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Forgiveness - a Malevolent fic

Court was a drag (as always), but at least John felt the right to participate more.

He’d chosen a name for himself. Nobody knew it but him; that didn’t matter. He knew who he was.

Part of the Surrogate Series. Written with @sepiabandensis.

AO3

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It was on their last day that they made a plan.

“Look,” Parker said softly, his words hidden by the wild, chanting musical about a Founding-Father politician. “We get outta here, he’s not all we got to deal with.”

“I know,” said Arthur softly.

“Whoever tried to get you two is gonna try again.” Parker looked grim. “You know that. Don’t you?”

Yes, John growled, low and dangerous. And I will tear out their fucking eyes when they do.

“I’m sure you will, buddy,” said Parker, still softly, “but we don’t know who they are, and that puts us at a real disadvantage. Don’t know whose eyes to get at, you feel me? They came at us from a weird angle last time.”

“Yes,” said Arthur. “Using the seal of Hastur’s dead son.”

Sunny made one sad noise.

John snarled.

“Yeah,” said Parker. “So. Way I see it, our job ain’t done. We got some work to do.”

Arthur looked troubled. “I know Hastur’s people are working on it.”

“Yeah,” said Parker. “They missed a pretty big hole, didn’t they?”

“Anyone would have. Who could have known something like that?”

“Maybe not about the debt owed,” said Parker softly, “but we knew something was wrong. The head cook was off. He was condemning himself and trying to warn us. Everybody heard it. We just ignored it.”

Arthur sighed. “All right. What’s our game plan?”

“First, we gotta get ourselves in as good a shape and as good a position as possible,” said Parker. “That means you two in court, fucking behaving.”

John growled.

Parker ignored that. “And it means me and Sunny need to make more friends. A lot of friends. The kind of friends who’ll tell us if they think something’s wrong. The kind of friends who’d never say boo to someone like Hastur, because he’s scary, but we’re not. The kind of friends who’d hide us in a fuckin’ pinch.”

Arthur nodded. “Covering both ends. I get it. We can watch the mucky-mucks, meanwhile, for behavioral clues.”

“Yeah.” Parker gripped his arm. “We can do this.”

“We can.” Arthur nodded, grim. “And we will.”

I am not throwing away my shot! declared the Keeper’s speakers, and leaning against Faroe, Tabby cheered.

They were really doing this. Arthur was really doing this—and he knew, against all instinct, what that had to mean for his next step.

You’re thoughtful, said John. Also, you’re veering left.

Arthur corrected and mentally added a few steps to his count to Court. “I know something I have to do, but I don’t want to do it.”

And he felt John flex in him, just a little, swelling, straining just for a second, pushing the air out of Arthur’s lungs. What? What now? More confrontation?

“Actually, you’re not far off,” said Arthur. “I’ve been putting it off because I don’t want to do it. I hate it. I hate it with all my heart, but I have to. If I don’t, John… then I’m a hypocrite. And there are many things in this world I’ll do—many pits I’ll fall into, many mistakes I’ll make—but I will not do that. ”

John was spooked now. What is it, for fuck’s sake?

“I have to talk to Larson.”

John made a gagging noise.

Arthur laughed lightly. “You’re completely correct, yes. But… I have to. If I don’t, John, all the work you and I are doing with the Keeper is going to stall. I have to do this.”

Do what?

“Just… please have my back. I can’t… if I try to say it out loud now, I’ll lose whatever courage I have for this.”

The fuck are you going to do, kiss him?

Arthur snorted. “No.”

Better not. John sounded relieved. I’d fucking kill him if you did.

The jealousy was a can unopened and buried in the back yard. “We can’t kill him,” Arthur pointed out.

I’ll make him wish I had killed him.

“Let’s just get this part over with,” said Arthur, and headed into the courtroom.

Court was a drag (as always), but at least John felt the right to participate more.

He’d chosen a name for himself. Nobody knew it but him; that didn’t matter. He knew who he was.

Especially after the mess of the last month. The… vulnerability of the last month.

No. He would not mull over it now. It did not matter. He was here now, and in charge, or close enough, because Hastur could not be. He’d shown his soft underside, and now that John had seen it, he could not unsee.

He would never be like that. So… weak. Never. Never!

John paid keen attention to every case before them, to every conversation nearby; he watched so hard that he kept forgetting to tell Arthur what he was seeing. At least, until Arthur said, “Tell me like a story, John. Spin me the tale of this crazy courtroom filled with gods.”

Oh, John could do that. Before us seethes the vagrancy of the powerful, like poison smeared in place of paint. Those who have eyes pretend not to stare at each other, but they do, watching with the caution of old wounds and deadly plans. Arthur, it’s a glittering horse, beautiful and nightmarish; they are monsters, breaking minds at their very approach, and happy to do it. They are cruel, and greedy, and flaunt both their power and cosmically insane appearances.

“Thank you for being my eyes, John,” said Arthur, and took his hand.

Which was one hell of a reward. None of them seem to need Hastur’s specific attention today.

“Then we’ve got a chance to observe them as candidly as possible. See everything. I need you, John.”

Nothing he said could have spurred John on better. He memorized, calculated, analyzed. He fell silent for a while, focusing, trying.

Which was good, because Arthur needed that time to think.

Arthur didn’t want to do this. “Which way?”

Arthur, are you sure?

“Yes, John. Which way?”

Left. Librarian is left.

He really didn’t want to do this. “Let me know when we’re in sight. Please.”

Sure. Arthur…

He really, really didn’t want to do this. “ No , John. This is happening.” Because it was. Because it had to.

Because Arthur would not be a hypocrite.

The smell of books and the sound of rustling pages told him where they were before John did, those two senses casting nets further afield than sight. They’re around the next corner, about six steps forward, then left. Arthur…

“I’m sure, damn it.”

I just… I’m trying to say I’m with you.

Arthur took his hand, lifted it, just touched his lips to the back of John’s hand. “Thank you. With you at my back, I could conquer the world.”

John was roiling happy gold when they walked around the bend.

Larson and the Librarian sat among piles of books, staring at manuscripts and scribbled translations. Larson scowled; the Librarian’s pages ruffled.

“I know,” snapped Larson, who somehow put sharp edges into his drawl. “I just don’t know how the fuck to put this in a way a kid would get.”

The Librarian flipped some pages.

Larson sighed. “‘May he be unable to chain bears, may he lose with every bear, may he be unable to kill a bear on Wednesday, in any hour, now, now, quickly, quickly, make it happen.’ Look. That’s literal. Literal’s fine, but the job is to translate by thought, not word, so it’s relatable. What do we relate cursed bear training to in Carcosa, huh? What?”

And it was time. “Hi,” said Arthur.

The Librarian flipped pages.

It’s showing music notes all across both sides of its head, said John. I think it’s happy to see us.

Arthur smiled. “Nice to see you, too. Hello.” But then his smile faded. “Larson. We need to talk.”

They’re staring at you.

“I’ll bet they are,” Arthur murmured. “Larson, I mean it. It’s nothing bad. You can get back to work right afterward.”

He looks so confused, Arthur. Suspicious; his brow is knit, and his frown is tight.

“Do you,” Larson said, having picked up that Hasturian habit of asking a confirmation that wasn’t actually asking, but denying.

“I do,” said Arthur. “Please come.”

Pages flipped.

The Librarian has presented us with an image of… high tea?

Arthur guessed at the meaning and smiled weakly. “Yes,” he said. “I promise it’s civil.”

The Librarian gestured. I think it means, go on. Uh. Thumbs up, so yes.

Larson stood. “How serious is this talk, Arthur Lester?”

“It’ll only take a moment.”

There’s a balcony to our right.

“That’ll work. Follow me.” Arthur led the way.

The breeze was warm; it was beginning to get sticky out, as Arthur thought of it, not uncomfortably hot, but the kind of weather that let itself to gentle sweats and memorable sex, and wasn’t that a weird thought for him to have?

It was. Arthur didn’t think about sex at all, most days. But something about this particular level of heat and humidity brought the Woods back to mind, and—

Right. None of that . He shook it off, leaned on the balcony, and waited.

Larson came up behind him. Paused. Then leaned beside him, hesitant. Wary. On guard.

“I have something to say to you,” said Arthur carefully. “It’s more for me than for you. But if you follow it, sort of like a… will-o'-the-wisp or something, it might really help you in the long run.”

“Not exactly making this sound desirable,” drawled Larson.

There was no graceful way to do this. No smooth segue, no easy entrance. Arthur stood straight and faced him. “I want you to know I forgive you.”

Larson laughed.

Arthur knew he would. He was prepared for it, braced, the same way Dis taught him to tense his abdominal muscles in case of a punch there. It still fucking aggravated.

“You what?” said Larson.

“I forgive you,” said Arthur. “It doesn’t mean what you did was in any way excusable, or in any way makes you anything but complete and utter scum. You don’t get a free pass. I’m saying I won’t hold you responsible anymore.”

Larson thought that was even funnier.

Arthur’s breath was short, through his nose, carefully controlled. He kept his hands open, choosing not to clench.

John was surprised.

John was flabbergasted.

John had Arthur’s back. You should be grateful for his consideration .

“Grateful!” Larson just kept laughing like the asshole he was. “For pittance, dribbled out by the likes of you? Ha! Ha! ”

Arthur took a slow breath. “It’s important, and here’s why. If you don’t let go of the past, you can’t steer to a new future.”

Oh, said John softly.

“Ha!” said Larson.

“So,” said Arthur. “So here’s the thing. You can forgive yourself—which is the first step on this journey, and I know it’s hard—or you can refuse to do that, and march bold-faced toward your destruction. It’s up to you, Wallace. Nobody can make that choice but you. Only you. It’s all fucking on you. ”

John held his metaphorical breath.

“You’re full of shit, Lester,” said Larson.

“Just think about it,” said Arthur. “And know that I’m offering this because I’m choosing that way , because people who care about you… get hurt when you just punish yourself.” His voice cracked. “It isn’t worth it, when you punish yourself. And it doesn’t fix it, anyway.”

“You think I’m punishing myself, do you?” Larson said, low. “That’s what you think I’m doing?”

“I think you think you’ll be absolved if you become a god,” said Arthur.

Larson went so still. So very still, as if he’d utterly given up breathing.

And Arthur was done. He left. Walked out. Turned away and the conversation, leaving Larson to his ha and his haughtiness, because he’d done what he came to do, and didn’t expect anything more.

Larson stared.

Larson stayed for a long moment, leaning on the balcony, teeth bared, breathing fast. He barely had it together when he returned to work, but translations would wait for no man. “Aw, nothing,” he said when the Librarian showed him a big question-mark on a page. “Just that idiot being self-righteous, is all.”

Arthur walked. He walked, letting John guide him away from walls and through doors, until they were finally in the garden, in open air, sweating slightly in the sun, and at last, he breathed evenly.

That was…

“Yes?” said Arthur, genuinely curious as to what John would say.

I don't know how to feel about that. It wasn’t what I expected.

“Well, like I said… I didn’t do it for him .”

Does this… John stopped, gulped. Do… does… will you… does this mean you’re choosing to live?

Arthur’s eyes filled, then spilled, and he wasn’t sure which of them was crying. “Yes. I don’t… I don’t feel it yet. But I know I will. I’m choosing a direction, and a… a thought pattern. I’ll feel it in time. I’m choosing. I’m… I’m steering my ship, John. Because I love you, and I hate… I hate that it’s hurt you, all this time.”

John’s arm rose and wrapped around Arthur’s chest, clutching, fisting Arthur’s shirt tightly, and said nothing.

For right now, it was enough to be , to walk together in the gardens, to step out of the thick and glutinous wake of this one-sided forgiveness, and breathe the air of a possible future.

And John would guard that future. Arthur had chosen to live , and that mattered more than anything else in the world.

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Notes:

The curse Larson mentions is real? Because history is amazing? Link one Link two

#malevolent #malevolent au #malevolent fic #surrogate series #surrogate fic #surrogate malevolent #arthur lester #john doe #john doe malevolent #wallace larson

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creativesnek · 1 year

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Going Against the Current: Finale

Unbeknownst to the now engaged royals, they had a witness. An imp with purple tentacles for hair watched from afar, chortling to themselves. They grinned, pearly white fangs glistening in the light. The imp reached into their suit jacket and produced a piece of chalk. With precision, they wrote a circle with symbols around it on the nearby wall and then leaped into it.

As the creature disappeared into the circle, a portal opened up elsewhere and they re-appeared to a dark, underground lair. The walls were lined with shelves filled with ancient tomes and strange artifacts; the scene was illuminated by floating blue fire. The imp made their way to a large stone table in the center of the room where none other than King Boo sat. The glistening purple crown sat on his head. King Boo’s vibrant mauve eyes turned to the imp, a devilish grin stretching across his fangs. "Ah, Marquis Masque! Welcome back, friend," he said. "What is your report?"

The marquis bowed. "My lord, I bring interesting news from the Darklands: King Bowser has proposed to his consort!” he said.

"Interesting news indeed," King Boo said, tapping his nubby appendage on the armrest of his chair. "How… heartwarming. After so many misses, the mighty Demon King has found love, and to that deplorable, cowardly plumber in green no less.”

Venom laced his voice. The magical crown on his head glowed brighter; several books were thrown out of their shelves. King Boo snarled, “Six wretched years! I’ve been confined in this infernal mansion for that long!” he shouted. “Meanwhile those two are enjoying their freedom and basking in their love for each other!”

“King Boo, if I may, what better way to get revenge on the green plumber than to crash his wedding~”

King Boo laughed, “This is why you and I are friends, Masque. You always come up with the most devilish of plans.”

Masque chuckled, their tentacled-hair bouncing as they moved. The marquis jumped onto the stone table and adjusted their tie. “I have already called an ally to aid you in this endeavor.”

“Masque, you spoil me,” said Boo. “Who is this ally you speak of?”

Suddenly the doors opened. A hulking figure walked into the room, the rustling of a cape followed behind. King Boo rose from his chair and floated forward, “Well, this is a surprise.”

“Hello, Boo.”

King K. Rool stomped into his office; the light from the floating flames reflected off his gold armor and crown. His bulging eye stared off into the distance while the other focused on the ghostly ruler; needle-like teeth peeked out of his snout. Rool snorted, “Heard you’ve got revenge plans and needed a way outta here,” he said.

“Marquis Masque has just informed me that the Mario brother, Luigi, is getting married. I plan to crash his wedding!”

Rool scratched his chin, “Hmm… Crashing weddings ain’t really my style, but I have been out of the game for a while,” he mused. “I do miss causing chaos.”

After their final defeats, both villainous rulers were imprisoned in their own way. This “era of peace” or whatever has truly put a damper in their schemes. Rool approached the stone table and sat down. Boo crossed his arms. “You know, Luigi isn’t the only one that’s going to be present,” he said. “Donkey Kong might be there~”

Rool raised an eyebrow at Boo's statement. "Donkey Kong? That big ape?" he asked with a growl. "What could he possibly have to do with this?"

Boo smirked. "DK is close friends with the plumber boys. His presence at the wedding is guaranteed,” he said.

Masque’s tentacles twitched with excitement. “Oh~” they purred. “Two for one! Nobody could have ever foreseen such a dastardly duo would crash a royal wedding; you both get revenge against your greatest enemies!”

Rool leaned back in his chair, considering the possibilities. He had always been a fan of elaborate schemes and grandiose plans, but lately he had been feeling restless and bored. Maybe crashing a wedding was just what he needed to shake things up.

"Alright," he said finally, standing up from his seat. "I'm in. Let's crash this wedding and cause some chaos."

Boo grinned wickedly, his eyes glowing with anticipation. "Excellent," he said. "Let’s give good ol’ Luigi the best wedding gift ever~”

The morning after their double proposal, the soon-to-be husbands initiated the wedding preparations. Bowser had pretty much handled the planning for the most part, all the information kept safely in a large leatherbound book in his office. However, now, the two could sit down and discuss those plans, tweaking them here and there. The two held hands as they reviewed vendors and locations, the rings of silver and obsidian glistening in the kingdom’s volcanic glow. Luigi flipped a page, “Oh! Are we having the wedding here?” he asked.

Bowser’s tail wagged, “W-well, I was thinking we could just have it here as opposed to the Moon or something,” he snorted. “But! We can always have it somewhere else if you’d like.”

“No, no, tesoro. I- I do want to have it here, at home! I’d feel safe knowing our home would keep our special day safe; plus, I-I a-am going to be ruling this kingdom too…”

I’m going to be ruling this kingdom too… Those words sent him into overdrive, purring louder than an engine. Luigi laughed and smiled, squeezing his hand. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have found someone like Luigi. Not only was he kind, loving, and supportive, but he also understood the weight of his responsibilities as a future ruler. It wasn't easy to balance personal desires with the needs of the kingdom, but Luigi made it all seem effortless.

As they continued to plan their special day together, Bowser felt a sense of comfort knowing that they would be celebrating in the safety of their own home. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to him.

Luigi's laughter and smile were infectious, and he couldn't help but feel grateful for every moment they spent together. He knew that ruling a kingdom would come with its challenges, but with Luigi by his side, he felt confident that they could overcome anything. And having someone to go to when he wasn’t being a king would do wonders; to wake up feeling those tiny arms around him every morning would be the best feeling in the world.

Together, they would build a future filled with love, happiness, and prosperity for their kingdom and each other. And on their special day, surrounded by the warmth of their home and the love of their friends.

“Your Highnesses, the Toadstool King and Queen have arrived.”

Bowser and Luigi looked to the side. Kamek had appeared beside them, accidentally interrupting their moment. The advisor leaned on his wand, “They are waiting for you in the foyer,” he said. The engaged couple stood up and followed Kamek out of the office. As they made their way to the foyer, Bowser and Luigi couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. They took a deep breath and entered the room, where they were greeted by the Toadstool King and Queen.

“Fratellino!”

Mario ran to him and trapped him in a powerful hug, even lifting Luigi off his feet. The younger twin smiled and patted his arms. Peach approached the group, cradling her swollen belly, “We received the news this morning! We just had to come here and congratulate you!” she exclaimed. Mario let go of Luigi, allowing him to walk over and hug Peach.

The expecting queen giggled, “You have no idea how happy I am.”

She broke away from their hug and wiped her face, then she turned her attention to Bowser. “Well? Where’s my hug?!” The Koopa King jumped slightly and obliged, gently wrapping a hand around her and pulling her into a side hug. Peach smirked, “I’m pregnant. Not made of glass,”

“I’m just being cautious, Peach!”

Despite their past, the two treated each other like best friends. And ever since Peach revealed her pregnancy, Bowser has been protective and cautious around her; he would be very wary of his strength and during their outings, he’d sometimes growl at those who got too close. Mario didn’t help in any way, too busy enforcing his own protective tendencies; Peach essentially had two very powerful bodyguards around her. Well, three. Luigi couldn’t lie that he would sometimes shock people if they got too close. Queen Peach didn’t seem to mind this at all. Mario clapped his hands together, “So! When’s the big day? What’re the plans?” he asked.

Luigi grabbed Bowser’s free hand, “We were just discussing that,” he replied. “Bowser actually had the majority of it planned out!”

Bowser rubbed the back of his neck, “I-I’ve been planning this for a while now, okay? Everything should be set up within a month or so,” he said sheepishly.

“Did you ask the kingdoms to cater for the wedding?” said Peach. “I’m sure they would be happy to, now that their supplies are being used for a genuine wedding.”

She jabbed an elbow against Bowser’s stomach; the massive koopa turned scarlet with embarrassment over the reminder of his final stunt. Even though it was all water under the bridge, they liked to tease him about his past villainous career. Bowser let go of Peach, “I’d actually like that. Make it symbolic that I really am leaving all of that shit behind me by asking if I could have those items.”

Mario adjusted his hat, “Just say the word. We can get in contact with the other rulers in no time!”

“Oh, we have to call Daisy! We absolutely cannot exclude her from this!” added Peach.

Bowser chuckled. “Already taken care of.”

The two stopped a moment to look at him, then each other before smirking at Bowser. The king hid his red face in his hands; Luigi chuckled and hugged his side, “Why don’t we discuss this in the dining room? We still have to send the invites and get the venue ready!”

Willing to spare any more teasing, the Toadstool Queen and King relented. The group of royals headed towards the dining room, excitedly chattering about the upcoming event.

The wedding planning took slightly longer than intended; nevertheless, everything was ready! Guests from all over the world made their way to the Darklands’ capital, excited to attend the union. As Queen Peach predicted, the other kingdoms were more than happy to help in the preparations; an outdoor venue was booked and the coronation would take place after their honeymoon in the Sea Kingdom. Rosalina was, in fact, in the galaxy and was going to make it to the event.

Clothes were tailored, catering was meticulously planned, and the entertainment was carefully selected to ensure that everyone had a great time. The Darklands' army was on high alert, making sure that the wedding went off without a hitch. Everything was perfectly in place. With everything being handled by others, the grooms were allowed to get ready.

Luigi stood in front of a vanity, standing still as Mario focused on tying in his bow tie. Luigi couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. This was a big day for both him and Bowser, and he wanted everything to go smoothly. He took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a white shirt and a bright green bow tie. Mario was wearing the same, except his bow tie was red.

"Hey, you look great!" Mario said as he finished tying his bow tie.

Luigi smiled back at him. "You think so?"

Mario nodded and fixed his hair. They both took one last look in the mirror before turning to each other. "You ready for this?" Mario asked.

Luigi nodded. "Yeah, I think so."

Mario put his hand on Luigi's shoulder. "Don't worry, everything's going to be perfect."

Luigi smiled again, feeling reassured by Mario's words. He knew that they had each other's backs no matter what happened. Luigi felt his anxiety wash away as he thought about the bond he shared with his brother. They had been through so much together, from battling enemies to traveling galaxies. But no matter what obstacles they faced, they always had each other's backs.

Mario's words reminded Luigi that he would always have his back, and that together they could overcome anything. He knew that if he ever needed help or support, Mario would be there for him without hesitation. And he doesn’t have anything to be afraid of! It’s his wedding day, he should be rejoicing!

“Sorridi, fratello. Stai per sposare il re dei tuoi sogni!” said Mario.

Luigi chuckled. He had been waiting for this day for so long, and he wasn't going to let anything ruin it. Suddenly they perked up at the sound of running footsteps. Daisy burst through the door, effortlessly catching her breath before speaking. “You two ready?” she asked.

Mario raised an eyebrow, “Uh… yeah. But, what’s the rush?”

A cheeky smile pulled at her lips. “There’s been a small change in plans,” said Daisy. “Luigi needs to get to the altar like yesterday.”

The green-cladded groom reached towards the vanity and quickly put on his earrings. While Luigi rushed to put on his shoes, Mario tried to get an answer from Daisy about the sudden change since he was going to walk Luigi down the aisle but the Sarasaland Empress refused; such behavior was not uncommon for her, but this was out of the ordinary even for her. In fact, she’s been acting odd ever since the engagement announcement. Mario hoped she didn’t decide now would be a good time to play one of her pranks; he swore to Grambi, if she does anything, he will crucify her. Luigi adjusted his sleeves, “Come on, Mario. Everyone’s waiting!” he said, “We’ll figure it out later!”

Mario quit grilling Daisy for answers. He followed his brother out of his room and out into the wedding hall. Luigi’s footsteps echoed off the walks. He focused on the sound, lest he be distracted by his racing heartbeat. The sudden change doesn’t bother him one bit; at the end of the day, he will get to call Bowser his husband. The thought caused his steps to quicken. The feeling of pure happiness and excitement was overwhelming, and he couldn't contain it. His heart raced faster and faster, as if trying to keep up with the pace of his thoughts. He felt alive, invigorated, and unstoppable. This was the moment he had been waiting for, and he knew that nothing could bring him down from this high. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the feeling of pure joy that filled every inch of his being.

He reached forward and opened the large entrance doors.

The wedding altar stands tall and proud, its grandeur commanding the attention of all attendees. Its formidable structure is adorned with abundant greenery and fragrant blooms, illuminated by the warm glow of flickering candles. As Luigi approached the altar, his heart pounded with anticipation for what would soon transpire under this majestic canopy. The delicate lace curtains billow in the gentle breeze, framing the focal point where vows will be exchanged and lives forever entwined. His stepson, Ludwig, sat by a grand piano; ready to get everything started.

Guests sat in their seats, watching with excitement in their eyes. Peach stood by the altar, beaming with just a small glimmer of confusion. Luigi could only smile and shrug in response as he continued his way down the aisle, Mario and Daisy walking closely on his heels. The two diverted once they reached the altar; Daisy went to stand by Peach, while Mario stood by DK and the other groomsmen. Kammy stood by the altar, ready to officiate the ceremony. The verdant groom stood in his place, anxiously fiddling with his tie. Everything was in place…

But where was Bowser?

They waited patiently for the other groom. Perhaps he was still getting ready; Luigi knew it took him some extra time to get ready, considering his size and his own personal preferences. Luigi couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he thought about his fiancé's grooming routine. He knew that Bowser would never settle for anything less than perfection, especially on such an important day.

As he waited, Luigi took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves. He had been looking forward to this day for months, and now that it was finally here, he couldn't believe how quickly the time had flown by. He glanced around at the other guests who were also waiting patiently for the ceremony to begin. Some were chatting quietly amongst themselves, while others were lost in their own thoughts. However, such lack of activity was not settling well with Luigi, whose anxiety was going through the roof as minutes ticked by.

One…

Ten….

Forty-five minutes…

An hour passed and still nothing. Luigi glanced over his shoulder to look at Mario; he approached him and whispered something to him, but he could barely register it. The whole cathedral started shaking violently. Guests gasped and yelped. A loud roar tore through the peaceful calm. And just as quickly as it came, the tremor was gone. Luigi and Mario exchanged worried glances. They knew that something was not right. The shaking had been too intense to be a mere earthquake. And what was that roar? But they were stopped by the sound of the piano starting.

Everyone gathered themselves as best they could and stood up. A pair of Paratroopas nearby pulled open the door. Luigi reached into his pocket and retrieved a handkerchief, promptly wiping away his nervous sweat. In came Junior, looking adorable in his little green suit. Rosalina floated nearby, casting a faint celestial glow as she guided the little prince. Luigi couldn’t help but notice the outfit she wore; a white blouse with a navy blue skirt with silver lining. I made that… Wait! That’s why she was nearby! Bowser had already sent her an invite, he thought. That kooky koopa and his scheming.

Junior arrived at the altar, giggling and holding the rings over his head, accidentally tipping them over; Rosalina discreetly pushed the pillow up, covering her mouth to muffled her laugh. Luigi smiled at him and signaled for them to get to their positions. With a dramatic flare, Wendy walked down the aisle and threw petals flowers into the air. The awaiting groom took a shaky breath, tears welling up in his eyes as he saw her in her red dress. It also meant the moment he’s been waiting for was looming closer. Wendy stopped by the altar, “You’re going to absolutely flip, Mama.” she said.

Luigi raised an eyebrow and before he could even ask what she meant, the princess walked away. He looked over at Mario again, who shrugged, not having a clue on what Wendy was referring to. His gaze quickly moved to Daisy; the empress responded to this by smirking. The sound of heavy footsteps caught his attention. He looked up and his jaw just dropped.

Gasps and whispers broke out through the wedding hall.

The photographers went into a frenzy.

And Luigi nearly crumbled to his knees.

The King of the Darklands walked into the wedding hall, his father walking beside him. Bowser walked with grace, showing everyone present he was absolutely owning the white wedding dress he wore. His scarlet locks were styled in waves and neatly held back by a red veil. As he walked down the aisle, the guests couldn't help but stare in awe at the King's stunning appearance. Luigi took in as many details as he could possibly handle. His movements were unhindered by the lengthy skirt, indicating Bowser knew what he was doing. The dress complimented his physique and his scales beautifully; he even wore a pair of crystals hanging from gold around his horns, simulating earrings.

Luigi felt a sense of admiration for Bowser's confidence and bold fashion choices. It was clear that his King had put a lot of thought and effort into his appearance, and it paid off in spades. He even held the bouquet of flowers and writhing baby Piranha plants with absolute ease. The guests whispered amongst themselves, marveling at the sight before them. It must certainly be shocking to see such a prominently masculine man in such a beautiful dress; however, Luigi wasn’t focused on that. He felt… like he knew why he was doing this and the events from a few weeks ago started to make sense; the epiphany caused a tear to spill.

He reached into his pocket for his handkerchief, but was stopped by a scaled hand wiping his face. The soft glove and rough scales indicative of its owner. Luigi looked up, meeting Bowser’s red eyes. He handed the deadly bouquet to Daisy, without looking away. The king gently cupped his face. "My deepest apologies for the delay, everybody," Bowser said in a surprisingly calm voice. "There was a slight problem with my dress today."

A collective sigh of relief broke through the silence. A deep rumbling laugh built in Bowser’s throat; he signaled everybody to sit down. Then, he took Luigi’s hands into his own. Kammy rubbed her hands together, “All right, let’s get this show started, dearies.” she whispered to herself. She waved open a book then cleared her throat. “Dearly beloved! Friends, allies of the Darklands, and others! We gather here today to witness the union of King Bowser Daemon Koopa and Duke Luigi Charlie Mario!”

Kamella started with a deep speech about the power of their marriage and what this brings for the New World. As the mage continued her speech, the guests looked on in awe. Bowser and Luigi stood in front of each other, holding hands and smiling at each other. It was a sight that many had never thought they would see - the King of the Darklands and the hero of the Mushroom Kingdom coming together in marriage. And with those words said, Kamella moved onto the next phase of the ceremony.

“Now, we move onto the vows; my king, you may go first.”

Bowser nodded, his tail swishing from side to side anxiously. He took a deep breath and looked into Luigi's eyes, feeling his heart swell with love. He had never imagined that he would find someone who could accept him for who he was, flaws and all. But Luigi had shown him that love was not about perfection, but about accepting each other's imperfections and growing together.

"My dearest Luigi," Bowser began, his voice trembling slightly. "From the moment I met you, I knew that you were the one for me. You have brought light into my life where there was once darkness. You have shown me what it means to love unconditionally and to be loved in return."

He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of Luigi's smile and the tears glistening in his eyes.

"I promise to always be there for you, through thick and thin. In times of need, I’ll be by your side, to support you in your dreams and aspirations, and to stand by your side no matter what challenges we may face. And in battle, I vow to be your fury; if you feel your bravery has been stretched thin, I will not hesitate, not for a second, to lend you mine.”

Bowser said the rest of his vows with pride and ended them with a strong huff of smoke, fighting his tears back lest he ruin his daughter’s work on his makeup. Luigi squeezed his hands. The verdant groom smiled and began his own set of vows. “Bowser, since the moment we got together, I knew that you were the one for me. Your strength, your determination, and your fierce loyalty to those you love have always inspired me. And now, as I stand here before you, I vow to be your partner in all things.

“I promise to support you in your endeavors, to stand by your side through thick and thin, and to always be there for you when you need me. I will cherish you, respect you, and honor our commitment to each other for all time. Together we will face whatever challenges come our way, and we will emerge stronger and more united than ever before. Bowser, I love you with all my heart, and I am honored to be your husband."

A muffled wail marked Luigi’s end of his vows. The grooms turned to the side. Mario (who was biting down on his knuckle to muffle his cries) was trying to console a hysterical Kamek, who covered his beak with a handkerchief and apologized for his outburst. Kamella turned around and wiped her eyes before returning to her original position, “All right, dearies. Let’s get this over with; I don’t think our hearts can take this,” she said. Multiple, weepy guests agreed as they tried to wipe their tears. The two nodded and put their rings on. With a wave of her hand, the book closed and the podium disappeared.

“By the power vested in me and with everyone present as witnesses, I declare you husbands!” she said, raising hands. “You may now kiss the Italian!”

“FINALLY!”

Luigi leaped into Bowser’s arms and wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled his king into a deep kiss. Bowser held onto him, refusing to ever let go, and spun in a circle. The guests leapt out of their seats, clapping and cheering. Mario couldn’t hold in any longer and started bawling his eyes out; Peach reached out and hugged him, gently patting his head. Kamella left her pot to console an even more happily crying Kamek. Even Daisy stood like a soldier with her arms crossed with a smile and tears on her face; there was not a single dry eye in sight. After a long moment, the two separated (only because they needed to breathe) and hugged each other.

The new married couple walked down the aisle, Luigi sitting comfortably on his husband’s arm. As the grooms exited the wedding hall, so did their families and guests.

The reception was in full swing! The music was loud and upbeat, filling the room with energy. Guests were mingling and laughing, drinks in hand. The dance floor was packed with people showing off their best moves. The aroma of delicious food wafted through the air, tempting everyone to indulge in the feast. The decorations were stunning, creating a festive atmosphere that added to the joyous mood of the occasion. It was clear that everyone was having a great time and enjoying themselves to the fullest.

Bowser and Luigi stood in the middle, swaying with the music, stealing a kiss every now and then. On occasion, a guest would stop by and congratulate them, wishing them nothing but the best in their marriage. The human leaned against his chest, “So this is the reason for the sudden interest in dresses.”

The Koopa King smirked. “I wanted to show you that you don’t have to be afraid. As long as you aren’t hurting anybody, you shouldn’t have to hide your form of expression.”

Luigi smiled up at Bowser, feeling grateful for his understanding and support. He had always been self-conscious about his love for fashion and dressing up, especially in front of others who might judge him. But being with Bowser made him feel safe and accepted. Maybe he has already been lending him some of his bravery since the very beginning.

“Hey, you two!”

The kings turned around to the sound of Peach’s voice. The queen walked over to them, a puffy-eyed Mario held onto her arm; Daisy walked behind them with her hands on her head. The Toadstool queen beamed at them, “Look at you two! You’re practically glowing!” she said.

Bowser wrapped an arm around Luigi’s waist, purring and nuzzling into his curly hair. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for years.”

“Feeling is mutual, tesoro.”

The crowd watched the two loving husbands, not caring about the public display of affection. Daisy leaned forward, “So, Bowsy, guess my lessons paid off~” she said with a smirk.

Peach looked at her. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, you just think the muscle man over here just knows how to walk in a dress? I had to teach him, so he wouldn’t face plant on his own wedding day!”

“Hey!”

Daisy laughed and snorted. Rosalina bumped her hip against her side, “Daisy, play nice.”

“I am. Just reminding him of the princess who saved his tail,” replied Daisy.

“Thank you for helping me, Daisy,” said Bowser with an eye roll. “And thank you for coming all this way, Rosalina.”

The celestial sorceress smiled. “I’d never miss my friends’ happiest day.”

The group continued talking and drinking, enjoying each other’s company. As the night wore on, the conversation became more animated and lively. They shared stories, jokes, and memories, laughing and teasing each other in equal measure. The drinks flowed freely, and they toasted to their friendship and the good times they had shared together. The festive mood seemed to last eternity. That is… until Luigi felt the air grow cold.

He grabbed Bowser’s arm in a deadly grip.

The king looked at him with a worried expression. He kneeled down, pushing the layers of fabric away. “Luigi? Babe, what’s wrong?”

“Don’t you feel that?”

Bowser pulled him close, his eyes turned into slits and a growl built up in his throat as dark clouds formed overhead. Guests in their proximity looked around nervously. Suddenly phantom gates appeared, blocking the exits and the guards. Kremlings jumped out of the bushes, brandishing all sorts of weaponry, laughing and snapping their claws to elicit fear. The Koopa king pulled his husband closer, “EVERYONE GET BACK!”

Cold malevolent laughter cut through the panic and confusion.

King Boo materialized in the center of the area, cackling like no tomorrow. Luigi started to tremble at the sight of his formerly imprisoned enemy. Bowser growled, “What the fuck are you doing here, Boo?”

The ghostly ruler smirked and floated towards a table, chuckling as a set of Toads ran away from him. He grabbed a glass of wine and swirled it around, “Oh~ I’ve just come to congratulate you both. Your love is just like a fairy tail! Two souls going against the current to be together~ How sweet…” then his expression soured. “Too bad I was too busy trapped in a mansion to witness the ceremony.”

Luigi flinched at the sound of his words, but then glared at him. He gently pushed away Bowser, “Like I’d invite you.”

King Boo choked on his wine, then started laughing even more, apparently finding Luigi’s defense humorous. Bowser growled and stepped forward but a gunshot stopped him. One of the phantom gates opened and in walked a familiar yet unwanted guest. King Rool stomped through, holding the musket on his shoulders. “Yo, KB! Why don’t you just sit back and relax? I got this!”

The reptilian king slapped his belly and laughed, then readied his weapon. People screamed and made a run for the exit but the armed kremlings stopped them. Rool looked at the guests, smiling and enjoying the fear in their eyes… Until he saw the bride. Or well, the groom wearing a bride’s dress. His jaw dropped and so did his musket, “B-Bowser?”

The Koopa King’s eyes narrowed. “Krusha?”

Rool dropped his gun. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“THIS IS MY WEDDING, YOU DIPSHIT!”

The gears seemed to be turning in Rool’s head. King Boo raised an eyebrow, “Hehe. It seems you two know each other.”

Rool turned to him and snarled. “BOO, YOU MOTHERFUCKER! YOU DIDN’T TELL ME THIS WAS MY EX’S WEDDING!”

…

One could hear a pin drop.

Everyone turned to look at Bowser, who closed his eyes and turned his head away. DK muscled his way through the crowd. He put a hand on Bowser’s shoulder, “I’m sorry. What did you call him?”

Bowser snorted smoke. “What? That’s his name. Krusha K. Rool.”

“You two used to date?!” piped Daisy.

“Listen! My taste in men got way better!” Bowser said defensively and picking Luigi up.

A glass breaking disrupted their conversation. Boo floated upwards, looking rather peeved at being ignored. His crown glowed violently, “I don’t care about this! Rool, we have a deal!”

Rool adjusted his own crown. “Oh, yeah? Well, you can stick that deal where that purple light of yours don’t shine!” he hissed. “What kinda asshole do you think I am? I never would have agreed to this if I’d known this was Bowser’s wedding.”

DK raised an eyebrow, “You’re perfectly okay with starving an entire nation for hostile takeover, but draw the line at crashing your ex’s wedding?”

“You shut up and stay outta this.”

Thunder rumbled overhead. The two arguing kings looked at the source; Luigi stood by Bowser’s side, eyes glowing a vibrant blue. The Koopa King exhaled flames and took off his veil and horn decorations, “Hey, Peaches. Hold these.”

“Yep.”

Rool and King nervously backed away as the angry husbands plus their wedding party approached them. It was a mistake to come here, on this day. Boo wished he’d stayed at the mansion and Krusha wished he had never left Crocodile Isle…

Bowser plopped onto the bed, letting out a yawning roar; Luigi plopped right next to him. After giving Krusha a first-hand lesson in the powers of electricity and sending Boo running back to the Underwhere, the two resumed their wedding festivities like nothing happened. Bowser threw the bouquet (Rosalina caught it to everyone’s shock considering how determined Birdette and Daisy were) and they got to cut their cake (the koopalings were coming down from their sugar highs in their hotel rooms). And so, the husbands finally had time for themselves.

The beastly king slowly stood up, “I’m way too tired for anything tonight.”

Luigi let out a muffled reply. Bowser reached behind him, struggling to reach his dress’ zipped. His husband raised his head, “Need help?” he asked.

“Yes, please. The dress hype is officially gone-so.”

The new King chuckled and stood up; Bowser turned around, exposing his back to him. Luigi quickly unzipped the dress, and just as quickly his husband wiggled out of it. The human laughed at his husband’s actions and took off the stuffy tuxedo. He yawned, feeling the exhaustion of the day catching up to him. Bowser shuffled onto the pillows, “Come here, I’ve got enough energy for a tiddy hug.”

“Yippe!”

In a less than graceful way, Luigi jumped into his outstretched arms and burrowed his face into his pectorals. Bowser laughed and began to purr, enjoying his husband’s warmth. Luigi couldn't help but feel embarrassed by his lack of grace, but Bowser's warm embrace made him forget all about it. He felt safe and loved in his husband's arms, and he knew that nothing could harm him as long as Bowser was there to protect him.

As they laid there, wrapped up in each other's embrace, Luigi couldn't help but think about how lucky he was to have found someone like Bowser. Despite their differences, they had managed to build a life together filled with love and happiness.

And as Bowser continued to purr contentedly, Luigi knew that he would do anything to keep this feeling of warmth and safety for the rest of his life. He made a silent promise to himself to always cherish Bowser and their relationship. He knew that there would be challenges ahead, but he was willing to face them as long as they were together. With a smile on his face, Luigi hugged Bowser tighter, feeling grateful for the love that they shared.

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CHAPTER SIX

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Over the course of the next week or so, give or take, a routine is forged. JJ will wake in the morning and her morning routine is preformed with an obsessive eye on the time. By four-fifty-eight, she’s got her cellphone in her hands and she’s dialing Jasira up because it takes the two full minutes to make sure she’s awake at five o’clock on the dot. JJ doesn’t want to miss a second of their allotted time. Jasira will wake, begrudgingly, and JJ will have her verbally push her out of the bed. When Jasira finally obeys and gets up, she’ll thank her with a nickname, usually related to the color of her eyes but not always.

They are up to nine.

So far, there’s been Papa Smurf, Bluebell, Mystique, Blueberry (which had not been JJ’s favorite but she’d laughed far too hard for Jasira to believe her when she said that was not it) (now, Jasira uses it, specifically when she thinks funny), Stitch (which she understood because of a “Girl’s Night” with Penelope and Derek), Sully (which JJ did not understand) (“Who the hell is Sully?” to which Jasira deadpanned, “You really finna sit there and tell me you ain’t never watched Monster Inc?” to which JJ deadpanned, “I have never seen Monsters Inc. I am an adult,” to which Jasira let out a particularly offended gasp, “Monsters Inc is a beautiful, heartfelt dramady! You should consider yaself blessed that I even called you that name.”), Doctor Manhattan (which made JJ huff because “Why do you keep referencing things I don’t understand?") (Jasira laughs that laugh that makes JJ feel like she’s flying and explains because she always explains) (JJ snorted at her explanation, “What a way to learn that you’re a nerd,” to which Jasira kisses her teeth and justifies, “I gotta army of brothers,” and yes, that’s true but JJ is feeling like a bit of a comedian herself so she doesn’t let Jasira have that, “You don’t have to downplay your obvious love for nerd shit. Be who you are, Princess,” and Jasira just mumbled, “Whatever.”), Boo Radley (which stopped JJ dead in her tracks) (“Oh hell no. Explain,” she demanded and Jasira nonchalantly just said, “Y’all both blonde and mysterious,” and JJ grinds her teeth because she wants to argue that but she can’t so she just grumbles, “Fair enough, but for the record, I don't like that one,” and Jasira cackles at her discontent) (It kind of makes up for it).

This morning is Bluejay. It also stops JJ dead in her tracks.

“Oh, that’s my favorite one,” she melts.

Jasira smiles pleased, “Yeah? You liked that one?” and JJ offers a simple mhmm and Jasira’s smile widens, “Yeah, I thought that would be a good one; I'm pleased with it.”

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New Year New Boo

Summary: In where [Y/n] and David ring in the New Year with each other. (Continuation of Rickmas Prompt 14 Icy Roads)

Pairing: David Friedman x Detective!FemReader

Tag(s)/Warning(s): age gap, worries about said age gap, workplace romance (kinda?), confessions, kissing, mostly fluff, folks being in love and junk

Word Count: 4k

A/N: This crush I have on Alan's southern accent is something serious guys 🥴🥴it's just so cute and charming to me when he used it in this movie and Something the Lord Made (an equally fantastic movie!). Bonus points for it being easy for me to write the syntax and stuff for it bc again i'm a southern girl. ANYWAYS here is this cute little part two! Let me know if you enjoyed it (i'm thirsty for comments yall lolol)

A/N: AASDFASFH and i know Rickmas is over but you know what every day is Rickmas if you believe😭🤣😂 and I wanted to give these two some closure lol (and i'm in love with this character)

“Um miss ma’am someone is looking real cute in that lil’ outfit! ‘Bout to go see your man I assume?”

“Well firstly thank you because it is cute right?” [Y/n] chirped, turning carefully to show her outfit off to her friend who wolf whistled playfully at her. “But secondly you assume wrong because he isn’t my man.”

“Shoot not yet he isn’t, with that outfit on if he ain’t kissin’ you when it strikes midnight he might need to get his eyes checked.”

“Cassie!”

“I’m just saying,” she giggled, throwing her hands up and pushing herself off the couch to approach [Y/n] who was smoothing her clothes down with her arm that wasn’t in a sling. “I bet there’s a line of young cuties at the department tryna get with you. But oh no you picked yourself an old man that’s already done gone and broke some of your bones!”

“It’s not like he was tryin’ to do it on purpose!” [Y/n] corrected her approaching friend with a sharp glare and a pout. “Lord knows we didn’t have any business chasin’ anyone around when the roads were iced up like that. And plus.”

Walking up to the mirror that was hanging onto the back of her doorway to make sure her outfit and hair were still put together, she turned back to Cassie who still wore a light hearted grin.

“If those guys really wanted to get with me Cass, they’ve had more than enough chances to say somethin’ and they haven’t so I’m not about to sweat something like that.”

“That’s fair though you probably just intimidate them hon, with what being the top of your class at the academy and just two years after that becoming a detective? You know some men can’t handle a badass lady.”

“Well, that’s their loss because-.”

About to dismiss her friend not really caring if the men she worked with found her intimidating or not, a knock at the door had both of them looking up in its direction. Cassie’s face immediately lit up as she looked at [Y/n].

“Ooooh is that him?” She whispered yelled, excited about meeting the man that her friend had been talking about nonstop since the little confession that had been made to him weeks ago. “You didn’t tell me he was pickin’ you up and you got me standin’ around with my pajamas on like somebody’s grandma!”

Rolling her eyes, [Y/n] watched as her friend ran to grab a throw blanket that was lying bunched up on the couch and wrap it around herself to hide the pajamas that she was wearing.

“Yes that’s him and yes he’s pickin’ me up I can't drive right now remember ? That’s why I dragged you over in the first place.” [Y/n] hissed nodding her head towards her arm in a sling before continuing, “now calm down you’re actin’ like he’s here to pick you up and I don’t need you scarin’ him off.”

“Pff oh yeah scare him off, I’m not the one runnin’ people off the road,” Cassie scoffed as [Y/n] threw one last look that said ‘hush it’ before going to unbolt the locks on the door.

Opening the door, she already knew her cheeks were going to be hurting by the end of the night by the wide smile that found itself plastered on her face when she came face to face with the older man.

Dressed up with black dress pants and a tan button-up dress shirt that was accompanied with a dark blue tie that had some white pattern on it she couldn’t help but ogle at him for a second.

It’s not like she had never seen him like this considering his normal work attire was similar but goodness gracious he was still handsome as ever.

And wait a second, where was the five o’clock shadow that he usually rocked? Did he shave just for this? A giddiness rose in her stomach as she tried to contain her excitement, barely able to get out her sentence.

“Dave, either you just left the office or you’re about to take me to Brennan’s for a very fancy New Year’s eve dinner.”

“Then I guess we’re both ‘bout to be very disappointed,” he drawled, crossing his arms against his chest and leaning against the door frame with a smirk that had her grinning back at him.

“Because the only reservation we have is at la maison de David, which I have to say is lacking in the fancy decorations that Brennan’s has. Besides, Quarter’s probably already infested with drunk folks trying to ring in the New Year’s with alcohol poisionin’.”

“Well as long as I’m not doing the cooking, you won’t hear any complaints from me. And you're probably right about the Quarter. Best we avoid it as I don’t feel like gettin’ thrown up on by someone who had one too many of them hand grenades.”

“Good, glad we’re on the same page then partner.” His smirk never failed as he pushed himself upright and tentatively offered his hand to [Y/n] who gave him a bashful smile as she went to take it when,

“Ahem!”

A loud cough startled both of them, and had [Y/n] whipping around somehow forgetting that Cassie was still in the front room.

“Now I know you did not just forget that I was back here,” she said, blanket still wrapped around her as she waddled over to the door to get a glimpse of the visitor. “And here I thought you were gonna introduce me to your friend hon!”

“Shit-sorry Cass,” [Y/n] spoke as the heat of embarrassment filled her face while she moved aside a little so Cassie could meet David.

“David this is my friend Cassie. She's been comin’ by and stayin’ with me to help me out with this,” she nodded down to indicate her sling. “And Cassie, this is David, my literal partner in crime fighting.”

“Well hello, there detective! Cassie Thibodeaux’s the name. Well, Cassandra actually but the only person who uses it is my momma when she’s pissed or sister Alice at St.Mary’s,” she greeted cheerfully, thrusting her hand out to firmly shake David’s outstretched one. “Nice to finally meet the man that broke my poor girl’s bones!”

“Cass!”

The exasperation was clear in [Y/n]’s voice as Cassie turned around, a sly grin and a glint in her eyes that signaled she was up to no good on purpose. If there was one thing about her friend it was that she was going to say whatever whenever. A great quality to have until she was blabbing about the thing that [Y/n] didn’t want to be brought up again.

He had already apologized and heck she probably wouldn’t be going on a date with him if it hadn’t happened. Wait, this was a date right?

Not that they were a couple or anything yet but she was going to his house for dinner on New Year’s Eve and he had said they could talk about what she had basically confessed to him weeks ago.

Before she could get too deep in thought about it, David’s voice pulled her back to reality as he chatted with Cassie who was laughing up a storm at what was being said.

“I really did feel bad when we got to the hospital but then she woke up the first thing she started doing was insulting the doctors and trying to rip things out of her.” He spoke recalling what had happened a while after the accident and how [Y/n] was getting annoyed at all the poking when all she wanted was to just go home. “Then she told me she was going to buy some training wheels for my old a-”

“Okay that’s enough!” [Y/n] squeaked, clapping her hands loudly to grab both of their attention as she was a bit mortified about what she had said to him while she had been in pain. “We really need to head out before traffic gets any worse than it is.”

“Alright alright I’ll stop and let you both go,” Cassie said backing up from the door as [Y/n] made her way past her friend and just outside of the door so that she was next to David.

“I just wanted to be nosy and see who [Y/n] was about to ride off into the sunset with,” she continued to tease, causing another sigh to leave said woman even though she couldn’t help but smile at her friend who was being just plain silly. “But don't y’all get into too much trouble now and make sure you bring my girl home safe and sound detective no more broken bones!”

“Yes ma’am, no more broken bones though I can’t promise we won’t get into any trouble.” He replied before looking towards [Y/n] to ask, “ready?”

“Absolutely,” she replied instantly, shooting him a smile and then waving goodbye at her friend. “See you Cass I’ll text you and don’t burn my apartment down!”

“As David said, no promises but I’ll try, and you better!”

Shaking their heads and laughing at one another, Cassie, shut the door leaving both [Y/n] and David standing outside her apartment.

“Funny friend you got there,” he said, reaching his hand out again as he did earlier to take hers.

“Oh, you don’t even know the half of it, Friedman.” Was her response as she took his invitation letting him guide her and enjoying the warmth that radiated from his hand entwined with hers.

Dinner had been absolutely spectacular. Honestly way better than any restaurant considering they weren’t having to wait for a table or having to talk over the noise of other people’s conversations. And to add to it, the food was just mouth watering.

From the crawfish etouffee and grilled oysters that he had prepared to the tasty and not too sweet banana pudding that they had afterward to balance the salt out from the main course. Or that’s what they joked about at least.

All of it was just so good and she couldn’t help but feel sleepy and content as she reclined on his couch afterward with a glass of water to wash everything down.

“Now why didn't you tell me you could cook like that because that was just too good!” [Y/n] praised as David plopped down next to her sinking into the couch like she had to relax after the meal.

“Well thank you kindly [Y/n] but there are some things in life you gotta keep to yourself and my cookin’ is one of them,” he answered looking over to her and feeling amused at the sleepy smile on her face as she listened. “The last thing I need is to be volunteered up for the station's potluck because lord knows I won’t hear the end of it afterward.”

“I hear that, I don’t even know why we have to cook for it. It’s not like we don’t already do overtime on the reg but now they want us to do more stuff no thank you, that’s above my pay grade.”

His deep chuckle filled the room, drowning out the background noise of a New Year’s countdown party playing on the tv in front of them. In the same moment, she could feel herself being filled with a comforting warmth listening to his laugh and enjoying the rich sound of it.

“And here I thought you enjoyed stayin’ late at the office with me to finish up reports that some of your peers seem to have trouble gettin’ done.”

[Y/n]’s face scrunched up as if she had tasted something sour when he said that as the memory of many late nights at the station played in her head due to the stupidity of some of the people they had to work with. How hard really was it to transfer paper files onto the computer by someone’s last name?

“Unfortunately I’m not a fan of havin’ to organize other folks' stuff because they haven’t learned how to click a button or two,” she groused out before adding calmly, “but other than that I do have to admit the occasional late night investigative session with you is invigorating. It pays to have such a solid partner who knows what he’s doin’ so no complaints from me on that.”

“Really no complaints even though I broke your collarbone and almost killed you?”

“Hey, I didn’t say I liked your driving, only that you’re a good partner and I think we make quite a team.”

“Touche,” he nodded as a thoughtful expression crossed his features before, “but now that you mentioned it I think we should talk about that shouldn’t we? The whole partner thing.”

For a second she didn’t understand what he was alluding to as she cocked an eyebrow up a questioning expression on her features. Partner thing? What in the sweet baby Jesus was he talking about? Meeting his hazel eyes that seem to glitter mischievously along with the smirk that was slowly becoming wider. She pondered for a second before,

“Oh jeez, Friedman, are you bringing up what I think you’re bringing up?” [Y/n] sputtered out her face warming up at the sudden change of conversation as she gave him a wide eyed look. He didn’t at all seem phased by it, more like amused as she saw a twitch of his lips upward. Of course, he would find amusement in it. “What a segue if I’ve ever heard any! Is that really how you’re goin’ to start the conversation.”

A mock offended look crossed his features as he threw his hands up at her.

“What, I thought we were in agreement that we were gonna talk about it after you were no longer high as a kite and dyin'?”

“I know but well shit,” she groaned, resting her good arm on her thigh and bending over a little to rest her chin in her palm. “Now that you got me all in the spotlight I’m not even sure what to say.”

“Well, how ‘bout I do you a favor [L/n] and start off with askin’ you what in the hell do you see in someone my age that you can’t find in one of those young boys at the station.”

“Considerin’ none of the station boys seem interested in me in the first place,'' she huffed out remembering something similar Cassie had said to her earlier, “I think it’s easy to understand why I like you so much seein’ that I’ve been partnered up with you for about two years. And I actually really enjoy workin’ with you. Even if it’s those dreaded late night shifts.”

“Somethin’ tells me those boys are more interested than you think, especially with how p-,” the word caught in his throat and [Y/n] was quick to turn her head to look at him with a questioning gaze.

Catching her gaze and the hint of interest in them, he cleared his throat before continuing. “With how close in age some of y’all are and the way you do your job better than most of them I say you probably got a few more admirers than you think.”

Shrugging she scooted back con the couch and let her head fall back before lazily turning it to look at him.

“Even so, I just think you’re pretty great Dave,” she added, throwing a grin at him that had him reciprocating it with his own as he maneuvered himself so that he was resting one side of his face on the palm of his hand. “I know we put on a face and such when we go to work, but you’re one of the few people who’s the same sarcastic ass off duty as you are on, and pardon me it’s kinda sexy.”

“Only kinda? I think it’s probably one of my more redeeming qualities.” He quipped “Who doesn’t love a sarcastic asshole bursting in their office and accusing folks of a setup.”

“Ah and there Mr. Sarcastic is, glad you could join the party,” she laughed remembering him telling her that whole debacle with the one senator from a few years ago. “But the fact that you were right made it less assholish and again you definitely raised your sexy factor up by this much,” she teased, raising her hand up and showing the wide gap she made between her thumb and index finger.

“You know hearin’ you reference me and the word ‘sexy’ in one sentence is not somethin’ I put on my bingo card for this year.”

“What? Gonna report me to HR if I keep it up?”

“And get saddled up with some of the other guys in the station as a partner, no ma’am I prefer to be alive in the next six months.”

Raucous laughter broke out from both of them, their shoulders shaking from his fatalistic outlook of being partnered up with someone else. Honestly, she probably wouldn’t trade him in either with all the experience he had in the field, sans the car accident of course.

He had been the best partner these past years whether it be on duty or off duty he had always been a phone call away if she needed him. And something about it just made her giddy about it even if those gestures potentially meant nothing. It was still sweet and it kinda made her fall in love even though she had tried to keep it shut away.

“Don’t blame you one bit on that,” [Y/n] managed to say coming down from the little high as her stomach and cheeks ached from all the laughing that was happening. Wiping a tear out of her eye with her good arm, her smile never left as she looked back at the man who was calming down.

“But you know, the wild thing is even with all of that, your terrible drivin’, your sarcasm, and everything else, I still really really like you, and,'' biting the inside of her cheek she couldn’t help but feel the air leave her lungs as hazel eyes locked onto her with a softness that just made her heart squeeze.

She really did like the older man regardless of the age chasm they had in between and it seemed to help her find some courage. So with that little fire in her, she sat upright again and faced him before asking,

“I was just curious ‘bout how you felt, and maybe, you know...we could be partners outside of work too?”

Other than the tv that was still going on in the background silence crept around them as she let the question sit between them. Even her breathing seemed to go silent as she gazed up at Dave who was holding her stare while the cogwheels in his brain seem to be turning.

The silence felt like an eternity and she would have laughed at how cliche it all was if it wasn’t her own feelings on the line. So to say that the relief she felt was palpable when he spoke was an understatement.

“You know, if we got involved we would have to stop bein’ partners right?” He murmured scooting over towards [Y/n] and resting his arm along the top of the couch.

“I know I know and I’m sorry because I know it’s gonna be a shit ton of paperwork we’re gonna have to do. And of course the whole new partner thing,” she added on with a sigh more concerned about that part than the amount of red tape there was bound to be.

“Mhmmm that and you know folks are gonna have questions about this whole thing?”

“Oh believe me I’m aware. Should have heard Cassie playin’ twenty questions with me when I told her.” [Y/n] grumbled remembering the way her friend burst into her apartment a few weeks ago armed and ready with questions about what was happening.

“And knowin’ that everyone is gonna wanna be in your business when they eventually find out because you know folks are noisy ‘round here you’re alright with it?”

“Well-,” she paused mid sentence, noticing the warmth that radiated off him now that he was suddenly closer to her. It brought a demure smile to her face as she scooted herself toward him which had his eyes twinkling at the action. “We’ll cross that bridge when we cross it and plus they’re going to be in your business too.”

“You know my last relationship ended in divorce right?” He questioned as the warmth of breath tickled her skin causing goosebumps to prickle all over her arms.

She was very much aware that the last relationship he had ended in a divorce but there had been other circumstances that no longer existed. And well who was she to not take her chances with the man that she had ogled at more than appropriate during her time working with him? What could she say, she was young and in love.

“Dave what's with the twenty questions yes I’m aware, you know that,” she responded lowly, tilting her head just enough to brush her nose against his and listening to the breath that he sucked in at the contact. Yet he didn’t flinch and he didn’t back away, and it had the butterflies in her stomach going wild. “And my last relationship was with some guy in college who just wanted to get with my roommate so we are both gonna be a little rusty.”

For a moment they just sat there, quietly, their foreheads touching and the sound of a countdown beginning to happen on tv and fireworks already going off outside.

“Dave?”

“You’re a pretty lil’ thing you know that right?” He confessed softly at the call of his name. As sudden as his words were, they had her beaming at him and gently brushing her nose against his again as she tried to look up at him through her eyelashes. “So you’ll have to excuse me because I’m still tryin’ wrap my head around the fact that my very young and very sweet partner actually enjoys my bitchin’ and sarcasm about folks. ”

“Well don’t say it like I’m that young Friedman makin’ it sound all weird and junk,” she snorted causing a deep chuckle to rumble through him, “and don’t take too long wrappin' your head ‘round it because yes I love it when you bitch people out and two from the sound of it,” motioning her head to the tv to signal the folks cheering on it, “we got fifteen seconds till New Year’s and I’m hopin’ to at least get a kiss to start it off right.”

“Think we be a good team outside work?” He asked quietly, lips just centimeters away from hers as the arm behind them went to gently wrap around her shoulders.

“Keep treating me as nicely as you always have for the past two years and we’ll be golden boo.”

“Don’t ever use that word again.”

“Can’t promise you I won’t,” she giggled, tilting her head up as they listened to the chants on tv.

“3, 2, 1!”

The sound of fireworks outside multiplied tenfold as she felt his hand cup the back of her head and his lips press so tenderly against hers. What was going on outside with the light show couldn’t compare to the bubbling and bursting in her chest that she felt as she melted into the kiss. Everything about it was so sweet, so warm, so loving and it was better than she could have ever imagined as he dragged away from her leaving her a bit breathless.

“Happy New Year Dave.”

She murmured softly, chest heaving as her eyes shimmered brightly and a smile lit up her face just as the fireworks outside lit the night sky up.

As sweet as the kiss was, an even sweeter and gentler smile appeared on his features as he leaned down once more, and against her lips he whispered,

“Happy New Year [Y/n].”

Before claiming them once more in one of the many kisses they would be sharing from then on.

Bonus:

Cass: Are you alive its 130?!?!?

[Y/n]: Whoops! sorry I am but dont wait up for me im stayin the night :)

Cass: YEEEES BE SAFE USE PROTECTION!!!

[Y/n]: OMG GOODNIGHT I CANT WITH YOU

Cass: ;) ;) ;) congrats girl new year new boo

[Y/n]: :) you’re the worst thanks maam happy new year <3

A/N:

That's all folks!!!!!! My last fic for the year and an apt one to for ringing in the new year! Can I just tell you guys how much I've enjoyed being in Alan Rickman fandom and creating content for it though??🥺🥺🥺

Everyone is just so talented and fun and I'm just really happy that I've been able to be super absorbed in it these past months bc idk about some of yall but this year almost took me out.😭😭😭 A lot of discouring things seemed to happen this year but the fandom kept a girl aflot so I'm forever thankful for you all!

I hope that next year is kinder to everyone and I hope that our fandom continues to grow even if the man this fandom is dedicated to is no longer with us (weeps) I hope he is looking down on us like 'these folks are wild but I admire the creativity ❤'. i appreciate all you thots (affectionally) and I hope you all go safely into the new year ❤❤❤

#david friedman x reader #alan rickman #blossom writes

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chloeworships · 3 months

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I had a vision of Shawn from Boyz II Men today and then as I saw him I heard this song 🎧

👀👀👀

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In this video they act like the four angels Michael, Uriel, Gabriel and Raphael.

This sent meeeeeeeeeeee ✈️👀

You heard what they said babes. Don’t stay where you’re not loved, appreciated or nourished. A man makes time for what he believes is important to him. Don’t fall for words, fall for his actions. God will not allow you to be mistreated so neither should you.

If real love waltz into your life and you’ve prayed about this person, don’t let him pass you by. Too many people miss opportunities of a lifetime, don’t let this be you girls!! This is your confirmation 💎 Can you open up to this new love?

UPDATE:

Excuse me but in the first scene Shawn is wearing the Star of David ✡️ as a necklace. How interesting the LORD has been showing us, first Michael’s Pendant and now David’s 👀 ✡️ I also had a vision this morning of the Star of David.

Say GOODBYE to abusive relationships. Say GOODBYE to men who neglect you. Say GOODBYE to the Judas in your life. Say GOODBYE to the past, babes. God saw how they treated you. It’s TIME to leave that toxic relationship and/or the man that doesn’t prioritize you. You are slowly KILLING YOURSELF by being with someone who cannot love you fully.

I received this scripture last night and now I understand.

I also had a vision of several maids bringing butter over to me 🧈🧈🧈🧈🧈🧈🧈 It was really sweet of them to come and help me 🥰 I felt like a Queen with her handmaids. It reminded me of the 10 bridesmaids of whom 5 came prepared with lamp stands and oil and the other 5 didn’t have enough and were left behind unable to attend the wedding. I didn’t understand the butter reference until I began making pancakes 🥞😅 when I awoke.

I can’t make this stuff up 😱🤯😳

Maybe you’re new boo is from Israel 🇮🇱 or is Jewish or loves God as much as you do in both word and DEED. Look for his FRUIT 🍓 and don’t rush.

Here is the beginning of the scripture which is relevant to you also.

May the LORD give you a good man, who respects you, your body and your time and may he give you both PEACE 🕊️

Your bridegroom is cominggggggggggg💍

SN. Sex is better when you’re with a man who actually cares for you and isn’t selfish. It’s easier to relax, it’s more enjoyable being around him allowing you to CLIMAX. Selfishness in personality equates to awful (selfish) sex. Just sayin. Wait for ya husband 😏 you ain’t missing out on nothing chileeee 😂 Save yourself for the man who DESERVES you.

Maybe your new boo’s name is Sean/Shawn or Michael

Btw this is one of my favourite songs EVER. Shoutout to the boyz who turned into MEN (the group).

UPDATE II:

OH MY GOSH. I HAD A VISION THIS MORNING OF AN ANGEL HIGH UP IN THE SKY (JUST LIKE IN THE VIDEO) AND IT DROPPED A LAMPSTAND ONTO A CITY. THE ANGEL WAS WEARING ALL WHITE AND NOW IM BEING SHOWN THIS. LAWD HAVE MERCY PRAISE THE LORDT!!!!

I remember asking the LORD what this meant.

#confirmation #Boyz II Men #Love #say goodbye 👋🏾#The Star of David ✡️#the 10 virgins #Sean #Shawn #PART II #THE COMMENTS #Michael

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theuniverseawakens347 · 3 months

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We’re of age.. so it’s not child porn now 🤷🏽‍♀️🖕🏽

AT NOAH DUMBASS DECORSI.. let’s get the aired OUT PERSONALLY .. me n Tristan ALREADY WHILPED YO ASS VERBALLY TOGETHER BUT YOU STILL WANA PLAY MICKEY.

1. Nigga we me n you met in 5th grade TCS, YOU FELL HARD, I was like “ooo a nigga at a white school I just came from the hood 🤷🏽‍♀️🖕🏽”

2. Astro camp 5th grade YOU PRESSURED ME TO KISS YOU .. I ain’t even lean in my nigga.. and YOU COOPED A BUTT FEEL W/ O PERMISSION, rape 🤷🏽‍♀️

3. AINT SHIT HAPPEN WHEN WE GOT OUT THE POOL.. I Flirted w you cause you gave me attention AND WAS A BLACK BOY AT BASICALLY A WHITE SCHOOL AND I JUST CAME FROM 54th..

4. THIS WHEN YOU MET WHITE TRISTAN AND WAS TELLING HIM IN 5th GRADE ME N YOU SMASHING, LYING FUCKING ASS. AINT LOSE MINE TIL A WEEK BEFORE ALEXIS WALLACE WAS KILT.. 16 TO FUCK ASS DUMBASS JUSTIN INFWE

5. I MAN HANDLED RHE FUCK OUT YOUR ASS AFTER ASTRO CAMP CAUSE I REALIZED YOU WAS A PUNK BULLYING THE OTHER KIDS IE AT MALCOM MUHAMMAD ASKARI KID

6. YOU SHOWED MY ART JOURNAL WHERE I WROTE I WAS GOING TO FUCK MILADA UO FOR BULLYING ME DURING SOCCER AND HAVING HER DAD YELL AT ME.. LEE ASKED YOU TO SNITCH TO THE PRINCIPAL OLIVIA PAUL SINGER MOTHER.. TURNS OUT SON BRYANT IS MY BROTHER ..

6. YOU HAD KINDERGARTENS SING “I found you miss new booty” to me AND ALWAYS HARASSED ME TO FUCK HANG KISS OR JUST BE W YOU.. weirdo SUSAN TRYING FOR AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE OFF OF EITHER YOU SAM OR CJ OSARIO PLANNED BY LEE GARLINGTON

7. WE DRIFTED AFTER 6th grade cause TCS went had not started 7th yet .. and I went to IMMAC.. SHERE TOU MET LAURN REESE AND SHE LIKES ANYTHING IM INTERESTED IN AT LEE GARLINGTON REQUEST OF OWNING SLAVES OFF YOU “ILLUMINATI” PARENTS

7. MIDDLE SCHOOL TO ABOUT SOPHOMORE YR HIGH SCHOOL WE AINT REALLY TALK.. liked some photos here n there hit a few “hi how you doing” THATS IT .. i “missed” you simply bc I WENT TO A MOSTLY WHITE ALL GIRL SCHOOL.. IM A FUCKING TOMBOY, I ISED TO FIGHT YOU AND SAM EVERYDAY ON THE SCHOOL YARD .. but and idc for the energy of STUCK UP “I THINK IM BETTER THAN BC IM SHALLOW AS FUCK girls” Lee had me around ..

8. 16 I made a tumblr.. YOU WERE DATING SOME Polynesian BITCH WHO DIDNT LIKE THAT YOU WERE SO CLEARLY OBSESSED W ME .. SHE HAD YOU BLOCK ME NUMEROUS TIMES BUT TOUD UNBLOCK WHEN YOU SEEN I POSTED PHOTOS OF ME TO MY TUMBLR .. AR HOW MY HALF SHAVED HEAD AND SUPERMAN UNDIES GOT ON YOUR NASTY LIL BOY SIGHT AT CHRISTOPHER FUCKING WEIRDO TOO WHO I SENT PICS TO JUNIOR SUMMER WHILE FLINGING IT ..

9. YALL FUCKING WEIRD PERVERTS FOR SOME MONEY.. and doing this shit WILLINGLY AS KIDS AND CONTINUING IT TO DRUGGING MOFOS AND RAPING ..

10. YOU HIT ONE FUCKING TIME MY NIGGA AND THATS CAUSE WALKER WASNT AVAILABLE TO HIT OUR YEARLY SMASH AND CATCH UP SINCE 2014.. you hit 2018 last week I had my Chevy Cruze LIKE I SAID PICKED U UP FUCKED YOU AND DROPPED YO ASS OFF. .. YOU CAME TO CSUN WHILE I ATTENDED EXPECTING TO CATCH UP ON MY END CAUSS I WAS HEAVILY INVOLVED WITH PUNK ASS IAN AND HIS “free Mason” BULLSHIT I AINT FUCK YOU.. YOU WANTED AND TRIED AND I SAID MY NIGGA WOULD KILL YOU AND YOU STILL CAME BACK A SECOND TIME AND SNUCK A FUCKING KISS IN .. rape , THEN LIED ABOUT MY HUSBAD TRISTAN GETTING JUMPED AND YOU SAVING HIM.. and then TRIED TO FUCK ME N THE CAR.. I SAID NO GLOVE NO LOVE ( Ian and I OFFICIALLY DONE) TOOK ME BACK TO CAMPUS AINT SHIT HAPPEN.. ian and I wasn’t together for him to ask me about you.. NIGHA WAS HOPPING AROUND W GOLDEN tracc star and “twin” ON THAT NASTY SIGHT.. and ALISSA DUMBASS FUCK ANYTHING MORRIS AND TLO3sum head ass with “twin” NICOLE mole on lip..

11. YOU STEADY OVER THE YEARS TOOK PHOTOS OFF MY TUMBLR AND PUT LASSED THEM AROUND SAYING INWAS UR MAIN SIDE PIECE BOO THANG, LYING LITTLE DICK NIGGA .. you can eat the box but that’s bout it’s PENCIL DICK HEADASS BITCH.

12. YOU BROUGHT ME MY NIGGA TRISTAN Jan/ Feb 2017 .. I was looking for a dealer and YOU TOLD HIM I WAS LOOKING FOR A HOOKUP / BOO.. no friend wasn’t on that Type of time, yet ( cut to fuck ass Daniel Gonzales FROM CSUN.. talking like March - JUN then dating ..while he hoing ThANKS TO LEE GARLINGTON WEIRDO SEXXX RING AT VIVICCA WHITSET )

13. 2019 I SMOKED W YOU ONCE WHEN YOU WAS BACK FROM HAWIAII.. LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO TAKE UR BLACK CAT ..AINT AHIT HAPPEN AND TOLD YOU I HAD A NIGGA.. FUCK ASS DUMBASS JAMAL RON HENDERSON.. end of July 2020 YOU WANTED TO HANG AND I WANTED TO BANG.. TOU BROUGHT MY NIGGA TRISTAN TO DEAL AND OFF AOGHT WE FELL IN LOVE AND I AINT NEVA BUT I DEFINITELY DID RIGHT THERE SWITCH TF UP .. BOTH YAL NIGGAS FELT IT AND LOWKEY TALKED ABOUT IT AS I WALKED BACK TO THE CAR W MY SISTER 🤷🏽‍♀️🖕🏽 ME YOU AND NEITHER HARRELL BROTHER HAD A FUCKING 3sum TOGETHER.. NIGGA YOU GAY AND FUCKED JARED AND JASON ON YOUR LIL BOYZ TRIP.. DRUG AND RAPE OF JARED H 🖕🏽🙂

14. THE SATURDAY NIGHT YOU CAME THRU TO SMOKE W ME N MY SISTER NIGGA YOU WAS DRUNK AND HIGH AS FUCK .. GOT TO A CHECKPOINT SAID YOU FUCKED THE OFFICERS DAUGHTER AND THEN.. we went to smoke.. KNEW YO ASS WAS GOING TO TRY SOME FUCK SHIT SO I LEFT MY SISTER IN MY CAR AND WE WENT TO URS TALKIN BOUT SOME “get in the back seat” I SAID NO. You tell me I’m not gon do nothing just smoke “I’m like okay” .. nigga smoke session over I’m talking bout some “what’s up w TRISTAN” and you try and pin me to eat the box 🤯 RAPIST . SHUT THAT SHIT DOWN REAL QUICK AND HIT TRISTAN OVED DM REAL QUICK IN FRONT OF YOU .. then that Monday, INSEPARABLE.. BUT YO FUCK ASS PER SUSAN AND THRU LEE VIVICCA WAS ASKED TO KEEP TRISTAN AWAY FROM ME “distracted w bitches” SO TOU DRUGGED HIM AND PUT HIM AROUND QUESTIONABLE PPL.. ie GAY JASON CAN ATTEST AT DUMBASS DAISY FLOREZ TOO THINKING “they dated” RAPE. .. but niggas just pillow talked ABOUT YOU BEING GAY AND FUCKING JASON AND CREW IN MILAN AND TALKING BOUT WEIRD SHIT TO TRISTAN AND JUSTICE OVER FT MAKING IT KNOWN YOU N JASON CREW FUCKED ..

15. ME N TRISTAN PRESSED YOU ABOUT BEING A FUCKTARD AND LYING ON MY NAME AND EVENTUALLY TRISTAN OUT HANDS ON YOU FOR REALLY DRUGGING HIM AND FUCKING US UP BC THIS LITTLE P DIDDY SEX RING YOUR APART OF THRU UR MODELING AGENCY .. BUT LIKE YOU SAT THERE AND LIKE A BITCH DENIED EVERYTHING SO THEN TURNED TO REVENGE PORN AND FUCKED DAISY TO GET BACK AT TRISTAN.. who doesn’t even care about the bitch, SHE A DEATH PET LIKE YOU TO ME N MY BIRTH FAMILY AND HIS FAMILY 🖕🏽🤷🏽‍♀️🙂

Also Daisy.. HOW WAS THE CHLAMYDIA TURNED GONORRHEAONORREA FROM GAY BOY NOAH GOVEN MY JASON AND BUTT SEX FRANCE CREW 🙂 .. DAISY FATASS FUCKED JUSTICE ( forced rape) THOUGHT IT WAS MY COOCHIE COMING THRU WHEN HE BROKE THE COUCH .. so Daisy, FEDERAL. AND NOAH.

NOAH YOU AINT NEVER FUCKED TRISTAN BUT YOU DEFINITELY DID JERK IT A FEE TIMES TO HIM AND TRY TO WATCH ME N HIM 🖕🏽🤷🏽‍♀️

DAISY YA RIDDE W STDS MY NIGGA AINT STICCIN HIS DICK IN THAT .. did a lil trance 1 2 AND RETURNED UR POISONED BACK TO YOU.. #MAGIC and for THE RECORD NOAH ONCE I GOT BACK FROM CLARITY I WAS FUCKING TRISTAN EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY AT YOUR CALABASHES SPOT WHILE HE WAS LYING ABOUT IT BEING DAISY.

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television-pil0t · 1 year

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Time for another hit blog that will make all my friends sigh!

I miss my ex really bad!!! “BOO! STFU HE SUCKED” I don’t care😦! The best thing about me is I don’t listen to anyone! I don’t think he sucked and that’s all that matters. He hurt me sometimes but who doesn’t hurt me! I have bpd bro! I was probably being sensitive anyway!!!

Fr though I was just sitting in the kitchen eating and I almost started crying (not really but like ya know) it was a lot. I miss him. I miss him alot. I fucking love Simon and no matter how much my friends for some reason wanna say I didn’t miss him or love him.. I did. I do. I love him lot. I was just eating and thinking about it all.. man I gave my life to him and I’d do it again.

I shouldn’t be here man. I should be with him. I should be celebrating graduation with him not out here in a field watching the sunset. It’s great and all but.. I wish I was with him. I wish we were outside in his backyard watching the fucking clouds man. Just like he wanted to.

I wish I could hold him. I wish I could kiss him and tell him I love him over and over and over until maybe he believes it again. I wish I could give him gifts. I wanna buy him everything but I have 64$ to my name at the moment. I wish I was in his bed sleeping because even tho mine is better it’s not more comfortable.

I wish I could fuckin smell him bro. That’s how bad I miss him. He smells so good. I wish I could just hold him while he’s on my lap and he helps me fill out my college application.

I wish we were in the apartment I was thinking of buying us to surprise him for MY graduation. Since he finally got a job I was so excited. We could split the rent! It wasn’t even that much! It wasn’t super far away so he could see his brothers. Man I thought of everything. I got a new car so we can drive down together and see Alfred and now he unfollowed me and I’m sad.

I’m sad and I miss him. I miss them. I miss his friends that are annoying and weird and I hate. I miss his fucking laugh so fucking bad. God I love making him laugh. I love him telling me to shut the fuck up ir asking what the fuck was wrong with me when I’d say the most outlandish things JUST BECAUSE I KNEW he’d find it funny.

I miss talking and having him not listening and I’d have to say his name 3 times to get him to listen and I’d ask what’s he’s doing and he’s just say typing.

I miss the fact that he can’t multitask to save his life.

I miss his voice and his dumb basic ass style.

I miss crying otp with him because I’m crying now and I wanna be on the phone with him

I miss my fucking bf so bad what the fuck.

I miss him. I miss him and I hate crying. It burns my eyes so bad everytime I cry but god I miss him. I miss his dumb fucking letters and the way he typed. I miss his STUPID FUCKING STUTTERING WHEN I TALKED TO HIM IN *THAT* VOICE!

I miss him so bad. I hate crying over people. I hate remembering because all day I was fine.. I was fun thinking about him. I was fine but I hate this.

I was supposed to start T with him. He was supposed to take care of me when I got too surgery. This ain’t right and I hate it. I miss his small ass hands in mine and the sound of him thinking. I don’t wanna be in my damn room I wanna be with him. Locked in his DAMN ROOM. I wanna talk to his brother about stupid Emo shit and have Simon tell him to get out because he’s “being annoying.” Fuck this man.

I miss my boy. I miss our plans. I don’t wanna do this alone. I don’t wanna do this wish anyone else but him. I hate when I talk to my friends and they say “oh he sucked anyway remember how much you cried.”

Remember how happy I was though? Remember me nonstop talking about him with praise. I talked about him like we never had sex. Like he was the grace of his that I could hold. I don’t care about anything but him. To this day when I celebrated its FOR him. I graduated BECAUSE OF HIM. I couldn’t do this would him. I never wanted to. He got me here. I don’t wanna grow up without him. We’re supposed to grow old together. Fuck my friends man. I get not wanting to keep your friend in what you think is a shitty situation but I hate when they say bad shit about him. He was the sweets, kindest funnest, dumbest at time, sillyest, gayest guy I’ve met and I was happy he was mind. They weren’t there. They don’t get it. I’d drop them in a second to have him.

I loved him more than I love any of them. “Hey a rebound” for what? I don’t want anyone. I don’t want sex. I don’t want attention. I want him. I want what he gave me. I wanna see him again. I wish I could see his face. God I know exactly how it feels to just look at him. The feeling I get is indescribable. I.. my heart stops. He sent me nudes one time and I didn’t even care. I never cared for nudes really but this time it actually had his face and holy shit my heart melted they way I just zoomed into to his face. I cried just knowing.. god he’s my bf.. he’s so damn pretty..

He’s so fucking pretty… he’s so beautiful and smart. He did fuckibg precal and I hope to god he passed cuz idk. He’s so smart. He knows so much. He’s the smartest guy I know for sure. I wanna wrap him up and just kiss his forhead. I wanna rock him and tell him it’s alright. I wanna go on a long drive with him to see one of his friends so bad man. So bad.

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onthecourtbugs · 2 years

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Nash and Jason dating someone who plays a sport? like volleyball maybe

Sporty Girlfriend

Pairing: Jason Silver x Reader/Nash Gold Jr x Reader

A/N: Thank you for requesting! 😚 I haven’t forgotten ya’ll, I promise!

Summary: Jason and Nash with their sporty girlfriends.

Jason

Jason don’t know nothing bout no volleyball but watching you on that court? He bout to learn today.

You and your teammates got that aggressive play that keeps the other teams scrambling to keep up and it’s hilarious watching them struggle.

His favorite thing about the sport though, for real? It’s the uniform.

Ooh-WEE. Ain’t nothing quite like a baddie in sport shorts.

Not short shorts.

Sport shorts.

Them volleyball spanks got his boo looking RIGHT, m’kay? He be grabbing you up by your hips after every game cuz he has to.

“Were you paying attention this time?”

“Why you gotta grill me every time you come out? I was paying attention!”

“Alright,” you lean back and give him the squinty eyes, “what was the score then?”

“‘Nuff for you to win.” 😁

“You know what…” You sigh and shake your head. “Nevermind, let me down.”

“Nah, you good up here.”

I swear he was paying attention to the game play,it’s just… the booty was calling his name…

Your teammates couldn’t stop staring at Jason when he first came around.

“Oh my gawd…”

“Right?! Y/n really hopped into Space Jam and stole one of the MonStars!”

They got used to him eventually, and sometimes you’ll hear him talking about you to them after games.

“It’s easy to tell when she be in the zone. Watch, she be like…” He over here bending down with his hands on his knees, back dipped down, his butt poking out, mimicking your voice. “Come on ya’ll, we need this next point!”

The girls laugh, but when they see you behind Jason, they look around, suddenly finding a lot of other things interesting.

-coughing- “Turn around genius.”

He does. “Hey! Heyyyyy, baby, you did so good this game!”

Your crossed arms and quirked eyebrow tell him he’s busted.

“You talking bout me?”

“I was just playing, you know, you got that lil thing you be doing-“

“I don’t bend like that!” 💀

“No, you don’t bend on me like that!” He shuts up when you throw your water bottle at him. Even so, he’s not taking your attitude seriously.

What you gonna do, beat him up for being honest? You do poke your butt out. Shoot, all the time he spend looking, he would know.

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Practicing when Jason is around is decidedly not the move.

He has so many times to do something with you while you’re free, but for some reason he likes to wait til he sees you about to warm up before you start training.

He’s coming and it’s not to save the day.

“Uh-oh, what we doin’?”

You immediately straighten up from touching your toes. “Jason nooOooo, don’t come over here! Go find something to do!”

“I’m bout to, I’m bout to! Bend back over real quick~.” 😈

Like, where is this coming from, he couldn’t try to mess with you earlier? Now he’s distracting you and (sometimes) making you laugh and now half your session is the two of you messing around until you find a way to banish him.

That’s why you gotta train when he ain’t around, he play too much.

Very much the kind of guy who reminds you to have fun with what you’re doing.

There will be no sticks up your butt with him.

Nash

Dang, is this your man or your personal trainer?

He stay with the regimens, and he is pushy about it. Healthy diet, regular check ups, steady exercising schedule.

“Dang, the only thing missing is vacation time!”

You laugh, but he actually has that on there too…

It’s annoying if you don’t like being told what to do, but you gotta admit it, it works. He carefully tailors everything to fit your habits, your limits, and your preferences, all that.

Watching you play is something else, especially when you’re in the zone.

What are you? Spiker? Libero? Middle Blocker? Never mind, it don’t even matter.

No matter where you are on that court, no matter what your role, every move you make is heated, animalistic instinct.

You and your teammates are often compared to sharks in the water, and when the ball is on your side, everyone can see why.

It’s that powerful, frenzied-yet-calculated kind of play that makes it so much fun to watch. He doesn’t get to do it as often as he’d like, being an athlete himself, but he makes the most of every chance he gets.

Unlike Jason, Nash will seriously work out with you and help you practice if you feel like you’re lacking in some way.

There are times when you feel pressured to train nonstop, but Nash ain’t bout to let you run yourself ragged for any reason.

He wants you to be able to play without abandon, but sometimes you need a break.

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He goes a teensy bit overboard with the rest and recovery when it comes to injuries.

Don’t even attempt to do anything yourself before you’re done healing, Nash don’t play that.

It’s bad enough you got hurt in the first place, now you’re about to make it worse moving around trying to lift stuff, get to the fridge, ect.?

Nah baby, that ain’t happening. You can argue your case all you want but at the end of the day, you’re the injured party and he’s bigger than you so he’s gonna get his way.

“If you need something just ask me!”

“Nash, don’t even start, I can do stuff independently at this point!”

“You can get some independent rest, go lay back down.”

And then you get carried back to the little Squishmallow nest he’s made for you, and you gotta stay there til the doctor says you’re good to go. Lowkey on some Yandere kidnapping mess.

Can’t leave the room unless he’s helping you, can’t pick your own food, can’t do nothing. 💀

“Nash move, this is overkill!” You try one more time to get him to chill the hell out.

He just leans over you and kisses your pout. “Next time you’ll play more carefully, won’t you doll~.”

Just this once, he will bring you junk food and not make a big deal out of it.

“Spoiled brat.” Shaking his head in feigned disappointment.

“But you did that, tho.”

“….Damn, I did.”

#courtsidewith #courtsidehcs #KNB #jason silver #jason silver x reader #knb jason #courtsidewithjs #courtsidewithng #knb nash #nash gold jr x reader #NASH GOLD JR.

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zibiscusloon · 2 years

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Finally finished all the new episodes! Therefore I’m screaming all my thoughts at you guys cause I’m a dumb mess and you guys are the only people who tolerate my gibberish!

Jailbroken

-Oh my poor sweet idiots..

-oh lord they’re trying to escape-

-Let them out of the gay baby jail box! They’ve done nothing wrong! >:(

-I will continue to argue the absurdity of Inkwell Isles justice system. Cupsy & Mugsy steal cookies: jail time. Saltbaker attempts three counts of murder: community service-

-Mugman would make the best of prison-

-Miss Cyclops my beloved 💕

-Mugsy immediately being down to get out when he saw Cuphead get upset was genuinely wholesome 💕 (the two fight a lot this season so I treasure every wholesome moment-)

-They’re happy to be grounded akajshsj lmao-

Charmed and Dangerous

-Boys you ain’t getting those cookies sweeties stop trying

-Chalice! 💛💛💛

-Of course she has a mob after her

-She continues to a master of manipulation. Good for her.

-the Goat-

-they fucking stole his car-

-Hilda!! 💕💕

-Aaaandd they crashed-

-Oh hey! The mob! :D wait that’s bad-

-“Remember when I said I was lying about the angry mob? Well, the funny thing is, I was lying about lying about the angry mob!”

-“And it’s true. Chalice is a lying grifting friend-abandoning thief who-“ well damn Mugsy go off I guess-

-Boo! 👻

A High Seas Adventure!

-This is probably one of my favorites-

-BOYS PUT THOSE SWORDS DOWN OH LORD-

-Brineybeard! :D my favorite simp!

-Y’all are sleeping on “Sweets for me Sweet”, it’s genuinely catchy-

-I strive to be that parrot, sassy lil shit-

-💕💕CALA MARIA 💕💕

-He’s so in love-

-“Cala Marrrria!! Hiiiiii!!”

-“You talk to much.” Her.. her voice 😳

-THEY BROKE HIS FUCKING LEGS-

-Yes! Slay Queen! We live a girl loving being an absolute monster!

-Same Mugsy-

-Briney is respectful and I feel everyone forgets that. Won’t call Cala anything she doesn’t wanna be called.

-Overall I was a huge Calabeard shipper back in like 2017 so this episode really made me happy-

-Mugsy’s a real pirate 💕🥹

Another Brother

-How the hell do they get into town now that I think about it- there’s a hug ass cliff there-

-Protective Mugsy-

-Ew Bowlboy-

-Boys please get along once this season-

-“Chess?!! Without helmets???!!!”

-He.. he wants to.. be.. Cuphead. Stay away from my boy you lil shit-

-Anddd goodbye Bowlboy! You creepy lil shit! (affectionate & derogatory)

Sweet Temptation

-And Cuphead knows no self restraint. Who’s really shocked.

-Mugsy how the hell is your Candy not expired. Also who the fuck eats candy like that-

-Cupsy got the boot 😔

-Hey! Sugarland!

-*gasp* BARONESS!! 💕💕

-She’s cursed? Can we get more of her lord please-

-Lmao Cupsy knows what’s up- I’m genuinely shocked he had enough common sense to know the classic lured to eat candy by some lady who wants to eat me routine-

-Gee. Wonder when these two specific rules will be broken.

-And they’re immediately broken.

-Oh lord she really is deranged-

-My lil gummy and ginger boys 🥺 oh lord don’t eat them-

-Whippet Creampup is genuinely scary what the hell-

-KETTLE NO-

The I Scream Man

-Mugsy faking sick- ..I can’t say shit I’ve done it before.

-“Errands!!” :D

-My boy wants to be a pirate so bad it’s so cute-

-Calamug shippers y’all are winning this episode with his lil crush. Not my cup of tea but good for y’all. ☺️

-Ice Cream Man- (derogatory)

-Imma be honest and say I honestly thought he was Bowlboy disguised to torment Mugman. He has Bowlboy vibes.

-MUGSY PUT THE CONE DOWN-

-Don’t throw sprinkles in my boy’s eyes!! >:v

-Aaaannnd reading ruined.

-DON’T YOU RUN MY BOY OVER- >:V

-His stupid ass hat-

-.. He spoiled the book. KILL HIM-

-Feral Mugman is best Mugman.

Piano Lesson

-Look at my baby 🥹 living his dream- oh it is a dream. Oh.

-My grandpa always sings this old song about crawdads and I may have hummed it the entirety of the episode because they kept showing up-

-Hey Ludwig! He’s an NPC guy! :)

-Bitch how is you’re limo that long-

-Moogman

-My baby is trying his best ok-

-As a former piano student. Yes Mugman. That instrument is actual hell ti get to sound right.

-Hey! Look at Cupsy! My boy doing great- 🥰 MUGMAN NO-

-“What have I told you about using my hedge trimmer’s to mutilate your brother?”

-And more unhinged Mugman-

-Ludwig! You dirty thief! >:V

-Oh lord and he’s fucking dead-

-That moment at the end was genuinely cute-

Release the Demons!

-My other favorite episode 💕

-Honestly I feel Devil on the anger issues- same dude- same-

-Henchman is trying his best-

-“And of course! He couldn’t name twinkle twinkle little star!!!!-“

-And.. they’re all dead-

-Lil baby Cuphead & Mugman- 🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹

-Their lil coats are so cute-

-💕DICE!!💕

-“And then he had this ..sweater! And it was invisible, and impenetrable, and dumb-“

-Dice Henchman friendship?-

-Hey! I like the funny lil round boy! Hope nothing bad happens to him! (I was soon to be wrong-)

-I love how the gate to Hell is just.. there. Anyone in Inkwell Isles can just go through it.

-Dice you gotta get in your work to!

-And he’s a smooth talker like always

-Have I mentioned how cute Cuphead & Mugman are this episode?

-NOOOO!! LIL ROUND BOY!! DICE WHY-

-Devil in a towel Devil in a towel Devil in

-The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?!- 👀

-annndd they want pie.

-Cuphead is (legally) free!! :D (Devil clearly doesn’t care but I’m still happy for my boy)

-Stickler you bold lil shit-

-I’ve actually been wondering if the sweater affected all demons or just the Devil. So this answers my question.

-This episode exists to ruin Devil’s day.

Dead Broke

-Chalice! 💛 my favorite spooky girl!

-ICE CREAM MAN- (double derogatory)

-This plan actually completely works on paper. Just saying.

-Sally Stageplay!! :D she’s rocking her outfit can I just say- slay Queen!

-“Do you have any idea what’s it like to be stuck in the same house as your sibling, day in and day out?” “Yep.” Felt that-

-Feel this is supposed to be a reference to how Chalice kept getting kidnapped by ghosts in the game.

-NO!! MY BABIES ICE CREAM MONEY-

Rat’s All Folks!

-Well damn Elder Kettle what that fly ever do to you-

-Aw they’re making him a cake (oh. It’s so he’ll do something for them. Seems about right.)

-Werner Werman!! The bastard! :D

-“We don’t know that’s how he got in.” “That’s how I got in.”

-Cheeky bastard-

-He ate the cake!! >:V damnit-

-Stop torturing my boys please-

Say Cheese

-Another fight

-AMUSEMENT PARK- MOVIES- AMUSEMENT PARK- MOVIES- AMUSEMENT PARK- MOV-

-Look at them in their dumb lil suits-

-Kettle’s dark origin story-

-OH LORD WHERE’D HE GET A FLAMETHROWER- (He just.. has that in the back of his truck??)

-Guess it’s bully Elder Kettle hours

-Mugman who’s side are you on-

-Kettle put the golf club down-

-I like that bee cop lady-

-Oh my gosh they’re still wanted-

-Shouldn’t the statue of limitation on Kettle’s charges be up?? I don’t know the statue on limitation on arson but he did that in his youth and he’s an ol grandpa now-

-Yeah! Family mugshots! :D

Lost in the Woods

-This whole episode is just the grasshopper and the ant in some way

-Don’t split up- annnddd they split.

-Cupsy just get bullied by wildlife for 14 minutes

-Lil feral Cuphead lil lil feral Cuphead lil fer-

-How the hell did he- Mugsy you should go into real estate! Look how quick you made that cabin!

-Mugsy tries to kill Cuphead this season: Part 2!

-Cuphead’s such a lil gremlin this episode-

The Devil’s Pitchfok

-My other favorite episode! (That also hurts me-)

-It’s a beautiful day in Inkwell Hell! *distant screaming*

-Devil is such a pathetic lil cat man- feel that-

-The writer is- audacious- I mean go off dude write an article dissing the fucking Devil-

-He deserves to have fun! :D burn that city down!

-Mugsy is just the type of older brother who unknowingly embarrasses you-

-Devil & Henchman getting all giddy about Devil’s work is genuinely so wholesome-

-De-Dev you forgot something- andddd he’s gone. This won’t go horribly wrong.

-And they found it- oh lord now there’s fire-

-Mugsy, sweetie, never change.

-Think they’ve just killed people with pasta

-He made Mount Mugmore! 🥹 That’s so cute- oh hi Devil.

-Mugsy & Cupsy bully Devil, part.. uh.. lost track at this point.

-“Goodbye to Cuphead.”

-NOOOOOOOOO!!

-Dude the fucking guilt on his face-

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

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yuurivoiceincorporated · 2 years

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can we get some bittersweet trio fluff? missing them rn

Squishmallow Squad, Assemble!

Alphonse x Seth x reader

I just really love squishmallows.

This can be read as poly, if desired.

“Man, I haven’t been in a Walgreens in…ever, I don’t think,” Seth sighed as he adjusted his jacket.

“Wait, really? You haven’t experienced the joys of a Walgreens?”

You looked at him, dumbfounded. How could someone live a life like that?

“Nah, nah, he’s lyin’” Alphonse interjected. “We went to Walgreens once when we were kids. You don’t remember, Seth?”

“Um, no, I can’t say I do… though, it has been a while. Why are we here anyway?”

“Snacks.” You took out the messy, handwritten list created by Alphonse. “We’re having a movie night and we’re low on snacks.”

“Ah, I see. Do you know what we’re watching?”

Alphonse picked up a bag of unidentified, small candies, analyzing it carefully.

“Nah, it’s a surprise as far as I know. Unless Boo here has got something in mind.”

“Nope! It’s a total surprise to me, too. I guess we’ll decide once we go home, right Seth?”

No response from Seth.

“Uh, Seth?”

You and Alphonse took a look at Seth, who was holding a medium-sized squishmallow in his hands.

“Hey, what are these things?” Seth asked, still holding the soft, round plushy in his hands.

“Oh! Those are them…uh…” Alphonse snapped his fingers repeatedly, trying to remember what they were called. “Squishmallows! Yeah!”

“Squish…mallows? What kind of name is that?”

You picked one up from the shelf.

“It’s because they’re really squishy and soft, like a marshmallow.”

“Uh-huh…”

Seth still hadn’t let go of the Squishmallow.

“You look pretty enamored with that thing, huh, Seth?” Alphonse shot him a cocky, quizzical look.

“Wha-! No! I was just…uh…looking at it.”

He put the Squishmallow back on the shelf.

“Uh-huh… I ain’t never seen you look at something like that.”

“Seth, if you want, we can get it for you. It’s really no trouble at all.”

You gently took the Squishmallow out of his hands and put it in the basket.

“It’s okay, you really don’t have to. It’s just some toy.”

You and Alphonse looked at him questionably.

He sighed. “Okay, okay. Maybe, just maybe, I thought it was a little neat.”

You and Alphonse looked at each other, smirking, then back at Seth.

“Okay, fine. The moment I looked at this thing, I knew my inner child would be fixed. It’s just so…soft! And huggable! How do they make such a blessed thing?”

“Well, alright,” Alphonse picked up the basket with the Squishmallow and snacks inside.

When you all got into the car, Seth wouldn’t let go of it.

You and Alphonse continued to give him that same cocky look.

Seth noticed the both of you, startled. “Hey! What are you guys looking at?”

#yuurivoice #x listener #x reader #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice seth

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skinnyducky · 3 years

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good 4 u // v.h.

a/n omg i missed y’all so much! i’m finally on break and have some time to write. just a lil update: thee tour series is still going on, i’m currently just writing and revising all of it so y’all won’t have to wait for updates. but anywho, here’s something that’s been in my drafts since november. I believe this was inspired a little bit by scott pilgrim (another fav movie of mine) so hope you enjoy!

vinnie hacker x singer!reader

Word Count: 2034

WARNING: language...and i think that’s it. idk, there’s probs more but i just don’t remember.

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“There’s no way.” You growled, peeking your head out from the side of the stage. You scanned the crowd of the dive bar, finding the very person you never wanted to see in your life standing dead set in the middle. Vincent Hacker. And he managed to bring his new girl with him too. Ain’t that something. “What the fuck.” You scoffed.

The two of you had been broken up for about a month or so, and the week after you called it quits…he went and got with another girl. You weren’t as upset about this though. Sure you were a little pissed he moved on quickly, but what really made you hate the kid was the fact that he pretended you two weren’t even a thing. He went around on social media, acting as if you never happened. Like, what the fuck is up with that?

“Why is he here?” You asked yourself. It was a stupid question considering you knew the answer. You were the one who sent him the invite. But it was out of spite; you didn’t expect him to come to your gig. Nonetheless, the show must go on…and you were going to make sure he had the time of his life.

After a couple more minutes of waiting around, the show was about to start. The club owner, Frank, took to the stage while your band and crew got set up behind him. “What’s up, Los Angeles?” He greeted, earning cheers from the audience. “Now, I know why you’re here and I won’t keep you long. All I wanna do is remind y’all that for tonight, drinks are cheap, and food is half off.”

“Get on with it, old man!” someone from the crowd shouted. Frank grumbled into the mic before putting his happy-go-lucky grin back on his face. “Alright, alright. Without further or due, we are proud to welcome to the Ugly Duckling Dive Bar…Y/f/n Y/l/n!”

The audience went wild as you walked onto the stage. As you stepped up to the mic, you kept your eyes on Vinnie, sending him the nastiest glare you could muster up. If looks could kill, he’d be dead by now.

“Hello, Los Angeles.” You spoke, removing your eyes from the boy. “Thank you guys for coming. Even as a smaller artist, it’s nice to know that I can sell out a show and fill up a venue no matter the size.” This earned you a couple of laughs from your fans.

“Anyways, I wanna do something very special tonight. I live in L.A., this is the place where my dreams came true, and this city has done a lot for me, y’know. So as a token of my appreciation, I wanna perform something new.”—everyone went wild—“Can I do that? Can I perform something new?”

A chorus of yeses and “yes mommy” rang out through the bar causing you to smile. “Alrighty, well let’s get this show started.” You turned to the band and waved four fingers to them. They instantly caught on and waited for your signal.

“This is a new song I wrote. It was originally a letter to my ex…well, a text.” You said, “It was a message to him, a message that I’m happy he’s moved on, that his life has gotten better, and that he’s managed to pretend as if we never happened.” Everyone gasped and booed while you stared daggers at Vinnie. It was clear from the way he was fidgeting that he was uncomfortable. His girlfriend on the other hand was living for this. She must be a fan…how cute.

As you two looked directly at each other, you said, “So to my ex, I say good for you.” With that, your band began playing, your bassist taking lead.

“Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily,” you sang softly, both hands wrapped tightly around the body of your mic. “You found a new girl and it only took a couple of weeks.” There was nothing but venom and emotion laced in your tone as you scowled at Vinnie. He stood out like a sore thumb in the horde of screaming fans. There was nothing he could do, he was vulnerable…and you loved every minute of it.

“…Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy, not me…if you ever cared to ask,” you spat, jumping around on stage and swinging your hips every which way. All that anger, all that pent-up emotion you had been bottling up…it was now being released. You’ve never felt better than now. You continued with the sound, never detaching your eyes from Vinnie. You were sure if his new girl wasn’t here, he’d be pissing himself right about now.

Finishing the song, you sang, “Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily.” You were met with outstanding applause from your fans as you bowed and clapped for your band. The mini-show continued, and you performed a few more songs, ending with a cover of Red by Taylor Swift. “Thank you, thank you,” you laughed, “I love you, L.A. I promise you the album is coming soon!”

You and your band walked off stage but instead of hanging with them backstage, you decided to retreat to the bar for a couple of drinks. You maneuvered through the swarm of fans, taking pics and waving to a few of them. After what seemed like forever, you finally made it to the bar. You tapped on the counter, getting the bartender’s attention, and ordered your favorite drink. As you waited, you heard a deep hum beside you…a familiar deep hum. You glanced to the side and there stood Vinnie, leaning against the bar with his back turned to you.

You couldn’t help but laugh in your head at the obscurity of the situation. But you were gonna have a little bit of fun with this.

“Well, well.” You cleared your throat, nearly scaring the boy to death. He turned and the minute he looked down at you, he groaned. “What do we have here?” You teased, placing your hands on your hips.

“Y/n.” He replied.

“Hello, Vincent. Didn’t expect to see you here. Thought you’d be at home…playing your little video games.”

He gave you a puzzled expression. “You invited me.”

“Did I?” You pretended to think for a minute. “Must’ve forgotten. Anyways, how are you?”

“I’m—”

“That’s good. I’m good too.” You interrupted. “You look nice. You grow a couple of inches? Get a haircut or something? Trying to look good for your brand new girl, huh?”

Vinnie ran his hands through his new haircut, trying his best to hide it. “Uhm, yeah…I did.”

“That’s nice. Speaking of your new girl, where is she?”

“Oh, I— Um, she’s…she went home. Yeah…she got really sick. I think it might’ve been the food or something. Should’ve listened to Jett when he said the burgers here weren’t really edible.”

You gave him a fake pout, crossing your arms. “Oh, that’s terrible. She didn’t seem sick during the show. In fact, it looked like she was having the time of her life.”

“Yeah, she’s just—”

“I’m back.” Speaking of the devil. “Boy, it took me a good minute to get into the bathroom. That line is long as heck.” She planted a kiss on Vinnie’s cheek before turning to you. The moment she saw you, she squealed in excitement. “Oh my gosh, no way! You’re Y/n!”

“Yep, that’s me.” You chuckled, looking the girl up and down. “And what— I mean, who are you?”

“I’m Macy, it’s so nice to meet you. Big fan!” She was quite the cheerleader…far from Vinnie’s typical type. “Vinnie-Poo has told me so much about you.”

You gasped, glancing at the flustered boy. “Oh, Vinnie-Poo’s been talking about me, has he? All good things I hope?”

“Of course! When he told me you and him used to be friends, I couldn’t believe it. But then I remembered he’s practically famous, so it didn’t seem that wild.”

Out of everything she said, one word stood out to you: friends. “He said we were friends?”

Macy nodded, “Yeah. He said you two used to be really good friends. Then you fell out of touch because you had to focus on your music.”

“Oh is that what he said?” You looked over at Vinnie, watching as he looked around the room while scratching the back of his head. “Hm, that’s not exactly how I remember our relationship.”

“Hey, Macy, why don’t you go try and find Liza?” Vinnie said. The brunette looked at the boy in confusion. “She’s in the line for the bathroom. I saw her when I got out of there.”

“Still, go try and find her. Make sure she’s okay.”

“But—”

“Macy.”

“Okay.” She quickly went on her way, not before muttering, “It was nice to meet you.”

That left you and Vinnie to yourselves. Given the way he was sweating bullets, he’d rather be anywhere but here. “So, we were just friends? That’s cute.”

“Hmph, cute. Kinda like your song. That was real cute.” He said, ever-so defensively. “And by the way, I do not appreciate being referred to as a damn sociopath.”

You scoffed, “Who’s to say the song’s about you?”

“You were staring at me the whole time.”

“Was I?” You tapped your chin. “Hm, must’ve forgotten…much like how you forgot we were ever a thing. Or no…wait, you didn’t forget. You just completely erased our relationship.”

“Y/n—”

“And then, you go and get with some cookie-cutting Mary Sue. I mean, you parade her off on social media, going on and on about how good life is with her. Literally…what the fuck is up with that?”

He rolled his eyes. “Jealousy isn’t a good look, Y/n. And I love her. Why wouldn’t I show her off.”

“First of all, I reserve the right to be jealous…you broke up with me, remember? And secondly, you don’t love her. If you did, you wouldn’t have come here.”

“How do you know I’m not here because Macy wanted to come?”

“As much as Stacy—”

“Macy.” Vinnie corrected.

“As much as Stacy is a fan of me, I know you, Hacker. And the fact that you didn’t even argue with me when I said you didn’t love her says a lot.”

“And how could you know that?” He asked, twiddling his thumbs.

You smirked, stepping closer to him. “Because I know you’re not completely over me.”

Vinnie chuckled nervously as he fidgeted with the collar of his shirt. You could tell that there was a war waging within him, a battle between his brain and his heart. His brain kept convincing him that he was over you…that he loved St— Macy. But his heart…his heart spoke differently, telling him that he was still in love with you…that you were what he needed. Though, you knew he’d never allowed himself to give in to his heart. That just wasn’t the boy’s nature.

“As I said, I know you.” You added, softly running your fingers up and down his arm. “You’re just using her to fill a void. A void telling you that you miss me, that you want me back. A void that says I’m the only person who ever made you feel alive.”

You moved closer to him until you could practically hear his heart colliding with his rib cage. You brought your lips up to his ear, brushing them against his lobe. “I know you’re trying so hard to pretend you’re over me, but you can only deny your feelings for so long.”

“Y/n, I—”

“Shh.” You pressed your finger against his lips and looked him dead in the eye. “I know you still have my number, Vinnie. We’ll talk when there are fewer people around.”

You moved away from the boy and picked up your drink off the counter. You downed it, feeling the burning sensation trickle down your throat. As you set the glass back on the counter, you gave Vinnie one last good look. “See you soon.” You winked, making your way backstage and leaving the boy in awe.

#vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker x reader

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maximumcheese · 2 years

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Dance of the White Tiger - A Snow Flurry at Dawn 6

Subaru: —Here, this is the last special prize~☆ This stuffed shark’s kinda large, but it’s okay, right?

Ahaha, so you’re gonna carry it home with your friends. Then it’s fine, then.

Tsukasa: Please be careful when take it home with you. Thank you for visiting......♪

Koga: Hey, hey, shopkeep, we’re all outta prizes. We’re completely broke.

He must be pissed off that he lost that special travel voucher.

Rinne: Boo-hoo, my travel voucher…

Or what, you thought I’d be sad or something?

“I'm going on a family vacation with this!” the guy who won the special prize laughed happily.

This is a much better use of the money than my original plan to turn it to cash. I’m kinda lucky, ya know…☆

But I didn't expect it to be over so soon. That’s unexpected. That's what happens when a popular idol works as a shopkeep.

Here, here's your paycheck. Take it, you dick.

Tsukasa: Huh, you’re really going to give us one?

Rinne: What's with that face? Do I look like the kind of guy who makes you work for free, huh?

Koga: I could see it. “Gyahaha ☆ Who’d ya think’d give you that, adios!” then you’d hightail it outta there.

Rinne: When you say something like that, you’re gonna make Rinne-kun cry~

Subaru: Woo-hoo, pocket money ♪ It’s almost like a New Year’s gift…☆

Hey, hey, everyone, since we're at the shrine, let's go pay our respects! First visit of the year!

Rinne: I see…I got someone to watch the store, and I’m not busy right now, so I’ll go with you.

Ah. Can I visit some of my acquaintances while I'm at it? I gotta’ contribute to sales.

Subaru: Sounds good, I wanna tour all the food stalls. Street food’s always so delicious, it really feels special, you know? ☆

Koga: Well, we missed lunch so. Guess I’ll have something to eat, too.

Tsukasa: Me as well, I was curious about the Tornado Potato.

Ah, well. After all the Calories I’ve consumed, I shouldn’t eat anymore….Ugh…

Rinne: What you talkin’ about? These stalls ain’t gonna be here forever, so you don’t need any self-control.

Enjoy the moment. If you're on a diet, let your future self hang in there for you.

You don't want to live your life with the stupid regret of wishing you had eaten the tornado fries back then, right?

Subaru: Right, right? If you’re worried about it, I can eat half of it.

Remember last year when we were carrying around plastic bags? Let's just enjoy the New Year's food stalls, Cathy.

Tsukasa: …That’s right. Since it’s New Year’s, it’s just a matter of exercising again tomorrow.

Today is the last day to enjoy the food stalls…♪

Koga: …Haha. Red-haired kid, you could always say that you were coaxed into it.

But well, it's New Year's. Anyway, not my place to say anythin’ ♪

Time: After an hour

Subaru: —Hey everyone, did you get your fortunes?

Let's show each other what we've got. All right, let's go~☆

Koga・Tsukasa: One, two~!

Subaru: Yay, I got a “Great Luck”! That means everything’s gonna be alright ♪

Koga: I got a “Medium Luck”. It says I’ll find something I lost soon, so that ain’t too bad.

Subaru: Nice, nice, we got lucky…☆

Hey, hey, Cathy, what’d you get?

Tsukasa: ……

Koga: Wow, he's down in the dumps. I guess he got a “bad” one.

Tsukasa: It’s the “Terrible Luck” below that. It says, “Everything you do will backfire.” Looking back, I've had a lot of bad luck today. I am sorry for the trouble I have caused you because I had trouble in our escape.

Thinking that this may continue for a while, it makes me depressed…

Rinne: Gyahaha ☆ It's not a lucky day to be losin’ a game so early in the year!

Give me the fortune you got. I'll tie it up so high that you can't see it.

Koga: Don't worry ‘bout the result. You’re just testing your luck, nothing else.

Rinne: Generally speakin’, when you draw that sorta thing you’re at rock bottom. After that, things’ll just get better, you know?

Tsukasa: I hope that is the case…

Hm? Who just tapped me on the shoulder—?

Aaaaaahhhh! Oneesama!

Koga: Hey you, what’s up with that shrine maiden look? …Helpin’ a girl that you know out?

Subaru: I see, so the business you had to take care of was a part-time job as a shrine maiden, then.

You’re always working hard as a producer, so I hope you’ll take a proper rest at least during New Year's?

Tsukasa: Regarding you, oneesama. Working as a shrine maiden must be a nice break.

Subaru: …Ahahaha, she’s nodding her head. Well, it can’t be helped ♪

Tsukasa: I never thought I'd run into you by chance in this big town… It seems my luck has immediately improved.

Koga: See, it’s just like I said, right? …Anzu, you wonderin’ what I'm talking about? As a matter of fact—

Rinne: ……

(...I gave him the paycheck and went along with the visit to the shrine. It's about time to fuck off.)

(I’m gonna go grab some sweet sake, sounds nice. Adios, kids…♪)

Time: Some minutes later

Rinne: (Somewhere I can chill out for a bit…here works, huh.)

(Damn, the booze’s really hittin’ into my system…Well, I've been on the move since before sunrise.)

(...Ah, that’s right. Let’s see what fortune I drew earlier.)

(I didn't want to open it in front of those guys. What did I get, what did I get…)

(Oh, come on, it’s just “good luck”. That’s so lackluster that it's hard to react, you know? But anyways—)

(Last year was so eventful, huh. If I can have a peaceful time now, maybe it's not so bad after all.)

(If I bring it back with me now, I'll just lose it, so maybe I'll wrap it up for later…Hm?)

Yo, Anzu-chan. What’s up, you need something with me?

…You said you were surprised to find me gone before you knew it? My bad, my bad ♪

I've got my reasons, you know. They and I just happened to be together, that’s all.

...Yeah, yeah, I had them help me out with the raffle.

Famous idols tendin’ a shop’s a great success! I had a lot of fun ☆

.....Hm? What’s this bag…a New Year's gift? You've got some nerve treatin’ me like a child, don'tcha? ♪

......A good luck charm? You’re sayin’ it’s a thank-you for getting you a stuffed animal from the crane game?[1]

Did I do somethin’ like that? Guess I forgot, sorry, Gyahaha ☆

Well, I'll take what I can get. Thanks, Anzu-chan.

“Traffic safety,” huh… I was expecting something along the lines of “Good luck in money” or “good health,” but guess I missed the mark. Why’d you pick this one? Stock clearance?

…Traffic safety’s the best for a dangerous guy like me?

Guess that’s right. A less dangerous me ain’t me at all, that’s someone else entirely.

That’s nice, I like it. No matter how much I misbehave, I know I’ll have Anzu-chan’s divine protection ♪

What, did you expect me to get all docile all of a sudden? Safe drivin’ is so boring, you’re makin’ Rinne-kun yawn over here~♪

I’m gonna deafen you with the sound of my wings again this year, so get ready! Gyahaha ☆

This is a reference to Rinne's feature scout story.

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#enstars #ensemble stars #english translation #rinne amagi #subaru akehoshi #tsukasa suou #koga oogami #dance of the white tiger

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blackdagger456 · 2 years

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Let’s Talk Quickly About: DC Super Pets Justice League Designs

Let me start by saying two things. Number One: I love Super Pers, always have and always will and I’ll be going to see the movie for the SUPERPETS not the Justice League.

Number Two: Having something be made ‘for kids’ does not excuse any bad design or bad plot/summary or actions.

Now onto the talk. Ahem...holy JESUS am I not a fan of these designs.

Superman, Batman and Flash are fine aside from Bruces jawline. Aquaman is a bit iffy but depending on how he talks/acts O can dig it.

As for Wonder Woman, Cyborg and Jessica??

Why? Just—just why!?

Let’s start with Diana. What part of her design spells out Wonder Woman aside from the color Scheme?

Even if you use the JL Animated/Unlimited verse design to try and defend it this doesn’t look good. It just—it doesn’t. I’ll give them props for the leg and armor designs that’s new but everything else feels wrong.

Maybe if it was a design made in the early 2000s, once again calling back to the animated verse at the tome god i feel old, this would be fine but as of today? When so many good WW designs have been drawn, shipped out and loved?

It ain’t for me chief.

Moving on lets go to the man who made me say Boo-Yah as a kid.

I get they were trying to go for one of his really old designs but whoever told someone to give him a half afro needs to be talked too.

For me it just throws off the entire groove. I literally cannot stare at anything else first the hierarchy and contrast makes me zero in on it immediately and i just—I don’t like it.

And now—oh god. Now let’s move on to Jessica Crews.

I had to actually physically go on google and look up who that Gl was because i thought it was one i missed or someone new they made for the film but NO this is JESSICA motherfucking CREWS.

I’m sorry but— what in the actual hell happened during the conception of her design!?

This looks NOTHING like her! At all! Nothing about her design says this is Jessica, i’m usually all for redesigns and reimagining but usually I cna fucking what character I’m looking at!

What is with the mask? What is with the suit? What is with that fucking haircut?!

I swear to Christ if they use that haircut for the trope it’s usually known for nowadays I’m going to flip my actual lid. Ironically I am still fond of that hairstyle and am just saddened by how some media use it for ‘strong female characters’ that do the opposite of what they’re‘supposed’ to be representing.

Just—my god look how they massacred my girl. You look at these designs and the one we’re getting for Super Pets at tell me which is the odd one out.

I needn’t say anything more.

I am just—disappointed.

#blackdagger 456 #dc #super pets #dc super pets #cyborg #wonder woman #jessica cruz #dc jessica cruz #green lantern #lets talk #analysis #dissappointed

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FRIENDSHIP WAS A MISTAKE PART 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

leupagus: Where's my fic where Rebecca dresses up as Ted for Halloween

mardia: Oh my god what a perfect idea

leupagus: And Ted's like "...this is disturbing but also arousing????"

mardia: He’s VERY into her wearing the polo and the khakis

leupagus: Honestly you know what I really want is like, the whole team dresses as Ted

leupagus: Dani and Keeley dress as Sexy Ted

mardia: OMG SEXY TED

leupagus: But it's Rebecca who's like, flooring him

mardia: He just keeps peeking over at her

leupagus: because yes the polo and the visor

mardia: AND THE AVIATOR SUNGLASSES

leupagus: She even sits like him

leupagus: KNEES APART and he's like, "Do I usually look Like That"

leupagus: And Beard is like "only around Rebecca tbh"

mardia: Rebecca’s so smug with herself for getting his body language right

leupagus: although her fake accent is still terrible

leupagus: there's like a competition in the press room to see who can get the accent right

leupagus: Ted's the judge and he fails everyone

leupagus: except like, Bumbercatch

leupagus: who somehow NAILS IT

mardia: I’m imagining Ted sitting where the press usually sit

leupagus: YES

mardia: Holding up a sign

leupagus: Beard and Zoreaux are co-judges

leupagus: since Zoreaux is the closest to a third American they have

mardia: Keeley has Will film the whole thing for the team’s social media accounts

leupagus: Dani has a nipple mishap

mardia: Ironically Ted’s the strictest judge out of all of them

leupagus: I mean OBVIOUSLY

leupagus: Jan Maas gets into an argument because he watched many youtube videos about american accents

leupagus: and Ted doesn't have a Kansas accent

leupagus: they boo him off the stage

mardia: omg Jan Maas turning into a pedant

mardia: Even the ones who can do a semi credible southern accent are getting dinged by ted for not getting the location right

mardia: “What is that, Georgia? Why do you think I sound like Blanche Devereaux?!”

leupagus: HHAHA

mardia: He gets into an extended argument with Beard about someone’s accent, Ted swears up and down it’s a New Orleans accent, Beard says otherwise

leupagus: hahaha YES

mardia: “I’m grading them on a curve!”

leupagus: Beard: who here has dated multiple people from NOLA

mardia: “This ain’t high school chemistry class!”

mardia: AHAHAHAH YES

leupagus: Afterward everyone's gone home except Rebecca and Ted, hanging out in her office

leupagus: and she's still got the outfit on but she's like, turned off the mannerisms

leupagus: and she flings herself onto her couch and fusses at trying to get the mustache off, muttering, "This thing is absolute hell, though I am glad to know I won't have to wax my upper lip this month. And your shoes are a lot more comfortable, I must say."

leupagus: And Ted's still got all these Thoughts and Feelings so he goes over, sits on the table in front of her and is like, "here, let me get that," and like, carefully takes it off her, soothing her lip with his thumb

leupagus: And he puts it carefully down on the table and then tugs off the wig, letting her hair tumble down, and he murmurs, "There she is," and Rebecca's like "ohhhh god"

leupagus: And they bang on the couch, both of them just - laughing, because finally, finally, and it's lovely and breathless

leupagus: and she straddles his hips and peels off her polo and teases him "I should've known you were a closet narcissist this whole time, next time I'll dress myself as a mirror to get your attention"

mardia: omg

leupagus: and Ted laughs and pulls at her belt -- his belt, he realizes, one he'd lost track of a few weeks ago, and he realizes these are his clothes that she stole from him and he's so hard for her he can't think straight

leupagus: and he manages "You've had my attention ever since I met you, Miss Welton," and she shakes her head at him, smiling, because it's true - even then, even when she thought he was an idiot and he thought he would never love anyone but his own wife

mardia: I LOVE IT

mardia: And fuck me, Rebecca stealing his clothes when he’s not looking!!!

mardia: I’m just imagining her scurrying away with them and cackling

mardia: In reality she probably smoothly palmed them or w/e

leupagus: I mean either way is hilarious

leupagus: OMG you know how I want it to go down

leupagus: the whole prank is Nora's idea

mardia: !!!!!!!

mardia: YES

leupagus: Like, Season 3, I'm sure Ted is going to start the season a little down

leupagus: and like maybe actually able to allow people to see that?

mardia: oh yes I love that

leupagus: So they're doing fine in the rankings, whatever etc

leupagus: But Nora comes to visit in like September and is like

leupagus: what's wrong with Mum's fuckbuddy?

mardia: LOL

leupagus: who she actually really likes

leupagus: and like, maybe there's some idle thinking on her part of what if Ted became her stepdad one day

mardia: Rebecca is like, still mad that ruining Nate’s entire existence won’t cheer Ted up

leupagus: hahaha

leupagus: Rebecca: I've TOLD him about my plots to utterly destroy Nathan and West Ham

leupagus: and he's STILL SO MOROSE, baffling

leupagus: So Nora does some investigating and finds out that Ted loves Halloween, and is sad to be spending a second year away from Henry during said festival

leupagus: so she's like "why don't you throw a Halloween party, Aunt Stinky?"

leupagus: IDK whose idea it is for everyone to dress up as Ted

leupagus: Will maybe?

mardia: Omg yes

leupagus: Because like, that's a cheap-ass costume that the whole staff can manage

mardia: Bc some of his friends are doing it for Halloween

leupagus: because like EVERYBODY dresses like him, from Gail the physio to Laughing Liam to Jamie

mardia: YES

mardia: the whole club can get into it which Ted would really appreciate

leupagus: Higgins secretly makes a special order of polos in everyone's sizes

mardia: And Rebecca is just charmed by the idea, bc it’s perfect AND something she never would've thought of

leupagus: for the whole month of october Ted keeps getting weird questions from people

leupagus

: "are those Khakis from Marks & Sparks?"

leupagus: "Uh, walmart I think"

mardia: The person walks away, grumbling, wondering if Walmart delivers to the UK

leupagus: although some people opt for the sweater or puffer jacket version instead

leupagus: YES

leupagus: ngl I kind of want it to be someone who's like "great! what's a walmart"

leupagus: because surely there are some countries that have never heard of it

mardia: HAH

mardia: listen, props to those countries

leupagus: (interesting (if depressing): Walmart operates "Asda" in the UK)

mardia: Huh!

leupagus: actually that would be great with like, Isaac coming in and asking about Ted's khakis

leupagus: and Ted being like, "oh, you're vibing my style? That's mighty nice of you, Isaac! I got these at Walmart, two for fifteen, on clearance."

leupagus: And Isaac is horrified on like, seven different levels, but he does look over at Beard, who says "Asda, they go by Asda here."

leupagus: and he's like "oh fucking christ" and leaves abruptly

mardia: HAH

leupagus: Roy dresses up but his polo and trousers are black

leupagus: he got a special black visor

mardia: this is going to be even tougher than organizing the dress code for a funeral

leupagus: See I don't think so because I feel like they'd all take the costume thing VERY seriously

leupagus: but Rebecca's the only one who just like, steals his clothes

leupagus: which like, Ted should definitely make a joke about the privilege of the wealthy

mardia: he definitely should

leupagus: And after they bang and they're like, lying in each other's arms on the couch

leupagus: Ted's like "so does this mean I get to dress up as you next halloween, because maybe you'll find out some things about yourself then too"

leupagus: and Rebecca smiles and pulls him in closer and is like "whatever I find out, I'll be sure to let you know"

leupagus: and they live happily ever after

mardia: YES I LOVE IT

mardia: Pls write it!!!!!!!!

leupagus: I JUST DID

mardia: HMPH

#I have LIMITED BANDWIDTH but like 70 different ideas so I'm just sending them out into the wilderness #BE FREE #ficcage of interest #sort of #believe mothereffers

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