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yeeterthek33per · 9 months

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Puddin' and Pie (Caitlin Foord x Reader)

A/n requested, hope y'all enjoy 😊

Training was running as usual. Well, at least from your perspective anyway. The team had completed their drills and were in their final stage scrimmages.

It was you, your sister Mackenzie, Steph, Sam, Charlie, Katrina, and Viney vs. Caitlin, Alanna, Lydia, Clare Hunt, Kyra, Alex, and Emily.

Your team is winning 4-1 in a 5 goal target. it was a best of 3 matches, with your team leading by 1 game.

Sam had already headed in two of your mini crosses, with Viney and you scoring one goal each.

Unfortunately, that meant the other team was out for blood, particularly the ever competitive Caitlin Foord and Alanna Kennedy.

You loved playing against them. They were both incredibly physical and honestly went a little rougher on you, being a part of their friend group.

It made it that much better when you scored on them.

Resetting for a throw-in, Katrina tosses you the ball and Caitlin suddenly steals it out from under you, nearly clipping you along the way.

You chase her down quickly, hand gripping her shirt just enough to pivot around her and take a swipe at the ball. You aren't quick enough, and Caitlin switches over to her other boot but ends up tangled with you, and you both hit the ground.

You raise a brow at the striker, a cheeky smirk making its way onto your lips when she shoves you off and pushes herself up again.

"We've gotta stop meeting like this, geez, people are gonna think you like me or something."

It's a joking jab at the striker, and she rolls her eyes and pulls you up. "Idiot." You brush against her as you walk past to reset the play, and it leaves goosebumps on her arm.

What you don't see is the look Mackenzie shares with Alanna. The I-told-you-so is very prominent in the opposing centre-back's eyes.

With that, Caitlin chips the ball to Alex and she takes off with it only to meet your sisters gloves again, and she backs up with a groan.

Mackenzie sends the ball back in to you and when Caitlin tries to fake you out and take the ball, you slip the ball between her legs and take off with it instead, sending a beautiful cross right to Sam's leaping header, beating out Lydia and a goal-line effort from Clare.

As you and Sam chest bump with a small cheer, the other team groans, and Lans hits the ground with a dramatic sigh of defeat.

A clap from Tony off to the side calls for the end of the scrimmages.

"Well done, you lot, excellent footwork from both teams. Defending is excellent as usual and Y/n, beautiful crosses to connect with Sam. Caitlin, good runs, Macca, excellent work." He signals you all free to go back to the change rooms, and the lot of you make your way back off the pitch.

Mackenzie slips up beside you, arm around your shoulders as you walk and you give her shove with a disgusted look on your face.

"Ew, don't touch me with those sweaty hands, missy."

She simply laughs at you, and you give her one more shove before jogging over to get a drink and head inside.

The lockerroom is chattery with the crowd of exhausted but lively women, and you find yourself smacking a few butts to encourage people to move so you can get to your locker.

Yours is between Steph and Caitlin's lockers, and as you approach, you find both sitting there, on their phones, though Caitlin looks up at your presence.

You give her a small smile, and she gives you a cheeky wink.

You grab your stuff and head for the showers.

After showers, you head back to your locker, grab your stuff and head back to the bus following behind Alanna, and tuck yourself in beside the defender, your sister already having taken your usual spot next to Caitlin.

She pokes her tongue out at you when you spot them and roll your eyes at her antics. Caitlin just chuckles and eyes you up subtly as you take a seat. Mackenzie nudges her a little.

She turns back to the keeper, having not realised she'd zoned out watching you, not unbeknownst to the person beside her.

"You listening, Foordy?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm listenin'."

"Sure Foordy, anyways, we're looking at.."

Caitlin let's Mackenzie continue talking about this one tiktok she saw when someone walked past them and had seen some really weird-ass thing.

To her credit, she does try to sit and listen to her best friend, but ends up failing while she watches you animatedly chat with Lans.

Her eyes fall to the hair curling lightly at the back of your neck from the small amounts of humidity, just the tips of the long undercut you had.

They move over your face, your eyes shining every two seconds in the light when you turn in her direction to point something out as the bus drives past it.

The way your eyes crinkle with laughter at something Alanna says, the way your lips are curled up into a wide smile when you joke about not touching men with a 10-foot pole in the previous 6 years.

"Oi, Cait!"

There's a snapping in front of her face, and Caitlin jumps slightly.

"What is goin' on with you today? You're not listening again, jeez, and I thought my hearing was shit."

Caitlin's face goes red at that, and she pokes at the brunette.

"Sorry, I know, I'm sorry, just zoned out more than usual today, that's all."

"You and your bloody zone. You can't get out of it."

Caitlin laughs at that, "Yeah, whatever, I know, I'm sorry, jeez, continue."

The bus ride back is pretty smooth after that.

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The moment you're tucked into bed for an early night in your hotel room, there's a soft knock at the door, and you groan out.

You get up and check the peephole, and when you realise it's Caitlin, you let her in.

"Hi."

You grin.

"Hi."

She grins back

Her hands quickly pull you to her, pressing against you, a small giggle escaping your lips.

Your hands hold the back of her neck and shoulder as she kisses you. Her lips move slowly against yours, taking your bottom lip and tugging gently at it.

You let out a soft sigh as she squeezes your hips, and you push her gently to sit on the bed, straddling her.

You pull away for air and lean your forehead against hers with a small hum.

"You know you're gonna get us caught one day? You keep showing up at my door like that. My own sister doesn't visit this much." You say with a raised brow jokingly.

Caitlin just chuckles and moves you both, so she's lying down on the bed with you on top. You quickly find her mouth again, her tongue lazily dragging across your bottom lip.

You shiver as her hands slip up under your shirt.

But then there's another knock at the door and you jump up from her lap. You yell out.

"Who is it?"

"Who the fuck you think? Open up bitch."

You roll your eyes and gesture for Caitlin to do something other than stare at your ass while you open the door. She gives you a you-were-saying look and pulls out her phone.

You pull open the door for your sister and Alanna to walk in.

"You kiss mum with that potty mouth?"

"You kiss Nan with yours? Bitch, yours is so much worse than mine."

You poke your tongue out at her and smack at her.

"Bite me."

"Nah, I'll let Caitlin do that."

Your face goes red as both her head and yours whip up to face your sister, caught off guard.

"What are you on about?"

Alanna smacks Mackenzie, rolling her eyes.

"You were supposed to be subtle about it Macca, fucking useless."

She turns to you both, a gentler look crossing her face.

"Look, we know you two like each other, so I think it's best for everyone involved if you just went out already."

Caitlin is the first one to speak up.

"First of all, Lans, I'm 28, not 13, we don't just 'go out', second of all, what makes you think that's even remotely true?"

"Well, aside from the fact that you waited 'til your second point to ask me that, and also because you guys are constantly giving each other eyes, it's kind of gross and sad."

You roll your eyes at her and point at Mackenzie.

"I assume you think so, too? What's your take? Since you know, we're all barging into my room to question my love life and all."

"Look. I'm just saying, all evidence points to unrequited 'fuck me' eyes and both of you are being weird so just like, fucking ask her out already, plus Y/n, I know you were basically in love with her back in 2016."

You and Caitlin are silent for a minute. Should you tell them? Of course, you could always fuck with them first.

Caitlin seems to get the same twinkle in her eye.

They both have smug looks on their faces. It's almost too easy, really.

"Dude, what the fuck is wrong you both? Honestly, you need to fucking stay out of my love life, I don't like her like that, and never fucking will."

You pretend to get a hurt look in your eyes as Caitlin storms out. You use all of your pent-up childhood abilities and force tears as she leaves.

"You fucking idiots! Why would you do that?"

Mackenzie has the decency to look guilty, a look of surprise crossing her face. Had she been wrong? Caitlin had practically been fucking you with her eyes on the bus, and during training, and during like every day previously, though.

Alanna had a confused look on her face. She could have sworn it was the two of you she'd spotted out together at that bakery, sharing a small pie. Maybe it wasn't?

"Dude, look, I'm sorry, I thought-"

You interrupt her, pretend anger shining through.

"Look, Mac, I'm so fucking pissed with you, both of you, legit, just fucking get out, stay out of my love life and don't fucking talk to me."

You kick them both out, slamming the door.

They both sigh, before walking down the corridoor, exchanging guilty looks and swearing they'd have to apologise to you both later, not knowing how they'd fix this fuck up.

However, they both perk up suddenly, hearing a pair of footsteps jogging behind them. They turn to see you and Caitlin giving them the finger, Caitlins hand resting on your ass as you kiss her cheek.

"Wait a fucking minute!"

You both laugh as you dive into the room, slamming the door shut and locking it behind you before either of the sprinting pair can burst in on you.

"You fucking cheeky shits, open this door right now! You pair were already dating, weren't you? Shoulda fucken known."

You cackle on the bed as Mackenzie starts banging on your door, and Caitlin is on the ground laughing. Alanna just stands there with her hands on her hips next to the door.

Disbelief but also amusement crossing her features.

"Alright, Macca, C'mon, leave 'em be, you can grill them later."

Mackenzie pouts at the defender.

"But-"

Alanna immediately silences her.

"No buts, come on!"

She sulkily follows the girl back to her room.

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"God, I fucking love you, you're amazing."

You grin ear to ear at that. "Helps when we share the same thoughts, doesn't it?"

Caitlin is quick to jump you again, and you let out a hearty laugh when she's back on top of you immediately.

"Something like that, now shush and kiss me."

You don't need to be told twice.

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"So like, obviously, they're already together, but where does the timeline start?"

Alanna is standing next to her wall of pictures, pointing at each one and dictating the time and date they were taken, like a conspiracy theorist.

Each one contains varying messages on instagram posts and pictures taken of you and Caitlin.

Mackenzie sits quizzingly on the bed, chin in her hand as she looks over the wall, listening to Alanna.

"Honestly, i think it started way before where you've got."

"But how? I've got literally every possible timeline mapped out."

"Remember that day back in 2021 in Tokyo? In the hotel, we left them alone for about two hours to go get breakfast, and we came back, and they were acting really weird, like weirder than usual. And then the next day, Y/n had a hickey just under her collar at breakfast?"

Alanna's mouth drops open.

"Oh my god. It all makes sense now."

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Should I make a prequel/flashback? 🤔

Idk. y'all decide 😊😉

#caitlin foord x reader #caitlin foord imagines #caitlin foord imagine #woso #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader

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entertainmentgirl80 · 1 year

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Texas Roadhouse (Jake "Hangman" Seresin X Koko) 👩🏾👨🇨🇱🤟🏽👢🤠🐴

Jake Seresin X Koko (Black Curvy/Plus-Size Reader)

Warning: Fluff and probably some little angst

On a summer day, y'all flew to Jake's hometown to see his mom for the first time while you in Austin, Texas so while y'all there, Jake took y'all to side seeing around the town especially the horses, the festivals, etc.

"Wow, so this is Texas. No wonder why you always represent your hometown, I'm ain't mad at ya." You chuckled

"Yup, this is my safe haven. Besides what you think, I'm listening to country music and having this accent?" He smirked to you.

"I'm can see that." You smirk back to him

"Hey, Mama?" The child said to you

"Yes baby?"

"This is daddy's hometown?" The child asked you

"Yes honey, this is Daddy's hometown."

"Mama, look! A horsey!" The child said to you while she pointed and saw the animal.

"See, I'm told you the kids are gonna enjoy it so far." Jake grins.

You just happy to be with your little family while your husband is on the vacation to visiting his mom in Texas, but you know that you looking forward to meet your mother-in-law, especially bringing your kids to see their grandma for the first time in person.......

The following day, y'all at the hotel, both of y'all gotten up, you already washed up the night before so while Jake in the bathroom showering, you getting the kids up, making sure they ate some breakfast, brushing their teeth, and getting dressed up. So afterwards your husband got out the bathroom from showering and you smell the vanilla & lavender body wash that he has on and also you couldn't help that he looks handsome without clothes on especially he have a towel wrap around his wrist like that, but you have to get your dirty thoughts out of your mind for right now because we are wasting time a little bit, and we have to get going so after we already got dressed and we are heading out to his mom's house.

So after hours & hours on the road, we arrived at the place, Jake parked the driveway, killed the engine and we got out of the car and rings the doorbell and we saw his mom and her outfit it's scream southern bell because of how they dressed especially cause of they raised in a old money Texan way versus me as a Georgian woman like myself I'm more into black culture way because of where I from so he understand knows where I'm come from after we first met before we starting dating.

"My baby Jacob, how are you?" His mom hugs Jake

"Hey mama, how are ya?" He hugged her back after he greeted her.

So after she greeted Jake, she saw me and the kids, she stepped closer towards her, immediately she hugged her & the children.....

"Hello Koko, it's so nice finally to meet you, and you are really beautiful as well." She smiles at you while greeting.

"It's nice to meet you too, Mrs. Seresin. " You greeted her back.

"Please call me Shelley or Ms. Shelley, whatever you like to call me, though, and this must be my lovely grandkids as well."

It's didn't hit you the fact that those kids are yours & Jake's because the children is more resemble like their father because of their green but hazel eyes but hey you can't help that it's those Seresin genes though but anyway your little girl is not the shy type, sure she has it but she more adventurous like her father and your son is so handsome, he probably gonna have the charm effect from his father and you know when he gets little older those girls probably gonna call up the house and asking him if he a available.....

"So this is my grandchildren, huh? Y'all are so adorable, and how are you loves?" Ms. Shelley compliments the kids.

"Hi grandma, I'm good, and I am glad to see you in person." Jade said hello and introduced herself to her.

"Hi Jade, I'm glad to see you in person as well and you just a cute pie."

"Thank you" she smiles at her grandmother

"And who this handsome prince also as well?" Ms. Seresin asking you.

"This is James Jacob, the middle name, that I'm named him after his father." You tell her about the name.

"So I see and the name is perfect for him but hey come on in, make yourself at home, I'm make some fresh made of cookies."

"Well thank you Ms. Shelley, come on Jade."

"Okay mama" she follows you in the house

"So how long yall gonna be here in Austin though?" She asked y'all.

"Oh we gonna stay here about 3 more days and then we head out back to California." Jake have James on his hip.

"Ohh okay, well it's so good to see you my Jacob."

"You too ma, but anyway where grandma at?"

"She outside on the patio." She told where she at."

"Okay but hey sweetheart I'm gonna see my grandmother alright?"

"Yeah sure, no problem go head" you tell to go head since you have the kids.

"So Koko, how you and Jacob met if you don't mind asking?" She brought out the cookies & tea

"Well I'm met him in a navy bar back in San Diego, California." You told Ms. Seresin how you & Jake met.

"Oh okay, so where you from though love?"

"I'm from Atlanta, Georgia"

"Ohh a big city."

"Yup, I'm from the south and I'm a proud Georgian." You told her that you proud of what city where you from though.

"That understandable darlin', so what you do though?" She asking you

"I'm a stay-at-home mom."

"Okay but look I'm have to tell you something and it's nothing personal, listen what your tensions with my son?" She ask for curiously.

"I'm love your son, more than ever, I'm not expecting anything from him all I want is understanding, morals, respect, and openly minded, that what I want, I'm don't care about the money, that not who I am all that I'm want it to want someone to loves me and let me be myself, that'll all I'm ever wanted." You poured your heart to Mrs. Seresin

"Wow love, I'm never expected that from you to pour your heart out like that." She was surprised

"Sorry I'm just, I in love with Jake and I'm never felt this way before in my life especially how he treated me as a woman."

"Well I'm glad he treated you well and y'all treating each other well too." She understood you.

"Mama!! We saw more horses too, can I'm ride one of them please?" Jade asked you

"Tell your father if it's okay for you."

"Okay mama." Jade running towards back to her father.

"I'm sorry, she like animals so much." You smiled

"That okay honey, kids being kids, but look I'm let you go back to Jacob and it's was a nice conversation with you Koko." She hugged you

"Okay and you too Ms. Shelley." You hugged her back.

And so you went outside with James on your hip and Jake saw you standing there while holding y'all son, and he got him so you can keep a eye on Jade.....

"Hey"

"Hey Babe, how you like it so far?" He asked about the vacation.

"It's perfect, I'm wouldn't be anywhere but you, there no place I rather be here." You kiss him on the lips with a passionate.

"I'm wouldn't trade anything else in the world because of you, I'm really happy that I'm glad we found each other." He kissing you more.

A/N: This is a another long one-shot story and also this is a alternate universe if Koko married to Jake and have children with him.

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giggly-squiggily · 3 months

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A Mouse, A Mirror, and A Muted Bat (Black Clover)

Hjeajehjrahrh Hi Hello how are y'all today! I was yelling about these three with a friend (you know who you are) and through are antics this fic was born! I adore Gauche, Gray and Gordon! They're such great friends and a team of misfits (affectionate) that just- UGH THEY'RE GREAT!

I hope you like it! A huge thank you to you friend for the inspiration and motivation to make this little ol' fic!

CW: Swearing

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@duckymcdoorknob @rachi-roo @imjusthere07

Summary: Gauche is paired up with Gordon and Gray. Antics ensue.

Gauche was at his limit.

“E-EEEK! Gordon, what is t-that!” Gray squealed in her hands, petrified by the ominous book the poison mage held. Whatever he was trying to say was far too quiet already, but her squeals of terror didn’t help one bit.

All he wanted was to gaze upon his beautiful Marie, and yet these two just won’t stop-

The book opened, revealing…a recipe for sweet potato pie. Gray reeled back in terror, a horrifying shriek escaping her lips before she stared. “Oh..pie.”

“THAT'S IT!” Gauche stood up so sharply the seat he was in went flying. Gray flinched with a squeak, hiding in her hands as Gordon jumped, eyes wide. “You two are gonna drive me mad!”

Gordon mumbled something that somewhat resembled “sorry” as Gray panicked, rapidly breathing out apologies after apologies that grew more frequent by the minute. Gauche rubbed his temples, his head starting to pound.

“Gray- Gray!” He called out to her, softening his tone with some effort when her voice got higher. “Good grief…” He walked over, coming to stand behind her chair. “Gray.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so-Ehehehehehe!” Her squeals of remorse turned into giggles when his fingers grabbed her ribs. “Ehhehehahahhaha, Gahahahahuche!”

“You don’t need to apologize so much- haven’t we talked about this before?” Despite his grouchy tone, something easy was in his expression- a tired but warm gaze. “I told you once and I’ll tell you again- if you keep freaking out I’m gonna tickle you until you stop. Got it?”

“Aheahhahaha! Ihiihih’m shahahhaharry- EhEHEHEHEK!” Her squeals got an entire octave higher when he pressed into the sides of her stomach, making her fall back against his chest. “Oohohohohoaky Oohohohohokay!”

“Good.” Satisfied for now, he released the shapeshifter, turning his attention to the mumbling mage. “Gordon.”

Said mage, who had been watching them with a fond smile, shot up at the sound of his name, blinking owlishly at Gauche. It took exactly five seconds for him to realize what was about to happen.

Too bad for him, that was more than Gauche needed.

“Hm-hmmhmhmhmhmhmhmhmhmhm!” The soft near silent wheezes were just audible to Gauche’s ears as he grabbed his friend’s waist, kneading in such a way he knew it would tickle. “Hmmmmhhmhmhmhmhmmhmhmhmm!”

“I told YOU to start speaking up. How is anyone supposed to hear you if you’re mumbling like that?” He moved to his lower ribs, earning the tiniest bit of volume from the other. “You’ve got a voice box for a reason. Use your words!”

“Hmhmmhmhmhmhmhmhmhmm! Hmhmhmhehhehehehe!”

“There, see?” Gauche pulled his hands back when Gordon was giggling softly, once again satisfied by the result. “A voice! I knew you had one.” Nodding at his work, he returned to his original seat, immediately finding his sister’s photo. “Pull it together- you’re ruining my Marie time.”

Gray was panting slightly, her arms still around her torso as Gordon pulled his hat back in place. They locked eyes across the table before looking at Gauche.

Gordon raised a brow. Gray smiled with a nod.

And Gauche- he didn’t see it coming until it was too late.

“GAH!” He yelped when he was suddenly ambushed, his chair falling back once more only with him in it. “Gray! Gordon! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Eeee, Sorry Gauche!” Gray squeaked before throwing herself onto him, her fingers quick to grab his sides and press in. “We need to!”

Gordon mumbled something above his head- whatever it was Gauche couldn’t make it out. What he could make out were the poison mage’s fingers in his pits, drilling with deadly precision.

“AH! Aheahhahaha! Nohohohoho! Nohohohoohoho, wahhahait! Whahahahait, you soohohohn of a bihiihihihitch!” The mirror mage all but barked at the duel attack, body nearly arching off the floor as Gordon and Gray tickled him relentlessly. Usually he could fake it, or at the very least block out the feeling.

Alas, he’d spent far too much time around these two. They know all his spots.

Damn.

“W-Wow! He’s so giggly!” Gray smiled shyly against Gauche’s chest as she found Gordon’s eyes. “He’s really ticklish there!”

“Hm.” Gordon nodded. An idea crossed his expression as he leaned down close to Gauche’s ear.

“Tickletickletickletickletickletickletickle~” Mumbling made it sound almost satanic, but to Gauche, it was literal TORTURE.

“AH! SHIHIHIHHHIHIHIHI-” The mirror mage tried to punch him, but fingers squeezing his hips made his hands shoot back down to his sides. “STAHHHAP STHAHAHAP NOHOHOHO MHOOHOHOHOHORE!”

Everything came to a halt. Gray rolled off his chest with a small squeak as Gordon released him. Gauche laid there for a moment, a hand over his face as the other sprawled across his torso, ears red and lungs sore.

Then he got over it, shooting to a crouch as he glared daggers at the two misfits. “Gordon…Gray…”

The two seemed to shrink, growing even more panicked when Gauche flipped his hair out of his face, his mirror eye glinting. The next thing they knew, three Gauche’s appeared before them. “I don’t think I need to tell you what to do next, do I?”

At their wiggling fingers and dangerous grins, Gordon used his full voice for the second time in his entire life.

“Run Gray!” He grabbed her hand, booking it towards the back of the library as the girl squealed in giggly terror. The Gauches were upon them in seconds, filling the room with laughter once more.

“That’s what happens when you try and tickle me, you dorks.” Pocketing his precious Marie, he grinned as he charged into the fray, ready to dish out some mean tickles. “Here I come!”

Thanks for reading!

#black clover #tickle #tickle fic #gauche adlai #gray #gordon agrippa #fluff #G squad #These three need all the love in the world

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canonicallysoulmates · 2 years

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J2 Gold Panel DCCon 2022

They are both looking so handsome! And Jensen is wearing a leather jacket 🤤🔥

First question up is: what is their theme song?

The fan mentions that their theme song is Don't Stop Believin' by Journey, and Jared says that Separate Ways, which is also by Journey, is pretty badass then says he's gonna go with Faithfully also by that band because while he's not a musician he’s on the road a lot.

Jensen also goes with a road-themed song: On the Road Again by Willie Nelson. He says he’s been driving a lot the past couple weeks (not to nitpick but he was in Canada filming recently so timelines not a 100% accurate on his part) to see family because they're close enough it’s only like 4hrs from where he works and while driving back and forth he’s been playing a lot of Willie Nelson and that song has come up a couple times. He also mentions that he and Jared travel quite a bit and with the pandemic that wasn’t possible so it's made him realize that he truly enjoys being out on the road.

Now for absolutely no reason whatsoever I'm gonna go ahead and point out that Jared has been in Santa Fe the past couple of days just a small drive away (around an 1hr) from Jensen. Jensen who has conveniently provided the information that he's been driving a lot. Y'all do with that info what you want 😇

Continuing on a fan who owns a bakery wants to know what is their favorite type of pie? Jared says pecan pie a la mode to which Jensen in total husband fashion says that what Jared actually likes is a little pecan pie with his ice cream 😆

Jensen answer is either banana or coconut cream pie...so of course Jared makes a joke about bananas and coconuts. x

The third question is not a question it’s a very stupid joke but the boys banter with the person is funny so I’ll include a timestamp. x

Jensen was still thinking about the previous fans question about pie so he asked them what the best pie they make is, the answer is pumpkin. Jared makes an inappropriate joke, I had to pause 🥧

*sigh* Y'all we’re never gonna be free from prank questions. The next question is what's the best prank they've pulled on set together. Y’all know the drill they never planned pranks they just saw the opportunity to mess with someone and would take it. They say the only pranks they had planned were some they wanted to pull on MC but didn't get a chance to. x

Can they tell the story of how they met? 🥰

I know y'all probably already know the story, and I have written about it before, so this will be the quick version. Long story short they meet during auditions on the network test. By that point, Jensen had read originally for Sam but he told tptb that he wanted to read for Dean, and Jared had read for Sam but they didn't think he was a good fit at first because they wanted someone smart so his manager had to call and let them know that he is smart so they gave him a second chance so anyways they both arrive to the chemistry match network test and they were the only ones there and they start talking and the rest is history.

While telling the story they also talk a bit about how the audition process has changed, and Jensen mentions how he would try to throw the competition off their game in the audition rooms which makes Jared go into a quick non sequitur about how when G was auditioning for Wildfire there was this girl, who he and Jensen worked with, who kept trying to make it seem like she already had the role in order to mess with the heads of the others. This story had no point and no end because Jared doesn't reveal who the actress was he just tells Jensen he'll tell him later. The one time the man says something mildly interesting about that woman and he leaves out the most important detail of the story. x

What was their funniest moment or longest outtake? Jared says he has a few regrets about his time on SPN 👀

But that his number one regret is that while they did a lot of things producers do they never got that official producer label. (baby, I regret y'all never got that label too but also spill the tea) If they had they would have kept all the gag reels and outtakes. Examples that come to his mind to answer the question are JDM getting hit in the balls when they filmed the 300th ep also Eye of the Tiger.

Jensen says he's been listening to some of the podcast thing that Benedict and Speight are doing and Taylor Cole, who played Sarah Blake, was in one of the eps and she mention how when they were filming Provenance something happened in one of the scenes and she couldn't stop giggling and Jared also couldn't stop laughing so they had to take a break because they couldn't reel it in. x

I don't know if this was the moment he was referring to but the way Jensen describes it reminds me of this moment from the s1 gag reel where Jared and Taylor are laughing and then there's jealous!Jensen in the background.

We have another non-question, a fan complimented Jensen’s cover of Simple Man that he did on Jason Mann’s cover album. Jensen tells the story of how his singing that song came about; so Jensen had agreed to be on the album but they hadn't chosen a song for him to sing so one day when Jason was in Van for something they were in Jensen's apartment and he asked him what he wanted to sing. Jensen was lightly strumming the guitar trying to come up with something and the song he was mindlessly strumming was Simple Man. Jason asked what he was playing and made Jensen sing the song and Jason liked it and said that's the song we're going with. x

On the off chance that some of you have not heard the acoustic cover, which is what's being mentioned here, that Jensen did of this song I'm gonna leave y'all a link because it's beautiful 🎸

Final question, is there a method to their acting that they’ve kept throughout the years? And a part that they’ve drastically changed?

Jared says his method has been the same since Gilmore Girls, he doesn't really memorize lines he just goes through the script over and over again until it's like a song that he can sing along with even if he doesn't know the name of it or the artist. He'll read it front to back at different times of the day whenever he gets the chance so when he gets to set it's so in his head that instinct takes over.

For Jensen, it's the opposite. He reads the script once very, very slowly. Some scenes he'll re-read a couple times till he has a good grasp of it and has a really good idea of how the scene should be played and then he'll move on and keep reading the script, once he gets through it he won't look at the whole thing again; he will look at the material for the next day the night before, read through it and remember how it impacted him the first time he read it, instinctually know the idea he thinks he wants to do for that scene but still not memorizing anything. Then the day off when they block it out and figure out when they wanna be that's when the words lock in because he is marrying them to his physical space. So when they go to shoot he knows the words.

He says the biggest advice he gives to young actors and actresses is that you always want to be emotionally available in a scene so if somebody's bringing something you hadn't thought of you want to be able to react to it properly.

Jared says he wouldn't recommend Jensen's method to young actors or actresses because it's very difficult to do but Jensen's a black belt in acting which is why he can do that- he admires Jensen so much 🥰

He also says that his pet peeve with scripts is when there's stage direction like 'sam cries' or 'dean breaks down' because there are times when they get there and in the moment it doesn't feel right. Says there are several scenes in SPN where the script doesn't mention them getting teared up but they would get teared up when filming, so he hates when emotions are written.

Jensen adds that that's the good stuff when there were things that would surprise them within the scene; the nuance of the scene and nuance of the relationship or the dialogue they would find it and that's something that he can't tell us how much he loves being a part of that with Jared. Because they would find it so quickly and so much that it would surprise them. 💕

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suhmingo · 9 days

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TL;DR

Fuckers in school telling me, always in the barber shop Part 2 ain’t bout this, Part 2 ain’t bout that My boy a fraud on fuckin Gege and them He, he they say that he don’t be putting in no work SHUT THE FUCK UP! Y'all ain’t know shit All ya motherfuckers talk about Part 2 ain’t no hitta Part 2 ain’t this Part f a fake SHUT THE FUCK UP Y'all don’t live with Part 2. Y'all know that Part 2 had AQUARIUM ARC, Fighting at the Karaoke and shit. Fujimoto been on no assistant since fuckin… I don’t know when! Motherfuckers stop fuckin' playin' him like that Them devils savages out there If I catch another motherfucker talking sweet about CSM Part 2 I’m fucking beating they ass! I’m not fucking playing no more

In my opinion, Chainsaw Man is going through an evolution. Not an awesome Pokemon evolution (Or digivolution, those are cooler.) But a slower evolution, with all the growing pains that come with it. Many have noticed how “slow” recent arcs have been, or how bad the fights have become. And to be fair, the Quanxi ones are kind of ass if you’re looking for a fight fix. But I will go to bat against basically every other complaint and critique of the pacing, the characterization, and the theming. I think the best way I would describe the pacing is as methodical, or more apropos to my argument, literary.

Now I’m not gonna sit here and say that Jane Austen’s planning the story of Chainsaw Man. To my knowledge, there are no pinups of Elizabeth Bennett anywhere in the book, but I do think that there has been a shift in terms of how the story is told and how much detail it does it in, pushing closer to that of a more detailed plot structure and planning than the fast, weekly pace of a traditional battle manga.

Compared to CSM Part One, CSM Part Two is trying to tell a slower, intricate story with a more human element, rather than the fast, succinct, hard-hitting style that Part One embodied. Where the growing pains fit in is that very change in style is hard to get used to, both for the author and audience. The biggest challenge is that it’s difficult to portray methodical storytelling when on 18-20 manga pages a week, and that the Manga medium as a whole is restrictive in terms of how slow you can and likely should take things. Actually, it just seems pretty restrictive in general.

Part One is a very utilitarian story for most of the first half. There’s exist a devil(s) trying to kill Denji, forcing everyone to work together to beat them, secondary characters die, the villain gets Chainsawed, and by the end of it we get Denji feeling more complex emotions. There are core subplots such as Makima’s mask faltering, and/or Aki or Power breaking down or maturing respectively, but those generally feed back into Denji’s growth. Characters, however developed, live and die based on the completion of their arc or the perspective they bring to the story, and no longer than that. Even Reze, a beloved cutie-pie, has her core arc within 14 chapters. Point is, it’s simple story, and that simplicity allows the bulk of it to be told through action.

Finally, Denji and co have their entire stories resolved within 97 chapters. To put that in perspective, that’s where something like the Arlong Arc Ends, and that’s not even halfway through JJK’s Shibuya Incident. Part one is very much a sprint, with the talent showcase being how well-crafted the story is at that very same pace. It really is a testament to the writing quality of how dense that story feels in that short of a time.

That isn’t to say I’d want that again though. One of the most important aspects of any continuation is to not only progress the story, but also how the story is told. Now that there are established elements to a story, it is a good idea from the creator’s perspective to push the boundaries of what is already established. You could do more of the same, but in my opinion that isn’t as stimulating or fruitful long term. That’s where I think Part Two thrives.

Whereas Part One was more focused on characters realizing the goal they want to achieve and reaching a baseline level of human decency, Part Two is more focused on the struggle of maintaining that humanity in an oppressive and equally depressing world. It’s inherently a meatier concept to explore and requires fewer fights and more introspection. For my two cents, I think Part Two is pretty fantastic at this in the long run, but at the same time the week-to-week chapter focus of Part Two means we as an audience will spend far more time digesting and analyzing the setup compared to an explosive fight scene. I think that’s where the bulk of the frustration comes from with part 2, it’s progressing themes and complexity, but it’s hard to fit that within week-to-week chapters without sacrificing something there before, in this case being the fights.

For starters, there are considerably more subplots and mysteries than in Part One. To name a few, there are:

- Yoshida’s allegiance to Public Safety and has own personal end goals

- Denji’s role as a roommate/big bro/parent to Nayuta, and how that affects his personal goals and future

- Denji’s internal conflict with being Chainsaw Man, it’s future, and what it represents (Which I think is meta-commentary, but that’s for another day.)

- Asa’s internal conflict with herself and Yoru, but mostly herself as well as her desire to be loved/admired.

- Nayuta’ purpose in life as the control Devil and how that comes into conflict with her bond with Denji

- Makima’s lasting influence on Denji mirrored in the form of characters like Fami, Barem, and Nayuta.

- The shipping wars I never thought would show up

- Fami. Just Fami.

- WILL DENJI GET LAID???

That’s probably a non-exhaustive list of general questions that are still up in the air and concurrently being explored. The story has gone from being a subversive battle manga with dramatic themes of existentialism, desire, and love to a drama about existentialism, desire, and love with battle manga elements. There’s a lot more focus on thematic cohesion, whole chapters are now given to exploring a character’s state of mind over plot progression. Part One had its downtime, yes. But I don’t think it had nearly as much internal cringing as Asa has had (To be fair, I don’t think any character ever internally cringe fests as much as Asa does). You need that downtime in an introspective story, hell I’d say that’s the uptime, but it’s very against the grain in what came up as a more mature battle manga, so much so that it feels like tonal whiplash to do so.

It’s easy to see that there’s a lot more setup to an arc before it gets to the payoff. For most of the plot threads listed above, we haven’t even gotten a proper payoff in the chapters we’ve had, something that would have been unheard of in part one. At this point in Part One, we would have been nearing the end game, with the development of the story and cast clearly indicating that.

Furthermore, these conflicts aren’t nearly as “cleanly” resolved as the Part One conflicts, at least as clean as anything involving chainsaw combat can be. The punchline of much of Chainsaw Man’s early arcs comes from the dismal world being undercut by a horny, ADHD-laced, solipsistic teenager's ability to 1v1 most problems. Most of the problems grow increasingly difficult to just Denji them, growing in complexity until the conflicts become more abstract. Something like Denji vs. Reze can be realistically resolved within a fight since they’re goals and objectives make sense to come into conflict. Less so for Denji vs “Gun Fiend” since we all know how well that went down. As things progress, Denji can’t slice his way through consoling Power, nor can Pochita’s powers help him cut through his trauma and self-reflection.

That’s the jumping point Part 2 develops from. None of Denji nor Asa nor Nayuta are able to literally fight their way into achieving their goals. This is a stark contrast for Denji particularly since most of Part 1 has the ostensible goal of “Kill this and I’ll let you get to X Base with me,” which is never actually a resolution to his problems. The end of part one and almost all of part two so far has been focused on conflicts which can’t be meaningfully resolved through a fight. The end of the world is not the final boss of these characters, that only serves to contextualize and add weight to their need to solve their own problems. The characters as we see them are mature enough to identify the problems that hold them back, but not mature enough to actually see them through or see clearly in the moment.

That stuff just needs time to sit and simmer, it’s as simple as that. That’s where the action is going. Fujimoto has to show how much Nayuta means to Denji and Vice Versa, he has to show Asa’s growing feelings for Denji against the wishes of both Yoru and her own ego, and so on and so forth. Notice how most of the villains plans aren’t just simply “Kill chainsaw man” (I think the only exception is like Yoru) They tend to be more complex than that. They either want to evangelize Chainsaw Man or silence his influence. That all needs time to unravel too.

With that much going on, it’s considerably harder to get satisfying moments chapter to chapter. So many things have to be established, developed, put into conflict, that the story cannot go nearly as fast as it did in part one. The writing goes far slower to accommodate these things, but the weekly chapters don’t. They still remain in the 18-20 pages that you come to expect. For that reason, we’re left more time salivating until we reach a conclusion that could be chapters away, and even then that conclusion could just be a setup for a later arc. It’s a much bigger story with more ambition to me, something that you’d see like in a regular sized novel.

But course CSM Isn’t a novel, it’s a serialized shonen with all the prerequisites and industry pressure that comes with it.

It’s no secret that the Manga Industry is cutthroat. It’s basically luck whether your story picks up steam or not (JJK was almost canceled at like Chapter 4, for a recent example.) And once you make it, you have to perform at that same level, with the expectation that you’ll continually improve both your quality and numbers, but mostly the numbers. So it’s only natural that the level of quality of the story is going to dwindle at times. So when chapters are bad, it’s not simply because of sloth or laziness. When deadlines are that tight and success is measured in numbers, it’s a testament to the creativity of many an author that these things even get made at all. Hell, the fact that CSM manages to have such intriguing characters and thematic depth is indicative of the writing chops that ol’ Fuji has.

When I think of it like that, it’s easy to see why Fujimoto would prefer to write than to draw. As a writer, I can definitely say writing isn’t a fast art form (At all.) but I at the very least don’t have to worry about drawing the writing in my head week to week, while also trying to appease longtime reader’s desire for action. You can more quickly explore the ideas that you want to explore by putting words on a page. You want to kill a character it’s as as easy as writing “And then the dagger plunged into their heart.” Ok Ideally it’s a lot better than my asstastic writing, but the point is the same. It’s just one of the more reflexive art forms out there.

That’s kind of all I had to say. Hopefully we can all move on to more productive things, preferably within the hour. Thanks for reading.

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ladysparklefarts · 1 year

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A Song Of Second Chances chapter 2

Summary: Lora’s bullshitting skills are put to the test. She meets the Jedi High Council. She has another meltdown. All the emotions and a cup of caf.

Warnings: none I can think of, but if y'all notice anything please let me know so I can update it.

A/N: I have about 4 different endings planned for this damn story and about 3 AU’s and I’m only just starting to work on chapter 4. CURSE MY ADHD!!

I woke suddenly to a sharp rapping at the door. Sunlight was streaming through the small window above the side table. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

“Come in,” I said through a yawn. The door slid open, and Yoda entered, seated on a familiar hovering repulsor pod.

“Slept well, I hope you did,” he said chuckling at the state of my hair. I nodded swinging my legs out from under the blanket and stretching.

“Before meeting the council, perhaps some food, a good idea would be,” Yoda suggested at the sound of my stomach growling as it always did when I woke up.

“Breakfast would be a good idea,” I respond, pulling my boots back on. I hadn’t bothered to change for bed, so getting dressed was quick. I slid my arms into my jacket and zipped the front. Combing my fingers through my long dark hair I pulled it back into a loose ponytail to keep it out of my way.

“Then, to the refectory, we shall go,” he stated. I glanced up at him while I tied my boots. Once I was ready, I walked the short distance to Yoda. I pat myself down quickly, making sure I had everything. I turned and reached my hand towards the side table. My phone lifted and shot into my hand. Yoda grunted in surprise.

“Perhaps less to learn for you there is, and more practice you need,” he said as I slid my phone into my pocket. I glanced at him. His expression was unreadable, but I could feel his confidence in me growing.

“A powerful Jedi, you could be,” he declared as we left the room. I bristled at his compliment, bowing my head to hide a smile as well as a yawn. I needed some coffee.

“Not too powerful, I hope. I don’t want to become like some I have seen,” I said, smiling at him sadly. He nodded as we started our way through the corridor. I could feel multiple eyes on me, though I ignored them. Yoda nodded in greeting to a few people as we passed.

“Sense that you won’t, I do. A force for good, I believe you will be,” he locked eyes with me as he spoke, and I could feel the confidence he held in me. It was both humbling and panic-inducing. I wanted to respond, tell him that his faith wasn’t misplaced but something kept the words locked deep inside me. I smiled at him, though I was unsure if it was convincing. He smirked and looked ahead as we approached a large set of double doors that were propped open.

“The refectory, this is. Your meals, you can have here. Quite good, the food is, especially the caf. Our own blend it is,” my head shot up at the mention of caf, it was this universe’s word for coffee after all.

“Do you have any suggestions on what I should try, Master? You’ve probably eaten here for centuries, so you ought to know what's good,” I asked. Yoda cackled at my words.

“Right, you are. Excellent, the meat pie, is. Hearty and simple, fill you up, it will,” he said, his amusement gaining looks from a few familiar faces. He approached a serving droid and told them his order. The droid looked over at me expectantly.

“I’ll have the same, with a large cup of caf,” I told the droid, who nodded and busied himself by filling a pair of plates. I took a deep breath, inhaling the many scents. The room smelt amazing, spicy, and sweet.

“I’ll have to check out the kitchens eventually. I love to cook and I’m pretty sure there’s a ton of ingredients I'm not gonna be familiar with,” I was buzzing with excitement and Yoda was taking great pleasure in my enthusiasm. The serving droid made a noise to get our attention and handed us our orders. I inhaled the scent of the caf as Yoda led me to one of the trestle tables for us to have our meal. It was rich, familiar, and somehow different than what I was used to. I set the dishes on the table and tucked myself in on the bench.

“This smells amazing, thank you for suggesting it,” I say inspecting the food on my plate. Yoda didn’t respond. He was too busy eating his own breakfast to say anything. I picked up the small meat hand pie from the plate. It was baked to a beautiful golden brown and I almost felt guilty biting into it. It was worth it when I did though, and it didn’t take me long to finish it off. My stomach satisfied, I lifted the mug to my lips and took a large sip. It wasn’t as bitter as I expected, and I sighed into the mug happily. A loud beep from Yoda’s pocket drew me from my relaxed enjoyment of my hot beverage.

“Convened the council has, go we must,” he said after pulling a communicator from his pocket. I whimpered in disappointment and set my still mostly full mug on the table. I rose from my seat, pouting. Yoda grinned.

“Bring with you, the mug, you may,” he remarked with a chuckle. I squealed quietly in joy and grabbed the mug from the table hugging it near my cheek.

“Yay, coffee,” I murmured into the warm porcelain as I sipped at it while we walked.

“For me, have you any questions?” Yoda asked, tilting his head to look at me. I blinked, thinking for a moment. I stared into my mug.

“Nothing that pertains to the current situation. Everything I would want to ask is mostly childlike curiosity for a fairytale wiseman come to life,” I answered with a small sheepish smile.

“And I figure there’ll be time for that later, when we can figure this weirdness out,” I said scrunching my nose in amused disgust. Master Yoda nodded with a small smirk.

“Agreed, questions of that sort, answered will be. And perhaps a few of my own questions you can answer,” his eyes glittered at me when he spoke. My smile widened when I caught his meaning.

“Of course, Master. Though I did just think of one that pertains to the council meeting. How are we going to explain how I got here? And what I know? It seems overwhelmingly suspicious. Like some sort of ploy,” my smile faded as I voiced the concern that suddenly slammed into me. The small jedi’s smile only widened.

“Easy to explain, it is. And explain it to them, I will. Worry about it, you should not,” his tone was soothing, and I felt myself relax. I nodded and Yoda gestured to a door that opened. He entered first and I followed feeling as if I were shrinking with every step. The raw power that oozed from the councilmembers as I entered seeped into my skin, pressing into my very cells and making me woozy. I quickly drained the now cold mug of coffee and swallowed. The action helped me regulate my breathing. I was close to hyperventilating.

“Called this meeting I have, to discuss an unusual scenario,” Yoda’s voice snapped my attention back to reality. I watched him from the side of the room. The door slid open behind me and the presence I felt enter behind me was soothing, though how or why I had no clue, but I didn’t fight its influence. Returning my attention to the council I took stock of whom I recognized on the council. There were the easily recognizable members: Mace Windu, Plo Koon, Ki-Adi-Mundi, and Depa Billaba. I also recognized Yaddle, a younger female member of Master Yoda’s species.

“From a far unknown world, this young woman has come. How she came to be in this galaxy she has no knowledge. Visions she has had, of many future occurrences. A seer she is. Knowledge of events yet to come. An understanding in the force rarely seen, and unparalleled in someone untrained,” Yoda’s explanation was much more to the point than I was expecting, and I bowed my head as he spoke to hide the red that crept across my face. I had only figured out the basics so far, so his compliment felt a bit empty as well as embarrassing.

“How can we be sure her power is as you say?” Master Ki-Adi-Mundi spoke first, as Yoda motioned for me to step to the center of the room. I straightened my back and took a deep breath. The soothing presence behind me stepped closer and I took that as my cue to walk slowly to the center of the chamber. Thankful for the large windows that encircled the room, I stopped and turned to face Yoda.

“Seen it, I have. Her visions seen I have as well. Shared them with me, she has,” Yoda shuddered at the memory. There were hushed whispers from around the room.

“I do sense a lot of potential in her. What would you say you could offer us, miss...?” Master Windu spoke and though his expression was stern his tone was kind, and I took comfort in it.

“My name is Lora, Master. I can understand the suspicion I sense. It makes no sense to me either. As for what I can offer the Jedi Order, I can’t really say. If anything, I want to do what I can to help. I’ve been having these visions since I was a very small child. I grew very fond of the people I saw in them,” I paused, twisting a stray lock of hair between my fingers. I didn’t want to reveal too much.

“I sense that you have a great deal of pain in your past. How can we be sure this pain will not control you?” Ki-Adi-Mundi's question made a lot of sense. I smiled sadly at him.

“I’ve already had my run-in with the dark side, unfortunately. It was actually my visions that showed me where that path could take me. I realized that although that pain was a deciding factor in who I was, I wouldn’t let it cause me to make the wrong decisions,” I explained. Ki-Adi-Mundi seemed almost satisfied with my response and leaned back in his seat his hands folded in front of him in contemplation. I returned my attention to Master Windu. His expression was unreadable, but I could feel him probing gently at the outer corners of my mind. I met his eyes with mine and let whatever walls were there fall. His brow jumped up in surprise as I allowed him access to my memories.

“Lora, you surprise me. You’re a walking contradiction in a way that I believe I may have perhaps misjudged in the past,” Master Windu spoke softly.

“Should I take that as a compliment, Master?” I asked gently prodding at his mental probes with one of my own. Master Windu broke into a smile and shook his head.

“Yes, I believe you should. From the bottom of my heart, I trust you,” he said with a pointed nod. My heart jumped at this and I bowed slightly in respect toward him. He bowed his head in response his smile widening slightly. I returned my attention to Yoda who was staring up at me with what I could have sworn was pride in his eyes.

“Allow her to join the Jedi Order, I ask of you. Wisdom, I sense from her, that all could learn from, as well as a powerful ally she could be,” Yoda looked around the room as he made his motion. I glanced nervously around though I left my expression unreadable.

“Yes,”

“I agree,”

“Yes,” the council members all voiced their approval, though I could still feel some lingering apprehension.

“Very good. Master Kenobi, assigned to you she will be, until adjusted she has. Learn from you she can as you train your padawan, and perhaps from her he also may learn,” Yoda said looking to where I felt that soothing presence. I turned and at once my breath caught in my throat. Obi-wan Kenobi was standing there, arms crossed over his chest, his hand stroking his beard. A small smile turned up my lips as I stared wide-eyed in wonder at the man I knew as a legend.

“Yes, Master,” was all he said before our eyes met. Something seemed to sizzle as our mental probes met. I blinked as his hand froze, his thumb dragging over his bottom lip. The movement drew my eyes, inevitably to his lips. They looked soft. I quickly brought my gaze back up to his. He blinked and withdrew his curious probes his expression betraying his confusion for a moment before his eyes darted away from mine.

“To Ilum, she will need to go. A lightsaber she will need. The next cycle, in three days, is. Escort her you will,” Yoda said, bringing my attention back to him, though truthfully, I wanted to keep up my inspection of the auburn Jedi behind me. Pushing the thought from my mind, I allowed myself to get excited over the thought of my lightsaber. I wondered what color it would be.

“Of course, Master. She will be safe with me,” I stifled a giggle at his words. Yoda seemed to sense my amusement and raised an eyebrow at me. I tried to push it down, but I knew Yoda had already sensed it. He looked between Obi-wan and me for a moment before a glint of mischief dawned in his eye. I narrowed my eyes at Yoda slightly and I felt the amusement roll from him like a storm. I glanced back at Obi-wan. His arms were tightly crossed at his chest and his lips were pursed as he stared directly past me and out the window. He seemed a bit rattled, though by what I couldn’t tell.

“Very good, the rest of the day, you have. Perhaps show her around the temple you can,” Yoda suggested. Obi-wan blinked at Yoda before nodding.

“Thank you, masters’, for this opportunity. I won’t take your faith lightly,” I bowed quickly and backed out of the center of the room. I wanted to get out of there quickly. I was overjoyed at the possibilities that stood before me, but I was overwhelmed by the iconic figures I had just exchanged words with. Obi-wan bowed to the council as well before turning and following me out of the council chambers the door shutting with a quiet hiss. I turned and studied his expression. His eyes were slightly out of focus and somehow, I never expected to see this dazed expression on his face. It was amusing.

“Maybe we could start with the gardens? I’ve always thought they’d be so beautiful,” I said with a nervous little laugh. A part of me was anxious I was going to flirt. Another part of me wanted to. I decided to take the middle ground and just be myself. Obi-wan started and looked down at me. He was a fair bit taller than my five foot four inches. He could probably throw me over his shoulders easily. I inhaled sharply at the thought.

“That sounds fine. Though if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to check on my padawan at some point as well. He's supposed to be resting after our recent assignment,” he paused in his thought and frowned.

“You don’t need to explain. You and your padawan were in a lot of my visions. He seems like quite the, forgive my language here, little shit,” I remarked, shoving my hands in my jacket pockets. Obi-wan's eyes widened at my statement. His shoulders quaked a bit as he fought and quickly lost against his laughter.

“You are not wrong,” his laughter was warm, and I relaxed. Maybe getting along with such a mythical figure would be a lot easier than I thought.

“Before we go, though, I would like to warn you, I may call you Ben on occasion,” I pursed my lips as he froze.

“It was the first name I knew you by in my visions. As they progressed, I learned how you acquired the alias. If you’d rather I didn’t, I understand, but I can’t promise it won’t accidentally slip out,” I didn’t have to say the name I was thinking of, but he coughed and straightened. His blue eyes were sad, so I knew he caught on. He took a breath and smiled.

“I don’t think it will be a problem. I’ve made my peace with that situation and occasionally will still use that name,” he stated softly. I nodded returning his smile. He gestured to the hallway ahead of him.

“You requested the gardens? Shall we?” his warmth was infectious, and I couldn’t help but let my own radiate back to him. As we started down the hall, I felt a twinge of remorse. He had a right to know what I told Yoda. He was a major part of it after all. I froze.

“Actually, before anything, would there be somewhere more private, we could talk? What Master Yoda told the council wasn’t the full truth and I feel you should know it,” I all but whispered. Obi-wan paused and glanced back at me.

“Certainly, in fact, the best place I know of would be the Meditation Gardens. They're a couple of levels directly below us and there is usually no one there at this time of the day,” he said, his expression thoughtful. He quickly turned and tapped a button on a nearby panel. A door slid open revealing an elevator and he ushered me in.

“Thank you. I’ll be honest, I’m still kind of reeling from this entire situation. I only arrived here yesterday and I’m pretty sure I had to die where I come from so that I could come here,” I explained leaning against the wall after the door had slid shut and the elevator had started its descent. Obi-wan's head snapped towards me.

“What do you mean by having to die to come here?” he asked, the concern in his expression tugging at my heart.

“It’s hard to explain. All I know is one moment I’m sitting waiting for my ride to pick me up after work and the next I stand up and the splitting headache I’d had all day gets infinitely worse and I blacked out. The moment I could see again I was falling on my ass on some random street here on Coruscant,” I frowned as I spoke. Obi-wan hummed. The moment I open my mouth to speak again the door slid open and he led me out to the hallway. Just across the hall was another door that Obi-wan opened and led me through.

“Oh, wow. This really is as beautiful as I’d thought it would be,” The view took my breath away.

“This is only one of many Gardens of Meditation, but it was the closest and least likely to be occupied,” Obi-wan said with a smile as he brushed past me and motioned for me to follow which I did. The warmth of the sun was filtering through the foliage, and I inhaled deeply. The scent of flowers and sunshine relaxed me in the same way it always did. We came up to a small pond flowing with fish and I sat down next to it and skated my fingers over the surface of the water. I smiled at the smaller fish that came up to my fingers. Laying back in the grass I stretched.

“As I wanted to tell you though, those visions weren’t actually visions. The world I come from is still rather primitive compared to a lot of the planets in this galaxy, but one thing we have in abundance is imagination. I grew up on stories of the Jedi. You being one of the key figures in those stories,” Obi-wan had seated himself next to me facing the water.

“So, you’re saying that where you come from, we don’t exist?” he asked glancing down at me.

“No, you do exist. You may have been considered a fictional character, but you were very real to a lot of people,” I said looking up at him, my arms folded under my head.

“It’s a very beloved story where I’m from. The problem is that I know how a lot goes and I’m not happy with it. There are a lot of people that end up in a lot of pain or worse and I want to use what I know to try and change it,” Obi-wan's brows knit together as I spoke.

“I can show you a bit of what I know if you’re willing to see. It’s how I told Master Yoda,” I sat up as I spoke. I motion to the gardens around us.

“This is a meditation garden after all,” I remark with a cautious smirk. Obi-wan meets my eyes with his own. I can sense his reluctance.

“I suppose it is one of the only ways,” he muttered and turned to face me. I tucked my feet under me and took a deep breath.

“What would you prefer I showed you?” I ask as the memories flood through me. He shrugged.

“I don’t really know, perhaps you should decide,” he stated. I nodded and decided to have a bit of fun.

“All right then I’ll show you a couple of my favorite snark-master Kenobi moments,” I said causing Obi-wan to narrow his eyes at me before shutting them and entering his state of meditation. I smirked and closed my eyes feeling his probes touch my mind again. I inhaled deeply and pushed a couple of memories to the forefront of my mind.

“My forgotten, da Bosses will do terrible tings to me, terrrrrible is me going back der!”

“Do you hear that?”

A light rumble echoes in the distance.

“Yeah,”

“That is the sound of a thousand terrible things headed this way,”

“If they find us, they will crush us, grind us into tiny pieces and blast us into oblivion!”

“Hmmm... yousa point is well seen,”

The scene changes:

“You wanna buy some death sticks?”

A wave of Obi-wan's hand.

“You don't want to sell me death sticks,”

“Ah, I don't want to sell you death sticks,”

“You want to go home and rethink your life,”

“I want to go home and rethink my life,”

“I remember that first moment. I remember thinking Jar-Jar was the most idiotic being I'd ever met, but I don’t remember that second moment,” Obi-wan said drawing me from my concentration. I nodded. Of course, he wouldn’t remember.

“There were a lot of people in my world that would agree with you, though personally, I think there’s a lot more to him than meets the eye. And the reason you don’t remember that second moment is that it hasn’t happened yet, and it won’t happen for about four years,” I responded with a sight chuckle at his expression. The grin he wore was laced with confusion.

“Well, I'd say you’ve shown me enough to know I can agree with the council’s trust in you, though I feel there’s a lot more you want to show me,” his expression softens as his gaze lands on mine. I nod.

“There is, but I don’t feel comfortable showing it. There’s a lot of suffering and like I told Master Yoda, I don’t want any rash decisions made in fear to negatively affect the possible outcomes. I want to be able to make it so that much of that suffering doesn’t happen. You shouldn’t know too much about your own future,” I leaned forward as I spoke, bowing my head to hide a couple of tears that had managed to sneak out as I remembered certain scenes that broke my heart as I had first watched them. I heard Obi-wan sigh in resignation and his hand rested on my shoulder.

“I understand what you’re saying, but if it ever becomes too much, please, don’t hesitate to talk to me or anyone else. This knowledge sounds like it could be overwhelming,” he tightened his grip on my shoulder slightly when he felt me shaking.

“It already is. Everything is overwhelming right now. I’ve been trying so hard to process it and all I want to do is break down. Everything I’ve ever known is gone and I was suddenly plunged into a world I know everything and nothing about,” the relaxing atmosphere seemed to press on me as I spoke, every little misery since I had arrived in this universe hitting me from all sides. His hand never left my shoulder as I dissolved into sobs.

“I’m lost and confused and...” I hiccupped, grinding my hands into my eyes willing myself to stop crying. Unfortunately, the tears refused to stop, and I found myself being pulled into Obi-wan's chest. It was sudden and startling, but he was warm, so I let myself bury my face in his robes until the tears stopped. When my sobs finally started subsiding, I pulled away from him, though his hands stayed firmly on my upper arms steadying me as I straightened. I glanced up at him and froze. His face was only inches from my own and the kindness in his gaze as he looked at what I could only imagine was a tear-stained mess made my heart thump almost painfully. I quickly scrambled backward out of his grasp and stood nearly falling over again in my haste.

“I should probably go to my quarters and clean up. I think I need to change as well,” I stuttered out rubbing the remaining tears from my eyes. Obi-wan stood and nodded.

“And it’ll give you the chance to maybe check on Anakin. You did say you wanted to do that at some point,” I sniffled turning away from him. A brightly colored butterfly drifted past me, and I let my gaze follow it.

“I did say something to that effect. That sounds reasonable. And once I’ve made sure Anakin is properly settled, we can resume our tour of the temple,” Obi-wan sounded a little breathless as he spoke and made his way to the door. I followed him at a distance hugging myself tightly. The trek from the gardens to the padawan’s dormitory was made in relative silence only broken by my occasional sniffles. When we stopped at my door he smiled and bowed slightly to me before turning. Without thinking my hand shot out and caught his sleeve.

“Ben,” I froze for a moment when he turned back and met my gaze. I stammered over what to say.

“Thank you,” I finally said smiling gratefully at him. He returned my smile with one of his own as well as a gentle squeeze of his hand on mine before turning and walking away.

#obi wan x oc #obi wan x original character #star wars fanfiction #star wars isekai #Star Wars what if #self insert fanfiction #obi wan fanfiction #star wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker

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timekeepertwister · 1 year

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Case 0 Type P - File 1 - “The Waltz of Walpurgis”

Location: The Witch’s House

Timeline: PET-K

Date of Record: April 30, 1939

Affirming Witness: C/E-727

Subjects Involved: C/A-95, C/L-33, RC/EO-77, H/?-9 (in multiple denominations)

Timeline Inspection Record Of: “Tower of Sweet Chaos” [Minor Deviation Detected]

Deep into the haunted woods unknown was a cottage that was said to be the dwelling of a Witch. Whether because the temperature setting she had on her wood-burning Oven was too high, or possibly because her sweet tooth for baked goods was as insatiable as her desire for unusual culinary inventory, Cookies often dreaded the building, fleeing from it the first chance they could get to truly live their lives.

On the turn of the Night of the Witches, frequently stated by many wizard academies as once in a millennium (although this has been thoroughly debunked by third party sources), one Cookie would find herself going towards the house to pose a question to the homeowner on her people’s purpose in life. This was White Lily Cookie’s destiny. She told herself, “The banquet is starting… the Night of the Witches, held once in a thousand years... this is my only chance! I shall meet the creators, the Witches! I must ask the question. I will ask them why... why they created the Cookies... and myself. I must learn the truth!” Anticipating the official response of the Witch, she eagerly snuck into the house in search of the kitchen, weaving around rats. Spiderwebs. Mouse traps. BEAR TRAPS. Finally, the ladder. Having found a ladder, White Lily Cookie slowly ascended it. “A stairway to the table. Lofty for a Cookie, but a small convenience for a Witch.” And just in time she did; just as she climbed up to a satisfactory level that matched the banquet table, the worn-out wooden door creaked open to give way to a whole host of Witches from far and wide.

Some as short and pudgy as Gruntilda was claimed to be, while others were tall and slender as if they hadn’t had a filling supper in forever. One Witch even came in with what seemed like four Skeletons awaiting food! As the door opened, the hostess Witch greeted her colleagues warmly with a very raspy voice, “WELL WELL WELL, IT'S BEEN A THOUSAND LONG YEARS! GLAD TO SEE Y'ALL!”

A second Witch responded, “AND WOULD YOU LOOK AT THESE! THEY LOOK AMAZING! Y'ALL BEEN WORKING HARD!” As she dropped her small satchel of belongings off to the side, the welcomed Witch eyed the banquet table with delight as if she wanted to eat everything right away.

The homeowner Witch smiled with delight at seeing her friend admire her wide array of baked goods. Bread, cake, biscuits, pie, tarts, everything was up for grabs… but her pride and joy seen in her banquet spread was her freshly-baked cookies. Having worked tirelessly for the last three nights with the date of April 30th marked as a banquet night with her fellow Witches, the Witch had baked, decorated, and served her intricate trays of cookies for this very night. Now that her work was done, she gestured to her work and retorted jovially, “PHEW! I BAKED A TON OF COOKIES! HERE, TRY ONE! YOU'RE GONNA LOVE IT!”

As the Witches began to go for their sugary bounty, they instantly went right into the waiting collection of cookies and began eating them like no tomorrow much to their delight… but very much to a horrified White Lily Cookie’s dismay. “Impossible...! The Witches... our creators... are... eating... Cookies!” She let out a practically unheard shriek as she turned to the waiting collection of gingerbread cookies and other banquet desserts, screaming in growing hysteria, “WAKE UP! PLEASE! WE HAVE TO RUN!” …no response. She tried calling out to them again, hoping to get a response, “YOU CAN'T STAY HERE...! LISTEN TO ME, WE MUST ESCAPE...!”

Baffled by the lack of response, and movement for that matter, White Lily Cookie looked at the banquet cookies with a sense of hopelessness, “But why... why! Why are you smiling at me?!” Having abandoned all hope of saving these cookies from being eaten, she began to run away unseen, saying to herself, “I must... I must tell someone about it!”

But in her haste, she had not seen a rogue fork in her path and tripped upon it, losing her balance and falling off the table towards a waiting cauldron of bubbling purple dough. Now knowing of her destiny, she told herself, “Why... why did you do that...? Witches... the Witches deceived us… The Cookies... were created to... be eaten! But I was born... and lived... I have my will and consciousness... I can't... accept this fate...!”

The resounding splat emanating from the cauldron when White Lily Cookie fell into the dough had alerted the Witches and an unusually small awaiting raven to the site, knowing that a Cookie had fallen into a cauldron of dough. The homeowner exclaimed, “WHOSE COOKIE IS THAT? LOOK, IT FELL INTO THE ULTIMATE DOUGH!”

The Witch’s guests clamored in reply, as if they weren’t worried about one Cookie falling into a cauldron of dough. “T'IS ALRIGHT! LET'S JUST BAKE IT AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS!”

“YEAH, LET'S BAKE IT! LET'S SEE WHAT FORTUNA HAS IN STORE!”

Unfortunately for them, Fortuna was not on their side tonight. Heaved onto a baking tray, a glob of purple mush with a forsaken Cookie inside, with some other pastries and stuff still in the Oven, the Witch cranked the woodburning oven up to a fiery 375 degrees Fahrenheit. White Lily Cookie’s screams were drowned out by the sounds of crackling wood, bubbling dough, and rattling metal as she felt herself being pulled apart.“Wh-WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME…?!” Uttering a soul-splitting scream, she felt her own dough split away from her as it spit her out of the blob of Ultimate Dough, right off the tray and into the fire.

The Ultimate Dough conglomerated into what White Lily Cookie perceived to be the Boogeyman staring down the Oven’s cast-iron doors. A Cookie with horns black as night. Slender as a skeleton. Dough burnt into a pale shade of purple, just as the Ultimate Dough was not even an hour ago. And then the flames died down. The doors opened. A new Cookie burst into sinister laughter in her new life as a charred and mortified White Lily Cookie could only hide in silence and watch Chaos Incarnate unfold.

[End of File 1 - Next: File 2 - “Solace in Nightmares”] - [Return To Case Record]

#cookie run #cookie run au #operation: time twister #white lily cookie #tower of sweet chaos #case 0 #prologue #tbd case file #night of the witches #crk spoilers #file 1

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conchobarbarian · 3 years

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I did more knitting for this pie crust than I have on my actual knitting WIP in the last week

#i told y'all this pie was gonna be good #knitting #pie #thanksgiving #cw food

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sleepysnk · 3 years

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alright i'm back again with some Colt headcanons, he needs more love and i'm gonna feed y'all 😏. i was inspired by an ask i got so here we go.

Date Night Headcanons

Characters: Colt Grice

Warnings: None

Colt Grice:

- date night with Colt would be absolutely so romantic that your little heart would explode from how cute he is. YOU'D HAVE ZERO COMPLAINTS.

- since you both decided on staying in for the night, Colt planned something really special for you two.

- now let me just say he is so romantic, he knows what to do to make your heart swell. that's exactly what happened tonight.

- you came down the stairs after getting dressed to see Colt dressed up in a white button up with his sleeves rolled back, and some jeans. he was making some really good food at the moment, it smelled great and you were shocked to see what he could do.

- Colt saw you and kissed your head saying you looked great and he had some champagne ready for you. he'd twirl you around to see how amazing you look, you never fail to take his breath away.

- THIS MAN KNOWS HOW TO TREAT YOU.

- you watched as he moved around the kitchen stirring different pots and chopping different vegetables. of course, you offered to help, but the man protested and said to just relax and let him do all the cooking.

- as the food cooked Colt handed you some roses 🥺, he said they reminded him of you, and you felt so warm and fluffy.

- he also told you he had a desert for you and said that you'd absolutely enjoy it.

- once the food was done, he served you and watched as you tasted it. let me just say, you were blown away by how great the food was. he knew exactly how to cook and it honestly made him really happy that you enjoyed it <3.

- he cleaned the kitchen up and you both had desert which was this really good pie, of course he fed some of it to you and it was really good. you got some whipped cream on your lip and Colt kissed you passionately to clean it up, the kiss was so full of love, and it made you blush a bit.

- "happy anniversary my love,"

- once he finished cleaning up he lifted you up and carried you up the stairs to the room you both shared, he lied you on the bed and just admired how beautiful you looked.

- Colt would run his fingers along your sides and just take in your beauty.

- "how did i get so lucky? you're so perfect.."

- Colt would run a bath for you two and put some candles and rose petals in it, you'd both relax in the water as you cuddled in his side. taking in the moment like it was your last.

- once your done with your bath you'd both head to bed and cuddle up to watch a movie 🥺, he'd hold you close while whispering how much he loves you and how beautiful you are to him. he honestly would make your heart just flutter with love <3.

- lots of kisses and cuddles for sure 🥺.

- pls i want to sob this is adorable please love this man.

#anime #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot x reader #aot x y/n #aot headcanons #snk x y/n #snk x reader #snk headcanons #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #colt grice #colt x reader #colt grice x reader #attack on titan headcanons #anime headcanons

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bogboye · 3 years

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why did nobody tell me how fucking good Shape of Water is??? I'm watching it right now I aaaaaaa

the disabled rep?? Hello? It's so damn good

Eliza sweetie I'd do everything for you

Giles and Elizas friendship... I love y'all so much

the subtle mlm rep I-

Hoffstetler don't you fucking dare you're a darling don't do this to me

I want nothing more than to kick racist homophobic pie guy so hard in the balls he will never be able to reproduce

HOFFSTETLER YOU FUCKING KING

Zelda baby don't do anything stupid

I want Strickland to die a violent and painful death

Zelda babe DON'T

Hold on ZELDA BABE YES

HAHAHAHA HIS FUCKING CAR

I am gracefully repressing Strickland sexually harassing Eliza so I can reuse my anger later to strangle him should he not die in this film

THE CARD THE FUCKING CARD

Eliza you fucking badass you tell em

Please don't eat the cat

Please dont

Oh no

OH NO

HE'S PETTING THE CATS

Does he have fucking magic powers

Dude why is he glowing

Fucking superb ya walking Christmas tree

Oh lord

She a freak

You know what

Good for her

I'm gonna be so fucking mad if Hoffstetler dies

WHAT ARE YOU DOING KEEP YOUR FUCKING FINGERS ON JESUS CHRIST

Baby why is you flooding the fucking room this won't even go well

Told ya

BRUH

I mean,,, good for you bestie

Y'all cute

SHES TALKING?????????????????????

THEYRE DANCING FUCK AWWWW

I hate musical number but not you baby, not you

Fuck

Fuck fuck fuck

Why is there blood

Why is he loosing scales

Uh oh

HOFFSTETLER

Do not tell him

Don't tell him

#i love this movie #im not done watching it tho so I will probably cry #shape of water

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kareniliana · 3 years

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Marcel: Crazy Ex Drama

A//N: Hey people! I’ve come up with a schedule. I will write as much as I can over the week. In between class work or classes and tutor sessions. Then edit and post them on the weekends. Imma try this week to do that. And we’ll go from there.

If y'all want to request anything, my inbox is open.

Oh I almost forgot, this one shot mentions abusive relations with drug using and cheating. I am in no way trying to romanticize abuse or anything. I just started writing and this came out. I do apologize if I insult anyone, please call me out on it. And I will correct it or take it down. I truly mean no harm here.

xx Karebear 💛🧸

You were visiting New Orleans for a girls trip with two of your best friends, Eva and Lucy. You went college with them, lived with them when you first graduated and now you live hours away from each other. Not seeing each other often put a strain on your friendship so you came up with the brilliant idea that you would visit New Orleans for a girls trip. It’s perfect, you’ll drink your liver away.

The first two nights visiting were a blur, you weren’t sure which bars you were at and which you hadn’t visited yet. But for the third day, you were going to keep it low-key but fun.

At lunch, you and your friends sat at a bar talking to a nice blonde bartender. She informed you she had a psych degree and your friends didn’t stop bothering her until y'all left. But she enjoyed the company and psychoanalyzing. You however was busy making eyes with a beautiful chocolate man across the restaurant. His smile caught your eyes, it was genuine and brightening.

Finally she turned to look at you, “what about you? Any guy problems?”

“Oh does she ever, she just got out of a very abusive relationship.” Your drunk friend started, earning a deep sigh from you.

“He cheated, lied, did drugs, verbally abuse me and sometimes he would hit me. I left him, filed a restraining order- I got out.” You shrugged your shoulders, not wanting to talk about it any longer.

You stuck around to drink and chill, the vibe in this bar was immaculate. You had forced yourself, to stop looking for the man. Wanting him to come to your, which he did. He placed his hand on the seat next to yours.

“Is this seat taken?” He asked, his deep voice made you want to melt.

“No, go for it.” You smiled, he pulled the seat out sitting with you.

“Cami, can I get another and,” He looked to you, “Anything she wants.”

You caught his gaze, holding eye contact. “Uh, I'll have what he's having.”

“Alright, two bourbons.” She grabs another glass and serves you the liquid. Your friends and cami seeing what’s happening.

“I’m Marcel.” He handed his hand out for you to shake, you smiled gently placing your hand in his.

“Y/n, it’s nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine, and on behalf of my beautiful city, welcome to New Orleans. I am more than happy to show you around. Say tonight, at 7. I can meet you or pick you up, whatever you choose.” He was smooth.

Cami placed the cups down in front of you both,“You can pick me up at the Hotel just down the street.” You pointed down the road to your hotel, the only hotel within a mile radius.

“Alright.” He smiled brightly, his smile making you almost giggle like a school girl.

He lifted his drink, signally for you to follow suit. He raised his glass, waiting for you. You clashed your drinks together, taking a sip.

“Tell me, why New Orleans?”Marcel asked as you both set the drinks down.

“Oh well, I hadn’t seen my best friends, Eva and Lucy,” You motioned to the girls,”In maybe 8 months. We had spent nearly five years living together.”

Eva leaned over, “Now we’re all hours away from each other, we don’t get much time to visit.”

“It’s mandatory for us to go on a girls trip at least every month.” You added, taking another sip, knowing Lucy will butt in next. Marcel just watching the vibe between you three, he thought it looked like the human way of a family. Which you were, Eva and Lucy are your family.

“But someone” Lucy points to you behind your head, “got into a - Okay! I think that’s enough from you two.” You interrupted her, you were okay talking to women about your abusive relationship, but when it came to telling men- let alone someone you just met and are interested in- you weren’t comfortable yet. And you didn’t want your friend to unload that kind of baggage.

However, Marcel already knows. You have no knowledge of the supernaturals in the world, you didn’t know that Marcel already heard you talk about it. He heard your heartbeat rise when Lucy began to talk about it. You were nervous, which he understood. And he couldn’t help but want you more. He wanted to protect you.

“Okay fine, we’ll just see you back at the hotel later. We’re gonna go find something to do.” Eva gathered herself and Lucy, who seemed to be pretty drunk already.

Saying their goodbyes and your focus was back to the present.

Marcel placed his hand on yours, You looked to him. “Whatever Lucy was going on about, I don’t want you to worry about it. Whatever it is, you can tell me or not. I understand.”

You smiled, you could see it in his face. You knew he knew.“Thank you, but something tells me you already know?”

He sighed, “I’m only guessing it wasn’t something good.”

“He was abusive, a cheater, and an addict. I thought I could change him, help him. He was good, until he wasn’t. But I did all the steps. I documented, went to friends and police. I got a restraining order, I moved, got a new job, a place all by myself. I’m doing better now, that’s what is important.” You explained, feeling accomplished and grateful you were able to get out.

You were proud of yourself and made progress moving on from everything.

Behind you, in a corner, a vampire calls Marcel away. Marcel signally to give him a minute.

“I’m proud of you, Y/n. Thats good! How about another drink?” You nodded, as he signaled for Cami.

“I’m sorry but will you excuse me for a second, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom for a quick second. Don’t go anywhere just yet, okay?” He asked, getting up his seat.

“Oh yeah no, go for it.” You smiled and his hand brushed your shoulder.

Cami comes back with your refill, “Im sorry I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but I’m really happy you’re in a good place right now.”

“Oh no it’s okay, you basically already knew. Minor details. Thank you.”

“Y’know Marcel is a really great guy,” She began to make a drink for someone across the bar. “He looks out for the tourists and locals, keeps them safe.”

“So this city, is his or?” Cami laughs, if only you knew.

“He’s very influential here, stick with him. You’ll be safe.” Cami walks off, serving the drink she just made.

You look at the menu for desserts, sipping your bourbon. Then Marcel comes back, sitting down without a word.

“Is the pie any good Marcel-” You turn to look to Marcel but see Jason instead. Instantly you sprung up to your feet, pushing your stool back. Jason reached out for your arm, squeezing it harder than he thought he would.

The sound of the stool being pushed caught Cami’s attention, watching from the end of the bar. Seeing the disgust for him on your face, your body language stiff but grounded and unwavering.

Just as she was about to go to you, Marcel walked back in from the back. Vampire drama dealt with. “Cami, what’s up?”

“I think that's her ex.” Cami’s eyes never leaving you.

Jason grabbed you, keeping you there.”Wait, please just hear me out.”

You looked at his hand squeezing you, it began to hurt. “Let. Me. Go.” Looking back up at him, his eyes red teary. He was high.

He scoffed, “No, just hear me out.”

“I have a restraining order dude! Let me go!” You raised your voice, catching Marcels attention. Swiftly he walked to you two.

“I do believe she told you to let her go.” Marcel intervened, one hand placed gently on your back.

“This doesn’t concern you!” He belted at Marcel, digging his fingers deeper. you helped in pain. Marcel took a hold of Jasons hand, squeezing it with his vampire strength. Jasons claws unlatched from you, it will definitely bruise.

“I called the cops, Marcel.” Cami came to you with an ice pack.

Marcel then tried to escort Jason outside but Jason began to fight back. Falling back and into other people on the way out. When finally Marcel sucker punched him, knocking hims unconscious.

After the police took my statement and pictures of the already bruised arm, they arrested him and took him to county jail.

Marcel sits in the seat the officer was in, placing two cups of bourbon. “I called your friends, they should be here any minute. I’m so sorry that happened. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Thank you. Really.” You smiled, chuckling after a moment of silence. “We just met and we had a crazy ex boyfriend situation before our first date!”

Marcel laughed with you. He smiled at you brightly, somehow making you smile just as big. You reach for his hand, holding it.

“I still expect yo take you out, no crazy ex drama will get in the way of our date.” Marcel said, earning a laugh from you.

Again I mean no harm with this imagine.

#marcel gerard #marcellus gerard #marcel gerard x reader #the originals #the originals x reader #the originals imagine #tvd universe

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 3 years

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,945 Words

Summary: Five worried members of class 1-B and a day off for the hero courses.

Warnings: Cursing, Injury Mention, Caps, Death Mention, Broken Bone Mention, Panic Attack Mention, Abuse Mention, Disownment Mention, Blood Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Usernames: Existence Is A Prison Aizawa: feral cat dad, Aoyama: gay salt, Hagakure: ranch flavored jello, Tokoyami: foil-mecha, Shinsou: farmer toshi, Kuroiro: life is a nightmare, Shiozaki: saviour, Tsunotori: schrodinger better run, Honenuki: pure, Monoma: nat20

Aizawa, We Agreed No More Cats: Chapter 4

2:55 PM

Existence Is A Prison

nat20: @feral cat dad @gay salt @farmer toshi @foil-mecha @ranch flavored jello

nat20: Are you guys okay? There was an announcement for all available staff to come to the USJ asap. Isn't that where you are?

nat20: Guys?

nat20: I get that y'all are training but can one of you answer? I'm getting worried.

nat20: Akemi, sis, you better fucking answer me.

3:00 PM

Existence Is A Prison

nat20: Akemi, this is breaking law three of being half-siblings. Getcha ass in the chat and fucking respond to me or I'm taking a protective quirk and coming down there myself.

saviour: You will do no such thing. Clearly it's dangerous since the announcement was directed toward all available teachers. That doesn't sound normal to me, even if someone had been just injured. Seiko, it's best to try to make things decently safe for their return instead of hound a response.

life is a nightmare: Six different news sources say that three unidentified people were admitted to a hospital nearby UA, said to have been transported from the USJ, which was attacked this morning by an unidentified villain, the attack being resolved by UA's pro hero staff members only ten minutes ago. Two more people were injured and are supposedly in Recovery Girl's office.

nat20: AKEMI @gay salt

gay salt is now online

ranch flavored jello is now online

foil-mecha is now online

gay salt: I'm back, Seiko. I'm fine. Almost everyone is fine.

nat20: Five people are hurt!

ranch flavored jello: Yeah, all three pros were hurt.

nat20: Which students got hurt!?

foil-mecha: I think you already know what you're suspecting, Seiko.

nat20: No. No, he's not dead. If Shinsou's dead, I'll personally bring him back to life to scream at him. My little brother isn't dying dammit.

gay salt: Not dead, mon dieu. Shinsou is severely injured but he isn't dead.

nat20: Who else is hurt? That green kid again?

ranch flavored jello: Yeah, Midoriya's hurt again. To be fair, he wasn't thinking about how he was using his quirk, just that he was using it period.

foil-mecha: Hold on, they're calling on Aizawa and Shinsou's condition, I'll do a video chat with you guys.

foil-mecha has started a video chat

The bones in his arms are splintered and he's got facial fracturing. Fortunately there doesn't seem to be any serious brain damage. But his orbital floor has been almost completely destroyed. We have no way of knowing if his eyesight will be impaired or not once he's healed. -Unknown

Well, you heard the man. -Unknown

Sir, what about Thirteen? -Unknown

No need to worry there, despite some pretty bad lacerations to the back, Thirteen is gonna pull through good as new. And AllMight is also without any serious injuries. He's in the nurse's office right now. Recovery Girl's power should be all that he needs.-Unknown

What about Deku!? -Unknown

How's Midoriya? -Unknown

Midoriya? Oh, Recovery Girl was taking care of him too. He's fine.-Unknown

How is Shinsou!? -nat20

Who was that? -Unknown

My half-sibling, we both live in the dorms with Shinsou and Aizawa. They're worried about them. So is the rest of the class 1-B students that live in the dorms with us. -gay salt

Shinsou has a mild concussion, a severe bruised nasal bone, and his jawbone was fractured so he needs to have his jaw wired shut for a bit until he's back to being strong enough for Recovery Girl to heal him. He should be better in about a week or two.-Unknown

What the fuck happened to him that he got that badly hurt? -life is a nightmare

During the villain attack, Shinsou decided to fight alongside Mr. Aizawa. against the villains and this big monster thing was hurting Mr. Aizawa and this creepy guy was about to hurt Asui, Mineta, and Midoriya. -ranch flavored jello

Call me Tsu. -Unknown

Tsu, Mineta, and Midoriya. But Shinsou got the creepy guy to respond to him with the mist guy's voice and he brainwashed him. Then the monster hit his face into the ground really hard. But he covered Mr. Aizawa with his own body and got his face hit down again. -ranch flavored jello

Shinsou was really out of it, ribbit. He was calling Mr. Aizawa his dad.-Unknown

Tsu, Mr. Aizawa legally adopted Shinsou as of 8 o'clock this morning. -ranch flavored jello

I'm gonna hang up, we're all gonna head back. I'll visit you Seiko. -gay salt

You better. -nat20

gay salt has ended the video chat

2:40 AM

Existence Is A Prison

farmer toshi is now online

farmer toshi: WHY CANT I TALK WHATS HAPPENING WHERE AM I

life is a nightmare: Shit, I'll shadow over, hold on, Shinsou.

2:50 AM

Existence Is A Prison

life is a nightmare: shinsousleepingagainsther.jpg

life is a nightmare: Guess I'm claiming he's my boyfriend when they ask why I'm here because I can't even shadow out right now without waking him up.

gay salt: rip to you, Kageya, but me and Seiko need our beauty sleep.

nat20: so go to sleep, Kageya, you need to sleep.

2:16 PM

Existence Is A Prison

saviour: I'm pre-making some easy meals since they both have facial damage and need softer foods.

farmer toshi: What are you making?

saviour: Well, I have Seiko working on frozen smoothie bags. Kiyomi is helping precook some vegetables and stuff that can be blended down to baby food consistency. Pony's really good at making homemade juice so she's making you juice with lots of protein and stuff so you don't loose too much weight and set your progress back.

ranch flavored jello: Me, Akemi, and Fumikage are making soft food for you both once Toshi gets his wires off. We've been making a lot of soup. We may have gone overboard.

ranch flavored jello: So far we have chicken soup, broccoli and cheese, potato soup, split pea soup, egg drop soup, cheese soup, soft curry, corn chowder, turkey rice soup, ham chowder, cheeseburger soup, creamy meatball soup, chicken cordon bleu soup, chicken pot pie soup, and and miso soup.

farmer toshi: You guys are so sweet. Thank you so much. I wish I could hug you guys right now but they want me in the hospital today for observation.

gay salt: I expect a hug when you come home.

feral cat dad is now online

nat20: DAD'S BACK!

feral cat dad: Hello, dorm children. This is Mr. Yamada, Mr. Aizawa told me to tell you all thank you for making him and Hitoshi food for when they come back on Friday.

pure: It was nothing! We want to help them get better as fast as possible and, to do that, we need to keep them healthy!

feral cat dad: I'll add myself so Shouta can have his phone back.

feral cat dad has added Yamada

farmer toshi has changed Yamada's name to President Megaphone

nat20: Wow, you don't waste a second, do you?

farmer toshi: I didn't when I was attacking villains in the USJ.

schrodinger better run: What happened in there, by the way? My phone went missing yesterday and the day before and I finally found it last night.

farmer toshi: Well, you see, some wannabe criminals calling themselves the League of Villains teleported themselves into the USJ just before we were about to start training and our communal father figure was about to go fight them and all my instinct just told me to follow him so I did.

President Megaphone: Kid, you really don't have to tell them just because you live with them.

farmer toshi: These are basically my adopted siblings, Mr. Yamada. Of course I want to tell them.

farmer toshi: Anyway, so I was fighting thugs and Dad had already gotten to this "Shigaraki" dude who was like their leader or whatever and the fucker decayed his right elbow and I was trying hard to get to him but the fucking cronies wouldn't let me by them.

farmer toshi: Then this huge fucking monster grabbed Dad and hit him into the ground and broke his arms. That thing couldn't be human, it's brain was out and it was like 9 feet tall.

farmer toshi: That Shigaraki fucker spoke to me. I can't even remember what about, but he was mocking me, I can tell. But the teleporter told him they needed to leave because Iida had made it out by that point.

farmer toshi: So this fucker tries to decay either Midoriya, Asui, or Mineta to "break AllMight". But I used the teleporter's voice to brainwash him and that monster hit my head into the ground like he did with Dad for brainwashing its friend.

farmer toshi: I knew Dad was out because the thing had hit his head into the ground again and knocked him out and that thing would try to hurt him again if I didn't do something. So I put myself on top of him because I couldn't lose a Dad I just finally got. But the monster hit my head down again.

farmer toshi: I had finally managed to get up to get me and Dad out of there when AllMight showed up. AllMight put us on a stair landing and I had to get up the rest of the way. Another villain tried to get us while I was getting him up there to get out but I just stabbed her and pushed her down the stairs.

farmer toshi: Mind you, I was running on adrenaline this whole time. So, when the UA teachers came in, I was pretty numb emotionally because I was basically out of steam but I wanted to get Dad out of there so I kept going until Sero and Uraraka helped me up the rest of the stairs while the teachers got there.

farmer toshi: I'm pretty sure Snipe is who caught me but then I just passed out and woke up in the hospital not being able to speak and had a panic attack.

feral cat dad: I've figured out speech to text and I appreciate what you did for me, Hitoshi, but I was worried about you when that thing had me. I don't want you dying to protect me.

farmer toshi: Trust me, I don't plan to nearly die again. The headache was killer and I'd rather never experience that again.

feral cat dad: Good. Now, make sure you rest, kids.

2:15 AM

private chat with Bakugou and Yamada

Bakugou: Look, I know it's late, but my mother kicked me out and she's disowned me because she now wants me to drop from UA and I won't do it. I need somewhere to stay and I know Aoyama and them were talking about dorms yesterday after the USJ incident.

Yamada: It doesn't matter if it's ideal. Head to the school, I'll come get you inside and we'll go for your stuff from your parents' house tomorrow after school and I'm putting a rush order for emergency UA protection for your custody right now.

Bakugou: I think I need Recovery Girl, she got my arms pretty bad. I'm losing blood like crazy and I can barely grab things to keep going but my leg is sprained so I need help moving.

Yamada: We can worry about healing injuries once you're here. Until then, just be safe and get here as fast as you can. If you can't make it here, then I'll come get you.

Yamada: Just keep responding, little listener. How bad are your injuries?

Bakugou: bloodyleftarm.jpg

Bakugou: bloodyrightarm.jpg

Bakugou: sprainedknee.jpg

Bakugou has sent their location

Yamada: Fuck.

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everwitch-magiks · 3 years

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dance with somebody (ch. 25)

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"Oh lord," Bitty whispers to himself. "Oh my goodness."

How long has it been, since the first time he stood in front of the Samwell hockey Haus with a pie in hand, just like this? Four and a half years? No, even longer. Goodness gracious.

He's been able to visit from time to time, since graduation. Providence is close, after all, and the Samwell team will always hold such a dear place in Bitty's heart. It's just, usually, he's come down to watch a game, and always together with Jack. They've stopped by the Haus, of course, have made their rounds and tried to catch up with everyone. Besides, it's not like they don't see many SMH members, former and current, at various other social occasions every so often.

But it's just… Bitty loves coming back to Samwell with Jack, loves reconnecting with their important people and places together. Yet even so, Bitty's relationship with his former teammates isn't quite the same, with Jack added to the equation. Not that going back to the Haus with Jack is bad, or uncomfortable, or anything in between. Not at all. It's just…

Senior year, Bitty became captain. The boys all chose him. Stepping into that role, and leading them through that grueling season, through those excruciating, exhilarating, endless playoffs all the way to actual championship victory, is something that still means more than Bitty can put into words. It was everything. And Jack was there for all of it, yes, he supported Bitty through all of it – without Jack, Bitty isn't sure if he would've held himself together until the end. But while Jack was there, he wasn't there. It wasn't his team.

It was Bitty's.

It's not something that Bitty thinks of as a good thing or a bad thing. It's just the truth. And it probably says something that, when Bitty had hesitantly told Jack that he'd been thinking about making a visit to Samwell on his own, Jack had been completely unsurprised. In fact, Jack's smile had been so knowing, he'd almost looked a little bit smug.

"Of course, Bits. You tell your boys hello from me. Don't spoil them with too much pie, eh?"

Bitty adjusts his bowtie, a little wearily. Gosh. He's actually nervous, isn't he? He has literally no reason to be. It's just the boys, his boys. His home away from home. They'll be happy to see him. Won't they?

Maybe turning up unannounced was a bad plan.

"Bits?"

Bitty almost jumps, he's so startled.

Thankfully, it's just Dex.

"Morning!" Bitty tries for cheerful. It almost works. "I was in the neighbourhood, so. Thought I'd pop by for a bit."

"It's so good to see you, man." Dex is grinning widely as he goes in for a hug. Bitty somehow manages to balance his pie and wrap one arm around Dex, simultaneously. "How long can you stay?"

"Oh, I wouldn't want to impose too much, I'm sure y'all are swamped with homework and practice and-"

"Don't be an idiot. Everyone's gonna be so psyched to see you." Dex's grin softens. "Actually, today, we're-"

"Bitty!"

"Holy shit, Bits!"

"Pie!"

Bitty can't help his smile as Nursey, Tango and Hops tumble out of the Haus. It's debatable, whether or not Nursey has actually managed to put shoes on.

"Careful," Dex mutters as he swiftly takes the pie out of Bitty's hands. "Got your back, there you go."

It's just in time before Bitty is engulfed in something that feels so much like a celly, his heart actually aches.

"Goodness, I've missed y'all." Bitty smiles helplessly. "My, Hops, were you always this tall?"

"Probably," Hops says. He grins widely. "Maybe you just got tinier? Even more itty-bitty."

"Hey, now!" Bitty exclaims. He's grinning, too. Somehow, he has a feeling he'll be doing little else, today. "I'll have you know I'm a perfectly respectable height, Jonathan."

"Come on!" Tango is literally tugging at Bitty's arm in excitement. "This is such perfect timing, we were just-"

"Holy shit. Isn't that Bitty? Hey, everyone, Bitty's here!"

There's the unmistakable sound of a hoard of hockey players sprinting down several flights of stairs, and that's only the calm before the storm.

It takes well over half an hour before Bitty actually makes it inside the Haus.

His heart feels pleasantly warm as he steps into the familiar kitchen. Dex has set his pie to the side of a counter, his aunt’s old curtains are still hanging in the window and someone has managed to keep those plants on the windowsill alive. There's even a couple of succulents that Bitty doesn't quite recognise. Evidently, Bitty's housekeeping ambitions are actually being honored.

Most importantly, though, the kitchen is absolutely bustling with activity.

"We're having a deluxe team breakfast," Chowder is telling him enthusiastically. "Or, well, sort of a team brunch. Except, it's more brunch and lunch, really-"

"And snacks!" someone chimes in. It takes Bitty a second to remember his name – Joseph Lyons, one of the so-called Scones. Bitty has met all of the freshmen before, and he's tried his best to be his usual, charming self and make an approachable impression, but there's certainly something of an endearing flush on the boy's cheeks as he speaks directly to Bitty. "We're actually making baked potato bites, soon as Whiskey's done with the oven. I hope you'll like them!"

"Oh, that's exciting! I'm sure they'll be delicious."

Bitty offers Joseph a somewhat distracted smile. Whiskey? The oven?

He looks further into the kitchen, and… Yes. There's Whiskey. He's mixing something in a bowl, and listening to a boy next to him. A boy who is prattling on about something as he chops vegetables, his brown eyes bright with excitement.

A decidedly unfamiliar boy.

"Hey, Ocean," Nursey says – the boy looks up. "Can I borrow that knife, when you're done?"

"Do we want Derek Nurse with a sharp object in hand?" Ocean asks, just a bit too loudly. He grins as the kitchen at large provides a good round of chirps in agreement. "How about you hand me those tomatoes, Nursey, and I'll take care of them for you."

Bitty watches the boy for a moment longer, his brows slightly furrowed. Ocean seems to fit in quite seamlessly. Did he recently transfer from another school? Or did Bitty somehow actually manage to forget a Scone?

"Hey. Bits."

Whiskey has looked up. For some reason, he's watching Bitty with a certain level of apprehension. Bitty quickly offers him a bright smile.

"It's good to see you," he offers, because it truthfully is. "Jack says hello, by the way."

Whiskey smiles, too.

"Tell him I said hi. I hope you're finding the Haus in a decent enough state?"

"Oh, you best be taking special care of my old room, too," Bitty chirps good-naturedly. "I hope it's to your liking, and all?"

"For sure. You can head up and take a look, if you'd like that trip down memory lane." Whiskey's suggestion sounds surprisingly sincere. "You know the way. Door's unlocked."

"Oh," Bitty says. It hasn't been on his list, exactly, but now that it's being offered… "You know, I'll actually take you up on that."

Whiskey nods towards him, once, before returning his attention to his bowl.

Stepping into his old room feels more than a little bit surreal. It's familiar, of course, but also very different. Whiskey clearly keeps it quite neat – the bed's been made, and it's not too cluttered, overall. There's a Samwell banner pinned to the wall and two eye-catchingly colorful yet discreetly minimalist posters above the desk. It all fits in well with how Bitty remembers Whiskey, on and off the ice – here lives someone with a good amount of discipline, and a simultaneous desire to stand out, and fit in.

On the desk, there's a framed picture of the team from last year's championship victory that Bitty can't look at without getting a lil’ teary eyed. He directs his attention out the window, instead. Unsurprisingly, the view is just the same as ever.

"Changed the decor a bit."

Bitty looks over his shoulder. Whiskey is leaning against the doorway, his hands in his pockets. There's a bit of flour dusted over his sweater in a way that Bitty has no idea how to chirp him for. His expression is almost entirely unreadable.

"It's nice," Bitty tells him carefully. Gosh. This shouldn't be so frightfully awkward. "You look well, Whiskey."

"I'm doing alright." Whiskey steps a bit further inside the room. "Actually, I'm doing better."

"Oh." Bitty tries to smile. Is he supposed to offer a follow-up question? Is this a heart to heart, or small talk? "That's… That's nice to hear."

"Excuse me, sorry." Suddenly, unexpectedly, that boy from before pops in. Ocean. He goes straight for a backpack that's sitting on the chair by the desk. "Just need my charger. I'll get out of your way."

"No, wait," Whiskey says quickly.

The boy stills. There's a moment of eye contact between the two of them that Bitty can't seem to interpret.

"You two should meet."

Whiskey turns back towards Bitty. Slowly, and very deliberately, he places an arm around the other boy's waist.

"Bitty, this is Miguel."

Oh, sweet Mary.

Bitty looks between the two boys, blinking slowly. Of course. Of course.

"Hello." Evidently, Miguel has taken it upon himself to fill out the silence. His smile is, quite frankly, lovely. "Eric Bittle, right? I've heard so much about you."

"Oh, sugar, it's wonderful to meet you." Bitty has recovered enough to extend a hand. He's beaming, and it's probably ridiculous, but he can't quite bring himself to care. "My goodness. Hi. Are you a junior?"

"That's right." Miguel seems to take his enthusiasm in stride. He gamely shakes Bitty's hand. "Me and Whiskey had a class together, this fall."

"And now I can barely get you alone for a minute, given how the whole Haus has collectively adopted you." Whiskey doesn't sound at all bothered by this turn of events. He's got his hands back in his pockets, and he looks quite a bit more relaxed than before Miguel came in. "The Waffles are literally going to all of your games."

"Well, so are you," Miguel says, with a fond smile towards Whiskey. He quickly turns back to Bitty, though. "I'm on the water polo team."

"Isn't that something," Bitty says. And then it clicks. "Oh. Ocean, right?"

"Right." Miguel grins. "We don't really do nicknames in water polo, at least not the same way you lot insist upon, but it's actually-"

"Hey, Ocean!"

There's someone in the doorway. It's… A Scone. One of the Scones. Bitty really must try to visit more often. The Scone looks between the three of them, his expression mildly confused, before he states his business.

"Joyo and Jader need your advice on their potato-ricotta experiment."

"I'll be right there."

Miguel glances at Whiskey for a second, and there's another moment of silent communication. Then Whiskey nods.

Miguel offers Bitty another smile.

"I'm sure we'll have the chance to talk some more, but I believe I really must see to those potatoes.”

His hand touches Whiskey's briefly on his way out. Bitty would never have noticed, unless he'd known to look for it.

Unexpectedly, Whiskey closes the door behind Miguel. He turns back towards Bitty.

For a second, they just look at one another.

"He, uh." Suddenly, Whiskey seems flustered. "He's great. So great."

"I'm glad." Bitty has rarely meant something so much in his entire life. "Am I right to assume that the team doesn't know?"

"That's right." Whiskey actually looks a bit apprehensive. "We don't… I'm not out to my family. Or to many of my friends."

"I'm just so happy that you're happy." Bitty smiles. "And, can I… He's kind of unfairly pretty, isn't he?"

Bitty would never have guessed that Whiskey could smile so gently.

"Yeah. Honestly, he's kind of everything."

"Oh, Connor." Bitty wants to hug him. That would probably be a little much. "Aren't y'all just too sweet."

"I would, um." Whiskey hesitates. He starts over. "Could you not tell Jack?"

Oh.

Bitty feels surprised. And, surprisingly, just a little bit pleased. It's been somewhat unsettling, figuring out bits and pieces of Whiskey's current life through Jack, watching the two of them connect in a way that Bitty was never able to no matter how hard he tried. Still, he's grateful to Jack for trying to help Whiskey, and even more grateful to him for succeeding. Really, he is.

But it's honestly nice to know that Whiskey trusts him with this. To know that, when it comes to this, Whiskey actually trusts him more. Maybe it shouldn't matter, but if Bitty is completely honest with himself, it does.

"Of course." Bitty smiles. "Honestly, I'm so happy you even wanted me to know."

"I did. I really did." Whiskey runs a hand through his hair. "Bits, you… You must know that I have a lot of respect for you."

Bitty stares at Whiskey. He looks so earnest, and there's a depth to his words that Bitty already knows he will always remember. It's one of those moments in life.

"Thank you," Bitty says warmly. "You know, I've never wanted to make you feel like you need to make choices that aren’t right for you. That you’re not comfortable with."

"No, I know." Whiskey shakes his head. "You haven't made me feel that way. I've struggled with this for a lot of other reasons, I guess. The narrative is always about coming out."

"It is. And that's something I've certainly contributed to."

Whiskey actually smiles.

"Sure. But more than that, you've… I've been in this sport for years. And with everything that's happened with you, and with Jack, it's… There's a before and an after. Things are better."

"Oh. That's… Oh." Gosh, Bitty might actually be tearing up a little. When, exactly, did Whiskey grow up so much? "I'm so glad you think so."

"I believe it goes a little beyond my personal opinion," Whiskey says plainly. He's still smiling. It is, quite frankly, unsettling. "Should we, um. I think the Scones might die a little if you helped them with those potatoes. In a good way."

"Oh, I'd love to cook with those sweet boys." Bitty manages a slight grin. "You know… I almost thought Miguel was a Scone, too. Your boy's not really built for hockey, but he just fits in so well, I didn't know what to make of him."

"You sure you wanna talk about being built for hockey?" Whiskey chirps. He sounds almost playful. "I wouldn't, if I were you."

"Hey, now," Bitty admonishes cheerfully. "What happened to having lots of respect for me? Let's go back to that."

"Why don't we go back to the kitchen, instead?" Whiskey suggests. "I kind of need to check on the oven."

"Of course," Bitty agrees quickly. Obviously, the oven needs to take priority. "Is there, um, any chance you could remind me which Scone is Jader? I think I know, but…"

"Jaden Brant," Whiskey supplies readily. "Tall one. In your defense, he's pretty much joined at the hip with Joyo."

"He is, isn't he? Those two…?"

Whiskey smiles.

"Yeah. Those two." He looks away for a moment. "And that's… They're coming in as freshmen, immediately knowing they'll be accepted. No hesitation."

"That's so wonderful."

Whiskey looks at Bitty again.

"You did that," he says simply. "You know that, right?"

"No, I'm…" Dear lord, he's going to cry again. "Their decision to be open can't be only because of little ol' me. It can’t.”

"Maybe not only," Whiskey concedes. "But they chose Samwell for a reason. They knew they'd be safe here."

"Well. That is nice." Bitty wipes at his eyes. "Dear me, I'm… We should… Oven?"

Whiskey nods. His expression is soft in a way that Bitty can't quite put into words.

"Come on. There are literal and figurative scones to attend to."

As they're leaving the room, Bitty feels brave enough for one final, careful question.

"You actually bake?"

"I know," Whiskey says. He sounds… Relaxed. Content, even. "It's not bad. Feels like I'm doing something nice for everyone. You know?"

"Yes," Bitty agrees eagerly. This day is already turning into so much more than he could ever have hoped for. "Believe me, Whiskey. I know."

ch. 26

#check please #omgcheckplease #omgcp #eric bittle #connor whisk #OC: Miguel #all of the scones #literal and figurative #we're really really really nearing the end #there's only one update left #I've been writing this since March it is now December I have a lot of feelings about this #I hope you'll enjoy this and the next part ♡#dance with somebody #evie writes #fanfiction

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nerdlifecentral · 3 years

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Unknown Secrets [3]

Summary: Y/n joins the hunt for the mysterious nephidemon, but she finds out some shocking information that brings them closer to saving this town from the clutches of Asmodeus’ child.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, reader, Gabriel, Castiel, Mick, Ketch, Asmodeus

Pairing: everyone platonic

Genre: Angst, bit of fluff

Word Count: 3,906

Warnings: none :)

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but here it finally is! <3

I pull up next to Baby in front of the small motel. "So we meet again, beautiful." I say lovingly, patting the roof of Dean's beloved car. I walk up to room number 63. The six has a loose screw which makes it look more like a nine, so I hope it really is room 63.

My anxiety is quelled when I see Ketch open the door with a wide, relaxed smile. "Hello, darling. I hope you didn't spend all of last night trying to research just to show off,” he says while giving me a hug and playfully winks, prompting Mick to shake his head from his spot at a small table across from Sam, whose laptop is open and running some sort of crazy code.

"No, not this time. Although I have always been the brains behind the operations when it comes to you two."

Mick let out a chuckle while Ketch simply rolls his eyes and went to lounge on the couch. Sam then gets up, somewhat awkwardly and offers a quick hug.

"So," he starts, "me and Dean tried to dig up anything extra we could have skipped over in either demon lore or any offspring they could produce." I nod for him to continue as he takes a seat and turns his computer towards me. "The only thing that could be a possible lead is the tracking spell Rowena used and there's been a history of weird weather patterns - especially lightning storms for almost forty years. So that means that either Asmodeus or his child has been here for at least forty years."

I rest my chin on my hand and think about what could explain this Prince of Hell living in my town for forty years. I mean, how have I never ran into him or seen anything weird even once?

The door opens and in walks Dean with lots of beer and various snacks, along with a pie that I assume to be cherry.

"Alright, what's the game plan guys? FBI or some basic computer research?" Dean asks, putting away his items and walking over to his bed and plopping down looking at me.

"Sam was just catching us up on the weather stuff y'all found last night." I respond, noticing Sam's open laptop. "Although I think it would make the most sense if Asmodeus was here for, let's say, twenty years, scoping the place out and getting other Hunters to believe that the storms would be normal so no one bats an eye once his child is born, and they could live here for maybe twenty more years, completely undetected."

After a short pause, Mick speaks up, "It is certainly possible and the most likely lead we have. Why else would he want to risk staying in one area for that long?"

Sam sighs and nods in agreement and slides his computer to face himself again.

"So, y/n," Dean starts and I pick my head up and look to him, "has anyone ever seemed off to you or someone you heard of being born thirty to forty years ago?"

I snort a laugh and respond. "You named most of the folks in this town. Most people have grown up here all their lives and don't really have the desire to move away. Not many long term or consistent visitors either."

Ketch stands up from the couch and walks over to Mick snatching a notebook sitting next to him. He says, "alright, who could be the most likely candidates for being this monster, y/n?"

I rubbed my eyes and leaned back, trying to narrow down who to say, but all I could see were faces morphing into each other and names swirling through my thoughts. "How should I narrow it down?" I ask with my eyes closed for a moment, opening them only because of the sound of Sam typing on his computer and Ketch speaking.

"Let's start with anyone especially strange or out of the ordinary, people between thirty and forty who have lived here their whole lives, only children, maybe anyone who doesn't know their parents or their mother died in birth."

I take a deep breath and start naming people that fit any or all of the criteria Ketch described while explaining which characteristics they have as Ketch writes the addresses that I can remember and Sam types up the list.

It takes us a few hours of narrowing down and organizing everyone into sizable chunks and who our most likely hidden monster is. Luckily, everyone lived nearby and Dean brought back some good food choices. Well, as good as gas station and tiny grocery store food can get.

"I vote we get a move on with this list and split up a bit to cover more ground." Ketch suggests.

Sam glances at Dean as he says "Works for me. We going for FBI on this one?"

The group nods as Dean butts in saying, "We'll go through the people in these neighborhoods," he waves his hand over the section towards the east, "and you three can take the rest." He says while pointing at me.

"Alright, let's get ready and get a move on." I say, standing up and walking out to grab some gear. I can’t help but think how odd it is that I have grown up with these people and all this time one of them could be such a horrible, dangerous creature. My palms almost itch with the anticipation of making my town, and the world a safer place. But I can’t help but wonder if we’re making the right decision.

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"Last house will be just to the left of Willow Street.” Mick says from the passenger side, directing Ketch to our final stop before it got too late.

I don’t even know how we’re gonna find this nephidemon at this point. No one we’ve talked to all day has said or remembered anything that would help us remotely. Hopefully Sam and Dean have had some better luck, I think as Ketch pulls up to the curb across from the house.

We all climb out of the car and casually walk up to the front door, Ketch and Mick with their badges and me prepared for the endless complaints this case will earn me from the locals for bringing the feds to their doorsteps. But, if I can possibly help out Mick, Ketch, Cas, and the Winchesters with something like Asmodeus or his freak kids, then it’s worth it. The door opens revealing Fred and his wife, Josie with polite smiles on their faces.

“Hey, Fred and Josie! How have you guys been?” I ask, smiling warmly.

Josie responds for them both. “We’re doing just fine, dear. You should join us for game night next time!”

I laugh and nod enthusiastically, about to explain and introduce the two "agents" beside me when Fred beats me to it. “Who are your friends? They visitors?” he interjects with slightly narrowed eyes and hands shoved in his pockets.

“Of course, my apologies. These are FBI agents McCullough and Morgan.” They both hold up their badges with calm expressions. “They’re old friends of mine and have been looking for someone they think might have been hanging around here for awhile. I figured you both have excellent memories and I was hoping you wouldn’t mind us taking a few moments of your day to help them find a potential suspect?” I slightly tilt my head and try to look as innocent and eager to help as possible. Fred and Josie have always treated me as one of their own children and I certainly hope Ketch doesn’t offend them in any way.

“It’s no problem at all. Very nice to meet you gentlemen. As y/n stated I am Josie Hutcherson and this is my husband, Fred.” Josie, being the polite and kind person that she is, shook hands with Ketch and Mick, welcoming us all inside.

One nice thing about living in a small town is how nothing really changes; not the people, the drama, and not any buildings save for the occasional fresh coat of paint or new lamp. Having something constant is always welcome, especially when it feels like the world is ending.

"What case did you say you were helping them with, y/n?" I'm drawn out of thoughts by Mrs. Hutcherson kindly sitting down across from Mick and Ketch, Fred still choosing to stand near his wife with crossed arms.

"They're trying to track the movement of a very dangerous criminal, they have reason to believe he stayed here awhile back and then left."

Josie smiles at me and turns back to the "agents" to speak, but Fred says, "Uh huh. And why does the FBI want to take up your time in this what I would think would be a highly classified search?"

Fred may mean well, but words were always something he left to Josie. Hopefully he's only put off by Mick and Ketch, I would really hate for them to be hiding this demon kid.

"Y/n here knows almost every person in this town, and from what she's told us she is extremely attentive as well." Mick offers, "We were looking around aimlessly until we met her. My partner actually was interviewing her and she offered to help us look around town for a little bit." He gave a reassuring smile towards Josie and a firm nod towards Fred.

"Now, have either of you noticed anyone strange at all in the past thirty to forty years? They would be extremely charismatic but slightly arrogant as well. And maybe looked something close to this picture." Ketch asks while pulling out a picture of the current vessel of Asmodeus. Even though we aren't sure he was in this vessel when having a kid, it's the best bet we have in recognizing him at all.

Both Josie and Fred denied anyone acting out of the ordinary or ever seeing that picture before. I could tell Mick and Ketch wanted to keep interviewing Josie since she was more open, so I tried to get Fred a little ways away to get through to him better. "I know that you don't really care for the FBI and sticking their noses where nothing has happened, Fred. "He uncrosses his arms with a sigh and a reluctant nod. "But this guy is a really bad guy and they asked me who would be the most attentive people to ask about. And you and your wife were the first I thought of, that's all."

After Fred agrees to be more open to answering their questions, I smile and thank him before walking back out toward the living room where Mick and Ketch are standing up.

"Y/n, I believe we shouldn't take up anymore of these people's time. Thank you both so much for all your help." Mick says with a kind smile and handshake with Josie, then Fred.

"Thank you Josie and Fred, I'll come over when I can," I say with a wave out the door and down the sidewalk. Mick and Ketch also exit and walk back to their car.

"Anything you guys picked up on?" I question, lowering my voice with caution.

Ketch closes his eyes and with a short huff of air responds "Not really. The only odd thing Mrs. Hutcherson mentioned were the persistent lightning storms that drove everyone inside, except for this one time. There was a man and a small child who were outside in the middle of the road, completely unprotected. Just gazing up into the sky for a few hours...."

Thunder, so loud that it feels as though the earth beneath my feet shakes. I look up in wonder as brilliant flashes of lightning take over the dark sky. A warm hand rests on my shoulder, its presence keeping me focused and grounded.

I glance up to the man, who has a prideful smile and warm eyes, and I remember feeling safe despite the chaos and danger surrounding us.

The man speaks, sounding southern and calm. "My daughter, this will be our last night together, I was hoping for more time with you but it's far too dangerous." I tilt my head in question, turning to face him more. He continues, "Someday all of this will seem like a dream for you. That's when your purpose will become clear. And we will be united once again."

I feel tears starting to form, this is my father, he can't abandon me now! "But father, when will that happen? And how long after I remember will I see you again?" He bends down to my level taking both my hands in his.

"I know I will miss you, my child, but I would rather feel this heartache than know you are at risk from Hunters. They are so dangerous and you must always be careful around them. Alright?" I nod my head and hug my father, one last time. I hear him speak once more. "I love you, never forget that." And the whole world goes silent.

I faintly hear voices speaking to me but I couldn't make out what they are saying. I know it’s Mick and Ketch. What on Earth are they doing here? The entire case comes flooding back to me, the Winchesters, Asmodeus, his kid, my strange hallucination. I struggle to open my eyes met with blinding light and someone, Sam, I think, sitting next to me.

"I'm sorry Sam, but there is no way for me to understand why she fainted. She appears to be in good health, not dehydrated, having enough food and energy. I can't find anything wrong." Cas says, slightly leaning his head back from his place at the end of a bed, near a small mirror on the wall.

I try to sit up and ask what's going on, but Sam gently pushes my shoulders back onto the mattress.

"Hey, y/n don’t sit up yet, alright? You've been passed out for a while. Do you remember anything?" Sam speaks calmly and softly, as though speaking too loud may cause me to lose consciousness yet again.

"I remember helping you guys on a case," I start, realizing how quiet my voice is and how hard it is to speak clearly. "You and Dean went to interview some people and Mick, Ketch, and me did the same. I remember leaving their house and walking out to the car..." I trail off, too unsure of how much I should reveal before learning whether it's a weird vision, or... a memory? I shake my head at the thought. It's simply impossible. I glance at Sam then Castiel while saying "I think that's all I can remember, sorry."

Sam gives a gentle smile just as the front door opens, revealing Dean, Ketch, and another person. He's the shortest out of all the men but has a confidence about himself, sandy blond hair that's longer than Dean's but shorter than Sam's, with beautiful whiskey colored eyes.

"Morning, Sunshine. Feeling any better?" Ketch asks, dragging my attention away from the newcomer.

"A little. My brain is still kinda foggy though. What happened?" I ask, looking between Mick and Ketch hoping they can help me discern reality from fiction.

"Well," Mick begins, "we had finished interviewing the Hutchersons and walked out to our car. I told you what Mrs. Hutcherson had told us about seeing a man and a child during a lightning storm, and you fainted."

He explained, taking a seat on my other side. I just stared at him for a while, trying to understand what had happened. I'm not a person who regularly faints, and this simply cannot be a coincidence.

"Okay, um thank you." I say, surprised at how numb I sound. "Also, who are you?" I ask, looking at the strange man sitting at the table with Dean.

He smirks and responds "I'm Gabriel, like the Archangel." He puts his hands next to his shoulders, waving them to mimic flying.

Dean rolls his eyes while Cas stares annoyed at Gabriel's actions. I guess that sort of makes them brothers?

"Naturally. Well, I'm y/n and didn't realize you were joining us." I tilt my head at Mick slightly and he makes a point to stare at Sam across from me.

"Yeah well neither did we." Dean speaks up, glancing at Cas.

The angel sighs and faces me "Gabriel was kidnapped by Asmodeus for his grace, a little over four months ago. Ketch used to work with him and was able to get Gabriel back to the bunker." I look to Ketch who looks down, almost in shame. Then to Gabriel who simply rests his head on his hand and shrugs. Cas continues, "I called Gabriel here since he deserves to be in on taking down Asmodeus, and it certainly won't hurt to have his help."

"But enough about me," Gabriel exclaims suddenly. He looks over to Sam, raising his hands up in question. Why can these idiots never just say what they need to say rather than act all secretive?

Sam takes a deep breath and turns slightly to better face me. "Y/n, I know you're not going to remember everything. But, " he pauses, searching my eyes while being careful to not give anything away.

"But...?" I prompt, looking around only to be met with Gabriel staring with anger towards me. Which is unbelievably rude and unfair, considering how I literally just met him.

"But, are you sure there's nothing else you can remember? Any detail or generic thing?" Sam finishes, with an understanding smile. I don't know what he could mean by that though, I mean, I was passed out for a long time and I don't think people can speak while being unconscious in that sense.

I shook my head no after thinking for a moment. Gabriel let's his head fall back in dramatic fashion while mumbling something under his breath.

"Sorry my answer isn't the one you wanted, Gabriel." His head snapped up and glared at me. What is this guy's problem? "But I barely remember even walking out to the car, let alone any specific details of our last interview."

"You're lying," Castiel said from the corner of the room, a perplexed look on his face. I wanted to ask what he meant but he continued, "you woke up in Ketch and Mick's car and described something very disturbing." I try not to shrink under the angel's condemning gaze; because I actually don't remember waking up at all until being in the motel. The disturbing thing I described, I don't think I will ever be able to forget.

"I don't remember that at all. I had no idea I woke up before five minutes ago."

Gabriel stands up and snaps his fingers in one motion and I immediately find myself in the backseat of the Impala with Castiel next to me.

"What the hell was that for?!" I say trying to steady myself from falling to one side or the other.

Castiel barely spares me a look and explains "Gabriel snapped us both here to have some kind of privacy I assume."

I try to open the door handle but Cas reaches over to grab my arm, and locks the door. He refuses to let go of me whether because of my continued swaying or because he thinks I could outrun him or something.

"Okay, and what exactly are you doing here? I wouldn't think he would want privacy from you if he's saying his piece."

Castiel finally releases my arm but gives no answer, and instead, looks out the window.

I do the same hoping that Gabriel and the Hunters don't take all day.

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(Back in the motel room)

Y/n and Cas had disappeared from the room thanks to Gabriel.

"Really, Gabe? You probably could've just asked them to leave the room for a minute." Sam says, exasperated with Gabriel already.

Gabriel takes a deep breath and slowly walks around the room, in deep thought.

Dean uncrosses his arms, letting them rest on either side of the motel chair while watching the archangel pace the room, waiting for an answer.

"What have you got to say that you didn't feel y/n or Cas should hear then?" Mick stands from the bed and asks, squaring his shoulders and walking towards Gabriel with annoyance.

Gabriel pauses his movements, stopping in front of Mick while saying, "Cas already knows what I'm gonna tell you, that's why he's with y/n right now." He turns back looking at Ketch. "She did just wake up after being knocked out for a few hours and I'd rather not be responsible for a casualty already."Gabriel brushes by Ketch to sit on the spot that he vacated. "And I doubt she would appreciate her being told how probable it is that she is this nephidemon we've been looking for."

The room falls silent as the Hunters process his words.

"And why exactly do you think this?" Sam asks Gabriel, a shocked expression on his face. "She literally volunteered to help us with this case without any kind of convincing from any of us. If she is the nephidemon, then wouldn't she want to get as far away from all of us as possible?"

Gabriel closes his eyes and leans his head against the bed's worn bed frame, "Sam, I can't put my finger on it but when I first saw her, she reminded me of Asmodeus all over again." He slowly opens his eyes, keeping them focused on the ceiling missing the spark within them. I can only assume that kind of trauma doesn’t leave a person - or archangel I guess unaffected.

"Well, try to. We have to figure this out now, or come up with a plan on testing her or something," Dean says, rubbing his temples still trying to understand how y/n could have played them all along. How she could have played Ketch and Mick for even longer.

Gabriel sighed saying, "I don’t know if this will make you feel better, I doubt she knows herself if she's related to Asmodeus. She doesn't act like him at all, and from what you've said she sounded confused, scared even by what happened when she passed out."

The group relaxes but only slightly. "How could she possibly not know?" Ketch thinks aloud, "and why would a single memory or hallucination suddenly reemerge right now?"

Gabriel only shrugs, not really being able to provide any kind of a possible answer or solution. Mick shakes his head and offers "He could have wiped her memory in order to protect her. That is why we initially thought the nephidemon would be here for so long." Dean slowly nods while Sam rubs his eyes in frustration. "And maybe Ketch describing what Mrs. Hutcherson saw triggered part of her memory to come back; why she passed out."

The men sat in silence, mulling over everything Gabriel brought up, before anyone could move to suggest anything further, the archangel snapped his fingers and slowly let his hand drop back down to the bed.

"Figured it might be smarter to ask her about it, maybe search her memory or something." He states, beginning to act a bit more normal, as they wait tensely for y/n and Cas to walk back through the door.

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Not Ready to Make Nice | Sinnie + Tonee

Annie takes Simba up on an invitation that he really didn’t offer her, and some other guests overhear...

@simba-bonfamille-lyons @inperfection-ashlee @foreverydinger

Date: 19 July 2021 TW: A brief (not graphic) mention of murder

ANNIE:

So... there had been a lot more behind that "Wow! Yum!" on Twitter. Honestly, Annie wasn't sure she was even supposed to be engaging with Simba. For, like, legal reasons or whatever. But she was kind of pissed at Mummy anyway for getting herself in enough trouble that she couldn't give Annie more financial help, and she also didn't really care about whatever shit had gone down between Mummy and Simba. Simba was popular and well-liked in town. Annie needed to be on his good side.

So she called the babysitter to look after the kids for an hour (their cuteness could be useful, but the risk factor of them completely trashing Simba's house was too high), stopped by the Moon Market and picked up a prepackaged steak and kidney pie, transferred it to a cute little ceramic dish, and drove over to the address she had managed to wrestle out of an old classmate. Easy.

"Hiya!" Annie said in a chipper, and very American, voice. "I was in the neighborhood and I just couldn't resist. That food on Twitter looked so yummy."

SIMBA

Simba had been cooking all day. Well, most of the day. He'd taken a trip this morning to the local mosque in NTO to deliver meat that he'd bought from the butcher's and to attend prayer with his mum. But, after that, it had been an all day cooking affair. It was holidays like these that he missed Nala most, but he was grateful for all the friends and family he did have.

He was looking forward to seeing everyone later. It was always nice how many people showed up to his Eid gatherings. The show of support from the community was always bolstering. Especially right now, with the Blackwells hanging over his head.

At first, Simba didn't recognize the voice. Or the face. (Was there something off about it? Or had it just been too long?) He had a smile on his face as he turned from chatting with Ashlee, reaching out to take the dish so that he could put it with the rest of the food, but then he recognized who it was and he stopped dead.

"What are you doing here Anastasia?"

TONY

Did Tony celebrate Eid? No. Did Tony like food, especially free food? Yes. Plus maybe he could get in Ashlee's good graces again if he just made himself available to her. It was hard seeing the lack of recognition there in her eyes but there was little he could do about it aside from just... replace it with new memories.

So he sat in Simba's house with a plate of food, on his way to make conversation with Ashlee and Simba, when he heard the voice ring out into the room.

It couldn't be...? Anastasia fucking Tremaine?! What was she doing her?!

"Uh-oh," he mumbled, glancing Ashlee's way.

ASHLEE

Ashlee both kind of hated the open invitation to the house and enjoyed it? She didn't like to seem like she enjoyed it. A lot of the time if people did come it was people she didn't know or didn't like and after socializing and eating for a bit she'd escape either to her room or out with the girls.

She was getting used to it more and more though.

At least until Simba froze in his tracks and the half smile she had on dropped as well. Bristling quickly. She didn't know who this person was but there was very few people that made Simba react like that. Infact she wasn't that sure if she had even since him not interact with a smile for someone that showed up.

And she didn't like being confused.

"Uh-oh what?" Ashlee questioned hearing the kid that walked up to them. What did he know that she didn't?

ANNIE

Great. She had an audience. One thing never changed about Swynlake: nobody could mind their own business. Ever.

But having an audience meant that everyone could see how goddamn gracefully she would handle this. Including the random-ass teenagers watching from the sidelines. Anastasia glanced at them uneasily before she put on her biggest, sweetest smile for Simba.

"Aww, you don't have to be so formal! I actually go by Annie now. Way easier to say." She winked. "But to answer your question, I had a bit of a disaster in my personal life, dunno if you've heard, and I thought I really ought to come back to my roots. Leave the big city, come back to this cute little town and reconnect with the people who made me who I am, you know? I'm so glad you threw this little party. I'd love to catch up."

Maybe those random kids could help her. "Hey there!" she said, waving. "Y'all know Simba?"

SIMBA

Simba's nostrils flared slightly and he had the horrible, irrational instinct to step in front of Ashlee and keep her away from "Annie."

It wasn't, necessarily, fair to Annie. After all, she hadn't even been in town. Already left for college by the time her mother helped cover up his father's death, but her proximity to Rodmilla Tremaine made him uneasy. He had trouble trusting lawyers these days, but he was pretty sure everything that he'd done with InterPride was wrapped up in a neat little bow.

His arrangement with Rodmilla was much less official. He would not be surprised if she'd sent her daughter to try and make amends. To soften him for her own return.

Honestly, he had no idea how much Annie even knew. That didn't make him feel any more hospitable.

"It's not a 'little party', it's Eid. A religious holiday and celebration," Simba bit out. "And this is Ashlee Tomassian, my--" Simba actually wasn't sure what to call her, considering everyone in town already knew her situation "--daughter. And her friend."

TONY

Eesh, the whole room was starting to feel tense. Tony remembered Annie from secondary and, if his memory served, she was not exactly the best companion to most of the school. It had made for some good stories but Tony wasn't sure those were the types of stories that belonged in Simba's adult home.

Now her little American lilt and smile was... unnerving. He glanced at Simba's face and then Ashlee's. Yeah, definitely not a good situation in front of them.

"She's actually a--" Tony stopped his explanation that she was a native to Swynlake both because she answered that herself and then when she turned her sights on the pair of teens.

Y'all know Simba?

Tony grimaced at the question. "Uh... Yeah.. He, uh, taught at the secondary school for a little bit and he's... um... Simba? How do you not--"

Just shut up, Tony.

ASHLEE

There were so many things Ashlee wanted to comment on.

A little party - she didn't celebrate Eid but she knew better than to call it a little party. Especially when she knew how important this was to Simba. That's after all why she was here and why she tried to learn about it.

The causality of 'y'all know Simba' Of course Ashlee knew Simba, she was insulted for a moment this woman didn't even know who she was. How did anyone in this town not know Simba.

Her lackadaisical mannerism. For someone who put Simba on guard, that was what bothered her the most.

And not that Ashlee ever slouched but she stood taller, a cat ready to hiss. That familiar defensiveness that caused her to lash out, to fight (with words at least).

But just for a moment Ashlee's defenses fell glancing up at Simba's introduction of her. It wasn't a word they ever used but she wasn't mad at it. She softened just for a moment. But then it was back up again because who was she truly? To walk in like this.

"I don't think there's anyone in this house that doesn't know Simba." Ashlee agreed glancing at the guy trying to place his name. He was her friend as per Simba and she would keep face and go with it better to not disagree with the person you were fighting with.

ANNIE

Anastasia could sense the hostility. She wasn't oblivious. Even the more subtle callout coming from the kids. Well, fine, she thought. she would just have to kill them with kindness. After all, what did a couple of uni kids know about her?

Unless Simba talked about her. Jeez, could that be possible?

High road, Annie, she told herself.

"Riiiight, my b! Who doesn't know Simba?" she laughed, maybe a little too loudly. "Good to know you run this town just as much as ever. A regular Mr. Mayor, aren't you?" Anastasia looked around at the rest of the crew. "Allllrighty then, are we gonna hover in doorways like vampires at a cookout or should we get this party started?"

SIMBA

Simba had glanced at Ashlee, feeling weird because they'd never really discussed that and it was kind of a big thing and he didn't want her to think he was trying to replace or erase anyone in her life. It was just--he cared about her as more than a ward or a responsibility. It wasn't as easy as it was with Kiara, who was and always would be his cousin. Though their relationship was obviously more complicated that.

Yallah, this was not what he needed to be thinking about right now.

Instead, he watched this Tremaine try to take a step further into his house and he felt himself bristle.

"I think it's best if you left, Annie," Simba told her firmly, though he kept his voice low. He didn't want to make a scene, but he also did not want a Tremaine in his house. Simba had spent the last four years trying to learn forgiveness and finding it almost impossible. Not that he blamed Annie, but he had no idea what her motivations were and he would not take any risks.

TONY

Tony wondered if Anastasia had ever learned how to read a room because her current behavior pointed to no, not really.

Simba was clearly tense, a sight that wasn't common here in Swynlake, and Tony couldn't help the messy teen energy inside him that was a little intrigued by that.

What? No one ever said Tony was mature!

"Hey, Ashlee, isn't this holiday about community? I, uh, don't know if bringing bad energy in here is a good idea, do you?"

ASHLEE

Okay maybe this kid was okay, she really did need to figure out who the hell he was? Maybe in Nemo's grade? Maybe a new transfer? That was something to worry about later.

Smirking Ashlee grinned at him and then up at Annie "I wouldn't think so. I'm already feeling the mood drop in general. Instead of coming in it might be better to head out and get fresh air. Plus if *My Dad *doesn't think it's a good idea for you to stay I imagine a lot of people in here might think the same. Don't you?" She really wished she had his name at the moment that would be helpful.

Ashlee also probably didn't need to throw that title in there but it worked. And Ashlee knew the power of words and there was nothing that this woman could say that would change her mind as long as Simba wanted her out of the house.

ANNIE

Anastasia looked from Simba to his two little minions and back to Simba. Well. She had at least expected him to be polite, maybe a little passive-aggressive. So the comments caught her off guard, and for a moment, Anastasia's jaw dropped.

But just as quickly, she put on that same sugary smile as ever.

"I'm not gonna lie, I'm mighty hurt. I guess I got a little too used to southern hospitality," she said, then giggled in that tinkling tone of hers. "Y'all enjoy the pie, alright?"

SIMBA

Simba, honestly, wished that Ashlee and her friend weren't here. If they weren't, he could've handled this a lot more firmly. Told Annie exactly why she wasn't welcome. Made it clear that if she approached his husband or Ashlee or any one else in his family, or went snooping around InterPride, he would make it his business that she left Swynlake as soon as possible.

Also, he didn't need kids sticking up for him and getting caught in the crossfire. He remembered how cruel and cutting all the Tremaines could be with their sharp tongues. Simba had underestimated them for petty once before. He wasn't going to do it again.

This also meant that her smile caught him off guard, some of his anger deflating. He hated when people messed around with people like this. It made him feel like he'd overreacted, or was making things up.

Also, he was pissed that he couldn't enjoy the fact someone had called him Dad and meant it. (Kiara used to do it, but mostly as a joke.)

His eyes stayed hard. "I'm sorry you feel that way," he said, his voice betraying that he didn't feel that sorry at all. "Ashlee, go put the pie on the table, please. I'll escort Annie out."

TONY

Tony couldn't stop his own grin from spreading at Ashlee's quick and sharp tongue coming out. It felt like forever since something like this had happened.

This wasn't to take away from the clearly strong familial moment that was happening with the pressure of this situation but Tony felt like it was probably better not to focus on that given... not his circus not his monkeys, you know?

"Someone was real quick to forget how Swynlake works," Tony chuckled at Annie's confession of feeling slighted. "I can help you with that, Ashlee."

ASHLEE

Poor thing. Not.

"Someone was real quick to forget they are not entitled to someone's forgiveness or hospitality." Ashlee agreed daring Annie to say something about it for just the second Ashlee had left in this conversation while she took the dish from Simba. If only they could just toss the food but that wasn't what Eid was about. So fine she would put it on the table. "Bye bye Annie."

Nodding her head for the guy to follow with her.

With just enough distance. "Sorry what's your name again?

ANNIE

This was going to be a lot harder than Anastasia had thought. Maybe she had jumped in too quickly. Maybe she should have started out small, rather than chasing down the lion's den (heh) from the start. Anastasia didn't get it. Should she not have made the vampire joke? These Gen Z kids were so particular about that stuff nowadays...

Or maybe it was just that they trusted Simba.

She waited for the kids to leave before narrowing her eyes at Simba. "Simba Lyons, I have been nothing but pleasant and kind to you," she said simply. She wasn't going to beg for him to let him stay. Anastasia had a little bit of pride left. But she felt the need to point that out. "I'll be going soon, I promise, but we really can't let bygones be bygones?"

TONY

Tony snickered as he stood from his seat. Honestly, he'd missed being a petty teen sometimes. Stretching his Mean Kid Energy for just this moment felt refreshing.

When was the last time he'd gotten in a fight? Had it been Phineas? Damn, that had been awhile.

"Later, Annie!" He called over his shoulder as he fell into step behind Ashlee. His heart gave a pang at the question despite knowing it was coming.

"Tony, Tony Rydinger. I'm an upper sixth form."

ASHLEE

That made sense and why Ashlee didn't really recognize him. She wouldn't if she was about two years ahead of him.

"Ashlee Tommassian. Though it sounds like you already knew that. Thanks for jumping in and helping there. I don't really know the story but if she pissed off Simba, she deserves whatever she's getting." Ashlee mused setting the dish on the table among the many many other dishes. "Did you want to grab something or maybe try to listen in some more?"

SIMBA

"It's Bonfamille-Lyons now," Simba corrected her swiftly.

He kept his body blocking her from being able to walk off the dias. Simba didn't often use his larger frame to intimidate. He knew that he was tall and broad and that he could easily look threatening to others. (Not to mention how some people might just assume it based on the color of his skin.) He always walked tall and proud, but his movements were always loose and easy.

They weren't now. He was drawn up to his full height, shoulders straight and lowered. His arms were crossed over his chest.

"And no, we can't. I would prefer if we just stayed out of each other's way, if you are planning on being in town for an extended period of time. And stay away from Ashlee and my husband. And especially my mother. She doesn't need any reminders about what your mother did." He kept his voice low, away from prying ears.

He didn't do this for Anastasia either, but because he didn't want everything that had happened dragged back up. His failures, how blind he had been, how easily manipulated.

TONY

"Right, uh, you're friends with Nemo and Ian. Ian's my roommate." He explained swiftly. It was the easiest way to wave away the odd fact he knew about her. He had connections.

"It's nice to actually meet you, though. They both have a lot of nice things to say about you." He glanced at the food on the table then shook his head. "I mean, I definitely wanna find out what Simba and Annie are doing out there. She's gonna be a menace I'm sure!"

ASHLEE

Ashlee nodded at the names, for a moment she actually felt bad she didn't know him or even of him, after all if he knew Nemo and Ian, the latter enough to live with him. Then again Ian was friends with Eilonwy and Ashlee was still struggling on her insistence of being friends. It made her bristle feeling like Eilonwy wanted something more. That her kindness was fake.

At least Tony had a little mean streak in him.

"They better or they would get an earful from me for spreading lies." Ashlee grinned. "If we want to be sneaky it's best to head around the back and just listen from the side of the house."

ANNIE

Anastasia couldn't keep this up much longer. It was so much easier to fight with people online like this, where they couldn't see your face, or to fight with the other moms at playgroup back in Nashville. At least everyone had the sense to pretend like they were being nice while, underneath, they wanted to rip you apart.

But there was only so much of Simba's direct approach that Anastasia could take.

Her voice dropped a few octaves, and her old accent crept in slightly as the facade dropped. "You leave my mother out of this. You and your little company already succeeded in ruining her life, so you don't need to go ruining mine, too by turning this town against me." Anastasia stuck her chin in the air stubbornly, her expression shifting to an ugly scowl. "Fine, though, I'll stay out of your way. But I would appreciate if you would have the decency not to humiliate me in front of the children. Seeing as I'm not going anywhere. I live here now, and I'm going to get my life back. You're not getting in the way of that.”

TONY

Tony nodded, glad to follow Ashlee's lead. It was nice not to be the one in charge of a situation. He'd been befriending way too many introverts as of late. Spending time with Ashlee and her friends was a whole different experience to what he was dealing with here.

"Oh Ian's anything but untruthful," Tony chuckled. "Perfect. You show me the way and I'll keep quiet. I feel like this town is so boring sometimes for drama."

ASHLEE

It had been a long time since Ashlee had snuck around. Unlike her old home Simba and Berlioz gave her the freedom she needed as long as she was vocal with them and she was, never feeling the need to not be. Anything she asked or brought up they listened. Even if it was far inbetween. And she was still nervous to do so.

"You're not making the right type of friends if you're looking for drama. Secondary has probably gotten much duller as of late."

But that didn't mean she wasn't good at it. Quick and light on her feet and everyone was busy talking to really pay attention to two kids slipping out the back.

TONY

"You're telling me!" Tony sighed wistfully. "Honestly might need to stir some shit myself if I want to stay awake in school this year," Tony complained.

This was something he couldn't really complain to Ian about because his more soft-around-the-edges friend was not the type to understand this feeling.

He leaned close to the wall as they both headed to where they could snoop on the feuding adults in peace. He winked over at Ashlee conspiratorially.

SIMBA

Ah, there it was.

Simba didn't feel even a little bad, In fact, he was relieved that she was showing her true colors. It made all this so much easier for the both of them.

"I won't get in the way of it as long as I don't have any reason to," Simba told her. After all, he could recognize that Annie might have had nothing to do with everything. She had been young when Mufasa had died. Hardly even an adult. And it wasn't like Rodmilla to involve her precious daughters in her criminal dealings.

"But let me make one thing extremely clear: your mother ruined her own life when she knowingly covered up a murder, so don't blame me for her moral failure."

ASHLEE

Ashlee settled herself against the corner of the house, she didn't need to turn around to know Simba's voice though for a moment she did think she needed to double check he was the one talking.

She knowingly covered up a murder? Ashlee mouthed to Tony. What the fuck had actually happened, who covered up what and were they in jail was the important piece.

TONY

Tony's eyes widened at the words. Honestly he had some... guesses... but also this was Swynlake and shit happened all the time so trying to guess who was murdered seemed like rushing to conclusions.

He shrugged at Ashlee, just as confused and concerned about what could be happening.

ANNIE

Jeez. Well. If Simba was going to just put it out there like that, Anastasia wasn’t going to hold back either.

She didn’t like the word “murder.” It was so dramatic.

“She did what she had to do,” Anastasia said vaguely, because she wasn’t sure if people might overhear and wouldn’t that be the final disappointment, for Anastasia to land Mummy in jail. How fitting. And... Anastasia didn’t really know the details anyway. But corruption and scandal was part of the Tremaine family history, like any other core value. “You don’t know what it’s like to be her. Or me, for that matter. Life isn’t all sunshine and roses, and sometimes when an opportunity presents itself, you gotta take it. And I’m sorry people got hurt, but that’s... life.”

Not exactly the idealistic, cheery image Anastasia put forth online. But cynicism didn’t rake in the money or influence the way her optimistic go-getter attitude did.

ASHLEE

Ashlee actually felt like she was going to be sick. To speak so casually of murder, to chalk it up to that's life it reminded her too much of her own Dad. Who cared about who was hurt if it meant the end result was what you wanted.

And maybe that was hypocritical of her considering her own past and her part in what she had done with the girls but this was just frightening. But there was a difference, Ashlee at least liked to think there was a difference, she wasn't as bad at this woman. (Who sounded different? Was that in her head?)

SIMBA

Simba's hand clenched into a fist by his side. He felt his anger spike--a wild thing inside of him, so loud it was almost frightening. It made him want to reach for a drink. Thankfully, there wasn't any inside and he couldn't disappear from his own party.

Besides, he wasn't going to break his sobriety streak for a Tremaine.

Nor was he about to get in a physical altercation on his door step. Though, he wanted to. No doubt.

How could she--

That's life? People got hurt? His father had been murdered. Taken away from him and he had blamed himself for years because of Annie's mother. She had ruined his life just as much as Taka had.

"Get off my property," he snapped at her, his voice rising up enough that he was sure people through the open door behind them could hear it. He refused to shout, but it wasn't far off.

He had plenty of more choice words for Anastasia Tremaine, but it was a holy day and he had a family and friends and community to celebrate. Even if this conversation had put him in a black mood and he just wanted to go upstairs and lock himself in his room.

TONY

Tony felt anger flare in his own chest at Anastasia's words. He couldn't imagine anyone saying that that was just life. Excusing literal murder! He thought back on anything he knew of Anastasia or her family. In truth he had paid little attention to the girl in secondary and now he was seriously regretting it if he was missing this information.

This can't be happening, right? He mouthed to Ashlee. Tony couldn't help but feel a little frightened. If they were dealing with someone that unhinged was it wise to leave Simba alone with her? Was it wise to be eavesdropping on her?!

ANNIE

Anastasia knew Simba hated her family’s guts. But she only knew it in a vague sense. All the shit with Taka had gone down while she was back in Nashville, and it had only affected Anastasia in the sense that now Mummy couldn’t take the whole family on vacations to Nice and Aruba and Switzerland anymore because of her stupid new nonprofit job. The way Anastasia saw it, the details didn’t really matter, but the reality was that Simba had taken something from her that she believed she was entitled to.

But Anastasia wasn’t good in confrontations the way Drizella was. Anastasia’s style of fighting was subtler, quieter. If Drizella were here, maybe she would have a cutting line or a scary threat. All Anastasia had was her practiced ability to shut down her feelings.

She took a step back and stared at Simba, nodded, and then smiled. “Enjoy the party,” she said, the twang returning to her voice. “I’ll see y’all around.”

And with that, Anastasia turned on her heel and returned to her car, hoping Simba didn’t notice the slight tremble in her gait.

ASHLEE

Ashlee wished she didn't know, she wished she could have gone on believing this was some stupid petty drama, it was as simple as a 'my fam doesn't like this person so i don't like this person'. But this ran so much deeper than she could have thought.

Shaking her head Ashlee struggled to form words. I don't know but we should go. it was just go where? Simba would come in soon, Where was Berlioz, hopefully he could help Simba cause that was heavy and Ashlee was not the one with the ability to help. They could escape to her room? Yeah that was probably best. Grabbing Tony's hand she pulled him back toward the back door and swiveled up the stairs quickly. "What the hell was that????"

TONY

Oh his head was reeling at this whole experience. He blinked when Ashlee grabbed him but allowed the tug to lead him inside once again. He hadn't been to her room in Simba's before so it was somewhat of a jarring moment of him realizing this was a big deal.

"I don't know! I knew she was from Swynlake and her family had some beef with people but not that!" He admitted. "She was known as kind of a bitch but not a murder-excusing bitch!"

ASHLEE

Ashlee didn't even know what to say, she really wished they hadn't done that. It kind of gave her the creeps and it was way too close of a comparison to her Baba for her.

"We can't say anything. We don't know what the hell any of that meant or how it effects Simba." Tony better not open his mouth and spill unless they knew more.

TONY

Tony took a deep breath to try to steady himself. When he had said this year was going to be boring he hadn't considered finding out about literal murder. And now Ashlee was expecting him to keep this between them?!

"Jesus, yeah, I get it. What are we gonna do, though? Are we just, what, waiting to find out what's going on?" He shook his head. "You okay?"

ASHLEE

"Nothing, Whatever that was is old and dark and does not need to be touched by us." Maybe not even that old considering she was maybe Simba's age. But she knew they knew too much. Maybe she would find out from Simba at some point, or maybe not but she wasn't letting Tony in much. What she knew was that Simba was good and she trusted his judgement on whatever the hell that was.

TONY

Tony frowned at Ashlee's words. It seemed like the sort of response that was, well, responsible and adult... and Tony, despite all of his efforts, wasn't really either of those things. He wanted to investigate, wanted to do something to get to the bottom of.

"I... guess so... I mean.. I s'ppose we're still... young." Don't think about how long you've been on Earth, Tony. "Jesus.."

ASHLEE

"It's not about being young, it's about getting involved in whoever covered a murder. I'm a performance major, you're a secondary kid. We're not equipped to handle that. And I already went through one shit storm involving the courts. I sure as hell don't want another. Not to mention Heresay, the fact we don't have the whole story and its not like we can just walk up and ask someone." Maybe she could, but she didn't think she had a right. "It's not like I believe Simba is part of a massive cover up." (Hopefully) "So it might already be dealt with, you know."

TONY

Tony didn't like the response, didn't like the way he knew Ashlee was right. He took another steadying breath because, really, she was entirely correct. They were kids despite... every complicating part of Tony's life and curse.

"Yeah, right, of-of course.. Yeah, um, Simba's resourceful and-and powerful... If he had any way of settling this he would. We just gotta... trust the adults." Sure, that wasn't Tony's strong suit but he could try. "Are you okay, though? Like, is there.. anything I can... do for you?"

ASHLEE

Ashlee really hoped it was as simple as it was already taken care of. She really really did. Flopping down on her bed Ashlee sighed covering her eyes. No more spying for her. It wasn't worth it, if this was the outcome. Especially considering she didn't know if she could hid it on her face when she eventually faced Simba.

"It's fine I'm fine. we should just wait a few and head back down. Worse comes to worse they think we're making out or something up here." Which no but it was the lessor of a few evils right now.

TONY

"Gotcha..."

Tony sat down on the floor beside the bed so he wouldn't crowd her. This was ridiculous. Swynlake constantly churned out so much drama! He supposed he shouldn't be freaked out but it was.. jarring.. to see people he'd gone to school with involved in such heinous things.

"Well I would hope Simba has more faith in you than that," Tony laughed softly, a little forced. "But I can see where the concern comes."

ASHLEE

"Probably if only cause I've had a few dates with Michael since prom." And Ashlee was not the cheating kind or even had enough people she was interested in anyway.

Ashlee sighed looking up at her ceiling. Did she ask Simba or not was the question now.

#i ended it there bc they kind of started talking about other things hope that is ok #and that seemed like a good stopping point for plotty stuff #simba #ashlee #tony #not ready to make nice

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