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The Romance of the Pear

Sorry I’ve been mia for the last couple of months! I’ve just finished high school so that has been taking up most of my focus, but in the meantime I’ve been working on this! I don’t really know what it is tbh, but I’ve enjoyed writing it and I hope that you’ll enjoy reading it!

A story about Spencer being in love with the reader, and the reader being in love with Spencer

tw: mentions of rape, murder, horrific actions towards women, swearing

Spencer Reid x fem!reader (13.2k) (the app might crash, so it can be an idea to read on a browser!)

The sky outside of the windows was painted a gloomy grey, raindrops falling and hitting the glass of the windows, making them the only noise in the otherwise quiet office.

Y/N was sitting at her desk, her hand fiddling idly with one of her pens as she read over one of the cases she was designated to counsel on. The knitted cardigan around her shoulder helped her to not feel the impending chill from the poor weather, and her feet had abandoned the heels and had found purchase under her body on her chair.

“Good morning sunshine,” a voice pulled her eyes away from the details of horrific killings of prostitutes in the case files.

“Morning Emily,” she smiled back, feeling her mood brighten just the slightest.

“Why are you in so early on a Monday?” Emily asked as she dropped her things down by her already cluttered desk, before she made her way over to take a seat on the edge of Y/N’s desk.

“Oh, I had to talk with Knightly down at sex crimes about this case,” she pointed down at the open case file, not protesting when Emily moved to lift it up to have a look. “And he’s going to Texas at nine, so I had to come in earlier.”

“He carves hearts into their chests?” Emily asked with disgust in her voice after she placed the file back down on the desk.

“Yeah,” Y/N dragged out the word, as she leaned forward to rest her face in her hands. “But not before he rapes and sexually mutilates them. Charming fella.”

“Sounds like a real prince charming,” Emily laughed before she moved to the kitchenette.

“Good morning Prentiss, Y/L/N,” a third voice entered the conversation as Hotch made his way through the glass double doors, rain droplets decking his coat, in a way that reminded Y/N of the way flower petals looked after a storm.

“Morning sir,” Y/N smiled at him and watched him close himself into his office for the day.

“Why hearts though,” Emily said as she came back to reclaim her spot on the edge of the desk.

“I really don’t know,” Y/N grumbled while she leaned back in her chair, “there’s the obvious correlation with love, but the way he treats them screams anything but love and affection. So, my guess is that it has something to do with the view of prostitutes and sex. You know, maybe he believes that sex is a sin, and the only right way to have sex is in marriage, and these prostitutes just throw out their love every time they’re with a new john. But I’m honestly as lost as you are.”

“That’s a good theory,” Emily bounced back, “many people do call it ‘making love’, so if the unsub thinks that the prostitutes are just selling their bodies without a care about love, he might do it to symbolize the love that they could never have.”

“Right,” Y/N was quick to scribble it down on the page as a possible motive for the signature, “thanks Em.”

“Did you know that the shape of the symbolic heart as we know it today originated in the bottom corner of a manuscript called ‘The Romance of Alexander’ dated around 1340?” a voice spoke behind them, as it moved across the room.

“Good morning Spencer,” both Y/N and Emily said, Y/N’s eyes still locked on the file she was scribbling in. “And no, I didn’t know that” Y/N said when she was done writing, letting her eyes meet his across the divider between their desks, as Emily scurried back to her own desk to avoid being a part of the incoming info dump.

“Yeah, and the first illustration of the amorous heart was in 1250 in a picture called ‘The Romance of the Pear’, where a pear, eggplant or pinecone, there is some debate, is an allegory for the heart,” he continued as he dropped his satchel by his desk and sat in his chair before turning on his monitor.

“A pear?” Y/N asked softly, letting her fingers start to mess with the pen again.

“Hm,” Spencer continued, his honey eyes meeting hers. “In western culture the pear is also a symbol of female erotic.”

“Ooh,” Derek’s voice interrupted the quiet moment, breaking the sweet gaze between the two profilers. “Female erotic, my field of expertise.”

“Jesus,” Y/N laughed and turned away from Spencer to face Derek as he draped his jacket over the back of his swirly chair. “Have you just dropped chivalry all together now, or what?”

“What?” Derek asked, as Emily joined in Y/N’s laughter, “I’m just being honest. What are you and pretty boy doing speaking about female erotic at 8:30 on a Monday morning anyway?”

“I was just telling Y/N the symbolism of pears,” Spencer said, not removing his eyes from the monitor, where he was checking his emails against his will.

A smile tugged on Y/N’s lips when she remembered him coming back from being called to Hotch’s office and telling her that he was being forced to get an email account by the bureau. Both Y/N and Penelope had helped him set it up, and he had countless times sheepishly asked Y/N to help him write out a reply.

“Ah yes,” Derek teased as he took a seat in his chair, “symbolism of pears. Just a regular conversation topic on this gloomy Monday morning.”

“I don’t even want to know how on earth you got around to that topic,” Rossi added when he came walking past the clutter of desks.

“It was just-“ Y/N started to explain the obscure conversation topic as Rossi moved up the short flight of stairs.

“No! Don’t wanna hear it,” Rossi called back as he closed his office door.

The four agents shared a look of amusement as they all started on their designated work for the day, the raindrops still trailing down the planes of glass of the windows.

After an hour of silence, only occasionally being interrupted by an agent coming or going or a phone call, Y/N felt herself becoming more and more disheartened by the case on her desk. After having worked at the BAU for approximately a year now, she would have thought that she would have gotten used to the evil the team faced on a daily basis. But something about this guy, ruthlessly raping and killing innocent women, hit her a bit different than she had anticipated.

Letting her feet down from her chair she put them back in her shoes before walking over to the kitchenette to make herself a cup of tea as a comforting hug.

As she stood idly twirling the spoon around in the hot water while waiting for the sugar to dissolve, she heard the signature sound of heels thumping against the floor.

“Good morning my dear angel,” Penelope greeted cheerfully as she came in with her pink octopus mug. Penelope had seemingly decided to take it upon herself to be the sun on the gloomy day; her bright yellow dress making Y/N smile and momentarily forget the case that was patiently waiting for her back at her desk.

“Good morning Pen,” Y/N said and leaned against one of the cupboards as she watched Penelope make her daily green tea. “How was your weekend?”

“Oh, it was lovely,” she exclaimed as she poured hot water into the mug, “I babysat Henry which is always a blast, and then I went shopping and I found the cutest earrings in this small shop. I have to take you at some point!” Penelope said, letting her words come out a mile a minute, only making Y/N’s heart grow lighter.

“I would love that Pen,” Y/N said as they started to make their way back to Y/N’s desk.

“Morning baby girl,” Derek said as he swirled his chair to look at the two girls coming back.

“Morning chocolate thunder,” Penelope said as she perched herself on the edge of his desk. “What did my wonderful Captain America replica do this weekend?”

As the two of them lost themselves in their daily flirtations Y/N made her way back to her desk, only to find the dreaded file missing from its place. She looked around confused, before seeing the familiar pictures over on Spencer’s desk, where he was writing at lightning speed.

“Spence?” Y/N asked softly, but before she could continue, he closed the file and handed it back over to her. He simply gave her a quick, tight-lipped smile before he turned back to his own mountain of paperwork.

Slowly, not taking her eyes from the genius across from her, she opened the file, and saw how he had completed the file for her. His chicken scratches took over where her handwriting had stopped. The time pressure he had been under was clear in the simple short sentences he had scrawled down at the bottom.

Before she could exclaim her gratitude, a bimble came from Penelope’s cell phone and she let out a sad sigh before getting up from her seat on Derek’s desk.

“Duty calls avengers,” she said as she moved to Hotch’s office, while the others started to go to the briefing room.

Before Y/N could get up, Spencer had already bounced up the flight of stairs and was quickly making his way to the briefing room.

“We have an icky case on our hands this time, my dear crime fighters,” Penelope said as she stood by the screen, remote ready in her hand. “Last night, a civilian found a leg wrapped in garbage bags when she took out the trash in central Indianapolis. The leg belonged to Louise Obsen, a 28 year old accountant. The remaining parts of her body were found wrapped in a similar way, dumped in various dumpsters around the block.”

The silence stretched across the briefing room as everyone took in the gruesome details of the murder.

“The dismemberment could be a forensic countermeasure,” Spencer said as he glanced over the file, “it’s easier to hide parts of the body than a whole body.”

“Do we know how the unsub dismembered the bodies?” Emily asked as she flipped through the pictures.

“Yes,” Penelope said as she swallowed harshly as she pressed a button on the remote. “The coroner says the limbs were removed with a standard saw, nothing special. But all of this happened postmortem, the COD was a gunshot to the back of the head.”

“Execution style,” JJ mumbled, “is this the only victim?”

“No,” Hotch said, eyes focused on the case file, “two weeks ago the Indianapolis PD found a young woman, Emma Day, dismembered and discarded in the same way. She was 29”

Penelope clicked on her remote, but she kept her eyes looking straight ahead. Y/N noticed the clear look of discomfort in her eyes, and silently reached down under the conference table and gave her hand a gentle squeeze of comfort.

“They certainly look alike,” Derek chimed in as he looked at the two women on the screen. “Pretty girls with black hair in their late twenties; they’re probably surrogates for the unsubs' real target.”

“What did Emma do for a living Pen?” Y/N asked, her hand still wrapped around Penelope’s.

“She worked as a caretaker at a residential facility, by all accounts she was very well liked there. Both of them were, in fact.”

“Both low-risk victims,” Rossi pondered as he closed his file, “that means that he probably doesn’t appear as a threat.”

“Which makes him all the more dangerous,” Hotch said as he collected his files, “wheels up in 30.”

The plane ride was mostly silent after the team had gone over the case once more.

Y/N was sitting by the window, book laying open in her lap, but her mind was flying with the fluffy clouds outside of the window.

One of her hands was fiddling with the pendant of her necklace as she observed the way the ground was moving underneath the jet.

“Metamorphoses,” a gentle voice pulled her out from her reveries, and her eyes drifted away from the window to see Spencer take the seat across from her, holding a cup of strawberry tea out to her.

“Excuse me?” she asked softly, still a tad too lost in her own head to be able to catch up with him.

“Your book,” he said, gesturing to the book in her lap. “You’re reading Metamorphoses.”

“Oh yeah,” she laughed, moving to shut the book and rest it on the table in between them. “I uh,” she started as she straightened up in her seat, “I took a class in classics at university, and I found my notes a few weeks back, and I remembered how much I loved Ovid’s writing and his stories, so I went and bought it this weekend.”

“Which one is your favourite?” Spencer asked softly, taking a sip from his own mug, undoubtedly filled to the brim with a concussion of coffee and sugar.

“Do you promise you’re not going to judge me?” Y/N asked, as she teasingly raised her eyebrows as she also took a sip of her mug.

“I promise,” Spencer laughed incredulously, “I would never judge anyone who voluntarily reads Ovid.”

“Okay fair enough,” she said and let both of her hands wrap around the mug to get some heat into her hands. “It’s probably ‘Apollo and Daphne’, very unoriginal, I know.”

“No, no uh-,” Spencer was quick to sit up straighter and lean on over the table while I cleared his throat, “that one’s really good. I love it too actually.”

“You do?” Y/N asked, unconsciously leaning in closer to Spencer.

“Yeah,” he said breathlessly, “I find that there’s something beautiful in loving someone who will never love you back.”

“Beautiful?”

“Yeah, you see, it’s kind of like the oldest story known to man. Unrequited love. And I don’t know, I guess I just know the feeling. To love something that’s so far out of my reach,” he explained softly, letting his eyes fall to the coffee in his mug.

“Spencer,” Y/N mumbled softly, letting her hand creep closer to where he was gripping his mug tightly. “Nothing will ever-“

But before she could finish her sentence Emily popped up and interrupted the two of them.

“We’re landing in ten, Y/N you’re with me, we’re going to go to the different dumpsites.”

“Yeah, okay,” Y/N said breathlessly, as she watched Spencer quickly regain his posture and leaned back in his seat as he fastened his seatbelt, pretending that he hadn’t just shared something that would now be permanently engraved into Y/N’s brain.

“What were you and Reid talking about on the jet?”

The question pulled Y/N out of her thoughts as she was reading over the case fil once more before they arrived at the first dumpsite.

“Huh?”

Emily turned her head to quickly glance at the younger agent next to her, her sunglasses covering her mischievous eyes.

“On the jet,” she further went on, “you both looked like you were seconds away from imploding from feelings.”

“Oh,” Y/N laughed awkwardly, straightening up her back, trying to square up a bit unconsciously. “We were just talking about this book I’m reading. He just gave an interesting input on one of my favourite stories.”

“Really,” Emily teased, carefully driving into the parking space next to the alley.

“Yeah, just talking about books,” Y/N said as she jumped out of the SUV, shutting the heavy door behind her.

The gloomy weather had thankfully stayed behind in D.C., leaving the team to soak up the lovely spring sun that shined overhead in them in Indianapolis.

“What was that about unrequited love then?” Emily continued to press on as they walked over to the group of policemen standing by the dumpsters.

“It’s the theme of the story,” Y/N grumbled before swiftly putting on a smile as a young man headed towards them.

“You must be with the BAU,” the man started as he held out his hand for the two of them to shake.

“Yes, agents Prentiss and Y/L/N,” Emily said as she shook his hand, “Are you the lead detective on the case?”

“Yes, detective Michaels,” he said as he lifted the yellow police tape for the three of them to step under.

“Nice to meet you,” Y/N said softly smiling at him, while Emily softly laughed and shook her head to herself at the young agent when she saw Michaels already developing what the team had dubbed ‘Y/N eyes’.

One of the things that the team noticed when Y/N Y/L/N had joined the team was her extreme kindness. It challenged even Penelope’s something that they hadn’t thought was possible. When they all first had been introduced to each other Y/N had made sure to look at each individual team member like they were the sun, her attention focused solely on the profiler in question. On every case the team had worked Emily hadn’t once experienced Y/N kindly greet the detectives working on the case, and often gave them her sweet smile that made everyone melt in their spot – often resulting in them giving her ‘Y/N eyes’ the rest of the case.

Her kindness had especially seemed to do a trick on the resident genius of the BAU; a fact abundantly clear for all of the team members except for the two of them. While the remainder of the team never was rude or unkind to him, they never seemed to engage with him the same way she did. There was a willingness to hear him ramble on about the most obscure things, a gleam in both of their eyes when they would talk about their favourite books in hushed voices on the jet when they thought everyone else was asleep.

“How long had the leg been out here before it was found?” Emily asked, breaking the detective out of his gaze locked on Y/N.

“Uh,” he said as he started to fumble with the notepad as Emily and Y/N shared a quick smile as they survived the dumpsters littering the area. “The coroner says about 24 hours.”

“So he dumped it in the evening the previous day,” Y/N said as she glanced around the alley. “How many buildings have access to the alley?”

“Three, these two facing this street,” the detective said as he pointed to the street Emily and Y/N had come from, “and then the other one facing that one,” he said as he pointed down the alley to the street at the other end.

“There’s a good chance that he owns a van,” Y/N said as she moved her sunglasses to the top of her head as they got deeper into the alley where her vision wasn’t obscured by the sunlight. “He could back in, get out, take the limbs out from the back and discard them quickly before being on the move again. It would just look like a guy throwing out trash for anyone passing by at that hour.”

“You’re right,” Emily said as she walked back over to Michaels and Y/N. “He discards them like trash, no signs of remorse of any kind.”

“What does that mean?” Michaels asked as they walked out of the alley and on their way to the next dumpsite.

“That he hates women,” Emily and Y/N said in unison, as they continued their tread down the silent street.

“It would be a good idea to have your officers make a door to door on the surrounding buildings of the two dumpsites,” Y/N said as she and detective Michaels walked into the precinct.

“Why?” He asked while holding the door open for her.

She shot him a small grateful smile as they made their way to the conference room the team had made their office for the coming time. “There’s a chance that some of the residents saw or heard something without knowing its importance, so just have them ask if they remember seeing or hearing anything on the evening of the 15th.”

“Will do agent,” he smiled back at her, and held the door to the conference room open for her as well.

As they walked into the room, they saw the entire team sitting around it, all with their heads deep buried in their case files, or in Spencer’s case, a map, and a plethora of coffee cups covering the table.

“What did you get from the dump sites?” JJ asked when she lifted her head to take a generous sip of her coffee.

At the sound of JJ speaking the entire team turned their heads to see who had joined them in their small room.

Y/N smiled and moved to take a seat in the chair between Rossi and Spencer. “We think he might own a van; the alleys are big enough for a van to back in there and block the view from the street. Emily stayed back to interview a woman that said she remembered a loud noise that evening.”

“That’s good,” Hotch said without lifting his eyes from the case file. “He might work as a carpenter, if he has a van and that his preferred method of dismemberment is with a saw.”

“But wouldn’t that still be a huge number?” Morgan asked as he sat back in his chair while twirling a pen between his fingers. “In a city like Indianapolis the number of carpenters must be quite significant.”

“You’re right,” Rossi mumbled before pulling his phone out, before pressing the familiar buttons.

“The oracle of Quantico at your service sir,” the chipper voice of Penelope blasted through the speakers of the phone, making everyone around the table break out a small smile.

“Garcia, how many carpenters are there in the hunting zone of the unsub?” Rossi asked.

“Uh, quite a bit sir,” Penelope said as she typed her fingers off on her end. “Do you have any other parameters so I can narrow this down?”

“Based on victimology he would be in his late twenties to early thirties, white and would own a dark van.”

“I will do my best sir,” she said as adieu, before she hung up.

The team went back to looking over the case files after Hotch directed Michaels to start door-to-door, silence taking over the room as they all looked over the clues hidden in the papers.

“Guys,” Emily said when she hurried into the room half an hour later, “I talked to a woman who said that she heard a noise the night the unsub dumped Louise’s leg, and she said she saw a dark van just like Y/N theorized, and she said there was a logo on it. So, I called Garcia and she tracked down the carpenter firm to be ‘Better Builders’.”

“Okay,” Hotch said, going up the board before looking over the collected evidence. “Reid, Y/L/N could you go talk to the owner of the firm? Go see if there are any employees that match the profile.”

“Yes sir,” they both said in unison as they started getting up from their chairs.

Spencer held the door open for Y/N when they walked out of the room, shy smiles exchanged between them as they moved through the precinct. The sun was still shining bright when the two of them exited the station, silence stretching thin between them, leaving them trapped in the space of their own minds.

“Have you gotten something from the geographic profile?” Y/N asked to break the silence between them as Spencer turned on the car and started to drive away from the station.

“Huh?” Spencer asked, seemingly too lost in his own head to having registered that he had been asked a question.

“The geographical profile?” she asked softly, letting her eyes trail over his profile.

“Right,” he exclaimed softly, “and no, not really. Just uh, that he probably lives or works in the area between the two dumpsites, but unfortunately-”

“We won’t be able to be more specific until we have another victim,” Y/N finished for him, letting out a sigh before turning her gaze out of the windshield.

“Yeah,” Spencer said softly, letting them drive in silence for a while.

Y/N sat with her head leaning against the headrest as she saw the city of Indianapolis pass them by, visions of mutilated women flying through her mind. She thought that after a year of working at the BAU she would have developed a thicker skin, just like the rest of the team. But she was still feeling nauseous every time she saw women being brutally mutilated and felt her heart break and tears press on when a child fell victim to the horrible desires of adults.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asked softly when he noticed how silent she had become on the drive.

“Yeah,” she mumbled back softly, mind still sifting through the awful images haunting her mind. “Just thinking about what kind of monster could do this to innocent women.”

“That’s the question that keeps us in business,” Spencer joked light-heartedly, trying to get rid of the tension inside of the SUV.

“You’re right,” she joked along, “as always.” She felt the corners of her lips twist upwards when he barked out a laugh. “And I guess,” she continued softly, “I’m just wondering when I will stop being so soft.”

“What do you mean?” he asked genuinely when they stopped at a red light, cars piling behind them.

“It’s just,” she tried to gather her thoughts to the best of her abilities, feeling the pressure of his gaze on the side of her face. “I’ve been with this team for almost a year, and I still feel sick on cases like this. I still sometimes cry in the bathroom,” she laughed, hoping to reduce the melancholy air in the car. “I wonder if I’ll ever develop thicker skin like the rest of you guys.”

Her words hung in the air for a moment too long for her liking, before Spencer cleared his throat.

“Y/N,” he started softly, gently starting to step on the gas again, “you don’t have to develop thicker skin. You don’t have to do anything. Your gentleness and kindness are great virtues, that makes you who you are. Your empathy and love for everyone around you makes you the wonderful person that you are, and I think that they make you such a good profiler,” he explained, never letting his eyes stray away from the road. “I think sometimes the rest of us become immune to the monstrosities that we see, but you, and Penelope,” he interjected quickly, making a burst out a small laugh while her eyes glazed over with tears, “reminds us what it’s like to be human. To just want to make the world beautiful for everyone else.”

She kept her eyes fixed on him as he spoke. His gentle eyes still fixated on the road before them, his hair curling delicately around his ears. His lips had formed a kind smile as he spoke, and his hands were gripping tightly on the steering wheel as he navigated through the foreign city.

“That’s very nice of you Spence,” she whispered softly, “thank you.”

“There’s no shame in being soft,” he continued while he drove around to find a parking spot. “It’s a gentle reminder that you’re human, that we’re all human. And I’m very happy that you are the way you are, and I wouldn’t want you to change yourself for anything.”

He parked the car and the two agents just sat in the car for a moment longer. Each one basking in the softness of the love filled moment, each pair cheeks flushed red and fingers tingling with amorous sparks.

“Can I hug you?” Y/N asked gently, breaking the delicate silence.

“Uh,” Spencer cleared his throat before nodding his head, “yeah, yeah you can.”

She slowly undid her seatbelt before cautiously moving over the centre console and let her arms wrap around his shoulders.

She felt his arms slowly but surely slither their way around her waist, before he let his head fall and rest in the crook of her neck. His hazel curls were tickling her soft cheek, emitting a small giggle from her from the joyous sensation. He started to giggle softly along with her, their laughs dancing together in the vast space of the SUV.

“Thank you for finishing my consultation,” she whispered into the fabric of his cardigan, letting the scratchiness bring her comfort. She felt him scrunch up the fabric of her cardigan, before he nodded against her shoulder.

“Of course,” he mumbled before starting to release her from his grip, “any time.”

“We should go out there,” she said when they had pulled away, dopey smiles painting both of their faces. “And find that monster.”

“Yeah,” he said and opened his side door, “let’s get him.”

“It turned out that there weren’t any carpenters working for ‘Better Builders’ that matched the preliminary profile, yet the owner of the firm could confirm that one of their vans had been stolen about two weeks prior to the first murder,” Spencer said as he and Y/N walked into the room where Hotch and Morgan was sitting.

“Did they report it?” asked Morgan with his hands resting on the back of his head as he leaned back in his chair.

“Yeah,” Y/N said, as she took a seat on one of the swirly chairs, “I asked Michaels if he could pull up the report to see if there are any leads.”

“Good,” Hotch said before the sound of his ringtone cut the conversation short, “what do you have Garcia.”

“Sir,” she started, the sound of her clicking on the keyboard clear through the mic, “I found something funky regarding the two victims. So at first I couldn’t find any connection between Louise and Emma, but then I did some sleuthing and I found out that in the days leading up to their deaths day had both gone on a date. Not so weird you probably say, I say it’s weird when the date is with the same person, and from the looks of it they both met him on a dating app.”

Silence took over the room as the four team members processed the information.

“Can you find out who the prince charming is, baby girl?” Derek asked as he leaned on closer to the phone.

“Oh, I’m already ten steps ahead of you sugar, and the prince charming is Sheldon Green, but here’s the kicker. It’s not Sheldon Green.”

The room was once again silent, the puzzle pieces laying spread all around them, refusing to be put together. The silence was broken when an officer came in and handed Spencer the case file on the stolen van.

“What do you mean Pen,” Y/N asked, confusion clear in her voice.

“I’ll tell you what I mean sweetums,” Penelope continued, the tapping stopping on her end of the call, “I did my thing and pulled up the profile from Louise’s phone and quickly matched the person on the profile to Mr. Green, but the actual Mr. Green has a very legit alibi for both times because the first time he was at his boyfriend’s parent’s house for family dinner and the second time he was at a work conference two towns over.”

“So someone has used Green’s identity to lure the victims onto a date?” Y/N asked, still confused.

“It would appear so. I have successfully hacked into the account, and I have tried to track down the phone the creep has used but have come up blank. He is using some weird firewall, incognito thing that I have trouble working my way around it but trust me I’m trying.”

“Okay,” Hotch mumbled, deep lost within his own head. “Can you see if he’s arranged any upcoming dates on the app?”

“I can’t see any based on the messages he has on this app, but sir he could be on a lot, there’s so many dating apps and websites out there, and I have no way of knowing if he uses Sheldon Green as an identity on those as well, or if he uses another one,” she said already back to tapping away. “And by the way, all the women he has matched with look very similar to both Louise and Emma, so he definitely has a type. They were just the unlucky ones,” she said with sadness seeping clearly through the speaker

“Keep taps on the Sheldon Green profile and let us know if he starts to talk to anyone on there.”

“Aye aye captain,” she said before hanging up, leaving the room in silence once more.

“Fucking creep,” Y/N mumbled before standing up and abruptly leaving the room, an uncomfortable chill running down her back. The precinct was buzzing with phone calls and voices trying to talk over each other. Y/N was quick to move in and out through the clutter of desks and officers milling around, before she finally got outside.

The sun had set, in its place the moon was shining bright over head of her, a few stars visible from the bright lights of the big city. There were cars zooming by; fathers desperate to make it home and kiss their babies goodnight, mothers tired from an evening of soccer matches, husbands buzzing with flowers in the front seat and wives crying searching for refuge at their friends’ houses.

All so blissfully unaware of the monsters hiding out in the night. A blessing she didn’t have anymore.

She let her back rest against the cinderblock wall behind her and let her eyes drift shut for just a moment, letting her pretend she wasn’t in the midst of hunting down a monster. Pretending that she was 19 again, somewhere, still like the rest. Still so wonderfully naïve.

“You okay?” a voice pulled her from her silent reveries, and she quickly opened her eyes to see JJ, Rossi and Emily before her, all three of them with concern in their eyes.

“Oh yeah,” she brushed their concern off with a swift, dismissive wave of her hand. “Just tired.”

“Well,” Rossi started, moving forward to get a good grip on one of her shoulders, “it’s been a long day, hopefully we can all head back to the hotel soon.”

“That would be great,” Emily said as she and Rossi opened the door to the station, leaving Y/N and JJ out in the open air.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” JJ asked, leaning against the wall as well, hands folded together in front of her.

Y/N let out a deep sigh before letting her eyes fall shut again. “Penelope discovered that he uses a guy’s identity to get them to go on dates with him via dating apps,” she started to explain. “And she has no way of knowing if he uses the same identity on other dating sites, so we basically don’t have any way of getting to him.”

“But we will,” JJ encouraged softly, her hand rubbing up and down Y/N’s shoulder softly, “just like we always do.”

“You’re right,” Y/N smiled gratefully, before quickly taking her phone out of her pocket and checking the time. “If you hurry, I bet you have enough time to call Henry and Will and read a bedtime story.”

They profilers shared a small laugh before JJ took her leave and moved inside, already pulling Will’s number up on her phone.

She let herself close her eyes for the third time, feeling how exhaustion was slowly making its home in all of her limbs.

“I brought you some tea,” a voice said gently, as if careful to not startle her too much.

She peeked one of her eyes open to see Spencer standing bashfully by her side, a paper cup filled with tea in one hand, and his worn, wool blazer in the other.

“They don’t have strawberry tea, so it’s just earl grey,” he said carefully as he carefully handed it over to her, making sure she didn’t spill any in the transfer.

“Thank you, Spence,” Y/N smiled sweetly, before giving the beverage a gentle blow before taking a sip.

“And uh,” he continued, looking down at his converse that seemed to try to bury themselves in the cement beneath them, “Emily said it was pretty chilly so I thought you might like a coat, and I know that you’ve said that yours isn’t very practical for chilly nights so I thought you might like mine, but it’s totally fine if you don’t, I just didn’t want you to be cold-“ he said, his mouth running 100 miles a minute, flustered cheeks blazing under the pale moonlight.

“Spencer,” she said, laying a careful hand on his forearm, “that’s very sweet of you. I would love to borrow your jacket if that’s okay with you.”

“Of course,” he was quick to exchange the jacket in his hand for the cup in hers so that she could put on the coat. He handed her back the cup silently, letting himself loose himself in the vision of her standing under a combination of streetlight and the gentle glow of the moon, all the while wearing his coat.

“Did you get anything from the police report?” she asked gently before moving to sit on the curb, he knees up to her chest and the cup resting on one of her kneecaps.

Spencer followed, looking apprehensively at the curb before joining her by her side, with his knees in the same position but his arms wrapped around his legs and his hands clapped together in front of his shins.

“There was a witness that had said that they saw a man lurking around the street for about an hour or so in the time frame of when the van was stolen,” he explained looking at her as she took sips of the tea while looking at the passing cars. “They gave a description, so we have turned that over to Garcia.”

“That’s good,” Y/N mumbled before taking another swig of her tea.

“Are you okay?” he asked gently, scooting an inch closer to her on the dirty curb.

“Yeah,” she sighed, her eyes meeting his gentle ones, “this case is just hitting a bit close to home, I guess. No idea why though.”

“We all get those,” he said, letting his eyes rise up to look at the mighty moon.

“Thank you for bringing me a cup of tea Spence,” she mumbled, scooting an inch closer to him on the dirty curb.

“It helps you calm down,” he mumbled, eyes now no longer on the moon but rather at the shrinking space between their bodies.

“It does?” she asked, breath caught in her throat.

“Yeah,” he said, eyes flickering up to her face, “every time you drink tea you become calmer, and generally when you hold a warm cup, no matter the beverage, you pulse slows down.”

“I didn’t know that,” she said, letting her eyes flicker over his face.

Spencer just shrugged with a small smile before letting his eyes fly down to briefly take a glimpse at her lips before they went back to her eyes.

“Is that why you always bring me tea?” she inquired, letting her own eyes fly down to his lips, where his tongue is gently poking out.

“Yeah,” he laughed gently, subconsciously leaning into the heat that was radiating off of her.

She leaned into him as well, their noses barely brushing, their soft breaths mixing together, “that’s incredibly thoughtful.”

He swallowed around the lump in his throat before he dared to speak, “it’s what you do for the people you care about.”

They both leaned in closer, their noses now brushing up against one another, lips only a breath away from touching, “it’s what you do for the people you lo-“

His words were caught short from the sound of the door to the station bursting open, resulting in them pulling away from the moment in time they had created together. The team came bustling out, all of them looking mere minutes away from collapsing on the pavement from exhaustion.

“Y/L/N, Reid we’re done for the night, we all need to get some rest,” Hotch said when he noticed the two young agents sitting together on the curb.

“Oh,” they both said, hurrying to stand up and brush away any dirt from their time on the ground.

“I need to go grab my satch-“ Spencer started to say, already moving towards the door, but Derek was quick to lift up the worn satchel that he was carrying in his hand.

“Nope,” he said, turning Reid around and directing him to one of the SUVs as Emily linked her arm through Y/N’s and led her to the other one holding a bit further down.

“Nice coat,” Emily mumbled into Y/N’s ear, laughing quietly when the young agent’s ears started to turn red.

“Shut up,” Y/N said, hiding her smile behind the paper cup of lukewarm tea, as she watched Spencer pile into the black after Derek, a small smile shared between them, only for them to know about.

Her boots were clicking against the floor of the station as she made the first stop of the day at the coffee station. A few officers and detectives were there at the early morning hour, and the team was already setting up in the conference room, bracing themselves for the day to come.

She poured four packs of sugar into a cup, quickly dozing it in the hot coffee stirring it as she started to walk through the room to get to the team.

The weight of a blazer was heavy on her arm and the heat from the coffee cup warmed her entire body in the early morning hour as she discreetly opened the door and moved to take a seat next to Spencer as Hotch was talking.

“We need to go over victimology again,” Hotch started, and the team started to list all of the facts of the two victims.

“Here,” Y/N whispered softly, sliding the paper cup over to Spencer.

He averted his eyes away from where Emily was talking about the unsub having had a relationship with a woman that bore a resemblance to the victims.

“Excuse me?” he asked, his eyes drifting over her still sleepy features.

She nodded down to the paper cup between them, steam flying up and dancing between them. “Don’t worry,” she smiled at him, still keeping her voice low, “I made sure to put loads of sugar in.”

He smiled softly down at the cup, before looking up at her again with his lips pressed tightly together in a smile. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” she smiled back, finally letting the conversation between the rest of the team get her attention.

Unlike Y/N, Spencer’s attention was now nowhere near the conversation about who knows what. All he could focus on was the warmth radiating from the cup between his slender fingers and from the person sitting next to him.

He could still perfectly see her face and her sleepy morning smile as he stared down in the coffee. He could feel a smile pull at the corners of his lips as he went over the sweet interaction multiple times in his head.

An elbow to the ribs from his other side was what brought him out of his daydreams, and he lifted his head to see the entire team staring him down.

“What?” he asked, taking a sip of the steaming brew.

“Have you come further with the geo profile?” Hotch asked from where he stood by the bulletin board.

“No,” Spencer said, sitting up straighter in his chair, “I’m waiting for Garcia to look into the night where the van was stolen.”

Hotch made a sound of approval before he started to give out orders for the team. Y/N and Emily were to go join the officers in the door to door rounds along with the local officers, Morgan and Reid would go and take a look at the crime scenes and visit the morgue to see if they had missed anything and JJ, Rossi and Hotch would stay put and look through the details again.

Spencer caught the eyes of Derek over the table as they all started to move around, a teasing glint in the older agent’s eyes and a mischievous smile on his lips.

Spencer furrowed his brows in question, which only deepened when Derek nodded to the coffee in Spencer’s hand. Derek simply shook his head and laughed silently to himself as he shared a quick glance with Emily, who was sitting on the other side of Spencer. She also simply just laughed and waited for Y/N to finish the conversation she was in the midst of with JJ.

Derek was quick to walk around the table, grab Spencer around the shoulders and direct him out of the stuffy conference room and out of the station.

“Now,” Derek said as they had made it halfway through the precinct, “is there a reason why Y/N brought you, and only you, a cup of coffee?”

“Uh,” Spencer fumbled over his words as he stopped in the midst of a step at Derek’s words. “What do you mean?”

Derek simply laughed as he took a stance in front of Spencer, efficiently blocking Spencer’s only escape route. “Now don’t get me wrong, Y/N is a very sweet girl, but in the year that she’s been on the team, she has never brought a coffee for just me, if you know what I’m saying.”

“I don’t.”

“Of course not,” Derek just laughed again, and nodded his head to a thing over Spencer’s shoulder. When Spencer turned his head to look, he was met with the sight of Y/N that was still talking to JJ. “Did anything happen between the two of you last night?” Derek tried to reiterate his question when Spencer turned his eyes back to his friends after a moment off blatantly staring at Y/N.

“No,” Spencer said, brows deeply furrowed.

“Are you sure?” Derek continued, “there was nothing going on between the two of you when we went home last night? When you were sitting on the curb?”

“Oh, that,” Spencer said, a red flush covering his cheeks and ears at the fact that the rest of the team had witnessed the intimate moment that he had thought had been strictly between the two of them.

“Yeah,” Derek laughed and clapped his hand down on Spencer’s shoulder as he started to guide the younger agent out of the doors.

“She was just feeling a bit out of it, so I brought her some tea,” Spencer started, his mind running faster than his mouth could compete with, “she calms down significantly when she drinks tea, or just generally has a warm beverage in her hands. Actually a study has shown-“ Spencer started to ramble on as they got out of the precinct, the early morning sun shining down on them.

But before he could distract Derek any further, a voice called out behind them, cutting Spencer short.

“Spence!” she called as she hurried out of the double doors, with Emily tailing behind her with a smirk on her face.

“Yeah?” Spencer said and both he and Derek turned towards the other two agents.

“I uhm,” she started, slightly fumbling over her words, anxiously glancing from Reid to Morgan, who was also standing with a big smirk on his face. “I forgot to give this back to you yesterday.”

She reached her arm out between them, offering him the battered blazer. Spencer looked down at it for a minute before slowly taking it into his hand that wasn’t holding the coffee, images of her wearing it the prior evening flying through his mind.

“Right,” Spencer said, nodding his head.

“And I just wanted to,” she trailed off, quickly looking at Derek before looking back at Spencer.

Derek seemed to get the hint, because he silently made his adieu and joined Emily, who was standing and waiting by the parked SUVs.

“I wanted to thank you for yesterday,” she said, her voice light and feathery in the spring morning. “You were very sweet, and it made me feel a lot better.”

“Oh, it was no problem,” Spencer said, the blush returning to his face.

“Still,” she continues, taking a miniscule step towards him, “it meant a lot to me.”

“You’re my friend,” Spencer said softly, letting his eyes glide over her face, letting himself bask in the way the sun made her eyes gleam. “I just want you to be happy.”

“I am,” she was quick to reply, sparing a quick look over to the two older agents that were watching them like hawks.

“I’m glad,” Spencer smiled down at her, tightening his grip on the blazer in his hands.

The spring wind was ruffling his hair around, making locks fall into his eyes. Before he could let a hand run through his curls, an unfamiliar hand beat him to it.

Her hand ran gently through his hair, making the curls fall back into the righteous place. She let the hand glide down to the side of his face, holding gently onto his soft cheek. Before he could fully grasp what was happening, she was throwing her arms around his shoulders, giving him a tight squeeze. She pressed a quick kiss to the cheek she had previously been caressing, before she pulled away from his body, his arms still hanging rigidly by his sides.

“Thank you,” she whispered again, before hurrying over to Emily.

Spencer watched her walk away, eyes following her retreating form as she dragged Emily into one of the SUVs, flipping Derek the bird when he called out a comment after her that Spencer didn’t hear because of the ringing in his ears.

“Pretty boy,” Derek called out, a know-it-all look painted all over his face, as he watched the young agent standing baffled in the middle of the sidewalk. “Are you sure nothing happened?”

Spencer could still feel the ghost of her arms around his neck, could still feel the pressure of her body against his and the softness of her lips against his cheek. His ears, that were a colour of red that challenged roses, were ringing, and his eyes were firmly locked in the place she had previously been.

“Reid!” Derek called out again, a loud laugh on the verge of spilling from his lips.

“Huh?” Spencer was finally pulled out from his reveries, making him acutely aware of the fact that Derek and Emily, and potentially many others, had witnessed the small moment between the two of them.

“Nothing happened between the two of you huh?”

“Shut up,” Spencer mumbled as he quickly walked over to the car, hopelessly hoping for a silent car ride, his mind already drifting back to just a moment before.

The room was cold.

She could feel her colleagues’ eyes on her from behind the one-way mirror behind her as she leaned back in her chair.

Her heels were clicking on the floor as she tapped her foot as she kept a firm gaze on the man in front of her.

Emily was sitting beside her, flipping through a folder as she was repeating the rights to the person in front of the two of them.

“Do you understand?” she finished, and her eyes joined Y/N’s and looked at the man on the other side of the table.

The silence stretched across the room, the only sound being Y/N’s heels and Emily’s ruffling through the file.

“Do you understand your rights?” Y/N repeated, brows furrowing as she stared down the man.

He continued to stay silent, his gaze locked on where his hands were cuffed to the table. His dirty-blonde hair was a mess and the glasses on his face were slightly broken from the run-in he had had with Morgan.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Emily sighed and let the folder drop down onto the table surface.

“So, Elliott, do you know Louise Obsen?” Y/N asked, her hands folding together in her lap.

He continued to stay silent, eyes never drifting away from their safe spot as the two agents continued to stare him down.

His baby blue button-down was wrinkled and the more Y/N continued to observe him the more she thought about how un-special he was. Nothing about him was noteworthy and she wouldn’t give him a second glance if he were to pass her in the street.

A murderer hiding in plain sight.

“What about Emma Day?” Emily took over and leaned across the table to get closer to him. She slid two pictures across the table to him; the faces of the two young, beautiful women staring back at him from where he cowered within himself.

“Nothing?” Y/N asked and stood up to get rid of the restlessness that was starting to sink into her bones and started to walk around the room slowly.

“Never heard of them before,” he finally grumbled but his eyes remained downcast.

Emily and Y/N’s eyes met from across the room, both pairs of eyebrows lifting in disbelief.

“Oh really?” Emily prodded.

“Yeah,” he said slowly, and Y/N moved to stand behind him and glanced over his shoulder at the two pictures.

“That’s a shame huh,” Y/N said with her arms crossed across her chest, “they’re two very beautiful women.”

“Oh yeah,” Emily agreed as she leaned back in her chair.

“Actually,” Y/N said as if the thought had just hit her, “they kind of look like you Em.”

“Yeah,” Emily laughed a bit, “they kind of do.”

They waited for Elliott to react. From where Y/N was standing she could see the tenseness in his shoulders. His leg was bouncing up and down with a rapid pace and she was sure she could see a small bead of sweat trail down his temple.

Y/N glanced up at the one-way mirror that was behind Emily and could almost feel Spencer’s eyes catching her from the other side.

“But it doesn’t really surprise me,” Y/N continued and moved from her place behind him to lean up against the chair that she had previously been sitting on, “that you don’t know them I mean.”

“What do you mean?” he asked slowly, taking the bait just like she had hoped.

“Oh, you know,” she sighed, lifting her head up to glance at the ceiling quickly before letting them fall back to the man in front of her. “Why would two young, beautiful women know you? You’re just an engineer at a random tech company.”

“You’re right Y/N,” Emily continued and looked up at her colleague.

“Like, would you pay him any mind Emily? If he came up to you in a bar or something?”

“No,” Emily laughed loudly and glanced at the man that was slowly starting to simmer in his own anger.

“Not even entertain him for the fun of it?” Y/N continued, knowingly rubbing salt in the newly created wound.

“I have standards Y/N,” she played along, her eyes also locked on the man.

“That’s a shame,” Y/N said as she moved to sit down again, “I think you’re his type.”

From across the table the two agents could see the way he was gritting his teeth together and how his hands were wringing together in anger.

“I bet you would love nothing more than to take agent Prentiss home,” she continued slowly leaning across the table to get into his personal space. “Lure her with the promise of a good time.”

“And, when I would turn him down,” Emily started to participate and mirrored Y/N’s pose, “he would spend the rest of the night watching from afar.”

Elliott finally lifted his gaze and was met with two agents fake smiling at him from the other side of the table.

“He would wait until you were alone,” Y/N continued, making sure to maintain the eye contact that she’d finally established.

“But he wouldn’t have the guts to confront me,” Emily drawled on, fiddling with the many papers in the file.

“So he would attack you from behind,” Y/N took over, “like a coward”

“And he would put me in a car,” Emily said as she pulled out a photo of the ‘Better Builders’ van, “one that wouldn’t be able to be connected to him, because despite being a coward, he isn’t stupid.”

“Then he would take you somewhere isolated,” the other agent mumbled, letting her hands run through her hair. “Like a cabin or something.”

“Something like this?” Emily asked and pulled out another photo, this one of an isolated cabin they had been able to connect with Elliott.

“Yeah, exactly,” Y/N laughed and pushed the picture towards him. “Do you recognize this place, Elliott?”

“No,” he grumbled, eyes refusing to look at the pictures in front of him.

“Are you sure?” Emily asked, “because that cabin belonged to your father, and from what we have been able to find, said cabin now belongs to you.”

He just shook his head as Emily talked, eyes burning holes in the table beneath his hands.

“So he would take you somewhere isolated,” Y/N tried to get the conversation back on the prior path, “somewhere no one would hear you scream.”

“And then he would play around, terrorising me for God knows how long,” any kind of playfulness or teasing had left Emily’s voice and a sadness and anger had taken their place.

“And then, to finish it off,” Y/N said, her voice low and sad, “he would shoot you in the back of the head.”

“But he knows a body is too difficult to get rid of and even though the cabin is isolated the body would be found if he were to just dump it,” Emily continued, hard eyes looking at the suspect.

“So he would have to cut you up,” Y/N mumbled, “and discard the limbs and only hope that they won’t be found.”

Silence stretched across the room again. The two agents staring down the man before them. The man, who was shaking and whose face had become beat red.

“See Elliott,” Emily said, starting to collect the pictures that were laid out on the table before them, “that’s what we think you did to Louise Obsen and Emma Day.”

“And when we get a search warrant for your cabin, which is in the process, we will find something in there that confirms that you did this.” Y/N said moving to lean back in her chair. “A hair, a piece of a nail or a little drop of blood that confirms that you killed two innocent women.”

“And when that happens,” Emily continued, “you will get locked away for a long time. And trust me,” she paused and leaned in closer to him, “you won’t survive long in a federal prison.”

“But,” Y/N drawled out, “if you cooperate we could do something for you.”

He continued to stay quiet, eyes still not looking at them.

“Well,” Emily sighed and moved to stand up, Y/N following suit, “suit yourself.”

The two agents moved to walk out of the interrogation room, before a voice stopped them.

“I’ll tell you,” he said slowly, causing them to turn around and look back at him staring at the two of them. “But only you,” he stared at Emily with intent.

Y/N glanced at her co-worker and was met with a confident nod as she moved to take a seat once again.

Y/N looked back at the pair one final time before leaving the room to watch from behind the glass.

Once she stepped out into the hallway she was met with Rossi and Spencer shifting their gazes from the interrogation room to her as she closed the door behind her.

“Good work kiddo,” Rossi said, walking away from the glass and clapping her gently on the shoulder before moving past her, probably to find Hotch and inform him of Elliot being willing to cooperate.

“Thank you, sir,” Y/N mumbled as she watched him walk back into the hectic precinct.

“You did really well,” Spencer said as she moved to stand beside him and watch Elliott talk with Emily.

“Thanks Spence,” Y/N said, looking up at him as he looked down at her at the same time.

They stood there for a while, just listening to the confession that was pouring out of Elliott. From where she stood beside him Y/N could feel the heat radiating from Spencer. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his dark purple tie matched the light purple shirt perfectly.

Y/N shifted her eyes back to the interrogation but could still feel his eyes on the side of her face. As they stood side by side Y/N could feel a soft motion of a finger slowly moving across the back of her hand.

As she glanced down, she saw Spencer’s pinkie moving slowly across the plain of the back of her hand; she could feel the heat slowly spread across her face.

She slowly manoeuvred her hand around so she could rub her finger against his as well, before a loud voice forced their hands apart.

“Y/L/N,” Derek called from behind them, walking across the precinct and the two other agents turned around to see him approach them. “Rossi said that you got him to cooperate.”

“Yeah,” Y/N coughed as she cleared her throat and moved to fold her arms across her chest to try to delete the prior moment from Derek’s mind.

“How’d you do it?” he said as he moved closer to the pair and stood between Y/N and Spencer as he spied into the room with a knowing grin on his face.

“We just tried to get under his skin,” Y/N explained as she looked back into the interrogation room again and saw Emily scribbling down notes as Elliott spoke. “Showed him how much of a coward he is.”

Derek laughed and laid an arm around her shoulders and gave her arm an affectionate clap.

“Well, at least this one went pretty smoothly.”

Both Spencer and Y/N hummed their agreement, two pairs of cheeks burning from an erased moment in time.

“Garcia said that you were hungry,” Spencer said, making Y/N’s attention divert from the case file in front of her to the genius standing with a paper towel in his hand, “so I thought you would like this.”

He gently placed the paper towel on her desk, making sure that it didn’t land on one of the many files that were scattered on the desk. The paper unfolded and inside was a pear, cut up in four pieces, just waiting to be eaten.

All the while she gathered the pieces of fruit and tugged the paper towel closer to her, Spencer was standing, more like hovering over her, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. His hands were tangled together in front of his body, eyes following her every move as she started to munch on the cut-up fruit.

“Thank you, Spence,” she said, half a piece of pear already in her mouth, “this is just what I needed.”

“You’re very welcome,” he said with a big smile on his face, before he gathered a case file from his desk and bounced up the stairs to Hotch’s office.

“He’s never brought me a pear,” a voice pulled Y/N’s attention away from the now closed door, a smile ever so present on her lips as she slowly chewed on the piece of fruit.

“What?” Y/N asked, confused, turning to see Derek and Emily sitting with shit eating grins on their faces.

“Pretty boy,” Derek elaborated gesturing to Hotch’s office, “in the many years I’ve known him, he has never brought me a sliced-up pear.”

“Me neither,” Emily said as she twirled around in her chair.

“Well,” Y/N started to say, very much confused at where the direction of this conversation was going, “maybe he doesn’t know that you guys like pears.”

“I don’t think that’s why,” Derek laughed, throwing the pen he had been playing with in his hand down on his desk.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked unconsciously, reaching for another piece hidden in the paper towel.

“What are we discussing?” Penelope broke into the conversation, a happy smile on her pink painted lips.

“Nothing,” Y/N was quick to say as she turned her chair back to face her desk, in hopes of ending the conversation before it even began.

“Pretty Ricky had heard from you that dear Y/N was hungry, so he cut up a pear for her,” Derek said, and even with her back to them she could practically hear the smiles on all of their faces.

“I haven’t talked to Reid all day,” Penelope said, happiness practically radiating off of her by the news.

“You haven’t?” At this revelation Y/N was quick to turn her chair around, confusion clear on her face.

“No,” she dragged out the word, letting a giggle slip out at the end.

“Then why would he say that?” Y/N asked as she chewed on another piece, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“Because,” Emily dragged out as she got up and moved to sit on Y/N’s desk, “he needs a middleman.”

“A middleman?” Y/N asked, even more confused.

“Someone to make it seem like he wasn’t noticing that you were hungry based on your behaviour,” Derek explained, sliding his chair closer to Y/N’s desk.

“He’s a profiler,” Y/N mumbled to the rest, “if my behaviour was showing that I was hungry, why would he be embarrassed to just give me something to eat. We’re friends.”

“Actually,” Penelope piped up, finally seeing it as her time to make an input into the conversation, “giving snacks to someone is something many consider a love language.”

Y/N choked on the last piece of pear in her throat and turned around to cough down into the paper towel that was still laying on her desk. Emily laughed as she clapped her between the shoulder blades.

“Guys!” she exclaimed once she had gotten everything under control again, “he just gave me a pear. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Emily sighed as she shrugged her shoulders up to her ears as she looked down at the younger, oblivious agent. “I remember a guy saying that once the pear was an allegory for the heart.”

Silence took its place between the four agents. Three of them with giant smiles on their faces as the fourth was simply staring out in space, trying to solve a puzzle that she didn’t even know existed. Her ears were ringing from the realisation, cheeks heating under the scrutiny from the three others as her mind slowly started to fill to the brim of all of her shared moments with Spencer.

“You think he likes me?” she asked quietly, only daring to let her eyes fall on Penelope, whose face was almost splitting in half from the giant smile on her face.

“Oh, I think ‘like’,” Penelope said as she brought her hands up and made citation quotes around the word, “is an understatement.”

“He said,” Y/N started, keeping her eyes locked with Penelope’s as she started to fiddle with her hands that were resting in her lap, “He said that he knows what it’s like to love something that’s out of reach.”

The group fell silent as they took in the revelation, the three of them waiting for Y/N to continue. “Do you think he was talking about me?”

“Duh!” Penelope practically yelled, which gained the attention of the agents dutifully working around the quartet. “That boy has been in love with you since you first joined the team. And I may not be a profiler,” she continued making her way over to stand next to the chair Y/N was sitting on, “but I think that his feelings are reciprocated.”

Before Y/N had the chance to say anything, the sound of a door slamming shut brought them all out of the small moment they had created between themselves. As she looked up to the landing, she saw Spencer walking down the stairs again.

“What’s going on?” he asked curiously, letting his eyes flicker from Derek’s smirk, to Penelope’s sparkling eyes, to Emily’s suppressed grin and finally to Y/N’s wide eyes.

“Oh nothing,” Penelope was quick to say, “just talking about the upcoming weekend.”

“Oh,” Spencer said as he took a seat in his chair, and let the folder he had with him drop to the desk, “do you have any special plans Garcia?”

“Uh,” she sputtered, clearly not ready to talk herself out of her lie, “yes, I’m going to go antique shopping with Emily.”

“We are?” Emily was quick to but in, disdain clear in her voice from the mere thought of going antiquing.

“Yes! Remember we talked about it a while ago,” Penelope mumbled before dramatically gesturing to the watch hanging on the wall, “would you look at that, I have to go back to my office to do,” she dragged out the words, as the four profilers looked at her with amusement on their faces, “to do hacking things. Bye!”

And before they knew she had hurried out of their eyesight, her blonde hair bobbing up and down as she moved as fast as her heels allowed her to.

“Weird,” Spencer said, sharing a quick smile with Y/N before they all went back to their work. Or, three of them went back to their work.

Y/N spend the rest of her afternoon sifting through every interaction she had ever had with the young doctor, from the moment they had met in this very bullpen, to the first time she had made him laugh over a joke, to the time she had successfully dragged him out to celebrate a successful case with the rest of the team. In the small year they had known each other they had created so many small moments together, so many fond memories that lived in her heart.

And at some point, in the small year, Spencer had managed to worm himself into a part of her heart that she herself didn’t even know existed. Sparks flew out of her finger tips every time they gently touched him. Her heart started to beat faster every time he would smile at her or she would hear his joyous laughter. She started to get lost in the depth of his warm eyes every time they made eye contact, drowning in a sea of honey that she refused to get saved from.

And, unknown to her, she had made herself a home in Spencer’s heart. Her gentle touch seemed to light a fire in him, making him burn to the bone every time her delicate fingers grazed his skin. His smile had become more frequent, and his laughter more boisterous ever since she had joined the team; her mere presence lightening up any gloomy day.

So, there they sat the rest of the sunny afternoon; a boy and a girl so oblivious about the love that flowed so effortlessly between them. She could still taste the lingering taste of the fruit, and she swore her heart fluttered in her chest every time. He could still see the joyful look she had given him when he had handed her the folded-up paper towel, and his heart sang every time it flowed through his mind.

And without either of them noticing, the sunny day ticked by minute for minute. The bullpen had started to empty out for the day, leaving them some of the few agents left.

She could still hear Derek and Emily typing away on their monitors and have occasional chit chat, and out of the corner of her eye she could still see Hotch and Rossi in their respective offices.

As she was finishing up one of her last files, she noticed how Spencer slowly started to pack up for the day.

After a year she had learned his routine for when he would start to head home. Firstly, he would turn off his computer, secondly, he would stack all of his files into a neat pile, ready for when he came in tomorrow, thirdly he would start to pack his bag, double checking he had everything, before finally rising from his chair, putting on his coat and saying goodbye to those who stayed longer than him.

He was in the midst of the fourth step, coat being ready to be put on when they made eye contact over the divider between their desks.

He slowed his actions, taking his time to adjust the lapels on his jacket and picking up his satchel. It was as if everything that had been left unsaid by the two exploded in that moment. All of the gentle touches and the burning fires. All of the loud laughter and the timid smiles. A year worth of love combined into just a five second glance.

“Have a good night,” she said softly, eyes firmly locked with his.

“You too,” he said as he slowly walked by her desk, “see you tomorrow.”

She smiled at him, feeling all of the air leave her lungs when he smiled back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow as well genius,” Morgan called after him loudly, making Spencer walk faster out of the bullpen, and even from where Y/N was sitting, she could see the tips of his ears turn red.

“Y/N,” Emily said firmly when Spencer was out of ear shot.

“Emily,” Y/N said back, refusing to give the two cocky agents what they wanted from her.

“Go after that boy,” she said, walking over and hovering over her with her hands on her hips.

“What?” Y/N asked, still looking down at the paperwork in front of her.

“Are you kidding me? I just saw the two of you practically declaring your love for each other with just one look! And for some reason, you refuse to accept the fact that you two are in love with each other,” she said, one of her hands coming down on the younger agent’s shoulder. “Look, okay, I’m no expert at love or anything, but what the two of you have is something special. And I get it, okay. Love is scary, and with our job we see how easily our loved ones can be torn away from us, so I get it more than anyone that it’s scary to succumb to it. But, and this is just my opinion, it would be foolish to let a love like the one the two of you have go to waste.”

After her monologue Emily made her way back over to her own desk, eyes locked with Morgan, desperate to get him to help him. But before he got the chance, Y/N spoke up timidly.

“If I don’t come back will you finish my paperwork?”

“Yes,” both Emily and Derek said without hesitation, smiles spreading wider and wider when they saw the girl hurrying to grab her back and coat before quickly walking out of the office.

“Fucking finally,” Derek mumbled, letting his eyes follow the young agent out of the double glass doors.

Y/N stood by the elevator, repeatedly pressing the button in hopes of making the machine work any faster. When the doors finally opened, she was greeted by an out of breath Spencer, who looked like he had just run across the parking lot.

“Hi,” he mumbled softly, slowly stepping out of the box as she took a few steps back.

“Hi,” she said, “did you forget something?”

A moment of silence hung between them, both unsure of how to approach the inevitable conversation.

“I-“ he cleared his throat into his fist before continuing, “I don’t know.”

“Oh,” she said, feeling the burning stare of two pairs of eyes on her back.

“I,” he started, his hands hidden in his coat pockets and shoes shuffling around nervously on the floor, but she was quick to interrupt him before he could go on.

“Emily just reminded me of something,” she said, her voice small but confident. “Someone once told me that the pear was an allegory for the heart.”

At her words Spencer’s eyes widened the slightest, and a pretty blush started to paint over his cheekbones.

“That someone would be correct,” his voice was low but clear, intending to keep the conversation strictly between them.

“And you gave me a pear,” she continued, her hands wringing together in front of her. “And someone would say that means that you, in some way, gave me your heart.”

They both stared at each other, oblivious to the gathering that was happening in the bullpen behind them. Emily and Derek had now been joined by Penelope and JJ, all eyes set on the two of them, and even from their distance they could feel the tension between the two almost lovers.

“That’s one way to understand it,” he said, taking a miniscule step closer to her.

“Is it the right way?” she asked, mimicking him and tipping a millimetre closer.

“I think,” he started, letting his hands come up from his coat pockets and let them slowly intertwine with hers. “I think that I gave my heart to you a long time ago.”

“Really?” she moved closer towards him, letting her fingertips spark at the feeling of his gentle touch.

“Yeah,” he nodded, curls falling into his gentle eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” she whispered, squeezing his hands before removing them from his when he nodded his head nervously.

She let them slide up his arms before they found their place on his jaw, soft skin meeting her cold fingers. His arms found their purpose around her soft waist, giving him the opportunity to pull her in closer. She let her eyes roam his face for a second, before she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. His nose was cold against hers, his lips chapped from the colder weather, but none of it mattered. They stood no comparison to the way his hands were grasping at her waist, or the way she could feel a smile on his lips against hers.

They pulled apart slowly, both of their eyes still closed, both of them just existing in the moment they had created between them.

“I gave you my heart a long time ago too,” she whispered to him, letting her arms wrap around his neck and gave him a tight hug. “But I will be happy to give you a pear as well.”

He laughed at her comment, before he pulled her into another kiss, letting himself taste the sweet taste of pear that lingered on her lips.

“Pears cannot ripen alone. So we ripened together” - Meridel Le Sueur

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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for mermay, 12 ot4 nsfw?

Here you go! 12 was “captured.” Barclay’s design is based on a basking shark, Indrid’s on a flying fish.

They’ve done it.

The crew of the Washington has captured a live mermaid; not the remains of one, not the stories of drunk or scared sailors, but a genuine, breathing, swimming mermaid.

Joseph keeps pointing out that, technically, they’ve caught a merman. One with a smooth, almost black tail, coppery hair and beard, and a human torso that puts sculptors to shame.

Not that Josephs attention to those details is for any reason other than scientific curiosity. He, Captain Hayes, several officers, and Duck Newton, the botanist joining them for this mission, are all regarding the merman in the tank constructed for just this purpose. Their guest is pressed to the far side of the glass, watching them with frightened eyes.

The only person who looks less comfortable than him with this scenario is Duck.

“I still say there’s no reason to keep the fella cooped up in here. Look at him, he’s terrified. And I don’t buy for one second the crew was gentle when they hauled him up. He fought at all, they probably got rough with him.”

“It is a good thing, then, Mr. Newton that you are not in charge of this endeavor.” Hayes says with a disapproving glance at the scientist. Duck frowns the instant the captain looks elsewhere. Joseph is more on Duck’s side, the mans willingness to speak up when he sees something unkind one of Joseph’s favorite traits. But he’s certain there’s room for compromise between the two views; after all, that’s why he’s here.

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This is the worst day of Barclay’s life.

One minute he’s searching for urchins near shore, the next he’s being pulled towards the surface in a net. The last thing he sees under the waves is Indrid rounding the rocks, his red eyes widening in anger and sorrow as Barclay is heaved into a longboat.

Barclay wishes he could tell him it isn’t his fault; the other mer has done so much to look out for him, but you can’t stay ahead of danger forever. Instead he’s huddled in the far corner of his prison, wanting to know what’s happening but terrified of drawing the human’s attention back to him. A parade of them come and go, some pointing at him or talking in circles while looking his way. One, black haired and tall, is in the room the most, writing at a desk and pulling books from a short set of shelves. His most frequent companion is another dark-haired man, shorter and stouter who keeps glancing at the first man whenever he thinks he’s not looking, then turning away with a pink color in his cheeks.

The moon is up now, and only the tall human remains, writing by the light of a lantern. Cautiously, Barclay rises so his head is out of the water. At the splash, the human turns.

“Oh, good evening. I, um, I’m sorry for not introducing myself sooner, but I decided it would probably be less frightening if I let you come to me in your own time. I’m Joseph Stern.”

“Barclay. Uh, are, are you the one who had them catch me?”

Joseph shakes his head, “No. I’m one of two scientists aboard this vessel. Her primary goal is to find new valuable riches for trade, but a secondary one is to collect knowledge of rare and exotic creatures, so that we might broaden our understanding of the world. I specialize in animals and my colleague, Duck, is an expert in plants.”

“...That doesn’t explain why I’m here. I’m neither of those things.”

The human sighs, “I know, but most of the sailors and officers view you as an animal.”

“But not you?” He narrows his eyes, swimming backwards.

“Not at all. In all my research, I’ve found nothing to suggest merfolk are any less men than myself. The way you and I are talking now confirms that.”

“So I can go now?”

“No” he must notice the alarm in Barclay’s face because he sets his hands on the rim and the tank and adds, hurriedly, “but you’ll get to eventually. My job is to learn all I can from you, about your kind, your numbers, things like that. I’d prefer to do it in a more comfortable setting but I was, um, overruled.” He gives Barclay a reassuring smile, eyes bluer than open sea on a summer day, “You’ll be a free man in no time, I promise.”

Barclay nods, sinks back under the water, and eventually falls asleep. When wakes up at dawn, Joseph is still there, asleep in his chair. When Barclay asks if that’s how humans sleep, the man shakes his head, “No, we have beds. I just didn’t want to leave you alone your first night here, in case there was something you needed.”

His stomach growls as another human arrives with a tray of food and a pot of something that smells very, very good. He leans out of the tank, startling Joseph when he turns around.

“Oh! Um, I asked them to bring fish for your breakfast but you can try some of mine if you like. Assuming it won’t make you sick?”

“I’ve had human food before. But that’s new” he points at the pot, “Ma-, uh, the humans I know only drink tea.”

Joseph hands him the cup of what he soon learns is coffee and he sips it with a sigh; it’s bitter, but woody and dark in a way he enjoys. The human leaves, returns a few minutes later with a second cup, slides the tray within arms reach of Barclay and pulls a notebook from his desk, “Do you mind if we talk over breakfast?”

Barclay doesn’t mind at all. In fact, as the days go by he minds his captivity less and less. He and Joseph talk for hours, not only about mer society but about humans and their lives as well. About myths and stories, and a great deal about food, which Joseph brings him in abundance. Some of it gets soggy when Barclay tries to hold it, and they settle on Joseph keeping it between his fingers or in his palm while Barclay samples it. The first few times they do this the human blushes and looks away. When he finally meets Barclay’s eyes, the mer grins at him and licks his palm clean.

Joseph also takes great care to ensure Barclay isn’t bored. Barclay learns some chess and card games by watching Joseph and Duck play after dinner. In exchange he teaches Joseph how to play Five Shells High. When Joseph isn’t around, Barclay talks to Duck, and finds him good company, funny but also happy to let Barclay think in peace.

He still longs for his freedom, for the ability to dive and swim in an endless sea. However, as Joseph sits beside his tank in the evenings, reading to him and smiling whenever Barclay reaches out to toy with his hair, he’s not in much of a hurry to get home as he should be.

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Any other time, Duck would tease Joe for mooning over a merman and reading him bedtime stories. Trouble is, he’s not much better.

The night they brought Barclay aboard, Duck was halfway to bed when someone threw a crab through his open window. Peering out revealed another merman, silver haired and wary.

“Duck Newton?”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, that is a relief. I was afraid I’d alerted the wrong human to my presence.”

“You threw this into my room on purpose?”

“Indeed. I, ah, foresaw you being both sympathetic to my plight and disinclined to tell others of my being here.” He stays close to the hull, voice a lilting whisper.

“The fella we caught today a friend of yours?”

“Yes, a close one. Is he alright? I, my visions show he is safe and that the human looking after him is kind but I, I am” his red eyes look sadly down at the water, “I am worried all the same.”

Duck wants to reach out to him, stroke that moonlight hair and tell him not to worry, “Ain’t no shame in carin about a friend. He’s safe, and he won’t be stuck on this boat forever. And the man stayin with him is a decent, honorable sort.”

The mer sighs, rests his head on the side of the ship, “Thank goodness.” When he turns his face to Duck, it steals the breath from his lungs, “may I come to you again for news of him?”

Duck smiles, “Sure.”

Indrid, as the mer calls himself, comes back every night. Luckily, Joe spends his nights in the cargo room with Barclay instead of in his and Duck’s quarters, so there’s no one to witness their conversations. It’s not that the other man would react badly; as much as Duck likes him, Joe is a little too inclined to defer to authority, and might put Indrid in danger without meaning to.

Better still, when Duck is ashore searching for specimens, Indrid keeps him company. The mer swims parallel to his path in the sand, or follows him up briny tributaries to show him rare plants.

Unlike Barclay, Indrid has visible fins beside the one on his back; two he can extend from his sides. All are the same silver-blue shade that colors Duck’s dreams these days.

Tonight they’re talking at the window about Duck’s travels when Indrid goes still. Then he sinks under the waves as the door behind Duck opens.

“Mr.Newton, who are you talking to? The men said they saw a creature off the side of the ship.”

“Uhhhhhhhh”

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“I despise you.” Indrid glares over the edge of his tank.

“I said I was sorry! Ain’t my fault I can’t lie for shit.”

“No, but you could have told me about that issue before it got me imprisoned on a ship!”

“Hey, you’re the one who can see the future, you coulda warned me they were comin.”

Joseph and Barclay trade a concerned look; after an initial chirp of joy at seeing Barclay, Indrid directed all his focus to glaring at Duck while Woodbridge gave them their orders.

“Um, Indrid, right? I’m sure Duck didn’t mean for you to be caught. And we’ll both make sure you’re comfortable while you’re here.”

Indrid spares a dagger filled glance for Joseph, then swims to the side of the tank closest to Barclay’s enclosure, popping up and leaning over to his friend, the two of them trading clicks and trills. The conversation calms Indrid some. Barclay explains later that he assured his friend the stay was only temporary and, while the conditions were not ideal, the company was good.

All the same, any time Duck sits near Indrid’s tank, a silver tail splashes him with water. The botanist takes it in stride, seeming to accept it as a deserved penalty for getting Indrid trapped.

Several days later, as they’re both working, the botanist sets down his pen, stands, and sets his back against Indrid’s tank.

“Joe, gimme a hand please.”

Joseph pushes as hard as he can, and the tank scrapes across the floor.

“I can still splash you from here.”

“That’s not why I’m doin it. You and Barclay keep starin at each other all sad; seems mighty cruel to keep you where you can see each other but can’t touch.”

Indrid falls silent until they get the tanks side by side. Then he rises from the water and leans out to rub his cheek against Duck’s own with a trill of thanks. The research room is more peaceful (and much drier) after that.

Three nights later, dinner stops by the hold to see if either of the mers needs anything from him. He opens and then immediately shuts the door and backs away; he’s learned that mers are demonstrative, but heated, frantic kissing and moaning suggests something they’d rather not have him present for. Lord, why did it look like Barclay had two…

The hall is hotter than a furnace, and as he walks down it as fast as dignity will allow, Duck steps from the officers dining room. Wordlessly, Joseph grabs him and pulls him the rest of the way to their room.

“Everythin okay JoeOHfuck” Duck’s heads thuds back against the door as Joseph palms him through his trousers, “what’s gotten into you huh?”

“I, I need, I saw, um” he rests his forehead on the door, hands gripping Duck’s hips, “Barclay and Indrid making use of their rare chance at privacy.”

“Uh huh” Duck kisses along his jaw, “and here I’ve been wonderin how to get you back into my bed since that night in Port Royal, when it turns out I just need to find some mermen and pay ‘em to fuck in front of you.”

“It’s not just that” Joseph looks down at him earnestly, “it’s you too. It’s so hard to keep my hands to myself, to maintain decorum and poise and not beg for your kisses every minute we’re at work. Seeing them together snapped the rest of my control, I need release but more than that I need you.”

“Right here, darlin” Duck pulls him down into a kiss, leaves a trail of them across his face, “so show me just how much you need me.”

He thuds to his knees, the two of them tugging and tossing at clothing until Duck’s legs are bare and Joseph can bury his face between them. He loves doing this, loves feeling enveloped by the perfection that’s Duck;s body. His hands grope and circle, relishing the muscle and fat beneath his hands as Duck holds him by the hair and tells him how good it feels, how well he’s doing, the grip tightening the closer his orgasm gets, until Joseph can barely breathe from how hard he’s pressed against him.

He barely gets a chance to kiss his thigh in thanks before Duck hauls him up by his coat to kiss and spin him to the nearest bed. Black hair streaked with grey falls across green eyes as Duck grins down at him.

“My turn.”

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Barclay can’t look at Indrid without blushing; it’d been so long since they fucked and he’d forgotten just how nice it felt, how teasing and playful Indrid was as a mate. Case in point: as their kisses deepened, he whispered in Barclay’s ear that Joseph had seen them and was, as he spoke, pawing Duck in their room. Barclay moaned at the words and Indrid laughed, spread his side fins, and leapt into Barclay’s tank to lick and bite at the sensitive patch of tail that hid his cock.

“My, my dearest, it seems Joseph is skilled with his tongue as well. Perhaps if you ask nicely we will use our mouths on you at the same time.”

Indrid is currently sighing as Duck combs his hair. Barclay takes a moment to watch the scene unfold: Indrid’s made no secret of his attraction to Duck (or Joseph for that matter), and Barclay likes seeing his friend happy, likes the way Duck touches him with the tenderness he deserves but will often deny himself.

Joseph opens the door and calls, “Duck? Hayes wants to speak with us.”

The human departs and Indrid blows a kiss when his back is turned, then winks at Barclay. Barclay is about to ask if they have time to trade kisses of their own when Indrid freezes.

“Oh no.”

Indrid cocks his head and Barclay follows suit, voices reaching him from the hall.

“Captain Hayes, I must object to this plan. We can get all the information we need from my interviews with Barclay and Indrid, there’s no need to take them away from their home.”

“This is not about information, Mr. Stern. The company that funded this mission did so in the hopes that we would return with mermaids to sell. Which we have, and the two them alone will make not only the company but all of us rich men indeed.”

“Who gives a damn about riches? They ain’t fuckin treasure to be traded.”

“Mr. Newton-”

“Duck’s right, this is completely inhumane. If I’d known this was your goal, I’d never have agreed to this voyage.”

“The decision is final. And I’d advise you both to tread carefully from how you speak to me from here on; men of science or no, this is my ship, and what I say is the law.”

Indrid flicks his tail, swimming back and forth in agitation as Barclay curls his arms around himself; he doesn’t want to be taken away from home, and he certainly doesn’t want to be someone’s prized possession. Worse, Joseph doesn’t return, and so there’s no one to comfort him as he worries and Indrid sorts through unhelpful futures.

He’s half-asleep when the door opens, gasps as a hand touches his shoulder.

“Can you heave yourself out of the tank?” Joseph whispers

Barclay nods, pushes himself up, out, and then into the human’s embrace. Across from him, Duck manages to carry Indrid in his arms on the first try.

“What are you doing?”

Joseph touches his face, “I promised you that you’d get to go free. I keep my promises.”

With that they struggle out the door and up stairs, Indrid helping them determine when the coast is clear to reach the edge of the deck. He’s already dizzy, breath coming in gasps. Indrid wastes no time, launches himself into the sea with a graceful splash.

“What, what will happen to you?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Joseph smiles sadly. Barclay kisses him to the thunder of footsteps, then falls into the sea.

The last thing he hears is Duck muttering, “Well...fuck.”

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“Pirates would have at least given us a pistol.” Joseph lays on his back in the sand as Duck tosses rocks into the sea, The Washington disappearing on the horizon.

“Yeah. That’s why Hayes ain’t one; he’d have to be too damn nice.”

Joseph chuckles, “True.”

Duck’s certain this is not even remotely what was supposed to happen, and it’s certainly not what either of them expected. Flogging, being thrown in the brig, brought up on charges when they arrived home all crossed their minds. Not being marooned on a small, deserted island with only the clothes on their backs.

He doesn’t regret his choice. Joe doesn’t either. All the same, they spend a few hours on the beach bemoaning their fate or silently considering how to mitigate it. By evening, they determine it could be far worse. They’re study of the plants and animals of the region means they know what’s edible and what’s poisonous, there are fish in the shallows and a small spring hidden in the rocks and trees towards the center of the island. Duck suggests building signal fires when they can in case other ships are near, and they set up a rough lean-to as shelter from the sun. They spend the next few days figuring out how to survive, and Duck discovers just how charming Joe looks when he’s unshaven.

(His budding facial hair also leads to the discovery that Duck;s thighs are incredibly ticklish).

They’re alright for now. Duck’s just worried about how long their luck will hold.

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Joseph is making a new spear, eyeing the storm clouds on the horizon, when Duck’s voice catches his attention.

“Uh, you might not wanna wade out just yet. Looks like there’s a shark.” The other man points to a dark fin sticking slicing the water.

“That doesn’t look like-”

“AHJESUS” Duck is knocked back onto the sand by shape with silvery fins and hair. His further commentary on the matter is cut off by Indrid kissing him, tail wiggling happily as he does.

“I did not get to do that when we fled, there was no time, but oh how I wanted to.”

“Seriously, he kept saying I was smart to kiss you when I could.” Barclay’s entrance onto the beach is more graceful, using the surf to slide up the sand and settle at Joseph's feet.

“Oh yes, that reminds me” Indrid rolls off Duck, grabs Joseph’s shirt, and pulls him down into a kiss.

“Y’all hunt us down just for some kisses?” Duck scoots over to join them, draping an arm over Indrid.

“Nope. When Indrid’s visions showed us what they were gonna do to you, we knew we had to come get you. You, you’re here because you saved us-”

“It was the right thing to do” Joseph strokes the dark brown of his hair as Barclay rests his head on his stomach/

“And neither of us could stand the thought of losing you, especially not like this.”

“We would have arrived sooner, but we had to make arrangements for your rescue and get permission from the mer whose territory we’re technically in.

“Fascinating. Are there borders, or identification or-”

“All in good time” Indrid purrs, nipping his ear. He shudders down to his toes as Barclay begins kissing his hips and belly.

“Like the way you think, ‘Drid.”

“You will like how I do other things as well. Now come here” Indrid pulls Duck into his arms as Barclay crawls up Joseph’s body to kiss him properly. There’s salt on his lips, sweetness on his tongue, and Joseph sighs as he wraps his legs around the smooth, cool texture of his tail. Barclay smiles into the kiss, rolls his hips as Joseph teases his fingers up and down his sides.

“I missed you so much.” Barclay murmurs, “nights aren’t the same without you keeping me company.”

“I missed you too.” He nudges his hips up, letting the mer know he’s heading in the right direction.

“Holyfuck, you have-”

“Two, yes, is that not what humans have?” Indrid cocks his head at Duck.

Joseph hides a smile, “See, Duck, I’m not the only one who finds you irresistible.”

“That and when Indrid gets going, he gets going fast.” Barclay adds. Indrid flicks water at him with his tail.

“No kiddin. Joe, you gotta see this.” Duck climbs off Indrid, revealing two cocks protruding from the upper part of his tail. Joseph’s brain fails to supply any thoughts other than yes

Indrid preens under the attention, lazily stroking one shaft, “Are you all going to just gawk at me, or will one of you come and attend to the situation?”

“May, um, may I?” Joseph looks between the three of them, unsure whose permission he’s asking or what he’s asking it for.

“Heh, oughta tell you two that Joe needs someone to order him around in bed.” Duck smirks as he crawls through the surf to kiss Joseph’s shoulders.

“Is that so? In that case, be a good human and come ride my cock.” Indrid gestures to said cock with a flourish.

“But I was gonna go down on him.” Barclay mock pouts.

“We can do both at once. If he will hurry up and get his trousers off. Honestly, why do humans insist on so much clothing?”

“Because our dicks don’t stay nice and hidden until we need ‘em.” Duck disrobes along with Joseph.

Red eyes rove across Duck hungrily, “I see. A lovely sight all the same. Now Joseph, come face away from me.”

He straddles Indrid’s hips on shaking knees, warm sand the perfect counterpoint to cool scales.

“Do not worry about taking both, my foresight suggests it will be too much right now. AHhnnn yes” he wriggles when Joseph strokes the shaft, bringing it into position.

“The ridges are intriguing.” They also feel incredible on his hand, and he rushes to feel them inside him.

“Do humans not have those either? Honestly, what do you haveAHahhhoh, oh nevermind, oh you’re so tight and warm, oh this is wonderful, Barclay, you have to try this.” The ridged cock bumps and thrusts into him, and Joseph tips his head back to moan.

“I will. Got other things to do right now.” Barclay lays along Indrid’s tail, kissing both it and Joseph's legs before closing his lips around Joseph’s swollen cock.

“Lord, ohlord that’s good, Barclay, Indrid, fuckplease.”

“Please what, Joseph?” Indrid thrusts more roughly.

“Just please, please don’t stop, it’s incredible, you both are.” His mind is going blank, his whole being thrumming with a singular desire; to be good, to filled and used and wanted.

“Fuck, Joe” Duck paints kisses along his back and shoulder, “you look damn good like this, takin it two ways at once.”

He pets Duck’s thigh, kisses him messily “You, someone should take care of you.”

“Yes they should” Indrid “come, sweet one, let me show you what I can do with my tongue.”

“Hell yeah” Duck scrambles away, and a moment later his moans fill the air, underscored by Indrid’s pleased laughter.

Barclay hums, making Joseph jolt and squirm. The merman pulls back, winks at him, then drags his tongue along the cock not buried to the hilt in the human.

“MMMPHHmmmmmm” Indrid’s garbled shout of delight makes the other three laugh.

“Jesusfuck, Barclay can you do that again, his mouth gets even better when you do.”

Barclay obliges and another moaning trill washes over the beach.

“God, it’s so fucking hot, watching him fuck you, wanna see it everyday” Barclay dives back down and soon Joseph’s orgasm crashes into him, his whole body twitching as pleasure overwhelms his nerves. Behind him, Duck lets out the singularly charming groan he always makes when he cums. Indrid is close behind him, spilling sticky and cool inside Joseph and across his thighs and Barclays chest. The other mer growls, roughly pulling Joseph off or Indrid and into the sand with him, the particles burning his knees as the merman grinds him roughly back and forth across his cock, not pushing in but not needing to, cumming in a few short seconds with a howl of ecstasy.

They rearrange themselves, panting, so the mers are mostly in the surf and the humans mostly on the sand, he and Duck pulling their clothes back on to avoid sunburns in the worst possible places.

“That was exquisite” Indrid sighs, resting between the humans with his silver tail draped across Barclay’s dark one.

“No kiddin.”

“And we finished not a moment too soon.” Indrid points out to sea.

Rounding the side of the island is a small sailing boat bearing the words Amnesty.

“Man, I cannot wait to get us all home” Barclay smiles, kissing Joseph’s hand.

The human leans down and kisses him back, “Me neither.”

#OT4: Government Men and Their Cryptid Boyfriends #Indruck #agent stern/barclay #duck newton/agent stern #trans agent stern #trans duck newton #mermay fills #mermay

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fandomlurker · 3 years

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A Ponderous Rewatch: Jockey For Position

Now that we’re done with that long cameo, it’s time for our feature presentation for tonight, and it’s a doozy!:

We open with Pinky frantically running on a spinning globe while Brain stands above him on the…globe holder? I don’t know if that part has a name or not.

“[winded gasps] Can I stop now, Brain?”

“Not until I finish my demonstration.”

Brain, that’s just… Well I was about to say it was mean, but given that Pinky understands the details of his plans better when Brain demonstrates it or draws elaborate diagrams, maybe it’s for the best? I doubt Brain could make that large globe spin just by using his hands, and Pinky’s been seen a lot of times running on the mouse wheel in their cage so he’s gotta be pretty in shape. Still, it feels like Pinky’s been running for a lot longer than he needed to…

You know what? I change my mind. It is a bit mean, Brain.

“When I build my reverse geotropic arrestor, Pinky, and throw it from the North Pole like this…”

The word “geotropic” doesn’t quite sound right. I wonder…

…Okay, yeah, Brain’s getting worse at naming things.

“…In a matter of seconds the cable will become taut, gravity will cease, and everyone will fly off the face of the Earth!”

Oh my GOD, Brain. This has got to be the stupidest plan you have come up with yet! Nothing about this will work.

Well, there goes poor Pinky.

“Leaving us alone to assume control.”

It’s still “us”, huh? Noted.

Long Pinky.

“Egad, Brain, brilliant! Haha hehe heh—!”

Pinky, sweetheart, I know praising Brain is kind of your thing but this is one time I’m going to have to call you out on your bias because this is super not brilliant and I’m actually a little worried for Brain’s mental state.

“—Oh wait, no, no. What’s going to keep us from flying off the Earth?”

That’s one flaw of many, Pinky, but I guess it’s as good a start as any.

“We will duct tape ourselves to a tree.”

Because the tree will totally stay in the ground when the Earth abruptly stops spinning. Not that it will stop spinning, because none of this makes any sense.

Brain, did this idea come from, like, a dream you had or something? Is that why the plan is working on dream logic?

I know this is a comedy cartoon and this is all a joke but sometimes Brain’s plans are so fucking out-there I just have to roast him for it.

“Unfortunately we still need to raise money to buy a one billion ton magnet. But I have a solution!”

Oh boy, can’t wait to hear the solution to this one. It’s gonna be stellar if the whole plan today is anything to go by.

Oh nice, Brain’s the one sewing for a change! Usually this is Pinky’s area of expertise, but it’s always nice to see that Brain can do some classically domestic things too.

“Tomorrow is the running of the Kentucky Derby. Do you know what that is?”

Most of my knowledge on it comes from “My Brother, My Brother, and Me” goofs, so my mind keeps autocorrecting it to “Kenfucky Derby”, but go on.

“Umm… Oh! A very large hat?”

“Promise me something, Pinky. Never breed.”

“I’ll try.”

Well, that’s going to come back to haunt them.

“The Kentucky Derby is the biggest horse race of the year. There’s a one million dollar purse going to the jockey riding the winning horse.”

“And I am going to win that purse!”

Okay, first off: Pinky, are you just going to stand there and stare at Brain as he gets changed? Like, I understand they’re naked normally and this is the exact opposite of stripping but umm…

Secondly: Brain, did you really have to get that up close to tell Pinky this? You two are making this too easy for me.

“Zort, Brain! A million dollar purse?!? Ooooh!~ You’re going to need matching pumps and earrings for that!”

Pinky’s got his priorities in order.

“Focus, Pinky, focus!”

“Now watch.”

And now Brain’s ordering Pinky to watch him dress and I just…I have no words. This is all so suspect. Why do you two even need a dressing screen if you’re usually naked anyway? And it shouldn’t matter if anyone sees you get dressed unless this is some weird reverse nudity taboo you two have developed and if that’s the case, why are you allowing Pinky to watch? And if it’s for a dramatic reveal WHY ARE YOU ORDERING HIM TO WATCH YOU CHANGE???

This episode is already so goddamn wild.

I am really not sure how I feel about that pan-up of Brain when he’s thrust his pelvis forward. At least the outfit is cute, though.

“Narf! Oh, Brain, I get it! You’re a beautiful lawn ornament!”

“Beautiful”, huh? Also noted.

“Look at me, narf, I’m a pink flamingo! Ahahaheh!”

Oh LORD, Pinky, how are you—?!?

“I’m a cement deer! Ah hah!”

PINKY, STOP, YOU’RE SCARING ME! D:

“Oh, I’m one of the seven dwarves, Brain!”

That’s more acceptable but Pinky, sweetie, warn me if you’re going to nightmarishly shapeshift again, okay?!

I guess we can add that to the list of random abilities Pinky has.

“Stop it, Pinky, or I shall have to hurt you.”

You are much calmer about this than I would be if this happened in front of me, Brain.

“Oh. Right-o, Brain. Narf.”

“Now let us make haste, for we have much to do before the race begins.”

“Poit.”

So then we cut to Churchill Downs, and I can only assume another roadtrip adventure was had off-screen.

“First, Pinky, we must visit the stables.”

“Inside, we will find the winning horse.”

“Err… How are we gonna do that, Brain?”

“The racing form, Pinky.”

My bet’s on... [squints] hLUUNO the horse.

“By analysing the velocity-based pace line, mile turf win and bayer speed figures, we’ll find a grade one stakes claimer who’ll give us a key horse situation.”

“Key Horse Situation” would be a great band name. Also, whoops, little bit of an error on the name plaques, background artists.

What do your mouse eyes see, Pinky?

“Err, can’t we just ride the pretty one?”

SHE!

So here she is, one of the few characters debuting in the Animaniacs run that will matter to PatB lore going forward aside from our main duo.

A fun fact for you all: Phar Fignewton’s name is a triple reference joke. “Phar Lap” was a champion thoroughbred race horse in the late 1920s and early 1930s. Fig Newtons are small pastries filled with fig paste. Lastly, “Fahrvergnügen” was a slogan for Volkswagon starting in 1990. Translated, it means “driving enjoyment”.

Phar Fignewton makes a whinnying noise and ends it off with a goofy laugh.

Brain is not impressed.

“Heavens, they’re multiplying…”

Pinky is instantly smitten with her.

BONK!

“This is a business trip, Pinky!”

“Oh. Right. Sorry, Brain.”

“Here is our horse.”

“’Daddy’s Little Angel’…”

I guess it’s an ironic nickname.

“Pinky… Are you pondering what I’m pondering?”

“Whu… I think so, Brain, isn’t Regis Philbin already married?”

…

Now I’m wondering if Pinky is suggesting that one of them marry Regis or if he’s suggesting that Regis marries the horse. Either way, what the fuck?

Yeah, same.

“The race, Pinky. By combining the statistics and my low body weight, this horse cannot lose! The prize money will be ours!”

GAH! Brain, I’ve had enough minor heart attacks from this episode because of Pinky’s eldritch morphing ability, I don’t need another one of your bizarre close-ups to do the same!

“Now I must take the place of the real jockey.”

“Hello?”

“Is this the Jockey who’s going to ride ‘Daddy’s Little Angel’?”

“Yeah.”

“This is Ed Mcmahon from Publisher’s Smearing House. You’ve just won ten million dollars.”

Pinky delightedly and silently listening in and chuckling in the back is precious.

And honestly, Brain, I don’t know why you’re crouching here, but it’s also cute.

“I won ten million dollars… I WON TEN MILLION DOLLARS! I am outta here! Later!”

The mice are lucky that he’s so excited about winning all that money that he forgets to do basic things like ask when and how he’ll get the money.

“Louie! Louie!”

“Later!”

“Who’s gonna ride my horse? I mean, Louie is the smallest, lightest jockey in the entire world!”

Did you know that there’s a weight requirement for jockeys, but no height requirement?

“Not anymore!”

“[GASP]”

Whoops, I just noticed another error, though it’s minor: Brain’s jockey outfit throughout this scene is light tan and purple instead of the pea green and purple that it’s supposed to be.

“You’re a jockey?!”

“Actually, I am a mouse in the early stages of an elaborate scheme to take over the world.”

The more this happens, the more I’m starting to think that Brain does this shtick on purpose to emotionally and mentally disarm people who would otherwise suspect that he’s not human. The fact that it works shows you just how idiotic the human beings of this world are.

“Well, fine, we all need a hobby but…will you ride my horse?”

Oh, sir, I think it’s much more than a hobby at this point. If only you knew…

“I shall ride! And win!”

His design is a little odd here, but it’s still a good pose.

So Brain next has to be weighed to make sure he meets the requirements.

“Saddle: Seven pounds. Saddle and rider: Seven pounds 3 ounces.”

So if you can recall from the previous rewatch post, a house mouse on average weighs 19g, and a common wood mouse weighs 23g (it can be up for debate which type of mouse Brain is). Converting Brain’s 3 ounces of weight to grams would result in him weighing 85.0486g.

Brain does have a bit of a cute little potbelly thing going on, but he’s also consistently much smaller in height and width than the average adult mouse in the series. I think the incredible difference in weight is mostly coming from the heft of Brain’s, well, brain and skull…and the muscle mass packed into that tiny body to help keep him upright.

“A genetically perfect jockey! This is fantastic!”

Please don’t phrase it like that.

“…Let’s look into early retirement.”

That jockey on the left is going through some shit, man. He looks like how I feel after working an eight hour shift on the holidays.

And so we skip to the beginning of the race!

That poor, poor jockey…who changed colour schemes for some reason.

There’s Phar Fignewton with a jockey who honestly looks like he’s high.

And here’s our little mousey fella, who has somehow managed to make this aggressive horse obedient.

“Camptown race is five miles long, do-dah, do-dah.~”

He’s so happy he’s singing to himself! This is honestly so precious that I completely forgive him for not getting the lyrics correct.

Coincidentally, Daddy’s Little Angel is positioned next to Phar Fignewton.

“Ooh, isn’t this exciting, Brain?”

Uh oh.

“Pinky, what are you doing here? Your weight will disrupt my winning calculations!”

I don’t know if it’d be that off, Brain. The combined weight of two mice is still much less than that of a human jockey.

“But Brain, it’s too exciting! I—“

[TARGET LOCKED]

“Oooh! Heh. Hello.~”

I think I’m going to save my thoughts on this whole…thing until the end. Right now I will say, however, that I wasn’t quite expecting the tongue-hanging-out-of-gaping-mouth lovestruck/horny??? reaction.

“Pinky, the race is starting!”

Too late, Brain.

And we’re off!

Bye, Pinky.

“There’s baloney in our slacks…~”

Pfft.

So as the race goes on, we get to know a few more of the horses’ names: Isle of Yap (a nice callback to the first PatB short), Flamiel (which is apparently the WB writers’ favourite word?), and Leggo-my-Egoiste (a double reference to an old Eggo slogan and the name of a cologne).

The other jockeys are more than a little surprised by Brain and his steed taking the lead early in the race.

Phar Fignewton is trailing way behind.

Meanwhile, Pinky’s woken up from fainting, seeing the oncoming horses—

--and promptly freaks out and stumbles back down again.

“Victory, she waits for me! Oh, the do-dah-day!”

You really have to stop tempting fate like this, Brain.

Phar Fignewton’s very tired, but what’s this?

Is that…Pinky in harm’s way?

ThePowerOfLove.mp3

Determined and fueled by her inexplicable crush, Phar Fignewton starts gaining ground on the other horses.

Brain didn’t calculate for this!

…Oh! Hi, Warners! Looks like they’re cheering Phar on.

“Oh no! Yah! Yah! Yah!”

I didn’t think whips were allowed in races like the Kentucky Derby, but apparently they are. Their use was only restricted—not banned—in the summer of 2020, which is alarming to say the least.

On a different note, I know some of you folks are now jotting down the fact that Brain knows how to use a whip. I see you.

She makes the save!

And she also wins the race! Way to go, Phar Fignewton!

“In the words of the great Willie Shoemaker: ‘Nuts!’”

It was a good try, Brain, but honestly I’m glad you failed this time if only so that you wouldn’t embarrass yourself with your actual world domination plan’s failure later. Maybe take a couple nights off to rest up a bit and formulate plans that aren’t totally bonkers, hmm?

I might as well go ahead and talk about this now. I…am conflicted on this whole Phar Fignewton thing. It makes for a very strange one-off joke about Pinky instantly falling in love with a distaff counterpart of his that’s a horse for whatever reason…but the fact that she’s not a one-off character is baffling in and of itself. Like I’ve said before, she’s mentioned a couple of times going forward as being Pinky’s girlfriend, or as a bizarre joke at Pinky’s expense about him being in/having been in a relationship with a horse. There’s even a small running gag about Pinky’s reaction to people’s disgust about it: “People can be so intolerant!”. I don’t know if the joke is supposed to be one about racial segregation or a wink and nod to queer folks in the only way that the writers could get away with in a cartoon at the time (in a “see, Pinky’s down for a relationship with anyone, even outside of his species!” type of way).

Phar Fignewton herself is a sweetie but besides that she has no personality to speak of and we’re just meant to assume based on physical appearance that she is equivalent to Pinky. And like, she hasn’t been uplifted to human levels of intelligence and sapience like Pinky has because of Acme Labs, but she seems to be naturally sapient for some unknown reason and just simply unable to speak English.

On top of all this, the relationship is very shallow and the only reason we’re given as to why Pinky likes her is because he finds her pretty. It’s perfectly in character for Pinky to easily fall in love, as he does so with other animals a couple more times in the spin-offs, but it just feels weird that this is the one that sticks around purely to become a running gag that gets mentions that are sometimes literal years apart from one another.

And listen, I know the writers most likely made this a thing just because they thought it was a funny joke and a few of them managed to remember about Phar and would use Pinky dating her as a gag. I know this. But it doesn’t make it any less confusing and weird. I remember the jokes about Pinky and horses from way back when I first watched Animaniacs and the PatB spin-off when I was a kid and I never had any context for it because I don’t think I ever saw this specific episode. Coming back as an adult and seeing all these episodes in order and watching this one in particular and finding out the context is “Pinky thinks a horse is pretty and the horse and him are in love and long-distance dating now” is both underwhelming and leaves me with more questions than answers.

…Also, if my earlier theories on why the writers made this joke are correct, does this mean Phar Fignewton is metatextually a beard for Pinky?

I just don’t know, folks. You’re welcome to leave your thoughts on this in comments.

Let’s wrap this up.

So as we can see, Brain is, as usual, back to work on another plan that involves—

—a goddamn cannon, holy shit! What is he using the glue for? That’s a little ominous, given what’s been involved in this episode.

There’s a hammering noise in the background and we see Pinky putting up a photo of Phar Fignewton.

“Pinky, will you please stop that? I’m trying to concentrate on tomorrow night!”

Wow, you’re more irritable than usual, Brain. I didn’t think some delicate hammering would annoy you that much.

“Mwah!~”

…Despite my ramblings earlier, that’s very cute of you, Pinky. I’m sure you could’ve gotten a better photo, though.

“Why, Brain, what’re we gonna do tomorrow night?”

Try to take over the world, of course! Right, Brain?

“Guess.”

…

Umm, wow. That’s a first. You look like you’re absolutely enraged, Brain. All this over some hammering sounds?

This had me taken aback a bit when I watched it the first time, not gonna lie. We’ve seen Brain after a plan’s failure plenty of times before. He’s been frustrated, sure. Humiliated at times, or maybe he just sighs in resignation and walks off into the sunset. It always ends with him simply using these feelings to fuel the fire in him to do better tomorrow night.

This is the very first time we’ve seen him jumpy and irritated at the most minor of things and so angry that he literally refuses to participate normally in his and Pinky’s shared catchphrase. And this was for a plan that was just to fund the real plan! So why is this time any different?

Oh.

OH.

Okay, that’s… That makes a lot of sense, actually. Damn.

Hey, fanfic writers? Ya’ll ever use this as the very first time Brain experiences romantic jealousy? Let me know.

“Oh yeah, try to take over the world. Right.”

I think even Pinky’s put off by this development, if his hesitant and quiet finishing of the saying is anything to go by.

And that’s what we end off with.

All in all, this episode is a wild ride of strangeness in small moments and bizarre additions to lore and ends on the first subversion of the long-running closing gag of the series. It’s not exactly a great episode, but that ending is intriguing enough for one of the main purposes of this rewatch. In short, I’m just baffled.

Luckily the next episode is much better. Next time, the mice head on down to Tennessee to seek world domination via country music.

See you then!

#Pinky and the Brain #PatB #Jockey For Position

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pettyprocrastination · 4 years

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Rip Out Our Seams and Stitch Us Together

Chapter One Word count: 1.9k Warnings: Uhhh brief talk of race, some language. Chapter summary: You’re a seamstress in dc, with a tiny but successful shop run by your and your spunky cashier. Today you get a visitor that is far out of your usual demographic.

tag list: @captainsamwlsn @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa @readsalot73 @zeldasayer

(yes that’s a marilyn monroe pic she’s a major look for Valerie alright.)

Many believed that the eyes were the window to the soul, your father disagreed with that. He believed the truth of somebody's character was in their hands.

“Shows a lot about them, little bee.” your father showed his own hands to you, wrinkled and scarred with tiny nics from years of work as a tailor. You were nine at the time, just last week you had completed your first sundress! You spent your afternoons after school in the shop with your father, doing whatever he asked. “-If they're a hard worker or if they don’t do anything at all. These little fellas will show you just that.” He wiggled his fingers at you before poking at your stomach, causing you to burst into a fit of giggles.

Twenty five years later and his words still ring true. When you first meet somebody, you don’t look at their clothes, or their smile, or even their eyes. You look for their character in their hands.

So the moment the tiny bell rang at your shop door, your eyes were taken away from the pinned gown in front of you and towards the lithe fingers wrapped around the door handle.

Manicured nails painted a deep red, fingers daintily curled, skin unscarred and void of all blemishes. Absolutely perfect.

Who would expect any less of Maxwell Lord’s wife?

Your only other employee, Cassandra, a sweet sixteen year old girl you hired to watch the register and sweep floors, squeaked.

“Hello,” She lifted the sunglasses from her face and set them utop her blonde curls. Her eyes zeroed in on you with an analytical gaze. In comparison to her floor length fur coat and satin blouse, you suddenly felt flushed in your ripped trousers and patterned button up. “Are you the owner?” She put such infliction on each word you couldn’t tell if she was judging your store or the fact that you owned it.

Either way you felt like you were supposed to be offended.

“That I am.”

She slid her coat off, looking at your coat rack with a wrinkled nose before finally setting it on the hook. She walked around your store, taking in the little knick-knacks that lined the counter and the racks of clothing with a judgmental eye.

Her eyes flicked to Cassandra, who still stood behind the register with her jaw dropped open.

Mrs.Lord smiled and tapped the underside of her chin and she snapped her mouth shut.

“You made all of these yourself?” Her voice was smooth like silk, but had a sharp edge to it. You felt as if you were waiting to embarrass yourself in front of her. She took a white sundress into her hands, feeling the fabric between her fingers.

“Most of them.” You answered. She froze and raised a sculpted brow.

“Most?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Some of these are thrift store finds, just altered and restyled.” Her ruby lips bent into a frown, glaring at the dress she held with disappointment.

“That one is an original though.”

She stared at the dress for a moment, face scrunched up in thought before she regained her cool composure and tossed it to you over her shoulder, which landed on your face. “Be a dear and hold that for me, would you?”

You didn’t get a chance to answer. By the time you lifted the lace that obscure your vision, she was already looking at another dress. You followed behind her.

Why the hell not? You thought to yourself as she handed you a satin blouse. You didn’t have any other customers at the moment, and you aren't being met with for a design consultation for another three hours.

Besides, how often is it that Valerie fucking Lord walks into your store like a frequent customer?

She continued to walk around your store, red heels echoing throughout as she stopped at certain dresses and tops (mostly those of silk or lace) to admire them, before either adding them to the growing pile in your arms, or setting them back on the rack with a sour look. The entire time she did, you wondered what it was that drew in her to your tiny shop.

The woman before you had been a big deal since she was born. Before she was Valerie Lord, she was Valerie Ackkerman. Her father had been a Hollywood director in the fifties who married an up and coming actress hot to the scene. The couple dominated the big screen and became a loved pair to America, that is until her mother got a baby bump, got demoted to supporting roles for the rest of her career, and her father continued to go on and make films many to this day still consider iconic.

You considered most of them to be a racist and misogynist, but you suppose they were simply a product of their time.

And a shitty director.

Valerie Ackkerman became Dr.Ackkerman, psychiatrist with multiple books surrounding a vast majority of subjects that can affect one’s mental state. Such as greed, fame, and the lack of proper paternal figures to shape your childhood.

Which made her choice in marriage all the more ironic.

Maxwell Lord the fourth was a man as American as apple pie and the corporate greed that came as a table side. He’d taken over his father’s company at the ripe age of sixteen at his passing, having been groomed for the position since he was a child.

Maxwell Lord was known as a ruthless tycoon, a tech mogul who will smile wide in his commercials before making a grown man cry in his boardroom. His wife was just as feared as him and seeing her before you now, you perfectly understood why. She was prettier than sin itself and just as rich. Which begged the question…

Why in God’s name was she in your shop?

“How long have you been sewing?” A floor length skirt with a slit up the leg was tossed in your arms.

“Since I can remember.” Her fingers ghosted along the hangers before plucking a pink slip dress off the rack and holding it up against her body. “My father was a tailor. He taught me everything he knew.” She turned to the mirror on the other side of the room and looked at her reflection while smoothing out the fabric of the dress. “When he passed away I took over the shop, but I basically ran it already.”

She chuckled, shaking her head as if your father's death had tickled her so. “Sounds like somebody I know.” Mrs. Lord turned to you, the dress pressed against her body. “Thoughts?”

Your eyes roamed over her body as you tried to form sentences, but nothing came out in fear of saying the wrong thing in front of a woman so powerful, she could burn your shop to the ground with a single call to her husband.

Beautiful. You wanted to say. And terrifying.

“It suits you.”

She turned back to the mirror, her eyes focused on your reflection instead of her own. She tilted her head to the side and hummed. You felt like you were on display, being examined, picked apart and analyzed by the prettiest blue eyes you've ever seen in your life.

“I know.”

When she walked past you to the register and you got a waft of her perfume, something sharp and citrusy, most likely belonging to a brand you wouldn’t dream of wearing.

Cassandra rang her up in silence, nervously looking up from each item to the woman standing in front of her. Her hands trembled so bad you could see the fabric shake when she picked them up.

You would have taken over for her, but you were trying to ignore the burning sensation in your face at her judgmental gaze. You’d seen it all before, from women like her. Rich, white, beautiful, and privileged as all hell. You knew the way her eyes scanned your clothes, critiquing your curls, the cut of your jeans and the pattern of your button up that lay partially open against your chest.

You wish you could say you were sick of it. But mostly? You just didn’t give a shit.

Cassandra’s shaking hands dropped the bag into the floor before it reached Valarie’s, she looked about ready to cry before you stepped in.

“Oh god I’m so-”

“It’s fine Cassie.” Her red lips snapped shut at your interjection and blase tone.

You swiped the plastic bag and held it out to the woman with a neutral face.“Eighty-nine fifty.” You told her. She looked at you as if you had grown a second head.

She must not be used to being treated like something other than royalty.

But that look was replaced by a coy smile. She took the plastic bag full of clothes from your hands and handed you a thick wad of cash that was well over the amount she owed. Red, manicured nails trailing down your palm as she did.

You suppressed a shudder.

“You know-” She took the lace sundress out of her bag, thumb trailing along the seam. “-Your work is on par with some of the brands I wear.” You weren’t sure why the sight of her stroking something you made felt so damn intimate, but you felt like you needed to look away as if you were interrupting something.“-Maybe even better than them.”

Christ, you needed to get out more.

“Well yeah.” You shrugged matter of factly and crossed your arms. “That’s because I’m driven by artist integrity. Not making some shoddy dress and slapping a fancy brand on it, in hopes that some trust fund baby will wear it to her next yacht party.”

The moment those words left your lips you realized you had said them to the wealthiest customer you ever had.

Who laughed.

Cassandra went pale as a sheet while you spoke, looking between you and the woman worth more than your entire store like she expected an explosion.

Mrs. Lord smiled at you. “We’ll you're right about that. I have to agree.” Her hands ran down the side of the dress and stopped when she felt a fold in the white fabric. “Are these-”

“Pockets?” You grinned, like it was your greatest achievement. Honestly? It kind of was. “Sure are. Decently sized ones too, can fit your whole hand in and everything.” To prove your point, the heiress stuck her entire hand into the pocket and wiggled it with a laugh.

“There’s still more room in it!” She sounded so in awe and excited, it reminded you of a child on Christmas.

Her joy was infectious.

“Every dress I make has pockets, it’s sort of like my signature.”

“Every dress?”

You drew an X over your heart. “Stitches guarantee.”

Mrs. Lord grinned. “You're certainly one of a kind miss...”

You told her your name, and she repeated it back. The way she said it made it sound like the brand name of a thousand dollar purse.

“But you can call me stitches.” You said simply. “Everybody does.”

Cassandra looked at you with wide eyes, shocked that you went from accidentally insulting her to being chummy enough to share the silly nickname you got from customers.

“Do they now?” She walked to the coat rack and slipped her jacket on. “Well tell me this, Stitches-” Mrs.Lord took the glasses off the top of her head and slid them over her eyes. “Do you do commission work?”

You blinked for a moment. “Well I do, but-”

She squealed and clapped her hands. “Oh perfect! We’ll be in touch then.”

“Wait-” You faltered, trying to run from behind the counter after her, but all you succeeded in doing was banging your hip against the corner. “Fuck! Who’s we?”

“Oh don’t you worry about that.” She opened the door and looked over her shoulder. “One more thing though, do you make suits as well?”

A/n:SHE’S HERE BABY WOOOOO. Iv’e been talking headcanons with @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa for like a week and a half now about this bad boy and im so excited to get the ball rolling! I love max and i love poly ships so HERE WE ARE Valerie lord owns my ass yall. Anyways please don’t feel shy to send me messages about these babes, asks, critiques or just come say hello! Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list, i hope you all have a good and safe day <3

#maxwell lord #maxwell lord x reader #Maxwell Lord x Valarie Lord x reader #ww1984 #Pedro Pascal #x reader #imagine #ROOSASUT #Stitches

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pj-nothingmorethanwhirlwind · 3 years

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2. A HERO OF EVERY RANDOM GIRL

One long while later, Julia sat in a train, stuck between her own backpack, the ancient rusty bike frame and the not so ancient Dave.

She was thirsty, sweaty, probably smelled worse than she could imagine (which wasn't a compliment at all), exhausted and a little bit annoyed but still in somehow good mood. There were only nine of them left now, sitting in a train from Redding to Portland, including herself, Dave, both Jack's, a way-too-sweet-and-cheesy couple, and three other guys. The rest of the great group she had met in the inn said their goodbyes to the most of their members on a way to Redding, making Julia stand by and watch everyone saying their hurried seeyousoooon's, patting each others shoulders and giving friendly, firm hugs and handshakes for nearly half an hour. As Julia stood by and later, when she remembered the small details over their long, boring train ride, she couldn't think of one person she had known back home she could possibly might want to give a hug and promise she'll see them soon somewhen again, let alone someone from America. Dave, whom she knew for a day was at that time probably one of the people who got the closest to her, which speaks for itself.

She was getting too lost in her own thoughts when Jack brought her back to reality with his rather loud, drunken exclamation:

"Fuck man, my woman better be there, 'cause I ain't..-" he hiccupped, gave a though to the possibility the sound might have come from someone else, abandoned the thought and finally found out he had no idea where he left off.

"We know, darling boy," Dave interrupted, "you got no more patience with these stinky trains, and stinky bikes with fuckin' leather seats that get all sucked to your ass when you try to sit on them for a while, and stinky.. well, I guess I made my point. We've already heard all that, man. Maybe calm down."

Dave watched him for a while with a clearly exhausted look on his face, then turned to Julia and shrugged his shoulders.

"He's just tired, as we all are," she pointed out.

Dave nodded, then leaned closer to her, if it even was physically achievable.

"Irons told me earlier today we'll have to head up to Seattle pretty soon."

Julia waited for some other information to follow, then urged him with a little nudge.

"We'll take a detour from Portland, to drive some fellas back to where they belong, and then return these stinky bikes to their rightful owner."

"Why do you have them anyway?"

"You know, it hasn't come to that yet. Or, it has, I just wasn't there when it happened, so I don't have all the information," Dave trailed off, then remembered what he was saying, "you see, it should work like that: When the guy who check's the tickets comes, we ain't got any tickets, so he'll-"

"-WE DON'T NEED NO TICKETS!"

Julia and Dave both turned just in time to see Jack Irons gesture wildly to a small, old lady who seemed to be just the person they were talking about.

"We're here on bikes. We got these unlimited tickets for train rides. For one month. With bikes. Yes, we payed for them on the train station. There's the price down there. Yes, there really is such option."

The lady didn't seem to comprehend what he was saying, so he tried again.

"See these bikes? We got a ticket, which we bought and paid for at the train station, that allows us to travel, for one month straight, whichever train we choose, as if we had bought the ticket for exactly this train. It was an offer for bikers and hitch hikers and god knows who else. Yes lady, we I got the ticket right there," Jack explained.

The poor lady finally resigned and made her way to the next couple of passengers. Jack turned to us, held his thumbs up and grinned.

"Yeah, that's what I was saying, right there, " Dave added matter-of-factly. Julia chuckled a bit, giving the leather seat a friendly pat. She thought of the lady telling the story to her daughter, waving with her hands all around and wearing an outraged and somewhat still confused expression. She envied the lady for knowing where she was going, and she envied Dave and Jack and Jack and the other people for knowing where they were going. She'd like to know too, or to have someone make that decision for her. But all she knew was she might and might not go to Seattle, or Montana, or Alaska, or she might and might not leave the group wherever their next stop is.

She came to America just the same way. She didn't mind, but it did annoy her now and then a little, just like now.

"D'you know any drinking games?" Jack asked. There were a few suggestions, but unfortunately they had to wait. Obviously the train just stopped in Portland, where Irons should have his van parked, waiting for taking a detour to Seattle.

They got off, said bye to Jack, who was way too drunk to properly understand there was already his girlfriend waiting for him, and found Jack Irons's van. It was once white, had only 6 seats and a big trunk. They managed go fit all their backpacks and two bicycles in there, then quickly seated Julia on Dave's knees (just temporarily, as she was assured) and the same procedure repeated with the one couple in their group.

Soon, there were eight of them in the van, listening to a cassette record from some Seattle band Green River, a band Julia had never heard of but was obviously well known to the rest, chatting and playing one of the games that had been suggested earlier, but without the drinking part.

Julia didn't participate at first, but when the couple got off some half an hour later, she decided to play truth or dare with the rest.

"Soo..what do you do for a living?" Dave tilted his head as it was his time to give a question to Julia.

"You mean, apart from having obviously no job?"

He nodded seriously.

"I was working on becoming a tattoo artist back home. Worked in a studio since I turned 18, it's like the 21 here in America. Started tattooing when I was 16, so I had some experience. I also worked as a part-time waitress, to earn enough money to pay my rent and save some little extra."

"So you're a real tattoo artist then?"

She nodded, glad they didn't seem to mind.

Now, it was Dave's turn and he wisely chose a dare, because, as he said "why fucking not".

"I dare you to get a tattoo of our very own design when Julia gets a place in some studio," Irons said calmly.

Everyone else nodded enthusiasticly and expectantly turned their heads to Julia.

"Woah guys, I don't even know if someone will have me.."

"Of course they will, we leave you at someone's doorstep in Seattle and come back in two months to get the tattoo done."

She turned unbelievably to Irons, then to the rest of them.

"You're not joking, are you?"

"No. You want to go to Seattle?"

Julia hesitated. Did she want to go to Seattle? Did she finally have a direction, a destination for a while? Did she want one?

"I guess I do," she exhaled.

Loud cheering came, then one of the men returned their attention to the previous topic:

"I suggest you get a limp dick with some nice tribal pattern tattooed."

That started a very soulful discussion:

"Man, how could I-"

"How 'bout a teddy bear?"

"A vacuum?"

"Get a lacy panties, dude."

"Why not just some text?"

"Yeah, tribal limp dick in a very stylish, pink letters."

"That's sick man, one hell of a tattoo."

"Fuck off, assholes."

"So the panties, right?"

The conversation continued for a while, leaving Julia stunned at how stupid some ideas could be. After a while, Irons summoned some notebook and a pen and got Dave to describe his vision of the tattoo.

"I want a space to be there, some astronaut with stars and planets and all that shit. Uhh should represent, like, how great our mind can be..."

Julia started sketching, somehow feeling this design is going to be great.

"Oh, and one planet's gonna wear lacy panties, like, pink or purple or something," one of the guys interrupted.

"And the astronaut's gonna wear sunglasses, that'll do great man."

"He'll be floating near the she-planet."

"And there'll be, like, a galaxy and Uranus and everything in the background."

"Uranus? That's just disgusting, man."

"Oh and some text above it, like Girl power, or Ladies night."

"In pink! Make it match to the panties!"

"What happened with the vacuum?"

"How about 'Girls night in the vacuum'?"

"That's stupid."

"Well, it'll match you, perfect. Asshole."

"No, it's great, come on man."

"Girls night in the vacuum?"

There was a collective "Yeaaaaah" of approval and Dave sank defeated in his seat.

Some minutes later Julia finished her drawing and showed it to the rest of them. Dave's face lightened up, Irons held his thumb up and the rest cheered and screamed and compliment each other.

"I'll buy that picture from you, to torture him with it," Irons said finally.

"What?"

"Yeah, it's good."

"I mean, you can have it for free.. but, out of curiosity, what would you trade it for?"

Irons smiled knowingly, then, in an offhand manner, he noted:

"A place in Seattle. I know a guy who might be looking for a roommate."

Julia grinned wildly, then pushed the paper in his hand, together with a loud peck on a cheek.

"You, mister, are a hero of every random girl you pick up in California," she exclaimed and met with other round of cheers.

Author's note: I'll try to post my own version of the tattoo design somewhen soon (hopefully). Yeah anywayy hope you liked it, it's got like 1 (ONE) note so it's already exceeded my expectations 😂😍 In the next chapter I want to finally have some MLB/Pearl Jam content so the storyline can get somewhat less random! also sorry for any grammar errors, I'm not a native speaker and I'm too lazy to look up every second word or proof read so..

#jack irons #stone gossard #eddie vedder #jeff ament #mike mccready #dave abbruzzese #dave krusen #pearl jam #eleven #fanfic #fanfiction

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Hi! This is for the matchup! Tysm for doing such a lovely event! 💖 I'm a design student and i love doing anything related to art ( painting, sewing, drawing etc ) i loove cats & can be a bit of a perfectionist at times. I have high expectations of myself & im sensitive to people's emotions, so I'm always giving advice to others. I love to goof around and play games, but can be very serious if need be. I won't hesitate to call out someone's bad behaviour but also know when to keep quiet. TYSM!

Your match is Saeyoung! I chose Saeyoung because I just feel like he’d be so fascinated with the fact that you love art. He’d love watching you and finds it calming. You both also have some of the same sort of feelings. Saeyoung has very high expectations of himself and is very aware of the people around him. He’s also got such a goofy side to him, even if that does have to do with a coping mechanism that he uses.

Some headcanons about you two

I mentioned that he found watching you draw made him calm so you’d help him draw something some time and it’d literally be his favorite thing ever

Saeyoung would be the type of person who wants you around him all the time

He just loves your energy and loves the way he feels around you

Video game dates (especially ones that included LOLOL) would be crashed by Yoosung but it’s okay because you both loved Yoosung a lot

Since you sew, he’d always ask you to help him make new cosplay outfits

And halloween??? You two would win every costume contest because your costumes would be so good but so unique that everyone else couldn’t help but adore them

If you ever needed help studying, he would 100% put aside anything he was doing to help

But in all honesty, Yoosung and you would be study buddies

Short drabble

“Can we have a kid?” You were sitting on Saeyoung’s lap as he played with your hair when he asked that question.

“We don’t need one,” you laughed. “We have Saeran.”

“You know what I mean,” he mumbled pressing a kiss to your neck. “I want to start a family.”

You hummed as you pulled his head back up so his eyes met yours. “I’m not sure about a kid yet, but what about an animal?”

You watched as Saeyoung’s eye widened and his jaw dropped slightly. “MC. Can. We. Get. A. Cat??”

“Well, we’re not dog people, are we?!” You asked, laughing loudly as Saeyoung squeezed you tightly. “We can go looking this weekend!”

“This weekend?” Saeyoung pulled you off the couch and tugged your hand excitedly. “We have to go. Right now!” You giggled as he ran around grabbing a light jacket for you to wear and practically helped shove your feet into some slip on shoes. “Get a move on, darling!”

You quickly followed after him as he grabbed his car keys to his current favorite baby, soon to be replaced by a cat. “Saeyoung, calm down! There will still be cats there if we go tonight or days later.”

“Buuuuuut MC,” Saeyoung pouted and you pressed a kiss to his jutted out lip. “I just want a cat to give all my love to. Please?”

With those words, you felt the last of your resolve fall. “Well what are you waiting for? We’re in the car, aren’t we?” At your words, Saeyoung quickly put the car in drive and all but speed his way over to the nearest animal adoption center. “You seem well prepared,” you remarked and he beamed at you.

“I’ve been waiting for you to offer to get a cat with me I’ve been very excited.” He grabbed your hand and quietly led you inside and you could almost feel his body vibrating with excitement.

“Good afternoon guys,” a kind worker with navy blue hair greeted you. “Are you here to adopt today?”

“Yes, we were looking to adopt a cat.” You explained to her as Saeyoung dropped your hand and walked over to a few cats who were playing in a playpen. “We’re not really picky though, we just want to be able to help a cat find a forever home.”

“Okay, well you’re welcome to take a look around. There’s a few over there in that playpen but there’s also some more in the back.” You nodded and started to make your way over to Saeyoung. As he heard your footsteps, he turned around with a grin on his face. He was holding a small orange tabby cat with yellow/gold eyes and purring obnoxiously loud as your boyfriend scratched at the cat’s chin.

“Babe! Look I think he likes me!” Saeyoung exclaimed and you put your hand out to the cat, letting it sniff you before patting it’s head softly. When you stopped, it licked your hand until you started again, making Saeyoung laugh. “And I think he likes you too!”

“Well, it’s seems you’re already very smitten.” You laughed as Saeyoung gently put the cat in your arms. “Oh my gosh this is the cutest thing ever I have to take a picture this is going to be my phone background forever.” Despite your protests, Saeyoung managed to take about 15 pictures with the cat who was currently very happy sitting in your arms. “I think we found our cat?” Saeyoung questioned hopefully, leaning down to brush his nose against the tabby’s pink one.

“Seems so,” you agreed, looking down at the both of them fondly.

As you continued to hold the cat, Saeyoung went to go fill out the adoption paperwork and purchase things you would need to become the best cat parents possible. “What should we name this little fella?” Saeyoung asked as you buckled into the car, the baby crawling over the consul to crawl into his lap.

You thought for a moment. “Pepper.”

Saeyoung giggled. “Really?”

“Yeah, why not? Pepper’s can be orange and you love PhD. Pepper.” You explained as you grabbed onto the kitten, struggling to keep the wiggle worm in your arms as Saeyoung drove home.

When you two settled onto the couch with Pepper, Saeran came out of his room and smiled as he spot the cat. “We got an animal?”

As soon as he sat down next to Saeyoung, Pepper jumped into his lap and curled up, purring loudly again. You giggled as you watched the two twins and cat snuggle close together. “You know, Pepper kinda looks like you guys.”

“He can be the honorary Choi triplet.” Saeyoung laughed and leaned over to get in his face. “You want to be the triplet, huh buddy?”

“SAEYOUNG CHOI YOU BETTER NOT SQUEEZE PEPPER TOO HARD!” You screamed as your boyfriend took the cat from his brothers lap and held him to his chest tightly.

“You guys are going to be horrible parents.” Saeran laughed as he got up and returned to his room.

“Someday we’ll be amazing parents.” Saeyoung told you. “But not today.”

#sunshinejihyuns mysme matchups

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dcmissionaries · 6 years

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DokiDokiCon V2: Time to Save the World!

"Welcome to Daten City's AMAZING Annual Anime Con: DokiDoki Con!" The reporter greeted on the screen, many people milling around behind her, "This is such an amazing time of year, isn't it? Hopefully you people back home can find the time to attend our funnest and most loved convention!" Yes, many cosplayers, weeaboos, and casual fans alike were excitedly reporting to the convention center to attend their beloved con. A quick look around could easily spot some sinister grins and dashing heroic smiles! However... Strappon sat at the Abbey, shutting the television off and sighing. The last DokiDoki Con was a mess. Why did they keep these things going...? "Hey, any news on ghosts or anything?" Overshirt asked, wandering into the Rec Room. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I wonder what they're up to... They must have something planned if the city has been safe for so long..." Strappon grumbled, scratching the back of his head. There was a rumble above the Abbey, causing the two to look up. Strappon was struck by a thunderbolt. Overshirt caught the paper and looked it over while Strappon coughed the soot out of his lungs and shook himself of. "Hero." The boy read, giving Strap a perplexed look, "Well, then. Spoke too soon?" "I have a feeling I know exactly where this is going..." The Pink-haired Templar said, his gaze moving to the television.

DOKIDOKICON: HERO EDITION! What is this place filled with so many wonders~? Anime cons are the best place for Angels-- And Ghosts. --------

The convention was just as lively as you would consider one to be- Large amounts of people both big and small of all varieties and scents conglomerated into one large convention center. Some cosplaying, some just wearing what they would consider their best or coolest outfits. Yes, it was an atmosphere filled with excitement!

BRIT: Strappon looked around the crowd, almost in disappointment. How the hell would they be able to find a disguised ghost here? There were so many... People in costumes.

"Don't worry, Strap!" Overshirt chuckled with a pat to his cousin's back, "We brought the Angels! We should have a relative amount of success." "Relative." Strappon repeated.

KUMA: Pasties was at the main floor of the convention. She had gotten caught up with a group of cosplayers and was currently posing for a photo. When that one was done, another set of fans with phones and cameras came up. She gave a smile as more pictures were taken. Of course she didn't mind the attention.

OSCARK9: Gloves walks in the DokiDoki Con for his first time ever in Daten City. He was dress up as Ragna from BlazBlue, his favorite character to be in. For his first time in the Con was excited for him. Seeing all his favorite characters in the convention was inspire to see. Not only that you can see your favorite characters in cosplay, but to bring a cool weapon in a covention. Which he brings in 'Ragna Sword' in the convention, (don't worry, its only plastic).

"Wow! First time ever in a Convention. I can't wait to see what they have here." He said in his happy tone and off he went in the crowd of cosplays.

KRO: Another excuse to show off how obsessed he is with a particular MOBA, Shades was more than excited to participate in the con again. The last time was interesting to say the least. He scanned the perimeter to spot a familiar face but all he got was Strappon's familiar hair color. Sneaking up behind the templar, he leaned in and whispered, " ___Death comes... ___ "

COFFINCAT: Mary was looking around in the crowd for a familiar face, having not found anyone he hides under a vacant booth. He hugs his teddy bear. The little one was cosplaying Honey senpai from Ouran highschool host club. He takes out his little sketch book and he draws Gloves.

BRIT: Strappon screamed and spun around, punching Shades in the face as hard as he could. "YOU BLOODY WANKER. I WILL END YOU if you come THAT CLOSe to me--" He hissed before realizing what he had done, "--Oh, I am so sorry."

EMI-DESU: Tee hung close to his brother (much to his dismay) and looked uninterestedly at Shady.

"Wow, another Kylo Ren. I can't believe it."

Tee insisted on having him and Ovy cosplay together, and something simple. He adjusted Ovy's hat and black shirt (with a signature red R on it) and pulled out a couple Pokeballs. "Atop goofing around! We got a Ghost to catch right? Can't be that hard to find..."

EMI-DESU: *Stop

GAMER-GODDESS: "So this is a 'Con', it is rather wonderful to see so many people so eager to participate." Fib'yuh'luh giggled as they skipped up to the entrance. They were clad in a Sailor Moon costume that Thigh High had spent at least a week or so putting together for them.

"Yeah yeah, just try not to mess up your outfit will ya? It'd be a shame if something happened to it. I spent a lot of time putting this together, I totally forgot to get something for myself!" Thigh High stated as she kept smoothing over the Throne's outfit to make sure it looked just right.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Fascinator walked into Doki Doki con dress as Rin Kagamine, second design. He was wearing a skirt that were also shorts with a blonde wig and sailor top. His white bows twitched happily as he skipped in. He looked so androgynous that many people whispered if he was a man or a young Japanese girl. Knittens walked next to him as Midoriya Izuku, proud of his look. Fascinator looked around and pouted, he was about to scream for Jeokori, but said alien waved over to him, relaxing. Headphones, dressed as the fairy Kyu from Hunie Pop and reading his newly bought hentai. Life is sweet.

KRO: "No, you're not!" Shades was lucky enough to remove his mask before getting what he probablu deserved. He felt his eye shut from the swelling. Touching it stung, guess an ice pack is required.

"What a bossy Rocket Grunt," Shades commented, "Anyways, I agree. We should keep an eye out for... cosplays stars..." he said, squinting one sole eye.

OSCARK9: While walking around in the convention, he was looking around to different booths to see what they have here in the convention. While doing that, he spotted a little boy that was under the vacant booth with a sketch book in his hand. He wonders to himself if he's having any fun in the convention. So he walks over too him and ask him a question.

"Hey there, little fella. Are you having fun in a convention?" He asked him while giving him a smile.

BRIT: "Tee, we can't catch it with balls." Overshirt sighed, "Patience is going to be the best option at the moment. Maybe we can lure it out! But we have no idea what it does..."

"Doesn't matter, still gonna find it!" Jacket laughed, adjusting his Rocket Grunt attire. He grinned at Trenchcoat. "And we're gonna beat its face in."

"Shades, oh god. I am so sorry." Strappon whispered, holding his hand out to help him up.

SAIYAN: "We're gonna have great success now that I'm here" Tuxedo Jacket said to Strap. Dressed up as Gohan from the Cell Games, cape and all. The new kid on the block really made a reputation for himself for the short time in the Abbey.

Undershirt dressed as Vegito looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Please we're all gonna work together and find this thing" Undershirt said.

Wristband got dressed up as Android 18 because why not. "Yeah besides, last time this happened it took a whole team effort to take down Yurei-chan." She wasn't there to witness it herself, but she heard Undershirt tell the story. She still giggled about Baby Cop to this day.

Meanwhile, Bowtie was dressed as Satsuki in her kamui, trying to see if there was any of her comrades around.

KUMA: Eventually Pasties pulled herself away from the fellow Love Live cosplayers, giving them a friendly wave. If a ghost /was/ going to show up, she wanted to enjoy the con a bit before that. Since everything would probably slow down or stop completely after that. She looked back towards the Angels and others that she had arrived with. She could always go exploring the con by herself, but that might be less fun. To her, it'd be a bonus for the other person since they would get to hang out with her.

KRO: "Damn, you were aiming to make me blind again... I deserve this..." Shades held up his hands a litte defensively, trying to make sure Strappon at least touched the injury carefully.

COFFINCAT: A limo pulls up to the main entrance and Sneaker heels steps out of it. She adjusts her red glasses and she pats her dress. Camera men flocked to her and she sighs , walking right past just about everyone of them. She'd decided to go as Rize Kamishiro from Tokyo Ghoul. She stretched and walked over to her booth, sitting down as her assistance set everything up. Fox Stole dawned her best Tomb Raider cosplay and sauntered around, taking pictures with people who'd walked up to her. Mary moved out from under the unoccupied booth and ran to a stand. He took out his piggy bank and he bought an ice pack. He walks over to shades and he hides behind Strappon, holding out the ice pack to Shades, "H-here you go Mr."

EMI-DESU: Tee frowned deeply and shook his balls at Ovy. This was his first time out with his brother in a long while and he doesn't even take it seriously. "Let's go, gang! Last one to find a Ghost gets a bullet in the knee!!"

Trench crossed his arms and got tugged along begrudgingly by his parner, wondering how Jacket got him out of bed today at all. Oh, that's right. He BROKE it. He BROKE his bed. "Let's just get this over with already..." He grumbled.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens ran from Fascinator as he does in every crowded place and runs past Strappon and Shady before screeching to a stop and looking at Shades with awe. He exclaims with excitement "You look cool! What're you?" Fascinator was about to stop Knittens but after seeing where he went he didn't bother afterwards. Turning back to his alien friend, he asks, "So how're you liking your first con, Cho-cho?" Jeokori took a minute to write down his answer and replied, "Didn't you say that celebration of costumes was a week from now?"

BRIT: Surrounded by so many people, Duster really just wanted to find Hot Pants and find this dumb ghost. People kept stopping him and asking him for pictures, calling him "Sephiroth" or something like that. He let them take pictures and moved on, hoping it would appease the strange people.

"You're too self-punishing." Strap sighed, and looked around for those medic people they always have at large gatherings. "At least Angels can enjoy themselves now... I wonder if Ampallang made it here alright."

"Yep! I'd rather not get a bullet to the knee..." Jacket said, visibly wilting for only a half-second before springing up again and grabbing Trench's arm. "LET'S EXPLORE!"

KRO: "I'm sure he made it here fine..." He blinked, looking behind Strap and smiled at the young child offering him the ice back.

"Hey, thanks." He said, gently placing it on his eye. Suddenly Knittens entered the frame as Tee's gang seemed to be off on their own shenanigans. Shades beamed with light, not literally, at his question, "Oh well, I'm a character called Reaper. I'm wearing an alternate outfit for him."

COFFINCAT: Mary nods with a little smile and he hugs his teddy bear close to him. He sees Kittens and he waves . He gently boops him to say hello .

KRO: A force yanked Duster from wherever the man was standing to the ground. The source? A grumpy Hot Pants who looked more than tired. In front of him, there was Chocobo in a baby carrier taking in the sights of the con. "Jesus, where were __you__ ? I like, turn around for one second and the next you were just gone. I have tiny legs, I can't keep up!"

BRIT: Strappon gave Tuxedo Jacket a look of disinterest and then put his attention back to the other Angels. "If you all want, we can separate and make sure we cover more ground?" He looked particularly at Pasties, who was... New and seemed to want to explore.

"I... Well, I got swallowed up by the crowd. So many people wanted my picture." Duster said, pushing Hot Pants off him and dusting himself off. "I heard there's supposed to be a ghost in this area... And I'd like to go back to Heaven sometime."

EMI-DESU: "Dear Ampallang won't be making it, I'm afraid..." A voice replied from behind Strappon. Out stepped a tall pale man, flicking his pink and purple hair. "I've been looking for you, tiny human man."

OSCARK9: "I guess that was a yes." Seeing him run off to do something leaves him a unanswered thought from him. ("Oh well, at least he's having fun.") He said to himself and continues walking in the convention.

KUMA: Pasties caught Strappon's look towards her.

"I'm okay with anyone else joining me. Just as long as they can keep up. There's a lot of things I want to see."

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens was about to answer until he got booped. Well, someone started the boop war. Knittens bops him back in self defense, but it was gentle to infer friendliness. Unlike Fasci, where Knittens tries to break his nose. Jekoroi followed up with another note, "Also... Are you a young girl or?" Fascinator chuckles, avoiding the question as he takes out a small box from god knows where, revealing the small figurine set. Jeokori's eyes lit up and his soul threads were almost wagging in happiness. After watching Sailor Moon together, Jeokori almost couldn't believe Fasci when he said he could get a mini version of his favorite character but there she was. If Jeokori could make a sound, he would be squealing. Headphones was chillind on the fountain as he flipped the pages of his hentai, every now and then remarking, "Nice."

KRO: Suddenly a sparkly and well decorated cardboard box slid into the scene. This was getting to be too much for Shades, but he just let it happen. Daten's weird enough. The box then sprouted two legs and stood up all proud and tall as two arms, one holding a microphone, popped out. "Hello, lovely monsters of the Underground! I'm just here to introduce a lovely little friend that's been looking for the priest. Be niiiice."

Shades squinted even harder at the person in the cardboard box, you can hear it. It was indeed Go-Go Boots as Mettaton. How befitting.

COFFINCAT: Mary makes a smol gasp and he giggles , returning a soft boop. He smiled and his cheeks dusted pink, "H-hi , I'm M-Mary. " He said as he offered the other his teddy bear for a hug. He sees Go-Go and he almost squeels in delight.

BRIT: "Lots of things to see?" Jacket mused, "Sounds like we'll work well together-- Uh... What's your name?" The Rocket Grunt tilted his head at Pasties.

Strappon blinked, turning to see a stranger and a... Box. "How do you know where Ampallang is?" He asked, crossing his arms. It was obvious the box was someone he knew.

KRO: Seeing Bowtie waiting around, what appears to be an old lady that came straight out of Mad Max: Fury Road came up to her. They grabbed Bowtie's hand and handed some homemade candy to her in the shape of little ghosts and bats. "Nice Satsuki outfit, nerd." The voice didn't match the face. That's because it was actually Hairpin dressed up as none other than Ana Amari. He just wanted to do a group cosplay group with Shades, don't mind him.

"Have ya seen anybody else from work around here?" He asked Bowtie.

Hot Pants would have crossed his arms if Chocobo wasn't strapped on to his chest, so he simply ruffled the bird's feathers, "Well, you do look like my figurine that I ordered some time ago.. ANYWAYS. You have a plan of action for that? Because I'm just thinking of blowing this week's paycheck on some stuff I've wanted."

KUMA: "Me? I'm Pasties," she said with a little wink. "Do you want go with me then?"

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens looked at the teddy and patted it's head. He wasn't too sure what to do but he

EMI-DESU: The white-clad man bowed lightly. "My name would be Dermal." He gestured to the peircing on his collarbone. "Ampallang is a brother of mine, and he's gone off to do important Seraph business, so I volunteered to take his place for now."

Dermal straightened up and looked around at the scattered fallen angels about, having themselves a merry old time. "Quite an organized bunch, I see. I think I have a lot of work to do..."

Trenchcoat pulled his arm out of Jacket's grip and pushed him out of the way, clearing his throat and smiling at Pasties. "Hi, I'm Trenchcoat. Jacket's got a lot of things to do too, so I'll go with you instead!"

OSCARK9: Walking back to the booths. He was looking at the booths to see what they have here in DokiDoki Con. So far for him was some comic books, action figures, and some video games. He wanted to buy something for himself, but it was so hard for him to choose.

"Hmm? What to choose? What to choose?" He said to himself while scratching his head next to the booth.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: was friendly, atleast. Fascinator and Jeokori looked at the sights with Fasci mostly talking. But when Jeokori bothered to look at him, Fasci was cosplaying as a completely different outfit and seemed to just magically transform into 707. What. Jeokori blinked in disbelief as he poked Fasci, making sure he wasn't seeing things. Fascinator tried to ignore the poke as he waved to Go-Go and screamed, "HEY NICE LEGS!"

KUMA: Pasties blinked at Trenchcoat's interuption, but didn't seemed bothered by it.

"Its too bad that he's busy when there's so much fun stuff to do here! Oh well!" She addressed Jacket, "If you find some time, you could meet up with me later."

She then turned back to Trenchcoat, "Thanks for coming with me."

KRO: Go-Go removed the box, as it was getting a little too hot. "But no daisy dukes to make a man go, sadly." At least Go-Go was appropriately dressed as Mettaton EX.

BRIT: "I didn't know you were that kind of dork." Duster mused, "Huh." He pet Chocobo before hearing another set of girls squeel somewhere behind him. Oh no, it begins again.

"Oh... I see." Strappon replied, rubbing his chin. "I wish he'd told me ahead of time... I guess you'll do in his place. You're a lot nicer." The Templar held out his hand to Dermal. "I'm Strappon. This boy next to me is my cousin, Overshirt." Overshirt gave him a small wave.

Jacket blinked and snorted at Trenchcoat. "Nah, he always acts like a dweeb around pretty ladies. We'll all go together! Pasties, huh? That's a weird name. Anyway, let's get goin!" He blabbered off, grabbing them both by the hands and skipping off in another direction.

SAIYAN: "Hey HP. Didn't know you were into Cross Dressing" Bowtie said as she grabbed the candy. "No, didn't actually. No one came with you I take it?"

"Damn son" Undershirt said as he watched Shades grab his face. He then looked at Dermal. "That's interesting. I didn

COFFINCAT: Heels exits her booth and she sneaks over to the doujinshi section of the con. She casually buys some Love Stage manga and she goes off , leaving her body guards in charge. She hears her name called on the loud speaker and she curses , going off to perform some anime openings. Out of many she was asked to perform , Lithium from Elfen Lied was the first.

Mary fiddles with his hands and he looks up at him, " D-Do you wanna um be partners ..for t-the ghost hunt?" He asked shyly.

BRIT: "Not into crossdressing? He's basically a woman." Amulet snorted, adjusting part of his coat. He was cosplaying Sephiroth, so he was showing more skin than he was used to.

SAIYAN: 't know that he had a brother" he said.

Wristband and Tuxedo looked at each other and then shrugged. They were in the same boat as Undershirt was.

SAIYAN: "OOOOH MOM GET THE CAMERA" Bowtie yelled at Amulet's comment. That was fucking savage Amulet.

KRO: Hot Pants jumped in front of Duster protectively, hissing at the mob of girls, "___BACK OFF, he's mine. ___ Come on, let's go before they actually catch up with us."

"Let me express myself how I want, dear. And I want to be a murderous old woman, so nyeh," Hairpin stuck his tongue out at Bowtie before looking away, thinking. "Well, at least there's the three of us." He said, handing Amulet a ghost shaped candy, "Here, try this one out."

"Yeah, Amp's got brothers," Shades chimed in, "I actually had the privilege of meeting one of his brothers that resides in Northern Heaven. Pretty cool dude."

EMI-DESU: "Well, it's nice for you to meet me, then." Dermal said flashing a sparkling grin, tentitively taking Strappon's hand. "Humans are so fascinating, it's a wonder how they could be so easy to manipulate."

He released his hand and placed it on his hip, gently wiping it on his pants. "But you are God's precious children and must be protected at all costs, I suppose. Anyway, we're looking for a Ghost that seems to blend in with THIS crowd. It could be anywhere, so let's stay on our toes?"

Trenchcoat's grin turned sour again when Jacket grabbed them both and tugged. He was the biggest cockblock ever...

CRACKEMWALNUTS: "I don't know, I'm sure at least one guy man." Fascinator replied, ignoring that Jeokori was currently questioning if the human knew black magic. Seriously, a costume change that fast? "Plus I'm sure your daisy dukes makes boys into men." Knittens nods to mark as he replied, Sure, I mean mom said no weapons until Christmas so... Hope you got something."

SAIYAN: '

KUMA: "Hmph, I don't think my name is weird at all," Pasties said with a little pout. She did go along with Jacket and Trenchcoat as she was was pulled. She looked around at the things they passed and decided she'd stop the two if anything grabbed her attention.

"So what are you two dressed up as?"

COFFINCAT: Mary nods and smiles ," My teddy is a tazer too!" He stood beside him and held his teddy close. "Do you wanna look anywhere in particular?" He tilts his head.

BRIT: "Follow you dreams, _dear._" Amulet said, taking the candy and tossing it into his mouth, "Where's the ghost, anyway? Didn't Shroud want us to keep tabs?" Something felt off about this atmosphere... He could see the Angels in the distance, along with Gogo and a new face...

"Yes... Staying on our toes is advisable. Well, let's get a move on and see if we can't find it before it causes to much damage." Strappon said, quirking a brow.

"Oh, we're Rocket Grunts from Pokemon!" Jacket said with a huge grin, "Our whole gang is dressed alike! Not my usual costume 'cuz I like to be unique and stuff." Considering his last costume...

Duster nodded in agreement with Hot Pants, still a little stunned by his reaction. "You know, I'm used to the atention. It's not terrible." He said, "You're weird."

SAIYAN: “Whatever” Bowtie said to HP as she munched on her chocolate. That still didn't change the fact that he was a cross dresser and she knew it.

Undershirt looked at Shades. “Huh, I never knew that” he said. He felt that it would be something he would mention to them.

“Maybe he has some kind of dark past” Tuxedo whispered to Wristband, causing her to giggle in her hand”

KUMA: "Oh Team Rocket!" Pasties was familiar with what that was, but she had never played a Pokemon game herself.

"Please don't steal my Pokemon then!" she said playfully and jokingly, "But what do you normally dress up as?"

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens shakes his head and replies, "If it's a ghost then it'll show up. Trust me. Wanna check out the latest edition of that mecha cartoon?" Fascinator changed once again into Viktor in a blink of an eye. Seriously. Can he stop? Like its so sudden. Jeokori was frightened at this point. How could this even happen? Is anyone gonna notice? Seriously? Headphones glanced over and waved to whoever and finished his first book. To the next volume.

Meanwhile, people throughout the convention were experiencing some... Odd difficulties. Some people were found and being detained by the con staff for their strange behavior. Someone had literally had to be fetched from the cieling.

EMI-DESU: "A pile of Garbage," Trenchcoat replied for him. "But that's his usual attire, not a costume." Trench tried to pull his arm out of Jacket's iron grip with no avail.

BRIT: "Hey, now!" Jacket shouted at him, "I was a couple things last time... A couple things at once. I was a duelist, Akira, Ness..." He counted the things we was, but it was difficult to remember.

COFFINCAT: His eyes light up and he nods eagerly. "O-oh boy.. Um s-sure, can we check out the stuffed animals next?" He gulps a little bit , seeing someone floating on the ceiling ,"Do people here..n-normally do that?" He points to the random pedestrian.

KUMA: Pasties stopped moving and pointed at a booth that was selling various figurines.

"Hey let's stop here!" she said, starting to move in the direction towards it. She seemed to either have been ignoring the tension between the two or trying to find a distraction to stop them from arguing.

OSCARK9: "Man. What to choose for myself?" He said to himself again. Thinking of what to buy in the convention was tough for him. There was so many cool things to buy here, that one can't decide on what to buy. When he walk over to the next booth where a bunch of clothes is at, his eyes was caught his interest on a shirt that has a picture of 'Ash-Greninja and Ash' in front of the picture and its telling him that he found what he's looking for. "Ah, yes!" He said in his happy tone.

OSCARK9: *In front of the shirt

CRACKEMWALNUTS: "Nope! Unless they discovered anti-gravity stuff. So uh... Found it!" Knittens announced for anyone to hear. He should be captain obvious. Fascinator was definitely attracting attention as Viktor. Mostly Yuri on Ice fans. Good luck boy. "Anything good at con this year?" he asks, unknowing if he was even talking to someone at this point. The contacts he's wearing is messing with his vision.

KRO: "Well I think /you're/ weird," Hot Pants replied, "What, you want me to confess my undying love for you? Cause I'm not doing that. Too... /cliche/ ." He pulled along Duster to some merchant stands, looking at particular plushies and figurines. "Uh.. You want anything. Not this, but like food or a drink?"

"My, why thank you dear," Go-Go didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or not. But they did have shapely legs.

What should be a simple cosplay had a fully functional mask. He activated it but nothing seemed to be getting picked up, "If there's a ghost here, I'll see it before it can see us."

Shades took off the ice pack from his eye and donned his mask back on, "Anyways, I'm gonna go into the booths to buy stuff. If you wanna come, knock yourself out."

SUPERBIO: Flying around the convention, The Greatest Hero was giving the honorable citizens of Daten City what they deserve! Everyone here wanted to be a Hero, right? That's why they were so willing to dress like them!

"Halt, Citizen!" He said to someone, "You look like you would love to join me in my quest to destroy the scum of this earth!"

The person looked around and pointed to himself.

With that, he was zapped with Super Beams and given a special power of his own.

He didn't feel any different, but taking a step forward zoomed him straight into a wall.

"Another satisfied customer!" Superbio boomed before flying away to find more heroes.

SAIYAN: Bowtie looked at HP as he activated his scanner thing.

“Didn’t it not work the last time you tried this?” Bowtie asked him, folding her arms. She wasn’t convinced that it still wouldn’t work. Meanwhile, back at the ranch. The gang mulled over Shades’ offer to go look at stuff. Undershirt seemed to be on board but T.J. seemed to have a different idea. “You guys are such nerds!” Tuxedo said to Shades and the rest of them.

Undershirt sighed. “Yeah let’s go. It beats standing around here. You want to come too, Wristband?”

Wristband nodded her head and T.J. begrudgingly decided to go too.

COFFINCAT: Mary hides behind knittens and holds the teddy bear close, the fur started to fluff up and Mary's hair fluffed with it, the little fella was charging up. " S-so do we attack it or d-do we run?" He asked a bit spooked.

BRIT: "Oh shit, whaddup?" Jacket said, backing it up to look over the figurines. "They got one of ULTRAMAAAAAAAN!" He posed like Ultraman. Way to break character.

"Thanks." Duster snorted, "Yes, I would love food. I'm starving and everything here is... Expensive."

Amulet peered over HP's shoulder. "Uh... Dear. There's a child that ran himself into a wall at breakneck speed." He said, pointing in that direction.

Strappon looked over at Knittens and then up at the person on the cieling. "Oh, bloody hell." He said, "Good job, lad." He gestured for everyone to follow him. That would be best.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Headband looked at the ghost, and slowly rolls off the fountain and decided to help for once. Following the others, he adjusted his fairy panties. Knittens stood like a rock in bravery and responds, "Well it didn't notice us so let's stay away." Fascinator was just wandering around lost, his vision was blurring too much and he was tempted to take the contacts off. Jeokori stood behind Strappon and pointed at the person and held up a note asking, "Do humans do this?"

KUMA: Pasties got distracted looking at figures of well, cute anime girls. She didn't seem bothered by ones in revealing clothes or provocative poses. None of them were full on explicit, but they were getting there.

"I totally have to have some of these," she said, looking them over.

COFFINCAT: Mary swoons a little bit and he shakes his head, "R-right! I-I mean right." He holds his teddy. "I-I found a hiding spot , but you gotta keep it a secret." He holds out his pinkie for the ultimate promise.

KRO: "I refined the technology, so now it's fully operational. You're talking to a genius after all, these things get worked out pretty fast," Hairpin boasted. He was proud of finally making his scanner work. Hopefully it didn't fry his face, this is the first finished scanner he finished so anything goes. Hairpin quickly turned to the direction Amulet pointed to, "Shit." Too bad Hairpin didn't have a biotic rifle for healing.

Shades shrugged at Tuxedo Jacket, "You're saying that as if it hurts me," says the guy whose Twitter handle is currently cyborg fucker 2k16, "Oh right, you're the new guy. I think I heard some mentions of you from these two," He said, pointing at the twins. His plans were changed as Strappon seemed to have picked something up and skedaddled his way back to the Templar, "What's up."

"You're lucky I feel like spoiling you today and willing to blow my entire paycheck...I don't think you want something from Mickey D's, huh?" Hot Pants asked, looking around to see if the other Angels caught the ghost's trail.

OSCARK9: "One XL shirt, please." The man at the booth gave him the shirt that he want the most and Gloves pay the man $59.99 for the shirt. Expensive as it is, it was worth spending on. "You're coming home with me." He said to the shirt. While enjoying his buying shirt, he heard some commotion from the Angels right behind his back. So he runs over to them to see what's up. "What did I miss?"

BRIT: "I think I can afford something a little higher class." Duster snorted, "Really."

Strappon pointed to the kid on the cieling. "Our ghost is hard at work." He said, "Let's try to track it down. I think I heard some commotion about a kid running himself into a wall. We may get more information out of him."

"Those are silly!" Jacket said, trying to copy one of the sexy poses of the figures, "Wow-- This is hard!"

KUMA: "I think they're cute," Pasties commented while paying the person at the booth for the two figures she decided to buy. She turned around and laughed slightly at Jacket's imitation of the pose. She set her bag down for a moment and copied the pose herself.

"If you bend like this its more comfortable, see?"

KRO: "What, you want to go to those fancy restaurants? In all seriousness." This guy wouldn't settle for something like Mickey D's, huh.

"Hopefully the kid isn't knocked out," Shades added.

EMI-DESU: Trenchcoat spat out the drink he just bought all over Jacket.

Dermal watched Strappon as the other angels sort of gathered together, following their own agendas. He pulled out a PDA and started taking notes.

SAIYAN: “Did they tell you how awesome I was?” Tuxedo asked to Shades. Of course, it would only be good things. He was just that awesome.

Undershirt looked up at the ceiling and saw the man up there. “How the hell did that happen?” he asked. That was something new. He was pretty sure that that shouldn’t normally happen. “Well you don’t see that every day” Wristband said as she too looked up at the poor man stuck on the ceiling. “Think we should help him?”

“HAHAHA look at that!” Tuxedo laughed. He really wasn’t being productive. That dude on the ceiling was having a bad day.

KRO: "Really? A PDA? Honey, that's sooooo 2002. Here, have one of these instead." Go-Go handed Dermal an expensive tablet that must have been pulled from the ether, "Don't let me catch you with outdated /anything/ . Otherwise I'll provide for you."

KUMA: Pasties turned towards Trenchcoat and raised an eyebrow. "Is everything okay over there? You didn't choke did you?"

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens nods and exclaims, "Lead the way!" Did he know the meaning of secrets? Fascinator finally took off his contacts and could see. Strangely, he again changed his cosplay into Hampnie Hambert. Bless. That's when he spotted one of his favorite otome games apparently has a booth. He was literally a blur as he sprinted over to buy all the merch. That nerd.

OSCARK9: Gloves looked up at the ceiling where Strappon pointed to and saw a Men up there. "Ouch." He said to himself. If he was him, he'll be in so much pain. Poor man.

EMI-DESU: Dermal turned to Go-Go with a soft smiled and swiped the device out of his hand. "My, how helpful you are. I think we're going to get along just fine..." He said, staring at him with a grin for a full minute before turning back to the activities before him. "They still haven't caught the Ghost. How wonderful. I want to see what these broken angels can do..."

COFFINCAT: Mary raises an eyebrow and he shrugs, must be a custom here. He takes the others hand and he leads him to the empty booth. Mary crawls under and holds up the black table skirt for him to crawl under. "Y-you gotta be quiet o-okay? So the ghost can't find us." He whispers and pats the space next to him.

EMI-DESU: Trenchcoat wiped his face off and threw his cup at Jacket. "OH, NOPE. I'M JUST FINE. JUST... THIRSTY HAHA." He said half screaming. He kind of yelled when he was nervous.

KRO: "You're just saying that in hopes of making me feel better after your... /idol blunder/ that broke us apart." Go-Go promptly shoved the tablet back into Dermal's hands. If this kid wants to go, they'll go alright. To a nice restaurant.

BRIT: Jacket- now covered in sticky soda or something- wrung out his costume. He gave the guy a glare as the cup bounced off his forhead. "Yeah... Thirsty." He said.

TIMERIFTS: Onesie looked around the convention, extremely lost but ready to take on the challange. She was dressed up as the blue powerpuff girl, Bubbles. She skipped happily, not aware of the hell breaking loose around her, how could she miss it, who knows but she is. She wondered if any of her friends were here, since she wouldn't really recognize them when they were all dressed up

EMI-DESU: "Please, Go-Go, I know you missed me and my gorgeous face, but there are more important things at the moment. We can make up later, you know." Dermal waved dismissively at him.

KUMA: "It sucks if you're thirsty, since your drink is all over Jacket now. You can always buy another one though."

Pasties gathered up her stuff. She seemed a bit unaware of the real cause of Trenchoat being 'thirsty' and looked around. "Did you two want to buy anything from this booth or should we keep looking?"

KRO: "Oh, /missed you/? Not really since at least after you left, Daddy started giving me more attention. Anyways, I'll see you in a nice restaurant later, ciao~" And there goes Go-Go.

EMI-DESU: Dermal's head snapped around. "/Do not/." He hissed in a slightly lower tone than normal, snapping the old PDA he had. Oh, this was going to be fun with him around...

CRACKEMWALNUTS: "Sure!!" Knittens shouted, being an unhelpful child. Crawling underneath, he peeked out to see what was happening every now and then.Seeing Onesie, he waved underneath the table excitedly and shouting that he was there. Knittens is the definition of secrecy. Fasciantor literally had several bag fulls of merch of animes he liked like a dork and tackled Jeokori's back with a hug. Noticing Headphones, he shouts at his friend, "Dude, I can see your junk through that transparent lingerie, you wanna get decent?!" Headphones shouts back with his fairy wings fluttering in the breeze, "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME DAD!" "Nor do I want to!" Fascinator replies, changing into Beli cosplay to fit his friend's theme. Can Fasci even socialize with anyone else at this point?

TIMERIFTS: Onesie noticed her best friend, squealing excitedly, racing over "Knittens!!" she exclaimed happily "look I'm Bubbles" she smiled, crawling under the table with him, she just went with the flow. "Why are we hiding?" she asked him, settling in and lying beside him

BRIT: "Honestly, I'm for anything. But now I think there's a large commotion..." Duster said, looking idly off in the direction of the poor man that was in a wall.

"Let's go to another booth!" Jacket suggested, seemingly fine now. "I'd love to buy some cool merch for Ultraman!" He grinned at Trenchcoat, pulling him away from the booth.

Strappon furrowed his brow at the interraction between Go-Go and Dermal. Well, maybe they were old friends... "We can deal with the man on the cieling later, let's just go interview the man in the wall and pray he's still intact for questioning." He said, motioning them along with him and heading in the direction of the poor man.

EMI-DESU: Trenchcoat groaned, knowing it was his money he was going to be spending. Being wealthy was a curse sometimes, at least when you weren't in your cosy mansion in Heaven...

KUMA: Pasties walked along with them, trailing slightly behind.

"So what's Ultraman? Is he from an anime? A game?" she asked.

COFFINCAT: "Um.." he hides behind Knittens and he holds his bear tightly. "The ghost might get us if we aren't quiet m-ms. " He whispers as he gently boops Knittens with his bear.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens proudly claims, "Well we're hiding from the ghost right now and letting everyone else handle it." He bravely accepts that he is the most cowardly right now. He pouted at the boop and grumbles, "I knooow..." "Anyways, I think the ghost is making people fly? I don't know saw a guy in the ceiling though." Fascinator was now carried bridal style by Jeokori who walked him over anything he wanted to see since he was done here and Cufflink wasn't gonna pick him up any time soon. Headphones forgot why he was there so he tagged along, even though a lot of people looked at his not so well hidden crotch area. He bought some new samples of yaoi and just sins in public view. Fasci waved to Jacket and Trenchcoat, giving a friendly greeting, "Hey! What's up guys?"

BRIT: "He's only from one of _the best_ Hero series in the entire universe!" Jacket said, waving his arms around a little, "He's a Super Hero from a show in the 60s that's been ridiculosuly popular ever since. He's only the best." He was grinning like a dork. "Oh, hey, Fascinator!" He waved at him.

SUPERBIO: Another few people started springing up around the convention with... Strange powers. Superbio started looking for new people to recruit when he spotted a rather menacing looking tall man carrying a smaller, more effeminate man.

"Halt!" He said, flying right up to them, "Sir, I do believe this innocent man can walk on his own. Unless you need me to help you!"

BRIT: Jacket stared in awe. This was the first time a ghost _came to them_. It was the most perfect time! He turned his Rocket hat backwards.

COFFINCAT: Mary feels the cowardly aura ooze off of Knittens and he pouts, how is he supposed to swoon when he's being a baby? Mary is the baby here. He shakes his head and crawls out from under the table, teddy in hand. "If I ever wanna be an a-angel I've gotta fight like one !" He exclaims with his chest puffed out. "Knittens, Ms Onesie c'mon!"

KUMA: Pasties also looked at Superbio. That was guy was /flying/. Talk about to dedication. When she looked at Jacket, she realized that guy might be the ghost they were here for in the first place. She pulled the top of her dress away from her chest, reached her hand in, and peeled off one her sparkly pink pasties. (It matched her cosplay nicely).

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens looked at Mary and crawled out with now resupplied courage. "Alright! Chaaaarge!!" he shouted, like he could do something. Fascinator changed cosplay into Yuno Gasai as Jeokori, bored out of his mind carried Fasci next to Jacket. Headphones followed slowly as he got to the very... Intense part. The explicit cover was tame compared to the raw stuff inside. "Yo! What're you-" Fascinator blinked at the ghost before clearing his throat, "Well I'm okay! Really." Jeokori was in no mood for anything. Glaring coldly, you could almost see the rage building inside of his soul. Well, who pissed in his cheerios?

COFFINCAT: Mary took Knittens hand and he charged at the ghost , swinging around his teddy tazer like his life depended on it. His hair was puffed out from the static the bear created. He lets out a girly battle cry while running with Knittens , in hot pursuit of that ghost booty.

SUPERBIO: "I see how sinister you are! Fiend, I shall make you pay!" Superbio boomed, igniting lazer in his eyes. This hit both Fascinator and Jeokori.

[FASCINATOR: Shoots eye Lazers at anyone he's attracted to] [JEOKORI:Lazer eyes that just cause the target limb to go numb]

He turned to the others in shock and Jacket and the others looked well ready for FISTICUFFS. "You want some too? HAVE AT YOU!"

He shot his lazers at them, seeming not to see little Knittens JUST YET.

[PASTIES: Stop time, but only when you're holding your breath] [JACKET: the ability to control another person's limbs, but only through the power of dance] [TRENCHCOAT: See into the future but only all the possibilities your current decision will do]

KUMA: Pasties braced herself for the impact of the laser beam. In doing so, she subconsciously held her breath. When she opened her eyes and realized she was wasn't injured, she let out a sigh of relief, breathing normally. She did, however, notice that until she exhaled, everything seemed like it was paused.

BRIT: Jacket screamed, but it didn't hurt. He blinked and looked around. What just fucking happened??? He whipped off his jacket. "Whatevs, dude!" He shouted, "We're gonna take you out!" He felt the urge to dance with someone, but it didn't seem like a good time... But he wanted to.

KRO: Shades blinked.

(( OOC: FOR THOSE WHO WOULD LIKE TO FIGHT, we have our thread: http://dcmissionaries.boards.net/thread/155/ghost-superbio To new members; Please read the guide or ask a mod if you're not sure how it works! ))

EMI-DESU: Dermal, watching this hell unleashed before him from the window he was adoring his reflection in, slowly slid behind something more sturdy and started furiously taking notes.

Trenchcoat tried, shocked at the tingling that overcame him, started thinking of pushing Jacket in the way of another blast when he stopped. It was like switching through channels quickly and he could see before him the repercussions of his actions. All the death and distruction, he could see people he loved and cared about getting seriously hurt and those he could trust betraying him. All of this. All of it. He just slowly sat down on the ground and moved his hands a way from Jacket.

KUMA: Deciding not to hesitate, Pasties removed her other pasty. With a quick flourish, both of them turned into her knives.

"I can handle this one! A foe who can't hurt me will be easy to take down!"

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Fascinator yells in shock at the laser but after seeing that he was fine as well as his friend, he didn't understand what happened. He was about to say something but then he felt something stir in his heart. He flashed to every time he ever felt a crush but it seemed to pass. Fasci looked around in panic before he saw a rather nice looking gentleman. He felt his heart flutter, and burning feelings of attraction as his feelings gathered together and formed a mysterious ray of light from his eyes! It struck the innocent bystander and vaporized him. Rest in peace good looking guy, may you rest in peace. Fasci was in utter shock, but another ray shot out as these feelings continued! Causing an explosion of a far off wall. Jeokori looked down at Fasciantor in shock. Seriously, could humans really do this!? Biting his lip he felt a sensation coming from his eyes as well but he won't let this ghost thing manipulate him! Headphones groaned and took of his namesake. Looks like it's time to rumble!

COFFINCAT: MJ he continues his now silent sprint and he swings his teddy as hard as he can , aiming at the ass of Superbio. Moms spankings usually hurt so he figured this would probably hurt like the dickins. He runs and he trips! Falling right on his face.

(( OOC: Just a reminder for people, here's the Combat System! It's been updated: http://dcmissionaries.boards.net/thread/100/combat-system-works ))

KUMA: With both of her knives ready, Pasties ran towards the ghost. She intended to go for some quick slashes, but noticed everything had paused around her again. Then she realized she was holding her breath. She exhaled for a moment and then took in a deeper breath. She then went to town with her quick slashes and stabs, able to get in more hits then she could have normally. With an exhale, Pasties jumped back and admired her work.

"Perfect."

MLLERMANDA: A bad time to look for ghosts.

Gauges was very sick and had to force himself to come to this convention. Something about a ghost that the angels have to hunt down. "Maaaaaaaaaaaaaan..." He whines to himself as he dressed up as Liang Qi from Cannan. " Out of all the days I could had been sick, it had to be during a mission, looking for a ghost." He wobbles side to side as others were busy fighting the ghost that caused trouble or seeing the scene with a superhero ghost. Gauges didn't like this and turns his head, noticing how the ghost fought. " And the worst part of all is that no one is notic-" He sneezes, " Me." And like that, hewhen he saw that, it caught his eye as he takes out his weapon, getting ready to fight even though he felt terrible and was weaker than normally. "Ey! Mr. Super Hero ghost? What you doing he-" He sneezes loudly as he drops his weapon. Stumbling around, he tries to attack the ghost.

SUPERBIO: Superbio couldn't move when she paused time and it left him with a large chunk out of him.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens politely helps Mary up and pats off the dirt. He's seen Fasci mess up enough to know what to do. But speaking of Fasci, he gawked at his cousin and asked, "Fasci did you just kill someone?!" Fascinator looked at Knittens in panic and stumbled, "No! He's just uh.... In a pocket dimension. I swear!" Knittens shook his head, at least take responsibility. But lasers?! To all of the people, the most undisciplined!? Fascinator felt his heart beating of control as more lasers shot of his eyes, unable to control how he feels. The chaos caused only because he loves too many people. {HP: 25} Headphones scratched his head as he shrugs, may as well throw Lucky Hit around. Twirling his grappling hook he swings at Superbio, the sharp ends meeting with the ghost. Looks like Lucky Hit stood true with it's name!

SUPERBIO: He turned to look at all those around him and gasped. There were so many villains, even a sick one!! He tried to fly into the air, away from them to recollect his thoughts.

"You fiends! You're using your gifts against me!" He shouted at them.

KRO: Clearly ignoring his duties, Shades pretends to just now see the chaos unfolding in the convention. He sighed as he went back to look at the wares, not wanting another ghost to ruin this con. It was the best local con, after all! Hairpin walked up to Shades, immediately recognizing the guy's dumb bird-like cosplay. "....Candy for these trying times?" he asked, handing Shades a chocolate candy.

"Thanks, granny."

"Uh, well. I'm currently an ineffective human. You gonna do anything about that?" asked Hot Pants. First of all he doesn't have an appropriate weapon due to the rules. Second of all, he had his baby with him, he's not putting the rascal in danger.

BRIT: Jacket looked at Trenchcoat in concern. Was he going to be alright...? He summoned Dual Pride and threw it toward Superbio, just nicking him. Damn! He heard music started playing over the loudspeakers and got and idea, starting to dance instead of attack. He pointed over at Trenchcoat, and watched him start to dance. "Heyyy! It works!" He laughed.

MLLERMANDA: Gauges turns his head, becoming more confused than ever on what was going on. He tries to speak to Superbio as he tries to move closer to him. He whines as he speaks, " What gifts? I want one!" He tries to swing his weapon but just drags it with him instead. " Gimme a gif-" He coughs as he takes a breather and tries to take care of himself.

EMI-DESU: Trenchcoat gets up an shouts. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO ME BUT I'M GONNA--" He shouted, about to run and throw a kick when his mind filled with thoughts of failure, missing and hitting the ground like a moron, people laughing. Going broke, doing illegal things. So illegal he accidentally sells his soul to a demon. His brothers cackling at him as they dragged him down to Hell. He choked back a sob and sat back down.

OSCARK9: Gloves heard some fighting going on in the convention. Maybe the others found the ghost already. "Finally some action!" Gloves runs to the scene of the fight and spotted a Superhero ghost attacking his friends. "Well if he want to fight, then here I come!" He said to himself while he spread his wing from his back and flys into the battle.

"Alright Ghost..." He said to him while he change his gloves into Gauntlets. "Lets do this!" He shouted at him. Gloves flew towards to the ghost and punch his right hand into his abdomen.

COFFINCAT: Mary thanks him and he picks his cheek, dashing off to cut some ghost ass. He twirls his tazer and his bunny ears flow behind him. He throws it up at him and it wacks the ghost as hard as it can on the rump.

SUPERBIO: In an attempt to thwart his attackers, Superbio let out a sonic scream that would at the very least give them a small knick.

COFFINCAT: Pecks-

SUPERBIO: He took the hit from Gauntlets and shot him with a beam, giving him a terrrible superpower. [GAUNTLETS: Flying but only backwards!]

He turned to punch Mary-Janes, but stopped and took the hit when he realized he was just a child.

BRIT: Jacket sighed, picked Trenchcoat up off the floor, and started dancing again. "C'MON BUDDY. I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY!" he started singing along.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens cheered for Mary and gave an encouraging thumbs-up. Jeokori grabs Fascinator, trying to prevent him from looking at people but when Fasci faces him, another laser shoots straight at him. Jeokori dodges in time but his claws suffered greatly, his four claw fingers vaporized. Looking at his declawed hand, Jeokori's adrenaline spiked and a laser shot straight at Fasci's arm, causing it to go completely limp. Fasciantor shakes his now dead arm and gulped. {HP: 22} Headphones cursed as the scream pierced his ear drums, man did he wish he had his namesake on to drown out this noise. He swung again at the ghost but it just the wall instead and got stuck.

SAIYAN: The amount of commotion going on caused Undershirt, Wristband and T.J. to look over and saw the ghost being battled by the angels. "Oh look it's Super Man" Undershirt said unconcerned as he took a seat on a bench near by.

"And you're just going to do nothing?" Wristband asked.

"Yep" Undershirt replied. "Look they've got everything under control."

T.J. looked over and saw that indeed that the Angels had the ghost on the ropes.

"Looks like they don't even need my help" he said with a cocky smile.

The three of them continued to watch the fight progress.

KUMA: Taking the sonic scream attack but not too shaken up by it, Pasties moved in for another attack. The set up seemed like everything would go according to her plan, but she forgot to inhale enough air and had to stop and breathe. Caught off guard by this, her attack missed.

She turned to look over at Jacket and Trenchcoat. "You can dance later you know!"

BRIT: "Holy shit." Duster said, watching the fight go down."Seems pretty weak. We should just go get food." He looked down at Hot Pants.

BRIT: "NO I HAVE A PLAN!" Jacket shouted at Pasties.

MLLERMANDA: Gauges takes a deep breath as he attempts once more to attack the ghost. Totally hating the ghost right now for not giving Gauge what he wants but was too passive to argue. He coughs harshly as he aims for the ghost, or at least tries too.

EMI-DESU: Suddenly, Trenchcoat couldn't control his own limbs. He felt his body moving on it's own, DANCING on it's own. He panicked slightly and looked back at Jacket, who was boogieing to the same beat.

"WHAT ARE-- YOU DOING?!" He shouted through the funky fresh beat Jacket was shrieking to.

Before he could struggle more, he felt his body lurch toward Superbio, and he punched him in the face with all of his (not really his) force. He felt the crack of his weak knuckles under his force and then crane-kicked him in the jaw.

He slumped on the floor.

COFFINCAT: MJ's cheeks turn red from Knittens encouragement and he trys again, missing! He pouts and runs, picking up his teddy. He runs back to protect Knittens.

SUPERBIO: Superbio screamed at the sudden lurching toward him-- WHAT WAS GOING ON?? He got a really hard kick to the jaw, and apparently a final slash from someone's blade. He hit the ground, almost in slow-motion...

"Curse... YOU!" He whispered from the ground, reaching his hand up before...

Exploding.

OSCARK9: "Ahh! My ears!" He said in a painful tone. Gloves was push back from the sonic scream and was hit by the beam. He blink and didn't feel anything different from that attack. He shocked his head from his confusion and tries to attack. However, instead of going forwards, his flying went backwards and went straight towards the wall. Ouch.

BRIT: "Good job, Angels!" Strappon shouted over to them, running up to the group. "Wow, that was surprisingly quick. You should work together more often..."

"Yeah, even if it was Jacket." Overshirt said, kind of in the background, "Good joooooob!"

COFFINCAT: Mary turns seeing the ghost blow up. He watches in awe and he smiles. In a fit of excitement he runs around with his teddy ," This'll be the best comic page ever!"

KUMA: The explosion was very satisfying. Pasties' weapons returned back to their previous form and she down into her dress to put them back on.

"Wow that dancing really did work, but of course my first attack was pretty great right? Like loosening up a really tight pickle jar! No need to thank me."

BRIT: "People should be back to normal, now." Jacket said, his dancing stopping, "I would have loved to keep that power..."

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Fascinator's eyes finally went back to normal and went red before all the trouble he caused. Oh boy... This wasn't good at all. Jeokori stared at his hand in shock, his claws were now stumps on his left hand. He wasn't mad, just.... Horrified. Knittens cheered and hugged Mary, "You did great!!" headphones finally got Lucky Hit unstuck before realizing it was already dead. Well that was a waste of time. Oh well. Back to reading porn.

KRO: "Make up your mind. Fine, we'll go to Gouda. There's one across the road," Hot Pants looked down at Chocobo, ruffling it's feathers as he started walking towards the exit. Scratch that, the ghost exploded, he took cover by a table, not wanting his precious child getting injured. "HEY. WATCH WHERE YA BLOWING YA BITS."

Shades tapped Undershirt's shoulder, "Hey dude, which one," he asked in reference to two identical figures but each having different colors. This was important.

Hairpin looked on at the poor ghost and snapped his fingers in disappointment, "Damn. Well, at least we know that ghost wasn't worth it."

COFFINCAT: Mary has little fireworks go off in his head and he hugs Knittens back,"Y-you really t-think so?" He pulled away with the biggest smile ever.

Fox walks over with a crap ton of hentai and a body pillow. "I leave for like two seconds."

EMI-DESU: Dermal walked out clapping. "Well done! Such coordination! I didn't think Fallen Angels were capable of taking down even a weak Ghost such as that! I could have helped you, but I felt like it would be a waste of your potential." He flicked his hair again. "Good job, Angels."

MLLERMANDA: Gauges turns away as he was happy that someone killed the ghost. However, he was irritated that all these angels were getting attention which in return makes him jealous. "Those lucky angels....Hmph." He tries to sneeze at the ground but ends up sneezing on himself, messing up the outfit. "Ugh. Why me." He wobbles towards a stand where food was at and decides to stay there for now, trying to get a snack during the process.

BRIT: "Yeah, but they got quite a few Heavens for that..." Amulet snorted, crossing his arms, "What a waste."

"Sounds... Gouda to me." Duster said with a completely straight face. He walked away from Hot Pants in the direction of the restaurant.

Strappon looked over at Dermal. "You... I take back what I said about you being nice. That was really back-handed." He said, shaking his head and looking over the convention, "There's so much destruction, and people are still having fun..."

SAIYAN: Bowtie looked at her watch. "Look at that time, it's a new record" She said. Those angels managed to kill that thing nearly instantly. "All that build up for nothing. Kind of disappointing, wouldn't you agree?" she asked HP and Amulet.

"Hmmmm...the right one" Undershirt said as the ghost exploded behind him.

The others just looked at the light dissipating and the heavens raining down from the sky.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Jeokori bent his newly freed fingers, studying how they bent now and worked. Flashes of being just a boy went through his mind as he didn't know how to take this. Fascinator crept behind Jeokori and shakily apologized, "O-Oh... I'm so sorry Cho-cho,,, I didn't mean to, I swear! You're my best friend, I'd never want to hurt you-" Jeokori hugged Fasci, accepting his apology quite easily. Carrying him again he went towards the other demons, just not.... Looking at anyone. Headphones rolled his eyes at the Heavens and trots towards Fox Stole.

"Neat stuff, where'd you get it?"

OSCARK9: Gloves feels the pain from his back, but manage to stand with his legs. "Ouch! Now I know what flying towards the wall feels like." He said as he walking slowly towards a sitting booth while rubbing his back.

COFFINCAT: Fox stretches ,"Me? OH the last vendor by the corner. You should hurry if you want stuff they're packin up." She blows a gum bubble.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Headphones nods as he waltzes towards the sin. Considering a job in porn dealing since god damn these people charge top dollar. Fascinator waved at Amulet and HP meekly, still feeling guilty about what he did to Jeokori. Jeokori still did not look at anyone. Knittens replies excited, "Yeah! So cool!!"

KRO: Hot Pants kept leading, only to stop abruptly to hit Duster on the arm, "I swear." How dare he pun to him.

"I agree with the both of you," Hairpin said, "Anyways, I want to get rid of this candy basket, so I'm gonna hand this off to the Angels. Unless the two of you want to keep it for yourselves." Seeing a hand being waved in their general direction, Hairpin pointed at the three of them to make sure Fascinator was referring to them.

Shades nodded and payed the clerk, "You have good taste in colors, just needed a second opinion."

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Fascinator nods as he tapped Jeokori to walk towards them, he joked a little flustered, "Lack luster ghost guys, but uh... interesting side effects." Jeokori finally began to accept his trimmed nails as he now started to appreciate how handy hands were. Neat. But he finally faced other people so that was nice. Today wasn't a good day for him, so excuse the sour expression.

COFFINCAT: Mary giggles and holds his teddy close , " You think my moms gonna believe my adventures today? " he happily twerls around.

Heels had sneakily recorded the fight and of course posted it on twitter, freakin worldstar kinda shit these days. She walks down the sidewalk, her body guards in random locations watching her.

SAIYAN: "I can taste the rainbow Shades" Undershirt said. The best comeback

"Yeah, I'll take candy" Bowtie said. "I need something sweet in my house. Unless Amulet wants some."

TIMERIFTS: Onesie looked at the two friends, feeling herself heat up. She was not happy about this new development "Hey, uh I gotta go. You know convention stuff" she flashed a smile before scurrying to her feet and making off so she wouldn't have to deal with this situation. She didn't like sharing and Knittens was her friend, and she wasn't going to deal with that.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens was pumped and he remarks, "I hope mine does!- Onesie? Hey wait! I can join you! I'll be quieter I swear! Is it the shoe thing?!" He chased after Onesie, not getting those 'I don't want to see you' hints.

KRO: Hairpin shrugged, "Well, it wasn't ours. If we managed to tame it before it went on the offensive, it could have lasted a little longer."

"Haha, real funny," Shades crossed his arms, "What are you, the skittles guy now?"

Before Hot Pants could open the door to the exit, it burst open. Policemen entered the scene like swarming flies with one in particular pointing his finger like a gun. As if that can do damage. "ALRIGHT, WHAT'S THE EMERGENCY!" All the policemen including Necktie, the one sticking his finger out, looked for any signs of a scuffle but... everything appeared to be normal. How embarrassing.

"Oh...Uh. Wow. This was less destruction than from last time..."

MLLERMANDA: Gauges eats his snack lazily as he eventually goes to the bathroom for the moment to change back into his normal clothes."Hmph. Maybe someone will notice me." He notices some strangers who were with the bathroom with him and tries to get thier attetion by flanuting at them. "Like what you se--" However he accidently coughs on to them and they get disgusted, leaving the scene. "Crap." He gets out of the bathroom after trying to fix himself up with some tissues or in this case, toilet paper. He coughs and sniffles the whole way as he heads back to a bench that was at the corner of the convention. "Maaaan, today suckkkkkkksss." He whines to himself as he sneezes some more. Once, he did that he lays on the bench, trying to get some sleep. However, he hears the policemen and tries to turn his head, trying to see what was going on but quits. "FML." He whines to himself as he snuggles himself up, trying to get some sleep.

BRIT: "Well I hope the next ghost is more... I dunno, fun?" Jacket asked, looking at the other Angels."WELL NOW I CAN BUY MERCH!"

Amulet took the entire bowl. "Thanks." He said, stuffing a handful in his mouth.

Duster was a little shocked at the sudden influx of cops past himself and Hot Pants... Hoo boy.

"Can we help you, officers?" Strappon asked, "It's been a while since we've seen you here. Thanks for coming by, but we've got it handled." He kinda liked being cheeky.

COFFINCAT: Mary he laughs and he tilts his head, his smile fading as Knittens left. He frowns and looks down at his teddy , walking off to the booth of plushies. Ouchy.

TIMERIFTS: Onesie shrugged "Oh you don't have too!" she smiled sweetly, waving at him, even though she wanted to clench her teeth and make a scene "Keep being happy with your new friend, it's okay~" she giggled "Not the shoe thing don't worry. Hey they are leaving, they look pretty bummed out, better go save them!!" she shrugged, she should find red to talk about this weird feeling in her tummy, dad would know what to do.

KUMA: "Yeah the con isn't over yet and I still want to look around!" Pasties agreed. "Let's keep going then."

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Fasci just hoped they don't discover he killed a person, hopefully it'll be like last time where they had no evidence. Fascinator didn't need to be threatened with jail time. He kinda got a phobia of cops since... The incident. He snuggled closer to Jeokori and the alien seemed to get the idea as he protectively held him closer. Seriously, did they have a thing for each other or...? Knittens was out of breathe as he looked at both of them. If he couldn't even vote for the president, he is not choosing friends. Swallowing his spit, he grabs Onesie's arm and drags her to Mary and announces, "We should have fun at the con as a group! C'mon I think they have the space cartoon I like, you know the one right Onesie?"

KRO: "I gotta give you guys props for not destroying the place like last time..." Necktie admitted. "ALRIGHT MEN. DISPERSE." And as quick as they appeared, they disappeared. Into the day. Like majestic eagles.

This was too much for Hot Pants, he just wanted to eat, "Ugh. Let's just GO."

Hairpin snickered a little at Amulet, "Well I'm glad you guys like my candy. If you want, Bowtie, I can make you another bucket? Like just give me like a couple of bucks and we got a deal."

COFFINCAT: Mary was pretty shocked when onesie was dragged over too."W..we should?" He looked down at his teddy, feeling a bit uncomfortable. He was the awkward boner in the room. " Um..I-if you want to..." You could cut through that uncomfortable atmosphere with a dull plastic spork.

TIMERIFTS: Onesie flashed him a smile "Oh yeah, if that's what knittens thinks we should do" she did her best to not show how salty she was "Yeah let's go find that cartoons booth, an extra set of eyes couldn't hurt!!" she exclaimed, lowkey throwing glares at knittens, hoping no one would notice. She Really hated sharing

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens dragged both of them around, oblivious to the fact that this was just a not so good time. Dear god, please let this end not in blood. Fascinator spotted Knittens and the uh... Scary atmosphere. Calling out to his younger cousin, "Hey Knittens! Cufflink is gonna picks us up soon! So maybe say good bye to your friends (?)" Knittens nods and waves good bye to both of them; smiling happy and saying that he'd like to hang out with them again. how could this child just not get the message? They all walked out of the con where Cufflink begrudgingly drove them all home.

COFFINCAT: Mj he waves goodbye to Knittens and he makes his teddy wave too. " Bye Knittens!" He smiled a little bit. He looked up at onesie and he backed away a little bit. "U-um.."

TIMERIFTS: "Byee!!" she exclaimedOnesie waved to knittens as he left, then turned to MJ "It was nice meeting you, What's your teddies name?" she asked, being the best fake nice our there.

OSCARK9: "Well, that was fun." He said to himself. "Even though that was epic, I'm going home early and get my 9 hrs nap." Gloves slowly got up from the sitting booth, walked to the nearest food stand to order some Vanilla Milkshake, got his 'Ash-Greninja with Ash' shirt, call the cab, and off he went back to the Abbey.

COFFINCAT: "Nice..meeting you too I guess.." MJ hugs his teddy close to him. "It's Mommy's love.." he moved away from her. "M- Ms Onesie..if you um..don't like me..you don't have to pretend.." He said quietly.

TIMERIFTS: Onesie nodded "Ohh nice! Very cute" she smiled at him "Oh no see I just don't do well with sharing. I have no issue with you as a person" she shrugged, leaning in closer to him "wanna go check out the convention? I spent a long time working on this costume and it would be a shame if it went to waste hmm? I'm sure you put a lotta effort into yours as well"

COFFINCAT: Mary manages to make the cutest 'really bitch?' face possible. "But Knitten's is my friend too.." he pouts and squeezes his teddy, moving away. " And I think I'll be just f-fine on my own Ms. Onesie..enjoy your con!" Mj bows and basically drops the mic of the conversation.

TIMERIFTS: Onesie kept a smile throughout the whole thing "Oh if that's what you'd like" she shrugged "Oh that's nice" she turned, then skipped away after MJ had finished "Have fun!! See you around" she turned back "call me if you need anything though, protecting innocents is what I do as an angel" she waved sweetly before turning to go find some stuffed animals

COFFINCAT: Fox watched in the bushes, softly whispering, " Yo you just got told by a twelve year old fetus!"

#DCMissionaries #angel rp #ghost rp

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carey-pricemas · 7 years

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Gender Reveal- Jordie Benn

Y'all. I went to write this and I forgot that Jordie is now a Hab and I had to take a moment and cry over this fact. Again. Anyway... but I think this turned out really cute and I hope you like it guys! Enjoy!

Warning: None

Anon Request: Hi! Could I request an imagine for Jordie Benn where reader and him are married and expecting their first child and it's a boy. And it's just really cute and fluffy! Thanks in advance!! :)

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You had never wanted to be that cliché.

But here you were getting ready for your baby gender reveal party.

You and Jordie had been married for just over a year now and you were expecting your first child. Since the hockey season was over, your friends and family had gotten together to throw you a gender reveal party before everyone went their own way for the off season. It was their way of being supportive and celebrating with you, even if neither you nor Jordie planned on having a party.

"You excited?" Jordie asked, wrapping his arms around you, causing your baby to kick like crazy. He or she always knew when daddy was there.

"Oh yeah" you said. "Ever since I've been told about this, I've been anxious to find out, but" you paused as you turned to him. "You know I don't care right?"

"I know" he said, chuckling. "But they want to do this for us, so what'll it hurt, eh? And now we'll get to find out if it's going to be Jake or Jordan."

"I thought we'd agreed on Jasmine?"

"We'll discuss it" he said, kissing you. You rolled your eyes, but you were running late so there was no time to argue baby names now.

You had a few months to bring him to your side.

"Are you ready?"

"Absolutely. Let's go." Jordie helped you down the stairs and into the car to drive you to Carey's house. You and Angela had grown close in your time in Montreal and Angela was the one who had come up with the idea.

Everyone else just encouraged it.

"There's the happy mother to be!" You smiled as Chucky and Gally helped you out of the car. "Ready to find out what you're having?" Gally asked.

"Absolutely. I'm sure there's plenty of things to drag out the suspense though" you teased. Gally groaned.

Gally was probably more excited than you and Jordie combined to find out what you were having.

"You can wait another hour" Jordie said.

"Yes dad" Gally said. You laughed. You stepped inside the Price home and were immediately in awe. It was a nice grey color scheme with pops of blue and pink throughout the house.

"Hey!" You hugged Angela as the men made their way to where Carey was handing out beer. "It looks great in here! Thank you so much for doing all this for us."

"Not a problem" Angela said. "I'm so glad you guys were willing to let me do this."

"Can I steal her?" you looked behind Angela to see your brother-in-law. "Hey (Y/N)." You hugged Jamie tightly, your baby kicking like crazy. "Woah they're an active little fella, huh?"

"They're just happy to see Uncle Jamie again" you said laughing.

"So when are we going to get to find out what you're having?" he asked.

"Whenever Angela says so" you laughed. You were pulled away from your brother-in-law by an old friend. You spent the rest of the party catching up with your friends from Dallas and your family that you hadn't seen since the beginning of the season. Finally, Angela collected you and Jordie and led you out to the backyard.

"What are we doing?" Jordie asked.

"I'm guessing the reveal" you said looking around.

"Alright. Are you guys ready?" Angela asked. She handed you a hockey stick and set an egg on the ground in front of you. "It will explode with colored powder when you hit it."

"Easy enough" Jordie said.

"Yeah if you could hit something with your stick" one of the boys hollered back. You laughed as Jordie glowered in that direction.

"Ok ok" you said, still giggling. "We would like to say something first." Everyone was quiet as they waited for you. There were so many people that you loved, wanting to be here for you, Jordie, and your baby. Just that thought had you choked up. "Thank you all for coming out today to celebrate with us. It means a lot to Jordie and me."

"We'll be happy with whatever the results are" Jordie added. "If our little girl wants to play hockey, great! If our son wants to be a fashion designer or ballerina, also great! We just want a healthy-"

"And happy" you interrupted.

"And happy baby." Everyone clapped and cheered. You stood in front of Jordie, both your hands on the stick. "Ready?" he whispered in your ear. You nodded and both pulled back before swinging forward.

Blue powder exploded on the ground in front of you.

"A boy!" you cheered. You turned to Jordie who had a giant goofy grin on his face. "We're having a boy!"

"We are" he said, hugging you. Your family and friends surrounded you, but you only had eyes for Jordie. He wouldn't say it, but he wanted a little boy to skate with.

Looks like he'd get that.

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Ok this was adorable! Let me know what you thought! Up next: I'M GOING TO GET ALEX WENNBERG OUT I PROMISE!

#jordie benn #jo benn #montreal canadiens #nhl imagines #nhl imagine

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ererigarbage · 7 years

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You must remember, young thespians, learning is never seasonal. So, do allow the shimmering lights of summer to refresh and illuminate - your fertile young minds. - What's she talking about? The future greets you with its magic mirror, reflecting each golden moment, each emboldened choice. Dude, Miss Darbus has snapped her cap. Dude, you're actually listening? Yes, Jason. So, what was your favourite summer memory, Miss Darbus? Summers have passed fleetingly since I was your age, but I remember each with poignant clarity. Summer. Summer. Summer. Summer. - Summer. - Summer. - Summer. - Summer. - Summer. Summer. - Ashland Shakespeare Festival of... - Summer. Summer. Summer. ...'88 leaps fondly to mind. What time is it? Summertime Hey It's our vacation What time is it? Party time That's right Say it loud What time is it? The time of our lives Anticipation What time is it? Summertime School's out Scream and shout Finally summer's here Good to be chilling out I'm off the clock The pressure's off Now my girl's what it's all about Ready for some sunshine - For my heart to take a chance - Oh, yeah I'm here to stay, not moving away Ready for a summer romance Everybody's ready, going crazy Yeah, we're out Come on and let me hear you say it now, right now What time is it? Summertime Hey It's our vacation What time is it? Party time That's right Say it loud What time is it? The time of our lives Anticipation What time is it? Summertime School's out Scream and shout Goodbye to rules No summer school I'm free to shop till I drop It's an education vacation And the party never has to stop We've got things to do We'll see you soon And we're really gonna miss you all Goodbye to you and you And you and you Bye-bye until next fall Everybody ready, going crazy yeah, we're out Come on and let me hear you say it now, right now What time is it? Summertime Hey It's our vacation What time is it? Party time That's right Say it loud What time is it? The time of our lives Anticipation What time is it? Summertime School's out Scream and shout No more waking up at 6:00 a.m. 'Cause now our time is all our own Enough already, we're waiting Come on, let's go Go out of control All right Everybody Yeah Come on School pride, let's show it We're champions and we know it Wildcats, yeah, are the best, yeah Red, white and gold When it's time to win, we do it We're number one, we proved it Let's live it up, yeah, party down That's what this summer's all about What time is it? Summertime is finally here Yeah Let's celebrate We wanna hear you loud and clear now School's out We can sleep as late as we want to It's our time Now we can do whatever we wanna do What time is it? It's summertime We'll be loving it Come on and say it again now What time is it? It's party time Party time Let's go and have the time of our lives Let's go Yeah No, but seriously, guys, this summer I gotta make bank. My parents keep talking about how much college is gonna cost. Yeah, my folks are gonna match whatever I make, but I gotta get hired first. Me, too. I'm saving up for a car, so I can take that little hottie on a proper date. Gabriella. I understand you've moved every summer for the past five years, and I'd hate to think today is goodbye. No worries. My mom promised I'm here until graduation next year. Bless Mom's little heart. Sharpay, we got off to a rough start, but you really came through. I mean, you helped me with the winter musical. I did? Those vocal exercises? See you. Gabriella and I have had, like, five job interviews, but we keep getting beat out by college kids. Yeah, same here. I guess I'm back in the babysitting business. Hey, Martha. Hey, Taylor. Hey, Kelsi, what are you planning to do this summer? Grow, write music. Grow. Your summer activities consultant has arrived. Hopefully some of those activities will include a job. Hey, whatever happens, as long as we're together, it's cool, right? You promise? Here's my promise. - "T" as in Troy? - Well, I... Yeah. Hey, man, how's it going? There you go, boss. Hoops. Let's go. Yeah, sure, sure. We're not busy or anything. Let's go. We could go to the movies, download music. Oh, I'm definitely teaching you a twisted-flip on the skateboard. Oh, and I have first-aid training, so I can patch myself up afterwards. All right! "Going to movies, listening to music. "And, golly, Troy, I have first-aid training." Oh, please. Oh. Come here, Kelsi. I have a summer job for you. At our country club. Our rehearsal pianist is evidently moving. Or hiding. - Pardon? - Sounds great. Cheer up, Shar, it's summer. We can do whatever we want to. Everything changes. Ryan, who's the absolute primo boy at East High? I'd say Troy Bolton has that category pretty much locked up, don't you think? And East High's primo girl? - Just answer the question! - Gosh, you? Troy, Sharpay. Sharpay, Troy. Sharpay... Shar. - It just makes sense. - Evidently not to Troy. But it's summer, Ry. Everything changes. What time is it? Summertime Hey It's our vacation What time is it? Party time That's right Say it loud What time is it? The time of our lives Anticipation What time is it? Summertime School's out Scream and shout Nice workout, fellas. - I'm starving. - Me, too. I'll tell you what. I'm seeing moves I didn't see last season. - Keep it coming, guys! - Yeah. What team? Wildcats! All right! Yo, time for milk. - So, guys, how's the job hunt coming? - The big zero. - Girlfriend alert. - Talk to me. This is Thomas Fulton, General Manager of Lava Springs Country Club here in Albuquerque. I understand you've been looking for summer work. Hey, Troy, does Gabriella still remember your name, or did she find somebody new to karaoke with this summer? That sounds fantastic, Mr Fulton. But how did you get my name? Well, we've always had a student summer work programme here at Lava Springs. So, are you ready? Here's the thing. I know the most amazing girl... I mean, student. Straight A's, quintuple straight A's, and it would be so amazingly perfect if... Man, he's really working someone. It can't be Gabriella. Whenever she calls, he just blushes. Yeah, I never said that. Yes! - What's up, dog? - Nothing. Nothing. Nothing! Okay. I'll tell you what, you guys stick together this summer, you work on the game, and we are talking back-to-back - championships next fall. - Yeah! Can we all redirect this energy by carrying in the groceries? - Yes, Mrs Bolton. - Yes, Mrs Bolton. Hey, we're kicking off another hot summer here in Albuquerque. So, for those cool enough to have a convertible, crank up the sound, breathe that fresh air, and say hello to summer! Miss Evans, Mr Evans, looking very sharp this summer. Welcome back to Lava Springs. Thank you, Charles. Hi, boy! Oh, can you find some shade for my car? - Even if we have to plant a tree. - Fulton. And may I say, welcome back. It's good to be home. Are the flyers ready? This year we embossed the flyers for the show. Inspired. I plan to limit member talent auditions to 30 seconds each. Amateur performers are very... - Draining? - Yes. Understood. And should I... We be so fortunate as to win the Star Dazzle Award again. But where would we put it? We're planning on expanding the trophy case. The designs are in my office. - Fulton, you are so efficient. - Well... The staffing matter we discussed? Done. With discretion. Fabulous. - Oh, stop it. Yes. Yes. - Ryan! - Sharpay! - Girls. Your chaise in its usual spot, Miss Evans? Thank you, Javier. Emma, Jackie and Lea, east of me. Oh, and you'll be a prince to angle our chaises on the hour, as the sun moves. Well, thanks to the kind words from your mother last season, I've been promoted. But, no worries, I'll make sure that the new lifeguard is fully briefed on just how you like things. So, what's the theme of the summer talent show, Sharpay? - Redemption. - Love it. It was a very trying year, ladies. My drama department was invaded by outsiders, singers coming from the chemistry lab and locker room. Shocking, really. Sis, we've got the pool, the entire club, and the whole summer to enjoy it. And the spa has been redone. There's a guacamole facial and a seaweed body scrub on the menu. What could be more fabulous? - More ice. - Right away, Miss Evans. It's out with the old And in with the new Goodbye, clouds of grey Hello, skies of blue A dip in the pool A trip to the spa Endless days in my chaise The whole world according to moi Excuse me. Thank you. Iced tea imported from England Lifeguards imported from Spain Towels imported from Turkey And turkey imported from Maine We're gonna relax and renew You go do I want fabulous That is my simple request All things fabulous Bigger and better and best I need something inspiring to help me get along I need a little fabulous Is that so wrong? Fetch me my Jimmy Choo flip-flops Where is my pink Prada tote? I need my Tiffany hair-band Then I can go for a float A summer like never before I want more She wants fabulous That is her simple request All things fabulous Bigger and better and best She needs something inspiring to help her get along She needs a little fabulous Is that so wrong? Fabulous pool Fabulous splash Read my lips. Fabulous parties Even fabulous trash Fabulous fashion No. Fabulous bling Yeah. She's got to have fabulous everything Nothing to discuss Everything's got to be perfect for... Me! She wants fabulous That is her simple request All things fabulous Bigger and better and best She needs something inspiring to help her get along She needs a little fabulous Is that so wrong? This won't do That's a bore That's insulting I need more I need, I need, I need I need, I need, I need I need fabulous I want fabulous Fabulous hair, fabulous style Fabulous eyes and that fabulous smile Oh, I like what I see I like it a lot Is this absolutely fabulous? Fabulous, fabulous, fabulous Absolutely. Not. Yeah! I got you. I got you. It's okay. - What are you doing here? - I'm the new lifeguard. Wait, are you a member here? I told you to hire Troy Bolton, not the entire East High student body! You told me to hire Troy Bolton. "Whatever it takes." Well, why didn't you warn me about the rest of them? I did discuss the matter with the Lava Springs board, of course. The board. You mean, our... Mother! Gabriella Montez and the Wildcats? Mother, how could you? Think of your future, kitten. These are your school chums, not the fuddy-duddy Lava Springs staff. These are not my chums! They'll steal my talent show. And what fresh talent you'll have for your summer show. Mother, did you hear what I just said? Ryan, talk to Mother. - Hi, Mom. - Ducky! How's my dashing boy? Tell pumpkin if she worries too much, she'll get frown lines. Namaste. - I want them out! - But your mother specifically said... Oh, don't mention that backstabbing yogini to me! If you can't fire them, make them wanna quit. I'm hoping Chef Michael's gonna teach me the art of Austrian flake pastry. And Sharpay's gonna be where I work every day. How much better can summer get? Right? Right? - A real dream come true. - Lf you actually get to know her, - I mean she's... - Dude. Hey, I didn't even know Sharpay's parents owned this place. Mr Fulton just said, you know, there's Wildcat fans at Lava Springs, and jobs are available. So, I said let's go for it. Inspiring, Mr Bolton. Truly inspiring. However, what we're looking for from all of you, is not inspiration, but perspiration. Confirming assignments. Bolton, Danforth, waiters. And, when needed, caddies. What? Miss McKessie, I'm told that you're efficient. - Well... - Prove it. You'll handle member activities. Keep me in sight at all times. Kelsi, piano. Lunchtime and cocktail hour. That means mood music, not new music. Capisce? Martha, chopping, cutting, preparing plates. Do complete the summer with the equal amount of digits I assume you currently possess. Oh, Zeke, you will assist Chef Michael in the... The promised land. You hold on to that. Mr Fulton, Your Excellency, sir, would it be okay if we draw straws to see who has to wait on Sharpay? Please, none of you will be waiting on Sharpay. Oh, yes. Snap. - You will be serving Miss Evans. - Who's that? Always address our members as Mr, Mrs, or Miss. Let's practise. - Do we have to? - Shall we? "Miss Evans, would you care for lemonade?" Actually, I'm not Miss Evans. I'm Jason. - It smells so good and I am so hungry. - No, wait. You don't... - No, no, no. - What's for lunch? Miss Montez. It would seem your lunch break does not start for 3.5 minutes. I do hope no members drowned in your absence. Henceforth, do clock in and out on time. Three infractions of any kind, and your employment is terminated. Capisce? Chop, chop, chop. - Okay, that man officially scares me. - Yeah. Suddenly, I'm beginning to miss detention with Miss Darbus. - How sick is that? - Come on. We got a hoop out back, two free meals a day, and we only have to wear these stupid outfits on duty. All for one, and one for all. All right? - This is our summer. Now, what team? - Wildcats! - What team? - Wildcats! Come on. How did we get from the top of the world to the bottom of the heap? I don't recall you mentioning the boss is such a creep We still have the ingredients to make this summer sweet Well, we got rags instead of riches And all these dirty dishes Just wish I had three wishes Okay, guys, break it up. We've got to work, work to work this out We'll make things right The sun will shine If we work, work, there'll be no doubt We can still save the summer if we work this out Dude, what have you gotten us into? Come on. We can totally turn this thing around! I'd rather face a seven footer straight up in the post Yeah That sure beats hanging here And burning someone's toast I needed Benjamins But this ain't worth the stress Maybe there's a better way to fix this greasy mess We're a champion team A well-oiled machine And we've faced tougher problems than this I know it's a grind But I'm sure we can find A way to have fun while we get this job done We've got to work, work to work this out We'll make things right The sun will shine We got to work, work There'll be no doubt If we all come together We can work this out Let's work it! Tell me what you want Tell me what you need A little bit of sugar A little bit of butter It's the perfect recipe Payday It'll taste so sweet Payday Good enough to eat Gonna make some motion pictures Hit the mall with all my sisters Get tickets to the Knicks and Sixers Kick it with the music mixers Buy a ride that suits my style Lounge around the pool awhile Make a date with my favourite girl We've got it made Whoa, we've got to work, work to work this out We'll make things right The sun will shine If we work, work, there'll be no doubt We can still save the summer If we work this out Work this Got to work this We can work this out So, can we work this out? Yeah, we can work it out. Send the waiters right in. Miss me? Of course you did. Hey, you ever been on a golf course? We're employees, Troy. Not members. And I don't play golf. Who said anything about golf? Are you sure it's okay for us to be out here? Yeah, unless the jackrabbits turn us in. So, how's kitchen duty? Oh, you know, the team that washes dishes together, wins together. My mom said summer jobs look good on college applications. All part of the frightening concept called "our future." Are you worried? Hey, college costs a fortune. My parents are saving pennies, unlike the people at this place. You're a cinch for a scholarship. I'm only as good as whatever happens next season. It's... I always liked the idea of being in charge of my future, until it actually started happening. So, let's just think about right now, because I've never been in one place for an entire summer, and this means a lot to me, especially being here with... Such an outstanding peanut-butter and-jelly-sandwich maker like me? I want to remember this summer, Troy. - Here, catch. - Oh, I love this game. - Ready? - Go. - Beautiful. - Very nice! Oh. Your turn. - You didn't catch a single one of them. - You... That was so bad. Fulton, when I was on the fourth fairway today, it seemed bone dry. Oh, no way! Could you tell maintenance to give it a little extra splash? No way! - May I have this dance? - Why, of course you may. Let's go then. You are gonna get so wet! Yeah! Keep an eye on them tomorrow and keep me posted. Why are you smiling? No worries, Ryan. This is our turf, remember? First a break-time infraction, now frolicking on the golf course. We are not off to an auspicious start, are we, Miss Montez? Actually, Mr Fulton, this was my idea, so she's... How gallant, but irrelevant. We won't allow this to happen again, will we? Good morning, everybody. - Good morning. - Good morning. - Smells good. That smells good. - Hey, Martha. - Hey. - Hey, Jason. - Hey, morning. - What's up? Yeah You are the music in me - Sounding good, Kels. - Thanks. Actually, I need to go get ready for the ladies' luncheon. Won't exactly be rocking out. You know, I am so excited about the club's talent show. I mean, the employees get to do a number, and I have ideas for everyone. You guys can sing the lead, and maybe Zeke and Chad can do backup, and everyone can dance. Big timeout on that one. My singing career began and ended with the East High Winter Musical. I'm just here to make a cheque and sneak in the pool after work. That's... That's really it. What was that you were playing a minute ago? Oh, it's... It's nothing. It's just nothing. What's this? Well, I was thinking if you'd do the show, that I wanted to be ready, and I wrote this for you guys. Come on. Go. Yeah You are the music in me You know the words "Once upon a time" Make you listen, there's a reason When you dream There's a chance you'll find A little laughter, or happy ever after You're harmony to the melody That's echoing inside my head A single voice above the noise And like a common thread You're pulling me When I hear my favourite song I know that we belong Oh, you are the music in me Yeah, it's living in all of us And it's brought us here because Because you are the music in me Yeah, yeah, yeah You are the music in me It's like I knew you before we met Can't explain it There's no name for it I sang you words I've never said - And it was easy - So easy Because you see the real me As I am, you understand And that's more than I've ever known, oh To hear your voice above the noise And know I'm not alone Oh, you're singing to me When I hear my favourite song I know that we belong You are the music in me It's living in all of us And it's brought us here because You are the music in me Together we're gonna sing We got the power to sing what we feel Connected and real Can't keep it all inside Oh, yeah Oh, yeah - Oh, yeah - Yeah, yeah, yeah You are the music in me Oh, yeah Oh, yeah You are the music in me When I hear my favourite song I know that we belong We belong You are the music in me It's living in all of us It's brought us here because You are the music in me Oh yeah Oh yeah You are the music in me Yeah - Oh, I love that song. - Great job, Kels. Oh, I've got the talent show sign-up sheet right here. Are you in? Maybe we can work this out, but only if we're all in this together. Yeah! This is going to be fantastic. I'm going to coordinate rehearsal to coincide with all of our schedules. Goldenthroat, this is Jazz Square. We may have trouble. Now, it's an amazing song, but Kelsi didn't write it for us. Hi, Mom. - Seaweed scrub, darling? - Maybe later. Ryan, it might be wonderful if Troy participates in our talent show. What? If he sings with Gabriella then our whole show is going to be the "Troy and Gabriella Show." I'm not certain Gabriella is ideally suited to help Troy realise his full potential at Lava Springs. Mommy, what time is Daddy gonna be here? We tee off at noon. Join us? Love to. Up. And how shall we get to the food today, sir? - I don't know, perhaps skipping. - Very well then. Shall we? Hipty scouty, hipty skipty, hipty skipty, hipty skipty... Danforth, Bolton, you're caddying today. $40 a bag. You've been requested. - What? - By who? Dude, who cares? For $40, I'd caddy for Godzilla. Close, very close. Thank you. - Thanks. - Thanks, man. Hey, boys! So, Troy, I thought it was time for you to meet my parents. Enchantée. - Awesome. - Hi. Hello. So, where's your dad? Hi, Daddy! Where's the first tee and what's the course record? I'm just kidding. I built the course myself and I hold the record, but who's counting? Princess. - Son, you've been working out. - Yoga. Bring that around, there you go. Quite a season you boys had. Oh, Troy played for the golf team, too, Daddy. Oh, versatile. How about you, son? - Baseball. Track and field. - Outstanding. Might come in handy the way I play golf. Fair warning. Fore! - Brilliant, darling. Brilliant. - Lovely. Chad, you'll be caddying for Mother. Troy, Daddy. Daddy. Bravo! Brilliant. Let's take a walk. - Is that a new outfit? - Yes, just this morning. And yours? This old thing? I got it last week. Come on, Chad. What do you think? Well, it's 190 to the pin, downhill lie, elevated green. I'd go with a full five, sir. Hi. - Nice call. - All right. Princess, grab your pitching wedge. This one's yours. Thanks, Daddy. Line it up. That's my girl. That girl needs to take up knitting. Or some sport where she can only injure herself. - I'm in the sand. - Me, too. Knees, hips, shoulders, hat. Good. Drill it. Backboard. Yes! That's my boy. - Where... - I have no idea. Gabriella! Dinner tonight? Sneak a swim? Troy! - Oh, lovely, darling. - Nice. Daddy, why not let Troy try a shot? - Of course. Of course. - No, I shouldn't. - Come on. - Are you sure? - Yeah! - Yes, sir. - Are you sure it's okay, Mr Evans? - It sure is. - Give it a ride. - Thank you. - Here you go, Daddy. - Thank you, dear. - That's a beautiful swing. - Really beautiful. That is a beautiful swing. - That was awesome. - Thanks, man. - Come on! What do you say we... - What? I don't know. Off we go. I'm saving up for a car. I'm saving up for a car. Well, Tiger Woods would have been proud to make that putt! What a shame that Troy is only bussing dishes all summer, given that he's a potential star for your alma mater, Daddy. I've seen Troy play basketball. I think the U of A Redhawks will be very interested in him. That's inspired, Daddy. Troy is very concerned about college. - Really? - Yeah. - How's Coach Bolton these days? - Oh, fantastic. Outstanding. What? Oh, next time I see Country Club Princess, I'm gonna launch her and her pink cart straight into the lake. I'll build the ramp, buddy. Danforth, this is a kitchen, not a day spa. You and Jason suit up for dinner duty in the dining room. Bolton, you have five minutes to change and come with me. In case you're not familiar with this particular item, it goes around your neck, like a dog collar. Chop-chop. - And she stepped on the ball. - I did not. - Yes, you did. - I can believe that. Hey! Here's our superstar. Troy Bolton, this is Peter. - Peter. Good to meet you. - How are you? - This is Claire. - Hello. - And you know the family. - Hello. This kid's pretty handy on the fairways as well as the hard court. Bet you worked up yourself an appetite lugging those bags all over the place, huh? Yeah, yeah. A little bit. What do you say we get some food, and we can talk about your future. - My future? - Yeah, sit down. Have a seat. Daddy's on the board of directors at the University of Albuquerque. So, Troy, I saw your championship game. I mean, wow! That last-second shot at the buzzer... Outstanding. Actually, my teammates here stole the ball, otherwise I wouldn't have had a chance... Oh, you're much too modest, Troy. You were voted MVP for the entire season. This shirt positively screams for a Windsor knot. - Thank you. - Let me get that for you. You know, we've got a heck of a basketball programme over at U of A, and an excellent scholarship programme as well. Scholarship? Yeah. You know, between the two of us here, we... We pull a little weight over at the school. Well, time flies when you're having fun, but Mr Fulton will probably want me clocking out. Come on. Don't be silly. You haven't had any dessert, and we haven't talked about golf, yet. Oh, basketball and golf are just the beginning with Troy, Daddy. Have you heard him sing? Oh, triple threat. Oh, how wonderful. Troy can participate in the talent show. Oh, come on, Troy. Give them a sample. Kelsi! Kelsi. No, actually my voice is... Is feeling a little bit hoarse tonight, you know, all the talking. But thank you very much for the food and the golf and everything. It was amazing. But you will sing some other time, though? With me. Promise? - Promise. - Perfect. Dessert? Sorry I'm late! Give me two more minutes. Nice tie. Your shoes don't match though. Kidding. Honey, two minutes is being late, but an hour is approaching a felony. Just because Troy's a nice guy, doesn't mean he's immune to boy disease. Boy disease? Yeah, forgetting things he shouldn't forget. Oh, so now you're a boy expert? My older sister has 10 rules about boy behaviour, and nine of them involve boys forgetting things they should never forget, like dinner dates. Well, it wasn't an official date type of thing. Rule number three, all dates are official, whether the boy knows it or not. - You're not done. - But I'm done for the day, sir. And actually, I have a date. Mr Bolton, you're under the mistaken impression I'm interested in what you have to say. Just follow me. - But I... - No more speaking. - Hey, where are we going? - Please, Mr Bolton. - How long is this gonna take? - Watch your step. Insurance issues. I'm supposed to have a date tonight. But the evening is young and so are you. Well, where are we? Hold your applause until the very end. What the heck? Mr Fulton? A long time ago In a land far away Lived the pineapple princess, Tiki She was sweet as a peach In a pineapple way But so sad that she hardly speaky Still, if you listen well You'll hear her secret wish Aloha, everybody, my name is Tiki. I long to free A truly remarkable fish My sweet prince Humu, humu, nuku, nuku, a pua'a Makahiki malihini who Humu, humu, nuku, nuku, a pua'a Ooh Hawana waka, waka, waka Niki pu, pu, pu Ryan, the fog! She dreams of a boy Who is under a spell That has left him all wet and scaly I sing from my heart Of the power of love Just a girl with a ukulele - Come to me - Come to her - My sweet one, and be still - Be still I'll grasp your tail Then stroke each tender gill My sweet prince Humu, humu, nuku, nuku, a pua'a Makahiki malihini who Humu, humu, nuku, nuku, a pua'a Ooh Hawana waka, waka, waka Niki pu, pu, pu Now this is where we lead into the whole Kabuki thing. The clouds turned grey And the big sky cried And the ocean had a fit Ryan! Where's my ocean? Then the wind went whoosh And thunder cracked And mighty Mount Fufu spit Mighty Mount Fufu spit Tiki, Tiki Want to speaky, speaky, speaky With the mighty spirit Fufu Tiki, Tiki Want to speaky, speaky, speaky - The words I will not mince - Word! Please make a man Of my fresh fish prince This is real fish talk. No lie. And then the fish turns into a gorgeous prince and sings... I'm Prince Humu Humu, nuku, nuku, a pua'a No. No way. Makahiki malihini who With me. Humu, humu, nuku, nuku, a pua'a Hawana waka, waka, waka Niki pu, pu, pu Everybody! Humu, humu, nuku, nuku, a pua'a Makahiki malihini who Humu, humu, nuku, nuku, a pua'a Hawana waka, waka, waka Niki pu, pu, pu Waka, waka, waka Niki pu, pu, pu Waka, waka, waka Niki pu, pu, pu One minute. We'll talk about this later. So, you love it? Look, you ever tried just singing? I mean, without all the lights and sets and, like, backup people? Well, it'd be much harder to get applause that way. I'm not talking about applause. I'm talking about hanging out with friends. You know, doing nothing, and singing for fun. Wait a minute. Not doing anything. That might work. A dark stage, a single spotlight. We break out of darkness into the circle of light. - Wait, "we"? - No set, no frills. - Oh, man. - Simple. Dramatic. Just you and me. That is such a great idea, Troy. We could do it at our club talent show. Look, I'm here to work. Sharpay, I already told you being onstage really is your thing, it's not mine. It could be our thing. Time out on that one, okay? I've got an "our thing," it's with Gabriella, and... And I'm very late for her, so I got to go. - But the show could be so amazing... - I love your shoes. - You like them? - I really do. I bought them in New York. I have them in nine colours. Girls! Again from the top. Hey, lifeguard! You're crazy, Wildcat! And so late, but I brought food, a few little candles. I'm good for a poolside picnic. What do you say? Zeke even made desserts. But first, I dare you to jump in. You know we're not supposed to be in the pool. Club rules. Cramp! I need a lifeguard! Rescue me! Rescue me! Here I come! Thanks for coming in. Follow me. Oh, listen. You know, right now, with you, it's finally starting to feel like summer. Yeah, it is. The water bugs are back. Look, Mr Fulton, this was my idea, she had nothing to do with it. I generously overlooked your previous break violation, but then came the golf course jaunt, and now this. Two strikes. Don't get a third. Out of the pool. Sharpay's dad let me play a few holes and then invited me to dinner with some U of A alumni. Really? And they were talking about scholarships, while Jason and Chad were, like, serving me. And getting paid for it. It's called a job. You were invited, nothing wrong with that. Yeah. I don't know. It felt weird. I love that you've got the team working together, but you're not gonna be a Wildcat forever. The team is now, and that's... It's good, but everybody's got their own future. I'm not sure I know what you mean. Well, when you graduate, lots of people are gonna be chasing the same opportunities. There's nothing wrong with keeping your eye on the prize. In fact, if you don't, you get left behind. Yeah, I know, I'm just saying, I didn't get my friends jobs at the club so they could sit and watch me eat in the dining room. You know, I'm just saying never be ashamed of attention, as long as you've earned it. You know, a scholarship's special, that's why there's only a few to go around. Yeah, yeah. I get it, Dad. Okay. So, how was the food at Lava Springs? Insanely good. - Take it out for a spin. - No way. Well, you didn't think I was going to drive this heap, did you? Yes! Yes! Okay, bring those knees up as high as you can and circle those arms. Hey, water bug. Last night was so fun. I really didn't mean to get you in trouble. Same here. - So, maybe today we can have our... - Troy? What time is your lunch break? Troy! - 1:30. - 1:30, great. Free cheeseburgers are on me. Everybody looks great. Awesome job. Okay, now, some jumping jacks. Hey. What is she up to? - Who knows? - Believe me, she does. I'm sorry I'm late, Mr Fulton, but about the pool thing last night, you can't blame Gabriella... - I'm promoting you. - You're what? There's an opening as an assistant to the golf pros. Salaried job, no clocking in. - But, I... - $500 a week, plus tips. What? Per week? Oh, my... That's off the hook! I think it sounds very manageable. Shall we? Bolton! - Wait. So you want me to teach golf? - To kids. Oh, the joy. - But, sir, I don't think I'm qualified. - Worry not. Simply show the little angels which end of the club to hold, tee the ball up, then duck. In addition, the board is extending membership privileges to you. You have complete use of club facilities, but do so prudently, meaning, fellow Wildcats? Not. Congratulations. You'll find an appropriate choice of clothing here. Do not mix checks with plaids, blue with browns, and avoid wearing white socks at all cost. Leave your shoes outside the locker, they will be buffed and polished each evening. Yes! Oh, man! Save it for the first tee. And to get there, this might come in handy. That's the key to your golf cart. Number 14. The same number that's on your basketball uniform, so I'm told. Questions? How did this happen? It would seem that the Evans family thinks you have untapped potential. Young man, the future is full of uncharted waters, and this family has real clout, so I suggest you take the ride. Yeah. Italian. Awesome, junior golfers! You guys look amazing! Hey! Hey! Slow down, champ. Slow down. Save some for the other kids. There you go. Cool shorts, buddy. All right. Hey. Hey, cutie. Try holding the club that way, you're going to hit it way farther. All right. Nice backswing, man. Nice backswing. Good job, killer. Make the ball fear you. You look good. Great job, everybody. Good job, guys! - Bolton. Bolton. Your 11:30 is here. - Thanks, man. Good luck, buddy. Troy! Oh, man. - Cool balls. - Thanks. You're welcome. By the end of summer, you'll have me playing like a pro. Yeah. If I live that long. I'm so excited about the show. Oh, and don't worry. We'll find something great to do. Look, Sharpay, I already told you, singing really isn't my thing. And here's the best news, all the Redhawk boosters will be there. - Really? - Of course. We'll lock up your scholarship with a high "C" right from centre stage. We're all in this together, right? Your parents have been really, really nice, Sharpay, but singing with you isn't a part of my job. I know, just something you promised to do. Remember? You look fabulous in your new clothes, by the way. - You like the shoes? They're Italian. - Nice. Let me show you how this is done. It's really easy. Just line up to your target. Nice, easy backswing. - Hey, Gab. - Hey! That girl's got more moves than an octopus in a wrestling match. - Nah. He knows how to swim. - Yeah. Troy can handle himself. I did overhear him asking her for her opinion on his new Italian golf shoes. He didn't ask me. So, wake up, sister! She's basically offering him a college education just to sing with her in the talent show. - Troy would never do that. - You got eyes, use them. - Let's go eat. - Yeah, I got to go. Hey, see you later? - Okay. - Okay. You're going to take it back and through. - Troy, Fulton wants you in the lobby. - Fantastic. Thank you. See you. And she steps on the ball. - Troy Bolton. This is... - I've seen them all play at U of A. Oh, all right. Well, come scrimmage at our gym. It'll be good for your game. - Play with you guys? - Yeah. Let's get down, bro. - Awesome. - All right. - Let's all get some awesome lunch. - Yeah. I knew it! Coral blue! It's perfect for your skin tone. And mine, too! We are majorly skin-tone compatible, Troy. - I have no idea what that means. - You don't need to. I'm here for you. - Who's hungry? - Let's eat. I mean, how can you hit the ball straight if your clubs don't trust you? - That's the key. So, it's all in the grip. - Okay. You got to hold it just right. That looks great. Hey, I almost forgot. I ordered Swiss on my burger. So, go ahead and check it out, man. Try it. See what you think. Danforth, table three needs more iced tea. Now, rotate your hands over the top. - Put your thumb on that side. - Okay. There you go, man. You're good. I'll see you on the course. - Yeah. Let's do it, man. - Yeah. - Zeke! Troy wants Swiss. - Coming right up. You know, you were right. There's a guy out there that looks just like Troy Bolton, but I have no idea who he really is. Oh, hey. Kelsi's got some great new ideas - to spice up the talent show. It's got... - I'm thrilled. That new duet that Troy and Gabriella sang? I need it. - Actually, it's not available. - Repeat. Well, it's something I wrote for Troy and Gabriella, just in case they decide to... You're an employee, not a fairy godmother. Let's have it. Transpose it into my key. Troy and I will be doing it in the talent show. Oh, and brighten up the tempo. We'll need to keep people awake. What about our song? - What about Humu Humu? - Change in plans. What am I supposed to do with my Tiki Warrior outfit? Save it for Halloween, go to a luau, sell it online. I don't know! But in the meantime, keep an eye on those Wildcats. If they're planning on being in the show, which I doubt, once they hear about Troy and me, I don't want any surprises. Oh, and don't worry, I'll find a song for you somewhere in the show. - Or the next show. - Really? Don't strain yourself, slick. Entertainers are so temperamental. Transpose! Look at you. - Go, team. - Yeah. It's a gift from the guys. The "guys"? Oh, you mean all those tall people? Yeah. Yeah. Hey, look. I got to go in a minute, but I'll be back in about an hour. I'll pick you up in my new truck and we'll go to a movie. I promise. "Promise" is a really big word, Troy. Yeah. I know. And we've got the staff baseball game after work. Remember, you "promised" that you'd play? Right. Right. Baseball. I will absolutely meet you there. - You forgot, didn't you? - No. I just got the date mixed up. And I'm sorry I couldn't make lunch today. I just... It's been wild, you know? I can't believe how things are working out here. So I see. Italian golf shoes, new clothes, golf carts. That's crazy stuff. Hard to keep track of it all, I bet. So, what's your point? It just doesn't seem like new stuff, it seems like a new Troy. All right, let's see if Tiger Woods still has a jump shot. - Hey, hey, Bolton! Come on! - Hey! Why don't you tell them to come over here and mix it up? We'll show them some game. You know, I don't think that's how they roll. That's not how they "roll"? No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I just think it's a closed practice. Sorry. Wow. Well, maybe you can get us a video? Bolton, come on! But yesterday you said we were going to play two-on-two after work, - before the baseball game. - I know. I know, man. I'm sorry. Come on, Zeke, that was so yesterday. You know, when we were all on a team! - Hey, man. - Hey, how's it going? Hey, Bolton! That's my ball. - Here we go! - How's it going, guys? Would you guys be mad at me if I ask him to get me one of those cool Redhawk jackets? Hey. Come on. I'm so excited about the game. It's going to be so cool. Hey, Ryan. No rehearsals? My sister is working up something new. So, you coming to the baseball game? I'm not staff. Wasn't invited. Hey, everyone's invited. Come on. Hop in. All right. Hold on! All right! Right here! Beep, beep! Beep, beep! What, did Fulton send you out here to spy on us? Nah, my sister did. She thinks you guys are going to upstage her talent show. Oh, no worries. We were going to do the show, but then Troy bailed on us, so, whatever. What do you mean "whatever"? It's our summer, remember? I thought we decided doing the show would be fun. - Well, I think so. - Me, too. - Who are we kidding? - I don't think so. We don't know how to put together a show. No, but he does. If we have a real director putting it together, it could be great. Have the employees ever won a Star Dazzle Award? - Hey, now... - I know what you can do, Ryan, - so why not do it for us? - All right, look, if you want to play ball, then grab a mitt, but I don't dance. You don't think dancing takes some game? - You got game? - A little. Yes! Hey, pitcher. Ball. All right! Let's hustle! Come on! Wildcats! Get your head in the game! Hey! Oh! Play ball Hey, hey! Hey, batter batter, hey, batter batter Swing I've got to just do my thing Hey, batter batter, hey, batter batter Swing Yeah I'll show you that it's one and the same Baseball, dancing, same game It's easy Step up to the plate, start swinging I want to play ball now and that's all This is what I do It ain't no dance that you can show me Hey, hey, hey - Yeah - You'll never know - Oh, I know - lf you never try There's just one little thing that stops me every time - Yeah - Come on! - I don't dance - I know you can - Not a chance - No - lf I can do this, well, you can do that - But I don't dance - Hit it out of the park - I don't dance - I say you can - There's not a chance - Oh - Slide home, you score Swinging on the dance floor I don't dance, no Hey, batter batter, hey, batter batter Swing I've got to just do my thing Hey, batter batter, hey, batter batter Swing Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Two stepping, now you're up to bat Bases loaded, do your dance It's easy, take your best shot Just hit it I've got what it takes playing my game So, you better spin that pitch you're gonna throw me - Yeah - I'll show you how I swing - You'll never know - Oh, I know If you never try There's just one little thing - That stops me every time - Yeah, come on - I don't dance - I know you can - Not a chance - No, no If I can do this Well, you can do that - But I don't dance - Hit it out of the park - I don't dance - I say you can There's not a chance Oh no Slide home, you score Swingin' on the dance floor I don't dance no Lean back, tuck it in, take a chance Swing it out, spin around do the dance I wanna play ball not dance hall I'm makin' a triple not a curtain call I can prove it to you till you know it's true 'Cause I can swing it I can bring it to the diamond too You're talkin' a lot Show me what you got Stop Swing Hey Swing it like this Yeah oh - Swing - Come on - Jitterbug - Just like that oh That's what I mean That's how you swing You make a good pitch but I don't believe - I say you can - I know I can't I don't dance You can do it I don't dance, no Nothin' to it Atta boy, Atta boy, yeah Hey, batter batter, hey, batter batter What One, two, three, four Everybody, swing, come on - I don't dance - I know you can Not a chance No, no If I can do this Well, you can do that But I don't dance Hit it out of the park - I don't dance - I say you can There's not a chance No, no If I can do this Well, you can do that But I don't dance Hit it out of the park - I don't dance - I know you can Not a chance No, no If I can do this Well, you can do that But I don't dance Hit it out of the park - I don't dance - I say you can - There's not a chance - Oh Slide home, you score Swinging on the dance floor I don't dance, no Safe! That's it! It's okay! Hey, Evans. I'm not saying I'm going to dance in the show, but if I did, what would you have me do? Hey! Get back, get back! Here we go, here we go! Defence, hold him tight! Oh, dang! This kid's good. I like what I'm seeing. Troy gives 110, 24l7, that you can count on. Here we go! - Game. Game. - Good game! Was I right? Great. All right, so you call that a "little" game? Little League. World Series. Newport, Rhode Island. Champions. - Good job! - Nice hat. - You're so awesome. - Hey. What can I say? - Troy, you ready to run it back? - Let's run it, man. - All right. Let's go, yo. - Let's go. Let's go, yo, let's go. Let's run it back. - Looking good. - Wow, Wildcat! - Too much? - Only in daylight. - Yeah. - East High colours, very impressive. - Hey. Be true to your school, right? - Absolutely. Everyone's excited about doing the show. Hey, I know everyone thinks that I'm Sharpay's poodle, - but I really think that I could... - Hey. If they were thinking that, they're not thinking that today. How do you do that swing-step you did last night? That's easy. Hey. - Hey. - Hey. So, I called last night. I got hung up at the gym. Hey, my dad says you're doing great with those college guys. Oh. Yeah. They're awesome. Playing with them is like being in another world. Well, you missed out on a fun night. It was a great game. But the dessert afterwards had to be the best part. Her mom makes the best brownies - in the entire world. - Yeah, I know. I've had them. Well, I'll see you guys later. Hey, LeBron, how'd it go with the Redhawks? You know, they're very tall. We got Vince from maintenance to play, so it worked out. - In case you were wondering. - Maybe we could play later today. I don't know. Check with Vince. Well, Mr Evans set up the workout, not me. Did you even ask to include us, Captain? I didn't go looking for the Redhawks, the Redhawks came to me. Okay? I didn't sign up for this golf job, Fulton offered it. I said yes. My decision. But I show up to work same as you, so chill, man. You get a speck of dirt on your pants, - and someone dry cleans you. - And you wouldn't do the same thing... - lf I was as good as you? - I did not say that. - You didn't have to! - And neither did you! You know what? We didn't vote you captain because of your jump shot. Okay, we did it because you're the guy who usually knows what's up. - But I guess things change. - You think you got me all figured out? Well, I don't think so. And I don't answer to you. Then maybe you should start answering to yourself! Look, we have been like brothers since pre-school. If I don't know who you are these days, then who does? Excuse me. You're all being paid to work, not play Dr Phil. Chop-chop. Table settings, nice. Oh. No, no. No. No. No. Now, that? Fabulous. Troy! Daddy will make certain the entire scholarship committee is right here. Perfect view. I've already spoken to your mother. They're going to be sitting at a table right next to ours. It's going to be a fabulous evening. - Come on. - Great. Rehearsal, everyone! - Taylor, I'm signing off on everything. - Fabulous! - Thank you, Mrs Evans. - Good job. Look, Sharpay. I know I promised I'd do this, but just take it easy on me. I'm kind of new to the whole performing thing. Five, six, seven, eight! You are the music in You are the music in Are the music in You know the words "Once upon a time" Makes you listen, there's a reason And when you dream there's a chance you'll find A little laughter, or happy ever after You're harmony to the melody That's echoing inside my head A single voice Above the noise Like a common thread Sing it to me When I hear my favourite song I know we belong 'Cause you are the music in me It's living in all of us It's here Because you are the music in me You are the music in You are the music in Are the music in Harmony to the melody Echoing inside my head When I hear my favourite song I know we belong 'Cause you are the music in me It's living in all of us It's here Because you are the music in Me, me, me, me, me You are the music in You are the music in me Yeah, yeah Oh, yeah Great job! One second. Great rehearsal! Everybody break! You know, Troy, I've always known you were special. And it's pretty obvious I'm special, too. I think we were meant to sing together, don't you? I need some air. Don't be long! We're going to run it again! Show me what you got! Come on, everybody! Here we go! You're up! You're up! You're up first! Here we go! Give it to me! Come on! Oh, yeah! You got it! Here we go! Pass it to me! Come on, let's dance! You're up! You're up! Let's show them what we got! Come on! All right! Oh, cut that! Get out of here! - You got it! Hey. - Good job! - Thank you. - You're welcome. I said keep an eye on them, not turn them into the cast of Grease! Pretty cool, huh? Do you want us to lose the Star Dazzle Award to a bunch of dishwashers? Us? Well, I guess that's showbiz. When did you become one of them? You know, I'll take that as a compliment. But you and Troy have a good show, sis. Oh, we plan to. Give me a beat. The Midsummer's Night Talent Show means something to me, - and to my family. - Well... Those Wildcats will turn it into a farce. I'm... Your brother is one of "those Wildcats," I'm told. Oh, don't you mention that traitor to us. Employee involvement in the show is a tradition here. Traditions change. My parents have important guests coming. We'll need every employee working the party, and not on stage. Pardon moi, but we're not just talking about employees, we're talking about your classmates. You might want to think this one out. All right. Done. Now do it. - Hi, Taylor. - Hi. Distribute these in the staff area, but not until the end of shift. - What? Wait! Mr Fulton... - No discussion, Miss McKessie. This is a business. Welcome to the world of adults who wish to keep their jobs because they have mortgages they wish to pay, tuition bills, car payments, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. So, sometimes, we have to perform tasks, however unpleasant, that are necessary for that all-too-important paycheque to land in our all-too-empty pockets! - May I get you a cup of tea, Mr Fulton? - Chamomile would be lovely. - Go, Martha! Go, Martha! - Go, Martha! Go, Martha! May I have your attention, please? You guys, I need to make an announcement. All junior staffers will be required to work on show night. - What? - Yeah, it says, "No staff participation in the show will be allowed. No exceptions." - No show? - There's a show. We're just not in it. That's great. I'm sorry, you guys. There's nothing we can do about it. It's Fulton's orders. There's no way this is Fulton's idea. Unless Fulton suddenly has blonde hair and wears designer flip-flops. Excuse me. - Totally! - Sharpay! Forget about the rest of us, how about the fact that your brother has worked extremely hard on this show? Oh, boo-hoo. He'll be in the show. He'll do his celebrity impersonations. And don't lecture me about Ryan, given the way you've been interfering with Troy's future. What? You've gotten him written up by Fulton for sneaking on the golf course, swimming after hours. I had to step in just to save Troy's job. I'm not interested in what you think you're doing for Troy. That's between you and him. But you're messing with my friends, my summer, and that's not okay with me. You don't like the fact that I won. What's the prize? Troy? The Star Dazzle Award? You have to go through all of this just to get either one? No, thanks, Sharpay. You're very good at a game that I don't want to play, so I'm done here. But you better step away from the mirror long enough to check the damage that will always be right behind you. Girls! Hey. What do you mean you're done here? I mean, you can't quit. Us working together sounded good, but plans change and people change. The club talent show is a big deal for Sharpay, and evidently for your future, so it's cool. Just make it happen. - Wear your new Italian shoes. - Hey, I'm still me. Blowing off your friends, missing dates? - Lf that's you, it's good to know. - No, no, no, no, no. I was only doing that because I'm working on the scholarship thing. You know that. But if along the way you act like someone you're not, pretty soon that's who you become. I meant what I said about movies and summer and just being together. I'm sure you did, at the time. But I also meant what I said, that I want to remember this summer. But not like this, Troy. I gotta say what's on my mind Something about us doesn't seem right these days Life keeps getting in the way Whenever we try Somehow the plan is always rearranged It's so hard to say But I gotta do what's best for me You'll be okay I've got to move on and be who I am I just don't belong here I hope you understand We might find a place in this world someday But at least for now I gotta go my own way Don't wanna leave it all behind But I get my hopes up And I watch them fall every time Another colour turns to grey And it's just too hard to watch it all Slowly fade away I'm leaving today 'Cause I gotta do what's best for me You'll be okay I've got to move on and be who I am I just don't belong here I hope you understand We might find our place in this world someday But at least for now I gotta go my own way What about us? What about everything we've been through? What about trust? You know I never wanted to hurt you What about me? What am I supposed to do? - I gotta leave, but I'll miss you - I'll miss you Oh, so I've got to move on and be who I am Why do you have to go? I just don't belong here I hope you understand I'm trying to understand We might find a place in this world someday - But at least for now - I want you to stay I gotta go my own way I've got to move on and be who I am What about us? I just don't belong here I hope you understand I'm trying to understand We might find our place in this world someday But at least for now I gotta go my own way I gotta go my own way I gotta go my own way You're usually taking these right off the grill. Maybe I've been eating too much at the club. You've barely been out of this room the last three or four days. - Let's call the guys, get a game going. - They wouldn't come even if I called. I find that hard to believe. Dad, do I seem different to you this summer? You dress a lot better, that's for sure. Oh, man, I'm serious. Maybe my friends are right, maybe I'm turning into a jerk with new shoes. New shoes, not a new kid. Where's this coming from? I've been so focused on my future. I mean, Gabriella quit. Chad won't talk to me. I don't see the Wildcats running around here. Is this about going after what you want? Yeah, Dad. The scholarship's important. I get it. Hey, hey. Look, it's only a big deal if it makes sense to you. I don't even know who I am any more. You know what? I've known this kid for a long, long time. And I got a lot of faith in him. He looks a lot like you. I'm absolutely sure he's going to figure out the right thing to do. It's so good. I cannot wait. Yeah, I'm eating so much breakfast, I won't be able to eat my dinner at night. Oh, yeah. It's okay, Ryan's gonna help. - I don't know. - We'll get it eventually. Excuse me. Everybody's always talking at me Everybody's trying to get in my head I wanna listen to my own heart talking I need to count on myself instead - Did you ever - Lose yourself to get what you want? - Did you ever - Get on a ride then wanna get off? Did you ever Push away the ones you should've held close? Did you ever let go? Did you ever not know? I'm not gonna stop, that's who I am I'll give it all I got, that is my plan Will I find what I lost? You know you can Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it Bet on me I wanna make it right, that is the way To turn my life around Today is the day Am I the type of guy who means what I say? Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it How will I know if there's a path worth taking? Should I question every move I make? With all I've lost, my heart is breaking I don't want to make the same mistakes Did you ever Doubt your dream will ever come true? Did you ever Blame the world but never blame you? - I will never - Try to live a lie again I don't wanna win this game if I can't play it my way I'm not gonna stop, that's who I am I'll give it all I got, that is my plan Will I find what I lost? You know you can Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it I wanna make it right, that is the way To turn my life around Today is the day Am I the type of guy who means what I say? Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it Oh, hold up Gimme room to think Bring it on down Gotta work on my swing Gotta do my own thing Hold up It's no good at all to see yourself And not recognise your face Out on my own It's such a scary place The answers are all inside of me All I got to do is believe I'm not gonna stop, not gonna stop till I get my shot That's who I am, that is my plan We'll end up on top You can bet on it, bet on it bet on it, bet on You can bet on it, bet on it, bet on it Bet on me I wanna make it right, that is the way To turn my life around Today is the day Am I the type of guy who means what I say? Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it You can bet on me This way. What do you mean you're not doing the show? - Exactly that. - We're singing a duet, Troy! A duet means two people. Well, mostly me in this case, but whatever! Duet! I'm an employee. Employees aren't allowed in the show. No, no, no, no. No, no. You're an honorary member. Not any more. - I asked Fulton for my kitchen job back. - What? Sharpay, I don't like the way you've been treating my friends. And I don't like the way I've been treating them either, so I'm doing something about it. An entire table of University boosters are coming to see you, thanks to me. So, I'll be their waiter. They'll be thrilled. Troy, Troy. This could change your life! I'm more interested in about what my friends think of me, and what I think of myself. Oh, we could all hold hands around the campfire some other time! Right now we've got a show to do. No. You've got a show to do. I got a kitchen to clean. It's okay. Kelsi, find Ryan. Welcome this evening. You'll be seated at table 21. Kelly, will you escort them, please? Excellent. Ladies, you look gorgeous - this evening. Beautiful. - And now, returning with a abridged version of last year's tap-dancing epic, Tina and her Tippety-Tappity Toes! There you are! Thank goodness you've come to your senses. Plug in the volcano. Humu Humu is back on. Enjoy your pineapple on your own, sis. I'm not doing the show. What? Oh, put some fresh batteries in your Tiki Warrior costume - and let's get going! - Took your advice. Sold it online. You've always wanted the spotlight. Now you've got it. Break a leg. The curtain's up. Showtime! Kelsi told us what went down between you and Sharpay. I'm more interested in what went down between me and you, man. - I was a jerk. - Yeah. But, hey, brothers fight. And they're still brothers. All right! Guys, I messed up your show and I'm sorry. Yeah, because show business is our entire lives, right? Hey, I hope you haven't permanently filled my spot in the two-on-two game. And, Ryan, I know how hard you must've worked on this show. Making these Wildcats look good couldn't have been easy. - Hey. - So, I apologise. Hey, the truth is, we've all had a lot of fun. At least, I have. Hey, you gotta see this dude play baseball. I'm looking forward to it. - All right! - Yeah! Troy, listen, all these people out there, I don't really want to see my sister crash and burn. At least, I think I don't. I think you should sing with her. My life is over. I've been a good girl. I've never lied, except when necessary. I always bought my parents expensive gifts, using their credit card, of course. But I don't deserve this humiliation! You need to get out there. Mrs Hoffenfeffer and her sock puppet are stinking up the premises. Well, the only thing that would make it any lovelier would be that if I won that Star Dazzle Award! Sharpay, I'm going to find you. That award, I tell you, it's mine! Mine! Mine! Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who's the... Oh, forget it. How's your show going? How's it going? My show makes the captain of the Titanic look like he won the lottery. - I'll sing with you, Sharpay. - What? I promised. And I keep my promises. But what was the first thing you said to me when I started working here? - Bring me more iced tea? - Think harder. We're... - All in this together. - Exactly. Well, we are. So, let's get out there and knock them dead, Troy Bolton! I do the show if the Wildcats do the show. And I'd think fast. I just sort of wish you were doing this for me. You're a good guy, Troy. And actually, right now, I think I like you better than I like myself. Did I just say that? Girls! Places! - Okay. Everyone. Ryan, the show's on. - Where's the music? Where's Troy? Talked to Sharpay, everything's cool. Hey, speaking of my sister, she wants you to learn a new song. Everyday. I can't learn a new song! - Kelsi will help you with it. - What? - It's showtime! - Yeah! - What team? - Wildcats! - What team? - Wildcats! - What team? - Wildcats! Once in a lifetime And now it's time for our five-time Star Dazzle Award winner, Miss Sharpay Evans, singing this year with our assistant golf pro, Mr Troy Bolton. Where is Troy? - Hey. Why did you switch songs? - Switch songs? What? - Yeah, Ryan said... - Bolton! - But I didn't learn a new song. - Exactly. Girls! Once in a lifetime Means there's no second chance So I believe that you and me Should grab it while we can Make it last forever And never give it back It's our turn and I'm loving where we're at Because this moment's really all we have Every day of our lives Wanna find you there Wanna hold on tight Gonna run While we're young And keep the faith Every day From right now Gonna use our voices and scream out loud Take my hand Together we will celebrate Celebrate Oh, every day They say that you should follow And chase down what you dream But if you get lost and lose yourself What does it really mean? No matter where we're going Oh, yeah, it starts from where we are There's more to life When we listen to our hearts And because of you I've got the strength to start Yeah, yeah, yeah Every day of our lives Wanna find you there Wanna hold on tight Gonna run While we're young And keep the faith Oh, every day From right now Gonna use our voices and scream out loud Take my hand Together we will celebrate Oh, every day We're taking it back We're doing it here together It's better like that And stronger now than ever We're not gonna lose 'Cause we get to choose That's how it's gonna be Every day of our lives Wanna find you there Wanna hold on tight Gonna run While we're young And keep the faith Keep the faith Every day of our lives Wanna find you there Wanna hold on tight Gonna run While we're young And keep the faith Oh, yeah - Every day - Every day From right now Gonna use our voices and scream out loud - Take my hand - Take my hand Together we will celebrate - Every day - Oh, every day Oh, oh, every day Oh, every day Every day - Oh, yeah, yeah - I'm singing every day Every day Every day Every day Every day Every day Every day Yeah Just fabulous! Fabulous! Well. If you'll all please take your seats. I have one last task to perform this evening. The Star Dazzle for this year goes to, of course, our one and only... My brother, Ryan Evans! That's our boy! Fix the hat. Yeah You are the music in me You know the words "Once upon a time" Make you listen there's a reason When you dream There's a chance you'll find A little laughter, or happy ever after You're harmony to the melody That's echoing inside my head A single voice above the noise - Here's to the future. - No. Here's to right now. And like a common thread You're pulling me When I hear my favourite song I know that we belong Oh, you are the music in me Yeah, it's living in all of us And it's brought us here because - Because you are the music in me - Because you are the music in me Yeah, yeah, yeah You are the music in me When I hear my favourite song I know that we belong You are the music in me It's living in all of us And it's brought us here because You are the music in me You are the music in me One, two, three, four The summer that we wanted Yeah, we've finally got it Now's the time we get to share Each day we'll be together Now until forever So everybody everywhere Let's take it to the beach Take it there together Let's celebrate today 'Cause there'll never be another We're stronger this time We've been there for each other Everything's just right Everybody, all for one Our real summer has just begun Let's rock and roll, and just let go Feel the rhythm of the drums We're gonna have fun in the sun Now that all the hard work Work is done Everybody one for all And all for one - All for one - All for one, one Summertime together Now we're even closer That's the way it's meant to be Oh, we're just getting started Come and join the party You deserve it same as me Let's take it to the beach Take it there together Let's celebrate today 'Cause there'll never be another We're stronger this time We've been there for each other Everything's just right Everybody, all for one Our real summer has just begun Let's rock and roll, and just let go Feel the rhythm of the drums We're gonna have fun in the sun Now that all the hard work Work is done Everybody one for all And all for one Everybody up Everybody rock it Take it from the top And never ever stop it It's not about the future It's not about the past It's making every single day Last and last and last Fun and sun What could be better? Let's have fun Everyone together now Everybody, everybody now This is where our summer really begins The very last time it's ever gonna be like this It's a party you don't wanna miss Guys, show them we can make some moves, hey Girls, show them we know how to groove, oh - Here - And now - Let's turn the party - Out Everybody jump in Everybody, all for one Our real summer has just begun Let's rock and roll, and just let go Feel the rhythm of the drums We're gonna have fun in the sun Now that all the hard work Work is done Everybody one for all Everybody, all for one Let's rock and roll, and just let go Feel the rhythm of the drums We're gonna have fun in the sun Now that all the hard work Work is done Come on, everyone, let's dance We can't let the moment pass Let's make the party last All for one All for one Yeah! Coral blue! It's totally like your skin tone. And mine, too! We are majorly skin-tone compatible, Troy. My daughter. Then maybe you should start answering to yourself! By the end of summer, you'll have me playing like a pro. If we live that long. For you. Cut! Troy! - Put it in forward. - It is!

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Getting TEDxperienced

Stop right there. This is not that trashy things about how I hate my life or how my love-hate relationship with my job goes.This is about one good day I had. 10th of June 2017.

I was at my declining phase of my life-curve. I thought it was the quarter life crisis, or just a lack motivated condition I had. When TEDxJakarta twitter account announced the upcoming TEDx event, I felt so excited and marked my calendar for registration. Fortunately, I got the invitation! And that was my 2nd TEDxperience I had. I was hoping that TEDx would help me to get a different insight of life, to have a view of non engineering things which are interesting too.

10th of June 2017 was such a ‘day’. Just got back from Medan for a business trip at 8.00 am, took a cab to Gedung Kesenian Jakarta, the venue, and I made it on time (with carrying my blue Jonsi, pink Handbag, and Bolu Meranti inside). A little tired because I woke up at 2 a.m., hit the cool train to Kualanamu (IT IS a cool train, indeed. It sounds ‘kampungan’ but the train is cool-both literally and not literally :D), had a very quick sahur 5 minutes before Subh time. So, correction, pretty much tired.

That day was my first time visiting Gedung Kesenian Jakarta, if I was sober enough, I must have taking tons of pictures there because that building was quite historical and it’s near Pasar Baru which there are lots of good object to be captured. Lots of people, the start-up guys, outstanding people, and those who were hungry of knowledges ( I judge the by their appearance by the way, sorry but I judge a book by its cover). But after I had the networking sessions (– which was quite exhausting as an introvert for me, plus the bad condition I had), they are. They, the participants, are bunch of good and outstanding people. I am just a tiny dust in the air. Oh, they had that bingo game which required us to seek people who do not afraid of flying cockroach, have experienced an extreme hair transformation, or who had win gold medal and had a patent. That was quite helping me as an introvert who have some difficulties in starting a conversation to a stranger.

So, the TEDxperience began.

NIYATA was the theme of the event. Taken from Sanskrit, or ‘Nyata’ in Bahasa Indonesia. Niyata carries the meaning of being real, distinct, or true. Niyata evolves around the celebration of order, abides the notion that even nature most often works in alluring patterns, precipitated by the sum of many tiny-yet-meaningful and methodical inflections. (those sentences was taken fromTEDxJakarta website, sorry to disappoint, but I have no ability to write such a beautifully written and structured sentences with rich vocabularies like that).

And yeah, the session was divided in three.

1st : Ni | into, within

NIYATA was opened by Firly Savitri. She was carrying a box while she entered the stage. Firly is one of those who left their stable and comfort job for something more. (And I always admires those who have that kind of courage, I wish I have that too.) She is the founder of Ilmuwan Muda Indonesia. Ilmuwan Muda Indonesia is an organization that focusing on education, especially for children. It facilitates schools which has no sufficient instruments for teaching kids so they could experience some experiments and a fun way of learning things. For example, IMI has a mini planetarium which is portable so they can carry it with them all around this country, letting kids come in and feel the excitement of seeing planets, stars, the whole universe in it. And the box she carried to the stage, it was a lab in the box. It is a portable laboratory for children to have experiments. I remembered my boss told me to design a portable laboratory for my chemical cleaning projects, so we could carried our laboratory and its equipment all around this country, and we could also have a proper place to have samples analysis, it turns out IMI has initiated that idea. So, to Mbak Firly, and her courage and works, she is a good person, a great person.

The second. It was like an interview rather than a TED talk. But for this one, who doesn’t recognize this person. The iron lady behind the success of Indonesia’s legendary rock Band: Slank, Bunda Iffet. A manager and a mother, too. She explained her role not just a manager and a mother to Slank, but also a facilitator for Slank to get back in the way. To release themselves from drugs addiction. Bunda Iffet told us, she did not want to send off her kids to rehabilitation just like others do. She wanted to take care, not just Bimbim and Kaka, but all Slank members herself. She did her own way medication, not by pushing off and forcing her kids what to do and what not. And through 3 years of self-rehabilitation and her smooth-way of education from 1996 to 1999, she made it. Slank members stopped using drugs. Becoming a mother was never easy, and this, becoming a mother, a band manager, and a ‘healer’, she is a very strong lady.

Faye’s

Third TED talk Jakarta was my favorite of all NIYATA Talks. I have already heard her name so much times because she was that amazing. The 15 years old girl named Faye Simanjuntak. She was one of those amazing girls, like, Malala Yousfazai. No, I would not like to compare Malala to Faye, because this is the one and only Faye. Back then years ago, she was told by their parents that she was so lucky because she could get anything she wanted, a proper life, and a happy family. But, she didn’t believe, and like, she was just ordinary. And so that her parents took her to an orphanage to see those who have no parents and live with limitations. She realized that she was, that lucky. She asked her mother, “We have to help them, you have the money. I want to help them. Mom, what we are gonna do?”. But her mother said, “You know how”. And by that statement, she had a plan. She told all her friends and people she knew, “Instead of giving me a birthday gift, please give me some money for charity. I will git it to the orphanage”. And voila, she gathered 96 million on her birthday to be given to the orphanage. And as the time goes by, she met a person who eventually is a child trafficking victim. Not just that – but also a victim of sex-trafficking. Could you imagine a kid was being kidnapped, and forced to be a part of prostitution business? That story triggered Faye. So Faye found Rumah Faye, an NGO which fights in child trafficking issue, at the age of eleven. I keep asking until now, what did I do when I was eleven? Moreover, what have I done until today? This Faye girl, have an intense communication with the victims and build strategies to prevent. Today, Rumah Faye has one rehabilitation center at Batam, as the major gate of child trafficking to other countries. Prevent. Rescue. Rehabilitate. Are things Faye and her fellas at Rumah Faye do ( I could actually write a long story about Faye and this issue but see if I had time) . Faye, is one of a kind. And plus, I admired her parents’ way to their little girl.

2nd : Ya | implore, attain

Fourth. Anindya Krisna. I have never see a ballet performance – live, before. The talk was opened by a ballet performance by on girl named Sasha, Anindya’s student. Anindya was one of a person who consistently did ballet since she was a kid. Many people do ballet when they were kids, but they didn’t continue learning. Anindya chose to continue. She chose to be a professional ballerina. Not an ordinary profession in Indonesia, actually. And not many people think that a ballerina is an actual profession that people could be paid. To be a ballerina, Anindya had a chance to learn ballet at a Ballet Academy in Russia (if I’m not mistaken), and she continue to join a Ballet company in Phillippines. FYI, there is no ballet company in Indonesia. As a ballerina in ballet company, she had to practice everyday and also, getting paid monthly just like a corporate slave like meh. Her love of ballet and teaching, made her went back to Indonesia and teach ballet here. She has a dream, to build a Ballet company in Indonesia. Anindya is one of those who be brave, to choose a not ordinary profession, to follow her passion.

Dian Ara’s

The fifth talk was brought by a woman, again. The Jane of all trades, Dian Ara. I saw her as an innocent lady, who said that her whole life is such a soap opera story. She told us her whole life story from she was born until the day she stood in the front of TEDx’s participants. She has been through things. She was born with a parents, who decided to hand their child to the grandmother because Dian’s parents could have support the kid’s life financially. So, Dian lived happily with her grandmother until the day her grandmother’s died. And so after that she had to live with her parents, she had a not easy life. Dian almost stopped her education because her parents had no money to continue her study to Senior High School. Her mother once told , “As a girl, you don’t need to get higher education because you’re gonna end up becoming a housewife”. And she actually had a scholarship at one of the best high school in Surabaya but her parents did not allowed her. She ended up continue her study in one of high school in Mojokerto. Financially limited, she finally finished her High School. She got married and after years of marriage she to end the marriage. She was jobless, and had only less than 1 million Rupiahs in her account, but she decided to go to Bandung and starting a new life. Through thick and thin, she learned about coding, about game by autodidact way. So here she is, a game designer. But the way she told her story, I was laughing at all times because she delivered it in a funny and innocent way. I mean, look, this is a sad story but I couldn’t burst into tears. Dian is a strong woman, she is a though one.

When you see a little frog, what will you do? Some will scream, some will take a broom and getting rid of it, and some will think what kind of species it is. Mirza Kusrini is one of the person who had big curiosity in amphibian and reptiles. She was a herpetology. Her curiosity of those creatures makes her a researcher. In the sixth talk, she told us a story about amphibians and reptils in Indonesia, and she has gone inside out Indonesian forests just to seek new species. She has the dream to make Indonesia’s Encyclopedia of Reptiles and Amphibians, and gather all the datas. With the tropical forests, Indonesia is one of countries with lots of species. Bu Mirza’s story reminded us to follow our passion, to feed our curiosity, and never feel enough.

3rd : Ta | womb, warrior

Seventh, The Coral Oracle. The love of this lady to the deep blue ocean brought her here. Kak Intan Suci Nurhati, was explaining about her love to the coral deep inside the sea. And told us that, it is not only beautiful to be seen, it also contained history. She described the underwater as a library. We never knew that corals are actually like a book telling us history about climate change through the years. Kak Intan started telling us not about the coral, but El Nino and La Nina. The phenomenon of of hot and cold wind movements results extreme drought in one area and floodings in another. And this phenomenon could be analyzed by studying coral. If one coral, with certain shape and structure, is drilled and we took a sample of it, we could analyzed the material and certain material describing temperatures and we could learn about El Nino and La Nina. We could be able to identify the timeline and the trending data of temperature change which could be a direction for us to know the historical data of climate change. I mean, I know Indonesia has the best underwater view, but eventually it is not just a view, but also a precious historical site we should protect. Kak Intan really made me to apply for a diving license (Loh?). But she, is one of person who dive deep to feed her soul to know things, to reveal history.

Adi Kusrini’s

I have already visited the speaker’s stand outside the TED talks hall before this last speaker’s talk. I really wanted to scream “Bu, kita satu almamater loh tapi saya anak teknik hehe”, because I was that proud and she was so brilliant. Ibu Adi Utarini opened the talk by playing a classical tune using piano. It reminded me of my first day of college, when Prof. Wahyudi greeted us by playing piano as we entered the dense jungle where our dreams are made. She is one of the faculty member at the Faculty of Medicine, Universitas Gadjah Mada who focuses on tropical disease and build a way to eliminate Dengue Fever virus by injecting bacteria in Aedes Aegepty’s eggs. It is actually not a brand new method, but not many people knows it. The mosquitos from the eggs will not be able to spread the dengue fever because of the bacteria. The interesting thing about these eggs, these eggs will hatch and grow. If normal female mosquito gets married the bacteria contained male mosquito, the eggs will not hatch. But if normal male mosquito gets married the bacteria contained female mosquito, the eggs will hatch and contain bacterias so they could not spread dengue virus. Ibu Adi has a project which now focusing in Yogyakarta. She gave mosquitos eggs to some areas in Yogyakarta so that the Dengue Fever problem in that area could be eliminated. And that have been proven, there was a significant decline of dengue fever victims in the area where the mosquitos were spread. As the success of the project, many regions in Yogyakarta wants the eggs. It funny when we heard the way to kill the disease is by spreading mosquitos, but these are special mosquitos. This might be one of the solution of eliminating Dengue Fever. Bravo to Ibu Adi!

Seeing TEDxJakarta : Niyata was one of my productive weekend activity. I had that positive vibes and I think I should do this often. It was almost maghrib and I have to catch Ojek to my next destination to meet my Teknik Kimia 2010 fellas in Kuningan. Meeting people and hearing their story was enlightening me. But also exhausting, hehe. So that 10th of June 2017 was one of the happy day. The happiest day after Bangkok days I guess. Looking forward to another happiness moment to be shared.

Regards,

Bekasi, June 17th 2017 – K

(by the way, happy 1st anniversary to Kelola Cerita!)

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