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Fictober 2023

Prompt #23

Fanfiction Fandom: Flash Rogues and Spider-Man

Rating: T

Day 22: "No, you won't understand. Ever."

The weird Flash Rogue/ Spider-Man villain crossover almost no one asked for, wherein I make Max Dillon (Electro) and Roscoe Dillon (The Top) cousins.

If there was one thing that Len Snart hated, it was planning out a heist to steal a large, valuable diamond from Central City’s Natural History Museum for weeks, only for some moron to swoop in and beat him to the scene of the crime. He hated it even more when the moron was some costumed freak with more powers than common sense; someone who would’ve been a two-bit loser all his life if he hadn’t gotten lucky and landed himself some sort of crazy superpower. And he especially hated it when the loser in question thought it was a good idea to attract every cop in the county by putting on a big, fancy light show in the middle of the museum that they were both trying to rob.  

“I hate amateur night,” he muttered to himself as the brightly-garbed idiot blasted at everything within range. Len suspected that he was trying to overpower the museum’s security system, but if so, he clearly hadn’t done any research as to where the power supply to the security system might be. Len knew where it was, having researched and planned this heist for months, but he wasn’t about to help this loser find it. 

“Aww, come on! How hard is it to fry one lousy security system?” the colorful moron yelled, voice thick with both annoyance and a strong New York accent. Len scowled. It was bad enough that this doofus was an amateur, but the fact that he wasn’t even from the Twin Cities made things much worse. Crook though he was, Len had hometown pride, and he was firmly against the idea of any of Central City’s valuables ending up in the pockets of some outsider—especially one who could attract the attention of the Flash at any second. Len upholstered his cold gun and fired a warning shot in the general direction of the very conspicuous idiot. 

“Who’s there?” The newcomer fired off another bolt of light, but he missed Len by a mile. Where had this moron learned to aim? 

“Come out, or I’ll fry you!” This time, the beam came close enough for Len to hear the tell-tale crackle of electricity, and he swore. Great. His heist had been hijacked by a walking electric generator.

“Stop shootin’, moron! Do you want to bring every cop in the country down on our heads?” Len snapped. 

“Let ‘em come! I can take ‘em!” Len promptly froze the newcomer’s hands in a solid block of ice, in the hopes of putting an end to the attention-grabbing lightning blasts before they attracted any undue attention. It would take a lot of heat to melt through that ice, and, even if the moron was powerful enough to melt the ice—well, even Len knew enough about science to know that electricity and water didn’t mix. 

“Overconfidence’ll get you killed in this business, kid,” he said as he stepped out from the shadows. The brightly-costumed idiot swore. 

“Who are you?” he demanded. 

“They call me Captain Cold. And if you’d bothered to do any research, you’d know that I don’t much like outsiders messin’ around with my city and my turf,” Len replied.

“I ain’t scared of an old man with a freeze gun!” 

“It ain’t a freeze gun. It’s a cold gun. And if you don’t want me to ice more of you than your hands, I’d suggest that you drop the attitude.” 

“You think you can match the power of Electro, old man?” The name ‘Electro’ sounded vaguely familiar, but Len couldn’t quite place it. 

“I don’t think, kid. I know. My cold gun can fire a beam of absolute zero, enough to stop everything—even electricity—dead in its path. But if you want to test that theory, be my guest,” he replied. The newcomer scowled. 

“Whaddaya want from me, old man?” 

“You keep playing as stupid as you did today, and you’ll never be an old man. But that’s besides the point. What I want to know is who you are, and what you’re doin’ in my town.” 

“I’m Electro—and if you weren’t from this podunk town, you’d know that I’m one of New York City’s most powerful supervillains.”  Len rolled his eyes. Grandstanding was only cool if you had the brains to back it up, and it was pretty obvious that this guy didn’t. 

“You got “Electro” on your birth certificate?” 

“You got “Captain Cold” on yours?” the amateur shot back. 

“Fair point. Name’s Len. Len Snart. You?” 

“Max Dillon. Not that it’s any of your business.” For whatever reason, this was enough to jolt Len’s memory, and he remembered why the name ‘Electro’ had sounded familiar.  

“You fight that Spider-Man guy, don’t you?” 

` “Fight him? I’ve almost beat him dozens of times!” Len snorted. 

“Take it from someone who knows, kid. “Almost” don’t get the job done.” 

“Don’t call me “kid”! My name is Electro!” Len ignored this outburst.

“So, what’s a New York supervillain doing in the Twin Cities?” 

“I came here to visit a cousin of mine, but I’ve been having a deuce of a time trackin’ the guy down, and I figured I might as well make some money off of my time here while I was lookin’ for him. If you hadn’t gotten in my way, I’d’ve had the diamond and been gone by now!” 

“If I hadn’t gotten in your way, you’d still be searchin’ for the power switch to the security system,” Len replied.

“Like you could’ve done better.” 

“Watch me.” Len aimed his cold gun at the wall in which the alarm system was embedded and froze it solid. He then calmly walked up to the display case, froze the glass, shattered it, and grabbed the diamond.

“Show-off.” 

“Says the guy who was puttin’ on a light show bright enough for the whole city to see,” Len replied. He stashed the diamond in his pocket, then holstered his cold gun. 

“I can afford to put on a show. I produce enough electrical power to light up the entire city of New York for a month without breakin’ a sweat.” Len, pleased that he was likely going to get away with his diamond, decided that he might as well be generous. He wasn’t going to give up a score like this to anyone, but he would try to point the walking electric generator in the direction of his cousin. 

“What’s your cousin’s name?” 

“Huh?” 

“You said you wanted to find your cousin. You know what his name is?” 

“I do, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you know it, too. He runs in the same circles as us.” Len suddenly felt that horrible sinking feeling. 

“You’re lookin’ for Roscoe Dillon, aren’t you?” 

“Yeah. I’m trying to find the Top.” Len hated always being right. 

***********************************************************

“Maxwell? What on Earth are you doing here?” Dillon demanded. From his tone of voice, Len was willing to bet that he and his city slicker cousin hadn’t gotten on all that well. 

“It’s Electro now, coz. I’ve made it to the big leagues—just like you,” Max replied. Dillon immediately returned his attention to the top he had been fiddling with before Len and Max had arrived. 

“Yes. I do remember reading about the freak accident that led to you acquiring your considerable electrical powers. Given the powerset with which you were gifted, it would have been surprising if you had not managed to gain some small notoriety as a costumed criminal—though I cannot say that you have used your powers to their fullest extent. Although since your father was always a failure, perhaps it is not so surprising that you are one, too,” Dillon said absently. 

“Leave Pop out of this!” Max snarled. His eyes sparked with electricity, in a way that reminded Len of what Mark looked like when he was angry, and swirls of electricity started to circle around his hands. 

“It is true, is it not? Uncle Jonathan never kept a job for more than six months at a time, and he was always asking my father for money—so much so that he was one of the reasons that we moved from New York City to the suburbs of the Twin Cities. Father said that his brother was an embarrassment to the Dillon family name. Do you have any idea how many times he told me that if I ever failed, I would end up like my Uncle Jonathan and Aunt Anita? Or like you, Maxwell?” And Dillon wondered why nobody ever wanted to hang out with him….

“Pop may’ve been a piece of work, but Uncle Reginald wasn’t no better! Mom—she needed help after Pop walked out on us, and he didn’t even answer her phone calls! Your pop was a banker! He had plenty of dough, and he still let his own nephew grow up in the slums!” 

“Father made himself a very wealthy man through his own hard work. Uncle Jonathan and Aunt Anita were failures, and they were lazy. They shamed the Dillon name, and they certainly did not deserve any of his money,” Dillon replied. 

“Uncle Reginald was just as lazy as my folks. Embezzlin’ money from the bank that hired you ain’t the same as work.” Dillon’s eyes started to glow green, and Len swore internally. If this turned into a brawl, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to contain it. He had managed to incapacitate Max by getting the drop on him last night, but he didn’t have the element of surprise this time, and both Max and Dillon were considerably more powerful than he was. If they started fighting, he—and the surrounding city block—-were going to be in big trouble.

“My father did not embezzle anything—and even if he did, he was clever enough to get away with it. That’s more than Uncle Jonathan managed when he lost his last job for internal theft,” Dillon said. Len stuck his fingers into his mouth and let out a loud whistle, and both Dillon and Max turned their attention to him, 

“Cool it, both of you! The last thing we need is to have the whole city block destroyed by a super-powered family feud!” he barked. 

“Cool it? Was that some sorta pun?” Max asked. 

“Most likely. We’re quite fond of them here in Central City—though I suppose you lack the brainpower to appreciate them,” Dillon said. 

“Let’s see if you’re so smug after I fry your brain!” Len rapidly unholstered his cold gun and managed to create a wall of ice in between the two cousins just before Max shot a bolt of electricity at Dillon. 

“Knock it off, both of you! I happen to like this neighborhood, and I don’t want to see it get demolished because you two can’t get over old family grudges.”

“I do not remember asking for your opinion, Leonard.” Len smirked. 

“Go ahead, then. Destroy the neighborhood. I’m sure Lisa will be thrilled to learn that her favorite shoe store got demolished because you got into a fight with some idiot wearin’ a flower mask,” he said. Dillon’s eyes stopped glowing, and he stepped away from the ice barrier that separated him from his cousin. 

“In that case, I will endeavor to restrain myself. I would not wish to upset my darling Lisa,” he said quietly. With Dillon handled for the time being, Len turned to the younger of the two cousins. 

“I sympathize with you, kid, I really do. I hate Dillon and his stuck-up attitude as much as anybody—but I ain’t gonna let you destroy my favorite bar just to get rid of him. So simmer down before I ice you permanently,” he said. 

“Stop callin’ me “kid”! It’s ELECTRO!” 

“Fine. Electro it is. Now calm down before we attract the cops—or worse, the Flash.” Much to Len’s relief, Max’s body stopped spitting electricity, and he sat down in a chair, arms folded across his chest. 

“So, your family’s from New York?” Len asked Dillon. 

“Yes. I was born there, and I lived there until I was about twelve years old. We moved into the area of the Twin Cities when my father was transferred from a bank in New York City to one in Central City.” 

“And your fathers were brothers?” 

“Yeah. Pop was Uncle Reginald’s younger brother. My Pop was a world-class loser, can’t deny that, but Uncle Reginald would’ve been just as much of one if he hadn’t found a way to steal all of grandpop’s inheritance and use that money to put himself through college. Half of it was supposed to go to my old man, but because Uncle Reginald was an adult when grandpop died and Pop was only a kid, he never saw a dime of it,” Max said. 

“And, uh, how much older is Dillon than you?” Len asked. 

“I am eleven years older than he is….which would make him twenty-nine years old. The age gap between my father and Uncle Jonathan was about the same, as I recall—but my father did not steal anything from my uncle. If he lost his inheritance, he did it all on his own.” 

“So you left New York when he was only like a year old. How does he even remember you?” 

“My family and I returned to New York City twice a year to visit my grandmother, once on the Fourth of July and once on Thanksgiving. Since Maxwell was also her grandson, he and Aunt Anita were also invited to her apartment for the holidays, and through that we came to know one another—though we never got along especially well.” 

“Yeah, ‘cause you were a stuck-up snob who was more interested in your weird tops than in anything I said or did.” 

“Tops are not weird. They are—” Len, having heard the “tops are the basis for gyroscopes” lecture many, many times, decided to cut it off before it could begin by asking another question. 

“And what was your problem with Max, Dillon?” 

“He was much younger than I was, and he had a most irritating habit of disorganizing my top collection. Besides, Father made it clear to me that I was not to spend too much time with him, because he would never amount to anything,” Dillon replied. 

“And he was wrong, ‘cause I’m a supervillain now, and I’m just as famous as you!” 

“Famous for being subdued by the same trick over and over again, perhaps. How many times have you been defeated via short-circuiting, exactly?”

“Better than bein’ famous as the nutjob who tried to blow up half the world.” Roscoe’s eyes started glowing again. 

“I am not mentally ill! I am a genius, and it is not my fault that the world does not accept that fact!” 

“You ain’t a genius! You’re a freak and a lunatic, and you’ve always been a freak and a lunatic! I remember how weird you were, with all that rocking and spinning and lining up your tops again and again. Mom used to say that she thought there was somethin’ wrong with you, and that Uncle Reginald just wouldn’t admit it.” 

“I am NOT a freak! You don’t understand! You won’t understand, ever! No one ever did, least of all my aunt and uncle!” Dillon shrieked. The couch flipped over, seemingly of its own accord, and many of the smaller items in the apartment started to fly through the air. Len swore. This was not good. Dillon losing control over his telekinesis nearly always meant that he was on the verge of a breakdown, and Len really didn’t want to explain to Lisa that her boyfriend had had another one of his episodes because Len had brought his cousin to see him and accidentally ignited an old family feud in the process. 

“You don’t want me to call you a freak? Then stop callin’ me a loser!” Max’s whole body started sparking with electricity, and the lights in the apartment began to flicker. He sounded like he might be on the verge of some sort of breakdown, too—and, since that meant that both cousins were now sufficiently distracted, Len was able to unholster his cold gun and freeze both of them solid just seconds before they could unleash their power on each other. They would survive, of course–Lisa would never forgive him if he did any permanent harm to her boyfriend—but they wouldn’t be able to fight each other for several hours, by which point their tempers would probably have cooled at least a little. He hoped. 

One Dillon had been bad enough. Two was a prospect he wasn’t ready to deal with yet.

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Nike Reveals Coach Prime's Redesigned Air DT Max '96

In the realm of NCAA Football, few headlines garnered as much attention last season as the appointment of Deion Sanders as head coach of the Colorado Buffaloes. The onset of his tenure proved nothing short of remarkable, transforming a team that had previously secured only one victory the prior season into a ranked contender by week 4, boasting a formidable 3-0 start. Preceding the season's commencement, reports surfaced of Sanders renewing his alliance with Nike (NYSE:NKE +0.52%), thereby reviving a longstanding partnership instrumental in birthing one of the Swoosh's most revered training series — the Diamond Turf line.

Following the tantalizing previews of exclusive "PRIMES" inspired by the original Air DT Max '96 in September, anticipation mounts as this iconic silhouette prepares to reemerge. Recently disclosed by Nike, the Air DT Max '96 returns in its classic white, black, and gold color scheme, reminiscent of its last appearance in 2018, albeit with subtle enhancements. Notable among these updates is the addition of a "PRIME" embellishment adorning the heel tab, while the packaging, potentially exclusive to friends and family, showcases the same "PRIME" motif externally, coupled with one of Sanders' memorable quotes on the interior.

As of this writing, specific release details regarding the resurgence of Deion Sanders' Nike Air DT Max '96 remain undisclosed by Coach Prime and Nike. Enthusiasts are advised to remain vigilant for forthcoming updates, as the eagerly anticipated design is expected to hit shelves once again later this year, available via Nike SNKRS and select retailers, priced starting at $170 USD. For an exclusive glimpse of the aforementioned packaging, an unboxing of the pair is provided below.

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The Nike Air Diamond Turf Max ’96 “Love Letter to Connie” is Rumored for 2025

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Clash of Baseball Titans: Nationals, Astros and Dodgers Go Up Against Each Other in Washington

Washington Nationals Vs. Houston Astros

In a highly anticipated interleague matchup, the Washington Nationals are set to take on the Houston Astros in a clash of titans at Nationals Park. The Nationals, hailing from the nation's capital, boast a roster brimming with talent and determination, eager to showcase their prowess against the formidable Astros.

Led by their seasoned veterans and emerging stars, the Nationals are prepared to defend their home turf with tenacity and skill. With players like Juan Soto, Max Scherzer, and Trea Turner leading the charge, the Nationals pose a formidable challenge to any opponent they face. Fans can expect electrifying plays, clutch hits, and stellar pitching performances as the Nationals aim to secure a decisive victory.

On the other side of the diamond, the Houston Astros arrive in Washington ready to assert their dominance. With a lineup stacked with power hitters and a pitching staff known for its precision, the Astros are a force to be reckoned with in the baseball world. Led by stars like Jose Altuve, Carlos Correa, and Justin Verlander, the Astros are poised to showcase their championship-caliber talent in this showdown against the Nationals.

As the two teams square off under the lights, anticipation runs high among fans eager to witness the drama unfold. With both teams hungry for victory, every pitch, swing, and play will carry significant weight as they vie for supremacy on the diamond. 

The game will be taking place at Nationals Park on April 19, 2024 from 6:45p onwards.

Washington Nationals Vs. Los Angeles Dodgers

The showdown between the Washington Nationals and the Los Angeles Dodgers promises to be a clash of baseball titans, with both teams boasting impressive lineups and a hunger for victory.

For the Nationals, the game represents an opportunity to assert their dominance against one of the league's perennial powerhouses. Led by stars like Juan Soto, Max Scherzer, and Trea Turner, the Nationals possess a potent mix of offensive firepower and pitching prowess. With their sights set on victory, they'll look to capitalize on home-field advantage and rally the support of their passionate fan base.

Meanwhile, the Los Angeles Dodgers arrive in Washington with a championship pedigree and a roster stacked with talent. With perennial All-Stars like Mookie Betts, Cody Bellinger, and Clayton Kershaw leading the charge, the Dodgers are a formidable opponent capable of turning any game into a showcase of skill and athleticism. Eager to extend their winning streak and maintain their position atop the standings, the Dodgers will leave no stone unturned in their quest for victory.

As the two teams take the field, anticipation will be palpable among fans eager to witness the drama unfold. From clutch hits to dazzling defensive plays, every moment of the Nationals vs. Dodgers matchup is sure to keep spectators on the edge of their seats. So, grab your peanuts and cracker jacks, because this game is bound to be a thrilling display of America's pastime at its finest.

The game will be taking place on April 23, 2024 at Nationals Park from 6:45p onwards.

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KICKS: NIKE X #COACHPRIME "DT AIR MAX 96" DROP TODAY!!

Prime Time is back, and the retros are returning the Nike Diamond Turf 96 Air Max 96 today. These will be dropping today at select retailers and online. The kicks will retail for $170.00 and feature both old and new Deion Sanders Brand logos. These will sellout for sure so don’t sleep hit the like and subscribe button to stay tapped in. CC: SD X NIKE X PRIMETIME TAGS: #STACKSANDKICKSLIFESTYLE…

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Trying to remember lord said this John remillard said this I'm trying to be this huge big man by walking around and bullying the smart person who's trying to help us sort it out and we're losing time day is actually and now he said it this thing that's making me so mad I have to stop Tommy f and he looks up and says remember me for this I'm going to try and give him a break who's that Tommy f you start laughing and said all right I'm out of here and he goes off and he's trying to do stuff cuz I can't do it cuz he's in the way and he meant Tommy f

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Gallavich Soundtrack

Alright friends, I’ve compiled a list of all of the songs used in Gallavich scenes (plus a few individual scenes), and let me tell you, reliving Gallavich musically is one of the best (& sometimes heartbreaking) things ever.

Spotify playlist here & song breakdown under the cut! (anything with an asterisk (*) means it wasn’t available on Spotify)

What I Said by Alien Crime Syndicate “Iiiiian Gaaaallagherrr!” Mickey’s first appearance

It’s Thunder and It’s Lightning by We Were Promised Jetpacks Ian’s studying with Mandy at the Milkovich house and hooks up with Mickey

Wham Bam by Clooney Mickey & Ian go for round two at the baseball field

Nothing to Lose by The Marys Ian & Mickey caught in the walk-in by Frank

Drink While We’re Young by Red Devil Squadron Ian looks for “that look” in Mickey’s eye at the high school

Guided Missiles, Misguided Men by Holy Fever Mickey tries to sell to idiot kid at shop & Angie convo

Hysteria by Ceremony Mickey & Ian run from security after Mick beats up Ned

The Store by Toothpick Warriors Robbing Ned’s mansion

Oh by FIDLAR Ian looks for Mickey in abandoned building but Mickey won’t talk

Diamonds by The Lisps Ian goes to confront Mickey before his wedding

Bad Blood by Ana Egge Mickey holds back tears after Ian tells him he’s enlisting and he can’t bring himself to stop him

Canyons by Paw City Mickey retrieves Ian’s photo from magazine then punches bathroom mirror

Dirty Work by Sydney Wayser Lip asks Mickey if he’s heard from Ian, tells him he’s missing

Heat by Barrie Gledden* Mickey finds Ian at the club/lap dance

Wind Me Up by Taxi Doll* Mickey tries to convince Ian to come with him after lap dance

The Boy’s Had His Fun by Cold Shoulder* Mickey carries Ian after he passes out outside the club

Into the Darkness by Will and the Indians* Mickey watches a passed out Ian sleep & is caught by Svetlana

Take a Chance by Bosshouse* Mickey blows Ian

Move Like U Stole It by ZZ Ward (Paul Oakenfold Remix) Mickey kisses Ian at the club

In My Veins by The Fieros Mickey confronts Ian outside after he pulled a knife on Kenyatta

Pick Me Up by Between Borders Carl sees Mickey sleeping in Ian’s bed, asks if he’s Ian’s boyfriend

Fisherman by The Peach Kings Mickey leaves for the baptism after telling Ian yes they are a couple

Sleep Forever by Portugal. The Man Ian kisses Mickey on the head outside the bar after the brawl with his dad

Feelin Good by The Stevenson Ranch Davidians Mickey working as a respectable mover

Run Boy Run by Mom’s Basement Mickey runs errand (beats up Patel)

Black Soap by Ex Cops Ian is riled up after the confrontation at the soldier’s funeral

All A Lie by The Bixby Knolls Ian tosses Mickey’s shit in the yard during his cleaning spree

Man Child by Redgrave Ian runs away with Yevgeny

Discoloration by Dawn Golden Picking up Ian from police station & car ride home

Lost Soul by Dark Matter Ian’s admitted for a 72 hour psych evaluation

Peace Love With You by Moroccan Knights Mickey gets ready to go see Ian in the hospital

Go! by Soft Swells Mickey stumbles around drunk and trips over Ian’s jacket

Racketology by Breed Mickey plays guitar drunk and naked

Falling Together by Mason Brothers “Sorry I’m late.”

One More Minute by Locksley Mickey gives Ian his pills & tells him no caffeine

Walkin’ by Wild Party Mickey gives Ian a donut so he won’t take his pills on an empty stomach

Basic Instinct by The Acid Baseball field fight/hookup

Love Is A Battlefield by Pat Benatar Mickey & Ian drunkenly sing on their way back to the Gallagher house

Cigarettes by Coby Brown Ian & Mickey try to fight off the MPs

Don’t You Start by Sleepy Kitty Sammi taunts Mickey & Fiona after the MPs take Ian

Where the Ocean Is by Shadow Shadow Mickey headbutts Ian’s photo, leads to scene of Ian lying in truck cab

Marble by Bronx Cheerleader Ian lays in grass outside trailer, Mick calls (phone background now pic of them)

Hyperflowers by Los Waves Mickey runs to Ian after he calls to tell him he’s back

Going Out Fighting by Minutes to Midnight Mickey runs, shouting at Sammi while she shoots at him

Livin’ in the Fire by Motopony Ian and Svetlana visit Mickey in prision

You And I by Margaret Glaspy Ending credits after Ian finds out Mickey escaped

Skulldiggin by Black Joe Lewis Ian waits for Mickey at the docks and is kidnapped in a van

HEAL by Strand of Oaks “Let’s ride.”

Just What You Feelin’ by Kemo The Blaxican In the car driving to Mexico then pulling over so Mickey can hit that

Swing Ya Rag by T.I., Swizz Beatz Mickey & Ian hookup in the car after kicking Damon out

Crashed Cadillac by Bot’Ox Mickey finds Jesus at a Quinceañera 

Volca by Born Rivals* Mickey and Ian go to get money at the bank

I Ain’t the One by Spoon Ian watches Mickey cross the border into Mexico

Sunrise by Broken Bellows Ian walks to his cell

Pink + White by Frank Ocean Mickey shows up as Ian’s cellmate (Previously: Endgame)

Hot for Hagar by The Ginger Faye Bakers Ian & Mickey get frisky in the morning/the mayonnaise debacle

When You Smile by Floral Fauna Ian is brushed off by guard when he asks for a new roommate

Baccarra by Cardova* Mickey & Ian race to shiv Chester

Petty Thieving by FEET Ian attempts to throw his parole

Ad Blue by FEET Ian’s released from prison

I’ve Been Wrong by Food Court The Gallaghers throw Ian a welcome home party

Firebreather by Lead Pony Mickey tries to escape from prison via medical waste bin

Might Be Right by White Reaper Mickey chases shoplifter at Old Army/mall

Let’s Go by Clear Blue Fire Mickey catches a parolee for Paula

Deliver Me by TRUETT Mickey agrees they need to kill Paula

Eyes on You by 3 ONE OH Ian & Mickey suspect each other of killing Paula

Cramp by Shawn Lee (Skeewiff remix)* Ian asks neighborhood officer for advice about lawyer, gets marriage idea

Kidnap Runaway by The 1900s Mickey meets Ian at Patsy’s

Off My Mind by Ben Reneer Ian & Mickey get engaged at Patsy’s

Explode by City Silos Ian & Mickey realize neither one killed Paula

Happily Sinking Heart by Mother Sun Ian doesn’t sign the marriage license

Soul Sucker by Lead Pony Ian falls down stairs after Mickey punches him

Fuckin’ Love It by Naked Elephant* Mickey makes a ruckus arriving via vespa

Red Anxiety by Floral Fauna Ian and Liam leave on errand to buy Mickey’s engagement ring

Broke the Cup by Lead Pony Ian goes to talk to Mickey, tries to give him promise ring

Bad Idea by Bad Sea Empire Mickey rebuffs Ian, Ian pees in vespa

Rescue Me by OneRepublic Ian arrives at the bar with Cole

All the Good Things About You by Imperial Mammoth Ian & Mickey watch the band perform at bar

This Life by Vampire Weekend Ian beats up Byron and proposes to Mickey

Inherent Vice by Midnight Divide Mickey and the Gallaghers when Lip announces he’s moving

Let You Go by City Silos Mickey confronts Terry outside the Gallagher house

Livin’ On A Prayer by Bon Jovi Ian has Mickey serenaded at The Alibi

Son by Deep State Mickey robs drug den for wedding money

It’s You by Rebel Kicks The wedding venue is on fire

I Kinda Like It by Them Vibes Mickey grabs shotgun to go after Terry

Cannonball by Dirtwire Debbie tells Mickey to nut-up, they’re gonna white trash the wedding

Champion by M. Rivers Gallaghers and crew come up with idea to try The Polish Doll for a venue

Obsession by Joywave Mickey & Ian arrive at The Polish Doll, lie to owner

Blue Bell by Golden Daze Ian & Mickey take in the sight of their new venue

Face to Face by Rex Orange County Guests arrive for the wedding, final preparations for the ceremony

Lights Down Low by MAX Ian and Lip talk, prepare to begin the ceremony

At Last by Etta James Ian’s song choice for Mickey to walk down the aisle to

Morning Flowers by Brock Tyler Mickey and Ian exchange vows

Raising Hell by Kesha (ft. Big Freedia) Ian & Mickey walk down the aisle as husbands

Coming Out by Joywave* Ian & Mickey dance with family and friends at the reception

Firework by Katy Perry Ian talks to Debbie about missing Monica

Perfect by Ed Sheeran Mickey & Ian slow dance

Wake Up by Fialta Mickey & Ian wake up in their honeymoon suite

Perfect Day by Turf Club* Ian & Mickey after Terry shoots up their suite

[maxskulline]

Guzma sluggishly rubs his eyes as she hands him his every morning pick-me-up in the form of a Tapu Cocoa. Leaning down, he pushes away her bangs with his free hand, presses a kiss to her forehead before stepping away. "Thanks, baby girl."

Because this is the first time she’s seen him in over a month, she wanted his Tapu Cocoa to taste especially nice. What better way is there to celebrate the success of Team Skull’s latest mission, the sole reason why Max spent six weeks on her home island, that she had given her all for? In the early hours of Po Town, the girl snuck out from the Poké Center. It’s a most preferred time for those who like to get things done in the kitchen. Most Grunts sleep scattered around the ground like little dead bugs, many of them snoring loud enough to wake a Snorlax. The faint drizzle falls silent on grey concrete as her white trainers dance and twist around puddles from last night’s rain. How oddly peaceful this town can appear when you’re up early enough to witness it. 

She pushes her hair back on the way, ties it into the loose trademark ponytail she loves to wear. It’s not like she doesn’t care about her appearance, especially today, especially around him. This simply is easy, comfortable, and hair… gods, Max can’t deal with hair, not this early in the morning. Braiding, curling, pinning, you name it, she’s tried it all and she had failed painfully. Others help when she needs a touch of colour or a trim. Sometimes they insist on styling her up, and she’s a sucker for it because it’s the only time her hair actually looks like something. Today, this’ll have to do. A lazy, messy bun. Pair it with the constellations of freckles Alola has painted on Maxy’s sun kissed skin and the loose shirt she’s fastened between waist-high shorts, Max thinks she looks cute enough for an early morning rendezvous with Team Skull’s one and only. 

Because of Guzma’s love for Maxy’s Tapu Cocoa, she doesn’t need to bother memorizing the daily code. He’s given special instructions to let her use the kitchen whenever and however often he needs Max to. Make that, at the very least, six times a day, sometimes more, depending on his agitation meter or rising craving for a sugary fix. But Max doesn’t mind the lack of hassle in the slightest. Grunts like to fuck with each other by hiding away the password just for the fun of it, forgetting where they had put it in the first place and blocking the kitchen until Plumeria drops a new code. Waltzing into the kitchen whenever she pleases - even without the Boss’s demand for chocolaty goodness - is one of the “Guzma’s girl” privilegues she consciously takes every bit of advantage of.  

Speaking of being Guzma’s girl - can those fuckin’ flutters die down already? This’s been going on since Max had crawled out of bed! Drugged by an endorphin-infused cocktail of anticipation, longing and anxiety, it’s hard to tell whether she wants to throw up, dance, sing, cry, or do all of it at once. Feeling like a prisoner to this terrifying clusterfuck of emotions, even her fingers shake as she preps his favourite - can she get any fuckin’ cheesier? - cup with four heaped spoons of Cocoa powder. Needless to say she’s missed this guy, perhaps more than she’ll ever admit out loud. It’s been weeks since they’ve last seen each other, and while daily texts and calls kept them connected….. lots of things can change in six weeks, right? What if he’s got someone else? What if being away from Max made him realize he ain’t a guy to date in a more-or-less serious manner? Their, uh, relationship… it’s somewhat of an experiment for the both of ‘em, and with any experiment whatsoever, everything could go either right or horribly wrong. 

Max makes herself jump when she shuts the fridge door a little too hard and the entire thing threatens to collapse. “Shh, fuck! Sorry, I’m kinda tense today. Don’t fall apart on me now, yeah?” Maybe talking to a fridge will help with the nerves. Stirring Guzma’s almond milk into the cup until the cocoa turns creamy, somehow Max can’t shut up now and brands the inanimate object her new therapist for the day. Hey, they’re better listeners than people and they don’t tell you what you don’t wanna hear. Ever. Because objects can’t fucking talk unless their name is Dosh’Te. 

“It’s just - I don’t know what to expect, because he’s - he is….. well, he’s Guzma! And I’m me. But I really fucking missed him, while I was away. I miss him right now, and I’ll miss him until I see him. But, what if he didn’t miss me? What if he’s been fine all the time I’ve been gone, fucking others, too busy to care if I’m here or not? Fuck, I’m really overthinking it right now. See!? This isn’t my turf! I hate this whole ‘feelings’ bullshit and acting like a dumb teenage girl with a crush on someone way out of her league. Aaaaaah!”

A hard kick to the counter drowns her frustrated groan and she somehow ends up apologizing for abusing the poor counter as well. On its surface sat a perfectly ready Tapu Cocoa, steaming and waiting to be brought into Guzma’s room. Max knows she’s stalling and wishes someone would kill her right now, but being a chicken isn’t like her either so she grabs the mug and bites down on the absolute stupidity she’s feeling. At the very least the trip to Guzma’s room is routine, and it help with the nerves.

Make it up the left side of the stairs, tell the guarding Grunt to stick it elsewhere because The Boss needs his Tapu Cocoa, climbing through the window and balancing across the increasingly deteriorating rooftop. Instead of dwelling on her anxiety any longer Max heads straight for the bedroom door.

Five gentle knocks indicate him it’s Max. It’s a special code given only to her and Plumeria, perhaps the sole two people in Po Town who don’t need to wait for Guzma’s permission to enter. She holds her breath when she slides into his dimmed bedroom. Clutching to the cup, somehow all tension falls away when her eyes meet a pair of grey diamonds that are so sleep-ridden he can barely see. Nudging the door shut with the heel of her foot, Max can’t even begin to hide the steadily growing smile that’s taking hold of her entire being. Her cheeks light up with a dust of pink because seeing him act so disorientated might as well be the cutest fucking thing she’s ever seen. Her smile seems to reach him, too, because he’s countering with that cheeky, sleepy grin that always makes her feel so lightheaded. 

“Morning, Boss. Sorry for barging in so early, it’s just…..” It’s just that I really missed you, and would rather kill myself than having to wait for another second to see you. Max catches herself mid-thought and clears her throat awkwardly, pushing the cup forwards for Guzma to grab. “It’s just that I know you haven’t had a proper Tapu Cocoa since I left and that sorta broke my heart, y’know!” Guzma’s practically nude when he gets up, dressed only in a pair of boxers. Sucks for Max’s stupid little heart, because it’s accelerating until she can’t breathe, making her tremble when his fingertips brush against her own as he claims his drink. Engulfed in his heat and inhaling the musky scent of sleep clinging to him, there’s nothing Max wants more than to run her hands across Guzma’s tanned skin and feel its soft warmth. Just then, she senses him leaning into her space to brush away a bunch of stray locks and kiss the freckles on her forehead. 

The gesture itself is so rare in its occurrence that she finds herself stretching into the kiss, if only to make this moment linger. A muffled squeak slips past her lips and Guzma chuckles in response. Was this asshole trying to make her faint or something!? 

               “Thanks, baby girl.”

Wow. This is what it feels like to be disarmed within seconds. Surely she resembles a lovesick Lillipup more than anything when her shoulders drop in defeat, following the man to his bed and dropping down next to him. Any worry she’s ever had dissolves in the fuzzy happiness Guzma’s gesture leaves behind, urging Max to climb into the space behind him and wrap her arms around his warm body. 

“Feels good to be home, G.” 

[kicksaddictny]

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