#it was part of my chuck won flavor

[wigglebox]

i stg if this prequel confirms that dean is in fact not in heave and is in the empty or some other kind of limbo space i’m going to scream bc it’s probably the only time in my entire life that manifesting something for years will pay off for me and the others who speculated since the finale aired that he was not in heaven at all and the story wasn’t over. 

[angelsdean]

i do want my empty rescue i'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition full circle moment however. i do think it would be funny if my caspala crack theory were real djskfd like dean gets to heaven and starts driving and then cas's voice comes in thru the radio and yea jack got him out of the empty but something....is not right with him...(my it's really jack, but chuck is secretly there too / it's actually the god-power corrupting jack flavor of the chuck won theory) and so cas is hiding out in baby (possessing the car) bc jack-chuck wants to keep them apart since dean + cas have always been the ones to foil his plans, the ones that weren't supposed to be part of the story together etc etc. so cas is like whispering to dean abt all this with urgency (and very conveniently avoiding the confession) and dean (who still is nervous as heck to acknowledge all that and still trying to work out his own doubts and hangups bc what if he messes this all up with cas???) follows cas's lead and is relieved to not have to confront all of that right this minute. so they go for a drive.

and cas tells dean what he's learned so far in heaven helping 'jack' rebuild things. and he tells dean where to find the portal to the multiverse and about these 'fail safes' chuck left around that jack refuses to meddle with (and that's one of the things tipping cas off that jack is not truly jack. because jack would not just sit back and let all the worlds including their own get destroyed after they fought so hard to save everyone!!!) and so dean and cas(pala) decide to take on this hunt together and they go universe hopping and they find this one last earth universe w/ a version of dean's parents that he can save and they do that !!! and when dean gets stuck in the akrida queen's portal he sends cas(pala) through to help them defeat the queen. and then cas keeps mary safe as she takes down the queen<3 and dean drives them back through the portal.

then "jack" intercepts bobby in heaven and finds out where dean has gone (still does not know abt caspala) and goes to wrangle dean back to heaven. and then they get back to heaven and "jack" tells dean to stop meddling and stay put, drive around, take in the sights, go visit your real parents. so dean gets back into baby and starts driving to lull "jack" into a false sense of security but yea, after seeing jack again in person he's convinced something is not right. so he and cas drive on, and it's quiet for a long stretch of road. a tape starts to play though dean hasn't put one in and he realizes it's his mixtape to cas that cas is playing through baby's speakers. and dean grins all soft and goofy and lovesick. because now he's had the time to process some things, and the time to heal a bit via his AU parents' stories and finding hope there.

so they drive somewhere quiet with a nice view and dean pulls over and says, "hey buddy (affectionate) there's uh, there's some stuff we gotta talk about." and the speakers crackle with static. "you kinda left me hanging back there...i didn't really get a chance to...well, there's just something i need to say. something i've wanted to say for a long time."

and, even though it's risky, even though "jack" may be watching, cas appears in the passenger's seat. and dean looks up (still beautiful, still dean winchester) and he smiles softly and finally, finally says, "i love you too, cas. of course i love you." and cas's eyes get big a teary and dean desperately gets up in his space, slides across the seat and pulls him into a nose-breaking kiss<3 and then of course they get to the whole saving their kid part of the story and busting out of heaven forreals!

[syneilesis]

perhaps a question, or a few: i’m sure kicho knows his actions are behind y/n’s eventual death, but is there wishful thinking, you think, on his part? because he doesn’t strike me as a person who’d say declarations of love, promises of a better future, assurance of protection just for the sake of it. surely, somewhere somehow, there’s some form of self-deception somewhere?

and and if this is true, i can’t imagine (or rather, curious) how he’d come to the realisation that he’d actively cause the demise of his love one. will he chuck it as collateral damage? as a means to an end? or will he just buckle and spiral?

cries would you be so kind to give us a peek? a short drabble maybe? or perhaps just a few liners 😩😩😩

Ohh! First of all, thank you for these questions! Questions about my fics make my heart aflutter 🥺😊💖

But to answer your questions: Well, I actually have two kinds of answers lol. The first one is: everything that isn't explicitly mentioned in the fic can be up to the reader's interpretation! The fic is written in a way that we know only what the MC is going through, so the ambiguity in those gaps can be filled by your imagination :D

The second answer is much more lengthy and detailed and contextualized, so I'll put it under a cut.

I wrote i bruise my hands on the living cage when Kicho's route hadn't been announced yet in JP, and the only information I had of him was from his introductory story, Nobunaga's sequel, and Motonari's route. I've always been drawn to morally ambiguous characters whose goals may be good but the means to achieve them isn't necessarily moral itself (hehe I'm looking at you, too, Vlad). So, in this case, I'd like to explore what might happen if, ya know, Kicho won.

Some things that I had to be firm about writing the fic: Kicho wins, at a cost. And that cost is MC. Try as she might to stop him, MC ultimately fails. So she disappears/dies/is erased from existence at the end of the fic. Sorry, MC lol

I also had this flavor of Kicho in mind: so absorbed in his goal that he'd do everything to achieve it – which in a way broke him. So he's a little more mad and deluded in the fic.

For your first set of question, you're right! This Kicho is overconfident about his capability to fulfil two things: achieve his goal and keep MC safe beside him. It's his hubris that would do him in, and it did. He got the former, but not the latter. I don't know if it came across in the writing, but the scene where Kicho found out that MC was affected by his tampering with historical events, his reaction was supposed to come off as unnerving and alarming. At that point he's already blinded by his goal; he's going to win no matter what. This man had such severe tunnel vision!

For the second set of question ... hmm ... this is the more ambiguous area where you can imagine whatever you want. Honestly I've thought little about the aftermath haha, because I was focused on MC's POV. I'm torn whether to say something further! Lol. Because what I'd think may be different from yours and it may not be what you're looking for. But! For you, anon, I'll try hehe.

Let's see ... (please brace yourself?)

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The symptoms I used in the fic was similar to the ones in Nobunaga's sequel: blackouts, etc. But once Kicho won, the result would be an altered future, where MC would not exist. And then time travel rules and all got applied – which meant that MC would get erased in existence in the present (past?) timeline. She'd disappear. Kicho wouldn't be there when it happened. Back in his manor (?), MC would feel and see herself disintegrating, and her last thought would be, I'm sorry, Kicho.

When Kicho came home, there's no sign of MC anywhere. At first he thought that she'd left, but eventually he'd figure it out. Her things were, after all, still there. And it would devastate him, like a maw suddenly devouring his heart. He'd be in denial at first. He was so sure of the results, never did he think that he'd miscalculate. It was impossible. This was the one thing that he had no contingencies.

He'd probably fall to his knees and for a very long time stare at the futon where they'd lain together the night before. His mind would be blank the entire time.

And then, more effects of the timeline disruption! Because MC's existence had been erased, the people who knew her began to forget her. As if she never existed in the first place. Kicho would feel in his mind the slow death of his memories of MC. One memory after another, it would fade into oblivion, and he couldn't stop it. Before the last of his memories of MC disappeared permanently, Kicho swallowed and thought to himself, This is the price of my conviction.

So he lived the rest of his life under the consequences of his ambition. In that regard, he was satisfied. But there were times when an inexplicable sorrow consumed him, and he couldn't identify the cause. Sometimes, he felt emptiness: when he'd lie down to sleep, he'd seek for a warmth that wasn't there. When he'd appraise a kimono for trade, he'd turn his head as if to talk to someone, but he had nobody with him. These were some things that confused Kicho, but no matter what he did there were no answers to soothe his clamoring heart. No answers.

That was the price of his conviction.

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Phew, that got long. So long story short: Kicho genuinely loved MC, but ultimately chose his ambition 🥲

I hope I answered satisfactorily? If not, I'm sorry 😂😭 But I truly enjoyed your ask, anon! I hope you'll come back in the future 💖

[idesofrevolution]

Welp as you can guess, Biker TF won the poll. So here we go kids.

It’d been weeks since I had... become who I am today. I’m still learning how to wield the power that Miss Marie had given me- and there were a few mistakes made along the way. But at the end of the day, I’d grown into a much more competent practitioner, so I decided one drunken evening to treat myself. After a delicious evening with a hunky biker bear, I’d convinced him to let me have his spare set of wheels. Riding came naturally to me- the open road and the wind rushing against me gives such a sense of freedom. It’s hard to explain. We still ride down the backroads outside of town just about once a week, although I’m sure the cruising spot in the bayou clearing does certainly help instigate such rides.

It was one summer afternoon after one such ride and rendezvous, wafting with the stench of sweat and sex, that I came across a young hitchhiker. He was young, maybe 21 or so with gorgeous ebony skin and a lean slender frame. I pulled over, and he quickly ran over to me.

“Hey, are you going as far as town?” His voice was frail and weak. A timbre of defeat echoed from the back of his throat, he’d clearly been through a lot. 

“Sure am. Here, hop on and take the spare helmet.” I smiled at him, and he coyly avoided my glance. He awkwardly mounted the bike, nearly tipping us over. “Never ridden before? Aight, put your arms here, and keep your feet up.” I gently guided his wrists around my waist and he tightly held on, nearly knocking the wind out of me. As we took off, he clutched me even tighter. Riding down the road, I could sense he was a broken kid. The air of sadness permeated his energy, and shaded every ounce of his body language. I don’t think he ever realized just how beautiful a soul he had.

About ten minutes of riding, I noticed we were nearly running on fumes. Luckily, an exit sign harked a little good fortune with a Shell station off the road. We pulled over at the nearest gas pump, and dismounted. 

“I’m gonna fill up, take this and get yourself something to eat man, you’re skin and bones!” I handed him a $20, and he looked at me as if I had three horns and purple skin. He blushed and walked toward the convenience store, but turned back to ask if I needed anything.

I looked at him, standing there against the cinderblock building and decided that he would get the help he deserved. If from nobody else, he would get it from me. I shook my head no, and he entered the store. Filling the tank took all of five minutes before it had topped off. I slid my card in, paid my dues and started to put my gloves back on before I noticed he had not come back out. To my left was another bike, sitting vacant and alone. Alarm bells went off and I rushed into the convenience store. 

I opened the door and could immediately hear the shouting. Behind the counter some teenage dumbass was fuckin around on his phone, not thinking a thing of the brazen diatribe that was filling the room. There, behind the wall of Doritos, Pretzels, and Slim Jims was the young kid, and a big hulking stag of a man shouting with his chest all puffed up like a blowfish. The foul, revolting shit that spewed from that mans mouth was beyond anything that I’d care to repeat in any way here, but when I say it was in reference to his ancestry I’m sure you can fill in the blanks. Grabbing his shoulder like a vice grip, I was about to teach this man what’s what.

“I think it’s time for you pipe the fuck down.” The man turned to me, covered in grease and stinking from days of riding in the summer heat. You know the type, ripped up and stained wife beater with tight, patched jeans; topped off with big beat up harness boots that were clearly two sizes too big. He sneered, sizing me up to see where his chances were in this fight. 

“Ahh, so you’re gonna be this little fuck’s hero, huh? You’re gonna be his WHITE knight, huh? See, I’m just letting him know that in these parts, it’d be best if he just fucked right off.” I’ll be the first to acknowledge that I have a bit of a temper issue which can get the best of me.. In the particular instance, however, I’d say I’m proud as all hell that I held that white trash by the throat about a sold foot above the ground. Tossing him aside, he landed against the aisle shelves like a ragdoll. I smirked, and figured out just how I would help this young man.

“Come on over, kid.” I waved him over, and he sheepishly plodded over to us. The racist tried in vain to pull himself up off the ground, but my size 13 Vans against his big burly chest had him pinned like a mouse in a trap. “I think this man needs a bit of an education, don’t you?” The kid smiled, looking down. I gently held his chin up. “And you need a confidence boost.” 

“Ah, your fuckin’ queers too! I shoulda gue...” I shoved my foot into his stupid maw, silencing him for the last time. I turned to my soon to be apprentice and smiled. I pushed a bit harder, watching my shoe sink further and further into that piece of shit’s mouth, before my entire foot was engulfed by his stretched head. The kid looked in awe as our prey squirmed and fought, and I think it was at this point that the situation clicked in his mind.

“Yeah, hows my foot taste, bitch? They sure stink to high hell, they’re my favorite pair. Kinda jealous of you to be honest.” I wriggled my foot inside his head, watching the outline of my high tops slide around under his skin. I’d played around with him long enough. I turned to the kid, who I’d noticed was tenting ever so slightly and winked. “Might wanna get rid of your threads, bud, you’re not gonna need ‘em.” With a quick jerk of my knee, my foot slipped out of his mouth, his head returning to normal. 

“You stupid fucks, I’m gonna fuckin kill you!” He would never get the chance. In fact, he was about to learn first hand what it’s like to have a healthy amount of melanin. With his clothes chucked aside, and his manhood at full mast, the kid walked toward the writing man. He gingerly put a single toe into his mouth, and pushed. His foot slipped effortlessly into the man’s throat, and quickly tugging at the corners of his mouth, he slipped foot number two in. The man was wriggling like a worm, I’m sure desperately trying to spew empty threats to ward us off. The sight of the kid’s lowering ass onto his stretched face caused a little bit of a muffled shriek to escape his cords. Now, musky, sweaty hitchhiker ass would be a treat to me on even the worst of days, but evidently some just can’t appreciate it’s mouthwatering flavor and scent. With his crack nuzzled right down on the good old boy’s nose, he began to pull on the man’s legs.

I watched proudly as his feet slipped downward, distorting his muscles under the tight confines of his jeans, before a sharp pop landed them inside the destroyed boots. They fit perfectly now, and I could just begin to smell the strong funk of greasy, funky socks and feet. The kid kept sliding into his body, his midsection growing and seemingly inflating with strong muscles. The old tank began to tear and rip, before it was shredded by the sheer mass of the inked, mocha colored abs and pecs that prominently burst forward. 

The kid’s face was in full elation, as he squeezed his arms down the throat, pulling the skin above his shoulders with a loud snap. His arms slipped into place; thick biceps and forearms bubbling outward from the man’s already impressive musculature. His tatted hands flexed, the new sensation of calloused fingertips and meaty palms seemingly fascinated him as he began to rub his new body.

I removed my foot from my new friend’s chest, and helped him up. This man was a beast! Towering to a massive 6′5, he was bigger, broader, and stronger than me- and I’ll admit... it was hot seeing this hulking, musky hunk standing before me with the youthful, boyish face of an early twenty-something. I eagerly awaited the final stretch as he pawed the whimpering final mask of the former racist’s face. Grabbing it by the nose, he pulled ever so slowly, savoring every second the slimy flesh slipped over his head until it snapped loudly into place. He adjusted his new face as the dark complexion flowed up his neck and across his scalp and jaw. He opened his dark brown eyes and smiled a million dollar smile at me.

“Now this is what I’m talkin’ about man!” The only word that came to my mind was stunning. His exterior finally matched his interior: sexy, proud, and strong. “Oh shit...” He looked downward, and within seconds I knew exactly what the issue was. Speaking from experience, not all the adjustments are as easy, so I decided my assistance was required. Getting down onto my knees, I unzipped his jeans, pulling them down. It revealed the yellowed, reeking jockstrap beneath which nearly concealed the problem area. 

Glued down behind his skin was the outline of his cock and balls. Just as I thought. Pulling down the jockstrap, I grabbed the hollow shaft and sac, tugging it up and down. Little by little his cock slid toward the chasm before it fully slipped in with a loud schlorp! When I tell you that cock grew into a footlong dong in seconds... with two sweat-dripping golf balls hanging low to garnish... I couldn’t restrain myself. I took it in my mouth, licking up every droplet of salty sweet sweat, pumping the precum out of it like a faucet. He grabbed the back of my head, thrusting his horse cock down my throat, fucking it like a fleshlight. His smelly balls slapped against my chin, and I could feel them engorging, getting ready to blow. 

And blow they did. Rope after rope. Straight down my throat. Every cup of it was whatever sadness, whatever insecurities, whatever weights held him down; now completely purged. He pulled out and I pulled my apprentice into deep kiss. This is who he truly was, and it was a fitting circumstance for it to happen. We turned to the slackjawed cashier, who evidently witnessed everything. I tossed him a $100, and we left. Hopping on our bikes, we headed back to town. The things I was going to teach dear Antoine here were going to blow his mind, and potentially his load too.

Okay kids. So there you have it. This was a long motherfucker and I’m sure it’s the longest I’ve ever written. If you haven’t guessed by now, each installment of Sebastian’s stories will be focused on punishing hate. This is what’s brought me out of retirement, and this is what I love writing now. I’ll of course listen to the feedback that y’all have provided me- I will do one-offs still. In fact, I’ll probably do a one-off next. Let me know what y’all think in my askbox. Thank you guys so much for all the support you’ve shown me.

[itsadamcole]

christmas lights

fem!reader x drew mcintyre

reader and Drew get into a huge fight on Christmas after reader finds out that Drew's been keeping something from her ...

word count: 1.9k+

warnings: very angsty, mentions of cheating, heavily drinking, upset!reader

— a short 4 part series ... this is based on the song ��christmas lights” by coldplay. enjoy loves —

masterlist || request an imagine here

part 2 || part 3 || part 4

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Reader walks into the house after a long day at the office. It's Christmas Day and your boss called you in for an hour long meeting that turned into an all day assignment. You tried to get out of it but being executive assistant director of the office means you have to go in for every meeting.

Your husband wasn't very happy that you were called in. "Why couldn't this wait until tomorrow when it wasn't Christmas?" is what he said. You told him it would be an hour tops, but it's been six.

"Drew?" you call. There's no answer. You hear the water running upstairs so you assume he's in the shower.

You drop off your bag by the front door before kicking off your heels and walking upstairs to your shared bedroom with Drew.

He's showering in the master bathroom that's connected to your bedroom. You change out of your work clothes into a Santa onesie before tying up your hair and taking your makeup off.

Once changed, you crawl into bed and pull up Netflix to get a Christmas movie up.

A tradition that you and Drew have always had, no matter how late it was, is that on Christmas night, the two of you watch How The Grinch Stole Christmas and the Polar Express. The Grinch is on Netflix and you own a DVD copy of the Polar Express.

The water turns off in the bathroom and before Drew comes out, you decide to grab snacks from the kitchen. You grab some of the cookies that you and Drew made the other day, a few bags of fruit snacks, and you can't forget about the vanilla ice cream. It's both yours and Drew's favorite flavor. You grab two spoons and head up the stairs.

A voice comes from the bedroom. It's Drew's, and he sounds like he's on the phone.

"... tonight. She's home and I didn't think she'd be home. Her boss called her in and I didn't expect her back until later."

You lean against the wall outside of the room, listening in. You know you shouldn't but you're curious.

Drew's quiet for a second before he sighs. "No," he says, sounding frustrated. "I can't come over tonight. Look, I have'ta go before she finds out. I'll call ya tomorrow and maybe we can do something when she's at work."

Before I find out what? you think to yourself. What's he hiding?

Your husband hangs up the phone and plops onto the bed with a sigh.

Immediately, you walk into the room and ask, "Find out what?"

Drew looks at you and says, "Oh, Y/N. Ya scared me, love."

"Find out what?" you ask again, snacks in your arms.

A look of panic crosses Drew's face before he says, "Nothing. It's jus' a surprise fer ya."

You say, "You were gonna go over tonight to who ever's house that you were just talking to. What surprise would make you go over tonight?"

The Scottish man says, "It's a surprise fer a reason, love. It's not that big a deal. Come watch The Grinch with me."

Drew's phone goes off and you watch the screen light up with a text. You drop the snacks and snatch the phone before he can.

"Y/N!" he says, reaching for the device in your hand. "Give that back."

It's too late. You've already seen what's on the phone. It's a text from a woman you've never met before and attached is a picture of her in a red lingerie set.

Too bad you couldn't come over tonight. This is for you, Drew baby. I hope you like it. Enjoy it if that wife of yours doesn't satisfy you enough ;)

Tears well up in your eyes and you stare at Drew. "You're fucking cheating?" you almost shout at him. "Are you serious? What the hell?"

Drew jumps into defense mode and he says, "Y/N, please. It's not what it looks like."

"It's pretty clear what it looks like," you say, voice cracking. "It looks like you like to talk to other women behind my back. I can't believe you, Drew."

You chuck his phone at him and he catches it, immediately putting it down beside him. He stands up and you back away from him.

Drew says, "It's not what it looks like, Y/N. Baby, listen t'me-"

You cut him off. "I am not your fucking baby," is what you say. "Fuck you, Drew. I'm done."

"What?" Drew says, panicking. "No. Can I at least explain? Please let me explain."

Tears begin to fall down your cheeks as you say, "Explain what, Drew? That you are seeing another women behind my back? I'm sorry that I get called into work so often that I'm never here when you are. I'm sorry that you probably feel alone and upset when I get called into work. I don't know what else I can do to be around when you want me to."

Drew looks upset as he says, "Y/N, she's a friend that was helping me with a present fer ya."

You say, "By sending you almost naked pictures of herself in basically see through lingerie? That's a present for me? I call bullshit."

He says, "It's the truth! She likes t'mess with me sometimes, especially because you're not around. She thinks I'm deprived of sex, that's why she sent the flirty text. That's all."

A part of you wants to believe him, but you don't.

"Bullshit," you say. "I'm tired of being treated like this, Drew. I'm a second choice when it comes to you. I'm always second after that title or I'm always second after Sheamus. I'm always second, and now I'm second to her."

Drew shakes his head and says, "Ya have never been a second choice t'me, love."

"I always am!" you yell. "It's been like this for months. Since you've won that title, you push me aside like nothing and worry more about that belt than you do me! I threw myself into work, got a promotion, and now I'm never home because of my job."

Your husband says, "Ya are saying ya're a second choice t'me when ya are the one that's never home. I don't know why ya'd be surprised if I actually cheated."

That hits you, hard. Like a punch to the gut.

"That's my damn job," you say. "That's how I make a living. When I married you, I had to get used to you never being home. Now when it's your turn to getting used to me never being home, and instead you go out and cheat on me just to have company."

Something snaps inside Drew and he says, "Fine, yes, I cheated, but she doesn't mean anything t'me like you do."

The truth has finally come out, and it hurts worse than you thought. Maybe it wouldn't have hurt as much if he didn't try to hide it from you.

You stare at the man who claimed he loved you and you say, "I can't believe you. The whole time you're away with WWE and I stayed loyal to you but when it comes to me, when I'm five minutes away for my job instead of across the country, you can't stay loyal to me."

Drew says, "Yer never here!"

"That doesn't give you an excuse to put your dick in someone else!" you shout back.

The two of you stare down each other before Drew says, "I never slept with her. It was a few kisses and a few dinners. I could never do that t'ya."

Before you can stop it, you say, "I hate you."

Drew looks down and nods, accepting that this is happening.

It's quiet between the two of you before Drew says, "I'll go stay with, uh, Sheamus and give ya some space. Ya can come talk t’me when ya're ready."

You watch as he packs a bag.

"You did this to yourself," you say. "I hope you know that."

Drew says, "I know that, and I'm sorry."

Part of you doesn't want him to go but you can't stand to look at him. So you don't stop him from walking out the door.

***

Drew's POV

She didn't believe me. She never would have believed me, no matter how much I tried to explain to her that Diane was just a friend. Diane does love to tease me about sex because she knows Y/N is never around.

I've never slept with her, I've never kissed her, but I have taken her out to dinner as a thank you for helping me with this gift. It was a gift. Was because it's not anymore since she probably doesn't want anything from me anymore.

Tears run down my face as I drive. Not to Sheamus' place that he shares with Cesaro, but to the bar.

I need to feel numb. So when I get there, I order the strongest drink they have. I chug it down and ask for another one.

It doesn't take me long to get drunk. I can usually hold my alcohol but tonight, I just let go and I don't bother pacing myself like I usually would.

My cell starts to ring and I answer it before noticing who it is. "Hello?" I say, accent thick and voice slurred.

"Drew, buddy," Sheamus says on the other line. "Where ya at? Y/N called to see if ya were here but ya're not so where are ya?"

Y/N called. Of course she called. Even when she hates me she has to check to make sure I'm okay.

I glance around the bar and I say, "I am at a bar. I can't find a name but I'm very drunk since my wife thinks I cheated on her."

Sheamus asks, "Diane?"

I sigh and say, "Yeah. She decided to tease me again about not getting laid and sent me a picture of her in Y/N'a present t'mess with me."

The line is quiet before Sheamus asks, "Does Y/N know this?"

"She never believed me when I told her," I say, my voice cracking slightly. "So I might have told her that I actually cheated when I didn't."

Sheamus says, "Drew McIntyre, I know ya didn't tell ya wife that ya cheated on her because that's what she wanted to hear."

I shout into the phone, "She didn't believe me when I was telling her the truth so I thought that it might be easier just to rebuild the relationship from scratch and let her build her trust again."

It's quiet before Sheamus says, "I'm coming t'get ya and ya're staying with me and Cesaro."

"Whatever," I say, hanging up the phone.

My mind wanders to Y/N and how much I actually hurt her by saying how I cheated when I didn't.

What a situation I've put myself in. I don't know how to get out of it.

—

tags: @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan

[mortimer-writes-sometimes]

AWF Outtakes: A Night With the Skelebros

I asked if anyone would be interested in reading some of the scenes I wrote for A Warm Feeling that didn't make the cut, and I got a pretty positive response! So, here's something I wrote out, decided didn't fit, and then decided I wouldn't be able to reuse later.

This takes place in the middle of chapter four! I'm a little impatient, so I ended up skipping a lot of Grillby actually staying with the brothers. This is the missing segment describing the first night! (Note that because this is an outtake, it picks up very abruptly. The paragraph that smoothly transitioned it into the fic no longer exists.)

Of course, just as Sans promised, Papyrus was just as insistent as his brother that Grillby stay the night. "Eating three meals a day is an important part of every monster's routine!" Papyrus declared. "Neglecting that need is unacceptable! You need not worry, however, my dear friend of Sans! I, the Great Papyrus, shall cook you all the spaghetti you can eat! Nyeh heh heh!" He dashed off to the kitchen to do just that, excited. They had a house guest! And it was one of Sans's friends!

Honestly, Papyrus had been worried about his brother lately. He never seemed to really talk to anyone, other than when he was hanging around that greasy bar. Papyrus had heard from others that even there, Sans was unusually quiet these days. The fact that Sans had brought home a friend that he seemed very close to was a good thing! Papyrus was just glad that his brother had someone to talk to. Sans… didn't really talk to him as much as he used to, these days. He needed a friend.

While Papyrus cooked, Grillby was still sitting on the couch (by order of Sans). Sans had turned on the TV and was spread out on the other end, watching some weird one-man play Mettaton was doing. The story was really hard to follow, but part of that could've been that Sans's attention kept drifting from the screen to the fire monster relaxing nearby.

Grillby looked more relaxed than Sans had seen him in ages. He was reading quietly, some sort of historical fiction book in his lap. The skeleton noticed that Grillby would occasionally tilt his head and adjust his glasses when he came across something that intrigued him. It was… cute.

When Sans saw the bartender adjust his glasses for the third time, he chuckled, accidentally giving himself away. Grillby looked up at him over the rim of his glasses, a small smile forming when Sans quickly redirected his gaze to the TV. Not quickly enough. "What's so funny?" the bartender asked, amused.

Sans shrugged. "I dunno. You, I guess. I mean, well um, it's that thing you do when you read."

Grillby looked confused. "What thing?"

"When you're reading, you tilt your head," Sans explained shyly, "And then you push your glasses up. Which is good, because they keep slipping down, heheh." Sans rubbed his neck again, looking up at Grillby with a nervous laugh. Grillby tilted his head and pushed up his glasses, making Sans snort. "You just did it again!"

Grillby blushed a bit. "What? Oh, I… I guess I did. I never noticed." He couldn't help chuckling to himself. He was surprised that Sans noticed that little habit. "I suppose it may be a little funny. Well, it's not like you don't have any quirks of your own."

"Like what?" Sans asked.

"Well," Grillby began to explain, "You rub the back of your neck when you feel awkward or shy. You do it every time I catch you staring."

If Sans had a stomach, it would have done a flip. "Staring? I wasn't staring. We just, uh, happened to look up at the same time. Yeah."

Grillby chuckled, then pointed to Sans's arm. "Told you so," he said mischievously.

Sure enough, Sans had moved to rub the back of his neck. "Heh, alright," the skeleton chuckled, "But that doesn't prove I was staring. And you have anxious ticks, too."

Grillby set his book aside and sat up, sitting cross-legged as he turned to face Sans. "Oh? Well, do go on."

For some reason, having Grillby's full attention made Sans feel almost flustered. The fire monster's expression had settled into a soft, amused smile, and his eyes were alight with more than the usual fire. They shone when genuine interest and amusement, his expression and body language gentle and at ease. It occurred to Sans that he'd never really seen Grillby in a casual setting. It was nice.

"Sans?"

Grillby broke the skeleton's train of thought, sounding slightly concerned. Oh yeah! He was still waiting for a response! Sans came back to the present and chucked. "Sorry, I was just thinking about what to call you out on first," he bluffed lightly. He leaned back and looked at the ceiling before beginning. "So, Grillby's nervous ticks. Where should I start? When you've had a lot of rude customers, you tend to flick your wrist a bit sharper when you mix drinks. When it starts getting really crowded sometimes you tap your pen against your notepad when you're taking a large order. You tap your foot when you're impatient and you kinda bounce on your heels a bit before you run off when you're in a rush…" Sans trailed off, looking at Grillby again to gauge his reaction to all that.

He'd expected Grillby to be amused, or maybe surprised. That wasn't quite the case, though. Grillby was blushing madly, covering a shy smile with one hand. "Well," the bartender mumbled slyly, "I didn't know you watched me so closely. Maybe you stare more often than I thought."

If Sans could blush, he would've been as red as Papyrus's spaghetti sauce. He pulled his hood up and pulled on the strings, tightening it to hide his face in embarrassment. "Grillby-!"

"I don't hear you denying it anymore." The bartender chuckled softly, leaning forward a bit. "Aww, Sans, don't be so embarrassed. I… I really don't mind."

Sans peeked out from his hoodie, cautious and shy. What the hell did Grillby mean by that? He liked the attention? Or… was it possible that he liked the attention specifically from Sans? "Heh, Grillbz… I–"

And then suddenly, the Great Papyrus appeared! "DINNER IS SERVED!" he declared loudly, balancing three plates of spaghetti in his arms. The monsters on the couch startled and jumped away from each other, back on their respective ends of the couch. Papyrus didn't seem to notice, passing out plates and sitting between Sans and Grillby. He turned to Grillby with a wide smile and an expectant look in his eyes, apparently eager for the bartender to try his pasta. "Now I know you prefer greasy foods," the skeleton said, "But trust me when I say that you will undoubtedly be won over when you try spaghetti made by none other than master chef Papyrus!"

Grillby picked up his fork as he considered the pile of noodles on his plate. He looked up to see that both of the skeletons were watching him then. "You're making me nervous," he chuckled.

Sans rolled his eyes. "Just try it already!"

"Alright, alright." The bartender lifted the fork to his mouth, feeling awkward under the attention. Finally, he took a bite of Papyrus's spaghetti.

It was… interesting…

Papyrus looked happy, though! "What a passionate expression! You must love it!"

Sans expected Grillby to make a comment that it wasn't good, or he wasn't hungry, or something else awful. He braced himself for the awkward conversation, but it never came. He was surprised to see Grillby pull a smile back on his face, despite the strong aftertaste that Sans was sure had to be lingering in the back of the fire monster's throat. "It has a very unique flavor," the bartender commented lightly. "I really appreciate you sharing your cooking with me."

Papyrus straightened up with pride. "Of course! I'm happy that you like it. There's plenty left, so don't be afraid to ask for seconds!" He picked up the remote and turned the volume of the TV up a bit, gleefully watching Mettaton do whatever it was that Mettaton was doing.

Once he was sure that Papyrus was focused on the television, Sans leaned forward and mouthed a quick 'thank you' to Grillby. Grillby responded with a small smile and a nod that made something warm spread through his chest. It was one thing to be kind to Sans… but it was a whole new level to be that kind to Papyrus.

After dinner, Papyrus took all the plates to the kitchen with him and started on washing dishes. Sans took the opportunity to move a bit closer to Grillby, hunched over a bit as he rested his elbows on his knees. "Hey… thanks for that."

Grillby looked away from the TV, confused. "For what?"

"For being nice to Papyrus," Sans said quietly, not wanting his brother to overhear. "I mean, people are polite enough talking to him, I guess, but he can be a little much for some monsters. I also know that his spaghetti is a little bit of an acquired taste, heh. I'm surprised you ate everything on your plate."

Grillby smiled a bit. "It wasn't that bad after you got used to the aftertaste, actually. Your brother is very… enthusiastic. I don't see anything wrong with that. So, you're welcome, I guess. I'm glad I made him happy tonight."

The two fell into a comfortable silence, a warm feeling settling over them both as they went back to watching TV. They were totally unaware of the tall skeleton spying on them from the kitchen, thankfully out of earshot. Papyrus wasn't sure what the two had been talking about, but Sans had looked very happy.

He'd missed seeing Sans happy.

Later that evening, Papyrus managed to find a shirt and some sweatpants for Grillby to sleep in. They were both too large, seeing as they belonged to Papyrus, but it was better than sleeping in the formal clothing that the bartender wore to work. The drawstring on the pants was pulled almost as tight as it would go, and the shirt hung off of him also like a nightgown. He looked small, under all that fabric.

Question was, where would Grillby sleep?

"He can have my bed," Sans immediately volunteered. There was no way he was going to make Grillby sleep on the couch when he wasn't feeling well. He'd been the one to bring Grillby home, so it made sense that he'd be the one to make room for him, right?

Papyrus frowned at that. "Sans, your 'bed' is just a mattress on the floor. You don't even have a sheet on it. He needs a proper place to sleep! He should take my bed!"

"Boys," Grillby interrupted with a nervous chuckle, "Thank you, but I really don't mind sleeping on the couch. I'm already feeling much better than I did this morning…" He trailed off into a yawn, blinking tiredly. Yeah, perfectly fine. Sure.

Sans huffed, a little irritated. He was getting tired of Grillby saying he was fine when he was obviously not fine. Was this how Papyrus felt when Sans dodged questions about why he was having so many nightmares? Sans made a mental note to be more honest with his brother as he took a deep breath. "Look, Grillbz, we both know that's bullshit. As much as I hate to admit it, Papyrus has a point. My mattress is barely better than this couch, anyway."

"Exactly!" Papyrus one hand on his hip, using the other to gesture at his door as he spoke. "I am more than happy to open my room to a friend of Sans, and a future friend of mine! And as poorly as Sans may speak of this couch, it can actually be quite comfortable when you find the right position."

Sans rolled his eyes, chuckling. "And sleeping on the couch means Papyrus has an excuse to stay up and watch Mettaton's late shows."

Papyrus huffed. "That is absolute slander!" he cried. "I just so happened to have already decided I wanted to watch the late show tonight! And I do not need any excuse to do so!"

"Uh huh. Whatever you say, Paps."

"You are incorrigible!"

Sans glanced towards the couch and stopped. "Paps, shush."

Papyrus scoffed. "Do not shush me! The Great Papyrus will not be–"

"No, really," Sans cut him off. "Look." He nodded to the couch pointedly. When Papyrus looked, the reason for Sans's sudden concern about volume quickly made itself clear.

At some point during their bickering, Grillby had fallen asleep on the couch, breathing gentle and even. Sans chuckled. "Heh, I knew it. He can't fool me when he's tired." After a moment of consideration, the skeleton shrugged and turned Grillby blue, levitating him gently so he wouldn't be disturbed. Once he was sure the bartender wasn't about to wake up, he turned to Papyrus. "Why don't you go get ready for bed while I tuck this guy in?" Sans asked in a whisper.

Papyrus nodded, chuckling as he lowered the volume of his voice. "Agreed."

There's a LOT more deleted scenes where that came from. Like, over thirty pages of deleted scenes, and there's sure to be more as I go. Let me know if you want to see more! Thanks for reading!

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Guerrerita, Part 2

K!nktober 2020 Kink Bingo!: Cunnilingus

<- Part 1 | Part 3 ->

Summary: Nevada is extremely turned on after you violently came to his rescue, and he’s going to have to reward you right there in the alley. 

Warnings: NSFW, semi-public sex, mild injuries sustained from brawling, and some rather filthy Dominican swears I googled

For @thatesqcrush​’s Kink Bingo challenge!

2,653 words

Nevada held onto you, still feeling the rage boiling inside and unsure if you’d take off after that man like a raging wolverine if he let you go. He turned you to face him, peppering kisses onto your hair and your forehead as you struggled to calm your breathing. Very gently, delicately, he kissed the inflamed skin on your bruise. Then, even more delicately, he brushed the skin he had kissed with his thumb, wiping red flecks of blood away, and wiped his own lip off on his sleeve.

“Oh, Vada...” your eyes grew large and soft. You lifted a careful hand to his cheek as you examined his bleeding lip and black and blue eye. A proud grin beamed back at you.

“Hey, we have matching shiners now?” he asked like it was the most hilarious thing ever.

The look of concern dropped off your face. “I can’t leave you alone for five minutes,” you scolded. His eyes were shining with such roguish delight, you gasped in realization, “Did you plan for all this to happen?”

He scoffed, finally letting go his hold on you to put up his hands. “De ninguna manera! Venga, how would I have planned this? I’m not psychic.” 

When you first finished your match, the punch you’d taken didn’t look like it was going to bruise up so badly, and going out to dinner genuinely seemed like a nice thing to do. You were something else—a sweet thing, but with this wild side you hid from the world. That side of you was all his, but he wanted to prove he could be part of your other life, too. The life he knew almost nothing about.

Had he, however, when the bruise started to darken, leaned into his suspicious behavior hoping to give off the wrong impression just so something like this might happen? Had he been surprised by how bothered he was seeing you uncomfortable in your own sexy skin, and intentionally tried to piss you off enough to bring out your fire? 

Maybe. 

It was certainly no accident that he left himself wide open to attack the moment you stepped out. He knew you’d come running in time. You were always a reliable bodyguard, and watching you work was better than porn.

That fire was in your eyes now, adrenaline pumping through you as you caught your breath.

“That was so fucking hot, mami,” he growled. “On your knees, now. Fuck.” He pointed to the concrete at his feet. You dropped to your knees and he quickly unbuckled his belt, and freed his cock, already red and throbbing from watching you fight. He smacked it against your lips. “I want you to suck me off, right here.”

You leaned forward, grabbing his sturdy thighs for support, and parted your lips around his warm, salty cockhead, his pulse strong under your tongue. Your cheeks burned from doing something so public—the alley was dark and abandoned, but anybody might come out of the restaurant door, or walk in from the street to investigate all the shouting from a moment ago. But you weren’t feeling particularly shy right now, and it was hard to tell if you were nervous, or just keyed-up from from adrenaline. 

Slowly sliding forward, you opened your throat and took his shaft as deep as you could until your nose was buried in his dark hairs and you had to fight not to gag, then pulled all the way back, teasing your tongue over the large vein running up the length of his cock. There was something strangely comforting about having his large cock in your mouth that helped you calm down. You bobbed on him rhythmically, imagining how degrading the scene would look to anyone who saw you—giving a blowjob to a seedy criminal in a filthy back alley next to a dumpster. It made your cunt twitch, dripping with arousal as you moaned around his cock. You were pretty sure your parents had specifically warned you that if you made the wrong life choices, you’d end up giving blowjobs to drug dealers. You wished they could see you now.

Nevada’s long fingers, capable of unspeakable violence, and even now glowing pink from landing several vicious punches on his attacker, caressed over your hair in an affectionate, possessive gesture. He gave a light tug to make you look up and meet his eyes. “Such a good girl, mi guerrerita. So loyal. You could snap me in half, but you’d do anything I ask, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, papi,” you released his erection to answer.

“I didn’t tell you stop, did I?” he snapped, his words clipped, but his eyes playful.

You cocked your head and raised your eyebrows at him defiantly, but he just mirrored your expression, impatiently waiting until you resumed servicing him. You closed your mouth around his cock, fluttering your tongue around the sensitive crown of his head. He chucked at your obedience, the noise only lasting a moment before breaking down into groans of pleasure. God, you were so good, he wanted to do something for you… but at this rate it wouldn’t take long for him to finish, not with his head still dizzy from the fight, the pain swelling in his cheek heightening the pleasure between his legs, and not with the way you were working that skilled mouth on his cock. 

He didn’t try to draw it out. Now that he decided what he was going to do, he raced toward his climax with selfless abandon, thrusting roughly into your mouth. He jerked his hips hard enough to make you gag, but you just hollowed your cheeks and sucked him harder the more he fucked your face, and he relished your determination as much as the sputtering noises he won. One powerful thrust hit the back of your throat, almost enough to make you tap out, but you held on to his thighs with an iron grip. One more, and he exhaled sharply and left himself buried in your mouth up to his balls, and you were rewarded with hot bitter liquid spilling down the back of your throat.

“Swallow all of that, princesa. We’re at a nice restaurant. You gotta clean up.”

You swallowed, milking every last drop of seed from his cock as you slowly drew back, giving the head an extra lick to make sure you cleaned up everything before he zipped himself back up and re-fastened his belt. You stood up and brushed off your dress. Your knees were obviously dirty and raw, but you were strangely turned on by the idea of everyone in the restaurant knowing you were out there sucking his cock. Though you’d have to hold yourself with a little more confidence so people didn’t really get the wrong idea about Nevada… but that didn’t feel like it would be a problem anymore. After everything tonight, you felt powerful, and didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought.

“Ah-ah-ah, where do you think you’re going?” he said as you began to walk toward the restaurant door.

“Our food? I don’t know if they’re going to let us back to our table after making a scene, but we have to pay the bill.”

“It can wait,” he took your hand and pulled you back, closing his arms around you. This close, his breath smelled of the cigarettes he was constantly trying, and failing, to quit, and his eyes had that dangerous brightness of a thunderstorm about to break. “That was very selfish of me ¿no te parece? You’re the one who deserves a reward, mi fuerte, dulce, cuero loco.” 

He slowly slid his hand over your ass, circling lower over the tight fabric that left little to the imagination. You squirmed in his arms, unconsciously trying to get him to touch more, directing his hand lower to where you still ached to be filled.

“Against the wall.” He shoved you toward the brick surface with a hungry growl.

You bent over, sticking your ass out for him, and he hummed in approval, and brought his palm down on it for a casual spank. Then he ran his hand down the curve of your bottom again, this time lifting the hem of your skirt as his hand came back up.

“Lucky you’re wearing such a slutty outfit. Makes this much easier,” he purred. “Barely anything there. I wonder what you got for panties.” He pulled the dress over your ass, and grinned at the tiny lacy thing you had on.

“Who’s this for?” he asked, cocking a brow as if he didn’t already know the answer.

“For you.”

“Really?” His smile was predatory now, slowly exposing the tips of his teeth.

You swallowed, your cunt beginning to throb at the dangerous promise in his voice. “Yes, Trujillo. I thought you’d like it. I wanted to… to excite you.”

He laughed at that, and your confidence faltered. It was a more vulnerable confession than he realized—that tomboyish you was trying to look sexy—and he laughed. The sharp pang in your chest soothed a moment later when you realized he wasn’t being cruel. 

“Princesa, what you just did was exciting. Nobody excites me more than you.” He leaned close into your ear and added in a thick whisper, “but I don’t mind you dressing like dirty slut for me, if you want.” 

You turned your head and kissed him, his lips too temptingly close to resist. He groaned with pleasure and melted into it, more affectionate than the teasing dominant part he was playing. There was his usual smoky flavor, the dark sweetness of wine from dinner, a coppery taste of blood. You gasped and pulled back, worried about hurting him, but his broken lips chased you to press another gentle kiss to your mouth. Turning you in his arms to face him and pinning your back against the wall, he dropped the performance and the dirty talk, and for a long while, just kissed you tenderly like there was nothing else in the world he wanted to do.

Then a finger pushed aside your flimsy panties and slipped into your pussy. He growled deep in his chest, his words barely hoarse breaths, possessive and cocky. “Who are you so wet for?”

“You, Trujillo,” you breathed, heart thudding.

“That’s my good girl,” he said, placing one more chaste kiss to your lips, before dropping to his knees between your feet. He met your eyes, sliding the finger deeper inside you as he leaned forward to taste you. “And a good girl like you deserves to come, doesn’t she?”

He bunched up your skirt just above your hips and told you to hold it for him, and you did, fingers gripping into the fabric as his tongue began working wet circles into your clit. There was none of his usual teasing kisses to your inner thighs or marking them with bites. Tonight you were already past foreplay. He was selfish enough taking his pleasure first; now he knelt at your feet, fully devoted to rewarding you. 

“Sucking my dick got you so hot,” he groaned into your cunt, making perverse slurping noises as he lapped up your arousal.

“I didn’t tell you stop,” you teased through hitched breaths. 

He groaned in response, strong hands gripping your thighs and pulling you down harder until you were practically sitting on his face as he ate you out. Without warning, he plunged a second finger into you, sending such a ripple of pleasure through your body you cried out, high and echoing through the narrow alley walls. You clamped a hand to your mouth just in time to smother another choked cry as he laughed, the sudden convulsive movement setting off another wave of heat in your lower body.

“Careful. We wouldn’t want anyone to hear you and get curious,” he smirked, risking your wrath to remove his mouth from you long enough to speak between flicks of his tongue. You growled as you realized now he was going to try his hardest to make you moan, but the noise dissolved into a strangled sob as he followed through with his plan, fucking you hard with his fingers as he engulfed your clit in his mouth and sucked it.

It became a battle of wills—you trying to stay quiet, and him lifting your thigh over his shoulder to spread you wider and attack your sensitive heat with more passion. The alley was an echo chamber of his hungry, lustful growls as he greedily consumed your cunt, your heavy breathing assailed at the edges by soft whimpers threatening to break into ear-splitting wails of ecstasy if you didn’t use all your will beating them back, and the wet smacking sounds of his fingers driving into your twitching, begging flesh. He only broke his mouth’s relentless assault in brief intervals to murmur words of praise that only served to drop your guard and allow fuller-voiced whimpers to slip out.

“You could crush me between these thighs, guerrerita, and I would die happy,” he said, running a hand up the soft underside of the muscular leg slung over his back, flattening his tongue for a broad, soft stroke. “Coño, you’re so beautiful. Come for papi,” he urged, sucking your clit harder, and your whimpering grew louder. Every muscle in your body was burning like a fire and you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Fuck!” you gasped, taking your hand from your mouth and snarling it through Nevada’s heavily-slicked hair. You arched your back, bucking your hips into his mouth as the burning in your muscles coalesced into one single, white-hot point between your legs, and then exploded outward through every extremity as a scream tore from your throat. You held onto his hair, keeping control of his head as you rode out the aftershocks of your climax on his face, chanting, “Vada… Vada…” while his tongue gently soothed your swollen clit, his fingers slowing their thrusts to savor the fluttering of your inner walls around them. You heaved out a shaking breath and sunk back against the wall. 

Nevada sprang up to catch you just in time as your trembling legs gave way, turning to jelly as all of the tension and adrenaline of the past hour left your body all at once. He gathered you up against him, and you felt safe in his arms.

How ridiculous, you thought—feeling so safe and protected as your breathing shook against his chest. Your eyes focused hazily on the gold crucifix resting there with you. It was ridiculous for many reasons. You were his bodyguard, charged with protecting him, not the other way around. He was a criminal with a brutal reputation; if you ever crossed him, or even if you didn’t, he was just as likely to stab you in the back, and not metaphorically. Right? He was trouble. Not the kind of man you should ever trust with your weaknesses. And yet, his steady arms had caught you, and his heartbeat sounded so so human pounding away behind his rib cage.

“Let’s get you home,” he murmured, stroking your hair. “You’re a mess.”

You glanced up and nearly laughed when you saw how much he’d destroyed his bruised lips by eating you out with such intensity, and that his eye was already swelling up worse than yours. But you figured when he said “you” he really meant “we, but my ego is huge.”

He started leading you back to where his driver was waiting with the Escalade, but you dragged your feet and glanced back at the alley door. “Wh-what about the bill?”

“I’m the fucking King of the Heights. You think I’m gonna clutch my pearls about dining and dashing?” He gave you a raised-eyebrow look. “Anyway, those uptight mamaguevos would rather pay us to not go back inside after everyone south of the George Washington heard you coming.”

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From Chin To Yon Rah (Part 10)

“That one!” Atsu shouts. “I want that one!”

“It’s not for sale, Atsu. You’re going to have to win it.” Hajime says.

“But...but I’m no good at tossing games.”

Hajime ruffles his hair, “you’re great at it.”

He shakes his head. “Nu-uh, last year Caihong said that I’d do it better if I turned around and threw it backwards.”

“New year, new skills! Give it a try.” He gives Atsu a pat on the shoulders and a few coins.

“You aren’t going to teach him how to do it?” Azula asks.

“You just throw a bag full of beans into a hole, he just has to practice.”

She watches the boy chuck the bag with all of his might, overshooting the hole by several feet. His next throw is weak to compensate and the bag doesn’t fall too far from where he stands. His third shot is too far to the right and so his fourth throw is significantly left. He stops his foot and carelessly throws the last bag. The straw-stuffed badger-mole still hangs on the hook.

“Dad! You do it!” Before Hajime can answer he changes direction. Azula is none to pleased with this change. He stares at her with that gap toothed grin. “Rikka can do it!”

“I don’t want to play a silly game.” Azula folds her arms over her chest.

Hajime laughs, “you’re at a festival. Festivals are all about silly and rigged games.”

“Just because you can’t win, doesn’t mean that they are rigged.” She holds a pointer up as if to accent her point.

He nudges her, “if it’s not rigged, go win.”

Atsu tugs on her sleeve. “Please Rikka, please! I’ll...I’ll…” He lightly knocks his head with his fist, “Caihong and I’ll make you a pie!”

“A pie? What flavor?”

“Uhhh. Chocolate?”

“You’re going to get the chocolate from the garden, aren’t you?”

“A flower pot actually…” He mumbles.

“I don’t eat dirt.”

“I do! It’s not that bad if you get it from the flower pots especially if you find those teeny rolly bugs that get all...rolly when you poke at them like this!” He jabs her in the side with his tiny, pudgy finger.

“I’ll pass.” She grumbles as she watches Hajime fail to land any of the bags into the hole.

“Please win it for me, please, please, please, please phu-leeese…”

“These games are for children. I am not a child.”

“What? Are there better uses for your talents?” Hajime quirks a brow.

“Yes! Yes, exactly. I am glad that you understand…” she glances at him and realizes that he, in fact, does not understand at all. She very nearly pouts.

“Com’on Rikka!” Atsu whines. “Com’on, com’on, com’on!” He pleads until the words blend into one steady stream.

“No.”

“Look at his face, Rikka.” She has. It is gap-toothed, bug-eyed, and pudgy. The same as every child she ever set her eyes upon. “How can you say no to that face?”

“Cooooommmme ooooon, Riiikaaaa.”

“Not a chance.” She folds her arms tighter.

“You’re his only hope, Rikka. He gets his hand-eye coordination from his dad.”

“Yes,” she agrees, “you’re both awful at this.”

“Well why don’t you grace all of us with your fantastic bean toss skills, master.”

Azula gives a haughty sniff. “Fine. But only so the both of you know that it isn’t so hard.”

.oOo.

He hasn’t put it down since she’d won it for him. Day to day the badger-mole has a different name. At first it was ‘Duster’ and then it was ‘Mud Muncher’ and after that it was, ‘Caihong the Second’. She isn’t sure which name has been bestowed upon the toy today but she has a sinking feeling that it has something to do with her name and is doubly glad that she is using a false one.

The boy comes prancing up to her. “I’m going to show Misa and Min, Dáxiyi!”

“Dáxiyi?”

Atsu nods, “your mongoose-lizard.”

“You named my mongoose-lizard?”

“You said that you didn’t!”

Azula rolls her eyes, “and who are Misa and Min?”

“Neighbor’s kids.” Hajime says as the boy rushes outside. “How are things going at Ojihara’s?”

“Well enough.” Azula replies. Nevermind that Caihong’s father has been tirelessly pestering her for details of her past to the point she is considering calling off their dinner date. “Seukhyung asks too many questions.”

“You do realize that going out to dinner is all about questions and getting to know someone, right?”

Azula frowns, her stomach tying itself in knots. “Why would he want to do that?” She wonders if she is being pursued. Surely she has been in this village long enough to have attracted attention. Golden eyes stand starkly out amid shades of green.

“Because he likes you. And his daughter does too. And his old man…”

“In other words, I should tell him that dinner is cancelled and that he will not be interrogating me over lukewarm miso soup and mochi.”

Hajime laughs. “In other words, give him a chance. Just let him do all of the talking if you don’t want to.” He tilts his head. “You do realize what this dinner is, right?”

“Why do you think that I wouldn’t?”

“You did imply, the other day, that you have trouble understanding people.”

“I understand people perfectly. I just don’t know how to connect with them. I know that he…”

“Loves you?”

She nods. “I think.”

“Well then, take him to dinner and see how it goes.”

“I will.”

He nods, “I figured that you would.”

“You sound disappointed.”

“No!” He says too quickly. “I told you that I wanted to help you socialize more. I just didn’t expect you to... catch on so quickly.”

But she truly hasn’t. “And?”

“And what?”

“There’s something you aren’t saying. What else didn’t you expect?”

He rubs his hands over his face.

“Why would you think that there’s something else?”

“Because I understand people perfectly.”

.oOo.

Seukhyung takes her hand and leads her into the eatery, a fine place really. Small but fine, with walls of bamboo sticks and a burbling fountain at the very center. All about the place are hanging ivys and pots that spill colorful leaves and petals. “Here.” He helps her into her seat. “I’ll have the waiter light these,” he gestures to the candles.

Azula quirks a brow.

He laughs, “right, I’m used to dating Earth Kingdom women.”

“Clearly.” Azula cups the lotus shaped candle in her palms and lights it up. She waits for the flame to warm into a shade of orange before putting it back in place.

“So uh…” he clears his throat. “So, what was life like back in the Fire Nation? Is everyone as competitive and passionate as you are?”

She shakes her head. “In the Fire Nation you either have the spark or you don’t. You’re either bold or useless.”

“Sounds harsh.”

She shrugs.

“No wonder you left.” He rubs the back of his head. “I wouldn’t want to deal with that sort of pressure. It’s like, no wonder Fire Nation soldiers are so ruthless and cruel.”

Azula swallows. The waiter finally makes his appearance. “Miso soup add some spice to it.”

“And I’ll have the roast duck and pau buns.” He pauses and turns to her, “you said spicy right? Have you ever tried spicy pickled kelp?”

She shakes her head.

“A real delicacy!” Seukhyun exclaims. “I’ll split one with you, if you’d like.”

“That sounds just fine.” If she doesn’t like it he can eat the whole thing, she supposes.

“Anyways, what was I saying?”

“That firebenders are monsters?”

“N-no! That’s not what I meant. Just the military types and the rich folk.”

Azula gazes into the candle’s flickering flame. “Right…”

“But you’re not like that. I can tell.” He smiles. “I was able to see it when you gave Caihong that turnip.”

She rolls her eyes. She isn’t quite sure if her laugh is resentful or genuinely humored. “You’re still on about that? It was one, little, scrap of a turnip.”

“It’s the small deeds that show a person’s true nature. That’s what my old man told me. That little turnip had Caihong smiling for days, you know. It was the best turnip she ever ate.”

This time she is certain that her little laugh is genuine. “Well of course. It was touched by my hand, afterall.”

He chuckles, “you’re something else.”

“A good something?”

He cups his hand over hers, “I wouldn’t have asked you for a date if I thought that you were a bad something. I’m so glad that my old man took Caihong off of my hands tonight.”

“Why’s that?”

He laughs, “it’s a little less romantic to have her yanking on my sleeve all night, don’t you think?”

She shrugs, Hajime seems to manage just fine.

“I haven’t had a date since I lost Cai’s mother.”

“What happened to her?” She asks.

“Same thing that happened to a lot of wives here. Bunch of Earth Kingdom soldiers came up here and when we refused to let them turn Wu Jing into a military camp...people died, Rikka, a lot of people.” He pauses. “Fire Nation soldiers aren’t the only brutal ones. I haven’t met any soldier who was pleasant for conversation.”

Her stomach sinks. She can’t help but wonder how far she would have gone, had her pre-destined path not been so rudely blocked. She doesn’t have to wonder for long at all, not knowing full and well that she had told her father to charr the entirety of the Earth Kingdom. Knowing that she took pride in her suggestion. She pictures Wu Jing under a wave of fire streaming from her father’s hand. Ojihara, Seukhyung, Caihong, Atsu, Hajime, all of them burning to ash. “Yes, you’re probably right about that.”

She takes the first taste of the spicy pickled kelp. It isn’t spicy at all.

“Well, what do you think?”

“It’s fine.”

Azula was almost certain that she would never know the feeling... She hates it. She resents it. It leaves her stomach queasy, but that night she learns what it is to feel shame, regret.

.oOo.

Her voice is strangely soothing. A bizarre patchwork of Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom and he almost ravenously enjoys how pleasantly it plays through his ears. She isn’t talking about anything in particular. Mostly it is small talk with a sprinkle every now and again about how she is surprised to be receiving such a generally positive welcome home.

“You’re their princess.” He says. “Of course they’re happy to have you back.”

“But did I really do them any favors while I was here?”

He nods. “I think that you did, or you did at the time.” He tries to get his thoughts together. “And I think that they agree. The problem isn’t that you didn’t do any favors it’s that those things aren’t considered good deeds anymore. Times change, what seemed like a helping the Fire Nation at the time isn’t so helpful after all.”

She fixes him with the dullest stare he has seen in a while.

“But I think that they know that you meant well, right? You’re not the only Fire National who has been doing some reflection. This whole nation is…”

“Doing some horrifying introspection.” Azula mutters. “Some things can’t be fixed, Sokka. Maybe some cultures are worse than others...”

“Where is this coming from?”

“Thinking too much. I suppose.”

“Firebenders aren’t evil.” He smiles. “You aren’t.”

She quirks a skeptical brow.

“Do evil people carry around stuffed badger-moles?”

Azula’s face flushes as she snatches it back. “Apparently, yes.”

.oOo.

Azula buries her nose in the badger-mole’s fabric. It smells faintly of turnip of dirt and of home. It smells of affection and care. If she inhales deeply enough she swears that she is whisked to that place for some time. Whisked back to a home where the scent of freshly baked bread was a morning starter and vegetable stew closed the night.

She holds her hand to her belly. She feels cold to her core. Things could have been fine. They could have been fulfilling, whole. Instead she finds the hollowness of a spoiled harvest, lush and flourishing on the surface but rotting beneath.

She gives a small jerk when she feels hands on her soldiers. “Hey. Are you still with me.”

Azula nods, “mostly.”

“You were…”

“Thinking.” She replies. “Just thinking.”

He nods and she isn’t sure that he believes her.

“I’m not crazy.”

“I didn’t say that you were.” He promises. “But ‘not crazy’ doesn’t rule ‘not okay’ out.”

She swallows.

“I think that you can use…” He wiggles his brows and pulls out a mahjong set, “a distraction!”

“Sokka…”

“Come on, it’ll be fun. A game night! Me, you, Zuko, Mai, and TyLee.” He beams. “I happen to be a mahjong master.”

“Is that right?”

“It sure is!”

“I’ll pass.”

“Oh come on, you’ll have fun.”

“It’s a silly game, Sokka.”

“I get it, you have to save your brainpower for something more important.”

Her throat runs dry. “What did you say?”

Sokka tenses, only briefly, but long enough. “I was just saying that you just don’t want to play because I am a mahjong master and you don’t want to lose in front of ever.”

Azula sniffs. “Invite the entire palace staff, I’ll win.”

.oOo.

She was smiling. It had reached her eyes at multiple points during their game--mostly when she was near victory--but he can’t say that she is unbothered. Raava’s tendrils he wishes that she would just tell him what is wrong. What happened to her, who she lost, and how.

And Raava’s light he doesn’t know why or when he started to care so much. He has a suspicion that, knowingly or not, it had been the moment she stumbled back into the palace with a story and a collection of scars.

He supposes that it is a compulsion to understand to know just what could have sparked such a stark change. No, he realizes, it isn’t so stark at all. Everything that made Azula, Azula is still there. He thinks that it is more of an addition; a newfound capacity for empathy and care.

He sighs to himself, his impulse decisions usually lead him to distress and disarray. But when he hears that small laugh, he isn’t quite so sure that, that will be the case this time. He is almost entirely sure when the game is packed away and she mutters, “I suppose that your ideas aren’t so awful after all. Tonight reminded me of...special moments. It almost felt the same.”

He isn’t so sure if that is melancholic or pleasent. “Special moments?”

She nods.

“You ever going to talk about those?”

She strokes the head of the badger-mole as she considers. “I went to a festival once.”

Her voice is so soft. Soothing. The very prospect of finally hearing a story where he can savor every syllable, every annunciation, is enticing. So much so that he finds it startling. He hadn’t expected to be so intensely and suddenly enthralled by the princess. But he supposes that he does have a history of falling intensely and abruptly. Quite frankly, it scares him. Truly, he only meant to reach out a comforting hand, to pursue a friendship and nothing more.

Changed or not, she is still Azula. Azula with all of her history and baggage. Azula with a steeper mountain of secrets.

“Are you listening, because I’m not going to repeat myself?”

“You went to a festival once, with a boy and his father…”

She nods.

But maybe it won’t be so hard to uncover those secrets. Maybe he only had to ask her to share the pleasant memories. It seems to almost comfort her to talk about this boy and his father. The name Hajime comes back to him and he wonders if this story is about that man.

“Can we do this again?” He asks when she is finished.

She furrows her brows. “A story a night! You tell me about a special moment and I’ll tell you about one.”

She considers. “Alright, a story a night. But you don’t get to ask any questions.”

[mythriteshah]

Dinner with Violet & Steel

Within the mythril-blue halls of the Higuri Regalia’s Main Branch Headquarters was a vast dinner table made of that same blue metal.  Precious fabrics of tulle were placed evenly along the length of the table, as plates of exquisite food from all corners of Hydaelyn were being placed.

The Angels – Lord Thiji’s personal retinue of assassin-maidservants – were gathered around the table.  At the head was the Mythrite Sultan himself, being poured a glass of his Winter Lassi by his Main Branch Advisor, Veeveena Veena.  He and his Angels were regaling one another over their recent success in the Bloodsands…

Lilina: So how’d it go?! I wanted to witness the spectacle myself, but I have been so busy with my Summoner training…

Veeveena: Oh, it went quite well, Miss Lilina!  In fact, we would be honored if Miss Susuna could recall the story for us in full detail!

Susuna: Hey, can I at least get in a glass or two of wine first?!

The Angels chuckled as Susuna gulped down her caelumtree wine.  All the Angels were garbed in the uniform of their respective branches, save for a few who were wearing items from the PiB Catalogue: Veeveena in her Impurity’s Sampot as per usual; Isja in her Life-Warden’s Veil, and Himmeya in the Griffin-Mistress’ Choil.

After a good half-bell into their feast, Veeveena popped the question to her fellow Angel once more, who took another long sip of her wine before jumping up to the table in a dramatic fashion, startling her sisters.

Susuna: So there we were, surrounded by the typical Ul’dahn crowd of nobles looking for bloodshed! Even Ishgard’s own nobility came to spectate!  The Mythril Cup was nigh, and it was here that our latest operation would unfold: Violet Steel!

Luluma: But wait, I thought Miss Himmeya didn’t use weapons?

Susuna: I’m getting there! So anyway, the contestants were lined up in the Bloodsands: a big, burly Sea Wolf Gladiator; a not-as-big but just-as burly female Sea Wolf Marauder; a Midlander soldier of the Immortal Flames; a female Duskwight Lancer; a Sun Seeker male from the Black Shroud – a Redbelly Wasp; a pair of male twin Dunesfolk Thaumaturges, and a Highlander Thief!

Isja: Hm… I counted nine, including Himmeya.  Who was the tenth?

Susuna: She was a Far Easterner, by the look of her armor.  She had a pink scabbard which obviously housed a Doman Steel katana.  At the time, she was masked, so her face was obscured from view.  So as they welcomed the combatants, I placed a hundred thousand gil on Himmeya winning. The odds at the time were 100 to 1.

Lelena: What?!  Then that must mean –

Susuna: That’s right! Ten million gil was going to belong to the Regalia once Himmeya won!  Of course, the real victory was getting word out on the PiB Catalogue, which my sisters and Miss Shiro were manning just outside the coliseum at the time.

Umimi: Oh, when does the fun part come?  Let’s hear about the fighting!

Sesena: Oh, don’t be so impatient, Miss Umimi!  Suna’s gotta set the mood first!

Susuna: Whaddya mean? The mood is already set!  The fight started and everyone was goin’ at it! The Gladiator and Marauder ganged up on the swordmaiden while the Lancer and the Redbelly Archer did their thing.

Umimi, taking a sip of water: Now that’s more like it!

Susuna: The Flames soldier made good use of his shield, deflecting the elemental onslaught from the Thaumaturge twins!  Then here comes the Highlander Thief from out of the shadows, looking to draw first blood by taking out Himmeya!

The Angels gasped as Himmeya simply shook her head, biting into another piece of baklava.  The Enforcer was amazed by the taste that she had to stop and appreciate the flavor for a moment…

Himmeya, thinking: Damn.  Now I see why this is Lord Thiji’s favorite dessert.

Susuna: Unfortunately for him, Miss Himmeya was in her exclusive Fists of Ice stance!  When the Thief jumped onto her shoulders for an Assassination attack, she caught him off balance using Arm of the Destroyer, then quickly grabbed him by the leg, hung him upside-down for a mean Touch of Death to the gut, and chucked his tattooed ass across the arena, taking a shield bash and Scathe combo as he was sent flying into the wall!

Umimi & Veeveena: Nice!

The other Angels applauded Himmeya’s performance.  The Fist of Rhalgr disciple found it difficult to respond to such an ovation, so she simply waved sheepishly.

Isja: Who knew the Treasurer had such a talent for storytelling?

Sosona: Susuna may be the youngest between the three of us, but her expertise at information gathering and gossip is second-to-none.

Susuna: With the first combatant knocked out, Himmeya took up a new stance: the Fists of Water!  The Lancer incapacitated the Miqo’te bandit with a straight kick and went straight for the Flames soldier!  Meanwhile, the Thaumaturges enhanced their defenses with Manawards as they prepared a mean spell to throw at Himmeya!

Lelena: How would she be able to close the distance in time?!

Susuna: She didn’t have to. Much like the Fists of Ice slowing down opponents she struck, this stance had a unique effect as well!  The Fists of Water increased her effective striking range by at least ten yalms!  So she was able to instantly break their barriers with another antiquated technique: the One-Ilm Punch!

Meriri: Goodness, lass! Ye be puttin’ Pugilists to shame with yer skills!

Koyuki: It was at this point that the crowd had its eyes fixed on Miss Himmeya, and some had even inquired as to where she obtained her clothes!  You can only imagine what we told them in response!

Shishira: Lord Thiji dearest was spectating from the other end, cloaked in black and violet, signaling the next phase: bringing in the masses!  But for now, Miss Susuna should continue.

Susuna: Thank you, ma’am! So, with the Thaumaturges’ defenses shattered by a single hit, the Archer managed to recover and shot an arrow at the older brother, which really pissed off his younger sibling!  He gathered his might and dropped an orbital laser on his head – the Skyshard!

Isja: Heavens…!

Umimi: He died, right?

Susuna: He should have!  It’s a Limit Break, for Thal’s sake!  But capitalizing on this, the Marauder chick took out the exhausted younger with a mean Overpower, wrapping up the triangle knockout!

Meriri: So how was the swordmaiden doin’ in the midst of all this?

Susuna: She held her own no problem!  In fact, I was going to get to her in a minute!  So, the roster was down to half at this point, with only Himmeya, the Far Easterner, the Roegadyns, and the Flames Soldier remaining!

Yuanji: But you missed the Duskwight – what happened to her?

Susuna, taking another sip of her wine: Oh, right – her.  She got slashed right below the tits by the Flames soldier.

The Angels broke out into laughter yet again from the Treasurer’s remark.  Umimi nearly spat out her water as a result.  Thiji only shook his head, the only thing escaping his lips being a soft chuckle.

Susuna: Which is even funnier considering how she was talking so much good shite to Miss Himmeya before the fight began! 

Himmeya: Said I was better fit for ballroom dancing.

Lilina: Ballrooms can be arenas, too!

Susuna: Well-stated, Miss Lilina!  Very true! So anyway, he was up next. Himmeya readied her third trump card: The Fists of Lightning!

Lilina: Ooh! Ooh!  That stance had to have paralyzed her foes, right?!

Himmeya: Correct. Though my attacks kept hitting his shield, he would eventually find it harder to hold it up as the electric current danced around the metal and eventually shocked him.

Susuna: And that was when she gave him a double Tiger Claw Strike!

Himmeya: “Couerl Paw”, Miss Susuna.

Susuna: Eh, semantics! The point is, he was knocked on his ass and was eliminated!  All eyes were on Himmeya now, and the nobles were starting to see the meaning of “Power in Beauty” through our star performer!  So we directed them outside to the booth we had set up.  Those who stayed, however, were in for a treat! That Marauder chick was furious now, and charged at Himmeya full speed!  But she was able to stop her dead in her tracks with the Steel Peak technique, stunning her long enough to charge her power move… Uh, what did you call it again?

Himmeya & Sosona: Chesed (pronounced “heh-sed”).

Susuna: Thanks to Sona’s fine-tuning, Miss Himmeya overclocked her Fists of the Fiend and brought the full power of life and growth onto the face of the Marauder, sending her bouncing into the wall where she made a nice Roegadyn-sized hole in it before landing on her neck!

The Angels winced in pain.

Susuna: That left only Himmeya, the Gladiator, and the swordmaiden.  At this point, the Roegadyn was getting frustrated as her opponent was getting the upper hand, so he tried to draw her away with a Bloodstain – or Circle of Scorn, if you prefer!  But then she did this thing where it looked like she foresaw the incoming attack and instantly evaded it, sliding backwards a full 360-degrees before advancing and retaliating with a slash which disarmed him!

Luluma: So some sort of… Foresight Slash?

Susuna: Yeah, that’s what it sounds like!  Anyway, she sent the man into the air with a Tsubame-Gaeshi, then bisected the fool with an Ougi – some Far Eastern word meaning “Hidden Technique”.

???: The Hana-no-Fukei – the Scenery of Blossoms.

Everyone looked around to find the source of the voice.  Then from the entrance to the dining hall was a petite Midlander Hyur wearing the uniform of the Othard Branch, with a pink scabbard identical to the one Susuna described in her retelling.  She had auburn hair tied in a ponytail and golden eyes, flawless skin, and an air of poise.  She greeted everyone with a bow and immediately took a seat beside Himmeya.

Susuna: Introducing our newest Angel: Kaori Hanabira, the Petaldancer!

Kaori: Truly, it is an honor to be part of such a wonderful company.  It is grand to see my old friend Himmeya again.

Meriri: Wait, you’re the same lass who cut down the Gladiator?  Then how’d the rest of the match end?

Kaori: After I struck down that ruffian, I revealed myself to Himmeya.  We had befriended each other during the Rhalgr’s Beacon operation when she was still in the Resistance.

Himmeya: She stowed away on an East Aldenard vessel all the way to Limsa Lominsa, where she sought to return the favor of the brave westerners who helped liberate Doma.

Thiji: We are honored to have you among us, Miss Kaori.  You will serve us well as the Othard Branch’s Enforcer.

Kaori: I shall not disappoint.

Umimi: With all due respect, my lord… who won the Mythril Cup?

Thiji: That honor belongs to Miss Himmeya, of course.  They had shared a dialogue before sparring.  Both gave their all, but in the ensuing clash, Miss Kaori’s blade would shatter upon Himmeya’s enhanced fists.  Without a weapon with which to fend herself, and her own martial arts proving inadequate, the only logical choice was to concede.

Kaori: But it was an honorable duel, and I only entered to find Miss Himmeya in the first place. She enjoys fighting – as do I.  So I thought a coliseum battle would be the ideal event to find her.  The kami smiled upon me that day to find her there, though I was unaware of a greater scheme in the works.

Yuanji: Ahh – of course! Miss Sesena’s team was swamped after the match, were you not?

Sesena: We would have been were it not for the fact that Miss Shiro is a master assassin!  She gave everyone a copy with lightning speed!

Sosona: And now we have an easy 10 million gil in the bank; more exposure for the Regalia, and a new Angel. An awesome profit was won that day.

Susuna: The bookmaker was appalled by the outcome, but that’s the thing about gambling: sometimes –

Sesena and Sosona join in: You lose!

Umimi: But not for the Regalia!  This gamble was a victory for us all!  A toast to our success, and to our newest Angel – Miss Kaori!

Thiji: To Miss Kaori.

Yuanji & Koyuki: Kampai!

(Picture commissioned by Dizzyfuture)

[popculturebuffet]

Ducktales 87 Review: A Whale of A Bad Time (Catch as Cash Can Part 2)

A SEA MONSTER ATE MY ICE CREAM! Yup come with me under the cut as I cover one of the most infamous moments of all Ducktales.. and the absolutely bonkers episode attached involving robot ice cream trucks, giant robotic whales, Optimus Prime as a navy admiral, and semen.. er seaman Donald Duck!  All of this and more commissioned by @weirdkev27​ is waiting under the ocean and under the cut! Come aboard!

So yeah....

And not the adventure time or regular show or what have you kind of intetionally weird I mean all the elements just sort of conjeal into a mess of poor decisions in and out of universes, robotic whales and the most insane scheme to get a noble peace prize of all time. If that and the intro didn’t hook you I don’t know what will, let’s do this. 

PREVIOUSLY ON DUCKTALES:

Okay maybe not THAT previously... guess I gotta do this myself. *Grumble grumble* : Last time we met a steoyptical-ish foreign leader give Scrooge and Glomgold a deadline to literally weigh their fortunes in his country at ten days, with Glomgold’s sending the Beagle Boys after Scrooge in an attempt to cheat.. and springing from jail in a giant blimp shaped like a cow because your guess is as good as mine. Scrooge naturally won and here we are. As said last time, these episodes were still basically written as done in ones, able to be digested on their own, just with the overall framework of the four parter, in this case Scrooge and Glomgold’s contest, tieing it together. So with that out of the way. 

We open as Duckburg is hit with a heatwave. 

No that’s Heat Wave.. and besides he works out of central city, not Duckberg silly.. wherever those images come from.. me I guess? I dunno. Point is the boys are sweaty and uncomfortable, just like me 90 percent of the time, and decide to cool off by visiting Scrooge’s new ice cream factory for free samples. We’re only about a minute, and a recap about the contest on the news, in and already the characters this episode are acting kind of dumb.. get used to it. One of Scrooge’s primary, most consistent, most iron clad character traits is he does NOT give away something for nothing. Even for Charity he’ll often try and pench pennies and how much he donates, and in older harsher comics like Carl Barks famous “A Christmas For Shacktown” good luck getting him to donate any money to anyone else AT ALL. If he DOES give someone a gift, it’s usually with an alterior motive or some sort of scheme brewing, with Donald or the Nephews or all four rightly questioning him. The idea any factory of any product of his would give out samples unless he got something out of doint so or that they wouldn’t be tiny or use flavors that don’t sell or some cost cutting measure like that is nuts and while it’s not out of the boys characters to be stupid it is a bit for them to just blindly think he’d be okay with this.  Their soon distracted by other matters once they arrive though as the Guard won’t let them in despite being Huey, Dewey and Louie as much like bill and ted their a package deal, and yes they do a team pose and yes.. it’s actually pretty adorable. Again nepotism has never been a trait of scrooges either boys, why would he start now? They try flagging down one of his ice cream  trucks but they totally ignore him. and seem to be driving automatically... they also look human which... yeah. Just.. yeah. The boys are naturally suspicious and plan to ask scrooge at Dinner. This fails because Scrooge isn’t coming and Beakly refuses to let them disturb him on his orders.. and refused to let Webby eat till everyone’s at the table. I’ll come back to Beakly in a second, and there will be blood dumpster. 

The boys sleep that night, but are woken up by the ice cream trucks and wondering why the hell their running at night... which yeah is weird and was a bad part of the plan. We’ll get to why that plan’s a bit totally fucked in a second though as the boys assume someone is doing something shady with scrooge’s company and pull a Marty McFly, attaching their skateboards to a bumper and then hopping onto one of the trucks. And given that Magica, the Beagle Boys and Flintheart have all gone up at scrooge several times at this point judging by the episode guides, not to mention all the one off thieves, scumbags, con artists and warlords they’ve fought, you honestly can’t blame them for being super suspicious. 

Their suspcions of this being some kind of elaborate theft are semeingly confirmed when instead of , and this is really the flavor they use “Bubble Gum Pistachio Fudge” they find Scrooge’s money. And let’s just take a sec to .. unpack that flavor as none of those go together. I mean in a three scoop cone or bowl maybe, but in the same ice cream your just throwing shit together at that point. And the flavor isn’t outlandish enough to really be a good joke.

 I’ts just three flavors jammed together that don’t belong. It’s not like the, ironically in the same year, 87 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle’s love for weird pizza toppings. That.. actually comes off as a joke. It didn’t always land in the episodes i’d seen but I get what their going for. Thanks to this infographic I know they put ALL of this on pizza at some point, omitting actual pizza toppings for obvious reasons: Granola, Licorice, Fudge, Marshmallows, Clams, Peanut Butter, Avacado (Which didn’t sound bad in theory but once I thought about it I winced), Pickles, Asparagus, Butterscotch, Onions (Yes I know this is an actual regular pizza topping but no just.. no.. everyone hones in on anchovies, which i’ve never had but no.. onions are the real scourge of the pizza world), Toast, Tea (okay that one actually shocked me), Clam Sauce, Chocolate Sprinkles, Jelly Beans, Yogurt, Coconut, Strawberries, Oatmeal, Grape Jelly, Gucamole, Tuna, Popcorn, Sardines, Whipped Cream, Bannans and Goulash. The point i’m making is it’s not hard to come up with even a weak wacky flavor of something and it was  a weird line to just utterly botch but they somehow did it. Also that the Teenage Mutant Turtles have serious issues to address. I mean onions, really? onions? Guys you can do better... onions are a next mutation topping!

One Tangent Later, the boys and the trucks arrive at the docks where they see the money filled ice cream trucks loading onto a boat and a shadowy mystery man. Who could it be? My money is on

But my money is always on Crab People. It’s likely why i’m poor. But the boys chuck a bag of cash at him, then Louie... prepares to break his legs with a crowbar?

Seriously the truck was automated and they came straight form home. he had to have brought that with him. Whelp at least Louie has a unique character trait: He likes to make people bleed. I don’t know if that’s necessarily a GOOD thing for a 8-10 year old to want to do but it’s better than nothing. Before Louie can get up to a bit of the ultra violence, Huey finds out it’s Scrooge who explains himself: Naturally the sudden new Ice Cream Factory he built in days right next to the bin is a front, and the trucks are his own, a stealthy way to outfox glomgold. While the news said he was transporting the loot by air, he’s doing it by sea stealthily to prevent glomgold from attacking it. Which given he hasn’t a giant cow Zepplin, fair enough. 

The rest of this though is ludicrously overcomplicated: First off it’s not REMOTELY stealthy to build a giant fake factory next to your bin, days before you transport your cash, something so obvious i’m suprised Glomgold dind’t just come to the factory himself and set some explosives. Second while Robot Drivers isn’t a bad idea, Glomgold has many spies with many eyes, it’s a BIG gamble to both have active trucks around, especially at night carrying large sums of cash. I mean what if the police stopped them? Sure Scrooge could get his money back legally, but Flintheart might get to it first or bribe some cops first. Or some dirty cops might take it for themselves. It’s also WEIRDLY costly for someone as spiendthrift as Scrooge, I mean while he owns the land for the factory he had to buy a ton of trucks, pay for gyro’s, i’m assuming Gyro’s at least, material to make the robots, and pay for the guard to keep people out as well as presumibly either well paid workers or more robots inside to get the money into the trucks. It’s just hilariously overcomplicated and while not an intentional joke clearly got a laugh out of me as it just makes no logical sense for scrooge’s character and he’s done similar ideas for far less money in the comics. It’s a carl barks style “hide the money bin’s cash” plot, funnled through bloodshot eyes of someone having done a small mountain of cocaine to get this script done on time and I love it for that. The boys applaud their uncle for his wacky scheme while a mysteroius periscope watches them from a distance. 

The Next Morning Beakly is still awful as despite everyone being there, she now refuses to let Webby eat till everyone’s settled. And NOW we can talk about 87 Beakly. I don’t like her. She’s had one or two moments in the episodes I watched, but outside of that she’s a bland character who mostly fusses over the boys and webby, worries things are too dangerous, or is there for a weak joke. She’s just not all that intresting, and while i’ll grant the 87 Ducktales cast isn’t the deepest set of characters and the boys can be annoying depending on the episode.. their at least INTRESTING. The boys are clever, rambunctions and curious, Webby has all of that and an underlying swetness that while cloying at times is mostly just really endearing, Launchpad is a klutz and a crash magnet but means well and keeps trying and genuinely is a good scoutleader and person, and Scrooge despite his rough edges is a hardscrabbled adventuerer. The rest of the main cast here at least has a drive and character to them that makes the stories work when their at their best. Beakly is just kinda.. there. Why I also go into this is because 87 Webby gets a lot of shit.. and she really dosen’t deserve it. Yes she’s clearly a studio executives idea of what a little girl should like and that’s bad. And yes she got kidnapped a bunch.. but so did everyone else. But she makes up for that by being the heart of the team, offering love and empathy to all of them, easily bonding with varous animals and people they meet, and genuinely offering a naive but optimistic worldview that nicely contrasts with scrooge and the boys understandable cyncism. And she CAN handle herself more often than not. Wheras frank and co basically took almost everything about beakly and started over with Webby they simply tweaked her for the times: Made her about the same age if not older than the triplets so their equals, took away the triplet’s outdated and utterly loathsome sexisim, and added badassery and intellegence to her already admirable emotional skills and naive optimism, along with some boundless energy on top.They took a decent character and made her an amazing one.  With Beakly.. they took a dodering, easily frightned old lady whose overly proper and stuffy and turned her into a taciturn, snarky, badass former secret agent whose the sanest person in the mansion and when she IS wrong, will not only admit it but usually had some good reason for it. She also goes from being mostly deferent to scrooge to one of his few equals, to the point that the “87 Cent Solution!” lampshades the fact that if they’d called her the episode would’ve been over, as she’s , outside of a few exceptions the one person he listens to. She’s a throughly likeable, throughly complex character and one i’m glad their doing more with this season while I really hope I don’t see the original her more than I have to.  Okay with that rant done for this and any future retro ducktales reviews, we can get to the reason your all here and Kev comissioned me to do all 4 of these episodes: You’ve seen it on youtube, you’ve seen it in “Let’s get Dangerous”, you’ve seen it in dreams, ladies, gentleman and others, A. SEA. MONSTER. ATE. MY. ICE. CREAM. 

As the family sits for pancakes, Wippleman, Scrooge’s accountant and what I can only assume is this universe’s version of WWE manager Harvey Wippleman, comes in and has some bad news for Scrooge: A Sea Monster of some kind sunk one of his ships.. but the good news it was only Ice Cream. Knowing what it really was Scrooge goes absolute APE shit and procedes to hop around the table going absolutely insane, destroying everyone’s breakfast, with poor webby bemoaning she’ll never get to eat, Beakly remarking “it must’ve been some ice cream’ which isnt’ a bad line, Huey explaning what’s up with the weirdly delivered “It was half his fort-une!” and the boys finally restraining Scrooge with an impromptu tablecloth straightjacket, which calms him down and he hops off to get his money back. Wether you’ve seen the scene for yourself and ESPECIALLY if somehow you haven’t, it’s right here if you want to take another look. 

This scene is not only the most remembered part of the special, and easily the most beloved, it’s one of the best scenes in all of Ducktales 87 and easily one of the funniest across duck canon. Everything just clicks: The concept, the animation showing off just how manic scrooge is, how he never does the same move twice, how rather than looping it Alan Young very clearly said the word a bunch of times each time with a different more manic and uniquely hilarious delivery, Beakly’s deadpan reaction, and the boys vain attempts to restrain him before finally succeeding. Everything about this works and in an otherwise just really off center episode, this sparkling gem of a scene stands out. I waited till now to talk about Alan Young’s scrooge and honestly the man defined the roll for a reason: he can do a dramatic or emotional delivery just as effortlessly as a comic bit like this, and plays the character with the sternness and stubbornness expected. He got the character perfectly and it’s unsurprising Frank and Matt wanted him to reprise the roll and he only didn’t because he sadly passed on, though I will say David Tenant is a perfect replacement. Though even HE couldn’t do the Sea Monster Ate My Ice Cream bit as well as Alan, as his felt a bit more stilted and was clearly looped, but really I don’t think anyone could top him at this. It’s his shining moment as the character and he earned it square. 

So getting back to the ten car pileup that is the rest of this episode, the boys and Scrooge head under the sea, doot doot doot, to find his ship. But while under water they instead find the navy who’ve quarantined the ship.. yet aren’t wearing face masks inside their little suits. How odd. Guess the giant glass dome and giant ocean of water between them and the ship helps but still, you can’t be too careful.  Point is both sides are being kind of douchey: The Naval Guards, rather than direct Scrooge to their superior to PROVE it’s his vessel and ask questions to him directly since their aircraft carrier soon turns out not to be far from here just tell him he can’t pass and Scrooge is as bill gerent as you’d expect. I’m not saying people aren’t this dumb in real life, just google any video of a karen of any gender throwing a giant tantrum in a store over masks, i’m just saying i’td be nice to move the plot along without unnecessary cul de sacs.  The boys however naturally have a way around this and sneak in with scrooge on the underside of a sea turtle. It’s a genuinely clever tactic. They find the ship with a large bite out of it.. and the Navy then swoop in to take them in. 

On the ship Scrooge continues to not help his case and pulls a classic old white guy and demands to see their superior. Or white person in particular really. Point is he throws a strop on their way to what could easily be a trip to the brig with his behavior and possible criminal charges, while the boys muse that this is Donald’s ship. For the uninitiated, the in-series reason Donald left the boys for this series was he was called back to the Navy, and thus left the boys with Scrooge. Out of series it was an executive mandate: As Tad Stones, future creator of Darkwing Duck and story editor for Ducktales 87, explained, and I found out about this via looper, Disney was nervous about having one of their biggest characters overexposed by having him as part of 65 episode tv show. This was combined with the fact they were worried Donald’s voice would make stories confusing.  I also believe, if with no proof there was at third reason: Tony Anselmo had just started as Donald Duck, taking over from the late great Clarence Nash at Nash’s request after Nash died in 85, and they likely feared putting Tony through such a ringer this soon might sour audiences on him before audiences had gotten used to the new voice actor. So with all this Donald was kept to the occasional guest roll, though I will say while there have been complaints about Donald’s voice on this show I have no issue with it. It’s not as good as the reboot.. but the reboot also comes after Tony’s been playing the roll for over 30 years and is just as iconic as his predecessor in the roll at this point versus two years after his mentor died and he picked up his sword.. or squawky duck voice in this case. 

Scrooge is escorted to Admiral Grimitz, the head of this aircraft carrier whose showed up in other Donald episodes, specifically his segment of the Treasure of the Golden Suns series opener. He’s the gruff but mostly fair head of the ship and is voiced by, of all the va’s possible, Peter “Optimus Prime” Cullen, using a voice that is DIFFRENT but not by much. It’s hard not to be distracted by it. The Admiral waves scrooge off from his entirely justified fear the Army stole his money, but refuses to give any details since i’ts classified. Scrooge angrily.. decides to do the next shipment anyway and tells them to stay out of it instead of calling the president like he threatened to get some answers. Or threaten to pull funding for his military contracts. I know Scrooge never would, but they don’t know that. It’s just.. odd to see scrooge give up and it would’ve made more sense if the Admiral threatened legal action first or something that would get him to back off.  The Admiral then brings in Donald, and gives him the truth: Their own scientist, Dr. Bluebottle, stole an experimental sub shaped like a whale and stole the money for reasons they don’t know. So since he can go undercover easily, he sends Donald to go with scrooge and slaps a transmitter on him so they can track him. Donald also does some slapstick. That’s my boy. And yes it was a very nice surprise to see him again since i’d forgot he was in this episode. Especially since aside from “The Trickining!” he hasn’t been in any episodes since Ducktales came back. Justifably though as none of those NEEDED him and the show’s massively improved from it’s “donald might as not well exist” days of season 1, I just miss him is all and it’s nice to see some form of him again.  And this is where the episode kinda lost me, as this scheme, while not really out of the bounds of the reality, just.. feels like it overcomplicates the plot for the sake of padding. I mean I buy the Government going iwth a far more complex plan to cover their own asses.. but it would’ve made more sense from a plot standpoint to have it go this way: The Admiral is honest with Scrooge, tells him about bluebottle.. and threatens him into helping them by pointing out he broke into a federal quarantine and defined naval orders and could be brought up on charges, and if he tired telling anyone about Bluebottle could likewise be tried for leaking federal secrets. That way instead of using an unknowing scrooge as bait he goes into the situation KNOWING he’s probably going to get captured and while grumbly about it uses it to his advantage. Donald could still plausibly be sent along as naval lisaon/as a seemingly nice act/to have the bug to track the sub. Instead it just feels like they added an extra uncessary step to things to pad the episode more. I mean if you needed to do that just add more of the sea monster or give launchpad a cameo. He’s been missing for days at this point. 

So Scrooge and family, which naturally includes Webby and Beakly even if I don’t like classic bleakly she’s still family, head out with the second half of his fortune which makes next to no sense when he has days left in the concept and you know, half is missing, but whatever. Naturally the obvious happens and we meet the famous Sea Monster.. which actually looks neat.. it’s drawn like your standard cartoony killer whale but has bits of indents much like a sub would to show it’s not entirely a beast. It’s a nice bit of design work. The whale eats the cash and Donald and Scrooge but the navy pick up the boys, webby and beakly.  Donald let’s things slip on the sub, while back at the carrier the good Admiral explains the rest and my other issues with the plot aside this scene is a good bit of exploition as it explains some obvious questions away cleverly, something this plot could’ve used more of frankly but it’s refreshing to get at least a little: The reason they don’t just attack the sub en masse, besides it being you know incredibly valuable is that it’s made to be torpedo resistant, it’s sonar resitant so they can’t track it easily, and it’s faster than any ship. After all it was made to be a super weapon, so naturally the carriers standard barrage of navy vehicles can’t match it. However again to the episodes credit the tracker is actually vitally important, as it allows them to see the ship and where it is, so they can attack.. though right now their holding off on it since a crewman and a civilian are on board but if it comes down to it they’ll have no choice. I also gotta admit..t his concept is pretty cool. Kind of ridiculous? Sure but a super sub shaped like a whale that can still bite like one and outrun and outlast any other sea vehicle? It’s undoubtly awesome and a point in this episodes favor.  But now we get to most gloriously insane and convoluted part of the episode.. yes NOW we do. Donald and Scrooge naturally sneak around the ship, and find Dr. Bluebottle at his controls, talking to Flintheart on a video monitor. Turns out, to no one’s surprised, Flintheart subcontracted out his plans to Bluebottle and in exchange for keeping the money under the ocean till the contest, Glomgold is going to make sure he gets the Nobel Prize, and covers on all the magazines.  Okay at first I genuinely thought this plan made no sense.. until I realized it does, but ONLY for Glomgold. Bluebottle comes off as the smartest moron that’s ever lived for agreeing to any of this. But I have to give Glommy this the plan works out great for him: He convinces an already Rogue scientist to steal scrooge’s money, which prevents Scrooge from finding out what’s going on as he, correctly, guessed the government would cover this up because of course they did. He then correctly figured either the government would work with scrooge to trap bluebottle or they’d just use scrooge as bait anyway without a formal agreement, thus netting him scrooge’s entire fortune. He knows bluebottle won’t take it up because he gave bluebottle a bribe specifically for him and the only thing he wants, and even if he does take the money, Glomgold has more and Bluebottle could still remotely blow up the sub or something. And if he can’t the Navy would have to hold the sub, and money included , as evidence for the trial. And even if Bluebottle DOES rat him out, Glomgold could easily bury the evidence. The only way glomgold gets caught is if Bluebottle recorded their video chats or if scrooge saw them talking.. which he did, but given the two are direct competitors his testimony is dubious at best as is donald’s. So basically Flintheart almost certainly wins no matter what, and Bluebottle takes the fall no matter what. It does make Bluebottle comeff as a massive moron for not thinking of this, but props to glomgold.  Also yeah.. it’s clear to me at this point that if he hasn’t said it somewhere Frank clearly did the same thing he did with Gyro here with Flintheart: Take one accidental trait from the original (Glomgold’s penchant for overly complicated schemes and Gyro’s tendency to make robots that go rogue.) and make it a part of their personality instead of just a coincidence and turn it up to 11 for hilarity.. which worked in both cases. I genuinely thought this Flintheart was saner but no he’s just less interesting.  So Bluebottle gets an intruder alert.. and turns around to find Scrooge and Donald. Who rather than just whap the guy on the head while his back is turned, just stood there to confront him directly. 

Look this review is running long and is behind, I don’t have more time to marvel over how plot conveniently stupid they are being right now. A fight ensues with blue bottles inventions till Donald threatens to pull a big lever. I’ts thankfully not the self destruct lever like Donald thinks or Bluebottle’s equivlent of the blow up the engine button because he’s clearly just that smart, but a lever to dump all the gold.. which isn’t a terrible idea for once as if the ship gets stalled it can float up, as we’ll naturally see as there was no way they weren’t going to pull this chekov’s lever at some point. Scrooge stops him, Bluebottle uses gadgets to tie both up and finds out about the bug , as that’s why the miltary have been able to attack him which happened but I didn’t get to becuse of all the stupid. Bluebottle snuffs it out and then fully assaults the aircraft carrier, and things look grim. But Scrooge and Donald aren’t put down that easily and escape and scrooge pulls a donald and just starts breaking shit and breaks the sub.  Now with the sub plumiting, and Bluebottle bragging that only he can fix it as the sub will just keep sinking into the ocean’s depths.. and that only it’s design has kept compression from crushing them to death. But Scrooge has another solution and a suprisingly, and badassingly self sacrifical one: He dumps the money into the marinara trench, nice pun, and thus the whale floats up, Bluebottle is arrested, and Glomgold... still wins for now as Scrooge still has to get his fortune out, but Scrooge figures Gyro can help with that. We get an everybody laughs ending and we’re out. 

Final Thoughts: This one is a mess. While it has a great moment here or there, Donald and Tony as him are fantastic as they are now, and of course A Sea Monster Ate My Ice Cream! is an utterly classic scene and an utter joy to watch. The attached episode is just a mess structurally, if still a fun watch. Yes despite my bitching about it the sheer slapped together nature of it means it’s fun to pick apart and make fun of, so it’s not unwatchable. I’ve seen worse episodes of this very show, and worse episodes of tv. But as an old friend would say.

Not a terrible sit, but it easily could’ve been better. I’m also getting tired of scrooge being enitrely usless and just throwing up his hands at times. Stop that he’s better than that. With this one THANKFULLY AND FINALLY out of the way, next up is Aqua Ducks....... 

Oh god. Well if you want to see the next one follow me. If there’s an episode of any animated show you’d like to see me cover classic ducktales, modern ducktales, disney in general, etc, etc, just send me a PM and you can comission a review. 5 bucks for one episode, 15 for a movie and 5 bucks off one episode when you order three or more like say a multiparter like this. Until then say safe, check your house for Busey’s and hopefully we’ll meet again. 

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part 1: 4, 12, 15, 18, and 19

If you think I’m going to have common sense and not answer all of these in a single post, I have Bad News lmao

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? Smart, mostly. “Gifted”. This very much Did Not Last lmaoooo

12. name of your favorite playlist? I literally never make playlists I’m a stupid fuck who uses their spotify premium to skip freely through all my thousands of liked songs on shuffle until I find something I want to listen to lmaooooo (Having said that: Rey and I put together a playlist for some characters we were entering a contest to win last fall which I titled Story and Song after the TAZ arc and also because we wrote Way Too Much for it and I’m Very Proud Of That)

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? Okay upon reading this I initially genuinely couldn’t remember any of the books I read in school because for the last several years of my schooling I just fuckin Sparknotes and TV Tropes-ed everything lmao... having said that, I do remember enjoying Maus! It was neat having a graphic novel assigned amongst all the “literary classics” that I couldn’t sit through a sitting of without falling asleep, and it may be the furry in me but the depiction of the characters/people as animals was Good :0c See, if all history was depicted with methods like this, I’d maybe actually be able to remember it ghfdjhgjfkdl

18. ideal weather? Depends on the day, but generally: Between like 65-80°F, not humid, not a lot of wind, and either sunny, partly cloudy, or drizzly but not outright storming. Basically decent temperatures without feeling like I’m walking through soup because of the humidity and weather that’s not completely gray and boring. Aka what Maine basically never is lmaoooo

19. sleeping position? I change positions every five minutes I swear to god (don’t take that out of context gfhdjbhvjd). Usually with at least one arm draped over a pillow that is Definitely Not Being Mentally Portrayed As A Character I Like To Supplement The Fact That I Did Not Get Enough Affection To Be A Functional Adult As A Child ghfdjknbhgfjdk

21. obsession from childhood? bold of you to assume i don’t still obsess over nintendo games (and just video games in general tbh)

23. strange habits? OKAY I COULDN’T THINK OF ANYTHING FOR THIS AT FIRST BUT I HAVE ONE NOW: MIDNIGHT FRIES

28. five songs to describe you? Speeding - LightsDaydreaming - ParamoreMusic - Mystery SkullsNo Lullaby - SIAMÉSLonely Dance - Set If Off+Bonus because it came up on Spotify while I was shuffling for songs for this and it’s a Mood: Pineapples Do Not Belong on a Pizza - Vargskelethor

29. best way to bond with you? I don’t know I usually just scream about ocs or video games with people and suddenly it’s been a year??? @riskreyes how has it been a year since we started talking but also how has it only been a year??? Wild bvhfdjkbhvgfjdk

30. places that you find sacred? Lmao I’ve never had anywhere like that really. Need a goddamn lock on my door :p I guess... the woods by my house? As a little kid before things got shitty my neighbor’s cousin or niece or something would go out there wandering around catching frogs and stuff in the spring or almost falling into the frozen streams during winter. When things started to go to shit in my life as a teenager I would hide out there to get away and nobody would find me. I haven’t been recently but the last time I did my friend and I walked along the train tracks and dove off into the woods by the side to avoid the amtrak coming by, it was great lmao. Uhh, other than that... I dunno, Boston and New York and New London all make me feel good to visit. Probably mostly because during those trips I don’t feel trapped in a dying land like Maine feels like bgvhfdjkhvgfjd

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? ......my entire wardrobe is my work outfit, excessive graphic tees, and jeans. So uhh... I dunno. I guess my NWTB shirts are pretty rad, I’d kick a dude’s ass wearing Nate’s merch

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? if i have to see another ad for some fuckin branch of the us military while i’m just out here trying to watch people play video games i swear to god-

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? Oh boy I don’t know how weird these are but do you want a list??? I can give you a list hang on- In 4th grade we had a day of class where we all just had a party and ate chips and salsa and stuff because the pats won the super bowl and our teacher was Obsessed- In middle school my math class started working out of college textbooks, which is a bit much when you’re 11, advanced classes or no. Yet somehow none of the other students had any problems with this- Also in middle school, the school counselor really wasn’t very Good at his job so I usually just ended up playing Rock Band in his office instead of talking out any of my Many, Many Problems. I played the drums, for the record- Also in middle school, one time I straight up fell down a flight of stairs? Like, a full flight of stairs. Fuckin somersaulting down the stairs. The binder I was carrying broke open, papers went everywhere, my arm got cut open somewhere along the way and started bleeding. I get to the bottom, the other students are staring at me in horror, aforementioned counselor fuckin steps out of his office which is, of course, right at the bottom of the stairs, all concerned because what the fuck a kid just fell down the stairs, right? And so I, laying on the floor disoriented and laughing, declare, and I quote: “That was fun, let’s do it again!”- THE MOTHERFUCKING MAC AND CHEESE MUFFINS IN HIGH SCHOOL. Macaroni and cheese baked into the sweet batter of a muffin. I refused to touch the stuff but a friend of my did and it was bad enough he had to go to the trash can and fucking empty his stomach in it.- SAID FRIEND ALSO MANAGED TO GET A CARTON OF MILK THAT EXPIRED A MONTH BEFORE SCHOOL STARTED AT THE START OF ONE OF OUR YEARS IN HIGH SCHOOL and if I didn’t trust cafeteria food before that sealed the deal on me Never Trusting It Again- OH BUT SPEAKING OF CAFETERIA FOOD one time in the old school before the renovation, in like freshman year I think? I laughed so hard a piece of spicy chicken strip flew up my windpipe and got stuck in my nose and it was too big for me to snort out so I had to suck it back down and for the rest of the day all I could smell was burning- ON ANOTHER FOOD RELATED TOPIC down in the library I was on my iPad and 3DS because I had Long Since Given Up On School and some asshole dudes threw a rotting orange at me and it splattered all over the screens of both? So I picked up the remains and chucked it back at them and yelled “Do you wanna fucking NOT?” and they all ran off. The librarian heard me yell and saw me throw the orange back at them and she just didn’t give a fuck lmao- The librarians at my school were cool as shit really during one of our years we had to do x hours of volunteer work so I did some adjustments to the library catalogue for mine but the thing is I was fast enough at it that there really wasn’t enough to fill up my required hours so instead of giving me more to do they just sort of let me and my friends hang out playing Yu-Gi-Oh and called that good lmao. (For the record I only had one starter deck so I let my friend pick half of the cards and I would use the half she didn’t want. I managed to fuckin WRECK her with throwaways it was Iconicque)- OKAY ONE LAST LIBRARY STORY on the last day of finals I was hanging out in one of the smart tv rooms in the library right? My last finals weren’t for a few hours and lord knows I wasn’t gonna study, ADHD ass couldn’t do that and I’d already given up on school lmao. So I fucking... I brought my Wii U to school, hooked it up to the smart tv, and just started playing Splatoon there in the library. One of the librarians walked past to check on everyone, stopped at my room, watched me play for a minute (I noticed her and just sort of nodded and waved like ‘Sup’ so she Knew what was going on), and then just LEFT. Like, she didn’t give a fuck. Shoutout to the librarians, the Chillest- ALRIGHT LAST STORY LAST STORY I straight up never got all the credits I needed to graduate lmao. I was missing half a credit but they let me go anyway and to this day I cite the reason as being my high scores on the SAT/PSAT? I was the first student at the school in like, a decade, to have gotten an award from the National Merit Scholarship Corporation for my performance on them, and I guess they must have thought that me failing to graduate on time would look bad on them because, uh, yeah, it would, if people found out their teachers couldn’t handle a ~smart kid~ to the point that they did poorly enough to not even graduate with the rest of their class nobody would be willing to send their kids there lmao. And that’s the story of how I graduated when I wasn’t technically supposed to!!!

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? That’s a good fuckin question hey shit memory what was that thing that made us laugh so hard we couldn’t breathe again?...Don’t remember? Yeah I thought so lmaoI dunno, probably a joke in some let’s play? Or... god. Now that I think about it was probably the Slicer of T’pire Weir Isles moment actually. Holy shit, that was good.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? That I’ve ever tried? Jesus, I dunno, I have issues with texture more than flavor. I Refuse to eat my mother’s stuffing because it’s literally just soggy ass bread. In terms of pure flavor alone? Her shepherds pie. It’s just... there is no flavor. It’s like eating cardboard. I’m begging you, De, use seasoning. If I ever have to eat shepherds pie that just tastes like tin from canned peas and vague hints of unseasoned beef again I’m going to go on a murderous rampage.That said? F in the chat to Cameron for that mac and cheese muffin. Rest in pieces

73. favorite weird flavor combo? GVFHDJBVDN JUST GONNA MAKE ME SHARE THE DILL PICKLE/CHOCOLATE PUDDING PACK COMBO FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE HUH

93. nicknames? Gar, Garn, Lane, Bill, Master, Pants, Shortpants. The first three are self-explanatory, first two are shortenings of my name and then my masc/surname. The latter four come from usernames of mine - Bill from Bill Ciforce (If you stack a Bill Cipher on top of two other Bill Ciphers, you get the Ciforce), Master, Pants, and Shortpants from MasterShortpants in reference to one of Link’s nicknames in Skyward Sword

95. favorite app on your phone? Does the internet app count? No? Lmao. Spotify I guess :p Need me some Tunes

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A Premonition of Love-Chapter 10

Hi Babes! That week long hiatus did me good, I hope the wait was ok for you, lol. Here is the real chapter 10. It’s a special day, and in a moment I’ll share my SOTT memory as @emulateharry tagged me to! thank you so much for the beta, Char! Thank you @bleedinglove4h and @dirtystyles for everything, for a year!

Thank you to everyone still with us, we are nearing the end of our little happy story! Mwah- Enjoy!

Chapter 10-Isshokenmai

“God dammit!" Ada cursed under her breath and hoped Harry didn't hear it.

It's not exactly that the words would indicate he had won. He knew that she had been stressed, all caps, since they came back from Kyushu. He wanted to help her alleviate that stress in his very Harry ways. Solicitous and thoughtful, full of intent, his ways always were. Like he'd relieved her again and again while they were filming on the island location. But that was a different kind of pressure.

She may have been lightly stressed at the Onsen, but production went well, and Harry had her feeling very relaxed. Repeatedly. He'd been trying to recapture her languid openness since they got back to Tokyo.

It had been fleeting, situational and geographical.

She'd made it back to Tokyo and immediately started having trouble with her lighting union.  Then there was a flu going through the catering peeps which was a nightmare. Ada delegated, but as the boss at the top, all of it wound up on her plate a some point, or at least the back of her mind.

It was all slowing them down, and now more that ever she felt like they could have a nouveau classic on their hands. However, the Elvis scene seemed intrinsic to that distinction. Ada had a rewrite to include it all ready to film. But they had to make up the time they'd lost to when Harry was more Babe Ruth than Ted Williams; some great takes, but lots of strikeouts to get to them. Now he was giving her frequent doubles and triples, occasional grand slams, on and off set. It was not enough though, they were still behind. The sickness and the Union issues where making her pissy.

Currently, Harry was in his scene, and he was doing well. He'd loaded the bases for sure, but she needed a triple so they could move on.  When he was pressured he got anxious and she was too anxious to give him the feedback and patience he needed. She was a shitty base coach right now.

The first several scenes had homes smoothly, bits of dialogue laid flat and well. They'd been having trouble for the last hour though.

"Ada, Ms. Scott." Well, Harry hadn't called her that, in public, before. "Can we step off set and chat? I'm having trouble here." He gestured by the trailers and she sighed and got up, followed him to the more secluded area.

"What's up Harry? You're doing fine. Let's get it done." She was impatient and had one foot pointed toward where he stood politely, and one back to the scene they were working on.

"I know I'm doing fine." He gave her a look. "You aren't. You're vibrating, and not like last night from the lelo." She didn't laugh at his vibrator call back. "What's up Ada?" He put his hand on her shoulder, the only comforting touch she would accept, though maybe a step too far, on set.

"Nothing. I'm fine!" She asserted. He was quiet. She sighed. "I'm fine, really, it's alright. We just have so much to finish. And well, I'm sick of bitching about it. The only way out is through. So let's go get it done." She started to go and he caught her hand. "C'mon Harry." She shook him off. He was so sweet, that face, but not discreet. And they needed to be working.

"Smokes!" He dropped her hand and put both of his up. "Sorry! Ada, you're putting everybody on edge. You gotta calm down. Let's take a break. A couple hours. You can go for a run, or eat or....." he grinned at her. That would calm her ass right down.

"Styles?" She had one brow up and if she wasn't so beautiful the look could be called a snarl. "There is absolutely no way we have time for a two hour break. Half the kitchen is sick, which means my crew and cast are next and the union....." she kept talking, her tension about to boil over.

She could feel herself getting emotional. She wasn't a crier, not for sadness usually, but she did when she was really mad or frustrated. Hated when anybody saw, which of course made her more frustrated, and the tears would come out like diamonds from tectonic movements, slowly with great pressure. They had to get this scene and get it right now! She was just about to lash out when she watched Harry's head swivel around like a squirrel on the defense and then his mouth was on her.

God! He tasted...he tasted like mint, because he jawed at gum like he channeled all the insecurity he bottled up into his Wrigley strips. There was a piece of it in his mouth when he opened for her and she slipped her tongue to retrieve it. She forgot herself and her day and her place. He made her feel like that. Made her forget her early mornings, forget she would pay for late nights, was paying for late nights, forget that they were on a tight schedule and under a microscope from the studio. This whole thing was a gamble and she would gladly bet the house on his pony anytime he put some part of him on her, especially if that part was his mouth. He had her in his arms, and she nestled in for just a moment and burrowed her face into his neck and took a giant sniff to fill her nostrils with the smell that had come to linger in her bathroom.

She heard a noise and startled away from her boyfriend. Holy hell? Was Harry her boyfriend? Secret boyfriend? She looked up at him, and his brow was earnest and she almost smoothed it with her thumb before she heard a PA coming for them.  Ada jumped back.

"We can't take a break, Harry." She nodded, assured herself that she was right. She was always right. He bit his lip and gave her something like agreement.

"Tonight - we need to get you relaxed though." He said and smiled at the runner as she walked by. The girl tittered and Ada had to smile. She had no idea. Ada was tittering inside, she just had a hard boiled public face.

"I don't know how to relax. Not until we are done. I want this to be so good, and I've become convinced it's the Elvis scene, you singing, that will single it out. We just..."

"So we do the scene. We will get there Ada, I promise."

"You can't promise that, Crybaby."

"Crybaby?" She saw he didn't know that movie, they'd have to change that. "I can promise that, I will give my best, which you know is very good." He smirked. "And then we will find the time, it's one scene."

"Um, no, we have to have a transition, not a hard cut; a flow into the scene. It kinda makes a whole new ending to the movie, but I think it could be the difference between this being another remake or rom com and being a beautiful homage.  While being a piece that stands on its own, But the producers - I'm not sure who they think they are risking it all on, you or me - but they aren't budging. I don't think they are willing unless it's basically no consequence to them. Though Jocelyn had heart eyes on the Skype call - mmphf."

He pushed his mouth against her again. And she fell into it, again. This time, rather than flavor, all she could feel was the sensation of her lips yielding to his.  When she was about to submit enough to count the surfaces of his tongue, she pulled out of the kiss. Their lips smacked wryly when she broke the suction.

"Are you going to make this a habit, the kissing to shut me up thing?"

She wasn't sure how she felt about it. Well, she loved kissing him, but him kissing her on set?

"Well, you get going and your anxiety just ratchets up. But when I kiss you," he gently ran a finger over her shoulder. "It stops the nerves and these come down." Then he quickly chucked her chin and sighed. "If it's just another movie, we will get praise for that, just not awards. And the feedback from the internet and 'them' will be scathing, but short lived. It will be alright. If we get the scene, amazing. Ada, we can make a good movie, maybe a great one, but only if you chill."

She watched him do that stare thing he did when he was connecting. It worked a charm. He might be a far. Did the Japanese have a version of that? The charm worked on her now, maybe not a month ago, but she took a big inhale and felt her tension leaking out. Not all of it, there was a definite set to her shoulder that she knew was going to stay until they wrapped, probably even through press if she couldn't realize her vision. But, he made it better

Harry felt a little out of his depth. Ada was both the cause of his recent bouts of anxiety and the cure. He assumed she could say something similar about him. Though maybe frustration over anxiety in her case. Whatever was making her wind up like a toy, unable to whirl joyously, was only adjacent to him. He was involved, but he was doing well, and they had made great progress. She was fixated on her new creative vision. Couldn't see the forest for newly developed trees. He could relate - he'd been there.

One day, Jeff Bhasker had to pull him out of the studio. He'd been plowing away at a fun song. Harry had been sure that the album needed a light moment, he was still convinced of that, years after the fact. Trouble was, Harry hadn't had much fun. He was creatively fulfillled and doing what he loved, but he hadn't performed, he hadn't gone out, he hadn't been to a show, and he hadn't fucked in a really long time.

He'd been creating, but not doing anything worth writing about.

Jeff had driven him to a liquor store, grabbed tequila and taken him to a beach. They'd drank and wound up swimming like dolphins. Then the next night Jeff, the original, had sent him on a date with a friend of Cam's Harry had fancied the picture of.

It was fun, and young, light. And it helped him. He wrote something that he loved that captured the possibility and a personality. He didn't see the girl again, but he was thankful, to her and good friends and inspiration. Ada needed that.

He watched her the rest of the day. She called cut a ton, and he watched her drink matcha like it was her job. By 3:30 she ordered herself a coffee.

Uh oh.

He had to give her a new focal point long enough for her main one to come into focus. But, really, much as he'd watched her, and apart from knowing how to take her apart in the bedroom, they were new. He might not know her well enough, yet. What would help her, best and fast.

He thought about Ada, went to his trailer and thought about her like a friend - not someone he was trying to woo. What would make her smile, despite her anxiety, despite herself? He thought about little things she'd mentioned, phone calls he accidentally eavesdropped, her music, and stuff on her walls from when they'd continued sharing personal pictures beyond embarrassing adolescent snapshots.

Ah! He knew, she'd made mention of her tactics a couple times, her relaxation ones. Then, if the platonic ones worked, he'd introduce his own technique.

Well, he'd implied those earlier, so they were guaranteed.  They were tested and approved.

He checked with Jeff, got a vote of confidence, and headed back to the hotel room. They'd consolidated when they came back from Kyushu. They were only using one. His was slightly bigger, he'd l silently been smug. Harry had raised an eyebrow and her pupils touched the crown of her head in response. Her eye rolls were impressive.

He laughed. She laughed at him. He loved her throaty laugh. Her throaty voice. He was pretty sure he loved her. He'd certainly fallen, right into their possibilities. Maybe more.

Harry liked to spoil people. It drove his mom crazy when he did it with money. But she loved gestures, he'd gotten really good at gestures.

Time for a grand slam.

He felt completely ready by the time he expected her. Was bored and chilly an hour later, asleep when he heard the door go at 8:30.

He shook out of his sleep. Was glad he had that ability to sleep and wake on command. It served him as well on tour and filming Dunkirk as right now.

He swished his way over to the door, with the wine that was now very aerated and the room service menu. He had the kitchen on standby with her favorites cued.  She just had to pick and he'd send the message, voila.

"Buenas tardes, Señorita!" Harry said brightly and checked his face in a reflective surface. His painted on mustache was still curled and unsmudged. "Welcome to Casa Surreal!"

"Are those my panties?" Ada interrupted his little speech.

"Well, right now they are mine. But I'm only borrowing them. I'll be sure to launder them before I give them back. Now come on Señorita, come in. We have and evening of entertainment before us!"

"Why are you speaking rudimentary Spanish?" She was smiling at his absurdity at least, he liked that. She reached forward and slipped her fingers beneath the suspenders he'd connected to the brightest thong of hers he could find.

Oh, he liked that.

"What's with the suspenders?" Ada snapped one and it hit his nipple and he was afraid they were gonna skip all his preparations and go straight to the main course or dessert. He was certainly feeling appetized.

"I thought they made the outfit!" He stepped back to show her his pink panties and black suspenders and the Calvin he thought of as his cowboy boots. "Don't you like them?" He liked the way her eyes climbed over him like he was a robust tree.

"Oh, I like them!" She raised an attractive brow after she glanced at his crotch in her inadequate lacy thong. "We both seem to like them! That what the get up is for?"

"No. Though I'm glad we both LIKE my outfit! Let's look at yours." he steered her along to the ensemble he had in the bedroom.

Half an hour later, he'd filled in her eyebrows and sat her at an easel and turned on the tv. Her wine was at her elbow. His was in his hand.

"Here's to creativity!" He saluted and she adjusted her flower crown and gave him a winged smile. He could see the Atlian weight had fallen off her scapula for a time.

"We're painting?" She had been trying to guess his plans for a while.

"Why yes Ms. Kahlo, we are painting!"

"I don't know how to paint. I wish I did. It was like a dream of mine at one point, actually. I feel like you've exposed one of my inadequacies here." He notes her fake laugh. "I started exploring other creative fields when I failed at painting. Those who can't, direct." He could tell she was talking in a happy voice but saying something sad. That was one of his favorite writing tricks. Heartbreak, but make it a bop.

Harry stopped setting up the Netflix to check her face. There were kernels of doubt he'd have to heat up so they popped and he could devour her insecurities with truth later. But not right now. She was still smiling. She was still with him, buying into his lost weekend mentality. Even if they only had a couple hours. He was going to provide a great distraction, and relax her very tightly wound self, so they could get the scene she wanted. He wanted.

They wanted.

"Well, luckily," he dimpled gleefully, then crossed his eyes to make her laugh, it came from so deep in her neck it warmed his belly. Her laugh he'd always call up, no matter their outcome and into their possible forever. "I've got us a teacher."

He hit play on the episode he liked best.

"Oh my god!" We're those tears in her voice? Shit, big misstep. But she didn't looked anguished. "How did you know?"

"Know what?" Harry asked as he swished his way to the table top easel and sat as close as possible to her, in case these weren't tears of joy, while giving room for painting. He was wondering if he could paint her. Probably not. The show taught mountains and woods he thought.

"That I love Bob Ross! That's what I watch when I need to decompress!" She looked like she had found a treasure; he knew he had.

"Didn't." He shook his head. "I just, well, I thought you could laugh at me and we could do that painting and wine thing my mum loves together, but we can't go out, not really, not like, discreetly. So I figured I would make it fun here, and get really comfortable!" He raised his eyebrows to amuse her. Her painted unibrow danced while she chuckled. "And there is no one to teach us. But Jeffrey, a high strung individual if I've ever seen one, introduced me to Bob Ross. I turned up at his house and he was coming off a bad day watching this in his boxers. I took all the piss out of him. But, like, he was right, it's soothing. Thought he could teach us and chill us out."

"Yes, great plan." She kinda flounced. Ada didn't flounce. God he was charmed.

"I also have some edibles, but that was absolutely a last hope, because I'm fairly certain we will go to sleep much earlier than I'd like."

"Oh, yeah, no, no edibles for me, for us." She snapped his suspenders. "I wanna paint and then put these to use!" She made big eyes at him.

"Yeah, like what kind of use?" He leaned in to steal a kiss.

"Nope, not happening Styles." She shook her head and took up a paint brush. "I have some learning to do." She brushed black paint between his brows. A brow to match hers.

Harry felt his heart speed up and he got his brush ready. Caught her chin in his hand. A moment later he sighed,  "Stop smiling! I can't paint your face like that!" He flashed his arms up.

Bob talked in the background, made happy little trees and happier accidents. But Harry and Ada's paint wound up more on each other. Ada complained she didn't learn anything new. Harry told her that was definitely not true from his trussed up position on a chair.

And by the end of the night, Harry's suspenders wound up around Ada's wrists too, bound at her low back with her bent over the couch end.

They both had inch and a half wide marks on their asses by morning too. Suspenders were inspiring.

It would have made Ada's director's chair much more uncomfortable, if she wasn't so damn relaxed!

[angiememes]

Yo so i just wanted to rant about Black Clover bc ive been doin that a lot to the poor bystanders in my life

So like, I'll be talkin about the manga, bc the anime is just.... . a whole nother issue. like, some of it is good, a tiny bit is great, and a whole bunch just feels like they're spitting on the fandom (but like i said, im not talkin about that)

So, Black Clover starts off with this really rambunctious (kind of annoying) protagonist that wants to become magic king but has no magic in a world where literally everyone does. For somebody who knows Naruto and loves My Hero Academia, this literally feels like somebody grabbed a handful of shounen and chucked it at a publisher.

But, once we get to the 'All Might' moment, it starts to give some of the Black Clover flavor. Our dear Asta gets his 'magic' in the form of a giant sword as the narrator offhandedly says it's from/contains a demon.

As we find out what happens with most foreshadowing in this series: this isn't addressed for about a hundred chapters

What's funny is, this is actually something that I find charming about the series, because while it's terrible for drawing in readers, it fits the personality of the main character perfectly.

Why did Asta randomly get a soot black grimoire that appeared out of thin air? Who cares! He can hit stuff with it. Time to fight.

However, like I said, it took a hundred chapters to address any real twists, so that of course wasn't what drew me in to the series.

The 'commoners are bad at magic' part of the setting was a bit interesting, along with its associated heavy classism in most interactions between characters, but this only helped lead to what got to me: the found family.

Once Asta joined the Black Bulls (spoilers, but uh, it happens in like, ch 3, so…) the introductions went along feeling, again, like a manga trope grab bag. Every character was a whole trope, and it looked like things were headed for the literary worst – and then our oujousama shows up, and with her tragic backstory, we see that this is a family of tropes just waiting to bloom into actual characters.

The Black Bulls is a collection of people whose backstories all start with 'I thought I was going to end up alone, but then…' and they all love and support each other (eventually). (Protag's gotta help somehow.) The evolution from lazy tropes to proud older brothers and sisters for the main protagonist is a beautiful one.

On to the next note: There is no Mishima. There is no Muten Roshi. There is no Happosai. The fanservice is minimal and the female characters are actual characters. Sure a good chunk of them have crushes on male characters, but they also have good relationships with other males, and even their romantic rivals. Heck, the females even follow the shounen escalation curve. I'll say it again because I'm angrily realizing this isn't a normal shounen thing: they're actual characters.

okay I think I said everything I wanted to, so to sum it all up: I haven't watched enough Fairy Tale to understand why I like Black Clover so much better

no um

If you like character-driven manga that's chock full of battles won by determination and friendship that sometimes forgets how long its been since they foreshadowed something, go read black clover (or if u don't read manga, watch it, and read my next essay: an analysis on how the anime misunderstood finral's character entirely)

[rainy-knight]

Now Who's Darkness.

Characters: Ven / Vanitas / Aqua / Terra

Rated: E

Ventus popped one eye open, looking around the room just in case. He listened, quiet consuming the halls of their castle.

Perfect.

Sliding out of bed Ventus easily hit the floor without a sound, his bare feet hiting the cold surface. He quickly slid to the door, creaking it open just in case there was any wanderers. Taking a glance he smiled, coast was clear.

Dodge rolling out the door he scanned his surroundings, then made haste to the stairs. Ventus couldn't risk a squeaky step giving out his location so he sat on the railing, sliding down. The time of being a keyblade weilder had honed him for this, hoping off he flipped in the air landing once more without sound.

Ven gave himself a pat on the back.

The boy had almost made it, victory was in his grasp. Swerving through halls he finally reached his location.

Ventus eyes were hit with the most beautiful sight before him. The giant tree in the middle was littered with colorful lights, a beacon of hope. And with that beacon of hope came salvation in the form of giant wrapped boxes.

It was enough to make him cry.

Tip toeing to the green boxes he was right on the munny. He spotted the tags, all having his name, some from Aqua and Terra. One was even from Santa. He could guess what Aqua and Terra got him but Santa was a wild card.

His hands were inches away from the box, oh so ready to unwrap all of its secrets.

???: "My my. Is little Venty opening his presents before he's suppose to?"

Ventus spun in a flash, eyes going wide from the intruder, out of everyone he could have imagined, Vanitas was last on his list.

He wasnt even ON the list.

Vanitas: "I thought only bad kids did such a thing. The only gift you deserve is coal!"

Ventus immediately summoned his keyblade, crouching into a fighting pose.

Ven: " Vanitas! I thought Sora, Aqua and I defeated you! We watched you fade!"

Vanitas: "Oh I did, I faded. But was freed from the chains of the one who separated us. I wasnt spilling lies Ventus. I AM your shadow! And no matter how much your light shines, you can never extinguish your own darkness!"

Ven: "So what, are we to forever clash!?"

Vanitas: "I yearn to be whole, but in order to do so, I must win." Vanitas summoned his keyblade, pointing it to Ventus. "But I know if we clash blades, I'll lose. I always lose."

Ventus: "What, you giving up already? Cause you know I'll win every battle!"

Much to the confusion of Ventus, Vanitas raised his keyblade to the ceiling.

Vanitas: "Yes, I'll lose every battle we have together. But I have learned another way, I'll expose your darkness and force you to surrender. The best part is I wont even have to fight you!!" Vanitas bashed his blade three times on the ceiling, his laugh sounding like grinding rocks together.

Ventus eyes widened, fear erupting his body when he heard shuffling from above.

Aqua: "Ven!? Is that you down there? Oh you promised you wouldn't peak."

The blood quickly drained from Ventus face as heavier footsteps joined the softer ones, signaling Terra was on the move. In seconds he would be caught with nowhere to run.

mousetrap.

Vanitas: "Happy Holidays brother! Hahaha!!" Before fading back into the portal he chucked a piece of coal at Ven, laughing all the way.

Ven picked up the Coal with dread in his eyes. He feared what this meant for the future. He flinched when he heard someone clear their throat. Glancing over to the exit he saw a dissapointed Aqua and a annoyed Terra.

Ven: "Uh...I can explain?"

* * *

Ventus alarm clock blared waking the boy from his slumber, his dream already half forgotton. The sun was barley over the mountians, the warm light reaching through the window basking the room in a soft glow. It didn't help that the blankets wrapped around him had settle for a cozy warmth, luring him back to dreamland.

His hand slapped the clock. Five more minutes couldn't hurt.

Vanitas: "What's this? My brother actually rebelling, ignoring to do his morning chores? And I'm suppose to be the heartless one."

Ventus flung out of his bed in panick, half from Vanitas suddenly spawning in his room and the other for being called out on ignoring his chores. In a sleepy haze he summoned his keyblade. Unfortunately he summoned it forward instead of backwards, the blade smacking the boy in the face. He tumbled out of bed like a sack of potatoes, tangling himself in the covers.

Vanitas laughter echoed through the room, leaving through the inky portal.

Ventus: "What a jerk."

The alarm went off once more.

* * *

Ventus scrubbed his body while the hot water rained down on him. At least he could find some sense of peace in the shower. Popping the shampoo bottle open he proceeded to ring his fingers through his hair with the scented gel. Not looking, he reached for a toothbrush, splashing some cinnamon flavored toothpaste onto the brush. He began brushing his teeth.

Vanitas head popped above the shower, his facemask had already fogged over

Vanitas: "Using masters toothbrush? Not even I would stoop so low! How pervers"

A high pitched scream tore through the castle.

* * *

Ventus looked both ways, the coast was clear. Quickly opening the fridge his eyes scanned for his target. Chicken? Leftovers? Veggies? Nope, so far no luck. But there it was! In the back!

Reaching for his prey his fingers gripped his target. Pulling it back he quickly popped open the bag.

Shredded cheese.

Not thinking twice and giving into the desire, Ventus grabbed a fistfull of the golden goodness and stuffed his cheeks. His taste buds were on cloud nine. Letting out a delighted moan he dug in for more.

Vanitas: "Say cheese!"

Ventus face whipped to the voice, only to be blinded by light.

Vanitas: "And sent!" He sent the photo to Terra and Aqua and the rest of chat. "At this rate you'll be begging for this to end. You'll surrender soon enough. Have fun brother bahahaha!" Before leaving through his portal Vanitas threw the phone on the counter. The phone already buzzing with incoming texts.

Ventus sat there, mouth full of cheese in the cold dark kitchen. Once more he had been exposed and bested. Once more his flaws were shown to the world. Vanitas once again had won.

But no more!

This was the last straw! This game Vanitas was playing had gone on for too long! It was time to fight fire with fire. Ideas on exposing Vanitas were already flooding in. Oh he was going to get it.

If he was looking for a dirty fight of shaming then gosh darn it he was going to get one!

Right after he finished stuffing his face of course.

[minhastraducoes]

This is a collection of yuri stories about a original character based on La Pucelle from Mahou Shoujo Ikusei Keikaku but with differences to make her own, having affair with woman on different jobs, this cases imaginary seiyuus.

The pics are just for guides

``Ara, I had been a famous seiyuu, the Rie Kanata knowing for her seductress tone should give me a better romance history, but this was far of true, my married was unhappy because, honestly, a husband is a dumb life partner turning the divorce a relief’’

‘’In my young age, be close and flirt with other woman was common but didn`t takes seriously, now I’m mature lady and regret don`t go further with them, especially beauty as Nana Mikizu, fua, my drools only for imagining it``

``But is seen complicated because the girls act flirty until suggest it has a bigger meaning, for my lucky, certain day had discovery a beauty, a magical warrior, with parts of beautiful dragon, perfect as this stories when they had a human form``

``Hi, I’m the Knight La Pucelle, something to assist you?’’—long blue hair with a dark bodysuit with a gold color tail

``She found me while I observe a battle with a monster, don`t care about that part since her figure so noble take me interested on her, start with an invitation and she accept``

``Oh, what fortunate meet a woman of your level``- the knight kiss Rie hands.

``Ah, I want her but is necessary been patient, after had multiples encounter around 3 months, knowing she is a warrior fighting creatures avoiding them arrived to this place, we talk a lot:

``Where you live, my dear? Don`t tell you`re a Roshin``

``I had been fighting for a long time with pays, so my house is pretty``- shows a small house, seen comfortable for having a garden.

``Oh sweet, but isn`t lonely?’’

``We been seen each other a lot, is impossible with your beauty``

``Ara, been compliment by a knight makes me happy``

``Same for me, for spending with a woman as you``-

Both stared for each other for a long, without noticing their bodies get closer``

``Our mutual understanding increased, together with my confidence grown up to ask: ``

``Miss Pucelle, I want us enjoy our bodies``- the seiyuu touching her own chest.

``We pleasure…``- take one of the lady hand.

``We both go to my room, only using this white dress is enough for turning on her with my shoulders, hugging to our breast feels each other I request``

``Can we eat our mouths?’

``Absolutely, hehe, talking as a woman who perform sexies ladies…cherk…CHEER…``

``SAWAWA…CHUURK…CHUURK…a woman mouth is soft …CHUURK…. and warms…``

``Nghh..Rie, you`re excited…CHEER….CHEEER…``- hugs her slightly, with their chest pressing

``Truly…, sawawa…, CHUURK…CHURK…Biting is funny…CHUUR…``

``Eak…Riee…CHUURK…``

``We are on each other arms, pressing strongly, she had defined muscle, my arms are slender but my confident is on my legs for  this first time with a woman, aah, how I can have missed so much``

``CHUURK…give me that make me feel pretty…. ``- Rie whisper on the knight ear.

``I sure you already are…``- caressed her check.

``Ah! Is excited me but leave me change for less clothes``

``Pucelle, please enters. ``

``As you desire… gorgeous! ``

``With a slight transparent bruised that exposed my obscure brads, my legs show my hips that I`m proud owner, my lover climbs to my bed, first kissing my leg```

``Nghh…my dear I will prefer you been quick…AH…``

``Chuck…chuurk…is so many gorgeous skins to choice…``

``Her eyes of snakes cause me a sense of been a pray, I voiced plenty of dominant woman but for our first time my choice is been sub, shiver run to my body with her nails between my crotch while the other hand caressing my butts``

``Ah…AAH…a woman nails are gentle…AAAH…pocking…``

``Rie,i`m glad you enjoy…CHIER…``

``CHUURK…CHURKU…HAAA…Pucelle…aah…slips more…AAH…. ``

``Riee…churck…Churku…be with a gorgeous seiyuus…. CHUUURK…is divined``

``Ara…maybe next time we roles plays…CHUUR…``

``My butts pulse when she sneaks to my center, it didn`t expect feel so nice that my crotch gets drenched still with underwear```

``Aaah…. Pucelle move your tail between my legs…``

``Mmh…haaa…. this is…HAAA…``

``Ora…finally been vulnerable…. Mhs…the loose of your tail is…AAH…``

``MMH…RIE…RIEE…AAAH…``

``ARA…your vulnerability is cute…``

``Riee…haah…gorgeous…``

``I spread my legs and taking the top of her muscle of scale to caressed my crotch, my desire to feel her inside me, it won`t hold back…``

``Pucelle…enter in this divorce lady…``

``This make your body hotter…EAK…``

``AAAH…. NGHHH…SWIN MORE…``

``RIE…RIEE.EAAK …RIE…``

``ARA…ARA…NGHH…MORE…MOORE…AAAH…. ``

``RIE…RIE…CHUURK…EAAK…``

``Ah, this is blessed, my body shakes while I flavored this woman dragon, we went for an entire hour, never went so far with someone and now I won`t stop``

``PUCELLEEE…. AAAH…AAAH…I CUMMING```

``RIE…THIS IS TURNING ON ME…EAAAK…. ``

``We both panting. with my hands on her face to whispers``

``Let`s do every day…. ``

``Our entertainment continues, so an hour later wearing and old outfit of already forgotten series, but after seen me in the mirror my confident diminished, so when presenting myself in front her my shyness reveal``

``Mmh, is seen become older with the silver hair``

``Ah, don`t mind about me, as long you`re comfortable``

``Aah, Pucelle, you accepting so much…``

``Extending my arms inviting to kiss, is not an erotic outfit but is elegant for me, and our face approaching cause me a heartbeat``

``CHURCH…CHURCH…a more quite kiss``

``CHUS…CHUUS…Mmh, this is how my mood is now``

``Very elegant. CHUUR…``

``Aaah, she`s flipping my hair around my ears, a shiver came from all my body so I grab her face pulls to me, is hot``

```CHUUR…CHUUR…Rie…softy``

``Aah Pucelle…we don`t need this…``- remove the wig in a slam- ``My dear, give me your tail``

``Ah, on this outfit?’’

``Mmh, I`m not using underwear…AAH…AAAH…Phew``

``RIE..EAK.…DOING STANDING…AAAH…``

``CHUUS…CHUUS… you can hold me with this arms…CHUUS…. AAAH…``

``Ngh…RIE…RIEEE…CHUURCH…I ruining your cosplay…. EAAK``

``PUCELLE.HA…IS FINE IF IS YOU…HAAA…CHUUCH``

``Raised a bit OF my dress and we`re connect again, we`re drenched, is fine because proof that she hot me``

``We still sleep in our homes during this time, but in a Sunday she was invited to a breakfast with me, wearing this old maid dress``

``My dear, how about tea…``

``From you I will accept even poison…``- takes happily.

``Certainty this will be your taste…``- kneels in her front.

``UM…my tail…NGHH…``

``Slurp…slurp…don`t stop drinking…SLUURP…``

``AAH…this is complicated…Nghh…``

``Ah, should had licked her tail sooner, is cute and in my mouth it tastes sweaty and my tongue can stay under her scales, her moan are adorable``

``AAH…RIEE…RIEE…NGHH…adorable! ``

``SLUURP…SLUURP…I dressed a lot clothes and you enjoy all of them…CHUUR…``

``From you almost everything is erotic…``

``Ara, knowing this I just removed some piece of clothes…``- take off the hat showing the ears, pose with a toy gun. - ``Hope , my dear understand my suggestion``

`` Maid with guns was a common fetish time ago but is forgotten now, with her still want to experience this characterization, and we do it standing``

``Ah, my tail had to effor more…EAK…``

``ARA…grabs my hips, my perfect fitness…AH…AAAH…``

``RIE…RIE…you`re so cute..AH…``

``AAH…adorable saying this of a old lady…AAH…``

``We didn`t kiss this time because this position hold my breats even with her the lewdess make comfortable``

``AAAH…MY KNIGHT…KEEP PUSHING…AAAH…``

``SURELY…a docil Rie is fluffy…AAH…``

``Ooh…IF YOU WANT…GIVE ME PERMITION FOR SOMETHING IN THE MORNING…AAAH…``

``SURE…EAAK…Fluffy``

``Ooh, she shouldn`t say this, she sleep in a guest room but with the door unlocked, I wake up early to crimb to tge bed, catching her warm tail by surprised``

``Mh..OH…Rie is a succubus…EAAK…``

``Not exactly, and angel…YOUR TAIL IS ALREADY INSIDE ME…``- grins.

``Oh…I`m been dominated RIE…EAK…EAAK…AAAH…``

``ARA...ARA..ARAAA…swing like this….i feel I’m flying…``- her cosplay wings flips.`` AH…MY HIPS ARE WAVING…AAH…IN YOUR LENGH…``

``I SEE…IS HIPNOTIC…EAAAK….``

``YES…SHAKES…CUTE DRAGONS…AAAH…``

``AAH…I`M BEEN RIDING BY A GODDESS…AAH…EAAK…``

``OH…MORE…MOORE…DELICIOUS KNIGHT``

``I always want to tried a cowgirl position but only someone gorgeous as Pucelle, initially my hips swing close to my hands, my thighs should had excited her a lot since her crotch was red making all her scale the same color, her legs spreads while I grab her breast while she hold my butts, aaah, if feel like a couching``

``AAH…RIE..IS SWINGING ON ME…AAAH…``

``ARAA…I PULL YOU, SO PUSH ME…NGHH…AARAA. ``

``AH…RIE…YOUR BEAUTIFULD STOIC FACE…EAAK!.``

``AH…YOU LIKE THIS EXPRESSION? AAAAH…. `- lift her hips

``All your emotions are gorgeous…I think…EAAK! ``

``JUST THINK, UHM? AAAH…``-her waist raised and down repeatedly.

``EAK! RIE, YOU`RE DELICIOUS…``

``YOUR LENGTH TOO…AAH…IS SO FLEXIBLE…``-

``I stay riding her for long with spread legs with my waist pulsing, the breakfast was ignored but we eats in some way, after so a joyfully hours, it was her turn again``

``Oh, this silver outfit is charming…``

``It was for a younger me…``- inclined her body- ``This shorts stand up my butt, come enjoying me…``

``Aah, it makes me happy we enjoy our bodies as much…Mh…my tail cail cross the clothes``

`` AAARA…. CONVENIENT`’- smirk.

``I will grab this beautiful and long legs …EAAK…so smoth hips``

``OH…OOH…KIMOSHI…. MOSHI..AAAH…THE SOUNDS OF MY HEELS``

``RIE…IS GOOD…. THIS TAPPING IS EROTIC…CHUURK…``

``YOU``RE MY LOVER…. CHUURK…AAH…PUSH MORE…`NGHHH``

``KANATA…EAAK…. HAAA…``

``This stands position was better than previous one, maybe was my outfit that makes me seen more palatable, with her kindness if didn`t feel rought we all her moves``

``RIE…I LOSING STRENGH…NGHHH…``

``GRAB MY BREAST…YEES…FEEL WITH MORE GAS NOW? AAAH….``

``A BIT MORE BUT STILL…EAAAK…. ``

``AAH…This pants were successfully torn…hehe``

``My bad…CHuurk…``

``Is fine as long is with you``

``I cum so hard that my heels broke, for our first weekend together it was memorable, doing with a woman was so good but even anxious for next times, our works coincide and from a month we could only see each other on mobiles, after those days, is fair to rest this time``

[allfandomxreader]

I Love You, Still pt. 5

Pairings: Dean x Reader + (Kind of) Chuck Bass Words: 2,548 Part: 5/? Warnings: There’s literally one curse word. Summary: You visit the Winchester family for the first time since yours and Deans breakup back in high school.  A/N: This is by far the longest part so far and it’s kind of all over the place near the end. I have many ideas where I want this series to go and I’m excited for you guys to read the upcoming chapters!

Tags: @jensen-gal

MASTERLIST 

“Dean!” Mary wraps her son in a warm hug squeezing him gently before her eyes open and land on you, a gasp escapes her mouth and she quickly lets go of her eldest boy. Her eyes search all over you, trying to take you in, to read you, just as she did the first time she met you.

“Hi, Mrs. Winchester,” You offer a sheepish smile to the woman you thought you’d never see again.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’ve earned to call me Mary a long time ago,” Mary giggles and throws her arms around you as well, “We’ve missed you around here.” She sighs, a wave of relief washes over you as your arms wrap around her, you couldn’t help but smile at her words. “Come in, come in!” Mary leads you into the home you’ve almost forgotten. The floral wallpaper has been stripped from the walls, a new shade of cream has taken its place. The carpet has been replaced with dark hardwood to make it look more open and the furnishings have been changed to look more modern.

“I love what you’ve done to the place,” You marvel at your new surroundings.

“Thanks! John couldn’t quite level out the flooring, he was not happy when I finally just made him hire a carpenter. As you know, cars are more his thing.” You both laugh together as you make your way into the kitchen, as Dean makes his way towards the back door and slips outside without another word. A young blonde stands over the counter peeling potatoes as you enter the large space.

“Oh my, you’re Y/N Y/L/N!” She exclaims dropping the peeler into the large bowl full of potato skins, “I’m a huge fan of your work, it’s an honor to meet you!” She rushes forward, her arm extends for you to take.

“The pleasure is all mine!” You shake her hand, smiles not leaving either of your faces.

“Mary was the one who actually got me into your books, the way you articulate is just,” Her eyes roll to the ceiling searching for words, “Exquisite. I can’t comprehend how you were able to capture such sorrow in your books, each one of them has moved me to tears. Repeatedly.” She gushes.

“Jess is right, your books are incredible, I own them all, Jess liked them so much I bought her all of them for Christmas last year.” You blush at Mary’s compliments, “We’re pretty big fans if you can’t tell.” The three of you laugh while Dean, Sam, and John fill the entryway.

“Well, well, well look who we have here,” John grins as he opens his arms making his way towards you, “It’s about time you came back around!” You fall into John’s embrace with a laugh.

“It’s so good to be here,” You wrap your arms around John for a quick hug, “I do apologize for coming unannounced though.” You say as you pull away.

“Nonsense, you’re always welcome here.” Mary waves her hand, dismissing your apology.

“It’s nice to see you again,” Sam smiles giving your shoulder a quick pat before making his way to Jess to kiss her temple.

“Anyone know what time Cas is getting here?” Mary asks looking between her sons, “Oh, I bet you’re meeting Cas for the first time! He’s Dean’s partner, you’ll love him -he’s a literal angel, by far one of the nicest people I’ve ever met.” She explains while everyone nods in agreement, “The boys and Cas are really close friends, I refer to them as the Holy Trinity.” Mary’s laugh fills the room at her joke and soon after, everyone couldn’t help but chime in.

“The game is gonna be on in fifteen minutes boys, we better get in there,” John announces, he pulls open the refrigerator grabbing three beers. The Winchester sons reach out to grab their drinks only to have John yank his arms out of their reach. “Get your own,” He scowls earning a chuckle from Jess and yourself. Sam and Dean roll their eyes at their father and follow him into the living room to get ready for the game.

Jess saunters back to her peeling station and Mary pulls out bowls and spices from the cabinets around her kitchen. “What can I do, Mary?” You ask, wiping your hair into a pony, ready to work. Mary leans against her counter pondering for a moment.

“Do you know how to make your mother’s green bean casserole?” She asks.

“Sure do, I’d be happy to make it.” You smile.

“That’d be wonderful, that was always my favorite dish of hers.” She comments as she slides a large bowl towards you.

“Well, the pressure is on.” You spend the next five minutes gathering the ingredients, you list off everything in your head knowing the recipe by heart. The three of you share the kitchen together with ease, you share funny stories from over the years with one another and Mary spills all of the local gossip, it was as if you never left.

“Wanna try this and tell me if it needs anything else before I bake it?” You offer a spoon towards Mary and she gladly takes it. She takes a spoonful and guides it into her mouth, her eyes droop shut at the flavor.

“Just like I remember, thank you.” She nods approvingly. You pour the contents of the bowl into a baking pan and slide it into the oven. Jess throws her last potato into the pot of boiling water and the three of you sit together at the table. “You’re a much better cook than Lisa.” As the words flow out of Mary’s mouth her eyes grow wide, she and Jess share a look across the table making you grow curious.

“Who’s Lisa?” You question looking between the women. Mary opens her mouth to say something but it quickly shuts once again.

“You should really hear that story from Dean,” Mary sighs, “But I guess I already opened the can of worms, wouldn’t hurt to let you know a little bit.” Both Jess and Mary laugh but you’re far too intrigued to make a sound. “Lisa was Dean’s last girlfriend, they had a pretty bad breakup. I think it messed her up more than it did Dean, but he was still pretty upset about it,” Mary explains. As she continues to talk a pit of jealousy boils in your stomach, you didn’t like to hear that there was someone else. “Lisa…” She trails off trying to find the right words, “Had her own problems,” Jess nods in agreement, “I believe she forced them onto Dean and I wasn’t too fond of that. John and I weren’t her biggest fans,” She admits, “Don’t get me wrong, Lisa was a nice girl but she just wasn’t right for my son,” Mary looks you up and down, “To be honest, we were disappointed it wasn’t you, you left some pretty big shoes to fill and she sure as hell didn’t fill them.” You smile at her.

“Lisa was nice,” Jess agrees, “But she always followed Dean around like a lost puppy, she never would’ve offered to cook or hang out with us. If she were here now, she’d be in the other room watching the game.” Jess gestures towards the living room and as if on cue, the boys shout when a player gets tagged out. She shakes her head at the sound of the men, a smile tugs at her features, “They get so into those games, I’ll never understand.”

The three of you chat until the boys walk into the kitchen triumphantly, interrupting your conversation. “That was definitely a foul, I’m pissed they didn’t call it.” Sam rolls his eyes making his way over to Jess, he rests his hands on her shoulders and squeezes them gently.

“The Ref didn’t have a clue what he was doing.” John shook his head in frustration.

“Did we win or lose?” You ask feeling Dean come up behind you.

“Oh sweetheart, we won. We always do,” Dean moves his hand towards yours, only to flinch it away, you try to contain your disappointment at the absence of his touch.

“Boys, will you set the table while the ladies and I bring in the food?” Mary asks followed by a chorus of ‘yes ma'ams. John grabs plates, Sam grabs napkins and Dean grabs the silverware absentmindedly clanking them together, “Remember to set an extra spot for Cas!” Mary calls after them as they duck into the dining room. Jess grabs her mashed potatoes and you grab your casserole the bottom warms your hands as you carry the tray, the two of you set the side dishes in the middle of the table while Mary brings in her famous macaroni and cheese. John sets down a large plate full of grilled meat once everyone settles into their chairs. Everyone passes the bowls around the table, a pleasant chat washes over the table as the plates get filled. John tells jokes and Sam and Dean bicker back and forth about random things, everything felt right.

“So sorry I’m late, got held up at the station!” A voice calls from the back door.

“No worries Cas, just sat down to eat!” Mary sets all the food closer to the empty seat for Cas’ convenience. Cas enters the room and immediately pulls out his chair, it makes a slight squeak as the legs rub against the hardwood. Cas shrugs off his trenchcoat and drapes it over the back of his chair before sitting in his seat comfortably. Cas’ piercing blue eyes meet yours so intently you swear he’s decoding your soul. “You must be the Y/N I’m always hearing about, it’s lovely to finally meet you.” Heat flushes to your cheeks, you couldn’t help but glance over to Dean, he shifts uncomfortably due to everyone’s gazes.

“I am I suppose,” Cas reaches his hand over the table for you to shake, “Nice to meet you.”

“Trust me, it’s an honor to meet you. Dean talks about you nonstop, it gets annoying after awhile.” Everyone laughs at his confession and  Dean’s cheeks deepen in their shade of red. “Uh oh, I don’t think I was supposed to mention that,” Cas shoots Dean an apologetic smile as he lowers himself into his chair once again.

“There are an abundance of delicious restaurants in New York, but Mary you will always be my favorite cook.” You abruptly change the subject as you bite into the macaroni you’ve been craving for years, she smiles kindly at you as everyone agrees with your statement.

Empty plates litter the dining room table. Everyone sits back holding their stomachs, waiting for the food to digest before anyone dares to move. You carefully stand and pile dirty plates on top of your own, “I call dish duty tonight,” You glide around the sitting family collecting everyone’s dishes. Mary stands to protest, your hand reaches out to her shoulder, “You’ve done quite enough today and it’s the least I can do,” Mary looks you over still not wanting to let a guest do chores in her home, “Please?” She reluctantly nods handing you her plate. You take slow steps into the kitchen balancing the stack of dishes on your own.

“Here, let me help you with that,” Dean’s hands wrap around a chunk of the plates relieving some weight off of your arms.

“No, I got this! Go be with your family,” You place the glassware into the sink, careful not to break anything.

“I live in the same town as my parents and I see them two or three times a week,” Dean sets his own stack of plates on the counter and flicks on the hot water, “I don’t know when or if I’ll see you again, I don’t want to waste the time we have together.” Dean can’t bring himself to look at you, “Also this is a shit load of dishes, you can use all the help you can get.” You laugh and playfully push his arm muttering a quiet ‘thanks’.

Within minutes Dean and yourself had your system perfected, by the time Dean placed the last dish in the cabinet your fingertips were wrinkly and your arms covered in suds. You playfully flick your wet hands towards Dean getting droplets of water all over his features. The eldest Winchester only laughs as he splashes leftover dishwater all over the front of your shirt. “Dean!” You shriek. Without thinking the two of you take turns splashing each other like children until your clothes are soaked through completely.

The family rushes into the kitchen to see what the commotion the two of you made, everyone cackles when they see the state your clothes were in. You and Dean join in on the laughter taking in each other’s soaked appearances. “We should probably head out,” Dean says finally when the laughter ceases. Everyone walks the two of you to Baby to bid their goodbyes on the front lawn.

“Thank you again for having me,” You say while opening your car door, “I’d offer hugs but I doubt any of you want to get wet.” Mary tugs you into her arms anyway.

“You’re always, always welcome here. You’re still apart of this family, Y/N whether you like it or not.”

“I don’t mind that at all,” You admit pulling away from her grasp.

“Oh, Y/N! Mary and I are going wedding dress shopping this week and I would love it if you could come,” Jess blurts taking you by surprise.

“Oh -I,” You stumble on your words not knowing how to respond to the invitation, “Shouldn’t I wouldn’t want to impose on your time together or your big day.” You ramble.

“Please, it would mean a lot,” Jess begs, your eyes find Dean who only offers a slight shrug.

“I’ll be there,” You smile at the future Mrs. Winchester as she squeals in excitement, she gives you a brief hug before you continue to say your goodbyes to the rest of the family.

Metallica plays in the background, drowning out the silence between you and Dean, questions spin in your head from information about Lisa and you wanted to know answers. You watch street lamps pass by Dean’s car quickly trying to ease your wild mind but nothing seemed to help. “Who’s Lisa?” The words tumble out before you even realize you’ve spoken them.

“Someone spilled the beans, huh?” Dean chuckles looking over to you, you couldn’t find the desire to make a sound. “She is my ex-girlfriend,” Dean admits plainly.

“Did you love her?” You didn’t know why the question mattered, of course, he’s allowed to love others but something inside you burned at the thought. Dean stays silent.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He says finally, “You and I have loved many since high school.” He looks over to you, locking eyes for only a moment before switching them back to the road ahead.

“I suppose.” Those were the last words you spoke about her, somewhere deep inside you, you wanted nothing more than to never speak of her again.