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The Third Caballero- Chapter 1

Summary: Donald Duck is spending Christmas with his family and closest friends, enjoying the festivities and sharing some exciting news with his partners, Panchito and José.

Notes: This is a Ducktales/Legend of the Three Caballeros Anastasia inspired AU. Credit for the inspiration goes to @levtuve for making these really cool pictures that gave me the idea to write this story!

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It was yet another lively night in the municipality of Vera Cruz, Bahia- a bright and vibrant port town located in Brazil. Party-goers were out in full swing, celebrating Christmas Eve throughout the state with lots of energy and loud calls of “Feliz Natal!” and “Feliz Natal e Feliz Ano Novo!”.

One surprising location for festivities was a huge, lavish mansion along the coast with a large, embellished golden image of an American dollar sign on the front of the building- making it look more than a little gaudy compared to the other buildings along the coast, but the owner of the mansion and its residents hardly minded. Well, more accurately, most of them were temporary residents, as this was actually one of several vacation homes/work bases for the richest duck in the world- Scrooge McDuck.

Normally, the grumpy old miser wasn’t one for parties, but it was a special occasion: It was his grand-nephews’ first Christmas! His niece, Della, had brought three bouncing baby boys into the world back in April (though the bouncing didn’t really begin until they hatched a month later, even if Della’s brother, Donald, almost made one bounce when he accidentally dropped one of the eggs) and this year marked many of their first holidays with the family. Scrooge promised himself that after their first birthday party, the over-abundance of joy and expensive festivities would be reigned back for at least another ten years. He wasn’t made of money, darn it all…even if he did have more of it than anyone could probably spend in a lifetime…

Still, all things said and done, it was a pretty lively party. Not one of his corporate-level holiday bashes where he invited business associates and every coworker under the sun (those were saved for back in Duckburg), but all of the family, friends, and friends of family and family of friends that turned up certainly ensured a full-house. There was music in the air, people dancing and singing Christmas songs in a variety of languages, and a large spread of food and drinks from around the world.

One happy-go-lucky duck in particular, Scrooge’s nephew Donald, seemed to be having the time of his life. It was a special occasion, so, instead of wearing his usual blue sailor outfit, he donned a sleek black-and-white one with a matching cap- special occasions deserved special outfits, after all.

Donald didn’t normally like places so packed with people that he kept bumping into someone every five seconds, but it was hard to be upset when each accidental collision resulted in a much needed conversation or an excited hug. He kept going back and forth between various family members he hadn’t heard from in a while due to his service with the navy, friends he hadn’t seen in person aside from the occasional video call, and his sister who was singing Christmas carols to her boys while attempting to feed them or at least prevent them from eating their new toys.

The one group he kept coming back to most, though, was a pair of brightly colored birds who certainly stood out amongst all the ducks and geese in the room: One was a green parrot dressed in a yellow outfit resembling a classic Malandros with a matching hat and a black bowtie on his high white collar. He had an air of charm about him as he smoked a cigar (careful to do so far away from the bebês, of course) and leaned against a black umbrella in his hand as if it were a cane. The other bird was a brown and red rooster with white hands dressed in a red outfit consisting of charro pants and a bolero jacket with spurs on his feet, a gun belt with two holstered pistols around his waist, and a giant sombrero on his head. He came off as more energetic than his green counterpart, but it was the kind of energy born of excitement and happiness that was incredibly infectious to anyone who approached him.

“José! Panchito!” Donald made his way to the pair for what was probably the fiftieth time that night, this time haphazardly balancing stacks of plates and over-filled cups in his arms. “Hey! Sorry I took so long!” Donald started in his odd but unique voice as he brought over the food and drinks. “There was a HUGE line for the pu-” His sentence turned into one of his infamous squawking sounds when his foot caught on the edge of the fancy imported rug under their feet. “!!!!” He started to fall over, arms flailing and the food and drinks becoming airborne.

The other two birds acted quickly, springing into action to assist their amigo.

First the green parrot, José, moved towards Donald and caught him mid-fall with one arm. He smiled charmingly at the flustered duck and, with a chuckle, gave him a wink that made the other’s cheeks turn red under his white feathers. “This is the fifth time tonight I’ve had to catch you, querido. If you wanted a dance, you could have just asked.” With his unoccupied hand, José gave his umbrella a twirl so that it pointed upwards and, with surprising accuracy, moved it so that he caught the three glasses of fruit punch in a neat stack right on the tip of his umbrella without spilling a drop on the expensive (though likely bought for a bargain) rug.

“¡Ay, caramba!” Meanwhile the rooster, Panchito, made a bit of a show out of catching the plates of food. He jumped into the air to catch the first plate in his left hand, then, while still in the air, he tapped the next closest plate with his foot so that it careened close enough to be caught in his right one. He did a flip before landing dramatically on one knee with his head angled slightly, the third plate landing perfectly on the tip of his sombrero. At a round of applause from the few onlookers nearest the trio, Panchito jumped back up to his feet and gave a bow of his head in thanks (careful not to tip the plate on his hat over) before joining his amantes and catching the end of the green one’s sentence. “Haha! I dunno, Zé- this is about what I’d expect from our Donald’s dance skills!” He joked while holding their plates out for them.

“Not true!” Donald tried to defend himself while standing up fully to (somewhat reluctantly) get out of José’s arms. “I can samba just fine, and you know it!” His cheeks puffed out as he sulked, grabbing the offered plate of food and stuffing a handful of chips into his mouth while muttering angrily under his breath.

“Sim, sim, we know, querido.” José chuckled softly while lowering his umbrella, allowing each of them to grab their drink from the stack on its tip. Once all the drinks were safely in-hand, he twirled the umbrella back around and let the hook of the handle catch on his arm, freeing his other hand to take his own plate from Panchito as well. “Though, you do have to admit, something does usually end up breaking whenever you dance.”

“No it doesn’t!” Donald tried to defend himself again, becoming even more aggravated and flustered. “At least…not when I dance with you guys…” He mumbled the last part of his sentence, glancing away and nibbling on a celery stalk in an attempt to avoid saying anything else.

The other two birds gazed at him with equally fond looks and soft smiles on their faces.

“El es tan lindo.” Panchito sighed.

“Ele é muito fofo.” José sighed at the same time.

Grinning, the two latin birds came up on either side of Donald, effectively trapping him between them, and gave him a matching pair of kisses on his cheeks.

Donald squawked and nearly dropped his food and drink again, his whole face turning red enough to be seen through his feathers this time. “H-Hey! Cut that out! Give me a warning next time!”

Panchito let out a loud laugh and hooked his arm around Donald’s shoulders. “Como quieras, mi amigo! From now on we’ll tell you every time we’re about to kiss you!”

“Concordo.” José said while sliding his own arm around Donald’s waist so that his hand rested on his opposite hip. “For example: We’re about to kiss you again.” Was the only warning he gave before he and Panchito each gave him another kiss on the cheek.

Donald groaned and tipped his head down, unable to hide his face in his hands since they were both full and effectively being held away from him due to the arms wrapped around him. “You two are despicable…”

“No, merely incorrigible!” José corrected with a smile. “We have to get our fill of you before your next tour.”

Although it came off as light-hearted and flirtatious, the reminder of their imminent separation during Donald’s naval tours never failed to bring a touch of somberness and melancholy to their mood.

“Speaking of,” Panchito started while squeezing Donald’s shoulders a touch tighter, though never enough to actually hurt him, of course. “When are you being sent out again? Any ideas, amigo?”

“Actually…” Donald began, swallowing even though he had nothing in his mouth at the moment. “I wanted to talk to you guys about that.”

“??” A matching pair of inquisitive, curious eyes looked at Donald expectantly.

“Not here.” Donald said while glancing around at the bustling, packed room full of beloved but nosey family members.

He gestured for them to follow him with a nod of his head towards the staircase leading to the upper levels of the mansion- an area that wasn’t currently being used for the party and was mostly empty at this time. José and Panchito followed him up the steps and through the long hallways without hesitation, eagerly anticipating their dear friend’s words. They all made sure to finish their food and drinks along the way to ensure there would be no distractions whatsoever, leaving the dishes on a coffee table in the hall to be collected on their way back.

Once they were all standing together in the mansion’s library with the door closed to block out any bits of conversations from unintentional eavesdroppers, Panchito finally broke the silence the three had been walking in on their way up. “What did you want to tell us, amigo? Did something happen?” He was concerned. It normally took a lot to break the rooster’s good mood, but Donald being quiet was worrisome to anyone who knew the duck as well as he and José did.

Judging by the look on the parrot’s face, he shared his parceiro’s concerns. “Are you in some sort of trouble?”

“Yes- I mean, no.” Donald quickly corrected himself when he saw that his initial answer was about to trigger a flurry of worried questions. He held his hands up in a disarming gesture, hoping to show them that it wasn’t anything bad. “Yes, something happened, but, no, I’m not in trouble.” He clarified before lowering his hands. He took a deep breath, held it for a second, then exhaled to try calming himself down before continuing. “I’m done with the navy.”

“!!!!” His words earned surprised expressions and slack beaks from his friends.

As expected, Panchito was the first one to speak again. “¡¿Lo dice en serio?!” His surprise turned to protective fury in an instant. “Did someone give you trouble?! Just give me a name and I’ll-!”

“Easy, Panchi.” José soothed his partner with a calming hand on his tensed shoulder. “Let him finish.”

At a reluctant nod from the still tense caballero, Donald continued. “It’s okay, Panchito, I was honorably discharged.” He explained, easing the other bird’s mood considerably. “I just..” He fumbled with his words for a moment, as he so often did. “I thought it over and talked to my superior officers about it..and..I decided to quit. Della’s gonna need help raising the boys- family help, not just a sitter or a nanny that Uncle Scrooge is gonna hire.”

“So, then, you are moving back to Duckburg?” José questioned with an understanding nod.

“Yeah.” Donald smiled a little bit, running a hand over the feathers on the back of his head. “It’ll be nice to go home again…but…” He looked away for a moment, uneasiness and nervousness clear on his face as he fought with his words again. “I..wanted to see if you guys..well..do you wanna..maybe……go on a trip together before going back to Duckburg?”

“A trip?” The two colorful birds repeated back at the same time curiously.

“Mhm.” Donald nodded, growing slowly bolder with his words as he spoke more freely. “Della brought the houseboat with her, it’s parked out by the docks- she’s gonna be staying with Uncle Scrooge at the mansion back home so the boys have a safe place to grow up- and I really wanted to go on another adventure with you guys!” The house boat was technically Donald’s, as having a mobile address made more sense than a house he’d barely stay at, and he usually found someone to leave it with whenever he went overseas for work. Truthfully, he hadn’t had a set address since the trio left Quackmore. “We can go back to Mexico, or tour Brazil again, or go somewhere new- anywhere we want! And we’ll be living on the boat full time, so we can stay in Duckburg as long as we want and just pack up and leave whenever we need to take a break and go somewhere else and-”

In the midst of Donald’s excited rambling, José picked up on one key bit of information that Donald had inadvertently let slip. “Um momento.” When Donald stopped talking, this time being the one to give the other bird a curious look, José returned it with a brow raised in question as he asked for clarification. “Are you saying you would like us to move in with you?”

Panchito blinked as the realization dawned on him as well, looking between José and Donald with a gasp. “¡¿Qué?!”

Donald blushed, realizing that he had jumped straight into talking about the idea without actually ASKING them if that’s what they would want as well. They’d all enjoyed their time living together before, but it had been a few years since those days in the crowded cabana (then later in the lavish mansion they were given for a short time). “Ummm…y-yes? Sorta? Only if you want to!” He started getting nervous again, subconsciously fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Oh no, was he blowing it? Maybe they didn’t want to? Of course not, they were adventurers that belonged in beautiful, tropical rainforests and wild plains, not cooped up in a crummy old house boat with him and-

“AAAAAIIIYYYYYHAAAAAAA!!!” Panchito let out one of his infamously loud gritos and practically tackled Donald, scooping him up in a hug that lifted the startled duck clear off the ground. “¡Este es el mejor regalo de Navidad!”

“Donald!” José was quick to join in on the hug, ending up on Donald’s other side after Panchito opened his arms just long enough to scoop his other compañero up off the ground as well. He smiled while looking at the slightly startled, but mostly embarrassed, duck trapped in the loving embrace with him. “Sim! We would love to do that!”

“R-Really?” Donald asked, still nervous that they didn’t actually want to, but so hopeful at the same time.

“¡Claro!” Both replied with matching grins and looks of excitement on their faces. To prove they meant it, they peppered Donald’s face with kisses until he finally believed them and relaxed.

“Stop that!” The trapped duck said between bursts of laughter, pushing at their heads in an attempt to escape the onslaught. He didn’t really want it to stop, though- he was just as happy and excited for the future as they were.

“Ah!” Panchito gasped with a big smile on his face as he released them. “You know what this moment needs?” He reached up into his sombrero and pulled out his guitar (the other two would never understand how he made it fit in there without magic). “¡Música!”

Donald and José chuckled at the taller bird’s enthusiasm before he started strumming out a tune that was more than familiar to both of them. By the time Panchito began to sing, they were already moving to the rhythm.

“We’re three caballeros! Three gay caballeros! They say we are birds of a feather.”

Donald and José flapped their arms and made whistling noises to imitate smaller birds as they danced around Panchito.

“We’re happy amigos. No matter where he goes-”

José sang the next part while standing shoulder to shoulder with Panchito. “The one, two, and three goes!”

“We’re always together!” Donald finished the line and stood on José’s other side.

They laughed and jumped around for a moment, letting out happy shouts and whistles before dancing to the next verse that Panchito sang.

“We’re three happy chappies, with snappy serapes. You’ll find us beneath our sombreros!” He threw his sombrero in the air, letting it land on the ground so they could dance around it before he kicked it back up to land on his head. “We’re brave and we’ll stay so. We’re bright as a peso.”

“Who says so?” Donald asked with a fake look of confusion.

“We say so!” José and Panchito responded as they playfully elbowed him.

“The three caballeros!” All three of them sang together with a smile, José even lifting his umbrella to his beak briefly to play it like a trumpet before they continued. “Ohhhhhh!”

“We have the stars to guide us.” Panchito continued while pointing out the window with his guitar. “Guitars here beside us-” He strummed his with a flourish, as he was currently the only one with a guitar. “To play as we go!” He gave a spin, José and Donald joining him in the swaying motion afterwards. “We sing and we samba. We shout ‘ay caramba’!”

“What means ‘ay caramba’?” José asked in a normal voice, even though they all knew the answer to that by now.

“Oh, yes..” Panchito gave a shrug, feigning ignorance. “I dunno.” They all burst into uproarious laughter at that one.

“Ohhhhh!” They all sang together after their laughter subsided.

“Through fair or stormy weather…” Panchito began the next verse.

José and Donald finished the line for him, standing on either side of him with arms around the rooster’s shoulders. “We stand close together- like books on a shelf!”

“And pals though we may be,” Panchito continued, nodding towards an old poster of a lovely carnival girl on the wall with a wink. “When some latin baby, says ‘yes’, ‘no’, or ‘maybe’-”

They all gave a wolf whistle and pretended to shove at each other as they finished the verse together. “Each man is for himself!”

Though there was more to the song, they decided to end it there (mostly because they were all laughing too much to continue singing). Panchito tucked the guitar back up into his hat and scooped his laughing compadres up into another embrace- one that the other two gladly returned. Singing their song, a special one that was just for the three of them, always left them smiling and laughing and feeling close to each other like nothing else in the world ever could.

In all fairness, though, the thought of living together and traveling the world side-by-side again in the soon-to-be future was a VERY close second.

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After the three amigos finished talking and having some quality time together upstairs, they rejoined the party below. José and Panchito complied with Donald’s request not to say anything about his early retirement- Donald wanted to tell his family at his own pace, starting with Scrooge and Della and then slowly spreading the word to his closer cousins (though some would likely find out anyway through the proverbial grapevine).

Donald spotted Scrooge sitting with Della and the boys, the one in red (Huey, he reminded himself) trying to climb up the older duck’s shoulders while Della was bouncing the blue and green ones (Dewey and Louie, gosh it was a good thing they started dressing them in different colors- telling them apart at this age was difficult) on her legs while the two grownups talked. Waving a momentary farewell to José and Panchito, Donald left their sides to go speak to his family.

As he drew closer, Scrooge looked up at him with one eyebrow raised in question. “Y’ didn’ leave a mess up there, did y’? ‘cause I’m not payin’ the maids extra for cleanin’ a whole ‘nother floor.”

Donald flinched slightly, remembering the dishes they’d left upstairs. “Just a few plates, Uncle Scrooge. I’ll clean them up, promise.”

Scrooge noted the reply and shrugged, looking down at the baby that had moved over into his lap. “Ah, if that’s all, then it’s fine. You lot were up there for so long, we thought y’ were-”

“Uncle Scrooge!” Della cut him off while placing one hand on each side of her children’s heads to cover their ears, pressing their fluffy heads together to cover the other ones in an attempt to mute the conversation. “Not in front of the boys!”

Scrooge rolled his eyes a little. “Aye, I’ve got it- no need for the ‘evil eye’.” He held Huey out towards Donald when the baby started squirming and making grabby hands in his younger uncle’s direction. “Now then, I know that look- what’s on your mind, lad?” He asked after Donald grabbed the baby, giving Scrooge a chance to finally stretch his arms and legs properly.

Donald held the little fluffy baby dressed in a red onesie gently in his arms, looking down at him with a soft, caring smile. Seeing his nephews like this, as well as the rest of his family, definitely made his life-altering decision much easier. “I’ve got some big news…”

He spent a few minutes telling Scrooge and Della what he’d told his partners earlier (Della having almost the same reaction as Panchito and threatening to feed someone to a shark until Donald calmed her down). By the end of his explanation, he was met with two tender, grateful smiles.

“Aww..Donald..” Della’s eyes were misty with unshed tears. She moved the boys in her lap over to lean against one arm so she could rub her sleeve across her face before motioning for him to come in for a hug. “Come on, bring it in- you’d better not leave me hanging, bro!” She grinned and made a grabby motion with the extended hand like Huey had earlier to get attention.

Memories of several years-worth of aggressive tackles and feather-removing noogies flashed through his mind. “Yeah, yeah, I know what happens if I do that.” Donald said after shifting Huey to one arm as well and leaned down to hug his sister.

They embraced for a moment, the loving bond between the siblings still so incredibly strong. After all these years and all the times they had to be apart over that time, it would be nice getting to live near each other again.

Scrooge regarded them with a fond smile. The look in his eyes silently saying that he was proud of them, proud of his niece and nephew and the fine adults they’d grown into over the years. “When can we expect y’ back in Duckburg, then?”

Donald sat down properly in a chair next to his sister, the two of them bringing the boys closer together so they could play and babble at each other easily. “I’m not sure. I’m gonna go on a trip with Panchito and José, first, and we’re not sure where yet. After we go on one more big adventure, we’ll move the houseboat over to the docks by Duckburg-”

“You guys are moving in together?!” Della asked with an excited smile. Her voice, unfortunately, came out too loud in her eagerness and it startled the babies who looked about ready to cry. “Ah! Sorry! Mama’s sorry! Shh, shh, it’s okay!” She rocked and patted them while speaking in a hushed voice until they all calmed down and went back to their baby-talk. With the potential crying crisis averted, Della looked back to her brother with a still excited smile, but a much softer voice. “That’s great! Ah! I can’t believe it!”

Della had been the most supportive member of his family when it came to Donald’s relationship with Panchito and José. From the day he introduced her to the two odd guys he’d gone on a world-saving adventure with, she’d made jokes about them dating, pestered them until they finally admitted they were going out, and was always the first one to ask for updates on their relationship whenever the three got together. There was no doubt in Donald’s mind that, if marriage were a viable option for the three of them, Della would be the first one to volunteer for any and all available wedding positions.

“Great,” Uncle Scrooge started sarcastically. “Two more deadbeats t’ mooch off me…”

It was mostly a joke. He didn’t mind having them over as guests, and he didn’t really mind Donald’s relationship with the other birds since they made him so happy. He just had a general irritation with people who coasted through life on good luck without much worry for their own finances.

Unfortunately, that was a way of living that the Three Caballeros were more than familiar with, whether they were adventuring or just living day-to-day. They usually got by selling off treasure they found on their adventures, finding ways to make the money last until they found a way to get more. Donald joining the navy helped to supplement his own income, and he happily shared it with the others when they needed it.

After all, that’s what they always did and always would do: Look after each other.

Life wasn’t always easy in their world. They had their share of ups and downs. They had good adventures and bad adventures. But, being friends- being FAMILY- meant looking after each other during the rougher patches so you could enjoy the brighter ones together. It was a bond that Donald wouldn’t give up for all the money in the world..

“We can look after ourselves.” Donald stated, defending both himself and his friends with that firm statement.

“Maybe so,” Scrooge had a thoughtful look on his face, as if he was weighing a few options in his head. “But..a wee bit of motivation never hurt anyone..” He got up from his seat and walked off. “I’ll be right back- don’ go runnin’ off nowhere.”

“??” Donald watched his uncle walk away with a confused tilt of his head. “O..kay..?”

His uncle was an odd one at times. Eh, what could he do, though? Family was family.

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Scrooge caught up with Donald about an hour later, managing to catch the duck in rare moment where he was alone. “Just the duck I was hopin’ t’ see.” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small, simple box with a red bow on top. “Thought I’d go ahead and give y’ your first Christmas present a tad early.”

Donald was certainly surprised. “Huh? A present?” He took the box and examined it closely. Giving gifts wasn’t something Scrooge was overly fond of- usually each relative only got one from him and that was it. To say he was giving Donald more than one was a little strange, even more so to do it now instead of waiting until Christmas Day like they usually did. “What is it?” He asked while untying the bow, only receiving a knowing smile from his uncle in return. Once the bow was removed, Donald opened up the box and looked inside. “A necklace?” He asked with a confused look on his face.

He pulled it out to examine it properly in the light. He had to admit, it did look nice: It consisted of a simple but somewhat wide golden snake chain with a twisting clasp on the back for the neckpiece. There was only one thing on the chain- what appeared to be a round locket the same color of gold as the chain and seemed to be welded to it to keep it in place. The middle of the locket had some sort of opaque purple glass-like material in the center of it on the front, obscuring whatever was inside and adding a touch of color to it.

While inspecting it, Donald noticed a hastily written inscription on the solid gold on the back of the locket that said “Fortune favors the brave. –See you in Duckburg.” He also found a small hidden switch along the side of the locket and, curious to see what was inside, he pressed it, causing the purple glass to pop open and reveal-

“?!!!!!” Donald made one of his surprised/startled squawking sounds. He quickly caught himself when some people started staring and slapped a hand over his beak, holding the locket close to his chest with his other hand so no one would see what was inside of it. Once everyone went back to their own conversations, writing the sound off as another one of Donald’s false-alarm overreactions, he uncovered his beak and looked to his uncle with wide eyes and a hushed voice. “Uncle Scrooge! This is-?!”

“Aye.” Scrooge nodded sagely, reaching over to carefully close the locket with one finger. “I thought it might give you lads some motivation- a chance t’ start thinkin’ about your future t’gether.” He pointed at Donald with the cane in his other hand. “Now, just so we’re clear, I’m not givin’ it to y’ for good: I’m trustin’ y’ t’ look after it with your LIFE until you can bring it back safe and sound to Duckburg. Are we clear?”

Donald nodded his head up and down vigorously. “Uh huh! Uh huh! Crystal clear, Uncle Scrooge! Thank you!”

“You’re welcome, lad.” Scrooge smiled again and walked past Donald, giving him a pat on the shoulder as he passed him. “Merry Christmas, Donald.”

Donald smiled softly at his uncle before looking back down at the locket in his hands. He brushed his thumb over the switch on the side to look at the contents of the locket again, knowing how important it was to his uncle and honored that he was being trusted with something so precious to the older duck.

“Merry Christmas, Uncle Scrooge..” He said while looking at a tiny version of his reflection looking back up at him from the small, shiny silver dime safely secured and hidden away in the locket.

This was turning out to be the best Christmas ever!

Next Chapter->

End Notes: I’ve got the first couple of chapters already written and I’ll post them as I finish final edits/proof-reading. Hope everyone likes it!

Translations:

“Feliz Natal!” and “Feliz Natal e Feliz Ano Novo!” - "Merry Christmas!" and "Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!"

“El es tan lindo.” - "He's so cute."

“Ele é muito fofo.” - "He is very cute."

Como quieras, mi amigo! - As you wish, my friend!

Concordo - Agreed.

“¡¿Lo dice en serio?!” - “Are you serious?!”

“Um momento.” - “One moment.”

“¡Este es el mejor regalo de Navidad!” - "This is the best Christmas present ever!"

“¡Claro!” - “Of course!”

And all of the other little words sprinkled throughout are different terms of endearment from both Portugese and Spanish meaning things like honey, love, dear, partner, boyfriend, etc.

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bigskydreaming · 5 years

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I know it seems like I hate Tim Drake as much as I rant about stuff involving him, haha, but I don’t....I actually LOVE 90s era Tim Drake and how he and Dick used to be...I’m just very aggro about how Dick was thrown under the bus for his decision to make Damian the new Robin, and not believing Tim about Bruce being alive.

Because like....one thing that comes up a LOT is how much Tim had lost in just the last year or two in comics, and so it was like Dick was just piling on more....with the death of Tim’s dad, Steph (well fake death), Connor, etc.

Even though no real attention is paid to how much Dick had lost during this same time period and the stresses he was under when making those two infamous decisions.

But I actually want to talk about something that doesn’t get mentioned a lot, and its the time period when Tim first became Robin himself. Six months after Jason died, and like...when Tim first showed up, wanting Dick to go back to being Robin, Dick was very VERY clear about not wanting ANYONE to be Robin, ever again. As I’ve often pointed out, it wasn’t just another Robin that had died, in Dick’s eyes...that memorial in the cave was yet one more of Dick’s family that he had to see in the same colors and kind of costume he’d watched his first family die in. You’ll never convince me that not only was Tim a total stranger to Dick at this point, and not only was he mourning Jason, but Dick was probably sick of seeing his family die in the colors and costume he’d never intended anyone else to wear besides him (and thus possibly die in).

Dick was NOT pro-another Robin, initially.

I think I’ve said before that after Tim showed up already in the Robin costume, to rescue Dick and Bruce, that I think Dick made the decision to tell Tim to be Robin then because he figured it was inevitably going to happen anyway at this point, and at least this way he had SOME say in it. And I think his willingness to come back to Gotham to train Tim as Robin, along with Bruce, had less to do with Tim ‘getting them to talk again” and more to do with Dick - whose last major interaction with Bruce had been his dad being abusive to him, the kid he’d raised from age eight - I personally feel that Dick was just as worried about what Bruce might do to Tim if triggered the wrong way, as Tim was about what Bruce was doing to criminals and to himself.

But I bring this up specifically to talk about what was going on in OTHER titles at the same time as all of this. The same time as Dick was expected to once more, put aside his own feelings and be the one to essentially come crawling back to the manor without any real apology from Bruce for his inexcusable actions, no matter how griefstricken he was, all for the sake of a new Robin. Just like Dick has always been forced to put aside his feelings in order to do what’s best for a new Robin.

But like....you know what OTHER losses Dick was reeling from during that same time frame, with this NEVER getting mentioned as far as I’ve ever seen?

Well for starters, this was right around the same time as the original Titans Hunt. I can’t fully line up where the Titans issues are supposed to occur time wise, compared to the Batman issues, but for context, the issue where Dick goes to see Bruce after Jason’s death, and Bruce punches him and throws him out, with this being the last time Dick goes to the manor before Tim shows up, as far as I know - that was in New Teen Titans #55. The original Titans Hunt storyline started in NTT #71. Noooot that long after, given how comic book time works.

And the original Titans Hunt was DEVASTATING to the Titans, and Dick in particular, as their long time leader. Tons of minor Titans were killed off by the Wildebeest Society, Garth was put in a coma, Cyborg was almost completely destroyed and his machine body had to almost fully be rebuilt from scratch. Raven’s mother and Danny Chase were both ‘killed’ and merged with the souls of Azarath to create the new character Phantasm, who wasn’t truly either of them, Golden Eagle was killed, etc, etc...and it ended with a possessed Jericho, one of Dick’s best friends, being killed in front of him by Joey’s own father, Slade...at Joey’s desperate request.

Like these are the losses that Dick was reeling from at the same time as he was expected to put aside his anger and hurt towards Bruce, his grief for Jason, and his own initial personal desire that there NOT be another Robin ever again, so he didn’t end up having to see yet more family die in his own family colors. But that didn’t stop Dick from doing what was best for Tim, for Tim’s sake, for reaching out to him and becoming a brother (and no, this wasn’t out of guilt for not being a better brother to Jason, I will die on that hill as always, he loved Jason and DID make time for him even if most of it was offpanel due to a lack of places to put it). My point being, Dick did it, at the end of the day, because that’s who he is, that’s who he’s always been, and like....why is Dick always expected to go above and beyond, but characters like Tim aren’t? Why is it in his case about HIS hurt, instead of about the expectation that Tim, as Robin, as Dick’s brother, should understand the necessity of doing what was best for Damian - who no matter what else he was or had done to them, was ultimately a ten year old who’d never even had the opportunity to be taught anything other than violence? Isn’t that what heroes are supposed to do? See where they’re TRULY needed?

Because despite fanon, that’s what Dick’s always done when a new Robin debuts, and I honestly think its a disservice to TIM and his character, as much as it is to Dick for being the recipient of his anger, that fandom fixates so much on Tim as the victim of Dick’s choice there. Instead of allowing him to step up and do what’s always just been ‘expected’ of Dick, whereas for Tim its simply an opportunity, a choice he could make instead of stewing in his resentment, which is still perfectly fine with fandom, if that’s the way he wants to go (and usually does).

Anyway, bottom line is I guess I’m just aggro about how much people uphold each and every tragedy the others have gone through while minimizing Dick’s losses, because when you DO hold up Dick’s and look at what Dick’s choices say in the context of them, specifically.....Dick’s sacrifices are way more apparent than they’re usually treated as, and the strength of his character a hell of a lot more impactful.

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Sway Pt.5 - Danny Rayburn x Reader (Bloodline)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Here / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10

Author’s Note: This is it! The infamous chapter I wrote twice!! To make up for it, I’ve added in a bunch of stuff that wasn’t there before like more Jase/Javi/Danny banter. I actually LOVE their dynamic... Yeaaah I wrote a scene based on another scene because I couldn’t HELP it. The gifs will prove that! Valentine’s Day doesn’t even necessarily have to be the setting for any of the following to happen... Only, it was near Valentine’s Day at the time and it all made a lot of sense in my head. So, celebrate Valentine’s Day a month late, why don’t you? (haha...) + Bonus. I made a Gerry reference. 😉

Disclaimer: As started before, I own nada by my OCs. I took some lyrical liberties with ‘Slow Dance in a Parking Lot’ by Jordan Davis. Sue me! Please don’t actually sue me. I finished Bloodline and it actually hurts, so, I’m going to be “stealing” a bunch of ideas/lines... Here is the very first scene stealing moment, though.

Premise: The Premise is Valentine’s Day, need I say more? I tried not to be horribly Cliche...

Word Count: 7748

Warnings: Drinking, Sexual Pre-Amble (a-la-pt-4). The knowledge this will never be as good as the version I actually deleted? I had a breakdown in the middle of my living room over that, it deserves a warning

…And I don't care what song comes next I'm falling right here, don't want a safety net. In a slow dance with you Spinning you around by the restaurant sign Moving our feet over the painted white lines Getting close to you Making the most of whatever we got Even if it's just a slow dance in a parking lot

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I want to wear his initial On a chain round my neck, chain round my neck Not because he owns me, But 'cause he really knows me Which is more than they can say

Danny couldn’t believe that another month had flown by. As he flicked the calendars in the restaurant to February. You’d been dating since the previous summer. And things were getting serious. He couldn’t remember the last time that he had been in a relationship this long. But, he was glad for it. Jason whistled as he turned over the calendar in the kitchen; “Busiest day of the year ahead Danny! You gonna leave us in the lurch!?” Danny turned to him, confused “What?” “Valentine’s Day! C’mon man, what are you doing with Y/N!!” He turned back to the calendar, eyes wide, oh. God! “…I wasn’t going to go anywhere… I was gonna come… here… Oh my God!” “Danny!!!” Jason couldn’t believe it “Did you forget about Valentine’s Day!?” “When was the last time I ever did anything on Valentines!?” He turned to Jason “It’s always been just another day…! Crap! She’s gonna kill me!” “Probably!” Jason laughed Javier poked his head through the kitchen window at the commotion; “What is up!?” “Danny forgot Valentine’s Day.” “WHAT!?” Javier laughed “NO! Danny! THE most important day for any girl in a relationship!?” “Stop it! Both of you! What am I gonna do! I can’t leave you all – you’re right, it’s traditionally one of the busiest days of the year…! God, can I really bring her here again??”

Whilst he mulled this over in his head, half in panic, Javier disappeared from the window, and then waltzed through the kitchen doors. The grin on his face obvious with what he was going to do; “…How are you gonna approach that one?” “He’s got 14 days…” Jason folded his arms, just as intent on hearing Danny’s plan – that he had about 5 seconds to come up with… Danny put his head in his hands “I’m just gonna have to owe her big time…” He thought on it “No, maybe… Maybe I can make this right… I’ll go a little off menu… Something she’ll really like. Then in a few weeks when it isn’t so busy I’ll take her out…” “It’s almost booked up!” Javier turned to the book to check it out, and became concerned with how busy he would be that night; “I’ll find somewhere for her! It’s my place!” “…Well, You got two weeks!” Jason pointed back to the calendar he had just changed. “Don’t forget the gift! Girls love gifts!” Danny made a noise like they weren’t making it any easier, which they weren’t. Javier almost tutted “Can you imagine? Poor, poor Y/N... She'll be expecting a long-" "Loooong!" Jason chimed in, with an eyebrow wiggle "Romantic night...!" "So romantic!" Jason put his hand over his heart as Javi put an arm around him and continued; "Michelin star restaurant, Miami skyline view, Danny's money paying... The works Valentines... As only she deserves. But picture this instead..." He held his hands out emphasising the two words of the restaurant name; "Viva Caputa. Again! And two measly hours of her boyfriend’s time." Danny looked like he was on the verge of anger at their teasing, and Javier narrowly missed the towel that was thrown his way. "You two are SO not getting paid this month!" "What!! DANNY!!" "OH! NO!!" But he cracked a smile and laughed anyway "You fuckin' deserve it! Overtime. Neither of you are getting on dates either!" "Oh! Just another romantic evening with Danny Rayburn - lucky us!!" Javier laughed at Jason's statement as he left the kitchen: "We’ll be Danny's dates! We’ll actually see more of him than she will..!" "Javi, don't you have tables to wait!?" "I'm going!" He called back as the doors swung closed behind him. "Good cuz I don't pay you to stand and chat!" "You just said you weren't paying us." Danny gave Jason a warning look "You can get back to work and all!" Jason beamed; "I love you too Danny!"

* You rolled your car to a stop outside his restaurant later that day; “Hey!” “Hi.” He hopped in, unsure how to broach the subject “…So…Uh… I was thinking…” “Yeah? Go on…” “…Valentine’s Day’s coming up.” You looked across to him, you knew that… Of course you knew that. You just hadn’t expected Danny of all people to be talking to you about it. He didn’t seem like the type to be taking you on a Valentine’s date. And you had to be honest, that was fine with you… You weren’t sure you’d mind not doing anything. “Yes?” “…Well… It’s… one of the busiest days in the business… And I can’t leave those guys all alone in there…” “And that’s fine…” “SO I was wondering…” he bit his lip “…If you wanted to… or you wouldn’t mind, coming down to my restaurant.” Before you had chance to reply he continued quickly “I’ll do something off menu, it’ll be exclusive. I know you… So… I think I can get that right… I just, I’m sorry. I’ll have to make it up to you…” You smiled, Danny Rayburn was so full of surprises; “Ok. Fine, I’ll come down to your restaurant “…On one condition.” He looked across to you, suddenly nervous about what you might say, and swallowed hard “…Anything.” “…Don’t buy me anything. Please? We’re not doing gifts it’s too… cliché… We’re not… No. Please, don’t buy me anything… I don’t need anything either…” “What!? So you’re not going to get me anything!?” He faked hurt, his mouth open “No! Shut up! That’s not what I said, I said – you can’t buy me anything! I just won’t get you something either then it’s fair!” He took out his mobile to call back to the restaurant. "Are you sure!? This is your last chance before they pick up! All I can promise is a good table and me for a couple of hours, not even the whole evening - You can back out!" If you weren't with him you didn't want to be out on Valentine’s Day at all. You couldn't believe when it would be so busy he'd even take a few hours out for you... "Danny I don’t care!" You forgot the rest of your sentence, and paid for it. He gasped in pretend shock "You don't care!?...AND I’m not good enough for a gift!?” He laughed, turning his attention back to his mobile as you heard Javier pick up; “Unbelievable!” * You studied yourself in the mirror. Was red too much of a Valentine’s Day colour? Were you about to become the cliché you’d sworn you weren’t!? You had to be honest with yourself you weren’t even sure you’d be wearing red, if it wasn’t for the fact that you had gone out and brought this dress specifically for tonight. It was the same cut as the one you had worn the first time you had frequented his restaurant. And the split up the side showed off your Miami tan. You had gone all out tonight to look flawless. Not for yourself. But for him. Your hair and makeup was perfect, your heels just the right height, and you felt good. The final touch, as ever, was your favourite perfume… You wondered if Danny would remember it from before… Gathering your things together you walked confidently down to your car, loving the sound of your heels striking the floor. You turned up your music loud as you made your way to his restaurant. You weren’t sure about the alcohol involved in tonight for you to be driving… You’d either have to take it slow, or take a cab. It didn’t matter; you could simply collect your car tomorrow… No-one would mind you leaving it overnight. When you arrived in the parking lot you weren’t surprised to see it packed. Luckily for you, dating the man who owned the place had its privileges. Tonight it really paid off; as only the staff parking spaces were free. You knew Danny had a car but, he didn’t have it with him tonight… You rolled your own neatly into his parking space and took a deep breath. Time for your big entrance. When you rounded the corner to the front of the restaurant they were queuing out of the door. Surely this wasn’t people who had reservations!? It was crazy; even for Valentine’s day you’d never seen Danny’s this busy. You smiled to yourself, quite proud – he was going to do well tonight. You walked past the line, which continued inside, where Javier caught you;

“Amorcita! Come, come! Right this way!” “I don’t think I’ve ever seen it this busy!” “Trust me… neither have we…” He took your hand and led you; “You look stunning… By the way. Danny doesn’t know what he’s missing by not taking you out!” “When it’s this busy, you best be glad he’s here…!” You followed Javier to a table in the back of the room, where it was quieter. Danny had clearly carefully chosen this spot… “You better like this table! You will not believe the number of times I have had to set it and re-set it!” You could imagine, it was for you - Even perfection would not be good enough for Danny tonight. You smiled gently as Javier sat you so you faced the kitchen; “Now you can at least look at your man whilst he’s working… Though how dare he, when you look this good?” You laughed “Well, Javi, let’s face the facts… We’re both going to be in agony waiting…” He smiled; “I’ll let him know you are here. Trust me, I’ve never seen a man more excited about creating off the menu pieces… He’s been looking forward to this for two weeks… Can I get you your usual drink?” “Oh. No. Javi… That’s okay… I don’t want to get too… drunk?... Tonight… I’m driving.” “Oh… Well, you know, I’m sure Danny’s got something in mind that goes with EVERYTHING he’s made…” He checked his watch; “You think he’d come say Hi…” “He’s busy Javi… But please do let him know I’m here…” He nodded, and left to remind Danny EXACTLY what time it was.

* Javier made sure all of his tables were happy before he made his way back over to you. “SO, whilst Danny is busy. I’m going to be your date!” You laughed; “Why?” “Sorry… Why…?! Because you are the most beautiful girl in the room. And everyone knows it.” You had to admit, whilst you had been sitting here alone, with your thoughts, nearly everyone in the room had been staring at you, glancing over and whispering about the mystery girl who had shown up here dressed to perfection without a date. Who was the guy? And when would he be showing up? It had only made you smirk to yourself. You wondered how they would react when they realised it was Danny? That man sure deserved to show you off tonight; what was wrong with being the eye-candy on his arm just this once? You wanted to prove that he could get the girl – and you had dressed up for him. Not for anyone else. Still, you were flattered by Javi’s compliment “Thank you…” He placed a bottle of your favourite coloured wine on the table, and by the label clearly an expensive one; “Danny says nothing less than the top shelf will do tonight. So he’s really treating you. As I knew he would…” Javier smiled “You’re really good news for him… You know?” “…SO many people tell me that, like’s he’s bad news.” “He’s had his ups and downs. Especially in his love life. They are quite some stories…” He lent on his hand; “But the way he talks about you… man… it’s something else…” You were determined not to blush, so you expertly changed the subject “What about you? Shouldn’t you be out with someone special tonight?” “ME! You’re the best I got. I’m single.” “Single!? NO!” You pulled out your mobile “Are you serious?!” He nodded and then got suspicious as you typed something into it “…Why?” “…Because, honey, do I know the girl for you…” “OH, really?! Matchmaking?” “Yes really… And you’ve already kinda met her….” If you could do a little matchmaking in Danny’s restaurant, why not? After all, it was your interaction with Danny here that had got you together. He raised an eyebrow, and took a breath “Is it the crazy one?” “Define crazy…?” You grinned, knowing both your friends had been flirting with him “Y’know the… order everything off the menu, drunk on Friday night, don’t ask me any questions, staring at me a lot, type crazy one.” “…Would you have a problem if it was…?” He chewed his lip for a moment and then smiled; “I dunno… I think I could go for a little crazy.” You laughed, and wrote her number down on a napkin; “Her name is Amanda, and she’s very dear to me. Be nice.” “What are you doing?! You have got to be kidding? I have to wait two days for you to call my number and you’re just giving yours out to Javi?!” Danny shook his head and folded his arms as he stopped at your table. He had changed out of his chefs’ whites into a black button-up shirt, his attempt to look smart for your date. It worked, in a Danny kind of way. “No…” You looked at him innocently “…I was simply doing a little matchmaking…” “Is that so…” He smiled and leant in to kiss your cheek. He turned to Javi, who stood to take his leave “When you’re ready, my good man, Jason knows how it goes…” “Alright! I’m on it!”

Danny slid into the seat that Javier had just vacated and blew out a breath; “You look… I just… Words… honestly fail me…” You smiled “Well… I just wanted to look good for you.” “For me!? Darlin’, you needn’t have you always look good. Tonight you look…” He made a motion to indicate he couldn’t find the right word. “And everyone is quite rightly staring at you…” “At you…” You leant on your hand, “…I like that…” “Oh. Really…” He reached for the bottle Javier had placed on the table and poured you a sensible glass full “Yeah. It’s about time people knew I was yours…” He chuckled, “Alright… Sweetheart… Well, you’ve clearly made one hell of a point…” He placed his hands together “…Now in advance, I apologise that I can’t stay. But I sure as hell want to make these hours count…” “Baby that’s ok…” “And when I leave, I don’t expect you to stay… It’s going to be a long night. And I’ll be here helping them out until closing. So…” He took a sip of wine, and made a face like he was pleased with his choice “…Please, feel free to leave at any time.” “No… No… That’s ok… I want to stay… I have my car… You can just come back to mine tonight…” He smirked suddenly and leant towards you; “Oh? Is that where this is heading…? A little cliché for Valentine’s Day don’t you think…?” You suddenly realised what you had said; “Danny no! I didn’t mean it like that-!” “No need to be shy about it Y/N… It’s just you and me…” His eyes flicked to the cut of your dress. You were still determined not to blush, lowering your voice to a whisper; “Stop it! You can’t talk like that! Not here!” “Why not? It’s my restaurant… My rules… No-one cares… Why, baby? Don’t you want me?” You had to look away from his intense stare… But you bit your lip… Wondering if that was where your night might end… You ran your finger lazily around the rim of your glass whilst he took another sip of his “I didn’t say I didn’t want you…” You looked back into his eyes, pouring some sugar of your own; “I just said you can’t talk that way here…” He was right. He knew you. Every off-menu dish he’d created was something you’d talked endlessly about or a variation of something off his menu you truly loved. You realised that every time he’d seen you eat he’d studied you – to the letter. Everything went well together, and everything paired with the wine he’d selected. You were beyond flattered. He continued to flirt with you through the entire meal and you felt like the only girl in the world. Even though your aim had been quite the opposite. He was way too good to you for the man his family made him out to be. “…Oh. Yeah. Just one thing…” He shuffled around in his seat and began rummaging in his pocket it got you curious “…I… Kinda broke your rule…” You could swear your heart was about stop beating and instinctively put your hand over it in relief. You opened your mouth as he placed the box on the table, It was small, black and wrapped intricately with silver ribbon. By its size and shape that he wasn’t about to get down on one knee in the middle of his own restaurant, especially after the previous conversations you’d had here. He followed your train of thought; “Geez! Don’t die on me! Give me SOME credit! I am in NO way sickeningly cliché enough to propose to you in front of my whole restaurant... on Valentine’s Day. Besides I’d never live it down!” He was right, Javier and Jason would never let him hear the end of it. Then he laughed, like he couldn’t resist it “Maybe I’ll do it when we’re alone later!” Still, the joke didn’t ruin the way you felt and you almost had to stop yourself from crying; “Oh! Danny!” “Now it’s not much… But I wanted you to have something…” He slid the box towards you; “You can’t open it until I’m gone… though, ok?” “…You didn’t have to.” “I know. You made that clear. But I wanted to…” He smiled, and poured himself another glass. He looked around the restaurant. It was in a lull period, before the next sitting, and he was glad he’d get to sit with you for a little while longer, at least until you had finished.

When the restaurant started to get busy again, you knew he had to take his leave. “I’m sorry I can’t stay longer.” “No. No… Baby, go do your job…” He stood and rounded the table to kiss you again. It didn’t last nearly long enough; “I promise not to make you wait too long…” But you didn’t mind. You could at least watch him working. “Thank you, for coming here!” “I love coming here!” “I know but… I wish I could have taken you out…” “You’ll get the chance.” You winked “I get to see the guys too…” “True…” He smiled “…See you later. And honestly… Go… Don’t sit here on my account!” Although, he knew you’d wait there forever if you had to. On his way back to the kitchen he was stopped by another long-term patron. You loved to see Danny laughing, but as he did so he nodded and looked across to you. You couldn’t help but smile until it hurt. This was what you wanted. You wanted them to realise what he had. The man Danny Rayburn really was. And that look of adoration on his face, that was for you… And it wasn’t the only time he was stopped...

* “How you doing? Can I get you anything else? Another drink…? Coffee?” Javier came over to clear away the plates; “Was it good?” “Incredible.” “I told you he was excited…” “I’ll uh... Take you up on coffee, Javi, that would be great. Put in a shot of Bailey’s too.” “Well, that sounds like an idea…” “Oh. And, the check.” “The check-!? Danny will NOT let you pay.” Javier looked taken aback by the very idea. “Javi, He can’t do that again. Let me.” “…Amorcita… I don’t know… Half this stuff was off menu I don’t know if I can…” “Just do your best… Please… Let me pay.” He still seemed hesitant “Look. If I drink any more… Those can go on the house, just… Let me pay. Let me pay all of you, too, with all the hard work you guys do? You deserve it.” “Okay… But this was all your idea…” “Thank you…” You handed him your card and he went off to get your coffee too. When he came back you had pulled the box closer to you; “Here you are… And your coffee… Call me if you need anything else…” “I won’t hesitate… Thank you Javi…” You scribbled out your signature and pulled delicately at the silver ribbon until it unravelled. You were curious… It wasn’t anything so cliché as chocolates or flowers by the size of the box… What would Danny break your one rule in favour of? You lifted the lid gently and had to smile, touching your hand to your chest. The fine gold chain winked in the gentle restaurant candle light as you lifted it delicately from the box, it ran smooth through your fingers as you studied it. Sitting on the end, however was the exact answer to your question. Small, plain, but with symbolism that could not be understated, was a delicate cursive initial. D, for Danny.

The next time the restaurant buzz died to quiet you realised how late it must be getting. As you looked up from your phone you witnessed Jason leave the kitchen. If Danny was letting his staff go, it must have been near the end of the night. Jase caught your eye and wandered over; “Y/N! Have you had a good evening.” “Letting Danny go for a couple of hours was very kind of you Jason… Yeah. I’ve had a great time… I guess it isn’t over yet!” “No, but, should be soon. The kitchen is winding down, Danny said he can take care of the dessert now. Which, for Danny is a big thing. You know he hates baking right? Says it’s all about Chemistry… but cooking… That’s about feel!” He rolled his eyes and you hated to laugh at the way he imitated Danny, but that was exactly something he would say “…Like he doesn’t know what Chemistry is. When he has you…!” He grinned, “I dunno. Anyway, if Danny can handle it, we’re almost done. He won’t keep you waiting much longer.” “How you spending the rest of your evening? You got someone special?” “Yeah, my girl’s pretty understanding. I’ll take her out properly tomorrow… But I’m sure there’s enough evening left to make something of it. Make sure you do to, when he’s finished, alright?” “I will. Now get on to your girl!” He smiled “See you soon Y/N!” He walked away, but then turned and call back down the restaurant “It looks good on you! By the way!” You realised he was talking about the necklace, and you looked down. Its length allowed it to be more visible the deeper the cut of whatever you were wearing. You guessed that was the point, people were more likely to stare at you if you were wearing something that showed your skin. So, it was best to show them that you were already taken. At least, that’s probably how Danny’s feelings went – you didn’t think he was so insecure. He just as likely wasn’t one to put up with another guy putting his eyes on you.

Your phone eventually buzzed and you couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the text; Are you at Dannys!? Maybe… 😉 Did you give me NUMBER to the waiter we had?! And If I did? C’mon. Amanda, you were so into him… I can’t believe you!! Have fun – you’re welcome! At that moment, you heard laughing and the kitchen doors swung open again to more staff leaving. Including Javi, now out of uniform, who interestingly had his phone in his hand. He waved to you, but Danny caught him; “OY! Who said anything about you leaving your tables aren’t all clear!” “What!? C’mon Danny! There’s one left!” “If all your tables aren’t done, you don’t go!” “But she’s…” Danny gave him a significant warning look, making Javi sigh and wander over to you. You nodded to his phone; “Anything I should be interested in.” He grinned “Yeah, matchmaking service… We’re heading out for drinks.” “Wow. You move fast! I thought she had a date.” “It clearly went well…” He gave a wink and then looked to the table. Every other table was neatly cleared and stacked, awaiting usage tomorrow. You were the only one left down this end of the restaurant “So, Danny won’t let me go unless my tables are clear… So… I guess I’m not drinking until you leave…” You got up slowly; “No, let me help you – don’t want you to miss a date I basically initiated…!” You smiled, content to help him carry things back to the kitchen, still chatting excitedly about his plans. Danny sighed; “She can have some of your pay check for that!” “Aw – c’mon! It’s clear now!” How many times was Danny going to threaten to take away his pay check this month?! “Yeah, alright! Off you go!” Danny turned to you; “Sit down Darlin’, at least I can watch you from here now…” He gave a wink as you sat yourself at the bar, Javi came back around and could not resist wrapping his arms around you and kissing your cheek; “Goodnight Amorcita!” Danny shook his head “…Don’t bother coming back tomorrow!” He yelled after Javi, who laughed “You don’t mean that! You love me really!” That had you and Danny laughing; “Good luck on your date! Let me know how it goes!” He waved to you “I will Y/N!” Turning back to Danny you realised the kitchen was now empty besides him. And the two tables left were finishing up their drinks and paying their tabs. Danny was essentially just clearing away; “Give me half an hour sweetheart and I’ll be done…” “What’s thirty minutes more?” You shrugged. You loved watching him work, you were a little disappointed you’d missed out. Still, watching him clear away meant you were one minute closer to having him in your arms again. *

Finally he waltzed out of his kitchen, bag over his shoulder. He didn’t come to you immediately, instead walking to the back of the restaurant, checking everything was clear and ready for tomorrow and flicking off lights as he made his way back to you. “OK… We can go…” He took your hand in his as he helped you off the bar stool and you wrapped your arm around his. He liked that. You could tell by his smile. Once outside it wasn’t as cold as you would think, even for February. He kept your hand in his as he locked the door; “So, you like it?” You noticed him look across to the necklace, now flashing in the streetlights. “Like it? Danny… I love it…” You got the feeling now it was on, you would never take it off. “Really?” He smiled; “Good… It looks better on you… I’m almost proud of myself. Bet you’re glad I broke that rule.” “…Yeah. This once…” He pocketed his keys, and walked you to your car. You felt alright for driving, thank goodness. You hadn’t had too much to drink and you had eaten enough. You were just about to pull your keys from your bag when he stopped. You weren’t paying attention, so you were pulled back by his arm. You were about to voice your question when he looked at you; sincerely. “Dance with me.” “…What?” “I didn’t get to take you out properly… Dance with me…” You looked around; here? In the middle of the restaurant parking lot? Was he serious? “Danny, there’s no music? Without music?” He shook his head “We don’t need music. You should know that.” When you still didn’t respond he sighed, letting you go he put his bag down, and held his hand out to you, taking up what you recognised to be an awkward version of a Waltz stance. You took a breath, and smiling, you put your hand in his. He placed his other hand gently on your waist and pulled you closer to him. Placing your other hand on his shoulder you laced your fingers together, and he began to sway you. “You’re crazy… you know that?” “And yet, you’re the one dancing with me…” He smiled, as you relaxed into his arms, resting your head against his chest as he continued to rock you. Bringing your hand in, he placed it against his heart; and you quickly realised that you were dancing to the rhythm of his heartbeat. He kissed your hair, and then your forehead, brushing his cheek against yours to get just that little bit closer to you. The way he enveloped your body with his was protective; and you felt safer now than you had ever felt in anyone else’s arms. The only sound was the cars that occasionally drove passed on their way back from Valentine’s Dates of their own. You wondered how many passengers in them looked over and saw the two of you, moving in a circle under the yellow glow of the floodlit parking lot – and thought you were insane. But you couldn’t have cared less… You were lost in his motion, in the way he held you - as strong as it was delicate – his attempt to show you he would hold you forever but that he would never break you… Any part of you. And you knew that included your heart. You thought it was dangerous for him to make that promise; but you badly wanted it to be true. Your rhythm came to a gentle stop, but he continued to let you get lost in his embrace. Your fingers tangling themselves in the fabric of his shirt, telling Danny you wouldn’t let him go either… You looked up to him; and his blue eyes glowed in the wake of the lighting. He kissed your forehead, the bridge and tip of your nose and finally your lips. You wound your arms around his shoulders and let the kiss linger as long as he would allow. Full of further unspeakable promises. He broke it, finally and chuckled; “Let’s go home…”

* “UGH!” Danny collapsed on your couch. Now changed into a grey vest top and shorts he ran his hands over his face and through his hair; “That was HELL! Never let me do something like that again!!!” He tipped his head back, making you laugh; “Well. There’s always next year.” “Oh GOD! I’ve only just gone though this year! Remind me to take the day off!” “I wouldn’t let you do that to them!” He made a sound that was painful; “God. I need a drink…” “What a great idea… I like your train of thought…” You wandered over to one of your cupboards and pulled down a bottle and two tumblers. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity; “Is that… whisky? Girl, I like the way you think.” “… I think you’ll find Woodford Reserve brands itself as Kentucky Bourbon…” You looked across to him “Is it a two or three fingers type night?” He laughed; “Three, at LEAST!” You poured him a generous two and a half, and poured nothing more than a dribble for you. A night cap. That was all you wanted. You put the bottle away and handed him the glass. You loved the way Woodford tasted. It wasn’t sweet, it had a savoury quality but by God did it have a burn, it was that that made it your favourite. You took a sip, he studied his glass and then looked back to you; “What? No ice?!” You pointed to your fridge “You have legs!” He puffed his cheeks and narrowed his eyes but he clearly wasn’t about to get up; “Cheers…!” He swirled it before taking a sip, you watched the way he rolled the liquid over his tongue before swallowing, and the breath he let out as it burned; “Oh-! That is good!” You nodded your agreement as he sat back. Now he really allowed himself to study you, he already knew what you were wearing was gorgeous. The deep-V neckline, now complete with his very own initial. The split up the side showed your beautifully tanned legs, giving him just enough but leaving him wanting so much more… it hugged your figure well too. He hadn’t forgotten your little conversation back at his restaurant… Now he was just wondering if you would act on it, or not. “You are so, damn, beautiful…” His voice was quiet, and it edged on sinful promise. You took another sip and looked back to him, then wished you hadn’t at the look on his face. The look in his eyes. Your heart began to pound in your chest. “…Don’t look at me like that…” “Baby…” He shook his head, running is fingers over his lips in a way that sent shivers over your skin; “Why not…” “Because I…” You had to look away, look to your balcony, then to your wall…To anything but his eyes – you couldn’t hold that stare. You noted how deep the breaths you were taking were… Your stomach and your heart and your HEAD were all in agreement on this one. It was Valentine’s Day, why not act on this…? Eventually your eyes had to wander back to his. He was leaning back casually on your couch, and had you locked in his intense gaze. He tapped his finger against the side of the whisky glass that he was holding casually by the rim – he was waiting on you and you knew it. He read you too well, and Danny was always hard for you to resist…

You realised that you too were tapping your glass, but for a different reason; the nerves were building up inside of you… You somehow tore your gaze away from him again. And it fell to your glass; gripping it so tight your knuckles were white… If you were going to do this, then it was your house. And your rules. Decisively you tipped the glass back to finish it and set it down. Walking over to him, slow, confident, with purpose. You would make him wait for you… brushing your hair back you gave him a look to let him know that you were going to be in control here. He ran his eyes back up you again, and by the time they reached your eyes they were dark blue. You sank yourself down onto his lap, straddling him. Locking your legs with his, your feet barely touched the floor as he was sat so far back. You ran your tongue over your lips and took his glass from him, taking one sip for yourself you placed it on the table beside you. He gave an almost defiant whine; you pulled him to you by his top; “My house… My rules…” He seemed to agree with this as you pulled him into a kiss; tasting like whisky that lingered on his tongue he ran his hands up your smooth thighs, hitching your dress just a little higher as you wound your arms around his shoulders to deepen the kiss…. You were now locked in a completely different form of dance…. He hummed gently in approval at the way you ground your hips into his. Continuing to run his fingers over every inch of skin he could get his hands on; he kept his voice low, almost a whisper as he kissed your neck; "You know, now would be a perfect time to start a playlist..." You almost laughed, digging your nails gently into his biceps; and catching his lips with your again; "That would just make it something else..." He squinted slightly; "Darlin'... We've always been about something else..." He ran his hands through your hair, kissing your beautifully tanned skin over and over "...That is why we work so well..." You accepted his kisses with kisses of your own, but he certainly wasn't affording you breathing space; and soon he had you breathless again. Not only that, but he had the situation back under his control. Kissing you wherever he wanted, he offered resistance and held you back from kissing him - that made you whine in discontent - which is exactly what he was looking for; by the smirk on his face. "...That's it baby girl..." His voice, seductive, was back to giving you that shiver; only this time it ran through him too... So he let you kiss him... running his hands back down your body they lingered for a second at the ties on your dress, before he thought better of it. You felt him shift under you, and then he swept you up. You gasped, leaving his lips and gripping his shoulders tight. He cleared his throat, as he began to walk you towards your bedroom; "Mmmh.... There isn't nearly enough room here to do everything I want to do to you tonight..." He let his husky whisper linger for a moment, with a sinful wink. Trouble was, whatever that promise was... You couldn't wait.

** You woke up without him, and you weren’t sure you liked that. Looking around for any signs of where he might be you were disappointed not to find any. Surely, he wouldn’t have gone off to work already? Considering how late it was last night!? And if he did, wouldn’t he have left a note? You hopped out of bed, pulling on a shirt and shorts of your own and wandered out into the corridor. You almost breathed a sigh of relief when you heard sounds emanating from your kitchen and echoing down to your bedroom. Guess it was finally time you took him up on breakfast… You shuffled down the hall and stood watching him for a minute. He was adsorbed in everything he was doing, moving from one thing to another – he hummed to himself. “Mornin’…” “Good morning Sunshine…” He turned to smile at you “…How are you?” You suppressed a yawn; “Good. Yeah… You’re making me breakfast?!” “Figured that you couldn’t say no to this…” He teased… but then made a face “Actually, I’m trying to make you breakfast… uh, note to Y/N… Please actually stock ingredients!” “Uh, note to Danny, you don’t live here. I will have in this house what I damn well like!” He shook his head “You’re lucky I can make what I’m making! Nothing in your cupboards constitutes a balanced meal, I’m shocked you’re still alive!” “…Well I usually spend all my time at work! When do I get the chance to eat here? Let alone cook.” “That’s no good for you either. And you have an extremely sweet tooth, I’m worried.” You shrugged “It doesn’t bother me!” “No clearly…” he opened another cupboard and lamented “…C’mon… You’re killing me here!” “Well, I didn’t ever expect my boyfriend to be a chef..!” “Well, your boyfriend thinks he needs to take you grocery shopping…” You leant on your counter with a smile; “So… Do it!” He turned to you “…OK… I will… If it gets you eating better, I will.” You shook your head at him, until he pointed to the breakfast bar; “Now sit! I’ll be done in a minute.” “Don’t you want me to help?” “No, Darlin’, this is for you. Sit.” He insisted. Finally you understood what Danny meant as he set everything out for you. Everything was simple, and most of it was leaning towards the sweet side of breakfast. You stared at the pancakes for a minute; “Are there sprinkles in the pancakes?” “Yeaaaah...” You scoffed; “Alright, international house of pancakes...” He narrowed his eyes at you and tapped you with his fork “I’m just trying to make things interesting! And with your limited amount of ingredients I worked with what I had...!” You pointed to the sauce “Syrup?” He looked like he was about to give up on you entirely “... Caramel. Easy to make butter, cream, sugar. Surprised you had those to be honest.” “Ah. You’re being very resourceful...” You clearly weren’t awake yet, pointing out to yourself that there was actually already a syrup bottle on the table. “God, please let me take you shopping...” “What today?” He hummed tilting his head one way and then the other “if that’s what you wanna do, Darlin’...” “I kinda don’t wanna do anything… But… I feel like you’re only gonna complain at me if we don’t…” He didn’t quite nod his agreement, but he took your hand in his and rested it on your knee “…If we do… Then at least I can cook for you more often.” “Are you really THAT worried?” “Yeah. I really am.” And you had to smile, because not only was he being sweet – he was also being serious.

What Danny really admired about you was the way you ate. As a chef that was important to him, and it was important you liked what he made you. But the way you thought about every bite you took impressed him. He couldn’t help but love you more as he watched you eat; “What?” “…You… You just… Amaze me, sometimes…” But he pointed to your plate with his fork “Just, less sugar. Next time. Please?” You got this innocent but defiant look on your face as you tilted your head “…Well, I can’t get ALL my sugar from you…” He laughed, and then leant towards you to brush sugar from your lips with his own. It was a good move, and was rewarded by you pulling his shirt to bring his body closer to yours. He deepened his kiss and all that did was threaten for you to take it back to the bedroom. You pulled away, savouring the taste of his lips on yours for just a moment longer; “Hmmm…” He agreed satisfied “I guess you’re right.”

*** Later that morning you found yourself on a short road-trip; because he was serious about taking you grocery shopping and apparently no other day would do. But now he was driving you, humming along to the radio. It was another nice day, and he had the windows down and his shades on. He looked hot, you had to admit, he was just something else and you were damn proud that he was sitting here beside you. You couldn’t resist texting Amanda, knowing you wanted all the gossip from her night with Javier. It wasn’t like they didn’t ask for every excruciating detail of every date Danny ever took you on. You always remained mysterious about it; Danny showed too much of himself to you and all of it was for you to keep. Not to tell anyone else. Did you wake up with a 10? I didn’t wake up with anybody Amanda! I’m shocked! What happened!? I’m taking it slow. How’s your 10? Well, he’s at least a 12. But yeah, I woke up with him 😉 Ugh. You are beyond lucky. I know. I knnnnow x You were laughing, which got Danny curious. “What?” he nudged your arm when you shook your head “What’s so funny!?” “Nothin’! I’m just…” you waved your hands “Complimenting my awesome boyfriend.” “OH!” He smirked; “IS he now!?” “Well he better damn well think he is too.” “He, uh, I guess he thinks he could be. I mean… He has you.” He let you take his hand in yours; “Well… He takes good care of me… Which is what matters. As he’s proving right now.” “Yeah well. Someone’s gotta do it!” He laughed “Of course I’m happy to do it…!” “Well anything to stop him complaining.” You could tell he was rolling his eyes behind his shades; “Eh….!! I’m not sure he’ll ever do that.” “Shame…” You shook your head “I love him anyway…” “He wants you to know…” he laced your fingers together and looked across to you “He loves you too.”

* You were both tangled up together on your balcony in the late afternoon sun, having the best of lazy days. Your head against his chest as he stroked his hand absentmindedly through your hair… You knew you could stay like this forever… Hell, maybe after your next move you would get that wish. “Danny…” “Hmm?” He blew out smoke in answer, taking another drag of his cigarette as you shuffled around, producing a box tied up in blue ribbon. “I’m actually kinda glad you broke your promise, Because… Now I get to give you this…” He shook his head, “You didn’t have to get ME anything…” Although his eyes flicked to the necklace you were still wearing proudly… He rested his cigarette in the ash tray and took the box from you, “Are you sure?” “Yes!” “…Seriously you didn’t have to.” “I wanted to, too. Anyway, this one is important…” He looked to the box, pulling the blue ribbon slowly he met your eyes again. Would this be as important to you as that necklace was to him? he wondered. You sighed; “Danny! Just open the damn thing the suspense is killing me!” He gave it his full attention as he lifted the lid gently. Then looked a little confused as he was presented with a set of keys; “Are these… The keys to your apartment…?” He lifted them from the box and studied them with careful interest. “…You’re giving me the keys to your apartment?” “No…” You were careful with your choice of words, “Well. No, yeah that’s what they are, but that’s not what I’m asking.” He turned his attention to you out of curiosity… You took a deep breath. Only your parents had keys to this apartment besides you. But, you’d already made up your mind on this one. Danny wasn’t just someone you were seeing, he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. And it wasn’t Valentine’s Day, or whisky or heck even sugar talking. This was pure and simple; it was the way you felt and you had to let him know it. You looked at him with nothing but adoration; “Danny… I’m asking, please, and in the most real… honest, wholehearted way I can… For you to move in with me.”

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Any thoughts regrading the last couple of chapters? EMA, Zeke, Levi, and Yelena?

Hello! It’s been a while since I made a chapter analysis, but the most recent one is probably the freshest on my mind so I may mostly end up talking about that. That said, in my opinion, I believe the past couple chapters were a mixture of both interesting and frustrating, the latter mostly because so little context was revealed. The manga is more parts mystery than it is tragedy and horror, and Isayama is infamous for leading his readers with a long, long string of questions to its solution, only to be met with more mysteries and less understanding of our whereabouts. It’s equal parts engaging but irritating, haha! But I’ll do my best!

Admittedly, it’s been hard to analyze chapters that give less than what you need to come up with theories. At least the characterization made up for that, and I really enjoyed the comparison of girl-to-girl idolization toward Mikasa and Sasha from the victims they saved, as well as how they intend to pass the torch to those who want to change the cruel world they reside. Gabi finally got called out on her contradicting history lesson, Falco (unsurprisingly) sympathized, and Louise got to meet her hero and tried to relate to her situation. If you want to stretch it, that entire chapter really was about looking up and worshipping someone they saw ideal in leading their world to a brighter future, be it directly assisting those in trouble or taking on an entire nation for survival and vengeance.

But talking about EMA, Levi, Yelena, and Zeke, the following chapter obviously caters more so to their dilemma. I have lately been looking at OrganicDinosaur’s translations for accuracy since Crunchyroll and other language scans have been inconsistent and full of typos, but since OD didn’t deliver this time around, I’ll stick to CR’s version and any changes that were brought up by other translators:

EREN, MIKASA, & ARMIN

We’ve seen a couple of chapters ago that the 104th are in shock, confusion, and upset over Eren’s actions in Liberio, even going to say he was responsible for Sasha’s death. Connie is angered and Jean is uncomfortable. Eren’s biggest advocates (aside Zeke, Yelena, and the restorationists and…I suspect *some* other characters) are Armin and Mikasa. Mikasa is certain Eren hasn’t changed within the 10 months of him professing his love for his friends to when he left for Marley. Eren’s actions, while seemingly an issue for them now, are out of protectiveness and care for their well-being.

However, with all these negative accusations, Mikasa is conflicted on how she feels about his activity and tries to convince everyone that regardless of what he did, it wasn’t to put them in danger or bring chaos to their island. Armin wants to believe in Eren just as bad, though brings up a more realistic possibility that whether they trust him or not, it is ultimately not their decision on how to judge his actions. He worries that if Eren comes across as a traitor, completely under Zeke’s will, the government will take action to transfer Eren’s coordinate to someone that is indefinitely loyal to them. They both decide the best option to to talk to Eren themselves.

When they finally are given time with Zackley to schedule a visitation, Commander-in-Chief mysteriously declines their request and suggests Eren is no longer the Eren they were friends with back in the day but supposedly controlled by Zeke. Different translations implied that Zeke was either influencing Eren with his ideas or was literally mind-controlling his actions, but whatever the case, Eren is now labeled a danger to their society. So much distrust enough to already start selecting prime candidates for his titans. Of course that quickly becomes a non-option due to an exploding shit machine (good riddance, blehh).

Anyway, with these events, we can speak affirmatively that Mikasa and Armin truly have no idea what Eren is doing, so it’s likely he has kept secrets from a majority of the Corps, if not all. All they can cling to is the loyalty he proclaimed to them almost a year ago and history of his self-sacrifice for their sake. The only thing possibly stopping that is an actual hypnotic manipulation on Zeke’s part. So when they learn Eren escapes jail, they immediately jump into action. Mikasa is confused on what to do, and Armin assures her than once they talk to Eren that he’ll understand. It seems at this point they’ve already come up with an emergency plan, but what?

Judging by Armin’s words, we can assume that whatever they’re planning is something Eren will have strong opposition to. So his friends haven’t given up on him yet. The plan is not for Eren to get eaten. We can guess that their carriage with Hange and Onyankopon is headed to the destination, but we don’t know where. I think it can be one of a couple things. They’re headed to Zeke, already foreseeing that this is where Eren will be headed, intercepting him for a chat (that may or may not result in a bitter or non-informative exchange). Secondly, is a more active plan that involves either going to Zeke first or Historia. I think the major worry is that Zeke is controlling Eren, and since the option to kill Eren is out the window, the next best thing is to kill Zeke. The primary candidate was supposed to be Historia, but her pregnancy was meant to prevent that from happening. However, I can see that in desperation they would convince Historia that Eren is not in his right mind and that her taking the Beast Titan would ensure their safety. The baby’s life would be at risk, but since shifters heal, Historia herself would likely be fine and she’d have to try for another kid later. Another potential option is to have a backup candidate eat Zeke and wait until Historia’s child is born or whenever she is able to, so that there is no potential risk for her and the baby. Either way, the plan involves killing Zeke ASAP. And judging by Eren’s insistence to retrieve him and go along with his half brother’s suggestions, this is something that would really upset him. But surely if his friends explained the situation, he would understand their concerns. Right?

Of course, this is also assuming Historia is not aware of Eren’s plan. I think they’d hit a hard place with this one, because it’s already been suggested that she was advised by Yelena that her life may be spared if she extends Zeke’s life for an option that won’t require her to sacrifice herself (or at least not immediately) and guarantee Paradis freedom. Popular theory that I agree with is that Eren personally said this to Historia. This is also assuming the others know that Historia is pregnant, and I’m sure that Armin would have figured that her sudden conception was strategic and not a result of a night of passion. Still, it’d be worth a shot for them to convince her that Eren was manipulated all along and if she waits any longer this could spell disaster for all of them. This theory rides on knowledge from both sides, and we’ve yet to gain Historia’s perspective on the entire thing, so at best this is an educated guess.

LEVI

Speaking of perspectives yet unseen, we’ve finally got some words from a very bitter but mostly quiet Levi. I’ve talked about his mood toward Eren on the blimp and how it’s more an emotion of disappointment and upset than anger, but other than that moment we haven’t had any lines aside some banter and camp times with Zeke (how sweet!). Levi is one that communicates best through body language, so visually he hasn’t been very present either. You can blame the plot for putting him with Zeke 24/7 until they need him for something else. But since his relationship with monkey trouble is one of detest, we get little minor exchanges that tell very little but are, again common theory, suspicious as well.

Isayama puts as much effort into showing character body language and background presence to communicate a topic of concern (sort of like a “hey, pay attention to what this character is doing”) as he does when a character is barely present at all. We get hints that Levi is very much not happy with the situation of keeping Zeke alive, yet he does so for the sake of a plan. He gets especially glowering when Zeke say he wants to meet with Eren, because Levi certainly isn’t convinced Zeke is being genuine with his intentions. Despite this we get chapters of silence and storytime around a campfire (how long have they been in the woods??).

While Levi is a straight-faced character much of the time, he is without a doubt one of the most emotional characters and it comes across in his posture. But we have little info on visuals like I said, and I believe this is entirely intentional. We are meant to either question Levi’s involvement or have no clear idea of his thoughts other than he hates Zeke, doesn’t think he is genuine, but agrees that they are pressed for time. I’m not saying Levi is in on this Yeagerbro plan, though it would be interesting if he had an inkling of an idea ahead of time. But I believe his absence is meant to make it easier on some fans to see his opinions as a clean slate and whatever is revealed remains very, very basic, so that if and when a more complex explanation is presented it throws us back but doesn’t come off as unrealistic.

Or Levi is very secondary to this entire function and puts his decisions on someone else’s shoulders. Which…would be kind of boring?

Whether he agrees with Eren (and Zeke) or not, I believe there will be a confrontation that requires Levi (or both) to make a choice on whether or not to trust and assist them. I may be borrowing from discussions I’ve had with friends, but the reason I say this is because it is far more practical for the two to get Levi on their side rather than make him an enemy. Throughout the story, Eren has been loyal to Levi and receptive of his mentorship, especially when it comes to making decisions. I think it’s plausible that Eren will try to explain the situation to Levi or at the very least demand he make a choice to allow him access to Zeke. I’ve seen many concerns that there is going to be a physical altercation and that Levi will die, and personally the latter is unlikely because Levi has yet to be important in this plan and a huge role in taking down the primary conflict*. As for a physical altercation, it’s plausible, but again taking Mikasa and Armin’s words of trust to heart, I would think Levi is also among the group Eren cares enough about to not harm and especially not kill. At minimum, any fight would be with the intent to stop the other from interfering with no serious injury. But I believe there will be some tense words.

It’d also be an interesting development for Levi’s character to more or less get out of the rut of being unsure of his leadership and purpose*, ever since dealing with no longer following Erwin’s, perhaps not completely adjusted to Hange’s, by being personally challenged to trust his gut instinct or other people’s decisions. It’s not that Levi hasn’t used his intuition before, but when it comes to a greater goal he has dedicated much of his trust to other people and worked according to that. We know Levi has a hero complex and would fight for humanity above all else. Whatever Levi does will depend entirely on whether he agrees with Eren or he sees him unreliable. Regardless of what happens, having this conflict would revisit the complexities of his character as well as turn the moral he taught Eren in the same forest years ago hurdling back to confront him.

ZEKE

Zeke, on the other hand, has always been an enigma that beginning to assume his intentions would have one’s head spinning. Levi has the right idea to interrogate him for more information, yet we haven’t fully seen Zeke’s stories illustrated except the Ragako gassing and his conversation with Kiyomi (which is more her memory rather than his). Is he truly being genuine, is he working as a double agent for Marley, or is he in this for his own gain?

As far as genuinity goes, I believe whatever we see illustrated is considered the truth. This has been a strategy Isayama has used when revealing secrets, history, and characters’ memories of an event. While the manga constantly reminds that there is no good vs evil side, in terms of telling some facts, those moments have a clear illustration. Whereas “hearsay” and lies, such as Historia meeting up with the farmer boy, Yelena in the background, and Bertolt “recalling” seeing a titan out his windows when his “village was attacked” are obscure, sketched, or foggy and barely cover more than two panels. It’s possible Isayama used this to his advantage to get the audience slowly trusting Zeke’s word only to be betrayed in the future, but I think it’d be sloppy to veer away from consistency for the sake of psyching out your readers and therefore not trusting any memory that any character has. Besides, I think the detail is minor enough that people are still unsure whether to believe in his story.

It’s also possible Zeke telling Levi “don’t claim to understand people” is a callout to the fandom that are adamant in their distrust despite lack of context– much like the callout to Levi and Annie’s popularity, reappearance of Zackley’s art, and Eren coming out of prison shirtless even though he knows how to keep his clothes on even if he completely transformed (I’m not complaining!). Not that I blame the fandom. Zeke has caused a lot of paranoia both in-verse and our-verse.

Anyway, assuming Zeke is at least a little bit truthful due to his lack of glasses glare and pages of clearly illustrated backstory, we learn the Ragako Village’s people inhaled gas with some of Zeke’s spinal fluid, resulting in a mass transformation of the town. Via Falco’s words, this was to test Paradis’s defense mechanisms which resulted in Zeke discovering the existence of 3DMG and therefore a bargaining chip for Hizuru. So there is no reason to doubt the mission’s purpose, but now we learned that Zeke and Pieck weren’t the only ones responsible for this and that other Marleyans were with them on this mission, giving Zeke the realistic excuse to basically follow their orders to feign allegiance and unfortunately creating monstrosities of the villagers that were eventually eliminated (sans Connie’s mother). Levi isn’t convinced of Zeke’s guilt, but Zeke is a character who has few emotional attachments and does have a goal-oriented mindset. To him, despite the tragedy, the sacrifice was necessary for his cause and Eldia’s overall prosperity.

I think we are getting semi-truths from Zeke and some fabrications with his words in his favor, though the images presented are real events that actually happened. This story aligns with what Falco said literally a chapter ago, as well. But of course, he is still a mystery and will remain so until Eren gets to him.

YELENA

And finally another enigma with less of a pokerface is Yelena. At this point, she really comes across as not entirely reliable, and sadly translations of her conversation with Pixis doesn’t help foreign readers (English readers specifically) comprehend it exactly. But basically, Yelena had wanted to meet Eren and assist in his endeavors because she wants to see her idol Zeke and his brother reshape the world. She informed of her anxiety due to less time and not enough action, which Eren of course shared the same feelings. Their secret meeting was purely between them and whatever escorts she was willing to wager on their side, i.e. Floch, someone who would take Eren’s message very seriously. Otherwise, she denies convincing Eren to attack Marley as well as the construction of a cult, er, Restorationist movement.

We are given a lot of back and forth concerning Yelena and her contradicting behavior. Pixis doesn’t believe her entirely, and limited panels of the conversation event suggest she is hiding something (see what I was talking about when I say to see what is illustrated vs what is not). Hange is surprised to hear Onyankopon knew nothing about the secret meetings or the plan to attack Marley. They are puzzled over Yelena, a person who punished those who went against authority including fellow Marleyans, who eventually advocated strongly for their lives when speaking with the Paradisian government. She had put a lot of effort into complying with their conditions as well as giving additional alibis so not to be suspicious– which is ironically very suspicious. All of this is to presumbley meet with Eren.

Though, as far as we know, Eren is still a partial orchestrator of his assault and Zeke’s plan perhaps convinced him of the option, Yelena allowing Eren to choose for himself. I believe this to an extent, meaning Eren saw no other way to protect Paradis without having Zeke come to them, having to trust his half-brother to coin in an upcoming war between Marley (and other nations) and Paradis (and probably Hizuru), draw out the Warhammer, in order to ensure Zeke and Eren were the ones to do…whatever it is they plan to do, instead of chancing it with successors they may or may not trust. In other words, it is their (separately or together or partially) idea and only they can see it through. Yelena claims to be the messenger and witness of this plan, but not the instigator or puppeteer.

I think that anything pertaining to the bigger truth of this plan will begin to unravel via her own words. She may be keeping secrets, but she seems worse at covering herself when she is interrogated. The best she seems to be doing is keeping lowkey and quiet, but with Pixis grilling and observing her during her house arrest, I want to guess that her retelling of the conversation in the next chapters (hopefully with a flashback INCLUDING Eren’s perspective and Eren’s words) will be the first step to getting closure to this story and why Eren decided to leave for Marley and why he is deciding to conceal this from his friends.

My thoughts about the characters keep growing with each passing discussion and debate, but thus far, these are my analyses of what role they play in the grand scheme of this story. I predict answers to be peeled back before getting a massive infodump, and we’ll soon learn the true intentions and viewpoints of each character.

Thank you for your question! Sorry this ended up longer than I anticipated!

[*there are interviews for these, but I’ve yet to find them, will update when I (or someone else) does]

#eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #levi ackerman #zeke yeager #yelena #meta #theory #analysis #reply #mypost #anonymous

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Pairing: Ljoe/Byunghun x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1756

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A/N: I’m back! I fell out of the writing mood for a while, so sorry for the sudden leave! But then Teen Top came and ruined my life all of the sudden, so I guess I got my inspiration from that haha. Enjoy babes!

-Admin Kiwi

Byunghun had an infamous saying, “I’ll hold back three times”, and you were willing to test out its validity

Byunghun had an infamous saying, “I’ll hold back 3 times”, and you were willing to test out its validity.

You were aching for his touch, anything that would put you out of this deprivation. Byunghun had just returned home a few weeks ago after his world tour, and you had given him time to rest. However, you were growing impatient. Of course, he needs his time to settle in, but you’d been deprived of him, especially sexually, for so long. He had to understand.

You bolted up from bed when you heard the familiar sound of the door unlocking, and ran out to greet your boyfriend. You smiled at the sight of Byunghun in shorts and a muscle tank, that revealed his sturdy biceps. Judging by the thin layer of sweat that masked his skin, he probably just returned from practice. Being a kpop idol was hard, it required nonstop work.

“Hey babe” he brings his free arm around you, kissing the top of your head. Although he smelled a bit dank, you still enjoyed being wrapped into him.

“How was practice?” you murmured, still pressed against his chest.

“Hmm Andy’s already got a schedule planned for our next comeback. It’ll still be a while before we get extremely busy though,” He looks down, smiling, “Don’t worry, I’ll be able to spend lots of time with you before then.”

His career took a toll on your relationship, which was secret of course since fans would sometimes go delusional at the sight of their bias with another girl. Byunghun was also extremely busy, and his schedule would leave hardly any time for you. Nonetheless, you two still pushed through, knowing your love would prevail.

“I have to go shower, but I’ll join you in bed later okay?” he gives you another kiss, this time on the forehead, and promptly makes his way towards the bathroom.

You frowned a little, disappointed he didn’t invite you with him to shower like he used to. It’s been months since you guys did anything near sexual, and it was starting to drive you insane. While he was away on tour, nights grew lonely, and sometimes you could only think of the times you two showed love in other less innocent ways.

You missed how his long, but firm fingers would feel over your body, and the love bites he’d leave down your neck. Your cheeks flushed when you remembered those times he’d tease you, keeping you from pleasure, but still satisfying you in the end. And suddenly, you snapped

“Hey babe, can you hand me a tshirt?” Byunghun asks innocently from the bathroom. When he hears no response, he steps out, still towel-drying his bleached hair.

“Sure.” You emerge from the shadows, tossing him one of his black t-shirts, but keeping in mind that it’ll probably be thrown on the floor a while later.

“Woah, what’s with that get-up?” he eyes you, shocked at your outfit. You were wearing a skin-tight black dress, cropped right below your butt that hugged all your curves nicely. You were wearing the black stilettos that you had sworn to never wear because of the fear of breaking your ankles in them, but that’s not the point here.

“Oh I’m going out with the girls.” you said nonchalantly, starting to walk away slowly, leaving enough time for Byunghun to yank you back by the wrist.

“Dressed like that? Are you going to an exotic dance performance...as the dancer?!” he exclaims, eyes widening.

“No, I’m just going clubbing with friends. I don’t see what’s wrong Byunghun.” you crossed your arms, pretending to act ticked off.

“As your boyfriend, I don’t allow you to go out like that. Some other guys might think otherwise and try to hit on you! Do you know how many weirdos are out there at this time?” you could tell he was heating up to, and that encourages you to push him more.

“Well I’m still going out. I have friends, I’ll be fine.” you exasperate.

“Y/n, no. You’re staying home tonight.” Strike one.

“What if I don’t want to?” you sneered, leaning in as an attempt to create sexual tension. Byunghun looks down, with his tongue running over his molars, and you could tell he was trying to hold back. Strike two.

“Babe, you don’t want to know what’ll happen if you insist on going.” he smirks, and you knew you were going to get it tonight.

“Try me.” And with that, it was Strike three, and you were out.

Byunghun pushes you against a wall, pinning your hands up. Using his free hand, he strokes downwards from your cheek to your neck lightly, evoking a moan.

“You think I was going to let you out like that? You’re not allowed to show anyone what a pretty little slut you are except for me” his dirty talk turned you on even more, and you could feel yourself melting in front of him.

With that, he starts attacking your lips, hungrily sucking and exploring your mouth. His lips molded perfectly against yours, and you moaned contently against him. Still kissing you passionately, he pushes you down on the bed.

“Damn, do you know how many times I thought about fucking you these past few months?” he says while peppering kisses down your neck.

“And you go right out and disrespect me by dressing like that to go out? I don’t think so, Y/n. You’re not gonna be let off easy today.” he sucks on your neck hard, and you let out a stifling moan. He glances up and smirks, pleased at how much he was affecting you. Byunghun sits up and stares at the dress you have on with a disapproving look, reminded of your claims of going out.

“Well we aren’t going to need this anymore.” and Byunghun roughly flips you over, and tears the dress off you.

“Hey! That was expensive!” you exclaimed at the sound of torn fabric.

“I wasn’t gonna let you wear it anyways.” he cuts off any further complaints with a deep kiss. “I’ll buy you something else okay?”

His fingers trail down your heated torso, admiring your silky skin. He gets to your hip, and is stopped by your lace underwear. Seeing this, you immediately took off the panties yourself, in fear of Byunghun ripping this off as well.

“My baby knows me so well doesn’t she?” He gives you a glance before looking back down at your lower body, and his fingers start dancing around the area where you need him most.

“B-byunghun please” you moan, desperate for his touch. He merely smirks at you, and continues his torturous act.

“That’s what you get for disobeying me.” and he leans his head down, kissing the insides of your thighs, skipping over your throbbing hood.

“Please, I need you.” you moan again, throwing away what was left of your dignity.

“How much do you need me?” Byunghun ponders, fingers still tracing around your area.

“Byunghun just please me already!” you screamed out, the neediness finally getting to you. Byunghun, rather delightfully surprised by your assertiveness, dives his fingers into your dripping core.

“You’re already this wet for me huh you little slut?” you could only reply back in moans. He fingers you mercilessly, slowly adding 2, and then 3 fingers, but still keeping his fast pace. Your moans drive his stamina, and his pumps keep hitting deeper parts, until he finally hits your g-spot. Your mind goes white, overcome by pleasure.

“I-I’m coming!” you scream, ready to release, but then nothing. Confused, you open your eyes to see Byunghun examining his fingers, dripping in your essence.

“Why didn’t you let me come?” you exclaim, frustrated.

“Punishment,” and he gives you a cheeky wink. He cleans off his fingers in one lick, and starts taking off his own clothes. He takes off his boxers last, revealing a painfully erect member, pink and hard. He leans over to the bedside drawer and pulls out a condom, slipping it on smoothly.

Your mouth waters at the sight of him, and you lunge forward, taking his whole member into your mouth. Byunghun lets out a deep groan as your warm, wet mouth engulfs him completely. The noises of pleasure he made ranged from deep grunts, to elongated groans.

Using one free hand, you fondled his balls, over stimulating him. Lightly, you scraped your teeth against him as you bobbed up and down. At the hard contact of your teeth, Byunghun reaches out and grabs you roughly by your hair, and thrusts upward hitting the back of your throat.

“Shit Y/n, I’m close.” he groans, eyes shut, brimming with pleasure. Hearing those words, you stop, tearing yourself away from him, wiping the saliva that lined your lips.

“What the-”

“Payback’s a bitch,” you responded with a wink. Byunghun however, wasn’t up for any more games. He flips you over onto your hands and knees, and quickly lines himself up against your core. Slowly, he pushes himself in, careful not to hurt you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he says, still trying to force more of himself into you. You wince at the stretch, but you knew the slight pain would be over soon.

When you felt ready, you nudge Byunghun to signal him to move. Taking no time, he starts off a steady pace, quickening into rough, hard thrusts. Every time he would snap his hips back, you felt him hit a different, deeper area. Your walls pulsated around his throbbing cock, and you were moaning uncontrollably.

You reached down with a hand, trying to add to the pleasure by rubbing your clit. However, Byunghun smacks it away, taking over that role himself. He glides over your soaked clit skillfully, turning you into a screaming mess.

“I-I’m close!” you manage to shout out, and you could tell by his spastic thrusts that he was near as well. You came first, with Byunghun kept up his pace, helping you ride out your high. Soon after, he comes as well, and you could feel the warmth of his seed through the thin condom.

After cleaning off, you both collapse onto the bed, exhausted.

“You know, I wasn’t gonna go out anyways.” you confessed, remembering your scheme.

“What?” Byunghun asks, clearly confused.

“Yeah I just wanted to get you in the mood,” you blushed, realizing how far you went just for sex.Whatever, it was worth it.

“So, I got mad at you for nothing?” your boyfriend was still surprised, shocked that something so devious could come out of you.

“Hey, it got me much-needed action, so I don’t mind.”

#byunghun #lee byunghun #l.joe #ljoe #teen top #teen top scenarios #teen top smut #ljoe scenarios #ljoe smut #kpop smut #kpop scenarios #byunghun smut #byunghun scenarios

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junker-town · 6 years

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Sony Open in Hawaii 2018: Results, scores, TV/live stream info for Jan. 11-14

A low-key Sony Open got a little zany on Sunday and it had little to do with the actual golf, which Patton Kizzire played best to win in an interminable playoff.

The PGA Tour hops from Maui to Oahu this week for the first full-field event of the year: the Sony Open.

The annual stop at Waialae may tumble to the furthest recesses of your mind by the end of the season, but it has become a highlight of the early-season schedule for the hardcore golf fans. There are stops on the upcoming West Coast swing that will get much more love, but the Sony is a great combination of rookies and vets grinding for solidified PGA Tour card status on a course with a ton of history.

It’s also an opportunity for more prime-time golf following up last week’s little 34-man party that was the Tournament of Champions. I thought the ToC fizzled a bit on the weekend, despite the fireworks from the eventual winner and world No. 1 Dustin Johnson. It was great to watch PGA Tour golf again, and Kapalua was as beautiful as ever. But it ran out of juice in my very subjective opinion.

With a full field and a course that can yield some crazy low numbers, maybe we get a better show this week. Here are some reasons to watch as well as the nuts and bolts for the Sony. We’ll update this as a hub of sorts as the tournament progresses.

Results

It was a weird, interminable final round Sunday at the Sony Open. Perhaps the biggest news of the day came when it was still dark out in Honolulu and most were still sleeping. A little after 10:30 a.m. ET, news of a labor dispute between Golf Channel and its live tournament technicians surfaced. We got word that camera operators, audio techs, and others involved in the production of their tournament coverage, had walked out and we’re not going to work on Sunday. It dramatically impacted the Web Tour coverage at 11 a.m. ET and while we didn’t know what to expect hours later at the Sony, we knew it would be odd and completely different than what we were used to from GC.

This is not a good situation for all parties involved. These technicians grind their ass off to bring a broadcast each week, and are legitimately great at what they do. Golf Channel obviously works to try and bring the best, most golf to the people who want it. I know little of the origins of the dispute, but obviously everyone would like to see it resolved as soon as possible.

So with no real crew working at Waialae, the broadcast was obviously thrown into a bit of chaos. What Golf Channel put out was impressive, all things considered. George Savaricas called the entire final round from back in their Orlando studios, with analysts Billy Kratzert and Jim Gallagher at the desk. They patchworked together a few people to operate cameras, many of whom were obviously not the pros that do this. One was even Jerry Foltz, the former PGA Tour player turned on-course reporter. He was up in a tower behind the 16th hole.

Haha, Jerry Foltz is running one of the tower cameras. What a time to be alive. http://pic.twitter.com/OsKhGI2TcA

— D.J. Piehowski (@DJPie) January 15, 2018

The camera work was, as you might expect, not particularly strong. They were set up on only the last few holes at Waialae. There was no audio from the course. Graphics were minimal. There were blimp shots — lots and lots and lots of blimp shots. The whole thing was just surreal. It was an admirable effort given the circumstances, but also made you appreciate what we get each week and what those who were on strike actually provide.

As for the actual golf, well, the GC crew back in Orlando didn’t exactly get a quick and tidy one to call on Sunday night. A playoff between Patton Kizzire and James Hahn went a slogging six holes, going almost to 11 p.m. ET. It finished as sunset in Honolulu was minutes away, with Hahn bogeying the par-3 redan 17th hole. Neither played particularly well, but Kizzire emerges with what is already his second win of the season. He won the Mayakoba back in November during the “wraparound” portion of the schedule.

So it’s just the second week of January and Kizzire is almost locked up for a spot in the final 30 at the Tour Championship in Atlanta about 9 months from now. He’s No. 1 in the FedExCup Standings, which doesn’t mean much, but means something — he should stay in the top 10 for the next several months barring a total collapse.

Kizzire is a horse, a player who can go on streaks, as evidenced by his lights-out season on the Web Tour. The big Auburn product could be an outside contender for a Ryder Cup spot too if he keeps the pedal down and accrues enough points early in the season (he doesn’t get anything for his win in the fall). Despite the weirdness of the day, we got a good winner at the end of it. Here are your final results from Waialae:

Why Watch

1) It’s pretty. This is simple. I won’t try to expound much beyond telling you that this Waialae Country Club layout is easy to look at. The media center is basically on the beach — not that I know from experience; one day, perhaps.

The course runs right up and almost onto the beach — so close that a couple of certain pros going out for a kayak ride in the ocean were easily caught by the golf course cameras and documented in a suffocating barrage of content last year. And you mayyyy see a shot or two of the infamous “W” shaped palms lording over the 18th green.

Photo by Sean M. Haffey/Getty Images

2) Raynor. I will never pretend to be a golf course architecture expert, although I appreciate those who are and love following the topic. It’s a topic that’s taken on increased interest and debate, thanks to a handful of intelligent voices in social and digital media shining new light.

Waialae is one of a too-small handful of PGA Tour courses with Golden Age roots as it was one of Seth Raynor’s last projects in the 1920s. Raynor has been a poster boy for the increased discussion and appreciation from the aforementioned group on social media. He’s a cult hero for many.

Now, the Waialae of 2018 is different from Raynor’s original intent but there are still elements that make this worth watching, especially with Tom Doak, a modern day architecture cult hero, slowly putting some restorative efforts into the historic course. The redan 17th hole should be the most noticeable change and throwback this year.

I think this is a fascinating topic worth diving into and for more, go to the actual experts. Andy Johnson at The Fried Egg, one of those ascendant golf architecture experts I mentioned, hosted Doak on his podcast this week. They went through some of the original Raynor intent, the restoration efforts, and how the course plays for the best pros in the world on a week like this.

3) #58Watch. Breaking 60 has become somewhat passé, but it’s still an accomplishment that gets you to change the channel to golf once murmurs of a pro going super deep start rumbling on Twitter and elsewhere. Waialae is one of the better opportunities for a pro to break 60 and maybe even match Jim Furyk’s ridiculous 58 from the Travelers a few years ago.

It’s a par 70, and the present day big hitters are taking some ridiculous lines off the tees — nothing that Raynor could have imagined back when it was originally designed. We saw this from Justin Thomas last year when he torched the place for a 59 en route to his second win in the first two weeks of the 2017 season. It’s likely we’re back on #59Watch or maybe even #58Watch again this week.

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4) Rookies. With this being our first full-field event of the new year, it’s also a great opportunity to get a good look at this year’s rookie class. Of course, those rookies get some much-needed starts during the wraparound schedule in the fall. But some of these early year events are major chances for them to make hay and solidify their status for the rest of the year, or at least before the priority rankings reshuffle. The Sony Open is one of their best chances to accrue some FedExCup points, with some of the upcoming West Coast swing events having smaller fields that don’t provide starts for rookies with lower priority.

We’ve seen a rookie win this event recently, with Russell Henley going low in 2013 to win the Sony in his PGA Tour debut. There’s a boatload of rookies playing this week — they’re all worth watching but some of the bigger names that may get some love are Peter Uihlein, Tom Lovelady, Aaron Wise, Stephan Jaeger, and Austin Cook, who already won during the wraparound schedule.

You’re going to get plenty of chances to watch the top players in the world rankings in the coming months. This is a good opportunity to see some of the best young up-and-comers — the players who aren’t household names but are worth rooting for and could become one soon.

How to Watch

This is really the last opportunity to watch prime-time PGA Tour golf until the fall, when the Asian swing returns during the wraparound portion of the schedule. The upcoming West Coast swing does allow for some golf to go past dinner time on the East Coast, but not by much given the limited daylight hours this time of year.

The only real options for prime-time golf would be a West Coast venue at either the U.S. Open or the PGA Championship. The USGA is fond of getting the national championship on the West Coast during the longest days of the year, allowing for finishes as late as 11 p.m. ET. But this year, we’re about as far away from the West Coast as possible with the 2018 U.S. Open at Shinnecock Hills. So this is it really. Take it in because from here on out, your weekend finishes on the PGA Tour will all slot in during daylight hours.

Like last week on Maui, Golf Channel will have exclusive coverage of the entire tournament over the next four days. It’s that time of year when CBS is still occupied with football on the weekends, and these events aren’t necessarily big enough to get the bump up to NBC. And Golf Channel is plenty capable of just running with the coverage throughout, as we see during the fall series too.

It will, however, be down a man at times this week. Jim “Bones” Mackay (Phil Mickelson’s former longtime caddie, if you’re completely golf ignorant) has become one of the best parts of the Golf Channel/NBC coverage. But this week, he’s picking up the bag again and looping for Justin Thomas, whose regular caddie has to take a few weeks off due to plantar fasciitis.

Bones is going to do double duty, putting on the headset and working as a walking reporter when Thomas is not playing. But given that the defending champ tore this course up last year and will likely play well again, Bones could be on the course as a caddie and not a TV reporter during the late weekend broadcast times.

Here’s your media schedule for Sunday:

Sunday’s final round coverage

Television:

6 to 10 p.m. — Golf Channel

Online streams:

6 to 10 p.m. — Golf Channel simulcast stream

Radio:

5 p.m. — PGA Tour Radio on SiriusXM (Ch. 92/208 and streamed here)

Photo by Sam Greenwood/Getty Images

Jordan Spieth is back for the second straight year at the Sony.

Tee Times

This is the first full field event of the year. That little party on Maui last week featured just 34 players and was obviously easy to schedule over four days with a ton of flexibility. Now we’re back to the grind of sending two waves off split tees for the first 36 holes.

The original 144-man field has been cut down at the customary 36-hole mark, but that doesn’t mean they will now send them off in twosomes all rolling off No. 1. They could do that, starting at about 8 a.m. local time. But, as the AP’s Doug Ferguson explains, this is a solid for the volunteers who have been grinding through the first two sun-up to sun-down days.

We often see the Tour put them off two tees in groups of three on a weekend when severe weather threatens the schedule. This allows them to condense the entire field down into about a two-hour window. It’s exactly two hours this week in Oahu, where the first group on Sunday will not go until after 9 a.m. local. That’s about two hours earlier than Saturday’s schedule, but still gives the volunteers and tourney staff some extra cushion on Sunday morning.

The TV coverage runs until 10 p.m., but the final group should be putting out on the 18th green well before that — sometime around 9 p.m. unless there’s a dramatic pace of play issue.

UPDATE: It turns out the tee times for Sunday were moved up because of Golf Channel technicians’ strike. Unionized employees, such as camera operators, went on strike and walked out on Sunday morning, leaving Golf Channel scrambling to put together makeshift crews of contractors to broadcast their Sunday events on the Web.com Tour, PGA Tour, and Champions Tour.

Earlier start today at the Sony is because of a strike. No, not a missile. Camera/audio techs that do GC events walked out today over contract negotiations.

— Doug Ferguson (@dougferguson405) January 14, 2018

It’s a very odd situation, which we went through here with comments from one camera operator who walked out at the Web Tour event.

Here’s your full tee sheet for the third round.

Sunday’s tee sheet (all times ET!)

Off No 1 tee:

2:20 p.m.: Lanto Griffin, Kevin Kisner, Austin Cook

2:30 p.m.: Jason Dufner, Stewart Cink, Jordan Spieth

2:40 p.m.: Matt Jones, Nicholas Lindheim, Xinjun Zhang

2:50 p.m.: Corey Conners, Keith Mitchell, Jonathan Byrd

3 p.m.: Daisuke Kataoka, Gary Woodland, Jerry Kelly

3:10 p.m.: Chez Reavie, Emiliano Grillo, Ryan Blaum

3:20 p.m.: Ryan Armour, Zach Johnson, Scott Brown

3:30 p.m.: Ben Martin, James Hahn, Nate Lashley

3:40 p.m.: Talor Gooch, Scott Piercy, Rory Sabbatini

3:50 p.m.: Sam Saunders, Webb Simpson, Brian Stuard

4 p.m.: Ollie Schniederjans, Cameron Smith, Justin Thomas

4:10 p.m.: Kyle Stanley, Chris Kirk, Russell Knox

4:20 p.m.: Tom Hoge, Patton Kizzire, Brian Harman

Off No. 10 tee:

2:20 p.m.: Brandon Harkins, Adam Schenk, Charles Howell III

2:30 p.m.: Daniel Berger, Dominic Bozzelli, Tony Finau

2:40 p.m.: Wesley Bryan, Harris English, Xander Schauffele

2:50 p.m.: John Peterson, Tyrone Van Aswegen, Marc Leishman

3 p.m.: Jason Kokrak, Keegan Bradley, Brian Gay

3:10 p.m.: Conrad Shindler, Ryan Palmer, Jonathan Randolph

3:20 p.m.: Sam Ryder, Matt Every, Seamus Power

3:30 p.m.: J.J. Spaun, Hudson Swafford, Roberto Diaz

3:40 p.m.: John Oda, Kevin Tway, Andrew Putnam

3:50 p.m.: Si Woo Kim, Shugo Imahira, Stephan Jaegar

4 p.m.: Blayne Barber, Vaughn Taylor, Steve Allan

4:10 p.m.: William McGirt, D.A. Points

4:20 p.m.: Colt Knost, Joel Dahmen

Scores

Round 1 scores

The wind was down a bit in the first round, and while we got a couple low scores, it was not the birdiefest you might be accustomed to at the Sony Open. And we sure didn’t get anything approaching the 59 that Thomas posted in the opening round last year at Waialae. Your leaders are Chris Kirk and Zach Johnson, who was all over the flag with his irons in the afternoon wave. This is a classic setup that should, traditionally, favor the ZJ game and he opened his year with an impressive 63.

Jordan Spieth somehow finished in the red despite posting a snowman 8 on his penultimate hole of the day, which included four shots hitting four trees en route to the green. Not good! But Spieth piled up a bunch of birdies elsewhere and is still in okay shape at 1-under.

I think the most fascinating thing to watch in these early rounds is how some of the classic and restored holes are holding up in a pro event. The redan hole at the 17th, this year’s most dramatic change for the Sony, was worth watching all evening on the Golf Channel broadcast. The Fried Egg picked up on the new challenge.

This year vs last year on the redan hole. Today the tour played the tees up 15 yards and there was little to no wind. The hole played tougher with a larger shot dispersion than last year when the green was flat. Proof that the best way to test players is with quality architecture http://pic.twitter.com/AdUwy1ngha

— the fried egg (@the_fried_egg) January 12, 2018

Spieth will be out in the afternoon wave and in the TV window on Friday. This is a really cool early-season test and I thought Thursday’s opening round was more entertaining than any day last week at Kapalua.

Round 2 Scores:

Brian Harman, perhaps the hottest player on the PGA Tour, backed up his opening round 64 with a 63 early on Friday morning in Honolulu. Harman has been a stud since his junior golf days, but may be settling in now for a sustained run on the PGA Tour. He beat out Dustin Johnson last year at the always tough Wells Fargo Championship for his second career win. He contended on Sunday at the U.S. Open. He finished the the year with seven top 10s.

Harman began 2018 playing in the final Sunday pairing alongside DJ in Maui. People are jumping on the trendy Harman bandwagon and a win this week will only make it more crowded. This Waialae course is perfectly suited for his precision game but he’ll need to keep the pedal down and keep posting rounds in the mid-60s to stay on top of the leaderboard.

That’s because there’s always a mega-low round available out here. We’ve seen players come from way down the board with a 9-under round of 61. We know Justin Thomas can go low after his 59 last year. JT is still well within striking distance, tied for 17th at the midpoint. Jordan Spieth is probably too far gone at just 3-under but he can at least play his way into a late Sunday tee time.

Round 3 Scores:

There were low numbers available out there again on Saturday, but we still have yet to see the one player go crazy low and push 60. The round of the day belonged to Webb Simpson, who matched the round of the week with a 7-under 63. Simpson jumped 39 spots up the leaderboard and into the top 10 for the final round. He doesn’t have much of a great chance of winning, sitting still six shots behind the leading number. But it shows, as always, that big jumps can be made from deep down the leaderboard and I still think we could get a 61 before this Sony Open is over.

The man sitting atop the board with that leading number is now Tom Hoge, who was a shot shy of Simpson’s mark with a 6-under 64 on Saturday. Hoge has never won on the PGA Tour, but has seven top 10 finishes in a youngish career. Now he’s one ahead of Patton Kizzire and Brian Harman, two studs, who are in form, and won last year. It’s likely Hoge will need yet another mid-60s round on Sunday to stay on top and clinch that first career victory. He’s stayed in the range all week with a 65-65-64 run at Waialae, but the odds aren’t exactly on his side with just a one-shot cushion at a place that has seen some leaderboard volatility.

Tom Hoge takes a 1-shot lead into the final round in Honolulu. Since 2013 season began, players with a 1-shot lead through 54 holes win 25% of the time on the PGA Tour (17-for-67).

— Justin Ray (@JustinRayGC) January 14, 2018

The biggest name within striking distance is probably defending Sony Open champ and reigning player of the year Justin Thomas. He’s also six shots back at 10-under but certainly has the firepower to go low and chase them down. We’re set up for a strong Sunday at the Sony.

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france ship

ur character got drunk after being dumped in high school and decided to win over the love of their life by throwing rocks at their window at 3 in the morning .. only they completely missed the street n it was parkers .. she opens the window, they feel bad, apologize and leave .. next day they got seated together at math. they will do anything to pass the time.. (yea .. probably making origami and telling everyone in class to pass their rubbers so they can stack them on top of each other . ) ended up going to lunch detention more times than going to lunch but they didnt mind .. they got to see what the janitor’s storage looks like and wear those yellow cleaning gloves for the rest of the day n when someone asked them why ? they smile. no reply. they ended up going completely different ways .. while parker went to a community college for journalism .. they were probably doing much bigger things but they always kept in touch whether it was through phone calls or texts . now that they are on the show, they take every opportunity to mess w people the way they did back in the good ol days (they are old! just kidding. im barely alive)

they were NEIGHbours (haha) for a while when they were kids and they’d come over to each others houses for pancakes and spongebob. parker probably scared away their bullies by kicking a soccer ball right in the bullies face .. went hunting for the weirdest bugs they could find. sat under the table at a mutual family friends wedding the entire day talking about what dessert theyd want to be, if they were a dessert “id like to be a cream puff. a cream puff with apricots or even a plain one. lukewarm at the bakery .. in the window.” “a CREAM PUFF?! as in cake?” “Of course!!! what else? a cream puff is a cream puff!!!” “a cream puff... you are weird.” probably lost contact completely after parker relocated w her mom so for a while they probably had no idea it was them on the show until they heard each others names ..

they worked at an indoor go karting speedway together at one point .. probably got drunk at 18 after closing hours and talked about fitting in, n broken hearts .. maybe at one point even kissed but laughed it off .. “see NOW i know why u dont have a girlfriend” . probably pranked each other at any given opportunity ( still do)

friends w benefits thing !!! we can expand on this based on ur characters personality .. they were both stuck in the elevator before a movie casting and ended up talking non stop throughout the whole 4 hours they were there for .. they exchanged numbers but none of them actually reached out since they r both the type of people who wait for someone to talk to them first .. ended up both not getting the role so parker texted them about it and they bonded over mutual failure .. we can plot futher on what this new close proximity actually means for them ??? maybe they hate each other now??? idk things change ??? im so tired

the kind of friendship where they make each other laugh through trying to out do their own insults ... “oh nice shirt. where did you find it? at the bottom of a dumpster? smells like its been shit on. or maybe its just you” .. a big fat silence “did anyone hear something???? sounded like a big old mouth fart”

uhhhhh whateva else im tired

roman attic

(ok nevermind im tired this is just a bunch of aus i found ... we can interpret them in our own way! if ur interested .. sorry im tired x20 also these will be like in every possible narrative ever so sorry lol)

she helped them get through a rough patch without realising it. she volunteered for a free late evenings and overnights mental health help line in college and they called her every week for months then they asked her out for coffee .. there was a lot of chemistry but parker knew she couldnt invest in a relationship at the time because of her own struggles so she had to decline when they offered a proper date .. now they wanna know why

going through a really bad break up and answering the door for your pizza in a baggy t-shirt and your underwear because you have nothing left to lose and the pizza boy is genuinely very concerned about you being okay so he assures you he’s not a serial killer and invites you to get dressed and ride shotgun in his shitty silver car while he delivers pizza for the rest of the night and he listens to you talk and tells you how much off an idiot your asshole ex was

ever since 7th grade, muse a and muse b had been inseparable. the two knew each other like the back of their hands. they saw each other run through petty middle school crushes, family hardships, and more. they argued, they laughed, they did absolutely anything and everything together. however, they were always just friends. freshman year of high school muse a had confessed the crush they developed on muse b. that confession changed their entire relationship. the summer into their sophomore year, muse b stopped talking to muse a. their friendship ended within a blink of an eye. they didn’t talk for years. until senior year, muse a got into a relationship. muse a’s significant other took them to a party where muse a would be introduced to a “very important person,” the best friend. muse a was nervous, hoping and praying for the approval. when they arrived, muse a was shocked to see that the infamous best friend was muse b.

hello ???!?!??!?! love rosie plot?

here’s these two idiots who are roommates, and they bicker and act like a married couple constantly, and can hang out like best friends but they’re completely platonic, no we’re not in love that’s preposterous!! and it’s so evident that they’re into each other like whenever one goes out on a date, the other is all bitter like ‘no i’m definitely not jealous’. and they like leave bars together at some stupidly early hour and their friends tease them and they just go home and get drunk together instead. and like domestic washing the dishes and fighting over who does what and flinging soap at each other.

(forget the pronouns ... im just copying and pasting lol) i really want a plot where this totally sweet girl is dating this total ass and he prob cheats on her all the time and is so shitty to her but she stays because she’s sweet and caring and he’s all she’s ever known and they used to be so in love but anyways he’s totally one of those guys who brings around his douche friends and they sit on the couch and talk about chicks and drugs and partying and she is supposed 2 be the regular house wife gf who brings them food and sits next to him when they watch movies so he can flaunt her and just be /: a dick /: ANYWAYS his fellow douche friend starts to slowly be like god this guy is so awful to her and he starts following her out of the room instead of staying to high five his friend for cheating on her w some club girl and idk he just generally starts hanging out with her more while her bf and his other friends hang out in the basement or some shit and they’ll like sit on the porch while he smokes and they just talk or he’ll help her make food or ANYTHING and it can go so many cute ways tbh like ? he could be listening to the friend brag about sleeping around one day or see him being shitty to her like yelling at her for nothing ro smth and just be like DAMN I’VE HAD ENOUGH and finally break and yell at his friend and fight for her and accidently admit that he thinks she’s totally amazing and he’d cherish her sm or he could kiss her one night while they’re talking and they could start sneaking around behind the friends back or anything so !

m and f are both celebs. m is very cocky and a big ladies’ man who loves to sleep around and party and all that. f is a little pop star who keeps to herself and never creates drama and is well-liked by the public. m and f meet at an event one night. all m can think about afterward is f and how cool and different she is, while f never wants to see m again after living up to his reputation for being a bit of a jerk. SO m starts to do everything in his power to make f like him… and f starts to like him but in the most pure way possible ?? and they get along so well and genuinely have fun??

agent who has to protect a civilian by pretending to be married

just kiddin lol

they had that sickening real kind of love where theyd practically kill for each other.. except they never put labels on things and it turns out one of them found a more convenient love and was scared to tell the other until a big fight where everything was said and they parted ways .. they asked them to stay, said they will do anything to fix things but the only thing that could fix things was to turn the time back.. they ended unsolved because one of them just refused to answer their texts. its been a year and they still think about each other at night, even with other people in their arms. “you looked at me like i was your answer, i looked at you like you meant something”

otter

my friend can’t stop talking about how they want to set me up with their other friend so we start texting each other and disagree on everything .. somehow its amusing how we are both so invested in making each others lives harder ???? i think it makes both of our lives a little better

famlieh

bad break up thing

WEHEYYYYYYYYY

sorry im in pain

ill end this here

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