#AND LOOK AT LADYBUG'S ACCESSORIES

[tears-of-xion]

Marinette is ready for a day out in the sunshine!

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[mephy-doodle-dandy]

I found the original image!

today's bug thing is this ladybug coin purse!

[zoe-oneesama]

The Kwamis! Some of these came easier than others, but since Angelic Layer has no magic involved, all the kwamis became human~ They won't be very prevalent, they're mostly here to fill in background character roles - shop clerks, MCs Tournament Directors, fans - so they won't have a whole lot of speaking roles (aside from, you know, the MCs who're there to commentate on the fights lol). But I thought I'd give them all a nice nod in the story somewhere.

As expected, Tikki and Plagg are the main MCs. Marinette and Adrien's fights will be going on concurrently so Tikki will be commentating Marinette's fights while Plagg commentates on Adrien's. They'll have the most dialogue of the kwamis, so I do want them to have unique ways of discussing what they're seeing.

Pollen will be working directly for the Bourgeois'. As a VIP with a direct relationship with the international director of Angelic Layer, Chloe has her own private practice layer in her home and Pollen is in charge of it's upkeep and maintenance. She matches Armand the Bulter's levels of competence.

Trixx is a Rena Rouge mega fan. They've been following Alya's blog for as long as they can remember and are mega stoked that Alya moved to their city. When Alya starts to doubt herself, it's Trixx's voice that can be heard cheering her on to not give up.

Nooroo and Duusu are servants in the Agreste Estate. Unknown to Adrien, they are fully aware of his sneaking around to play and the two do what they can to make excuses and deflect Nathalie when Adrien isn't where he's supposed to be. They're rooting him on from the shadows!

Wayzz is the adult son of Marianne and Fu. He brings them to Angelic Layer fights against his will because the two really enjoy them. The two seem to be really invested in Ladybug and Chat Noir's career (and the behind the scenes shenanigans that they secretly spy on).

Longg is Kagami's bodyguard. Like Nooroo and Duusu, they are fully aware of what Kagami is doing behind her mother's back and feigns ignorance when Kagami pulls something..."sneaky" to get to a fight secretly.

Here's where we get into some existing jobs from the show:

Orikko and Kaalki are the "Layer Hot Girls (and boy)". lol I just thought it was funny that Angelic Layer even has them.

Mullo is the sales clerk at the Princess Piffle store (the store where you can buy your Angel and all the accessories). All of them lol. Mullo and her many many sisters who look just like her.

Barkk and Fluff take similar but still different roles (the uniforms are ALMOST the same but there are some tiny differences). So Barkk is the receptionist at the Practice Ring (literally you pay to reserve a mini-layer to practice on) while Fluff is the waitress/cashier at the cafeteria at the Tournament Center.

(and back to making shit up lol)

Daizzi is a nurse where Rose goes to the hospital and she has segmental localized vitiligo. Rose is particularly close to Daizzi since she helps Rose make her donations to the hospital.

Sass is the backstage directory, aka, the guy who makes things run. He has an earpiece that has the same diamond pattern as his pants on it! The anime does show one person who helps backstage, but I wanted to have a little fun with Sass's look and tie in to him being "in charge" of the kwamis.

Ziggy works at Socqueline's family art supply shop, which is frequented by Angelic Layer players who are on a bit of a budget. They love talking with the customers about their angels, though mostly the design part.

Stompp is Ivan's foster mother and Roarr his foster sister (Stompp's bio-daughter). I actually didn't think of what kind of job this outfit would be good for, but I think she'd make a good security guard - usually working at rock concerts, which she bonds with Ivan over, but she's also been hired for Angelic Layer tournaments. Sometimes sore losers get a little...violent.

Roarr falls in love with Juleka's Angel Purple Tigress immediately thanks to her pre-existing love of tigers in general. She's even bold enough to proclaim her love to Juleka herself!

Xuppu is Ondine's sibling and a fan of King Monkey, though they'll go out of their way to make fun of Kim himself. Secretly, they're very invested in Kim's career and get very upset on his behalf when he loses.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Not sure if you’ve ever done something like this, but I think a miraculous ladybug style love square featuring Danny would be absolutely hilarious. It can be with literally any bat (I’m partial to either Damian or Tim, but honestly any would be amazing). But literally just Danny coming to Gotham and going out as Phantom, running into the bat of choice and BOOM instant crush. And then Danny running into that same bats civilian ID and BOOM another instant crush going the opposite direction. Not particularly picky about who has the civilian crush, and who has the vigilante crush, but we would definitely need to see interactions between all four identities a la Miraculous.

Danny Fenton loathes Bruce Wayne. It's not because Sam's parents have often attempted to pawn off their daughter onto the guy or that Danny, as her once boyfriend, felt threatened by him. He can see the intelligence in Bruce's eyes, and the man still acts the way he does.

What's worse is that they are the same age, which means when Sam's parents started pushing for her to attend galas at age fifteen, Danny had been forced along to help deflect annoying rich boys. He met Bruce hiding behind curtains, making faces at his butler when the older gentleman attempted to push fifteen-year-old Bruce back onto the dance floor.

He would have felt sympathy for the wealthy heir—being an orphan so young with everyone around him foaming at the mouth for his wealth and titles was rough on anyone—were it not for how he spoke to poor Mr. Pennyworth.

Bruce acted like Mr.Pennyworth was an accessory to his image, as if the man wasn't treating him with the obvious care and attention one would a son.

Danny found his feet, leading him to Wayne just as the teenager instructed Mr.Pennyworth to wait in the car—four hours, four hours, in the freezing cold!

The first words he ever said to Bruce Wayne were, "You do not talk to him like that, you self-centered jerk!"

Then he had to dodge a fist because apparently Wayne had anger issues, but Danny had been dodging ghosts for an entire year. He sidesteps and pushes the boy on his ass. Mr.Pennyworth seemed frozen by the wall, and Wayne dared to stare up at him like someone standing up to him was such a wonder.

Sam had called him away, so with a long look down his nose at the rich boy, he spun around and strutted away.

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Bruce Wayne adored Danny Fenton.

Ever since the firecracker appeared in his life, with a grace that rivaled even his best of masters, Bruce has been infatuated with him. Fenton came from a small town in Illinois as a guest of the Manson family.

The Manson were new money, having only developed their wealth two generations ago. They had no real social connections and lived in the middle of nowhere. Mr. and Mrs. Manson were eager to pair their daughter off with someone with better standing, but it is evident that they only pushed a little for her to find a rich husband.

They wouldn't have allowed Fenton to tag along if they genuinely wanted their daughter to build connections through marriage. The couple just seemed to want their daughter to stop being goth.

The teenager was unapologetically middle-class, and Bruce found himself watching Fenton move about Galas with a defiant air that left him breathless. He insulted people to their faces, returned passive aggression tenfold, and someone tried to talk down to him; Fentn had the brain to quickly turn the tides.

The Manson's standing shouldn't have shielded him, not when they barely had any social power, yet somehow no one dared to bother Fenton outside of events. It was all so fascinating.

Fenton didn't often come to Gotham, as the Mansons mainly stayed in their own little part of the world, but every year, without fail, they were there for the Charity event in Spring and the Halloween Fest. The dark-haired, sharp-eyed eye, blue-eyed boy would be at Miss Manon's side, muttering into the goth girl's ear.

Bruce's heart constantly fluttered when the days were approaching the two high society events because it would mean seeing Fenton again. Years passed with Alfred attempting for Bruce to strike a friendship with Fenton, but something always made Bruce nervous.

Excited and nervous, like he was about to hit the drop of a rollercoaster. It was a rush whenever their eyes locked, even if Fenton's hardened into a dangerous glare.

Eventually, Bruce went off to do his training, finally getting close to his goal of making the rot of Gotham pay. He didn't see Fenton for a while, and the angry teenager lingered in the back of his mind until Bruce rocked back to Gotham with his new Brucie persona.

Only to have his jaw drop the moment he caught sight of Fenton. The boy was now the CEO of VladCo. after his godfather had taken a sabbatical for medical reasons. Fenton was still unapologetic about his roots and seemed enraged whenever Bruce brought out his playboy persona.

"Cut the crap," Fenton hissed into Bruce's face, unaware of the swarm of butterflies in his stomach. "We both know you're not dumb. I can see your intelligence, and how you're downplaying it is sickening."

Bruce fought the urge to fan himself, heart racing, as he smiled absentmindedly. "Whatever do you mean?"

Fenton made a screech of outrage before turning and stomping away. Bruce hated watching him go, but he loved to watch him leave.

"Sir," Alfred muttterd as he stepped up behind him. Bruce snapped out of his staring, turning his head slightly to pick up the man's whispered words better. "A break-in at Gotham Bank. Nine hostages"

"Understood." He made a show of diving into the fountain with Fenton, looking like he would pop a blood vessel as an excuse to leave. As he drives, Bruce Wayne fades into Batman in more ways than a costume change, and his mind races with plans to save the hostages.

He just hopes that Dofus Phantom doesn't get in his way again. The ghost would pop up randomly in his city, and no matter how many times Batman threatened him, the idiot came back again and again.

Phantom had no detective mindset. He stopped crimes right before him without considering the bigger picture. Dofus probably died in a small town with low crime rates. He didn't understand the complications of deep corruption, power vacuums, or gang violence.

Out of all the people who could have turned into a poltergeist, it had to be the clumsy fanboy Phantom.

[snowsinterlude]

doll parts.

(coriolanus snow x bella baxter!reader)

summary: having been brought back to live recently, you seemed to have lost your memories and still had a lot to re-learn. with that being said, you were personally intrigued by whatever 'fucking' is. luckily, coriolanus knew exactly how to teach you.

based on this ask.

c.w: horror (based in frankenstein and poor things), smut, coriolanus snow, nymphomaniac behavior (on the part of reader), spitting, p in v, porn with plot, rough sex, slapping (m. recieving), overstimulation, angry sex, squirting, edging, creampie, unproctected sex, innocent reader, naïve behavior, dumbification. casca highbottom is mentioned but he's not the main focus, 'virginity' loss, there's gonna be a lot of 'of course's" here

with the shocks of the electricity running through your new brain, you had opened your eyes to the sight of casca highbottom, a scientist who wanted to prove the point that he could bring people back to life.

of course, playing god wasn't exactly allowed, but what does corruption doesn't do?

with a white curly lock in your lustrous hair being something new to your forgotten appearance, you stared at the man in front of you, whom claimed to be your father. and of course he wasn't. he wanted to prove a point; this point being that he could create the perfect woman and shape her into the submissive obedient element you were supposed to become.

you didn't like that idea, and on the first minute he looked somewhere other than you when he brought you to see the outside world, you ran away, wanting to learn whatever you had to learn without the chains that casca highbottom had you in.

it didn't took long for you to come across coriolanus snow, a renowed academy student who was always against highbottom's experiments in dead people and animals. and he was so gentle to you, probably because of your doe heterochromatic eyes (another result of highbottom's tests on your previously dead body), or probably because of your innocent smile and the way your experience with the dead of living beings was killing mosquitoes and butterflies, saying that "there is no meaning for me to let this thing live if it annoys me."

of course, he took that out of your head with the argument that "then, if i, someday end up annoying you, would you kill me?" and you seemed to thought for a long while (that was his concern and the moment he gulped down), shaking your head, but saying "if you gave me anything other than kisses and books and shelter, i would." and he laughed at the way you said that, your eyes almost jumping out of your skull, always so sickeningly wide. you were so naïve, he truly wanted to open your kull, unspool your brain and sifting through it, trying to catch and pin down whatever it was that passed through your head.

he would never do it, though. not when you looked so pretty when swallowing his spit on that same night, licking your lips after a kiss.

then, in the day before, sitting on the couch on his studies, you looked at the page of the book you were leavmfing through, you saw an image of a woman and a man's silhouette. taking advantage of the few things highbottom teached you, you read outloud:

"mis...sio...neh...ry" of course, you still had a lot of difficulty reading, but nothing that could cause harm, coriolanus still tried his best to teach you how to read. he was always so... kind. you wanted to eat him up. but pretty things sometimes are accessories that can't go into your stomach, and that's what coriolanus told you when you tried eating a ladybug, claiming she was too cute for you not to eat it. "coryo,"

"yes, doll?" he asked, reading the papers he had on his hands.

"what is missionary sex?" that caught him off guard.

so now, after explaining how it worked and why it existed, the platinum blonde man finished by saying it could bring pleasure to your body, but it was mainly used for reproduction purposes.

you didn't really care about that last part, the second you heard him talking about 'pleasure', you immediatly got up, almost abruptly walking to him, your bare feet stepping on whatever it had on the ground, the skirt of your dress, that he got used to seeing you without, the shows you were supposed to wear to an early party that you never put on, his jacket, some papers, and finally, you were in front of him.

"i wanna do it," you voiced, taking the papers out of his hand "i wanna do it with you." and "i wanna have missionary with you." you said, eyes wide open to stare at him, you almost never blinkedat all.

"it's sex, doll. missionary is just a position." he said, laughing. though the thought of you riding him made his dick throb.

"position?" you asked, cocking your head to the side. "then there's more?" he nodded to you.

"there are much more positions on the kamasutra than pages on the bible." he said, and you smiled happily, your teeth showing up as well as your voice echoed:

"show me." you said "sex me- fuck, is fucking, right? fuck me. in the positions of the kamasutra." you said.

and god, he was so happy to take you by the waist, kiss you and lead your leg to wrap around his waist.

it didn't took many minutes for you to be without your bloomers, your panties put aside for him to grind his cock on your cunt, teasing you, and you didn't knew, but you felt like you were soaked up in something sticky- your wetness. "t-that's not missionary," you moaned, bucking your hips back at his teasing moves.

"you're right," he answered, groaning as he kissed your frowning face. "that's the clasp position, doll." with his hands on your waist, and yours on his shoulders, he finally penetrated you, earning a long moan out of your mouth.

you weren't a virgin, though you didn't know that, you used to have a husband on your previous life before you died, but you were never satisfied and you have never been- not until he slowly thrusted inside your pussy, making you feel every inch of his dick inside you.

"fuck!" you cried, a cry without tears as you undid the buttons of his shirt.

"what is it?" he asked, a moan leaving his throat as you ripped the shirt and bite his neck, too impatient to unbutton all of the buttons that were prohibiting you from seeing his body.

"i wanna see you," you moaned, slowly bucking your hips back, mouth agape as you let a rude moan leave your head "i wanna see your body."

he chuckled at your words, his hands still holding your body to keep you still as he fucked you. however, it wasn't bad, but you wanted to see how it would feel if it was fast.

"f-faster, please. just wanna see- s-see how it feels." you pleaded, your eyesight blurry as you looked down, seeing how your bare pussy took him in so well, almost devouring him into you.

he promptly obeyed you, going faster and deeper, a moan leaving your throat as his skin slapped against yours. and to see you squirming under him felt like heaven- a sight that no one but him could capture.

even when your walls squeezed his cock and you came around him, your pussy gushing around him, your stamina was still higher than his, which led to you edging him, not letting him cum until you felt so tired that you'd be passed out by his side.

which didn't happen for a long time. for at least six rounds, you were still edging him, slapping him every time he was ready to cum. you didn't allow it.

and by now, you were riding him non-stop, your eyes shut closed as you yourself abused your cunt on his cock, who throbbed painfully and made him throw his head back when he finally cummed inside you, stuffing you rope after rope.

"hey!" you called out slapping his chest, as he still gripped his nails on your skin, marking small crescent moon phases on your skin. he looked at you with an angry frown. "i don't wanna stop just now! i want more!" you said, not caring about his growling state, you thought it looked cute on him.

"god, you're terrible." he grunted, changing positions. "just this one more time and it's over." you nodded, agreeing with him as he finally slapped your clit, making you mewl and squirm under him. "see? you're too sensible, if we keep going," he thrusted "you're gonna have a difficult time walking straight."

"i can always dance." you said, legs spread to let him pound into you. he chuckled, slapping your thigh.

"let's see." he kissed you with a slight open mouth, his tongue battling with yours as he thrusted into you, letting you be a pillow princess for once in the day as you scarred his back with your nails, his pace was quicker than before, probably quicker than yours, and it made you melt entirely, your breathing became heavy and rapid.

when he pinched your clit, you felt strangely dumber, moaning into the kiss that was soon broke apart.

he spit into your mouth, his eyes boring into yours. "swallow it." and you did, crying from the pleasure as he rubbed your clit. "good girl, doll." he smiled.

"d-don't stop, coryo, please. just a bit more and i'll cum- i-i promise i'll let you rest after!" you mewled, squirming as he pound into you.

"hm, i don't know, doll. when i said i wanted to cum you didn't really allowed me to. why should i allow you?" he asked, pecking your temple.

"please. please! i can't hold it in!" you said, your boobs bouncing into the corset you were still wearing. he got rid of it in the blink of an eye, and you didn't even noticed where it had gone, too focused on the pleasure in between your legs as you cried.

he smiled to the view of your body. of course there was a bunch of scars there and there that were already healed, specially the one that connected your neck, but it didn't really mattered to his dick, neither to him. he loved just how doe eyed you were, how dumbly you asked about things and how you didn't questioned him more than once about something, like now.

"i-i'm sorry, i-i just wanted more. i didn't thought about your pleasure- s-sorry, please, let me cum! pleease!!"

"hm. no" he said, grabbing your ass and kissing your temple oh so kindly as he fucked you raw. "let's see how long you will last since you were so hungry for it."

and you didn't last much, just likenhe thought. the more you concentreated on the feeling of his dick on your cunt and the way his balls slapped against your ass, the closer you were to cumming again, and you did just after he came inside you again, smiling dumbly at him as you squirt on his cock, too sensitive from your previous orgasms.

"i'm sorry, coryo" you said, still teary eyed as you hugged him, hand pawing at his chest.

"for?" he frowned, he had already pulled his trousers up, guarding his dick into the fabric.

"f...for edging you, 'm sorry." you said, sleepy and pouty. he chuckled.

"it's okay," he said, caressing your head "at least you said sorry."

and you slept the most comfortable sleep of your post-mortem life, even drooling a bit on his chest, but he loved you just too much to do something about your innocent, naïve nature other than love and cherish it.

[timble-tumble]

RIN SCREAMS “KILL YOURSLF” ON ROBLOX VC WHILE BULLYING KIDS ON ADOPT ME AND GETS BANNED (hella long title ik 💔)

TAGS: cussing (like ALOT of cussing), absolute pure crack, implied rin x reader but you can interpret it as platonic if u want, Rin bullies kids (do not be like rin and don't bully anyone)

A/N: I wrote all of this in one sitting.....I'm lowkey so proud of myself this is what no internet does to a person (ty @ace-scream for beta-reading this 🤑)

You and Rin are lazing on the bed, both doing different things; you’re trying to reply to all your friend’s tiktoks after trying to restrain yourself from doomscrolling (you failed miserably), and Rin is furiously tapping away on his iPad playing who knows what.

You sigh, deciding it’s time to do something slightly more productive, opting to bother your boyfriend instead. “Hey. ‘Watcha doin?”

He barely spares you a glance, eyes honed in to the screen in front of him, “Minecraft. I’m trying to collect these half baked skeleton heads so I can summon the Wither.”

“I see. Can I join?”

“No.”

You give him a deadpan look. “Bruh.”

Fine then, if Rin doesn’t want you to join, you’ll go do your own thing; raid the pantry. You pray that there’s some actually good snacks in there, but before you can finish daydreaming about all the possible scrumptious food choices, a loud voice cuts you off.

“WHAT THE HELL. WHERE DID THAT DAMN PIGLIN COME FROM.”

You trot back over to him, stifling a giggle as the death screen displays on the iPad. “Ugh, I give up– I’ll fight the Wither another time,” he swipes off the app and presses on Roblox.

Rin finally looks up at you, “wanna join?”

“I thought you didn’t want me to.”

“Yeah because I don’t want you ruining my Minecraft world. But we should ruin kids’ lives in Adopt Me.”

Wow, my boyfriend really is mentally twelve.

Shaking your head at Rin’s ridiculous behaviour, you decide to indulge and boot up your laptop. “Fine, okay.”

The two of you load into Adopt Me, quickly coming up with the best avatars you’d think would traumatise a 9 year old to scare them and torment the whole server.

“Oh yeah, I finally verified my phone number so I can use voice chat,” Rin mentions.

“Uh oh,” you gulp, “this is not going to end good. Please refrain from insulting them.”

“Why?”

“The freak you mean why,” you lightly slap him on his shoulder, “they’re legit kids, lil bro.”

“I am too. Also DO NOT call me ‘lil bro’.”

You sigh, “you’re sixteen. Don’t try to pull the kid card, you’re legally a teenager.”

“But I’m still underage so I technically classify as a kid.”

You point your finger up, mimicking Rin being all, ‘erm aktually’ and nerd like. “Stop arguing with me and just promise you won’t scream half baked and lukewarm at them.”

Rin pauses, processing your lecture, then looks at his screen, positioning his hands on the joystick. “I have better insults than that up my sleeve.”

“…Rin.”

“Fine– I’ll try not to.”

You roll your eyes, mentally pleading that the police won’t pull up to your doorstep after Rin is done giving kids a ‘dose of the real world’ (his words, not yours). You and Rin decide on a target– ‘Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX - she/her • 9 • ladybug princess • fire & love powers 🔥 • looking for family’.

“I’ll go from above,” Rin equips his propeller, “you use the bicycle and chase her from the ground.”

“M’kay.”

You do just that, hopping on your shitty two person bicycle you always crash while trying to go on the bridge, riding right up to your target. You rub your hands and crack your knuckles before opening up the chat.

RinLover69: hey

Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX: hii

RinLover69: i have a question for u

Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX: ?

RinLover69: have you ever played blox fruits with your mangoes on the line

Rin shoots you a look, “really?”

“Shush it works– GO JUMP ON TOP OF HER.”

Suddenly, a hog avatar with the most horrifyingly stupid accessories lands right on top of Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX. She jumps in response, quickly zipping away from the demon that just spawned from seemingly nowhere.

Rin screams into the voice chat, chasing after her. “COME BACK HERE.”

You take a shortcut, cutting her off as she swiftly turns around and runs right towards Rin who was surveilling in the air. He speaks eerily in a monotone voice, “why are you running from us,” giving not only Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX chills, but also you.

“I think you’ve traumatised the kid. And you’re scaring me,” you say the last part under your breath.

“Not enough. YOU CAN’T RUN FROM ME SHEILA.”

“Good god.”

Assuming this random kid has had enough of Rin’s shit (or is just absolutely terrified), she dies and dips out of existence.

”Oh. What a pussy.”

“UHM, ITOSHI RIN.”

He flinches from you using his full name, “my bad.”

You side eye him before checking the server list, “hm. She’s still in the server. Hollon, she probably teleported to her house.”

“Let’s go then-”

As he attempts to click the teleport button, a message pops up in the centre of his iPad:

WARNING

You have been timed out of voice chat for 5 minutes due to inappropriate language.

“BRUH.”

You burst out laughing, “BAHAHAH YOU DIDN’T MUTE YOUR MIC THAT’S WHAT YOU GET-”

“SHUT UP.”

You decide to pursue Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX on your own while you wait for Rin to get his voice permissions back, scanning all the houses’ names before you find one titled with her user.

“Oh I’m so goated.”

“HAH YES I’M BACK,” he teleports to you, walking right up to the door until he’s basically sniffing it, “oh Sheilaaaaaaaaaaa. Unlock your door.”

Like on command, Sheila pops out and pauses as she’s face-to-face with basically Satan himself.

”Sheila. I know where you live.”

Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX: BRO LEAVE ME ALONE

“Never.” Rin propellers up into the air once again as Sheila runs away, opting to go in a car this time. You chuckle at Sheila’s incompetence for thinking her pathetic hot pink car could outrun your overpowered bike, equipping it and immediately catching up to her. You two run laps around the neighbourhood for a bit, Rin giving you out Sheila’s exact location like he was doxxing someone (he’s probably going to dox Sheila) whenever you lost sight of her.

Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX: SOMEONE HELP ME

Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX: IM GETTING CHASED HELP ME

“No one’s going to save you now. Just give up already.”

As Rin jumps down from the sky to land on top of Sheila again, he abruptly ragdolls and goes blasting off like Team Rocket up into the blocky sun. You shriek in half laughter and half horror as you see your boyfriend’s avatar shoot off never to be seen again.

The most high-pitched shrill of, "KILL YOURSELF–” you never thought Rin would be capable of slowly gets softer and softer the farther he flies off, until its just you and poor Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX.

Rin starts tweaking to the point you wouldn’t be surprised if he just magically enters his flow state, “OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS IS SHEILA’S FAULT. HER HALF BAKED ASS JUST SHOT ME LIKE A CANON BALL.”

Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX halts her car and faces towards the body flying off like it’s ascending. She turns to you, which you reciprocate by also turning towards her.

RinLover69: uhm

Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX: uhm

RinLover69: this is all your fault sheila your magical love powers just blasted bro into the sky

You immediately leave before you can get reported for something stupid like bullying (you and Rin’s delusional ass agreed both would just sum this up to ‘educating the young’), as your tweaking boyfriend lets out another loud shriek as he gets another voice chat violation.

“FUCK YOU ROBLOX. YOUR PLATFORM IS LUKEWARM AS HELL ANYWAYS.”

“Rin, calm down.”

“SHE FLUNG ME INTO THE SUN LIKE SHE WAS SACRIFICING ME TO SOME GOD.”

“It’s just a game.”

He raises an eyebrow, calming down for a split second, “then I could use that excuse when you’re raging at Block Tales.”

“Okay no– that’s different– Calypso does dog shit nothing in the Demo 4 boss fight–”

“Riiiiiiiight.”

You scoff, shutting your laptop and putting both you and Rin’s devices on charge. You signal to him to get up, offering your hand. “C’mon, let’s go calm down and drink root beer.”

“You drank all of it.”

“Dammit.”

~~

The next day, you and Rin decide to go shit on the previously peak game now turned into a shitty cash grab– Weird Strict Dad. Instead of raging at the insane amount of bugs, glitches and overall dookie gameplay, Rin’s welcomed with yet another lovely message from Roblox:

You have been banned for 10 days.

Username: betterbrother_Rin

Reason: Inappropriate use of voice chat on multiple occasions, swearing, bullying.

If you think we have made a mistake, appeal here.

-Kind Regards,

Roblox Management Team

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME.”

“I TOLD YOU TO BE CAREFUL WITH THAT DAMN TONGUE OF YOURS ITOSHI RIN.”

jumpscare

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Honeybee's Picnic - Benny Cross (part 3)

previous part

All the way home, Matilda told her daddy all about the recital. Her dress, her spins, the way her hair bounced when one of the boys had to take her hand and move her to the side of the stage.

Benny raised an eyebrow. "A boy?"

But she didn't detect the distaste or jealousy in his tone. "Yeah, daddy, his name is Matt. Anyways—", she went on and on, but Benny was going to bring the topic back on the table at some point. Though he was glad that his little girl didn't hold his absence against him. It warmed up his heart a little.

Once back home, Benny and Matilda washed their hands, the little girl still blabbering about her dress and Miss Y/N. Miss Y/N did this and Miss Y/N did that. Benny never gave the little girl anything more than a hmm. It would be embarrassing for his daughter to know that her big and mighty daddy was capable of feeling certain things.

"Speaking of your teacher, baby.", Benny started saying, slowly pulling out the cassette from his jean pocket. Matilda's big blue eyes widened even more in a comical manner.

"Is that my play? Me as a ladybug?", she asked, her brows raising to her forehead. Benny's lips formed into a smirk as he nodded. Matilda let out an excited squeal. "Can I pop it in the player?"

How could he say no to her?

Benny made himself comfortable on the couch, absentmindedly reaching for his pack of cigarettes, as he watched his daughter struggle with the remote. A frown took over her face as he held back a chuckle.

"Gimme the remote, baby.", he reached his hand out, mumbling with the cigarette hanging from his lips. Matilda groaned and stomped over to her daddy.

"Here.", a slap-like motion as the remote fell on his palm. Benny rolled his eyes.

He glanced at the TV and then back at the remote. "Look, bee. It's the green button and then the yellow one."

She hummed, plopping herself beside Benny. "Like the traffic lights.", the blonde girl looked up at her daddy, who nodded impressed.

"Smart baby. Yes, like the traffic lights."

Matilda made another comment about not being a baby anymore, but the tape started finally rolling and there she was.

She let out an excited squeal, index pointing at the footage. "That's me, daddy! And that's Martha and Matt and—"

Benny shot her a look. "Which one's Matt?"

But she caught on that. She gave him a sheepish grin and shook her head. "I ain't gonna tell you, daddy. Because then you're gonna tell him that he can't play with me no more."

"Matilda Cross—", his warnings were immediately cut off by an excited squeak.

"That's Miss Y/N!", Benny didn't know if the changed topic was supposed to be a distraction or not — but his blue eyes shifted from his daughter to the footage of you. Another silly dress and another colorful bow accompanied by a bright, proud smile.

His lips involuntarily twitched.

Benny watched his baby girl, absolutely, and that's what he told her. Compliments left and right for her spins and whatever else she did on that stage. But his focus was on someone else. Someone he would never reveal to his Matilda, nor to himself. That someone was wearing the silliest accessories in her hair, hair that made him wonder about texture and whatnot.

He cleared his throat.

"Good job, baby.", Benny's arm moved her closer so he could place a kiss to her temple.

Matilda beamed at him. "Thank you, daddy."

"Again, daddy is sorry for not making it.", he apologized yet again, but those apologies mattered. For those were the missing puzzle in his childhood.

But like the sweetest little girl she was, Matilda shook her head, kissing his cheek. "That's okay, daddy. But at least Mr Waters filmed it!"

Benny raised an eyebrow. "I thought your teacher filmed the play."

"Oh, yeah, he's a teacher.", she said absentmindedly and reached for the remote, pressing play yet again. "Miss Y/N hugged him real tight when he gave her the cassette."

Oh.

"Mr Waters? I've never met him before.", his tone had picked up on speed. "Is he a new teacher?"

"I don't know daddy, you ask too many questions.", she shrugged and bounced in her seat, watching ladybugs and bluebirds scatter across the stage.

Benny's jaw set for a moment. His mind a whirlwind of thoughts — spiraling. Then he came to the realization that he was overthinking about things that didn't pertain to him — it didn't matter who you talked to, or who you hugged.

You were his little honeybee's teacher. That was all.

Since the end of the school year was nearing, there was no real educational program for the children. "Let them play and not cause any trouble.", was what the principal told the staff. Your eyes gazed out of the window, immediately taking notice of the bright sun and that was when you made your suggestion.

"What if we organized a picnic? Each class with their two headteachers and the kids' parents?"

You loved picnics — small nutritious snacks, cool drinks and someone always brought a guitar.

The principal looked among the other teachers. "Sounds good, right?", everyone nodded, immediately exchanging ideas with the other.

"So it's gonna be you and I, and the first graders?"

You looked to your right and noticed a playful smile on Sam's lips. A quiet chuckle fell from your lips.

"Us and a bunch of bugs.", you joked and turned your attention to the principal again. You folded your hands on your lap as the group of teachers quieted.

"Miss Y/N's idea is a success, I reckon.", the principal chuckled and your colleagues followed. "I trust that every headteacher is going to take care of the paperwork regarding the excursion?"

You nodded. "I can print out leaflets for everyone."

"Very well.", he nodded. "Miss Y/N and Mr Waters for classroom A, Miss Bennett and—"

"Daddy! Daddy!", Matilda exclaimed, running to Benny with wide arms.

He raised an eyebrow, hopping off his bike and huffed as his daughter jumped on him.

"Hey bee. Good day?", he asked, an amused smile on his lips at her state. Matilda breathed in and out, visibly excited over something she couldn't contain.

"There's a picnic—", she said wheezed. Benny pressed a hand to her shoulder.

"Breathe, kid."

Matilda nodded and thrusted the leaflet his way. All pink.

"That's in two days. Do we bring anything?", his eyes skimmed over the words and then at the end there was a teacher's signature.

"Miss Y/N said to bring what we like!", she beamed at her daddy, but his eyes lingered on the teacher's cursive — delicate yet sharp. "Can we bring those cookies that Auntie Betty always bakes? Pretty please?", puppy eyes looked up at him, batting eyelashes innocently.

Benny smirked briefly, then eventually nodded. "Sure baby. We'll ask Aunt Betty for them cookies."

Matilda squealed in delight. "Yay, I'm so happy.", she danced around Benny — her happy dance. He laughed, shaking his head and folding the leaflet, stuffing it in his front pocket.

"Also daddy, don't freak out.", Matilda suddenly stopped, looking at him with a second expression. He raised an eyebrow in question.

"Matt is going to be there—"

Benny groaned. "Baby, lord have mercy—"

"I said don't freak out, daddy!"

"Thank you so much to all the parents for coming here today on such short notice—", you started talking to the scattered children and parents sitting on the blankets. One pair was missing though.

Your eyes scanned the space, but no, no blonde heads with big, blue eyes and sassy remarks.

"I have also baked a few cakes—", you motioned to the sweets on the makeshift table. "Help yourselves.", and with one last smile, everyone started eating and drinking.

Then there was a noise. One that you had been hearing for the past year on a regular basis.

"I knew we'd be late, daddy!"

A smile found its way on your lips, involuntarily. Your fingers tingled with something unprecedented, but you couldn't let it show. Totally unprofessional.

With the help of Benny, Matilda hopped off the bike. A huff fell from her lips as she looked around.

"We're the last ones, daddy!", she pointed out, one hand on her hip.

Benny looked at her, his eyebrow arched. "You were the one changing your dress three different times, baby. That wasn't me.", Matilda just rolled her eyes at the remark.

"Wait a second— You changed for that kid, didn't you?"

Matilda sped off, without even sparing her father a glance. "Bye daddy! I'll be over there."

Benny called her name a few times, but it was too late, she was already heading to the group of kids playing with a ball. He huffed and muttered something under his breath, automatically taking a cigarette from his pocket. Long strides took him to the blanket area and that was when the uneasiness started settling in.

His blue eyes scanned the area quickly. Moms and dads chatting animatedly with each other — and no, Benny didn't wish that upon himself for his own interest. He worried sometimes. If Matilda took a good look around herself and noticed all picture-perfect families, she would resent him for not being able to give her more than he could've.

"Benny.", an angel-like voice brought him back. He looked up, lowering the cigarette from his lips. A hint of a smile.

"Y/N.", a startling softness in his voice. That was when you realized that you had caught him unprepared. Not just about the picnic day and the muffins and whatnot. It was more than that. A feeling that cut deeper than simply belonging to a group. But you remained quiet.

You smiled at him. "I baked some cakes for everyone. Would you like to try a slice?"

Benny's breath hitched in his throat at the power such simple words held. He nodded without adding a word. You led the way to the table, waiting behind the line of parents and children, standing beside the blonde biker.

The silence wasn't overwhelming or uncomfortable, it was just right. Like something lingered between them, an understanding that none of the people present had. Just them.

Benny looked up for a moment, immediately catching Matilda playing with a boy he hadn't seen before.

"Who's that kid?", he asked, not tearing his eyes away. You followed his gaze and kept the chuckle to yourself, though a smirk settled on your lips.

"Matt.", you said and his eyes immediately met yours.

"That's the kid in the play with her, right?", he needed to make sure and you nodded, keeping from him the fact that you had paired them up together.

"He's very kind and funny.", you nodded, your tone a little playful. You grabbed two paper plates and handed one to Benny. "She's told him all about the PB&J sandwiches."

The biker's cheeks flushed. "'s just PB&J.", he muttered with nonchalance.

You smiled dimmed, but it was soft. "It's everything when it's made with love."

You both let the silence settle between you as you grabbed different cakes from the trays. There was chocolate, vanilla and a mom brought a variety of cookies.

"I, uhm, wanted to thank you for the cassette. Matilda and I watched it together and— Thank you.", your fingers tightened around the paper plate. You looked up and was almost taken aback by the emotion behind his eyes.

"It was a pleasure."

Your words were sent straight to his heart and right as he was about to say something else, a man interrupted them.

"Hey Y/N, strawberry juice as always right?", Sam was a little breathless, but his gaze was fixated solely on you. It didn't take Benny a long time to do two plus two, for he was the only male teacher in the school.

The way that guy knew what you liked and the remark "as always, right?", hurt him in unexplained ways.

You turned to glance his way, your lips parting in surprise. "Uh, yes. Uhm, Sam this is Benny Cross, Matilda's dad.", your eyes darted between the two guys, but neither of them budged. You cleared your throat.

"Can I get you anything to drink, Benny?", your focus shifted on the blonde, but his remained on the male teacher. Equally tall, somewhat muscular, brunette, though had ugly glasses perched on his nose. But he was a teacher, immediately someone more respected than a biker.

"I'm good, thanks. I'll go see what Tilly is up to.", Benny didn't glance your way as he abruptly switched route. You were left stunned with the cake in your hold.

"That's the guy I killed myself over?"

Your head snapped in his direction, your eyebrow raised. "Excuse me?"

"The cassette was for him, wasn't it?"

You released a sigh. "Yes, he couldn't make it to his daughter's play.", your eyes followed Benny as he found a quiet place to eat cake with Matilda. Your heart broke a little. Why was he so bothered all of a sudden? Every time one thing went in the right direction, another thing had to fall apart.

Sam shook his head. "I don't know what's going on in your head, but— He's a biker, Y/N. You know what they're up to."

"How can you be so sure?", a crease appeared between your brows. "It's not nice to assume things about people."

He let out an incredulous laugh. "Just look at him. His existence alone is trouble."

Your jaw set as you peered at him. "That's incredibly rude.", your head shook. "I didn't expect that from you.", and you walked off, finding your own quiet corner. Sam called for you, but you blocked his voice away. 

Unwanted tears found your eyes, for reasons you couldn't explain. Maybe because an innocent man who truly trying the best he could was being judged by his appearance and peers. Or maybe for your own complicated mess in your head.

"Miss Y/N?", you looked up, swallowing the knot in your throat. Matilda Cross looked at you with curious eyes. 

"Are you sad?", she asked innocently.

You let out a little laugh, shaking your head. "No, honey. I'm not sad. Wanna sit here with me?", you patted the spot next to you. She nodded and plopped herself down.

"My Aunt Betty makes the best cookies. Here, try.", she distracted you so well as she handed you a chocolate chip cookie. You chuckled as an easy grin found her lips, waiting for your reaction.

"Mhm. That's yummy.", you nodded impressed.

Birds chirped around you as the warm sun kissed your skin.

"Can I tell you a secret?", you glanced her way, nodding with curiosity. "My daddy doesn't like Matt."

You shook your head, grinning. "Yeah, I think so too.", you thought of his skeptical face from earlier.

"But it's not fair, Miss Y/N.", Matilda pouted. "If he can like you, how come I can't like Matt? He goes to school with me. You and my daddy don't work together."

You almost choked on the cookie.

"Honey...", you trailed off, your cheeks red as crimson. "You can't say things like that... You can't lie, honey. You know what we say."

But Matilda shook her head. "I ain't lying, Miss Y/N.", she shrugged.

"He looks at you the same way I look at Matt."

A/N: I absolutely swooned writing this one! let me know what you thought about this part and what you´d like to see next 🌸 I know I was in the midst of writing for a different series, but I just couldn't resist! 🐝

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MASTERLIST benny masterlist part 4

benny cross series

[thesunisatangerine]

against all odds (to wait for you is all i can do) – part eight

alexia putellas x photojournalist!reader

warnings: none

(a/n in the tags) [parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve]

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words in italics: whatever language you like

“Make sure you stick close to your uncle the entire time and remember: if you don’t feel well or if, at any point, you want to leave, just tell Uncle Robert and he’ll get you out of there, okay?”

Elisa nodded as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

“Alright. Put on your headphones and follow your uncle.”

“Follow.” Elisa pronounced the word slowly, before she continued in English, “you said it wrong, Mom. You say it like this.” 

Then she repeated the word again.

You smiled, nodded before you repeated the word for her. “Got it. Thanks, ladybug. Now go, I’ll catch you guys later.”

Tucking a loose hair behind her ear, you hugged Elisa one last time and placed a kiss on the top of her head before you let her go. She bounded to where Robert was standing, gave you one last enthusiastic wave, then you watched as they began to walk off to the direction of their seats. 

Now that you were alone, faced with the corridor that lead down to the pitch, you took a deep breath, exhaled, and then with leaden legs you began to walk.

To say that you were nervous was an understatement; you were absolutely terrified. Not only because this was you first coverage after… after the last one, but also due to the fact that this would be the first time you were going to see Alexia in person since the night you left.

Alexia wouldn’t recognise you–no, she wouldn’t even know you were here–you saw to it. You asked Derek to register you under Jersey’s name because the client was none other than Alexia’s agent, a request that earned you a dirty look from Derek but he indulged you anyway. And as a precaution, you made sure to wear a face mask–an accessory that was met by a knowing, raised brow from Robert and a worried, ‘Are you sick, Mom?’ from Elisa–not to mention that your hair now was different compared to then. 

No. Alexia wouldn’t recognise you; you were, after all, only a face among the many that adored her.

You kept walking, shielding your eyes from the brilliant stadium lights as you stepped foot on the grass.

Fifteen months. What good did that time do you? Just the mere thought of Alexia’s eyes suffused you with such burning ardour that neither a kiss nor touch from another could come close to her–there simply was no competition. You couldn’t even let another touch you the way she did because the act of kissing another’s lips was enough to incite guilt in you. 

But why? How could Alexia still have this much hold over you after all this time? Was it because this was the first time you felt something deeper for someone, something that transcended the physical aspect of a relationship? Or was it the fact that the moment you let yourself be vulnerable, almost offered yourself completely, everything came crashing down? And now, you found yourself hung up on someone who had clearly moved on.

But, a small part of you reasoned, if Alexia had truly moved on, why still try to commission you? Why would she want you around? Maybe she… No. You shook your head firmly. That wasn’t possible.

Pain throbbed in your foot as it collided with the sponsor board that lined the spot you picked, earning you a few concerned glances from the nearby photographers who were already there. You cursed internally, dropping your bag to the ground, as you offered the others a sheepish smile and an apology. The pain brought you back to reality though, a reminder that you needed to get your mind out of the gutter and that you had a job to do. 

You had weeks to prepare yourself for this. Everything would be okay. How hard could this be, really?

An hour passed and the stadium was filled to the brim with Spanish red and Brazilian yellow to witness the first match of each team for this tournament. Each nation’s supporters clapped and roared when the players began to run out to the pitch. And all the mental preparation you’d done for this left you completely. 

The moment she stepped out of that tunnel and the stadium lights shone down on her, it felt like you only learnt how to breathe again. There Alexia stood: the slope of her shoulder familiar, the strength carved in the curves of her back looked stronger, and the lines of her arms just as inviting as they were the first time you met. 

And those eyes, even if there were meters between you the weight in them–that low, burning fire–was all too apparent from where you stood.

Despite yourself, you found yourself smiling beneath your mask. She looked healthy; happy.

As the starting whistle breached through the chants of the crowd and resounded through the arena, you found yourself content–content at being an spectator of Alexia’s life, to watch her shine from afar, that was enough. 

Parc des Princes. Sweden vs. Spain: The Clash of the Titans.

Not even two hours before kickoff and a significant crowd had already gathered by the entrance points of the stadium donning their respective supporter colours. It was no surprise to see such numbers very early on this fine Saturday evening because ever since the results from the dramatic Semi-Finals that saw Sweden and Spain through to the Finals, it was the talk of the town:  the World’s Number One against the World Champions; both formidable in their own rights made them titans indeed. 

And the question of who would emerge victorious would be answered tonight.

You saw firsthand how Spain brazenly blazed through this competition, knocking out their tougher competitions in the form of Germany and Japan in the Quarters and the Semis respectively in a similar fashion. They were a force to be reckoned with driven by their purpose and it made you more than proud to see how far they’d come.

Though it had been difficult you managed to remain undetected throughout the length of this tournament, something that you were truly grateful for. And after tonight, you could as easily slip out of Alexia’s world just as you had seamlessly gone in for the last time. The last thing you wanted to do was to jeopardise Spain’s chance at winning no matter how little an impact your presence would cause if you were discovered by Alexia. 

But the thing was, you couldn’t lie and say you felt nothing as you watched Alexia from afar because you did: all the regret and desire… the longing; they were all there with you. More than once you found yourself wanting to run into her arms, to tell her you missed her, to let her know she saved you, to tell her… But you knew in your heart that that couldn’t be, so you allowed yourself this brief luxury, this silent, intimate appraisal of what and who she’d grown into even if she herself didn’t know it–you captured it all and to you that was more than enough.

As for Elisa she was nothing but ecstatic, a bundle of energy through and through. If you were being honest, you had doubted your decision to bring her with you because you didn’t know how being surrounded with tens of thousands of people would affect her even though she’d told you multiple times she could manage it. But to your relief, Elisa had immersed herself in the sport, blanketed herself in its atmosphere and in fact, she seemed to thrive in it. On the way home after each of Spain’s match you went to, Elisa would recount in vivid clarity all the instances she deemed to be highlights of the match–of course most of them were about Alexia which wasn’t a surprise considering how much she meant to her. 

Elisa was enjoying herself and that, truly, brought you immense joy and comfort. She never asked you for it but you knew how Elisa badly wished to meet her inspiration, her and Robert had tried at the end of each match to stick around to meet her but so far, they had no luck.

No, Elisa never asked for you to do anything about it but that didn’t mean you couldn't try. You couldn’t quite think of how to go about it just yet but seeing as how the match before your eyes was the last, you knew your time to decide was beginning to run out. 

The thing about football was that it was unpredictable, one minute it could be going your way, the next it could be the opponent’s; nothing was set in stone and anything could happen.

It was nearing the forty-minute mark, the scoreline was still down at all nil, when Aitana sent the ball lobbing from the middle, just at the edge of the penalty box, into one of Sweden’s goalposts for Alexia who’d already made her surge forwards. In response, Zećira Mušović dove for the nearest post, just about managing to grab the ball as it landed a few paces in front of Alexia’s feet but the ball went out of play as it slipped from her grip. Alexia was going too fast though and your heart jumped in your chest with worry as Alexia leaped over Mušović’s prone form, barely avoiding a collision with the Swedish goalkeeper, before she ended up slamming against the sponsor board and–

Suddenly, the air was knocked from your lungs as your back slammed to the ground and the back of your head throbbed with a dull ache that made you groan. And then you felt the warm weight pressed against you, dangerously familiar and way too close for comfort but it was gone before you could open your eyes. When you did you found honey-coloured eyes that you knew all too well as Alexia regarded you with concern.

“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” Alexia asked, her ragged breathing made her accent all the more pronounced, and she took both of your hands in hers to help you to your feet. You tried hard not to think about the warmth of her palms on your skin–in fact, you hardly had any thoughts at all–and your throat was so parched you could only nod at her question. 

Only once you got back on your feet did you notice Alexia had gone stock still. The sudden change in her demeanour worried you at first, especially when she hadn’t let go of your hands yet, and then confusion settled in. That was when you realised her attention was zeroed in on the string around your right wrist… at the bracelet she made you, the one you couldn’t bear yourself to part with.

Your eyes widened and you snatched your hands back, shielding your wrist from view with your other hand but you knew it was already too late. Alexia now looked at you, the concern in her gaze now shone together with… something else, eyes red as unshed tears clung to her lashes. 

“You…” Alexia’s voice low–restrained–as her throat bobbed and her chin quivered. 

The sound of the whistle barely registered in your mind and Alexia looked like she hadn’t heard it too, her eyes remained glued to you as if she’d seen a ghost. Then Aitana was by her side, hand around her arm as Aitana attempted to tug her back into the game but she just wouldn’t budge. Aitana regarded you briefly, the clear confusion in her eyes difficult to miss, before she tried to coax her captain away again.

“Alexia. Go.” You said as you gently pushed Alexia away with a hand on her stomach. She flinched from your touch–and her reaction really shouldn’t hurt this much but it did anyway–so you quickly retracted your hand away. Only after that did Alexia finally let herself be pulled away by Aitana but not without staring at you as she went.

This was bad. Out of all the times that this could happen, why now?

You picked up your camera, the fact that it was intact offered you little comfort, and the urge to run away pervaded you. You so desperately wanted to pack everything and leave, allow Elisa to enjoy the match and maybe just sit this one out in the crowd with her. Alexia didn’t need to know. 

The thought was tempting.

But with clenched fists, you stayed. 

A moment later, the Swedish supporters roared when Spain conceded a goal during extra time which left them now down to one goal. Spain still had enough time to try and equalise, and their chance was given in the form of a penalty.

Alexia stepped up but Mušović denied her a goal and your heart ached from the way Alexia shook her head, dejected as she looked up at the sky. 

The halftime whistle blew and you watched as the players walked towards the tunnel entrance but, your eyes widened when you saw her, Alexia was making her way towards you, stride long and with purpose. Her face was neutral but the way her lips was pressed in a thin line revealed that she was anything but calm.

Oh, fuck. 

You didn’t even have time to compose yourself–or do anything, really–because before you knew it, Alexia had leaped over the sponsor board, gripped the monopod with your camera and ripped it away from your hand. A protest left your lips but it was quickly cut off when you felt her other arm around your waist, pulling you to her with a strength that left you breathless. And when you felt her front pressed firmly against your own and her warmth immediately seeped into your bones, everything melted away–the flutter of camera shutters, the roar of the crowd–your world became Alexia entirely. 

Everything just fell rightly into place. It felt like coming home.

Alexia didn’t say anything, just craned her neck so she could rest her head against your shoulder. At first you were frozen, your arms still and left hanging by your side, but as you felt the way Alexia’s ribs expand and the way her heartbeat jumped through her jersey, you came back to yourself and finally, you slid your arms around her, your hands immediately finding purchase in the small of her back. 

You gripped her jersey as you sank into her embrace, pressing your cheek against her collarbone, and god, what did you do right in this lifetime–or the last–to have her back in your arms like this? You breathed her in and you nearly sobbed at the intimate familiarity of her scent.

“Alexia, I–” You began but you shook your head. So instead, you choked out, “Alexia, you shouldn’t be here.”

Silence was the only answer and Alexia seemed to cling all the more tightly to you after the words left your mouth. And you could feel it, the despondency in the slope of her back as if they already had lost the match. Guilt ate away at you. You did this, didn’t you?

“Listen to me, Ale. Your team is waiting for you. They need their Captain, Alexia. They need you.”

At those words, Alexia only buried herself further into you as if she wanted herself to disappear completely. Then she spoke in a voice so small you could barely recognise it was her talking.

“I messed up. I… I can’t be what they need me to be right now. I feel weak.”

You recognised this, the familiar shadow of doubt that tinged Alexia’s thoughts and marred her confidence. Although rare to rear its head, its venom was lethal when it did, attacking her weakest parts, right where it hurt the most. 

Cradling the nape of her neck with a gentle hand, you let her fall all the more closer to you and you whispered softly, but firm in the way you enunciate the words, to get your message through to her. 

“‘The match is not won until the last second is lost.’ Alexia, isn’t that what you told me? You can't just give up now. You can't lose faith in your teammates right now." Alexia’s breath hitched at your words, her arm around your waist tightened. You continued, “your strength is their strength, and theirs are yours. I used to tell you, remember? You're so strong but it's not all yours to carry, Alexia. You're only human but that doesn't make you weak. Have faith in them... have faith in you."

You turned your head just so so you could rest your temple against the line of her jaw before you said, “now go, Alexia. Your team needs you.”

Alexia leaned in to your touch and sighed. She nodded and finally she loosened her grip but before she fully extricated herself from you, she said in a raw voice but not with malice, “I’m still mad at you.”

You couldn’t help it, the small laugh that bubbled out of your throat as you rested your forehead against her shoulder. 

“Fair enough. You can be mad at me all you want later but right now, you have a match to win.”

She pulled away and you finally saw her eyes. Albeit red and raw around the edges, the hazel in them shone with a familiar brilliance, a hungry fire undiminished by the tears in her eyes. You longed to dry her tears but Alexia did it herself, swiping the back of her hand over her eyes. She handed you back your camera, hand lingering on your right wrist as she brushed the pad of her thumb over the string there, gave you one last look and a nod, before she jumped over the sponsor board and sprinted to the tunnel entrance, the crowd roaring as she went past them. 

At her departure, the rest of the world came back to focus: the stadium, the screaming fans, the blare of the halftime music… the cameras pointed at you, from the broadcasting channels to the phones of the fans on the stands; you were the subject of all their eyes, all their lenses. Even when you glanced at your fellow photographers, most of them had their cameras pointed at you, some looked at you with passing curiosity while some stared at you as if you’d grown an extra pair of head.

Your ears and cheeks warmed at the attention, gut coiling uncomfortably as you adjusted your face mask, something that you were all the more grateful for especially after that little public display from Alexia. You kept your head down as you walked the length of the sideline towards Sweden’s goal for the next half, and you tried your hardest to ignore the weight of the stares by pretending to tend to your equipment. 

Then you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You fished it out and found a message from Robert.

‘That was… pretty public. Are you feeling alright?’

You looked up, tried to pick out Elisa and Robert from the crowd but when you couldn’t, you typed out your reply.

‘I’m fine, thank you. How are the both of you?’

‘Well, Elisa’s just about as ecstatic as any child who found out that their mom knows their favourite football player. She’s been asking questions non-stop, I don’t even know how to answer them all. Please help.’

Despite your situation, you chuckled at the image of Elisa pestering her uncle. 

‘Tell her she can save her questions for me later. Don’t say anything else.’

‘Okay, thank you. And hang in there.’

The loud cheers from the crowd drew your attention away from your phone and upon looking up, found that the players had begun entering the pitch. Automatically, your viewfinder was to your eye, framing the players as they went and taking a shot. 

Alexia was last to step foot on the field and you didn’t miss the way she looked over the last spot she saw you and when she couldn’t find you there, her head swivelled around as she jogged to her position in the opposite half. She found you eventually and even with fifty meters between you, the intensity of her stare reached you. It made you shiver–hopeful in spite of yourself–but when the whistle cut through the air once more, you readied your camera, breath held for what was yet to come.

The game went on and you were so focused on trying to do your job that you couldn’t keep up with the details but the fact was this: no matter how hard Spain pressed forward, Sweden’s defensive effort increased twofold, and whenever Spain played deep to keep Sweden in check, Sweden prodded forward, constantly chipping away at Spain’s defensive line with each effort. 

After Sweden’s attempt at Spain’s goal came an opportunity. One minute Cata had the ball in hand, the next the ball was by Alexia’s feet who took one touch before she passed it between two defenders to Salma who was waiting past the halfway line, who then dribbled the ball into Sweden’s penalty area, then she cut it back and crossed it to Aitana who angled her run just enough to tap the ball in.

One-one.

The crowd roared to life and Spain’s fire was reinvigorated. They had eleven minutes left of normal play to score another goal and win. Both teams clashed, gave their all throughout the remaining time, then through to additional and extra time.

Now the moment of truth: a penalty shootout at Sweden’s goal.

Your palms began to sweat, nervous for Alexia. When was she taking her penalty?

Spain went first. They got it in. Sweden as well. One-one.

Then it was two–two.

Spain got their third. Sweden took their shot but Cata deflected it.

Mušović stepped up this time and blocked Spain’s fourth. Cata, again, anticipated right and denied Sweden their own.

You drew in a staggered breath as Alexia began to walk. Once she got to the ball, she flicked it up with her foot and caught it easily with her hands. Click. Through the lens, you watched as Alexia turned the ball over then placed it right by the penalty spot. Click. Then she began fixing her socks, adjusting her shoes, brushed her left ankle with her thumb–click– and she leant back up, resting her hands by her waist as she waited for the whistle. You zoomed in on her face: she was stoic, calm as she eyed the goal, beads of sweat lined her forehead and the bridge of her nose–click.

The whistle blew.

Alexia took five steps back, one step to her right. She took two short strides forward and on the third, her left foot connected with the ball. The net moved with an audible swish from the power behind her kick, depositing the ball in the bottom right corner of the goal and the crowd roared–or was it you who was screaming?–as the rest of Spain’s team ran to their captain to hug her.

Spain won.

Photo after photo, you captured Spain as they celebrated, their cheers and victorious cries. And when each member of Spain’s team walked the stage to receive their golden medals, the feeling that surged through you was something else entirely. 

The celebration went on but as the crowd thinned and the live broadcast ended, anxiety filled you once again. You tried to keep track of where Alexia was but she’d been surrounded by so many people that you lost her in the celebration. Not knowing what to do with yourself, you packed up your things but kept your camera out as you hung about at the edge of the pitch near the stands.

And then you heard it.

“Mom!”

You turned to the sound and found Elisa who was leaning against the safety rail of the stands just off to the side of the tunnel entrance, an enthusiastic arm waving in the air as she grinned at you. Beside her was Robert who, too, was leaning on the railing with his elbows who gave you a small wave as you jogged over to them, pushing your face mask down on the way.

“Elisa, ladybug, careful you might fall!” You reprimanded but a smile made its way on your lips all the same and either way, your words fell on deaf ears as Elisa excitedly bounded up and down.

“Mom! Did you see that?! That was so intense! And did you see how Alexia just went,” Elisa imitated Alexia’s strike and an affectionate laugh bubbled out your throat at her display, “and it was the best!”

Then Elisa stilled, eyes widening as she looked past you. “Oh my god, Mom, it’s–”

“‘Mom?’”

It was Alexia but her voice was almost unrecognisable because of how flat it sounded. You whipped your head back and surely, the expression Alexia wore accentuated the barely hidden animosity but it wasn’t directed at you nor Elisa. Rather, you found her glaring up at Robert and at his hand resting on the railing where the gold band on his finger was visible–glinting.

You looked at Alexia, whose demeanour was souring by the second, then at Robert who looked paler than you’d ever seen him before, then to Alexia again.

Oh, no. 

[ladybugtrait]

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[pixels-miracle-box]

Rena Rouge and Carapace for the catverse AU. [Alya] | [Nino]

Rena looks way closer to a fox- so much so I actually gave her a longer snout- until I remembered they still need to look like cat hybrids- so a shorter "cat"-like nose was edited.

No accessories.

Depicted in a quad stance but she's mainly on a biped/hind legs stance like Ladybug.

She's a lot taller than her peers.

Carapace on the other hand has some accessories (he has a hood, goggles, and if it counts... his shield).

Like Rena and Ladybug, primarly on biped stance (depicted in quad stance for reference sake)

Earless in this form. He NEVER takes off his hood because of it.

Short tail and clawed paws.

Regular size

Bonus doodle

[fayflutter]

Don’t be fooled by the pink

She is not playing dolls

She is stalking the halls

For the thrill of the kill

Every person in school

is aware of her stare

When she tosses her hair

they go perfectly still

All their eyes say, "Don't attack me"

Watch them sweat and pant and shake

Every food chain has its acme

Marinette Dupain Cheng eats steak

~Apex Predator, Mean Girls

(Did I create an entire AU just on one song from the Mean Girls musical?….yes, yes I did.)

APEX PREDATOR AU From a young age, Marinette knew she was smart, kind but also smart. She knew how to get other kids to like her such as with free pastries from her parents’ bakery or handmade accessories that looked better than any cheap store bought trinket on the playground. She was smart but she also had a kind heart, everyone told her so.

Until Chloe.

Chloe pushed her into the mud, pulled at her pigtails, and crushed the macarons her parents spent all night into making them just for the class. Chloe made Marinette feel helpless, humiliated, and weak. Worst of all? No one did a damn thing to help her. The teachers were too scared of Chloe’s father to do anything about the bullying or punish the blonde.

The torment continued for what felt like an eternity…until Marinette had enough. Fine, if no one would help her, she’d do it herself. The little pigtailed girl knew how to be smart, knew how to be clever, she just had to throw away her kindness to beat Chloe.

Several well placed threats with a lie or two in the girl’s bathroom and Chloe shut her mouth.

But then another nasty thought entered Marinette’s mind, what if they could play pretend? Marinette continues to play the victim, gaining sympathy from their classmates and Chloe continues to play the bully, just as she’d done before but with limits Marinette placed on her.

Years have passed, they’re 14, and now Chloe plays the part of the prideful bully well. Only a few people know who really rules the school. You need a project done? You go to Marinette. You need a dress for an upcoming school dance? You go to Marinette. Everyone goes to Marinette for everything all for a price, of course.

Marinette had it all, the perfect life, the perfect kingdom, the perfect future boyfriend (Adrien didn’t know that, but she was already planning out their future together), even the status as Paris’ beloved heroine Ladybug was in her hands.

Until an new student from Italy showed up.

(Aka Marinette swaps personalities with Lila, but she’s still Ladybug and is revered as Paris’ hero…until Lila shows up and brings her whole empire crumbling down).

[sillygoofylittleartist]

The main things I didn’t like with the original design was the weird placement of the yo-yo, the many different spot sizes, and the color palette.

Scarabella redesign.

The bright red was not good against alyas skin tone so I made the red a more cool more muted red.

I gave the suit more segmented parts to be more insect like and I removed the weird little shorts.

Her hair gave me the most problems since I could not figure out what I wanted to do with it. I didn’t want the scarf because the spots so close to the spots of the mask was too busy and they were also different sizes from the spots on the mask and the spots on the suit. I tried making it black but didn’t like it so I just got rid of it and gave her two low buns.

Something I felt was missing from scarabella design was blue. Ladybug had blue eyes and blue hair that is in a shape resembling wings. I wanted to give scarabella some wing details so I have her some wings on her feet and some hair accessories that look like a ladybug in flight.

[tomorrowsgardennc]

today, let's talk about

✨️ aphids ✨️

specifically, when you have a basic greenhouse enclosure (aka not a commercial-built high tunnel with all the accessories).

aphids will be a problem. guaranteed. this is due to lack of airflow (like, legit airflow from wind or a very robust intake/exhaust system). i have a fan or few for my greenhouse tunnel contraption, but it's more for to help prevent stagnant air and keep the temperature uniform. i'm not at aphid-prevention level of airflow yet. and that's ok, because over the past few years i have learned the signs and what to do about them and today i am sharing with you.

✨️ step 1: finding ✨️

there is one tell tale sign that indicate you are in the presence of aphids. just like other pests, the sign you'll see is poop. for aphids, this looks almost like white and clear glitter on leaves. on the soil, it will look more like white glitter. the leaves will also be very sticky. sticky, glitter poop.

✨️ step 2: locating ✨️

ok, we found the pest poop. now to find the pests.

aphids nom on two parts of the plant: the newest growth, and under the leaves. as you see here, the very tip of this pepper plant has some babies. now when we get to the next stage, keep in mind that since the aphids are here, you already lost the game. there's no hope in this new growth unless you do the following and final step.

✨️ step 3: elimination ✨️

no no, put that neem oil down. neem oil kills any and all bugs. it does not detect which is good and which is bad. no no, dish soap and water legit does nothing except wash the poop away; ignore what pinterest and the influencers say about that combo. ok, army of ladybugs bought at the local hardware store is good, but we gotta do one more thing before we unleash them. and that's 𝓼𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰.

legit, the only way to remove an aphid infestation, regardless of what stage of infestation ("beginning", "haha, i'm in danger", or "HELP I'M DROWING IN GLITTER POOP") the most effective way to have any hope of saving the plants is to squish the aphids. this will not happen all in one day, nor two days, or three. day three is when you unleash the ladybug army, though, and i'll explain why in a second.

day one you'll be in shook and overwhelemed, and squish to your hearts content. but you will not get every single one nor any eggs. day two will show progress. day three is now manageable, and all the subsequent days afterwards will be to ensure you got every. single. last. one. including the eggs that hatch.

✨️ final step: release the hoard ✨️

sadly i can't find my video of releasing ladybug hoards in the greenhouse in years past... so i'll just scatter ladybugs 🐞 as i type this 🐞 part out to help with the ambiance.

ladybugs and other happy 🐞 bugs love to eat aphids. why not 🐞 have them do all the work?

well, think of your favorite cake. like legit the most perfect cake you could ever imagine. mine is yellow cake with chocolate mousse frosting and sliced fresh bananas. mmmm...

now imagine 20 of those, 🐞 and they're capable of reproduction. don't ask how, but they do. at a rate of 10 cakes every 🐞 other day.

🐞 how long will it take for you to be able to eat all those cakes before they can stop reproducing??

also, keep in mind when you purchase a pack of live ladybugs, only about 2/3rds actually are alive in the packet 🐞 by the time they make it to freedom and the remaining will either die very shortly from the last bit of energy to be free and fly away or just fly away and enjoy being elsewhere because they're an 🐞 introvert who was just stuck in a bag for a month or so 🐞🐞🐞🐞 and fuck everyone and everything they just want to leave regardless of the buffet at their feet.

that will leave you with approximately 10 ladybugs. and now that 🐞 you have done all that squishing, they will keep the aphids in check and make sure they don't pop up ever again. now your plants will attempt to regrow and leaves or new growth they lost and be happy.

✨️ the end 🐞✨️

[flightfoot]

I have scattered thoughts about Nino, Alya, and the intersection of racism/misogyny.For example, Alya may receive more criticism not only for racism but also for misogyny. We support women's mistakes! Except not and especially not if it's a black woman.

(And I can't help but notice how many of those criticisms are aimed at Alya not fitting the Good Black Friend™ trope )

But now, with what you said about how Nino's criticism in that episode isn't that harsh, I'm VERY curious about the amount of Adrino vs alyanette fics taking into account the main focus.By that I mean that both couples, if they appear in the same fic, are treated equally and not that it is one of the cases of "we went back to lesbian women because I want to see two men kissing." (This is a VERY common problem in several fandoms where the misogyny that many m/m fics usually imply and the erasure and reduction of F/f couples have been pointed out)

Oh yeah, most of the heavy criticism and outright demonization of Alya comes down to her supposedly being a "bad friend" to Marinette... because she dares to "ask why Marinette doesn't like someone" and "asks for evidence that the person is really as bad as her friend thinks" instead of immediately believing that her friend is 100% correct in her assessment on nothing but her word and committing herself to doing whatever her friend wants in order to take down the other person.

There's this expectation that "being a good friend" when it comes to Alya means that she has to give up all notion of personal judgement or perspective. Heck, looking at the uproar over Rocketear when Alya told Nino that she's still helping Ladybug, or even earlier with Optigami when she decided to get the Turtle Miraculous for Nino because she thought it might be useful, she gets hefty criticism anytime she does anything without Marinette's express approval, no matter what her personal issues or perspective.

Actually the babysitting issue is probably the most clear-cut illustration of this. Alya volunteers to babysit Manon multiple times so that her friend can spend time with her crush, with Marinette even tricking Alya into babysitting Manon for her once so she could do an interview? Barely a peep of criticism against Marinette. Marinette babysits Chris ONE TIME so Alya and Nino can go on a date? Alya pressuring Marinette to babysit for her without pay and behind her parents' back becomes a common recurring trope.

(Note: I'm aware that Marinette's slated to babysit two more times for Alya during the series, in Timetagger and Simple Man. But in the first instance she cancels because she's busy, and in the second one she dumps the kids on her grandpa so she can help with Adrien's photoshoot, so I'm not counting them).

If Marinette needs someone to cover for her babysitting duty, then Alya's merely doing the duty of a good friend by taking on the responsibility for her. While if Marinette ever covers for Alya, she's being taken advantage of by a toxic friend.

Considering that the main criticisms of the "Black Best Friend" trope boil down to how it makes the black character an accessory to the white (well, in this case Marinette's only half-white) character, whose main purpose is to serve and support the other character, without having any internal world of their own? Yeah, I'd say that Alya's major demonization almost always comes down to her violating that role, even slightly.

Oh yeah, Adrino vs. Alyanette fics. Weirdly enough, there appear to be more fics tagged with Alyanette than Adrino (note: I'm gonna keep on all my usual filters for this search, I ain't seeing saltfics if I can help it). I've got 360 Adrino fics, but 560 Alyanette fics.

Now, in my personal experience, very few fics have equal focus for both pairings when they're together. They normally favor one or the other, with one being the main focus, and the other being more of a "pair the spares" situation. I'm also gonna skip the ones where it's one happy poly pile.

So here's the tag I ended up with, when I factored in all my usual exclusions and also included Adrino and Alyanette and excluded Alya/Nino/Marinette/Adrien and Lovesquare.

Of these 33 fics, 11 appear to be Adrino-centric, 6 appear to be Alyanette centric, and the rest I dunno. So I'd say Adrino gets a little more attention, especially since its fics tend to be a lot longer than the Alyanette ones.

Honestly though, I will TAKE Alyanette being "pair the spares" for Adrino a lot of the time, it's a heck of a lot better to make Alyanette and Adrino Ship Mates than to inflict Die For Our Ship on one of the pairs.

[princess-of-the-corner]

https://www.tumblr.com/marionettedupaincheng/771133266360172544/i-feel-like-they-amped-up-chloes-awfulness-as-the?source=share

Yeah no 100% you can see the progression when they gave up on her.

Because Season 1-3!Chloé had that genuine depth and like. Competence. She cared about Adrien and Sabrina. She looked up to Ladybug for a reason and was devestated by the rejection. She was smart and competent both when it came to plans to be a bully and when she later became a Hero!

Then in Season 4 they made her so stupid she can't get anything done without someone else's help. Even basic bullying needs someone else holding her hand through it. And she treats Sabrina like absolute trash and doesn't care when the girl turns against her, while treating Adrien like an accessory, and gives no fucks about anyone disliking her.