#i sadly missed the bug race
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Wherefore Art Thou My(stery) Lady
When a failed attempt to let Chat Noir down easy ends with Ladybug learning his name, she does what any lovesick teenager would do: teases him mercilessly. (Season 2/3 era.)
Chapter One
It figures, Adrien thought, as Ladybug carried him to safety. It figured it would be a dog-themed akuma. And that it would find the only cat-themed superhero in the city, even though he wasn’t currently transformed. It figured he would have to be rescued, cradled bridal style, and that Ladybug would hug him so tightly that--
Nope. Akuma. Focus on the akuma that was currently tearing through the streets, barking at people until they literally froze in terror, digging holes a hundred feet deep, and probably chasing his own tail. Focus on the lurch in his stomach as they jumped from building to building, the honking of the cars stuck in traffic, the flash of the sun reflecting off skyscraper windows. Focus on anything except for how warm she was, how firmly she held him, how her lips--
Nope, nope, nope. The wind in his hair. Birds chirping in the distance. Anything.
Ladybug bounded gracefully over the Agreste mansion's protective outer wall and landed on the grass, held him for a few seconds longer than was necessary (he noticed with elation), and then carefully set him down.
“Well,” she said, her smile wide and bright. “Stay safe! I wouldn't want anything to happen to you!”
Adrien watched her until she was nothing more than a red speck, then raced out through the gate, so he could find somewhere to transform. Ladybug needed her partner.
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The akuma was easy to defeat, after Ladybug called her Lucky Charm. It was a box of caramel chocolates. No, they didn't feed any to the dog. Caramels made a wonderful, sticky trap when they were all melted together. Who knew? His genius partner, naturally.
Chat Noir picked up the (sadly not heart-shaped, just plain old rectangular) empty box and brought it over to her. “Look at what I fetched for you.”
“Thanks, Dog Noir,” she said, reaching out a hand for it.
He stuck out his tongue, preparing to toss the red and black box back to her, before realizing he could get one more pun out of it. He held it with both hands and gently placed it into her outstretched palm. He didn't let go until he'd caught her eye and said, in very serious tones, “For you, My Lady. And may I say, you look very fetching.” The box slid out of his hands, and Ladybug's expression morphed into a frown.
Within moments, the victim was back to normal, the holes had been removed from the street, and Ladybug was staring him down.
“I've told you,” she said.
“You've told me lots of things, Bug. You're going to have to be more specific.” Though he was fairly certain he knew what she wanted to say. Another rejection.
“You aren't going to win me over.”
Being prepared didn’t soothe the disappointment. “Would you mind if I kept trying anyway?”
Ladybug's face softened, and her hand went to her earrings as they beeped a warning. Two more minutes. “Thank you for the compliment, but it's not going to work.” She didn't sound exasperated, just sad. “I have to go.”
“See you at patrol later?” he asked as she threw her yoyo.
“Of course,” she said. “Keep in mind what I said, though.”
How could he not? Chat Noir sighed loudly once she was out of sight.
He still had three and a half minutes before he transformed back. Enough time to get poor dog-man home before anyone noticed Adrien was missing.
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Patrol that night started out more formally than it usually did, and he knew it was due to his earlier declarations. Ladybug kept her distance from him physically and emotionally, only speaking when it was necessary and staying two or three rooftops ahead of him. He wasn’t getting the feeling that she was mad. Her tone was kind. And she always checked to make sure he was keeping up, even stopping to wait when she needed to.
Maybe she just didn’t want to give him any false hope.
Over the course of the hour, he steadily creeped closer to her. By the time they had reached the Louvre, they were side by side like they normally were. So naturally, Chat Noir let his curiosity get the better of him and asked a question that had plagued him for months. “So what's my rival like?” he asked. “Is he as funny and as handsome as me?”
“How should I know?” she said. “I can hardly see your face.”
Surprised by her sudden teasing, he quickly offered, “I could change that.” Which of course, he realized as soon as the words were out of his mouth, was about the most unhelpful thing he could have said.
Ladybug scoffed and took off, leaving Chat Noir to figure out how to fix his latest mess-up. She didn't seem too averse to answering questions, so maybe all he had to do was try again?
He stayed level with her, but gave her some space, choosing to run across the rooftops on the other side of the street. Headlights created a glow beneath them, a river of light that cast her in a warm haze.
After a few minutes of silence, he tried again. “I'm very handsome,” he said, trying to play it off. “Would you believe me if I said I was a superhero by day and a supermodel by night?”
“Pfft. No.” She stopped on a wide balcony and smiled at him.
He leaned over the edge of the roof to look down at her. “Maybe I just play one on TV then.”
“Unlikely.” She threw her yoyo and zipped away.
“No, really, what's he look like?” he called after her. “You can tell me that much.” They usually ended their patrol near Collège Françoise Dupont, which was convenient for him. And ever since Alya had discovered the little tidbit about Ladybug's history textbook, he’d started to suspect that the ending location was more than just a convenience for her, too. She probably lived nearby. They landed on the school's roof at the same time, and he thought she would just take off after that question, but for the second time, she surprised him. She sat down and leaned back on the flat top of the building. To the civilians below, only her feet would be visible, dangling over the edge. Chat Noir stayed as close to her as he dared, sitting by her knees, close enough to touch her if he reached, and stared down at the school’s stairs beneath them.
Ladybug chewed her lip like she was thinking. Did that mean she was figuring out her answer? Or was she figuring out how to say no nicely?
“He looks... a little bit like you,” she said, letting her feet kick against the side of the building.
“What if he is me?” Chat Noir asked. He hesitated before scooting closer, not wanting to push her. If she ran off again, she'd probably just go home.
“But the chances of you being the same person are really slim.”
“So what does he look like then? White kid? Blonde?”
“Green eyes, too,” she said.
“So he’s probably me.”
“Will you stop?” She held both arms straight up above her and then let them fall wide to either side of her. “There’s thousands of people in Paris that fit that description. He’s not you.”
“You said it yourself. The chances are slim. But that implies there’s still a chance.”
Chat Noir was trying really hard to convince himself that he was just teasing her. There was no way he was lucky enough to really be the guy she liked, but his mind drifted back to earlier that afternoon. The way she had held him when he wasn’t transformed, smiled at him, made sure that he stayed safe. What if the boy she liked was Adrien Agreste?
What would it be like to walk hand-in-hand with her at school? Or have plans together on the weekend?
It would hurt more to hope if he turned out to be wrong, but he couldn't help himself. She made him hope like nothing and no one else in his life could.
“Would it be bad if we were the same person?” he asked after it was clear she wasn’t going to answer his last comment.
“Not bad,” she said. “Just weird. You’re really different.”
“I thought you said we were both devilishly handsome, amazing, with perfect comedic timing–”
Ladybug laughed and shoved him. “Perfect comedic timing? You?”
“As evidenced by your laughter right now.” He gestured to her. She looked over at him from where she was lying down.
Her smile was glowing, brighter than the cars passing them on the street. Brighter than the moon. “You’re both wonderful people, I’ll give you that. Sometimes dorky, but I’m happy to know both of you.”
Chat Noir felt his face going hot at the unexpected praise.
“And sure, you look kind of similar. There. Are you satisfied?”
“We go to the same school,” he blurted out. “What are my chances now?”
“Chat!” She bolted upright to face him, eyes wide. “You can't just give away information like that!”
“I didn't-”
“We go to the same school?” she shrieked.
“I don't know!”
“So what made you say that?”
“Well, I thought maybe–” There was no way out of the mess he’d just created. Ladybug was on her knees, both hands on the roof of his - probably their - school. “I... the textbook?” he finished timidly. Even if that had been a false lead, he’d effectively just told her which school he attended, and he wasn’t sure how she would take it.
“Alya!” Ladybug growled, rubbing the heel of her hand into her forehead. When she faced him again, there was a big red spot.
“So... you really do go to my school?” he asked, patting a patch of roof next to him.
“You... you've known this... Alya released that video ages ago. You knew we went to school together, and you haven't come looking for me?”
The fragility in her tone caught him off guard. “Of course not,'' he reassured. “What kind of privacy invader do you take me for? I ought to be offended!” (The irony of the statement wasn’t lost on him.)
Ladybug didn't laugh, just quietly said, “Thank you. We go to the same school. Huh.”
The crisis he’d unintentionally created seemed to have passed. Hope bubbled up again. Most kids their age had crushes on people from school. “My chances?”
“Are slightly increased, but I'm fairly certain you're two different people. In fact, I'm not even sure we've met at school. I would have remembered meeting someone as loud and obnoxious as you.”
“Unlikely,” he muttered, but it was quiet enough that she hadn't heard him. “So this guy, that may or not be me...”
“He's not you.”
“What do you like about him?” He acted so differently at school. He didn’t think she would recognize him. Would he recognize her description of him? Maybe she would let it slip that the boy she was crushing on was a celebrity or famous or something.
It was hard to ignore the niggling doubt that said raising his hopes would only hurt more later.
“You really want to do this to yourself?” she asked, echoing his thoughts.
At the very least, he’d learn more about his Lady. What had won her over so soundly? (Maybe he would have a better shot with her if he knew that.) “Sure.”
“He's kind,” she said immediately. “He's the type of person who would help someone out even if they hated him. When we first met he went out of his way to apologize to me for something that was my fault. And he has the most amazing amount of patience I've ever seen.” She smiled while Chat Noir frowned. That didn’t sound like him.
“I mean,” she continued, “he has enough patience to deal with C-- this student that no one likes. And he's just so gentle and sweet and... yeah.” She sighed. “That's why I like him.”
She stared out over the lights of the city, but he was certain that she wasn't seeing a single building. Her face was peaceful and shining. It was a good look for her.
“Even if it turns out he's not me, he sounds like a nice guy.” He wasn't as great as Ladybug described, not nearly as kind or the well of unending patience, though that's what he tried to be like.
Then again, how many blond, green-eyed, white boys were there in the school? His chances had to be pretty good, didn't they?
“What makes you think he's not me? The personality difference?”
“I've seen you two in the same place at the same time.”
Chat Noir's heart sank. He shouldn't have gotten his hopes up. He knew he shouldn't have. And yet he had anyway. His ears drooped, and he grabbed his tail and started weaving it through his fingers, just to have something to do.
“Oh, Kitty.” Ladybug looked over at him. “I'm so sorry.”
“Maybe... maybe you just thought that you--”
“Please don't,” she said. “Please stop doing this.”
“But maybe you just thought--”
“Chat Noir!”
He turned to face her, slowly, deliberately. “I'm not giving up. If he's not me, I'm going to keep trying to win you away from him until you ask me to stop.”
Ladybug shut her eyes in defeat. “I should.”
But she didn’t, the hopeful piece of his heart whispered. He really wished it would shut up right now.
“Would it be easier for you if I did?”
“I–” What did he want? He felt at war with himself. Determination to keep going. But giving up might eventually make the pain of rejection stop.
She was looking at him with so much compassion and caring. The constant declarations annoyed her sometimes. He knew that. But she didn’t hold it against him and still asked if he was okay. Despite everything, he loved her. That was that. “I’d rather be able to express myself. But only if it doesn’t bother you.”
She shook her head, eyes down. “It’s fine.”
“Who is he?” he asked.
“I already told you, I can't tell you,” Ladybug said. “We can't know anything about each other. It's--”
“Then we can’t know for certain that he’s not me.” It was false hope at this point, but it was the only hope he had, so he clung to it. She'd seen them together. Maybe he had saved this guy’s life.
She stood. “I'm sorry, Chaton.” She zipped away without another word, up and over Marinette’s bakery and out of sight.
Chat Noir didn't feel much like being a superhero right now, but he didn't feel like going home so early either. He slowly climbed down the walls, detransformed, and trudged his way back to the mansion on foot, his hands in his pockets.
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The next time he saw her was two nights later, their next patrol. She had arrived first, which was unusual, and was pacing at the top of Le Grand Paris, waiting for him. The sting of her rejection had been his companion for the past 48 hours, and it flared up a little when she turned her bright, blue eyes on him.
“Evening, My Lady,” he said, bowing elegantly. “I hope you've--”
“I have an idea.”
Chat Noir was still bent at the waist, and the grandeur of his gesture was broken by his sudden jerk upright. That sounded urgent. “What kind of idea?”
“Uh...” Ladybug didn't usually hesitate like that, and he realized that it probably hadn't been urgency in her voice, just anxiety. Ladybug kept going. “How I can prove you two aren't the same person without revealing anybody's name.”
“Oh.” Stellar way to start a patrol.
“Here's my plan. So after I went home the other day, I felt bad that you felt bad and then I had to figure something out, so that you could be happy again, and I promise I won't go looking for you.” Her words tumbled and tripped over themselves. “And I thought that it would probably be best if you could just stop thinking the way you were thinking, but no one’s identity will be compromised, and this is kind of dangerous if I’m wrong, but I’m not wrong, so if you don't want to do this it's fine, and of course you couldn't be the same two people, and--”
“Ladybug.” He hadn’t heard her babble like that for at least three months. Whatever her plan was, she was obviously presenting it to him against her better judgment. Her arms curled around herself, like she was terrified. Her hands were tight balls.
“I went through all of last year's yearbook. Are you in there?”
He nodded slowly, uncomprehending. “Yes?”
“I checked everyone, well, all the boys who look like the two of you. There's a bunch of people who match your general description, and none of them have the same initials. And no one has the same first initial as him, so I thought-- you could tell me what your first name starts with, and...”
And she could crush his heart once and for all when it didn’t match.
Or, his traitorous heart whispered. Or maybe…
“Don't worry about me,” he said, resigned. It was a silly hope. He would just go back to his original plan of winning her over.
Ladybug hugged herself tighter, fists clenched, staring at his shoulder. “Are you sure? Because we don't have to do this.”
He squared his shoulders to brace himself. “A.”
“A?”
He nodded.
“Your last name?”
“What do you need it for? You said no one else has the same first letter.” She didn't answer, and he couldn't tell if this was a good sign or a bad sign.
“Another A,” he said.
Aside from her fists loosening slightly, she gave no visible reaction, though he thought he heard her breathing pick up a little.
“Ladybug?”
“Ladybug has to go home now,” she whispered.
He blinked. “What about patrol?”
Without so much as a backward glance, she slipped over the side of the hotel. He watched as she skittered away over the rooftops and toward the direction of the school. What was that reaction? It looked bad. Those were bad feelings she was having. Did she leave so she wouldn’t have to hurt him again? Or some other reason?
Chat Noir finished the patrol route on his own, not sure if he should feel hopeful or despairing.
Ch 2
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Author's note: Hello! Welcome to my Big Bang contribution! This story has seven chapters and will update every Saturday! Thank you to @toadashi who did some great artwork for it! To @cardiac-agreste for beta reading. To @jennagrinsoverml, for being so interested in this half-formed story that I eventually finished it. And to @mlbigbang for hosting this event!
Here is the artwork for this fic! :https://www.instagram.com/p/C1l539rowbO/?igsh=cmloaWRyaWVkdThv
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Wreck It Ralph Ocs Crossover with Wodergøtten made by @danisha-tdh
The Hermit ( AKA. Octane ) made by @itschr1spy
The New paper edited ( I'm trying to find the closest font as possible ) ;;
Hey<33 thank you the original artist ( danisha-tdh )who made Wodergøtten for permission me to making this crossover!! I very love the concept and idea. I don’t sure how accurate this can be or did I made any mistake? But you can tell me if I made any mistakes I don’t mind 👍
Fact : I’m also thinking about draw a tarot card too for all of them but realize it’s would be rude if it’s already have a canon design for them so, I didn’t draw it
—— > A conversation between them and Anon about how they got here & Bonus doodle :
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The Wheel of fortune & The Emperor & The Hermit
“ How did you two get into this place exactly? ”
“ Puff, no idea. All I remember before getting here is I- wait no, we’re on the rainbow road? I guess? Anyway, both of us are racing with the king but it turns out the king is.. the other racer. He’s from the same company that made my game but much older. It’s complicated I’ll explain about that later ”
“ Ok? So, what’s next? ”
“ Oh yeah, oh yeah, after that we raced into the cave my kart is beside him and that’s another little girl behind us but that guy trying to crash my kart. I’m trying to fight back but it’s make me lose balance and accidentally full of the rainbow road…. Yah, I full into the cave’s pit ”
“ That sounds bad for you two ”
“ Of course it is! But luckily we don't game over yet but my kart is literally full a part. We were trying to find our way back to the road but instead we found the rabbit hole.. I thought it could be another way to at least get out of the cave. Sadly, we ended up here ”
“ Yup and the most important! Our body has to be split into two person ”
“ This little girl used to be my disguise identity but now we're split. I'm kinda upset about how I made her personality kinda a$▅ hø▊e ”
“ Hey!? ”
“ Just kidding, just kidding ”
“ But... If both of you two are the same person back then. What does it mean " We " ? ”
“ Well, there was another guy with us at that time. He's our friend but I guess we missed each other when we came here... I wonder if he's ok or not ”
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The Towner & The Chariot
“ How did you two get into this place exactly? ”
“ Hard to tell. We aren't sure how we got here ”
“ But if I need to explain a bit... We're trying to find that one selfish woman in the place we're pretty sure she's hiding in ”
“ Yes, but not even an hour we're searching for her. The big bug burst out of the ground hundreds of them! ”
“ That sounds pretty terrifying ”
“ It is ”
“ After that we're trying to find a safe place to hide. I found a rabbit hole and think it's a good place ”
“ I'm trying to tell Richard " it's not " but he doesn't listen... and now we're here ”
“ Hey, it's not my fall! Those bugs make me panic!! ”
“ You guys need to calm down a bit— but I'm surprised that both of you look very similar to The Magician twins ”
“ .... There's other twins!? ”
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Bonus Doodle <3
#wreck it ralph#wreck it ralph oc#wir#oc#original character#friend’s oc#crossover#Wondergotten#thank you again for permission me<33#procreate#procreateart#procreatedrawing#drawing
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ꜱᴛʀᴀᴡʙᴇʀʀʏ ᴍɪʟᴋꜱʜᴀᴋᴇꜱ ─ ᴇʟᴠɪs ᴘʀᴇsʟᴇʏ
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: (Y/N) was a good girl. She was always home before her curfew, she helped her father prepare for his gigs, and she stayed away from the good-for-nothin’ stagehand boys that were always trying to win her affection. She was a good girl, her father’s obedient pride and joy, until Elvis Presley became his opening act.
ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Usual time-period sexism, mentions of race and segregation through slang.
ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪɴғᴏ: Pronouns used are She/Her/Hers, HankSnowDaughter!Reader, kind of an Innocent!Reader, AustinButler!Elvis
ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: Fem!Reader, Crushing!Elvis Presley X Reader
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4.3k
ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢ sʜᴏᴛ ᴍɪssɪssɪᴘᴘɪ ʙᴏʏ sᴇʀɪᴇs
ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ
(Y/N) didn’t want to go back to the carnival. She didn’t think she could face her father after disappointing him. A lecture would be waiting for her, full of scorn and hurtful words that would strike her right in the heart. She already felt guilty for letting Betty make her over like a pinup girl, and how she reacted to Elvis’ performance only made her feel worse. She felt ashamed that she had let herself lose control. Anyone who knew she was Hank Snow’s daughter would be disappointed in her; she had brought shame and sin onto her father’s name.
(Y/N) had convinced Betty to stay out with her just a little longer, waiting until the clock struck midnight to even think about returning to the carnival. If she was in trouble with her father, she might as well pile on the fury and miss her nine o’clock curfew. There was no use in getting back into her father’s good graces; she was too far gone.
Betty had found a small twenty-four-hour diner just down the road from the auditorium, and the two girls sat in a booth sipping on strawberry milkshakes. (Y/N) had changed back into her own skirt, and her fingers nervously bunched the flowy fabric of it as she chewed on her lip. Her eyes were locked onto the street outside, watching teens and adults alike wander up and down the street without a care in the world. She could feel Betty’s eyes boring into the side of her face, and she knew that Betty had a lot to say to her. (Y/N) would have liked to have a few choice words with her as well, but she didn’t know where to start.
The older woman sighed deeply, sounding almost amused by the situation. (Y/N) frowned and glared at her, narrowing her eyes as she thought of what to say. Betty only smirked back at her, taking a long sip from her milkshake before letting her shoulders slump against the plush booth seat behind her.
(Y/N) grumbled, rolling her eyes at Betty’s nonchalance. "This is all your fault, y’know.”
Betty chuckled, “No, it ain’t.”
(Y/N)’s eyes bugged, and she leaned forward on the table, her mouth drawn into a tight frown. "You’re the one that dragged me to the stupid Hayride in the first place, Betty! I told ya my daddy wouldn’t like it, yet you did it anyway!”
“It ain’t my fault, sugar,” Betty passively said, her eyes trailing along the bar as if she were bored. "The decision was yours, (Y/N). I just helped ya make the more fun decision.”
“I ain’t havin’ any fun now! My daddy’s furious with me. I’ll be on the next Greyhound home the moment he lays eyes on me.” (Y/N) sadly said, her head falling into her hands as she spoke. This wasn’t how she wanted the night to go; this wasn’t how she wanted her summer to end. All she had to do was listen to her father. Why was that so hard to do? Why did she have to let Betty convince her to get all dolled up and go to the damn Hayride?
Betty remained silent, letting (Y/N) retreat further into her thoughts. (Y/N) didn’t know how long they sat there, the sounds of the diner filling the silence that stretched between them. (Y/N) found it quite soothing, the laughter of teens out past their curfew and the sizzling of burgers on the grill helping to calm her mind. It reminded her of her sophomore year of high school. She’d tell her father that she was leaving for a study group at the library, but she’d really be hopping into her best friend’s rag top, and they’d head to the drive-in before they ended the night at their favorite diner, sipping strawberry milkshakes just as she and Betty were doing now.
(Y/N) wished that she had been better at hiding her disobedience of her father’s orders tonight. It would have been much more manageable than knowing she’d be returning to the circus to have a screaming match about the shame she brought to him.
“Well, I’ll be.” Betty breathed and reached across the table to shake (Y/N)’s arm. (Y/N) groaned and swatted her hand away, but Betty was persistent. "(Y/N/N), look who just walked in!”
“I don’t care, Betty!” (Y/N) whined, sounding like her younger self when she didn’t get her way. (Y/N) usually would have been mindful of the tone of her voice, but her energy was running low, and she didn’t have much left to curb her attitude anymore.
“Would you stop bein’ a wet rag and listen to me?” Betty snapped, her eyes still trained on the diner’s entrance behind (Y/N)’s head. "Elvis Presley just walked in, darl’.”
(Y/N)’s head shot up from the table, her face pale and her eyes wide as she looked at Betty. Oh, no, this couldn’t be happening. Her body flushed with embarrassment, and she hid her face in her hands once more. She couldn’t face him after how she reacted at the Hayride. They’d locked eyes more than once at the Hayride; surely, he’d recognize her. She started to panic. She needed a way to get out of the diner without him seeing her. But, unfortunately, Betty had other plans.
“Elvis Presley!” Betty called out, sliding out of the booth and letting her hip rest on the side of the table. (Y/N) looked at her with wide eyes, her spine straightening with fear.
“What in Sam Hill are you doin’?!” (Y/N) whispered. She could feel her nerves prickle under her skin as goosebumps appeared over her arms. Betty glanced at (Y/N) with a sly smirk and winked, leaning down slightly to whisper in her ear.
“(Y/N/N), you’re already in enough trouble, may as well enjoy it before ya daddy sends ya home.” Betty teased, standing up straight as she waved Elvis over. (Y/N) felt like crawling under the table and disappearing into the linoleum flooring; she’d never be able to recover from this. Betty smiled sweetly at her and crossed her arms over her stomach, pushing her bust up and putting it on full display as Elvis sauntered over to their table.
(Y/N) had let her curiosity get the best of her, and, despite her wanting to die on the spot from seeing the man she screamed at not two hours ago face-to-face, she let her head turn over her shoulder. Again, there stood the man in the pink suit, this time without that damned jacket, his arm slung over a pretty brunette’s shoulders and flanked by his bandmates. (Y/N) recognized the girl as the one from the alleyway earlier that night, the one that was trying to help Elvis settle his stomach with a Pepsi. (Y/N)’s heart squeezed in her chest as she watched Elvis walk toward them, his steps just as calculated and thoughtful as when he walked onto the stage earlier that night. The diner lighting highlighted his tanned skin, and (Y/N) finally got to see his face without the harsh shadows that the stage lights cast. He seemed to become even more beautiful in the two hours she had last seen him.
“My, that was quite the bash tonight, Mr. Presley. I ain’t never seen anyone like you.” Betty complimented, smiling up at the tall man with hooded eyes. (Y/N) carefully watched her. Betty flirted with everyone, but she was really laying it on thick with how she looked at him. (Y/N) would have been impressed with her boldness if she wasn’t so embarrassed. She could never imagine flirting with a boy while he had his girl under his arm.
(Y/N)’s eyes fluttered toward Elvis, and he let a shy smile grace his face as his head bowed. (Y/N) felt like her heart was about to explode; he was so endearing. A man with that kind of talent should have been overly confident, almost to the point that it seemed arrogant, but he was bashful and timid, unsure of how to go about responding to the compliment.
Elvis nervously chuckled, his hand running along his jaw as his eyes met Betty’s. "Thank you, little darlin’. ‘Preciate it.”
(Y/N) bit her lips as she listened to him speak, her cheeks heating up with a deep blush. She would be lying if she said she didn’t love his voice; it was so smooth and deep that all she wanted to do was listen to him talk day in and day out. Betty glanced toward (Y/N) from the corner of her eye, taking in her reaction to hearing his voice without the reverberation of the auditorium speakers. She smirked and quietly chuckled, returning her eyes to Elvis and his group.
“What would ya think of joinin’ two adorin’ fans and sharin’ a basket of fries?” Betty asked. (Y/N) felt the color drain from her face as Betty offered to share their booth with them. She couldn’t even meet Elvis’ eyes; how would she get through a basket of fries?
Elvis turned his head over his shoulder to confer with his bandmates, and they agreed with a few shrugs of their shoulders. Then, finally, the man from earlier, the one that had the guitar in the alleyway, decided for them with a smug grin. "If you’re buyin’, doll.”
Betty sighed, pretending to ponder her decision before she hummed, “I suppose I can buy ya beatniks some fries, the least I could do after that performance.”
The group laughed, and they began to settle into the booth. (Y/N) scooted to the booth’s corner, trying to make herself as small as possible as the guitar player settled beside her. Betty squeezed onto the end of the booth, sliding her milkshake across the table as Elvis, the girl, and the bass player that (Y/N) vaguely remembered was named Bill filed into the seat in front of them. (Y/N) sat straighter, tucking her legs as close to the seat as she could to keep them away from Elvis. Her heart began to hammer in her chest as the group went around and introduced themselves to one another, starting to become acquainted for their brief night hanging out.
Elvis let his arm hang over the back of the booth behind the girl’s head, “Well, uh, y’all know me, I guess. This here’s my girl, Dixie,” he paused to let his fingers dance across her shoulder, earning a quiet giggle from the girl. (Y/N) fought with herself to keep the pang of jealousy that struck her heart at the interaction at bay; she wanted nothing more than to be in Dixie’s position. Elvis grinned as he pointed to the bass player and then the guitar player, “An’ that’s Bill and Scotty.”
Betty leaned her elbow onto the table, her hand supporting her chin as she flirtatiously smiled at Scotty. "I’m Betty, and that pretty darlin’ right there is (Y/N).”
(Y/N) froze as five pairs of eyes focused on her, and her heart seemed to stop in her chest. She sucked in a sharp breath, her teeth pulling on her bottom lip and ruining the red lipstick that Betty had applied earlier. She shyly waved, forcing a tiny smile onto her face, “Hiya.”
Bill kindly smiled at her, “So, you gals from ’round here?”
Betty grinned, thankfully taking the attention away from (Y/N), “Do we look like we’re from ’round here, Bill?” The group chuckled at Betty’s snarky comment, and she waved them off as she answered his question. "We’re with a travelin’ carnival. (Y/N)’s daddy is Hank Snow.”
“Hank Snow?” Scotty sat up straight, turning his body to her as he asked, “Your brother went on before us, dinnit he?”
(Y/N) slowly nodded her head, taking a small sip of her milkshake. She could feel Elvis’ eyes trained on the side of her face, but she kept her eyes on Scotty to keep herself grounded. She was worried that if she looked at the Presley man, she’d snap her mouth shut and sink into oblivion, too mortified to recover from her reaction at the Hayride, “Yeah. Daddy’s been tryin’ to get his name out there. This was his first big gig.”
Dixie giggled from under Elvis’ arm, “He’s a funny little act. He’s got a good voice.”
Bill chuckled and shook his head, leaning forward on his elbows to look at (Y/N), “Sure, he’s got potential. Could be good without your daddy leading his career, though.”
(Y/N)’s brows furrowed as Bill waved down a waitress, unsure what he meant by that. She may not have liked her father’s music and thought it was boring and too conservative, but he was still her father. A flash of courage washed over her as she sat up straighter, her eyes narrowing in Bill’s direction. "You sayin’ my daddy don’t know what he’s doin’?”
Bill disregarded her comment as he ordered two baskets of fries and flirted with the young waitress, but the group around her watched her with wary eyes. Betty had a slight grin toying on her features, and (Y/N) knew she was proud of her for sticking up for her family. She may be fighting with her father at the moment, but she’d defend him any time of day.
“Now, now, little lady, don’t get so defensive,” Bill said, holding his hands up as he relaxed against the booth. "I was just sayin’ he’s got a different demo than what I’m guessin’ your brother’s goin’ for.”
(Y/N)’s frown deepened, and she fought the urge to say something else, but she knew it wouldn’t do her any good. So, she bit her tongue, opting to scoff and roll her eyes as she took a sip of her milkshake. The group didn’t quite know how to move on, they didn’t know each other well enough to slide onto another topic of conversation so quickly, but Elvis suddenly spoke up, smoothing the rough patch as if he’d been remedying their squabbles for years.
“I’d love to bake a biscuit of that song he sang, y’know?” Elvis spoke up, his hand waving through the air as he spoke. His lip curled as he spoke, and it would have seemed malicious if he had been saying anything else. "It could be real hip with Scotty’s guitar skills.”
(Y/N) faintly smiled, her eyes trained on her fingers as they traced the lip of her glass. She felt something nudge her foot under the table, and her gaze snapped up to meet Elvis’ electrifying blue eyes. He was grinning at her, but it wasn’t like how Betty grinned at her. Betty often looked standoffish and mean when she grinned, but he looked inviting, friendly in a way that (Y/N) had never seen before. (Y/N) felt her smile widen, and she sat up again, letting herself become more comfortable.
(Y/N) hadn’t realized that the group had spent the entire night tucked into that diner until the sun started peeking through the window beside them, and the waitress began offering coffee instead of milkshake refills. They talked and talked, and it was as if they had known each other their entire lives. Betty had tucked into Scotty’s side, and (Y/N) had noticed that she was slowly rubbing her hand over his thigh as they talked in hushed whispers. Bill had disappeared to sit at the bar counter, chatting up the young waitress refilling salt shakers behind the counter. Dixie had fallen asleep early into the night, leaving (Y/N) and Elvis to talk amongst themselves.
It surprised (Y/N) how easily they clicked. After his performance that night, (Y/N) thought she’d be too horrified to even look him in the eye, but now she didn’t want to stop. Like when he was on stage, Elvis drew her in. He kept her attention with his shy smiles and expressive hands. Even while he tried to stay still so Dixie could sleep soundly on his chest, his free hand moved this way and that, like he just couldn’t stop himself. (Y/N) let a small smile grace her features as the thought that he always had a soulful beat drumming in his soul, unable to let his body rest for even a moment, ran through her mind.
The more they talked, the more she wanted to know about him. He was so much more than the wiggly boy she watched on stage that night. He was a poor boy from Tupelo, Mississippi, that grew up around the beautiful sounds of genuine jazz and blues music, listening to soul-changing gospels and imitating them as he grew. He liked to hang out on Beale Street in Memphis, and most of his inspiration came from the music he’d hear trickling out of bars and restaurants along the street. (Y/N) was in awe of him and how he spent his life; it was so different from hers.
As if that weren’t enough, he seemed to be just as entranced by her as she was by him. She didn’t think he had taken his eyes off her the whole night, and it was slowly driving her wild. She had never had anyone pay such close attention to her; it was almost overwhelming. But, a part of her relished in it. She wondered if the hidden part of her that had made that brief appearance during his performance, the unapologetically wild part of her, urged her to be as bold as Betty was being. Sometime throughout the night, she had extended her foot and let it softly nudge his, and then, as the night progressed, their feet became tangled, and their ankles hooked around each other. It would have been innocent enough, it hadn’t moved past that, but Elvis’ girl was asleep on his chest as he played footsie with (Y/N).
The small action brought a faint blush to the apples of her cheeks, and it remained there until the night turned to day. (Y/N) glanced out the window for the first time in a while, needing to take a quick breather from Elvis’ enchanting eyes, and her heart dropped when she saw that the sky was no longer sleek black and dotted with bright stars but a pretty mixture of yellows, pinks, and oranges.
“Oh, no,” (Y/N) breathed, her jaw hanging slack as she turned back to Elvis. His brows had furrowed together, confused by her sudden change in demeanor.
“What’s wrong, doll?” Elvis asked, and (Y/N) finally realized that his voice had become raspy from all their talking. A shiver ran down her spine as she pushed away the feelings stirring in her stomach.
(Y/N) nervously chuckled, “My daddy’s gonna kill me. My curfew was nine o’clock.”
Elvis let out a hearty laugh, “D’ya know how late it was when I got ‘ere?”
“Yeah,” (Y/N) nodded, a sheepish smile gracing her features as her eyes fell to her lap. Speaking with Elvis all night pulled something within her to the surface, and although she still blushed profusely as she said it, she didn’t hesitate. "I guess I don’ mind my daddy bein’ upset with me if I’ve been out with you all night.”
A sense of accomplishment filled (Y/N)’s heart when she saw Elvis’ tanned skin start to glow red, and he ducked his head to shield it from her view. He’d been causing her to blush all night, and the fact that she could do the same to someone like him brought an elated feeling to her heart. It was like she was back at the Hayride, reliving the feeling that Elvis’ music made her feel.
(Y/N) happily sighed and glanced toward Betty, seeing she was in the same position as Dixie. She was leaning against Scotty, her head on his shoulder as she softly snored, and Scotty was doing the same with his head atop hers. (Y/N) softly smiled and reached across Scotty to shake Betty awake. Betty groaned and swatted (Y/N)’s hand away, and she softly chuckled as she glanced back at Elvis. He watched her attempt to wake her friend, his eyes alight with something (Y/N) had never seen a man look at her with. She grew warmer under his gaze, but she redirected her attention to Betty.
“Betty, we’ve gotta go,” (Y/N) said, her fingers gently pinching Betty’s thigh.
“I’m comfy, I ain’t leavin’,” Betty whined, snuggling further into Scotty’s chest. The guitarist started to stir, but he didn’t fully wake. (Y/N) hummed, her lips pursing as she tried to think of something to do. She knew Betty wasn’t a heavy sleeper, but waking her up shouldn’t have been this hard.
“You got any ideas?” (Y/N) asked Elvis, watching him quietly chuckle at his friend and Betty. He nodded and began to untangle his legs from (Y/N)’s. A slight frown made its way to her face from the loss of contact, but it was quickly replaced by a shocked smile when Scotty suddenly shouted out in pain, his eyes flying open as he directed his anger toward Elvis.
“What the hell, man!” Scotty shouted, finally stirring Betty awake as he sat up straight and turned toward his friend. The guitarist tried to kick Elvis back, but the man in the pink suit was too quick and easily dodged the hit with a sly grin.
Elvis and (Y/N) laughed, the reactions of their friends too hilarious to keep quiet for Dixie’s sake. Finally, the young girl let out a noise of disapproval and heaved herself off Elvis’ chest, her eyes narrowed into a harsh glare as she awoke from her slumber.
“What is goin’ on, Elvis?” Dixie whined, rubbing her eyes and smearing her eyeliner around her eyes. (Y/N) grinned, finding it humorous that she could be so crabby after a night of sleeping on Elvis’ chest. (Y/N) would be over the moon if she had the opportunity; she didn’t think that even a rude awakening could ruin her mood if she got to be held by him while she slept.
“The cats gotta go, Scotty,” Elvis chuckled, running his hand along his jaw as he spoke. (Y/N) bit her lip as she watched the movement, the unfamiliar churning of her stomach returning. She wasn’t sure what he did to her, but she wasn’t complaining. On the contrary, she loved the warm feeling it brought to her entire body.
Scotty rolled his eyes and gently patted Betty’s hip to tell her to get out of the booth. (Y/N), Dixie, and Elvis soon followed suit, stretching their limbs above their heads to relieve the tension of sitting in the cramped booth for so long. (Y/N)’s head lolled on her shoulders as she asked the waitress for the check, but Elvis soon stepped in and handed the young girl a five-dollar bill, telling her to keep the change for herself.
“Elvis, you don’t gotta pay for us.” (Y/N) protested, reaching out to grab the bill from the girl, but Elvis shooed her along before (Y/N) could even take one step forward. (Y/N) frowned, her eyes meeting his. "We invited ya, we should pay.”
Elvis just shook his head, smirking down at her as he spoke quietly enough that the others couldn’t hear, “I ain’t never let a lady pay, not for a night as fun as this.”
(Y/N) blushed, and her head bowed. She could not meet his eyes; she feared he’d see the utter adoration she had garnered for him over the last few hours swimming through her irises. For whatever reason, that would have been worse than when she first faced him in the diner. Their group of six began to head for the exit, and (Y/N) found herself retreating into her own mind. She didn’t want to leave, not yet. She had only just met Elvis; she wanted to know more about him, she wanted to spend more time with him.
Betty left to use the phone booth to call Jimmie, and Elvis, the true southern gentleman he was, insisted on waiting around until Jimmie came to pick them up. (Y/N) let herself believe it was because he wanted to spend more time with her just as she did him. Their group continued to chat, picking up the conversations they had dropped before their group dispersed a few hours prior.
Jimmie arrived sooner than (Y/N) had hoped, his tired eyes shining brightly as he realized that his sister was alright after she hadn’t returned to the carnival camp. Scotty walked Betty to Jimmie’s truck, holding it open with a grin as they said their goodbyes, and (Y/N) hung back to exchange a few last words with Elvis.
Elvis let his arm drape over (Y/N)’s shoulder, and he pulled her into a one-armed hug, his large hand secured on her arm to hold her close. (Y/N) felt butterflies erupt in her stomach, and they only worsened when he dropped his hand to slip a neatly folded napkin into the waistband of her skirt.
“If ya ever find yourself in Memphis,” he quietly said, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he led her to Jimmie’s truck. He leaned against the open door, offering his hand to help her inside. (Y/N) smiled at him, but her eyes fell to the younger teenage girl standing a few feet behind him. Her arms were tightly crossed over her chest, and her face was drawn into a pinched glare directed only at (Y/N).
(Y/N) knew at that moment that if her father didn’t kill her for her behavior tonight, Dixie would.
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National champion- Pablo Gavi
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When your country makes it to the final of any sporting event it's a big deal but when your boyfriend is competing that makes it even more of a big deal. Tonight is the nations league final and my boyfriend Pablo is part of the squad for Spain. A few days ago he played in the semi final and sadly I couldn't make it as I had go to work and I wasn't even sure if I could make the final as I didn't think my boss would let me have the time off. After a few days of constantly bugging him my boss finally agreed to give me a few days off and you best believe I didn't look back from that I booked my flights that minute as I was going to make this final if it's the last thing I do. That night I packed my suitcase as my flight left early in the morning and went straight to bed so I don't look like a zombie at the game.
On the plane I was so nervous and excited. I was nervous for the game as its a final which means all the players will be feeling the pressure and if they lose it will just be heartbreaking but on the other hand I'm really excited as Pablo doesn't know I'm coming so I get to surprise him. It's hard to believe that this is Pablo's second nations league final at just the age of 18 I mean I've barely done anything with my life during the week I go to my university classes and then I work most weekends but he's playing for his country which is just amazing. For the entire flight I was thinking about how happy Pablo will be if the team win, it would really just top off the amazing season he's had. Part of me is worried as Croatia are a tough team but I believe in Spain and I know that they can do it.
As soon as my flight landed I raced through the airport and got a taxi to the hotel where I was meeting Pablo's family. They already flew out the other day but they offered to meet me before the game so we could catch up and then go together which was sweet as I was definitely going to get lost without them. When I got to the hotel I quickly changed into my Spain jersey and sorted myself out before heading to the lobby where his family and some of his friends were waiting for me. It was so nice to see them as I haven't got see them in a while with being so busy and they are like a second family to me so I missed them. Aurora and I caught up and gossiped about what's been going on in our lives which we always make seem like a tv show but in reality it's not that dramatic. Sometimes I think Pablo hates how close I am with his sister especially when we whisper things to each other whilst he's in the room but I know deep down he likes that we get along so well.
We pretty much all headed straight to the stadium and found our seats with the other players families. I didn't really know anyone else but Pablo's parents started a few conversations with other people so I just joined in when necessary and then texted Aurora to ask who the people were. After a while more nerves could be felt around the stadium and it almost became eerily quiet as fans went through a last minute panic before they get ready to cheer for their country. I was feeling the nerves too as I haven't talked to Pablo all day so I don't know how he's feeling and I haven't been able to try and take away any doubts in his mind like I usually would.
"Y/n there's a bit of time for you to go and see Pablo before the game you should go" Pablo's mum said
"Are you sure don't you want to go and see him?" I asked
"No you go I saw him earlier plus I think he would prefer to see you" she said
With that I rushed off and found my way down the tunnel and to the locker room just as the players beginning to head towards them. First I saw Jordi who sent me a smile and then Pablo and Ansu came around the corner. Like usual Pablo wasn't paying attention but Ansu was so he elbowed him for me and pointed in my direction. As soon as he noticed me his expression changed and I saw his eyes light up which made me smile knowing that I was the one that made him that happy. He ran right over and picked me up into a big bear hug which was so tight I almost couldn't breathe but I would never tell Pablo as I love getting these hugs from him. Eventually he put me down and quickly kissed my lips as we both prefer not to kiss in public too much but he still had an arm around my waist so that I was stood close to him.
"I can't believe you're here how did you convince your boss?" He asked
"With a lot of begging and just generally looking miserable so I don't think I can get more time off for a while or I might lose my job" I joked
"Well I'm just happy you're here" he said
"As much as I want to stay here forever you should go and get ready to be amazing out there like you always are" I said
"Thank you amor I will see you after we win" he said
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Watching the match was incredibly stressful as it was just back and forth the entire time but neither team had great chances. Pablo had a shot in the first half but it was difficult for him and he sent it just wide. When Pablo came off I could sense the disappointment that he hadn't scored and the nerves as he could no longer make a difference to the result. By the time extra time was over everyone was feeling the pressure as the team don't have the best record with penalties recently and no one wanted a repeat of the World Cup. I don't think I've ever been more nervous in my life as I watched each player come up to take a penalty. Once two of the Croatian players had missed it was Spains chance to win but I couldn't watch so I hid behind my hands until I heard cheers and I knew they'd done it.
Pablo's family and I all hugged each other and me and his mum wiped the tears from each others eyes. I don't think either of us knew we were crying we were just so happy and proud that the tears were inevitable. We laughed with each other about how pathetic we were being and vowed not to mention it or Pablo would definitely make fun of us for a good few weeks. Being the amazing girlfriend that I am as soon as the celebrations started I pulled out my phone and filmed the whole thing as I know Pablo won't remember everything and he will want to look back on the time he won his first national competition. It was difficult to keep a steady hand as I was just so excited but I think I mostly managed it.
We watched all the celebrations from the stands and cheered for every player and then again when the team lifted the trophy. For a while they celebrated on the pitch before families were finally allowed to get out there and join the players. Pretty much as soon as my feet touched the pitch Pablo started running in my direction until we met somewhere in the middle. He had so much momentum that I nearly fell backwards as his arms went around my waist but luckily Pablo was steady enough on his feet to hold me up. While he was hugging me he took one arm off from around my waist to signal his family to join us so we ended up in a giant group hug with me stuck in the middle but it was still a great experience. Eventually they all let go and I was free again but that only lasted a few seconds as Pablo wanted me by his side so I stood next to him as other things went on around us.
Once everyone had congratulated Pablo he wanted to take pictures so we all took loads of pictures some with his family, some with his friends and some of just us. Pablo wanted me to be in all of the pictures but I managed to convince him to let go of me to have a few with just his family as I know his parents will want pictures like that. One he had those pictures he came right back over and dragged me with him to go and look at the trophy. I was with him when the team won la liga so I have seen and held that trophy but when Pablo handed me this one it was much heavier than I expected but luckily he still had hold of it so I was able to adjust my grip before he actually let go.
It was really cool holding the trophy but it did mean that there was suddenly loads of cameras on me and Pablo as they just wanted pictures of all the players with the trophy. I don't really like having the cameras on me especially when it feels like half the worlds media is taking your picture at once. Pablo knows I hate all of the attention so he gave the trophy to one of his teammates and we tried to get away from the cameras but a few followed us to the other side of the pitch clearly wanting more pictures of the golden boy. He wasn't happy with this so he took the Spanish flag I had around my shoulders and and held it above us so no one could get a good view of us. He used this opportunity to press a few kisses to my lips which obviously I returned. For some reason I felt a rush of adrenaline as we kissed in front of all those people but without anyone able to see it was like I was hiding something in plain sight.
Once we had been left alone Pablo took the flag away from over our heads but he then gave me one corner for us to hold over our shoulders as we finally went to leave the pitch. When we were out of sight I couldn't stop smiling as I thought about everything that happened tonight and how it's going to change the future of this version of the national team. Looking over to Pablo by my side also made me feel all warm inside as I am just so proud of him and everything he has achieved this season as not only does it give him more confidence but it proves all the people that hate him wrong even if they will never admit it. It's hard to believe that the shy teenager who just wanted to play football I met a few years back is now a La Liga, supercopa and nations league winner and not to mention the youngest goal scored for Spain at a World Cup. As much as Pablo has a lot of titles to his name he hasn't changed one bit he's still quite shy and always wants to be playing football.
We walked down the tunnel together but when we reached the locker room I gave him a kiss and told him to go and have fun with his teammates. He promised not to be back too late but I told him not to worry and with that he ran off and started jumping about with the team looking incredibly happy. I then left with his family to head back to the hotel and wait for my champion to get back so we can spend some time alone together.
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same anon from before with the fandom question (sorry it was confusing) but I’d love to have the list you mentioned in the tags :)
Of course! It's quite a lengthy list, so I put it under the cut ( ╹▽╹ )
Here is every media I'm interested in or have played/watched and enjoyed. The ones indulge in the most will be colored blue :) and past hyperfixations will be purple !
Amanda the Adventurer
Bendy and the Ink Machine (i got frustrated on the game cus it kept bugging out and never finished it...lol)
Beastars (only watched season 1 a few years ago :"3)
BNA: Brand New Animal
Bugbo
Bungou Stray Dogs
Camp Camp
Catghost
Charlie the Unicorn
Class of '09
Cold Front
Cookie Run (i'm primarily a kingdom player)
Corpse Party
Cuphead (LOVE that game!! Stuck on King Dice!!!)
Danganronpa (all 5 games, but I am into some fangans as well, such as DRDT and SDRA2)
Dead End: Parnormal Park
Dead Plate
Deltarune
Demon Slayer (my brother made me watch it. Was confused 100% of the time but I liked the girl with the ribbon sword)
Doki Doki Literature Club
Don't Hug Me I'm Scared
Ducktales (2018)
Elevator Hitch
Endzone
Fire Force (only the anime sadly)
Five Nights at Freddy's (security breach i will End you)
Foxina's Quest for Sparkling Love!! (No i won't explain)
Friday Night Funkin'
Gravity Falls
Hollow Knight
How to Train Your Dragon (kind of. I only watched the first two movies and some of umm race to the edge i think it was)
Invader Zim (never finished the show but the humor kills me)
Kill Bill
Lego: Monkie Kid
Little Misfortune
Little Nightmares (LOVE those games!! They got me into horror)
Llamas with Hats
Mad Father
Marble Hornets
Mine Nights at Freddy's (it's a minecraft roleplay series on yt, it's very good!!)
Mothered (the game . Lord that game.)
Murder Drones
My Hero Academia
My Little Pony
Nanbaka
Night in the Woods
OMORI
Oneshot (niko i miss y ou)
Pokémon
Popee the Performer
Rick and Morty (i guess?)
Riddle School
Sonic
South Park
Spiderverse (i'm not a big fan of the marvel/dc universes, but gwen stacy i love you)
Spooky Month
Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion
Spy X Family
Star vs. The Forces of Evil
Steven Universe (my first ever media hyperfix!)
Tattletail
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
The Amazing Digital Circus
The Amazing World of Gumball
The Disasteous Life of Saiki K
The Henry Stickmin Collection
The Mandela Catalogue
The Smile Tapes
The Owl House
The Walten Files
Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun
TribeTwelve
Twelve
Undertale
Vita Carnis
Warriors
Wings of Fire
Your Turn To Die - Death Game by Majority
#anon asks#this is a long post i apologize#ironically i was actually playing pokemon when i got this ask lol#pokemon black btw#very good game i caught an audino i am soooo happy
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hiii so I have been thinking about this a lot, what would the reaction of M3 ( + whoever you want tbh, if you decide to add more ) be if they learn what MC had a pet on Earth with the exact same name as LIs ( or not only LIs ) and that pet also acts like them a lot? The pet was named before meeting LIs I mean, so its not named after them. so like how would MC introduce their pet to their LI? how would they live together?
what made me think about it is the fact that I got my cat before I knew about last legacy. cats name is Felix and after I thought about it he does act similar to the LL Felix (my love i miss him so much where is he). except all the reading and talking of course, my cat can't do that, unfortunately or not. "Felix, meet Felix. And Felix, meet Felix". that sounds silly but it is definitely what I would say.
also one of my online friends has a hamster named sage and they don't know about LL so that has been on my mind even more because. it is funny. sage the catman and sage the hamster (tiny).
sadly, no anisas were found by me...
I'd appreciate it if kept the cat as a pet for MC whos LI is Felix if you fid this request but its not necessary!
this is kind of a lot, sorry for rambling. hope you have a great day!
Man I've had this in my inbox for ages I am so sorry but I'm doing it now so there's that
Felix Escellun
Since Felix has had Stella (and to a lesser extent, Sage), he's already used to dealing with cats and stray fur.
Maybe your cat can't read, but he can certainly lounge around on Felix's lap, tangled up in the blankets, snoozing as Felix reads his romance novels out loud. Sometimes you'll be in the other room and hear him taper off and kinda go 'oh... Ooooh....' and then you hear your cat start meowing and Felix going 'No I absolutely cannot read this out loud!! You shall simply have to experience it for yourself later. I assure you it shall be well worth the wait' and then your cat kinda gives this resigned purr and you're just dying
You can also find them sleeping on the couch together, human Felix laying on his stomach and snoring and cat Felix laying on human Felix's butt and snoring
Cat Felix trying to find birds for Fe to taxidermy? Watching Felix go about his work? Perhaps has a little pile of dead bugs?
Anisa Anka
Let's say you have.. a... rat!
Anisa watches Ratatouille and becomes convinced your rat can cook... tries to let Rat!Annie help her make food by picking spices. It doesn't go well. Please have a fire extinguisher on hand.
Absolutely loves building mazes for your rat. Doesn't give her too many treats but usually has an extra one or two in her pocket. Speaking of, loves carrying your rat in her pocket. Sometimes Anisa sets up an obstacle course for herself alongside the rat one and they race. Winner gets a kiss from you and also a snacc
You know how when you tickle rats they can actually laugh? Anisa is fascinated. Rat!Annie squeaks up a storm. And when you tickle Anisa her fur goes all poofy and she also starts squealing.
Sage Lesath
While having a hamster would be funny, I'm gonna say you have a dog. But like a pomeranian so it's this little white ball of fluff.
Both very cuddly,,, both very loud,,,,, both very easily distracted by birds,,,,
Your dog is nosing you for attention so you lean down and you're like 'Awww Sage!! Who's my good little boy?' and Sage just appears out of nowhere to bop his head against your arm because He Wants Headpats Too >:(
Actually that happens a lot. You're combing Cat!Sage's hair and your dog comes over and starts barking because He Needs To Be Groomed Right This Second ! ! ! The two are constantly vying for your attention. Will growl/snap at each other sometimes. You can keep them in control with a few stern words. Then they both do the sad eyes/whimper thing. Puppies. Dorks.
Go to the park,,, play fetch,,,, they both go running off after the frisbee,,,,,
Both insist on sleeping in your bed. Your dog will frequently try to crawl in between you two to get ultimate cuddles.
Sage would try dog food, probably. Just out of curiosity. He ends up liking it.
#fictif#fictif last legacy#last legacy#felix iskandar escellun#felix escellun#anisa anka#sage lesath#fictif felix#fictif anisa#fictif sage#last legacy felix#last legacy anisa#last legacy sage#anon asks
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Woah, Issue 62 was out since the 5th? How'd I miss that!?
Alright, lemme tear into it @randomthefox @darklightheart
For recap...
"Even though one villain's relevancy was literally over 10 issues ago, and the other is a char that never was introduced in mainline IDW till now"
Lovely start, and the art this issue by Roth. Admittedly I don't dislike his stuff like current ABT and Evan, but I'm expecting meme faces
For the story...
Ian, not every racing game is continuity tied to main games like Riders. This also laughably makes events in Zombot MORE avoidable if everyone had transforming vehicles that fly outside Tails!
Ian also shows he misunderstands why Knux is on Angel Island. Or that Eggman legit has no interest after Adventure 2
In fairness, this is partially cuz Sonic Team is aware fandom is too tied to the idea of him being a guardian for title, even though the reasoning (Angel Island's landmass is risen from survivors of the Chaos incident, to ensure Chaos trapped in the ME isn't accessed), though said reasoning sadly is limited to Japan guides in noting survivors existing (though in game for the Mystic Ruins shows that survivors did indeed depict Chaos, so fans pls)
Regardless, I'm getting too agitated for a small remark from Amy
As she falls in the pit trap-
Oh, it's just...unstable ground? She wasn't in Marble Garden. Knux's patrols also seem poorly done given the ME is still open. Whatever
Amy shows the statu- hey
Wait wait wait (issue 61)
Also Amy oddly is taking credit for this, but Roth is misreading emotions this scene. Also Knux oddly has 2 cheek creases, but meh
Anyway, he teases her for falling through a hole (why is there one), and deduces that the relic that I doubt will be explained why Eggman has it is from Marble Garden mashed with Mystic Ruins. When the latter is literally on Earth...
I love mislabeled geography
Anyway, we cut to this
So first off, when and how do you guys know each other? A phone call to a secretive merc traitor makes sense if Mimic was bounty hunting or an assassin, even had Starline erase records. He's legit been trying to lay low after Bad Guys
Second, Ian, you established that Clutch also wanted to lie low. Why start a public company (which he definitely did not have in the Chaotix issue 48 story)? And why do one that legit was just doing what the Resistence/Restoration was doing? This is genuinely stupid for both time and competition in business
Like salvaging and recycling in an underground market maybe, or for ulterior reasons like a scrap mecha army, but a public company that cleans up? That's stupid
Alright so bar my rant, Mimic doesn't want to infiltrate the Restoration at first, but then Clutch tells him that the lesbians are there
Because clearly, Mimic can't simply bug off rationally, we apparently need backstab drama
Back to Knux-oh come on! (See last panel)
You really expect people to search for the Free Comic day issue? That's bad planning! Same with relying on alt spinoffs!
Worse, they resolved the issue of the burrowing mechs last year (our time) in said Free Comic Day issue! So that's not even an excuse here
That said, half of this page makes me laugh
At least Ian is partially aware no one gives a cent for Jewel. Which is kinda sad
Part 2 cuz image limits: https://www.tumblr.com/kinopioa/723682040470487040/part-1-continuing-on-so-anyway-we-have-amy?source=share
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☤ - a memory of death/loss
//putting this under a read more due its dark tones and Pokemon death
"Teacup? Where are you?" Before he ever started going by the name, Honey, he was Joon Woo. Joon Woo stares out at his flower field, where the family's passive Combees fluttered by. His Cutiefly almost never left his side, so it was truly puzzling that the little one had gone missing.
At first he thinks poor Teacup got smothered in honey; trapped in its goopy texture. What a silly bug, he laughs to himself, trying to ease the nerves out of him. So he goes to check on the hives and Combees to search for them. When this takes all day and there's no sign of his Cutiefly. . . the worry doesn't end. Even the leader of the Combees, the Vespiquen, knows to not dare hurt Teacup.
When nobody on the family flower and honey farm knows where Teacup went, Honey ventures out from the woods and into Floroma Town. Cutieflies are not native to Sinnoh, surely someone in town would have see him? Surely Teacup drifted to the flower shop, lured by their hibiscus flowers as per usual?
But no. He wasn't there. Where could he be? Joon Woo's mother calls him when it's getting to dark to come home. He says he can't until he searches the woods for his bug.
So dressed in a jacket and donning a flashlight, he searches. He searches for days but can't find him. Every night that ends with him coming home empty handed and staring sadly at Teacup's bed, a china teacup with a small cushion but it's empty. It drowns his heart in sorrow. Did Teacup hate him? Did he do something to upset his precious bug?
He stops sleeping in the bed. He kept waking up half expecting Teacup to be there. He started to sleep in odd places, until one day he fell asleep in a day time nap in his flower field. At dusk, he woke up to a Duskull prodding him. Strange. Pokemon normally avoid the flower farm entirely due to how many Combees there were.
The Duskull stares at him sadly. It stares and stares, its red eye peering into Honey's defeated gaze. Then something clicks. It was Teacup. But how? And WHY.
"Take me to wh. where Teacup is-" Joon Woo says immediately after. The Duskull leads him back to the house, up the stairs and to the left and stops at his brother's room.
Without hesitation, he barges in there. The Duskull pulls something from the closet. With his heart full of dread, he opens a small box to reveal its contents.
A pair of severed Cutiefly wings.
What happened next was a blur, he remembers faintly dropping the box, trying not to vomit and scream, before he races down the stairs to find his parents but he finds his brother first.
His brother.
HIS BROTHER.
H I S
B R O T H E R
"I'LL KILL YOU-"
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Bad Girl's Club, Chapter 14
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: mentions of fighting/arguing, mentions of cuts/scrapes, angst, transphobia, mention of a physical altercation.
Lily bit her lip as Curtis led her back to his office in silence. She didn’t want to bug the older man, but she could feel the slightest bit of tension in the room. And it was something that she wanted to address, “M-Mr. Everett.”
You can call me Curtis, Miss. Drysdale.”
“Then you can call me, Lily.”
He stopped at the door of his office and turned around abruptly. Lily, who was lost in her own thoughts ran straight into him. But instead of falling back on her ass, like she’d expected, she was caught by the large man, swallowed up in his arms. Her heart raced as she felt the tautness of his form against herself. She released a shaky breath as his gaze found hers.
Curtis bit his lip, and she looked at him curiously. He looked lost in his own thoughts for a moment before he shook his head and released her. He was quick to turn on his heel and head towards his desk, where a first aid kit was perched above it, without so much as a word to her.
“I-I think I should stick with Miss. Drysdale…” he replied sadly. She frowned, her heart plummeting slightly at the words from the older man. She leaned against the door frame, feeling slightly dejected and unable to mask her emotions. Curtis pulled the first aid kit down and set it on the edge of the desk, “come here, sweetheart…let’s get you cleaned up.”
Lily’s eyes shot to his back. The simple comment seemed to slip way to easily from his lips. He’d also managed to contradict himself by saying that he should stay formal, but also call her by a term of endearment. And her brain started racing as she tried to piece together what that could possibly mean. Was he just being nice to her? And Curtis almost missed the way that she looked at him when he turned around. Her eyes lit up and giving him a doe-look; innocent and sweet. It made the stoic man’s own heart flutter.
“Miss Drysdale?”
“S-sorry,” she muttered softly. Curtis patted the top of the desk, and she hopped up while he turned his attention back to the kit. She felt her heart melting as she looked at him. She watched how he sorted through the bandages and antiseptics to find what he was looking for, “th-thanks. Uhm, thank you for this…”
“You need to stop fighting, Miss Drysdale,” he warned carefully, ignoring how she was being thankful towards him, “you know those girls were-“
“They were ganging up on you,” she said quickly, cutting him off, “i-it was rude and a disgusting thing to do.”
Curtis gave her a soft smile as his heart fluttered in his chest again, “you don’t need to protect me…they are just some horny teenage girls. I know that it was because of what I did at the pep rally. I shouldn’t have done that, even in the name of school spirit.”
“But Mr. Collins and Mr. Storm, and even my dad did it too…all of them took off their shirts and painted a letter on their chests. It wasn’t just you that did it, Curtis. And none of them were harassed…at least not in the classes I had with them.”
“Lil-“
“Curtis…” she said carefully, cutting the older man off. He froze. Something within him reacted to the way that she said his name so firmly, so full of authority, and the way that she cupped his face in her much smaller hands. His heart raced in his chest, and he had to look away from her eyes. He did, but only to realize something more compromising. That in the middle of their conversation, he hadn’t noticed that he’d absentmindedly taken care of her scrapes and his hand was now resting high on her thigh, his fingertips barely touching the edges of her pushed up skirt.
Had he pushed up her skirt so that it rode high on her thigh?
He felt the stocking, and how it was ripped beneath his fingertips. How there was a cut he’d somehow missed just beneath the frayed fabric a few inches above her knee.
He looked away from her, his hand moving all to quickly. Lily bit her lip as she stared at him.
“You need to be better than them,” he said quickly, avoiding meeting her gaze as he turned back to grab yet another alcohol wipe so that he could lean the last cut, “you need to be more mature and rise above what they are say-“
“Why?” she said quickly, cutting him off yet again, “why do I have to be the one that has to be more mature than them?”
Curtis had felt a small rage bubbling within him while she argued with him. And while it wasn’t anything serious, it did get him wound up.
She had to be better than the other girls.
She had to be above it.
Because how could he justify his growing crush on the 18-year-old if she was just another one of his students? That would make him a sick man to have a crush on a girl.
He was trying to put her on a pedestal, and he was slightly annoyed that she didn’t see it. In his emotions, he gave a low growl, and ripped along her stockings; the force tugging at her body slightly and alerting her to something beneath the surface. The air in the room started to feel thicker. The sexual tension between the two became palpable.
Their eyes met and a silent gasp was shared between the both of them. It was like it simultaneously clicked, and they realized the underlying emotions within each other.
Lily felt the heat from his body, and she realized that the foot that had been between them was merely inches now. Her heart raced as she started thinking about how kissable his lips looked; how perfectly pink they were. All of the fantasies she’d had replayed in her head…the long nights between her and her fingers, where she tried to imagine he was with her in her bed…
Curtis cupped her face and leaned in, his eyes closing slightly. Lily mirrored his actions when she felt his lips finally touch her own.
“Jenna said I’m being too hard on you.” Lance’s eyes met his best friend’s and he nodded, unable to find the words to say. Nick frowned and fiddled with his hands, “I don’t like that the two of you have feelings for each other…”
“Ni-“
“My daughter and best friend,” he grumbled, cutting the younger man off with a heavy sigh, “I mean think of that…what father wants to see his best friend dating his daughter.”
Lance frowned, his heart plummeting to the pit of his stomach, “it-it’s not like I planned it out or anything.”
“I know you’d never hurt her or anything,” he muttered. Lance’s eyes shot to his friends, and he took a shaky breath, at the thought of what could possibly come next, “I just…I can’t allow that to happen.”
Lance frowned yet again. He knew that he shouldn’t be surprised over that reaction, but Nick had done the smallest thing in giving him a false sense of hope for just a few moments. He clasped his hands together in front of himself, “why did you all me over here, Nick.”
“You’re my best friend, Lance.”
“You’re the one that walked away from me,” Lance reminded him, “I didn’t try to end our friendship over an email from the school.”
“I freaked out.”
“Yeah, no shit, sherlock,” Lance grumbled, “you kicked me out of your house that night when we all talked about shit at the school, and then just a few days later, I’m getting a text that you don’t want me to come around anymore…that you don’t think Jenna would be safe around me…”
“You were caught masturbating in your office to porn that was like my daughter!”
“Like your daughter! Do you even hear yourself?” Lance asked, his rage building, “you say that like she’s a fucking novelty. Like your daughter. Yes. I get it. I know Jenna is different. I know that she’s transgender, Nick. But I-I’m-I’m not going over my sexual preferences with you.”
“I told her I’m not going to help her or pay for her bottom surgery if she tried to start a relationship with you.”
Lance felt his heart stop, “y-you what?”
“Jenna doesn’t need to be going after you, Lance,” he grumbled, “you’re too old for her anyways. She’s not even eighteen yet, an-“
“So you are essentially blackmailing and holding your daughter’s emotional well-being hostage?” Lance growled. He stood up, “What the fuck is wrong with you, Nick?”
“What’s wrong with you?” Nick retorted, pushing himself up so that he was eye level with his friend, “That’s my fucking daughter, Lance!”
“She’s a human being!” Lance growled, pointedly pushing his friend, “she deserves to have a choice about who she can love-“
“LOVE!” Nick scoffed, cutting him off, “LOVE? She’s seventeen! She doesn’t know what love is! She sure as hell doesn’t love you! She’s on a date right now! That’s the only reason I invited you here! It’s because she’s not home!”
Lance’s breath caught in his throat, “what? Jenna…she-“
“She’s on a date, Lance,” Nick admitted, “she went to the mall with some of the girls and saw a group of boys from her old school. One of them asked her out on a date. She told me that I was being too hard on you, and that I should talk to you…that we should make up…”
“Sh-she…”
Nick watched as Lance seemed to process his emotions right in front of him. He could practically feel the energy draining out of him as he saw Lance slump back into the chair.
“Lance…”
Lance looked up at him, “What?”
But just as he was going to respond, his phone rang. Nick’s brow furrowed as he looked at the caller ID. He reached over and plucked the phone off the cradle, “Fowler residence…”
“Am I speaking to a ‘Nick Fowler’?” a woman’s voice asked.
“May I ask who’s calling?”
“Sir…this is an important matter,” the woman said in a calm, but swift tone, “are you Nick Fowler, the guardian of a Miss. Jenna Mitchell?”
Nick’s heart raced and he looked to Lance. Lance seemed to notice the tension that developed in the air, and the rigidity of his friend’s posture, “I-I am. Who is this? Why are you calling asking if I’m Jenna’s guardian?”
“This is Saint Lucia’s medical facility,” the woman said in a firm tone. Nick’s heart began to race even further, “sir, I’m calling to inform you that there has been an accident. Miss. Mitchell is in one of our intensive care units an-“
“What happened to Jenna?” Nick asked hurriedly, “Why is she in the ICU?”
“Sir, I’m going to need you to calm down, and come do-“
“CALM DOWN!” Nick growled, cutting the woman off, “That’s my daughter. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?”
“Sir your ‘daughter’ was jumped by a group of boys, outside the back of a movie theater,” the woman said, no longer hiding her disdain for his transgender daughter, “he was beaten up pretty badly. His clothes are shredded…the boys-well it’s better if you were to be here so that the doctor could go over it with you. A concerned couple stopped the act, and the boys ran off. We need you to come down to Saint Lucia’s as he’s still a minor.”
“She.”
“Excuse me?”
“Jenna. Jenna is a she, not a he,” he growled, “she deserves to be treated like a girl…because she is one.”
“Sir…we need you to come down to discuss your child with a doctor.”
Nick felt like he was going to be sick as he agreed and disconnected the phone. He felt like his mind went blank as he tried to gather his keys and his phone. It wasn’t until he noticed Lance putting his hand on the small of his back and begin leading him towards the door did he snap back into what was going on.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Something happened to Jenna,” he said quickly, “I’m going with you.”
Chapter 15
Tag List: @lohnes16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown
#bad girls club#soft curtis everett#curtis everett#snowpiercer#snowpiercer au#coach lance tucker#soft lance tucker#lance tucker#the bronze#nick fowler#the 355#sebastian stan characters#chris evans characters
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late update
its been another three months or so since ive updated, My boyfriend and I have been dating for 17 months, ive fallen so in love with him that ive landed. I dont really get butterflies anymore, although when im with him i feel at peace and like im home. Sadly the honeymoon phase has landed and im starting to doubt myself. he doesn’t put in as much effort anymore as he did before, he hardly compliments me and he he does its because i asked or he comments on how my boobs look in the shirt im wearing. not to mention the lack of time he has for me, and how difficult it is to plan things with him. He’s a speedskater, and he has been for most of his life. He practices and coaches tuesday, wednesday and thursday and most weekends he goes to a city a few ours away for races or practices. I love that he has skating because hes amazing at it, and i truly admire his detication to the sport, although i really only get alone time with him every other monday. I love the odd months of the year when the season is over and i can see him after school more, but even then it isnt often. He has a bad habit of leaving me on read, i know he wont always have time from me but it hurts when i text him and he leaves me on read for house with the only explanation i get being “sorry i got distracted”. It would be different if he told me that hed be busy for the next few hours, but he doesnt I have talked to him about it and hes been good, but this last week its started happening again. I dont know what he loves about me anymore, cause he never tells me. When ask him what he likes about me and why he only says “because you”. I know that for guys it can be harder to express feelings and such, but at the begining of our relationship he would tell me what he loves about me and why without me even asking. I miss how things used to feel, though i know we are growing together and in our own ways.
Another thing that has been bugging me lately is the amount of time he spends with another girl in out grade.This girl is the opposite of me. Mentally shes in a good headspace, shes pretty, athletic, smart and honestly the list could go on. Her and my boyfriend time together cause they have classes together, but even out of class my boyfriend rather than sitting with me and our friends asks us to move to the library while he helps her with some school work. Which is fine im glad hes helping her understand, but the amount of times ive asked him to help me and he forgets completely. Some morning we go to the library which is where this girl and her friends hangout, and she leaves her girlfriends side to talk with my boyfriend. I dont know if im over reacting or if im just emotional, but to me its worrysome.
anyways thanks for whoever may be reading this, lets hope things work out and stuff
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Thurs 10 June ‘21
DREAMS DO COME TRUE and fanfics do come to life, how lucky are we? Seriously though, cooking show Louis AND footie Louis in one day, have we finally crossed out of the dark timeline and into some kind of blessed AU?! Louis is doing a COOKING SHOW (well, a little cooking video), and even better- it’s one of those things where he tries to recreate a recipe on his own for the camera! Full Time Meals is part of Marcus Rashford’s campaign to end child food insecurity in the UK. Celebrity chef Tom Kerridge makes easy meals from cheap ingredients for folks to follow along with, so Louis shouldn’t have too much trouble- good for him, though maybe not quite as entertaining for us, but this is one step closer to Celebrity Bake Off, keep dreaming big and crossing those fingers! Kerridge will post his recipe video on Sunday, and then Monday they’ll post Louis making the same thing. The preview pic is just long ass hair everywhere OMG. Put on a hairnet, hippie! NOT ONLY THAT I guess he is still at the studio, but hey that just means more video for us and not only that, today’s fan videos are of Louis kicking a football around- look at him GO!- with CHILDREN, goddddd. TOOO much, truly excellent.
My Policeman filming officially wrapped, and Harry took a fan pic in London (with a fan called… Harry!) Harry (Styles) is wearing his “louie” shirt (hey I didn’t name the thing okay it’s literally called that) and carrying his blue bandana in his back pocket (on the left, relevant if hanky code, probably not relevant if he was just carrying it for hay fever symptoms or whatever.)
Liam assured us that the Vegas entrepreneur dinner will be very fun and (in his underwear, hello) said that he loves his discord and he did a live chat about Lonely Bug and NFTs. He said, “lonely bug is my inner child,” there will be LB merch- “very limited toy drop might add clothes don’t know,” that the new song has “very very bright lyrics,” and said both that his knee is sore and that his knee is much better thanks, how very Liam.
And in a (these days rare for me) dip into fandom discourse, I see writer Kaitlyn Tiffany is back making the rounds of blogs for her book about the 1D fandom and how craaaazzzy larries are; BLOCK HER. Her tumblr url is kaittiffany (EDIT SJDKJFKS she has deleted since this morning OK THEN but she will be back again; I’m leaving this in for next time as we definitely haven’t seen the last of her, plus you know I went to all the trouble of writing it.) A book actually reporting on this complex and somewhat unique fandom objectively from a place of interest and curiosity would be fascinating and totally worthwhile… but sadly this REALLY ain’t it. She has made it clear she has no intention of actually writing about the intricacies of this fandom, only in finding material to bolster her already decided upon thesis about the ‘clinical paranoia’ and conspiracy theorizing of young women online. Her entire premise is based on her own preconceived bias, and she came here to find things to support her premise rather than coming up with it based on what she saw (not to mention it’s totally dated at this point, she really missed the cultural moment on that) and she has no interest in hearing what we have to say, only in pathologizing to support the sensationalist brief she probably got a publishing advance for and finding things to pull out of context to make her already decided on points. Anyway she wrote the intern- who had not blocked her to that account, oops- offering the ‘choice’ between one of our posts being quoted in her book with or without a name attached GEE THANKS SUCH GREAT OPTIONS; once she sees anything she wants to pull out of context, you can’t do anything about it (this is a public platform), so just block her so she doesn’t see it in the first place.
Hey but since we’re not getting an actual balanced book about the fandom maybe someone should write a companion book to hers analyzing the psychological phenomena of antis! Hey publishers, I can throw around buzz words too plus unlike her I know what I’m talking about as an actual member of this community, check it out: I propose an analysis in the aftermath of the Trump era of ‘othering’ in online spaces and how certain fandom groups operate as a socially acceptable entry level location of practice in demonizing a peer population which can act as a gateway to normalizing the othering of other cultures, races, etc. In this essay book I will address how fans experience peer validation and support to egg each other on in bullying other people because those people have been coded as Other and Wrong and because their community reinforces the idea that attacking other humans is Good Behavior and that normal constraints and ethics are suspended when people need to be Made to Understand the Righteous Truth and that any means justify that end, and how that carries over into non-fandom life and is dangerous as hell. Now THAT’S timely, DM for deets about where to send my advance!
#I have read AT LEAST two fics where Louis has a blog recreating recipes why have I seen no fic posts triumphantly circulating today?#authors this is your moment HYPE YOURSELVES#10 jun 21#my policeman filming
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Jasonette July Day 1: Suit Up
EDIT: Written by The Maribat Pit
Content warning: Swearing, there is a quote that is a reference to Titans!Jason, references to Chloe’s actions in “Battle of the Miraculous”. Rated: T
Inspired by: that one Tumblr post that suggested what would happen if Jason used a Lucky Charm.
Prompt: Suit Up
The kidnappers had Marinette, and Jason knew that desperate times called for desperate measures. Marinette hadn’t returned home from her mission the night before, Plagg returned that morning without her. He explained that Marinette had managed to free most of the kidnapped kids, but she was captured shortly after being depowered. They assumed she was one of the kids that hadn’t managed to escape.
Jason went from slightly worried to absolutely frantic. Roy was still in rehab, and there was no time to call in the Bat clan for help, it was up to him. In his mind, the more time they wasted, the closer she came to sharing his fate. “Great, just fucking fantastic”, he muttered to himself “the bad guys have the girl you love and you’re here looking for her jewelry”. If he went in guns blazing as the Red Hood, they would probably just kill her instantly and without a second thought. That being said, she would probably kill him later for tearing through the apartment like this. He was flipping the bed on its side, opening all the drawers and pulling out all of the contents. He was trying to find the Chinese Miracle Box, thinking maybe someone in there would help him if it meant saving their Guardian. He remembered a conversation they had when his curiosity about her powers got the better of him.
“So what if you were to, hypothetically, use several of these things at once?” He remembered asking.
“I did once, the Multimouse clones were using different fusions. Wearing them all at once can be pretty draining, even the fusions can be pretty taxing at the best of times if I’m not careful” she explained.
She also explained what happened when her old classmate tried to put on various Miraculous at once and started demanding power from them. Suffice it to say she didn’t get her way. So, by the sound of things, Tikki was his best bet, or he’d probably end up pissing off the other ones like Chloe did.
He found the box in her closet and opened it, to find that Plagg’s ring was missing and so were Tikki’s earrings. He closed the box and pushed it back into the closet, before searching the room for the earrings. She had said something before about Plagg and Tikki being the least suspicious of him. Probably because their combined magic was what created the Lazarus pits, the very reason he wasn’t still six feet under. He finally noticed the small red and black box sitting on the chest of drawers, and he popped it open to find the earrings inside. He wasted no time putting the studs in one ear, before a pink ball of light appeared in front of him. The ball of light turned into Tikki who gave a little stretch and yawn before being startled to see Jason instead of Marinette in front of her. “Hey Tikki, sorry, no time to explain but Marinette’s in trouble” he spluttered, “please I need your help, I wouldn’t be asking otherwise”.
“If that’s true, then there’s no time to waste, let’s go!” Tikki exclaimed, “Just say the words and I’ll help you.” Jason’s mind suddenly drew a blank, as he tried to remember what words Marinette used to transform into Ladybug.
“Bug Prism Power Make Up?” he tried.
“He doesn’t know the magic words?” Plagg asked slyly, “our Guardian’s life is on the line and he doesn’t know the magic words”.
“I know that you’d make a nice chew toy for Brutus”, Jason snapped as he tried to think. “Go go Lucky Charm?” he tried, Tikki shook her head.
“Lucky charm usually comes a bit later” she rubbed the back of her head, “keep trying, if Marinette is in trouble, then she needs our help”.
“Okay let me think, uh…It’s Magic Time? Ladybug Up? In brightest day, in blackest night...?” He kept throwing out suggestions, but Tikki continued to shake her head. “Uh, Shazam?” he had to give that one a try at least once, Tikki sighed.
Tikki thought it was admirable watching him at least trying to figure it out, even if Plagg was no help at that moment. It was clear to the little Kwami, she didn’t need to look that hard to know that this boy cared deeply for Marinette, even if he was hesitant to admit it at first. Tikki remembered gently encouraging Marinette to confess her feelings towards him, while Roy and Jason’s brothers took a more…direct approach.
“All right Jason, I’ll tell you the magic words but first,” Tikki told him and they both heard the Kwami’s stomach growl, breaking the awkward silence in the room. Jason remembered why Marinette usually kept a cookie on hand whenever she brought Tikki along, while the faint smell of cheese usually meant Plagg was in tow instead.
“Come on, let’s go get you a cookie” Jason said, “and some cheese for you” he shot Plagg a slightly irritated look. As Jason looked around the kitchen, the only cookies and cheese they had were the cheap stuff. Tikki tried to be polite about the fact that the oreo wasn’t going to cut it, Plagg just turned up his little cat nose at the processed American cheese. “Sorry Tikki, Marinette’s been a bit busy lately,” he told her before rounding on Plagg “what’s your problem?”
“You don’t happen to have any camembert, do you?” he asked, still refusing to even look at the slice of processed cheese.
“Camembert? Who was your last user?” Jason asked incredulously. Desperate times were calling for even more desperate measures, “just hang in there Marinette,” he thought.
Jason wouldn’t be racing over to Wayne Manor if it wasn’t a dire emergency. Tikki was safely tucked away in his jacket pocket, while Plagg was clinging to the hem of his jacket as it billowed behind him. Jason brought his motorbike to a stop just outside the gates, before hopping off darting past Damian, petting a sleeping Alfred the cat in his lap. Right now, he was hoping Alfred the human was baking something that would catch the Kwami’s eye.
Sadly, he was not, a note on the kitchen door explained he wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. Sadly, this couldn’t wait until tomorrow. He opened the kitchen door, the cookies from Alfred’s last batch were stored in a cookie jar on top of the fridge. There was one cookie left, he unzipped his pocket and gestured to the cookie in the jar. Jason reached up and grabbed the jar, before opening it and grabbing the cookie inside. He also reached into the fridge and grabbed the camembert for Plagg. With the Kwami munching on their snacks of choice, he dashed out of the kitchen. Plagg had practically inhaled the wheel of cheese all at once, and glided alongside him. Meanwhile, Tikki clung to the cookie with one hand and the hem of Jason’s pocket with the other.
That morning, Bruce was not expecting to see Jason rushing past him. He wasn’t expecting to see a half-eaten chocolate chip cookie threatening to fly out of his jacket pocket. “Hi, can’t talk now, Marinette needs help, bye.” He called before disappearing down the hallway. Jason dashed past Dick who had just woken up, and Tim was on his way to the kitchen for some more coffee.
“Was that the last cookie?” Dick asked, slightly groggily.
“Oh that had better not be the last cookie” Tim groaned, someone had better be dying if that was the case.
Jason rushed to his motorcycle, and slammed the gate shut behind him before hopping on and putting on his helmet. Tikki was halfway through munching on the cookie, when she gave him a quick rundown of the powers that she would be giving him. Jason knew that the Miraculous granted the user enhanced speed, strength and endurance, he just hadn’t thought there would come a day when he would have to use their power. It was probably for the best that their guardian didn’t choose him when he was 13, for reasons that a bunch of guards were about to find out very soon.
Meanwhile, Marinette found herself in a cage inside a warehouse. There were two men guarding the cage, neither of them knew that Marinette was the girl in the black leather catsuit. They caught her just as the clock had run out on her powers, and they assumed she was one of the kids that had been captured. She was a petite young woman, and they found her dressed in a polka dotted hoodie, shorts and tights. She sent Plagg to go get help, and he had been gone for a few hours now. She was getting increasingly antsy, Jason was probably worried sick about her.
Jason arrived at the suspected gang hideout as fast as could, leapt off his bike and grappled to a vantage point. “Ok, relatively small time trafficking racket. Now where is Pixie Pop?” Jason thought to himself, scanning the area from his vantage point. “Plagg, go find Marinette, and tell her to not transform until I arrive.” Plagg flew out of Jason’s pocket and made his way there. “Alright Tikki, what's the magic word?” The Kwami flew out of Jason’s pocket as he spoke, Tikki glided to Jason’s ear and whispered to him the phrase. Jason repeated “Spots On” and felt power coursing through his veins. It felt like Venom without the addictive or berserk tendencies, pure energy was flowing through him. He felt the uncontrollable urge to pose and move with the flow of energy, doing a flourish of kicks and punches. It ended with him raising his left leg to his head, as if it was a vertical split and slamming it down. “Owwwwwwwwwwww” Jason groaned, “My thighs were not meant to do that.” He was not expecting the compulsive flourishes for the transformation itself.
Jason looked at his reflection in a nearby puddle, he could see he was wearing a full spotted suit and domino mask like Ladybug, yet his leather jacket stayed during the transformation and received its own ladybug pattern. Jason sucked up the pain and pushed onwards to the gang hideout.
Jason snuck in through a vent and approached a large main room, housing most if not all of the guards and their “merchandise” with cages strewn across the room with mostly women and children locked up. He finally sees Marinette, alive but imprisoned in a cage with a few other people in a corner. Jason needed a distraction so that Marinette could transform into Lady Noire. He had to do something to take the attention off every single person in the room.
Jason sighed and thought of a plan, it may not be the most flattering, but it worked and it would not be so threatening as cutting out the lights. He burst from the air vents and landed in a crouch, standing straight and shouting “Halt Evildoers, it I...Red Bug?”
This indeed worked as planned, as every guard, goon and hostage set their eyes on the intruder. The guards began pointing and laughing, “Good, they don't think I’m a threat” thought Jason. The guards underestimating Red Bug was what he needed, so that they would not find him threatening or harm anyone just yet.
Marinette took this opportunity to transform into Lady Noire. She wasted no time and began with Cataclysm, bringing down all the cages and making her way to Jason’s position. Both Lady Noire and Red Bug began fighting the guards, buying the hostages time to make their escape. As the last person successfully escaped the gang hideout, both Lady Noire and Red Bug stood side by side. More of them began to trickle in as they heard the commotion and began to surround the pair.
Marinette needed to think fast, she didn't have much time left after casting Cataclysm. She said to her partner, “Lucky Charm, Now!”
Red Bug raised his eyebrow, “Lucky Charm?” he repeated. He suddenly felt the same compulsion as he did during the transformation, his arm suddenly shot upward with the yo-yo spinning. He looked up to see a swarm of ladybugs converge to form...a purse? Red Bug caught the purse with a look of disbelief, Lady Noire looked around the room for a plan to use the purse. Lady Noire got a burst of inspiration and turned around to tell her partner of her cunning plan, only to be greeted by thin air. She was brought out of her stupor hearing her partner yell out “LIGHTS OUT BITCH!”. She whipped her head towards the source of the noise to see Red Bug beating the guards with the Ladybug-themed purse.
“I guess that works too” she said to nobody in particular. Knowing she had little time remaining as Lady Noire, she started running for the exit. Red Bug had no issue dealing with the remaining goons.
Marinette hadn’t expected Jason to suit up with one of the Miraculous, not that she was complaining. She had expected him to come charging in as the Red Hood, or maybe start by picking off the guards one-by-one. She was surprised, but it wasn’t an unpleasant one, mostly. Since leaving Chat Noir behind in Paris, the fight left her feeling oddly nostalgic. Sometimes she missed fighting alongside a Miraculous user, though Tikki might have something to say about his...unusual use of a Lucky Charm. She walked over to Jason’s parked motorcycle and waited. Within minutes Jason followed suit and walked out the front door of the hideout. A swirl of green light surrounded him as he changed back, and Tikki zoomed over towards Marinette. Tikki nuzzled against Marinette’s face for a moment, before Jason walked towards her. He pulled his girlfriend into a big hug, Marinette is left breathless for a moment as he nuzzles into her neck. He didn’t say anything, but neither of them really needed to say anything at that moment. Touched by how much Jason cared for her, Marinette returned the hug. She stayed in that warm embrace for a long moment, before reaching up and gently patting him on the head. “Let’s go home...Pixie Pop.” Jason pulled away at the mention of the nickname he gave her, and before she could react, Jason began pinching her cheeks.
“What did you call me?” Jason jokingly interrogated, while Marinette giggled like an idiot.
EXTRA:
Jason is sitting next to Dick and Damian in the Wayne manor lounge with two ice packs on his thighs
Jason: I don’t know how you do it Dickie, my thighs were not meant to do that.
Dick (covers Damian’s ears): Soooo did you and Marinette….
Jason: I literally beat up some guys with a purse today, don’t push me.
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Mobster’s Daughter
Mobster’s Daughter
Kenny Crobsy x Reader
Y/N was not used to working with a team. She spent most of her career as a UC with the Organized Crime Unit. After nearly ten years, Y/N put in a transfer to the fugitive recovery unit. She wanted something new, something that didn’t remind her of her childhood. She knew that working with a team meant forming close bonds with people, but she didn’t expect to fall in love. When she meant Kenny Crosby, the communication specialist with anger issues, it was like the world stilled. It was almost like how the wolves in Twilight describe imprinting.
They had started dating only three months after she joined the team, and disclosed it to their unit chief. Jess just said that they needed to keep it professional at work, or he was going to have to transfer one of them. Y/N had spoken with him privately, telling him if anything happens to transfer her not Kenny. That had surprised him, but he agreed.
She had been with the unit for almost a year, when her old unit chief called her--- needing her for a very important case. Her father’s case..Y/N’s father had walked out on her and her mother when she was 4 years old to run the Russo Crime Family. Though Y/N’s mother, Ivy, was embarrassed and hurt, she never lied to Y/N about who her father was. He would send money for her schooling and presents on her birthday, and Christmas, but he didn’t know anything about her or her future. He didn’t know that she had joined the FBI as she had changed her last name to her mother’s maiden name.
Things were getting out of control with the Russo Family, so she needed to stop them. She just didn’t know how to tell Kenny, so she took the easy way out and broke up with him.
Y/N paced in front of his door, waiting for him to open up. “...I’m sorry, but I can’t do this anymore..” she muttered, trying to find the proper words.
She jumped as the door opened, “Kenny!” she squealed, clenching her chest.
He laughed, leaning against the door frame. “You musta been thinking really hard.”
She shot him a glare. “Are you going to let me in?” She pushed his chest playfully, hoping that she was playing off her anxiety.
He grinned, stepping aside so that she could come in. Y/N looked around, noticing that he was probably using his day off to clean his apartment. “Do you want anything to drink?” He asked, shutting the door.
Y/N shook her head, “No, I am good. I can’t stay for long, gotta meet my mom for lunch. I just stopped by to see if my gray cardigan was here, I can’t seem to find it..” She chickened out. She couldn’t break up with him.
Kenny look around, noticing it hanging off the back of his recliner. “Here you go,” he picked it up, “but you are going to have to work for it.” He held it above her head.
She rolled her eyes, moving to give him a kiss. As he leaned down, Y/N jabbed him in the stomach-- which caused him to double over. She pulled it from his grasp, quickly pecking his cheek. “Nice try.” She whispered in his ear, quickly turning to leave.
He gasped, “Not so fast.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground.
Y/N squealed, disregarding the cardigan. “Kenny!”
He laughed loudly, spinning her around. “That was so underhanded! I didn’t think that you had it in you.” He spun her around in his arms so that he could look into her eyes.
She smirked. “There is a lot about me that you don’t know.” She leaned down to kiss him, forgetting the real reason for her visit.
He wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her against his chest. She knotted her fingers with his hair, trying to memorize his lips. “Are you sure that you have to go to lunch with your mom?” He asks, pressing kisses to her neck.
She bit back a moan, nodding. “Yes, I haven’t seen her for ages.”
He nodded sadly, sitting her back on the ground. “Fine,” he rolled his eyes playfully, “but we are still going running tomorrow, right?”
She looked down at the cardigan, not wanting him to see the pain in her eyes. “Of course! It’s not safe for attractive men, like you, to be running by yourself, so I gotta be there to protect you.” She looked up at him with a cheeky smirk.
He rolled his eyes at her again, moving to tickle her. “So cheeky.” He walked her to the door with a loving grin on his face. “I will be at yours at 6AM, is that okay?”
She sighed. “Yeah, I guess.” She bit her lip, trying to hide her smile.
He leaned down and briefly kissed her as he showed her out. “I will see you tomorrow.”
She bumped her nose against him. “See ya tomorrow.” She walked away, tears rolling down her cheeks.
...The Next Morning…
Y/N’s POV
Y/N sat at the counter of the now empty kitchen, a piece of paper and pen in front of her. She had decided to leave him a letter, knowing that was not going to be able to lie to his face.
Kenny,
I can’t do it anymore. Please forgive me..
Don’t look for me…
Y/N
Tears stained the paper as she laid the pen down. She couldn’t write anymore without breaking down and telling him the truth. She grabbed her duffle bag and walked out of the one place that felt like home.
Kenny’s POV
He raced up the stairs to Y/N’s apartment, not wanting to bother with the elevator and wanting to warm up his muscles. He had decided to skip out of coffee in favor of downing two glasses of orange juice. He glanced down at his watch as he stepped out onto her floor, 5:50AM. He’s early. He sighed, slowly walking towards her apartment. It took him a moment to realize that her door was cracked, which scared him.
He slowly pushed the door open, calling out her name. “Y/N?” No response. He dialed her number, hoping that she had just left it cracked for him. He pressed the phone to his ear, hearing it ring twice.
“We are sorry. The number that you are trying to reach is out of service. Please hang up and try again later.”
Kenny looked around the apartment, taking in the emptiness. After exploring the abandoned apartment, he found the note on the counter.
Kenny,
I can’t do it anymore. Please forgive me..
Don’t look for me…
Y/N
He read those words over and over, knowing that something wasn’t right. He couldn’t bring himself to believe that she would just up and leave him like this, like that they hadn’t been talking about their future just yesterday.
He slid down the wall, to sit on the floor and cry.
6 months later…
Y/N’s POV
Slipping back into her ripped jeans, Y/N looked down at the henchman that her father had guarding her. A henchman that also happened to be his right hand man. She had seduced him, which made her feel as if she had cheated on Kenny, to get access to her father’s computer. She hadn’t actually slept with him. She had fixed him a drink, laced with a strong sedative, and made out with him.
She snuck out of her bedroom, tiptoeing down the hallway to his office. Anyone that lives or had been invited to stay the night had been in bed for hours, so she didn’t really have to worry about anyone catching her. Her father’s office was on the first floor near the kitchen, as he always had to be near food. With the amount he eats, Y/N was surprised that he was still in great shape…
She made a pit stop as she passed the kitchen to grab the container of cookies that she made as an excuse to be in her father’s office. She had hid them in her cabinet, which her father had given her as soon as he welcomed her into his home. He had sat her down in his office and they talked for hours. He had shared that he had missed her, and her mother, and that he wanted them to get to know each other. She had to remind herself that he was a bad guy, that had murdered a bunch of people and broken a lot of other laws.
Her father had given her a key to his office, for emergencies, so she didn’t need to pick the lock. She crept over to his computer, knowing that she didn’t need to turn it on as he never turns it off. She pulled out a cloning device and plugged it into the main port. She typed in his password, quickly scanning through his emails and internet history. She then scanned through all of the other documents on his computer, finding spreadsheets that explained where he was hiding the money. She pulled up his calendar, which he seemed to use to keep track of his special shipments. She made sure to clone that and mirror it to her phone. Using a USB, Y/n downloaded a keystroke logger on his computer. She was going to use her computer to keep track of his computer usage. She had already cloned his phone and bugged each of his cars, using her scrunchies, which he happily keeps in his cars as reminders of his daughter.
She looked up as she heard footsteps coming towards, so she quickly finished what she was doing. Y/N slipped the cloning device and USB into her pocket, moving the cookies so that they were sitting in front of his keyboard.The door opened, revealing her father in his pajamas.
“Y/N? What are you doing in here, love?” He rubbed his eyes, having just woken up.
She gulped, nerves bubbling in her stomach. “Well, it’s your birthday pop. I wanted to surprise you, but I guess the cat is out of the bag.” She held up the container of cookies, double chocolate with white chocolate chips.
He grinned, walking towards his desk. “How’d you know that these were my favorite?”
She opened the container for him. “They are my favorite too!”
He took one, taking a large bite out of it. “These are so yummy.” He did a little happy dance as he shoved the rest of it into his mouth.
She forced a smile. “I am glad that you enjoy it.” She passed over the container, “I am going to make some breakfast, would you like some?”
3 months later…
With the help of the cook, Y/N put together a wide spread of food for her father and his group of elite members. She had planned this evening as a way for her team to arrest all major players of the Russo Crime family without any of them going into hiding. Y/N worked out with her handler that she would also be taken into custody.
She and Mariana, the cook, set the table and placed each dish around the table to make it look appealing to the people eating. Once everything was set, Y/N called everyone in to eat. Her father grinned at the spread, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “It looks great, doll.” He kissed her head, moving towards the head of the table.
She took her spot next to him, feeling a pit in her stomach. “Thank you, dad!”
Everyone followed suit and took their seats. Her father said grace and started dishing out his portion of food. He passed it to Y/N, so gave herself a little bit and passed it along. She felt too nervous, so she wasn’t going to be able to eat much. Everyone was chatting aimlessly as they made up their plates. Y/N knew that no business would be brought up until everyone was digging in.
“This brisket is so delicious, Y/N. You’ll have to give me your recipe.” Gina, Rickie’s wife, stated from her spot down the table.
Y/N smiled, “Thank you, it’s my grans recipe. I think she’d come back and kill me if I share it.” The whole table laughed, muttering that their gran would do the same thing.
Y/N zoned out as she moved the food around her plate, taking tiny bites. Her father called attention as he began talking about the plans for the coming week. The women focused on their food as the men talked about shipments of drugs and weapons. As they were talking about times and locations, Y/N reacted into her pocket and clicked her pen-- which signaled her team to come in.
She counted to 15 in her head, taking a long sip of her wine. She was sitting down the glass as the FBI swat team broke down the front and back doors.
“FBI swat!! Put your hands up!” A strong confident voice screamed, as several other officers surrounded them.
Y/N jumped, pretending to be frightened. She looked at her dad, panic in her eyes. “Daddy? What’s going on?”
He took an aggravated breath. “I am not sure, but everything will be alright.”
An officer pulled roughly at her chair. “Get up. You are under arrest.” He pretended to get rough with her to draw a reaction out of her father.
He jumped out of his chair, the force knocking it over. “Do not touch her! She has nothing to do with this.”
The officer that stood behind her, pushed him back. “Stay back. We will determine whether she played a role or not.”
Y/N’s captain stepped into the dining room, a bulletproof vest over a white button down shirt. “Vincent Russo. You and everyone in here are under arrest.”
3 months later…
Y/N stood outside of Kenny’s apartment, nervous to see him for the first time in a year. She had just finished up her father’s case and everything that was related to him. In the end, he told her to snitch on him to avoid any prison time. He told her that he would do anything to protect her, so he wanted her to testify against him. He had instructed all of his men that he could that he wanted her to testify against him, so they were too not go after her. She told him that the FBI wanted her to work for them as a consultant, or she would spend time in prison-- no matter her role in the organization. That hurt him, but he told her to do it- which surprised her.
After he was put away, she returned home. She had talked with Jess LaCriox about the mission that she had been sent on and how she wanted to return to the team. He talked with her captain and let her return to the team. The only stipulation was that she had to talk with Kenny, who had taken her leaving extremely hard.
Taking a deep breath, Y/N knocked on his front door. It took him a moment to answer, and she shook with nerves the whole time.
“How can I--” Kenny stopped mid sentence, surprise evident on his face.
Shoving her hands in her pockets, Y/N smiled. “Hey, Kenny…”
Without thinking, Kenny pulled her into his arms. He held her to him, not wanting to let her go. “Where did you go? Why did you leave?” He whispered into her hair.
She squeezed him tightly. “I think that it would be best to tell you inside your apartment.”
He picked her up, not wanting to let her go. They sat down on the couch and held each other as she explained that she had been called in to take down her father. She had to do some things that were against her morals, but it had to be done-- which is why she had to end things with him. Kenny just sat back and listened to her as she talked, glad that she was home safe.
“I don’t care what you did, Y/N. It was work, we’ve all had to do things we wouldn't do for work.
I am just glad that you made it home safe.” He stated, understanding where she was coming from.
She kissed him, not being able to hold back any longer. “I love you, Kenny. I didn’t tell you before I left.” Tears were now rolling down her cheeks.
He wiped them away, caressing her cheek. “I love you. I’ve loved you for the last two years and I plan on loving you for many more years.”
#requests#Kenny Crosby#Kenny Crosby imagines#FBI Most Wanted#fbi most wanted imagine#imagines#one shot#mobster#undercover#sweetswriting
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Summer Fields Sway
Pairing: Husband!Shotaro x Reader
Genre: Fluff
WC: 1.2k
Warnings: Food mentioned
After a long day at work, Shotaro just wants to enjoy the stars with you.
For the Strawberries and Cigarettes collab hosted by the lovely, @treasuretaeil , inspired by the song Slow Dancing by Aly & Aj
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"I'm home," the door clicked shut quietly behind you as you sat on the small bench that greeted you. Moonlight guided you as you glanced around the dark house before flicking on the switch that hung by your head. "Taro?" Firm circles on your feet help clear the throbbing ache that had accompanied you throughout the entire day. "Hey, babe, where are you?" You crept into the house hesitantly. The now lit foyer led you into the living room and kitchen.
Your hand patted around the wall for a few seconds trying to find the light switch that would turn on the dim overhead kitchen fixtures. Yellow light flickered lightly before a low hum filled the room. The house wasn't much, but the two of you had seen it and knew that you had to buy the little fixer-up. You grimace at the cracked cabinets that lined the wall and the oven that seemed to come straight from a 1970's Sears Catalogue. It had been nearly two years since you had bought the house, but even with all of it's broken pieces, it was home.
You were pulled from your mental list on what to repair next as you heard a door open in the next room and the screen door to the back porch rattle back into place. Enough light shone from the kitchen in the dining area that you could see a figure moving closer to you. Blinking eyes met yours as you took in the sight of your husband.
"You're home," he breathed quietly. His face lit up and he raced for you. His arms wrapped around you and he spun you in a quick circle. "I missed you."
You pecked his lips as he slowed to look at you, "Silly, you saw me this morning."
He continued grinning at you, his arms held you tighter and he swayed you slightly in the kitchen archway, "10 hours, 7 minutes, and 17 seconds away from you, my dear, is far too long." He kissed your nose lightly before grabbing your hand and leading you through the dinning room to the old screen door. "Come on," he tugged you out of the door and you gasped as you took in the backyard.
The small open roof gazebo was lit up with lights and tiki torches. Two chairs lined the small table that sat in the center of the area. Warm summer air wrapped around you as you took in the food that was waiting for you, "What is all of this?"
He wrapped his arms around you, "I just wanted to surprise you. We've both been so busy lately between school, work, and fixing up the house," He ran his hands lightly up and down your arms. "I thought that we needed a night where we could just be here together. No other distractions."
You breathed out a soft sigh. You were so lucky to have this man as your husband, as your other half. "Thank you," the whisper floated on the breeze to his ears. The food sat idle on the table, at this time you assumed that it was no longer warm, and it wouldn't hurt to spend a few more minutes in this spot, watching the night sky with him. A low hum caressed you as the station on the stereo flipped and on came the crooning of a deep voiced man singing about the love of his life. Shotaro swayed you both side to side as the song progressed. Hands clasped yours as he pulled your back to his chest and rested his chin on your shoulder. "Dance with me?"
"I already am," you turned to look at him over your shoulder.
He grinned and spun you to completely face him. The yellow glow of the lights lit up his face and you couldn't help but raise up on your toes to kiss him. He smiled shyly into the kiss and you couldn't help but be amazed at how timid he was even after two years of marriage. Especially when he acts completely different in the bedroom. "What are you thinking about," he watched as you looked at the surrounding air.
You could feel heat creeping up to your cheeks, "You." Thank the stars that your husband couldn't read your mind. "I am always thinking about you."
Shotaro bent down slightly and lightly rubbed his nose acoss you, "And I you, my love." His eyes crinkled as he grinned wider. He closed the space between you both and drew you into a deep kiss. Maybe he wasn't as timid outside of the sheets as you previously thought. He pulled away and his thumbs stroked your cheek as he giggled at you. "Oh," he breathed as a little bug passed in front of your eyes, "Look, the fire flies are out." You glanced around the backyard and watched as it lit up further with small globes of green and orange. Shotaro began to rub his hands up and down your arms as the air gave way to a cool night breeze. As he led you toward the gazebo, you could tell that there was something troubling him. You waited as his eyes pinched in concentration. You had to hold back the coo at your husband's boyish face.
He sat across from you in silence for a few minutes before reaching across the table to grab your hand, “Y/n?” You looked up into his hazelnut colored eyes. “Are you happy, here in this little house with me?”
Your eyebrows furrowed, “Of course, why wouldn’t I be.”
He sighed, his eyebrows drew closer together, “It’s just that,” he lifted a hand to rake across the side of his head. An anxious habit of his. He looked at you sadly, “I promised you a new life with happiness and unending love, but”
You stood up and made your way to crouch in front of him, “When you proposed you never said that you promised to give me a happy, new life. Do you remember what you said?”
Shotaro considered for a moment before the words were whispered into the night, “Take my hand and let me lead you to a new life.”
You grasped both of his hands at that, “I took your hand that night, not because you said you would give me a new life, but because I knew that, with you, I didn’t need promises of love and happiness and a wonderful life. I just needed you and all the rest would fall in place.” You glanced back at the old house, “Yes, our house is old and is a mess, but I don’t want anything fancy. I love creating memories there, with you, and maybe one day a family.” You kissed his forehead as you stood up and extended your hand to him. “Would you grant me another dance?”
“I will grant you as many as you’d like,” he pushed the table to the side and twirled you into the now empty center of the gazebo. As you swayed to soft music, you knew that even through days of pain and misery that he would be there next to you the entire time. Just like you would be there for him, “I love you,” his breath caressed your ear.
“And I love you,” you looked up at him, combing a hand through his hair and cupping the back of his neck before pulling him into a kiss worth a thousand words.
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Name: Slammer
Debut: The Super Mario Bros. Super Show!
Hey, this is a funny looking guy! I can’t believe we’ve never talked about him on the blog before!
Let’s set the scene! The episode is Mario and the Red Baron Koopa, in which Mario & co need to destroy King Koopa’s wicked weather satellite, which is currently burying Pasta Land in snow! Oh no! But how will they reach it all the way in the sky?
Enter Sam Shalam! Together with his assistant Slammer, they run a used Flying Carpet shop of questionable credibility! Sam himself looks and talks like a racist stereotype of every race, but his assistant is... a pink paddle! A carpet beater to be exact, used to beat the bugs out of the carpets!
Despite only appearing in this one scene and having two lines of dialogue, Slammer is just so funny to us! Is it his charming smile? Or maybe it’s his strangely ethereal-sounding voice... seriously, give it a listen! Regardless, we love vaguely uncomfortable looking characters on this blog- Spikey is our whole brand, after all! For the record, his first line is “Pleased to meetcha!”
If there’s one thing we all love about Slammer, it’s his witty sense of humor! When Mr. Shalam tells the brothers they won’t find any finer carpets in all of Cloud Land, he gives us his iconic second line: “Unless you look somewhere else!” Of course his boss then whacks him over the carpet to shut him up- they’re a couple of cards, these two! He then says “Ow!” but I’m not sure whether that qualifies as a line of dialogue or not.
That’s all we ever see of Slammer, sadly! Even though Sam Shalam shows up once more in this episode, his assistant is mysteriously missing! Still, we can’t help but be charmed by this obscure little minor character.
No, maybe it’s fine that he’s a minor character! He doesn’t have to be anything more than that, does he? That’s why we like him, after all! We have fun on this blog talking at length about things people otherwise don’t think about! Somehow... it all feels right.
This is who Slammer is meant to be.
This is how things are meant to be.
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Dedicated to my best friend K, who exclusively reads angst (yes I know she is crazy).
Warnings: domestic disputes, panic attacks & mental breakdowns.
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“Why are you such a fucking bitch?”
She froze, her anger steeled within her. Their argument was abruptly silenced, both tempers flaring high enough to threaten the heavens. Heaving breaths from their vocal exertions became louder than their previous yelling. A pang of fear struck her heart as she wonders whether the neighbours had heard them and called the police for a domestic dispute.
Marinette was furious. She wasn’t a saint during this war of words, and had said somethings she shouldn’t have. She had started this argument with the intentions of lessening his reckless behaviour, but ended up stating in anger that his mother would be stopping his behaviour too. That line lead to his outburst and the state they were in now.
Cheeks flushed red, particles of perspiration dotted their skin, bodies wound with tension. She swiftly motioned towards the door, hand reaching to the knob. Jason grabbed her other wrist, deep seated sadness displayed over his features, immediately regretting his words spoken by ire. Her head tilted downwards, stubbornly refusing to meet his eyes.
“I didn’t mean it,” his voice cracked, any traces of rage had melted into sorrow.
“You never do, but it hurts the same.” She shook her arm, detaching his hand from her wrist. His grip was firm but unwilling to deny her, her free will. She picked up her purse, slinging the strap over her shoulder. The door opened, she could feel his stare on the back of his head. Her sigh filled the empty space, without turning she said, “I think it’s better that we seperate, we aren’t good for each other. I’m willing to keep up appearances with your family at the gala but then I’ll move my belongings to another apartment.”
She turned around, rushing into his embrace, tears shed from her eyes. A final hug goodbye. His stray tears raced down his cheeks to reach their raven hair finish line. He made no move to respond to her hug. Usually he’d have wrapped her in his arms, especially after an argument like this. But this one was different. This would be their last.
“Au revior, Jason.” She removed her body from his. It left him wanting to pull her back but it was as if his muscles had necrotic back to a corpse. His eyes flicked down to his invisible chains, begging his arms to move, to capture his lightning bug and never let her go. He looked back at her, she stood there, seemingly wanting him to say something, anything.
“I’m sorry.” His hoarse voice whispered, he desperately wanted to pepper her face with kisses and beg her to forgive a cretin like him. His voice broke as he uttered, “Please.”
Blue eyes met blue eyes. Marinette’s head shook slightly, non-verbally denying him. A bitter laugh escaped her mouth, she brought up her hand cover her crazed smile. “I’m sorry too.” She sobbed.
She rushed out the door, practically sprinting to the elevator. As the strong metal door closed, her sobbed echoed around the empty box. She broke down, months of fights and building tensions had weighed her down, her creativity had been primarily funnelled into ways she could improve her relationship. Il vaut mieux prévenir que guérir (It is better to prevent than to heal).
When the door closed Jason’s knees collapsed, a hollow echo resounded through the hallway. Their shared apartment would be no longer. No more hello, good bye kisses; no more delicious meals shared between the two; no more sleepy morning kisses. He looked down at his hands, clenched fists. A primal cry left his throat, he felt it to his core. He would have rather had his heart ripped out, he would have rather have died again, than to feel this pain.
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It was the night of the gala, only four days after their fight. Marinette had only come back to their condo once to collect some clothes and her sewing machine. Only the essentials were taken, the rest could be gathered by movers.
Jason was a wreck. He had worked multiple overtime shifts to avoid the festering wound that was his bleeding heart. Preparing for his family’s ball was tough, this would be the first time they would see each other since the argument. He sported a fresh haircut which was left messy, his white button down top hugged his muscles perfectly, was paired with a slate grey blazer and matching dress pants (both gifts from Marinette).
He was fiddling with his tie, the gala’s atmosphere was already suffocating due to insufferable and rich hotshots, and his tie decided that he didn’t need to breathe. Marinette didn’t care for appearances but knew his family lived under the watchful eye of the media, so she always made sure they were matching. But tonight, tonight he had no clue what she was wearing and had received no colour matching instructions, so he went with trusty rusty red. It was the first thing the fashionista made for him and he will always cherish it.
His eyes widened as he saw her enter. She wore a midnight silk black mermaid gown that had a chiffon overskirt that was black fading to blood red. Her hair was down and curled, a silver feather hair clip pinned back the left side of her hair, exposing her magnificent facial features. Cerulean eyes framed by dark painted lashes, scanned the room.
Her heart caught in her throat, she had entered the doors to the banquet hall. She came with the intention of saying her silent goodbyes to the family who had taken her in when she had no one else. She had been suffering in silence for the past few days, her only support system being the Wayne Clan, but couldn’t bring herself to tell them what had happened. She couldn’t do that to Jason, she wouldn’t make them choose between him and her, she dreaded to hear their answers. Resigning herself to reside in silence, she came here to keep up appearances then fade into obscurity, but she saw him and her breath died in her throat. He looked as handsome as the day she left him. She wiped her sweaty palms on her dress. She walked towards him; he spotted her and did the same. They met in the middle, on the dance floor.
“You look amazing Marinette.” He swallowed the urge to call her pixie, it hung heavy in his throat. He needed to create distance between them, that was the first advice in ‘How to be civil after a breakup’. During the silent nights, he delved into any written text that would give him refuge and advice.
“You too Jason.” The pit in his stomach grew, he should have known she would take the same path. Never would he hear ‘Jay’ or ‘Jayjay’ from her plump red lips again. His shoulders slumped a fraction before he shooed away his depressing thoughts.
Their conversing was viewed by many around the room. They were the odd couple of the family. Jason, despite his rich adoptive home worked in security and charity whilst Marinette was a hardworking fashionista who had built her own fashion empire. They were from two different worlds and only fate knew that they’d meet.
He bowed and held out a hand to her, a lopsided smiled danced across his face. She smiled sadly, she would miss her dork, she would miss his smile. Her hand brushed against his calloused palm, their fingers locked together. She hesitated before placing a hand on his shoulder, ‘just one dance’, she could do this.
His hand found her waist, warmth bloomed upon his cold skin. He was always cold since he died, only his temper had warmed him. But then he met her. Marinette was his warmth, she made him feel like he was a child again, bathing in Gotham’s rare sunlight. His lightning bug brought him warmth and he had lost it.
They swayed to the classic instrumental melody. Neither looked at each other as their bodies flowed, ‘it was just an act’, they chanted as a mantra within their minds. ‘It means nothing, soon this will be over’. It struck her, this would be the final time they would see each other. A quiet sob escaped her, she was unable to do anything to stop it.
Jason’s head snapped towards her, sweeping her away into a private garden. Between her weeping she apologised for the state she was in, hyperventilating soon after. Jason guided her to a bench and clasped her hands in his.
“Hey, hey! Mari look at me. Deep breaths in and out, ok?.” Screw creating distance, this was his girl, he will fight anyone who says otherwise. Marinette slowly began to wind down from her panic attack, eyes misty and her water-proof mascara blotchy but still intact. The temperamental man wiped her cheeks free from trails of liquid fright.
“I’m so sorry for everything Jason. I never should have said that thing about your mother, that was cruel. I can’t keep hurting the people I care about. I can’t keep you happy. I’m just not enough.”
Her cries broke down his own walls, exposing his vulnerability to the Gotham night. “Fuck the word enough. It’s synonyms: sufficient, ample and adequate, could never describe what you mean to me.” He pressed his forehead on her, blue eyes fluttering shut. “I’m not sure if any of us will ever be enough for anything. There’s no point in begging for it.”
“I hate goodbyes.” She whispered, lips inches from his. Their breaths mingled, cheeks flushing. The icy Gotham air whipped at their skin causing them to move closer to the other for sanctuary.
“Then let’s not make this one.” Fireworks. That’s what they felt when their lips connected. All of the week’s tension unraveled within this lip lock. Their teeth clashed and hands tugged at hair in desperation to close the distance between them. When she entered the gala tonight, she had been so ready to say, ‘adieu pour toujours,’ but was glad she didn’t need to.
C’est cela l’amour, tout donner, tout sacrifier sans es poir de retour. (This is love, giving it ones all, sacrificing everything without hope of it being returned.)
#maribat#mlb x dc#dc x mlb#Jasonette#Jason x Marinette#Marinette x Jason#angst#Marinette is no saint#things were said that they can never take back
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