#i've been trying to take something all day but my game kept crashing ;;

[lilacmox]

Happy Birthday @cyberpunkaddict!! I'm so thankful that I won your gif competition because my cyberpunk vp journey wouldn't have been the same without you! 💜 I hope you've had an amazing day! And thank you for your friendship and all your help 💕 Happy Birthday, Vicky!

[dxsole]

@filthystill

Crackle, crackle, spit, crackle crackle. The sun was setting on a long two days that run into one. A couple different jobs, couple things crossed off his list, and somehow, among the chaos, saving this sorry sack. Buck had a habit of showing up in odd places, some sort of omen. He had a certain respect for Buck, always surround yourself with people smarter than you, and Bucks kinda smarts was the kind Jimmy took a shine to -- the kind that made money. High reward, high risk. Part of the game. It was all a roll of the dice. You know, Jimmy used to go the ponies every time he did some wet work, for the mob. It was all just luck. Buck had been lucky they were on his list. "It's alright man," he'd been through a lot, poor guy. Jimmy offered him his blunt, after three sharp and rusty inhales. The burning car door burst open, man on fire erupted, he'd tried to escape. Jimmy had put a stop to that. Voice box melted. Burning husk on the floor. "You wanna go crash my daughters birthday party?"

Buck's never been quite sure about luck, in all honesty. To the outside, many would say he would have to be fairly lucky to not be in jail right now or dead in some ditch because someone lost just the right amount of money to him to become homicidal.

To him it was more of an understanding of how people functioned. Reading them. And any good conman knows that being able to read the room and sniff out a sucker is what made you successful.

Take Jimmy; Jimmy is generally unpredictable in most people's eyes. Just when you think you've got him figured out, he does something outside of the persona you've crafted in your head of him. Trying to make a mental dossier of a guy like Jimmy was where they first went wrong; you aren't going to peg Jimmy in a similar way that you can't peg Buck.

Buck has spouted so much bullshit in his time that no one really can tell what parts of his stories are the kernels of truth or what is a blatant lie. Is he conning you or does he actually enjoy your company? It's near impossible to tell.

Although, he's feeling very generous with the truth right now, seeing as he's been shot and all. Fun fact: you can always learn more about a person when they're in excruciating pain.

"Thanks kid," He mutters out between gritted teeth. It's not a fatal wound but it certainly busted his leg up good. He takes a puff to take the edge off, blowing out a ring for no other reason than the needed concentration to do so kept his mind off the bullet hole.

He takes one more puff before squinting at Jimmy. "Kid, I love you...and I'm sure your kid is a doll, but I've gotta— wait, there's cake right?" Squint deepens. "What kind?"

[cowboylikesubai]

bsd characters as taylor swift lyrics pt.1

lemme know if they were accurate 😚

atushi:

i've been the archer / i've been the prey... / who could ever leave me darling? / but who could stay-?

akutagawa:

and now that i'm grown, i'm scared of ghosts/ memories feel like weapons / and now that i know, i wish you left me wondering

i can't let this go/ i fight with you in my sleep the wound won't close/ stained glass windows in my mind/ i regret you all the time...

chuuya:

and I can go anywhere I want / anywhere I want, just not home / and you can aim for my heart, go for blood / but you would still miss me in your bones

dazai:

i wake up screaming from dreaming one day i'll watch as you're leaving/ cause you got tired of my scheming/ it's me, hi, i'm the problems it's me

kunikida:

you're not my homeland anymore / so what am I defending now? / you were my town / now I'm in exile, seein' you out / i think I've seen this film before

kyoka:

from sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes / i gave my blood sweat and tears for this

i looked around in a blood-soaked gown and i saw something they can't take away / cause there were pages turned when the bridges burned

kenji:

cause he was sunshine i was midnight rain / he wanted it comfortable i wanted that pain / he wanted a bride i was making my own name, chasing that fame / he stayed the same, all of me changed like midnight rain

^^^the manga readers know what i'm on about lol

yosano:

dear john, i see it all now that you're gone.../ don't you think ninenteen's (eleven) too young to be played by your dark twisted games / when i loved you so?

ranpo:

power went to my head and I couldn't stop / ones I loved tried to help, so I ran them off / and here I sit alone behind walls of regret / falling down like promises that I never kept

and I feel like my castle's crumbling down / and I watch all my bridges burn to the ground / and you don't want to know me, I will just let you down / you don't wanna know me now

tanazaki:

they told me all of my cages were mental / so I got wasted like all my potential / and my words shoot to kill when I'm mad / i have a lot of regrets about that

koyo:

ladies always rise above / ladies know what people want / someone sweet and kind and fun / the lady simply had enough..../ while he was doing lines, and crossing all of mine / someone told his white collar crimes...to the FBI

higuchi:

and they called off the circus, burned the disco down / when they sent home the horses and the rodeo clowns / I'm still on that tightrope / I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me

gin:

now you hang from my lips like the gardens of babylon / with your boots beneath my bed / forever is the sweetest con.

tachihara:

i never trust a narcissist / but they love me / so I play 'em like a violin and I make it look oh so easy / 'cause for every lie I tell them / they tell me three

^^ again, iykyk

fukuzawa:

cause for a moment a band of thieves in ripped-up jeans got to rule the world / long live all the walls we crashed through / i had the time of my life fighting dragons with you / and bring on all the pretenders / one day, we will be remembered.

should i do a part 2???

[tobiasdrake]

At long last, it's time. The siege has begun.

I'm going to bring this place crashing into the ocean. While on fire.

I hope you got everything out of your miserable unlife that you wanted, Aephorul. Because I remember exactly how I felt that day, and the blood hasn't left my eyes since.

Alright, team. This is it. You know what this is and you know what we're here to do. By the end of today, I want to be holding Aephorul's heart or the nearest desiccated organ left in his rotting skeleton of a body in my bare hand.

Erlina will be waiting for us in there. We're going straight through her and not even looking back.

Let's paint the sky red.

I shouldn't be surprised that Aephorul's idea of a locking mechanism is disgusting. I am, however, impressed with his commitment to the bit. Dude loves his fleshy shit.

Um. Hi? I don't think we've met. Yes, we are here to either liberate or butcher you. Please specify which of the two you would like to order.

One order of butchering coming right up.

*sigh*

You know, I'm starting to develop a love/hate relationship with alchemy. I love it when it's on our side and hate it when it's on theirs.

We don't have time for this.

Goodbye, some dude I've never heard of whose name is probably a Monkey Island reference.

...well. Fuck.

Sure would be nice if there was an alchemist in our midst who didn't abandon me like everyone else and could instead mix up more of that anti-psychic juice. But I guess we'll have to deal.

As tempting as your illusory robot flirtations are, I am currently fueled by far too much homicidal zeal to sleep. The adrenaline coursing through my veins won't let me.

YOU'RE NOT EVEN HERE YOU BASTARD. Shut the fuck up.

...why....

...would that ever be a thing that is happening to me....

What could possibly have occurred in my journey that would result in this taking place? That last one was pretty decent, 7/10, but this is a solid 2. You need to up your psychedelic game, Aephorul because this acid trip just got a lot less convincing.

See? Like that. You dream-vision me into the Humble Boast and send me into the kitchen to see the chef, I expect to see fucking Garl at the cookpot. That would be a potent vision. I might even be inclined to forget how obviously fake it is because I just want to see him again so badly.

Instead, you give me a mole man. Great. Because that's something that's going to win me over and make me want to forget why I came here.

This is the shittiest predatory illusion I've ever been under the influence of. Hall of Illusions, I demand to speak with your manager.

THERE YOU ARE. You better listen the fuck up and listen good because I've got about a dozen--

Hey, wait a second. Serai, isn't this that other guy you wanted us to murder? I guess he transferred departments after finishing up with Repine, and now he has a new job. That he fucking sucks at.

You should believe her. We're kind of on a streak in the blood vengeance department.

By the way, body covered in eyes? Not a great choice. You've riddled yourself with vulnerable spots. You're basically giving her a whole mess of options for what to stab.

Yeah, just like that. That's exactly what I'm talking about.

That one looks like it hurt. I didn't think a face consisting solely of a gigantic eye wouldn't be capable of pulling off the "OH GOD MY TESTES" face but there it is.

He's trying so hard to save face and not look like he's fleeing for his life while whimpering because he just got stabbed in the junk.

Oh, you've got fanboys with glowsticks now. Yep, that'll do it. Sure to keep you safe. You've definitely--

Oh no, your useless trash goblins all died unexpectedly. It is a mystery.

By the way, you probably shouldn't have kept your eyes on me because--

AGAIN! I KNOW! Man, she's really got it out for you.

This is the most fun I've ever had filing a complaint.

The "I'm going to go get my big brother to beat you up" energy going on right now is amazing. Delivered in the smuggest possible tone.

The new bodyguards are nice, they look tougher than the last, but they don't exactly protect you from....

...that. They don't exactly protect you from that.

You gonna suck it up and take your-- and he's running again.

This wasn't quite what I was expecting when I stormed in here to commit a murder but honestly, I'm so glad I was here for this.

[rscroogedraws]

Here are a couple of my favorite (not too spoiler-ific) scenes from a couple of my in-progress fan fics.

I've had an uphill battle with bad writer's block and inconsistency with any kind of creative fiction for the past several years now. It hurt having such a hard time with that since I've wanted to become some kind of fiction author since I was six and I used to actively write analyses for YouTube stuff. So the fact I've eked out a couple chapters for each of these feels like a huge accomplishment to me.

I appreciate all of the feedback or interest I've gotten for pretty much any of my projects over the past year or so. Seriously, even if you're just leaving a like, it's made a difference to me knowing someone enjoyed my work enough to take a second to interact with them in that kind of capacity.

A03 is down for maintenance at the time I'm posting. I'll update these with links once they're back up later today or tomorrow.

Edit: Links have been added!

Not Quite an Elevator Pitch

O.K. K.O. Let's Be Heroes! Fan Fic

Synopsis: Professor Venomous is back in Lakewood Plaza Turbo! He thought returning would be as easy as move back into Boxmore and start attacking the Plaza. Instead, he's not quite sure what to do next and is trying to find himself. Then he gets stuck in an elevator with someone unexpected and they give him a much-needed reality check.

A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56784448/chapters/144365029

Snippet from Ch. 2: Definitely Not Silver Spark

When Venomous awoke the next morning, he was surprised he slept at all. He wandered into the living room and read 9:08 AM on the digital oven clock. That was a personal achievement after the last week or so of staying up until 4:00 AM, hanging in there long enough to pull together a bare bones breakfast and box lunch for Fink, and then crashing until 5 or 6 before Fink returned from school or Boxmore.

He padded into the kitchen as he mentally cataloged notes to send with Fink on why she was late as well as easy but actually nutritious lunches to send with her. So much of him hated that he’d relied on Snackables so much the past few days. He kept imagining an okay-ish tuna sandwich next to flimsy cardboard packaging with crackers, dubious lunch meat, plastic cheese, and radioactive colored candy. Fink loved it. She bragged that her friends were jealous with a big grin on her face. That was now. What kind of look would she give him when she was in her early 30’s and remembered that he knew how to competently cook but opted for shortcuts instead?

That train of thought wasn’t even needed. Today was Saturday. Fink said she’d be gaming. Then Venomous found a note attached to the fridge: Hey Boss! The tournament got rescheduled. So I’m helping Raymond and Shannon raid a cruise liner today! They have lobster. I’ll make sure to bring home leftovers.

A mix of hurt and pride panged through Venomous. Previously, Fink asked to join him on every villainous caper, business trip, or big event. Lately, if she wasn’t gaming with friends, she was hanging out with her step-siblings or new friends somewhere “irl.” She still said hi, let him know where she was going, and kept a generally friendly rapport. After the horror stories Venomous heard from other parents about teenagers, that had to mean something. Fink was just starting to enter her teenage years though. There was still time for heLinkr to develop resentment towards him.

That’s probably how K.O. felt right now. He had every reason to hate PV and never talk to him again. That’d been earned. Very painfully earned. The part of him that still gripped his head on straight with little ribbons of hot glue and sticky tack knew he should leave all of that alone. The part of him that was itching to throw back a full bottle of absinthe before 11:00 in the morning was making a beeline for his phone.

He’d dialed the number before stronger self-control would have stopped him.

“...hello?” Silver Spark’s voice drifted in from the other line. “Carol speaking. Sorry for not recognizing your number. I think it’s been long enough since we exchanged numbers I don’t remember. Who is this?”

“…Lase-Professor Venomous.” He swallowed heavily and felt like he’d been hit by an intense bolt of lightning. “Professor Venomous.”

“Um...oh. Ahm, okay.” She didn’t sound completely upset but her tone wasn’t as pleasant as before either. “Did you need something for paperwork?”https://archiveofourown.org/works/56784448/chapters/144365029

“….no.”

“Okay….” Carol cleared her throat. “We got all of your child support payments. If that’s what you were calling about. Everything on that front has been smooth sailing.”

“Good.” Venomous stared intensely at the nearest kitchen counter. There was a marbling pattern over everything he hadn’t noticed before.

“Yeah….” Impatience was starting to creep into Carol’s tone.

“I’m sorry.” The words just tumbled out. “I’m sorry….about everything.”

It felt like time itself stopped. If the oven clock digital display wasn’t flashing, Venomous would have started entertaining the thought of a time wizard or a highly-advanced lizard creature with space-time warping powers crawling around the apartment. Almost two agonizing minutes passed. Carol’s breathing on the other end of the phone became a little strained.

“Are you okay?” Of course he had to follow up dropping an emotional bomb with an equally stupid foot-in-mouth comment.

“Professor Venomous,” Carol said with a slight stutter. “I-If we’re talking about this, I’d rather do it in person.”

“I...understand.” He felt his heart start fluttering around his rib cage like a hummingbird desperately trying to break free.

****

Our Beloved Docktor Frogg

League of Super Evil Fan Fic with some O.K. K.O.! crossover references

Synopsis: Docktor Frogg is starting to feel stagnant towards his overall life and career as a mad scientist. He wonders if the grass is greener somewhere else working for someone other than Voltar the Saturday morning cartoon flop.

A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56704720/chapters/144145309

Snippet from Part II: Sandwich Artist Gene

“Can I take your order?” The waitress’ voice was familiar but Frogg couldn’t quite place why.

“Lizzy?” Frogg immediately shot up at Voltar’s excited tone of voice. “It’s been awhile! How are you?”

“It’s Elizabeth, Voltar.” Lightning Liz, sans her trademark yellow exo-suit, stood behind the counter in a light blue polo shirt, washed out capris, a black apron, and a nametag with her name written in the same crude scrawl as the sign out front. It’d been a few years since Frogg had seen Liz in person instead of the newspaper or videos on various news sites. So it floored him a bit how much older she was now. Didn’t she just graduate from high school not too long ago?

He remembered Voltar gushing about Liz graduating as class salutatorian as if she was his younger sister.

“I’m doing great!” Liz continued with a small and genuine smile. “You got the invite for Tiff and I’s wedding, right? You better RSVP. Soon.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Voltar flapped his hand. “I saw the many, many links for your wedding registry. I haven’t RSVP’d yet because I’m working on getting that-”

“Don’t tell me what you ordered! It’ll ruin the surprise.” Liz squealed. “I have something fantastic in mind for your birthday later this year too. You better keep that day open if you know what’s good for you.”

“I have it marked on my planner. Whole day is open.”

“Good.”

“So, we have this coupon….” Voltar pointed towards Red and not so subtly shifted his gaze towards the thin strip of paper in Red’s big hand.

“Yeah, yeah.” Liz returned the sass Voltar dished out less than a minute ago. “So, I’m getting the vegan sandwich for him.” She pointed at Red. “An extra meaty sandwich for him with extra provolone cheese.” She pointed at Frogg. “And you want the meatball sub with the works?”

At that, Voltar gasped and his antennae started shaking with his excitement. “You guys have that extra spicy mustard?!”

“Of course!” Liz nodded, but her cheerful disposition immediately turned sour. “I skimmed the 4-page essay you sent me about it.”

When Voltar whooped and started doing a victory dance in the middle of the restaurant, Frogg visibly shuddered and looked around Red to see if any other stools were open.

“You’ll be happy to know you’re not the only one that has a weird fascination with that mustard.” Liz sighed. “There was a weird woman in here the other day raving about it too.”

“From now on, I’m the only one getting that mustard here!” Voltar declared with an anime gesture fist to the air. “I get exclusive rights to it. Exclusive.”

“I still think you’re the only one that actually likes it,” Frogg said. “I don’t-”

“Don’t. Get. Him. Started.” Liz jabbed a finger in Frogg’s face for emphasis on each word and matched the points with a warning glare.

“How did you know what sandwiches we wanted?” Red tilted his head. “Are you psychic?”

“No.” Liz placed her hands on her hips. “Voltar writes about you guys on his blog.”

“You have a blog….” Frogg scratched his scalp. The past 5 minutes had revealed a lot about a side of Voltar that Frogg didn’t know much about, except for the spicy mustard obsession. Metrotown might not know that L.O.S.E. existed but random strangers definitely knew how particular Voltar was about his condiments.

“It’s not a blog! It’s supposed to be a newsletter…” Voltar grumbled.

“I told you that Zitter would get more reach,” Liz said with a self-satisfied smirk.

“I’m hungry. Can we place our orders now?” Voltar deliberately looked anywhere but Liz’s face.

“SANDWICH ARTIST GENE!” Liz yelled. “Order up!”

That’s when a painfully familiar face appeared at the order window in the kitchen. There was a surprisingly jovial Justice Gene with a wrinkled paper hat sitting on his head at an awkward angle. He had a couple of deep shadows under his eyes but otherwise, he had a legitimate smile on his face instead of the haughty, try-hard smirk Frogg was used to.

Liz rattled off food service industry shorthand that Frogg would never be able to translate despite his best efforts. Then Gene looked up a moment later. Recognition flashed across his face and Frogg was tapping his claws in a vain attempt to prepare the laser engraver setting he installed there a few days ago. Maybe it could be used as a laser gun with the right angle and a little imagination.

“Hey guys!” Gene said, emulating the friendly and personable air that came naturally to Red Menace but was really awkward on him. “Didn’t expect to see you at opening week of my new restaurant. I’m happy you’re willing to bury the hatchet to support a budding young entrepreneur!”

“I don’t know about young…” Frogg muttered under his breath while thinking about the gray hairs he’d pulled out of his scraggly tree of hair earlier this morning.

“What’s the catch, Gene?” Voltar snapped. “We haven’t seen you in almost a year and now you’ve lured us out with delicious subs. I demand to know what you’re planning!”

“There’s no catch,” Gene said. “I just got tired of not getting anywhere in the hero biz. Even for the five minutes I was a hero, I was still the guy that cleaned toilets and picked up fancy coffee orders. It was worse with an official costume because even though I’d technically made it, nobody respected me. I think you guys of all people know what that’s like…”

Both Gene’s personal account and the way his face fell struck an unnervingly deep chord with Frogg. The mix of sympathy and existential dread hit his heart hard enough it felt physical. He looked down and saw himself gripping the fabric of his lab coat right over his heart.

“The one thing everybody liked were my sub sandwiches.” A dreamy expression drifted onto Gene’s face. “The only time I got a real compliment from Glory Guy was for my magic touch with the panini press. I got demoted to trash collector one day and just started thinking ‘Is this the rest of my life?’ As I spent the day collecting trash, all I could think about were sandwiches. How sourdough is the king of bread. Flatbread is a perfect base for a classic BLT. I realized then: Instead of a superhero, maybe my calling is...making the perfect hero sandwiches for superheroes!” Gene gave an awkward laugh. “And everybody else, of course! Villains included. Everybody deserves a good, home-made sandwich.”

“I didn’t ask for your life story, Gene,” Voltar scowled.

“I’m so happy for you!” Red gushed and his affirmation drowned out Voltar’s snark. “You deserve to be happy. I hope you’re successful!”

Gene’s face was red and he bashfully ran a hand through his hair. “Thank you.”

****

[todayisafridaynight]

It's been wonderful being able to talk about these things for me too! I haven't really had the opportunity since Y7 came out, so I'm positively buzzing. And no worries about the tone of your post about Daigo's article haha, I appreciate it when issues are pointed that I might've missed otherwise since that's at least something actionable.

But I'm obviously not going to stop anyone from venting frustrations with the wiki or with Fandom as a platform; I frequently find myself frustrated too! It's one of the things that keeps people editing the wiki. I'm honestly fine with whatever as long as it's not accusing us of being fujoshi for the billionth time lol, but for better or worse I do like to clarify what we're trying to do if there's any confusion.

Speaking of, Mine's relationship tags are kind of a funny story! So a lot of them have these dotted underlines and question marks, right? You're supposed to be able to hover over underlined terms to see a short definition (on desktop) and click the question mark to see an article with all the definitions on mobile, since hover actions aren't possible on a touchscreen.

But since the article was and still is under construction, Fandom doesn't show the link to logged-out users. So I had no idea it just looks like we're saying the tag is ambiguous lol. It's up now though, so it's hopefully easier to understand what we're trying to do!

I just found it funny I specifically added that feature to reduce confusion. Half the grief we get over Mine's "romantic interest" tag is because people assume we're saying it's mutual (we chose the term to try and avoid the "mutual" connotations of "love interest," but I guess that didn't work out). I also thought it might help with somewhat esoteric tags like "co-parent" (which was put in place for Jo and Arakawa and then I kept thinking of others) and "surrogate son." Turns out it's tough to boil complex relationships down to one term!

I definitely have SO many questions about New Year's Day and I probably always will; for the space of only one night, it's a huge blank. I certainly do have to wonder if shipping Masato off to America was decided then and there. There's a lot that could possibly be expanded on in RGGO (further interactions between Arakawa and Jo included lol), so I've got hope for that too now that we're back to random events. I'd be really interested to see how you'd portray it someday!

Talking about Nakai and Tsutsumi reminded me, Nakai mentioned he read the whole script in a day so he "wouldn't do a disservice to Arakawa or Sawashiro's characters." That kind of stuck out to me precisely because there are so few scenes between them compared to like, Arakawa and Ichi, and they're all relatively low-impact in comparison.

Of course, it could be marketing on account of him and Tsutsumi getting to co-star again, or the scenes could simply have stood out to him more for that reason, or he could've had a different impression of the ratios having read the script rather than played the game. But the part of me that makes me want to go Off The Deep End speculating is kind of wondering if there were other scenes planned?

And absolutely! I'm not able to reblog often because the post editor's been crashing whenever I try to tag my posts, but I hope you know I love your work and I'll support pretty much anything you put out! I'm very excited to share my findings as well.

A lot of it's to do with Mine's relationship to Western culture vs. Japanese culture (his "westabooism," basically), so that's specific to him, but there a lot of interesting concepts and theories in Japanese psychology regarding familial bonds, met and unmet emotional needs. They work as an explanation for his probable feelings of alienation from Japanese culture, but I feel they would make for an interesting lens to examine the Arakawas through as well.

I actually hadn't ever considered the similarity with regard to Mine and Jo's dads, but that makes so much sense! If I were to take it a step further, I think feelings of "abandonment" by their fathers have had long-lasting effects on both them and Masato. Jo we've been talking about, his father was technically still "there," but he wasn't in his corner, which feels much the same as abandonment to a child.

I think Mine's internalized a lot of the same feelings even though his father never meant to abandon him (I guess Jo's may not have, necessarily; alcoholism can destroy a family whether the individual wants that to happen or not). Like, unfairness, displacement, lack of control, the loss of the only support you have and so on. I think dwelling on that is what sent Mine's mental state spiraling, and what made it imperative to just believe Daigo was "dead" to try and move on as soon as possible. He didn't want to be hurt the same way again.

It's also probably what he was projecting in his ridiculous villain speech during The Orphanage Scene; the reason offering kids support in the way Kiryu does is a form of "victimization" in his eyes, at that moment, is because that support can be ripped away from you at any time. The scene is kind of hilarious to me because it's like, "okay we need Mine to have a kick-the-dog moment, his actions have been too understandable," but I do get it from that angle.

Similarly, I think those feelings of abandonment are why Arakawa faces the brunt of Aoki's abuse, because it's like, "YOUR negligence is why I had to go through all of that." So I get why Jo, like your sister, wouldn't want the finger pointed at him, but at the same time… damn. Perhaps if Arakawa had never had that talk with Masato, things might've been different. I get the impression he wouldn't be able to endure keeping things to himself for as long as Jo, though, given things like the letter he sent Ichi in prison.

Oh, yeah, Jo is CRAZY protective of Masato too! "If anything happens to him, killing you a thousand times would be insufficient!" I think part of his overreaction to having Masato's money is also that if Ichi can't listen to orders that fundamental, who's to say he listened to the orders to keep Masato safe? I guess if you see Ichiban as incompetent to the point of almost being a malicious actor, you might think that.

I'm sooo so glad you've noticed the rest of those similarities haha, I've been rotating them around in my brain like a cube for ages. A Venn diagram would be so fun to see! That's such an insightful look at the differences between Mine and Jo's offices too. I was a little confused about the placement of the social spaces, or even that they're there, but if you look at it as clearly separate from his personal spaces, it does make sense.

Also, not to harp on the books in the offices too much, but I compared the textures a little earlier. Mine's are basically all (very expensive) encyclopedias and language phrasebooks in English, Italian, French, and German, in contrast to Jo's discrete hardcovers and series of art history books. They're probably all stock assets lol, but I think they're surprisingly good fits; Mine dumping considerable time, money, and energy into his fascination with Western culture and Jo being the type to not want people to know what he's reading totally works for me.

But yes! It's kind of funny, because Yokoyama wasn't much of a Mine fan in his early days, but I hope he and the others keep on writing characters like him. I think of it as Mine's "legacy" in a series where past characters aren't acknowledged too often; the most I can recall are that Hakuho mention in 4 and the fencing around the Touto roof perimeter.

Speaking of, I love Mine's missed shots in the finale specifically because he's an excellent marksman in his Okinawa character story. Why? How? Who Knows, He's Perfect. (Probably not as good of a shot as Daigo though lol)

And yeahhh, there are other interviews, but it ain't the same! It was the most in-depth one I know of. I think this is one of the only remnants, and I shall entrust it to you.

But yes, exactly! And I'm also glad Y7 introduced more people to them (myself included), Tsutsumi's my favorite actor of all time and Nakai's brilliant. They make a great combi! Of the things I've seen where they co-star, I think Princess Toyotomi and Hero SP are both solid; the latter is a special for a longer show, but I honestly didn't even notice lol. Musashi I wasn't personally able to get through even though I've read the book, so I'm not sure how it plays out between them.

Also I DIDN'T KNOW TORU DIED IN PURE??? That came out of nowhere oh my god T___T But if you're ever looking for anything rare, feel free to ask! I might know a guy (gender neutral) with a stash, Fly, Daddy, Fly included.

OH MAN MINE'S WIKI ENTRY I've definitely made my opinions about it known, but now knowing the truth behind it it's kind of funny and still so unfortunate. I'd almost want to recommend a section dedicated to the topic since it's such an integral part of his character, though I also understand wanting to keep the wiki strictly to factual information and to exclude speculation (or "speculation" anyhow- it's definitely more of a concrete situation, especially going off of the information provided in your pinned post on the topic. If anything, that sort of information would belong to the "Trivia" tab wouldn't it- but again, it's such a deep situation it can't really be summarized in one or two sentences) and the topic being too niche to have a page dedicated to it. It's nice to know that the subject isn't trying to be brushed under the rug though and it's just a matter of awkward formatting/incomplete work!

Furthermore on The New Years Event, I would LOVE RGGO to expand on the topic since they've been so liberal with the stories they make and the depth those stories add to the characters. Honestly, I was expecting Masato's card to have that as its accompanying character story, so it's unfortunate that he doesn't get it or any story as far as I'm aware (or maybe he does have one and my poor pull luck has just prevented me from getting the card to find out myself, but I've looked as much as I could and couldn't find an upload of it). Oh well, I guess it's the old "if you want something done you gotta do it yourself-" not that anything I could make could ever be up to scratch, so I'm glad I do have people interested in what I have in mind :)

About Nakai, I wouldn't feel wrong trying to accredit his comment to a time before he knew the full plot or saw the full game and was just debriefed on the general story/character relationships, and I also wouldn't put it past RGG to have deleted scenes/ideas (if those do exist, RGG please let me in your vault I'd like to take a peak...)!

The psychology of Mine is another topic I've been wanting to officially tackle for a while now, so I'm glad I have this chance to share some of what I have mental bullet points for.

Moreover, Mine's dad and how he "left" Mine undeniably impacted him significantly beyond physically leaving him alone, and it definitely manifests in The Orphanage Scene and his idea that killing Daigo would be "putting him out of his misery". In those instances, he sees Daigo and the orphans as victims of an unfair reality, Daigo being comatose, and the orphans having the endure the struggles of being orphans (and that added-on, projected anxiety that their comfortable lives now could vanish at any second like it did for Mine). Mine's mustache-twirling villainy is funny for its absurdity, but I also genuinely appreciate it since it lets us peak into his warps philosophy better. It doesn't justify his actions by any means, but it explains to us why he can justify his actions as from a place of love or pity as opposed to thoughtless evil.

To add on, Mine's relationship with his father, from what we're allowed to gather, was healthy and positive. Because of their positive relationship, the removal of such adds credence as to why Mine's desperate to get that love again. It especially makes sense considering Japan's horrendous attitude and negligence towards orphaned children that was even demonstrated during Mine's childhood while his father was alive.

And as an inverse aside, Jo's relationship with his dad was toxic, whether it was due to blatant abuse or combined negligence. It's fair to assume that Jo never got to experience genuine, secure love growing up, so as a result, it's not something he actively seeks out. He's been without it long enough that it's not something he necessarily craves like Mine who used to have it until it was taken from him.

Masato certainly makes it clear he felt isolated despite the efforts Jo and Arakawa repeatedly went through for him, and it's apparent it's an unfortunate side affect of internalized ableism. It definitely doesn't help anyone's case that Masato had seemingly been informed of the night of his birthday's events (from Arakawa's point of view, obviously), and it's clear that knowledge gives ammunition as to why he resents him.

You're right on Jo potentially seeing Ichi as a bad actor, it's not as if he has disdain for him for no reason! Like even if Ichiban hadn't taken Masato's money the way Jo could have imagined, the idea that Ichi can't be responsible in one avenue can easily lead back to Ichi having the potential to look after Masato, especially when he seems to be the one who predominately looks after him when he's tasked to.

I've already got my program open to make my little chart and have my reference pictures ready, so hopefully I can have that silly thing out soon haha- I'm glad you're interested in seeing it, and I hope other people will like to see it too! Jo and Mine really are my favorite antagonists, so it's funny (and I guess not surprising) that they have parallels to them.

To add on to that though, I think it's fun to look at the extra details, no matter how small; I'm probably more happy than I should be that you looked at their office's books, but I can't help be a fan of the details you found (whether they're generic models or not, I'm running with them- I've done more with less before lmao)! Mine having language books is definitely in-line with his interests, but Jo having art history books is weirdly endearing (and dare I say another point for "these are the same picture" comparing it to Mine's own love for art). Jo being so private to the point of blocking out the binds of the books he owns is so accurate to him and his secrecy, and the concept that he likes to read about art in his spare time is a new favorite concept for me.

Mine really isn't acknowledged much after 4; in comparison to Ryuji and Nishiki, he's remembered throughout the series the least (you can argue the same for Ryuji, but considering he gets a whole new life in Dead Souls, I think it's fair to say that makes up for the mainline series forgetting about him. Though I guess the same could be Mine getting a prominent role as Hijikata in Ishin... Definitely not as cool of a spot as to be a playable protagonist with a machine gun arm if I'm honest). In that, it's great that his likelihood can exist in future characters, and I hope they continue the trend of phenomenal antagonists in LaD8 and onward!

I'm eternally grateful for this frame you've gifted me thank you so much- Nakai's smile is such a blessing honestly, I'm glad if anything survived from the interview it can be this shot at least.

I've got Princess Toyotomi and Hero SP added to my watch list, DEFINITELY something I'll be excited to check out as a reward once I have all my important business taken care of this week! Honestly, I haven't seen Musashi either: while I was looking through their filmography I saw it was a project they did, but I've always been bad at watching long series so I didn't take the time to see their performance together.

For things I have seen though... yeah he dies SORRY IF THAT WAS HOW YOU FOUND OUT </3</3 Honestly I didn't expect myself to love the series as much as I did (admittedly it was predominately because of the leads and their relationship), but when it happened I was both- dare I say crushed- a little humored a little funny in a dark-comedy way.

And if you do have access to harder-to-get films, I'd absolutely be interested in hearing about it. One of Nakai's movies Good Morning Show has been haunting me for weeks: it sounds like such a fun movie yet I can't find it anywhere </3

[missizzy]

A Game Novice's Baldur's Gate Log, 50 1/2 Hours In: Now With Accompanying Fanfic!

Masterpost

(Note: this will definitely contain spoilers for all I've played through, and probably quite of a bit of the later stuff I've also seen.)

So among the things I ended up playing through this week was a certain camp scene involving Lae'zel and Shadowheart. I'd already had an idea of writing something Lae'zel-related, and then Astarion, being Astarion, butted in where he hadn't been called for, and this resulted. It takes place in the universe of this playthrough, and it won't be the last thing I write that does. I've already got another Lae'zel-related idea, but it will have to wait until I play through a few more things. And yes, there will be fic about my Sara Tully and Gale, when I get to that part of the game.

At the end of last week, I was trying to get to the Myconids, and was convinced the way there was through the cave of explosive mushrooms, and was trying to figure out how to get the dwarf out without setting them off. My first attempt failed, and also caused my game to crash, although thankfully that didn't happen again. I also found myself regretting that I'd sent the spell slot-drained Gale back to camp, since I found myself thinking his frost rays could come in handy. So I went and got him back, actually zapped some isolated mushrooms, tried to bring out his mage hand, and found that made the mushrooms explode, too.

I'd neglected to save, and didn't feel like going back to get him again, so I went back to where I'd saved before sending him there, tried to take the route I'd first taken to the cave from there, didn't quite, got caught up in a very unexpected fight, decided the long rest before going any further, barely kept Shadowheart from killing Lae'zel, eventually got back to cave via a longer route that allowed me to loot a scroll of Misty Step-and was suddenly provided with the option of throwing it to the dwarf, which I gratefully took. With everyone clear, I then had Gale explode most of the mushrooms, went forward after that, looted a chest-and then discovered the cave was enclosed and was not the way to anywhere. I was very put out.

I ended up looking up a map of the Underdark, then slowly walking my party along the barriers I'd run into to find the way through, eventually discovering the big mushroom stalk I could climb up to get to the Myconid village. And once again I must give high praise to the gamemakers for the beautiful, creepy, and very alien place they gave us to find there. We sci-fi/fantasy geeks may have run into the concept of hive mind societies before, but their work can give us the same awe and uneasiness as I instantly knew filled Sara, whom I'm sure never imagined such a thing, when she tried to talk to one of the guards in the front and was answered by Sovereign Spaw, it using this other being as nothing more than a mouthpiece. She felt a bit better when Blurg later claimed to her the Myconids are nonetheless each their own unique selves.

So when she met with the Sovereign, she was happy to tell it that we'd killed the Duergar slave-catchers, and happier to take the D6 boon that truly ended up coming in very handy the rest of the day. But when it requested she then kill Nere, she wasn't so sure she wanted to just agree to do so. On the other hand, after finding and healing Thulla, she had no hesitation about agreeing to rescue the other gnomes.

When we then met Sovereign Glut, and it also asked us about killing the slave-catchers, it likewise seemed no harm to take it to see the corpses. Until it demanded we kill Shaw. Sara wasn't without sympathy, when she heard Shaw had left Glut's circle to their fate, but she was aware she didn't really know or understand these people, and did not want to take sides in their internal political disputes. Except, of course, it then wouldn't take no for an answer, and forced us to kill it instead. Still, thanks to its allegations against Shaw, she was even more hesitant about killing someone it wanted dead.

But, of course, she did want to rescue the gnomes, so we headed to Grymforge anyway. Posing as a True Soul of the Absolute could not have been easy for Sara, but she's now very aware she's probably going to have to do it at Moonrise Towers, so this was good practice, at least. At least she's able to use intimidation as well as deception checks to get past cultists while doing so; she's way better at the former. Also, it seems the cultist NPCs don't necessarily have very good hearing. I'd actually seen one streamer reach the enslaved gnomes working on the cave-in, and note how she seemed able to talk to them freely with the overseers right there, which at least meant I wasn't caught out by that.

Had it just been Nere caught in that cave-in, Sara probably would've just turned on the overseers. But of course some of the gnomes were trapped as well, giving the player more motivation to go find the rune-powder to blow it open. En route, Sara found herself kneeling over the bodies of the dead gnomes being thrown into the water, and at that point her character demanded I have her promise to killed their enslavers. Yet even so, when we got back with the runepowder and set it off, I genuinely didn't know whether we were going to kill Nere or not.

All such vague doubts, however, were quickly wiped away by the cut scene. His brutal treatment of the gnomes was enough for Sara to immediately drop the cold and loyal True Soul act and decry him for his cruelty. His promptly ordering the Duergar to kill her only sealed what probably would've been his fate anyway.

Or at least it did so the second time I played through that scene. The battle proved another one where I first went in without any real preparation or strategy, and things went rather badly as a result. I hadn't even remembered that I'd given Shadowheart Spirit Guardians when we'd leveled up, that first time around. The second time on the other hand, she cast that in the knot our foes formed around us and held concentration on it long enough for it to very much be the MVP spell, making what had been a hard and painful struggle way easier. Although I fear at some point Gale cast something that accidentally hit one of the gnomes, since they suddenly gained all -5 in attitude towards him at the battle's end.

That was part of the reason I lingered only long enough to cut off Nere's head, since we might as well hand that in to Shaw, and be confronted by his parasite. That the gamemakers made sure to give us both virtuous and mercenary reasons to cut off that head makes me think getting that parasite was pretty important. Except that while Sara is no longer ruling out using the Ilithid powers, this time, she had to figure there's be more True Souls to kill down the line, if she wants to make that choice then, so she didn't have to make it now.

I came back after long resting with Gale discreetly swapped out for Astarion, to finish talking with the gnomes and agree to rescue Wulbren. It was a smart party member swap to make anyway, as we've since been further exploring the Grymforge, with plenty of chests and doors for him to lockpick. I am now trying to gather up further XP, and we've had a couple of fights against mimics and similar, but now we're getting close to the elevator that would take us to Act II, which we are definitely not taking just yet, if we do at all.

[risky-riki]

A week ago, maybe... I found out they were so easy to just let go of me... They love me, yet I don't feel it....

They told me, yet I find it hard to believe...

You're so easy to give up on me, and yourself... I have so much hope... Or... So I thought...

I still feel cold here...

You invited me to play a game... Yet I'm not really enjoying it, it's not a bad game, but I was hoping to play with you more...

I didn't feel like playing the game much, it's a cool game, but kinda got depressed after a bit...

Things feel like they're getting quiet again...

I try to be good, I try to be okay, yet I'm always crashing, fighting on for someone...

It's even more bad that I'm not even sure if I'm interested as much in them anymore...

I know how they can get, I've seen how they can be, is it a crime to feel pity here for them...

Just doing it's best to help them, keeping them okay as best I can, yet not feel loved...

They're always right about something...

They're always right in their world...

Always good until they're not good...

... ... ...

Even though the learned info wasn't deserved on my end...

I'm disappointed...

I fought to stay for you...

Yet when someone challenged you...

Someone who is just a friend to me...

You decided to just toss me to be taken easily...

I don't know if you realize how much that questioned me that day, that night, if there was even any truth in your words...

I didn't ask for that information, it was just... Given to me, the friend should have just kept it to themselves...

They just wanted to help me get answers...

But...

Somehow...

I'm still crashing...

I mentioned again after a while, that I love them...

But it was just gone over...

The only instance I picked up was just from my friend when they questioned you without me knowing anything until they decided to spill their little chat...

I guess I don't deserve anyone, I never could be for anyone... Changed for people... And somehow, still have a cold feeling...

Is it the past, always hiding in the shadows, creeping and reminding me of my past deeds...

I'm not sure, I'm not sure what to believe in right now...

Staying is my own downfall...

Funny isn't it... I could never leave anyone... I just burn up, and slowly take in as much pain as I can...

Until suddenly, it's over...

Was it a mistake to help you...

No, why should I ever think yes...

Why should I not help you...

You've definitely changed...

But eh... I've also changed...

From being happy to being straight up broken by some otter... And now, just lost in a haze, traveling down a river... Just passing my days, in this haze as the sands of time consume my mind...

I care about them... Yet... I'm very lost...

Not sure what I want anymore...

You've pretty much crushed me that day...

You've killed off my over attached self...

And now... I'm either just... There...

Or just waiting to be led into something...

Your words love to ring and echo...

I hate it...

But somehow...

Somehow I could never hate you...

Only be disappointed...

Does it matter, does any of it matter, I'm not sure...

Who am I talking to at this point, who knows...

Do I even talk to people anymore...

Nope... I'm just sealing up again... Pushing everyone away slowly...

Perhaps it's for the better...

Just to forget I exist...

I exist to take in pain...

That's all I was given, that's all I was taught...

I want to share it...

But it's wrong... Everything about that concept is wrong...

I hurt... Yet don't want to hurt anyone... Somehow... I always end up hurting someone... It's inevitable...

[[REDACTED]] I love you, and will continue to love you, even if I'm always landing in this spot, feeling troubled and lost...

Pathetic... I'm pathetic... Why did I ever believe you...

My doubts are always with me, I'm always at the edge...

Maybe you're right... Maybe you are what you call yourself...

And yet, I always try to steer you from believing that, I've always wanted you to be better... But somehow... You're always going down after a while...

I've been here and there in the shadows...

I'm very grateful for you to still be with us...

I'm very grateful for you to still be here...

I'm very grateful for trying your best...

But then... Why am I with doubt...

Why is there a reason to carry both doubt and fear here...

Somehow... Maybe you were right...

Looking back...

I was very excited to be with you...

But somehow...

That excitement was killed off that day...

The happiness I felt... Gone...

I'm grateful for you in coming back...

Visiting a bit...

After that day...

But somehow...

Now... I just ...

Go....

Leave me be...

I'm not worthy of someone who thinks themselves so highly, believing themselves to be better...

You're just another one of those who wishes to be at the top, carry dreams with no truth...

My dreams have no truth, they may never even be true... Shackled and bound to an area I don't know, raised in a place that isn't my origin point...

Where am I even going with this anymore...

These are my pages, I'm just a small, depressed, and insignificant owl who just happens to always get love confessions from people accidentally... And yet...

The ones I do want to... Be... with...Have always been the ones to trash me up... Funny, must be all the past karma of rejecting that's keeping me up at night....

Sometimes I wonder about just ending it all...

I don't feel anything from my family...

Even though I was raised as best they could...

I don't feel anything from my friends...

Even though there are a few who actually try their best here...

I don't feel anything from them...

Maybe I should just call it...

And be like...

You know what... You "Win"

Just go... I believed in you... Only to struggle these past few days hard at reading that you would just say... Take him he's yours...

I stood up, not once but twice against the idea of giving you up for someone else, and would continue to do so...

Even if In the end you would decide to just give me up...

You were the only one...

You ARE the only one...

I don't have any interests...

Only you... You are the one...

Even if you give me all the pain, give it to me if it makes you happy...

I'm probably more fucked now than when I started with you...

More fucked than my experiences with the otter boi...

But somehow, somehow you are the one...

Heh...

I don't care what happens to me, if I have to die by my own hands for your pleasure then let me die, let me die quickly and without mercy...

Just... Forget about me...

I'm just a fool at this point...

Why did I ever believe in you so much... I should have just believed in myself...

Nothing matters at this point... So why am I trying, you're the leader now... Yet I don't feel like I'm being led anywhere, so why should I stay, why should I linger on if what I believe in doesn't seem to believe in themselves much...

Is love fake...

I never believed in fake love...

But somehow, it could very well be a thing...

I'm not sure what I want or what I even want to do in this case...

I've been feuding with myself over what I feel, or if I even feel something anymore...

As it's very clear to me... I've changed a lot after you told me to practically crash hard...

Since then I haven't been the same, I guess I'm just picking up the pieces I can find... And just trying to make something for myself again...

I'm probably losing it as time goes by, but somehow...

I'm reaching that point where I just wouldn't seem to care about anything or anyone, and when that point hits me, my actions don't matter to me, so I'll just blow away my money, give away what I have, why should my family have a single cent here...

Just so I can end it all with myself, release myself... Not worrying, not feeling anything, just be lost in a void of mystery...I feel I don't matter, I feel I never mattered...

So you know what... You're right, and will always be right, I have no quarrels with you, and there will be none because I will be dead anyways... Or I've practically already been dying by you...

Just break me... Break me more...

That's all you seem too be good at, and yet I've stood and taken it all... I'm probably sick... Very sick at this point... I don't care... Just do what you want...

Lies...

Even now I'm struggling... But I'm just losing to myself...

Just leave me be....[[Redacted]]

I love you...

Take my words and don't look back at what I've become...

[newtonsheffield]

Oh Molly, please give us a snippet of strip poker 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Anonymous asked: Can we get a little spicy sunday of “accidental sex”

Ahh Kate. Anthony. A deck of cards, a bottle of vodka and... some very platonic feelings

"Off, Take it off, Kitty Kat!" Anthony was grinning at her, his words slurring together just a little, his hands shaking as he threw his cards down. "Royal Flush!"

"You fucker." Kate sighed. Tugging her shirt over her head, Anthony's shirt in truth that she'd stolen from him when they'd been teenagers. Def Leppard printed across the front and she could still remember the day he'd bought it, grinning with the memory of all the afternoons they'd sat in her bedroom with the music blaring, windows rattling Anthony feeling the vibrations that had been all around him.

"Oh Come on, there's no way you thought you could beat me with two pair."

"You used to be a worse liar." She sighed, not even bothering to cover herself as they sat on the floor of Anthony's living room, their clothes strewn about the floor.

They'd both known, at least she had when they'd sat at that bar and she'd shaken her head at the man who'd been trying for at least forty five minutes to give her his phone number.

"Jesus fucking christ I cannot win!" Kate had groaned, letting her head fall to the bar with a thunk. "Everyone in here tonight was awful."

Anthony had chuckled, pushing his glasses up his nose before he responded, something in his smile making her heart pound in her chest. "I might take offence to that."

"Not you." She'd swatted at him. "You're still my guy."

Their eyes had caught together and their fingers had intertwined and there'd been something hot hanging in the air around them, charged just as it had been last time they'd fallen into her bed and their lips had crashed together, and her fingernails had bitten into his shoulders. And she'd ached for it. All over again.

"Come back to mine. I'll steal your money at cards."

She hadn't done anything but nod, holding out her hand as she'd slid off the stool, tugging him along to the cab outside. She'd let him wrap his arm around her shoulders the way he always did, his hand on her chest, the other on her thigh, tickling at the exposed skin left when the hem of her skirt had risen up.

He'd kept his hand on her hip as they'd made their way up in the lift, his hips pressing her into the door jam as he'd fiddled with his keys and her teeth had bitten at the corner of his jaw, in the way she didn't want to want.

His laughter had rumbled through his chest, just as loud as always as he'd tossed the pack of cards onto the coffee table. "Are we playing for money or-?"

"You don't want my money." She'd shaken her head. Sliding her coat from her shoulders before she'd pushed against his shoulders, sitting him down.

"I don't want your money." There'd been a little noise in the back of his throat, the kind Kate was sure he had no idea he made. One of the million things she loved about him but couldn't let herself.

"Deal." She'd let him do it as she stepped back into the kitchen, snatching a bottle of vodka off the counter, not bothering to get glasses, swigging from as she sat back down, their eyes burning together and now here they were.

Kate in her underwear, her head barely fuzzy. Anthony with only his socks missing, grinning stupidly at her, letting his eyes rake over her appreciatively, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"I've always been a good liar."

It hung in the air between them, the heat of the room stifling, her own eyes reflected back in Anthony's glasses. They never spoke about it. This thing between them. The heat that seemed to colour their interactions more and more every day since she'd run away from the question Tom had been desperately trying to ask her while she'd shaken her head Please Tom, Please Don't.

Kate clicked her tongue, leaning forward to collect their cards, Anthony's eyes burning into her hands as she shuffled the cards, setting them down. "New game."

"Kitty, you can't change the game just because I'm winning."

Kate rolled her eyes, Drawing a card, keeping eye contact with him. "If you can guess this card, I'll give you a blowjob."

Anthony's mouth fell open, his hands fluttering nervously. "Are you- What?"

"But if you get it wrong You have to take off the rest of your clothes."

His eyes narrowed, his tongue darting out again. "That seems like an unfair advantage."

She shrugged. "Seems like a win-win from where I'm sitting."

He let herself lean into the space between them, chuckled as his breath caught in his throat, their lips nearly touching.

"I- That's 52 possibilities."

"I'll drop the suit. What is it Anthony?"

The tension was palpable, Kate could almost taste it, every one of their heart beats pounding into the room all around them, her hands falling to Anthony's thighs as he squirmed a little under her gaze.

"It's the queen. Of hearts."

Kate let her lips brush his neck before she pulled back, looking at the card she'd abandoned behind her.

"Motherfucker."

It was staring back at her. The queen of hearts, a little on the nose really given the circumstances.

Anthony was grinning back at her confidently, his hands ruffling his hair before he spoke. "Well. What a lucky boy I am this afternoon."

She could feel the heat burning her skin already as he leaned down to close the distance between them, his shirt already abandoned behind him. His lips were soft, they always were, had been from the first time they'd kissed, sixteen and ridiculous Just tell me if I'm a good kisser Kate! It doesn't mean anything!

His chest was warm under her hands, his shoulders rolling as his tongue tangled with hers, vodka on his tongue, his hands soft on her skin as he pulled back, a loud moan falling from his lips.

"You don't have to."

"Rules are rules."

Kate let her lips fall back to his neck, nipping a sucking at the soft skin, the stubble on his face scratching against her cheek as her hand fell to his belt buckle.

Anthony's head fell back as her hand slipped into his underwear, his hips bucking against her hand a little desperately already. His skin was hot under her lips, under her tongue as she let them trail down his chest, chuckling as he shuddered against the feel of her, against the feel of her.

His eyes were burning at her as Kate looked up at him, his breathing hitching in his chest. She took his hand slowly, lifting it to her hair, letting his fingers twist through the curls as she ducked her head.

A choked curse fell from Anthony's lips at the first touch of her tongue. The taste of him was heady, just the way she remembered from the times they'd promised they wouldn't talk about. Anthony's eyes rolled back in his head and his hips bucked roughly towards her, panic rising in his eyes, a desperate noise falling from his lips.

Sorry, Sorry!

It's okay. You're okay

Everything in her felt as though it was on fire at the sight of Anthony writhing above her, unable to hold back the desperate moans and gasps that fell from his chest, the voice he never used in public cracking into the room

Kate

His breathing was coming in sharp gasps, his thighs shaking as Kate worked over him, Anthony's body shaking underneath her pushing her forward, the taste of him and the feel of skin soft and warm against hers just as good as she remembered her own hips grinding in midair desperate for some kind of-

Anthony's hand on her cheek caught her attention with another stutter of her name, cracking through the air, his hands moving quickly as his eyes still burned at her.

"I just want you."

Tears almost pricked at her eyes as he darted forward, sealing their lips together again desperately, tongues tangling filthily as he leaned down, his weight pressing her back against the soft fabric of his rug. Kate felt her thighs fall open as Anthony settled into the cradle of her hips, his hand tugging at her underwear as she nodded desperately, encouraging his hips already grinding against her.

"Do you want me to stop?"

She knew what it meant, with her underwear torn on the floor and the heat from the fire burning into her skin as her entire body ached for him, his signs gentle, his eyes earnest. Neither of them could claim they were too drunk, neither could claim they got carried away. This was because they wanted it. Each other. Even if this was all he would want, all she could let herself want.

"Don't stop. Don't stop Anthony."

Their foreheads were pressed together as their hips rolled together and Kate wasn't sure which of them let out the rumbled curse as they joined together.

Fuck

It felt as though his hands were everywhere, in her hair, on her hips, on her legs, on her breasts, the sweaty slide of their skin heady and desperate as they moved together, their eyes catching in the dim lighting.

Anthony's teeth were nipping at the skin of her neck, at her collarbone marking her skin as his again and again and again as the tension rippled through the air around them.

Every movement made her burn even hotter, the entire world on fire around them as Anthony's weight pressed her further and further into the rug, the burn of it a little delicious against her back. she could feel her fingernails biting into the skin of his shoulders drawing desperate gasps and moans from him that rumbled through their chests. She could feel her thighs squeezing around his waist as their lips met again, heat coiling tighter and tighter. Anthony's hips were moving erratically against hers, the relentless rhythm they'd found losing pace just a little as they clung to one another, pushing further and further and-

Anthony!

Everything exploded, her body shuddering against Anthony who let out a strangled shout, his entire body shaking before he collapsed against her.

Kate wasn't sure how long they stayed there. Anthony's head pressed against her chest, her hand in his hair, his glasses askew on the end of his nose a quiet reverie like a bubble around them. One Kate was terrified to break.

Anthony let out a groan, sitting up, his hands shaking a little, "Bed?"

Just like that it was over. They were back to being friends as Kate sighed, sitting up, tugging the T-shirt back over her head. Anthony's short. Hers and his.

"Yeah."

She rose with the light streaming through Anthony's bedroom window, before his alarm could vibrate through the pillows, tugging her clothes back on, not looking at herself in the mirror, not wanting to see the makeup that she was sure would be smudged and stale. She didn't pay attention to the looks she was sure she was getting as she got off the tube, collapsing against Edwina's sofa.

"Jesus what happened to you?"

Josie tutted at her fiancée who'd nudged her sister away. "Be nice."

"She smells like Vodka and sin." Edwina grinned. "And jesus did an animal attack you?"

Kate swatted her sister's hand away from the neckline of her tshirt and the words she'd been fighting so hard to hold back tumbled out. "I slept with Anthony last night."

The knife Josie had been using to butter her crumpet fell from her hand as Edwina gasped in surprise. "Holy Shit I knew it! You must be so excited! Congratulations!"

And it felt even worse than she thought it would. "No we're not... together. This wasn't the first time."

"Okay you need to explain right bloody now."

And still, when she saw Anthony that night, she let herself be his friend again. Because that's all they were.

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𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 [8]

↻—Bakugou x fem! reader [pro-hero AU]

↻—tw: mention of abortion, violent words, suicide, anxiety, angst, little fluff, a SOFTIE BAKUGOU

↻—summary: leaving you and your son, bakugou must find a way redeeming the both of you despite he’s 15 years late.

↻—wc: 2.74k

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↻—disclaimer!

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Kirishima was worried.

He looked at his friend who was covering his face and kept screaming at it. He remembered seeing bakugou on his doorstep and crashed at night, scowling even more than he used to. He definitely knows what’s up. He shut his mouth silently for about 2 hours then decided to ask him. After the dinner he made, he inquired. “Bakugou, you okay?”

Bakugou sighed deeply at his friend’s question, “I fucked up.”

From bakugou’s voice, it got him worried even more, “W-what do you mean you fucked up? Did something happen?” he asked. He sat down on the couch in front of him and waited for his answer.

“Remember mika ori?” he nodded.

“She came to me when I was on my way to y/n’s shop,” he paused, “she then insisted on meeting her, clearly she’s fucking up my plan.”

“Dude..”

Bakugou perked up to see kisihima’s face in a worried state, “she is your ex right? The ‘mika ori’?”

“You know damn well she is.”

Kirishima cursed under his breath. He is aware of Bakugou's plan until the end. Afterall, he's the one of the persons who Bakugou trusts. But the plan didn’t go as planned because a major factor intervened, and it was mika ori.

“So what’s the plan now?”

Bakugou thought he was already at 70% on completing his plan and came back from square one. How will he talk to you again? He clearly saw your face earlier, your eyes widened  when you saw Mika patted him. He knows that you know his likes and dislikes. Plus, Mitsuya gave his full trust to him, he can’t let him down this time again. He clearly missed a decade and five, he can’t let this minor intervention be the result of his downfall. Not on his watch.

Yaoyorozu was worried.

She thought that this is too much for you to handle but you shushed her.

She looked at you going back and forth in your living room, rambling, and cursing out while she was sitting down and sweatdropped at your situation. The night happened when that woman called bakugou "katsuki" really gets on your nerves.

Bakugou leaned on the couch and sighed even more, “we need to get her outta the plan and i’ll try to talk to y/n once more.

"I've been through shit and this little incident?! Oh my god, that's not like me!" You ranted, "redeeming himself to me and mitsuya— more like it's all mitsuya! Why would he say that when he has someone else?! Because he's the number 2 hero?! The audacity—"

"y/n—"

"So doing those flirty shenanigans was just a game?! Those 'sorry' 'i will make it up for you' crap?"

"Can you just please—"

"How bold of that woman to look at me as if i'm a nobody? She'll be kneeling at me when I slap her perfect porcelain skin with my calloused hands! I'm literally gonna get violent-"

"Y/N!"

you stopped pacing back and forth in front of your friend. Realizing the words you have just said, "sorry-"

Yaoyorozu gestured for you to sit next to her and opened her hands, welcoming you in her embrace. " I know this whole situation shook you up, but u think you should take a break from coming to the shop and avoid all the bad things that are affecting you." You breathe out slowly, “I think I should, but who’s gonna manage the shop?”

“There’s a manager for a reason y/n,” she advised. Yaoyorozu convincing you to take a break was a struggle for her, even in the past, she would be needing shinsou’s quirk to make you fall asleep on overworking yourself. She turned her position to you, she wondered. Why would you really react to the little meeting of the woman she didn't also know?

“y/n, listen to me,” you turned your head in her direction, “hm?”, you hummed in response, “based on my thoughts, the way you reacted was like- i mean, i think you still have an ounce of feelings for bakugou?”

You scoffed, “ha? Why would i? He’s been pestering me ever since! Why would I have an ounce of feelings for him?”

“You’re in denial, y/n. Come on, tell me. Do you really want him back?”

You pondered and tried to recollect the things that have happened to you. First, In the cemetery, second, the incident mitsuya had, then, the consecutive visits of him to your shop. Yes, you forgave him in a sense that It was only for Mitsuya's sake. But that one night, he kissed you cheek that caught you guard down.

“Don’t go thinking that I'll just redeem myself on our kid. I like winning at everything. And i will make you mine.”

That’s right. You started believing in him, hoping that it could change everything. But it really did change when the woman beside him, holding his arm and casually patting it, called him by his given name.

“Is it selfish?”

You said in a low voice, that yaoyorozu couldn’t hear it correctly, “can you repeat that again?” she asked.

“Is it selfish? Of me catching feelings for him, I mean,” There are times you can take things so well that people will eventually say that you are strong. But sometimes, even the strongest person has its weak moments too. Just like you, starting to cry. Yaoyorozu instinctively hugged you. In many years, she has seen, talked, and got to spend time with you, she’ll make it up to you and be more supportive than ever.

“Shh.. there’s nothing wrong on that,”

You broke the hug and she used her quir to make a handkerchief and gave it to you, “thanks, yaomomo… i would’ve bawled my eyes out without you.” you softly wipe your eyes on the handkerchief. You’ve calmed down a bit and took a moment of silence to think.

“y/n… can i ask something?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“What’s the name of the woman?”

“You better not pull out a sniper on her, you'll ruin your career.”, she chuckled at your immediate answer. She laughed and shook her head, “no, no, i’m just curious, who knows i already know her.” she replied. “Hmm… I think she goes by the name Mika Ori.” you answered.

Her eyes widened and looked at you with a surprised face.

“What’s with that look?”

“The woman you met was Mika Ori? Are you kidding me?!”

“Uh.. yes, do you… know her?”

She stood up from her seat, this time, she was the one whow a spacing back and forth’ “s-she’s… a bitch!”

You chuckled amusingly, “I'm surprised you could say such vulgar words from your royal mouth.” you commented.

“That woman was Bakugou's ex!”

Oh.

“Really? They’re getting back together aren’t they?”

Yaoyoyorozo shook her head. “No, Bakugou broke up with her, after just 4 months in a relationship. But she’s so madly in love with him! Even midoriya-san was worried.”

“That’s creepy.”

“It is!”

You rested your head on the sofa and sighed loudly, “this is a drag, i don’t know what to do with it anymore. I’m serious about that. I have a lot in my plates. Mitsuya, myself, the shop, and mom.”

The topic you spoke made yaoyorozu’s head turn on you. “Wait, I haven't seen aunty l/n. Did she go on a vacation or something?” she asked. You cracked a smile at her question, “heh, no, she died.”

Yaoyorozu instinctively covered her mouth with her hand, “w-when?” you replied, “9 years ago. It was kind of surprising at some point, I didn't notice she was feeling that way. I feel accountable for her death. The day I got pregnant, I gave birth, the expenses, I feel I've been burdening her. But later on, when I was fixing her old stuff, I found a couple of envelopes filled with money and on the back of it, it had my name and Mitsuya on separate envelopes. She has been planning that all along. Probably waited for Mitsuya to grow older and lessen the trauma, but she was wrong.

The money I used to build the shop was her money, in honor of her. She’s one heck of a mother. If she was alive, I would've spoiled her rotten with the things she had done to me.”

The talk became more and more sad as Yaoyorozu cried even more than you. It was the first time she heard about this after all. To her, she was a second guardian to her. It was getting late, you would have convinced mitsuya to go straight to his bedroom if he ever saw you cry  but to your luck, he way switch hisfirends having a sleepover. You guided Yaoyorozu to the door and bid her a goodbye, “see you tomorrow yaomomo, you should probably take a rest now, you have a patrol tomorrow,” you bid  goodbye. Then she replied, “yeah, i’ll see you tomorrow too, and by the way, meet me at my building at 9:00 in the morning okay?”

“Sure I will.”

“Great, I must be going now, bye y/n!”

You made a small wave, “bye,” then yaoyorozu left. You slowly closed the door, not wanting your neighbors to get disturbed, you went to the kitchen and drank some water. After that, you turned off every light in the house and went straight ahead in your room. You plopped yourself onto the bed, making you feel more satisfied.

The next day was terrible, for bakugou of course. He was currently sitting down once again on a meeting with his other colleagues. Yaoyorozu herself was the one presenting to everyone the plan along with hero commissions. Bakugou's mind was somewhere else, in a country he has to save, he has one thing that he must save. It was hard, for him of course. How could you expect that you almost got what you wanted for a long time just slowly leaving away in your grasp? He didn't like the idea. Once he has a set goal in his mind, he doesn't give up on it.

He pulled out his phone and opened it, to see a notification sent 4 minutes ago.

"dynamight?"

unknown number

How could you block my number katsuki!

He moved his head upwards, "are you still with us?" yaoyorozu inquired.

"I am. Just continue," he replied.

He scrunched his eyebrows as he read the message. 'Fuck you for ruining my plan,' he thought.

Great.

Now he was in the frontline for the operation.

Yaoyorozu made a look at kirishima. Mentally asked him what was happening to bakugou. He shook his head and with his mouth forming a thin line, something's wrong. After the meeting, Bakugou was the first to get out of the room, following Kirishima behind him.

Yaoyorozu also followed them. She herself doesn't want to judge unless she knows both parties well. Irrational thinking is not her thing, she is a woman of knowledge and rationality after all. She didn't even think twice about going to bakugou. As an important person like you, she has to do something.

The two looked at her. "Bakugou-san, i intend to disturb you this time around but i have to ask you something," she paused, "what will you do if y/n won't accept you this time?

I don't want her to be down with all the pain she had. I know I had the nerve to say this after fifteen years without talking to her. But I truly care for her,"

Bakugou looked down on his shoes and raised his head up, "if she won't then I have no choice for that, she's her own self to choose, it was my fault from all of those past years," answered. Yaoyorozu hummed in response, "thanks for telling me your side, it's up to you whether to talk to her or not, just don't be the cause of her pain this time," she said lastly and left.

She looked at the time on her phone. With her eyes widening, she rushed out from the office and left the building.

Since recess wasn’t that long, the bell rang and everyone came back inside of their respective classrooms. A clapping sound can be heard in the front, “alright everyone, since we're already finished our finals, the hero department has their internships, now, our department has prepared also some of our own internships.

“It’s unusual,” Mitsuya mumbled in the school's corridor. It was around recess when he was standing there for a minute or three. He felt this unsettling feeling that he feels crawling on his skin. He couldn’t get the idea of it, instead, he just went back to the classroom and probably slept on his desk.

Akagi on the side immediately stood up and rushed on Yuno and Mitsuya, ”so, what are you gonna fill up as?” he inquired. Yuno placed his hand on his chin, trying to think what to choose. “Hmm, it’s kind of difficult to choose,” he turned his head onto Mitsuya and asked, “What are you gonna fill the form as?”

All of you are assigned in different locations in group of 4, in different locations in japan, you must fill out these forms, we will be dividing you 4 based on the similarities of your forms that you will be filling it up,” the teacher gave the forms in the front and passed it on the back, “the payments are all free, all we need is your parent’s consents to finalize the process. And remember, this limited internship will serve as your midterms in your 2nd semester, we won’t be using written works in the meantime since we will be looking at your real-life performances. Good luck to all of you, don’t worry, a lot of these things will happen in your future years during highschool, so go all out on your wants .”

Without any questions, he wrote down something, the two looked closer to see what he just wrote on his form.

Photography.

“Eh?! Really? That’s so unlike you—”

A vein popped out from his forehead, “it’s none of your business glasses,” he growled.

The trio passed their papers and waited for their teachers, and mostly everyone in the class passed their forms, “the parents' consent form will be given after school but first, we will be giving you guys some groups based on your filled out forms, If one of you won’t get to be allowed to go, we can make a few adjustments. The trio literally sticked to one another, not that he was complaining but he is rather relieved to begin with, who knows if he gets paired to the other kids in the room, it will hopefully happen something drastic. Everyone knows that he was the son of the country’s number two hero, Dynamight, after the annual sports festival.

The last member was unexpected, It was a girl. The girl looked at the trio who was also looking at her, immediately her face turned red and covered her face with her hands, “don’t look at me at the same time, i got tense up pretty badly,” she lowly said enough for the trio to look away.

“Our bad,” they synced.

When he was on his way home, he happened to be waiting in his dad’s office, he was leaning on the wall beside his door, and waited.

Without any hesitation, mistuya opened the door to see his dad, sitting on the chair with loads of papers stacked on top of each other. “Sucks to be you I guess,” he commented.

A lump on his throat when heard his son’s voice, he shifted his eyes on him while Mitsuya was just wandering in his office. The atmosphere was so thick that both of them almost choked on it. Mitsuya first broke the silence, “how was your plan going?” he asked.

“It’s been good, just couple of talking will suffice enough”

Mitsuya paused and looked at bakugou who was intently looking at the paper, he shifted his eyes back on his tracks and gave a reply, “that’s good i guess, and i think i have to go,” he turned and went to the door,”see you old man”,then he left the office room. Bakugou sighed loudly as he turned his seat on the huge glass panel he had behind him that shows the entire Musutafu City.

“The hell I'm gonna do,” he mumbled.

end of pt.8

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Bubblegum - Part Thirteen

Masterlist

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Female OC

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI!! Mentions of violence, threatening language.

Synopsis: When Eden signed her recording contract to become a pop superstar, she hadn't realized she wasn't just signing her creative freedoms away, she was signing much more. Her control over social media, her diet, and even her relationships. When she gets contracted into a relationship with some wannabe rockstar name Jake Kiszka, will she finally find her freedom?

A/N: I can't believe I've finished a second multi-part fic. I want to say thank you to everyone who liked, commented, reblogged, or even just read this fic! And again, a special shout-out to @joshkiszkas for encouraging me to keep writing it all those many months ago, Shelly I love you so much. I hope you all have enjoyed this journey!!

P.S. Keep an eye out next week for another little surprise!

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Eden stood in the hotel suite that her label had gotten her to get ready in. It was close to the venue for the awards show, and made it difficult for Eden to try and see Jake before everything started. She had been woken up at 5am to the car outside her house to take her to the hotel, so she could start getting prepped and ready for the day. Showered, exfoliated, moisturized and tanned, she was sat in the makeup chair, her hair done silken and straight, parted down the middle. The pieces that normally framed her face where subtly slicked back behind her ears.

She had convinced the makeup artist to ditch the matching eyeshadow to the lilac purple mini dress she was supposed to wear and had them opt for a more subtle, natural look, with the exception of a thin black wing of eyeliner. Tonight was all about power, and Eden was taking hers back.

“There will be four press stops on the red carpet.” Bryan paced in front of her once she was ready. She tugged at the skirt of the dress, the cut out slits on the sides of the dress were sexy, but she would prefer to wear something like that privately, for her and Jake’s eyes only. Not in front of crowds of screaming strangers. “They’ve been fed questions to ask you, about your performance tonight and the new album. Be coy about the album, and excited.” he instructed.

“I will.” Eden nodded. 

“What do you do if an interviewer goes rogue?” Bryan stopped, shooting a warning glance her way. Eden took a small breath in, holding back an eye roll.

“Divert the conversation to my upcoming project as best as possible.” she answered in monotone, having answered the question before every big red carpet event in her career.

“Good.” Bryan was focused on his phone again. “Isn’t this easy, Eden? Play the game, and you win.” Eden bit her tongue to avoid a snarky remark that would give away their whole plan. She tampered down the small rage burning in her stomach and nodded.

“You’re right.” she gave him a tight smile. Bryan’s phone pinged and he grinned at it. 

“The limo is here.” he ushered her towards the door of the suite and into the elevator. “Remember, you are a cute, sunny pop star. You make fun music and love to dance and sing. Your dress is Gucci, shoes are Prada and jewelry is Cartier.” Eden nodded as he spoke, nerves starting to set in. Would she really be able to pull this off? As they walked to the limo, Bryan kept going over the key points, the crash course in media training going in one ear and out the other. 

“I got it, Bryan.” Eden informed him as the limo door was opened for her. “I’m the good little puppet.”

“You’d better be.” he fixed her with a glare. “Or everything you’ve come to know is going to be snatched away so fast your head will spin.” Eden shot him a glare back, sliding into her seat as modestly as she could and watched through the tinted window as Bryan slammed the door shut and retreated, waiting for his own car to bring him to the show. 

As she situated herself on the seat and the car began to move, the divider window lowered.

“Helloooo nurse.” Sam winked at her from the rearview window. Eden grinned and moved across the small space, seeing Danny sitting next to him in the passenger seat. Both of them were grinning, wearing chauffeur’s hats.

“Where’s-“

“Jake had something to take care of,” Danny answered, turning his head to look at her. “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands.”

“I don’t doubt it.” Eden gave him a smile. 

“Your outfit is hanging on that hook there, we’re gonna take the long way, have some fun.” Sam told you as began to merge onto the road.

“Sam, are you sure you can drive this?” Eden grimaced as he hit the curb, jostling the entire vehicle.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine.” he took a hand off the wheel and waved her off. “Just focus on getting dressed.”

“Be careful.” Danny smirked, rolling up the divider. Eden took a deep breath and then began taking off her shoes, tossing them to the side. After a few minutes of wiggling, she was able to unzip the dress, sliding it off her body. Tossing that to the side as well, she reached up, grabbing the garment bag that was hanging in the limo on a small hook. Unzipping it, she fought the urge to cry. It was even more perfect in person. As she took if off the hanger, she tumbled to the side, landing on the floor of the limo with a thud.

“You okay back there?” Sam’s muffled shout sounded through the glass partition. 

“Yeah!” Eden shouted back. “Please don’t get us killed, Sam. I don’t want to die with my current discography as my legacy.”

“I’m doing my best!” Sam shouted back defensively, and Eden rolled her eyes. She unzipped the back of the jumpsuit, angling herself on the seat of the car and sliding her legs in, pulling the material up her body. Reach back behind her, she struggled after getting the zipper halfway up her back.

“Hey!” she rapped her knuckles against the partition, and it lowered. “I need help with the zipper.”

“Shit, okay.” Danny unbuckled his seatbelt and moved so he was turned and reaching through to the back, and Eden shuffled to move within his reach. As he got his hands on the small metal pull, Sam hit a bump, causing them both to jostle and Danny to smack his head on the ceiling of the car, and his back on the divider edge. “Dammit Sam!”

“I’m doing the best I can!!” Sam shrieked. “This thing is like a million feet long!” Danny quickly finished zipping the jumpsuit and turned back around, buckling in and sighing in relief as soon as it clicked. Eden glanced into the garment bag, noticing it only held a pair of black open toed heels. 

“The skirt isn’t here.” Eden pawed through the empty bag, as if it would magically appear in her hands the more she dug.

“Like we said,” Sam called over his shoulder. “Jake had something to take care of. Don’t worry.” Eden nodded, putting on the heels and folding the bag neatly on the seat next to her.

“I’m ready.” she told the boys in the front seat. Sam’s eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror again, and gave her a confident nod. The drive to the venue was shorter than she thought it would be, though the line up of limos was long. They could hear fans screaming and cheering as various artists and celebrities walked the red carpet. When they pulled up to the drop off point, Danny and Sam turned to look back at Eden one more time.

“You’ve got this.” Sam nodded. 

“Go knock ‘em dead.” Danny added with a smile. Eden leaned forward, giving both boys a kiss on the cheek as the limo door opened.

“Thank you. Both of you. I love you guys.”

“We love you too, now go before we get honked at!” Sam grinned goofily. Eden moved towards the door, beginning to step out when a hand reached out. The sun was in her eyes as she tried to see who was in front of her. She took it, and as they helped her from the car, she knew exactly who’s hand she held. 

“Hey beautiful.” Jake smiled at her as she stood upright. He led her forward a few steps, walking backwards to take a look at her. “God, you look amazing.” He did too. Black dress pants with a matching suit jacket, left open wide, nothing underneath but tangles of long necklaces.

“Thank you.” Eden said. “My boyfriend had it made for me.”

“What a great boyfriend, huh?” Jake laughed. “Are you ready?” Eden nodded.

“I’m ready.” she squeezed his hand and he squeezed back. One of the many event coordinators noticed them and began ushering them along, giving a side glance to Jake. Eden kept his hand in hers, holding it tightly as people began cheering and screaming her name. They came to a photo stop, and Jake let go of her hand, gesturing to her almost as if to make sure the cameras focused only on Eden for a few flashes. After a few poses, Eden reached out her hand and Jake joined by her side, his hand resting comfortably on her back as she gazed at him. The coordinator moved them along, to Eden’s first interview.

“Eden!” the interviewer greeted you. “Thank you for stopping by! You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you!” Eden grinned, sincerely for the first time on a red carpet in a long time. “Thank you, it’s a custom piece.”

“Amazing!” the interviewer nodding, then looked over to Jake, caught off guard by his presence. “Now hold on, the rumors around town are that you two were over.”

“Rumors are just that.” Jake piped up. “Rumors. I’d never leave this woman’s side.” he smiled at Eden and she had to keep herself from melting under his loving gaze.

“Well I have to say, I’m glad.” the interviewer giggled. “You two are one of my favorite couples. Now Eden, I’ve heard you’ve been working on a new album! Is there anything you can tell us about that?” Eden looked from the interviewer to Jake, who smirked and nodded encouragingly. 

“It’ll be unlike anything you’ve ever heard from me before.” Eden smiled. “I’m really excited to share it with everyone.”

“Ooh, are we getting a sneak peek tonight during your performance?” the interviewer asked excitedly. Eden shrugged, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“You’ll have to watch and find out.” she winked. The interviewer thanked Eden for her time and the coordinator then rushed them to the next photo stop. As she adjusted her hair, she caught a glimpse of Bryan, scowling with the rest of her team as they stood by the doors, waiting for them. Her breathing faltered and she knew she was going to get chewed out as soon as Bryan got a hold of her inside, away from cameras.

“Fuck them.” Jake tugged her body closer to his, leaning in and nuzzling his nose against her cheek. “Everything is gonna work out.” Eden turned her head and looked at him. “I promise.” they finished the photo stops and interviews, and Jake ushered her inside the venue, past the team from the label and management company. 

For a few moments, the lights, the sparkles, the people were all a blur. Eden was noticed by a few artists, and had a few polite chats with them. She decided Jake’s face as he bit his tongue while they had a short conversation with Cardi B was her favorite one he made yet. 

“You doing okay?” she whispered when Cardi’s team moved her to someone else.

“This is so far out of my wheelhouse.” he shook his head. 

“Just a few hours, and we’ll be sitting on the couch in Casa de Greta, shoveling junk food in our faces.” Eden assured him.

“Rather be alone at your place.” Jake nudged her shoulder with his and she giggled. 

“We could do that too.” she winked. 

“Miss Beckett!” another even coordinator with a clipboard came up to her and Jake. “Miss Beckett, if you’ll follow me, I’ll direct you to your seats. Your other guests are already sat.”

“Oh, thank you.” Eden and Jake followed the coordinator to the fourth row from the stage, and was greeted with Sam, Danny and Josh already seated. 

“There’s our little songbird!” Josh stood up, holding his hands out towards her and pulling Eden into a hug. “You look good. You look like Eden.”

“I feel like her.” Eden smiled as Josh reached up, smoothing a fly away hair from the top of her head. They took their seats again and chatted as others began filling seats and the show was going to begin. The comedian the show had hired to host the show was doing their bits onstage, getting low laughs from the people pay attention. Most were still chattering along with colleagues they hadn’t seen in a while due to busy schedules. 

During the show, Eden could feel eyes burning into the back of her head. She knew it was Bryan. Jake wordlessly laid his hand on her thigh, giving it a small, quick squeeze before patting it reassuringly. 

“Miss Beckett,” a coordinator came up the them during a commercial break an hour in. “It’s time to head back for your performance.”

“Thank you.” Eden stood, smoothing out her outfit before following the worker to the theater doors. She looked behind her to see Jake and Josh following closely, glaring down Bryan as they passed his seat. She was taken to a dressing room to prepare, Josh standing outside it as Jake and Eden entered and shut the door. The glittering overlay skirt was hanging up delicately on a rack, and Eden ran a thumb over one of the designs.

“I had one last adjustment to make on it.” Jake said softly, as he walked over to her, taking it off the hanger. He fanned it out, and held it to his chest. The tip of his boot kicked out a small detail at the hem. A small, blue-silver taurus astrological sign that wasn’t there in the photos was now added.

“It matches the bigger ones on my taurus suit.” he smiled bashfully. “So you’ll have me on the stage with you.” Eden bit her bottom lip, nodding at the small gesture. “And I guess, by default, Josh too since we’re twins. But mostly me.”

“Jake, it’s perfect.” she nodded. “Just what I needed.” Jake came around her, fastening the skirt to the sides of the jumpsuit where they subtly interlocked, and stepped back to look at it all complete.

“Remind me to pay our designer and tailor a visit with flowers, money and booze.” he said. “You’re gonna blow everyone away.”

“I hope so.” Eden began to wring her hands in front of her. She paced around the room, and Jake watched her process silently. Suddenly she bent down in front of the mirror, making sure her makeup was still in tact and perfect, then she began her pacing again. “What if this flops?” she finally asked out loud. “Jake, what if this flops and we did all of this for nothing? Our careers ruined, reputations tarnished.”

“Then it flops.” Jake shrugged. “And we go on knowing that we did our best, and that you were true to who you really are.”

“But your-“

“Don’t worry about anything but performing right now, okay?” Jake took her hands in his, kissing the tops of them. “You’re going to have an amazing moment. And no one will take that away from you.”

“Miss Beckett, we need you in the wings!” a knock on the door sounded and Eden drew a deep, shaky breath. Sure, performing always made her nervous. But this was going to be different. She wasn’t singing cheesy pop songs she didn’t believe in, she wasn’t singing in front of the guys. She was about to sing in front of a room full of her musical peers, and in front of cameras that were streaming live world wide and baring her true self. Suddenly, as she walked through the doorway and backstage, she felt utterly and completely naked.

“Where are the dancers?! Where are the confetti canons?!” Bryans angry voiced echoed over the thudding music that was playing onstage. He was a few feet away, berating one of the coordinators, a finger in the poor kids face. “Nothing is ready for this performance.”

“It is.” Eden called out. Bryan’s head snapped to her, and she rolled her shoulders back. His eyes widened as he took her in and clenched his teeth. “I’ve got everything I need.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Bryan hissed as he walked closer to her. Jake moved to step in front of her, Josh beginning to flank her on the other side, but she held out her hand, stopping them. 

“I’m reclaiming my music.” Eden declared. “And the world is going to know who I really am, what I really am.”

“You’re making the biggest mistake of your pathetic life!” Bryan snarled. “You’re not only costing me millions, but you’re gonna lose everything. They’re gonna lose everything.” he pointed to the pair of brothers next to you. 

“No.” Eden shook her head. “We’re all going to be fine. No matter what happens, we’ve got each other.”

“How sweet.” Bryan faked a pout. “Very Hallmark. Let’s see how long this love lasts when all your money runs out and you’re under the poverty line again.”

“Actually, that won’t be happening.” Danny and Sam had appeared behind them, and Eden turned as Danny pulled a copy of her recording contract from his suit jacket pocket, unrolling it and flipping to a page. “Says right here in her recording contract, which you wrote by the way, that Miss Beckett was to be signed for a three record deal. She has a third record, the contract is done.”

“The record isn’t complete, you idiot.” Bryan sneered at the young man, which made Sam toss his head back and laugh.

“Oh it is. I submitted it for pressing this morning, myself.” he smirked. “It was done under our label. If you remember, it’s a subsidy of yours, and was ultimately approved by the major label that houses Eden’s contract.” Sam stepped forward, taking the copy of the contract from Danny’s hand and shoving it into Bryan’s chest, making the man falter. “She’s not your puppet anymore.” Bryan glared at the tallest Kiszka as Jake picked up the acoustic Gibson Hummingbird that was waiting in the wings for you. As Danny and Sam blocked Bryan from getting to you, listening to him threaten them with lawsuits that would send them back home to Michigan with nothing but the hair on the heads left, Jake led you closer to the PA that was helping keep the show together. People were setting up a new set that Eden hadn’t seen before, and she took a shaky, deep breath.

“You’re going to do amazing.��� Jake took her face in his hands, looking into her eyes. “The world is going to fall as madly in love with the real Eden as I have. I know it.” Eden knew if she opened her mouth to speak, she’d start crying, and that wouldn’t help the situation at all.

“Miss Beckett, we need you on stage.” Eden took a deep breath and Jake handed her the guitar, she put the strap over her shoulder and followed the PA out to the stage. Various celebrities were mingling around during the commercial break and Eden tried not to let her eyes flit around to anyone as she made sure her instrument was in tune. Jake ran out behind her, flagging Josh and bringing him along, and they both worked in unison, fluffing out the glittering skirt behind her before running back into the wings as the lights came up and the cameras came around. There was a countdown over the speakers, people rushing back to their seats before the show started back up again.

The PA signaled the cameras rolling and Eden began to strum the opening to her own song. The bars felt painfully more slow than they had in rehearsals at her home late in the night, but she kept count, and finally took that deep breath, closed her eyes, and began to sing.

“Hate casts a long shadow

I know that I lie in it

And let it rule my mind from time to time.

Escaping an old battle

Clings on like a vine to me

Whispers dirty lies in my ear.

I know, we didn’t start this fight,

And I won’t let it rule my heart tonight!

“I can change, I can change I can still change

I can still change.”

Eden opened her eyes, hearing a sliding guitar. She hadn’t notice the Jake’s guitar in the wings, and Jake was now there, accompanying her acoustic performance with a soft, encouraging smile as his fingers worked the fretboard, the small metal device on his forefinger. With a new confidence, Eden continued to the next verse.

“Tracing an old pattern

Drawing the lines from where I am

and from where I wanna be

Forget that old adage

That history continues to

Keep us from the world we wanna see.

I am scared, that I won’t get it right

But fear won’t rule my heart tonight!

I can change, I can change, I can still change

I can still change.”

Eden repeated the last verse twice, and on the last note, stepped back from the mic stand, trying not to show her nerves. The crowd erupted, clapping and whistling. Eden broke out into a grin, tears brimming on her lower eyelids as she looked over to Jake, who was grinning and clapping along with the audience. As the cameras turned away from the stage to the host that was in the audience, Eden ran over to Jake.

“They liked it!” she grinned, her eyes wide with shock. “You think they really liked it?”

“Baby, I think they loved it.” Jake nodded. He reached out, taking her hand and leading her backstage as the PA kept waving them to exit, and they took the guitars off and handed them away to the stage hands.

“Edie!” Sam wrapped his arms around her, lifting her and twirling her around before placing her next to Jake again. “That was incredible! You were amazing! I felt that performance!”

“Thank you, Sam!” she hugged him again, then reached behind him, grabbing Danny and hugging him too.

“Songbird, that was simply phenomenal.” Josh smiled at her, holding his hands out towards her like she was a prized art piece on display. “A true display of power and beauty with humility and talent. I’m so proud to be-”

“Josh, stop talking and hug me.” Eden laughed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and squeezing him tight. “What happened to Bryan?”

“He tried to swing at me, Danny clocked him and he got escorted out.” Sam shrugged nonchalantly. Eden was about to ask some follow up questions, when a small voice interrupted.

“Miss Beckett, there’s a press line for you, everyone wants to know why you didn’t perform your last single, and what this one was!” another PA was standing in front of the group, looking between them all nervously. 

“No questions tonight, please.” Eden gave her a kind smile. “Just tell them that there’s a new era on the horizon for Eden Beckett.” the PA stared at her before nodding and scurrying away. She looked over to Jake, taking his hand and smiling at the rest of the guys. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m starving. I’m thinking tacos and margaritas?”

“Yes! Absolutely yes!” they all nodded and grinned, Sam, Josh and Danny leading the way out. Jake and Eden lagged behind, swinging their hands between them. There was a new atmosphere between them now. No looming threats, no drama or fear. Everything felt open and free.

“It’s a shame,” Eden sighed, gesturing down her body. “I didn’t get to wear this for very long.”

“Darling, you can wear that whenever you want.” Jake smirked. “I’ve had some thoughts about it….especially the skirt. Just the skirt.” Eden blushed and laughed.

“Let’s see how strong these margaritas are, and maybe you’ll get your dreams to come true.”

“They already have, baby.” Jake assured her, bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing the back of it. “They already have.”

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[theliterarywolf]

Wait, what happened to the FNF fandom?

...

I once put forth the notion of how some fandoms, when they don't get a constant drip-feed of official content, start going a little... 'Batshit crazy-cuckoo bananas-jump head first into the deep-end and take a group of girl scouts with them'.

Well, it seems that the fandom for FNF is no exception. I already knew that there was the typical fan-wank discourse of 'oh, you can't ship that/you can't draw that/my headcanons are the only canon', but then *deep breath*...

You have the whole thing with the creator of the Whitty mod being harassed out of the fandom, you have the whole thing with the creator of Midfight Masses being forced into deleting said mod, you have the whole thing with the creator of the AGOTI mod being a target of harassment because he apparently dared to say something along the lines of him not liking the current state of Pride Month (I admittedly only glanced over that thread so I don't have all the info there), you have the whole thing with various mod creators talking shit on social media about the team behind the official FNF game because they're upset that they weren't invited to work on said official game, once every other month you have someone in the indie game or indie animation scene making a popular bad take about how the official FNF team either taking the money and running or that the project will crash and burn because 'it shouldn't take this long to make a rhythm game, especially with how much money the Kickstarter made~', you have the whole thing with Retrospecter distancing himself from the fandom because of how people spam-reported his mod to the point that it got taken down for several days because a bunch of kids who shouldn't even be playing the game kept complaining that Sakuroma

Was 'too sexy/too vulgar' and that he 'needed to stop putting his fetishes in a kids' game', you have people getting mad at Week 7 of the official game for 'making school shooter jokes' despite the fact that the game is for adults and people who have grown up with Newgrounds know the type of humor the site is known for, you have the whole shitshow with Sky, you have the whole "every other week someone who works on a mod or is a larger figure in the community is outed as being a groomer" (including, as I was just recently informed, one of the people who worked on the Sonic.EXE mod), hell even though I find this one funny, if you want you can add the whole thing about how the director of the Sonic.EXE mod essentially pulled a 'Hatsune Miku created Minecraft' with his whole 'I own the Sonic.EXE creepypasta now because the original creator is problematic', the whole thing of people (who go ahead and make mods for the game in question) coming around to call the staff of the official game 'problematic' despite the fact that they still want to be popular for making mods of the game made by supposedly 'problematic people', *deep breath*...

And so many other things that I'm sure I've missed but I've been trying to keep my FNF experiences keyed in on the few mods/songs that I like and official content, so I'm probably (thankfully) out of the loop with them.

[rattyoakenbitch]

❝𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞❞ ─ 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨

hey, it's not like you ever tried to stay . .

❥ content ; gn reader, angst, dark themes, yandere themes, toxic relationship

❥ warnings ; sxlf hxrm & mxtilation, swearing, verbal abuse, manipulation, slight nxdity lol

❥ synopsis ; all you wanted was his attention. and by the gods, you were going to get his attention by any means.

❥ a/n ; first mello fic (: i've been wanting to write something dark for a while and ig i finally got the opportunity lol. i thought i got out of my death note stage but i'm back, so please don't be afraid to send requests or ask to be added to my nonexistent taglist! alsoo while this oneshot does include s/h, i am in no way glorifying or romanticizing it!!! but i do tend to write angsty and dark fics. again, this is a work of fiction and i don't intend for anyone to take this too seriously and let this influence them.

The loud crash of a glass echoed throughout the room as a vase went flying through the air and collided with the wall, just a few feet from where you were standing.

You didn't flinch. Didn't scream. Didn't cry. Didn't react. You were used to Mello's fits of rage by now, months into your relationship. If you could even call it that, at this point.

You knew Mello wouldn't dare lay a finger on you; if he did, he'd cut off his own hands and have live with the guilt forever, knowing he brought you harm. Which is why you didn't react.

However, he didn't seem to have a problem when it was only verbal.

"I don't fucking get you!" Mello spat harshly and continued to rant, "Why did you think that was okay?! Did you once consider how I felt?! I was worried sick that some asshole hurt you but you come back a day later and tell me you were at some boy's house!"

You only scoff, leaning against the wall in a relaxed manner, eyeing the remaining shards of the vase carefully. Just like Mello, you were incredibly stubborn.

"Answer me, Y/N!"

"Okay, Mihael," you state cooly, using Mello's legal name and causing him to listen more intently. "First of all, I don't know what you expected me to do when you invited your weird mafia 'friends' over while I was trying to sleep. Second, he's not 'some boy', his name is Y/F/N and he's one of a few people I can trust. I don't know what you think of me."

"You could've gotten a hotel room, that's what!"

"With what money, Mihael?! What fucking money? You forced me to quit my job and then practically lock me up in this hell hole that I can't even call 'home' anymore!"

Mello huffed. "Pfft, you should be grateful. I've kept you safe all this time, away from the dangers of the world. You're alive because of me. Me. You're mine."

"Yeah, some fucking life, right?"

"I provide for you, I protect you from the monsters out in the world, but you still decide to go and whore yourself out to your little 'friend'," Mello sneered, his sharp voice dripping with venom.

You stared at your boyfriend in disbelief. All words, all arguments and nasty retorts expiring on your lips.

"I.." You start, but laugh pitifully. "I don't even know what you're saying. I don't know if you even know what you're saying. Honestly, Mello, just when I thought you couldn't surprise me anymore, you start spewing complete and utter bullshit out of your mouth." Mello's silence only egged you on. "It's no wonder Near always came in first place." Aaand there it was. You snapped.

If looks could kill, you'd be dead. Mello's eyes widened in anger at the mention of Near, reminding him of his inferiority.

In a completely different situation where he wasn't on the receiving end, Mello would be smiling proudly, listening to your clever retorts and comebacks. You've always been as stubborn and hot headed as him, and he really liked that about you, fuck that "opposites attract" bullshit. (I ACC LOVE THAT TROPE LOL IM SORRY) However, considering you were both extremely toxic people, it was far from entertaining when it was you who got in a fight with the other.

You didn't stop, though. If he was gonna play that who-could-be-more-toxic game, you weren't gonna back down.

"I don't know if it was the explosion or you've really always been that stupid, but you need to get the fuck over yourself and stop throwing tantrums when you find out that I have a life, too, and I have friends. Friends who actually give a damn."

You stare down each other in silence, a heavy tension hanging in the air. Still, after a few moments, Mello didn't make any effort to speak or react, other than walking out of the room.

Days, weeks went by. Mello hasn't spoken a word to you. Hasn't even looked in your direction when you passed each other or walked into the same room. You didn't exist anymore, and it worried you.

Mello was never like this. Within a few days or even hours after an argument, you would easily kiss and make up. Had you gone too far this time?

Besides the fact that Mello was intentionally giving you the cold shoulder, he was also busy with work, and was out of the house from midnight to early afternoon. During that time, you would stay at home and carry out your every day mundane tasks and chores.

Even now, you didn't seek comfort in your family or friends. You were either busy keeping the house clean, sleeping, or entertaining yourself on social media. But it was all a sad attempt to keep your mind occupied on anything else other than Mello.

And one day like any other where Mello was out doing whatever the hell mafia dudes do, you snapped. You decided you were sick of the silent treatment.

If Mello was gonna play dirty and ignore you, you were gonna give him something to react to.

Mello came home some time after sunset. Kicking off his boots as he walked in the front door, he immediately knew something was off. It was quiet - too quiet. Despite the fact that you were practically taking some sort of forced break after the argument, you acted the same. You went about your day and didn't bother acting shy or timid around Mello. You still hummed earworm pop songs to yourself or put on a podcast to fill the tense air. But now there was nothing. Just Mello, the walls, and the silence.

Mello cautiously walked around the house and searched for any signs of you, fearing the worst.

As he frantically looked around, he stopped abruptly at the sight of blood smeared onto the hallway wall.

Blood.

His heartbeat began to thump loudly in his ears.

Then he noticed more blood. And more, smeared up on the wall, and eventually a trail picked up. He followed the bloody trail as it lead him through the hallway and stopped outside of your shared bedroom that he hasn't been inside for weeks.

Mello shakily inhaled and braced himself for whatever gruesome scene he would walk into.

He reached for the doorknob, twisting it and letting himself in.

Soon as he did, he ceased all motions, his breath caught in his throat as he tried to process what his eyes were showing him.

There, you sat on the bed, nothing on but your underwear and one of Mello's shirts. On one hand, you loosely held a pocket knife. On the other, you had your sleeve rolled up, your inner arm facing Mello's direction.

Your doe eyes looked up from the floor and met Mello's panicked ones. He was finally looking at you again. Despite the gorey setting and the stinging in your arm, you smiled. You were real to him again.

Multiple cuts oozed blood and trickled down your arm, onto your now dirtied clothes and the once satin white sheets below you.

As Mello got closer, silently freaking out, he could now see that these weren't just cuts - you carved out words. Sentences, onto your arm.

Among the many bloody 'I love you's' and pleads, one word stuck out to him.

It was his name.

He felt sick. Distraught. Guilty. Afraid.

"Y/N," he choked out shakily.

His gaze trailed up your arm, your body, and fixated onto your seemingly innocent face. Your face was rested and gentle, your eyes still staring up at him with adoration and desperation. If it weren't for the blood that painted your whole body and surroundings red, he would have found comfort in your presence.

"I did this.." You ran your fingers along your fresh wounds, not once wincing or drawing back in discomfort. "For you."

You continued, a sick sweetness in your voice. "Jus' wanted to show you how much I love you.. You've been leaving me so lonely, Mello." You frowned. "It was only a matter of time before I had to do something. And now you're finally here.. And you won't leave me again."

[celestialevie]

Flower Boy // George Weasley x GN! Reader

Summary: AU where y/n is working at the tattoo shop, while their best friend is an owner of a flower shop. What happenes when expecting to see your best friend for lunch, you end up meeting a tall ginger man. Warnings: fluff, mention of food, tattoos, flowers, George being absolute charmer Word count: 1.7k a/n: enjoy this aboslute fluff of a fic!! and again, english is not my first language so if there are any mistakes please do not hestitate to let me know about it!! ' Evangeline ' is an oc of mine, so she might appear in some of my fics as a side charachter. Also credit to @bwbatta for the dividers!!

Being a tattoo artist was one of the things you were proudest of. It wasn't easy to become one after neglecting art for so many years during High School. But after your best friend opened her own flower shop, she helped you get your inspiration for art being constantly surrounded by flowers and stories of why people were getting flowers. You were happy with everything but not knowing that wasn't the end of your happiness. It all started when you were on your lunch break and decided to swing by your best friend's flower shop to visit her. Expecting to see a small blonde girl behind the counter, you were shocked to see a tall ginger man standing there instead. '' Hello, how can I help you today? '' When ginger looked up, he felt as if someone kicked all of the air from his lungs because before him stood a beautiful person with y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes. Smiling at them as they approached the counter, they were even more beautiful up close. '' Hi, um I'm looking for Evangeline? I didn't know she hired someone new. '' Ginger laughed, nodding his head. '' Ah yes, I'm only here temporarily. Unfortunately, you just missed her, she left to go on a lunch break with my uglier twin. '' You only laughed at that. '' Too bad, but can you please let her know that y/n looked for her? '' He nodded. '' I'll let her know. I'm George by the way. If you ever wanna ask her for me. '' George wiggled his eyebrows, making you shook your head. '' It was nice meeting you, but I have to go now. Please don't break any of her flowers she's not afraid to commit murder if you break something in her shop. '' his eyes widen, making you laugh as you were leaving but his voice stopped you. '' Hey! You come here often? '' he asks '' Considering I use to work here and my best friend owns it, yes. '' and with that, you left the shop, heading back to your workplace.

As the clock turned changed time to 8 pm, you relaxed finally going home after a stressful day. Just as you were open the door, Evangeline barged in. '' Hello, heard you've been looking for me. '' She grinned at her best friend, attacking them with a hug. '' Hello to you too,'' you said returning the hug '' I see the tall ginger you failed to mention to me kept his word. '' smirk appearing in the corner of your mouth as you recall your encounter with him from earlier today. '' It seemed to me you left a trance on Georgie boy. '' Evangeline wiggled her eyebrows, making you laugh '' You can't do that to me, I wanted to have lunch with my best friend only to find she ditched me for and I quote the ginger man '' uglier twin '', leaving me to get almost a heart attack. For a second I thought I walked into a wrong shop. '' Both of you walked out of the shop, heading towards your apartment. '' Speaking of that date, you also failed to mention you were dating someone, and here I thought we tell each other everything, tsk tsk. I'm disappointed. '' you nudged her, blush creeping on her cheeks. '' Oh my god are you blushing? He's making you blush just by thinking of him? You need to tell me about him. '' and so she did. She told you how his name is Fred and along with his twin, he has 6 siblings, making both of them the middle children. It was very interesting to know about a man who took an interest in my best friend. Deciding she'll spend the night at yours, you both got cosy into pyjamas and watched movies until you both crashed. The next morning you went together to work, letting you know she'll come to your work for the lunch break. So when your lunch break came, you didn't expect her to walk in with the same ginger man from yesterday. '' y/n/n, I brought us a bodyguard to keep us safe during our lunch break. '' grin played on her lips, making you shake your head. '' Yeah because we're so in danger that someone is gonna try and kill us while eating Taco Bell. '' George snorted, making you look at him. He looked even cuter than yesterday if that's even possible. Maybe there was something in gingers that you'd yet to discover that makes them so attractive. '' So flower boy, what do you do when you're not being a bodyguard or taking care of Evie's flower shop. '' he was grinning at the nickname. '' I own a joke shop with my brother, but we're currently redecorating inside so we had to close it for a week or two. '' An attractive businessman, that's a first one you snorted to yourself. Spending an hour with two of them, turned into a mostly back and forth conversation between George and you. Soon Evie had to leave, her lunch break coming to an end. To your surprise, George asked you if he could stay for a bit longer, which you said yes to since you had no client for another hour. He asked you about your art style, which, according to George made your eyes sparkle up with happiness, making him chuckle when you started to ramble not even noticing. '' You're rambling. '' he chuckled making you blush a little. '' Sorry, sometimes I can get carried away without even noticing. '' George smiled, taking your hand in his, making you look at him. '' Don't apologise, it's adorable. '' blushing even harder, you looked at the clock making you realise that in 15 minutes your client should be coming. '' Oh shit I didn't even realise how much time has passed already, I have to prepare for the next client. But hey if you ever want a tattoo you know where to come. '' You said and with that, you disappeared somewhere behind in the storage, kind of hiding from flower boy, because he's starting to make you feel things you haven't felt before.

Everything was happening so fast, in the next few days he kept coming either alone or in a company of Evangeline. She knew what she was doing and she was enjoying it. You even got to meet Fred, him wanting to meet the fascinating best friend of his girlfriend and the person who his brother can't seem to stop talking about. So when George asked you out, you said yes having nothing to lose. Deciding on a picnic, both of you packed some food, and he picked you up after work, leading you to a park. He prepared a blanket and put down the baskets where food and drinks were, sitting down and relaxing. '' How was your day? '' you began the conversation. '' It was good, mostly spent the entire day thinking of what to bring for our date tonight. '' a smile appeared on his face. '' How was yours? Any interesting tattoos you did? '' so you told him about this older guy who had half of his back tattooed with some weird game character, which made him laugh. Looking up at the sky, it looked amazing. '' Isn't the view beautiful? '' a grin played on your lips as you looked at the stars. George was only looking at you, and how beautiful you looked under the stars. If he wasn't already falling, he definitely would've now. '' Yeah, it couldn't be more beautiful. '' you looked at him and he was looking at you. '' Stop looking at me like that! '' He grinned at you, placing a hand on your cheek. '' Like what? '' he said softly while looking you in the eyes. '' L-like I've placed all the stars in the sky as if I'm the most unique thing on this planet. '' you were avoiding his eyes, knowing you wouldn't be able to breathe if you do. George had other plans, because he softly placed finger under your chin, making you look up at him. His eyes were filled with so much adoration, making you get lost in them. '' I've been looking at you like that ever since we first met, darling. I've grown quite fond of you from the first time our eyes met. '' a smile was spread on both of your lips '' God how much I love seeing you smile. I like you so much, love. '' placing your hands on both of his cheeks '' Can I tell you something? '' you said quietly almost a whisper. '' You can tell me anything. '' ''I like you too flower boy. '' even bigger smile was on his lips. '' Could you say it again? '' you furrowed your eyebrows. '' Were you not listening? '' he shook his head. ' No, I was, I just like the sound of your voice. '' you shook your head at his goofiness. '' Can you kiss me? '' a grin appeared on his lips '' Thought you'd never ask. '' and with that, he placed his soft lips on top of yours, lips mending with each other. It was like fireworks exploded inside you, from how much happiness you felt in this moment. Everything was perfect.

The next day you decided to visit Evangeline in the shop, expecting to see I guy you've grown s much fond of. And there he was stood with Fred and Evangeline, his beautiful smile playing on his lips. '' Hello, hope I'm not interrupting a big secret meeting. '' you joked as you approached them. George pulled you in his embrace, placing a small kiss on your temple as he sneaked an arm around your shoulder. '' Of course not love. '' you smiled at him, starting a conversation with him, not noticing how Fred and Evangeline were looking at the two of you. '' I haven't seen her smile like that in ages. '' Evie said, '' Hey flower boy, '' Fred began only to be shot by a dirty look by you. '' Hey, only I can call him that,'' you said and with that making everyone laugh including yourself. This is the happiest you've been in forever, and you could only hope it could stay like this forever.

[the-midnight-feline]

¤¸¸.•´¯`•¸¸.•..>> So this piece is actually part of the Piliin mo ang Pilipinas Collab event hosted by @lumpiang-toge, you guys should seriously check this out since the works posted there are such good reads ❤️️<<..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸¸¤

this is the first time i've joined a collab, (ngl i thought i was waaay in over my head lol) i'd like to thank a friend of mine, Dylan, (won't tag his blog just cause, loves you for reading it !) thanks so much for the encouraging words ❤️ and of course Mama Rae (@hq-girl-next-door) for the advice on the banner**❤️

**For the banner I did, I took the image from pinterest, if you guys know who the artist is, please let me know so I could properly give credit to them :)

Tags/TW: Mutual pinning-ish, friends to lovers, fluff to angst, Cheating, swearing (I think theres one or two in there)

(A/N: Please don't get too confused /-\, the italic parts is you recollecting the past, it comes and goes (。♡‿♡。))

WC: 3.8k ;-; didn't know it get that long

Pairings: Tendou Satori x fem!Reader

Summary: It all started with a simple crush, you wouldn't have guessed that it'll be more than that, It was a dream come true to loved and be loved by the person you loved, but not all dreams end good, some end as a nightmare.

“You like the Guess Monster, like THE Guess Monster?!?!” your friends shouted in unison, looking at them frantically as you’re in the gym watching the guys warm up for a practice match and the way they shouted had the sounds of balls hitting the floor just below where your group sat, you willed yourself to look at the who were the people below you guys trying repress the blush you feel creeping on your cheeks, swallowing that lump on your throat as you peaked just a little over the ledge and saw his red hair. Internally cussing out your so-called friends, you tired to act like you calm and collected as he was looking up at the bleachers, maybe trying to guess which one in your group, who was also looking over at whoever heard them, liked him, shaking his head, chuckling toward Ushijima and Semi who was already making their way to the court to get this warm up started.

A single tear began rolling down your cheek as you remembered how it all began, your friends’ sudden outburst in the gym gave you the opportunity to talk to the guy you’ve been crushing on when you first saw him in the opening ceremony just something about him drew you to him and you were adamant on getting to, at the least, know him. Sitting on the floor of your shared bedroom, opening the memory box you and your husband made a few months after you started dating.

Semi knew your friend, he actually liked her and from that outburst of theirs at the gym, he 89immediately thought of a way to hit two birds with one stone. “hey, y/f/n, I heard you guys at the bleachers, sooo” scratching he neck out of shyness “which of your friends like our Tendou? Maybe we could setup a date or something?" He really liked your friend and would honestly do anything to get her on a date, she pointed to you, the quiet in of the group, usually the source of rationality and guidance, the one that acts like the mediator of the group. You really always kept to yourself, didn’t really want to attract attention towards yourself. Semi was skeptical at first, you the quiet, shy girl of the class liked that loud ass friend of his? Maybe y/f/n was pulling his leg, she can’t be serious.

A bitter laugh escapes your lips as the memory of your first date comes crashing on you as see the pressed flower from the little hole in the wall café near the school, Semi was the one that found that café and planned every detail of the date.

As you and your friend were walking towards the café Semi told her about, you were itching to just keep hitting your friends back “why the hell did you fucking agree to this?!!” you hissed at your friend, you were practically shooting daggers at her for saying yes on your behalf and you didn’t even know what she agreed to but she told you to get dolled up, silly you, thinking that it’ll be just a girls day out, but peering over her shoulder as your guys walk out of the dorm, you see her texting Semi, thinking maybe it was him asking for notes since they were in the same class. She led you to this small café and you guys sat at a corner booth, making you sit inside by the wall, you really thought nothing of it, until you saw that distinctive red hair bounding towards your booth. Your palms got a tad sweaty, nerves getting the best of you, a million thoughts racing in your mind that you didn’t notice that the Tendou Satori was there taking the seat opposite of you in the booth, the ever infectious smile directed towards you and you alone. Seeing as you and Satori were basically having a silent conversation with just your smiles, Semi and your friend made a discreet exit and left you two be. Little did you know, he often saw you around, he knows you like shounen jump as much as he does since he sees you go to the store he usually goes to, he knows what snacks you liked since he usually goes out at the middle of the night to get some snacks of his own at the convenience store around the corner. He sees you in the library with your nose buried in some book when he follows Semi there just to annoy him. Tendou didn’t tell anybody about the girl he liked from afar, he knew he’d scare you off, no one wanted to date a Monster, or that’s what he thought.

Looking back, that impromptu date was what started the relationship with Satori, a soft sob escapes your lips as tears gently fall on the first picture you have together, he suddenly rang you up and asked you to go to the mall with him. In the picture, he had his arm wrapped around your shoulder while you were hugging his waist tightly, seemingly scared that being with him was a dream you don’t want to wake up from.

Getting out of the shower, you hear your phone ring from under your pillow, confused as to who might that be since it was an unknown number calling you, curious you answered it. “hey y/n! I know it’s kinda out of the blue but, you wanna go to the mall with me?” shock was evident in your body, it was Tendou! Your thoughts was scrambling, you know you didn’t get a chance to give him your number before you guys parted ways on your first meeting since Coach Washijo made Ushijima contact both guys for a weekend practice. You knew the coach was a hot head and would make anymore run 50 laps if they were late and that was a few weeks ago, a worried Tendou called out to you again “uh…y/n? If you have other plans I totally under-“ blinking back to the present “I’d love to go! Lemme get ready and I’ll meet you down” you cut him off midsentence hearing a small chuckle at the other line “don’t make me wait too long ok?” he said in a teasing tone which made you giggle on the line “yes, yes Satori, I’ll hang up so I could get ready ok? See you!” it took every ounce of self-control to not shriek the whole conversation, once he hung up you were practically jumping on your bed out of pure joy, but then you remembered that he’ll be waiting, you quickly snapped out of it and looked through your dresser for a decent outfit for going out with Tendou, you quickly settled with a simple get up of a long sleeved shirt and pants with some sneakers on, you excitedly exited your room, to meet up with Tendou, hoping you haven’t made him wait too long, turning the last corner you see him outside your dorm, almost wearing the same thing as you, even the color of your shoes match, biting your lip to stop a stupid smile from taking over you walk up behind him, gently poking his side, his sudden jump made you giggle as he took in all of you, a smile makes its way on his lips and eyes as he himself lets out a chuckle. “y/n? Are you copying me?” shaking your head, letting a small laugh out “Satori, please you’re the one copying me here” he just shook his out of amusement when he saw the glint of teasing in your eyes before he offended his arm to you like a gentleman would, the small action made you faint blush.

You two spent the day just walking around the mall, just browsing from store to store, having just a blast at all the random comments he makes, the last stop you guys make was the arcade, you guys played all sorts of games, air hockey, tried your luck at a pachinko machine and Tendou even tried the basketball game, which he surprisingly good at that he won a lot of tickets getting you a small rubiks cube, but near the back of the arcade something caught your eye, a purikura, Tendou saw where your eyes went and with a small smile he took your hand and walked towards the machine, and ushered you in the booth, he felt at comfortable around you, he would’ve never guessed that you were a crack head like, random outbursts of ideas and thoughts spouted from you made him laugh as you spent time together. He quickly wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him, a flash went off, that was the first shot, with the blush creeping on your cheeks you hid your face under your hair and hugged him another flash went off, that was the second shot, he tipped you head up, making you look at him, his infectious smile directed at you as another flash went off, and the last shot was of him kissing your forehead. You were left speechless after that whole scenario, seemingly in a dazed as he guided you out and grab the prints of the photos. That’s how you guys ended the date, he held your hand in his all the way back to the dorms, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek as you parted ways.

Rummaging further through the memory box, you see all the mementos you both kept from your dates, a few fallen leaves, a couple of pretty rocks, stickers, napkins, flowers, pictures, the cork from the bottle of champagne you drank at your wedding. More tears fell from your eyes as you dug through all the stuff in the box, who knew you both collected a lot of things in just a couple of years. What made you sob so hard was the acceptance letters you both got when you were selected as the few students for the incoming year.

A few months before graduation, you both got accepted into a culinary school in Tokyo, you were ecstatic as this means you and Tendou could get a place together since your parents already gave you two a small amount to get a place near the school so you two could still practice and create new dishes together, it was really no surprise to your friends or the whole volleyball team that you two would get into culinary school, you’ve always had a thing for cooking, you’d often come their practices with some bento boxes for all of the guys so they don’t have to go out and spend for food, on the weekends, the kitchen was his domain he’d let you watch him bake and oftentimes let you help him out. It’s often that the whole group get together during the weekends, you cooking for them while Tendou makes that dessert. For some reason, they got jealous of how your relationship started, it was as if all the pieces just fell into place at the right time, you two together just seemed right like you two were always suppose to be with each other. There’s always been a carefree air around him, it calmed you down so much that it helped you be more open or that’s how you saw it. You were the opposite of him always worrying, always, over thinking, being overly critical of your actions and how you overwhelmed with everything so you turned to anything that’ll help you divert your mind but once he was in your life it just got easier. He voice would immediately calm the voices spewing negative thoughts I had your head.

Looking around your room, you see pictures of you together, your graduation picture, the picture of you guys on the front of the school, the picture of your guys graduating culinary school, a photo of you two at the restaurant where you two both apprenticed and next to that was the candid shot of his proposal there, a mix of joy and hurt shoot through you as you the memory come rushing back to you.

The way he sheepishly confessed that he asked the manager if he could do his proposal there and invite your family and friends for that surprise. “Hey y/n, come with me, a customer just complained about the sauce you made being too salty, I’m not taking blame for that!” an angry chef came shouting at you, shocked and anxiousness dunning through you, you timidly follow behind him, thinking how you could screw up a simple sauce like that, your thoughts were everywhere, but once you stepped outside the kitchen you noted that the dining area was dimmer then usual, but maybe that’s because you’re used to the bright lights of the kitchen, you hear a soft melody playing, it’s one of your favourite songs ‘I Choose' you’ve always related that song to your relationship. On the far wall you see photos of you together, looking around you see familiar faces, his and your parents, your friends, the Shiratorizawa boys were there even the coach came!

The euphoria you felt from having everyone who had been part of your relationship through the ups and downs just had you in tears, your head was fuzzy with the mix of a dozen emotions swirling in you, through a blur of tears you see him kneeling in front of you, he let out a huff of breath to calm his nerves before asking you the question “y/n, my love, my baby, my better half, my paradise. You’ve stuck by my side through my highs and lows, loved me unconditionally, took care of me whenever I got sick, urged me to follow my dreams, guided me into being a better guy, especially with my chocolate making you supported my dreams like no other can, you, you made my world complete, you made me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time, you gave me your heart to cherish and protect. You made my life whole” the words flowed out of his mouth so freely, every word making more tears come out of you, every word so heartfelt, with shakey hands we presented you a pear cut yellow emerald ring “My Paradise, would you do me the honor of being my paradise for eternity?” no words could express how happy you were nodding your head, trying to stop happy tears from falling a hushed ‘yes’ slips past you lips as he stands to slip the ring on your left hand, pulling you in for a tight hug, whispering endless I love you’s and thank you in your ears as the people around you cheered for the newly engaged couple.

Biting back another sob, you feel fresh tears streaming down your cheeks as your eyes land on your wedding photo above the bed, he loved you enough to marry you, he was yours and you were his, you can’t help but stare at the framed photo, he had that infectious smile of his that made you fall from him the day you saw him. He has you up in his arms as your arms were wrapped around his neck, pecking a sweet kiss on his cheek. You asked him many times if he’d like to blowup another photo from your wedding, he simply shook his head and wrapped you up in his arms “you’re perfect in any picture of us, but in that one you look like the most perfect human being in existence and I’m just lucky to have you in my life” you basked in his love and affection on those simple words pulling him closer and burying you face on his chest, inhaling his sweet scent “I’m lucky to have you Tori, lucky to be called your wife” placing a chaste kiss on his chest as you look up to him with love-struck eyes. This was it you guys moved countries after your wedding to France since Tendou was offered a job at a famous pâtisserie there, all you wanted was your husband happy, wherever you guys may be.

You never really cared where you two were, as long as you were together, you could get lessons on the French cuisine as Tendou works, that was the plan before you guys flew out. You worked hard to learn the basics, you’d often have Tendou taste test all your creations and you’ll you the same for him since he likes to experiment with different flavor combinations, things were great the first few months of moving cross countries, you enrolled in a cooking classes there to build up your repertoire and after a few weeks of learning a few new techniques you've decided to look around for places you could work at just to keep your body busy again. You've decorated the apartment the way you liked it and how you think Tendou would like it, just adding different odds and ends giving it a familiar vibe. This place was your starting ground.

When you got a job at the nearby bistro, Tendou didn’t really mind it, since he’d often come home a bit later then usual saying something along the lines of making things in the experiment lab with the other chocolatiers at the shop to have something new for the upcoming season, in turn you thought nothing of it since you do work nights after getting a gig in a restaurant in town as well, it also means you could still have time to make his dinner and keep it warm for when he gets home. You two actually got into an argument when you got that gig since Tendou was adamant about keeping you in the apartment after the morning shift at the bistro so you don’t work yourself too hard, he wanted to start thinking about getting a kitten to keep you company when he’s out working but you argued back that you didn’t wanna feel like mooching off of him even though he said it was fine, he loved coming home to a warm meal that you made with love and gets more time to spend with you, but he did cave in after a few bats of your eyelashes.

It was perfect, you both were doing what you were passionate about, you two scheduled your offs near each other’s so one could take care of each other after a long day. But there was this weird feeling creeping in you but you simply don’t know why it was there, you and Tendou always kept communication open since you two do work different shifts and that itself puts a strain in the relationship but you two made it work. You loved him. So you would really sacrifice anything for him, he had have a rough childhood, he was bullied cause he looked different, acted different, but he wasn’t like that for you, he never was, even though he had a wicked sense for things which really surprised you, you can’t even hide a gift from him cause he knew what you’d get him or more likely sense what you’ll give him.

You don’t tell him that you swapped shifts with someone so you technically have a day off so you decided to drop by the pâtisserie where Tendou worked with some home made Pan Bagnat since it was nearing lunch, as you were close to the shop you saw his figure near the window placing new confections on display, but something made you stop, another person, a female chocolatier, was hugging him from behind and not in a friendly way, there was familiarity to it, it looked as if she’s been hugging him for so long, like she’s always hugged him, you didn’t notice that you’ve dropped the basket you were holding on the sidewalk, the glass bottle shattering on impact, the sangria spilling on the pavement, the sandwich you made, making a mess, the fruits you packed rolling in every direction. People around gasped at the scene, some tried to help in picking up the fruits that escaped, your mind in thought again, maybe you just interpreted it wrongly they’re just so so close, like a brother and sister kinda way, since they both work in the shop, you simply jumped to conclusions too fast, those thought completely vanished as the next sight you saw.

She kissed him. SHE KISSED HIM!! Your mind played that in your head like it was a song played on a loop. That was what made your heart break, that was the tipping point, he didn’t push her away, it was the opposite, he pulled her closer, the way he held her mirrored how he would hold you when he came home from work, people around you were asking you things trying to snap you out of your trance but you paid no mind to them, your legs moving on their own.

It was as if you were on autopilot, you got home, your mind racing with so many thoughts, how long had that been going on? Is she why he’d come home later than usual, is she the reason he had woken up earlier to get to work everyday? Did he spend his days off with her when you suddenly get shifts? Walking into your apartment, you didn’t know what to think, how to feel, how to make sense of things more questions come into your mind. Does he bring her here? Did they do anything sexual in the place you called home? What places were safe? Did she please him better than I did? You walked into your bedroom where the memory box laid in the middle of bed. It was your first wedding anniversary, did he really forget? Your anniversary was engraved on your wedding rings with your initials on it.

A scream of agony escaped your lips as everywhere you looked at it was all you and him the very place you thought was the safest of all was not. It's tainted with infidelity, your heart broke even more as you took the box from the bed with shaking hands contemplating on whether to open the box or not, he loved you with every part of him didn’t he? You were enough weren’t you? You made sure he was satisfied right? You gave him all the love you could and even more right? Didn’t he promise you that he’d protect your heart? You're still his paradise right? He loves you right?

Maybe opening the box, and finding something that you both placed in there would make him rethink his choices right? With broken sobs and uneven breathing, your fingers shaking as you pulled the pretty red ribbon that held the lid shut, looking at all the things that you both collected that reminded you both that you loved each other you broke even more. Every one of them held the promise of love, of fidelity, of trust. But now, a part of you is doubting every word that passed his lips, every kiss that landed on your skin made you feel dirty, every I love you's he uttered seems like a lie. You didn’t want to feel that way, you love him with every part of your being, you’re THE Mrs. Satori Tendou, no one else but you had that title, just you, it was only you right? You were his paradise for eternity right? Right?

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I hope you guys liked this, I actually really liked working on this one(played my brokenhearts plays it nonstop for it) , but I do have another one coming so...yeah!

Song inspiration :Anong Nangyari Sa Ating Dalawa by Aiza Seguerra

Song used in the proposal I Choose by Alessia Cara

[wannajointhecrabcult]

Masks and Music

(Part 1)

Part 2

I didn't think that my last post would've gotten ANY notes at all, so imagine my surprise when I find out that people actually liked it. After that suprise I thought why not and make another one so here we go! This is a Miraculous/Batfam crossover.

Imagine that Damian gets sent to Paris because the fam doesn't want him to become an emotionally constipated sad boi like Bruce and think that a change in scenery would help.

They don't know about the whole Hawkmoth situation because SOMEONE from the justice league decided that the while thing was a prank DESPITE that it was an ENTIRE CITY calling instead of a single person.

Like, aren't you guys supposed to be the world's greatest heros or something?

Who hired you?

Damian being the grumpy lil kid that he is holds a grudge and decides to not accept any calls or video chats from his family or tell them about Hawkmoth because that's what you get when you send someone across the world against their will.

(and because of plot convenience shhh)

Anyways, Damian goes to school as instantly adds Lila onto his mental list of people he needs to get rid of.

I mean, seriously, he's only been is the room for what, 15 seconds and he's already getting a migraine?

Great. Juusssttt great.

He sits in the back of the class with what seems to be the only person with brain cells in this room.

The dark haired girl just looks over and sees the disgust at Lila written all over his face and gives him a silent empathetic nod.

'This is unfortunately normal here.' she tries to convey through the small action.

He just nods back to show his understanding before turning around to observe the others.

In a few minutes Ms. Bustier walks in the room and asks him to introduce himself to the class.

It looks like the teacher never told the class that they were getting a new student because they all have to do double takes when they realize that there's a new face in the room.

He gives them the bare basics, telling them that his name is Damian Grayson, he's from America, and that he doesn't want any of them to talk to him before sitting down.

Clearly the teacher wanted him to say more or scold him for being so rude but a glare shut her up.

Later during a break period Lila tries to flirt with him and brags all about how she's met so many different celebrities and her achievements.

He tells her off and tries to move away but her nails are digging into his arms as she tries to convince him that he should stay away from Marinette.

Before he can maim her, the dark haired girl comes out from behind him and starts spraying Lila down like an unruly cat with some sort of strong smelling liquid from a spray bottle.

Lila screeches and stomps away.

When he turns to his hero the girl explains.

"It's a mixture of shredded lemon, expired maple syrup, vinegar, and pomegranate juice. I call it People Repellant but Thot Begone works too. Oh, and I'm Marinette by the way."

He eyes her hand before shaking it.

"Damian, though I assume you already know that. Can I get some of that by the way? I know a couple insufferable annoyances that would benefit from a spray down.

Marinette just blinks for a second before she bursts out laughing and that was the start of a great friendship.

Together they:

Make fun of Lila in the back of class.

Help eachother with homework (they only cheat off eachother when they REALLY need help)

Prank Lila in odd ways (Hey, just because she found hundreds of furbies hidden around her house that turn on one by one in the middle of the night effectively scaring the crap out of her when she's trying to sleep doesn't mean that it's their fault. She had it coming.)

Break a couple laws (shhhhhhh. Those toy stores don't need those furbies anyways).

Dare eachother over stupid things (they still insist that the cereal incident was caused by the other).

And overall become closer as friends.

They bring out the overdramatic chaotic gremlin child in eachother.

One time when Damian goes over to Marinette's place to work on a project he finds her singing a Disney song to herself on her balcony.

This isn't the first time they've caught eachother singing.

One time Marinette caught Damian in the art room at school humming one of the many annoyingly cheesy and catchy songs that Dick likes to listen to.

Despite him explaining the embarrassing situation to her she still teased him for weeks after.

He'll never get to live it down.

Damian shakes his head to get rid of the flashback when a devious smirk spreads across his face as a revenge plan comes to mind.

After carefully placing his stuff on the floor he sneakily makes his way across the space until he's right behind her.

That's when he joins in.

Screaming at the top of his lungs at first, effectively giving her a mini heart attack before eventually quieting down to a normal singing volume.

She glares at him, annoyed by his loud and obnoxious entrance before she starts singing again.

They eventually end up full Disney movie dramatically performing around her balcony with dance moves and over dramatic acting.

Is it bad that actual birds and other animals are appearing and joining in?

Damian totally kept one of the pigeons.

He named it Dolores.

(He later trained Dolores to attack Rossi on sight.)

When they're finished they end up on the floor out of breath.

They stay like that for a few minutes before Damian sits up.

"That. That was fun. I don't think I've actually ever sang before."

Marinette jolts up in suprise and turns to face him.

"Really? I never would've guessed. You have a really nice singing voice."

He would deny till his dying breath that he blushed when she said that but he covers it up with a smirk.

"Well I guess that's just because yours is so terrible in comparison."

He squawks when she jabs a finger in his side.

"Pshh. As if. Besides, my singing skills can't be worse then your gaming skills." She challenges with a cheeky smile.

"ExCuSe mE?!"

And that's how they spend the rest of the day playing video games, leaving the unfinished project to be completed on a later day.

Good thing it isn't due until 2 weeks time.

After a couple of hours playing video games, creating many possible Lila murder plans, eating pastries, and joking around, it's time for him to leave.

As Damian left for his place he got a feeling that something big was gonna happen.

Marinette also got the feeling but they both ignored it.

Little did they know, someone just happened to walk by and starstruck by the amazing singing they recorded the performance before posting it on the internet.

Imagine the duo's suprise when they wake up the next day to find themselves trending on the internet.

Luckily the video quality was pretty trash so their faces weren't identifiable but the audio was loud and clear.

The world was talking about the cute couple singing to their hearts desire on a balcony. If that's not cliche and adorable then the world doesn't know what is.

The assumption about their relationship status left them looking like tomatos but that didn't stop them from wonder why they didn't notice a creep recording them.

Damn Disney songs and their unnatural ability to distract people.

Of course Lila took advantage of the rising popularity of the video and talked about how she taught the two people in the video how to sing and gave them tips.

The two just walked past the idiot squad and sat down in their seats, making a mental note to come up with a prank later, when the akuma alarms came on.

They fall into their normal routine of Marinette running out to find a place to transform as Damian covers for her.

Oops did I forget to mention that Damian found out her identity because she crashed through his window in the middle of the night still transformed and asked him what's the answer to question 24 in their science homework because she just defeated an akuma by herself and was running on 20 minutes of sleep?

My bad.

Anyways it turns out today was the day Marinette had officially had enough of Chat's bullcrap.

It was gonna be a normal akuma situation.

Ladybug trying to fight the poor butterfly victim while chat noir either doesn't show up, tries to do everything on his own to impress her and ruins the whole plan, or just watches and complains about how she needs to get over her denial and date him BUT

This time he decided to actively try to push her in the akuma's way therefore putting her in SO MUCH MORE DANGER than she was already in.

Now she had to dodge out of the akuma's way AND CHAT'S!

WhAt ThE fUdGe?!?!

You think possibly killing Ladybug and trying to force her to beg for you to save her is gonna make her like you?!?

Just how hard did you hit your head when Gabriel dropped you on the floor when you were 2?

After the akuma was eventually defeated Ladybug told Chat to meet her on an abandoned rooftop that night because they needed to talk.

Chat being the oblivious person that he is (I swear I don't actually hate chat noir, this is for the plot I'm sorry) thought that it was for a love confession and became overly smug before leaving.

Making sure that he isn't following her, Marinette meets up with Damian at his place (school's over because of the attack) and asks him to help.

Later that day when the two miraculous holders meet up Ladybug distracts the Catboy by flirting with him while Damian uses his ninja skills for something other than sneaking up on her and giving Marinette mini heart attacks.

From behind he quickly hits a pressure point causing the other boy to fall unconscious.

Using her ALMIGHTY GUARDIAN OF THE MIRACULOUS powers, Ladybug takes Adrien's ring away and places a spell on him that makes it so he will never be able to use another miraculous ever again.

After they take Adrien home Marinette gives Damian the ring and Night Prowler is born.

He promises to do everything in his power to make sure that Selina and his family doesn't find out for the sake of his pride.

We'll see how that goes.

Night Prowler first officially appeared during an akuma named 'Break Dancer'.

Ironically, she was a ballerina that had to drop out of the finals in a competition because she broke her right leg the day before the show.

She could turn civilians into back up dancers and forced them to perform against their will.

They also worked as minions who would attack the duo for her while she stayed a safe distance away.

It was pretty obvious that the akumatized item was the music box held inside the bag that Break Dancer had slung around her shoulders but the real question was how could they get to it without becoming attacked by the backup dancer or becoming one of them.

Luckily (eheheh), a car with an open window playing music just happened to pass by before driving off.

Before it drove off, the music coming from the car was loud enough to play over the music box which caused some of the minions to become free again and run off.

Ladybug called her lucky charm and a Bobby pin landed in her hand.

As she looked around she noticed a store a couple blocks away that had a couple radios.

Unfortunately, the store was locked and closed.

Fortunately, she knew how to pick locks and a Bobby pin did come from her lucky charm soooo......

Who is she to deny literal gods.

They break into the store and grab a radio, and a speaker and rush over to where the akuma was causing chaos.

They turn on the radio, connect the speaker and turn the volume on as loud as it can go before flipping through the stations for a good song.

If they're gonna fight with music in the background they're gonna be picky about it and wont settle for anything other than epic.

While fighting they eventually get swept up in the music and end up singing along.

It's nothing less than full on majestic.

When the fight is over and the akuma is purified they find out that someone recorded it and posted it on the internet as well.

Now everyone knows that the beloved hero of Paris and her new partner were the two people singing on that balcony.

Ummmmm.....

Good thing that the video quality was trash right?

If it weren't for that their identities would've been busted the moment they started singing in hero form.

Luckily there aren't many people other than Damian that know what Marinette's singing voice sounds like so they're okay.

Well.... They WERE okay,

Until a certain rockstar and his agent came across the two videos and put two and two together.

So now King Sting (bee!jagged) and Peridot (turtle!penny) have joined the team.

Poor Penny, now she has to deal with two gremlin children and a some sort of bizarre man-child.

The next akuma confused the group quite a bit.

He didn't really do anything but sit on a rooftop waiting for the miracle team to show up.

They were all suspicious of him at first but when they did reveal themselves to him he explained his situation.

He was akumatized because his favorite rock band broke up but he didn't really want to take their miraculouses away.

He just asked if they could perform another song for him and he would give his akumatized item to them.

They all sorta looked at eachother and collectively went 'screw it why not' and sang another song.

If they were great before, they are absolutely AMAZING now.

Well that's what happens when you add a famous rockstar to a team of singing superheros I guess.

The akuma was blown away and true to his word handed over the rolled up picture in his pocket and was purified despite of Hawkmoth's nagging.

Haha screw you Hawky.

This time the ordeal was recorded by a news station and the 'hand over the akuma in exchange for a song' thing became a trend.

There were still normal akuma's that didn't follow follow it but those were far flung between.

It seems like Hawkmoth was getting annoyed by this so there started being less akuma attacks over the months.

Because of this some people were actively trying to get upset to attract one of the purple butterflies.

They traded one good thing for another I guess.

To stop that from happening the group started performing in public as superheros during concerts and festivals.

Because of this they became quite well known outside of Paris as well.

Is it ironic that more people know them as a band rather than a superhero team now?

When Marinette learned that they could change what their superhero costumes looked like if they put enough will into it she squealed.

Marinette designs superhero performance costumes for them whenever they have a festival to play at.

Whenever asked about their outfits they always reply with MDC.

Marinette's business gets really popular after that.

And since no one knows who MDC really is, she doesn't have to worry about the whole "Oh no me and my family are gonna be in danger!" thing

It's a win win!

Overtime they basically become a second (or third for some people) family to eachother.

Damian becomes more 'kid like' and open to others,

Marinette becomes more confident and overall happier,

Jagged gets to hang out with his awesome niece and her 'maybe more than just a friend',

And Penny gets a new outlet for stress and has so many more crazy stories to tell people.

One day while she's in the living room on the sofa watching 'The AristoCats' Damian just barges into the room and dramatically flops over onto of her.

He just lays there with his head in her lap and the rest of his body sprawled on the couch.

After everything that has happened this is normal for them now.

Without asking any questions or talking at all they just watch the movie together with the occasional remark or quip between them.

Around half way through the movie Jagged kicks down the door, effectively scaring the crap out of the two teens, while Penny follows behind him with an apologetic look on her face.

At first Jagged was yelling about something having to do with'Fang' and 'Dragon' and 'Miraculous' but after taking in the domestic atmosphere of the room he just sits down on the floor and joins in on watching the movie.

Penny, shaking her head in both amusement and exasperation, sits down on another chair and does the same.

While combing through Damian's hair with her fingers Marinette looks around the room.

'My life can't get any more complicated, can it?'

Oh boy, she just jinxed it.

This is just an idea I've had bouncing around in my head for awhile and I couldn't resist the urge to write it out. I AM planning on making a part 2 so if you like this keep an eye out for that. I'm by no means a fast writer though so it will take a while. But then again not many people will probably read this soo.... Yeah.