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NCIS: Los Angeles Season 13 Rewatch: “MWD”

The basics: When a retired Military Working Dog disappears, the team works to return the dog to his owner.

Written by: R. Scott Gemmill wrote/cowrote “The Only Easy Day”, “Brimstone”, “Breach”, “LD50”, “Found”, “Borderline”, “Absolution”, “Archangel”, “Tin Soldiers”, “Impostors”, “Cyberthreat”, “Honor”, “The Watchers” and both sides of the NCIS Los: Angeles/Hawaii Five-0 “Touch of Death” episodes, “Recruit”, “Free Ride”, “Wanted”, “Ravens and The Swans”, “Impact”, “War Cries”, both ends of the “Deep Trouble” season five finale/season six premiere, “Inelegant Heart”, “Praesidium”, “Traitor”, “Active Measures” (season seven premiere), “Blame It On Rio”, “Internal Affairs”, “Matryoshka” part one, "Talion" (season seven finale), “High Value Target”/“Belly of the Beast” (season eight premieres), “The Queen’s Gambit”, “Under Siege”, “Unleashed” (season eight finale), “Party Crashers” (season nine’s premiere), “This Is What We Do” (episode 200), “Các Tù Nhân”, “Goodbye Vietnam”, “Ninguna Salida” (the season nine finale), “Hit List”, “Asesinos”, “Till Death Do Us Part”, “Choke Point”, “The Guardian”, “Hail Mary”, “Kill Beale Vol. 1”, “Alsiyadun”, “Fortune Favors the Brave”, “The Bear” (season 12 premiere), “Angry Karen”, “Love Kills”, “Russia, Russia, Russia”, “The Noble Maidens”, “A Tale of Two Igors” (season 12 finale), "Subject 17" (season 13 premiere) and "All The Little Things".

Directed by: Suzanne Saltz directed "Outside the Lines", "Murder of Crows" and "Sundown".

Guest stars of note: Peter Cambor is back from “All the Little Things” as Nate Getz. Kavi R. Ladnier returns from “Pandora’s Box” as Shyla Dahr. Matt Lasky was Joseph Jones but he played the bartender in the steampunk bar in “Random on Purpose” in season one. Stephanie Lemelin as Mary Smith, Brent Bailey as Dennis Adams, Cap Peterson as Brian “Buster” Miller, Travis Johns as Nick Reed and Richard Gant as Raymond Hanna (voice only).

Our heroes: Reunite a retired Gunnery Sergeant and her Master Sergeant dog.

What important things did we learn about:

Callen: Speaking to Nate about his Hetty issues and not in a patient-psychologist way. Sam: Searching for his father. Kensi: Crashing the Audi for a good reason. Deeks: In court today. Fatima: Steering clear of the cyber tower when Shyla is around. Rountree: Leaving the incident with the police to the legal people and moving on. Until he isn’t Kilbride: Knows about the Drona project but not in a way that can help Callen.

What not so important things did we learn about:

Callen: Willing to do some deep dives into his memories. Sam: Selling the Michelle. Kensi: Married her furry partner. Deeks: Did show Rountree “Hair” – even sang the songs. Fatima: Beginning to sound like the Admiral and isn’t concerned about it. Rountree: Didn’t have a TV much as a kid. Kilbride: Doesn’t like hanging on.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange? Telling Nate only what she needs him to know while in Syria.

Who's down with OTP: Hopefully absence is making the heart go fonder as Kensi works with Sam and Deeks is in court. Deeks did earn a mention as Kensi’s furry partner.

Who's down with BrOTP: Mary and Boomer were quite the team.

Fashion review: Callen is wearing a blue-green button down shirt. Black long-sleeve tee for Sam. Kensi is wearing a blue and white sweater. Deeks is in court. Fatima has on a white henley over a maroon turtleneck. Rountree is wearing a beige sweater. As usual, a dark blue three-piece suit for Kilbride with a light blue dress shirt and a red plaid tie.

Music: “Oceans” by Svvarms was playing in the teaser.

Any notable cut scene: No.

Quote: Kilbride: “The, request that you filed under the Freedom of Information Act has been denied.” Callen: “Huh. How did this come across your desk? This was a private and personal inquiry. Why was it denied?” Kilbride: “Use your imagination.” Callen: “'Cause of you?” Kilbride: “No. This is above my pay grade. "Exemption 1, the requested "information is classified to protect national security." “ Callen: “They're gonna hide behind national security?” Kilbride: “They're funny that way. I know that this is a big disappointment for you and that you would very much like to speak with Henrietta about her involvement in the Drona program.” Callen: “So, you do know about it.” Kilbride: “I know of it... but not to the extent to help you find the answers I believe you're looking for.”

Anything else: In a nice residential neighborhood, a woman parks her SUV in her driveway. She has some takeout for dinner. Walking into her home, the lights are not working. She starts calling for “Boomer” but finds the living room a mess – glass from a broken window, tipped over desk chair. Pulling out a gun, she walks through the home like a law enforcement officer would. A dog toy startles her. Looking in the dining room, her back door is opened. Calling 9-1-1, the woman calls in the break in and says there has been a kidnapping.

Working in the firing range, Rountree has fired a lot of rounds. Dozens and dozens of casings litter the floor. Fatima arrives and starts talking to Rountree. She gets mostly one-syllable, one word answers and mentions that to Rountree. Rountree thinks that sounds like something the Admiral would say. Fatima agrees. Rountree asks if they have a case. With Shyla working with them, Fatima is “steering clear of the cyber tower” (like that) so she doesn’t know.

Fatima asks Rountree if he wants to talk. As someone who suffered a real trauma, she knows what it is like but Rountree is having none of it. He’s put what happened behind him. “I’m good.” He tells her the incident is someone else’s “legal problem.” Fatima thinks that’s fine but wonders why the firing range looks like “Assault on Precinct 13”. Rountree is unfamiliar with the film. Fatima asks if Rountree even had a television as a kid. “Most of the time, no.” Fatima wants to add it to the list of movies he should see. Rountree is out on that plan. Deeks made him watch “Hair” and sang every song. “That was more traumatizing than ‘Get Out’.” Fatima thinks Rountree will suffer a more traumatizing event if Kilbride sees the mess he made in the firing range. Rountree goes to find a broom.

A jilted Callen walks into the bullpen. Sam stood him up but is sitting in the office. Callen is annoyed he was stood up because Sam arrived to the office early to get the Admiral’s parking spot. Sam reminds Callen it is nobody’s parking spot but Callen thinks the Admiral does not share that opinion. Sam has already apologized. Callen feels Sam hates his driving. “With every fiber of my being.”

Callen thinks Sam did not go home that night. Seems Sam keeping company with an Endocrinologist. He’s also seeing a stunt woman and a bartender. He’s not hooking up with any of them, calling Callen a “frat boy”. Callen and Sam banter before Sam admits he’s selling the boat ($583,000). Sam’s dad can’t live on his own anymore so Sam is buying a house so they can live together. Sam has not told his father this so Callen thinks Sam’s doing thing backwards. Callen asks about Sam’s father, who has “had better days.” The senior Hanna won’t go in for any testing to see what’s wrong. Sam calls him stubborn. Callen thinks like father like son before offering to help. Sam asks if his father could move in with Callen.

Shyla arrives in the bullpen with news that the Admiral would like to see Callen. She notices the boat for sale and likes it. After Sam makes a gentle pitch, Shyla tells him she’s a “city mouse” and is looking for a two-bedroom inland.

Arriving in the Admiral’s office, Callen is told his FOIA request was denied. Callen is surprised that his private and personal inquiry wound up in the Admiral’s hands. Asking why it was denied, Callen is told “use your imagination”. Callen asks if the Admiral put a stop to his request but is told it is above the Admiral’s paygrade. Reading the denial, Callen is annoyed the government is denying it because of National Security. The Admiral knows about the Drona project but not to the extent that would provide Callen the answers he needs.

Turning the NCIS business, the agency’s CYBER unit has been working around the clock on Katya’s deep fakes. There is a now a “security perimeter” around Callen’s digital life so if Katya makes a move, CYBER can shut her down. Finally, the Admiral wants Callen to see Nate later that day. With all that is going on around Callen, the Admiral wants to make sure the team is working at peak performance. Callen says he doesn’t need Nate for that. The Admiral mentions Nate’s work with Hetty in Syria as a profiler. With Deeks in court today, Sam can partner with Kensi and Callen can talk to Nate. “Take as much time as you need.” Callen is grateful.

In Ops, Fatima and Rountree join Shyla. On the big screen is retired USMC Gunnery Sergeant Mary Smith, the woman whose home was broken into in the teaser. Returning from the gym, she found recently retired Marine Master Sergeant Boomer Hayes was kidnapped. Rountree thinks Boomer has to be a nickname, nobody is named Boomer (CBS Sports Boomer Esiason would disagree). Putting up Boomer Hayes’s Marine ID on the big board, Boomer is a dog.

Confused, Fatima isn’t sure why they are looking for missing pet. Shyla explains Boomer is a MWD – a Military Working Dog. Rountree thinks he’s being punked. The arriving Admiral assures Rountree this is no joke. The team will be looking for someone who kidnapped a Marine Corps Master Sergeant. Sam and Kensi are about to talk to Mary Smith. The Admiral wants Fatima and Rountree to check out the crime scene.

In the boatshed, Smith is talking about her relationship with Boomer. The two worked together in the Marines. When they both retired, Smith was allowed to adopt Boomer. The two have worked for the LA Sheriff’s Department for two years with some private sector jobs. Smith thinks the MWDs are brilliant. She also thinks her ex-boyfriend Dennis may be behind this. Dennis was jealous of Boomer – they never bonded. Trying not to worry or let her thoughts get away from her, Smith is still concerned. Kensi asks if he would hurt the dog. Smith knows of divorces where a fight over the family pet ends with the loser having the animal put down. With Smith near tears, Sam promises that if Dennis has the dog, they will get Boomer back.

In Nate’s very Zen office, Callen is waiting because a Nate patient needs a pep talk to get on a plane. Showing off the office, Nate asks what Callen thinks. “It’s a lot nicer than your old broom closet at OSP.” He compares the place to a day spa. Nate likes that comparison. He wants his patients to feel relaxed and safe. Sitting, Nate asks how Callen is doing. Since he’s doing well, very well, Callen is more interested in what Nate knows about Hetty. Nate warns Callen as he well knows, he only knows what Hetty wants him to know. Callen knows that.

Looking around Smith’s home, Rountree is figuring how the dognapers got in. Cutting off the power wouldn’t stop Smith’s security system, which has back-up power. They had to circumvent the alarm. This is not a smash and grab thief. Plus a highly trained “Master Sergeant” wouldn’t be easy to kidnap. Rountree has an issue with calling the dog “Master Sergeant” but Fatima is only calling him by his rank. Boomer would have protected the home unless he knew who was coming in and liked who was coming in.

Rountree posits that some food tossed into the house with a sedative would make Boomer easier to handle. That makes more sense – get in the house using the window near the desk in the living room but getting out with a sedated dog would be tough. It would be easier to slide the 60-75 pound dog out the back door. This would have be to a very strong dognaper or a two person job. And there would also have to be a muzzle. Nobody wants a trained military dog waking up mid-kidnapping. Knowing when Smith arrived home, Fatima is going to backtrack vehicles in the area to see who took Boomer.

While Kensi questions Dennis in interrogation, Sam and Smith watch on the main room plasma TV. Smith admits that Boomer not liking Dennis was proof he was a better judgement of character than she was. Dennis explains that Boomer didn’t like him because he was a Taurus and Boomer was an Aries or maybe because he was sleeping with Smith, or maybe because he’s a dog who can’t walk on two feet. Smith is outraged at what an idiot Dennis is – Boomer is a Sagittarius.

Back in interrogation, Kensi pushes back, maybe Dennis was jealous of Boomer. No. He blames Mary for finding out he had a secret relationship with Boomer and killed him for it. Sam is annoyed Dennis isn’t taking this seriously. Smith tells him Dennis doesn’t take anything seriously. Kensi thinks Dennis used the dog to get back at Smith for dumping him. Dennis denies Smith dumped him. Smith tells Sam she kicked him out and he knows it.

Apologizing for his sarcasm, Dennis points out he is doing all this without a lawyer. If NCIS is going to keep wasting his time and theirs by thinking he took Boomer, he’s lawyering up. Kensi asks where is the dog. Since he’s not “Ace Ventura, Pet Detective”, Dennis has no idea. With Boomer is a retired MWD, he’s given all the benefits of being a Marine. Dennis is tired of hearing about Marine Boomer. Besides, if Boomer as was smart as everyone thought, he probably ran away. Smith tells Sam that everyone who met Boomer, loved him. “Except the criminals you’d catch.”

Reviewing the work done by Smith and Boomer, Shyla finds them to be a formidable team. As a team, they’ve taken over $300-million worth of drugs off the streets. The Admirals finds this a good reason to kidnap the dog. Shyla disagrees – it is a good reason to kill the dog. Poison Boomer, try a drive-by shooting. With his training, Boomer could be used to get drugs from other criminals. Shyla points out that so much of any military or law enforcement dog’s success has to do with their relationship with their handler, the Admiral agrees but the dognapers are not “geniuses who will find out the hard way that a Marine is not someone you want to tangle with whether he’s got two legs or four.”

Sam and Kensi question Smith about her work with Boomer for the Sheriff’s Department. By getting a lot of drugs off the street, Smith and Boomer cost a lot of criminals a lot of money. “People have been killed for far less,” according to Sam. Kensi tries to find a sunnier side – maybe he was just grabbed because he’s a beautiful dog and people steal expensive breeds. Smith talks about maybe the dog being held for ransom when Sam gets a call from his dad (with the photo on Sam’s phone being the Marine’s logo).

Taking the call in interrogation, Sam’s father says he got turned around and is lost. Sam asks if his father is driving. He’s not in the car now – he’s walking around. Sam’s dad is lost with all the new construction around him. He doesn’t recognized any of the new buildings. Concerned, Sam asks where is Mrs. Ainsley. Sam’s dad doesn’t know. Tamping down his anger, Sam tells his father that Mrs. Ainsley is supposed to be with him. Sam asks if his father has his keys. After a few minutes, he found them. Sam tells his father to find someplace to sit, he’ll get someone to him. Sam’s dad is going to walk around and look for the car. Sam wants him to stop talking and stop walking. “Find a place to sit and stay put.” Sam’s father is offended by Sam telling him to stop talking and hangs up. Sam tries to call his father but is put to “The Major”’s voicemail. Sam tells Kensi he’s going to Ops to find his father. Kensi is fine handling the case.

Saying he got a cryptic message saying “The game’s afoot”, Nate is explaining his last communications with Hetty. Callen thinks Sherlock Holmes for the quote but it is really “Henry V”. Hetty is going after Al Kalmira but Nate hasn’t heard anything since. Callen shares that Harris Keane was with Hetty and admitted he sent someone to look for Hetty. Nate wants to know who but Callen goes with a general description of a burned spy. He’d like Nate to call if Nate hears from Hetty again.

Switching subject, Nate asks about the deep fakes. Callen doesn’t think they have anything to do with Hetty. Nate doesn’t either but none of this is extra worry helps Callen. Callen hasn’t heard anything for Katya since he got the film from the vault. The deep fakes stopped around the same time. While Callen thinks the film reels they found has something to do with finding her, he thinks they’ll have more luck if she slips up and they can track her down.

Switching subjects again, Nate asks about the Drona project. After a question or two, Nate admits the Admiral told him about it. Callen realizes why he’s really been sent to see Nate. Callen asks what happens if he walks out. Nate thinks the Admiral will march him right back. Callen brings up he has cases and a partner who relies on him. Nate replies that everyone relies on Callen to operate at the best of his abilities.

Reviewing the locals, Fatima is sure two of Smith’s neighbors are having an affair. She jogs at the same time as another neighbor leaves the driveway. She runs around the block, up an alley and into the neighbor’s house. But there were no suspicious vehicles around the house. Shyla is monitoring animal shelters in case the dognapers found Boomer too hard to handle. Kensi arrives. They ask about Sam. Kensi fills them in – they all agree it sounds like Sam’s dad has Alzheimer’s. They think it is tough for Sam.

Going up to Ops, Kensi runs into Shyla, literally. With Sam, she was able to find his dad but she’s racing to see the Admiral because she found a bounty on Boomer on the dark web. $10,000 if he’s dead, $25,000 if he’s taken alive.

The Admiral wants CYBER to start tracing who put up the Boomer bounty post. He also is calling in a personal favor from NSA to get some of their people on it as well. Kensi points out that finding who posted it doesn’t mean they found who took Boomer. The Admiral agrees but it will give them the place where the dognapers would take Boomer.

As Kensi makes her way back to the bullpen, Fatima calls her over. Using doorbell footage, Fatima found a man pushing a shopping cart a block from Smith’s street. They think this is how they got Boomer out of the area. They need footage of Boomer being put into a vehicle.

Recalling what he did as part of the Drona project, Callen talks about flashes of memories, “slivers here and there.” He admits he’s having a hard time figuring what was real and what wasn’t. Nate tells Callen he spoke to some professional contacts about the project but just as with Callen’s FOIA request, “they threw this one in the vault.” Callen asks about Kilbride. Nate assures him that the Admiral is just looking out for the team. Callen wants to know why he’s being sent to Nate and not the others. The Admiral is worried about Callen. Callen asks why and Nate tells the truth: “He doesn’t want you melting down when you realize you’re the guinea pig of your adoptive mother – his words, not mine.” Callen finds it harsh and asks what Nate thinks. Nate thinks Callen deserves the truth of his existence.

In Smith’s neighborhood, Fatima is having no luck finding video footage. Either the neighbors are out or the ones who are home don’t have the doorbell cameras. Rountree arrives with a plate of cookies. An older neighbor insisted and according to Rountree, they are really good. Rountree offers to share but Fatima thinks he should be doing more than eating cookies. He has – cookie grandma turned over all the video from her surveillance system.

Going through the video, Shyla sees “the puppy poacher” load Boomer into the back of the SUV. She tries to get a license plate number but only gets a few letters. She holds a rather extended conversation with God, providing both sides. Shyla thinks she’s got this.

Kensi is joined by Fatima and Rountree in an auto shop/warehouse area. The owner of one of the auto shops may be the one who stole Boomer. If Boomer has cost the drug dealers millions in business, his $25,000 bounty is a bargain. Joseph Jones is the person of interest, who has more mug shots than the Kardashian has selfies. His record is mostly for crimes of profit, not violence. With no back-up except themselves, Kensi, Fatima and Rountree go in.

Walking into Ops, the Admiral is looking for a sit-rep. Shyla provides it. He asks if Shyla wishes she was with them. “Sometimes,” she replies. “Me too,” he agrees.

Kensi is going in alone through the back, Fatima and Rountree are at the frontgate. Making her way through a wall of tires, Kensi gets into the auto shop’s work bay. She asks for Joseph Jones and says “federal agents”. He comes out with an acetylene torch as a weapon. Enough with the federal agents.

As Fatima and Rountree pick the lock to get in through the frontgate, Kensi is struggling with Jones. The Admiral wants to know what is happening but Fatima gives him a “hang on a minute”. Exasperated, the Admiral tells Shyla this is what he has to put up with working with the team. When Jones gets the torch near Kensi, she is able to shut it off. Fatima and Rountree arrive. Fatima takes him down with the torch’s cord. The Admiral asks if he’s hung on long enough. He has. Checking for Boomer, sadly, no dog.

Questioning Jones, who isn’t helping, Kensi and Fatima want to know where Boomer is. Kensi explains he just attacked a federal agent. He’s been part of the kidnapping of a Marine dog and if that dog dies, Jones will be charged with felony murder. With his record, Jones is in a lot of trouble. Rountree is checking out Jones’s house but he says he doesn’t know anything about the dog. He’s unhappy they broke into his shop with guns. Kensi threatens to turn the torch back on. Jones asks Fatima if she heard Kensi’s threat. Fatima tells Kensi to get some fresh air – she has things under control. Jones calls Kensi high-strung as she leaves. Fatima barks “shut up” which Jones thinks is rude.

On the phone with Shyla, Kensi is told there are no big deposits in Jones’s bank account. Kensi tells Shyla it would be an all-cash deal. Checking his cell activity, Shyla can’t really use it. Rountree found some guns, drugs and cash at Jones’s home. While she’s checking the GPS in the vehicles on the lot to see if they can trace where Jones was that day, Kensi wants Rountree to check the cash for fingerprints – the prints may be from the person who put up the bounty. She sends the GPS files to Ops.

In Jones’s house, Rountree found a package for a dog muzzle, an odd purchase for a man who doesn’t own a dog. Rountree has some prints and he hopes they aren’t from a bank teller. The prints belong to a Brian Miller, who is likely muscle for whoever put up the bounty. Miller has a record of animal cruelty – dog fighting. Kensi wants Shyla to cross-reference any drug gangs with ties to dog fighting. Using the GPS locations from Jones’s dognapping SUV, see what gangs are in that area. Kensi wouldn’t mind getting Callen back in the field when Rountree returns to the auto shop.

While Nate is explaining repressed memories, Callen’s phone rings. Nate asks if everything is alright. It isn’t so duty calls. Callen asks if Nate can help him with repressed memories. “I can certainly try.” But “some memories are forgotten for a reason.”

Driving, Fatima asks a texting Rountree if everything is OK. He’s texting his sister. Fatima asks if Jordyn is talking to someone – a counselor. Rountree isn’t sure. Fatima thinks if Jordyn knew Rountree was seeing someone, maybe she’d do the same. Shyla calls. A gang called “The Ghost Soldiers” run by Nick Reed has been taking some major risks and making big money running drugs for the cartels. Smith and Boomer have done serious damage to the gang’s business. The gang is involved in a lot of bad things including dog fights. They paid to have Boomer kidnapped to get him off the streets to they can fight him.

Callen joins Kensi, Fatima and Rountree outside Reed’s house. A REACT team is nearby and Kensi has a plan. Backing the Audi into the vehicle outside of Reed’s house, Kensi causes some major damage. Pretending to be knocked out by putting her head on the horn, Kensi waits for Reed to come out of the house. He does, furious that Kensi wrecked his truck. Callen tells Fatima and Rountree to go into the house.

Kensi is about to call the police, it’s her fault, but Reed doesn’t want her to. As Fatima and Rountree look through the house, Kensi really pushes for calling the police. Reed makes it clear – no police.

Fatima and Rountree come across a meth lab inside the house. Fatima gets one guy in the lab but Rountree has a runner. Reed and Miller want Kensi to get out of the car but she’s playing scared. As they argue, Rountree and his runner come flying out the house’s front window. That gets Reed and Miller’s attention. Guns drawn, Callen and Kensi yell federal agents with Callen adding that now would be the time to make smart decisions. Dropping their guns, Reed and Miller make a smart decision.

The Miller backyard is full of angry, caged or chained dogs. Master Sergeant Boomer Hayes is found alone in back. Fatima asks “Are you ready to go home Marine?”

Kensi is waiting in the boatshed with Boomer. Smith comes running in and the two are happily reunited. Smith knows people think it is strange she’s so tight with Boomer but Kensi thinks it’s great. “In fact, I married my furry partner, though he’s more of a mutt.” She tells Smith it is more of an inside joke.

In the office, Rountree asks Fatima if he could talk to Nate about what happened. Fatima tells him that’s what Nate is for. Callen joins them, complimenting them on their work in the case. Walking to the bullpen, Callen asks Sam about what happened with his dad. The senior Hanna drove to the grocery store, forgot he took the car and started to walk home. He got lost on the way. Callen and Sam are both sad about the story. Callen asks Sam if he think he should get a dog. Sam doesn’t see Callen as a dog person – he never owned a dog. Callen doesn’t see himself as a cat person. Sam thinks Callen should think small. Maybe a goldfish, sea monkeys – “baby steps, G, baby steps.”

What head canon can be formed from here: We had Smith the dog handler versus Jones the dog thief – very common name battle today. Do wonder if Boomer was named after Daniela Ruah’s annual Super Bowl’s Greatest Commercials co-star.

It looked like a lot of people were out (Deeks) or only available with limited scenes (Callen and Sam). Kensi worked well with the newer team members. The case of the week was another evergreen story – the side stuff with Sam and his father, Callen and his past are all about this season but the bones of this episode and about 90% of the dialogue around the case could work in season two.

They did a good job not making the effects of Rountree being racially profiled not a one and done event.

Episode number: This is episode 296 overall and season 13’s 16th episode.

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riversofmars · 3 years

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I must offer you a prompt: River finding the Doctor asleep in a chair somewhere in the TARDIS

Thank you for the lovely prompt! It turned out a bit more emotional than planned... hope you didn’t need your heart anymore :’)

Rating: G

Gerne: angst, hurt/comfort

Word count: 1850

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“You sentimental idiot, you just couldn’t stay away could you.“ River stepped into the TARDIS and stopped in the doorway, surprised. The TARDIS had changed its appearance from when she had last seen it. Gone were the steel, the books cases, the walkways, the “round things“, as the Doctor liked to call them… Instead, large arms of crystal surrounded the console, giving off a warm yellow light.

“A new face then?“ River mused with a smirk and the TARDIS hummed in greeting and confirmation. “Honey, I’m home!“ She called out but there was no answer. Slowly, River made her way up to the console and pressed her hand to the crystal. “Nice to see you, too. Where is he then?“ The TARDIS hummed in response and River raised her eyebrows.

“Is that so?“ She grinned in excitement. “Now, I can’t wait to see that!“ The TARDIS wheezed again and River smiled. “To the study it is then.“

River crossed the console room and headed further into the TARDIS. The corridors hadn’t changed much and she found her way quite easily.

“Doctor?“ She knocked on the door of the study, announcing herself. The rest of the TARDIS was dead quiet. River frowned when she didn’t get a response and pushed the door open slowly. The first thing she noticed was the mess, books, photos, notes, all sorts of items, were spread out across the floor. She followed the trail of chaos with her eyes and finally spotted the Doctor behind the desk. She was fast asleep in the big leather chair. River smile softly and walked inside the room, careful not to tread on anything.

It was a change for sure. Milky skin, blonde hair, petite frame… River took a moment just to look at her. Her wife. What struck River more than the change of gender, however, was the fact that although she appeared younger than her previous body, she looked incredibly worn out and tired. There were dark shadows under her eyes and her pretty face was drawn into a deep frown. What had happened to her? And where was everyone else? She had not known the Doctor to travel alone and she had always advised them against it.

River crouched down to have a closer look at the things spread across the floor. She noticed the pictures first. Photos of all of the Doctor’s previous faces. Diary entries. Newspaper clippings. Database print offs. Books upon books from all sorts of planets and civilisations, passages highlighted. River picked up a few of them and every passage she read referred to the Doctor, some by name, some by description, some by only mentioning a mysterious traveller in a blue box. They were records of a life. The Doctor’s life. The many passages of it, spread all across time and space…

The Doctor mumbled unintelligibly in her sleep and River put the books down and looked back over to her. She looked uneasy, though she was fast asleep, her eyes flitting behind close eyelids, she was most likely dreaming. River frowned when the Doctor groaned, shifting positions, clearly uncomfortable.

It was rare to see the Doctor asleep at all. Even when they had stayed together on Darillium, the Doctor rarely slept. He had always insisted he didn’t need as much sleep as humans did but River had always known that there was more to it. It was about the dreams that came when he had least expected them. Of the people he couldn’t save. Of the destruction he had seen. The suffering. His own failures. Everything he had been through throughout the course of his many lives. It had taken a toll and when he was awake and busy, he wouldn’t think of it, but when he did finally close his eyes, the nightmares came more often than not. In their twenty-four years together, things had gotten better. By the end, they would go to sleep together and River would hold the Doctor and they would both sleep, much better than either of them had in all their lives.

Looking at the Doctor now, River's heart sank. What had happened to them since Darillium? For River, it hadn’t been long at all, she had only just gotten back to Luna University after twenty-four years of bliss, but for the Doctor… she looked so much older, so worn out and tired. Something had happened to her.

River made her way over to her wife.

“No, don’t do it…“ The Doctor mumbled uneasily and River paused for a moment. Should she wake her? She clearly needed to rest, it looked as if she had been working on something until her body had finally given in to its exhaustion… but it wasn’t exactly a restful sleep, was it?

“Sweetie?“ River said softly and gently moved the chair around.

“No, please.“ The Doctor whimpered. “Help…“

“It’s okay, I’m here, Sweetie.“ River felt her hearts break. There was a sort of desperation in her wife’s voice that she had never heard before. Maybe she would be able to rest more easily in her bed, away from all this.

River glanced to the papers on the desk. Hand-drawn diagrams, timelines… the Doctor’s own timeline… interrupted by large gaps and voids, question marks and barely legible notes and theories… River shook her head to herself. The Doctor would have to tell her when she was ready, there was no point in theorising what this was about. She turned away from the notes and back to her wife who was whimpering in her sleep.

Carefully, River wrapped her arms around her and scooped her up into her arms. She was light enough and easy to carry.

“It’s alright, Sweetie, it’ll be fine.“ River whispered and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head that was now resting against her chest. The Doctor gave a sigh in her sleep and River felt a bit better as she seemed to relax a little in her arms. “Let’s get you to bed, Darling.“ River hummed as she carried her across the messy floor, away from the obvious source of her discomfort.

The TARDIS hummed in approval around them as River carried the Doctor to her bedroom.

“You came here on purpose, didn’t you?“ River whispered and the space time machine hummed again in confirmation. The Doctor was in a bad place and she needed her wife.

“Here we are…“ In no time at all, River pushed open the door to her wife’s bedroom. It was just as messy as the study but in a more comforting way. There were photo albums spread across the floor. Smiling pictures of the Doctor’s many friends and travel companions looking up at them. River carried her to the bed and stalled for a moment. One half of the bed was covered in pictures too and she had to fight hard to keep her composure. They were all pictures of River herself. Some with, some without the Doctor, covering the side of the bed that she always used to sleep on when she had stayed in the TARDIS.

Gently, she placed the Doctor on the bed and then leaned over to have a closer look at the pictures. Half of them, she had never even seen before or had been aware of them being taken. There were newspaper clippings too, from scientific journals she had published in and such. River felt tears welling up in her eyes, getting a sense of the Doctor’s loneliness.

“River…?“ River snapped out of her thoughts when the Doctor mumbled her name. She looked down and met her glance of sleepy confusion.

“Yes, Sweetie, I’m here.“ River replied softly and sat on the side of the bed brushing her wife’s hair out of her face as she slowly came round.

“You’re not really here, are you?“ The sadness and disbelief in the Doctor’s eyes made River’s hearts break all over again.

“I’m really here.“ She reassured her and reached for her hand. “The TARDIS turned up… I thought you’d come to wave me off… or to steel me away for another adventure before I go… but I found you fast asleep.“ She explained.

“You’re alive?“ The Doctor mumbled and River chuckled.

“Of course I am, silly.“ River bopped her nose. “But you don’t exactly look well… what happened?“ She asked, her voice full of concern. She gave her hand a squeeze.

“I…“ The Doctor couldn’t find words. How was she going to explain what she had been through since they’d last met? How was she going to tell her about all the lies of the timelords, about the timeless child, about the destruction of Gallifrey? And all in the little time they had before River would go to the Library. The Doctor chocked up, she squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to think about how close River was to meeting her inevitable fate. She couldn’t think about it, it would overwhelm and break her.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Darling.“ River noticed the change in her demeanour immediately, recognising the mental strain, the inability to face whatever she was thinking about. Quickly she lay down next to her and gathered her into her arms. “It’s okay, Sweetie, I’m here.“ She whispered gently kissing her forehead, running her fingers through her hair soothingly, as she had so many times on Darillium. “We don’t have to talk about it, we can just lie here.“ She reassured her kissing her cheek, her temple, her hair, she held her close and the Doctor clung on to her. She dug her nails into her arms, into her back, just to hold on as tightly as she could and it broken River’s hearts.

“River.“ The Doctor whimpered and River cradled her wife’s head against her chest, kissing the top of her head, so she wouldn’t see the tears welling up in her own eyes, for seeing the state her wife was in.

“Whatever it is, it’ll be fine.“ She assured her, kissing and stroking her hair, again and again. Her eyes fell on the photos on the bed again and she noticed how wrinkled some of them were, stained with tears. “I’ve got you, my love.“

“I can’t sleep without you next to me.“ The Doctor sobbed into her chest, she shook her head in desperation. How was she supposed to do this by herself? How was she supposed to deal with the things thrown her way when she couldn’t turn to her wife for strength and comfort. She hadn’t had a restful night’s sleep since Darillium and now, she needed her rest so very much.

“I’m here now, Darling.“ River whispered. “Get some rest, I’ll be here when you wake up.“

“Promise?“ The Doctor’s voice was weak and desperate.

“Always.“ River held her tightly. “I could do with a good night’s sleep too, before going off on that expedition…“

“I love you, River.“ The Doctor whimpered, as if River’s words were hurting her even more and River took a deep breath, trying to compose herself.

“I love you too, Sweetie. Rest now.“

#Doctor who #fanfiction #River song #thirteen #thirteenth doctor #space wives #river x thirteen #thirteen/river #femslash #hurt/comfort #angst #emotional #otp #the towers sang and you cried #yowzah #timeless child

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gwil-lee · 7 years

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happy ever after doesn't mean forever it just means time

#dwedit #rdedit #doctor x river #doctor who #alex kingston #matt smith #peter capaldi #otp: the towers sang and you cried #batb lyrics #my stuff

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ko-chan-the-blueberry-donut · 5 years

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Karma

Summary: Futaba gets more than what she bargained for when she proposes Akechi is gay. Futaba/Goro

Disclaimer: I don’t Persona 5

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“He’s gotta be gay.”

The other phantom thieves looked towards their youngest member curiously, blinking several times, not quite getting her statement.

“What?” Akira asked her. Futaba rolled her eyes.

“Akechi—he’s gotta be gay.” Futaba repeated. Everyone blinked at her before Ryuji starting snickering into his coffee, trying in vain to hold in his laughter.

“That’s… interesting.” Makoto was able to voice out.

“How do you know?” Ann asked. Futaba scoffed.

“Come on! Don’t tell me you guys haven’t realized it! He’s always coming in here to flirt with Akira! I’ve been watching them dance around each other and I’m waiting for my OTP to become canon!”

Akira dropped the mug he was cleaning while Ryuji spat out his coffee, laughing obnoxiously. Even the rest of the Phantom Thieves looked amused.

“F-Flirt?” Akira parroted. Futaba wagged a finger, grinning.

“Come onnnnn. He’s never once ogled Makoto, Haru, or Ann! And don’t deny it boys! I know you guys done it!” Here Yusuke, Ryuji, and Akira spluttered, faces turning red. The three mentioned girls blushed prettily at the thought of Akira ogling them.

“I-I would never degrade myself with something so improper!” Yusuke exclaimed. Futaba gave him a deadpan look.

“Says the guy who has entire drawing collections of these three.” She voiced. Now it was Makoto, Haru, and Ann turn to splutter, turning their glares onto Yusuke. He shrunk down in the booth, sweating at the women eyeing him.

“It’s purely for artistic purposes I swear!” Yusuke cried as they proceed to wail on him.

“Ha! Serves you right, Yusuke! You know our ladies are fierce!” Ryuji was dying with how much he was laughing. Futaba’s grin grew even wider.

“So I guess those pictures I found on your phone are just for art as well, Ryuji?” Futaba sang sung and the three angry women turned their attention to the blonde next. He waved his hands in front of him rapidly.

“She’s lying! I respect each and every one of you!” now it was Ryuji’s turn to fight off the girls trying to get his phone. Meanwhile Futaba busied herself with stealing Ryuji and Yusuke’s curry as Akira sighed, sliding into their empty spots. He gave her a stern look.

“You just love to tease everyone, don’t you?” he scolded, but Futaba knew he wasn’t really mad. He could never be mad at her. Futaba grinned maniacally, rubbing her hands together.

“It’s more fun that way! Life’s too short to not torment one’s friends.” Futaba answered gleefully. Akira eyed her in disapproval.

“One day it’s going to bite you in the butt, you know.” Akira remarked. Futaba shrugged.

“Oh hush, no one can out-tease me! Now, back to the matter at hand, Akira, when are you and Akechi gonna tie the knot? Do you think he’s going to confess to you? Ohhh won’t it be cute if you do some cheesy stuff like kiss in the rain?” Futaba snickered. Suddenly, Akira smirked, seeing something behind her.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask Akechi yourself?” Akira grinned. Futaba stopped laughing, blinking and turned to see Goro Akechi, the one and only detective prince giving her a stern look. She paled, wondering why Akechi suddenly seemed scary.

Akechi then smiled his usual polite smile, but Futaba still felt wary. There was something about Akechi that seemed off. She hoped he was just annoyed with work and not because he heard her.

“I’m sorry, what was that you were saying about me and Akira kissing, Sakura?” Akechi asked nicely, but Futaba felt warning bells go off into her head. So much for not hearing her…

“Errr… ummm…” Futaba unintelligently replied. Akechi moved closer to her, and Akira smirked.

“I’ll leave this gremlin to you Akechi. Hey guys, let’s go up to my room.” Akira called to the others. They saw Akechi looking down at Futaba, and they knew the navigator was finally caught. Not arguing, they dragged Ryuji and Yusuke’s unconscious bodies upstairs. When the door clicked, signifying she was on her own, Futaba nervously laughed.

“I-I was just joking Akechi! I always tease everybody.” Futaba tried to show no offense, but what scared her is that Akechi smirked, eyeing her darkly. Futaba gulped, backing up into the booth. Akechi came closer, kneeling into the booth.

“So my sexuality is interesting to you?” he said smoothly, looking sadistically delighted at her squirming. Futaba blushed.

“W-well! I mean! You never look at Makoto, Ann, or Haru so I just assumed…”

Here his eyes turned hungry and his smile was predatory, making her heart race. Why did he look like he wanted to eat her up?

“Perhaps someone else suits my tastes better? Did that occur to you?” he asked her, still with that smooth voice of his. Futaba felt the effects from his maxed-out charm intensely. Akechi crawled closer to her, lifting a gloved hand to finger her cheek. Futaba gulped as Akechi smirked wider.

“O-oh? W-w-who?” Futaba stuttered out. Akechi inched his face closer, his lips so close to hers, but before Futaba could freak out, he turned his lips towards her ear, one of his hands snaking up to her neck where he cradled her head and the other on her hip, drawing circles into her flesh under her shirt. Futaba blushed brighter.

“Oh, you know, she’s pretty mischievous. She likes to tease others, but it seems when it’s her turn, she turns into a shy mouse.” His tongue darted out and it licked her earlobe. Futaba gasped as Akechi started placing open mouthed kiss on her throat, biting and sucking lightly.

“I-I’m not a mouse!” Futaba protested, her breath hitching when Akechi found a sensitive spot to suck on. He chuckled, sucking the spot even harder. Futaba was sure all the blood vessels in her face were going to burst soon. “A-A-Akechi! That’s going to leave a mark!” she cried.

“Good.” He told her bluntly. His hand at her waist went under her shirt, caressing more of her skin, teasing just below her chest. Futaba gasped. “Then people will know you’re mine.”

“I didn’t agree to this!” Futaba whined, but it was cut short by a moan escaping her as Akechi towered over her, tilting her head so their mouths could meet. He ravished her mouth, tongue caressing hers possessively. Futaba squeaked.

Yup. Those blood vessels must’ve burst by now.

Futaba didn’t know what to do. She’s never kissed anyone. Akechi dominated her, aggressively wrestling her tongue with his. Video games did not prepare her for this! She shyly stroked his tongue back as her adrenaline went into overload while Akechi continue to pet her. He growled appreciatively at her response. He ripped off one of his gloves roughly, his bare hand now caressing under her breasts, skin on skin. Futaba felt hot all over, as his other hand clutched at her hair.

‘Dating sims did not prepare me for this. Dating sims did not prepare me for this. Datingsimsdidnotpreparemeforthis!!!’

“Wrap your arms around me, little mouse.” Akechi took his hand out from under her shirt and grasped one of her wrists. Futaba numbly followed, her brain pretty much short circuited already, wrapping her arms around his neck, playing with his hair a little. Akechi smirked down at her flushed face. His usual princely smile came upon his face then, laughing at her softly. “You’re so cute.”

“T-Then I can go?” Futaba asked in a daze. Akechi’s eyes darkened and Futaba knew her answer. He inched his face closer to hers, frowning.

“Now, little mouse, I have to teach you a lesson first. Not noticing my affection? I can forgive that. You’re too sheltered after all. But to outright say I’m after Joker needs to get itself out of your head as fast as possible. And the only way to do that is to stake my claim on you.” Akechi told her menacingly. Futaba gulped, feeling dizzy from his personality changes.

“Don’t I get a say in this?!” Futaba exclaimed.

“Considering you haven’t pushed me away once already tells me your answer.” Akechi smirked. Futaba spluttered.

“B-but! You maxed out your charm! It feels too good! You must have a cheat code!” Futaba cried, pointing at him. Akechi looked downright amused.

“I maxed out my charm, huh? Is it stronger than Joker’s?” Akechi teased, but Futaba could see if she picked the wrong one, there would be consequences. Futaba face was practically glowing. How have her blood vessels not burst yet???

“I-I’m not the best judge here.” Futaba tried to weasel out of the question, and her answer made Akechi’s face darken again. Futaba cursed herself. Akechi pinned her down on the booth again, biting harder on the sensitive spot on her neck.

“It seems I need to do more convincing for my little mouse to give me the correct answer.” He bit down and Futaba winced, knowing there would definitely be a bruise there. He licked the spot gently, soothing her. She slid her hands over his chest and Akechi gave a growl of approval, using a hand to cup her ass and pull her closer to him. Futaba felt every muscle he had as they rubbed against each other, and it did nothing to stop the harsh beating of her heart. On the contrary, it only served to make her more hot and bothered.

Akechi rejoining their lips didn’t help her sensory overlord either. She could smell only him. She could feel only him. She could taste only him. Her senses, her very being, was dominated by Goro Akechi and it felt so good that she felt she was going to explode, and she wasn’t sure if any revival spell could bring her back.

She snaked her hands up shyly, playing with his hair softly, an attempt to stay grounded, but even touching the skin on the back of his neck with her hands electrified her as well as him. His hand tightened on her ass as they rubbed against each other. Was she affecting him in the way he was her? Did she make his entire being ignite like an inferno with every brush of friction like he was doing to her?

As if sensing her dazed state, Akechi parted from her, staring down at her curiously. Futaba stared back, sure she was in another world, because there was no way these feelings were of this world.

Her hands reached up, cupping his cheeks, surprising Akechi before Futaba smashed their lips together clumsily, her inexperience clear. However, it didn’t matter to Akechi, who groaned in pleasure and leaned her back against the booth softly. His gloveless hand came up, caressing her neck and cheek tenderly, before slowly parting from her mouth the final time. They stared at each other, panting, unsure of what to do now.

After a few moments, Akechi seemed to have decided she had enough torment, and separated from her painstakingly slow. He stood up, replacing his glove on his hand, never taking his eyes away from Futaba, laying there, blushing prettily just for him. Not Joker.

The beast inside him was sated for now, but he knew he’d come back for her, and make her fully his. He was too greedy—too selfish—to let her out of his clutches now that he’s gotten a taste. She shouldn’t have kissed him like that. She shouldn’t have given affection.

Now he can’t let her go.

Masking his feelings, he gave her a polite grin, holding out a hand to her to help her up.

“I think you’ve kept Akira and the others waiting long enough, Sakura. I just wanted to stop by, but I’ll be heading out now.” He told her in his usual princely attitude. Futaba took his hand shakily, not easily recovered from his passion like he was. He was careful to not pull her to him again. If he got his arms around her, he’d steal her away forever.

“T-Thanks.” Futaba said, the aftereffects of their kisses leaving her body humming. She watched Akechi go before wobbling up the steps towards Akira’s room. She opened the door to see her comrades.

The Phantom Thieves took one look at her, registering the pretty blush, the multiple love bites on her neck, the dazed expression, and couldn’t help but grin.

“So… Futaba.” Akira started, grinning teasingly. “Is Akechi gay?”

Futaba just fainted.

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There you go! My first Aketaba! I hope you guys liked it! Let me know if you want me to write more Akechi/Futaba!

#goro x futaba #akechi x futaba #goro akechi #futaba sakura #persona 5 #crack ship #aketaba #persona 5 fanficiton #futago

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avatarmerida · 5 years

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Newlyweds

Hey hey hey there @randomlyopeneddictionary I’m your @fmasecretsanta2018 You mentioned that EdWin is your OTP and truthfully I’ve never written anything focusing on them, but I gave it my best shot! Hope you like it and happy holidays fam!!

"Hurry up Al, we can’t be late!” hollered Ed as he quickly ran up the hill, nearly dropping the suitcase he carried.

“I’m trying brother!” responded Alphonse frantically. “But it’s so windy! I’m worried I’ll get blown away!”

“Try harder!” panted Ed, struggling to hide his own struggling. “I told Winry we’d be there by now and your detour made us late!”

“Don’t yell at me brother!” cried Alphonse. “I told you, I didn’t know that cat was pregnant!”

“Yeah, well I’m glad we got to find that out AFTER YOU LET HER SLEEP ON MY COAT!” exclaimed Ed, shuddering at the thought of the stains on his favorite jacket, tucked away in his suitcase.

“Oh, get over it!” scoffed Al. “Winry will understand if we’re an hour late, we had to take the later train!”

“Well, uh, we’re not an hour late,” muttered Edward.

“Yes we are,” said Al. “We were supposed to be here at 4, and it’s not even quite 5 yet.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” admitted Ed. “Except I didn’t tell Winry to be here at 4…”

“Why not?”

“She’s been working on that new series of auto-mail and you know how she get when she starts working.” laughed Ed, nervously. “So I figured she’d leave late anyway, and if I told her an earlier time she’d get there on time…”

“Brother, when did you tell Winry to meet us?”

“10 AM!” exclaimed a very angry Winry as soon as she saw the Elric brothers enter.

“Hi Winry,” whispered Ed, avoiding the fire in her eyes.

“I woke up at 7am to catch the 8am train to ride 2 hours to get here the whole time worrying I’m going to be late!” she yelled. “And then when I get here I don;’ see you or Al so I figure okay they’re a little late, that's fine so I wait a few minutes and that turns into 7 HOURS!”

“We, uh, had to catch a later train?” tried Edward.

“Oh I bet!” screamed Winry, towering over the boy. “Because it turns out your reservation wasn’t even until 4! WHAT THE HELL, ED?”

“Winry I’m so sorry it’s all my fault!” wailed Alphonse to no avail.

“Oh no, don’t even try it Al; this has Ed written all over it!”

“Okay, okay I’m sorry!” exclaimed Edward, desperately. “Look, I’ll buy you a new wrench to say I’m sorry, okay?”

“Oh no,” began Winry, the fire in her eyes becoming more controlled but just as dangerous. “You’re going to buy me a new wrench and the new high end chrome bolts and you’ll pay to have a new sign commissioned for the shop!”

“What? Are you crazy, do you know how many cens that’ll cost?!” “Couple thousand for every hour I had to wait, seems fair.”

“WHAT? I-.”

“Brother, we both know you’re going to do it so can we just check in already?” pleaded Alphonse. “I can’t take anymore of this bickering!”

“Fine,” grumbled Ed as Winry’s face became bright and smug and the trio made their way over to the main desk.

“How may I help you?” Greeted the round faced lady sitting behind the desk with a large smile.

“We’re the Elrics, the city officials set aside some rooms for us?” Said Ed.

“Yes of course,” said the woman, looking over the paper in front of her, and then looked up and noticed Winry. “And who is this?”

“Oh, this is my mechanic, Winry. She’ll be staying with us.”

“Oh, I’m afraid that’s not possible,” replied the concierge. “The council has very specific rules when requesting alchemists, all housing funds and reimbursements can be used on hired alchemists and immediate family only.”

“That’s fine, we’ll just get her another room.”

“We’re all booked up I’m afraid.”

“What?” Exclaimed Ed. “Come on, she’s-.”

“Oh Ed, you’re so silly,” interrupted a Winry sweetly, taking him by the arm. “It’s still so new, you keep forgetting. Yes I’m his mechanic but I’m also his wife.”

“Huh?” gasped Ed nervously.

“Yes, I’m his wife,” continued Winry with an upbeat smile. “We’re newlyweds see, so I’m also entitled to the free and luxurious hotel room.”

“And I was the best man!” chimed in Al, mostly for his own satisfaction.

“Uh, yeah,” said Ed, seeing her point. “We’re married so let’s get out of here and go up to the room.”

“Goodness me is this your honeymoon?” the concierge squealed.

“Uh yeah, I guess,” muttered Ed, looking towards the ceiling his face becoming as red as his jacket.

“Oh how sweet,” the woman continued. “Ya know, how about I upgrade you to the honeymoon suite? We don’t get alot of newlyweds down here, so it’s hardly ever used. “

“No, that’s fine,” said Ed quickly becoming even more flustered, much to Winry’s delight.

“Oh I insist!”

“Why thank you so much!” smiled Winry, resting her head on Ed’s shoulder. “I can’t imagine anything more romantic! Isn’t that right Eddy bear?” Ed didn’t respond, feeling Winry’s teasing eyes on him as well as the smugness Al was sending him sensing his obvious discomfort.

“Oh yeah, they’re super in love,” offered Al. “I always feel like such a third wheel.”

“Not helping Al,” whispered his brother, angrily.

“They’re always holding hands and laughing…”

“Oh yeah, that’s us!” giggled Winry, her thoughts consumed with getting to the comfy bed awaiting her and a long, hot bath.

“...and kissing.” finished Al, his voice full of deviance.

Both Winry and Ed’s eyes widened in shock as they caught onto what Al was doing. Winry loosened her grip on Ed as her face turned a shade similar to his and her fake husband began to laugh loudly and nervously.

“Yeah okay we really should be headed up now,” said Ed. “So much to do, getting started with our research, plus I need my leg adjusted, hehe... Actinium, Aluminium, Americium. Antimony...”

“Oh yes, why don’t you give her a kiss before you head on up?” sang the woman. “It truly warms my heart seeing two young lovers staring their lives together.”

“Oh, you know it’s been a long day...” rambled WInry.

“My breath smells really bad...” added Ed.

“We’re not much for public displays of affection...”

“Her breath smells really bad...”

“Oh hush, you two are obviously so in love I bet you’re dying to do it!” she insisted.

“Yeah, go ahead you two,” teased Alphonse. “I mean, what married couple finds it odd to kiss right after their wedding? I mean, it would seem extremely suspicious and could jeopardize the nice room this marriage allowed you to have...”

“We get it Al,” said Ed through clenched teeth, then turned his attention to Winry whose smile had went from bubbly to distressed. He bit his lip, knowing the hole they had so quickly dug for themselves was not getting any better with time. Knowing that overthinking it would only drag on this situation and there was no going back. So he he summoned any pride he had left and shoved it aside as he lunged forward and quickly touch Winry’s lips with his.

The contact was light and barely lasted two seconds but it was enough to send to two friends into a tizzy. Winry’s hand quickly covered her mouth as she began to sputter and she couldn’t think of much else to do but walk towards the stairs. She stared at the floor as she whispered things to herself that neither Ed nor Al could hear.

Ed stood in his place, equally flustered as the delighted lady handed him the room keys.

“Oh, you to are just so cute!” she sighed. “Don’t hesitate to let us know if you need anything at all. Enjoy your stay!”

Ed just nodded and slowly followed Winry to the stairs, his brother following behind practically having to push him.

“Oh we will,” responded Al, enjoying every second of the awkwardness. “I get to have my own room.

#edwin #fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist secret santa #@randomlyopeneddictionary #winry rockbell #edward elric

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cachekakusu · 6 years

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K, so ya girl made the trip to see Anastasia on Broadway because WHY THE FUCK NOT also I needed a much needed vacation lmaooo (RIP MY $$$ but I’m here for a good time, not a long time!!! And worth going to see the show alone!) I also saw it twice because I’m so Extra(TM). But anyway, here be a reallllyy looooooong ass flail-y recap and thoughts for prosperity!!! I’m also combining both nights because I can!!!

So the first night, I sat center orchestra so I can IMMERSE MYSELF IN THE SHOW and the second time, I sat mezzanine right and HONESTLY the theatre is so small that as long as you’re not super to the side, you’ll get an amazing view wherever you are.

ACT I

When the EMPRESS WALKS IN, THAT SHIT SPARKLED LIKE A FUCKING THOUSAND DIAMONDS!?!?!? WOW LINDA CHO WAS ROBBED. The audience also gasped audibly during her entrance

People laughed when they took pictures IDK WHY IT’S SO FUNNY KJDSFS

The Attack (as I’m dubbing it) is so intense and visually stunning, especially the end

Also the “In The Dark of the Night” melody playing!!!!

I also loved the Romanov Sisters “AAAAAHHHHHHH” before the run away

Ok MAX AS GLEB!!! I LOVED HIM he really was more awkward and less poised than Ramin was, at least in front of Anya but just as terrifying and intimidating. I thought he was also funnier sdjfhdsjkhf. The tone of voices were pretty similar too so it was kind of easier to focus on his portrayal, which was amazing overall.

Uhhh once Dmitry comes out, you can’t stop looking at him. JAWLINE. And also he gesticulates a lot sjkfskjj.

Christy really forreal literally has a sparkle in her eye whenever she sings and it’s amazing to witness SHE REALLY IS SUCH A SPECIAL PERFORMER

ISTG, one of these days Derek and John are forreal gonna end up flipping Christy over when they lift her THEY ALMOST DID THE SECOND NIGHT AND I WAS STRESSEDT you legit could see her feet up in the air lmfaaooao

After Anya chases off those hooligans, she points the stick at Dmitry and says, “Come at me, I won’t hurt you.” in this playful almost flirty voice and it gave me......thoughts......

DEREK GETS SO SWEATY AT THE END OF MY PETERSBURG AND IT’S SO FUNNY KFHSKJF also he kind of warbled the last note in both nights but I find it kind of endearing lmao bless him

There are a number of moments where Dmitry just kind of stares at Anya and then kind of catches himself and shakes himself out of it and it’s adorable like “hahahahaha idiot you’re falling in loooooooooooooove”

Uhhh OUAD is even more amazing because the ghost projections extend to the sides of the theatre so like SENSORY OVERLOAD I cried metaphorically

Watching the ensemble is so fun, when you can look away from Derek/Christy for a few seconds (WHICH IS HARD TO DO) lmfaoo, and in “We’ll go from There”, when it’s Dmitry’s turn to sing and he’s just hanging on the train rails, I was watching the two smoker girls (one played by Lyrica aka Odette/Ballerina), and at first, they have these disgusted looks that slowly turn into “Oh no, he’s hot” and LYRICA ESPECIALLY had that “gosh, he’s actually really cute” AND IT’S HILARIOUS (and I told Lyrica when I met her at stagedoor and she laughed a lot, saying she and Sarah have a lot of fun doing that scene)

OTP: DMITRY x BATHTUBS FOREVER

Stay, I Pray You gets me on a deep personal level because the immigrant connection is real (”You are all I know. You have raised me.” WHEN WILL I NOT CRY!?!?!?) , also I love numbers where everyone just sings classic choral style also the harmonies at the end PHEW

Also CONSTANTINE’S VOCALS

Journey to the Past. No words tbh other than MAGICAL.

ACT II

PARIS HOLD THE KEY TO YOUR HEART IS SO FUN AND THE ELEVATOR RIDE UP TO THE EIFFEL TOWER IS SO FUCKING FUN!!!

I appreciate Land of Yesterday so much more as a visual performance because Caroline O’Connor is amazing. Her wit and her PHYSICAL STAMINA

MBP is one regal HBIC and Close the Door made me EMO

TCATCM is always such a hoot and John and Caroline are amazing together, the audience really just eats it up

IN A CROWD!!!! OF FUCKING THOUSANDS!!!!

I love arm

Christy’s delivery of “I remember” has gotten much softer it seems, and then they both kind of stare at each other for awhile, as if really realizing who each other is before they CRASH INTO EACH OTHER RIP ME

both gasp lightly between “I’d find you....” “again”

*cue the disappointed sounds of the audience when Dmitry pulls back. SAME, MY DUDES*

also they both let out really audible gasps before Dmitry pulls back and it’s so !!!!!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!!?!?!?

When Dmitry kneels down, the background turns into this starry sky AND THE FULL EFFECT OF IT IS BEAUTIFUL AND I WAS AWESTRUCK

I always get so emo when character’s leitmotifs play but ANYWAYS when the Dowager came out, you can tell she just looked so done and tired AND IT BROKE MY HEART (she looked regal af though)

When Dmitry comes RUNNING OUT and just kind of looks around and you know he’s searching for Anya THE silly boy and then Vlad spots him and he’s fixing him up while he acts like a disgruntled son lmflaks

ANYA’S ENTRANCE IN THE ICONIC BLUE DRESS fuck, the sparkles on that dress is so mesmerizing and SHE WAS GLOWING but she only had eyes for Dmitry right when she found him and has this fond look on her face AND SDKJFHSKJ SHE LOVES HIM FLALSMA

(release “When She Walks In”, you cowards!)

I didn’t really cry cuz during both performances (I was TOO HAPPY TO SEE THIS ALL COME TO LIFE BEFORE MY EYES) BUT I did get super emotional when Vlad sang “Meant to Be” becaue HE JUST LOOKED SO HEARTBROKEN FOR BOTH HIS CHILDREN!?!?!?

QUARTET AT THE BALLET is one of my favorites AND I LOSE MY SHIT EVERY TIME!!!! Also LYRICA!!!!! What an amazing dancer and I found it really nice that it was a show within a show and they had their own curtain call for this

Seriously, which of the writers hates Cleveland sdkjfhsdjkfh that joke will never not be funny

DEREK’S CRESCENDO AND DESCRESCENDO IN ETW!! BITCH!!!!

Also, DMITRY BOUGHT ANYA A FUCKING DOLL!?!!? WHY IS HE LIKE THIS!?!?!? Let me stare off into space while I continue to process that information

Uh, when Dmitry checks in on the Dowager and Anya during their reunion, he has a little smile on his face before he angstily walks away (and out of Anya’s life forever!!! Or so he thought, haha that fool)

The Anya/Gleb confrontation is always such a cool and emotional scene, especially when the Romanov ghosts also step back behind

After Gleb decides to let Anya go, and the Romanovs/Officers leave and you see them carry a body, as if physically and metaphorically burying the past IT’S SO. WOW. HAUNTING AND EVOCATIVE AND I THINK ABOUT IT A LOT

When Anya finds Dmitry and he kind of takes her in for a bit before going all emo on her and Anya kind of has this fond smile before getting all sad once he says, “I can’t be in love with someone I can’t have for the rest of my life” like GOD, YOU’RE A FOOL BUT I LOVE YOU!?!?!?

“*softly* I’m not your prince, Anya.”

*cue my tears*

THE KISS!!! SO MUCH CHEERING And lmao whenever Christy grabs his suitcase to step on it, IT’S SO HILARIOUS because even in her heels she’s almost eye level with Derek (a real testament to how big of a height difference they have)

After Dmitry pulls away, they both have dazed smiles on and kind of look at each other for a beat longer RIP ME

EVEN AFTER ANYA TAKES HIS ARM AND THEY KEEP SMILING AT EACH OTHER AND IT’S SOOO!!! CUTE!!! I LOVE ROMANCE!!!

The finale gets me so emo, the Dowager’s “Still...” and her opening the music box AND THE ROMANOV SPIRITS ALL COME OUT AND THEN THEY ALL ROTATE LIKE AN ACTUAL MUSIC BOX!!!! IT’S BEAUTIFUL

Also the bridge in the background changes from being real, to a PAINTING as if to really add to the fairytale effect of DIMYA WALKING TO THEIR FUTURE and then when it goes, “Far away...” IT CHANGES TO A SNOWY SCENE AND I!!! LOSE MY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stage door. K so honestly, I appreciate all of them so much they are all so nice and gracious AND DESERVE ALL THE LOVE AND PRAISE!!!!

Max was so nice (SUPER HANDSOME) and I told him that he was really funny as Max and he laughed skdjskjf

Nicole came out next and she’s adorable, protect her forever!!!!

Lyrica is WOW BEAAUTIFUL TBH and I told her she’s an amazing dancer and she said how she has so much fun doing the ballet (also she has the most legible signature and I respect that lmaoo)

Caroline O’Connor is a delight and is so nice and I told her that I love her jokes and her high kicks skjfhskdjfh and she laughed and she thanked me for buying the program lmfaoo that was cute

Mary Beth also came out and is so elegant and precious and Zach was following after her because he was carrying some box (??? hers??? WHO KNOWS)

I’m lame and exclaimed, “You’re the music box!!!” when it was Zach’s turn to sign and he was all, “How did you know!?!?!? We have an avid fan over here, guys!” sdkjfhskjfh and I honestly would love to see his Dima cuz he’s really witty and a good egg.

I told John that he was the real winner in my heart and he laughed and said how they really enjoy making the vlogs and I jokingly asked when the next season was and he was very ;)))) about it SO THAT’S EXCITING BECAUSE I WANT MORE ROYAL MISFITS FOREVER!!! I also told him he deserved a full pack of gum sjkfhsjk and he said that he doesnt even like gum sjkdfsh

Derek is unreal beautiful and lmao the thirst for him by everyone is real but he’s so nice with everyone. I just told him that his vocals in Quartet are particularly amazing sdfjhsjkfh and he laughed adorably (ok, everything he does is adorable lbr). I was kind of a mess trying to take a pic with him but he was really patient while I got my shit together and flkaoska he’s so tall he had to crouch down quite a bit (sorry for my shortness, my dude). Anyway, both pics turned out slightly blurry because???? He just has that effect, I guess!

Christy went last and lmao, I wonder if they purposely plan it that way now because of how long she takes interacting with each fan. Even the security guard was impressed with how much she loves doing the stage door lmao. She really is as precious as you expect and I pretty much babbled my love for Anastasia and for her AT her because SHE’S EVERYTHING AND IS A LITERAL PRINCESS and emanates so much love and kindness. I asked for a pic and I’m such an awkward ass turtle, trying to decide which way would provide better lighting lmao she offered to do hold the phone instead and I didn’t even realize she was taking so many pics lmao. Then I told her I loved her and thanked her for being THE BEST ANASTASIA A FAN CAN HOPE FOR and we hugged and she thanked me for coming and told me my hair smelled good sdkjfskf. The second night is when I gave her my gift (lmao, it’s supposed to be a giant easter egg that I painted with some candy in it but the top half came off when she was taking it out, hence why she’s only holding half of it in the picture akhad) and she’s honestly like a little kid with how excited she was about it and even held it out so the other peeps could see lolol. She saw the treats inside and I told her how I know she loves snacking and she kind of went on about the pocki sticks she was eating backstage (which she pronounces, “poke-y” lmaoo so I didn’t know what she was talking about til like, a day later) and how they’re so addicing lmao I love one (1) backstage snacker. And she keeps saying how they have the best fans and I’m like, “UH!!! YOU GUYS DESERVE IT, HONESTLY!!!!” and she does the “Awwww!!!” face (y’all know the one). OH she also tried guessing where I was from but I kind of blurted it out before she could and she was so “SEE, I WAS GONNA SAY ‘CALIFORNIA’! I shouldn’t have even asked!” lmao. I gushed at her again, thanked her and probably told her I loved her again before I finally said goodbye lmao.

I’m probably missing a lot of stuff, honestly it’s a blur and I’m trying to finish this up before I pass out from a food coma but ANYWAYS! 20/10 would fucking recommend, I love this musical so goddamn much and the cast and literally every one involved they’re all so talented and it will always hold a special place in my goddamn heart!!! *a million crying emojis*

#personal #anastasia the musical #christy altomare #derek klena #john bolton #zach adkins #lyrica woodruff #max von essen #mary beth peil #nicole scimeca #caroline o'connor #anastasia cast

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My otp is Sansa stark x Winterfell. I mean look at these amazing quotes:

“She turned that way, and saw only the city, streets and alleys and hills and bottoms and more streets and more alleys and the stone of distant walls, Yet she knew that beyond them was open country, farms and fields and forests, and beyond that, north and north and north again, stood Winterfell. “ AGOT Sansa VI

“The hot woter made her think of Winterfell, and she took strength in that” AGOT Sansa VI

"They tell me you visit the godswood every day. What do you pray for, Sansa?

"I pray for Robb's victory and Joffrey's death . . . and for home. For Winterfell. "I pray for an end to the fighting." ACOK Sansa III

She knew the hymn; her mother had taught it to her once, a long time ago in Winterfell. She joined her voice to theirs. - ACOK Sansa V

That was such a sweet dream, Sansa thought drowsily. She had been back in Winterfell, running through the godswood with her Lady. Her father had been there, and her brothers, all of them warm and safe. If only dreaming could make it so . . . - ASOS Sansa IV

She awoke all at once, every nerve atingle. For a moment she did not remember where she was. She had dreamt that she was little, still sharing a bedchamber with her sister Arya. But it was her maid she heard tossing in sleep, not her sister, and this was not Winterfell, but the Eyrie. And I am Alayne Stone, a bastard girl. The room was cold and black, though she was warm beneath the blankets. Dawn had not yet come. Sometimes she dreamed of Ser Ilyn Payne and woke with her heart thumping, but this dream had not been like that. Home. It was a dream of home.The Eyrie was no home- ASOS Sansa VII

Outside the flakes drifted down as soft and silent as memory. Was this what woke me? Already the snowfall lay thick upon the garden below, blanketing the grass, dusting the shrubs and statues with white and weighing down the branches of the trees. The sight took Sansa back to cold nights long ago, in the long summer of her childhood.She had last seen snow the day she'd left Winterfell. That was a lighter fall than this, she remembered. Robb had melting flakes in his hair when he hugged me, and the snowball Arya tried to make kept coming apart in her hands. It hurt to remember how happy she had been that morning. Hullen had helped her mount, and she'd ridden out with the snowflakes swirling around her, off to see the great wide world. I thought my song was beginning that day, but it was almost done. - ASOS Sansa VII

Her maid rolled herself more tightly in her blanket as the snow began to drift in the window. Sansa eased open the door, and made her way down the winding stair. When she opened the door to the garden, it was so lovely that she held her breath, unwilling to disturb such perfect beauty. The snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. All color had fled the world outside. It was a place of whites and blacks and greys. White towers and white snow and white statues, black shadows and black trees, the dark grey sky above. A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here.Yet she stepped out all the same. Her boots tore ankle-deep holes into the smooth white surface of the snow, yet made no sound. Sansa drifted past frosted shrubs and thin dark trees, and wondered if she were still dreaming. Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover's kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside the statue of the weeping woman that lay broken and half-buried on the ground, she turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.When Sansa opened her eyes again, she was on her knees. She did not remember falling. It seemed to her that the sky was a lighter shade of grey. Dawn, she thought. Another day. Another new day. It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. But who could she pray to? The garden had been meant for a godswood once, she knew, but the soil was too thin and stony for a weirwood to take root. A godswood without gods, as empty as me. - ASOS Sansa VII

She remembered a summer's snow in Winterfell when Arya and Bran had ambushed her as she emerged from the keep one morning. They'd each had a dozen snowballs to hand, and she'd had none. Bran had been perched on the roof of the covered bridge, out of reach, but Sansa had chased Arya through the stables and around the kitchen until both of them were breathless. She might even have caught her, but she'd slipped on some ice. Her sister came back to see if she was hurt. When she said she wasn't, Arya hit her in the face with another snowball, but Sansa grabbed her leg and pulled her down and was rubbing snow in her hair when Jory came along and pulled them apart, laughing. - ASOS Sansa VII

The snow fell and the castle rose. Two walls ankle-high, the inner taller than the outer. Towers and turrets, keeps and stairs, a round kitchen, a square armory, the stables along the inside of the west wall. It was only a castle when she began, but before very long Sansa knew it was Winterfell. She found twigs and fallen branches beneath the snow and broke off the ends to make the trees for the godswood. For the gravestones in the lichyard she used bits of bark. Soon her gloves and her boots were crusty white, her hands were tingling, and her feet were soaked and cold, but she did not care. The castle was all that mattered. Some things were hard to remember, but most came back to her easily, as if she had been there only yesterday. The Library Tower, with the steep stonework stair twisting about its exterior. The gatehouse, two huge bulwarks, the arched gate between them, crenellations all along the top . . . - ASOS Sansa VII

She wondered where this courage had come from, to speak to him so frankly. From Winterfell, she thought. I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell.- ASOS Sansa VII

"Winterfell is the seat of House Stark," Sansa told her husband-to-be. "The great castle of the north."

I will tell my aunt that I don't want to marry Robert. Not even the High Septon himself could declare a woman married if she refused to say the vows. She wasn't a beggar, no matter what her aunt said. She was thirteen, a woman flowered and wed, the heir to Winterfell

I am a Stark of Winterfell, she longed to tell him.

Once, when she was just a little girl, a wandering singer had stayed with them at Winterfell for half a year. An old man he was, with white hair and windburnt cheeks, but he sang of knights and quests and ladies fair, and Sansa had cried bitter tears when he left them, and begged her father not to let him go. "The man has played us every song he knows thrice over," Lord Eddard told her gently. "I cannot keep him here against his will. You need not weep, though. I promise you, other singers will come."They hadn't, though, not for a year or more. Sansa had prayed to the Seven in their sept and old gods of the heart tree, asking them to bring the old man back, or better still to send another singer, young and handsome. But the gods never answered, and the halls of Winterfell stayed silent. But that was when she was a little girl, and foolish. She was a maiden now, three-and-ten and flowered. All her nights were full of song, and by day she prayed for silence. - AFFC Sansa I

I am not your daughter, she thought. I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard's daughter and Lady Catelyn's, the blood of Winterfell. She did not say it, though. If not for Petyr Baelish it would have been Sansa who went spinning through a cold blue sky to stony death six hundred feet below, instead of Lysa Arryn.- AFFC Sansa I

They made a race of it, dashing headlong across the yard and past the stables, skirts flapping, whilst knights and serving men alike looked on, and pigs and chickens scattered before them. It was most unladylike, but Alayne sound found herself laughing. For just a little while, as she ran, she forget who she was, and where, and found herself remembering bright cold days at Winterfell, when she would race through Winterfell with her friend Jeyne Poole, with Arya running after them trying to keep up.- Alayne I TWOW.

#sansa stark #winterfell #the blood of winterfell will forever be my favorite sansa (and jon) quote #also sorry for almost quoting all the ASOS sansa VII chapter #i can not help it #its perfection #asoiaf #book quotes #sansa stark x winterfell is really the perfect otp #give me sansa as hand of king bran the builder #please grrm i only ask for this

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