#and get nervous around cornelia and billie

[terroryuriweek]

Day 4 - Butch/Femme

yeah the crocs are essential to the fit actually. they just feel right. they were part of the sketch but i wasn't prepared for what a focal point they'd be. they fit the vision i have in my head for girltozer... she definitely dresses for comfort. jirv meanwhile is a period fashion girlie who doesn't own a single pair of jeans, much less cargo shorts. can romance blossom between a girl who wears petticoats and a girl who buys her t shirts in packs of 6?

[swan1974-blog]

Swan Willy

Swan Goes In His Office. Swan Titled The Script Called Help, Police, Murder Swan Put His Name Under The Title. Swan Puts Based On The 1971 Film Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory Swan Now Wrote The Cast List On The Computer. Swan Typed, Cast List Swan Reese- Willy Wonka Robert Englund- James Wilkinson/Slugworth Jeannette Mccurdy- Charlie Bucket Nathan Kress- Mike Teevee Miranda Crossgrove- Violet Beauregarde Noah Munck- Augustus Gloop Dove Reese- Veruca Salt Jerry Trainor- Marvin Loompa Anton Phibes Reese-Grandpa Joe Bucket Sean Flynn- Mr Beauregarde Jamie Lynn Spears- Mrs. Teevee Paul Williams- Mr Salt Swan Typed, The Day Was October 1, 1971, When Two Stories Flooded The Media Worldwide. In Florida, The Magic Kingdom Opened Its Doors To Excited Tourists For The First Time. Elsewhere In The World, It Was Also The Day When Willy Wonka, The Famous And Reclusive Candyman Invited Five Lucky Children Into His Factory. The Children Were The First Known Humans Besides Wonka Himself To Enter The Mysterious Factory In 15 Years. A Large Crowd Of People And News Anchors From All Over The World Surrounded The Lucky Children And Their Chaperones. A Band Played Disco Not Too Far From Charlie Bucket, The Child Who Found The Last Golden Ticket Just One Day Prior. He Was Overwhelmed By The Crowds And The Media. He Was Not Used To All Of The Attention. He Felt Himself Shake With Both Excitement And Nervousness. "Are You Alright Charlie?" His Grandfather Joe Asked Him. "Yeah! Of Course!" Charlie Replied With A Weak Smile. Charlie Looked Around His Surroundings. Violet Beauregarde, The Third Child To Find The Ticket And Her Used Car Salesman Father Sat Next To Him, Both Admiring The Attention They Received From The Media. He Could See Mr. Beauregarde Attempting To Advertise His Business. Violet Rolled Her Eyes And Nudged Him. "Come On Dad! For Heaven's Sake It's My Show! Hi Cornelia, How Are You Sweetie? How's This For A Stretch?" She Sweetly Stated As She Took Her Record-Winning Piece Of Gum Out Of Her Mouth And Stretched It With Her Teeth. Charlie Cringed With Disgust And Looked Over To See Mike Teevee, Easily The Youngest Of The Children, Clad In A Cowboy Costume Loudly Yelling At The Cameraman: "Hey Mom, We're On Tv! Hi Everybody In Marble Falls! Hi Billy! Hi Maggie! Hi Fishface! How Do I Look?" Mike Then Stood Up And Egotistically Pointed His Toy Gun At The Camera. Next To The Teevees Was Augustus Gloop, The Largest Child And His Mother. Augustus Was Chowing Down A Powdered Donut. Charlie Could See His Mother Saying Something To Her Hungry Son And He Immediately Stopped Eating The Donut. At The Opposite End Of Where He And Grandpa Joe Sat Was Veruca Salt, Dressed In A Fancy Mink Coat And Her Father. She Whispered Something To Her Well-Dressed Father As She Let Out A Menacing Smirk. Before Anyone Realized It, The Clock Struck 10 O'clock And The Bell Inside The Factory Rang. Everyone Paused And Listened To The Bell Ring Many More Times, All Waiting For The Reclusive Candyman. All Five Children And Their Chaperones Rose From Their Spots. Charlie's Heart Raced With Excitement. He Completely Blocked Out Violet's Loud Chomping Nearby. The Factory Door Swung Open And Seconds Later, A Short Man About 5 Foot 2 With Purple Aviator Glasses With Neon Green Metal Frames Around The Purple Lenses. The Purple Lenses Give A Shadow On His Eyes. He Was Sporting A Flamboyant Plum Purple Velvet Knee Length Frockcoat With Light Purple Trims Around The Cuffs And Lapels With Two Large Pockets To Take Away From The Svelt, Feminine Line. Also There Was A Neon Green Colored Inner Silk Lining Of The Purple Jacket. A Satin Black Flowing Shirt With A Distinctive Purple & Violet Lamé Stripes With Purple And Pink Floral Design On The Striped Background Of The Lapel Waistcoat, He Also Wore Neon Green Flared Bellbottoms That Reached To The Floor Hiding His Short Heeled Purple Boots Along With A Brown Top Hat With A Light Blue Felt Hat-Band To Match With The Same Light Blue Fluffy Bow Tie Shows A Man Who Knows How To Compliment His Aqua Ocean Blue Eyes. He Walked Out Limping With Royal Purple Satin Gloves On A Purple Cane There Was Golden Blonde Shoulder Length Wavy Hair Locks That Curved Around His Face Giving Him A Illusion Of Youth And The Bangs Hanging Over His Aviator Purple Glasses. He Has Rosy Plump Cheeks. His Eccentric Wardrobe Gives The Impression That Willy Wonka Is A Phoenix-Like Man Arising From His Creative And Eccentric Genius. The Idea That Willy Wonka Is Fun And Whimsical, And Clearly Doesn't Care About Matching. Aside From His Clothes, He Has Bright Ocean Blue Aqua Twinkling Eyes And His Eccentric Personality Matches His Clothes. He Is Physically Small, But His Eccentric Colorful Persona Is Larger Than Life. He Is Very Skinny And Youthful. He Is Very Very Fit And Filled With Life. He Is Also Both Charming And Sensitive. The Children Thought How Clever He Looked! How Quick And Sharp And Full Of Life! Willy Kept Making Quick Jerky Little Movements With His Head, Cocking It This Way And That, And Taking Everything In With Those Bright Twinkling Aqua Blue Ocean Eyes. He Was Like A Squirrel In The Quickness Of His Movements, Like A Quick Clever Old Squirrel From The Park. The Eccentric Brilliant Candyman Slowly Trudged Towards The Gate. Everyone's Excitement Faded Upon Seeing Wonka's Frail Condition. Silence Filled The Air. When He Reached The Door, He Dropped His Cane And Tumbled Facedown Onto The Floor. Rather Than Landing, He Did A Somersault And Stood Upright. The Entire Crowd Applauded And Cheered. Charlie Let Out A Huge Smile. "Welcome My Friends, Welcome To My Chocolate Factory. Would You Please Come Forward?" Wonka Warmly Asked The Lucky Children As They And Their Respective Chaperones Darted Towards The Candyman. He Has A Voice That's Just A Slight Bit Higher And Youthful. "Get Back You! Come On Veruca Sweetheart!" Mr. Salt Yelled As His Daughter Shoved Augustus Towards The Crowd To Reach The Front Of The Line. Charlie Heard Mrs. Gloop Yelling At The Salts In German. He Did Not Care That He Wound Up Being The Last One In Line. All That Mattered To Him Was The Fact That His Longtime Dream Was About To Come True. Wonka Kindly Smiled At The Children. "Welcome. It's Nice To Have You Here. I'm So Glad You Can Come. It's Going To Be Such An Exciting Day. I Hope You Enjoy It. I Think You Will..." Once All Of The Children Introduced Themselves And Handed Their Golden Tickets, Wonka Gestured The Group Inside. The Disco Music And The Cheering Resumed As They All Stepped Into The Chocolate Factory. After The Door Was Closed, The Dull-Gray Room Was Dead Silent. The Cheering And The Disco Music Were No Longer Heard. "These Are Funny-Looking Coat Hangers." Mike Remarked As Wonka Instructed The Group To Hang Their Coats On Hand-Shaped Holders. Veruca Screamed When The Holder Snatched Her Mink Coat. "Nothing Alarming Here, Do Not Worry..." Wonka Told Her In A Calm Manner. When The Group Began To Walk Towards The Next Room, Wonka Suddenly Swung His Cane In Front Of Them, Nearly Whacking Violet And Her Father. Wonka Says,Strike That. Reverse It, Before We Can Proceed, It Has Come To My Attention That Only The Children Can Participate In My Tour... "But Mr. Wonka- The Tickets Said That Each Winner Could Bring One Guardian And No One Else..." Grandpa Joe Protested, Somewhat Paraphrasing It. Wonka Paused And Grabbed His Chin. "Hmm...You Are Quite Right Sir But There Has Been A Slight Change. The Workers Got A Tad Nervous About All Of These People Coming Today. So I Decided That Since The Children Are My Lucky Contestants, They Will Be The Only Ones Who Can See The Rest Of My Factory..." "Not Mike! He's Not Old Enough To Be By Himself! He's Only Nine! Mr. Wonka, Can I At Least Come With?" Mrs. Teevee Pleaded, Tightly Grabbing Her Tiny Son By Shoulders. "If You Won't Let Him Join Us, Then He Will Therefore Be Disqualified From The Tour..." Wonka Sternly Told Her. "I Can Keep An Eye On Him! I'll Make Sure He'll Be Okay!" Charlie Piped Up. "Why Thank You Young Man, I Appreciate Your Concern." Mrs. Teevee Replied, Still Not Convinced By The Last Minute Change. "Veruca Sweetheart I Do Not Like This. Let's G-" Before Mr. Salt Could Finish Veruca Aggressively Backed Away From Him. "I Want To Stay! I'm Not A Child Anymore! You Are A Rotten Father And You Always Make Things Difficult!" She Snarled As She Loudly Stomped Her Foot. Wonka Slightly Smirked At The Girl's Tantrum. "Mom, I Wanna Check This Place Out. I Bet There's At Least A Tv Here!" Mike Whined. Mrs. Teevee Sighed. "Very Well Then. Now You Behave Yourself Or You Will Watch The News For A Week!" Mike's Bright Blue Eyes Widened In Horror At The Thought Of Being Deprived Of His Favorite Violent Western Tv Shows And Being Forced To Watch The Dreadfully Boring News For A Whole Week. "If Anything Goes Wrong, I Will Call My Lawyer!" Mr. Beauregarde Threatened. "I Apologize For The Inconvenience. Since You Will Not See The Rest Of My Factory, I Have A Sample Of My Soothing Pineapple Rum Flavored Taffies. They Have Been Tested And No Adverse Side Effects Were Reported." Wonka Explained To The Chaperones. He Handed Each Adult A Round Tan-Colored Taffy. "How The Bloody Hell Are These Soothing? This Is Just Plain Taffy! I Don't Believe In This Rubbish!" Mr. Salt Snapped. Wonka Glared At Him. "I Can Assure You That As You Put It, Is Not Plain Taffy. It'll Sooth Your Tight Nerves And You Will Be Relaxed, As If You Are On A Beautiful Beach. Take A Bite." As The Adults Began To Eat Their Taffies, Veruca Huffed To Herself. "Hey Daddy! I Want A Soothing Pineapple Rum Taffy! Now!" She Barked. "It's For The Adults Only You Twit! Weren't You Listening?!" Violet Shouted With Annoyance. "Excellent. Now That The Grownups Have Their Samples, It's Your Turn My Dear Children. Just Follow Me To The Next Room And You Will Find My Wonderful Creations. Goodbye, Auf Weidersehn, Farewell My Dear Chaperones...' Wonka Told The Adults As He Led The Children Towards The Next Room.

[criminalromantic]

Cornelia Street - Chapter 7 (Billy Russo x Fem!Reader)

Summary: What happens when you and Billy don’t see each other?

Word Count: 1797

A/N: this is kind of a filler chapter, but I hope you enjoy it 

Warnings: none

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Don’t come over today.

Was the text that you quickly sent Billy as you were ready for work. To say that you were nervous was an understatement. Never before you sent Billy that kind of text, but then again, you were always excited to see him. That one week alone was already quite a ride and you just wanted to be done with it and sort through your thoughts. It seemed to be chilly, but sunny day and you were not willing to let anyone or anything ruin your Friday. 

As the day went you were feeling less tense, but at the same time more. You were thankful for every single minute when Billy didn’t show up. At the same time, you were scared that Billy replied to your text or worse - he would come through the door anytime and confront you about it. That is why you didn’t touch your phone since you sent the text and it has been hours since then. 

The worst thing probably was that he didn’t know the reason behind your sudden change of heart. He didn’t know what he did or how you felt about it. According to his reputation and how it portrayed him to be, something like this was exactly something he would do. 

Sound of the door opening brought you down to earth. It was a woman who bought a small bouquet for her friend’s birthday. Moments after she left, a man walked in. 

He was tall, visibly muscular with short dark hair. As he walked towards you, you noticed his face looked like it had experienced a lot, but you didn’t judge. 

“Hi, how may I help you?” You asked somewhat cheerfully out of habit as the man now stood on the other side of the counter.

“Hi, I’m looking to buy something for my girlfriend. A good pal of mine recommended this place, saying it’s his favorite in all of New York.” For some strange reason, he seemed a bit nervous as he spoke, a little smile on his lips.

“Well, I’m happy to hear that. I’m guessing that your friend really must like flowers. Anyway, what can I get you?” 

“Seven pink roses, please. And no, he was never particularly into flowers. At least until, recently.” He explained as you grabbed the flowers and positioned them to arrange them. Could it be?

“Really? That’s interesting, but not in a bad way. Flowers can make our lives a little more beautiful one bouquet at a time.” For a second you raised your head to smile at the man. As you were finishing with your work, in the corner of your eye you saw him shifting from one leg to another uncomfortably. But you didn’t say anything.

“Alright, your total is 26 dollars.” He put a few bucks in front of you before you even finished your sentence. You handed him the change, he took it and put it all in your tip jar. 

“Wow, that’s quite generous of you, thank you.” You said as 14 dollars landed in it. 

“Excellent service, what can I say?” He hung around like he wanted to say something. Seconds later he turned around with a quick “bye” and left.

The rest of the day went by fast. Like every Friday, there were a lot of people buying flowers for dates or other celebrations, but the last hour was basically dead. Sometimes you wondered what it is like - to be hanging out with friends at a party or a bar or someone’s place. You never really get to do that. Usually, you’re tired after work and you’re more of a daytime person anyway. Most of your friends are like that too and the ones that aren’t - you aren’t that close to them. You are your own boss and you could close up early whenever you wanted, but you wanted to maintain a routine. 

The clock struck 8 o’clock so you closed the shop and made sure everything was taken care of before you left for the weekend. Slowly you grabbed your phone and looked at it dreadfully. You didn’t want to check your notifications, but never using your phone for the rest of your life was kind of impossible. When you finally unlocked your phone, you saw… nothing. No notification. You felt relieved and slowly made your way upstairs to your apartment, where a hungry cat was already awaiting you. 

While your day was calm, Billy’s wasn’t at all. Fridays were always hectic because everybody was trying to get their work done before the weekend - at least most people he worked with were like that. That meant that the entire day Billy was drowning in a pile of reports and contracts that needed to be checked. Not to mention that two days ago a friend - Dinah Madani - asked him to help her with a case. So basically since he got back to work on Wednesday, he hadn’t had a moment to take a breath. The whole day he was feeling stressed and became angrier and angrier when he discovered that some of the reports had incorrect information or some contracts didn’t have all the signatures they were supposed to have. Amateurs. Billy thought as he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. 

He looked at this phone, lying on the desk, and thought that he could use a little break. The first thing he saw was a text message from you. He was excited for a moment - until he saw what you wrote. What? He opened the conversation and his fingers hovered over the keyboard. He ended up writing nothing because he didn’t know what to write back. Instead, he just stared at the four words. When he finally put the phone away to get back to work, he couldn’t. Different reasons why you wouldn’t want him to come popped up in his mind and none of them were good. What if something happened to you? What if you felt sick again? What if you just didn’t want to see him again? But he was going to respect your wishes. Then he came up with a plan to see what was wrong and picked up the phone again.

“Hey, Frankie, uhm, are you free right now?” Billy asked a little timidly, not knowing how to word his question.

“Uh, yeah, what is it, Bill?” 

“I need you to go to Y/N’s flower shop to check on her. For some reason, she doesn’t want me to come and I want to make sure she’s all right.” 

“Wait, hold up. What do you mean she doesn’t want you to come over?” Frank was often Billy’s voice of reason and now it even seemed like he could read his mind. 

“That’s what I don’t know, but she doesn’t want to see me today and as much as I want to go there right now, I can’t. So, will you go over there?” Billy flinched at how desperate and urgent his voice sounded, he was not used to that.

“Sure, why not. Send me the address.” He thanked his friend and quickly typed the address before sending it. He wasn’t completely calm, but he did feel a bit better and went back to work.

He was happy to hear from Frank that you were safe and nice as ever. He smiled at how Frank described your dedication to your job and mentally agreed. Another reason he smiled was that Frank liked you and his opinion mattered to him a lot. They have been through a lot together, seen each other’s ups and downs. They were always looking out for one another and that meant in all aspects of life - romantic included. 

But one thing kept him up at night. If you were all right, why wouldn’t you want him to come over? Maybe it was nothing, maybe you were just as busy as he was. Maybe you had a lot of work to make up for the first three days of the week. But he had been there when you had a hard day and you never sent him on his way. He had a feeling that this was bad. And he didn’t like it one bit. What if you didn’t want to spend time with him anymore? Did he do something that made you change your mind? 

He kept turning in his bed from one position to another. After a day like that, he thought that he would fall asleep as soon as he got into bed, but he couldn’t get you out of his mind. His phone was on his nightstand. Within reach. He contemplated calling you. Then he remembered that it was the middle of the night and he would probably wake you up, you would get angry at him for waking you up and he couldn’t come up with how that scenario would result in a good ending. He thought about sending a text, which he also figured was a bad idea. It was Friday and sending you a text would make it seem that he was getting drunk somewhere and texting you because of the alcohol. Neither of those options would give you the impression that he would like. Somehow, slowly, his eyelids became too heavy and he finally drifted off to sleep. 

When you checked the weather forecast the next morning, you thought about how you were going to spend the day. To be more specific, you were thinking about outdoor ways to spend the day. Most of your week you were stuck inside and you felt more than ready to go out and enjoy some sunlight and fresh air. After a few minutes and consulting with your cat, you decided to go on a hike somewhere outside of New York. 

Quickly you packed a bag with everything you might need. Some snacks, treats for Benjamin, a lot of water, some wet wipes - you never know when you might need those - and some other stuff. When you were satisfied with the contents, you got dressed into some comfortable leggings and t-shirt. You packed a spare t-shirt, in case you got sweaty and a hoodie if it got cold. Lastly, you put on some hiking boots. Only one thing left to do - get Benjamin ready for the adventure. You put the harness and leash on him and topped it off with a treat. 

“Are you ready for adventure, Benji?” You asked in a baby voice. 

“Meow.” 

“Okay, let’s go.” You made sure you had everything, took Benji’s leash, and walked out the door. 

When you stepped outside, you were met with chilly morning air. Taking a deep breath you felt good about your day.

That was until you stood face to face with a certain raven-haired man.

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Tags: @1-800-heartbreak @churchb