#Plan H Is A Go Ladies And Gentlemen

[trashytracktales]

Girl i need. NEED. Lando and reader sneaking out of their own wedding to fuck. i can’t get it out of my head pls pls pls pls.

like imagine himmmm: obsessed with how she looks, can’t stop being handsy and touchy and always looking for kisses and attention that at some point he drags her in some bathroom and gets under her massive bridal skirt AAAASSAASNFHDJS i can’t pls pls make it happen 😭😭

5 minutes. 7, tops | LN⁴

☁️ summary ──── Lando has never been the one to resist her. And on their wedding day, when she looks the most beautiful he’s ever seen her, wrapped in white and glowing just for him, he doesn’t even try.

☁️ pairing ──── Lando Norris x Wife!Reader

☁️ rating ──── explicit

☁️ warnings ──── 18+, mature/sexual content, descriptive language, dirty talk, swearing, banter and emotional intimacy, smut, semi-public, brief fingering & oral ─ (f)receiving, teasing, possessiveness, unprotected (bathroom) sex.

☁️ word count ──── 4.2k

☁️ date ──── Jun. 22, 2025

☁️ a/n ──── Based on this ask, this os was highly requested for some reason, so take a slice until I find a way to finish the other 5 I started 🫴🏻🍰

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,” a voice cuts through the air, loud and vibrating with excitement. “For the first time ever, I have the honor to present you: Mr. and Mrs. Norris!”

A set of double doors at the back of the hall swing open, and a wave of applause and cheers rolls forward as the newly married couple appears in sight.

Lando is holding her hand tightly, like he has no plans of letting go ever again. He looks like a fairytale, wearing a tailored black suit with clean lines down the legs, the kind of cut that says money but doesn’t scream it. His shirt is a stark white beneath, the collar buttoned all the way up, his tie coordinating perfectly with her dress without being too much. There’s a hidden message in those seemingly small choices that might go unnoticed. But they say more than words ever could. No loosened collar means a man who knows exactly who he belongs to, and the matching tie means that, from now on, every step is made with her in mind.

His smile is blinding, spreading all over his face and lighting his features with happiness. He’s not smiling for the crowd or cameras, but for her. His eyes keep flicking sideways to catch hers like he still can’t believe this is real.

“Let’s go, Landooo!” someone shouts, making the guests laugh, and his smile blooms even further.

They walk in perfect harmony toward the center of the room, surrounded by clapping and whistles, artificial fog and confetti, and her dress molds softly against her legs as they move, his steps steady and sure, despite the fact that on the inside, Lando already fainted three times, received CPR twice, and died once.

They reach the dance floor, and as the first notes of their song begin to play, everything shifts. The noise drops off almost instantly, the crowd falling silent, while the lights dim just a little. The music fills the room with something much heavier than melody just as Lando places a hand on her waist, fingers brushing the fabric of her dress. Her back fits perfectly against his palm, and when she gazes up at him with those eyes that still make his heart skip more than one beat, lips curling into a smile that’s been haunting his thoughts ever since the day he’s met her, Lando is gone.

Her dress glimmers, hugging her curves like it was crafted for the sole purpose of undoing him. And truth is, it was.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, starting to guide her in the steps they’ve been practicing for months now. It became muscle memory, carved into quiet mornings before he left for work or rehearsed in his driver’s room between practice sessions; they’ve been stealing moments whenever they could, and now everything blends together effortlessly, like it was always meant to lead here.

She giggles, blushing a little but enjoying the way his voice drops when he’s being honest. Honest and absolutely in love with her.

“Don’t you have other lines, Mr. Norris?” she teases, eyes sparkling under her curled lashes.

He leans in, lips slightly brushing her ear. “Not unless you want to show everyone in here how you melt if I say something else,” he replies under his breath.

She looks at him again, emboldened by the intimacy in his words. “Like what?” she challenges him.

Lando’s jaw clenches. He spins her slowly, her dress fanning out, revealing just enough leg to make his vision blur. When she lands back in his arms, her chest presses against him, and he hisses softly.

“For starters, your boobs look insane in that corset,” he says, eyes flicking down for the briefest second.

She exhales a soft sigh, half scandalized, half thrilled, her fingers tightening around his shoulder.

“It’s torture,” adds Lando, his mouth hovering dangerously close to hers. “I was hard the second you walked down that aisle.”

The girl finally gasps, eyes darting to his. “Lando.”

“I’m so serious, baby,” he insists, laughing softly. “It hasn’t let up. I don’t know how I’m supposed to wait ‘til we get home,” he punctuates it with a look so intense that her knees nearly give out. She clutches his shoulder firmly, her pulse slowly rising, everything below her waist aching at the thought. “I just want to fuck my wife.”

Well, shit.

The word echoes in her head like church bells, giving her chills all over her body — wife, wife, wife! She loves the way he says it, like it’s something he’s earned. She melts further into his frame, their bodies brushing in a way far too suggestive for the room full of people watching them.

She lifts her chin, brushing her nose against his in the barest tease of affection. “You’re not the only one suffering, you know,” she whispers, her lips grazing his. “I’ve been a mess since I saw you in this tux,” she continues, smoothing the material with her palms sliding down his chest. “My husband looks like sex.”

Lando lets out a high-pitched chuckle. “Shoot me in the balls, it would hurt less.”

“I really appreciate the visuals,” she laughs in return.

He twirls her once more, slower this time, his eyes never leaving her. When she lands back in his arms, her back arches just slightly, pressing her breasts against his chest. It’s easy to feel the shift in him, and how his fingers tighten around every part of her body that he’s touching.

As the song is coming to an end, Lando’s hand slides up to her throat, holding her there. Her breath catches right away, but he doesn’t wait for permission. He already got it the moment she said yes to him in fornt of their families, friends, and the entire world. So he crashes his mouth to hers, putting up a show for everyone, without shame. It’s not the delicate kind of kiss people expect during a first dance. It’s months of tension and restraint, and the thrill of calling her his wife unleashed all at once. Her fingers curl into the lapels of his suit, so dizzy that she can barely hear the music anymore. But she feels it in the way their bodies sway together, the way the room goes still again, before the crowd erupts in wild applause.

Just as the final chord fades out, his lips leave hers, bringing her back to reality.

“Should we dip?” asks Lando, staring at her with a subtle look.

She arches a brow, grinning. “Dip?”

��Yeah,” he shrugs with a slight tilt of his head, completely serious despite the smirk. “Sneak out. Just for a bit.”

Her eyes widen. “We can’t leave our own wedding, Lando. We literally just got here.”

He smiles, leaning in closer, voice laced with enough honey to make her swoon. “Come on,” he insists. “Just a quickie in the bathroom,” his lips touch her cheek gently as he speaks, “We’ll be five minutes. No one’s gonna notice.”

She pulls back to shoot him a questionable look. “Five minutes?”

Lando rolls his eyes. “Alright. Seven, tops,” he says.

Her pulse is jumping wildly as she presses a hand to his chest, half to hold him back, half to steady herself. “Baby, our parents are here.”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “As if we didn’t go at it in my childhood bedroom with my mum watching The Crown across the hall,” says Lando in a casual voice, studying her face. “What?”

“You’re such an idiot,” she says, fighting to hide a smile.

In response, Lando lifts his left hand to her eye level. “Your idiot,” he reminds her, pointing at the ring on his finger. “Forever.”

The girl shakes her head. “Your point?” she asks.

Lando grins. “I’ll make it fast, darling,” he assures her, his hand sliding around her waist, fingers pressing into the small of her back. “I’ll be in and out. Like, literally”

“So romantic,” she says sarcastically. “My husband, everybody!”

Just then, the voice of the wedding planner cuts in again, echoing through the mic like a divine intervention, “Now that the dance floor is officially heated up,” she calls cheerfully, “We’d love for all of you to join the lovely couple and let’s get this party started!”

She hesitates. For just a second, and that second is all he needs. He sees the flicker in her eyes, the war between logic and lust and, luckily, he knows her too well to know exactly which one’s winning this time.

With a playful wink, he intertwines his fingers with hers and gives her hand a gentle, insistent tug. “Come on, Mrs. Norris.”

As they weave through the crowd, hands still clasped tightly, guests stop them every few steps, offering hugs and heartfelt congratulations. They smile, nod, thank everyone politely, but there’s a quiet urgency in their movements, a shared look between them like they’re trying not to be swept up in the chaos. If they could melt into the walls unnoticed, they would, but right now, all they want is to be alone.

For just five minutes. Seven, tops.

The second they disappear around the corner, his hand is already on her waist, pressing her back into the wall beside the bathroom door. His mouth finds hers again as hot as earlier, pulling soft whimpers out of her.

The bathroom is nothing short of extravagant, like everything else at this wedding. Soft golden sconces glow against marble, casting a warm light that reflects off the tall mirrors lining on the walls. The sinks are sculpted from polished stone, ivory and veined with gold, with delicate faucets that look more like something made by Michelangelo than plumbing. Plush white hand towels are rolled perfectly beside trays of expensive perfumes and colognes. Everything sparkles, and it smells like luxury: jasmine, sweet vanilla, and a hint of champagne.

They stumble through the door like they’re drunk, her giggles breathless and lips kiss-bitten, while Lando spins her gently and backs her toward the counter. Her body presses to the edge, dress fanning out as she leans back whithout resistence. Then her leg slips out from the slit in her gown, forcing Lando to drop to his knees immediately, as if pulled by gravity.

He shoots her one look, with dark eyes and puffy lips from all the kissing. His hands trail slowly up her thighs, parting them delicately, then pulling her panties down. The white of her dress pools around his shoulders, brushing against his cheeks and collar, framing him in folds of pearlescent fabric.

Her mouth goes dry at the sight of him; he looks angelic between her legs, surrounded by pure white, but when his tongue touches her, there’s nothing holy about it.

Lando groans the second his mouth finds her folds, his hot tongue lapping confident strokes that make her head tip back against the mirror with a dull thud. He said quickie, but doesn’t rush. He tastes her like he’s savoring the first gulp of water after the Singapore Grand Prix, and hearing her silent moans only makes him thirstier.

“Lan…” she whines, fingers tangling in his curls.

He smiles against her skin, already pulling back, lips wet and glistening. “You are a fucking dream,” he tells her. “Such a mess f’me, you don’t even need prepping.”

He’s up in a blink of an eye, lips brushig her jaw so lightly that she’s sure she imagined it, until Lando cups her face gently, thumb brushing her cheek as he tilts her chin up, searching for her eyes. The warmth of his other hand slides back between her legs, fingers sliding through slick heat. All he gives her is just a couple of slow pumps, the kind meant to tease and announce their presence, not satisfy. His eyes stay locked on hers the whole time, reading every shift of her breath like it’s a private language only he understands.

“You like being sneaky so much that you’re dripping already, hm?”

She’s trembling, thighs closing around his wrist. “No,” the girl lies.

Lando hisses. “No?” he shakes his head, laughing softly. “I think you like knowing they’re all out there celebrating us, while you’re in here soaking my fingers.”

He’s well aware of the effect he has on her; always were. He knows all it takes is just a little look, and she’s done for. It’s a power he’s been taking advantage of countless times in the past, but this time, he uses it almost like a gentle reminder. While maintaing that look, he unbuckles his belt with the other hand, the soft clink echoing in her head like choir of angels. Then, he unzips with practiced urgency, pushing his pants and briefs down just enough to free himself.

And she realizes that Lando was nothing but honest, as usual.

His cock is already hard and flushed, the head swollen, leaking slightly at the tip. He wraps his hand around the base with a quiet hiss through his teeth, dragging it once down his length. He keeps his other hand working between her legs in the meantime, coaxing her higher with every stroke.

“See what my wife does to me?” he asks rhetorically, then slows, easing his fingers out with maddening care, watching her with a knowing gaze.

She can barely breathe at this point.

Deftly, Lando’s hands land on her hips, hiking her dress up her waist, until white silk bunches around them, revealing the heated skin beneath. He hooks one of her legs up over his waist, angling her until her core presses right against him. He knows it was the perfect choice, because her back arches in an instant, and breath starts stuttering when she feels the head of his cock sliding through her folds, catching on her clit and dipping back down, spreading her wetness over both of them.

The skin-on-skin contact makes her whimper in anticipation.

“My pretty liar,” she says, making Lando puff out a sigh. She lets out a shaky breath, body already aching, but the longer he lingers, the more her frustration bubbles up. Her fingers grip his jaw, forcing him to look at her. “You said five minutes,” she whispers, eyes narrowed but glittering. “And now you’re playing games?”

His jaw clenches as he pushes forward, just enough for the head to catch against her entrance. Then, continuing to hold her gaze, he thrusts in. All the way.

Lando chokes on a breath. “I said seven, tops,” he defends himself.

He stills inside, eyes closing for a moment, brain gone entirely blank at the feeling of her, as if it’s the first time. Her pussy grips him tight, warm and slick and perfect and his, and for a second, all he can do is focus on his breathing. No coherent thoughts, no words, just the mind-shattering realization that he’s buried inside his wife.

Each breath is punctuated by the slow beginning of his hips rolling, starting to move, dragging his cock against her walls again and again, as if trying to relearn every inch of her from the inside out.

She’s maddening around him, her body molding to his like it was made for him to hold. In his selfishness, Lando actually believes she was. Because it’s not just the physical. It’s everything that bonded them over time. And now, it’s the weight of the ring on her hand as it clutches at his shoulder. The way she gasps his name like it’s the only word she knows. The look in her eyes that says, I’m only yours.

His breath gets shallow and unsteady in a way she’s never heard him before. Like Lando’s unraveling in real time, coming apart at the seams just from being inside her. And she moves with him, meeting every thrust with the same need. Her nails scrape gently down the back of his head, then dig in when he shifts just right, making her entire body shiver in response.

“Mine,” he chokes on the words, thrusts slowing for a heartbeat as if to savor it, while she hums in pleasure. “Feel how wet you are? That’s all me, yeah?”

She nods, but it’s not enough. She turns her head, mouth finding his jaw, his neck, trying to stay anchored in the moment while her body rocks with his. “Always you, my love,” she replies, sounding like she’s on the verge of despair.

His laugh is breathless, like she’s just broken something open inside him. “Fuck, I won’t last. Two minutes,” he informes her. “Dropped to two minutes.”

She laughs, too. But his next thrust is harder, less controlled, making her cry out instead, all needy and high-pitched. She gasps his name, fingers clawing at the lapels of his tuxedo jacket as his hips continue to move in earnest, thrusting into her with a delicious rhythm. She fumbles with the tie and buttons, trying to peel the fabric from his shoulders, craving more of his heat and skin and the way his muscles flex every time he slams forward. But Lando’s pace only increases, and it ruins her effort.

His jacket slips halfway off, one sleeve hanging limp from his arm, the other clinging stubbornly to his shoulder. He can’t stop. The sight of her like this, with her legs spread, dress hitched up, and soft body pulling him in with every thrust has obliterated every ounce of patience he had left.

“Fucking, fuck,” he growls, burying his face in her neck. His mouth presses a small kiss there, but his lips twitch with restraint, the need to mark her thrumming violently through him.

“Don’t,” she warns, knowing every filthy thought that’s ever crossed Lando’s mind.

“Please,” he whines. “Let them know I fucked you in the bathroom at our own wedding.”

Her voice trembles as she moans loudly, her arms locking around his shoulders, pulling him in closer. Her back arches off the counter, hips meeting his, as her body folds to the rhythm.

“You’re already fucking up my wedding dress,” she gasps, breath hot in his ear. “Trust me, baby. They’ll know.”

Lando pulls back to look at her, sweat beading at his temple, a gremlin-like smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “It’s the only time you’re wearing it anyway.”

After that, his hands clamp down on her waist, firm to fuck her harder, burying himself to the hilt with each movement. She cries out, head falling on his shoulder, completely unraveling for him as her slick walls tighten around his cock. Her body clings to him in every possible way, shaking with the promise of release, and all Lando can do is just hold on, driven by the feel of her, the sound of her, the truth of what they are now.

Husband and wife. And so completely owned by each other.

Her body is ready to give up under his force, every inch of her strung tight with need, already teetering on the edge. Her hair’s falling in messy waves around her flushed face, eyes glassy as she encourages him to take her harder.

Fueled by her demand, Lando does exactly as he’s told.

“My wife.”

Thrust.

“Mine.”

Thrust.

“Making me go crazy.”

Thrust-thrust-thrust.

His words slam into her as hard as his hips do, leaving her gasping, dazed, dizzy. And wanting more. She lets out a string of moans, fingers curling into the fabric of his jacket still stubbornly clinging to his shoulder. Her entire world feels like it’s collapsing around the rhythm of his body and the ragged devotion in his voice.

“You have no idea,” he grunts, “How fucking excited I am to fuck you like this for the rest of our lives.”

“I might have a few ideas,” she replies. “Especially if this is you before our wedding night. What’re you gonna do when I’m wearing nothing but your last name and asking for more?” she asks, tilting her hips enough to make him feel the shift. “Think you can keep up with me, husband?”

A guttural noise tears from his throat as he slams into her faster, chasing the release like it’s his lifeline. Their bodies slap together with wet sounds, the soft rustle of her dress and the quiet creak of the counter drowned beneath their wild breathing.

“That answers your question, eh?”

“Shit. Yes. Fuck,” she replies. “Lando,” the girl pants, mouth brushing his.

And then she breaks. Her orgasm hits fast and hard, her thighs shaking, body trembling as she cries out, voice echoing off the walls of his skull. But before she can fully scream, Lando covers her mouth with his, swallowing the sound.

Their kiss is messy and soaked in panting breaths and wet lips, and with her convulsing in pleasure beneath him, is too much for Lando to hold back. He thrusts deep once, twice, then groans into her mouth as he spills all his love and lust inside her. The blinding sensation knocks the air from his lungs, their bodies shaking together as they fall apart and hold each other through it.

Trying to catch her breath, her cheek rests against his shoulder, arms wrapped loosely around his back, one of her legs still hooked around his waist. His hands stay firm on her hips, not wanting to let go, still inside her, connected, and in no rush to move, because time doesn’t exist in this little corner of their universe.

But a few moments later, Lando lifts his gaze, catching sight of them in one of the tall mirrors. The reflection hits him hard: his dark curls are pointing in every direction, his jacket hangs crooked from one shoulder, tie just halfway undone. Her dress is wrinkled and bunched around her thighs, and her lipstick is smudged everywhere on his face from all the kisses they never planned to stop. And what truly gets him is the look in his own eyes — he’s glowing. Like he’s just crossed a finish line, but this time it wasn’t just him in the car.

He sees her holding onto him like she always will.

He sees himself holding her like she’s the only safe place he’s ever known.

Suddenly, he realizes he’s a husband now. Her husband. And he’s going to wake up to this woman for the rest of his life. Through every challenge, every joy, and every storm, he has a partner that’s here to stay. Even when life throws everything it can at him, she will be his constant. His only source of peace. His home.

Lando’s throat tightens, emotion rising so violently it nearly drowns him. Gently, he leans in, pressing his lips to the shell of her ear, breathing her in as he closes his eyes.

“I promise to always be yours,” he starts whispering his vows again. “To protect your heart like it’s my own.”

Her breath hitches, her brain just coming out of the haze of pleasure caused by her husband.

“To love you when things are easy,” he continues, “And love you even harder when they’re not.”

With teary eyes, her arms squeeze him tighter. Even if she finds it hard to hold him like that, because her body melts under the weight of his words, she does it because she knows how important it is for Lando to remind her that, at the end of the day, it’s about this: them.

She’s just about to whisper something back after Lando stops talking, but he’s always managed to leave her speechles, one way or another. This time, he reduces her to a soft moan when he slowly pulls out of her. At that, her body clenches involuntarily as the absence of him leaves her sensitive and throbbing. The warm aftermath of their pleasure slips slowly out of her, making her thighs twitch around the sensation.

Lando sighs as he watches it happen, forehead dropping to her shoulder.

“Shit, sorry,” he says, voice raspy as if he just woke up. “Didn’t mean to ruin the moment, but fucking hell. It kills me every time I pull out,” he explains, drawing back to look at her, his hand trailing over her thigh, possessive and adoring all at once.

She exhales a breathy laugh despite herself, her chest still rising and falling from the intensity, cheeks all flushed. “You’re such a boy,” she scolds playfully, giving his shoulder a half-hearted push, still giggling.

“I’m grieving,” he says, faking innocence.

“You’re done,” she cuts him off, the affection in her voice making it sound more like a vow than a complaint.

Still perched on the counter, she leans forward, trying to tame the wild curls now clinging to his forehead. Her fingers thread through his hair with the kind of tender frustration only a woman in love can pull off, pushing it back, smoothing it, even if it’s completely in vain.

Lando closes his eyes and hums like a man being worshipped. “That’s your mess, by the way,” he says satisfied.

“Yeah,” she agrees with a smile. “My beautiful mess.”

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[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

🎄 Under The Mistletoe 🎄

Someone in Hellfire plays matchmaker between you and Eddie ❤️ Featuring mischievous Hellfire members, pesky mistletoe and lots of fluff 🎄

Going to open my requests for a little while so if you have any holiday requests then let me know. 💌

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There's a very good reason. Why the holiday season is a wonderful time. For a boy and girl to fall in love.

Cause Santa and Cupid, planned exactly what you did, When you kissed me by the mistletoe above.

We stood there kissin' by the mistletoe. Tingle, tingle. Muah, muah, muah, and away we go, jingle, jingle.

Kissin' by the mistletoe, love came to stay and now it's Christmas every day.

Aretha Franklin - Kissing by the mistletoe 🎄

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Christmas had arrived in Hawkins. The snow was falling casting in the town in an image of a perfect winter wonderland. All Eddie had heard for the last couple of days was festive tunes and jingles, he did like Christmas but this was a bit much.

He couldn't exactly say that he had the best Christmas growing up, when his mom was around it felt special to him, she adored Christmas and Eddie loved that it made her happy.

Then he was left with just his old man and those were the worst times, Uncle Wayne was his bubble of safety and normality then and now. Thanks to uncle Wayne his love of Christmas has returned slowly.

Did that mean he wanted to be driven crazy by hiliday tunes? No. Then there was his enemy of the season. Mistletoe.

All week he had seen giggly, kissing and loved up couples, they were driving him mad. It made him grumpy and twitchy and he avoided the cursed plant like the plague.

At least when he was in the drama club and safely ensconced in all things Hellfire Club related he could relax. He had spent some time earlier setting up for the campaign and it was a good one, a mini adventure which was Christmas themed of course and very exciting.

For a few hours he could be in total DM mode and nothing mistletoe related could happen...

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At five o'clock on the dot Dustin arrived with Lucas and Mike, then everyone else hurried in. Eddie ignores the way his heart skips a beat when he sees you.

"Gentlemen and ladies welcome to this special edition of Hellfire, where we can enjoy the delights of our new festive themed quest and avoid the evil plants of doom... I swear If I see one more hint of mistletoe I'll..."

"Eddie" you say softly and that captures his attention as you point up to the ceiling, he stops mid-rant and his eyes bug out as he sees the mistletoe hung above him. No. Jesus H Christ, no.

The mistletoe was directly above you and Eddie.

His eyes narrow and he looks around the room immediately suspicious, Jeff and Gareth are sniggering to themselves but stop at the look on his face.

"Who did this?" he hisses to the rest of the group and looks at each of them in turn. No one is owning up to putting the mistletoe there and that frustrates him even more because that dreaded thing wasn't there at any other point of the day.

It wasn't there when he was setting up earlier, no pesky mistletoe was in sight and yet now it was just casually hanging above his head, directly above his chair. "That wasn't here earlier, so one of you little shits did this" he snaps.

He could feel himself sweating as you peered up at him, fuck. It's not like he didn't want to kiss you, he really wanted to but he highly doubted that you wanted to kiss him. Why would you?

"We don't have to do this" he says to you, he would never want you to feel pressured into kissing him. He was going to kill (the character) of whoever did this in the most violent way possible.

"Eddie" the way you say his name makes his knees turn to jelly, his usual confidence and don't give a fuck attitude is long gone and now he's terrified.

You see Eddie was totally smitten with you but didn't realise you were equally smitten with him. Which is what brings us to mischievous elves (Hellfire members) plotting this escapade.

Then your lips meet his and he swears his brain short circuits just for a second, he melts into the kiss and then he's kissing you back and you let out a soft moan that goes straight to uh...places and he wants nothing more than to just keep kissing you.

"Ugh that's enough dude, gross" Mike groans and Eddie reluctantly pulls away from you, feels pleased with himself that your lips are all kiss bitten and your eyes mirroring his in complete lust and adoration.

"About time" Gareth sags in relief, now the two of you could stop tiptoeing around your feelings for one another. Eddie sends him a death glare but completely softens when you take his hand and lean across to whisper in his ear.

"We're totally doing more of that later" your gaze is full of need and a tiny bit of mischief and it may be the first time that Eddie has ever wanted to speed run through a campaign. He couldn't wait for later but for now he had to get into DM mode.

If only you would stop looking at him like that, all impish and beautiful then he might be able to concentrate.

While he's making moon eyes at you for a few seconds Dustin, Erica, Lucas and Mike huddle together and discreetly high five.

"Mission accomplished" Dustin beams until Erica frowns and lets out an exasperated huff. "Yeah sure, like you bunch of nerds could have done this without me" Lucas is about to argue but Erica stops him.

"Nope, don't say a word dumbass. I hung the mistletoe because I'm not afraid of Munson like you three are, so this is down to me" She takes a mini bow and leaves the three boys gawking at her as Eddie finally starts the session.

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[azirafuck]

im just SO SURE 1941 crowley had a whole plan of being like "dont worry mrs. H ill get new bottles for your girls and gentlemen" and he was just going to miracle new bottles and the lady was going to be so impressed like "how did you find so many with such short notice?! that's a miracle!" and he could just play out another one of his "im actually the hero" bits but then aziraphale got excited abt the magician thing and he just had to play along to make him happy and have a date together after 80 years of not speaking to eachother and in the end he still got his "I'm the hero" bit. 10/10 as always my dude

[inky-duchess]

Etiquette of the Edwardian Era and La Belle Époque: How to Dress

This is a new set of posts focusing on the period of time stretching from the late 19th century to the early 20th Century right up to the start of WWI.

I'll be going through different aspects of life. This series can be linked to my Great House series as well as my Season post and Debutant post.

Today will be focusing on the rules of clothes with this time period.

A Cut for Every Occasion

As you may know, the wealthy elite and their servants lived extremely regimented lives and every aspect was governed by careful rules. They would be expected to wear the right outfit at the right time, every minute of the day. Any misstep would be noticed at once and be subject to scruntiny.

In the circles of the elite, one would be expected to change for every occasion. One simply wouldn't wear the same outfit they've been lying around the house in to attend tea at somebody's house. Fashion in this era was dictated by the clock and by the event diary of the wearer.

Ladies

Women of the upperclass would be expected to change at least six times a day. When she would rise for a morning of repose around the house, she would simply wear a house gown or a simple blouse and skirt. If planning a morning stroll, she would change into a walking suit which is a combination of blouse, skirt and jacket along with her hat usually of tweed. If running errands or paying a visit to friends, she would wear another walking suit. If riding, she would wear a riding habit and a hat. If hosting tea or taking tea in her own home, she would change into a tea gown with is a lighter more airier gown more comfortable for chilling in. If attending a garden party, one wears a pastel or white formal day gown accompanied by a straw hat and gloves. For dinner, she would change into an evening gown which would be more elaborate and show off a little more skin than her day wear. After dinner and ready for bed, she would change into her nightgown.

Female servants had an easier time of it. A housekeeper and lady's maid would simply wear a solid black gown for the entire day. A cook and kitchen maids would wear a simple day dress for working with an apron. Housemaids would usually wear a print dress with an apron and cap, changing into the more formal black and white attire you would associate with a maid.

Gentlemen

The gentlemen had an easier time but they too were subject to changes throughout the day. Men were expected to wear a suit. The most popular day time suit was a sack suit. These were comprised of plain and loose fitting jackets, worn over a starched shirt with a high collar, waistcoat and straight trousers with ironed creases. These suits were exclusively wool with cheaper ones made of a wool and cotton blend. Grey, green, brown, navy were usual but sine younger men preferred louder colours such as purple which was a trend for a time in the 1910s. These suits were worn about the house or in the city accompanied by a coat. Men would change into tweed if shooting or walking. For garden parties, a gentleman would wear a light coloured suit, usually white and a straw hat. For dinner, a man had two choices: his tails or his dinner jacket. A dinner jacket was for less formal suppers say if dining at home. This was a collection of a jacket, trousers, waistcoat, a bow tie, a detachable wing-collar shirt and black shoes. Lapels of these jackets were edged with silk or satin. Tails were worn at a formal dinner party, at White Tie events. This was made up of a tailcoat, white piqué waistcoat, a starched dress shirt with a pique bib and standing wing collar with a white bow tie. Trousers were lined with trim to hide the seams.

Male servants were soared changing. Footmen would wear their livery around the clock which would resemble white tie to a certain extent or mimic court dress of palace servants. Butler's would wear a variation of a gentleman's evening suit throughout the day. When a male servant is dressed, he usually stays that way. However, a valet or a footman may be taken to pick up during shooting parties where they would wear tweed walking suits.

Jewellery

Jewellery was an important sign of status in society. Upperclass women of this time has access to untold caches of sparklers but there were rules concerning their use and meaning. Earrings were usually clip ons as women of high status would not pierce their ears. Simple, understated earrings were worn during the day with more ostentatious sets were worn in the evening time. Broaches were popular at this time, usually worn at the throat of a gown or blouse or walking suit or affixed on hats. Large stoned rings were worn over gloves while slender bands were worn under. Jewellery was intricate and understated amongst old money whole the nouveau riche went for chunkier stones and larger settings. Tiaras were only worn at White Tie events, held after six pm and almost never by unmarried girls. One would not wear a larger tiara than that most senior lady present. Men would wear tie pins, cufflinks and pocket watches to match any occasion be it for a jaunt on the town or at a formal evening party.

Hats

Hats were a staple in this period. Anybody respectable from any class wouldn't venture out of the door without a hat.

Men would wear hats when heading out but always remove them when entering a building, and never wear one without removing it for the presence of a lady. The bowler was seen as more a servant's headwear while a top hat was reserved for gentlemen. Flat caps would be only seen on gentlemen at shooting gatherings or in the country, they were popular among the common class for any informal occasion.

Women had more stricter rules concern hats. Hats for women were more a day accessory worn while out and about. A woman would not wear a hat in her own home even when entertaining and nor would any of the other female occupants if joining the gathering. A woman would not remove her hat when attending a luncheon or tea or any activity. Hats were held in place by a ribbon or sash tied under the chin or by a hat pin, which is essentially a large needle thrust through the hair. This was the period where women's hats became more ornate and rather large, leading to some critisism. Among servants, housekeepers and lady's maids would not wear a hat while indoors and working but a housemaid or cook or kitchen maid would cover their hair with a cap with housemaids changing into a more elaborate one come evening time. Male servants would not wear hats unless travelling or outdoors.

Gloves

Gloves are a staple in this period and worn only at the opportune time. Among servants, only footmen would wear gloves and usually only when serving. Butlers would never wear gloves. Female servants did not wear gloves.

Men did wear gloves, usually woollen or leather while outside or riding gloves when out on horseback.

Women wore gloves whenever outside. Day gloves were usually wrist length, with evening gloves stretching to the elbow. During dinner, evening gloves would be removed at the first course and laid across the lap, replaced at the last course when the ladies leave for tea and coffee after where the gloves are then removed again. Gloves are always worn when dancing and at the theatre or opera. If one is sitting in ones box and sampling some chocolate, one can remove their gloves for that.

Hair and Makeup

Make up was a no-no amongst the upper crust and for their servants in England and America, as it was seen as licentious but in France, the use of rouge was accepted. Perfume and cologne were acceptable but excessive use was frowned upon.

Hair was dressed by one's lady's maid. Bouffant updos were popular in this time period for married women. During the last years of this period, women began adopting the 'bob' but this was seen as radical and sometimes scandalous. Unmarried girls could wear their hair down, often with accessories like a bow to adorn their tresses. Servants would always tie up their hair and never be seen with it down or uncovered (though this depended on their job).

Men would comb their hair, slicking it back for dinner. Most men were clean shaven but if they wore beards, they were usually well groomed. Hair was kept short for grown men and teenagers but young boys may wear their hair longer whilst in the nursery.

[shuggymaniac]

Can I share my funny little Shuggy idea with you?

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Remember when Buggy would hold innocent people captive as an audience for his circus shows? I can just picture Shanks in the crowd, loving the entire thing. He hollers and hoots and volunteers to be apart of the show too!

Buggy would put him in those boxes to saw him in half. Fully intending to saw him apart... but what's this? The saw shatters the minute it touches Shanks.

Fine. New plan. He'll feed him to the lion! Wait.. wait, why are all the ferocious beasts laying down and getting pets?

Oh, that does it! Shanks is going into the drown tank next.

Goodness.. that man can hold his breath. This is too boring!

Buggy ends up yapping to Shanks how impossible he is to kill as that delighted redhead just listens and smiles.

I love this! Shanks just here to admire Buggy ignoring everyone's misery. ((People seem to forget he is a pirate))

Shanks moving between the chained audience with popcorn in hand to find a prefect seat.

Shanks: here is good *bends down to chain himself with the people*

*Show starts*

Buggy: Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the show of a life, maybe the last for some of you~

Shanks: WHOAAA!!! BUGGY!! YEAH, you look so cool and intimidating!!

Buggy, muttering: the fuck is he doing here....Again!!

*After a while*

Buggy: for this trick I will need a "Volunteer" from the audience!

Shanks: OH Me!! MEEE!! choose me!!

Buggy: *tries to ignore him* I will put them in this box to-

*Shanks still calling Buggy to choose him, before unchain himself and jumps over the line, still pointing at himself, begging to be chosen as he makes him way to Buggy ending up inches from his face*

Shanks: Bugs, me! Please chose me!

Buggy, done with him: ALRIGHT!!

*He shoves Shanks, who is smiling widely, into a box and locks it*

Buggy:I will saw you in half!!

*The saw shatters at the first contact with Shanks, the audience is Actually in awe by this*

Buggy: h..how....Never mind!! I meant I will lock him in a cage to face my ferocious beasts!!

*Shanks in the cage, still smiling excitedly at being part of Buggy’s show. The lions sense his haki and stay away afraid but Shanks wanting to pet them they reluctantly let him pet them*

Shanks: Buggy's kitties are adorable!

The audience: *talk with with another amazed before they start clapping*

Buggy, irritated, because HE was supposed to be in the spot light: I MEANT I WILL LOCK HIM IN A WATER TANK!!

*Cut to Shanks in the water tanks holding his breath while smiling *

Mohji: B...Boss...it's been half an hour now...

Buggy, angry:...d...damn it!!

The audience: *cheering and clapping excitedly*

Buggy: SHUT UP!!..just let them go I don't want to do the show anymore!

*The end of the night*

Buggy, drunk: I know you were stupid, but you're so stupid that you can't actually die properly!!

Shanks, laughing: Buggy, today's show was amazing!

Buggy: For the millionth time, I WAS TRYING TO KILL YOU!!!

Shanks, wraps his arm around buggy with a drink still in hand: Bugs was always so funny!

Buggy, doesn't pull away: DON'T TOUCH ME!!

*The red force and Buggy pirates watching from a far*

Yassop: it was funny at first but kpw it's just annoying.

Cabaji: agreed.

Benn: If I have to suffer through this so does all of you, crew member or not.

[[The red force and buggy pirates having this dance of watching thier captains interact but not actually ending up being a "thing". Adding to your idea, Shanks knows where buggy does his shows every time because the 2 crews keep in touch to vent a out thier idiot yet admirable captains]]

[veronicaleighauthor]

In Defense of Marian Brook

Two “In Defense” posts in one week? What is this world coming to? This one wasn’t planned though, I’m writing it as a response to the recent episode of The Gilded Age. There are spoilers in this blog post, so if you haven’t watched 3×06, you might not want to read this just yet. Since the recent episode aired, there has been much criticism leveled at Marian Brook for a decision she made. Let’s backtrack a little though – since the end of season 2, Marian Brooke and Larry Russell have been courting. It’s all gone smoothly, both are happy and in love. They come from very different backgrounds – Marian is considered Old Money because of her family and Larry comes from New Money. None of that matters, as I said, they’re in love. In episode 5 of this season, Larry proposed and Marian accepted. Within a few hours, they told their respective families, celebrated, and parted well. In episode 6, while Larry is out west taking care of business matters for his father, Marian leaves a “Dear John” letter at his house.

So, what happened in between? Something major in Marian’s opinion.

The night of their engagement, Larry Russell joined his friends for a bachelor party at gentlemen’s club, the Haymarket. And when I say gentlemen’s club, I mean a house of ill repute. As the audience, we know Larry did not wrong per se. He didn’t engage the services of any of the ladies there. He did party there, he drank, and hung out with Newer New Money friend Jack Trotter. (Just a side note – sweetheart Jack Trotter did nothing too. He seemed more mortified at his surroundings, but that’s just my take on it.) However, Larry kept his little visit to the Haymarket a secret from his new fiancé, leading her to believe they went to a respectable restaurant. No harm, no foul, right?

Marian finds out the truth, that her fiancé went to a house of ill-repute and is devastated. She gives it some thought and ends the engagement. We imagine when Larry returns to New York in the next episode he will find his “Dear John” letter. Much drama, much angst, all Julian Fellowes style. Since Marian and Larry have been intended for each other from the start, in all likelihood they will reconcile at some point and marry. The criticism is that Marian is being stupid, harsh, cruel, and that she should have spoke to Larry before ending their engagement.

Now as a Marian Brook apologist, I support what she did. If I were newly engaged and learned my fiancé visited a house of ill repute the night of our engagement, and out and out lied to me, I would have ended it too. Marian doesn’t know what we know, but even if she did and ended her engagement, I’d still applaud her for it. Let’s take a look at the reasons I feel Marian did what was best for herself.

Larry Russell (and I like Larry, who doesn’t? He helped Jack Trotter make his fortune, he fought to celebrate Emily Roebling’s contributions to the building of the Brooklyn Bridge, he did what he could to save his baby sister from a forced marriage) out and out lied to Marian, hiding the truth of his whereabouts from her. Now, if he felt there was nothing wrong with his behavior, and he was innocent, there’s no reason to hide his actions. You may argue that Marian is overreacting, but ask yourself: if on the night of your engagement your fiancé visited a house of ill repute and lied to you about it, would you be as understanding? I wouldn’t be.

Nothing happened – true. But what if Marian went ahead with the engagement and marriage and Larry continued to visit the Haymarket after they were wed? If he saw nothing wrong with it when they were newly engaged, he might feel the same when they were newly married. Perhaps he would think it’s all right to visit the Haymarket even after they have children. He may never cheat, but is it really okay for a fiancé, husband, and father to go to a place like that? Yes, Larry has sown his wild oats in the past, but at this point he wants to embark on a new life with Marian. He is committing to her and their future and to being a family man, and a moral man. No, visiting the Haymarket isn’t acceptable at any point during their relationship. He ought to look to his father, George Russell as a great example of a good husband. Yes, he is a holy terror in the business world, but George adores his wife and puts her wants and needs above his own. Maybe I’m wrong, but I don’t think George Russell would go to the Haymarket.

Marian now distrusts Larry – this is not a foundation to build a marriage upon. She has some trust issues when it comes to men. We first meet Marian when her father left her penniless and homeless in the first episode of the show. Her first love, Mr. Rakes, was a fortune hunting social climber who dumped her for an heiress. Her second engagement was to Cousin Dashiel – a genuinely good man still mourning for his wife. The men in Marian’s life have continually let her down, and she feels Larry has let her down too. If she can’t trust Larry now, she won’t be able to trust him if they marry.  

In a recent Deadline article, the actress who portrays Marian, Louisa Jacobson, insists Marian is protecting herself. Believing that her fiancé engaged the services of the ladies at the Haymarket, were she to marry Larry, she would be endangering her health as he could be a carrier of an STD. Best she ends it now, because once she’s married, that’s it. There’s no escaping a bad marriage – not really.

In the Victorian Era, marriage was usually for forever. Now this season, Charles and Aurora Fane are divorcing. But he is the one demanding the divorce that way he can marry the one he’s been having an affair with. As a divorced woman, Aurora will be shunned. Marian has been observing what Aurora is going through. One day Charles seems to love Aurora, the next day he doesn’t. Marian perhaps wonders if that’s how it will be with Larry. He says he loves her, but appears to be carrying on with others. What if Larry were to decide to discard her as Charles discarded Aurora? Marian is wise to avoid what she thinks might be a bad marriage.

Marian says to Peggy at one point – and I’m paraphrasing – that a marriage shouldn’t be built on secrets and lies. In this instance, she is advising Peggy to be absolutely honest about her history, that way they have a firm foundation to build their marriage on.

I’m reminded of Amy March’s speech in the 2019 of “Little Women.” A bit on the nose, it does explain what marriage truly was in those days for the fashionable world. The sentiments are echoed by Bertha Russell, Larry’s mother, throughout this season. Aunt Agnes also says as much throughout the show. Here is the scene below:

A woman forfeits all of her rights and agency when she marries. In the Victorian Era, when a girl of high society was out, it was the freest period of her life. Except for Gladys- sorry Gladys. Marian is still able to make her own choices. She may be head over heels in love with Larry Russell, but she’s trying to be smart about this. She may not be an heiress, or in Bertha’s opinion considered Larry’s equal, but she still has self-respect.

Do I hope that Marian and Larry reconcile? If they can be honest with one another and find a way to move past this. Mostly, I want Marian to be happy and safe. And if that’s not with Larry Russell, then so be it.

What are your thoughts?

[narcissarina]

Darkened Desires

Prologue and Chapter 1: The sun || Chapter 2: The moon || Chapter 3: The moon || Chapter 4: The sun || Chapter 5: The sun

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 1,373

Tw: praise kink, degradation, kidnapping, tourture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, gore, deaths, age-gap, corruption, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, mentions of human trafficking on the near chapters, slowburn.

Warning: This fanfiction may contain kidnapping, torture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, age-gap, corruption, vigilante Scaramouche, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, and more. This fiction will continue grow darker as chapters goes by.

Your mental health matters.

CHAPTER 6:

THE MOON

I took her to a familiar flower shop, base on her files—I coincidentally made her meet up a friend, I watch her laugh, smile, and tease around with her friend. I get constant glance from her friend, who seems to be suspecting something but didn’t say anything.

I could only smile, not just an ordinary friendly smile. I smiled with intent of possible murder, dark and twisted smile that gave her friend a shudder.

Funny enough, I could stand for a minute or so until a figure I caught in my eye stood out, they were rushing and sweating, a boner in his pants as he disappeared in the alley across the road.

I lean down to my sunshine to excuse myself, she could only nod and hum timidly, fuck. How I could just fucked her in the car right here and there, but patience is virtue right?

Left and right, I look at passing motorcycles and cars as I made my way down the road. I rush a little, not wanting him to get out of my sight, I turn left and saw him went through that door. I took my gun out, held it firmly in between my fingers, my other hand on the knob—turning it and using my body to rush in.

It was dim, but not too dark.

“Hands up and on your fucking knees!” I said, wow. I sounded like a shitting police officer—I am not doing that again. And it fucking smells here, as if someone just got done emptying their balls.

Of course, fucking sickos.

I shot the ground, the sound ringing in every corner of this room. I see a girl whimpering from pain as a grown ass man was gripping the poor girls hair tightly, “let go of her,” I said, pointing and threatening to shoot.

He listens and the girl came running at me, “good boy,” I shot him. Right in the leg while covering the girls ear and hugging her tightly close to me, “fucker.” I curse and turn to the girl, I heard the man scream—calling a backup huh? I hear footsteps come running down, I put the girl outside and held her shoulder, “hey, little girl. Run and take a right, go to the lady that’s sitting on the flower shop. She’ll help you, and tell the guards that’s stand behind her that I need help. Can you do that?” I spoke in a soft warm tone.

She nodded and gave a quick hug, “thank you, mister.” She said, poor girl. “The big bad man hasn’t touch you nor harm you right?” I quickly asked, just to be sure because I’ll hurt him back. She nodded, “just pulled my hair..” she said and told her to go now, that was all I need to fucking know. I’m going to have fun fucking this bastards up.

“H-Hey!” someone shouted, holding a baseball bat, I turn when I’m assured that the girl finally ran and disappeared out of my sight—knowing that she’ll be safe in my sunshine’s arms and guidance.

Gun in hand, I smiled, “what’s up gentlemen?”

“Don’t get involve here, don’t think you know us!”

“But I do… Know you.” I point my gun to him, as I whisper those two words, that I know them. Although I plan on fucking them up later, I never thought I would have a last minute change of plan. How laughable.

I should make this quick, and I hope those guards hurry up or else I’m not giving their payment. Don’t want to worry my sunshine.

He started running after me as I quickly shot him in his knee perfectly, he yelled in pain, “what you all standing there?! Get him!” he yelled, I could only scoff at how weak they are. Not to mention they’re a little taller and intimidating than me, while I’m only a few inches shorter and a baby faced… I want to burst out and laugh at how pathetic their attempts are.

This is getting annoying, earlier I was having fun fucking them up but they keep on coming, not accepting defeat—how much I fucking wanted to put a bullet on their fucking shitty head. All of them on the ground, his team unconscious and knocked out cold, no I didn’t used force. Why is that? Because I knew she’ll call the cops, I’ll make sure to put a bullet in each of their head when they’re in prison.

I sigh and groan, mother fucker manage to stab me right on the abdomen. Taking deep breaths as I make my way to that pedophile that’s been with the poor girl, I crouch down and position my gun in his head, he whimper and cries—pleading for his life.

“Aren’t you the one who abuse your wife? Instead of pleasure, you bruise her and cause her great pain in intercourse, where you only think of your fucking dick.” I said, pushing my gun harder into his face till it bruises, “y-yes, yes! That’s me, if saying this would make you have mercy at me then I confess!” he said, I click my tongue, my finger threatening to pull the fucking trigger.

“Who said that I’m going to let you go?”

Bang—

“Sir! Sir!” one of my guards called, they entered the room—rushing and sweating, “you’re all late.” I said, they bow and apologize repeatedly, I stood up and held my stabbed abdomen. One of them went pale and starts to panic.

“I can still walk, no need to carry me.” I assure in advance, clothes bloody and filled with sweat. Each walk I softly groan until I finally see the light—my light. She was talking to the police and the girl was clinging to him. She’ll be a great mother, I knew that—why? She’ll b filled with my children and she’ll be the one carrying them for nine fucking months.

She noticed and went pale when she saw that I got hurt fighting off those pedophiles and abusers, the guards help me cross the road and sat me down to the chair.

The police were horrified on what they saw and immediately took action and went to the alley where I beat and knock them all up—well, except for that one man who I put a bullet in his head.

“Let’s take you to the nearest hospital, sir.” One of the officer said, inspecting my wound.

“It’s just a stab, it’ll be fine.” I sarcastically remarked and rolled my eyes, my gaze went to the girl and smiled at her. She started crying and flew into my arms, “hey there.”

She kept apologizing again and again, “It’s not your fault”

“but you got hurt.” She sniffs.

“if getting hurt means saving you, then I’ll do it over and over again.” I pat her head and turn to the police officer, “you know where her parents are?”

They nodded and said that they’ll be right here, rushing.

I look at her, her eyes filled with pity and anger. She’s so cute, I could burst and have her kneel to suck my dick. But I can’t, I’m injured too, maybe I could make her nurse me.

The thought made me smile a little wickedly.

Yeah, it’ll be fun.

So fun that I didn’t noticed the girls parents, they thanked me for saving their daughter and they waved goodbye—before leaving, the girl looked back at me once again before driving off to her home. Where she is finally safe and with her family.

“you look kinda familiar.” One of the medic said, I raise a brow and smiled at him. “Oh?” I snicker, “aren’t you a mafia?” my heart sank but I kept a straight smiling safe, “now that remark wound me, sir. How could I possibly a mafia?” I asked, sunshine is just beside me—piercing me with her stare.

“quit it, John. Can’t you see the poor man injured? Not to mention he saved a little girl and five abused women in that house.” One officer smack him at the back of his head, “sorry. I hope I didn’t offend.”

“none taken.” I smiled and look at sunshine.

“Are you mad?”

“fuck you.”

“love you too, sweetheart.”

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Chapter 7: THE MOON

[kingofpizza]

A Hello Neighbor fanfic: The beginning of a young boy's dream.

Summary: Nicky manages to get over his stage fright with the help of Trinity.

(The scene starts at Raven Brooks Middle School, where the school talent show is taking place. Backstage, Nicky Roth was practicing his electric guitar skills. He was planning on singing one of the songs from his idol, Austin Moon. He was excited to perform, but he had problems with his stage fright.)

Nicky: I can't believe I have to perform. *He looks at the guitar and prepares to give up*

(Before he prepares to call it quits, Trinity enters the room and grabs Nicky's arm)

Trinity: Not so fast, Nicky. You've wanted to perform, and it's happening. I want the world to know who you are, not just as a random guitar player, but as the popstar you wanted to be.

(Nicky looks at his guitar, noticing Austin Moon's autograph on it. He starts to remember the day Austin autographed the guitar for him when he was younger and Austin gave him the confidence to perform.)

Nicky: You're right. Austin's the reason I wanted to become a popstar. And you know what, Trin? I will perform.

(Trinity grins and playfully socks Nicky's arm)

Trinity: That's the spirit. Now, go on that stage and sing!

(Nicky puts on his jacket and grabs his guitar, walking away to do the song.)

Meanwhile, the announcer is finishing up everyone else's performances and is ready to announce Nicky's upcoming performance.

Announcer: Alright, ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Nicky Roth!

(The lights turn brighter as Nicky descends to the stage on a lift. The crowd, including Enzo, Trinity, Maritza, Delroy, and Ivan clap as Nicky continues to descend.)

Nicky: To infinity... and beyond!

(Nicky flips off of the lift and lands on his feet, whipping out his guitar.)

Nicky: Hello, everyone! I will be singing A Billion Hits by the one, the only, Austin Moon!

(The crowd cheers as Nicky starts strumming his guitar, the music from A Billion Hits playing.)

Nicky: 🎵 Didn't go nowhere, never left, uh! You really thought that I was gone, gone, gone, gone! I heard you talking like I lost my swagger! That I was over, you were wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! I'm always improving, always on the move, and working on my flow, to take it to the studio, this is not a comeback, followin' my own path, laying down the fat tracks, still a music maniac! 🎵

(Nicky jumps off the stage and dances while his friends record him on Enzo's video camera.)

Nicky: 🎵 Oh, I know that I'll make it! Never put my head down, t-t-turn it up loud! Yeah, cause I don't have to fake it! If I keep on working it, a billion hits is what I'll get! Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh! That's what I'm gonna get! Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! That's what I'm gonna get! Yeah, cause I know that I'll make it! Overload the internet, a billion hits is what I'll get! 🎵

(Nicky runs onstage as a group of backup dancers arrive onstage. He hands his guitar to the bassist and starts performing some choreographic dance moves that's almost impossible to pull off.)

Nicky: 🎵 Call someone, I think this an emergency! HEY! Pull the plug, Austin's blowing up my PC, every hour, day, and night, can't get this rocker out my site! (Site, site, site!) You can't get me out of your site! You can't get me out of your site! You thought that I was gone, guess what you were wrong! 🎵

(Nicky leaps off a backup dancer's cupped hands and backflips, propelling himself forward and he leans towards the camera, breaking the fourth wall.)

Nicky: 🎵 'Cause I just wrote your new favorite song. 🎵

(Nicky stands back up and takes his guitar back, spinning it over his shoulder and tilts backwards. The crowd catches him and he starts crowdsurfing. He starts singing and playing the guitar again.)

Nicky: 🎵 Oh, I know that I'll make it! Never put my head down! T-T-Turn it up loud! Yeeeaaahhh, 'cause I don't have to fake it! If I keep on working it, a billion hits is what I'll get! 🎵

(Nicky lands back onstage and flips his newly dyed blonde hair back. The crowd cheers. Maritza, Enzo, Ivan, and Delroy run onstage and hug Nicky. Trinity runs up, and pounces on Nicky, hugging him tightly and nearly knocking him down. Nicky laughs and hugs her back.)

Nicky: I can't believe it! I conquered my stage fright and performed! I was awesome!

Trinity: Awesome? You were beyond awesome! You should be a recording artist at Starr Records!

Maritza: Damn right you should! Nicky might beat Austin Moon at this point! Trinity can be his songwriter, Enzo can be his video director, and I can be his manager! We can be called Team Nicky!

Enzo: This video is gonna get more than a billion hits when we post it on YouTube!

Ivan, Yeah, and we can edit the video to make it look like there's 5 clones of Nicky singing and dancing, and playing instruments!

Delroy: You're telling me, I wasn't expecting Nicky to get his guitar autographed by Austin Moon as a young child.

(The others laugh and they walk out of the auditorium.)

[kissorkill16]

Come Back To Mommy - Chapter 7

By JJ

Summary: In a fit of blind rage, Mr. Peterson kills his wife after she finds her way into his office and finds all of the pictures of their family with Aaron's face scribbled out. Aaron and Mya run away to Nicky's house, meanwhile, Ted brings his wife back to life to get their children back.

(Masterlist)

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Diane always loved to dance.

After all, she used to dance ballet when she was in college.

She would play music as she danced to the radio playing in the living room. She stood straight on her tippy toes, and glided across the room.

What she loved even more was that sometimes, her children would be in the room, watching her dance.

"There she is, ladies and gentlemen.", said Mya. "The wonderful, graceful, beautiful Diane Peterson. The one who blows us all away, and continues to do so to this day."

Diane felt her face turn red. "Oh, Mouse. You make my head swell.", she said.

As she continued to dance, she didn't notice that her husband had come into the room. But then she felt an arm wrap around her wrist.

"Teddy.", she gasped out.

Ted placed a gentle kiss on his wife's lips.

"May I dance with you, my dear?", he asked.

Diane relaxed into her husband's arms, allowing them to wrap tighter around her. "You may.", she said.

Those days were beautiful days.

But now here Aaron and Mya were, sitting down on Nicky's bedroom floor, trying to figure out their next plan to break back into Mr. Peterson's house.

It had been 3 months since their last break in. They hadn't had time to try and sneak back in, at least not without thinking it through a little more first.

Mya fell asleep a couple of times while she helped Aaron and Nicky, and she always dreamed back to all of the beautiful memories the Petersons had before everything went wrong.

When she woke up from those dreams, she cried. Luckily, Aaron and Nicky were always there to comfort her.

A knock on the door grabbed all of their attention. Luanne opened the door, and behind her were Enzo, Maritza, and Trinity.

"Nicky, you have visitors."

Nicky waved at his friends, but Aaron and Mya just grimaced. As did the rest of the kids when they saw Aaron and Mya.

They stepped in.

"Hey, guys.", said Nicky. "What're you doing here?"

"We wanted to hang out with you. We haven't seen you in a while.", said Maritza. "What're they doing here?"

"We aren't interrupting anything, are we?", asked Trinity.

Mya looked at them, "Yes. We're sketching out a plan.", she said, her voice a bit stern.

Maritza looked at her in worry. "What happened? What's wrong?", she asked.

"Our mom was murdered."

The room went quiet as Aaron just blurted that out so suddenly.

"Well...okay then. Sorry for your loss.", said Enzo.

"Our dad killed her."

"Aaron!"

"What? It's the truth."

Trinity gasped, "Oh my goodness.", she said. "Your dad killed your mom?! That sick bastard!"

"But why would he do that?", asked Enzo.

Mya looked down at her lap. "She found something she wasn't supposed to see, then she said she wanted a divorce, but..."

She didn't need to finish that sentence.

Nicky picked up the map and showed it to his friends. "This is a map of Mr. Peterson's house. Aaron helped me make it. We were planning on going back there once we came up with a better plan."

"What?!"

"Are you crazy? Why would you want to go back there?", Enzo asked.

"Because there's something that Mr. Peterson used to bring her back to life. If we can find out what it is, we can use it to save Diane and defeat Mr. Peterson.", said Nicky. "I know it sounds dangerous, and stupid. Dangerously stupid. But we have to do something. We can't let Diane go through whatever Mr. Peterson put her, Aaron and Mya through again."

Trinity sighed, then looked at her friend once again.

"Okay, so...", she started. "You want to break into a psychopath's house to get hold of something that brought his wife back to life, and you have no idea what it even is?"

Aaron, Mya, and Nicky didn't say anything. They just shamefully looked at their feet.

"Uh uh, absolutely not.", said Trinity. "You need a better plan."

She sat in between Aaron and Nicky, "First of all, we need to find out what the thing is before we use it against Mr. Peterson.", she said.

"Wait wait wait.", said Enzo. "Trin, are you seriously thinking about helping them with this?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Why? Peterson literally killed his wife! What's to say he won't kill us too?", said Enzo. He turned to look at Aaron and Mya, "Your dad is literally a dangerous psychopath and you're bringing Nicky in there with you?"

"They're not bringing me. I'm the one who suggested we make a plan.", said Nicky. "Like I said, I know it's dangerously stupid, but we have to do something. Or else Diane might go through the same cycle with Mr. Peterson."

Enzo opened his mouth to say something, but when nothing came out, he just sighed.

"Fine.", he said. "I guess I'll join this too, but I'm not going anywhere near that house. Got it?"

"Got it, scaredy cat.", said Aaron.

Maritza waved her arm around in the air. "Hello! Am I invisible?", she asked. "I want to help you guys too."

"Well, that's only if Enzo agrees.", said Nicky.

"Fine.", said Enzo. "But if I'm not going anywhere near that house, you're not either. I don't want you to get hurt."

Maritza rolled her eyes, but she nodded. She and Enzo sat down in front of the rest of their friends as they began to sketch out a new plan.

"Okay.", said Trinity. "So this is what we're going to do..."

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Ladies and Gentlemen, Colonel PT Chester Whitmore is proud to present Bung Vulchungo and the Zimbabwe Songbirds!

Do you see banana man Hopping over on the white-hot sand Here he come with some for me Freshly taken from banana tree (one, two, three, four) Banana man, me want a ton Gimme double and a bonus one Gimme more for all me friends This banana flow will never end

Do you want a banana? Peel it down and go, mm-mm-mm-mm Do you want a banana? This banana for you

Tonight, we dance around the flame Then we get to play spirit game Spirit names, we shout out loud Shake the thunder from the spirit cloud All the songbirds in the tree

Chant a tune to let the spirits free Then we see them in the night Spirits jumping by fire light

Do you want a banana? (Do you want a banana?) Peel it down and go, mm-mm-mm-mm Do you want a banana? (Do you want a banana?) This banana for you

Look you, you too uptight, you know You could laugh and kick it back and go (wee!) But without a rhythm or a rhyme You do not banana all the time Fly away from city on the run Try to make a little fun

Look you, come to the bungalow African't you tell me told you so Don't you love the bumping of the drum? Make you shake until the bum go numb Let de bongo play you 'til you drop This banana never stop (never stop, never stop)

Forget all your troubles and go with the flow Forget about whatever you may never know Like whether whatever you are doing is whatever you should And whether anything you do is ever any good And then forget about banana when it stick in your throat And when it make you wanna bellow, but you stuck in a choke And forget about the yellow from the beckoning man Who make you take another one and make a mock of your plan

Bungalay, bungalow Make up your mind and tell me no (Shh)

Well, it's nine o'clock, and it's getting dark And the sun is falling from the sky I've never left so early, and you may wonder why

Tomorrow morning on the plane No banana make you go insane Floating back to busy town No banana make you want to frown

Do you want a banana? (Do you want a banana) Peel it down and go, mm-mm-mm-mm Do you want a banana? This banana for... you

H U H?? 🤣😭💔🥀

[amypihcs]

Another chapter and we meet a new friend!

HELLOHELLO! What would you say if I said that Watson made a kind description of a client? Weird, innit? A not-too-bisexual description even! Let's dive into this, ladies, gentlemen, in between and outside of it!

And we start with a calm, relaxed Holmes in his dressing gown, he didn't quite want to wake up, but be sure, his neurons are connected (coffee helped.). And there's the famous sir Henry! Why, Watson! Seems a nice description from you! Let's see what happens!

OOOH! Things start getting spicy i see! Holmes 'thinks out little puzzles' and our Baskerville has one for him! What a nice thing!

The letter is nothing too weird, just a piece of paper with glued on words to form a message... or is it?

For starters our dear Holmes has a suspect. Someone is following Sir Henry.

-sigh-

HOLMES! You are the very one who ordered Mortimer not to tell a word to Henry - bloody - Baskerville about The Hound of the Baskervilles so like. You COULD stand on avoiding just talking over his head that way? Since he clearly knows SHIT of it!

Now give this guy his answer! -Facepalming Watson in background-

Well. back to the letter. Would you hand me the newspaper, darling?

yep. that madman (affictionated) had proceeded to pick up an article and read it aloud. Then ask Watson what was he thinking of it.

I believe few people would fault Mortimer for thinking Holmes JUST A TAD CRAZY.

And indeed it WAS connected! Holmes was just being his autistic self and not explaining! The words cut for the letters all come from that article!

-holmes and mortimer autisming out of their special interests follows; unfortunately phrenology. sigh. is there. oh well.-

Sir Henry: Gents? back to focus, pls?

You INTERRUPT Holmes? You INTERRUPT his infodumping about his special interest to another man as autistic as he is?!

OOOH! OOOH! CORRECTION AT EVERY LITTLE SLIP FOR SIR HENRY! Corre-

Okay, Watson, stop glaring, please.

Holmes continues his deductions about how the message was assembled and then. MORTIMER. PLEASE.

HE NEVER GUESSES!

You should know! Now you get yet one more supercazzola of deductions! On pens. And ink.

You did this to yourself, don't bother me about it! You MUST have seen Watson groaning as you spoke.

HERE! he's bored now! Nothing interesting from that sheet of paper! Bah!

Now, anything more interesting happened?

Nothing, nothing... but they stole a boot from him! Mortimer once more calls it a trifle, holmes ONCE MORE tells mortimer to shut the heck up and then OOOOON we go with the legend!

NOW this is messy stuff! A man can't decide on his feet! Shall we see each other later?

Say, for lunch?

H: Alright, alright, it's settled, au revoir. -they get out- WATSON RUN, GET DRESSED, WE'RE FOLLOWING THEM NOWNOWNOW RUUUUN!

W: A moment you madman, where the hell do you find the energy!

But he's as always ready at the drop of a hat, can't say that he lost any of the readiness of his military times, our Watson!

And then they're out and Holmes just glues himself to Watson's arm and just wants to have a walk with his darling <3

THAT MAN! COME, RUN!

W: I knew he had a plan <3

But surprise surprise. The man escapes them!

Holmes, once more glued to Watson: FAAAAILURE. Watson, my dear Watson, my HONEST Watson, you will also record this and remember that your beloved is but a fallible man

W: Sure he is - patpat - especially when it comes to tidying our rooms up. W: Well, i suppose stuff like this happens...

Well, turns out that Holmes did much more than Watson expected! Now to continue the investigation!

They send a kid to check waste paper bins around hotels and plan to check for the carriage. And then lunch!

And we'll see what happens next in the next episode!

[serenasoutherlyns]

(so you can) let go when you give it - chapter 7

ao3

“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict?” Asked the judge. Abbie’s attention, which had been scattered, converged upon the foreman. She held her breath. She never meant to, but always did when waiting for a verdict. It made her feel a little dizzy. She hadn’t been sleeping well.

“We have, your honor,” said the foreman. Abbie consciously let out her breath and took in another one.

“On the charge of murder in the second degree, how do you find?” The foreman nodded solemnly.

“We find the defendant, Frederic Nash, guilty.” Abbie breathed a sigh of relief. This case was altogether more trouble and anxiety than it needed to be. She chanced a glance at Alex. She had been avoiding eye contact with her, certain that Serena had told Alex about their last time together. Latest, thought Abbie hopefully. Alex scowled when she saw Abbie’s best celebratory look. She knew she messed up, but she didn’t need contempt from someone with whom she worked so closely. She was inclined to try to explain herself one day, but Alex’s open hostility bordered on impolite.

Of course, Jack insisted on a victory drink, all four of them. Abbie did not want to spend more time with Alex, but she didn’t see a way out of it. Of course, Serena and Tracey were at the bar. She could not believe her luck. Serena’s eyes widened when she noticed Abbie, then she quickly looked away. Tracey turned her head to look at them, and Abbie could tell she probably knew as much as Jack did.

Jack had been dropping hints since their conversation that Friday, to the point where half of her wished she hadn’t told him anything about Serena at all. Celebrating with anyone? Any weekend plans? People to see? His enthusiasm was not catching on. Abbie felt pangs of guilt in her stomach. She had been getting headaches, though that likely had to do with the little sleep she was getting. Jack offered to buy Tracey and Serena a round, and the two of them acquiesced. Abbie followed Charlie to a table and Alex hung back.

“Did something happen between you and Cabot?” Said Charlie when they sat down. Despite working on this case together for weeks, Abbie felt as though she and Charlie had only ever shared a dozen words. It wasn’t great that he had picked up on the tension.

“Not as such,” Abbie said, “no.”

“Oh,” said Charlie. “I must’ve misread things.” Blessedly, Jack walked over with a server behind him holding a tray full of drinks.

“You’re sure you’re sticking with Diet Coke tonight?” Jack said. “I can always get you some rum to put in it. He winked.

“Thanks, Jack,” Abbie said back. He shrugged.

“So, any weekend plans?” Said Charlie. Jack gave Abbie an impish grin that she kind of wanted to smack off his face. She was not feeling it.

“I will be sitting in my living room reading this new biography of Eleanor Roosevelt I just got.” Jack said.

“I have no plans but to try to catch up on sleep,” Abbie said honestly. Alex rejoined them then. When Jack insisted Serena join them for a final drink, she wanted to shake the man. She also wanted to hide under the table. She felt awful. It struck her as quite juvenile of Alex to follow Serena to the bathroom, and then it struck her as sweet. The longer they were in there, the worse Abbie felt. She made her excuses-- upset stomach-- and left.

---

It rained Friday morning. The first real cold snap of the year hit, too, so it felt like little knives were stabbing her cheeks. She regretting not having grabbed her umbrella on her way out when she saw the kind of clouds that had been rolling in.

Thank God the train stopped pretty close to the office. She had considered feigning food poisoning when she shut off her alarm clock after five snoozes. The cold bit at her hands. She wished she was wearing a scarf. Someone held the door for her and she ducked in, shaking off what little water she could. She hoped none of her papers were soaked.

She walked up the stairs, taking care not to slip in her still-wet boots. Across the hall, she saw two familiar heads of blonde hair, Alex laughing lightly. She wondered if they were talking about her. She walked a little faster.

---

Penelope’s was packed, so packed that Abbie felt anonymous. She found comfort in it, alongside the comfort she always felt there. Women talked and laughed, drank, kissed, danced, all without fear or shame, comfortable in the safety provided by the company of others like themselves. The warmth of the space itself was a refuge from the cold, rainy evening they had decided was worth the cab fare. It was drag night. Abbie watched in awe as a twig of a queen performed a strip tease combined with a gymnastics routine. The crowd was losing its mind, screaming, dollar bills in hand.

She couldn’t believe her luck when she turned to yell something in Lisa’s ear, and right next to Elle she saw Alex, and right next to her, Serena. She’d hoped that the throng of people would minimize their chances of running into each other, but evidently she was not so lucky. Serena pointedly looked forward, but Alex and Elle were talking. Abbie tried to ignore them.

After the set, Abbie couldn’t get away fast enough. Elle, against Abbie’s wishes, was buying Alex a drink. She needed some fresh air, and knew Lisa would want a cigarette, so she nodded towards the door and they made their way through the crowd. It had stopped raining, but still wasn’t very warm. There were puddles in the street. The lights from the pizza place across the street briefly called to her. Lisa lit her cigarette and took a long inhale. Lisa held it out for Abbie and she thought, what the hell?

“Do you need another drink?” Lisa asked her. Abbie shook her head. “Okay, then at least pretend to be having fun.”

“I was having fun,” Abbie said, “I am having fun.”

“No, you’re miserable.” Abbie passed the cigarette back to Lisa. “You know, you can just apologize to her. That’s an option here.”

“She wouldn’t understand. It would be unfair.” Lisa rolled her eyes.

“Bullshit, she’s clearly smart, and she seems very sweet.” Lisa blew a smoke ring.

“I don’t want to hurt her again,” said Abbie. Lisa actually laughed at her.

“Come on. Either you’re kind of blowing this out of proportion, or it means a lot to you. In either case, you should apologize” Abbie stared into a puddle like it was going to give her advice she wanted to hear more. She would’ve responded, but Alex was walking up to the two of them with a sense of urgency she had scarcely seen before. Her words blurred a little with alcohol as she spoke, but Abbie still heard her loud and clear.

“How dare you, Abbie Carmichael,” Alex said.

“Alex,” Abbie said. “How nice to see you.” It was the best she could come up with. People’s heads started to turn towards them.

“Oh don’t give me that, you know why I’m here.” Alex said.

“I do,” said Abbie. She did not really want to have this conversation. She didn’t see where it was going, and it scared her. Lisa handed her the cigarette and raised her hands up in a surrender gesture, walking away. Everyone else began to head inside too-- the next set must be starting.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” Alex said, like something out of a movie.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit late for confrontation?” Abbie failed to avoid sneering.

“I’m a professional,” said Alex.

“Right,” said Abbie with a disbelieving laugh. “Because you haven’t been death-glaring at me every second you’ve had the chance to for a week. Jack asked me why you were so pissed off, if you think you’ve gotten away with it.”

“And what did you tell him?” Alex asked. Abbie considered how much information to give. Their conversation had been surprisingly honest and real.

“I told him I broke things off with Serena. He got the picture. You know, Serena’s a big girl, you don’t have to fight her battles for her. And it’s not like she was my girlfriend,” Abbie said. The last sentence stung as she said them, which troubled her.

“You told Jack?” Alex said, curiosity coming out in her tone, and after a little bit more going around in circles, “Why? Why did you pursue her? And why break it off like that?”

“It was for her own good,” Abbie said.

“Bullshit,” Alex spat. “That’s fucking bullshit.” She scowled, narrowing her eyes.

“I’m serious. I’m not someone to be in any kind of relationship with, casual or not.” She coughed.

“Then you should be celibate,” said Alex, turning to go.

“I like her too much to subject her to my issues,” she called after her, being more honest than she had been, even with herself. “She doesn’t deserve that.”

“It sounds like you’re going through a lot,” Alex said. “But that’s no excuse to drop someone with no explanation. There’s no excuse for that.”

“I know,” said Abbie. She put out the cigarette.

[anaiscrazy]

Austin! Elvis x reader

Y/n was a lonely girl, since she moves out of her parents home she’s been all alone. She walked down the street when a flyer blew onto her leg in the wind. She picked up and read it. “Elvis Presley live this Saturday” she thought for a moment, it was Saturday. She had soothing to do so why not go see this “Elvis” character. She looked further down the page to see a picture of a handsome young man in a suit,smiling while holding his guitar. She couldn’t help but be a little flustered at his appearance. He was pretty cute.

That evening she entered the night club where he was playing at. She sat down at a table and ordered a drink, soon the drink came and she began to sip it. A few minuets after the handsome young Elvis stepped out onto the stage. “Hello ladies and gentlemen, this first song I’ll be playin’ here tonight will be I can’t help Fallin’ in love.” His country accent made her blush. The song began as he sang “Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can’t help falling in love with you” his eyes locked with hers in a quick glance. She saw his crystal blue eyes as he stared right at her. He blushes a bit but continued to sing. “Shall I stay? Would it be a sin, If I can’t help falling in love with you” she at him lovingly. Not knowing what to do at this point, she’s staring at him all goo-goo eyed. It seems all the other ladies in the room are too. But Elvis only seemed to be looking her way. Soon enough the song had ended, and he started singing another, and another, and another. Before long his performance was over. Y/n grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder, walking out. As she pushed the door open she heard a farmhouse voice calling to her “Hey wait up darlin’” She turned around to see the very man that was playing on the stage that night. “H-hi” she said a little flustered. She wasn’t expecting this. “I saw you in the crowd tonight, you stood out to me, I don’t get to see many faces as pretty as yours around here” y/n got slightly flushed at his comment. “Why thank you” she said nervously. “I was wonderin’” he said more nervous than his confident stance before. “Would ya like to go out with me sometime?” She could barely think of what to say. She was stunned. Why would someone like Elvis want to go out with someone like her. She finally managed to get out the words “y-yeah I’d love that” “great, how does next Friday sound to ya?” “Sounds good to me” she replied nervously. He smiles softly before pulling out a pen and a little piece of paper. “Would you mind givin’ me your number so I can call ya?” It was almost like he had planned this, that he just happened to have a paper and a pen. “Sure” y/n said before writing her number on the paper and giving it to him. “Well I gotta go my manager will be a waitin’ on me. “Okay see you Friday” she says blushing, as he runs off towards the backstage entrance. That week was one of the longest in her life, but after what seemed like forever, Friday evening came. She walked into the restaurant in her fancy dress that she had bought just for the occasion. There he was. The most handsome man she had met in her whole life. He was sitting at the table waiting. They had a wonderful date. Afterwards, He was walking her up to the doorstep of her apartment. “I really had a nice night, thank you” y/n said “I did too” Elvis replied. He looked down at her, moving closer until they’re faces where only inches apart. “Would it be okay if I kissed you?” He asked with a whisper. “Y-yeah” she said, matching his whispering tone. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers softly. The kiss get like an eternity, and neither of them wanted to end it. “I’ve got to be getting inside” y/n said “yeah” he replied “but I’ll be callin’ you, I can wait for our second date. She walked in and imagined they’re second date while she fell asleep

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1127: Mishima's Shoebox Collection (SSBU X Tekken)

5:45 p.m. at Mishima Zaibatsu Headquarters.........

Kazuya: (Stands Behind a Closed Door) Gentlemen, ladies, allow me to introduce you all to our latest business brand that could potentially help reach the Zaibatsu's name to greater lengths than it already has

The members of League of Villains' (And Zelda's) eyes begins to widens in pure awe as the door opens, revealing a room filled in the brim with brand new and accesible shoes sitting on each shelves inside. The bright, shiny atmosphere of the room alone was more than enough to peak almost everyone's attention.

Ganondorf: (The Only One Who In't as Impressed as the Other) You're starting up your own shoe brand company

Kazuya: (Crosses his Arms With a Smirk on his Face) That's the idea, yes. I've always have a fondness with everything shoes related growing up. So I figured, how else will I gain more power and success to my multinational cooperation than to jump-start my own shoe brand. A Zaibatsu Shoe Brand, the name's a work in progress.

Ganondorf: (Rolls his Eyes) Of course it is......

Bowser: Hey, you don't mind if we try these shoes of yours, on ourselves, do ya?

Kazuya: (Steps Away From the Opened Door) Be my guess.

The gang cheers in rejoice as most of them (sans for Sephiroth, Hades, and Ganondorf who only walks behind) eagarly their way shoe filled room as they begin to check out and try out each pair that they find.

Bowser: (Smiles Brightly at the Pair of Brown Dress Shoes He's Wearing) Man, I am so glad I got dressed up for today. This looks perfect on me!

Hades: (Takes a Look at a Holes Filled Shoe He's Holding in his Hand) So these are one those crock shoes everyone keep yammering about....

Bowser: Yep. They been a hit for three to four years now. Or was it loner than that......

Hades: Uh-huh. (Tries the Crock On Before Looking at It Once More) And exactly why do they holes in them again?

Bowser: (Turns to Hades) To let your feet breathe a little? Either that or maker behind these things, wanted to make it more unique looking than the rest. Whatcha think of them so far?

Hades: (Gets Himself Up From a Chair He Was Sitting While Examining the Front and Back of the Shoe He's Wearing) Hmm.....It's weird looking, but comfy.....I suppose it wouldn't wearing them around every once in a while, so long as I don't have to those feet numbing flip flops again.......

Bowser: (Nodded in Agreement) Amen to that, brother.

Zelda: (Smiles Brightly at a Matching Shoes She and Mewtwo Are Wearing) These limited edition Triforce Shoes looks even more beautiful than the ones in Smash Town!~ Mewwy, we HAVE to get these while they're still on stock!~

Mewtwo: Agrred. I never felt more powerful than I already am right now.

Sephiroth: We couldn't agree more.

Zelda and Mewtwo turns to see the father and son duo showing off the matching Black Air Force Shoes they're wearing with Sephiroth letting out a sinister laugh and Pichu nodding his head while smirking.

Mewtwo: (Stares at Them With Deadpinned Look I his Eyes) We're halfway close to the end of the year ans I still fail to see why that Pichu sees Sephiroth, all of people, as a father figure.......

Zelda: (Smiles Sheepishly) At....least they're cute together. Kind of.

Ridley: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise at What is in Front of Him) No way! You guys are actually selling these glass slippers?

Kazuya: No, they're rubber proof slippers actually. We originally planned on selling them as glass as first before backing out at the last second. (Starts Shaking his Head Before Walking to the Other Side of the Room) I do not have patience to go through another lawsuit right now........

Ridley: (Smiles Brightly) Works for me! (Takes the See-Through Rubber Slipper From Out of the Shelf, Gets Down on One Knee, amd Presents it to his Girlfriend in Front of Him Fpr you, mi'lady~

Dark Samus giggles softly before carefully putting her foot inside the slipper, which managed to fit on her pretty well.

Dark Samus: S-So......How does it look?

Ridley: (Gives Dark Sus a Smirk and a Two Finger Guns) Like a princess walking inside the ball room~

Dark Samus giggles once more while blushing at his boyfriend's cheesy compliment towards her.

Kazuya: (Rolls his Eyes at the Couple in the Mid Distance) ('Ugh') It's not even that clever of the compliment.....

Ganondorf: Well, what do you expect when you're selling a near replica of a shoe from some fairy tale story?

Kazuya: Fair point. (Turns to Ganondorf) Aren't you gonna find anything in here as well?

Ganondorf: (Crosses his Arms While Turning Away) ('Tch') And give you the satisfaction of getting rich off of my well earned cash? No thanks.

Kazuya: Really? (Pulls Up a Pair of Ancient Boots in the Palm of his Hands) Not even for these pair of boots well fit for an evil tyrant such as yourself.

Ganondorf: (Slowly Turns Back to Kazuya) You don't say......

Kazuya: (Simply Nodded) Yep. And since I'm feeling fairly generous today, I'll shorten the price and only charge you $35.00 for them. Sounds like a reasonable deal for you, king?

Ganondorf stares at Kazuya for a few seconds before ultimately taking out fifty dollar buck from his pants pocket and reluctantly gives it to Kazuya.

Ganondorf: This doesn't change anything between.

Kazuya: (Gives Ganondorf his Now Paid Boots Woth a Satisfied Smirk on his Face) Pleasure doing with you. You and everyone else are doing this cooperation at huge service today.

???: A cooperation you wrongfully stole......

Everyone in the room stop at what they were doing and turn their attention to an young man walking out of the elevator with his hairs looking....almost similar to Kazuya's.

???: From me.

Sephiroth: This is an interesting encounter.

Zelda: Wait.....Is that really......

Kazuya: (Crosses his Arms) Jin Kazama, my one and only mistake of an offspring. What brings you here to my lovely establishment?

Jin: (Glare Starts to Harden at his Own Father) I'm here to put an end to you and all the chaos you've brought into this city.

Kazuya: ('Heh') Real bold of you to think you have what takes to put me down so easily. And need I remind you that YOU'RE the one who caused a global warfare over your own petty desires?

Bowser: (Eyes Begins to Widened) Holy shit. Is he serious?

Hades: (Chuckles Evilly) Yeeeup! Once Jinny boy started taking over, the first and only thing he ever did in his run was put his very own universe into chaos. (Starts Smirking Smugly) Guess the apple didn't fall far from the tree in this mess of bloodline, now does it?

Ridley: Somehow I.....don't feel surprised by all of this. (Turns to Everyone Else) What about you guys?

Everyone: Nah/Nuh-uh/Nope./Pichu.

Ganondorf: This family is filled with crazy ass nut jobs.

Sephiroth: Like father, like son-

Jin: (Angrily Stomps his Foot on the Ground at Everyone Else in the Room) ENOUGH! I am NOTHING compared to this bastard, Heihachi or anyone else in his family but mines alone! I only did all of this in hopes in finding Azazel, destroy it, and put an end to my devil gene and this cursed bloodline forever.

Zelda: Uh-huh. And did it worked out in the end?

Jin: ..........('Sighs Heavily') No, it didn't. Apparently it wasn't enough to make the gene go away completely.

Bowser: So you basically put your own world on fire for nothing?

Mewtwo: Not one of your proudest moments, is it?

Jin: (Lowers his Head Down) It isn't. And I'm willing to take every bit of punishment and accountability that comes my way. (Looks Up and Glares at Kazuya) But first, I must do everything in my power to put you out of your misery for good this time.

Kazuya:You're more than welcome try and do so as many times as you want. You're only gonna set yourself up for failure. (Smirks Evilly) Or did you forget you already are one yourself on the day your mother left you only in this cold, cruel world.

Bowser/Ridley: Ooooh........

Zelda: He really went there, didn't he?

Mewtwo: (Shrugs) I've heard worst.

Jin: My mother risked her own life just to protect me, unlike yours who wanted you and Heihachi dead from very start.

Everyone (Except for Mewtwo and Sephiroth): ('Gasps')

Zelda: Is that true?

Hades: Yeah, apparently his mother was destined to sacrifice him and her husband for the greater good of the world or whatever type of goodie-goodie bullsh-

Kazuya angrily throws a chair directly towards Jin, in which he dodges it effortlessly, much to everyone's surprise.

Kazuya: WATCH WHAT YOU SAY ABOUT YOUR GRANDMOTHER, YOU INSIGNIFICANT BRAT! SHOW HER SOME RESPECT!

Jin: ('Tch') Respect? For the grandmother I barely even know? (Walks Dangerous Close to Kazuya) Or the woman who was willing end her own family's life for a clan that I recently know about from a few outside sources.

Kazuya: (Gritting his Teeth) Likely story. But did it ever occur to that woman you BARELY know, was murdered by the man who dares call himself her loving husband and my father? Has it ever occur to you that maybe, JUST MAYBE that her unexpected demise was one of the many things that scarred me throughout my childhood and continues to do so to tis VERY. FUCKING. DAY!

Jin: And you have my condolences. That still doesn't excuse her actions in the slightest and I believe this world will continue to be better off without her and Heihachi in it.

Kazuya: (Enraged) THE ONLY THING THIS WORLD WILL BE BETTER OFF WITH IS YOU!!!

Kazuya throws an electric surge punch towards Jin's face.....only for the offspring to catch it in time with red colored lightning starting to appear around his grip.

Jin: I should say the same for you as well, asshole.

Jin then uses his other hand to punch his father hard enough to send him flying towards the other side of the room before rushing in and attacking his father, starting the fight instantly.

Bowser: (Watxhes the Father and Son Duke it Out Along with Everyone Else) Well.....That was something to see unpacked in front of us.

Zelda: I know this family has problems, but I didn't think it would be THIS messy!

Mewtwo: I don't think amount of therapy will be enough to heal.this trainwreck.

Pichu: Pi......

Ganondorf: Well, whatever problems those two are having with one another is their business to have. (Takes his New Boots and Leave) I'm leaving.

Hades: Right behind you. (Notices the Crocks He's Still Wearing Before Forming a Small.Smirk on his Face and Following Behind Ganondorf) And I am taking these crocks with me.

Bowser: (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) Would ve a reeeeal shame to leave here without paying for- (Quickly Rishrs Out the Room With the New Shoes He's Wearing)

Ridley: (Picks his Girlfriend Pick on his Arms) Come on, babe, it's time to go. (Quickly Rushes Out the Room As Well)

Dark Samus: O-Okay.

Sephiroth: (Walks Out of the Room While Carrying Pichu in his Arm) Come, son. Let us show the world the essence of our Black Air Forces.

Pichu: (Smiles Brightly) Pichu!~

Zelda: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) What the heck! Are you guys seriously gonna steal those shoes without paying first!?

Mewtwo: Not really something to be surprised about. They're villains, remember?

Zelda: (Starts Looking For Money on her Purse) I know that! It's still wrong and we're not gonna follow their footsteps. (Chuckles a Bit) Get it? Foot- steps?

Mewtwo: ('Sigh') Yes, I get it. Clever.

Zelda: Thank you~ (Puts out a Cash of Money From her Purse) Okay, this is half our allowance, but I think a hundred is enough, right?

Mewtwo: (Shrugs) I suppose. Assuming he'll care enough to even notice it was here.

Zelda: I mean, I guess, but-

Hades: Princess! Mewwy! You two are coming or what!?

Mewtwo: (Growls and Glares at Hades in the Distance) I told you not to call me-

Zelda: (Grabs Mewtwo by the Hand Quickly Rushes the Him and Herself Out if the Room) Ignore him, Mewwy, let's go!

The gang make their way to a nearby elevator going down, leaving Kazuya and Jin to mercilessly fight one another inside the shoebox room.

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[wildheartedwanderers]

21. You are without a doubt the worst pirate I have ever heard of. 22. But you have heard of me. 23. This is either madness, or brilliance. 24. You’re supposed to be dead! 25. That’s not true. I am not obsessed with treasure. 26. It’s remarkable how often those two traits coincide.  27. Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate. 28. No! Not good! Stop! Not good! What are you doing? 29. You burned all the room, the shade… the rum! 30. Yes, the rum is gone. 31. Why is the rum gone? 32. Do you really think there is even the slightest chance they won’t see it? 33. For too long I’ve been parched of thirst and unable to quench it. 34. There’ll be no living with her after this. 35. The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can’t do. 36. Now… bring me that horizon. 37. How the blazes did you get off that island? 38. If you were waiting for the opportune moment, that was it. 39. I think we’ve all arrived at a very special place. Spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically. 40. I want you to know that I was rooting for you. Know that. 41. You need to find yourself a girl, mate. 42. You should know better than to wake a man when he’s sleeping. It’s bad luck. 43. This girl… how far are you willing to go to save her? 44. No one. He’s no one. Distant cousin of my aunt’s nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice. 45. Wherever we want to go, we’ll go. 46. Stop blowing holes in my ship! 47. On my word do as I say, or I’ll pull this trigger and be lost to Davy Jones’ Locker. 48. Ten years you carry that pistol and now you waste your shot. 49. You can keep doing that forever, the dog is never going to move.

50. You didn’t beat me. You ignored the rules of engagement. 51. Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. 52. The deepest circle of hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers. 53. You know nothing of hell. 54. I suppose you didn’t deserve that one either. 55. It would be far worse not to have her. 56. I think it’d be rather exciting to meet a pirate. 57. I’m gonna teach you the meaning of pain. 58. You like pain? Try wearing a corset. 59. Even a good decision if made for the wrong reasons can be a wrong decision. 60. So that’s it, then? That’s the secret, grand adventure. You spent three days lying on a beach drinking rum. 61. Don’t dare impugn me honour, boy! 62. I really rather hoped we were past all this. 63. Perhaps you’ll conjure up another miraculous escape, but I doubt it. 64. I cannot just step aside and let you escape. 65. We’re going to steal a ship? That ship? 66. I should have told you every day from the moment I met you. I love you. 67. I hardly believe in ghost stories. 68. Do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death? 69. You’re off the edge of the map, mate. Here there be monsters. 70. You know, for having such a bleak outlook on pirates, you are well on your way to becoming one. 71. You’re daft, lady! You both are! 72. You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before? 73. Now as long as you’re just hanging there, pay attention. 74. I’m curious. After killing me, what is it you’re planning on doing next? 75. You’re a smart man. But I don’t entirely trust you. 76. If one demands parley you can do them no harm until the parley is complete. 77. I saved your life, you saved mine. We’re square. 78. The moonlight shows us for what we really are. 79. ..and then they made me their chief. 80. I’m not entirely sure that I’ve had enough rum to allow that kind of talk. 81. What’s in your head that puts you in such a fine mood? 82. You can mistrust me less than you can mistrust him. Trust me. 83. Come to negotiate, have you, you slimy git? 84. I’ve got a jar of dirt. 85. Do you fear death? 86. Do you fear that dark abyss? All your deeds laid bare? All your sins punished? 87. Every man has a price which he is willing to accept. Even for that which he hopes never to sell. 88. Have you considered keeping a more watchful eye on her? 89. There comes a time when one must take responsibility for one’s mistakes. 90. The dichotomy of good and evil? 91. You see, it was a woman. As harsh, changing and untameable like the sea. He never stopped loving her. 92. One soul is not equal to another. 93. So we’ve established my proposal is sound in principle, now we’re just haggling over price. 94. Just how many souls do you think my soul is worth? 95. Uh, I feel sullied and unusual. 96. I’m here to find the man I love. 97. I’m deeply flattered, son, but my first and only love is the sea. 98. You know, these clothes do not flatter you at all, it should be a dress or nothing. I happen to have no dress. 99. You look bloody awful. What are you doing here?

100. You actually were telling the truth. 101. Everything you said to me; every word was a lie. 102. I knew you’d warm up to me eventually. 103. Ah, the dark side of ambition. 104. I prefer to see it as the promise of redemption. 105. You came back. I always knew you were a good man. 106. This is the only way, don’t you see? I’m not sorry. 107. There will come a time when you have a chance to do the right thing. 108. I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by. 109. Land is where you are safe, and so you will carry land with you. 110. If you don’t want it, give it back. 111. No! This is barbaric! This is no way for grown men to settle… oh, fine! Let’s just haul out our swords and start banging away at each other! That will solve everything! 112. I’ve had it! I’ve had it with wobbly-legged, rum-soaked pirates! 113. Now you’re not making any sense at all. 114. My tremendous intuitive sense of the female creature informs me that you are troubled. 115. Sea turtles, mate. A pair of them strapped to my feet. 116. Not so easy, is it? 117. It’s the Bible. You get credit for trying. 118. You are neither dead nor dying. What is your purpose here? 119. I’m sorely tempted to accept that offer. 120. Guard the boat, mind the tide… don’t touch my dirt. 121. I understand. It’s a game of deception.  122. No doubt you’ve discovered that loyalty is no longer the currency of the realm. 123. I expect, then, that we can come to some sort of understanding. I’m here to negotiate. 124. I’m listening intently. 125. Can you live with this? Can you condemn an innocent man, a friend? 126. Life is cruel. Why should the afterlife be any different? 127. He’s as captive as the rest of us. 128. If there was anything could be done to bring him back… 129. You know I demand payment. 130. An undead monkey! Top that! 131. I think I should get out and see the world while I’m still young. 132. Form an orderly line, I’ll have you all one by one. Come on, who’s first? 133. I just wanted the pleasure of doing that myself. 134. I took the liberty of filling in my name. 135. We’re not getting out of this. 136. My eyesight’s as good as ever, just so you know. 137. Sorry. Old habits and all that. 138. My story? It’s exactly the same as your story, just one chapter behind.  139. For the love of mother and child, what’s coming after us? 140. You have a touch of destiny about you. 141. It was always in my blood to die at sea, but it was not a fate I ever wanted for you. 142. I could say I did what I had to when I left you, but it would taste a lie to say it wasn’t what I wanted. 143. Somehow I doubt he will consider employment the same as being free. 144. And what would prompt such an act of charity? 145. It’s funny what a man will do to forestall his final judgment. 146. I’ve already told you. Your time is up. He comes now. 147. We are very much alike, you and I, I and you… us. 148. Except for a sense of honor and decency and a moral center. And personal hygiene. 149. You long for freedom. You long to do what you want to do because you want it. To act on selfish impulse. 

150. You want to see what it’s like. One day you won’t be able to resist. 151. Turns out not even you can best the devil! 152. And mark my words, what bodes ill for him bodes ill for us all. 153. I could join the circus! 154. Same story, different versions. And all are true.  155. Salvaging is saving, in a manner of speaking. 156. A fair trial ends in a hanging. 157. There was a time when I would have given anything for you to look like that while thinking about me. 158. So I am to believe that what you did was an act of compasion? 159. Where is it? Where is the thump-thump? 160. No, not anymore, weren’t you listening? 161. What has the world done to you? 162. You’ll have the chance to do something… something courageous. And when you do, you’ll discover something. 163. If it weren’t for these bars, I’d have you already. 164. Ah! A heading. Set sail in a… uh… a general… that way! direction. 165. That you would risk your life to save his does not mean that he would do the same for anyone else. 166. Keep a weather eye on the horizon. 167. Why should I sail with any of you? Four of you tried to kill me in the past. One of you succeeded. 168. Did no one come to save me just because they missed me? 169. It’s always belonged to you. Will you keep it safe? 170. You have to be lost to find a place that can’t be found, elseways everyone would know where it was. 171. There’s never a guarantee of coming back. But passing on, that’s dead certain. 172. Hoist the colors! 173. You can fight and all of you will die, or you can not fight, in which case only most of you will die. 174. – and finally, when we could be together again, you weren’t there. Why weren’t you there? 175. Sorry. I just thought, with the Captain issue in doubt, I’d throw my name in for consideration, sorry. 176. Still thinking of running? Think you can outrun the world? 177. You know, the problem with being the last of anything, by and by, there’ll be none left at all. 178. Sometimes things come back, mate. We’re living proof, you and me. 179. That’s a sad commentary in and of itself. 180. The world used to be a bigger place. 181. The world’s still the same. There’s just… less in it. 182. It’s not for naught it’s called Shipwreck Island where lies Shipwreck Cove in the town of Shipwreck. 183. I love you. I’ve made my choice. What’s yours? 184. Shoot him and cut out his tongue, then shoot his tongue! 185. And that was without even a single drop of rum. 186. I don’t think now’s the best time! 187. Drink up, me hearties, yo ho! 188. What? You’ve seen it all, done it all. Survived. That’s the trick isn’t it? To survive? 189. It’s not just about living forever. The trick is still living with yourself forever. 190. Dying is the day worth living for. 191. Now we’re being followed by rocks. Never had that one before. 192. It would never have worked between us. 193. I have no sympathy for any of you feculent maggots and no more patience to pretend otherwise.  194. Gentlemen, I wash my hands of this weirdness. 195. The world needs you back something fierce. 196. You’ll have loads to talk about while you’re here. 197. Now, don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it at the time. 198. That’s just maddeningly unhelpful. Why are these things never clear? 199. Send this pestilent, traitorous, cow-hearted, yeasty codpiece to the brig.

200. We must fight… to run away! 201. There’s not been a gathering like this in our lifetime. 202. You may kill me, but you can never insult me. 203. By my reckoning, I’ve still a debt to pay… if you’ll have me. 204. Depends on the one day. 205. He was quite charming, wasn’t he? 206. It has been torture, trapped in this single form, cut off from the sea. From all that I love. From you. 207. It is my nature. Would you love me if I was anything but what I am? 208. Many things you were, but never cruel.  209. I will be free, and when I am, I will give you my heart, and we will be together always. 210. All of them, the last thing they will learn in this life is how cruel I can be. 211. You’ll see no mercy from me! 212. Ah, love; a dreadful bond, and yet, so easily severed.  213. Cruel is a matter of perspective. 214. And you and I are no strangers to betrayal, are we? 215. Close your eyes and pretend it’s all a bad dream. That’s how I get by. 216. You’re in my way, boy. 217. Mate, if you choose to lock your heart away you’ll lose it for certain. 218. Think like the whelp, think like the whelp, think like the whelp… 219. You may not survive to pass this way again, and these be the last friendly words you’ll hear. 220. My vessel is magnificent and fierce and huge-ish. And gone. Why is it gone? 221.  Love, that is a dinghy. 222. Ohh, so fish-people, by dint of being fish-people, are less disciplined than non-fish-people? 223. It’s too late to earn my forgiveness. 224. Nothing personal… it’s just good business. 225. Well, we shall have a magnificent garden party, and you’re not invited! 226. Why would he do that? Because he’s a lummox, isn’t he? 227. Will you please shut it! Listen to me. 228. Wonder what would happen if we were to drop a cannonball on them… 229. Our fates have been entwined, but never joined. 230. Have you noticed something? Or rather, have you noticed something that’s not there to be noticed? 231. If I may lend a machete to your intellectual thicket. 232. He made you captain? They’re giving the bloody title away now. 233. My actions were my own and to my own purpose. 234. It must be said as if speaking to a lover. 235. Death has a way of reshuffling one’s priorities. 236. I’m free forever. Free to sail the seas beyond the edges of the map, free from death itself. 237. Were I in a divulgatory mood, what were I to divulge? 238. Don’t you forget why you had to bring me back. 239. I had nothing to do with that. But that does not absolve me of my other sins. 240. He’s a lot like myself, but absent my merciful nature and sense of fair play. 241. Bloody hell, there’s nothing left. 242. There is more to you than meets the eye, isn’t there? And the eye does not go wanting. 243. I’m sure there must be a good reason for our suffering. 244. Some men offer desire as justification for their crimes. 245. I would have your gifts. Should you choose to give them. 246. You add an agreeable sense of the macabre to any delirium. 247. Words whispered through prison bars lose their charm. 248. Actually, it’s a cephalopod. 249. Lookie here boys. A lost bird. A lost bird that never learned to fly!

250. The only way for a pirate to make a living these days is by betraying other pirates. 251. The wind’s on our side, boys! That’s all we need! 252. What makes you think she’s alone? 253. If things don’t go the way we want - then we’re the only chance they’ve got! 254. What else have you not told me? 255. You loved her. She’s the one, and then you betrayed her. 256. She pretended to love me! She betrayed me! 257. And after which betrayal did you cut your heart out, I wonder? 258. It is just good business, being on the winning side. 259. Oh, will you ever forgive me? 260. I’ve actually never been that drunk. 261. You know the feeling you get when standing in a high place, the sudden urge to jump… I don’t have it. 262. Who’s to say I won’t live forever, eh? I’ve no say in it. 263. Did everyone see that? Because I will not be doing it again. 264. How can you say I used you? 265. You’re either with us or against us! 266. I’m not with you, neither am I against you! 267. You lied to me by telling me the truth? 268. I may have had… briefly, mind you… stirrings. 269. No, no, no, no, not quite all the way to feelings. More like… All right feelings, damn you. 270. I can save you. You need only ask. 271. If you had a sister and a dog… I’d choose the dog. 272. On the off chance that this does not go well for me, I would like it noted here and now that I am fully prepared to believe in whatever I must, so that I may be welcomed into that place where all the “goody-goodies” get to go. 273. Mistook it for a brothel. Honest mistake. 274. What were you doing in a Spanish convent, anyway? 275. I’m starting to think you don’t know where you’re going. 276. We shall need a crossbow, an hourglass, three goats, one of us must learn to play the trumpet, whilst the other one goes like this. 277. I know a man with a goat. 278. Better to not know which moment may be your last. Every morsel of your entire being alive to the infinite mystery of it all. 279. If I don’t kill a man every now and then, they forget who I am. 280. Maybe you don’t believe in the supernatural. 281. In faith, there is light enough to see, but darkness enough to blind. 282. Someone make a note of that man’s bravery. 283. How is it we can never meet without you pointing something at me? 284. You can sleep when you’re dead! 285. You demonstrated a lot of technique for someone I supposedly corrupted. 286. Doesn’t ring a bell. 287. That is not a compliment. 288. He’s even more annoying in miniature. 289. I don’t really agree to that. 290. You’ve stolen me. And I’m here to take meself back. 291. Our sands be all but run. Where’s the harm in joining the winning sides? 292. I understand everything… except that wig. 293. Seeing as how you’re still alive, I say it’s all been very successful thus far. 294. You bastard, how could you? 295. I cannot save you both.  296. The lies I told you were not lies. 297. It’s nothing personal. I just think it would be best if you stay out of it. 298. Fret not. You still have a few useable years left. 299. Don’t worry. I forgave you a long time ago. 300. You have a ridiculously high regard for fate, mate.

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1. A wedding? I love weddings! Drinks all around! 2. Best start believing in ghost stories. You’re in one. 3. I feel nothing. 4. You’ve seen a ship with black sails that’s crewed by the damned, and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out? 5. But I have seen a ship with black sails. 6. So this is where your heart truly lies, then? 7. I’m actually feeling rather good about this. 8. I thought I had you figured. Turns out you’re a hard man to predict. 9. A dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. 10. Honestly, it’s the honest ones you have to watch out for. 11. So we’re all men of our word, really. 12. Well, you’ve proven they’re mad. 13. That’s not much incentive to fight fair then, is it? 14. In a fair fight, I’d kill you. 15. Put it away. It’s not worth getting beat again. 16. I want you to leave and never come back. 17. I’m disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Means ‘no’. 18. Well, I suppose if it is worthless there’s no point in me keeping it. 19. The code is more what you’d call ‘guidelines’ than actual rules. 20. One good deed is not enough to save a man from a lifetime of wickedness.

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[maguro13-2]

Shattered Hero Rekindled ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Episode Maka Pt.16

[Theme of Sand Ruins by Kenichi Tokoi]

Omochao : This is it! The final race of the tournament begins!

Sonic : Alright! Bring it on!

Jet : No way I'm gonna loose!

Mysterious Racer/Nozomi : I won't miss this out.

Master Hand/Announcer : 4...3...2...1....GO!

Omochao : And they're off! Sonic is the gaining lead, but the Mysterious Racer and Jet are in the way, and who will remain victorious!?

Wave : *chuckles* Alright, Storm. You got the button ready?

Storm : I got the popcorn!

Wave : No, not like that. I know how we're gonna beat that hedgehog to the punch. With this button that needed to be press, I never imagined that someone in the race would win with such piece of junk! Then we'll see who's biggest cheater of all. I'm just glad this was our plan to get that treasure. So with that Cube in it's hand, we will awaken Babylon Garden and make Sonic the loser to wipe the dirt off his feet. Cheating is necessary.

Hiru Vol : What do you think you're doing here, little feathered lady?

Wave : Huh?

[Tension by TAI-HEY]

Wave : *sweating nervously* Uhhh...We, umm, we were watching the race so that we could see who is the winner.

Hiru Vol : In attempt of letting that hedgehog lose by pulling an outsmarted trick?

Storm : Hey, who are you guys?

No Vol : Bird brains like you shouldn't be playing toys to cheat.

Do Vol : Whatcha got there, pretty lady?

Wave : Oh, umm, nothing? There's...nothing in my hand. I'm just waiting to see who will win the race. There's nothing but to win sportsmanship. I don't have a device that sabotages the hedgehog's board.

Hiru Vol : Looking for this? *holding the detonating button*

Wave : H-Hey give that back!

Hiru Vol : Sorry, the rules are the rules, cheaters never win, do they? Guess this mean's we're gonna teach you a lesson, ya feathered idiots.

Storm : Uhh, Wave? We're in trouble.

No Vol : We've got something for to teach you some manners.

Wave : Wait, wait! What kind of sportsmanship is this, just making Sonic jealous to be winner of the race!? How can we be so stupid for it!?

*The Vol Brothers are about to beat up Wave and Storm*

Wave : NOOOOOOOOO!!!

*scene later changes*

[Sand Ruins theme continues to play]

Sonic : Alright, the final lap!

Mysterious Racer/Nozomi : Now's my chance to win this race once and for all.

Jet : NO! I'm supposed to be win big here.

Sonic : I'm going for the goal! This is it!

Hiru Vol : Now that's taken care of with those bird brains, this should be easier to help Mr. Sonic to win this race at the tournament, nice and easy.

Do Vol : But first, I wonder what this button does.

No Vol : Do Vol, no!

Do Vol : *presses button* Oops.

Sonic : Here I come to--

*DBZ SFX : BOOM*

Mysterious Racer/Nozomi : Mr. Sonic! *catches him*

Omochao : GOAL! UN-FLIPPING-BELIEVABLE!

Jet : I won! I Won! I won victory is mine!

Omochao : The winners and champion of the Ex World Grand Prix Tournament is....

*drums roll*

Jet : Please, let it be me, let it be me, let it be me!

*drum roll finish*

Omochao : WE HAVE A TIE!!!

Jet : What!?

Omochao : We have ourselves a double winner! Winners of this here Tournament is none other than Sonic, Jet, and the Mysterious Racer.

Mysterious Racer/Nozomi : Sorry, but you're getting something, The Mysterious Racer that you should known about...

*Nozomi unhoods herself*

Nozomi : Is a girl that is a sports enthusiast, I' am Nozomi Kaminashi!

Omochao : It appears that one of the winners of the EX World Grand Prix is a girl named Nozomi, what a shocking twist ladies and gentlemen!

Jet : I've beaten by a girl. I'VE BEEN BEATEN BY A GIRL!?!

[Childhood Friend's Theme by Naofumi Hataya]

Nozomi : I told you, I am a sports enthusiast. I did it for Mr. Sonic so that I could win this tournament. I always get what I want. Now then...about that treasure of Babylon, what did you agree searching for that treasure?

Jet : Well...Technically, the treasure of babylon is...There is a no real treasure of Babylon. But true treasure of Babylon...is just a plain old carpet, a piece of furniture.

Nozomi : That's it? That's the treasure of Babylon? Just a Carpet, you mean we went all that trouble in the race for a carpet? Whose idea did you get that from?

Jet : Apparently this idea was from Aladdin, the guy who stowe upon the magic lamp. Babylonians are arabians in the real world.

Sonic : Like the Arabian Nights? *realizes* Oh....The Arabian Nights.

[Misgiving by Seirou Okamoto]

"I remember what the Arabian Nights is, Arabian Nights is the world of the many stories gathered by the mysterious items called the Seven World Rings that make up the stories at hearts."

"In our world, the Arabian Nights was home to two Genies Sharha, the Genie of the Ring, and Erazor Djinn, the Genie of the Lamp, these two genies had such powers on those who would grant their wishes. However, Erazor Djinn broken free after granting many wishes those for their desires, he became self-loathing and his desire for revenge on those who punished him for the crimes he committed was to make the world his own."

Sonic : That could mean that the Babylonians have some sort of connection with the Arabian Nights. Nozomi, are you getting it?

Nozomi : Yeah, the Arabian Nights, so that's why the Gods punished the Babylonians for their crimes against others, The Babylonians might be descendants of genies of the Arabian Nights. And that piece of furniture that the green bird said, is magical flying carpet that Aladdin used to travel. Maybe you are sonic, the Babylonians might be Arabians of the real world! Who would've guess that?

Sonic : You're the genius, you uncovered the secrets of Babylonian's past.

Nozomi : I am, but to Babylon Gardem the name of that floating island, isn't a floating island at all neither was a city, I believe that Babylon Garden is really a Hi-tech...

*DBZ SFX : Rumbling+Loud Booming*

Nozomi : Woah! What's with the planet shaking!?

Sonic : Jet! *looks at the emeralds* Oh no! The Chaos Emeralds!

Jet : Finally! This is what I have been waiting for! The time has come! Awaken, fallen island of Babylon!

[Rise of Babylon Garden by Fumie Kumatani]

*DBZ SFX : Loud Booming*

Hiru Vol : What in the world...?

Sayaka Miyata : ....No way. He actually did it. the power of those jewels must've awaken the fallen island that has been cast down into the depths of the earth.

Nozomi : Woah...! That's...That's the fallen island of Babylonain city, Babylon Garden.

Jet : At last, Babylon Garden is all mine.

Sonic : Hey, Jet. I hope the dirt does not suit me well!

Nozomi : And I have something to give you on winning this race in a tie because of my actions.

Jet : Yeah, what do you want?

*DBZ SFX : PUNCH*

Jet : AUGH!

*DBZ SFX : Collapse*

Jet : Ow! What was that for!?

Nozomi : An apology, this is for nearly getting Sonic disqualified, because you allow yourself to cheat. Cheating and disrespecting sportsmanship will be the cost your life to the local authorities. If you think that cheating is the option to win, nobody would even save your sorry feathered butt. As an appreciation, Here's an apology sandwich. *Gives sandwich to Jet*

Jet : A sandwich? But I asked for no mayo!

Nozomi : You earned it, you deserved it.

Jet : Fine! *forcibly eats the sandwich*

Nozomi : Sound now that we found Babylon Garden, this has taken me quite a lot of research. Who knew that the world had cast down a a hi-tech spacecraft has been buried in the planet's soil for years. Underneath the sands.

Sonic : Yeah, but did you really think that Babylon Garden's some kind Hi-tech spacecraft?

Nozomi : Could be true, cause their technology is inside that place, the one in the middle, might be a facility of where the treasure was hidden.

Sonic : Cool. That is where the treasure would be.

Jet : You guys can do whatever you want to do. I got my ways of shoving this to your face and--*quack* Uhh, where's my cube thingy? Where the heck is the cube thingy!?

Eggman : Ho-ho-ho-ho! Double Cross, suckers! The treasure of Babylon will be in my reach! Thanks for racing, ya bird brain!

[Babylon Garden theme plays quickly]

Amy : Oh no! I gotta get to him! *Runs and grab onto Eggman's machine*

Jet : Eggman! That double crosser!

Nozomi : Hey, that guy's going after the treasure!

Sonic : Tails, Knuckles! We gotta get to Eggman!

Nozomi : I'm coming with you guys! *runs after the trio*

Sayaka Miyata : What about us?

Nozomi : Sorry! But there's no room for the Tornado plane. But you can catch up with me!

Lou : Mind if we lift for your transportation.

Leo : Looks we needed some help with others.

Sayaka Miyata : That could be a good idea! Girls, let's go follow Nozomi! Off to that Island!

Non & Kazane : Right away!

Leo : Everyone head to the ship!

Lou : Follow our lead!

Sayaka Miyata : Okay! Come on, guys! Let's follow them!

Non & Kazane : Roger!

*the girls follows Leo & Lou*

Alfort Tylor : This should be interesting. Liina, get my men. We must go.

Liina : Aye, aye!

~ Level 15 : The Garden of Babylon ~