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my patient’s neighbour [one] // wanda maximoff

summary: whilst caring for a new patient of yours, you definitely didn't expect to fall for her cute neighbour, Wanda Maximoff

warning/s: very minor mentions of injuries and death

author's note: okay so firstly, buckle in, folks, this is gonna be like 6 parts long lol. Also, I google translated all the Russian bits so i apologise if they are incorrect! okay, you may enjoy now :)

"38... 38... 38..."

I scanned the doors to the many apartments in the hall, hoping to find the one that belonged to my newest patient – Anna Pivec. As a nurse, I was always given new patients to visit and tend to until they no longer needed it or chose not to have me around. I'd just been assigned a new patient, Anna, and was excited to meet her.

"38!" I said to myself, spotting the door at the end of the hallway. I knocked on before waiting patiently, hoping she wasn't sleeping or anything. It wasn't too early – 10AM – and she knew I was coming, so finger's crossed.

The door opened to reveal a short, old lady with grey hair and a cane in her hand. I smiled kindly, meeting her cloudy gaze.

"You must be the one my granddaughter is paying to look after me because she can't do it herself," the woman spoke before I could introduce myself. Stepping to the side, she motioned with her cane. "Come on in."

My smile dropped at her abruptness. "I, er, yeah, I guess that's me." As I walked in, I said, "My name is Y/N Y/L/N. The nurse from–"

"Yeah, I know where you're from," she cut me off, closing the door and heading further into her apartment. "They sent me a brochure, milaya."

I followed after her, surprised at how quick she was for an old lady with back and heart problems. She was leading me into the open plan living-room and kitchen.

"I'm sorry – milaya? What does that mean?" I asked politely, hoping I didn't come across as rude.

She waved her hand dismissively, mumbling something to herself in what I think was Russian. Her profile did say she was from Sokovia, so maybe that was it.

"Okay, erm, well, as I said," I changed the subject, figuring she wouldn't give me an answer, "I'm Y/N. I'll be here five times a week and basically be doing anything you need me to do. Of course, I only want you to be comfortable in your own home, so if you ever feel anything but, please let me know."

She hummed in acknowledgement before motioning for me to follow her. I set my bag on the kitchen counter before sitting on the couch as she did so on the recliner. She sighed with content as the pain on her back was eased from taking a seat.

"Tell me about yourself," she said gently.

I smiled with amusement. "That's usually what I ask my patients."

"Do forgive me, milaya," she said, and I made a mental note to bring a Russian-English dictionary with me tomorrow, "but you're a stranger in my home. I'd prefer to know about you before I let you take care of me."

I nodded, slightly impressed. Her profile didn't do her justice. Usually, the elderly I cared for were quick to allow me to do my thing, never really questioning who I was or what my intentions were. I was starting to get the impression that Anna was a strong, stubborn woman in a little old lady's body – definitely not one to mess around with.

"Okay, well, I'm a nurse," I began with the basics, and from there, went into a long ramble about my job, how I got into it, what it consisted of...

Anna was full of questions, taking the time to get to know me and I her. Once I had told her everything I could think to, she told me about her life. How she lived in Sokovia up until she was thirty-five years old and had to flee with her husband and daughter because of the war. She gushed about the both of them, a twinkle in her eye as she recalled their livelihoods like they were still alive. Her husband had unfortunately passed many years ago due to liver problems – "All that drinking, milaya! Us Sokovians are a force to be reckoned with!" – and her daughter had passed in a car accident not long after.

It was a tragic tale, but she didn't let it bring her down. In fact, she seemed grateful to have lived it and I couldn't help but smile as she shared it with me.

I noticed she would speak short phrases in Russian mid-conversation, without realising, which didn't make it easier for me to understand, but I couldn't bring it in myself to interrupt her to ask what they meant because she said it with such sincerity that I figured it reminded her of her home.

After our conversation, I made her lunch and gave her her medication before watching some TV with her and pretty much talking to her once again. She was quite an interesting woman, different to my usual patients, and I was enjoying our time together. After spending the day there, I wished her a good night before leaving.

When I returned the next morning, I let myself in with the key Anna gave me and called out a good morning.

"In here!" an unfamiliar female voice called out.

I furrowed my brows as I took off my jacket and headed into the living-area. Anna was sat in her recliner as usual, but she had a guest sat on her couch. A young woman, possibly my age, with long dark hair and a friendly smile on her lips was sat comfortably; she had a cup of tea in her hands and her legs pulled up on the couch like she lived there.

The stranger and Anna exchanged words in Russian briefly before the former stood up, about to introduce herself.

"Oh, are you her granddaughter?" I asked, putting two and two together. It was the only explanation I could think of for how comfortable she was and the fact that she was also Sokovian (I assumed, anyway).

The girl laughed, her green eyes sparkling as she shook her head. Putting out her hand, she said, "I'm Wanda Maximoff. Anna's neighbour."

Slightly embarrassed by my mistake, I smiled awkwardly and shook her hand. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have– I just thought because you were speaking Russian that–"

"It's fine, no harm no foul," she put me at ease quickly, before taking her seat again. "I've lived next door to Anna for about a year now. Sometimes I keep her company on my days off."

I set my bag on the floor before taking a seat on the couch, leaving a gap between Wanda and I.

"That's nice," I said with a smile before looking to Anna. "How are you feeling this morning, Mrs Pivec?"

She sighed, waving her hand dismissively, before saying something to Wanda in Russian who was listening intently. Nodding her head, Wanda looked to me with amusement.

"What did she say?" I asked, quirking a brow.

"She said she told you to stop calling her Mrs Pivec yesterday," Wanda translated, trying not to laugh.

"Just call me Anna, Y/N," Anna added with a nod. "And I'm fine. Just had breakfast with Wanda here."

"Breakfast," I repeated slowly. "How long ago was that? Just gotta make sure you get your meds."

"Shoot, am I doing your job?" Wanda asked, slightly panicked.

"No, no, you're not." I laughed at the way she scrunched her nose. "I mean, it would help if I could have breakfast with Miss– Anna, so I know when she has her medication. But it's all good."

"Are you sure? I can leave if I'm in the way," Wanda said with a frown.

"No need," I reassured her. "If Anna doesn't mind your presence, it's all good. I'm just here to look after her, clean up, make sure she eats, has her meds."

Wanda looked to Anna, who seemed unbothered by her presence.

"She can stay," Anna said with a shrug. "Makes it feel less like I'm a pet."

I opened my mouth to say something, possibly make her feel better, but I wasn't sure what to say.

"Don't mind her," Wanda reassured, giving Anna a knowing look before shooting me an easygoing smile. "She tends to speak her mind exactly as it is. No filter whatsoever. And very stubborn. You may have noticed."

I cracked a smile, feeling better knowing that it wasn't just me who noticed Anna's unique personality traits.

"Hey, that stubbornness and lack of filter is exactly how I beat my husband and his friends in every poker game back home," Anna said with a playful smirk.

Wanda and I chuckled, before the brunette leaned on the couch comfortably and looked to me.

"We finished breakfast, maybe, ten minutes ago? I made us eggs and toast," she answered my question from earlier.

I hummed before getting up with my bag and heading to the kitchen. Setting my bag on the counter, I grabbed my diary and also Anna's medication from its place on the kitchen counter.

"I'll give you your medicine now, Anna," I told her, already grabbing a glass of water for her.

"Thank you, milaya," she called back, and I spun around, immediately going to get my Russian-English dictionary from my bag. "Wait, I know what that is!" I flicked through the pages and scanned it eagerly. "Milaya... milaya... milaya! Okay, it means... sweetie."

"Sweetie," Wanda said at the same time, and I looked up to see her watching me from behind her cup of tea, trying not to laugh again.

"I guess another perk of your presence is being the translator," I said sheepishly, realising just how eager I was a second ago. "Anna likes to speak Russian a lot, which I'm fine with of course, but..." I waved the dictionary in the air.

"It's funny watching tvoye lichiko, milaya," Anna said with that same mischievous smirk on her face.

I looked down to my dictionary, struggling to pinpoint a single word in her sentence that I could search. It was overwhelming, the words going in one ear and out the other.

"She said it's funny watching your little face, sweetie," Wanda translated upon seeing my frozen state.

I relaxed my shoulders. "Thanks." Then I realised what she said. "Hey!"

Anna laughed as Wanda grinned, and I was suddenly glad she was here. I grabbed Anna's meds with a glass of water before giving them to her. After making sure she swallowed them properly, I put the glass to the side and took a seat on the couch again.

"So, you said you visited Anna on your days off?" I asked Wanda, intrigued by why a neighbour would be so interested in another. It wasn't very common in today's day and age.

"She's almost always here," Anna answered before Wanda could speak. I looked to her as she continued with a grateful smile. "Helps me with everything. Groceries, cleaning, my medication."

"So basically me but unpaid," I joked, and Anna laughed.

"Exactly," she agreed, and I looked to Wanda to see her blushing, eyes avoiding mine.

"That's really sweet," I said gently, earning her attention. "You're a really good neighbour, Wanda."

Wanda ran a hand through her hair. "It's nothing. If anything, I enjoy being here. Anna reminds me of Sokovia and my family and, well, home."

"Oh, so you're Sokovian, too?"

She nodded before smiling playfully. "Did the accent not give it away?"

I hid a smile. "I didn't want to assume. I mean, you could've been Czech. Slovakian. Basically anything else."

"Okay, I'll give you that," she gave in, tilting her head to the side, smile widening.

It was then that I learnt her smile was extremely contagious.

Same as yesterday, my plan was to stay the day with Anna, though this time Wanda also kept her company (and me, too). After lunch, I left the two of them to watch some TV as I excused myself to change Anna's bedsheets in her room, ready for bed tonight.

As I was doing so, I heard the door open and glanced over my shoulder to see Wanda entering the room. I gave her a smile before continuing to replace the pillowcase.

"Here, I can help," she offered, and didn't give me chance to decline as she grabbed the pillow on the other side of the bed and began to change its case.

"You sure? You know it's my job, right?" I teased, looking up at her over the bed between us.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "I'm aware. Just thought I'd make it a bit easier for you."

I chuckled. "Well, I appreciate it... how is Anna?"

"Dozed off," Wanda quipped with an expectant nod. "Same time every day. Like clockwork."

"Huh." I thought back to yesterday and how she ended up taking a nap after lunch, too. "Noted. Thanks."

Wanda smiled before putting the pillowcase on the pillow and puffing it with her hands. I did the same, content with its appearance, before moving to the duvet. Wordlessly, Wanda grabbed one end and began to help me put it on, which I appreciated. The duvet was bigger than I was and definitely a two-person job.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" I spoke out of the blue as we were putting on the duvet cover.

"Go for it," she said encouragingly, glancing sideways.

"Of course, you don't have to answer, but I thought I'd ask since I'm going to be looking after Anna for a while," I gave a little disclaimer, before saying, "She makes a lot of snide remarks about her granddaughter. Do they not get along?"

Wanda sighed quietly. "Her granddaughter doesn't really visit her here. She rarely calls."

"Her daughter's kid?"

"The only one," Wanda confirmed. "She keeps her distance, ever since her mum – Anna's daughter – passed. She just pays for, well, you."

I frowned. "That's sad."

"Yeah," Wanda agreed, breathing out.

The two of us spread the duvet over the double bed before I looked to her with a small smile.

"At least she has you," I pointed out. "It's nice you give up your free time to spend it with her."

"Like I said, it's good for me, too," she reminded me, returning the smile.

"So what do you do when you're not here keeping her company?" I asked curiously, moving to Anna's bedside to clear it up a little.

Wanda hid her smile behind a look of confusion. "Do you not– don't you recognise me?"

I quirked a brow, pausing my actions. "Am I supposed to?"

She snickered, shaking her head, eyes falling to the bed with mild disbelief. "I mean, I guess not. I'm–" She chuckled, looking to my confused face. "I'm one of the Avengers."

I studied her, her words not quite settling in. But when they did, I realised I actually recognised her and she was one of the Avengers.

"Oh my God!" I blurted, the penny finally dropping. "The one with the weird red energy powers! I mean– not weird but– the magic!"

She stifled laughter, nodding her head. Just like her smile, her laughter was contagious, too.

"Yeah, that's me," she confirmed.

I made a weird motion with my free hand, like I'd seen her do on TV when saving the day. "Does Anna know about your y'know?"

Wanda crossed her arms, raising a brow and watching me with a humoured gaze. "Is that supposed to be my powers?"

I stopped making the motion and felt my neck heating up. "I– yeah."

Laughter spilled from her lips yet again, automatically making me smile. I didn't mind that I'd made a fool of myself all of a sudden.

"Anna knows, yes," Wanda said with a bright smile. "She actually recognised me straight away. Much quicker than you. And she's eighty."

Waving my hand to distract from my flushed cheeks, I said, "Pfft, she probably confused you with someone else and played along when you told her who you were."

"Yeah, I'm sure that was it, ty milyy maneken," she retorted with her piercing gaze.

"No fair, my dictionary is in the other room," I said with a pout, and she only laughed even more.

"Guess you'll never know," she teased with a smirk, making me roll my eyes to distract from the way it made me feel when she stared at me like that.

It was much later on when I learnt that she had called me 'a cute dummy'. And that was the beautiful start to Wanda and I's introduction into each other's lives.

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From then onwards, about eighty percent of the time I would go to care for Anna, Wanda was present, too and I didn't mind one bit. Not only did she keep Anna company, but she made my job a lot easier whilst keeping me company as well.

I was beginning to look forward to seeing her whenever I would open the door. Whether she was cleaning something up, playing board games with Anna or simply having a tidy up around the apartment, she'd always stop what she was doing and help me with whatever was in my hands as she greeted me at the door. It was adorable. She was adorable.

The few times she wasn't present because of work only made me miss her, the apartment feeling emptier than usual. Even Anna agreed, the two of us making up for the lack of the Sokovian girl's presence by distracting ourselves with other activities.

I was convinced Anna was warming up to me as she freely let me care for her without resistance. Obviously, she wouldn't be Anna if she didn't throw funny remarks my way or speak to me in Russian, knowing I didn't understand her, but it was tolerable. And I was liking her, too; she was easily becoming one of the best patients I cared for. There was just so much personality to her that I couldn't help but smile whenever I spoke to her.

One time, I was helping Anna out at her place when Wanda wasn't present. I was leading her into her bed when I decided now was a better time than ever to ask her about her birthday on Sunday, which I knew was then because of her file.

"So, I'll be seeing you in two days next," I told her as I pulled the duvet over her. "And a little birdie told me it's your birthday then. Eighty-one, Anna! That's amazing!"

She smiled but seemed embarrassed that I knew.

"Tell me what you want and I can make it happen," I said promisingly, smiling down at her.

She waved her hand. "I don't want anything, milaya (sweetie). Your presence is enough."

I chuckled. "As sweet as that is, I know everybody wants something for their birthday. Now please, Anna. What can I do to make the day a bit more special?"

She pondered my question momentarily and I waited for her to speak, hoping it was something doable.

"I would love to have a traditional Sokovian meal," she said reluctantly. "It's been a long time."

I breathed out quietly, patting her hand gently. "I can do that, Anna. Don't you worry."

She smiled genuinely, before shooing me away. "Okay, enough sappiness, ty mozhesh' uyti seychas (you can leave now)."

I laughed, standing up and dusting my pants off. I only knew what that phrase meant because she said it almost every time before my shift ended and I left for the day. I knew she didn't mean it as harshly as it sounded.

"I'm going, I'm going," I said, already heading to the door. "I'll see you Sunday, birthday girl."

She groaned quietly, making me grin, before I double checked everything was okay in the living-area and grabbed my stuff to leave.

As easy of a request that it was, I knew absolutely nothing about cooking a traditional Sokovian meal. But I knew of one person who did and instantly headed to Wanda's apartment next door to see if she was home.

With a quick knock, I waited patiently. I wasn't sure if she was even home since she hadn't visited Anna today and she usually did so if she was. When I was beginning to think she wasn't, I told myself I could Google a recipe and put something together, but then the door opened and revealed a tired-looking Wanda.

"Y/N," she said with surprise, but a friendly smile was on her lips nonetheless.

"Hey, I'm so sorry to disturb you this late, but I wanted to ask– wait, what happened to your face?" I stopped speaking and lost my own smile when I noticed the faint scratches and bruises dusting her skin.

"Oh, it's nothing–" she started, raising her hand, fingers wavering over her head, but I cut her off.

"Shit, Wanda, what happened?" I reached out, taking her hand in mine and studying the cast that was around her wrist. Concerned frown on my lips, I glanced up at her. "Are you okay?"

"It's fine, Y/N," she tried to reassure, but I couldn't help it as my worry got the better of me and I studied the cuts on her cheek. "I just came back from a mission. Minor injuries. Honestly."

I let go of her hand, realising I was still holding it, and nodded slightly. "Right..." Realising she must have been exhausted, I awkwardly stepped back and shook my head with realisation. "Sorry, I should go. I didn't mean to bot–"

"You were saying something," she interrupted, nodding encouragingly. "You wanted to ask me something. What is it?"

I paused, nodding. Admittedly, I was still worried about the bruises on her forehead. I knew she was an Avenger and this was probably the norm for her, but to me, it looked like she'd just got mugged. And the irregularity of that worried me.

"Yeah, I was saying," I finally found my words, trying to ignore the way her tired eyes peered at me hopefully. "It's Anna's birthday on Sunday and she wants to have a traditional Sokovian meal to celebrate. The only problem is, I don't know what that is." Wanda cracked a smile as I continued. "Do you, maybe, have a recipe I could use?"

"Of course," she said before motioning for me to follow her. "Come on in."

I followed after her, closing the door behind me, and stopped at the kitchen counter patiently. As she searched for a notebook in her drawer, I subtly glanced around, taking in the inside of Wanda's apartment. I'd never actually been in it before, but the minimal décor was very her. She didn't have many knickknacks and everything on display served a purpose.

"There's some recipes in here," she said, grabbing my attention. She slid the notebook across the counter and leaned forward with a smile. "Take your pick."

I flicked through it briefly, smiling at the notebook filled with recipes, all in Wanda's neat, cursive handwriting.

"Thank you," I said gratefully, looking up and catching her staring.

She perked up, clearing her throat as she nodded in response before looking the other way. Cute.

"Are you working on Sunday?" I asked with a raised brow, before rolling my eyes playfully. "What am I saying? Of course you're not. Not with that wrist."

She chuckled, still avoiding my eyes. "I'm not."

"Well, why don't you come over for her birthday? You can help me cook her a meal. Or rather, I can help you cook it since I'll probably screw it up."

Finally meeting my eyes, she smiled with amusement. "Are you sure?"

I gave her a knowing look, ignoring the butterflies swirling in my stomach as she held my gaze with her intense dark eyes. "Yes, I'm sure. Anna will love to celebrate with you. And..." I pursed my lips, taking a leap of faith and adding, "and I'd love it, too."

Wanda let out a quiet laugh. "You would, would you?"

I straightened up, smile widening. "Yeah, I would."

She tilted her head, studying me with a curious smile. "Well then, I clearly can't say no."

Something stirred in my chest the longer she watched me and I oddly liked it. It was obvious that Wanda was a beautiful girl with a heart of gold, but I guess I hadn't really acknowledged that I may have had feelings for her until now. And I didn't mind one bit.

"Great," I finally found my words, nodding slightly. "I'll see you Sunday."

She mirrored my expression, saying, "See you Sunday," and I knew I couldn't wait until then.

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emsylcatac · 4 years

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Compatible

Summary:

When Ladybug brings some of the old magazines she used to read as a teenager to a sleepover with Chat Noir, they end up doing an 'Adrien Agreste compatibility test', something that she has done more than once as a teenager.

There's no way her partner could beat her at it and get a higher score than her. No way.

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Ladybug looked around the room at the mess she and Chat Noir had left from the evening before. Scattered UNO cards on the table, empty glasses and half empty bottles of wine and cider, a plate with only three or four cookies left, and abandoned game controllers on ottomans in front of the small TV.

They always left a mess when they had a sleepover together; always because they went to bed way too late and were too tired to clean it all.

She loved that.

She turned her head to look at her partner half-sitting beside her on the sofa bed. The sheets were pulled up his waist, and he was wearing a dark grey t-shirt v-neck as a pajama that suited him particularly well. She herself was wearing a red with tiny black polka-dots tank top, and a pair of small black pajama shorts.

Chat Noir was smiling at whatever he was reading on his phone. Ladybug propped her head on his shoulder, but kept her gaze away from the device.

“What are you looking at?”

He kept silent a few seconds, still grinning, before answering. “I told my best friend about what my supervisor said to me yesterday. He’s telling me he’s gonna buy an electric racket for mosquitoes and slap him with it.”

Ladybug chuckled. “I like your friend.”

Chat Noir was doing an internship somewhere in the city, and while it seemed like he enjoyed it, his supervisor sounded everything but kind to him. Something Ladybug couldn’t understand, knowing how nice her partner was.

“I thought you would,” he replied, turning his phone off and putting it on the nightstand.

After defeating Hawkmoth four years ago, Ladybug and Chat Noir had both taken a break to focus on their studies. He had been somewhere abroad from what she gathered; she had studied in another city. Now they were both back in Paris and had been for a year; a new threat needing the heroes had arisen.

It had been good to see her partner and best friend again after all this time, a deliverance of sorts. Being older opened up to a lot more freedom than they had as young teenagers: they were more lenient regarding their identities, for one. Ladybug even offered more than once to reveal each other, but Chat Noir told her he was not quite ready yet. It had surprised her a lot, but if he needed time, she would let him take it.

Still, it hadn’t kept them from getting even closer than they used to be.

Ladybug wished they could be even closer. She suspected that Chat Noir probably did, too, yet neither of them pushed for it. The very comfortable friendship they had now established was both a blessing and a curse in that regard.

While it was easier for her to stay at her parent’s house for now, Chat Noir had had a new personal studio. It wasn’t big; just the kind of place you’d expect from any average student having to rent a far too expensive place for what it was, courtesy of living in Paris—but it was enough. It was great to plot against their enemy… or for sleepovers, a habit they had taken soon after he got it.

Chat Noir looked at the pile of old magazines she had brought—they were the ones she read as a teenager, the ones she gossiped about with Alya during their sleepovers. She had thought it could be fun to try that with him, even if they were definitely not up to date.

“We forgot to read those!” he exclaimed, getting up.

She watched as he closed his eyes to pick one at random, and brought it back to the bed.

“Which one did you get?”

“Let’s see… oooh, ‘Clara Rossignole is looking for a Ladybug and a Chat Noir for her next music video’”, he read aloud. “Wow. How old is that stuff?”

“Er, I think I must have been fifteen or something so… Seven years old?”

“Amazing! Exactly what I need to keep up with the latest juicy gossip!” He grinned.

Ladybug laughed and leaned on his shoulder to have a better look at the magazine. She remembered that one with this cover very well, it was the one where there was a personality test about—

“‘How compatible are you with teen model Adrien Agreste’, page 21.” Chat Noir fake-gasped. “Spiiicy! Let’s do it!”

As he opened the magazine, Ladybug hoped that it wouldn’t be too obvious to see how easy it was to find the page right away. Despite the years that had passed, the page was still bearing the marks of having been opened and opened again and stared at for far too long, more than any other.

If he noticed, Chat Noir chose not to comment.

He grabbed a four-coloured pen on his nightstand. “Wow, my Lady, that’s a lot of ink on there! We can barely see the little symbols in front of the answers.”

Well. She had had to take the test more than once to get a better score. She’d been aiming for a hundred percent compatibility, a hundred-and-one if she was lucky, or over-compatible—as she should have been back then according to herself.

Not that she would admit that to him.

“I had done it with friends. That’s why it’s so… inky.”

Chat Noir hummed, suspicious, but didn’t push further.

“And it doesn’t work with symbols, it’s a points system. So we can’t cheat,” she added.

She would know. She had tried.

He snorted. “You remember this surprisingly well, Buguinette.”

She didn’t comment on that very accurate observation. Instead, she dropped a kiss on his cheek.

“Why do you want to do that test anyway?”

“Because it’s fun! And to see if I can get a better score than you,” he said.

She scoffed. “As if you would win! I’m unbeatable at this.”

That made him snicker. “Unlike with UNO?”

She glared at him at that and pulled her head away from his shoulder. He brought her back with an arm around her, and kissed her temple apologetically.

She begrudgingly accepted the kiss. Very begrudgingly. (She couldn’t help but smile at the contact of his lips).

(She also couldn’t help but snuggle closer to him).

“So,” Chat Noir went on, “what do we have for the first question… Oooh, ‘which colour is your favourite? Green, Blue, Pink or Red?’,” he raised a brow. “That’s not a lot of choices in my opinion.”

“Blue,” Ladybug automatically answered.

Chat Noir snorted. “No, yours is pink Bugacheat, I know that well enough,” and he circled the answer in red. “However, mine is blue.”

“Maybe I changed favourite colour.”

“No, you didn’t,” he replied flatly. She pouted. “Next question. ‘What is your favourite season?’”

Ladybug pondered. She liked all seasons, after all; they each had their charm.

“Can’t we pick all of them?”

“Well, apparently you can’t because, according to this very accurate magazine, Adrien Agreste has only one favourite season.”

“Write ‘autumn’, then,” she decided.

He circled it in red for her, and circled spring in green for him.

“Okay, ‘how many times do you blink in the span of a minute? Fifteen, eighteen, twenty or twenty-two”, he frowned. “Where did they even get these information?”

“They have very good sources.”

“Sure,” he snorted. “Does Adrien Agreste himself even know the answer to that?”

“Well, of course, it’s in the magazine,” she laughed.

She knew it couldn’t really be trusted, but she liked to take these facts as straight science when she was younger.

“God, these tests are so bad,” Chat Noir shook his head. “How is that suppose to tell you if you’re compatible with him or not?”

“Hey! Don’t criticise my magazine or you’ll offend mini-me!”

“Well, Babybug, I think the questions from your magazine are dumb. And I’m answering… I don’t know... eighteen maybe?”

“Put twenty-two for me,” she said proudly.

She remembered the answer corresponding to Adrien’s to that question, but he didn’t need to know that.

They went on like that through the rest of the test, from morning routine to favourite scent—“Ew, why are one of the answers camembert?”— and gut reaction when faced with an akuma—“you would jump off of a building, Kitty”. Ladybug tried to answer what ‘Adrien’ would do instead of herself, and Chat Noir corrected her each time—“I choose passion fruits!” - “there’s a reason you always take strawberry ice-creams, my Lady. You can’t fool me!” — until they arrived at the end of the test.

“Aaaaand I’ve got a score of…” Chat Noir paused, looking and calculating the results, “eighty-six percent! While you, on the other hand, despite trying to cheat on at least five questions—”

“Hey!”

“—have a score of… Aw, only forty-one!”

“What?!” Ladybug all but screamed.

“Ah, yes, it looks like I beat you Buguinette!” The little shit sounded so proud with himself.

“There’s no way your score is higher than mine,” she said, snatching the magazine from his hands and scrupulously recounting the points herself.

There was no way, indeed.

And yet.

Chat Noir knew how to count, alright. Ladybug was silently fuming.

No, it didn’t matter anymore whether she was compatible with her old crush or not. And yes, the magazine was probably incorrect anyway.

And sure, Adrien was twenty-two now, not fifteen, so his answers would probably not be the same anymore, but still.

She had to defend young-Marinette’s honour.

And in honour of young-Marinette’s past struggles and unconditional love, there was no way Chat Noir of all people could be more compatible with Adrien than herself.

Chat Noir’s laughters brought her out of her shocked horror.

“Aw, don’t pull that face, Bugachups, sometimes you win, sometimes you lose! Maybe you’ll beat me to the next! Say, they don’t have a compatibility test with Chat Noir by any chan—”

“You cheated.” She stated it calmly but coldly. She had to be calm about it. “You must have.”

Chat Noir guffawed. “I’m not you! Also why so upset? Afraid I ruined your chances with…” he took the magazine back from her hands to read the caption under the test’s title, “...Paris’ favourite teenage boy?” He frowned. “Hey, shouldn’t that have been me at the tim—”

“No, I’m not afraid of anything like that,” she grumbled. “It’s just that… I used to know everything there was to know about Adrien Agreste back in the day.”

He blinked. “Everything?!”

“Everything,” she repeated. “Also, I don’t need to do a Chat Noir compatibility test to know that I’d get a hundred percent at it.”

He snickered. “I sure do hope that you’d get a higher score with me than that poor forty-one percent.”

She hit him with her pillow. For making fun of her, and for not having taken the bait.

“Yes,” she insisted, “I’d have a better score and I’d get the highest, thank you very much.”

He gently pinched and squished her cheeks while nuzzling his nose against hers teasingly. “Aaaww, of course we would be the most compatible Buguichou, we’re made for each other!”

Better.

Still, they had become so comfortable with each other now that it could mean everything and nothing.

“Chat Noooiiiiir,” she whined in lieu of pushing further, “stop annoying me!”

He released her and laughed. “You love it when I annoy you!”

Yes.

“No.”

He snorted and shook his head. “Anyway.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “What was it about you knowing everything there was to know about teen model, Paris' darling extraordinaire Adrien Agreste?”

She groaned. “Please can we not?”

“No. I want to know more about the boy I’m eighty-six percent compatible with, Bugaboo! And who better to teach me all I need to know other than the finest expert you aaaaar—”

She snatched the magazine back from his hands and swatted him with it.

“You’re” —swat— “not” —swat— “more compatible than me” —hit— “with Adrien” she had him pinned on the bed and he was giggling, trying and failing to push her away, “because I had the biggest crush” —swat— “on him and I was” —swat— “in love with him, do you understand?”

She stopped hitting him to throw him her deadliest look.

“Wait, what?” he said, still grinning from the fight. “You were in love with him like… in love love?”

She crossed her arms. “Yes, I was in love love with him.”

He snorted. And then, slowly, his body shook more and more, the laughters coming from him getting louder and louder.

“You—,” he choked, raising a finger in her direction, “you were in love with Adrien Agreste when we were fifteen.”

She sighed. “Yes, I was in love with Adrien Agreste. Go on, laugh all you want, ‘ha-ha-ha, Ladybug was in love with Hawkmoth’s son, ha-ha,’ so funny.”

“Oh my god, yes, Ladybug in love with our enemy’s son,” he kept laughing. “Waaait, wait wait, hold on, that’s excellent but… when you told me you were in love with someone else, back then…”

Her stomach fluttered at the memory that yes, Chat Noir used to be in love with her.

“...Does that mean that he was the boy you were referring to?” he looked at her expectantly.

She didn’t reply.

“He was?!" he exclaimed. “Ladybug, that’s… that’s… that’s hilarious!” and he was back laughing, even louder than before.

She glared at him, before grabbing her pillow once again and hitting him with it.

“No, no—I’ll stop, I’ll stop! But you don’t understand, this is so funny!”

“I really don’t see why.” And with that she lay down on the bed and turned around, her back to him. “Adrien is a very sweet person, I had great taste.”

Today, however, by loving Chat Noir? Maybe not so much, she decided.

A warm hand settled on her arm.

(She still had great tastes).

“Say, my Lady… if you were to meet that Adrien boy today and he were to ask you on a date… would you say yes?” She could still hear the remainder of his amusement in his voice, but he seemed to have calmed down, now.

She turned around to face him. He was lying on the side, propped on one elbow with his head resting on his hand. She pondered his question a few seconds. She hadn’t seen Adrien in a while, after all.

And… there was someone else now. She wasn’t fifteen anymore.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

He was rubbing small circles on her arm.

“Oh?” he said with a hint of amusement in his voice. “What would fifteen-year-old-Bugbooboo think about that?”

She snorted. “She wouldn’t believe I’d ever say that. She’d think I lost my mind.”

He chuckled with her.

She frowned. “But… well, we all change when we grow up and… Adrien is probably still a great person. And I mean, with what he had to go through, I admire him a lot. But also, there’s some—… there’s… there’s...”

“There’s what?”

You.

“Chat Nooiiir,” she tugged at the kwagatama around his neck instead, and raised her eyes to his. She bit her lip. “You know.”

She couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. Even after all these years, confessing was still something she found herself struggling with. But she kept his gaze as he silently searched hers; she wouldn’t back away or hide from it.

She kept it as he slowly took the hand that was fiddling with his necklace and lifted it to his lips. Kept it as he gently kissed the tips of her fingers. As she felt a shiver and the heat rising to her cheeks and was sure he could see it, too.

And she still kept his gaze as he lowered their hands on the mattress, and caressed hers with his thumb.

He knew.

And he reciprocated. She put a hand on his cheek, and slowly brought her face closer to his. She was about to close her eyes and the gap between them when a finger on her lips interrupted her.

Chat Noir closed his eyes, letting a small smile tug at his lips. Took a deep breath. Exhaled.

Opened his eyes again and looked right into hers.

“What if…” he said nervously, almost as a murmur, a deep contrast to his amusement from earlier. “What if I told you that… that you could have both? In one person.”

Her eyes widened. She sat up suddenly and grabbed his face. Did he mean that—

“Chaton?!” she said surprised —questioning. Her eyes frantically searched his.

He took one of her hands and brought it to his mask. And slowly nodded.

Carefully, shaking, she removed the home-sewed mask from his face.

His eyes were closed, but it was the unmistakable face of Adrien that met her. And older Adrien, an Adrien who was still the same but also so different.

An Adrien who was Chat Noir, and had always been—an Adrien that she knew more than she could have possibly thought.

As he opened his eyes to look at her, she took both his hands and kissed them. She noticed that she was crying when she saw tears dropping on his ring. She didn’t care.

It suddenly hit her that this boy had had to fight against his own father—and that it was certainly why he hadn’t been ready to show himself before. What he just did now, finally revealing himself to her—this was huge.

But looking at his gaze, soft from her actions, and feeling his hand wiping her tears away, she decided that it was probably not something he wanted to discuss now. And she didn’t want to ruin their moment, their reveal, with pity and talks about his father: the very thing he had probably tried to avoid when he was still insecure about who he was under the mask.

She giggled through her tears. “You’re beautiful,” is what first made its way out of her mouth.

That made him laugh and oh god, she was making him cry too now.

“Take off my mask. Please,” she whispered, kissing his fingers once more.

He sat up next to her, are gently put a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Then, he did as she told—and gasped.

“You—you’re Marinette!”

She giggled again. “And you’re Adrien!”

“I was thinking about you the other day. I was wondering how you were doing and…” he trailed off.

“And now you know!”

“And now I know!” he grinned. “You’re wonderful… I missed you so much but… it also sounds weird to say that now, doesn’t it?”

“Well… we could still catch up, around a coffee and uh… is this date with both Chat Noir and Adrien still on the table?” she asked.

Was she being a bit too straight forward? Probably. But she had troubles to control her mouth right now.

“When will it not?” he breathed.

She squealed and wiggled on her spot, grabbing his face. But before she could come closer to him, she faltered and stopped, remembering his finger on her lips a few minutes before.

“Uh, can I kiss you this time?”

He chuckled, a soft blush gracing his cheeks—and kissed her in answer.

She immediately closed her eyes at the contact of his lips and kissed him back—slowly, deeply, tasting him as much as she could. He tilted his head to give her a better access, and she climbed on his laps to be more comfortable—and closer to him.

Marinette lost count of how many times they came back for each other, of how many times their lips met, or their tongues. She felt so happy and so good—so in love.

When they separated and looked at each other, shy and giddy smiles on their faces, she couldn’t help but drop another tender kiss on his cheek, and caressed it afterwards.

“Now I know what you found so funny earlier,” she told him.

“It’s hilarious, right? We were so dumb!”

“We still are,” she added.

“We definitely still are. I can’t believe I didn’t know that Marinette was in love with me in collège, wow.”

“Is in love with you,” she corrected, still caressing his cheeks. “Present tense.”

She would always remember the look on his face when she said it. He was in love with her too, there was no doubt about it.

Suddenly, she was hit with a realisation and looked at him in horror. “Wait a minute. That means… That I have only forty-one percent compatibility with Chat Noir?!”

Adrien burst out laughing. “My Laaaady, you can’t seriously believe these tests, right?”

“Well, no, but we still should have way more compatibility than forty-one percent. Who even has that with their super-hero partner?”

“Marinette,” he said, amused, “my Bugabisous…I don’t even have a hundred percent with myself. It would be hard to live in my own head.”

She blinked. “You’re right. That test is dumb. But how do we know if we’re the most compatible then?”

Adrien chuckled, and put his hands around her waist, bringing her closer to him. “Well, you’re the Guardian, I think you can make up the rules for that.”

She put her arms around his neck. “That’s true. Then I decide that we’re a hundred percent compatible.”

“A hundred percent, uh?”

Their foreheads were touching now.

“A hundred-and-one,” she whispered against his lips, and she kissed him.

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threewaysdivided · 4 years

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One thing I noticed in the assessment scene in the last chapter is that Danny never mentions that he has supernatural durability, agility, and strength on top of all the other things? Like, Danny can pick up and fly around with a 5 ton bus at the very least, and he's been thrown through buildings and concrete with little damage.

A few people have been asking about Danny’s powers across reviews and comments so I might pull in a couple of those and make this one big answer if that’s alright.

Why does Danny not mention he has [X] power in Assessment?

The first thing to be aware of here is that none of the characters in Young Justice: Deathly Weapons are completely objectively reliable narrators, especially when it comes to what they say in dialogue. That doesn’t mean they’re unreliable narrators - they won’t lie in their internal narration (unless they are also lying to themselves) - but, basically, they’re people; they’re not always fully rational and their own biases/ preconceptions/ insecurities/ self-perception/ priorities can colour how they interpret information and how they communicate information to other characters.

Characters might disregard/ gloss over information that they think is unimportant/ uninteresting, they might draw incorrect conclusions due to incomplete data or their own preconceptions, they might prioritise/ emphasise/ play up things they want other characters to know or are pleased/ angry about, while trying to downplay or hide other things because they don’t see them as a big deal or are concerned with how other characters will react or are trying to be humble or are embarrassed/ ashamed. There can also be times when they just genuinely didn’t know/ notice/ realise something or think to bring it up.

Specifically with Assessment, there are a few things going on: Firstly is that this is Danny talking about himself in dialogue, and our boy does not have the most objective or positive self-image; he can be pretty harsh and dismissive about his “stupidity” and lack of ability when he feels like he’s not doing too well, and... suffice to say after the nine months Danny’s just had, he really doesn’t feel like he’s been doing too well. It’s also not super clear in DP how much Danny knows about the specifics of his own powers, and whether he sees things like durability, agility, and strength as separate abilities, as extensions of other abilities, or if he’d consciously recognise them as powers at all unless someone pointed them out. On top of that, Danny’s being affected by exactly who his audience is. These aren’t the kids at Casper High or some civilians he wants to impress, they’re Justice League mentors and their proteges. Heroes he would have been seeing on TV before he even became Phantom, and would have idolised and looked up to as he tried to step up and protect Amity Park. That’s a recipe for some pretty hefty imposter syndrome right there. Sure, he might be faster/ stronger/ more agile /more durable than a civilian, but compared to The Flash? To Martian Manhunter? To Superman? There’s no way he’d even dream of putting himself on that level.

(There’s also the simpler Doylist answer that this is a piece of fanfiction and that as the writer I know 90%+ of you are already fans of DP, know what his powers are and have probably read the wiki. Dryly rattling off his power list or dragging things out further to cover the minute ins and outs of every ability wouldn’t make for a very enjoyable read and the main purpose of this scene is to set up some characterisation, let the other characters react to the powers he’ll be using a lot and establish those things ahead of time so I don’t have to pause later situations to have Danny explain how and what he could do to help.)

Danny’s Powers in YJ:DW

One of the more complicated aspects of Danny Phantom as a show is that it’s a 2004 Nicktoon caught between a superhero series, comedy and light-horror (with different creators and executives clearly having different priorities) and as a result can often run on Rule of Cool/ Rule of Funny/ Rule of Drama/ “Cartoon Logic” at the cost of internal consistency. There are certain elements of the lore and characters which to me were clearly driven more by "whatever this episode/ scene/ joke needs" or “what will be easiest to animate” rather than how it would work within the rules of the fiction. I don't actually think it's possible to integrate every single piece of DP lore across all the episodes into a consistent series-spanning canon without actively breaking parts of the show. (I’ve talked about the way this can negatively impact characterisation in my Sam posts).

It’s also made more complicated because the animation of Danny’s powers in DP isn’t always consistent/ clear and the canon doesn’t do a lot to spell out what’s a new power and what’s an existing power being used in a different way. Is it superspeed or is it a mix of his high flight speed combined with good reflexes and spectral body manipulation? Is it super strength or could it be ecto-augmentation combined with his ability to transfer invisibility/ intangibility/ flight to things he's in physical contact with? Is it teleportation or is he just flying really fast and turning invisible? Is that a fireball or did the animators just add an aesthetic flourish to a standard ectoplasm blast because it looked cooler?

Some really neat meta has come out of other fans trying to reconcile this but it does kind of force a bit of a pick-and-choose approach if you're doing crossover world-building.

Powers I’m excluding from YJ:DW canon:

Underwater Breathing/ No need for oxygen This is inconsistent in the show: in space he needs a helmet, which implies he does, but then he can breath and talk underwater. I’m going to write off the lack of helmet in those places as a mercy on the animators and say that while he doesn’t need to breathe as much he still needs some O2 in both forms.

Pyrokinesis This one straight doesn’t makes sense with the more explicit canon that he has an ice core so I’m going to say the “fireballs” are less actual fire and more that ectoplasm blasts can look like fire because you know... plasm (Robin also makes this mistake in YJ:DW Chapter 2). It’s possible for ectoplasm to cause things around it to spontaneously ignite from the sheer energy (in the same way you can technically ignite things with a Plasma Cutter), but there’s no actual fire involved.

Telekinesis I only remember one instance of this in the show and it was the gag from the end of Boxed Up Fury so I'm crossing it off as a Rule of Funny joke contrivance rather than part of the serious lore.

Dream Invasion, Software Fusion, Direct Power Absorption/ Weather Control These only happened in one episode each and only with assistance from tech or interference from another ghost so I'm going to call these as situation-specific and not part of his normal capabilities.

Teleportation Writing this off as mostly an animation/ editing goof, plus he's fast and can turn invisible so it's more likely an optical illusion than a defined power for him. In theory this may be a power he could eventually develop but it’s not one he has in YJ:DW

Classifications of the powers I’m keeping in YJ:DW:

Standard Ghost Powers (touch-transferable on sustained physical contact) - Flight As in canon, Danny is a naturally fast flyer - Invisibility - Intangibility

Spectral Body Manipulation/ General Augmentation - Physical Augmentation: Strength, Speed, Agility, Durability - Accelerated Healing (also reduces wound scarring) - Improved Balance & Wall-Crawling (a flight bi-product) - Physical body distortion (ghost form only) Can distort his body in Phantom form to avoid attacks and escape tight spaces but beyond the flight-tail there's limited conscious usability - it's more like a reflex reaction.

Ectoplasmic Manipulation (Offensive) - Ecto-blasts (aka ghost-rays) - Ecto-Energy Constructions - Ghost Stinger - Energy Strike/ Power Augmentation Can channel ectoplasm into physical attacks to increase damage, usually by holding an unreleased ecto-blast at the end of whatever limb he’s doing the hitting with.

Ectoplasmic Manipulation (Defensive) - Shield Constructs - Attack Redirection - Repulsion Field

Overshadowing - Possession of host body/ people puppet-ing - Exorcism Combines with intangibility - ghosts can't overshadow other ghosts, and intangible ghosts can interact, allowing him to drag/ drive ghosts out of overshadowed hosts.

Frost Core - Cryokinesis - Ghost Sense

Advanced - Duplication Every time he's done it successfully in canon it was with some kind of outside influence/assistance/augmentation, so it's something he has to work on refining if he wants to use it at his base power level.

Danny-Specific - Ghostly Wail

Will YJ:DW include powers added by DP side content or Hartman’s later videos?

My general answer when it comes to Word of God is “only if it personally interests me or could make for a more interesting story”. I typically fall on the Death of the Author side of fandom - I’m happy to listen to the creators’ ideas and explanations but just like any other person’s headcanon it’s only as strong as the actual textual evidence supporting it.

Death of the Author This theory posits that, because commercial art is created to be consumed, not just created, the audience’s interpretations of a work should be considered just as valid as the creator’s. The work must stand on its own and creators cannot micro-manage their audience’s response to it.

1. A creator’s intentions and biographical facts (political stances, religion, etc) should hold no special weight in determining the validity of an interpretation. 2. Save for re-releases/reboots or direct continuations, the creator cannot and should not attempt to retroactively insert information or interpretations that were not present in the original text.

As for Butch Hartman in specific, he’s... not really a creator I have much time for beyond the direct canon of the show, if I'm honest. I appreciate his role as the primary creator and director, but (as covered in more detail in the Reboot Thoughts Post) he only has writing credits for about 10 episodes in total - the majority of which are in in Season 3 and include very weak ones like Phantom Planet - while most of the strongest entries in my opinion came out of the original S1/2 writing team when Steve Marmel was in the role of lead story editor. He's also been rather contradictory about the canon and seems to want to actively deny certain parts of it (for a while insisting that the ghosts were actually monsters from another dimension despite some pretty explicit dialogue in S1). Plus, I find myself in disagreement with his more recent creative philosophies and some of the ways he's treated fans and fellow creators since then.

Danny Phantom as a show often seems to be the product of the individual writers on a given episode more than some grand vision from Hartman on high. To me this show was as much Marmel, Ventress, Isenberg and Silver's product as Hartman’s and I've found myself favouring their output most of the time. I don’t follow him or watch his videos, and unless it’s in show itself I don't count his content as canon.

Hope this answers everyone’s questions! 😄

#Young Justice: Deathly Weapons #Danny Phantom #Ghost Powers #Chapter 17 #Assessment #this has been sitting in my inbox forever #sorry anon #you caught me right as I was moving house again #Anonymous #3WD Answers #YJ:DW Meta

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eternally-tired-cryptid · 4 years

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Who are your OCs? What are their stories?

An Incomplete List of my OCs

Fandom OCs-

Tina Talie, Daughter of Apollo, Percy Jackson series

Era Thyme, Incorrect timeline, Harry Potter Universe

Joey Wayne, adoptive daughter of Bruce Wayne, primarily the first two seasons of the Young Justice TV show

Bethany, Fall Spirit, Rise of the Gaurdians

Bethany, Spider-Girl, unclear storyline I just drew her like 20 times

Novel OCs-

Jessamine Khan, her storyline is designed to allow me to adjust it to be incorporated in any storyline or universe I want, but she has actually become a character in my novel so that’s the version I’d probably talk abt here

Tilan, has big bird wings, is a general in the queens army of Salutatum, the youngest but most trusted at age 21, best friends (cough in love with) Jessamine, major character in my novel

Dallet, super speed, uncomfortable baby who knows nothing of the world, finally runs away from abusive father at beginning of the story before crashing into the main characters

Marte, the chosen one, sent with Jessamine and Tilan on a mission he wants nothing to do with by a Queen he doesn’t trust

These are just my ‘main character’ OCs, however I have a huuuuge cast of characters for my novel I’d love to introduce too

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inaccurate-janto-conversations · 5 years

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Name 10 favorite characters from 10 different things (📚, 📺, film, etc.), then tag 10 people!

I was tagged by @enderon quite a while ago, and I’m just now getting around to it so without any further ado here we go!

In no particular order

Miles Edgeworth (Phionex Wright series)

River Song (Doctor Who)

Jack Skellington (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

R (Warm Bodies)

Ianto Jones (Torchwood)

The Phantom/Eric (The Phantom of the Opera)

Garnet (Steven Universe)

Superboy/Conner Kent (Young Justice TV Series)

Roy Mustang (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Alucard (Hellsing)

I’m gonna tag @vld-incorrect-quotes @javic-piotr-thane @whatschooldoesntteachyou @cozsheep @whitetrashphilosopher (I know that’s only 5, but I don’t really feel comfortable tagging anyone I haven’t directly spoken with on this site so yeah)

Creating this list was way more complicated than it should have been DX But I got it done! Finally! Also, you really can tell what I do while on Tumblr by looking at the people I tagged XD

#i need more hobbies #thanks for tagging me!#tag game

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clamityganon · 4 years

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sometimes i remember conner kent in the young justice cartoon watched TV static for fun and i think “what the fuck”

#not my superboy #dc #dc comics #conner kent #superboy #young justice #young justice cartoon #young justice tv #incorrect conner kent #incorrect superboy #incorrect young justice tv #incorrect young justice

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cjill77-blog · 5 years

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Worst Night of My Life

Me Against Them: Surviving Police Bullying

I have the deepest regrets of ever putting myself in the position to have to write a letter like this. I'm writing about a horrific incident that occurred to me with a heavy heart and soul. I pray to God that no one will ever have to go through what I have endured and I am sure many before me have already, because honestly who wants to stand up alone against a city administration, a city prosecutor and an entire police department in the town they live in. I Do.

My name is Cara Ledezma a 41 year old single mom with almost 16 year old and we live in Grain Valley, Missouri. Today I’m going to share a dark and horrific incident, not at the hands of some criminals but at the hands of Police. Yes, the POLICE who is sworn to protect the laws, the innocent, their property who actually turned out to be the real culprits.

This all happened back in 2017, when I was stopped by a police officer at 408 Main Street, my home address at the time. He suspected something criminal from a far distance(or at least a story the police were told) and because I didn't have my license at that time he decided to call for a drug dog to search my car without any probable cause that too when he had plenty of backup because several more police cars were in my driveway seconds after I pulled into my driveway only driving one city block. The sniffer went on to search my car but found nothing and then the officer went on to search my personal belongings he went on to search my purse which he had no right nor the cause too and then he decided to book me for possession of small amounts of prescription drug that belonged to my mother, by calling it "Possession of Drugs". This farce didn't stop or that his companion officers or the other officer with the sniffer from BSPD, he picks up the jewelry from my purse and the TV from the back seat of my car and referred them to be stolen from a burglary at Cypress Street from a month prior. Since then I’ve mentally so disturbed by all this, thousands in court fines and fees, attorney fees and not to mention my vehicle and all of the possessions in my vehicle. I have had countless sleepless nights over it and been depressed at certain times thinking about it, thinking about the time it happened, how it happened or how it all got started. Now I have decided that I will not share a shred of my tears or my invaluable time thinking about how it happened. How it got started but on the contrary, now the only thing I care about is how it’s going to end, for good. I have decided that my daughter and I have suffered enough from something that we had nothing to do with and now it's time to put this horrible chapter of our life to bed. So that’s why I’ve decided to share my story with all of you so you could all know what I have suffered.

Since then, for 2 years I've dedicated myself that I will get to the bottom of this and will prove my innocence to everyone, since then I've been Dissecting the police reports and have been finding inaccuracies and discrepancies in them and have been finding facts to counter their outrageous lies.

The witness they presented against my name is a convicted felon with a record of Enticement of a Child(Actor 21 Years old or older and children less than 15 years of age), such felon is not being regarded and treated as a felon and a threat to the community, but instead his words are taken as biblical against a longtime resident of Grain Valley, against a single mom in college with a teenage daughter at GVHS, a women with ties to the community and family with business in Grain Valley. A felon’s words against someone who graduated GVHS, who spent most of her life in what I believed was beautiful community without any record of wrongdoing. I can say that I endured nothing but sheer humiliation at the hands of GVPD.

I can’t even begin to contemplate of what I had to go through, and since this, I've devoted myself to find the truth. So to begin I acquired the police report of the incident which was a complete fabrication of the truth. For a start, that why I’m calling it fabricated report because it involved no video of the whole incident, I couldn’t get a single shred of video evidence that could prove them right and me wrong, not from the inside of police station or from outside or from any of the police officers who were involved in this incident, not from ONE. There were three police patrols were involved and still there was no footage from any single one of them, with more than $100,000.00 of taxpayer money spent and still, they couldn't produce a video, I wonder what that money was spent on? So, I decided to go through the court, to obtain the video evidence, I asked my attorney (Dave Halpin) to get the motion to file only to be told first by police a motion only to find out that the GVPD had no video evidence of that night. Period.

Then I decided to head towards BSPD since my car was searched by Officer Bates who was from BSPD. It is worth noting that the sniffer found nothing when he sniffed my car, it was only then they decided to search my belongings and my car which they had no right to do as I said earlier, and as according to the law “A police officer can only search your vehicle if he has probable cause" which they didn't have. That is where the police overstepped and abused their power by violating my fundamental right, that they humiliated me even when I told them that I was bleeding all the way through my legs cause of menstrual bleeding, I requested them to let me get some feminine products to clean myself up as I was being held in my driveway in front of all the officers and anyone who was driving by. After about an hour of being humiliated, mocked and completely feeling like I was being tortured the officers did let me get in my car to change my clothes and get some clean one. The ones I just picked from the laundry. On the top of all the horrors that they inflicted upon me, the Officer Youngs had the audacity to say “You better not pull the fucking bullshit that you pulled the night before and piss in my car.” I am not paraphrasing I am quoting his literal words.

The officer from GVPD booked me for possession of drugs which I didn't have, but my possessions were clearly in evidence, he took my jewelry which he confiscated from my purse without my consent and without any warrant and placed them into the evidence box, even though that jewelry belonged to me and my daughter, I said that then and I’ll stand by it now till my last breath.

My vehicle was towed off from the premises, and my locked glove box was searched with neither my permission or any warrant. Even officer soles stated that in his report that at the beginning of the traffic stop, the car was tossed and illegally search even when the owner didn't give them her consent not, they had any warrant. It should not have even been towed from private property and there is no law that dictates that the police can do it without a warrant, which is still in possession of the towing company, but according to Ron’s Towing, it is lost but somehow still in my name with no abandonment paperwork filed by GVPD or Ron’s Towing to the state. I feel like there are a few things to talk about, including my car, the inventory reports for my car for two separate occasions which I have yet to get after asking numerous times.

Now, please pay special attention to my arrest on the stealing charge it seems very odd that I was bonded out of Ray Co. on 8-8-2017 on separate charges and then I was made to wait for GVPD to pick me up several hours later only to be unlawfully detained. Then I was taken back to GVPD only to be sent to BSPD where they apparently shelter their felons and criminals awaiting to be transferred. I was held on a 24-hour hold where I was still being unlawfully detained for what the official reports are saying that I was already arrested for. It became even odder when I realized that I spent that much time in captivity and didn't get to meet a detective yet. The police confiscated my belongings referring them as stolen and even returned them to the alleged victim even before I was charged with a crime.

To make you realize that those items weren't stolen and were mine;

I can forward and will send pictures that I have with my daughter and I wearing the jewelry, including the cross from her Holy Communion that she worn months before the crime, I apparently committed only to be given to the incorrect owner.

You can See Photos! By clicking on it.

That is what I suffered, and I Thank you for your attention in this matter. . I know that I would be retaliated by the GVPD and would be defied with all the viciousness from them, but I will not back down and will not abandon my mission to bring these culprits forward to you, because I believe it can do that to me then they can do that to anyone. I'm very afraid not only for my own safety, my 16-year-old daughter, and every woman out there as well. Keeping the circumstances in mind and by experiencing myself at the hands of GVPD I tried to go to them and for justice from them, and the system failed me. Although, of course, I would rather have felt safe enough to make a complaint in person, unfortunately, that is not the case without my own witnesses with me. It should be sad for all of us, especially myself who would never want another woman or girl to be mocked and harassed the way I was. I was stripped of my car, my personal belongings, self-confidence, dignity and all faith in the Grain Valley Police Department and it's personal. Police are supposed to be our friends, our protectors but I believe some black sheep can stain an entire police department.

Cara

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