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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Changing Channels

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

Dean and I were sitting on the bed of our motel, watching Dr. Sexy, MD. Both of us pretty into it as Dr Palmer and Dr Piccolo enter an elevator then they start making out as the doors shut.

"What are you guys watching?" Sam asked us. "Hospital show. Dr. Sexy, MD. I think it's based on a book." Dean replied. "It is." I said. "When did you hit menopause?" Sam asked Dean. "Her fault." Dean said, pointing at me. Sam looks over at me with a questioning look. "Hey, you complained until the sex scenes began." I said and Sam gives an understanding nod.

“Well, that explains why he’s into it. But I’m a little surprise that you are, (y/n). Just doesn’t seem like your type of show.” Sam said. “Everyone’s got a poison. Nothing wrong with some junk food entertainment every once in a while.” I said and Sam shrugs. “Fair enough.” He said, with a chuckle.

“I wouldn’t call this junk food. Remember the two part season finale?” Dean asked me, giving me a knowing and suggestive look. “Dean, that finale was basically just porn. It had like three separate sex scenes in them.” I said. “Was still good finale.” Dean muttered as he got up and turned off the TV. I shook my head at him and stood up as well.

Sam grabs his suit jacket off the other bed and puts it on. "You guys ready?" Dean asked us. "Are you?" Sam asked and Dean grabs his keys and walks out.

"One more time, the FBI is here why, exactly?" The officer asked us. "Might have something to do with one of your locals getting his head ripped off." I said. "Bill Randolph died from a bear attack." the officer said, firmly. "How sure are you that it was a bear?" Sam asked him.

"What else would it be?" the officer asked. "Well, whatever it was it chased Mr. Randolph through the woods, smashed through his front door followed him up the stairs, and killed him in his bedroom." Dean said and the officer looks between us.

"Is that common, a bear doing all that?" I asked him, suspiciously. "Depends how pissed off it is, I guess. Look, the Randolphs live way up in high country. You got trout runs to make a grown man weep. And bears." the officer said. "Right. Now, what about Mrs. Randolph? The file says she saw the whole thing." Sam said. "Yes, she did. My heart goes out to that poor woman." the officer said.

"She said bear." Dean said, questioning. "Kathy Randolph went through a hell of a trauma. She's confused." the officer said, defensively. "What did she say?" I asked.

Later, the boys and I were sitting at a table with Kathy Randolph. "No, it must have been a bear. I mean, what else could it have been?" Kathy said, obviously unsure. "Mrs. Randolph, what do you think it was?" Sam asked her.

"No, I, I remember clearly now. It was definitely a bear." Kathy said, shaking her head. "We're sure it was. But see, it helps us to hear every angle. So just tell us what you thought you saw." Dean said. "It's impossible, but...I could have sworn I saw...the Incredible Hulk." Kathy said which is the last thing I expected her to say.

"The Incredible Hulk." I said, confused. "I told you it was crazy." Kathy said. "Bana or Norton?" Dean asked. "Oh, no, those movies were terrible. The TV Hulk." Kathy said. "Lou Ferrigno." I said and she nods. "Yes." she said. "Spiky-hair Lou Ferrigno." I specified. "Yes." she said and I hum at this then I exchange a look between the boys.

"You think I'm crazy." Kathy said, disappointed. "No. Uh, no, it's just...is there, uh, would there be any reason that Lou Ferrigno, the Incredible Hulk, would have a grudge against your husband?" Dean asked. "No." she said. "No." Dean repeated.

Back at the motel, Dean and I were looking on our laptops when Sam comes in. "Hey." Sam said as we look up at him. "Find anything?" Dean asked him. "Well, uh, I saw the house." Sam said. "And?" Dean and I asked.

"And there is a giant eight-foot-wide hole where the front door used to be. Almost like, uh—" Sam trails off. "A Hulk-sized hole." I said. "Maybe. What do you two got?" Sam asked us. "Well, it turns out that Bill Randolph had quite the temper. He's got two counts of spousal battery, bar brawls, and court-ordered anger management sessions. You might say you wouldn't like him when he's angry." Dean said and I chuckle.

"So a hothead getting killed by TV's greatest hothead. Kinda sounds like just desserts, doesn't it?" Sam asked and Dean snorts. "It's all starting to make sense." Sam said.

"How is it starting to make sense?" I asked him. "Well, I found something else at the crime scene." Sam said and he pulls a handful of candy wrappers out of his pocket. "Candy wrappers." he said and he drops them. "Lots of them." Sam adds.

"Just desserts, sweet tooth, screwing with people before you kill 'em—we're dealing with the Trickster, aren't we?" Dean asked I groan. "Sure looks like it." Sam said. "Good. I've wanted to gank that mother since Mystery Spot." Dean said. "You sure?" I asked him. "Yeah I'm sure." Dean said.

"No, I mean are you sure you wanna kill him?" I asked him. "Son of a bitch didn't think twice about icing me a thousand times." Dean said and I sigh. "No, I know, I mean, I'm just saying—" I started to say. "What are you saying? If you don't want to kill him, then what?" Dean asked me. "Talk to him?" I suggested.

"What?" Dean asked me, disbelieving. "Think about it, Dean. He's one of the most powerful creatures we've ever met. Maybe we can use him." I said. "For what?" Dean asked. "She has a point, Dean. The Trickster's like a Hugh Hefner type, right? Wine, women, song—maybe he doesn't want the party to end. Maybe he hates this angels and demons stuff as much as we do. Maybe he'll help us." Sam said and I nod. "Exactly." I said and Dean looks between us.

"You guys are serious." He said. "Yeah." Sam and I said, in unison. "Ally with the Trickster." Dean said. "Yeah." Sam and I said. "A bloody, violent monster, and you wanna be Facebook friends with him? Nice, guys." Dean said, sarcastically. "The world is gonna end, Dean. We don't have the luxury of a moral stand. Look, I'm just saying it's worth a shot. That's all. If it doesn't work, we'll kill him." Sam said and Dean sighs.

"How are we gonna find the guy, anyway?" Dean asked. "Well, he never takes just one victim, right? He'll show." I said

"Um, Dispatch? I, I got a possible 187 out here at the old paper mill on Route 6?" A voice said in the police scanner as Dean and I sharpen a couple of wooden stakes. "Hey." Sam said to us and we stop working and focus on the scanner. "Roger that. What are you looking at there, son?" Dispatch asked him. "Honestly, Walt, I, I wouldn't even know how to describe what I'm seeing. Just—send everybody." the guy said. "All right, stay calm, stay by your car. Help's on the way." Dispatch said and Sam turns off the scanner.

"That sounds weird." Dean points out. "Weird enough to be our guy." Sam said and we get up and go.

We pull up to the warehouse and get out of the Impala. Strangely, there was no one else in sight. "There was a murder here, and there's no police cars. There's nobody. How's that look to you boys?" I asked them. "Crappy." Sam said and Dean goes to the trunk and pulls out three stakes and three flashlights, handing each one to me and Sam.

Then he closes the trunk and we begin to enter the building, I take the lead. But there was nothing inside just a normal looking abandoned warehouse. "Well...this is disappointing." I said and I turn around, only to see that I was alone.

"Dean? Sam?" I called out as I look around, my heart beating against my chest. "Boys?" I called out again as I couldn't find them. "Guys, this isn't funny!" I yelled as I go to the front door and go outside and look around to also see the Impala gone. "What the hell?" I muttered, confused and fearfully, and I look around myself. "SAM!? DEAN!?" I call out in a panic.

*3rd Person POV*

Sam and Dean, both wearing white lab coats, walk out into a white hallway. They look around and at each other and themselves. "What the hell?" Dean asked. "Where's (y/n)?" He asked as a blonde doctor and an asian doctor made, Dr Wang, pass by them.

"Doctor." The blonde doctor greets Sam and Dean. "Doctor." Dr Wang greeted them. "Doctor?" Sam said, confused, while Dean opens the door they just entered through. It leads to a janitor's closet where a man and a woman are making out.

Dean closes the door, looking freaked, while a brunette doctor, who bears a remarkable resemblance to Dr Piccolo from Dr. Sexy, MD, turns away from the receptionist's desk and approaches Sam and Dean.

"Doctor." She said then she slaps Sam. "Ow!" Sam exclaimed in pain. "Seriously." the brunette growled. "What?" Sam asked her. "Seriously? You're brilliant, you know that? And a coward. You're a brilliant coward." The woman said, dramatically.

"Um. What are you talking about?" Sam asked and she slaps him again. "As if you don't know!" She shouts then she stalks off. "I don't believe this." Dean mutters as he stares at the brunette, in awe. "What?" Sam asked, annoyed. "That's Dr. Piccolo." Dean said.

"Who?" Sam asked. "Dr. Ellen Piccolo. The sexy yet earnest doctor at—" Dean starts to explain then he looks at the sign behind the receptionist's desk and gestures at it angrily, reading it aloud. "Seattle Mercy Hospital." he said.

"Dean. What the hell are you talking about?" Sam asked him. "The doctor getups. The, the sexy interns. The seriously's. It all makes sense." Dean said. "What makes sense? What's going on?" Sam asked, angrily. "We're in Dr. Sexy, MD." Dean states.

Minutes later, the brothers walk through the hospital corridors. "Dude, what the hell." Dean said. "I don't know." Sam said. "No, seriously, what the hell." Dean said, a bit panicked. "I don't know." Sam exclaims. "One theory. Any theory." Dean said. "Uh, the Trickster trapped us in TV Land." Sam said.

"That's your theory. That's stupid." Dean grumbles. "You're the one who said we're on Dr. Sexy, MD." Sam said. "Yeah, but TV land isn't TV Land. I mean, there's actors and, and lights and crew members, you know. This looks real." Dean said. "It can't be. Dean, how can this possibly be real?" Sam asked. "I don't know." Dean said, shrugging, as Dr Wang walks past.

"Doctors." She greets as she walks on. "There goes Dr. Wang. The sexy but arrogant heart surgeon." Dean said as he watches her go down the corridor and sees her pass a man sitting on a gurney. "And there's Johnny Drake. Oh, he's not even alive, he's a ghost in the mind of—" Dean said just as another brunette doctor enters, sitting next to Johnny. "Of her. The sexy yet neurotic doctor over there." Dean finished.

"So...this show has ghosts? Why?" Sam asked him. "I don't know. It is compelling." Dean said. "I thought you said you weren't a fan." Sam said, suspiciously. "I'm not. I'm not. It's (y/n) that's the fan." Dean said. "Speaking of (y/n), where is she? Why didn't the Trickster trapped her here with us?" Sam asked. "No idea. But she'd be freaking out if she saw this." Dean said then he sees something and just stares.

"Oh boy." Dean said.

"What?" Sam asked him.

"It's him." Dean said.

"Who?" Sam asked as Dr Palmer comes down the corridor. "It's him, it's Dr. Sexy." Dean said and Dr Palmer stops next to Sam and Dean then looks at Dean. "Doctor." he greets and Dean looks down, hiding his smile. "Doctor." he said then Dr Palmer addresses Sam. "Doctor." Dr Palmer said and Sam nods then Dean whacks him. "Doctor." Sam said, through gritted teeth.

Then Dr Palmer addresses Dean "You want to give me one good reason why you defied my direct order to do the experimental face transplant on Mrs. Biehl?" he asked and Dean's expression goes from awed through confused. He glances at Sam, then back. "One reason?" he asked and Dr Palmer nods. "Sure." Dean said then he looks down then noticed something.

Dr Palmer is wearing white tennis shoes. Dean slams him against the wall. "You're not Dr. Sexy." he growls. "You're crazy." Dr Palmer said. "Really? Because I swore part of what makes Dr. Sexy sexy is the fact that he wears cowboy boots. Not tennis shoes." Dean yelled and Sam scoffs a laugh. "Yeah. You're not a fan." he said, sarcastically. "It's a guilty pleasure." Dean yells at Sam.

"Call security." Palmer said to the others. "Yeah, go ahead, pal. See, we know who you are." Dean said as Dr Wang, the Blonde Doctor and a security guard are all approaching. But then they and the extras freeze-frame.

Dean glances around, only he, Sam and Dr Palmer are still moving. Dr Palmer grins and morphs into the Trickster. "You guys are getting better!" he laughs. "Get us the hell out of here." Dean growls. "Or what?" the Trickster asked before he grabs Dean’s arm and twists, hurting him. "Don't say you have wooden stakes, big guy." he said.

"That was you on the police scanner, right? This is a trick." Sam said. "Hello? Trickster. Come on! I heard you two yahoos and the girl were in town. How could I resist?" Trickster said. "Where the hell are we? And what have you done to (y/n)?" Dean asked him, angrily.

"Like it? It's all homemade. My own sets—" the Trickster said as he raps on the window in a nearby door, then indicates the frozen extras. "My own actors...call it my own little idiot box." he said, smirking. "As for your pretty little girlfriend, don't worry, she's fine and safe. I had my fun with her back in Mystery Spot. But now I want to have fun with you two." The Trickster said, mischievously.

"How do we get out?" Dean asked him. "That, my friend, is the sixty-four-dollar question." Trickster replied. "Whatever. We just, we need to talk to you. We need your help." Sam said. "Hm, let me guess. You three muttonheads broke the world, and you want me to sweep up your mess." the Trickster said. "Please. Just five minutes. Hear us out." Sam pleads. "Sure. Tell you what. Survive the next twenty-four hours, we'll talk." said the Trickster.

"Survive what?" Dean asked.

"The game!" the Trickster said, as if it was obvious.

"What game?" Dean asked.

"You're in it." said the Trickster.

"How do we play?" Dean asked.

"You're playing it." Trickster said.

"What are the rules?" Dean asked and the Trickster raises his eyebrows, grins, and vanishes in a burst of static. The extras unpause. "Oh, son of a bitch." Dean mutters, annoyed.

"Dr. Sexy? Dr. Sexy?" the blonde doctor calls out as she walks past. Sam and Dean continue down the corridor after her. "Paging Dr. Sexy. Report to the ER." the voice over the intercom said. "Oh, by the way. Talking with monsters? Hell of a plan." Dean said to Sam, sarcastically.

"Just, what do we do now?" Sam asked. "You know what I'm doing? Leaving." Dean said as Dr Piccolo appears and takes another swing at Sam, who ducks. "Lady, what the hell?" Sam asked, annoyed.

"You are a brilliant, brilliant—"

"Yeah. A coward. You already said that. But I got news for you. I am not a doctor." Sam said, interrupting her. "Don't say that. You are the finest cerebrovascular neurosurgeon I have ever met, and I have met plenty. So that girl died on your table. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anybody's fault. Sometimes people just die." Piccolo said as Sam furrows his brow. "I have no idea what you're saying to me." He said to her.

"You're afraid. You're afraid to operate again. And you're afraid to love." Piccolo said and she leaves, sobbing. "Yeah, we're getting out of here." Sam said and he and Dean go to leave until a voice calls out to them. "Hey. Doctor."

Dean stops and turns to a man walking to them. "Yeah." he said. "My wife needs that face transplant." the man said. "Okay. You know what, pal? None of this is real, and your wife doesn't need jack squat. Okay?" Dean said and he and Sam keep walking.

"Hey, Doctor." The man, Mr Biehl, shouts then he raises a gun and shoots Dean in the back. Dean stares after him, then goes to his knees. "Real—it's real—" Dean groans as Sma kneels down to him. "No no no, no no no no no—hey! We need a doctor!" Sam shouts as he looks around frantically.

Later, Dean was facedown on an operating table, staring through the headrest at several pairs of white tennis shoes. Dr Wang passes an operating instrument to another doctor.

Sam is dressed in operating scrubs, as is everyone else in the room, Piccolo watches through glass. Sam holds something absorbent against Dean's injury with a pair of tweezers. He hands the tweezers to another doctor and presses an already bloodstained cloth to the injury.

"BP is eighty over fifty and dropping." the blonde doctor said. "Doctor." Dr Wang said as she holds out a scalpel but Sam doesn't take it. "What?" Sam asked as the two doctors exchange glances.

"Sam. Do something. Come on." Dean growls and Sam leans over and speaks in an undertone. "I don't know how to use any of this crap." he said. "Figure it out." Dean said and Sam grins awkwardly at the other doctors but doesn't do anything. "Sam. Come on. I'm waiting." Dean said, impatiently.

"Okay. Um. I need a penknife, some dental floss, a sewing needle, and a fifth of whiskey." Sam said and the other doctors look at him and each other. "Stat!" Sam shouts and they start moving.

Sam, eventually, got to work on the wound, after he was giving the things he needed, as he uses all of the things he uses. Then he snips off the extra floss from Dean's stitches. "We okay? How's it looking?" Dean asked him. "Yep. You'll be fine." Sam assures him.

Sam looks up and catches sight of Piccolo, who mouths I love you and sighs, smiling.

The shoes leave Dean's field of vision. The lighting and texture shift, and the light starts to flash in time with clapping and shouts and screams. The floor has become two doors, which slide apart.

Behind the doors is blue-lit smoke and a Japanese man comes out of the doors and forward between two Japanese women and Dean and Sam, both of whom are wearing more usual outfits. The Japanese man says something in Japanese then shouts. "Let's play Nutcracker!" The crowd cheers and applauds.

Dean looks around: he is standing in shoes glued to a platform that has a slot for a pole with a large ball at the end. Sam is similarly situated. To one side is an LED screen that says "20".

The hosr says something in Japanese and pulls cards out of his jacket. Silence falls. "Sam Winchester." he said and he continues to talk in Japanese.

What was the name of the demon you chose over your own brother and best friend?

"Countdown." he said in English while Sam looks at him, confused. "What?" he asked as the screen begins to tick down the seconds. "Uh, what am I supposed to say?" Sam asked Dean. "You think I know?" Dean exclaimed then Sam addresses the host.

"Uh, I, I don't, I don't understand Japanese." Sam said and the host repeats the question in Japanese.

What was the name of the demon you chose over your own brother and best friend?

"Is he screwing with me? I, I, I can't speak Japanese." Sam yells then the screen hits "0" and a buzz sounds out. The host said in Japanese.

The answer is...

"Ruby!" The host said in English while the crowd repeats the answer then he turns to Sam. "I'm sorry, Sam Winchester." he said. "Sorry? Sir? For what?" Sam asked and the host mimes hiding laughter. "Dean?" Sam asked, panicked, just as the pole on Sam's platform comes up so that the ball whacks Sam in the crotch. Dean is horrified as the crowd cheers. "Nutcracker!" the host shouts as the scene of Sam getting hit in the crotch replays from several angles. The Japanese caption flashes.

"Nutcracker!" The host shouts again.

"Sam?" Dean asked his younger brother, who makes an inarticulate noise. One of the Japanese women says something in Japanese. The host goes over to her and she shows off a bag of chips.

Have we discussed these nutritious Shrimp Chips? Lots of nutrition, tastes great...and the more one eats, the slimmer they get, just like you. Please buy them.

"You okay?" Dean asked Sam, who just looks at him. Dean looks at Sam's platform, then at his own, and cringes. The light on the doors starts flashing again. "Oh now what?" Dean asked, exasperated.

The doors open to reveal (y/n), the crowd cheers. "There you are!" (Y/n) said, relieved, as she looks between the boys. "(Y/n)?" Dean said. "Is this another trick?" Sam asked and she shakes her head. "It's me. Uh, what are you doing here?" she asked as she looks around the game show set.

"Us? What are you doing here?" Dean asked her. "Looking for you two, duh. You've been missing for days. I got Cas to help me." (Y/n) said. "So get us the hell out of here, then!" Sam shouts and (y/n) nods. "Let's go. And I'll call Cas." She said and she raises her arms to reach out for the boys hands but then she vanishes in a burst of static.

"(Y/n)?" Dean asked, worried, as Sam's eyes widen. Then the host comes back to center stage. "No, no, no, no. Mr. Trickster does not like pretty-human girl." The host said then he pulls out another card and speaks in Japanese. "You son of a bitch, you better have not hurt her!" Dean shouts, angrily, to the sky, hoping the Trickster had heard him.

"Dean Winchester." he said then he speaks in Japanese.

Would your Mother and Father still be alive...if your brother was never born?

"Countdown." He said in English and the screen begins to tick down the seconds from "20". "What do I do, what do I do?" Dean asked, panicked. "What?" Sam said. "I don't wanna get hit in the nuts." Dean said, quickly. "I don't know, I, I, uh, just, uh—wait." Sam said. "What?" Dean asked. "I played a doctor." Sam said.

"What?" Dean asked, confused. "In, uh, in Dr. Sexy I played a doctor. I operated." Sam said. "So?" Dean said. "So I played the role the Trickster wanted me to play. Maybe we should just go along with it." Sam said. "Go along with what?" Dean asked. "With the game! You know, we're on a game show, right? So just answer the question!" Sam shouts.

"In Japanese?" Dean asked. "Yeah!" Sam said. "I don't know Japanese!" Dean shouts. "Try!" Sam yells. "Dammit!" Dean growls and he hits the button and the countdown freezes just before the buzz.

Dean says something in Japanese.

The answer is...yes?

The host repeats the last few syllables and so does Dean. The host shouts something in Japanese and Dean braces himself. "Dean Winchester, Nutcracker champion!" the host yells in English and the crowd cheers.

"How did you do that?" Sam asked Dean. "I have no idea." Dean said, shrugging. "So that's it. We play our roles, we survive." Sam said. "Yeah, but play our roles for how long?" Dean asked. "Good question." Sam said and Dean forces a grin and waves.

A woman does a yoga pose then said. "I've got genital herpes."

An old man sits on a couch. "I've got genital herpes." he said.

Four men are playing basketball, one makes a basket. This one turns around; it's Sam, looking very uncomfortable. "Seriously?" Sam asked, exasperated. "Hey, you're the one who said play our roles." Dean said as he walks up to Sam. "Yeah. Right." Sam grumbles and Dean claps him on the shoulder and goes back to the game.

"I've got genital herpes." Sam said.

The woman sits in another yoga pose. "I try to be responsible." she said.

The old man looks over at another woman. "Did I try." he said.

"But now I take twice-daily Herpexia to reduce my chances of passing it on." Sam said, still looking uncomfortable.

"Ask your doctor about using Herpexia." the yoga woman said and she does other yoga poses while the old man slow-dances with his wife.

Patients should always consult with a physician before using Herpexia. Possible side effects include headache, diarrhea, permanent erectile dysfunction, thoughts of suicide, and nausea.

"I am doing all I can to slightly lessen the spread of—of genital herpes. And that's a good thing." Sam said, uncomfortable, then he goes back to the game, feeling relieved to not go through that again. The Herpexia logo appears.

Dean puts some things in a refrigerator, closes the fridge, and turns around. Applause sounds out as Dean looks at a sandwich on the table, about a foot tall, a laptop next to the sandwich. "I'm gonna need a bigger mouth." Dean said as a laugh track starts. Then Sam enters the room and there was another Applause.

"Hey there, Sam. What's happening?" Dean asked him. "Oh, nothing. Um. Just the end of the world." Sam said and the laugh track comes on. Sam sees the sandwich. "You're gonna need a bigger mouth." he said and the laugh track kicks on again.

"Hey, uh, have you done your research yet?" Sam asked Dean and Dean gets a busted expression, making the laugh track come on. "Oh, yeah. All kinds of research. All night." Dean said. "Yeah? Hm." Sam said, not believing, when porno music comes through the laptop.

"Oh, yes! Yes! Harder, baby, harder!" A woman said as the music continues, a mixture of laughs and oooh's sounds out. Sam looks at the laptop then at Dean before folding his arms. "Dean..." Sam said, disapproving, and another laugh track. "Son of a bitch!" Dean exclaims, in a exaggerated disappointed voice, and the laugh track comes on again.

Sam shuts the laptop and shakes his head. "How long do we have to keep doing this?" Dean asked Sam, speaking through his forced smile. "I don't know." Sam said as applause happens. "Maybe forever? We might die in here." Sam said as the laugh track comes on again.

"How was that funny? Vultures." Dean said, annoyed, as the laugh track continues. The door opens and it's Castiel and (y/n), who has minor injuries. "(Y/n)! Cas!" Dean said as there was applause. "You okay, sweetheart?" Dean asked (y/n), who nods.

"We don't have much time." Castiel said. "What happened?" Sam asked, gesturing to the injuries (y/n) had. "Cas helped me get out." (Y/n) said. "From where?" Dean asked her but before she could reply Cas speaks over. "Listen to me. Something is not right. This thing is much more powerful than it should be." Castiel said.

"What thing—the Trickster?" Dean asked. "If it is a trickster." Castiel said. "What do you mean?" Sam asked but then Cas and (y/n) are flung backwards into the wall, they're face hidden.

The Trickster appears at the door. "Hello!" he greets to applause and cheers. Castiel and (y/n) get up; their mouths had been duct-taped shut. "Thank you. Thank you, ladies." The Trickster said while Cas and (y/n) glares at him. "Hi, Castiel! (y/n)!" Trickster greets and he gestures at the duo, then Cas and (y/n) vanish in a burst of static.

"You know him?" Sam asked The Trickster. "Where did you just send them?" Dean asked, angrily. "Relax, they'll live. ...Maybe." the Trickster said and the laugh track comes on. "All right, you know what? I am done with the monkey dance, okay? We get it." Dean yells. "Yeah? Get what, hotshot?" the Trickster asked him. "Playing our roles, right? That's your game?" Dean said. "That's half the game." the Trickster scoffs.

"What's the other half?" Sam asked. "Play your roles out there." the Trickster said, as he gestures ahead. "What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked. "Oh, you know. Sam starring as Lucifer. Dean starring as Michael. Your celebrity death match. Play your roles." The Trickster replied.

"You want us to say yes to those sons of bitches?" Sam asked, shocked. "Hells yeah. Let's light this candle!" the Trickster exclaims, excitedly. "We do that, the world will end." Sam points out. "Yeah? And whose fault is that? Who popped Lucifer out of the box? Hm? Look, it's started. You started it. It can't be stopped. So let's get it over with!" the Trickster said as Sam glares.

"Heaven or hell, which side you on?" Dean asked the Trickster. "I'm not on either side." he replied. "Yeah, right. You're grabbing ankle for Michael or Lucifer. Which one is it?" Dean asked and the Trickster starts to get angry. "You listen to me, you arrogant dick. I don't work for either of those S.O.B.s. Believe me." he growls and Dean scoffs out q laugh. "Oh, you're somebody's bitch." he said and the Trickster's smile vanishes. He grabs Dean by the collar and slams him into the wall.

"Don't you ever, ever presume to know what I am. Now listen very closely. Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna suck it up, accept your responsibilities, and play the roles that destiny has chosen for you." Trickster said. "And if we don't?" Sam asked and Trickster grins. "Then you'll stay here in TV Land. Forever. Three hundred channels and, uh, nothing's on." The Trickster said then he snaps his fingers.

A man lies on the ground with a stomach wound, crime-scene markers surround him and cameras flash. Dean and Sam are standing outside the crime-scene tape, watching the various extras work. They turn around; they're wearing suits with matching blue shirts and sunglasses.

"Oh, come on." Dean growls, annoyed, as an officer ducks under the crime scene tape. "So, what do you think?" the officer asked Dean. "What do I think? I think go screw yourself, that's what I think." Dean yells, angrily, and Sam gives him a look of concern.

"Uh, could you give us a sec, please? Thanks." Sam said to the officer, who nods and turns away. "You gotta calm down." Sam said to Dean after he turns to him. "Calm down? I am wearing sunglasses at night." Dean yells as he yanks them off. "You know who does that? No-talent douchebags." Dean said and Sam nods in agreement.

"I hate this game. I hate that we're in a procedural cop show and you wanna know why? Because I hate procedural cop shows. There's like three hundred of them on television and they're all the freaking same. It's ooh, plane crashed here—oh shut up." Dean rants as Sam notices something at the crime scene and takes off his sunglasses.

"Hey." Sam said. "What?" Dean roars. "Check out sweet tooth over there." Sam said as he points to an officer sucking on a lollipop. "Think that's him?" Dean asked Sam. "Just, um, follow my lead." Sam said and he goes over to the body and Dean follows.

They both put on their sunglasses as the crime-scene tape is raised to let them under. "You, uh, you okay?" the officer asked Dean. "Yeah. What do we got?" Dean asked and the officer kneels next to the body. "Well, aside from the ligature marks around his neck, he has what appears to be a roll of quarters jammed down his throat." the officer explains as Dean takes off his sunglasses, gets out a flashlight, and takes a closer look. Sam also takes off his sunglasses.

"Well I say, jackpot." Sam said, putting his sunglasses back on, while the Officer looks up at him, snorting in amusement. "Also, there is a stab wound to the lower abdomen." The officer said as he indicates the bloodstain with his lollipop. Dean grabs a stick and pokes at the hole in the shirt with it, getting blood on the stick, then puts his sunglasses back on.

"Well I say, no guts, no glory." Dean said and the officer laughs. "Get that guy a Tums." Sam said. "Gutter ball." said Dean as the officer keeps laughing. "Good one, guys." he said as Dean comes around behind him with the stick. The officef turns toward Dean, who stabs him with it.

The officef collapses, struggling to breathe. None of the extras notice or care except another officer, who starts laughing and morphs into the Trickster. "You've got the wrong guy, idiots." the Trickster taunts. "Did we?" Dean asked and Sam stakes the Trickster from behind. He falls over in a burst of static. Dean and Sam are back in the clothes they were wearing when they entered the warehouse, the Trickster laying down with the stake through his chest.

Dean, in a bathroom of a room, finishes brushing his teeth and spits. "I'm worried, man. What that SOB did to Cas and (y/n). You know, where they are?" Dean asked but there was no response. "Sam?" Dean asked but the room is empty.

"Where are you?" Dean asked and he walks outside and towards the Impala. He pulls his phone out and up to his ear. "It's Sam. Leave me a message." Sam's voice-mail said and Dean gets in the car. "Sam. It's me. Where the hell did you go?" Dean asked and he snaps the phone shut.

"Dean?" Sam asked, which his voice sounds a bit odd. Dean looks around but doesn't see Sam. "Sam? Where are you?" Dean asked. "I don't know." Sam said then Dean notices a red light on the dashboard, it flashes in time with Sam's words. "Oh crap. I don't think we killed the Trickster." Sam said.

The Impala has acquired red flashing lights under the front grille as well, the Knight Rider theme plays. Dean drives. "Okay, stake didn't work. So, what, this is another trick?" Dean asked. "I don't know. Maybe the stake didn't work because it's not a trickster?" Sam suggested.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked then there was a noise next to him. He looks over and sees Ariel next to him. "Ariel?! What the hell?" Dean said, confused. "I'm glad I found you. Where's Sam?" Ariel asked. "Here." Sam's voice said and Ariel looks around. "I'm the car." Sam said and Ariel looks at the dashboard.

"Oh, goodness." She said. "What are you doing here?" Dean asked. "I hadn't heard from Castiel and (y/n) in hours. They told me they were trying to save you two but I got worried when I didn't hear from them." Ariel replied. "Well, this Trickster, or whatever he is, banished them somewhere, I don't know..." Dean said.

"Cas said this thing was too powerful to be a trickster." Sam said. "And the way he looked at Cas, it was almost like he knew him." Dean said as Ariel looks at Dean then gets a thoughtful look. "And how pissed he got when you brought up Michael and Lucifer." Sam said and Ariel sighs.

"You two are not going up against a Trickster." She said. "What?" the boy said. "I know what you two are dealing with. Or more precise, who you're dealing with." Ariel said as they continue down the road. “You mind enlightening us?” Dean asked and Ariel looks sad for a moment. “My brother, Gabriel.” She said. “The archangel?” Sam asked. “Yes.” Ariel replied.

“How many of you are there?” Dean asked. “Only five. Myself, Gabriel, Micheal, Lucifer, and Raphael.” Ariel said. “Well, that explains why he’s been such a pain in the ass this whole time. No offense.” Dean said and Ariel giggles. “Gabriel always liked his tricks.” She said with a little smile as she reminisce.

“What is he doing on earth? I thought all the angels were in heaven until Cas rescued Dean from hell.” Sam said. “Everyone but Gabriel, he left heaven thousands of years ago. Before Michael locked Lucifer in the cage.” Ariel explained.

“What happened?” Sam asked and Ariel opens her mouth to explain but is interrupted by Dean. “I’m sure it’s a fascinating story but we don’t have time for it right now. (Y/n) and Cas could be in trouble.” He said.

“He’s right, it won’t take long for Gabriel to discover I’m here. It’ll ruin the plan.” Ariel said. “You got something in mind?” Dean asked and Ariel smirks. “Gabriel’s not the only one with a trick up his sleeve.” She said and winks, mimicking (y/n).

Later, at a wilderness area, Dean rummages in the trunk of the car. "Dean?" Sam said. "What?" Dean asked. "That, uh, feels really uncomfortable." Sam said and Dean shuts the trunk. "Ow." Sam said and Dean rolls his eyes.

"You sure this is gonna work?" Sam asked. "Well, Ariel said this will work, so I trust her. Plus I have no other ideas." Dean said then he goes to the front of the car and shouts at the sky.

"All right, you son of a bitch! Uncle! We'll do it!" Dean shouts but nothing. "Should I honk?" Sam asked but then Trickster appears from nowhere. "Wow. Sam. Get a load of the rims on you." he said as he looks at Sam. "Eat me." Sam growls.

"Okay, boys. Ready to go quietly?" Trickster asked. "Whoa whoa whoa, not so fast. Nobody's going anywhere until Sam has opposable thumbs." Dean said. "What's the difference? Satan's going to ride his ass one way or another." the Trickster said and Dean looks at him. The Trickster rolls his eyes and snaps his fingers. The KITT lights on the car go out and Sam gets out of the car.

"Happy?" Trickster asked Dean. "Tell me one thing. Why didn't the stake kill you?" Dean asked, feigning ignorance. "I am the Trickster." the Trickster said, proudly. "Or maybe you're not." Dean said and Sam holds up a flaming cigarette lighter and tosses it down. A ring of fire springs up around the Trickster.

"We know you're an angel." Dean said and the Trickster looks incredulous, then laughs. "A what? Somebody slip a mickey in your power shake, kid?" The Trickster asked him. "I'll tell you what. You just jump out of the holy fire and we'll call it our mistake." Dean said and the Trickster laughs then he stops, realizing he is caught.

He claps and the world turns normal. "Well played, boys. Well played. Where'd you get the holy oil?" He asked them. "Well, you might say we pulled it out of Sam's ass." Dean said.

"Where'd I screw up?" The Trickster, or Gabriel, asked. "You didn't. Nobody gets the jump on Cas like you did." Sam said. "Partly it was the way you talked about Armageddon. And we had a bit of help." Dean said. "Meaning?" Gabriel asked then Ariel appears between Sam and Dean.

"Hello, brother." Ariel said as Gabriel stares at her, surprised. "Ariel? Thought you were dead?" He asked and she gives a smirk. "My disappearance was extremely exaggerated." Ariel said and she folds her arms.

"So, how does an archangel become a trickster?" Dean asked him. "My own private witness protection. I skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world. Till you two and your girlfriend screwed it all up." Gabriel replied. "What did Daddy say when you ran off and joined the pagans?" Dean asked him. "Daddy doesn't say anything about anything." Gabriel said.

"Then what happened? Why'd you ditch?" Sam asked. "Do you blame him? I mean, his brothers are heavyweight douchenozzles." Dean said. "Shut your cakehole. You don't know anything about my family." Gabriel growls at Dean. "Gabriel." Ariel said to him, firmly, and he turns to her.

"You're gonna let him talk about our family like that, Ariel?" Gabriel asked her, angrily. "I don't really like it either but...he's not far from the truth." Ariel said. "I mean. I do love Dad and our brothers too, Gabe, but when they start to turn on each other, tear each other's throats? It's pretty messed up." Ariel said. "Which is why I couldn't bear it. So I left. And now it's happening all over again." Gabriel exclaims.

"Then help us stop it." Sam said. "It can't be stopped." Gabriel said and he turns to Ariel. "You, of all people, know that!" He shouts to her. "I believe there is a way to stop this! If we just work together, Gabriel, we can finally put an end to this." Ariel said and Gabriel laughs, humorously. "I'm tired of sitting by and watching this happen all over again. I putting my foot down!" Ariel said. "You are fiercely optimistic, Ariel. One of the things I missed about you. But you know there is no way of stopping Michael and Lucifer, thanks to these two and the girl!" Gabriel said. "Heaven, hell, I don't care who wins, I just want it to be over."

"It doesn't have to be like that. There has to be some way to, to pull the plug." Sam said and Gabriel laughs again. "Ariel mustn't have told you about our family. What you guys call the apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner. That's why there's no stopping this, because this isn't about a war. It's about two brothers that loved each other and betrayed each other. You'd think you'd be able to relate." Gabriel said.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked. "You sorry sons of bitches. Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it. Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father, and Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy's plan. You were born to this, boys. It's your destiny! It was always you! As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth. One brother has to kill the other." Gabriel said.

"What the hell are you saying?" Dean asked. "Why do you think I've always taken such an interest in you? Because from the moment Dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with you. Always." Gabriel said and there was a long pause.

Sam and Dean look down, then at Ariel then at each other. "No. That's not gonna happen." Dean said. "I'm sorry. But it is." Gabriel said before sighing. "Guys. I wish this were a TV show. Easy answers, endings wrapped up in a bow...but this is real, and it's gonna end bloody for all of us. That's just how it's gotta be." Gabriel said and Ariel shakes her head. "No, not anymore. This time, I'm gonna change it. I'm gonna help these boys and (y/n) and do whatever it takes to stop this crap from happening again." Ariel said, fiercely, and Gabriel stares at her for a few moments before a smirk plays on his lips. "All I can say, sis, is...good luck." He said.

"So...Now what? We stare at each other for the rest of eternity?" Gabriel asked. "Well, first of all, you're gonna bring (y/n) and Cas back from wherever you stashed them." Dean demanded. "Oh am I." Gabriel said, questioning. "Yeah. Or we're going to dunk you in some holy oil and deep-fry ourselves an archangel." Dean threatened and Gabriel snaps his fingers, Castiel and (y/n) appear.

"Cas, (Y/n), you two okay?" Dean asked as he gors over to them. "I'm fine." Castiel said and Dean goes to (y/n) and cups her face in his hands. "I'm fine, Dean. I'm okay." She assures and Dean embraces her as Castiel turns to Gabriel.

"Hello, Gabriel." he said. "Hey, bro. How's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess. Awful." Gabriel sneers and Castiel glares at him. "Okay, we're out of here. Come on, guys." Dean said as he pulls out of his and (y/n)'s embrace, takes her hand, turns and walks away.

"Uh. Okay. Guys?" Gabriel calls out as Sam, Castiel and Ariel follow Dean and (y/n). "So, so what? Huh? You're just gonna, you're gonna leave me here forever?" Gabriel asked and Dean stops at the door and turns back. "No. We're not, 'cause we don't screw with people the way you do. And for the record? This isn't about some prize fight between your brothers or some destiny that can't be stopped. This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family. You probably should take some notes from your sister here." Dean said as he nods towards Ariel.

Then he pulls the fire alarm and Gabriel looks up as the sprinklers go off. "Don't say I never did anything for you." Dean said and Gabriel glares at him then at Ariel. The four of them leave as the Holy fire extinguishes.

Dean, (y/n) and Sam go up to the Impala while Ariel turns to Castiel, checking on him. "You okay, Cas?" She asked him, worried and concerned. "I'm fine, Ariel." Castiel said.

"All that stuff he was spouting in there, you think it was the truth?" Dean asked Sam. "I think he believes it." Sam said. "So what do we do?" Dean asked and Sam shrugs. "I don't know." he said. "I'm sure we'll figure something out." (Y/n) said and the boys nod.

"Well, I'll tell you one thing. Right about now, I wish I was back in a TV show." Dean said. "Yeah, me too." Sam said. "Okay, you two are gonna have to tell me what you guys did in TV Land." (Y/n) said. "Oh, do we have a tale to tell you." Dean said as they get into the car.

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changingplumbob · 21 days

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York Household: Chapter 9, Part 7

Deanna expresses her feelings while Joey tries to be supportive. Kelly does not try to be supportive.

The Yorks are Italian so if you see them using words that don't look like English it's Italian, or what google assures me is Italian. Caro/Cara: Dear Buongiorno: Good morning Piccolo: Little one Tesoro: Treasure Nonno: Grandfather Nonna: Grandmother Si: Yes Grazie: Thank you Per Favore: Please Buon Compleanno: Happy Birthday

Deanna moves inside forlornly, hardly looking where she’s going. She feels sadness and anger swirling inside her.

Joey: Come here sis

Deanna: Joey?

Joey: Pa thought I should stay. He’s gone to buy cheese

Deanna goes and throws her arms around her big brother, hugging him close. Thank the watcher for her family. The tears in her eyes flow freely now and she couldn't say how long she stood there sobbing into Joey's jacket. Eventually she manages to slow down the sobs to speak.

Deanna: I just got dumped *sadly* I didn’t see it coming

Joey: Come and sit, we can talk

Deanna: No. I need to block that… I need to block my ex. She’s left, she doesn’t get the luxury of seeing my life anymore

Joey: I mean… straight to block? I thought you loved her

Deanna: I do! I mean I did *sighs* it’s complicated Joey

Joey: Thank the watcher I don’t get romantic feelings

Deanna: I’m sorry, if that's you trying to be helpful I'd rather face it alone

Joey: I just wonder, if you loved her, why aren’t you fighting for her

Deanna: She thinks I loved what she was more than who she was

Joey: What does that mean

Deanna: Nevermind. She was wrong

After Kelly has stayed on the second floor patio long enough to see Paris fade into the distance he goes to join his siblings in waiting for dinner.

Kelly: Woah you look terrible

Deanna: Shut up goblin, I’m not in the mood

Kelly: I thought saying you’ve looked better was a compliment for all those other times you didn’t look like this

Deanna: It isn’t and you know that

Kelly: Hey Joey, are you coming to my birthday party tomorrow

Joey: Am I invited

Kelly: You’re my brother, of course you’re invited. I’m evil but family get a special pass

Deanna: You literally insult me daily

Kelly: Do I? Or do I prepare you for the harshness of the world

Deanna: Look, I just got dumped, I’m not in the mood for your mind games

Kelly: Good riddance. She was clearly a peasant

Deanna: Look, you may be too young to understand-

Kelly: I’m 13 tomorrow

Deanna: Whatever. Point is if you love someone it’s hard to lose them

Kelly: But… she… was… a PEASANT. Sooner you accept that the happier you’ll be

Joey: That kind of made sense

Deanna: *scoffs* Don’t encourage him Joey

The oven needed a quick scrub but Aaron manages to cook some excellent level Mac and Cheese.

Kelly: YES! De you should get dumped more so we get greasy food

Deanna: *sighs* Pass me a plate then troll

Joey: Home is where the good pasta is. Grazie pa

Aaron: You’re welcome

Deanna: Grazie pa *sadly moves food about*

Aaron: You’re welcome *long silence* Kelly?

Kelly: Si pa?

Aaron: Do you have something to say

Kelly: Si... Wombats poop squares

Aaron: Do they now

Kelly: Si

*phone noise*

Aaron: Joey, it’s still no phones at the table

Joey: But I’m running some tests on my mini game. It’s like blicblock, but forget everything you know about blicblock

Aaron: Do you think the main game will be ready for release soon

Joey: I hope so but I’m trying to grind at work so I’ve only got pockets of time. Plus Alfred and Rilian like to show me their toys. I want it polished before I release it, start strong

Before everyone is finished eating Calista gets home from her shift.

Calista: I do love mac and cheese

Deanna: Mama… Paris left

Calista: I’m so sorry cara (Aaron has already text her a heads up of the situation so she’s not caught off guard)

Deanna: And she accused me of not loving her. Can you believe that?

Calista: So she said “it’s not me it’s you”

Deanna: Not exactly. She kept going on about wanting to find herself and needing to go out into the world. I offered to keep in touch but… she didn’t want that. She didn’t want me

Kelly: She was a peasant *leaves table without being excused* I vote for the watcher to delete her

Deanna: *sadly* What am I meant to do now

Joey: Whatever you feel like. Have a day of mourning if you want. Eat ice cream and drink nectar and watch films until you cry. Then tomorrow, after a good night’s sleep, you dust yourself off and carry on. You understand robotics De, don’t let this mess up your study because I think you could be a pioneer one day

Deanna: You really think that?

Joey: Of course I do. And you have to listen to me, because I’m a genius

Deanna tucks into the last of her food with the most energy she’s had all meal while Calista mouths grazie to Joey.

When the table is free Kelly grabs out his trusty diary. There’s the normal entry start, who’s on his hitlist today and why. Then comes a more thoughtful paragraph wondering about teen life. Will it be what he expects? Will he be what he expects? Will people treat him differently? Can he still keep the evil mantle with more personality? At least Mantis is immortal and can never leave.

Deanna is lounging in her cottage with the comedy channel on but she's paying it no attention. She's scrolling through photos on her phone when a familiar sim bursts through her door.

Devin: De! Joey told me what happened! Come here

The two kiss on the cheek and hug. Even though Devin has already heard the story she lets Deanna tell it again to get it off her chest.

Devin: Oh my! Clearly we need to make some changes

Deanna: What do you mean

Devin: *gently* Cara you are not going to heal with photos of the two of you in your face

Deanna: But *sniffles* she’s in most of my friend photos

Devin: Come to your room, I’ll work my style magic on your walls

Devin: There. Now she’s not in your room. The friend photos with her are not where you’ll be trying to sleep

Deanna: Thanks Devin

Devin: Of course. Now sleep, tomorrow after classes we’re going shopping

Deanna: But I hate shopping

Devin: I know but I used my status as favourite to convince the watcher she needs to change your skintone to fit the rest of us, may as well get a style over. Nothing says I’m newly single like changing your hair

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dbfandom · 1 year

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Alright, characters and emojis.

As you know, the Japanese fandom really likes to use symbols to talk about characters, it's a way to code the language without showing up in search functions. These are usually used for shipping, but not always.

Some characters are more obvious than others, but for those who may seem a little far reached, I will write a small explanation.

Some are established fanon-accepted, but they're not really strongly claimed, so some artists will use the same emoji for different characters. (And as always if you like what I’m trying to do, consider buying me a drink or a doujin with ko-fi) (twitter version btw)

So here's my list for Dragon Ball (🐉) :p

Saiyans and half-saiyans:

Goku: 🥕 (Kakarot -> carrot) or 5️⃣9️⃣

Vegeta: 🥗

Broly: 🥦

Raditz: 🦔 (the hedgehog hair lol)

Turles: 🥬(Tullece -> lettuce) or 🍎 (because of the fruit obviously)

King Vegeta: 👑 or 🔱 (they aren’t super common)

Bardock and his squad: no established emoji that I've noticed, but 🍅 should be for Toma (Tora in English). 🌿 should be for Fasha (Selipa in Japanese, which are the syllables for parsley (pa-se-ri). I’ve seen someone use 🦀 or 🩸 (the headband) for Bardock.

Gine: 🧅 I’ve seen this one once!

Cumber: 🥒

Caulifla: I haven’t seen an established one that, but 🔥 works for her hair.

Kale: 🥬

Cabba: 🥬 yes Cabba (cabbage) and Kale (.. kale lol) share the same emoji. Context!

Gohan: 🍚 ("fried rice" as lunch; the term rice is used as a way to talk about the entire meal, even if it does not contain rice); for Future Gohan, you'll find it with the kanji 未 mi, from mirai (future). 5️⃣8️⃣ sometimes too. Add in 🐺 for the beast version!

Goten: 🍤(TENpura) sometimes 5️⃣🔟. Tenpura (tempura) is a type of fried food, and it's used for Goten because (go)ten(pura) (he's nicknamed "ten" by Trunks).

Trunks: 🐯(tora(nkusu); Tora means tiger); for Future Trunks, you'll find it with the kanji 未 mi, from mirai (future).

Bra: 👙 usually. Sometimes 👸

Pan: 🍞 (bread, obviously)

Earthlings:

Chichi: 🥛🍼(her name means milk; both are used)

Ox King: 🐂 (only seen it once, but that’s because I don’t see many drawings of him lol)

Bulma: 🩲(bloomers) but she sometimes gets 💙

Yamcha: 🐺 (wolf techniques)

Krillin: 🌰 (kuririn -> chestnut). Marron sometimes gets the same emoji

Videl: 😈 (Videl -> Devil)

Mr Satan: 🥇or 🏆. He’s the world champion!

Tenshinhan: 👁️

Chaozu: 👲(not super common but I did see it twice)

Launch: 🔫 but I’ve also seen 🎭

Roshi: 🐢

Farmer with a power level of 5: 🌽

Uub: I did see 🌴 used ONE TIME..

Maron: 🩱 I’ve seen it once.

Androids/Artificial humans:

Android 16: 1️⃣6️⃣ or 🤖

Android 17: 1️⃣7️⃣ or 🤖

Android 18: 1️⃣8️⃣ or 🤖

Cell: 🦗 grasshopper or cicada due to his first form. 🆑 and 🧬 have also been used.

Android 21: 🧁

Gammas: 1️⃣ / 2️⃣ or 🍓 (ichigo which is also number 1) and occasionally Γ or γ sometimes (not emojis but still lol)

Aliens:

Piccolo: 🅿️ or 🍏 (he gives apples to Gohan early on). ピ is also super common (it’s the first katakana of his name), but it’s not an emoji. 🍊 for orange piccolo obviously.

Nail: 🐌

Dende: 🫑 or 🌱 (seen it once..)

Frieza: ❄️ I’ve seen this one a couple of times. 🧊 and 🥶 are sometimes used too, for him, King Cold or Cooler.

Tapion: 🗡️

Gods and Kais:

Zamasu:🍵 (the tea he drinks)

Goku Black: 🌹 (a rose by any other name..)

Chronoa: 🕛 or any alternative like⌛️

Shin: 😏 I’ve seen this one used twice, but nothing definitive.

Fusions:

Gotenks: 👻 has happened a couple of times; (Ry has told me 🍩 is also used)

Gogeta: 🥐 (because of the jacket)

Vegito: 🍬 (because he's the strongest candy in the world in the Buu Saga).

Merged Zamasu: 🌀or ❇️

Kefla: 💥 (seen it a few times but not definite either)

Others:

Buu: 🍫

Janemba: 👺 (not super common)

Beerus: 🍺

Whis: 🥃 (😇 has also been used it seems)

Champa: 🍾 or 🥂

Special thanks to Whirly for nudging me to compile further and to Popo and the twitter folks for using those emojis religiously haha

#japanese to english #dragon ball #dragon ball Z #dragon ball super #emojis and emoticons #fandom help #fandom #db fandom #please RB and share <3

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trashmouth-padfoot · 1 year

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Mauraders but make it a high school band.

McGonagall is the band director, she has to be. She played saxophone in her high school years and learned the clarinet, trumpet, and piano during her uni years.

Sirius is a trumpet, his mum and dad make him take private lessons (“If you’re going to do something as embarrassing as playing in the damn band, then you’re going to be the best fucking one there.”) so he’s like a god send at it. He fucks around and plays the euphonium and mellophone, but trumpet is his home base. Definitely the main soloist. He also does solos during marching season (competing w James) and never understands how his mic works. He can’t find the on button or the clip never stays on his bell, it’s all around bad. (Remus had to help him once. Remus has never used a solo mic for himself in his marching career)

James is also a trumpet, and also takes private lessons, but by his own accord and want to do so (Monty and Effie go to every band event James has, best band parents ever). Him and Sirius are always fucking around and doing dumb shit during band. He’s always making some extremely inappropriate joke and Sirius always claps back instantly (“Hey, can you do me?” “Oh?? When and where?” *smirk* *zips Sirius’ marching jacket*) He’s the only one that can work a solo mic. Whenever he messes up, he verbalizes some random ass noise before starting again. It pisses Minnie off. Sirius cackles at it every time.

Peter is a piccolo (started on flute) , people get on his ass and make fun of him about it but he’s a damn good piccolo player, he always has the piccolo / flute solos. He’s still mates with James n them and is the very definition of an instigator like yes, yes, play Scatman in the middle of class, go on you two, piss off McGonagall, it’s hilarious. In marching band, he’s always a soloist, and his mic never works (Sirius and James turn it off whenever they have water breaks to fuck with him. Peter doesn’t realize until Minnie yells at him)

Remus is a percussionist, a drummer at Heart. He fucks around with traditional grip sometimes and he’s the best damn one they have. He’s a god at drums, and isn’t as great at mallets but he’s still damn good. He always agrees to learn some dumb meme song to satiate James and Sirius’ dumb pranking needs (They learned the Imperial March once, and played it as Minnie walked out of her office and into the band room. Minnie loves them). He plays the quints in their marching band and plays Jig 2 whenever he can because fuck you its not hard. The rest of the line eat it up. Sirius thinks it’s hot as fuck whenever Remus does some sick lick on the drum or a stick trick (Sirius just has a thing for Remus, honestly). Remus thinks that the brass and woodwind instruments are revolting; he scowls heavily whenever James or Sirius empty their spit onto the floor. The two think it’s hilarious. (“I’m so sorry I emptied my spit onto your precious, pristine floor.” “You should be.”)

Regulus plays clarinet, piano, and alto sax. Walburga and Orion make him take lessons too (same reason) but Reg is much more humble about his skills and isn’t always jumping the gun to take solos. He plays piano for their jazz band and is the best one there. (Regulus has piano player hands too. James spends like half a minute just staring at Reg’s hands as he plays during a practice and after registering that James thinks that Reg is hot, Sirius goes, “And you get on my ass about having a thing for Remus’ hands when he plays? Hypocrite.” James is all blushy for the rest of practice.) The one who wears hoodies to band camp during the summer and scares everyone, Minnie scolds him every year but he never shows up in a short sleeve and shorts. Both Black brothers have to braid their hair for marching band, and sometimes they braid each others hair, just quietly sitting in one of their rooms with each other and relaxing. He pretends he hates his brother but whenever they’re announcing awards or ratings or anything like that, he’s always holding Sirius’ hand anxiously, sitting close enough but not too close. Sirius loves it. (Sirius doesn’t run away and get disowned and all that jazz in this AU, but he practically lives at the Potter’s. He has almost a full wardrobe there, he stays the night there for weeks at a time, and he practically avoids the Black household like it’s the plague, but he still goes home every once in awhile, especially before games or competitions or for trumpet lessons. It’s pretty common for Reg and Sirius to argue whenever Sirius does come home) (One time Reg went to James’ to look for Sirius and was utterly shocked when James let him know that Sirius was at Remus’. Regulus befriended Remus to piss Sirius off and actually stayed mates with him)

Lily plays baritone sax (started on alto). She’s always the first to help the underclassmen and one of Minnie’s obvious favorites (Minnie claims to not take favorites, they all know she’s lying). She used to hate James’ little pranks and now enjoys them a little bit, especially the harmless ones that don’t disrupt practice time. She volunteers all the time, it’s a shock how much time she dedicates to the program. After a while, she realized that James was always volunteering with her and that’s how she realized James had a thing for her. She’s like best buds with Remus and he lets her play the quints all the time (James loves it even though Lily has no sense of rhythm.) She has to braid her hair for band and has no idea how to do it. She always asks around and Reg usually does it for her (James once asked Sirius to teach him how to French braid so he could potentially braid Lily’s hair [“Or Reggie’s?” “Oh my- shut up. Shut up.” “I’m not wrong!” “Shut up!”]. Sirius teaches him but the moment he offers Lily, he fumbles it astronomically bad. He fucks up the braid extremely bad; it’s loose in all the wrong spots and it looks like a fourth grader did it, and Regulus comes and laughs at him before fixing the braid for Lily. Sirius makes fun of him for this for about a week.).

When James and Lily were just about to finally get together, James panicked and went “Just so you know I definitely also have a thing for Regulus Black. Like- like god he’s hot- oh god why did I say that- oh my god- I’m so sorry.” And Lily just stared and went “Oh? Me too.” And then the two manage to bag Reg, somehow. Sirius was pissed for like ten minutes before giving up on caring. (One time during practice, Regulus put his hair up in a ponytail and James tripped over himself Bc he was staring and brought him and Sirius down. Sirius laughed at James for it.)

When Remus and Sirius get together, it shocked no one. Everyone’s like “But I thought you two were already together? You guys cuddle on the bus rides and sneak off together before practices and McGonagall gets on you guys about PDA all the time what do you mean you just now got together? I thought you two have been dating for months.” Sirius thinks it’s hilarious, Remus just wonders how obvious he was being for everyone but Sirius to know for so long.

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twirls my hair and kicks my legs,,,, you should so tell me about the teachers of Hatchetfield High from that one wip of yours

wgahahaha yeah ofc!!!! affectionately called "the stuff of nightmares" in my google docs... 1k and barely started which is very hard for me to do. so we've got

-grace chasity, choir teacher and music director of the spring musical! 1st year at hatchetfield high (she came from new hampshire...), very nervous about the kids liking her, has a weird gay thing going with the mean barista from beanies.

-emma perkins, biology and botany teacher! botany is an elective she runs and all the potheads take it but thats ok. 7th year at hatchetfield high, her daughter janie goes there and her husband paul works at sycamore!

-tom houston, shop teacher! mean and grouchy and horrible but its ok the kids love him. this ones canon idk what to say. 18th year at hatchetfield high with a 2 year break in the middle for mental health issues

-becky barnes, health and intro to healthcare teacher! she doesnt factor in much but shes there and everyone loves becky barnes <333 21st year at hatchetfield high

-bill woodward, english 1 and 2 teacher! you know all those stereotypes of the english teacher with the patch jacket and the frazzled look, that's him. my guy <333 16th year at hatchetfield high

-linda monroe, band director! bringing this over from npmm but its ok it fits. HORRIBLE teacher but her band is great. idk shes just always been there one day she was the first chair piccolo and then the next she was teaching no gap

-charlotte sweetly, culinary and pastry teacher! she tells her students about her messy divorce and they all care sooo much about her. 19th year at hatchetfield high

-sylvia holmes, ap lit and ap lang teacher! not much to say about her, she's got a lil flirtation w bill going on, shes there. 11th year at hatchetfield high!

-melissa ???, office receptionist. she seems sweet but there's something. idk. off.

-ted spankoffski, gym teacher! all they do is play dodgeball and cry but somehow he still works here. 8th year at hatchetfield high

#and way more but these are the ones who are mentioned or seen!!!#thank you to my school course catalog you are invaluable

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SFW Dragon Ball/RWBY: Children Shuffle: Dragonmonkey children

"Excuse me," the young, lilac-eyed young man said to Son Goku, which made his brows raised. "can...can I talk to you?" The seasoned martial artist blinks, as he studied the young fighter. The Saiyan noticed that he wore a tan jacket, slightly similar to Yang's. Not mention he could've swore he saw the mysterious youth wearing his oldest son's purple gi underneath.

"Um, sure," Goku says with a nod, having a guess of what was about to transpire. He sensed his energy, knowing that the young man had a connection to him.

Meanwhile, as the spiky haired teen spoke with Goku, Gohan couldn't help but to ponder on the one who stopped the horde of Grimm. The young Half-Saiyan poked his chin, as he experienced such a thing when Future Trunks arrived many years ago. But, the youth, who resembled Gohan but had lilac eyes and a different facial shape; this felt more personal to him.

"Is...Is that my Gi he's wearing?" the oldest son of Goku inquires, watching the time traveler speak with his father.

"Yup," Yang Xiao Long answered bluntly, sipping from a can of Hetap. "plus, he's wearing what looks like a version of my jacket."

The young pair silently eyes the stranger as he talked with the martial artist, who stared at him with widen eyes. Meanwhile, Piccolo's own brows raised as he muttered "Not again", then turns to Gohan and Yang.

The older Half-Saiyan takes notice of this, turning to his dearest friend and mentor, then returns his gaze between the pair. Suddenly, like taking the blast Cell threw at Vegeta long ago, it hit him.

"Hold up," Yang moves the can from her lips, blinking for a minute or two. "that guy...tell me he isn't our--!"

"You're my grands--Mhmph!" Goku nearly blurted out, but was quickly muffled by his descendant, Son Xiao Long Gang.

"Not so loud," Gang says to his grandfather in a hushed tone, who quickly nods in understanding. "I know grandma Chi-Chi said you had a blabber mouth, but c'mon!"

#answer #answered #answer prompt #children shuffle #crossover #crossover au #crossover ship #crossover shipping #dragon ball #rwby #son gohan #piccolo #son goku #yang xiao long #dragonmonkey (son gohan x yang xiao long)#son xiao long gang

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Who is your favorite non-Sayian, non-villain character in the Dragonball series? I really like Piccolo and Tien for instance. Or do you only have room for the major players?

Probably Bulma, Piccolo, or Krillin, depending on my mood. If I show greater appreciation for Saiyans and villains, it's only because they have a greater presence in the show, so there's more for me to talk about.

Even so, I still enjoy minor characters, or even obscure ones. To give you an idea, or just because I need to get it out of my head, I'll say a few words about my latest fixation, Ivy from Where on Earth is Carmen Sandiego?

I just woke up today and somehow got reminded of this cartoon, which was promoted heavily on Fox back in 1994 while I was trying to watch Batman: The Animated Series. Carmen Sandiego is the thief from the old computer games, and the cartoon introduced a pair of detective characters to chase her, a brother-and-sister team named Zack and Ivy.

Zack is pretty easy to read. He's a computer whiz, voiced by the same guy who plays Robin in the Teen Titans cartoons, and he's basically this adolescent sidekick type. Ivy, on the other hand, I could never quite figure out. And the show is unwatchable, so that didn't help much.

Like, okay, in 1994 I was 17, and I kind of had the hots for Ivy. She kind of looks like a prototype Kim Possible, so I guess that gives younger people an idea of what I'm talking about. I think I just assumed she was also 17, but sometimes the show plays her off like she's an adult. I mean, she's a professional detective, and she seems pretty experienced, and from what I've read she has a "history with Carmen" according to the show. The implication is that she's been working this job for several years, so maybe she started when she was Zack's age and she's about 24 now. I'm just spitballing.

On the other hand, that's kind of dumb. It's a kids show, and Zack's a kid, so why wouldn't Ivy also be a kid? You see her in the same scene with Carmen and it seems obvious. She's older than Zack, but not by that much.

On the other hand, the two detectives are in contact with a live-action character known as the "Player", which sort of suggests that the entire cartoon is taking place inside a computer game, and Ivy doesn't actually exist. That would explain why no one can find a woman in a bright red trenchcoat, and why Zack is considered the second most qualified person to catch her. So Ivy could be any age, or no age at all. She's not a character so much as an avatar for the faceless Player.

Anyway, I only got this far because I looked up information on the show over the course of the day, because I had completely forgotten the character's whole deal. I just remembered the red hair and the bomber jacket. But while I was looking it up, I found out they made a whole other Carmen Sandiego show in 2019, and in that one, Zack and Ivy are Carmen's accomplices, which kind of blew my mind. Apparently Carmivy is a popular ship in that fandom, so I feel less silly for crushing on Ivy in 1994.

I guess the point I'm trying to make here is that I always admired the Ivy design, even if the character concept was frustratingly vague and inconsistent. And this is just the example that I've been thinking about today. I find myself latching onto all sorts of obscure characters, wanting to find out more about them, and then getting frustrated when I learn there's not much to be had.

And this is my roundabout way of saying that of course I like the supporting cast of Dragon Ball. Characters like Tien and 17 and Zarbon are what make the whole thing come together, and a lot of them have lore that's much more satisfying than Ivy's.

#ask duhragonball #note to self: use ivy's clothes for the next zatte commission i order #no one else is using that fit so i might as well get something out of it

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jacquelinemerritt · 1 year

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Dragon Ball Z: Abridged Episode 39 Review

Originally posted February 26th, 2016

Introducing a strong, independent woman who kicks men’s asses.

In “Blood, Sweat, and Gears,” a young woman beats the shit out of a middle-aged man who believes he’s superior to women and entitled to the respect of the entire world. It may not surprise you to hear that that concept, executed properly, is something I’m automatically inclined to love, and as such, it probably won’t surprise you at all to hear that “Gears” is one of my favorite episodes in all of Dragonball Z: Abridged.

Of course, Android 18 beating the shit out of Vegeta actually works on multiple levels. In the last episode, we got a glimpse at the power these androids have when Android 17 killed Dr. Gero as quickly as he did, and now we get to see the full extent of the power these two have, as 18 takes out a fully powered Super Saiyan without losing more than her favorite/only jacket and leggings.

It’s also worth noting that even without the gender subtext present,1 it’s incredibly satisfying to see Vegeta’s ego taken down a peg, as the last few episodes have been driven almost completely by that alone, and as much as I love the ridiculousness of his ego, 18’s takedown is the perfect dramatic counterpoint for it.

Android 18’s character is also firmly established in this fight, and she serves as a clever foil to her twin brother 17, who we saw last episode is a master of wit and manipulation. 18, however, is a much less subtle person. She’s blunt and forceful, realized brilliantly by Shudo Ranmaru, who brings to her a kind of world-weariness that can arise only from a gradual understanding and disillusionment with the patriarchal systems guiding our world. She also has a confidence in herself that’s unprecedented among these characters; she knows who she is, what she wants, and just how powerful she is, and all of this coalesce make her the most sympathetic antagonist Team Four Star has brought to the series yet.

Rating: 4.5/5

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Stray Observations

1Vegeta’s numerous sexist comments make this arguably much more “text” than “subtext,” but given that I’ve seen this episode upwards of five times and only just now noticed it, I’m gonna say it’s subtext.

Krillin: “You pushed the Goku button. You shouldn’t’a did that.”

Trunks: “The androids are the world’s greatest threat.” *Montage of Vegeta killing innocent people*

Trunks: “Do you live in your own little world?” Vegeta: “Yes. But unfortunately I have to share it with you.”

Vegeta: “Can we stop talking about Kakarot for just a minute? I mean for god’s sakes, he’s never even around!” Piccolo: “Sad thing is, he’s not exactly wrong.”

Android 18 is one of my favorite characters in the show, though she’s very close to Gohan, Krillin, and Piccolo in that consideration. They tend to win out just because we get to spend more time with them.

#dragon ball z abridged #dragon ball z #team four star #tfs #dbza #dbza ep39

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Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader: Soulmates

Every time your soulmate gets a tattoo, you also get them. Obviously, some people never plan to get tattoos so, for everyone, the first words your soulmate will say to you are tattooed on your wrist.

** I do not own any of the Stranger Things characters** Y/N = Your First Name

Y/N’s POV

My teacher, Miss Margaret, teaches English & she just announced we are going to do a group project today. Everyone’s name was placed into a bowl and she will pull our names out. I hope I get a good partner.

I hear “Miss Y/N, your partner is...” Miss Margaret pulls a name out of the bowl, sighs, and says “Eddie Munson.” I glance at him across the classroom and he winks at me. I have never spoken to Eddie before. Sure, we’ve had a few classes together over the years, but I never have spoken directly to him. I just don’t like talking to new people.

Having conversations with people and opening up to people is something I’ve never liked. It scares me to open up and be fully vulnerable with people. So I don’t ever fully open up. I have friends, but I only share as much as I want to. People could learn what you really think and never want to be your friend again or they could backstab you using what you shared.

Miss Margaret finishes reading off the names and we all are now free to move to sit with our partners to work on the project.

I get up and decide to move to Eddie’s area. I know he slacks off in class, but I also know he plays Dungeons & Dragons so he could be good at this class if he really wanted to. He has the skills. And I saw him play guitar at a bar with my mom. I’m 18 and you have to be 18 to be let into the bar to listen to music in town. You can’t drink until 21, but you can still see bar concerts. I was near the back, but I liked it.

I move the seat right next to his, drop my backpack, and sit next to Eddie Munson.

Eddie exclaims “Your hair looks really soft right now. Can I pet it?” As he says that, I glance down at my jacket-covered wrist and then back into his eyes. I snap back “I’m not a dog.” He smirks and whispers “Ooh kinky. I didn’t peg you for the raw dog type.” I slap him and reply “Focus. We need to do this project.” He sighs and says “Fine.”

We get part of a draft done when Miss Margaret announces that we need to work outside of class to finish it and it’s due on Wednesday. Today is Monday. That gives us two days to finish it.

I turn to Eddie and ask “Are you free today after school? We need to finish the project and I have band practice tomorrow after school.” He answers “I do too. What a coincidence! What do you play?” I answer “Piccolo. Now, are you free today after school?” He answers “I play guitar if you were wondering.” I reply “I wasn’t wondering, Mr. Corroded Coffin. I know you do. Here’s my home address. Come over after school, so we can do the project.” I quickly write my address and give it to him.

The bell rings and I go off to my next class.

When I’m seated at my desk, I carefully take a glance at my left wrist. I see the words your hair looks really soft right now written on my wrist. Sh**! My soulmate is Eddie. What do I do?! I have to see his wrist to see if he is really my soulmate first. This could just be a weird coincidence that he & my real soulmate say the same first thing to me. That doesn’t seem probable to me though. It’s probably Eddie.

I should be happy that I can finally be with my soulmate. Most of my friends are and they’re super happy. I like being single and well, I never worried about it. I knew I would find my soulmate at some point. I mean I do have words on my wrist and matching tattoos on my body.

For the rest of my day, I am too nervous and stressed about what is to come.

I drive my brother and I home. I tell my mom that someone is coming over to work on a group project and I make a batch of cookies. There is no telling when Eddie will show up and cookies will hopefully be enough persuasion to show me his wrist.

After 30 minutes of waiting, there is a knock on the door. I race to the front door and open it. Eddie’s on the other side smiling.

I exclaim “Come on in. I made cookies.” He replies “Ooh if I knew you made cookies for a group project, I would’ve wanted to be your partner years ago.”

We get cookies and drinks before heading to my room. I place the poster on the floor and set the cookies next to it.

I ask “So should we get started?” Eddie sits on the other side of the poster and says “If you tell me what’s written on your wrist, I will be on my best behavior.” Oh, so he started with that. I exclaim “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” He smirks and replies “So dirty.”

I slowly roll up my sleeve and I show him. He then shows me his. On his wrist, the words I’m not a dog are printed on it. So he is my soulmate.

Eddie exclaims “We’re soulmates. Holy sh** my day has been made.” I reply “I won’t be one of your groupies.” He looks at me all confused then asks “That’s crushing. We can work on that. What will I tell my female fans? By the way, how did you know about my band?” I answer “When I turned 18, my mom was so happy that she could finally take me to a bar to see live music. She brought me to your show on a Tuesday night. We sat at the back. You were really good. She bought me your cassette because it was my first concert at a bar. I also know you play Dungeons and Dragons. I don’t think you’re a freak for playing it or for anything.” He replies “Thanks for the support. Ummm... we can do the project now.”

We create the poster showing how rhetorical appeals can be used to make people buy the game Monopoly. We did Monopoly, so we wouldn’t get hated on. People view Dungeons and Dragons as a cult. No one needs to come after Eddie anymore.

After we finish the project, I set it off to the side. Eddie asks “So what happens tomorrow at school? Do we interact?” I answer “Yeah we can. I don’t mind.” He replies “You’ll get hate for it. No one will like you anymore that you’re associated with me.” I slide off my jacket and say “Then I can make sure my matching tattoos are on display and people know the system chose us to be soulmates. They can say how bad they feel for me, but just know I am not mad or sad. I am content with you as my soulmate.” He asks “Content? You sound like the books we read in English.” I laugh and playfully shove his arm. He smirks and wraps his arms around me in a hug. I hug him back and I take a deep breath in. I exclaim “You smell good. Can I lick you?” He answers “We should take this slow.” I lightly shove him away and say “It was a joke. Because you said you wanted to pet me the first time we talked, so I said lick instead.” He replies “Oh yeah. Sorry about that. You’re just really pretty and I was shocked to be your partner.” I reply “You can pet my hair if you want.” He reaches out and puts his hand on my head. I lean into his hand and he smiles.

When Eddie takes his hand off my head, I feel happy. I feel like I can be my true self around him and I feel safe by his side. No one, except my immediate family, makes me feel that way.

I ask “How do you like the tattoo I got on the ankle?” Eddie pulls up his pants to show me his matching tattoo and says “I thought it was pretty cool, Y/N. When I got it, I figured that it could be easier to find my soulmate because maybe you would start getting tattoos everywhere. You didn’t. How do you like my tattoos?” I answer “The bats are my favorite, but the others are pretty cool too. I must say they look better on you than me.” He replies “I was worried you would hate them.” I reply “No I don’t. Luckily you haven’t gotten any that would show too much if I were to go into business.” He replies “Oh sorry about that. I tend to live for the now.” I reply “And I plan for the future, so we will be good for each other.”

Eddie and I spend another hour or so talking until my mom walks in to see how the project is. We show her the finished project and she asks if Eddie wants to stay for dinner to which he agrees.

We all head to dinner and we fill our plates with food. I feel Eddie lean next to me and he whispers “Is it okay that I said yes to staying for dinner?” I whisper back “Of course it’s fine.”

Eddie sits next to me at dinner with my mom across from me and my brother next to me.

My mom asks “So Eddie? Why have we never met you before? Surely we’ve met all of Y/N’s friends.” Eddie answers “Actually, our teacher randomly assigned us partners for the English project that we completed. I had never spoken to your daughter before today, but um.... now I will be talking to her more. I’m her soulmate.” My brother asks “So wait... you lead Hellfire right?” I feel Eddie tense next to me and he nods slowly in response to him. My brother asks “Can I get an automatic acceptance to Hellfire when I join next year?” Eddie answers “Uh... yeah. I will tell the next leader of the club that they have to let you join.” My brother smiles and says “We’ll get along just fine then, Eddie.”

We talk with my family more and we eat some of my cookies for dessert.

After that, I walk Eddie to the front door. Eddie says “I should probably get going. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” I reply “See you then soulmate.” He smiles and kisses me on the cheek.

THANKS FOR READING:-)

#stranger things imagines #stranger things series #eddie stranger things #stranger things eddie #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x oc

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mugiwara-lucy · 5 months

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What are your favorite non gi outfits for Goku? My favorite is Goku’s outfit he wore before the cell games, the jacket and professional pants look so nice on him

It's what you just said along with the Blue Tracksuit he wore at the Start of Battle of Gods, his farmer outfit, the shirt he wore in the infamous driving episode with Piccolo and ESPECIALLY his Yardrat Outfit!!!

#anonymous #asks #replies #ESPECIALLY that yardrat outfit!!

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dbfandom · 1 year

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Letters, Numbers and Emojis used for characters and their ships in Dragon Ball Japanese fandom!

So in Japanese media, it's common to use shorthands to talk about characters or media (if you've read Bakuman you've seen the explanation about "Wanpi (ワンピ)" being used for One Piece (ワンピース, Wan Pi (long vowel) su).

Because of their email/texting system, it's also more common to use one sole symbol to talk about characters, but also to not appear in search functions (posts are rarely tagged :()

Some of these symbols have been widely accepted by the Japanese fandom as a whole, but some others are for personal reference only (and as such, two artists may use the same emoji for different characters and nobody really cares).

Today I'm going to give you just a few of them, if you'd like more, don't hesitate to ask in the replies or in the tags, spread this blog and more ;)

Goku: Goku is usually referred as 🥕 (carot, kakarot) and 59 (五九 ; go-ku). This is why the Cell jacket has a 59! You will also find people using 空 (the second kanji for Goku's name).

Gohan: Obviously, his name meaning "rice" (as in shorthand for meal), Gohan's emoji is🍚 but you will also see 58 (五八 ; go-hachi (close enough)) to talk about him. You will also find people using 飯 (the second kanji for Gohan's name).

Goten: Goten gets🍤(for TENpura) and sometimes it's either 57 (because he's younger than 58 and 59), or more commonly 510 (五ten for go-TEN). You will also find people using 天 (the second kanji for Goten's name), but this is also the first character of Tenshinhan (and it's also used for him, as it's the symbol on his DBS outfit).

57 is also used for GoChi day (五七 go-shichi); this usage is more common than the Goten one.

Because of this, May 9th is Goku day, May 8th is Gohan day, May 10th is Goten day.. and May 7th is Gochi day :p

This is also why in mobile games, you have "Son Family Week" around those days!

(this is why Piccolo Day is funny and why people fight over whether it's Goku day or Piccolo day :p)

Those of you who follow my fic know this already, but Trunks' emoji is 🐯 (tiger, which is read Tora in Japanese.. Because Trunks' name is actually Torankusu :p). People will use トラ (the first two katakana of his name).

If you see 来, that's the first kanji for Future. 来🐯 or 来トラ is the short version for Future Trunks, and 来🍚 or 来飯 is for Future Gohan. Automatic translators will usually read it as Mi-Tora / Next Meal and just go into Blue Screen of Death mode.

So I'll be borrowing TruTen (Trunks x Goten) as an example for how ship names work in Japanese. Unlike in English, however, the order in which you put the characters is important.

天トラ / 🍤🐯: Ten-Tora. In this case, Goten tops.

トラ天 / 🐯🍤: Tora-Ten. In this case, Trunks tops.

It's a little more than just "who tops/bottoms", since the roles are very codified (Uke and Seme tropes if you want to look it up). They're so codified you should be able to tell from the book cover alone which way it's going to be!

So when I mentioned shipping wars in the past post about shipping terminologies for Japanese speakers, it's because the tropes about M/M relations are so strong and engrained in Japanese society that some people will refuse to consider "the other way around" (up to and including blocking each other on social media).

As such for Vegeta/Goku, probably the most popular M/M DB ship, the KakaVege and VegeKaka fans tend to be very opinionated about the "correct" portrayal. Anthologies (collective works) will be either one or the other, but not both at the same time.

The concept of switching isn't very common, and you'll see from the tropes that one has to be the assertive and control type and the other has to be a little more shy, smaller, etc.

In the case of TruTen (トラ天), this translates to Goten usually being smaller and more "delicate" and sensitive than Trunks (and so despite the fact that Goten, as an adult, is a solid 10cm taller than Trunks, but you'll rarely see that in トラ天 content!).

Of course this isn't universal, there are content creators and readers who will appreciate both, and who will appreciate dynamics that fall outside of the traditional tropes, but people tend to purchase stuff more easily if they know what to expect in terms of tropes used.

After all, the whole point of being two men in a relationship is that there's no woman in the relationship. They're gay, your honor!

Note that some content creators will use 89 (or 5859) for the HanKu ship. You have been warned.

#shipping #dragon ball #dragon ball z #kakavege #vegekaka #truten #tentora #japanese to english #dragon ball emojis

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superbattrash · 11 months

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Early vegebul flirting is… just amazing 😂

Yeah yeah, I want kakavege any day obviously, but this is just. So much fun. Here comes the pink shirt scene 💖

“EARTH WOMAN”

“I’m addressing you, Bulmus!!!!”

“You’re washing my armor!!?!???!”

“Your savagery knows no bounds!!”

“I look like a flower!!!” — a handsome flower tho, babe, don’t worry. A very scary, handsome flower, I prommy 🩵

Yay, piccolo \o/

Oh oh oH MY GOD THIS MEANS WE GET FUTURE TRUNKS IN A MINUUUUTE!!! MY BELOVED BADASS BABY BOYYYY 🕺🏻✨ (also I watched the Wrath of the dragon movie recently so I get the sword thing now)

Oh Christ, don’t start fighting, you morons

GIMME TRUNKS GIMME TRUNKS GIMME TRUUUUNKS

I mean.. oh no. Where are you goku? Please hurry so you too get to see trunks

TRUUUUUNNNKKKKSS \o/

Godddddd. Fixing your hair, you little pretty boy <3

FUCK YEEEAAAAHHHH YOU SHOW THEM BABY

🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻✨ DAS MY BOOOOIIIII

KICK. THEIR. ASSEEEESSSSSS 👊🏼✨

Oohhhhhh ffffff… the sword scene is.. so…. 🥵😳

Lord I need that purple jean jacket!!!! So bad!!!!!

Oh he is such a damn cutie <33 trunks, trunks, trunks!!! Aw lil shy around his daddy 🥺 d’awwwwww

GOKU’S BAAAAACK ~

Oh my fucking god I forgot hOW MUCH I LOVE THIS SAGA!!!!! \o/

“They won’t… they won’t… you know” fuck, trunks, you can say it. Goku probably won’t like the wording but he knows what you mean xD

Okay, I can’t keep watching. Doctor’s appointment means getting up at *cries* 6am 😭

#mish watches dbzk #TRUUUUNNNKKKSSS 🩵🩵🩵

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db-gochifan · 1 year

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Gochi Fall Event 2022

I’m bringing over the story I wrote for Day 3 for the GoChi Fall Event this year.

Title: Sunsets Pairing: Goku/Chi-Chi Characters: Goku, Chi-Chi, Gohan and unborn Goten

“Gohan, Goku, let’s go. It’s getting late.” Chi-Chi said from the stairs. “We won’t get to see the sunset if you don’t come down soon.” “Chi-Chi, I think this shirt is ridiculous. It’s ugly.” Goku said from their bedroom. “It’s not ugly, you’re just used to your fighting outfit.” “I can wear other clothes, but this is just… hideous.” “I agree with dad.” “Why don’t you come downstairs and I’ll take a look?” “Okay.” She turned to walk into the living room and almost fell down when she bumped into them. “Ugh, I hate it when you two teleport inside the house like that. I never know when to expect it.” “Sorry, mom.” “I’ll try to be more careful next time.” “I’d really rather you not do it inside again. Let me see how you two look.” Chi-Chi gave a couple steps back. “It’s not that bad. I actually think it’s cute that you two are matching shirts.” “I don’t like these colors.” Goku looked down at his clothing. “Orange and dark green together? It’s a strange combination.” “They are autumn tones. You know, the same tones from the leaves that fall from the trees in this season.” She looked at them and saw their bothered expressions. “But if they bother you so much, you can wear your black jackets over it and it should be fine.” “That’d be better.” “So are we settled?” “I think so.” “Then let’s go.” The wind in the top of the mountain messed Chi-Chi’s long black hair and she felt a strong urge to tie it on a bun, but fought it. She looked at her right and saw both Goku and Gohan were lying down on the grass staring up at the sky that was painted in yellow, red and orange tones. “You’re right.” She embraced her knees and smiled. “Seeing the sunset from here was amazing. If I could, I would come here everyday to see it.” “We could. This could be our tradition. You, me and Gohan watching the sunset together from here.” “I like it.” “Me too.” She lied down next to him and snuggled close to his body. Goku wrapped his arm around her. “This feels good. I love living far from the city, it’s so calm and peaceful.” “Yeah, and there’s a lot of space for me and Gohan to train. Right, son?” He turned to Gohan, only to find him sleeping heavily. “All that time he spent with Piccolo four years ago made easy for him to sleep anywhere.” “I don’t even want to imagine everything he had to go through there. He was so little.” “Things turned out great in the end.” “Luckily.” Chi-Chi yawned. “I think we should go home.” “Already? But it’s so good in here.” “I know, but Gohan is sleeping and I don’t want him to feel sore for sleeping on the ground.” “Okay.” He sat up when she pulled away from him and picked their son up. “Let’s go.” ***** Goku was gathering the leaves that fell down from the trees near the house the day before and during the night and a large hill was made. “Damn, gave me a lot of work.” He wiped the sweat off his forehead and placed his arm on the rake. “Chi-Chi, where should I put the leaves now?” “I don’t know, wherever you want to put them is fine. Just don’t bring them inside and take them away from our yard.” “Got it.” “Hey, dad.” Gohan approached him. “Do you want to fight a little?” “Right now?” Goku dropped the rake right away, already feeling excited about the idea of fighting with his son. “Yes, just for a little. I haven’t done that in a while.” “Alright, I’m in. Let me just change into my fighting suit.” He placed two fingers on his forehead and teleported to his bedroom, returning about thirty seconds later and noticing Gohan had done the same thing. “You still like wearing this outfit, don’t you?” “It allows me to move freely and be faster.” Gohan made a fighting pose. “Are you ready?” Goku followed him suit. “Bring it on, son.” What was meant to be just fifteen or twenty minutes turned into an hour. Chi-Chi didn’t mind it until she heard a scream followed by a noise that made clear to her that the leaves were spread all over the yard again. “What is going on over here?” She appeared on the door with her hands on her hips. “Goku, I specifically told you to get the leaves together, without scattering them all again.” “I’m sorry, Chi-Chi.” He immediately stood up and looked at her. “I did gather them, but Gohan and I started fighting and then…” He looked over his shoulder and let out a small laugh. “It’s my fault, mom.” Gohan appeared from the mount of leaves and wiped some that got stuck on his outfit. “I asked dad if we could train and a little, but we got carried away.” “Well, I don’t care who started it, but both of you will have to clean it up again or there won’t be any lunch for you.” “That’s mean, Chi-Chi.” “The faster you clean, the sooner you finish.” And with that, she went back inside. ***** By the end of the afternoon, Chi-Chi decided to go watch the sunset on the mountains on her own. Goku and Gohan were heavily sleeping and she didn’t want to wake them up. If they complained about it, she could say she wasn’t exactly alone. “I guess it’s just you and me this time, huh?” She lied down on the grass after letting her hair fall down over her shoulders and started rubbing her belly softly. “But pretty soon you’re gonna be watching this beautiful sunset with us.” She had found out she was pregnant a couple of weeks ago. She was feeling pretty nauseous, but managed to hide it from her boys. It wasn’t that difficult since they were always outside the house training and when they came back she was feeling much better. Part of her didn’t reveal it sooner because she was afraid of how things would be in the future. She wasn’t that against the idea of her giving birth to another boy and he’d follow Goku and Gohan’s path and become a fighter, like she was with Gohan. If anything, she was even contemplating the idea of helping them training him herself. Chi-Chi didn’t know exactly when she fell asleep, but at some point she heard her name being called and slowly opened her eyes. “Chi-Chi!” “Mom!” Gohan looked up at Goku, who was on the kitoun, up in the sky. “Do you see her?” “No.” He looked down at his son for a moment and then up again. “Wait… I see her.” “Where?” “Up in the mountain where we usually watch the sunset together.” “Go ahead. I’ll catch up with you soon.” “Alright. Let’s go, kitoun.” Seconds later, he jumped out of it and gave a few steps towards her. “Chi-Chi, are you okay?” “Yes, I’m fine. I was bored and you and Gohan were sleeping, so I thought I’d come here to watch the sunset.” “Alone? It can be dangerous.” “Oh, I wasn’t alone, trust me.” “Huh?” Goku raised an eyebrow with confusion. “Mom!” Gohan jumped up the mountain and ran to her when he reached the top. “We were worried about you. We didn’t see you in our house when we woke up.” “I’m sorry, darling. I came here to watch the sunset and ended up falling asleep without realizing.” “Well, do you want to go home now or do you want to stay here a little more?” “I want to stay here a little more with my son.” She grabbed his hand and then turned to her husband, doing the same. “And with my husband too. My two boys.” The small family was silently for a couple of minutes after that and a chilly breeze went through them. Chi-Chi shivered a little, which didn’t go unnoticed by Goku. He immediately took his jacket off and threw it over her shoulders. “Is that better?” “It is.” She looked at him with a smile. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” She took a deep breath and decided it was time to tell them the news, so she gave a light squeeze on both hands and the two Saiyans looked at her. “Goku, Gohan, there’s something I have to say to you.” “What is it?” Goku asked with curiosity. “You’re not sick, are you?” “No, sweetie. I’m not. Well, not exactly.” “I don’t understand it.” “You’re going to be a big brother.” “What?!” Gohan could barely contain his excitement. “Are you serious?” “Absolutely.” “That’s so great, mom!” He hugged her tight. “I’m so happy!” “I’m glad to hear that.” “We’re having another baby?” “That’s right.” Chi-Chi nodded. “We are.” “When did that…?” “A couple of months ago, when we…” She stopped talking as soon as she realized it would embarrass their oldest son. “Anyway, I was going to wait until tomorrow to tell you, but being right here right now seemed the perfect moment.” “This is the best news ever!” Gohan cheered. “I can’t wait to meet him already.” “Me either.” Goku echoed his thoughts. Chi-Chi looked down and smiled warmly. “I’m sure the baby can’t either.” ***** It was a cold November morning, but Chi-Chi still decided to go outside and spend some time by the river. She had a photo album in her hands, which was the first thing Gohan noticed when he approached her. “Mom, where did you find this photo album?” “Oh, it was hidden in the shelf in our living room.” She looked at him for a brief moment and then back at it. “I haven’t touched it in ages.” “Is this on the day you and dad got married?” “It is.” A smile appeared on her face. “This dress was actually from my mother. It was almost destroyed due to a fire in the castle I lived with my father your grandfather, but Goku saved it.” “Really? That’s so like dad.” “I agree. And then we got married.” “It seems like it was a cool ceremony.” “It was beautiful.” Chi-Chi said, reminiscing that moment in her mind. “Your father and I met when we were children.” “I didn’t know that. That’s so cool!” “Back then he promised to marry me.” “When you were kids?” “Yes. Having a family and a husband was always my dream. But we lost contact and didn’t see each other for a few years. In the meantime I started training and signed up for the fight tournament. Guess who was my first opponent?” “Dad. It’s kind of obvious.” “I know.” She couldn’t help but laugh. “Turns out he had forgotten about his promise and thought getting married had something to do with food and I was beyond angry at him. But Goku has always been a man of words, so he said he would marry me and here we are.” “Is this me?” Gohan pointed to another picture where he was in his father’s arms and she looked at him lovingly. “That’s you when you were only three months old. It took you a while to get used to being held by him, you always cried a lot.” “I wasn’t that pretty of a baby.” “Don’t say that. You were the prettiest baby ever.” “Of course he was. He’s my child.” Goku had the widest grin on his lips when he appeared behind them. Both Chi-Chi and Gohan looked over their shoulders, towards him. “See? Even your father agrees with me.” “I remember this moment.” The child pointed to another picture, where he was in Goku’s arms and had the red hat with the four-stars dragon ball at the top of it. “That was taken at the Kame’s house.” “It was on the day where I took you there for the first time. I still remember everyone’s surprise when I said you were my son.” “Yes, and Bulma thought I was a polite boy when she asked my age. I remember being scared of the turtle at first.” “But in the end you became friends with it.” Goku ruffled his son’s hair. “You’re an amazing child, Gohan. I’m proud of you.” “Me too.” “Thanks.” He blushed a little. “Do you think my brother or sister will be too?” “Definitely!” Chi-Chi said firmly. “Who couldn’t be proud of you, Gohan?” “Exactly.” “Would you want the baby to be a boy or a girl?” “A boy.” “A girl.” “Wait a second…” She turned to Goku surprised. “I thought you’d want another son.” “Well, I do. But I think you’d want a girl this time.” “Wouldn’t you want to train with her too?” “Girls can fight as well. Look at you. We met again at a fight tournament.” “You have a point.” She smiled softly. “I do want a girl this time, but something tells me it’s another boy. So you want a brother, huh?” “I do.” Gohan nodded. “But not because I wouldn’t like to have a sister, but because I already chose his name.” “You chose his name?” “Don’t leave us hanging, Gohan. Tell us.” “What do you think of Goten?” “It’s a pretty name, but it also starts with Go.” “I love it!” Goku grinned. “If it’s a boy, then the three of us will have names that start with that syllable. That’s so cool!” “How about a name that starts with C, to make things even in our family?” “A boy’s name?” “A girl’s.” “But you just said you feel like it’s going to be another boy, mom.” “I know, but my intuition can be wrong too. So it’s good to have a girl’s name decided too, just in case.” “Gohan, can you help me over here?” “Goku, what are you going to do with these?” Chi-Chi automatically gave a few steps back when she saw her husband was holding a handful of leaves on his hands and coming in her direction. “Don’t you dare! They are dirty, you’re not throwing them at me. You don’t want to sleep in the couch, do you?” “That’s mean.” He dropped them on the yard. “You won.” “Thank you.” She walked to him and wrapped her arms around his large body, looking into his beautiful black eyes. “The name doesn’t matter to me. In the end, what matters is that this kid is going to be so loved.” “Does that mean we can name him Goten?” “If it’s a boy, yes.” “Thank you, mom.” Gohan ran to them and joined their hug. “You’re welcome, son.” Chi-Chi stroked his black hair softly. “We’re passing on the tradition. Your father named you after his grandfather and now you chose your brother’s one.” “I hope he likes it.” “I have no doubt he will, sweetie.”

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thecityofselcouth · 2 years

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Time slowed to a stand still, “What did you say?” she whispered, though she wasn’t expecting an answer because she had heard – and understood – every word. There was no way that he had asked her to marry him – Max, the most perfect guy in the world, on the most perfect day, at the most perfect time. It felt like a once in a lifetime experience, and Ally couldn’t be more thankful to have met him at West Forest, to be carrying his baby, and to be asked to spend the rest of her life with him.

“M-” her breath caught in her throat, the inner corners of her eyebrows turning upwards. A veil of tears blurred her vision, Ally doing her best to wipe them away with her sleeve but they seemed to be coming from a never-ending supply. She decided to just let them be, streaks of tears running down her cheeks as she smiled. “Ti dirò di sì in ogni vita. - I will say yes to you in every lifetime.” she looked down, pushing the sides of her jacket out of the way and gently picked up his hand and placed it on her stomach. She hadn’t started showing, yet, but she could still feel that there was a life inside of her. “Oh, piccolo - little one,” she whispered, gently rubbing the back of Max’s hand with her thumb, “You are going to be so loved.”

Fume accepted the bottle from him and sampled the liquor with a small sip. The bitterness of the liquor brought back memories of her teenage years in Naples. As soon as she turned eighteen, even though she had already been drinking wine with her family since she was fourteen, Fume and her friends bought a large bottle of whiskey and tequila to take with them to a party. Needless to say, Fume ended up getting shitface drunk and can’t remember a single thing that happened after they arrived. One party turned into ten, and then ten turned into twenty and so on, and at each party Fume ended the night the same – drinking at least a pint of liquor and blacking out. After one night in particular, however, she vowed to never drink alcohol again. She couldn’t remember much of it, but the look on her uncle’s face when he made her promise him to not drink anymore motivated her to never drink again.

But Fume was older now and had more sense. She lifted the bottle and swallowed more of the whiskey. Her interest peaked after hearing Danny’s response, turning her head to view him and handing the bottle back to him. Could it be that he found her attractive, too? Or was he simply stating a fact, Fume didn’t know. But it didn’t matter, because Fume felt dangerous.

“Are there other things that I shouldn’t tell my boss?” she asked him, leaning an inch forward and folding her arms on the armrest between them. Her eyes were locked on him. “Should I tell him that I want to feel his lips on the most sensitive part of my body?” she lowered her voice, moving closer until her lips were inches away from his ear. “Should I tell him that he wouldn’t remember anyone else’s name but mine when he pleases himself at night?” a small tilt of her head, her eyes trailed to his lips and back up to his eyes. “Or should I keep it to myself?”

Tony opened the gate next to him to circle the fence and be able to stand in-front of June. He needed her feet to be on the ground, though, for him to be able to kiss her the way he intended to. “Excuse me,” he placed one hand behind her back and the other under one of her thighs, and lifted her from the gate.

“Bene,” he leaned down and kissed her, his desire for her resurfacing after being kept stored during their dinner alone and with their families. Tony felt hungry for her, creating a small opening with his lips and running his tongue along hers to get a tiny taste of her before pulling away. He had managed to keep his hands from roaming to other places on her body but it wasn’t enough to keep the blood from rushing to certain body parts below his belt. “Shit,” He cursed, looking down and seeing his print visible through his pants. Tony grabbed his suit jacket and pulled it over his shoulders, sliding his arms through the sleeves and buttoning the front of the jacket. The jacket helped to hide most of the print but not all of it, but Tony wasn’t worried. The pungent smell of the animals had returned and was rapidly dissolving any thought in Tony’s mind about taking things further.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. Tony sighed, removing the phone from his pocket and tapping the screen to view his notifications. Three missed calls from Manuel. “Jesus,” he pressed the button to call Manuel, and looked up at June. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, stepping towards her and placing one hand on her arm, kissing her forehead.

Manuel answered the phone after one ring, “What the fuck is wrong with your phone? I called three times. No answer.”

“I had my phone on silent. What’s wrong?” Tony said as he exited the barn and began to make his way to the cars.

Lily watched with awe at the small children that approached Damian’s friend. “Ricordo quando eri così piccolo. - I remember when you were that small.” she nudged Damian, nodding towards the kids. “E come volevi che ti baciassi la fronte ogni notte per tenere lontani i "sogni infelici". Al tuo amico potrebbe piacere ascoltare alcune storie, no? - And how you wanted me to kiss your forehead every night to keep the ‘unhappy dreams away’. Your friend might like to hear some stories, no?”

The two of them glanced at Veronica after seeing her wave and Lily responded with a smile. Damian didn’t look at his mother and instead looked at the stage. “Per favore, non farlo. - Please don’t.” he said to her, folding his hands in his lap as he waited for the talent show to begin. He didn’t want Veronica to be under the impression that they were talking about her, and he hoped the idea would leave his mother’s mind as quickly as it came. He knew her ‘stories’ would only be some of the most embarrassing things he did as a kid.

The MC returned to the stage. “Well, a little bit of bad news folks. Our first act Curtis the Clown had a family emergency and could not make it tonight, so.” he held up a sheet of paper, “Our next act starts in about twenty minutes, so sit tight, um, I’m sure they will be here soon. Um,” he pulled at his neck collar and squinted his eyes, “However, our talent show is always open to any brave soul that wants to share their talent with the world. There’s nothing to it, no waivers, and it’s all free. We have a band here, a few props, stuff like that. Um, if anyone’s interested please, please come find me. I’ll be standing right over there,” he pointed to a spot next to the stage. “Sweating like a pig until this next act shows up.” he laughed nervously, returning the mic to its stand and exiting the stage.

Though, even after he left, his words replayed over and over in Lily’s mind as she stared at the mic. I could sing.

The thought crossed her mind but she couldn’t remember the last time she had heard her voice. She used to sing lullabies to the kids but she hadn’t done that since they were little. And then there'd be the times where she would sing while cleaning or tending to her garden, but really she hadn’t felt the love inside of her heart to sing after her and Manuel’s relationship started to go downhill. Plus, the children were leaving the house more, and there was nothing left to inspire her to sing.

But seeing the small children dancing and her own children enjoying their youth, Lily wanted to feel that same childlike joy again. And she felt that the most when she sang.

Standing up, she handed her clutch to Damian and made her way over to the MC. She cleared her throat, “Hello. I would like to sign-up to sing, please.”

The MC blinked almost as if he had just prayed to God but didn’t believe he would receive an answer so soon. “Yes, of course,” he quickly guided her up the stairs, taking the mic only for a moment to introduce her.

“Well, a wonderful update, ladies and gentlemen, we have our first contestant for the talent show. This is Mrs-” he trailed off, covering the mic with his hand.

“Lily.” she told him.

“This is Lily and she’ll be singing a lovely song for you fine folks. Now, whether she sounds like Beyonce or me in the shower - go easy on her. She has a lot of guts for coming up and performing for you guys.” he turned to Lily and grinned, “Well, I’m going to shut-up now and let this beautiful woman do her thing.”

Damian watched as his mom held up a finger to the crowd before walking over to the band and whispering something to them. He hadn’t heard her sing in so long, part of him nervous for her and the other half anxiously awaiting to hear her voice. Straightening in his seat, he leaned forward as the band nodded in response and she made her way back to the mic.

“Forgive me, the song is in Italian but I hope that you will enjoy it anyway.” she said, adjusting the height of the mic stand so that she could sing into the mic comfortably. Lily looked over her shoulder at the band and nodded, giving them the cue to start.

And Lily closed her eyes and started to sing.

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