#do they pity clap and go wow that’s awesome

[duefault]

the fact that the fanbook says that maki’s speciality is crushing empty cans is so funny to me. what a menace.

#★ ・﹙ faustian bargain bin ooc ﹚ #is she showing this skill off to people #do they pity clap and go wow that’s awesome #i need to know more

[vivithefolle]

“love is more ingrained into Ron’s character than in Harry’s even” Yeah no. I’m not trying to rain on your parade, but this goes against canon

Harry saw his family in the Mirror, aka, his deepest desire, wanting to be loved. Ron saw himself as the best of his brothers, aka, wanting to be the best. Harry gets embarrassed but happy when shown affection, Ron gets annoyed at Molly coddling him. Harry is the most attracted to the Resurrection Stone because it’s a way to see his family, Ron is the most attracted to the Elder Wand because it would give him power. Harry tried to save Malfoy, someone that he “hated” from the fire because he will not let ANYONE die, Ron told Harry to leave them and got angry at going back for them. Harry can not be effected by a horcrux or Voldy cuz of the love inside him, Ron is effected a LOT

Of course Ron is driven by love, all the characters are, even Snape, but to say more than Harry is inaccurate

Oh great it’s the Harry stans again. Okay here’s a preface: Harry is such a pitiful good guy that he literally keeps the bad guy alive. Can you believe it? Being a Horcrux keeps Voldemort alive, and Harry is a Horcrux. So logically Harry does more harm by staying alive than by being dead. Had Dumbledore just effing killed him instead of getting attached and trying to save the dumbass Voldemort would have died faster. Fuck Harry man, worst saviour of the world ever.

Now that this is out of the way...

Harry saw his family in the Mirror, aka, his deepest desire, wanting to be loved. 

Ah ah ah, nope. It’s not that. You say it yourself. Harry sees his family. So Harry’s desire, logically... is a family. If possible, his original family because we all know how much “found family” means to the traditional Rowling.

Ron saw himself as the best of his brothers, aka, wanting to be the best. 

Ron saw himself cumulating the accomplishments of Bill and Charlie specifically. It’s a little small for “wanting to be the best”, isn’t it? The best of his brothers, sure, but he could have seen himself being crowned World’s Best Emperor, or defeating Voldemort, or having legions of fangirls at his feet. No. Instead he’s shown “being like your cool older brothers”. A bit underwhelming for "being the best”.

Harry’s desire stems from longing, Ron’s desire stems from admiration, you could say.

Harry gets embarrassed but happy when shown affection, Ron gets annoyed at Molly coddling him

Ron gets annoyed outwardly, but inwardly we don’t know how he reacts. Maybe he acts annoyed because ugh Mum not in front of my friends I’m supposed to be a cool macho manly man, but inside he’s all fuzzy and it’s only his teenage pride that stands in the way of him returning his mother’s hugs. Case in point, when Ron gets complimented, he also reacts embarrassed but happy. Also, Molly usually coddles Ron right in front of Fred and George, which is another deciding factor: Ron hates being vulnerable in front of Fred and George because he knows they’ll bully him for it.

Harry is the most attracted to the Resurrection Stone because it’s a way to see his family 

Yes yes poor wee Harry the orphan wah wah. Only orphans can feel love it’s well-known.

Ron is the most attracted to the Elder Wand because it would give him power. 

And why would he want that power, hm?

Maybe for the same reason why he saw himself being the best out of his brothers?

Maybe because Ron craves recognition, admiration, praise? Love? Maybe because Ron believes that, with the power the Wand could give him, he’d finally be special enough to be worthy of loving?

Let’s think deeper than just “hurr durr rawn wants powur”.

Harry tried to save Malfoy, someone that he “hated” from the fire because he will not let ANYONE die, 

Because Harry’s a fucking dumbass with issues who literally has a “saving-people-thing” as Hermione so eloquently put it at the worst possible moment tto put it.

It’s not much love that drives Harry to save Malfoy. It’s just that Harry has that martyr complex that won’t let him let anyone die.

Ron told Harry to leave them and got angry at going back for them 

Because Ron literally had Hermione flying with him, and to go back would mean not only putting himself in danger (which, as we saw multiple times through the series, he’d gladly do anytime anyday) but also putting THE WOMAN HE LOVES in danger, and that isn’t something Ron does. Ron is perfectly happy to lay down his life (except when it’s for a proto-Nazi like Malfoy, and he’s right, you know) but he’s not willing to risk Hermione’s along with his. Ron sacrifices himself only, thank you, he’s not like Harry who’d guilt his friends into his disastrous “let’s save Sirius” expedition.

And in the end guess what? Ron went back, while having Hermione on his broom with him, because Harry was enough of a stupid fuck to try to save both Malfoy and Goyle and would have died otherwise. Ron risked both his and Hermione’s lives for the sake of his friend’s martyr complex. Oh Ron, why do you care so much for those selfish fucks, they don’t deserve you.

Harry can not be effected by a horcrux or Voldy cuz of the love inside him

lolno

If Harry really couldn’t be affected by Voldemort because of ~the lurve~ within, then how come he spent years getting glimpses of Voldemort’s mind? How come Voldemort was able to send him a fake vision of Sirius being tortured? If Harry is really protected by ~his lurve~ then seems like he needs a serious refill because he was running low on it by fifth year.

“Can you feel it, though?” Ron asked in a hushed voice, as he held it tight in his clenched fist. “What d’you mean?” Ron passed the Horcrux to Harry.  After a moment or two, Harry thought he knew what Ron meant. Was it his own blood pulsing through his veins that he could feel, or was it something beating inside the locket, like a tiny metal heart? - Deathly Hallows, chapter 14

Aaaand yeah he needs a refill in lurve there. Cmon Harry you’re supposed to be the speshul one but even Ron can tell there’s something Voldemort-related here before you do. Really Harry, make an effort, you’re supposed to be the Voldemort radar and your “useless” sidekick beats you to it.

And look how much Harry is ~unaffected~ by the Horcrux thanks to his super ultra special awesome coolest power of LURVE:

“Of course!” cried Hermione, clapping a hand to her forehead and startling both of them into silence. “Harry, give me the locket! Come on,” she said impatiently, clicking her fingers at him, when he did not react, “the Horcrux, Harry, you’re still wearing it!” She held out her hands, and Harry lifted the golden chain over his head. The moment it parted contact with Harry’s skin he felt free and oddly light. He had not even realized that he was clammy or that there was a heavy weight pressing on his stomach until both sensations lifted. - Deathly Hallows, chapter 15

Such unaffected much immunity very protagonist wow.

Also, what tells you it’s really ~LURVE~ that “protects” Harry from Horcruxes? After all, Harry is a Horcrux himself. Who’s to say the Horcruxes aren’t a little more lenient on him because they think he’s one of them? Who’s to say it’s really love that protects Harry and not the fact that he’s literal part of Voldemort? It makes more sense to me that the Horcruxes would act a bit more like antibodies, trying to destroy the part of Harry they can identify as “Not-Voldemort” and to keep the “Voldemort” part but having a hard time guessing which is which, rather than the hazy power of feeling feelings that every human being has.

All in all: Harry ain’t special dude. Yes he feels love. Like everyfuckingbody else. Yes his mother sacrificed herself for him. Like any halfway decent mother would.

But aside from being Mr Generic McGeneric there’s nothing that tells me he’s ~so purely strongly associated with love~. No. Nothing. He fights Voldemort because destiny wah wah killed my parents and stuff; Ron could have sat out the war as a neutral Pureblood and didn’t. Harry went around in circles thinking it would somehow accomplish something and being pissy at everyone but himself when it turned out doing the same thing over and over isn’t productive; Ron was told to leave and left the Hunt before he came back because he loved his friends.

Yeah if I should name a character I feel is more loving, I’d go for Ron, not for Harry, regardless of what ~canon~ tells but doesn’t show.

#vivi answers #ask #harry potter #harry potter series #ron weasley #albus dumbledore #no i'm not sorry #show don't tell #and harry doesn't show much

[thebestpersonherelovesbucky]

Hangover Well Worth It

Summary: Bucky wakes with the worst hangover of his life. All he wants is some breakfast. When he gets to the kitchen for some, he has a slight problem. He’s in the wrong apartment. 

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1.5k

Tags: Alcohol mention, hangovers, embarrassment, fluff

written for @captain-rogers-beard​‘s  Flex Your Writing Muscles Challenge.

Prompt: Hangover

Bucky wakes with a groan in the back of his throat and a sandpaper tongue and a person inside his head that has the nerve to jackhammer against his skull. It takes Herculean effort just to get his eyes opened and when he does, he just shuts them again. Too bright. Much too bright. 

Ugh, why he let Natasha convince him to do shots of Jager is beyond him, but he’s certainly paying for it now. Thank god he doesn’t have work today. No way could he drag himself all the way to Stark Industry-NYC and do any sort of advertisement.  

All Bucky plans on doing today is eating breakfast--if he can stomach it--and popping some aspirin and curling up in a Bucky Burrito on the couch to binge Netflix. Sounds like a good idea. It’d be even better if he had someone to hold him through it. Guess breakfast will have to do.

In fact, from the smell of it, Clint is already up cooking breakfast. Pancakes. Eggs. And...bacon, oh dear god, thank you. Coffee, too, and since this is Clint making it, it’s gotta be perfect. 

Rolling out of bed in just his boxers, Bucky barely even opens his eyes as he ambles into the kitchen. He smacks his lips and moans and plops into the nearest seat at the end of the table. Bucky drops his head down and pillows them in his arms.

“Mornin’, sleepyhead.” 

Okay, well, now his eyes go wide because that’s definitely not Clint’s voice. Bucky lifts his head just enough to look up and realizes that there’s some blond guy in his kitchen. In a pair of pajama pants and T-shirt that’s probably a size-too-small, he’s at the stove cooking the bacon. 

“Wh-who’re you?” Bucky asks. “And why’re you in my kitchen?”

Frying pan in hand, he chuckles and turns to scoop some scrambled eggs on a plate next to a stack of pancakes. When Bucky gets a good look at him, he realizes that he’s the hot guy who lives down the hall. Steve Rogers. The guy that Bucky’s attempted to ask him out several times only to sputter over words and manage, at most, a hi, how are you or nice weather we’re having, huh. Majorly embarrassing. Even worse since when he’s not trying to ask him out, he’s perfectly capable of having a conversation with him.

They’re always fun, too. They like the same movies. Music. Shows. They spent over an hour hanging out on the rooftop during random get-togethers. 

Steve does graphic design for SHIELD, an LGBTQ Organization and volunteers as a counselor for LGBTQ youth and paints and apparently makes breakfast for his neighbors when they’re having one of the most horrible hangovers of their life.  

“I think the better question is what you’re doing in my kitchen.” Steve places the full plate in front of Bucky. “And to answer it, I awoke last night...” He pauses and snickers. “Well, more like this morning since it was after four, to someone desperately attempting to get into my apartment. And when I opened the door to see what was going on, someone called me a waste of a door and shoved me out of the way and then stumbled into my bedroom, stripping as they did, and then passed out in my bed.” 

Face burning red, and by extension making his stomach turn and his head hurt even more, Bucky doesn’t even know how to respond to this. He’s not sure if there’s a stronger word than humiliated but if there is, that’s him right about now. 

“I...I’m so sorry, Steve, I...” Bucky sighs. “I...”

Realizing that he’s literally sitting there in his underwear, Bucky blushes even more, and even if he figures out something to say, he won’t be able to say it. This has got to be the worst morning ever. 

“Here’s some water,” Steve says, placing a glass next to the plate. “I have aspirin, too, if you want.”

For someone who got woken up at four in the morning by his asshole neighbor drunkenly mistaking the wrong apartment for his and then passing out half-naked in his bed, this guy is awfully generous. 

“Thank you,” Bucky whispers. “I’m...I’m really sorry about this.”

“Nah, it’s okay. Who hasn’t forced their way into a neighbor’s place when they were drunk?”

“You’ve done this?”

“No. Never.” He laughs at his joke and just it makes his baby blues twinkle. Bucky’s belly twists again. Nothing to do with the hangover this time. “But, really, it’s okay. I have done some crazy things when drunk.”

Appreciative of the sympathy--while somehow not sounding like he pities Bucky either--Bucky grins, sheepishly. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Once, my first year of college, I was walking back to my dorm with some buddies and decided it would be a great idea to moon a bunch of cops.”

Bucky, having just taken a sip of water, nearly spits it out. He needs to clap his hand over his mouth to keep from doing so. 

“Yeah,” Steve laughs. “So, I kinda have a record. Hope that doesn’t ruin your breakfast.” 

“Not at all,” Bucky laughs. “Makes me feel a little bit better. A little bit.”

This gets him a soft smile and Bucky scoops up some of the eggs, awkward and unsure. Steve made them for him, so no matter how embarrassed he feels, it’d probably be rude not to eat them. Plus, he’s starving. Plus, it’s a really sweet gesture. Plus, wow, these’re really good.

But he still feels totally ridiculous, so maybe it’d be better if he just left. Although, he really wants to finish the food. 

“Um, these are really good,” Bucky murmurs. “But, if you want me to leave, I totally understand.”

“No, no!” Steve shakes his head very quickly. As though the idea of Bucky leaving right now is the very last thing he wants. “That’s fine. Finish your food.”

Steve sorta blinks like he’s suddenly shy and after clearing his throat, he gets up from the table and starts washing the dishes. Shit, Steve is hot. Even standing by the sink washing dishes in pajamas with water splashing onto his shirt and suds dripping onto the floor.

“Th-thanks. Um.” Bucky pushes some food around on the plate. “I can’t believe you’re being so cool about this.”

This time, Steve blushes. He blushes so hard that it reaches the tips of his ears and he folds in a smile.

“Well, I just figured I could hold it over your head forever.” 

"Oh, gee,” Bucky scoffs a laugh. “Thanks a lot. And here I thought you were just awesome.”

Eyes squeezed closed, Steve pinches between them and laughs to himself with a shake of his head. 

“There is also that other thing.”

“Which is?”

“I...kinda wanted to ask you out on a...date...” Steve laughs again, this time, Bucky thinks, a bundle of nerves. “But I chickened out every time I tried. So...”

Still reeling in that pretty smile of his, Steve lets it out and turns it on Bucky, and hot damn, that’s a smile that’ll make Bucky go weak at the knees whenever he sees it.

Heart skipping a beat, Bucky nibbles on his lip and almost can’t believe his ears. Given the hangover, he really wouldn’t be surprised if he’s hallucinating that the hot guy that he’s had a crush on for months just told him he’s been trying to ask him out on a date. 

“So you made me breakfast after I practically broke into your apartment and demanded I sleep here?”

Steve chuckles and sits down again, this time with a cup of coffee. He scoops some sugar into it and shrugs. 

“I mean...” He giggles. Outright giggles and Bucky didn’t think he could be more smitten with the guy. “I, uh, yeah. I figured, why not?”

“Um, maybe...” Bucky holds in a delighted chuckle. “Maybe, later, I can make you some lunch? When I’m not in my underwear.”

“I dunno.” Steve shrugs. “I kinda like you in your underwear oh my god, I’m sorry!” He hides his face in his hands. “I’m sorry! That was horrible, I shouldn’t’ve--”

“It’s okay, Steve.” Oh, Bucky really likes to say his name already. “That’s was...awesome. And not at all embarrassing.”

Looking over the tips of his fingers, Steve is clearly trying not to burst out laughing.

“Am I uninvited to lunch?”

“Not at all. In fact.” Bucky bats his eyes. “I think lunch’ll be an even better way to get rid of my hangover.” 

Steve smiles some more, and yes, that smile’ll pierce Bucky’s heart every time. Without a doubt. 

“I could...maybe wrap you in a blanket?” he offers. “Hold a cold compress over your head. Get you water. Stop me anytime.” 

“Actually, I’d really like that.” 

They smile at each other. The last thing Bucky expected to do when he first woke up this morning was going out on a date with Steve Rogers, the guy he’s been crushing on for months. 

Hangover well worth it. 

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #marvel #flex your writing muscles challenge #kellsficlet #marvel fic

[omnifalls-10]

Omni Falls Chapter 4: The Lil Psycho

It's a peaceful weekend at the Mystery Shack. As Grunkle Stan swindles tips from the tourists outside, Dipper, Mabel, and Soos sit at the table, discussing Dipper's mysterious watch and how he found it as the young Pine drinks a soda while his sister knits a sweater.

"So you found that watch in a mysterious ball?", Soos summarizes. "And after that you fought a giant gnome monster by turning a rock alien?"

"Diamond alien.", Dipper corrects.

"So does this mean you morph into aliens now?", Soos questions.

"It seems so.", Dipper replies.

"Cool dude. So what aliens can you turn into?". Soos probes, curious on what aliens he can morph as.

"So far he's morphed into the diamond alien, the red one that can shoot water, the speedy one, and the plant that can shoot fire but smells like a dumpster.", Mabel tallies off as she continues to knit herself a new sweater.

Dipper rubs his chin in thought. "Hm. But there could be potentially more than that."

Soos looks amazed by this. "Dude, that sounds awesome! Did you ever name any of them?"

"I only named Diamondhead, the crystal alien, Water Hazard, the water alien, and Swampfire, the plant one,", Dipper answers as he heads to the trash bin to throw away the soda can.

"Why Swampfire?", Soos asks.

"'Cause he smells like a flaming dumpster, when he transforms.", Mabel answers to which Dipper nods in agreement.

"Hm. Did you come up with a name for the speed alien?", Soos inquiers.

"Why, yes, Soos.", Dipper puffs his chest, priding himself on a cool name. "Blitz." Such a cool name, he thinks. Unfortunately, Mabel and Soos don't agree with this.

"Boooooooo!", Mabel and Soos jeers.

"What? You guys got anything better?", Dipper scoffs as he sits at the table, reading the Journal.

"Oh, I got one.", Mabel answers, dropping her sweater she's knitting to flail her arms dramatically. "Speedy!".

"That sounds like a cartoon character.", Dipper clarifies.

"Speedster?", Soos tries a name.

"That sounds even more bland than Blitz."

"Quicksilver!"

"The name's taken. Plus the alien is more blue and black than silver."

"Flash?"

"Taken."

"Zoom Zoom?"

"That sounds like a jingle for a commercial."

Mabel stops and thinks for a moment before she gets an idea, smiling. "How about XLR8?!"

"Awesome name, little dude.", Soos is impressed as he holds his hand out for Mabel to high five. Dipper just shrugs, he honestly doesn't mind because it would be nice to make names for the aliens that he would turn into. It would help for him to have an alias to turn towards in case someone would know about the aliens he would have.

But the chances of that happening are slim to none. As they start conversing on other random topics, the TV transitions into a commercial Soos recognizes.

"Hey, look. It's that commercial I was telling you guys about.", Soos points to the screen showing an actor crying.

"Are you completely miserable?", the announcer asks, to which the actor says "YES!". The announcer continues, "Then you need to meet..." before a lady's voice comes in with a silhouette in the background. "Gideon."

"Gideon?", Dipper asks, looking at the screen, curiously.

"What makes him so special?", Mabel inquires, wanting to know more about this mysterious figure.

"He's a psychic.", the announcer answers, intriguing the Pine Twins even more. "So don't waste your time with another so-called 'man of mystery'." The screen shows a clip of Stan coming out of an outhouse and is stamped with the word "FRAUD". "Learn about tomorrow tonight at Gideon's Tent of Telepathy."

"Wow, I'm getting all curiousy inside...", Mabel admits.

"Well, don't get too curiousy.", Stan answers with an annoyed expression on his face as he enters the room and flips up his eyepatch and hangs his suit jacket on his racket. "Ever since that monster Gideon rolled into town, I've had nothin' but trouble."

"But, is he really psychic?", Dipper asks his grunkle.

"I think we should go and find out.", Mabel suggests, wanting to see this psychic for herself.

"Never! You're forbidden from patronizing the competition!", Grunkle Stan exclaims in anger. "No one that lives under my roof is allowed under that Gideon's roof!" That said, the conman walks away to count his earnings, grumbling.

"Do tents have roofs?", Dipper wonders out loud since Stan left the room.

"I think we just found our loophole... literally!", Mabel proudly declares as she holds a string with a loophole, making her, Dipper, and Soos laugh at the cheesy joke, causing them to miss the announcer's words in the end.

"So come down soon, folks. Gideon is expecting you."

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

As the evening air is crisp as Dipper, Mabel, and Soos arrive at the Tent of Telepathy. At first glance, it looks like the Mystery Shack but in reverse, even down to Bud Gleeful standing at the entrance with a sack for customers to put money in.

"Whoa, this is like a bizarro version of the Mystery Shack.", Dipper admits as he looks around. "They even have their own Soos." He points to a maintenance worker who looks very similar to Soos, named Deuce, to which he glares at him.

"Sshh!", Mabel shushes her brother. "It's starting!"

"Let's see what this monster looks like.", Dipper murmurs skeptically. The crowd is holding their breath as a large silhouette comes forward on the stage, but starts to shrink with each step until it is in the center. The curtains pull back to reveal a short child younger than the Pines donning a large pompadour and wearing a baby blue business suit, complete with large shoulder pads, a jade bolo tie, and a flashy cape.

"Hello America!", the Gideon greets the audience, his smile being warm. "My name is Li'l Gideon." He claps and doves fly out of his hair, causing the crowd to cheer.

"That's Stan's mortal enemy?", Dipper asks, confused by how this child could be the rival to their grunkle.

"But he's so wittle.", Mabel adds, smiling at how cute the little guy is.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is such a gift to have you here tonight!", Gideon announces to the crowd. "Such a gift. I have a vision. I predict that you will soon all say, 'aww.'" Gideon makes a cute pose and the crowd immediately gushes.

"It came true.", Mabel speaks in awe, holding her cheeks in admiration.

"What?", Dipper rolls his eyes. "I'm not impressed."

"You're impressed!", Mabel teases.

"Hit it, Dad!" Gideon calls his father, Bud Gleeful. He starts playing the piano and the young psychic starts dancing as he sings."Oh, I can see what others can't see. It ain't some sideshow trick, it's innate ability. Where others are blind, I am futurely inclined. And you too could see, if you was widdle ol' me!"

"Come on, everybody, rise up! I want y'all to keep it going!" Gideon calls out to the crowd. They, including Soos and the twins, rise, seemingly unintentionally, and they start to clap along with the beat. This confuses Dipper as this happens.

"Wha—? How did he—?", Dipper stammers in bewilderment as he looks at the young psychic.

"Keep it going!", Gideon calls to the audience before pointing to an elderly woman in the crowd. "You wish your son would call you more."

"I'm leaving everything to my cats!", the old woman yells, with her cat on her lap affirming her.

"I sense that you've been here before.", Gideon predicts as he points at Sheriff Blubs, who is wearing a shirt with Gideon's face on it and holding various other Li'l Gideon merchandise.

"Oh, what gave it away?", he gushes.

"Come on.", Dipper scoffs at this psychic's pitiful predictions. In an instant, Gideon appears beside the Pine Twins, continuing his song. "I'll read your mind if I'm able."

"Something tells me you're named Mabel", Gideon predicts before heading back to the stage.

"How'd he do that?", Mabel asks herself in amazement, she isn't even wearing her name on her sweater.

"So welcome all ye... to the Tent of Telepathy. And thanks for visiting... widdle ol' me!", Gideon finishes his dance as the song ends. The crowd cheers wildly as the young psychic catches his breath.

"Thank you! You people are the real miracles!", Gideon thanks the crowd as he drinks a bottle of water. The crowd leaves, very pleased with the performance that occurred in the Tent of Telepathy. Except for the cynical Dipper.

"Woo! Yeah!", Mabel cheers in excitement. "That was amazing!"

"No wonder our uncle's jealous." Dipper smirks, knowing that despite being fraudulent about being a psychic, Gideon is at least more entertaining than Stan. "That kid's an even bigger fraud than Stan!"

"Oh, come on.", Mabel encourages. "His dance moves were adorable! And did you see his hair? It was like, whoosh!"

"You're too easily impressed.", Dipper remarks, knowing that it doesn't take much to make his sister go starry-eyed.

"Yeah, yeah!", Mabel laughs, giving Dipper a playful shove as he starts laughing with her. What they don't know is that they are a pair of eyes watching them leave in intrigue and obsession.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

In the quiet morning, Dipper browses through the journal psychic related. He remembers what Gideon did to the audience by raising up unanimously like they were under his command, even Dipper himself, who never intended to get up. He wants to know if there is something that could do what the young psychic did to the audience because Dipper doesn't believe that Gideon is inherently psychic, mind you, but he's aware that he's able to control individuals somehow. So far he's found nothing.

His focus is deterred by his bubbly sister. "Check it out, Dipper! I successfully bedazzled my face!", Mabel exclaims as she blinks some of the sequins from her eyelids. "Ow."

"Um...Is that permanent?", Dipper asks, not sure how he's supposed to react to something like this.

"I'm unappreciated in my time…", She laments, disappointed that her brother can't appreciate her artistic ability. The doorbell rings.

"Somebody answer that door!", Grunkle Stan yells from upstairs.

"I'll get it!", Mabel answers as she wipes the sequins off her face as she heads to the door. She opens it up and finds a bashful Gideon on the other side.

"Howdy.", the young psychic warmly greets her.

"It's 'wittle ol' you!", Mabel gasps in surprise.

"Yeah, my song's quite catchy.", He laughs nervously before he gets to the point, rubbing his arm. "Now, I know we haven't formally met, but after yesterday's performance, I just couldn't get your laugh out of my head."

"You mean this one?", the bubbly Pine asks before doing her signature laugh, much to Gideon's delight.

"Oh, what a delight!", Gideon smiles brightly. "Now, when I saw you in the audience, I said to myself, 'Now there's a kindred spirit! Someone who appreciates the sparkly things in life.'"

"That's totally me!", Mabel laughs before coughing up some sequins that land on Gideon's suit, bedazzling it. This amazes the young psychic.

"Enchanting.", Gideon whsipers. "Utterly enchanting."

"Who's at the door?!", Grunkle yells from inside.

"No one, Grunkle Stan!", Mabel yells back in response.

"I appreciate your discretion." Gideon thanks. "Stan's no fan of mine. I don't know how a lemon so sour could be related to a peach so sweet."

"Aww, you're just saying that.", Mabel giggles at the compliment.

"Oh, I mean it with all sincerity.", Gideon ensures her. "Now, what do you say we step away from here, and chat a bit more. Perhaps in my dressing room?"

"Oh! Makeovers!" Mabel exclaims in delight. "Yahoo!" She pokes Gideon in his stomach a little too hard.

Gideon laughs before holding his gut in pain, mumbling "...Ow."

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Mabel returns to the Mystery Shack with her makeover: her hair is curled and held in place an absurd amount of hairspray, overmanucured nails, and excessive amount of makeup. She sees her brother at the same chair from earlier, deeply engrossed into his journal. "Hey Dipper. What's goin' oooon?", she asks as she dangles manicured fingernails over Dipper's head.

He looks up from the journal to see her fingernails and slaps them away in surprise. "Whoa, where have you been? And what's going on with those fingernails, you look like a wolverine." He really doesn't like this much makeup on his sister. It's making her look even more bizarre than the sequins she had on her face.

"I know, right?", she answers, playfully growling and scratching the air. "I was hanging out with my new pal, Gideon. He is one dapper little man."

Dipper sighs. "Mabel, I wouldn't trust anyone whose hair is bigger than their head."

"Oh, leave him alone!", Mabel defends her new pal. "You never want to do girly stuff with me! You and Soos get to do boy stuff all the time." Anything girly she wanted to do, Dipper would opt out and do boy stuff with Soos. Gideon's a breath of fresh air to share the same interests she has.

"What do you mean?", Dipper asks, only for Soos to come in the room, excited.

"Hey dude, you ready to blow up these hot dogs in the microwave one by one?!", the handyman asks, holding the hot dog pack in his face.

"Am I!", Dipper answers, equally excited as they run into the kitchen to pop the dogs in the microwave, laughing. Mabel sighs, rolling her eyes as Dipper proves her point.

The next day arrives and Gideon takes Mabel to the roof of his factory. They are able to see the whole town of Gravity Falls.

"Whoa, the view from your family's factory is nuts!", Mabel exclaims at the view from up top. "Good thing we both bought our….."

"Opera glasses!", she and Gideon cheer, bringing them before pointing them at each other, laughing.

"Mabel, when I'm up here lookin' down on all those little ol' people, I feel like I'm king of all I survey." Gideon explains, whispering the last part ominously. He turns to her, smiling. "I guess that makes you my queen!"

"You are being so nice to me right now, quit it!" Mabel laughs, smacks him in the stomach, playfully.

"I can't quit it. I am speaking from the heart." Gideon admits, holding his heart.

"From the where-now?". Mabel is confused by where the young psychic is going.

"Mabel, I've never felt this close with anyone. So, so close." Gideon explains, stroking his crush's hair, giggling.

"Look Gideon, um…", Mabel tries to explain as she pushes his hand away, uncomfortable. "I like you a lot, but let's just be friends."

"At least just give me a chance." Gideon insists. "Mabel, will you do me the honor of going on a date with me?"

"A play date?", Mabel helplessly asks.

"Uh-uh."

"A shopping date?"

"Nope. It'll just be one li'l ol' date, I swear on my lucky bolo tie." Gideon swears, holding his bolo tie. Mabel looks at the smitten psychic’s green eye, uncertain. She knows that Gideon means well and it would be cruel of her to leave him up on his offer. After all, he promises for one date and he seems to be a man of his word.

"Ummm. Okay, then... I guess…", Mabel answers, still feeling weary about it internally.

"Mabel Pines, you have made me the happiest boy in the world!", Gideon laughs, giving her a big hug. She doesn't feel fully comfortable with it until she realizes something.

"Are you sniffing my hair?"

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

"It's not a date-date, it's just, you know, I didn't want to hurt his feelings and so I figured I'd throw him a bone.", she explains her dating situation as she and her brother play some video games in the living room.

"Mabel, guys don't work that way.", Dipper refutes, his focus never faltering from the game. "You give them an inch, they'll take a mile. At some point, he's gonna fall in love with you."

"Yeah right. I'm not that lovable.", she scoffs, before executing Dipper in the game, cheering in victory. "Yes!"

"Okay, we agree on something here." he grouses and drops the controller. The doorbell rings outside, causing Mabel to stand up and get it.

"I'll go get it", Mabel goes to answer the door, only for a white stallion horse to burst through, neighing. This causes her to scream in surprise and take a few steps back. She looks up from the horse to see Gideon donning cowboy attire, extending her hand out towards her.

"A night of enchantment awaits, m'lady!", he says.

"Oh boy.", she mumbles, to herself. After the horse ride towards their destination, an aquatic themed restaurant which is one of the expensive and finest restaurants in Gravity Falls, they're able to get their own private booth. Even Gideon's stallion is allowed in as it drinks from the fountain.

"I can't believe they let us bring a horse in here.", Mabel says awkwardly. Honestly, the extravagance of this place is not something she's used to being in. Even the menu options when she first checked looked very expensive, even though Gideon said he would pay for it.

"Well, people have a hard time saying no to me.", Gideon winks at her, putting his feet up on the table. As he does this, a waiter arrives to refill their glasses with crystal water, smiling.

"Ah, Monsieur Gideon! Ze feet on ze table! An excellent choice!", the waiter compliments.

"Jean Luc, what did we discuss about eye contact?", Gideon asks, not even glancing at the garcon, frowning.

"Yes, yes, very good.", the waiter adheres, walking back and keeping his eyes away from the young psychic.

Mabel actually looks down at her plate to see various forks, "I've never seen so many forks.", she mentions in amazement. "And water with bubbles in it? Ooh lala, oui, oui."

"Oh! Parlez vous francais?", Gideon asks her.

"...I have no idea what you're saying.", She admits. This makes the young psychic chuckle as their orders arrive, a live lobster for Mabel and a steak with mash potatoes for Gideon.

"I gotta say Mabel", Gideon speaks. "I've been to this restaurant many times but tonight, it feels very special."

"Yeah…", she says as spokes at the lobster on her plate which it pinches her fork in return.

"And tomorrow's date promises to top this one in every way!", Gideon promises.

This causes her to jolt up in realization at what he just said. "Whoa whoa, you said just one date, and this was it."

"Hark! What a surprise!", Gideon says, seemingly ignoring what Mabel is saying. "A red crested South American rainbow macaw!" As he said that, a giant macaw lands on Gideon's forearm. He silently counts to three before the macaw talks.

"MABEL! WILL YOU- ACCOMPANY- GIDEON- TO- THE BALLROOM DANCE- THIS THURBDAY-", Gideon shakes the bird briefly. "THURSDAY?!" The macaw coughs up a letter and flies away. After that declaration, many of the patrons started gushing at Gideon's display of affection to the point crowd near the booth in excitement on Mabel's decision.

"They're expectin' us. Please say you'll go.", Gideon asks her, holding up the letter and unaware of the pressure he's putting on her.

"Oh, Gideon, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to say-", Mabel starts before looking back at the patrons and to Gideon, who are waiting for her to say yes. She's been promised only one date and that's all she wanted, but the pressure from saying no to someone who went out their way to do this seems too steep. She doesn't want to disappoint anyone, especially Gideon. After a deep breath, she makes her decision.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

At the Mystery Shack, Stan arrives in front, looking miffed as he holds a newspaper article showing a picture of Gideon and Mabel together with Dipper, Wendy, and Soos. "Hey, hey! What the jackal is Mabel doing in the paper next to that crazy pickpocket Gideon?!" Stan specifically told to not hang around the little gremlin. Why don't they listen?

"Oh, yeah, it's like a big deal.", Wendy explains, looking up from her magazine. "Everybody's talking about Gideon and Mabel's big date tonight."

"WHAT?! That little shyster is dating my great niece!?", Stan yells.

"I wonder what the new name will be for the power couple. Mabideon? Gideabel?", Soos brainstorms before gasping."Magidbeleon!" Stan turns towards a nervous Dipper.

"You knew anything about this, kid?", he interrogates him.

"I didn't!', Dipper answers. "I didn't hear about it and plus, I told her not to do it anyway." After hearing this, Stan grumbles before re-entering, wearing his suit.

"Yeah, well it ends tonight.", Stan declares, heading towards the door. "I'm going right down to that little skunk's house; this is gonna stop RIGHT now!" He slams the door and heads to the car, driving to the Gleeful residence. Stan's car skids to a halt in front of Gideon's house. He gets out of the car and marches towards the front lawn and starts knocking on the door, loudly.

"Gideon, you little punk! Open up!", Stan yells before reading a sign on the door that says 'Please Pardon This Garden', before slamming the sign towards the ground. "I will pardon NOTHING!" Gideon doesn't answer the door, rather, his father, Bud Gleeful answers it with a balmy smile.

"Why, Stanford Pines! What a delight!", Bud greets the conman.

"Out of the way Bud, I'm looking for Gideon!", Stan answers, pushing past the patriarch to find the little twerp.

"Well, I haven't seen the boy around.", Bud informs, his smile never leaving. "But since you're here, you simply must come in for coffee!" He gently pulls Stan inside.

"But-but I came-", Stan stutters, trying to get back to his task.

"Ah, ah, ah. It's imported.", Bud explains. "All the way from Colombia." They walk as the tea starts to get made.

"Wow... I went to jail there once." Stan remembers fondly. He allows himself to enjoy the interior design of the house, whistling. "Some digs you got here.", he compliments before eyes focus on a clown painting. "Oh, this. This is beautiful." Bud and Stan sit down and enjoy some freshly brewed coffee.

"Now, I hear that your niece and my Gideon are, well, they're singin' in harmony lately so to speak.", Bud recalls, seemingly happy for son's blooming romance with his beau.

"Uh, yeah, and I'm against it!", Stan declares, pushing a couch cushion to prove a point.

"No no no. I see it as a fantastic business opportunity.", Bud explains to Stan as they pass across the family photo in which there was Bud, Mrs. Gleeful, and their two children: a younger Gideon and a blonde haired teen with a bored expression. "We've been at each other's throats for far too long, yes we have. This is our big chance to set aside our rivalry and pool our collective profit, you see."

Stan closes the register. "I'm listening."

While Stan and Bud are talking about financial profiting, Mabel returns to the Shack after an emotionally draining date with the lobster still on her. She walks in to see Dipper relaxing at the table as he's reading his from the Journal.

He looks up to see his sister come in. "Hey. How'd it go?"

"I don't know.", Mabel answers, putting the crustacean in the fish tank. "...I have a lobster now."

"Well, at least it's over and you'll never have to go out with him again.", Dipper proclaims before going back to reading. He realizes his sister hasn't said anything, onliy tapping on the glass of the fish tank. "Mabel? It's over, right? Right?"

She turns around and exclaims frustratingly, flailing her arms. "He asked me out again and I didn't know how to say no!"

"Mabel, it's not that hard. All you have to do is say no."

"It's not that simple, Dipper.", Mabel says. "I do like Gideon, as a friend slash little sister, so I didn't want to hurt his feelings! I just need to get things back to where they used to be. You know, friends."

Easier said than done. Dipper thinks to himself, shaking his head. Mabel has always been the one that tried to make everyone else feel joyous. Disappointing them is something she hates doing.

True to Dipper's thought process, Mabel tried to say how she really felt about dating Gideon, only for her to backtrack and just go dancing with him on the ballroom floor. She tried again when they were getting some food, but she got nervous as people were gushing at the "couple". Even now, as they're boat riding down the stream with Old Man McGucket paddling, she's mentally trying to push herself into telling Gideon the truth.

"Hah, you know I thought dancing was gonna be the end of the evening, right?", Mabel recalls, nervously as Gideon said that they were just going dancing. Gideon holds her hands, lovingly.

"Don't you want this evenin' to last, my sweet?", the young psychic asks.

She instinctively jolts away. "NO!", she answers quickly before backtracking and trying to be more passive towards the clingy Gleeful. "I mean yes. I mean I'm always happy to hang out with a friend, buddy, pal, chum, other word for friend…"

"Pal?", McGucket chimes in.

"I already said pal.", Mabel answers before coming up with another word. "Mate?"

"How about soulmate?", Gideon asks, lovingly. As he said, fireworks appear with a heart and Mabel's name inside of it. She looks distraught, she wanted to just to let Gideon off easy but he's basically put her in a situation that she can't say no to.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Dipper walks downstairs, humming. Once gets closer down the stairs, he hears his sister talking towards herself.

"...I mean, he's so nice, but.. I can't keep doing this. But I can't break his heart. I have no way out!", Mabel rants towards, walking around in a circle, trying to find a way out of this.

Dipper walks in. "What in the heck happened on that date?", he asks her.

"I don't know!", Mabel admits, holding her head in frustration. "I was in the friend zone, and then before I knew what was happening, he pulled me into the romance zone. It was like quick sand! Chubby quicksand!"

Dipper shakes his head and puts a consoling hand on shoulder. "Mabel, come on. It's not like you're gonna have to marry Gideon.", he comforts her. Unfortunately, Stan doesn't get the memo as he walks in with a Team Gideon T-Shirt.

"Great news, Mabel. You have to marry Gideon!", Stan informs, much to her distress.

Mabel is distraught. "Wh-what?!"

"Yep. It's all part of my long term deal with Buddy Gleeful. There's a lot of cash tied up in this thing.", the conman explains, pointing to his T-Shirt. "Plus I got this shirt. Ugh, I am fat." Mabel runs out of the living room, screaming.

"Bodies change, kid!", Stan yells to her, missing the point as to why she ran. "Bodies change…." Dipper just sighs and walks into the attic to see Mabel hiding in her sweater. It's getting that bad.

"Oh no. Mabel?", Dipper asks.

She's cradling her head in her sweater and rocking back and forth. ,"Mabel's not here. She's in sweater town."

He crouches near her with a sympathetic look on her face. "Are you gonna come out of sweater town?", he asks her, only for a whimper to be her response. "Alright, enough is enough. If you can't break up with Gideon, I'll do it for you."

She pops her head out with a hopeful expression. "You will?" He nods his head in response and she gives him the biggest hug that she can. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

True to his word, Dipper took a long trip across Gravity Falls flying as a new alien he found in the watch until he reached his destination: The Club, another restaurant known for its extravagance. He reverts back to his human form and takes a big breath before reaching inside to see Gideon sitting in a booth awaiting Mabel. Dipper heads to the booth and clears his throat.

"Oh. Dipper Pines, how are you?", Gideon greets the young Pine with simulated delight. "You look good, you look good."

"Thanks, you uh…", Dipper laughs nervously. "Look, Gideon. We've got to talk. Mabel isn't joining you tonight, she uh, she doesn't want to see you anymore. She's uh….. kinda weirded out by you, no offense." After he says those words, Gideon sitz there with the same expression on his face processing those words. He stays like that for three minutes, creeping Dipper out.

"So what you're sayin' is...you've come between us.", Gideon says very slowly, his eye twitching ever so slightly.

Dipper starts to get a little nervous. "You're not gonna like, freak out or anything, are ya?"

"Of course not.", Gideon laughs, faking a smile on his face. "These things happen. Bygones, you know."

Dipper sighs, relaxing. "Oh, well that's a relief." Just as he says that, the watch twitched from red to green, beeping to signify that it's charged up. This action causes him to jolt a bit in surprise and Gideon to look at it in intrigue.

"That's an interesting watch you got there.", Gideon inquires as looks at the watch. There's something engaging about it. "Where'd you get it?", Dipper instinctively hides his hand with the watch behind his back for a moment before coming with an answer.

"Uh...", Dipper stumbles before finding an answer. "I-I bought it from…..Japan. It took alot of money to get and it was a...rare item to search for, you know."

Gideon continues to stare at the young Pine, with a smile that starts to become erie. "Fascinatin'."

Dipper looks left and right, chuckling nervously. "So. Okay. Cool. Sorry man, again but uh, hey, thumbs up, right?" He turns around to leave, unaware that Gideon still had that malicious smile on his face.

"Thumbs up indeed, my friend.", he whispers to himself.

As he reaches outside, Dipper lets out a breath that he didn't know held. "Huh, that went better than expected." He honestly expected for Gideon to flip out if anything, he sighs and heads back to Shack, ready to tell her that her Gideon situation is taken care of…..or so he thinks.

In the Gleeful Residence, Gideon is staring into his mirror, seething with rage. He usually doesn't get this angry most of the time, but there are a few things that make reach this peak. The first cause for this could be that he couldn't get what he wants and the second being siblings. Everytime, he hears anything about siblings, it always goes back to his older brother. How his father or mother would look at the pictures of him fondly, how they wouldn't have so much finance without some of his help, how he would always be respectful towards his parents, how successful he is. Him, him, him. No matter what he tries, he'll never have the power, attention, and success to the magnitude of what his older brother has.

With Dipper, he did two things wrong: him being the brother of Mabel and him taking his love away from him. "Dipper Pines, you have no idea what you've done!" He growls, grabbing his amulet tightly and a candle starts to levitate and the light bulbs on his boudoir explode. His other furniture starts levitating. "You've just made the biggest mistake of your life!" And like that, he throws the levitated objects on the ground hard enough to shake the room.

Bud Gleeful arrives into the room, shocked to see mostly everything destroyed. "Gideon Charles Gleeful, clean up your room this instant!", he scolds his son, firmly.

"I CAN BUY AND SELL YOU, OLD MAN!", the young psychic yells furiously, scowling at his father, who looks taken aback before shrugging.

"Fair enough.", Bud sighs before closing the door. Gideon turns his attention away from the door and looks down to see a picture of his love, Mabel and the wretch who angers him, Dipper. He holds his amulet and concentrates on incinerating the side with Dipper, leaving Mabel on it. He laughs with malicious intent.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

After the breakup, Mabel has been feeling a whole lot better. To celebrate, Soos and the twins decide to have a simple game Soos tucks a pillow under his shirt and they try to tackle him.

"Hit me, dudes.", Soos holds his arms out, waiting for them to charge at him. They come at him in full force, laughing as they fall down. "Feels good."

"I'm so glad everything's back to normal!", Mabel sighs in content, feeling relieved that the Gideon ordeal is over.

"You said it.", Dipper agrees, chuckling. As he speaks, the phone rings from inside the Shack, causing the twins to look at each other.

"Your turn.", they both say, only for Dipper to say it later. He gets up and heads inside to answer it. "Hello?"

"Toby Determined, Gravity Falls Gossiper."

"Oh hey man. Sorry for accusing you of murder last week."

"Water under the bridge! Say, we want to interview you about whether you've seen anything unUSUAL about this here TOWN since you've arrived."

"Oh, finally! I thought nobody would ever ask! I have notes and theories! Uh huh, uh huh." He pulls out a notepad and writes the address Toby tells him. "412 Gopher Road. Tonight? Got it." He heads back out, telling Mabel and Soos where he's going and when he'll be back. After a long walk to his destination, he arrives at a factory. Dipper looks at the notepad to check and see if he has the right address, to which he realizes that he does. He opens the door to the factory.

"Hello?", Dipper calls out, hearing nothing. He looks inside to see that nobody's here and turns around to leave, only for the door to slam shut. He pushes on the door to try to open it to no avail. Suddenly, lights turn on and he turns around to see Gideon in a swivel chair, petting a doll of himself.

"Hello, friend.", the young psychic greets him, coldly.

"Ugh, Gideon.", Dipper groans, exasperatedly. Why is he bothering him?

"Dipper Pines, how long have you been living in this town?", Gideon asks the Pine, playing with his toy. "A week or two? You like it here? Enjoy the scenery?" His voice changes from veiled child-like curiosity to quiet fury at the second half of his question.

Dipper starts getting uneasy but calms himself. "What do you want from me, man?", he demands, wanting the young psychic to get to the point.

"Listen carefully, boy.", Gideon's tone becomes deathly serious. "This town has secrets you couldn't begin to understand!"

"Is this about Mabel?", Dipper asks, getting to the point. "I told you, she's not into you!"

This makes Gideon slam his arms on the swivel chair. "LIAR! YOU turned her against me!", he yells as he jumps from his chair, grabbing his amulet and marches toward Dipper. "She was my peach dumplin'!"

"Uh, you okay, man?", Dipper asks, walking back. Gideon lifts his hand up and Dipper's body is covered in an ethereal blue aura and lifted into the air. With a swipe of his hand, Dipper is thrown onto boxes hard. He pulls himself up only to see Gideon grinning at him with malice.

"Readin' minds isn't all I can do.", Gideon laughs ominously, enjoying the dread etched on Dipper's face.

"But-but you're a fake.", Dipper tries to explain.

"Oh? Then tell me, Dipper….", the sadistic child inquires, levitating various merchandise and objects. "Is this fake?" After that question, he starts throwing plates, spoons, and forks at Dipper, who dodges a good portion but gets nicked in the face, vest, and knee, much to the vengeful child's pleasure. Gideon decides to up the ante by throwing cups at constantly moving Pine.

Dipper does everything he can to avoid the merchandise Gideon telekinetically throws at him. The ruthless psychic grabs a cabinet and launches it at the Pine, who jumps out the way to avoid it but ends up hitting the back of his head in the process. He rubs it to ease the pain before he sees the malicious Gideon levitating above him, sneering.

"Grunkle Stan was right!", Dipper yells at the young psychic. "You are a monster!"

"Your sister will be mine!", Gideon declares madly, laughing as he lifts up another cabinet to launch at the young Pine, who hides behind a stack of heavy boxes. The cabinet crashes into the boxes to the wall. Dipper grunts as he realizes that his right arm is bruised, but thanks to the boxes taking most of the damage from the cabinet, he's mostly fine.

Dipper pushes himself up as much as he can to activate the watch. It beeps on and tries to find the right alien that can help. Diamondhead?, Dipper thinks. Swampfire?! Water Hazard?! XLR8?! Come on, there has to be an alien that I'm familiar with! He tries to find the aliens that he knows but to no avail. He almost stops seeing a fire alien. But could this help? He doesn't know what it can-

"Come on out, boy!", Gideon demands , levitating cutlery that are poised to skewer the shapeshifter. "I ain't finished punishing you yet!" Dipper hears this and tries to move, accidentally pressing it via moving across the boxes. As this happens, a massive green light illuminates under the boxes, temporarily blinding the vengeful psychic.

"What in tarnation?!", Gideon asks, puzzled. That green light just came from under there. How did this scoundrel create a light that bright? This might be a distraction of sorts. Gideon thinks as he starts getting impatient and levitates the boxes away. But before he can finish, a massive torrent of flames breaks out of the clutter in an explosive fashion.

Standing opposed to the malicious child is a confused charcoal man. He's composed of a brownish-red rocky texture with intense heat radiating from underneath, specifically ending out of his flaming head, hands, and feet. This shocks the young psychopath before he gets enraged.

"How?!", Gideon demands. "How did you manage to turn yourself into a Pyronite?!" His outrage causes the fiery man to jolt out of his stupor and gives a determined scowl towards the delusional psychic. So this is another flame alien like Swampfire. Maybe I should call him Hetablast, Dipper thinks before mentally sighing. Really wished I had something on this alien that….Gideon somehow knows? He shakes his head and focuses on the present.

"Stop this, Gideon.", the Pyronite demands before getting into a battle stance. "This is your first and final warning." His ultimatum provokes the sociopathic psychic more than he's already feeling at the moment. He lifts up his patented cutlery and launches them at the morphed Pine, who only raises his hand and gives a precise fireball that melts them and charges towards Gideon, pelting more fireballs at him. The crazy psychic sets up a shield as the fireballs explode and disperses on impact. The embers land on some of the boxes, to which causes them to ignite.

"You think you have the right to threaten me, boy?!", Gideon scowls, telekinetically grabbing the flaming boxes and tosses them at the flaming alien, who blasts them into nothing but ash. This gives the young psychic enough time to grab the Pyronite and throw him out through the wall.

Heatblast rubs his head, groaning in pain. "Ow...that hurt." Dipper gets up to see a levitating and apoplectic Gideon, holding up cabinets and heavy boxes. The insane psychic glares at the familiar emblem on the center of the Pyronite's chest. That design looks familiar, Gideon thinks before he realizes it. That watch! That watch is what is allowed that wretch to morph into that Pyronite. First, Dipper turns the love of his life against him and now, he has a piece of technology that can morph him into any alien he sees fit? The insane psychic doesn't know which one makes even more angrier. He decides to channel his anger into throwing his crates at his pyrokinetic opponent.

The transformed Pine dodges most of the crates and blasts the rest of them away. He looks at his fiery hands before looking at his fiery hands before looking at Gideon, who is pulling out more items from the factory as potential weaponry. The Pyro-Pine looks down, quickly trying to form a plan. He probably can't attack and defend at the same time. I can exploit that. He points both flaming hands on the ground. Let's hope Soos was right about copying that comic book character. The flames escape from Heatblast's hands and he finds himself being able to rocket up into the air via propulsion. Once he finds his balance, he flies towards Gideon at high speeds, reaching ascension and delivers a two handed fireball attack.

The vengeful Gleeful puts up his shield as Dipper delivers a massive fireball. Just at the right moment, Gideon grabs the fireball, the flames going from a raging orange to ethereal turquoise, and throws it back to the descending Pyronite. Reaching high velocities, Heatblast crashes into the grassy ground to leave a crater and upheaval of dirt, he propels him out of the crater after a moment's pass. Gideon levitates a massive assortment of lamb shears and in tow, the morphed Pine delivers an intense stream of fire that melts them onto the ground in a hot mesh.

While Dipper's attention was on melting the scissors, Gideon sneakily grabs two of his branded water gallons. After he deals with the scissors, he sets himself up and tosses them into Heatblast, the water causes the Pyronite's fire to be extinguished.

"Uh oh", Heatblast is surprised that his flames are out. What do I do?, Dipper thinks. Before coming up with an idea. If my flames are high enough to melt metal, maybe I can reignite- Heatblast is slammed by a barrage of heavy boxes courtesy of the vengeful Gideon. He finishes up his attack by grabbing one of his cabinets and lifts it up under the Dipper before slamming it down hard on top of the morphed Pine.

"What can you do now, boy?!", Gideon yells, grabbing every item in the factory, ready to finish off the transforming Pine. "That Pyronite form takes time to reignite! Now that you're weakened…." Heatblast gets up slowly, his heat coming back. Gideon tosses everything at him with devastating force. "DIE!"

The Pyronite gets himself up to deliver an equally powerful attack. "HAAA!", Heatblast screams intensely as he delivers a massive flow of flames, greater than before.

The barrage of items being thrown at high velocity and the great stream of fire causes a massive collusion. The massive collusion causes an explosion to erupt instantly, making Gideon to skid across the ground and Heatblast rolls across the grass, burning it, slamming into a tree before falling to the ground. After a few moments pass, Gideon and Heatblast get up, both looking heavily damaged. For Gideon, his blue suit is mostly covered in dirt and ripped on the sleeves and face is scrapped, there's some cuts on his arm. Despite this, he still looks very angry, panting for his breath. Heatblast's movement is slower than usual and, like Gideon, is panting, feeling exhausted.

Heatblast decides to ignite another fireball, while Gideon gets ready to counterattack. Just when he's about to launch at the Gleeful, he hears a dreadful sound. Beep-Beep-Beep. Heatblast's eyes widened. "Oh, no.", he rasps before being enveloped in a crimson light. What replaces the Pyronite is a beaten up Dipper, who's levitated by an apoplectic Gideon and slams him into the wall of the factory, knocking the wind out of him. He tries to break free but to no avail.

"Will you just give up?!", Dipper yells, glaring at the crazy child. "She's never gonna date you, man!"

"THAT'S A LIE!" Gideon screams in anger before his attention is turned towards a flaming box of lamb shears. He turns back at the restrained Pine, smiling sadistically. "And I'm gonna make sure you never lie to me again, friend." He levitates the flaming lamb shears slowly towards Dipper, who tries to move out the way but can't. The deranged psychic just keeps laughing in twisted delight as the shears get closer and closer towards cutting the Pine's face.

"Gideon! We have to talk!" Those words make Gideon freeze in surprise. He turns to see a livid Mabel with her fists clenched.

"M-Mabel. My marshmalla.", Gideon drops the shears on the ground before fixing his hair, nervous as he's caught redhanded. "What are you doin' here?"

Mabel closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry Gideon, but I can't be your marshmallow. I needed to be honest and tell you that myself."

Gideon is taken aback by what she says. She doesn't want to be his marshmallow? "I-I don't understand." he responds, squeezing the amulet that represents his broken heart, which in return, squeezes Dipper.

Dipper feels his body tightening up, uncomfortably. "Uh, Mabel!? This probably isn't the best time to be brutally honest with him!", he calls out to her. Mabel gets a brief look of concern on her face when she glances at Dipper before giving a "sincere" smile towards the distraught Gideon.

"Hey, but we can still be makeover buddies.", she offers, holding his hands gently. "Wouldn't you like that?"

"Really?", Gideon asks, hopeful as he loosens his grip on the amulet. Mabel's eyes never left the amulet and at the right moment, she takes the chance.

She snatches Gideon's amulet off and Dipper falls down."No, not really! You were attacking my brother, what the heck?!"she exclaims. Gideon is shocked by what Mabel just did and tries to get his tie.

"My tie! Give it back!", Gideon demands, only for Mabel throws the amulet to Dipper who gets up and runs after the amulet's trajectory and catches it.

"Not so powerful without this, are you?" Dipper taunts but Gideon screams and charges at Dipper with sudden speed, making him drop the amulet and knocking them both off the cliff.

"Dipper!"

Dipper and Gideon scream. Gideon punches Dipper and the two start hitting each other before they realize that they're getting closer to the ground, making them scream again. But before they splat on the ground, they're both covered in the ethereal blue aura. They look up to see Mabel, holding the mystic amulet, levitating along with them and then floats down.

"Listen Gideon, it's over. I will never, ever, date you.", she declares. With that, she drops them down and throws the amulet to the ground, breaking it. The ethereal glow howling away in the wind.

"MY POWERS! Oh this isn't over. This isn't the last you'll see of wittle... ol' me.", the crazed psychic declares, walking into the dark forest.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Stan finishes signing papers in the Gleeful's living room area. "Ah, this is livin', brother.", Stan sighs in content, leaning back on the couch.

"From now on it's all name brand foods and clown paintings.", Bud Gleeful agrees, taking a swig of his coffee. Just as he says that, a livid and beaten up Gideon bursts through the door. "Gideon? Are you—?"

Ignoring his father, Gideon stands on the coffee table, scowling at Stan, pointing his fist at him. "Stanford Pines, I rebuke thee! I rebuke thee!"

Stan is confused. "Rebuke? Is that a word."

"The entire Pines' family have invoked my wrath! You will all pay recompense for your transgressions!", Gideon declares as he points his nemesis.

"What, you got like a word-a-day calendar or something?", Stan asks, still not taking the young psychic's rage seriously.

"But-but sunshine?", Bud intervenes, laughing nervously. "What about our arrangement with Mabel and—?"

"SILENCE!", Gideon yells at his father, "The deal is off!"

Bud just sighs, before looking at the conman. "Well, I see that he's takin' to one of his rages again. Sorry Stan, but I have to side with Gideon on this one." He rips up the contract, terminating any plans for Mystery Shack and Tent of Telepathy merger.

"Okay, okay. I can see when I'm not wanted.", Stan realizes before grabbing the clown painting and starts to run.

"Stan, I'm-I'm sorry but I'm gonna need that painting back! Stan? STAN!", Bud tries to call out to the conman, only for his words to go on deaf ears.

"TRY AND CATCH ME, SUCKERS!", Stan declares, running to his car, putting the clown painting in the back, driving away. After a long ride, he arrives at the Mystery Shack, where he hangs up the clown painting. "I coulda had it all.", Stan contemplates. He turns and looks at the twins, who look exhausted physically and emotionally exhausted. "What the heck happened to you two?"

"Gideon.", The Pine Twins answer, equally tired after dealing with the crazy psychic.

"Gideon. Yeah, the little mutant 'swore vengeance' on the whole family.", Stan scoffs sitting in the recliner, mockingly raising his fist in the air imitating the angry psychic. "Ha, I guess he's gonna try to nibble my ankles or somethin'."

Dipper gets up a bit. He realizes that Gideon's powerless without his amulet. "Oh, yeah. How's he gonna destroy us now, huh? Try to guess what number we're thinking of?"

Mabel gets up, smiling at the young psychic's misfortune. "He'll never guess what number I'm thinking of.", Mabel says before laughing. "NEGATIVE EIGHT! No one would guess a negative number."

"Uh oh.", Stan gasps jokingly at the Twins. "He's plannin' on destruction right now!" He lays on top of the twins, to which they all laugh, enjoying Gideon's loss.

Meanwhile, at the Gleeful Household, in Gideon's room. He's making dolls of the Pines family, grumbling and growling to himself. He plays with the Mabel doll, looking at it lovingly as he imitates her voice. "Oh, Gideon, I still love you. If only my family weren't in the way." He picks up the Stan doll, disgusts etched on his face as he impersonates him. "Look at me. I'm old, and I'm smelly." He grabs the Dipper doll with a scowl on his face, mocking the Pine. "Hey, what are you gonna do without your precious amulet now that I got a watch that allows me to morph into aliens?"

He laughs, ominously. "Oh you'll see boy…", he closes Journal 2.

"You'll see."

#chapters #dipper pines #mabel pines #soos #stan pines #gideon gleeful #heatblast #omni falls

[saintashes]

sad hour snuggles ( 0.5/2 )

( i haven’t fully completed this story yet, so i’m just gonna post half of it for now. what i’m planning to do is make two oneshots, this one and the kam pocky oneshot. enjoy half of my unproductive excuses - )

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“ lately i’ve been thinking . . . i want you to be happier . surprising , i know . but i’ll do whatever i can to make sure that i can give you at least five minutes of euphoria . ”

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Tam Song sat in a small but cozy chair in the corner of his empty room, away from the windows. He let out a terribly long sigh that sounded painful, continuing to stare up at the plain ceiling. He was seriously contemplating on rebelling against his parents and painting his walls.

Besides the flipping of pages, everything was silent. Tam sat alone in his dull room, his slim fingers gently turning the papers of an even duller book he was looking into. He normally wouldn’t read, but he was so very bored. Linh, his sister, was out in the Forbidden Cities, trying to find a new pet called a cat with Sophie and Biana. Tam was positive she was planning to drive him insane with animals.

Hours passed, and Tam was on the last page of his book. It had the title of, “Big Book of Pets”. Sophie had brought it for Linh the last time she’d illegally went to the human cities and it was pretty fitting with the ordeal Tam would have to endure after his sister added a new member to their household. He would study about all the animals so that he could be ready for whatever monstrosity Linh would have him take care of.

Shutting the back flap of the book, Tam flopped onto his soft white pillows, his bed bouncing slightly with him. The teen shivered and pulled his blankets over himself. He lay there, forlorn and apathetic in his bed. Grabbing his Imparter from the bedside table, he flipped it open and scrolled through his device. He almost dozed off from the silence, but it seems like the person on the other end of the call that Tam answered had other plans.

“Hey, Bangs Boy!” exclaimed Keefe with a rather mischievous look in his ice blue hues.

Tam groaned out of annoyance and blinked his eyes open. “What?” he demanded.

“Woah there, I’m just checking in with you. I’m pretty bored. But I swear, I’m not dying your hair pink or anything today. But if I did pull off something, I’d start with cutting those bangs off first.”

“Shut up, my bangs are awesome. You're just jealous of how more ladies swoon for me.”

“I don’t need no one to be head over heels with me.”

“Oh, right, you have your girlfriend, Sophie.”

“I- She’s not my girlfriend, so be quiet.”

“Mhm, sure she isn’t.”

Now, Tam wasn’t very fond of this conversation and where it was going. Yes, he did have a hair rivalry with Keefe, but what he yearned for was a decent, PLEASANT conversation with him. The teen was tired of arguing whenever they met and was especially done with the fact of being the one staring from afar in the hallways of Foxfire. It’s not like it was his choice he was gay for Keefe Sencen, the straightest guy he knew.

To Tam, Keefe was one hot elf. And also a kind and funny one. Everything about Keefe was perfect to Tam - well, except his boasting about his hair and his tendency to get himself into all sorts of trouble. He wasn’t sure what to make of his feelings and words around Keefe, so he just continued to put up a “go away because I don’t like you” facade, but he really didn’t mean that. He just wanted to hold Keefe’s hand and tease him for stupid actions and play with his blonde hair, even though that’s what started their hatred. The hair.

Keefe must’ve noticed the pain that began to form in Tam’s eyes. Or his Empath abilities were getting stronger. Either way, he let his own taunting act drop and put up his caring one. “Hey, you okay?”

Eyes widening, Tam placed his free hand over his silver orbs and began rambling unconvincingly. “W-What? I’m completely fine and I have no idea why you’re asking that.” 

“Don’t lie to me, Bangs Boy. Move your hand.”

“Uh, no.”

“C’mon, dude. If nothing’s wrong, then you shouldn’t have a problem with that.”

“The, uh...the light’s in my eyes.”

Keefe shook his head and laughed, the sound giving Tam butterflies in his stomach. “What light?”

“Uhhhhh- The one above me.” Tam clapped his hands twice and turned the Imparter’s camera above. “See? Light?”

Tam’s silver bangs glinted in the warm white light, a reminiscent of his time at Exillium. 

“Bro, you just turned it on.”

“N-No I didn’t. It’s been like that.” He clapped again twice, turning off the brightness that emitted from above.

“Okay, sure. You’ve turned off the light. Now turn the camera towards yourself and tell me what’s wrong.”

“NOTHING. N-O-T-H-I-N-G. Nothing’s wrong!” He pulled the camera back to his hand-covered face.

“Then you wouldn’t mind me coming over?”

“I totally would.”

“Aw, c’mon, you can’t resist the Keefester!” The blonde-haired teen wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, adding a little wink to the end. “You know you want a little time with me.”

“Alright, I’ll play your little game. But I can’t promise that I won’t kick you out when you’re annoying.” 

Keefe gasped dramatically and fell onto his sea blue sheet covers. “You couldn’t ever do that to poor Keefe!” 

Tam snuggled into his bed, getting comfy. “I would.”

“Fine. Let’s make a bet then.”

“...Go on, I’m listening.”

Settling on his stomach, Keefe propped his head upon his elbow as he tried to set his Imparter down on his own bed. He checked to make sure the camera was still on as he spoke. “Since you’re so sure you’ll kick me out…”

Tam sighed quietly, spacing out. I couldn’t let you leave, Keefe. If I got a chance to enjoy your company, I’d treasure it. You’re, like, so great and I don’t know why I even try to keep up my awful personality around you. HOW ARE YOU STILL SO NICE TO ME EVEN THOUGH I’M SO MEAN AND YOU’VE GONE THROUGH SO MUCH?! It’s gonna be so awkward when you come over. Why am I even agreeing? Am I gay panicking-

“TAM!”

The teen flinched, and squeaked out a pitiful, “What?”

Keefe looked tempted to burst out laughing at Tam, but he kept himself under control and placed his signature smirk on his handsome face. “You gotta seem like you paid attention after zoning out, Bangs Boy. Foxfire’s not gonna let you pass by daydreaming about...whatever a salty guy like you dreams about. I’m assuming you didn’t hear my idea?”

“Nope,” replied Tam, popping the ‘p’ sound. “Not a single thing. Guess you’ll have to say it all again. What a shame.” He gave Keefe a half-smile. A genuine half-smile.

“Was that a Tam smile? Look at that, I’m lucky to have seen one, even though it was because I’m having to say everything I said again. Very cruel of you,” said Keefe, wagging a finger at Tam disapprovingly. “Pay attention this time. So, what I’m suggesting is that since you’re so sure of the fact that you’ll send me away...We’ll do a time limit. If I get to stay without pissing you off in that time, You’ll have to allow me to do whatever with you for the rest of the day-”

“You’ll totally mess up my hair.”

“I promise not to lay a finger on those oh, so awesome bangs of yours. Anyways, if I don’t get to stay in the time limit, I’ll let you decide what to do without telling me. Surprise me, Song.”

“Don’t call me by my last name. It’s disgusting. I hate the very sound of it.”

“Okay, okay. Surprise me, Tammy.”

“I honestly prefer that over Song. Also, your idea sounds like the classic bet that happens all the time. Fine, deal.”

“Wow, it was that easy to have you join me? Dang, Tammy. You’re getting soft.”

“Shut up. I’m just bored. What’s the time for the bet?”

“Uhhhhh, two hours?”

“Cool. I guess good luck trying to not screw this up.”

“Same to you, Bangs Boy.”

“Oh, and don’t come through the front door. Just light leap to the back and I’ll find a way to bring you up.”

Silence followed and Tam realized that Keefe must’ve ended the call. He ran a cold hand down his face and let out a frustrated grunt. He was surely to get into trouble when Keefe waltzed into Chloramore like it was nothing. He heard footsteps come from outside of his door so he quickly hid his Imparter and pulled his book out again.

“Tam,” his father, Quan, said, stepping into the slightly messy room. “I heard talking. Was that you?” He kicked a black shirt to the side and scowled at the way Tam left a few clothes out of place.

“I don’t know, was it?” Tam wasn’t going to give Quan a single straight answer. It was good entertainment watching his father become furious. Tapping his finger on his chin in an act, Tam spoke again. “I guess it was. I don’t see anyone else here, now do I?”

“Who were you conversing with?”

“Myself.”

“I find that quite hard to believe.”

“What, I can’t discuss a book with myself since you won’t let me go see anyone?”

“You’re not stable, Tam.”

Shaking his head, he let out a tiny chuckle that didn’t sound very amused. “I’m not stable? Lovely hearing you talk, but go away now.”

“Give me your Imparter.”

“What Imparter?”

“Tam, I may be what you call ‘cruel’, but I can assure you I’m not. I can also assure you that I’m not stupid.”

He rolled his hands and pushed his bangs out of his eyes, groaning out of annoyance. “Whatever.” Tam made sure the device was locked and shut down before tossing it to Quan. He pointed to his door and made a motion for his father to leave. “Get out now.”

Straightening his back, Quan gave Tam a glare. “Don’t speak to me like that, Tam Song.” Tam grimaced at the mention of his last name, clearly not fond of it whatsoever. “Remember your place in this household.” And with that, he walked out of the room.

Boy, was today a bad day for Tam. First, Keefe calls, then they make a bet, and now he had to listen to his father boss him around? Not very fun. As Tam was deciding that nothing else could happen and that Keefe would ditch the bet in an attempt to save himself, he heard shuffling and a lot of whining from outside his window. A rock smacked the tinted window and Tam scowled, making his way towards it. He let in air and realized how long he hadn’t been outside. The thought got cut off by a familiar voice, and Tam began to regret every decision he’d made so far today.

#kam #kotlc #my boissss #keefe be callin out tam from now on #i honestly don't know what to even tag with at this point hhhh -

[ain-t-bovvered]

15x04 Commentary

bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

Hello and welcome:

@purpleskiesandcherrypies​  (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon​  (Kat)  

@waywardbaby​  (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered  (Giulia)

Giulia: Ok so in my haste of things i just spilled all my hot coffee on my self.  I’m burning but the ep is ready. But fuck

Kat: Oh shit. Go rinse with cold water

Zee: You alive ??

Giulia: No i burned my self with coffee

Nat : Where did you spill it

Giulia: Leg

Nat : You need a minute?

Giulia: No i think I’m good

Zee: Any blisters ?

Giulia: Well i’ll see tomorrow won’t I.  Whatever just start the episode I’m already angry. Just...start the ep so I can deal with the mess later on , can’t wait for that

Nat : ok

Nat : 3

Nat : 2

Nat : 1

Nat : go

Nat : "We're gonna be free"

Giulia: No i don t wanna see this again

Zee: Becky ?

Giulia: Gasps

Zee: Wtf?

Nat : is

Nat : that

Kat: BEARDED DEAN BEARDED DEAN BEARDED DEAN

Giulia: AAAAAAH

Nat : AHHHHHHHHH

Giulia: jesus christ

Nat : BAMF

Giulia: Yes please

Nat : I THINK I'M WET

Kat: I KNOW I AM FUCKING HOTNESS IS WHAT IT IS

Giulia: YUM

Nat : I JUST SQUIRTED?

Zee: Are you asking ?

Nat : I'M NOT SURE IT'S ALL WET

Giulia: THE FUCK THE FUCK

Nat : FUCK

Nat : I'M NOT OK

Giulia: I HATE HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS

Nat : IT'S MORE THAN I HOPED FOR

Giulia: YES

Giulia: YES SAME

Kat: SO MUCH BAMF BEARDED DEAN

it’s what we deserve

Giulia: FUCK AAAAAAH

Nat : LUMBERJACK

Kat: BBBEEENNNNNNNNYYYYYY

Zee: Benny?

Giulia: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Nat : BENNY

Giulia: BENNY

Nat : I KNEW IT

Giulia: BEEEENNY

Nat : BENNYYYYYY

Giulia: NO

Nat : I TOLD YA

B: I'll see you on the other side, brother

Giulia: NOT THE SAME LINE

Zee: I can’t type

Nat : I'M CRYING

Zee: Bye

Giulia: FUCK OFF

Giulia: FUCKING HELL

Nat : OK BACK TO THE BEARD

Giulia: NO WHERE

Nat : THE VOICE

Kat: SAME THING HE SAID BEFORE HE WENT INTO DEANS ARM

Giulia: FUCK OFF

Nat : HE CAN LITERALLY HAVE ANYTHING HE WANTS

Nat : WHY ARE WE ALL SCREAMING

Giulia: AAAAAAH

Kat: FUCK HES SUCH A BADASS

Zee: OHHH FUCK

Nat : SHIT

Giulia: HATE THAT

Nat : CAN WE HAVE A PARALLEL SHOW WHERE EVERYONE IS BAMF

Kat: BOYKING DEMON SAM

D: What you did to them...what you did to Bobby...to Jody...

S: They tried to stop me. But I will not be stopped.

D: Sam, you listen to me.This is the demon blood. You have to fight it!

Giulia: JENSEN MY GOD

Nat : SHIT

S: Why would I do that?

D: Sammy Please

Giulia: MY GOD I CAN T

Nat : "SAMMY" I HATE IT WHEN HE SAYS IT

Giulia: SAMMY PLEASE

Nat : SAMMY PLEASE

Giulia: HOW ABOUT NO

Nat : NO

Giulia: WOW OK

Nat : FUCK YOU SAM

Kat: OUCH

Nat : Is that chucks book

Kat: And bye bye bearded Dean. Gone too soon

Already missed

Giulia: Well Sam do see his shit now

Nat : The beginning with Dean sounds like something I would write

Nat : I WANT MORE OF THAT DEAN

Giulia: Don t we all

S: Dean, you know I don't eat --

Is Sam vegetarian now?

Nat : VEGGIE BACON

Zee: VEGGIE BACON

Nat : WHY ARE WE STILL SCREAMING

S: "I don't want any of that hippie, Sarah McLaughlin grass-eater crap in the Meat Man's kitchen."

Giulia: MEAT MAN

Nat : THE MEAT MAN DOES HE KNOW WHAT IT MEANS?

Zee: ARE WE ALL GONNA BE TYPING IN CAPITALS?

Giulia: YEAH

Kat: It means he has a big dick

Nat : I KNOW, BUT HE DOESN'T

Nat : Anyway, I'm done watching am I not? That's it. That's the whole episode

Kat: My boys need hugs

D: Look, man, I get it, okay? With Jack...and Rowena..

Giulia: ARE WE GONNA ADRESS

Giulia: SEEMS NOT

Giulia: OK FINE, IT’S FINE, WE’RE FINE

Kat: What

 Zee: What?

Giulia: Nothing . We just gonna push it down in true Winchester style. 

Nat : Of course not, it's a filler episode

Kat: Oh, I think I know If it’s what I think, it’s not mentioned at all

Giulia: What else is new

S: That’s real bacon

D: You're damn right it is

meat man

Nat : Ok bye guys

Kat: SIT YOUR ASS DOWN

Nat : I WANT TO THINK THAT I SAW EVERYTHING I WANTED

Zee: No you didn’t

Kat: But it’s Jensen’s last ep. And I really like it.

Giulia: Anyway

Nat : lAcrOsS

Zee: The end of the world

Zee: He knows

Nat : The little prayer thing at half time

Kat: Ugh parents

Nat : me talking to someone

Nat : SIR CONTAIN YOUR EYEBROWS

Zee: That’s awesome

Giulia: That’s awesome

Giulia: Ok but u know what i don’t like about filler eps tho. That they are like these oases outside of everything where seems like things don’t matter .... Whatever

Nat : Gag me

Zee: Kinky

Nat : please do

Kat: What she said

Nat : SHOULDER TO HIP RATIO

Giulia: Oh the flask again.  What esle is also new, this day is already ruined anyway

Kat: So good

Nat : also it's been shot in the beginning, I hardly think that Jensen knew what happened the episode before that.

Zee: Why is dean drinking and eating all the time?

Nat : don't you do that?

I mean....same

S: We keep them from dealing with the truth, with what's out there, and we carry the weight. It's great. They have no idea What's out there.

Kat: Sammy is a little disillusioned

Giulia: OH WHAT

Nat : oh no

Zee: Becky?!

Giulia: awe

Kat: She’s so normal now

Nat : There's something wrong with Becky

Zee: Great

Giulia: No fuck off

Nat : Ah, there it is

Kat: Not with her lol

Nat : God is fucking desperate

Giulia: That’s not everybody’s else problem tho so can he fuck off

Zee: Somebody’s got a fetish

Kat: Okay Dean

Nat : Don't we all

Kat: Cheerleader fetish lol

Nat : Mine is Dean

Kat: Many

Giulia: Of course she is

Giulia: Oh becky

Nat : mY WOrK

Zee: Oh honey

Nat : A little obsessed

Giulia: Oh honOh look she is us after the show ends

Nat : What show ends?

Kat: The one you’re not watching

Kat: At least she’s not a complete wackadoodle now

Nat : A little bit of a falling out

Zee: Poor God,  Nobody wants to hang out with him

Nat : God is a fucking child throwing a tantrum

Kat: Because he’s a douche

Giulia: Awe that’s so pathetic it’s almost cute

Nat : It sounds wrong

B: I am married to an amazing man, I have two great kids,and I like myself, Chuck. For the first time in a long time, I like myself. So I don't need you.

YOU GO GIRL

Nat : you do you, becky

Zee: By Becky nonetheless

G: You don't need me. No one does.

Zee: Boo fucking hoo

G: I feel so lost.

Kat: Oh shut up with the pity party chuck

B: Then, Chuck, you have to write.

Giulia: Oh no he doesn t

Nat : Dean is eating his way through the episode

Kat: Rob plays annoying so well

Kat: thicc arms

Giulia: Sure she wants to help you lol

Kat: Dean with the slow clap

Zee: That smile

Nat : I can't with Dean's eyebrow this episode

Giulia: Felt that

Kat: I need wine lol

Nat : It's the dad?

Giulia: Wow

Nat : Anything stronger than what? Water?

Zee: What does he want with Becky ??

G: I mean, I used to be able to see Sam and Dean in my head, wherever they were, whatever they were doing. It was all just there, ripe for the picking. And now it's just gone.

Nat : oh god, chuck annoys the fuck out of me

Nat : throw him out, becks

Giulia: Hey

Zee: Fan fic isn’t the same ?? Excuse you dick

Nat : I read EXPOSE your dick

 Kat: I wish she wouldn’t push him to write

Giulia: Awe look at that maniac stare

Kat: Bad idea

Giulia: Ew no

Kat: Of course

Nat : Ah, it's both of them

Nat : Sam walks in with a puppy look

Kat: He looks like that the whole ep

Giulia: How they know

Zee: TheY seriously need to control their ducking faces

Zee: Fu

D: We're not FBI.

Giulia: Well that was hot

Nat : Where did he keep the machete

Nat : in his pants?

IN HIS MEAT MAN PANTS 

Kat: A holster under his many layers

Giulia: Not great

Nat : The way he says Sammy

Kat: JUST WAIT

Nat : But right at his ass

Zee: FOCUS

Kat: She is. On his ass.

Nat : I can't. I wanna see how he pulls it out from another angle

Zee: What she said

Nat : finger guns

B: No one even mentions Cass.

Giulia: AH

Zee: Thanks Becky

Giulia: I LIKE BECKY

Nat : Becky gets it

Giulia: chuck angry

Kat: SHUT UP BECKY

Nat : Ah no,

Giulia: Fuck. No thanks

Nat : I give you danger

Zee: Fuck you becky

NO, WE LIKE HER NOW

Nat : get off my dick god

Nat : Ah

Kat: Now you know

Nat : Well

dad: You don't have children, do you? Because if you did, you would know that to see your child in pain rips your heart out. And you'd know that you'd do anything. You'd die for them.

Giulia: AH but he does. They all do

Nat : He had a child, thank you very much

Giulia: JACK

Zee: And Ben

Nat : EMMA

Giulia: Meh whatever

Giulia: Hate this

Kat: This whole thing is sad

Nat : I mean, I kinda feel for them

Zee: The kid wants to do good

snorts.....like Jack....lol ring any bell?

*sound of someday starts to play*

Nat : AH

Giulia: AAAAAH

Zee: NOOOOOOO

Nat : SOUNDS OF SOMEDAY

Giulia: FUCK

Nat : WHAT

Giulia: STOP

Nat : MY GOD

Giulia: SOB

Nat : Great, now I will associate it with that scene?

Giulia: UGH

Zee: IM DEAD

Giulia: WOW OK

Nat : I'm sads

Zee: SHIT

Giulia: WELL OK

Nat : It's so sad

Giulia: oh no this is so sad. This shot is beautiful tho

Nat : Cuz it's true, the lengths parents are willing to go

Giulia: Chuck fuck off

Zee: FUCK YOU CHUCK

Nat : CHUCK SHOULD FUCKING GET OFF OUR DICKS

Giulia: Yeah it is dark af

Kat: IT GETS SO BAD GUYS

Giulia: Nice

Kat: HOLD ME

Zee: FUCK YOU

Nat : GO TELL HIM BECKY

Kat: Winchester 😭

Zee: WHYVIS BECKY US ?

B: You can't do this to the fans.

Nat : It's good right?  Fuck off

Giulia: I already hate this

Kat: OH NO OH NO OH NO

Nat : Ah no

Giulia: OH COME ON

Nat : WTF

Giulia: CHUCK

Nat : FUCK YOU

Kat: IT GETS WORSE

Nat : FUCK YOU CHUCK

Zee: I can’t

Giulia: Ah babe dean already did that. Remember when Dean prayed to God about Mom, Crowley and Castiel? lol Bet this fucker made the exact face , maybe munching on popcorn 

Nat : WHAT IS THIS SHIT

Giulia: and we are at 5 goodbyes . So: Kevin, Ketch, Rowena, Becky, Benny

Nat : I SHOULD HAVE STOPPED WATCHING IN THE BEGINNING AFTER THE RIDICULOUSLY HOT DEAN

Kat: See she shouldn’t have encouraged him

Giulia: With my leg burning

Zee: Shut up both of you

Nat : Go look after your leg

Kat: Now for the BM scene

Giulia: My room smells like coffee

Zee: Not bad

Giulia: Coffee i did not drink

Nat : Ah stop it Dean

Giulia: Why they look so much all over the place tho

S: we'd have done the same thing. For Jack. If we had the chance.

I can’t decipher Dean’s expression right now . idk.

D: I get it. We have lost way, way too much. And it's hard not to feel like just...cashing out. I felt like that.  After Chuck, back at the crypt. But you know what brought me back?  You did. By sayin' that what we do still matters. I mean, that's why I wanted to drag us out here  That's why I wanted to -- to work a case, to save lives, you know? 'Cause it is -- it's a -- it's a crap job.  We do the ugly things so that people can live happy.

S: lucky them

D: We still do the job. But we don't do it for us We did it for Jack,  for Mom, for Rowena. We owe it to anybody who has ever gave a damn about us to keep putting one foot in front of the other. No matter what. And, hey, man, like you said, now that Chuck's gone,

Giulia: AH THEY THINK

D: we're finally on our own.  We are finally free to... move on, you know?

Nat : Sam with his stupid puppy face

S: I can't forget any of them. Dean, I still think about Jessica. I -- I can't just let that go.

Giulia: aw sam

Kat: I still think about Jessica

Zee: Someone hug Sam

Kat: Damn it not the hearts

Kat: Sammy is broken af 😭

Nat : "I can't even breathe"

Nat : Same, Sam

Giulia: Hate this

Giulia: Hate

S : But maybe tomorrow. You know, maybe I'll -- I'll feel better in the morning.

Giulia: Can sam stop crying

Giulia: Asking for a friend

Nat : Can Sam just stop Period

Kat: Ugh chuck again

Giulia: Asshole

Nat : We all know it

Zee: I hate it

Nat : Promo?

Nat : So young,  and the way he's so full of himself "obviously", so proud

Giulia: So cocky

Giulia: Bastard

Kat: Makes me giggle bc the fandom always says he doesn’t age

Zee: I can’t wait for the million red gifs

Kat: I’ve already reblogged a few sets

Zee: I saw

Kat: And made a post about his beard

Kat: Did you look before the episode?

Zee: I can’t hear you. I’m entering a tunnel 

Why am I not even a bit surprised.

Zee: I’m talking about the gifs Giuls will start slapping us with

Giulia: Idk I don t feel like it. I’d would love to make them nicer BUT NO ONE I ASKED TOLD ME HOW so....

Nat : I’ll rewatch the first 5 minutes and keep on squirting

Zee: TMI bb?! lol

Nat : Is there anything like TMI with us?

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NO, there ain’t

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#15x04 #15x04 spn #spn commentary #Supernatural episode #Episode commentary #season 15 commentary

[noneya-business-me]

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Pairing: Kirishima / Bakugou 

Summary: Bakugou is head or heels in love with Kirishima and he thinks that he feels the same way, but soon he seems to think it’s the opposite. 

Bakugou Katsuki had a crush and not a small one by any means. He knows that Kirishima doesn’t exactly understand what he’s been trying to pull so far, but he thinks that they are on the way to being more. 

“Woah! Bakugou that looks really good!” Kirishima complimented walking into the kitchen. 

The blonde blushed and turned away from him. “I made extra by mistake, so you can have it if you want.” He huffed.

It wasn’t a mistake. He knew the red head would be up soon, and made extra bacon and eggs just for him. 

“Wow, thanks!” Kirishima smiled, “you’re the best!” “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Bakugou grumbled, sitting down next to him with his own plate. 

“Phase one complete.” He thought to himself, imagining himself pumping his fist in victory. 

“Hey do you want to pair up with me for sparing during training period?” Kirishima asked, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. 

Bakugou blanked for a moment before nodding. 

“Cool.” Kirishima nodded, “I’m going to go get dressed. Thanks for the food.” 

He got up from the table, grabbing Bakugou’s empty plate as well and putting them both in the dish washer. Bakugou watched him as he walked from the kitchen and rested his forehead on the cold surface of the table. “God damn it, he’s so cute.” He whined.

A moment later he stood up from the table and went to his own room to change for the school day. 

Something happened similar at lunch when Bakugou pulled out his lunch box at the cafeteria table. “Here Shitty-hair, I made too much again.” He stated, offering the red head an extra container of food. 

“Jealous.” Kaminari sighed, stuffing rice into his mouth from his own tray. 

Mina caught Bakugou’s eyes and wiggled her eyebrows at him suggestively, making the other blush and dig into his own lunch. “I really appreciate it Bakugou, your cooking is always so good.” Kirishima smiled, digging into the lunch and humming with delight. 

“No problem.” Bakugou replied, quietly. 

When training came around that afternoon, they both seemed to be in a better mood than usual. “Everyone pair up.” Aizawa called across the field. 

Bakugou felt a small grin pull across his face behind the high collar of his winter gear, hidden from the rest of the class but there none the less. He turned to Kirishima but stopped when he saw Kaminari pulling on the others arm. “You promised we could test out my volts against unbreakable the next time we did partner sparring.” Kaminari whined. 

“But I asked Bakugou at breakfast.” Kirishima tried to argue, but the blonde could already see that he was losing his fighting momentum.

“You promised me last week!” Kaminari argued back, tugging on his arm harder. 

The redhead sighed heavily and turned to Bakugou with an apologetic grimace. “I’m sorry Bakugou, I have the worst memory I guess.” He sighed, “do you mind? Can we maybe spar or train tonight instead?” 

“Dumbass.” Bakugou scoffed turning away from him, “do whatever you want.” 

The two of them headed away from him as he stared down at his boots and scuffed the ground. He looked around at the rest of the class, everyone else was already paired up or in groups of three and sparing. He tugged at his gauntlets self consciously, something that he wasn’t really used to. At this point he already felt like he couldn’t go up to a group and demand someone to break off and spar with him instead. “Are you lost Bakugou?” Aizawa asked, appearing at his side, “I told everyone to start training.”

Bakugou peered at him and then back to his boots. “I don’t have a group.” He murmured in response. 

Aizawa stared at him for a moment, “you can work solo if you want.” He stated, “work on some of your power moves.” 

The blonde could tell that his teacher was taking pity of him, but he was mostly grateful. He nodded and walked off on his own.

“I’m really sorry about that Bakugou.” Kirishima stated, after the period was over and they all were changing in the locker room, “who did you end up pairing up with?” 

“I was alone.” Bakugou replied, pulling his school shirt back on. 

“Alone?” 

He nodded, “everyone else was already working with other people when you ditched me so I had to work alone.” 

Kirishima frowned at his brows pinched up. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have promised both of you.” Kirishima stated.

“Just don’t do it again.” Bakugou muttered.

They all headed back to the dorms and dropped off their bags in their rooms, gathering in the common room after. Bakugou changed into his sweats and grumbled as he joined the rest of them. “Bakugou!” Kirishima yelled from one of the two seater couches, “I saved you a seat!” 

A blush instantly lit up his face, thankful that the lights were already dimmed for the classes movie night. He sat down next to him, sitting as close as he could with out making it awkward. “It’s Hagakure’s pick this week.” Iida announced, from his own position on one of the other couches. 

“I picked hairspray!” The invisible girl cheered, jumping up and putting it on the tv. 

“Yes!” Bakugou thought, pumping a metaphorical fist again. He’d never admit to anyone but he had a small thing for musical movies. 

As soon at the first tunes of the movie started he knew it was going to be an okay night, as some of his classmates started to sing along. Bakugou couldn’t resist singing along himself. By the end of it, everyone was up dancing and singing to the final song. Bakugou himself and Kirishima taking the main leads, clasping hands and twirling around the room together. Their classmates clapped and cheered for them. Bakugou was smiling wide, as the final note played and the two stopped abruptly, the blonde dipped deeply to the ground. The two were panting heavily staring at each other with their own smiles. “That was awesome!” Ashido yelled, as Kirishima lifted him back up right. 

“Yeah.” He agreed, as they sat back down on the couch. 

He was a little winded as that stunt but happy none the less. “Let’s watch something else.” Sero suggested, “something to knock us all out.” 

The class nodded in agreement, finally selecting an animation movie with soft music. It quickly soothed everyone into calm and comfort. Bakugou could feel his eye lids drooping as he leaned farther into Kirishima. It was a small shock when the other wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him closer. “No fucking way.” The blonde thought, freezing but still relaxing into the grip from his fatigue. 

It wasn’t long until he was fast asleep. When he woke up the rest of the class was gone and it was just the two of them. Kirishima was still asleep as Bakugou carefully stood up. He stared down at him for a moment before lightly shaking him. “Wake up Shitty hair.” He said, “you can’t sleep down here all night.” 

The other hummed in acknowledgment, and groggily opened his eyes. “Morning.” He yawned. 

“It’s still night.” Bakugou laughed, helping him off the couch, “come on, let’s go upstairs.” 

The red head nodded, following him up the elevator and back to their floor. “Night shitty hair.” Bakugou said, with a small grin turning the handle to his room.

“Night.” The other replied, grabbing him in a hug, then went into his room. 

The blonde quickly went into his room, stuffing his face in his pillow and screaming silently in delight. He slept good for the rest of the night.

The rest of the week seemed to go well also. Bakugou continued to cook meals for the red head. He started complimenting the other as well on his training moves, and his clothing even if he hated the red crocs that Kirishima loved so much. He earned some compliments back himself, making him blush almost every time. Bakugou took a deep breath as the two of them waited at the lunch table for the rest of the squad. “Do you want to go try out a new ramen place in town with me?” Bakugou asked, pushing his food around his lunch box. 

“Ramen place?” Kirishima questioned, “yeah sure, I’d love to.” 

Bakugou smiled, “okay, cool. How about this weekend?” 

The red head nodded, seeming to have a blush of his own. 

It all came to a head when they were all settled in for the next movie night. They were waiting on Midoriya to choose between his eight favourite All Might movies. Kirishima and Bakugou were cuddled up on the couch, taking to each other when Kaminari chuckled from across them. “Will you guys just got out already?” He suggested, getting an elbow in the ribs from Ashido. 

“What? You mean date?” Kirishima laughed. 

“Yeah, what else would I mean?” Kaminari replied. 

“Nah, Bakugou and I aren’t like that.” Kirishima shrugged, “we don’t have that type of relationship.” Bakugou bit his lip as Kirishima continued. “Besides I don’t think I could deal with his anger 24/7.” Kirishima joked, jostling his a little bit. 

“Kirishima.” Ashido hissed, confusing the red head. 

He stared at her as her line of sight shifted from him to Bakugou and back again. His shifted his gaze downwards to the blondes face, who was screwed up tightly. His brows were pinched together, and his chin wobbled. “Whatever.” He wheezed moving out of his grip and away from him. 

“You are such a fucking dumbass.” Ashido hissed, pointing in his face. 

“What?” Kirishima asked.

“I gave you to perfect opportunity to confess yourself and really blew it dude.” Kaminari replied, rubbing his temples. 

“I didn’t think he liked me back.” Kirishima replied, deflating.

“Are you blind?” Sero sighed. 

It didn’t take long for Kirishima to leave and find himself standing in front of Bakugou’s door. He could hear him sniffling through the wood as he knocked. The room suddenly went silent. “Bakugou? Can I talk to you?” He asked cautiously. 

The door seemed to fly open revealed the blonde. “Are you here to laugh at me?” He snapped. 

“I’m sorry Bakugou I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” Kirishima replied.

“Do you even realize why I’m upset?” Bakugou asked, wiping his nose on his sleeve. 

The red head stared at him. “Because I realized I was being lead on.” He snapped back, “I thought you actually felt something for me. You even said yes to going on a date with me.” 

“I didn’t realize it was a date.” Kirishima replied quickly. 

“Great.” Bakugou deadpanned going to close the door. 

“Wait!” Kirishima yelled, grabbing the door before it could close. “I wasn’t finished.”

“What else could you possibly say to me right now?” Bakugou seethed, trying to close the door against Kirishima’s hardening. 

“I really like you!” He yelled, making Bakugou freeze. 

“Excuse me?” Bakugou yelled back, “you just basically told the entire class that we would never get together!” 

“I didn’t think you liked me back.” Kirishima reasoned quietly.

“Are you blind?” Bakugou asked, confused. 

“That’s exactly what Sero said.” Kirishima laughed, rubbing his hands together nervously, “but do you want to give this a try?” 

Bakugou stared up at him for a moment mostly in caution before sighing heavily. “I really do.” He said after a minute.

They smiled at each other as Kirishima grabbed his hand in his own. “Do you still want to go get ramen this weekend?” 

#bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #Kirishima Eijirou #Class 1A #movies #cuddling #angst #rejection kind of #dates #cooking #cute bakugou #bakugou is a dork

[gabrielxreader]

Flattery Gets You Everywhere

Request: Hi there! I’ve seen requests were opened, so if I’m not late. I wanted to ask if you could do Gabriel x reader, where reader meets the archangel for the first time and is totally fangirling (if not drooling) over him. And right away, he appreciates her strange behavior and asks her out

Author: Holly

Warnings: None, I don’t think

Characters: Y/N, Gabriel, Dean, Castiel, Sam

Word Count: 1,314

Y/N = Your Name

            “Is this necessary?” You asked with a grimace, flicking your hands to get the splashes of oil off. “Why can’t Cas just, you know, do his diplomacy thing?”

            “Cas? Diplomacy?” Dean snorted and capped the gallon of holy oil, then shoved it back into his car’s trunk. “Look, we’re summoning a douche. I want to make sure he’s trapped under threat of angel barbeque before he can do any douchey things.”

            “… So what you’re saying is you’ve tried to kill him before and he’s understandably sour about it,” you interpreted. In your experience, angels are usually jerks, but not without being prompted. The angels that allied with you for the sake of humans and Team Free Will weren’t likely to do any harm.

            “No,” Dean started to say.

            Castiel tipped his head at Dean. “Haven’t you stabbed him through the heart twice?”

            “At least,” Dean coughed, somewhat proud. “He had it coming.”

            You shook your head. Dean may have no respect for angels, but you do. You have to. Your family had been religious and you carried those values. Since you were thrusted into a life of hunting, you’d learned that angels, unfortunately, aren’t all they’re cracked up to be; but some of them, like Cas and Hannah and Balthazar, do deserve respect. Their power is awesome, regardless of what it’s used for, and they were created by God to serve a purpose. Angels deserved at least a level of respect to start with. You reserve your right to lose that respect, but only if they turn out to be like Zachariah.

            “Let’s just get it over with,” Sam huffed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms defensively. Apparently the angel they wanted to summon had a bit of a history with the Winchesters, although they assured you that he wouldn’t take it out on you. According to the younger brother, this ally had a very strong sense of karma, so you were comforted by the knowledge that you wouldn’t be screwed over by the brother’s violent tendencies.

            Dean clapped his hands together and rubbed his palms, then cleared his throat. Loudly, he started to pray. “Gabriel, who art runneth his ass anywhere but Heaven,” he said, mocking the old English style of scripture.

            You snapped your head around to Cas. “Gabriel? That’s who we’re summoning, the archangel?” You could barely believe it – sure, it had occurred to you that he was real, but… oh, wow, oh, wow…

            Between one blink and the next, there was a fifth person standing amongst your small party. He snapped his fingers, irately interrupting Dean. “Alrighty then, bucko, I’ve heard enough.”

            You stared. You couldn’t help it – this was Gabriel, an archangel, an archangel who wasn’t a total asshole hell-bent on destroying the world. Michael and Raphael had been angels you looked up to, and they had been such disappointments. When you asked about Gabriel, Raphael had told you he was dead. Now you realized he must’ve just been presumed dead. He was a blond, which you supposed matched up with the stained-glass representations you were familiar with, but that was about all. There was no sash, no archaic horn, and no long, curling locks of hair. His blond was dark and almost brown, he had on very modern jeans, and a canvas jacket which looked well-worn and slightly big for him. What you really liked, though, were the eyes – no human you ever knew had eyes that close to the color of molten gold.

            Dean scowled at Gabriel with familiarity. You were just shocked silent. “You’re supposed to be there,” he griped, pointing emphatically into the circle of holy oil. Without it being on fire, it just glistened on the ground.

            “I’ve fallen for that one already, Dean-o,” Gabriel scoffed, looking insulted. “I know you two run around making the same mistakes a hundred times in a row,” he said, sending a sidelong glare at Sam. Sam’s expression became stonier – there was a meaning there that you didn’t understand. “But some of us try to rub our brain cells together a little more vigorously.”

            Gabriel looked around at his summoners with narrowed eyes. His expression lightened only a touch when he saw Cas and nodded to him. “Cassie.” Castiel’s lips tightened slightly but he didn’t audibly object to the nickname. Gabriel’s eyes settled on you a second later and you felt awash in uncertainty and awe. The archangels were the most responsible, most powerful, and most awesome, in the original sense of the word. And you had one surveying you, unsure what exactly to make of you, your little human self. “You picked up another stray?”

            “I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself quickly, shoving some loose hair back behind your ear. Part of you wanted to shake hands but the stronger part was rooted to the spot, inspired and a little bit intimidated. “You’re… wow. Oh, wow,” you just said your broken-record thought process out loud, then blushed a little bit.

            Gabriel smirked at you. It was confident, not totally sincere, but it was also friendly and lacked any offensiveness. “Now you can have permission to say my name.” He winked at you and you felt a little lightheaded. The Archangel Gabriel is flirting with you.

            “You –“ You spluttered and knew you were embarrassing yourself. Sam looked sympathetically embarrassed and Dean muttered an ‘oh, jeez.’ “You told Mary – and-“

            “I did,” he said thoughtfully, turning reminiscent. “She was such a lovely girl, too. Real pity about the whole unplanned pregnancy thing. Joseph didn’t believe her at first and almost left. Not that they had fantastic sex ed at the time, but even they could put two and two together. Well.” The smirk playing over his lips became more mischievous. “At least, they could put a-“

            “Gabriel,” Castiel snapped, a little mortified.

            You didn’t care about how vulgar things almost got. You were just so pleased to be speaking with him, and so impressed. You felt honored to be hearing firsthand about how the Virgin Mary received her enlightenment.

            Gabriel sauntered over to you slowly, gracefully skirting the ring of holy oil so he didn’t get locked inside it. Dean quietly complained and chucked the lit match he’d been holding behind his back off into the grass and stomped on it to put out the flame. The angel peered at you intently and you felt like your entire soul had been bared; you held your breath.

            “It’s been a long time since I actually met a fan,” he said conversationally, hands behind his back, standing there with poise and ease. “My social calls are usually more for attempted murder and revenge. This is a change.”

            You had to remind yourself to breathe evenly. “Um, thank you for coming,” you said, remembering your manners and nearly kicking yourself. “We’re sorry to bother you-“

            “Am not!” Dean indignantly called.

            Gabriel waved Dean off. “Don’t worry about it, sugar,” he said, “Meeting you makes the trip worthwhile.” Your eyes widened and your blush deepened. If your face got any redder, you were going to pass out. “Though it’d be better if Thing One and Thing Two and Thing Three weren’t all eavesdropping. Why don’t we take it somewhere just us?”

            You gaped at him, and, forcing your body to catch up with your screaming brain, you nodded fervently. Having his interest was an incredible compliment, and being alone with him, getting the chance to know this being and to pick his brain a little-

            “Yes!”

            Gabriel smiled at you, his demeanor losing its intensity. He turned so he was standing beside you and put his arm around your shoulders, which gave you an immediate, tiny thrill of static. “You bozos have a good time twiddling your thumbs. Me and Y/N are gonna go have some fun and maybe talk some shop.” He winked. “I’ll bring ‘em back in one piece.”

#Gabriel x reader #reader #reader insert #gabrielxreader #blog #writing #oneshot #flattery gets you everywhere #flattery #request #fangirling #archangel #gabriel #tfw #spn #team free will #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #supernatural #fic #holly #admin holly

[eng-hypnosismic]

[Eng sub/translation of Buster Bros!!! Drama Track 1]

Ichiro: What the hell, so much noise...and I’ve waited so long to read this new light novel.

Jiro: Niichan, are you making a new team? Please, let me join!

Saburo: Ichinii, sorry to bother you! If you let an idiot like Jiro into your team, you’ll ruin your reputation; so please, let me join no matter what! I’ll make your name great!

Jiro: Saburo! Who’re you calling an idiot? Say it one more time, I dare you.

Saburo: I’ll say it as many times as it takes to get it through your thick skull: you’re an idiot. So much so that you’ll even grab my collar while I’m still talking, like an idiot would.  

Jiro: You twisted little shit—let me teach you some manners for Ichinii’s sake.

Saburo: (sigh) Good grief...Ichinii, a moment, please? Seems like this idiot only matures in his body, not his head.

Ichiro: Oh, shut up. Aren’t I always telling you that brothers should get along? Anyhow, I’m not letting you guys join my team.

Jiro & Saburo: : Eh? Why not?!

Ichiro: Hypnosis Mic battles aren’t as easy as you might think.

Jiro:  But, if we were together— // Saburo: E-Even so...

[Phone rings]

Ichiro:(sigh) I’m gonna answer that. Be quiet.

Ichiro (on the phone): Hello? ...Oh it’s been a while, Ramuda, How’re you doing?    Haha, same as ever, I see. So? What can I do for you?  

Jiro (whisper): A runt like you couldn’t help Niichan even if you tried. He’s only rejecting us because of you! Niichan is so kind—he’s worried about a brat like you.

Saburo: (sigh) Oh, dear...your idiocy can’t be helped. I can only  pity you. Ichinii is kind, indeed, because he’s worried about someone as useless as you.

Ichiro(on the phone): See ya.

Ichiro: You’re fighting again just right after I told you not to. Listen to what I say, can you?

Jiro:  Well, Niichan, that’s ‘cuz—

Saburo:  B-but, Ichinii…

Ichiro: Jiro. Saburo. Don’t “cuz” and “but” me like a wimp. 　

Jiro & Saburo: (Shook)

Ichiro: You guys are always—

[Phone rings]

Ichiro: (sigh) Hello? There’s a whole bunch of rare callers today, huh...oh, no! It’s nothing! Just talking to myself. Long time no see, Jakurai-san. What’s up?

Ichiro(in the background): yep ,yep

Saburo: (whispering) It’s your fault Ichinii is upset. You better apologize to him.

Jiro: What the hell—why am I the one who has to apologize? It’s your fault, Saburo!

Saburo: (whispering) Be quiet! Ichinii is on the phone! Really, idiots just don’t know when to shut up.

Jiro: Is that the only word you know? I better not hear any complaints when I beat your ass!

Saburo: Ha! You only ever talk like a second-rate mook. I can’t help but laugh at how pathetic you are!

Jiro: I’ll send you flying!

Saburo: Come at me!

[Both got hit]

Ichiro:Cut the fucking crap already!

Jiro:  It hurts, Niichan...

Saburo: Uu…! Ichinii, so mean…!

Ichiro: You really want to be in my team so bad?

Jiro & Saburo: Naturally!

Ichiro: Well then, let me give you a test.

Jiro & Saburo: We’ll do anything!

Ichiro:Good. I have here two new requests; get it done for me.

Saburo: What kind of “request” is it?

Jiro:  No wonder you are a runt! Everything Niichan says is absolute. Don’t ask, just do everything you’re told and there won’t be a problem.

Ichiro:That’s enough, Jiro. I’m happy you trust me, but don’t trust me blindly. How many times do I have to tell you?

Jiro: Sorry, Niichan...

Saburo: Hahaha, stupid, you’re in trouble!

BB: Saburo, you too. How many times do I need to tell you before you learn how to respect your brother?

Saburo: S-Sorry, Ichinii...

Ichiro: (sigh) You two will be working for two of my ex-teammates: Amemura Ramuda and Jinguji Jakurai.

Jiro & Saburo : Former Dirty Dawg?!

Ichiro: That’s right. Jiro, you’ll be handling Jakurai-san’s case. His friend is worried about a stalker, so find this stalker girl and put an end to it. Here’s the info Jakurai-san knows about her. Start with these.

Jiro: Mhm! Roger that, Niichan!

Ichiro: I’m counting on you. Saburo, you’ll take care of Ramuda’s request. He wants more information on this guy Yumeno Gentaro, so dig up whatever dirt you can. Here’s his info.

Saburo: Ichinii, please leave it to me! I won’t disappoint you!

Ichiro: (laughs) Sure, I’m counting on you. If you can finish these requests, then maybe I’ll think about letting you two on the team.

Jiro & Saburo: (makes super happy and hopeful noise) I’m heading out!

Ichiro: Those guys’ cases are not easy to deal with at all. For sure they’ll come home crying unable to finish the job. It’d be nice if they’d give up just like that.

[some time later]

Jiro:  Niichan, I found the stalker lady Jakurai-san was looking for.

Saburo:  Ichinii, whatever Ramuda wants to know about Yumeno Gentarou, I got it.

Ichiro: Seriously? (unidentifiable noise)

Jiro: I was faster.

Saburo: I was faster.

Ichiro: I only sent you out today, and you’re already done?

Jiro & Saburo: MHM!

Ichiro: Well, let’s see what you got. You first, Jiro.

Jiro: That stalker woman he’s looking for is pretty dangerous. There have been reports of her going after several hosts in Kabuki-chou with a knife. The cops are after her, so she’s been hiding who-knows-where. It was difficult, but I got tipped that she’s staying in Room 1015 of some cheap motel on the outskirts of Shinjuku Division.

Ichiro: You found someone even the cops are still looking for?

Jiro:  Of course! I’m Niichan’s little brother after all! Even though I don’t have as many friends as you, I worked really hard to network with people from other divisions just like you did. This gangster guy from Shinjuku Division actually helped me out with his information agency.

Ichiro: Hahaha! Jiro, that’s awesome.  

(Jiro made happy noise, Saburo made jealous noise)

Saburo:Ichinii, may I report now?

Ichiro: Oh, yes please.

Saburo: I’ve organized all the information on Yumeno Gentaro here.

Ichiro: Holy shit! You gathered so much in just one day.

Saburo: It’s nothing, really! I just happened to find this stuff on the deep web. And, to be thorough, I met with one of Yumeno Gentaro’s acquaintances to factcheck. There’s no doubt about any of it!

Ichiro: Just by a glance I can already see all your main points sorted and organized clearly. It’s easy to read.   

Saburo: Um, could you, pat my...er, thank you very much!

Ichiro:(patta patta)  Saburo, good job.

Saburo: (satisfied noise)

Ichiro: Let me get these back to our clientele. Gimme a sec.

Jiro:  Well, then. Since my assignment was harder, I win.

Saburo: You’re kidding, right? I’m the winner here. My report was clear and organized, when you only gave him an oral report. I even gave him a proper evaluation of all my findings. This was a job; I obviously deserve more praise.

Jiro:  Ha, people who are less confident tend to speak more. Look at you, just chattering cuz you are afraid of losing to me.

Saburo: (slow clap) Hahaha, how imaginative. Kudos to that, Jiro. Have a round of applause.

Jiro:  Hahaha, Saburo, what a runt. Trying so hard it’s incredible, I just have to compliment you.

[cynical laughter and slow clap]

Ichiro: Wow, that’s great! You guys are applauding for each other, that’s how brothers are supposed to be. (pat heads/hug them both) You guys are growing up so fast. That’s my little brothers!

Saburo: It’s such a honor to be praised like that! ...Though it could be obvious, who’s the winner? Me or Jiro?

Jiro: Niichan, of course it’s me!

Ichiro: Winner? I never said anything like that.

Jiro & Saburo : Eh?

Ichiro: I only said I was testing you, not that it was a competition or anything.

Jiro:  Then, between us, who would you choose to join your team?

Ichiro: Oh, I see. I never thought of using these tasks to decide whatsoever. But well…

Saburo: But well…?

Ichiro: To be honest, I never expected that you two would be able to complete the mission. But you guys got it done with amazing speed.

(Blissful noises from Jiro and Saburo)

Ichiro:Therefore, I’m going to take you guys seriously. Take this.

Jiro:  Um, Ichinii, what’s this mic for ?

Ichiro: Show me your skills.

[Hypmic on sfx]

Saburo: Gotcha. Ichinii, please let me go first.

[Music starts]

Saburo:

Who are you calling “runt”   

It’s now or never

Don’t look down on the brat

My flow is the best

It’s true I am the youngest

But that’s just a matter of timing

Always looking up and up and up  

To Big Bro, let me be your back up

Hey it’s not fallacy

It’s reasoning

With me here,

No troubles come near  

[Music ends]

Ichiro: Good job. Those lyrics are just like you, Saburo.

Saburo: (gasp)

Jiro: Listen to mine next,  Niichan!

[Music]

Jiro:

Anytime Big bro needs a hand,

Will be there soon as I can

I shall be your lance  

Just gimme a chance

To prove to the world my stance

I know I am quite inexperienced I admit

But from now here, will make you proud in a bit

Check it, one-two-three-four (1)

I am Jiro the middle, the second son, the best son

[/Music]

Ichiro: Very powerful flow, and clean rhyme. I’m impressed.

Jiro: (happy noise)

Ichiro: It’s true you guys can rap, to some extent. However, Hypnosis Mic battles aren’t all fun and games. If you can withstand my own rap under the Hypnosis Mic, then I’ll let you on the team.

Jiro & Saburo : Yes!

[Hypmic sfx, music]

Ichiro:

Ai yo, what can’t be taken back (2)

That’s WORD

Spit it, the call of the soul

That’s WAR

Holding onto guns what can you change?

Taking whatever you want is good enough for you? You stupid? (3)

This is a new era in which

Believe in speech

And this mic to your eardrums it reach

Hypnotize  

Change the future with this rhyme,

get the world

Everybody raise your voice

[/music]

Jiro & Saburo: (suffering noises)

Jiro: That’s just like Niichan...since it’s us, he didn’t go at it full power, but it’s still so oppressive.

Saburo: Ichinii is just as strong as I expected…! But, that’s exactly why I want to become a man like him!

[hypmic off sfx]

Ichiro: I knew you guys still weren’t ready.

Ichiro: (shocked)

Jiro I was almost a goner...

Saburo:  I want to become a man like Ichinii.

Ichiro: hahahahahahaha

Jiro: T-This means...

Saburo: We can join the team?x

Ichiro:Nope, no way.

Jiro & Saburo: (shook)

Ichiro:As I said, if you can withstand it, I will be the one to invite you into the team.

Jiro & Saburo : (hopeful noises)

Ichiro: Jiro, Saburo. What do you think of making a team with me? Let’s change the world together.

Jiro & Saburo : Please take care of us!

One-two-three-four here in japanese is read as “Ichi-ni-no-san-shi” , which is a pun of Ichinii’s (big brother’s) praise/compliments

Og phrase is “吐いた唾は飲み込むな”, which literally translates to something like “you can’t drink what you spit”. Apparently it’s a line yakuza/delinquents use to diss opponents during fights. It a metaphor of how you can’t take back your words/actions, so be careful with what you say/do. Source:https://detail.chiebukuro.yahoo.co.jp/qa/question_detail/q1190821391

Those two lines are directed at Samatoki I think. In Samatoki’s solo there were sounds of guns and also he said that he “takes/seizes whatever as long as he likes it”

#hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic #buster bros!!! #yamada ichiro #yamada jiro #yamada saburo #t:drama

[cloudysfluffs]

Ticklish Prince Training

This was inspired by many fanfiction by RavenLeeWriter on Tumblr! Check her out, she’s awesome!! She’s made a lot of Septiplier, one involving training with knives and stuff before they dealt with alternates, so it inspired me to make a chance of a Lee!Roman Fanfic! If you don’t know the ship, it’s Prinxiety (Roman x Virgil of Thomas Sanders, also highly request watching)   Without further ado, let’s get to it! Hope you enjoy!~

The Prince was trudging back and forth in his room, pacing. Pacing was something people normally do during stress or complete utter thinking moments, which he assumes Logan, or Logic, must do a lot. He sighs and rubs his temples. He couldn’t explain it, but he was faltering in his whole ‘Brave’ category.

He had fought a Dragon Witch off screen in one of the latest Sanders Sides videos, but many comments had said it was fake, that they used sound effects, and he just wasn’t having it! He couldn’t stand the thought of faking something like that! It was dreadful and he could’ve died!! …Right?

Roman sighs, admitting defeat in his pacing thought and gave up trying to think of a way to redeem himself as the brave and noble character he’d been dubbed as. He sat on the end of his bed, unsure what to do.

“Will you keep it down? I’m trying to drown in my mus-” An angsty and kinda annoyed voice popped up out of nowhere. “What’s wrong with you?” He eyed Roman in confusion. This was Anxiety, or Virgil, the root of all things of bad emotion. Sure he had his moments to smile, even stiffen a laugh to show he didn’t have any good in him, even though everyone knows that he is capable.  Why was /he/ here??

“Why do you care? Aren’t you listening to that PG 13 music in your room?” Roman crossed his arms. He’s recently become easier custom to talking to Anxiety, even though it took quite some time and practice. So both of them knew, this was playful banter and sarcasm. Something Anxiety was always familiar with.

“For your information, Sir-Sings-A-Lot, I was. Until I kept hearing loud thuds back and forth from up here and got sick of it. Until I found you… sulking? Since when do you of all people sulk? And what about? Not like you have anything weighing you down.” Anxiety deadpanned. He was always.. how do you say… blunt. He’s working on emotions though. Just give it time, Patton says.

“Well, you remember that dragon I slayed?” “No- Wait yeah.. That was on Valentine’s day too I think. You went all out just to impress Thomas’s friend, Valarie.” “As I was saying…” Roman glared at him before rolling his eyes. “Many in our comments section found it… fake. Planned. Not real. Saying I’m not as brave as I let on to be!” Anxiety raises an eyebrow. “And..?”

“..and I didn’t like them saying that! So I’ve been pacing for hours trying to figure out a way to change their minds and prove I’m the hero! Prove how amazing I am!~” Roman declares. “Wow. Ego much?” Anxiety scoffs slightly, but it was sarcastic and not actually hurtful.

Roman pouted at Anxiety, as if he waited for an idea out of the dark and gloomy trait he’s grown to be so close to. Virgil just stares at him with a 'what the heck do you want me to do about it?’ look. That is until Prince got an idea, and his face surely showed it when his eyes sparkled.

“Ugh I hate when you get that look…” Anxiety leaned a bit back in nervousness. “Stop. Just tell me what it is, you’re eyes are blinding me.” Roman crosses his arms before beaming. “We should spar!!”

“We should what now??” “Spar!” “And what’s that?” “How do you not know what that is?! It’s only the most ethical form of training! Princes and knights all across the lands do it! Imagine fencing, with swords and possible pain! Only neither get hurt!” Roman announced.

“So you want to spar, with me, in hopes to prove to people you’re brave and didn’t fake your stupid battle against a dragon?” “Exactly!!~” “Heck no.” Roman glares at him before grinning. “I will tell Dad that you’ve been downing yourself again, I’m sure he’d love to hear that you’ve been all gloomy and depressed yet again. He even claimed to fight you last time, but I’m sure he meant drown you in hugs and affection.” Roman was fixing his sleeves like fancy people in suits doing business.

Virgil shudders. He can /not/ deal with Dad being all up in his business. They didn’t have the worst relationship, but he always wants to hug and get all up into his life like a real parent wanting in their kid’s social life and wanting to be 'cool’. The thought made Virgil actually scared. He had no choice.

“Fine. I’ll help you.” “Excellent!~” Roman led Virgil out of the fanciful room, clapping twice as if switching the lights on in a magic house, and opened the door once again. His room was now the same size, but it had grass, no furniture. It had one small rack of swords, different colors and abilities.

“What the actual fu-” Roman gave Virgil a look. “Fudge?” He snickered. “Nice save, Hot topic.~” “Aw, you think I’m hot?” “I will address that answer later. For now, pick your weapon!” Roman had already chosen his. His handle was laced with that black and red velvet padding and the sword was its usual size of being as tall from his feet to his hips. Virgil examines each weapon, wondering which to take.

A blue and tan one, seeming like it’d bend water. A normal black one. An orange and yellow one, and a purple one. The free space must be for the one Roman has. Virgil took the purple one in his hand, spinning it back and forth slightly to examine it. This one felt right for some reason.

“Wise choice, Creepy Cookie!” Roman smiled. “Now we fight! On guard!” He stood in one of those over dramatic poses with one leg out, the other bent, sword out in front of him and the other hand over his head like a ballerina. Virgil snorts and rolls his eyes. “Uh-Huh. This is totally normal and not weird at all.”

After quite a few battles, or pretend battles, the score was tied. After Virgil learned what he was doing at least. He noticed how hesitant and shaky Roman was, so they both had agreed to practice keeping Roman’s arm steady and less hesitant in swinging. “Keep your arm straight, if the enemy notices, they’ll take a chance to take you out while they see you weak.”

It was ironic, Virgil was blunt, yes, but he was helpful here. He’s stating the obvious and what he needs to improve on, which seemed to be quite useful!

“I said keep it straight, Disney Addict.” Virgil had been tracing along Roman’s arm slightly to feel his form and tension, but what he kept noticing was how Roman kept jolting each time he passed his lower bicep to his underarm or his elbow. Did Roman just giggle??

“Ihim trying!!” He sputtered. “Quit touching mehe!” Roman tried to pull away. Virgil grips his wrist softly. “Hold up…” He eyes his arm after stretching it to the side in a half jumping jack way. He traced his elbow to his underarm once again, hearing Roman squeal and jolt away once more.

“…Dude.. don’t tell me-” Anxiety stares at him in shock. “Virge No-” Roman protests. “You’re ticklish?! Holy fuck that’s priceless!! Wait til’ the others hear about this!” Roman seemed to look away with his arms crossed, a steady blush at his cheeks. Clearly embarrassed.

Virgil gave pity and sighed. “Fine, fine. I’ll drop it. Let’s get back to training.” And so they did. Virgil hadn’t made any attempts at even tickling Roman again. Not for the first few minutes at least, which made Roman more on edge. Waiting for that spidering and tickly sensation to start, but it didn’t.

Not until he least expected it. He took a swing to the side, where Virgil ducked under his arm and spidered into his underarms mercilessly, causing him to drop his sword and wrap his arms around his midsection to protect himself. “VIHIHIHIRGIL NOHO!” He snickers. “But this is cute.~”

His cheeks rose like a fire. “IHIT IS NOHOHOT! WEHE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE TRAHAHAINING!” Roman squeaked. Which Virgil has now dubbed as his new favorite sound from the fanciful trait. “We are training, but you aren’t keeping steady, Prince Charming.~” Virgil smirked. “If you don’t stop fidgeting I’ll tickle you until you do.~”

Roman’s eyes were too squeezed shut to glare or go wide just at the thought of that. He could NOT last that long if he kept squirming like he was, so in desperation he sunk to the floor on his knees, which ironically and predictably, Virgil just followed.

Virgil moves to squeeze his hips. “Here too? Gosh, this is ridiculous.~” He shook his head in utter shock at the whole thing. Here he was, the embodiment of all things negative, tickling the crap out of the fancy and ego full of himself Prince Roman. Crazy huh?

“STAHAHAHAHAP!” “Why?~” “IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!” “Thank you, Captain Obvious.~” Virgil smirks more. He moved to nuzzle at Roman’s neck, to which he shrieked and went limp. This seemed to be that one spot that when someone finds and exploits, no matter how much you wanna squirm you just can’t for some reason.

Like you secretly like it and this is that one spot you won’t pull away from, even if it’s unbearable to hell. Virgil noticed this, but kept to himself, just relishing in the sound of Roman’s wild cackling.

“STAHAHAP! SOHOMEONE WIHIHILL HEHEAR!” Roman sputtered in embarrassment. Virgil thought about it, and for someone who wasn’t one for being the center of attention, he could care less if someone walked in and saw this. He just took in the moment and chance as if this would never happen again, but knowing it secretly would.

After what seemed like an eternity, he stopped, leaving Roman a panting and giggly red faced mess. “You’re so ticklish, it’s unreal.~” He grins. “Shuhuhut up.” He whined. “I’m never letting you live this down, you know that, right?” Virgil remarked to the whine.

“Mhm.” Roman rolls his eyes.

…

“As for earlier, I do think you’re hot.” “Wait what?” A kiss to the lips silenced both of them. Nothing else needed to be said. (Hope you enjoyed! Like I said I was bored and wanted to write Lee Roman! Submitted it to Raven as well, hope it’s not spam, just didn’t know which to do. I’ll shut up, I hope you like it keep up your great work 💜)

REPONSE: OH!!! MY GOD!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!! YES OMGGGGG

[sketchysuru]

A short BNHA fic that I wrote even though I’m wayyy out of practice

“Brotherly Advice” Rating: PG Characters: Iida Tensei, Iida Tenya

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He could hear Tenya clomping up the stairs long before his brother stopped on the landing, adjusted his glasses, and worked up the nerve to lean into the room.

“Big Bro?” he asked plaintively. “Are you busy?”

Tensei continued grading papers in his chair by the window, a cup of tea by his side. He didn't need to turn around to imagine Tenya's worried eyebrows and spectacle-concealed eyes hovering nervously in the doorframe. The years had dulled him to his brother being more or less a permanent nervous wreck, and he could tell from the sound of his voice that this wasn't anything urgent.

“Come on in,” Tensei laughed, “I'm just finishing this stack of essays.”

No matter how old they got, Tensei would always be the first one Tenya came to, and he couldn't help but feel a warmth in his chest at the knowledge. “What's up?” After a moment of hesitation, the voice from the door spoke with the aplomb of a politician announcing a disaster: “I... I need to discuss something with you.”   He heard the younger Iida scrape a chair across the room, sit dramatically, and fidget a bit. Tensei still didn't look up or put down his red pen, though; this one kid's essay about the Silver Era of heroes was really bad.

“Go ahead, Tenya. I'm just stuck on this one paper. I've never seen such bad handwriting...”

Tenya swallowed hard and cleared his throat. “I, uh... I. Um. Have met someone. And I want to ask them to go out with m-”

“It's about time.” “Yes yes, I know it's sudden, but I really- … Wait, what?”

Now Tensei looked up, and with a big smile. His brother was as put together as ever, and the only clue to his distress was an anxious expression, flailing hands, and one spastic, misplaced idiot-hair.

“Y-y-you knew!?” “I should have stopped you from running into so many walls as a kid,” Tensei reflected, and reached out to pat Tenya's head the way he had when they were young. To his quiet delight, it just messed up his hair and made him look more ridiculous. “Brain damage aside, you're a nice-lookin' guy. Of course girls have been interested in you.” “I mean I don't--” Tenya flapped, then paused. “Wait, girls? Girls? Plural?”

“Wow. Yeah, Mister Robot,” Tensei laughed. “That's what all that chocolate on White Day meant. Of course I'm sure they lost interest when they realized you have just astounding tunnel vision – or when never responded.”

You could practically see the realization wash over in Tenya, but before long he shook his head bodily. “Th-that's not important right now! Tsurugi-san is different-” He was already blushing, but now Tenya's face turned en entirely different shade of red. “I... I mean, Misaki-san.” “First names already?” Tensei said, barely able to keep from chuckling. “How lewd. Next thing you'll be telling me you walked her home from school and shamed the family in public!” “Tensei, this is serious!” Tenya yelped, and suddenly he didn't sound a day over fourteen. “I don't know how to do any of this! You're so much more charismatic, and I know you have more experience with this kind of thing!!” Tensei didn't feel this was the best time to tell his brother that most of his “experiences” had been with men after he'd left home, made a name for himself, and felt free of the pressure to be The Perfect Son – but Tenya was clearly traumatized enough thinking about a heterosexual relationship. They could get to his brother's gayness later.

“Alright, I'm sorry. You're just so funny when you get like this,” Tensei apologized, laying his students' papers down. He knitted his hands over his lap (and tried to not be alarmed by how wasted his legs had become.) “What do you want to know, Tenya? I can, uh, at least try to help.”   “I have no idea what to do on a date!”

“I mean you just kind of... go.” Tensei put up his hands. “Do something fun. Go to a movie. Buy her a crepe. Walk her home.”

“I see! A movie, a crepe-” From the corner of his eye, he saw Tenya scribbling on something.

“Ten- Tenya, no, don't take notes, it's not supposed to be like that-”

“But how will I remember in the heat of the moment!?” he said, guarding the tiny notepad he'd produced from somewhere (?). “I'm not cool like you, Big Brother. I feel so weird and out of place! It's like I can't concentrate, so maybe if I study it and make it a list of tasks-”

“Everyone feels dumb when they like someone! Do not bring a notepad on your date!”  To finalize this, Tensei clapped both hands over the pen and paper and wrestled them out of his brother's grip.

(Oh god, he'd even labeled the front of the pad “Dating Mandates”... )

“Tenya, I swear this isn't as hard as you're making it,” he tried to say reassuringly. Tensei was used to his words being enough to convince Tenya of just about anything. It didn't work this time, though, his eyes down as though biting back words. The pitiful way he finally looked up at Tensei after a moment of silence, biting his lip from doubt, could have made a stone weep. Sighing, Tensei reached as far as he could from his wheelchair and placed his hand on his brother's shoulder.

“Listen. You're not the only one feeling this way. I'm sure if she likes you, she's just as nervous as you are.” Tenya furrowed his brow as if this seemed unlikely. “Look, you don't have to lead or know what you're doing. You can go and be calm, and don't worry about having to impress her. Just have a nice time talking with her and getting to know her.” “This isn't a test you have to study or an exam you have to train for, Lil' Bro. Everyone feels nervous about this stuff, but she likes you because of who you are. So just be yourself. That's what will make her happy.”

He felt Tenya's shoulder tense, but the tortured look on his face seemed to wane a little bit. Tensei patted him, and then reached up to smooth down the damage he'd done to his hair earlier.

“You're a great guy who's a lot of fun. You're gonna do awesome.” Tensei said quietly. “And you're my favorite brother.”

“I'm your only brother.”

“Yes, I know, Mister Robot! I was trying to be sentimental,” Tensei chuckled. Tenya laughed too, though, and finally met his brother's eyes. With a jolt, Tensei realized the beginning of tears were gathering in them -- Tenya was actually about to cry.

“Hey,” he said bracingly. “I love you. You've never let anything stop you before. So a date with a girl definitely isn't going to defeat you. Now how 'bout you go text her about where she wants to go?” Tenya sniffed and wiped his eyes as he stood – and Tensei thought he heard a mumbled “I love you too” from his proud, neurotic, and completely lovable little sibling. Knowing how much his brother looked up to him, Tensei hoped this was enough to get Tenya's confidence kick-started. This really was a new challenge for him – and unlike assuming his hero mantle, dating wasn't something you could really prepare and arm yourself for.

“Thank you, Big Bro.”

“Anytime, Tenya. You're gonna be okay.”

Tensei's heart was full as he watched Tenya walk away. Ever the class-representative, his back was straight and his shoulders were square: a big dork, just as he always had been, but he was Tensei's big dork. His favorite brother. His favorite person.

He heard the departing nerd pause momentarily in the doorway just as he went to take a sip from his forgotten cup of tea. “Oh, and Tensei...” Tenya mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear.

“I never said it was a girl.”

Tea splattered the window, and it was a long time before Tensei could stop laughing enough to tell his brother that he wasn't alone.

#bnha #bnha fanfiction #iida tenya #iida tensei #iida family #good and wholesome #tensei would make a great teacher #hc

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zeath: heath locks himself out of his apartment while scottys out doing something, it turns out his hot ass neighbour (zane) is just coming back from coffee. zane lets him in his apartment & they hang out for awhile. (they fuck at some point probably idk im bad at prompts)

i made kam the roommate because kam needs more screen time lol

“Come on, Kam, pick up,” Heath muttered into his phone. He pressed it to his ear with his shoulder and checked his pockets for the thousandth time, hoping that his apartment key would miraculously appear. It didn’t.

It was his own damn fault for trying to be healthy and walking to the gym instead of driving. Because if he’d driven, he would have all of his keys now, instead of knowing they were sitting right there on the kitchen counter inside, mocking him.

Kam didn’t pick up. He knocked his head against his door. The landlord took Mondays off, and while she would have to come to let him in, he wasn’t prepared to deal with her wrath at being inconvenienced. He valued his life too much.

“You alright?” an amused voice asked from behind him, and he jumped about a foot, too deep in the throes of self-pity to hear the footsteps.

He knew the voice- it was his neighbor, Zane. He cursed God before turning around. Really? Now? You had to send the hot neighbor right by me at this very moment, when I’m sweaty and gross and locked out of my apartment like a fucking idiot?

“I locked myself out,” Heath finally replied, smiling weakly. “And my roommate isn’t answering his phone.”

“Sounds like a typical Monday,” Zane said, wincing. “Have you tried calling Frida?” Frida, the landlord from Hell.

“I’d rather die from starvation right here on this welcome mat,” Heath answered seriously, and Zane laughed.

“I hear you. She can be…difficult.” Zane jingled his keys in the hand and gestured towards his apartment door. “Well, you’re welcome to hang out in my apartment until you get in touch with your roommate. I can’t let any neighbor of mine die of starvation.”

Zane grinned, and Heath felt his stomach flutter like a schoolgirl. Fuck, he was cute. The adorably messy dark hair and pretty brown eyes got him the most, but he didn’t hate the muscles shifting under his t-shirt, or the hint of chest hair peeking out the top, or the beard he wanted rubbing against his- 

Get it together, Heath scolded himself. 

“Oh, I couldn’t do that to you…at least one of us should have a decent Monday,” Heath said, rubbing the back of his head.

“Well, mine was already decent, but it just got a lot better,” Zane replied, shooting Heath a flirtatious smile before unlocking the door to his apartment and gesturing inside. At least, Heath hoped it was flirtatious. But he doubted it. This guy was probably just really nice. And straight. Like all the other guys in his suitcase of crushes.

Still, if he was offering, Heath wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. He was entirely too thirsty to do a thing like that.

“Alright,” Heath agreed, following Zane inside.

The apartment was sparsely decorated, with only a few pieces of furniture dotting the living room. The colors were dark and the lines were sharp. It was minimalist and masculine, and Heath loved it right away.

“Do you want something to eat? To drink?” Zane asked. He pointed to a stool at the island in the kitchen and Heath sat. Zane opened the refrigerator and looked inside. “Wow…I guess I need to go grocery shopping.”

Zane pulled out a half-empty bottle of orange juice and a bottle of Bud Light, holding them up in front of Heath sheepishly. “Umm…we can make really ratchet mimosas?”

“Just the orange juice is fine,” Heath said, chuckling.

“Good choice,” Zane agreed. He poured Heath a glass before sticking his head back in the fridge. “And to eat…”

Heath held up his hand. “Let me guess- week-old Chinese leftovers and a jar of mayonnaise?”

Zane pulled a bag of brown, rotten lettuce out of a drawer. They both grimaced. 

“Maybe I’ll order a pizza,” Zane decided, tossing the lettuce into the garbage. “What toppings do you like?”

“Oh, I’m fine. I can wait until later,” Heath said, although he was post-workout and absolutely ravenous. On cue, his stomach grumbled. Zane raised an eyebrow and Heath sighed. “Pepperoni.”

Zane nodded and pulled out his cell phone, and thirty minutes later they were scarfing it down like they hadn’t eaten in weeks. In between bites, they talked. Heath discovered that not only was Zane incredibly gorgeous and adorable, but he also managed to make a living shooting YouTube videos. Heath watched a few on his phone, and he couldn’t believe the number of views they had. But of course, Zane was in them. So he sort of got it.

“What do you do?” Zane asked, leaning against the counter and resting his chin on his hands.

Heath hesitated. He hated this question- especially when guys asked him.

It had all started out on the up-and-up. He had gotten a job as a delivery guy for a very high-end florist in Beverly Hills, bringing celebrities their wedding bouquets and all other manner of floral excess. He had been doing that- in a very manly way, he might add- for about six months, when one day the shop was so slammed and enough people were out sick or had just quit that he was pulled in to learn the register, leaving the other delivery guy to fend for himself. 

The owner was so impressed with his customer service- and how much the little old ladies loved him- that she offered him a job in the shop. He learned quickly, watching the old-timers, reading as much as he could…and now, over the course of two years, he had become an actual…florist. A very manly one.

“I, umm…work with flowers,” Heath answered, clearing his throat. That always sounded better than “I’m a florist.” He could be a landscaper, or a botanist, or something. 

“So you’re a florist?”

Fuck.

“Well…yeah,” Heath admitted, like he was confessing to a murder. None of his friends understood why he was so self-conscious about his profession, but of course, they weren’t fighting the daily battle of clapping back against gay stereotypes and old-school gender norms. It was exhausting. And he had been burned by enough straight guys about what he did that he was incredibly gun shy.

“That’s awesome,” Zane replied. It was? “I’d love to have more flowers and plants in here, but I’ve killed every green thing that’s come through the door.”

“I’m not surprised, considering the state of the lettuce you just threw out,” Heath said drily, and Zane threw his head back and laughed.

“Touche.”

Two hours later Kam finally responded to his text, and three hours later Kam was home and able to let Heath back in the apartment.

Heath didn’t want to leave Zane’s kitchen. Zane was smart, and cute, and sweet, and funny, and Heath could feel his little gay heart growing three times bigger.

But he also knew he had to leave. The last thing he needed was another futile crush on a straight boy. Who was also his neighbor.

“What do I owe you for the pizza?” Heath asked. “Let me run home and grab my wallet.”

Zane waved him off. “Please. It was my pleasure.”

“Well, thanks. I owe you big time for today,” Heath said, hopping off his stool. He smiled at Zane and hoped there weren’t hearts in his eyes. “If you ever get locked out, feel free to knock on our door. We’ll order pizza.”

“Actually, we should probably exchange numbers in case this happens again,” Zane said casually, pulling out his phone. “Or any other type of apartment emergency. I work from home, as you know, so I’m always around if you need anything.”

“Oh…yeah, that’d be great,” Heath stuttered. Jesus, his heart was pounding in his chest like Zane had just asked him to marry him or something.

Numbers were exchanged and Zane walked Heath out to the hallway. The door to Heath’s apartment was ajar, and he grabbed the handle before turning back to Zane.  

“Thanks again. I really appreciate it.”

Zane’s eyes twinkled. “Any time.”

Heath went inside, closing the door behind him and leaning back against it.

“You’re gonna get locked out a lot more often, aren’t you?” Kam asked from the couch, grinning like a loon at Heath’s lovesick expression.

“Shut up, Kam.”

#zeath #zeath fic

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The Witch and the Cop

So this is the first chapter of the Darryl Jr and Wyatt story I’ve been working on. Let me know if you like it or if it sucks.

Words: 4251

Links: FFN

Summary: Darryl Jr is fresh out of the police academy when he is transferred to San Francisco. After the Morris' and Halliwell's stopped working together for years, it's time for DJ and Wyatt to change that.

Darryl Jr. (or as his mom likes to call him DJ) was fresh out of the academy when he was transferred to the West Coast. His mom cried (DJ still wasn't sure if it was tears of joy or sadness) while his dad clapped him on the back, telling his son that he was proud of him. The Morris's had been away from the West Coast for far too long. So DJ packed up and drove back to his first home, San Francisco.

The drive was long but relaxing. DJ made several tourist pit stops, taking dorky selfies for his mom. When he made it to San Fransisco, DJ immediately made his way to an old Victorian house that his dad told him about. After parking on the side of the street, he made his way up to the red manor. A middle-age woman with straight brown hair opened the door, smiling at him.

"Your mother called to tell me you were stopping by! Come in," She said, motioning him inside. "You probably don't remember me since you guys moved when you were five but I'm Piper Halliwell."

"I remember you a little. It's good to see you again, Piper," DJ said as she pulled him in for a hug.

"Are you hungry, Darryl?" She asked, putting her arms around his shoulder and leading him into the kitchen. "I made lunch."

"Starving actually. And I go by DJ. Easier than people getting my dad and I confused. Plus I hate Jr," DJ told her.

Piper laughed, squeezing his shoulders. In the kitchen, a young blond man about DJ's age was sitting at the island, reading. He looked up, pulling his reading glasses off.

"Hey, you must be Darryl Morris. Mom wouldn't shut up since she got the phone call from your mom," The man greeted standing up and reaching out to shake DJ's hand. "I'm Wyatt."

"I'm DJ. I think we had a few playdates before we moved."

"I think so," Wyatt responded, going over to help his mom with the plates. "So you're a police officer?"

"Yeah, fresh out of the academy. The SFPD needed more help so I was transferred here," DJ explained, taking the plate from Piper and thanking her. "I haven't been in San Francisco since I was five so it's going to be interesting."

"You'll adjust fine," Piper told him. "Plus, I promised your dad we would look after you."

"Thanks, Piper," DJ smiled at her.

And that's how the weekly dinners with the Halliwell's started. Once a week, DJ would go over to the manor and eat dinner. Most of the time it was Piper, her husband Leo, and their kids, Wyatt, Chris, and Melinda. Sometimes Piper's sisters would show up with their families. Paige squealed excitedly when she first saw DJ and wanted to know all about his family back on the East Coast. She revealed (much to Piper's dismay) that she worked with Darryl when he was still on the force. DJ tried questioning Paige with what she did but Piper shut her up immediately.

DJ settled in San Francisco fast. He loved his unit and easily got the hang out it. His partner, Jun, was a kickass Korean woman that could take anyone down. She was also fresh out of the academy. They always had the best time on duty. His apartment was small and he was slowly learning how to cook. Piper took pity on him and would send him home with plenty of leftovers from diner that would last him for days.

Wyatt and DJ started hanging out more outside the weekly dinners. Wyatt was in his third year of college and was interested in forensics and criminology and started to talk to DJ about it. Chris thought Wyatt was crazy but would light up whenever DJ told him about a really cool arrest he made with Sun.

DJ talked to his parents once a week. On one particular night, his dad made a comment about the Halliwell's that had DJ scratching his head. He pushed it out of his head, deciding to ask Wyatt about it if it ever came up.

"You have nothing. Why do you have nothing?" Sun demanded, digging around in his fridge. They had just got back from a long over night shift when Sun announced she was staying at his apartment. When DJ asked why, she said it was because his apartment was closer to the precinct (DJ thinks it's because she's lonely and actually enjoyed his company but Sun would never admit that.) Sun gave up on the fridge and went the cabinets. "God, Morris. How do you survive with no food?"

DJ groaned from the couch. All he wanted to do after his shift was sleep but Sun was demanding to eat. "I have family friends that fed me."

Sun came out of the kitchen with her hands on her hips. She looked so small in a SFPD sweatshirt but DJ knew otherwise. "You need to learn how to cook. At least learn to cook pasta. It's the easiest thing in the world to cook."

"I'm pretty sure Piper would die if she found out I was eating just pasta," DJ answered.

Sun gave him a look and plopped down on the couch next to him, putting her foot up on the coffee table. "Who's Piper?"

"Oh, Piper Halliwell is old friend of my dad's before we moved to New York. He was friends with her and his sisters."

"Halliwell? Why does that name sound familiar?"

"You met her son, Wyatt the other day. He came in to ask me a question about his criminal justice paper," DJ reminded her.

"Oh yeah."

They stayed silent for a few minutes until someone knocked on DJ's door. DJ groaned, struggling to get up. He finally made it to the door and opened it, revealing Wyatt and Chris, each holding several tupperware containers. "Hey, guys. What's up?"

"Mom said you had a night shift so she sent over breakfast and lunch," Wyatt answered showing him the containers.

"And dinner for the rest of the week," Chris added. "Melinda is bringing more up."

"Your mom is an angel," DJ moaned, grabbing a container from Wyatt. "Sun! I have breakfast!"

"Oh, thank God!" Sun cried in relief, getting up from the couch, stopping when she saw the guys. "Oh, hi."

"Wyatt, Chris, this is my partner, Sun," DJ introduced. "Sun, this is Wyatt and Chris Halliwell. Family friends. Who came with food."

"I already love them," Sun replied, grabbing a container from DJ and going to the kitchen.

"Wow," Chris said, stepping inside. "I like her."

"She's awesome," Wyatt agreed. A teenage girl with long, straight brown hair came running up the steps with a bag over her shoulder. "There she is. What took you so long, Mel?"

"The bag is heavy. Plus Mom left instructions for DJ so he could freeze some of this stuff," Melinda said. "If she is like this over DJ, I can't imagine what she's like when Wyatt finally moves out."

"When Chris and I move out," Wyatt corrected, taking the bag from Melinda. "We'e moving out next semester."

"Good luck with that," Melinda mumbled, following them into the kitchen.

Sun had gotten several plates out and put a large helping on a plate. She decided against sitting, instead she leaned against DJ's counter, taking huge bites of the waffles Piper had made.

"Breathe, Sun. I can't have my best partner die," DJ told her.

"I am your first partner, dimwit," Sun rolled her eyes.

"Sun, this is our little sister, Melinda," Wyatt introduced.

"Nice meeting you," Sun mumbled with her mouth full.

"You are disgusting, Sun," DJ rolled his eyes, grabbing a plated and piling it up with waffles and bacon. He moaned when he took a bite. "These are the best waffles ever. God, I love your mom."

"So what are you guys up to today?" Wyatt asked when they both finished their first plate and started on their second.

"We haven't slept in...Sun, how long ago was that?" DJ asked, not remembering the last time he was in his bed.

"Too long," Sun answered, digging into a muffin.

"So once we eat, we are hitting the sack. Then we have another night shift. Why? What's up?"

"I have a test on Monday and I was hoping you two could help me out," Wyatt said.

"You can join us on our shift," DJ offered, looking at Sun. Sun nodded in agreement.

"Oh, you are in for life, dude," Sun told him. "You fed me. You three can have anything."

Wyatt laughed. "Thanks, guys. I appreciated it. This test is stressing me out."

"You'll be fine," Melinda said. "At least you aren't in high school."

"Alright, Melly, we should get going. They need their sleep," Wyatt said, putting his arm around his little sister.

"Get here around 8:00, okay? Our shift starts at 9:00," DJ told him, following them to the door.

"You got it. Thanks again, DJ!"

DJ said goodbye to the Halliwell siblings, closing the door behind him. He turned around to find Sun passed out on the couch. He shook his head and went to grab a blanket for her. After he covered her up, he went to room, passing out as soon as he hit the bed.

Wyatt knocked on DJ's door at 8:00 later that day. Sun appeared at the door in her SFPD pants and a white tank top.

"Welcome back," She greeted, leading him in. "We were just eating."

Wyatt adjusted his school bag, following her into DJ's small kitchen area. DJ was sitting at the table in his SFPD pants and a white tank top, eating what Piper made him. "Ready for your first ride in a police car, Wy?" DJ asked.

"Yeah, it should be fun, right?" Wyatt said.

Sun and DJ both shook their heads.

"No, it's not."

"Not at all."

"Quite boring actually," DJ told him honestly.

After DJ and Sun finished their dinner, they put on their SFPD shirts and they were out the door and into the cop car. Wyatt sat in the back with DJ driving and Sun in the passenger seat. DJ drove around his and Sun's assigned area as Wyatt asked them questions.

DJ and Sun were right about the night shift being boring. Nothing interesting happened as DJ and Sun's shift went on. Around 2:00 in the morning, they found a 24/7 diner. Wyatt went in and grabbed them some food. The rest of the night was spent by DJ and Sun quizzing Wyatt for his test. Wyatt continued to stress over his test even though DJ and Sun continued to assure him that he knew it and he would be fine. Finally their shift ended and they drove back to DJ's place.

"God, I hope we get more interesting cases soon," Sun exclaimed as soon as they walked into DJ's apartment. She pulled off her shirt and threw it on the floor, immediately going to the kitchen.

DJ sighed, rolling his eyes. He pulled off his gun and set it on the table then picked up Sun's shirt. He assumed that meant she was staying over here again.

"Thanks for the help, DJ," Wyatt said, leaning against the chair as he watched DJ clean up. "I feel a little better."

"You'll do fine, Wy. Just go home and get some sleep. You don't want lack of sleep to be your downfall," DJ reminded him.

"Yeah, okay. When are you down with night shift? Mom has been driving me nuts about our weekly dinner," Wyatt asked.

"Sun and I have three more days of this torture then we are off for two days," DJ answered, hanging Sun's shirt on the chair and pulling his off as well.

"Great. Text me when you're off so I can get Mom off my back," Wyatt grabbed his bag and walked to the door. "Bye, Sun! See you later!"

Sun poked her head out of the kitchen with a muffin in her hand. "Bye, Wyatt! Good luck on your test. Text me and tell me how it goes!"

"You got it!" Wyatt waved and headed out.

DJ turned to Sun once he closed the door behind Wyatt. "I guess you're staying here again?"

"Yeah if that's okay," Sun responded.

"Yeah but don't you need clothes and stuff?"

"Oh, I already have all that. My bag over there has everything I need." Sun pointed to the police academy duffle bag that sat in the corner that DJ never noticed. Sun duked back in the kitchen as DJ stared at the bag, confused.

Wyatt was exhausted. After staying up all night with DJ and Sun on their night shift, he stayed up all day helping Melinda with her homework. He ended up crashing around six o'clock that afternoon and woke up six the next morning. He spent all that day studying then ended up staying out all night with Chris hunting a demon. Finally Monday came and his test was officially over. He was sending a text to his group chat with Sun and DJ, thanking them for their help when he walked into the manor, done for the day.

"Wy? Is that you?" Chris yelled from another room.

"Yeah, where are you?" Wyatt yelled back.

"The conservatory!"

Wyatt put his phone up and walked to the conservatory where Chris had brought the Book of Shadows down from the attic. It was open on the stand with the potion cauldron in front of it. Chris was slowly stirring the potion, counting under his breath. Behind him was a recent addition to the demon hunting, a whiteboard where all the information about the current demon they were tracking was written down. Chris also had another small table set up with a map of the city, a scrying crystal, and his laptop.

"Mom kicked you out of the kitchen?" Wyatt asked, seeing the set up.

"Yeah, she was testing out a new recipe for the restaurant then got called in," Chris explained.

"Anything new?" Wyatt walked over to the whiteboard, looking for new information.

"His human form is as evil as a demon as his actual form," Chris started. "Identity freud. Cyberbullying. Drug dealing. Rape. Assault. The list goes on. And this is just the human form. The demon form has killed close to a dozen innocents and has tortured a dozen others."

Wyatt whistled. "You found all of this out while I took my test?"

"Melinda, Kat, and Tam helped out a ton," Chris responded, finishing the potion. He grabbed a vial and started filling it up.

"They have school."

"Hello, smart phones. Come on, Wy, you are the one who first started using technology to hunt demons," Chris rolled his eyes at his brother as he finished the first vial.

"Yeah but they should be paying attention to school. Soon you'll get PJ, Henry, Parker, and Peyton involved," Wyatt said, crossing his arms.

"Please," Chris chuckled. "I know better than that, Wy. Peyton and Parker is way too young. Aunt Paige will kill me if I get Henry involved. PJ is old enough and I did ask her but she didn't answer my text."

"Alright," Wyatt said, unconvinced. "So, what's your plan?" Wyatt was usually the one to take over demon hunting but since he started this semester, he has been letting Chris take more control.

"I called Uncle Henry and every officer in San Francisco is on the look out for this guy. When they find them, they will call Uncle Henry who will call us," Chris told him. "Since we still don't know what kind of demon he is, I made this." Chris help up a potion. "It has Mom's powers."

"Sweet," Wyatt praised, taking the potion from him. "So you just want to sit around and wait for this guy?"

"Actually, I thought we could go with DJ and stake out this," Chris walked over to the whiteboard and pointed to a picture of a crappy looking apartment building. "This is the guy's last known address. And it's within five miles of his last kill."

"Nice work, baby brother. I'm impressed but you aren't going with us if we call DJ," Wyatt told him.

"Wait, why not? I did all the work!" Chris protested.

"Because you have a test tomorrow. I saw your schedule, Chris. You can't fool me. And I highly doubt you have started studying because of all this. I can handle the stakeout with DJ. Don't let demon hunting affect your grades, Chris," Wyatt reasoned.

Chris stared at him for a few minutes, trying to get his big brother to break. When Wyatt refused to back down, Chris sighed. "Okay. But if you get into trouble, call me."

"You got it, little brother." Wyatt pulled out his phone and pulled up DJ's number. "What about Sun?"

Chris shook his head. "I like her but let's not get her involved unless we absolutely have to."

Wyatt nodded in agreement, leaving the conservatory to call DJ.

"Hello?" DJ answered in raspy voice indicting to Wyatt that he woke him up.

"Hey, DJ, sorry to bother you but have you heard about that Tobias guy?" Wyatt started off.

"Tobias? Oh, yeah we've been after him for months," DJ answered.

"What would you say if I had a lead but you can't tell anyone and only you can stake out with me?"

"Wy, what did you get into, man?"

"Just trust me, DJ, okay?" Wyatt assured.

DJ sighed. "Does Sun need to come along?"

"No, she doesn't."

"Okay, Wy. I trust you. What time should I pick you up?"

"7:00 tonight," Wyatt answered.

DJ sighed again but agreed. He hung up, looking over at Sun who was still sound asleep on his couch. They had fallen asleep while a watching a movie after getting back from the night shift. DJ hated that agreed not to tell Sun. Sun was his partner but he trusted Wyatt.

At 7:00, DJ pulled up to the Halliwell manor. He luckily didn't have to lie to Sun. Once she woke up, she decided she needed to go home and that they have been together way too long. DJ nodded in agreement, telling her to enjoy her days off.

Wyatt walked out of the Halliwell manor with dark jeans and a hoodie on and carried a backpack over his shoulder. He jogged down the stairs and opened the passenger seat. "Hey, how was night shift last night?"

"Sun and I had a drug bust so much more interesting," DJ answered.

"Man, I missed it," Wyatt whined, climbing in and closing the door.

"How was your test?" DJ asked as Wyatt buckled his seat belt.

"Pretty good. I think I aced it." Wyatt adjusted his backpack and opened it, pulling out a container. "Mom sent stake out food."

"Wait, she knows what we're up to?" DJ cried, turning to face Wyatt. "What are you getting me into, man?"

"Have you ever talked to your dad about how he used to live here and was friends with my mom and aunts?" Wyatt asked. DJ shook his head, Wyatt smirked. "Boy, you are in for a treat. Here is Tobias' last known address."

DJ took Wyatt's phone out of his hand to look at the address that was pulled up. "This is insane. How did you get this? Our detectives couldn't get this."

"I told you to trust me," Wyatt grinned.

DJ sighed, putting the car in drive and heading towards the address.

The stake out was long and boring. They have been staring at Tobias' apartment for three hours and there was no sign of him. Wyatt was trying his best to keep the conversation going but DJ keep thinking about Wyatt's comment. It reminded him of what his dad told him a couple of months ago.

"Trust the Halliwell's, son. They can do more with their powers than you realize."

"Hey, Wyatt?" DJ finally said after being in his head for awhile.

"Yeah?"

"When I first met your Aunt Paige, she said she worked with my dad when he was still on the force. And then my dad told me to trust your family and mentioned something about powers? Then your mom sends stake out food and doesn't seem at all concerned with what you are doing?" His statement at the end turned into a question as he got more confused. "Wyatt, what is going on?"

Wyatt put down his phone that he was currently looking at and sighed. "I thought this would come up but later. Mom warned me I should tell you. She didn't want you to end up like your dad, scared for his life." He sighed again, rubbing his forehead. "What I'm about to tell you is going to sound crazy but you have to believe. My family has powers. We are witches. We fight demons."

"You're a witch?" DJ asked slowly, trying to the take the new information in.

Wyatt nodded. "My mom and aunts are three of the most powerful witches. They helped your dad and he helped them. They would track the humans working for demons and he would arrest them. But he also helped them when the guy they were looking for was a demon and they had to vanquish the demon, so your dad would cover it up."

"But my dad said he left. If they were such good friends, why did he move us to the East Coast?"

Wyatt shook his head. "You need to ask your dad. I shouldn't be the one to tell you."

DJ took a deep breath. "This is a lot of information that I'm not really sure how to handle."

"I get it."

DJ was silent for a moment then turned to Wyatt. "So you have powers? What's yours?"

"So I'm kinda a special case. My dad was a whitelighter, which is kinda like a guardian for witches. Chris, Melinda, Aunt Paige, and I are whitelighter-witches," Wyatt explained. "We can orb which is kinda like teleporting but with through blue orbs."

"Woah, back up. You got to explain more."

So that's what Wyatt did. He told DJ all about the Halliwell's and how they were descended from the Warren line. How Melinda Warren prophesied The Charmed Ones. How Prue, Piper, and Phoebe found out they were the Charmed Ones and then how they lost Prue but found Paige. He told DJ about his prophecy and how he was Twice-Blessed but the prophecy was erased. How his mom and aunts saved the world numerous times and have now passed it down to him, his siblings and his cousins.

"Mom and my aunts have been retired for a few years now. They trained us from the beginning unlike when they were little. Mom said it was better because we can control our powers. When they first started, they wasted a lot of time learning the craft. Since we learned the beginning, we don't have to do that," Wyatt explained.

"So your powers or version of your powers are passed down from generation to generation?" DJ asked. Wyatt nodded. "And you and Chris are the first male witches in your line in three hundred years?"

"Yeah, Mom likes to brag about that just to drive Grams insane," Wyatt laughed.

"Your Grams is dead though?"

"Yeah."

"And now I have a headache," DJ answered, rubbing his head.

"Maybe that's enough for today," Wyatt told him. "Let's focus on Tobias."

"Oh my God! Tobias is a demon!" DJ cried, putting two and two together. "That's why you're with me and how you have a lead."

Wyatt nodded. "Chris and I've been tracking this guy for awhile. Chris wanted to come but has a test. Melinda isn't that involved yet and I prefer to keep it like that for awhile."

DJ nodded, taking a deep breathe. His eye caught a light and looked up to see the apartment they were watching light up. Tobias. "We'll talk about this later cause our guy is on the move."

A few minutes, Tobias walked out of the building and started walking down the street. The two got out of the car, carefully, their eyes on Tobais. DJ grabbed in gun, sticking it in his holster. They started following him as he went in an alley. He started slowing down, realizing someone was following him. DJ pulled out his gun, pointing it at the demon. Tobias stopped and turned to face them.

"Are you going to try to stop me?" He asked, smiling a smile that made DJ's skin crawl. He threw his hand out, a fireball exploding from it.

DJ screamed, jumping as Wyatt threw his hand out, deflecting the fireball. He pulled out a vial out of his pocket and threw it at Tobias. Tobias screamed as the potion hit him and his whole body went up in flames. DJ's eyes widen as he watched him burn and turn to dust. "Holy shit, that just happened," DJ exclaimed.

"Yeah, he was a lot easier to vanquish than Chris thought but that's good," Wyatt answered, dusting his palms off then turned to him. "Are you okay?"

DJ nodded. "That was insane."

"But are you cool with this?"

"Yeah," DJ nodded, putting his gun up and holding out his hand. "I guess this means the Morris's are working with the Halliwell's again."

Wyatt grinned, taking DJ's hand and shaking it.

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Give Us A Try

Notes: Hey guys! I’ve been working on this for a while and I finally finished it so here it is! Thanks for all the support recently :) You guys are awesome. Requests are still open, by the way! I’m always happy to write a request :)

Summary: Read the request :)

Give Us A Try

Sebastian Smythe x Reader

Word Count: 2,705 (wow this is rly long sry)

Character Count: 14,363

Warnings: none :)

“Are you excited to go back to Ohio, (y/n)?” Your twin brother asks you, obviously excited himself.

“Yeah, I guess. I mean, I miss Blaine.” You don’t look over at him since you’re driving.

“Hey, (y/n)?” He asks suddenly. You glance over at him.

“Yeah?” You ask.

“Well...I was wondering...do you ever miss mom and dad?” He asks, completely out of the blue. Both your parents had died a year ago in a car crash when you were sixteen.

Instead of answering your brother, who’s only younger than you by seven minutes, you turn up the radio. He takes this as your answer.

“We’re here.” You announce, stepping out of the car two hours later. You hadn’t said another word during that car ride after he asked about your parents. You don’t like to talk about them.

“Sweet! We’re back home to our old house!” He runs into the house. You sigh, looking up at the huge house towering over you. You never liked this house. It reminded you of everything you had to live up to. The standards. The expectations.

“Come on! I think my old Xbox is hooked up!” He calls you over. You smile slightly. He always knew how to lighten your mood.

“I can’t. Not right now. I’ve got to go fill out some papers for the house and to get us enrolled in Dalton again.” You tell him, closing the front door behind you. You go to your office space and spread out all the papers as you sit down.

“You’ve got to do all of that?” His eyes widen at the stack of paperwork in front of you.

“Yup. That’s what happens when you own both your deceased parents’ businesses, squirt.” You smile tiredly at him. Squirt was your nickname for him that you used all the time.

“I’m sorry. I wish I could help you with some.” He frowns. You can see the pity he feels for you in his eyes.

“It’s okay. Some things have to be handled alone.’ You nod and get to work on the papers.

~the next day~

“Hey, squirt, are you ready? We’re going to be late on our first day!” You call up the stairs. Another con about this house. It’s so big it’s hard to tell where anyone is or if they can even hear you.

“Yeah! Coming!” He slides down the railing of the stairs, bagel in hand.

“Well, I’m glad you got breakfast because if you hadn’t, there wouldn’t be time to get it now. Let’s go.” You all but push him out of the house and into the car.

Upon your arrival to Dalton, you grin. Dalton was one of the only places you actually enjoyed yourself. Sure, it was supposed to be an all boys school, but you were the one exception. The one girl in the whole school. It made you a target for many boys. But not all of them.

“Are you ready for school?” You smirk at your brother. He was never big on school, but you could tell he was excited to be back at Dalton where all his friends are.

“Yup! You?” He asks.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You nod, walking in.

“Ah, Mr. and Miss (y/l/n). How very nice to see you again. Here are your class schedules, and I assume you know your way around.” The principal hands you your schedule and ushers you out. Must have a meeting or something.

“Well, I’ll see you later, bro.” You mess up his hair and walk off, grinning. You walk straight towards where you hear singing voices.

“Well, look who it is!” You hear voices greet you.

“(y/n)! Guys, it’s (y/n)!” Jeff runs up to you and hugs you. You laugh and hug back.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Guys, I can only hug so many people at one time!” You laugh as they all dog pile you. Once they’re finished, you get up and dust yourself off.

“We were just about to perform Uptown Girl, you in? I’m sure you’ll catch on within seconds.” David grins.

“Sure, I’m down.” You laugh. You notice someone staring at you out of the corner of your eye. Someone you don’t recognize. Someone who wasn’t here when you left. They start singing and you jump in, fitting at the front and singing lead. You always sing lead.

Uptown Girl

She’s been living in her white bread world

As long as anyone with hot blood can

And now she’s looking for a downtown man

That’s what I am

You grin and sing, everyone nodding. You knew they were thinking, she’s still got it. You were one of the best singers at Dalton until you left. You see some people, including the guy who was staring at you earlier, smile and look at the entrance but you don’t let that distract you. You keep singing.

And when she knows what she wants from her time

And when she wakes up and makes up her mind

The new guy who was staring at you starts singing lead. You see everyone waving and pointing to the entrance, so you decide to turn around and see what’s going on. The guy you don’t recognize is walking towards...Blaine!? You have to refrain from shouting “BLAINE!” at the top of your lungs.

She’ll see I’m not so tough just because I’m in love with an

Blaine grins at you and gives you a friendly wink.

The new guy pulls Blaine into the group and he starts singing and dancing with the rest of you.

Uptown girl

You know I can’t afford to buy her pearls

But maybe someday when my ship comes in

She’ll understand what kind of guy I’ve been

And then I’ll win

A teacher walks past and tries to shush you guys, but you just walk towards her with the rest of the group and sing louder. The guys wink and try to be flirtatious, but you just sing normally. You weren’t into girls, thank you very much.

And when she’s walking

She’s lookin’ so fi-i-ine

The new guy butts in and starts singing lead for a line again.

And when she’s talking

She’ll say that she’s mi-i-ine

You start to sing lead again, glancing over at the other guy.

She’ll say I’m not so tough, just because I’m in love with an

Uptown girl

Everyone throws their hands in the air along with the teacher, except she’s pointing for you all to go back into the classroom. Everyone runs back to the classroom except for you. You, instead, are walking backwards as you sing.

She’s been living in her white bread world

As long as anyone with hot blood can

And now she’s looking for a downtown man

That’s what I am

You jokingly wink at her before heading back into the classroom with everyone else.

You’re singing a chorus of “Whoa”s when the new guy you’re not familiar with walking into the center of the semi-circle and spins before dropping to the floor and doing a kip-up. You’re pretty impressed, you have to admit. Then, another guy jumps, does a weird side flip thing, and lands. Then, your personal favorite, someone just swings their arm back and forth as if doing the robot or something.

Then, as if on cue, everyone starts to form back into their lines and Blaine’s on the side, clapping to the beat. You’re in the front and center.

Uptown Girl

She’s my uptown girl

You know I’m in love with an

Uptown girl

Everyone goes rigid and still except for you, putting their hands behind their backs and standing straighter.

You, on the other hand, are putting your hands out in front of you and getting into the song.

My uptown girl

You know I’m in love

You walk out of the group and up in front of them before you slow it down a little bit, dragging out the last few words.

With an uptown girl

Blaine claps once you’ve finished, grinning. He goes up and hugs you. You hug back just as tightly.

“I’ve missed you.” Blaine mumbles.

“I’ve missed you too, Blaine. How come you’re not at Dalton anymore?” You ask, your smile faltering a little bit.

“I’ve moved to McKinley. But, might I ask, why are you back here? I thought you moved?” He asks, smiling a little.

“Well, I did. I just...moved back recently.” You smile.

“We’ll have to catch up sometime. But for now, I’ve gotta get back to class. By the way, I got a new phone. Here’s my number.” He hands you a slip of paper he just hurriedly wrote on.

“Oh, uh, okay! Bye, Blaine!” You wave, smiling slightly as he walks off.

“What, let me guess, you like him?” The new guy of the group scoffs as he walks up next to you. The others are minding their own business, talking amongst each other.

“Me? Like Blaine? Sorry, no. He’s gay, has a boyfriend, and isn’t my type anyways.” You shake your head.

“Who is your type?” He asks, raising his eyebrows skeptically.

“None of your business. What’s your name, anyways? I haven’t seen you around before.” You muse.

“Sebastian Smythe. What’s yours?” He returns the question.

“(y/n) (y/l/n). Nice to meet you.” You fake curtsy and smile.

“Okay, (y/n) (y/l/n). I think I’ve already got you figured out.” He chuckles and smirks.

“Oh, really now? I’d love to hear what you think I am, Smythe.” You hum.

“I think you’re the goody-two-shoes. You’re nerdy, quirky, kind-hearted, and the type of person who’s all ‘violence is only for self-defense!’ and stuff.” He guesses.

“Well, I’ll let you figure out yourself if that’s really what I am. Anyways, I’ve got to go. I only have half the classes you do because I also have to run two businesses on the side so the school decided to let me have four classes instead of eight like the rest of you. Ta-ta.” You wave daintily before walking off.

~that night~

“Ugh, stupid business!” You yell, tempted to punch your computer.

“What’s wrong, sis?” Your brother pops his head into the office room. You quickly compose yourself, hoping he hadn’t seen you like that.

“Nothing, it’s nothing. Just...someone trying to steal the business from under me. But don’t worry, I won’t let that happen. Everything’s fine.” You shake your head and fake a smile.

“Oh, okay. Well, I’m gonna go to bed. Night.” He smiles and goes to bed. You sigh frustratedly. This was going to be a long and stressful night for you.

~a couple weeks later~

“Hey, (y/n).” Sebastian slides up next to you, grinning smugly.

“What’d you do this time?” You smile slightly. You had taken a bit of a liking to Sebastian, but you noticed that he’s taken a liking to you, too.

“Threw a rock salt slushie into Blaine’s face.” He shrugs. Your eyes widen.

“Seb!” You smack his arm, concerned for Blaine.

“What? I want to win!” He holds his hands up in defense.

“That’s not cool Seb! He could be seriously hurt!” You frown, thinking of Blaine. He’s your best friend, besides Sebastian. You couldn’t bear seeing him hurt.

“He’s not that hurt. He’ll be fine. Plus, I was totally right.” Sebastian smirks.

“Right? What do you mean? Right about what?” You narrow your eyes at him.

“You are the ‘violence is for self-defense only’ type of person!” He pokes your shoulder playfully. You roll your eyes and playfully shove his arm.

“Whatever. Hey, I’ll catch you later, ‘kay? I’m gonna go outside and clear my head.” You smile at him.

“Yeah, ‘course. See you later.” He grins and walks off. You go outside and sit down on the trunk of your favorite willow tree.

“Stupid businesses ruining my stupid life.” You sigh and lean your head against the willow tree. Little did you know, Sebastian was watching you from afar. He knew you’d been acting weird the past couple of days and he wanted to find out what’s wrong. But, he knew you, and he knew that if he asked what was wrong you weren’t going to say a thing.

“I just want some peace and quiet! I want some time where I don’t think I’m a piece of crap because I can barely run my businesses that got handed down to me from my stupid crap parents! Their genius thought was ‘hey, if we die early, let’s hand the business over to our seventeen-year-old daughter who should be learning calculus and chemistry, not how to run a freaking business!’ I can’t be normal now!” You growl, growing more frustrated by the second. You’re on the verge of tears now. You can’t seem to calm down.

So, to help yourself calm down, you take out a cigarette. Lighting it, you’re about to put it in your mouth when something stops you. Well, more like someone.

“Cigarettes kill people, you know.” Someone plucks the cigarette from your hand and throws it on the ground, stepping on it with their foot to put it out.

“Sebastian now is not the time.” You shake your head and try to get up and walk away, but he puts his hand on your shoulder. You look up at him and sit back down again.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong. I want to help you.” He pleads you.

“You can’t help me, Seb. It’s business stuff. You wouldn’t get it.” You roll your eyes, trying to get another cigarette out. Instead of answering, Sebastian just takes your packet of cigarettes and stands up.

“What are you doing, Sebastian?” You ask him, getting annoyed with him. He throws the packet of cigarettes next to his feet and stomps on them before picking them up again and throwing them into a pond near you.

“I was doing that.” He sits down next to you again.

“Great. Thanks.” You roll your eyes and cross your arms, huffing in annoyance.

“Now, how can I help you?” He asks.

“You can’t. I’m a hopeless cause.” You growl. He takes a moment to look at you. Really look at you.

“What are you staring at, Smythe?” You sneer at him.

“You’re beautiful.” He blurts out.

“What?” You ask, eyes widening in surprise. You turn your body to look at him.

“Like I said. You’re beautiful. You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He repeats himself.

“You’re joking, right? Seb, you can’t like me. I’m a mess. I can’t do anything right. I’m pathetic.” You shake your head.

“But I like you anyway, don’t I? Look, (y/n), you’re amazing and I don’t care that you’re a mess. So am I. We can help each other.” He looks deep into your eyes.

“Seb…” You trail off, but your eyes can’t help but flicker to his lips for a second.

“I know you like me too, (y/n).” He lets his eyes flicker down to your lips, too. You gulp.

“But, I...we can’t...the businesses…” You trail off, leaning in slightly. Sebastian leans in, too. Eventually, your lips meet in the middle and you feel sparks fly in between the two of you.

As soon as your lips meet, your hands fly up to Sebastian’s head. You run your fingers through his hair, messing it up. His hands find your face and cup your cheeks, bringing you closer to him.

“We can make this work. Please.” He pleads once you broke the kiss and leaned back a little bit. You weren’t going to lie, you liked Sebastian a lot. You just didn’t know if you could have a relationship and run the businesses and have school at the same time.

But you wanted to give it a try anyways.

“Seb, I want to try this. I want to try us. I want to try and have a relationship with you.” You nod, fiddling with your fingers nervously.

“So do I.” He nods, waiting for you to continue.

“So let’s give us a try.” You smile slightly.

“(y/n) (y/l/n), will you be my girlfriend?” He asks, grinning widely.

“I’d love to.” You smile and kiss him, making him kiss back eagerly. This could either be the best or worst decision of your life.

A/N: Hey guys! Hope you liked this request! Once again, requests are open so don’t be afraid to drop in there and ask away! (It doesn’t even have to be a request, you can just ask me some questions if you want ^-^) Until next time~

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[letitbefiction]

Iron heart and a spider shaped key- chapter 7

A/N: Ok. So I added a few characters and as someone who always wrote only oc’s it’s extremely difficult for me so go easy on me if you don’t like how I wrote them here

Warning- like..nothing? Again..?

Paring- Peter Parker x stark!reader

Type: fluff, funny, adorable and a bit of angst

Word count: 3520

Chapter1

Chapter 6

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“Is the trickster on our side?” Adam asked briefly before continuing to pace around the room, “he doesn’t usually participate in the war but he wouldn’t mind.. why?” You asked curiously “mind calling him for me? I think we could use the help” he smirked devilishly. And so you did, and the long haired trickster indeed was interested with your plan to prank the newest avenger, even though he thought it was a bit cheesy you explained it as a “two pranks at the price of one!”.

Loki crossed his arms, his icy blue eyes darting from your friend to you “so what do you say god? Wanna help a friend in need?” You teased, placing your fingers on you cheeks he eventually gave in to your puppy dog eyes and quivering lip “fine” he grunt before a smirk appeared on his thin lips “so I creat an illusion to make your ankle look...?” His tone was questionable and Adam was quick to continue his words “just make it seemed really bad..but like not bone out of the leg bad!” He chuckled as you punched his stomach “and then I’ll go take stuff from the medical cabinet, you yell at me for bringing the wrong stuff and-“ “then yell at peter and drag him here! Adam would be standing behind the door with the whipped cream pie and throw it on him.” You continued eagerly a feeling of both excitement a maybe a touch of evilness developed in your heart. “Y/n phone would be recording the whole thing it’ll be awesome!” Adam cheered pointing to your phone leaning on your bedside table. “You know. I love those prank wars.” Loki smile “tell someone and I will send you both to knowhere” he said darkly before you all smiled.

Loki perfected the illusion, his blue eyes concentrating on making it seem bloody and reali, and while doing it felt like a gentle makeup brush was moving up and down your leg “you should ask Banner to take a look at it, it does seem a bit more than the usual bruising” Loki commented, his blue eyes looking into yours as you felt thick fluid go down your illusion made cut, you stared at the blood as Loki smiled proudly “see. No pain.” He assured you as you simply stared at the dark red blood slowly move down your leg “ok! Show time!” Adam clapped, the loud noise woke you from your trance and you smiled as he rubbed his hands together mentally preparing himself for the role of his life, he suddenly turned into you and said coldly “cry.” “I’m not going to cry.” “But you have to!” He whined “I’m gonna be in pain if I’ll cry, good, if I won’t still good.” You giggled as he rolled his eyes dramatically, “Loki. Count until 30 than take the elevator and yell at me! And feel free to threaten the victim” your friend smiled evilly, running his hands through his blond hair he shook all of his body before stomping outside. “You sure he’s the right guy?” Loki criticized as you began timing him “yes. And 30 seconds. You should go.” You smiled as he left, leaving you alone you got ready in your position.

A few moments before, a black jeep rolled into the compound grounds with three teenagers.

“Wow..” Ned whispered as Peter opened the front door, Peter smiled brightly, half jogging throughout the hallway, a few of his curls jumped to his movements “yeah I know! And wait until you see the lab they got here! And we have here a theater room and-��� “how come you live here Peter? You have a Stark internship, not the lottery.” Michelle interrupted, she may have sounded mean to others but the smile on her face indeed said otherwise. “Well..Stark said I’m a big help or something and now I live here!” Peter shrugged as he walked into the kitchen with the two “so, we’ll start working on our project soon but first, snacks.” The brown eyed boy smirked as he opened the large cabinet “whoa...that’s a lot of food!” Ned stated as he begun going through it all “don’t touch the cereal! Especially not the forth one..trust me on that” Peter neglected from explaining why as his two friends picked their favorite snacks and sat at the marble island.

Grabbing the needed snacks Ned and Michelle went upstairs, following Peter’s directions, sort of.

The two left the snacks next to the door Peter had told them was his and went on exploring by themselves.

Not even minutes later after they left, rushed in a new face, Peter only stared the blond guy went through the cabinets distressed “may..I..help you..?” Peter wondered, confusion written all over my face “not unless you know how to-“ The young men were both caught off guard when a low and graveled voice was to be heard from the hallway “ADAM! What the hell is taking you so long-“ Peter was like a deer caught in headlights, his lips parted staring at the show presented in front of him “what do you want from me I didn’t do it!” Adam lifted his hands defensively “Yeah ok!” “No I swear some new guy did it!” Suddenly the movement stopped and Loki turned to terrified Peter, Loki’s ocean eyes became stone cold, he clenched his jaw tightly “you..” he sneered grabbing peter by the shoulder “grab everything and go upstairs Adam.” Loki commanded as he tighten his grip over the young man shoulder “you think painful pranks are funny huh?” Peter looked to the sides, in utter shock not sure what do to when facing an actual god, and not only that, the word ‘painful?!’ Was like a scream within his mind echoing in his thoughts, “don’t worry kid, I am not going to hurt you.” He hissed, an evil, cold and terrifying smile creeped on his shadowed face as he grabbed Peter’s upper arm violently forcing the boy to drag his feet along side him.

“Hey man! L-let go of me!” Peter stuttered, trying to escape Loki’s strong grip, but giving in to the mention of your name.

“y/n?” Peter exclamation, his position was tense eyes moving quickly from the elevator to the blue eyed character beside him.

“yes you know another Stark?!” Loki groaned rolling his eyes in annoyance. Within minutes they both arrived at your door step “you know Peter, I get pranks. I am the god of mischief after all but for me, I try not to hurt specific people with them..” Loki stared, his eyes suddenly seemed serious and genuinely hurting, Peter’s lips parted and his heart was thumping in his chest loudly, worrisome his hand hovered over the metal door, shooting a fearful look towards Loki as he opened the door.

And there you were sitting on your bed tightening your bandages over your ankle, you held a little laugh back trying to stay professional knowing that he was inside and all was needed was a simple word from you. “y-y/n?” Peter asked timidly, he stood anxiously in the door frame his thoughts were running wild and all words of comfort had seemed to escape his mind, you looked up with puffy red eyes and a soft smile “it’s nothing..It’s just a scratch spider boy” you empathized the last words of the sentence and just like that, Adam’s hand appeared from behind the door and whipped cream went everywhere.

It seemed to you like it was in slow motion and Peter’s reaction was surprisingly different from what you expected.

His so called spidy sense kicked in and he managed to escape, Loki on the other hand did not have a sense of what is yet to come as the whipped cream was to hit his oblivious face.

A moment of horrifying silence roamed through, both terrifying and cringed looks were to be exchanged between the three of you before The sound of Adam began collecting his belongings quickly filled the room before Loki’s growl erupted the silence “Adam. You have 5 seconds head start to escape before I’ll destroy you.” Loki snarled, removing the sweet fluff from his eyes angrily, you simply waved with a pitying yet awkward look as he smiled nervously, an amused laugh escaping his trembling lips, a yelling “b—y-e!” was heard from the hallway yet his word being cut off at parts as he ran for his life.

After that Loki was to disappear, quite literally after 5 seconds, without another word. Quite was still occupy the room as the illusion of blood and dried tears was to leave your body.

Peter’s calm voice was to be break the silence between the two of you, he picked up a drip of whipped cream from your door with a tight smile “well..at least it’s good quality!” He shrugged and you couldn’t help but laugh genuinely “yeah well..” you smiled, quietly you stood up and tidied your outfit before limping your way to Peter “you know you can stop acting now” he shook his head, he wanted to be cold to you as he promised but he couldn’t right now, he felt the need to be true with you, and true with himself.

You rub the back of your neck with an awkward smile on your face “yeah...that is not much of acting now..” You giggled nervously staring at the curly headed boy when one of his eyebrow rose up worriedly, his eyes scanned yours for an answer and you gave him the the truth..well almost all of it. Blaming it on training only.

“I’d give you that. I did not see this prank ending up like this!” You admitted while the both of you walked towards the elevator “I didn’t even see it as prank at all so..!” He charmed, shrugging as a tight smile set in his lips, the san shown behind through the slightly tinted window making him look angelic to you, you felt your body temperature rise and was quickly to hid it away as he continued “yeah I mean I brought my friends and-“ as the elevator door opened your father and Peter’s friends at his side were to be seen, “hi dad!” You smiled “hello sweetheart” he smiled kindly before turning to peter with a questioning smile and clenched jaw “who’s are those children Parker?” He hoarse staring at Peter accusingly “Mr. Stark I can explain! We have a project from schoo-“ “I don’t care. Make sure to keep them away from my stuff” Tony said coldly, slightly pushing the two teenagers towards you and Peter “and especially this one.” He pointed at Ned accusingly “Keep him away from my designing room..he keeps saying annoying comments about my stuff!” Your dad mumbled as the elevator glass doors closed once again.

You sared at Peter for a second before taking a step closer towards the pair of friends, “hi! I’m y/n stark, you are obviously Peter’s friends..” you flashed a kind smile and a gentle wave “Ned! So your y/n Stark.! This is awesome do you have your own iron man suit? Or like because your a girl the name changes to like iron girl? Iron women? And like how long do you know the avengers? Do you have dinners together—?” The boy your father had pointed on just seconds earlier seemed quite nice, he wore white with some print over it, but you couldn’t quite see it for the dark red hoodie he wore over it. You nodded ever so slightly losing his track of words “I-..I’ll answer those later?” You giggled as Peter smacked his head, you turned to the female next to him, her hair was curly and in a low ponytail, strains of her hair dropping next to her right cheekbone, she had no makeup whatsoever but still look so beautiful, she wore an outfit you actually kind of liked, pair of black jeans some white shirt underneath and an olive green bomber jacket. You smiled softly “and you must be Liz!” You said, trying your hardest not to seem irritated by the fact she was here, something within you wished your friend had stayed longer just so you wouldn’t feel outcasted next to the other. “Liz-?!” She let out a sarcastic laugh to the name, she faked wiping a tear of laughter away and turned to you with a friendly face “No. no. I’m Michelle” she said nodding you, you felt a bit shocked but a smile of delight crossed your face “oh uh.. cool! By the way I love your outfit!” You said truthfully before turning to Peter “well..I won’t disturb you guys, you do..wait. What are you doing again?” You asked a nervous yet curious tone to your words.

“We have some school stuff to do” Peter shrugged with a tensed smile, a quiet “oh..” escaped your parted lips “well.. I already graduated so if you need help peter, you know where I am” You smiled shyly, a trace of turning to the others you waved at them saying it was nice meeting them and walked away, you didn’t see nor hear the teasing his friends gave him after you left and his ears turned a bright color of red.

“Banner??” Your voice echoed in the silent room, your feet made their way around on the cold floor, a sudden noise brought your attention and your heart rattled as you turned to see Sam standing in the entrance, he leaned against the door frame a soft smile on his lips, you placed your hand on your chest shaking your head with a small huff, you noticed his staring at your injured leg and you were quick to hide it behind your left one.

“May I help you Birdie?” You chuckled and walked towards you “been looking for you Stark, was wondering..” he began a suspicious eyebrows shadowing his dark brown eyes “did you take my snacks?”, he accused but you stared confused, then remembered Peter’s friends, you shrugged and said no shortly, you nudge his arm with a smile “go ask Buck..or Steve” you suggested before leaving to the bright hallway, a soft chuckle escaped your lips ‘better go save the spiderling before he’s gonna have a front with pidgin’ you thought and shook your head, a small and satisfied smile creeping up to your pink lips for now you had an excuse to see the dreamy boy.

You stood at the foot of the door and leaned in, you could hear some music being played along side with giggles and some muffled voices, you breathed deeply and took all the courage your father was ever so kind to pass it to you and stormed in “Parker!” You surprised the boy so much that he fell out of his spinning red chair, you stood still a bit shock as the boy mumbled a few curse words under his breath, and stared at the ruffled boy a teasing grin opposed his frustration. You scanned his room, sure you’ve seen this room a few times but no it was a bit different. The room was significantly smaller than yours, but still spacious and open, the walls were still bright white with a tint of mint in them, a medium sized window was at the left side of the room, he had a queen sized bed with a fluffed out comforter, he had everything simplified with just a few touches of modern Stark tech, he had a few posters hanging on the wall and the missing Snacks sitting on the table next to Peter. On the white carpeted floor sat Michelle who seemed to like you since she even knew you, to be exact, she began liking you from the moment she saw Peter’s blue teeth. And on the bed sat Ned, well now he stood and approached his dumbfounded friend.

“W-what is it y/n?” His voice was rough, his voice signaled thay he was mad but his hidden smile said otherwise. You smiled innocently “well..no need to be angry I just came here to warn ya” you shrugged and entered the room fully closing the door with a click “F.R.I.D.A.Y” you called and the three of them seemed to look around when the disembodied voice answered, you could even hear the three of them mumbling “cool” all together.

“could you please tell me where Sam Wilson is?” You asked politely and strode around the room eyes locked on the Star War poster “he is currently with Mr. Barnes and Mr. Rogers miss” you nodded your head and turned to Peter with a grin “my advice to you trainee,” you came closer to him confidently, well you seemed confident and that’s good enough. “Hide the stuff you took before Sam finds ya” You smiled devilish eyeing the pile of Candy, they all darted their eyes from you and Peter to the quite large pile sitting on the desk “where is Mr Wilson right now?” You asked again politely eyeing Peter “he is currently in the elevator and he seems upset, should I call your father—?” “No! No. Don’t call my dad it’s fine.” You cut quickly, you felt yourself heating up in embarrassment and just Grabbed a few of the candy and stuffed them underneath the pillows “what’s going on?“ Michelle asked slowly rising from her spot “Smurf boy is in trouble, again. And I’m helping.” You reply with a teasing smile fronting the red cheeked boy “don’t call me that it’s wasn’t my fault it was morn-” you giggled as he eyed you, he was trying his best to seem irritated for the sake of the act but couldn’t feel flattered that your tried to ‘’save’’ him.

“just help me to hide this or you’ll suffer a whole lot and this time it would not be from me” smirking you turned on your heels and continued to stuff the different sweets underneath the covers and even in Ned’s bag. From the corner of your eye you could see him do the same as his friends simply looked lazily at the two of you.

“Hey Parker!” Sam entered the room dramatically, by some kind of miracle the two of you were just done and scattered to sit around the room, Ned and Michelle hadn’t moved much and just hurried to return to their previous places. Peter had returned to his seat, sitting backwards leaning on the back of the red chair, his chin was resting over his crossed arms leaning forward into the conversation that had been rudely stopped. “Yeah?” The curly headed boy turned his head slightly and now was leaning his cheek over his tensed arms “you took my snacks Queens?!” Sam accused, Peter eyes widened and he turned to you, you crossed your legs on the bed in an attempt to hide the pile of Candy underneath the covers beneath you, “...no?” He hesitated and darted back at you “No Sam. He didn’t.” You rolled your eyes, scarily reminding your dad. “Stop protecting the boy cause you think he’s cute Stark! He know what he did—“ “I-I don’t like him! First of all.” You cut him off, your voice strummer as you spoke, a fleshing color of red rose up to your cheeks as you continued “and second of all, though you may have been sleep eating? Hm!?” You stared at him, a judging expression written on your face, he scoffed at your response and left muttered quietly something like “those damn kids..”

Leaving the room door open you signaled Ned to close it and so he did, not breaking eye contact with you “you do that a lot?” Michelle asked nonchalantly, you turned your face to her, an impressed smile cracking her bored expression. “Yeah when you think of it” You giggled and undid your legs ready to leave them alone “well..” you said slowly rising from the comfortable bed, “I shall leave you to do your..school work” you said in disparagement a bit of disappointment in your voice but you hid it with a slight smirk crossing towards the door “ask her-!” Ned whispered loudly pushing Peter in your direction, making him trip a bit farther. You turned to look at him a cheeky yet embarrassed look written on his face as he ran his hand through his brown hair, “ask me what Parker?” You teased and crossed your arms, leaning on one leg as he placed his hands in his pockets, he rolled his eyes rudely before he grunted under his breath “could you like to help us a bit?” You felt your heart beats fasting their pace but kept yourself, and even though your eyes were warm and happiness spread through your body, you were met with Peter’s stone cold ones. He actually did want you to stay, but as he watched you smile, taunting Sam, your soft giggle echoed in his head he remembered his promise ‘be cold so she would stay safe..’ he thoughts trolled, he sight as he saw the slight hurt in your eyes when he acted coldly, but he had to keep his act up, because...what else could he do to protect you?

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[yuzusorbet]

My 1st skating competition, Four Continents Championships 2017, Gangneung Ice Arena, South Korea  (a personal account of my experience) (only for fans of Yuzuru Hanyu)

Valentine’s Day 2014, I who did not care or know about figure skating read a mention of a certain Hanyu Yuzuru by chance.  Exactly 3 years later, I was at my first figure skating competition in a foreign country to watch him skate and to cheer for him.  Life is like a box of Ghana chocolates. :) 

14 Feb 2017, Day 1 practice.  I arrived at the ice arena brimming with excitement.  Everyone was directed to sit in the section behind the judges’ tables and it was free seating.  Pair skaters were at the end of their practice when I entered (men’s practice was next) and the front middle seats were already all occupied.  I quickly sat in the 2nd row further to the right side.  Wow I was finally in a real ice arena!!!  And site of the next Olympics!!!  I took my iPhone out to snap some photos.  I could see that all the people there were Yuzu-fans.  There were people wearing Pooh-ears and all the cameras came out to get ready when it was time for Yuzu’s group to practise.  He came in from the opposite side of the rink with Pooh, Brian and Kikuchi-san, and the air was suddenly electrified.  Practice started and he skated around.  I have seen him skate live at ice shows before but I was not sitting this close.  Here I was in the 2nd row!  When he skated past, my brain could not comprehend the fact that he was really there, so near me.  While my brain malfunctioned a bit, my eyes just followed him wherever he went.  I remember thinking, “Oh his hair is so long!” Yes, I think this hair length is the longest one I have ever seen and I love it.  I snapped some photos, took some videos, but most of all, I just watched. How fast and smooth and light and graceful he is!  What a gorgeous face he has, same as in the photos but more beautiful (sorry if I don’t make sense!).  His hair was so long and floppy.  Clad in his usual black training attire, he looked so lean and strong, and when he jumped near me, I almost died.... his jumps were so big and beautiful.  My eyes just marvelled at the sight of this demi-god before me and I had absolutely no idea what was happening in the mortal world.....  

After the practice session for his group ended, I was still sitting there for a long time because I was so happy that I couldn’t move.  

15 Feb, Day 2 practice.  This time, we were told by the arena staff to sit in the section opposite the judges’ tables.  And I had a seat in the 1st row!  I was so excited when he came in, I think I forgot to breathe.

After each jump, he came back to this side to talk to Brian.  His face was so expressive and he laughed easily.  Sitting so near watching him talk and laugh with Brian, and then watching him glide gracefully across the ice, making beautiful jumps effortlessly, it was all so unreal.  I just watched in awe and rapture, not wanting to miss a single thing, not wanting to forget a single image, not wanting the session to end....  

And I realised I really needed 3 pairs of arms and hands -- one pair to hold up my Yuzu-sign, one pair to hold my camera and one pair to clap.  And 2 pairs of eyes -- one pair to fully appreciate every moment and one pair for taking photos and videos.  Sigh, what a pity I only have one pair of each.  

[For some of my videos, please check my previous posts.]

16 Feb, nothing for men skaters at the main rink, so it was a day to rest and recharge and get ready to cheer for Yuzu’s short programme the next day.  I ate ‘soondubu’ that Yuzu said he wanted to try.  It was delicious!  (Gangneung is famous for this tofu/beancurd dish.)

17 Feb, competition day!   I was at the arena the whole day because men’s practice was in the morning, followed by ice dance competition in the afternoon, and then men’s short programme competition in the evening.  The place looked very different from the 1st two days. There were food stalls and sitting areas set up;  there was a flower counter for fans to buy bouquets to throw onto the ice for their favourite skaters;  and a counter where we could pick up flags to support the skaters. (I was pleasantly surprised to find that the flags were free-of-charge.) I picked up a huge flag of the rising sun, the Japanese flag, of course.  And I bought the competition book (glad I remembered because it was sold out on later days).

The flowers cost between 15 000 to 30 000 won.  There were long queues there when men’s competition time drew near.  Many people had Pooh bear in their arms or bags. ^^

Short programme.  I realised it’s more nerve-wracking at home watching on live stream and waiting for Yuzu’s turn.  When I was actually there waiting, I was rather calm.  I saw how good his practices were and that helped me not to freak out.  I tried to appreciate and enjoy the other skaters’ performances as I normally do not watch any skater other than Yuzu.  Soon, it was time for ‘Let’s Go Crazy’..... it’s crazy but I can’t remember much of it now;  I think I was too stunned.  When it ended, I stood up and clapped really really hard, and then I grabbed my present and hurried down the stairs to throw it onto the ice.  It was really funny watching the shower of gifts and some were bouncing off people around the rink below, haha!   Not intentional for sure;  it was hard to throw so far.  (Mine just made it nicely into the rink.)  (See HERE for my post about the flower girls and the big pile of presents they collected.)

Yuzu did not do as well as he wanted to for his SP.  I felt sad for him but there was still the FP;  I was sure he would fight back.  And no matter what happens, I will be cheering for him.       

18 Feb, I had fun with some wonderful Yuzu-fans from Taiwan and ate ‘soondubu’ again!  See my post here.

19 Feb, free skate day!  It was another full day at the rink -- men’s practice in the morning, competition in the afternoon and gala exhibition in the evening. What a tiring day for the men!   

This would be my last day at the ice arena.  I walked around slowly to take more photos and savour all the sights.  How I wish I can be here again to support Yuzu in the Olympics next year! 

I love all the Yuzu-banners and I took photos of most of them.

Soon it was time for ‘Hope & Legacy’.  I really LOVE this programme and music, and I was so excited that finally, I was going to watch Yuzu perform this in front of my very eyes.  I prayed for Yuzu with my heart pounding hard and then Hope & Legacy started.......

.......it was the most beautiful performance I have ever seen.   When it ended, I had tears in my eyes and I screamed and cheered and clapped so hard that my hands were sore.  Later when I read the news, I was even more amazed that he was thinking and making emergency changes to his jumps while performing.... how incredible!!!  How did he perform so beautifully while making all those plans in his head???  (please excuse my unskilled eyes and non-technical brain.... I was completely mesmerised by the beauty of his performance.  That alone was enough to overwhelm me.)   

Of course, there was a big shower of Pooh bears and flowers, and a lot fell outside the ice, so it was not just the flower girls doing the pick-up, the staff standing around the rink side helped to quickly gather those that fell along the sides and put them into huge bags straightaway!  It was quite funny to watch!

I was so happy to see that Yuzu was very happy with his free programme. When the score of 206.67 for FP appeared, with a total 303.71, there was a huge roar of delight and everyone was clapping and cheering..... it was a really great moment!  [no-commentary video]  [good fancam]  

The victory ceremony was immediately after the free skating event.  I cheered and clapped loudly for Yuzu.  He was 1st in FP and 2nd overall.  Of course, I wanted him to get the gold medal, but whatever it is, he will always have my support.  And that incredibly beautiful and awesome Hope & Legacy will be remembered forever.  (This season’s highest scores for men’s SP and FP are both his, SP score of 106.53 at GPF and FP score of 206.67 at 4CC.  One more competition to go for this season, World Championships at the end of March.)  

After the victory ceremony, the arena staff directed everyone to go out of the arena as they had to prepare for the gala exhibition which was going to start in about 2 hours.  I met up with 2 more fans from YHIFG, Betsy from the Philippines and Thiri from Myanmar.  When I introduced myself, the two of them screamed and jumped about excitedly!  haha.... they are really fun people and we talked non-stop about Yuzu.  Just outside the arena, we saw a group of fans gathering with their Yuzu-banners to take photos.  We joined in and I snapped a pic.  I love their banners!

Then the 3 of us walked to the huge tentage area nearby to have dinner.  There were stalls with Korean food, free sampling of traditional food items and Korean cultural activities.   It was very interesting!  

I happened to sit next to a Japanese Yuzu-fan while I ate some food.  We chatted in Japanese and she gave me a matcha KitKat.  Everyone is so nice!  (My hotel was also filled with lovely Japanese fans who were all there to support Yuzu.)  On the way back to the ice arena, there was a traditional Korean dance/procession going on but there was no time to stop and watch. Need to get ready to watch the gala! 

Gala exhibition:  

I took a programme sheet before entering the venue;  Yuzu was performing in the 2nd half.  There was no programme name listed but of course I knew I would be watching ‘Notte Stellata- The Swan’.  I was already so in love with Yuzu’s performance of this programme, watching it countless times on my laptop.  So I was looking forward to it with great anticipation.   

Just before his turn, he appeared at the rink side near where I was sitting and did some warm-up stretches so gracefully.  Then he stepped out onto the ice and the spotlight shone on him.  Wow.... his costume sparkled and he was dazzling like a handsome swan prince...... Then the music started.....

Notte Stellata was simply magical.... spellbinding..... I was in a beautiful, enchanted dream that I did not want to wake up from.....

The 4 photos above are taken by 邱小貞‎ and Sedecca Sun.  Coincidentally, I was sitting near them in the gala.  Yuzu was skating near us during that movement in the last photo and I could see his face very clearly;  he looked so pensive and so beautiful.... I will never forget those breathtaking moments.      

He came out again during the finale.  It was really nice to see him enjoying himself. Many of the skaters gave him a hug, like Chock and Bates and Sui and Han. Many of the Korean flower girls and young girl skaters wanted to be near him or hold his hand or shake hands with him... [fancam 1] [fancam 2].   One group of them followed him when they skated around the rink to wave to the fans.  It was very obvious that he is Mr Popularity. :)   

There was no quad battle this time.  It was a very full and long day for the men skaters.  I was glad they didn’t have it.   After the customary group photo taken by Alex Shibutani, the finale came to an end.  I felt sad but also happy that my trip was filled with so many great moments and memories.     

It was a beautiful sight when I looked back at Gangneung Ice Arena, lit up against the dark night.  And I felt very thankful, to Yuzu and to everyone that I met on this trip.  God bless Yuzu and all his loved ones, and all those who love him with simple and sincere hearts.

Credits: all photos are mine except for the ‘Notte Stellata’ photos, 3 belong to 邱小貞‎ and 1 to Sedecca Sun.  Videos belong to the respective fans/uploaders. Much thanks, everyone!

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