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[wormstacheangel]

Day 21: Fear

Word Count:1862 

Summary: Dean brings Cas back from the Empty. Great now he has anxiety. (light hurt/comfort)

Catch up on all my suptober days Here!

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When Dean finally rescued Cas from the empty he expected a happy reunion. He expected a strong hug like the first time he had escaped. He expected a long awaited kiss and repeated confessions that weren’t said with sorrow or heartache. He expected to find the same Cas that was taken from him but that’s not what they found.

Cas was left awake, alone, and in complete darkness for months on end. 

So when Dean went into the empty, ready to wake up the love of his life, he found Cas curled in on himself. Staring blankly out into the void of nothingness. He was whispering something so softly and quickly that Dean couldn’t pick up on the actual words but it sounded familiar. Almost like he was humming a song.

Dean tried to get him to stand up on his own but that idea was quickly trashed as he realized Cas hasn’t even been looking at him but past him. Somewhere far into the distance or locked in his mind. He still wasn’t sure but he picked up the little angel with whatever desperate strength he did have and dragged him back to the portal.

Back home.

The bright light seemed to startle him and he started to shove Dean away. Dean then took off his jacket and placed it over Cas’s head to calm him as he slowly walked through the portal and into the bunker’s library where Jack, Rowena, Eileen, and Sam were waiting for them. 

Soon they realized that Cas’s welcome back party will be pushed back as Cas clinged to Dean. Still hidden under the jacket. In the darkness. 

Cas didn’t cry. He didn’t really change his expression much as he only laid in Dean’s bed with the lights off. Well all but one lamp on the desk where Cas likes to stare at. He squinted at it at first but he must have gotten used to it. Making a dissatisfied noise whenever Dean makes a move to turn it off. 

He still did that rapid talking or singing whenever they were alone, when it was just a little bit too quiet. It made Dean wonder if Cas knew he was out of the Empty. Especially during those times when he would stare right past him, unblinking with cold eyes. 

It was only the second week in when Dean broke down. He didn’t mean to. He was trying so damn hard to keep it together especially in front of Cas. But one night he just lost it. Maybe it was lack of booze in his system that didn’t knock him out right away or maybe it was how Sam came up to him about a case. It pissed him off more than it should have. The fact that Sam even believed for a second that he would leave this bunker while Cas was like...well the way he was, just gave him enough of an excuse to raise his voice at someone. Eileen had to step in and tell him too cool off. 

So Dean went to his room. He changed into his pajamas and  climbed into bed besides Cas. He wrapped his arms around the angel and spooned him from the back as he opened his mouth to wish him a goodnight. Every night he has been saying Goodnight, Cas. I love you. but something in him just broke.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry it took me so long to go get you. Please come back, Cas. Please. We missed- I...I missed you. I missed you so much, Cas." No response. Dean lets out a shaky breath but hides his face in Cas's back. "I love you. Come back to me soon, okay?"

The only response Dean got was a squeeze of the hand and that was enough hope for the future. Enough to make Dean let out the tears that were burning his eyes.

As the days went on Cas really didn’t change. Literally and figuratively. He was still an angel so there was no need for him to shower or brush his teeth but Dean swore that Cas’s facial hair was growing. 

They did learn a couple of things as the days went on. 

One, peace and quiet was not what they strive for. It seemed to only bring Cas anxiety and his humming or singing became much more louder and desperate. They fixed that problem with a Bluetooth speaker that was constantly playing music in the background, a playlist Jack made mixed in with a playlist Jack helped Dean make. It made the humming stop and Cas started to roll over in bed. He even sat back against the headboard with his eyes closed a few times.

A month after Cas got back Dean's phone died in the middle of the night and the silence must have gotten to him. He covered his ears while he started muttering to himself again. Dean woke up and pulled Cas to his chest as he started to softly sing to him in his still half asleep phase. He didn’t know why that was his first instinct but he went along with it cause it started to calm Cas down. Then for the first time Cas held him back. Tucking his head right under Dean's jaw and relaxing.

Dean tried not to stiffen at the touch or sob, if he was being honest, because he was busy singing. 

Two, always have a light source on. The lamp was the first one they had. Cas always wanted it on but it bothered Dean all the time when he wanted to sleep. So they bought a cool starlight projector, Sam’s idea, that kept the light on the cement ceiling and not on Dean’s face. Cas seemed to enjoy it as he laid on his back watching it all night, letting Dean curl up on his side as he slept. 

Three, never leave Cas alone. Obviously. Nobody wanted to leave Cas alone for more than a minute if they could help it. So they made plans to keep him company at all hours of the day. Of course, they weren’t crowding him. They all came in one by one, except for Dean who would say, “This is my room I get to come and go as I damn well please.”

Sam liked to sit by Cas's side and talk nerd like they usually would while he cleaned his guns or did research to help another hunter. He would even pause during the one way conversation as if to give Cas some time to answer or try to imagine what Cas would say in that situation. Sam was always calm while he tried to keep it as normal as possible while Cas just stared at him, sometimes his eyebrows knitted together and Dean had to excuse himself as he felt his chest tighten up.

Eileen sat by his side and watched shows she liked while she talked to Cas instead of sign so that he could hear her voice. But even then she didn’t talk much but she did pet his hair as she sat on the chair by the bed. Both quietly watching the show from Sam’s laptop. 

Jack came in the most next to Dean and liked reading to him or talking about how his skills as the new God have improved.

"Dad, I hope you'll be proud of me." Jack once whispered to Cas who was having a bad day, checking out more than usual as he stared off into the distance. Eyes wide and almost screaming. 

It was almost the end of the second month when another big Cas mile-stone happened. Jack was laying in bed with Cas while Dean was at his desk cleaning his guns obsessively again. Jack read him a book he bought during his recent trip to the bookstore with Eileen, it was a Star Wars story. 

Jack was getting into the book as he read slower but louder during a big fight scene. He got so excited that he even jumped up and looked back at Cas, "Did you hear that, Dad? He won!"

Cas smiled back at him. An actual smile and Dean almost dropped the piece of gun in his hand while Jack froze, his shoulders relaxing while he scrunched up his lips as if trying to hold back his cry.

Instead he quietly  composed himself as he asked, "You want me to read the rest?"

Cas only blinked at him, keeping the small smile, so he took it as a yes. Jack sat besides him again with a bigger smile plastered on his face as he rested his head on Cas's shoulder to continue reading. Dean didn’t miss when Cas tilted his head down to rest his cheek on Jack’s hair. 

He had to excuse himself again.

After that day Cas slowly started to open up a little more. 

Once Dean woke up with Cas gone and he was already in full panic, his shoes on the wrong feet and jacket sloppy put on as he called out for Sam. Then he found Cas in the kitchen trying to make coffee. He turned towards Dean and gave him the smallest of smiles but it filled Dean with such relief that he just dragged himself to Cas’s space. Opening his arms up to bring Cas into him and he fell against Dean without a second thought. 

Then Cas kept walking around the bunker. The library, Dean’s room, the Dean-cave, and the kitchen were his favorite places to just sit in. He always had Dean’s headphones on, softly playing music, just in case it went quiet and it took awhile for him to be able to walk around without those. 

It was the fourth month when Cas wished Dean a goodnight first and then added,  “I love you, Dean.”

Dean fought the lump in his throat but Cas instantly pulled him. Letting Dean rest his head on his chest while Cas wrapped his arms around him. He had so much he wanted to say to Cas just to hear his voice again, anything to hear his voice again, but instead he kissed Cas’s chest.

“I love you, too.”

Days came and went. Sometimes it seemed like Cas was getting better as he talked a little bit more but then those days will come when he would just stare off into the stars on their ceiling. Not moving an inch or bothering to fake breath like he liked. Those days the music was a little louder and Cas held on to Dean a little tighter.

“I don’t want to go back. Please,” Cas pleaded as he stared wide eyed at the darkness in the corner of their room. As if he was having a nightmare with his eyes wide open.  “Please don’t make me…I-I don’t want to be in the dark again.”

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, Cas. I got you. Nobody’s taking you away from me ever again.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

That’s how Cas became human. Then the real nightmares started but at least one fear was lifted off his shoulders. The Empty can never take him again.

#suptober20 #Destiel #Deancas #Supernatural #SPN #A More Profound OTP #My Writing

[5-falsehoods-phonated]

Requested as a continuation of a headcannon by @hhh-angels if Logan had OCD and used plants to cope, with sprinkled in Logicality. Here is a one shot that was supposed to a lot shorter but I have no self control.

Wilting

Warnings: OCD, emotional break down, dead plant. If there's other let me know.

Trigger warnings: compulsive checking, emotional break down.

Ships: logicality

Word count: 2,496

"I gotta say Specs, I'm almost jealous that this is your room and not mine. Never pegged you for a Nature Nerd."

"Lay off Princey, we all have our habits."

Logan hummed in amused agreement from his place at his desk, smiling as a light breeze ruffled through the papers on its surface though not hard enough to send his organization to the literal wind. His room had been a collaborative effort after Patton had encouraged him to open up to the others more, making voicing his needs and breaching communication gaps much easier with the supportive side at his back. Roman had been the first to know, as Logan did not have the creative powers to make the changes he wanted. With minimal teasing, the princely side had "fulfilled his royal duty as a dear friend" to help make the layout changes he had been struggling to realize. Now his room was completely transformed and he absolutely loved it.

The shelves full of books and binders were still there, but now their sides were crawling with carefully maintained vines of every variety. Wisteria climbed up the sides of a shelf closest to him, while a grape vine had steadily curled up towards the ceiling in a corner, supported by carefully placed pegs embedded in the walls. The door was framed by a hyacinth bean vine that had already started to flower thanks to the power of the mind scape. His ceiling was taller, reaching 10 feet around the right edges of the room to accommodate for the climbing plants, glow in the dark star stickers still stuck to the plaster. Beyond that however, it faded into infinity.

The way Roman had reconstructed made it so a controlled portion of the imagination was contained within his room, a feat he was quite proud of and had offered to work into the others' room as well if they wish. This meant that the ceiling faded into an expanse of sky that loosely mirrored outside reality, going so far as to mimic an impossibly clear sky at night in which the colors of the galaxy could be on full display. This also meant there was room for a wide expanse of flowers that thrived better in an outside environment, and trees as far as the eye could see in every variety from cedars to cherry blossoms, though he hadn't ventured too far yet. Closer to his actual room he still kept and maintained his succulents on another shelf, the one Patton had gifted him so long ago still growing strong and placed proudly in the middle.

Logan was brought back from his thoughts as he felt a warm hand lay itself gently on his shoulder, prompting him to look up into the face of his loving boyfriend. They had established a tentative relationship after Patton had been led into his room for the first time for an impromptu thank-you-for-starting-my-plant-obsession cuddle session. His obsessive checking was still there, Logan realistically didn't expect it to go away so suddenly, if at all. But the stress that came with it was practically non-existent, especially once he entered his room to care for his lovely greenery. He felt more at ease, more heard, more cared for, than he had in years, and he had Patton to thank for easing him into a less stressful routine the way that he had.

Patton leaned forward and plucked the pen out of Logan's hands, spinning the chair around as he did and plopping down in his lap. "No more work, Lo. Enjoy the scenery."

And Logan really couldn't object to that could he? Late afternoon sunlight lit up the room, Roman was busy sketching something or other into a thickly bound and worn book, and Virgil was resting quietly under one of the trees nearby, face relaxed as he let the rooms ambience wash over him. Roman really had outdone himself.

Logan leaned back in the chair, wrapping his arms around Patton's middle and dragging him back with him to rest his chin on his shoulder. Patton giggled quietly as he adjusted slightly to make them both more comfortable, finally relaxing all the way to enjoy the fragrant breeze blowing around them.

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"Hey, Lo? I think this one might be wilting."

Logan jerked his head back from where he had been carefully testing the soil saturation of his cactuses, quickly making his way over to Patton who had been helping water the controlled garden at the edge of his room. Yellow lilies were growing in this particular section, the one in question had turned a pale brown in color, its sickly stem barely able to hold itself up. It was clear it was past the point of saving, though with his careful care he couldn't fathom how its suffering had escaped his notice for so long. His hand tapped a nervous rhythm on his thigh, a steady 1 2 1 2 count that calmed his anxiety somewhat.

"That's...only natural, I suppose. Things die, I hadn't expected them to in the mind scape but I suppose Roman paid close attention to detail when making this, which I cannot fault him for."

Patton eyed him closely. "Are you sure?"

"Of course." The small lie slipped out easily, making him wince slightly. It really wasn't that big of a deal...at least it shouldn't be. It was just...he was so careful, and he knew Patton was as well, and the flowers were so pretty and were growing so healthily but...it didn't matter. Plucking it gently out of the bed , he waved it away and patted over the place it had once stood, smoothing out the dirt neatly. "There. No harm done."

Patton still looked worried, but wisely decided not to say anything.

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Over the course of two weeks flowers continued to wilt in and out of the contained garden space. It really shouldn't have mattered but Logan didn't understand what he could be doing wrong. The routine hadn't changed, he'd done countless hours of research trying to figure out what could possibly be the problem but could deduce nothing. Stress was creeping into the one place it had never been and it was setting him on edge, his compulsive checking resurfacing after months of staying under control. Locks. Yes. Microwave. Yes. Thermostat. Were the knives put away properly in the block? Was the coffee table moved just this way so that no one tripped getting up from the couch? Odd, new compulsions swarmed his mind in the dead of night. Were the carpets loose on the stairs? That would be a major safety hazard, that needs checked. What about the banister? Check. Recheck. The microwave really was unplugged right? Check. Check. What about the windows, they were shut weren't they?

Check.

Recheck.

Check.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing up?" Logan looked up from his current activity: pulling at the carpet at the bottom of the stairs to see if it was loose. It wasn't. He'd checked and made sure. But he had to check again. To be sure.

"Lo-"

"No. I have to finish checking."

"How many times have you pulled that section?"

Logan's face heated but he continued anyway, Patton standing at the top of the stairs patiently waiting. He knew this was important to Logan and he respected it. But it was currently 3AM and he had no idea how long Logan had been up before this.

He watched as the taller man stood up slowly and made his way to the kitchen, where Patton quickly followed.

"I have to check the microwave."

"Logan you checked that before bed didn't you?"

"I have to make sure."

"Logan-"

The side in question whirled around. "No! I have to check! I have control over this, I can check and recheck and if everything's fine then everything is fine! I can monitor this! This-" he waved in agitation at the still unplugged microwave. "-makes sense!"

Logan had circles under his eyes that could put Virgil's eyeshadow to shame and his exhaustion was made apparent with his swaying body throughout his speech. Slowly, carefully, Patton reached out and took Logan's hands in his, squeezing them gently and nodding in understanding.

"I'm not mad at you. And I'm not asking you to stop okay? I just want you to sleep, you look exhausted."

Looking back at the microwave, Logan slowly nodded, slumping forward slightly and taking calming breaths. "Okay."

Patton nodded again. "Okay."

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The next day was greeted with a slightly better mood. There were no obligations to fulfill, so the morning had been spent catching a couple more hours of much needed sleep at the request of Patton and enough cuddles and kisses to last him a month, not that he would ever have enough. Today the cactuses and succulents needed watered and though he was still on edge he was looking forward to the calming activity.

He hummed slightly as he took up the small watering can used for the small plants and smiled over at Patton who was busy guiding one of the vines to grip another pike in the wall. Making his way to the shelf his simple tune caught dead in his throat, watering can forgotten as his grip slackened and it spilled across the hardwood floor.

"Are you okay? What's the matter?" Patton rushed to his side, and getting no response, followed his lovers line of sight to the middle of the shelf.

Wilted, dried and brown, the very first succulent plant Patton had given him was spread out dead in its pot, a far cry from the healthy green it had been just the day before.

He quickly looked back to Logan, any words of consolation dying in his throat as he saw the tears running down the others cheeks. He watched helplessly as the other strode forward and took the pot in his hands, folding himself down around it with shaking shoulders. Only when Patton heard the faint sobs becoming louder did he step forward carefully to crouch down next to him.

"Logan?"

"This was...you gave this to me....this was the first one and now it's gone and I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID!" Gasping sobs escaped him as his shoulders shook even more, desperately gripping to the plant pot as if squeezing it hard enough would bring the plant itself back to life. Patton gently tugged Logan into him, resting his head against his chest as the other sobbed his heart out. His mind raced even as he began rocking them, gently whispering words he hoped were comforting down to the other.

Roman wouldn't speed up the rate of decay like this and Virgil would never play a prank this cruel. They and Patton were the only ones with the permission to come into Logan's spot in the Imagination, which had to be given to enter at all. The only side that might not need it....

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Patton gently placed Logan's limp form on the bed, the other having cried himself to the point of exhaustion after a nearly hour long breakdown. His face hardened as he sunk out, popping up in Thomas's living room.

"Oh hey Patton, wha-"

"Hey kiddo, where's Remus?"

Thomas squinted in confusion, pausing whatever show he was watching to really look at his moral side. Patton's cardigan was gone and there was a large wet spot on the top of his polo. His clothes were otherwise rumpled but his face was the most worrying. Hard and set in a way he had never seen on the normally cheery side his concern only grew.

"I don't know. Did something happen?"

"Summon him please."

Not daring to question it, Thomas quickly stood up. "Remus!"

The Duke appeared behind the T.V., cursing as he took in his surroundings.

"I appreciate the invitation Thomas, but no thank you-"

"Too bad." Before Remus could sink out, Patton had a fistful of his sash and they disappeared together, leaving Thomas staring confusedly at the spot they had left.

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"Do you have any idea what you've done, Remus?" Patton maintained his hold on the Duke, staring at him with an intensity that made Remus of all sides swallow the words that immediately rose up and actually think over his response.

"Well...normally it's a question of who, not what, so I'd say I haven't the faintest idea what you're referring to." Trying for vulgar humor to make the apparently very pissed off moral side let him go, his stomach sunk only deeper as Patton's face only darkened further.

"Logan's. Plants. What did you do. To Logan's. Plants."

Remus' eyebrow quirked in confusion. He knew now of course what Patton was talking about. But his prank was harmless! ...right? Why would he care so much about the nerds newest passion project? He decided to voice as much.

"All it was was a little realism! Roman had made the whole setup so perfect and boring. All I did was liven it up a bit. By...you know...killing....them?" The longer he spoke the more confidence left him. He wasn't scared of Patton, definitely not. Puppy and kitten loving Patton who definitely didn't have a look on his face that would set fire to the world if it were allowed to smoulder.

"Here's what you're going to do. You're going to fix the plants. You're going to wait here until Logan wakes up and apologize. You'll do it without complaint. Without sex jokes or vulgar language. And it will be genuine. After which, you will never touch anything in Logan's room without explicit permission from Logan himself. Are. We. Clear."

Swallowing thickly, Remus could only nod as he was finally let go, the fun loving father figure leaving him to stare off in chastised fear of ever daring to cross Morality again.

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Logan sat back in his desk chair, sighing contentedly as a soft breeze fluffed out his hair. Patton sat behind him on the bed, gently scratching at Logan's scalp as he used his other hand to mindlessly color another cat in his book. Roman sat against a tree with Virgil, scowling playfully at the emo's choice in music while they shared a pair of headphones, Virgil hissing quietly about it being his turn and to "Suck it up, Princey."

"Remus, leave them alone." The Duke pouted before sitting back and busying himself with a worn sketchbook instead, knowing where the line was when he was allowed in Logan's room. His plants thrived properly now, his stress free zone rejuvenated with the knowledge it would stay that way. He still didn't know what had prompted Remus to play the cruel joke in the first place, nor what had made him fix everything and, according to Roman, give his first genuine apology.

As fingers continued to brush through his hair, he mentally shrugged and relaxed into the touch. In this instance at least, he felt it was okay not to know.

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[pezberry-week]

So I have to admit this is a little bit of a cheat for my Pezberry Secret Santa fill for @angel-hummel - as in, it’s both my present fill and a prompt fill for my 25 Days of Christmas (AO3) fic collection. As it is, I have plans to revisit this someday, but I hope you enjoy this self contained bit anyway. Happy Pezberry Secret Santa, angel-hummel!

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Day 21: Character A is pretending to be their friend’s lover for the sake of the friend’s family. Character B is said friend’s sibling.

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“Santí! Come down and meet your brother’s girlfriend!”

“That’s really not necessary.” Rachel smiled at Maribel, hoping the woman wouldn’t see her unease. “If she’s busy we can always meet later.”

“Nonsense. It’s time for her to come down anyway.” Frowning, Maribel sighed, saying under her breath, “That girl,” before taking a step on the staircase, rapping harshly against the wall. “Santí! Get off the computer and come meet Rachel! Your brother’s girlfriend!” She turned her head, smiling at Rachel, “I’m so sorry. She’s always playing around with those music programs of hers.”

“Puck did tell me that she worked for Big Machine Records…” Rachel tried to placate, starting to feel even more awkward than she originally had when she’d first walked into her friend’s father and step-mother’s house as his fake girlfriend. “Perhaps she’s busy mixing and can’t hear you?”

Maribel huffed. “That would be just like her. Here,” she turned, descending the step she’d taken, “Can you be a dear and fetch her for me? I have to check on dinner, and this way you can introduce yourself.”

Blinking, feeling a little blindsided, Rachel barely had the chance to agree before Maribel was hustling her up the stairs, calling out a thank you as she turned to make her way back to the kitchen. Figuring there was no point in pausing in the middle of the stairs, she finished her walk up, pausing and wavering at the top before sighing and squaring her shoulders, turning to the hall of doors. About to start worrying about which she should knock on, she relaxed when she could see a door proudly proclaiming, “Santana’s Room Keep Out!!!” from where she stood. That was lucky.

The door opened after Rachel’s second smattering of hesitant knocks, Rachel still pulling her hand away. “I told you, Mamí, I have a deadline I have to – – you’re not mom.”

Beautiful brown eyes blinked down at her. Framed by thick, curly bangs and above a thin nose and plush, red lips, Santana Lopez practically took Rachel’s breath away. When the striking eyes narrowed, Rachel realized she was still staring, and she took a step back, shoving her hands behind her back so they wouldn’t fidget in front of her. “I’m Rachel. R-Rachel Berry,” she stuttered, “Puck’s… Girlfriend.”

“You don’t sound so confident about that,” Santana smirked at her, leaning against the side of her doorway.

Red slashed across Rachel’s face. “Oh, no, I am. I, er, just…” Trailing off, she remembered herself, standing forward to offer her hand, “It’s nice to meet you.”

Untangling her arm from the doorway, Santana accepted the handshake, and suddenly long, warm fingers were wrapped around Rachel’s. “Rachel, eh? Puck’s bandmate?” She made vocal bunny ears, “The tiny fellow Jew hottie?”

More red bloomed on Rachel’s cheeks. “Ah, yes, that’s me. Apparently…” She’d have to have a talk with Puck about how he described her in the future. Not wanting to relinquish the handshake, but knowing she had to before it became weird, Rachel pulled her hand back, Santana’s grip briefly tightening before releasing her, sliding her hand into the pocket of her skinny jeans. Following the motion, Rachel wondered why she’d thought it be a good idea to wear one of her ‘best impression wholesome girl’ dresses when she could have worn something like what Santana was and have given her an extremely different impression than what she was probably giving her.

“Seems like a pretty accurate description,” Santana smiled, bringing Rachel’s attention back up to her face.

Rachel laughed self-consciously. “You should hear how he describes you.”

Fine eyebrows rose. “Oh, you’ve gotta tell me.”

“Well, you know…” Taking a second to come up with a response, Rachel affected her voice lower, “’Santana Puckerman? My totally pain in the ass step-sister.’”

Rolling her eyes, Santana shook her head, a smirk still curling her lips up. “He just never stops complaining about when I almost castrated him with a s’mores fork, doesn’t he?”

“What?”

“We were eight.”

“Wait, his pain is literal?”

“I’m sure you’ve seen his ass. Is the scar still visible?”

“That’s… Actually not something I would know.” Thank god.

“Really?” Santana’s eyebrows shot up again. “Normally bro’s faster with getting his chicks naked. Boy does not know how to do the romance.”

“And you do?” Rachel immediately lobbed back, both out of curiosity and automatic defense of her friend.

Santana smirked. “I’m sure you’ve heard the tales about me. What do you think?”

Opening her mouth, Rachel was saved from making some obvious and pathetic attempt at not being flirty by the loud racket of Puck loping up the stairs. “Babe,” he called out carelessly, swinging himself around the banister, “Stop flirting with my sis and come make me look good. Mom’s wantin’ us all down there.”

“Puck,” Rachel snapped, not bothering to hide her mortification at his words as Puck wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side.

Puck smirked at Santana. “Ain’t she hot?”

Again, “Puck,” and Rachel elbowed his side, using his indrawn breath and flinch to disentangle herself, stepping aside and straightening her dress.

Santana surveyed them curiously, a lazy tilt of her lips showing her amusement. “At least this one seems to know how to handle you,” she teased, shaking her head; disappearing into her bedroom – Rachel getting a glimpse of black and white and a sumptuous looking bed – she called over her shoulder, “Give me a sec to save my work and I’ll be there.”

Once Rachel was secure she was far enough away to be able to hold a furiously whispered conversation, she rounded onto Puck. “You,” she jutted her finger at him, “Didn’t tell me how… Attractive she was!”

That elicited a loud, full-belly laugh, Puck even going so far to pretend to wipe away tears. “You’ve seen pics, haven’t ya?”

“Those were crazy, unflattering ones, and you know it!”

Still laughing, Puck shook his head, urging Rachel down and in front of him, meeting his mother in the kitchen. “Well now you know, eh?”

Giving Maribel a calm, benign smile, Rachel elbowed him again the second she was turned away.

*

A couple of hours later, gathered at the family table with a mug of spiked eggnog and reams of awkward, fake relationship comments behind her, Rachel couldn’t look away from Santana.

“You’re being obvious,” Puck teased, breath hot against her ear, lips curled up.

“Not caring,” Rachel lilted back, raising her mug in a toast when prompted, her tongue lapping up foam when it clung to her upper lip.

A strong finger poked her side. “Have you forgotten you’re my girlfriend?” he prodded.

Rachel grit her teeth. Turning her head, angling back to glare at him, she humphed. “Shhh. You, grateful, me going to ogle if I want to.”

“You do so criminally rarely ogle,” Puck hummed agreeably. “Should I let slip that you’re an out and proud bisexual?”

Rachel didn’t feel bad about the strength of the kick behind the side of her foot impacting her bandmate’s shin. She took a sip of her eggnog to cover the proud smirk at his fumbling of covering up the reason for his squeak. As her eyes traveled along aimlessly, she had to stop and blink, a blush covering her cheeks at the dark eyes smirking at her. Well. At least it was only Santana who had seemed to catch on. Rachel softly cleared her throat. “Dear, you alright?”

“No thanks to you,” Puck hissed, but gathered himself. “Hey, sis,” he abruptly burst out, motioning at Santana when both Abby and Santana looked at him, “Now that Show and Tell’s done with me n’ Rache, how ‘bout you? Got any hot tail in LA?”

“Noah,” Maribel sighed from her spot down the table, lowering her mug to the table, “Must you speak like that? I swear, I don’t know where you and Santana got it.”

Santana and Puck exchanged grins. “Lima Heights Adjacent,” they chorused.

Maribel closed her eyes. “We never lived in Lima Height Adjacent.”

“Tell that to the jocks and nerds who were terrified of Santana in high school,” Puck laughed. He affected his voice, lifting his hands, “’I’m ‘bout to go Lima Heights Adjacent on your ass if yous don’ts. Step. Offs. Afores I ends you.’”

Santana grinned. “You forgot the razors ‘all up in my weave’.”

Abby tched, rolling her eyes. “I went to William McKinley after you guys and heard nothing. So I think you’re lying. Or exaggerating.”

Grinning, her teeth biting lightly on the rim of her mug, Rachel watched the play-by-play. She jerked, cheeks glowing bright as Santana suddenly winked at her.

“Puh-lease. Puck was the one exaggerating,” Santana grinned, tossing her hair and adopting a teasing tone, “Who was the one who was a ‘sex shark’ who died if they stopped having sex?”

“Ay Dios mio and the Mother Mary!” Maribel groaned, her palm slapping on the table, stopping Puck’s retort, “Who raised you children? Have you no tact? Do I need to hear this, hmm?”

Santana snorted. “Ask your son, Mamí. He’s the one who used that excuse.”

“Oh, and you didn’t use tricks to get the girls into your bed,” Puck snapped, looking actually insulted, his chin and chest jutting forward.

Santana clicked her tongue at him. “Unlike you, I didn’t need to.”

“Oh god,” Abby muttered, hands covering her face, “Stop! Forget about need, I don’t want to hear this!”

“I agree,” Rachel chimed in, steel filling her voice as she pressed her hand into Puck’s thigh, stopping him. “Noah.” She didn’t actually really care, having made peace with how much of a horn dog her friend was years ago, but she figured his girlfriend probably wouldn’t be amused at all.

Puck frowned at her. “Why do you care? You’ve always listened to me talk about girls…” he asked, Rachel’s eyes widening as she figured out, before him, what he was saying.

Rachel didn’t dare look at the stares she could feel until, taking a deep breath and pasting a large smile on her face, she looked up with a, “We… Have a very open relationship.”

The first person she looked at was Santana, who quirked her eyebrows at her. “How open?”

“Santana Maria Puckerman, please stop antagonizing your brother’s girlfriend.”

“Who’s antagonizing?” Santana asked ‘innocently’, hands raised, “It’s a legitimate question.”

Though obviously a little uncomfortable with the confession, Maribel helped (made) the conversation pivot, and with only a few moments of grumbling and heated glares at his sister, Puck settled down. Doing so as well, though expressing it with a dark smirk instead, Santana hummed, turned to Rachel, winked again, and only turned away in satisfaction as Rachel’s ears heated up.

Rachel had a week more of this. Of Santana.

Rachel’s teeth bit lightly into the rim of her eggnog mug.

Oh god.

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[bookenders]

Hey girlie!! I was wondering if you would write a short prose piece on my url, tricksexual? I literally can't wait to see what you come up with, because everything that comes out of your fingertips is fantastic.

Happy Giving Thanks Day!

Life got a bit bananas, so apologies this is so late, @tricksexual. But it’s here! Happy New Year!

Title: “Double Twist”

Word Count: 1,423

CW: strong language, thighs, and lots of pining

And it was the twist, the jackknife hip flex, a cymbal crash of knees and elbows pulling her up and over, hitting hands strong on the bend, heaving out and around. Momentum cast her from the bar, back and back below ankle bend to bounce, grab, push and pull herself up, arms loose and strong, eyes locked ahead, breath heaving.

“Fuuuck,” Laney breathed, skate bag slung over her shoulder, her white figures dangling from her fingers.

Gabriel, her pairs partner for the past eleven years, socked her in the shoulder.

“Go talk to her.”

Laney scoffed. “You can’t just talk to people, Gabe.”

Her eyes never left the gymnast as she flung herself between the bars.

“That’s illegal,” she muttered as the woman launched into an impossibly twisting dismount, thighs straining with a cleanly stuck landing, arms poised overhead. “Jesus.”

“What,” Gabe said over her shoulder, “are you feeling inadequate? Out-classed? Out-flipped?” He spun around to stand in front of her, interrupting her staring. “Has she seen our triple twist?”

“No, and she never will.” Laney glared at him, implying a threat she was all to happy to follow through on, but Gabe just smirked.

He tossed a glance over his shoulder at the small gaggle of gymnasts on the other side of the gym, watched one demonstrate a move with her hands to the woman who just finished her routine.

“Name?”

“Allison,” Laney said. “Parallel bars and balance beam.”

“Hot.”

“For the love of God,” she cursed, and dragged Gabriel, now openly laughing at her blooming blush, out of the gym.

Neither of them stuck around long enough to see Allison watch them go.

Breathing heavy, legs shaking from her fifth double toe in a row (not under rotated this time, thank you very much), Laney dragged her hands across the back of her neck, rubbing her sore muscles. Off-ice training wasn’t her favorite, but it was necessary if she didn’t want to hurt herself more than the crash pads could protect her from. And if she wanted to nail her landings, but that was a given.

Halfway through her cool down routine, Laney looked up from her place on the floor to find Allison standing a few feet away, gym bag over her shoulder, one hand clutching the strap and the other shoved into the pocket of her sweatpants. A faded Carly Rae Jepsen concert tee covered the top of her sparkly purple leotard.

“Hey.”

Laney, flat on her back with her left thigh nearly flush to her chest, sputtered out a surprised, “oh, hi.”

Allison smiled. “You’re a figure skater, right?” She shifted her weight, leaning on her right foot, and Laney was staring at her thighs oh my God please pay attention.

“Um,” said Laney.

“That’s really cool.”

Brain finally catching up to what was going on, Laney switched legs and coughed. “Thanks. I mean,” she said, scrambling for something, anything to add to the conversation, “not as cool as bars, but we can’t all be super good at flips and stuff.”

Eloquent.

“From what I’ve seen of your workouts, you’re pretty good at flips and stuff, too.”

A group of absolutely ripped high-ponytailed ladies called Allison’s name. She looked down at Laney, still flat on the floor, sweaty and flushed, and smiled.

“I gotta go. See you later?”

“Sure,” Laney managed.

She had a perfect view as Allison walked away.

The next few days found Laney and Allison smiling and waving when they saw each other arrive at the gym.

It was hard for Allison to focus on her routine when at least three of her teammates made kissy faces at her whenever she mounted the balance beam. Not to mention the looks she got when they caught Laney looking from the open space where she and her pairs partner practiced their lifts. Jessica took it upon herself to elbow her every time Laney was at the leg press.

On Thursday, while Allison was going through her beam routine step by step, slow as she could manage, Laney and her partner arrived for their evening off-ice session with their coach. The moment Laney disappeared into the locker room, her partner jogged over.

“You’re the parallel bars girl, yeah?”

“You’re the figure skating boy,” she said.

“Gabe.”

“Allison.”

She jumped and twisted sideways into a handstand, letting her legs fall into a split, calm and collected. It’s not that she was trying to show off, but.

“Well, shit,” Gabe said.

“What’s up?” Her left hand floated up beside her hip, her right bearing the full weight of her body.

Gabe blinked and gathered himself with all the grace of a baby giraffe. “Uh, we’re at the rink tomorrow morning. At eight.”

Surprise wobbled Allison’s arm. She carefully lowered herself down, legs straight up, pressing her chest to the bar before swiveling to a sitting position.

“You should stop by,” he said, walking backwards toward the locker rooms. “If you’re free, and all.” Halfway across the gym he turned and called out, “I know someone who might be happy to see you.”

It only took a moment for one of Allison’s teammates to mime kissy faces at her intense blush. What she didn’t expect - but honestly, she really should have - was the enthusiastic shoulder punch retaliation from the frazzled gymnast, who was already thinking of which sweatpants to pair with tomorrow’s leotard.

When she walked down the hallway toward the rink, Allison wasn’t sure what she was expecting. Classical music, maybe, or something from a musical. Not Carly Rae.

They were in the middle of their routine, feet carving the ice, spinning dizzy in tandem before Gabe grabbed her arm and pulled her into a turn. He took her waist in his hands, she gripped his wrists, slid a leg down and back, and a twist, launching her into the air in a whirlwind before she hit down, dipping low, flinging her arms out to catch the wind and curl into the corner of the rink. Gabe matched her movements.

Allison could imagine the sequins, the flair of a skirt spiraling into a landing, the crash of metal on ice spraying snow at the stands. It didn’t take much.

It also didn’t take much to send Gabe tripping in a heap to the ground, blade catching on Laney’s and sending him tumbling, nearly taking her with him. They laughed, and Gabe flapped his arms, making a snow angel on his back in the center of the ice.

They both turned at the sound of excited clapping.

“That was amazing!” Allison called out into the cold.

Laney froze. Gabe threw a thumbs-up straight into the air.

“Thank you for your patronage,” he replied. “Laney, please greet our guest while I peel myself off the ice.”

“That was amazing,” Allison said again, quieter this time as Laney slid over to where she stood at the boards. “Is that your routine?”

“Program,” Laney said, the automatic correction slipping out before she could stop it. “Er, yeah. One of the two for this season. The longer one. It’s a, uh, work in progress.”

“He just threw you into the air. Like it was nothing.” Allison’s eyes dipped down to Laney’s skates before quickly flicking back up to her eyes.

Did she just—

“It took a lot of practice, believe me.”

“Rude,” Gabe yelled across the rink. He was skating slow figures in the far corner, black workout pants covered in snow.

Allison smiled and fiddled with the hem of her sweatshirt. “I like your music, too.”

“I know.”

Shit, wait.

“I mean, I saw your shirt.”

“Oh, yeah, I got it at one of her concerts. When she was in town for a show.”

“Give her your number,” Gabe yelled.

Both of them went ripe as tomatoes.

“Uh—”

“Well—”

“You first,” Laney said, resisting the urge to cover her face with her hands.

“I’ll let you get back to practice. But you should definitely teach me some of those tricks. I’ve always wanted to learn.” And she handed Laney a slip of paper with ten numbers and her name.

“Yeah. Definitely. Whenever you want.”

“Great. Cool.” She just stood there for a moment, before mumbling, “have a good practice, bye.”

And she was gone.

Gabe coasted up behind Laney, hands in his pockets.

“I’m so proud of you, you little disaster.”

Laney turned and pushed him backwards, sending him careening across the ice, laughing.

“If you drop me after all that I will murder you.”

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[angclhyunjin]

of light and verse | jaebum

desc: you literally end up falling for the boy who sits at the back of your uber hard lit class. college!jaebum litmajor!jaebum. all the fluff. just super fluffy

word count: 1.913

requested by: @jaebums-sunshine​ [Jaebum college au/domestic au fluff!]

note: i wrote this at lit 4am but ummm my love as a lit major was too cute to pass up

oh my god ok COLLEGE JAEBUM

setting my heart on fire at the thought of my lit nerd headcanon for him

lets get into it!

so its freshman year and ur walking into your first lit class, a bit intimidated bc its like,, a course no first year dared to touch but u just wanted a cool sounding course so bad u jumped at the opportunity

its GREEK MYTHOLOGY!! who wud not hello

and ur excited until the professor opens her mouth

and ur blown away by how,,,,,,, interesting and riveting the whole thing is but shit is it going to be this hard throughout??

the first few classes involves you frantically taking notes and trying to keep up w the impossible pace this class is going

but theres this BOY

he sits right at the end while ur in front so u could pass him off as uninterested,,, taking the course for extra creds??? wrong

this BOY quips in between the lecture with the most fascinating comments, connecting the odyssey to so many modern works, to poetry and to music

and ur like,,, who made u,,,, how r u like this

ur kind of annoyed by how smart this boy is

its not like you dont get wtf is happening here, but how can he get it and SO MUCH MORE

and tbh ur kind of jealous but u didnt hear that from me. also he has the softest voice that creeps up behind u and makes ur body stir

wait what

so u work super hard

and like super hard, u finish all ur readings and do ur own research

but u still feel like its not enough

like idk who u think u are, u start living at the library

cup of tea in hand and a book in the other, it sounds optimal but the stress is lowkey making you lose ur mind

ur looking for a book in the aisles, a VERY specific one on sappho’s fragmented poems

and FINALLY u see it............on the top most shelf

ur 5′4″ self is SCREAMING

and u could ask for help but help is for losers

so u make the very intelligent decision to climb the shelves what?? no ones looking

ur almost there when

a hand

reaches at the same time as urs

u almost scream for real this time, shutting ur eyes real tight, letting go of ur meager hold on the shelf and falling back

like u have accepted ur death at this point

until???? wait??? you feel two hands around you and suddenly you’re not falling

“my god, are you okay??” how tf do i know this voice

you open your eyes to be met with the softest brown eyes, framed by these wire glasses

oh

its him

of c o u r s e

u literally dont know what to say until he laughs a little at you (an adorable, light noise that fills you up)

“this is probably not one of your greatest moments” ur cheeks are on FIRE

suddenly he notices his arms are still around u and he hastily places u on ur useless jelly feet

“were you going for the book on sappho? i didn’t know anyone else here knew it existed”

you’re about to stammer out a reply, not really ready to explain to the lit prodigy that ur trying to be at least half as insightful as him but he

squints at u

“wait, aren’t you in my lit class?? you are, aren’t you?”

he REMEMBERS ur invisible ass??? ok??? what doesnt this boy notice?????

u finally find your tongue, stammering out a “y-yeah, i was planning out my paper and needed a second reference”

wow is he lowkey impressed he stares at u for a bit

ur now hyperaware of ur messy bun and glasses, the old t shirt you’d tucked into mom jeans feeling so inadequate in front of him in his stylishly messed up hair n button up,,, how could someone be this pretty at 4pm on a sunday

“honestly, me too. but its okay, you can have this” 

he barely needs to reach up to get this book and ur like, looking at his shoulders as he faces away from u for a split second and man is he built

“are you sure???” you let out in an almost whisper “don’t you need this?”

“nah its okay i read it over the summer already” o yes of course

“i’m jaebum by the way” he smiles at you and ur stomach JUMPs

“i’m y/n” you try, and then blurt out “and also really sorry for this i’m like,, dumb as hell-”

“its no issue, y/n” his voice is HONEY as it says your name and you can feel urself turning redder

“i’ll see you in class then” hes gone as quickly as he arrived and ur still in shock because what the fuck

did that really happen or did u doze off after a caffeine crash again???

so the next day in class u walk in, heading towards your seat when  ur eye catches jaebum’s

and he gives u the BIGGEST SMILE

WHAT AN ANGEL

ur blushing furiously and manage a quick smile back

and thru/o ur so distracted bc u swear u feel his eyes on the back of ur neck but ur also too scared to look bc WOW WHY IS THIS BEAUTIFUL BOY STARING AT ME

so at the end of the class ur throwing all ur books into ur mess of a backpack when u hear a voice 

“so did you end up finishing the book”

its god jaebum, beanie hiding his tousled hair and trademark glasses on his nose

“no i still have some stuff to cover but its fine!! you can have it u want-”

“no, no i was going to suggest we do the paper together?”

is this ,,,, really happening

“i mean, sure” WHY ARE U AGREEING WHY DO U WANT TO DIE

“okay great! i’ll meet you in the library at 4?”

“okay see you then!!” u squeak out and dash

wtf was that

this man did not need ur help, he is a lit GOD

but ur there at 4, a little thankful for the heads up bc u managed to put some semblance of makeup on urself

and he walks in and ur heart is on fire again bc hes so pretty and he’s also so excited to do lit, lit makes this boy

u slowly ease into conversations w him, sappho being taken over by more personal deets

ok first of all, this boy has 5 cats

5

he shows u pictures of all of them, names and all, like a mom showing off her children

ur heart is so so full of this endearing boy

you keep meeting thru the rest of the week

on tuesday, he asks you ur favorite color

on wednesday, he convinces u to tell him ur favorite memory

on thursday, you tell him how vanilla ice cream is everything to you but u cant stand strawberry

on friday, he asks u for ur number

on saturday, he randomly texts you 6 pictures of his cat sitting on two legs

on saturday, you realize u have fallen for the boy at the back of ur lit class

u dont know what to do

this boy is so so dumb at heart but can also recite all of shakespeare’s sonnets by heart

like hes the cutest idiot u have ever seen

and ur falling super hard for him

ur friendship goes strong for a while

gradually u blush less frequently and get comfortable w him, going over to his place at times

the first time u go (for lit probably) he opens the door and ur greeted w the smell of disaster

like really it smells super bad

and hes frantic and panicky bc “i didn’t know how hard cooking was the tomato sauce is all burnt what did i do”

poor perfect boi is bad at cooking???

even surrounded w smoke and in a dirty apron he looks ADORABLE

and ur laughing and taking the saucepan off the stove for him, throwing his failure out and suggesting u just get some chinese

and he agrees w a sigh and ur like ur so dumb

and no ur definitely not trying to think abt how he wanted to cook for u

when u call him over u make spaghetti

red sauce

“wow so ur really out here triggering me like this”

“is it my fault ur an idiot sandwich”

“w o w”

he probably pouted and u probably made fun of it tho ur heart was crying 

so it goes on like this for a while

and ur always wondering ‘does this boy even like me like that’ bc he out here giving u so many signals but never making the move

like ur ass is never sure if he’s into u or just being nice

bc lets face it - im jaebum is the definition of nice

and its honestly getting kind of annoying

like pls tell me if u like me my heart cant take it much longer

u guys are at his, doing ur readings

you glance to the side and see jaebum reading intently, eyes flying over the words, relaxed and so sweet, a ray of light from the window falling on him and making his eyes radiate a dark brown

you dont even notice how long you’ve been staring until u hear his voice

“hello what r u doing”

fuck

“nothing! just,,,, you looked really pretty with the light falling on ur face. no i mean, look!! like, you’re pretty”

OK

WHAT

did u JUST 

SAY THAT

"not that that means you’re not pretty at other times!! i mean,,, you’re pretty all the time and its honestly really crazy” WHY ARE U STILL TALKING

hes just.... staring at u in wonder

and ur lik e wow this is it, this is when the ground acc swallows me up and i die

when his face breaks into this beautiful smile

“you think i’m pretty?”

his voice is so soft and pure

u r, on the other hand, about to collapse from embarrassment

and just nod and its like the day in the library all over

and he’s still smiling when he says “y/n, i think you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen”

your stomach SWOOPS

IS THIS REAL LIFE

“i’ve wanted to say that for the longest time” he breathes and you notice just how close he is

“thats just,, i mean wow i didn’t know...” u manage to say

he leans in a little closer and his hands r burning a hole resting on ur thighs

the light is very brilliant as his head dips lower, breath on ur lips until he fills the gap between you

and im jaebum is kissing you

you barely remember to respond, but when you do, he leaves light kisses on ur lower lip, hand coming up to cup ur cheek 

ur entire body is on fire as he draws you closer, your hands going into his hair and feeling for the first time how soft it was 

wow u had really dreamed about this huh

he draws back a little bit, face incredibly close to yours and asks u “is this okay?”

,,,,,,,boi

“more than okay, this is perfect” you press him closer and all else is forgotten

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[dcmissionaries]

Something Smells Fishy

Summer finally arrived in Daten and boy was the heat blistering. The new residents, the Originals, have become scarce due to direct exposure to the sun and the heat. Humans and Immortals are doing somewhat better but it's gotten hot to the point where the A/C isn't enough. It's either a good time to go to the beach or to stay shut in all day with the freezer opened next to you. Even some ghosts have ducked down until those triple digits go down. The Abbey residents are taking this calm time to either relax or evaluate any renovation the building requires and other mundane tasks. It was now the weekend and Shades didn't hesitate to fetch Strappon as soon as he made his daily visit. He explained that his father required some extra hands at his job considering some... unfortunate circumstances befell his crew. Let's not get into those details. Even with those details that should be concerning, Strappon agreed to let Shades bring along the bunch. It's not like they're strangers to danger. Or so he hoped. As the Abbey residents neared the docks, the weather suddenly began getting gloomy. It was a relief from the merciless sun, but holy shit does it smell like rotten fish. Finally making it to Leather Jacket's shrimping boat, the old man turn around, waving at everybody before realizing the box he was carrying was too heavy for one hand. Once preparations were complete, the boat sped off into the ocean. After a while they began drifting as Leather Jacket sent out the net when everybody comes by a particular scene. A luxury yacht. That's something you just don't see in the dingy parts of Daten. Unbeknownst to them, this yacht was housing Demons who have been getting information about a ghost living in the ocean. They were more than keen to capture this ghost to harness it and wreak havoc. Now whether Immortals end up competing for ghosts or if the ghost wrecks both ships is up in the air, what matters more is what kind of deep sea monstrosity is that net going to pull up.

SOMETHING SMELLS FISHY All hands on deck as the Abbey residents are called in to be extra help for Ol'Leather Jacket. But something smells fishy and not just literally. --------

K-RO:  Despite the strange yacht being over yonder, it was a relaxing  atmosphere for the most part. Leather Jacket instructed some Angels,  and maybe some humans, to have a watchful eye on the crane while  others were instructed to do some heavy lifting by cleaning up and  organizing equipment.   On the yacht, HP was peering over the edge, hoping to see if the  ghost would breach the water, even if for a second. "Even if reports  say its a ghost, wouldn't it be cool if it was some Lovecraftian  creature?" he said to anybody that happened to be nearby.

SAIYAN:  "HP, has anyone told you how much of a nerd you are? Bowtie said.  Seriously, she didn't understand half the stuff that came out of the  orange demon's mouth.

 Meanwhile the duo of Undershirt and Wristband looked around the boat.  "When they said fishing I thought they meant with rods and reals in a  rowboat or something, not this." Wristband said.

 "Smells a like dead fish, kinda like you after a hard night of  partying" Undershirt said to his older twin.

 "Shut the fuck up" she said punching him in the arm.

K-RO:  "Hey listen, you have no right to talk when you're a bookworm  yourself. I've seen youget emotional on some of the books you've been  reading in public," HP retorted.

SAIYAN:  "Hmph" Bowtie huffed with a blush. "Th..that's different. Books are  healthy, technology just gives you cancer" she said. She really had no  good argument to be honest.

K-RO:  "What does Lovecraftian literature have to do with technology?"  Honestly she didn't look like he had a good argument, here.

  "Hey Wristband!" Shades called out, "you need some aloe vera for that  burn?"

MLLERMANDA:  Gauges started to whine about all the heavy lifting he had to do. He  was carrying some boxes and was one of them people assigned to clean  up the place. " It's not fair! Why wasn't I put assigned to watch the  crane and to not carry these heavy box. Ugh."

K-RO:  "Because I'm old and you're not," Leather Jacket said as he passed  Gauges while dragging around some harpoons. "At least they're just a  couple of boxes."

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Knittens was poking at the fish with a stick he found, trying to see  if they were still alive. Once in a while some them would show signs  of life but most of them were dead. Either by getting caught or his  constant poking. Knittens was too little to help with lifting crates  so he would help by watching the crane, which was not happening. Bored  out of his mind he continually annoyed the already dying fish.  Facsinator was actually not with Knittens, he was on the yacht looking  out at the sea. Instead of bursting with energy like usual, he was  subdued and quiet. His eyes were glazed over and expression a little  ill; with a gentle whisper he muses,  "I feel like I'm dying."

SAIYAN:  "I don't want to talk about it" she said as she folded her arms.

 "I think we might have to dump her in the ocean to sooth that one"  Undershirt said with a laugh. "I still can't believe we had nothing  better to do than this. You'd think we'd get taken away to some  prehistoric land and fight to the death with the way things usually  go" he said.

GAMER-GODDESS:  Passing by Gauges with an annoyingly cheerful spring in her step,  "It's not that bad, just lift with your knees!" Thigh High laughed as  she carried two boxes in order to make her flexing appear more  natural.

K-RO:  "That'll probably quench her thirst, too," Shades laughed. He looked  up a little, thinking on what Undershirt had said.   it would be cool to see dinosaurs, actually!"

MLLERMANDA:  He whines some more as he talks with others. " But still, little me is  young and fresh but not the machoest person out there. " Gauges laughs  at Thigh High's comment and shake his head. " There no way I can do  th-" However, he notices something and stares at amazement with the  harpoons that Shades was carrying and how easily Tigh High was doing  this hard work. " Wow, you guy are super strong!" He admires the  Angels some more, losing some focus on the boxes he was carrying.

SAIYAN:  "I hate you two" Wristband said still refusing to look at them.

 "Yeah I know how much you love em. Speaking of, how have your dragons  been?" Undershirt asked Shades.

 "See, I told you I'm not a nerd. I had no idea what that was" Bowtie  said to Hp.

K-RO:  "Oh you know. Being dragons. Getting big. Getting nipped because they  get curious. But hey, my furniture isn't wrecked anymore." As he was  explaining the nipping bit, he brought up a hand with a bandage on it.  Dragons will be dragons.

  "You don't have to be a nerd to know who was Cthulhu's creator,  though."   HP shrugged it off and noticed that Fascinator wasn't doing so hot,  "Yo, you okay? Sea sickness getting to ya?"

SAIYAN:  "Well that's good. Y'know, if they get to big you should probably air  drop them into the football stadium. That should be big enough. And  you know how bad our football team is" Undershirt suggested.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  "Yeah... A little bit but I'm never gonna be on a yacht again so it's  worth it." Fasci said with an attempted smile as he took out a ginger  root, snapped a little piece off and inhaled the scent. He seemed to  have perked up a little after that, but the color of his once rosy  cheeks didn't return.  "Plus I already vomited out my meals after the ship set sail; so... I  won't barf anymore." he showed a  weak thumbs up and he returns to  looking at the sea.  "So... This ghost you guys are catching must be really valuable, huh?"

GAMER-GODDESS:  Thigh High grinned at Gauges comment, "Why thank you!" she said as she  put her boxes down. Waltzing back over to Gauges, "Would you mind if I  helped?" Thigh High asked as she relieved him from one of the boxes  from his grip.

K-RO:  "Dude, that's mean. But you have a point," Shades replied.

  "Well, the thing is that we're unsure if it's actually here. But the  locals say it's a big creature so we couls benefit from capturing it."

MLLERMANDA:  " No problem."  He says as he looks at her and nothing her taking a  box. He smiles happily at Thigh High as she takes the box. " That  would be awesome~ " Thanks a lot." He grins at her with glee as he  gains more focus.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  "So it's like a lochness monster situation-" Fasciantor replied before  bending over the railing of the ship and gagging. Coughing and sighs,  "S-Sorry, no food in my belly. So while we wait for it to show up,  what should we do?"

GAMER-GODDESS:  "No worries, anytime you need help with lifting, just give me a  shout." Thigh High winked. "Though I'd prefer to work in nicer weather  conditions, and without this smell..." she muttered as she balanced  the box on her hip with her left hand and waved the air with her right  in front of her nose, attempting to lessen the odor.

ZAKUTAKU:  He never asked for this. He never asked for anything, in all honesty.  But if it was anythig to get him out of work for more than 2 hours,  Pack was your man. Your coffee addicted man.

ZAKUTAKU:  Strolling up with coffee maker in toll on a wagon, the heavenbent gave  half hearted wave to most of the crew, taking seat on a box while he  sipped from his precious life stream of black goodness. He should've  brought a bag of beans for munching purposes.

K-RO:  "We could try getting that fishing boat off the premise, bullshit a  story of how the bay's closed to boats due to some... strange  occurrences."  There weren't any other boats around so that alone could be an  advantage to the Demons.  "I mean if anything, it doesn't hurt to ram the boat to show it who's  boss if the people on it refuse to leave."

 "How are you kids holding up? I got a little something if any of you  get sea sick. It's mostly sprite, but it'll make you feel better, at  least."Leather Jacket held out a small can, pointing to a cooler  inside the boat's cabin.

 Shades looked off to the side and noticed that his cousin managed to  get dragged here. He couldn't tell if Pack's father forced him to come  or his own.  "Is it your day off, Pack?" he asked.

MLLERMANDA:  " So true right there Thigh High." He coughs a bit from the smell, god  it was killing him.  " Man this place stinks so bad.There way too many  fish stank in here. Wish there was a bunch of air fresher of pine  cones or something. Any smell is better than this. " He pinches his  nose fromthe smell.

ZAKUTAKU:  Oh shit, what up, it's that cousin. Setting his pot down, Pack raised  his hand in a slightly shaky motion.                                             "Half and half, my dude." He said with a small yawn. "Dad  wanted me to do some heavenly hocus pocus or what not after work, and  weeeell I'm not all for poking around with magic stuff yet. That and I  actually felt like doing some huntin'." He continued, getting off the  box and fetching Black Friday from his wagon. "Me 'n' the BF could use  it anyway."

K-RO:  "Hopefully that the BF can fend off deep sea monstrosities.... Not  like the blob fish is anything to be afraid of." It was weird and all  but still.  "For a fact, dad's been saying something about how all the folks have  been seeing weird things in the bay."

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Fascinator shrugged , he was too nauseous to have conscious.  "Sure, I'm not against it." he yawns and stretches a little. Having no  idea that Knittens lied about volunteering at his catholic school and  was on that exact boat.  Knittens wanted to help to help lift the crates as well! Afterall,  he'll need to do this when he's getting supplies from his ship in  space. But he bit off more than he could chew, dragging a crate his  height a millimeter a second.

SAIYAN:  "Well well well look who it is" Undershirt said to Pack. "What kind of  weird things?" he asked Shades.

 Wristband simply waved to Pack. She wasn't in a good mood still after  getting her ass dragged through the freacking dirt like that.

ZAKUTAKU:  "Well, the sea is the sea, my dude."  Personally, Pack  believed that  hell originated at the bottom of the ocean. Only a being of pure demon  blood would create something as horrific as the Basking Shark. Gaping  mouths nonetheless, Pack was in one of his rare good moods. There were  more people to converse with and maybe he might even talk to someone??  Such an exhilarating day already.

K-RO:  "Something about a weird snake-like creature," Leather Jacket  interjected, "It's been scaring a great deal of fishermen, which is  why not a lot of boats are out, but I think sea madness be getting to  those pendejos."  He then told Shades to monitor the kid who seemed to be struggling  with a crate. Well, better help that child before he breaks his back.

MLLERMANDA:  Bobby Pin gives out a big loud ass yawn, relaxing on the yacht and was  getting herself a tan.  She wears a new flashy bikini and was showing  off her hair new hair style, now being a hard core blonde.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Knittens will not give in, he will succeed, he will triumph over this  mountain in his path to glory for his name was Knit Mittens Butch  Trump, gosh darn it! Even if it took him hours to push this one crate  to the other side of the boat, he will not rest in the snow or in the  rain! Well maybe for a snack, but Knittens will come back afterwards!  Despite his heroic speech in his mind, Knittens looks more like he was  gonna get a stroke in his winter clothes.

GAMER-GODDESS:  "Are you sure it wasn't just these guns?" Thigh High announced as she  flexed her arms over her head. go home thigh high ur drunk

SAIYAN:  "I feel like that's a load of bull. There is no such thing as a sea  monster Wristband finally said. She was not one to believe in  cryptids, no way.

 "Same I don't think a sea serpent can survive here" Undershirt agreed.

ZAKUTAKU:  And there came the first two confidants of conversation for Pack  today. "Yeah, it's me. Ready to serve under God's wing or whatever you  all say." He was trying. He really was. The whole flying around and  serving God part he got, the stripping he also got. His dad did it  regularly for Christ's sake. It's just the book itself he needed to  brush up on. And even from a few feet away, Pack could taste the salt  emanating from Wristband. Sliding out a pink straw from his namesake,  Pack dropped it in his pot, sliding the warm container towards the  angel. "It's black, but I can add some creamer if you want, bruh." He  added. Again, he was trying.

K-RO:  "Well who knows. If we have aliens, there's bound to be something in  the bay. Not like the ocean's explored thoroughly or anything." With  that, Leather Jacket went back to whatever the hell he was doing.  Probably eyeing down the yacht. That boat smelled funnier than the bay  itself.

 Shades grabbed on to the crate, giving it little pushes for Knittens,  "You need help, little man?"

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  "I.. Can do it! I swear...!! I got this!" Knittens grunted as he  pushed harder, but the crate refused to budge and it ended up pushing  me onto the ground. It's hard to say what happened but he ended up on  the ground exhausted. A small lump in his hat started to crawl out  because of the heat. It was no one else but Wool, who wasn't expecting  a sudden sauna. Skittering across the ship's floor it began nibbling  away at the crate wood.

CURIOUS PYROBIRD:  A sound like a hail storm came from below deck as Buckle sprinted from  below deck, shoved the door, and leaned over the railing heaved her  stomach's contents over the side of the yacht. "Well, shit," she said  to herself. "That shrimp was a lot better the first time." She spit  into the ocean, trying to clear the rest of the acid from her mouth.

MLLERMANDA:  He chuckles at Thigh High and plays along. " Oh my, I think you are  right. Those guns are able to achieve anything and everything, if you  know what I mean."

SAIYAN:  "Two creams, if you would be so kind" she said to Pack with fluttering  eyelashes. She was trying to turn on the charm. Maybe she could turn  this day around with a big catch of her own.

 "Yeah well, I'll believe it when I see it" Undershirt said folding his  arms. He looked over at Wristband. "Even surrounded by the smell of  dead fish, she is focused in getting laid" he thought with a shake of  his head.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Fox  looked around , with her namesake covering her nose,"who the hell  forgot to bathe? Like hooooly fuck."  She wandered the yacht in search  of a group to stick with. With no luck she found herself resting  against a railing. "Hmph..well ain't this just a grand way to spend a  day...yuck.." She huffed.

ZAKUTAKU:  Ah, the ol' flutter of the eyelashes. If only he was at a more  innocent mindset to be affected by such a skill. But Pack was Pack,  and having seen so many attractive persuasions used on him to lower  down prices, he had grown numb it to it.  Nodding in affirmation, Pack  plopped in the two small shots of sugar infused half and half into the  coffee pot, stirring it up with his respective straw.  "Cheers,chickadee," he said before taking a sip from his straw.  Perfect blend of bitter and sweet. Juuuuust right.

(( OOC: PSA: Angels, Thrones and Heavenbents are on the smelly fishing boat. Demons, Inquisitors and Hellbents are in the nice yacht. ))

(( OOC: Gotcha) ))

K-RO:  Shades lifted the crate for Knittens, struggling a bit himself, but it  wasn't excruciating. "Hey man, it's okay to call for help. But perhaps  you should take off your winter clothes. It's the middle of summer,  after all."

 Leather Jacket was pretty much sitting in the cabin, overlooking a  sonar system. All seemed well until it caught something heading in the  boat's direction. It must have been a dolphin or something as they are  common in the area, although a singular dolphin is a rare thing. As  the figure on the sonar was depicted to be right under the boat, there  was a sudden violent swaying, nearly knocking him off  his feet.  Shades let go of the crate and held on to whatever he could so he  wouldn't go overboard.

 "What thE FUCK. Are there shitty whales in the area or something?"

 HP's own sonar system was barely catching the movements of this  creature and noticed the fishing boat rocking. "I think we may want  all hands on deck, here!"

MLLERMANDA:  Gauges felt the violet sway and trips on his own feet. He drops the  rest of the boxes that he was carrying and falls hard on the ground. "  OUCH. What the hell was that?"

SAIYAN:  "WHAT THE FUCK" Undershirt and Wristband both yelled as they were  tossed around the boat. Wristband literally got her ass dragged across  the floor this time, and it hurt worse than her brothers stupid  remark.

 "Well, would you look at that. If they weren

SAIYAN:  't a salty bunch before, they will be now" Bowtie said as she looked  through some binoculars at the rocking fishing boat.

MLLERMANDA:  Bobby Pin was dozening off and was about to knock out until she  notices the rocking fishing boat. She laughs at them from the yacht  and then goes back to suntanning, not noticing that she was getting a  sunburn.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Fox feels the ship rock and she clings onto a crate, her face turing a  comical green, "For the love of-" *she hurls off  deck and she looks  around ,"aaand there goes the four hundred dollar lunch..fuckin fish  food now I guess.." Fox grumbled as  she watched crates slide around  the ship. With a grunt she wobbled to the nearest rail and she held on  tight. "ANYBODY KNOW WHAT THE FUCK JUST DID THAT!?" Fox yelled.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Fascinator unable to keep his voice cheery switches to a much more low  and quiet tone; almost sounding like a new person. "Oh shit...!" He  stared in awe at the ship and the suspense was almost killing him.  Knittens almost slid off the ship but luckily his hamster-spider  managed to keep him from going in the salty sea by hooking his tiny  claw on his coat.Acting fast he took his mittens out of his coat and  tied himself to the railing.

GAMER-GODDESS:  "Wow, rude!" yelled Thigh High she was thrown into the boat's railing.  Looking into the water the young angel announced "WHERE ARE THE  HARPOONS? I'm gonna fight the fish!"

ZAKUTAKU:  A sound of glass breaking. If the shaking of the boat didn't spook  Pack, then what he saw next definitely would. His precious coffee pot,  his life stream... broken.  He was going to murder, he was going to  fucking murder someone and he hoped it was a ghost. Grabbing BF, Pack  threw whatever fucks he gave out the metaphorical window as he scanned  the waters, weapon in hand.

MLLERMANDA:  " I'm not sure what knock us over Fox but all I know is that what ever  knocked this ship is going to get an ass whooping out of all us here."  He gets up angrily and fixes himself up as he takes his weapon out. "  And by the way Thigh High, Shades was the last one who had the  harpoons, I'll bet he give you them." He swings his made a bit,  getting ready to battle whatever hit them.

K-RO:  "The harpoons were on the harpoon launcher... on top of the ship. They  weren't tied down to anything so we only have one."  Leather Jacket regained his footing with the only harpoon left, "But  hey, at least it's the one I stabbed a guy with, so I'm okay with the  rest being lost."

 "That's not something to be casual about, Pa!" Shades yelled. Of all  things.

 Whatever hit the boat had its back breaching the water surface and was  quickly making itself to the yacht, ramming itself before activity  ceased. Its impact made the boat rock, but it wasn't as violent as the  smaller fishing boat.  "That sashimi bastard better not puncture the hull I swear on Satan's  ass," HP muttered to himself.

MLLERMANDA:  Gauges becomes worried by Leather Jacket's response and gulps. " Welp,  well let's hope whatever this thing is, we can kill it quick and easy  with harpoon that you got."

ZAKUTAKU:  "C'mon you SeaWorld escapee fatherfucker..." Pack muttered under his  breath, grip steady on the BF as he kept his eyes focused on the  waters. The sooner that sunuvabitch reared it's ugly head out, it was  getting a face full of flame.

K-RO:  Shades pulled back Pack from the edges of the boat, "Listen man,  whatever's in the water could be another Mocha Dick and I don't feel  like telling your parents you were eaten by an asshole sperm whale,  okay?"

MLLERMANDA:  Bobby Pin felt the rock on the yacht but it didn't bother her at all.  She gives out another yawn and comments on the rocking of the boat. "  So weak. " Sweat goes down from her face and she swipes the sweat by  using a handkerchief she brought with her, not bothered by the  creature at all.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Fascinator was knocked into the wall and tried to steady himself on  legs of jelly. Reaching behind his head and taking out a shard of his  now broken fascinator, he grits his teeth. "F-Fuck me... Shouldn't  have used actual shells making this." The rocking of the ship was  enough to make fall to his knees and gag.  Knittens loosened the knot on the railing but still clung to it.  Looking around the sea for any dark shadows he gulped. "G-Guys... Why  did it just disappear?"

GAMER-GODDESS:  "I guess that means we can guarantee another successful stabbing!"  Thigh High nodded as she placed her hands on her hips, "Well shit if  we only have one shot, we should definitely shoot it in its ugly mug."  She decided mostly to herself, turning to Leather Jacket "I assume  you're the only one here who's really good with a harpoon launcher?"

SAIYAN:  "Can we please stop talking about dicks!" Undershirt yelled at Shades.  The innuendos were getting to be too much. He'd been tossed around a  boat ad hit his head multiple times. He just wanted to kill whatever  it was that was doing this,

 "I'd like to keep talking about dicks" Wristband said as she raised  her hand. That was a conversation she could get into.

 "WHOA" Bowtie yelled as she was tossed round as her expensive  binoculars were dropped on the ground. "That thing better not break  them!" she thought in anger. those things were expensive as hell.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  "Well fuck me sideways...I'm not gettin wacked because of some Shamoo  wannabe!" She readys her namesake, looking around the boat. "Come out  Come out wherever you are Moby Douche bag.." She hears Knittens  ,"It..might be under us..."

K-RO:  "Nobody's talking about expanding dongs but you Undershirt!" Shades  retorted.

 "I think," Leather Jacket started, fiddling around with the harpoon,  "Honestly I only use the harpoon launcher on other boats because some  people tend to be assholes."

 HP looked back to his sonar and it was clearly reading a stagnant,  large object right underneath them.  "This motherfucker's right here," he said, showing the sonar to  Bowtie, "Dunno how we're going to catch this thing... Or if it even is  a ghost... Do we have bait?"

ZAKUTAKU:  "I'm still fighting it," was all he said to his cousin. His coffee pot  would be avenged, goddamn it.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  "Hmmmm we're gonna need some live bait…preferably tied up..any  volunteers?" She looks around, resting volpe next to her. "Ohh One  at  a time guys." Fox yawned.

SAIYAN:  "We could use Bobby Pin? Maybe it likes human meat?" Bowtie suggested.  It was worth a shot. If it wasn't a ghost it would be a good way to  lure it in so they could take down the creature.

 "Then what's with all the Mocha Dick talk?" Undershirt asked as he  shook his head and gained his senses back.

 Wristband immediately lost interest in the conversation. She looked  around at the water. Everything looked pretty still for the the  moment.

GAMER-GODDESS:  "Then just pretend the fish is an asshole, which shouldn't be too hard  considering the situation." Thigh High stroked her chin for a moment  before suggesting, "I'd recommend going for the jugular, but you just  do you."

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Fascinator felt tiny drips of blood on the back of his neck, as he  wiped it away he eyes the water.  "Er... Maybe we have something else?" He points inside the cabin with  unsuspecting eyes. You are too trusting of demons Fasci.  Knittens  regained his balance and hugged Wool. "Maybe it's gone  home?"

K-RO:  "We could try that, where's the human?" HP asked,looking up from the  sonar.

 Leather Jacket shook his head, "No, we're not going to use anybody as  bait. Unless we get someone from that yacht over there. I mean they're  rich, who will miss them? Certainly not their folks who are probably  waiting for them to die for the inheritance."

 "Because it was a shitstain whale and I don't want this kid being  eaten by a whale a la Pinocchio here." Shades said while pointing at  Pack.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  She stretches," C'mon someone's gotta be into that freaky bondage  stuff." Her phone rings and the jaws theme plays really loudly.  "....should..I answer this...?" Fox stared at the black screen.

ZAKUTAKU:  "I VOLUNTEER." Pack raised his weapon, both as confirmation and in  defiance of his cousin. "And I miiiight have a plan of sorts," he  added in, scooting alongside Leather Jacket.

MLLERMANDA:  Bobby Pin gives out another loud yawn,  giving away on where she was  at. She drinks her strawberry banana smoothie and eating some shrimp.

K-RO:  Leather Jacket stared at Pack, nearing glaring dagger into this kid,  "Mijo...If your mom didn't hesitate to kill our brother, what makes  you think she wouldn't hesitate to slit my throat for letting you get  eaten."  He shivered at the thought, shaking his head, "Sit your little ass  down, we're not using anybody as bait."

 "I think we know where that human is," said HP.

SAIYAN:  "Yeah you have fun with that" Undershirt said to Pack. Thank god  someone was stupid enough to do it.

 "What are we waiting for then, LET'S GET HER" Bowtie yelled as she  started to head off

MLLERMANDA:  Bobby Pin contiues to munch on fancy shrimp with full desire.  She was  definetely taking full opportunities of living like the rich, not  noticing at all that demons were planning to use her as bait.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Fascinator didn't say anything because he was glad they didn't notice  him being half-human; getting the rope so he wouldn't be included on  the menu.

K-RO:  "Wait, what? I thought you were just joking." HP turned around to stop  Bowtie before she proceeded.

 Suddenly the creature breached the surface, clawing its way onto the  yacht's deck. It screeched announcing its presence, as if a giant sea  creature on a boat isn't all too obvious.

 "HOLY SHIT," yelled Shades, "I'm not messing with that..."

 HP began pushing Bowtie out of reflex and shoved themselves in the  cabin of the yacht, "THIS IS SCARY but cool, I wanna catch it!"

ZAKUTAKU:  "Fine, be fish food. I'm still fighting it." Cursed angelic relatives,  why can't they just go with the flow for fucks sake. If the angel's  wouldn't let him, then he'd have to take matters into his own hands.  And by that, he meant waiting. Despite wanting to rebel against  Leather Jacket, he made a fair argument about his mom. So he'd wait 10  minutes to jump off and swim to the beastie instead of the usual 5.  Hey, he was being considerate.

ZAKUTAKU:  And those five minutes came considerably faster. HOLY FUCK, THAT WAS  HUGE. And hey, it was going for the reddies first. Nice!

MLLERMANDA:  Gauges jumps out of fear, seeing this big ass creature. " HOLY SHIT!  That's one big monster." He shakes a bit, " Glad I'm not on that  shit."

SAIYAN:  "You would" Bowtie said to HP, not taking her eyes off that dragon  thing.

 "HOLY SHIT!" Undershirt and Wristband said at the creature attacking  that boat. Both were glad they weren't over there. But something told  them that they would have to deal with that thing.

GAMER-GODDESS:  Thigh High blinked

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  "OH MY FUCK...!" Fascinator yelped and took his gun out of his pocket  in panic. Trying to fire it at the thing but the safety was still on.  Snapping back to reality and realizing that this sea dragon was a  ghost and indeed not affected by human means. Meaning that he was  screwed. His stomach pains and dizziness wasn't helping this situation  either.  Knittens pulled out his phone and took a picture. "Neat."

MLLERMANDA:  Bobby Pin eats the last shrimp on her plate as the giant creature  appears on the yacht and starts to claw its way to the ship. The  shrimp falls dramatically along with the plate. She freezes from her  seat, " Oh shit." She stares at the dragon, mainly at its eyes and  gazes at it, not knowing that it was a ghost.

K-RO:  Leather Jacket casually made his way to the top of the boat, carrying  the harpoon, "I'll get the harpoon ready, I guess."

K-RO:  "Hey guys, I just noticed something on that ghost," Shades then points  to the face, "That's a person face, is this the reason why 95% of the  oceans are unexplored?"

MLLERMANDA:  She stares at the mighty beast and hears its mighty sound. Bobby takes  off her shades, not believing how big this shit was. She forces  herself to get off from her seat and goes against the wall off the  yacht and ends up giving a yelp, from the horrendous sunburn and her  "slight" fear of the beast.

ZAKUTAKU:  Holy shit, he was right. That absolutely was a dude's face on that  Lovecraftian abortion. "All the more to burn it," Pack said with a  small shudder. Dear nature; please stop.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  She gets close enough on the deck and she takes a selfie , the ghost  behind her on the yacht. "Heheh breakin the internet.." Fox snickers  and joins the others. " And this is why I poached shit. Ya  just get  inbred turds like these when you don't."

MLLERMANDA:  Gauges chuckles at Shades response, agreeing with him 150%. " Yeah  dude, you're totally right. This thing is uglier than sin itself."

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  "Like another person's face or it's face?" Knittens asked, squinting  his eyes at the beast. "Wait... No I see it! ...Ewwww." turning away  from the strange sight and covers Wool's eyes.  Fascinator was gasping for breathe as he tried to grasp the situation  he was in. He began to slowly back away from the dragon and almost  slipped from awe. "D-Damn..." Fasci triled off in thought of the  concept of death.

MLLERMANDA:  Bobby Pin shakes the dumb fear off the moment she pays attention to  its feature seeing that it was the creature they were wanted from and  gets excited right away. She throws her shades to the ground and takes  out her weapon. " Aww HELL YEA! ITS THE FUCKING BEAST I WAS WAITING  FOR! " She gives out a loud cheer at echoes through all out and jumps  towards the beast with no fear no more. She aims her weapon at the  beast.

K-RO:  Leather Jacket finally prepared the harpoon and carefully aimed at the  ghost. The harpoon was freshly blessed, so this should do some damage.  At least enough to weaken it. Or so he hoped. As it launched, Afrata  look towards the source of the launching noise. Screeching, it dodged  the harpoon and went back into the water, speeding towards the boat,  ramming it hard.  Now the old man and the harpoon were overboard.

 Shades rushed to the side of the boat, trying to get a hold of his  father, "OH FUCK."  A little help may be nice.

MLLERMANDA:  Gauges goes to the father and son duo and tries to help them out.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  She grunts and hops overboard , catching his father. She stabs her  naginata into the side of the boat, not enough to sink it. She stands  on it and hold up his pops, " Hurry the fuck up cramps is a lil  heavy!"  She huffs loudly.

K-RO:  Shades quickly grabs on to Leather Jacket's arm and gets pulled up  into the boat. With him safe, he holds out his hand to help out Stole,  "Hey, thanks."

 Leather Jacket just laid on the ground, trying to catch his breath,  "They did say being a fisherman was the most dangerous job in the  world."

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Knittens crashed against the railing but managed to stay on board,  rubbing his side he tried to make it over to help before the creature  rams the boat again. "Oh nibble nuts...!" he cried out in panic.  Fascinator looked at the harpoon that shot into the yacht and tries to  pull it out.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Fox nods and takes his hand ,letting her namesake shift back. " No  probs..he okay?" She climbs back aboard. "Thanks man"  she said as she  stretched.

K-RO:  "He'll live," Shades replied, "Not like he's new to this."

SAIYAN:  "Alright fuck this guy. Let's get him Wristband" Undershirt yelled as  he tranformed his namesake into his spiked flail and jumped off the  boat, flying towards the ghost.

 Wristband nodded her head and followed suit, transforming her namesake  into butterfly swords and attacking the creature as well.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Stole nodded and cracked her knuckles, "Fair enough." She lets her  namesake shift back and she readys herself.

MLLERMANDA:  Gauges stays quiet and attacks the creature with force.

 Bobby Pin attack the creature, forgetting that it was at her side.

GAMER-GODDESS:  Thigh High transformed her namesake into her rapier before she also  flew towards the ghost, aiming straight for what she assumes was it's  jugular.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Fox  decides to join the clusterfuck and runs to the end of the deck  before jumping off. She aimed her naginata  mid air and swung  downwards towards the ghost.

(( OOC: http://dcmissionaries.boards.net/thread/125/ghost-afrata For those not in the skype chat, here you go! The highest roll for the ghost is 17. If you get the range of 18 and over you hit the ghost! ))

ZAKUTAKU:  Welp, it was fight time. Grabbing the BF, Pack took a good hold of it,  aimed it towards the beast and...

ZAKUTAKU:  Nothing. Nada. Empty lighter plus can of full axe body spray equals a  slightly more tolerable smelling boat. Nonetheless, Pack was peeved.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Fascinator pulled out the harpoon and shrugged. May as well try  throwing it. But the moment he lifted it the harpoon's weight caused  his balance to shift, causing him to fall over pathetically. God damn  it, Fasci.

SAIYAN:  "Damn it! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" Undershirt yelled as he jumped back up  and lunged at the ghost. He build up momentum on his mace and swung  down.

 Wristband followed her brother's lead and slashed at the ghosts with  her swords

K-RO:  The first barrage of attacks were whiffed by Afrata, swimming around  quickly before going under to avoid most attacks. Once it breached it  went back to the fishing boat, keen on sinking it, circling it  viciously.

MLLERMANDA:  Gauges takes a moment to breath before taking another swing towards  the beast. However once he takes the swing, he notices the beast  circling around the ship that he was in. His face turn white and  starts to shake in panic, seeing it closer to them made him want to  kill it faster.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Fox misses and squeaks, falling into the water. She treads water to  get to the boat, avoiding the beast, "Why meee" She swims up to the  ghost and she uses it as a stepping stool, jumping back onto the boat.  "Noooooope"

GAMER-GODDESS:  "Get back here and fIGHT ME!" Thigh High bellowed as she attempted to  downward thrust the ghost a la Zelda 2, but basic physics were against  her as she aimed too high and hit the water with a loud smack.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  She hears the splash and she growns, "not again.." Fox looks at Thigh  High , "You must be shitting me.." She rolls her eyes and dives back  in, swimming over to thigh high with a life preserver she found  hanging up. "YO CHICK I DON'T HONESTLY WANNA SAVE C'MERE"

ZAKUTAKU:  Ok, for real this time. Aiming BF at the beastie, Pack started up the  stream of Axe and flicked on the lighter, a small jet of stream coming  out and going right towards the deep fucker. Score one for the boys  back home. That's what people usually said, right? Right. Either way,  Pack got in a hit and he was proud of himself.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Fascinator spotted Knittens on the fishing boat that the ghost was  sinking and all bets were off. The rage of his young cousin about to  be killed fuels his sudden burst of strength as he dived into the  ocean with the harpoon. Swimming with all his strength, it took not  time at all to reach the ghost.  "Even if it's one hit..!" He mutters as he stabs the harpoon in it's  side, making sure he twists it inside before pulling it out. Realizing  he's in the water with a giant dragon he quickly swims back to the  fishing boat and waves for help.  Knittens spots his cousin and he grabs another life preserver and  throws it down.  "Hold on Fasci! I need to get some rope to let you up!"

K-RO:  If it was a bull, it would of been bucking furiously as it tried to  get Undershirt and Wrsitband off its back. Once those two were gone,  it once more circled the boat, dodging most subsequent attacks the  angels were throwing. It backed off when BF's flamed grazed it. It  didn't really appreciate that, but it didn't appreciate the sudden  harpoon even more.  Afrata then went on the offensive, speeding off for Fascinator and  launching him into the air. Luckily for him, there was a soft surface  where he would land on doing minimal to no damage at all.

MLLERMANDA:  Bobby Pin lands into the water and the water stings her body. She  swims in the ocean and tries to go back to the yacht, doing a terrible  job on fighting the ghost.

 Gauges sighs happily at this, seeing that everyone was able to take  out the scary ghost. However, he looks up and notices a human launched  off by the beast. He stares at the kid, being glad that it was him  that was launched off by the monster.

SAIYAN:  Undershirt's anger was rising. That ghost just wouldn't go down. It  was almost like it was toying with them. "HOW DARE YOU?! YOU THINK  THIS IS A GAME?!!" he yelled as a bright light encased him, fading to  a yellow aura. His eyes blue and blond hair. "HAAAAA" He yelled as he  flew back down and swung his flail, striking the ghost as hard as he  could.

 Wristband just blinked at her brother's display, but followed his lead  and slashed at the ghost herself, concentrating on trying to hit any  weak points.

GAMER-GODDESS:  "Oi, if you don't have anything nice to say then don't bother." Thigh  High rolled her eyes as she forcefully pushed the life preserver  around Fox and swam them both back to the boat. "NOW ISN'T THE TIME TO  START SHIT, PAL!" She yelled as she climbed to the highest point of  the boat only to repeat her previous action with the same  unsatisfactory results.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Fox crosses her arms and she climbs up with her, "Fiiiine." She  gets  the water out of her ear and she runs at the ghost to miss yet again.

K-RO:  Seeing that the ghost was being overwhelmed by the Angels, HP began  preparing a harpoon of his own. One that will stay attached to the  machinery. As he aimed, he fired, piercing the ghost clean through  it's body. Not being able to do much in its weakened state, Afrata was  now being dragged back to the yacht.

ZAKUTAKU:  Pack's palms were a tad bit sweaty. Knees slightly weak and arms  heavy. The coffee was starting to wear off a bit already. But he had  one last can of axe on him. He HAD to be cool guy now. Taking a good  look at the dragged ghost, The heavenbent got a running start with  what reserved energy he had and jumped off the boat, Trigger happy  with his flames as he jabbed at whatever he could. "REPENT OR SOME  SHIT, FUCKERMOTHER," He spurted out, before plopping into the ocean,  surfacing back up to see if he actually managed to blaze the beastie.

MLLERMANDA:  Gauges jumps in joy, seeing the beast was taken out by Pack. It was  amazing to watch.  " PACK, YOU DID IT! Your the hero dude~"

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Knittens dropped the rope down but too late as his guardian was thrown  off into the distance. Tears swelled in his eyes and the sniffles  began over his cousin's presumed death.  Fasci couldn't scream because his whole being was frozen in fear, and  as he flew he landed  back on the shore where a truck full of pillows  happened to crash and leave a giant mound of pillows. He started to  scream bloody hell when he realized he was alive with no broken bones  or harm. Fascinator holds the harpoon in victory as he goes back to  the shore line to watch the battle from afar.  "FUCK ME...! KNITTENS HOLD ON!" Grabbing the harpoon again he swam  back to the ship in panic. Well atleast he's getting exercise.

SAIYAN:  Undershirt panted a bit before flying to the boat and landing. His  aura faded away as his eyes and hair went back to normal. Wristband  followed suit and landed next to him. Se would have to learn how to do  that.

 Meanwhile, Bowtie peered over the bottom of the window.

 "It looks like those angels managed to do it" She said to HP.

K-RO:  The holy flames set fire to the ghost. It then started to bloat where  it exploded right afterwards.  HP dramatically arched backwards, burying his face in his hands and  slowly fell to the floor.

 "I H AD IT. I HAD IT RIGHT THERE AAAAAAAAAAh." He wept a little bit  before proclaiming, "I need a drink."

K-RO:  The bell tolled and 15 coins fell from the heavens, all landing on  Undershirt's head. That's for breaking canon.

 "Nice work Angels. I'll be taking those," said Shades as he began  picking up the coins. But Shades didn't even do anything, What a lazy  man.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Fox crawls back on the deck and she flops on the floor, putting a  thumb in the air before she let her hand flow with her, "eeehhhh.."  She groaned in response.

SAIYAN:  "Oww..." Undershirt said as she twitched on the ground. On the bright  side, all of the water that came up on the deck washed all the junk  off and it no longer smelled like Wristband.

 "Hp, has anyone ever told you how much of a nerd you are?" Bowtie  asked. What goes around comes around I suppose.

K-RO:  HP stared at Bowtwie, "They've told me so many times," he said.  "It's not fair, though," He said in a childish tone. He really wanted  that ghost.

MLLERMANDA:  Gauges stands back and sees the others chatting among with each other.  Guess things are time and it's time to go back home for a brand new  day. He gives out a light uncomfortable smile before he puts his  weapon away and heads off home.

 Bobby Pin ends up seeing the angels winning and that made her angry.  Her skin was burning, her head was rushing but if anyone should be  made at themselves, it should be the demons. They should had known  what they were doing with the ghost and do a better job at it.

 She rages out of anger from the water and was able to climb back to  the yacht. She gets her stuff, steals some more shrimps from the yacht  and leaves.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Fascinator was literally exhausted from swimming to the fishing boat  but hugged the crying Knittens and petted his head.  "Shhhh... I'm fine, see? No dying today." he soothes as he puts Wool  in the boy's hands.  "You want ice cream? C'mon lets go get some ice cream when we go home.  Oh by the way who's harpoon is this?" Fasci asked out loud and raising  it so people could see.  Knittens perked up a bit while he heard ice cream and calmed his  crying down.  "Before I forget... Knittens why did you lie about volunteering?"  Oh shit.

ZAKUTAKU:  Swimming back to the boat,  Pack got aboard, uniform soaked alongside  the BF. Thank fuck he got the metal BF instead of the wooden one.  Shaking off whatever water was on him, Pack took a look behind him to  see- HOLY SHIT, IT WAS FUCKING DEAD. HE ACTUALLY KILLED ONE OF THEM??  For the first time in a while, Pack was actually surprised like. Holy  shit. He actually did something important.  "I... I killed it...??" He  said, shocked that he managed to get the finishing blow on the deep  fucker. "Wow I.... WOW. Three cheers for us, eh?"

GAMER-GODDESS:  Finally re-submerging, Thigh High's head popped up on the side of the  boat opposite to all the action, "HEY, DID WE WIN OR WHAT!?" She  called as she swam back to the boat for the second time today.

GAMER-GODDESS:  *re-emerging

K-RO:  Leather Jacket took the harpoon from Fascinator and began cleaning any  ghost slime off it, "Ese sera mio, gracias."

 Shades went to Pack, trying to pick him up in celebration but holy  shit this kid was too heavy for him. He patted his head regardless,  "I'm so proud of you!"

ZAKUTAKU:  Hearing Thigh-High's voice, Pack went over to the direction the angel  was heading and handed out BF as a support she could grab onto.

ZAKUTAKU:  "Yeah, we did, surprisingly!" Pack answered the angel's question,  helping her aboard. "I... made it explode?" Cool in both theory and in  practice, Pack was honestly surprised

ZAKUTAKU:  Granted, the beastie was weakened from the efforts of the other  angels, but hey, finishing blow bragging rights! Freaking out a bit at  the attempted pick up, Pack accepted said pat to the head  as Shady  congratulated him. "Eh, piece of piss. Granted, I probably would've  been dead if you guys didn't soften him up, but still! Another victory  for the good guys, yeah?" He said with a small, yet genuine smile ,  which is considered a rare thing to see if  one knew Pack. Congrats,  Shady. You witnessed history today.

GAMER-GODDESS:  "You know ghosts, they always have to go out in a blaze of glory." She  smirked as she planted her feet back on the boat. " Congrats on  killing it, dude!" Thigh High exclaimed as she slapped Pack's back.  "Are we done here? Though, this smell is still just as bad, if not  worse than before!"

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  "Congrats Pack! " Was that a smile? Ew fox stop that you have no soul  that's not what mean girls do. She rings out her hair and her skirt ,"  ugh I need a shower and an orgasm after this " Fox stretched and  yawned.

ZAKUTAKU:  Hey, congratulatory praises. It's... been a good while since he heard  stuff like that. Work sucks most of that joy away due to asshole  fuckwad idiot customers and a work crew about as useful as  crowdfunding the third Reich, but hey, Pack was happy. Cute people  were congratulating him and he soaked in that positivity.

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