#yep I'm definitely going to be sent to hell

[scarletlizzard]

Christmas Angel

Parings: wanda maximoff x female reader

Tags Minors DNI: smut, fluff, dirty talk, name calling, choking, strap on (R) receiving, dom!wanda, fingering , cheating?

Summary: At a Christmas party in a club, you find yourself sitting alone at the bar. That is until Wanda Maximoff buys you a drink.

You sip down another straight shot of vodka, wondering how the hell you got here. You look around the crowded club at the Christmas decorations that hung all over the building. Strands of green and red flickered above you, fake felt snow wrapped around the bar, even the bartender was wearing half of a Santa suit. The crowd of people behind you on the dance floor seemed to get bigger in the 15 minutes you had been sitting at the bar, and you were starting to wonder whether or not you should leave.

"You want another?" the shirtless Santa asks, his fake white beard crooked as he shakes a cocktail. You sigh with a smile and shrug.

"Why the hell not?" He nods at your words, returning a smile. As he pours you another shot, you find yourself subconsciously turning the ring on your left index finger. You stare at it for a moment before grabbing the shot glass, lifting it up towards shirtless Santa, and downing it in one go.

After that shot you definitely felt yourself relax, feeling the warmth of the alcohol begin to course through your body. Before you could call over the bartender again, shirtless Santa, he's already walking towards you with a drink in hand. "Here you go!" He sets down a fruity looking cocktail in front of you. His beard was no longer crooked, but now his hat was.

"Oh, hey, I didn't order anything else!" You raise your voice, trying to speak above the music and across the bar.

"No worries, someone sent this for you and paid your tab already!" He yells back and sends a friendly wink your way before nodding his head in the direction across the bar. Your eyes were immediately drawn to the color red as you looked over, a woman standing out from the rest of the crowd. She raises her glass in your direction, and you're compelled to do the same.

She smiles and watches as you take a sip of her gift, and you can't help the blush on your cheeks from the way she stares. From what you could make out, she was wearing a nice red sweater that clashed with her gorgeous auburn hair and black slacks on her bottom half. Her eyes were encased with black framed glasses, and thankfully, they couldn't hide the glimmer of emerald you saw behind them.

Lost in the sea of green, you realize she's left her spot and is making her way over to you. You quickly run a hand through your hair and straighten up the short green dress you had on. Soon enough, she's standing next to you, leaning against the wood of the bar.

"Hey there!" The redhead says.

"Hey."

"I couldn't help but notice you all alone over here," she says, her voice is just loud enough for you to hear it over the loud music. You notice her eyes settle on the ring on your finger, but only for a moment. She has a small smirk on face as her eyes move back up to meet yours. "Or maybe you aren't alone?" She asks with a tilt of her head.

"I'm alone," you say flatly, shrugging and sipping your drink.

"Good to hear. I'm Wanda, and you?"

"Y/N," is all you say, watching as she nods.

"That's a very beautiful name." You feel her inch forward towards you. There's a moment of awkward silence as you don't speak. "Where are you from?" Wanda asks.

"New York."

"Oh really? Wow, New York is beautiful this time of year.. Rockefeller Center, the snow."

Another moment of silence.

"Did you go to school there?"

You nod, "Yep, NYU. I studied photography there."

"Oh, that's really cool! I've always been interested in photography, you know. Taking pictures.. and what not.." She clears her throat and adjusts the glasses on her face.

Silence.

"I um, I like your earrings by the way, they uh, really complement your eyes," She says with a sweet smile, bringing her cup up to her lips and taking a drink. You sigh and do your best to look annoyed with her. "You know actually -"

You cut her off with a raise of your hand, standing from the stool. "Let me just stop you right there, Wanda. You seem really sweet and really nice. You bought me a drink, asked about my life, and complemented me.." You start off, looking at her cheeky grin and the glasses on her face. "But sweet and nice is not what I'm looking for. I don't want someone to chat with all night long, talking about who's from where and what makes you giggle. Not interested, thanks," you give her a fake, bitchy smile.

Wanda has a look of shock on her face, mouth open as she stutters to find the right words. "Y/N, Y/N wait, I'm not -" But you're walking away from her to the dance floor, leaving the rest of your drink at the bar. You let out a huff as you weave through the ocean of bodies, letting yourself get lost in the music.

The lights above the dance floor flash red and green, and everyone around you was wearing Christmas colors or tacky Christmas sweaters. It reeked of alcohol and sweaty bodies, but you found yourself swaying your hips to the music anyway. It only took a few minutes before you felt a pair of hands on your waist, gripping tightly. You felt their body against your back, moving along with you to the upbeat music that played. One of the hands traveled up your waist and side, up your arm and shoulder to move your hair away from one side of your neck. You can feel them lean down against you, their lips on your ear as they begin to speak.

"I'm anything but sweet and nice, angel." You hear Wandas voice as her arm wraps around you tightly to prevent you from turning around. Her other arm wraps higher around your body, letting her fingers explore the skin on your exposed shoulder.

"Wanda -"

"Shut up, slut," she spits out, making you gasp in her grip. "That's what you are isn't it? That's how you want to be treated?" Wanda presses her hips further against your ass, and that's when you realize for the first time she's got something underneath her slacks. She loosens her grip enough to let you turn around in her arms.

You see that she's lost the glasses, and her eyes are dark with lust. Flashes of green hit her face, accenting her eyes. When red begins to flash, another smirk plays on her lips.

"What did you just call me?" You say, shock still on your voice. But who were you kidding? You could feel yourself getting more turned on with every smirk on her face.

"I called you a fucking slut," she says, without blinking. "I'm not interested in talking or chatting, I don't care about New York or where you went to school... and I fucking hate those earrings." Again, without changing a single expression on her face.

Your jaw drops at her words, "I will deck you right here and take you to the fucking floor."

"Promise?" Another smirk.

The two of you stand and stare at each other for a moment.

Two moments.

Then you're leaning up, and she's leaning down in what could be the hottest kiss of your life. Her hands are on your back holding you tightly against her, and your hands move behind her head to tangle in her auburn locks, pulling at them. Wanda groans into your mouth, mumbling, "Bathroom, now.." against your lips.

Once the door shuts, Wanda pins you to the hard surface, reaching behind you to lock the door. Your arms wrap around her neck, pulling her closer to you and kissing her again. Her tongue slides across your bottom lip, forcing herself into your mouth. You moan at the feeling and gladly let her. Wandas hands move down your body, exploring as she makes her way to the bottom of your dress. She pulls up roughly, letting it slide above your hips.

You bite down on her bottom lip, sucking hard and loving the way she hisses at the feeling. She pulls back for a moment, "This is what you want, baby?" Wanda asks, and you appreciate she's asking for permission. You quickly nod, "Yes."

She wastes no time in kneeling down and ripping your panties off so roughly that you realize she's ripped the fabric. She tosses the torn panties to the ground and looks at you with another fucking smirk.

You think, in that moment, her smirk is going to be the death of you.

"You want to be a slut so badly, I'll treat you like one," her hand reaches up to your neck, squeezing tightly. Her other hand moves between your thighs, easily sliding in two fingers. She chuckles darkly and bites back a moan as she feels how wet you were, for her. Her hand squeezes a little harder, making you loose a little air in the perfect amount of pleasure.

"You look even better with my hand around your neck," Wanda says, her fingers beginning to pick up the pace. You begin to moan loudly at the feeling, your hands resting on her shoulders and gripping onto her sweatshirt for support.

"Fuck, Wanda!" She groans at your words, not letting her grip go from around your neck. Wanda feels you begin to squeeze her fingers and she tilts her head.

"Already, angel? You want to cum for me? You want to cum all over my fingers?" She asks, moving them faster. You open your mouth to speak but between her hand on your neck and her fingers pumping in and out of you, you're lost for words. Instead you manage to nod, feeling a build up of pleasure in your lower stomach burning. As you're about to reach your peak she quickly removes her fingers, making you whimper at the empty feeling. You glare at her, tears welling as your body was denied it's release.

"Did you think I would really let a little slut like you cum on my fingers? No, no.." She says with a shake of her head, letting go of your neck. Your legs tremble under your weight and you watch as she begins to unzip her pants. "Get on your knees, like a good girl." You're suprised at yourself, that was all it took for you to follow her instructions.

Wanda stood tall in front of you, her green eyes dark and a permanent smirk at the sight in front of her. She takes the faux cock from her pants, letting it through the undone zipper. Her strap is bigger than you thought, and your eyes widen, knowing you hadn't taken anything like that before. "You'll be okay, get it nice and wet for me," she smiles down at you, putting her hand on the back of your head.

You swallow hard and wet your lips before lifting it up, licking down the side. Wandas breathing was getting heavier, and you knew it was turning her on. She takes your hair in a fist, pulling it just a little bit. You finally take the strap in your mouth, moving your head up and down. "That's it, angel.. fuck you look so hot on your knees," Wanda groans and throws her head back but for only a moment, wanting to watch every second of this.

She begins to move her hips a little, pulling at your hair a little harder. It's when you look up at her with seemingly innocent eyes that she lets out a moan. Wanda can only take a little longer before she's taking herself out of your mouth, her eyes following the trail of spit from your mouth to her strap. She helps you stand up and pushes you against the door for a second time tonight.

You're surprised when she picks you up, "Wrap your legs around me, baby." She says to you, hands gripping your ass. Your back is pressed to the door as she uses one hand to line herself up at your entrance. You bite down on your lip when you feel the tip inside of you.

"Don't be gentle," you smirk at her, enjoying the reaction it drawed out from her. Her hips snap up quickly, and you eat your words as in one motion she's fully inside of you.

"Wouldn't dream of it," she says and adjusts her grip on you. Your legs are wrapped tightly around her when she begins to move her hips, thrusting harshly. You can't control your moans as she fucks you, loving every second of the gorgeous redheads attack on you. Your fingers thread through her hair, arms holding onto Wanda as tightly as you could. She leans forward to kiss you and smirks against your lips as you can barely kiss her back.

"God, you feel so fucking good," Wanda moans against your mouth, watching as you close your eyes and throw your head back against the door.

"Ah, ah.." she says. Her breath is hot against your skin, her thrusts not getting off rhythm once. "Look at me when I fuck you." You open your eyes with a whimper, "Let me hear you, angel." You oblige and let out all your moans, not being able to control yourself.

"Oh, Wanda!... Yes, yes, yes... fuck me harder! ... oh fuck..."

Both of you are moaning now, and Wanda has sucked a few marks on your neck as she murmered dirty things in your ear. She feels your legs tighten around her, your nails digging into the back of her neck.

"I want to hear you beg for it," she pants out, finding herself close to climax. "Beg me to let you cum."

Your head is spinning. You can barely breathe, but you're willing to do anything as long as she doesn't deny you again. "Wanda, please! Please, let me cum.. please.." You whimper out, feeling that familiar heat building up inside you. "I need you, I need to cum, please.." You beg her, and it's music to her ears.

It shouldn't be possible, but she thrusts harder inside of you. "Fuck, fuck.. good girl, taking my cock so well," Wanda moans against your neck, pulling back to look in your eyes.

"Cum for me, angel.. cum all over my cock. Be a good girl for me," she pants out, her thrusts becoming uneven. At her words you feel yourself let go, screaming her name as you do. Your thighs become wetter and Wanda continues to thrust, her pace slowing down as you ride out your high. "God.. fuck baby!" She moans, her hips stuttering against you as she does the same.

The two of you stay there, still for a moment as you cach your breath. Wanda takes a deep breath, leaving slow, wet kisses on your neck and chest. You hum as she does, letting your eyes close and your fingers scratching softly on the nape of her neck.

"Wanna go get some pizza?" Wanda asks as she watches you fix your makeup in the mirror. You take in her relaxed demeanor in the mirror, leaned against the bathroom wall with her arms crossed as if she didn't just fuck the life out of you. Your eyes travel to her face and - goddammit, she smirks.

Wandas jacket is warm as the two of you leave the club and you take in a deep breath in the cold, your nose being filled with the scent of Wanda. For three blocks you walk and talk about the Christmas decorations you see along the way. "Now, those ones, are pretty," She smiles wide pointing to a store with nostalgic lighting wrapped around it's window. The colorful lights shine on her face and you find yourself smiling, taking her hand and intertwining your fingers.

She took you to her favorite pizza place. It was hot and greasy and everything you could want, drunk and freshly fucked at 2am. When you were finished and satisfied, she held open the door for you, her arm stopping you from walking through the frame. You look at her, confused. Wanda only looks up, and you giggle as you realize she's looking at the mistletoe hanging above the two of you. "You know it's bad luck if you dont kiss under it.." Another smirk is all it takes for you to kiss her again.

Wanda holds your hand as she walks you home, only a few blocks away. You feel her fingers play with the ring on your finger. As you step up to your door she smiles, staying behind you at the steps. "So.. this is where you live, huh?" She smiles up at you, green eyes shining brightly.

You laugh and shake your head, stepping down so you are right in front of her. Your hand reaches up to her cheek, letting your thumb move softly. She leans into your touch, her cold cheeks warming in your hand. "You live here too, Wanda.." You giggle at the way she scrunches up her nose, and you lean up to place a soft kiss on it.

You pull the warm comforter over yourself and smile at your wife as she walks in with a glass of water. "What'd you think? I was going for a nerdy with a hot side, but you blew me out of the water." Wanda smiles back and climbs into bed next to you. You laugh and shake your head, letting her wrap her arms around you.

"I loved it. The glasses were a really nice touch, by the way. You looked so sexy.. I wasn't too bitchy? I was trying to have some attitude," you say and she laughs along with you. "I still cant believe we did that.." You rest your head on her chest, relaxing as her fingers stroke your hair. You let your own rub circles on her shoulder.

"No, I loved the attitude. It was so hot. Perfect amount of bitchy," she chuckles and kisses the top of your head. There's a moment of comfortable silence as the two of you lay holding each other.

"You're perfect.." her voice is soft, and you smile at her words, staring at the ring you've been twirling on your finger. You wondered how you got so lucky to deserve Wandas love. She lay quietly, wondering how she got so lucky to deserve being able to love you.

"I love you, Wanda.."

"I love you, more Y/N.."

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a/n: This is based on the opening scene of the movie Four Christmases! I thought it would be funny to see if people caught on to it or if they thought that the reader was cheating or something like that, oops. Thanks for all the likes and reads! Any comments are greatly appreciated ♡

#marvel #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda x fem!reader #wanda x you #wanda maxmoff x y/n #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #wandavision #scarletlizzard writes

[un-named-thing]

Leon x male reader x Chris

Summary: your partners with Chris and Leon for missions and there's nothing wrong with that. Except you have a huge crush on both of them. And during a mission you get quite upset about it the whole thing and start to over think.

Cw: angst,

It's was a simple mission, for once. Nothing to serious. You simply had to clear out some zombies out of an old town to get to some important files.

So it wasn't that hard. The only thing is, no one knew where they where. People knew the files existed but where they where was a mystery.

So a total of 3 teams where sent out to look and clear out the dead. The teams where of 4 or 3 people all assigned to a specific part of the town. There was a teams of 4 and two teams of 3.

The team of 4 got the largest area and their main priority was really to clear out the dead and make sure anything dead stayed dead.

The first team of 3 looked in smaller buildings and put more careful detail into their search. And the last team of 3.

You, leon and chris. Your job was to look in the larger buildings like hospitals, schools or any type of factories. It wasn't hard but your legs definitely complained cause of the amount of stairs you had to climb.

But overall a small and surprisingly quiet mission. Turns out there weren't that many zombies in your area. Only about 4 or 5 in each building. Which was one of the good things.

But the quiet wasn't so good tho. It gave you alot of time to think and your thoughts to wander. Plus you where on the same team as leon and chris. Which was just great.

There was nothing wrong with them, it was just you had a crush on both of them.

This wasn't the first time you felt this way towards 2 people at the same time. But you didn't get it and it made you fell weird. You where fine with being gay and liking men but.. you where so confused on why you like both leon and chris.

Did you just feel strong administration for one of them? Both of them? Do you just look up to them? Do they inspire you or something? Or do you actually just like them both?

God you where so focused on your train of thought you didn't realise chris calling you name. You bumped into him as you stopped. You looked up seeing him and his concerned face.

"You okay?"

"Ya ya I'm fine" you looked at him and at leon.

Leon sighed and turned back to what he was looking at. Looking back at Chris he gave you a soft smile and and moved out the way so you could look at what they found.

"A giant hole in the ground... leading to hell knows where... cliche" leon spoke, he look unfazed.

"Do you think the files are down there?" You asked looking at the two men.

"Most likely... we should take a break and tell the team about this. We definitely Need a bigger group to go down there" Chris said. You and leon nodded.

Slight time skip

Leon was leaning aginst the railings, looking down at the giant pit. Chris was out side the building now, turns out this place makes your devices go fuzzy. And you where back to the hell that was your mind. Mentally scolding yourself for your feelings.

Even if you where ever to tell them how you felt, god the chances of them saying yes where low. Who would agree to a relationship of three. You didn't understand, it was so damn confusing.

God you couldn't even munster up the courage to come out to them dammit. Besides leon definitely had a thing going on with someone. Either it was Claire or.... what was her name? Ada.

Ya only really you knew about that. Chris hated adas guts and leon loved her?? You really had no idea tho. And on the other hand Chris was... maybe dating Jill or where they just good friends?

No idea. But with those thoughts you where atleast 99% sure both of those men where as straight as a stick. And a chance with them was slim.

You threw your head back in annoyance hitting it against the wall which caught Leon's attention.

"Hey, y/n you good?"

"Huh what, oh ya"

"Really? Cause you just hit your head against the wall"

"Yep I'm fine, just alot on my mind" After that sentence leon walked to you and took a seat beside you.

"What's up?"

"Stuff" you looked away not wanting to look him in the eyes.

"What kind of stuff? Work? Family? Life? Relationships?"

"I guess you could call it a relationships problem.."

"Your dating someone?"

"No... but I do have someone.... some people in mind"

"People? Like you cant deside between 2?"

"Close enough"

Leon was about to speak up before Chris came back in. "Okay we have a team arriving in about 25 minutes an- ..... everyone okay?"

You shot up from your seat. "Yep everything fine" you felt so stupid goddammit. There was definitely no need to continue that conversation with leon. You've already said to much...

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[eddieloverr]

Forbidden Love ( Eddie Munson x Female Reader)

Series summary; You need to prove you can dump a guy in 10 days, Eddie needs to prove he can make a girl fall in love with him in 10 days. The clock is ticking, what could possibly go wrong?

Authors note; This is my first fan-fic series so I'm pretty excited to publish this & please ignore any errors if you spot any, I've tried my best to revise and edit any errors I saw. If you couldn't tell by the summary, this series is heavily inspired/based off the movie 'How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days'. I will be adding my own scenes and this will have smut in the later chapters so please, 18+ only. I really do enjoy feedback so if you'd like to say something, please do! :) On that note, enjoy this little series! - Jess <3

Chapter word count; 6.2k

Chapter warnings; Mentions of sex, mentions of death ( believe that's all, only read if you're 18+)

Comments, feedback, and reblogs are very appreciated!

"God, Nancy, I busted my ass in grad school to be this magazines "How to" girl and write articles like, 'How to know what color looks best on you' or 'How to use the best pickup lines.'"

"I want to write about things that actually matter, like politics and the environment, the earth - things I'm interested in, things I want to write."

It's true, you worked hard to get into a magazine like this. More to get a name for yourself, to get more offers and opportunities for your writing career. You wanted to write about stuff that mattered, stuff that you cared about, not about shoes or clothes.

"Keep busting your ass, you'll get there." Nancy replied as she gave you a tight lip smile. "Hey, I've got something to help cheer you up.. you know that guy from sports illustrated that you've been recklessly flirting with on the phone for like whooo, a month now? He made a very special delivery this morning." She said, holding up and waving what seemed to be a piece of paper while smirking at you.

"Oh, ha ha, let me see." You then replied, trying to snatch whatever she was waving in the air.

"Don't- no!" She practically yelled, attempting to hide the piece of paper in her hand.

"Hey!" You eventually got it and looked at your now tickets for a basketball game you always end up watching on tv. "Whoooo! Tomorrow night" This was exciting. Guess your 'reckless flirting' paid off.

"What happens tomorrow night?" Nancy said while smirking even more now.

"Only the most exhilarating and artistic display of athletic competition known to mankind."

"The lce Capades are in town?" She questioned.

"No, the NBA Finals are in town, and l got tickets!" You said loudly for your other coworkers to hear. "Nance, come with me?"

"All right, i'll go. But l am not putting out." She said, eying you up and down.

"Oh, please nance two stale jumbo dogs and a couple of beers, you'll be whistling a different tune." You said seductively while walking to your office right next to hers. Only a couple of little grey walls separating your small workplaces apart.

"You know what l like." she smiled.

"Ohhh mmmmwah" you sent a kiss her way.

"Good morning, ladies. Don't forget, staff meeting in 30 minutes." Your very nosy and slightly annoying coworker, Michelle, says as she walks by. Only a couple offices down and you can still hear her loud gossiping.

You and Nancy exchange a look as she walks away. Yep, Michelle was definitely made for this business.

"Robin, I haven't seen her all morning. Have you?" you asked. Robin, your best friend, going all the way back to college. She was your assigned roommate, who knew all it took was for her to spill soda all over your white rug and start rapidly apologizing to form an unbreakable friendship. Ever since then you'd bonded, especially since you both had a passion for writing and were pursuing a degree in that field. Obviously a magazine wasn't a first choice - hell not even a choice at all but this would open many opportunities for you and Robin and you both just couldn't pass up on it.

"Ten to one she's wallowing."

"l'll get her, you get the coffee and meet me in the corner in 20." You said rushing towards the door.

"Wait, Wait, Wait." Nancy shouted as she reached below her desk and pulled out a black bag and stuffed it with samples scattered all over her space.

"Take some samples." She said as she handed them to you.

"Samples! Great idea." You smiled at her, rushing out of there.

"Oh boy. Drama, drama, drama." Nancy said to herself as she stood up, grabbed her purse and also made her way out of the office area.

You rushed down the stairs, grabbed a shirt off a clothing rack that Robin would definitely like and made your way out towards the apartment you shared with Robin.

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Arriving at his designated workplace. Of course this wasn't even a choice for him, if you asked the old Eddie where he'd see himself in a couple years he'd most likely reply with "Traveling the world with my band" or "Living out the rockstar dream". He'd never thought he'd be an advertising executive. It was either this in the big city of Indianapolis or a cashier at a local gas station back in Hawkins.

How could he turn down this job though? Steve, his best friend, who also happens to be one of his coworkers, talked to his dad, basically begging to let Eddie have a job given Steve's dad owns the business.

Luckily, although it took a lot of convincing, Steve's dad finally gave in and offered Eddie a job to work alongside Steve.

Eddie's grateful towards Steve for the opportunity, it helped him get enough cash to stop dealing, move out of his uncle's trailer, and move to Indianapolis to his own apartment.

Life was great for Eddie, he has a decent job, great friends, he even traded his rusty old van for a much better motorcycle. Everything was going well but yet he longed for something more.

"Hello Eddie." Chrissy, Eddie's coworker said as she walked past him parking his motorcycle not even sparing him a second glance

"Hey, hey, good morning, Cunningham" Eddie replied, now getting off his motorcycle and walking towards Chrissy. Who's now reading a magazine.

"What are you reading, girl? You catching up on your current events? ''Turn-On Tricks: How to Make Him Hot.'' You know, if you want to try those out sometime, we should get together." he said jokingly.

"Victoria and l have an appointment at Composure, the fastest growing magazine in the country, and seeing as how our clients run a lot of our campaigns in their nationally-syndicated little girlie magazine, it wouldn't hurt you to do a little reading."

As if on cue, "Hey Eddie" Victoria said as she walked out the building towards Chrissy and himself.

"Good morning, Victoria"

"You finally decided to show up today?" She asked.

"Yes I did."

"You ready?" Victoria asked Chrissy.

"Ready. Later Eddie." Chrissy said as both of Eddie's coworkers walked towards a taxi.

"Have a nice day, ladies." He said walking into the building.

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You knocked on your apartment door, since you knew Robin was home there was no need to search for your key.

"Hi!" Robin said, laughing nervously as she opened the door. You could tell Robin was holding back her tears. You knew her better than yourself and it hurt seeing her like this.

"Oh.." She said as she started sobbing the closer you walked in.

"Good morning, sunshine. Don't cry, go get dressed. Staff meeting, 15 minutes. Let's go" You said as you walked by her to open the living room curtains. As much as you wanted to comfort her you knew she would turn into a sobbing mess if you started asking questions. You only had 15 minutes and getting her ready for her job seemed better than for her to be heartbroken and jobless.

"l'm going back to bed. l have no reason to live." Robin said as she jumped on her bed pulling the covers up.

"Sun's out. Oh..." You said as you walked towards the table and grabbed the little black bag that Nancy handed you.

"Okay, just..." She stopped talking as she harshly blew on her nose with a handkerchief.

"Okay, now..." you said as you sat down on her bed and tossed her the shirt you grabbed on your way home.

"Cashmere?" She asked with a slight smile on her face. You knew she'd like it.

"Put it on. It'll make your eyes look fiercely blue." You smiled at her.

"Oh!" She said as she clutched the shirt tighter to her chest.

"Get up Robin. l'm not going to let you lose your job on top of everything else."

"Oh." she said as if she was on the verge of tears.

"Come here." you extended your arms to pull her in for a hug.

"Oh, Y/N." she got up and pulled you into a tight hug.

"Okay." you said.

"Okay." she replied.

"You only dated the girl for a week."

"It was the best week of my life." She said as she bursted into tears.

"Sweetheart." you squeezed her tighter.

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"Good morning, Ladies! What's up, Jonathan." Eddie greeted as he walked by his coworkers' offices, making his way towards his own office he shared with Steve.

"What's up, kitty cat?" Eddie said to Steve as he walked into their shared office, towards his side of the room.

"What's up, daddy? Big night?" Steve asked as he removed his headphones.

"Not bad." Eddie said as he placed down his helmet on the side of his desk.

"Orgy?" Steve asked.

"Where were you man?" Eddie snorted.

"Not at an orgy." Steve said as he walked to Eddie's desk.

"Did you hear?" Jonathan asked as he suddenly walked into the room.

"What, that my Knickerbockers are now in the championship series and Jonny 'the bone' here owes me 20 bucks?" Eddie said as he removed his leather jacket.

"Pay him." Steve said to Jonathan.

"Oh, man. Well, you were right. DeLauer Diamonds is looking for a new ad agency. Mr. Harrington wants to move on it aggressively." Jonathan said as he pulled out a 20 and gave it to Eddie.

"Yes! Oh, this is a good day. This is a good day! Guys, did you know that diamonds are about as common as taxis on Fifth avenue?" Eddie said as he pulled off his black Metallica shirt to put on a more work appropriate shirt. He felt eyes on him outside his office, probably his other female coworkers he always catches staring at him. It still surprises him that he somehow turned his title from "Freak" to "Ladies man."

"The value is entirely sentimental, maintained by a supply, demand and advertising." Eddie said as Jonathan showed him two shirts to choose from.

"Stripes." Eddie said, pointing to a striped shirt and catching it as Jonathan threw it at him.

"Now, DeLauer dominates the world diamond market. Meaning if l represent them, l basically represent the entire industry." Eddie said as he flicked a little ad of Mrs. DeLauer.

Steve and Jonathan then gave each other a look and muttered something only for them to hear.

"What?" Eddie asked.

"My dad gave it to the judys." Steve said.

"Chrissy and Victoria, they're already on it." Jonathan added.

"No way!" Eddie said disappointed.

"Yeah, well, you know, Mr. Harrington is kind of partial to hot leggy chicks, for some reason." Jonathan said as he looked towards Eddie who was now looking out the glass window at the three girls who were staring this whole time. They quickly looked away as Eddie gave them a glance.

"Yeah, we're the, you know, the sneakers and beer division. Precious gems aren't exactly our forte." Jonathan added.

Eddie, who was now fully clothed, pointed to the window as he made his way towards the door "Lips and Hips are over at a chick's magazine right now. I gotta get to Mr. Harrington before they sink-"

Jonathan got in the way of the door before Eddie could walk out "You can't. You can't. He's on a plane."

"Easy pal, my dads at a Chicago meeting." Steve said as he patted Eddie's shoulder and slightly pushed him back.

"And it's too late anyway 'cause Mr. Harrington's meeting them for drinks at Mullin's tonight to discuss their idea-"

"This isn't happening. You know why?" Eddie said, interrupting Jonathan.

"This was my tip. It's gonna be my pitch, my account, my campaign. This is my baby." Eddie said with determination.

"That's what I'm talking about." Said Steve.

"They will not ace me outta this." Eddie said as he fist pumped Steve and Jonathan.

"I heard that!" Jonathan added.

"Okay.. Mullins tonight." Eddie confirmed as he walked back towards his desk.

"I heard that!!" Steve mocked Jonathan.

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You walked out the taxi and walked towards the other side to Robin blowing her nose and Nancy running towards you both with coffees in her hand.

"Hi!" Nancy greeted Robin as she handed her a coffee.

"Hi. I don't really wanna talk about it okay?" Robin replied as she discarded the handkerchief in her purse and closed the taxi door.

"Okay." Nancy replied, handing you your coffee.

"Okay." Robin replied as you three walked towards the entrance of your work before stopping abruptly.

"Why does this always happen to me?" Robin said as she started tearing up again. "Things are going great for like a week and a half, and then all of a sudden it's over and I am mystified. Seriously, I am mystified because it always starts out so well." She rambled as she walked away from you both and towards the entrance.

"Poor baby." Nancy said as you both tried to catch up with Robin.

"Let's just roll with this" You said.

"Vickie and I had such a connection." Robin said as she stopped again in front of the entrance and turned to face you both.

"The first time that we had sex... it was so beautiful, I cried." She smiled and walked away into the building.

"You cried?" Nancy asked as you both tried to catch up with her again.

"Yeah."

"You mean like one glistening year on your cheek, right?" You asked now side by side with your best friend walking towards an elevator.

"No, I was really emotional. I even told her that I loved her." She said.

"After how many days?" You asked.

"Five.. Two. It was how I felt. I just wanted to express myself. You know how my brain and mouth work."

"Okay. Well, what did she say?" You asked.

"Oh, Vickie didn't have to say anything. I know that she felt the same. But then she started getting really busy and I didn't know where she was. I kept calling her, and calling her but she was never home."

"You kept calling her?" You asked looking into her eyes with a "Really robin?" look.

"I didn't leave a message. She didn't know it was me.. my numbers blocked."

The elevator dinged and you all walked toward the opening doors.

"Oh. I'm.. I'm sure she thought it was one of her friends." Nancy said as you all walked into the elevator.

"Anyway I know why she dumped me. I'm too fat."

"You're not fat!"

"You're not fat!" You and Nancy said in sync as the elevator doors closed.

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Arriving at your floor, the three of you walked into the doors and towards the staff meeting in your bosses office.

"Robin, if the most beautiful woman in the world acted the way you did, any normal partner would still go running in the other direction." You said.

"Oh, no. Nobody would go running from you, Y/N. You could barf all over them and they would say 'Do it again.'" Robin replied.

"That is both incredibly disgusting and categorically untrue. If I did the things you did, I'd get dumped too." You said as you three entered your bosses office and sat in the main area's couch, joining all your other coworkers.

"Okay, family, shoes off..." Your boss Linda entered the room and sat in a chair that faced everybody. Your coworkers, including yourself, proceeded to remove their shoes. "And breathe." She said as everybody inhaled.

"And out." Everybody exhaled.

"Okay Michelle let's start with you." Linda said.

"Well, the "Botox For Beginners" piece is done. Now, it's a little scary, but mostly upbeat. Now I'm on "What your Gyno Won't Tell You," which is also pretty scary but you know, upbeat. I finished my research on "deadly pedicures," about the woman who contracted that fungus from the unsterilized tools. It's a terrible story.. although surprisingly..." Michelle looked towards her boss and noticed her "terrible story" mistake.

"Upbeat." Nancy finished.

"Marvelous. What's next for "How-To with Y/N?" Linda asked. Now all eyes were on you.

"Well, I've been working on something that's kind of different." You said as your boss nodded confused.

"It's.. it's a political piece and it's-"

"No. Y/N. you work at Composure magazine. We are fashion, trends, diets, cosmetic surgeries, salacious gossip, that's Composure." Linda said.

"Okay, but-"

"Look, Y/N, okay. The column is new for you. When you turn it into a must read then you can write about whatever you want. Until then you can write about what I want. Understood?"

"Yeah." You said dissatisfied. You saw this coming. Your boss wouldn't let you write about what you wanted but hearing that once your column gets popular she'd let you write about whatever you wanted certainly catches your attention.

"Robin, what have you got?"

Nancy turned to Robin and gave her an encouraging nod. But there was an awkward silence waiting for Robin to answer.

"Um. I'm sorry, Linda. I wasn't feeling very well" Robin said as she looked at the ground not wanting to see the looks shared amongst others and the disappointed look on Linda's face.

"She got dumped." Nancy quickly added.

"Oh, no, Robin. What a hellish ordeal for you. But I gotta say, you are looking fabulous. Are we loving the way she looks?" Linda said, turning to the others trying to lift up the mood.

"We love the way she looks."

"Oh, you are so right."

"She looks great."

"She looks so great!"

Everyone said as they talked over one another.

"I haven't eaten since the split." Robin said.

"Good for you! Write about it."

You looked at your boss very judgmental. Obviously Robin feels uncomfortable throughout this entire conversation.

"I can't use my personal life for a story." Robin said as she lifted her head and was now looking at Linda.

"I understand completely... who will use Robin's personal life for a story?" Linda ignored Robin's protest and looked at the other workers.

"Oh I will." Michelle said proudly as she raised her hand.

"No, no, no! Linda, with all due respect, Michelle has no business mucking around in my personal life, and I can't... I can't let her. I'm-"

"I'll do it." You suddenly interrupted a rambling, distressed Robin. Of course you wouldn't actually put the heartbreak of your best friend's life in a magazine for the whole world to see but knowing Michelle and Linda, they obviously won't respect Robin's boundaries anytime soon.

Nancy and Robin both turned to you. "What?" Robin blurted out.

"I'll... I will sort of do it. It's- You will be my inspiration." You said looking at Robin.

"For?" Linda asked.

"Look at robin. She's a great girl, right?" You pointed towards Robin looking straight at your boss.

"Yes." Linda replied.

"An amazing woman." You said now looking at Robin. "But.. she has a problem hanging onto relationships and she doesn't really know what she's doing wrong, which is a lot like our readers."

"Uh-huh" Linda nodded for you to proceed.

"So, I was thinking that.. I could start dating a guy, and then drive him away, but only using the classic mistakes most women, like Robin.." You gave her a sincere look and turned back to your boss "make.. all the time. I'll keep a diary of it and.. it will be sort of a dating how-to in reverse." You said looking at Robin and Nancy who were now chuckling.

"What not to do." Your boss says smiling.

"Yeah." You smiled back.

"How to lose a guy in Ten Days." Linda said, looking at the wall, probably envisioning it in her head. "Yes. Go. Alice, what's new in the shoe?"

"Wait, wait, Linda. I'm sorry. Why ten days?" You asked.

"Five days is too short and we go to press at 11. Yes?" Linda turned her attention to Alice.

"Ten." You whispered to yourself. It's a lot longer than what you had hoped for given you only did this to save Robin from humiliation and to stop her from actually hiding under her covers for the rest of her life but then you remembered what Linda had said about you being able to write about whatever you wanted if your column made it big. Could this possibly be a ticket there?

You looked back at Robin and Nancy who nodded in approval and Robin mouthed the words "Thank you". You smiled at them with the big question flying around in your head. You were in for a long ride.

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"Maybe toss in something spiritual as well." Linda said to Nancy walking towards the lobby with you and Robin right behind them.

"Ah, here's my ten o' clock. Welcome." Linda said as you all followed her as she walked towards a blonde and a brunette who seemed to be waiting for her.

"Hi." The blonde said with a smile.

"Ladies, Chrissy Cunningham and Victoria Green from Warren Advertising. We're going to cook up some fabulous tie-ins for the fall." Linda said, turning to you, Nancy, and Robin.

"Nancy Wheeler, Fashion and Trends. Robin Buckley, Fitness and Health." She said as Robin loudly blew her nose.

"Excuse me. Hi." Robin interrupted.

"And Y/N L/N our resident How-To girl." Linda continued.

"Oh, I've seen your column, Y/N. What are you working on now?" Chrissy said as she pointed at you.

"Oh-" You began but you were quickly interrupted by Linda.

"How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days. She's actually going to start dating a guy and then drive him away in a week and a half." Linda said proudly as her, Chrissy, and Victoria started laughing.

"Sounds needlessly vicious." Victoria added.

"It's going to be fabulous. Now all she has to do is run along and find the lucky guy." She said turning to you. "Go, go, go." She pointed towards the exit and turned back to the two girls.

You, Nancy, and Robin both started walking towards the exit.

"Nice to meet you." You said to the two girls.

"Ladies come." Linda said as all three of their footsteps started to reside.

You grabbed Robin's shoulder from behind. "Find the guy. Find the guy." You said distressed.

"Okay." you whispered to yourself.

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"Oh you are never going to pull this off." Robin said as you, Nancy, and Robin walked across the street towards a bar, arms linked with Robin. Moonlight reflecting on your dresses and Robin’s suit.

You put on a cute grey dress with enough cleavage to be shown but to still keep the guys wondering what you looked like with your top off. Matched with high heels and a cute purse. Normally you wouldn't wear this out especially to a bar but tonight, you were on a man hunt.

"Watch me. Tonight I'll hook a guy. Tomorrow, pull the switch. Before the ten days are up, I'm gonna have this guy running for his life." You replied as all three of you laughed.

"You're not gonna burn his apartment down or bite him or anything, are you?" Nancy asked.

"No. I'm gonna limit myself to doing everything girls do wrong in relationships. Basically, everything we know guys hate. I'll be clingy, needy."

"Be touchy-feely." Nancy added.

"Yeah." You said walking towards the bar's entrance.

"Ooh. Call him in the middle of the night and tell him everything you had to eat that day." Nancy said as you both chuckled.

"What's wrong with that?" Robin asked, looking at you both. You both looked at her with concern.

"I'm.. kidding" She then said.

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A waitress escorted Chrissy, Victoria, and Mr. Harrington towards a table.

"There we are. He's waiting." The kind waitress pointed at Eddie waiting for them at a table.

"Hello, Eddie. What are you doing here" Mr. Harrington asked.

"Tom, I'm here for the meeting. Ladies." Eddie replied as stood up, shaking Tom's hand and nodded towards the girls.

"But you weren't invited." Victoria said.

"Yeah, but I should have been. I mean, It was my tip that DeLauer was shopping for a new firm." Eddie said as he passed by Chrissy standing in front of Tom.

"Yes, it was, but I have to think in terms of who's best suited within the company." Tom said, looking at both Chrissy and Victoria.

"Yes, sir, and that's me. I wanna handle this pitch." Eddie replied as Chrissy chuckled.

"Eddie, you sell Joe Blow better than anyone else in my shop, including Steve, but these girls sell luxury better than anyone else in the business." Tom said proudly as he gestured towards both the girls.

All four of them sat down as Tom proceeded.

"We have to put our best foot forward on this pitch. DeLauer would be our biggest account."

"Yes, sir, they would. Annual advertising billings of 50 to 60 million dollars. And I am the man that's gonna bring this home for you, Tom." Eddie said as he poured himself a glass of champagne.

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"Why this place?" Robin asked as you three entered the bar.

"Because it's perfect." You said grabbing onto Robin's shoulders and giving her a squeeze and walking further into the bar.

"Mullins is the apres-work watering hole for the upwardly mobile." Nancy added with her smart ass vocabulary.

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"Now, to date, the diamond industry has always targeted men..." Eddie said as he poured champagne for Chrissy, Victoria, and Tom as he continued. "Sending the message that the woman needs the man to buy her the rock. All right, they say 'A diamond is forever.' We say, 'A diamond is for everyone.'"

"I like that." Tom said grinning towards Eddie.

"Yes." Eddie says confidently.

"Uh. We don't." Chrissy said laughingly. "'A diamond is for everyone?' It sends the message that diamonds are everywhere. Which means that they're not rare, and if they're not rare, they lose their status." Chrissy said while looking directly at Eddie.

Eddie rolled his eyes as Chrissy continued. "Status is the reason to buy them in the first place, which Edward would know if he understood women, which you don't." Chrissy finished as they all laughed at Eddie, including himself. Not because of what she said, but the fact that she's so confident with her words.

"You can't feel bad about that, Eddie. No man does." Tom said grinning.

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"Here. Here." Robin said as she handed both you and Nancy a Martini.

"Dum, dum, dum, dum." Nancy mimicked a clock ticking while looking around the bar. You honestly forgot the real reason you were here for a second.

"Don't pressure her. She's perusing." Robin said, looking directly at Nancy.

"Yes, exactly." You said as all three of you scanned the room.

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"Selling a diamond to a woman is like making her fall in love." Victoria said to Tom while dragging her fingers along her long diamond necklace starting from her neck to her cleavage.

Eddie scoffed but smiled at this knowing exactly what game Victoria was trying to play at.

"She has to feel giddy, desirous, adventurous and desperate." Victoria continued.

"Take a look around this room Tom. Most women in this bar are looking for just that." Chrissy added.

"Exactly. The skills required to market diamonds are the same as those needed to make a woman fall in love, yes." Eddie said, interrupting Chrissy.

"I'm not talking about lust Eddie. A woman in lust just wants chocolate. A woman in love wants diamonds."

"Yeah, I'm not talking about lust either, ladies. I'm talking about deep.. meaningful, head-over-heels, his-and-her towels, let's grow old together L-O-V-E. Look, I love women. I do. Whether they're four or 40."

Chrissy sighed at his little speech. Looking around the room she spots you.

"I respect women. All right. And I also listen to women." Eddie continued.

Chrissy's still staring at you. You're laughing at something your short hair friend said and she slowly gets an idea.

"And that's why I can sell myself to any woman.. anywhere, anytime." Eddie finished.

"Make a woman fall in love with diamonds, Edward.. or with you?" Chrissy asked, moving her attention from you to Eddie.

"Uh. Either one." Eddie replied slightly hesitating looking at Tom.

"That's cocky, Eddie." Tom said while drinking his champagne.

"No, not cocky. Confident."

Chrissy laughs at this. "I'd like to see you prove that." Chrissy said, raising her eyebrows at him.

"You would?" Eddie questioned looking at Chrissy then at Tom.

"The agency's co hosting a party for the DeLauers at the Astro museum. The party's a week from Sunday. Do you think you can make a woman fall in love with you by then?" Chrissy challenged Eddie.

"Ten days?" Eddie asked.

"Any woman, anywhere, anytime?" Victoria added mocking him from before.

"Any single, available, straight woman, yes." Eddie said.

"Yes. I'm not trying to trick you, Eddie. In fact, we'll choose a woman right here, right now in this bar. And then you'll decide." Chrissy said as Her, Victoria, and Tom laughed.

"So who's the lucky girl?" Eddie said as he adjusted himself in his seat to face the rest of the bar.

"Okay. Let's see here." Victoria began. "Ooh there's that blonde babe in the leopard print." Victoria said as she laughed and pointed to a woman with a messy pointy tail in a leopard dress that was worn out and way too tight on her.

Tom and Chrissy joined in on her laughter. "She looks like fun." Victoria added.

"Be nice, ladies." Eddie said as a little chuckle escaped his lips.

"Or, well, Miss Babylon 5. Now she's on the prowl." Victoria said talking about a curl headed curl with colored hair and mean stare.

"No. Her." Chrissy said.

"Her who?" Eddie asked as he turned to look at Chrissy.

"Her in the grey dress, cute hair, pretty smile." Chrissy added.

Eddie turned away from her looking around the bar for Chrissy's description, then he saw you. Laughing at something a curly headed girl next to you said. Eddie smiled as he saw you laughing.

"Her?" Victoria asked as she removed her gaze from you to Chrissy. Chrissy only held a finger to her mouth not sparing her a word.

Eddie was still staring at you, you're now laughing at something else another short haired girl says.

"Done." Eddie says not removing his gaze from you.

"What?" Chrissy asked.

"Done." He confirmed again, finally looking away from you and now looking at Tom.

"Done." Tom said as he nodded.

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"See the guy next to the horrible guy in the green shirt that I would never even consider?" You said pointing at a guy with short curly hair, wearing a blue button up shirt with a black blazer over it.

"Very cute." Nancy said.

"Right? Good." You chuckled and squealed, making you way over to the cute stranger leaving Robin and Nancy together.

"Oh." Robin said as her and Nancy chuckled at your cute excitement.

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"Okay, you're on. But here are the stakes. After I win this bet, this pitch is mine." Eddie said, looking at all three of them.

"Agreed." Chrissy added.

"Tom?" Questioned Eddie.

"Agreed." Tom said as he nodded. "You come to that party with a girl that's really in love with you, Eddie, you can make the pitch to the DeLauers."

"But, Tom, you can't-" Victoria was cut off by Tom.

"Nope. I've made up my mind." Tom said, raising his glass. "To the DeLauers."

"To the DeLauers." Eddie said, clinking his beer bottle to Tom's glass.

"Cheers" Chrissy and Victoria said, raising their own glasses towards Eddie's bottle and Tom's glass.

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Nancy and Robin are laughing at how adorable you look laughing at whatever bad joke the guy next to you said.

"I was just wondering if you found..." You said talking to the cute stranger next to you making eye contact with your friends.

"She doesn't seem that interested." Robin said to Nancy who only hummed in reply.

"Exciting." You said looking at the guy in front of you.

"Yes. My wife and I love Indianapolis, especially this time of year." Oh shit, he has a wife. How did you not notice the ring on his finger? What do you do? What do you do?

"She'd been here before and I-" He'd been cut-off by a brunette wearing a pink and white dress grabbing onto his shoulder giving you the smile.

"Hi. Hi." She said, now showing her pearly whites.

You felt so awkward and wanted to leave.

"This is Y/N" The guy introduced you to his wife.

"Hi. Um." You said standing up while grabbing your martini. While his wife took the spot you were just leaning on. "You guys enjoy Indianapolis." You said slowly backing away.

"Okay." The guy said chuckling

"Thanks" The wife said straightforwardly.

"Nice meeting you." The guy said as you walked away, not even passing them a second glance.

Walking away, you glanced at your friends who were already staring at you, presumably the entire time, you mouthed "he's married" holding up your hand.

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"Good luck." Tom said, patting Eddie's shoulder as he walked by him.

"Thank you, Tom." Eddie said as he left, leaving him with Chrissy and Victoria. Eddie took out a 50 and put it on the table paying for their drinks. "Now if you'll excuse me, ladies.. I have a bet to win." Eddie said, turning around and immediately looking for you.

"Ta-ta" Chrissy said as Eddie walked away.

"Now do you wanna tell me what's going on?" Victoria asked Chrissy.

"You don't recognize her?" Chrissy asked as they both stared at you.

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Eddie pushed himself through the sea filled with people and began walking towards you. He smiled when he could finally reach you.

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"Hi!" A man with long black curly hair walked up to you, stopping you in your tracks. He had bangs that framed his face perfectly and was wearing black jeans with a black blazer to pair it.

"Hi." You replied back with a slight smile.

"Hi." He said looking at the top of your head to your eyes. He had the biggest pair of brown eyes you'd ever seen.

You chuckled and waited for him to say something but he only chuckled back. He was obviously nervous so you tried to make it less awkward. You extended your hand with the little space that was between you both.

"Y/N L/N"

"Eddie Munson" He said as he gently took his hand in yours and shook it.

"Cute."

"Thank you." Eddie replied.

"Mm I meant your name." You said, offering him a closed smile. He looked away and smiled when he looked at you again.

"Thank you two times."

"Unattached?" You asked.

"Currently." He answered.

"Likewise."

"Surprising."

"Psycho?" You questioned.

"Rarely."

"Hmm."

"Interested?" Eddie asked.

"Perhaps." You looked away but then looked back at him.

"Hungry?"

"Starving." You said looking deep in his chocolate eyes.

"Leaving?"

"Now?" You asked.

"Mm-hmm."

"Okay."

"Okay." He replied.

"One second." You said pointing a finger and walked past him.

"I'll meet you at the door." He said loudly.

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"Hey, guys." You said now standing in front of Nancy and Robin

"I think I got one."

"He was married!" Robin said.

"No, not him. It's the guy by the door. But don't look!" It was already too late, their eyes were scanning the door. "No, guys!"

Eddie smiled at your friends who were both staring right at him.

"He is really cute." Nancy said as they both looked at you again.

"I'm gonna check this one out and see if he's the keeper." You said as you handed Nancy your martini.

"Okay." Nancy replied.

"And if he is?" Robin questioned.

"Tomorrow night I'll.."

"Flip the switch" Nancy finished your sentence as she took a sip of your martini.

"I'm doing this for you." You said directly to Robin handing her your apartment keys

"Well, good luck. Be safe. Call me!" Robin said as you walked towards Eddie.

"Mm. Drama, drama, drama." Nancy said as her and Robin watched Eddie gently hold you by the waist and open the door for you.

Chrissy and Victoria, on the other side of the bar, were also watching the entire interaction and smirking at one another, clinking their glasses together knowing that you and Eddie were both secretly playing each other and how badly this was bound to end.

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Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 10

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“Oh my god, June. Have you seen the news?”

“No, I haven’t. Why?”

“They are reporting that Chilly had a heart attack” Lauren said.

“What?” she replied, almost choking with her food.

“Here, look. They say he is at the hospital and… June, where are you going?”

“To find Mason. The boys had a morning session too, right?”

"They did, Reece said we were gonna meet for lunch. But June, wait… June!” Lauren called after her as she left the cantine. 

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“Are you sure it wasn’t a heart attack?”

“I’m sure, June. Relax” Mason chuckled. “He started to feel weird and dizzy, they called an ambulance just in case, and then decided to make him stay at the hospital for the night to keep an eye on him and make sure everything is ok.”

“And is it?”

“It is, he is fine. He is back home, resting.”

“Thank God” she sighed.

“Since when do you care so much about Chilly?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I don’t care about him.”

“You don’t?" Mason laughed.

“Ok, maybe a bit. But it’s just because I still feel bad about punching him at that party and kind of making fun of his problem.”

“That was rude, yeah. Though he also was rude to you, so” he shrugged. “Anyway, he is fine, don’t worry. Can I go have lunch now?”

“You can. Sorry” June smiled. “Though one last thing…”

“Now what?” Mason said, rolling his eyes.

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"Maxwell?" Ben said after opening the door of his house. 

“Thank God” June said, throwing herself at him and wrapping her arms around his neck. “You scared the hell out of me, you know?”

“What?”

“When Lauren told me you had had a heart attack I feared the worst.”

“I’m fine, June. I’m fine” he said, hugging her tighter. They stayed like that for a while, just hugging in silence, June’s head resting on his shoulder, Ben’s thumb caressing her skin where her t-shirt had lifted. 

"Oh my God, Chilwell. Why are you opening the door?" June suddenly said. 

"Because this is my house?" he chuckled.

"But you should be resting! Whoever is staying with you should be the one attending the door."

"I'm alone."

"You what?"

"I'm alone" he shrugged.

"Oh… my God. You just came from the hospital! They should be keeping an eye on you!"

"June, I told you I'm fine. If they sent me home it's for a reason."

"I don't care. Come" she said, breaking their embrace and taking his hand before dragging him inside.

"Please come in, June. Welcome to my house" Ben laughed.

"Shut up. Where is your room?"

"Aren't you going too fast? Like you just said, I just came from the hospital. And I haven't taken you out on a date yet" he smirked.

"If you weren't convalescent I would definitely punch you. Again."

"Lucky me, then" he laughed. "Come, follow me."

"Where?"

"To my garden. Before you showed up I was there chilling and taking advantage of the glorious day we have today."

"Chilly chilling" she chuckled.

"Exactly. Come" he said, walking them outside.

"Oh, wow. This is lovely, Ben."

"Didn't expect me to have a nice garden, uh?"

"I expected you to have grass like most guys who like football do. Grass that is very well taken care of, but grass, not so many beautiful flowers ." 

"Can I confess something?" he asked.

"Surprise me."

"I love flowers and gardening."

"What?" June laughed.

"I find it relaxing" Ben shrugged, walking towards a big sofa and sitting down, his hand still on June's as she joined him.

"So you've taken care of all this on your own?"

"Yep. I've planted and grown all those plants and flowers myself" he smiled.

"And you've been gifting me chocolates when you could have gotten me flowers from your own garden?"

"I don't know which flower is your favourite. And what if you use them as a weapon because you don't like them?"

"I love flowers. Even if they weren't my favourite, I would never do that."

"Noted for the next time" he smiled, his thumb doing small circles on her skin. She should let go of his hand, but she couldn't. She was enjoying the feeling just as she had done when they were hugging.

"Would you like to have a drink? Coffee, tea, beer…" Ben asked.

"Can you drink any of that after what happened?"

"Just water and juice."

"Then I'll have the same as you."

"Two peach juices coming" he said, getting up and finally letting go of her hand. 

"Yeah… peaches" June whispered, her eyes fixed on Ben's…

"Maxwell, stop checking out my ass."

"What?" she said, looking up.

"You were checking out my ass" he smirked.

"I wasn't."

"You… ok" he laughed, walking away.

"Wait, no!"

"What now?" Ben said, rolling his eyes.

"I should be the one getting those drinks and you should be resting."

"June, you don't know where my kitchen is."

"Then give me the directions and where you keep everything, and I'll do it."

"Ok, fine" he sighed, sitting down again. "But just because you look really cute all worried about me."

"I'm not… whatever" she replied, getting up. "Where is your kitchen?"

"To your left, you can't miss it. The juices are on the fridge, and the glasses on the cabinet next to it."

"Ok, perfect."

"June, wait."

"What now?" she said, stopping at the garden's door.

"Nothing. I just wanted to properly check you out. You also have a really nice ass, you know?" Ben smirked.

"You… urgh" she groaned, walking inside the house and feeling her cheeks on fire. 

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"June, this just arrived for you" John said.

"Oh wow" she replied, seeing the huge bouquet of flowers.

"There is a note too."

"Hey, don't read it!" she said, taking it from his brother's hands as he was about to open it.

"Ok, ok. I didn't know you had a suitor."

"I don't."

"Then why are you smiling as if the guy you fancy had just sent you flowers?" John asked.

"I'm not."

"You are, June. You are. Is he the guy you were with yesterday? You were gone for most part of the day.”

“I was with Vittoria, I already told you.”

“And I don’t believe you. But hey, if you don't want to tell me who he is, I respect it."

"Thank you, John."

"I'll find out rather sooner than later, tho."

"Get out of here before I kick you out myself" she laughed, hiding the note. Once her brother had left the room, she read it again.

"Yesterday I didn't have the chance to say thank you for worrying about me and coming to visit me, so I'm saying it now: thank you, June. It meant a lot ♡ And I really enjoyed our time together. Who knew we could chat and have fun without jumping at each other’s throats? Anyway, hope you’ve liked the flowers. You didn't tell me which one was your favourite, so I just picked random ones from the garden that reminded me of you. Your favourite peach, Ben."

"Your favourite peach" she chuckled, now definitely smiling like an idiot.

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell fanfic #ben chilwell imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[mytheoristavenue]

You have me crying over your Unconventional fiction, it was so good!! Broke my heart 😭😭

I need a Pt. 3 where Leo is grieving over his lost love. April and Casey keep in touch with reader over the phone, but it's not the same of course.

Maybe someone convinces Leo to speak to reader over the phone?

Maybe after some time, reader gets to come back to New York (for college?) and reader and Leo get to reunite and try to work things out (maybe even start a relationship).

Thank you for the ask. This will be the final part to this series!

TMNT 12 Leonardo x Reader - Unconventional Pt. 3

Summary: Years have passed since you left for North Carolina, and you have mixed feelings about returning to New York for your first semester of college.

Warnings: More angst! A tiny bit of fluff too.

"I'm here," you sighed into your cell phone. "Yep. Getting off now." Just as you'd said, you carefully stepped off the train, the tile of the station slick beneath your feet. You struggled to haul your steam trunk off with you, but somehow managed. Scanning the crowd, you looked for your friend, the one you'd spoken to on the phone.

"(Y/N)!" a shrill voice called, as you spotted a ginger woman pushing passed irritated people, and darting towards you, a ravenette man being dragged behind her. "I can't believe you're really here!"

"April!" you shrieked, meeting her halfway and engulfing her in a much needed hug, before pulling her away and holding her at arms length. "God, I missed you guys so much." you beamed.

In the three years you'd been apart, your friendship with Casey and April had never once faltered. She always made a point to call you at least a few times a week, and he often texted you to check up on you, or sent you funny videos he found online. You had even managed to talk to the turtles on occasion. Your T-Phone had broken ages ago, but every once in a while, April would let Mikey or Donnie sit in on a call to say hello.

As you exited the subway, you chittered without friends about what had happened while you were away, and what the future had in store. Some how, the topic of living arrangements came up, and April was appalled to find that you hadn't secured an apartment yet. "What do you mean you haven't found a place yet?!"

You chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of your neck. "Well, I originally intended to move into the dorms, but they only allow payment by the semester and I don't have eight grand just laying around." you explained with a small smile. "I've got enough to put me up in a hotel for the night, I'll go house hunting tomorrow." you reassured, but obviously, this wasn't enough.

"Like hell!" she scolded. "How are going to waste your money on a hotel when not having enough money was the problem in the first place?"

"Well, what other choice do I have?" you shrugged. "I'll be fine, really."

"Absolutely not," she protested. "You're staying with me tonight." Before you had the chance to protest, she was already dragging you back down the steps into the subway system. As you walked, you began to become cautious of her intentions when she hung a sharp right that lead the three of you deeper into a seemingly defunct station.

"April, where are we going? I thought you lived on 31st?" you pondered, withdrawing your hand from hers as she lead.

"Not anymore, I moved out." she simply said, grabbing your hand again, before marching forward with even more vigor than before.

"Maybe this is a bad idea," Casey piped up from behind. "Babe, let's not do this. We could just stay with her in the hotel." Your head instantly snapped back to look at him, his features coated in uncertainty. If Casey Jones, the king of bad ideas, was unsure about this, than it was definitely not something you wanted to be apart of.

In the distance, you could hear chatter and background noise, and taking note of your surroundings, the color left your face. You spotted a broken skateboard, half submerged in sewage, and junk food wrappers scattered about. Even worse were the ruminants of deteriorating pizza boxes everywhere, becoming more numerous as you went further. It suddenly clicked for you where she was taking you, and Casey was right. This was a very bad idea.

"April, stop! I don't want to see them!" you vocalized, trying to tear yourself away from her. She finally let go and stopped, turning to look you in the eye.

"But they miss you, (Y/N)! They already know you're back in town, and they're just gonna come find you if you don't visit." she rationed.

You felt anger bubble in your chest as your fists balled themselves. "you told them I was coming back?! I specifically told you NOT to do that! April, how could you?"

The ginger rolled her eyes at your anger, clearly not understand her mistakes. "Are you really that mad?"

"Yes! I don't want to be here, April!" you shouted, huffing to turn back around and leave the way you'd come. You were born and raised in New York, surely you could find your way.

"(Y/N)?" you blood ran cold at the laid back voice that called out to you, knowing exactly who it was, and that there was no way you could leave now. Slowly, you pivoted on your heels with the fakest smile you could muster and wave back at him.

"Hey Mikey..."

-----

You were now sitting on that old familiar couch, crowded with ghosts from your past, having the absolute worst time. You felt sick, like you could vomit at any moment, without warning. Despite this, you continued to humor the turtles as they all rambled to you about what they'd been up to the last three years. There was nothing you wanted more than to leave again and never have any contact with these people again.

That was made ten fold when you noticed Leo standing in the doorway to the dojo, staring you down. Unbeknownst to you, he was feeling exactly how you were- nauseous and faint. Were couldn't been any words that anyone could string together to make him understand. Not how he felt, not why your were in his living room, nothing. Unwilling to deal with this at the moment, he turned away and went back into the dojo.

Apart of you felt an overwhelming grief watching him turn his back on your again, but the other part was so grateful. You could now go back to hating your current situation without the added pressure. Unluckily for you, it had already been decided that you'd sleep here, and you'd have much more torture to sit through as the night progessed.

-----

The lair laid quiet, all of it's inhabitants asleep, apart from you. You bustled around the living room, collecting your things and hasting tossing them into your trunk. Mentally, you went over a list of what you'd unpacked. Clothes, check. Wallet, check. Phone, check. With bated breath, you locked the final latch on your steamer and collapsed the handle, deciding to simply carry it and not risk the wheels making any noise. Finally, you were ready to make your escape.

"Leaving already?" a tired voice called from the kitchen, prompting you to freeze. How does this keep happening! Laughing nervously, you set the trunk down and turned to confront the person who'd caught you.

"N-No! Just going out for a snack-" you once again froze, that sick feeling bubbling back up in your throat, almost intense enough to make you visibly gag. "Leo?"

"It's just weird that you'd take your clothes with you to go get a snack. Especially at one in the morning." he chided, sipping from a glass of water and leaning against the countertop.

"Don't act like you care," you rolled your eyes. "Yes, I'm leaving. Just keep quiet about it, please."

"Were are we going?" he asked smugly, setting his drink down. "I don't know how many restaurants are open right now, but I bet we could find something."

You stared at him through glossy eyes, picking up your suitcase and marching up to the stairs. "That's enough, Leo. I really can't handle your shit talking right now. I just want to be away from you."

His brows furrowed, his hurt pride now becoming more important than his joy of seeing you again. "Go then. But don't say I didn't try."

You halted in your tracks, balled your fists and stomped back over to him, entirely snapped and no longer caring if you woke anyone up or not. "You didn't try, Leo! All you've ever done is hate me and bully me ever since I met you! The last time I saw you, you refused to even say goodbye, and then you never even called!" your chest heaved as tears began to flow freely from your eyes. "And then, after I was dragged here against my own will, when you saw that I was back, you didn't even bother to say anything! Don't you dare say you've tried!"

Leo stood in front of you, and for the first time he took the full force of your beratements, with nothing to say. When he finally did think of something, you didn't even give him the chance. "(Y/N), I-"

"Don't you '(Y/N)' me!" you sobbed, wiping fat tears off on the sleeve of your shirt. "I loved you, Leo! I don't know why, but I did, and all I ever wanted was for you to say one nice thing about me, but you can't even do that! You made it your mission to make my life here a live hell, and now that I'm back you expect to be able to go on midnight snack runs with me and have a cute little back and forth?!"

"Well, no-"

"Just stop." you finally said, hanging your head. "I never even intended for you guys to know I was coming back, because I didn't want to see you. Please, if you have any shred of respect for me, just let me go and don't tell anyone."

"Please don't go." he muttered desperately, catching your attention.

"Why does it matter to you?" you responded sadly, sniffling away the last few tears you had to offer.

"You're really unconventional in how you do things." he finally said quietly, and a bit shamefully.

"Leo, what does that even mean?" You questioned suspiciously, setting your trunk down to relieve your arm of it's weight.

"You said I can't say anything nice about you." he replied, in an almost annoyed tone.

"So that's your idea of a compliment?" you scoffed, shaking your head at him.

"I meant it in a good way." he clarified with a deep breath, refusing to let himself loose his cool again. "It's just something I admire about you."

"That's funny," you dismissed. "I didn't think you admired anything about me."

Guilt ate away at Leo as he continued to shift his gaze between you and the floor. "Look," he finally sighed, sitting down on the couch. "I wont make you stay. Please just here me out, and if you still wanna leave, I'll let you, no strings attached. I just have to get this off my chest."

You groaned, dropping your things and sitting down as well, as far from him as possible. "Whatever, just hurry up. Nothing you could say could change my mind."

With the inhalation of deep breath Leo turned to you, and for possibly the first time, he looked you in the eye. "I want you to know that above all else, I'm sorry." he began, deciding that putting any explanation before an apology would simply be inappropriate. "Secondly, I want you to know that I think I've done a lot of growing over the last few years and...there've been some bad habits I've had to work myself out of, and how I treated you was one of them."

"Cruelty doesn't count as a habit if it's only towards one person, Leo." you scoffed, dramatically rolling your eyes with arms crossed.

"I wouldn't necessarily call it cruelty, per say." he digressed. "But more how I process my feelings...and show affection." Your eyes widened a bit at his half confession.

"Are you really going to sit here and say you bullied me relentlessly over some stupid crush you didn't know how to express?" You spat, eyes narrowing venomously. "Because that's fucking pathetic."

"But it's the truth." he confirmed. "That doesn't make it any less wrong, though. I truly am so sorry, (Y/N). I don't expect forgiveness, but I wanted you to know that there was never a problem with you, it was all me."

You sat in silence for a moment, emotions a flurry of negative and positive. "Thank you for telling me this." you finally said calmly. "But I'd still like to stay somewhere else tonight. I don't feel comfortable here." Leo felt his heart break over you again, just as it bad many times before, and he hung his head low. "But you can walk me there, if you want."

-----

The trek across town was mostly quiet. there was so much to said, but it seemed no one had the right. Leo politely carried your trunk as you walked along side him to the closest budget in. He looked the place up and down while you booked a room in the lobby. He didn't like it at all. It was run down and shady, with barred windows siding, and tacky, dated furnishings. Though, he guessed he didn't have the right to complain if you felt safer here then in his home.

"Well, this is me," you sighed as you both strolled over to your door. "I booked this room for three days, that should give me plenty of time to find an apartment without- well, ya know." He nodded, humming in agreement.

"Well...I guess I'll let you sleep then." he muttered softly, turning to leave.

"Hey, uhm- Leo?" you called out, voice laced with uncertainty.

"Yeah?" he replied, a little too excitedly, turning back to you with a hopeful gleam in his eye.

"M-maybe we could get coffee together sometime this week? After I find a place and get settled in, I mean."

"Coffee...y-yeah. I'd like that, thanks."

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Dating Ging Freeces

Ging Freecss x fem! reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex/intimacy but nothing actually happens

A/N: Why do I do this? Because I'm me and I have little dignity left

*slams head against wall repeatedly*

Tiffany you dumb bitch why do you have to develop stupid crushes on toxic men

*rests head on wall, take deep breath*

Ok I'm fine now

Being with Ging is annoying to say the least

Honestly you probably wonder daily why you are still with this man 🤨

But love is a crazy thing YN

In all honestly, Ging is probably more the fwb type

He doesn't like to be tied down

As evident by his lack of parenting to Gon 🙃

Gon you sweet angel you deserve so much better 😫

He'd probably be like "It's ok my dad's an amazing hunter :D"

So if you are looking for a "relationship without labels" Ging's the guy for you

When you first met him, you were turned off by his brass attitude and rude behavior

He's might be shy but he's outspoken on alot of things

If you are a ruins hunter like him, he will test your knowledge, constantly feeling the need to on up you 😒

Yep he's one of THOSE guys

But don't let it bother you YN

Don't play into his games because we all know he's just testing you

When he tries to one up you, just say "oh thats nice"

Ging 👉🏻😐😑

There is no real definite moment in your relationship where you become a couple

Honestly you guys just start hanging out together and that's kind of it

Actually you two probably just sort of form of truce and that's it 🤷‍♀️

Intimacy doesn't start right away

And like your relationship, it kind of just happens

Like Ging will just walk up to you one day, kiss you passionately and that's all she wrote 😅

Intimacy does happen often when he's with you

I will give him this, I think he's a pretty passionate guy

He's also romantic but not on purpose

Will take you to some of the most gorgeous places on earth without even thinking about it

Mans enjoys the little things life has to offer and wants to experience them with you

While he might be romantic, he will also just up and leave you 🙄

After a night of passion don't be surprised if you wake up in a bed alone

He will leave you a note on the pillow that says something like

"I'm off. I'll reach out soon. Ging"

You will have to be pretty secure to be in a relationship with Ging

Mans will not contact you for weeks or even MONTHS!

And when he does, it's not much

Just a text or two

BUT they are cute 🥺

"*sends picture of gorgeous landscape* I can't wait to bring you here" or "the only thing that could make this place more beautiful is you"

😫😫😫 mans is romantic

He's also possessive and jealous as HELL

Seriously, you two might not have a defined relationship

But Ging will make it VERY well know that you are his and his alone

Even if some guy is merely talking to you, Ging is in the corner, glaring 😑

He's literally a child YN

Gon and Killua are more mature 🙄

You are a social and sweet person

Many hunters think of you as a literal Angel sent from heaven

And they truly have no clue why you are with Ging 😒

Honestly that's the question that surrounds most of the Zodiac meetings

Oh, btw you and Ging serve on the zodiac council together

And while Ging rarely shows up, you often get hounded about you relationship

Totally get thrown under the bus with that one YN

"Alright before we start does anyone have any issues to being up?"- Miss Cheadle asks

"Yeah I have a question, YN when are you going to realize how shitty Ging is and dump his dumbass?"- Kanzai asks

You 👉🏻😐🙄

"Seriously YN you are gorgeous and perfect and Ging, well Ging is Ging!"- Pyon asks

"Everyone please! This isn't a quarrem about YN and Ging's love life"- Cheadle adds

"Thank you"- you

"Even if we are all confused as to why someone like YN would date Ging, we should be respectful"- Cheadle

You 👉🏻😐 thank you

"I mean, the man is a literal child abandoning jerk who rarely shows up to meetings but it's not about that! I'm sure Ging and YN make a great couple"- Cheadle

You 👉🏻😐 yep

"And I'm sure whatever weird connection they have makes them both happy even if Ging tends to ruin everything"- Cheadle

You 👉🏻 ight imma head out ✌🏻

I told you, you gotta be tough to be in a ship with Ging YN

And when Ging does show up to meetings, you can bet there is ONE person who will irritate him to no end

"I'm so sorry to keep everyone waiting, where is Miss YN?"- Pariston says smirking at Ging

Ging will probably growl at the mere mention of your name from Pariston's lips

You come in the conference room and take you seat next to Ging

"I'm sorry, Beans needed my help with something"- you say smiling and sitting down

"Miss YN you are always so kind and giving! I would live to have someone like you working at my agency"- Pariston smirks

Ging will seriously be growling so loud at this point

YN do something 😫

"Pariston, thank you but I'm very happy where I am"- you say calmly

Ging grabs your hand under the table because the feral man needs to chill out

But don't worry, that won't stop Pariston

Oh no no no

Because he's equally as annoying as Ging 🙃

God I'd HATE being a member of the zodiacs with those two on board 🥴

At every turn, Pariston is trying to get under Ging's skin

"Miss YN, can I just say how beautiful you look today?"- rat man

Ging 👉🏻😑😠

You 👉🏻 😐 🙄 thank you Pariston

"Miss YN you should be vice chairman when become chairman. I'd love to work closely with you"- Pariston

"OVER MY DEAD BODY RAT"- Ging yells 🤬

You 👉🏻😐🤦‍♀️ thanks Pariston but I think I'll pass

But the absolute best thing EVER happened during the question and answer session the zodiacs held for the hunters

You know the one where Leorio punched Ging 🤪

Honestly classic 👌🏻

You sat there while the crowd applauded Leorio for his amazing performance

"I told you to go visit him"- you say as Ging gets up from the floor, rolling your eyes

As you stand up to check on Ging, you cross in front of Pariston

Causing the rat to stick his leg out and "accidently" trip you

As you fall, gracefully 💅🏼

My headcanons and I always wished I was graceful so let me live my dreams ☺️

Pariston stands quickly and catches you mid fall, like in one of those romance books

You stare into his eyes, blushing

"My goodness Miss YN, are you-"

Before he can finish, Ging's fist is connecting with Pariston's face and that's all she wrote

"I said, get the HELL away from my girlfriend you rat"- Ging

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 girlfriend?

The zodiacs 👉🏻😱 he finally admitted it

All the Hunters 👉🏻 standing ovation for Ging punching Pariston 👏🏻

It's like the WWE up in here!

After the meeting, you help patch Ging up

"Girlfriend huh??"- You say trying not the smile

Ging rolls his eyes

"Well it's true isn't it?" He scoffs

"Yeah I guess just never thought I'd see the day"- you shrug

"Well I guess I just need to introduce you to Gon then"- Ging says

"Oh I already met him"- you waving your hand

Ging 👉🏻😃 whet-

"Yeah Kite introduced us. He's a really sweet boy Ging, not sure where he got that from"- you chuckle

"Hey I'm sweet! I defended you against Pariston didn't I?!?"- Ging groans

"Like I couldn't have handled him? How do you think I've managed at meetings when you don't show up?"- You

Ging 👉🏻😑 I'm going to kill that asshole!

You roll your eyes knowing Ging is a true man of his word 🥰

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[imagine--if]

Soft yandere Eddie with a reader who sees him as a total stranger but has seen the Riddler on the news so she comes home to see the Riddler in her apartment and a romantic dinner set up. He casually asks about how her day was, and cuddles her before pulling her chair out for her at the table. She's extremely confused and has no clue how he knows she exists but his earnest adoration and chivalry helps her calm down about the fact that the Riddler broke into her apartment.

A/N: It's terrifying to anyone who isn't a simp for Eddie Nashton like us 😌😂 I'll be answering a few matchups tomorrow so keep an eye out if you've sent one in!! (Also, cat mum and dad with Edward?? Parenting with Edward?! Honestly I've gotten so many requests for this and my brains exploding with ideas hehehe 😁 THANKS FOR 1000+ FOLLOWERS AGHSKFGK-)

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Obsessive loving behaviour, stalking, breaking and entering 😵💚

Words: 1143

You know something was wrong right when you get to the front door, your key hovering against the hole of the lock. The gap between your door and the frame is a slit wider than usual, almost as if it's...

Yep. It's open. Crap.

Do you call the police? You never forget to lock up before you leave for work; you can't, not in a city like Gotham. Who the hell would want to break into your apartment anyway? It's not like you've got any proper stock of valuables in there, because if you did, you wouldn't be living here in the first place. But there are definitely faint noises coming from inside your apartment, and if you act now, maybe sneak in, you can deal with this before it escalates.

But as the door swings open inwardly in a flourish, you know it's too late, and your thought of something being wrong seems pretty much laughable now. Because here, standing in front of you, is a man masked in deep, grungy greens, clear framed glasses over the mask drawing your attention to the stranger's forest green eyes, lit up with apparent happiness as they meet your own.

That's... he's The Riddler.

You've seen him on the news, obviously, heard of his little live streams to show off his 'trials' against the corrupt of Gotham and the unique, gruesome methods he uses to earn him that title. Even so, why is he here? It's not like you're corrupt - unless he thinks you are? But, then again, he can't be thinking that, not by the way he's looking at you, a smile half-hidden underneath the mask.

"Honey, you're home!" he coos at you with crazed giggles, and instantly sweeps you up in his arms as if it's the most normal thing to do, while you're rocked in his embrace with wide eyes and your mouth agape in pure shock and bewilderment.

"Wh- what-"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't even given you a chance to get in yet," The Riddler scolds himself knowingly, finally letting go and ushering you inside, a hand on your back guiding you in. "How was work? Quieter now that one of the pigs who used to get on your nerves has... well, disappeared?"

"Wait- what?" you breathe shakily, and he shakes his head dismissively, helping you slide out of your jacket.

"Never mind, angel, never mind... how was your day? Are you tired?"

"I..." you desperately try to find the right words, dazed by the madness of the entire situation. The only two options you can think of are straight-up calling this Riddler out and getting someone, anyone, out for help, or simply letting it happen. Completely ignore the fact that this man is a stranger, a serial killer, and has broken into your apartment to treat you like you've been together for ages.

"I guess I'm a little tired...?" is what you find yourself saying instead, which is in no way a lie. The Riddler's smile fades to one of sympathy behind the material covering it as he goes to hug you again, and you take in the warmth from his body enveloping yours snugly, the thick green hoodie soft against your skin.

"Of course you are, poor darling. But that's what I'm here for!" he exclaims excitedly, letting go to take you hand-in-hand to the dining area of your small kitchen.

What sounds like Ave Maria is playing quietly on one of your speakers, the round table set neatly with a candle in the centre and dotted around the sideboards, your favourite food prepared precisely in front of you. It's actually sweet, you can't help thinking to yourself, that he's actually come here to make you food, treat you with respect and warmth it's practically impossible to find in Gotham City. It's only what he's expecting in return that worries you.

"Why... why'd you make this?" you ask him hesitantly, before adding, "I mean, it's really lovely, um, thank you, by the way."

"Because you work hard, sweet girl," The Riddler responds as if it's obvious, his proper smile back now, "too hard, for scum like that, and you deserve a treat for it. I've not seen anyone else do something like this for you, not since we met. So you're more than welcome!"

"Since we met?" you repeat incredulously, and the masked man nods.

"Well, since I met you," he clarifies, "only a few weeks ago. Oh, but it feels like only yesterday, doesn't it? I just couldn't help falling in love with every little thing about you..."

You blink at his adoring, lovestruck trance, then look back to the table.

"You've been following me?"

"I've been protecting you, angel," he rephrases with another giggle. "I'd never hurt you, see? The thought of that- god, it makes me feel sick to my stomach. And we can't have that, now can we? Not before we've started eating."

The Riddler quickly goes to pull out a chair, and you steadily follow and sit down with a mumbled thanks. He sits opposite, and you eye his mask wearily.

"You might need to take that off if you're gonna eat too," you remind him, and he nods and sighs.

"I know, sweetheart, but I've done such a good job of keeping myself hidden for now. I'm sure you wouldn't tell, though, I hope you wouldn't..."

"I don't really know who you are anyway," you tell him gently, a small smile tugging at your lips. "But I'm not... I'm not scared, or anything. It's been a while, really, since anyone's done this for me."

"Well, I'm glad it's made you feel better," The Riddler responds contentedly. "I did think about going slow, like any normal person would, but I don't think I'd be able to cope with the hassle of that. Better to just come straight out and treat you like the pure princess you are, hmm?"

You nod slowly, not entirely convinced, but it'll do for now. "Okay then. Thanks. I've, uh, I've seen you on TV before."

"You have? Did you like it?" he questions you eagerly, and you shrug and shake your head with an amused smile.

"I suppose. I mean, I kind of get it?"

"There'll be more time for you to truly understand, so don't worry, my love," The Riddler assures you with a wide smile. "We have all the time in the world, you and I... and I'm going to savour each and every second."

His eyes tell you he means every word he says, and you can't help but smile at him lightly, the shock of the situation wearing off into the strangest acceptance in curiosity you've ever had.

I mean, if The Riddler's going to savour every second of being able to love you, there's no reason why you can't savour it too, right?

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[painting-warhammer]

Lelith Hesperax in the style of Sylvanas Windrunner (Warcraft)

To date, my greatest failure painting. Commentary under cut.

The Lessons Learned

#1: Don't Base Your Model Right Away

While the nook where the skeleton lies isn't what people will pay attention to, it still needs to be covered up by paint. The way the model is tilted too made painting her left leg absolute hell, in addition to the glyphs beneath it.

#2: Citadel Paints Are Not The Best

I had twelve-year-old brain and thought gold would be much cooler than her silvery-white accents. And as if that weren't bad enough, I decided to get the Citadel version. Which by all accounts, is the worst one you can get.

Mentally, I was in a position that I wanted everything to be as "official" as possible. To get everything from Citadel meant I had to be doing something right, almost as if I could get "customer support" if my figure looks like shit.

Now that's not to say Citadel doesn't make good paint as a whole. Most of my paints are still from there. But as time went on, I branched out to some Vallejo, Stuart Semple, and Green Stuff World. More than that, there are "formulas" for mixing paints.

I would eventually get a really good gold that I'll post a sample of when I do my main army reveal, but so as not to bogart the secret, I'll drop it here.

#3: Get Rid Of Sprues, But Learn To Love Battle Damage

I didn't think much of sprues initially. What's the big deal? I was too afraid of accidentally shaving off detail. Moreover, if you look at the Vriska post (specifically the shoes) you'll notice something is missing.

Yep, that little jewel.

I was cutting this outside and really struggling to get that little nub free when my clip blazed through and sent it flying. I had been working outside, and it went right into the tall grass where I suspect it remains to this day.

While I definitely freaked out, my best friend had friends into gunpla and mini painting that told me about "Battle Damage", which is the affectionate way of describing the chips and dents and errors you made painting. It is representative of all the violent campaigns your figure has been in and it makes them more unique. In the end I was okay with it, as honestly it would have made Vriska look dumb if she had some cowboy spur on one foot.

You know what can't be explained by battle damage, though? The giant horn of leftover sprue extending Venom Snake-style out of Sylvesperax's ponytail.

#4: You're Going To Have To Paint Everything, Especially The Parts You Don't Like

So in my last post, I said that I kinda didn't dig the Harlequins all that much--at least, not enough to commit to them. But I had a good idea for all the parts involved.

To this day, the Drukhari are my favorite faction. I saw them as the fun kind of michievous and devious, although I'm quite aware they are a lot, lot worse than that. Sylvanas Windrunner is also one of my favorite characters, and so I thought I would be okay with painting up a whole army of devious space-pirate Sylvanii.

Here was the reality: The only ladies are the harpies, Lelith Hesperax, the Succubus, and less than half of any given Wyches unit.

On first glance, that's not too bad. But then I realized that they had individual guns I'd have to paint. Spears. Swords. Knives. Utility belts. Some were less important than others, if they were in scabbards. But things like swords held aloft, I couldn't get around.

With Sylvanas, I panicked because while she does have a sword (in some cutscenes) it was just a basic, boring silver thing. I thought I knew better and tried to remake the Twin Blades of Azzinoth from Illidan.

When they looked as bad as they did, I pretty much called it quits then and there.

The guns would be their own beast; with Vriska Solitaire, I at least could just make the Warhammer of Vrillyhoo to reference, but I didn't know what to do for a sudden army of all this. I was suddenly adrift because I was relying a bit much on source material and beginning to mix the things that shouldn't be. Illidan looks good holding the twinglaives, his color palette reflects that. Sylvanas does not.

It made me realize that this wouldn't be the first or last time I encountered this problem, so I decided to spend more time thinking about who my main faction would be (especially since I did and do still have some Drukhari Boxes of Shame™ in my cupboard already, and I didn't want to go deeper before it was too late.) For the time being, I would just paint what I wanted to paint and when I came up with something that I could commit to (which I would!) then I would commit to that army.

This is to ultimately say that if there is something you consistently dread doing, and it's less of a skill issue and more something like "but I don't even have any idea how to make this interesting," then don't hesitate to shop around until you find something you like.

#5: Understand How To Catch The Eye

The last brief point I'll mention is knowing how color contrast also means you should catch your viewer's eye.

You want it on the figure. The only thing I could day I did right is that Sylvesperax is very dark so you could argue she is stealthy and fast, and nothing but a blurry shadow on the orange Martian surface I placed her on. But that's a complete and total cope, lol. And I fucked up the glyphs again: I wanted a yellow glow to a reddish background, but the flow messed up and it stood out too much.

Going at this a second time, I think what I would do is try to make her brighter, i.e. less shade paint, and the ground duller; an ugly orangeish-brown clay like in Minecraft. Also, smaller detail brushes I would get in the future would be a godsend. In addition to her overly shaded blue form, you might see her eyes seem stylistically darkened when in fact, they were supposed to be red and I could never get the shader out.

So, big bummer with this one, and a step down from the Vriska Solitaire, but definitely a bigger learning experience. And a humbling moment, where I realized just how many mistakes I could make in one sitting. But no worries: the next one would have even more mistakes, and I would be a lot better at coping with them and I'd definitely start to develop more as a painter thanks to it. See you next time on that post!

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[wonderlandleighleigh]

"Runaway bride" Midgelenny?

Midge's champagne colored wedding dress floofs out around her as she sits alone at the train station, her suitcase by her side. She can't tell whether she's relieved or nauseous as she waits for her train out of the Hamptons.

She's supposed to be marrying Gordon right now. Literally, this very moment, she is supposed to be standing under a chuppah, with Gordon and a rabbi and a priest and all of their friends and family.

Almost.

Almost all of them.

She sighs and slips the engagement ring off her finger, gazing at it sadly. How many more relationships is she going to run scared from?

"Every one that isn't the right one," she mutters to herself and slips the ring into her handbag for safe-keeping, to be given back to Gordon at a later date.

Midge closes her eyes and takes a breath, trying to calm her nerves. She knows this was the right choice. She know marrying Gordon would have been fine, but did she really want fine? Did she wan another marriage with someone who didn't really love her? Who had mistress (Gordon definitely did) and who expected that she would also have a boyfriend on the side?

That conversation had been a doozy, and the night before the wedding, too. Learning that Gordon's expectations had been so different from her own. That 'this is what everyone in show business is like. Do you think your precious Lenny Bruce is any different?'

Lenny.

She misses Lenny.

He's been in California for an entire year. He sent her a postcard once. 'The weather is here. Wish you weren't so fucking beautiful. Tell Abe I say hi.'

And she'd called him to tell him about the wedding. To ask him to come.

"We'll see," he'd said, his voice tense. "I'll try, Midge."

But he hadn't been there.

And she wonders if that was the last straw. Looking in on the guests and realizing he was nowhere to be found.

Not that she needs his approval to get married. Or do anything. It's just...

He's played her barometer for a long time. Practically since their friendship started, showing her a path forward, and if he's tepid on her marrying Gordon than maybe...

Maybe it's all wrong.

Coupled with that conversation with Gordon about "other partners" the night before and...

Well, here she is.

She's tried so hard not to miss Lenny. So hard to convince herself that Gordon was the one, and he's just - not. He's not. There is a 'one' already but he only wants to be friends, and-

"That is some traveling outfit," a familiar voice tells her.

Midge doesn't open her eyes. "For fuck's sake, Lenny."

He shifts on his feet - she can hear him do it. "I guess you're not having a very good day."

"Nope."

"Ran away from the wedding?" he asks gently as he takes a seat next to her, trying not to sit on her dress and failing.

"Yep."

"Why?"

"Because he has a girl in Brooklyn," Midge explains. "And he expects me to find my own...girl in Brooklyn."

"Don't tease."

"You know what I mean."

He pauses for a moment. "Yeah."

Midge finally opens her eyes and looks at him. Lenny looks tired. A little thin, but not entirely unhealthy. "What the hell are you doing here?"

He sighs heavily and shrugs, looking a little ashamed. "I maybe...felt bad about...about not coming to your wedding. And then on the plane I got to thinking about-" he pauses.

"Were you going to object at my wedding?" she asks, stunned.

"Gordon's a louse."

"Lenny."

"He is!"

"You can't keep doing this," she scolds. "You can't - tell me you want to be friends and then turn around and do things that are entirely romance-driven. That's not friend behavior."

"Oh, I'm deeply aware," he huffs. "But you're all I think about these days, along with writing deadlines, so..."

"I thought you were seeing someone," Midge says softly.

He shrugs. "It ended. A little while ago. And I just...miss...you. I miss you. And I'm a wreck. Staring down four months at a workhouse and struggling with the drugs, and maybe it's utterly selfish of me to come to you like this but I had five hours on a plane and then another hour on the train to think about the idea that maybe you and I could be...something again. And if I'm fooling myself then I'm fooling myself. Fine. I'll go back to California and we can go back to being whatever the hell it is we've been to each other these last handful of years, but-"

"Lenny," she says softly.

"What?" he asks, gazing at her with more vulnerability than she's ever seen.

"You know what the worst part about Gordon Ford is?"

"Aside from the cheating and wanting you to cheat right back?" Lenny asks. "Which - I've been in that situation. It's not sustainable."

"Well," Midge huffs. "Aside from all of that, the worst part about Gordon is that he's not you."

He stares at her in surprise.

"And If we're confessing feelings here, I'm just tired of denying that that's what's-"

She doesn't get to finish her sentence, before he's kissing her, cupping her face and pulling her close, and Midge is lost in the feeling of this man, and this moment.

"Your dress is awful," he whispers against her lips.

Midge groans and slumps back. "I told them champagne is an awful color and no one wanted to listen to me," she grumbles

Lenny chuckles softly, and holds her hand tightly.

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge/Lenny #Midge x Lenny

[ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole]

Hurt

Tag Team Tournament 2022

Day 3 Prompt: "That looks like it hurts."

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Marinette was lost. It was that simple. The buildings all looked the same. Tall. The 'distinguishing' features were gargoyles too high up to properly see. The map was no help at all. Look north?! What north?! The map wasn't working properly and she needed to save her phone battery as it held all her booking details and notes and she was stressing and it was all going wrong and she was going to be late and everyone was going to hate her and she was going to leave a bad impression for the company and it was the end of the universe.

Not looking where she was going as she focused on the nonsense map before her, Marinette lost her footing on the stairs she was descending. Seconds later she had fallen the last (more than a) few steps grazing her leg and no doubt bruising her bum (as well as her ego!).

"That looks like it hurts."

Blinking in surprise, Marinette glances up to find a hand near her face and her eyes trailing a muscular arm of the deep voice owner to peer into the sapphire eyes of what she believed to be a giant. Or well, a tall muscular man, but mainly a muscular blue eyed giant with a very nice voice. Was everything in this cursed city tall!?!

Taking his proffered hand and glaring at the stairs that dared to inflict their cruel fate onto her, Marinette pulls herself up with his assistant. As he steadied her, Marinette brushed herself off, praying to those she cared for blessed her enough that her skirt (and outfit) survived. He looked at her expectantly as she remembered his question but unsure what he meant.

"What… hurts?"

Confused Marinette looks around trying to work out what the man was talking about. Who looked confused back at her and waved his arm towards her leg.

"That. The cut on your leg from your slip down the stairs."

"You saw that happen?"

"Yes! You cut your leg. It looks like it really hurts!"

The man looked slightly frantic at her now for some bizarre reason. Marinette sighed at him.

"It's fine. Nothing out of the ordinary. I'll sort it out when I get to my location."

She paused and stared angrily at the map in her other hand as if it would create a giant glowing arrow to point her in the right direction. Maybe, could a kwami make that happen? It was definitely something to think about. Oooo, maybe she could use Kaalki, that would save stress, but then it was for personal gain so maybe not. She'd rather not have more bad luck inflicted upon her.

Ignoring her tangential thought Marinette closed her eyes to ignore the distracting man and centre herself. She could do this. It wasn't… that… hard. She just needed to work out… if she knew which way was north… potentially it would work. The deep voice broke though her thoughts again as a warm hand settled on her shoulder.

"Nothing out of the ordinary?! It looks serious and what about bruises? Concussion?"

"I fell down a few steps. I'm fine. Yeah, bruises happen, but that's part of life. Seriously, it's a tiny minute, itsy, bitsy, tiny winey cut. Nothing to worry about sir. But! You could help me find where the hell we are on the map and point me in the right direction."

He sent her what she guessed was meant to be a reassuring and charming smile. It suited him. Made him look softer. Cute even. But it didn't matter. She was on a mission.

"Yep and nope. Happy to show you where we are on the map and help with directions, but no hope in hell am I letting you go there on your own. I'm going to escort you there Pixie. I saw how you nearly missed walking into an open manhole, crossed traffic without looking and just fell down the stairs. No way am I leaving you to get injured on your route."

She frowned at him calling her Pixie. It wasn't her fault she was so short!

"What?! Stop lying. I'm… fine?"

Pausing mid sentence it actually may explain the stairs actually. Tikki was pushing her to safety and it needed balancing out. But, given what he said she missed, the stairs were unlikely to be enough to balance it out. Marinette looked at the man closely trying to get a read on him as she felt Tikki nudging against her leg from her purse. Twisting her mouth as he studied her back, as if he was trying to get a gauge on her.

"Fine. It's probably true. Maybe. I don't trust you. You're a stranger!! But, I am lost and this map is like evil….. and I may be a bit clumsy so it could be a good idea."

His face shifted into a light-hearted smirk as he waited for Marinette to show him the map, obviously having heard her mutterings about clumsiness. Marinette moved her hand to show him where she thought she was. Potentially. Maybe. No clue. And where she thought she was meant to be heading. The map caught her on the skin between her thumb and hand and Marinette squeaked as the paper cut pain shot through her. Dropping the map she abruptly shoved the cut in her mouth to soothe the hurt.

The man stooped to pick up the map showing his rather nice ass off causing Marinette to blush. She hid her face to look for a plaster in her bag hopefully so he couldn't catch her looking at him.

"So, a huge gash on you leg is enough for you to ignore the pain, but a tiny paper cut is enough to make you eyes water. Maybe I should check you for concussion."

He stepped closer gently placing a hand under her chin lifting her face to gaze into her eyes with concern laced in his. Which did NOTHING to help with the blush she was sporting.

"I-I-I'm f-f-fine."

Her stuttered response got him to move his hand to her forehead as if checking her temperature. His eyes filled his humour and his mouth twitched.

"I'd go for hot more than fine."

Marinette eyes darted about as her brain rebooted. Was that flirting? Was he referring to her temperature? What was going on?? She was going to be so late now!!

He seemed to ignore her as he went back to checking the map and her crude sticky note instructions.

"Ah-ha, I can see where you've gone wrong. You're not far out, just 3 blocks from this park. Here, please let me escort you. If not for you, then for my peace of mind."

Finally, Marinette's brain seemed to slowly reboot and she nodded in a slight daze as to what was happening. Again, he seemed confused by her lack of response to his query as he paused taking a step back.

"Sorry, I need verbal agreement. I've just realised I've bulldozed over to you to help but I can just give you directions."

"I, it's fine. Ummm, you can guide me there, it's probably for my own safety too. Given I've now two injuries."

Mariette bit her lip as she remembered that she had been looking for a plaster before her brain decided to blue screen.

"Umm, I'm just going to message my colleague to give them the heads up of when to expect me. It's not long is it? I do not get blocks as time frames."

"Sure, about 5 minutes, Miss."

"Marinette. And thank you sir."

"Dick."

"What?!"

Marinette brows knitted as she looked up at the devilishly handsome man, who much like the devil, was really rude. He seemed to be flustered by her glower before eye's opening in understanding."

"My name! My name is Dick."

"You're named after…"

Marinette gestured towards his middle, her mind rewhirling. She was grateful that she messaged Alya, 'her make believe colleague' if she went missing at least someone was investigated her disappearance. The man rubbed the back of his neck as if he felt awkward, but given his name maybe he was.

"It's short for Richard. A nickname I chose as a child when I didn't understand the connotations. English isn't my first language."

Marinette nodded in semi understanding as he responded in a semi robotic way. She understood the joys of English not being her first language, or even second, and the use of it. The fact he still used it was… unique. Shifting her weight from foot to foot as she quickly ran through her mind his interactions before she concluded he was dangerous type of safe. All she needed was him to keep her alive the correct distance and she never had to see him again. Smirking at him with a playful gaze.

"That sounds like it hurts, if you have standard response for it."

His startled bark of a laugh caught Marinette off guard, before she let a small giggle out too. Laughter danced over his face as he offered her his elbow to guide the way.

"Shall we."

"We shall."

#maribat #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #maribat au #ml x dc #dc x ml #dickinette #marinette x dick #dick x marinette #ttt2022 #tag team tournament

[atherix]

YOU- I'm very sorry for not screaming in your ask box a lot lately, life's been a thing... BUT IM HERE NOW, AND OHMYGOD seems like ohmygrian would also work given recent events ATHERIX IM SCREAMING AND SHAKING YOU WHAT JUST HAPPENED

Ok ok ok, so lore lots of lore where to begin

Let's start off with one of the big ones. WATCHERS?? I am very calmly and politely asking you what the hell is happening with Scott and Jimmy. What. is. happening. Listener lore?? Other equally interesting plot points?? Only time will tell I suppose... I don't like how much power you hold over us atherix 😑 you like the tourment a little too much 😑 but seriously I love it so much you evil writer

Don't you just love it when your mate is brutaly murdered infront of you, then ages later (is it hundereds of years? thousands? i cant remember. lets just say time. Time has passed), you find 2 new mates! Who you love very deeply! Who you would do anything for! Only to learn one of them is constantly tap dancing at deaths door, and the other has now become a God after friggin dying in front of you 🙂 You cradled his dead body in your arms. You uselessly checked for breath even while knowing there was none left. You begged him to come back, to not leave you like she did begged him to LIVE. couldn't save them couldn't save them couldn't save And then he does. he comes back. And he's a watcher now! So you know. There's that. Then he tries to single handedly fight off two harbingers of death while injured, and while using his godly powers for the first time! <3 like an idiot <3 Everything's going great :D

Then scar. Scar. I think him and I need to have a little chat about the whole distracting the warden thing. Brave! Stupid! Suicidal! Luv I don't care if you think you're gonna die at any moment, please have some self preservation <33 if not for your sake, at least for your son?? And your mates?? (On the other hand it was very sweet. Still stupid, but sweet) But wow is he going through it too... nothing like a track record of your loved ones consistently dying for you :) it's something he's definitely not traumatised over :)) it's all completely fine :))) someone get this man some cuddles and emotional support STAT

By the way Tubbo must be having a great time right now 😃

All of their mental and physical health needs some serious help rn

Atherix. ATHERIX. 30 thousand years?? The magic residue?? The unsolved mysteries?? What does scar know... what's going on... what pieces of the puzzle are we missing... or have we completed the puzzle and it's just upside-down? Either way it's pain :D

Also the worldbuilding detail?? The descriptions of the city?? The wardens?? The enchanting?? This all makes me very happy <33

Im sure I've forgotten a LOT about these last 2 chapters, but this is all I got for now... your writing has a grip on me ohmygod

So yeah I'm normal about this. Thank you for consuming my waking hours <33

-🍂

(This is also from chapter 8/9 not the latest chapter <3)

No worry! Real life is Like That sometimes <3 I hope everything's okay! Highkey if it hadn't been a Serious Moment Grian would have said "you're welcome" when Tubbo said "thank god" LMAO A LOT HAPPENED-

So much lore mmm

YEP. WATCHERS. WE'VE FINALLY MADE IT FOLKS, WE'RE HERE, THE WATCHERS ARE HERE. Haha well we've answered Jimmy, haven't gotten into Scott yet but that will come up in the future <3 I on the other hand LOVE the amount of power I hold over y'all :) This is delightful <3 <3 <3

Mmmm Mumbo was born almost 500 years ago so it's been probably a little more than 4.5 centuries <3 But yes. Mmmm history sure does rhyme. "One of them is constantly tap dancing at death's door" I'M SORRY I AM SENT HJKSJKJKFSHJ but yes! Yes! Mmm Mumbo watching yet another mate of his get killed and he has absolutely no power to stop it :) Only this time the mate WAKES UP and now he has to trust the mate who just died and came back to know what he's doing so Mumbo can go help their mate to not die, too! Yay! Oh the trauma haha Mumbo will have nightmares about this day for the rest of his long life :) Also my dear 🍂Autumn 🍂 Anon how in the world did you make this even angstier than it already is <3 (Fun fact I plan to write a tumblr exclusive/aside of that moment from Mumbo's pov <3) Hahaha yeah god or not might not want to fight off the "monster god" who has ended the world who knows how many times <3 But at least they're there to stop him from facing down the Warden like he tried to face down Blondie <3

Oh yes, Scar is certainly going to be getting Talked With by a few different people in the coming days :) Once they've recovered more haha. "Hey Scar what the fuck" <3 But yes! If he's gonna die he's gonna make it matter </3 Try and give them a chance to get away <3 Mind you Grian's little trick didn't actually work, the Warden just fuckin. Mm. But the fire is a surprise tool for the future ;) God yeah :) Scar is so. Mmm trauma. He doesn't want anyone else to die for or because of him </3 He'll get cuddles and emotional support but he might also need a li'l therapy <3

Tubbo is having a GREAT time haha "I said I was FASCINATED by the Warden, I didn't say I wanted to MEET one!!"

Oh yes. Absolutely. They need all the help they can get.

:) Haha chapter ten answers these <3

I love worldbuilding and I really wanted to flesh the Ancient City out so <3 I'm glad you enjoy this~! <3 hjhgjfdj <3

Haha you've summed it up pretty well methinks <3 Thank you much <33 hhghjjhgdj <3

Thank you for reading~! <3

#ask #Midnight Series #🍂autumn🍂 anon #Long Post #<3

[luckydragon10]

P&P Chapters 29, 30, 31

(Chapters 27 and 28)

Hmm, it's Saturday and these don't look too long. Gonna do an extra.

Score check:

Lizzy made a small gain to +20.

Mr. Darcy isn't even in this book. He's still at -10. (I'm tempted to take 5 points off just for swanning right the hell out of the plot.)

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Chapter 29

Mr. Collins: “Do not make yourself uneasy, my dear cousin, about your apparel...."

This whole paragraph is just so casually insulting that it's amazing. This dude is really, truly hopeless.

While they were dressing, he came two or three times to their different doors, to recommend their being quick, as Lady Catherine very much objected to be kept waiting for her dinner. 

So unbearable, my dude.

He kisses her ass so much and so hard when she's not around that I am dying to see how they actually interact. Is she actually horrible to him, and he just doesn't know it? Or is she actually super haughty despite his saying she's gracious? There has to be some sort of reversal on this, please.

Okay okay, the intro to Lady Catherine... hmm...

I find it very interesting that Lizzy compares Lady Catherine almost immediately with Mr. Wickham. Wasn't expecting that.

After sitting a few minutes, they were all sent to one of the windows to admire the view,

Strolling around a room for a walk, being sent to a window to see the view... yep, this is me again, just being grateful that I live in modern times, thanks so much.

Mr. Collins attending them to point out its beauties, and Lady Catherine kindly informing them that it was much better worth looking at in the summer.

Okay, good, she casually calls out his nonsense.

When the ladies returned to the drawing-room, there was little to be done but to hear Lady Catherine talk, which she did without any intermission till coffee came in, delivering her opinion on every subject in so decisive a manner, as proved that she was not used to have her judgement controverted.

I see why Mr. Collins likes her now. He aspires to her level of nonstop talking. She's everything he wants to be.

Oooh, I'm giving Lizzy +5 for her whole scene with Lady Catherine. Ballsy. I hope it doesn't come back to bite her on the ass later.

....except when Mrs. Jenkinson expressed her fears of Miss de Bourgh’s being too hot or too cold, or having too much or too little light. 

If she wasn't hypochondriac before, she's definitely been made to be one.

But her commendation, though costing her some trouble, could by no means satisfy Mr. Collins, and he was very soon obliged to take her ladyship’s praise into his own hands.

Pardon my bluntness, but Mr. Collins won't be satisfied until his tongue is in Lady Catherine's ass.

~~~

Chapter 30

Elizabeth soon perceived, that though this great lady was not in the commission of the peace of the county, she was a most active magistrate in her own parish, the minutest concerns of which were carried to her by Mr. Collins;

Lady Catherine is the most battleaxiest of battleaxes. This is only fitting.

Elizabeth had heard soon after her arrival that Mr. Darcy was expected there in the course of a few weeks,

I sure as fuck hope so. He's never going to even have a chance to get out of a negative score if he doesn't show up!

His arrival was soon known at the Parsonage; for Mr. Collins was walking the whole morning within view of the lodges opening into Hunsford Lane, in order to have the earliest assurance of it,

Can you imagine if Mr. Collins had a Twitter account? *shudder*

Lizzy: “My eldest sister has been in town these three months. Have you never happened to see her there?”

Still fighting the good fight for Jane. Bless you, Lizzy.

~~~

Chapter 31

Hmm hmm, of course the Colonel Fitzwilliam has taken a fancy to Lizzy. Such is the life of a romance heroine. La de da.

Topic of music, hmm hmm.

Darcy makes a move toward Elizabeth and gets immediately taunted, of course, of course. *solemn nodding*

Lizzy: "I am particularly unlucky in meeting with a person so able to expose my real character, in a part of the world where I had hoped to pass myself off with some degree of credit."

OMG, you idiot, he's perfect for you. *head desk*

“I am not afraid of you,” said he, smilingly.

Holy fuck, he CAN flirt. Dude, did absence make your heart grow fonder? It did, didn't it? I'll give you +5 for that, congrats! You're finally on the move again, though still in the negatives.

“I can answer your question,” said Fitzwilliam, “without applying to him. It is because he will not give himself the trouble.”

READ HIM FOR FILTH, FITZ! 🤣

Darcy smiled and said, “You are perfectly right. You have employed your time much better. No one admitted to the privilege of hearing you can think anything wanting. We neither of us perform to strangers.”

Good line, good line.

Wow, this room is just full of hormones right now, isn't it?

(Chapters 32, 33, 34)

#nemi reads p&p #pride and predujice #chapters 29-31

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Rpg Anon: So yeah I said I'd like to make some changes to the Hajime's Shiva Persona design thoughts I said. First things first, I based my thoughts on Shiva from actual Hindu depictions, Smite, Record of Ragnarok, and SMTV/Persona. Now for some new ideas plus some changes:

First of all, I changed my mind slightly on the two floating mechanical arms. They'll still be mechanical somewhat, but I want them basically attached to his back now. Kinda like he's got a cybernetic backpack with arms that serve as his upper extra pair. Take a look at this image below (I got it from Smite itself; do i still need to credit it?)

This is Smite Shiva concept art. You see how his two upper arms come from behind him and behind his other arms specifically? That's kinda what I think would be better now. Except again, mechanical appendages. Basically he's truly got the normal two arms human anatomy but he's bringing cybernetic enhancements (doesn't necessarily mean it has to be fused into his skin and body tho). I don't want his upper mech arms to be overly giant tho. I prefer the same size as his real arms.

Now I can get into the smaller but finer details. First, I don't intend on him being full mechanical. I kinda intend a Shiva Persona to still be the classic and traditional design (refer to SMT/Persona design and definitely again to the Smite design; theyre downright correct and accurate to what Shiva looks like). In other words, he'd definitely be more flesh than cybernetic. So yes, he'd still have the basically shirtless muscular warrior look with the tiger pelt/loincloth, the snake around his neck (mod, you can modify this part so it matches up with the Hajime themes and mecha themes if you want, however you want. Just makes sure it's still wrapped around his neck), and etc. That said, I wouldn't mind him wearing awesome metal/cybernetic gauntlets on all four arms.

Side note: Definitely blue skin. This Shiva Persona design for Hajime has to have it no matter what cuz it's goddamn Shiva.

Next, he has Izuru hair. Gotta cram in some Hajime stuff and you can kinda believe Shiva would have such long hair if he untied it.

Next, he has a face mask similar to Izanagi's. Also, he's got the green and red eye color Hajime's got. Straight up fanservice here.

Next, his third eye is going to be one hell of a sci-fi fantasy shit. You ever seen Raiden from Metal Gear Revengeance? You seen how he has that black face mask? Yep, I want this Shiva to have something similar where some mechanical pieces from the side come to together to form the traditional Shiva Third Eye design over his face. And then yes, the design then glows and shoots motherfucking flaming laser beams of death. Look up pictures online of Shiva killing Kama; you'll see what it looks like.

Now for some slight animation changes. For any physical move, I don't want him to still be in his idle/summoned pose of him meditating and levitating when doing it anymore. So now, he starts out the meditating and levitating pose but leaves out of it when doing the lunging stab or slash. The jojo style rapid fire punching is the same with him leaving the pose to do his thing. He only stays in the stance when doing his offensive or support magic spells. The Tandava unique skill is the only exception cuz I need him to start dancing.

(Omfg I just realize I have literally recreated Mecha Shiva. Kill me now.)

I probably forgot some other changes I wanted to say but i think I'm good for now. So yes, these are some details to Hajime's Shiva Persona in my vision. What do you think?

//Cool.

//Like, that's literally all I have to say. That's a cool idea.

//Also, this might be the most obnoxiously long ask anyone has ever sent on this blog, lol.

-Mod

#mod

[sakis-sweets]

ik u've done it before but can u do another aoi x shiromi fic

sorry, got busy the past few days so i didn't have a chance to work on this, but yes i would love to do aoi x shiromi again!!

Shiromi turned a corner on her usual patrol path and was surprised to see her girlfriend. Aoi's job was to patrol the hallways, not the grounds. Was she outside to confront some troublemakers? But she was alone. And pacing. Shiromi quickened her pace, just a little bit, and arrived just as Aoi drew back her first to punch a concrete wall. Shiromi caught her wrist and held it tight. "That's really not the vibe, sweetness."

Aoi gritted her teeth and yanked her arm out of Shiromi's grasp. "Leave me alone."

"Is that any way to talk to your treasurer? Let alone your girlfriend."

"It's because you're my girlfriend that you should get lost."

Shiromi's face wrinkled in confusion. "Wanna give me the low-down on that one?"

"Shiromi, I can't fucking talk right now, so just go away." Aoi sighed. "I'll... tell you about it later, okay? Just let me be alone for a bit. And don't tell anyone about this; especially Akane."

Shiromi created a mental image of Akane hovering and fussing around a fuming Aoi and decided that she was right to want Akane out of the loop. "I accept your terms," Shiromi relented, "But you should get it together before someone else notices. Preferably without punching a wall. And you're going someplace with me after school."

"Fine," Aoi grumbled. She trudged towards the zen garden. Shiromi was glad to see her open to trying some of the meditation techniques that Megami had shown her, at least. Shiromi whipped out her phone to make some arrangements.

The rest of the day passed mostly uneventfully, except for the awkward tension among the student council. The rumors circulating Megami had almost definitely cost her the election at this point; at this rate, her father might even retaliate. Megami acted strong and pretended that the rumors didn't bother her, but Aoi couldn't look away from her, right up until they left school.

Aoi met Shiromi at the shoe lockers where she was waiting. "I'm here," she said. "Go ahead and drag me away."

"You make me sound like a police officer," Shiromi said with a dark laugh. "Would that kind of roleplay make you happy?"

"Shut up," Aoi said with a groan. "Sorry, but I'm not in the mood for your jokes right now."

"I know," Shiromi replied. "That's why you're coming with me." The two of them walked down the hill to the street where Shiromi's driver was waiting. "Take us to the address I sent you earlier," she casually ordered. The driver nodded his head and opened the door for Shiromi and her girlfriend before climbing into the car himself. The two didn't say a word to each other for the duration of the journey, but Shiromi never let go of Aoi's hand. Shiromi would let Aoi talk when she was ready, but their destination would hopefully speed up the process.

When they arrived, Aoi stared at the floor, not even realizing where Shiromi's driver had dropped them off until they were inside and she saw uneven and unpolished wood planks beneath her feet. Aoi looked around and saw herself to be in what appeared to be a waiting room, if warehouses had waiting rooms. "Hello!" Shiromi said cheerfully to the man behind the desk. "Toriyasu, reservation for two."

The man picked up a tablet and scrolled through it. "Yep, gotcha right here. Follow me please." Aoi blinked in bewilderment. Where the hell had Shiromi taken her?

The two of them were led to a room containing full body-suits, protective hats, gloves, and face shields. The employee handed them both clipboards. "After you sign this waiver, put on the protective gear, and lock up your belongings including phones, you'll be ready to start."

Aoi raised an eyebrow at Shiromi, who clicked her tongue. "Chill out, I had my lawyer vet it today. Just your average disclosure agreement." Her suspicions only somewhat cleared, Aoi signed the waiver and put on the protective gear as instructed. Once they were ready, the man led them both down a hallway into a mid-sized room where another employee was waiting, also decked out in full protective gear. The room was littered with glass cups and plates, electronic devices, and some rickety furniture. Lined up against the wall were several baseball bats and sledgehammers.

"You have one hour, thirty small items, twenty medium items, and ten large items. The supervisor has final say over what happens in this room. Please do not swing bats or hammers at each other, the supervisor, or the walls, floor, ceiling, door, lights, and windows. Do not throw items at each other or the supervisor. Do not take off your shoes or protective gear while inside the room. Bathrooms are to the right; look for the green door." The man left, closing the door behind him.

Aoi turned to Shiromi. "You wanna explain what the hell is going on yet?"

"It's a rage room, dumbass! You get to destroy stuff! Go on, try it!"

Aoi was stunned. "A what?"

"Oh, come on," Shiromi groaned. Grabbing a bat, she swung down hard on a mechanical keyboard. The keys went flying in every direction. "Like this! It's okay to break it!" Here, try this." Shiromi lifted a CRT television and dumped it into Aoi's arms. "Throw it!" she urged.

Aoi looked back and forth between Shiromi and the supervisor, who raised no objections. "Uh..." Raising the TV as high as she could, Aoi threw it to the ground, where it shattered into pieces.

"Hell yeah!" Shiromi cheered. "That's it!" A devilish grin slowly stretched across Aoi's lips, her eyes searching for the next thing to break. One of the sledgehammers caught her eye, and it might as well have been love at first sight.

One hour and lots of broken glass and electronics later, the man returned to fetch the couple from the room and escort them back to the changing area and waiting room. The entire way, Aoi ranted and raved about the experience. "Do you remember how that printer just crumbled? And how the vase practically exploded?!"

"I knew you were strong," Shiromi nearly shouted, "But you're way stronger than I thought! You wielded that sledgehammer like it was nothing! I almost feel sorry for that desk!"

"You should feel sorry for it! I beat that shit down to hell!"

The two girls laughed as they climbed into Shiromi's car, which was waiting for them near the building. The driver started off towards Aoi's estate, and before long, the girls' laughter had quelled. Shiromi reached for a button, causing a sound-proof privacy shade to close them off from the driver's ears. "Are you ready to talk now?" she asked.

Aoi sighed. "Yeah... yeah, I think I am."

"What happened this morning?"

"Some assholes were talking about Megami like she was filth. I practically saw red. I was about to beat their faces in, but I'd get kicked off the council so fast, and just... she needs me right now, but...!" Aoi's hands clenched into fists and unclenched repeatedly as she stared down at them. "I... can't do anything to help her. I can't salvage her reputation and I can't reassure her because fucking everything is on the line here. Shiromi, she acts so strong, but she's under so much pressure to be perfect all the time. And this?" Aoi cursed under her breath and turned to look at her girlfriend, desperation weighing her eyes down. "I have this horrible feeling that something really bad is about to happen. I don't know what, but I think she's gonna do something drastic. And I'm just... completely powerless to stop it."

Shiromi listened with a straight face until Aoi was done. She moved into the middle seat and wrapped her arm around Aoi's shoulder, pulling her close. "The week is almost over," she said. "We'll see what happens and we'll get through it. No matter what."

Aoi said nothing, letting her eyes droop closed. After a long silence, she finally whispered her reply. "Thank you."

Shiromi kissed the top of Aoi's head and held her until they arrived at Aoi's home. Aoi moved to climb out of the car until Shiromi pinched her sleeve. "Text me, okay?"

Aoi scoffed. "Only if you want me to take five minutes to text back. I'll just call you."

Shiromi smiled. "Sounds good to me. See you tomorrow, then."

"Bye." Aoi leaned down to peck Shiromi's lips before finally exiting the car and closing the door. Shiromi ruminated on the situation as her driver began to take her home. She was glad to have helped Aoi feel better, but her concerns weren't unfounded. Shiromi had also recently been feeling that this scandal would not end without bloodshed, which only made it more important that they find the person Megami had been so cautious of all this time. She still wouldn't tell the council members who it was exactly, but Shiromi knew that they just had to be the cause of all of this. For Megami and Aoi's sakes, she had to hunt them down. Even if it meant resorting to unorthodox methods. Even if she got expelled. Compared to the consequences of inaction, it wouldn't be so bad.

Besides, if it was for Aoi, Shiromi would do anything.

#yandere simulator #yansim #aoi ryugoku #shiromi #aoiromi #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #man i do love me some angst :) #sluuuuuuuuuuuuuuurp that drama up #i love choosing something for ayano to be doing in the background that shapes whatever's happening in the oneshot too #i was thinking about megami's suicide and how she might jump off a skyscraper to symbolize a fall from grace/heaven #is that the same thing? idk #anyway also been thinking bout rage rooms lately. really wanna try one. im not angry just think it would be cool to break stuff.

[retro-rezz-the-est]

fuck it, gonna post a slight rant below about last night bc some of y'all need to get over yourselves and stop being so damn annoying. convo is between me (bolded text) and @roofgeese (italics).

read it if you want, get mad if you want. at this point, idc anymore i just had to get stuff off my chest:

WAIT LIV BEAT RONDA AND IS CHAMP NOW?????

WHAT

Yep

Liv won the womens MITB and cashed it in on roomba and won

I'm so happy ;-;

Literally it was the highlight of the night for me

Both of Liv’s moments and the SP/Usos match

the men’s MITB however…..

questionable at best

who won? was it theory

Yep

retro-rezz-the-est sent a post "adding onto @dalekofchaos's ask: theory got added into the MITB match at the last minute (i.e. right before it began) by pearce..."

He got added as a surprise eighth entry right before the match started and won

Which doesn’t make sense to me at all mainly because you had to win a qualifying match to even be in money in the bank and this boy lost the US title – his US title – at the start of the show

And that kind of takes away from everyone else who had to qualify for the match in the first place

that smells like a Vince decision. isn't he super big on Theory for some reason

And my question is why did they have him when it in the first place?

It makes no sense story wise

Because at the end of the day he’s either going to be cashing in on Roman – who he is definitely not beating, absolutely not – or he’s cashing in on Brock – who is also not beating, no chance in hell is that happening

yeah that doesn't make any damn sense

I heard some rumors that he was going to be facing Cena at SummerSlam for the briefcase because theory in Cena we’re going back-and-forth when Cena came back for his anniversary celebration and because Cena failed his only money in the bank cash in but it still doesn’t make sense

If the plan was theory versus Cena, why not have theory win at money in the bank and retain his US title and then face Cena for the US title at SummerSlam?

that would make so much more sense, but WWE is...illogical at best lol

That would make infinitely more sense than having theory lose and then win the money in the bank case because the US title is one of the titles that synonymous with Cena and his career

I’m not mad at the fact that they’re pushing younger talent. Both Liv and theory are incredibly talented wrestlers and they deserve the push

I’m just confused as to why theory, out of all the people who you could’ve possibly put in as a surprise entry into the match, was chosen

Because it makes no sense no matter how you look at it

yeah it's bizarre. The only thing I can think of is Vince, even though he's not super involved at the moment

And that kind of just makes all the qualifying matches for the men’s match mean nothing in a way, because this random surprise entrance that no one knew about until literally right before the match began won the match

And if you’re going to have a surprise eighth entry into money in the bank, at least make it someone interesting that no one would expect

agreed

Theory literally lost his title at the top of the card

That should literally make him one of the least qualified people to be in money in the bank because he fumbled his own bag

100%

Like I’m still trying to wrap my head around this

The circles that you have to run in order to make this seem actually plausible and like a good idea is wild

And there are people on here that are just getting pissy that people are upset about theory winning because “oh you just don’t like theory, oh you just hate the fact that he’s been accused of all this stuff, oh you just hate that he’s not the guy that you want pushed” and that’s not the case

People are upset because every single one of the men in the money and the make match had to qualify for money in the bank

And there was no talk of a surprise entrant into money in the bank

If they said that there is going to be a surprise eighth entry from the jump, then we wouldn’t have been so surprised

Of course people were going to be angry no matter who it was, but that’s not the point

The point is Siri lost his match, he lost his title, he shouldn’t have been in the match in the first place

*Theory

That’s why people are mad, that’s why people are upset

They’re not mad because they’re pushing younger talent, they’re not mad because of some BS allegations, they’re not mad about any of that

Yeah, sometimes disliking something doesn't have to do with the person's history, just TERRIBLE illogical booking

They’re mad because it literally makes negative sense that he won the match

Because who is he going to cash it in on, Roman? Brock? Heaven for bid, Dwayne?

Because he’s going to lose and he’s going to lose spectacularly and it’s going to make him winning money in the bank almost a waste of time and effort

Winning the money in the bank contract is supposed to elevate your career and it’s supposed to have you make a mark on history as a potential champion, as a potential world heavyweight champion

But looking at the lineup now for who is potentially going to be facing, it’s going to be an embarrassment when he feels his cash in because we all know that’s what’s going to happen

Hell, even riddle qualified to be in money in the bank rightfully and I don’t even fucking like him

Summerslam is in one month and no matter who wins that last man standing match between Roman and Brock, if theory cash in on either of them then he’s going to get his ass turned into literal grass

And if he waits a bit of time until wrestlemania next April, then he’s going to potentially be facing either Roman or the rock

And he will get his ass turned into literal field mulch there as well

So much so that all of his stans on here are going to act like this was planned from the jump when I bet you that him being entered into money in the bank in the first place and him winning the match in the first place was decided like minutes before the match began

Also if you’re going to have a surprise entrance into money in the bank, why not pull up one of the guys from NXT?

Bron, Carmelo, Grimes, Solo, Trick, Gacy, D’Angelo, Santos….

He will get destroyed. that twink will get obliterated. and oh 100%. they were probably like yeah go for it Thoery why not

The list goes on and on and on and on

That would’ve been an amazing thing to do because the interactions between the main roster guys in the NXT guys so far have been relatively great

All of the matches that have been going on between both sides have been awesome and it would be such a great thing to see one of the guys break out into the main roster and their first opportunity is a chance at the title

It would have been so damn interesting to see Braun in money in the bank because he is extremely over and has had some great matches on war against Ziggler and Roode and Ciampa already

*Bron

But at the end of the day, at least riddle didn’t win and that’s all I’m happy about

lol

(end scene)

#i'm not even that mad tbh #i'm just annoyed bc it makes no sense #money in the bank 2022 #wwe mitb #wwe mitb 2022 #mitb 2022 #wwe money in the bank

[the-firebird69]

It is a matter of time before something would happen here is no longer our attitude change that to occur this is the longest Gold room I've ever seen them do and I sent it stuck in it and they're freaking nuts.

-and there are some things that are coming this way shortly and they are pretty big and constitute a change in what's happening it is going on people are looking at things like this Harvard stuff the castle stuff and they're figuring it out and they're beating on it and the whole family is getting beat on they keep saying it too who are the people getting beat on oh okay you're related here and it's true so trying to do stuff mike tew has been trying for some time now and it is going on that he has several ideas others have more and there are a few ideas that are kind of jelly one of the social security they're all seemingly getting taken off it and they think it gets put on it definitely that they will start getting paid in other words they're trying to extort our son with it and say you won't get paid at all and won't pay this so if they pay it they think they can get paid which is probably true because they'll just say we'll take it back. And some do get that yes.

And it does have a effect on hours and we do know what it is

There are a few other things a lot of talk about cars and motorcycles apartments and bikes and everybody wants a new one and nobody's getting one here and a lot of places aren't and these guys are sick of it they're making a lot of them but they're going all over and if he gets one will demand one and all we have our e-bikes and they suck.

Now the third item they are seeing that they're getting relieved of command all over the world from important posts our son has no reason to object they're not doing any job at all they really aren't except their minimum and it seems like they wish that he would go into a prison to be tortured which is probably not very good and that's what the attitude seems like and sounds like looks like and even if it is they want to try and cover it up some of them others just want to work around fat as hell. There are a few more but those are the major ones and they seem to be saying it only about 20% of leadership but 80% of the kernel level and it will go up there eventually they complain enough point out enough things and show that in the past it's a verifiable pattern and that the results are clear yep there's something much more potent coming down the pike.

Cuz they were taking over all sorts of businesses and making them work they're not doing any work and they're not going to work and here or they're getting laid off by the pseudo empire and they're saying we don't want to get laid off and we want to do jobs now and they're getting their stuff together they can't seem to do it here and so they want him to at least have fun enough to have a decent lifestyle better than it was in California and stuff in here where you can go buy things and go to events and get them going right now they're not doing anything except complaining talking about all this bad stuff and not being able to do anything it's paralyzed themselves they realize it was their plan and they're slowing down on blaming Trump they don't want him to be in office it is going to be a contest but our son thinks it will probably be Utah and we do think that's probably true the max would have the decision for the most part and they're thinking right now is not very good I'm trying to still at store and they will continue to they were thinking about having him be mobile or her son says I won't be able to do that on 40 Grand can't even move to an apartment on 40 Grand and it's true cuz they're used to he's used to them dumping him on his head he moved over to the apartment and they shut it down try very hard to and be a huge pain in the ass they wanted to use up the money cuz they're cheap as hell they're a major problem and more like are slowly seeing it so some changes a lot of time and it's depressing but at least it's something some days something is going to go through and people will see but it may take a while

Thor Freya

Olympus

Now they're little girls harassing him okay so we can't tell what that is I will tell you the way things are going they're probably not going to get a damn thing ever they don't seem to have the gumption or even understanding and even ken is just saying I'll roll over him and he's a boob he doesn't know anything. You don't have any size can and you're losing your stuff what little you had you can't see where we are what we be doing now he does it's ridiculous the attitudes ridiculous you're going to be a master kidnapper yeah that turned out to be wrong.

I don't want to hear this s*** out of you anymore Ken or others and stop talking like little baby or slap them up and lawsuit on you I don't even know that means I mean this is ridiculous you guys think you're in a foreign country or off planet or not whoever's in control right pseudo empire was the worst idea you ever had and others

I see hopeful things happening Utah is one of them and that's tomorrow morning and people are excited about it other stuff is happening has been worked on by people for a long time but it's not rolling ahead social security is one that's just completely stagnated and the lady in there is just not going to do it ever and Max stopped pushing it to and they noticed they're really detrimental and the trumps don't feel like doing it at all and Terry cheesman wants to fire them all they just are sticks in the mud and there's tons of mud and there's tons of sticks and it doesn't do anything. So Utah is actually a lawsuit against Park City because they were taking the assets of Ernie from the will and the will get moved over there by Dolores and it didn't work. But she brought it with her and didn't work he said because she passed away

Hera