i dunno which game this is from

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Had quite the vivid dream last night where there was an extra world in DDD where you had to fight a giant spider-mantis thing in a room with specifically 3 pillars with light shining between them as either Riku while Sora’s still passed out and taken by the Norts and as Sora post-game. 

Once the boss was defeated, it was revealed the world manifests as the wants of the other dreamer, and Sora found himself back on Destiny Islands but in one specific house he’s never seen but felt a sense of familiarity, and he finds out it’s a house he and Riku share years into the future as spouses.
He also finds hints that all the other trios were reunited. There was also a part where, after both he and Riku are awake, he vaguely teases him about said wants.
Sora also finds an series of rooms where everyone who’s asleep and are connected to his hearts are standing and he can see what their wants were. Ventus wanted to wake up and find Terra and Aqua whereas what was left of Vanitas simply wished to escape wherever he could. Roxas and Xion’s areas were empty, as they have little belief in their rights to further exist.

Riku, on the flipside, fights the boss and goes into a musical number about Sora all Disney-style for some bizarre reason after fighting the spider-mantis and wanders around a Destiny Islands set in the future where all the Trios are together and there are various souvenirs from other worlds strewn about the town. Riku can’t interact with anyone, sort of being like a floating consciousness watching everything. He also couldn’t find a trace of Sora anywhere, which he chalked up to him being on some new adventure. 

I dunno man, but I woke up convinced this was a legitimate thing that happened in-game it was that vivid. I sketched a few scenes bc why not lmao

Don’t repost or use or anything pls

A Regular Saturday

Summary: 

Amethyst had a simple agenda for the day: play games at the arcade, grab her lunch—a ham sandwich with chips—and then visit her mermaid friend.

A mermaid AU for the latest Amedotbomb.

Words: 2704

Also on Ao3!


Amethyst ordered her usual ham sandwich, also buying some chips on the side, grabbed the bag, and ran, the ocean just in view. Her sandals flapped against the boardwalk. The sun had began to set, and far less people populated the beach since the morning.

Teens certainly loved to check out the beach once the moon rose. It was early May, after all. Yes, there were plenty of visitors because the always delightful Summer Break had at last arrived for college students the previous week. Still, it was only at the start of June when the crowds really went wild. All that aside, however, this was a perfect time.

Amethyst’s face lit up when she came to where the boardwalk diverged into another path deeper into the ocean. The boardwalk there held games and even a few small rides. And she would have been more than content with spending the rest of the afternoon—and her pocket cash—to play those water shooting games for a prize, and perhaps even surprise—

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Bendy and Boris

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Have my contribution to tha BATIM fandom :3

Chapter 2 got me very hyped … it’s an awesome Chapter and (Spoilerz) Boris at the end just gave me the rest :‘3

So yeah! I tried myself on Boris and Bendy themselves! I had some difficulty with Bendy’s head and hair … or are they horns? I dunno X’D

But anyway, I really hope the next CHapters will be great as well … which they will be, I’m sure owo

And guess what? Will from DAGames is already working on the next BATIM Song! YAY FOR MORE HYPE AND AWESOMENEZZZZ! :’D

(And yeah, a handwritten signature cuz BATIM is a Cartoon horror game, duh. Dun expect me to use it more often, I dun like my handwritting, espacially in digital form X’D)

ID #47856

Name: Lil 
Age: 18
Country: New Zealand

Hi there. I’m a freelance tattoo artist and a Concert Photographer and upcoming Journalist for ‘Discourse’, we focus on music, tattoos and gaming. mostly alternative, metal, rock, etc. - Which is great cause i’m into all of those things :)
I have one tattoo, but I’m soon to get loads more.

I guess I’m mostly looking for a pen pal who’s into music journalism as well, but I’d love to just meet and talk to people from other countries.
I have a lovely Maine coon cat and a love for big fluffy dogs.
I’m part Maori and have only ever traveled to Australia.

I dunno what else to write here but I look forward to hearing from someone :)

Preferences: #FeelTheBern

anonymous asked:

Jasper au: you moved into my best friends apartment while yours is getting redone and you keep eating all my snacks

Jason had had a key to Annabeth’s apartment since she moved into it two years ago. He’d been walking, uninvited, into her house since their freshman year of college and never once encountered a problem. Well, except for that one time which taught him to avoid certain hours of the morning and evening after she started dating her current boyfriend - but they don’t talk about that.

He let himself in now, at half past five on a Wednesday afternoon, and called out Annabeth’s name before he dropped his bag on the floor of the hallway.

The answering voice did not belong to Annabeth but to Percy, the aforementioned boyfriend. “She’s not home yet.”

Jason sighed and walked down the hall into the living room, holding the boxes of pizza he’d bought on the way up triumphantly. On seeing him - and more importantly, the pizza - Percy shot up from his lounged position on the couch and grabbed the boxes from Jason.

“I love you, man.”

“Save that for your girlfriend,” Jason said as he walked into the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge.

On opening the white door though, he found the shelf which usually held half a dozen beer bottles almost empty.

“Hey, Perce,” he called.

“Yeah?” Percy answered thickly, clearly having already started the pizza.

“Where are the beers?”

“I dunno.”

Jason grabbed one of the few remaining bottles and crossed to the cupboard to get a bag of chips but encountered the same problem. He always kept a supply of food at Annabeth’s, mostly for nights like this when he came over to watch a game with them. But someone had attacked his stores.

“What the fuck?” he muttered.

“You come into my house,” a voice said from behind him, “you swear in my kitchen.”

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neodicronus  asked:

You can make PS4 Parties private, there should be an option to invite only. As for multiplayer in games, it varies from game to game

Yeah of course I’m aware of the PS4 parties I use them all the time but I meant in game. For Overwatch specifically people can just invite themselves to groups without anyones consent which I kinda have a problem with?

I dunno if that comes off as rude but I have to set time aside for certain people and play styles. 

For one group I’m the tank and another group I’m DPS or healing. 

But also, sometimes we use Overwatch to talk about serious things. I’ve sat down with some friends and listen to them rant or I have a melt down and it’s easier to do that running around numbani as Tracer. 

It’s like alone time but not really? I dunno. That’s just me. 

So for now my PSN is for mutuals only! 

nO BUT GUYS

IMAGINE THE MARAUDERS PLAYING TWISTER

Peter: *is doing a bridge over James*
James: I swear to Merlin, Peter, if you fall on me…
Sirius: *is doing a sort of split while reaching underneath James* What kind of mad muggle thought this game would be a good idea!?
Remus: *is watching in amusement since he’s controlling the color thingy* I dunno, it’s kind of fun.
Sirius: You’re not the one about to have someone fall on you!
Remus: Exactly why it’s fun.
*Peter suddenly falls right on top of James who falls on Sirius*
*various cursing and shouts coming from James and Sirius which quickly gets drowned out by Remus’ laughter*

[DeusEx] Interesting Jensen things I found...

Quoting @forevermarked, @malwa1216, @mana4x2, @princessxjensen, @twisted-squid - this info could be helpful for fics or whatnot

So I thought Adam’s legs were only augmented from a-bit above the knee down? It certainly shows that way in the comic, and we only see the leg augment in Mankind Divided from the knee down in the menu. I changed the saturation and contrast from my screenshot to help you see better. But that certainly looks like his whole legs are augmented, perhaps even also his glutes (perhaps he has the gorgeous Fedorova ass).

Is this a discrepancy? Or could this tie in to the clone Adam theory? Should I draw him with fully aug legs and glutes? Or can I do from the knees down?

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5 things

I was tagged by @foreverravenclaw she is just too precious and funny.

5 Things You’ll Find in My Bag 

  1. dice
  2. Magic the gathering cards and sleeves from my last draft.
  3. Deodorant
  4. A hairbrush
  5. A copy of super smash brothers Melee

5 Things You’ll Find in My Room

  1. board games
  2. A crt tv for playing Melee
  3. Magic the gathering cards
  4. My desktop which I built myself and it is like 2 and a half years old and sometimes dies and must be resurrected.
  5. A mess

5 Things I Want To Do With My Life

  1. learn several languages
  2. Travel
  3. either find a job i enjoy or maximise my free time
  4. Make something I can be proud of. I dunno what yet. I thought for a while that I would write a book but I don’t think I have the patience.
  5. Live somewhere nice.

5 Things I’m Into Right Now

  1. Melee
  2. Photography
  3. Magic the gathering
  4. eurovision for the first time ever.
  5. board games

5 Things on my To-Do List

  1. get a better job
  2. exercise more
  3. finish reading a book in german. I am like 8% of the way through. It’s going really slow because I am writing out each paragraph in german then translating it to english.
  4. move out of my dads house eventually
  5. go to some parts of europe before brexit fucks everything up.

5 Things People May Not Know About Me

  1. my body is really poorly proportioned. My legs and neck are gigantic but my torso is quite small.
  2. In primary school I won a copy of harry potter and the order of the phoenix in a harry potter trivia contest.
  3. I have very strange tinnitus that makes the sounds of things around me. Like a metallic noise when I am next to a radiator or a wodden noise if I am at a desk,
  4. I am surprisingly good at remembering strings of numbers. I can remember phone numbers really well and I once learnt pi to like 50 places because I’m lame.
  5. I don’t have a middle name.


I am going to tag @libarebane @editem @pingviinikerma @jori-en-ruin-diver @hipssway-lipslie @notpassingfascination and @forbiddenseason

poplocks342  asked:

You've played persona 5 right? If they ever come out with an updated version which one of the guys would you want to romance?

If I had to prioritize, definitely Yusuke. His relationship with the protag definitely felt the most natural. Ryuji and Mishima would be fun too, though.

I personally want to date Iwai but I dunno if I want a 16-year old to. Admittedly that confidant is pretty endearing though.

Gamer kid is definitely off limits he’s like your little brother.

Sojiro is your dad.

Yoshida is like 60.

Akechi sucks.

Why are all of the confidants in this game female. Where’s my sports club kids from p4.

anonymous asked:

(i love your blog!!) by the way, i dunno if anyone has asked you yet but have you heard of the kickstarter game called cattails? it's like the lovechild of warriors: untold tales and harvest moon and i seriously can't wait for it to come out, cats are just so good

Thank you!

And no i hadn’t but i checked it out and it looks hecka cool!!! (kind of reminds me of Home Free a little bit) and it was 833% funded already with 9 days to go? Yowza ppl rlly love cats.

(also the developers are in Indiana, which is where I’m originally from so that’s cool 2 me specifically!!!)

How Persona and Persona 2 fit into the series' timeline

It wasn’t until Persona 3 with the calendar system that Atlus finally started being specific about the dates in which the Persona games take place. Obviously, people are curious as to when exactly Persona and Persona 2 happened and how much time passed between the games.

By using info in the game, I’ve managed to nail it with precision, and have even corrected someone here on Tumblr about this once. Now I’ve decided to finally make a post about it, containing all info that I’ve gathered.

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Rain// Wen Junhui

Originally posted by minghaon

Pairing: Junhui x reader

Genre:Fluff

Summary:Anonymous said:
Yay requests are open again!! I wanted to request a fluffy Jun scenario and I just wanted to say you are amazing I really reading your scenarios, they’re really good

Author’s Note: Here you go my love! I hope you enjoy this senario!

xoxo Sara


“(Y/N)?” You heard your boyfriend, Junhui, call from outside your door as you pulled the shirt you had decided to wear over your head. You two had decided that it was a nice day to go outside; to spend some time together, maybe even have a picnic. Sadly, though, your plans were ruined with the sudden dramatic change in the weather, your nice and sunny day turning into a cloudy and rainy one.

Since you two were on the way to the park when it started to rain, deciding to walk there rather than to waste gas, you both got drenched in rain. The closes refuge you both had was the boys’ dorm room, which was practically dead today besides of Seungcheol and Jeonghan lounging around on the couch. They both giggled when you walked in, the rain making your clothes stick against your bodies as you shivered.

“Didn’t you two check the weather?” Jeonghan chuckled, “There was a chance of heavy thunderstorms later today.”

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Bros

“Bro.”

Bro.”

“Bro.”

Bro.

There were two of them, in case it’s confusing.  Two bros, at the gym, at the same time, working back and biceps.  One of them was on the machine, the other one stood next to the machine, watching his bro pump the levers and the iron weight.  He watched his face contort as the reps went on, counting down silently, 5 … 4… 3 … 2 … 1, CLANG.  The bro grinned, wiped the sweat off his face with the hem of his tank, and thumbsed-up his bro, and the other bro would sit down, prepping himself for his turn at the iron.  Neither of them noticed the irritated glances of other gym-goers as the iron clanged back down to its resting place.

They had been together for so long now that they’d become inseparable, a unit.  When anyone else referenced them, their names were a single unit.  Bro & bro.  Of course, they had actual names, but it’s hard to remember which bro was which bro.  They’d probably forgotten each other’s names anyway.  They didn’t need names.  It was easier to just

“Bro.”

Bro.”

You got this, bro.”

“Fuck yeah, bro.”

At some point, it had just become natural.  At first, it was sort of a joke, a little ironic.  You know, a private joke.  Neither of them, if pressed, could even tell you when it started.  Maybe there was a text message between them where one of them said “bro” and maybe sent one of those flex emojis, and from then on, the gates could not swing shut again.  It escalated from “bro” this and “bro” that to elaborate high-fives in the middle of the gym, walking down the sidewalk.  Methods of greeting evolved - or devolved, from “hey” to “sup” to

“What’s up, bro!”  The hand, descending swiftly, with purpose and vigor, slapping the other bro right on the ass.  “Whoa, check out your fuckin glutes, bro!  Fuckin tiiiiiiight!”  It didn’t matter where they were, who they were with.  They were seen all around town, in the grocery store, at the beach, everywhere.  Of course, at the beach, they were seen shirtless, in matching swimming trunks, though they hadn’t known

“Bro!  Yo, you got the same trunks as me!”

“Dude, bro, haha, that’s fuckin hilarious!”

High-five, in which one bro grabbed the other bro’s hand and grappled him down.  They fell in the sand, wrestling, grabbing at each other’s throat, biceps, thighs.  They were completely unaware of when their hands fumbled at the waistband of the American-flag spangled trunks, almost unconsciously yanking it downwards to trip up their bro.  Nothing is off-limits, not even grabbing at his bro’s cock or his balls.  Anything to win.  Eventually, one bro pins the other bro, and through spitting grains of sand and wriggling half-heartedly one last time, the cries of “UNCLE!  FUCKIN UNCLE, BRO!”

They didn’t live together, not yet, but they had plans.  A total bro-pad.  Big-screen fuckin TV on ESPN fuckin 24/7.  Big fuckin fridge, to hold all the food prep they gotta do each week.  Tons of fuckin chicken.  Red meat.  A big cabinet to hold all their supps, especially the bulk-sized vat of protein powder.  Big-ass mirror in the bathroom.  In the hallway.  In each of their bedrooms.  In the living room.  There was just one problem.  One bro had a roommate, and it was the roommate’s apartment - the bro had moved in with the guy, and let’s just say the guy wasn’t exactly a bro.

“Bro,” one bro said to the other.  They sat out on a patio, tank tops & gym shorts showing their browned skin, their tribal tattoos, nearly squirming on them under the sun & the summer heat.  “We should totally make our own bro-pad.  I’d fuckin love to live with you, bro.”

“Bro,” the other bro scowled.  “What about Franklin?  Fuckin buzzkill.”

“Franklin,” he scowled too.  “Fuckin buzzkill.”

They slurped at their protein shakes, maybe a little too fast, still pumped from the morning’s workout.  Brain freeze set in and one bro shook his head, pressing a meaty palm to his eye-socket.  “Fuck, bro.  I dunno.  We could get him to move out, but I don’t think he would.  Fuuuuck, this brain freeze, bro!”

The other bro laughed, well, guffawed, really, a deep, hearty chuckle, and leaned forward to slap his bro on the shoulder.  “Hahaha, fuckin slow it down bro.  I got an idea what we can do about Franklin.  See, I know this guy…”

This guy happened to be a guy that the bro knew from a long time ago, back when he thought he should be going to college.  That shit didn’t take.  He didn’t know how he could have expected to know what he wanted to do for the rest of his life when he didn’t even know who he was at that time.  In his opinion, people waste their time going to college because you don’t know who you are yet.  If he had known he was gonna be a bodybuilder, he wouldn’t have wasted all that time on fuckin college.  But he did meet some people there, and one of them was this guy, and this guy was one of the smarter bros he’d met in college, he was all into organic chemistry and neuroplasticity, and how shit works in the brain.  It was pretty cool, he had to admit, or at least it was back then.  The guy was always reading, head in a book, frowning, or sitting up late at night, face and glasses limned with the blue light from the computer screen.  He had been all into the idea that a personality was mutable, fluid, that it was as chemically-based as anything else in the body, or electric, or some shit.  With the right reagents, the personality could be altered as easily with only a suggestion from another.  He hadn’t told many people about it, the bro knew, because there was one night where he got the guy drunk on cheap beers and shots of shitty vodka and the guy had confessed that he knew how to do it, that he was a genius, but he could never use what he’d discovered, it was too dangerous, etc, etc.  He’d dropped out of college later that year, preferring to work in the service industry, focusing on the gym, focusing on gains, but he’d kept in touch with the guy, his roommate, you know - an email here and there, a message on Facebook, somethin like that.  It was kinda cool to show progress pics to a guy who doesn’t see you all that often, and it’s fuckin cool as shit to see him say things like “WHOA!  HOLY SHIT, man, you got ripped!”  Just made him wanna flex and take more pics for his Insta, really.  He knew that the guy was gay, but that never bothered him, and the guy never bothered him for nothin anyway.

“… so, if Franklin isn’t cool, this is gonna make him cool?”  The other bro was lookin at his bro with a blank look of confusion.  He actually lifted the brim of his baseball hat to scratch at his forehead. 

“Yeah,” the bro said, confidently.  “Just put this in his, whatever he drinks.  Coffee, or water, or whatever.  Once he drinks it, it’ll help.”

“Okay, bro.”  He was ready to trust his bro, even if he wasn’t exactly sure what he was doin - he knew what he had to do, but he wasn’t sure what was gonna happen once he did.  And it was easy enough.  The bro just waited til Franklin got up in the morning, put the coffee on drip, and wandered off into the bathroom.  The bro could hear some kinda classical music drifting out of the hallway where Franklin’s room was, something with strings.  He scoffed, chuckling at the uncoolness of it all, and uncorked the small ampoule of liquid into the coffee-pot.  It was colorless and odorless.  For a minute, the bro wondered if he had even done anything, if anything had even come out of the container, but he shrugged and scratched his balls and wandered off.  It was leg day.

After leg day, the bro came back to his apartment and collapsed on the couch, flat on his stomach, staring sideways at the TV.  There was a football game on, though he was so zoned from his workout that he didn’t even know which teams were playing.  His phone was going off wildly - it was his bro.  He scanned the messages blurrily.

“sup bro nethin happenin over there yet??”

“dunno bro”

There was a crash in the kitchen, and the bro lifted his head to glance.  “You all right?”  He muzzed in the direction of the kitchen.

“Uhh, sorta.”  Franklin’s voice drifted out.  It sounded muddy, as if he were congested.  “Dropped some plates.  Uhhh … yeah.”

“You all right bro?  Sick, or something?”

“Naw, uh, I feel, uh … fine.  Bro.”  Franklin came out of the kitchen, and Franklin looked … different, to the bro.  He sat up, instantly alert. 

“You been workin out bro?”  He criticized his roommate’s normally slim build.  “Looks like you got some mass.”

“Uh, naw, bro, but I … kinda been thinkin about joining a gym lately.  Sound mind, sound body, right?”

“Huh?”

“Like, y’know, gotta have … uhh …”  He glazed over for a second, eyes drifting to the TV.  “Who’s, uh … who’s playin?”

“Dunno, bro.”  The bro squinted at the TV.  “Fuckin Packers.”

“Cool.”  Franklin slowly sat down in a chair and looked at the game.  For a moment, he appeared unfocused, brow furrowed, but as the bro watched him, his face softened, and his eyes became sharper, more alert, as if they had somehow tunnelled into the television, and as if he were intently focused on the task. 

Hours later, Franklin and the bro were yelling, pointing, accusing, even jumping to the edge of their seats.  It was a great game -

“Well, it woulda been a great game if the refs hadn’t been so fuckin shit, fuck, bro.”

“Fuck yeah.  I, uhh … I could see that.  Yeah.  Fuck the refs.”

The game was over, and the bro felt the familiar wave of completion turning to idleness washing over him.  He got up from the couch and headed toward the kitchen for a beer.  “Hey, you want a beer, bro?”  He knew Franklin didn’t drink, and especially not a Bud Light, but fuck it.

“Uhh … yeah.  Sure.  A beer.”

“You got it, bro!”

They sat, blue cans cracked, in a meditative silence.  The crisp, refreshing liquid washed down their mouths, their throats, into their stomachs.  “So, what gym you gonna join, bro?”

“Uhhh … honestly, I dunno, uh, bro.  What gym do you go to?”

The bro grinned, and shuffled over on the couch to Franklin’s side, where he wrapped the kid in a headlock and lightly noogied his head.  “Bro … you’re gonna love it.”

There were three of them, in case it gets confusing.  Three bros, at the gym, at the same time, working back and biceps.  One of them was on the machine, the other two stood in a semi-circle, watching their bro pump the levers and the iron weight.  They watched his face contort as the reps went on, counting down silently, mouths moving together in tandem, 5 … 4… 3 … 2 … 1, CLANG.  The bro grinned, wiped the sweat off his face with the hem of his tank, and thumbsed-up his bros, and one of the other bros would sit down, prepping himself for his turn at the iron.  None of them noticed the irritated glances of other gym-goers as the iron clanged back down to its resting place. 

They had been together for so long now that they’d become inseparable, a unit, even all of them lived together in a sort of frat-house situation. When anyone else referenced them, their names were a single unit.  Bro, bro & bro. Of course, they had actual names, but it’s hard to remember which bro was which bro. They’d probably forgotten each other’s names anyway.  They didn’t need names.  It was easier to just

“Bro.”

Bro.”

“Bro!”

And the clang of the iron, resounding through the gym, as muscles grew and brains diminished, as the sun swiftly darkened their skins from brown to browner, as muscles grew and brains diminished.

One thing was for sure, to the one guy who was watching the progress anyway, the bros were multiplying.  And was that really such a bad thing?  What better laboratory than the world outside of the laboratory for this particular study?  Fuck dangerous, he thought to himself, watching the triad of bros in their gym shorts and tanktops and backwards hats lounging around on their porch, I can make the world hotter.  He already had, with the first bro, his roommate.  And now that bro was making more bros.  He could only imagine what would happen next.  One thing was for sure: he would have to make more of the personality reagent.  Maybe he could … accidentally drop some in the water supply of a small town.

This thought, cradled in his brain, nursed idly at his other thoughts as he listened to the dumbass banter from the bros across the street, listened to the echoing guffaws paired with the crack-hiss of Bud Light cans being opened, and to the inevitable tussle or wrestling match that would ensue.

i realized that i had a trainer oc for every region except Hoenn. dunno how i managed to miss it…but with ORAS on the horizon, i figured now was as good a time as any to make one!

so meet Deryn, my Hoenn trainer oc! it took me 3 days and a bajillion outfits and color changes, but i have finally settled on a design for her which is subject to change at any moment bc i am hella picky and indecisive! i’ll be changing her back story a bit from the one provided in the game (assuming it’s the same story as it was in the original RSE games), but that’ll be for another time.

and yes, i do plan on documenting my ORAS adventure with her, as an attempt to get me back into the drawing groove.

I find myself in the midst of an art block, so I spent most of the day doodling, and eventually started doodling Napstablook. Which then led to this. I know there’s a lot of human Undertale designs out there, but I still wanted to have a little fun with this. Considering what I remember from Blooky’s house in the game, I based a lot of they’re human design on the idea on this thought: What kind of a person would live in a house like Napstablook’s? And considering the house is falling apart, that person would be someone who’s probably not doing a good job at taking care of themself.

-shrugs- I dunno, Maybe I’ll play around with this more in the future. Not sure yet though…

“You’re going to like him, I promise.”

Dean narrowed his eyes at Jess, his brother Sam’s fiancée. “Uh huh. So you’re definitely not trying to set me up with him.”

Jess made a pfft noise and smirked at Sam, who sat beside her peering at the restaurant menu. “No, of course not,” she said. She nudged Sam until he finally looked up.

“Oh, yeah, right,” he said. “No set-ups. We just thought you should meet him, since he’s also in the wedding party.”

“But he’s single,” Dean said flatly.

“Well, yeah, but that has nothing to do with it,” Jess said as she twiddled a blonde curl in her fingers.

Dean crossed his arms. “That’s your tell, you know. When you’re lying.” He indicated where Jess’s hair curled around her finger.

She yanked it back. “What? No it isn’t.”

“Um yeah, it kind of is,” Sam said. Jess smacked him and he rubbed his arm with a pout.

“Ow. That hurt.”

“You’re supposed to be on my side, Samuel Winchester.” She broke off with an excited gasp and waved frantically at something over Dean’s shoulder.

Dean twisted in his chair and caught his first glimpse of Jess’s friend, one of the groomsmen.

For a guy named Cas, he wasn’t what Dean was expecting.

Cas was white, with dark hair and a five o’clock shadow. He wore jeans and a button-down polo, which revealed his built figure. Dean had pictured a bro type, with a tan and sunglasses, but this guy was more rugged, more natural. As Cas approached, his nervous half-smile also revealed that he wasn’t cocky, which was a good sign.

That, and the fact that he was really hot. The chiseled jaw, the high cheekbones, the blue eyes…

God damn it.

Sam and Jess stood to greet him, and Dean saw that Cas was taller than Jess, though shorter than Sam —– which wasn’t too surprising, since Sam was a giant. If Dean were able to stand, he figured he and Cas would be roughly the same height.

“It’s so good to see you!” Jess said, her voice muffled in Cas’s chest as she hugged him.

Cas chuckled, his voice deep. “It’s good seeing you, too. You look great.” He stepped back and smiled.

“Hi, I’m Sam,” Sam said, and he moved forward to shake hands before gesturing down to Dean. “And this is my brother, Dean.”

A flash of surprise passed over Cas’s face, but he quickly masked it with a smile.

Ah, so Jess hadn’t told him that Dean was in a wheelchair. Fun.

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