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dynyamight · 4 years ago

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I've seen a lot of people do it, so if you are up for it~ Ship your moots!

FINALLY. THE AWAITED LIST OF MOOTS IS COMPLETE. sorry this took forever anon!!

now, this is going to be long & i will try not to overexplain my ship pairings. did i take time to think about each paring? yes. but, will they be serious? no. they are dumb & silly.

let the crack pairings begin <3!!

@dekusneakers x BAKUGOU & TODOROKI now you would think? sneakers in a throuple? how come? mmm simple. i couldn’t choose one for her so she gets both. the more the merrier. besides, she deserves love from both sides, kisses on both cheeks. one begrudgingly smooch & one icy kith. as a deku kin, she’s completely satisfied. you’re welcome

@izusun x AIZAWA & ORCA similarly, i can’t have my bestie here with just ONE babe. so, i thought why don’t we get a fatherly figure & a dad bod to give her all the love she needs. so yes, bestie, you two deserves hugs at both sides of you. a twiggy one & a muscly one. the sun needs some shade, & that shade is these men.

@midnightpirates x SUKUNA he’s a mass murderer !! you can’t— oh, but i can. you see, yanna here hates mahito & guess who was the one to fuck up his shit. ah, that’s right, it was sukuna. two mahito an/tis sitting in a tree <3 it’s the perfect match made in hell.

@goth-himbo-dabi x DOCTOR WHO once again, people might wonder: why not dabi? my answer? it’s because my bby here finds the twiggy men attractive. i know, bummer. & you can’t get any twiggy-er than david tennant & matt smith. but which doctor? all of them.

@minisheku x KAMINARI i see you simp for his dunce face. & honestly, who wouldn’t?? also, i originally put sheepku,, but that’s ,, a bit weird. but, here’s the solution. you OWN a sheepku, with kaminari. ah yes, a modern day family unit. & he can entertain you, as well as be a source of electricity for your drawing tablet !! resources !!

@oyavaski x EN you said he was hot literally in your tags earlier in a reblog. so, i am simply gifting you water to quench your thirst. may you two meet in afo, & fall in love in the subconscious of deku’s mind. will deku feel awks? yeah. but like pfft, he’s so whipped for bkg, he’ll forget you two chilling in the corner of his thoughts.

@okworstie x GOJO & WATARI i never have to look up the gojo tag, like ever. because you’re always plastering his face all over my timeline. & yes, this is a good thing. but, the same applies to watari. i have never even seen bakudiez, or whatever it’s called, but apparently he’s aro, & there’s a moth man, & tape hits post limit thursday’s? yeah just keep both, mimi.

@rrandomtthings x AN/TI as one of fellow loyal, amazing bkdks, i think it’s only fitting that you find true love with a bkdk an/ti. create the banti we seek in our community. the enemies to lovers trope is in your blood, written in your deku genes. so, i dedicate the banti movement with this small offering of a ship. may you find diamonds on the minecraft server & build a diamond cabin.

@believeyourgalaxy x ITADORI you two are such cinnamon rolls !!!! super friendly. super kind. super relatable. & together, you guys can pin over megumi. maybe hopefully, sam can help itadori with his low iq brain to finally get together with megumi. because damn, sam can be like “this is my boyfriend, itadori. & this is itadori’s boyfriend, megumi.”

@wrensknight x SHIRAKUMO i didn’t even know it was oboro birthday, until you not only made a public post about to, but made art for him. cloud boy needs that partner to respect & cherish him entirely. & you just treat him so right?? draw him so good?? i hope you can go cloud watching & then later, ride the clouds with him. till death do you guys uh,, you know,,

@b1m0 x MIDORIYA you can't stand when he gets injured, let alone reckless & trying to save the world, when he should literally be saving his own ass. but, that just means you care about him DEEPLY. plus, you both are wholesome people. obviously two cinnamon rolls make a whole bakery !! & who doesn't want a bakery ?? i sure do! wehjw idk why i brought the point here, but just know you two make sense.

@mysterionrising x RENGOKU & VIGILANTE DEKU it’s that enemies to lovers trope once again !! for someone who wrote him off as annoying the first seconds she met him, kenny sure flipped over to the stan side. ever since then, i can only see kenny when i see rengoku. but, you know who else reminds me of kenny. vigilante deku. it’s super fruity that you have an entire bomb playlist for him. so keep him too !!

@kamishima x KIRISHIMA you are the biggest kiri simp i have ever met. you basically ship kiri with anyone who makes him happy. though, you do have a lot of ships, but with kiri it’s different. & so, i was thinking ‘mmm, if bug ships kiri with so many people?? shouldn’t she ship him with HERSELF?’ boom. suddenly both kiri & bug are happy, with a lovely home. my work here is done.

@ckatsudon x LAW LIET did i dig through your blog. why yes. & you know what i found? reblogs & tags dedicated to L. he’s best boy. he’s precious. he deserves a better end. an end with you. mmhmm !! because if we rewrote death note, where you were light, i think L & light could have been canon. & that also would make you happy. & the rest of the entire world

@drfox-kinnie x UNIKITTY i don’t even know the show, let alone who unikitty is exactly. but, you reblogged a banner, confirming your love for unikitty. & so, i am of course doing you a big favor !! she’s bubbly, friendly, & passionate just like you !! & bestie, while i may not know nothing about her, i know you love her. so, maybe you two platonically have a wonderful time, adventuring with the other wholesome characters !! also,, is she big enough to travel on? if so, look i got you a cat car!!

@midorree x MINACHAKO i ship you with another ship. why? because i can. besides, you are like my moot who is genuinely a head leader of the minachako ship on my timeline, & you have steadily been converting me?? but, i also noticed that mina AND uraraka have stolen your heart, & you have yet to fight them for it back. i hope you three can go into a brawl & see who can grab each other’s hands fastest.

@kiribakuxkacchakolover x HATSUME YOU HAVE IT AS YOUR TITLE HEADER. like you are literally having a billboard that calls mei your cutie patootie. &, you ask, & you shall receive. i hope you two can be the dorkiest nerds together, & ramble for eons & eons. i hope i’m invited to the transformer wedding you two will have <,3

@balaroo x MIRUKO like before, you too have your interest out in the open in your title header. but, you see, miruko is a total babe, with confidence & ego & with this stride that makes even the most alpha male quiver. you would be a total wife to miruko’s girlboss energy & that’s why this ship totally works.

@quix-mix x FREDDY FAZBEAR my precious lil young moot, i dug into your blog & noticed you enjoy the fnaf games. & mmm are you perhaps wanting to cuddle a certain demonic teddy bear? well, i approve. he'll fall in love, head over heels, with your art, he might not possess you right away !! might. but, listen, you always do enjoy the villains (; i gotchu !!

@lonely-rabbit x LANCE you said we’re moots & i agree, we are. however, i have noooo idea what even are your preferences. so, i went digging. & it’s such a coincidence that we bonded over our voltron trauma, & yet you still continue to simp over lance. &, like i don’t blame you !!! he’ll always be dumb baby & so all i ask is that you love him, for our sake. & sanity.

#star responds #THIS TOOK FOREVER STILL #EVEN WITH MY SHORT EXPLANATIONS #but tadaaaa #the moots have now been complied #& ahajsbkssj i HOPE you all like your pairings. even the dumb ones <#I ALREADY KNOW SOME OF YALL WILL LAUGH LMAOO #otherwise if you want to roast me & what my pairing would be. pls feel free to do so #this was so fun omgg thank you anon for this opportunity!!#anon #moots

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fanmoose12 · 4 years ago

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i love laika movies so i offer today a coraline au (you can watch the movie on youtube)

levi moves in with his mom and uncle (he’s a sassy child just like kuchel and sometimes he swears; he learned that from kenny). anyways, since he just moved he is grumpy; he misses his friends, farlan and isabel.

kenny is being more annoying and snappy than usual and his mom is tired and moody because she is so busy working and trying to tide the place up (and forcing kenny to help because he can be lazy)

so levi ventures into the forest and meets hange. he dislikes this weird child who will not shut up and keeps asking him questions 😩 because her grandparent forbid her from entering the house (because of the door). but hange insists on being friends and he has to agree. hange also owns a car named erwin. levi hates him lmao.

he discovers the door and then meets his other mother (hell yes scary kuchel 😩) and his other uncle as well as the other neighbors. his other mother pays a lot of attention to him (even if his real mother is just busy with work and doesn’t have time rn, levi is just a little boy)! by the way in the real world i think pixis and zackly would be great neighbors? idk why lol i think they would be a cool elderly couple that bickers constantly. and the eccentric neighbor that lives upstairs would be mr shadis hell yeah.

the second night he meets hange again, and he meets the other hange as well. his other mother tells him that she “fixed” her which is why hange won’t talk or be too excited. levi is at first happy with this but then it kind of makes him depressed? because the real hange is so happy loud and sweet, while the other hange seems quiet. they go to shadis’ circus that night together and they eat candy and just have a good time 😔✌️

third night levi had rough day and a heated argument with kenny; kuchel asks him if he would like tag along with them to go grocery shopping and levi ignored both of them which made his mom sad, so they leave without him. when levi goes through the door, he is greeted by the other hanji, because the other kuchel asked her to take levi to the theater 🥺 (which is zackly and pixis bc i said so). oh the two of them have fun, hange throws roses at him but at the end of the night hange looks so upset to leave him 😭 bc she feels terrible but can’t do anything because they are all being controlled by the beldam.

then the other mother tries to sew buttons into levi’s eyes but he gets into an argument and ends up trapped inside a mirror where he meets the ghosts of the dead children, including hange’s relative. and he promises to save them. then!! the other hanji saves him by sneaking in and pulling him out of the mirror 🥺 but her face is all stitched up by the beldam. levi unstitched hanges face. and then she got levi to the other door, but levi won’t leave her because the other mother will hurt her again 🥺 but the other han can’t go because she’s just a puppet created by the beldam. levi is pushed through the door so he can escape, but then finds out his family disappeared.

hange is there and levi is actually happy to see her ok, but won’t admit it. hange then talks about her grandparent’s twin’s disappearance. and she wants to go with levi but levi doesn’t want hange to get harmed (bc of the other hans) 😭 he goes to sleep that night alone in his mother’s room(i like the part where coraline uses the pillows to pretend her parents are still there) so he grabs kenny’s hat and makes a pillow kuchel 🥺💔 then he gets woken up by erwin (kitty erwin) who shows him his family was kidnapped by the other mother.

he asks the beldam to play a game with him, and she agrees. he finds the eyes of the children with the help of erwin, and a witch stone. he is heartbroken when he sees hanges clothes hanging as a way to make him angry. he then tricks the beldam and frees his family (they manage to seal her away in the process). at night, the ghost children thank him, and tell him to throw the key.

the beldam’s hand got to stay in the real world so she tries to take the key and levi with her to her world. except!!! hange is there! to rescue levi!! and they managed to destroy the hand (they almost died ahaha) and to throw the key down the well. oh and of course levi is happy that they are all safe 🥺 they had that picnic with the neighbors the next day 🤧

that’s the abbreviated version lmao i missed a lot. including erwins dialogue because the sass and how calculating he is, plus the eyes? oh and then levi warms up to him. they are both sassy lmaoooo. and i love their friendship tee bee h. plus the neighbors! and how shadis warns levi that he should be careful! and his mice and how he calls them cadets lol. and pixis and zackly bickering and telling him he’s in danger! and giving him the witch stone? and more of kuchel kenny and more hange 🥺 at this point i’m just rambling shdhdbcjfj bye

oh!!!! i love this movie so much! and your au!!! i love it even more😩😩

also zackly and pixis??? that's surprisingly cute lmao

and little levi making a pillow kuchel and sleeping with kenny's hat??? too cute for my feeble heart 💔💔

and, of course, levi and hange being adorable kids and childhood friends 😭😭 that's one of my weaknesses

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let-me-love-you-loki · 4 years ago

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The Christmas that Wasn’t-Ch. 16

A/N: As always, written with the beautiful, lovely amazing @mox-made-me-do-it . Sorry it took so long guys!

Chapter 16: Adam

I stayed on the swim deck all night with a bottle of Jack Daniels. I listened to Dan and Shay on an endless loop—hoping to make myself sick of it. Every note made me think of Allie, of the way she felt in my arms, of the scent of her hair and her skin. I tried to stop the thoughts, the memories. Tried to force myself to hate the music pouring through my speakers. My chest ached. I wanted to chuck the whole goddamn stereo in the water.

Allie’s face swam in my mind. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t imagine what Allie was going through. She had just had her entire life turned on its head. Thrust upside down in a split second. Here I was trying to lay on my best moves. The woman had come all the way to Bora Bora to forget the pain of what happened to her, to reawaken her happiness. Not to find some new hook up. She’d come here with Leigh, to be with Leigh.

It was time for me to take a step back. To give her the space she so obviously wanted.

The empty bottle hit the deck with a clink. The swim deck swayed, churning my stomach. I tried to focus on the stars and the moon burning bright in the sky, but the bobbing made it hard to focus on anything. It took a minute or two to pull myself up to standing. I stumbled up the steps to the main deck, trying my best not to fall over. I’d no more than stepped inside than Kenny appeared from the other side of the bungalow.

“Man, I’m sorry,” I slurred, banging into the back of the sofa as I went. “About tonight. You don’t know how much I didn’t want to knock on that door.”

I made it to the minibar, slinging the empty bottle on the counter. I leaned heavily against the wall, hoping to regain my balance. “How’d it go?”

“Come on, Hanger,” Kenny said with a faint smile. He stood by the door, one shoulder against the wall. “A guy’s got to have his secrets.”

I smirked, words forming on the tip of my tongue. Words that I knew were too hurtful to say.

Kenny looked me over. “Did you drink that whole bottle tonight?” He was clearly trying to change the subject. “What happened over here?

I let him. “Dude, I don’t even know. Everything was perfect,” I replied, thinking of every second of those moments together. “We were dancing over there and I was just about to kiss her and then the song changed. She froze, I turned around, and she bolted. She didn’t come here for some hook up. I need to stop.”

Kenny moved closer, his eyes wary. I opened the minifridge with one hand, picked up and waved the empty bottle with the other. “And no, smart ass, I made this bottle last all day. But I feel like I need another one.” I pulled out another bottle—this time of Maker’s Mark—and swayed on my feet. “But come on, man. One of us had to get some tonight. Did you get her to make any cute noises? Get your dick sucked?”

I realized pretty quickly that I was rambling, spilling out bullshit while Jack ran through my blood. For a minute, I felt like I was going to puke. “Dude…”

The next thing I knew, pain bloomed up along my chin. I hit the ground hard, the wind rushing out of me in a huff. My vision blurred for half a second. The nausea rolled back over me as I tried to get to my feet. I was hardly up on my knees when Kenny’s fist slammed into my jaw just below my ear. My ears rang. I didn’t know which way was up.

“What the fuck man?” I shouted as I pulled myself to my feet. God, I felt like I was going to puke. “What’s your problem?”

“You,” Kenny spat, his fist already curling for another blow. “Your drunk ass is my problem.”

I shoved him back as hard as I could. “I’m the problem? You can’t even have a hook up right! Her hair wasn’t even messed up. It’s not like you were stormin’ the fucking beaches when I showed up.”

“You have no clue what was going on,” he replied. He shook out his hand. “So shut your goddamn mouth and go sleep it off.”

I should have taken his advice. A sober me probably would have. But Jack wasn’t much in the mood to be a good guy. My palm ran over the places where I knew bruises would be blooming by tomorrow.

“What was it, huh, Ken?” I spat. “Couldn’t get it up? Not as big a fan of the girls anymore? All talk and no action, aren’t you?”

Oh, Christ, I was an idiot. I knew it. I could feel it, but there was no stopping the Jack once it did its thing.

“Poor pitiful Kenny,” I whined. My feet were a little more solid under my feet. I squared up, knowing that it was a horrible fucking idea. “Nobody loves me. I can’t fuck Leigh. Kota left me. Boo fucking hoo. Jesus, do you ever wonder why?”

It was a shitty thing to say. I knew that it wasn’t fair to bring up Kota. That was a button pushed too far.

For a minute, I didn’t think he’d say anything. He just stood there, staring at me. I was watching his face. I should’ve been watching his hands.

“Son of a bitch,” Kenny yelled. He started swinging, not caring. I dodged one or two of the blows, but he hit me again on the jaw below the ear. I couldn’t hear for the longest time. My balance gave out.

Before thirty seconds had gone by, he’d clipped me twice more on the jaw and then popped me one massive time in the solar plexus. My chest locked up. Kenny moved faster and hit harder than anyone I’d ever met. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’d broken my ribs. He yelled at me but I couldn’t make out a word of it. When he was pissed, he shouted in Japanese. But I understood “mother fucker” when I heard it.

I couldn’t catch my breath no matter how hard I tried. Kenny had punched me so hard that it was like having my chest caved in. Lungs popped. Like a fucking fish on a deck. A spike of rage bloomed through me. For a split second, Jack turned that rage into hate. I hated Kenny Omega.

Before the thought could take root, I gasped in a heavy breath and held up my hands to defend myself. “Dude… Ken… stop!” His fist swung out one more time, clipping me across the cheek. Kenny stood over me, his hands clenched into fists, one of his knuckles busted open. “I’m sorry.”

Kenny looked down, the brightness in his eyes fading as the fight went out of him. He choked in a breath and then stretched out his hand to help me up. We stood face to face, watching each other with uncertain eyes. I could already feel my cheek swelling, pain lancing up beneath my left eye. I’d have a shiner for sure.

“I didn’t mean that,” I said warily. Fuck, my face hurt. “That was the Jack talking.”

He turned away, the expression on his face clouded. I couldn’t tell if he believed me. Hell, even I couldn’t tell if I believed me. “Sleep it off, Adam,” he said before walking toward the bathroom.

He’d barely made it two steps when the door nearly shook off the hinges. Loud thumping knocks vibrated through the air. Kenny pulled the door open, and Allie and Leigh pushed past him.

“What the hell is going on in here?!” Allie shouted, hands on her hips.

Shit, I thought, heart pounding, we were loud enough for them to hear us. FUCK!

Her eyes widened when she had half a second to take in my face. Her lips pressed into a thin line. She glared at Kenny from the corner of her eye, and I couldn’t help but smile. I’d seen her take fire when Leigh’s ex had been on the phone that first day. I could only imagine what kind of hell she would give Kenny for what he’d just done.

Allie turned toward Leigh, pulling the other girl closer by the wrist. I had a brief flash of when Ken and I had walked in on them. Jack made me think a couple things I shouldn’t have. I looked away and caught Kenny’s eye in the process. He raised his hands and backed away, as if he didn’t have anything else to say to me.

I watched as Leigh slid her fingers around Kenny’s wrist and pulled him toward the door. He relaxed at her touch, the anger fading from his face almost instantaneously. She smiled, her whole face changing when she looked at him. Her eyes were bright, face upturned as if she were waiting for him to lean down and kiss her.

I’m an ass, I thought bitterly. Kenny was easy to love. He was loved. By the woman standing right in front of him.

Kenny let Leigh lead him back out into the night, leaving me along with Allie.

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debbiechanclub · 4 years ago

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“Bar Bingo” - Trent x OFC

Here’s the promised BTOOT-iverse Christmas fic, a couple days late. But better late than never, right? Plus I actually love how it turned out, and I sincerely hope you all do too 😊. For those familiar with my and @hotyeehawman‘s fic, “Best Two Out of Three,” (a.k.a. BTOOT), this fic takes place before the start of BTOOT, in December 2019. And for those of you who have been aching for some Trent/Alex... this one’s for you.

If you’re NOT familiar with BTOOT, don’t worry; this fic stands alone. But if you like it and want to check out the main fic, you can find my masterlist here.

Alright, enough rambling. Enjoy!

“Bar Bingo,” a BTOOT Christmas fic

Theme: @12daysofchristmas Day 7 - Holiday Dinner/Party & Day 8 - Fireplace/Stockings

Fandom/Character(s): AEW/Best Friends and Orange Cassidy... with some Trent x OFC 👀

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol use, a teeny bit of angst

Word Count: 3.2k

Tag squad: @freshlysqueezedmox @champbucks @comeasyoudar @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @librathepheonix13 @gabbynorth98 @exe-sadboi-exe @bec0m

There had been a time when Alex didn’t really care for Christmas. She wasn’t a Scrooge, per se, but it was far from her favorite holiday. She’d never believed in Santa Claus; she didn’t have family Christmas traditions; cheesy Hallmark movies made her cringe. But, over the last few years, she’d found herself getting more and more into the Christmas spirit—and there was one newly created tradition she looked forward to in particular: the ugly sweater bar crawl with the boys.

“What d’you think?” Chuck proudly held out his arms as he stood next to Orange, showcasing their knit sweaters. Orange’s was green and red and said, “Merry Christmas Ya Filthy Animal,” while Chuck’s was black and read, “Buzz, Your Girlfriend, Woof!” A wide smile spread across Alex’s face. They hadn’t intentionally both picked Home Alone-themed sweaters—it had just happened.

“Perfect,” she nodded in approval. “Now if only someone hadn’t missed the Christmas movie memo.”

They all looked pointedly at Trent. Whereas Alex’s sweater also referenced a Christmas classic—red and white with an RV and “Shitter’s Full” knitted across the front—Trent’s black sweater featured a pair of red and green Christmas ornaments and simply said, “Balls.”

“There was no memo,” he defended. “It’s not my fault the three of you share a brain cell.”

“Oh no, that’s bullshit,” Chuck shot. “I told you the three of us got movie sweaters. You could have gotten that light-up sweater with the leg lamp from A Christmas Story!”

“Not for seventy bucks!”

Alex’s eyes widened. “Seventy bucks?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh.”

“You could have gotten one of the other Christmas Vacation ones and matched with Alex,” Orange pointed out.

“Yeah, we could have matched, Trent,” Alex piled on.

But Trent just stared blankly back at them. “I liked this one.”

She gave him an overly sweet smile in return. “Well, it’s very you. I’ll give you that.”

“Uh, yeah. That’s why I got it, Alex,” he obviously stated. She just shook her head at him. They’d be going back-and-forth all night. They always did whenever they drank together.

“Alright, well are we going?” she asked with a look at the time on her phone. “I wanted a buzz twenty minutes ago.”

“I’ll give you a Buzz,” Chuck exaggeratedly returned. He pointed at his sweater, an excited, goofy grin on his face. “Huh? Huh?”

But the awful dad joke didn’t get the pop he wanted. “No,” Jim said. Chuck’s face fell.

“Y’all suck.”

“Balls,” Trent added, right on cue. It made Alex and Orange both audibly smirk.

“That’s what you laugh at?” Chuck incredulously proclaimed. “Alright, let’s go, I need a drink.”

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Two bars in and on their way to the third, everyone was feeling toasty and bright as they made their way down Market Street in Philadelphia’s Center City District. Festive lights, wreaths, and decorations adorned the trees and storefronts, and there was a definite feeling of Christmas in the air. Alex loved Philadelphia at Christmas. It was one of the reasons her heart had warmed to the holiday.

She looped her arm through Trent’s and hugged herself close as they walked, hoping to steal some of his body heat to ward off the bite in the air. They’d all opted to leave their coats behind, not wanting to deal with constantly taking them on and off and likely having to hold them all night. Thankfully, it wasn’t freezing, and the alcohol in their systems helped. But Alex knew she’d feel it in her bones by the end of the night.

“Remind me what we still need in bar bingo?” she asked. Bar bingo was a game they’d made up a while ago: if they could spot people with or wearing five specific items, they’d all take a shot. And they’d given it a Christmas twist tonight.

“Well, we already got the lumberjack beard and Santa hat,” Chuck counted off on his fingers. “So, we still need someone ‘suited up,’ someone wearing a black and red checkered flannel, and someone other than us wearing an ugly sweater.”

“We’re not gonna get the ugly sweater,” Trent pessimistically commented. “We’re the only idiots out here drinking in ugly Christmas sweaters.”

Alex pouted. But then she had a thought. “What if I took mine off and put it on someone else? Would that count?”

“Yes,” Orange immediately answered. It earned him a sidelong glance from Chuck.

“As much I would like to see that,” Trent said, “I’m not trying to get kicked out of a bar tonight.”

“I’m sure you would like to see it,” Alex returned with a flirty grin. “But you wouldn’t, and we wouldn’t get kicked out. I’m wearing a tank top underneath. This sweater is scratchy.”

The corners of Trent’s mouth turned down. “Well, that’s disappointing.”

They arrived at their third stop, a two-level Irish pub that was Alex’s favorite spot of the night. It was homey and warm and inviting and always a good time. It was where she always wanted to go whenever she was in town.

Chuck leaned into her to be heard over the din of talking and live music that filled the pub. “I doubt they are, but you want me to see if one of the tables by the fireplace upstairs is available?”

“Please,” she returned. She really hoped one was available; sitting by a fire sounded perfect. “I’ll get the drinks this round.” She turned to Trent. “Come help me carry them.”

She grabbed his wrist and pulled him with her to the bar, wedging herself in between a middle-aged couple and a group of twenty-somethings. It was crowded, and Trent had to come up close behind her, his chest brushing her back. “What do you want?” she asked him.

“The usual.”

One of the bartenders came around and nodded and smiled in greeting, remarking that it had been a while since he’d seen them and complimenting both their sweaters with an amused smirk. Alex thanked him and ordered all their drinks. As he walked away, she maneuvered to retrieve her phone from her back pocket. She froze when she saw the screen. She had a text. From Kenny.

You look cute in your ugly sweater.

Alex felt a rush of heat under her collar. She’d figured Kenny would see the selfie she’d posted to Instagram—maybe even hoped he would—but she hadn’t thought he would say anything. She didn’t know what to make of it. It swelled old feelings inside her that she’d been trying to ignore the last few weeks. She blamed the holidays. No one wanted to be alone during the holidays, and she and Kenny had ended their fling right before the start of cuffing season. She tried to tell herself that that was why she’d found her thoughts turning to him in quiet moments recently: she didn’t actually miss him—she missed the idea of him. An idea that he wasn’t even willing to give her.

“You’re not talking to him again, are you?”

Trent’s question drew her out of her thoughts. He’d seen the text. He and Chuck knew about all she’d gone through with Kenny. She locked her phone and placed it face down on the bar top. “No. I’m not,” she answered. But she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about it.

Trent moved closer behind her. Whether intentionally or not, he placed one hand on her hip while he held the other out in front of her. “Give me your phone.”

She twisted to give him a bewildered look. “What? Why?”

“Because. You’re a drunk texter. Even if you say you don’t, I know you want to text him back. And then you’ll probably end up saying something you regret in the morning.”

Alex chewed at her lip and glanced down at her phone. As much as she didn’t want to admit it… he was right. So she picked it up and reluctantly handed it over. Trent squeezed her hip as he took it from her.

“Trust me, you’ll thank me later.”

The bartender set their drinks in front of them, and after Alex paid, they grabbed them and weaved through the crowd to head upstairs. They saw a man in a suit as they went, and Alex turned to give Trent an excited smile—that was one more off the bar bingo list. She was even more excited to find Chuck and Orange sitting at one of the tables next to the double-sided fireplace.

“The people sitting here were leaving just as we got up here, so we snagged it,” Chuck explained. “And… one of them was wearing a black and red flannel.”

“Really?!” Alex proclaimed as she sat down across from him, handing him his drink. “We saw a guy suited up on the way up here.”

“That just leaves the ugly sweater then,” Orange noted. He nudged his chin at Alex. “Pop yours off and put it on someone, I wanna do a shot.”

She smirked at she brought her drink to her lips. “Maybe after this round.”

* * * * * * * * * *

They were supposed to go to one more bar after the pub, but Alex had lobbied for them to stay put. The fire was warm, the atmosphere was lively, the music was good, and the drinks were hitting. She didn’t want to go anywhere. Not until last call forced them back to Chuck’s place.

“What’s taking Jim so long?” she impatiently wondered aloud. Orange had offered to get the next round, and he’d been gone a good fifteen minutes at least. She craned around the fireplace to see if she could spot him at the bar, but she couldn’t get a good enough view. “He’s killing my vibe.”

Suddenly, Chuck’s eyes widened. “Oh fuck.”

“What?” Alex asked.

“That asshole’s disappeared on us again!”

Silent realization settled over the table. It wouldn’t be the first time Orange had disappeared during a night out, let alone on the ugly sweater bar crawl. Last year, he’d just vanished after the third bar; one minute he’d been with them, and the next he wasn’t. When they’d arrived back at Chuck’s apartment hours later, they’d found him fast asleep on the couch. Chuck still had no idea how he’d gotten in. Orange still hadn’t told them where he’d gone or what he’d done, just that he’d “met some people.”

“Why did you let him go to the bar alone?” Chuck asked Alex, as if it were somehow her fault that Orange had disappeared yet again.

“I’m not his keeper!” she fired back. “That’s your job!”

Chuck glowered at her. “I’m gonna see if he’s at the bar,” he said, and he stood from his seat and stalked off, ironically proving her point.

“Well, this sucks,” Trent stated.

“Balls?” Alex added, poking him in the chest. He arched a brow.

“Are you asking for my balls, or…?”

She smirked and shoved his shoulder. He responded by draping his arm over the back of her chair. She leaned her elbow on the table and looked sweetly up at him. “Can I see my phone?”

“No,” he immediately answered.

Her smile dropped into a pout. “Please?”

“No.”

She let out a huff and sat back again. “You get to have yours out on the table but mine is on lockdown? How is that fair?”

“Because I don’t want to drunk text my ex.”

Alex rolled her eyes. “I want to see if Kris has texted me, thank you very much,” she pointedly returned. And then, more softly, “And he’s not my ex. You know that.”

She picked up her empty drink and sipped what she could out of the straw, just to do something. Why had Kenny texted her? What was he playing at? She’d told him that if he couldn’t commit, she couldn’t see him anymore. And he couldn’t, so she’d walked. So why text her that?

“Hey,” Trent lifted his hand from the back of her chair and put it gently on her back. She set her glass back on the table and looked at him. The light of the fire reflected in his dark eyes. “Have you had fun tonight?”

The corners of her mouth turned up in a smile. She nodded. “Yeah, I have.”

He rubbed his thumb over her back. “Then don’t let one text ruin it.”

Alex expelled a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Trent had always been protective of her in a best friend sort of way, but this felt different. Maybe it was the buzz of the alcohol, or the warmth of the fire, or the ooey-gooeyness that seemed to permeate the very air during Christmastime… but it felt like he wasn’t comforting her as just a friend now. It felt like something more.

But then Chuck returned and interrupted the moment. “He’s gone.”

Alex’s brow furrowed. “Are you sure? Maybe he just went to the bathroom.”

“He would’ve had to walk past us to get to the bathroom,” Trent pointed out. He laughed. “Disappearing after offering to get us drinks. What a dick.”

Suddenly, Alex heard her phone get a text in Trent’s pocket; then Trent and Chuck got one, too. “I bet that’s him,” Chuck said as he pulled out his phone. He pursed his lips as he looked at the screen. “Yup.”

Alex leaned over to look at Trent’s phone as he pulled up the message. It was from Orange, alright, and it only said two words. Beer garden.

“Well, that’s helpful,” Trent dryly commented.

“Wait,” Chuck announced. Trent and Alex both looked up at him. He had a concentrated look on his face. “I think I know where he is. Come on.”

* * * * * * * * * *

The beer garden Chuck led them to was catty-cornered from Independence Hall. It was lit up with Christmas lights and packed full of people drinking beer in coats and hats and gloves, their cheeks and noses rosy from the cold as they huddled around portable heaters. And right in the thick of it all, a hot drink in his hand, was none other than Orange Cassidy.

“What the fuck!” Chuck proclaimed as they rejoined him, causing several people around to look their way. “Thanks for ditching us again.”

“And when you were supposed to be getting us drinks, no less,” Alex added.

Jim took a sip of his drink before answering. “Well, what happened was, I was waiting at the bar to get our drinks. But then this group of people came up to pay their tab, and they were all wearing ugly sweaters. And so we started talking, and they invited me to come with them here. So I did. And then I figured I should probably text you all.”

They all stared blankly back at him. And then Trent said, “Never change, Jim.”

He raised his cup in cheers.

“Wait, you said they were wearing ugly sweaters?” Chuck asked. His eyes grew round with excitement. “That means we got bar bingo!”

“Oh shit, we did,” Trent realized. “Do they have liquor here?”

Orange nodded. “Yeah. Mulled wine, too,” he said, gesturing with his cup.

“Alright, well, let’s hurry up and do our shot and leave,” Alex decided, hugging herself to maintain warmth. “It’s way too cold to be standing out here without coats.”

* * * * * * * * * *

They’d decided to head back to Chuck’s place after taking their celebratory bar bingo shot—a Snowball, to keep things festive. Chuck had passed out in his room nearly as soon as they’d gotten back, leaving the rest of them to figure out sleeping arrangements on their own. But, at the moment, Alex was in the kitchen trying to find something hot to drink. She’d thought right: the cold had seeped right into her bones, and she was still freezing despite the central heating in Chuck’s apartment.

Trent gave her a curious look as she clumsily shuffled through the cabinets. “What’re you doing?”

“Looking for hot tea… I’m still freezing.”

He laughed and leaned against the counter. “Come on, you know Chuck doesn’t have any hot tea. Coffee?”

“I don’t want to drink coffee right before going to bed,” she said, but she sighed and gave up her search. “Oh well. I guess I’ll just sleep in my sweater.”

“You can borrow my hoodie,” Trent offered. She looked at him in surprise. “Because you said the sweater is scratchy.”

“Oh. Yeah. Thanks.”

He nodded, and silence settled over them. Not uncomfortable; it was never uncomfortable with Trent. But there was just something more to it. Like how there’d been something more as they’d sat in front of the fireplace at the pub.

Alex leaned against the countertop. “Thank you for taking my phone tonight. You’re right… I probably would have said something I’d regret in the morning.”

“Of course I’m right,” he returned, a smirk on his lips. Alex rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stifle her smile.

“Hey, what’s that?”

She looked back at him. He walked toward her, his eyes looking at something on the ceiling. Alex curiously followed his line of sight… and saw nothing.

“It’s the ceiling,” she bluntly answered.

He stopped in front of her, still looking up. He pointed. “Right there. Look.”

She looked again, but she still didn’t see whatever it was he was talking about. “Where? There’s nothing there.”

“I think there’s mistletoe.”

Alex looked flatly back at him. So that’s what he was doing. “Oh, okay. There’s no mistletoe, Trent.”

He cocked his head. “Are you sure? Because I swear I see some right there.”

“There’s not.”

“Really? I think you just don’t want to see it.”

His eyes met hers again. They were full of quiet, drunken confidence. Alex bit back another grin. “Are you saying you want to kiss me?”

He stepped closer. “That’s generally what happens under mistletoe, yeah.”

Alex felt a little flutter in her stomach. It was… odd. It wasn’t as if she’d never thought about kissing Trent. She had, as often as they drunkenly flirted with each other. But, standing there in Chuck’s kitchen, she realized that she was actually entertaining it this time. He was close enough. She could just tilt her chin up and press her lips against his, just for a second, to see how it felt. And then, she felt his hands on her hips, pulling her body against his. She angled her mouth toward his, her eyes falling closed, heart pounding in her ears—

And then someone cleared their throat.

Alex let out a startled yelp and slapped a hand to her mouth as she jumped back from Trent into the counter. It was Orange. Thank God it was Orange.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he said.

Alex ran a hand through her hair and looked sheepishly up at Trent. He let out a sigh. “I’ll go see if I can find some more blankets for the air mattress,” he said, and he walked out of the kitchen.

Alex glanced at Orange. He smirked. “So, are you and Trent sharing the air mattress, then?”

Her entire face went red. “Shut up,” she muttered, embarrassed. But as she pushed past him out of the kitchen, she realized she wasn’t cold anymore.

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1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 9, 13, 14, 16, 26, 27, 28, 31, 32, 33, 39, 40 ~ (heres a lot cause i wanna hear you ramble lol)

oof i'm so game for rambling man, this post is gonna get so long lol ~

1: Favorite current male wrestler gosh i have. so many answers for this so i'll give a different one each time if others ask buuuut lemme go with the best boi karl this time as he makes me super happy lately. he's just so cute and he's so good and just ah. goddammit karl

2: Favorite current female wrestler i also have many answers to this one too LOL, so i'll do the same for this as i did with the male wrestler as well. but for this one i'll go with deonna as. my god. she's so good and i'm loving her heel run.

3: Favorite all time male wrestler this one is actually kinda hard. i'm trying to think of the one i've loved the longest. there may be two answers as i found them both around the same time buuuut this time let's go with kenny. he makes me so happy and i always get excited to watch whatever he's in. and he's a giant nerd so that's always brownie points lol

4: Favorite all time female wrestler this one i also have a couple answers for. i can't have just one LOL. for this one i'll go with mickie as i literally wanted to grow up to be her. she was the first wrestler i could actually see myself in so she means a lot to me ~

7: Favorite ring gear is this like. one specific gear? or someone who's gear i love? i don't know i'll throw multiple answers for this too. for now, def spider-will. he has so many gears i love but this is forever one of my favorite looks from anyone

9: Favorite entrance theme lovefurypassionenergy will be one of my favorite themes until i die tbh it's so good

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13: Best looking diva i don't know if this means current divas or all divas, but top is maryse fight me

14: Best looking superstar oof. so i'm gonna guess this is just wwe related and there are. so many tbh. i will say my boi finn tho cause. fucking oof man

16: Gimmick there's a ton of these i like too damn. this one's hard but. i will go with mjf's heel "better than you" gimmick, cause goddamn i remember first watching aew and he made me physically angry, and sir if you can do that then you're doing an amazing job lol. i do love him now cause ofc my type is overconfident asshole heels, but hearing what's going to come out of his dumb face is one of the reasons i keep up with aew

26: One unpopular opinion of yours besides that i love will ospreay lol, ummm. i guess that i never got the hype with the bella twins? like they were decent wrestlers and very pretty but i just never saw the big deal with them, or why they're hall of fame worthy. tho i don't see how a lot in the hall of fame are in there but whatevs

27: Who do you consider underrated? keeping with wwe for this second, but cesaro. it's a national crime he hasn't been world champion yet. dude is talented as fuck, has been in the company for ages stuck basically in tag teams and mid-card, and is can absolutely handle himself in main event settings. he deserves the best fuck you wwe

28: What about an over-rated wrestler? we'll stick with wwe for one more at least, but charlotte. is she talented? sure. enough to have the record for most championships? absolutely not. she's shoved everywhere when there's plenty other talented girls there that deserve the championships (naomi, nattie, liv, etc.) and it's infuriating. once again, fuck you wwe

31: Who would you like to be in a tag team with? okay so this is sticking with gorls ummm. god who could absolutely carry my ass LOL. i wasn't going to go back to wwe but absolutely rhea. she's a tall to my smol, we have very similar styles/loves, and she could teach me how to be a beast

32: Who would you like to be in a mixed tag team with?okay yep so here's for guys shit. who also can carry me lol. i don't want to be obvious and biased, but i would absolutely love to be with best friends. chuckie and trent are such moods with everything and i feel like my sense of humor would mesh perfectly with them

33: Why do you love wrestling? oh gosh. there are so many reasons honestly and i feel like none of them have to do with wrestling itself? first: it was a bonding thing for my mom and i. she was the one who got me into it, as she was an avid watcher in the 80s and 90s and once we saw it back on tv we could watch (we didn't have cable until like 2018) we nosedived into it and i learned. so i have lots of happy memories watching it with her and learning alongside her. second: i found my best friends because of it. on dA there was a group of wrasslin fans who had ocs and stories and we came together into a friend group. some have branched away into other things, but the squad was part of that and obvs you cause you're my bestie so because of wrestling i found you. third: because of wrestling, i'm where i'm at in art. doing wrestling fan art is what made me start taking drawing really seriously, and eventually start writing, and making ocs. so without wrestling i would probably have never started writing or wouldn't have the ocs that i have, and who knows where my art would be. lastly, it makes me happy. watching through njpw has really rekindled my love and showed me how happy i can be watching again, especially after losing my mom. even before i would watch some dvds to make me feel better (looking at you 2006 dx) and even now i'll look up clips to make me feel better. it's just. a huge source of happiness for me

39: What is your best wrestling related memory? going to my first con, without a doubt. after seeing friends and others have the chance to meet babes firsthand, i knew i needed to try and do the same. now that i have a job where i can actually fund things somewhat, i travelled to outside baltimore to my first wrestling con this year. getting to meet faces i've seen on tv for so long and seeing that they're real was. absolutely incredible. i was able to meet mickie james and tell her how much of an inspiration she is to me, bond with mandy leon over spooky stuff and how much she loved my art, make an ass of myself in front of fandango as i forgot how discord worked (but you know all about that LOL), and get to actually meet one of my crushes in will, get extremely emotional (so much so that i never got a picture with him cause lol i could barely speak to him), and then had to go outside for 20 minutes to relearn how to breathe. it was so anxiety inducing but also one of the best days of my life ~

40: Do you watch wrestling by yourself or with others?both, but i prefer watching it with others. it's just fun to yell with others and get other opinions on things and just to have someone along for the ride makes it so fun ~

wrasslin asks ~

#nightmareantagonist #wrasslin #long post oops #have all the rambles lol #thank you for asking babe <33

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National Enquirer, November 16

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Jeffrey Epstein’s madam Ghislaine Maxwell’s nights with Prince Andrew and teen Virginia Roberts Giuffre

Page 2: Brad Pitt kicked married galpal Nicole Poturalski to the curb after getting flak from his ex Angelina Jolie -- Brad’s relationship with Nicole hit the skids after Brad decided he needed to shore up his image during his ongoing custody battle with Angie and his focus right now is to get his dad image back on track and give Angie no more ammo to fling back at him

Page 3: Tiger Woods’ romance with Erica Herman has gone off course over legal troubles and wedding pressure and bickering over where to live and Tiger is so fed up he’s considering ditching his nagging girlfriend in Florida and moving back to his native California -- Erica’s been pressuring him to put a ring on it ever since she moved into his Jupiter Island mansion and that’s something he just won’t do and she’s already taken over his household buying new furniture and remodeling the master bath and building a new closet and hiring a gourmet chef -- California is looking better and better to Tiger who only moved to Florida to play on its tough Bermuda grass which helped improve his swing but now Tiger’s ex Elin lives in Florida with their two kids

Page 4: Miranda Lambert is scoffing at ex Blake Shelton’s newly announced engagement to Gwen Stefani and she’s convinced Blake’s third walk down the aisle has failure written all over it because she thinks Blake’s bad to the bone and this marriage will wind up being a total disaster and after the hell Blake put her through Miranda can’t imagine his life with Gwen would be any different, lifelong bachelor Simon Cowell has had a change of heart since his horrific August accident and he’s finally ready to tie the knot with baby mama Lauren Silverman -- after spinal surgery to repair his broken back the entertainment mogul feels lucky to be alive and walking and the one constant in his difficult rehab after surgery has been Lauren and he wants to pay her back with a ring

Page 5: Train-wreck Wendy Williams’ wacky behavior has TV producers scrambling behind the scenes to find her replacement after her unhinged performance on a recent episode of her talk show where she slurred her words and rambled incoherently -- there had been a hope a chatfest helmed by Nick Cannon could be a safety net should the daytime diva who spent a stint in a sober living house last year not be able to continue hosting but plans for that were pushed back after the comic made anti-Semitic rants in a podcast -- they also tried Jerry O’Connell when Wendy was out for three weeks last year but he tanked with viewers -- Wendy’s a mess and it remains to be seen how long producers will be able to put up with her problems before they decide to pull the plug

Page 6: Grey’s Anatomy star Ellen Pompeo hinted that she may be making her final rounds -- Ellen who has starred on the show since 2005 and makes $20 million a year admitted she’s considering slipping out of her scrubs after the current season 17 but her departure could spell the end of the beloved series and show creator Shonda Rhimes has said it’s unlikely the show could continue without her but Ellen has also expressed her desire to spend more time with her husband and their three children

Page 7: Mariah Carey’s brother Morgan blasted her memoir as filled with lies and distortions and he’s considering legal action -- the book called Morgan and sister Alison her ex-brother and ex-sister and Mariah wrote Morgan had a long history of violence and when she was six he slammed their mother into a wall -- Mariah also wrote her siblings and mother were heartless in terms of dealing with her as a human being and once she got famous they started treating her like an ATM with a wig on but Morgan is fighting back and looking to hire a lawyer

Page 8: Reese Witherspoon’s marriage to Jim Toth is in the muck after the stunning collapse of his new business venture and tensions are mounting in the Hollywood power couple’s already troubled union now that the streaming service Quibi crumbled after less than six months leaving content acquisition president Jim out of work while Reese’s star continues to rise and there’s a real balance of power that’s been building up and that’s put a serious strain on the relationship -- living in quarantine added to the stress between them as Reese has been holed up with her two kids with ex Ryan Phillippe Ava and Deacon and her son Tennessee with Jim at the family’s ranch in Malibu

Page 9: Dementia patient Kenny Rogers cut his three adult children out of his $250 million will and now sources fear the late country legend could have been tricked into signing the document -- Kenny left everything to his 16-year-old twins sons with fifth wife Wanda and the will also stated it was his intent to specifically exclude his daughter Carole with his first wife and son Kenny Jr. with third wife and son Christopher with fourth wife and their issue as beneficiaries of his estate -- Kenny Sr. would never disown his own children according to the source especially since the singer’s son Kenny Jr. is incorrectly referred to Kenny Rogers III throughout the will -- the wording is not like Kenny Sr. and something is not right and his older kids are thinking about contesting the will

Page 10: Hot Shots -- Kate McKinnon shot a Saturday Night live skit in NYC, Sophia Bush hit the road in L.A. with her co-pilot pup Maggie, pregnant Jinger Duggar Vuolo in Venice with daughter Felicity, Heidi Klum walking the streets in her native Germany, Snoop Dogg saluted young rappers as he accepted BET’s I Am Hip Hop award

Page 11: Unwitting Jennifer Aniston and Gerard Butler once dabbled in the secret sex cult NXIVM -- the organization masqueraded as a self-help group but in 2017 it was exposed as a pyramid scheme for founder Keith Raniere who forced high-ranking female recruits to become his sex slaves -- in 2010 Jen and Gerry who were dating at the time wound up at one of the introductory seminars but they were turned off by the level of commitment expected and never returned -- they thought it was just a networking opportunity and had no idea what they were getting themselves into, cash-crunched Gwyneth Paltrow is facing hard times like everyone else and is looking to change her free-spending ways -- the belt-tightening caused by the coronavirus pandemic has even hit her lifestyle empire Goop causing her to shut down the London branch and make hard choices for the future -- Gwyneth may be worth $100 million but she and husband Brad Falchuk spend money like it’s going out of style on private jets they use on a whim and they own a fleet of fancy cars and pay steep salaries for staff who are at their beck and call 24/7 and it’s all draining their bank accounts -- they’re looking at making cuts across the board from personal trainers and chefs and drivers to the masseurs and beauticians who come to their house several times a week -- plus the couple believe it’s a bad look for them to be living so high on the hog when the rest of the world is suffering during the pandemic

Page 12: Straight Shuter -- Angelina Jolie spent years developing her own version of the Hollywood classic Cleopatra and now she’s livid that Gal Gadot has stolen the Egyptian queen -- Angie’s dream was to play Cleopatra the role that made Elizabeth Taylor an icon and it was to be the part that won Angie an Academy Award for Best Actress and now that’s over thanks to Gal who will be playing the Queen of the Nile instead, after ABC scrapped plans to honor Regis Philbin with a prime-time tribute Jimmy Kimmel insisted on honoring Regis on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?, MSNBC talking head Rachel Maddow is fleeing New York for her Massachusetts farm after hanging a $2.3 million price tag on her NYC pad but Rachel didn’t want potential buyers looking through all the personal stuff at her apartment so all the personal pictures and books and clothing and everything else was shipped out and replaced with staged furniture, Ariel Winter and her dog (picture)

Page 13: Ailing Joni Mitchell opened up about how she’s still struggling to get back to her old self five years after a debilitating brain bleed -- after Joni was found unresponsive in her Bel-Air home in 2015 she said she was forced to relearn everyday tasks because the aneurysm took away her speech and her ability to walk and although she’s showing slow improvement she hasn’t been writing or playing the guitar or the piano, Randy Travis is defying all the odds as he plans the greatest comeback in country music history as he is making amazing progress after suffering a massive 2013 stroke that most believed would end his career forever and he was given just 1% chance of survival and even after he pulled through doctors believed he would be bedridden and unable to speak -- instead his grueling rehab efforts have miraculously put him on the road to realizing his dream of returning to the spotlight -- some of his motivation is financial; last year he sold his Nashville home and released his memoir which was fueled by his need to pay medical expenses after years of not being able to perform

Page 14: Hollywood Hookups -- Channing Tatum and Jessie J have split again, Cole Sprouse and Reina Silva dating, Kate Beckinsale and Goody Grace split

Page 15: Ariana Grande is raising eyebrows with her raunchy new record Positions -- the former squeaky-clean Nickelodeon star who has been dating real estate agent Dalton Gomez spouted off X-rated odes to an unnamed lover on the LP, six months after sidelining her marriage to former quarterback Jay Cutler Kristin Cavallari admitted there are good days and bad days but insisted it’s been nice to be able to focus on herself and figure out who she is now and what she ultimately wants out of life, hotel heiress Kathy Hilton is joining The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills as a friend of the main cast which includes her half-sister Kyle Richards

Page 16: Crime

Page 17: On Drew Barrymore’s talk show a psychic guest channeled the spirit of one of the host’s former in-laws but the man in question is very much alive -- medium Anna Raimondi told Drew she sensed the aura of a judge causing Drew to burst into tears and named David a relative of her ex-husband Will Kopelman claiming he’d passed but Judge David Kopelman is alive and still going strong -- Will slammed Anna was a submental hack and said he was surprised that Drew chose to give oxygen to someone like that

Page 18: American Life

Page 20: Cover Story -- Prince Andrew is desperate to quash explosive testimony by his pedophile pal Jeffrey Epstein’s accused madam Ghislaine Maxwell but the socialite’s second secret deposition is torpedoing his return from royal exile -- after Ghislaine danced around details of her relationship with the disgraced Duke of York in testimony released a few weeks ago Andrew is sweating bullets about her second grilling under oath which contains details of their intimate friendship and nights with Epstein’s teen sex slave Virginia Roberts Giuffre

Page 22: Don McLean viciously slammed ex-wife Patrisha Shnier as the worst person her ever knew but in their ongoing war of words she maintains he was abusive to her -- Don is still bitter over a 2016 domestic incident at their home in Maine that landed him behind bars and led to divorce after 30 years of marriage

Page 26: Matthew McConaughey confessed he nearly turned his back on Tinseltown to be a wildlife guide like late Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin -- he made a splash in a string of blockbuster rom-coms in the ‘90s and ‘00s but he was eager to move on to meatier movies and even passed on a $14.5 million paycheck in 2010 to seek more substantial roles and the struggle left him considering other careers such as a wildlife guide, Jamie Foxx has been crushed by the death of his beloved sister DeOndra Dixon who was born with Down syndrome

Page 28: Good Catch -- Bachelor stars who are still up for grabs -- Jon Hamm, Owen Wilson, Drew Carey

Page 29: Benicio Del Toro, Ryan Seacrest, Matthew Perry, some stars seem to say I do at the drop of the hat -- Larry King, Jerry Lee Lewis, Billy Bob Thornton

Page 32: Olivia Munn was caught on camera flashing what looked like engagement bling on her left ring finger as she exited a gym following a morning workout in Los Angeles but she reportedly broke up with boyfriend Tucker Roberts last year leaving fans wondering who bought the stunning sparkler

Page 36: Health Watch

Page 42: Red Carpet -- Michelle Pfeiffer

Page 45: Spot the Differences -- Allison Janney on Mom

Page 47: Odd List

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uh self ship ramble

i already wrote all this out but i lost it all so im writing it again uh if you actually read this thats kinda epic uh surprising but,, thank you dude also uh there is no grammar or like punctuation or structure in this its just kinda me talking cause i like doing that UH OKAY so, my f/os are kyle and michael michael would def come first fr fr uh like okay so im fr like a scenekid so obviously like him and the goths would think im a total poser and hate me and think im worse than like yknow vamps and emos combined

i mean im a kandikid i got that whole plur type thing happening thats like,, the opposite of em pls

but like itd get to the point where michael just wouldnt s t o p talking about me ofc in a negative fashion but enough for the rest of them to kinda just “,,,dude,,” ykn okay uh yeah yeah so like uh then they kinda discover what my house looks like which uh cough cough uh gothic mansion cause @remibody-can-cook is fr a vampire uh cause well they are and like i live w him hes my brother and stuff i can explain that later if anyone would like </3

but anyways uh theyd prob be kinda more tolerable to me like when i first see them i prob would compliment their outfits and stuff so ive like talked to them before but like hardly yeah but like! uh i end up being pretty chill w michael and like we hang out and stuff and its pretty epic!! uh yea yea uh fun fact thought of a thing like either henrietta yknow no prob her would j “why is he like over there acting like a preppy beiber wannabe? theres nothing to smile about in this dought of a world” but like,,,, to where it actually fr sounds like her DAGKDAK uh and like idfk firkle (i wanna actually kick him WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THAT PISSED </3) would say smthn like uh alog the lines of “let him enjoy his conformist fairytale for a little bit longer” idfk but uh like to hc despite him being,,, how he is hed have more of a soft spot for me ykn like hed actually smile and shit for once SAGAK ykn and i like to hc he rlly rlly likes wholesome physical affection plsplsplspsl hes so cute pls </3 ofc hed still like joke bully me a bunch but like its all in good spirits even if hes not the clearest about it uh uh uhuhuhuh kyle uh this ones so much more basic rem who i mentioned earlier like,,, hangs w cartman and kenny and i kinda tag along with him a lot so i kinda end up meeting all of em so uh yknow kyle and i we just kinda work ykn our personalities just mesh rlly rlly well.??? dude imagine sleepovers w both of them omg i think theyd get in debates about like morals and the world n stuff which could get kinda heated sometimes because uh they can both be pretty fuckn stubborn but ykn they kinda just learn to be fine with eachother i mean they get along pretty fine but man like hanging out with both of them would be so FUN PLS </3 </3 CRIES N UH4728939 LANGUAGES omg i need to stop </3

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cowboyshit · 4 years ago

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Kenny going unhinged on 7/15 while Adam's in the back drinking and having fun chillin' with FTR has me thinking that the roles are going to switch with them where it was Kenny looking out for Adam when he was drunk and now it's going to be Adam looking after an unhinged/feral Kenny. Or perhaps they both turn feral. I don't want them feuding against each other.

Oohh, I definitely think this is a build-up to their potential falling out and feud, although I feel with everything it’s going to be another slow burn rather than something that happens all out or in the immediate future, but I definitely think that’s on our horizon. I imagine they don’t want to have Adam and Kenny go head-to-head until we’re allowed a live audience again, but since that keeps getting pushed further and further away they may go through with it anyways just to keep the story line moving.

I saw a theory on reddit the other day that it’ll be this new unhinged Kenny who, after losing the tag titles, reignites his feud with Mox and eventually takes the title from him, which would then set up for the feud between he and Adam coming to play because we all know Adam is still and always has been after that world championship belt. I think that’s why the tag titles didn’t really feel like much when Adam first won them, because they weren’t the gold he was after. But then once he had them and they were threatened by the bucks, he became possessive of them. He’s never treated them like tag belts. He’s never treated them like a belt he has WITH Kenny. He tries to get the pin, he refers to them possessively as “his” and while Kenny has seemed interested in trying to come around so they can bond, Adam is still holding him at arm’s length and doing everything he can to not develop their close relationship. Anyways, I’ve gotten WAY off track here, but Adam’s constant drive and need for that title he lost at the start of Dynamite is something I will ramble about if I get myself stuck on it.

Either way I definitely feel like a break between Kenny and Adam will happen as soon as they drop those tag titles. I think Adam doesn’t want the responsibility of looking after or dealing with unhinged Kenny, he doesn’t even want to call him his friend, and he’s too focused on his own supposed shortcomings to extend energy outside himself for someone else. I could be wrong, but my suspicion is Kenny is going to go heel, while Adam will become babyface/stay babyface and that’s how they’ll meet one another for their eventual feud however long it’ll be from now.

#icouldbewicked #ashley answers #ramble ramble ramble #akjfkjfd

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darlinrogue · 4 years ago

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The Undertaker has never been one to mince words, which is why he now stands with his arms crossed and nods to a chair, directing Adam (the irony) to sit. "You're making a mistake with the Dark Order, boy. Take a seat."

Holy Baloney is that the Undertaker?

Adam and ‘Taker

Somewhere on file, in the back of Adam’s head, was a formative memory from his snot-nosed brat years of around eight or so, of the Undertaker crucifying Stone Cold Steve Austin on live, national TV. It may’ve actually been trauma that he then reenacted when he hung Chris Sabin, but hey, that was the Attitude Era in a nutshell. Adam had watched the old tube TV with his delicate, developing eyeballs glued to the screen. Trying to make out the shitty picture from all the static. It was probably why he had to wear reading glasses as an adult. Can’t say his mom didn’t warn him. Yeah, Adam grew-up watching all the big names: Shawn Michaels, Bret Hart, and Dusty Rhodes, AKA his best friend’s dad, because, life is surreal. John Cena-- Adam still had the stupid green he used to come out in. The one a promoter made him remove because he was, ‘too much of a stud’ to hide his face. Rey Mysterio, real big inspiration. There was also Sting, which was very surreal nowadays. He’d seen enough Chris Jericho that losing to him really sucked. Hell, he even saw some of Kenny Omega’s earliest matches on the indies and on Deep South. Back when Adam was a hotshot teen wrestling in his backyard. It was all enough that it made walking into the locker room and confronting the man inside, a bit of a fever dream.

Also, made him wonder what the hell was in that whiskey he drank earlier.

The man was massive, much larger than the screens implied. Adam was far from little but he didn’t hit this wall of meat’s chin. Broad as a freight train, Adam would rather hang-out on the tracks than take a lariat from this mountain. Way older than he remembered. All grizzled in the face, with a soul melting glower that made Adam consider returning to church in the next week or two. Evidently every Easter and Christmas was not enough. The dark leather coat, shrugged over his massive shoulders, was longer than Adam was tall. He filled the entire room. Cold bit at Adam’s nose and lips, like Winter had followed him inside.

He also had really pretty green eyes, like, wow, what a wonderful color.

Adam glanced behind him and checked the hall. Brandon wasn’t following him with a camera, or anything. There was no personal enemies lingering in the shadows for a surprise Superkick Party. Dynamite ended a little under five minutes ago. Adam was here for his stuff before he called an Uber and returned to his hotel. He’d probably hang-out in bed for an hour or two and watched telenovelas to practice his Spanish. All while getting way over emotionally invested in the cheap drama. It was low stakes and stupid, and he needed that in his life right now. Not a single one of those thoughts helped Adam cope with the fact that someone, who had a strong suspicion was the actual, real life, Undertaker, was waiting for him in his locker room. Like, this was some kinda intervention.

“Am I being ribbed?” He voiced, incredulous.

His brow furrowed and he checked the corners for hidden lens. It’d happen before, not totally unrealistic. Adam slunk into the room, sticking to the walls and angling for his gear bag. Maybe, he’d make a break for it. He had young lungs and his cardio was damn good, if he could say so himself. Yeah, this guy had longer legs and thighs thicker than his torso, but he was also like fifty. Still, too curious to run, Adam sunk down onto a bench, toes tapping against the cheap carpet. Was kinda wishing he brought a whiskey with him. Instead, he had a bottle of stale, hot water that he left in his bag. He broke the cap and took a sip, eyes still latched on his dark companion.

“Listen, I, um, really don’t know what’s going on here,” Adam admitted, he lifted his hand, planting his elbow on his knee. “I just work here man, like, I don’t sign a single check in this joint. When they were handing out EVP jobs, my name wasn’t on that list. I didn’t want a gig like that, anyway. Responsibility and important phone calls? Not really my speed.”

He was rambling, which seemed to be an easy thing to do around this guy.

“But um, one,” he lifted a single finger for emphasis. “Uh, for the record, big fan. Your match at Wrestlemania twenty-six? My personality for an entire year. Because, well, you’re stupid like that when you’re a twenty-something. Made me realize I needed more sparkles on my gear. Two, listen the thing with the Dark Order --I mean, I don’t know why you even care-- but as much as I am loathe, loathe--” Big word, put that on a scrabble board. “To tag with Silvers and Reynolds I am even less interested in getting my shit rocked in a three-v-one next week. Which is what will happen if I don’t find partners. Sometimes, you gotta scrape the bottom of the barrel. And listen like--”

Adam took another swig of water, and wiped the excess that dribbled down his chin. He had whiskey earlier and his braincells were not firing in tandem. He smoothed his hand over his chin and through his beard. He was not going to inform the Maybe-Probably-Undertaker, that he had no other friends and no other options. He had some dignity. It wasn’t much, but he was trying to keep it, dang it.

“Reynolds and Silvers, cools guys, the whole cult thing is unfortunate, I’d share a drink with them otherwise,” Adam said. He opened his arms in a broad, embracing gesture. “They’re not complete dunces in the ring either. I mean, I whooped both their asses before, but, I have been kicked by Silvers, and it fucking hurts. So, I uh, appreciate your--”

He paused, teeth gritted, searching for a word.

“Concern.” Yep, that’ll have to do. “But I got this handled.” Probably.

Adam sat-up, searched the room again with a couple pointed looks and then repeated:

“Am I being ribbed?!”

#brothersgrim #‘The Hangman’ || Adam: IC #‘Deals with God’ || Adam: Verse #adam isn't a complete moron but he IS a himbo #Set after Dec 9 Dynmaite because i feel like that works best

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marvel-redemption-omega · 5 years ago

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The One

A/N: This is my entry for @softhairbarnes' writing challenge! I’m so excited to have participated and can’t wait to read the other entries. I hope you guys enjoy and feedback is appreciated! This is the first story I’ve written -and completed- in quite some time! I’m proud of it. I don't know how to do the Keep Reading tab, sorry. If anyone can help it'd be much appreciated. //Reposted to tag host of the writing challenge!//

Summary: Reader gets sent on an un-knowingly false mission. When they return, Tony sends them on a wild goose chase before they get to settle down and actually start to unwind with their Avenger family.

Pairings: Reader-x-Everyone; Reader-x-OMC

Prompt: “You're still the one I love, the only one I dream of//You're still the one I kiss good night//I'm so glad we made it, look how far we've come my baby” -- Prompt is at end of story

Word Count: 6634

Flight time estimates:

Bahrain to LAX 21hr flight: 1000 departure; 0700 arrival next day

Hour layover

LAX to NY 5.5hr flight: 0800 departure; 1300/1330ish arrival same day

Looks like we made it

Look how far we've come my baby

Six weeks. Six weeks spent in Bahrain just to find out that the drug and human trafficking ring were non existent and just rumors of the military in an attempt to draw out the buyers. It was infuriating enough to be sent on the recon mission alone, but to have no communication with your team back home, well it rubbed you the wrong way.

You give an annoyed growl at the thought as you pack your suitcase.

“I think I’m gonna kill Tony when I get back,” you murmur to the open air. You had been lucky enough to snag a room at the NGIS building on base, paid for courtesy of Tony Stark. “I can’t wait to get back to my baby,” you add as the thought crosses your mind. A smile adorns your face as you sling your duffel bag onto your shoulder and make your way to the check out desk; the mere thoughts of holding him clears any and all negativity.

I forgot how much I absolutely LOATHE airports.

The check in line is backed out the door (thankfully you were already checked in) and there’s luggage everywhere. Security was packed as always, even for such an mid Saturday morning flight and the walk to the terminal had been pretty long too.

Why couldn’t I have a quinjet again? Ugh… You try to focus on the positive things and pop in your ear buds, setting your music to shuffle.

I’ll be home soon. I can beat up Tony soon. I can take a week off. I can sleep in my own bed. I can ask Sam for his bomb-ass waffles. Ahh, movie night with the team! I wonder who I can convince to make a blanket fort with me this time. Clint did last time, so I won’t bug him again, unless he offers then all bets are off.

Yep. The positive things, like a blanket fort. Who said you had to grow up just because you’re over the age of eighteen? Because you are an avenger or S.H.I.E.L.D. agent? Bitter adults unhappy with their life choices, that’s who. Best to not be like them.

You look at your ticket, tilt your head up just a bit, and count the people in line waiting to board the same plane. Nine people in front, many more behind, most with small toddlers or babies. A few not-quite-toddlers but not adolescents are here too.

Unaccompanied.

Crowded plane. Noisy kids. Body heat. Body odor.

You don’t know which is worse, honestly. They are all pretty bad. With a sigh you settle into the aisle seat, glad your seat-mates happen to be a quiet couple. In their late twenties most likely. You close your eyes, put your headphones back in to ignore the flight safety brief -something you knew by repetition-, and smile to yourself as you reminisce while your playlist shuffles some rock songs from the ‘80s before switching to some late ‘90s country. You subtly nod along to the beat, foot tapping softly, and you silently sing along to Kenny Chesney.

We mighta took the long way

We knew we'd get there someday

“Y/n! You and (S/o/n) look so cute! How could you not tell us you two were together?!” Your friends swarmed and congratulated you.

“We just wanted to try first, see if it went anywhere.” It was a shy admittance, more for them or yourself, you weren’t sure. You glanced over at your significant other. They had been dragged away by your family. It was a family barbecue after all. You should have known it would happen. They met your eyes as you shared uneasy and apologetic glances respectively.

Your friends would wait until your family approved before they’d all have a go at interrogation before they gave their approval. You rolled your eyes at the small group. They were extra sometimes, but they were your family. Blood or not you knew they’d have your back in an instant.

The relationship only lasted a short while but it had been nice. The two of you broke it off mutually and agreed to always be there for the other. You still loved them regardless.

Time passed and things changed. People came and went from your life, some good, others not so much. There was one who was there to stay forever though. You wouldn’t change anything for the world and you hoped he knew it. He meant the world to you. Some of your friends said he was a mistake and would ruin your life. You chose not to listen. How could he when he was the reason you could smile again?

Most of your friends had left, their lives pulling them in different directions. Some to college, others to military, some even settled down and got married. Family became distant with the exception of your parents and siblings.

You got a call asking you to come to a coffee shop, him included, for a job interview. Although you had been skeptical, your parents convinced you to go. How bad could it have been if they were inviting him too? How often does that happen, they had asked.

Fury had been intimidating at first glance. Then you noticed he had a cat with him. The cat, he called Goose, took high interest in you and him. You’d laughed before giving Fury your attention, though you watched Goose sniff at the male beside you then purr and curl up in his lap. His smile was contagious as he beamed at you.

After leaving the strange interview, you went home. Though the thoughts of what the “Avengers Initiative” was, really left an itch. An itch you just had to scratch.

Curious as you were, you had no intention on meeting with Fury again. He made you uneasy, although not in a bad way. You just knew something was off and knew he wouldn’t say unless you agreed. But you could try and find the answer on your own anyway.

Fury proved you wrong in seeing him when he slipped you an invitation a few weeks later for a party. It had been a brief meeting. A run in at the grocery store. The address was to a nice place in New York. Your love agreed to go with you on the promise of exploring the city after the party. After all, a trip to New York from Colorado was a trip to remember.

You drove instead of flew. It took a day and a half to reach the destination. Traffic hadn’t been bad until New York itself. But you had planned to be there a few days early to explore before the party. Your love had agreed to the change of schedule and made a list of things he wanted to see and do. Coney Island was at the top of the list.

It was always hard to leave when you went on missions. He missed you and you him, but you know why you did it. You worked as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent now. Fury had seen the spark in you that you had tried to bury long ago.

Consider the itch, scratched.

Thoroughly.

You were called by Fury as you were getting out of a bath. Your boss wanted to show you something. He wouldn’t say what, only that an Agent by the name of Coulson would be picking you up in the morning. When you told him, his smile and excitement couldn’t be contained at the thought of you working with elite agents.

That was three years ago.

They said "I bet they'll never make it"

But just look at us holding on

We're still together still going strong

Your eyes snap open as the shift in speed jostles you awake. With a frown and a yawn you look out the window to see the familiar layout of the LAX airport. Shooting a message to Tony to let him know you made it, you start to gather your trash and lone duffle from under the seat in front of you.

Kinda wish I would have bought one of those suits or something while I was there. At least have something to show for my half year work-cation. At least I will be able to say I’ve traveled outside the states, even if it was for work.

Tony’s reply is lightning fast, something about a surprise pick up waiting for you. You roll your eyes at the million thoughts running through your mind as you debark slowly. The exit seems like forever as you wait for the people in front of you to creep forward only to stop after eight steps. Everyone is shuffling awkwardly and trying not to hit someone else; stopping for others to slide out or get their bags from the over head storage.

Finally, oh my gosh. That took FOREVER.

You make a face at yourself.

Yikes. Guess Tony really has sugar-daddied us. Yeesh. I guess I owe him a thank you. Nah. He made me fly commercial.

You snort at your inner rambling and almost miss the female yelling at you.

“Y/n!”

Your head snaps to the familiar voice and you can’t help the grin even if you want to, arms open as she meets you halfway and you both squeeze tight. Unconsciously you place a kiss on the top of her head as she laughs against you.

“My brother and I have been waiting for you! Come on! We have such a long trip back, even with our jet. We can catch up over some real food first,” she explains quickly and pulls you out of the terminal and to the arrivals pick up.

“Shuri! Calm down. I’m not going anywhere, you can let go of my arm,” you laugh and rest a hand over hers and she relaxes her grip a little. She gives a smile and nods.

“Sorry. I’m just excited! There’s still more!” She squeals and points to the car that’s pulling up. You raise a brow but smirk as the too-dark tinted window of the limo rolls down to reveal T’Challa in the backseat.

“Hello, King Panther,” you tease and slide in beside Shuri. He rolls his eyes playfully but leans over his sister for a partial hug regardless.

You're still the one I run to

The one that I belong to

You're still the one I want for life

(You're still the one)

Breakfast at Waffle House comes and goes all too soon; with no calls or messages from Tony other than a brief text saying he’d see you in several hours, you get anxious. None of the others had messaged you and you wonder if they’re on missions or maybe are on their way back too. T’Challa and Shuri do a good job of distracting you on the plane to New York.

When the young princess goes to check on her brother, you take advantage of her absence and put her side of the bench seat to good use. You sprawl out with a yawn and smile up at T’Challa as he walks back. He takes in your posture and can’t help when his lips twitch up.

“You look comfortable,” he comments and lifts your legs to take the seat. He lays them over his lap and pats your shins in good spirit. “I’m sorry we did not think to bring a pillow or blankets with us.”

“It’s fine. It’s not like the jet has freezing a/c and I have a hoodie in my bag if I really need it. So far the sweatpants and T-shirt are keeping my temperature balanced. Besides, I could just cuddle the great Black Panther if I get cold,” you jest, eyes gleaming with mischief. He eyes you warily, wondering if you are actually going to pounce on him. You smirk and tilt your head before shaking it at him, answering his unasked question.

“Did my sister tell you there are more surprises for you?”

“After being picked up and private jetted to New York after some good home-feeling breakfast, I honestly don’t know what could be better,” you admit with a thoughtful look. His deep brown eyes meet your gaze and you grin. He lets out a chuckle as you squirm and pull your legs from his lap and pull your bag into your own lap and unzip it as he talks.

“Oh but I think Tony has more planned than he let us in on. You know how he likes to party,” he reminds and you pause in your rifling to glance at him with a grimace.

“That’s one thing I didn’t miss. All his damn parties and charity balls and galas and whatever else he calls them,” you mutter, toss aforementioned hoodie over your shoulder, and zip your dufflebag closed again. You retrieve the article of clothing and sit by T’Challa before leaning against his side. He glances at it but doesn’t say anything when you use it as a pillow.

The silence is comforting to say the least.

You're still the one I love

The only one I dream of

You're still the one I kiss good night

You don’t remember falling asleep but the hushed tones and loud shush-ing brings you out of your peaceful nap. You immediately glance up from where you had, probably, fallen along the seats. Your eyes meet familiar, warm brown ones and the twinkle in them doesn’t go unnoticed. Neither does the soft strokes against your scalp.

Is it improper to fall asleep in a King’s lap? Oops, oh well. Too late now. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission anyway.

“You could have woken me up, T’Challa,” you yawn, stretch, and sit up in your seat.

“You looked like you needed it. Besides, Shuri was just telling me about a new project she’s working on and would like your opinion on it,” he shrugs. His sister shoots him a glare but beams when she turns her gaze turns to you.

“So you need a new weapon right? I was thinking we could make something small like a gun, or whatever you prefer, and kind of do how I did with his suit. Put the technology in a bracelet or watch or something for you so you can be armed and no one is the wiser. I spitballed the idea with Tony and he agreed it would be cool. He’s actually working on an AI for you as we speak.” She rambles as you watch her rock back and forth on her feet in excitement.

You can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. She is like a little sister to you, just how Peter’s like a younger brother. They’re both so beyond their years that you can only pray and hope they stay safe and innocent forever, though you know it won’t happen, you still hope. She grins at the affirmation you give and punches the air.

It was only another ten minutes before you were bouncing on your own feet, standing behind T’Challa as he lands the jet at the compound. Your nerves kick in as the door opens and ramp lowers.

You’re home. After six long months. You are home.

Ain't nothin' better

We beat the odds together

I'm glad we didn't listen

Look at what we would be missin'

People always asked why you never date, when there were so many eligible candidates for you to chose from. Especially with your new job alongside the Avengers.

You would always answer the same. ‘I have someone who has already stolen my heart, why do I need another who might break it?’

He was the one who was always there for you. He had been for the longest time. He was the one you hope would always need and want you.

It was nice to be needed. It made you feel complete. Whenever you felt lonely and hopeless you would just remember he was there, waiting for you to come home to him.

He never let you down and always seemed to know when something was bothering you or if you needed hugs and cuddles. You missed him so much when you were away and you loved him so.

You just hope he never forgets it and never takes your for granted.

They said "I bet they'll never make it"

But just look at us holdin' on

We're still together still goin' strong

You don’t even have time to register who jumps you, but that doesn’t stop you from wrapping your arms around them and stumbling back to steady yourself. Bubbly laughter pulls your gaze to them and you smile brightly down at Wanda. She’s got her arms wound about your neck, hugging you tight.

“Hello to you too,” you chuckle and rub her back while she mutters something incoherent into your neck.

“Y/n! You won’t believe what I did while you were gone! There so much that’s happened! Tony’s got a plan to have a party tonight for your return-” she drops from her hold on you and shakes her head at your ringing phone, pouting.

“Tony? What’s up?” You give an apologetic look to Wanda as said billionaire strolls out the front doors of the compound and ends the call without answering you. You refrain from rolling your eyes and move into his welcoming arms. “How rude. Call me then not even answer and hang up.”

“I didn’t realize you were here already. Do you think you could go pick up Peter? I know Queens is a bit of a drive but,” he holds up a small access card, “your choice of ride if you say yes.”

“Bribery won’t work on Y/n, Tony. You know that,” Shuri chides.

“He doesn’t know I’m back, does he?” You inquire and snatch the card from Tony before he can decide giving you open freedom to his cars is a bad idea. With a shake of his head in response, you start walking to the garage with the others trailing behind.

“I might have told him I’d be by to pick him up for a Spider-Man thing this afternoon. Lunch is on me too. Wherever you want,” Tony bribes and offers you a small, plastic card with his name on it. It’s a deep, bright blue color and doesn’t look to have been used.

“You sure you want to give me that? I can make you regret it you know,” you tease and grab the card from him, slipping it into your pocket for safe keeping. The fear and slight panic that crosses his face causes you, Shuri, and Wanda to break out into laughter and T’Challa to grin.

You're still the one I run to

The one that I belong to

You're still the one I want for life

(You're still the one)

You glance at the facility before giving a small nod, a mental pep gesture or yourself, and turn to face the quad following. They all give you reassuring smiles and await your response patiently. Well, except Tony, who keeps fiddling with his watch.

“Right, well, Friday will be available in the car for directions if you need them. It’s something I’ve added to all my vehicles since you’ve been gone,” he clears his throat and changes the subject.

Smooth, Tony. What are you hiding?

You give him a curious brow raise but he waves you off and ushers you into the garage and over to his line of expensive cars.

“Keys are all here,” Tony opens a lock box on the wall to reveal rows upon rows of various keys, “they’re numbered like the vehicles. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to call Pepper and Happy and let them know that there is a slight change of plans since you’re picking up Parker.” And just like that, Tony leaves you with your friends.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that very few of y’all knew I was coming back today. Wanda, think you can do some snooping and see what our hot-shot billionaire is hiding from us?” You inquire and run your hand over the keys until they stop on the third row down, seventh from you.

“I can come with if you want company,” offers Shuri after a glance at her brother. They share a silent sibling argument and you chuckle at them, wishing you had a sibling to be best friends with.

“It’s alright. You guys go relax. I guess I’m going to surprise Pete at school and bring him back. See if y’all can convince the playboy billionaire to get Mexican or Shawarma for dinner?” You inquire as you snag the key from the hook labeled “23”.

“That can easily be arranged,” Wanda grins and motions for Shuri and T’Challa to follow her back into the lounge area of the facility. You nod and give a small wave as they disappear inside. A smirk splits your face and you make a beeline for the car.

You're still the one I love

The only one I dream of

You're still the one I kiss good night

“Friday, can you play “Backstreet’s Back” please? And crank it up loud?” You request, windows rolling down while you slow to a stop out front of the school.

“Of course, (title) (Y/n),” the disembodied voice -you so dearly missed- sounds almost pleased to be of service. You smile, pat the dash, climb out, and walk to the passenger side where you lean on the front, patiently waiting for the bell to ring. When it does, you scan the crowd of people, searching for the few familiar ones.

“Peter! You’re coming to practice tomorrow right? We could really use you on the decathlon team this year,” MJ calls from behind the young avenger.

He looks up from his phone, a text from Tony mentioning he needs to come over right away and Happy had an appointment so someone else was picking him up, and nods back at her, lips curling up in a bright smile.

“Yeah. Text me the info and I’ll be there!” He agrees. Ned smacks Peter’s arm and gasps, pointing to the parking lot where you are. MJ, having joined Ned and Peter, nudges the latter with a smile of her own.

“Maybe you can skip the first one,” she proposes. When he doesn’t answer, mostly due to shock, she takes his silence for her answer.

“BACKSTREET’S BACK, ALRIGHT!”

“Haha! Okay, Friday, you can turn it down now. I have their attention. Thank you,” you laugh at the faces of your unofficially adopted kids as the music lowers drastically.

Peter nearly drops his phone, recognition flickering in his eyes, as he breaks from his friends in a sprint, reaching you in seconds. Much like Wanda, he throws himself at you. This time you’re ready for the impact of a human and wrap him up tight.

“What?! How?! When did you get back?! You’ve been gone for months!” He shrieks; he pulls away and sends a quick glance to his friends who are standing nearby. They have matching grins on their faces, almost as if they knew you would be picking him up.

“I know. Tony flew me in. I think I spent at least a full day flying,” you explain. Letting him go, you move around the car to the driver’s side. “Come on. I think Wanda got Tony to buy dinner. He owes me anyway for making me fly economy after being on that fake mission for half a year.”

“Yeah that’s a valid point. I see Mr. Stark also let you borrow one of his cars,” he quips, eyes scanning the blue Audi R8 spyder. He says goodbye to his friends and ducks into the passenger seat, you in the drivers.

The ride back contains playful banter and generalities; simple conversations about school, missions, and flights are tossed back and forth. You lean back in the seat, content and more than happy to be back. Beside you, Peter glances at his phone at the silent message from MJ.

Enjoy the weekend, don’t worry about the decathlon meeting this weekend. We have plenty of sessions later in the semester you can come too.

No one is found when you get back. Everyone seems to have abandoned the facility. Peter frowns at the lack of people and the uneasy feeling he’s getting. He fidgets and tilts his head.

“My spidey-sense isn’t alerting me to anything. So I don’t think anyone is in trouble, that’s good,” he utters and his eyes sweep through the common area. They stop on a small mess on the coffee table to their right. He walks over to investigate and huffs at the realization.

It’s a note, addressed to you, stating that the girls (Pepper, Wanda, Nat, and Shuri) have gone to the mall to pick up pretzels for you; the guys (T’Challa and himself since everyone else happened to be on missions) went to get actual food. It was a surprise but it was one of your favorite places to eat. Tony had signed it and added two hearts interwoven after his signature.

Sappy dork.

“Mr. Stark just sent word that traffic is bad and that it might be awhile before they get back. Would you like to watch a movie while you wait?”

The disembodied voice of Friday makes you and Peter jump at the sudden break in silence. You glance at each other and nod, taking deep breaths to calm down. He recovers only just before you and picks up the note that he dropped when startled.

“Tell him bullshit; I was just driving through it. But thanks, Friday. I think I’ll go get a shower instead. Pete, you have a room here right?” When he nods you motion at him. “Go change and get comfortable then. I have a feeling that we’re going to have a long wait ahead of us. We can catch up and start a Lord of the Rings or The Hobbit marathon.”

The way his eyes immediately brighten at the mention of a dorky movie marathon pulls a laugh from you. He looks so much like a kid in a candy store that you can’t help but instigate his childish side. Mischief makes itself known in your own eyes as you turn toward your old room, vacant for half a year.

The joy from thoughts of watching some of your favorite movies with your half-sibling-half-adopted-son gets doused the moment you step out of the shower. You button your jeans and grab your shirt from the bed and slip it over your head, hair still slightly damp.

“Mx. (Y/n)?”

“What’s up, Friday?”

“Pepper regrets to ask, but wants to know if you can check in on a couple of new Avengers in safe houses? She says that you might know one of them? Doctor Stephen Strange?”

“Yeah, he’s an old, uhh, an old study buddy from college,” you shrug. A sigh passes your lips as you purse them, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I don’t even wanna know what kind of trouble he is in to be in a safe house. Who else?”

“A cat named Goose; according to Tony it’s Nick Fury’s cat and someone needs to make sure there’s still food and water out. The other is a former CIA agent; she helped Steve rescue Bucky, Sharon Carter. I can have everything sent to your phone if you’d like?”

“Yeah that’s fine.”

You nod to the intelligence before pausing, head tilted slightly to the left.

I wonder…

You glance up at your tv and then to the ceiling.

“Hey, Friday, I know you’re an Artificial Intelligence, but did Tony make it so you can see what we’re doing? Or I guess, respond to certain sounds or video waves? Does that make sense? Like, do you have a sense or some kind of knowledge of the actions or activities that any one person happens to be doing when you talk to them?” You ramble as you try to find the right words to make coherent sentences. There’s a bit of a pause on the AI’s end while you wait for an answer with baited breath.

“Yes and no. While I am not human and cannot deduce anything myself, Mr. Stark programmed a way for me to tell if someone is busy, for instance in the shower or bath; if two people are fondue-ing, as Mr. Stark says Steve calls it; or if someone is asleep.”

You scrunch your nose at the mention of fondue, not keen on knowing that you had been watched; even if it was by an artificial creation. You huff, grab your phone, and make your way to the living room where Peter is waiting.

“Sup, Kid? I guess I gotta go check in on some people in safe houses, want to come with?” You offer and watch as he shifts almost anxiously on the couch. You note he changed into some sweatpants and a hoodie.

“Umm, no. I’ll stay here and get everything set up for when you come back. It shouldn’t take too long, right?” He politely declines but sends a small, reassuring smile your way. You give him one in return and pick up the keys as you head out.

“Text me if you need anything or if something happens,” you call over your shoulder and pause at the door. Something didn’t seem to be adding up but you didn’t want to press Tony. You just assume that he is planning a big party like he had for your birthday. Peter’s voice is muffled by the distance but you hear the sarcastic, playful ‘yes, Mom’ of his response.

You're still the one I run to

The one that I belong to

You're still the one I want for life

(You're still the one)

You stopped by Sharon’s safehouse first. She’s in one just a few blocks away and answered only when Friday gave her word. You end up staying for an hour and some change when she ensnares you with talk of Steve; what could you say, you are a sucker for gossip. Especially if the stories are of old friends.

From there you go to Fury’s safehouse and are greeted with a happily purring cat. Your lips twitch up when you bend down and pet the adorable tom cat. He curls around your legs and you click your tongue. He follows, jumps onto the counter, and meows at you while you work on opening the new bag of food for him. You decide to spend an hour with the cat, if only to make sure he ate and give you time to clean out his litter box. Anywhere you move, Goose follows. You begin to question if he knows that you are there to help him. You don’t mind the company and you have a text saved as a draft, asking if you can keep Goose or at least cat-sit for Fury. You might have froze the last second before pressing the send button, deciding it was better to ask in person; though it didn’t stop you from thinking of cat-napping the poor, isolated baby.

Leaving Goose the cat at the safe house is harder than you expected. You have to promise him that you will be back with treats in a few days before he stops blocking your path and trying to trip you up. You smile, say goodbye to him, and leave with full intent on keeping your promise to him.

After dislodging yourself from the house full of happy memories, you have Friday send Tony a message saying you’re finishing up the check-in with the doctor. No more than a minute goes by before your phone goes off, signaling a call. You answer with a smirk.

“‘Bout damn time, you asshat. Sharon’s good albeit a little lonely. You should help a girl out,” you chastise. You can hear his smirk when he replies, something about you needing to help the doctor and get back to the compound since they were there with food. You can hear people in the background and sounds from the tv.

“Just hurry up and get here before your food gets cold,” he sasses and you chuckle at him before agreeing and hanging up. The drive to Stephen Strange’s house takes the longest. Granted it’s only ten miles more, but it’s the farthest from the new facility. Between your driving and the car you borrowed from Tony, you make it to the last location in record time.

Strange is standing on the porch when you exit the car. He’s grinning ear to ear as you approach and you halt any forward movement. His eyes glint with secrets and you slowly approach him warily. He grins and opens his arms for a hug before pulling you into the house. You scan your new surroundings with wide eyes and gasp audibly when you see his red cape sitting on a chair. The fabric raises a corner and waves as you pass. You nod and give a small wave back, completely at a loss for words at how much your old college friend has changed.

“So why exactly do I need to check up on you? You’re a whole grown-ass man,” you tease and lean on the door frame between the kitchen and living room. He smiles, holds out a cup of tea, and motions for you to sit. Glancing around, you take a seat on one of the recliners and pat the open seat next to you when Stephen shoos his cape out of it’s spot. It gratefully accepts the position beside you.

“It’s not that I need you to check up on me, but more that I need to keep you distracted,” he gives you a Cheshire Cat grin. Your eyes bulge out and you jump to your feet, tea abandoned on the side table.

“I swear to fuck-- you and Tony are in cahoots aren’t you!” you accuse with a growl. The cape floats behind you, sides folding and raising like hands resting on hips. Stephen barks out a laugh and you catch a faint orange glow before he disappears.

“Just get back to the new compound and you’ll see what awaits you,” Strange’s disembodied voice rings in your ears. The cape follows you, much like a stray dog you think as you search for the keys in a frenzy.

It had taken you nearly an hour to get the keys. Every time you would spot them, they’d ‘mysteriously’ disappear and reappear elsewhere in the house. You finally got fed up and yelled at the cape to help. It managed to snatch the keys before they moved again and it dropped them in your hands.

The lights were dim and Friday had stopped answering your questions; even Tony, Pepper, and Peter wouldn’t answer their phones. The cape drapes over your shoulders as you wander the seemingly empty halls of the compound.

Faint blue-glow illuminates the walls ahead and you follow it until the familiar sounds of Hercules fills your ears. You peak around the corner and freeze. Your eyes widen at the sight; blanket pallets scattered about the living room floor, furniture pushed aside; a blanket fort partial caved in on one side.

Natasha and Bruce are curled up on the couch, both asleep and snoring softly. Clint is curled up half in and half out of the collapsing fort. Steve, Bucky, and Sam are slumped against each other, looking as content as they’ve ever been together. Tony is stretched out on one side of one of the L-shaped couches, Pepper curled with him, their hands intertwined; Wanda and Vision are in a similar position on the other side of the same couch as Iron-Man and his wife. Stephen is leaning against the couch by Tony and Pepper, head rolled to the side as he slept. T’Challa is in a recliner, soft snores coming from him.

Movement draws your eyes to the bean bag pillow where Peter is unconscious and holding onto said moving thing. Shuri is leaning against his shoulder, breathing even as she slept. The blankets fall away from the youngest Avengers and a four year old pops up from Peter’s lap. Big brown eyes lock with your own eyes and a grin breaks out across his face. You quickly bring a finger up to your lips and drop to your knees, arms opening wide, inviting the child. The Cloak of Levitation slipped from your shoulders to give you a moment with the boy.

He stumbles over the mass of tangled limbs and blankets and into your arms, eyes brimming with tears. You quietly sooth him; hands rubbing his back, as his little arms tighten around your neck and his tears stain your shirt.

“Shh, my child. It’s alright, Zaza’s here,” you whisper and hold him close. He sniffles and pushes away, hands moving up the sides of your face, resting on your cheeks. You turn your head and press kisses to his little hands and arms. “Zaza is here, you’re fine, Baby.”

“Miss Zaza. No more work?” he questions, voice innocent and quiet. You smile and nod, tearing up a little yourself. You stand with him cradled to your chest, hand firm on his back. His hands move to the collar of your shirt, twisting and playing with the hem of it.

“Yeah, Baby. No more work for awhile.”

“Pwomise?”

You can’t hold back anymore. Hot tears roll down your cheeks as he asks you to stay home with him for cuddles and a Disney movie marathon.

“Promise, my Love. No more missions or work for awhile my sweet Dax,” you concede and kiss his cheek. He giggles at the sensation and you can barely make out the soft pleas of “stop” and “Zaza tickles” from him.

Natasa glances up, eyes heavy with sleep. It takes her a minute to register what’s going on, but when she sees you with your son, she smiles. Feeling as though you were being watched, you turn and meet her gaze. A silent conversation is had between the two of you and you tip your head forward in a thank you. The assassin’s eyes close once again and Dax curls against you.

You're still the one I love

The only one I dream of

You're still the one I kiss good night

I'm so glad we made it

Look how far we've come my baby

“You're still the one I love, the only one I dream of,” you softly sing and sway as you make your way up the stairs, Dax in your arms.

“You're still the one I kiss good night.” You place a kiss on your son’s head when you gently place him in the middle of your bed. He gives you a sleepy smile, eyes heavy as he tries to fight against the sleep threatening to take him.

“I'm so glad we made it, look how far we've come my baby,” you coo and climb into bed with him. He snuggles close to you, hands in little fists against his chest as he faces you.

“I love you, Zaza,” he whispers, eyes finally closed.

“I love you too, Baby. Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up,” you promise and settle down for the night. You stretch out on your back and your son moves so he’s tucked into your side, head resting on your chest. You gently rub his back and continue to hum the tune of Shania Twain’s “You’re still the one” until his breathing evens out. Once you’re one hundred percent sure that he’s asleep, you let it take you as well.

#shb3000wc

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shewolfofficial · 6 years ago

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Could you possibly do headcannons/imagines (whichever u prefer) about levi and reader growing up together and her knowing kenny and all that, and when kenny attacks levi he recognises reader and harms her in some way, and levi goes ballistic?

Warning: Cursing, Violence

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You had been side by side with Levi for all your life, even though he was four years older than you-you didn’t care, you trusted the Ackerman with your life and he was the same when it came to you. After a few years of being side by side with Levi, you had formed an attraction to him.

A romantic Attraction.

You were no stranger to Kenny and Levi’s past, you helped the raven-haired man out whenever you could. Of course you were with Levi when the Survey Corps took you in, at first you hated the regiment but having Farlan and Isabel taken away from you-you didn’t really have a choice anymore. Especially since Levi decided to join Erwin.

And now the Scouts were wanted, Erwin has already been arrested and so have a few scouts that were in the interior when that happened. The plan now was to escort Eren and Historia while Armin and Jean dressed up as them to trick the bastards that are after the actual two, Levi wanted you to go with him so of course you agreed and tagged along.

Kneeling on the rooftop, you had your hood down looking down to the cart which Erena and Historia were in, Levi was at the other side of the roof with his hood up leaning against the chimney. ‘’Y/N you remember Kenny?’’ he asked taking a swift glimpse to you, giving him a confusing nod you motioned for him to continue. ‘’I think he may be apart of all of this..’’ Levi muttered, raising an eyebrow to Levi you shrugged ‘’he’s probably dead by now… Since we’re telling each other juicy secrets and theories I got something to tell you too Levi’’ you chirped as he turned to you. Giving him a teasing smirk you sent a playful wink to him ‘’come find me when we get back from this later on and then I’ll probably tell you’’ you add as he rolled his eyes at your childish antics.

Silence fell between you two, a few seconds passed. Levi heard a little creak come from behind you ‘’Y/N!’’ Levi spun to you immediately watching you swiftly dodge the shot Kenny fired at you. ‘’What the fu-!’’ you were about to lash out until your eyes widened. ‘’Y/n get out of here!’’ Levi screeched, giving him a weary nod you shoot off in a different direction.

// Time Skip - Levi’s P.O.V \

Sitting behind the bar counter, the barman shakes from fear letting out little whimpers here and there as Kenny stands by the entrance of the little restaurant. ‘’Oh come on! You here or not!’’ Kenny yells making me scowl, sitting down against the bottom of the counter ‘’right here Kenny, it’s been a while I’d really thought you’d be dead by now, well with all the MP’s you were butchering…. now you’re great friends huh?’’ I ask turning around slightly to the shivering bartender, seeing a shotgun I silently pick it up.

‘’Yeah well adults do plenty of things kids like you can’t understand.. Oh right, my mistake you’re supposed to be an adult now but you’re still such a runt it’s hard to tell… Then again, I see Y/N has grown quite a bit, surprised to see she’s still stuck to you like she was when she was younger’’ Kenny hisses making me frown at his words.

‘‘Always hoped that I’d get to see you in action someday, I can’t say I’m disappointed either seems you still remember every trick I taught ya’‘ he continues as I quietly load the shotgun, leaning forward slightly I listen to him. ‘‘But didn’t I ever tell you what happens to a cornered rat? Cause if I had you’d know wherever you’ll run you’d find a bullet waiting… Especially for Y/N, the way you told her to get away the second you saw me.. Trying to protect her like aways’‘ he chuckles as I look blankly down to the shotgun thinking back to what happened just minutes ago.

‘‘Hey Levi?’‘ the second those words left Kenny’s mouth a chair slammed against the wall smashing bottles of wine and beer, the drinks slowly pouring along the ground as glass shards fly everywhere. ‘‘You must have become a Scout for a reason and I think I know what that is… We were forced to survive in that little hell hole, giving everything we had just to stay alive.. So when we found out just how big the world really was you could bet it hurt like hell’‘ I hear Kenny pick up another chair as I flicking my orbs upwards towards the few remaining bottles on the shelf.

‘‘But you know what saved us? We found something we enjoyed doing, it’s just that simple! Every man needs himself a hobby, maybe the only source of fulfilling he’ll ever find in this wretched world’‘ Kenny’s rambling didn’t seem like it was going to stop making me internally groan. ‘‘Oh I see.. Is that why you tried to kill Y/N right in front of me then? Because it’s fulfilling?’‘ I ask, venom dripping from my voice as I slightly turn a wine glass showing Kenny’s reflection. ‘‘Yep! To achieve my grand goal I’ll kill as many as getting my way and you’re no different you kill too when it benefits you’‘ Kenny rose the chair ready to throw it again. ‘’Yeah..’’ I mutter quickly sending the barrel of the shotgun over the counter I shot at Kenny sending him back onto the street.

// Your PO.V - 5 minutes later \

I met up with Mikasa and the others, quickly flying through the air we met up with Levi. I trailed a bit behind the group as we all chased the wagon, my heart was thumping loudly and every nerve in my body was going haywire, nervously biting down on my lower lip I noticed a shadow coming from behind me. Turning around I came face to face with a smirking Kenny aiming his gun at me, Jean looked back to me and his eyes widened. ‘’Kenny-!’’ I was cut off instantly when a searing pain shot through my shoulder, screaming in pain everyone in the group spun back watching me fall to the ground, tumbling over and having my wires wrap around my now unconscious form as I lay on the ground.

Levi paled seeing you drop to the ground, growling he bulleted up towards, merely missing cutting open his stomach as Kenny suddenly zipped ahead of the group laughing. ‘’You bastard!’’ Levi roared, darting after Kenny he furiously sliced and killed anyone who got in his way. Another troop flew towards Levi only to have Levi’s blade slide across their neck killing them instantly.

Kenny, his troops and the wagon managed to escape with Erena and Historia. Sasha and Jean immediately ran back to me, crouching down by my unconscious body a small pool of blood encircled my tied up form. Soon enough Armin landed not too far away from the two and ran over. Sasha had managed to pull me to of the small pool of blood and started to put pressure on the bullet wound while Jean began to try to untie my 3DM Gear wires from around my bruised body. ‘’She’ll need to get stitches, we have to hurry back or else she’ll end up losing a lot of blood’’ Sahsa informed the two boys who knelt before her, nodding swiftly Jean finished unwrapping you from your wires and had taken off your gear.

// Time Skip \

Groaning I opened my eyes, seeing a fire flicker inside a little holder and dance in front of me I winced from the pain in my shoulder and collar bone. ‘’Finally awake, how are you Y/N?’’ I recognize the voice as Mikasa’s coming from next to me, lifting my head ever to see the raven-haired female I offer a small smile ‘’I’m fine.. I’m sore but I’ll be fine..’’ I mumble glancing back to the ceiling of the warehouse, noticing Levi sitting on a crate at the other side of me as I lay on the floor on a cloak. Memories flooded back in my mind as I frown in anger, Levi seemed to notice my foul mood change ‘’what’s wrong? Your shoulder hurting?’’ he asked looking down to me.

Shaking my head I scowl and sit up glaring to the fire as if it were Kenny ‘’Fucking Kenny is a bastard for doing this shit, next time I see him I swear I’m going to strangle him and fucking shoot him in the balls… Tsk someones never going to have children’’ I grumble as Jean raises an eyebrow. ‘’That’s a low move Y/N, shooting off his privates..’’ he muttered as I flicked my gaze to him ‘’not the first time I hit a guy down there..’’ I state plain-faced as Jean gulps nodding slightly.

‘‘Your main motive when going against a man is to kick him in the balls.. Are you trying to scar him for life?’‘ Levi commented as I nod my head ‘‘as long as I win I will’‘ I send a playful wink to him as he clicks his tongue. Standing up he takes a sip of his drink before putting it back down on the crate he sat on, raising an eyebrow at Levi he motioned for me to follow. Sighing I get up wincing from the pain that shot through me, choosing to ignore it I follow Levi into a separate part of the warehouse we stayed in.

Strolling in I watched Levi turn to me wearing his usual bored expression ‘’earlier today, you said you wanted to tell me something when we get back, well we’re here so what did you want to say?’’ he asks as I instantly remember our conversation from earlier, a tint of pink ghosts my cheeks as I avert my orbs to the ground. ‘’E-eh I change my mind, it’s not that important.. heh..’’ I force a snicker as Levi squints his eyes at me ‘’you’re lying, I can tell easily when you lie Y/N’’ he says as I gulp.

‘‘Levi you don’t want to know, you probably would wish I didn’t tell you even if I did’‘ I say trying to pry his mind off from finding out what I wanted to say earlier. But boy was this man stubborn. ‘‘Y/N tell me now.’‘ he growled, sighing I scratch the back of my neck. ‘‘Alright..’‘ I mutter ‘‘IHaveLikedYouForALongTimeNowLeviI’mSorry!’‘ I blurt out suddenly seeing him look at me in surprise ‘‘what the fuck did just come out of your mouth? English please’‘ he says rolling his eyes. ‘‘Fine.. fucker..’‘ I whine as he sends me a quick scowl. ‘‘I. Have. Feelings. For. You. Meaning. I. Like. You!’‘ I drone out regretting every word as they leave my mouth. ‘Great.. I better be prepared to have ruined a childhood friendship and made it awkward between me and Levi..’ I mentally note as Levi looks to be lost in thought for a few seconds.

‘‘Well, I like you too dumbo’‘ he replies as I go wide-eyed. ‘‘Really?’‘ I pipe smiling a little.

‘‘Yes, really’‘

#Levi Ackerman #levi #captain levi #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #captain levi x reader #X reader #aot #snk #Attack on titan #shingkei no kyojin #aot imagines #snk imagines #anime #manga #fanfic #Fanfiction

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wumpusandzandii · 6 years ago

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Tagged: Chapter One

TMNT Human!AU storyline for Michelangelo x Zandii

Chapter One

After clocking out of the club, making sure to let the others know she was out before the evening shift, Zandii quickly made her escape before her boss could say otherwise. Even after being there for months - or was it years? she lost count - he was still determined to treat her like bar staff and his lackey. There was only so much she could do and she wasn't prepared to work three jobs while getting paid for one.

Grabbing her rucksack and skateboard, she snuck out the service entrance into the alley and was pleasantly surprised by the sun. Running a hand through her messy pink hair, tucking it beneath her SnapBack cap, she sighed. Stepping on to her board and rolling off with a lazy kick, she headed out. Avoiding the main streets, taking any and all shortcuts and tracks away from those too-important-people who didn't want to move an inch over, she made her way to her favourite spot. An old run-down concrete skatepark beneath an overpass. It wasn't much but it was enough to feel freedom for a few.

Greeted by the usual scruffy teens, Zan leapt up on to a ramp and surveyed her small grey kingdom. "Might wanna watch it today gurl, cops been circlin' today..." Kenny mumbled nonchalantly, filter between his lips as he rolled a cigarette.

"That wouldn't have anything to do with you dealing would it?" she asked, sniggering a little as he threw her a look.

"Never."

Rolling her eyes, she reached into her bag and brought out a spray can, checking it was the right colour before shaking it through. "Well, if you're stayin' keep an eye out...kinda wanted to continue with that mural I started..."

It was that that made him pause and look up at her fully, a thick brow raised beneath his dark hair. "You really need to quit that, it's gonna get you in shit..."

What she had started had been found and painted over multiple times by either cops of local gangs, a mural for the vigilante of the city. She changed her design for it often but now she was sure she had it, after studying those damn symbols for so long...

With a confident smile on her studded lips she kicked off on her board again, gliding around Kenny as he continued to ramble at her. "If you're gonna be a pussy, fine, I'll go by myself," she grinned, his exasperated sigh only making her chuckle. She was determined to spread the tag, almost as her small way to get back at the Foot clan, and it was also an excuse to practice her graffiti lines.

Snatching up her bag that held the rest of the colour sprays, she set off - not without a few tricks along the rails - weaving in and out of the other skaters. It wasn't far, just a little too far for Kenny and his friends to want to follow. His heavy bagged eyes watched her go and he blew his hair out of his eyes with a shake of his head. "Crazy bitch..."

***

Extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look.

His Master's words kept rolling through his head, along with the sentiment that a ninja's true challenge was to hide in plain sight. Blending in. He held to it to a certain point, but he always ended up connecting with people. It was just who he was. He could always blend into a group of people, but inevitably, he always wound up drawing too much attention. It was why his brothers always wound up using him as a distraction, if they needed it.

He couldn't be mad, though. He loved getting to know people, interacting with them. Out of all of them, he was the only "social butterfly," which often left him feeling alone and like something was missing. Especially on that day. Raph was off spending time with Stacey and Sera, as hard as it still was for him to wrap his mind around that fact that his brother was a father. They were good for him, he couldn't deny it, and oh, that little girl was adorable. It was still a bit weird, though.

Leo was either off meditating or something else honorable, no doubt. All he knew is that he wasn't in his face and demanding yet another training session, so he had slipped away while he had the good fortune to. Donnie was in his lab, because that's where Donnie always was when there weren't any training or patrols. Working on something brilliant that they'd all come to depend on, he had no doubt. He felt a pang of guilt as he kicked his normal skateboard into his hand, that he wasn't using the rocket-powered one he had designed specially for him... but he wanted to blend in that day. Just be one of the normal kids for a little while.

Well, maybe not so normal that he didn't get in some parkour on the way to his skatepark of choice for that day. It was a lot more fun when Leo wasn't along, correcting every tiny detail so he could really push it. He had a few local haunts, and he decided to hit one of the smaller, more real skateparks. Run down and almost hidden, some of the sweetest shit he had ever seen went down there. Also some of the sketchiest, but sometimes he took care of that after hours.

He made his way around the rails, taking it easy for the most part, and observing. Chatting with a few people here and there, giving some young kids a few pointers and brightening their day as he cheered them on. It was the little things, and you never knew just what kind of difference it might make to someone. Their smiles were all it took to keep him doing it. On the far side, he rolled up to his favorite part of that particular park. Someone with some killer skills had been keeping up a mural... with their symbol. His tag. Family.

It was always getting defaced one way or another, but it was always fixed eventually, and improved on. He never got lucky enough to figure out who was doing it, in his mind it was some young kid, an admirer. So when he rolled up a ways away and saw a girl at the wall, he assumed it was one of the people defacing it and his heart sank. Working his way closer slowly, still blending in, he snuck looks over until he tripped up on the halfpipe.

It was him. Her. The person. The artist. Whatever.

Pink hair peeking out of her hat, hand on her hip and a can shaking in the other, he could see the fresh paint on the symbol in front of her. She was fixing it. SHE. A girl! Did that mean that his admirer was a girl? Or maybe she just liked the tag. No. She came back too often and put too much care into it for it to be just that. But why? What did she think? What was her name?

A million questions bounced excitedly off the insides of his head until someone shouted at him to get off the ramp, and he realized that he had simply sat where he had fallen to contemplate it... and her. He had to know more.

"Dude! Seriously...it ain't a fuckin' bench..." Shaking his head with the faint chuckling and jeering behind him, Kenny huffed heavily as the blonde eventually looked up. A foot on his board, ready to drop in, he raised his brows expectantly and groaned when he eventually scrambled to his feet. "Idiot..." he sneered as he obnoxiously sped past, close enough to knock him down if he really wanted to.

Oblivious to what was going on, Zandii continued to spray, angling the can to get a thicker lines and colour larger areas. Every new mark created a new piece, making the mural once again expand and evolve over the blank wall. It's vibrant colours of orange, pink and yellow stood out almost like a beacon in the sun. It lifted her spirits, a nice change from the repetitive red light district vibe she had at work.

Placing the can down, wiping the paint leaked that leak from the nozzle on to her scruffy skinny jeans, she huffed as her mop of long hair was starting to escape her cap. Removing it, she decided now was time to fully tame it, looping it up into a messy bun to keep it out of her face. Stepping back as she did so she could admire her work so far, she smiled to herself and tilted her head. "So far good..." she mumbled to herself, picking up the next can - a black for the outlines - shimmying as she began to shake it up again.

Mikey was aware of how close the taunting skater was as he rushed past, years of reflex training saw to that. He simply couldn't be bothered to move away any faster, his attention was elsewhere. Dropping his skateboard to the ground once he was off the ramp, he forced himself to continue blending in, but never losing tabs on her as he weaved her direction.

Slowing down as he neared, he skipped off the board and openly gawked. The bright colors of the mural struck a chord in him, but still paled in comparison to finally seeing the person he had been curious about for so long. Mesmerized, he watched as she took off her hat and messily pulled it back... only to start doing a content little dance as she shook her next can up.

It was too much. He couldn't blend any more. His curiosity and interest got the better of him and he decided he had to talk to her. But what to say? Compliment her? Because hell, she was hot. Ask her about the work? But how could he go about it without seeming to directly interested in the symbol and not her as well?

Taking off his own hat, he ran a hand through his messy mop of blonde hair (he could almost hear Leo in his head telling him to get a haircut) and strolled over with his skateboard over his shoulder. A grin stretched across his face as he got closer, he couldn't help it. He was so excited to finally meet the artist and see her at work.

"Hey there," he said coming up behind her, his voice friendly and as exuberant as he felt. "Damn, that is sick as hell, girl!"

Before she could press down on the nozzle to spray again, she paused and listen to the voice behind her. For a split second she thought it was some undercover cop, someone who had slipped passed Kenny and others without them realising, as his voice wasn't familiar. Glancing over her shoulder, she was surprised to meet a pair of blue eyes gazing at her. And they were blue, insanely so, in fact she thought they had to be contacts or something.

Beaming a wide grin happily, she stepped back so she could face him and bit her lip, trying to tame her prideful expression a little. "Thanks man, it's been an ongoing thing...been fuckin' painted over enough times, heh..." A little awkward, having never been directly spoken to about it, always having 'awesome' and 'sweet' thrown her way as people skated by. "..I'm determined to get it done today though." Preferably before work, but that was wishful thinking.

Glancing up at him again, she took the time to adjust her messy hair again, forever playing with it as its neon pink curls never seemed to be tamed. Flipping it over one shoulder she braided it into a loose but tidy fishtail, avoiding the strings of her strap crop top. Tilting her head with a giggle, she followed his gaze to wall, having lost him to the colours and patterns again. "Uh....hello?"

He was overwhelmed in the best way. It wasn't often that he was rendered speechless, as a matter of fact he was certain his brothers would say it was was downright impossible. The excitement of meeting the person who was spreading their tag paled in comparison to her work, and well... her. He had been staring at her until her green eyes flickered up to him, contrasted starkly with the pink hair she was arranging, and had quickly let his attention get drawn back to the wall. It wouldn't do well to look like a creeper, and it was easy enough to get wholly distracted in the intricate designs and colors.

Her giggle drew his attention back to her, and the way she tilted her head and looked at him caused him to blush slightly. Giving her a lopsided grin and a laugh, he dropped his board against the wall out of the way and put his hands on his hips. "Yeah, I've been keeping an eye on it. I noticed people kept fuckin' with it. Damn shame, really," he said, meaning every word of it. He ruffled a hand through his hair again before plopping his hat back on backwards. "If you're set on gettin' it done today, maybe I could give you a hand? I mean, you know, if you want. I dunno if I'm as good as you, but I follow orders."

Clicking his heels together and raising a hand to his forehead in an exaggerated salute, he grinned and gave her a wink.

Licking a lip as she thought, looking back to the mural with squinted eyes of determination, she let out a hum as she pondered. Having help would get it done sooner, but she was curious to see what skills he had. Handing over a spray can, the cap being as neon as her eyes, she rested her other hand on a jutted hip.

"Alright, sure a hand would be good, but...show me what you got first?" Pointing to the scruffy looking patch of wall next to her own mural, she couldn't help but smirk a little with slightly flushed cheeks. She wasn't about to let his charm and gorgeous smile throw her, otherwise she'd be poor at her job. However it was difficult, that smile of his made her stomach fill with butterflies and she couldn't bring herself to stare him out that long.

She had no idea at that moment she was speaking to one of the original tag artists of the city, in fact, the very one she was doing it for. The possibility it could be him hadn't even crossed her mind, in all honesty. Part of her though was expecting him to be some arrogant tool who prided himself on showing off. She was used to it. Men throwing around their "talent" trying to get it for free. Caught in her own thoughts and memories, she absentmindedly rolled her eyes a little, hopefully he didn't notice....

As he took the can and shook it, she stepped over to the wall with him then rested against back against one of the large overpass pillars, folded arms across her arms as she waited to see what he had to offer. "Show me what you got, cutie."

Mikey wasn't stupid, he knew what guys could be like a lot of the time, especially in that kind of environment. Lots of testosterone, lots of showing off, plenty of challenging. To have an obviously talented girl come into the field would only push the insecure douchewads of the group into being an obvious, showy dick. He didn't take it personally when he noted her brief eye roll, it just set it in him to prove to her that they weren't all like that.

Crouching in front of the wall, he brushed the outside of his forearm across it, knocking off the obvious bits of dirt and debris. Contemplating the space, and brushing at it absently with his calloused hand, he wondered at what he should do. Part of him wanted to do something specifically for her, as she had been doing unknowingly for him. But the other part of him wanted to add that tag. Maybe he could do both...

"You mind?" he asked, keeping his kneeling position but stretching back across to her to snag her bag, lifting an eyebrow with a small grin as she looked down at him and shrugged. Pulling out pink, orange and black to go with the green she had tossed him, he set to work quickly. Green tendrils curving up from the ground, he set the layered base before moving onto mixing the pink and orange like he was blending oil paint on a canvas.

Quite appropriately, the design grew quickly, and before too long, he had successfully painted out a stylized lotus, green surrounding pink and orange petals, with the main petal of the center designed into his tag, family . He was wholly into it and couldn't peel his eyes off as he chewed his lip, moving onto the black for contrasting outlines, expertly placed. Everything about it just felt right, the flower growing out of the dirty wall, just like the actual one grew out of the muck. Just like she shined in the dim, concrete background that surrounded her. As well as the peace his family tried to bring to the darkest parts of the city. Sitting back on his haunches, he pulled his cap back off and buried his hand in his hair, looking over it with pride.

Remembering that she was watching, he looked up with hopeful eyes, tossing the black can back up at her.

With each stroke of colour, she followed his hand, every curl leading to another beautiful wave. She couldn't peel her eyes away the whole time he was working and it was enchanting almost to see someone so full of wonderful talent and creativity. The way he just began working and pulled the design out of thin air made her heart flutter a little. It was such an amazing change from the same repetitive shit she saw at work.

As the fiery orange blended against the pink, carefully controlled by the black lines, her eyes lit up as she stood back to get the full image in one hit. It was so vibrant and flowed perfectly along the wall as if it was almost plastered just for that to be painted there. If it wasn't for the double take she would have missed the can, but luckily she grabbed it after nearly failing miserably.

With a wide grin on her face, she nodded and let out a small giggle, not at him, but more with him in excited surprise. "Wow...that's so gorgeous...I'd kill to have that kinda thing in my apartment...." Gazing at him happily, she held out her hand to pull him to his feet then handed the bag full of other paint colours and sprays to him. "Care to lend some of that talent over to me?" Keeping her hands on the bag as well as his own, she raised a brow curiously and bit her lip, her smile still very much present.

Grin stretching from ear to ear as he saw her smile, he held onto her hand as he rose to his feet but didn't put any leverage on her. As she pressed the bag to him, he rested his other on top of hers and gave it a friendly squeeze. There wasn't a chance in the world that he would've turned down her offer, but as she quirked an eyebrow and bit her lip, something inside of him positively melted.

Unlike most, that was Mikey in his element. Where most would get nervous and clam up, his charm and gregarious nature surged forth, and he had never even attempted to stop it. It was just who he was, and he rolled with it. "I would be totally stoked to lend you any of my talents," he offered with a mischievous smile. Before her expression could drop and think he was simply being lewd instead of playful, he continued. "I mean, I play a mean game of checkers, or you got an eating contest to win, I'm your guy. Or you know, defacing of apartment walls."

Hearing him accept so enthusiastically, her smile turned into a cheesy grin, her dimples making it seem just that little wider with her eyes creasing with it a little too. As he began to ramble however, she giggled and shook her head, stepping back to pull him back toward her own mural. "I'm sure I could hire you out for something..." she winked playfully, letting her hand slip from his hand as she turned back to the wall.

Resting her hands on her hips as she looked up, she gestured with her hands what she had thought up while watching him create his own piece of art. Talking with her hands, waving and swaying with the notions of the colours she mentioned, she looked back to him hoping he fully understood what her wild gestures were implying. He seemed to know though. Those bright blue eyes followed her every point, his body almost going with the flow of her movement. It was charming.

"So you got it right? Or...do you have better ideas?" she chirped, raising her pierced brow again, running her hands through her mane of pink waves and curls.

"Better ideas," he scoffed, shouldering the bag and tossing a can at her playfully. "Angelcakes, I don't think it's possible to come up with any better ideas than the ones that come out from under that gorgeous pink hair. You bet I got this."

Giving her a wink, he flipped some hair back over her shoulder, finding himself unable not to touch it. If he was being honest, he was dying to know if it smelled like cotton candy, but he figured dipping his nose in there would be pushing it. She was being playful and he liked that. He really liked that. Rattling his can, he stepped forward and started spraying as she had directed.

It wasn't long before his curiosity got the best of him. He never was the patient sort, no matter what Sensei tried drilling into him. He'd mostly given up the battle, saying that he was pleased that at least if he was going to blurt things, they were honest and rarely harmful. Clearing his throat and glancing at her over his outstretched arm, he just went for it. "So uh, what makes you pick this design, uh... oh gosh, I didn't even introduce myself. This'd be the part where my bro cuffed me across the head," he chuckled, blushing a little at the realization. "I'm Mikey. What kinda gorgeous moniker are you carrying to match yourself?"

Catching the can he had tossed over to her, she admired for a moment how confident and eager he seemed with helping. Genuinely helping. Not trying to worm his way in, in any way that seemed remotely creepy or a quick 'you owe'. Maybe it was because he didn't know her, or what her work was. Too often guys would try and get a freebie.

The slight break of his confidence as he asked for her name made her pierced lips curve into a bright and bashful smile. "Zandii, jus' call me Zan though...or Pinkie is what they call me at work...." It was too adorable, that cheeky grin he adorned was complete with dimples and it made her giddy, and so she but her lip to try and control her smile before she looked a little too smiley for it to be flattering. No use looking like a blushing school girl.

Before she sprayed her first line after the small break, she looked up at the symbol on the wall as she replied, "...and well, I thought I'd try and show my appreciation to the vigilante… or vigilantes, whatever you wanna believe." Shrugging playfully with a small smile, she ran a hand along the orange and red fiery strikes close to the kanji. "Thanks to them I've felt safer when I walk home from work in the morning, and after hearing so much about them from the news and stuff… just felt like it, just hope they see it. It's my thank you, I suppose?"

Being so happily distracted by the bubbly blonde she had just met, she hadn't realised her time was beginning to run short, not only with her break but with how long she could go without being caught. With her lookout at the skatepark gone as well, it was only a matter of minutes. Turning to Mikey after working a little more, she reluctantly asked after flicking her tongue against her lip, "So, have you heard about the vigilantes?"

Allowing himself to bask in her smile, he rolled her name around in his head. Zan. Zandii. It was different. The good kind. Though he wasn't sure about the Pinkie... it just seemed too simple and didn't do her any service. Sure, it described her hair. But she was obviously so much more than that. So much deeper that Pinkie was literally just scratching the surface. He dismissed it and decided he'd use any nickname he could just to make her smile like that again.

Listening as she described the vigilantes... really, what he and his brothers did, and hearing that it made her feel safe and that she appreciated it... he had to focus on spraying for a minute to gather himself. It was generally a thankless job, and contentious at best. They were either touted or ripped apart by the news. Either way, they rarely got to stick around to see the appreciation, if it existed in the first place. It was a lift he didn't even know he needed, and he pinched his lip ring against his teeth to keep himself from just spilling the truth to her right away.

"Who hasn't?" he chuckled, clearing his throat to take the nervous edge out of his tone. He racked his brain to try and think of a response that didn't sound self serving. "That's awesome that they've made you feel safer, near as I can tell they don't get a lot of thanks on the news. Except channel 6 with that O'Neil chick. She's got her head on straight. I bet that if they saw, it they'd really appreciate.... oh shit."

He had finally looked up and caught movement out of the corner of his eye and his reflexes kicked in. Light glinted off the person's chest and it took him mere seconds to determine it was the police and he had little time to react. He knew they were spotted, but at the angle the officer was coming from, only he was visible. It wasn't dark enough for him to make any kind of covert escape, but he had just enough time to get her out of there, and the last thing he wanted was for her to get caught for thanking him. That would be stupid.

Locking the bag of paint onto his shoulder, he reached over, took her can and moved her more out of his angle of view. "Go. You need to go. Now. Cops. They haven't seen you. I got this. Go!"

Startled at first as she hadn't seen the lights and him grabbing and moving her aside, she just stared at him before it clicked together. A heavy groan left her lips and a grimace took hold of her smile. Cursing under her breath, knowing she really didn't need to be caught, especially on her break, even if it was a job she despised. She needed the money and it came it quick.

Keeping as out of view as she could, she grabbed her skateboard and darted around the corner into a small path that lead away from the underpass. Before she leapt into a full sprint she paused, a little torn and her feet weighted with guilt. How could she let this guy take the rap for her? It wasn't fair. Plus, he had her bag...it wasn't important, but still. Biting her lip hard, the sound of the cop car door slamming shut and the officers barking their orders to the blonde pushed her on. She had to get back to work, anyway.

From the skatepark, Kenny and a few of the other skaters had taken cover and watched from out of sight. A few jeered at Mikey and others threw insults toward the so-called 'pigs'. Kenny however, had seen Zandii escape back to street, and after the earlier stand off he couldn't have cared less. However, he knew how much she took pride in her mural, and now that her paint had been taken she'd have less time to work before it was covered over again. Especially now the cops had seen it.

"Hope you've got some good friends..." Tightening the handcuffs roughly on to Mikey's wrists with a scowl, one of the police officers shook their head as they looked down at him, albeit a little surprised at how calm and accepting he was. They were used to chasing down his type through alleys or along the waterfront. Pushing him into the back of the car, both cops glanced at each other, still a little lost, especially when he seemed to shrug it off with a smirk.

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