#MAYBE WE DON'T GO FOR A NIGHTMARE OSCAR
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The Epitome of Okay
Request: can i get a christopher bang and #12. thank yooou!
Prompt:
12) Your bias needs a fake partner for a family event. Are you up for the task?
Prompt list can be found HERE.
Pairing: Stray Kids Chan x Reader
Genre: Fluff
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"Your sister hates me," you muttered, trying to adjust yourself in Chan's bed.
"My sister doesn't haaate you," he hummed from his pallet on the floor beside you. "She just takes awhile to warm up to people."
"She knows, Chris," you grumbled, flopping over moodily so you could face where he was laying. "I don't know how, but she does."
Your stomach felt hollow as you replayed the afternoon's events and how exactly the two of you had landed in this situation. It was nearly a month ago now that Chan had casually asked you over coffee if you wanted to visit home with him for his brother's graduation. After you had kindly declined, he went on to list the reasons why this was such an important thing.
Namely, that he had told his parents that he had a partner in order for them to get off his case about it.
"They feel like I work too much," he grumbled.
"You do," you had agreed knowingly.
Chan shot you a dirty look. "And getting into a relationship would help me take a step back and enjoy myself, but I enjoy myself just fine!"
"Oh yeah, sleeping three hours a night and being in chronic pain is a blast," you muttered, stirring your coffee with a straw.
"So you agree with them," he had smiled. "And therefore, you volunteer?"
And you had. During the ten hour flight, you tried not to think too hard about what you were actually doing, but Chan had made it difficult. Sitting beside you, he rattled off facts and memories of his family that he thought may come up in conversation that you should know. Granted, you were friends, so you had always had at least a surface level understanding of how his family dynamic worked, but now you'd really be put to the test.
It seemed as if as soon as you had set foot on Australian soil, the nightmare had began. Of course his parents were overzealous with excitement that they got to meet you, but his siblings? Not so much. His brother stayed pretty detached, while his sister could only look at you warily. You weren't sure where you went wrong. You had sucked it up and allowed Chan to hold your hand, let him put his hand on your lower back, and even kissed him on the cheek once. All things considered, you should've gotten an Oscar for your performance. It didn't matter if the simple skin to skin contact had repeatedly sent shivers across your body and caused your face to warm. You wouldn't examine that part too closely.
"Maybe we're not laying it on thick enough," you whispered more to yourself than to Chan.
"And how do you suggest we do that?" he chuckled. He rolled over to look up at you from his floor-bed. "More skinship is only going to make her make fun of us, Y/N."
"I'm not talking about skinship..." you said slowly, trying to gather your thoughts. "I'm talking about familiarity."
From the dim lighting of the mood lamps behind the bed, you could see Chan's face contort with confusion. "We are familiar with each other."
Taking a deep breath, you leaned over the edge of the bed to look at him more directly. "Physical familiarity, Chris."
"Why do those two words together make me blush?" he laughed nervously.
You rolled your eyes. "I mean, we don't act fluidly together. We're not used to cuddling, or holding each other's hands, or knowing how to act completely comfortable around one another."
"I get what you're saying," he nodded. "We don't know how to interact when we're sharing the same space."
"Exactly," you said, relieved he had caught up. "What did you think I meant?"
"It would be better if I didn't say it out loud."
You laughed, trying to maintain your courage. "Would you be okay with sharing the bed with me?"
"When you say it like thaaaat," he sang. "I'm not too sure if my first thought was entirely off base."
"I'm not trying to corrupt you!" you gasped. "Not like you need any help in that."
"I am the picture of innocence and purity, thank you very much." You didn't have to look at him to know he was grinning.
"Did those words burn as they were leaving your mouth?"
"Okay, first, rude," he said, finally sitting up. "And two, why am I getting into bed with you then?"
"I, uh," you said quietly. "Want to try something."
"Sounds not suspicious at all," he sighed. Throwing off his covers, he got to his feet, and moved slowly around the bed. Crawling under the blankets, he lay flat on his back, eying you skeptically. "Now what?"
"Umm..." you hummed, totally winging it as you went. "Roll onto your side?"
"Rolling," he confirmed as he faced you. Your bodies were so close at this point, it made the next action easier. Scooting forward, you nestled your body into his.
"Is this okay?" you whispered, refusing to look up. Your eyes remained level with his collarbones and you were going to keep it that way until you could tell your heart to calm down.
"Yep," he said a bit too loud. "Totally fine. Why wouldn't it be?"
You attempted to keep your breathing even, but it was difficult when he was breathing erratically himself.
"I...uh...I don't know what to do with my hands." His voice was a bit more rough than it had been previously.
"Do we cuddle? I assume you've cuddled before?"
"Of course I have!" he said quickly. "And I've had no complaints!"
"Then maybe, you know, we should try doing it?" you winced. You could practically hear Chan's gears spinning as he tried to sort things out.
Swallowing loud enough for you to hear, Chan wrapped his arm around your lower back and pulled you close, eliminating what little space there had been between your bodies.
Your face was now tucked into the crook of his shoulder, and god, did he smell good. Something musky with an undertone of vanilla mingled so well on his skin that you couldn't stop sniffing.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked quietly.
You were more than comfortable. You didn't know if you had ever felt this safe in your entire life. Chan had always been a protective friend who you admired greatly for his work ethic and morality. You had always kept any romantic thoughts at bay because of that. He was your friend, Chan. Not this wildly hot and respectful gentleman, Chris. You could never even fantasize about that side of him because it would never happen like that between the two of you...right?
"Very," you finally answered.
"I can see your point," he continued, his voice barely above a breath.
"My point?" you asked. Your head was swimming with every inappropriate thought you could imagine, not how the two of you had gotten there.
"How realistic can we be if we've never actually been this close? How can I act like I know how your skin feels on mine without actually holding you?"
"Right," you croaked. "This. Totally great idea by me. You're welcome."
You could feel the laugh rumble through Chan's chest. "Are you sure you're okay? If you're uncomfortable, we can-"
"Chris," you whispered. "I am irrationally comfortable right now."
"Oh," he said quietly. His fingers had began to move in small circles on the section of your lower back where your shirt had ridden up. "I was thinking..."
"I didn't see the smoke coming out of your ears," you chuckled.
"You'd have to look at me first," he said, a bit more seriously than you had expected.
Blinking up at him in surprise, you tilted your head back so you could actually hold eye contact.
"Much better," he managed. His voice was more gravelly than you had ever heard it before. "I was thinking maybe I could try something? But I need to make sure you're okay with it first."
"I told you-"
"No," he said finitely. "This is different."
The words you were going to say evaporated from your throat immediately. "Okay."
"Okay?"
"Okay," you confirmed.
"Okay," he repeated.
Tilting his head slowly down, the realization hit you. He was going to kiss you, and you were far more excited than you should be.
Moving your face forward as well, your eyes fluttered closed, waiting for the inevitable contact...until you felt the smallest kiss...
On the tip of your nose.
Letting out a surprise laugh, you opened your eyes again to find him grinning at you.
"I just wanted to see if you were really okay," he laughed.
"You absolute tease!" you groaned, embarrassment flooding you at his small trick.
"Can I try again?" he asked, biting his lip. You could see the amusement and hope bright in his eyes.
"If you must," you nodded.
This time, Chan moved much less slowly as his lips finally met yours. Catching your mouth and tilting your face upward just by the pressure of the kiss, you were surprised to hear a small groan slip from the back of your throat. Seeming to give him the boost of approval that he needed, Chan's hand moved from your waist to your neck. His fingers were a whisper against your skin as he chose that time to deepen the kiss. Pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, it was his turn to groan as he roughly let go and caught your mouth again. You had never been kissed like this. It wasn't casual and it wasn't fevered, but something more certain. Chan wanted you to know what this meant. He wanted to you to realize that if you were going to do this, you really would be. No more pretending. He was staking his claim here and now.
Trading kisses for what could have easily been ten minutes or an hour, you couldn't be sure, Chan finally kissed the corner of your mouth before withdrawing his face from yours.
"So maybe," he hummed, his voice the embodiment of positivity. "We don't have to fake it anymore."
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The Hallway
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
A/n: Whaaaat the fuck people. I started writing this based on Lizzie's Oscars look. It was gonna be a cute little not quiet enemies to lovers fic. Right? Right??? No! I just started writing having no clue what was gonna happen and now there's human trafficking??? And mentions of R going through human trafficking?? And trauma?? And Wanda being fucking adorable. I'm so confused. I don't know how we got here. But yeah the dress Wanda wears on the mission is the one from the Oscars look. Send help. Have fun. What did I even write?
P. S. I was writing this all night what is sleep. My noggin is tired.
Warnings: Human Trafficking (Wanda and Yn are saving people), Talks about Yn going through Human trafficking, Author doesn't know what they're doing and it shows, nightmares (mentioned), Wanda is cute as fuck, Wanda is a tease. (A cute tease)
Fluff?? Hurt Comfort??? I dunno.
Not proofread.
"I don't hate you, you know." Your voice must've startled her, because Wanda turned a bit too quickly with her hand over her heart.
You were preparing to go on a mission together. The first time you'd ever gone on a mission alone with Wanda. She tended to avoid being teamed up with you if she could.
You figured she just didn't like you. It never really bothered you too much. Maybe a little.
Until you heard her fighting so hard against a mission with you, and only you. She pleaded with Steve in front of all of the other Avengers. Natasha snickered in her corner seat and you wondered what was so funny?
You were frankly a bit offended that Wanda would rather pretend to date 'anyone else', for the mission. You could be a great fake partner! The best even. Nonetheless Wanda wanted nothing more than to avoid being around you. Going so far as to offer to go with Sam or, god forbid, Vision.
You were the best undercover agent they had aside from Natasha. Who would've been coming with you if she weren't so busy.
Wanda stared at you blankly for a moment. Tilting her head.
"Good to know." She nodded, going back to adjusting her dress. It didn't sound like she believed you.
"I spoke with Nat." You continued. "I asked why she would suggest that you came with me for this. When she knew you hated my guts."
Wanda turned to you with her eyebrows raised. You stepped forward and fixed the tangled tassels around her neck as you spoke.
"She laughed at me." You smoothed the front of her hair, spraying a bit of extra hairspray in it. "She told me you thought I hated you. That you thought I hadn't forgiven you for the Ultron situation."
Wanda winced, and sighed sharply. "We don't need to talk about this."
"We- we can though." You frowned and Wanda shook her head.
"Not right now. We have a job to do." She walked past you and you caught a breath of her perfume, it was floral and spicy. You liked it.
You shook yourself free from your thoughts and followed behind her, out the door of the safe house where your clothing and accessories were set out for the two of you, and to the car waiting out front.
The ride was quiet. You stole glances at Wanda as she stared out the window, her jawline fully on display with her hair pulled into a sleek updo. Wanda was pretty, in that unassuming way most people didn't notice until she was fully dressed up.
You noticed during battle. From the way she locked her jaw and sent enemies flying, to the way she would meet your eyes with fire in hers and you just knew the adrenaline pumping through her veins was similar to yours.
You'd never actually seen her on a mission outside of something confrontational. You knew nothing of her undercover skills or her ability to blend in and go with the flow while also keeping her mind on the objective.
So you were pleasantly surprised when you entered the target's party and she easily slipped her hand in yours. You glanced at her and she smiled fondly at you, leaning closer and setting her chin on your shoulder.
She was close enough to kiss.
"We'll make our way around the room and mingle for a bit, then we can sneak off, but not before we speak to Damien." Her accent was soft and alluring. If it weren't for her actively speaking about the mission, her breath against your cheek would've made you forget you were even on one.
Maybe this was the real reason you never worked jobs with Wanda. She was very, very distracting.
You smiled, chuckling a little as two elderly men walked by, eying you with judgment. They were just jealous, you decided. You did happen to have the most beautiful woman at the event right on your arm.
"Okay darling. Whatever you say." You led her further into the group of socialites and powerful figures of the underground. "You just let me know when you're ready to run off."
Wanda held her head high as you walked through the crowd. You really did look like a powerful couple. People you didn't know in the slightest sent you nods and smiles as you passed. They regarded you with respect, even though they knew nothing about you.
After all you were mysterious guests, dressed in expensive designer clothing and walking as if you owned the place. As far as they knew you did own the place.
It took only a few minutes before Damien Gavroche, the true owner of the establishment and one of the men you needed to take down, approached you.
"My my you're a stunning couple aren't you?" He smiled impishly at you. Nausea nearly overtook you just looking at him. You were there because he was trafficking young girls. You hated people like him with all you had.
Wanda's grip tightened on your hand. She was the only Avenger who knew why people like Gavroche truly disgusted you. You had experience with them, and they genuinely made you afraid.
You swallowed the bile rising in your throat and smiled brightly at the short, greasy looking man.
"Thank you," you shook his hand. "It's truly all my darling though. If I had been on my own for this I'd have no clue what to wear."
You kissed Wanda's head and she hummed, leaning into you.
"The thing is. I don't remember adding your names to the list?" It was stated as a question but you knew what he meant. 'How did you get in?'
"That's odd," you furrowed your brows. "We only had to present these invitations at the door."
That was the truth, you mused as you handed the slips of paper to him. You really hated lying. It just worked better when you didn't have to do it very much.
Damien looked at the invites for a moment then smiled, handing them back to you.
"My mistake" He apologized, slipping his arm around Wanda's waist to lead you both across the room. You felt Wanda tense beside you. His hand was nearly on her ass. You grabbed his wrist and moved it so his hand rested higher on her back.
Damien scowled at you as you did so. You sent him a warning glare back. You hoped he caught the meaning of your actions. 'Don't touch what isn't yours'
Not that you were actually possessive over Wanda. You were just playing your part, and maybe feeling a bit protective of your teammate.
Wanda leaned further into you now that your arm was draped across her shoulders. You let your thumb graze along her exposed skin. An attempt at comforting her and looking like you were truly a couple, you told yourself. Not at all because Wanda's skin was soft and you couldn't get enough of the feeling.
Before you knew it, you and Wanda were in a secluded VIP section. You recognized some of New York's most wanted lounging in the room. It made you nervous. If people like that were casually hanging out around here. What kind of party were you really at?
You shivered and looked to Wanda, her face told you she was thinking the same thing. This could mean trouble.
You tried to relax, falling into a seat with a small sigh. It worked until Wanda perched herself right on your knee, picking a flute of champagne off a nearby tray and taking a slow sip as she surveyed the room.
"I don't think I recognize you twos." A strong Brooklyn accent caught spoke up above the murmuring of the others.
"We're new in town." Wanda spoke up, her voice exuded power and confidence. It wasn't a tone she'd ever used since you'd met her.
You sat up, placing a hand on her hip and leaning your cheek against her shoulder. She draped an arm around you and ran her fingers through your hair.
Again. You almost forgot you were on a mission. Wishful thinking you guessed as you met the gaze of a woman with long white hair. Her pale blue eyes held something unsettling in them. Was is recognition?
She smirked at you and raised her glass. Did she know you?
You looked up at Wanda, she was already looking in the direction of the woman. She didn't look at you, instead displaying her jaw to you as she absently handed you her champagne and crossed the room to grab another one.
The white haired women shifted from the armchair she was sitting in and into the cushion next to you.
"What is she your keeper?" Her lips quirked up into a playful, if not a bit mischievous smirk. You laughed nervously.
"No, not really." You matched her expression, "Why, do you think I need kept?"
"No not at all. Quite the opposite." She chuckled "Beasts like you aren't meant to be tamed."
"Beasts?" You raised an eyebrow. "You find me to be beastly?"
"Only in the most interesting of ways. I can see it in your eyes." Her gaze pierced yours. "You're uncomfortable here. You'd much rather be somewhere much less," Her eyes wandered the room with a look not dissimilar to contempt, "sophisticated."
You laughed. "Something like that."
You sighed, glancing at Wanda who seemed to be struggling to escape a conversation with Damien and one of his associates.
"The social aspects of this line of work aren't really my strong suit. I'm not nearly as polite as my partner." You nodded toward her. "For example. I would've knocked our hosts head of his shoulders by now."
The woman laughed, brushing her fingers along your arm. Was she flirting with you?
You bristled, looking back at her before turning back to see Wanda stalking back toward you with a scowl.
"Uh oh" The white haired woman looked between the approaching Wanda and you. "Did I get you in trouble?"
Before you could respond slender fingers wrapped around your wrist and tugged you upward. Now, only inches from your face, Wanda looked much more intimidating.
"I think we need a break." Her voice was venomous as she glared back at the woman. She began to drag you away and you looked behind you to see the woman sending you an apologetic look.
Once you were out of view from the guards outside the VIP room, Wanda pushed you down another Hall and separated herself from you.
"You gave us a good excuse to get out of there." She spoke lowly, "not that I think you should be flirting with criminals while on a job."
"What was I supposed to do make a scene?" You were genuinely asking. Would she be happier if you'd just shut down the conversation right at the start?
"Of course not." She huffed walking faster down the hallway. "The girls are somewhere on the sub level."
"You mean the basement?" You chuckled.
"Sure" she led you toward where the staircase down should be, but before you could reach it she was ducking into a doorway and dragging you with her.
"Oof" Your back hit the wall and within moments you were trapped against it with Wanda leaning heavily on to you.
You suddenly felt out of breath. Then Wanda kissed you and stole what little oxygen you still had in your lungs.
It was a hot kiss, full of energy and passion that had been missing in every relationship you'd ever had. Before long you were gasping between kisses and Wanda was slipping her tongue into your mouth and you groaned, tightening your grip on her sides and pulling her closer to you.
It was all happening very fast. You hadn't quite caught on to the situation until you noticed footsteps passing by, you barely pried your eyes open enough to see two armed men walking by. They stopped, watching you for what seemed a bit longer than necessary.
Wanda's hands slipped under your your dress shirt and her nails traced your stomach. Within seconds you were much more focused on her than the men not so subtly enjoying your little show.
Wanda pulled away and pressed her forehead to yours to catch her breath. She giggled softly, not opening her eyes. You took the moment to study her. You always though Wanda was pretty, but up close and intimate like this, she was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen.
"I love you." She said it just above a whisper, so it reached your ears and likely the men behind her.
Wait what?
Her lips moved to your neck and your eyes fell shut again as you melted against her. What we're you thinking about again?
Her teeth grazed along a sensitive spot on your neck and you groaned. What was going on? You were meant to be doing something right? Where were you again?
Wanda laughed again, pressing a couple quick kisses to your neck before she pulled away to look at you. She looked amused.
"They're gone now." What? Who was gone?
You looked behind her at the hallway. It was empty. Oh.
Wanda pulled away and you found yourself missing her closeness.
"Let's go." She nodded toward the stairway and you cleared your throat, catching up to her. Right. Important mission. You needed to get a hold of yourself.
Getting to the girls was easy, seeing them was a different story. Your heart caught in your throat. They were so young. Younger than you were.
You grit your teeth. You were going to killed them, Gavroche and everyone else involved. You nearly turned around to confront Damien right away, but Wanda's hand on your arm stopped you.
"Let's get them out of here. We can take care of the rest once they're safe." Her eyes were compassionate. You held her gaze for a moment before closing your eyes. You couldn't think as quickly now, and it wasn't because Wanda was distracting you.
You nodded, "how?"
"The same way we planned. Sneak them out the back." She hesitated. "I'll used my powers to ensure no guards see us leaving. We'll have to take them in groups." Her hand lingered on your arm, rubbing your bicep soothingly.
You nodded, opening yours eyes with new resolve. You could do this.
You got to work freeing the girls of their binds. They were afraid, but you assured them you would get them to safety.
Things went smoothly. You were glad they did. You weren't sure if you could handle failing a mission like this. Soon enough the girls were free and being transported to a safe facility where they could get medical care and be returned to their families.
You were relieved. They were mostly untouched. You found them in time to save the majority of them from the horrors you'd experienced.
With the last girls quietly taken away, it was time to face Gavroche. You shuddered at the thought. You wanted him to pay, but you didn't want to look at his weasily little face again.
When you came into the room you were surprised to see the party was over. There was no one in the VIP room or out in the main area. You frowned, on your guard as you scanned your surroundings.
Then the white haired woman emerged from a previously unseen space, with Damien in cuffs.
"Thanks for the help." She smirked, looking you up and down.
That's why she seemed to recognize you. She must be S.H.I.E.L.D.
"So. Gavroche.." You caught his attention. "That's a French name meaning “street urchin” or “mischievous child”"
Wanda, the agent and Damien all looked at you quizzically.
"What of it?" He glowered at you.
"Nothing, nothing." You shrugged. "It just fits." You looked him over. "You're tiny and you look like you live in a gutter."
He grumbled something obscene in response. Wanda chuckled next to you. Then the agent spoke again.
"His employer is still out there. He narrowly escaped." You bristled at her words. "From what I understand you have a history with him. Preston Alexis."
You calcified. Freezing at the mention of his name.
"Y/n." Wanda touched your face, bringing your attention to her. "Do you know him?"
She knew the answer, but you nodded anyway. "Yeah"
"We're going to have you stay in a safe house. Both of you." The agent looked between you and Wanda. "Until we catch him. He's notoriously bad at hiding without help and his contacts are limited. We'll get him."
You only nodded.
The ride to the new safe house was a blur. In contrast to the ride to the party, you stared out the window, and it was Wanda who stole glances at you.
She didn't ask if you were okay, and you were grateful for her for not trying to have a conversation with you. You didn't think you could handle it. You were glad you had this mission with Wanda. With anyone else you would've had to explain your reaction to Preston's name. You'd have to relive your experience out loud.
You were curled up on the couch in the safe house. It was the first place you went after you got there. You hadn't moved at all in the time it took Wanda to take a shower and change into some clothes left in one of the rooms for agents to use.
The outfit was comically large on her. Large sweat pants much too long for her legs, with the waist cinched as far as Wanda could get them, and what had to be a quadruple x sweater that fell past her knees.
You would've commented on it if you weren't freaking out.
She tugged your arm until you were sitting up, and began unbuttoning your shirt. It felt far too intimate for the state of your relationship, or lack thereof, but you didn't complain.
After tonight, you wanted to be closer to Wanda.
Wanda pushed your dress shirt off your shoulders and you helped her get it the rest of the way off. Then she handed you a hoodie that was equally as oversized as hers. You put it on and chuckled. You were drowning in fabric. It was perfect though. Cozy and oversized in a way that felt safe. Like when you were a kid and you wore your uncle's jacket at the fair. It was a similar fit.
Once you were snuggled up in the hoodie, and sitting on the couch, Wanda turned on the TV and left the room. The screen was playing reruns of M.A.S.H. You smiled faintly. It was a comfort show, oddly enough.
You eventually took off your dress pants, opting to just wear the hoodie as a nightgown. You pulled the fabric over your legs as you settled back in just in time for Wanda to come back with two cups of tea. Eyeing the dress pants you left unceremoniously crumpled at the bottom of the sofa.
She didn't look at you, yes she glanced in your direction but she wouldn't hold your gaze. She'd watch you and look away the moment you looked back. You couldn't tell what she was thinking.
She handed you the tea and hummed quietly in response when you thanked her. You watched her pretending to pay attention to the show, and you were overwhelmed with the need to comfort her. Or did you want her to comfort you?
You thought back to what Natasha said. 'She thinks you're not over her invading your mind. She wouldn't explain why, but she said you're still haunted by it and I think she still blames herself for it.'
"I don't blame you."
Wanda looked up from her tea, still avoiding your eyes.
"I actually think I needed to see it again." You sighed, resting your chin on your knees. "You can't heal what hurt you if you black it out."
"You can't be serious." Her eyes were on you. You could feel them. You didn't look at her, because you knew she'd turn away the second you did. "You've had nightmares about it ever since we met. You project them a lot in your sleep."
You shrugged, "And I'll keep having them. Especially now."
Wanda didn't respond, out of the corner of your eye she looked mortified.
"That's not your fault."
"I read the mission file. Before you." She didn't avoid your gaze when you turned to her this time. "That's why I was so determined to go with someone else."
"What?"
"I- I was-"
"You were trying to protect me."
"In a way." She turned away, twisting imaginary rings around her fingers.
Within a moment you had crossed the couch to pull her into a hug. She hugged you back tighter than you'd expected, and she didn't let go for a while. You chose to enjoy the embrace, taking in her warmth.
It was strange to think only that morning you two would barely talk, and now she was quickly becoming a source of comfort.
Her arms dropped from around you, and you pulled away. "I think I want you on missions with me more often."
She looked surprised.
"I'm serious." You chuckled. "You were a genius. Even if I was undercover as a couple with someone, I wouldn't think to push them against a wall and kiss them when the guards came by."
You thought you might've caught a blush blooming on her cheeks, but Wanda turned away too fast for you to know for sure.
"I was just acting on impulse." She mumbled, sounding almost shy.
"Your impulse was great." You laughed. "In fact I don't think anyone has ever kissed me like that."
Wanda laughed out loud at that. "What?"
"Seriously."
"Not even Carol?" Was that a hint of jealousy you heard?
You and Carol broke up a while ago. She was off-world all the time. It just wasn't working out.
"Please." You scoffed "We never even made it past little kisses. We tried but there was never.. Passion. In the end we didn't really want each other anyway."
"What did you want?"
"Other people I guess." You shook your head. "I dunno"
Wanda looked at you again and you realized just how much closer you were than before. Wanda's eyes lowered and it looked like she was leaning toward you. Then she pulled away.
You imagined it. That's all. You imagined it.
You wished you hadn't.
What was happening? Were there feelings there? You thought there might be on your end.
She said she loved you in the hallway, but that was just for the distraction right? To make the guards feel uncomfortable enough to leave you alone.
But what if it was the truth? Slipped into a moment meant to deceive the guards. It was safe to say it then when you couldn't possibly think she'd meant it.
Wanda was looking at you with an unreadable expression. You were overthinking. Not too loudly you hoped. Could she hear you?
You wondered what Wanda falling in love with you would look like. She'd feel protective of you. She lost a lot of the people she loved. She wouldn't want that again. You imagined soft touches and gentle offerings of things meant to comfort you or lift your spirits.
You looked down at your tea, then back at the TV.
No. That just meant she cared. You'd just confronted something scary. She wanted you to feel better.
You were still overthinking.
Wanda was still watching you.
Your mind was running a mile a minute.
She sighed.
You found your thoughts pushing in a new direction. What would you falling in love with Wanda look like?
Would it be jumping the gun to think you already were? You had a crush on her before sure. Seeing her from afar. She was beautiful and thoughtful despite everything she'd been through. You could fall down that rabbit hole easily. You kind of wanted to. Even if you hit the ground hard and found yourself hurting.
"Do you want to go get dinner?" You asked, before you could even think about it.
Wanda laughed.
"We can't leave the safe house Silly." She spoke between giggles.
"Right." You nodded. "Wanna make dinner?"
There was a pause.
"With me I mean." You clarified.
"Sure" She chuckled. You both knew you wouldn't be much help.
You took her hand, pulling her off the couch, and you didn't let go as you walked to the kitchen together. It felt right. So you linked your fingers through hers as you made your way to the pantry.
Wanda laughed as you both took in the nearly empty shelves, save for a few cans.
"It won't be much of a dinner." She giggled.
You grabbed a can of stew and handed it to her, refusing to let go of her hand as you searched for something you could pair it with. Sighing after you found nothing with your first look over the cans.
"We'll make it work." You chuckled "Canned stew, and good company. Sounds great to me."
Wanda hid her face in your shoulder and your heart skipped a beat. She sighed out a giggle against your arm.
You just grinned and pulled her out into the kitchen again to find a pot to warm up your stew in. You searched through the cupboards with your free hand.
"Uh" Wanda tugged your hand to get your attention. "We could find it easier if you let go of my hand."
"So?"
"So are you going to let me go anytime soon?"
"Do you want me to?"
Wanda didn't respond. So you squeezed her hand and continued your one-handed search.
"Aha!" You grinned as you pulled out a small pot. Wanda laughed and took the pan from you mumbling something about you being a goofball.
You only smiled at her. She was entertaining your obvious silly flirting. That was a good thing.
Wanda set the pot on the stove and turned it on. She found a can opener and tried to move her other hand to open the can. When your hand moved with it she paused.
"Can I have my hand?" You looked just a little bit helpless, maybe conflicted. You pouted. "I promise you can have it back when I don't need it anymore."
You reluctantly let her go, and she thanked you as she opened the can. You sat yourself down on the counter and she smiled over at you as dumped the can into the pot.
"Do you just sit on every counter out of impulse?"
"What?" You looked around at yourself. "What do you mean?"
"Anywhere there's a kitchen. Where you can spend time. You-" Wanda interrupted herself with a laugh "You always end up on the counter."
"I don't know. I just. I wanna sit but I don't wanna leave the area." You rubbed at your wrist.
"There's-" more laughter as she pointed into the dining room. "There's a chair, several of them, right there."
"Nah I'm good here." You watched her crack up again.
You liked her laugh. It was cute. The cutest.
Wanda walked up to you, walking between your legs and resting her hands on your lower thighs.
"Now I'm really good here." You grinned goofily down at her and Wanda's nose scrunched up as she giggled st you. You booped her nose. You had to. You just had to.
She paused, rubbing at her nose for a moment before she smiled up at you. There was a beat or two of silence before you noticed the red wisps on the air.
"Magic huh?" You chuckled, glancing at where she was loading bowls she somehow found with stew. She wasn't even looking at it. The talent she held amazed you. How long had she been going through the kitchen while you were distracted?
"A while" she smirked and frowned in confusion.
"Did I say that out loud or just think it very loudly?"
"You've been thinking very loud since we got here."
Oh.
Oh!
"Shit. Okay then." You wanted to kiss her.
Damn it, intrusive thoughts!
A cute little laugh burst from Wanda's lips. She leaned forward just a little..
Then put a warm bowl in your hands and put a spoon in it.
You couldn't help but giggle with her in response. "You're a total tease!"
"You're not supposed to kiss a girl until after dinner on the first date."
"This is a date?"
"Well you did ask me to dinner." She shrugged. "Now we're having dinner."
So you ate dinner. Then you watched a movie from the stash of old westerns under the TV. Seriously, who stocked this place? Steve?
Then you walked her to the bedroom door.
"Goodnight" You smiled and turned around, she tugged you backwards by the hood of your shirt/dress.
"There's one bedroom. Where are you going?"
"To the couch?" You pointed back toward the living room with your thumb. "If we're still following first date rules, I'm supposed to drop you off at the door and go to my place."
Wanda giggled, then put on a soft pout.
"You forgot your kiss." She put her arms around your neck, leaning in close enough you feel her breath on your lips. "And I'm not above inviting you in on the first date. You're not sleeping on the couch."
With that, she pulled you inside and closed the door behind you. She let you go and turned to walk away.
"Ah!" You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her giggling form back into you. "My kiss!"
You planted a soft kiss on her cheek and pulled away, walking to the bed. You could play the teasing game too.
Wanda laughed behind you. "That's all you wanted?"
You omitted your response, choosing to instead pull back the sheets. She knew that you definitely wanted a proper kiss, but you were determined to tease her back. Give her a taste of her own medicine.
"Y/n" She tugged on your sleeve, and you turned with an attempt at a neutral expression, but just looking at her made you smile again.
She pushed you down to sit on the mattress and you genuinely squeaked as she settled herself on your lap, hands on your shoulders. She chuckled and you almost felt embarrassed, but then her lips were on yours and you forgot everything but the tingling of your skin as her lips moved against yours and her fingers slipped into your hair.
You balled your fists in her sweater and groaned as she bit your lip and pulled away for air. Your foreheads were pressed together again and you flashed back to the moment in the hallway. You would be thinking about that hallway for a long time, oddly enough in a good way despite everything that was going on there.
How could she take such a horrible, scary day and make it feel so good? You weren't even afraid anymore.
Because Wanda was there, and she was safe, and she was amazing.
"You're magical." You breathed out and Wanda grinned.
"I've been told that."
"You have?"
Wanda spun her magic between her fingers and waited for you to catch on. It took a moment. Or five.
"Oh"
Wanda started giggling. "Oh!"
"Hey! I'm in a post-kiss haze right now. Don't be mean." You pouted for about two seconds.
Wanda kissed you again. Softly, gently, and way too shortly. Then you were smiling.
"Thank you."
"What for?"
"Today could have been horrible. I mean yeah we completed our mission but.." You trailed off. "I was content to be terrified and you made me feel better."
"What are friends for?" She grinned and you pulled back, frowning.
Wanda only laughed as you lifted her up and dropped her on the bed. You started to walk away but turned around and brought the covers over her shaking body as she kept laughing.
You tucked her in, then kissed her head and moved away.
"Goodnight" you said flatly and started to leave.
"No wait!" Wanda was still giggling as she scrambled out of the bed and pulled on you. "Where are you going?"
"To the couch." It tried to keep a straight face but you were struggling to keep from laughing.
"You can't leave me alone in here." She pouted. "Please stay?"
Damn she was good at this.
"Okay" you turned around and started getting into bed. Wanda slid in next to you with a cheeky little smile.
"Thank you."
"What are friends for?" You grumbled and couldn't help the small smirk pulling at the corners of your lips. "Friendly friends."
"Shut up." She chuckled and pulled you over into another kiss. "You're so fucking cute."
"Fuck you." You laughed a little and she grinned.
"Maybe some other time." She settled herself with her head on your chest and flipped the lights off with a flick of her fingers.
"Goodnight Wanda." You whispered into her hair.
"Good night moya lyubov" she mumbled into your chest.
You smiled as you fell asleep. For the first time, you wanted to sleep. The nightmares could come, but Wanda would be there in the morning, and that was where you wanted to be.
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Rwby Volume 10 Theory (Rosegarden)
Oscar's gonna blame himself for what happened to RWBY+J. I don't blame him, but he's gonna blame him.
Cinder, predicted what they were planning because of Jinn.
She was able to ask Jinn, because Neo stole the Lamp.
Neo stole the lamp, because she learned the password.
How'd she learn the password?
Oscar used it right in front of her.
He made a mistake, and I think he's gonna have to deal with a lot of guilt. I mean, Amity Coliseum's at Vacuo. That all but guarantees that Qrow's in Vacuo too. Which means someone had to tell him his nieces are MIA.
There's no way that person can be anyone except Oz. Which means Oscar's gonna have to see Qrow take the news that they're gone. In a worst case scenario, maybe even have to tell their Dad.
"No more Gretchens boy"
That was the last thing Hazel said to him. And then almost immediately after, he's gonna think Ruby was his Gretchen.
Ruby's clearly scared to death she's gonna lose Oscar and have it be her own fault.
But Oscar's currently living her nightmare. A lot of the time Ruby's the one to make him... brave. And while he's clearly proven he can be brave when she's not around...
He still knew she was out there at least.
So, if the song Treasure IS a Rosegarden love song. And we can use some of it for hints as to how Oscar's handling this loss.
He holds out hope that Ruby will find a way back to him. And I think this'll happen because he'll ask Oz
"Where did they go when they fell?"
I'm not sure Oz will have the answer exactly but Oz has the most information about the magic of the vaults of anyone alive. And if he's not sure exactly, then Oscar will decide that I don't know, is enough to believe that they can come back.
Because he has to.
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DEAL
Summary: rookies are always the talk of the year when the season kicks off. This 2023, Oscar and you are in the spotlight due to your love-hate relationship.
Pairing: oscar piastri x reader
Warnings: none
Word Count: 695
Being two of the new rookies on the grid caused a lot of pressure for two young guys like you and Oscar. You had known each other for a long time, you had even been teammates in Formula 2. During this time, a respectful rivalry had been created between the two of you, you didn't hate each other, you were actually decent friends off the track, but it was true that when you knew that some F1 seats were free and that they could belong to one of you, you did not hesitate to fight with all your might to get a seat.
When Alpine announced Oscar as its driver, you allowed yourself to think that this was your chance for McLaren to make you its driver. After several negotiations and talks, you wanted to think that you almost had it, but the illusion did not last long when Oscar said that he wouldn’t drive with Alpine, and instead the seat at McLaren was his. Still, you didn't take it the wrong way, it was a tough sport and only the best made it to the top, plus the Williams team had offered you the seat of a Nicholas Latifi who had retire by surprise. So when you saw Oscar at the last race of the F2 season, you gave him a hug of feeling and promised him that you would be his worst nightmare when you got to F1.
And indeed you were both the living nightmare of the other, and of your two teams, who had to put up with the constant flirtatious fights between you.
It was fun watching you fight over every stupid little thing while at the same time looking at each other as if you were going to kiss at any moment. The comments towards each other during the races on the radios did not go unnoticed by anyone. But deep down everyone knew that the true feeling between you remained in a simple rivalry. There was no real evil in the way Oscar made fun of you when he outscored you. There was also no evil in you when you laughed at his and his horrible papaya car.
Today was race day. Both of you two had a good season so far as rookies. You were getting ready to get in the car when Oscar walked up to you. You speaked before giving him time to open his mouth.
“Look who's over here. Did you come to see me to get away from that horrible car of yours?”
"You're so funny" his words were brimming with sarcasm. “Actually, I came to wish you luck. You will need it if you want to score points with that blue junk"
"You know that with that "blue junk" I'm still better than you"
"you don't even believe that"
You fell silent and decided to speak again.
"Good luck, Oscar" this time your voice was serious and the smile on your face now had a touch of shyness when you spoke.
"Good luck, y/n." Oscar mimicked your tone.
You smiled at him one last time and turned to go find your engineer for the final preparations.
“y/n!” Oscar's shout behind you made you turn around again.
"what happen?"
"Listen, I've got something for you." Oscar seemed shy as he scratched the back of his neck.
"I’m listening"
“If I make it to the podium today, you will go on a date with me” His gaze was still on the ground. Maybe he was risking making a fool of himself.
"What if you don't make it and I outrun you today?" you tempted him
"Then we won't talk about this again and maybe I'll recognize that your car isn't that horrible" Oscar was excited when you didn't automatically say no, but he still didn't look you in the face directly.
He blushed when he felt your lips on his cheek.
"We have a deal, Piastri" smiling to him one last time, you turned and left.
Later, you smiled and clapped your hands euphorically as you watched Oscar receive the third place award from the top of the podium.
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I watched the The Rookie Season 6 premiere!!
I started it last night and finished it this morning and just OAUGH it was so good :D
I expected them to not figure it out for a while but I low-key love the way they did it. Because it shows that they (the characters) aren't dumb and gives some action but still keeps a huge mystery to it. Theory wise, I keep thinking of the Dream (nightmare) Team (Elijah and Oscar) but it's been like a half season so I don't think it's time to bring them back yet. Idk tho, we'll see what happens!
Also Lucy is going through it xD like genuinely she is and :(( but everyone (even Wesley xD) knowing about the clown thing was just HILARIOUS lol
Also after Tim said "maybe she just had a fight with her girlfriend" I was like "oh cool we're casually using a gay example- he's talking about him" soo as I said at the time, diversity win! The random person you're projecting your problems onto is a lesbian through you <3.
Anyway xD lowkey, I get both their sides, but I'm lowkey on Tim's lol. I do get being stressed out and just wanting support though, totally, I just think Lucy's going to realize she needs to talk it out with him
Also I'm glad for their development! I'm also kind of glad Tim's not the "instigator" (there's not really one but yk) of the fight since he's been the "mean one" a lot lol. Anyway I hope my babeys work it out (soon - I figure they will eventually) :((
Also this makes it seem like I love chenford and barely about wopez and I do love them but HUGAOAPGHY BABEYS I GOT THEM BACK <3333
Not much but I did :'D
Talking about wopez by the way lol
Also HALLELUJAH AARON SURVIVED!! HE'S OKAY :'DDD!! P H E W :'D 🥳🥳🥳🎉🎊😌🥰.
Thank goodness lol
Also :(( that he wants to help catch the guys that almost killed him but can't - probably for the best though :/. Just don't let it get pent up in any way xd. Also please don't date your therapist or have any kinda funky relationship with her lol.
Also aaahhhhHHH Bailey and Nolan (John just wasn't right) are getting married :D. I'm glad everything ended up working out (for now lol, that promo is scaring me xD I figure it'll be fine but just once I want an uninterrupted wedding, in anything, but especially The Rookie lol) <333. They're adorable 🥰. Also am I crazy or was that Mr. Kevin Kozner as the neighbor guy? At first I thought it was then wasn't then wasn't sure so I figure not but I don't know xD
Also poor Harper :(( I know she'll get through it but it just sucks. And it sucks that she can't talk to James about it (like not legally but emotionally lol), though I do like that they have differing opinions on stuff. It's nice to have couples that don't have all the same views, you know?
Anyway!! I didn't mention them but Celina and Gray are slaying as always <3. And for Celina (and everyone)'s sake I hope we catch this guys soon (but not too soon ;) - I love me some drama)
Also reminder that I love Wesley with my whole soul, thank you <3.
So excited for this season!! Especially the 100th episode, it's so great that they get one :D. I think both of those are gonna be really good and I'm just so looking forward to it :D!! This was an amazing episode, lots of good stuff all around, and I'm so excited for the next one :D. The promo looks wild (also AAAHHHHHH THE WEDDING!!! :DD) but so good and I'm looking forward to it :D 🥰.
This is gonna be a great season :))!!
See y'all later!! ❤️🥰
#the rookie#oasis's rookie chatter#chenford#wopez#bailan#whoops that's a spanish word xd#sorry besties#anyway!!#so excited#I love you all :DD ❤️❤️❤️❤️!!!!#byeeee :))) 🥰🥰🥰🥰 <33!!!!
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You know, throughout all of Ruby, I think it's become very clear that the line between heroes and villains is thinner than a lot of people like to believe. What's more interesting is that the only clear difference between the heroes and villains is the kind of support they have.
Team RWBY, for example, very well could've become villains in their own right. Ruby could've fallen into her grief, throwing herself into finding Summer or who would've killed her. Yang could've taken her search for Raven much farther than she did, maybe taking up jobs for information from criminals just to get closer. Weiss could've turned out to be much more like her father. And Blake... Blake was technically a villain until the events of the Black Trailer, but had she not left the White Fang, she could've given into her hate the same way Adam did, an potentially become more like her nightmare version of Ice Queendom.
Even team JNPR could've been villains with what they went through. Jaune could've started seeking power elsewhere or looked at other ways to get back at people instead of trying to be a hero at Beacon. Pyrrha was placed on a pedestal, never getting close to others to actually make bonds, and could've went elsewhere for the bonds she wished she had. Nora was abandoned, and Ren is one of two survivors from his village after a grimm attack.
Even Oscar could've ended up becoming a villain after everything he's gone through from Ozpin reincarnating into him, Salem torturing him, the way everyone treated him after learning what Ozpin was hiding.
And yet, they all had support in keeping them on the right path or keeping them from going too far.
Then, on the villain end, we have Cinder, who never really had much for support. Bullied at an orphaned, abused by an adopted mother, and given up on by Rhodes after she couldnt take the abuse anymore. Mercury was abused by his father and took the first opportunity he had to get away. Emerald had no one until she ran into Cinder and thought that was the support she needed until she saw the chaos that was being caused. Hazel had little support for his grief of his sister. Tyrian is mentally unstable, and while we don't know his full story, we at least know he was branded as a serial killer.
But they all had one thing in common: the support they found wasn't great, and their trauma has made them easy to mold and manipulate into thinking what they're doing is right.
All it takes is for a push in one direction or the other to cross that line. And Ironwood’s fall from grace shows that perfectly. The way he goes from a hero to villain after playing into Salem's hands, being pushed by his paranoia, being toyed with by Watts and Tyrian, doubling down into thinking he was the only one who could defeat Salem, idolizing the way she wasnt human... even the Fall of Beacon messed with Ironwood and pushed him down the path to becoming a villain. Every action he took with good intentions kept bringing him closer and closer to that line, the only people keeping him in check being Winter and Clover after he closed Atlas borders.
And this is why, at least for RWBY, I think the villains having the chance to redeem themselves, to better themselves, is important. Because at any point, the heroes can cross that line to being a villain and still cross back over to being a hero, and the villains have that same chance.
The only thing that separates hero and villain are the supports that they have.
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Ok, I give in
I might not be able to watch rwby content anymore (cause I got rid of rooster teeth account. Didn't really see much point in keeping it since I heard they were going down) but I've seen reactions and posts about the epilogue and the rwby beyond series and...I am unable not to talk about them any longer
First off
THEODORE 😱
And he's with oscar 😃 (I gotta see how he first reacted to oscar, I just gotta)
He looks so darn cool 🤩 also nothing like how I imagined him in the books 🤔
I kinda pictured him a bit...bulkier. not quite bigger but, ya know, brooder. More muscled. And I imagined his hair as sort of flat - kinda like how James was when we first met him - rather than a Mohawk (but I think the mohawk just makes him cooler 😏) also I don't think I pictured him (forgive me if this seems racist) coloured. But that's probably just a fault on my part. They live in vacuo, a place ruled by the sun, of course he's going to be tanned 😅 and I certainly didn't picture him with a mustache and goatie (but again I think that makes him cooler)
Ya know, looking at him, ya know who he kinda reminds me of
I said once that I thought Magnus bane was too beautiful a character (a book character mind you) to exist in real life. Well, it looks like rooster teeth is trying to imitate that beauty 😏😌
Also ravens back. So that's something
This one shot was honestly the only interesting part of the first beyond episode (except for maybe sun and Neptune knowing about oscar and ozpin) and it was also the shot that got me all excited for rwby again. After 2 years. I saw this and it was like 'rwby-fan-mode reactivated' 😅
But I think I saw the reaction to this on Tuesday, three days after it came out, and like I said I don't have rooster teeth anymore so I had to wait for the reaction to the next one before I could watch it...which for the reactors I watch didn't come out till Thursday of the next week 😶
But, since I mentioned Oscar
What nightmare? You not gonna show us the nightmare? I wanna see his nightmares 😕
Ya see this is kinda why I don't like animatics like this 😔 there not finished. They just don't feel quite real
IF and when 😔 don't think I like the sound of that
But on a more positive note
Happy boi ☺️
And hay, look at that, he really did change his gloves to fingerless ones 🤔 but he still has his coat 😶 yeah, you might wanna rethink your priorities for keeping cool there my boy 😏
Also
Daaaaanm
We finally get to see the vacuo city (emphasis on finally)
So exactly how long was jaune in the ever after for 🤨
(yeah, I'm still kinda tryna pretend that place doesn't exist and none of whatever happened there actually happened)
Nice ponytail tho
I kinda have a thing for guys with ponytails 😏
Good. Let's never talk about it again... actually that might not be so good for you 😕
does keep a journal too, is that how he knows this? I'd kinda like to see what he would put in a journal 😏
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Chapter 14
Jonah was woken up by a nightmare, one where he was still a child and had accidentally broke a statuine in the hallway of his orphanage.
Just knowing the punishment that would come made him so anxious that he woke up.
He gasped, making oscar, who was asleep on a chair besides the bed, open his eyes.
"What's wrong Jonah?" He asked, worried.
"Nothing...just a bad dream" he replied getting out of bed.
Downstairs Kevin prepared a cup of coffee for the three of them, but Jonah didn't even finish it before slowly getting up and announcing:" I'm going to take a bath..." before heading upstairs.
Both Oscar and Kevin found it strange, but maybe it helped him get rid of hangovers, they thought.
They kept sipping their coffee until Oscar spoke:" i really got to thank you for saving my daughter from that dog...how's the leg doing?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore, but it's probably going to leave a scar...also don't thank me, that's what had to be done"
After two hours Jonah was still in the bathroom and Kevin needed to pee.
So he went and knocked on the bathroom door, after less than a second Jonah opened the door.
His eyes were even more lifeless than usual "sorry if i took too long i...fell asleep" he explained before quickly going and locking himself in his bedroom.
Kevin didn't think much of it and went into the bathroom, when he finished doing his business he went to wash his hands and there he saw a drop of blood on the floor.
Kevin was confused by it, how could have it got there? He had a couple of ideas in mind, but he thought that he was probably imagining things.
He went back downstair and, seen his thoughtful face, oscar asked:" What's wrong?"
"I found a drop of blood on the bathroom floor and i can't really wrap my head around how Jonah could have lost blood, at first i thought maybe he got pricked while shaving, but he still had his stubble when i saw him last".
Oscars eyes widened "where is he?!" He asked getting up.
"I saw him going into his room" Kevin replied.
Oscar stormed upstairs, muttering:"not again...", Kevin could hear him banging on the pastors bedroom door shortly after.
For a few seconds Kevin sat still on the chair, but then realized what had happened to Jonah and stormed upstairs too.
The door was open now and jonah sat on the bed, eyes like the ones of a crazy man, pulling at his hair and screaming at Oscar:" just leave me alone! I'm just a drunk! I don't deserve anything, even to live!".
Oscar wasn't responding and instead looked at him with an understanding look.
He then spoke:"Jonah...try to take deep breaths, we love you and you know that, those things you are saying...they simply aren't true...".
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Meggy I swore I wasn't gonna end up taking it out of the pantry until later but this just has to come out (lol). Thank you so much by the way, because I think "Believe" is gonna end up being my favorite little Christmas fic (lol).
I was gonna have this be for Miles but unfortunately, Rhett Abbott has struck at this odd hour and a friend of mine and I have been going back and forth about this idea for a while (lol).
I don't know if you watch Yellowstone at all, but I can't get it outta my head that John Dutton, Royal Abbott, Thomas Rainwater and Thomas's friend, Mo, were all serious neighborhood miscreants growing up. So close were they, that when Rhett was born, Royal asked John personally if he could be Rhett's godfather and the man readily accepted.
Rhett, Kayce, Rip, Beth and Wes Redwood (one of my ocs for Outer Range) all grew up together and also caused a shitload of mischief in their own right. I'm tellin ya, these kiddos were absolute MENACES in grade school, so many noogies, titty twisters, Indian burns and games of "brain damage" on the bus. There were alot more kids in their gang, a whole bunch of ranch and rez brats that took to each other like fish in water. Since Wes grew up on the Nez Perce land over the hill from the Abbotts, he'd always get the feral kiddos from his neck of the woods to join. Perry was always the unfortunate victim of their shenanigans (literally nobody......I repeat NOBODY, will ever talk about the staple gun incident, lol).
They all kinda felt bad for Billy Tillerson because Perry, Trevor and Luke would always pick on him for being the runt of the litter so Rhett, Rip, Kayce and Wes all decided to have him initiated into the group. When they did, Cecelia swore the kids were having some kind of creepy ritual in the basement and regretted it instantly when she opened the door and found Billy strapped to the coffee table and saw Rip spanking Billy with a ping pong paddle and the kids all gathered in a circle around it.
"Roy! Ya'll better come see what the headcases did this time!" (lol).
One time the guys got all weirded out too when Cecelia started her spring cleaning warpath. Rhett went to hide at Wes's place for a good couple of hours but it ended with Rhett, Rip, Kayce, Wes and the other men of the house hiding on the roof with a twelve pack and a bunch of lawn chairs while they were singing John Denver's "Calypso." All Cece had to do was follow the sound of the alley cats screeching and she scared the shit out of'em when she jumped in with the yodeling part (lol).
Oh but it gets even better (lol).
Beth had bought a piece of real estate property from a police auction, thinking she was gonna get a good deal out of it, but when the boys all walked in there, whaddaya know?? It was an absolute floor to ceiling hoarder nightmare! Rip was in charge of filming everybody's reactions and they were absolutely HYSTERICAL.
"Oh my God it looks like Oscar The Grouch just threw up in here," coming from Rhett.
"Uh, why does that cardboard cutout of Carrie Fisher have a hole in it?" coming from Kayce.
"Bro this place is clearly diseased and needs a tetanus shot......maybe like three," coming from Wes.
"Aw man, I don't wanna know what I just stepped in," coming from Rip.
"I don't wanna check the basement, I'm scared a tentacle's gonna slither out and grab me," coming from Kayce.
But oh do the boys love that they can give Beth so much shit because they're the ones working on that godforsaken death trap of a house while she's in the office with John and Thomas (lol). Even Rhett's beloved wifey gets alot of it at work too (lol).
They will literally send her memes, tik toks and all sorts of shit throughout the day just to see the reaction. Rip's personal favorites were when they were demoing the shitty bathroom upstairs and he'd take all sorts of pics of Rhett making weird faces which in turn would become yet another "Elvis died on the toilet" meme (lol).
Meggy I'm just gonna stop right there because I know if I keep going it's just gonna get weirder. I was in a very, very silly mood this evening and just couldn't help myself, plus I figured maybe a good laugh was in order (lol).
aww! Of course Mary :) i really enjoyed your “Believe” fic & love that you chose to write it with Miles! Rhett my beloved :,) yesss! you can send in thoughts/thots about any of Lew’s characters! i’m not opposed & will read them all! besides Owen of course😬 but i’m excited to read what you’ve sent in !!
~ i haven’t seen Yellowstone! i don’t watch many shows honestly. i’m pretty boring when it comes to that haha😅 I’m gonna have to read up on it, but from what i do know about it & seeing how you’ve infused it into the Outer Range universe, it seems like it would be very fitting!!
~ of course Rhett was a little troublemaker growing up, i can so see it!! all of these little shenanigans you listed are making me chuckle & the fact that Perry was victim to all of it! ha i love it!! also love that they have this little friend group where they could cause mishap together! it’s awesome. Billy being the runt just makes so much sense & omg the part about them tying him to the coffee table & spanking him is SENDING ME !!! also Cecelia just yelling to Royal to come witness what these crazy kids were up to again is just 🤣🤣
~ haha i love this part about them singing on the roof !! & love it being a John Denver song too:)) not Cecilia joining in with them !! HAHA! Mary you have me laughing like an idiot over here just trying to picture this😭 also the part about the house & the boys just roasting the shit of it,
"Oh my God it looks like Oscar The Grouch just threw up in here," coming from Rhett.
"Bro this place is clearly diseased and needs a tetanus shot......maybe like three," coming from Wes.
~ these boys ! MENACES TO SOCIETY! they did not hold back one bit, i love it so much🤣 haha not them sending wifey memes & tik toks! also not the elvis dying on the toilet meme too help!! rolling around laughing over this!
Mary your mind! i swear you always have such creative ideas & your thoughts/thots never fail to make me smile or laugh! i’m sorry for not really contributing much to this, but just know that i really enjoyed reading it !! thank you for sending it in 🥰💗
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AND FINALLY sebastian and oscar being buddies please <3
Sebastian wakes up in the middle of the night, probably 2am, and he rubs his face, seeing the time. "Fuck me... Why did I have to have a nightmare?" He stands up and walks around his room, slipping on some sweatpants and feeling more masculine that day, so he slips on the compression shirt Bruno got him.
He walks out of the room, and makes his way to the living room and he blinks when he sees Oscar sitting on the couch, playing chess with himself. He notices the TV is on quietly, playing 'How it's Made' and going to commercial. "Oscar?"
Oscar jumps and he puts a hand over his own chest, sighing in relief when he realizes it's just Sebastian. "Hi... Did I wake you up?"
"No. I think the thunderstorm outside actually helped me get a nightmare, but you are fine." He looks around and strolls over to the couch, sitting down and glancing at Oscar. "Mind if I hang out for a bit?"
"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Oscar looks a tad awkward and he doesn't make eyecontact, focusing on the chessboard he's resetting.
Sebastian hums and shakes his head. "Nope, I'm not tired for now. How often do you do this, man?"
"What?"
"Stay up all night?"
Oscar bites his lip and shrugs.
Sebastian's eyebrows furrow and he sucks in a sharp breath. "Gotcha... Hey man, if we need to get you seen for it, it could help you sleep."
"I don't want to get Bruno or the others mad," Oscar whispers, the voice so silent, Sebastian was lucky to catch it. "I can't get relaxed enough to sleep."
"I can help, Oscar. Maybe playing a few games of chess will help you. And we can always share a blanket and watch some documentary on video games, yeah?"
The way Oscar's eyes shined when Sebastian offers that... it's a sight to behold. "Really?"
Sebastian puts an arm around Oscar, a care-free smile on his face. "Fuck yeah, Oscar. When the clinic opens, we can talk to them about the insomnia, but first, I want to kick your ass at chess." He leans forward and makes his first move. "Check mate."
"... you can't move your Queen to my King."
"It's a new strategy called Girl Boss makes Petty King her bitch."
"You are bad at chess."
"Good. Makes this more fun, yeah?"
Oscar laughs for the first time in a while, moving a pawn and smiling down at the board. "Yeah. It does."
#military oc#military ocs#sebastian chevalier#oscar cortez#platonic relationships#insomnia#autism#autistic oc#neurodivergent oc#thank you ruin!!#answered asks
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Did a full rewatch of Moon Knight. Even more enjoyable the second time. The film student in me still can't help but rewind shots over and over. What a journey, both raw and delicate at the same time.
Feeling "eh" about phase 4, I went in knowing I'd enjoy it bc Oscar Isaac, but it becoming my fav MCU thing ever was very unexpected. It's told in a completely different and often quite refined but still accessible and grounded film-making language than most MCU projects. They were able to go beyond the "oOOoo this character is traumatized" asspatting Marvel has been doing lately. Don't get me wrong, I love Wanda, I love Loki, but I felt like Marvel still played it way too safe with their stories which is frustrating bc they're two of my favs--lmao NOT ANYMORE, friendship ended, Moony is my new best friend.
MK has a really healing arc that reached me deeply as an autistic childhood trauma/abuse survivor who grew up mentally ill and suicidal, with no sense of self, struggled to maintain friendships/jobs/a life, dissociating daily, constant memory gaps, and can't even access all of my traumas except maybe sometimes through vague nightmares. I can't describe the terror of knowing my brain has literally walled off some shit to protect me and I might never actually know. It's this back-and-forth between wanting to tear the walls down with my bare hands and wanting to reinforce it even if it takes everything out of me to lay down each brick. Many days I wake up in my bed and feel like I have to catch myself up, and I feel so displaced and disconnected--I don't know what it means to wake up as me every day. I've come to a very accepting place with it, learning how to be with my incarnation and this body, how to care for it during and after triggers and dissociation. To be curious and soft with my traumatized nervous system's way of experiencing daily life is very different from how I lived for 2/3 of my life.
MK is really special. I wish it could have been even just one episode longer so we didn't have to sacrifice some things for pacing. But what a beautifully done show. Really hoping we get those deleted scenes sometime. 🥺 Oscar deserves every award for this performance already, I can't imagine what That Scene must look like.
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Here you go "Much more incorrect quotes later"
Duke: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine.
Selly: Marry me.
Stella: I can't take this anymore, someone needs to take me out! Jack: In a dating type of way, or an assassination type of way?
Stella: I don't know, surprise me!
Duck: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this.
Kay: Maybe we would, if you would sTOP BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!
Alf: Would anyone know any good vendors for professional-quality brass knuckles?
Jose: I know you’re serious, but you say the scariest shit sometimes.
Sonia: I'm not doing to well.
Jason : What's wrong?
Sonia: I have this headache that comes and goes.
*Danny enters the room*
Sonia: There it is again.
Oscar: So uh, for this party and everything, do you, uh...
Nova, sighing: You don't know how to dress for this, do you?
Oscar, panicked: WHAT IS CLOTHES???
Asteria: Why aren’t you sleeping?
Nyx : I’m too busy plotting your murder to sleep, Asteria.
Asteria:
Nyx : ...The nightmares.
Asteria: *wrapping their arms around Nyx * Awwww, sweetie-
Nova belongs to: @dooniicheezii
Asteria belongs to: @mica-mice
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idea for Oscar's nightmare. As we all know, the inevitable fusion of personalities between him and Oz is a legitimate concern on the part of everyone involved. So why don't we make things even worse and more unsettling by simply wishing our worst fears and future real in our beloved farmer's head?
So imagine the situation, one day, Oscar wakes up in his house, gets dressed and just hangs out with his friends. At some point, he starts to act more and more like Ozpin, and upon realizing this, he is instantly interrupted by a quick mumble of apology, but... Nobody got mad at him. No one thought that his behavior was strange. Like, Oz... Why are you apologizing? You've always acted like this. He looks away in embarrassment, because he himself does not understand what has come over him, maybe ... Is he a little crazy? Or the stress from the last events caught up with him ... And then everything in the dream developed even more strangely. The further the dream went, the more changeable and strange for him his behavior became. Oz wasn't even sure who he was. But everyone around him keeps telling him that it's okay, that he's always been like this. Absolutely everyone in this dream called him Oz. And it felt like the most natural thing in the whole world. His morning is going to be really shitty when he realizes he's dreaming about his inevitable future. And what's worse... He's not sure anymore if he sees much of a difference between Oscar and Oz. He's not even sure what the difference should have been
It could be so intresting to read.
#Call it magic or even something more but they instantly recognized each other.#rwby#oscar pine#ozcar#we all love to see how he suffering#i mean...#It intresting#our cute little boy oz#they deserve better then thet but...#hey#do you even imagen that happends if crue RWBY+Q never know about true?#I mean... If Oz say a little bite more information like relic that attached grimm...#or something like this#we know it wouldn't happend#Ot not intresting in seweral story but... why not think about this?#Hey. do you remember AU then Salem is good have a kurst of Oz. and then she reincarned in Ruby?#So. I have an idea. Like Oscar just find himself nearly from Vail. Being save... by Adam. He don't understand that happend and why his (Oz)#nightmares became true... Again.#he just wery confused at first... And in his confusion he see... Himself with J... General Ironwood#This is really traumatic for him. See how human that he must to be... at least at first being another person. Simular but definitely NOT OZ#Poor Oz#and yes this Ozpin bases his identity on the Ozpin who only pretends to be all-knowing#And again poor Oz. What it's like to see what kind of person he could have become if not for him...#So... our lovely littl Oscar doing first thing that all Oz doing at some point. He run away so far as he can.#Maybe he even meet this wersion of Blake? or someone else?#And his panik then he realise that here HE is a bad guy#But it is not all that bad. During his stampede he befriends the local Adam. They even become friends#and then Haven happens.#How bad can a reunion between two lovers go?#Only Jinn and her three questions in this sentries knows :)
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Pre-Finale V8 Survey Results
Thank you to everyone who submitted a response! I ended up with 598 total! Here are the results question by question. Shout out to the twenty-eight people who think Yang is dead.
Is Yang dead?
95.3% No, she's in turbohell for gay crimes.
4.7% Yeah, the show's renamed to Red Wersus Blue.
Where does the void spit you out?
41.8% Wonderland. Oscar's fairytale had to be foreshadowing, right?
20.1% A world made of memories. Ruby's not running from her trauma this time.
8.7% The Underworld where they encounter the spirits of the dead.
6.8% They're sent back in time. STRQ lore, here we come.
5.6% An alternate version of Remnant. Your AU fanfic might become canon.
5.3% The Old World full of gods, magic, and humanity 1.0.
11.7% Other
Some notable submissions to this question: The real world. RWBY Chibi. A Lovecraftian Nightmare. The home of the gods or relic spirits. Wonderland meets Dante's Inferno. All of the above at once. Nowhere, you just fall. Nowhere, because superhell spits Yang back out since she's straight.
Can Spicecream defeat Newspaper?
41.1% They defeat Team RWB... except Neo then betrays Cinder.
20.1% Neo bites it but Cinder survives to claim victory. She forgets to thank Neo for her sacrifice.
19.8% Cinder's losing streak continues and she falls into a bottomless pit for the second time.
10.5% Total victory. Cinder gets the relics and Neo gets her revenge.
8.6% They both die or fall lmao
How does team green conquer the sandstorm?
68% Surprise backup! It's time to see Team SSSN's and CFVY's new models.
19.1% ...or maybe a surprise appearance from the summer maiden?
9.6% Jaune, Nora, Winter, and/or Penny arrive to turn the tide.
3.4% Lots of effort and more than a few casualties.
Does Winter lose two shitty fathers today?
67.7% She cuts down Ironwood. Good for her. She deserves it.
15.9% Inexplicably, they both make it out of Volume 8 alive.
13% Winter sacrifices herself to kill him and we're robbed of a family Schneeunion.
3.4% Ironwood kills her and sheds a single regretful tear before moving onto his next genocide plan.
Does Atlas fall? How about that bomb?
45.9% Gravity always wins in the end. Hopefully Mantle finished evacuating.
43.5% It falls and gets caught in the bomb's explosion. Kingdom of Atlas more like Kingdom of Ashes.
2.5% The staff is used to keep Atlas afloat once more. So much for the evacuation plan.
8.1% Same as above except the bomb doesn't go off. Atlas and Mantle are left mostly empty.
Anyone dying in the finale? (Falling into the void doesn't count)
Nearly everyone answered Ironwood. There were many variations on his name including Irondaddy and Irondick. The next most popular choices were Watts, Winter, Harriet, and Neo.
Is Cinder on the path to redemption?
39.5% She'll leave Salem and fly solo, but idk if she'll ever be a good person.
33.1% Fuck no lol
18.2% No opinion. I'm not touching this discourse with a ten foot pole.
9.1% Redemption or bust. I'm all in on Cindemption and ready to gloat when it happens.
What's up with Penny's new body?
54.3% She's pure aura. Hopefully Cinder doesn't break it.
39.3% She's an ordinary human with squishy guts now.
6.4% I don't care, I just want robot Penny back.
Is Bumbleby canon?
47.9% Yes.
52.1% Yes, but I really wish they'd kiss or confess already.
R8 Volume 8
Average of 8.4/10:
*The next two questions were checkboxes, meaning people could select more than one answer.
Most enjoyed parts of Volume 8?
72.2% Character Development
61.4% Story and Overarching Narrative
41.2% Fights and Action Scenes
Other
Common answers: Animation improvements. Memes. Thirst for Salem. Everything involving The Happy Huntresses. Plot twists. Thirst for Ambrosius. Redemption arcs. Topical themes. Thirst for The Hound.
Least enjoyed parts of Volume 8?
38.2% Rushed character arcs due to cast bloat
26.2% Inconsistent pacing/tone
21.5% Characters make dumb or illogical decisions
18.1% My OTP still isn't canon
4.6% I'm a bootlicker and hate how they've treated Ironwood
Other
Common answers: Ironwood is a douchebag. Some characters not getting enough to do, especially Weiss. Lack of fight scenes. No Pyrrha. Not enough Team RWBY content. One person doesn't like Nuts and Dolts.
Ideal post-credit scene(s)?
Common answers: Yang waking up in Wonderland. Salem reforming. Taiyang and Raven. Side characters arriving in Atlas from Ruby's broadcast. Summer Rose lore. "Hello again!" And one person wants a full graphic Bumbleby sex scene.
Any final predictions or comments?
This was my favorite response so I'm sharing it:
"i would die of laughter if atlas fell and just as Salem regenerated she got exploded by the bomb"
Thanks again for participating! Any results catch your eye?
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I'm taking requests!
Rules:
send any request you have to me through the comments on this post or my inbox
I write mainly fluff but I can also do angst (it's not the best) however I cannot do smut. (I tried and it ended up as a shit show)
first come first serve
I write all types of relationships including x reader, wlw, wlm, mlm, polyamorous, and ships
I write for:
Dear Evan Hansen
Evan Hansen
Connor Murphy
Zoe Murphy
Alana Beck
Jared Kleinman
Be More Chill
Michael Mell
Jeremy Heere
Rich Goranski
Newsies
Davey Jacobs
Crutchie
Race
Spot
In The Heights
Sonny De La Vega
West Side Story
Riff
Baby John
Marvel
Bucky Barnes
Steve Rogers
Tony Stark
Wanda Maximoff
Peter Parker (Tom, Andrew, or Tobey)
Loki Laufeyson
Yelena Belova
Kate Bishop
Agatha Harkness
Dr Stephen Strange
Steven Grant
Marc Spector
Jake Lockley
Harry Potter
Cedric Diggory
Neville Longbottom
Sirius Black
Remus Lupin
Newt Scamander
The Hunger Games
Finnick Odair
Dune
Paul Atreides
Duke Leto Atreides
Stranger Things
Peter Ballard
Billy Hargrove
Eddie Munson
Jonathan Byers
Steve Harrington
Robin Buckley
Max Mayfield
Gareth Emerson
Argyle
The Last Of Us
Joel Miller
Ellie Williams
Jurassic Park
Tim Murphy
Queen - Band
Roger Taylor
John Deacon
The Beatles
Paul McCartney
George Harrison
Encanto
Bruno Madrigal
Camilo Madrigal
Dolores Madrigal
Tangled
Flynn Rider
Atypical
Casey Gardner
The Inheritance Games
Avery Grambs
Grayson Hawthorne
Heathers (Movie)
Jason Dean
Veronica Sawyer
Actors
Mike Faist
Laura Dreyfuss
Ben Tyler Cook
Sebastian Stan
Chris Evans
Tom Holland
Andrew Garfield
Joe Mazzello
Oscar Isaac
Miscellaneous
Woodland Demars
I might do some other characters/people if you ask me. these are just the ones I've written before
If you don’t know what to request, I got some prompts you can choose from below. Just make sure in your request to specify which prompt from which list!
General Prompts
It’s really not that complicated
Close the door
It’s three in the morning
I should have told you a long time ago
Why are you helping me?
You have to leave right now
Just trust me
I’ve been waiting a long time
We could get arrested for this
What were you thinking about?
I thought you were dead
You’re never going to let that go, are you?
Was that supposed to hurt?
I can explain
I don’t believe you
He/She/They was/were never mine, but losing him/her/them broke my heart
How do you destroy a monster without becoming one?
I’m afraid you’ll end up seeing me the way I see myself
He/she/they lived to be the greatest
Don’t ever forget me. Please.
The world stopped breathing that night
Everything here can kill you, but I can do it most efficiently
Don’t tell me to give up like everything is meaningless
I buy a personality
I screwed up
And maybe in the end, I was meant to be alone...
You’ll never see how toxic someone is until you breathe fresh air
I just want to go somewhere where nobody knows my name
All the memories come back, but they never do
If your treated like a monster for long enough you become one
Nightmares keeping you awake too?
There, there, it's okay, don't cry
Shh It's okay now, I'm here
I will always be here for you. Never forget that
Don't you ever forget that I am always here
If you ever feel alone, don't because I'm right here
I Literally Scraped My Knee Falling For You
Angst Prompts
Shut up
I can't believe you would do this to me. After everything I've done for you
Give it back
No.
I can't even look at you
You could have just told me
You're just a kid
I'm done
Stop talking to me
Stop coming back
I don't care
Please just let me go
Do you love him/her/them?
I can't love you
I used to think love was real
But in the end I was not the boy/girl/person he/she/they fell in love with
I always knew I would end up being the one who got hurt
If only I had spoken up to him/her/them the first day I saw him/her/them. Maybe we would have been friends and maybe we would have fallen in love. But I didn't talk to him/her/them and we weren't friends and we didn't fall in love. He/she/they found someone else. I can only blame myself
I tried not to fall in love with him/her/them
Can you please stop?
Why did you come back?
Go away
What you said really hurt
I can't do this anymore
I'm not fine. I know I said I was but I'm not
I can't love you. I don't know how
Help.
I have no choice
I had no choice
And with those words, he/she/they left
You're hurting me
You have to choose
Here. You can have it back
Kissing me won't make this go away
To think I trusted you...
I miss your smile
Don't you remember?
I never want to look at you again
You weren't there when I needed you most
How can one person be the source of so much pain?
You’re my regret
Watch me
Don't cry, everything will work out
Please don't cry, I'm so sorry
Fluffy Prompts
You deserve someone who values you
I've known you sense, forever. I can't imagine my life without you
We can't be friends anymore. I will always see you as something else
I don't like him/her/them. I like you
You're a wonderful person, never forget that
He/she/they has/have no idea what they're missing
Sure there are people out there who lobe you. I do
The lucky guy/girl/person who wins your heart will be so lucky
If it wasn't for you, I would be lost. I'm so glad you came into my life
I'd do anything for you
If I was your boy/girl friend, I'd pepper you with kisses and gifts and spoil you so badly
I've been thinking about you a lot lately
Are you jealous of (character/person)
Can you picture it? You and I together?
'Us' I like the sound of that
You always know what to say
My family thinks we're dating...
You’re in love with her/him/them
Come here
Love is overrated
I’ve missed this
Didn’t you guys used to be best friends?
#dear evan hansen fanfic#be more chill fanfic#newsies fanfic#marvel fanfic#harry potter fanfiction#atypical#queen band#hunger games fanfic#encanto#tangled#dune movie#jurassic park#west side story#stranger things#the inheritance games#heathers#the last of us
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Don't nah to me.
NESTOR OCETEVA. ┃ MAYANS MC.
❝ request by @yourwonkywriter: Hi, Aurora, beautiful piece of art, my friend, my love, marry me and god bless your parents. Could I please request number 6 of the Random prompts list with Nestor (if that one isn’t taken, yet? Thank you💖✨
❝ request by @the-radical-venus: Hey!! I love the new prompts it was so hard to decide on one I'm so excited! Idk how I'm going to be able to wait until January, Ive been waiting everyday for each of your November prompts to come out so I've kinda sold you my soul at this point haha “Wanna like— I mean, if you're not busy… We could get lunch, maybe? Or even just a coffee, if you don't have a lot of time?” For nestor oceteva? Preferably him saying that line?
❝ prompts: “Nah”. “Don’t ‘nah’ to me”. / “Wanna like— I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch, maybe? Or even just a coffee, if you don’t have a lot of time?”
❝ words: about 800.
Gif credits to my lovely @sonsofeorl.
Stretching your arms over your head and uttering a soft pleased grunt when you feel your back gnashing, you continue your path to the kitchen. It's almost lunchtime, but you came last night too late from San Diego and you need a coffee urgently. It has been the first time in two months that you've been able to sleep for more than six hours, after finishing the period of exams at college. And it feels so good to sleep in your bed. Almost colliding with your big brother, as he steps out from the kitchen, he leaves a rushed kiss on your forehead before disappearing through the living room straight to his office. It's good to be back at home.
“Buenos días”. You yawn covering your mouth with a hand, once Nestor turns around.
“Buenos días”. He replies, noticing the fleeting shine in his dark eyes.
Puckering your lips squinting towards him, you grab a mug from the cupboard about to giggle somewhat ashamed. There's something in his smile that could kill you in a sight, making you feel a little nervous.
“Good sleep?”
“Yeah”. Nodding your chin, you pour some coffee to your delight, not waiting to take a sip from your cup.
You can't help but keep your eyes on his at all times, intrigued, figuring out what's going on inside his mind. Licking your top lip, you shake your head expecting some more words from him. Maybe, something about his thoughts right now. But Nestor is just staring at you, silent, like a freak.
“It's creepy what you're doing”. You whisper wrinkling your nose.
The head of security chuckles, resting his waist against the counter as he keeps his hands inside the pockets of his dark pants, slightly showing a pair of colored suspenders over the black shirt perfectly ironing. Nestor rubs the back of his head for a moment, before hiding his hand again. You know what it means. You know him ever since and, even if sometimes he's very quiet, you've learned to read his gestures throughout the years. He's nervous. His fingers are shaking. His palms are sweating. All from a second ago, when you've walked in.
“Wanna like— I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch, maybe? Or even just a coffee, if you don’t have a lot of time?”
For you, it's so cute the way he has to clean his throat pretending everything is going normal, that you feel your cheeks and the tip of your ears burning. Kissing your teeth, you look at the way Miguel has taken a minute before, considering if it'd be correct to date his best friend, the only man he trusts in. Nestor has liked you ever since, but you aren't sure if you should hear your heart or the last brain cell alive in your head.
“Like a date?” You raise an eyebrow interested in his reply, and because of that, you can see how he gulps a little jumpy.
“A da— date? Nah… Nah, nah, nah”. He's lying.
Standing up and taking the last sip from his mug, he leaves it inside the sink about to abort the mission and run away. The expression on him lets you know he has fucked up at the moment you haven't said yes, simply.
“Don't nah to me, Nestor”. You laugh inevitable at the grimace of horror, not finding any escape route when your brother appears again accompanied by Álvarez.
“You okay? Looks like you've seen a ghost, brother”. The older makes fun of him, watching how he loosens the neck of his shirt by undoing a button.
“Yeah, everything go— good”.
“What's your plan for today?” Your brother questions whilst grabbing a small bottle of water from the fridge, sounding very interested.
“I'm goin' on a date with Nestor”.
Oh, the pettiness. Silence filling the kitchen. Your brother lands his eyes on his best friend; confused, perplexed. Miguel must be thinking it's one of your jokes or something like that until he notices the sweat on Nestor's forehead. Marcus laughs breaks the tension installed around you, shaking his head as if it was the funniest thing he has heard in his life. The counselor has to abandon the place, almost choking on his own saliva, flooding the house with his laughter.
Miguel just sips water, moving his head from you to Nestor, like when he watches a tennis game.
“Qué desagradable”. He babbles, imagining stuff he doesn't have to imagine. “New nightmares unblocked… I don't want to know… a thing about it”.
Waving his free hand, your brother disappears again not adding another word to his sentence. Nestor is close to a heart attack, trying to say something in his defense. But he has collapsed.
“I'm free for lunch”.
“Uh?” He utters placing his attention back on you.
“Lunch. I'm free”. You repeat, conscious he hasn't heard you.
“Ok— okay. I, uh… I'll wait for you to… get ready”.
If you’ve liked it, lemme know in a comment, I’d really appreciate it. Reblogs are welcome too, so more people can enjoy it! ✨
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