#that first picture makes me want to light myself on fire thanks
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Dancing On My Own (Tiesto Remix)- pt 2
After some pushback from the first, I knew I had to write a second part, and quick. this should placate most of you.
Summary: the aftermath.
Part 1.
WC: 2.25k
tags: @lakita-fisher @weeeeeeeeee3 @lilsmeaux @@morgana-larkin
You somehow make it home unscathed- you could barely see as you drove through your tears, your breakup playlist on full blast. You guess you’re officially done. With Melissa already having a new woman, you wonder just how much you ever even meant to her.
As soon as you’re pulling into your spot, the waterworks hit in full- as if they weren’t already. You rip off the jersey and hat that you wore out, not caring where they land as you throw them into your front room. You had bought a bottle of wine to share with the redhead that you fell madly in love with to celebrate getting back together, and hopefully a big win, but now that seems wrong to drink on your own. You reach for the vodka instead.
You don’t show to school the next day, calling out claiming that you’re sick. And you are. Your heart hurts more than you ever thought possible, and your hangover is killer. You spend the morning laying in bed, eyes rimmed red. The redness won’t be going away any time soon.
Melissa saunters into the school, happy that she hasn’t seen your car in the parking lot, and doing a little dance because her team won. She’s also quite happy that she was able to rebound with last night- even if she didn’t particularly enjoy the woman that she spent her time with. She much rather would’ve spent time with you, but… you were… are a Cowboys fan.
“Someone’s happy,” Barbara chuckles. She thinks she knows why. “Did you have a good night at the game?”
“I did!” Melissa grins. “I took this girl I met at the bar, and-”
The kindergarten teacher’s face drops. “What?”
“I wasn’t going to let the ticket I had for Y/N go to waste,” the redhead shrugs. “So I asked Lena if she wanted to go with me to heckle the Cowgirls fans.”
“Oh no,” Barbara whispers. “Oh, no. no. no.”
“What? I figured after Y/N and I, I should get myself back out there.”
“No,” Barbara states again with fire. “Oh good god.”
“What?! What, Barb?”
“I- I have to go make a call,” the kindergarten teacher grabs her coffee mug and heads out quickly. She closes her classroom door as she dials your number.
Your phone starts ringing far too loudly, and you groan. You glance at it and see Barbara’s contact picture light up.
“Hello?” you groan into the phone, just barely sitting up. Your voice is rough, both from the tears and the fact that you haven’t spoken since last night.
“Sweetheart,” your coworker whispers to you. “Where are you? Are you okay?”
“Home,” you grumble. “Sick.”
The kindergarten teacher frowns. “Sick? Lovesick?”
“Heartbroken,” you whisper, voice cracking slightly. “She was there with someone else. You knew, didn’t you?”
“Y/N, dear,” Barb sighs quietly. “If I had known that she was talking to someone else, I never would’ve told you to go for it. In fact, when she came in dancing today I thought it was because the two of you got back together.”
“Nope,” you pop the ‘p’. “She had her tongue down someone else’s throat.”
“Honey, I am so sorry,” the woman tells you softly.
“I’m not mad at you,” you tell her genuinely. “You didn’t do anything wrong but try to help me.”
“Can I do anything else for you?” Barbara asks.
You sigh. “Just… when I come back to work tomorrow, pretend I was sick? I don’t feel like having Janine jump down my throat.”
“I can do that,” the kindergarten teacher says softly. “And please know that even though the two of you aren’t involved anymore, we are all still on your side. You’re still a part of our-”
“It’s okay,” you sigh sadly. “I know that you’re all Melissa’s friends, and I don’t want to put any of you in an awkward position having to pick sides. She’s been here longer; it’s all hers.”
“Sweetheart,” Barbara breathes.
“It’s okay. I’ll be okay, Barb. Thank you for trying to help me,” you mumble before hanging up.
By the time you hang up with her, the students will begin trickling in, so Barbara doesn’t have time to go speak with Melissa about the situation at hand.
But at lunch, Barbara simply grabs her lunch and picks up the redhead’s that is already out on the table.
“Barb,” Melissa gasps.
“My room. Now,” is all the kindergarten teacher has to say to get her friend to follow her out of the staff room and down the hall, head hung like a child being escorted to the principal’s office.
When they get there, Barbara sets down their lunches at her desk and pulls a chair up for Melissa.
“Barb, c’mon,” your… ex-girlfriend groans. “What gives?”
“What the hell were you doing out with another woman?”
The second grade teacher immediately gets defensive. “Y/N and I-”
“Y/N went to the game last night… dressed in Eagles gear and ready to cheer for your team because she loves you,” the older teacher says sternly. “And you threw it in her face that you were done with her and already moved on.”
“She- what?”
“She spent close to a thousand dollars on sports gear last week to try to win you back. She wore Phillies gear, she wore Flyers apparel, she wore a Sixers sweatshirt, she even wore a jersey from the Union, and on Friday, she wore Kelly green to show you that she’s in Philly now.”
“Didn’t show up in a Hurts or Kelce jersey though,” Melissa rolls her eyes.
“Because she was saving that for last night when she was going to win you back with the ticket that she managed to get next to you!”
Melissa’s face drops. “She- fuck.”
“She’s not sick. She’s heartbroken right now.”
The redhead bites her lip. “I fucked up takin’ Lena, didn’t I?”
Barbara nods. “She was crying when I called, and she told me she was heartbroken to see you with some other girl’s tongue down your throat.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah,” the kindergarten teacher nods. “That word.”
Melissa breathes out heavily. “Do you…” she shakes her head. “She’s still a Cowboys fan.”
“Melissa Ann, you love her. She loves you. She’s perfect aside from that one fact, and when she tried explaining herself to you at school, you wouldn’t let her get a word out. Hear her out, and even then… if she does love the Cowboys, are you really going to let something as trivial as a sports team rivalry come between you and the one person that you love?”
“I…” the redhead bites her lip. “Do you think I have a chance at winning her back?”
At that, the kindergarten teacher shrugs. “You’ll never know if you don’t try… although, I would end things with this new woman you were making out with last night.”
The end of the day could not come sooner for the second grade teacher. She’s debated texting you or calling you, but she feels this is something that she has to do in person.
So as soon as she’s finished for the day, she runs out. She leaves her lunch bag in the staff room, doesn’t wait for her work wife; she just books it. She’s tearing out of the school parking lot in the direction of your apartment complex.
The entire drive over, she’s preparing what she’s going to say to you, but once she’s standing on the door mat that you have sitting outside your front door, it all leaves her brain. She knocks a few times before stepping back.
Who the hell is at your door? Could it be Barbara checking on you? Or maybe she said something to Janine or Jacob, and they’re here to make sure that you’re okay? With a groan, you sit up and stand from the couch. You’ve been sitting there for so long wallowing in your self pity that you leave an indent in the cushions. You check the peephole, and… why is Melissa standing at your door?
You open the door, not caring how you look right now.
The sight of you hurts her heart. Your hair is messily tied up, you haven’t changed out of your pajamas, your eyes are still rimmed red… you just look so heartbroken right now.
“What? Come to yell at me some more?” you try sound angry, but it just comes out pathetic.
“No,” she says softly. “Hun, I’m-”
“Here to break up with me?” you sigh. “You made it pretty clear we were done.”
“Can I come in?” she asks quietly. The woman sounds so unlike herself.
You shrug and leave the door open as you walk away. She follows you in. “I’m here to say I’m sorry.”
“It’s whatever,” you sigh as you curl back into your mountain of blankets. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be civil the rest of the school year, I’ll leave you and your friends alone, and then I’ll find another school in the area to work at.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Well, it’s a little hard to work with your ex-girlfriend,” you sigh. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind seeing yourself out.”
“Y/N,” Melissa says so softly, and she has her eyes trained on you. They’re filled with sadness. “I don’t want to break up.”
“I thought we already did,” you spit out. “And if we didn’t, I know you had your tongue down another woman’s throat last night anyway, so if you don’t break up with me, I’ll do it for you. Then you can make me the bad guy when you-”
“Barb told me what you were trying to do,” the redhead admits softly.
“If you would’ve just listened to me, you would know that I didn’t necessarily have a choice in who I rooted for when it came to football. My father, who is my idol and best friend so don’t you dare say a single bad thing about him, loves the Cowboys. He insisted on buying me the Prescott jersey despite the fact that I didn’t want him spending that money on me to begin with.”
“I should’ve known with you growing up near Dallas,” she sighs.
“But I’m here now,” you continue. “And once I talked to him and he told me that if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. So I did. I bought all of this Philly stuff, bought a ticket to the game and showed up in a hat and Hurts jersey, only to see you with someone else. So… it’ doesn’t matter.”
“Hun, I never wanted her.”
“Well, you got her.”
“The whole time, I was wishing it was you.”
You rub your temples.
“Barb told me she helped you,” the second grade teacher admits. “If I had known… I would’ve been-”
“Any time they brought me up, you shut them down,” you fire out. “You wouldn’t let me speak to you at all.”
“You avoided me too!”
“I was trying to give you space, and when I did try to talk to you, you shut me down and told me you weren’t going to date a Cowgirl.”
“How can I fix this?” Melissa asks as she comes to sit down next to you. “I’ll do- I’ll do anything.”
“I thought you weren’t going to date a Cowgirl,” you taunt her. “And you have your new girl now.”
“She isn’t my girl,” the redhead tells you sternly. “You’re my girl. She’s some random girl I picked up at a bar while I was trying to distract myself from missing you. The whole time I was with her, I wished it was you- I didn’t even sleep with her. She was throwing herself at me, but I couldn’t.”
“So what are you saying?”
“And then today when you didn’t show up to school, Barbara told me what you did and how she helped you… she talked some sense into me; asked me if I was really going to let a stupid sports rivalry get in the way of loving the one person I truly adore. The answer is no. I was… an idiot. An absolute idiot.”
“Yeah,” you snort. “You were.”
“So… I’m here, begging you to take me back. Please, Y/N,” Melissa tears up. “Please. Please don’t walk away.”
“Melissa, you hurt me more than you know,” you whisper.
“And I will spend the rest of my days making it up to you,” she promises you. “Please.”
You take a deep breath for huffing it out. Secretly, you were hoping she would come back to you. And the opportunity is right here in front of you. “It’s… it’s going to take a bit for me to fully forgive you.”
“And I understand that entirely. I was a real jackass. I’ll make it up to you however I can.” She pulls you into her arms and kisses your temple gently. “However I can.”
That ‘however’ is by having her take you to another Eagles game- with the entire Abbott crew. You wear your Hurts jersey, hanging off of her the entire night, and you cheer for your new team.
The other ‘however’ is by getting her to take you to a Phillies RedOctober game at Lincoln Financial field. When they play their celebratory song after clinching a spot in the World Series as NLC champions, you know that you’re no longer dancing on your own (tiesto remix). You have Melissa by your side.
#melissa schemmenti fanfiction#melissa schemmenti fanfic#melissa schemmenti x you#melissa schemmenti x reader#melissa schemmenti#abbott elementary fanfiction#abbott elementary fanfic#abbott elementary
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I know this won't mean much to y'all but after over 10 years of trial and error and practice and experiments my art has finally gotten to the place I wanted it to be since I was a small girl. I always wanted to make beautiful emotional pieces that i pour my heart and soul into that showed my passion with every stroke and despite being mostly blind I made it.
These pictures gain very little traction and get virtually no notice at all but despite it all I pour hours upon hours of blood sweat and tears to make pieces I can be proud of.
And even though no one understands me or my work (outside of my boyfriend who is the amazing light of my life I can't seem to stop myself from making them from time to time marking occassions only I understand but I always wish people would enjoy the art anyways for what it is.
Perhaps one day people will appreciate my work. Perhaps I will just be a blip in history that no one remembers or maybe some sort of cautionary tale about being autistic and having a passion that burns hotter then anyone can handle. Either way I am proud of how far I have come. Being mostly blind and autistic no one ever believed in me but maybe thats what fueled my urge to want to prove my worth to everyone by showing them how powerful my imagination truly is.
Even if it scares them...
Im not sure why I am writing this tbh my grandfather just died and I have been thinking about my life up until now quite alot this week. Where do I go from here? What do I do now?
My friends are all moving to live around me and its wonderful and crazy and everything is happening so fast. But I wish to push myself even further beyond.
Maybe someday i can make something that everyone can appreciate or atleast my peers. But for now perhaps I should look into new horizons perhaps maybe practice more on my aliens that I love to draw thanks to Outer wilds or maybe work on my animation skills so I can make moving pictures no one understands.
Anyways thanks for sticking around through everything if you have been here a while. The internets on fire and I am doing my best and if you are new... Hi I'm Pepper and I am glad you are here.
And thank you for everything
I started making these paintings after recovering from covid which I honestly thought was the end
I was so over joyed with being alive i painted that first painting of derpy and rarity and I have been chasing that level of zen... that high... ever since and I can finally recreate it consistently. Thank goodness
I was worried it was lightning in a bottle for a while...
Never give up!
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Rocker Stevie
Might be part one.
Diane: So let's set the scene, it's 1988, you're newly 21. You are top of the charts bubblegum pop princess Stevie Hendrix. You're married to top selling actor Tommy Hagan known for his action films and beach body. You just won two Grammys that year, and then, what happened?
Stevie: So, like you said. I was newly 21, I married my highschool sweetheart who'd reached stardom right alongside me as an actor instead of in music, which, honestly Diane, thank God for that. The man has no idea how to hold a tune, he'd likely make a dying cat sound like a siren. Laugh No, really! It's that bad! Anyway, I was fresh off my latest tour for Rainbows and Leather and came home to see my darling husband. I was so excited I'd been missing him, you know. Well, I walked into the house and what did I find? My husband, in bed butt naked with my Best friend and his personal assistant at my behest, Carol Perkins. To tell you the fallout from that was anything less than apocalyptic would be selling it short.
Diane: So after the absolutely dramatic divorce, you decided to change genres? Why Rock?
Stevie: Rock spoke to my soul, I wrote ‘I wanna ghost myself’ one night drunk on apple spritzers with my sister Robin, and her best friend Eddie. They'd been in my corner from the start, but Eddie and I always nipped at each other about our music tastes, then that night he picked up his guitar and started playing and ‘I wanna ghost myself' just flowed out. I was laid out on the floor by the ending between lighter and tears, and just felt so free. So like myself. And that was it, Stevie hung up her rainbows and sunshine and embraced her chaos and revenge.
Diane: So where did the lyrics 'think I'll take my heart and throw it off a cliff, yeah I have a feeling that it won't be missed” come from?
Stevie: You have to understand, I was devastated by what Tommy did. I had only ever been with him to that point in my life, he'd made me believe he was the only one for me. That without him my life would feel meaningless because up to that point every moment together he showered me in affection and praise. He was the ideal husband on the surface, and then I found out he'd been having an affair with Carol for literal years. Everyone knew except for me, and I was crushed. ‘Think I'll take my heart and throw it off a cliff’ was me almost literally saying my heart is broken and I don't want to feel anymore. I became wild and lost myself to the music. Eddie wrapped me in leather and lace and asked me to be the front woman for his band. I was shocked, because honestly was I going to make it delving into a whole new genre? I'd already come to the end of my contract with Upside Down records, so I wasn't concerned about what my team thought. However, my fan base? Would they still love me the same, would I make it? I was scared, and then we had our first show. It was small, and it was a test for me to see if I could do this. The world caught fire for me that night, and I never looked back.
Diane: So let's fast forward, finally Devil's Prey became a household name, and Stevie Hendrix was a sensation. What happened the night of the music awards, in your own words.
Stevie: So, for years I'd gone by Stevie Hendrix so no one would know who I was. It was mid set for ‘Bulletproof’ and as I turned the lights cut out and a picture lit up the screen. It was a photo of me on my wedding day, my eyes crossed out and ‘Stefania Harrington the Whore’ written across my body as I stood between Tommy, his old friend Billy, and Jason Carver. I screamed, and looked back at the audience just as Eddie tackled me to the ground and a shot whipped past my head.
Diane: So Eddie Munson saved you that day?
Stevie: Yes, he did. He held me while I sobbed in the green room. I never knew someone could be so hateful just because my songs brought what they'd done to light, but there I was running for my life while the security detail searched for the gunman. Eddie was furious, he held onto me and told me we were going to my place with his security, to pack up my things and come to his. See, Eddie lived in a damn near impenetrable home, there was no way anyone could get to me there. Of course I wanted to fight him on it, but I'm just a girl at the end of the day, and Eddie Munson has an energy you just don't fight when it's directed at you.
Diane: So you moved in that night?
Stevie: Yes. Eddie was my shadow for days, I barely could use the restroom without him following me around. It was aggravating at times, but I saw how scared he was when he wasn't in the spot he could see me.
Diane: He was traumatized.
Stevie: He was traumatized and he was ready to follow me to hell if he needed just to make sure I was safe. I never knew what love was until I was met with the force of Eddie Munson’s protection. He woke my dead heart up again, and I was doomed from the start.
Diane: So eventually the agents you had investigating the shooting found out who shot that gun, and who hired him.
Stevie: I need a minute before we talk about this. Let me just grab a water and ask Eddie to come sit with me.
Diane: Take your time.
Stevie and Eddie walk back in, they're holding hands and Eddie is murmuring to Stevie who's looking like she may just pass out from nerves. She squeezes Eddie's hand and takes a seat, Eddie sits beside her his fingers laced with hers.
Stevie: Okay, I'm ready. Breathes in deeply So Jim Hopper was the head agent on the investigative team. He had become something like a father figure to Robin and I over the years after my parents’ accident. When Jim came into Eddie's house his face was drawn, and I knew then that the people who had attacked me knew me. He sat me down and told me as gently as possible that Tommy had asked Billy to do the job. He was furious at my songs, and apparently the fan base put two and two together and his career began to tank. People were boycotting his movies. I didn't know, I swear, I just wanted my freedom and an outlet for all my pain. I deserve to have that without someone threatening me, you know? Tommy had hired Jason who was in tech support to upload the photo in the middle of our set. It was this whole plot. Make me pay in the most public way possible.
Eddie: I wanted to rip them apart. Stevie was distraught, she is such a good person. And if I could take her pain away I would, happily.
Stevie: I know you would, but you going to prison wouldn't have helped me. I need you here Eddie.
Eddie: I'm not leaving, not ever.
Stevie: So the trial came and went. They'd found loads of evidence in Tommy's apartment, through the baking records, phone records. I mean they pretty much wrote out in neon lights that they planned to kill me. Laughs incredulously All because Tommy couldn't handle the consequences of being a shitty husband?
Eddie: He never deserved you, Stevie.
Stevie: blushes and ducks her head Oh hush you big sap.
Diane: So the bad guys are caught, you're safe now, what does the future hold for Stevie Hendrix?
Stevie: More Rock and Roll obviously, but therapy to deal with the trauma. Mandatory family nights. Just things to help me feel back to myself.
Eddie: Hopefully a wedding soon, too. That is if you say yes. Eddie Munson sank to one knee reaching into his pocket and pulling out a ring. Stevie stared at him, her eyes glassy before grabbing him by his curls and kissing him, she giggled a yes, and he slipped the ring on her finger. She said yes!
Stevie: I said yes. I love you Eddie Munson.
Diane: I'm so happy for you both!
Eddie: I love you Stevie Hendrix, I can't wait to be Mr. Hendrix!
Diane: Well, It was lovely sitting with you for this interview. Thank you for agreeing to be on my show, and I can't wait to see the wedding photos one day.
Stevie: See the photos? Diane, you're invited to the wedding!
Diane: Oh wow! I'd be honored.
Stevie and Eddie stood and walked off the stage where Robin stood, her face lit in a blinding grin, she embraced her sister letting out a laugh and they both turned to wave to Diane who smiled and waved back. The show was over, but Stevie’s life was only just beginning.
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Where we left off: Shax, newly anointed Duchess of Hell, jumpscared our hero in his bentley….
…. and apparently, she wants to bribe me with liquor-filled chocolates to come back to Hell. I’m not going back, but first I puncture the chocolates with a pen to drink all the liquor. Oh, and did I mention I’m small? (the puncturing and drinking thingie wouldn’t work too well if I was my usual size).
“Stop deluding yourself, Crowley. Deep inside, you already know that Aziraphale left for one reason only. You are a demon and you will never be good enough for him.” Shax tilts her head to the side in one of those familiar bird-demon gestures and watches me intently with one eye. “How does that make you feel, Crowley? Hurt? Angry? Will you let an angel treat you this way? Break you and cast you away like a used toy?”
I clench the pen and ram into the next piece of chocolate like a tiny lance. This is ridiculous. She doesn’t know the least thing about my angel. However delusional Aziraphale may be for believing he can make a difference in Heaven, deep down his intentions are good. He never wanted to hurt me.
“You gave up everything just to be with him, and you’ve risked everything, even your own destruction. And at the first grasp of power – he’s gone!”
No. No, no, no, no! This isn’t about power. Aziraphale doesn’t care about power at all. He wants to change the system from within. He wants to turn Heaven into the place of light, he always believed it’s meant to be.
But in this belief, there’s no place for a demon. There would have been a place for the angel I was, but I can no longer be that angel.
Shax’ eyes glitter. “I’m not offering you a job, Crowley, I’m offering you a chance at revenge. Rise from the ashes and use that burning fury inside you against the one who wronged you. Unite with me and strike him down on the battlefield in the Great War to come.”
Revenge? Burning fury? I almost choke on the burning whiskey running down my throat. Course, I understand where this is going, she wants to me to direct my anger against Aziraphale. She wants me to become the big bad demon in shiny black armour raining fire and destruction in his unquenchable thirst for vengeance.
Bloody Heaven, I can almost picture this. Aziraphale and me having a face-off in the midst of battle. He’s probably wearing something silvery-white and carrying – I don’t know – some flaming sword or lancea-longini-spear-of-destiny-thingie. And then we’d look into each other’s eyes and stab each other very dramatically with Heaven and Hell watching. And maybe, just maybe, we’d die even more dramatically in each other’s arms with white and black wings entwined.
There’s only one little mistake in this scenario, we did this whole silver knight - dark knight scenario a thousand years ago in King Arthur’s Court and it hasn’t become any less pathetic since then. And second – a crank handle isn’t really made for stabbing. Or fighting in wars for that matter.
“Sorry, Shax.” I’m back to normal size now, sitting in my usual seat behind the wheel. “Nice career option, just not seeing myself there. Anyway, thanks for the booze and tell Hastur, I said ‘hi’”.
She looks at me incredulously. “This choice will have consequences. If you stand aside like a coward, you will be crushed like one.”
“There are always consequences.” I shrug. “But it’s not cowardice, although you probably don’t believe me.”
“What is it, then?” She eyes me suspiciously.
“I just don’t feel it, Shax. All this silly power play for rank and influence and who-get’s-the-biggest-throne-and-the-shiniest-medal. I know, we demons are supposed to live for this, but I just don’t care. And, you know, that eternal-fiend-thing with the angels? Don’t feel that either.”
“Earth has made you weak.” She shakes her head. “All of us will assemble and take our positions in the last stand. Like on a chess board. If you don’t take yours, you will be totally insignificant in the game to come. And my offer was better than anything you could've hoped to achieve. You could’ve been my Second-in-Command, once I sit on Beelzebub’s old throne.”
She can’t know that she’s already the second person to offer me a position like that. The third, actually, if you count “The United States of Beelzebub”.
No.
No Heaven for me. No Hell for me. I’m done.
“I’m perfectly fine with being insignificant.” I want to add more, but she’s already vanished.
Anyway, I’m keeping the coffee. Or in my case, the liquor.
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More Diary Parts
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#good omens#crowley#aziracrow#aziraphale#ineffable husbands#aziraphale x crowley#shax#shax duchess of hell#crowley's crank handle#demon power play#crowley doesn't want to be a chess figure
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breaking the rules + Lando Norris - part three
In which Lando is your brothers rival in the championship battle, but you can't stay away from him.
part one - part two
“Y/N let me in, we really need to talk.”
Loud knocks on your bedroom door awake you. Before you realize Charles is yelling through the door, he goes on.
“Hurry!”
Fuck, what does he want? You want to get up and walk to the door, but while trying to do so you remember what happened last night. How could you even forget? Lando’s still asleep. His arms are holding you close to himself. He snores softly. How can he be asleep while your brother is making so much noice?
“Coming Charles,” you quickly reply to Charles. You swear you can hear a sigh through the door. What does he even want you wonder. He can’t possible know about what you have done last night, right? So far Charles knows Pierre brought you home. You try to relax a bit, getting yourself out of Lando his grip. You shake him a little, hoping to wake him up. Thank god, you quickly succeed.
“Hey babygirl,” Lando whispers, pulling you even closer. You wish you had the chance to wake up normally with him, but when you hear Charles yell again you realize you need to hurry.
“I’m really sorry Lan, but you have to hide for a bit,” you whisper, Lando nods while looking around your room to find a place.
“Y/N I’m coming in,” Charles yells once again.
“Fuck, get in my closet,” you quickly tell Lando while pushing him in the direction of your closet. Not even realizing he’s still naked. This is a disaster. You throw on a random t-shirt and pajama bottom, opening the door quickly for Charles.
“What’s the matter?” You asks Charles annoyed.
Charles barges in your room, looking around him. You quickly push some clothes of Lando under your bed when Charles isn’t looking at you. Your brother sighs after a while.
“Charles, care to explain?” You ask even more annoyed than the last time.
“I’m seeing pictures of you and Lando everywhere,” Charles tells you, “Oh yeah we had a small argument before I left the club,” you quickly reply. You can only hope your brother falls for it.
“In the bathroom?” Charles asks with a raised eyebrow, “Yeah,” you reply.
“While holding each other?”
“We did not hold each other,” you reply quickly. Charles tosses you his phone, you see a threat of pictures on Instagram. At first is just the two of you talking. Did someone actually take pictures of you and Lando at the club last night? How could you have been so stupid? You swipe through the pictures, when you see the last picture you get Charles. The two of you are holding each other. Fuck.
“Care to explain?” Charles asks you.
“It must be the lighting, we did not hold each other this close. I passed him at that moment to leave,” you quickly make up.
“Why didn’t you tell me yesterday when I asked you if he harassed you? Why didn’t you let Pierre help you?” Charles fires a few questions at you. You think a bit before coming up with a new excuse.
“You two are already mad at him, I didn’t want things to explode again,” you tell your brother eventually, “I can stand up for myself. I don’t want you to worry about him all the time, he’s not worth your time.”
“I really do hate him Y/N,” Charles tells you, “He annoys the shit out of me. Yesterday he kept asking for your attention, he was consistently staring at you. It’s insane how far he goes to play a stupid mind game with me.”
“Maybe you pay too much attention to him, I really didn’t notice it,” you say.
“Please just stay away from him,” Charles begs you.
It’s a bit too late for that, Lando thinks by himself. He has never felt more uncomfortable in his life. How exactly did he end up naked in your closet? Not only that is making him uncomfortable, he doesn’t like to listen to your private conversation with Charles. It’s not like he can do anything about it, but still.
“Of course Charles,” you tell your brother. Liar.
Lando would have loved it if you told Charles to fuck off. He wants nothing more than to jump out of your closet and show Charles he’s right here. Fucking his little sister. He can already imagine how mad the boy would be, it’d be the perfect karma for Charles his behavior from the last weeks. Certainly for yesterday, when he accused him and McLaren of cheating. But he suppresses his thoughts. It might be tempting to annoy Charles, but he isn’t worth the trouble. Lando doesn’t want you to get in trouble. He knows that if he exposes everything right now, he will lose you in the same second. And that’s not something he wants to do. If it’s up to Lando, the two of you will be together for a long time.
“No I really mean it Y/N,” Charles mutters, “You have to promise me to stay away from him. No remarks, no discussions, no looking at him. Pretend he doesn’t exist. I can’t have this distract me from the championship.”
“Okay,” you mutter.
Lando feels himself getting anxious. Are you actually going to ignore him like this? You can’t just forget this easily about him right? You can’t act like he doesn’t exist, that would be the absolute worst.
“Promise me,” Charles tells you.
“You’re a weirdo Charles,” you tell your brother, feeling a bit annoyed in the mean time. Who does he think he is? Asking you all these things. He can’t tell you who to hang out with and who to ignore.
“It’s not like you’re close with him anyways, just promise me,” Charles asks.
You sigh, “If the championship is over I won’t do things like this for you, not even ignoring his existence, understood?”
“Yeah, just till the championship is over,” Charles tells you.
“And after the championship you better talk to him and make everything normal again,” you go on, “promise?”
The two of you look at each other, both telling each other the simple sentence. “I promise.”
Lando can’t help himself and lets out a deep sigh. Two weeks and the championship is over. It’s not much, but it will turn into some long weeks when you decide to ignore him. Or ignore his whole existence at all. He wonders how seriously you are with promises made to your brother. Is it bad that he was already looking forward to the ending of the championship? He needs to think about a good idea for a first date after the championship. You did tell him yesterday you want a proper date. Fuck, he thinks by himself, he’s already whipped. He’s getting lost in his own thoughts, not even noticing when you open the closet doors.
“Lando?”
Your voice pulls him back in to reality. He stands up and leaves the closet. He searches for his clothes, not saying anything to you in the mean time. Thinking it’s better for him to get used to this as soon as he can. Trying to control the damage a little by keeping it in his own hands.
“I’m sorry about that,” you tell Lando. He can’t help himself and scoffs. He buttons up his blouse. You look at him, why isn’t he reacting to you? Was he actually ignoring you right now? You sigh. Is it possible that Lando thinks you will ignore him until the ending of the championship? You know you just told your brother, but you also told your brother that you didn’t notice Lando staring and that the two of you didn’t hold each other. Lando is already putting his shoes back on. You just stare at him in your pajamas.
“You do realize I was lying to him?” You tell Lando while watching him. The boy quickly looks up to you. “And you remember how I told you yesterday that I’m already liking you way too much? It’s not like Charles can push that away this quick. I am not going to ignore you Lando,” you continue.
You see a relieved sigh coming from Lando his lips. He quickly walks closer to you, pulling you against himself. He presses a kiss against your forehead.
“You’re an idiot,” you mutter, “As if I can ignore you. I wish I could.”
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“So you fucked her in Charles his apartment?” Max can’t help but laughs at his friend, how did he manage to do that? “I know I told you to do something about Pierre, but I did not expect you to take it that seriously.”
“It was a whole mission to get me out the morning after. I’m still surprised Charles didn’t saw my car,” Lando tells Max while laughing with him. “I think I’m proud of you, this is the best karma on earth,” Max goes on.
“I don’t like to think about it as karma,” Lando confesses.
“Why not?” Max asks. Before Lando can answer the question Max is smiling again, “You’re actually catching feelings, aren’t you?” Lando nods. He decides to talk Max through everything, the conversation he had with you and the conversation between you and Charles he heard while sitting in your closet.
“You know this sounds like a lot of trouble right?” Max asks after Lando finishes explaining everything to him. Lando nods quietly. “I hope she’s worth the trouble,” Max tells his friend.
“Yeah about that, I need to think of a date. Any ideas?” Lando asks Max, finally reaching the question he wanted to ask all the time.
“Already taking her on a date?” Max asks, Lando nods quickly. “She wanted one, I think she deserves a great one after all this trouble I’m putting her through.”
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Lando: What are you doing tonight?
Y/N: not much, maybe watching a movie with Charles and Charlotte
Y/N: and maybe Pierre comes as well
Lando: Make up an excuse
Y/N: why?
Lando: 1. Pierre is coming
Lando: 2. Im taking you on a date
Y/N: sounds fair, how late do I need to be ready?
Lando: 6?
Y/N: okay babe
Lando: Where can I pick you up?
Y/N: hm I will send you a location
Lando: Can you also make up some kind of excuse so you can sleep at mine?
Lando: Missed cuddling you this morning
Y/N: of course
Y/N: simp
Lando: You’re the best
Y/N: simp
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“Let me drop you off at your friend Y/N,” Charles offers when you tell him you got to go.
“Oh you don’t have to,” you tell him, quickly throwing house keys in your bag. You’re glad that you told your friend that you were using her as an excuse tonight. It’s not weird now if Charles drops you off at her and you get inside. You just hope Lando isn’t there already before you. His car is quite notable. You still wonder about Charles not mentioning the McLaren earlier this morning in front of the apartments. Maybe he thought the neighbor got a new car? It’s not like that’s impossible in Monaco.
A few minutes later you take place next to Charles in his Ferrari. He insisted in dropping you off. “What are to two of you going to do?” Charles asks you, “Oh I don’t know yet, maybe we will grab some dinner at a restaurant,” you tell your brother.
“It’s a shame you’re not around tonight,” Charles tells you after a few silent minutes, “I think Pierre would have liked it if you were.”
“Why?” You ask.
“You can say he’s interested in you I guess,” Charles confesses.
Fuck. Did you hear Charles right? Pierre has a thing for you? You suppress your natural reaction, not telling Charles you’re seeing someone else. That’s impossible without him insisting that he wants to meet the guy.
“Oh I didn’t realize,” you respond after a bit of thinking.
“Maybe we can do a double date soon?” Charles asks excited.
“Oh we’re here Charles! I’ll see you tomorrow,” you quickly tell him when he’s driving up to your friends apartment complex.
“Okay the hint is clear, I’ll tell Pierre you’re not interested,” Charles laughs at you, you’re glad he understands. “See you tomorrow Y/N.”
When Charles reverses his car to drive back home, you already spot the papaya McLaren from Lando. You pray that your brother doesn’t notice it as well. You don’t think so as Charles just keeps driving away. You sigh relieved before walking over to Lando, opening his car door en taking the seat next to him.
“Hey babygirl,” Lando greets you with a small smile, he bends closer to you to press a kiss against your cheek. “Hey Lan,” you reply.
Lando takes a while to look at you before he drives away. He looks at the clothing you decided to wear. Smiling when he sees that you’re actually wearing orange. It’s a bit hidden under your faux leather blazer, but the orange crop top keeps grabbing his attention. The faux leather pants you wear underneath match great with your blazer. So who is the simp now Lando asks himself, only mentioning it once that he would like to see you in orange and you’re already showing up in the color.
“You look good,” he tells you, “Orange looks even better on you than red.”
“I think if I show up like this to a race I’m going to get killed by everyone from Ferrari,” you smile at Lando. He laughs softly at your remark, already imagining the trouble it would cause. It would be nice to see you in his team merch on track. Maybe something for next season? After he and Charles fixed their problems. But he can’t deny wanting to see you with his number at the last race. God that would be something.
“What are we going to do?” You ask Lando.
“I don’t know if it counts as the proper date you wanted,” Lando informs you, “because I’m not taking you out in public. I promise I will when everything is alright with Charles. So for now I’m just taking you home with me, the rest of it is a surprise.”
You smile at Lando, glad he thought about doing something private.
“I’m sure it’s a proper date,” you tell him, “but I’m not stopping you from taking me out again.”
Lando laughs once again. He moves his hand to your leg. Tracing some figures on it. You keep smiling at him.
Some time later you and Lando are sitting in front of each other in his dining room. You’re enjoying the meal he put in front of you. You wonder if he cooked it all himself. No, it can’t be. You don’t want to doubt Lando too much, but you know sure he can’t cook a steak like this and make crispy fries and a salad all before picking you up. The food is still warm, so it seems like he let someone else do this. Not that you mind. You would have been really surprised if Lando did this all himself.
“Did you cook this?” You ask Lando.
“I wish,” Lando laughs.
“How did you manage this then?”
“I kinda hired a chef to do all this and leave when I was picking you up,” Lando explains.
“That’s really sweet Lan,” you tell him, “actually you’re really sweet.”
“All for you,” Lando tells you.
“Simp,” you tease him.
“Says the one who’s wearing an orange top,” Lando teases you back quickly.
“So you did notice.”
“Of course. Can’t wait for you to start wearing my merch and everything in the next season,” Lando tells you excited.
“Next season?” You ask.
“Yeah next season. I can’t ask you to wear my number when it’s your brother I’m racing against for the championship. So next season, after I talked with Charles and everything, you can wear it all the time,” Lando explains.
“All the time?”
“Every race. You do realize I want you with me every race, right?”
“Simp.”
The words Lando just said are making you feel all kind of things. It’s nice to hear him talk about the future. The rest of the evening the two of you enjoy each others company. Watching some tv before getting in to bed to watch a movie. Lando even got snacks for during the movie. At the end of the movie you cuddle up to him.
“There’s one thing I want to tell you,” you tell Lando softly. He looks at you, waiting for you to go on. “Charles told me something on the way here, I think you deserve to know about it.”
“Wait, it’s not about formula one right?” Lando quickly asks you, “I don’t want to hear information about strategy, cars or anything else from Ferrari.”
“Oh no, it’s not about that. It’s about Pierre actually,” you tell Lando, “you were right about him.”
“That he’s annoying?” Lando asks.
“Uh no. He has a crush on me.”
Lando laughs, “No shit. That was why he was flirting with you the whole time. I told you that, right?”
“Yeah, but now Charles told me as well and since he isn’t jealous I took him a bit more serious.”
“Why are you telling me?” Lando asks.
“Thought you should know,” you explain, “I mean you were right after all. Not that it’s changing anything. It’s pretty clear who I belong to after last night.”
“Cute,” Lando tells you. He pulls you on top of him, holding him close to you. “You’re really cute.”
“Simp.”
a small simple filler chapter, next part
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Hi, not sure if you remember me, but i sent an ask a while ago saying how i love the Incadescence of a dying light and that i talk about it with my friend and how we both really liked the story and are juts you know discussing it
well update to now. we still do that lol. i cant stop thinking about it, i listen to the firewatch OST on the daily, resonating with each track at a time. I love it. I live it. I am enamored. Everytime Im studying Polish (my native language) and revising each epoch for my upcoming finals i cant help but connect themes and motives to that wonderful story of yours. If i land on a fitting topic in my oral final exam (like pop-culture, creativity and arts, certain themes in modern media) you BET Ill be talking about this fic (with all the credit I can give of course!) cause USARWSETDYRVUHUISC I cant get it out of my head. Its such an amazing example of how the media of fanfiction elevates the story to its maximum potential. How knowing the characters makes it so much easier to connect and resonate, even though Mumbo is absent from the majority of the fic, we still feel hurt after finding out whats happened to him. Like, its such an amazing creative medium I love fanfiction and TERSSXEFJNKVCRXSERARXSXERCDJNGIKKDc :thumbsup: oh gosh
The Incadescence of a Dying Light. yeah so fun fact i actually had to look up what it means cause i didnt know the word before and oh. oh. oh its so much worse and more painful. really love it, i do, oh i do!
I now have acquired (idk how to spell it lul) the never subsiding lust for nature and outdoors and hiking and being a part of it. I love it, you made me regain my love for it. I loved it before, yes, but i was caught up in my own head and had so much stuff i had to do, but now i love to look out my window even more, i love strolling in my garden. i love it. thank you, thank you, thak youuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :thumbsup:
So yeah, this fic is one of my faves of all time, i like it a lot, it has inspired me to live more and be alive basically and also.
and for the end a fanart of an alternative ending where Mumbo somehow survives and just lives in the forest like a wild animal, living his best life, eating berries (i decided on drawing him eating berries [peace love and plants] instead of chowing down [is chowing a word??] on some rabbit lol) and then grian finds him and its super awkward
HI! Yes, of course I remember you! First of all, had a really wild day yesterday at work, but I read this at soooome point on my phone during the middle of the day and it made me smile :)
This ask is just so??? AAAAAAA???? I almost don't know how to respond, because it's just SO wonderful to hear this about something I created. Like I did that? I made a thing that is sticking deeply with people? I'm just soooo <333333
I like your point about how fanfiction can maximize story potential! I think it'd make a wonderful essay topic honestly. I have thought about this in connection with fanfic a lot--specifically, the divide between original fiction and fanfiction. In original works, you have to make the audience care. You have to introduce me to a character, setting, and story I will be interested in. I've read a lot of negative book reviews that start off with "the author didn't make me care about the characters" (i have also...said this myself about books I ended up not liking.) With fanfic, you skip that step! It lets you jump right in. I don't have to explain Mumbo and Grian's friendship or demonstrate it to you. You just Know. Someone reading it fandom blind would get the implication about how important they are to each other simply by seing the depth of Grian's grief, but for my intended audience, I can do whatever I want because I trust you to already have the background information you need.
The title is from a line I really like in a song (Post Humorous by Gus Dapperton). It just...painted such a nice word picture. Especially for a story about grief death and fire!
I just. Love that this fic helped you regain a desire for nature? That just makes me feel...warm, I guess, to know that I was able to spark that with something I created. I hope it goes well for you, and you get to take many walks. This spring I've been using the trails near my aunt's house (not.....hiking paths. too urban.) much more. I wanted to walk this week but I was too busy lol. I hope you have many wonderful experiences out in the Great Outdoors <3 one of these days, I swear I'll up and move to a place with "better" nature and "real" trails close by.
Also, SKFJSLFJSKFLSJKF your fanart made me laugh so much. I have like. Entertained this idea. Not as an actual or serious part of the story but I was like man wouldn't it just be off-the-wall if he was just vibing Out There 😭😭😭 You've caught the vibe perfectly LOL
this was all around such a special message to hear, thank you SO much!
#fave#save#hc_firewatch_au#quara asks#again <3333333333#i feel like this response doesnt really adequately express how much this ask means to me i'm just really tired sorry <3#i lvoe how many people i've induced firewatch brainrot into slfjsklfj
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Downtown Seattle
Before y'all clown me for writing something Christmas/winter themed in July...this is old, I wrote is last year. okay
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"Hold my hand."
"I wanna walk by myself daddy."
"I know you do but there's a lot of people around and I don't want you to get lost."
"Okay." She softy agreed and Vinnie managed to hear her voice despite all the noise around them.
Her short legs had some trouble keeping up with his long strides but she didn't mind. There were so many new and exciting things for her to experience. She had so many questions but didn't know what to ask first.
Vinnie led the way, moving through people. The streets of Seattle weren't too busy but there were definitely more people out during this time of year.
The breeze was strong enough to remind you of the season. It also brought the gray sky but that wasn't anything new. You were at home taking the day to yourself and Vinnie decided to go out and do some shopping with y'all's daughter. He could have easily ordered online but wanted to go out and see the lights, see the snow on the ground, and get a warm drink.
When the two of them weren't in the stores, they just strolled on the sidewalk. He could tell she was enjoying her time. Swinging their hands and skipping when there weren't a lot of people. They ooh'd and ahh'd every time they passed a set of decorations on display.
He felt his body warm up as soon as they entered the the candle shop. Vinnie turned to his little girl and adjusted her beanie.
"You warm enough?"
She nodded.
He took pride in the outfit he picked out for her. She was in a white puffer jacket from the North Face that made her look like a little marshmallow. And her beanie matched his but hers had a fuzzy ball at the top.
"What's that daddy?" She asked and pointed to the object on the shelf.
"It's a candle. You know that what mama has at home with the little tiny fire in the middle?"
She nodded once again and her curious eyes looked around the store.
"I want your help picking one out but I want you to pinky promise me something."
Her finger immediately raised up, ready to promise her dad whatever.
Vinnie chuckled and linked his pinky with hers. "Gotta promise not to tell mama, okay? It's a surprise."
"I promise."
They both kissed their thumbs in unison, making them both giggle at the gesture.
"That's my girl."
She walked behind him as he walked around but rose to her tip toes whenever Vinnie would allow her to smell one. Vinnie trusted her opinion. She would get excited at the ones that smelled like cupcakes or brownies but that's only because she loved desserts.
He picked out ones specifically for you and the others he thought just because they would generally smell good at the house.
The sun was setting by the time they stepped out onto the sidewalk again. The lights around the trees illuminated the area like a scene out of a movie. The little girl looked around in awe and the lights reflected back in her eyes. Sometimes Vinnie wishes he could see the world from her point of view.
They walked for a little while longer until Vinnie realized how late it was getting. But there was just one more stop.
"How about we get a snack before we go home?"
She would never deny that and happily followed him into Starbucks. There was a line at the counter but not a lot of people in the area. Vinnie picked her up and rested her in his hip. She didn't complain because Vinnie was warm and she laid her head on his shoulder.
They quietly talked about what they would get, what they would share. Maybe even get something they haven't tried before.
After picking a basic order, they went and sat at the table in the corner with their hot chocolate and cake pops.
"Thank you daddy."
"Your welcome."
Her legs swung high in the chair and they brainstormed what they wanted to do after dinner. Her eyes were drawn to the people outside and Vinnie sneakily took pictures of her and sent them to you.
You replied back with, come home, I miss y'all!
The car ride home was fun. She sang her own version of Jingle Bells, doing her best even though she was getting some of the words wrong. Vinnie didn't care though. It was hard not to look in the rear view mirror and see the smile on her face.
After fumbling with the keys and bags in his hands, he guided the little girl inside and saying, "Go find mama."
"Is that my favorite girl I hear?" Your voice echoed in the kitchen.
She squealed and ran to you, her face in your legs. You hugged her back, squeezing her thick coat and swaying back and forth.
Your eyes trailed up from your husbands shoes and you saw the bags in his hands.
"Don't look." He laughed and tried to put them behind his back.
"Did you have fun?" You asked, turning your attention back to the girl.
Vinnie had walked away for a second to put the stuff down.
"Yeah, we shared a snack." She said and remembered the pinky promise, not saying anything else about what she had seen.
Vinnie came back with his hands free, ready to greet you.
"How about you take off your coat and shoes so you can be ready for dinner?"
She ran off to her room and you stood up. Your body immediately being engulfed by Vinnie's. You relaxed his his arms, his head resting against yours before kissing it.
"I missed you." He said.
"Aw was it bad?"
"No," he shook his head. "She was great, it was just cold."
You smiled and kissed his flushed cheeks. You moved over to his lips, listening out for your daughter to make sure you go go a little further, but her voice called out for help and you had to break away.
Vinnie nudged you to go to her. He ran a hand over your arm before you walked away and he turned to the stove to where you had been cooking.
The conversation of you two in the background kept his attention and warmed his heart.
The holidays were the best and with y'all by his side it couldn't be any better.
#vinniehacker#vhackerr#vinnie x reader#vinnie hacker imagine#vinnie x y/n#vinnie x female reader#vinnie imagines
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Wolf on Fire from it took new york to make me a cowboy by piratetattoos. I loved this fic so much I’ve had a lot of firsts like posting my first fic rec and now my first fanart and even gushing about it to people in my life that have no interest in fanfic 😅
Uhh, as I said I’ve never posted fanart before, but @greyhavenisback convinced me I should, her post and art here (I hope it’s ok I tagged you, I’m still relatively new to tumblr and don’t know the etiquette). I tried to tag @poebin but it wouldn’t let me. It’s acrylic on canvas and as expected, I had a hard time taking a picture of it. The lighting in my apartment isn’t great and I only have my phone, I struggled a lot with glare.
I’m not actually 100% happy with it, not because I think it’s bad, but because it looked so different in my head lol. This was my third attempt at the fire, but I am happy with how it turned out. I also wanted to post it before I talked myself out of it. I could honestly make this idea an entire study on fire. So, maybe I’ll make more of the same thing. ❤️ thank you for sharing your work and inspiring me to paint for the first time in over a year ❤️
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Chapter 2
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Miles was lost in thought, pondering over your words that kept echoing in his mind. The sound of your voice felt like a broken record that he couldn't escape. He was sitting in his dorm room, staring blankly at the paper in front of him, with his roommate snoring peacefully in the background. After hours of fruitless attempts to write his essay, Miles decided to visit his Uncle Aaron, who always had the right words to say. Putting on his headphones and jacket, Miles stepped out of the door, making sure not to wake his roommate.
As Miles crossed the street, he walked past alleys, with his favorite playlist blasting in his ears. At one point, he almost got hit by a bus, but he kept his composure and continued walking. When he arrived at his Uncle's building, he climbed the fire escape and snapped a picture of Aaron from outside the window. With a playful sticker that read 'I see you!', he sent it to him. Inside, Uncle Aaron looked up to see his nephew peering inside, his face pressed against the glass.
"Uncle Aaron! Were you scared?!" The man shook his head and chuckled as Miles opened the window and climbed inside.
Meanwhile, back at your and Charlotte's dorm, you were wide awake while Charlotte was typing away on her computer. The bright light from the screen made it hard for you to focus on your thoughts, so you watched Charlotte work from the top bunk. As time passed, you grew bored, and you could see that Charlotte needed a break.
"Hey Charlotte?" You called out to her as she lifted her headphones off her head and turned around.
"Hm?"
"You wanna get some food? I don't really feel like sitting here anymore," You questioned, rolling onto your back.
"Sure, right now?" You hummed a yes, but Charlotte had already begun getting ready, and as always, you were forced to catch up with her as she raced down the hallway.
After catching up with Charlotte, the two of you made your way to Hugo's Diner, your regular hangout spot. You were both so familiar with the place that Hugo, the owner, knew you well and sometimes asked for your help.
"Evening, girls! You're just who I wanted to see!" Hugo greeted you happily as you walked up to the counter.
"I need four bags of flour from the back. I'd get them myself, but I'm training a couple of new employees. Would you mind getting them for me?" You and Charlotte glanced at each other, knowing that after this, you'd definitely get free fries.
"Of course!" You exclaimed.
"Excellent! You know where to go! When you've got them, you can leave them under the counter. Thank you!" Hugo thanked, disappearing into the kitchen.
"I hate that storage room," Charlotte said as her smile faltered, and followed you behind the counter. "It's dark back there! I just want fries." You rolled your eyes,
"This is, what, the 300th time we've gone back there?" You opened a door, which revealed a staircase.
"Besides, we have our phones. You go first." Charlotte hesitantly began to climb down the stairs, which led to a room full of extra ingredients. It was pitch black, and when you turned the light on, you discovered that it was burned out.
"Are you kidding me?!" Charlotte yelled.
"Shhhh! Just turn your flashlight on, idiot!"
"Where's the flour?!" Charlotte groaned. You looked around the poorly lit room for a few moments before spotting the bags of flour in the corner.
"There!"
"Where?"
"There." Her eyes found the bags of flour, and you followed her as she stepped over boxes and cobwebs.
Speaking of cobwebs,
Miles dusted one off the wall as he looked around the graffitied room his Uncle had taken him to, so he could throw up one of his drawings on the wall. Aaron put some music on while Miles grabbed a can of spray paint and began to paint, not noticing the spider he'd picked up. Coincidentally, there were two more spiders on the bags of flour you and Charlotte were carrying. All three spiders crawled higher and higher before reaching your hands, and even then, none of you noticed.
"It's even harder to see now! Lift your flashlight higher, y/n!" Five.
"Sorry! My hands are full, I can't!" Four.
"Looking good, Miles!" Three.
"We better get extra fries for this!" Two.
"Oh my god, Charlotte, will you shut up about fries?!" One.
And then, all at the same time, it happened.
You suddenly felt a prickling sensation on your hands. The sensation soon turned into a sharp pain and you knew something had bitten you. Looking over at Charlotte, you noticed that she too had let out a small yelp of pain. It was clear that something had bitten her as well.
As Charlotte set down the bags of flour she was carrying, a spider-like creature scurried across her hand. While many people might have panicked or become squeamish at the sight, Charlotte remained calm and collected. With a quick flick of her hand, she deftly removed the arachnid and continued with her work. As you watched in awe, she simply laughed and gave you a playful glance, seemingly unfazed by the encounter.
“Something else definitely bit me.” You breathed,
“Can you check? I'm too scared to look”
Charlotte shrugged and bent down, taking out her phone's flashlight. “Don't be such a chicken,” she mumbles.
“Ok, don't freak out, but… there is a spider,” you felt your plums grow sweaty
“and it bit you.”
You feel Charlotte quickly, brush it off your hand and you shake your head.
“You were right,” you signed, “I hate this place, let's just. these bags of flour to Hugo, get your fries and go back to the dorms.”
Charlotte the Dusty bags back up and laughed in your face
“I'm always right”
The following morning, you woke up feeling refreshed, as if you had just had the most restful sleep of your entire life. Charlotte was already up, sitting at the desk with her uniform on, looking alert and fresh.
"Good morning," you greeted her, your voice still hoarse as you buried your head back into the pillow.
"Good morning, (y/n). I slept like a toad last night," she responded, her eyes widening a bit.
You couldn't help but ask, "Is that a good thing?"
Charlotte hummed in response, her smile widening. "It's a great thing. I have enough energy to run across the country."
You rolled over to face her, your hair falling messily around your face, feeling a twinge of excitement. "That's perfect because we're going to need all the energy we can muster to make it to class on time."
"We're going to be late?" Charlotte asked, her expression shifting to one of worry.
"No, not yet," you replied, checking your phone. "But we need to be early, just in case Mr Salas decides to chase us down the hall for sneaking out again."
As you got out of bed, Charlotte extended her hand towards you, holding a piece of candy. But before she could hand it to you, her hand accidentally hit a bottle of water that was resting on the desk beside her. Suddenly, you felt a strange sensation at the back of your head. It wasn't a physical pain, but rather a subtle feeling that seemed to engulf your whole being. It was as if something was trying to communicate with you, but all you could make out from it was the word.
"Falling"
In an instant, your hand reached out and caught the bottle of water before it could fall to the ground. Charlotte looked at you with surprise, but you just dismissed it as a reflex action and ignored the strange feeling in your head. You quickly got dressed in your uniform and headed out to the hallway.
As you walked through the crowded hallways, you couldn't help but feel more aware of your surroundings than usual. You could hear the sounds of students laughing and yelling, and you could see the hustle and bustle of the morning rush. It was like you were seeing everything with fresh eyes.
At that moment, you realized that this must be what it feels like to get enough sleep every night.
You walked into the main hall and saw Miles standing there. You sent him a smile, and he waved back as you and Charlotte grew closer. You were just about to ask Miles what was up with him when your head began to tingle again. You and Miles exchanged a knowing glance at each other in silence, wondering what the tingling sensation meant.
“We..” you trailed off. “Did you feel that?” Miles asked, and you nodded slowly, but Charlotte shook her head in confusion, “I'm sure it was nothing” you mumbled, trying to brush off the strange feeling.
You looked up at Miles and noticed how sweaty he was. He looked kind of uncomfortable, and that worried you.
“Miles, are you okay? You're kind of sweaty,” you asked, concerned.
“Yeah, it's a puberty thing, you wouldn't get it,” he replied, avoiding eye contact and looking down at the floor. Charlotte gave you an unsure look, and you didn't know what to say.
The three of you returned to your natural state after a few moments of awkward silence, and you began scrolling through your notes on your phone, just in case you were surprised with another pop quiz. Miles watched you as you scrolled through your phone. He remembered the things his uncle had taught him the night before, warning him not to use his powers unnecessarily, but he couldn't resist.
Charles gave him a questioning look, but unfortunately, Miles didn't notice. He raised his hand into the air and placed it on your shoulder, causing you to flinch and nearly drop your phone.
“Hey,” he said in a deep voice, a goofy smirk growing on his face. Charlotte burst out laughing.
“That was the stupidest thing I have ever seen anyone do,” she said, her laugh faltering.
“Miles, what are you doing?” you laughed, glancing at his hand.
Miles looked surprised and immediately realized what he had just done.
“N-nothing- I'm just-” he tried to lift his hand from your shoulder, “my hand is stuck.”
“Your hand is stuck?” Charlotte asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yes, I can't get it off your shoulder, (Y/n)!”
“What do you mean, you can't get it off?” you grabbed his wrist and tried to pull his hand off, but it only resulted in your hand getting stuck this time.
Charlotte began to panic as she noticed the growing crowd of students around you. She had grabbed your wrist, which was stuck to Miles' wrist, which was stuck to your shoulder. When she couldn't pry your hand from his, she let go with ease.
“Why aren't you sticking?” you questioned, earning only a shrug from Charlotte.
“This is a disaster,” you said, feeling increasingly frustrated with the situation.
“Did someone pour glue on you while you weren't looking or something?” Charlotte groaned.
“If they did, it would be easier to unstick, idiot!” you yelled.
“Unstuck isn't even a word, (Y/n)!” Charlotte yelled back.
“Yes, it is!” Miles confirmed. In all the chaos, you hadn't noticed how much the three of you were sweating, and you only grew more sweaty as time went on. You kept glancing at Charlotte, wondering why none of this was happening to her.
How did she get so lucky?
The three of you went on like this for a while, the crowd still growing before someone else showed up. You recognized her from physics. Gwen Stacy, who was new, laughed at Miles' joke about being late last class, and you felt your stomach bubble up, but you couldn't tell why. As soon as she came in contact with you, you felt the tingling sensation again, the same you felt with Miles.
Gwen began trying to break you up and get you to stop shouting, but that only made everything worse. Miles' hand flew, and the tingling came back, this time telling you to
“Dodge!”
You ducked, and Miles' hand hit Gwen's hair, forcing her into the mix. Now all of you were yelling, pulling, and trying to ignore the hundreds of eyes that were all on you.
“STOP!” she shouted, finally bringing silence. She sighed in exasperation, “Let's go to the nurse.”
After the incident, Gwen became distant and didn't talk to anyone for a while. Charlotte left in a hurry, muttering something about her homework, and you and Miles were left alone in the hallway. As you walked down the corridor, all eyes were on you, and you could feel the sweat starting to bead on your forehead. Suddenly, you noticed that Miles was sweating too. He looked tense, with his shoulders hunched and his hands gripping his backpack straps tightly, like claws. It was clear that he was on the verge of running away.
Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you couldn't ignore the feeling anymore. This was more than just a figment of your imagination. It was a real sensation, a sense that something was wrong.
Without thinking, you called out to Miles,
"Wait!"
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Lost - Kylian Mbappe x Reader
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Kylian's girlfriend comforting him after losing the World Cup.
My boyfriend, the one and only, Kylian Mbappe, was on fire tonight. He managed to score TWO goals in the span of ninety six seconds. I couldn't have been more proud of him. Suddenly, the France crowd was more vocal after Ky tied the score.
Argentina managed to score again. And so did Kylian. I could've expected a heart attack at any point because of what was going on. The score kept changing, the mood kept changing and the time kept running. It all came down to penalties. Kylian went first.
I couldn't force myself to watch him shoot so I closed my eyes. After the crowd cheered, I knew he managed to score. I yelled out to him, celebrating. But even after all the effort, we lost. We fucking lost. The Argentinian crowd went crazy. This was Leo Messi's last World Cup, that's why most of the world's POPULATION was rooting for him. Kylian looked defeated. He looked hurt and lost and in need for comfort. He sat at the bench covering his face with this shirt.
I didn't want to go down there because I was crying myself, I would've only made it worse for him. I waited until the lights were out for the ceremony and made my way to the field. I used my badge to pass the security and spotted Kylian immediately. I ran up behind him and hugged him from the back, he was surprised at first and turned around, he calmed down as soon as he saw me and hugged me tight.
"You were fucking amazing, Kylian. You, Kylian Mbappe scored a hat-trick. You carried your team. I'm so fucking proud of you."
"I still lost."
"I don't care"
"You should care. None of those things matter now that we lost."
I pulled myself from the hug and cupped his cheeks, he pressed his forehead against mine. I could see his lips trembling, he was trying so hard not to break down. I closed my eyes and kept my forehead against his.
"No, love, please. Ky, you make me so proud." he didn't respond, he just buried his head on my chest. He needed comfort which I was obviously going to give to him.
"I want to leave right now." I pulled from the hug and looked him in the eyes.
"We will soon, baby. You need to make an appearance in the ceremony and then we'll leave." I said to him and he sighed, he clearly wanted to disappear right now.
I stood next to the benches as I looked at Kylian receiving his award. He couldn't bring himself to at least crack a small smile for the picture, which was understandable of course. I looked at him proudly. I know that winning this World Cup meant so much to him but, today, he proved the whole world that he's going to be the next best football player in the world.
We walked toward the exit, holding hands. I waited outside the changing room for him. He only took a few minutes before he came out. I kissed his lips softly.
"I love you, Ky, with all my heart."
"I love you too, baby. Thank you for being here for me."
"Always"
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Blame it on the Mistletoe Ch. 4| Brittana
Available on ff.net (x) ao3 (x) & under the cut!
Holiday decorating at the Understudy has officially begun! Santana makes her way through the restaurant skeptically eyeing all the décor. She can definitely tell which is Kurt’s and which is Rachel’s handy work – both, however, are so over the top that it starts to blend together the longer she stares.
“My God, where did you get all of this stuff?” Santana asks in wonder. “Is there a line of kids wrapped around the building expecting to get their picture taken with Santa? If so, which one of you is dressing up? I suggest Rachel.”
“Don’t offend me. This is tasteful!” Kurt protests. “At least, this area is. I’ll have to make adjustments to Rachel’s side.”
“You will do no such thing! I am very proud of this,” Rachel says. “Look at the lights, it’s magical!”
“Yeah. That’s probably a fire hazard,” Santana mutters at the excessive amount of string lights and garland. It’s nice-looking, but entirely too much. Leave it to Rachel and Kurt to show a lack of restraint when it comes to decorating though.
As she travels deeper into the dining room, she can hear Christmas music playing over the sound system. It doesn’t really fit their aesthetic and honestly, it’s kind of distracting compared to the classical showtunes instrumentals they used to play.
“Who changed the music?” Santana asks when she spots Kurt and Rachel arguing over tinsel.
“I did!” Rachel proclaims. “Don’t you love it? I created the playlist myself, I’ve spent hours handpicking each and every song. I even put them in order!”
“I thought we had the password changed?” Santana asks Kurt.
Kurt shrugs. “We did. She must’ve cracked the code.”
“Rachelsux123 isn’t very imaginative,” Rachel frowns. “It’s also rude.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t go with my first choice,” Santana jokes. “I would’ve probably ended up in HR.”
“Well, say what you want but it’s Christmas and that means we’re playing Christmas music.”
“I’m not dissing it; I love my Christmas jams!” Santana replies. “But you couldn’t find a better playlist? The last thing anyone wants to hear while they’re trying to enjoy a meal is the sound of high-pitched chipmunks.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll fix it when she leaves,” Kurt whispers to her.
“Thank you,” Santana mouths back.
“This event is going to be spectacular!” Rachel cheers seemingly unfazed by Santana and Kurt. “Marketing has made these cute promos. We’re getting in special paper for the menus that are pine scented.”
“Scratch and sniff menus? Just when you thought it couldn’t get any more festive…”
“Oh yes, Santana. They’re also dusted with gold to resemble the flicker of Christmas lights! They’re stunning. My dads said they will be sparing no expense!”
“Well, there goes my Christmas bonus,” Kurt jokes.
“Yeah, mine too!”
“Well have no fear, we can reuse everything for our staff party!”
“Are we really?” Kurt frowns. “I might have to rethink some things. Are we sold on the placement of the Christmas tree?”
“And on that note, I’m gonna go. It’s looking decent though, I trust Kurt will work his magic,” Santana continues her way to the kitchen. “I’m going to check on Quinn. Please, don’t burn anything down out here. Remember, less is more!”
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With the arrival of the new menu, comes the immense pressure to ensure Santana’s vision comes to life. So far, she has received raving reviews from the locals – she didn’t expect anything less. Her crew is a well-oiled machine and watching them work during the peak of a dinner service rush is better than watching anything on Broadway.
Even Rachel would have to agree with her on that!
Despite the holidays around the corner, there’s always a chance that a reviewer or critic will make a surprise appearance so every service has to be flawless. They love sneaking in an attempt to catch her off guard, so the key is to always be ready – consistency equals success.
On a particularly busy night, Santana gets a familiar funny feeling in the pit of her stomach. That funny feeling usually results in a surprise visit so she takes extra care in setting up the Pass and making sure the line chefs are on their A-game. She checks over everything to ensure it’s perfect; the acidity level in the beurre blanc, the crispiness of the skin on the tea-smoked chicken, the caramelization on the cauliflower florets.
“We’re ready,” Quinn assures Santana. “I’ll keep an eye on proteins.”
“Thanks.” Santana moves to the Pass and triple checks her garnish trays one last time before the first docket prints. She pulls it from the printer and reads aloud, “Two gazpacho. One cauliflower. One trout.”
“Heard!” The chorus of chefs call back.
Within a few minutes, service truly begins. Santana loves the way the kitchen comes alive with each sound of another docket printed. She thrives in the hustle and bustle even if she only keeps a watchful eye on her team. Standing ahead of them, leading them – she gets such a thrill.
“Santana, there’s a VIP requesting to meet you.”
Santana looks up from the Pass and finds Kurt lingering by the door hours later. Could this be it? Although, a critic has never requested to meet with her but her Mexican Third Eye would never lead her astray. Then again, she’s also too busy to abandon her station just to rub elbows with someone. Her food should speak for itself!
“Is this a reviewer?”
“No, Rachel did this but I think you two would hit it off.”
“What?” Santana looks up again. “Are you trying to set me up? Now? Did they even request to see me?”
“Does it matter? Kurt shrugs. “Maybe that’s the reason you’ve been in a mood. You need your motor revved.”
“Excuse me?” Santana gasps. Thankfully none of her staff heard his comment, if they did they were very good at hiding it. She calls for Quinn to take her place so she can make the short walk over to him. “My motor is revved each night I stand at that Pass and oversee this service.”
“You know what I mean. When’s the last time you had a little fun?” Kurt replies. “I’m saying this as a friend. Just take a look. She’s gorgeous and sitting alone.”
“People do that, it’s totally fine going out by yourself. In fact, more people should do it. Besides, I don’t know if I trust you after the last time. Your gaydar needs some serious help.”
“I’m sure about this one,” Kurt says. “No question about it. She’s even wearing flannel.”
“You can’t assume someone’s sexuality based on their choice of button-up. You know it’s very popular at this time of the year.”
“I know and it’s heartbreaking but dare I say – she’s pulling it off.”
Santana would be lying if she wasn’t a little intrigued. Not because she’s interested in meeting someone new, but because she wants to see who has Kurt complimenting flannel.
“Just come say hi,” Kurt coaxes.
Santana looks over at the Pass and finds Quinn easily handling the service. There’s actually a lull between dockets so it’s the perfect time to make an appearance. She can’t believe she’s considering it!
“How do I look?” She asks Kurt.
Kurt gives her a once over. “Acceptable given the circumstances. Come on.”
The moment Santana’s dragged too far from the kitchen to turn back; she digs in her heels.
That’s no VIP.
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Santana mutters beneath her breath.
Brittany looks up from reading the menu and grins. “What’s cookin’, good lookin’?”
Kurt looks confused but quickly replaces it when they arrive at Brittany’s table. “Miss Pierce, this is our Executive Chef Santana Lopez. Chef Lopez, this is – ”
“Hi Brittany,” Santana greets. She fakes a smile while in the view of other patrons and glances at Kurt. “Kurt…you’re fired.”
“What? Do you two know each other?”
“Yes,” Santana replies.
“Intimately,” Brittany says. Her answer nearly sends Santana into a coughing fit, but she miraculously keeps her composure.
“Oh. Well, I’ll leave you to it,” He says and scurries off.
“What are you doing here?” Santana asks.
“You don’t want to talk and you won’t have dinner with me so I figured this was the next best thing,” Brittany explains.
“Seriously?”
“Totally.” Brittany gestures to the empty chair across from her. “You gonna join me?”
Santana can’t really run off too so she takes a seat. “I didn’t see your name on the bookings for tonight.”
“Rachel invited me,” Brittany admits. “She said it was a Welcome to the Neighborhood thing but then she didn’t show so I’m a little confused. I think I got stood up.”
“She’s here,” Santana says as she checks the time. “Brad should be in at any minute too and Rachel’s probably off warming up.”
“Who’s Brad and what is she warming up for?”
“On Friday nights, Rachel does a performance and you have a front row seat. Brad’s her pianist.”
“Oh! I thought that was just for decoration,” Brittany gestures to the shiny black piano tucked away in the corner of the room. There’s lush garland dotted with twinkling lights draped over the top and the bench has been swapped for one with a velvet red cushion.
“Nope. It’s apparently a long-standing tradition here. I told her the singing is probably what scared off the customers before I got here but she’s convinced she’s the reason why they’ve stayed,” Santana explains. “Whatever helps her sleep at night.”
“Well, dinner and a show. That’s kind of cool,” Brittany says. “Do you play any still?”
“With what time?” Santana laughs.
“True. This industry kind of makes it hard to have hobbies.”
“That’s right.” Santana nods to the menu still in Brittany’s hands. “Now, are you actually going to order or are you just taking up a table?”
“You’re a little rusty on your table service,” Brittany teases before tapping her finger on the menu. “I’ve ordered. The whole town is talking about this. I’ve always envied how you make a menu. Which dish is your favorite?”
Santana quirks a brow. “Why? Running out of ideas?”
“No, but it would be nice to have someone to bounce idea off of,” Brittany explains honestly. “I haven’t been feeling very innovative since I’ve come back.”
“So you’re here to check out the competition…”
“Sorry to interrupt, Chef. I have your starters.” One of the waitstaff appears with two dishes. In one hand, the wagyu tartare with smoked onion emulsion and potato rosti. In the other, the grilled asparagus garnished with a parmesan crisp and beurre blanc. He does well to explain the dishes despite looking a little nervous with Santana in his audience.
“Beautiful. Thank you!” Brittany says politely to him. She waits until the waitstaff leaves before continuing her conversation with Santana. “See? I’m here to be supportive. This is a great looking menu after all and I have been meaning to visit for a while.”
Santana nods as she watches Brittany take her first bite.
“Plus, I’m trying to figure out how I can get you to cook with me again.”
The comment catches Santana off-guard. “Are you trying to poach me?”
“This place is very nice, very expensive looking, all black everything…” Brittany comments. “But it’s not your style. Not anymore, at least.”
Santana laughs. “What would you know about my style?”
“Lots!” Brittany says simply before moving to try the other dish. “Maybe I’ve been gone for a bit but I still know you. This place is like your comfort zone, it’s what people would expect from you, which is fine because this is your first Executive position and you’re killing it.”
“But?”
“But it’s kind of pretentious.”
Santana scoffs. “Wow. Tell me how you really feel.”
“I’m not trying to be rude. I’m sure you see that there’s too much technicality for the sake of it. You know, it’s too flashy.” She points to a line on the menu, “Why does this even need gold leaf? And dry ice? You can’t stand chefs who use that.”
“You do know the Understudy is a theatre inspired restaurant, right? The flare is the whole point.”
“I know, which is cool and unique but it’s not you,” Brittany says. “You’re better than this.”
“Well I didn’t really have a choice when you left the way you did,” Santana replies. “The position that I was offered was already filled so it wasn’t like I could go asking for it back so I had to find somewhere else fast. I couldn’t be picky.”
“I get that. You adapt wherever you are but what if you didn’t have to do that?”
Santana eyes her suspiciously. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’ve seen the way you light up on Market Days and being in that atmosphere. It’s different working for yourself, you have complete creative control.”
“I have that here.”
“No you don’t. You said it yourself; this place is theater-inspired so you have to hang onto certain elements that fit the theme,” Brittany replies. “What if I knew a place where you didn’t have to do that? The ingredients and the people who grow them are the only things that matter there.”
“Where might that be?” Santana asks. “The restaurant you opened without me?”
Brittany slumps back and groans. “You’re gonna be hanging that one over my head for a while, huh?”
“Apologies. Sorry for interrupting again, here is the next course.” One wait staff comes around and clears the plates while another presents the dish. “This is lobster with truffle butter, preserved lemon and shell cream orzo.”
Brittany smiles as she thanks them but the awkward tension is very much there.
“Britt, you were gone for a year then reappeared with apparently enough money to start a business and now you’re trying to poach me to work for you. It’s not really something I can get over.”
“Will you stop saying it was a year?” Brittany gripes. “It was ten months and fifteen days.”
“Does it even matter?”
“Yes, it matters,” Brittany says and she actually sounds offended that Santana would think otherwise. “The only thing that made my time away feel less sucky was counting down the days until it was over. That was a really difficult time and I couldn’t even talk to you about it. I still can’t. So yeah, it matters.”
Santana frowns, unsure how to interpret that. Why would she be counting the days? She took that job all on her own, if she didn’t want it then why did she go? Why couldn’t she talk to her about it? She was angry, but she was still there for her if she needed.
None of it makes sense but sitting in the middle of the restaurant during service isn’t really the time nor the place to get into it. Judging by the way Brittany seems to shy away from her now, Santana guesses she isn’t the only one who wants to put a pin in this.
“The show is starting soon, I should go ba – “
“Wait.” Brittany catches her hand across the table but lets go a split second later. “Don’t go yet.”
Santana finds herself hesitating.
“It’s been a while since I had company during dinner,” Brittany mentions. “It’s nice, even if we’re arguing. If you have to go though, I understand.”
Santana shakes her head. Quinn has no problem holding down the fort in her absence, she nailed that long before Santana signed on.
“How does everything taste so far?” She asks in favor of changing the subject.
“Amazing!” Brittany beams. “Not that I expected anything less.”
“The dry ice not too pretentious for you?” Santana teases as the smoke of it wafts around the dish.
“I’m sticking by what I said before – the dish really doesn’t need it. I get the drama of it all though.”
“Good,” Santana says while Brittany eats.
They end up sharing the lobster after Brittany makes a comment about how weird it is to be the only one at the table eating. Santana figured she had a point. It’s kind of nice sharing a meal together, she hadn’t realized she has been eating dinner alone too. Family meal doesn’t really count, she mostly picks at her food anyway – but this, having dinner with Brittany, brings back a lot of memories she didn’t need.
“Good evening, I’m Rachel Berry.”
Santana instantly cringes. “Oh God, here we go…”
“I hope you’re all enjoying the fantastic new menu put together by the talented Chef Santana Lopez,” Rachel says into the mic. “Where’s the spot? Can we get a spot on her?”
“No, no. We don’t need a spotli – “ Santana’s words are cut short when a light shines down on her. The restaurant erupts in applause but Santana can’t stand it.
“There she is! The amazing and talented Chef Santana Lopez. Give her a round of applause.”
“Smile, San!” Brittany snickers and Santana attempts to force one on. “Try harder, you look like you’re in pain.”
“That’s because I am,” Santana quips. “I hate when she does this.”
“We’re lucky to have you, Chef! Okay, back on me.” Rachel calls out and suddenly the light moves on. “Wonderful, thanks. Onto the show! This first song I will be singing is actually going to be a duet. Kurt! Kurt, come out.”
“Pretty sure he has already,” Santana grumbles beneath her breath.
“I’m here!” Kurt announces as he prances through the restaurant. “I had to get my special mic.”
Brittany claps along with everyone else in the room as Kurt joins Rachel over by the piano. “This is so great. Everyone’s so committed to the theme!”
“Or they won’t let their Broadway dreams rest in peace,” Santana comments.
“See? I just know you’d be happier working with me,” Brittany teases.
“Another bold statement, but I’m perfectly fine where I am.”
“Are you though?”
“I run my own kitchen. I’ve got top of the line equipment, my Sous Chef is actually competent, and I get a nice paycheck. I’m good.”
“So there’s no way I could persuade you?”
“Nope.” Santana nods to the menu still in Brittany’s hands. “What are you thinking for dessert?”
“Miss Maggie has been raving about this galette of yours so I’m curious. You’ve always struggled with baking. You hate measuring.”
“I’ve learned a thing or two while being out here,” Santana counters as she rises from her seat. She gets the feeling that Brittany’s doubtful but that only pushes Santana to prove her wrong. Besides, it wasn’t that she struggled with it – she just preferred cooking that didn’t require being exact about everything. “Anyway, I’ve got to go but I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of.”
“You always do.”
During Rachel’s intermission, Santana returns to Brittany’s table with a single plate in her hand and a dark cloche sitting atop it. She thought about sending it out with one of the food runners, but where’s the joy in that?
Several pairs of eyes gravitate to her as she cuts through the restaurant and heads straight for Brittany. Santana revels in the attention, it’ll make the reveal so worth it.
Brittany looks up, intrigued. “You’re doing table service now?”
Santana sets the dish down in front of her and lifts the cloche, awaiting Brittany’s reaction with this mischievous grin on her face.
“I – oh.” Brittany’s delight dims. “I don’t remember seeing waffles as one of the courses listed on the menu.”
“Oh no, I whipped this one up just for you. I know breakfast is your favorite,” Santana answers. “Here you have chai-spiced waffles, whipped ricotta sweetened with a little maple syrup and some lemon zest for balance, topped with a mixed berry compote and dusted with freeze-dried mandarin.”
Truth be told, Breakfast isn’t Brittany’s favorite. In fact, she hates anything remotely breakfast related. Pancakes, waffles, cereal, smashed avocado on toast – don’t even get her started on her disdain for eggs!
Santana thought it was a little odd when they first began dating, but she gave up on her dreams of being made breakfast in bed nonetheless because Brittany had her reasons. What they were, Santana never got a clear answer on.
“This is…way better than that galette I was so excited to try,” Brittany replies through obvious disappointment.
Santana intended to serve Brittany her galette, but then she remembered the number of breakfasts and brunches she missed out on because of Brittany’s vendetta against it. She remembers how she changed for her, how she adapted. Rather than serve Brittany the galette, Santana figured she would remind her that she can’t always get her way.
Not while Santana’s in the kitchen.
#blame it on the mistletoe#brittana#brittana fanfiction#santana lopez#brittany s pierce#chef brittana au
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Shining Summer Memories
Playlist for Zenyuki Week 2023 by @zenyuki-festival
Glad my Zenyuki playlist draft had songs to fit this year’s prompts! Arranged the songs in order of the daily prompts (and surprisingly “Ordinary” was the only one that was a bit of a stretch... but I love the new orchestra version too much not to use!). Also thanks to @soya-ix for the Taylor song inspiration 😊
Shining Summer Memories
Sweet Nothing- Taylor Swift (Day One: Fireflies)
The Ballad of Laura and Mike- Matt Pond PA (Day Two: Park)
Ordinary (Revolving Doors Version)- Copeland (Day Three: Barbeque)
Snow On The Beach- Taylor Swift (Day Four: Constellations)
Dancing with Our Hands Tied- Taylor Swift (Day Five: Warmth)
There Cannot Be a Close Second- Copeland (Day Six: Festival/Fireworks)
Summary lyrics and daily prompts are cited after the cut:
Sweet Nothing- Taylor Swift (Day One: Fireflies)
I spy with my little tired eye
Tiny as a firefly
A pebble that we picked up last July
Down deep inside your pocket
We almost forgot it
You say, "What a mind"
This happens all the time
And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more"
To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing
The Ballad of Laura and Mike- Matt Pond PA (Day Two: Park)
Would you promise to try not to die?
That’s the only fear of mine
There could be more but I want people to hear you
Singing bout the stains in the fire
I’m good at worrying
When you’re gone out west
The garden’s doing fine
The rabbits are my friends
I think I believe in you more than I believe in myself
Ordinary- Copeland (Day Three: Barbeque- this theme is a bit of a stretch but it reminds me of them sharing everyday meals together)
Today was fine I woke up late like I always do
Made work just in the nick of time
And thought of you
And when I returned
I found you just like I always do
Waiting for me like you always are
Since you came along
My days are ordinary
We laugh just like yesterday
And I kiss you like the day before
And I hold you just like ordinary
Perhaps when the day is new
We'll find tomorrow is just ordinary too
Tomorrow came and my shadow it was growing long
I came home to find you singing songs
Just the same
And today it seems
You're smiling like you always are
Everyday it's the same old thing
Snow On The Beach- Taylor Swift (Day Four: Constellations)
One night, a few moons ago
I saw flecks of what could've been lights
But it might just have been you
Passing by unbeknownst to me
Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful
You wanting me tonight feels impossible
But it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around
Like snow on the beach
My smile is like I won a contest
And to hide that would be so dishonest
And it's fine to fake it 'til you make it
'Til you do, 'til it's true
Dancing with Our Hands Tied- Taylor Swift (Day Five: Warmth)
I loved you in secret
First sight, yeah, we love without reason
My love had been frozen
Deep blue, but you painted me golden
Oh, and you held me close
Oh, how was I to know that
I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets
Picture of your face in an invisible locket
You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it
I loved you in spite of
Deep fears that the world would divide us
So, baby, can we dance
Oh, through an avalanche?
Oh, 'cause it's gravity
Oh, keeping you with me
There Cannot Be a Close Second- Copeland (Day Six: Festival/Fireworks)
You've got an extra special heart
A perfect light that shines through
And it seems the hardest part
Is shining back at you
So forgive me
'Cause I don't know what to do
When you look at me
There can be no hesitation
There cannot be a close second to you
#zenyuki week 2023#akagami no shirayukihime#snow white with the red hair#zenyuki#playlist#lyrics#taylor swift#matt pond pa#copeland#oops all taylor and copeland again#this new volume cover is perfect for this!
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Rickmas day 7!
prompt: Hot Drinks & Sweet Treats
warnings: drinking, swearing
AN: Word of advice from someone who has worked con’s and had to deal with the fallout when someone says no, never ever do this. It won’t happen. Trust me. But this is fiction so I’m going to indulge.
I stood in line nervously. I wasn’t dressed up like everyone else. All I had was a tshirt with doctor Lazarus on it. And the photo in my hand of Alexander Dane in a production of Hamlet. I wouldn’t let anyone see it as they were all pushing and shoving, excited to meet the doctor Lazarus. I rolled my eyes at the group of men in front of me.
“He’s not going to say it.” I muttered under my breath, causing the shorter of the three men to turn around and give me a dirty look. I smiled and wiggled my fingers at him just as his attention was snapped back to the picture he had being ripped out of his hand. I covered my mouth and tried to stop the laugh from escaping.
“Alright get a move on.” The handler standing behind him forced the group of men to step aside and move onto Gwen DiMarco. She caught my eye and rolled hers, causing me to quietly laugh. She smiled and gave her attention back to the group in front of her. “Next?” I have the handler a small apologetic smile and held out my picture for Alexander Dane to take. He took it and looked up at me, his expression clearly bored.
“I won’t write that stupid line so don’t even ask.” He said as he waited for my name. I shook my head.
“I wouldn’t expect you to.” I pointed at the picture. “Maybe something from hamlet?” His gaze followed my finger and his eyebrows rose. “My names (Y/N) by the way.” He looked back up at me in shock and I smiled awkwardly.
“This is a bit advanced for a sci-fi fan isn’t it?” He asked, his tone both testing me and teasing me. I nodded.
“well it would be if I was a sci-fi fan first but I studied Shakespeare before I heard about this.” Nerves starting to get the better of me, I started to fidget with my fingers. Between his stare and the handler looking like he could strangle Dane, I felt like all eyes were on me. “I actually saw that performance with a friend. They waited by the stage door. I didn’t.” Alexander looked up at me again, stopping short on the line he was writing.
“too tired?” He asked, the bored tone returning. I shook my head and held up my shaking hand.
“Too nervous. Anxious. Whatever you wanna call it.” I shrugged, trying to make light of the situation. His features changed and I couldn’t tell if it was sympathy or understanding. “This is weird but do you want to grab a drink later?” There was a ghost of a smile on his face as he handed back my picture.
“You know what? Sure. Meet me at the hotel lobby at…” he turned around and looked at the handler. “What time is this over?”
“Eight.” The handler was giving him a dirty look and looked like he wanted to shove me out of the line at that moment. Alexander turned back to me.
“Then lobby at eight thirty?” I nodded in agreement and took my picture back with a smile.
“Sounds like a plan. Thanks again.” I waved as I walked away. When I rounded a corner, I slid into the wall and down it. I fumbled with my backpack to pull out the plastic protector to slide the picture into. Once I had it in, I looked at what he had written. ‘Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.’ A small gasp escaped me as I read over the lines again. I quickly pulled out my phone, snapped a picture of it and sent it to my friend. Then I carefully put the picture into my backpack. Pulling myself together, I hurried off to my photo op with Gwen DiMarco. As I was putting the photo op away, my phone went off. I pulled it out and moved to the wall so I could see.
(Y/F/N): Is that what I think it is? Tell me that’s not the line I think it is.
Me: one of hamlets love letters to Ophelia? Yeah it is.
(Y/F/N): what the hell?! I mean congrats but wow. Of all the things to write…
Me: believe me I know. AND and we’re having drinks tonight. I worked up the courage to ask him.
(Y/F/N): oh for fucks same (Y/N)! You’ll have a panic attack! Either way good luck. You deserve any fun you have tonight. Stay safe.
Laughing, I sent a thumbs up emoji and a heart before pocketing my phone again. I spent the rest of the day wandering around the convention, buying a few pieces of merch before heading out into the hotel. I went back up to my room to wash up and change my shirt. I was just finishing up when my alarm went off. I had five minutes to get to the lobby. Making sure I had my wallet and my phone, I left the room and headed down. I spotted Alexander Dane across the room, now without the headpiece. I eagerly walked over.
“Hello again sir.” I said as I came up next to him. He turned to look at me and smiled.
“Hello. (Y/N) right?” I nodded and he offered his arm for me to take. I put my hand in the crook of his elbow and followed his lead. “You can call me Alexander by the way. I never did like the knighthood or the formalities.” I nodded and smiled over at him. Someone who I assumed to be his agent called out for him. Rolling his eyes, Alexander turned to acknowledge him.
“Where on earth are you going?” Alexander turned back around and started walking off again.
“To see if there’s a pub!” He called over his shoulder. I laughed, making him smile over at me. We went across the street to a bar that had been decked out for the holidays. Looking around, I winced slightly at the overly cheery room. “Well I guess it brings in money.” I nodded and we took a seat at a booth as far back as we could. I immediately looked at the menu and played with the edge of the laminated piece of paper. “You doing ok?” I looked up and caught his eye.
“I…what?” Alexander chuckled and gently lowered the menu I was hiding behind.
“are you doing ok? Nerves. Anxiety. Whatever you call it.” He waved his hand and our earlier conversation came back to me. I nodded with a relieved smile.
“Yeah. Just convention overload.” I looked around the thankfully empty bar. “Lots of people. Lots of excitement. Lots of reasons for my anxiety to flare up.” I chuckled humorlessly. “But I’m alright.” He nodded as a waitress came over to take our orders. Alexander looked at me expectantly. “Uh hi. Can I please get a virgin hot chocolate? With extra marshmallows?” The waitress nodded and wrote down my order then turned to Alexander. It was clear she didn’t recognize him and the tension in his shoulders left.
“I’d like an eggnog. Not virgin.” He smiled over at me before handing over the menus. “And some holiday cookies.” The waitress nodded, took the menus and headed off to the bar. “A virgin hot chocolate?” Alexander asked, smile spreading across his face. I shrugged.
“I don’t live too far from here.” I picked at my sleeve. “I actually drove myself to the convention. Didn’t think it was wise to drink and drive.” Alexander tutted and my eyes were drawn back up to his face.
“You lie.” He pointed at me and chuckled.
“I do not!” I could tell he was in a much better mood than earlier.
“Me thinks you doth protest too much.” I started to laugh and shake my head. Alexander looked proud of himself. “There’s a hotel room key sticking out of your wallet.” He finally pointed out. I tensed and twisted around to see my wallet in my back pocket.
“Shit.” I muttered, shoving it further down. “Wait what were you doing looking back there?” I teased. Alexander shrugged and smirked at me, leaning back against the seat with an air of nonchalance.
“I’m allowed to look.” My cheeks tinted pink and I quickly looked back down at my sleeves. “So do you just not drink or is it something else?”
“Whatever happens tonight, good or bad, I want to remember it clearly. Not through a haze of alcohol.” I finally responded. “Anxiety or not, I make a fool of myself in the best of times. I don’t want that tonight.” Alexander smiled at me and nodded. Our drinks and cookies arrived at that moment. We nodded our thanks to the waitress and immediately descended on the cookies. “You’re in a better mood.” I pointed out after a while. Alexander nodded.
“You are the only person all day, no all weekend who hasn’t asked me to say that damn line.” He pointed out. I nodded. “Sure you wore the shirt but you let me be the actor I signed up to be rather than Doctor Lazarus. It felt nice.” He took a drink. “Feels nice.” I blushed and hid behind my cup. “You seem more relaxed.” I nodded.
“When I get comfortable around someone, I relax a bit more. And before you ask yes I am comfortable around you while still being highly nervous. Don’t ask.” I chuckled. Alexander nodded and raised his glass in a toast.
“To new friendships and normalcy.” I smiled and tapped my cup against his glass.
“To overcoming our shortfalls.” Alexander smiled and took a drink.
“Despite what they are.” I nodded. “So I take it you understood the quote.” I nodded again.
“A love letter from hamlet to Ophelia.” I said, taking a quick drink so I wouldn’t have to put my two cents into the quote.
“And?” I raised an eyebrow at him as he reached for another cookie.
“And?” I repeated. He nodded as he broke it apart, handing me half.
“And…what do you think?” I sighed as I started to play with the cookie. Part of me started to wonder if he handed it to me so I’d have something to do with my hands or if it was just him being kind.
“Hamlet loves Ophelia deeply. He’s telling her when nothing else makes sense, when she’s lost all hope in the world, his love will always be there. His love for her will burn forever.” I rattled off. Years of studying Shakespeare came out in a matter of seconds. Alexander listened intently, nodding along and smiling. “But what I don’t get is why you wrote it.” I finished, finally meeting his eyes again.
“I do love my fans. Truly. They just annoy me at times. As we know hamlet annoys Ophelia.” I giggled at that and he smiled knowingly at me. He shrugged. “And sometimes certain fans are more…lovely than others.” Alexander finished with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and took a drink to hide my blush.
“Yeah alright.” I teased. He shrugged and eat another cookie. “You think I’m lovely though?” Alexander nodded.
“the loveliest.” I chuckled and put my empty cup down.
“You’re pretty great yourself.” Alexander mock bowed as much as the table would allow, making me laugh again. I looked at my phone and sighed, noticing how late it was. “I’ve got to go. Early check out and a long drive home tomorrow.” Alexander stood up, throwing some money on the table before I could.
“My treat. Seriously.” I nodded as he escorted me back across the street. In the lobby, he tugged me into a corner and hugged me. “I’m glad we got to meet. Seriously. And I’m glad you asked me for a drink.” I smiled at him and nodded.
“I’m glad you took me up on it.” I couldn’t keep the happiness out of my voice. Alexander took my hands in his and a piece of paper was pressed into it.
“I hope to hear from you soon.” He whispered and then disappeared around the corner to the hotel rooms. I opened my hand to see the piece of paper with his number on it.
‘Though this be madness, there be method in’t. Call me. X’ I blushed hard as I held the paper close to my chest before scrambling to put it in my wallet. Once I returned to my room, I pulled it out again and put the number in my phone before slipping it behind the autograph I got from him earlier. Then I sent off a text.
Me: ‘you’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.’
within seconds I got a reply.
Alexander: that’s not Shakespeare but maybe it’s the sugar cookies talking.
#rickmas2022#alan rickman#alan rickman fanfic#alan rickman fanfiction#alan rickman x reader#alan rickman imagine#alexander dane#Alexander Dane x reader#Alexander Dane fanfic#Alexander Dane fanfiction#Alexander Dane imagine#Galaxy quest
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a metric fuck-tonne of rtc incorrect quotes
Ocean: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.
Constance: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?
Ocean: Yes!
Noel: And I thought your life couldn't get any sadder.
Constance: Maybe you, I'm a damn delight.
Constance: Noel, keep an eye on Ocean today. They're going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.
Noel: Sure, I’d love to see Ocean get punched.
Constance: Try again.
Noel, sighing: I will stop Ocean from getting punched.
Ocean: Penny and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us
Noel: Sighing What did Penny do?
Ocean: They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and…
Penny: Who wants a steering wheel?
Ocean: Ugh. I'm going to regret asking this, but why are you on the floor?
Noel: I'm depressed.
Noel: Also I was stabbed, can you get Mischa, please.
Ricky (through an aac): We need to get through this locked door. Constance, give me your credit card.
Constance: Here!
Ricky, pocketing it (still through an aac): Thanks. Mischa, kick down the door.
Ricky (through an aac): My dear, if I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?
Penny: How am I supposed to know?
Noel (shouting from the kitchen): You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.
Penny: sighs
Penny: You wouldn't be trapped.
Constance: Dandelions symbolise everything I want to be in life
Ricky (using an aac): Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?
Constance: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.
Mischa: edible
Noel: Mischa stole from me first!
Ocean: Mhm.
Noel: Stole my heart…
Ocean: It is still illegal to commit murder.
Penny: Only if you get caught.
Mischa: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.
Ocean: Mischa no.
Constance: Mistlefoe.
Ocean: Please stop encouraging them.
Constance: Sorry! ;)
Ricky: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY]
Penny: What's that?
Ricky (through an aac): Remorse code.
Penny: I'm even angrier now.
Constance: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?
Ocean: Does anyone in this gosh darned group ever think before they speak?
Constance: Sorry, Ocean! I love you.
Ocean: That's the only reasonable thing I've heard come out of your mouth this week.
Constance:
Ocean: Love you too.
Constance: Ocean! My face is on fire!
Ocean: Constance! Are you ok?!
Constance: Sorry, I'm fine! I just said that to make sure you'd come in here quickly.
Ocean: But your face is on fire.
Constance: Yes! It's much faster than shaving.
Karnak, negotiating with Noel: We have Ocean. Give us ten thousand dollars and they will be returned to you unharmed
Ocean: Whoa, whoa, wait, you think I’m only worth ten thousand dollars?
Noel:
Karnak:
Ocean: MAKE IT ONE MILLION–
Noel: OCEAN SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH YOU'RE LUCKY I'M RESCUING YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE
Ocean: WHY. why did you give Noel a KNIFE?!
Penny: I’m sorry. They said they felt unsafe.
Ocean: Now I feel unsafe!
Penny: I’m sorry.
Penny: … would you like a knife?
Ocean: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me
Constance: Okay, but in my defense, Mischa bet me 50 cents I couldn’t drink all that shampoo.
Ocean: That’s not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!
Ricky (through an aac): For 50 cents? Weak.
Constance: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.
Mischa: You were flirting with Ocean.
Constance: So what? She's my wife!
Mischa: You asked her if she was single.
Constance:
Mischa: And then you cried when she said she wasn't.
Penny: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?
Ocean: You are not what the world needs.
Noel: But you are a coward. DO TWENTY.
Noel: Care for another sundae, weenie?
Ocean: I am not a weenie!
Ricky (through an aac): Relax, you’re among friends. raises their drink
Ocean: My friends don’t hang out at Weenie Hut Jr’s.
Mischa: You tell ‘em, Ocean! sips their drink
Noel (betrayed): Mischa, what’re you doing here?
Mischa (equally as betrayed): I’m always here on Double Weenie Wednesdays.
Constance: Hi, I know I of all people should be able to tell, but is Ocean sleeping or dead?
Noel: Hopefully dead, I hated their guts.
Ricky (through an aac device): Yeah, so did I.
Ocean: Okay first of all, how dare you-
Ocean: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions?
Noel: Put spaghetti in it.
Ocean: I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you.
Ricky (through an aac device): Put spaghetti in it.
Ocean: I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two.
Constance: Put spaghetti in it.
Ocean: I'm no longer taking suggestions.
Noel: Tonight, one of you will piss me off.
Constance: Is it me, Noel?
Noel: No, it’s not you.
Ricky (through an aac device): Is it me, Noel?
Noel: It’s not you either.
Ocean: Is it me, Noel?
Noel:
Noel, mockingly: Is IT mE Noel? What the fuck do you think.
Ocean: How did none of you hear what I just said?
Ricky (using an aac device): I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.
Constance: I got distracted about halfway through, sorry!
Noel: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.
Ocean, about Mischa: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.
Noel (slightly too eager): Are we stealing them?
Ricky (using an aac): New or used?
Constance: Wonderful responses, both of you.
Ricky (using an aac): Self care is actually getting into fights with dog aliens who suppress cat aliens' rights on strange planets.
Ocean: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap!
Constance: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!!
Noel: Lmao self care is taking Ocean's birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting.
Ocean: If you touch the birthday cake Constance made for me I’ll make you eat your hands.
Constance, setting down a card: Ace of spades
RIcky, pulling out an Uno card that says: +4
Noel, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you
Ocean, trembling: What are we playing?
Mischa (referring to Ocean): I prevented a murder today! :D
Talia: Really? How’d you do that?
Mischa: self control.
Mischa: I actually have a black belt.
Noel: In what, karate?
Mischa: No, from Gucci.
Mischa: Admittedly, I stole it from my adoptive mother. She didn't even realise it was gone.
Noel: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine
Noel: i became more evil if you’re curious
Constance: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still!
Noel: i’m going to get worse on purpose
Constance: Stubs their toe FUCK!
Ocean: Mind your language!
Constance: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”???
Ocean:
Constance: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.
Mischa: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao
Talia: What did you my love?
Mischa: A MISTAKE
Mischa: You're like 10 times funnier and sexier than me
Talia: 10 times infinity is still infinity though
Mischa: Jokes on you, I'm too bisexual to do math
Talia: My love, so am I, but I have common sense
(and that's how passionflower came out to each other)
Talia: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died-
Mischa: Twelve, actually.
Talia: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?
Mischa: Mine!
Talia: That's right: no one's.
#ride the cyclone#rtc#noel gruber#ocean o'connell rosenberg#constance blackwood#penny lamb#mischa bachinski#ricky potts#rtc incorrect quotes#i included some of the pre-k choir (like not when they were that age but like ocean ricky constance noel)#blackrose#passionfruit#spacedolls#passionflower#please dont tag as any other ship!!#please dont tag as siblings/relatives#long post
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marvel's midnight suns | misc quotes 4
Thank you for not making a bigger deal about my arrival…
I don’t think I can properly express my relief…
In truth, I’ve been in survival mode…
I do not believe in many of the common dark magics…
A risk is not a risk if it does not hold the potential for regret.
Well, for example, some species of bats can fly at speeds of up to 100 miles…
I’m sorry. I’m a bit on edge because I haven’t eaten in awhile.
No. And, for the record, I don’t sleep in a coffin just because I’m a vampire.
I know what it’s like to feel suffocated by a disease….
I was fifteen when I found out my mother was Capital “E” Evil.
I want to throw her a surprise party, but I can’t do it alone.
Pisses me off so much, I could scream.
Don’t bother. Kinda just want to be left alone.
And since chaos magic is a helluva lot more powerful…
But, poof, here this was… waiting for me.
You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if this was the first case of corruption in recorded history.
I’ve already lost enough people I care about.
You, uh, reunited our twisted little family…
You ever miss people from your past?
So, it’s time for them to move over and let the kids take the reins.
Maybe a somewhat dysfunctional family with a ton of issues to work through…
I feel called out. Figured since your mom is the Mother of Demons and all…
They make me feel like a child sometimes, but you don’t, so, like, thanks.
It’s something I make all my friends watch with me.
Anyway we’ll get some more quality one-on-one time. It’s a little retro…
Like why have a kid if you’re going to get rid of them…
Okay, I think that you think that I’m one of those good people, right…
How can you be sure that I’m not, you know, evil?
I’ll spare you the sappy stuff, but you’ve climbed to the top…
She’ll never forget how her favorite cartoon characters showed up as exotic dancers. Nor will she ever forgive me.
Of all the changes you’ve had to deal with, at least the music is better.
Meh. That requires effort.
That you were a godlike hero walking the earth, single-handedly holding back the forces of evil.
But what if I hurt you?
Sorry, I… I don’t feel like myself.
Is it weird that I think she’s going to be waiting for me in my dreams…
Forgot how relaxing it is to just zone out and watch a good movie after a long day of battle.
I mean, it was just a dream, right?
It’s all destroyed now, along with these poor peoples’ lives.
Of course I’d like to know more, but I trust you’re doing the best you can.
Instead I’m just… Numb. I’m starting to feel guilty that I don’t feel guilty.
But I still wonder if I truly belong, you know?
It’s not all magic wands and midnight margaritas.
I dunno. There’s so much to be happy about right now. You pick.
I wonder what they would say if they saw me now, saw who I grew up to be.
Wasn’t exactly the popular kid, if you know what I mean.
I’m not so sure you want to know… or I want to tell you.
So, I’m setting it in ink, because I never want to forget how you took a chance on me.
I feel like I can trust myself again…
With all these people, it’s not crowded, exactly. It certainly feels more alive.
For a moment, nothing. Then she burst out laughing and opened the door. We have been close ever since.
A collection of DVDs. I know it’s irrational to want them back, but I can’t stop thinking about them.
It shouldn’t be this easy. I always pictured a gulf between us.
Well, I never thought I could replace you. I wanted you to know.
I figured if I was going to be teaming up with this group, I ought to up my game. Sound more…I dunno…scary.
Sorry, the mask’s gotta stay on. I hope that’s not gonna make things weird between us.
I mean, I can’t shoot laser beams, light my skull on fire or glow like the sun…
Maybe I’ll use the Forge to bake a loaf of sourdough…
No, I mean helping him turn his life around. The way real heroes are supposed to.
Alien-possessed architecture gives me the extra creeps.
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Not an ask, but I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed chapter XIII “down the Rabbit hole”.
In particular I enjoyed how Katara’s reaction to Jets thievery . Especially, on how she questioned her belief in the inherent “goodness of people” and her own naiveté at first, but ultimately decided to persevere in her beliefs. Which is part of Katara’s character that I always admired in canon and in your stories. I also enjoyed how she didn’t let Azula off the hook (as it were) when it came to knowing about the theft for several months.
My favorite part about the (more immediate ) fallout though, was this line here “It was probably worth exploring why Azula's lack of truthfulness felt almost worse than Jet's betrayal”. I think we all know why it is so Katara. It’s cause your future wife has been hiding things. I eagerly await when Katara figures it out herself! But I’m also digging the sort of slow burn/sort of not.
@juniperhillpatient already noted the cowardice and general assholery of Longshot and Smellerbee in her own review, and I concur whole heartedly. While I understand the loyalty they feel to Jet, both Longshot and Smellerbee still held little right in holding Katara’s affects hostage on Jets say so. He was stealing from her after all. Hopefully someone can reclaim the stolen property. Maybe a certain gilded eyed beauty? Who’s trying to save the Northern lights?
Zuko’s obsession with the Seaworld Fire was hilarious thought this chapter! I am curious though, how many times did Zuko annoy Mai specifically? If he decided to excuse his continued thought process about the Fire with “self-pleasure”.
Jet pissed me off to hell and back in this chapter though. Which par for the course with Jet though… so usual stuff there. Lol. Specifically, though he angered me with his continued insistence on blaming Azula for “everything that had happened”.
Now, was Azula’s treatment of Jet’s testicular area crossing a line? Maybe. In all fairness he did swing first (sure Azula goaded him into it but that’s semantics). And we now have several reasons to refer to Jet by his new nickname, numbnuts.
And Jet is planning to join Zuko’s restaurant team. I’m sure this idea is not going to be in anyway chaotic at all.
This following line may only be a small part of the chapter, but it meant the world to me. "What an amazing idea, Jet," Longshot signed, possibly sarcastically” .
See I’m deaf/hoh, born with profound unilateral hearing loss in my right Ear. So while I would not strictly consider myself a part of Deaf Culture, I am in the process of learning asl and trying to meet other deaf kids my age (early 20’s) and the wider Deaf Community at my college.
When it comes to sign, it is extremely difficult to convey sarcasm. As sign (or at least asl) is a very literalist languages and their is no “tone of voice” that can be used. The only way can think of it being down is by either inflecting non-manual cues (the “tone of sign” if you will) or perhaps finger spelling sarcasm. Or using the formal sign for it. I’m only a novice (so far) when it comes to asl though. So perhaps their are other ways. Here is a picture of the sign below if your curious.
Anyway, that fact that you add “possibly sarcastically” resonates with me here. I know that Longshot is mute not deaf, but it is the noted uncertainty in Jets POV on whether or not he is sarcastic, which makes me smile. Perhaps it was unintentional, but the fact that Jet was not able to discern if Longshot was being sarcastic just from signing alone (and possibly ignoring any other gestures) shows an awareness of this fact (presented above) and that is gratifying to read. So Thank you @theowritesfiction for that (and for the amazing Azutara content!)
Speaking of Azutara content? I really enjoyed the heart to heart between Azula and Katara near the end of the chapter.
I especially liked Azula stating that she basically knows restaurants like the back of her hand. But people (especially pretty girls) are out of her depth. If that’s not an Azula thing, I don’t know what is!
I’m glad that they decided to move past this! Azula and Katara will have to work together closely in order to do so, no?
My favorite Azutara moment would have to be the end though. When Azula learned that Longshot and Smellerbee stopped Sokka/Suki from retrieving Katara’s belongings and Azula basically just giving Katara her bank account so she can get new apparel for herself. That made me smirk, and Katara insisting an paying every dime back made it wider!
I also liked when Azula told Katara to also get things for her friends, and when she brought up getting things for Kya II in particular.
Katara’s line “just giving me money wouldn't have made me feel any less hurt, but… being so nice to my friends? That goes a long way towards making me forget why I was supposed to be mad at you in the first place” made me smile even more. Azula reaction in just basking in the thought of not only “salvaging her relationship” with Katara, but also making Katara smile was especially enjoyable. I can smell the romance in the air!
It was an amazing chapter @theowritesfiction !
Your loyal reader
-745 Voice of the People
PS: Azutara MAES now has several reasons to commence. Both Azula teaching Katara proper managerial techniques (the audit has to work out somehow…), and Katara “punishing” Azula for keeping’s secrets. It’s for the good of the restaurant after all😉
Hey, I’m glad you enjoyed the latest Kitchen Nightmares update, and thank you for sharing your thoughts!
Yes, I think Katara’s belief in the inherent goodness of people is not so easily shaken, so this was just a moment of weakness for her. And she held Azula accountable as well, although to her credit, Azula handled it well. 😊 I’m definitely having a lot of fun writing the slow burn, although as you will see soon enough, it will definitely be slow burn with twists. 😉
We’ll see, maybe Longshot and Smellerbee manage to contribute more positively to Jet’s character growth in the future. Right now, we’re in the ‘Jet is actively getting worse’ phase of the story, though! We’ll see how Jet’s plan of joining Zuko’s restaurant goes, and maybe we will also have an update on just how numb his nuts are. 😉
As for Maiko, well, I figure Zuko would be annoying Mai all the time in that relationship, but also, Mai would be very concerned and perhaps even upset if Zuko didn’t annoy her.
Thank you so much for your insights into sign language and the Deaf Culture. This is something that’s always a challenge to write without trivializing what is I imagine complicated and challenging way of communication. So, when I write someone interacting with Longshot, I always try to visualize if they have a clear view of Longshot and whether they can see the signs or maybe they have missed part of it or just plain didn’t understand the meaning of. I imagine that would often happen with this form of communication, and I thought including Jet's uncertainty of whether it was meant sarcastically or not would feel realistic 😊
Yeah, Azula without the social awkwardness wouldn’t be Azula. I’m sure she would be better in her interactions with the girls at the restaurant if she didn’t have a homophobic father and she didn’t have to be terrified about getting outed. But Katara, Yue and Suki are so warm and inviting, it’s going to be hard for Azula to avoid opening up. 😉
We’ll have a little flashback to Katara’s shopping trip in the next chapter, which I hope will be fun. 😊 and certainly, the potential of romance is in the air, but for now, they both remain pretty oblivious to that possibility. I hope the path I have in mind for them getting together will be fun to read – I’ll say that some of those ideas are pretty wild.
Lol, I had no idea that spanking technique was supposed to be in any manager’s arsenal, that sounds vaguely problematic and I love it. Maybe Azula will teach that to Katara, indeed. I'm sure there are plenty of exciting things all these girls could learn from each other. 😉
Anyway, thank you for this lovely message and for being such a loyal reader! I appreciate your support! 😊
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