#Also yes I am positive that their dream arrival speech in my head was based off of Sailor Jupiter's “しびれるくらい後悔させるよ��”

[disasterbijupiter]

Okay, so about a week ago I had a dream that after Domon & Allenby's magical girl post-transformation pose in Episode 34, they shout this in unison:

In my dream (and also when I woke up) I thought this was SO funny. I even dreamt I had to explain to my mom why this was funny.

... But then also...

I dreamt it in Japanese. And upon waking up, I realized my dream-Japanese didn't actually really make sense. (死にくらい参上！)

... So, um, I realized what I dreamt they said actually translates more like:

(Needless to say, I lost it.)

(And this became about the umpteenth time that I scared my cats doubling over laughing from a G Gundam dream as soon as I sat up in bed.)

[pan1c1ng]

leaving on a jet plane | alex brightman x fem!reader

prompt: ❝ i think i’m in love with you....and i don’t know what to do. ❞

summary: when you get the amazing opportunity to appear on a television series in the uk, leaving your life in new york becomes a massive challenge. but the encouragement of your best friend helps the change. what happens when he suddenly confesses feelings for you at the airport?

warning(s): fluff, angst, cursing

gif credit: @broadwayfaceshq

author’s note: first off, thank you to the amazing human who had requested. it means a lot that you want to see more writing from me. i took a lot of inspiration from the infamous ‘running through the airport to say goodbye/i love you’ trope. cliche i know but it’s cute dammit. basically look at that scene in love actually and pam’s goodbye to michael in the office. also, i’m so sorry it’s so long. i’m gonna get murked by how long this is so haha woopsies. ( i also wrote this before robb mclure left. rip my angel you were an amazing adam )

     alex brightman had been your sort of guiding light for the past decade. the two of you had met at a 54 below show you were doing alongside drew gaspirini. the two of you had done a song called ❛ overboard ❜ that drew had written. and you seemed to click immediately. alex was supportive of every role you had landed and vice versa. you were inseparable. alex made sure that the two of you were sitting next to each other at every tony’s that you had attended. over the years, feelings had arisen on both of your behalfs, but nothing was ever done about it. maybe you were too scared to say anything. no, not maybe...you were definitely too scared to say anything. 

     in the present-day, both of your careers had taken a turn for the better. alex had been nominated for his second tony award for ❛ beetlejuice ❜. he did end up losing which you believed was totally rigged but both of you had brushed it off. you had just been cast as the newest jenna in waitress before it’s untimely closing. life couldn't be any better. or so you had thought. the opportunity to appear on an upcoming television series based in london had been given to you. it was a step for sure, a massive one at that. but it was your dream. and the fact that it was in one of your favorite cities in the world; nothing could be better than that. so you said yes.

     to alex, the news hit hard. harder than he thought it would hit him. the fact of the matter was, he would be losing his best friend for a full year. and he didn’t want that. alex didn't want to show his negative emotions towards you. all he could do was put on a brave face and say that he was proud of you; say that he was always going to be there for you; say that he loved-

     ❝ alex? ❞ a knock came from the outside of alex’s dressing room. ❝ we’re calling places now. ❞ the voice of the production stage manager called to him in a softer voice. everyone in the production understood how hurt their lead actor felt. but being gentle around him wasn’t helping, in a sense it made him feel worse. they all knew that deep down, alex loved you with his whole heart. but he was still so blind to it. or so everyone thought. he took one last look at himself in the vanity mirror. his complexion white and green due to the makeup. ❛ come on man. ❜ he turns off the lights and starts walking towards the stage for the show. 

     upon arrival to the wings, the sound of the audience chattering away immediately captures alex’s ears. people running around backstage to find certain cast members and props that weren’t set beforehand. the noise and the commotion is clouding alex’s mind so much, that he doesn’t notice a familiar site walking towards him. but the sudden grip on his arm stops his thoughts and brings him out of it. 

     the exact second his eyes meet yours is like something out of a woody allen rom-com. ❝ hey, what are you doing here? ❞ he pulls you in for an immediate hug. your face shows excitement to see him, but there’s a shadow of sorrow and worry. ❝ i came to see you before i left... ❞ your words choke near the end. his hands rest on the sides of your arms and the smile that once plastered his face is slowly starting to fade away into confusion. ❝ but, i thought you weren't leaving for another month. ❞ the lights flicker in the audience. ❝ i know, i know... the studio called and they needed me sooner. i leave for london in three hours. ❞ alex lets go of your arms and his expression slightly changes from confusion to grief. the stage managers take their place behind the podiums. your hand grips alex’s as it gently slips from your arm. ❝ alex listen to me. please don’t let this cloud your mind. you have to promise me that you’re gonna go out there and make this your best performance yet. don’t let me ruin any of this for you. okay? ❞ you were on the verge of tears at this point. he lost eye contact with you at some point during this speech. he could feel tears start to fill his eyes. the first booming notes of the show roll through the theater. he looks up at you again, a single tear slipping down his cheek. you smile through the heart-wrenching pain and dab the liquid away. ❝ you’ll ruin your makeup if you keep this up. ❞ alex laughs at the comment and sniffles. you immediately wrap your arms around him and hug him tightly. alex’s head gets nuzzled into your neck as he closes his eyes and continues the gesture.

     the stage manager calls for alex to take his position. it’s so fast and so sudden that you can’t think of what you’re doing. as he pulls away from you, you plant a kiss on the corner of his lips. it’s gentle and soft just like you. and underneath the heavy makeup, you see him blush slightly. alex locks eyes with you for one more second before turning towards his place for ❛ the whole being dead thing ❜. you cross your arms against your chest and turn to head towards the door. you can feel alex’s eyes on you one last time before you walk out into the cold night.

     laguardia airport was the busiest you had ever seen it. it wasn’t a holiday or anything special. but it was just busy. as you sat at the gate, gazing out the window on to the runways of the airport, alex brightman clouded your mind. your mind was racing over the thought of that kiss. if it even counted as one. rain had started to fall down on the tri-state area the minute you had walked out of the stage door. perfectly fitting the situation you had just found yourself in with alex. from this moment on, everything seemed to go into slow motion.

      alex brightman had just given his best performance yet as the infamous ghost with the most. but it came with a cost. his mind wasn’t in the right mindset the entire night. sure, he still could act and sing and dance and kiss robb mclure twice; but his mind was fogged over with the thought of you. so much so that he had finally realized something. something that he’s known for so long. the minute he’s in his dressing room, alex grabs his phone. 

     a notification from your phone interrupts the sound of george salazar in your ear. a tweet from alex brightman. ❝ not stage dooring tonight. personal emergency. apologies ❞ 

     alex did his best to leave the theater before anyone could notice he left. leaving the majority of the makeup on his face and hands. on the street, he yelled for a taxi but found no luck getting one in all of the rain and the chaos. he yelled and yelled and yelled before the loud sound of a whistle came from beside him. a taxi immediately pulled to the side. a girl wearing a black and white striped dress and a raincoat stood next to him. her hair was black and as short as lydia’s. she smiles; looking up at the man who she had seen as an idol for so long. he smiles back at her and hops in the yellow cab before yelling at her over the rain. ❝ come back tomorrow and i’ll sign that playbill. ❞

     ❝ attention passengers. flight 238 to heathrow airport has been delayed for another forty-five minutes. we apologize for the inconvenience.❞

     ❝ hi, i need a ticket please. ❞ ❝ and where will you be flying today sir? ❞ ❝ london. cheapest flight possible. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry sir, all london flights have been booked, and the last flight leaves in twenty minutes. ❞ alex sighs. ❝ listen, there’s a girl somewhere in this airport that could quite possibly be the person i wanna spend the rest of my life with. and she’s about to leave me for a whole year. i can’t have that happen without telling her how i really feel. i just need something- anything to get to the gate in time before she leaves. please. ❞

     ❝ flight 238 to heathrow airport is now boarding. repeat, flight 238 to heathrow is now boarding. ❞ you stood from your spot and adjusted the green romper and large overcoat that covered your body. before you could even move towards the gate, the buzzing of your phone startled you in your pocket. ❝ alex? ❞ ❝ don’t say anything. it’s taking me longer than i thought, so i gotta do this now. ❞ you looked around the area confused. ❝ i think i’m in love with you.... and i don’t know what to do. ❞  you freeze in your tracks. ❝ alex... i- ❞ ❝ no-no, i just need you to listen to me. when you came to the theater tonight and told me you were leaving, it sounds weird but everything; at that moment; had started to make sense. for the past decade, i have lied to myself over and over about how i truly feel about you. saying that you and i were just friends. and now that i’m looking back at it all, i am kicking myself for not realizing all of this sooner. you have been the reason why i do what i do. i go out onto that stage every matinee and every night thinking about you. and it’s all because i love the shit out of you. ❞ you could hear the cracking in his voice over the phone. alongside the shortness of breath.

     ❝ where are you right now? ❞ you let out the smallest laugh that’s only filled with joy and shock. and before you could say anything else, someone taps on your shoulder. you turn around to greet a drippy hair, beetlejuice face, alex brightman. his phone still pressed to his ear. ❝ i’m right here. ❞ 

     alex brings one arm around your waist and brings you towards him, his lips instantley locking with yours. it’s a moment in which your mind is reeling with different emotions. first off, his lips are incredibly soft. and it’s something you’ve always imagined. you pull away from him for a slight second to examine his face. his makeup is smudging around his mouth which makes you laugh. ❝ you’ll ruin your makeup if you keep this up. ❞ alex smiles at you. ❝ fuck the makeup ❞

[roseprincesskristina]

Zero's Delicious Revenge

((Hey guys and gals. Just wanna revamp a few sentences to make really clear and steamy for ya. Once again for those who are young, you don't need to read this fiction. It's for adults only. So without any further ado, please enjoy the story! 😊))

Downwards into the dark yet unknown torture room, somewhere hidden or secret underneath the Hunter Base, that no one, not even the pacifist hunter would even try to find out about it. For it is unlike any other styles that anyone saw into a horror movie or shows watched on TV. Someone crazed for domination to arrive towards humanity to become rid of from earth before the true beginning of a new world for only the strongest reploids to stand by his side until there's nothing left. A former commander of the Maverick Hunters whose morality have morphed from sane to mad due to the unavoidable Wily Virus, have been chained against or to the walls built with auto control restraints just to cease him from planning to flee. He is known as Sigma, supreme king of the Mavericks. He would slowly open his eyes to regain his consciousness. The last thing that he had remembered is from the previous battle with Zero, now becoming stronger than he was in the past and won. Secondly, thinking about trying to become victorious until the continuation of his usual schemes by erasing the existence of all organic individuals once and for all. Before delivering the drastic finale, the fire colored hunter would then pull out a powerful trick from his sleeve, by transforming into the unstoppable Absolute Zero. Ending the epic duel at once with a quick swift of his Calamitous Arts, damaging his arch foe without hesitation thus far. Humiliation has clothed him for his arrogance against the Class A sword wielder, the sins poured upon his greatness as punishment for the destruction of mankind while his enemy calls for backup to arrest him. 

"This is not over yet, hunter... In return, I will regain my dream of creating a new world for only the strongest reploids to become free of the disdainful humans..." Pledged the defeated boss, growling of vengeance. Before escorting him to the containment jail, the scarlet crusaders proceeded toward him with hands planted on the hips and smirked at him mockingly.

"Honestly, I hardly felt bad for you, Sigma. For your so called dreams for a grand world, always end up being turned into ruin by us Maverick Hunters. And yet, you still don't learn. But don't worry, I'm sure you'll earn yourself a private underground cell for not so long time until you're a good boy." He chuckled. "And by the way, I'll be your harden warden from now on." Then he patted the bald villain's head until snapping his fingers as a signal for the other hunters to take him away to HQ.

And now, here he is. Trapped within the doorless shack of a prison facility, covered into the wounds of his nemesis's claws and arms completely destroyed or hacked off permanently.

"Argh.... C...Curse him.... I had almost dismantled him if I didn't gain the chance to strike him down before his transformation...." Staggered the irregular boss, coughing up a few drops of blood while trying to speak clearly. "W...Where am I? And....what happened to my arms?!"

His answers to a few mysterious questions was right above him the entire time, from the last fight as he was hanging upside down like a bat into the cave. But this time, he's the repli-fied version.

"He he he he he he...... Oh poor useless commander... You still haven't learn, have you? Always posing yourself as the large hotshot whose too perfect to clean his pride... Or maybe to wash his own ass..." Said the unknown reploid. Chuckling darkly at his failure.

"You... Show yourself this instant and face me!" Screamed the big boss of the Maverick society, looking into a slow condition to view who is was.

A surprise has rained down upon him when the blacked themed android hovers by land, revealing himself to him as, you guest it, Zero. He grinned with a menacing plot in store for the scarred villain in chains, with no arsenal or hands to protect him from his deadly claws.

"Peek-a-boo...."

"So it is you, Zero..."

"Hello, Sigma... How do you like your new home? It suits your doomed misery quite well, obviously. But enough of that. Because I'm your worst nightmare now and this time, my revenge for turning me against my boyfriend by your pathetic control is strongly personal.... "

"Hmph... Ignorant hunter.... Do you really think your feeble threats would even phase me, the unbeatable Sigma? You're completely out of your elements..." He scoffed. "No one would ever hope to defeat m-!"

Then, he was interrupted by the clawed hand grasping violently just to shut him up. But the goth themed vampire was still calm with expression, not even amazed by his gloating whatsoever.

"Sigma Sigma Sigma... Seriously, are you even listening to yourself? That sad attempted speech of yours is always humiliating to me. Plus, it really annoys the hell out of me completely more than Axl's immaturity. No matter what you always do in order to change the world for your disgusting amusement, it will always fail by my hands, including X's. Using me as your so called "prized creation" just to force my decisions into beating my beloved boyfriend, but not this time. Nor ever. From now on, I'm in control of my own self today, and let's just say, that you're positively shit out of luck here. Without your precious minions to cover your helpless ass or anything that you hold dear within your pockets, it's all gone. Every. Single. One. And guess what, big boy? You're gonna be much more fun to play with when nobody's even around to interrupt our alone time... And additionally, my bitch..."

Proceeding his face and body towards him into a close action while placing the claws onto his chest, grinning once more but showing his devious white diamond fangs. Ready to pierce some flesh and synthetics. Before doing to what Sigma would've thought of his opponent would do, he whispers into his ear port with a flirtatious manner.

"But you know what, I think you're actually kinda hot when you're vaguely miserable and weak in that naughty condition~ In fact, it makes me very, VERY horny to just suck your wounded lips right now~ And mostly, I find you aggressively attractive~" He said with a quiet yet sultry tone, placing his hands onto the big bad wolf's cheeks. Staring into his eyes before the beginning of this "tortuous interrogation". "How about a little fun, or maybe perhaps, a kiss~?"

"W...What?!" He said in a surprised state, weakly blushing. Hardly anything in his mind to reply, but alas, he was silenced by the biting kiss in the mouth.

"Hissssssssssssss~ Hush your shitty tongue, "commander"~ And let me drain your glorious bravery from your broken chatterbox...sexually~" Hissed the terrifying blood sucker silently, attempting to zip his trap by pressing his mouth into the former commanding officer's.

And finally during the horrifying talk towards him, the blond demon would desperately began to make out with his enemy all over as well as the jacked neck. Hands stroking from behind the back so smoothly, running his tongue across the face and travels into his mouth by a deep kiss. So hungrily that the core inside of him is pleading for more, but his revenge needs it instead.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" He once again shouted, trying to break away the unbreakable mouth lock.

"Mmmm~ Oh yes~ I want to hear your crying squeals, big boy~ It really increases my thirsty needs~" Moaned Zero, craving for more of such delectable hollers. How it does represent the music to his hearing ports. Much more beautiful to enjoy.

In difficult situations like the ones during a kidnapping scene, where a victim was abducted by a criminal for a proper beating of sexual abuse in order to get what they want. Right now, it's almost similar to what the winged Wily bot is doing to the irregular king, but with a tortuous seduction with no conclusion until vengeance has been earned immediately. He is strongly mad for such a massive neck like Sigma's during his love making madness. Scratching his bald head into a circulatory motion, slurping in his mouth all forcibly as the starving loin waiting for his prey to appear for dinner. Such depraved agony for the doomed ex commander, now trapped within the palms of his vampiric warden.

He finally started to shiver in cowardice increasingly due to the visions he had. Now, that nightmare has came true to scare away his soul, if he had one. Attempting to retrieve his bravery by shrugging his head to get away, but a futile trickery such as that will grant him the maximum dose of terrorized punishment.

"It's effortless to think about fighting back in your weak condition, big man~ In fact, there isn't gonna BE any hope for you now~ He he he he~" Chuckled the menacing android. Continuously slobbering more pain and destruction upon the crushed master of evil. Instead, with a passionate position during his permanent mouth to mouth kiss.

"Mmmmph....!  Mmmmmmmph!"

"Mmm~ Mmmmmm~ God, your bruised lips are so hot, papa~ It's just the way I like it for the first time~ The desirable pain from you has gotten me REALLY satisfied~" For he's quite right, this torturing phenomenon was incredibly intriguing to him. "Give it to me, ya big bitch~"

"You are...foolishly insane, Zero...." Coughed the battered evil doer, whose spirit will be crushed soon until the nightmare was over.

"That's right~ I'm correctly bat shit for your helplessness showering all over me, running all over my crotch just to please me~ But now, I want more from you~" Licking his pale lips of a starving attitude, he approached himself to the large baddie for a second of his weaken but scrumptious kiss.

"Pucker up, daddy~" Whispered the hard killing droid, yearning for some kinky tongue to tongue action. Inserting his into the enemy for a slow search of his cowardice to eat. Deeper than ever before.

Sigma, also known as the ultimate leader of all things irregular who rules with a powerful yet gruesome fist than iron, has now become the frantic victim of unlimited chaos which is standing in front of him. No hope, dreams, weapons or arms. All that he have ever possessed was already taken from him by force. Along with his rank, popularity, fearlessness and spirit, now belonging to the evil dark themed hunter to steal. It was all over for him as he began to talon his whole body, instead of ripping it off. Having his entire armor to freeze with more restraint. Greatly scared for his life, Zero forcibly pins him to the wall for some delectable playtime at last. Or otherwise, his dinner.

"Well, Sigma~ I'd really hate to stop our get together activity so soon, however, there's nothing more better than to snack onto something....fierce~ Ah~ And finally it was there in front of me the whole time~"

"No.... P...Please.... I beg of you.... Anything but this...." He shattered with fear.

"Shhh~ Don't worry, big bear~ I'm fully aware that it won't hurt....much~" Purred the onyx incubus, with red eyes glowing unlike the dangerous monster in the closet.

The grand finale has made its appearance, for the long patience has been concluded at last. He tilted his head closely to the neck of a muscular maverick who is permanently victimized and surrounded by the ghosts of Nightmare Viruses floating above him, taunting his failures for not destroying the elite forces or to achieve his desires for a paradise world for reploids only. All will go against him for eternity when it comes to weaknesses. For he had no other choice but to give in of being a slave.

"Do as you wish.... For I lack the reason to live without the purpose... You have won... Maverick Hunter Zero..." He finally admitted towards him. Losing his chances to establish a new world to rid the humans from hoping to ever exist alongside reploids.

"Now that's more like it~... But unfortunately, it's too late for apologies this time~"

Then, finally, he have inserted his fangs deeply into his opponent's neck, sexually feasting in peace until Sigma began to scream loudly just to satisfy his extreme vengeance forever.

"ARRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Yeeeeeeeeessss~ Scream for me now, big daddy~" He whispered, impaling the pointed fangs deeper.  Ohh, you're such a naughty maverick, aren't ya~? Looks like I'm gonna have to punish you more~" Aroused Zero.

He kept preying even harder, but moans in complete and utter silence while holding the threatening villain down. Wrapping his arms around the body to claw diagonally into a calm pace to full his enjoyment. Grinding his black armored anatomy onto his with extreme lust, grasping his enormous ass with one of his hands and slaps it into a hot way during his fun time. Secondly, participated into the tongue lock as well before folding his wings around both of them for a darker privacy in mind. WIthout interferences.

"Mmmmmm~ Oh Sigma~ Sweet Sigma~ How I love your terrifying squeals of the night~ For it bounds before my superiority as the new and true badass of Abel City to welcome my powerfulness~ Feed me more of your fear~ For my hunger for revenge has reached its end~ But my meal will never become the conclusion~" He spoke, licking his ear port all the way. Once again, hissing very loudly to return to the neck for an endless supper.

"No.... It couldn't be....No! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

"He he he.... Keep howling, Sigma boy~ But nobody's gonna hear it from you~ And now, it's dinner time~" Running his extended tongue once more and across his decimated body before going back on his dinner. Caressing over his steel crotch by interest has shown a lustful smirk upon his pale face for just a little scavenger hunt.

"Damn, Sigma~ That's a nice looking bolt you got down here~" Impressed the shadowed blonde, soothing the maverick lord's glory box.

"U...Ugh...." Groaned the threatening villain whose throat have been crippled, felt of his rival's bladed claws tighten of the grasp by the crotch.

"Mmm~ You know, it would be very bad of me just to ruin a sexy piece of massiveness, but it makes a perfect chance for me to punish it~" And so, with that of a remarkable thought in mind of interrogation, he grips the golden treasure of his arch enemy due to the extreme hardness, provoking the scarred eyed devastator to groan of a scream for a clear taste. Including a few slappings, motioning, etc to force him to cry.

"Oh yes~ I wanna hear more of your agonizing squeals, big baby~ it makes my body feel so hot~" Intrigued the black clad vampire. "Even your low hardness really inspires my interests when I "abuse" it~"

And so, he does that when dominating the large superior's hard bolt so sensually. Caressing, groping along with a little thirsty cheek licking to rise up the mood of this dungeon as well as his interests. 

"Man, you must've been exercising that brave box quite a lot, Sigma~" He meowed, while running his tongue all over the face. "But, I bet it can hardly survive against my bloody palms~"

"Grr...." He snarled, like an impatient toddler. 

"Oh there's no need to get all pouty, my commanding slave~ While I'm the king of this jungle, all I can do now is torment your fragile yet gorgeous body with mine~ All the time~" Leaning his body against the enemy's for an even fascinating fun, secondly with his hand remained attached towards the harden maverick jewel by grip. Purring rapidly into his ear port and advancing his tongue all over him including the neck, legs, lips and ears. Grinding endlessly, anatomy to anatomy into a sensually condition. Every single time or day and night. 

"U...Unh..." Moaned the irregular predator, who either enjoys the torment or despise it. 

"Mmmm~ Come on, big bitch~ You know you love it when I ground you for being a naughty maverick~" He hissed seductively, taking the other hand to spank his massive ass. "Unh~ Mmm~ Now who's your master~? 

"H...Hmph..." He refused. But without his bravery or fearlessness to save him from the clad hunter. "You are...."

"Good boy~ Now let me kiss you and everything you have, so violently~" He purred again, pulling his face towards for an aggressive lip to lip in order to please his hunger. Deeply with force all over with no stopping whatsoever, along with the grabbing of the ass and polishing his body by smooth grinding. 

"Unh.... U... Unh...."

"Oh yes~ Yes~ Give it to me, big boy~ Unh~ Unh~ God, you're even more sexier in your disintegrated state~" He moaned without ever needing to rest. 

Then, the enormous overlord have descended his heartbroken tears from his peers, wanting the ex maverick to wipe them all out by his tongue and silencing his sobbing with a relaxing mouth lock once more. Returning to yet another of his private torture by sensually neck kissing all the way before it's done.

"Mmm~ Your bold neck is so delectable and yet, very sexy as hell, big daddy~" He said to the leader of the mavericks with an invigorating tone, making love to it. "Somehow, I'm amused of its crippled feature right now, but I still think of it as honestly hot~"

And that, it's absolutely true. For the horrid neck does look very tasty at its best for the shadow armored hunter's sexual liking. For his attempt to abuse it for a slight minute would even cause him to blush of naughtiness. Or perhaps something else. But no matter to him anyway for his continuation of the victim's neck will be the most scrumptious meal of all.

"C...Curse you once more, Zero.... Curse your impudent foolishness for destroying my schemes...." Growled the half broken mad maverick weakly.

"Aww, tryna burf out your little insults at me~? Now that's not very nice at all~ But since you've been an honest prick of a maverick, I'll decide to let you off with a warning~" Spoke the reploid demon. Slurping his tongue all across the ear port and the bulk chest before going back to his playful supper.

"I'm gonna enjoy violating you in your dreams so badly, bitch~" He said, continuously crippling the ex superior by punishing his body after everything he took away that was dear to him, sucking on his nose and mouth very hard.

"Y...You barbaric maniac..." He spilled. All cramped and battered from an endless torture. 

"Mmm~ I love it when your low level insults kept pouring all over me~ It feels so hot~" The blond was intrigued, caressing his body while imagining himself being showered by his bald nemesis's crappy ridicules. Rocking his tongue around like crazy. Resuming his private business by slobbering once more all over the irregular king by fangs, pleasuring his iron crotch into a loop while breathing a sultry hiss towards his face. 

"Hisssssssssssss~"

"U...Ugh... Argh...."

Unfortunately, his endless playtime with Sigma had almost arrive to a close, but not until it's over as the blonde blade wielder could punish him again by granting a poisonous smooch by the mouth, in order to drain his strategies and movements along. Without any hope not freedom to slice off the unbreakable chains of trapped seduction. He have felt the deadly serum venturing inside his mind or traveling everywhere, losing his consciousness that quickly.

"That's for ruining everyone and both mine as well as my friend's lives by your damn stench of human obliteration.... " Hissed Zero, extending his clawed hand into a reach to grab his prisoner's chin before "cursing" him with one last kiss.

He chuckled as his final words before meeting his critical demise by death.

"Sleep tight forever, my former commander~" He grinned menacingly, pushing his pale yet frost lips with a deep force into the irregular king's. Laying his hands upon his boned face for an icy love/torture making of a lifetime before the gruesome decapitation to shut his existence for good.

"And good riddance~" Before ending the crumbled maverick villain's existence, he offered the frosty smooch once more into the lips for the last time. Never to look or think about his devious comeback no longer.

"Mmmm~ Ahhh~" Gifting him this frosted "curse" should be able to permanently force the arrogant ex leader of HQ to slumber for all eternity until the final decapitation. By a quick swipe of his claws to end the life of Sigma, severing his head from the body. "And lastly, thanks for the perfect meal~" The deed has been finished. No mavericks, no problems. He then taste his blood by licking his hand. Finger by finger. 

"Mmmm~ Delicious~"

And thus, his revenge has purposely created a new ending. Perhaps a peaceful version, to be exact. However, the full course was no longer done just yet until every drip of blood was driven dry from his body. Thankfully, his very schemes have been declined for good this time. And tranquility had once again return to embrace all beings as well as reploids and humanity. All thanks to the heroic Maverick Hunters.

Few days later when nighttime arises, peace has regain its true colors once more due to the rigorous defeat of the insanely mastermind of the mavericks, plus, to allow all civilians and reploids to live as equals forever. At least for now. Hovering above the building in front of the blissfully snow themed moon,  The dark vampiric droid would be able to live free from the horrid shackles of bad memories grappling him down, or to become a mindless puppet to use for trying to kill the blue B Class. But it's all over. Within his hand, grasps the head of his frighten victim after his "interrogation" from earlier. However, it was quite intriguing. Before descending towards a new mission, he lifted it up and closely to make love by kissing it one last time.

"Thanks again for the wonderful evening we have together, big boy~ Quite a shame that you won't be around to view my victories after all~" He purred, pressing his lips softly and hard deeply into Sigma's. Sadly, that was his first and last tongue kiss he had with the bat themed individual, even though that he is decapitated from his body. Deserting the broken head by hurling it faraway into the ocean of force. 

"And good bye, you sexy bitch~" He blew a kiss after tossing his enemy's damaged head for good, never to be seen again until he heads for a new reconnaissance. 

In conclusion, the war was completely done with as we speak. Not only justice was decently served at last, but his vengeance as well. To him, revenge is the most scrumptious dish ever made cold.

The End

[msjr0119]

Cordonian Wags

Part 7 - Mystery person

In a world full of Professional footballers and their demanding wives- can their football team nicknamed the ‘Cordonian Apples’ succeed? An American female physiotherapist joins the club. Will this cause issues with the footballers wives?

*This series is based on The Royal Romance characters who belong to Pixelberry - AU Plot switch*

Catch up on the previous chapter

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******

“So this is your place. It’s not what you’re used to.” The persons eyes scrutinised the tiny apartment- shocked that Riley would choose such a small scaled place to live in for the next nine months.

“Having a mansion isn’t all what it’s cracked up to be. It can make you miserable and lonely.”

“So what’s going off?”

“The first night I was here, I kissed one of the footballers. The next two nights I stupidly slept with him. His girlfriend did all this damage- I deserved it.” Riley showed the person, her ribs. Shaking her head she knew she was about to be lectured on the matter.

“It takes two to tango Ri. Don’t just blame yourself. I’m starving, shall we order some pizza?”

*****

Leo had contacted Maxwell and after constantly begging, he finally got Riley’s address out of him. Maxwell felt a sting to his heart that she would leave without informing him. Did she not trust him?

Arriving at the block, Leo had hoped that his suspicions were correct. A light is on- I knew it. About to knock on the door, a young spotty teenager arrived just gawking at Leo.

“Can I help you?”

“Oh my god. You’re.. you’re Leo Rhys. You’re my favourite player for the apples. Can I have your autograph?” The teenager said, his mouth was still agape. It was fate that he would stumble across his favourite sports person. He wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not.

“Kid you can have my autograph, if you allow me to deliver this pizza for you. Could I steal your hat too?”

“Erm... I don’t think my manager would approve of that.” Biting his lip, he would do anything to brag to his friends that he had met Leo Rhys but he also needed this job.

Rolling his eyes back, Leo whipped out his wallet.

“Will an autograph, a selfie and €100 make you reconsider?” This was the second time Leo had to beg someone this day.

“Yes sir.”

******

Leo put on the tight cap- not quite believing that he was degrading himself to do this. Holding the heavy bag full of piping hot food he had wondered exactly what Riley had ordered. Surely she couldn’t eat all of that to herself.

“Leo!” Riley moved closer to him and closed the door behind her.

“Care to explain?”

“Would you believe me if I said that the flight got cancelled?”

“And I’m the Virgin Mary! What’s going on? Who have you got in there? Walker?”

“I haven’t spoken to him. To be honest I don’t think I should speak to him.”

“Well then who?”

“Leo, you really don’t want to go in there.” Riley attempted to pull him away from the door, but he was too strong and eager to figure out what secret she was hiding.

“Watch me Riley! We took you to the airport behind Olivia’s back. You owe me that.”

“Leo, please!”

Leo forced his way through the door, shit Riley thought. Leo froze, he didn’t know what to expect when he stormed through the door into the quaint apartment. Sighing, Riley knew she had to do the introductions.

“This is my older sister, Lindsey. She came to visit. I didn’t want anyone to disturb us so that’s why I made it look like I was leaving. I’m so sorry Leo, I just needed her here with me after everything that has happened.”

Leo was just staring at Lindsey, she was just as attractive as Riley. Gulping he went to introduce himself to her.

“Well seen as though I’ve ended up paying over the odds for your take out, I’m inviting myself to stay.”

“What about Madeleine?”

“Fuck her. I’ll have better company here.” Winking at Lindsey.

******

Savannah was awoken, hearing screaming from the spare room. Drake!

Jumping out of bed, she immediately rushed to Drake. Opening the door, her eyes widened at him having a nightmare.

“Drake! Wake up. It’s me, Savannah.”

“Sorry Sav.”

“You were having a nightmare. Are you okay?”

“I have them every so often. I haven’t had one for a while. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologising. What was it about?”

Drake stumbled out of the taxi outside his log cabin- it was his first night out after becoming injured. He had been on bed rest, Kiara being the doting girlfriend attended to his every need. Finally relieved to have had the all clear and to play football again- his team mates arranged a night out to celebrate that their midfielder attacker was back in action.

Falling over as he reached the front door- he heard it swing open with a force and more louder than usual. Kiara was stood there arms folded, shaking her head.

“You’re a disgrace! And you look scruffy! You need a haircut Drake.”

“I thought you liked the long hair and beard?”

“I said that to make you feel better about yourself. Get to bed Drake. I hope you haven’t spent a lot!”

“I will spend what I want. I earn the money Ki.”

“Well. Don’t ever go out with them again. You don’t need them to have fun. You have me and only me.”

“I have my family too- Savannah and Bartie.”

“No you don’t. I am your family Drake. She doesn’t care about you. She disappeared for god knows how long.”

“She does care about me, she had no choice.”

“As I said I’m all you need.”

Drake tried to walk to his bed, instead he crawled. He lacked the energy- the room was spinning, as if he was riding a waltzer.

“Drake! Walk will you? You’re useless.”

kicking him in the head attempting to get him to move, Drake was shook up with this unexpected move. If it didn’t have such force, as if she was taking a penalty- he could have believed that this was an accident. Kiara then dragged him up by his shirt into a sitting position leaning him against the wall. Experiencing extreme dizziness- he wasn’t sure if it was due to the alcohol or Kiara’s kick. Every step closer she made towards him, he cowered whilst she just laughed in his face. Seeing flashing lights in front of him - he felt like his brain was bumping against the back of his skull. He didn’t know who this person was- this wasn’t the Kiara he fell in love with.

“Kiara! I’m sorry. Please. I won’t ever go out with the team again. Please don’t hurt me again.”

Flinching as she came near him, he protected his face with his hands. She kissed him on his forehead- leaving him surrounded in a puddle of blood as if nothing had happened.

The morning after, Drake felt the pain due to his facial injuries. Every muscle in his body had seized up- every movement he made was jerky. He was laid in bed wearing the clothes he was wearing the previous night. Noticing a rip in his shirt, he needed to force himself to a mirror to see what other damage there could be. The top of his head was slightly bruised from where she kicked him with an almighty force, and his face contained spots of dried up blood. Drake began crying, possibly more than when dad passed away. The sadness in his eyes, slowed his speech down.

“I hope you learnt your lesson Drake. I love you. It’s just you and me, remember.”

“That was the first time she became someone I didn’t know. I keep having flashbacks from different situations. I’m sorry.” Savannah had tears in her eyes, thinking about how Kiara could potentially abuse him in so many different ways in such a short time.

“How about you and I watch a rom com, pig out on Ben and Jerry’s? Who needs sleep anyway?”

“Rom com? Where everyone’s love life is perfect. No, thank you.”

“Tv series then? I’ll let you choose.”

Savannah cuddled up next to Drake after raiding her fridge freezer for junk food. They stayed awake laughing at the tv, Drake was grateful for his baby sister helping him feel loved again.

****

The morning after Riley was knackered, Leo did infact invite himself to stay- Riley assumed it was just for food. Instead he stayed and got laid, Riley would never be able to look at him or her sister straight again. Both Riley and Leo was included in a group text.

“Do not respond! Please. I don’t want anymore shit occurring before the match tomorrow. Please Leo.”

“Well I tell you what, why don’t we do something today- just the three of us?”

“I don’t mean to sound rude, but I need sleep. You two kept me up all night.” She shuddered.

“Sorry Ri.”

“You do know he’s married right?”

“You do know you fucked someone who’s practically married too?”

“Yes. Biggest mistake of my life. Get out of here you two, I need sleep!” Riley dramatically faked yawned pushing them both out of the door.

*****

Riley caught up on her sleep, too many notifications were on her phone. Sighing, she didn’t want to read them. Leo and Lindsey had invited her to a restaurant in the capitol for a late lunch. Why not?

Quickly getting dressed she decided to stay t total for the big match tomorrow. Driving into the capitol she parked up. She wasn’t sure where the location of the restaurant was- thank god for google maps.

****

Leo and Lindsey held hands as they walked towards the restaurant. He didn’t care if the press was following him and snapped them. Turning her around he cupped her cheeks and kissed her passionately.

Savannah, Maxwell, Hana and Drake had decided to go shopping and for a lunch date. Drake had bought a new phone, along with a new number so Kiara couldn’t contact him. With the help of Savannah, he had seeked some advice of how to get Kiara out of his house. The locksmith was going to change the locks when they knew she was out, and if she returned he was going to gain an injunction. It was the least he could do- he could potentially press charges. Turning the corner, they saw Leo locking his lips with a brunette. The friends all paused- all assuming it was Riley. Savannah, held Drake back. She knew this would break his heart.

“Leo!”

Leo removed himself from Lindsey, and hid her behind him.

“Hey guys. What are you all doing?”

“What are you doing with Riley? I thought she had left?” Leo let out a little laugh.

“Why are you laughing?” Savannah narrowed her eyes. The mystery woman, stood at the side of Leo.

“I’m not Riley. At times, I wish I was. I’m Lindsey. Lindsey Brooks. Riley is my kid sister.”

Savannah felt Drake become less tense. Relieved that the captain hadn’t stolen the one thing that was positive in his life.

“We are going for lunch. Are you all going to tag along?”

They all declined, still in shock at how affectionate Leo was in public with Lindsey. He used to be so careful. Maybe now with Madeleine’s affair exposed he didn’t give a damn what the press said about him as he could use that against her.

*****

Riley eventually found the restaurant, she was useless with directions. Possibly due to having limos transport her in the past, or Xavier driving them in his Lamborghini. The three of them had a quiet meal, Riley narrowed her eyes at Leo with the amount of alcohol he had been drinking- she advised him to slow down.

“Yes ma’am! Last one I promise.”

The trio got in Riley’s car, and she drove them back to her flat. Playing the third wheel again, Riley knew she wasn’t going to get much sleep.

*****

The morning after was the first match the team was playing this season. It was a home match, against their neighbour rivals. The men all got changed into their kits, they all seemed nervous due to it being the first match.

Sitting on the dressing room benches, they all wondered why their captain wasn’t present. Constantine walked in with Bertrand who was acting as care taker manager and head coach. They was still awaiting for the new manager to confirm the position- hoping it wouldn’t be too long.

“Where’s Leo? And has anyone heard from Riley?” Bertrand snapped.

The men all looked at each other not knowing how to answer this question.

“Due to Miss Brooks not being here, I’m glad I brought your old physio back to help her out. By the looks of things Bastien will be your physio for today.” Constantine said whilst smirking at Drake who was holding his head in his hands. Just the mention of her name and her disappearance broke his heart. He was blaming himself.

*****

Riley felt exhausted, waking up she actually wondered how much sleep she had. Every time her eyes shut, her two guests would wake her up. I must invest in some ear muffs.

With the lack of energy, she reached over for her phone, her eyes squinted as she was still half asleep. 11am- shit!

The match kicked off in an hour and half. She thought her mind was playing tricks on her. Rubbing her eyes, removing the remainder of sleep away- she realised it was in fact the correct time. Falling off the sofa, she had to wake Leo up. Running into her room, wearing skimpy shorts and a crop top- she hoped Leo and Lindsey were more covered up than she was.

“Leo! Get up now!”

“Where’s the fire? Nice tattoo by the way.”

“Erm.. it was a drunk decision to have it. Get up! It’s 11am!”

“Shit!”

Leo stumbled out of bed, struggling to get dressed- losing his balance. Riley made them all a strong coffee. The three of them quickly drank the black liquid, and headed straight towards the stadium.

******

Bastien walked into the dressing room. He had retired after last season, but was loyal to Constantine and said he would still be around to help if need be.

The men were just finishing their prep talk. They could hear fans enter the stadium, chanting- all feeling excited for the new season to begin.

The door swung open, nearly taking it off its hinges.

“Leo, Riley. So nice of both to finally greet us with your presence.” The two of them entered the room out of breath, ignoring Constantine’s sarcasm. Riley’s eyes fixated on Drake, who softly smiled at her. Lindsey slowly followed the two into the room.

“Oh it’s so nice to see my two favourite girls here together.” Bastien said as he hugged Riley and Lindsey tightly.

[toothedsmile]

The puppeteer : Chapter three

Masterlist

Chapter three – First day at school

A/N: I have no idea how exactly the schools in Japan are so I’ll just base the school where reader is in of my own school here in Belgium. I apologize to anyone who might find this annoying or confusing but I hope you’ll enjoy nonetheless. Reader will most likely transfer to UA at some point  but I won’t tell when so…

Skippable :  But here is a quick explanation of how schools work here (at least where I went) : Pre-school, this is pretty much like day care, these are usually located around primary schools to make going over to formal education easier. Primary school, this begins at the age of 6 but I began at 5 as I was just born late in the year but in the same year as my classmates. You stay in primary school for six years, so until you are 10-11. Then begins secondary school which I think is like an equivalent to high school but still different. This begins at the age of 10-11 or 12 depending on date of birth, you also stay here for 6 years until you are 17-18 (18 is the legal age here and in case you were curious you’re allowed to drink at 16 but no hard beverages, that’s 18) then you start university or higher education. Also, just like in japan you have one class you stay with for an entire year in primary and secondary school. Midoriya and the others would here in Belgium be in their fourth year of secondary school. (further details can be found in the addition explanation chapter)

A little while had passed since the letter arrived and you were still a little salty about it but you were able to live with it. Your parents had decided to let you go to another school that wasn’t UA as they thought it might’ve brought some bad feelings to you. Sadly as they didn’t want to move or have you travel far distances by yourself to go to school they chose a school that was close by your house but also close to UA, so that you could look upon your dream school with disappointment and regret.

Today was the first day of your new school It normally started at 8:40 AM but because you were in a higher year you could arrive at 9:30 so you had enough time to go so you could wake up at 8 AM so you had enough time to do whatever you needed to do in the morning. The school you went to was very different than the others around as it was based on schools in Europe (I think, idk). You were in class  4HC1, fourth year hero course class 1. While it might not be an actual hero course where it is deemed as the main part of the course it was an additional class you could take along with rescue classes. You arrived at the Multipurpose Hall, which was also used as the mess hall, it was a big room that could keep around 250 students inside. It had tables, chairs and windows that looked out to some trees where you could do recreational things during the pause. In the Hall was a small podium where the principal stood waiting for the time the bell rang to give a speech and have everyone be with their classroom teacher.

It took some time and there were some students who were late when the principal had already begun calling of the classes and the names of who ere in those classes. After 5 minutes she arrived at your class and called your name along with 20 others. You all followed your teacher to the classroom and had to introduce yourself, luckily you could do this from your seat.

Surprisingly your friend for two years ago was also in this class, they had moved to this school two years ago but seemed to remember you seeing as they waved at you with a huge smile and mouthed to you that you should ‘Come to me when we have to go to the other lesson’

Your first hour, which was actually 50 minutes long, existed of introducing yourself and other information that was given about the school and classes you had to go to, you were happy that it happened in this hour because it was supposed to be math. The teacher said that they were your English teacher but they were the person who would look after your class the most, like a homeroom teacher.

When the bell finally rang your friend had stood up quickly and went outside, sighing to yourself you thought ‘Of course, it probably wasn’t even to me they said that.’ You walked out the door and were immediately greeted by an arm that slung itself around your shoulder and a happy yell of “Y/N!!” right into your eardrums.

Shocked you turned your head and saw your friend looking extremely happy with a gigantic smile that could rival the sun.

“Y/N! I’m so happy to see someone I know! I didn’t know you transferred to this school. There’s so much that I have to tell you like OMG, I don’t have many friends as I somehow haven’t managed to bond with anyone like I have with you but that’s fine because now you’re here and I’m so happy that I see you again even though we saw each other during the vacation and other times because you’re the only one out of our friend group who actually kept in contact with me for those years but never mind them because who cares, not me hahahaha.”

You blinked, kept silent and blinked again. There was so much information, you forgot they were like this. After recollecting yourself you smiled back at your friend, who was still smiling mind you, happy that there was a familiar face among the 19 others you don’t know and forgot their names of.

Swinging your arm around their shoulders you finally spoke to them. “F/N!! I’m so glad to see you, I forgot you went to this school to be honest but I’m sooooo happy that you’re here.”

You let each other go as the position wasn’t so handy to maintain while walking nor was it that comfortable unless you were sitting down. They lead you to your classroom and explained everything that had happened to them during their time here that they hadn’t already said to you in messages or small meetings during vacations.

You were very happy to learn that because this was the first day of school everybody was allowed to leave at 3 PM, thus skipping any lessons that might’ve happened after that hour. You both decided to hang out a bit more after school in a small café like place where they served delicious ice cream and other desserts with a variety of drinks, there you explained what had happened to make you not go to UA as your friend knew you really wanted to go there.

They seemed sympathetic but didn’t seem pitiful like your other friends and said that “Things happen, I know you would be a great hero that would save everyone whether it was from a villain or from themselves. Just keep trying so you can go to UA.”

It made you feel a lot better about yourself.

“You know, you could be a vigilante. “They said as they wiggled their eyebrows and smirked at you. “You’d be a hero before anyone else, you could save people and heck! I can be that person in the chair with a headset to tell you where you have to go with screens all around me!”

You Furrowed your brows confused. “W-wha? First of all that seems dangerous but a very nice idea and anyway, I don’t need a person in a chair. But if I do I’ll tell you.”

The both of you exchanged such glances that you weirded some people who saw it happen out but you didn’t pay attention to them as you had started thinking about the idea your friend gave you. While yes it was seen as a bad idea that unlicensed heroes actually do hero work under a disguise and most of those who did were either seen as reckless or straight up as villains no matter the motives of the person in question.

You thought back about a vigilante who previously called himself Stendhal but afterwards turned into the now called villain Hero killer: Stain.

While you thought his motives made a bit of sense you didn’t like the execution. (pun totally intended with 0 shame)

You also thought about your own motives which included both egoistical ones but also selfless ones such as wanting to genuinely help people and bring a smile upon their face but also wanting to make yourself seem better and to prove yourself that you weren’t as useless as you showed during the entrance exam for the hero course in UA.

“Hey Y/N, you still on planet earth or have you gone to introvert land?” you snapped out of your little daze and looked back to your friend who seemed a bit worried about you.

“You were either forcing your two braincells to think or you just straight out rebooted out of nowhere. Anyway, what do think huh? About my idea.”

Pursing you lips you looked a bit to the side not really wanting to admit that you actually thought about their suggestion but caved in after they gave you the you-better-tell-me-or-I’ll-annoy-you-so-hard-like-you-don’t-even-know look. “To be honest I was actually thinking about it and like, it doesn’t even seem like a horrible idea but it also sounds straight up stupid and dangerous but like that’s what a hero has to do right? But I’m going to think about it.”

They smiled at you, happy that you thought about their suggestion seriously. They didn’t mind you dreams and even though it was kind of illegal to do vigilante work they wanted to support you trough and trough in any way they possibly could.

Taking your hands they smiled proudly at you. “You know, whatever you want to do, I’ll support you the best I can possibly can.” They squeezed your hands for good measure before letting go and proposing to ask the check and go home as it was getting rather late.

You both said your goodbyes and walked home, they had to take the train but you didn’t want them to go to the train station alone so you went with them and looked so that they went inside the building safely.

You both waved and you started walking home a bit faster than normal because you didn’t want to be out while it was dark.

After a short walk you got home safely where your mother greeted you and said that they had waited for you with dinner.

An hour after dinner you went to bed, stomach happy, feeling alright and light.

You were ready to continue your goal of becoming a hero to rely on.

 I Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

[oceanpenguin]

Marinette's No Good, Horribly Terrible Day

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Summary: Marinette has a bad day. Adrien's standing at her door with a gift. 

OR:

Bad days are horrible, but there's always something that can make it better. Companion to Girl on the Bus.

Rating: G

Pairing: Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

If preferred: AO3 I FFN

“Shoot!” Marinette flew across the street in horror, running across cars and past other students on her way to school, praying that the crosswalk light would remain white. When it chose to flash into a red hand instead, she sped up, barely stepping onto the other side before the first car drove into street.

Slowing down, she adjust her backpack as it attempted to hold her backpack as it threatened to fall off her back. It wasn’t her fault that her teachers chose to assign her so much homework that her bloated bag covered her back like her own turtle shell and slowed her down until she moved like a snail. It also wasn’t her fault that the police patrol cars decided to go out in full force today, pulling over no less than three cars on the mile-long stretch of highway, slowing down the usual crawl of highway traffic to the place of a sleepy sloth. And to make it worse, her first class was on the other side of school campus, the farthest it could be.  

Which also meant, then, that her tardiness to class wasn’t her fault either. Couldn’t class start at 8:30, not 8? And was it too much to expect decent traffic and a relatively light backpack? She lost weight from lugging around the ten-pound backpack everyday, back and forth from school every single day.

She prayed to the heavens above that the rest of the day would go smoother.

It didn’t. (Marinette swore she was never praying to the higher powers again.)

In her first class, English, there was an unplanned timed write. Forty frantic minutes of analyzing a speech and writing her own essay in illegible penmanship later, she was subjected to a stern talking-to from her teacher, a stick of a woman, about the sheer messiness of her handwriting. It was clearly affecting her grade, but she had to run before the talk could be finished. Lahiffe’s nostrils flared before she allowed Marinette to leave for her next class, calculus, where she had a pop test.

Clearly, the gods had it out for Marinette today. With a sense of relief, Marinette recognized most of the things the test was testing her on; it wasn’t too bad, she supposed, but then again, she wasn’t operating with her right mind. In hindsight, she may have missed a question or five that would plummet the test to a B (and ruin her GPA), but for now, it was acceptable grade. She pushed the notion out of her head before she could break down in tears.

Lugging her backpack to her next class, history, she pulled out a sheaf of highlighted handwritten notes, twenty pages long. This was why she woke up late this morning. Seven hours of note-taking on the weekend wasn’t enough, apparently, because it took her another hour and a half to finish highlighting them, not to mention the frustratingly difficult weekly tests the class gave on each chapter. She’d stayed up late the night before trying to finish the notes, because the teacher was also known for asking about ridiculously obscure facts from each time period.  

“Alright, class, here’s the president’s project!” The teacher brandished a stack of papers, cheerfully threatening the class that he could make it due at the end of the week which was in two days, but instead, was making it due a month later because of his sheer generosity. He demanded a round of applause, which the class half-heartedly gave.

Marinette looked at her classmates, who sported dark circles and bags under their eyes, just like her. She muffled her groan and buried her head into her arms, fighting off the lure of sleep, but she couldn’t go to sleep now. At least, not in this class. With a burst of effort, she pulled herself up and out of dreamland, only to find the teacher staring straight at her.

“Marinette,” he asked frostily, “who was the instrumental Supreme Court judge in the Supreme Court case Brown v. Board of Education ?”

She stared back, mute, before she realized that she’d just taken notes on it in the early hours of the morning. “It was Earl Warren, Mr. Rossi.”

“Justice Earl Warren, to be precise. Take care that you won’t fall asleep in class again.”

“Sorry, sir,” she said, injecting as much sincerity as she could. Rossi nodded and moved on to torment her classmates, shocking people awake with questions and random facts.

It was then she realized that she had developed a headache. The pain throbbed from the base of her neck, reaching outwards to the entire back of her head and down to her shoulders. She reached for her drugstore painkillers, and then remembered that Rossi fervently prohibited eating and drinking, even of water, in his classroom.

She resolved to suffer in silence until class ended.

The rest of the day went smoother than her morning, if only because lunch had made her feel human again. The painkillers didn’t hurt; her headache went away within half an hour of ingestion, and her last two classes were predictable, if boring.

It was with a happy bounce in her step that she went to wait for the bus after school. She checked the bus arrival time on her app - the line 321 would be coming in two minutes! In twenty glorious minutes, she would be at home, relaxing in her bed with 3:25 staring at her from her clock.

Except, when 321 came to the stop, it just drove past. The empty bus passed in front of her and the dozens of classmates standing with her. She stared, floored, as the driver took one glance at the horde of students and pushed down hard on the gas.

Of course. Just when she thought her day was about to look up, it went down again. By the time the next bus came, she managed to develop yet another headache which she couldn’t even take painkillers for (instructions said to take a pill every six hours and it had hadn’t even been three hours since she took the pill. No amount of rolling or rubbing her neck would make it go away.

The next bus came in forty minutes.

Marinette collapsed on her bed, tired and frustrated, when the doorbell rang.

“God, what is it?” she groaned as she pulled herself out of her bed. She didn’t bother changing clothes; her lazy outfit would be good enough for whoever was at the door. It was just the mailman or the Amazon delivery guy, not her crush.

She should’ve known by the way the her day was going that Adrien was the one standing at the door, with a lavishly wrapped box and a card on top. He looked nervous and sweaty, if the sheen on his forehead was anything to go by. He also kept flicking his eyes between her face and her doorway, almost as if he wanted to run, and - wait.

What was he doing here? When did she ever give him her address? Christ almighty, did someone hack into her Facebook account? Did he hack into her Facebook account? Was the person she liked a stalker ?

Oh, and she was wearing the rattiest pair of sweatpants and hoodie that she favored. Great, now she looks like a hoodlum. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind before it could add to her headache.

“Hi,” she said dumbly, at a loss for what to say. “What are you doing here? How’d you get my address, anyways?” Huh. Apparently, she had something to say.

“Hey, Marinette. Um, Alya gave it to me.” His eyes finally focused on her, and a nervous smile appeared on his face.

“Yes, hello.” Hadn’t they gone over this already? She just wanted him to state his business and then leave. She wanted to go lay back down on her bed.

“How are you?” he ventured. Great, Adrien was one of those chatty ones at a house call, wasn’t he?

“I’m good, thanks.” Hopefully, he’d take the short answer for the hint it was, do what he came here to do, and leave.

He didn’t. “Oh. That’s nice to hear.” Adrien shifted his weight from foot to foot. “I was wondering if you’d-if you’d-.” He cleared his throat.

She suppressed a sigh and leaned against the door, tilting her head to relieve the tension from her neck. “Sorry, I have a strain in my neck today,” she apologized when she caught him looking. “Must have slept in the wrong position last night.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he ventured. There was a pause. Then, he opened his mouth, and said in a stream of words, “Iwaswonderingifyou’dliketogoonadatewithme.”

She blinked. “Sorry? Could you repeat that?” Marinette thought she had heard something along the lines of dating him, but that would’ve never been possible in any universe.

Adrien’s face and neck flushed red. “A date. Um, with me. If you were interested, that is.”

“Oh.” Well, that was unexpected. She thought there had to be someone coming out of a bush and yelling, “Ha! Loser!”, but there didn’t seem to be anyone like that around.

“Um….” How was she supposed to formulate her answer? Yes, I’d love to go on a date with you? Please? Pinch me, I’m dreaming?

“Yeah. Yeah, that would be good.” She smiled weakly at Adrien, whose eyes widened in horror.

“Oh, no, Marinette, you don’t need to say yes if you don’t want to. It’s okay, really, it is.” He shoved the box and the card into her hands. “Anyways, I just wanted you to have this, and-” Adrien ran a hand through his hair, sticking it up all over the place, and then frantically patted it back down. Marinette thought it was cute. “You probably wouldn’t want them, what am I thinking, why would you want something I gave you when you don’t even like me? Anyways, I’ll just get going, why are you-mmph!”

Marinette threw her arms around him, burying her face into his shoulder. She had heard the words “go” and the “don’t want” and, well, she didn’t want him to leave. This seemed to be the most effective way of getting him to stay, so she pulled him into her hug. He seemed to be frozen in place. Good.  

“I’m having a bad day,” she said into his shoulder. Wait, that probably wasn’t the best thing to start with. She pulled him closer in case he decided to run away. “I’m just tired right now, and when I’m tired, my smiles look like grimaces, but rest assured that I will never say yes to something I don’t want.” She picked up her head and looked at him in the eye. “So before I lose all of my confidence, I’ll just tell it to you straight. I like you, and I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“Oh. That’s great.” He tentatively wrapped his arms around her, warm weights resting on her back. She sighed, comfortable, and snuggled into his shoulders. Her headache had gone away.

They stayed still for a few seconds before he cleared his throat. “Marinette, as much as I’d love to stay here with you-”

“You’re comfortable,” she interrupted.

“You are, too.” Was he smiling? “It’s just that my dad expects me home at five, and I’d love to spend some time with you that’s not out here on the doorstep where everyone can see us.”

Humiliation burned bright through her mind as she imagined her nosy neighbors poking their noses into her business again.

“You can come in. Remember to take your shoes off at the door.” She tugged him through the doorway and set the presents down on the table near the entryway. “Water? Tea?”

“Just water, thanks.” He stood by awkwardly as Marinette filled two glasses of water, one for him and the other for herself. The cold liquid was like a shock to her system, and it brought all of the events that had occurred in the past few minutes to the forefront of her mind. Had she really just clung onto Adrien like a koala bear and refused to let him go?

Her cheeks heated up as her embarrassment grew, and she ducked her head, unable to speak. “I’m not usually so straightforward,” she said eventually, rolling the glass cup in her hand. “I guess that’s what a lack of sleep does to me.”

A warm hand covered hers, gently prying it away from the glass. “I don’t mind,” he said softly. “I like you any way I can get you.”

“Me too,” she mumbled. Had she really just said that?

“Good to know I’m not the only one feeling this way.”

She winced when the headache grew and pulsed in her head. Apparently, only Adrien could make it go away. She opened her mouth to ask when Adrien broke in, “Could I hug you again?”

Marinette bit her lip, pleased, and nodded. She drew him to the sofa and curled up next to Adrien, sighing in pleasure when one of his hands wrapped around the back of her neck. “You just make the pain go away.”

“Oh, that’s good. Are you feeling better? You mentioned you had a bad day earlier.”

She shook her head, sleepy and content. “No, just tests and traffic lights and buses that won’t stop.”

There was a chuckle above her. “Seems like a lot to me.”

“You’re here. It doesn’t matter anymore.” Her words seemed fuzzy, even to her. There was a light brush of pressure against her hair, and she drifted off to sleep.

Marinette woke up a few hours later, refreshed and alert. Her headache was gone. She would’ve thought the entire thing was a dream if it wasn’t for the note in front of her, written in Adrien’s distinctive handwriting.

You fell asleep, and since I didn’t want to wake you up to tell you I had to get home before five, I guess a note would do. I really do hope you feel better soon! -Adrien.

She grinned at the note when a ping from her phone alerted her to a new message. Attached were photos of her sleeping that Adrien took, all of them featuring her sleep mussed hair and closed eyes. Just thought you should have these, read the caption accompanying the pictures. You’re adorable when you’re asleep.

Thanks, she sent back. I’m feeling a lot better now.

Well, she reflected, although her day was bad, things were looking up. And if the gods that be decided to bring her Adrien, well, it looked like that plea hadn’t gone to waste after all.

A/N:  Bad days are horrible, but there's always something that can make it better. I like ice cream and sleep. You?

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Crimes of Passion; Stammer School; Gadget Man – TV review

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Crimes of Passion; Stammer School; Gadget Man – TV review

As a huge fan of “Scandi” drama, it was with deep regret that I found Crimes of ardour such an unrewarding plod. With five bumper function-duration episodes to go, it’s in all likelihood too early to call for that the collection be stripped of its Swedish subtitles and prime Saturday-night time slot on BBC4 and its commissioners pressure-fed Ikea’s well-known tinned herrings (yes, those that smell like useless bodies) – and after all, the display can also yet be discovered and loved via fanatics of Bergerac or the more recent famous Caribbean whodunnit starring the person who used to do the BT ads. Nevertheless, while one of the characters ultimately cried in exasperation “what is this – Ten Little Indians?”, I idea, do not flatter yourself, Sven.

Anyway, here it was, flaunting an ersatz sort of cool with its elegant institution of Fifties academics and inventive kinds amassed for a midsummer’s eve celebration at a residence on an island with no smartphone or neighbours and just the only unreliable boat must get away be important in the occasion of a girl being strangled. The friends have been soon downing champagne and giggling and smoking their heads off Mad guys-fashion, and getting on each other’s nerves – the unhappily married hosts, the flirty actress, the indignant poet, the crass womaniser, the mysterious uninvited sculptress and her lady pal, further to our demure postgrad heroine percent, and her properly-groomed new beau, Eje, who mentioned literature and ancient cultures and looked excellent in trunks or maybe smeared in engine oil, conserving a spanner. And the plot jerked us alongside, alternately insulting the intelligence and thwarting it, favouring muddy storytelling over complexity (what turned into that nonsense with the hidden letter?) and counting on half-glimpsed characters soaring on the nook of the display at vital moments. Fragrant %, in the meantime, wandering many of the pines or relaxing in a hammock, seemed in amazingly regular earshot of damning conversation (“I’ll kill her!” and “You ruined my lifestyles!” have been my favourites), or via no fault of her personal would discover herself provided with a view of humans snogging in the bushes who oughtn’t to be. Oh, how she beetled her cute brow – nearly as if silently drawing on her oft-noted doctoral thesis approximately homicide and the present day novel. And you wouldn’t accept as true with how useful she was while the suave, detective from Stockholm arrived to invite a hundred incorrect questions earlier than arresting the first individual the audience idea of an hour ago – yes, the one and not using an obvious cause or character. Subsequent week %, Eje and the detective embark on an ultra-modern adventure. I do not think I am giving an excessive amount of away once I say I must wash my hair that night time.

There wasn’t a dry eye in the residence (properly, my house) throughout the unmissable Stammer faculty: Musharaf reveals His Voice, which observed Musharaf Asghar, reluctant display-stealer of the Bafta-triumphing educating Yorkshire, as he attended a 4-day route of remedy to conquer his well-known stutter. The bad boy’s try to ebook into his Croydon hotel – “Mm-mm-mm…” – appeared like eloquence itself in describing the dimensions of the task beforehand. Tender’s coursemates fared higher, even though no longer by way of much. The sight of 1 young girl, Vicky, struggling to get the best range of sixes into her smartphone number (with a store assistant looking to assist) added a second of insufferable comedy. So could the volunteer mentors in this pioneering McGuire Programme – getting better stammerers themselves and schooled in respiratory strategies and pep talks – arrange the essential miracle? It appeared unlikely, but after an afternoon the students – each with a belt strapped throughout their chest – stood up and said who they had been. The following day Vicky discovered the braveness and voice to cope with a barful of strangers. By means of day for the entire magnificence had been giving valedictory speeches in front in their incredulous loved ones. Mushy’s smile – not often seen – turned into as massive as God’s own county itself. Right here turned into the miracle – the unexpected revelation of the real individual interior, freed, and so instantly and implausibly blossoming. Buckets had been duly wept. And we weren’t finished. Quickly afterwards comfortable turned into again at his faculty in Dewsbury doing paintings enjoy below the beaming tutelage of the outstanding Mr Burton, Musharaf‘s once unlikely dream of one day becoming an instructor himself eventually possible. He gave the look of he had the patience for it. absolute confidence his progress might be monitored on Channel four. This story simply won’t go away My Update Star. If you wanted half of an hour of senseless delight final week, system guy became lower back for a third collection, with some weather-based tech products. “There are actually many umbrellas in the marketplace,” said Richard Aoyade, without whose easy funniness and knowingly zany orange match, this overview could be essentially a list of stuff. One-line gagster Tim Vine got here alongside to position an inflatable tent up in a gale and inform a funny story about tornadoes even as Marcus Brigstocke helped out with a turbo-some thing designed to blow snowboarders again up a slope. But Aoyade may want to possibly do all this on his very own, with possibly only damage for the risk to win £forty,000 worth of widgetry truly by way of sending money inside the shape of texts to the organisers at the side of millions of other silly visitors. The display appeared over in mins. For what it’s well worth I liked the water-resistant shirt (best in a Friday pub situation, I concept), with perhaps the self-heating chook curry for the remaining educate home. Some human beings consider the entirety.