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The Bad Guys Season 1: Our Own Story (chapter 34) - The Bad Blog

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So, once again, I stopped posting for a couple of days, but because I was sick. Today, I'll be posting more than one. I swear.

Anyway, enjoy this chapter for a while. You'll love it.

Intro

Mr. Wolf: Yeah! I'm bad!

Mr. Snake: You're bad!

Ms. Tarantula: He's bad!

Mr. Hornet: She's bad!

Mr. Piranha: We're bad!

Mr. Shark: Who's bad?

The Bad Guys: Yeah! We're the Bad Guys!

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It was a new day at the restaurant, and, at the moment, Mr. Gardener was currently wiping the counter while a female worker was stacking some bowls together.

Mrs. Gardener was walking out of the kitchen, carrying circular, colorful, placemats.

"Check it out, Angel," Mr. Gardener commented, "The counter may be empty, but the rest of the restaurant's still bringing them in!"

He gestured to another area of the restaurant, where a large line of people seemed to be waiting patiently, exiting the place.

Mrs. Gardener noticed this, "Except that line is heading out!"

Two people started to leave the line and walk out of the store, with Mrs. Gardener commenting when she noticed one of her employees, Hornet, and his friend Tarantula, standing in line, "And so are Mr. Hornet and Ms. Tarantula! This isn't good!"

Mr. and Mrs. Gardener walked over to Hornet, and Mrs. Gardener, asked, "Hornet, what are you guys doing?"

Hornet turned around and replied, "We're in line for Camilton's Driveway restaurant down the street."

Mr. Gardener gasped in shock, "You're cheating on our restaurant?!"

"Do your other friends know?" Mrs. Gardener asked in disbelief.

"Oh, we know," The rest of the Bad Guys, Wolf, Snake, Shark, and Piranha, commented in unison while peeking their heads out from the line from the position where they were standing.

Both bosses gasped loudly, with Mr. Gardener exclaimed, and came over to them, "All of you?! After all the free smoothies I gave you?!"

Mrs. Gardener then quickly stepped in, "Woah, woah, woah. You give them free smoothies?"

Mr. Gardener felt a little sheepish, admitting, "I just want them to like me, Angel."

Hornet then spoke up, "Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Gardener, but everybody's been going to Camilton's Driveway restaurant ever since Loco y Malo gave them a rave review on his food blog."

"His rating scale from a "meh" to five "oooh's," Shark pointed out.

"And he just gave Camilton's Driveway restaurant 4 ½ 'oooh''s," Wolf said while pointing to the review on his phone.

Mr. Gardener took the phone and looked at the review as he asked, "How did they get 4 ½ "oooh's'?"

"Their new signature dish: the pizzarito. A pizza in a burrito," Tarantula answered.

Just imagining a dish like this surprised the bosses, with Mr. Gardener asking in shock, "Wow, how did they come up with that?"

"They do customer research," Piranha replied.

"Wait, how do you know?" Mrs. Gardener asked.

"Cause, we were the customers they researched," Snake answered back.

To Mrs. Gardener, this made all the sense, commenting out loud while shaking her head in disbelief, "I mean, no wonder our only customer is an old lady stealing ketchup packets."

Behind them, the group noticed an elderly lady trying to steal some ketchup packets while the female waitress was trying to pry them from the elderly's hands.

Shark, a little weirded out after watching this, commented as a suggestion, "Maybe the restaurant just needs some new ideas."

"Yeah, you can always check the suggestion box," Tarantula suggested.

Mr. Gardener seemed fond of this idea, "Hey, good thinking. I forgot about this thing. It must be 12 years old."

He walked over to the suggestion box, his wife anxiously following behind him, and picked it up, blowing the dust off the top of it, leaving the Bad Guys feeling a little weirded out.

"Okay, no need for that suggestion box. They are clearly all old," Mrs. Gardener quickly picked up the box, closed the lid, and threw it out into the garbage, much to her husband's confusion.

Hornet then suggested, "Well, you know. We could help you guys and do our own customer research."

"Yeah, we'll ask someone about the restaurant," Wolf mentioned.

"But our only friend who wasn't busy was Mira," Shark mentioned, "We couldn't have the governor to ask about the restaurant. It's not her job to take care of it."

"We'll just ask Mira if she could invite her co-workers to take the survey," Tarantula suggested.

"Great idea, Webs," Snake commented.

Piranha then stepped forward and asked, "Wait, but after pizzaritoes, right?"

"Oh yeah," Tarantula answered.

"Totally," Hornet added.

"Of course," Shark stated.

"Absolutely," Snake said.

"Yep," Wolf replied.

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That night, Mira came to FasTogether along with a few of her co-workers as they were gathered by the Bad Guys to do their customer research project.

Shark was bringing a plate with a shiny lid over it, "Welcome to our customer research session for the FasTogether restaurant. To thank you for your participation, you will each get one pizzarito," he placed the plate on the table. When he took the lid off, showing all the pizzaritos, all of the journalists were about to eagerly grab one hungrily, but Shark stopped them by placing his fin out and saying, "Ah, ah, ah, after you have completed the survey."

Mira and her co-workers groaned in disappointment as they watched Shark take the plate away.

Tarantula, holding a clipboard and pen in her hands, addressed, "We will be asking you a series of questions and would appreciate your honest opinions."

"Let's start with what you like," Piranha mentioned.

"I like the smell of those pizzaritos," one of the journalists commented, intrigued by its delicious smell.

"Forget the pizzaritos!" Snake quickly addressed before asking, trying to get the journalists' minds off the tasty treats, "What do you like about FasTogether?"

"Uh, the colors are fun," a female journalist replied.

"Those portraits are cool," another female journalist commented as Tarantula wrote this down.

A male journalist then mentioned, "I feel bigger when I sit at these little tables. And the food are stomach-filling."

Another male journalist added, "And the service is good, especially you, Mr. Hornet. You served fast!"

Hornet was flattered by this feedback, causing Piranha to roll his eyes.

After writing the note down, Tarantula then asked Mira, "Mira?" she gestured for her to chime in with an opinion.

Mira spoke up, "I guess if I had to say something, I don't like these bendy straws," She bent one of the bendy straws, adding, "The noise they make freak me out."

Wolf bit his lip and quickly clarified, "We're naming things we like, Mira."

Mira seemed to understand better, "Oh" she happily said, "Pass," she said that since she had nothing to say about what she liked.

Shark then made a suggestion, "What if we had a smoothie we set on fire?"

"I'd be into that," one of the male journalists answered in excitement.

Snake then slithered in, "We're not setting anything on fire."

Mira and her co-workers seemed disappointed while Shark groaned sadly, wishing that idea soared better.

Hornet then fluttered forward, "Now, let's talk about...what you don't like."

All of the journalists looked very unsure of what to say, and this was noticed by the Bad Guys.

Hornet asked Mira to see if her friend would say something about this, "Mira?"

Mira brushed it off again, "Pass."

"Mira," Hornet asked again, convincing her to answer.

Wanting to not talk about it, Mira commented, "Seriously, I'm not touching it."

Hornet fluttered over to her side and tried to gesture to any one of the journalists to talk, "Anyone?"

The group looked at one another before in unison, all of Mira's co-workers replied, "It's your bosses."

That response got the Bad Guys confused.

"My bosses?" Hornet inquired in confusion.

"They're always in the restaurant," one of the female journalists hesitantly answered.

"Because they own it," Hornet clarified.

"But they're always getting in our biz," a male journalist pointed out.

"And at Camilton's Driveway restaurant, we get to hang out with just customers," another female journalist added to the explanation.

Mira then spoke up, saying, "Sorry, Hornet, but it does feel like your bosses are always watching us."

On cue, everyone turned their head and, low and behold, jumped in shock when they saw Mr. and Mrs. Gardeners' heads and eyes watching them from behind the counter.

Wolf, now uncomfortable, commented, "Well, this has been very informative. Thank you for your time. Enjoy your pizzaritos."

As the journalists got up and went to dig into the pizzaritos and left, the restaurant owners stepped out from behind the counter, Mrs. Gardener told the 6 vigilantes, "Listen, Bad Guys, we may have accidentally overheard a little bit of what was going on."

"And sure, we may be around sometimes, but it's not like we're always "'getting into their bi', including you guys" Mr. Gardener quoted.

But the Bad Guys looked up at the restaurant owners with "Really" looks, which admitted that it was true; Mr. and Mrs. Gardener were known to do that... especially with the experience of the Bad Guys themselves.

*flashback*

One time, Mr. Gardener was singing an Italian song and playing the accordion while Shark and Piranha were eating pizza.

Shark and Piranha were bored and annoyed with listening to Mr. Gardener's loud song.

Mangia, mangia, how's your pizza treat?"

Another time, when Wolf and Snake were about to get a tray of their order from the counter, and offered the money to the cashier Mrs. Gardener stepped in, telling the two Bad Guys, "Ah, ah, ah, not till you pay with real earned money than stolen money," she took the tray of food away.

Another time, Mr. Gardener was bending a bendy straw back and forth and singing a song about it in front of Tarantula, who looked frighteningly at the straw.

Loving the straw, and you'll use it everyday Hey!

*End of flashback*

Thinking back on those moments, Hornet's bosses realized the Bad Guys had a point.

"Okay, they do have a point. Yeah," Mr. Gardener said, "But if the customers don't want us in the restaurant, how are we gonna fix that?"

"I don't know. We have been having problems with it for a while," Mrs. Gardener pointed out.

Both owners looked very worried, with Mr. Gardener then said while looking around the restaurant, "With this new competition, I hate to say it, but...looks like we're gonna have to close it down."

The idea itself seemed unfathomable to the Bad Guys with Shark asking in shock, "Close it down?!"

Before any of the owners could explain, Wolf pointed out, "But we hang out in this restaurant all the time since we got released from prison! We had good times here!"

"Yeah, this is where I got my first job like a normal person, a good person," Hornet reminded.

"And we've always had big plans for us to be running it someday," Tarantula mentioned.

Piranha, however, sounded confused, "Really? I was thinking of going to college and actually doing something with my life."

Despite that, the Bad Guys were determined to keep the restaurant open with Snake saying, "Seriously, we're not ready to lose the restaurant just yet. This is where we go if we had nothing else to do. Can you at least give us a chance to save it first?"

"Please" all the Bad Guys begged together in unison with begging looks in their eyes.

The bosses looked at one another before smiling together.

Mrs. Gardener commented, "Okay. We'll give it a shot."

"One week, and that's it," Mr. Gardener addressed the Bad Guys, who were all excited to start working on ways to help save the restaurant.

Hornet, set to take order, then declared, "I already have my first idea for the restaurant."

"Good for you," Mr. Gardener complimented.

"You're out," he replied, straightforward and without hesitation.

"Tough break, Angel," Mr. Gardener said to his wife.

"Wait, what?" Mrs. Gardener asked confusingly and offensively.

Hornet then clarified quickly, "You're both out." To this, both of his bosses were now shocked. "Sorry, but the research is never wrong," Hornet pointed out.

The two owners were a little disappointed.

"Ah, man." Mrs. Gardener groaned in disappointment.

"Fine," Mr. Gardener begrudgingly admitted, but not before grabbing a pizzarito, "Let's grab one of these for the road."

Tarantula quickly commented, "No, no, no, pizzaritos are for participants only."

Mr. Gardener seemed like he was gonna put it back, starting to put it on the plate, "Okay, fine."

"Thank you," Tarantula said.

But then, he reeled it back and grabbed another pizzarito, shouting, "Run, Angel! Go, go, go!"

"Oh, thank you!" she replied while running with the other pizzarito received in her hand.

Both bosses rushed to the door with the pizzaritoes as the Bad Guys watched them disappointed.

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The next day, the Bad Guys were hard at work on adjusting the restaurant and making it perfect to save.

Piranha, who came out of the kitchen dressed up in chef's gear, asked, "Any orders yet?"

"Nope," Wolf, who was wearing an orange "FasTogether" shirt with a "Boss-Free restaurant" sticker on it, replied while fixing a sign that had the same logo as his sticker.

"Any customers?" Piranha asked.

"Nope," Hornet, who was cleaning the tables, replied.

"Reservations?" Piranha asked.

"No, but I'm beginning to have a few ideas about opening this place," Tarantula, who was fixing the napkin dispenser, commented in response.

Snake stated, "Guys, we're not off to a good start. We need customers."

Suddenly, Shark spotted two people who appeared to be approaching the restaurant, saying, "Ooh, ooh! Here comes two now!"

However, they weren't actually customers, but Hornet's bosses, making Hornet turn his head and give a "Really" look towards Shark while commented, "Seriously?"

"Hey, Bad Guys," Mr. Gardener greeted them while they were heading up to the entrance.

But the Bad Guys stopped them by saying together with their hands up, "Woah, woah, woah."

"Well, just where do you think you're going?" Snake asked.

"That doesn't say 'The Boss restaurant'," Piranha added on.

"It says 'The Boss-Free' restaurant," Hornet mentioned.

Mrs. Gardener quickly piped in with, "Guys, we've been watching you for the last 2 hours, and the Boss-Free restaurant is also customer-free."

"Clearly, you need us," Mr. Gardener added.

But just before the bosses could step in, the Bad Guys prevented them from going in while saying in unison, again, "Woah, woah, woah."

"Let us also remind you of our research," Hornet chimed in, adding, "And I quote.."

"And he quotes," Shark emphasized.

"'Your bosses are always getting in our biz'," Hornet explained.

"End quote," Piranha stated.

"The quote is over," Shark added while crossing his hands to demonstrate it was over.

Hornet, a little taken aback, told his brothers, "Uh, guys, in the future, I'd like to do my own quotes."

"He'd like to do his one quote," Shark reiterated, much to Hornet's frustration.

Mrs. Gardener then quickly commented, "Okay, well, clearly, this isn't working. I mean, even your friend and her co-workers aren't here."

"Yes they are," Piranha replied before he spotted them, "Oh, here they come now."

The Bad Guys smiled when they saw their friends come into the restaurant, but then frowned when they saw their friends getting in line for Camilton's Driveway restaurant, making Tarantula frantically add, "And there they go.

Hornet turned to his bosses, and said to them, "Uh, would you excuse us for one second?" he and his friends went to go talk to their friends.

Wolf asked the journalists first, "Uh, what are you guys doing?"

"Yeah, we made our place boss-free," Snake added.

"Yeah, we got buttons," Shark pointed out while showing the button on his shirt, as well as the rest of the Bad Guys.

"Why are you still in line for Camilton's Driveway?" Hornet inquired.

Mira answered, "We're not. This is a new line for Clarissa's Crepes."

"Loco y Malo just gave five 'oooh's' to their weenie crepes," one of the male journalists commented in response.

Piranha thought the name sounded funny, "He said weenie."

"They put slices of hotdog inside a crepe," one of the female journalists mentioned.

"Sorry, guys," Mira told the Bad Guys while they watched the journalists waiting in line.

The Bad Guys stepped to the side, with Tarantula saying, "Okay. At least we know we need more than just no bosses."

Suddenly, Hornet started to get an idea, suggesting, "Wait a minute. We need our own pizzarito or weenie crepe."

"Yeah! We can each come up with a food combo, then we'll pick the best one, and call Loco y Malo to come to review it," Snake added on.

Piranha, however, didn't think it was that good of an idea, pointing out, "Wait, you can't just call Loco y Malo. He doesn't give his number out willy-nilly."

Shark, thinking what Piranha said was funny, "Willy-nilly."

The rest of the Bad Guys, however, sighed in frustration, with Wolf suggesting, "Fine, we won't call him. We'll email him until he agrees."

That seemed like a suitable solution, with the rest of the Bad Guys nodding in agreement, before Shark said happily, "In the meantime, we've got two customers at our restaurant."

Hearing that, the gang turned to see who the "customers" were and saw that it was Mr. and Mrs. Gardener, who were having fun doodling on the Boss-Free restaurant sign, much to the Bad Guys' frustration.

The other Bad Guys turned their heads to Shark, with Snake telling him, "Look down at your button, Shark."

Shark looked at his button, "Oh. you said button," he chuckled in response at the last part.

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At their hideout later, the Bad Guys were hard at work coming up with the perfect food combo.

Mira was currently in the kitchen with them.

"Thanks for being here, Mira, to help us decide whose fun food combo is the best," Hornet told her.

Mira. feeling unsure about this, asked, "Are you sure you need me to do this?"

"Yeah, we need an impartial judge," Tarantula replied with a friendly smile.

Mira could only feel her hesitancy rise when she saw Wolf make a gun gesture with his paw while clicking his tongue at her, Shark blew a kiss towards her, Snake adjusted his eyebrows with his tail, Hornet winked at her, and Piranha kept raising his eyebrows at her with his teeth holding a rose

Feeling uncomfortable by the boys trying to "hit on her" she commented, "Uh...pass," she scurried out of the hideout as quickly as she could by taking the elevator.

Their "judge" gone, Hornet then commented, "Well, I guess we'll have to do it ourselves. I'll start," He presented his combo dish, "I combined cucumber and asparagus together in one plate," He then lifted the lid off his plate, which showed cucumber slices and cooked asparagus together in a plate, "I call it the Cucum-sparagus! Deal with it," He ceremoniously did a mic-drop, or more specifically, lid-drop to claim her statement.

Snake then commented in reply, "Ah, impressive, but I see your Cucum-sparagus, and I raise you ham and bacon slices together as one dish," He lifted the lid off his plate, which showed ham slices wrapped in bacon strips, declaring, "The Ham-Con. Deal with it," he dropped his lid too, feeling confident.

It was Wolf's turn to present his food, "Very smart, but I have my delicious food combo. A steak and lettuce wrapped in a funnel cake," He then lifted the lid off his plate, which showed a steak wrapped in lettuce wrap that was also wrapped up in a funnel cake, "I called this Funnel Wrap! Deal with it," he dropped the lid as well, copying Hornet and Snake did.

Tarantula chuckled sarcastically as she crawled towards her covered dish, and announced, "You boys are so creative, but I got mine that is gonna blow your mind," She lifted the lid of her plate, which showed a bowl of ramen with macaroni pasta and cheese on top, "I present to you the Mac and Ramen. Beat that!" She dropped the lid too.

Shark decided to speak up, "Oh, nice try, but meet...the su-cheese," he lifted the lid on his dish, which had melted cheese spread around the whole bowl with sushi on it that also had cheese on them, "Sushi covered with melted swiss. Boom," he dropped his lid... on Snake's foot, making the snake shout in pain.

Wolf decided to calm things down, "Okay, no more lid dropping," he then turned his eyes to Piranha, "Piranha, what have you got?"

"Drum roll, please" Piranha replied.

"Ooh! What's that? A drumstick inside of a dinner roll," Shark asked curiously.

"No, I'm asking for a drumroll," Piranha clarified.

"Me too, it sounds delicious," Shark responded back.

Piranha rolled his eyes before taking the lid off his plate, which showed a kabob with two Cuñapés together with the sweet sauce from the Alfajores gluing them together, nacho empanadas, and chili peppers, "Ha! The Carnival of Oruro Munchers. Sweet and savory dishes from Bolivia on a stick. Boom," Piranha was holding out his lid, but he couldn't do it, "I'd drop this, but I respect my cookware too much."

With all the combo choices brought together, Tarantula then decreed, "Alright, let's vote."

Piranha interrupted, "Vote? Please, as the closest thing to a chef here, I know what's best, and it's the Carnival of Oruro Muncher."

"Uh, clearly, it's the Cucum-sparagus," Hornet retorted back.

"Uh, Funnel Wrap," Wolf replied.

"Ham-Con," Snake added.

Mac and Ramen!" Tarantula yelled

"Su-cheese!" Shark shouted.

"Best meal of the year on a stick," Piranha stated confidently.

The Bad Guys all started to argue with one another when suddenly, Piranha's phone went off, and he got a notification for something. He saw what it was and quickly broke the argument up by saying, "Guys! Guys! Loco y Malo just emailed us back," The other Bad Guys all gasped in surprise, as Piranha explained, "He's coming tomorrow. So, if we really want to save the restaurant, we have to get a good review. So, let's hit him with our best," He suggested his dish as the one to show, "The Carnival of Oruro Muncher."

Hornet reminded Piranha, "Buddy, none of us want Mr. and Mrs. Gardener to shut down the restaurant, but we all have to agree."

"But since we can't, what are we gonna do?" Tarantula inquired.

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The next day, at the restaurant, Wolf presented the best solution to their disagreement: combining all of their dishes into one giant kabob, declaring, "I give you the Carnival of Oruro Ham-Con Swiss Su-cheese Mac and Ramen Funnel Wrap Muncher!"

Tarantula then turned her head towards Piranha, "Piranha, as the closest thing we have to a chef, what do you think?"

Piranha looked at this dish while inspecting it closely, "What do I think? I think it lacks focus. I think it's a mish-mosh of 15 different foods on a stick. I think it's a culinary abomination!"

"That's a good name," Shark commented, thinking "abomination" was a good thing, "And here's another one; the Dinner Wand," He picked the kabob up and pretended to swirl it like a magic wand.

Snake, as estranged as he felt about seeing the kabob be played like that, thought it looked like a good name, "You know what? That is a magical thing."

Suddenly, Hornet seemed to notice something... or someone, "Hey, check it out!"

Everyone turned their heads, and saw a man with a black suit and yellow decorated tie come into the restaurant, looking around curiously. The Bad Guys gasped in surprise.

"That's gotta be Loco y Malo," Shark guessed

Thinking it was him, the Bad Guys put their game faces on as Wolf declared, "Okay, guys; it's showtime!" Wolf picked up the dish and they all went up to the man.

Hornet greeted him by asking the man, "Table for one, sir?"

"That'd be lovely," he replied as Hornet led him to a table and usher him to sit.

Piranha opened up a napkin and placed it on his lap.

Wolf presented the dish to the man, "Might I recommend our signature dish: the Dinner Wand."

Shark placed some utensils by the man's side, Tarantula placed a glass by the man's other side, and poured some wine into it. The Bad Guys watched in anticipation to see if he would like it.

The man was amazed to see how the Dinner Wand looked, "Oooh."

"That's one 'Oooh' and he hasn't even tasted it" Shark whispered excitedly.

The man then started to try the Dinner Wand, putting some food into his mouth and chewing it, "Oooh."

"That's two," Snake whispered excitedly, the Bad Guys getting more excited that their dish seemed to be well-liked so far.

The man took another bite of the food and seemed to be loving it, saying happily, "Oooh."

"Three," Tarantula commented eagerly as they were all jumping excitedly, anticipating that this might just work.

The man took another bite from the Dinner Wand, and seemed delighted, "Oooh."

"Four," Wolf whispered as they jumped excitedly and happily. They were getting closer.

The man then took another bite of food from the Dinner Wand, and appeared to be loving it, saying slowly, "Oh..." the Bad Guys leaned in and listened to hear if he was gonna finish the sentence. The minute the man said, "Ooooh,"

The Bad Guys all jumped around happily.

"That's five "Oooh's!" Hornet squeaked.

"He's so gonna give us a rave review," Piranha commented eagerly.

The Bad Guys were all dancing around happily, excited that they were gonna get an amazing review on their Dinner Wand. They thought that this would be the game changer that was gonna save the restaurant.

Until...

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"'Meh'?!" they all commented in shock at their home at night when they saw online that their Dinner Wand review was a "meh."

"How could he give us a 'meh'?" Snake asked in shock/confusion.

"Maybe we should've set it on fire," Shark suggested.

"Shark, that 'meh' could cost us the restaurant," Wolf pointed out while behind him, Piranha was busy mixing something in a bowl and walked over to the kitchen to finish his prep.

Tarantula, still frustrated by what happened, pointed out, "You know, I don't get it. We all heard Loco y Malo say, 'Oooh. Oooh. Oooh. Oooh. Oh... oooh.'"

"Unless..." suddenly, Hornet had a new thought, suggesting, "That wasn't Loco y Malo."

"But he's the only person we served. Who else could it have been?" Snake inquired.

While the other Bad Guys were trying to figure out what was going on, Piranha was in the kitchen, tasting whatever he was mixing in the bowl he had. However, he felt that the flavor was lacking, and commented, "Meh."

That "meh" got his friends' attention, making them all turn their heads toward him and giving him incredulous looks.

Piranha saw the looks his friends were giving him and commented, "What? It...needs salt. I think there's some...not in here," he tried to anxiously walk away, carrying the bowl with him. However, his friends were quick to follow him.

"Uh, Piranha, did you just say 'meh?'" Tarantula asked.

Trying to cover up what he said, he made an excuse, "Uh, no, I said, uh... I said 'Mira.'"

"Pretty sure it was 'meh'," Snake stated with his arms crossed while Wolf, Shark, Tarantula, and Hornet were nodding in agreement.

"Well, I'm telling you, it was 'Mira,'" Piranha retorted, trying to cover up what he really said.

"Why would you say 'Mira'? She's not even here," Wolf pointed out.

Piranha knew Wolf hit a good point, and changed his answer, "You're right. I-I said, 'Guacmiramole."'

"Nobody says that," Hornet replied with a sassy tone.

Another good point started to make Piranha more nervous, as he changed his response again to, "Oh, yes, then it must have been, uh, 'Guacamolmira.'"

"No one says that either," Shark pointed out while walking up to Piranha.

With another good point landed, Piranha changed his answer again, "Oh, uh, then I meant to say, uh 'Guacmiramolmira.' Everybody says that," and proceeded to walk away in the other direction. However, his friends were still on his tail.

"Is there something you want to tell us, Piranha?" Wolf asked, giving Piranha a chance to confess.

"I mean, noth—nothing really comes to mind," he hesitantly replied back, deciding to try and play it cool by offering the bowl he was mixing, "Fresh 'guacmiramolmira'?"

Tarantula then declared, "Admit it; you're Loco y Malo!"

Piranha tried to hesitantly deny it, arguing back, "What? No."

"Admit it," Shark shouted.

"Uh, no," Piranha answered back.

"Admit it!" Snake yelled.

"No," Piranha still replied the same answered.

"Admit it!" Wolf exclaimed.

"No," Piranha chuckled nervously.

"Admit it," Hornet took Piranha's bowl of guacamole away.

Left with a guac-filled spoon, and his friends staring down at him, Piranha finally couldn't hold it in, and confessed "Okay, fine! I'm Loco y Malo," Displeased his identity was revealed, he grumpily asked, "You happy?"

The rest of the Bad Guys all seemed content with their answer at first as Hornet approached Piranha closely, and said, "Yeah," Then, he pulled one of the flaps of Piranha's shirt open and dumped the bowl of guacamole, much to Piranha' helpless protests, down his shirt.

Feeling the squishy dip stain and litter his clothes, and seeing his other friends laughing, finding it amusing to them, Piranha groaned while saying as he moved around uncomfortably, "This is exactly why Loco y Malo likes to be anonymous."

Once Piranha, now with stained clothes, had settled down, Hornet confronted him, asking, "What were you thinking, Piranha? This could ruin everything we've worked for. How could you give us a bad review?"

"Because.." Piranha started to reply, admitting, "As Loco y Malo, I have a responsibility to give my readers the truth."

"Yeah, and as our friend, you also have a responsibility to us," Hornet pointed out.

"I bet he's just mad 'cause we wouldn't feature his Carnival of Oruro Muncher," Snake argued back.

Piranha was quick to retort, "That's not why I posted it. No matter how mad I was as Piranha, as Loco y Malo, I gave my completely honest opinion."

Wolf then stepped to the side, declaring, "I'm calling a huddle," he ushered Snake, Shark, Tarantula, and Hornet to join him. Piranha was about to join them before Wolf turned his head and told him, "Minus Loco y Malo."

Piranha ceremoniously took off his chef hat and asked, "Is Piranha still invited?"

"No! Piranha sits there and thinks about what Loco y Malo did," Shark scolded Piranha like a parent while pointing to a chair for Piranha to sit in.

As Piranha walked over to go sit in the chair Shark pointed out, the rest of the Bad Guys were together in the huddle, a few feet away from him.

"Alright, what do we do?" Tarantula asked.

Hornet got an idea, suggesting, "Alright, I've got it. We'll have Loco y Malo review us again, but this time, we'll just serve him Piranha's Carnival of Oruro Muncher."

"Perfect! He's sure to give himself five "ooh's," Snake replied, thinking it was a good idea.

With the fivesome coming to an agreement on what to do, they then broke the huddle and faced Piranha.

"Okay, here's how this is gonna go down," Wolf was about to tell him, but he was cut off by Piranha

"Guys, I heard the whole thing; you're three feet away," Piraha confessed

"So, you'll do it, right?" Snake asked.

He answered while standing up, "Absolutely. Piranha looks forward to cooking the Carnival of Oruro Muncher, and Loco y Malo looks forward to reviewing it."

"I'm not sure which one of you I'm talking to, but whoever it is, tell the other one he's weird," Shark commented while looking weirded out.

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The next day, at the restaurant, Piranha was sitting at the table, reading over the menu, while the rest of the Bad Guys were standing behind him, waiting for their friend to finish looking over the menu.

"Have you decided on what you'll be having yet, sir?" Snake asked Piranha as if he was a stranger.

Piranha, with a serious look on his face, replied, "Let's see. Let's see. Let's see. Do you have any bisque?"

"We do not," Tarantula replied, resisting the urge to grit her teeth from the lack of patience.

Hornet then chimed in, asking happily, "Might I suggest the Carnival of Oruro Muncher?" adding with strain in his voice, "The ONLY thing on the menu."

Piranha nodded in agreement as Wolf took the menu from him, "Okay, so that's one Carnival of Oruro Muncher."

"Would you like that set on fire?" Shark offered to Piranha.

"How does the chef recommend it?" Piranha asked.

"Not set on fire," Snake replied quietly to Shark through gritted teeth.

"One Carnival of Oruro Muncher 'not set on fire,'" Shark replied to Piranha's question, mimicking when Snake was gritting his teeth.

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One Carnival of Oruro Muncher later, Piranha was feasting on his creation, with his friends watching closely.

Upon the first bite, Piranha comments,d admiring the flavor, "Oooh."

"One," Hornet whispered happily, with Wolf, Snake, Shark, and Tarantula jumping in excitement with her before they quickly regained their composure.

On the next bite, Piranha tasted another new flavor sensation, making him say in interest, "Oooh."

His friends celebrated quietly by jumping up and down again while Shark whispered, "Yes! Two!"

When Piranha took a third bite of the food, he felt another new flavor hit, making him say, "Oooh."

His friends jumped up and down happily as Snake whispered, "Yes! Three," while they anticipated what Piranha's response would be next.

Piranha took another bite of his own food again, and replied, "Oooh."

His friend jumped happily again as Wolf said quietly, "That's four!"

Piranha took another bite of the food, feeling another new flavor, as he started to say, "Oh.." His friends leaned forward to hear what he was gonna say.

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"'Meh'?" they all, excluding Piranha, shouted in shock when they saw the review on Piranha's laptop after the taste testing was over.

By the line over at the end of the restaurant, Mira misheard the Bad Guys, turning her head while asking, "Yeah, did you guys call me?"

Hornet quickly clarified, "We weren't talking to you, Mira," before she asked Piranha, "How could you give us another 'meh'?"

"I don't get it, Piranha. We heard you say 'oooh' five times," Snake pointed out.

Piranha held his head while saying, "I said it, but I just couldn't write it."

"Why not?" Tarantula inquired, adding on, "The Carnival of Oruro Muncher was your creation."

Piranha sighed while saying, "I'm sorry. The critic in me has to be honest with the chef in me. And the chef in me stinks."

"What are you talking about? We all tasted it, and it was delicious. Even I had to sacrifice to eat meat," Hornet asked, wanting to know why Piranha was thinking about himself like this.

"I can't come back from a review like this," Piranha commented in response.

"But Loco y Malo said, "This chef shows promise," Wolf mentioned while pointing to a comment on the blog.

"Well, what does he know?" Piranha answered while looking at the computer screen.

"He's you," Wolf answered, clarifying Piranha was also Loco y Malo.

"Well, what do I know?" Piranha asked, feeling frustrated.

"Then, don't post it!" Tarantula stated clearly.

Piranha groaned while pointing out, "I have to; I have a deadline."

"Well, call the editor and tell him you're not gonna make it," Shark suggested.

"I'm also the editor," Piranha admitted, saying this as frustration flowed through his veins and he clenched his hands tight.

Hornet slammed the computer shut and lifted it, "Look, you can't post that review. It'll ruin the restaurant, and Mr. and Mrs. Gardener will definitely close it down," he dodged a lunging attempt from Piranha, who tried to get the computer back.

Piranha then grabbed the laptop and tried to pull it back, but Hornet, giving his every strength, pulled it back too, not wanting to let go.

"Hey," Hornet shouted while trying to pull.

"Let go," Piranha shouted back, not loosening his grip one bit.

"You let go," Hornet shouted back.

Wolf, Snake, Shark, and Tarantula joined Hornet's side and tired to help pull the laptop towards her.

"It's five against one; you'll never win," Shark clarified.

"Wrong; it's five against six," Piranha retorted, saying, "I'm Loco y Malo, Chef Piranha, editor Piranha, Singer Piranha, and Regular Piranha."

"That's five," Shark pointed out in confusion.

Piranha saw the point Shark made, and clarified, "Oh. And also Stomping Piranha."

"Who?" his friends asked in confusion.

On cue, Piranha kicked his Wolf and Shark's feet and Snake's tail, making them bend down and shout in pain, while Tarantula and Hornet had their guard down, and lost their grip on the laptop, giving Piranha the perfect chance to grab his laptop and run off to a nearby table.

He opened it and was about to get his review posted, but then, he heard Wolf's voice, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

He looked up and gasped when he saw his friends back up, holding burger buns, hot dog buns, fries, soda cups, ice cream cones and cups, pizza slices, sandwiches, chicken legs, and other fast food.

"Step away from the laptop," Hornet declared

"All of you," Shark added, referring to the original and other versions of Piranha.

Piranha didn't seem to feel threatened, Oh, yeah? Who's gonna make me?"

That response got him ducking down to avoid getting pelted by fast food his friends were chucking at him, also making him close his laptop upon doing so.

The commotion also got Mira and her co-workers, who were supposedly in line for another restaurant.

"Is that a food fight?" One of them, a female one, asked.

"This place is picking up!" Another female journalist commented.

"It's not fire, but I'm in," a male journalist commented happily as all the other customers in the line turned and were amazed by what they were watching.

"Food fight," Mira declared happily, as the crowd was now starting to get excited, and even ducked to avoid a few bits of food that was flying towards them.

Rachel came running, blowing a whistle and pushing a cart with a tarp over it, before she shouted, "Everybody, stop! What is wrong with you?! This isn't a fair food fight." She then pulled off the tarp, revealing more bowls of food set to be thrown and chucked, declaring, "Now, it's fair. Food away!"

People from the line all started to grab some of the food from the bowls, and threw them at the Bad Guys and at each other with the Bad Guys did the same with other people, Everyone now getting into the spirit of the food fight, and had fun doing so. It was a madhouse in the restaurant, and no food was eaten. The whole place became a mess and food was wasted. But nobody cared. They loved to hit each other with food.

Suddenly, the madness also stirred the owners of the restaurant to come in

"Guys! Bad Guys!" Mrs. Gardener yelled.

"What is going on?!" Mr. Gardener asked with a toupe on his head.

When they saw the scene that was going on, they had to duck their heads to avoid getting hit by some of the food. Mr. Gardener even used the sign as a shield to block him and his wife from getting pelted by food while trying to stop the madness.

Even while they used the sign as a shield, Mr. Gardener got hit anyway, "Ow, that totally hurts!"

But even they couldn't stay protected for long and wound up starting to get overwhelmed by the food pelting.

"Guys, I thought you wanted to save the restaurant, not destroy it!" Mrs. Gardener announced.

With the commotion starting to slow down, Tarantula replied, "Sorry, but we found out Piranha's the Loco y Malo."

That revelation made everyone gasp in shock

"And he was gonna post a bad review about the restaurant," Hornet added defensively.

That revelation then made both restaurant owners gasp

"Mr. Piranha, how could you give us a bad review?" Mr. Gardener asked in shock.

Shark then let out a ceremonious gasp, which made Mr. and Mrs. Gardener turn their heads and face him as Shark saw that they were done already, "Oh, we're done with that?"

Piranha started to apologize, "I'm sorry. I just can't lie to my readers."

"We're sorry about all this," Wolf apologized as well.

"We just really don't want the restaurant to close down," Snake added.

"Well, we have some news and we think you're gonna like it," Mrs. Gardener responded.

"We decided to keep it open," Mr. Gardener declared.

The Bad Guys all gasped and cheered happily.

"We saw how much hard work you guys put into saving it, and we realized how much you care about it," Mrs. Gardener happily replied.

"Plus, our accountant told us it would be a financial disaster to close it, so...." Mr. Gardener also admitted, taking into account th financial perspective of it.

"Is Piranha your accountant too," Shark asked.

"No," Mr. Gardener replied at first before pointing to someone, "He is."

the Bad Guys looked and saw that it turned out to be the same guy they had first served the Dinner Wand to.

The man waved at them, "Oh, hi."

The Bad guys were surprised that they served their food to Mr. and Mrs. Gardener's accountant, which was worth the shot now that the accountant won't allow the restaurant to close.

"Heh. It's a small world after all," Hornet chuckled.

With everything settled, Mrs. Gardener then spoke up, "Okay, let's get this restaurant cleaned up and abc open for business."

Just before everyone could get to work cleaning up the restaurant, Mira then stepped forward, spotting something that made her ask, "Uh, is that smoke?"

The Bad Guys and the restaurant owners turned their heads and noticed smoke coming out from the kitchen.

"Well, that's weird. I preheated the oven, but I didn't put anything in it," Mr. Gardner confessed.

Just then, to their shock, the oven caught on fire, erupting in bright flames.

Despite being shocked by this, Shark commented out of the blue, "Hey, at least something got set on fire."

"Run, people," Rachel came running out, gesturing for everyone to quickly evacuate.

The old lady before was holding the fries in her hand as the waitress shouted, "Forget the fries, grandma," She tossed them out of her hands before leading her out with the rest of the crowd.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Gardener noticed the awful toupee her husband had and quickly yanked it off his head, throwing it into the fire, much to his horror, before they both ran and escaped the flaming kitchen.

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When the fire crew soon came and put out the fire, the entire kitchen was a burnt mess, and the restaurant looked like it just got a gloomy shade of ash grey, but at least the whole thing hadn't completely collapsed and demised. The restaurant was still standing, but the interior was an ash-covered wasteland.

The fire captain came out of the kitchen, telling Mr. Gardener, MRs. Gardener, and the Bad Guys "Well, the fire definitely started in the oven. Found this in here," He pulled out a shiny metal square that said "Suggestion Box" on it.

Mr. Gardener knew exactly where it came from, "Suggestion box," He showed it to his wife, who had a sheepish/nervous smile.

"Oops. guess that wasn't really the best hiding place," she commented, feeling guilty for what happened.

The fire captain then pulled out something that was still smoking a bit, "Good news, though: we were able to save this."

The item turned out to be Mr. Gardener's toupee, which made Mrs. Gardener groan loudly and desperately.

Mr. Gardener replied as he accepted the toupee, "Thank you, Fireman Handsome- I mean, Hudson. That's what she calls you," He pointed to his wife.

"Just one time," she clarified as the fire captain soon left while her husband placed his now messed up toupee back on his head.

Snake examined how badly damaged the restaurant looked before asking the accountant behind them, "So, how much will it cost to rebuild the restaurant?"

The accountant checked on his calculator, saying as the rest of the family peered over to look, "Well..."

He then showed the total on his calculator to the restaurant owners and the Bad Guys, their eyes widening from how expensive it appeared, declaring in shock/unison, "Oooh."

Now stuck with no idea how to fix it.

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Credits:

Sam Rockwell - Mr. Wolf

Marc Maron - Mr. Snake

Craig Robinson - Mr. Shark

Anthony Ramos - Mr. Piranha

Awkwafina - Ms. Tarantula

Rhenzy Feliz - Mr. Hornet

Brian Stepanek – Mr. Timothy Gardener

Allison Munn – Mrs. Angel Gardener

Stephanie Beatriz - Mira Rose

Andy Samberg - Male Journalist #1

Joe Lo Truglio - Male Journalist #2

Melissa Fumero - Female Journalist #1

Chelsea Peretti - Female Journalist #2

Gabrielle Elyse - Rachel

Dio Johnson - Fireman Hudson

Tom Choi as Sophisticated Guy

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Author aggimaginary

Co-Author: MasterClass60

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So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type

I'm the bad guy

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The entire chapter is based on Nicky, Ricky, Dicky & Dawn: Quad With A Blog.

Special thanks to MasterClass60 for helping me in this entire chapter.

Piranha's alias "Loco y Malo" is translated as "crazy and bad", describing himself to be one.

I hope you like the new chapter. There is more soon!

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𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: a waltz to remember 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: tsukioka tsumugi/reader 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw 𝐰𝐜: 3.1k words

𝐚𝐧: I really liked this idea, so much that I got excited and wrote a lot of plot and lead-up to the floof oops. I might have made some errors w/ my waltz descriptions, it’s been a few years

“A modern, theatrical take on Swan Lake… hmm, wouldn’t that fit someone from the Spring troupe more?”

Izumi pouted, “I already asked! None of them are free to be a guest actor, you’re my only hope Tsumugi!”

Tsumugi considered the director’s offer. Truth be told, he wasn’t that familiar with the original ballet nor did he know what to expect out of a modern retelling, but it was always good to get experience in different genres and modes. He currently wasn’t expected to be in any Mankai Company plays either, so as long as he organized his tutoring schedule he should be fine.

Turning back to the director he nodded. “I’ll be taking the role then, director.”

Clapping her hands together, Izumi grinned excitedly. “I’ll make sure to tell their director! Ah, hold on, I haven’t told you what your role will be yet, oops.”

Sensing it, he immediately shook off the upcoming apology. “It’s fine, it’s my fault for not asking either. I didn’t agree to a weird role or anything, right?”

Shaking her head, the brunette looked at her phone. “It says here you’ll be playing the role of Wolfgang, Prince Siegfried’s tutor.”

A tutor? With a laugh, Tsumugi thought how fitting it must be for him to take this role. He doesn’t know much about the tutor’s personality, but at the very least he’s ready to deliver any teacher or educator type of action need be.

Though the feeling was nothing new with every new role he took, he found himself buzzing with excitement for the future practices to come.

“Thank you for taking up the role, Tsukioka-san,” the troupe president said, shaking his hand, “it’s a bit last minute, but Tachibana-san was kind enough to help me look for a guest actor.”

“Thank you for having me as well,” Tsumugi replied, “I read through the script and I can’t wait to become Wolfgang onstage.”

In the ballet, the tutor gets drunk on wine during Prince Siegfried’s birthday celebration. Eden Troupe’s playwright decided to transform that character, now nicknamed Wolfie, into a normally well-mannered tutor who has passionate rants about history when drunk.

Izumi and Tasuku had laughed when he told them. It was rare to have Tasuku laugh out loud, but they were also at a bar so that might have something to do with it.

“Eh? This role should be easy for you then! I was right to give it to you!” The director exclaimed, clapping him on the back with a lot more strength he thought possible from her.

His best friend shook his head in disbelief, “not too far off from the truth then, based on how the three of us are like when we drink.”

While the role itself was new, there was a sense of familiarity to it that made it easier for Tsumugi to slip into character. The lines themselves rolled off with ease from his tongue, and with guidance he trusted himself enough to embody the mannerisms of the character.

There was only one problem.

He watches you get up from your seat in the audience and head up the stage, your back turned to the chairs to face him and his fellow actors. You walked with such confidence that it was hard not to be captivated by your presence.

“Looks like I’m back again,” with a broad and charming grin several members of the troupe cheered loudly, while the newer and quieter members clapped politely.

“I see some new faces, welcome!”, you greeted everyone, telling them your name, “and I’ll be your choreographer!”

Dance. They had to dance and unfortunately for him and the poor souls that have to partner up with him, Tsumugi has two left feet.

The last time he was required to dance was probably way back in high school for a school play production, and no way did dancing to Seussical the Musical qualify as recent or relevant experience.

You threw a glance at him, noting his worried gaze, and tried to indirectly reassure him and the rest of the actors.

“I’m not a strict coach nor do I expect perfection right away, but what’s important is that you constantly put your best efforts. Understood?”

The actors all replied in chorus, and Tsumugi tried to reassure himself. At least it wasn’t some high energy, action-filled choreography or an overly technical dance. A waltz, he can do that much.

“Alright, let’s do some stretches first!”

…

“Ah! I’m sorry,” he’s been apologizing for a couple minutes now, and while he tried to keep it discreet between him and his dance partner it didn’t go unnoticed, at least by you.

You’ve been paying special attention to the man with dark blue hair for a while now. At first, you merely observing the unfamiliar faces, new additions to the troupe and guest actors, but something about him struck you as special.

When you watched him during rehearsal an hour ago, you had wondered if the president picked up a new talent. He was able to pull off the tutor’s initial modesty through his subtle acting, and in his silent acquiescence of a glass of wine, he switched into Wolfie, the talkative drunk who was incredibly passionate about history.

“Where’d you pick him up, prez? He’s obviously no rookie,” you asked the blond beside you, who simply chuckled.

“That’s Tsukioka Tsumugi, he belongs to Mankai Company actually,” he explained, “it’s his first rehearsal today. He seemed a bit anxious at first, but he’s doing really well.”

“Mankai? Should DM Izumi later to reserve a ticket for their next prod,” you murmured, quietly watching the rest of the rehearsal.

He didn’t show any signs of frustration, and he was obviously listening attentively when you did the demonstration, so was it a matter of a lack of practice?

Well, you were gonna find out.

…

Tsumugi had an idea of what was to come when you called him after rehearsals concluded.

“Tsumugi-kun, sorry for calling you all of a sudden,” you apologized with a bow, to which the actor returned.

“Not at all, I probably looked like a newborn fawn out there,” well, that much you couldn’t deny, however, you didn’t like that he was putting himself down after his first time. There have been a lot worse than him, whether it be talent or attitude or otherwise.

“It’s your first rehearsal, don’t be so hard on yourself,” you paused for a moment, closing your eyes.

Well, you didn’t plan on reaching out this much to help him, but somehow you couldn’t help yourself.

“Tsumugi-kun, would you like to have extra practice sessions with me?” Hmm… The wording seemed a little better in your head, but it seemed to get the message across.

He was hesitant to accept, “I wouldn’t want to be a bother.”

“Trust me,” you clasped his hands between yours, missing the pink dotting his cheeks as you looked at him with determination in your eyes, “by the time you’re done with me you’d be able to waltz even with your eyes closed.”

“You really told him that? You made it sound like you were talking about a different kind of one-on-one~” Eden Troupe’s director let out a blaring cackle, slamming his beer glass down the bar table.

“Wahh, so naughty uwu ♡~ who knew our ☆ dancing diva ☆ was so forward~~” the troupe’s playwright said, rubbing his shoulders against yours, “why can’t you be like that with ♡ me ♡ wink wink oOF-“ a slight kick to his legs halted wherever that conversation was going to go.

Your head was beginning to hurt, and you didn’t know if it was from the alcohol or whatever the hell you were all talking about. You could even hear the hearts and stars, how was that possible?

“Argh, unlike you perverts I’m sure he understood what I meant from the get-go,” you groaned, briefly swishing the liquid in your glass before downing it in one go. You’d probably end up with a hangover tomorrow but so be it if you could survive tonight without getting charged for homicide. Or maybe even double homicide.

“He’s not an angel, even if he does look like one~”

“Tsumugi-kun is one compared to the two of you. Do your troupe members know that behind closed curtains y’all share one brain cell?” You retorted, completely ignoring the latter comment because yeah, he did look like an angel, what’s there to it? So what if he radiated such a gentle light around him?

“I’m just saying, he’s your fucking type,” the troupe’s director pointed out, the man beside him nodding fervently.

“And I’m a fucking professional,” you insisted, not even an ounce of denial towards his statement.

Raising his hands, the playwright put on his most nonchalant look, a very difficult feat for a drunk person, “oya oya, who can say if y’all decide to bow-chicka-wow-wow, hohoho ☆~”

Calling the bartender for another drink, you came to the realization that you needed better friends.

Two days after the bar night out and your raging hangover the morning come, you could still feel a migraine coming at the thought of your two friends. Honestly? Fuck them for making you realize that Tsumugi was extremely cute and 200% your type, that wasn’t very fair of them- or HIM for that matter!

Is it even legal to be so cute? The two of you exchanged details on the optimal practice time, and even his texting style was cute! Who knew he’d be so polite even in text? Bless him.

You were going to meet up with Tsumugi at the Mankai Company Theatre, apparently, rehearsals would end earlier tonight so the two of you had the stage for yourselves. You looked around outside for a bit before a familiar face with dark blue hair opened the doors to greet you.

“Thank you for taking the time to teach me,” he said, “I was able to practice the steps on my own, but I just get lost with a partner.”

Oh, if that was the case you have a good idea of what his issue is.

“It’s no problem, Tsumugi-kun. Let’s review the individual steps first before we continue.”

…

Feet, hip-distance apart. Step the left foot forward, then the right follows. The left meets the right foot. The right steps back and the left follows. Place the right foot next to the left.

A full box step.

Tsumugi was right, he was able to get the basic steps of a waltz down to a tee. That must mean…

“Alright, now try those same steps while leading me as your partner.”

He let out a breath to prepare himself, before standing in front of you. The distance was far too much, and you ushered him to come closer, “shoulder distance, Tsumugi-kun.”

“Right, sorry,” he walked forward a bit more, awkwardly mirroring your actions, extending his arms forward.

“You’re the lead, and I’m the follow, so place your right hand below my left shoulder blade,” you waited for him to do as you said before continued with your instructions, “and our hands go like this.”

You wrapped your right hand around his left, and was it just the stage lights or were his cheeks dotted with pink? Well, now wasn’t the time to tease him.

Tsumugi’s difficulty stemmed either from being too tense around his partner or from being too afraid to take the lead. Whichever one it was, you were going to crush it as hard as you were crushing on Tsumugi.

“You know, I find it pretty funny,” you began, hoping to ease up his tension by lightening the mood, “that you’re supposed to be playing a tutor, yet I’m tutoring the tutor.”

His left foot forward, your right foot back.

He laughed, amusement visible in his features. “I actually work as a tutor, too, so it’s just as funny to me.”

His right foot forward, parallel to the left. Your left foot back, parallel to the right.

“Eh? No wonder it looked so natural! Ah, although you’d probably be good in other roles too? What other roles have you done?”

His left foot meets his right, and your right meets your left.

So far, so good.

“My first role for Mankai was an angel in love with a human,” Tsumugi said, becoming more immersed into the conversation, “though I’ve done a bunch of roles when I attended school.”

He steps back with his right foot, and you step your left foot forward.

“I’ve never actually acted, but I’ve always been interested in theatre. I’m always helping productions,” you replied, “an angel? It’s the perfect role for you.”

His left foot steps forward, and unfortunately steps on your right foot.

“Ow, a little too early, Tsumugi-kun,” you wince slightly at the added pressure, and Tsumugi hastily steps back looking extremely apologetic.

“Sorry! I lost track of what the next step was,” he explained, “can we go back to the start?”

You smiled, at least he looked like he was raring to try again. Without a word, you signaled him to begin at starting position once more, your hands linking together.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

“Were you caught off-guard by what I said?” You asked, his grip on your hand slacking slightly before fixing it, “sorry, I just said what was on my mind.”

“It’s fine! You just surprised me a bit.”

Forward, side, close, back, side, close, forward, side, close, back, side, close.

“It’s just the two of us, Tsumugi-kun, so don’t be afraid to make mistakes, okay?” you locked eyes with him, waiting for him to respond.

“Thank you.”

“See? We were able to do a waltz box step together! If you’re free Thursday, I’ll help you fix the underarm turns!” Your smile was bright, radiant and blinding, all directed at him. Suddenly his face felt warm all over.

He was quick to arrange the next session.

“You know, if you’re supposed to act drunk, it wouldn’t matter if you stepped on your partner’s toes here and then,” Tasuku said off-handedly.

Tsumugi didn’t reply immediately. Eden troupe’s director had actually told him after their latest practice that it didn’t matter if he made a mistake every now again as long as it wasn’t too exaggerated.

He hesitated a bit before responding, “that’s true, but it’d be nice to get a whole sequence right without stepping on someone’s feet.”

It wasn’t a lie, but he was still relieved Tasuku looked like he accepted that answer, “would be nice to have that skill stored just in case.”

Even so, you looked so delighted when he did well. If just for a little while longer, he’d like to see you direct a smile at him again.

You were really, really grateful to see Tsumugi again. It was always a pleasure meeting up with him, dancing with him, learning something new about him.

Despite all of this, your toes could only take so much pressure in one session.

“Somehow, this is kind of embarrassing,” Tsumugi said as he stepped on your feet for the umpteenth time tonight.

Unable to resist the urge to tease him, you replied, “huh, you’re really tripping all over your feet for me, angel~”

You felt a little bit guilty when you saw his cheeks kissed pink like a carnation because no matter how cute he was when flustered, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Your lips parted to apologize, but you found yourself befuddled by how he remained silent.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

He was quiet, merely staring at you until he moved to turn you around, letting go of the arm beneath your shoulder. The two of you were facing each other once again when he finally said anything.

One, two, three. One, two-

“You’re the one who’s the angel here.”

You stepped forward, accidentally stepping on his feet. The two of you were caught off-guard, you more so by his response than the fact that you made a mistake. As you stumbled forward, he circled his arms around you to serve as an attempt to steady you.

Tsumugi looked at you worriedly. He meant it as a compliment! You let him off easy every time he made mistakes while simultaneously helping him improve, plus giving him praise every time he did something right. Like a guardian angel of sorts? Or the angel over the shoulder?

His thoughts get interrupted when he hears you mutter something with a semblance of his name.

“Tsumugi-kun,” the said man watched in awe as you widen your eyes, a flush creeping across your cheeks like a vine of scarlet honeysuckle, or a freshly bloomed rose bush or a myriad of other flowers he could associate with you right now but one thing was certain.

This was different than the admiration he felt for you and what you do when you would dance with him, in front of the other actors. This was different than the appreciation he felt when you gave him words of encouragement. This was different from the pang in his chest when you teased him lightly.

No, not different.

It was an amalgamation of all of those things and more.

Tsumugi knows a crush when he sees it; when he feels it. This was a full-blown crush.

He knew from the rush of endearment he felt when you stepped back slightly from his grasp, your hands fanning your face wildly. He knew from the way you shifted your eyes around the room, avoided locking eyes with him and yet giving him millisecond glimpses to search for a reaction.

There certainly was a better way of saying this, of doing this. Maybe after he’s returned back to the dorm he could mull over his feelings and think of a better way to confess, maybe bring you to one of his favorite coffee shops, maybe even ask Tasuku and Izumi for advice…

but he wants to let at least a fraction of his feelings out, to relieve him if not for reassurance. He allows himself to be a little hopeful, a little confident that your feelings resemble his if he was to base it off of your reaction.

“Even after our lessons end, could we continue seeing each other?”

For the first time in what felt like hours, which in reality was likely three minutes, your gaze met his own. You’d think about it more later, but his pupils were dilated as he looked at you. Yours might have been, too.

“I’d like that, a lot.”

Tsumugi didn’t step on your feet for the rest of the night.

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Mystery Spot (Chapter 68)

Let’s Talk About JSHK Manga #4

If you get the title reference, I applaud you.

Warning: 1) !!! MANGA SPOILERS UP TO CHAPTER 68 !!! Duh.

2) I dropped a couple of f bombs and several curses here ... I really ranted lmao.

3) This reaction/review is closer to me spewing wild theories rather than an actual review. But these wild theories are my reactions. So. Ehhh these theories are probably wrong anyway. Lemme have my dark, twisted fun, mkay? Not sure if they’re entirely coherent though.

Had trouble copying some kanji this time around ‘cause they’re so freaking blurry! So I got too lazy to write this yesterday haha. Thank you Ropes of Fate for the translation! Truly commendable heroes of the fandom *sobs*. I also used three panels from Chapter 61, translated by Caim.

Let’s jump into it (ba dum tss).

This chapter is a bit shorter than usual and boy do you feel it. Well. At least I do. But I really hope sensei are taking some time to relax. Last chapter was 45 pages, after all. Y’all deserve it you wonderful creators.

First of all I would like to dedicate the biggest f bomb for the villagers because what the fuck. Why the fuck would you sacrifice poor, innocent young girls just to keep yourself safe? And it’s not even a sacrifice to kami-sama! Y’all just droppin’ these girls to be eaten by supernaturals! And y’all practically manipulated them smh.

Are y’all insane?! Y’all could’ve just moved the fuck out. What kind of insane people just decide to stay near a literal pit of hell? Don’t give me the ‘we’ve lived here for generations’ bs okay ‘cause y’all neighbors be getting eaten by supernaturals but y’all rather trade innocent young girls for your own safety. If Berkians and Asgardians can suck it up and be the bigger nation with all that ‘Berk/Asgard is not a place it’s the people’ shit, y’all can too.

I’ve disliked characters in JSHK before. But I’ve never hated JSHK characters before. Until now. Y’all fucking did it, dumbass villagers.

Ahem. Pardon me.

Because my brain is a literal self-debate machine let me just say that I did consider several possibilities in these ‘people’’s defense. There’s the obvious ‘some people back then didn’t know any better and believe a human sacrifice will solve everything’ mindset. Then there’s the possibility of them being trapped in their village for some reason, hence not having any other choice but to sacrifice those girls.

But y’know what else could be the case? ‘Cause my mind really went dark there for a bit.

The Minamoto clan let it happen.

In the last chapter it was mentioned that the Minamoto clan was involved. And this is a bit shocking now that I think about it more ‘cause Teru has always been adamant that all supernaturals are evil and must be exorcised, humans must be protected.

But what if they just let the villagers sacrifice these girls so that the monsters can be contained in this village, in that pit, instead of running amok to other places and cause more trouble?

Which makes me wonder.

Uh. Where did Teru go to? Does he know about this? Did he go to that pit (or that village, if Kamome Academy wasn’t built on its land)?

If he does know, isn’t he interested in saving a fellow human student and underclassman? If he does know about the Akane clan, isn’t he interested in telling his VP, who’s obsessed with an Akane? Unless ... you know ... he meant for this to happen, which I kinda doubt.

He must know something about this. He went out of his way to make Akane promise to protect Kou if something were to happen. What’s more dangerous than the Grim Reaper showing up looking for a sacrifice who turned out to be Kou’s beloved senpai’s best friend? What if Akane had to choose between Aoi and Kou at some point?

Okie next I wanna talk about Hanako. This is gonna sound just as far fetched as the previous bit lmao but here goes.

Boiiii y’all saw it. The pause before his answer. His face drawn out of view, in an evasive body language.

(Hanako my boy pls do us all a favor and stop lying to your girlfriend, we all know how well that turned out in Picture Perfect lmao)

Theory. He knew what’s been going on all along. Or at least the gist of it.

Remember this?

Imma take a detour a lil bit.

The Far Shore/torii gate refused Nene in chapter 67, right? In my Chapter 67 reaction I said it was the bracelet that saved her but now I think the bracelet probably disguised her as Sumire in the villagers’ eyes. So the Far Shore/torii gate refused her, and we all thought it was because she wasn’t an Akane.

But then we found out that Hanako was right about the village. It was just a ‘made up world’ inside Shinigami’s boundary. It’s just a reenactment of the day Sumire died, probably based on Shinigami’s memories, as the first page of Chapter 64 said.

So of course Nene was refused. Because in his memories, Sumire was the one who fell into the pit that day.

Sumire also said in this chapter’s narration that the villagers sacrificed young girls. Not Akane girls. Also, before the sacrifices began, the monsters already ate villagers anyway, right? They didn’t only eat young girls. It wasn’t said as such. The villagers probably just chose young girls because that’s sorta like the equivalent of offering the best meat or smth. Practically a please accept our humble offering of tenderloin wagyu, O Horrible Monsters.

The coveted bloodline thing was probably a plus, not obligatory. Often in stories, people with high ‘spiritual energy’ are supposed to taste more delicious and grant whoever eats their meat special powers or smth (e.g. Tang Sanzang from Journey to the West). Also ancient cultures sacrifice young girls often, that was the trend.

And they proceeded to try to sacrifice Nene anyway, despite her not being an Akane. They said it themselves. “It doesn’t matter if it’s that girl.”

So according to the (rather vague) information we have, it’s possible that the sacrifice doesn’t have to be an Akane or a girl.

Some of y’all have been theorizing that the Yugi twins got involved with supernaturals, and that sorta lead to their death.

What if this is it?

I myself am not sure how it went down if this is really the case. But I keep imagining our boy’s infamous ‘I’m not going anywhere’ being said by Sumire because bruh she’s the epitome of not going anywhere. She was chosen to be sacrificed since she was a child, not given a choice. Even after she died and became a yorishiro, she was imprisoned in this time prison world or whatever, reliving her death every single day with no escape.

And I couldn’t help but think ‘hoooo shit what if???’

I mean. I don’t know who was the chosen sacrifice. Could be Tsukasa, could be Amane. Maybe he killed his brother so that he wouldn’t get sacrificed, and decided that he’ll die along with his brother. I’m not going anywhere. Maybe it also means I’m not letting you send my brother to be eaten by monsters, and since we can’t escape either, we’re staying here no matter what.

And if the Minamotos were really in on it, it makes sense for Grandma Minamoto to accuse Amane of being an evil murderer. He practically got in the way ‘of other people’s safety’ by killing the chosen sacrifice.

banjjakz also said something about the possibility of Tsukasa being a previous sacrifice. Read about it here and here. It’s pretty interesting!

Besides, a wonder whose precious person got sacrificed and later became their yorishiro? That’d be some parallel, haha.

Sure, Sumire said ‘if the kannagi was switched’. But the early narration didn’t mention a sacrifice of kannagi. Just ‘young girls’.

Look just lemme have this, alright?

Oh. Also I wanted to point out the possible tension/trust issues between Hanako and Nene but many other blogs have pointed it out quite well so I’m just gonna stick with my wild theories.

But I will address what Nene said about the pit.

Where is said pit anyway? In Kamome? Why is it open? Is it Tsukasa changing rumors and allowing more supernaturals to cross back to the Near shore? More likely. I mean, he does grant wishes for supernaturals after all.

Oh. Speaking of Nene. Let’s give her a round of applause for her character development. She’s become of better judgement regarding men’s terrible behavior. Wow. That’s my girl. I mean, we still don’t know much about Shinigami, but from what I’ve seen so far, Sumire guuuurrrrllllll you deserve better.

Regardless of my ships, these supernatural boys should take notes from my precious Kou and how he loves so selflessly. Lmao. Remember that one post-chapter panels in Picture Perfect where he said he’ll find Nene a prince in the real world, even though he likes her? Broooo I want ten of this precious boy.

Lastly, Akane and Aoi.

Where are they? They look like they’re stranded in some wild boundary somewhere, the one with half sunken houses and lost things that usually appear in color spreads. I am so hyped, ‘cause I love the aesthetics, and I wanna see more of this place.

Oh. And Akane’s alive. Phew. I gotta be honest though, I kinda looked forward to his death. Not because I hate the kiddo. He’s technically still human, right. I’m just wondering whether his death or Aoi’s would cause Teru to outright declare war against the Seven Wonders because aren’t these folks supposed to protect students like they claim to be? (This, of course, ignores my previous theories about the Minamoto clan)

Basically I just wanna see some shit go down with Teru mkay ‘cause this powerful dude has been useless for quite too long now.

Aoi’s still pretty confusing, too. She went from this weird expression:

to this:

She kinda looked like she was still under the influence of the drug thingy. But she was also concerned about Akane, even though it’s not like how she worried about Nene in the past. And she knew Akane longer than her, they practically grew up together. Real Aoi would be in tears seeing his condition, y’all. So I guess the drug thingy’s effect is slowly wearing out.

Closing! JSHK is dark but usually not in ways my brain expects it to be. (And a lot of times I still get surprised with the amount of comedy it has lmao.) Sooo sensei are probably gonna prove me wrong about most of these, anyway. Haha.

As always feel free to discuss.

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raspberryfanfics · 4 years

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concepts (bonus part)—hizashi hyuga

REVIEW ON FFN PLEASE

Warning! This is half crack and also has nejiten. If you want to believe it happened in the story, believe it. Kind of 13+ for lots of innuendos and dirty talking.

“Is it wrong to wish him suffering so we have an excuse to see him?” Asuka asked.

“It feels wrong, but I wish it anyway.” Hizashi sighed.

They peered into the pool where Neji was sparring his teammate Tenten, in a very similar way to how they used to spar. He rotated and she threw weapons from every direction, flying like Asuka used to. Meanwhile, on the other side of the field were the other two of Team Gai, similar in concept to Kenji and Kazane-sensei, who had joined them as well.

Truth be told, though the company of their teammates were nice, it was horrible to see them there so early. It must have been because of the grief of losing two teammates in the same month. It wasn’t that they were suicidal, but they welcomed death by going on missions that were nearly impossible. Kazane-sensei died first as a hero, saving the other ANBU members on an S-rank mission. Kenji had been on an escort with the Third Hokage, and when the Hokage had died, he very willingly transferred his life force into the Sandaime, reuniting the team once more.

The four turned to the two clad in green, thankful that their teammates were not that insane. Gai wasn’t very great at ninjutsu and Lee had no talent for it whatsoever, kind of like how Kazane-sensei lost one appendage and Kenji lost two. Yet that was where their similarities ended. The most ridiculous thing their teammates ever did was throw their prosthetics while Neji’s teammates...well, they were a completely different story. Nonetheless, it was always entertaining to watch them.

In the blink of an eye, Neji had pinned Tenten to a tree, both panting in exhaustion. Their faces were red, they were sweating, and a kunai was still in the young kunoichi’s hand. Their eye contact was harsh and even if Tenten lost the spar, she was still determined to win the staring competition. They stayed in their close position for another minute, making Kazane-sensei yell in frustration.

“Holy us,” she sighed.

The other three groaned at the joke. Their sensei decided that because they were spirits, they were deemed “holy” and that saying “holy us” was the most hilarious thing in the world.

“WILL THEY JUST MAKE-OUT ALREADY?” she cried. “I swear they are even worse than you two and all of your sexual tension and that’s saying something!”

Hizashi grumbled. “You sure we had even half of the tension they had?”

“At least three quarters of it. They look like they’re going to fuck each other with their eyes.” Kenji said as-a-matter-of-a-factly.

“I think they’re doing it right now. Having intercourse with their eyes.” Asuka noted as Tenten bit her lip and slowly looked down. Neji’s chest was slowly inching towards hers.

“We should make sure Lee and Gai don’t interrupt. I swear to us that if they keep it up I’m gonna have flashbacks of when you kids were genin.”

“They aren’t gonna make-out, sensei. They don’t have the balls. It’s just their stupid flirting again, see?”

Just as Kenji said, Neji was asking why she had been distracted this whole training round, as they watched him struggle with his own desires. She was now reddening because of his comment. Tenten suddenly escaped his grip and grabbed his shirt, bringing his face dangerously close to his. Team Kazane could see the prodigy of the Hyuga clan tense up more than ever before.

His mouth was slightly parted and his breath was caught in his throat, to the amusement of the four. With the girl he had a huge crush on that close, he didn’t even see Tenten pull out a kunai and bring it up to his neck.

“Who’s distracted now?”

The weapon’s mistress smirked and Asuka cheered. “I love that girl! She’s perfect for him!”

“You’re supposed to be rooting for Neji.” Hizashi chuckled.

Funny, because as babies in the orphanage, they were in this exact position, though it was clear that none of them had any burning desires at the time. It was just Tenten with a rubber kunai, Neji with his palms forwards in a stupid manner, and him trying to figure out whatever the hell the Byakagun made him see.

“He’s sucking in his emotions. That’s toxic masculinity right there. I expected more from a child of mine.”

“Like Tenten is? She appears to be doing the same.”

“It builds up sexual tension,” shrugged Kenji.

“Can we enter his conscience now?” Asuka mumbled. “I’d consider this a truly desperate moment. Besides, if we just talk to him, it doesn’t really count as actually appearing. You know what they say: bend the rules a little, cut the action a little.”

The former medical ninja sweatdropped. “Asuka dear, no one actually says that.”

“Let’s go screw with his head. This is pure torture.” he agreed.

Before they drifted down, Kazane said they would be listening closely to their “advice”.

Entering Neji’s mind was hilariously fun. The dead married couple were hissing at each other, trying to decide who should talk first. Apparently, their whispers were too loud and it almost ended up with Neji being hit by a kunai from the distraction.

“Look what you did!” Asuka cried to Hizashi. “You almost got him hit.”

“Mother?Father?”

“Hey, Neji,” Hizashi said cheerfully.

“What the hell are you doing inside my head?”

“It’s a desperate time. We come to visit at truly desperate times. It’s just that we hadn’t seen you in over a decade because you weren’t desperate enough, but when you needed me you were actually dying so I had to push you back from the light!”

Asuka sighed. “He did a good job too. Do you know who didn’t do a good job? You. It’s been two years since that stunt you pulled and since the poor girl was weeping over your nearly-dead body, but apparently my son’s a relationship-phobe, so you haven’t even kissed her! You desperately need relationship advice and because even Hinata’s words aren’t working, here we are.”

“Why do I need rela—I’m sparring!”

“Wow, you should be grateful.” Hizashi sighed. “We can’t visit you a whole lot, you know. Can’t you greet your father with any more emotion?”

“I’ll greet you two with a lot more emotion when I join you after Tenten kills me.”

“I think he gets the sass from Kazane-sensei,” he said to his wife.

Neji nearly got hit by another kunai.

“Can’t you come back later? I’d love to talk when I’m not a human dartboard.”

Asuka sighed. “Looks like it’s time to tell you what we came here for. You better make a move, honey.”

A kunai cut a strand of hair.

“Careful there,”

“Shut up!”

“Wow, she’s really good.” said Hizashi. “You’re lucky to have such a talented teammate. She reminds me of your mother.”

“I—”

“She’s very pretty too. Good taste in weapons, great posture, hair looks good so you know she cares about how she presents herself, but practical as well. Perfect kunoichi.”

“This is so weird!”

“She’s pretty attractive. Don’t you think, Neji?”

He paused in his thoughts for a moment, avoiding her weapons.

Hizashi smirked. “Tell her your Byakugan has different perks than seeing far.”

“No!”

“If she tried using her weapons in ways that didn’t inflict pain?”

“Is that even appropriate for a Hyuga to say”

“We have libidos, Neji. Oh! I have a really good one! Tell her that seeing tenketsu points isn’t just for disabling them!”

“Hell no!”

Asuka palmed her forehead at both father and son and sighed.

“Why not?” he pressed, enjoying his son’s torture for the first time in his life.

“I don’t want a ticket to heaven, thank you very much.

“Do some taijutsu.” she suggested. “Left undercut.”

Neji followed his mother’s instructions and Tenten quickly took out a bo for close-combat.

“Hey guys!” a familiar voice said cheerfully.

“Kenji!” Asuka said. “Neji, remember Uncle Kenji? He’s here to help you notice your lovely teammate so you don’t feel awkward with us doing it.”

“Now’s not the time, mother.”

“Yea, says the one who’s constantly bringing his palm near her chest and poking her.”

“Shut up! Is having an uncle making dirty jokes to you even appropriate? Why is that so cliche? Well, besides the fact that traditionally the perverted uncle molests the niece, rather the nephew.”

“I was a medical ninja. I know all the proper terms. Would you like me to use something more scientific? Neji-kun, you just used your gentle fist method to target her 78th tenketsu, the one that is very close to her right breast. I’m sure your testosterone levels have been elevating every time your hand nearly comes into contact with her erogenous zones.”

“Kenji’s good.” mumbled Hizashi. “I’m impressed.”

“Lord Kami, just kiss her already.”

“I—”

“What, you’re telling me that you, a 17-year-old male, have no sexual desires for a hot teammate?”

“I never said she was hot!”

Asuka couldn’t resist. “Oh honey, your face says very much otherwise.”

“MOTHER!”

At the same time, Tenten had been saying something that Neji didn’t catch.

Everyone froze.

Everyone, even the dead spirits in his head, even Tenten, whose face was red in surprise, was frozen in shock. Her fists clenched around her weapons and she looked absolutely terrifying.

“Did you just call me “mother”?”

Neji was so screwed.

He tried to defend himself from the series of sharp weapons, but he was clearly distracted by her.

“Pretty hot when the girl’s mad, huh?” Hizashi spouted into his ear.

“She’s about to kill me!”

“We know.”

The jonin struggled to keep up and she was quickly starting to defeat him. With one last resort, Neji threw his body at her, catching one of the kunai to knock the other away and disabled her tenketsu. He pinned her shoulders to the grass, knees holding her legs to the ground so she couldn’t kick him. His hair was undone and it was hanging from the sides, brushing her face.

Hizashi smirked. “Kiss her, Neji, what are you waiting for?”

And that’s what he did.

The three drifted out of his mind and smiled to themselves.

It was another mission well done by Team Kazane. The only thing was, the making out was much more serious than they anticipated and decided to look away before watching them became an activity that was rated R. Neji and Tenten definitely made-out harder than any of them did, and this was only in the first minute.

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The Beginning of a Marriage

A/N: SEXUAL TENSIOOONNNSSS... LOL!

JUST A SHORT THOUGHT:

WARNING! SPOILERS from the book and movie 365 Days: I just finished reading a detailed review of the book. The difference between the Massimo in the book vs Massimo in the movie was so great, I felt so sad reading the detailed review about the book and the characters. (DETAILED REVIEW Read here....). Nonetheless, this story was inspired quite a bit by the Massimo from the movie. The review of the book and the difference it has with the movie not only made me want to write about strong female leads, but also, develop some sort of bond between my two characters as; (another spoiler from the book review; “Laura and Massimo as a couple - Those two didn't really share any interests, they didn't talk a lot about anything aside from how perversed they are & their sexual fantasies. Their whole relationship was built on violence, blackmail, anger and fighting.”)

And I believe the reviewer did make a point!

This story is the continuation of ‘The Wedding’

Genre: Action/ Drama / Comedy

Sandro Balestreri - Michele Morrone

Tilly McLeod - is an original female character

Will McLeod - Liam Neeson

Henry McLeod - Henry Cavill

The Beginning of a Marriage

The moment they reached the Balistreri’s ancestral home where the wedding reception will be held. Tilly immediately got out of the car, and ran all the way to the front door of the villa.

“What’s the hurry bella?!” Sandro teased.

He expected Tilly to trip and fall and embarrass herself, with the way she was going, but to his surprise, she was very graceful, despite the high heels and the long gown. The long part of the back hem of her dress, flew with the wind, which made him stare longer than he intended, she looked so ethereal, reminding him of the goddess of the wind.

“Quickly, Sandro! they’ll be here in an hour or two?” Tilly says whilst running up the on the steps of the entrance, completely oblivious to the way her husband stared at her.

He sighed, and turned off the car’s ignition, and pulled out the keys. By the time he entered the villa, he can hear the clucking sound of Tilly’s heels from upstairs like a staccato on a piano.

He chuckled as he climbed the staircase and was a little surprised that the sound of the tick-tocking of her shoes suddenly stopped. When he reached the second floor, he saw her door, slightly ajar, enough for him to peek through. Out of sheer curiosity, Sandro took a peek at the small slit of the door only to find his wife busy talking on her phone,dressed in nothing but a nude strapless bridal shapewear, whilst her wedding gown, lay neatly on the side sofa. Though it didn’t show the parts that he wanted to see, it accentuated her hourglass body. Who would’ve thought his wife hid such a voluptuous figure.

“Damn...” he whispered to himself, a naughty smile formed on his lips. “Who would’ve thought...”

“You’ll be late for an hour later than the designated time? Oh! of course, there’s no problem with that, we have more time to prepare for my side then. Take your time, we do not mind...” she says to the person on the other side of the line. He guessed it must be the magazine interview later on. After putting down the call, she sighs, and lays her head on top of the dressing table, completely exhausted.

With another exhausted sigh, Tilly gets up from her seat and changes into different dress, swiftly slipping into it. It had the same elegant silhouette as her wedding dress, but this time, it was black and a bit more minimalistic, with longer bell sleeves complementing the classic silhouette in the most delightful way. She paired with another set of emerald necklace, but took a little longer choosing the earrings, so she spread what she had brought on to the table to compare. Unable to choose, she leaves the previous task to re-touch her makeup.

Sandro didn’t notice that he had been watching a little longer until she lifted her head, to check the time. Though, there was nothing much to see now that she’s dressed, he felt like a voyeur. He didn’t understand it himself as to why he seemed to be enjoying watching Tilly dress up, there was something so sultry about it. In fact, he was getting a little hard down there.This was the first time he considered something so sexy without a woman being naked.

Suddenly, Sandro accidentally pushes the door open, causing Tilly to almost jump out of her seat.

“Who’s there!!??” she shouts.

However, Sandro quickly slips away, and hides at one side.

Tilly pops her head outside of her door, and looked from right to left, trying to see if there was anybody in the hallway. Much to her relief, there appeared to be no one. She closes the door shut, and Sandro hears the clicking sound of the doorknob, indicating that she had locked it this time.

Sandro sighs in frustration, and tried to find a way to ‘cool’ himself and his ‘friend’ down there. His eyes lands on the large window not far from where he stood, and the first thing he saw was the pool.

“Good Idea...” he thought to himself. It was indeed the perfect time to go for a relaxing swim.

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“Sandro!” Tilly’s deep, mezzo-soprano voice echoed throughout the hallway, reaching all the way to the backyard where the pool was. One of the first things he had noticed about Tilly in the beginning was her voice. Despite the sunny disposition and the small height, he didn’t expect her to have a such deep soothing voice that reminded him of those narrators in documentaries. When happy, it will be a little tone higher. When annoyed, he could hear her voice strain, turning a little raspy, as if she was containing something within herself. It made him little curious how would she sound like if angry.

Sandro swim’s to the side of the pool and sits down, he could already hear the tick-tocking of her heels approaching.

“Yes, bella?” he greets turning his head to her direction. There she was looking so regal in her black off-shoulder gown, walking towards him.

For a moment, she stops to take a good look at him. He was wearing nothing but those swimming shorts. She couldn’t help but agree that Sandro was no doubt a very handsome man, with a well-toned muscular body.

“See something you like, bella?” he teased, seeing the expression of admiration in her face.

Tilly smiles, clears her throat, and crosses her arms. “In fact yes... you’re a really handsome man, Sandro!” she says shamelessly, catching him off-guard. Often, a woman would either ‘neg’ him, tease him, call him arrogant, outright deny it, play coy, or play games when in such situations. But it completely surprised him that Tilly owned up to it.

“Wow... Thank you...” he chuckled, not really knowing how to respond to her honesty.

Tilly nonchalantly sits at the lounge chair behind him and asks. “What made you want to swim at this time?”

“I don’t know?” he said, as he looked up at sky. “ I just found it a little too warm for my liking, I guess...” he says, when she was the very reason.

“I see, well, I’ve come to tell you that I have your new suit ready. I placed it on top of your bed, just wear it when the people from the magazine arrives.” she instructs, before walking off.

“Where are you going?” he asked, watching her walk back to the door.

“I’m gonna take a nap, I’d appreciate it if you’d wake me half-an-hour later!” she says, before closing the door behind her.

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Sandro smiled, trying to contain his laughter, as he approached a sleeping Tilly, laying in the couch. He didn’t understand the weird, hammerhead shark looking ‘headdress’ she was wearing. He did see it in a magazine before and thought it was ridiculous.

“Well, an odd wife indeed...” he tells himself. “So she does have her inelegant moments...” he adds, realizing that he always saw her composed and dignified.

“Wake up, bella... they’re here...” he said, slightly shaking her. To his surprise, Tilly gets up, in a bit of a panic.

“I can’t see! what’s happening!!??” she said, her hands flailing in slight panic.

Sandro bit his lips to stop himself from laughing and pulled the unsightly thing off her head.

“Oh!” she lets out, laughs a bit, which caught him off-guard, he surely did not expect Tilly to laugh at herself. “I forgot I was wearing that...” she said, a little embarrassed.

“What the hell is this?” he says, examining the weird looking object.

“An ostrich-pillow... I’d get you one if you want?” she offered.

“No, Thank you...” he said, placing it on the side. The thing looked far from an ostrich.

**********

“Hi! how are you doing?!” Tilly greets the interviewer cordially, giving her a hug and the customary kiss on each cheek.

“I am fine, oh by the way, you look stunning!” the journalist compliments and looks at Tilly from head to toe with admiration. “Congratulations and Best Wishes to both you and your husband!” she adds.

“Thank You!” was her response.

Sandro watched from the side as Tilly greets the staff from the magazine one by one. It wasn’t so long ago that she looked unpoised, wearing the hammerhead pillow of hers. Now she was back to graceful and sophisticated Tilly.

“Sandro?” Tilly called and then turned back to the journalist. “ Come and meet my husband, Sandro...” she says. “Sandro this is my friend and reporter Lauren Wescott, Lauren, this is my husband, Alessandro Balestreri...”

“Nice to meet you Mr Balestreri, congratulations on your wedding, and winning the Forbes Travel Guide and Haute Grandeur awards.” Lauren mentions, referring to Sandro’s actual job.

Though Sandro’s family is still a mafia, they had long since been trying legalize, and have been continuing to do so. In the surface, everyone knew Sandro as the outstanding and award winning restaurateur and hotelier, and the COO (Chief Operations Officer) of the Balestreri Group. Only those who are loyal to the oath of Omerta knows what Sandro is and his family, including Tilly’s family. Though Sandro and Tilly’s family have long been trying to legalize their businesses, it never meant that they still don’t get their hands dirty. Especially when things take a different turn. Sometimes, things are just done the hard way.

“I heard that you and your hotels were nominated for the Stelliers awards? I wish you luck...” Lauren adds, talking about another hotel awards.

“Ah, yes, Thank You... I do hope to win something this year...” he adds. “Please take a seat...” he offers as he sat beside Tilly. “Shall we begin?”

“Of course!” she says enthusiastically. Lauren takes out a pen notepad, ready to jot down notes. “So how did you two meet?”

“Oh, through my parents, and then his aunt...” was Tilly’s simple answer. “His aunt was trying to matchmake me with him, and so here we are...” she added.

“Matchmaking?! that’s a good way to meet each other, specially now that it’s full of social dating apps...” Lauren comments and sighs.

“The first time you met, what were the things that caught your attention about your significant other?” Lauren reads from her notes.

“ I always saw Sandro as a man with quiet confidence about him. I would say the most memorable part of the first meeting would be his eyes. When I turned to look at him, he was looking at me with the citrine eyes of his... and I was not able to speak, so I drank tea to cover it up.” Tilly turns to face Sandro who had one brow arched, and a mischievous smile plastered on his lips. She knew that what she said will be used against her anytime soon.

Sandro’s turn came, and looked at Tilly. “ The first thing I noticed and captured my attention was her voice. Well, she might not know this, but the first time I met her was during the Wimbledon...”

“Oh!” Tilly looks at him surprised, and tries to see if he was making this up, or she had really seen him in person before?

“Really? we would love to hear that story?!” Lauren says, interested at the story that Sandro was about to tell.

“ It was during the men’s doubles a few years back. There was this lady and her brother, who was seated beside me and It turns out to be her.” he begins, Lauren was genuinely interested, whilst Tilly felt nervous, and tried to recall if she had committed any blunder that day.

“It was when Marach was hit in the worst possible spot, and then I overhear this woman beside me telling her brother, ‘ Headlines tomorrow, ‘Marach gets a whack!’ Well, he doesn’t have to worry about contraception now!’ ” Sandro says, saying it in typical Tilly fashion, spot on with her scottish accent.

Lauren throws her head back laughing, remembering that particular incident during one of the Wimbledon’s match. “ Yes! that is so Tilly!” confirming Sandro’s story on how Tilly usually is.

Tilly laughed along too, in relief. But she did remember the guy beside her laughing at her dry comment, dress in a light blue summer suit, wearing shades. But then that was all to it. She just didn’t expect that her future husband had been sitting right next to her then.

By the way, if you want to read the previous story, here it is, ‘The Wedding’

The Next Part of this story is here; ‘Marriage’

A/N: I will be editing this because I probably have made a number of grammatical errors. I hope you enjoyed the story. FYI. It will be a series of one shots.

#Mafia #Omerta #IronLady #Iron Lady #Independent Woman #Michele Morrone #Michele Morrone Face Claim #Michele Morrone Fan Fiction #Michele Morrone FanFiction #Michele Morrone X OFC #Michelle Morrone x OC #Michele Morrone x Original Female Character #Original Story #Massimo Torricelli #Massimo Torricelli Face Claim #Massimo Toricelli Inspired #Drama #Action #Comedy

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Eve!!!! Need your thoughts about Taylor's album!!!! 💓💓💓💓💓💓

i love getting asked :”(((((( :”))))))) thank uuuuuuuu. let’s get to it. as usual, it’s an almost-first impression (normally i write my basic thoughts during the first listen – yeah i’d started doing it before getting this, you know, just in case – and then i review them w a second one, where i also select my favourite passage). sooo, let’s go

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the 1 — such sweet yet heartbreaking lyrics... very soft sound, if it sets the mood for the album im 100 per cent in! This one didn’t stick w me after one listen, but after the second i was like wooow! I love how she says waking up alone ughhh. 8

fave lyrics: persist and resist the temptation to ask you / if one thing had been different / would everything be different today?

cardigan — !!!!!!! the sound has that bittersweet something that gets under your skin and makes you nostalgic for something you can’t even pinpoint. it reminds me of the softest lana, especially in nfr (eg bartender!!). i’m in awe. instant obsession!!!! the ending takes you to another plane of existence – ‘cause i knew everything when i was young... i knew you’d miss me... you’d come back to me. also i’m crying. 10+

[it’s hard to choose bc the whole song reads like poetry but i’m especially obsessed w] giving me your weekends; once in twenty lifetimes; tried to change the ending / peter losing wendy; you drew stars around my scars

the last great american dynasty — storytelling on pointttt and sound, too! telling the story of someone she bought her house from?? the genius jumped out. she paints it like a romantic portrait, mad woman pacing on the shore, but then also gatsbian, the crazy parties, dali... and then takes it back to today w the key lime green dog, idk, iconic. i want to know this woman. this song truly takes you somewhere else, i thought it was a bit repetitive but then the bridge came in and the final vocals plus i had a marvelous time ruining everything, i have to stan! 8+

there goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen / she had a marvelous time ruining everything

exile — ok wow, bon iver’s voice is something else!!!! i was kind of ignorant when it came to him, i admit. his depth and rasp paired with how angelic she sounds... heavenly. sound-wise, but also thematically, this vaguely reminds me of tomorrow never came w lana and sean ono lennon. (one of my fave songs of all time maybe?). the way they enunciate i think i’ve seen this film before is literally a work of art all in itself, not to mention – well i’m mentioning it bc it’s worth it! – the you never gave a warning sign vs the way she goes over it w i gave so many signs. god this makes me feel sooooo sad and like, involved. it’s so beautiful. 10

you’re not my homeland anymore / so what am i defending now?

my tears ricochet — ok wtfffff??? everything about this speaks to my soul. the airy voice, the way she sets the scene... sunlit room, the funeral metaphor, you turned into your worst fears. i didn’t have it in myself to go with grace speaks to me more than anything, but just, everything about the lyrics. truly something else, cursing my name / wishing i stayed gives me chills everytime she says it. the beat that gets more insistent towards the end, with the bridge....... the high notes that then fade..... just wow. 10

and i can go anywhere i want / anywhere i want, just not home / and you can aim for my heart, go for blood / but you would still miss me in your bones / and i still talk to you when i’m screaming at the sky / and when you can’t sleep at night you hear my stolen lullabies

mirrorball — love the lyrics, maybe a bit less the sound? i mean i do love the sound, so far i’m loving how softly produced and coherent this album is, but this one i wouldn’t listen to on repeat and maybe there’s something a bit whiny that i don’t love. powerful meaning tho, and who’d use a mirrorball as a metaphor for feeling like you’re fragile, trying too hard to be a people-pleaser and no one sees the real you? 7

i’m still trying everything to keep you looking at me

seven — ah........ i started crying as soon as this one started, pleeease picture me in the trees, i hit my peak at seven....... like ok there’s no need to go that hard??? it’s so dreamy and like... naïf? in a perfect way. the way she says i still got love for you...... and everything else... she mentions folk songs... the purest love described in the purest way. i don’t think i have enough words to descrive the way this song moves me. like i want to listen to it again and again, to be able to feel like that again, but also i’m almost scared to listen bc it touches me too deeply. i still will tho hehe. 10+ (also just realised this is track 7 ok makes sense but my mind is blown. 100)

[this is literally deeper than a shakespeare sonnet so everything literally is my fave but, having to choose] and i’ve been meaning to tell you / i think your house is haunted / your dad is always mad and that must be why / and i think you should come live with me / and we can be pirates / then you won’t have to cry / or hide in the closet / and just like a folk song / our love will be passed on

august — i love the contrast between the lighthearted, happy singing and guitars and the sad lyrics. the story it tells is so simple and yet there’s so much poetry in that... plus it reminds me of fearless or even speak now?? which are like. the taylor that gets to my heart, tbh. the bridge and the outro made the song for me. 8,5

for me, it was enough / to live for the hope of it all / canceled plans just in case you’d call

this is me trying — oh god... lyrically this song is so raw and honest, it gives me chills! i do have to say, i don’t love how she says i just wanted to know (like metrically?? idk, im weird) but these are really just small comments on amazing songs, bc i feel like all i’m saying is wow this is great, lyrics and sound, but it truly is a complete and consistent work of art, easily listened to top to bottom each time. 8-

they told me all of my cages were mental / so got wasted like all my potential / and my words shoot to kill when i’m mad / i have a lot of regrets about that

illicit affairs — ok this goes without saying but i love storyteller taylor, it’s the taylor i grew up loving and singing to in my room. the thing about most of these songs, this one included, is that they probably grow on you after a few listens, bc they’re not made to be catchy, the production and backgrounds are always very soft and some i love more than others. this one musically maybe isn’t my fave but the narration is on point, and the bridge?? the fuckkkk. plus it has one of mt favourite themes ever which is so rarely spoken about, which is the fact that language you only speak w a particular someone you love, makes you miss them even more when they’re gone. or well not exactly this but i can’t put it into words, she did tho. 8+

you taught me a secret language i can’t speak with anyone else / and you know damn well / for you, i would ruin myself / a million little times

invisible string — the color theme!!! the guitar strumming!!! and the idea of an invisible tie w someone special... i do think she outdid herself w this album. again, not my fave soundwise, maybe slightly whiny when she goes meEeeEee? but, lyrically adorable and moving. 7,5

one single thread of gold / tied me to you

mad woman — maam...... this is iconic shit........ how could she say stuff like this w such a dreamy, breathy voice. musically i get huuuge lana’a nfr vibes again (which i mean. goals) but i also adore that lyrically it’s so taylor, no one would say this shit the way she does. adore how she sings to wrap your news around and bonus for women like hunting witches too, i do love me a nod to the fact that some women are so deeply filled w machism that they’re basically men in disguise. 8,5

every time you call me crazy, i get more crazy / what about that? / and when you say i seem angry, i get more angry [isn’t this just womanhood condensed in a few lines]

epiphany — aw! it sounds like a lullaby, maybe it’s slightly ‘boring’ for my taste? meaning i get distracted which is surely a shame bc the words seem beautiful, but it’s so soft i just drift off? but reading the lyrics – for focus hehe – i’m moved. 7+

only twenty minutes to sleep / but you dream of some epiphany / just one single glimpse of relief / to make some sense of what you’ve seen

betty — okay byeeeeeeeeee. this is taylor at her finest! countryyyyyyyy, storytelling, lesbian jdjdfk no yeah I know I knowww, romance went sour. gut wrenching and beautiful, this feels like... watching a sad teen movie but w a sepia filter, idk. i dreamt of you all summer long oh my......... it’s like og taylor from her iconic first couple of albums came back but w all her baggage and growth and experience and better than ever. also why does taylor sing so wel about being in love w a woman????? well. 10+

betty, right now is the last time / i can dream about what happens when / you see my face again

peace — ..........yes yes yes. the high notes, the honesty, the syncopated parts where she says so much so quick and yet it still hits you. it’s not even a short song but it ends too soon, it goes by like that..... a poem. omg it just hit me this has flo vibes! especially from high as hope, for example grace or south london forever?? i mean... taylor doing alt folk country pop...... queen. give you my wild, give you a child?? ok ok. 10

all these people think love’s for show / but i would die for you in secret

hoax — weeeell the lana inspo jumped out w that piano!!!!! and like. mood. and lyrics...... this reminds me of wuthering heights or of lana’s tormented love stories (shades of blue.....). a powerful closer. poetry. 9

i am ash from your fire

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okkkkk this was a flattering review, very well deserved imo since the review is mine gjgjhkhk i agree w myself. thank you again and as i always say, feel free to come back w your comments! and have a great dayyyyy! much love

#taylor swift #folklore #also bonus points for the title #fave ever from her #10 #should i tag my reviews #(i think this has now become the tag)

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alrighty, review time!

Do you think Donald wrote the song? He did write a song when he was younger and the lyrics fit him best

I love that Donald is the sane man of the Caballeros

Why did you choose the bathroom? That’s really weird and kind of perverted

I love the picture of a rubber ducky in a top hat on the wall

Just how big is that bathtub? Four grown men were able to fit in it at the same time

Never mess with a man who has a demon-ghost butler

“That’s the FOURTH rich guy’s bathroom we’ve been kicked out of.” I...I would like to know about the other three. And again, WHY THE BATHROOM?!

“We just need someone to listen to us!” Donald giving us the theme/moral of the episode

Was Louie just waiting out there?

Louie looks like a drug dealer. He also looks a bit like the reboot version of himself from that poster in Quack Pack

“And you’re willing to do whatever I say, at any cost whatsoever?” “Well, not any...” “QUIET, DONALD!” Guys, you should listen to Donald, he knows Louie better than you

Poor Donald, the only sane man here

I love the stickers on Louie’s laptop. I wonder if he actually knows how to hack

I love the stupid “it” trends. Hats-Hats and Invisible Piercings, what will they think of next

Of course Dewey would keep up with an IT list. He actually cares about his image/how his peers view him

The lead singer of the Feather Weights looks like a punk girl version of Drake. I’m gonna go with them being related somehow. Or they used to date. Or they go to the same hair stylist. THEY ARE TIED TOGETHER SOMEHOW

Yo-yo tricks were more of a 2000s thing, Dewey (seriously though, does anyone else remember when yo-yos were SUPER POPULAR for some reason?)

Panchito is so ridiculously EXTRA and I LOVE HIM

“These are my people.” Oh sweet Dewford, they wish they were on your level

“Internet fame-the most important fame of all” Well it’s the most achievable

And then Dewey just rolls off screen

“If only someone had a super-elaborate scheme to get in...KA-BOOM!” Dewey’s not the only showman in the family

This show LOVES some big boards

Why/when did Louie plan all of this? I mean he did want the Caballeros to make him their manager so he could get a cut, but why?

Already you can see that Louie’s pride is gonna get in the way

Again, Donald is being the responsible one

I love their signatures. Panchito’s is like a 12 year old girl’s, José’s is curvy, and Donald’s is the least showy. And I love that Panchito thought “Don” was enough lol. He is close to Launchpad levels of ditziness

The pictures Louie uses on his board are GREAT! I love fridge-raiding Panchito

Agent Dewey-License to Chill. Dewey, that was two episodes ago

“I have a very special job for you.” “Oh-ho ho-ho, special.”

Luis P Canard. Is that a false identity Louie already had or did he make it up for the party? Or is there an actual Luis P Canard?

Huey looks SO CUTE! Though he should have known something was up when Louie asked him to forge a signature. Do you think Huey has forged other documents with or without knowing it?

Louie looks good with that black “lipstick”

“Welcome to the scheme.” “What scheme?” “Nothing.” “TELL NO ONE.”

Gyro Gearloose-Kid inventor. Does that mean he was a child prodigy or that he LITERALLY invents kids? Or both? The possible clone’s tube had K.I.D. on it. I bet this will be explored more, probably next episode

I love how they all stare at the earpieces when Gyro says the DEFINITELY won’t explode

I love that the lion statues have sunglasses and there’s a statue of a ballerina hippo from Fantasia

OUR QUEEN HAS ARRIVED

How do ducks whistle if they don’t have lips?

Daisy-smiles, Donald-I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

I love Daisy’s fake laugh

With both of them in tuxes you can really see that Dewey and Louie have different body types. Louie has broader shoulders.

“I’M GONNA DANCE DOWN THE RED CARPET.” No Dewey, that’s for the after party

It’s the PEP guy! I feel like he’s gonna become a villain with how much he’s been embarrassed (and he already LOOKS like a cheesy superhero show villain)

GRAVES IS BACK, BABY

Dewey has made a LOT of enemies

“New plan-Dewey is NOT going to the party!” DAMN, THAT’S COLD

“This is the Dewey-est party in town!”

“Oh, WHY was I cursed to be so FLASHY and UNFORGETTABLE?!” I love my dramatic son

Why did the Caballeros have to switch hats?

“SO TIGHT. !”

WE NEED MORE DJ DAFT DUCK

Ok, real talk? That party looks boring as fuck

I like that there’s sweat when Dewey pulls off his helmet. It’s the little details

“Everyone listens to my plan.” Dewey looks PISSED

“The plan to wow Glamour with our haunting melodies.” Panchito is Drake/DW if he was a Latin Lover. THEY NEED TO MEET. IT WOULD BE HAMMY AND GLORIOUS

“You mean our SICK dance beats!”

Donald is like “girls, girls, you’re BOTH pretty”

But seriously, they need to decide what direction they want to go with their sound

Donald is ALWAYS the voice of reason (except in The Town Where Everyone Was Nice, he got a bit caught up in that lie)

“I will charm my way on stage with my golden voice.” #youtried

That smirk José gives him, beautiful

“Easy, grownups.” YOU JUST GOT DISSED BY A 10 YEAR OLD!

“So I’ll dazzly Daisy with my hip, cool yo-yo tricks.” I would have liked to see how that played out

Does Louie have some kind of dirt on Jane? Why does she keep helping him out? Why does she call him “Mr. Duck?”

Glamour is a BITCH. And it seems like Daisy might share the same luck as Donald and Della

SERIOUSLY, WHAT DO YOU HAVE ON HER, LOUIE?!

Donald was posing all cool

Why send Donald in to do the most important part of the plan? At least have someone with him. Louie should have gone with him so Donald could distract Daisy and Louie could use his pickpocket skills to get the pass. Louie did not account for the variables

“Ooooh PHOOEY.” I love that all of the Duck family say Donald’s catchphrase

POOR DEWEY!

I love Louie’s other distraction ideas-explosion, food poisoning, SET FREE A WILD MONGOOSE, ghosts, ANOTHER explosion

LET DAISY SAY FUCK

I’m pretty sure Donald got a boner when he saw Daisy DESTROY that vase (I also found it hot). He was scaroused

OUCH. That HAD to have hurt/broken SOMETHING

How did Louie get that picture of Webby? Hell, how was that pic taken in the first place?

“WHEEEEEEE” Webby knows what’s up

“MY FAULT! It’s...your bag.” Oh Donald

LET DAISY SAY FUCK

“My band is sorta...crashing the party.” DONALD YOU ARE TOO CUTE

The yo-yo just rolls away

Louie, you hurt Dewey’s feelings! Also, your plans are pretty ridiculous too, including the one you are currently trying to pull off. There had to be a better idea than a harpy

Listy-er

GLAMOUR MUST DIE FOR WHAT SHE DID TO LOUIE! IT’S A GOOD THING DONALD WASN’T THERE OR ELSE SHE WOULD BE

“I don’t want to be at Funzo’s forever.” “Why not?” Oh Webby, so innocent to the horrors of minimum wage jobs. Also it’s nice to see Webby being able to have an ordinary conversation with someone

FALCON’S EYEBROWS ARE MESMERIZING

It’s equal parts cute and sad how long Dewey takes to count

MANNY IS FUCKING SWOLE

Manny is 0 for 2 when it comes to being the muscle (I’m counting him vs Mega-Beaks as well)

“That was odd.” You have no idea

Donald sees Daisy as the GODDESS she is. GET YOU A MAN LIKE DONALD

I KNEW IT! I KNEW SHE WANTED TO BE A FASHION DESIGNER! It was like the only guess I got right so let me have this

“Nobody listens to me either.” Awww

“They don’t understand me.” AWWW

“Well that’s weird, I understand you perfectly.” MY HEART!!!

I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH! And when it changes into how Daisy hears him...chef’s kisses. It reminded me of Remember Me from Coco and I Love You Too Much from Book of Life

Real talk-the song really got me. I feel a lot like Donald. A lot of times it feels like no one is listening or understands me because my thought process is a bit different. Or they can understand but they don’t care, like how Daisy feels. When Donald sings for her, I teared up because I want to be comfortable enough with someone to let down my guard like that. Music is a big part of who I am so I would love if someone sang for me even if they don’t have the “perfect” voice. I want someone to feel comfortable enough with me to let down their guard and be real

Daisy is a woman of ACTION

Do you think she’s been stuck in that elevator before?

“My kids!” “Wait, you have kids?” Whenever Donald calls them his kids I gain 5 years to my lifespan. I can’t wait for Daisy to officially meet the kids

“Oh no, not again!” Starting to rethink your life-choices aren’t ya?

I love Mark. He’s so stupid and out of touch with the real world

“Oh Gravesy! Long time, no crime.” GRAVEBEAK LIVES ON!

I love Mark’s hoverboard crashing and catching fire in the background. And then it chases Slash

Haha, Mark’s name is Markus. What a dewb

I was rooting for rich lesbian aunt, but mom works too

Graves is SO DONE with these people

Dewey is all of us

Poor Louie. His self confidence is the most fragile of the kids

Nerp

“Just listen to me for once.” WE ALL NEED TO LISTEN TO EACH OTHER, THAT’S THE THEME OF THE EPISODE

THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS! And Mark seemed into it ;)

“I want to look away but I can’t” CALLING IT NOW, THIS LINE’S GONNA BE A MEME

I want Dewey’s yo-yo skills to be a reoccurring thing

That’s one of the things he has in common with his uncle-being a performer even if they aren’t the best at it

Louie’s face as he sneaks away is great

“The failure of it is ridiculous...and BEAUTIFUL!” Gonna use that to describe myself from now on

Dewey is IT. SO FABULOUS!

Daisy, maybe you should let the man get rid of them

DOUBLE BADASS ONE-LINERS

LET DONALD SAY FUCK

HE’S SO PROUD OF HIS BOY

I like the “totally not Pirates of the Caribbean” music that accompanies José when he’s fighting

“Nice singing.” “Nice moves.” NOW KISS

“Oo, nice dagger.” Webby, not the time for that

There is NO WAY that the scene with Gabby and Webby isn’t foreshadowing SOMETHING

“I gotta get out of Duckburg.” Jane starts a GoFundMe page to get out of Duckburg when she gets home

BATTLE COUPLE!

DAISY WILL FUCK YOU UP

DON’T MESS WITH HER MAN

It was then Donald realized that he had met his future wife

DONALD AIN’T GONNA TAKE THAT SHIT FROM YOU

It was then Daisy realized she had met her future husband

“LOVE YOUR BLOG” Who knew Manny kept on on the latest trends

Glamour probably realized those fuckers were crazy so she should back off

SILENT M’MA CABRERA!

OMG EVEN THE TREE HAS FUCKING SUNGLASSES

Manny is one suave motherfucker

Glamour playing with the yo-yo while Mark acts like a spoiled brat

DEWEY IS PROUD OF HIS DADNALD!

IF WE DON’T GET DEWEY’S DOZEN AT SOME POINT I’M SUING

“Our brotherhood is the greatest scheme of all!” SO FUCKING WHOLESOME! MORE LOUIE AND DEWEY PLOTS

“HEY, YOU’RE MESSING WITH MY MOJO!” Don’t be a hater, Manny!

“I could listen to it all night.” DAAAAAWWWWWWW

GAAAAAAHHHHH THIS EPISODE WAS SO GOOD! I love that there was a common theme of feeling like you aren’t being heard. Daisy felt like she was too unimportant to be listened to, Louie doesn’t listen to Dewey because he feels like Dewey isn’t serious enough, and NO ONE listens to Donald because his voice is hard to understand. In the end they all get heard, with Donald and Daisy getting the bonus of finding someone who understands them. The two of them really are relationship goals. I cannot WAIT for more wholesome Donisy content. This one bumped Quack Pack down from my favorite so far.

#ducktales #dt spoilers

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steven-falls · 4 years

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Steven Universe Future Critically reviewed: Little Graduation (An underwhelming end to the LarSadie arc)

Basic synopsis: Sadie reveals she has a new partner, Shep. Steven takes the news badly, believing that there are unresolved feelings between Sadie and Lars. But what about Steven’s own feelings?

‘Oh no! Our ship!’

Wow, this has got to be Steven Universe’s craziest use of foreshadowing yet!

So, the LarSadie ship that sailed through rocky waters for the past 5 seasons has finally sank. Am I as devastated as Steven that the two of them couldn’t work things out?

Nope.

To be honest I’m pretty glad. Lars was always kind of dickish to Sadie, and Sadie’s best character moments tended to be in episodes where Lars wasn’t involved. So nothing but a net positive for Sadie that she’s moved on.

The conclusion that the audience are supposed to come to is that yes, Lars and Sadie not being together is for the best. The two of them have chosen different life paths, and seem content with the paths they’re taking. But we’re also supposed to sympathise with Steven to some degree; it’s a bittersweet ending that the two of them couldn’t work things out.

But I honestly just don’t care.

The main reason being that I had no investment in Lars and Sadie’s relationship whatsoever.

I think what really stunted the Lars and Sadie arc was how it was shackled to the Steven only perspective. They actually lampshade this in the episode. When Lars and Sadie explain how they have already discussed their relationship with one another, Steven exclaims ‘but I didn’t see any of that!’. This being a nod to how the audience only sees what Steven sees. It’s meant to be this cute little in-joke, like the crewniverse is saying: ‘Ha ha we know the Steven only perspective is something our audience has issues with but we’re still not doing anything about it!’ I didn’t find this amusing, I just found it irritating that they would point out limitations in their storytelling methods without actually doing anything to try and fix them.

‘We can take what we’ve learned to other planets!’

Alright settle down you store brand Steven wannabe.

In theory, I think the way the Lars and Sadie arc was concluded is quite nice. They live separate lives now, but are still happy for one another. What I think is lame is that instead of seeing how their relationship developed first hand, we instead have to settle for being told all this happened off screen. This is a textbook case of telling instead of showing.

Like, the only reason we, the audience, weren’t allowed to see Lars and Sadie’s private conversations was because Steven wasn’t there to witness them. And it's always going to be more satisfying for an audience member to see how a situation or relationship develops first hand rather than just being told ‘oh yeah, by the way, while you were gone this happened.’

I already stated that I don’t particularly care about Lars and Sadie. But if I have to sit through an episode about their relationship anyway, maybe actually getting to see an intimate conversation between the two of them would have given me a reason to care.

Ew, Buck’s eyes are gross

Steven’s mere presence limits how much you can develop Lars and Sadie’s dynamic. Because Steven always has to be there, anytime the crewniverse want to do a Lars and Sadie episode they first have to invent a reason for Steven to get involved. Which means he takes up screen time away from all the other characters, who are already less developed then he is because they aren’t around as frequently.

And what makes this worse is that Steven’s connection to Lars and Sadie is a little flimsy. He’s just some kid who was customer at the shop they used to work at. It’s kind of weird to use Steven as the viewpoint for their relationship when he tends to only see one specific facet of their lives.

Which leads me into my second issue with Lars and Sadie. That they as characters, and by extension their relationship, was too far removed from the main plot of the show.

You’d think Lars having to escape the tyranny of Homeworld would have made him a more integral presence in the plot, but it really didn’t. We barely got to see any of his escape from the gempire. I’m still not sure how he even managed to get off homeworld in the first place.

This problem isn’t unique to Lars and Sadie, other relationships have also suffered because of the Steven only perspective, a prime example being Lapis and Peridot. I actually think one of the best developed relationships in the show was Rose and Greg’s. We got to see that relationship unfold first hand from Greg’s perspective, rather than it being filtered through Steven acting as a third party observer. I’m not even saying they’d have to write Steven out of entire episodes, just don’t have him be the focal character in every single scene. But considering this is the final season of steven universe, It’s obviously too late for any of that.

At the end of the day, I’d say my biggest criticism of this episode is the rather lackluster send off to the Larsadie arc. And considering this episode’s purpose was to conclude the Larsadie arc, that’s a pretty bad thing for the episode to fumble.

I realise that was a pretty lengthy tangent about Lars and Sadie, but considering this episode is supposed to act as a conclusion to that arc I feel justified in harping on about them. But what were my thoughts on the graduation itself?

Padparadscha and Fluorite’s teachers must of had the patience of a saint.

One thing that jumped out of me was that while a lot of characters attended this graduation, most of them were awkwardly silent throughout the whole thing. With Sourcream, Buck and the off colours not getting any lines. I know the reason is because they don’t want to pay all these voice actors to have only one or two lines in an episode. Why bother giving Sourcream and Buck lines when you can convey everything you need to through just Jenny? But it gets pretty noticeable when all these characters are facing certain death and have nothing to say about it. Especially for the off colours, who don’t even get to talk at their own graduation. This may seem like a nitpick, but noticing stuff like this takes me out of the episode as I become painfully aware of where the production is cutting costs.

Also apparently the cool kids are still all teenagers? They seemed to be pushing they’re late teens back when Steven was 14, they’re really stretching it now. And it doesn’t help that none of them have visibly aged.

The jacket for phone idea is cute and all, but it’s completely impractical. What if I need to answer a phone call or reply to a text? Do I have to unzip the jacket everytime? Wouldn’t the jacket just fall off the phone? Either that or it would partially cover the screen, which would be annoying. This business isn’t getting my investment that’s for sure.

And of course, I got to talk about Shep. Finally, the show has some actual non binary representation, you don’t have to settle for a boy and girl literally fusing together anymore.

Shep’s gender is so ambiguous that they’re able to get past all censoring. I don’t think it would even register with any conservitive parents watching that this is supposed to be a queer character. They can’t complain about a same sex couple in a cartoon if it’s left completely unclear what Shep’s sex is.

Although, I do have a fear that foreign dubs of the show might portray Shep as a male.

Shep is also ultimately the one who saves the day. They make an accurate diagnosis of Steven’s issues, despite barely knowing Steven. Which is pretty hilarious to me as being the unlicensed therapist is usually Steven’s role.

I’m sure this was an intentional subversion on the crewniverse’s part. And it does give Shep an actual character moment, without it they’d just be a love triangle plot device for the episode. But I don’t like this trope of some stranger swooping in and having an answer to your life's problems; I think the advice Shep gave would have been better suited coming from someone who actually knows Steven.

‘It seems like your sad about your friends drifting away, so you trapped us all in this dome to keep us from leaving’

Like yes, that’s exactly what’s happening, but I don’t understand how you know enough about Steven’s life to come to that conclusion.

I also can’t get over how everyone casually dismisses that Steven nearly killed them with magic he couldn’t control. None of them seem to see this as an issue that could get worse in the future.

And of course it does, as Steven’s angst magic ends up taking a deadly turn again in the very next episode ‘Prickly Pair’. Which is what I’ll be discussing in the next review. Hopefully my opinion of that episode won’t be as… prickly.

#little graduation #steven universe future #LarSadie #SF reviews SUF #suf critical #su critical

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trust: g.d

grayson’s best friend has a bit of a problem and i think we might know a guy who can lend a hand (wink wink)

“so you need someone who you trust AND who knows what he’s doing in bed?” grayson concludes.

“so you see my problem!”

you feel him smirk and then, “i bet i could make you come.”

now complete! ~8000 words

exasperated and with more force than absolutely necessary, you throw yourself down onto the couch at the side of grayson, huffing when he doesn’t move his leg from the seat you’ve landed on quick enough. grimacing over dramatically, you both manoeuvre with very little grace to free his leg and to get yourself comfortable. gray takes one look at your face from over the top of his phone, sits up a little straighter and tosses his phone onto the coffee table to give you his full attention.

“what’s up, mama?” he says after a minute of pointedly staring at you in silence, waiting for you to spill.

“nothin’,” you mumble, purposely avoiding his gaze.

he prods your thigh with one of his socked toes as a non verbal way of saying yeah right.

he notices your body language of arms folded over your chest, legs propped on the coffee table but not fully relaxed; not like his best friend at all.

“y/n, spill. c’mon.”

you huff again, tilting your body further towards the arm of the couch grayson isn’t leaning on to try and escape the interrogation. ethan relaxes at the side of on a huge beanbag that’s been added to the living room recently, munching the popcorn you prepared earlier and waiting for the movie marathon to begin.

“y/n,” grayson repeats again, with more force this time.

“for fucks sake, are we watchin’ this movie or not?” ethan says from the beanbag, missing his mouth with the popcorn as he does. he makes an effort to look for the rogue pieces that didn’t quite make it in, then shrugs when he doesn’t immediately see them. he shoves another handful of the treat in his mouth as he keeps his gaze on the two best friends since high school who are sitting on the couch.

you turn away from ethan, finally looking at gray’s unamused face for the first time since you sat down. “exactly, gray. put the fucking movie on. E’s nearly eaten all of the popcorn with all of your dawdling,” you say.

“nah, no movie’s going on ‘til you tell me what crawled up your ass,” he retorts.

“excuse me?” you ask, body still turned away from grayson. you catch ethan wince at your tone combined with how quick your head turned to glare at his brother.

he sits up further so he’s looking directly at you, shoving the remote down the back of the couch cushion he’s sat on when he sees you trying to reach for it. “somethin’s clearly got you pissed so spill! i’m not watchin’ a movie with you with you while you’ve got your bitch face on so come on, out with it,” he encourages.

ethan rolls his eyes and empties the last of the popcorn into his mouth while he waits. he knows how stubborn you are – about as stubborn as his brother – and he’s worried this stand off could take a while.

he’s about to pull his phone out to post a snap about you both when you sigh, pull your legs up from the coffee table and fold them under you and mumble, “fuckin’ jenna,” so quietly you’re unsure if gray heard you. luckily, he did.

“ok, now we’re getting somewhere!” he replies. “what’d she do?”

you turn your body to face him more now and he moves his legs out of the way so you can get comfortable. you still don’t quite meet his eyes but he knows he’s almost cracked you.

“she can just be such a bitch sometimes. always makin’ people feel bad about themselves. she really pisses me off, y’know?” you start to open up, glancing up at your best friend to glimpse his reaction.

“she made you feel bad? she is a bitch!” he agrees immediately with genuine annoyance spread across his features at the thought of someone upsetting you. you smile; he’s always got your back even if he doesn’t know the full story. “what’s she makin’ you feel bad about?”

“so, she’s tellin’ us all about her new boyfriend and how well he treats her and how she’s so lucky to have found someone just like him and it’s like – first of all, no one asked, jenna, and secondly, you’ve been dating him for two weeks – maybe three at the most – so like, keep your opinions to yourself until you know him better, y’know?” you begin. gray nods his head to show he’s listening.

you glance around to see E’s busying himself playing a pretty loud game on his phone while he waits for you two to sort this out before he can watch the movie. you turn back to grayson to continue your story.

“so we’re all nodding politely and giving it the whole wow, jenna, we’re so pleased for you – you deserve a good guy when like, no jenna; you cheated on your last boyfriend with your sister’s crush so no, you probably don’t deserve a good guy but whatever, that’s besides the point,” you rant.

grayson can’t help the soft smile that’s spread across his face as he listens to you. the corner of his smile tugs upwards as he sees ethan’s head lift upwards from the corner of his vision and look towards you both at the story you’re only just starting.

“so that’s bad enough, right? by this point i’m practically chugging these mocktails back and praying for some sort of miracle that’ll drop the drinking age to 18 immediately so i can make it through the rest of this fuckin’ nightmare of a brunch without losing it.”

grayson huffs out a laugh at that, then shoves his unstyled hair that’s falling onto his forehead back as you keep going.

“and then gray - and this is what really pissed me off – she starts telling us all oh god you guys, and let me tell you about him in the bedroom. like, jenna! there’s nothing in the whole fuckin’ world that i want to hear less about than your sex life so keep it to yourself, y’know? but obviously she carries on. seriously you guys, find yourself a guy that makes you come three times in five minutes.”

ethan’s head’s popped up fully now, clearly engaged in what he’s just heard and about to interject before grayson shakes his head at him.

“what happened then?” he asks. he can tell you’re getting to the part that’s really upset you because you’re gesticulating a lot more now, voice getting louder and really spitting the venom into your story.

“so, me being me and feeling like i’d do anything possible to end this freakin’ story as quickly as i can, i raise my glass and say ha! must be nice! then cheers everyone. cool, story’s over, right?”

“right?”

“wrong – she turns and looks right at me and says oh, poor baby in this fucking condescending voice with this look of pity on her face and i swear to god, gray if i hadn’t already downed it, my drink would’ve been all over her,” you hiss.

“great self control, bub. ‘m proud of you,” he mumbles.

“so then the next forty-five minutes of this fuckin’ brunch was everyone giving me the sad face that i’ve never orgasmed when i’m having sex with a guy. like, is that weird?” you ask openly.

you look directly at grayson and note his carefully composed face, then whip your head around to look at ethan who’s not keeping his face in check quite as well as his brother. E looks as though he’s been put on pause with his head held halfway up from his phone like he was just about to look at you but he’s suddenly stopped in his tracks. “well?” you ask him. “do you think it’s weird, E?”

“ummm - well – i think – i…” he stutters looking up at you from his beanbag.

you raise your eyebrow at him to prompt him to finish and he frantically looks at his brother.

“you got this, gray?” he asks, quickly standing up from the beanbag when gray smirks at how uncomfortable his brother is and nodding his head.

“ok, i’m so not used to these conversations. i’ll just leave you to it. shout when you’re ready for the movie. fuck, being best friends with a girl is hard, bro,” he says, and then makes a run for it.

you turn back to gray, still waiting for your answer. you sigh, “i’m gonna take your lack of an answer as yes, y/n, it’s fuckin’ weird you giant freak.”

“hey, hey, hey, hold on. no jumpin’ to conclusions. i’ve gotta get my thoughts in order,” he soothes.

you hide your head in your hands; you’re still pissed that jenna’s got you questioning yourself like this and it’s also a pretty embarrassing conversation to be having with your hot best friend of almost eight years.

“so, can i ask you a couple of questions before i tell you that is absolutely not weird so stop freaking out?”

your hands are still covering your face so when he hears a muffled reply and a nod of your head, he continues. “so i’m assuming from what you said earlier that you’ve come when you’re alone, yeah?”

you groan with embarrassment instead of replying and fling your head back to rest on the back of the couch and look up at the ceiling, questioning exactly why you thought this would be a good idea.

grayson’s not having any of it though. “hey, stop it. it’s only me – you don’t have to be embarrassed. everyone does it, it’s natural. so, you’re good when you’re alone?”

he waits for you to close your eyes and then nod your head minutely.

“ok then. that settles it,” he says.

you wait for him to continue but when nothing else comes from his mouth, you roll your head that’s still resting on the back of the couch to face him with a quizzical look on your face.

“settles what?” you ask.

“that it’s absolutely not weird that you’ve never come during sex with a guy. it’s clearly not you - you’re just pickin’ guys that haven’t got a fuckin’ clue what they’re doing,” he says with a grin and a shrug.

a loud laugh escapes you at his honesty, already feeling a little better after your best friend’s wise words.

“ok, so how do i know i’m picking someone who does know what they’re doing then? do i need to ask for reviews before i go on a date with them? i’m literally wasting weeks of my life with them and then i find out that they’re shitty in bed.” you whine.

“hey, a review system sounds like a dope dating app idea,” he says, bursting into laughter as he dodges the pillow that you’ve thrown at him.

“if this really bothers you, have you thought about maybe skipping out on the dating part? can you not find someone just to hook up with? get the job done, y’know? then you can get this stupid idea that you’re weird out of your mind,” he explains.

“it doesn’t work for me like that,” you sigh. “i dunno, sex is a big deal for me. it’s like, the closest and most intimate you can be with a person. the idea of being like that with a stranger? it just doesn’t do it for me.”

“no, no. i totally respect that. so you need someone who you trust AND who knows what he’s doing,” he concludes.

“so you see my problem!” you laugh. you pick at a thread on your shorts and then look up at him and see he’s staring at you, eyes focused in thought.

he sees you glancing at him and he smiles, hiding a small laugh and picks up the cushion you threw at him earlier to cuddle. he’s still not breaking eye contact.

his laugh seems to be infectious as you giggle, “what? what’s so funny?”

he shakes his head and then he smirks, “i bet i could make you come.”

he seems surprised that he’s actually said it out loud judging from the slight flush that blooms on his cheeks but he shrugs, fishing the remote control out from the back of the cushion he’s sat on.

you gape at him, eyes wide as a laugh huffs out of you. you’re speechless – for once – which is a fact that isn’t lost on grayson who’s still got that sinful smirk smudged across his mouth.

he spins the remote in his hand so it’s the right way up and points it at the TV that they’ve got shoved in the corner of the room, setting up the movie as confident and cool as anything.

you’re still looking directly at him, trying to work out what the fuck has just happened when he looks back to you.

he shrugs and says, “offer’s there,” before yelling for E to come and watch the movie with you.

“did you get the – er - problem sorted?” ethan asks awkwardly as he plonks himself back down in the beanbag for the second time today.

“not yet, but bear with us,” his brother mumbles, sending a wink in your direction.

it’s a couple of weeks after that conversation between you and your best friend and thankfully, life has carried on pretty much as normal. grayson hasn’t mentioned the offer since, enquiring about how your dates have been going as casually as usual. the only difference? one friday evening, you’ve joined the twins and a couple of your friends to hang out in their back yard. talk turns to your latest failing after you were set up on a blind date with a friend of a friend.

“he was a nice enough guy, just wouldn’t stop talking about how he’s trying to be ‘off grid’ whatever the fuck that means,” you recall as you sip your drink.

“oh dude, not one of those?” one of the guys sat opposite you says, clearly sharing in your disappointment.

“absolutely one of those, man! oh y/n, you don’t know how good it feels to just unplug, just be with yourself and nature. just living in the moment. like, dude, you live in LA – you’re about as on grid as you can possibly be!”

your group of friends laugh, imagining you trying to school your face into neutrality when you were listening to this dreamer.

“did you meet up with him again?” ethan asks as the laughter starts to die down.

“…yeah,” you sigh reluctantly.

“what?! no way did you meet up with him again! he sounds like such a douchebag!” ethan cries, throwing his arms in the air and leaning towards you for added dramatic flair.

you laugh, “what can i say, E? i’m fuckin’ desperate! he was my only hope!”

“hope? he was your only hope? fuck, i’d rather spend the rest of my days alone than spend them with a pretentious asshat of a man. you don’t need someone like that, y/n!” he stresses.

“what? no! E, i don’t mean he was my only hope of fuckin’ happiness and marriage and all of that – i mean i could see his package through his skin tight jeans and i thought that was exactly what i needed!”

ethan and the rest of the group are nearly crying with laughter at your statement and you glance up at gray who’s sat across from you, chuckling away at his best friend’s honesty. he shakes his head at you as he meets your eye contact.

your friends have just about calmed down from their laughter and just as you’re about to stand up and grab another drink, gray speaks.

“did he live up to your hopes then?”

your eyes glare at his as if to say don’t do this here but he doesn’t flinch. instead, he raises a single eyebrow and smirks, replying to your silent command with his own; answer the question.

the rest of the group is quiet now, looking between the two of you and trying their best not to acknowledge the intense atmosphere that’s just fallen over you.

“well, did he?” he asks again firmly.

you cough quietly to clear your throat, look him dead in the eyes and say a simple, “no,” before you grab your glass to refill.

the last thing you see before you turn around to head inside is grayson trying to hide his smug smile from the rest of the group by looking down at his converse.

you hear a muffled, “well that was weird,” from ethan, and then you slide the door shut with a slam.

night has fallen; it’s late and the group you’re hanging with decide it’s time to head home. hugs are offered and accepted as you all move towards the twins’ front door to say goodbye. you’re the last one there - E is telling you about this sick dance move he saw on twitter - when gray locks the front door and starts to head to the kitchen.

“um, hello? i was just about to leave,” you call. “what’d you lock the door for?”

grayson walks back around into the hallway with a confused look on his face and then ethan speaks for the both of them. “what’re you talkin’ about? just stay in the guest house like usual,” he says and then turns you in that direction with a brotherly shove.

“but-“ you begin.

“y/n, really? what’s the big deal? you always stop over. stop bein’ weird - you’re creeping ethan out,” gray calls across the hallway to you.

you sigh, shaking your shoulders a little because he’s right – why are you being so weird?

“yeah, sorry. guess i’m just more tired than i thought?” you lie. “i’ll see you both in the morning,” you reply, voice carrying through the house as you head towards the guest house.

a chorus of love you and sleep tight bub followed by their brotherly bickering echoes after you and you shut the door behind you with a soft click.

thirty minutes later, you’re showered, teeth brushed, face cleansed and laying in the comfortable bed trying to fall to sleep.

another thirty minutes pass and with a huff, you accept the fact that sleep isn’t very likely any time soon. with a tug on the light covers, you roll over and fumble for your phone that’s discarded on the night stand at the side of you.

after scrolling mindlessly for a while, you see that it’s not even that late – only around 11:30. you sit up and peak through the window of your bedroom facing the house and smile when you see gray’s bedroom is still lit up through his curtains. feeling calmer that you’re not the only one who likes their sleep to still be awake, you settle back onto the bed. you bring up your phone and tap out a quick text:

whatcha doin?????

an immediate reply flashes up on your phone:

sleeping

you smile, then reply:

liar your light’s still on why are you lying??? what are you possibly doing that you can’t tell your best friend?? oh are you…… busy??? wink wink

your phone flashes again:

first of all – stalker second of all… ;)

you’re surprised by the flood of heat that spreads quickly through your body upon reading his reply. is he joking with you or is he really less than twenty feet away from you jerking off? if he is, why is he texting you back whilst he’s…? why can you not get the image out of your mind when you close your eyes? what the fuck is going on?

during your mini crisis, your phone lights up again:

did i scare you off

running your hand through your hair, you swallow loudly to try and get rid of the dryness in your throat and then you reply:

little bit

you take in a deep breath when you see he’s replied again, and glance at the ceiling before looking at your phone:

didn’t mean to sorry :( was only joking

you shake your head and smile when you see his reply. this boy, honestly. the overwhelming feeling of fondness towards him floods through you which might be what encourages you to send a cheeky reply. just banter between friends, right?

that’s a shame was just about to ask if i could join

just as you press send, you wince inwardly and place your hand not holding your phone over your eyes. through your fingers, you see the tell tale notification.

??????? thinkin about that offer are you

the heat from before rages through you again and you can feel a twist deep down in your body. shit. he’s flirting with you – and it’s fucking working. you’re turned on. your best friend is turning you on. you start to type out a reply but then delete it quickly. attempt number two at replying is also deleted. how the fuck do you respond to that?

the tell tale ellipses that shows you’re typing then deleting has clearly shown grayson that you’re unsure of what to say. he takes control of this situation and replies:

come to my room x

your eyes open wide as you read, then re-read the text on screen, just to clarify that you haven’t made this up. shit. your heart beats fast in your chest and your skin feels a little clammy. shit.

he’s impatient now.

y/n stop freaking out come over

not allowing yourself to overthink this situation any further, you listen to your gut, throw your covers back and step out of the room. tip toeing your way across the living room and then down the hallway that leads to the twins’ bedrooms, you try your best not to make any noise so ethan isn’t alerted to what’s going on. whatever that is. as you make your way to gray’s familiar bedroom door, you pause. you can hear ethan yelling at his video game and you smile softly to yourself. you take a deep breath to steady your sudden nerves, and then raise your hand to tap lightly on the door.

within seconds, the door swings open revealing a worked up, sweatpant wearing grayson who’s hair has broken free from its product from running his hand through it. he meets your eyes immediately.

“hi,” is what comes out of your mouth. you inwardly face palm at how awkward you’re acting.

he smirks, then, “hi yourself.”

he pulls the door open wider and jerks his head inside the room as a silent invitation when you appear to be stuck stood in the hallway.

you take one last look into his deep eyes, darker than you’ve ever seen them and step forward, taking the door handle from his hands and shoving it closed. the heated look he gives you as you reach behind yourself to twist the lock shut makes the decision for you.

“so… about that offer?”

he breathes out a stuttered fuck as he steps closer to you, looking you up and down and taking in your appearance.

his dark eyes rake over your bare legs; silky pyjama shorts that you keep in the guest bedroom covering the tops of your thighs but not much else. he pulls his gaze upwards across your shirt – or rather his shirt that you stole – and his jaw clenches and he swallows loudly. as his eyes move across your chest, you self-consciously cross your arm over yourself, moving your gaze to the floor nervously. at your movement, he forces himself to look at your face – that familiar face that he’d forced himself to think only neutral thoughts about; never allowing himself to imagine the things he was thinking right now.

he notices that you’re nervous; on edge for more reasons than one. the look in your eyes gives him some encouragement so he takes a step closer to you, feeling more relieved than he’d like to admit that you don’t flinch away from him. he lightly runs his large, calloused hand lightly down your neck, brushing over your shoulder until he reaches where your arms are still crossed. a soft smirk blossoms on his face as he looks up from where he was following the slow path of his hand to see your eyes have closed at his touch. with the slightest bit of pressure, he pushes down on your folded arms to get you to drop your arms back down to your sides.

“hey none of this. there’s nothin’ to be embarrassed or nervous about. we don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t want to,” he whispers reassuringly. the hand that pressed at your folded arms creeps forward and he slowly – surprisingly gently – intertwines his strong fingers with your smaller ones. eyes still closed, you take shuddering intake of breath, then open them slowly as you feel him step even closer. you look up to meet his eyes and notice that his forehead is almost touching yours. any doubt in what you were about to do starts to dissipate as you feel his breath brush across your cheek and then your lips as he shuffles closer still. you grip his hand you’re holding tighter as rational thought leaves your mind, leaving you only with one focus – him. you make the move he was waiting for and push your forehead against his lightly and mirror the grin that covers his face at your movement.

“hi again,” you whisper, pleased that you at least managed to speak.

“hi,” he replies still whispering, not wanting to break the intense atmosphere that is cocooning you both. “whatcha thinkin’?” he mumbles as he nuzzles his nose lightly against yours.

the constant tiny movements he’s making – nose rubbing against yours, breath tickling your cheek, stubble scratching at your soft skin – feels like he’s hypnotising you.

“thinkin’ i wanna kiss you.”

he breathes out a whispered shit and moves forward to finally – finally – press his lips to yours. lightly at first, so, so lightly to make sure you’re comfortable, in control and not freaking out. the pressure of his lips against yours, reacting effortlessly to your every movement drives that feeling of pure want in you and you use the hand not gripping his to slide up to the back of his neck and pull him forward. the feel of your nails at the base of his hair makes him groan almost silently – you feel more than hear it – and he pushes forward to meet you. he kisses you properly then – now he knows you really, truly want him to – and fuck, your mind empties at the pure bliss he’s causing you. his tongue kitten licks at your plump bottom lip and immediately, you grant him entrance. shit, if this is how he kisses, you’d grant him anything he wanted right now.

the hands that you’re holding untangle from each other for a second before both pairs relocate to grip each other’s bodies, trying to ground yourselves from this earth shattering kiss. your hand slides up grayson’s hard bicep to join your other hand on his neck, pulling him closer, closer, closer. his are both resting on your back; one cupping the back of your neck beneath your hair and the other low on your back, keeping you pressed close to him. you’re plastered against him now and he kisses you and kisses you and kisses you. the intensity between the two of you is on fire. you pull away with a gasp but effortlessly he tilts your head to the side and continues his attack onto your cheek, then straight down onto your neck. a breathy moan escapes your mouth as his tongue flicks on that spot right below your ear. his teeth scrape against your skin as a reply and then he sucks that same spot. fuck, you need more.

dragging your hands away from his neck and pulling them down to his chest, never once losing precious skin contact, you push gently and whisper, “gray.”

he replies to your statement of his name by trailing his lips back up to your ear, resting his temple against yours and nodding, not yet opening his eyes.

you feel his breath against your ear and you squirm in the best possible way, gripping your hands in his shirt just by his ribs as you try to arrange your thoughts enough to speak a full sentence.

all that comes out is, “shit, gray.”

you feel that familiar smirk against you and he turns his head to smash another open mouthed kiss against your burning cheek, his other hand holding you in place on your other cheek.

you try again, “gray. please. want you.”

you hear his groan this time and he swoops his lips down to capture yours intensely again. he kisses you so thoroughly you whimper as he retreats from you, placing one last kiss against your lips before finally opening his eyes to look at you.

he sees the burning red flush on your cheeks, your plump, red, swollen lips and the already fucked look in your eyes and wastes no time in tangling his fingers back up with yours and walking backwards into his room, pulling you along.

the coloured lights in his room glow a sensual red and as he stands in front of his bed still holding onto you, you glance behind him. the white sheets were still neatly made from this morning and show no signs of wear. you glance to your left to see the computer on his desk with the editing software loaded, clearly half way through a video.

you frown and look back to his face. you say simply, “you weren’t jerking off.”

he rubs the back of his head nervously. he’s been caught. “err… not at that moment.”

“why’d you say you were?”

“haven’t stopped thinking about that offer i made you since we talked about it,” he replies honestly. he rests his forehead against yours again, unable to not be touching you in some sort of way right now. “wanted to see if i could get you worked up after you talked about that douche earlier. thought i’d blown it to be honest with you. thought i’d scared you off. was so pissed at myself.”

you shake your head slightly and smile, “fuck, i’d convinced myself i didn’t want your offer to happen. as soon as i read your text, i couldn’t think straight.”

he untangles your fingers again, grasps the back of your head with one hand and caresses dangerously low on the bottom of your back with the other as your lips frantically meet again. you physically ache with want. barely moving your lips from his, you mumble, “bed,” authoritatively, the embers of lust bursting into the flames you had desperately tried to keep at bay since he made that ridiculous offer as he immediately followed your instruction.

almost flinging himself backwards in want, he bounces ungracefully on the bed as he shuffles his way further up towards the headboard. he reaches immediately for you and grins cheekily as he sees you trying to hide your giggles at his eagerness.

“keen, are we?” you tease.

“baby, you have no idea.”

his honesty and gruff voice makes you shiver – something that he definitely notices - and you give into the heat that’s flooding through your body and accept his awaiting hand. you plant your knees on either side of his legs at the bottom of the bed and crawl upwards until you’re positioned just above the zipper on his jeans. the heat in his gaze as you make your way slowly up his body makes you feel unbelievably sexy and makes the ache for him in between your legs pulse even more. you finally take a seat in his lap, legs straddling either side of him when he sits up suddenly, desperate to meet your mouth again. you can’t quite register where his hands are at this point – all you know is they’re all over your body and fuck, they feel good.

he moves his mouth across your cheek again and down your neck, making sure to give that secret spot he discovered a little attention. he moves around to the front of your neck and starts to suck a bruise into there. your hand is grasped in his hair, tugging lightly as you moan at the feeling he’s creating in you. needing more of him, you reach behind him and tug gently at the shirt he’s wearing. when he doesn’t immediately respond – he’s still busy marking you up – you groan and tug harder. he pulls back reluctantly, smirking when he sees the red mark that will soon blossom into a bruise and then planting a quick kiss on your chin.

“what’s up, baby?” he teases. “you want somethin’?”

this smug little shit knows exactly what you want right now and the fact he’s teasing you even in this situation works you up even more.

“shirt. off.” you command through gritted teeth.

he winks at you, removing one of his hands from your back and reaching to the back of his neck, quickly shucking his shirt off over his head and tossing it to land on his desk chair.

“if you want somethin’ baby, all you have to do is ask,” he mumbles into your ear and returns his hands to your body.

you breathe out a moan at his openness combined with the feeling of your hands meeting his bare back. your nails scratch slightly as you rake them across the newly exposed skin and his hands travel immediately down to cup your ass through your shorts in response. the material of them is so thin you can feel the callouses of his fingers through them and you immediately grasp his chin to bring your mouths back together.

the force of your kiss sends him backwards and he soon ends up laid flat on his back, you bearing down on top of him, tendrils of hair from your bun falling at each side of his face. he huffs a tiny laugh against your lips which causes you to pull back - only enough that his face isn’t blurred to you - and raise your eyebrow in question as if to say i’m kissing the hell out of you here, why the fuck are you laughing?

he giggles again, trying to school his face into neutrality when he responds, “tickles.”

you pull back even further as if some distance from him will allow your brain to catch up with what he’s talking about when he removes one of his broad hands from your ass to twist in the tendril of your hair that was touching his face.

laughter bursts out of you as you realise what he’s meaning and you fall forward again, this time landing your head in the crook of his neck. his hands pull you close, completely plastered against him as you both shake with laughter. when only short giggles are left between the both of you, you push against his chest to lift up your head and look at your best friend’s face. the offending locks of hair drop forward to tickle his cheek again so he reaches up, sweeping his hand through your hair until he finds your hair tie and then tugs. your hair cascades down over your shoulder and you sweep it to one side so your view of grayson isn’t obscured.

he smiles up at you, tucking a tiny bit of hair behind your ear.

“better?” you whisper to him.

“the best.”

he pulls you to him again, mouth meeting yours and gasping when your teeth nip into his bottom lip. he unconsciously pushes his hips upwards at the movement and you both simultaneously groan at the feeling. he wants – definitely wants you – as much as you want him. you both pause, waiting for the other to react. when he doesn’t make another move, you decide to take control, reaching your hands back to meet his that have travelled back to your ass. placing your hands on top of his, you squeeze and grind your hips down into his hardness.

this is the sign he wanted – needed – from you and the deep moan that echoes from his chest at your movement reminds you of the heat of want burning inside you after your joint moment of laughter. still rocking your hips in that delicious rhythm, grayson’s hands travel under your shirt, moaning into your mouth when he confirms his suspicions that you’re not wearing a bra and then cursing into the heated air when you sit up and pull the shirt straight over your head.

you hear him whisper, “fuck, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” before his sinful mouth attaches itself to your breasts. you can’t help the high pitched whine that escapes out of your mouth, quickly turning into a squeal of surprise as grayson flips you - arm securely around your waist - and lays you carefully back onto his bed. his mouth is still laving at your hard nipples as he settles his weight firmly between your legs. you buck up your hips as if to say move and you feel his rock hard bulge pressing through your whisper thin shorts up against where you desire him the most. you grab his face in order to pull his lips back to your mouth – firstly to keep the sounds threatening to keep spilling out of your lips in and secondly because you think you might be addicted to the feeling.

the intensity of his weight on top of you, bare skin on bare skin, desperate hips rocking together and his devilish tongue battling yours gets a little too much for you, forcing you to pull your mouth away from his to gasp out, “gray, gray. please, gray.”

he nods against your cheek, replying in a deep, breathless grumble, “i know, baby. i know. what do you want?”

you groan louder than you’d planned to as his hips continue their movements and his mouth relocates back to the mark he’d sucked into your neck earlier as he waits for your reply. you lift your legs and lock them around the back of his thighs, moaning out, “fuck. want you gray; want you now.”

he returns your groan, nodding eagerly which internally makes you smile, seeing how enthusiastic he is to please you, but physically you can do no more than tug and grind against him to get what you want. you can’t recall ever being this worked up when you’ve been intimate with others in the past.

he speaks, “yeah. ok. yeah, wanna taste you,” and begins to move downwards towards your pulsing centre but is quickly stopped by your hand behind his head, pulling him right back up to where he’d just come from. you look directly into his eyes, pulling your legs extra tight around his waist and you watch his eyes roll backwards at the pleasure you’re giving him. tugging on his hair lightly to get him to refocus on you, you say quietly, “gray, if you don’t get inside of me in the next 30 seconds, i’m going to fucking scream.”

he huffs out a laugh, smacking a fond kiss on your cheek at your directness that he’s grown to love over the years and whispering a cheeky, “yes ma’am,” before reaching over to his bedside table and fumbling around in there for a condom. once he finally locates one – taking far too long for your liking – he turns back to you, smiling sheepishly at your raised eyebrow and throwing it lightly to land on your chest. you grab hold of it as he reluctantly detangles himself from you and quickly stands to the side of the bed and strips out of his sweats and underwear, leaving them discarded in a messy pile.

quickly, he moves back to you, kneeling between your still clothed legs and hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts. he looks up at you to gain permission and groans when he looks at your face; your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth as you look at him, gloriously naked and waiting to please you. you sit up on your elbows, condom still gripped in one hand as you take him in your other. the relief of your tight grip around him makes him almost fall forward but he catches himself by placing his hands tightly around your hips. his eyes flutter closed after watching your hand move up and down his length a few times and he breathes out a shuddering breath before swatting your hand away. before you can question why, he laughs out an embarrassed, “shit, if you don’t stop that the offer will be over before it’s even started.”

you join him in his laugh, feeling that familiar fondness bloom again in your chest as you look at his pink, blotchy cheeks flushed with embarrassment whilst he looks at you openly, waiting for permission to remove the only items of clothing that are still separating you both. you nod, leaning forward even further to brush your lips against his coloured cheek before laying back down on the bed, letting him take control as he gently tugs your shorts and underwear down your legs.

it’s your turn to blush now as he leaves you bare, throwing your clothes to join his in the pile, black eyes never once leaving your throbbing core. he reaches forward, finger running lightly through your folds as you keen loudly, rocking your hips up to follow his hand, desperate for more. he pulls his hand away, tacking his fingers together and looking mesmerized at your wetness on his fingers before he returns his hand to your clit, rubbing small circles until you’re moaning again.

ungraceful but desperate in your attempts to get him inside of you, you throw the condom you’ve been holding tightly onto at him, hitting him in the chest as it takes him by surprise.

he grabs the condom up from the top of your thigh beneath him where it finally landed and teases, “tryna tell me somethin’?” with a grin.

you nod your head, too worked up to reply using words and breathe in deeply at the sight of him rolling the condom down his length. as he positions himself at your entrance, he checks – just to be doubly sure – “are you sure? do you need anything? maybe my fingers first? shall i get some lube or-“ before he’s interrupted by you.

“fuck, gray. i’m sure – so, so sure. i’ve never wanted anything – anybody – as much as i do right now. i’m ready so please fucking move,” you plead.

he nods and rocks forward, his tip just pushing inside of your walls before he stops at the sound of your whine. “you good? just tell me to stop if –“

“keep going, oh god,” you moan in pleasure. he’s big and you know he’s going to feel incredible when he’s fully in you. you rock your hips forward to encourage him and rub your hand against his hip as he breathes out, “oh fuck.”

eventually, he’s in deep, pressed fully into you and you both pause breathlessly to take in this moment. he leans forward to press a soft kiss to your lips, placing his hands on either side of your head to hold his weight from crushing you. you rock your hips slightly upwards to encourage him to move and his kisses you once more and whispers, “fuck, y/n,” before he pulls out almost to the tip and then grinds back in. his pace isn’t fast and furious but holy shit – it’s intense. you throw your head back in silent ecstasy as gray positions himself just right and hits your spot continuously. his hands are still holding himself up as he sucks more marks into your neck and chest, never faltering in his delicious rhythm. your hands are gripped onto his ass, pushing and pulling with his thrusts, nails pressing in and dragging quiet, cut off groans out of him.

the noises he makes start to get louder and more frequent, echoing in your ear and driving you closer and closer to that sweet edge that you’ve never achieved with another person before.

“shit, y/n, you feel fucking incredible,” he whispers.

“like we’re made for each other, holy shit,” you breathe in return.

“fit me like a fuckin’ glove,” he grins, before slamming harder into you, covering your noise with his mouth so his oblivious twin brother remains that way.

he lowers his weight onto his elbows beside your head and suddenly he’s so close, surrounding you everywhere and in every way and you feel as though you’re drowning in him in the best possible way. he positions all of his weight onto one strong elbow and he reaches in between your two writhing bodies to press the tips of his calloused, broad fingers to your clit. your noises turn to almost silent breathes now, eyes tightly closed and hands and legs gripping to the boy making you feel this incredible.

gruffly into your ear, he whispers, “fuck. can feel you clamping down on me.”

you moan in response, gritting out, “feels so good, gray. so close,” to which he doubles his efforts, pounding into you harder, rubbing at you deftly in mind blowing figures of eight. you’re there - you’re right there - and you quickly slap a hand over your mouth, not only to muffle your sounds but to cover the elated grin that’s covering your face.

grayson notices – of course he notices – and he huffs out a laugh, combined with a simple, “what? what is it?” still not stopping his movements.

you look him directly in the eyes, remove your hand as there’s no point in hiding it now and you say, “you’re gonna make me come.”

he laughs again, the vibrations from both of your giggling making you both groan too, and he replies, “damn straight i am,” as you finally, finally snap, body convulsing in waves of pleasure as you hit your high. you’re only aware of two things right now: the intense pleasure that’s flowing through you and the boy who’s caused it, looking at you in disbelief and a few moments later, following you right over the edge.

seconds, maybe minutes pass, when grayson finally lifts his head from the crook of your sweat covered neck. he’s not looked at you yet as he pulls out of you, slips the used condom off and ties it, throwing it skilfully into the trash can beside his desk. then – then, he looks at you. you’re lying on his bed, marked up by his mouth and blissed out, lips swollen, cheeks flushed and hair wild on his pillow and shit – he’s never seen anything so beautiful.

you smile softly at the look of wonder on his face and burst out into a laughing grin which he quickly mirrors. he reluctantly lifts himself off you and lays himself gently at the side of you, close enough to be sure that your arms can still touch – he can’t quite pull himself away from you fully yet.

“so,” you begin, both of you looking up at the ceiling. “that was pretty fuckin’ sensational.”

he guffaws out in the loud bark of a laugh that you’re so fond of and agrees, “it certainly fuckin’ was. wow.”

“you must be feeling pretty smug right now,” you prod.

he laughs again, more of a smirk this time, and turns his head to face you. “oh yeah? why’s that?”

“first boy to ever make me come - a pretty special feat, i’d say.”

“shit, that’s hot,” he replies honestly with an embarrassed little giggle, turning his head back to face the ceiling so he doesn’t have to see your reaction to his confession.

“damn straight it is!” you respond enthusiastically, making him laugh again. “i’m not sure any other boy will ever live up to you. don’t think i’ve ever been as turned on in my life,” you flirt, loving how your honesty is making him squirm at the side of you.

he throws an arm over his eyes at that, groaning out loud, “stop, you’re making me hard again and i literally only came like two minutes ago!”

laughing, you roll onto your side, planting your elbow into the mattress and propping your head up on your hand. “wow, what a terrible thing that would be to happen. i sure would hate a round 2,” you say sarcastically, rolling your eyes at your clueless best friend.

grayson quickly removes his hand from his eyes and surveys your face quickly, looking for any signs of you teasing him. his pupils dilate again and that sinful smirk grows on his face. “yeah, yeah. sure would be an awful thing to happen,” he plays along whilst turning on to his side to pull you back down flat to the bed. “what was that jenna said? her dude makes her come 3 times?”

“so she fuckin’ says,” you say, accompanied with an eye roll.

he nods, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he prepositions directly into your ear, “how about we go for 4?”

i hope the full fic was worth the wait :) thank you for being patient!

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tigerlilyhasablog · 4 years

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What I’ve Been Watching

Hello everyone! If you read my comeback post, you know that I promised a round-up of the movies I’ve seen so far in 2020. This post has taken WAYYYY too long for me to get around to writing, but now I’m self-isolating and have plenty of time on my hands, so hopefully I should be writing more! So let’s get into it. Before I talk about films from this year, I’ve got to sneak in my thoughts about my absolute FAVORITE film of 2019…

Knives Out – 5/5

I cannot tell you how much I love this movie. I’ve seen it three times in the theater since it came out! I knew that I wanted to see it the moment that I saw the trailer, and I had heard good things about it, but I was worried that it wouldn’t live up to the hype. Turns out I had nothing to worry about. Everything about this movie is just so. Damn. Good. The characters, the storytelling, the aesthetic setting and costume design… perfection, perfection, perfection. The cast, of course, is incredible. This movie is just so much FUN, and I’m obsessed. If you haven’t seen it already, GO SEE KNIVES OUT GODDAMMIT!!!

Now for 2020…

Richard Jewell – 4/5

I went back and forth on whether to give this a 3.5 or a 4, because its been a minute since I watched it, and honestly, I had kind of forgotten about it. Upon reflection, I’ve decided that is because of how many really good films I’ve seen so far this year, not because Richard Jewell is a forgettable movie. I really enjoyed it at the time… it has just gotten overshadowed by things I’ve watched since. The performances are great; Paul Walter Hauser was not someone I was super familiar with before this film, but he seriously impressed me as the titular character. It is just a very solid film about an important story that I really should have known more about since it happened in my home state.🤷‍♀️

Just Mercy – 4/5

Oh boy, bring some tissues for this one. What can I say, this is just a really good movie: its a well-told story of a real-life issue, its hard-hitting and tear-jerking af, the performances are great (Michael B Jordan, man🙌🏻), its just super solid all around. If you don’t cry your eyes out watching this, then sorry, you have no heart.

1917 – 4.5/5

Whoa. Okay, this is an absolute must-see. Holy shit, this movie is something else. As you have probably heard, this movie is shot and edited in a way that makes it look like it was one long take. Not only is this seriously impressive, but it is also effective as hell. There is never a break from the intensity of the film, and you will be on the edge of your seat every second (I’ve seen it twice, and I was completely on edge the entire time even during the second watch.) That’s not the only thing that makes ‘1917’ super impactful, though. The actors are fantastic… I was really impressed by George MacKay. This movie really doesn’t hold back; it is an honest, horrific, emotional depiction of war, and wow, it really isn’t like any war movie I’ve ever seen before.

Like A Boss – 3/5

Okay, time for a drastic change of tone from the last few movies! Not gonna lie, I went into this movie with basically no expectations, as I had heard nothing good about it. But you know, I liked it better than I thought I would. It was funnier than I expected, though not all the jokes hit, and it was overall incredibly silly. But it’s also a fairly sweet story about female friendship. I went to see it with one of my own female friends, we had the theater to ourselves, we laughed at all the stupid parts and we had a good time. So yeah, I didn’t hate it.😅

Dolittle – 3/5

This movie was… weird. Not necessarily a bad weird, but like, really, really bizarre. It’s hard to explain exactly why without giving plot points as examples, but I’ll tell you that there were numerous times throughout the movie where I turned to my sister and said “what the fuck??” I think that there were some drugs involved in the making of this film. On the plus side, I kinda enjoyed it. There were some parts that were genuinely funny, and overall it was something fun to watch with my younger siblings. My 12-year-old brother loved it, and that’s the real test, isn’t it?

The Gentlemen – 4.5/5

Ok, this movie was fucking GOOD. Not gonna lie, when I first saw the poster and trailer for this film, my first thoughts were, god, do we really need another cool-guy crime comedy with an almost entirely white male cast? The answer is no, no we don’t. But damn, if this isn’t a great movie anyway. It surpassed my expectations in every way… I loved it. The humor is not going to be for everyone; it is very British and often extremely crude, but I fucking cried laughing, it was hilarious. The laughs alone were enough for me to like this movie, but there is more to it than that. The plot is engaging, and although I’ve heard some people complain it was slow or too hard to follow, I liked it and enjoyed the story-telling elements. I also found myself caring way more about the characters than I thought I would. Oh, and there are some gorgeous cinematic elements to it as well. Overall, great movie. I guess I need to go and educate myself on some other Guy Ritchie films.

Birds of Prey – 4/5

So, I’ve given this a 4, but this is another one that I debated giving a 3.5. I had wanted to see it again before I reviewed, but the coronavirus screwed that plan up. I decided to round up, however, because my overall feeling about this movie is that I enjoyed it. It isn’t perfect… There were some odd plot decisions, and some so-so action, but you know, I liked it. It’s just FUN. The characters are all bad-ass, the music is on point, it’s funny, it’s colorful, it’s just really enjoyable. The cast are all great, and I thought Ewan McGregor made a great villain. Also, in amongst the mediocre action there were some really great scenes (small spoiler: I’m obsessed with Harley breaking people’s legs.) Like I said, I feel like I need to watch it again to really decide how I feel about it, but overall it’s a thumbs up from me.

The Photograph – 3/5

Huh, this movie was an odd one. I really wanted to like it, and I mean, I didn’t dislike it, but I just wasn’t feeling it, you know? I confess, romance is not really my genre (I like a good rom com, but just straight up romance? Meh), but I just found myself completely uninterested in the main couple. If you haven’t seen this movie, the plot is split between the relationship between Michael and Mae (LaKeith Stanfield and Issa Rae), and flashbacks to the 80s that focus on the relationship between Mae’s mother, Christina (Chante Adams,) and a man named Isaac (Y’lan Noel.) When it came to Michael and Mae, I just did not care at all whether or not they ended up together. I didn’t give a shit about their relationship throughout the entire movie. I liked their characters individually, but together I just wasn’t feeling the chemistry. Now, with the other couple, Sara and Isaac, I actually cared a lot more. I looked forward to the parts that would focus on them, and was annoyed when the film would jump forward to the present day again. I dunno, I mean, I didn’t hate it. It was funny in places and moving (to an extent) in others. The storyline outside of the romance was alright. I just didn’t love it.

Parasite – 4.5/5

Ok, usually I only do reviews for films I see in the theater, but I had to make an exception for this… I had some friends came over and we watched it from my couch, but only because nowhere nearby was showing it. If you haven’t heard of Parasite, you’ve probably been living under a rock. After it scooped up 4 Oscars, everyone was talking about it, and rightly so. Honestly I’m not gonna give it a proper review, because you just. Need. To. Watch. It. Basically, the first half is genuinely really funny, and then it slowly gets darker and darker, and holy fuck, I did NOT see that ending coming. The story, the acting, the symbolism, the cinematography, the setting… All fucking amazing. Watch Parasite, people. Just do it.

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Consequences Chapter Ten: A.M. Imagine

This is moreso a filler chapter, so I’m sorry if it’s a little boring. Just trying to establish more relationships throughout.

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Tessa was certain she was about to lose her mind.

It seemed like the entire contents of her bedroom closet were scattered all over her bedroom floor, the bed, the chair, and the desk.

What was an appropriate outfit to wear to dinner with your very newly minted boyfriend’s parents? Did such a thing even exist? She was starting to think the answer was no.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t met her previous boyfriends’ parents before. She had. She didn’t really count meeting her high school boyfriend’s parents because they had lived down the road from her family’s farm ever since Tessa could remember. She met that boyfriend, Alex, when she was 6 years old.

She met the parents of her first serious college boyfriend completely by accident. They were moving him into his dorm and she was right across the hall from him. Technically that boyfriend, Dylan, met her father that day as well. When she re-met Dylan’s parents as his girlfriend, it was over a weekend trip they made to their university and they took them out for lunch. She remembered being nervous about that, but it felt nothing like the level of nerves she was currently experiencing.

These were the parents of Auston Matthews, superstar hockey player for one of the richest sports industries in the world. Even though she tried as hard as she could not to think of him as ‘the Auston Matthews,’ she wasn’t an idiot. She knew how the rest of Toronto saw him. She also knew that his parents were likely prepared to snuff her out and see if she was with their millionaire son for the right reasons.

Tessa knew she shouldn’t have anything to worry about - him being ‘the Auston Matthews’ was actually almost enough of a reason for her to say no to him in the first place. She wasn’t a gold digger and couldn’t imagine ever relying on a man for money or fame or clout. But how could she prove that to his parents?

It felt like those moments when you walked into a store, buy nothing, and still think the alarm will go off at the front door as if you had stolen something. That was a legitimate fear Tessa had regularly. And this was feeling like that same emotion.

She needed reinforcements. She needed Lydia.

After calling Lydia in to help her, Tessa was finally ready 30 minutes later. She decided to keep it fairly casual since Auston told her not to dress up. She eventually settled on a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and an emerald green fall sweater. It had a high neck and was only a little tight. It felt like a safe outfit and she knew Auston loved when she wore green. Lydia had been a calming presence while helping her get ready, making her laugh and just feel at ease. It was also an opportunity for Tessa to explain her mid-afternoon skating date with Auston when he asked her to be his girlfriend.

She was now waiting patiently at the restaurant where Auston told her to meet. Originally he had offered to pick her up, but she felt like she needed the drive over to calm her nerves. She was still in her head when the family of three - his sisters still being in Arizona - walked up to her.

“Tess,” Auston greeted her with a huge smile and a warm hug. She could tell he was excited, and she felt a pang of guilt for how much she had been dreading this moment. He pulled away and sent her a subtle wink, clearly knowing she was feeling a little off. “These are my parents, Ema and Brian.”

“It’s so nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Matthews,” Tessa reached out her hand for them to shake, but was caught off guard by Ema ignoring the hand and pulling her into a gentle hug. Brian followed suit.

“Oh, honey,” Ema smiled kindly, “please call us Ema and Brian. We are so excited to finally meet the girl Auston hasn’t stopped talking about for months now.”

“Months?” Tessa turned to look at a sheepish Auston who was conveniently avoiding her gaze.

“To be honest, if it wasn’t for Mitch talking about you too, I was pretty certain you were just a figment of his imagination,” Brian laughed at his now beet-red son’s expense.

“Nope, definitely real,” Tessa laughed, already feeling a little more comfortable. “But I can’t vouch for everything he said about me. And I definitely can’t vouch for anything that may come out of Mitch Marner’s mouth.”

Ema and Brian laughed heartily, already liking Tessa’s sense of humour.

“Let’s eat, shall we?” Brian gestured to the dining area of the restaurant.

Once they were seated they continued to make small talk about the weather in Toronto and Arizona, and Auston’s upcoming game that they were attending. Eventually their orders arrived and the conversation took a more personal turn.

“So Tessa,” Brian started, “Auston tells us that you’re doing your Masters?”

“I am,” Tessa nodded, taking a sip of her water. “I have about a year left if everything goes according to plan with my research.”

“So you’re doing that full time and working with Launchpad?” Ema asked.

“Yes.”

“She’s also a TA at school,” Auston added, a hint of pride in his voice.

“Wow,” Brian was impressed. “So you’re a full-time student, a Project Manager, and a TA? How do you have time for all of that?”

“Honestly, it can be difficult some weeks, but it’s rarely full-speed in all areas at the same time. My research advisor understands my other commitments, so she works with me to develop realistic deadlines for me to submit my research and work. I think I’ve only had one week or two where I had to mark 50 essays, organize the final details and process paperwork for an event at work, and submit a lit review draft.”

“Was that the week I went by your office and you looked like you were going to murder me?” Auston asked, laughing at the memory. It felt like they had come so far since he had sent her those flowers.

“Yep,” Tessa popped the ‘p’ sound and laughed along with Brian and Ema.

“I can’t say that I blame you,” Ema continued. “That’s a lot for one person to take on. You have to be dedicated and organized for all of that to go smoothly.”

“That’s really impressive,” Brian agreed. Tessa smiled thankfully at them, not certain of what else to add.

“She’s definitely way too smart for me,” Auston laughed, putting an arm around the back of her chair. “She’s thinking about doing her PhD after her Masters and working at SickKids.”

Tessa felt a swoop in her chest at the pride she could hear in Auston’s voice when he bragged about her accomplishments.

“SickKids is an incredible place,” Brian started. “Auston and I have a pretty close relationship with some of the staff and kids there.”

“Yes, Auston explained that to me,” Tessa started slowly, knowing that it was a sensitive subject. “I am so sorry that you’ve experienced such a great loss, but it is so admirable that you’ve taken that loss and continuously work to turn it into a gain of sorts for someone else. I’m sure those kids and their families appreciate you so much.”

“My brother was an amazing human being and we just want to continue that legacy,” Brian replied, emotion evident in his voice. “Ema and I are also very sorry for your loss. We know how tough that must have been, and continues to be, on you and your dad.”

Tessa sucked in a breath, unaware that Auston had told his parents not just about her existence, but personal stories that she had shared with him. She let out the breath slowly when Ema reached across the table to capture her hand and give it a squeeze.

“Thank you,” Tessa responded sincerely. When she felt Auston’s hand on her thigh under the table, she turned to give him a small smile and a wink. She could feel the tension in his body, concerned that maybe he had overstepped. She wasn’t upset though; she had learned over the past couple of months just how close Auston was to his family and she wasn’t ashamed of her loss.

“So,” Tessa turned back to Brian and Ema, “are we at the point in the conversation where I ask you to share some embarrassing childhood stories of Auston?”

“Thank you so much for dinner tonight, Mr. and Mrs. Matthews,” Tessa reached out to accept their hugs as the four of them stood outside the restaurant.

“Ema and Brian,” Ema gently scolded, accepting the hug. She knew there had to be something special about this girl based on the way Auston had talked about her over the past couple of months, and she was right. Tessa was perfect for Auston. “It was so nice to finally meet you.”

“Yes, we look forward to seeing you again. Do you ever go to any of the games?” Brian asked.

“Rarely,” Tessa shrugged. “I would like to go to more, but my schedule doesn’t always allow for it. And ticket prices are a little out of this grad student’s budget,” she laughed.

“What makes you think you’d be paying for them?” Auston nudged her teasingly. “I might not be good for much, but I think I could get you into a game or two, Tess.”

“Well, just make sure you put her near us. I promise I’m not one of those crazy moms who scream at the coaches or refs,” Ema laughed.

“We should get going though or we will be late for our show,” Brian reached out to wrap Auston in a hug. “We’ll see you back at the apartment tonight, kid.”

“Yeah, sounds good. I’m going over to Mitch’s for a bit, so don’t wait up,” Auston responded, leaning down to kiss his mom on the cheek. “See you guys later.”

“Bye Tessa,” Ema waved as they started making their way to their car.

Once his parents were out of earshot and view, Auston turned to Tessa and pulled her into a tight hug. He tugged gently on her ponytail, tilting her head back so he could finally place a kiss on her lips.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” he sighed when he pulled away.

“Didn’t think your parents would approve of a little PDA?” Tessa teased, accepting his hand as he lead her to her car.

“I’m sure they wouldn’t care, but it’s weird,” Auston shuddered as Tessa laughed. “Want to go to Mitch’s with me?”

“Sure,” Tessa handed her car keys over to him. “You drive. What’s going on over there?”

“Nothing big,” Auston took the keys and opened the passenger door for her before climbing in on the driver’s side. “I think he’s just having a few of the guys and their partners over. Thanks for tonight, by the way.”

“What do you mean?”

“I know I just sprung that on you. I think my mom thought you’d been my girlfriend for a while now, so I couldn’t say no when she asked to meet you.”

“Let’s just say that I’m not the best with surprises, so while this was nice, please don’t pull that kind of thing again,” Tessa laughed, remembering the current state of her bedroom floor because of her stress. “But thank you for wanting me to meet them.”

“They absolutely loved you, I could tell,” he beamed, reaching over to pick up her hand and bring it to his lips for a kiss. “But I’m not surprised. You’re an easy person to lo- to like,” he caught himself before the word left his mouth again. It was much too soon for that. Right?

Tessa ignored the slip, thinking he probably didn’t mean to say it.

“So what did your parents mean when they said that they’ve heard a lot about me from Mitch?” she asked, changing the subject. Auston simply groaned, causing her to laugh. His best friend would definitely get him in trouble someday.

“So T,” Mitch wrapped an arm around Tessa’s shoulders and pulled her closer to him as they sat on his couch, “can I call you T?”

Tessa looked at him questionably, mostly just for her own amusement to watch him wait, and finally nodded wordlessly.

“Great, so T,” Mitch leaned in as if he were about to tell her something important, “now that you’re official with my boy, I think we have a few things we need to discuss.”

“Oh really?”

“Mhm, best friend duties and all that.”

“Oh, and all that. Okay Mitch, hit me,” Tessa folded her hands in her lap and sat up straighter, pretending to be super serious.

“Now, since Lydia gave Auston her whole ‘if you hurt my best friend I’ll hurt you speech, I feel like-”

“Wait, hold up,” Tessa held up a hand to stop him. “When did she do that?”

“Eons ago,” Mitch waved her away. “As I was saying, I feel like I-”

“What did she say?”

Mitch sighed audibly. He really wanted to make his speech.

“You’re so stubborn sometimes, T,” Mitch rolled his eyes, still keeping up his serious facade, but Tessa could see the mirth that lurked behind his eyes. “She basically told him if he hurt you, she didn’t care how amazing his thighs were, she’d hunt him down and make him hurt just as much, only physically instead of emotionally.”

Tessa let out a bark of laughter. What?

“Anyway,” Mitch continued dramatically, “I just wanted to say that I feel like I should say something similar, but while I have nothing against your thighs, I don’t think I can say the exact same thing. So, all I’ll say is, please don’t hurt my best friend. He really likes you and I’ve never seen him like this before.”

“That ended a lot sweeter than I had expected,” Tessa nodded, impressed. “I respect your best friend responsibilities, and I will tell you I have no intention of hurting him. I don’t know if you can tell, but I really like him too.”

“Oh, I can tell!” Mitch laughed, giving her a squeeze. “I love you two together. But now you have to be my best friend too.”

“I didn’t realize that was part of the deal. I may have to rethink this whole relationship thing,” Tessa started to pull away from him, laughter in her eyes.

“Yep! You’re stuck with me. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship,” he grinned his shit-eating grin at her.

“Mitchy!” William called from the other side of the living room. “It’s your turn!”

“Call of Duty calls, T,” Mitch leaned forward and placed a smacking kiss on her cheek. “Oh, and if I haven’t said it already, thanks for making my best friend so happy,” he winked at her as he took his place on the other couch.

As he left, Stephanie walked over and took his spot.

“Please tell me he wasn’t giving you his ‘if you hurt my best friend’ spiel,” Stephanie rolled her eyes, handing Tessa a glass of water.

“You know him well,” Tessa laughed. She really liked Steph. Any time they hung out in a group, she was always really friendly, but had enough sass that Tessa never felt like she was just being nice because she was with Auston. She actually treated her the way she treated their other friends.

“He thinks he’s a lot tougher than he is but I deep down he’s so happy that Auston has found someone like you,” Steph replied sincerely. Tessa’s eyes traveled across the room after feeling eyes on her. She caught Auston’s gaze across the room as he pretended to pay attention to the video games the other guys were playing. He sent a wink in her direction before turning back to the TV. “I’ve never seen him like this before.”

Tessa shrugged, not sure what to say. Everyone kept telling her that, and even though it was meant to be comforting, sometimes it did make those initial doubts she had resurface. She tried to push them back down though. He asked her to be his girlfriend and she met his parents - he was obviously serious about this and them and her.

“Anyway,” Steph broke Tessa out of her thoughts, “how would you feel about hanging out with me tomorrow? We could go for mani pedis or to a yoga class or something together?”

“I’d really like that.”

“Perfect! I finally have someone who I can make fun of Mitch and Auston,” Steph lifted her glass to cheers Tessa. “Welcome to the family, Tessa!”

#auston matthews #auston matthews imagine #auston matthews fan fiction #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagines #hockey fan fiction #hockey imagines #hockey writing

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Fanfiction Recommendations

Just a few of my personal favorite Wings of Fire fanfictions. I'm going to try and keep them organized but no promises.

Also please give these fics love by leaving a review. They are honestly really good and lot of them have like maybe five reviews at the most. I'm trying to get better at leaving reviews myself. It is so important to make sure they know it is being enjoyed by others.

If anyone has a fic they don't see on here let me know since I might have forgotten it or not read it yet. Thank you and enjoy!

Shipping

Healed by @sandshadow

Summary: Flame has a lot of issues and has been sent away to the healing center in the Sky Kingdom to deal with them. The last dragons he expected, or wanted, to see there were Umber and Sora. As Flame spends more time in the healing center, and with Umber, he starts to heal in more ways than one. But can he overcome the hate that's been growing in him for so long? T for coarse language.

A personal favorite of mine. And Flumber has quickly become a favorite pairing of mine in this fandom. The only problem I have is there's not a lot of Flumber outside of this fic. But that's okay since there has been an addition to the lore (is that the right word here?) of the fic with an adorable two-shot that takes place a little bit after the events of this fic.

But on other news it's honestly just a good character piece as well. Umber and Flame get great focus and we also get to see Sora again. And there's therapy. Honest to goodness these characters are getting therapy. Praise the Moon's!!!!

10/10 will read again. (Honestly its become one of my therapy fics that I read when I get upset. 😆)

Embracing Peril by Ilral (for the life of me I couldn't find out if there was a Tumblr for them so please let me know so I can add it onto this post.)

Summary: Peril always knew she was different, of course, but it still surprised her just how many ways the world came up with to make her distant. Oh well, at least Clay is here now to buoy her up. And they might just have more in common than she realizes...

A pretty good Cleril fic that deals with a lot of potential prejudices the dragon society might have. A lot of these aren't my headcanons but I can still appreciate the work that went into the fic. And the characters are written pretty well. I like seeing Clay and Peril as an established couple.

A perfect example of it being possible to enjoy a fic even if you don't necessarily share all of the same headcanons as the author.

How to Dance with Rainwings by @quasimagical

Summary: Deathbringer had never anticipated the harsh reality of being pushed away by the love of his life. But when the RainWing queen presents him with a new assignment, he finds himself trapped in the middle of an even more puzzling predicament. AU.

OMG. It's a Jambringer fic. Honestly this one is really cute and I totally ship it. Just a warning Glorybringer isn't the only ship the author breaks up. And while I personally don't ship all the ships they went with I'm the type of person who can still roll with it. Haha.

Another issue is it actually has not been finished but from what I've heard the author does plan on picking it up again sooner or later. But it's definitely worth a read. It's good to see a Deathbringer fic where he is actually treated as a character and not... Well you know exactly what I'm talking about.

Anyway give it a read and review! It's worth it. :)

The Prince and the Body Guard by @a-croissant (based off of their bio on ffnet so hopefully that's right.)

Summary: A oneshot between Turtle and Pike. When Turtle notices that Anemone gets rid of Pike, and Pike runs away, he decides to go after him.

That's right it's a Pike/Turtle one shot. Low key this is really cute. That's kind of all I have to say about it. I ship it and it's adorable.

Character Fics

Winter: A Character Study/Faded Portraits by @sandshadow

Summary: Winter lies awake thinking of everything he's done wrong. The family he disappointed, the love he lost, and the friends he pushed away, but as the night wears on he comes to a new realization about himself.

Wow! Two @sandshadow fics on the list? What?!

Nah but seriously guys this is potentially one of my favorite fics in the fandom. Because I don't know if you know this but I am a Winter fan. And I am still bitter about how he was treated at the end of DoD.

(Also if I have to read any more Winterwatcher fics about him apologizing to Moon for being reasonably upset about a legitimately traumatic experience I am going to scream. )

Anyway. This is what I wish his epilogue in DoD had been. Read it for yourself. Leave a review... I practically an essay myself. My bad. 😅

Winter Returning by Fatespeaker (I can't find a Tumblr for this author so if anyone knows please let me know so I can add it to this post.)

Summary: A week before Icicle's trial, Winter returns to the Ice Kingdom for a very awkward visit. Tensions are high. Old conflicts have resurfaced. With his tribe still reeling from the recent disaster, his family destroyed, and a complicated friendship to deal with, Winter is left picking up the pieces of his old life...and discovering hope for a new one.

Surprise, surprise. It's another Winter fic. I love this boy so much.

Honestly this is done pretty well and we also get to see Winter interact with his family some more as well as getting to see him face some of his own trauma.

It's angsty in all of the best ways.

Aftermath by Fatespeaker (this author has some pretty good stuff honestly.)

Summary: When it comes to living family, Starflight definitely got the short end of the stick. He's kept his distance from his mad scientist father. Well-meaning Fatespeaker wants to help her friend by interviewing Mastermind, but even the briefest of conversations can dredge up uncomfortable truths. War is complicated...its aftermath is messier still.

Kudos to the author for touching on a pretty controversial character. I mean I completely understand why people dislike him. But I can't help it. The fact that his first thought when meeting Starflight was "look at my beautiful boy isn't he astounding!" It was just so refreshing in all the best ways.

I knew the shoe would drop, and what a shoe it was, but I still have a weird fondness for him. And don't fuss me. People can like characters who did horrible things and the thing is I think he's not beyond saving. It will be a lot of work but its possible.

Mastermind- The Scientist and Mastermind- The Monster by The Friendly Space Marine (Again. I don't know if there is a Tumblr for this author. I am so sorry.)

Summary: Mastermind. The NightWing who would become infamous for experimenting on live RainWing subjects. But what is the story behind Starflight's often demonised father? Why did he do it? What drove him to such lengths?

Mastermind. The NightWing embodiment of the mad scientist archetype. A dragon held in contempt by his own son. A monster responsible for unspeakable crimes against the RainWings. What made him do it? Did he ever truly realise the gravity of his actions?

I really like this take on the character! It adds a new layer to him that nobody really wants to acknowledge or see which I think comes back to the fact that people want to always see characters as good or bad. And I've already stated that I hate that mindset. Like... Wow, people with that mindset must live in a very boring and frankly cold world. I'm sorry for your loss.

Story Driven

Stories that are a little more story driven. Although some are very character-based too so this was kind of hard for me separate. Anyway enjoy!

Finding Peace by @warriorofspectra (for some reason it won't link. I don't understand Tumblr!!!)

Summary:Peacemaker has enjoyed a happy seven years. Raised by his mother and living amongst the RainWing and NightWing Tribes, he would ask for no better life. But with the emergence of nightmares, which have grown increasingly vivid upon arriving at the Jade Mountain Academy, Peacemaker begins to question whether or not the life he lives truly is his own or the shadow of another.

Ey... I already talked about this one before but it's definitely up there as one of my favorite fanfictions and probably my favorite Peacemaker fanfiction.

I don't even want to say anything in too much detail because it's just too good. All you need to know is the characters are great, including OCs. Peacemaker is adorable and almost makes me feel bad for hating the strawberry scene... Almost. Seriously just read it. And then take a peak at the authors side drabble series from POV of the other characters. There's one about Winter that I read just because it makes me so happy to see him again. Agh!

In the Light of the Moon's by Qebui (which is actually a group of people. So I have no clue if there are any Tumblrs associated or not)

Summary: We know the Dragonets of Destiny. Five dragons hatched on brightest night. However, what if the dragonets had hatched in the moonlight instead?

That's right we got a thrice born Starflight and Sunny Fanfiction. Not too much to say about this one. I just love this concept and I like what the authors are doing with it. :D

And... I think that's pretty much it. Wow, this was a lot of hard work. But fun. Lots of fun. And it was good coming back to some of these. Again if there was any I missed please let me know and I will glad I do an updated list adding them to it.

Thanks so much and see ya next time!

#wings of fire #fanfiction

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Second Base

Summary: How will Shouto help Momo with her problem? How will the class react to this?

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Getting out of bed that Monday morning was tough even for Momo who is a diligent student leader. She let her alarm snooze for 10 more minutes before finally climbing out of bed. As she walked in the bathroom, she let out a deep sigh as she remembered Aizawa-sensei giving them a heads up last week that he has amped their training program a notch higher. The familiar ache in her abdomen begged her to spend the day curled up in bed but she knew villains would never wait for her to feel okay before striking. Service above self. That thought spurred her to start her day and she started preparing for school.

After their intensive sparring session with tough robots, Momo is somehow relieved that the next period will be for academics. Finally, some much needed breather. She is exhausted from the training, and getting her monthly period at this time of the month is definitely not helping. Her menstrual cramps can sometimes get out of hand. She lost her concentration easily. She wasn’t able to move as agile as she wanted to during the training. It was frustrating because she could not move the way she wanted to. Too much and sudden movements radiate pain from her center to every nerve ending in her body. She sometimes was distracted by the pain which slowed her reaction time that the robot nearly hit her had she not perform an awkward dodge. That could’ve caused her minus points from Aizawa-sense’s class. She is also worried that her performance will take a negative toll on her grades, which in turn will make a dip in her overall class ranking. This might affect the Hero Agency that will take her in when she starts a career internship. Okay, so her train of thought has now taken a dark turn. She stopped herself from overthinking things.

She wiggled out of her hero costume, which felt like second skin and changed into her school uniform. The pain is quickly becoming unbearable. ‘Hang in there Momo. This is the last period and then we can get the much needed rest’, she encouraged herself. She is grateful for the warmth the uniform afforded her. Really, all she wanted to do right now is sleep. When she got back into to the classroom most of her classmates are already there chatting with each other while waiting for the next subject teacher.

She settled into her seat but the cramping in her lower abdomen won’t go away. If anything, the pain intensified from the strenuous activity earlier. She wished she knew how to create pain relievers which would really be handy on the spot when the time comes she becomes a pro-hero especially in rescue efforts. For now, she’s good at creating impromptu weapons used for fighting off villains. She made a mental note to study the structures of pain reliever medicines, hot pack and ice bags later plus the legalities of producing analgesic drugs. Besides, her quirk is restricted only to creating things that are not the elemental water, fire, air and earth. She could create hose to transport water, lighters to make fire, fan to generate wind but not the basic elements. If only she can create hot water bag and ask Todoroki to heat water with his quirk, that would be great. Just imagining the heat soothing and untying the knots in her abdomen made Momo crave for something to at least alleviate her lady woes.

She sighed. Then a voice from her right said “Are you alright? You look pale.” She looked up and saw Todoroki studying her intently. ‘His multi-colored eyes seem to search inside me.’

“My stomach hurt a bit from the intensive training earlier. Thanks for asking.” She replied. She kept on rubbing her lower tummy to relieve some pain. ‘I can never get really used to those eyes. They transport me to exciting places just staring at those mesmerizing eyes.’

Iida being the responsible class representative announced that their teacher for the next subject would be late for a little bit because of an emergency meeting of teachers. He added that they had better make use of the time wisely by studying on their own until sensei gets back from the meeting.

She barely heard what Iida said. After all, the blue in Todoroki’s eyes gave her a glimpse of the ocean where the sound of waves gently lapping at the shore and the sound of seabirds gently flying by made her really want to close her eyes and sleep. She really wished she could curl down on her own bed and rest.

She did not realize she is openly gawking at his face until Todoroki cleared his throat. “I’ll come a little closer and if you allow me, I’ll gently warm up my hand to at least relieve some of your pain.”

That snapped her out of her reverie. She looked at him puzzled.

Todoroki brought his hands to his neck. “I saw your fight today and you didn’t seem to be in the best shape fighting off those robots. I mean you still did well but I think that’s not your usual style,” said Todoroki. “Besides, Fuyumi has the same condition as you do once in a while.” Todoroki replied while rubbing his neck. “She sometimes uses hot compress to relieve the pain. Unfortunately we don’t have that right now so if you don’t mind, I can use my quirk to warm up my hand and help you ease off the discomfort.”

Todoroki is a friend and she trusts him. He gave her encouragement when she needed it. Now, he observed her fight and noted her physical discomfort. ‘Wait, was he looking at me when I’m not looking? No, he probably just randomly saw how I screwed up today. Oh Kami-sama, why did it have to be today?’ She mentally face-palmed.

After pondering a teeny, tiny bit of a minute, she nodded. Better this than passing out. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt Todoroki’s large, warm hand rest and place a bit of pressure on her tummy. The warmth shoot out electrifying effects on her body, are those butterflies now on her stomach? Her cramps gently unknotted and she felt the pain subside significantly. For a good 10 minutes, she just sat there with both of her eyes closed. She is savouring the comfort of the warmth Todoroki’s hand gave her stomach. Why is her head not falling off from her position? She opened an eye and saw Todoroki reading a book with his other hand while his other hand is gently pressing on her tummy. What’s more embarrassing is that she had the audacity to even place her head on his shoulders. Here he was being a Good Samaritan and she was taking full advantage of his kindness. She felt her entire face burn with embarrassment.

She also noticed that after Iida said the announcement that All Might will be running late, she still could hear a buzz of background noise. After several minutes, the noise died down, not even the sound of pages turning or a chair scraping the floor can be heard. The silence that enveloped the room seemed unnatural, unless All Might is already there. However, she did not hear him make his presence known. What could be the reason why her classmates are as still as a stone? Curiosity got the better of her, she gingerly lifted her head, which was conveniently resting on Todoroki’s shoulder and saw that many heads were turned 180 degrees from the front of the room towards the back of the class where they were seated. All eyes were trained on her and Todoroki. Several pair of eyes locked on their somehow intimate position. Especially their seats have gotten so close. Plus Todoroki’s hand is on her body. ‘So that’s why the class was quiet. They must be jumping to weird conclusions’, she thought

Uraraka’s eyes turned as big as saucers. Hagakure had been taking their pictures. Mina is having a field day. Jirou gave out a knowing smirk. Kirishima wore a goofy smile while Kaminari had his mouth shaped like the letter O.

Momo inwardly groaned, how could she possibly explain that Todoroki is only helping her out?

Todoroki was completely oblivious of the commotion (or the lack thereof) the whole time. He noticed the absence of the pressure and warmth on his shoulder, he laid down the book he was reading and finally looked at what’s happening around him.

Sero was the first to break the silence, “Way to go man!” sending a salute in Todoroki’s direction.

Mineta’s nose is bleeding yet he still managed to croak out, “Todoroki, how could you do that in class? Give me some tips will you?” In response, Mezou smacked him in the head for such an offhanded comment.

Kaminari even said, “Wow, Todoroki you’ve gone second base!” It’s Jirou’s turn to smack Denki.

Aoyama with his dazzling countenance smugly told Tsu, “I told you they had something going on between them”.

And dear Mina who was having a field day casually announced, “It’s official, presenting our power couple Todoroki and Yaomomo.” And she proceeded to demand pay ups from the Baku Squad, apparently winning her bet that Momo and Shouto are a couple.

Uraraka added, “As expected of the recommended students!”

Midoriya began mumbling about the future of the future offspring of Creati and Shouto what with the combined powerful quirks of their parents, which could potentially land them the title of Number One Pro-Hero. This earned him a glare and glower from Bakugo.

‘Just what happened!? And what was the class even thinking!’ Deep inside, Momo is panicking. ‘What will Todoroki think of this? Of me? Aaahhh’ Everyone started speaking all at once. Some of their classmates are clapping and throwing them makeshift confetti from torn review papers.

Feeling awkward, Momo gently pried Todoroki’s hands off her abdomen. “I feel a lot better, thank you for your help. This is enough, let’s not give them something more to think about.” She hoped he did not notice the blush slowly spreading on her cheeks. She noticed how warm Todoroki’s hands were, and she wished it had not ended too soon. Nevertheless, her classmates are now spreading the news like wildfire so she at least has to minimize their false assumptions about her and Todoroki. ‘He might not like it at all.’

At this, Todoroki surprised her. “I’m not really bothered by what they think. If it’s you I’m helping, I don’t mind doing it again. I’m really impressed by how you handled your fight earlier when you were in such pain.”

Now her cheeks are definitely on fire. It really helps to sit down when Todoroki dishes out unexpected surprises like this especially behind that stony façade. That way she wouldn’t be overwhelmed with mixed feelings. It also helps when the crashing sense of realization sinks in, that after her heart did somersaults and backflips when it settled on her rib cage, her usual heartbeat of lub, dub, lub, dub was now replaced with Sho, To, Sho, To.

Thankfully, All Might entered the room and ordered everyone to pay attention to his lecture. This is going to be a long day. Momo knew that once at the dorm, she is going to have to do a lot of explaining to the girls and setting matters straight before they spiral out of control. She knows it’s going to be tough when she herself had just come into terms with her feelings for Todoroki.

‘But I wonder what did Kaminari mean earlier when he said Todoroki is at second base?’

#bnha #mha #todomomo #fanfic for todomomo #todoroki x yaoyorozu #todoroki shouto #yaoyorozu momo #kaminari denki #jirou kyoka #bakugo katsuki #midoriya izuku #iida tenya #uraraka ochaco #all might #plus ultra #lady problems #i write

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emma-poole · 4 years

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I’ve been eating at diners by myself lately, thinking about the state of my life while stuffing back forkfuls of lasagna and boats of french fries. Something about the oversized display of baked goods comforts me, how there seems to be a dessert for every preference, the lingering smell of confectioners sugar and syrupy fruit. All the old men at the counter are on their phones. They are propped on their elbows, sipping lukewarm mugs of coffee, gazing up only to look at what I’ve ordered. I come here to be alone in the company of others, to hear my thank you answered by sweetheart and eat weird combinations of food without anyone commenting on my choices. I love the excess of a diner menu; giant, spiral-bound, breakfast all day, sides of blue cheese dressing pre-prepared in tiny plastic cups, overflowing salads. Everything is familiar, and promised. Diners are a good place to visit when you need certainty.

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I spent a lot of time on the M train this Fall. It’s a pleasant ride, specifically between Essex and Marcy, when Manhattan becomes Brooklyn, and out of a dark tunnel a hopeful sky appears. I took a lot of ubers after midnight, falling asleep as the East River zoomed by, jolted from having to leave a warm bed and body. I always apologized for keeping them waiting when I entered the car, stealing as much time as I could before saying goodbye to you. No problem, they’d whisper politely. They assumed I was you, and I didn’t correct them.

As with other inevitable truths, relationships have a way of marking their territory, creating significance in what was formerly an arbitrary place, route, expression, or menu item. I rode the M train to get to you. And now, all that is you exists in the ephemera of my memory.

I’m sipping drip coffee at Bluestone Lane on the Upper West side. The aesthetic here is dreamy; blue tile accented in lush succulents, (they may be fake?) sleek, modern lines, and menus that look like they were hand-dipped in cerulean watercolor. I have a corner bar seat. Among barista grade cartons of milk, mason jars full of coffee beans are embellished with tiny rainbow flags. Tap water is served in glass bottles. Everything is casual but intentional. Is this a Bluestone Lane review? Am I Frank Bruni?

The woman adjacent to me orders the same thing I do- soft scramble, toast, coffee. She adds bacon, which I debate but decide against at the last minute. She must smell my nostalgia because minutes later, she offers me a piece of hers just as I am finishing my plate. So that your last bite is perfect, she smiles. I graciously accept. The kindness of strangers! Wow. So smokey. Now I know. I thank her. She speaks to the employees with the easy candor of a regular. Her black turtleneck and black-rimmed glasses make her both blend in and stand out against the cafe’s crisp interior. Our interaction with each other, brief but intimate, is one of many New York moments I have lodged in a cozy nook of my brain. Memories pour in: the handsome older gentleman at the bar in midtown with the brightest blue eyes who opened up about his child sexual abuse. A drummer I met on a park bench in my early twenties, who I spent an entire magical day with, then briefly dated. Winter, an older woman on the subway squealing in delight at the flowers poking out of my grocery bag. I haven’t seen pussywillows in so long! They feel like Spring. Something magical happens when you’re not looking.

Each year during this time - the inbetween season when fall begins its slow hatch into winter, when days become darker and rotted pumpkins emerge on sidewalk corners blending in with the foliage, my inclination to reflect takes over. Somehow, this perfect coffee, in its mini glass carafe and tiny pitcher of cream- why are miniature things so satisfying?- stirs the overwhelming desire to consider: where I have been, where I am going, what has changed. I cup my hands around the warm mug, lower my face to the toasty aroma, and inhale.

Speaking of warm beverages, I’ve begun seeing someone who enjoys handing me homemade ones, usually of the tea variety, in small, tempered glassware. The gesture is hospitable and cozy, though he swears this is a year-round activity, not solely reserved for winter or freezing apartments. I like watching him putter around his kitchen, clanging spoons on saucepans and wiping grease with the dish towel he uses to wipe everything. He has a bidet, which delights me every time, and floor plants, half-gallon jugs of fancy Dr. Bronner’s soap perched at the top of his closet. I like the way he inhabits his home, even when there are clothes in every corner and old dishes in the sink. He apologizes for the mess each time I come over, slightly more dramatic in his delivery than necessary. He has a penchant for theatrics. In a couple of days, it will be clean again. He will wipe down countertops and burn scented oil that reminds me of the first night I spent there, on a warm summer evening just days before my 30th birthday. We drank hot tea on a hot night, and I made fun of him for living in Brooklyn and liking tea so much.

Still, months later, when he sets the glass in front of me, the sip feels like remembrance; warm, hopeful, familiar.

The shape of your face, you say, it’s beautiful. Compliments from you are rare. I ask you to repeat yourself.

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The shape of your face is angular like the flat rooftops of Brooklyn, or a piece of sea glass poking out of sand. I see my ancestry in your olive skin, the way your oy is guttural.

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They stare at me, the Hasidic men in your neighborhood. They don’t know I am one of them, kind of. I imagine reaching out and weaving my fingers through their tangly beards. I imagine they feel like a cross between steel wool and moss.

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Moss is soft, like your beard. Surprising at first, but smooth to the touch. I resist the urge to pull all the white hairs out of your chin. I like them there, the way you have to look closely to see the salt speckle. I cup my hand around your jaw and kiss your adam’s apple.

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When you go down on me, I close my eyes and focus on my breath. Your head bobs with the arch of my hips, but you are a buoy, steady. Sometimes we communicate best without words. I feel you when you’re not there in the slick when I walk. It’s the same slick that makes your mouth glow when you come up for air.

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At times, this feels like a stubborn knot. Or a blocked windpipe; something that needs opening but only constricts more when fiddled with. Somewhere I am positive a loose thread exists.

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In certain meditation visualizations, the image of a thread loosening is used to elicit the feeling of release. An uncoiling, so to speak.

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Meditation exists to ease the ripples of the mind. It widens the gap between thought and action. Find something tangible to focus on, they say.

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And so-

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Right now I am breathing. The rain is a muted orchestra outside my window. I don’t know, but it’s ok. The skyline looks coziest when viewed from the inside of an apartment, under a marshmallow duvet, against flannel sheets. I still want my name in your mouth.

To try to describe my time with you feels like an injustice.

How could they possibly know the fragrant smell of your skin after sex?

How you snuck your hands in my armpits the first night we met, inhaling deeply, causing me to shriek, giggling but delighted that we shared the same perversion. How your eyes changed right after, possessed by something greater than your intellect. Your smell, you said, looking right at me, really turns me on.

To be wanted by you was a victory, and that was the problem.

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I’ll be careful not to undermine our time together by emphasizing sex, because it was much more than that. But try to understand- it was the simplest way you let go. As a lover, you were all there; generous, passionate, present. As a partner, you kept yourself at a distance by picking and choosing the moments you allowed me in.

But-

You are the first man I have dated who completely embodies his femininity. This is not lost on me. I miss the way you coil your body around mine, how you let yourself be held, and weep openly for your mother. I miss you tenderly shampooing my hair in the shower, running your hands along my entire soapy body, kissing the hollow of my collarbone and throat. How you examined my flesh with the curiosity of a scientist and the awe of an artist seeing a masterpiece appear before his eyes. I miss your gross, your mess, your hunger. I dreamt of you last night and woke up thinking how bizarre it is that you know someone intimately and then you don’t. And now it seems I am writing to you, or for you, and that feels wrong, because this time and these realizations are mine and I am only just now reclaiming a world in which your essence doesn’t saturate every part.

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There is a brief but intense period of time when the consequence of my decision will gnaw at me; sleep taunts, my mind reels. I used to think that the constant presence of another person on your mind alluded to some sort of fate; if I can’t stop thinking of them, they must be thinking of me. Now I realize, like anything, knowing someone becomes a habit, and habits must be unlearned.

For months, my fingers grew skilled at texting you nonsense throughout the day. I started seeing your name on building signs, subway ads, dreams. My body warmed to the thought of you. This is meant to be, I’d meditate on like a mantra.

And still-

I couldn’t figure out why my heart twisted in anxiety each time I thought about us. Why, when I imagined you as the father of my children, something we had talked about, the image felt fuzzy and always slightly out of reach. Why, years down the road, visualizing myself married to you, I had the overwhelming sensation that it would feel lonely.

You, so generous of spirit and warm in nature. Who brings people together and makes giant pots of tea. Who has so much to give beneath the fear that permeates your every move. It was very difficult to walk away from a world that you had opened to me. I often wonder how differently things would look if I hadn’t, though I no longer wish I made the other choice.

I’ve been meditating again. Not well, but it’s ok. Mostly, I think. Of you, of my choices, of this precious, challenging life.

Right now I am breathing. The rain is a muted orchestra outside my window. I know a little more than I did, and that feels like grace.

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