#she needed to pay back bruno

[agroteraa]

Calling All My Lovelies

Felix Catton x f!Reader

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Summary: AU where Saltburn's ending never happened. Felix lived happily up to 2017 (and on), where he happened to meet you. Meaning he is around 29-30 here.

Featuring the song "Calling All My Lovelies" by Bruno Mars

Also mentioning songs like "24K Magic" and "Too Good to Say Goodbye" by Bruno Mars, you can listen to them or even the whole "24K Magic" album for the right mood and atmosphere ❤️

Tags: fluffy angst, AU.

Warnings: mentions of sex, kinda?cheating, relationship misconception.

Word Count: 2,7K

Felix's London apartment was luxurious. Of course, it wasn't Saltburn, but there was a lot to see and be impressed by here too. Especially the view of the Thames, which was strewn on both sides with many lights of the most beautiful sights of the UK capital. Felix and all his guests found the lights especially bright in winter, as on this late February evening.

Especially the girls. Each of those whom he brought here stopped in awe at the huge panoramic windows and looked at the views almost from the height of the flight of a city bird. If before that they had somehow not been one hundred percent fascinated by Felix and his lifestyle, then this luxurious apartment was always the final charming argument.

Y/N was no exception.

When he brought you to his place after a fun evening full of alcohol, it seems that you looked at the views of the city more closely than anyone else and even managed to point out to him some new places from afar, which he did not pay much attention to or did not know what exactly these places were.

Felix smiled warmly - he would love to admire the view of the city with you, preferably standing in an embrace. But then he wasn't interested much of it back then, rather in something else. When he returned from the kitchen with a bottle of expensive alcohol and two glasses, you barely had time to taste the drink, as you merged again in a passionate kiss, which flowed into an even more passionate night. One of the best for both of you, and oh how he would like to repeat it.

But you weren't here right now.

There was no one but Felix himself, this evening was also full of alcohol, but there was little fun in it.

And all because you misunderstood each other. Very much.

When he brought you to his house from the club that day, he didn't think that you would take it all so seriously. Kate didn't take it in. Therefore, from her friend (or whoever you were to her, or maybe you didn't communicate that close? After all, if Felix had to think about it, it was the first time he saw you there with her…) he expected the same understanding.

You had a great time at the club, and then a night at Felix's apartment. Then you started to chat online a lot, went for a brunch and for a walk in the park, where you talked for a long, long time, cheerfully chatting about everything in the world. Well, except for discussing relationships. Then another night together, no less, if not more wonderful than that the previous one. Then another brunch. And after that… You had a lot of work and things to do, while Felix had a lot of free time and his own needs.

When you found out from Kate that he had slept with a couple of girls during that time (not with Kate herself, though they stopped sleeping not so long ago), you were crushed.

And she just shrugged her shoulders and said that you should have known or guessed that Felix lives in a free relationship mode.

You didn't know. Or you didn't want to know. And the main thing was that you thought that something special was going on between the two of you, you saw it in Felix's eyes, felt the distinct warmth of his touch and a certain special thrill overall. The way you talked to each other. It wasn't just sex or an empty mindless flirt, even if the beginning of your relationship was very fast and passionate. It was all felt even after two nights and many days, evenings and nights of mutual texting and calls.

Anyway, you didn't discuss otherwise. That was the whole point. And so, when, after things suddenly got clear, you received another usual message from Felix, you ignored it for a long time, unable to respond, being numb with pain, indignation and shame. You still was processing it and didn't believe to the end (that it would happened or that you were such a fool, you weren't sure yourself, probably both). Then, after a few more of his messages, you somehow pulled yourself together and answered all of them at once, quite briefly and dryly.

After some dialogue in this manner, Felix realized that there was clearly something wrong. He started asking what was the matter, to which you answered him:

You didn't answer. Felix called. So, roughly in ten minutes of a phone conversation, you found out in raised tones that he "doesn't owe you anything nor didn't promise anything" that you "are fine as you are now, why complicate everything" and that "please, let's keep seeing each other, it doesn't mean anything special" was a real argument to him.

"As if you don't know yourself."

"Explain?"

"I don't want to, I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now. If ever at all."

"???"

You shouted into the phone "No, if you don't want to complicate things, then I do, I'm sorry! More precisely, I wanted to. I thought we were serious.… Maybe... it seemed all... special. That's it, look, I... I don't want to talk any longer. And don't call me anymore, okay?"

And so, one day had passed, then two and three. And now the fourth day was already ending, turning into the fifth. You really didn't pick up the phone anymore and didn't respond to his messages, which were getting fewer and fewer every day.

But Felix had more and more thoughts in his head instead. He has almost passed all the stages of acceptance these days:

denial - "no, it's nothing, she's going to be mad a bit and come back to me";

anger - "not coming back? Well, fuck her!";

bargaining - "please, Y/N, answer my messages already...";

depression - "have I really lost touch with her forever?..".

Except for the acceptance itself, of course. And besides the fact that he was returning to all these stages randomly from time to time.

He really did not understand, he was not used to the fact that a girl could take a relationship with him that seriously, especially so immediately. Okay, these infatuations at school and even sometimes at university, when people fell head over heels in love with him, romanticizing him without really knowing him, but now? In the adult world, when everyone should understand the "rules of the game" and that no one seriously owes anyone anything until it is discussed. That was how Felix thought about it. And that was why it was so strange to him that it could hurt you so deeply.

He contemplated about it all the time and, to tell the truth, it even began to flatter him that someone could fall in love with him so much and take him that serious from the start. If he got everything correctly. Yes, at first it surprised him, then it worried him, then it flattered him, and after that... something inside him began to hurt unpleasantly?

He wasn't lying back then. These girl didn't mean a lot to him. But did this mean that Y/N did?..

His heart and mind began to fill with deep, complex feelings that he had not experienced for a long time and, to be honest, had not realized properly and processed in an adult way, being almost-thirty.

And Felix got scared. He was genuinely scared, that was why, first of all, he was pouring alcohol into himself all evening, inhaling lots of smoke as well.

And right now, he decided to brighten up his company not only with wine, champagne and cigarettes, but also with music. He chose Bruno Mars, whose new album he has listened to quite often since its release. Fancy stereo speakers filled his apartment with the loud sounds of "24K Magic".

Felix danced to the rhythm of the songs, sipping wine straight from the bottle. Now he tried to imagine that he was having fun in a club, and not alone in a dark empty apartment, and he almost succeeded in that.

That way Felix Catton decently lifted his mood along with the level of alcohol intoxication.

He skipped the song "Versace on the Floor" because he wasn't in the mood for slow romantic songs. But when "Calling All My Lovelies" started playing a little later, Felix was unable to switch it either.

He leaned back in one of the chairs, frowning and very intently listening through a decently tipsy consciousness to the lines of the song that had begun.

I got too many girls on hold for you to be so bold

Too many on my team for you to act so mean

"Oh, yeah. Exactly so," Felix thought.

You say you wanna go and have fun, well, you ain't the only one

If I ring, don't let it ring too long or I'm gone

"That's bloody right," he said aloud and nodded slightly several times, taking another sip of wine from the neck of the bottle.

I got Alicia waitin', Aisha waitin'

All the -eeshas waitin' on me

And also Stacey, Tracey, Macey, Lacey… Had he mentioned Tracey already? In general, all sorts of -aceys were waiting for him too, and not only them.

So why you contemplatin'? Playa hatin'?

If this is how it's gonna be

I'm callin' all my lovelies (Callin' all my lovelies)

'Cause I can't get a hold of you

At these words, Felix gripped the bottle so tightly that it almost broke under the force of his fingers squeezing it. It was definitely unpleasant for him to hear from Bruno Mars things that Felix was afraid to admit even to himself. He shook his head, closing his eyes. No, that was bullshit.

Since you ain't thinkin' of me (Since you ain't thinkin' of me)

Oh, look what you're makin' me do

Sharp breath. Closed eyes. Exhale.

Honey pie, I'm far too fly to be on standby

Sendin' me straight to voicemail, suga, what the hell? (What the hell?)

That was right! What the hell was all that? You ignored him too! How long had he been texting you and even calling you? Was that fair? Why should he run after you? He shouldn't.

Ooh, you ought to be ashamed, playin' these childish games

I don't get down like that, tell me where you're at, hit me back

Yes. Come and tell him that to his face. Oh, how he wanted you to be right in front of him now. Or didn't want to. No, he actually did. And not only to talk, getting things clear, but also to repeat the night like these… His imagination had already begun to draw pictures of how he would kiss you, undress you... and then… Your sensual moans echoed in his head. He almost felt your skin with his elictrified fingertips. And after that... no, no, stop.

Mmm, I got Alicia waitin', Aisha waitin'

All the -eeshas waitin' on me

"That's it, Bruno, you understand me, buddy! Felix mentally raised a bottle of wine as a toast and drank another sip to "them boys", to "free spirits".

So why you contemplatin'? Playa hatin'?

If this is how it's gonna be

He could have called any of the girls he mentally had listed. And everyone would come to him immediately or at least as soon as possible, doing everything Felix would have wished. Ha. How do you like that, Y/N?

But for some reason he didn't want to text to any of them, much less call them.

The only voice he wanted to hear right now was yours.

I'm callin' all my lovelies (Callin' all my lovelies)

'Cause I can't get a hold of you

Since you ain't thinkin' of me (Since you ain't thinkin' of me)

Oh, look what you're makin' me do

For the second time, he couldn't stand listening to these words. Abruptly and carelessly putting the bottle on the glass table and staggering decently, Felix wandered off to get his phone. It was time to call his not-even-ex-not-girlfriend. Catton-Jr. seemed to be listening to the dial tone more on purpose, just not to listen too closely to the words of the song that went on:

Pick up the phone, pick up the phone

'Cause all this lovin' needs a home, oh, yeah

Oh, no, look at what you started, baby

Now, I'm left here brokenhearted, baby

"Pick up the phone, yes, pick up the phone, come on," he repeated, tapping his foot. The phone dropped the call after a short time, and the guy dialed for the second, then the third time and…

There's a pain in my chest, I cannot explain

I told myself I wasn't gon' cry (Oh, not gonna cry, no, no)

But somebody's gotta come dry these eyes 'cause (Dry these, ah, 'cause)

The dial tone beeps continued. Felix studied London at night under their measured rhythm. His favorite activity was to peer at passing boats and ships of various sizes, models and speed, as well as trying to count their number. He often got distracted, but still loved it.

So, he didn't notice that the beeps from the real phone had flowed into the beeps from the song. In "Calling All My Lovelies" Bruno's imaginary crush was a famous actress. Her voice "responded" in lively yet sensual tone:

Hi, you've reached Halle Berry. Sorry I can't get to the phone right now

But if you leave your name and number, I'll get right back to you *mwah*

Damn... (Bruno Mars' voice hissed back with increasing echoes and annoyance).

At this point, Felix himself clenched his teeth and threw the phone on the floor out of anger. Fortunately, the carpet was soft enough to survive the fury of its owner and continue to function in case you suddenly wanted to respond.

I'm callin', callin', callin', callin' all my lovelies

'Cause I can't get a hold of you

Oh, since you ain't thinkin' of me (Since you ain't thinkin' of me, baby)

Look what you're makin' me do

Felix almost whimpered at the realization of what a fool he had been and what a stupid situation he was in right now. Where he led himself. Why couldn't you two just talk? Why couldn't he just tell it all at once, from the start? Maybe it would have been different otherwise now. Resting his forehead against the big window, he felt its pleasant coolness, but it could not cool down his burning resentment inside. Most of all, he did not like it when the blame for the current situation could not be shifted to anyone or anything else, and this pained him incredibly right now.

Pick up the phone, pick up the phone

'Cause all this lovin' needs a home, oh

He collapsed into a chair near the window, clutching its handles tightly and stretching his long legs. If only he would…

Felix inhaled and exhaled noisily, throwing his head back and taking a pack of cigarettes along with a lighter out of his shirt pocket. The fingers did not obey a little, as the hands of their owner were shaking slightly from nerves and alcohol intoxication. He growled slightly in irritation. When the guy was finally able to light a cigarette, he took a long drag on it.

Now he wasn't in the mood for energetic and carefree songs. He skipped "Finesse".

That was how the last song from the album started playing - "Too Good to Say Goodbye":

I've made mistakes

I could have treated you better

I let you get away

There goes my happily ever after

Tell me why, why can't we try and start again?

This can't be how our story ends…

Oh, please…

He really did miss you.

And he was not right.

He wanted to win you and your trust over again. He finally admitted it with all his heart to himself. He would try. Really.

If only you could…

The phone, thrown on the fluffy carpet, suddenly came to life and started vibrating.

Releasing all the smoke from his lungs, which Felix had inhaled, at once, he abruptly bent down to the carpet.

Your name appeared on the phone screen, gleaming brightly in the darkness.

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hello, hello! here are my nct recs of august! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

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↳ was Mark Lee’s new haircut really the drop that would tip the glass over and make you spill how you really feel about him?… Well, the haircut and also the alcohol.

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↳ Prompt: 17 “Please help me pick out an outfit.”

Listen To Me || @daydreamingyuta💕✅

↳ Prompts: #1 “I couldn’t be more in love with you.” and #11 “It’s two in the morning, why are you here?”

Live A Little || @writemekpop💕✅

↳ You knew that a holiday with your best friend Ten would be wild… you just didn’t expect to fall in love with him.

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↳ Anon Req: have you seen the tiktok of a girl who made her boyfriend a little sprout to put on his gaming headset ??? its so cute and reminded me of hyuck 🤏🏻

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↳ Your boyfriend Donghyuck is a massive Bruno Mar’s fan, so you bought two concert tickets.

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Love On Me || @neocitybooty🔞✅

↳ You have to choose between fulfilling the needs of your lovable boyfriend or finishing your work for the day. 

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↳ Your sweet loving boyfriend is always by your side during your bad days. What if one day, he can't be there for one of your worst?

Your Red Lipstick || @ihaechans💕✅

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↳ “sorry can’t hangout w you this month, haven’t gotten paid yet!!!”

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ dating miles morales 42 (hc's)

pairing: miles morales!42 x reader

warning/s: creepy men, harassment(?), cursing, BAD spanish (im so sorry yall idk how to speak spanish😭😭)

it’s actually fluff no angst i swear (maybe a little..)

a/n: guys… i’ve fallen for miles morales 42 it’s an obsesssion i SWEARR and also does anyone think that miles reminds me of bruno mars music or is it me-?!-)/

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okayokay

this boy is not open to heavy pda

like a small waist grab and a shoulder touch here and there

but he is SO touchy when you guys aren’t in public

like he will not keep his hands off of you

if his body isn’t touching you somehow

what is he doing then??

bro will NOT let you pay for ur own shit

like u already can afford it but miles is like

"nah imma pay for it, anything for mi amor"

literally if u buy something w ur own money

he would get pissed like

"if ur payin for ur own shit wtf am i gonna do w my money mi vida?"

it was one time btw and u secretly bought a shirt w ur savings

hes not jealous when other boys talk to u

cuz he be eyeing them from far and letting them know that he was yours

but like if they go too far like touching you in the wrong places and flirt w you

this man is ready to beat the FUCK outta someone

like one time

you were walking back home alone

some man just pinned you on the wall

"aint you a pretty thing?" the creepy man started to breathe down ur neck

u start to panic and like be on the verge of tears

but then u hear like a "whoosh" and the man is on the ground

like knocked out

it was the prowler, or your miles

"are you okay cariño?" his mask unfolds and he checks your body for any wounds

he vowed never to let you walk home alone after that day

he loves to give you cute nicknames

such as

"cariño" "corazón" "mi vida" "mi amor" gets you weak in the KNEES

his mom loves you so much

she would always drag you out of miles's touch and would talk to you for HOURS

you loved it and couldn't complain tbh

he is such a bruno mars fanatic (argue w the wall if u think im wrong)

like when u visit him, you open his door and always somehow Finesse by Bruno Mars or Versace on the floor is playing

(he dedicates those songs 2 u)

ever since his dad died

he never opened up and was closed in his own ball

but until he met you

sometimes he'd open your window in the middle of the night

and he would hug you tightly and you didn't say anything because

you know he's grieving and the only thing he needs right now

is your presence

© hearts4hobie.

do not steal, translate, and rewrite without permission.

(part 2?)

#fluff #angst #hearts4hobie #across the spider verse #miles morales 42 #miles morales 42 x reader #miles morales 42 hcs #headcanon #I LOVE HIM I SWEAR #astv #astv x reader #miles my beloved #miles fluff #ILY

[redvelvettel]

who needs stars, we've got a roof. ☆cl16

masterlist

author's note. finally writing something after like a month, had this unbearable burst of motivation. this one is heavily inspired by nothing by bruno major. listen to it while reading this if you want the full experience:)

as always, come over to talk, give feedback, give opinions, ask requests, or anything at all. asks are always open. ♡♡♡

warnings: fluff, angst. lowercase intended.

summary: moments with his girlfriend that altered Charles Leclerc's brain chemistry

charles leclerc wasn't exactly a man who knew his way with words. he might not have perfect answers for every question he was asked, but he could tell you one thing. if anyone were to ask what his favorite thing to do, ever, was, he would tell you that it was doing nothing with his girl.

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she kept tossing and turning in the bed, not caring enough that it might wake up the man beside her. she couldn't care less that he was tired, that he had just returned home a few hours prior after a double header, and that he was a light sleeper. the windows were open to let the summer breeze in, and her skin was starting to itch. he was starting to wake.

he eventually turns to face her, having had enough of her whines. 'what is it' he tried to sound irritated, but he wasn't fooling anyone. he could never be annoyed, not with her. 'i want ice cream' he sighed, getting up and walking into the kitchen to fetch her some. he comes back in a minute, pointing an accusatory finger at her. 'you' he moves to sit on the bed, just as she gets up, leaning her weight on her elbows. 'you had all the ice cream we had-' 'i can explain-'.

they both sit across each other in a small ice cream shop 20 minutes later. she thanks whatever god there is that this store was somehow open at this unconventional time, and that too in some alley away from the streets that she was sure were still busy and, oh so noisy.

she feels giddy, like a kid in a candy store. which, she suppose she was. charles watches her with a smile on his face, in a sweater she will be sure to rip off him the minute they get back home. he hasn't had a single bite of the strawberry ice cream she had ordered for him, too busy watching her.

she somehow manages to get her own strawberry ice cream on her nose, and charles doesnt even realise what he's doing until she looks up at him as he wipes the ice cream off her nose with his thumb, and licks it. he reaches his body over the small table a minute later, and kisses her. he then leans back in his chair, and finally starts eating his ice cream, after being threatened by his girlfriend.

charles steals glances at her and tries not to get caught, like he was a school boy trying to look at his crush without making it too obvious that he was staring. he tries to commit this frame to his memory, almost like he was never going to experience it again. he pays for two chocolate ice creams to go, and holds out the door as he lets her settle into the passenger seat of his car before placing the bag in her lap.

charles wasn't a relegious person by any means, no, so he thanks the universe instead, for keeping the ice cream shop open. he likes to think that it was something more than a coincidence.

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charles likes to act like he hates the notebook, which wasn't entirely false. he doesn't hate watching it with his girlfriend, but he hates how many times she has made him watch that one single godforsaken movie.

he grumbles into her shoulder, complaining for the 100th time that evening. they had been too lazy to put on decent clothes and go out to eat, so take out and movie night it was. the notebook plays on the tv, and boxes of chinese takeout lay on the coffee table as charles' lays his body on top of his girlfriend's on the couch.

'charles, if i hear you say anything one more time so help me god i will throw you out of the window'. he laughs at this, amused as he imagines how the scene would actually play out. she shushes him, and keeps her palm flat against his lips, and it stays there until he gets bored again and starts licking it.

it's her turn to be amused when she hears him wiping his nose with a hand kerchief just as the movie comes to an end. she takes out her phone, and takes what feels like a hundred photos of him crying to the movie he supposedly hates.

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they're both panting, their legs tangled together, both laying on their backs to the mattress, with a thin layer of sweat covering their bodies. she says they should really get up and shower, or they'll be too hot to get any actual sleep. 'in a minute', he says.

he turns to look at her, and she keeps staring at the ceiling. he feels like he could cry when she looks up at him with hooded eyes. he tells her how much he loves her, with infant tears adorning his eyes. she pulls the bedsheet over their bodies, and leans closer to bite at his bottom lip.

he pulls her closer and she eventually ends up on top of him, her chin on his chest and looking up at him with those eyes again. no words could ever convey what they feel for eachother, and they stay in a heap on the bed, too tired to do anything else.

he tells her how much he adores her and how she was the love of his life, 4 more times before she falls asleep on his chest. charles always makes sure to leave no words unsaid. he always says enough for the both of them.

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charles holds his heart on his sleeve as he tries not to freak out, his fiance far too drunk to be dancing on a table the way she was, on a fucking yacht nonetheless. he hovers around the table, ready to catch her when she inevitably falls.

what was supposed to be a small dinner with some friends on his yatch, had somehow turned into an overnight party, thanks to pierre being pierre. she had originally not wanted to attend the party at all, feigning tiredness. charles wondered where it had gone, the minute she saw pierre and his girlfriend.

she falls over the edge of the table, red wine splattering all over the floor of charles' yacht. her upper body suffers no impact, unlike her legs and thighs, charles having caught her in time. he later rubs her legs with muscle spray on their bed back home, her being too gone to register the act.

she wakes up with no pain body pains, and charles doesn't mention her hurting herself ever again.

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lando makes them play mario kart, wanting to finally defeat charles after losing brutally every single time he's played with the monegasque. they're on the couch, shouting like teenage boys when she gets home with grocery bags almost falling out of her hands in their hallway.

she huffs and puffs as she puts them away in assigned cabinets, and she thinks she hears lando crying. finally making her way to the living room with a cup of tea in her hands, she watches lando making mistakes he could've easily avoided, only if he wasn't so stupid.

she tells him exactly that as she snatches the controller from his hands, and he's too shocked to say anything. charles lets out a laugh, and lando doesn't worry much because he knows charles was too good at this game to not win, and patiently waits for his turn to call her stupid.

she leaps up from the couch, and shoves her hands into charles' face, being too smug about her win. lando stares at him, slack mouthed and annoyed that he'd let her win.

there's not many people charles wouldn't mind losing to, and she was always the first on that list.

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he could feel her staring at him from the passenger seat, and she's too tired to feel embarrassed about it. they're in his car returning home from a gala they had to attend, and charles told her one too many times that he would rather be at home, doing nothing with her.

'never leave me, charles.' he waits until they reach a red light, and turns in his seat to properly look at her. she has the softest smile on her lips, her lipstick a little smudged. her freckles stand out from the moonlight, and she looks like she could fall asleep any moment.

charles has to stop himself and admire her, and he thinks she could sprout wings from her back any moment now and he wouldn't be surprised. she was his angel, his precious angel of a girl.

'I couldn't if I tried, you've bewitched me body and soul'. he knows it will make her crazy, that line. he has seen her physically clutching her heart everytime she's somehow reminded of it.

she tells him how happy she is right now, and says that she wouldn't mind if she died right then and there. charles brings her hand to his mouth and places a kiss on the back of her palm in response.

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charles is sure god isn't real now. he's not sure who's to blame. he's not sure where it all went wrong. maybe it's true that nothing lasts forever. she never got to walk down the aisle to him like they dreamed of.

charles says nothing as she leaves the keys on a table beside the door, and he couldn't convince himself to look at her face one last time, as the door closed shut.

charles never seems to find the ice cream shop open when he's wandering through monaco alone, on those sleepless nights. he supposes it's for the best, and he's not entirely sure that he could have a strawberry ice cream in that shop without breaking down. so he sits outside the shop instead, replaying the scene of her across the table from him in his head.

he never loses to anyone at mario kart again, and he doesn't scream with his hands in the air when he wins. he tries not to cry as the notebook plays on the tv, during a movie night with his friends. he thinks pierre squeezes his knee to offer comfort, but he's not sure about that either.

he lays in his bed, after opening his windows just the way she always had them open, reaches his hand to his side, and longs for the weight of her on his chest. he knows he'll never feel it again, and thinks of all the things he would do just to feel her lips on his, just one more time.

#f1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fanfic #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc

[halfamask]

Team 5Ds car driving skill (idk pretend they’re on a road trip or smth so I can talk about non duel runners)

Yusei: 4/10. Surprisingly bad considering how good a duel runner driver he is. The problem is he gets in a vehicle of any sort and immediately wants to go as fast as possible in it, which, in a car, is Terrifying for his passengers. A stickler for safety and seatbelts. He can go the speed limit, he just has to be very conscious of it as he drives. Also his fingers just itch to take it apart and put it back together and Jack and Crow have to physically take him away from his car when he’s alone in the garage.

Jack: 3/10. Awful road rage, the literal worst. Would get out of the car in standstill traffic to scream at others if not held back by Carly and the boys. Like Yusei, immediately gets in and wants to speed but is usually better about not doing it. Hates people eating or drinking in the car bc it’s his baby and he doesn’t want spills. Wants to drive but is the passenger princess if they won’t let him.

Crow: 6/10. Hear me out he’s probably used to driving kids around on his runner and knows how to drive at speeds people other than turbo duelists are comfortable with. Once he hits a back road or open space with few to no other drivers though it’s speeding time. Probably more lax about eating and drinking too. Has spare jackets and a case of waters in the trunk.

Akiza: 5/10. When she’s by herself, a wonderful driver, follows the rules and weaves through traffic beautifully and safety. Checks her mirrors before starting every time and has a special driving playlist, plus always has gum in the glovebox. When with others, gets so in her head about them judging her driving that she doesn’t pay attention to street signs, stoplights, or other cars. It’s agreed that she’ll drive places so she doesn’t need a ride but won’t give rides unless it’s an emergency.

Carly: 9/10. A seasoned driver we see her doing it a lot and she’s used to having other people in the car and driving one as her main form of transport. Is the one that teaches them about insurance and registration. Also had to teach them to drive and demands reparations.

Leo: cannot drive yet but that doesn’t stop him from sitting in the driver’s seat, full of hope, when they have to go somewhere. Has to be picked up by the scruff of his neck like a cat by Jack and tossed to the back with threats of putting him in the trunk.

Luna: cannot drive yet, doesn’t want to, but still relegated to the back seat so she’s mentally counting down the years until Leo to get his license so she can be his passenger princess.

Bonus! Bruno: 9/10. Can drive really well and picked it up really quickly but just never wants to do it. Goes up to a car and immediately gets in the back unless someone wants him to drive. The 5Ds equivalent of the kid who played Nintendo DS games in the backseat of their parents’ cars in the 2000s/early 2010s

#yugioh 5ds #yusei fudo #jack atlas #crow hogan #akiza izinski #leo and luna #yugioh #driving headcannons

[ttoddii]

hii! i’m lili, a lesbian, and i’m 20! i’m fairly tall (168cm-170cm) and my hair is also dyed half red! i’m really caring and i pay attention to details about my partner! i like to spoil those i love with kind words, gifts, or just cute things they might like. i also love dancing. i love to give reassurance and i need it as well. my music taste is more rnb, k-rnb & k-hiphop. i love leehi, cl, bibi, baekhyun, vedo, rihanna, bruno mars, and sza! i like feeling protected and i love to protect those i love too!! i don’t really like being the shorter one in relationships, but i also don’t really mind if i really like the person! i hate arguments that won’t be resolved or be able to be talked out in the end. fun fact or more embarrassing i guess, about me is i love cheesy romance dramas! thank you so much for this event 🫶

team bebe match up event !!!

"the coffee shop is now ⟶ OPEN !"

a/n – hey! thank you for participating the event, and i'm so sorry for the late response, hope i make up for it with this! enjoy.

i match you up with ...

... bada !!!

how lili and bada relationship would be like ~

— ! bada and you are such a cute couple! people admire how you two would look out for each others. she remember your whole schedule so she could pick you up whenever she's free, and you remember everything she likes so she never have to say a word for you to do just exactly what she want.

— ! bada would definitely protect you from things, people. so you dislike this person? no worries she is now also disliking them too! she will forever be by your side.

— ! assurances from bada "baby i love you"; "you're doing so great!"; "i appreciate you so much"; "thank you for being who you are".

— ! quality time where you two would listen to the same songs, cuddling, having deep talks.

— ! bada is usually stressed out with her work load, and so she would stay up really late at night. you will always look out for her, brewing tea, leaving snacks, talking to her, assure her that she's doing great. how can bada not love you? she is so grateful to have you by her side.

— ! after talking through an argument and work it out, you would be next to her, both of you watching a romantic movie together as bada hug you softly and leaving small kisses on your cheek.

bonus ~ !

you walk back to your shared home, a bag in your hand as you smile softly, the weather has been harsher, cold wind blowing through the back of your neck as you shiver a bit from the sensation, rubbing your hands together to create some friction, warming it up in the process to make you feel better, you quickly pick up the pace and walk through your front door.

bada turn to look up at you when she hear the front door open, her form standing in front of the counter as she smile.

"hey darling", she walk over to you before kissing on your forehead to give you a small greeting "you're shaking a bit, is it cold outside? you should have wear more layers lili."

you nod your head, confirming that it's cold before you hand the bag to bada. your lover is clearly confuse, her head tilted a bit to one side as she take it from you.

"it's a gift", you said softly, waiting for bada to peak into the bag to see a scarf you had bought.

you have always been concern for bada's health, and with how she usually stay up for work, you're worried that her immune system won't withstand the cold. the least you would want is for your girlfriend to catch a cold or get a fever just because you didn't buy her a scarf.

"oh, love" bada smile, taking the gift out to wrap it around her bare neck, half of her face now covered with how big the scarf is "you didn't have to, i have some old ones", bada said, her voice muffled.

your girlfriend is considerate, she always say that it's unnecessary to buy her things, she could always buy them herself, and it's a waste of your money to spend it on her.

but for you, when you could look at how her eyes shine happily.

everything is worth it.

©ttoddii 2024

#bada swf2 #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #bada lee #street woman fighter 2 #swf2 x reader #⟢ tod's chaos #bebe match up event !

[kraken17]

One quote from Enid Sinclair per every chapter of Kooky Spooky in which she has been present.

(Note: She is present in Ch.6 & 7 but in a total wolf out, so she has no dialogue).

"Yeah, yeah... relax. The knife-throwing contest is still on. I already made it clear to Wednesday that she could only use volunteers as living targets. Yoko has offered." (Chapter 1)

"I think she's mine and Wednesday's daughter, but not from around here." (Chapter 2)

"Sigh... as tempting as it is I'd ask you both not to maim her just because of her bad habit of spouting occasional idiocy." (Chapter 3)

"They've captured our Friday. Let's go find her and then you'll teach me what's the most painful way to rip off the head of the person responsible." (Chapter 4)

"Sorry, I just… I don't feel like wasting time with this ceremony right now..." (Chapter 5)

"OMG! Why do I always forget this now when I return to my human form!!??" (Chapter 8)

"Holy shit, I'm a hunk." (Chapter 10)

"Aaaw, I think it's very cute. I'm sure deep down your Bruno appreciated this kind of attention." (Chapter 11)

"Are you very fond of this nightgown?" (Chapter 12)

"And I smell people, and pollution, lots of pollution." (Chapter 13)

"Gosh, you're a year older than us now. This is disconcerting." (Chapter 14)

"Wednesday, don't talk about your parents as if they were rabbits." (Chapter 15)

"I'm sorry... I..." (Chapter 16)

"You threw me against a building and caused me to terrify a family! That's very rude!" (Chapter 17)

"At least you're not a racist nutcase who would use her personal Hyde to gather bits of human remains for resurrection rituals." (Chapter 18)

"Your sister told us a little about you when we met her. Well, she told us that you liked to be thrown with catapults..." (Chapter 19)

"I'm not going to fight you! We don't have the time!" (Chapter 20)

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" (Chapter 21)

"Uh, I should say something, but just for calling Tyler a dime-store Hyde I'll let you have a pass." (Chapter 22)

"Wednesday and I are keeping our names because our dimension was the one originally visited by the others... Pure convenience but it was all by mutual agreement between all parties." (Chapter 23)

"What happened to my local counterpart?" (Chapter 24)

"God, it's a little trippy to think of myself as dead." (Chapter 25)

"Principal Weems! Or maybe I should say director... uh... because of the... Yeah, I'd better shut up." (Chapter 26)

"Uh... yeah, it's something I usually do, Wednesday. You used to love to complain about it." (Chapter 27)

"For your own sake, you'd better..." (Chapter 28)

"They will have no hesitation in killing any of you." (Chapter 29)

"You're going...to pay...for..." (Chapter 30)

"Oh... erm... apology accepted my... err... my lord?" (Chapter 33)

"But wait a minute, if they're a confederation of packs how come there's a princess?" (Chapter 34)

"I'm sorry. There's nothing wrong with your last name. It's just that... well, in my reality a counterpart of you is one of my best friends." (Chapter 35)

"Ok, the doppelgänger thing I can get, but what's with the homunculus?" (Chapter 36)

"And now... now I get this story that I'm some kind of... multiversal warrior who reincarnates, like a cheap copy of Avatar: The Last Airbender!?" (Chapter 37)

"Ah, ah. I already know the electricity trick." (Chapter 38)

"We're going to breach The Bright One's defenses. And we won't use magic to do it. What we need is science. Mad science." (Chapter 39)

"What do you say about finding a way to inter-dimensionally travel to a magically sealed universe to rescue Wednesday and Friday and deal with an army of supernatural monsters?" (Chapter 40)

"Six months, my love. It has taken me six months to be able to come back to you." (Chapter 41)

"It's just that if you leave me stranded in another universe I have a bad habit of trying to find my way back." (Chapter 42)

"Oops, someone's a wee bit cranky." (Chapter 43)

"It's just that… Look at her! We're not even talking about being just a MILF anymore. I'm going to be totes a GILF, for real." (Chapter 44)

“My name… is… Enid Addams.” (Chapter 46)

"Fuck, Weds, getting stabbed by a saber shouldn't feel so good!" (Chapter 47)

"Who are we? Right now and right here, we are the Addams family." (Chapter 48)

"Well...I mean...the truth is...erm...Ireallylikeyourhairandyourloosehairdoesthingstome." (Chapter 49)

"Six months, Weds. I've been six months away from you. The word insatiable doesn't even come close to describing how I feel.” (Chapter 50)

“You know, if you keep calling them that they're going to end up being born with horns and wings.” (Epilogue)

#enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wenclair #wenclair fic #wenclair fanfic #wednesday netflix #wednesday #the addams family #wenid #quotes #quote #ao3 link #archive of our own #fanfiction #kooky spooky

[manicplank]

can we have hc on witnessing a robbery, burglary, assault etc

Witnessing a crime

Peppino: Uh oh... Someone's trying to rob that guy over there! He runs over in Mach 3 and body slams the robber! The guy tries to thank him and reward him with cash, but Peppino turns it down. Doing a good deed is all he needs in payment. He goes home with a smug smirk on his face. Is that robber gonna be ok? Probably not. Oh well! So shines a good deed in a weary world.

Gustavo: Oh no! Someone's robbing the convenience store! Let's go, Brick! They bust through the door and chase the robbers out! It's hard not to run from a giant rat! The owner is thankful. They did break the door, though... He offers to pay, but the owner of the store is simply grateful that he no longer has a gun to his head. Okay, then! He oats Brick on the head. "Well done, buddy! Now let's go home and watch a movie. Maybe we can stop somewhere and get you a treat!"

Mr. Stick: Two people are fist fighting! He runs over and blends into the crowd. He's got 50 bucks on that guy! Who's in the bet? He ends up losing the bet. Wait... The guy who won, is that... The Noise?! Hey, wait, no, don't leave! Mr. Stick has a bone to pick with you!

Pepperman: Someone is vandalizing that wall with graffiti! Here comes Pepperman to save the day! Ok, so what you want to do is use less of the red and more of the blue, it gives it a more realistic touch. You're doing great! Okay, now try using some of the purple next to the blue. [sirens] SHIT, IT'S THE COPS! RUN!!!

The Vigilante: A gang of ne'erdowells is robbing the Pig City Bank! Thankfully, The Vigilante is here to save the day! He kicks open the doors, which takes out the watchmen. His gun clicks as he points at the thieves. There's three of them but only one of him. He pulls the trigger and slams the hammer back so he can fire again and again. All three criminals are taken down! Hooray for The Vigilante!!! The Pig City Police arrive to take the criminals to jail.

The Noise: He's in a fight with someone. They're probably fighting over something stupid. His nose is bleeding, but the other guy is black and blue all over. One more punch to the jaw, and the other dude is knocked out! The crowd around them cheers. Noise! Noise! Noise! He runs out of there before the cops arrive! The other guy can't seem to remember what happened, and The Noise never gets caught.

Noisette: Oh gosh! Someone's assaulting that poor old lady! Noisette runs over in a panic, flailing her arms. "HELP! HELP! THERE'S A BOMB STRAPPED TO MY CHEST (sobs) OH MY GOD, SOMEONE HELP!" The robber scatters off, but so does the old lady. However, the robber was unsuccessful. She wipes off her shoulders. She learned that trick from The Noise. It works every time!

Fake Peppino: A gang of bad shrimp try to break into Bruno's despite the signs on the door. He hears the boards being broken... Intruders! He walks over in his usual form to see the gang, and they laugh at him. "What're you gonna do, weirdo?" They brandish their knives. Suddenly, Fakey warps into a giant, horrific deity. He wails demonically and charges at them. They run out screaming, but Fakey manages to grab one. He throws him in his mouth and chews him up. Mm, yummy! Wait, come back, you guys are tasty!

Pizzaface: A gang of bad pigs try to break into the fourth floor. Not on his watch! He slams face down and squashes them like flies. Well, that was easy. "Hey, Faker! I've got some ham for ya!"

Pizzahead: Someone broke into Pizzaboy's PizzPizza, and they're avoiding all the alarms, so the bots aren't engaged. They're trying to loot the place. Hell no! He rushes down there and sneaks up on the guy. He gets behind them and stabs their neck repeatedly with a Pizzaboy Official Merch Knife! Available today at your local Pizzamart! (Not suitable for children under 3.) Another body to feed to the garbage disposal- er, I mean, Fakey.

Pillar John: Someone broke into the tower. Hmmm... If he can knock himself over, he can activate Pizza Time, which will alarm Pizzaface. How would he do that, though? Maybe if he, URG! Twists and, EGH, wiggles enough he can- (THUD!) IT'S PIZZA TIME! Whoo, that was tough, but he did the right thing.

Gerome: Several times have gang members tried to rob him in The Pig City. He tries to explain to them that he's broke and doesn't necessarily get paid. They don't care. Little do they know, he has a mop, and he knows how to weaponize it! Slam! He hits one of them in the face with the wet side of the mop, and they're knocked out. "Now... Who wants some?!" The rest of the gang runs away, leaving their buddy behind.

This one was fun to write.

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #headcanon #pizzahead #noisette #peppino #peppino spaghetti #fake peppino #pepperman #the vigilante #mr. stick #pillar john #pizzaface #pizza tower gerome #pizza tower gustavo #brick the rat

[miracles-and-butterflies]

For @yellowcry, based on the prompt: “the Fractured au argument that led to Casita’s fall.”

A hard one to write as the focus had to mainly be with Luisa and Pedro, but we also have to do the whole reveal with Mirabel.

Comments are always appreciated.

Warning, sensitive topics below.

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Broken

“Abuelo would probably say you are a bad influence to me.”

“That is part of my charm.” Luisa chuckled.

As they are walking down the stairs, towards the kitchen, Mirabel stops her.

Just as Luisa goes to say something else or ask why they’ve stopped, Mirabel’s smile has faded as quickly as it appeared a moment ago. There’s a brief flash of panic in her eyes before it hastily and forcefully settles back to familiar nothingness.

“What is going on?” A voice demands.

She turns quickly on her feet, looking down at their concerned Abuelo, recently returned from town.

“Ah, Abuelo, don't worry! We’re going to save the miracle!”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“See? This is why I’m in the vision - I’m saving the miracle! I got Dolores to do another one about it and we worked out how to make the candle burn brighter and all the cracks disappeared! Because Mirabel’s not happy—”

“Of course she isn’t happy. You ruined Isabela’s engagement dinner and embarrassed all of us with your disruptions last night—”

“No, no, Isabela needed me to ruin her proposal because she was only with Mariano for the family—”

“Enough!” Abuelo thunders. “I have heard enough of this, Luisa!”

A tremor shakes the building and she does shut her mouth.

“The cracks started with you.” He continued, counting off the misdemeanours on his fingers. “Bruno left because of you. Your cousins are losing their gifts, Isabela is out of control, because of you. God knows why you weren’t given a gift, but it is not an excuse for you to hurt this family!”

“She isn’t. You are hurting her.” Mirabel informed, softly and robotically.

Nobody says anything.

Then Abuelo steps closer, stern hand raised and Mirabel closes her eyes in preparation. Luisa, however, comes between them and catches his wrist.

“Luisa?” He gaped.

“Get the fuck away from her,” she snarls, lowly.

It’s then that the family seem to start appearing one by one, no doubt having been curious about the noise coming from the courtyard.

It must be a chilling scene. Luisa shielding Mirabel (still in the same torn and bloody blouse) while standing over Pedro, crushing his arm in her strong grasp. But one that nobody seems to connect the dots to.

Abuelo looks horrified, trying to yank his hand back but isn’t strong enough. “How dare you treat me like this—”

“How dare you?” Luisa rounds. “She was a young girl, left in your care, and you abused her. Not only that, but you gave permission for multiple other adults to do the same thing. She is a child!”

Someone in the family gasps slowly in realisation, but Luisa can’t pinpoint who. Maybe Tía Pepa.

“Isabela…” Is all Julieta manages to say, sounding incredibly guilty. Pale and shaking, she turns to her eldest.

Isabela isn’t paying any attention though. She looks disgusted and confused. That confirms Luisa’s earlier thoughts that she didn’t know the abuse had continued.

“What is it? What’s going on?” Antonio whispers. Too young to understand. Félix shakes his head at him, not knowing what to say.

Camilo laughs, a bit. Somewhat nervous and awkward, he clearly thinks this is some kind of joke. And Luisa hates how that it wouldn’t be out of possibility for her.

Pepa and Dolores keep sharing glances with each other, questioning if the other did or didn’t know about this - given their respective gifts.

Agustín turned to his father-in-law. “You did what to my daughter?”

“I did what I had to. You know it was for your own benefit, Mirabel. Tell them.” He called.

“Don’t you dare talk to her—” Luisa tried, but was cut off.

He managed to step back and lean around Luisa’s form to settle his gaze on Mirabel.

“Are you listening, nieta? Tell them. Tell them, Mirabel!”

The girl barely reacted, her expression didn’t give anything away either. “It is true. I was making mistakes and getting emotional, I had to be taught a lesson,” she answered.

However, it seems to have the opposite effect on everyone besides Mirabel and Abuelo (and Luisa herself, who had heard that excuse already).

“It was the wrong choice of action, I can see that. But it has helped her. She is nearly perfect, we can all agree on that. And she is completely unharmed!” Abuelo went on to add, after being met by the betrayed and horrified looks of his own daughters.

Agustín marches straight over to Pedro, his eyes ablaze with murder, but Julieta quickly pulls him back.

“Agustín, leave it. She needs us more,” she whispers, nodding her head towards Mirabel.

While they guide the girl out of the way, Pepa happily takes their place in hurtling her barrage of complaints and insults at the patriarch.

The injuries are undeniable. And it’s so weird to see Mirabel without all her layers of clothes - with long sleeves and high collars - that suddenly make a lot more sense now.

“Oh, mi amor, I’m so sorry.” Julieta sighs. She caresses a hand down Mirabel’s face or tries to anyways.

Unfamiliar with physical contact, Mirabel shifts away awkwardly, not sure what to do with herself; her expression as emotionless as ever.

Julieta, in spite of knowing she’s uncomfortable, can’t stop herself from pulling a very confused Mirabel against her in a hug. Agustín joins too, albeit he rearranges his hands several times over to avoid accidentally pressing them into one of the wounds.

“You’re okay, you’re going to be okay, Miraboo,” he whispers repeatedly. His wife struggles to get any words out at all just, sobbing brokenly, while she clutches their baby for dear life. “We’re not going to let anything happen to you. Not again.”

Isabela, watching from the side, had secretly hoped Mirabel might break under the comfort and reassurance. Reveal it was all an act of unfeeling. But she doesn’t. Just stares vacantly right at her, while their parents weep. And it hurts to know she doesn’t shed a single tear with them.

She is completely unharmed. He dared to say.

Luisa somehow managed to hold off smacking the old man.

But she couldn’t hold back her tongue.

“We’re never gonna be good enough for you. Are we?” She questioned, pointedly. “I won’t ever be good enough for you.” Then gesturing to both her sisters in turn, “Mirabel will never be perfect enough, Isabela won’t be useful enough. No matter how much you hurt them, they won’t change.” She redirected her focus to her Abuelo. “Bruno only left this family because he could never meet your impossible standards.”

“Bruno didn’t care about this family!” He argued.

“He loves this family! I love this family! We all love this family! You’re the only one who acts like you don’t.” She snapped, waving her hand a bit. “Just turning a blind eye to our problems! Or worse, you just don’t care!”

He stepped closer, his face getting red. “If you say another word, Luisa—”

But Luisa was already talking again. “You are the one who is breaking this family apart! You are the one who is breaking our home!”

“I forbid it—”

“The miracle is dying because of you!”

#encanto #encanto fracture au #ask me anything #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #pedro madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #félix madrigal #my writing

[itsbubbleteataro]

IM INSPIRED YIPPIE

I was thinking about everyone's favorite gambler and had funny thoughts so enjoy please

Orange Slice

Warnings; slight angst, mentions of slavery, mentions of abuse, mentions of parent

A few days ago Jade had called him into her office saying that he was to come with her to a smaller planet named Anides to see if they could talk the planet into being open to interglacial trade. And so, as he was asked, he went.

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The ship was welcomed by the Royal family of Anides. Queen Clora standing next to the oldest, Prince Soulris and the middle child, Prince Orion.

Queen Clora worse robes that seemed to be loosely draped over her. The colors of the spring garden they stood in. Her hair, long and a light brown fading to a light pink, flowing as if a breeze were blowing it. There was no breeze.

Prince Soulris wore a suite of white with a light pink tie. His hair, short and golden. Waving just like his mother's. His eyes a shade of gold.

Prince Orion was next. His hair, short and brown, also waving. His eyes golden. Freckles dotted his skin. He wore lose fitting robes like his mother, only they were the colors of the sunset, accented with a deep purple.

Strange. Hair waving with no breeze. He looked up to Jade who just greeted the family. With a wave of Queen Clora's hand they weee walking to the grand castle.

"There are two more. The king is asleep, working only at night. His daughter takes after him. As for the hair, it's because they are spell casters, one of the few in the galaxy. Their hair flows due to their strong magical abilities. Pay attention, this will not be an easy negotiation"

Jade whispered down to him as they walked behind the family. Aventurine nodded, keeping mental notes. He would watch closely. He has too, he wants to claw his way to the top, he has to watch closely.

He had no chips at the table, and he sure wanted some.

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The meeting had ended several system hours ago. They would be here for a few more days, Jade still trying to convince the very stubborn queen.

Aventurine had wondered out to the garden, the night cool and calm. He was avoiding fresh nightmares still. He couldn't stop seeing the slaves he had killed, the dreams he had taken. They tormented him nightly, just like tonight.

With a shaky breath, he rubbed his neck, over his mark. An awful reminder of the life he had escaped from. It seemed to burn at times, even on nights as cool as this. Another one of many painful memories.

He walked deeper into the garden, stopping when he saw a woman. Long waving hair, robes lose fitting and light purple with small little gold accents, as if they were stars. Eyes a shade of gold. Around her ankles were gold anklets. 

She turned and looked at him, a bit surprised.

"H-hello?"

Aventurine froze before waving back and introducing himself.

Was she a member of the royal family? She had the same eyes. Was waving hair exclusive to the royal family? The royal family was all wearing crowns and she isn't so maybe she's not?

His thoughts raced and the woman looked away, shy.

That was the first night

The second night went much better. They introduced themselves. The woman showed him around the garden, showing him all the flowers that only bloomed at night. Showing him the constellations.

They went like this nightly. The two meeting in the garden and the woman showing him around, the night markets, the rivers and springs. Aventurine started to look forwards to their nightly meetings.

It was the fourth night, the two simply sitting together in the garden.

"You said you were born with exceptional luck, correct?"

"Yes, why?"

"A-ah then you may not have need for my gift but" 

The woman presses her hands together. When she pulls them apart she had created him a poker chip. Instead of the center being blank, it held the imprint of a star. The colors, matching his own colors. His eyes widened.

A chip. He had his first chip.

He looked up at her. She looked nervous. He smiled, thanking her.

Did he have two chips? Could he use this against the Queen? No he couldn't. She never said if she was a part of the royal family or not. And even if she was, did he want to use her as a chip? No, it felt strange. Awful.

So he had his one chip.

But he wasn't sure if he wanted to spend this chip.

So he tucked it away, in his breast pocket, close to him at all times.

The two talked and talked till the sun started to rise.

The woman walked over to an orange tree in the garden. She pealed it, and handed him the orange. Smiling as she spoke with a smile,

"Good morning Aventurine"

Aventurine didn't let him self think. Sure four days was a short amount of time to fall in love with someone, but he was leaving in two days. He was gifted something special, so he decided to return something equally as special.

He kissed her cheek as he took the orange from her hand

"Good morning (y/n)"

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The queen ran late to the fifth day's meeting.

Again the meeting trialed on and on. Both parties fighting over the intergalactic trade, the IPC wanting a foothold and the Queen, not budging, always denying.

Aventurine kept learning by watching, observing both sides. Learning and watching how Jade and the Queen would both gain and gamble their metaphorical chips.

Soon enough the sun set and they all went to their rooms, all but Aventurine, who went straight to the garden.

He sat on the bench they always met. And stayed, waiting. Waiting for several system hours until Soulris walked out, finally finding Aventurine.

Aventurine shot up, quickly bowing. Soulris looked guilty. He held out an orange as he spoke,

"Mother broke her legs in two. I overheard her saying that it was too dangerous for her to walk out there, in the gardens with you, so she had to save her"

They both looked equally horrified. Aventurine took the orange and pealed it. Asking Soulris to deliver a message to his sister, and an orange, something they both started to share in the mornings.

Soulris nodded and left to deliver the orange and message to his sister.

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It's been years since then. Aventurine was pealing an orang, leaving the peals all over Dr. Rato's desk.

With each layer removed another pleasant memory bubbled to the surface, about the woman he met in the gardens of a palace, and the sharp and abrupt goodbye that they had to share.

"The Greeks used to eat Oranges every day in the mornings, they figured it would warm the stomach"

Ratio spoke up, before swiping away all the orange peals

"Now get your damn orange peals off my desk"

The two were then called to Penacony.

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Again, Aventurine sat in the lounge, eating an orange when he saw a face he never imagined he'd see again, and feeling he thought he had managed to lose bubbling again to the surface.

It was her, the woman whose mother broke her legs, walking by and taking a seat near him, pealing an orange.

The two made eye contact, eyes widening, breath quickening, scooting closer to eachother.

Orange slices getting exchanged with smiles

#Spotify #x reader #(y/n) #hsr #hsr aventurine #aventurine honkai star rail #aventurine x reader

[the-passenger-if]

We get to see Roach tease the MC about their romance insterests; how would Roach tease the ROs about being interested in or having a crush Newman? Roach's sense of humor is great and them embarrassing everyone around them is top tier friendship trolling.

Happy May!

And happy October to you, anon n_n”

I imagine Roach would tease Fiama while they're stuck in the cabin, maybe while Newman is cleaning themselves in the bathroom:

“Good for you,” Roach says, and Fiama looks at them.

“Are you talking to me?” She holds Bruno closer to her.

Roach chuckles. “No need to use the kid as a shield. You’re obviously taken.” They throw a pointed look at the bathroom, before looking at her again, “In more ways than one.” When Fiama's only answer is staring back at them, Roach stands up and stretches themself. “Hey, it's fine. To be honest, you duped me; I thought you would get up and leave, yet here you are.”

“And I should care about what you think because…?”

Roach grins. “Oh no, you shouldn’t.” They look like they want to add something else, but their amused expression turns softer little by little. “You’ll take care of them, won’t you?”

“I’m planning to,” Fiama replies, her chin high, and Roach realizes she doesn’t appreciate the sudden probing. It’s fine; they wouldn’t either.

“Good. Good for you,” they repeat. “Good for them.” And they mean it.

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They would tease Jonny in the cabin too because Roach has no chill:

“How does it feel to be the latest obsession of a monstrosity from space?”

Jonny doesn’t look at them, but his eyes jump to the tiny bathroom before shooting elsewhere.

Roach sighs. Thinks about resting their head against his shoulder for half a second before just going for it. Jonny doesn’t shake them off, but he tenses up—more than he usually does, for a longer time than he usually does. “Jonny-boy…” It’s a plea but they don’t care.

“You two are laughing at me.” Not an accusation, just facts being stated, which is worse somehow.

Roach rests their forehead against his shoulder. “We so aren’t.” They nudge Jonny until their friend sighs. When they look up, he is watching them with a blank expression. “Maybe you’re just that enchanting?” Jonny clicks his tongue, and Roach hugs him. “They are into you, dumbass. They really are.” He says nothing; he just stares wide-eyed, so ready to believe them, and also so afraid. “Don’t chicken out now.”

“I… no, I won’t.” Jonny swallows down and makes to stand up so Roach lets go of him.

When both of them are on their feet, Roach gives his skinny ass a friendly slap. The unimpressed look Jonny throws them has them holding up their hands. “For good luck. Go get them, stud.”

●○●○●○●○●

Lastly, they would tease Horizon before shit hit the fan in CH7. They would invite themselves into the Domini’s cabin one evening receiving a vexed look for their trouble:

“So,” Roach begins, paying no mind to Horizon. “Domini, you are a smart cookie. Do you like crosswords?” When they blink in confusion, Roach holds up the magazine they brought along. “Been squeezing my brain for over ten minutes and I can’t find the right word.” They lie the magazine on the table, clear their throat. “Group of whales. And it’s a three letter word.”

Horizon thinks about it for a moment before saying, “A pod.”

Roach grins as they jot down the answer. “Hah, I knew asking you was a good idea. Alright, another one, a container for holding and pouring liquids that usually has a lip or spout and a handle.”

This time the reply is immediate. “Pitcher.” Horizon approaches the table as Roach counts the squares and lets out an impressed whistle. “You’re a walking thesaurus, Domini.”

“Well, I—”

“Third one: someone who is in love slash sexually aroused by their own deity.” They look up at Horizon forming a perfect o with their mouth. The shocked look on the Domini’s face almost makes Roach crack up then and there. “Well well well, this crossword is spicy.”

After that, Horizon isn’t in the mood for games anymore; they are quick to usher Roach out and close the door behind them. Roach is giggling to themself when Horizon reappears.

“And the word is theophile,” the Domini hurls at them.

Roach opens their mouth, reply at the ready, but Horizon shuts the door in their face. Of course, that doesn’t deter them in the slightest. “And you would know everything about that, wouldn’t you?”

#ask #spoilers #tp fiama #tp jonny #tp roach #tp horizon #actually the word seems to be theosexual #but apparently that wasn't a thing before 2001?

[randomshyperson]

New Romantics - Chapter Two - Wanda Maximoff Series

Summary: Trapped in a loveless relationship that has cost her friendships, Wanda watches her senior year of school turn upside down after a party. She will make new friends and may end up learning that not every relationship is doomed to failure.

Warnings: (+16), straight and toxic relationships, making out, underage drinking, language, co-dependency, conversations about insecurity and self-worth, attempted romantic comedy, unrequited love at first, friends to lovers. | Words: 4.507k

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Chapter Two- Easter with Ink and Phones

Downtown, Tuesday 02:14 pm

A soft melody echoed throughout the room, but you weren't paying much attention to the lyrics. Your dominant hand was doing the work of painting the canvas, and slowly, the image of a faceless female figure was forming in the paint.

But your creative process was interrupted by the pause of the music - Making you realize that you were, in fact, paying attention to the melody.

"Hey!" Your protest was soft yet annoying. Natasha laughed, holding up the radio control. 

"Sorry, but they're calling you again." She says and you sigh tiredly. 

"I thought we blocked the number."

Natasha places the remote control on top of one of the countless bookshelves in her makeshift gallery. "Well, I had that geek neighbor of ours look at the phone, but whatever she did, it didn't work."

You chuckle, your eyes back on the screen. "America Chavez was definitely messing with you, sweetheart."

Natasha grimaces. "No, because she charged for the hour and I'm going to commit a crime if it was a prank."

Not wishing your friend to go to jail, you gave up painting. You started to take off your dirty apron and gloves, telling Natasha that you would take care of it. But before you could leave the studio, she called you. "It's easter, Y/N. Maybe, I don't know, you could give them a chance."

You chuckle. "Christmas is when we get more generous and tolerant, Natasha." That's what you say to her with a wink before leaving the scene.

It's not a surprise that America answers the door when you ring the bell - Both of their mothers are nurses, and usually, work on holidays like these. Her apartment is not empty anyhow. The kids from downstairs, Kamala Khan and Bruno Carrelli, are playing video games on the couch and sharing pizza from the night before.

"Hey, neighbor." America greets you excitedly. You laugh.

"Don't hey neighbor me, you little pest. Come on, you charged Natasha about the phone and now you're going to do the work." You nod toward your door, but America hesitates.

"Wait, I can explain-"

"Come on Chavez, don't try to wind me up." You interrupt with a grimace. "Do the job we paid for or I'll call your moms and tell them what you've been doing."

The girl snorts in defeat, and nods to her friends, saying she'll be right back as she leaves them playing.

You lead her straight to the kitchen and grab cans of soda while she goes to the phone. She picks it up and presses a few numbers.

"What are you up to?" You ask curiously, and she sighs.

"Your phone sucks, Y/N, it won't let me block any untraceable numbers. Are you running from secret agents by any chance?"

You chuckle, opening your soda. "I wish I had such an interesting life. You retort. "My parents are both psychiatrists and have private numbers so that patients don't save their personal contact information and try to call back."

America grimaces softly. "But what if the patient really needs to talk to them?"

You shrug sadly. "They don't care."

America doesn't insist, without knowing how far the intimacy for questions of good neighbors goes. She stays on her task for a while, before asking, "I can only block calls from all over the country. Are you sure you don't have any Brazilian friends you don't want to unintentionally ignore?

You deny it, taking a big sip of soda and watching America finish with the phone. When she releases the handset, you extend the other can of soda from the counter to her.

"The door is always open, kiddo. If your friends want a soda." You tell her, and you both know that this is an invitation for her not to spend the Easter holiday alone.

She smiles in thanks before leaving, and you go back to your studio, only to find your roommate snooping - or rather looking - at your paintings.

"Did you find something you like? It's all for sale." You joke, managing to get her to smile. You walk over to the radio, and Natasha tilts her head as she faces the painting you are starting.

"Who are you painting?"

You feel your cheeks warm, so you remain with your back to her with the excuse that you are choosing the music.

"A girl from school." 

Natasha makes a sound of interest. "Pretty?"

You laugh. "Smart."

"That's not what I asked."

"She's in my literature class, always reading. Quiet, but not shy. Sarcastic but never mean. And she has quick answers for almost everything. The first week she was the only one in the class who had read Madame Bovary, and the opinion piece was so impressive that the teacher praised her out loud in front of the class." You continue to ignore Natasha. "She has a strong Sokovian accent, so I guess she must have been born in the north since English is more like a second language in that part of the country. And yes, Natasha, she may be the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

Your friend smiled, pushing the locks of her hair behind her ears. "Did you notice that she was beautiful before or after you fell in love with her?"

You chuckle, walking over to your painting. "I'm not in love with anyone, don't be ridiculous. I don't even know her."

Natasha watches you intently. 

"So you notice all the girls in your literature class who are sarcastic but not mean, and paint them for hours?" She retorts and you can feel the tips of your ears warm.

"I've only been painting for a few minutes." You defend yourself, but Nat clears her throat, and when you look at her, she is pointing to several sketch boards thrown behind the main one. Most with faces and figures that look a lot like the larger one. You roll your eyes, sighing. "I know a lot of girls." You try, but it only makes Nat laugh.

"What's her name anyway?"

You draw with the pencil what would be the outline of a nose. "Wanda Django Maximoff."

"Full name and you swear you're not interested." She teases, and because your back is turned, you don't notice her reaching for her cell phone. Rolling your eyes again, you continue to draw and paint.

"She signs her full name on the door call. I think it's cute."

"I bet you do."

Deciding that you were no longer going to give Natasha material to torment you with, you focus on your painting. But the redhead only gives you ten minutes of peace before she calls you back. "Hm?"

"I found all her social media. Instagram, Facebook, and even Linkedin. She used to do tutoring can you believe it? You're right, she is very pretty."

You spun around the seat, curiosity in your gaze as Nat angled her cell phone so you could look too. But then you turned around, "No. I don't want to be a stalker."

Nat chuckled, shaking her head. "You know that's how people know each other in the 21st century, right?"

You roll your eyes, sliding your paintbrush across the canvas. "I'd rather talk to her for real than through a screen, Nat."

"Oh, and how's that going?" Nat teases, smiling at your displeased snort. But she puts her cell phone away the next moment, taking pity on your annoyance and adding more softly, "Maybe you should give it a chance. A little online chat just so you don't scare her off, and then you can go full Romeo Montecchio on her."

You laugh, shaking your head. "Thanks, but I think I'd come off as a complete disaster online and effectively scare her off before I had any real chance."

"So pessimistic." Nat muttered getting up. She walked over to the radio connected to your cell phone, probably to change the music. When she laughed for no reason, you took your eyes off the board to her. "The universe is in my favor, my friend. Wanda Maximoff just requested your friendship on Facebook."

You stumble on the bench as you get up in a jump to go to your cell phone. Nat is telling the truth, the notification is right there. Wanda and her stupidly beautiful face on a Facebook icon.

"Oh, okay, what do I do now?"

Nat giggled rolling her eyes. "You click yes." You make mention of picking up the cell phone, but Nat pulls it away with a grimace. "God, don't be ridiculous. You can't accept it now, she just sent it."

You frown in confusion. "What? Why not?"

"Y/N, for heaven's sake, you can't look desperate. Think about. It's easter, she can't think you're well… locked in a studio waiting for a notification. Nope, you have to look busy, and interesting. Wait at least a day to accept or even the end of the holiday."

Nat puts the phone in your hand, and you scratch your hair with the other, "But I want to be her friend now..."

The redhead giggles in disbelief, taking the phone back. "I'll take care of this, you can go back to the painting, Da Vinci."

"But-"

"See you at dinner." She escapes the studio before you can protest.

Downtown, Wednesday 08:25 am

You have accepted this request for friendship. You and Wanda Maximoff are now friends.

"You are so weird, Y/N, I swear." Yelena's voice made you bang your head with force on the ink shelf, definitely not because you were distracted by a stupid notification from hours ago.

"Jesus, don't you and your sister ever knock?" You retorted, mashing your head with one hand and with the other holding a pot of paint.

Yelena was holding a package of take-out Mexican food that she left on the small table - the smell made your stomach jump and reminded you that you were starving - before approaching the nearly finished painting in the center of your gallery.

"Why would I knock on my own apartment?" Yelena reasons teasingly, and you chuckle rolling your eyes. 

"Not that I agree, but why am I weird?"

She nods at the board with her chin. "You're painting Novi Grad's Wednesday Addams in the middle of Easter."

You chuckle. "Do you know Wanda?"

Yelena shrugs. "Not really, but she's well-known at school."

You hum with your hands busy separating the right shades of paint. "Really, why is that?"

"I don't pay attention to rumors, sorry." She retorts distractedly. "But that painting turned out beautiful. Did she commission it or what?"

You chuckle awkwardly. "No, I wanted to do it. My brain didn't seem to accept getting her out of my head until I paint it. It's the eyes and the wine's fault, I'm sure."

"Wine?"

You sigh. "I met her at your welcome party and helped her with her makeup. And I also had a few glasses of wine. I came home with the trace of her eyes stuck in my head, I couldn't stop thinking about it."

"Artists are so weird." Yelena mutters, and you chuckle.

"Tell me about it."

Yelena sighs, throwing herself into one of the armchairs. "Wanda seems to have gotten herself into a little bit of everything at this party." Yelena then comments. "I had a fight with Kate and I was a little... shaken up. Wanda found me in the bathroom, she was kind and helpful. Who knew."

You frown, looking at Yelena. "What do you mean shaken up? Is everything okay?"

Yelena sighs, forcing a smile. "It's just the usual, honey, don't worry about it."

You drop the ink on the table. "Yelena, you can talk to me."

The blonde hesitates, but then sighs. "I don't know, Kate's been weird since her new stepfather moved in. She was going to come out to Eleanor, but she keeps putting things off. We've been fighting so much, and maybe she's just lacking the courage to make a decision."

You wipe your hands on the washcloth from the canvas and approach your friend and roommate. "Yelena, I think you should talk to her." You say, and when the blonde makes mention of protesting, you hold up your finger. "Talk. Not accuse or demand. Ask her what's bothering her. By god, you two are so annoyingly in love all the time, what is this now? A sweet sixteen crisis bullshit?"

Yelena giggles, rolling her eyes. "I have no idea, Y/N, if I did I wouldn't be involving other people." She retorts. "Carol is sure Kate wants to break up."

You grimace. "Carol doesn't know anything, don't listen to her."

"Oh, am I supposed to listen to you then? Why? A degree in romantic comedies like The Notebook?"

"Honestly, you and your sister are the worst." You chuckle throwing her a dirty paint washcloth that makes her jump away. "Get out of my studio, I'm done giving you advice, you pest."

She flashes you her tongue, and you laugh, wishing your friend wouldn't give up on Kate Bishop before the younger girl gets up the courage to hand over the commitment ring you helped her choose.

It was only when Wanda's painting was ready that you left the studio to take a shower. You had already removed the top of your clothes when your cell phone vibrated.

'H'. This was the message on the Facebook chat coming from Wanda. You got online because you thought it was a bug in the application. But soon after she sent a larger one:

"Sorry. I meant to say Hi, but I just pressed the H."

You smiled to yourself. Wanda was so cute. You thought about Nat's advice about sounding interesting and taking your time to respond but you didn't want to leave her without an answer now that you were online. But you also felt weird about talking to her without clothes on, and you weren't going to put the pieces on the bathroom floor back on your body.

Finally, you sent an emoji of a thumbs up and headed for the shower, with no idea that the girl across the country was thinking you thought she was somehow stupid.

Novi Grad, Thursday 10:04 am

"Come on guys, I know the holiday makes everyone tired but just two more days and it will be the weekend again. Have a seat..."

You hastened your step at the request of Mrs. Frigga, the Literature teacher. She waved to the chatting people at the back to get down from the tables and sit down properly, and you balanced your notebooks on your left arm to take an empty chair. There was a little commotion with the boys, and somehow you ended up sitting, without realizing it, right next to the person who hadn't left your thoughts the entire holiday.

Wanda tried to disguise her tight grip on her book, watching out of the corner of her eye as you distractedly took the seat next to her and took the items out of your backpack, only to notice her the next second and offer her a gentle smile.

"Hi." You say, taking off your jacket next. "Or should I say, 'H'?" 

She giggled at your joke immediately, some of the nervousness flowing into her stomach like butterflies. She felt silly, being so anxious about someone she didn't know. Maybe it was your fault, for looking so lovely and pretty without the slightest effort.

Before she can think of how to continue the joke, Frigga is speaking again.

"I hope you all did the assignment I asked for." Remembers the woman, receiving a chorus of dissatisfaction, to which she only chuckles lightly. You curse low from your seat, and Wanda looks up at you immediately.

"I totally forgot we had homework." You mutter to Wanda's curious gaze. "You think I can guess the answer?" You joke with a funny grimace, making her chuckle again. Frigga looks at the two of you.

"Would you two like to start?" she asks aloud, and you swallow dryly. Wanda licks her lips, drawing the focus of the teacher and the room to herself as she asks:

"Of course, miss. What would be the question?"

Frigga smiled. "What do you think being a wallflower is?"

"The non-official definition is related to shyness, to being the socially awkward and reserved person. Which fits well with the personality of Charlie, the protagonist." Wanda replies. Frigga nods in agreement and looks at you.

"Anything to add, Miss L/N?"

You press your lips together, thoughtful for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I agree with Wanda but I feel the answer is slightly incomplete." You say, drawing the attention of the class to you. Clearing your throat, you continue. "I think it's more connected to a person's unique characteristics. Wallflowers are unique in their particularities, that's what makes them special. Even if Charlie wasn't shy, he would still be observant and very considerate."

Frigga rests her back on the table. "Better, Miss L/N, thank you." She says. "I like how you two complete each other answers, how about being partners in the report? And maybe for the semester, it might be good for you both."

You look at Wanda immediately, finding her already looking at you. The room is a bit of a mess with the announcement that the report could be done in pairs, but you have your full attention on the girl next to you.

"I think you're stuck with me, Maximoff." You joke, making you smile.

"What a tragedy." She retorts good-naturedly, managing a soft laugh before you two get to work.

It almost amazes you the way you work in perfect harmony with Wanda, but you are so distracted by her presence that you forget to think about it. She doesn't share any other classes with you, and when Literature ends, she seems just as hesitant to say goodbye as you are. 

"See you around, Maximoff." You speak then, trying to make things more casual, unaware of the internal battle the girl lives to build up the courage to ask you to lunch with her. Unfortunately, you have already left with the crowd of students when she thinks she could make it.

Downtown, Thursday 07:34 pm

"You ate my noodles again?" 

Natasha takes her attention away from the television, an apologetic expression that doesn't seem very genuine. You sigh impatiently, tossing the empty box you had taken from the cabinet into the trash before looking for your keys. She pauses the movie - receiving a protest from her sister - and kneels on the pillows to look at you. "Hey, sorry, Steve and Sam came over and there was nothing to eat..."

"And you obviously served my food." You retort sarcastically. Nat mutters that it was the only thing she had to eat, but she and her sister stand in a curious silence with the way you are struggling with your sneakers. 

"Are you okay in there?" Yelena asks from the armchair, and you snort loudly.

"I'm hungry." You grumble, getting a roll of the eyes. And then you sigh, one of your sneakers on. "And I don't know how to ask a girl out."

The sisters exchange excited glances. "Wow, that's interesting." Natasha comments. "It's Wanda, yes?"

Yelena looks ready to say something, but you get up in a bad mood. "Yes, she's very cute and I don't know how to say that without making an embarrassment of myself."

Natasha jumps up from the couch, excited. "Well, my friend, lucky I have a million tips. Yelena, we're going to buy food, don't watch the movie without me!"

The blonde rolls her eyes, pulling her cell phone out of her jeans, and Natasha tries to put on sandals before walking you out of the apartment.

On the other side of town, as Natasha makes you laugh by listing out the most foolproof movie seduction tips while you shop for noodles, a couple argues on a balcony. Wanda ends the night with tears on her cheek, just like you, but for different reasons.

Novi Grad, Friday, 02:05 pm

Wavy hair cascaded over a dark denim jacket. Wanda first adjusted her clothes, and then her headphones, taking them off to put in her backpack. She was alone again and looked a little bored. She searched through her backpack for something, and you sighed when you caught a glimpse of her hand full of rings giving the material a gentle squeeze-

"You're staring again, weirdo." Yelena teased, sitting in the chair next to yours. It was afternoon break, and you were sitting on one of the patio chairs. She had been on her cell phone, exchanging messages on the edge of passive-aggressive with Kate Bishop for about fifteen minutes, and in theory, you were reading. But since you noticed Wanda leaving through one of the hallways, your attention was solely on her.

"No, I'm not." You grumble, turning your gaze to the item in your lap and getting a short laugh from the blonde.

Yelena didn't take her eyes off her cell phone as she spoke, "Natasha and I invited her to something earlier today."

Trying not to show any latent interest, you raise an eyebrow. "Oh, really?"

"Mm-hmm." She mutters. "The Graduation committee is already separating the sales teams, not that you're very interested in that." Yelena hints, but you don't mind. She sighs faintly. "She was sitting with two other boys from Nat's class, and they declined to participate. They're kind of preps if you want my opinion."

"And Wanda?"

Yelena didn't hide her little smile. "Is that interest in your voice?"

You rolled your eyes, your cheeks blushing lightly. "Come on, it's just curiosity." You retorted. "Not to mention you know damn well I'm interested."

Yelena giggles, shrugging. "It doesn't get any less funny to torment you for it." She says. "Wanda said she'd think about it. Maybe that will be a good incentive for you?"

It's your turn to laugh. "You know I don't care about these things, Lena. If I could make good money as you guys get from the fundraiser, I'd spend it on something much more meaningful than a party. I've been trying for months to get some money together to fix my truck."

Yelena sighs. "I still don't understand why you don't use that student money of yours."

You laugh. "That's because you don't listen to me! I've told you a million times that the scholarship only covers my housing and food!"

"So boring..." You laugh again, returning your attention to your book. Yelena keys a few things before adding, "When are you going to build up the courage to ask her out?"

"I'm working on it."

"Let me guess, waiting for the right moment?"

You shrug. "Maybe."

Yelena giggles, looking at you. "Sorry to break this to you and my super romantic sister but this is complete bullshit." Declares the blonde. "If someone likes you, any time is the right time. What do you think is going to happen, Wanda is going to magically guess that you are into her and hang around you until you build up the courage? Don't wait for that. Go to her, and ask her out. If it works, it worked. If not, it gives you even more time to move on."

You stare at her in shock for a couple of seconds. "I had forgotten how practical you are."

"Thank you."

"I didn't say it was a compliment." You retort good-naturedly, receiving a light kick to your leg. You laugh and look away. 

Wanda has taken a flyer out of her backpack and is putting it up on the school bulletin board. You smile and close the book. 

Yelena raises a curious eyebrow. "Well?"

"Wish me luck." You say, leaving the item beside her before going to approach the brunette.

The flyer was a reminder about the deadlines for the university's admissions letter submissions, and you guessed that one of the professors had asked Wanda to paste the notices. 

You reached next to her, one finger going to the title of the item she just pasted.

"H, as 'Have you sent your admissions letters yet?" You started with a little smile, turning your face to look at her. "Or, H, as, Have you got any plans for tonight?"

Wanda giggled shyly, a little surprised at the unexpected invitation. You, despite your heart leaping in your chest, kept your composure. She opened her mouth to reply, but you both were interrupted by Natasha's exit from the cafeteria, the door next to the board.

"Hello, you two." She had a suggestive little smile that made you bite the inside of your cheek. "Is Y/N repeating our invitation from earlier, Wanda? It would be a nice addition to have you two on our sales team."

You could dig a hole in the ground now, but for your friends. Wanda gives a nervous chuckle, looking between you and Nat before speaking. "I think so. The meeting will be in the auditorium, right? I didn't know you were on the committee..."

"I'm not-"

"She's what we call a ghost member." Natasha cuts in giving you a gentle nudge. "She lives with me and Yelena did you know? So she's been helping with activities since she got here, even though she's not officially part of the club."

"Oh, got it." Wanda mutters, twiddling her fingers as she tries not to exchange such obvious glances at you.

"Can I expect you at the meeting today then?" Natasha insists smiling.

You give Wanda a small smile, and her face lights up. She nods. "Sure, I'll be there."

"Great, I'll see you later." Natasha says, pulling you by the arm.

When you are far enough away, you turn to her with a grimace. "Why did you do that? I had just-"

"I think she has a boyfriend." Natasha declares and it's like a complete bucket of cold water.

"W-what?"

"God, you're completely clueless." Nat scratches her forehead. "I'm not sure, but I think it's the boy we saw with her earlier. We're not from the same group of friends, and I don't give a damn what people do in this place but I think so. There is some rumor of a fight she got into as well but no one really remembers either. Parker is a terrible informant. And I need a bigger team, and this is the perfect opportunity for you to find out if she's taken and in the meantime help me with graduation."

"I hate you." You grumble sullenly.

Nat laughs, grabbing your face to kiss your cheeks and wipe the grimace off your face. 

When you join Yelena, she looks up at you. "Did you make it?"

"No, your sister ruined everything."

"That is an unfair statement, I am getting more information for an efficient approach." Explains the redhead, and you have to laugh. "You don't appreciate the work of a spy."

You and Yelena burst out laughing.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #new romantics #alt er love series #skamverse collection #elizabeth olsen x reader

[princelylove]

Your Highness,

I hope you’re well! This has been festering in my mind for a week so may I ask what you think of both Bruno and Prosciutto having an interest in the same darling? I know this might be a very deadly combination but that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to take.

-peachy anon

Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea. I don’t think you’d last more than a week or so with these two. 

They don’t get along in general- Prosciutto has little to no empathy, and has left men behind countless times. Bruno’s very loving. He’s slow to make decisions because he needs to figure out the best option for everyone- Prosciutto makes judgements quickly and based on gut feelings.  

Prosciutto has a lot of internalized sexism, but they differ from Bruno’s because, you know, Prosciutto is not a kind man. I think Bruno’s sexism is more “This is what a man must do for people” and Prosciutto’s is more gender-conforming. If you gender swapped them, Bruno would still want to be the provider of the house, while Prosciutto would expect you to give her your wallet for every little thing she wants (which is a lot, she’s happiest as a spoiled girl- sorry, miss pro, I mean as a spoiled lady). 

Listen. Would you rather spend your free time with Bruno’s family, doing an outdoor activity of some sort, or sit next to Prosciutto and watch him lose ‘family’ game night for the sixth week in a row? (He’s not a good gambler.)

Prosciutto acts like he already owns you, he’ll drape his arm around your shoulders and have the audacity to ask what you think you’re doing when you try to pull away. Bruno’s not much better, but he’d like to think you have a choice in the matter. Sure, he guides your hands when you’re actually the expert, but he means very well. As long as you stay close by, within arms reach. You actually can walk away from Prosciutto, but not Bruno. Go ahead, go get a drink or go to the bathroom, you’ll be back. While Bruno would search for you after five minutes of not knowing where you are, Prosciutto waits in the same spot, tapping his fingers until you come back with a good reason.

Prosciutto may take care of the others, but he loves you. He’s fond of Pesci and Ghiaccio, sure, used to be fond of Sorbet & Gelato too, but he loves you. He’d choose you over them and probably would force you to live in his old apartment over Risotto’s if he had the proper choice- not like he chooses to stay in that god forsaken apartment with five other men. If there’s an issue, he’d drop them for you in a heartbeat.

Bruno views you as part of his family, and will make no such choice. If his family doesn’t like you, or vice versa, give it time. He’ll find some way to settle it. He won’t stand for either of his sons bullying you, but you’re going to get along eventually and behave. 

But Bruno and Prosciutto don’t need to like each other. In fact, they never will. Prosciutto’s too rough with you, it’s like he doesn’t know what marriage is for! Bruno’s too much of a hardass to enjoy a little fun. They fight the most about how Prosciutto hits his darling, and how Bruno treats you too delicately. 

Gender swapped Bruno and Prosciutto are soooo funny at the same time. Pro’s pretty catty. They have similar fashion sense- mature, feminine, allergic to pants, lots of cleavage, love luxury heels… Have fun with a wallet if you date fem pro. Bruno loves tights, Prosciutto hates them. Bruno would never ask you to buy her anything, she’s still the provider, but Prosciutto? She’ll hit you for asking her to pay for dinner. 

Fem Bruno would baby trap you. Prosciutto? Fuck you, you’re not ruining her figure for some family bullshit. Take care of those little shits in her apartment if you want a baby so badly. 

What a bad combination. Their lifestyles look similar, but they’re just nowhere close.

#request granted #peachy anon #yandere bruno bucciarati #yandere prosciutto

[gamerbearmira]

More spiderwoman au ideas!

First and foremost, Mirabel already has her own room. She got it when she was 7, but seeing as the room was still in the location of the nursery. Antonio still slept in there, but Mira didn’t mind, tonito was a cute and calm baby. 

After Antonio didn’t get a gift, he got an additional room in her room. Both have their own side for privacy & such. 

Casita hides both their spider suits once they come back from fighting crime. They know it would be rare for anybody except Dolores and Camilo to go into their room but just to be safe, Casita hides them. 

Speaking of Casita’s walls, Bruno doesn’t live in them. Yes, he disappeared, but he disappeared a few neighborhoods away from Casita. He has a good paying job and a nice living space, and yes, he still has rat babies. But not as many, he has about 3 of them. 

I feel Bruno had seen both spider bites before they even happened. So now Bruno just worries for them but still cheers them on from the sidelines. 

Because Gwen doesn’t really have a place to stay, she often stays with Mirabel. Though VERY discreetly. Casita also made a small living area for her, similar to Bruno’s in the movie but with more feminine touches. 

Isabela and Alma still be runnin their mouths about La Aranaposa and Arana nino. And as always, Camilo and Dolores be defendin the two heroes.

“Why is someone so young out there, that “Aranaposa” should be ashamed of herself for letting that child be so close to harm” - Isabela

“Si, he could get hurt at any moment” - Alma

*insert Mirabel and Antonio who just got back from fighting*

“Abuela, haven’t you ever stopped and considered that maybe they were both born with those powers and maybe thought they should put them to good use? haven’t you ever stopped and considered that maybe this whole city would be in shambles without them?” Dolores said politely but sternly

“And Isa, it’s been 6 years since Aranaposa came about and a year since Arana nino came around, don’t you have ANYTHING else to talk about? Anything, idk, NEW in your life?” Camilo added with an irritated tone as he also looked at Alma in the corner of his eye. 

“NO politics at the table please” Julieta kindly chimed in as she harshly softly slammed her fist against the table. Julieta has grown tired of these conversations every other breakfast, lunch, or dinner. 

I decided to change the family dynamics, everybody is fine with each other. Julieta and Pepa take time off when they need to and so do the gifted grandchildren. Alma is trying her best to be a good abuela. Before Bruno left he wrote a note addressing the families issues, how alma is the cause of most of them, and how they need to be fixed. So, for the past decade the family has been relaxing and only put their powers to use for emergencies or for fun. 

So Isabela and Alma talking about the spider heroes stems from a place of concern and worry, the family knows that, but it’s still annoying. 

I have a feeling Antonio is a very independent kid because of his duties. I mean yes, he still loves his parents and goes to them for advice, but he does a lot of things on his own. For example, he used to let Mira or his parents read him bedtime stories. But he’s so tired from helping with battles that he can barely stay awake for them. So he either grabs a book and reads it himself or just goes to sleep. 

 Hobie had said at some point that the one of the things that is known about spiderman is their independence. So Antonio held onto that with a tight grip. 

All the family hears from the boy now is “no thanks, I got it” “Nope, I got it” “It’s alright, I can do it”

If he wants something as simple as pb & j or just a sandwich he’ll make it himself, and seeing as he has an easy bake oven, he mostly makes lunch or food by himself. He’s actually a pretty good cook. I saw in your drawing that Antonio gave Miguel some Arepas, so let’s just say Antonio made those for him. 

When Miguel says to lego spiderman “your one of our best” I like to think that the other best he’s talking about is Jess, Mirabel, and Antonio. Like seriously, Jess can beat an enemy on a motorcycle WHILE PREGNANT. Mirabel can take out mysterio with one punch and Antonio can take out the hobgoblin with one kick. Which he has.

Oh yeah, they call Jess, Tia. Why wouldn’t they? She's Tia material. 

Mirabel and Antonio had caught about 3 anomalies together, and 3 anomalies on their own. 

“And there’s mysterio-” Lyla

“Caught that weirdo” - Mirabel

“Mz-stereo” Lyla

“I helped catch that one!” - Antonio

“Even though I told you not to” - Mirabel

“Was I supposed to let her wreck our town? I don’t think so” Antonio

Oh yeah, even though not everybody likes the two spider kids, people do like to do some stuff where they know they are appreciated. Such as painting the two on some walls, leaving gifts, etc. 

Gwen taught Mira how to play the drums and Hobie taught her how to play the electric guitar. And Antonio likes to help Pavitr feed the street dogs in his universe

Because the internet is a bit much Gwen started out small and gifted Dolores, Camilo, Mirabel, and Antonio Ipods. The spider teens love giving them song recommendations. 

Mirabel’s favorite song is self love by Coi leroy, recommended by Gwen

Antonio’s favorite song is hummingbird by Metro Boomin and James Blake, recommended by Miles

Camilo’s favorite song is silk & cologne by ei8ght and offset, also recommended by Miles. 

Dolore’s favorite song is link up by Don Toliver, it reminds her of hanging out with Mariano, recommended by Margo. When listening she just has to keep the music really low. 

I feel like Dolores, Mirabel, Camilo, and Antonio’s favorite music genres are R & B, modern pop, y2k pop, and 90’s rap with some occasional rock songs recommended by hobie. When it comes to listening to rock Dolores has to keep her noise canceling headphones on, then listen to it. 

Like every spiderman in school, the two are bound to miss some classes but thankfully they have good excuses. Just to let you know Mira missed about 6 classes and Antonio has missed about 4. 

Miles should have never given Mirabel, and by extension Camilo spray paint. He introduced them to the idea of graffiti; they were amazed by it. The two only use it for good things such as giving an old or new shop a touch up. The designs are always spectacular and match the theme of the shop so no one can really get mad. 

Antonio loves playing with mayday, he finds her adorable. He also likes to play with spider cat and spider rex. 

STOP THE SPIDER DUO HATE IN ENCANTO 2k23⁉️⁉️⁉️

No but seriously. Can’t keep letting this slide. Not that they others are letting it slide 😭 mfs went OFF, really came for them huh. And they just let it happen because they both know that the other two are right 💀

Also let Camilo have access to spray paint <333 don't withhold his supply, let him do graffiti❗ Also iPods. Omg i think my cousin had one and she gave it to me when i was like 8 or 9 😭 but their taste in music is peak, especially wit that R&B and Y2K 🦅🦅🦅

W to Antonio for being an independent kid, L for Alma and Isabela for obvious reasons

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #encanto Camilo #encanto dolores #across the spiderverse #spiderwoman au

[hiraeth-witch-11]

Bond to Happen Part 10

Part 10: Only One Bed

Warnings: thunderstorm, anxiety, mild flashback

Word Count: 3900ish

“C’mon, Frank. You’re backing out of our deal!” You grouse.

“I’ll make it up to you, kid, but plans changed and Bill needs me to stay behind and supervise some of the new recruits,” Frank explains the last minute change in site check.

You lean back and see that Billy’s door is open as he packs up his laptop.

“William,” you whine. “Did Frank ask to get out of going today so he can avoid paying up?”

“Sorry, sweetheart, Josie’s got the flu and we need an extra pair of hands here while we’re gone,” he says, walking into the hallway.

“Alright,” you accept, pouting. 

“What did he promise you?” Billy asks, amused.

“Control of the music for the drive there and back,” you share.

“Damn, Castle, are you sure you didn’t get Josie sick to get out of this?” He teases.

“Hey, my taste in music isn’t that bad. Taylor Swift is a lyrical genius. Frank just refuses to listen to music from this century.”

“Tell you what, since you’re driving with me now, you can control the music on the way there, but I get veto power and no promises for the drive back,” Billy says sternly, pointing his finger at you.

“Yay!” You exclaim, giving a little jump before practically skipping down the hallway towards the elevator.

“You realize what you’ve done, right Russo?” Frank asks incredulously as they lag behind.

“She gets nervous on these trips sometimes, if it makes her feel better, I can suffer through Taylor Swift and the entire Moana soundtrack,” Billy says.

“She’s actually moved on to the Encanto one now,” Frank warns.

“Great,” Billy responds wryly as they catch up to you right when the elevator doors open.

You are ready to go and get it over with, but Billy ends up having to handle a few things first, and then it’s almost lunch time and he insists the two of you eat before you go, which takes longer than it should, and then you somehow spill your coffee all over yourself and have to go back to your apartment to rinse of and change because Billy says you should be comfortable especially with a long drive. By the time you finally get on the road, it’s well into the afternoon. The two of you are lucky that the real estate agent is fine with your tardiness. It’s too late in the day for him to give you a tour so he just tells you where to find the key and asks you to lock up when you are done.

“This will be fun,” you grin as you chuck your purse into the backseat. True to everyone’s expectations, you play Taylor Swift and various Disney songs for almost the entire drive, giggling when Billy makes a face or rolls his eyes at your antics. In your defense, you had a lot of nervous energy and dramatically reenacting ‘We Don’t Talk About Bruno’ helped focus some of it.

“I’ll give you a break from my caterwauling,” you decide, turning the music down.

“You’re fine, sweetheart, sing as loud as you want. You ever heard Frankie sing?” Billy asks, smiling softly.

“No, is he any good?”

“No, he’s not,” Billy answers, shaking his head with a grin.

“What about you?” You ask, curious, eyes fixed onto his face as he focuses on the road. Something flickers across his face, an emotion you can’t name before it’s gone. 

“I don’t sing,” he confesses.

“Ever?”

“Nope.”

“Damn, what do you like to do, then?”

Billy grins lasciviously. You interrupt him before he can speak. “A real answer, Russo,

I’ve seen enough women coming to and from your apartment to know you’re a rake.”

“A rake, huh?” He asks, shooting a look at you. You shrug.

“I figure it’s a more polite term.” You shrug.

“Fine, fine, gimme a second to think of another answer,” he sighs. After a minute or two he admits, “I like to read sometimes.”

“What’s your favorite book?”

“The Picture of Dorian Gray,” he answers.

“I’ve only ever watched the movie,” you profess.

“The book’s always better than the movie, Blue,” he says, clicking his tongue at you.

“I’m sure it is, it’s just not really the sort of book I usually read.”

“What is?” 

“The official answer is going to be fantasy romance,” you declare.

“And the unofficial one?” Billy asks with a sly grin on his face.

“Nope, we are sticking with the official answer.”

His grin widens and now you’re wondering if he actually knows what ‘oh yeah, I just read fantasy romance’ is code for.

“You aren’t even gonna tell me the last book you read?” He feigns offense. 

“I’ve been going through the ‘A Court of Rose and Thorns’ series,” you confess. 

“Faerie porn?” He laughs.

“How do you even know what that is?”

He shrugs. “Never read it, but I’ve been told about it.”

“By who?” You ask, narrowing your eyes.

“Probably some of the women you’ve seen going to and from my apartment,” he teases.

“Ew.” You say, wrinkling your nose. “You can barely call it porn. It’s not even that smutty, mid level at best.”

“Oh really, sweetheart? What books would you consider ‘smutty’ enough for you?”

You rub a hand over your face as you blush. “I’m gonna stop talking now since I’m just digging myself in deeper.”

Billy lets it go for a moment and you think you’re in the clear when he says, “So I’m guessing you have kindle unlimited too, then.”

You huff at the smug look on his face. “You know too much, Russo, you’re a menace to women everywhere.”

“Only to the ones that ask nicely.” He winks and you groan in annoyance.

******

“This wall is problematic,” you tell Billy. “You should have someone look at it, I think there’s some structural integrity issues that won’t show up initially but may be a problem within the next few years.”

Billy nods and adds your comments to his notes. The sky is dark outside, though you know the sun had only just begun to set. Gray clouds have blocked out the sun and it’s been raining softly with the occasional far off clap of thunder.

“Also the owners are going to hype it up if you make an offer like they have a bunch of people interested in it. They don’t, only a couple of people have even looked at it this year and no one’s asked about renting or purchasing it.”

“What would I do without you?” Billy asks.

“Literally, just fine. You’d figure all of this out eventually, I just tell you a little sooner,” you say dryly. It was true of most of what you saw for your job, most of it he and he team would either find out eventually or would be easily prepared to handle. Only occasionally did you give them a pivotal piece of information. Sometimes you wonder why he kept you in your position, especially with how well he pays you.

“Well then, you save me a whole lotta time,” Billy insists, shoving his hands in his pockets. “You ready to get outta here?”

“Yeah, I don’t think there’s anything else I can tell you right now,” you admit.

“Maybe we can grab food on the way back, I’m starving.”

“That sounds like a g-” a loud crack of thunder interrupts you and you let out an involuntary shriek. You feel your face redden at your reaction, even as you feel your heart continue to pound painfully in your chest from the jolt to your senses. “Sorry, I was going to say that sounds like a good idea.”

Billy’s watching you curiously and you’re not sure what to make of it.

“Not a fan of storms, huh?” He asks.

You shake your head. “Not unless I’m in my bed and they’re a bit farther off. The thunder gets too loud for me.” Not to mention the sheer energy thunderstorms had. It always makes your hair stand on end and the back of your neck prickle. You used to love them, but now your most prominent memory of a thunderstorm is one of the worst nights of your life.

The two of you move through the building as the rain comes down more heavily against the windows. You reach the exit and it’s positively pouring.

“Bet you’re regretting that fancy suit right now,” you tease to cover your nerves. Billy continues to eye you with that strange look in his eyes, a little too analytical for your comfort.

“Bet you’re regretting not bringing a real jacket,” he volleys back. He’s right, your black cardigan may be comfy and long enough to reach your knees, but it’s not going to do much against this weather.

“Let’s just get this over with,” you huff, running out before he can react. Even with your head start, you reach the car at the same time and he opens your door for you, something you roll your eyes at. He slips into the driver’s seat, previously perfectly coiffed hair, now soaked and beginning to curl at the tips. You open the navigation on your phone and begin directing Billy back to the freeway. There’s a good amount of traffic considering the time, and you wish you’d had the forethought to try and leave earlier in the day to avoid it. Billy tries to start a conversation a few times, but you’re too focused on not flinching everytime you see lightning or hear thunder to talk much. Not even 30 minutes into your slowly moving drive, a traffic alert comes through your phone.

“Well fuck,” you say. 

“What is it?” Billy asks, glancing at you.

“There’s a pretty bad accident up ahead a ways, the road crumbled in a few places from the rain and caused a 7 car pile up.” 

“Well fuck,” Billy agrees. “Okay, we’ll get off at this exit and reroute, yeah?”

You nod, looking for alternative routes, all of which are currently congested with people who had the same idea. “Traffic’s pretty bad on the long way home. There are a couple back roads around it, but the advisory says to avoid them cuz they’re prone to flooding.”

Another peal of thunder punctuates your words and your hands jerk up to cover your ears as your eyes squeeze tightly shut. When it passes, you force your body to relax. Billy’s focused on the road as he takes the exit to a small town that you can barely make out through the rain. But you catch him glancing at you with concern. You don’t know how Billy can see enough to drive and the thought makes your muscles tense more with fear. He pulls into a fast food parking lot and parks, before taking your phone and checking the routes.

“Are you able to see a good way home?” He asks, turning towards you in his seat. You try, you really do. But you’re a bit drained from earlier and your body is so tense from the near constant thunder, that you can only see images from the storm.

“I can’t focus enough to see anything but the storm. I’m sorry, Russo, I should’ve noticed it before we left or at least checked this morning.”

“It’s okay, I know your sight’s not an exact science and you’re probably already exhausted from the week we’ve had. It ain’t your fault,” he reassures you. You nod robotically at his words, not really sure if you believe them. If something happened and he ended up getting hurt because you were too tired to see, you don’t know if you could forgive yourself.

Billy runs a hand through his hair and hums in thought. “I have an idea, but I don’t know if you’re gonna like it, so the decision is yours.”

“Okay, hit me,” you say as you try to smile through the anxiety still caught in your chest.

“The freeway is going to be backed up for hours with how bad that crash is and it looks like the asphalt is still continuing to crumble. There is a back road that might work, but this car isn’t really made to deal with any potential mud or flooding and we might end up getting stuck out there somewhere until the storm clears.

“My idea is we stop here for the night or until things clear up, there’s a hotel down the street. We can grab a room and watch some shitty TV while we wait, maybe get some rest. It’s up to you.”

You consider it. You don’t like sleeping in new places for obvious reasons and hotels are usually more densely populated than your apartment building which would make it near impossible to rest under normal conditions. But if you were close to Billy, his aura would probably be a buffer for most of it. And you really don’t want to spend hours more out in the storm tonight.

“I’d be okay with that,” you admit.

*****

“It could be worse,” you say as you look at the full sized and single gray arm chair in the corner. Billy drops his duffle onto the ground by the bed. He keeps a back up bag in the trunk of all his cars just in case. It has some extra clothes, first aid, some MRE’s, guns and ammo (which he kept in the car, he only brought in the gun he always carries on him), and a few knives.

“There isn’t even a couch,” Billy laments, rubbing his hand over his face.

“But there is a TV,” you counter. “And a microwave for if I end up reheating this food in the middle of the night. I still can’t believe you ordered that much for me, it’s like you’ve never eaten a meal with me before.” You stuff another chicken nuggets in your mouth and hum happily.

He rolls his eyes at you and loosens his tie, a motion your eyes track closely and you swallow. “I’ve seen you eat after readings, I’ve learned it’s better to have extra than not enough.”

“Good point. No one is fun when they’re hangry.” You set down the bag of food and pull off your cardigan, it’s soaked through after the two of you had to park on the far end of the hotel lot and run through the rain again. Your lilac colored shirt sticks to your skin and you hope you chose to wear a white bra this morning, but you can’t remember for sure. Billy reaches into his duffle and tosses a bundle of red and gray fabric at you. You catch it before it can hit the ground and look at him questioningly.

“I figured you might want something dry to wear,” he says and you notice him looking very pointedly away from you. You look down at yourself. Looks like you had chosen your black bra this morning. You really hadn't expected this shirt to become so sheer when wet. 

You thank him and quickly move to the bathroom, shucking your soaked clothes, including your bra which is almost as soaked as your shirt and currently rubbing your skin raw. You towel dry your hair, grateful to remove some of the excess moisture, before getting dressed. The clothes smell like Billy, something slightly spicy sweet, sandalwood, and hints of the scent of his ridiculously expensive hair products. You like it more than you want to admit.

You pull on the red henley, it’s a bit big on you, especially in the sleeves, but it’s soft and comfortable. The gray sweatpants, on the other hand, have to be rolled up several times so they don’t drag on the floor. You trade places with Billy so he can change as well. While you wait, you choose a side of the bed and settle down. Flicking on the TV and surfing through the channels. 

Billy comes out and you do a double take. You swear his black t-shirt is a size too small because it leaves very little to the imagination. He’s wearing matching black sweats, something you take note of before quickly averting your eyes. Thinking about Billy Russo in sweatpants was not going to lead to anything good. But he moves around to your side of the bed, partially obscuring your view of the TV.

“Move over,” he orders.

“What, why?” You ask, confused. You’d already settled in and gotten comfortable, legs tucked underneath you, arms wrapped around an extra pillow.

“So I’m closer to the door, now move,” he says, gesturing with his hands.

You roll your eyes. “If it’s that important to you, then alright.” You shuffle over to the other side and he takes your spot.

“It’s a force of habit,”

“Frank usually sleeps farthest from the door, something about having more reaction time. I thought you’d do the same,” you explain.

“If I was alone, sure,” he shrugs, stealing the remote.

“Rude, I was still using that.” You don’t really mind though, you’re tired and don’t care what’s on. “What’s the difference? With where you sleep, I mean.”

“This way, if someone came in, they’d reach me before you,” he says.

“Oh.” You think it’s a nice sentiment, though you doubt anyone is going to attack you in the middle of a storm at some random hotel. Even so, it reminds you of your mom and dad. Looking back, you remember how he always slept closest to the door, always walked on the sidewalk closer to the street. Little things that didn’t seem like much at the time, but just reinforced how much he loved your mom. It made your chest ache to think about. Sometimes you miss them so much, even with how they treated you at the end, even with how angry you are at them.

Billy turns on some sort of discovery channel show and sets the remote down on the nightstand. You notice that he’s scooted as far towards the edge of the bed as possible, but even with that, his shoulders are broad enough and the bed is small enough that it’s only sheer force of will that keeps you from touching. You yawn, turning off the lamp on your own nightstand.

“You don’t have to sit like that on my account, Bill.” You yawn again, exhaustion fully hitting you as your adrenaline high from the storm dissipates. “I don’t mind either way.” “You sure?” he checks.

You nod. “Mmhmm.”

You feel the bed shift as he relaxes a bit. He’s close enough that you can feel the heat from his body at your side. You are hyper aware of every movement of your body, every breath and blink. Billy is so close to you and your fingers itch to reach out and touch him.

A particularly loud blast of thunder rattles the windows and the lights flicker. You managed not to make a noise this time by biting your bottom lip hard and digging your nails into your palm.

“Is there anythin’ I can do?” Billy asks.

“It’s okay. It’s an irrational fear.”

“It took me a long time to get used to thunderstorms once I left the Marines,” Billy admits.

“How did you?”

Billy shrugs. “I forced myself to face it, any of the loud noises that uh triggered me, and eventually I was more or less over it. I wouldn’t recommend that way though.” He adds the last bit as an afterthought, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“Maybe I should. I guess my preferred method is to avoid things and hope they go away. It would be nice to actually be able to enjoy storms again.”

“Did you used to?”

“Yeah, I used to love them.”

“What changed?”

Blood, pain, pavement, minds full of fire. You push down the memories. 

“You don’t have to say if you aren’t comfortable. I don’t mean to pry.”

“I had a bad experience during a storm. Haven’t liked them since.”

Billy nods in understanding. The lights flicker and go out in another crash of thunder and you can’t help but reach out and grasp Billy’s arm as you startle.

“Sorry,” you say as you remove your hand.

“S’okay, you can hold my hand anytime you want, sweetheart.” Even through the dark you can see his wink.

 “You are incorrigible,” you complain, but secretly you’re grateful for him. That actually managed to make you smile just a little.

In the dark, the exhaustion hits you more fully and you stifle a yawn.

“I think I’m going to take a nap, wake me if anything changes?” You force yourself to say as your body tries to fall asleep. You’re not sure he hears you and you think you’re mumbling a bit as you sink onto your side, facing away from him and towards the window. You’re warm enough in his clothes that you stay on top of the blankets.

“‘Course, sweetheart, get some rest.”

“Night, Billy.” You’re out before you hear his reply.

******

There are many things that Billy does not like, many things that he even hates. Handsy strangers, cheap shoes, traffic, being called pretty, green beans, the summer heat, and sand to name a few. Billy adds seeing you afraid to the list. The urge to comfort someone doesn’t come naturally. He has had to practice and teach himself how to react when people are upset. Billy has the opposite problem with you. The urge to comfort you is too strong. Your trust is a fragile thing and this is not the night to push your boundaries. Still, Billy wishes he could wrap you in his arms and cover your ears until the storm passes.

As is, the moment he hears your breathing settle and feels your body relax into sleep, he lets himself reach out and brush his fingertips against your hair and down to your shoulder. It most definitely is not because he craves contact after the brief touches you have gifted him, albeit often subconsciously. It’s also not because he wants reassurance that you are real and safe by his side. No, it is neither of those two reasons. Billy does not have an explanation for why he does it. He does not have an explanation for why he watches you through the darkness as you sleep. Only when you turn towards him and lean your forehead against his arm does Billy finally allow himself to close his eyes and rest.

******

The first thing you notice when you wake up, is how quiet it is. Not physically quiet, you hear the air conditioner rattling on full blast and know the power must have returned during the night. Your magic is quiet. No auras buzzing for your attention. Just Billy’s soothing and steady energy. The second thing you notice is that your face is pressed against something warm. Your eyes flutter open and you’re surprised to note that you turned towards him at some point in the night, apparently going as far as to lean your forehead against his bicep. You’re too comfortable to move and your self control seems to still be asleep so you stay where you are, readily breathing in Billy’s scent. After a few minutes of peace, you’re awake enough to realize you need to move before you cross any boundaries so you pull away.You aren’t sure if Billy noticed your cuddling at any point during the night, as he wakes up and greets you only once you return from the bathroom. You also aren’t sure what to do with the burgeoning realization that you wanted him. And with your magic being so agreeable around him, maybe, just maybe, you could have him.

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The Perfect Finale Ch22

A few moments earlier, With Yin...

The Banished Maestro gave a raging yell. Not only did those brats manage to get the Bruno descendant, AND take some of his files and maps, but they had also escaped with the theater, and maestros in tow as well. He was SO CLOSE to getting back into the theater, and those HUMANS ruined it!

"Those stupid brats! I'll destroy them first once I find that theater again...They'll make good tests for Project X." He muttered. However...there was some good to the situation. Thanks to Prim being close to him when it happened, part of his seals broke from his eyes, revealing angry glowing red eyes from their seals, and allowing...some of his power to return. Sure he couldn't manipulate reality, or summon negative energy, but he could at least fly, and sense where the theater was now.

The kids may have thrown a monkey wrench in his plans, That didn't mean he could make it work to his advantage. He knew where those pathetic replacements of his had taken the theater...but he still needed to know where Wonderworld's heart was, or eons of plotting revenge would have been for nothing. But first things first: Getting Back into the Theater.

"Prim dear. Change in plans. We're going to pay some 'friends' of yours a visit." He said in a sickly sweet voice. The woman didn't respond as Yin uncaringly hoisted her over his shoulder, and the two of them shot towards the artic. The snow made it challenging to see, but then again...it wasn't that easy to hide a large and rather gaudy theater with glowing lights. He gave a Grin as he saw the theater in all its "glory"...the same place that Banished him long ago...

He landed at the door and almost instantly, he felt a painful shock that flowed through his body, as the seals reappeared. He sat Prim by his side before he put his palm on her's and began chanting. Now, the Catatonic woman couldn't very much understand what he was saying, but could feel a violent burn in her heart as Yin continued chanting. To the ears of a human, it sounded like gibberish, but to those who lived in Wonderworld...

"To the Wonderworld who Banished me. Who stole my power, and hid the Wonderworld that belonged to me. I come to say my lesson is learned, my grand welcome back is earned. For many years, I have roamed the earth, looking for someone of Yang's Worth. At last I find one, compatible for me, to break my seals and set me free. To the words to the Wonderworld Spoken, I remove my banishment, my seals now Broken. For time itself will stop its toll, I bind my new Yang to my soul.

As Yin chanted, a golden strand that connected his heart to Wonderworld rose out of his body, and connected itself to Prim. She couldn't tell now, but she began to change. She began to look less human, and more like a human/maestro fusion. She still retained her human skin, but her body stretched, as it grew taller and thinner, the simple dress that Yin put her in melted away into one fit for a performer. Golden swirls and fine fabrics clothed her as the Wonderworld Symbols were seen appearing on her body.

At the same time, Yin's own seals from his eyes began to break, each chip giving form to glowing angry red eyes, and his power slowly coming back to him. The wear and tear of his clothes reforming to become brand new as his feet left the floor. Once the last part of the chant was said, the last part of the seal had broken and Prim was now a maestro. Yin then began breaking down the wooden doors, as years of inhuman strength and power returned to him

Yin gave one powerful punch to the theater doors, the fine crafted doors cracking and breaking as Yin was grinning with madness as he saw the inside

The Banished Maestro had Truly Returned...

#Balan Wonderworld