#THIS is bus boy?! yikes

[littlecajunlady]

I thought One Day in December would be like Serendipity and to my great disappointment, it was not. So now I'm watching Serendipity again for the 100th time.

[its-time-to-write]

masterlist

i figured it was time to make one. it's in order based on when i wrote it. please, please let me know if a link is broken/mislabeled!!

*82 fics*

All of these are Jamie Tartt x reader

dress

Jamie and Keeley buy you a dress for the benefit gala

three times 'cause i've waited my whole life

secret relationship to engagement

you're losing me

first kid

don't make this any harder

Jamie wants to take you to Brazil, you’re both idiots

would hit him in a heartbeat now

Your ex boyfriend is a footballer and also a douche

silent sleepers

Jamie contemplates your relationship on the team bus

what it is

Jamie is sick ft. Roy

don't go wasting your emotion

Secret relationship + you own a bookshop! Ft. Roy and Keeley

you know, you'll always know me

You’re a famous singer! Congrats!

i don't know how you keep smiling/i'm just choking almost constantly

Jamie’s dad is a douche

i'll still be right next to you my dear

Jamie is a dad

can't really say i'm enjoying it now

Yikes it’s a breakup fic, but happy endings only in this house

mine of you with me

Reader and Jamie go semi-public with their relationship

today's a day like any other

The Tartt family thru the years

there's orange juice in the kitchen

Oof ouch period cramps

i can't breathe without you

Nate kisses you w/o consent

damned if i do give a damn what people say

You’re a theater actress! How exciting!

island made of faith

People think Jamie’s dumb, and he’s not

take your time while you're mine

You’re Roy’s other sister ft. all the Kents

honey, i'll give you all my time

Vienna. Enough said.

feeling fragile can't you tell

Jamie gets hurt

wrote all your lines in the script in my mind

Oh no! Some girl kissed Jamie and it wasn’t you! + Colin as the bff

stick together like glitter

Babysitting Phoebe + angst

your mind is not your friend

Angst + comfort after you have a bad hookup

chasing shadows in a grocery line

You’re pretty sure you have a hot stalker

don’t go yet

Tee hee protective Jamie at a club

kicking myself to keep from crying

The morning after your mind is not your friend

i think we could do it if we tried

High school sweethearts reunited after 6 years🥺

i’m glad you exist

You and Jamie go to a wedding

send for me

BREAKING: shit day at work made better by local boyfriend

tell me where to put my love

day off = food + snuggles

bored

The longest angst I’ve ever written. Def not the best angst I’ve ever written.

would it be enough if i never gave you peace

you’ve got baby fever and your pretty sure it’s going to kill your brother

wishing on every one

You own a flower shop. It’s adorable.

lyrical eyes, indigo smile

Bea meets the team for the first time!

something to rely on

You storm the pitch and smooch your bf

flipped the script

Enemies to lovers slow burn (or maybe fast burn, idk)

i fancy you

London Boy by ms. T. Swift

you don’t want to know me

Jamie shows up at your door after s.1 Man City

you’re in the kitchen humming

Post-Mom City

family that i chose

For the child-free girlies!

never wanted you to hate me

Pt. 2 of you don’t want to know me

wonderstruck

BFF Keeley tells you to give her awful ex a chance

in love with an idea

idk it’s like a confession of love? kinda cute

sinking into your worn-out mattress

Touch-deprived therapist! reader

you’re a mansion with a view

just two footballers doing an England promo, nothing to see here

i know what i’m doing

Post-Roy/Jamie locker room hug after Man City

wonder what it’d be like

Jamie tries to win you back

if only love were true

You’re a single mom in dire need of a plus-one

i know now it’ll pass

It’s hard to love someone when you’ve been told you don’t deserve it

the way it goes

The Greyhounds are protective of Jamie

how to love being alive

Idk this one’s like whatever and also supes long

there is happiness

GEORGIE GEORGIE GEORGIE

it’s just wanderlust

Relationship soft launch

glitter on the floor

You like to knit. You also think you’re a comedian.

maybe tomorrow you’ll know

The “he’s a prick to everyone but her” trope

hustling for the good life

I swear this is my last chaptered fic

let’s fall in love for the night

Kent!reader is having a baby

soft hands hit the jagged ground

friends w/benefits

for you, there’ll be no more crying

anxiety at work + bf jamie

smile at me

there was only one bed!!!!

slow motion double vision in rose blush

happy b-day Jamie Tartt

half-moon eyes

it’s just a question!

can’t hear my thoughts (i cannot hear my thoughts)

I’m allowed to write what i want, ok???

here in my arms

more Kent!reader + a baby named George

coffee at midnight

prick coach wakes you up bc of your prick boyfriend

healing me fine

Just a lil engagement fic for ya

i don’t know anything

if you’re interested in Bea

right words at the right time

It’s a wedding fic

move fast and keep quiet

boxer!reader + smitten Jamie

not saying you’re in love with me

You meet over Bantr!!!

we could be so good

Jamie comforts you after a bad date

i hold it like a grudge

i don’t even know how to describe this one but u might cry

there for you

sick fic

before you go

physio!reader

you’ll probably date her

chronic illness + childhood friends. gotta love it

feel it burn

Gym anxiety

play it back

Old movies of bb Jamie

ours

Thanksgivinggggg

light in the hallway

MORE Kent!reader

stuck by you

Bad family + good Jamie = fic

please don’t be

five chapters of sadness that definitely isn’t based on personal experience

[forsoobado137]

How did Spain handle being in the spotlight and does Prussia Spain and France have an infamous frat boy reputation?

I think Spain enjoys being a public figure. He's very friendly and outgoing, so he doesn't mind the attention. The problem is he's more fit to be a fun pop celebrity rather than a semi-political one. This has resulted in a lot of viral clips displaying his happy go lucky attitude at meetings. The infamous olive oil juice proposal has been made into countless memes along with other moments.

The only thing that gets on his nerves is when it comes to tourism. He doesn't mind the normal ones, but he feels uncomfortable with the entitlement he faces. Like some people will get furious if he refuses a single photo while trying to get to work.

Individually, Prussia, Spain, and France all act somewhat normal and composed. But together? they'll do the dumbest shit even while sober. France is kind of the voice of reason (yikes), but he can be pressured/talked into going along with some wild things. I have no idea why, but I feel like 99% of their shenanigans take place at a beach. Prussia tries to take credit for the fun ideas, even though they usually come up with them as a trio. Also if anything happens, Spain will be thrown under the bus.

[stray-kaz]

Breathing : a Jeong Jin-man x f!reader oneshot

Summary: He's alive, and you can breathe again.

A/N: Yikes, I wrote this in under an hour.

The land lay quiet, the house in the midst a clatter of rubble and smoke. The guns were laid down, the knives bloodied and still. Pasin and Min-hye were nowhere in sight, and Ji-an was blood spattered and shellshocked. You weren't a lot better off.

You perched unevenly on what remained of Jin-man's carefully crafted wall, a crow with a damaged wing. Your left arm hung awkwardly in a makeshift sling, dried blood caking your skin where the bullets had grazed you.

You had possessed no earthly idea that this was what Jeong Jin-man was. Months ago, he had seemed quiet, a little morose, unnervingly funny, deep in the trenches of loving a girl. And then there was you.

And now, he was this. Or, he had been.

You pulled Ji-an down to sit next to you on the wall, and she quietly leaned her head on your shoulder.

"The cleaners will deal with the mess" she murmured.

An unsettled, strangled scoff fought its way out of your throat. The mess. The multitudinous dead bodies.

She put a hand on your knee and patted it awkwardly.

"Boys are dumb" you said suddenly. "There'll be others, Ji-an. Good ones."

She glanced at you.

"Are you talking to me right now, or yourself?" she asked. "I know that you lo -"

You interrupted quickly.

"He is good" you said, swallowing with difficulty; your throat couldn't seem to work properly, your lungs struggling for air. "He...was good, Ji-an."

She cleared her throat and settled back on your shoulder, but she was on her feet the split second she glimpsed the taxi coming. She moved to stand with the bus driver and his cleaners, and you glimpsed the butt of his gun.

You sighed. More?

You didn't move off the wall, too tired, too sore, too over it to care now.

The taxi stopped in a cloud of dust and the driver stepped out, accompanied by his front seat passenger. You blinked hard, shaking your head; was there someone in the back? You closed your eyes and when you opened them again, the taller man was opening the taxi's rear door and reaching in to help someone out.

You heard a soft intake of breath, and realised it was yours. The tension eased in your lungs and you pushed clumsily to your feet, one winged, and took a step away from the remains of that crumbling wall.

Jin-man.

You felt Ji-an's hand brush yours as you passed her, caught a half glimpse of the smile on her face. If you could have run, you would have, but your feet could only manage a slow, one step at a time kind of pace. However, from the look on his face, it didn't matter. One step at a time was just fine.

Jin-man couldn't hold you, but he held out a hand to grab yours, grasping it with the same strength he'd always used. You couldn't wipe away the tears clearing tracks through the dirt and gunpowder residue on your face with his hand gripping yours, but you leaned your cheek against his shoulder and that was better.

"You're alive" you whispered, as if the wind could snatch the truth away if you spoke it too loud.

He looked down at your injured arm, your torn shirt used for the sling.

"I'm sorry" he said, his voice low and gravelly.

You shook your head, your hair brushing the underside of his jaw. You squeezed his hand.

"You're alive" you repeated.

So I can breathe again.

Tagging: @writingmysanity

[skaruresonic]

I want to like Amy but her fans make it difficult.

Every other moment they're throwing another character under the bus to make Amy look better when that shouldn't be necessary. It's like they're playing victim over something that people don't do anymore.

If Amy is perfect like they claim then they shouldn't feel this threatened whenever another female character gets any kind of attention or praise. But without fail every single time another female character is girly, kind, brave, or anything else you can think of, it's somehow an attack on Amy.

Imagine if Sonic's fans got mad everytime there was a new character who was confident and athletic. That's how ridiculous this is.

Normally I'd say it's not really equitable not to give a character a fair shake just because their fans are being obdurate, but I can sympathize with your mindset when it comes to how folks gas up Sonamy. If they were chiller about it, I'd probably like it more. While I appreciate Sonic and Amy's dynamic as friends, I swear people portray it as an issue of life or death, and it's so freaking tiring.

Despite not posting about her much, Amy is actually tied with Maria for the third spot in my favorite Sonic characters list. Both girls are great characters for similar and different reasons. It doesn't make much sense to me to claim Maria is boring when Amy displays many of the same traits.

Heck, I kind of think people exaggerate how bad her Battle portrayal is, making it out to be the bad apple that spoils an otherwise good bushel. It's not fantastic, pretty Yikes(tm), actually; yet you'd think she singlehandedly ruined the game based on the way folks hone in on her portrayal at the expense of ignoring the others. ...and idk, I still laughed at a few of her lines. :v

Amy sits in the same boat as Shadow in that everyone holds their own interpretation of the character close to heart and will get defensive if you say otherwise. I've noticed a certain stubbornness among Amy fans that is also shared by Shadow fans. One time I said "I'm an Amy fan, I don't need a crash course on her character" in response to being linked a thread on her character, and got hit with "oh you're just saying what everyone else says." Like? bruh?

I'm just not one of those fans who's like "AMY DESERVES EVERYTHING EVER." She has her flaws and foibles, just like everyone else in the cast. She has a tendency to step on toes, be a bit whiny, overbearing and one-minded... and it can be simultaneously true that her kindness wins over hearts. Amy contains multitudes.

But it's almost like, for many people, taking her as she is isn't enough. She needs to practically be shown curing world hunger in order to be considered as valid as the boys or something… Which I kinda find more offensive to her character than dismissing her outright.

Why does Amy need to star in everything before you're happy, even though of the female cast, she's technically enjoyed the most screentime? Again, not to pit two bad bitches against each other, but Maria's representation isn't exactly sterling, especially considering how often folks objectify her as Shadow's morality pet or treat her death as something to shock non-fans into thinking the series is Deep and Dark(tm). If you're really for better female representation, you should be arguing for better representation for every girl character, not just saying "let Amy get hers and fuck the rest." This shouldn't be a competition. Everyone can have a seat at the table.

First the fandom consensus was "Sega sucks because they didn't include Amy in Origins." Then when they actually did that and included her in Superstars to boot, fans proceeded to move back the goalposts. Superstars doesn't count, apparently, because (insert spurious reasons here).

Maybe it makes me a bad Amy fan or whatever, but I find her crush on Sonic to be the least interesting aspect of her character in part due to how much emphasis people put on it. She and Sonic cannot have a single conversation without fans being like "OMG OMG THEY LOOKED AT EACH OTHER SONAMY IS CANON," even if canon implies that Amy is imposing on Sonic, such as SatBK's manual describing Sonic preparing for their date as "awaiting a stressful encounter."

Although I can acknowledge that Amy's crush is integral to her character, the way people talk about it makes it seem like female representation in the series as a whole is at stake every time she's mishandled. There's apparently a hashtag trending on Twitter called #letamylove that was made in response to what people perceive as Flynn's mishandling of Frontiers!Amy, FFS. They can't just say "Amy sounds too depressed in Frontiers," no, it has to be blown up into a near-political issue.

The other thing is that people who ship Sonamy often ignore Sonic's feelings and comfort in the matter. Ohshima's tweet that Sonic isn't a "real man" due to his reluctance to express his feelings towards Amy exemplifies this. It's like Sonic is considered some sort of prize that Amy earns through personal growth, when really, folks should be arguing for Amy's personal growth for her own sake.

[l-norris]

This is it - the last race before the summer break (thank fuck, God knows we all need it) is underway, and I have once again decided to bless your feed with my random yapping about what happens in the race :)

Have fun!

DISCLAIMER: Remember that this is just for shits and giggles, I'm not trying to actually hate on any of the drivers cuz all (most) of them are very dear to me!

As always: Numbers in brackets = lap number

- I stopped building my Lego Mercedes for this

- Formation lap starts

- Almost everyone is on Mediums

- it's not raining for once btw

- Sunny day in Belgium, what a shocker.

- Yuki 60 place grid penalty

- Mans is starting from Hungary

- Max 10 place grid penalty

- It's lights out and away we go!

- Lando bottled the start pt. idk (boy pls😭)

- George and Alex go wide

- I think Hungary damaged McLaren as a whole😔

- Went from a top contender team to a middle field team in a matter of days😨

- Charles is still first

- Max is already in 8th

- Behind Lando

- I am in despair

- Alex noted for leaving the track and gaining an advantage (2)

- Lewis overtakes Charles (3)

- Now leads the race

- Guanyu has no power (3)

- "He is destined for another race of misery" BROTHER😭

- Calling it now Max will win the race.

- "This might be a strategic masterplan of Ferrari" Crofty please don't lie to yourself

- Guanyu got the car running again

- "Something is moving down by my legs"

- Okay Lewis

- sounds familiar

- Guanyu retires (7)

- Hulk pits (8)

- Alex, Danny and Logan pit (9)

- Lewis is told to lift and coast

- Pierre pits (10)

- DRS train without Fernando... how weird

- Max and George pit (11)

- Mum pick me up I'm scared

- So many people pit (12)

- Including Lewis, Oscar, Valtteri and Checo

- Ferrari strategists bottling it once again

- Lewis almost crashes into Oscar in the pitlane omg (13)

- Oscar fastest lap (14)

- "Straight line speed is a fucking joke"

- Duh Lance, you're driving a fucking Aston Martin. The hell do you expect?

- Lando pits (15)

- Carlos in the gravel

- French civil war reenactment (Esteban overtakes Pierre)

- "Don't worry about it, Lando."

- War flashbacks

- He did, in fact, need to worry about it.

- Oh btw Carlos leads the race (19)

- I keep mixing up Alpines special liveries with Haas

- Anyone else? No? Just me? Okay.

- Checo parks the bus to keep George in front of Max LOL

- Carlos FINALLY pits (20)

- Alpines are faster than Aston Martin🫣

- Ferrari try a 1-stop...?? What the hell??

- George finally passes Checo (21)

- Max now behind his teammate

- Checo pits...? (22)

- indirect teamorders mayhaps?

- Lando in Max' DRS window

- "We are very slow on the straights"

- No Checo that's just you🙏🏻

- Lando is NOT catching up to Max (24)

- I'm praying for another Miami atp

- Ferrari fuck Charles' pitstop (25)

- Lewis pits (26)

- What was that camera angle on Lewis' pitstop😵‍💫

- Oscar leads for now (27)

- "Beware the quiet man" So true Crofty

- Carlos pits again (29)

- Do you reckon Oscar can bring it home in a one-stop?

- Lando pits (29)

- teamorders @ redbull

- Oscar pits (30)

- and hits the jackman🫣

- Lando overtakes Checo easily (31)

- George is really doing a one-stop

- Madman

- It's getting spicy between Max and Lando

- Nevermind, Max started pushing

- The fact he wasn't even pushing... yikes

- Oscar fights Charles for P3

- AND HE DOES IT! (35)

- Amazing move from Oscar here

- Danny Ric is in the points! I repeat! Danny Ric is in the points!

- Carlos overtakes Checo (39)

- That's embarrassing🫣

- Lewis in DRS window of George (41)

- it's getting exciting towards the end

- Checo pits?? (43)

- Final lap!

- OSCAR IN DRS WINDOW

- That mf really did it - he won on a one stop

- MERCEDES 1-2

- OSCAR P3

- WOWOWOWOW

- Also on a side note Checo finished P8

- So who's in the second Red Bull after summer break?

- Place your bets here!

- Anyways

- This was so fucking stressful

- but so exciting all the same.

- Onto the summer break (thank fuck)

- After the race, George's car was found to be a few kgs lighter than regulations state it needs to be.

🚨POST RACE BREAKING NEWS🚨

- 7pm local time: it has been confirmed - George Russell has been disqualified from the Belgian GP.

- George is facing a possible DSQ due to this.

- All of this came about at approx. 6:30 pm local time and is being investigated.

- This is the worst day of my life

- Well... after all that happened we sure as fuck need a break. A long one.

... Holy moly. That one was an emotional rollercoaster. And just after I said we need the summer break desperately. I really enjoyed the race (except for the whole George DSQ thing) but at the same I can't be more happy about summer break after these last two races😵‍💫

Have a nice summer break everyone, hope to see you even in the off-time occasionally!

[mouwrites]

Heyyy ich loveee your Wirtin sm and i would love to See a Kai x Reader story so like they are sitting on a house or something and they both don’t know who they are like u don’t know that the red ninja is Kai uk?

Anyways so Kai is telling about the girl in school he has a crush on and that would be y/n but he doesn’t know that he is telling her and in School they are like enemies so y/n would never ever think that it would be Kai telleing her . And like they often meet as Nina’s but don’t know their idenetie so they kept going to see eacht other and they got reallyyy close and y/n got even close with the other ninjas and they know Kai likes her at then at some mission y/n got hurt and Kai is saving her and then he like know who she is idk if it makes sense but after that like at the next day or something then they meet at the spot they always met and he tells her who he is and then they like fall in love 😻

I would love that 😍😍

Ooh yess!! This gave me miraculous ladybug vibes! :D

Word count: 1.6k

Ninjago - Falling for the Mysterious Red Ninja

You were on the rooftop with the red ninja. That’s all you knew him by; you didn’t know his name, nor did you know what he looked like under his mask. And he knew no more about you; beyond your f/c mask, you were a stranger.

Despite this, you got along pretty well. Fighting crime together is apparently a pretty good bonding activity. The long periods of peace between crimes permitted you to speak with each other; get to know each other, joke around, whatever you fancied in the moment.

Tonight, you somehow got on the topic of love.

“There’s this girl at my school,” the red ninja was telling you, “who I’ve got a huge crush on.” You could see the tops of his cheeks through the mask, and they turned pink as he spoke.

“She’s really cool. Spunky. We like to argue.”

“Like to argue?” You giggled.

“Well, I like it. I like seeing her get all passionate. Man, you should hear her insults—they’d make an old woman faint!”

“She sounds like a riot.”

“Oh, she is. She’s pretty, too… h/c hair, e/c eyes…”

He was interrupted by the blaring noise of an alarm down the street. Springing to your feet, you abandoned the conversation and rushed into action.

You didn’t get to continue your discussion. As soon as the cops came to collect the crooks, the red ninja saluted you and sprung away into the darkness, and you went home.

Pulling off your mask, you stared at yourself in the mirror. H/c hair, e/c eyes…

“Wait a second…” You leaned in, pursing your lips. “But he couldn’t have been talking about me. He doesn’t know what color my hair is.”

Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was you that he was talking about. The mere thought made your heart flutter. Though you hesitated to admit it, you had developed a little crush on the red-masked hero. His charming personality was just enough to win you over, but your genuine conversations made him beyond alluring to you. And perhaps that air of mystery about him was another quality that attracted you.

You could’ve spent the whole night mooning over the thought of him liking you back, but you had school in the morning, so you forced yourself to catch a few hours of sleep.

The next day, your face twisted in disgust when you boarded the bus to find all the seats but one filled. The single empty seat was right next to Kai, the boy you hated more than anything in the world.

“Starting the day off on the wrong foot, I suppose,” Kai grumbled as you plopped down next to him.

“Shut up before I cram your pencils where pencils are not meant to go.”

“Yikes! Not even 9 AM and she’s already plotting to kill me!”

You gave him a harsh elbow to the side, which finally shut him up. Finally, you had the quiet you needed to think about last night.

Those reddish brown eyes gazing at the moon, the stars reflecting in them like freckles of light, the breeze carrying the scent of fast food joints from the street up to the rooftops… the way his smooth voice talked, enchanted, about this mystery girl… This mystery girl that you hoped, prayed, was you.

Lost in your daydreams, you didn’t notice the pair of reddish brown eyes next to you, quietly admiring your thoughtful expression.

Nighttime couldn’t come quick enough. You waited on the rooftop where you always met the red ninja, but he was certainly taking his time. You tapped the tips of your feet together impatiently.

“F/c!” A familiar voice—not the one you were waiting for—came from behind you.

You whirled around, smiling under your mask. “Zappy!”

“The others are taking care of a gang fight a couple blocks over. Wanna patrol with me while they finish up?”

“You know I do.”

The blue ninja was another close friend of yours. Not quite as close as the red ninja, but you’d still call him a good friend. It was strange, the way you befriended these masked heroes without knowing a single thing about the people under those brightly colored masks.

It would be several more nights before you’d see the red ninja again. Though you appreciated your time with the other ninjas, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t anxious to see him again. Somehow he always managed to be off on a different mission, leaving you with another colored ninja for the night.

Your dissatisfaction was exacerbated by a certain pig at school. Seeing Kai every day was like a punishment; as if being deprived from your red-clad crush wasn’t enough. Your luck really seemed to turn for the worse when you were assigned to work together on a group project.

“Just let me do my part, and I’ll leave you to do yours.”

“Can’t you do my part, too?”

“What, are you gonna be too busy desperately flirting with every female you can find?”

“I’ll have you know that I am not desperate. There’s only one girl I’ve got my eye on.”

“Eugh, spare me the details. I pray for her, whoever she is. Poor girl.”

“And I pray for whoever you have a crush on, if there’s anyone so unlucky in this world.”

Your cheeks reddened a little as the image of the red ninja flashed in your mind.

“Wait, do you actually have a crush on someone?”

“No! Shut up!”

You buried your nose in your textbook, trying to hide your darkening face. Through the pages you couldn’t see the crestfallen expression of your partner.

So you really liked someone… He should’ve seen it coming. You were a stunner; you could get anyone you wanted. Of course you’d set your eyes on someone. You probably had full intentions of asking them out, too. Kai sighed, following your lead and burying his nose in his textbook. The words were like abstract symbols to him; he was falling too deep into despair to comprehend them.

He was grateful to be back out on the streets, taking his frustrations out on hooligans who deserved it. His anger fuelled him; he ran faster, jumped higher, punched harder, all in an effort to drain the rage of knowing his love had eyes for another.

He barely noticed you joining him. You had noticed him fighting a gang in an alleyway, and, perceiving that he was far outnumbered, decided to jump in. I’m like his knight in shining armor, you thought with a smirk. The smile diminished as you realized that he wasn’t even paying attention to you.

This upset you a little. Weeks of not seeing you, and this is how he acts?

You were distracted. The man you were fighting pulled a knife out and slashed at your face. You dodged, but not quick enough to completely avoid the attack. You let out an anguished yelp. Luckily it wasn’t enough to knock you over; you bounced back and downed the assailant in a single blow to the head.

You were bleeding. You could feel the fabric of your mask growing wet and sticking to your face. You touched your cheek, wincing as your fingers brushed over the cut.

“Woah, that looks bad.”

“So now you notice me,” you chuckled, turning to face the red ninja.

“Sorry, I was… preoccupied. Here, sit down. I have some gauze in my first-aid pouch.”

You resisted, but the thought of having his hands gently touch your face was irresistible. You slumped down against the wall of the alleyway. He crouched down before you, examining the wound with those brown eyes you adored so much.

He moved his hands towards your face, but hesitated. “I… I’ll need to take off your mask.”

Your heart pounded. Was it time? Was now the moment you’d reveal your identity to him? As the questions swirled in your head, your hands seemed to move on their own. You pulled off your mask.

His eyes went wide. He was frozen there, crouched before you, hands halfway between you both, for a solid few seconds. Then, you heard him whisper, barely audible through his mask: “Y/n?”

You could feel the enchanted look in your eyes extinguish. Did he know you? Did you know him?

Before you could voice your questions, he ripped off his own mask.

“Kai?!”

“I’m… actually really glad you’re the f/c ninja. I don’t think our connection at school is exactly romantic.” Seeing your baffled expression, he elaborated rather bashfully. “Uh, you know that girl I was telling you about a while ago? That girl is Y/n. You.”

You chewed your lip. “You know how I kind of implied that I had a crush? Well, that crush is the red ninja.”

“Me,” Kai breathed, a smile spreading on his lips.

You always hated that smile, but this time there was something different about it. You cocked your head, bringing a hand up to hold his cheek. There was a certain quality to his face, a face you spent years of your academic life hating, that now seemed irresistible. You moved your hand to the back of his neck and pulled him in.

The kiss was tender and gentle, but short. Kai pulled away first. You were about to ask what happened when you noticed the splotch of blood on his cheek.

You laughed, wiping the blood off with your thumb. Kai placed his hand atop yours, kissing your knuckles before returning your hand to your side.

“Now let me patch you up, my flower.”

Thank you for this fun request, anon! And thank you for reading! <33

(divider by saradika)

[awholelotofladybug]

On Ice 2: A Stammering Adrien AU Story

Based on this AU.

Disclaimer: The only characters or locations I own are the ones I make up. All other fictional characters and locations in Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir are the property of Thomas Astruc and Zag. Please support the official release.

Ladybug hissed at the cold as she navigated through a now-frozen Paris. Even with the new power-ups, every second she spent moving through the chilled wind felt like an hour. Her cheeks and nose were probably the coldest. She'd give almost anything for a scarf or a ski mask at that moment.

'Maybe thinking about warm things will help,' she thought. 'A blanket. No, warmer. Hot cocoa. Better, but still not warm enough. A nice campfire. Yeah, that's good. A big, heavy coat. That works too. Chat Noir. Wait, Chat Noir?'

Yes, amid her thinking, Ladybug saw her partner coming toward her, as fast as a torpedo.

"Chat!" she exclaimed with a smile.

"M'lady!" Chat shouted as he rushed to hug her. "Boy, am I glad to s-s-s-see you!"

Ladybug laughed. "You too, kitty. Say, how were the macaroons I gave you last week?"

"Delicious," said Chat. "Ate… Ate the whole box in one go."

"Careful, kitty. Don't want to overdo it with the sweets," Ladybug teased as she patted his stomach.

Chat chuckled. "Moi? Never."

Ladybug smiled. It was always great to catch up with Chat. It was just a shame it had to be during an Akuma attack. That's when the windchill came back.

"Brrrr. This cold is driving me crazy," said Ladybug. "We better get a move on and…"

"Put this Akuma on ice?" Chat said with a smirk.

Ladybug couldn't help but let out a snort. Yes, the pun was lousy, but in the funniest way. And she could see the smug look on Chat's face. He had one every time he made her laugh.

"Honestly," she said. "Are you a cat or a clown?"

Chat shrugged. "C-C-C-Can't I be both?"

With a few more chuckles, the young duo stopped their jesting and went through the streets to find the Akuma, hopefully before they caught frostbite.

Frozer laughed as he skated expertly across the frozen Parisian pathways.

"Ah, revenge really is like ice cream," he said. "Sweet and best served cold. Wouldn't you agree, Hawkmoth?"

"Overused metaphors aside," said Hawkmoth telepathically. "There's still the matter of Ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculouses."

"Keep your jacket on," said Frozer. "I'm sure those little pipsqueaks are on their way right now. And once they get here, I'll make them into Ladybug and Cat-sickles."

"Ooh, Do those c-c-c-come in different flavors? I'm p-p-partial to orange, myself."

Frozer's eyes went wide as he spun around to see none other than Ladybug and Chat Noir in the flesh.

Frozer smirked. "Well, if it isn't Paris' favorite pair of pipsqueak protectors. Come to see me turn Paris into my own winter wonderland?"

"Sorry, Frozer, but we're here to serve you a piping hot plate of justice," said Ladybug.

"Ooh," said Chat. "G-Great one-liner, m'lady."

"Yeah," said Frozer with a grin. "Great one-liner. I'd even say it was COOL!"

FWOOSH!

With one swift motion, Frozer sent a barrage of sharp icicles flying toward the heroes.

"M'lady, look out!" Chat exclaimed.

As he did, he pushed Ladybug and himself out of the way, only getting half of his tail cut off.

"Yikes!" said Ladybug. "Chaton, are you okay?!"

Chat picked himself up. "I'm alright, m'lady. J-J-J-Just a little winter wardrobe malfunction."

Ladybug would have made a witty reply, but she and Chat found themselves dodging another icy blast as Frozer continued his assault. It was one dodge after another in what almost felt like a dance for survival. Ladybug even caught herself doing a pirouette.

"You kids are good," said Frozer, "Would have made some excellent students if the city hadn't decided to RUIN MY LIFE!!"

As the villain ranted, Ladybug and Chat took cover behind a frozen bus.

"I think now would b-b-be a pretty good time for one of your lucky charms, m'lady," said Chat.

"Right," said Ladybug as she drew her yo-yo. "LUCKY CHARM!"

With a burst of energy and a flash of light, a large bag of salt materialized before them.

"A bag of salt?" Ladybug pondered.

"Of course," said Chat. "When salt d-d-dissolves, the sodium and chloride separate and..."

Chat's statement found itself cut short when an icicle pierced the ground in front of him, forcing him and Ladybug to move.

"Layman's terms?" Ladybug asked.

"Salt melts ice," said Chat. "Quick, toss me the bag."

Ladybug tossed Chat the bag, but as she did, she couldn't help but worry.

'Does he know what he's doing?' she thought.

However, just before he rushed off, Chat gave her a wink and a smirk. Her fears were put to rest.

'Oh,' she thought. 'He definitely knows what he's doing.'

Once he was close enough, Chat opened the bag, and did what he did best. He ran his mouth.

"Hey, F-F-F-Frozer, next time, try for a more original gimmick," he said. "There's, like, a dozen ice-themed supervillains already."

Frozer snarled. "You're judging me?! Who's the one running around in a kitty costume?!"

"No judgment," Chat said with a shrug. "I'm just... I'm just saying. Ice-themed villains are a dime a dozen."

Frozer's temper flared as he kept blasting at the young hero, only for him to dodge every shot

"Oops, touched a nerve. You know, for an ice villain, you're a real hothead," said Chat.

"You insolent little whelp!" Frozer exclaimed. "When I'm done with you, there won't be enough of you to fit in an ice tray."

Chat chuckled. "You know, I think you need t-t-to lighten up. No need to let a few jokes make you SALTY."

Salt was sprinkled all over the villain in the blink of an eye, and whatever wasn't on him made it to the ice beneath his feet. The once-solid ice became a pile of slush, and the villain would find himself hitting the ground with a painful THUD.

"Ladybug, now!" Chat exclaimed.

Ladybug wasted no time, skating as fast as her skates could carry her. She rushed over and snatched the earrings from Frozer's ears, smashing them until the Akuma finally emerged.

"No more evil-ding for you, little Akuma," she said with a swing of her yo-yo. "TIME TO DE-EVILIZE!"

The butterfly was captured, cleansed, and set free.

"Bye-bye, little butterfly," said Ladybug. "MIRACULOUS LADYBUG!!"

She tossed the empty bag of salt in the air, and in an instant, Paris went from a frozen wasteland to the City of Love again. Frozer transformed back into Phillipe, who couldn't help but shed a tear.

"I meant no harm," he said. "I was just trying to save my business, my dream."

Chat stepped up. "I'm sure a few more c-c-customers and a good lawyer can help. Your dream doesn't have to be over yet."

"Chat Noir's right," said Ladybug. "In fact, maybe we can help. We've pushed a product or two in the past."

"You two would do that for me? Oh, merci, Ladybug, merci beaucoup," said Phillipe as he picked himself up.

Ladybug nodded. "Whatever we can do to help."

With everything settled, Ladybug and Chat ended the mission with their signature fist bump.

"Bien Joué!"

Luka stood outside the locker rooms of the ice rink, conflicted.

'She's right in there,' he thought. 'You could just knock on the door, ask her to come out, and talk about it.”

Did Luka really want this? Did he want to risk breaking Adrien’s heart by asking Marinette out? It’s not like Adrien couldn’t find someone else, right? Then again, he knew for a fact that Adrien and Marinette loved each other. Did he really want to disrupt that? This debate went back and forth as his hand unconsciously moved toward the locker room door. That’s when he heard a loud “Ahem.” He turns to see an irritated-looking Kagami Tsurugi, causing him to gulp.

"Kagami, I swear, this isn't what it looks like..."

"I hope not," said Kagami. "Because it looked like you were about to be a total scumbag."

Luka threw up his hands in defense. "I was just going to knock, that's all."

"And then what?"

Luka sighed. That one question managed to put an end to Luka's mental debate.

"You know, for a second, I really was ready to disrupt their melody, just to be with Marinette," he said. "But I can't... No matter how much I want to."

"I know the feeling. Part of me wants Adrien more than anything, but he's chosen his target, and it's not me."

Luka exhaled. "Yeah. But hey, it's not that bad, right? I mean, they make each other happy."

"Yeah... Yeah, you're right," said Kagami. "And besides, there are plenty of fish in the sea, right?"

"Exactly. I ought to know. I live on a boat," said Luka.

Kagami shook her head. She could tell Luka was prouder of that joker than he had any right to be. Still, the point was as clear as crystal. Marinette and Adrien were meant for each other, and Kagami and Luka's destiny lied elsewhere. As this thought began to sink in, Marinette and Adrien emerged from the girl's and boy's locker rooms respectively. Without missing a beat, Kagami and Luka rushed to them.

"Are you okay, Mari?"Luka asked. "You're not hurt, are you?"

Marinette blushed and smiled. "I'm okay. No harm done."

Luka felt a wave of relief was over him. Meanwhile, Adrien was being inspected from head to toe by Kagami and Gorilla, causing his face to turn a bashful pink.

"I-Is this n-n-necessary?" Adrien asked.

"Hold still," said Kagami. "Gotta make sure you're okay."

Adrien shooed their hands away. "I'm fine. Really."

"Hey, don't you dismiss me," said an irritated Kagami. "I was worried."

"I know. I'm s-s-s-sorry. But really, I-I'm okay."

Kagami smiled. Everything seemed to wrap up nicely until Kagami caught Adrien and Marinette awkwardly avoiding each other's eye contact. She groaned softly, growing weary of this emotional rollercoaster, but then, with the ding of a phone notification, Kagami got an idea.

"Hey, Luka, my ride is here. You need a lift home?" she said with a wink.

"O-Oh, yeah, sure. Thanks," said Luka. "I'll get my things."

Adrien and Marinette's faces both went pale as they heard their friends' plan. Adrien shot a desperate look to Kagami, and Marinette to Luka. Both expressions screamed, "Please don't leave!" But these pleas fell on deaf ears, for better or worse, as Luka mouthed 'Good luck' to Marinette and Kagami mouthed 'You've got this' to Adrien. Without another word, the heiress and the musician were out the door, and Marinette and Adrien were left alone.

Adrien could already feel himself starting to shake. Left alone with his crush. What was he to do? He couldn't just run. What would she think of him? But that blunder they had on the ice was just so awkward, so embarrassing, how could they even hope to address it? Then again, if they didn't talk about it, would anything change? That's when Adrien made his decision. He took a deep breath, forced himself to stop shaking, and looked at Marinette.

"Hey, M-M-Marinette..."

Marinette gulped. "H-Hey, Adrien..."

"About what happened on the ice," he said. "I'm really s-s-s-sorry. I was... I was caught up in what I was doing, and..."

"No, no, no, I'm sorry. It was my fault," she said before chuckling. "Clumsy ol' Marinette, right? You're fine, really."

"You're not that clumsy all the t-t-t-time. Besides, I'm... I'm the one who got on the ice without knowing the first thing about skating."

"Yeah, but this was my idea, and..." Marinette said before shaking her head. "You know what, this is silly, letting a little spill embarrass us so much. Accidents happen, right?"

Adrien gave a sigh of relief. "Yeah, yeah. Accidents. That's all that was. An accident."

Marinette blushed. "So maybe, if you want, we can do this again?"

"Yeah," said Adrien with glowing, pink cheeks. "I-I'd like that."

Just then, Adrien felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked to see his bodyguard tapping his wristwatch.

"Oops, that's right. I have to go," said Adrien.

Marinette then looked at her phone. "My ride's here too. Have a good night, Adrien."

The two youngsters parted ways. Both seemed calm, but they were doing cartwheels and backflips in their heads. Despite the awkwardness and embarrassment, both were excited to see each other again. A small victory. One both Marinette AND Adrien hoped would lead to something more.

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[serendertothesquad]

Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "A Dish Served Odd" Episode Followup, Part 2

We move on to Part 2. Will Orli get the tour she deserves? Let's go and find out!

That's...it's...Orli, sweet summer child, we have discussed what that is.

Worse still, it's not even used for a gag or anything. It's just used so the librarian can get more shouting mileage. Jon, there ain't no "kachow" in the world that can save you.

JON I'M SERIOUS JON. JON. THAT'S NOT EVEN A CLOWN NOSE THAT IS A TARGET SPHERE WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING.

It...belonged to a clown...who bought things of the wrong size...off the Internet.

Look, this is the Oddverse, and that means I can look some stuff over, but I can't forgive this shit. Everyone and their mothers has bought stuff of the wrong size off of the Internet. Hell, I've bought stuff of the wrong side off the Internet. Where the fuck is my statue, huh??? WHERE THE FUCK IS MY STATUE.

"Yonder?"

"It means 'over there'. And if you watched Wander Over Yonder, you'd know that."

"...What?"

"Oh, it's a Disney cartoon."

"What's Disney?"

"Ozzie, you poor unfortunate soul."

Ah, I see I've found the "gadzooks" guy.

Unfortunately, it came free with a fucking "what person has photos of X" gag.

...YOUR ASS IS FUCKIN' TELLIN' ME THE MOVIE THING WAS A SCAM??????? ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? ALL THIS TIME I THOUGHT IT WAS ODD SQUAD THE MOVIE BEING CANONIZED AGAIN AND IT'S NOT AND I'M SO MAD and i'm off to the local wallfart to cry in my car

fuck you.

That's gonna be a "yikes" from me, bro. Followed quickly by "hell of a ventriloquist to be speaking like you have your mouth full."

Okay, Trifler, we've had big boi words dropped in this franchise before where no one explained what they meant, thank you.

"Come on, sweetie!"

I can feel the internal Olive cringe from where my ass is sitting in the living room right now.

I can also feel the stupidity radiating off this sonuvabitch and I'm waving my stop sign like a madman.

"See you in 10 years, big red bus."

"Who said you're going to be alive in 10 years?"

"...No, actually, you make a fair point. Damn."

"Act 2 cliffhanger!"

Honey, we are two minutes away from ending the episode. There are no acts. There are no cliffhangers. Smarten up.

Y'know, before today, there wasn't really any villain that I actively hated, other than Xavier and Xena. Who weren't really villains, but they were villainous.

Here, I finally found a bitch. Thank you. Kachow your way on outta here.

So they zap her with an Elbow-Patch-inator -- which, why do they have that in their inventory other than sheer plot convenience? -- and she likes it because it looks like sprinkles.

I couldn't make this sorry shit up if I tried.

Even in this spinoff, we still have the good old "agents let the villain walk away scot-free and don't monitor them for cleanup efforts" cliche.

There's a reason why cleaning up trash as part of community service has someone there to make sure you don't flake.

All that shit Orli had to go through and all she had to do was stop a criminal.

This would be like me getting free unlimited McDonald's because I tackled a guy stealing from the till, when I already paid through the app for my food.

It's stupid, is my point.

Y'know, I've made cracks about writers on drugs before, but Lightning Jon Macqueen must have been on something else to have this much flawed logic in the span of a single episode.

If you have the tour every decade, of course people are gonna get overexcited. If you have it, say, every month, the magic goes away because it's more common.

Don't have to be a dumbass lil' American like me to understand that. And the only way the faulty logic could be justified is if finances were brought into play, and I'm not willing to have a spirited discussion on Britain's financial status without many bottles of chardonnay and a couple joints of grass.

"Ma'am, this is an 11-minute episode of a TV show. This is not a movie."

"...So it's a movie?"

"I just said- ah, to hell with it. Forget it. But I hear there is a new Looney Tunes movie coming out soon..."

And your cast for this episode! Honestly, Horatia Hollywood sounds like a really weird villain name...especially considering there is no Hollywood in Britain as far as I'm aware.

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So that's it. Overall, for the first 11-minute episode, it was...a bit lacking. I don't think this spinoff, nor the staff working on it, have found their footing yet and are just tripping over their own feet. It's a good premise for an episode, but...it wasn't executed very well. I feel like not enough focus was given to the tour Orli was supposed to go on -- being an immigrant, it would make sense for her to take a tour of her new country, let alone her new town, but more focus was given to solving the case than the tour in and of itself.

Jon Macqueen has potential. I will give him the benefit of the doubt, absolutely (because after all, Britain is not Odd Squad's home country). But I'm hoping that, within the rest of the 20+ episodes we've got (going by 11-minute episodes, mind), he'll right himself and get to crafting beautiful episodes that make me smile and go, "Yes. This is what I want to see."

With that being said, thanks for reading. I'll see you all for the next followup for "Odd Jubilee". Which should be a funner episode, seeing as how it has a song. And anyone who knows me well knows I am a sucker for songs in my funny secret agent children math show.

Seren out!

[lilacliquors]

Hello, I saw you are asking for requests, so I got one. Remember you wrote about how Soldier Boy would be as a father for his baby daughter. Now, let's see him handle teenage years. All the drama, fighting, and boyfriend issues going around. But in the end, those two would always make up.

the teenage years were rough for him, he won't lie. rough because his little girl was growing up, and rough because she was getting into the high school years, and the stories you had ... yikes

the first argument happened when she came home late from the rock wall climbing club she was part of without letting either of you know. he didn't yell, he didn't swear, but it wasn't a secret that he was disappointed

the second argument happened when she missed the bus after being up far too late the night before, and he lectured her about being more responsible, of course pulling the 'back in my day' card with her

the third argument happened when he found out all of these instances of being late and missing things was because of a boy. and not just any boy, but a boy he didn't know. not one of her friends, a boy from rock wall climbing ...

he was so close to pulling the stern 'no boys until you don't live here' card, but the last thing he wanted to do was alienate her, make her feel like she was trapped in her own house, in her own bedroom

so, without your prompting, he did what he wished his own father did with him: he sat down and talked. and they talked about everything. about school, clubs, her homework, her hobbies, why she liked this boy, if he was treating her right, etc. and he did this because he wanted to understand

that night, she felt seen and heard by her father, and she hugged him tighter than she ever had before. no longer was she afraid of telling him about things, and no longer was he afraid of losing his little girl

[alarrytale]

Marte, sorry for running to you once again. I know you said multiple times that we should ignore what antis and solos say because they are never true but my mind just can´t process how their brain function when they say that H and Niall hate Zayn and Louis. I can´t help myself but those people who say this must be teenagers living in their fantasies that boys´ friendship are from some teenage movie like Mean Girls where there were wannabe wars between group of people based on some madeup beefs or idk. Grouping people who are the bad ones (Zayn and Louis) and who are the good ones (H and Niall) but based on what? Putting Larry aside now, Niall said last year that he sent his newest album to Louis to hear his opinion. Louis likes multiple posts on Niall´s IG and they literally performed at the same two festivals in Germany (but both different day so they literally met in the halfway of Berlin and Munich). I know there was some beef between Zayn and Louis but again, they overcame it, interacted multiple times on IG and so I am sure H is okay with Zayn as well and vice versa especially after Liam´s death. So I just don´t fcking understand why and based on what those fans are making up these wars between them.

Hi, anon!

I just don't understand why you are using so much of your energy on people who clearly hasn't got their facts straight and buy into the media created internal friction between the boys.

Who cares what they think? Just don't pay any attention to them. They're uneducated, gaslighted and they think you have to throw the others under the bus to support your favourite.

The boys were overworked, abused and were played against each other. They were living on top of each other, locked in hotel rooms and they were suffering mentally and turned to drugs and alcohol. They're realising now that the friction between them was due to the circumstances they were in. I don't think anyone blames anyone for what they all had to do to cope. They're in process of mending their relationship with Zayn, but nobody has ever hated anybody.

If you need validation of your own views, to confirm antis and solos are wrong, then i can give you that. They're wrong. Now that we have established that they are wrong, avoid them like the plague for your own sanity. There are people with distorted views and wong opinions everywhere. They're just creating drama. Let them be and don't get worked up about it. Just say "yikes" and move on. That works wonders for me!

[mydysfunctionalvampirefamily]

Sweet lord, Pendragon's clothes! He looks hot! I especially love the tie. Modern vampire aesthetic is so incredibly on point.

Showing up in a suit and tie at a rave says one thing though: I'm not here to have fun.

Damn Johnny, just throwing that baby vamp under the bus!

Okay but why does it sound like theyre gonna explain how to defeat the sabat, with the sabat right there? 😂

I also cannot believe I wrote another name wrong, and that it's Selina instead of Selena.

Idk why Pendragon showing up would fix this??

Fucking dark Selina knowing exactly what to say to get a rise out of Pendragon. 😂

It's kind of funny to see him in the back foot for once.

Damn Britta, rising to the ocasion as always.

Oh no! Dark Selina and Britta. Uhoh.

Combat, yeah that was only a matter of time. Oh nvm Pendragon stopped her, but he showed his hand in his interest in Britta though.

He tucks her behind him???? Awwwww.

Lmao Pendragon is so awful. Threatening to kill everyone.

Johnny you're giving up all the secrets in public! And putting Neil in the spotlight!

AAAAAAH JOHNNY! what are you doing???

Damn Pendragon knows how to give a speech. Even if what he says is kind of awful.

You cannot tell me that Pendragon did a little internal fistpump when dark Selina looked impressed and unpleased with him.

Whethers, yes come support your boy. 😭 Hugging him, goddamn, giving a peptalk.

Poor Eden, she just thought this was gonna be a rowdy party. Yikes.

Eww dark Selina complimenting Johnny and telling him she's going to take him away. 😬 Yikes.

Katerina? I love a redhead. More lore? 👀

Johnny's sire???? We get even more complications??? I was already shocked they could talk to each other. Omg.

Wynn! You're talking like you might leave the coterie. 😭 Oh Wynn, you're making me sad, I judt want to give you a hug. Give you someone to cling to for once.

Wynn it's not your job to punish people though. Also he talked to you!! You know what he said!

Wynn talking about wanting to die, to keep her soul 'whole' enough to see her child again when she dies. Scared of living too long and damaging your soul too much to see your family. That is rough, but also understandable.

Oh my god! After this deep talk Johnny calling Kabir to break Whethers's car. 😂 (part of me always imagines Withers from bg3 for a second whenever Whethers is mentioned)

[universesrising]

Ooooo what are everyone's wings? Are they biological? Are they artificial for certain team members (Zane and Pixal)? Are the wings connected to the elements of a master or the product of magic shenanigans? Very neat designs as well and I love Jay's wing design here!

[initiating wall-of-text.exe... please stand by]

OKAY SO! we've seen jay's wings, how the notable thing about lightning are the baubles on the tips of them and their usually vibrant colors. another thing to note is that these baubles usually glow, since they're quite literally full of lightning. think a weird solid plasma ball. they stop glowing when he's asleep.

the others, let's go with cole first. cole's wings are HUGE, so he's very slow to get in the air and in flying in general. they've got armor too in the form of all them rock-scales, so they're also heavy, hence the clumsiness. not easy to take this man down when he's on the ground, but in the air... yikes.

kai's wings are pretty neat, because they are ALWAYS GLOWING. the entire wings. all the time. fire is just like that, funny bioluminescent scales. unlike jay's glow this never stops ever. since he's also water descended he does have a bit of the [ALSO GLOWING] patterns that come with that, so all in all he is just a VERY SHINY boy.

nya is much the same. she is not spared from her brother's shininess. except her water descendant markings are both more prominent and much brighter than the rest of her wings.

lloyd?? has four wings?? [thank you legogeek] and they are very green and gold?? built for speed, like jay's, but other than that literally no one knows what's going on with him. help this man.

now ZANE. you have a very good question. cause the nature of the Gifted usually wouldn't include androids in the whole shebang, but zane?? has wings?? that DEFINITELY weren't there when he was created. so how did that happen?? in-universe, zane has extremely complicated origins in general, but basically long story short, your local ice dragon took one look at him and said "my son." and well. yeah. turns out androids can also become Gifted if a dragon is VERY determined about it. his wings themselves, they don't quite match color-wise to a regular descendant of ice, since he's, y'know, made of metal, but the talons [the Way To Tell for ice descendants] look as if they're made of ice, though are very strong and sharp and please do not touch them

[also it's the dragons themselves that choose the GIfted, fun lore fact!]

the wings themselves are most certainly part of them once they become Gifted, even for zane [pixal is not a Gifted in the au SOBS]. it acts like they've always been there, save for the adjustment period of "oh stars how do i move these limbs i have literally never had before??".

in terms of elements, the wings are connected to them, technically, since what your wings are determine what your element is. it's easy to tell a Gifted's element this way, going off of the specific attributes each wing has [jay's baubles, kai's G L O W, etc].

to expand on how the wings are given, yes, as i said before, it's the dragons that choose a Gifted. every once in a while, a dragon or a few travel to Ninjago to select their Gifted. once they find their chosen, through - yes - magical shenanigans, they give their wings to them, and i mean that quite literally. one dragon usually comes along specifically for being the team bus driver to bring the now-wingless dragons back to the First Realm.

and that is Lore Part 2 of the Wing!AU! thank you very much for this question and the ability to scream about this lovely lil thing some more. i am entirely normal about wings. trust me.

[and i'm glad you like jay's design! even if i did forgET TO COLOR SOMETHING PROPERLY-]

[valleygirlfag]

Ngl Ive been feeling off since I got on the bus this morning and some fuck boy was wearing the same calogne as my ex roommate and now I'm feeling super triggered bc I was going through photos and ended up at screenshots from the end of our friendship and pics of the cat they gave to me and then wouldn't let me keep yikes!

[nuagederose]

As the Seasons Grey | Chapter Twenty-One: A Saucerful of Secrets

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“I can’t believe she took the pen I gave you,” Eric declared.

They had gotten back into his car and were about to head on back home, but he instead took a detour and rode along the water’s edge there in Sheepshead Bay towards one of those older, smaller bookstores. It had been quite some time since the two of them had actually gone out and done something all on their own, and without it being a weekend, as well. Christine sighed through her nose and shook her head at that.

“What’s worse is I didn’t mean to leave it there on the table,” she confessed.

“Oh, yeah, I totally get that,” he assured her as he clicked on the windshield wipers for the cold rains as they became torrential with each passing stoplight. “She must have seen it and thought, ‘hmm, this belong to Alex.’ But I still don’t get the logic there because if it belonged to him, then why take it? That makes no sense whatsoever to me.”

Christine felt a vibrating sensation against her thigh, and she took out her phone for a look at the screen; lucky for her, Eric pulled up to the next stoplight.

“Oh! There’s my mom.”

But the phone went right to voicemail before she could do anything else about it. She pressed the button for her inbox and listened to the message.

“They’re down at Kingsbrook,” she relayed to him. “Room Nine. Visiting hours are every day, eleven to seven. And here it is, almost eight o’clock, so we can go whenever we want.”

“Beautiful,” Eric said with a flash of a thumbs up to her. “When do you reckon we should go?”

“Well, let’s see… we both have school tomorrow, so maybe after school? We could drive down there rather than take the bus.”

“It’s only a few blocks from us, anyway.”

“She also said he’ll be there at least a week,” Christine continued, albeit with a slight tremble to her voice. “He’s stable, but it’s a long road to recovery, though.”

“And then he’s gotta go through rehab, too, I would think,” Eric added as the light turned green.

“Yeah. He overdosed on morphine, believe it or not.”

“Yikes. How’d he get morphine? Does she know?”

“No clue. They thought it was fentanyl at first, but they ran some tests and found it to be straight up morphine.” She sighed through her nose again, and Eric reached over to set a hand on her shoulder.

They reached the bookstore at the end of the block, only to find it closed early for the night, and with nothing more to add, they returned to their apartments. Once Eric parked out in front of her building, he put his arms around her one last time before she climbed on out to the rain.

“What time you want me to pick you up?” he asked her.

“Same time as usual,” she said. “The fun starts when the finals come about.”

“Oh, shit. I hope the final for Mr. Hansen’s class isn’t that bad.”

“Doubt it,” she assured him. Christine climbed out of the car and into the cold rain; she waved at him one last time before she made her way into the dry front lobby of the building. The other side of the hall was still silent by the time she unlocked her door and called it a night.

The next morning, Eric picked her up and they drove off to school together with those two boys Greg and Louie: the rain still had yet to turn into snow, although Christine had her worries that it was about to become that soon enough; she and Eric both walked along in heavy black boots while Greg and Louie both braved it in straight white sneakers.

Mr. Hansen was in for class that day, but Christine did in fact catch Alex in the cafeteria at the usual spot by the bar on the far side of the room, and with the mug that she had made for him in hand.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” she declared as she came within earshot of him.

“A little something to show some pride,” he explained as he raised the mug and took a sip.

“What’s in there, by the way?” She set down her bag on the table and nestled up next to him.

“Some black tea courtesy of Nelly,” he explained. “I confessed to her how I wanted it in my mug rather than a straight cup and she happily did it for me.”

He sipped on it again, and she looked past him at Nelly, who then flashed her a wink from the counter there.

“There’s a trio show coming on Saturday night,” he told her with a little twinkle to his eye. “You and Eric are both invited, too. The three of us will get you two the best seats in the house.”

“Oh, excellent! I hope he and I can come along.”

“How’s your dad doing by the way? Did you hear from your mom yet?”

“Yeah, she called me last night. He’s okay but it’s going to be a long road to recovery, though. He overdosed on morphine of all things.”

“I’ve actually known a couple of people who overdosed on morphine,” he recalled with a grave look on his face. “They both recovered but they looked like death had rolled them both over. I hope your dad can pull through in a single piece because all I know is it makes you feel sick, slows you down, and makes you hallucinate, and that alone is enough to make you weak after the fact. In fact, I should probably look more into that because it’s actually inadvertently fascinating…” His voice trailed off as he reached into his shirt pocket for something, and Christine recognized that shiny smooth exterior under the fluorescent lights, much to her shock and surprise. It was that exact pen that Eric had given her along with the sand dollar.

“Wow, uh… where did you find that?” she sputtered, and she resisted the urge to say it was her pen.

“Would you believe she gave this to me,” he said with a shake of his head. “Said she just found it and thought I would like it. I guess it’s one of those pens that the astronauts use up in space.” He then stopped for a second as he noticed the look on her face. “What’s wrong?”

She peered over her shoulder: Nelly had disappeared back into the kitchen and Eric was nowhere to be seen. She returned to him and the quizzical look on his handsome face.

“Eric gave me that pen,” she explained in a low voice. “That exact pen. I accidentally left it on the coffee table last night.”

He frowned. “Wait. When were you there? I mean, I know you were there, but when were you there after?”

“We came over the other night—right after you gave me those books—to see if you were home at all,” she explained. “Eric still had some questions he wanted to ask you. We got over here and found the door was unlocked.”

“I left the door unlocked for her because she lost the key,” he explained. “She was to drop off some things as well as a thing of money. I had to run out real quick to make a phone call—I was around the corner up the street because my reception kept going in and out.”

Christine shook her head. “I don’t recall seeing any money,” she confessed.

Alex gaped at her. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“I was wondering why I didn’t see an envelope around there,” he muttered, and then he raised his eyebrows at her. “So, what you’re saying is this is stolen.”

“Yes.”

“And from you, no less.”

“Yes-sir-ee-bob.”

Without further hesitation, he handed her the pen and flashed her a wink.

“I don’t ever have to tell her,” he declared, to which Christine fetched up a sigh.

“Alex, Eric and I were both wondering…” She stopped, and then he lowered his glasses a bit for a look into her eyes.

“Why do you let her walk all over you like that? I mean, I know what you told me before but I just…” Christine shook her head and closed her eyes.

“What?” He cocked his head to the side and rested a hand on her shoulder.

“She makes it sound like you’re at fault by having a job and doing stuff for a living. It’s just so fucked to me.”

His face fell at that, and she shook her head and turned away from him as if she was about to climb off the stool.

“Look, I’m sorry,” she blubbered. “I don’t know why I—”

“No,” he stopped her. She held still: out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Nelly over there at the counter with a pair of baskets of food before her.

“No. No, no, no. Don’t.” Alex nibbled on his bottom lip and then he slid off his stool and sauntered over to the counter. Christine watched him, from the moment he nodded at Nelly to the thoughtful look that never escaped his face for one second. He set the basket of French fries and a gyro down before her before he slid back into his seat.

“That’s literally how it is with me and her,” he explained. “I try to tell her that—I need money and peace of mind, and… I really want to say that she just doesn’t get it because it’s not like she works all the time like what I do. She’ll go on assignment sometimes but that’s pretty much it. And it’s not like architects make much, either.”

“But why, though, is what I’m asking. Why do you let her do this to you when it obviously brings you great pain?”

“Well, like I said before, I still love her. I don’t love her nearly as much as I love you, but I do still love her. It’s hard to let go, especially when we really have done so much for each other.” He shook his head. “I guess sometimes moving on is the way to go, though, difficult as it may be at times.”

He picked up a fry and blew on the top before he took a bite.

“Oh, my god,” he said.

“Delicious?” she asked him.

“They’re perfect today,” he told her. “Nice and crispy with that Nelly touch.” He popped the rest into his mouth and closed his eyes.

“You know what I really want to do? Something I have pretty much always wanted to do but I just never had the money or the time to do it?”

“What’s that?” she asked as she picked up a fry for herself.

“World music. You know. Music from all the continents save for Antarctica. Instruments from all the continents. A music student’s wet dream and—” Alex set a hand on her knee, out of sight from everyone else’s prying eyes. “—an artist’s biggest fantasy.”

“You want me to be onboard with that?” Christine was stunned.

“If it ever happens, like… if we live in the perfectest of perfect worlds. I have the money and the time, and you take the plunge and go full-time art. Yes, I—absolutely would want you with me on it. Understand I promised the same thing to her, but she seemed on the fence with it, though.”

Christine scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Pfff, typical.”

He chuckled at that, albeit a nervous chuckle.

“Architects don’t make much, really?” she asked him.

“They make more than a teacher and a musician combined, I’ll tell you that.” She gaped at him, and he nodded at that. They fell into momentary silence as they indulged in their gyros and those hot French fries, straight out of the fryer. She could feel Nelly over there watching their every move as if she had her ear pressed onto the heartbeat of their relationship. In a way, she could feel their pulse, especially when she coaxed Christine into it to begin with.

“So, you didn’t answer my question,” he finally spoke up. “Do you want to do art for real?”

“I’m definitely thinking about it,” she replied. “I’m going to sign up for drawing class tomorrow when it’s my turn to sign up for classes.”

“Excellent!” Though he had his glasses on, she could still make out the mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“I should teach art,” he suggested in a low voice.

“That’d be interesting,” she noted. “Art and music teacher!”

“I am kind of a Jack of all trades, after all,” he stated with a wink, a nudge of his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and another careful bite of gyro.

“I kind of want to draw you even though I can’t draw worth shit,” she declared, to which he chuckled.

“You can draw, you just need someone to nudge you along,” he assured her. “If you can pick up a pencil, you can draw. Let me ask you this, do you catch yourself doodling at all?”

“Sometimes,” she said. “Not always, but I’ll do it when I have nothing else to do, though.”

She noticed that his eyes locked onto that shiny pen, which she kept before her there on the table.

“I want you to doodle me something,” he commanded.

“Right now?”

“Yes, right now! Doodle me something—the first thing that comes to mind.” He set a napkin before her and then handed her the pen. Christine swallowed, and she couldn’t help but feel the feeling of nerves within her. She had never been asked on the spot like that, and her mind fell blank as a result as well. She held the pen, that smooth surface against her skin, the power of the astronauts as well as the sailors, and she looked down at the napkin before her. She could feel that blank surface staring back at her, as if it was mocking her. She swallowed again, and she yearned for a big glass of water right then.

“Don’t overthink it, Christine,” he advised her. “Just relax and show me what’s going through that head of yours.”

She looked down at the napkin again, at those fine grains and slightly raised bumps across the surface. All she could think about was her father in the hospital.

Carefully, she brought the tip of the pen down to the paper and began to draw a human head with a view from the side, complete with the short hair which Kenny had donned for years. She made his eyes closed and his lips pursed, as if he was under anesthesia, though morphine alone was enough to keep him out of it for a time. She swallowed as she gave him a neck and a pair of shoulders, the latter of which were donned in a hospital gown. Alex propped his head up in the palm of his hand and watched every stroke of the pen.

Christine worried that she would make a mistake given the ink was permanent and could bleed through onto the table if she wasn’t careful enough. But she persisted. Alex trusted her and encouraged her to do it as she moved onto the arms, followed by the meter on his finger to the heart monitor.

Alex sipped on the last of his tea and munched on a few more fries, and all the while, he never took his eyes off of her.

She drew a curved line over his waist to signify the hospital blankets. She added a bit of hatching to the top and sides of the blankets for depth.

“You sure you haven’t really drawn before?” he asked her.

“Not really. I never felt good enough to carry it onward.”

Christine added the foot of the bed followed by some more hatching in the top of the scene to signify the darkness of the hospital room. She held still as he lowered his glasses and scanned it over in silence. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach as he tapped on the bottom of the napkin.

“Sign your name,” he told her. “Sign your name and give that to your dad when he wakes up.”

“He’s awake but—”

“Still. Sign your name and give that to him when you go see him.”

Carefully once again, she wrote her name right under Kenny’s arm, Christine Elizabeth Peck, in soft cursive. Alex leaned back in his stool and ate the last of his French fries.

“There’s an artist inside of you, Christine,” he encouraged her the way a teacher would. “In fact, I’m inclined to say that there’s a great artist inside of you, especially when I think about all that you had been through. You don’t realize it, but there’s an artist inside of everyone—and so many are not lucky enough to have someone else in their life to coax them along towards it.”

Christine let out a low whistle as she had no idea what to say to that. In fact, as far as she knew, it was time to head on back to class. It was one thing with the mug in his hand, but for her to draw him that right before his eyes made her feel as though she had been exposed.

Before either of them could say anything else, his phone rang, and he took it out of his pocket. He sighed through his nose as he looked on at the caller ID.

“Excuse me, my Strawberry Girl,” he said in a soft voice. Christine took one glimpse at it for herself, only to recognize that name and number even from a fleeting glimpse. He picked up his mug in his other hand, and that was when Christine took a look at the clock on the other side of the room. She scooped up his empty basket as well as her own, and she stacked them together for a second as she gathered her book bag, the pen, and the napkin.

She brought them over yo the trash can and padded outside to the cold gray: the clouds overhead hung low, and the wind was cold. She knew for a fact it was going to snow.

Christine stood on the top step of the stairs with the wind at her back as if it was guiding her along the sidewalk. He stood there at the corner of the street before her with his phone to his ear and his face directed in the opposite direction. She didn’t even have to see his face to see the pain there.

She nibbled on her bottom lip, and she didn’t even need the snow around her for her to coax the words out for herself, “What can I do to change your mind, Alex Skolnick?”

[shutth3puckup]

Boston anon here, I have one story that you guys might find interesting in particular. As I said, I've worked in the service industry for a few years in Boston/Allston/Fenway area (big with college students and hockey players). I've met countless of the players or have friends who know/have gotten with players in the past. Most of these guys are VERY unloyal to their gf's. So much to the point where their gf's are friends with the other girls they hook up with which shocked me at first. One former BU player, now in the NHL, you can probably guess who... was a regular at a bar I've worked at. He had a group of girl friends who he would hang with but he would also regularly get with them, and the girls knew but didn't care. He also was in a sort of situationship with this influencer for what seemed like years and would constantly reassure her that she was the only one and then fuck her friends behind her back but she never did anything about it. They have such a toxic culture, especially given that these boys were in college at the time too...yikes. But he spread some really nasty rumors about her and would think he was hot shit bc the bouncer at my bar liked his team and would let them in, even thought they were like 18 or 19.

But as I was saying, a certain BC prospect who was recently drafted was at one of these parties I bartended and let's just say he was so drunk he fell down a flight of stairs, got cut off, hit on me and my coworkers (I'm a couple years older but my coworker was 28), and then proceeded to leave with his girlfriend after having tried to get with about five other girls in front of her. In the bathroom, I heard a girl crying and her friends trying to comfort her because she was sobbing, "he's been flirting with other girls all night." I assured her she was way out of his league, he was stupid, and she calmed down. Turns out she was friends with one of the girls he was flirting with the whole night, I think they were teammates.

I am debating on whether or not I should publicize a story about one of the other BU alumni and a prospect from this year that my friend and I had a run in at a BC hockey men's party. Happy to share more. But yeah Zegras is a major fuckboy in college and still is to this day, but that's a whole other story lol.

Unfortunately none of these stories surprise me. Stories like this happen in all major hockey towns, and Boston has an NHL, AHL, multiple colleges and junior teams. Hockey players are scum, no matter the level.

I ran into my ex who plays in Europe at a bar a few weeks ago and he tried so hard to get me to go home with him but he has a gf of over 2 years, they have a dog together. Like if she isn’t reason enough to not cheat, I feel like the dog should be.