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O Blue Note Rio anuncia uma semana repleta de nomes famosos da música brasileira e grandes tributos. Além das apresentações de destaque, a casa preparou uma ação especial para a semana do Dia dos Pais, de 7 a 11 de agosto. Durante esse período, todos que comprarem ingressos (exceto para o show da Adriana Calcanhotto) terão direito a duas entradas por R$150,00. Os ingressos estão disponíveis no…

[bitsmag]

Blue Note Rio está de volta 

[overobsessedfanboy23]

Does it bother anyone else that in Duel Links, (at least so far) Ai never really apologised to Blue Angel for what he did to her brother?

I have no trouble believing she would forgive him and understand his actions whether he apologised or not but the fact that he didn’t try to (especially when he almost definitely does feel sorry) kind of bothers me. Why wasn’t there a scene like the one we got in Zexal world of Quattro apologising to Rio? That’s a genuinely really well-written moment that gave some nice closure to something in the series that they didn’t have the time or place for. Why wasn’t the same done for Ai and Blue Angel?

[babygirl-riley]

Hi I have a request so it’s like Simon and his wife arguing pretty badly like to the point where she’s shouting bare at him she’s on the verge of tears and while their arguing their new born cries so the reader goes upstairs to the crying baby once their baby is calm she doesn’t even go back downstairs to talk to him she just like stays in the baby room and goes on her social media to distract her self from Simon.

Hii so I have this written in my notes I always do that so I don’t forgot what I’m gonna ask and I hope this is what u meant tho cause im so slow it acc took me bare long to understand 😭

Quiet Home

You and Simon have been back to back arguments. Before you both could finish this one a loud cry interrupted the fight.

A/N: this is exactly what you asked for 😭 So embarrassing truly 💀 However this really tugged the heartstrings

“I want to be close to you, but I don't know what to do.'Cause if we are near to through, it may make it worse.”

Warnings: baby blues, depression, anger, arguments, fighting, yelling, screaming, baby crying, swearing, soft!simon, husband!simon, happy ending

simon x reader guide

simon x reader family

You were exhausted, you would clean, go get groceries, wake up every hour with the newborn, and everything in between. Usually you had Simon right beside you and help you with the smallest things. However, duty calls. Price promised Simon a couple months leave however, it was an emergency.

When Simon first brought it up, you knew he saw the rolling of the eyes but you brushed it off. Simon brought it up later and you just tried to push it away. Eventually it blew up. Things were said and yelled that weren’t meant to come out. Simon slept in a different room and he was gone for a couple of weeks.

You didn’t answer his calls but text him updates. It was petty but it’s a petty time. You were promised to have your husband here with both your child. Yet you are here almost falling asleep anytime it was early in the morning to feed the baby. You sat outside of the room of your baby as she bailed and bailed, being irritated and tired. Eventually you would go in sure but you were so scared that you would yell at her for being a baby.

After the couple of weeks you tried to brush it under the rug as you made Simon’s favorite dinner. Knowing he would be home. He text you stating that he will be home around 7 o clock and he was excited to see both you and the baby. 7 went to 8, 8 went to 9, 9 went to 10, 10 went to 11, and so on. The food went cold and baby was down. Especially you were tired.

You already put the food away and sat in the living room. You watched the clock before you angrily got up and started the bath. You needed to cool down. You heard the heavy footsteps heading down the hall. You rolled your eyes with the clock read 1 AM.

Simon noticed the light beaming through the room you both shared. Inhaling deeply he stepped in and rounding into the bathroom. You stood with a robe on and touching the warm water.

“S’rry ‘m late.” He said watching your movements.

“Okay.” You said not looking at him.

He frowned and shook his head. “I had a ton of paperwork and didn’t notice the time. Thought I had enough time.”

You didn’t say nothing as you went to the cabinet and pulled out your favorite salts for the bath. Simon watched as you poured them in and went back to put it away. “Y/n please.”

“Please what Simon? You were late. You weren’t here. Shit happens right? Emergencies happen. It’s whatever at this point.” You scoffed as you finally looked at him.

Simon noticed the anger in your eyes. He was upset that he left without resolving the last fight. He was upset that when he called you didn’t want to talk. He was upset he wasn’t home when he was supposed to be and not seeing his babygirl. He also noticed you are tired. Exhausted even. The bags. The purple shade underneath your eyes. “It’s my job you knew that when you signed up for it.”

You laughed and shook your head. “You don’t think I know that? Don’t you dare throw that in my face Simon. We were promised a break for our child yet he drags you back and you are willing to without a second glance.”

“Really? It goes back to me not carin’ about our family huh? That’s what you said before I left. You think I care more about my job than us.”

“Yes! Yes I do! I think that you are stuck in a loop without anyone but you! You are fine with just going instead of being here!” You yelled starting to walk out and brushing passed Simon.

“It’s my job! I have to go! I can’t leave my team behind!” He yelled back following you.

You scoffed as you ripped your robe off, ripping open your drawers. “Right but you can do it to us.” You mumbled pulling out sweats and a t-shirt.

“What’s that supp’se to mean?” He basically growled.

You snapped up and looked at him. “Ever since Millie was born it was like you have been gone. You will help yes but how long did that last before you skipped your happy ass to Price,” You yelled pulling the sweats up as you felt a sting of tears coming. You laughed as you heard nothing from him. “I have been doing this by myself with no help! Nothing Simon!”

“That’s not fair! How many times do I have to say it’s my fuckin’ job…”

“You have a job here!” You screamed as tears started to spill and right before anyone could say anything a wail broke through the air.

You both stood there for a minute before you raked your fingers through your hair. You wiped your eyes angrily. “Damn it,” You pulled your shirt on before walking out, grabbing your phone on the dresser. “I am sleeping in the other room.” You slammed the door shut before walking to the baby’s room.

You opened it as Millie screamed louder. You cried as you walked closer that turns to a sob. You didn’t know what to do. How to do it. You don’t know how to keep her asleep and fed and changed without being upset. You gripped the crib hard as you couldn’t move. You were tired and your baby needs you. “I’m sorry,” You cried as you picked her up and shushed her softly. “I know I know.”

You sat in the rocking chair as you let your baby fed. You scrolled on social media seeing all the happy couples. All what they are doing. All your friends looking like they don’t have problems. You missed Simon, not like he changed, just his touch, he soft voice when he whispers I love you. You missed his laugh when you both would have that marriage banter. You missed his tea.

You are afraid that maybe having a kid was a bad idea. That it ruined or tainted everything. You looked at your baby and inhaled. How could you think like that? What has she done to make you feel that way? It seemed like anytime Simon was around you were angry. Small arguments that turned into this. Your lip trembled and you held your baby closer to your chest. Tears prickling your eyes.

You threw your phone on the ground and sobbed. You were a monster. How could a mother think like that? Why would a wife yell at her husband for doing his job? You kept thinking about all the bad things that happened or been thought of that you didn’t notice that your baby was being scooped up.

When the cold air touched your skin, you opened your eyes panicked. You thought you dropped her as you looked down with tears blinding you before you felt a hand on your cheek. You snapped your eyes to see Simon, holding your baby girl close to his chest as she was asleep. “Baby,” He whispered concerned on his face. He was kneeling as he wiped tears after tears. “Come on let me put her to bed and let’s go talk please.”

“No,” You mumbled as you stood up. “I got her.”

Simon stood up and shook his head. “Please, you look tired.”

“I-I no she needs me.” You whispered but made no move to grab her.

“She has me too,” He said quietly. “Go to the kitchen please.”

You stared for a moment and looked at your baby. How small she was compared to him. How secure she looks when he was holding her. You nodded as you wiped more of the tears away. “Okay.”

Guilt pinged your chest as you glanced once to see him bouncing a bit as he slowly put her down. You walked into the kitchen and sat at the island as quiet tears slipped. You are tired you felt your body relax and felt heavy. “Baby,” You snapped your head up and saw Simon holding a kettle. “Do you want tea?”

You nodded once and looked away. It was quiet as he face the kettle waiting for it to go off. “I’m still mad at you.” You mumbled.

Simon nodded as he turned to lean against the counter. “Why is that?”

You rolled your eyes. “Simon you know why.”

Simon walked up and leaned his elbows on the counter. “Y/n I’m not doin’ it to hurt you two.”

You froze for a moment before looking away. Thoughts of how it could be different with him not having the damn job. However, he was right he wasn’t doing it to hurt you. “I told Price to call someone else but…he needed me for what I know.” You slowly looked at him as Simon looked the other direction. “I fought the old man about it for days. I didn’ say nothin’ cause I knew you would be upset. I didn’t notice that I was pushing you and our princess away. Just-just tried to figure out how to get out of it…I’m sorry.”

Now you felt even more bad. He tried to fight not to go and fought for the two of you. You inhaled but don’t exhaled afraid of sobbing once more. The moment Simon looked at you, you sobbed and hid your face with your hands. “I didn’t-I’m so sorry Simon.”

Simon walked around and shook his head as he turned the chair to gently pull you on for a hug. “Baby I should have said something and not fought it alone.”

You sobbed and sobbed as everything came down. “I’m so tired Si. I am tired of being awake so damn early. I am tired of cooking. I am tired of not being able to do anything. I am tired of fighting with you. I am sorry Simon. I should have been m-more understanding. You don’t deserve me. You don’t deserve to marry such a bitch. I have been so ru…”

He gently pushed you off to grab your wrists to show your face. Simon smiled softly before grabbing your chin with his thumb and finger. “I know. I know. You been overwhelmed with so much. We will figure it out yeah? It’s okay, we are fine. I married you for you even when it’s rocky. It won’t always be perfect.”

You calmed down a bit as you leaned into his touch. “Okay.”

The kettle goes off as Simon kissed your forehead to walk over. You sat still as Simon came around. “I will be here right now, try my best to help you my love.”

You looked up and saw him, his eyes glowing with love. You inhaled and nodded as he pulled you back into his chest. You snuggled in and felt warmth throughout your body. God no one deserves Simon Riley.

[clemleur]

e!42 miles with a soft girlfriend

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e!42 miles with the sweetest girl in the neighborhood

e!42 miles with a girlfriend who loves baby pink and blue (your most consistent nail colors)

e!42 miles with a girl that writes poetry and sticks love notes in his locker

e!42 miles whos mother adores her and thinks that if anybody can even miles out, its her

e!42 miles who pretends to be all hard to protect his family, including you, but really is just a soft baby who lives for laying his head in your lap while you redo his braids

e!42 miles who'll drive you up to the nice neighborhoods of new york after you tell him how much you love nature and miss the pretty parks in brooklyn before everything went to shit

e!42 miles who dreams of getting you and mama rio out of brooklyn and somewhere nice. somwhere safe.

e!42 miles who's addicted to kissing your soft, plush lips all the time and who'll pout if you dont give him a kiss right away

e!42 miles who tells you to focus on your studies and not worry about a job, that everything you need he'll cover

e!42 miles who follows on his promise, always surprising you with the necklace you saw in a storefront or new hair clips replacing the ones that previously broke

soft!girlfriend who gets on e!42 miles about not slacking on his studies after he doesn't show up to class a few times from his prowler duties

e!42 miles who tries to keep his prowler duties seperate from you but you're nice, not dumb and is fully aware of all that he does

soft!girlfriend who tries not ot be angry e!42 miles for what he does, knowing that hes just trying his best in the shit world you live in

e!42 miles who has a silent understanding between the two of you, that if you don't talk about it then he won't either

e!42 miles who knows that you know he loves you more than words and vice versa

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[topgun-imagines]

Day 10: Blood In The Water

Pairings: Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw x sister!reader, Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x fem!reader

Synopsis: What would have happened if it was you, Ice’s RIO, in that flat spin instead of Goose?

Warnings: mentions of death, panic attacks, crying, fainting, engine failure & plane crashes.

Note: wouldn’t mind expanding on this one after whumptober if people are interested

Word count: 1.3k

“Come on, Mav!” You called from behind Ice. The two of you were currently flying right behind Maverick, the arrogant pilot having cut you off to get a shot on the bogey. After many attempts, he was unsuccessful and now refusing to move to let you and Iceman get the shot. He was too close to get a proper shot lined up. The pissing contest between the two was really starting to get out of hand. “Get the hell out of there!”

With a roll of your eyes, you gave up on yelling at your brother's best friend and spoke to Ice instead. After little encouragement from you, it was his turn to yell at Maverick. “Mav! Come off high right,” You grinned, ready for Ice to make the shot. However, Mav insisted that he only needed five more seconds. “Come off high right, Mav. I’m in.” Everything seemed to be going fine. You and Ice were about to make the shot, putting you on top of the scoreboard.

But in the blink of an eye, everything went to hell.

“I’m off. Shit!” Maverick hissed, quickly pulling up and to the right. For a second, you were elated. This was the point that would put you over the edge. You were seconds away from winning the Top Gun trophy. That was before your stomach dropped and you realized what exactly was happening.

You froze, eyes screwed shut as you screamed at Ice. “We’re in his jet wash!” Distantly, you heard Ice curse in front of you. Your head was pounding against your skull, horror surging through your veins. The only thing you could do was hope that Ice could pull you out of it. This was not good. You peeled your eyes open when you heard a sensor going off. “Shit! We’ve got a flame out, Ice!” More sensors went off as your jet continued to spiral. “Engine one is out! Engine two is out!”

It was then that you heard the words you never wanted to hear from your pilot. He called your name in a rush. “I’m losing control, I’m losing control!” The panic in his voice was unlike anything you had ever heard before. “I ca- I can’t control it! It won’t recover!” He cussed again as the jet spun uncontrollably through the air.

You looked up with tears in your eyes, watching the view from the canopy switch from the dark ocean below to the bright blue sky. “We’re out of control! This is not good!” Before you could stop it, a sob bubbled out of your chest. It wasn’t often that you cried, and you knew that Ice needed you to be level-headed, but you couldn’t help yourself. You were about to die.

When Ice heard you crying behind him, it was as if something clicked in his mind. Suddenly, you stopped spinning. Now your jet was headed straight for the ocean. As a kid, you loved the water; splashing around in it with your brother. Now? Not so much. Through heavy breaths, you blinked sluggishly. Everything felt funny. Your head became fuzzy, it was harder to breathe and you felt sick to your stomach.

And then everything went dark.

In front of you, Ice was focused on pulling the two of you out of the flat spin. The two of you were going to make it through this. He was sure of it.

Only one hundred meters away, Goose watched, helpless as his baby sister and her pilot spun out of control. He would never tell Maverick this, but if there was one person that he was confident could recover from a flat spin, it was Iceman. When you had followed Goose to the academy only a few years after him, needless to say, he was worried. He was even more worried when you were paired with the infamous Iceman. After all, you were his baby sister. Nick Bradshaw would lay his life down to protect you. And everyone knew that.

One night, only a few days after you and Iceman had been paired up, Goose approached the cocky pilot that he considered his friend. Regardless of the fact that some would have assumed that Goose was really questioning Ice’s skill, Ice knew that your brother was simply looking out for you. And that was something that he could understand. That night, your pilot had promised to protect you with his life. If he could help it, no harm would ever come to you.

A few months later, Goose met Maverick. Even though Mav wasn’t at the academy, the two grew inseparable almost instantly. You had met Mav many times before being reunited with the pilot at Top Gun, however, he had never met your pilot. When you walked into the first class only a few weeks ago, Maverick’s jaw dropped at the sight of you strutting in with Iceman’s arm thrown over your shoulders. Needless to say, he was a bit jealous.

Maverick was never a religious man. But now, even he was praying that Ice could pull this off. Right now, his ego didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except for saving you and Iceman. Did he like the pilot? No. Did that mean that he wanted to watch him crash into the ocean? Hell no. Especially not if it meant you were going with him. You and Goose were the only family he had left. He wasn’t about to lose you.

“Mayday! Mayday! Ice is in trouble!” Simultaneously, Maverick and Goose’s jaws dropped. They both watched Ice pull off a miracle. Your jet was no longer spinning out of control. Instead, it was rising steadily. Even over the coms, they could hear Ice breathe a sigh of relief. But they weren't quite done yet. The next step was getting all four of you back to land without another incident.

Back on land, you were lying on the tarmac, out cold with Ice, Mav, and your brother hovering protectively over you. Ever so slowly, you blinked your eyes open, gasping quietly at the sight of the three aviators hovering over you. You only had a second to process what was happening before Goose collapsed onto you, clinging to you for dear life. There was a small smile on your face as you hugged him back.

Ice and Maverick sat back on their heels and made eye contact. Where there normally would have been anger or disdain, there was now thankfulness and understanding. A nod was shared between the two. And then your brother was launching himself at Iceman. Chuckling at the sight of your pilot's shocked face, you sat up slowly with the help of Mav. Ice shot a dazzling smile at you from over your brother’s shoulder and patted his back in reassurance.

“Thank you,” Goose pulled back, his expression as serious as you had ever seen it. “Thank you so much for keeping her safe.” Everyone’s expressions became sombre at the reality of what could have happened. Ice only nodded at your brother.

You were the next to hug him, falling into his arms and sniffling into his chest. His strong arms wrapped securely around you, keeping you anchored to the ground, to him. You could have sworn you heard him sniffle, but no one else ever had to know. When you sniffled again, holding him tighter, he rocked the two of you back and forth. And neither your brother, nor Maverick, needed to know that he pressed a delicate kiss to your temple seconds later.

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[ieatstarsforaliving]

The Masc Behind the Mask (4)

Summary: Hazel gets into a fight at the bank. And of course, you just have to save her.

Pairing: Spider-Woman!Hazel Callahan x Classmate!Reader

Warnings: Mature language, use of (Y/N), violence, mentions of bruises, cuts, and blood, threats of death, fainting, just Spider-Woman stuff

Word Count: 5019

Note: I got really annoyed at writing action because uhm it ls hard so the fight scenes are really lame. I also added a special character in here who you might recognize from Spiderverse teehee - Bia <3

Hazel hid in an obstructed alley, quickly scanning her surroundings before kicking off her shoes, sending them tumbling towards the nearby garbage can. She reached into her backpack to retrieve her suit while wrestling her jeans off, hopping on one foot, causing her to tumble into a heap of discarded cardboard boxes– before she managed to put on her suit in place. She shot her backpack to the dumpster with some webs to keep it in place, then leaped onto the roof. 

Perched on a ledge high above the street, Hazel looked down at the neighborhood and took a deep breath.

"Okay, this is fine. You’re fine! You basically left (Y/N) all alone in your room without a proper explanation and she probably thinks you’re robbing a bank! But this is fine," Hazel mumbled to herself, adjusting the web-shooters on her wrists before jumping down. 

She swung through the neighborhood, listening intensely to the sound of police sirens. As she descended upon the robbery at the bank, she surveyed the area, calculating her approach. The bank’s door seemed to have been blasted open by some form of intense firearm, but other than that, it was hard to see exactly what was going on inside. 3 police cars flashing red and blue circled the scene of the crime, yet the officers seemed to hesitate to interact with the building.

Hazel silently swung closer, landing behind a familiar officer. 

“Officer Morales,” Hazel said, startling the officer. Morales swiftly turned to the voice, a hostile glare etched across her face when she saw the outrageous Spider-Woman standing before her. 

“We’re handling it,” Officer Morales scoffed, tossing her braid. “We don’t need help from unidentified vigilantes in spandex suits.” 

Hazel laughed, giving a slap on the officer’s back. “Come on, Rio. Are we going to do this every time?” 

Rio glared at Spiderwoman, sighing before reluctantly pulling out her notepad. 

“Three suspects inside the building. They’ve got high-tech gear– dangerous stuff I’ve never seen before. The bank’s closed, so no civilians are in there, but we’ve lost a few officers already.” She glanced at Spider-Woman. “It’s risky going in.” 

Hazel gave a nod. “That’s why I’m here. Soon as I send out the officers, take them to a safe distance.” 

“Don’t tell me what to do…” The officer grumbled, but nonetheless, waved her fellow police over to update them on Spider-Woman’s appearance. 

Squaring her shoulders, Hazel strode towards the bank’s entrance. Her priority was clear– evacuate the officers, contain the threat, and get back to you and clear up the misunderstanding of her being an ex-convict/bank robber. 

You know, if you haven't left and called the cops already. 

As Hazel entered the bank, her eyes darted from corner to corner– rubble and cash were scattered all around on the ground, with the chairs and ATM machines smashed to pieces. It seemed like the robbers had already emptied out the ATMs, and had moved onto the teller drawers and vaults. As Hazel moved deeper into the bank, her senses heightened– sounds of shuffling footsteps, obnoxious laughter, and some form of– technology?

With a swift, controlled motion, she jumped onto the wall then to the ceiling, climbing the walls upside down towards the noise. She first saw a group of officers pinned to the ground by something invisible, placed by a robber holding a dark trumpet-shaped device. The second robber was holding a massive firearm, with a series of circular indentations giving off an odd blue glow. Hazel deduced that was what blasted the door off. The last robber seemed to be wearing a backpack that extended 2 long metal arms and talons that was grabbing as much cash as it could from the vault, stuffing it into a bag. Each of them wore a black mask, with only their eyes and mouths carved out.    

“Trumpet Man, Blaster, and… Noodle Arms,” Hazel mumbled to herself, giving each of her targets nicknames so that the author doesn’t have to write ‘robber’ a bunch of times.

Hazel slowly descended down, hanging from a web upside down until she hovered in the middle of the distracted robbers. The trio didn’t notice her until she cleared her throat. 

“Hey, guys! Can I make a withdrawal real quick?” 

In a swift, calculated motion, Hazel webbed Blaster and Noodle Arm’s eyes as soon as they turned around. Their shouts of surprise were muffled as she leapt towards Trumpet Man, where the hostages were pinned down. Trumpet Man tried to hit Spider-Woman with his weapon still pointed at the officers— and Hazel easily dodged the pathetic attempts, giving a good punch to his face. The device fell to the ground, and the officers were free. 

“Get out of here!” Hazel yelled to the officers. They obeyed as Trumpet Man tried to reach for the device on the floor. Hazel used her webs to grab it first, then attempted to rip it apart. 

“God, what is this made of?” Hazel mumbled at the complicated design of the weapon. After a few hits, a crack echoed through the room as the weapon gave away. She was surprised at the energy core— a small orb, the size of a marble, which radiated blue. It was unlike anything she had seen before. Hazel pocked the orb and threw the rest of the machinery pieces towards Trumpet Man as she felt her body snatched by two forceful hands— Noodle Arms had lunged, catching her off guard. 

“Looks like Spider-Girl’s come to play,” Noodle Arms sang, pulling Hazel’s body forward then smashing her to the ground. As her body made contact with the concrete, she grabbed onto a fallen chair and threw it towards Noodle Arms, causing him to fall back and lose grip on Hazel. 

She twisted her body and broke free, somersaulting backward and landing in a crouched position. “Nice try, but I’ve already dealt with a guy with 6 extra arms. 2 arms? That’s child’s play.”

She moved closer towards Blaster, who had been completely disinterested in whatever Hazel and the other robbers had been doing. As Hazel stomped closer, his attention shifted from the money bag to Spider-Woman, his eyes completely apathetic. 

“Alright, let’s finish this up,” Hazel said. 

Blaster cackled. He pointed the weapon towards Hazel, its entire shape pulsing with a blue electric glow. Electricity crackled around its barrel, as an unsteady vibration filled the air. 

“Yeah, I don’t think so, sweetheart.” 

And he pulled the trigger. 

Your breaths came in shallow gasps as you approached the bank. You had run for what felt like a good 20 minutes, which was enough to get you winded. Which was lowkey embarrassing, but you had no time to dwell on your lack of stamina. You latched onto the nearby policeman, heart beating out of your chest. 

“Officer, please, my friend is in there–”

The officer gently pulled you away, attempting to hold you steady. “-There shouldn’t be any civilians in there, kid. Calm down.” 

You shook your head. “No, You don’t understand— my friend, she was in juvie, and I think she’s being blackmailed into helping the robbery or something, and you need to help her–” 

“-Juvie?” The officer cocked his head, then leaned in closer, serious. “Okay, I’m going to have to write this down. So you’re saying one of the robbers is a teen?”

“She’s not a robber— At least I don’t think— I—” You fumbled, not wanting to get Hazel arrested. She didn’t exactly say what she was doing, and you didn’t want to get her into deeper trouble than she already was in. But what could you say to the officers without handing Hazel over to them as if she was a criminal? 

Before you could continue your words, a loud BANG exploded from the bank. 

Without thinking, you ran into the building. You could hear the officer trying to stop you but you ignored them, sprinting towards the door– or rather, the lack of one— and you immediately began screaming. 

“Hazel! Hazel!” You screamed, running into the building. You ignored the mess of broken concrete on the floor, eyes scanning for any signs of your friend. “Hazel!”

You could hear coughing from the deeper part of the bank, and you ran up to the sound, waving off the dust that settled all around you. Your eyes caught sight of the far away wall which had completely smashed down, creating a gaping hole identical to the one of the bank’s door. The air hung heavy, making every breath a struggle. Amidst the confusion, you spotted the friendly neighborhood Spider-Woman sprawled on the ground, her body heaving with coughs as she struggled to regain her breath. Around her was a chaotic scene– remnants of a recent explosion littering the area. 

You suddenly felt an immense amount of panic seeing Spider-Woman, the literal hero of this entire place in such a shaky state. You slowly backed away, your body reacting and telling you to fuck everything and run out of the door– but you stepped on a particular chunk of wall, making a very loud CRUNCH. 

Hazel immediately turned towards the sound, her heart dropping when she saw you. 

“Don’t come any closer!” Hazel screamed, scampering to her feet. “Turn around and run!” 

You tried to do as you were told– you really did. But your body froze up in a state of fright, your eyes focusing on the three robbers that slowly emerged from the wall’s hole. You pointed towards them and Hazel turned, groaning before running up to you. 

“What are you–” -Hazel deepened her voice. “-I mean, what are you doing here, uh, miss?” 

“I-I’m looking for my friend,” You choked out, suddenly realizing what a stupid idea this was. Spider-Woman was here, which meant this situation was a Spider-Woman level threat. You could be in real danger. But so was Hazel. “Her name is Hazel and she- she’s in here. She has blue eyes and– and dark, really messy sort of hair.”

“It’s not that messy,” Hazel mumbled, grimacing at the word ‘friend.’ She then grabbed you and pushed you out of the way as a concrete chunk from the wall was thrown towards the two of you. “Watch out!” 

You tumbled to the floor, and Hazel quickly grabbed you and got low behind the mess, whispering to you. 

“Listen to me. You’re going to do as I say.”

“But my friend–” 

“-She’s fine. She’s not here. She’s waiting for you outside, okay?” Hazel argued. “I’m going to distract the robbers, and as I’m doing that, I need you to run towards the door. Just run, don’t look back, and I’ll handle everything, okay?” 

You hesitated. 

“Answer me!” Hazel yelled. “Okay?” 

“Okay!” You yelled back, letting Spider-Woman give you a pat on the head before swinging towards the robbers.  

You scrambled to your feet, the only thing in your ears the rushing sound of your own heartbeat. Spider-Woman’s familiar voice echoed in your mind; Just run, don’t look back. But as the floor rumbled and walls cracked, you couldn’t stop yourself from turning around, your eyes following Spider-Woman as she confronted robbers. 

Hazel, not knowing you were stubbornly still in the building, intensely fought against the robbers. She moved with austere agility, using her webs to swing between the men, landing kicks and punches through the bits of rubble they threw at her. 

Trumpet man, without his weapon, pretty much rendered useless hits before Hazel managed to web him by the wall. Noodle Arms lashed out, trying to capture her, but Hazel was always a step ahead, dodging and weaving through the attacks. 

While she was distracted, Blaster adjusted the dials on his weapon, his fingers moving over the controls with an angry precision. Recovering the weapon’s blue glow, he aimed it at Spider-Woman. 

Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw you, amidst the wreckage and dust— face pale with fear as you stared at Spider-woman’s movements. 

“Oh, fuck,” you muttered, realizing you have been noticed by a robber. You had to move. You had to move. But your legs felt like twigs, about to break if you tried to take another step. 

An amused grin spread across Blaster’s face, as he redirected his aim towards you. 

Hazel’s spider-senses instantly flared, a tingling sensation shooting through her body. Her head turned towards the warning, just in time to take in the sight of a weapon aimed directly at you, its blue glow intensifying. 

“(Y/N)!”

Without a second thought, she pushed off the ground with all her remaining strength, launching herself through the air.

The weapon fired, a blinding burst of blue energy hurtling towards you. 

Your body recoiled as a reaction, eyes shutting tightly expecting the blow. 

A sudden, violent crash echoed through the bank, followed by a strangled cry. 

You braced yourself, waiting for the inevitable.

But seconds passed, and the expected pain didn’t come. 

You braced yourself, eyes tightly shut, waiting for the inevitable. But seconds passed, and the expected pain didn’t come.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, looking through the haze of smoke and debris. Spider-Woman was on the ground, her body shaking from the attack. She had flown into the path of the blast, twisting mid-air to take the full force of the hit meant for you– sending a shockwave through the room and throwing her back against the floor, which had spiraling cracks showing the brutality of the hit.

The impact of the blast had knocked the wind out of Hazel, her every breath a struggle against the pain radiating from her chest and back. She blinked away the dust that clouded her vision, trying to push herself back up on her feet. But each movement sent sharp jolts of pain through her body, making her fall back down with her every effort. 

Noodle Arms, encouraged by the hero’s weakened state, closed in on her. His mechanical limbs headed straight for Spider-Woman’s body, as she forced herself back up. Swaying, she attempted to fight off the strikes, protectively staying in front of you.

 “You’re done, Spider-Girl,” Noodle Arms sneered, his metallic hands heading for her face. In a quick defense, Hazel pulled her face back, letting the claws snag just a bit of the fabric of her mask. With a yank, the fabric tore free. 

Fuck. 

A split-second of disbelief froze Hazel in place. The rush of adrenaline that had sustained her through the battle ebbed away, leaving her momentarily defenseless— letting a blow directly in her stomach. 

Hazel fell back, landing right by your feet as you flinched back. She immediately tried to cover her face with her hands— but you had already seen her, your eyes widening at the sight of the familiar face.

Hazel’s heart stopped.

Not like this. 

Not like this.

I didn’t want her to find out like this. 

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Not like this. 

You stared at the familiar face with a stunned expression, your mouth agape.  

“...Hazel?” 

Your body went rigid, realizing that the hero you thought could withstand anything, save anyone— was your Hazel Callahan. 

And she was bleeding out in front of you.

Your shock gave just enough time for Noodle Arms to grab you. Before Hazel could scream your name, she felt a cruel blow to her head. She toppled to the floor, body completely limp. 

“Hazel!” 

Noodle Arms laughed, grabbing Hazel’s body and tossing her over his shoulder. You struggled against the strong grip on you, eyes tearing up in utter panic.

The man then nodded towards you with a hungry expression. “What about her?” 

The man with the glowing weapon walked closer to you, examining your fearful face and then back at the unconscious Spider-Woman, as if to deduct the relationship between the two of you.

Then he grinned. 

“Bring her with us.”

“She’s slept enough.”  A voice rang. “Wake her up.” 

Blaster raised his leg, delivering a merciless kick to Hazel’s head. You gasped as she crumpled to the ground, pain searing through her head as her consciousness started to return. 

“You hear me?” The man sneered. He grabbed her by her head and pulled her up to his face. “Get up.” 

“Hhng,” Hazel groaned. Her vision started to return– and within her blurry sight she could see you, sobbing on the concrete ground. You weren’t even tied up, just far too scared to move even an inch from your submissive position. Hazel instinctively tried to reach you, but realized that she was chained– her arms tied up behind her with some metal cuffs. Hazel pathetically struggled against the restraints. “Don’t— not her…”

“Keep your eyes on me,” said Blaster, gripping Hazel’s head tighter. “If you want to keep her alive, look at me.” 

Hazel gave you a weak look of reassurance before glaring at the man in front of her. Trumpet Man and Noodle Arms sneered behind him. 

“Yeah, alright, you got me,” Hazel taunted, head spinning from the brutality of the hold. “How does it feel to win against a teenage girl?” 

The man grinned in amusement, scoffing at Hazel’s unwavering humor– before throwing an intense punch to Hazel’s stomach. Before she could properly process the blow, the fingers tangled in her hair forcefully jerked her head with a savage force. Her head snapped backward, setting her up for another brutal hit aimed at her jaw. The impact sent her body to the ground, slamming her onto the cold floor.

“Hazel!” You shrieked, quickly shuffling to her side. Her chest barely moved up and down as you panicked, pulling her to her knees and caressing her face. “Hazel, Hazel…” 

“You okay…?” Hazel whispered. You tearfully nodded. 

Good. Hazel sighed, leaning into your hand against her cheek.

“Teenagers these days…” Blaster grumbled, frowning at the two girls on the floor. “Why did you have to show up to our little robbery, huh? Now everything is complicated.” 

“It’s not that complicated, really,” Hazel wheezed. “You’re bad guys. You do bad things. I’m a good guy. I make sure bad things don’t happen.” 

She earned a cackle from the men, as Blaster crouched down in front of Hazel. 

“A good guy, huh? You think what you’re doing is good? And what we do is bad?”

“Oh, here we go with the villain origin story,” Hazel mumbled. “It doesn’t matter what your motivation is– you were hurting people. You were hurting officers.” 

“And what do they think about you?” Blaster scoffed, his eyes narrowing as he paced around the floor. “Spider-Woman, a vigilante who ignores the righteous law and pursues evil… even the cops hate you. You think you're so righteous, but you're just as much a problem as we are."

You watched Hazel clench her jaw. He had hit a nerve— Spider-Woman did not entirely have a positive image in the eyes of the law. 

Angry, you spoke up. “That doesn't justify what you're doing here. You chose this path. You chose to hurt people.”

Blaster nodded, as if to reminisce about his decision. "Choices, huh? We all make choices. Some of us choose survival. Some of us choose power. And some of us," he glanced pointedly at Hazel, "choose to play hero, even when no one asked them to."

He knelt down beside Hazel, his voice low and dangerously calm. "You think you're better than us? That you're untouchable because you wear a mask and swing from buildings? You're just as much a criminal in their eyes."

Hazel glared right back at him, but her mind was trying to figure out exactly where she was. It was definitely not the bank— based on the interior, it seemed to be an abandoned apartment somewhere, probably a hideout of sorts. There were two doors in the room.

Blaster stood back up, the blue glow from the weapon in his hands casting light on his hardened features. He saw you eye the color suspiciously and grinned.  

"You want to know about this stuff?" He fiddled with the machine, pressing a couple buttons and taking out a blue orb. "It's not just some fancy power source. This blue glow is the key to everything we've been planning.

"Years ago, I was a nobody. Scrapping for something, anything, in the mines for money. Until one day, I hit a vein. Not just any ore—a new material for a source of power. Unstable, unpredictable, but damn powerful if you know how to capture it and handle it."

“And you chose to build weapons with it?” 

Blaster straightened up, his gaze piercing through the orb in his fingers. “Smart girl. With weapons like these, the higher ups would want in. They can finally change the game. No more petty crimes. No more wars. I want recognition, respect—the kind that comes when governments realize what I can offer. This bank heist? It's not just about money. It's about making a statement. Showing them what we're capable of— what we can sell."

The man placed the orb back in his weapon, firing the machine on. You watched Hazel gulp as the machine whirred back to power. 

“Okay, well, that’s great for you, but my arm is falling asleep,” Hazel rasped, in a sort of pleading way. “Can we go?” 

“Oh, sure.” Blaster grinned again, with the same sadistic hunger as before. “But, before you go, I think there should be a lesson of what happens when a little girl acts like a hero and messes with the big bad guys.” 

Hazel’s breath hitched as the men behind him stepped forward. 

Blaster gave a nod towards you.

 “Kill her.” 

“No,” Hazel spluttered. “No!” 

“No, please, no,” You tried, stumbling away from the man who walked towards you with malice in his eyes. 

Hazel thrashed against her chains, causing her to fall to the floor again. “Stop! I’ve learned my lesson! I’VE LEARNED MY LESSON!” 

“Bet you have, doll.” Blaster chuckled. “But I gotta make sure we don’t see your ass swinging through my neighborhood ever again.” 

Hazel's heart raced as desperation hit her body, fighting against the chains that bound her. The cold metal cut into her wrists, sending sharp pains up her arms with each futile tug. Her eyes met with yours— she had never seen you so scared. 

“Please…” Hazel begged. 

Blaster's expression softened, but it was gone as it had arrived. Unmoved by her pleas, he nodded once again, ordering the arms to creepily stretch towards you. The metallic talons grabbed your throat. You tried to fight the pressure, clawing at the machine. But you had no chance, feeling your airway close as Hazel’s voice began to fade.

Before he could snap your neck, a sudden commotion erupted from the entrance of the room. Shouts and footsteps echoed through the apartment, startling everyone in the room. Noodle Arms spun around, his arms losing grip, momentarily distracted by the unexpected intrusion.

“It’s the cops!” Trumpet Man yelled. “How did they know we were here?!”

“It’s your fault! I told you we gotta get farther from the crime scene than this.” 

“Shut up,” Blaster grumbled, looking outside the window hastily. “Alright, this is our chance to leave another mark. Let’s blast through them. ”

As the men started to gather the bags of money from the floor while bickering, you quickly crawled back to Hazel. 

“Hazel— Hazel, we gotta go.”

“Yeah, just— help me up, please?” 

You helped her up, eyeing the door behind you. That was the door you came through— the door to the stairs. You supported Hazel’s body, your arm bracing her shoulders. She winced in pain as you practically dragged her to the stairs, giving a quick look back at the robbers. 

Blaster stared right at you, then at your reddened neck, as if to give a final warning.

You hastily turned back, hurrying Hazel to the stairs. 

Every step felt like eternity, Hazel’s weight heavy against you. Hearing her breath so uneven and haggard made your body run cold— you couldn't help but worry— what if she died here? The cuffs on her wrists weren’t helping either, clinking with each motion. 

You could feel Hazel leaning more and more heavily on you, her feet faltering as she struggled to keep pace. You had to admit your own fatigue— the stairs were too steep, too long. Your legs trembled as you heard footsteps above you— was it the police? The robbers?

“Come on, Hazel,” you whispered urgently, coaxing her down another step. Hazel attempted to put her foot down but she stumbled, gripping you tighter. 

“I’m sorry,” she gasped out, holding you so, so close. You could feel her entire body temperature dropping. The tears she did so well to hold now were dripping down her cheeks. “I can’t. I can’t do it, I can’t.” 

Her broken voice shattered your heart. You placed her gently down the stairs, helping her sit down. 

“Hey, hey— it’s okay. We’ll take a break. Just for a moment, okay? You’re doing so good.” You wiped her tears from her face, moving the strands of her hair out from her vision.

“I’m sorry-” Hazel continued. “This is all my fault I’m so sorry-”

“-No, it’s not your fault,” Hazel coughed. “It’s not your fault. You saved me.”

You stared at Hazel’s appearance— her usually shy and vibrant features were now marred by blood and streaks of dirt. Her dark hair was tousled and matted against her blue and purple face— she was a mess. So were you. You two had to get out of here.

“Hazel, we gotta get down,” You said. “We have to get back home.”

“No– not home. Not to my mom,” Hazel tensed. “Not my mom. She doesn’t know. No– no one can know.” 

“So where do we go?” 

Instead of answering, hazel’s eyelids drooped. She leaned her head against your shoulder as a weak groan escaped her lips.

"No, no, no, Hazel, stay with me," you sniffed, struggling to keep her upright. You adjusted your hold, keeping her steady as panic settled in your stomach again. 

You found yourself sobbing, clutching onto Hazel’s body as it slowly lost warmth. You couldn’t possibly bring Hazel down all on your own— and even then, you were sure where you were and how to get back home. 

“Hazel, I don't know what to do,” You begged, looking around the dark, empty stairwell. “I don’t know what to do…” 

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed from behind. You turned around as a bright flashlight shined into your face. You flinched at the light cutting through the darkness, hugging Hazel tighter. 

“Police! Don’t move!”

It was an officer with dark brown hair braided in a ponytail. She lowered her gun as she saw you crying, her eyes landing on Hazel’s spider-suit. Her stern expression morphed into shock, walking closer to you. 

You held onto Hazel, protecting her from the stranger. 

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” The officer insisted, her eyes traveling to the cuffs on Hazel’s wrists. She stared in silence for a moment before turning to you.

“What’s your name?” 

“...(Y/N).” 

The officer sighed and looked around the stairwell. Her walkie talkie buzzed, asking for a response. Your anxiety spiked— if people found out Hazel was Spider-Woman, wouldn’t that put her in danger? 

Sensing your terror, the officer put a hand over your mouth before answering the walkie talkie.

"Stairwell is clear. No sign of the suspects. Proceeding to the next floor. Over."

You stared at her with glistening eyes as she let Hazel fall into her arms, carrying her bridal style. 

“Can you walk?” She asked, to which you quietly nodded. 

The officer began descending through the darkness. You followed her, tears still streaming down your face as the officer silently guided you down the stairs.

You never thought you would ever be in the backseat of a police car, but here you were, in the middle of the night, with an unconscious Hazel leaned against your lap. The officer had managed to break the cuffs, letting you see the cuts and bruises on Hazel’s wrist. It matched your neck.

You looked outside a window. Rain had begun to fall, each sound of raindrops hitting the roof of the car. It was almost calming, if you weren’t thinking about the fact that Hazel Callahan was Spider-Woman and that both of you almost died today. 

“How old is she?” 

The officer’s voice interrupted your thoughts, making you jump. You turned your head to the front of the car. You realized she was talking about Hazel.

“...Eighteen.” 

The answer seemed to hurt the officer, as she muttered a curse word under her breath.

“...I have a kid her age,” she said. “I’d do anything to keep him safe.”

You immediately understood what she meant.  

‘I’m not risking my son’s life by bringing you to my home.’ 

Instead, you gave her your address. You couldn’t bring her to a hospital, at least, not with what she was wearing. You just had to somehow sneak the two of you to your room.

The officer continued. “You begged me not to take you to a hospital tonight, but I want you two to get checked tomorrow, alright? My husband works as a nurse. Tell him I sent you and he won’t ask questions.”

“Thank you, Officer…” you searched for her name. 

“Morales. Don’t thank me.” She stared at you from her rearview mirror, a stern look in her eyes. “And kid?” 

You stared back. 

“I don’t ever want to see you again.” 

Her words were sharp, but once again, you understood the soft meaning behind them. 

“Yes, ma’am…”

Officer Morales gave a slight nod, her eyes briefly softening in the mirror before focusing back on the road.

You looked down at Hazel, watching the passing street lights illuminating her battered face. So fragile, yet so strong. You reached down to hold Hazel’s hand, hoping the heat from your skin will warm her. You leaned your head back, closing your eyes for a moment, listening to the rhythmic sound of the rain and the hum of the engine. 

The city continued to blur outside the window. And you too, felt yourself blur. 

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Authors note: This one has a bit more angst into the story also these are not accurate to the film! I made my own changes in order to keep the whole found family together also thank you for 7K! 😫 damn just a week ago I had 6.8k and quickly got to 7K! Thank you everyone and enjoy this next part!

Summary: Miles has been MIA and Noir has grown worried over the disappearance of his own little spider.

Warnings: Slight ATSV Spoilers, fluff, angst, mentions of spider bite, universe, fate, found family au, miguel is trying his best, black cats fate changes, reveals, humor, co parenting, language.

Word Count: 2.1K

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“You weren’t suppose to be Spider-Man.”

Miles had been MIA ever since he got back from his last mission in capturing Spot. He was hard man to catch but after some time and working as a team they were able to capture him and put him on lock down, making sure that he was no where near anything that could help him escape.

It was Noir who noticed the teens absences after a day. The kid was usually attached to his hip and never left his side, other times he would come see him and rant about things that happened in school or the times that he saved people and the stories he would tell, but not today.

Miguels lab was too quiet.

It irritated him.

Even though Miguel and him have started to fix up their marriage again, he was still under house arrest until further notice from his own husband, not being allowed to leave without permission, but the cat was getting anxious. A small voice inside his head was telling him to search for the kid, to check up on him and see how he’s doing. The parent inside of him wanted to crawl out and do what a parent would do when their kid was suddenly missing.

So, without Miguel’s knowledge he leaves base.

He makes sure to block Lyla from tracking him in case Miguel finds out that he’s gone. As much as he cares for his husband he didn’t want to deal with his anger if he were to find out that he left without giving him a reason. When arriving to Miles universe he makes sure to appear on the rooftop of his parents apartment, knowing that it was the weekend and that the kid usually spent his time at his parents house, being with them and catching up.

With slow movements he looks over the roof to where Miles bedroom was, getting ready to climb down and slide the window frame open only to freeze when he sees Miles dad leaving the apartment with a deep sigh, following after him is his wife. “Don’t worry. I’m sure he will come back and help.” Said Rio as her husband shrugs his shoulders. “Spider-Man hasn’t showing up in nearly two weeks. Who knows if he’s coming back.”

His words catch Noir by surprise, eyebrows furrowed as he stays hidden on the rooftop and watches the couple interact with each other before he quietly slips inside Miles room to find it empty. He takes in the teens room, never had he entered the kids room without permission until now, taking in the interior and the way the kid kept it organized and messy at the same time.

He found Mile’s sketch book lying open on his bed finding the open pages to a sketch of both him and his uncle, simple drawings that the kid liked. He reached down to pick up the sketch book, only staying on those pages before closing the sketch book and setting it down. The rest of kids room is messy and clothes was scattered everywhere, in the pile of clothes he finds his spider suit and frowns.

The kid never left without it as he gets down on one knee to pick it up, holding it in his gloved hands before hiding it under Miles bed and looking out the window, getting an idea of where the kid could possibly be as he jumps out the window, using his grappling hook to swing across the city as he searched for the kid.

The sound of traffic can be heard below him as he swings across the city, focused on finding the kid that he doesn’t notice the familiar red and blue following after him.

It only takes him a few minutes to reach the clock tower, landing on top to find the teen sitting on the edge, wearing a hoodie as he stares at the city view.

“Figured I’d find you here.”

His voice startles the poor teen, jumping in surprise as Miles sighs in relief. “You scared the hell out of me!”

Y/n chuckled as he sits down next to the teen. The two sitting in silence as they take in the city’s view and sunset. “You’ve been distant.” Y/n finally speaks up, glancing at the kid who lowers his head with a small shrug. “Sorry, just been…going through something.”

The thief wants to roll his eyes at the kids excuse, knowing that it was something more as he moves closer to the kid. “Sure its not something else? I mean, I’ve seen you upset and you still do your job as the cities hero but—‘spider has been missing for 2 weeks?’ Doesn’t sound like you.”

“What are you, my mom?”

“Technically, I’m still your guardian whenever you are a hero.” Y/n shot back, nudging the kid on the shoulder playfully, earning a slight laugh from him.

It wasn’t until he fell silent again, giving Miles the time to finally get the courage to speak. “Remember the mission I had with the others on capturing Spot?” Y/n nods at his words. “Well, he showed me something that I wished I didn’t know.” Miles sighs deeply, nervously playing with the strings of his hoodie, eyes focused on the material.

“What did he show you?” Y/n asks.

Miles hesitates before speaking up. “That I wasn’t suppose to be Spider-Man.”

Y/n froze at the comment, eyes widening under his goggles as he glared at nothing, blood boiling.

“He said that the spider that bit me actually belonged in another universe and that someone else was suppose to be bitten.” Miles continues. “I wasn’t suppose to be Spider-Man in the first place.”

“Miles—“

“That makes me an anomaly doesn’t it?” Miles turns to Y/n with sad eyes, realizing the mistake that’s happened in his own universe the realization that this whole time he thought he had a purpose only to find out that it was all a mistake. “Think Miguel will be upset?” Miles next words cause Y/n to blurt out. “I don’t give a damn what he thinks.”

Not knowing the Miguel was hiding behind the pillars, listening into the two.

“But, I’m an anomaly. I could destroy my own universe!”

“Or you can change it.” Y/n’s words catch him by surprise while the adult sighs deeply. “Not everything has to go according to plan and not everything can go the way it needs to be.”

“But, there’s a universe out there without a Spider-Man—!”

“They don’t need to be bitten by a spider to be Spider-Man.” Y/n’s voice grows stern with the kid. “Yes, that universe is in need of a hero but it doesn’t have to be a spider. Before Spider-Man they were once a smart kid and the universe will always find a way to fix things on its own. They may not have super strength or webs, but they damn sure know how to create something new.” He reached up to lift his goggles and mask, slipping it over his head as he smiles faintly at the kid.

“I’m still an anomaly…” Miles mutters.

“Then so am I.”

Miles stares at him confused. “What do you mean?”

Y/n’s fingers tracing over the tinted goggles, sighing deeply. “Ever Black cat is the same. They betray people, use them, greedy, a good thief.” He laughs. “But most importantly they always use Spider-Man in their own little mind games.”

Miguel shifts in place, leaning his head back against the pillar.

“I’m nowhere near that.” Y/n shakes his head. “I became a thief because I was struggling, later I found Miguel and his daughter and put my second life on hold to focus on my relationship only to get married and have a family I always wanted. A happy family.”

Miles listens intently.

“Even after I lost my daughter…and then Miguel I still remained loyal to both him and Spider-Man. Yeah, we have our quarrels here and there, but I never stopped loving him. Never used him like others would, never moved on because of how wrong it felt and whenever I got to close to him again I wanted to run away, to stop our future from getting bad again. I grew afraid until now.” He explains to Miles, eyes focused on his gloved hands. “I changed my own fate and so far it’s been going well.”

Miles sighs softly after listening to Y/n’s explanation knowing that everyone’s fates changes, weather its good or bad the universe always finds a way to fix it. “You think my universe will be fine?”

“Your universe will be fine, Miles.”

Both Y/n and Miles whip their head over their shoulder to see Miguel standing before the two, hands on his hips, wearing his spider suit as his mask dissolves away, showing his face to the two. “Your universe won’t suffer.” Said Miguel again, giving Y/n a soft kick on the thigh, indicating for him to move while Y/n glared at him playfully and moves aside, giving him space to sit between the two. Clearly the cat already knew that he would get caught by his husband but didn’t think that he would react in such a calm manner.

Miguel grunts, siting down between the two and sighing deeply. “Y/n’s is right, not everyone’s universe is perfect. Yes, you are an anomaly, but that doesn’t mean that your fate can change and their isn’t anything I can do to fix it. So, all we can do is sit back and watch as the universe decides for you.”

Miles nervously picks on his sweatpants, picking on a small lose string as he pulls on it gently a nervous tactic that he picked up along the way. “I guess my universe wanted you both to be in it, right?”

Both Miguel and Y/n look at Miles with content smiles while Y/n looked at Miles proudly. The kid had gone through a lot as his first few days as the cities hero, losing his uncle along the way as the poor kid suffered on his own, unable to tell anyone that he was their when his uncle died without revealing too much of his true identity until he met Y/n the talent thief that was also Miguels husband. The thief couldn’t have been happier to have met Miles, cherishing the kid and taking him under his wing and treating him like his own son too.

“Guess they really did.” Y/n is the first to speak up, standing up from his spot and rounding Miguel to tussle Miles hair before standing near the edge of the clock tower. “Now, I think its time for Spiderman to make an appearance, don’t you think?” He questions as he slips his goggles on, giving them a knowing smirk as he held out his grappling hook.

“Meet you both at the bank!” He shouts, jumping off the building with a laugh as Miles watched Y/n swing away, turning to Miguel with a confused look on his face while the other sighs deeply. “He’s just giving you a reason to make a good entrance.”

To show the city that their hero has returned while Miles slowly smiles at the idea of Y/n using himself as bait in order to “lure” Spider-Man out, knowing damn well that he was speaking to him not too long ago. “Want to help me?” Miles asks Miguel as the older hero raises a brow in surprise before his lips twitch into a grin. “He won’t go easy on us.”

“How about a bet?” Miles stands from his spot. “Whoever catches him first gets my moms special empanadas.”

“Your mothers empanadas are good, better than Y/n’s.”

Miles laughs. “Don’t let him know that you said that or he will kill you!” He shouted as he too jumps off the clock tower, using his hoodie to hide his face as he swung back home to pick up his spider suit that he left lying in his bedroom, stepping inside the room as he quickly changed into the suit with Miguel waiting outside for him.

“Come on kid, we don’t have much time if we wish to catch Noir.” Said Miguel, sticking his head in the window with his mask still off while waiting for Miles who struggled with putting his suit on. “Yeah just give me a second!” He grunts while trying to slip on his suit while Miguel watched the teen struggle with putting it on, reminding him why he changed his own suit design to nanotechnology, making it easier to use.

“Miles—“

“Done!”

“What the fuck?!”

Both Miles and Miguels eyes widen as they turn towards Miles bedroom door that was thrown open. “Hello, Mrs. Morales.”

[caffedrine]

Rio Ortiz - I fell in love with you that day – Choose your true love - Event Summary

This is mostly a summary for me - I make no promises on the accuracy of what’s happening. I’m not nearly fluent enough to get half the jokes/innuendo much less accurate plot points.

Emma is floating in a clear blue sky without a single cloud in it. Or is she falling? Just as she wonders that Emma is suddenly plunged into cold water. She struggles to reach the surface as her clothes, waterlogged and heavy, hold her back. Suddenly someone grabs her flailing hand and pulls her out of the water.

Emma takes a choking breath while simultaneously coughing out water, trying to calm down. She mentions that she almost died back there, and hears Rio admit that he was surprised to see her drowning.

Right, Rio saved her. Emma feels herself relax and finally able to calm down.

Still, what is she doing in the Benitoite palace garden? Last she remembered, she was lazing in bed with Rio, enjoying the sun in his room. But what was she doing in the courtyard pool? And why is Rio dressed so formally?

Emma thanks Rio for saving her, explaining that she’s not sure how she wound up in the pool. She apologizes for getting him wet too.

Rio tells Emma that he’s happy that she seems all right, but she seems to be confusing him for someone else. He’s not Rio, he is Valerio. Perhaps this Rio of hers looks similar? Or is she expecting to run into this ‘Rio’, though he’s certain he would remember a name like that.

Rio, or Valerio, removes his jacket and wraps it around Emma’s shoulders.

Emma is confused, what does he mean by this? Is this a weird joke, or maybe the beginning of some game? But looking at his face, Rio . . . well, Valerio looks serious.

(He just doesn't like looking at her with a see-through shirt on)

Instead of Rio’s warm sky-blue eyes, Valerio looks at her with a trace of wariness, like he did when they first met all those years ago.

Emma connects the clues and realizes that somehow she has been shuffled to the past, to a time before Rio lost his memory.

After a long moment, Valerio asks for Emma’s name and the reason why she’s here.

Emma flounders, since this is the past, she should have no reason to be in Benitoite’s palace. If she doesn’t say something fast, she’ll either be kicked out or be locked in jail.

Emma apologizes for her delayed greeting and explains that she was just hired as a new maid. She apologizes for getting lost and confused and falling into the pool. She then formally thanks him for rescuing her.

She bows formally, saying the first lie that comes to her mind. A peak up shows Rio with a hand on his chin, thinking. He admits that he recalls the head maid mentioning a new hire, so he guesses it is her. It’s nice to meet her.

Valerio guesses that on her first day, Emma got lost and doesn’t know where to go? Emma agrees, she was flustered and got mixed up, leading her to slip and fall into the pool. Valerio reassures her that everyone gets lost and makes mistakes, and to not dwel on it. He’ll show her around personally.

Emma is relieved to find out that they were about to hire a new maid, so she was able to make this work. Still, Rio ahead of her, is smiling and has a beautiful demeanor, like a prince in a picture book. But there is not the familiar warmth and intimacy between him, and there is no conveyance of love.

She feels anxious, but more than that, she feels curious about this version of Rio. She wonders if she’ll be able to learn more about him, things that he doesn’t want to show her.

As long as time allows, she wants to stay by this past Rio’s side.

Emma is brought to the head maid, where she is given a uniform to change into, and then is directed to a room further in the palace. She knocks and enters, only to find Rio, surrounded by piles of documents. She realizes this must be past-Rio’s office.

Valerio looks up at her entrance and approaches her. He notes that she must have hurried as her clothes are a little disorganized, and reaches out to adjust her collar. Her heart races at his touch, but she holds herself stiff. Right now, she is a new maid, she doesn’t want to do anything inappropriate.

Moving forward, Emma explains the head maid told her that she would receive her instructions once she arrived here. She asks Valerio to tell her what he wants from her.

As if sensing her nervousness, Valerio smiles at her, and it’s one of Rio’s smiles. The warmth spreads through her allowing her to relax.

Valerio assures her that she doesn’t need to be so nervous, he simply needs an assistant.

It dawns on Emma that she was hired to be Rio – well Valerio’s – exclusive maid.

What luck! She can stay by Rio’s side without drawing any suspicion!

Emma quickly bows and assures Rio – well, Valerio, that she will do her very best to assist him. Valerio remarks that she seems reliable, his smile brighter than the sun reflecting from the ocean.

It dawns on Emma that this might be a problem. It sounds like they were actively looking to hire someone to serve as Valerio’s exclusive maid – it would be a problem if the real candidate showed up. She’s going to need to be extra careful around Rio.

Valerio begins running through the itinerary of the day, he explains that he mostly does paperwork, but there are occasional meetings, and also . . .

As Valerio talks, Emma grows dizzy with his packed schedule. From the way Rio talked about his duties before they met, she presumed he had a lot of leisure time. Apparently his schedule is packed to the minute. She knew he was making a point to carve out time to spend with her, but still . . .

Well, she can at least help this past version of Rio.

Emma spends the day running errands, delivering documents, and preparing tea and sweets for Valerio’s meetings. Towards the end of the day, Valerio compliments her – since this is her first day, he didn’t expect her to be so competent. If he didn’t know any better, he would think that she had spent years working at the palace. Really, she’s one of the most effective assistants he has ever had.

Emma humbly demurs, but inside she is elated. It seems like she was able to help Valerio after all. But judging from Valerio’s response, the better course of action would have been to be more clumsy and less effective, which would have helped her fit in. She might need to reel in her talents a bit in the coming days.

While they walk together, servants and officials passing by all have a kind nod or word for Valerio, and they occasionally stop to exchange amicable words. It is clear to Emma that all of the people who work at the palace really do like Valerio. She knows that he is the King of Benitoite’s favorite child, but this favor he has with everyone really does cement his place as a fairytale prince.

But, there’s an edge to his smile, an empty, loneliness that she barely recognizes. With Rio just a few steps ahead of her, she wants to reach out and hold his hand.

Before she can give in to her base urges, Emma clasps her hands in front of her, restraining herself.

An official approaches Valerio, calling out to him with a friendly-sounding voice. There’s something about the manner that he’s speaking that clues Emma in that he and Valerio might be friends.

And indeed, Valerio’s smile softens, and he and the official begin to have a lively conversation. Emma politely stands aside to give them an illusion of privacy, until –

The official is explaining that he had a famous artist make a depiction of a beagle, Prince Valerio’s emblem. In fact, that’s what he originally wanted to talk about, a good time for Valerio to receive this gift.

Valerio gracefully accepts this gift, but Emma catches the flash of confusion and wariness in his expression. She knows how Valerio wants to avoid having anything tangible, stemming from the trauma of his youth. Back then, his older brothers would constantly steal and destroy his belongings, driving him to the state where he didn’t want to have anything he could grow attached to.

When the official leaves, Rio’s expression has returned to that well-practiced empty smile. He apologizes for making Emma wait, and they continue down the corridor in silence.

Emma knows that this is the past, and there are limits on what she can do, but it is painful to see him suffer. She wishes she could give him a moment of peace, but what can she really do?

Footsteps catch up to them and the owner announces that the rumors really were true.

Oh no. Emma recognizes this voice.

Turning around, she sees him, younger than she recalls, but still easily identifiable with his deep blue hair slicked back. Out of Rio’s older brothers it would have to be him. It would be tough, but she could have handled Silvio. Handling Emidio is a different matter altogether.

Emidio says that he caught a rumor that Valerio was having a maid serve as his personal assistant. He was curious, and it appears this is the type of woman Rio prefers.

Emidio’s dim, cold eyes examine Emma like one would a product for sale. It takes almost everything Emma has to suppress the anger and pretend to be a normal maid. She bows politely and can hear the condescension in Emidio’s laugh that he doesn’t even bother to hide.

Emidio praises Valerio’s taste in women, this one seems to be relatively intelligent. But he can’t believe that she is just a maid, he senses Valerio and this woman have the kind of relationship that he cant speak out loud for fear of ruining her reputation.

Yep, this is Emidio’s form a bullying, by saying this full blast so anyone in the general vicinity can hear his theory.

Valerio steps forward, breaking the direct line of sight between Emidio and Emma. He chides Emidio from making these kinds of accusations when he hasn’t even known this maid for more than 5 minutes.

Emidio retorts that it’s Valerio who’s being rude, after doing all of that and still just living his life . . .

Emma quickly interrupts and tells Valerio that they’re almost late for their next meeting. Valerio is stunned, possibly because he knows there is no meeting, or that he didn’t expect Emma’s words to echo so much.

Maybe she is weirdly loud, but she wont let Emidio say any more hurtful things to Rio on her watch.

Valerio quickly catches on and thanks her for reminding him. He bids Emidio farewell, and they briskly walk away.

Later

Valerio thanks Emma for rescuing him from his brother and assures her that he is very grateful. But, he’s not entirely sure what they’re doing right now.

Cracking an egg into a bowl, Emma explains that she is making him a snack. Hence why they’re in the kitchen.

Okay . . . but why?

Emma takes a break and faces him directly. She reminds him that he’s been busy since this morning, so she wanted to help him relieve his fatigue. And what better way than by making pain perdue?

Valerio thanks her but assures her that he’s not really that tired.

He might be able to fool others, but Emma is always thinking about Rio. And it’s mostly true, he was doing fine for most of the day – until they ran into Emidio.

Emma decides to rephrase her explanation and tells him to think that she just spontaneously wanted to feed him.

Valerio notes that Emma is an amazingly talented maid who is also great at giving him a refreshing pick-me-up. With a wry smile, he rolls up his sleeves and explains that it’s boring just watching her, so he’ll help. Without missing a beat, Emma thanks him and asks for him to whisk some eggs.

Several minutes later . . .

Emma realizes that she forgot how long it took an amnesiac Rio to develop cooking skills, as apparently Valerio has never cooked before.

The cooking table in front of them was dirty with all kinds of ingredients scattered about it. The eggs she had asked Valerio to mix were more or less in the bowl, but the fruit was all in irregular shapes. Even Valerio, unskilled as he is, can't help but notice how amateurish the fruits of his labor look.

Emma offers to swap with him, but Valerio refuses. He knows that she must be thinking that he is so incompetent, he can’t even use a knife, but he is getting the hang of it, so please let him continue. While muttering darkly to himself, Rio continues to cut the fruit.

His picture-perfect prince image was fading away, and Emma was beginning to see the real Valerio, the one she met just after he lost his memories. Cooking together like this is bringing back memories, and she feels nostalgic for her Rio.

Emma slowly and gently reaches out to Valerio and shows him how to position his hand and knife, letting him cut the fruit. Her Rio is way better at cooking than she is, to the point that she never gets to do this with him. It’s nice.

When Valerio successfully cuts the fruit, Emma praises him, accidentally calling him Rio.

Which Valerio picks up on.

Emma immediately apologizes, asking Valerio to forget it all while kicking herself. She got too relaxed around him just because she was a little nostalgic. She pushes forward, now that the ingredients are ready, they can actually start cooking!

While Valerio watches her suspiciously, Emma begins to heat up the frying pan. After she finishes cooking the bread in the eggs, Valerio arranges the fruits and cream on the dish. Emma cheers, the extra super special pain perdue is complete.

As Emma begins to prepare the tea, Valerio cuts in and asks her to prepare two cups. And, if she could get an extra plate and utensils for one more . . .

Huh, maybe Valerio wants to invite someone to join him. She couldn’t think of anyone, but she complied and pulled out a second place setting.

After she finishes setting up, to her surprise, Valerio gestures for her to sit at the second seat. He explains that she’s been working hard too, and it makes sense for them to take a break together.

The concern in Rio’s – well, Valerio’s voice warms her heart, so Emma agrees to join him. Rio serves her a portion of the pain perdue, and they begin to eat it.

Valerio compliments her, she is surprisingly good at making sweets. Emma demurs, thanking him for helping her. Valerio denies this, he was just messing about. But it was fun. Even the weirdly cut fruit looks cute when eaten like this.

Valerio smiles at her, and it’s different from the distant empty smile that she saw all day today. It looks like one of Rio’s genuinely happy smiles. Maybe she was able to give him a moment of peace today.

Thinking that, Emma’s mouth curves into a smile.

After they finish, Emma begins to clean up, planning on brewing another batch of the now-cold tea, but Valerio grabs her hand. He tells her to wait, there’s actually something he wants to ask her.

Who is she?

There was never a new maid coming in as his assistant – Valerio had thought she seemed suspicious and had the head maid go along with her deception and assign her to him.

He was honestly surprised when Emma had performed perfectly as a maid. And he found several suspicious points, foremost the interaction they had with Emidio. She hadn’t shied away form him, and instead seemed like a guard dog ready to bite him.

Besides that, no matter what work he gave her, she pulled it off flawlessly, no matter how ridiculously difficult the assignment had been.

(Seriously, he was assigning her ridiculous duties just to see how far he could go)

And finally, she keeps on calling him ‘Rio’ in an intimate manner. It wasn’t her accidentally thinking of someone else or forgetting his name, she seemed to believe that he was ‘Rio’.

So, who is she?

Valerio’s grip on her hand doesn’t hurt, but it is unwavering and won't let go. She has no choice but to tell him the truth. The whole truth.

Afterward, Valerio asks if she wants to try again. Even if it’s a lie, surely she can come up with something more believable.

Emma argues that everything she just said was absolutely true, Rio – well, future Valerio – is her doting fiancé, and conveys his love for her every moment of the day. She can’t begin to match him for his love.

Of course, she is using this opportunity to show how much she loves this past version of Rio, even if her methods are nowhere near as effective. She gently wraps her hands around Valerio’s and gazes into his eyes.

She knows his life is hard, full of worrying and suffering, and he’s not at the point where he can have things important to him yet. Even after deciding to cherish her, Rio has suffered time and time again. But he’s also the happiest he has ever been in the future. She wants Valerio to keep hoping that he has something that is worth cherishing coming in the future for him.

Valerio looks surprised, his eyes wavering like a lost child. He admits that he can’t necessarily prove that she is lying or not.

But . . . maybe . . .

(Yandere instincts rising! Rising! Falling . . . . Rising!!

Maybe he is a little jealous of the future him who has something worth cherishing.

Emma’s vision turns white, and she can’t even reach out to Valerio and his forlorn smile that burns into her mind.

When Emma opens her eyes, she’s next to Rio, his face sleeping right next to her. She can hear the sounds of waves crashing against the ocean, and the sights, smells, and sounds bring her a sense of security.

She just had the weirdest dream, like she was talking to some sort of past version of Rio. Somewhat confused, she reaches out to stroke Rio’s face.

This wakes up Rio, and he sleepily wishes her a good morning. With a sleepy, blissfully happy expression, he pulls her close to kiss her.

Ah, how much she loves Rio’s smiling face. Her heart fills to overflowing with love and she hugs Rio tightly. He pets her hair and asks if she had a good dream, she seems extra happy this morning.

Emma admits that she did, she met ‘Rio’ in her dreams. Rio notes that it’s the same for him, he must have met her too. Too bad he doesn’t remember his dream.

Rio lowers his eyes, looking depressed, but then he immediately looks up at her, smiling mischievously. He just had the best idea. Maybe if he touches her like this, his memory will come back?

Rio playfully nuzzles against her, his hair tickling Emma’s nose and cheeks. Emma bursts out laughing, complaining that he’s tickling her.

Ohh, so she doesn’t want to be tickled then? Rio stops nuzzling and instead kisses her lips. His lips and hands caress her as if she was something precious, special.

If it was really Rio from the past that she encountered, then Emma has to cherish the moments they spend together. Tomorrow, the day after, and the future beyond that, she wants to love Rio with everything she has.

Emma kisses Rio, pouring all her love into him. She hugged and was hugged in a way that conveyed everything important to both of them.

[kookies2000]

After learning the history behind Nimona, can we agree that Nimona is the biggest middle finger to Disney in film history. Like, everyone says Shrek is or that Sony is. But Nimona gives Blue Sky Studios that title. Think about it. Blue Sky Studios was the black sheep in the companies that Disney owns.

LGBT+ & Diversity 🏳️‍🌈

Blue Sky Studios had zero issues with making an LGBT+ friendly film. With a racially diverse cast/charaters. Makes perfect sense for the studio to be comfortable with LGBT+. Their first franchise (Ice Age 1-5) is about a bunch of outsiders who don't fit into "normal" families, so they get kicked out of their family. They find each other and form a loving family together. And don't care if they don't fit into the standard normal family.

Disney kept pushing back Nimona because of that diversity. And yet Disney loves to promote themselves with "There's room for everyone under the rainbow." And keep bragging about their first LGBT+ characters. Yet they didn't let Nimona get released. They kept pushing Nimona back until they shut down the studio, and like that, Nimona was expected to die and be forgotten.

THEMES

Blue Sky's films were average but always political. And when they weren't, they were about love and acceptance. Robots and Hortan hears a Who were about classism. The two films had higher-ups controlling the lower class. In both films, the lower class characters would have to face death from the upper class ones. I'm mentioning this because it's pretty..... poetic? Blue Sky's did get shut down by Disney. A higher company than Blue Sky's. Proving Robots and Hortan Hears a Who's message, right

Nimona

Nimona being released is pretty poetic.

Disney baiscally expected Nimona to die with Blue Sky's and never come back. Plot twist, someone found Nimona and saved it from the fate Disney gave them. And Nimona simply existing is a "FUCK YOU!" to Disney. For these reasonings.

It has the LGBT+ representation that Disney claims to have. Yet Disney tried to hide Nimona for LGBT+.

Nimona is about anarchy, not being under control of those higher than you (freedom) and going against the higher power. Nimonas roots come from Blue Sky's, the lower studio that got destroyed by Disney, higher power. Yet, it's the only Blue Sky film that isn't under Disney's control. It's free.

Nimona holds the morals that past Blue Sky films held. Love, peace, and justice.

The film baiscally avenged Blue Sky's for what happened to them. And let Blue Sky's rest in peace at last.

The only way this film can be a bigger middle finger to the company is if it somehow brought Blue Sky's back or at least brings in ex Blue Sky employees over to Neflix. Unlikely, but this film is still amazing for it's story telling, art, voice talent, and especially for its history.

This shot of the film is a major bonus. It's so beautiful that the film recognizes its roots and show it the respect Disney never gave them.

Ps, I wanted to note that the Rio franchise is about finding your roots and learning about where you're from. Which is baiscally what the creator's did with this film. Remembering their roots. Yes, I am reaching. Let me cope with my the loss of my childhood studio.

[lalathemediterraneanmermaid]

What do ikeprince suitors smell like? Pt. 1

Have you ever wondered how our pookies would smell or what perfumes woulds they wear if they were real? Because I do, and it almost keeps me awake at night. But don't worry, I'm here to satisfy your curiosity. I've assigned each IkePri suitor scents and perfumes based on information from the routes and, of course, mainly on the vibes they give me.

Sariel Noir

The Palace Devil definitely wears a complex yet sophisticated perfume, with a fresh and spicy top note and a warm, woody base.

Notes: mint, ginger, cinnamon, cardamom, vetiver and tonka beans.

Perfumes he might like:

Five O'Clock Au Gingembre - Serge Lutens - His favourite

Spicebomb - Viktor & Rolf

Noir Extreme - Tom Ford

(He also has the Miss Dior perfume, courtesy of Clavis, but he keeps it because he secretly loves his troublemaker lil baby, but ssshhh.)

Rio Ortiz

The Puppy Butler uses a vibrant and cheerful perfume with fresh floral vibes and a sweet warm base.

Notes: mandarin, sweet lemon, neroli, orange flower, peach and amber.

Perfumes he might like:

Light Blue Intense - Dolce & Gabbana

Orange blossom - Jo Malone London - His favourite

Versace Pour Homme - Versace

Keith Howell

The Gentle Stag goes for something more fresh and citrusy with a heavy heart of herbal spices and aromatic herbs on top of a woody base.

Notes: bergamot, yuzu, basil, clove leaf, vetiver and cedarwood.

Perfumes he might like:

Neroli Portofino - Tom Ford

Bleu de Chanel Eau de Parfum - Chanel

Colonia Club - Acqua di Parma - His favourite

Emerald Thyme - Jo Malone

Forest Lungs - The Nue Co.

Silvio Ricci

Our Haughty Jingler Jangler is definitely tied to the ocean (and alcohol). I feel like he would go for something fresh and spiced with a sophisticated warm base. Also, he's a bougie boy, so he has a lot of perfumes. He doesn't have a favourite perfume, because he loves the layering technique, he is unique and doesn't want anyone smelling as good as him, period.

Notes: Ron, mandarin, bergamot, mint, nutmeg, cardamom, amber, musk, ambrette seed, sea salt and sea moss.

Perfumes he might like:

Bvlgari Man Extreme - Bvlgari

Allure Homme Èdition Blanche - Chanel

Wood Sage & Sea Salt - Jo Malone London

Herbal Aquatica - Montale

Fougeres Marines - Montale

Virgin Island Water - Creed

Un Jardin en Méditerranée - Hermès

Seahorse - Zoologist Perfumes

Gilber Von Obsidian

This pookie The conqueror beast smells like the blood and fear from his enemies, just kidding. He probably likes winter fresh like scents with some herbal and floral notes on top of a woody base. Something that dries out warm and kind of sweet.

Notes: Sweet basil, fennel, neroli, winter daphne, blacktea, rum, amber and vanilla.

Perfumes he might like:

Noir Extreme - Tom Ford (He probably stole it from Sariel while visiting his boyfriend bff Chevi)

Terre d'Hermès - Hermès

Viking - Creed - His favourite

Silver Mountain Water - Creed

Kagari Amagase

We still don't know much about this dorayaki lover kitty (Doraemon is that you?) so this is just based on assumptions. We know he is competitive, he seems elegant and sophisticated at first sight and has stolen the hearts of the fandom with those feline eyes. So I feel like he goes for citrusy and fresh scents, with a bit of spice an sweetnes on top of a warm and sensual base.

Notes: Bergamot, mandarin, ginger, cherry blossom, white floral, ylang-ylang, cinnamon, sandalwood, amber and musk.

Perfumes he might like:

Gabrielle - Chanel

Premier Figuier - L’Artisan Parfumeur

Zen for Men - Shiseido - His favourite

Especially Escada - Escada

Azel Radwan

We also don't know much about Tanzanite's God. But we know that he is a God, and ethereal, and beautiful, an slay, and a God, and mysterious, and a God, maybe broke (but we still love him), and he is a God. We can't forget that he is a God, 'cause he is a God, just in case you didn't know he is a God. He definitely smells divine, aromatic and warm, maybe kind of spicy with white florals. He gives me vibes that he has a huge collection of arabian perfumes, 'cause he a sassy.

Notes: ylang-ylang, lotus flower, bergamot, jasmine, violet, frankincense, amber, oud, musk, tea, tonka beans and vanilla.

Perfumes he might like:

Royal Oud - Creed

Oud Wood - Tom Ford

Interlude Man - Amouage - His favourite

Reflection Man - Amouage

Royal princess Oud - Creed

Mukhallat - Montale

Borneo 1834 - Serge Lutens

Matthias Asbrink

Again, we still don't know much about him, but we do know that our cold boy is a firm and strict protector of law and justice. I don't know about you, but I feel like he smells like a breath in a snowy mountain at midwinter, refreshing, almost freezing. But he is elegant, discreet and sophisticated. He might seem cold but I'm sure he is warm and cozy on the inside (and a little freak iykyk). If I had to describe his scent vibe in a sentence it would probably be "like drinking a hot chocolate in front of a fireplace after a morning in the middle of the snowy mountains of Northern Europe."

Notes: Snow, cypress, honeysuckle, cardamom, bergamot, iris, lavender, clove, vetiver, cedarwood, leather, cinnamon and chocolate.

Perfumes he might like:

Homme Intense - Dior

Aventus - Creed

Silver Mountain Water - Creed - One of his favourites

Black Orchid - Tom Ford

Chocolate Greedy - Montale

Man In Black - Bvlgari

Glacial Essence - Bvlgari

Gentleman - Givenchy - One of his favourites

Snowy Owl - Zoologist Perfumes - Another favourite because you gifted it to him. You thought it was cute that the cold man from the north that has an owl as his crest deserved a perfume cutely named "Snowy Owl".

Penguin - Zoologist Perfumes

And here it ends part 1 of "What do ikeprince suitors smell like?". Stay tuned for part 2 with our iconic princes of Rhodolite my dearies. Love you all!!!!

[riofann]

4. tempestuous

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Tempestuous: characterized by strong and turbulent or conflicting emotion.

Previous Chapter

Monday October 28, 2019

“Is it all in there?” Alejandro asks

“Seriously? Why am I risking my livelihood for you to question me?” You go to snatch the duffle bag back

He moves his hand away “It was only a question senorita” 

“Well it’s in there now go!” you look around looking for lurkers

He nods, “Carino, I told you we will take care of the Serrano’s!” 

“Uh huh”

He touches your shoulder “I’ll keep in touch” 

“I want my cut in 2 days” you demand

“Por supuesto la jefa” he chuckles before walking away 

Sunday November 10, 2019

You look at the clock as you pass it by on your way to open the door. It was 10:18am in the morning. Who would be at your door now? As always with gun in hand you peep out the peephole and find Rio standing with his hands behind his back

“What are you doing here?”

He shrugs stepping in “I was in the neighborhood”

“Your lovely penthouse loft is on the east side of the city, what can possibly be on the west side that brings you close to my house?” 

“You” he smiles boldly

“What do you want, money or something?” you were irritated you didn’t want to decipher riddles or anything. The expansion had you stressing out and Rio being here wasn’t helping anything

“Nope, it's Sunday. Don’t you go out on Sundays? ” he says taking in your outfit, pajamas with rollers on your head (you were doing your best to stretch out the blowout/silk press you just got)

You roll your eyes “I don’t always go out on sundays plus its too early for that, plus you didn’t come all the way here just to spend a Sunday with me again” 

“Maybe I did”

“Why?”

He shrugs and takes a seat by the kitchen island you sigh and proceed to pour him a cup of coffee “creamer sugar spoon, scones if you want them, bagel if you want cream cheese in the fridge” with that you walk away 

He assumes you’re going to change but when you don’t return for 30 minutes and he realizes he hasn’t heard you moving around he gets up from his seat to find you. He hears the clacking of a key board and follows the sound to your office. 

You look up at him and resume your activities, glasses reflecting the blue light film you had on them. He takes a seat on the chair in the corner of your office and takes it all in. His mind begins to wander.... fantasizing but before he gets too carried away you hear the doorbell ring you and Rio both exchange glances. No one visited you like that. It was only Rio et al and family that visited you and very rarely your friends as you were all busy with life. 

You jump up from your seat and rush towards the front door gun in hand. It's only when you hear your dads voice is when you hide it, stuffing it on the waistband of your pajamas before you open the door. 

Theres a small scream from your mother as the door flies open “AH! Y/N you scared me!”

“DAMN!” your cousin comments  

“Language” your dad scolds 

“We wanted to surprise you were looking for the key and all” Your mother explains 

“You guys, what are you doing here?” you ask as you watch them flood into your home carrying multiple items

“Well honey we want to make sure you’re okay, we are your family and we love you!” 

“Right” you smile, your heart begins to race as you try to figure out what you were going to tell them about Rio

“Oh who’s this?” You hear your dad say as you close the door when you look around the living area Rio stands by the hallway waving his hand

You rush towards them “Oh uh this is Ri-Christopher!” you correct yourself 

“Christopher my father Daniel, mother Francesca, sister Alicia, and older cousin but basically sister Gia” you introduce

Rio goes around shaking their hands before returning to stand close to you. There’s an awkward silence you couldn’t come up with a reason fast enough before Alicia asks

“Are you guys dating?”

“Oh uh...” you rapidly look to Rio for guidance but all he has is this shit eating grin that makes you want to grab his lips and twist them hard “Yes!” how else were you going to explain him being in your home on a Sunday while you had on pajamas and rollers in your hair

“Oh well why didn’t you tell us!?” Gia asks 

“I wanted it to be a surprise you know for Christmas....and all”

“Ohhh well nice meeting you Christopher, we ruined the surprise but now we get to welcome you into the family, Y/N, Alicia, Gia warm up the food we brought while we speak to Christopher” Your mother speaks grabbing Rio by the arm and pulling him towards the couch 

“Oh uh he has to go he was stopping by to drop of something for me I forgot” 

He looks back at you and smiles “Its okay mama, I got time to meet your family, I was wondering when I was going to meet your family so this is perfect” 

“What about Marcus?” You throw out his son, 

It’s quick no one else would catch it a warning sign to you before he resumes smiling “his with his mother he’s okay”

“Oh you have a son? Do tell!” 

You groan internally and turn to go into the kitchen. Alicia and GIa were busy making another pot of coffee

“Let me get dressed, I'll be back.” Thank God you were almost done with admin work for the bar or the next week would have been a nightmare. You quickly email out the schedule and ask the staff at the restaurant to post it in the area it was supposed to be. You send everyone a group message mentioning the schedule was posted and if anything was wrong you would address it tomorrow because today was out of the question. You quickly undo your hair and throw on the clothes you were going to wear while you were doing your sunday reset shopping. 

When you return to the kitchen you find everyone was surrounding Rio taking in all he was saying

“So how did you two meet?” Gia asks

Rio looks at you then smiles “at the bar”

Your mom looks at you then back at him “Oh her bar how lovely you must be a regular!” 

He nods “I am. I love the food, love the bar”

“How long have you two been dating sis?” Alicia asks now all eyes were on you and God that shit eating grin 

“Since the beginning of this year” you keep it vague  

“Almost a whole year and you don’t tell me?” Alicia fakes offense

“I wanted to make sure it was serious you know” you blush looking away

“Girls go help your sister” your dad commands

“Yes sir” they both say in unison 

All the thoughts were running through your head this couldn’t be happening 

“He’s cute” Gia whispers to you as she walks by 

You smile “what did you guys bring” hoping to change the subject you could feel a nasty tension headache brewing 

“You know mom she made potato salad, dad brought ribs for the grill” you nodded “no seriously why didn’t you tell me? Did he know you were missing too?”

You nod “he did and i got a tongue lashing from him too”

“So what's up with that tattoo? I wouldn't picture you to be a businessman if I am being honest” You hear your dad ask 

You freeze 

Rio clears his throat “I got it when i was young, being dumb in the head you know” 

Your dad nods “ever thought of removing it?”

“I have” he glances at you, they have already established what he does for a living? How long did it take you to get dressed? 

Alicia and Gia laugh “this is why i wanted to wait till christmas i would have forced him to wear a turtle neck” you comment

“Its harmless you know how dad is he just wants to show that he is the boss around here” 

You roll your eyes “yea” 

“Is that his G Wagon outside?”

“Yea that is”

Gia whispers “Wow! cha-ching!!” 

Throughout the day you and Rio come up with lies on the spot, sometimes having to step in and support each other in selling the lies. As the day continues it turns to night your adrenaline remains high because at any moment Rio could decide to reveal the truth and you were waiting for that to happen expecting the worst out of him. During dinner he sits by you draping an arm over your shoulder,  at first it shocked you but you played into his hands being cold. 

“You know when Y/N wanted to come here we were so worried about how she was gonna make things work Detroit doesn’t have the best economy but we know that the city is fighting to keep things alive.” your mom comments 

“Yea we thought she should have opened up a fine dining restaurant, that's what she always wanted after graduating college,  she’s good at what she does has she cooked for you” your dad pauses briefly  “I’m sure she has”

“Yea she has talent” 

Your dad continues “We were a little disappointed that she chose the bar route but things seem to be doing well business is always booming” 

You smile 

“Actually she’s thinking of expanding, right mama?” 

You look at Rio stunned 

“Oh really?” Alicia comments

Rio smiles at the group and pulls you in closer “Yea I didn’t know that fine dining was dream of yours mama you can make the second space that and I can help you”

“Oh that sounds wonderful Christopher!” Your mom celebrates loving that you had the support of your very successful boyfriend

“Y/N is that true?” your dad asks noticing the unease in your body 

“Uh yeah! But it's just a thought I’m not sure about logistics managing a bar and restaurant just thinking about it. I was just gonna make another bar but I think I can look into making it a restaurant” 

“With a good team anything is possible!” your dad encourages 

Lifting his glass for a toast Rio adds “Amen to that!”  

“Honey I hope you don’t mind it's late we’ll spend the night then you leave tomorrow is that okay?” your mom asks 

“Oh yea thats fine plenty of room the guest bedrooms are ready for you guys and there’s spare clothes for you guys to wear as well.”

“Great well it’s late I'm sure we are all tired we have caught up on everything met your lovely boyfriend now it's time to sleep”  

You smile at your mother “yea I’ll grab some towels and your clothes for you guys” 

“Dear we should invite him to our Christmas party” your dad comments standing up and going to grab a glass of water from the kitchen 

“Oh right! Y/N You mentioned bringing him around christmas did that include the party?”

“Ohh uh I was just gonna bring him a few days prior so he could be with his son on Christmas” 

“Oh that's right, Mark? Marcus! sorry tired and I’m old” your mother jokes 

“Yes Marcus” he smiles “I can figure something out mama don’t worry about it” 

“Oh are you sure? We don’t want to ruin the tradition you have with your son” Alicia adds 

He smiles at the group “I’m sure” 

There's a comfortable silence before Rio stands up. “Well it was so nice meeting you all its getting late tomorrows a working day” 

Ironically Rio goes around the room giving hugs and saying his goodbye

“I’m gonna walk him to the car” you say as you follow him out the door 

“FUCK!” You exclaim silently  when you two are far from earshot and close to his car 

You hear Rio chuckle

“This is not funny Rio, why did you show up today?” 

“Told you i was in the neighborhood mama” 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck!”

He opens the door and stands in the space “Alright well goodbye” you couldn’t think of anything else to say your brain was exhausted from coming up with lies 

In a high pitched tone “Our little butterfly just wanted to fly and leave us in Ohio” he repeats the story your mother 

You groan “Shut up”

He smirks looking at you opening his arms “Give me a hug”

You take a step back offended “Why?” 

“Well darling we got an audience so unless you want to go in there and say everything they’ve heard from this morning till” he looks down “11:21PM was a lie I suggest you give me a hug"

You look back and see curtains moving indicating that they were indeed spying on you “Fuck me”

He chuckles and pulls you in by the waist. “It's just a hug I don’t bite”

Your heart races, as you wrap your arms around him, he rocks you both from side to side it makes you hold on tighter to keep your balance. He pulls away slowly “I’ll keep in touch yea?” He whispers close to your ear before leaving a light kiss on your cheek 

You nod “Yea” you take  a step back. You stand back and watch as he pulls away waving one last time when you turn your mother, Alicia, and Gia are all standing by the door

“AWWWW” they say in unison 

“Don’t!”  You scold them as you walk back in

“Your father is in the shower come on we need to have girl talk before im summoned to bed too” 

“Ouch!” You complain feeling the sting of the pinch your mother left “I am your mother why didn’t you tell me you're dating someone?!”

“Yea seriously Y/N” Gia adds

You look up, exhausted from all the questions “You guys I  told you I wanted to make sure it was a serious thing!” you stress 

“He is different from the guys you dated” your mother comments most of the men you dated resembled finance bros 

“I know but change is good, right?” you ask

“Your grandmother will flip over that neck tattoo” she adds 

You groan “I know thats why I was only going to bring him the week before Christmas” 

“Noo he’s so lovely she’ll get over it” Gia comments her fiance had to go through the same thing 

“He treats you right?” Alicia asks 

“Yes” you smile to sell the lie 

“Whats that face” Gia asks knowing you all too well 

“I mean it's a relationship there's always ups and down but yes he does” 

“Okay good!”  

“Does he have a brother?” Alicia asks 

“A cousin but he’s married” 

“Have you met his son” 

You think back to the one occurrence at the park and smile “Yes he’s a cute boy” 

“Nice!” 

“I hope he can make it for Christmas!” Alicia comments 

“Yea so all the aunts can shut up finally” your mother adds 

You all laugh before you hear your dad summoning your mother to bed

She rolls her eyes “gotta go”

Tuesday November 19, 2019 

“So what you wanna talk to me about?” He asks responding in person to your we need to talk text

“Why is my cut short?" You ask standing by your car in the parking lot of your bar

“You keep lying to me I’m gonna start taking cuts till you tell me the truth”

You look at him incredulously “What are you talking about?”

He chuckles “Nah, I’m not playing these games with you Y/N” 

You swallow uncomfortably, it had been a few months since doing business with Alejandro. You should have known it would be too good to be true that Rio had yet to find out. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

He nods looking around and in the blink of an eye you feel the back of your neck being grabbed and a gun pointed directly under your chin. There's an immediate sting of pain to the back of your neck your attempts to loosen his grip failed. “I told you for this to work you have to be honest with me hmm?” he speaks with gritted teeth

You look up at him eyes wide not knowing what to say, shocked from how quick his mood changed “I thought I was showing good faith, I’m playing fake house with you while you fuck me over and do business with my enemy?” You say nothing still and feel the grip tighten on your neck you instinctively go to grab it “You better start talking Y/N”

“He thre..” before you can finish you both hear a branch creaking to the woods on the side of you. You both look to the sound and see Alejandro along with his goons stepping out guns aimed at both of you. Immediately Rio lets go of you and aims the guns at them

“Cristobal amigo, it doesn’t have to be like this”

Rio scoffs “You really wanna do this?”

“Carino come” he says with an extended hand

You look to Rio then Alejandro “I don’t want this to happen there's plenty of bars you guys don’t have to do this” you plead with both men

“For the best the Guerrero family is willing to go to war”

Rio laughs “You want a war?”

“We want what is ours”

“That aint Detroit”

“Quien dijo eso (who said that?) we will take what we want” 

Rio nods “remember I gave you a warning” 

He turns to you and leans down and whispers in your ear “goodluck” you feel a chill going down your spine. 

Saturday December 7, 2019 

“Good morning Detroit on this lovely Saturday! We at Channel 4 news hope you are all enjoying your Saturday morning getting some coffee, maybe bagels, eggs, bacon, maybe even a nice cup of OJ right Sharon?” 

“Absolutely Zack I’m enjoying my coffee that's for sure.” 

“Alright! At the top of the news City Counsel.....”  You phase out till you hear 

“Body parts have been found in Lake Superior, authorities say that local fishermen in the town of Ontonagon pulled up what they suspected to be a fish but instead it was the hand of a deceased person. The local fishermen alerted the authorities who responded swiftly. We have our news anchor  Ashley on scene now. Ashley to you” 

“Thank you Zack! Investigators have launched a search of the lake here in Ontonagon. As you mentioned, local authorities have indeed responded swiftly, you see police cars right behind me. What you don’t see is that cadaver dogs have also been around sniffing to see if foul play took place close to the lake. From what I was able to get from the local police, this body part of the deceased appears to be a white male. The local police also confirmed that they searched the missing person reports for the surrounding areas with no success, at this moment authorities do not know who the deceased is but are committed to finding answers. The investigation continues and we hope to find answers for the deceased and their family. Back to you Zack!

“Such sad news to deliver on a Saturday morning, we at Channel 4 will keep the family of the deceased until answers have been provided.” 

“Police reported a shooting on the block of........”

Your heartbeat increases ever since that confrontation with Rio and Alejandro things had changed and you can’t decide if it was for the better or for the worst. As of now all business with Rio ended effective immediately after that night.

Wednesday December 18, 2018

You run up the steps as fast as you can when you find his loft you bang on the door. No answer. You bang on it again. No answer. 

“He’s not here moved out a couple weeks ago” You hear from behind you

“I’m sorry what?” you turn to face the older lady

“He moved out sweety, he’s not in there, no one is. Is everything okay honey?” She asks noticing you’re distressed 

“Its fine thanks” you didn’t want anyone calling the police on your behalf

Wednesday December 25, 2019

“You okay honey?” Your mother asks

“Huh?” you snap to look at her

“I said it’s a shame you and Christopher broke up”

You give a half smile “Oh yea, it is” 

“You okay? You’re jumpy all of a sudden, did something happen?”

You sigh “no just stress”

“Well come here” She opens up her arms  “a good nap will do you good” 

You smile and accept her cuddles.

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[moralesmilesanhour]

Hi!! I really liked your “Teamwork” piece could you write something else with Miles and how he is in that one? Like them going on a date-ish type thing or maybe just hanging out more in school, the counselors office thing was really cute. Every other fic I see paints him as this hard ass street type but him being nervous about things was refreshing to see!

Hey there, I'm really glad you enjoyed the series this much! I think we should all let hood boys be nervous and a bit weird :) Thanks for requesting!

date night with miles g !

Miles tapped his pen to his chin as he sat at his desk, staring down a little pad of sticky notes. 

At the top of one of them, the words ‘Conversation Topics’ were written in neat print, followed by a series of bullet points detailing just that. He had decided that school talk was off-limits, but favorite shows were fair game. Music, of course, was a no-brainer.

Before he could come up with a third topic, a knock at the door interrupted his train of thought.

“Yes?” he called out. The door opened to reveal his mother Rio’s face, wearing a cheeky grin.

“Tu novia está aquí,” she said with a playful movement of her shoulders. “Don’t keep her waiting.”

She held back a laugh at the way Miles shot up from his swivel chair, shoving the sticky notes into the pocket of his leather jacket. 

“See you later, mami,” he said once Rio opened the door wider to let him out, and he ducked underneath her arm. 

“Remember, 9pm. Claro?”

“Claro!” 

You squinted as the evening autumn breeze swept over your face. Massively underestimating how much leeway seventy-five degrees would give you, you had only gone out in a light blouse.

“Hey, Miles!” you called out from the open front door. You saw him padding down the stairs in his socks before stopping at the base. He beamed as soon as he spotted you.

“Hey! Just gimme a second,” he replied as he slipped on the pair of black and white Jordans he was holding and jogged up to you. 

Miles looked down at your sneakers and whistled at their pristine, almost blue-white tone. It didn’t hurt that you were wearing the exact same pair.

“Nice kicks.”

You looked down at his feet and laughed, “They must be if you’re stealing them out my closet.”

“Aight,” Miles said as he hopped down one step. “You ready to bou–”

“Aht-aht!” you interrupted, tugging on the collar of his jacket to stop him. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Miles pouted in confusion, which melted into a frown when the realization hit him. “We just goin’ out to eat! The food is gonna be right in front of my face!”

He knew that he was about to fight a losing battle when you crossed your arms. With a dramatic groan, he spun around and climbed back up the steps to go inside.

“Tienes suerte de que eres lindo,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

After a few moments, Miles was back with the case containing his glasses in-hand and a small black crossbody bag to keep them in. You raised an eyebrow.

“What? They’re right here,” he held it up for emphasis.

“Miles, we’re not leaving until they’re on your face.”

“Wooow.”

“I’m not kidding!” You laughed. 

He opened the case and put the notorious green spectacles on with a huff, earning him a peck on the cheek.

“Alright, can we go now?”

“Yup.”

You gently took his hand and began tugging him along towards the nearest subway station.

“Where’s your jacket?” Miles asked, slowing you down to a stop. 

“Look, I thought it was gonna be hot out. I’ll survive, I promise.”

Not even a moment after you had spoken, Miles was already in the process of removing his jacket. It was now your turn to groan.

“Come on now, you saw this coming,” he said with a triumphant grin as he draped the jacket over your shoulders. “No need to thank me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Such a gentleman.”

-

You thanked the server as she set down two plates of crab cakes in front of you.

“Whatchu wanna order for dessert?” you asked Miles, who still had his nose in the large menu with his brows furrowed. He looked up.

“Not a damn clue. I’ll get what you get as long as my card don’t max out.”

“Hm,” you turned to the dessert section of your own menu. “They got peach cobbler, how ‘bout it?”

Miles made a face at the suggestion, and your jaw dropped. “You don’t like peach cobbler?!?”

He shrugged. “Not a fan.”

“Well, okay, what about apple pie?”

“Nope.”

“Blueberry pie?”

“Nah.”

“Pumpkin pie?”

“Nuh-uh.”

You leaned back into your seat, thoroughly shocked and offended. “Fuck you mean ‘nuh-uh’?”

“Fruit just shouldn’t be hot,” Miles explained casually, “And Ion like the texture.”

You sighed, “Chocolate cake it is, then.”

He winced. “See, about that–”

Before Miles could cause you any further distress, he was interrupted by the server returning with the main entrees. You both said your thanks at the same time, each taking your respective plate.

"Anything for dessert?" The woman asked, notepad at the ready.

You gave Miles the side-eye before answering, "A bowl of ice cream, please."

"Same here."

The woman nodded and took note before leaving your booth.

“So, what foods do you like?” you asked, leaning forward again. “Other than the alfredo, obviously.”

Miles paused, looking genuinely deep in thought before replying. 

“Arroz con gandules,” he counted on his fingers, “Platanos, of course, mac and cheese, and uh…” 

He trailed off for a bit, having run out of meals to list off. “Other…stuff.”

You snorted, “Don’t push yourself too hard, now. I take it you’re a picky eater, then?”

Miles grinned bashfully. “I guess you could say that. You?”

“Nah, I’ll eat anything for real. Long as it fills my stomach.”

“Explains why you like eating baked fruit,” he quipped.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I have taste.”

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[theesirenteller]

Beacon Of Light

The Beginning Of It All

ELizabeth Boland, better known by her peers as Beth, had been normal. Insignificant,Your standard stepford wife. A standard soccer mom. And she had been fine with that or that’s what she told herself. She told herself that after her third child had been born. And by her fourth child, she’d been over it. Infertility on her husband’s end was the push she believed she needed to be someone or something greater than who she was. Although Beth had done the majority of her crime driven sprees with the help of others, she liked to believe she did it all on her own and on her own dime. Her criminally attractive ‘partner in crime’ well…more like boss, Rio was a sinful indulgence that she wished lasted longer than four encounters.

Rio was a walking mystery. A Casanova type of lover that swept into the shadows shortly after. And a botched pregnancy scare hadn’t been enough to keep him warming her bed every other night. Or any night. In the back of her mind, Beth wondered if he ever would be truly hers. To have, to hold, to own, to keep. She rarely had seen him over the last seven months. He’d always been a man who arrived to drop off and pick up money. Now, it was one of his henchmen. Usually Mick, who Beth’s younger sister Annie had been dating for the last year.

“Maybe it’s time you start taking what you want. No, always means yes in some capacity” Annie’s words lingered in Beth’s mind as she sat at a local diner, drinking her coffee.

“Well well well, Beth Boland as I live and breathe.” Agent Jimmy Turner greeted as he took a seat across from her.

Beth cracked a smile as she sat her cup down, “Nice to see you too Jimmy. How are the kids?”

“They’re good.But… we both know you didn’t call me here to catch up.” He replied with a slight smirk to his lips and knowing look within his eyes.

Beth let out a laugh before nodding her head in agreement,”You got me there.” She then straightened up her posture and smiled once again,”I actually called you here on a personal note…Rio…Christopher I mean. I wanted to know if I could get the file you had on him.”

“The file that disappeared? The one that just miraculously vanished when Dean was arrested.” Agent Turner teased followed by chuckling.

“Yes, That file.” Beth smiled. If Agent Turner wasn’t mistaken,He thought she looked proud. And that left somewhat of a sour taste in his mouth. Given the fact that Dean was his childhood best friend and it was a hard day for Agent Turner when he had to arrest Dean. 

“You know when you called me last night, Something told me it’d be about that file.” He admitted. He then reached down into his briefcase and pulled out the vanilla-skinned file. Watching as her blue eyes grew brighter and widened wider as he slid it across the table, Agent Turner grew disturbed. 

She didn’t utter a reply. Her eyes were glued to the papers and her fingers began to slightly shake. Her finger tips began brushing along the cover of the file before she flipped it open.

“Before you ask, that’s all I was able to get. Man’s a ghost otherwise.” 

Agent Turner’s words fell on deaf ears because this was all she had needed to get her started. The key to unlock a door that led to his heart. She hoped… 

Friday, 12:00 p.m. Afternoon. A time where the majority of people were taking their thirty-minute lunch break. Beth had made sure she arrived at 300 W Hemlock Grove. Between Richmond and Gregory road. Biting at the side of her lip with one hand grasped tightly to the strap of her purse. 

The sound of heels clicking caused her ears to perk up. She slowly turned in its direction. The sight of a bronzed-caramel brown skinned woman in a ditsy floral sundress caused Beth’s heart to race.

 

It was her. It was the woman from the file. Christopher’s wife, Lupita. 

Without a second thought, Beth took a stride forward and collided into the woman with great force that sent them both to the ground.

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The Final Straw:

Note: You ever see Mommy Dearest? That's Diana 100%

As like every Friday afternoon in the billowing NYC winter Aaron would escort you to the designated Deli round 11th street trecking through the snow in your giant furry coat wait with you for about half an hour before Diana turned up and then wave you goodbye as you both dissapeard round the corner. Then when he was lone he would tidy the house, catch up on his mechanics and catch up with Miles, but once the quite set in and Aaron was remined how alone he was in the house he would usually go out night walking until early hours once his hands went blue, but this weekend was different.

With each passing weak you seemed more and more reluctant to go see Diana, you would cry and beg not to go, lock your bedroom door only for Aaron to pick the lock rather than kick it down, last week he literally had to carry you to the Deli as you refused to walk, and it wasn't like Aaron was unaware to Diana's antics, but whenever he asked you...

Aaron: "Baby, why don't you wanna go to your Moms?"

Y/n: "I don't want to talk about it I just can't go"

Aaron: "I cant go to the court-"

Y/n: "I am so sick of court I hate it there why can't I just stay here!"

Aaron: "Because that's not how it works, but if she's hurting you" He tried to place a hand on your shoulder only for you to shove it off.

Y/n: "She's not hurting me, I just don't wanna talk about it"

Even your Auntie Rio could not pry whatever was happening out of you even with all the bribary of new clothes shopping wasn't enough and so reluctanlty Aaron handed you over to Diana every Friday afternoon.

Meanwhile, while Aaron re- re organised his record collection, you were being pressed onto the floor by your own mother as she squashed your face onto the carpet she pulled out a pair of scissors and while your face met the soft ground and you cried and screamed for her to get off you felt the blunt end of the blade on your neck and she began to snip taking off a large clump of your hair as you thrashed under your Mother.

Diana: "You think your so pretty? So pretty, you think your gorgeous you stupid ungrateful little bitch!" She screamed lifting your head only to slap it back onto the carpet floor.

Y/n: "Please Mommy stop!"

Diana: "I Put up with you all weekend, and you come back and every week!" She again slammed you head into the carpeted floor.

Diana: "And I make you pretty, I do your hair I make you beautiful and you throw it all away!" She's crying, you can feel her tears hit your face as she continues to snip.

Diana: "You wanna look like your father?!"

Y/n: "NO! MOMMY NO!" Diana: "WE'LL SEE HOW PRETTY YOU ARE MATCHING THE BALD BASTARD!"

Y/n: "NOOO!" You screached out as you slipped out from under her, making a run for it down the hall and turning the door knob.

Diana: "GET BACK HERE YOUNG LADY!"

oh no oh no oh no

Just as the front door opens you feel her hand whisk past your head and you bolt down the hallway and out of the building, and as soon as you found yourself outside you knew you should have picked up your coat before dashing out, or at least put on more than your Pyjamas, onlookers observed you treking it back through the snow with no shoes on and with your hands under your armpits for warmth, it was so cold that your tears were freezing in the wind, you only got two blocks away before you heard police sirens, you froze on the spot only to turn to your right and see a familair face looking back at you in the darkness.

Jeff: "...Y/n?"

Y/n: "Oh...hey Uncle Jeff"

Jeff: "What are you doing ou- ARE YOU WEARING SHOES?!"

Y/n: "No..I didn't have time to put them on"

Jeff: "oh god Get in the car Y/n"

Y/n: "...I am in trouble?"

Jeff: "No No of course not just get in the car"

Y/n: "Can I sit in the front?"

Jeff: "Yes now come on in the car before you get frost bite"

And so once he opened the door you sat with your Uncle in the front of the police cruiser, wrapped in his winter coat like a baby in a blanket, you and Uncle Jeff never had a fantastic relationship so the drive was awfully awkward, though you did feel fancy fir being able to sit in the front of a police cruiser. As he drove in the direction of Diana's building your breathing became quick as your heart banged against your chest.

Y/n: "You can't take be back, I can't go back"

Jeff: "I'm not taking you back sweetie this is just the way back home"

Y/n: "...are you sure?"

Jeff: "Yes baby"

Jeff: "Did she cut your hair?"

Y/n: "No...I did"

Now, you never covered for your Mom out of love, only out the fear of how she may react, and what might happen to her if you really let the truth be told about how unhinged she could truly be.

Jeff: "Uh huh, you sure about that?"

Y/n: "Yeah, I used her scissors though"

Jeff: "Why did you only cut off one pig tail then? Is that a new trend, like a half n half look?"

why must he try and be funny, Just go on with it.

Y/n:" yes...This is a trend"

Jeff: "Y/n...You know you can tell us anything?"

Y/n: "I know"

Once you finally made it to Uncle Jeff's house where Miles was already asleep Rio was hysterically warming you up, making you tea, turning up the heating and pouring you a boiling hot bath that stinged to climb inside. And while you sat in the boiling bath your Auntie Rio cupped hot water in her hands and poured it onto your back in silence tutting to herself as she looked over your slightly bruised left cheek and half cut hair while Jeff in the next room called your father.

Calling Aaron Davis

Ring

Ring

Aaron: "Hello?"

Jeff: "Hey, uh so, Y/n's here"

Aaron: "What? Why isn't she at her Mom's?"

Jeff: "Well, uh we found her down her street barefoot"

Aaron: "What?! I-Jesus, oh my God okay, she she okay?"

Jeff: "Rio's got her in the bath...She's gone really quite I think she's in shock"

Aaron: "Okay, Okay I'll be over in ten"

And once Aaron got to the Morales home he saw you asleep curled up on the couch wearing a giant adult top. He sat next to you and rubbed your back lightly not wanting to wake you he whispered over to Jefferson.

Aaron: "What the fuck happened?!"

Jeff: "I don't know, I just found her wandering"

Rio: "I could not pry it out of here, I tried but she would not talk"

Aaron: "I can't...what happened to her hair?" He lightly pulled your hair to see half of it simply gone.

Jeff: "She said she did it, said it was a trend"

Rio: "I dout that, look at her"

Aaron: "It was Diana, this the type of thing she would do...I can't hand her over next week I won't"

Jeff: "Maybe File for emergency full custody, this will be enough to demand it"

Aaron: "Yeah...yeah" He mumbled stroking your head.

Aaron: "Ya'll mind if we sleepover, I don't wanna wake her"

Rio: "Of course" She nodded as she and Jeff made themselves back to their bedroom and Arron sprawled himself on the couch next to you, taking off his jacket and placing in on top of you.

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