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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years ago

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Looking for a Place to Happen

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity.

This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely

Note: We’re starting Sam’s installment but this weekend I’ll probably only be catching up on my headcanons and drabbles because I’ve been a lazy bitch and I’m sorry to those who have been waiting.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 1: I've got a job, I explore

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The sleepy town of Birch was awake.

In those last weeks, the arrival of outsiders had roused the attention of many once passive residents of the timeless territory. Those brick buildings unchanged by the tick of the clock inlaid into the old tower above the library that chimed every hour on the hour. They still stood with only chips in the mortar but the air tasted different. The frost was more bitter and the sky more grim. An omen of something no one could predict.

It was the perfect setting for a screenplay. The isolated town with its unsavoury secrets and the visitors who threatened to bring them to the surface. It was inspiring to you, to imagine what was hidden behind the stern wrinkled faces of the town elders and under the jackets of those men who wore the cut of the local club. The bikers ruled the town covertly but everyone knew that Bucky Barnes’ palm was lined with the map of Birch.

As a bystander, an unnoticed observer, just another ant in the hill, you watched from the side and amused yourself with the drama of others. It was like a soap opera or another HBO hype machine. Those things you aspired to when you could be free of this ho-hum town.

The snows added to the natural gloom of the place. The deep heaps smothered the noise and harkened back to those days of colonial settlement. Forgotten, desolate, fearful.

You ventured down in your heavy boots that stretched to your knees and pushed your chin down into your scarf. As a child, you ran and jumped in those piles, now you were out of breath just trying to walk past them.

You stopped in the bakery that doubled as the only café, a place where the owner, Babs, tried to to intimidate the last caffeinated trends. She was always a few seasons behind but you didn’t mind so much.

You ordered the salted caramel mocha and waited patiently as the quiet woman fought with the steaming machines. She was older than you but you’d work with her for one summer during high school, only five years ago. She had the eyes of a child still, but there was something worn in her. As if she’d been exposed to far too much in her three or so decades in that place. She was a harbinger of what you didn’t want to become.

You thanked her for your drink and set out once more into the billowing winds. Birch winters were never kind but this one was crueler than most. Your teeth chattered as you blew the steam away from the lid and hugged it with your mittened hands.

You stopped short as you heard the familiar ding of the diner door across the street. You recognised the mechanic who kept to herself and once growled at you in the grocery store. She stormed across the street, followed closely and quickly by a black-haired man you’d only seen once before. He was one of those outsiders who came to deal with the club men.

You sped up as you sensed chaos brewing and pulled out your phone as you balanced your paper cup in your other hand. You flicked your camera on just as you got to the front of the shop and the man grabbed the mechanic. You let out an ‘oop’ as she turned on him and you aimed the lens at the couple as they fell into the snow, the man’s shoes giving little traction to his steps.

You moved closer, stunned by the scene, and kept your cell phone rolling as you found a better angle around the snowy walks. As she choked him on the ground he elbowed her and she coughed as she rolled away. She snarled as he clamoured to his feet, slipping and sliding as he marched away.

You killed the recording and watched the man cross the street again, nearly wiping out as he did and when you looked back to the mechanic, she was gone behind the clattering door. You chuckled to yourself and tucked away your cell. It was prime footage for TikTok; with a bit of editing, it would be comedy gold.

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You stomped up the steps of your grandmother’s house, this time through the front door as you heard her chair rocking in the front room. You usually took the stairs in the back as you paid her to live on the upper floor of the duplex. You checked in with her daily, she didn’t get out much more than the occasional trip to the grocery store when you couldn’t or you dragged her out to join you for a tea at Babs’.

“You’re late,” she grumbled as you set your cup down and unzipped your coat.

“For what?” you scoffed.

“It’s after noon and you don’t even come down to say hello? A ‘good morning, nan’,” she harrumphed.

You chuckled and hung your coat before shoving your boots over on the mat. You grabbed your mocha and leaned on the doorway as you watched her crocheting in her chair, reruns of some court show playing from the boxy television.

“I was working,” you said, “sent in some stuff for review. Hopefully not much work to be done.”

“I don’t know how you make money on that interweb,” she bemoaned, “I don’t trust it.”

“Maybe you’d trust it more if you used the Netflix subscription I got you,” you crossed your arms, “then you wouldn’t have to watch trash daytime TV.”

She shrugged and muttered under her breath. She could be crotchety but you liked her sense of humour. Your aunts and uncles never came around because they just took it as spite. You were the only one who knew how to handle the jaded old lady.

“Maybe you coulda looked out the window,” you snickered, “quite a show going on in town.”

“Hmm, what’s that?” she stilled her needles and reached for her tea stained cup.

“Just a fight. You wouldn’t believe it, that lady mechanic beat the shit--”

“Language,” she huffed.

“Anyway, she had this guy in a chokehold. It was awesome.”

“What guy?” she squinted at you over her glasses.

“I dunno. Some out of towner. Remember I told you about that burly dude hanging around the library?”

“There’s more?” she sucked on her teeth, “those bikers have never been good news and now they’re bringing in more.”

“Yeah, well, what’re you gonna do?” you sniffed as you took out your phone and rewatched the scuffle with the volume down. You shook your head and opened up your TikTok.

“I don’t understand why you’re always on your dang phone,” your grandmother pestered.

“I’m not always on my phone,” you smiled at her smugly, “there are those time when I’m listening to you prattle on or you know, making you tea, oh, and cooking you dinner. What was it I did last week? Oh that’s right, I got Pippin out of the crawlspace.”

“I’m too old to be chasin’ that cat all around,” she huffed, “where is he anyway?”

“He’s your cat, I don’t know? Last time I saw him, I sent him back out the window for shredding my charger.”

“He knows you need to give it a rest,” she laughed to herself, “got your nose to that screen too much.”

“And what do you do, old lady? Crocheting doilies to put where exactly?”

She gave you that dry smile, the one that said watch it but carried a hint of humour still. You hit post and put your phone away as you waved off her irritation.

“Well, you know what, I sit all day at my computer, doing who knows what and you know what it got me?” you taunted, “a large mocha!” you sipped as you sat on the sofa and grabbed the remote, “and it’s paying my rent and putting bullet points on my resume.”

“Mhmm,” she scowled, “just remember, real life ain’t online. Those videos you’re always laughing at like hyena, that’s not reality. You forget it and it’ll come back and bit you. ‘Specially with those bikers.”

“Oh, nan, you know too well, don’t you? Didn’t you have a fling with one back in your hippie phase?”

“Two, actually,” she raised her brows, “I was young and stupid. Not like you, but still.”

“I love you too,” you chirped and sipped from your cup, flicking the station to Jerry Springer, “that’s more like it.”

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Your usual TikToks were sarcastic and dull complaints about your small town life. The response was less than pleasing but it gave you an outlet to vent. You liked to goof around and document the very specific type of weirdos that resided in Birch. But the video of the fight in the snow blew up your phone and made it difficult to ignore the buzzing as you went back up to your room to eke out the last of your captions for the ad agency.

When at last you could call your day hard-earned, you logged off and sent in your hours to the agency. Social media promotion was easy enough but the working gigs for a thousand different companies was tedious. You hoped you could build your portfolio enough to manage a single corporate page as you continued to chip away at your creative outlets.

You picked up your phone as you waited for Netflix to load on your tiny smart tv and flopped onto your bed, not two feet from your desk. You hit the icon in the upper panel of your phone and scrolled through the notifications, pausing to turn on another episode of the cable sitcom from ten years before. You snorted as you read each comment but the number under the video made your eyes round. The thing was bound to go viral.

As usual, you went down to help with supper. Pippin, the orange tabby, returned to cry at his dish and you fed him too. Your nan peered through her glasses at a crossword as she tasted the tangy pasta sauce.

“More basil,” she snipped.

“Well, I asked if you wanted to help,” you muttered, “I think it’s good.”

“Hmmp, I need milk,” she jutted her chin out, “for my after-dinner tea.”

“You couldn’t say something like three hours ago?” you blinked.

“I could have but I didn’t,” she snickered. You rolled your eyes and she took another forkful of penne and filled in another line on her puzzle, “ah, no hurry, girlie, you know I’m patient.”

“Patient? You?” you chuckled as you took your plate and shoved it in the microwave to keep it warm. The ancient thing had a dial and the door stuck, “I’ll just go get it over with.”

“Don’t forget your mitts,” she called after you as you tramped into the front room, “it’s cold.”

You pulled on your knitted cap and matching mitts. You zipped up your parka and shoved your feet into the deep boots. You grabbed your wallet and buried it in the spacious pocket. You bounced out the front door and down the steps as the sky sent down another coat of powder for the night.

You went up White Forge Street and through the short path behind the diner that led to the main road. You glanced over at The Asp, the beacon of the dull town, and turned towards the grocer. Like anywhere in Birch, the store was outdated and stuffy. It felt like stepping into another time with the paper bags and chunky tills.

You went down the center aisle and stopped at the fridge to search through the frosted glass. Your nan only drank whole milk and the last time you carelessly grabbed skim, she whined that even Pippin wouldn’t drink it. She was particular but that was just her nature. You couldn’t say you were any less fussy in some instances.

You grabbed a jug and the door slapped closed against the worn rubber seal. You headed up the candy aisle and brushed your woolly thumb over your chin as you considered gummy bears or Reeses’ Pieces.

“Hard choice?” The deep voice jolted you.

You snatched the box of chocolate and looked over at the man in leather, his chin tucked down behind the collar as snow dusted his shoulders.

“Sure,” you said as you brushed past him.

The cut of the leather told you he was better not entertained. While you thought the men amusing, you weren’t stupid enough to engage with them. You rarely listened to your grandmother but she was wise in her own way.

You knew a girl in highschool, she was fucking around with one of the club men in her junior year, she ended up with a baby and no support. You didn’t think he was into you that way but he could hardly have innocent intentions.

“How’s the old lady?” Clayton asked as he rung in your order at the end of the belt, you moved along with the groceries and pulled out your wallet.

“The usual, you know? She’s tryna quit again. Don’t know how long it’ll last.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll keep a carton aside for her,” he kidded as you felt your phone vibing in your back pocket.

“Don’t encourage her,” you swiped your card and punched in your pin, “although I don’t know what’s worse; the smoke or her sucking on those mints all the time.”

“Oh, it’s not the bitchin’?” he laughed.

“That, too,” you scooped up the paper bag and put your wallet away, “have a good one.”

As you came to the end of the first counter, you were nearly cut off by the club member as he swept around from till two. His own purchase of a car magazine and jerky was tucked under his arm.

“Ah, sorry,” he smiled, a sparkling smile, almost charming.

“No worries,” you continued on and he followed close behind.

“Those mitts look real warm. ‘Specially in this weather,” he said as you pushed open the door.

“Uh huh,” you kept on as your boots crunched out into the snow.

“You know where I can get a pair. Leather isn’t exactly thermal, you know?”

“These? My nan made ‘em. I’m sure Clayton got some hung up back there,” you looked across the street as you stepped up onto the ledge of snow between the sidewalk and the road.

“Am I bothering you?” he asked.

You looked at him dumbly and almost laughed in his face. You glanced back across the street then down towards The Asp.

“Sorta,” you answered.

“Make you a deal. Leave ya alone for your name.”

You eyed him. He was older than you like many of the Commandos. At least a decade, likely more than that. You chewed on your hesitation and cradled the bag more firmly against your side. His eyes strayed as he tried to see through the thick layer of your coat.

“Nah, I’m not s’posed to talk to strangers,” you said and hopped off onto the road.

You heard him behind you as he struggled to follow and as you came up to the other side, he came parallel with you and kept stride with you easily.

“I know you’re young but you’re not a kid,” he intoned, “what’s the harm in a name?”

“It’s a small town,” you stopped short of the end of White Forge, “I think I know enough about you to avoid you.”

“Oh ho, is that it? Well, I’m Sam, I’m not a stranger now, am I?”

“Not interested, Sam. Sure there’s women your own age over at the bar,” you nodded behind him.

“You wanna come see? Maybe have a drink?” he gave a crooked grin.

“You don’t give up, do you?” you shook your head, put off by his forwardness.

“Well?”

“Not tonight, Sam,” you turned around and headed down White Forge.

“Then what night?” he asked but you didn’t answer and he didn’t follow.

You turned down onto your street and refused to look back in case. It would be best not to mention the run-in to your nan, she was paranoid enough as it was. Besides, you’d forget about it by the end of next week.

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subwaysurf45 · 3 years ago

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The Mind of an Elephant

Bonus Episode

Summary: After getting better Bucky finds that some things aren’t the same. After taking you to see Dr. Cho for a check up, he’s surprised about what the topic of conversation turned into.

Episode: Bonus Episode (Episode 7)

Words:1,583

Warning: mentions of Alzheimer's, worried Bucky, medical inaccuracies

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It all started when you forgot your keys even though they were still in your hand. Bucky gave you a confused and worried look as you spun around in a circle, trying to find the only thing in your hand. You blew it off though, people forget glasses when they’re on your head.

But then you started to forget what day of the week it was, claiming it was Sunday but it was actually Monday. Natasha’s birthday passed and you gave her the card a day early even though you were certain her birthday was on Tuesday rather than Wednesday.

Bucky grew more and more worried, he was always anxious about your recovery but it increased tenfold every time you’d wonder where your favourite pants are even though you wore them yesterday and spilled pasta sauce on them.

“Bucky,” you groaned as you walked to Cho’s office, “you’re getting way too worked up about this, people forget things all the time,” you shook your head and looked over to see his stoic face, he was taking no excuse.

“I need to make sure my girl is alright,” he said quietly.

“I am alright,” you stressed, “it’s just I forget a few things here and there- like a normal person,” you pivoted and walked backwards so you could be face to face with him, “I remember everything else, I think that’s good enough.”

Bucky just shook his head and opened Cho’s door. He had booked the appointment two days ago but only told you five minutes ago. Cho quickly looked up and welcomed them in, closing something on her computer and putting away a few files. You and Bucky took a seat on the couch, holding each other’s hand the entire time.

“So,” she breathed and patted her desk, “Bucky you had said Y/N was forgetting basic things like dates, time, and objects- what do you mean by objects?”

“Forgetting where her phone is when it’s in her hand or forgetting where she put the remote even though it’s on her lap,” Bucky said and looked over at you, you slowly nodded.

“Alright,” she nodded, not too phased, “how often does this happen- let’s say, in a day?” the question was directed to the both of you but you looked at Bucky to answer.

“Twice to three times,” Bucky said sadly, “I know it’s not a big deal when you forget your phone but I just don’t want this to go south.”

“I understand,” Cho smiled, “as of right now there isn’t much we can do,” she said plainly.

“I told you,” you sighed.

“So what is it though?” Bucky leaned in, “I mean, there has got to be a reason, right?”

“Not exactly,” Dr. Cho shook her head, “Y/N,” she looked at you, “is there a history of Alzheimer's in your family?”

“Not at all,” you didn't need to think, it was never something in your family at all.

“But what if it’s a genetic mutation and she’s the first in her family to get it, isn’t it early-onset?” Bucky quickly asked, “you can’t rule anything out from a single question.”

“You both are nowhere near early-onset,” she shook her head, “you start to see symptoms in twenty years, it’s not that.”

Bucky sat back for a second, you looked at him with an unamused look; knowing the meeting was pointless. Bucky sighed again and looked at Cho, she also shrugged and didn’t have anything else to say.

“Bucky,” Cho said very softly, “Y/N’s memory has been severely altered because of an injection,” she was calming Bucky down, “because of this her brain has been hit with trauma, it’s gone from knowing nothing to a tidal wave of information smashing back into her, things are going to jostle around and work themselves out.”

“But I’m worried,” his voice shakes, “I don’t want it to go back to where she won’t remember me.”

“Bucky,” you said sadly and took his hand, “I’ll never forget you.”

Dr. Cho nodded, “Bucky, maybe we take the focus off Y/N and more on you.” Bucky looked at you to see you nod.

“No way,” he pushed out a laugh, not knowing how to feel with the attention on him now, “I’m not the one who went through all that, we need to fully help Y/N before we even think about helping me.”

“Bucky,” Cho said again, “you walked in on the love of your life holding sharded glass in her hand, fully okay with the fact she was about to harm herself,” she registered his shocked face, “Y/N told me.” she said before pausing.

“I had to,” you whispered.

Dr. Cho started talking again, “Bucky-”

“Would you stop saying my name like that?” Bucky snapped, “it’s like you’re talking to a child and scolding them.”

“Fine,” Cho’s soft eyes dropped, “James, you have also been severely traumatized by what you have seen over a short period of time.” Bucky seemed to recoil at the tone, “the only person who truly knew you, forgot you, you were left to rebuild a relationship with someone you have a connection with but not vice versa, still following?” Bucky nodded, Cho cleared her throat, “your girlfriend who didn’t know you at all tried to harm herself and you just so happened to walk in at the right time, I know that messes with someone’s head, have you been asking yourself ‘what would have happened if I wasn’t there at that specific time?’, James?”

Bucky paused, “yes.”

“So you’re very worried about your girlfriend who is healing, I understand that, but I also understand that this hasn’t been easy for you,” cho waited until Bucky looked at her, “I don’t see this relationship failing, you two and very in love. But,” she held up a finger, “I suggest couple’s counseling in order to work through dilemmas on either side and making sure there’s a mediator to help translate what you are saying to one another.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” you chimed in, nodding and looking at Bucky who was staring off into space, “right, hun?”

“What-yeah, yes,” he nodded before gulping.

You and Bucky headed back to your shared room, holding hands the entire time. Bucky’s shoulder constantly brushed up against yours, he seemed he wanted to be as close to you as possible. Whenever too much was on his mind Bucky would always seek you out to try and work through what he was thinking, but half the time he couldn’t get his words out.

Right as the door opened Bucky broke away, “I’m going to shower,” he mumbled.

You nodded and watched as he walked into the bathroom without clean clothes to change back into, sometimes he’d walk out in just his towel to get changed in the main bedroom but it wasn’t that kind of night. You gathered a few of his favourite clothes while grabbing some for yourself, when the water started to run you knocked and walked in. The shower curtain covered him, only leaving a shadow visible.

“Hey, hun,” you said softly, “I got you some clothes, they’re on the counter next to your towel- just how you like it.”

As your hand grabbed the door handle you heard a peep come from behind the white curtain, “wait,” he said quickly, “do you want to come in, we did-”

“Did this every week,” you cut him off, “I know,” you could feel his blush radiate through the steam of hot water, “we’d get snacks and either fill the tub or have a shower,” you spoke as you undressed, “it was our pamper night together, how could I forget.”

When your hand grasped the curtain you waited before pulling it back, making sure Bucky really wanted you to get in with him. Sometimes he liked to be alone in the shower for a while. After a few seconds, he said nothing so you pulled the curtain back and walked in, seeing him instantly check you out made you feel like you were back at the crushing point in your relationship.

“Hi,” you squeaked.

“Hey,” his voice cut through the water pellets hitting the wall. His hand grabbed yours to help you step in and steady yourself, moving your hand to touch his shoulder.

“I don’t want you freaking out about couple’s therapy,” you said and pushed back some of his hair, “we’re okay, this is to help get better from a good spot- not dig ourselves out of a failing relationship.”

“Okay,” he whispered, “we’re okay?” his eyes flicked up to yours.

“Honey,” you sighed and pulled him in for a hug, “we’re okay, always will be.”

“Okay,” he whispered again, “you know I love you, right?” his hand pushed your back so you leaned into him more.

You couldn’t help but giggle, “I know you love me,” your head moved from his neck so you could look him in the eye, “you know I’ll always remember you, right?”

Bucky hummed and nodded, dipping his head so he could hide his face in your neck, “I never thought I’d be able to hold you like this again, I never thought I’d be able to be intimate with you.” his voice vibrated the skin on your neck, “I’m so glad I get to feel you again.”

“Even when I didn't know who you were,” you whispered in his ear, “I knew your touch better than my own name.”

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kays-gmm-fanblog · 4 years ago

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ahhhh okay. I apparently have no chill, so here's a little over 2k of under the desk blowjob

what a way to returning to writing fanfic after about four years off, lol

it's all under the cut because... yeah it's definitely rated E

also thank you @captainsourwolf for the encouragement - I'm still nervous af, but so it goes

“you have to say take a dip, man”

“take a dip”

“Really man, did you have to call out Tumblr like that?”

It’s 7pm and they’re both at their desks at the studio, finishing up some last-minute research. Of course, Rhett was used to Link doubling back with commentary on their recordings even days after they happened, and the dipping sauce episode had only been done that morning.

He smirked and offered, “Man there’s some weird shit going happening on Tumblr like every day, don’t pretend like you don’t know that. Besides, I just sent a good portion of the Beasts scrambling to worry about all the dirty things they post.”

Link shrugged, “Yeah alright, but it seemed like a weak joke. Like oh, yeah, blowjobs, funny. Very middle school of you.”

“Man, blowjobs are funny. Who do you think decided it was a good idea to stick someone’s dick in their mouth for fun? Probably that same dude that decided to try milking a cow for the first time. Just sticking his mouth where it doesn’t belong for the sake of exploration.”

“I think blowjobs predate milk, bo.” He paused for a second, considering, “Besides the desk isn’t even tall enough for that to make sense. I’d have to rest my head sideways in your lap, how effective is that? And I’d know. I was down there earlier.”

Rhett had had turned back to his computer somewhere in the middle of the bickering, but at that, he spun back around.

“Nuh uh. Not if I lowered my chair down.”

“Even then your giant slenderman legs would be poking me in the shoulders. It wasn’t a well-thought-out joke, that’s all I’m saying.”

Rhett frowned at that. There was room, Link was just being contrary to prove a point. But now his desire to win had been triggered. Plus the idea of Link under the desk was… intriguing, to say the least. He stood up from the desk and walked over to Link, grabbing the hand that was resting on the desk and tugging him toward the door. Link raised his eyebrows, even as he allowed himself to be pulled up and over, and Rhett added

“Come on, you won’t believe me until I prove it.”

Link rolled his eyes but followed behind, his wrist still in Rhett’s grasp, as they made their way down the hallway. Thankfully the part of the team that was coming in live these days had all already left for home. This wasn’t a test he wanted anyone to see, no matter who was right.

When they made their way into the studio, Rhett plopped himself into his usual seat and pulled on the lever to lower his chair to its shortest height. He pulled away from the desk a bit and gestured down, as if to say see, there’s your opening!

Link just folded his arms and raised an eyebrow.

“Come on Link, trust me on this.”

Link paused for a second, and then chuffed out a laugh. “You have to say take a dip, man.”

Rhett smiled, “Take a dip.”

Link dropped himself to a crouch and then forward onto his knees far more quickly than Rhett anticipated, given both Link’s reluctance and the tightness of his skinny jeans. Rhett felt his dick give a twitch at that – he’d been half-hard since he’d started dragging Link over to the set, and watching his best friend crawl under the desk and prepare to simulate sucking his cock didn’t do much to help.

Link backed himself up under the desk and Rhett automatically raised a hand to the back of Link’s floofy hair, guarding him from hitting his head on the edge. He watched as the other man curled in on himself to fit fully under the desk.

When he was settled, Link looked up with a half-smile and said “Alright man, scootch in.”

Rhett moved his chair forward until his knees met the resistance of Link’s torso and then paused, unsure of how to continue. Link placed his palms on Rhett’s knees and spread his legs for him, pulling Rhett closer in the process. Rhett looked down and his breath hitched at the sight - strong, warm hands moving their way up his thighs and a pair of bright blue eyes staring back at him. Link leaned in closer and bumped his chin on Rhett’s left knee, butting against him like a cat.

“See I told you, there isn’t room between your thighs and the desktop for my head” he thunked his head gently against the rim of the desk to prove his point, “Even with your chair all the way down, I’d get stuck. I’d have to tilt like this…”

At that, he turned his head at a forty-five degree angle and rubbed his cheek up Rhett’s thigh, bringing himself level with the bulge in front of him.

“Then again, it appears you don’t mind how I turn, do you? Little excited up there?”

Rhett coughed a bit and shrugged. “I mean, if you were at this angle you’d understand. Look atcha down there, on your knees for me, just waiting for me to take control.”

At that, Link smirked again and shook his head. “Do you think I don’t have control down here? Believe me, there’s more power on the giving end than there is receiving.”

He brushed a palm over Rhett’s cock and smiled at the shuddering breath that came from the man above him. He traced his way around the outline of Rhett’s growing erection, rubbing softly at the head as he passed from side to side. Rhett shifted, instinctively moving his hips closer to whatever was going to happen.

Link met Rhett’s eyes and tilted his head, wordlessly asking if he should continue. Rhett was nodding his head yes before he even realized what he was doing. There was no way he wanted this to stop. His hands curled around the bottom of the seat of his chair, doing his best to hold still in anticipation. Link’s hands moved their way toward his zipper.

“You want a hand with that, buddy?” He offered to Link, mouth dry and voice softer than usual.

“Nope, I’m good down here. You just keep your hands right where they are and behave.”

Link’s normally fidgety hands seemed pretty sure as they popped open the button on his jeans and unzipped his zipper. Rhett’s only contribution was to lift his hips off the chair as Link proceeded to slide his jeans and boxers down in one motion, until he was left sitting, bare-assed on his chair, with his dick straining up toward his stomach. Link moved his hands back to Rhett’s knees to push him away from the desk, scooting himself forward in the process so he could unfold from underneath the table.

He looked up at Rhett, admiring the blush on his cheeks and the way he couldn’t seem to decide where to hold his gaze – Link’s hands, his mouth, his eyes, or his own dick as it twitched, precome beading at the top in anticipation. The kneeling man moved his hands up Rhett’s thighs again, this time making skin to skin contact as he moved closer. He leaned over and pressed a soft, almost gentle, kiss to the rosy tip of Rhett’s dick, dotting his own lips wet with precome in the process.

He opened his mouth and Rhett gulped, unwilling to say anything and risk breaking the spell. Unfortunately, Link didn’t have the same concern. His eyes glinted and instead of moving down, he said “Told you there wasn’t room under the desk.”

Before Rhett could even process the jibe, Link was in action, mouth slowly sinking down around the tip of his dick, tongue sliding against his frenulum in a french kiss as dirty as the previous one was chaste. Rhett’s hands tightened around the chair and he let out a grunt, his legs spreading as far as they could with his pants around his ankles.

Link moved his head down further, taking Rhett deeper into his mouth and letting out a pleased-sounding hum. He rubbed his thumbs soothingly across Rhett’s thighs as he braced himself, holding the position as deep as he could for the moment and then starting to lift off again. As Link made his way back up, Rhett closed his eyes, afraid that if he watched this was going to end too quickly. Instead, it just gave him an even stronger jolt when Link’s tongue traced along a vein on the bottom of his dick as he came up for air.

He released from Rhett’s dick with a pop of his lips, looking at the slick mess he left behind, before tilting his head up to look at the man above him.

“Hey, eyes open, man. I’m down here working, the least you could be doing is appreciating!”

Rhett opened his eyes and let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, letting out something that was almost a giggle. He smiled down at Link and, without thinking, reached up his left hand to push Link’s bangs out of his eyes. He caught himself before he made contact and paused, looking for permission, since was apparently supposed to be holding still.

“Can I?” he asked, waiting for an answer.

Link seemed to think it over for a second. “Yeah, you can touch. Even with both hands in my hair, I promise you I’m still the one running the show down here.”

There was no arguing with that at this point. Rhett gently brushed the hair back from Link’s face, noting the flushed skin of his cheeks and the damp redness of his lips. He released the seat of his chair with his other hand and used both hands to gently remove Link’s glasses, folding their arms and setting them securely on top of the desk for safekeeping. He returned his hands toward his body, resting them on his thighs, on top of Link’s, as the other man leaned back and started softly licking and sucking up and down his cock again.

Link’s lips drifted to the base as he tilted his head sideways and licked a hot stripe from the bottom all the way back up, laving attention at the top. Rhett felt even more precome leaking out and he moaned almost in tandem with Link as the other man licked it up. Link flicked his tongue across the slit to collect as much slick as possible before closing his mouth around the top of Rhett’s cock again. He began a steady rhythm up and down, with a pause now and again to lick around the head and meet Rhett’s eyes with a coquettish glance.

He continued making soft little noises as he went, sending vibrations shuddering through Rhett’s dick straight to his spine. Rhett’s hands gripped at Link’s until he felt the left one move away to grasp the base of his cock and work in tandem with the slick mouth moving around him.

After a minute, Link pulled off again, and with a raspy voice, chastised “I don’t think I was clear enough before.” He paused and then continued, “Put your hands. In my hair. Now.”

Rhett obeyed without a second thought, winding his fingers into the strands of hair on either side of Link’s head. He could control the pace, but not the sensation, as Link applied suction and the movement of his hand to Rhett’s erection.

As time went on Rhett felt himself building closer and closer, Link seemingly taking him deeper with each bob of his head. He felt the telltale signs of his release and tapped against Link’s head gently, moaning “I’m getting close.”

Link didn’t even stop, simply letting out an encouraging “mmm” sound and increasing the tempo of the hand wrapped around his best friend’s dick. With a loud groan Rhett released, hips stuttering at the feeling of Link swallowing around him as he came.

As he regained his senses, he found himself petting his hands through Link’s hair, even as the other man pulled off of his cock and looked up at him. Link leaned his head against Rhett’s thigh and looked up with a smile, before asking,

“Good?”

Rhett let out a bark of laughter. “So good. Very, incredibly good.”

“Even though there wasn’t room for me under the desk?”

“Okay, okay, you win.”

After a second to catch his breath fully, he rolled his chair back a bit and reached out his hands to help Link stand up. Rhett noticed a telltale bulge in the other man’s pants and he straightened up, and thought to himself that maybe they both won this one.

#rhink #rhink fanfiction #i'm gonna go hide now

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brain-deadx0 · 4 years ago

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Virgil's Betrayal

Part 3 of New Big Brother

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Summary: Remy meets Patton’s brother and kids and proceeds to get murdered.

Warnings: Food mention, play fighting including nerf guns, manipulation but for good stuff, let me know

Remy was not nervous.

When dad guy had asked him a few days ago if he would be ok with going to the man’s brother’s house for lunch that weekend, Remy had said, “Sure.” He’d agreed to it.

So no. Remy wasn’t nervous. Even as they pulled up to the frankly huge house in a neighborhood of huge houses.

Definitely not nervous.

Virgil was practically vibrating in his seat. He’d been telling Remy all about his uncle and cousins, and what games they could play together the entire drive.

“Everybody ready?” Dad guy asked as he turned the car off.

“Yep!” Virgil told him as he quickly unbuckled himself.

Dad guy sent one of his questioning looks to Remy via the rear view mirror. Remy ignored it and climbed out of the car to follow Virgil who had already ran for the front door.

Dad guy joined them at the door as Virgil rang the bell. Remy wasn’t trying to hide behind them. They just ended up closer to the door. There was the sound of a lock being turned before someone inside the house hollered for them to come in.

As soon as they walked through the door there was the sound of footsteps running down the stairs.

"Virgil! Uncle Patton!” A pair of voices yelled before two young boys were launching themselves off the stairs towards them. Dad guy yelped in alarm as he attempted to… catch them?

“Jan, your boys are going to give me a heart attack one of these days!” The man yelled through his subdued laughter from his place on the ground.

“And I’ll help them get rid of the body.” The voice from before called. A moment later a short man appeared from what Remy assumed was the kitchen. He looked a lot like dad guy save for the fact he was definitely older than the man. And the mild scarring on the left side of his face.

“Alright boys, that’s enough abunculicide.” The man told the kids who were laughing in dad guy’s arms.

“Aw…” The pair said before releasing him.

Dad guy smiled before standing up and ruffling their hair causing one grin and the other to balk and try to fix it.

“You must be Remy.” The man said, “My name’s Janus, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, sir.” Remy told him.

Mr. Janus smiled, “You can call me Janus.”

Yeah that was not happening.

“The two terrors who ambushed you all are my sons Roman and Remus.”

“I’m Roman.” “And I’m Remus.” The two introduced with matching bows, “And together we’re-!” They spun in opposite directions before striking poses back to back, “-the creativitwins!”

Remy couldn’t help but laugh slightly at the theatrics as dad guy clapped excitedly, “Oh that was so cute!” Dad guy told them.

“No it wasn’t!” The pair told him pointedly, “It was cool.” Roman told him.

“Yeah!” Remus agreed.

“Well whatever it was, I loved it.” Dad guy told them.

“Lunch will be ready in about a half hour,” Mr. Janus told them, “So you can all make yourselves at home.”

“Can we go outside?” Remus asked.

“Yes, but-” before the man could finish both boys took off running.

“Come on Virge!” One of them called.

The next thing Remy knew he was being grabbed by the hand and pulled towards the back yard, “Come on Remy!” Virgil told him.

Guess he was going outside.

“-Don’t get too dirty.” Janus finished lamely as all the minors fled to the backyard, “Well I tried.”

Patton chuckled, “Probably should’ve started with that part.”

“How many sons did you want back alive?” He asked.

Patton laughed, “Come on, I’ll help make lunch.

Remy watched the younger kids from his seat on the porch steps. Roman suggested playing super hero’s and was met with agreements until he suggested Virgil be the villain. Which apparently happened a lot.

“Come on, Virgil.” Roman whined, “We need a bad guy!”

“But I always lose when I play the bad guy.” Virgil told them, “Why can’t you be the bad guy and we fight you?”

“Because me and Re are the heroes.” Roman said as if it were obvious.

“We could be bad guys.” Remus told him, “The bad guys are cooler anyway.”

“Noooo.” Roman told him, “We’re the creativitwins! We’re supposed to be the good guys!”

“But we’re always the good guys!” Remus replied.

“Remy!” Virgil called, “Tell them we wanna be the heroes!”

“How about…”

Patton jumped when the mostly silent backyard suddenly erupted in gleeful screams.

“Welcome to the world of raising multiple children.” Janus told him.

Patton smacked his arm lightly before going to peek at the yard. The three younger boys were running around the yard at top speed as Remy made a grab for whoever got closest to him. Patton smiled as Roman yelled for a retreat before all three kids ran for the treehouse. Remy stalked after them, giving the twins enough time to make it to safety, but grabbed Virgil before he could climb high enough.

Virgil squealed as he was pulled away from the tree and yelled for help through his laughter.

Patton cooed at the sight before reluctantly going back to the kitchen.

Virgil laughed wildly even as Remy used him as a partially successful human shield. If he had known there were fully loaded nerf guns, Remy would’ve made it harder for them to get to the treehouse.

“Don’t worry Virge!” One of them yelled, “We’ll rescue you!”

“Dead or alive!” The other added.

Remy laughed, “It’s not a rescue if you kill him!” He told them as they continued to shoot.

“Silence feind!” The first one told him before firing more foam bullets at them.

"Any ideas?” Remy asked Virgil quietly.

“I think there’s more guns on the porch?” Virgil whispered back.

“Perfect.” Remy grinned, “Muwahaha! You can’t defeat me!” He told the pair in the treehouse before running towards the porch with Virgil.

Once there he put Virgil down and the kid directed him to where the extra nerf guns were. The ones in the hidden storage bin were much smaller than the ones the twins had.

“Virgil! You’re not supposed to help the bad guy!”

“Ha ha! I put him under mind control!” Remy told them, “Now I have a minion.”

Virgil snickered before rushing to grab a gun of his own.

“You won’t get away with this, villain!”

“Let him go or face our wrath!”

“Never!” Remy called back, “Pick up as many bullets as you can, but don’t shoot too much, ok?” He whispered to Virgil, “When they run out we can go after them, cool?”

“Yeah!” Virgil whispered excitedly.

It took longer than Remy thought it would for the rain of foam to slow to a stop. “It’s over, heroes. Surrender peacefully and I might spare you.” He told them.

He could hear hushed laugher from the treehouse before one of the boys replied, “Okaay~ just a minuute~”

“Uh-oh.” Virgil said beside him.

“Uh-oh?”

He didn’t have to wait long to figure out what the kids were up to because a second later he was being pelted with various balls, ranging from ping pong to tennis. Before he even had a chance to recover, one of the twins was suddenly right next to him and whacking him with a foam sword.

“What the- hey!” He laughed before trying to fend off the nine-year-old. While he was distracted, the other one had made their way to the ground as well and ambushed him from behind. “Oh shhh-!” He cut himself off as he fell.

The second kid had hit the back of his knees with a foam club. This was definitely not a fair fight.

While the twins were busy beating him to death he suddenly felt the familiar sensation of foam bullets.

“Wha-? Virgil! I thought you were on my side?” He asked incredulously, causing Virgil to laugh, “Betrayed by my own brainwashed minion!”

The kid just giggled harder, “I was just pretending to be mind controlled!” He told him as he continued to fire the toy gun.

The kids screamed in delight as they assaulted him with their various weapons. Remy was ready to admit defeat and call them off when a voice interrupted.

“Alright, boys, that’s enough.” Dad guy said.

‘Oh shit.’

Patton’s heart broke a little as the joy on Remy’s face quickly melted away to something much more subdued. He sent him what he hoped was a reassuring smile but it didn’t seem to help any. “Lunch is ready.” He told them.

“Okay.” the younger kids chorused before dropping their weapons and racing inside.

“Are you alright?” Patton asked, “They might be foam but they can still hurt when the boys get excited.”

“I’m fine.” Remy said casually as he stood up and brushed himself off.

“Alright then.” He smiled, “Then let’s go eat some pizza bread.”

"Pizza bread" as it turned out, was bread with cheese and pepperoni inside. So, more sophisticated than the rolled up pizza slice Remy had pictured. Apparently you were supposed to dip it in some fancy tomato sauce which is why Remy was surprised when Mr. Janus had them all move to the living room to eat.

"Dad, can we watch Avatar?" Roman asked.

"No, let's watch dirty jobs!" Remus told him.

"How about mythbusters?" Roman countered.

"Ah, ah," Mr. Janus told them, "what's the rule for guests?"

"Virgil," They chorused, "wanna watch-" "Avatar?" "Dirty jobs?"

"Um… what about Most Extreme...?" Virgil tried.

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Two to one, we win!" Remus cheered.

"Boys." Mr. Janus told them, "We have more than one guest, remember?"

"Remy, say no!" Roman told him, "Then we pick a different show."

"I don't really have an opinion." Remy told him, "What's "Most Extreme"?"

"They take all the cool stuff from animals like eyes and teeth and show what it would look like if humans had the same ability." Remus told him, "It's neat!"

"Its freaky is what it is." Roman told him.

"That's what makes it cool!"

"I'm gonna pass on the vote." Remy told them.

"He's impartial so we win! The Most Extreme it is!" Remus turned to high five Virgil.

Roman seemed a bit miffed at losing the vote, but it wasn't long before he was staring at the screen with as much interest as the other two. And honestly? Remy got it. The show was actually pretty cool.

Patton smiled as Remy seemed to settle in again and get pulled into the show. He waited until the episode ended and everyone was done eating before moving to collect the empty plates. Unfortunately, the action quickly caught the attention of the teen.

"Don’t worry, I got it." Patton assured as Remy moved to start cleaning up as well.

"It's ok," Remy told him, as he paused somewhat hesitantly, "I don't mind."

Patton smiled, "I appreciate it, but you don't have to. Janus and I are gonna clean up and then we'll probably be heading home."

"Oh," Janus said suddenly, "while I'm thinking about it, we packed up some of our old clothes to donate. You guys can look through them for some play clothes." He told him.

"Sure." Patton told him.

"I'll be right back to help clean up." Janus said before leaving the room.

Remy wasn't sure why he was suddenly on edge. All he knew was something felt off and he didn't like it.

Mr. Janus came back a minute later with three large bags. "Ok," he said as he set them down, "look through and take anything." He told them before pointing to the twins, "No dress up this time." He told them.

"Why not?" Roman asked.

"Because yesterday we had to cut your brother out of a shirt you both knew was too small."

"I was a mutant giant what was I supposed to wear?" Remus asked indignantly.

Remy bit back a smile.

"Preferably something big enough to get yourself out of." Mr. Janus told him.

"Boring~" Remus drawled.

Mr. Janus shook his head fondly, "No dress up." He told them again before leaving to help dad guy.

The second he was gone the twins shared a look before quickly opening the bags and digging through them.

Remy laughed slightly, "Didn't he just say "no dress up"?"

"He said no dress up for us," Roman corrected, "but nothing about us dressing up you or Virgil."

"And so long as he doesn't catch us too quickly we can do it too!" Remus grinned.

Remy quickly turned down any attempts to get him to play dress up, and delegated himself to watching as the older boys coerced Virgil into trying on just about every piece of clothing. They had quickly moved on from the kids clothes that Virgil could feasibly fit in, or at least grow into soonish, to going through Mr. Janus’s old clothes just to wear them.

Virgil was digging through the bag when he suddenly gasped, "Remy!" He said excitedly before pulling something out of the bag and bouncing over, "Look!" He beamed as he held up an old leather jacket, "It's like from the store!"

"Uh, yeah, kinda." Remy admitted.

"I don't remember that one." Roman told them, "It doesn't look like Dad or Noni's."

"Dad!" Remus called.

"What happened?" Mr. Janus answered as he came around the corner before huffing a small laugh, "I see you ignored the dress up rule."

Remus ignored the last part, "Whose jacket is this?" He asked; pointing to the coat Virgil was holding.

Mr. Janus glanced at the jacket Virgil was holding, "That's my old one." He told them, "I haven't worn it since… probably since I was about twenty or so. That's when Noni gave me my other one."

"How long ago was that?" Virgil asked.

Mr. Janus laughed, "Long enough to know I don't need it, let's stick with that."

"That's Dad's way of saying he's old." Remus whispered causing Virgil to giggle.

"I heard that." Mr. Janus told them with an amused eyebrow raise, causing the kids to laugh. Mr. Janus shook his head, "Anyway, like I said you're welcome to anything in the bags." He said with a glance to Remy, "Try not to smother your cousin in the clothes." He told them offhandedly as he went back to the kitchen.

Something was definitely going on.

"Try it on!" Virgil told Remy as he practically shoved the jacket at him.

"I don't know, kid." Remy told him. This whole thing felt like way too much of a coincidence. He wasn't sure how to feel about it. This had to be a set up, right?

"Why not?" Virgil asked.

"I already have a coat, remember?"

"Yeah but this one doesn't cost money." Virgil told him. Dammit. "And at the store you said these were cool."

Stop making good points.

"Oh! It could be part of your villain outfit!" Roman exclaimed, "All super villains need to look cool."

"Otherwise they're just regular villains!" Remus added.

"What's the difference?"

"Presentation!" All three told him.

Ok, well he definitely ran into something there.

"Pleeeease, Remy?" Virgil asked with wide eyes.

... Fucking puppy dog eyes.

Remy sighed, "Ok, fine."

Patton peaked around the corner and smiled. For once he was glad Virgil had learned to weaponize his puppy eyes.

Remy made sure that when dad guy and Mr. Janus came back that he was not wearing the jacket. Just in case.

Thankfully neither mentioned it as they packed up the clothes Virgil. Or as they resorted the rest the kids had used for dress up. They all said their goodbyes, with Mr. Janus saying he hoped to see them again soon, and the twins telling Remy they wouldn't be going so easy on him next time.

If dad guy seemed extra smiley on the way home, it was none of Remy's business.

Remy was not smiling to himself either.

…Whatever.

~~~~~notes~~~~~

For anyone who was wondering, Virgil 100% knows what he's doing when it comes to puppy dog eyes. He was raised by Patton Can't-say-no-to-cute Sanders. And yes. He does use this for evil.

#new big brother #brain dead writes #sanders sides #fan fiction #patton sanders #remy sanders #virgil sanders #child! virgil #janus sanders #trans! janus #roman sanders #remus sanders

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tails89 · 4 years ago

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Fandom: Teen Wolf Word count: 1289 Read on AO3

“You will not believe what just happened to me,” Stiles whines, bursting in through the front door and dropping down onto the couch beside Derek. Kicking off his shoes, he throws his feet up to hang over the armrest and slumps backwards into the cushions.

Derek doesn’t move—just glances around the pages of his book muttering under his breath, “Hey Derek. Nice to see you Derek. Can I come in? Sure Stiles, make yourself at home.”

“Pfft, this isn’t about you,” Stiles grins, flapping his hand at Derek. “Actually-” he sits up suddenly, pulling in his legs to cross them underneath himself. “It is. Do you know what Mrs Davidson said to me today?”

“Let me guess.” Derek throws one arm across the back of the couch. “She said, ‘here comes trouble’?”

“Uh, no.” Stiles rolls his eyes. “She asked me-” He lets his voice go high and reedy in a poor imitation of his elderly neighbour. “’What’s a nice boy like Derek Hale is doing with a boy like you?’ Which, first of all—rude! Second of all, me corrupt you?”

“Yeah, where on earth would she get that idea?” Derek asks, finally giving up on his book and slipping an old receipt into the pages to mark his spot.

“Hey, I am an upstanding young citizen,” Stiles argues, flopping back, his head pillowed against Derek’s thigh. “I am a pillar of this community. I mould the young minds of Beacon Hills.”

Derek barks out a laugh. “Who thought that was a good idea?”

Rolling over onto his stomach, Stiles steadies himself on one elbow and uses the other hand to poke Derek in the leg. “You sir, have everyone one tricked into thinking you’re Mr Deputy Goody-two-shoes, but I know the real you.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, and I know who of the two of us dug up Mrs Davidson’s daffodils, and it wasn’t me.”

“That was an accident and you promised not to bring that up again.”

“Well I’m a lying liar who lies.”

With a quick shove, Derek sends Stiles tumbling onto the floor and stands, moving for the kitchen. “And that’s why your neighbour thinks you’re corrupting me. You staying for dinner?”

“Yup, you making spaghetti?” Stiles asks, following Derek into the kitchen and hopping up onto the counter to watch him start pulling things from the fridge. He swings his legs, knocking his heels against the cabinet doors. “I distinctly remember you promising to make your Dad’s famous spaghetti if I made it through parent-teacher week without murdering anyone.”

“What does she even mean by that, anyway?” Stiles asks around a mouthful of pasta, his next forkful hovering halfway to his mouth.

Derek waits, tearing off another slice of garlic bread, for Stiles to explain his logic jump.

“Who?” He prompts, when the explanation never comes.

“Mrs Davidson,” Stiles tells him, like it was an obvious connection to make. “Why does she think we’re together?”

Shrugging, Derek uses his garlic bread to mop up the last of the bolognaise sauce. “We hang out a lot,” he says. “You’re either over here or I’m over at your place. It’s not an unreasonable assumption to make.” He pops the bread into his mouth and reaches for Stiles’ now empty bowl.

“I got it.” Stiles waves him off. “You cooked; I can clean up.” He stands, stacking the empty bowls on top of each other. “I’ll get the icecream if you queue up the next episode of Narcos.”

“I’ll be right back,” Stiles says suddenly. “Don’t let the next episode start.”

He disappears from the living room and Derek takes the opportunity to stretch out on the couch. It’s getting late, but the last episode had ended on a cliffhanger so there’s no way they can leave it there.

Reaching for the remote, Derek checks how many episodes are left—three. Tomorrow’s Saturday, so Stiles is off and Derek’s on a late shift so they can probably finish the season before calling it a night.

“You’re in my spot,” Stiles says, shuffling back into the room.

“It’s my couch,” Derek says, making a show of getting comfortable. “I think you’ll find it’s all my spot.”

Stiles slaps jokingly at his legs until Derek lifts them, dropping them down into Stiles’ lap once the human is sitting again.

“You’re such a couch hog,” Stiles complains, but he doesn’t push Derek’s sock-clad feet away. Instead, he stretches out with his own legs up on the coffee table. “You know, I only come over here when Dad’s on the late shift.”

Derek’s finger hovers over the button on the remote but he doesn’t press play. “I know.” And it’s true, because when the Sheriff is home, Derek’s usually over at the Stilinski house with them.

“I just- do other people think we’re dating?” Stiles asks. “Like is this a widespread thing or is it just my neighbour? Do you think my dad thinks we’re dating?”

“I think you’re overthinking this,” Derek says, nudging Stiles’ leg with his foot. “Can I hit play now?” He doesn’t wait for Stiles to respond and the title card of the next episode flashes up on the TV.

“Hey, what time is it?” Stiles mumbles, rubbing his fists into his eyes.

Onscreen, Netflix is playing a trailer for another show, but Derek hits the power button on the remote to shut the TV off. Picking up his cellphone, the bright light almost blinds them both as Derek checks the time.

“Late.”

“Ugh.” Stiles mashes his face into the space between the back of the couch and Derek’s leg. “I’m getting too old for this,” he complains. “I’m feel like an old man— gotta be in bed by nine or face the consequences.”

“And all at the ripe old age of twenty-five,” Derek jokes, shifting to give Stiles more room to faceplant into the cushions.

“You don’t understand.” Stiles looks up. “You and your youthful werewolf body will never know my pain. My knees creak now Der, they creak.” He buries his face again, and Derek only just catches his mumbled. “They tell me when it’s gonna rain.”

“It’s a useful skill,” Derek tells him, laughing when Stiles flips him off. “Come on, it’s late. You can crash here.” He lets Stiles use the bathroom first, stacking their icecream bowls into the dishwasher while Stiles brushes his teeth.

“Did I leave any clothes here last time?” Stiles asks, sticking his head out of the bedroom door. Jeans don’t make for particularly comfortable pyjamas and it’s too cold to sleep in his boxers.

“Bottom drawer,” Derek calls back over his shoulder.

“Found them.”

Turning off the kitchen light, Derek heads to his bedroom. He’d spent the afternoon lounging around in his sweats so after brushing his teeth he goes straight to bed, climbing into the sheets and rolling over onto his side.

He’s comfortable and warm, drifting right on the precipice of sleep.

“Oh my god!” Stiles lurches upright on the bed, almost elbowing Derek in the gut with his flailing. “We are totally dating.” Even in the dark Derek can see his dumbfounded expression. “How could you not tell me we were dating?”

“Knew you’d figure it out eventually,” Derek mumbles, tangling his fingers in Stiles’ and pulling him back down.

Stiles goes willingly, shifting back so that he’s pressed against Derek’s chest.

“It’s just— all this time we could have been doing… I dunno, boyfriend stuff.”

“We were.”

“Other boyfriend stuff.” Stiles rolls in Derek’s arms so that he’s facing the werewolf. “Like, kissing boyfriend stuff.”

Derek’s laugh is a warm puff that ruffles Stiles’ hair. “We have so much time for ‘boyfriend stuff’” He presses his lips against Stiles’ temple. “In the morning.”

#sterek #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #eternal sterek #teenwolffanfic

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trashcanwrites · 4 years ago

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📺┊ Watching Kids Shows with the Haikyuu Boys!

► Oikawa Tooru, Tsukishima Kei, Hinata Shouyo, Bokuto Koutaro, Tendou Satori ft. Hinata Natsu (GN! Reader)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: I left one or two swear words? Other wise there is none ❤️

『♚ Will's Message』 ▸ Heya!! Here's some headcanons I thought about when me and my sisters were listening to Sofia the First and Barney soundtrack 👁️👄👁️ Hope you guys enjoy! ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

This boi just barged into your house saying he wanted to watch Sofia the First with you—

Well I mean you couldn't complain cuz Sofia the First is amazing 🤩

The both of you were just chilling on the floor cuz the couch is for the weak 😤

Once the intro starts playing the both of you guys just start screaming the lyrics

The both of you sound like hyenas dying from being strangled I swear 👁️👄👁️

Like the your neighbors are lowkey higkey concerned

Whenever a character would start singing y'all would start singing too

But the thing is when one of you forgets the lyrics one of you starts singing gibberish

Then the other one starts to get confused cuz like wtf you singing??

The both of you would also start dancing too

Like he's the prince and you're some exaggerated elegant af royal ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

He would definitely kiss you hand—

But that's about the only part he's good at cuz the two of you would just step on each others feet and stumble

Oh to be a good dancer 😭

Oikawa's favorite character is probably Amber you can't change my mind

The two of you would argue who's best girl I swear

It's like a war zone when you argue about it you guys will make up eventually

After the marathon the two of you would just eventually fall asleep on the floor after talking about your favorite episode ❤️

You were bored out of your mind so, you went to Tsukki's house to hang

You were feeling nostalgic so...

You forced him to watch Barney with you.

You know how Tsukki likes dinosaurs???

Well he doesn't like this one

Cuz he says Barney's just some 'discount dinosaur'

Probably that one show his parents made him watch as a kid but he didn't wanna cuz he thinks Barney's 'fake' I mean he technically is

I never really thought Barney was a dinosaur as a kid either, I only found out when I was 8

While Tsukki was watching it he looked so... Disgusted

And the fact that you were playing along with the show makes him cringe even harder— 💀💀

Tsukki be like: Why am I with a five year old??

He didn't even know why he let you watch BARNEY FRIGGIN BARNEY at his house when he could have easily said no 🤡🤡

He just wanted the torture to be over

Just when the show was about to end and he could rest easy, the song started to play

And you just started to sing along with it, you even came up to Tsukki to hug him I— 😭✋🏼

🎶 I loVe yOU, YoU LovE mE 🎶 ⊂(・▽・⊂)

He stood up and shoved your face away before you could do it cuz he's had enough of your shit today 🙃

After that you felt bad for him putting up with your idiocracy so you promised to do whatever he wanted

You best bet it was some sort of mental torture equal to the one you put him through—

Natsu said she wanted to watch a show with y'all 🥺🥺🥺

So you did

She picked Winnie the Pooh

I swear it's probably her favorite cartoon—

Bby Natsu wanted to sit next to you while you hugged her 💕

While big bro Shoyou sat in next to you!!

Lmao Hinata would probably get so bored, he doesn't like Winnie the Pooh apparently 😔

But he tries his best for his sister

His favorite episode was the one where Pooh got stuck in Rabbit's 'door' so they had to pull him out

But then when they did pull him out he got stuck in a hole in a tree filled with bees 👁️👄👁️

It made Hinata laugh his ass of

He said it reminds him of Kageyama??

And Natsu was laughing too cuz if her big bro is happy she is too and you just sitting there giggling holding Natsu

Bruh I swear the Hinata siblings are next level wholesome

Natsu would definitely have a crush on Christopher Robin 😤

Like whenever he shows up on screen she would blush and just look at her dream guy 💘

Hinata probably doesn't notice or know cuz he's dense LOL

But you do 👀

Once the marathon is over you told Natsu about what you found out—

LMAO SHE FREAKED OUT AND MADE YOU PROMISE NOT TO TELL

You just smiled at her...

THEN YOU STARTED RUNNING TO HINATA

Natsu was chasing after you telling you not to do it

But then Hinata heard and he was like: w h a t ?

Natsu tried to ignore you for the rest of the day while Hinata went up to you to complain about it 😌

Bo was hyper today you asked him to watch Scooby Doo with you to calm him down ❤️

He is so determined to solve the mystery

You guys bet on who's the culprit

Lmao Bokuto would defend his choice so much

Like he would give a lot of random reasons as to why he chose them 👁️👄👁️

And you would just be like no

Then he would just argue even more

When you guess right he just pouts at you and looks away

If he's right he does a little victory HEY HEY HEY like he's all happy and jumpy

The loser has to put hot sauce onto whatever they were eating, they eat the food at the end of the marathon

You were the one who picked the consequences for the bet—

While y'all were watching the both of you were just screaming like wtf

The screams aren't even cuz your scared it's just cuz whenever there's a new clue both of your big brains theorize who's the culprit

And then the two of you just shout what you guys thinks gonna happen and there would be some sort of debate 🙃

Bo's favorite character is Shaggy 🥰 I dunno why I just get the feeling

In the end the two of you had to eat the food you guys filled with hot sauce

It looks red af btw

Bokuto just straight up ate it all like it was so fast

And you were looking at him like ಠ_ಠ

You ate yours and your mouth was on fire—

You had to drink gallons of water cuz there wasn't any milk 😔

Someone reserve the bathroom because one of you two would probably blow any minute now—

Bo rushed in first

But then you had to go in too so you did the little pee pee dance outside while you were waiting

Overall 100/10 would do again 😌

You and Tendou planned to hang and watch a show

It was your turn to pick a so you chose Teletubbies—

Tendou went 😊 to ☹️

Like he was just so happy when you came and the you tell him your watching TELETUBBIES with HIM

He just wanted you to watch it alone at this point

But y'all promise to hang so he let you watch it 😤😤

The whole time you two were watching he was just complaining about how obvious their questions were

He's just there arguing at a tv know it won't respond to him at all

You just stare at him like 👁️👄👁️

He was so annoyed lmao

Then you would tell him it's a kids show

But then he's like: then why are we watching this?

It's for nostalgia purposes I swear

It's not like you purposely picked it to mess with him or anything

The mans kept pestering you to watch something else cuz he just can't take this torture 😭

He really doesn't like the Sun

He says it looks weird, why would you put an actual baby's face as the sun??

It laughs and everything

At one point he just had enough and grabbed two pillows and shoved it in between his head

He didn't wanna hear any of it anymore HAHAHAHHAHA

He even went as far as to constantly poke your face and tell you to 'make it stop'

In the end you two didn't finish it cuz he was complaining a lot and you two ended up watching Don't Breathe 😔

I lowkey was scared of Teletubbies as a kid

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heyheydidjaknow · 4 years ago

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Okay, so the official update deadline for me is now every Sunday before I sleep. This is the second part. If the formatting is off, I apologize. Also, if you want to read the first bit, the link’s at the bottom. And the third one. I know there’s a way to make it so that touching on underlined text or something links you to the link, but I dunno how to do that.

Chapter 2

Surprisingly enough, the easiest one to convince of your legitimacy is Hamato Yoshi.

As soon as you walk into the lair, all you have to say to Ratman is that his daughter “was” named Miwa (obviously, dropping a bombshell like, “Your daughter is alive,” is somewhat bad form) and that he was going to give her a fan/knife thing, and he is convinced. Maybe it is to do with his natural compassion and/or naivety, but it allows you the option to sleep on the couch and not have to wander around to find exactly where the hell that address is.

You pull your knees to your chest as you stare blankly at the dead television screen, mind wandering as you listen to the accumulative sounds of the others. You are used to being awake at ungodly hours, of course, but typically they are spent alone; this is an uncommon occurrence. Now, anyways, you wish you had a way of contacting people. You already feel homesickness writhe around in your stomach, and your dread for what is going to happen next is outmatched by your gnawing curiosity regarding the fate of your family in the fire. Of course, you know their chances for survival was close to none, but—

“Y/N?”

You almost jump out of your skin, having not noticed the sinking of the couch next to you. You look over at the speaker, relaxing slightly. You put your hand on your chest. “Sorry,” you breath to Donatello as you try to calm your beating heart. “I uh, kinda zoned out.”

“It’s alright.” His posture is awfully stiff. “I just figured—ya know, since we’re going to be interacting more—we should uh, get to know each other a bit.”

You nod as you stretch your legs back out. “Sounds like a plan.” You turn your body to face him, shaking a little from the start but getting over it relatively quickly. “Oh, by the by, you’re the one that can kill me with your bare hands. You can and should relax.”

He rubs the back of his neck. “Was it that obvious?”

“A little,” you shrug. “But, in your defense,” you smile playfully, “if some random bitch walked up to me and started telling me every detail of my past, I’d be hesitant to get too friendly too.”

“Oh, it’s not that!” He put his hands up, talking oddly quickly. “It’s just that you’re the first human I’ve ever met, and really the only person I’ve ever really talked to that isn’t one of my brothers or Splinter—”

A memory slaps you across the face. “Oh! Right!” You grab his hands, making sure his full attention was on you. “I gotta tell you something really important.”

He went red. “W-what?”

“I don’t think it’s wise to tell you outright exactly what’s going to happen,” you start, impulsively running your thumb over one of his knuckles, “but if you run into a triceratops man, or if you hear about a triceratops man, you have to kill him immediately.”

“I- huh?”

“Three or so episodes before the season three finale,” you repeat, “you or someone else is going to run into a triceratops man, who you have to kill. If you let him live, the world as you know it will be destroyed and sucked into a black hole.”

“Black hole?” He blinks. “So, in a few months, we—what?”

“Well, they call it a black hole, anyways.” You roll your eyes. “It’s pretty weak sauce for a black hole. I’d hasten to call it more than a portal, but, I guess, technically, it’s a black hole.”

“You seem to know quite a bit about this sort of thing.” He smiles awkwardly. “You know, for someone who just kinda popped out of the blue.”

“Well, yeah.” You smile back. “People like you inspire me to learn more about how the world around me works.”

His pupils dilate, and he breaks eye contact. “Wait, but you said that we had at least until the season five finale, right?” You feel his thumb wrap around yours slightly. “If that’s the case, how can a black hole destroy our world? We’d die with it, wouldn’t we?”

“See, you would think that.” You shrug, letting his hands fall between you two. “But the show is already playing fast and loose with science in general, so.”

“I am legitimately so confused right now.”

You sigh, patting him on the shoulder. “Me too, buddy.”

“I just—“

“Honey.” You stifle a giggle. “No combination of words will make any of this make any more sense than it already does.”

“I know, but—“

“Listen, if you ask me any more questions, we’ll start having to deal with more time travel bullshit then we’ll already have to.”

He sighs. “Okay, I’m dropping it.”

You nod, already feeling the sting of guilt. “But, hey,” you nudge with your shoulder teasingly, “if it makes you feel any better, you definitely got the most sugar than your brothers.”

He blinks. “What does that have anything to do with that?”

“Compensation? I dunno.” You pull your legs under you. “Just trying to make up for the fact that it’s really not a good idea for me to give out too much info about an uncertain future.”

There is an awkward pause.

“So,” Donatello asks gently, “if you don’t mind me asking, you said you died, right?”

You nod.

“So, uh, how did you…?”

“House fire.”

He blinks. “You… you remember—?”

“Yup.” You chuckle tightly. “Every excruciating detail.”

He tenses slightly. “I’m sorry.”

You sigh. “Don’t be. Not your fault.” ‘My fault, actually.’

He rests his head on his hand. After a pause, “Do you know, then?”

“Know what?”

“You know, what happens after.”

You shake your head. “I blacked out and now I’m here. I’m guessing you don’t run into a ton of people like me.”

He cracks a smile. “I don’t really run into a ton of people period.”

You try to help lighten this stifling mod you have created. “Well, I’m glad your first introduction to humanity proper is through some psycho pseudo-Cassandra.”

“Less Cassandra and more just general prophet.” He grins. “If Raph believes you enough to go off the handle—well, I guess that’s just Raph in general.”

You chuckle. “Hey,” you whine teasingly, “lay off your brother. Obviously he’s a very levelheaded man.”

“Totally.” He rolls his eyes good naturedly. “Cool as a cucumber, that guy.”

“Speaking of, where is everyone?” You look around the noticeably empty living room.

“Sleeping, probably. I tend to stay up later than they do.”

“And why’s that, Bill Nye?”

He shrugs. “It’s easier to work when people aren’t asking for help with things.”

“That is very fair.” You close your eyes as you lean against the back of the couch. “I must say, I’m not envious of your position.”

You hear him shift closer. “Why’s that?”

“If you don’t already, you’re probably—at least, from what I’ve seen,” you clarify. “Well, it seems like, sometimes, you have the world on your shoulders. It can’t be a good feeling.”

A pause. “I guess you could say that, yeah.”

You stretch upwards. “But” you continue, moaning softly as you feel your muscles crack, “if it makes you feel any better, I have—or at least had— access to the internet. I will gladly explain google.”

He clears his throat. “The internet search engine or the number?”

You grin. “Either or, although I would most certainly lose track if my zeros halfway through at best.”

He laughs. “It took me so long to figure out how to say it,” he sighs, “The trick is to just say zero for a long time and eventually just kinda zone out. You can really just stop after fifty and people won’t notice.”

“See,” you open your eyes, wrapping an arm around his shoulder—he certainly stiffened up quick— “that is why I like you, Donnie. You always know the score.”

He relaxes quickly. His speech is slurred a little. “You like me?”

“Hell yeah I do!” Your voice is noticeably lighter than it was before, more relaxed. “You are totally awesome, if you’ll pardon my candor.”

“N-not at all!” He smiled bashfully. “I’m flattered, really. I just—I’m surprised is all. I didn’t think you’d—uh—_like_ someone like me.”

“What? Why?” You are, apparently, extremely dense. “You’re the coolest guy ever!”

“Well, I’m not really a guy.”

“Wait, is this the whole turtle thing again?” You roll your eyes, leaning into him as you close them. “Dude, legitimately? I don’t care.”

His voice softened. “You what?”

“I don’t care. You’re smart, reliable, funny… I mean, what isn’t there to appreciate?” ‘I didn’t expect him to feel warm.’ “If I’m being honest,” you shrug in an attempt to stay casual, “and, if you promise not to give me shit—”

“I won’t,” he promises, almost eagerly.

You smile. “I will admit that I had a thing for you, along with many other people where I’m from. Fictional crush, you know.”

“You’re joking,” he challenges.

“Scout’s honor.” You raise your right hand, already starting to zone out. ‘Really warm…’

“You’re serious?”

You hum in confirmation. “I don’t…” You yawn, the weight of the incredible stress admittedly starting to take its toll. “I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable after what I just said,” you mumble, curling into him, admittedly not in your right mind, “but do you mind staying here until I fall asleep? Sup… surprisingly enough, you are ridiculously warm and comfortable and warm.”

He tenses up a little, but slowly wraps an arm around your shoulder. “Yeah. I’ve got nothing better to do.” His voice is gentle, soft.

“I owe you cupcakes.” You nod off.

You could tell you boosted his confidence if only a little bit. He stood taller the next night; admittedly, you feel a sense of pride at his pride. At least, it makes up for the verbal abuse from his brothers when they find you asleep together.

As you walk down the street that next night with Donnie shadowing you, you consider the pros and cons of revealing more about what you know; although there were certainly more items for pro, the chaos theory was sort of a big deal, and, knowing the reputation of this franchise and its post-apocalyptic bullshit, the last thing you need is to tempt fate. Still, something about this felt wrong, like not telling someone to get out of the way of a moving car. ‘Wish I were Cassandra,’ you think bitterly. ‘At least I wouldn’t feel bad.’

You stop in front of the offending building. ‘Finally.’ You look around for your chaperone and, after not seeing him— ‘Fucking ninjas, man.’—sigh and give in. “Good night,” you said to the open air.

You look back at the door, startled to see someone looking back at you. ‘You are fucking with me right now.’ You wave awkwardly as the man holds the door open for you. You step inside the building, making a beeline for the elevator. ‘A doorman? Really?’ The lobby was entirely too hotelish for your liking, the warm lighting bouncing off the smooth tile cleanly. ‘How much is this place, anyways? It’s fucking New York.’ You press one of the buttons. ‘If I’m the one paying rent, I am royally fucked.’

Somehow, via some sort of divine intervention, you find the apartment. You take the key out of your pocket— ‘Note to self: scavenge up enough money for a keychain.’—and stepped inside.

The apartment made you do a double take. It is so… familiar. Nicer than usual, more polished, yet somehow exactly how you’ would have used the space. The floors are hardwood, the walls painted a relatively neutral color that is easy on the eyes. As soon as you enter, you see the kitchen to your left; small, but considering it is only you, it would be perfect. To your left, down a short hall, is a bathroom—bright white surfaces with black countertops. And in the only other room in the apartment, in front of you, is a bed, a couch, some chairs, a table, a chest of drawers, a closet, a television, and a coffee table with a phone and an envelope on it.

You walk over to a large window overlooking the street, shutting it and sitting down on the couch. You pick up the letter first, carefully breaking its seal and pulling out a note and a card. Your heart leaps as you see your name in white lettering. ‘Well, having a credit card doesn’t sound too bad.’ You place it back onto the table as you start reading.

“Dear Y/N L/N:

We understand that the transition between your previous life and this one may be difficult, and we at The TIS are more than happy to provide for you and your needs during this transition period. Your questions are likely numerous. That is the purpose of this document, to address any concerns you may have.

Finances/Personal Belongings: The most noted concern of those just beginning in our program is to do with housing. We understand that it is incredibly important to the mental health of our members to have relatively stable housing, especially considering the strange, new environment they have been thrown into. Your residence is paid for by the TIS. All necessary emergency services (repair costs of any sort, medical bills, phone bills, etc.) and any utilities that may be included in said residence are also covered by this plan. In addition, your TIS assigned debit card will receive a daily balance of $300 (balance will change with inflation), which can be used at your discretion. Your residence has been pre-furnished to what our experts believe to be your taste, and your refrigerator and cupboards are filled with a variety of raw food items. Silverware, crockery and cookware has also been included. You have also been provided with various detergents and whatever hygiene products you used before your transition. These things will be replenished biweekly unless, for whatever reason, you start using different food/hygiene products. In this event, your inventory will be adjusted accordingly.

You are currently in position of one (1) weeks’ worth of clothing, including any undergarments applicable, which includes 7 pairs of pants and 7 shirts taken from your wardrobe, along with any clothing you are currently wearing.

Cell Phone: Your TIS assigned cell phone is, practically speaking, identical to your previous device. Any streaming services you were previously subscribed to, along with any you may decide to subscribe to, are covered by the TIS. Your login information is included with your banking/personal information, all of which is included in this envelope. If you wish to upgrade your phone as the years go by, or if you wish to purchase a second device, these log ins will still be available to you, although you will be required to purchase any additional software/electronics through our website: www.TISShop.org/FU. A charging cord and block are located by your bed. We recommend purchasing a case for your device.

Please note that all websites/services/apps previously available to you are also available via TIS approved electronic devices.

Employment: Employment has not been taken the TIS. We do not offer employment, although minors have been provided with a permit in the event that you chose to enter the workforce. If you choose to enter the workforce, aid will continue to be provided.

Enrollment: All minors are required by the TIS to enroll in their local school. Any documents required are provided in this envelope. If you are currently attending a college/university, or are thinking of enrolling/reenrolling, any credits you have accumulated will be transferred to whatever college/university you choose to attend. If you are currently a minor considering attending college, your funds will be provided by the TIS if applicable.

Identification: Any websites/services/products that are age restricted will be available to you, regardless of age.

Death: We at the TIS assure you that unnatural death, in your current situation, is not a matter that you need concern yourself with. While it is certainly possible to die, it is extremely unlikely, and we have the policy in place in the event of your death.

We at the TIS are aware of your awareness of the place you are now in. We wish to stress the importance consuming any media associated with the world in which you find yourself. If you gain nothing from this letter, please remember that we at the TIS are here for you, if only indirectly.

We wish you luck.”

The letter ends there. You check the envelope to see the other documents listed.

You stand up, picking up your new phone and laying down on the bed. You are left reeling from the little information you have been given. ‘So I was brought here. Well,’ you sigh, closing your eyes, ‘I guess I already knew that, but…’

You start scrolling through your device. Everything is still there, except for your contacts. You try to call what numbers you had memorized; they are apparently invalid.

You curl into a fetal position, clutching onto your jacket. “Well,” you mumble to yourself almost bitterly, “at least I know I won’t starve to death.” You decide against even turning the lights off as you hug yourself tightly. “This,” you decide, “is going to majorly suck.”

You nod off, already dreaming of smoke.

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impala666 · 4 years ago

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The One Where Underdog Get’s Away Part Four: Yes The Cartoon!

Finally you guys! I know I got a little uninspired by this series for a little while, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to pick it up since I had kind of lost my writing touch. But I looked at it the other day and I never realized how much people actually like it, plus 2020 has made me want to escape the world and go into my Friends rewrite world. So here we are, the last part of the first Thanksgiving episode!!!!

Friends Rewrite (masterlist) Previous Part (Part Three)

It was officially the day all of you had been looking forward to, well at least most of you. It was finally Thanksgiving day and Monica was working on mostly everything in the kitchen except for Phoebe who was helping with the pies, Ross who was supposed to be helping with something instead he just sat there moping, you helped with the dishes, Joey was just going through Monica’s fridge which was nothing new, and last but not least Chandler was standing close to the door while he silently mocked all of you participating in this holiday. He mostly couldn’t understand why you were celebrating Thanksgiving, you were there when your parents delivered the news that they were getting divorced. Chandler never understood your fascination with holiday’s, but you did always seem to be in a bit of a better mood when they came around. “Mmm, looking good,” Monica announced her progres to all of us. “Cider’s mulling, turkey’s turking, yams are yamming. What?” She finally asked in annoyance at her brother after she finally turned around and saw his very long face.

“I don’t know. It’s just not the same without mom in the kitchen.” Ross complained. But it seemed like Monica had had enough of Ross being a Negative Nelly.

“Alright, that’s it, get out of my way and stop annoying me.” She yelled at him.

“Oh, that’s closer,” Ross smiled and pointed at Monica as her actions were starting to remind him of one Mrs. Geller.

“I got the tickets!” Rachel yelled as she ran into the apartment. After you set the sink to drain after the last dish, you turned around and smiled at her excitement. “Five hours from now, shoop, shoop, shoop.” Rachels did her annoying imitation of skiing.

“Oh you must stop shooping.” Chandler begged as he smiled at her.

“I’m gonna go get my stuff.” She announced to all of you as she made her way to her room.

“Chandler, will you just come in already?” You asked your big brother as you made your way to the center of the kitchen to wrap an arm around Joey’s waist.

“Oh, no thank you. I prefer to keep a safe distance from all this merriment.” You couldn’t help but hate when Chandler got this way, even though you couldn’t completely judge him, you were the exact same way last year when you had to spend Thanksgiving all along. But this year the both of you actually had people that cared about you to celebrate with , how could he not feel it? But instead of saying anything mature you just dropped your voice to a deep whisper and mocked everything that he just said.

“Look out! Incoming pumpkin pie!” Phoebe announced before she made a fake plane sound as she brought the pie in for a landing, clearly trying to defuse some of the tension that you and Chandler were letting leak into the room and in front of your friends who were just trying to enjoy their holiday.

“Okay, we all laughed when you did with the stuffing, but that’s not funny anymore.” Chandler told her while bringing the mood down again before he finally took the door handle and closed it behind him as he walked out into the hall to go to his own apartment.

“Monica, I got a question, I don’t see any tater tots.” Joey mentioned after he rubbed your back to make sure you were okay before turning around to your chef friend. Monica and you shared a smile before she turned and gave Joey a knowing look.

“That’s not a question,” she told him before looking back down at what she was stirring.

“My mom always makes them.” Joey started whining from the thanksgiving food that he wouldn’t get to have this year. “It’s a tradition. You get a little turkey on your fork, a little cranberry sauce, and a tot!” Joey exclaimed. Of course you couldn’t help but feel bad that your boyfriend couldn’t go to his family’s for thanksgiving because of the AD that they saw their son in, but you also knew that Joey was being a little unfair to Monica. “I mean, it’s bad enough that I can’t be with my family because of my disease.” Joey slumped down into a chair at the table with his chin in his hand trying to win her over. While you loved him there was a part of you that couldn’t help but roll your eyes a little.

“Alright, tonights potatoes will come in the form of lumps and in the form of tots.” Monica smiled when she heard the boys stop complaining and put smiles on their faces instead.

“Yes,” the boys cheered silently.

“You know Mon, you really don’t have to make the tots. You’re already doing so much already,” but before you could finish your sentence you felt a hand come up from behind you and put it over your mouth before you could finish speaking.

“No, no, she’s wrong. We gotta have the tots.” Joey managed to say for you.

“It’s fine, Y/N, I just want everyone to be happy.” Monica brushed you off while you softly pinched Joey on the shoulder for what he had done.

“Alright, I’m off to talk to my unborn child.” Ross announced as he rose from his chair as he took his coat with him. Before he stepped away though he tried to take a bit of the stuffing that Monica was mixing in a bowl, but it seemed he had been caught when she yelled at him and batted his hand away. “Okay, mom never hit.” He pointed out before strutting to the door and shutting it behind him as he left.

“Okay, all done,” Phoebe cheered as she removed the mixers from the potatoes. You couldn’t help but cringe at the mistake she made before Monica could notice it as you took the chair at the table next to Joey.

“Phoebe, did you whip the pot,” Monica’s face went to disappointment when she saw the beaters. “Ross needs lumps!” She cried as she took the pot of potatoes from Phoeber.

“Well, I thought we could have them whipped and then add some peas and onions.” Phoebe said while she not so subtly asked for another way to make the potatoes in a way that was meaningful to her.

“Why would we do that?” Monica asked her.

“ ‘Cause then they’d be the way my mom used to make it, you know, before she died.” She told her while giving Monica the puppy dog look.

“Okay,” Monica huffed as she moved Phoebe out of her way. “Three kinds of potatoes coming up.”

“But Monica,” you started but were immediately being cut off by her yelling at you not to say anything which made you shut up right away. You and Joey couldn’t help but looked at each other with bashful faces from what you had done.

“Okay, goodbye, you guys,” Rachel beamed as she walked out of her room with her luggage and her skis in her hands. “Thanks for everything.” Her smile fell when one of her bags accidentally knocked something on the table next to the couch, and when she turned around to look and see what it was she forgot that she was holding her skis and turned to quickly, without realizing that she hit Joey in the head before it was too late.

“Are you okay?” You immediately asked him as Rachel started profusely apologizing to him as Joey made sure to let both of you know that he was fine and that it was no big deal.

“The most unbelievable thing just happened!” Chandler cheered as he bared his way into Monica and Rachel’s scaring you all just a little bit. “Underdog has gotten away.”

“The balloon?” Joey wondered.

“No, the actual cartoon character.” Chandler sarcastically answered.

“Chandler,” you just stared at him unamused. “Come on.”

“Of course the balloon. It’s all over the news. Right before he reaches Macy’s, he broke free and was spotted over Washington Square Park. I’m going to the roof, who’s with me.” Chandler declared so that he could try and get a glimpse of this giant balloon. Of course you were gonna go but you could feel yourself being taken by your hand and almost dragged behind Joey toward the door.

“I can’t, I gotta go!” Rachel warned everyone even though all of you knew that she would want to see the balloon too.

“Come on, and 80 foot inflatable dog loose over the city?” Chandler tried to get her to see it from his perspective.

“How often does that happen?” You wandered along with him.

“Almost never,” Phoebe answered for you as she softly nudged you on your back for you to go through the door so all of you could run up the stairs. But what no one heard, was Monica asking Rachel if she had the keys before Monica promptly slammed the door shut.

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“That was awesome!” You exclaimed as you lead everyone’s way down the stairs.

“I know! I loved the giant dog shadow over the park.” Rachel agreed with you at how weird the situation was that all of you just saw unfold.

“Yeah, but did they have to shoot him down? That was just mean.” You couldn’t help but smile at the little sentence that came out of Phoebe’s mouth made her sound so innocent, it even made a little giggle come out of you as you waited for Rachel to open the door.

“Okay, the turkey should be crispy on the outside and juicy on the inside.” Monica smiled at the thought of the delicious sounding turkey that was sitting all for you on the other side of that door. “Why are we standing here?” She asked when nothing happened and no one was moving anywhere, all of us were just standing in the hallway looking at each other.

“We’re waiting for you to open the door, you’ve got the keys.” Rachel said to her.

“No, I don’t.” Monica stared at her roommate.

“Yes you do. When we left you said, “got the keys.” Rachel said, explaining her side of things. While you, Joey, and Chandler stood by your apartment door watching all of this unfold.

“No, I asked, “Got the ke’eys?” Monica changed her pitch to let Rachel know that at the time she was actually asking a question.

“No, no, no you said, “got the keys.” Rachel was sticking to what she thought she heard, but all you could tell was that were getting a slight headache from this argument that just seemed to go around in circles, so to hide from the confrontation you just decided to lean against Joey’s chest as he kissed the top of your head while you waited for the girls to figure out what they were doing.

“Either of you have the keys?” Chandler asked the both of them as he leaned on Joey as well, and was of course mocking Rachel and Monica as he asked them. Which made Monica freak out and try the door knob.

“The oven is on!” She yelled worried about the turkey and of course the apartment.

“I’ve gotta get my ticket.” Rachel also added when she remembered the flight that she was supposed to get on for the family trip you all pitched in for.

“Oh wait, wait, we have a copy of your key.” Joey just now realized.

“Well get it, get it!” Monica begged the three of you.

“That tone won’t make me go any faster,” Joey warned as he tried to get her to calm down.

“Joey!” You yelled trying to get him to realize that you all were kind of crunched for time as you pointed your finger at him.

“That one will,” Joey’s face turned to a scared one when he saw the serious look on your face before turning around and running into the apartment to get the drawer with all of the keys that he and Chandler had collected over the years.

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All of you were waiting for Joey to find the right key to the door, which apparently took about a thousand keys and he still hadn’t found the right one. “Can you go any faster with that?” Monica asked Joey as she walked up to him.

“I got one key hole and a zillion keys. You do the math.” Joey told her as he turned around to try another key that turned out to be yet another failure.

“Why do you guys have so many keys in there anyway?” Rachel added in on the yelling as she stepped down from the one she was standing on.

“For an emergency just like this.” Chandler smirked.

“All right, listen smirky.” Rachel growled as she grabbed Chandler by his shirt collar. “If it wasn’t for you and your stupid balloon I would be on a plane watching a woman do this right now, but I’m not.” Rachel added as she did the thing that flight attendants for when they signal the exits on an airplane.

“I swear you said you had the keys.” Monica continued. Oh, my god not again, you rolled your eyes and leaned your head against the wall.

“No I didn’t. I wouldn’t say that unless I had the keys, and I obviously did not have the keys!” This fight was just getting more and more childish when Rachel started jumping up and down and stomping her feet on the floor. You were honestly about to snap at them yourself, but it seemed that Phoebe had had enough as well.

“Alright! That’s enough about the keys, no one say keys.” She yelled at them as the both of you walked over to the roommates to try and calm them down. Finally there was a brief silence that you couldn’t help but let out a content sigh.

“Oh thank god,” you said under your breath. “That was just ridiculous.”

“Why would I have the keys!?” But it seemed neither you or Phoebe were heard, or Monica was just too stubborn to let it go and prove to Rachel that she was right.

“It’s like it never ends.” You and Phoebe just to decided to give up and let them get this over with.

“Aside from your saying you had them?” Rachel fought back at Monica.

“But I didn’t.” Monica answered with again.

“Well you should have.” Rachel rebutted. This was followed with a series of why’s and because’s when neither of them felt like they were at fault her. Phoebe and you shared a looked and just shrugged your shoulders while your brother and Joey did the same thing.

“Why? Because everything is my responsibility? Isn’t it enough that I’m making Thanksgiving dinner for everyone?” Monica started directing her yelling at all of your from how stressed and angry she was getting. “Everyone wants a different kind of potatoes, so I’m making different kinds of potatoes. Does anybody care what kind of potatoes I want? No! No! No!” You couldn’t help but feel like you were being yelled at by your mother, yet you were also very impressed that she was actually standing up for herself. “Just as long as Phoebe gets her peas and onions and Mario gets his tots. And it’s my first Thanksgiving and it’s all burnt and..” the more and more she kept talking the more freaked out that her food was all ruined and the higher her voice got.

“Okay, Monica, only dogs can hear you now.” Chandler said right when Joey finally found the right key to the door.

“Hey,” you pointed out to her. “The door’s open.”

“Oh God,” she exclaimed as we all ran into the apartment to find that there was smoke everywhere in the kitchen. “Well, turkey’s burnt.” She slammed the bird on the stove top. “Potatoes are ruined. Potatoes are ruined. Potatoes are ruined.” Just then, of course, Ross walked into the room singing and seeming to be in a great mood. That was until he smelled and saw the smoke.

“This doesn’t smell like mom.” Ross complained.

“No, it doesn’t, does it? But you wanted lumps, Ross?” Monica turned around and pulled out that spoon that was now stuck in the solid, burnt, black potatoes. “Well, here you go buddy, you got one!”

“Oh God, this is great! The planes gone, so I guess I’m stuck here with you guys.” Rachel complained about her misfortune as she set the phone down.

“Hey, we all had better plans, okay. This was nobody’s first choice.” You couldn’t really believe what had come out of Joey’s mouth, and you couldn’t help but look at him with furrowed eyebrows and an astonished look on your face. It may not have gone the way anybody planned, but it was the best Thanksgiving you had had in a long, long time. You crossed your arms and sadly turned around when you heard that it was Monica’s turn.

“Oh, really? So why was I busting my ass to make this delicious Thanksgiving dinner?” Monica yelled louder as she pointed to the burnt food behind her. Just then everyone started fighting and while you tried to calm everybody down, everyone was just too heated to listen or hear you. But that was it you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Alright, stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” You yelled at the top of your lungs as you jumped and stomped just trying to get everyone’s attention.

“Now this feels like Thanksgiving.” Chandler smiled at the fighting that was going on, but you weren’t going to have that. You were going to make this Thanksgiving spectacular whether he liked it or not.

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All seven of you were all sitting in your own spots in the room, no one was talking to each other and no one even dared to look at each other. Monica sitting in the arm chair staring at the wall, Ross and Rachel on the couch, you at the table with your head resting on your arms across from Joey and next to Chandler, and Phoebe who was sitting in a chair and staring out of the window and to the neighbors that lived across the street. “Ew!” Phoebe’s exclamation made all of you escape your own thoughts.

“What” Rachel asked her.

“Ugly Naked Guy just took his turkey out of the oven.” Sure it sounded too intriguing, it was just none of you wanted to get up. “Oh, my God. He’s not alone. Ugly Naked Guy is having Thanksgiving dinner with Ugly Naked Gal.” Once Phoebe announced it, it was like none of you could control it anymore. All of you jumped out of your seats and ran to the window just to see what was going on.

“All right, Ugly Naked Guy!” Joey yelled his support right next to you.

“Awe, ugly naked dancing.” It was really cute how two people that were so odd and so comfortable with being naked would make such a cute couple.

“It’s nice that he has someone.” Phoebe, always the one to say what all of you were thinking did it again. And when you looked side to side, from Ross and to Joey to wrapped his arm around your shoulder, you leaned your head on his shoulder as you realized that it was really nice not to be alone for once on a holiday, or ever really. You had six incredible people that cared for you and you cared for them, what else could you ask for. You felt Ross softly pat you on the shoulder before he patted Joey before he finally turned and walked away from the window. Using this opportunity to reach up and peck Joey on the lips before you yourself walked away.

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“Shall I carve?” Chandler asked to your right from the head of the table while he held knives in both hands.

“By all means.” Rachel smiled at him from your left when you both shared a satisfied smile.

“All right,” Chandler agreed as he finally sunk his knives into the many, many stacked grilled cheeses. “Okay, who wants dark cheese and who wants light cheese?” You brother asked as he offered the plate, which you gratefully took from him.

“I don’t even wanna know about the dark cheese.” Ross added to what Chandler made into a joke.

“Does anybody want to split this with me?” Monica asked as she lifted up and sandwich.

“I will,” Joey raised his hand.

“Make a wish.” Phoebe told them so that it could be like your very own wishbone, but it seemed Monica and Joey didn’t understand when they just stared at her.

“You know, Thanksgiving.” You mimicked doing the movements of the wishbone which they got. So then the sandwich was lifted, Monica’s hand on one half, and Joey’s on the other half. Once they pulled apart Phoebe cheered.

“Woohoo, you got the bigger half, what’d you wish for?” She asked him.

“The bigger half,” he gave his honest answer with a straight face. You couldn’t help but rest your chin on your hand and just share a sweet smile with him.

“Alright, I’d like to propose a toast. Little toast here.” Chandler clinked his knife to his wine glass to get everyone’s attention. I know this isn’t exactly the Thanksgiving all of you planned. But for me, this has been really great. You know?” Chandler asked, even though looking down at you, he knew that you knew. “I think because it didn’t involve divorce or projectile vomiting. Anyway, I was just thinking, if you had gone to Vail, or if you had gone to Joey’s parents, or if you guys had been with your family, or if you didn’t have syphilis and stuff. We wouldn’t be all together, you know?” Chandler continued with his speech until he was behind Ross and Joey while all of you had your wine glasses raised. “So I guess what I’m trying to say is that, uh, I’m very thankful that all of your Thanksgivings sucked.” With that we all thanked him as we all reached toward the center of the table and clinked our glasses together before each taking a sip.

“And hey,” Ross got everyone’s attention again. “Here’s to a lousy Christmas.”

“And a crappy New Year.” Rachel had to add before everyone clinked their glasses together again. You couldn’t help but think to yourself that, yep you were definitely going to be okay.

#friends #friends rewrite #Joey Tribbiani #joey tribbiani x reader #sister!bing #bing!reader #chandler bing #ross geller #rachel green #phoebe buffay #monica geller

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ninliane · 5 years ago

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baby on board - osamu miya x reader

summary: you try to tell osamu you’re pregnant as well as atsumu loosing a few years of his life. probs one of my favorite stories :> (also kinda based off modern family episodes)

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“Hey so I’m going down to the restaurant to try and close that deal on the Tokyo branch,” Osamu said grabbing his wallet and phone. “I really need this to work out so I won’t be back until the evening.”

“Yeah, of course. Your brother, his team, and the old team all confirmed for the dinner at seven.” You stated, looking through the cabinets to see if you needed any groceries. As you closed the last one you saw Osamu pacing around the kitchen through the living room, a frown on his face as he looked under the cushions. You sighed, knowing what he was looking for.

You walked up to him, not stopping when picked up his wallet from the kitchen counter and handing it to him. “You left it there two seconds ago.”

“Sorry,” he responded grabbing it out of your hand. “This is a really important meeting and the last thing I need is any more stress. I’ll know their decision soon but I just don’t want anything unexpected to happen today.”

You tensed up at that last part. “Yup nothing unexpected happening,” you held your head high averted your gaze and swallowed.

“See you tonight,” and he left the house.

The thing is you had just found out that you were pregnant two nights ago. You haven’t told anyone yet as you wanted your husband to be the first to find out as he is the father of your child. The night before you had snuck out to buy another test just to confirm it, and again this morning at 4 am to dispose of the test and box before he could find out.

You had planned to tell him today on his birthday but the meeting for long-awaited Tokyo branch had come. That meeting could have gone two ways, he could have it approved making his life-long dream come true along with having a son, or it could get rejected and he could break down or get mad if you told him you two were expecting a child.

You couldn’t blame him, you need to be financially stable to support your family. And since you didn’t have a job at the moment as he insisted he would work, he was the only one supporting you.

Who knows how much one branch could make your family last.

Trying to push the negative thoughts aside for the rest of the morning you try to relax. You eat come of the onigiri’s for lunch, careful about what you put into your body from now on. It was only until you heard the doorbell in the afternoon were you anxious about the meeting. You got up and opened it to see a grinning blond.

“Hiya sis,” Atsumu waved, “Thought ya might need help preparing the birthday dinner.”

You sighed and gave a weak smile. “You’re a lifesaver thank you.”

Atsumu talked aimlessly about his day, his training, and the team as you two cooked in the kitchen. Honestly, you were only half listening as you stirred the pot of sauce, nodding at whatever came out of his mouth due to yourself being anxious.

“So then Omi-kun was all like ‘you’re so lame. my serves are better.’”

“Mhm,”

“And obviously I was upset because Shoyo distracted me from that last serve and messed up my groove,”

“Yeah..”

“But then I read somewhere on the internet that teasing is flirting? Kinda like little boy pulling little girls hair to get her attention. Do you think he-”

“I’m pregnant.”

You finally turn to him with a worried look plastered all over your face, leaving the wooden spoon in the pot. Atsumu’s eyes widened as he gasped and looked at your stomach, “You’re gonna get fat..” he whispered.

You creased your eyebrows as he quickly waved his hands, “I mean, wow.” he looked at you and grinned, “Yer having a baby! Samu’s gonna be a dad,” he then let out another gasp in realization, “I’m gonna be an uncle! Oh my gosh, (y/n)!” he hugged you as you chuckled and held him, finally happy that you told someone.

“Yeah, I’m really excited about it.”

“How did my brother take it?” he asked as he pulled back, his hands on your arms.

You looked sideways and furrowed your brows. “I just confirmed it last night, I haven’t told him yet but I’m planning to do so today, but I’m worried because it all depends on-”

“The meeting,” his eyes widened in realization. “That’s today. Oh, (y/n) it does all depend on that. But don’t worry-!” he said as soon as he saw your face panic. “He’s a respected businessman as well as a smart one,” his phone dinged on the counter as he picked it up. “I’m sure he’ll be fine- oh my god he didn’t get it.” his face went pale as he looked at his phone.

“What?!” you shouted.

“Kita sent me a text, he’s with Aran, they saw him in his restaurant and Samu told them.”

“No, no, no, you have to put him in a good mood now!” you waved your hands up and down.

“(y/n) he didn’t get his branch, is that what you’re-”

“Listen to me, blondie-” you grabbed his collar and pulled him down to your level.

“That is close..” he managed to let out of his throat.

“My raging hormones cannot take this secret any longer and they certainly cannot take an angry and depressed husband. Maybe tomorrow, but not today! There is another human being growing inside of me so you will tell farmer boy and his friend to take him out for food or so help me my baby and I will burn the rice fields as well as all your volleyballs.” you pointed to your stomach.

Atsumu looked at you as he swallowed, gently wrapping his finger around your wrist to remove himself “Okay..” his whispered terrified as he took his phone out.

A couple of miles out Kita’s phone rang as Aran comforted Osamu. His eyes widened and looked to both of them, “Aran, can I speak to you please.”

“Sure,” he patted Osamu on the back as he held his head down on his counter.

The pair walked into the kitchen and Kita lowered his voice, “(y/n) is pregnant.”

“WHAT?!” he yelled out. Osamu lifted his head from the counter before deciding not to care after 0.5 seconds.

“Osamu-kun does not know, we need to get him in a good mood before he gets home. Atsumu made it very clear that she has to tell him today.” he showed Aran his phone.

“Yeesh, he really did.” Aran squinted his eyes.

“Let’s go.” Kita gestured outside. “Osamu-kun why don’t we get some drinks before dinner, hm?”

“Yeah, I’ll treat!” Aran smiled.

“Mmrghhh…” he groaned.

“Great. Aran, carry him, let’s go to the nearest izakaya.” Kita walked out of the restaurant, making sure to lock up.

“Okay, they’ve gone out.” Atsumu looked at her.

You sighed thankfully and nodded “Thanks, I’m going to take a bath now before the dinner.”

“Sure, the others are gonna arrive soon but take your time,” he added and she went upstairs to her room. Another notification rang, it was from Kita.

‘I hope she has a plan on how to tell him. Osamu-kun does not react nicely to change. Remember when they stopped selling the salmon onigiri in the convenience store near the school? He wasn’t in top form for about a month.’

Atsumu grumbled and put the phone down. He picked up the wooden spoon that (y/n) had left. Forty-five minutes later the door opened and Atsumu tensed up. He ran to the door as he tried to untie the apron

“Who’s there?!”

“Us!” Hinata grinned. Behind him was Bokuto and Sakusa.

“Oh thank god, it’s just you guys” Atsumu sighed.

“Uh yeah, it’s us. Nice to see you too, Mary Poppins.” Sakusa eyed him up and down.

“Oh shaddup, you try cooking for a dinner of twelve by yourself!” he shot back, tying the apron around his waist again.

“Yourself? Where’s (y/n)-chan and Myaa-sam?” Bokuto asked.

Atsumu sighed, “(y/n) is up taking a bath and Samu’s out with Kita and A-”

“I’m home!” someone sang out as the door opened. Atsumu’s face paled. Osamu stumbled in his front door his Kita and Aran following him behind.

“You got him drunk?!” Atsumu yelled at his upperclassmen.

“I didn’t think he would! He had one sip and he just went like that!” Aran defended, he then lowered his voice “It probably added up the cause of you know what.”

“Okay, I’ll deal with you later,” he put his hand up and went to Osamu who now stood still, crossing his arms. “Samu, someone is about to tell you very important news that will affect you for the rest of your life, so for once I need you to-”

“Yeah I didn’t get the branch!” he yelled out. “I don’t care anymore! I don’t want anything to change anymore! I’m fine with the Hyogo branch, I don’t need anything else. In fact, the last thing I need is more stress for the rest of the year,”

Atsumu’s anxiety went up has his brother yelled in the room. “Tsumu I’m tired, I just wanna go on a vacation and relax. The shop is fine, I can just take a trip to Okinawa or Hokkaido, just relax for the rest of my life with no responsibilities…”

“If that’s how you feel then I don’t need you to take care of this baby!”

The boys looked up to see (y/n) up in the stairwell, clearly mad. Bokuto let out a loud gasp, but no one seemed to scold him as they were all in shock. Osamu face turned into one that no one could read.

“What?” he cocked his head.

“If you want to be sad and mope around because you lost one branch then fine, I can do this on my own!” You yelled as you pointed to your stomach and walked down to the foot of the stair case.

He looked down there for a moment before realization hit his face, “You’re pregnant…?” he asked softly.

“Yes.” you stated firmly, “And if you’re not going to be here then I can do this myself! I’ve taken care of toddlers as a teacher and I can do it again!” Osamu slowly walked towards (y/n) as her eyes welled up in frustration. Atsumu’s anxiety rose up again. “Well?” you asked tightening your fists.

“That’s the greatest news I’ve ever heard.” he looked at her with the most sincere eyes.

Your expression softened a bit “Really?”

“You tell me I don’t get another branch and yeah its frustrating, but telling me that I’m actually going to have a kid, a human mix of you and me?” his face looked worried but his emotions were sincere. “That would’ve made me a thousand times happier than claiming some branch.” Tears finally welled up in your eyes as he smiled at you, his eyes watering up as well as he held you tightly.

The applause was around the room as they congratulated the couple, and though Atsumu felt like he lost a couple of years due to the afternoon, he couldn’t be happier as he hugged the parents of his nephew and/or niece.

#miya osamu #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #hq!!!#hq!!#haikyu #osamu #osamu miya #osamu miya x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu miya imagine #miya osamu imagine #miya atsumu #atsumu miya #haikyuu!!

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popculturebuffet · 4 years ago

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Ducktales Della Arc Reviews: The Spear of Selene or THE INCREDIBLE STORKULES, GOD OF HOMEROTIC SUBTEXT OUT OF MYTH!

Hello all you happy people and welcome back to my coverage of the Della arc! It’s our last 2017 episode before the Finale, and it’s a huge one as we delve into a fan faviorite that introduces a pair of fan faviorites, a drum of tzatkiki sauce worth of gay, an asshole so odious getting sent to the bowls of hades and laughed at for all enternity after being cast out by eveyrone he knows really was getting off light, and at last some plot progression on this arc. At the time it aired mind you at this point Dellas been a beloved cast member for three years, and we’ve known what happened to her for longer than that.

At the time though.. it’d been 8 MONTHS since the Great Dime Chase. Let that sink in. The Della reveal was the biggest hook of an already exceptional pilot: It not only promised to flesh out a character who’d had all of one story in the comics at this point in present day, but solve the mystery of why she was gone. Not only that but Scrooge and Donald’s feud clearly stemmed from this exact moment. And the first full episode in the arc confirmed it: Della had taken whatever “The Spear of Selene” was and apologized to Scrooge for it. So why had she taken it, why did Donald blame scrooge, why did Scrooge not blame himself, at least outwardly, where was she, what was the spear of selene...

As I pointed out last time airing order didn’t help and due to airing the arc episodes really close together, gave the impression the arc would not only move fast but take up more of the season than it did. In practice both arcs take up a fourth of the season not including the finale, which would take both up to about a third. The expectation on how much of the season would be taken up by the arc.. was on Disney for airing things badly. I will give credit where it’s do as they moved this episode up in the order to try and make up for it (and give themselves a huge mid season opener).. but then for some reason shoved the last episode before last crash, ie. the only one they coudln’t move, way back to right before that episode. “ Here’s an actual photo of the person who made this decision

As I said they did get better next season with only a few swaps and only for good reason. So props.

HOWEVER.... this episode still has some flaws with pacing and revealing info, with or without Disney drunk driving the schedule. The wait between episodes in this plot is an episode LONGER in production order... and dosen’t move the plot forward by much. I will get to that when the time comes.. and that DESPITE this treatment of the fans.. this episode is still one of the seasons best. How are both things true? Join me under the cut to find out.

Thunderstormy to be precise and the Sunchaser is natrually encountering loads of turbulence with Launchpad barely holding int here while Donald’s buffeted around the back. Why Donald’s with them...

But it’’s one of his only five starring episodes in the season, out of 9 appearances total the rest of which are cameos. Yeah now seems as good as time as any to talk about Season 1′s Donald Duck problem.

See Donald was promoted as a major part of the series, rightly so since he was reduced to a guest star for the 87 series due to a combination of Disney not wanting to overexpose the characters, people possibly not being able to understand his voice and thus making plots hard to understand, and Tony Anselmo being new to the roll at the time. So the reboot went all out promoting the fact Donald would be in it, front and center and gave him TWO character shorts to the rest of the casts one. Disney really went out of their way to show he’d be in there so as a certified Donald Fanatic, I was sure he’d actually be in the show a lot and on the adventures a lot. The crew were not blameless as both promotional arts featured him. Launchpad and Beakly conversely were asbent, so the impression given by all of this was that Donald would be central to the series and in a lot of episodes, given equal focus to scrooge and the kids.

This.. didn’t happen as you all know. Instead as stated he’s up front and center for 5 episodes, and makes cameos in others, but generally is hardly around. Now there is KINDA an excuse to this as he doesn’t want to adventure, be in the mansion or any of that.. but it’s a REALLY weak one. He still at least could’ve made more cameos, the fact he was working on the boat all that time isn’t made clear till last crash, and his two spotlight episodes both have him dragged along on the adventure anyway, so it’s not like his not wanting to be there meant he woudln’t be forced to join in anyway. There were ways to include him, still have him in a supporting role instead of leaving him back at the mansion.. and even the second episode proved there was still comedy to be mliked from that.. and pathos don’t forget the pathos. So yeah this was easily the biggest mistake of the season and one season 2 largely corrected: He got four dedicated plots, and was around a decent amount in the first half of the season and while he DID get shot up to the moon... it was for valid reasons. They wanted to focus on Della and the kids, give her room to breathe as a brand new major addition to the show, and thus him being around and the elephant in the room of his and scrooge’s feud that was never dealt with on screen, would’ve distracted from that. And even with that they still gave him a focus episode that somehow added more depth and MASSIVELY advanced the main plot, and a sizeable roll in the finale. Season 3 likewise had things better: while he shows up as much as in season 1, the episode count is lower by one, and he’s a major part of the plot in every one BUT Last Christmas, with four of those having the spotlight on him in some way. They eventually did figure out how to use him far more ballanced. So yeah credit where it’s do it got MUCH better, but he still felt like a recurring character in his own series, that was still bad, and I still needed to give out about it.

But Webby and Dewey have a mission even if Dewey dosen’t quite get what’s going on so they flip a switch to turn on a warning light of some kind forcing Launchpad to make an emergency landing on a gorgeous tropical island. To Huey’s amazement, as the place was apparenlty only a myth, though naturally the guidebook did have it’s aproximate location listed... Ithaquack, home of the gods. Naturally Scrooge and Donald want to leave as soon as possible for reasons we’ll get into but Launchpad , for once is being a responsible pilot “Better safe than.. something right? Scrooge is of course irate that Launchpad picked NOW of all times to be safe, and the Kids.. don’t listen because Huey sees a beautiful realm of myth, Louie sees a beach vacation and Dewey and Webby.. have work to do. Webby eventually fills Dewey in on why their here, having wrongly assumed he got why they were going to a mythical greek island. As Dewey delightfully puts it later “Don’t assume I know anything. “ So she pieces it together for him: Selene was the greek goddess of the moon... Della took the SPEAR of Selene. Ergo this island is the best place to find the Spear and failing that, Selene herself to get more info on it and Della.

So we have our two plots. Scrooge and Donald dealing with their pasts and the gods, and Dewey and Webby diving into his mom’s past. And unlike the last review where a genuinely unsettling story about an abuse victim forced to manipulate her girlfriend not going into a murder vault was paired with Louie having to deal with a Sasquatch while Huey catches a case of Dewey’s stupidity somehow, these two plots are perfectly paired: Their both perfectly thematically connected, both dealing with the past, Della’s absence and Scrooge and the Twins past encounters with the gods.. but both being self contained outside of that, entirely unconnected but stilll necessary to be in the same episode. THIS is how you do two plots. But since they don’t really synch up again till the end, let’s cover each one at a time shall we?

“What if My Mom was a Bad Person?”

The plot is pretty straight forward but expertly done: Dewey and Webby first check your standard Zelda dungeon which apparently has a cursed weapon at the end. We also get an utterly adorable and sweet shot of Webby comforting Dewey after he’s clearly shook from it. Awwww. Turns out it’s the SWORD of Selene. and quickly turns into a game of put the Cursed Sword back before we all die.

Next up is a monster who nearly kills both protecting it’s spear.. the spear of POSIDEN. (Look at meeeeee). And since they aren’t going to be on a boat that isn’t a house boat anytime soon, they don’t need that and the monster cheerfully redirects them, with Dewey apologizing for calling it ugly.

So all pretty standard stuff for the show and really good stuff.. but it’s the building tension underneath that truly makes the episode and leads to one hell of a climax for this plot. All the while Dewey is DESPERATE for some explination for his mom’s disapperance that isn’t her betraying Scrooge, maybe returning the spear because it was cursed or getting eaten by a monster. Just ANYTHING but the mounting and horrifying suspicion.. that his mom was a bad person who destroyed her family and betrayed her uncle and laughed all the while. Webby.. does not help, backing that side of things and constantly voicing hte idea Della betrayed Scrooge, so obsessed with solving the mystery of her life.. but so unfamilliar with people she dosen’t see the very real toll this is taking on her best friend. To her she’s just making a logical counterpoint.. to him it’s just another idea in his head about the way his mom could’ve betrayed everyone she cared about.

So that climax is where it explodes. Our heroes find a scale model of ithaquack (Complete with Tiny Maniticore! It’s so cute Webby just wants to slay it) and an opening.. with an ominous message about incurring the wrath of the god seemingly conforming the worst. So Webby prepares to find out the whole story.. only for Dewey to stop her. No one’s finding this out, whatever it is, no matter how far they’ve come. And given this is the biggest mystery of her life and she simply dosen’t understand WHY Dewey dosen’t want to know.. both sides are ready to fight for this. And Webby DOES try to back him down, pointing out he really can’t beat her in a fight. But Dewey’s already grown leaps and bounds form the pilot and is working smarter not harder. Beat Webby, who spent a good chunk of her life being honed into the most badass child on the parent, one who can take on several of scrooge’s worst foes one on one? Not on his life. But hold her off long enough for the gate to close? He can do that.

So the result? One of the best fights of the series... and given the sheer amount of great ones we’ve gottten since this one it still says something it holds up THIS well. It’s an even, furiously paced fight, with Dewey using every advantage he has including tossing said manticore to keep up, but not slowing down one bit. It’s heartbreaking to see the two come to this but it’s an delight to watch. Webby DOES win eventually, though time’s running out to get in and she finally asks WHY. And while the stakes have been crystal clear for both this whole time.. we get them laid out in the most painful way for both.

Webby: We're so close to the truth! Why won't you let us find it?! Dewey: Because...*his voice cracks* what if my mom was a bad person?

It hits VERY hard. For Webby this has been a puzzle something to solve the greatest achivment of her life, her chance to make her mark... and her best friend just wanted to abandon it. But in one swift response, he disarms all of that.. and makes her see how insnstivie she’s been: He may not know his mom.. but he can’t bear the thought she was a bad person. That she left or WORSE, because she didn’t care about him, or scrooge or ANYONE. Knowing nothing is better than knowing she was a monster.

Webby realizes what she’s been doing to her friend and is horrified and offers to back out. The answers.. aren’t worth destroying her brother. But her willingness to back down.. finally gets Dewey to see the light. His fear was valid.. but at the end of the day, it’d never go away. it’d just keep eating him for the rest of his life, every time she was mentioned or he found something else out he’d just wonder if it was a lie and wonder wht he COULD’VE learned this day. And if Webby’s willing to sacrifice THIS MUCH to give him peace of mind... then he can sacrifice that peace of mind for the truth, for her, and for himself. So he pulls them inside.

Inside they find Selene who suprises them.. and is then confused. Their not della. Also I guarantee mentally she’s thiking “Thank me I didn’t do it naked this time. “. After some confusion as to who this is, Webby explains that IS Selene, and Dewey begs for answers about the spear... only to find out she dosen’t have one. Nope. The sword seen before and a SPHERE, yes.. but no Spear. So the poor boy breaks down, back to square one. It’s hard not to see why... all this effort, all of this sacrifice.. and he’s no closer than when they first set down.

Selene does help though... giving him an idea of who his mom WAS: one of her closest friends (And let’s face it Della named the ship after Selene and Selene casually uses Della’s shower. If they didn’t go out at least once, I am an outer god. And I very much am not and they very much banged hard. Goodnight. ) , a good person who brought fun to everyone, and loved her family more than anything. Wether she betrayed Scrooge or not, she wasn’t a bad person. And her own orb shows it showing Della in her prime, brightly smiling next ot her family. Selene encourages the boy not to give up, that his mom always loved a mystery.. and he can solve this one and gently hugs the sobbing child.. with Dewey quickly pulling webby in. It’s genuinely touching and a satisfying ISH ending.

The ish... is because while this is a VERY good plot, i’ll gush more about it at the end, it does have one supreme flaw: the mystery dosen’t progress. And with the huge gaps between this episode and hte next one, in BOTH airing orders... it’s unforgivable to not have EITHER plot give us any hints about what happened. I don’t ask for much, but they could’ve found a clue in the sphere Dewey got, or saw a memory of her that brought up the next place they look, just something a little. While it’s still a very fine story, the main plot suffers a bit by having one of the ONLY three episodes delving into the della mystery before it’s fully revealed in sunchaaser have almost no progress. Della was probably a good person, which comes from her ex who clearly still loves her so that’s not really reliable, and the spear isn’t literal. While the lack of progress works for the story in the episode itself.. it comes at the cost of any actual plot progression. We end up exactly where we started and have to wait SOME TIME before we get to the next spot on the tour. Well we did, you guys will find out Monday or Tuesday depending on if the finale goes up in the morning or Disney holds it till the actual airing. Please don’t you bastards. Point is it’s VERY good plot, but it’s hampred by not really progressing the arc.

The arc progression for this storyline is painfully slow, and tha’ts not on disney. In either order there’s a MASSIVE gap of 15+ episodes between what we learned in the great dime chase and what we learn in castle mcduck. It’s sloppy writing and I expect better from this team, especially since the Lena plot the same season is far tighter paced: each one builds a bit, both on Lena as a character (Why she’s doing this etc), her development as a person, her relationship with webby growing and Magica and her growing more and more spiteful with one another. They could’ve had at least ONE MORE subplot to build this up, especially since we really dind’t need the sasquatch episode but just.. didn’t for whatever reason and it’s still frustrating. But as always credit where it’s due.. the next two seasons were better about it.

Season 2 while not perfect, and we’ll get to it’s plots someday.. and I do say plots as not alternating between the two plots for season 1 was a mistake if a well meaning one as not to drive up the price for Kev but for future refrence if any of you want me to cover an arc for something I WILL have to cover all of it or any adjacent to it that flow into it. Point is they move faster and both Glomgold and Louie’s are pretty lowkey and low stakes so while enjoyable, their not moving incredibly fast dosen’t hurt the show. And the Moon plot has the best pacing of the three and possibly of the series plots period: We get filled in on Della fairly quick, getting answers on her WAY faster, get introduced to the moon and it’s people right away, get a whole episode on them, and the most importantly in sharp contrast? She returns HOME halfway into the season.

I will probably go into this again when I get to nothing will stop della duck but Season 1′s pacing and general wisdowm made me think she wouldn’t get home anytime soon and she’d return in the finale. Instead? We get a whole half a season fleshing her out further, seeing her connect with her kids, all that good stuff, WITH an episode advancing the moon arc, without that arc feeling unimportant, but still having the slow pacing.

Season 3 meanwhile while again not without bugs, the last few episodes before the finale having no real build up to it really wasnt a good idea and I question why these two episodes were the ones leading into it, has two seemingly barely related plots.. that EFFORTLESLY merge into one, with one hell of a huge twist in impossibin that ratchets up the stakes. I don’t know how it’ll payoff.. but we’ll see.

So they did get better, i’m still hard on it because it happened.. but I will never stop stressing how this crew usually corrected a mistake. If they fucked up, they LEARNED FROM IT, course corrected, and made it better and they listened to US. IN the good way, not letting fans run the series but listening to valid concerns and adapting to them. And given how fucking rare that is and how hard it must’ve been with the tight schedule, I.. I really appricate it and i’m going to miss it. And I can’t think of a segue so enjoy this picture of a turtle hitting a trapper in the face with a bat instead.

“Someone Always Gets Hurt”

So let’s take it back a few hours. Hit it boys!

Donald tries getting the boys back on the ship, clearly fearing something coming for him.. and we soon meet that something. Yes it’s the hero of legend, the stork out of myth, the star of a LOT of Donald Duck Slash FanFiction only half of which he wrote, STORKULES!

In case I didn’t make it clear when I reviewed New Gods on the Block! I love this guy. He reminds me a LOT of the marvel version: Boisterious , horny (if in a far more pg version), Gay (Pansexual for the marvel version), flawed but still immensley likeable. Stork is a bit diffrent, a bit more naive, a bit peppier and entirely blind to the fact his father is a terrible person. But my love of the marvel herc means Stork was an easy sell for me and Chris Dimatopolis’ performance is second to none, only topped in this series by his later work as Darkwing where he got a bit more range than “Joyous ham who wants to bang”. Also I’m 100% convenced he’s made this memetic expression to donald at some point...

If someone hasn’t redrawn that with Storkules yet, we have failed as an internet. And if someone has please show me.

His crush on Donald is also endearing even if I don’t ship the two. And if your curious as to why it’s simple: Storkules is attracted to a version of Donald that no longer exists. Storkules craves a Donald whose a brave daring hero who loves adventure. And while still a brave hero when the situation calls for it as this episode will bare out.. he just.. dosen’t have the passion for adventure he did as a kid. While a LOT of that is loosing his sister for a decade, even once he makes peace with that and later gets her back... he just wants a normal life. His greatest wish was for one. He apparenlty “wishes for this every day”. He dosen’t hate adventuering anymore and by season 3 has come to terms with the fact he’ll never get everyone else to stop.. but I also think it’s always been obvious he clearly wants to one day. To have a normal life, settle down, find a girl, and if she wants to get married. Get old , fat and happy. I honestly think that’s the direction the finale’s heading in judging from the previews. I don’t think he’ll ever stop entirely, his family life’s too insane for that.. but he just dosen’t want to keep going forever and Stork, being an immortal hero does. They want diffrent things entirely and that just won’t work. Though that’s also JUST me and if you ship them or have a way around that, feel free. This is just my opinon.

Anyways Donald’s not happy, the kids are confused and Scrooge. has problesm bigger than simply not knowing how to say i’m not into you.... aka Zeus, king of the gods and of all assholes. He was originally supposed to be a swan due to a certian myth.. but they realized since that myth is both really fucked up and really not for children to not do that because why the fuck would you. Point is Zeus in myth is an asshole, a rapist, a cheating husband, and a vengeful, petty dick and that’s with barely any knowledge of Greek Myth on my part. He’s played by Micheal Chiklis whose famous for The Comissh and the Shield.. but whose famous to me for playing the ever loving Blue Eyed thing in the Tim Story Fantastic Four movies.. and honeslty, at least till marvel takes a crack at it soon, is the best screen version of the character. Look the film is flawed and I don’t remember a lot of it.. but his stuff in it just NAILS the character perfectly, at least the first one, and while the look is.. eh, he was the perfect casting. He just wasn’t in the right movie. So he’s naturally awesome here as history’s greatest douchebag.

As for why Zeus is pissed at him unlike say Donald (The whole Spear of Selene fiasco) or Magica (Who while even worse than Zeus still lost her brother because of his callousness), or others he’s wronged.. Scrooge did absolutely nothing wrong here. During a beach party Storkules intiates, he reveals he used to be king of the beach and loved and worshipped by the people of ithaquack, which last time the adult ducks visited was a lovely hideaway for heroes. Scrooge naturally did a bunch of heroic and cool stuff, and upstaged him, and then bested him in various games and what not. Zeus claims they ran off because of this and because they didn’t want to party with a god bested by a mortal.. but scrooge reveals pottery showing it’s because Zeus threw a temper tantrum aka “a year long lightning storm”. So yeah for once all Scrooge did was just upstage someone who was already objectively horrible and who brought all of htis on himself. Scrooge even points it out perfectly “They didn’t leave because they liked me, they left because they didn’t like YOU. “

Pissing off the god who already didn’t like you for stupid reason goes about how you’d expect and when Storkules tries to cool things down by suggesting a game, Zeus turns it into a contest. His son against Scrooge’s nephews. Because he uh dosen’t want to lower himself. Yeah that’s it, totally not that Scrooge would kick his ass and then fucking kick his ass. Yeah that’s the ticket.

So our boys don Toga’s, and gear up for the first challenge: grabbing the bag of winds. In case you thought Spongebob just made that up. Zeus of course opens it so Donald can’t just leave, but Huey simply thinks his way out and wins , Zeus demands best 2/3 and we soon get a montage of various events from chariot racing to sculpture where we get our title picture, lest you thought I was kidding abotu Storkules obession with donald. I mean there’s subtextually having a character have a crush on another and then ther’es making a naked muscular statue of him. I.. I don’t even have a joke here. He made a naked muscular statue of Donald. The only way they could be less obvious without just coming outright and saying it was if hte statue was of hima nd storkules making out. And i’m 100% sure Frank, Matt and Dana, yes Dana Terrace was involved in this one i’m as unsurpised as you are, only didn’t do that because Disney said no.

Zeus declares one final round because he’s tired of this..e ven though he CLEARLY won the last one while Donald once again tries to just leave and Storkules finally calls him on it wondering why he’s given up adventuring and wondering what della would say if she could see him like this, having just given up and not caring anymore about any of ths stuff. “Well she can’t! Someone always gets hurt....”

And that one very sharp and painful line both outlines Donald’s arc here, and for the season, and makes it VERY clear why he retired and why I felt like he was already on his way and the spear of selene was simply the final straw. He gave up.. because he was just tired of it. Tired of being the one who got hurt.. and devistated when it wasn’t him that time. When he lost his sister for what he felt was NOTHING. Sure hte stars would be great but they’d done everything and gone everywhere..w asn’t.. wasn’t that enough/ Couldn’t they just be done? Couldn’t he just stop. The spear gave him an excuse to do what he always wanted, but it also caused him to harden up and view EVERYTHING about his old days of adventuring as bad when like most things i’ts not that simple., There were good times, sunshine, giant sized gay men obessing over you.. okay maybe the last part isn’t a plus in his book, but point is there was good and his arc is seeing that and realizing he can’t just cling to his pain. He has to let go so he can move on heathliy.

As for said final challenge Zeus tasks the boys and Storkules with stealing the golden fleece from a little girl. While this is part of a whole scheme... he undereistmaed his son’s valour and Storkules is naturally sent spinning over having to steal from a child and is sent into a crisis. Louie however has no such qualms, as he is a children.. and he’s also louie.. but as he tries to the child starts singing. As Scrooge puts it “nothing good happens when creepy children start singing. “ Very true, it’s usually a sign freddy kruger’s about to show up or your about to be taken by a miltiary orginzation obssed with The Doctor.

The boys plug their ears.. and Zeus’ plan becomes horrifically clear. Turns out he had no real interest in an actual contest this time, and has the child take control of Storkules to murder them. And gives the doucheist shrug imaginable when his OWN SON IS BEGGING HIM NOT TO MAKE HIM MURDER SOME CHILDREN.

Scrooge naturally gets involved. Meanwhile Donald is trying to escape the lightning cage Zeus is using to make sure no one leaves... when he hears the boys cries of terror. He may hate this kind of thing.. but there’s one thing and only one thing that can make him snap back into who he used to be like it was yesterday. And that’s harming his boys. So Donald snaps into action and it’s a glory to see as Scrooge snaps back with him “Just like old times”. The two once again get a little closer to reconclisation by wrestling a golden pansexual to prevent him from brainwashdely murdering two children. God I love this show and this job.

Huey however is more of the aim for the head sort and Louie simply uses his natural talent to talk the siren into working with him, with him as her agent. As he puts it Zeus just wants to use her.. he wants to use her too.. but to make them BOTH rich. She agrees, Louie wins, and Donald finally accepts storkules is his friend. Scrooge TRIES to use this to mend fences with Zeus.. but Zeus being a petulant dick wants another game and Scrooge simply throws a game of billiards or something like it to get this over with.

So we get our wrapup. Dewey and Webby return, and Storkules and Donald say their goodbyes. Donald finally admits he’s his friend.. and in that one act finally admits he can’t just bury his past because parts of it are painful. And as Storkules puts it he may be done with adventure.. btu adventure’s not done with him. He’s got more of his old self in who he is now than he thought. Dewey also accidently wins and our family finds launchpad took the plane apart. There.. there’s no real ending. I can only assume Selene said knock this shit off when she found out or beakly later came in guns blazing. I don’t know.

Final Thoughts: This episode is excellent. It has it’s fault: there’s no plot progression, and the ending is just stupid and is the only one of the series that feels like nothing was resolved. That being said.. the rest of the episode makes up for it. It’s filled with great gags as usual.. but the real meat is the character work. Dewey’s worries about his mom, and Donald’s attempt to literally leave his past behind, it’s really amazing stuff that elevates the episode past it’s flaws and into one fo the series best. Wheras revisting Other Bin reminded me it had a bad subplot that drug it down.. revisiting this one showed me just HOW near perfect it is with only a few things holding it back. Even with the dispaoitnment factor.. this one’s still excellent, with Ben, Kate and Tony all at the top of their games. Great stuff.

Next Time on this Arc: Dewey has to face the future when the truth comes out. And Scrooge.. bitches with his dad for half the episode. Sure beats his dad sadly btu sweetly passing on to be with his wife huh?!

Next time on this blog: Amphibia time! Speaking of facing the consequences of lying to your family, Hop Pop’s FINALLY forced to face hiding the Box from Anne, and we also get an ivy episode. Super fuckin shooters.

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