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writingfromkitchenator · 3 years

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Cooks Privilege

Christmas fic

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Based on an imagine found here by @imaginingsupernatural

Crowley x OFC

Words: 1,653

Warnings: Christmas cooking, fluff

Washing her hands, Eliana mentally goes over her list of things again, thinking about the stockpile of food that was on the table, ready to start cooking for what she knew would be hours’ worth of work.

It would be worth it, at least, that was what she told herself, so far she hadn’t met anyone who hadn’t enjoyed her cooking, and given the time of year it was, she figured it would be least she could do.

She looks thinks over as she dries her hands and nods to herself, deciding what was going to be best to start with, pulling out the key ingredients that she was going to need.

With the oven on, she flicks on some music, and gets to work.

Soon, one dish lead to another and another, getting herself into a rhythm of prepping, mixing, cooking, cooling and washing, sweat beading on her brow. She wasn’t fazed, humming away to herself along with the music, and keeping herself on what she was doing.

Until there was a crash from her living room.

The gun was in her hand quick smart, but it soon lowered as she stepped into the lounge room with a sigh. “Really? You couldn’t resist touching it?”

Crowley grins at her, but there was a slight hint of guilt in his eyes, a red bauble in his hand, the fallen Christmas tree at feet. “Sorry love, it was just so bright and colourful, I couldn’t help myself.”

Eliana rolls her eyes and holsters her gun, waving back at him. “I’m sure you can clean it up easily enough, in the meantime, I need to not let my muffins burn.”

It was hard to be mad at Crowley, not that she never had been, but she had far more important things on her mind today than to upset over a fallen Christmas tree. She also knew that he could fix it in a heartbeat, and footsteps sounding behind her as she pulled her muffins from the oven, was proof enough of that.

“I will say, it does smell fantastic in here,” He said lightly, his gaze wondering to the several trays of cookies that she’d already made. “Although I still don’t quite get why you’re putting so much effort in.”

“Touch those cookies and I will banish you back to Hell before you can even say ‘sorry’,” She said, pointing at him without looking over, his hand freezing just shy of the cookies. “And it’s Christmas, believe it or not, I do enjoy doing something normal for once.”

Crowley does a small huff and quickly shoves his hands into his pockets. “Like you would have Christmas day without me, darling, it just wouldn’t be the same.”

The look Eliana shoots him has him shrug, grinning, but she just shakes her head, turning away to hide her own smile.

He moves and sits at the kitchen table, watching her as she gets back into her rhythm again. “Normal isn’t something I would ever thought I’d hear you say.”

“Christmas brings it out in me,” She said. “Especially when I actually started having people to share it with. It means I don’t have to focus on the supernatural or anything else, just me and whoever I decide to cook for.”

Crowley snorts. “Such as the demon currently sitting in your kitchen?”

“The demon should just be glad he’s allowed,” Eliana gives him a smile, pointing a wooden spoon at him. “Especially if he does try and take some of my food before Christmas.”

At this, she takes one of her cookies and breaks a bit off, quickly popping it into her mouth.

“Now that’s hardly fair,” Crowley said, amused, watching her smile only grow wider. “Are you really going to tease me like that darling?”

Eliana shrugs. “What can I say? Cooks privilege.”

He looks at the pile of ingredients still on the bench and shakes his head. “Well, I guess I have no other choice but then to offer my services, don’t I?”

She actually paused at this, raising an eyebrow at him. “You want to help me cook?”

“I’m immortal love, we have to have some hobbies to keep ourselves occupied.” He said, enjoying her surprise.

“I didn’t doubt that you could cook,” She said quickly. “More that you actually want to help me cook for others.”

Crowley shrugs and snaps his fingers, his suit jacket being replaced by an apron and he proceeds to rolls his sleeves up. “I was bored, hence the visit anyway. Might as well do something useful.”

“Uh huh,” Eliana smirks at him, giving him a once over before turning back to what she had been doing. “And the fact that you might get some food out of it, has nothing to do with it?”

“Or I could just be feeling generous for once,” He said, joining her. “Now, what do you need me to do?”

With some instruction, Crowley got to work alongside her, easily fitting into her rhythm, the two of them working with each other easily. It was no surprise to either of them, not that they’d ever said anything to each other, but they hunted like this too, just falling into an easy step with the other.

No one else had ever understood it, the Winchester’s thought it was strange and had commented on it multiple times, but neither Eliana nor Crowley had ever offered any sort of explanation behind it.

After some time, Eliana broke into giggles, earning a raised eyebrow from Crowley. “Something amusing?”

“Oh, just a thought,” She said, smiling. “I think I might just casually mention, after everyone’s eaten of course, just who helped me cook all this.”

Crowley takes a moment before he chuckles. “Oh, I can see the expressions now.”

Eliana giggles again. “You can have a camera ready I’m sure, give us something to look back on.”

“Be the perfect image for something,” He said, smirking. “Oh, you are diabolical at times.”

“I think it’s only fair after the amount of cooking being done,” She said, taking a cake from the oven. “And I definitely think it’s fair after what they’ve put you through this year.”

“Taking revenge for me now?” Crowley asked. “Now, that is going to get tongue wagging.”

“You mean more than what they already do?” She tests some icing that she had on the side, before sifting a little more sugar in. “We both know they talk more than a mother’s soccer club, but like a mother’s soccer club, they’ll never be able to prove anything.”

Crowley smirks and step over to the cookies, taking one. “Oh, I’ve got a few pictures that could change that too.”

Eliana shoots him a slightly unimpressed look, even as he innocently took a bite of his cookie. “Now Crowley, what did I say about the cookies?”

“Cook’s privilege,” He grins. “And I thought it was time for a break. Can’t be too worked off my feet now, can I? Hell hardly waits for Christmas.”

She hums thoughtfully, tasting the icing again before looking at him and then closing the distance between the two of them, standing just in front of him, an amused spark in his eyes.

“I guess you don’t want an early Christmas present then?” She asked innocently, rocking on her toes a little. “Can’t have you too tired if Hell is that difficult to run.”

He chuckles and closes the gap between the two of them. “Now, don’t get too ahead of yourself-”

Crowley is cut off as she taps his nose with her finger and steps quickly out of reach, biting her lip to stop herself from laughing, a smudge of icing left on his nose.

His eyes narrow on her. “Is that how we’re going to play this?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She said, turning away, putting the icing quickly in the fridge. “That was nothing compared-”

A squeal left her, quickly followed by laughter as Crowley grabbed her around the waist and he wiped some left over batter down her cheek. She squirms in his grip, trying to free herself through the laughter, but Crowley was not making it easy, more batter ending up on his face.

Finally, she managed to turn in his arms and get him back, but only briefly, Crowley quickly backing her into the kitchen bench, his lips capturing hers quickly stifling the laughter into giggles.

Crowley smiles against her lips. “I’m sorry love, were you trying to say something?”

Eliana giggled and kissed the tip of his nose. “I was, but for the life of me, I cannot remember what it was.”

“Shame,” He said. “Here I was thinking you were going to apologise for this sticky stuff on the end of my nose.”

“I don’t think so,” She kissed the end of his nose again. “It gives me an excuse to keep doing that, not to mention all the stuff you’ve put on my face.”

His eyes sparkle with mischief. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re a good cook then isn’t it?”

He begins peppering her cheeks with kisses, breaking her into giggles again as she tries to escape the onslaught, eventually grabbing him and bringing his lips back to hers. Through smiles, the kiss steadily deepens, the cooking long forgotten as Crowley picks her up and sits her on the bench.

“What was that about an early Christmas present?” Crowley whispered against her lips.

Eliana smiles. “Only if you properly store all our cooking away. We can’t have it all going to waste.”

He chuckles softly and snaps his fingers, the food disappearing, stored away. “I’m sure you won’t complain if it ends up like this again.”

She wraps her arms around his neck, not letting her smile drop. “Cook’s privilege.”

Crowley laughs and captures her lips again. Christmas could wait, for now, they both had something more important to occupy them.

#christmas fics #supernatural #crowley #crowley x ofc #original female character #short #drabbles

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thesydneyfeminists · 5 years

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WAG: Wife and Girlfriend … and So Much More

Sporting stars are amongst the most adored and revered in today’s societies, especially male ones. The players and their clubs inspire an almost animalistic loyalty across the globe. By default, their partners, who are often women, find themselves in the spotlight as well. They are swept along for the ride of fame, red carpet events and television appearances.

This kind of lifestyle may sound glamourous, and many of these women are no doubt proud and supportive of their husbands/ boyfriends. But it is not their sole purpose in life to foster and nurture their partners’ careers, especially if it means neglecting their own aspirations and achievements. But the term ‘WAG’ (wife and girlfriend), as used to refer to the partners of sport superstars, makes it seem as though the supporting role is all these women were “made” for.

The British press first introduced the acronym WAG over a decade ago as a label for partners of players on the English football team. However, the term was adopted world-wide during the 2006 FIFA World Cup. Yes, WAG is, in a literal sense, accurate. These women are the wives and girlfriends of famous sporting stars, and there is nothing wrong or shameful about that fact. But they are also so much more than that. This label extremely limits their public identity and can also be harmful towards their own self identities.

Image Description: A photo of the back of a person dressed in a soccer uniform running on a field. They are wearing a black sweatband around their head, a long-sleeve green jersey with the number 22 in white on the back, white soccer shorts, knee-high green socks and black kleats with three white stripes. Their hair is dirty blonde and reaches their shoulders. You can see a number of spectators, players and other officials with their back to the camera in the background. They are blurred and out of focus. There is one player facing the camera who is also running and wearing the same soccer uniform but is partially hidden by the main player. There are two soccer goalposts in the background with green nets. Behind the field are a number of tall trees with no leaves and some white houses. The sky appears as though it is sunset, and is lit up bright yellow.

The label “WAG” doesn’t allow much room for achievements, successes, careers or even personalities of the women it applies to. It may be the case these women wouldn’t be in the public eye if not for the fame of their husbands. But that still does not mean they cannot be described as “so and so’s wife, primary school teacher” or “human rights activist” or “restaurant manager,” or whatever else it is which defines them.

The term has even inspired the creation of online lists and galleries with titles such as “Top 10 WAGs.” This specific list can be found on the website Askmen, who use the tagline “become a better man,” as if reading this appearance-based ranking of women would increase one’s decency. In doing so, the media strips away the individuality of these women and simultaneously sexualises them by rank.

Image Description: A photo of a slim person with short, blonde hair. They are wearing a strapless, lilac dress, silver bracelet and matching earrings. Their left hand is placed on their hip and they are posing for the camera at a red carpet event. Behind them, in the background and on the left-hand side of the photo, are two people with short hair in black tuxedos and another person with long, light brown hair dressed in a black blazer. They appear to be organising the event. There are also two people who appear to be attending the event on the right-hand side of the photo. One is wearing a tight blue dress with thin straps and has short brown hair. The other also has short brown hair and is wearing a blue dress that has beading work on the straps and hoop earrings. There are a number of blurry, unidentifiable people standing behind them.

Yet, despite the sexist connotations surrounding WAG, there are some women who have embraced the title. They enjoy the fame and attention that comes from being a superstar’s wife. WAGS LA is just one of the multiple reality television series based around the lives of WAGs. IMDb describes it as following “the beautiful and entertaining wives and girlfriends of sports stars.” The show showcases the fortune, fame and drama that results from the opulent lifestyles lead by WAGs.

Although many of these women seem to find no issue attaching their identities to their partners, their exuberant acceptance of the label suggests they are only in it for money and fame. Their actions thus perpetuate the stereotype that all wives and girlfriends of sporting stars should be judged as such.

This habit of defining a woman by her famous husband is also prevalent in acting. Perhaps one of the best and most recent demonstrations of this controversy is that of Amal and George Clooney. Prior to her relationship with George Clooney, Amal did not receive the same kind of attention she does now. However, she was and is very impressive in her own right.

For almost 20 years, Amal has been a very successful human rights lawyer. She has fought in high-profile cases with some amazing outcomes. Although her illustrious successes aren’t a secret, she began being referred to and identified as simply “George Clooney’s wife” after their marriage.

In 2017, The Associated Press announced the birth of Amal and George’s twins on Twitter. They wrote, “BREAKING: Publicist says Amal Clooney, wife of George Clooney, gave birth to twins Ella and Alexander on Tuesday.” Another Twitter user replied, “I think you mean Amal Clooney, noted human rights lawyer, gave birth to twins. #FixedItForYou.”

The term WAG has gained much traction since its conception. It is often used to dismantle a women’s individuality. It has contributed to an already patriarchal society that sees women as dependent on or even the property of men. While the role of wife is admirable and most certainly informs one’s identity, it will never be the most important or most interesting thing about a woman.

By: Georgia May

Sources:

LeeLo, J. (2017). Amal Clooney Is More Than George Clooney’s Wife. Retrieved from https://www.elitedaily.com/entertainment/celebrity/amal-clooney-more-than-george-wife/1974928

Voyer, M. Top 10: WAGs. Retrieved from https://au.askmen.com/top_10/celebrity/top-10-wags_3.html

WAGs (TV Series 2015–2017) - IMDb. Retrieved from https://www.imdb.com/title/tt4986084/

Brumleve, B. (2015). Where did the term WAGs come from?. Retrieved from https://guysgirl.com/gg/wags-wives-girlfriends-originate-18274/

Disclaimer: The views expressed in this piece do not necessarily reflect the views of the Sydney Feminists. Our Blogger and Tumblr serve as platforms for a diverse array of women to put forth their ideas and explore topics. To learn more about the philosophy behind TSF’s Blogger/ Tumblr, please read our statement here: https://www.sydneyfeminists.org/a

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poetry-yet-bitter-blog · 5 years

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I have a different (just a bit) perspective on WAGs. Comparing hockey WAGs to (european) soccer WAGs... they are actually decent. Sure, it's a nice, luxury life, but not a constant string of private planes, awful and expensive clothes, plastic surgeries (nothing against it, just some of them look BAD), ridiculous vacations and flying by helicopter to get groceries. With NOTHING to show for it. At least hockey WAGs do some charity for PR, I guess. The bar is low though.

it’s lifestyle (most of them). They will relies the budget that they can to on. Hockey players earn little relative to European football stars or American basketball stars. If they received large subsidies, they would do the same.

Or is the NHL spending more time regulating the lifestyles of players and their families (we all know the league wants to create the image of a gentleman player with a strong family) than increasing the league's profits and the popularity of hockey?

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zebraslovescupcakestoo · 6 years

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Golden eyes chapter 1

It was a lovely late night for a burglary. I was in one of the Grande Hotel Riche's suite for investigation which the crime took place that evening. The room itself was one of those that looked like a Victorian style and a bit of modern for convenience. I glanced at the window before I turned to my colleague. “Woody, my dear fellow, I think we can inform the Countess that we found out how the Lavender Pearls were stolen and by whom.” My friend looked at me dumbfounded. “Did ja really solved the theft case that easily, Felix? Cause the Chief will be flying off the handle at ya if you screw this up, ESPECIALLY when it comes to important guests like royalty.” “Yes I do understand, but I assure you, it's a bit unbelievable if I told you who are the culprits.”

Before he asked, our Chief came to visit, along with our robbed victim, Countess Violette. My Chief, Inspector Hank Blake, was my 40-something years old boss. The man's got brown eyes, a small, short, french moustache and has a few wrinkles in his face. He had a old fashioned bowler hat with a black ribbon and a stripped beige vest and brown pants. The Countess Viollette, was probably in her late 20's, wavy, brown hair and green eyes. Did I forgot to mention she's obsessed with that colour purple? Her entire outfit, Vest, skirt, hat, glove and all just screamed that message. “Ah! Felix, my good men! I knew you were always on a crime scene for personal reason but I'm surprised it doesn't involve the mafia this time.” He pronounced. “You look quite the charmer, better than what Mr. Inspector described, and here! Even Lilly adore you!” Countess Violette complimented.

I blankly glanced at the dog, a Beagle to be precised, was wagging her tail and tried to climb on me. I REALLY can't explain why, but most dogs are friendly to me and I'm not really a dog person.

“Down Lilly! Please! Do not disturb the man!” The woman ordered.

“No harm for a friendly dog, Milady, and for the burglary, I may have a plausible, yet unbelievable answer and our culprits identity.”I told her. “Well?” My chief asked.

“How about we start at the beginning so we can all be at the same page.” I suggested and my hand gestured at the empty glass case. We all stand in front of the case with a small hole on top of the glass case. “It was at 7:40 pm when our Countess was worried about her Beagle when she noticed her companion started barking in the lobby and rushed through the stairway. She was frantic at the door of this room and you hear an odd pitch and then a shattering sound, correct?”

The countess replied. “Yes, I called immediately the room services as I was rushing down. The manager has the spare key while I had my own, but I was terrified to unlock alone and when we opened the door, there was a broken window and the glass case with a circle cut right where my Lavender Pearls were.... It was a very lovely light shade of purple and I do love that colour very so...”

“Yeah, your belongings explained to us very well-oof!” Woody replied with an elbow 'bump' by the chief and a cough followed. “Please continue, Felix.” He ordered.

“R-right, umm... During that time you explained, our thief had a diamond on him to cut opened that glass panel and if you looked closely at the broken-window...” I jested with my left hand. “You can see a crescent-like line at the left side of the frame. It was almost unnoticeable until I saw a bit unusual. Normally, the cracked glass on the right are all straight or zig-zaged. But on the left, only a crescent line mark.”

Woody says with amazement. “Woah! You're right. Anybody would just assume it was just a break in with all of those cracks and totally missed THAT particular one.”

The Countess was excited. “Oooh! It's like one of those Nancy Drew books I read back in my private school for lecture classes!”

The chief looked at me with annoyance. “Continue, Please.” he replied.

I resumed. “Now speaking of which, I believed that there was where our second fellow waited for that diversion.”

“Wait a second, you telling us it's just a distraction?” Woody questioned and the chief followed. “And for what reason? Unless he's furious enough that he couldn't enter the same way as his partner did so he forced in the window-.”

I gave them my score. “One point for Woody, nil for our chief.” My chief raised an eye brow out of confusion. “I beg your pardon?”

Here's why: “My friend here was correct about that diversion of making us think it was a 'forced' robbery, but more of a cunning strategy for a clean getaway. As for the second , it wasn't that his partner wanted to enter the room, as I explained.”

Now he's baffled. “Then HOW did our thief entered this room, then? The windows were locked from the insides and the only entry was from that door. There was only two keys. The manager's and the Lady herself. Both had it on them when the time it took place.”

I bet you never did any field work at my age... “Is that so? I asked the owner of this establishment and he confirmed the was three keys. Both are exactly where you described and the third one is with the cleaning maid on duty tonight.”

Woody spoke. “So it's the-” “No, she's innocent. Our female police officers were in charge of rummaging woman’s personal for privacy. They detected no jewelry and she had an alibi. Our thieving character was using their staff's cleaning schedule for his and his partner’s advantage. Earlier that day, the lady opened the key to this room for cleaning in the afternoon. Our thief was hiding close to her and when she when inside, he snuck in and quietly wait for her to finish her duties and locked the door.” I clarified.

Our Countess was having fun, despite the situation. “Astounding! How did he do it without being noticed?”

My chief sighed. “I'd say it's impossible. Even if he was small and an acrobatic, no human can do it without being detected!”

Heh! I think he hit the jackpot for once! “Perfect score, because he's NOT a human.”

Woody stared at me like I said something stupid. “Say what?” “Like the chief said, no human can accomplish this task even he's as small as a child. Unless-”

“A... monkey? Maybe?” Our countess thought. “Bravo, Countess. Your thief is indeed a trained monkey, to be more precised, a golden lion tamarin from Central America.” Thank God for those trips at the zoo. But the chief glared at me and said. “Preposterous! Is there any evidence to support your theory?”

I can do that only better. “There is and there's his long orange hair behind that flower pot in the corner over there. If my theory is corrected, our friend was hiding there until the evening. His accomplice gave him the signal, a high frequency whistle alerted him and at the same time, your dog. While he was cutting out the glass case that contained the necklace, the dog was alerting at the door. Once he attained the necklace the attempted to go out the window, but the accomplice thought other wise. He whistle again and this time,the thief hid on top of the chandelier, as suggested, there a couple of missing candles, is there not?”

We look up to the decoration, for conformation. “Then, our accomplice bust through the window without entering. Giving the impression it was a 'break in' and as the staff arrived, it was during the confusion that our agile little thief makes a quick getaway through the door that was locked.”

The Chief questioned still. “But Felix, how DID anyone, let alone in Chicago, gets a trained monkey?”

I turned to the Countess for the answer. “Milady, did you visit a Chinese circus during your stay? And was there cute animals?” “Why yes!” she exclaimed with delight. “ There was a fascinating show with animals, including the darling monkeys. Some of them with an orange fur on their back with cute little vests.” Woody then smack a fist on his hand, indicating he's got the point. “So our culprit at that circus! Shall we have an arrest warrant, Sir?” The chief admitted his defeat. “I still doubt it's possible, but I'll have my trusted men to look with you. As for Felix, I think you might needed some rest. I did promised you off tomorrow until this incident occurred. You wanted to see your nephews right?”

I nodded. “That is correct. I did promised to attend their soccer practice in the afternoon, and I hardly have any time for them. I'd really like to spend time with them.” He nodded in return. “I understand. We'll take things from here and I'll call you when something's up.” “Thank you, chief and don't worry milady, we shall do our very best to find your necklace.”

“I am pleased and despite the event, I feel much better.” She said. Afterwards, I exited the room.

While I walk out from the Grande Hotel Riche to report at the police station, let me introduce myself. My name is Felix, Felix Lockheart. I'm a detective here in Chicago. My mission is to put a end to this endless mafia crime spree for the innocence and victims. Ha! I sounded like a superhero there, right? Anyways.....

This is the third robbery that involves necklaces.

Just to recap from my notebook; The first was the case of the Emerald Snake. It was one of those streets where the new wealthy people rent their luxurious homes. That place looks like a small version of a mansion. That a bit unusual to me because the scene of the crime is much too tidy and there was no sign of force or pick-lock entry, even on the glass case itself, no sign of any kind. The robbed victim was Mr. Julian Vermelho. A well, successful business man who deals in the fresh fruits and vegetables, including transports of exotic plants, several flowers and herbs shops on the public image. The man was from a south American continent that I forgot the name to. He had the Latin gentlemen look: A boater hat, with a green ribbon. A forest green buttoned shirt underneath a lime green shirt and a very dark green pants. His skin was tan and he had slick, wavy black hair, a small mustache, brown eyes and boy oh boy did I ever see so many green than a whole vegetable chart in my life. Apart for Mr. Vermelho, there was only the butler, the housemaid, and the rottweiler whom was chained in his corner, both are telling the truth of where they were in the kitchen at the time of the crime....

The second case is the Snowflake Diamonds. It didn't took long to find his address, considering it was only a few houses away. It was a very white mansion and it looked like a castle from those fairy tale except the garden was a bit neglected. This time it was a forced entry with an entrance that looked like someone ram a car through and judging by the glass case, it has seen better days. The second Business man who was a CEO from that big company, the WHITE A.C.M.E,. is Mr. Blancheur. He had partially bald head which he keep underneath a white wig, and like the others, he had white all over his clothes and his house. THAT guy is a real piece of work! That 67 year old cotton swab was one of those cranky grandpas who over react on a tiny spec of common mistakes. He wasn't co-operating, he's very stingy of how we should investigate without touching. Obviously, did anyone mention him at least once that white things can easily be stained? This time it was a forced entry and judging by the glass case, it has seen better days. There was no glass left untouched and presumably by a very large thug and he might have been in a hurry. Afterwards, he demanded to speak to the chief for the money. Anyone care to guess who was the 'lucky' soul that had to deal with him and my chief? That right, THIS unlucky black cat! It was a nightmare to defused those two. The only thanks I got was from his white little poodle, Marcel.

But apart from the theft, they all had similar ties to that special exhibition for that jewelry show Kitiana, my girlfriend, really wanted to see at the end of the month.

Next to that, all three were competing at the dog show held in next weekend. I really don't think there's something worth noting but just in case, I marked it down if something comes up. I yawned after I finished writing that note. I should really get home otherwise I might accidentally take a cat nap in the middle of the game.

It was a bright day for a good soccer game at the school. I was in the good upper part of the spectators area that I can see my nephews. It's a bit of a long story, but I'm their guardian uncle who's taking care of them after a tragic accident that happened to my father. I wish I can tell you more of that but now is not the time. OH THERE IT GOES- “GOOOOOAL!!!” I can't believe it! My nephews won the game! Inky was the good player and Winky was the goalie. I guess they take it after me when I was at their age. I used to be a pretty darn good soccer player back in middle school and high school. At least until that faithful day... No no, Felix there was nothing you can do at that time. I need to be there for my nephews. I was very proud until something just had to show up of all days. A fancy black Cadillac pulled up from the parking lot indicates it's for a very special guest with whom I can guess from this familiar chauffeur.... Bendy De Mon himself with Boris Wolfenstein. All my happy thoughts were gone in the thrash can whenever that demon shows up. Why? Cause I know he's the king of the Chicago mafias! I can't even lay a finger on him when he's out in public. According to my observation, he announced and giving out a donation support to the principle for the soccer team's upcoming tournament next month. 'It's just a facade for covering his “main” business.' My thoughts told me. Luckily for me, he was only there for a few minutes until he had to leave for his appointment with his animators. My nephews came up to me and says:

“Uncle! Uncle! Did ya heard? We're getting new uniforms!” Inky exclaimed. “I can't wait for our next soccer game! Can you teach us more, please?” Winky begged me.

I sighed in defeat, but at least these two tried to lift my spirit. “Alright, but don't forget to do your homework once we're home, and help me dry the dishes.” “OK!” They both replied.

“TOP OF THE AFTERNOON! How's my favorite jazz cats doing?” Woody surprised us from behind he. “Uncle Woody!” They said in fusion.

I turned and glanced at my colleague and friend, Woody McPecker. He was my first friend when I started working at the police force. I can always count on him to keep a close eye on things when I'm working long hours. How he and I met well... That a story for another day... “So how's my favorite rascals doing? Staying out of trouble?” He asked them. “Uncle Woody! I did two goal!” Inky did a kicking pose. “And I blocked three!” Winky did a cross pose.

He chuckled a bit. “Sounds like yer uncle taught you well. If it was me, yall'd act like cows and be eatin' greens” We all laughed and played a bit. It was a great time for me to unwind until I go to work tomorrow....

And for good reason too.... The next day, Kitty barged in from my door and shoved this in my face----->>>

//// MISSING!!! FAMOUS SAPPHIRE COLLAR DISSAPERED OVERNIGHT! /////

It was highly printed on the front line of this morning newspaper in. Kitty was upset. “I can't believe anyone can steal such a lovely necklace!Not only that, but the others famous jewels too! I wanted to go there for our girls only date but now, the show will get cancelled!” I tried to sugar coat it. “Calm down, I'm pretty sure we can figure something else we can do.”

“But it's the second time we had to take a rain check! First it's the creeps at the docks for suspects in an investigation now this! Normally, I'd say let's leave this to someone else who's better suited for this field but now this time, I'm not letting this one slide! I told our chief we'd both go as soon as you start so I'll be waiting in the car. Wait too long and I'll put spicy onion sardines and hot peppers in your next lunch.” Saying so, she left the building in a furious yet determined attitude. I really can't win an argument with her... That was Kitiana Katarina, Kitty Kat for shorts. She's my girlfriend since high school. You can tell she's quite a gal! I hardly knew any other girl who can wear cute dresses and beat up five jocks when they couldn't stop hitting on her friends. Despite her tomboyish and headstrong attitude, she's actually a sweet, bubbly, caring person who's been there when I'm having a tough time. She's also staying with me and my nephews cause she doesn't have a place but I made sure she has a spare room at mine cause 1. I wanted to respect her privacy. 2. I want to set an good example and 3. I'm a gentlemen at heart. YES, GO AHEAD AND LAUGH ALL YOU WANT! Just because chivalry's on the life line, it doesn't mean it's dead. Without further delay, I REALLY need to get going...

We've arrived at the Chicago Art Gallery, where that jewelry exhibition was supposed to be held. My first thing to do was to investigate at the huge main room where all the historical and new sellers would display their goods along with a built-in stage for the show. Once there, Kitty told me she'll be gathering some information for others, so that will leaves me with the main famous necklace itself; The Sapphire Collar.

I started with the rectangular case itself. There was a large, well-shaped hole at the top which tell me that either it was a very large piece of jewelry or our robber has large hands. I saw a thrash can and something's fishy in that bin. I reached in and grabbed what appeared to be a red cloth with some substance. There's also a familiar mark at the bottom corner but I can't place my fingers where I've seen it before... I've decided to put it in my evidence bag for analysis later. I've examined the other cases that were opened but... To be honest, I've ruled out for a large-handed culprit... some has small holes and some are just for show. Either way, this guy likes to play a game for us! Next on my agenda was to talk to the owner of this gallery, Mr. William Babera, who was with Kitty. He looks like he's in his 60's, has grey hair slicked back, a short beard and mustache. He is almost the same height as I.

“Mr. William Babera, I assume?” I asked.

“Mr. Felix, I've heard a lot about your well known accomplishment. You make a fine example of a honest cop and ease our minds in this corrupted times.” He complimented me on our first impression? Hmmm...

“I thank you for the compliments but I cannot accomplish without help from my colleagues and friends. Tell me, can you describe me the night of the robbery? At the time from beginning to the end.” I might be over thinking it.

“From what I can get from the security cameras, there was a black out at 1 o'clock in the morning. There was no suspicious character around the building. I've only had my two security guards and a few of your own guarding inside and out for this special exhibition. I had both mine in the security office, one in the main hall, two for paroling the rest of the museum and two for outside. I believed that during the black out, the inside where all knocked out by sleeping gas that were cleverly disguised as toys. As there's proof in your lovely assistance possession.” He gestured at the unusual toys in a large bag. “Somehow, there were no sign of force entry or easy access. We locked them in and we only have tree keys to this place which only my Janitor, one of the officers, and myself.” He explained.

I put on my thinking cap. “Unusual, so during the black out, the toys released the knock out gas, and the culprit took his or her sweet time to take most of the jewelries, leaving a few and added some. Some of these holes are just for show.” “Your observation is quite correct.” He nodded.

“Mr. Babera, there's a question I wanted to ask. Why did they leave a few behind? Were they fake or they didn't like them?” That's a good question, Kitty. “Ah, it's a bit humiliating but the remaining pieces are actually fakes or copies. They are just for show and our 'visitor' might knew about them if they were still here.” He replied honestly.

Odd. Did our suspect knew in advance or can detect the authentic? I asked. “May I asked who are sponsoring this show?”

“That would be the famous Disney Inc. They wished to display their first new collection along with a variety of famous treasures like the Sapphire collar. I'm pretty sure the recent news of other famous necklaces that were robbed has reached to your ears.”

“My friend actually DID investigate these cases! How did you know?” She asked. “I read the newspapers, and his deduction were quite spot on even if it's a bit of talented ridiculousness solution.” He joked. I was not amused at the last part...

Kitty Giggles a bit. “So tell us, is there something special about the stolen necklaces or the Sapphire itself?”

“Ah, they all have a bit of history behind each stones which they will take a long time to tell all about them.” He said.

I decided to go with the main subject. “How about you tell us a bit about the Sapphire collar's history. I wanted to know more about it and why was it infamous.”

He then tells us. “The Sapphire was actually lend to us by China's representative. As for it's story, They told us that it was one of the archaeologist fellows who found it in a secret tomb during an excavation. It was just an unusual but a lovely piece of jewelry made for an empress, until it changes color when it was day or night. It's stones looked like any other ordinary sapphires in daylight, but it changes into a crimson red in the moonlight. Historians are still not sure it's origins, but it was such a discovery, even just the change of colors, it draws attention to anybody. To this day, no other jewelry or gemstones can out shine nor came close to this unique piece even after a decade has passed. But now it is lost to a scoundrel. I believed that the necklace was worth at least five hundred thousands US dollars. Maybe it was the usual greed motive.” He then sighed.

“No need to be so glum, we shall do our best to find this missing Sapphire and plausibly the others.” I tried to assured.

“I do hope so, the exhibition will be delayed until at least the sapphire collar and most of the missing jewels are found.” He told us.

“Please rest assured that we will find them!” She added with a thumb up and the most cutest wink and tong out face. I so wanna cuddle her right now! No. Not now Felix, you're at work. I cleared my throat and say our goodbyes.

As we walked out of the place, I staggered a bit and Kitty replied “Felix! Are you alright? You looked pale.”

Yikes! “Please don't worry. I just feel light headed a bit from being-”

“FEEEEEEEEEELIX! KIIIIIIIIIITY! I GOT AN EMERGENCY FROM THE CHIEF!!!” We glanced in surprised when Woody was ridding his bicycle at full speed. It was fortunate he didn't tear up the road at that speed. “What's wrong?” Kitty asked, worried.

GAAAAAAASP! “DOG!” BREATHE “COUNTESS!” BREATHE “CHICKEN!”

My mind drew blank at the last one “.....what?”

Woody addressed himself once he catch his breath and said: “That Beagle dog of Count Violette gone missing!”

TO BE CONTINUED>>>> Chapter 2

This is my first FanFiction.

I was inspired by Marini4′s Doushinji of Bendy before the Ink machine.

I wanted to write a parallel universe with Felix as the protagonist about a story before the ‘main’ one begins.

There will be cross overs here and there so I hope you’ll enjoy a little story.

BBTIM characters belongs to Marini4

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Rebekah Vardy-Coleen Rooney Instagram feud: Why the football wives are fighting

As Britain descends into an increasingly bleak political horror show, today the country is delivering on its most famous export: Shakespearean drama. On the morning of October 9, two famous wives of major football (i.e. soccer) players were embroiled in an epic feud that just so happens to be deliciously suited to the era of Instagram Stories and private accounts. It’s the kind of splashy kerfuffle that forces people who previously had zero knowledge of or interest in a group of people or perhaps an entire sport to eschew all their responsibilities and learn everything they possibly can about it all in the span of a few hours.

This particular English Renaissance play stars two women, Coleen Rooney and Rebekah Vardy (who goes by Becky), both wives of footballers who played for the England national team. Like many WAGs (an acronym for the wives and girlfriends of athletes), the two were friends, and Rooney had trusted Vardy enough to be included on her private Instagram account, where Rooney would post personal updates about her friends and family.

But according to an operatic tweet posted by Rooney on Wednesday morning, which is at once a brutal damnation of Vardy’s actions and a master class in scene-setting and plot building, Vardy was selling those private stories to the press. “For a few years now someone who I trusted to follow me on my personal Instagram account has been consistently informing the Sun newspaper of my private posts and stories,” it begins.

“After a long time of trying to figure out who it could be, for various reasons, I had a suspicion,” Rooney writes. Here’s where it gets good: “To try and prove this, I came up with an idea. I blocked everyone from viewing my Instagram stories except ONE account.”

Coleen Rooney in 2018.

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Rooney then writes that, over the last five months, she posted a series of fake pieces of information about her life to see if they ended up in the Sun. They did: On August 15, the Sun published a story about Rooney and her husband traveling to Mexico to seek controversial gender selection treatment. On September 28, the paper published a story about Rooney possibly joining the BBC reality show Strictly Come Dancing; a third piece about a supposed flood at the Rooney’s Cheshire mansion was also published by the Sun. (All these stories published in the Sun have since been taken down.)

Rooney writes that it was difficult to remain silent and refrain from commenting when the false stories spread about her but that it ultimately helped her find the culprit.

“I have saved and screenshotted all the original [Instagram] stories which clearly show just one person has viewed them,” she writes.

“It’s……. Rebekah Vardy’s account.”

By the time Americans were starting to wake up, the news had lit up British media. That’s not just because the British press is among the thirstiest in the world. It’s because the story had everything: a Notes app-esque manifesto, the genius weaponization of social media, the demonization of a woman named Becky, the exposure of shady tabloid inner workings, and yes, two very rich women fighting with each other, one of whom is widely beloved among football fans for “standing by her man” (Rooney) and one of whom is seen as a fame-hungry money-grubber (that’d be Becky). The Rooney-Vardy feud lets us all feel the kind of vindication of knowing a maybe-bad person is an actually-bad person; it allows us to share in Rooney’s catharsis as she closes her explosive note with the absolute perfect kicker. It’s ……. really great gossip.

Who are Coleen Rooney and Becky Vardy?

It has not been nearly as fun of a day for Becky Vardy, of course. Shortly after Rooney’s post was made public, she posted her own statement to Instagram denying the allegations, claiming that other people had access to her Instagram account and if only Rooney had called her when she first suspected that Vardy was leaking stories, she could have changed her passwords. “I don’t need the money, what would I gain from selling stories on you?” she wrote. “I liked you a lot Coleen & I’m so upset that you have chosen to do this, especially when I’m heavily pregnant. I’m disgusted that I even have to deny this.” Vardy has also reportedly tasked lawyers to conduct a “forensic investigation” on her Instagram account to find out who has access to it.

But for many who have followed both Vardy and Rooney for years, the two statements were vindication that their opinions about each woman were correct all along. “Becky Vardy has always been shady,” says SB Nation soccer writer Kim McCauley. “It’s very obvious she wants to take down Coleen because Coleen has always been the media’s favorite WAG, who got all the best TV spots, and Becky wants to take her place.”

Jamie and Becky Vardy in 2018.

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“The Vardys are not nice people,” agrees Nicolle Zamora, who writes for the soccer site Unusual Efforts. She points to a series of racist statements both Becky and her husband Jamie Vardy have made in the past. Jamie has been caught on camera multiple times calling a person of Asian descent a racist slur; in 2014, Becky tweeted “Getting followed at 3am from work to your car by a weird black man has to be up there with one of the scariest moments ever!”

Becky in particular is also widely considered inappropriately fame-hungry — she was a cast member on the reality series I’m a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here and regularly appears on talk shows like Loose Women, Good Morning Britain, and This Morning. Many have long suspected her of being the writer behind the Sun’s “Secret WAG” column, which covers football gossip from an anonymous WAG, which would solidify the link between Vardy and the Sun’s coverage of Rooney.

What adds insult to injury, Zamora adds, is that the Sun has a long and bitter history with the city of Liverpool, where both Coleen and her husband Wayne Rooney were born and raised (the Rooneys now live in the US, where Wayne plays for DC United). Since 1989, the people of Liverpool have boycotted the Sun for its false reporting on the horrific Hillsborough disaster, where 96 people were killed at an FA cup football game due to overcrowding inside the stadium.

Meanwhile, Coleen Rooney has long been royalty among football WAGs, once a part of the original queen WAG Victoria Beckham’s crew in the mid-aughts and now most known for being a mother and loyal wife during her husband’s various reported infidelities. People like her because, as London-based football fan Scott Perdue tells me over DM, she has a “humble background, stuck by her man, tries to stay out of the headlines.

“Coleen Rooney has absolutely bossed Rebekah Vardy,” he adds.

Why the Coleen Rooney-Becky Vardy feud is irresistible

But there is also something more universal going on with the Rooney-Vardy feud that’s pulling in even people totally unfamiliar with British WAG culture. Humans love stories about celebrities acting as investigative reporters of their own lives, and Rooney isn’t the first person to weaponize her social media accounts: Kim Kardashian has reportedly sent her friends fake photos of her newborn children to find out who is leaking information to the press. Fans, meanwhile, have started referring to Rooney as “Wagatha Christie” in admiration.

It might also simply be more banal than that. It’s refreshing, for once, to have a clear winner and a clear loser, to be able to root for one team without feeling sorry for the other. Ironically, this is also what can be so appealing about being a sports fan.

Charlotte Wilder of Sports Illustrated draws this parallel: “I’ve always said that sports are the greatest reality show. Even on reality TV, we assume that everything’s edited or manipulated. But you can’t have spoilers for a game, and there’s something really pure about that. And when the athletes’ lives mirror that unexpectedness, it’s thrilling to me.”

Wayne, Coleen, and son Kai Rooney in 2013.

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Often, when we see athletes’ or celebrities’ lives play out in the press or on social media, there’s a tendency to assume what we’re seeing is in some way fabricated. The Rooney-Vardy feud, meanwhile, feels pure in its messiness. “A lot of times these athletes are very calculated because they know people are paying attention,” Wilder says. “And when done well, it becomes a master class in public relations. With something like this, [Rooney] knows she’s bulletproof, so she can take a risk. You don’t do this unless you’re pretty sure it’s not gonna backfire.”

Ultimately, what we’re talking about is leaked personal interest stories about the lives of famous people. “It’s still fairly petty,” Wilder laughs. “It’s not that there’s some horrible crime at the center of this, so it makes it a little more harmless to enjoy something like this. If it were really ugly and messy I would feel sad, but at this point, we can enjoy it.”

All of which makes Coleen Rooney and Becky Vardy the perfect distraction from literally everything else happening in the UK right now: a feud so neat and perfect it can be tied up with a bow, a Twelfth Night-style comedy of errors that writes itself where the good guy gets all the faves and the bad guy gets canceled. If nothing else, it beats talking about Brexit.

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Cherry (Part 38)- wolf!jikook story

After the soccer team tryouts, Jungkook's untying his shoelaces in the men's locker room, enjoying the quietness of his failure. Sweat's stained the collar of his shirt, ears stained with dirt. Even without knowing what Coach thought, he knows he's not good enough to be placed on the high school team. None of his shots entered the goal, he'd tripped over his own tail, and he'd passed the ball to the wrong player. It sucks, how a nice first day of school could end so terribly! His tardiness to first class was excused, the lunch was good (the school decided to have a freshman cookout, leaving Jungkook with a tasty burger to eat!) and all of his classes had at least one of his good friends. In addition, he'd also met this Beta named Mingyu in his math class and they'd easily hit it off. Their next class was science, and they'd walked to class together, conversing about soccer. The other wolf must've made the team for his shots were perfect. Damn soccer, the coach, and most of all, these shoes! Ripping off the last shoe and stuffing it into his bag, Jungkook places his head in his hands, wondering what he should tell his mother. Sorry that I suck at soccer and wasn't accepted onto the team? Sorry that I'm not good enough? Telling his father the news is going to be painful- The door suddenly flies open, smashing into the lockers, Yugyeom bursting into the desolate place, breathing harder than an Omega in heat. When his large eyes spot Jungkook, his frantic smile turns into a concerned frown. "Jungkook! Are you crying?!" "No!" Jungkook allows Yugyeom to slide on over and prod at his neck, his tongue lapping against a throbbing vein, something he does to calm Jungkook down. Instantly Jungkook's muscles relax as Yugyeom licks it, then kisses it gently. "I saw you on the field, Guk. You were a mess," Yugyeom mumbles against his neck, inhaling the scent of his skin. Both him and Jaebum love sticking their noses in Jungkook's neck to smell the brownies. "Don't remind me." Grabbing Jungkook's sweaty cheeks, Yugyeom smiles his I'm-up-to-no-good smile. Something about his expression reminds him of Taehyung. "Wait, wait, wait! I just thought of something. Come with me." "Where are we going?" "You'll see." And that's how Jungkook finds himself, at four o'seven adorned in his gross workout clothes and completely barefoot, in the school's dance studio. The floors are glossy, mirrors stretching over every wall. The lights above beam down onto the wolves practicing below, reflecting off earrings and rings, air smelling like cologne and cleaning chemicals. Except all of the wolves in the room are male, a fact that surprises Jungkook. The school has a male dance team? "Hey, we've got some newcomers!" a voice echoes throughout the room, the soft jazz music continuing to play in the background. A few wolves glance back at them, snorting at Jungkook's dirty state. "Alright!" a very familiar voice responds, and Jungkook's mouth pops open when Jimin, in the tightest yoga pants he's ever seen, approaches them from his place in front of the students. Deriving from his position in the room and his cool smile, he must be a leader of some sort. So what if Jungkook's never seen him dance? He can't be that good. Betas are known to be much more flexible than Alphas. But of course, every leadership position has to belong to an Alpha. When his eyes lie upon Jungkook, instead of flinching away at his disgustingness, his smile grows wider. As if he's genuinely happy that he's here, dirtying up the polished floor. As if he actually likes Yugyeom and hadn't tried to kill him on the slip n' slide so many years ago. "Jungkook, what a surprise! I didn't know that you danced!" "I didn't know, either," Jungkook whispers to Yugyeom, a tail slapping against his ass in reply. "What was that?" Jimin cocks his head, eyes like melted chocolate. He's got his hands on his hips, a friendly, inviting stance. "He said he loves to dance and couldn't wait to try out." Yugyeom's laughing as he says it, and the horror doesn't end there. "He also said that he'd love to dance with you. He's not the best yet, and he wants to know if he can do one-on-one for some extra practice." "Of course!" Jimin's ears immediately perk, tail beginning to wag as he stares at Jungkook expectantly. "Since today's tryouts, I'll place you in whatever group meets your dancing experience. If you need additional help, I'd be more than glad to help you out one-on-one. So put on some shoes and we can get started." Eyes flicking down at his bare toes with an amused grin, Jimin pats Jungkook's shoulder twice, wishing him good luck, before heading back to the front of the room. "You can thank me later," Yugyeom whispers in his ear, leaning on his shoulder, "for helping you snatch that Alpha ass. You noticed how he stared at you the whole time? I bet he was imagining what you looked like naked." An image of Jungkook sitting on Jimin's lap, both of them naked, enters Jungkook's mind, but he's quick to dispel the thought. "I don't think so." "All Alphas at this age constantly think about sex. If he wasn't thinking about you naked, he was imagining something else." At the moment, after being roped into this dance tryout and publicly humiliated, Jungkook really has the urge to grab one of the speakers lying in the corner and crush his friend.

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