#i gave him an out to say ''because you study italian''

[mishkakagehishka]

Same guy who keeps making fun of my accent and who once told me i seem french now insisting i'm italian. Am i being fucking hatecrimed

[jayybugg]

study session

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're studying with Theo in the library...or are you?

Warning: Established Relationship, Dirty Talk, No House Specified, Kind of Public Sex, Smut (18+), No Use of Y/N, Google Translate Italian, No Plot literally just sex.

Word Count: 1.6K

Note: Wrote this based on a dream I had.....which was based on an RP scenario that I did. Obviously, Theo takes up a lot of space in my mind. Early birthday gift for my Georgie, @pizzaapeteer, please wish her an early birthday and thank you because she is the reason I got this done. @cafekitsune for the banners as always!

You raced to the library, giving small hello’s and excuse me's to the people you passed. You had promised Theo that you would help him with his Charms homework after your club meeting, but you had gotten carried away with some discussions causing the meeting to run over. You hoped that Theo wasn't there yet or would just be arriving because you knew the small quips about your tardiness wouldn't stop if he was already there.

You made it into the library, climbing the stairs to the secluded corner of the floor. A small table with two chairs that you and Theo often claimed whenever you both decided to do some studying. You groaned softly, seeing Theo already seated with a shit-eating grin on his face when you rounded the corner.

"So late, bella. Almost thought you stood me up." Theo said as you sat down next to him. You rolled your eyes, pulling out your Charms notes and your textbook. "Oh, shut up. I've never stood you up before."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, why are you late?" Theo leaned in; his mouth curved into a smirk. You flicked his forehead causing him to lean back, rubbing it softly. "I got caught up in the meeting. I'm sorry, Teddy."

"It's fine, principessa." Theo said, opening his notes, "Just like teasing you."

You and Theo quickly fell into a nice rhythm of studying and light conversation. You gave him the notes to copy as you worked on the actual assignment. You always felt at ease when you studied with Theo, it was one of the only times that he seemed to relax. Usually that was reserved for when you both were in the privacy of your dorms and even then, Theo would rather be participating in other activities.

More time passed before you started wiggling in your chair, your butt starting to fall asleep. "This chair is uncomfortable." You whined, standing up to try to regain some feeling. Theo chuckled, leaning back in his seat, and patting his thigh. "Well, I'm quite comfortable if I do say so myself."

You rolled your eyes as you slid over to him, nestling yourself in his lap. "You've been waiting for this moment, haven't you?"

"I'm always looking for a way to get you in my lap, love. It's where you belong." Theo said, winking at you. You smiled, shaking your head, and returning to your reading for your homework.

Theo's hand reached your thigh, running up and down your leg. Once he finished copying the notes, he trailed his hand under your skirt. You glanced up from your reading to meet his eyes that were already trained on your face.

"Shouldn't you be starting on the assignment now?" You swatted his hand away from your thigh, raising an eyebrow at him. Theo smirked, putting his hand back, "Yeah, but I don't feel like reading that text right now."

His hand once again traveled up your skirt to the hem of your underwear. "Why don't you read it to me, principessa?"

"Read it to you?" You raised an eyebrow at him, "What are you trying to do?"

"Nothing, I just want to hear your sweet voice." Theo smiled, "I'll even reward you."

Your eyes scanned Theo's face, landing on his eyes. The usual expressionless eyes held a certain swirl of mischief in them. "You're up to something."

"Maybe, maybe not. Why don't you read and find out?" Theo shrugged, his smirk never going away. You rolled your eyes, conceding to his request.

"Charms are comprised of a wide range of spells. They focus on giving a target new and unexpected properties or making the target perform certain actions, along with other effects." You recited from the book. Theo's fingers softly moved the fabric of your underwear, pressing down on your clit with the pad of his thumb.

You yelped softly, looking up at Theo. He was leaning into his hand propped on the table, his smirk remaining as he held eye contact with you. "Theo," You hissed, "We're in the library."

"I know, bella. Why are you bringing up the obvious? Keep reading, I'm intrigued." Theo contorted his face into fake confusion, all while massaging your clit with his thumb. You narrowed your eyes at him, taking a shaking breath as you felt a familiar feeling boil inside you.

"Charms were distinguished from Transfiguration spells in the regards that a charm will add to or change the properties of an object while Transfiguration spells change the object completely." You continued reading as Theo removed his thumb from your clit, quickly replacing it with his index finger. He trailed up and down your pussy, smiling as you stuttered upon your next sentences.

"Offensive and protective spells f-fall under Charms such as the Stunning, Disarming, mmm, spell, and the Shield spell. The Tickling spell- oh!" Theo’s finger slipped its way into your pussy, pumping in and out as you read. You shut your eyes, attempting to save yourself from the pleasure.

Theo leaned close to your ears, a smirk evident on his face. “What’s wrong, bella?”

“You…. Theo….”

“Blaming me for your distractions?” Theo clicked his tongue, “How rude.”

You slapped his arm, slumping over slightly as Theo picked up the pace of his fingers. Theo chuckled darkly; his eyes trained on your face as it contorted into one of pleasure. “Getting fingered in the library, where anyone could round that corner and see you. Such a fucking slut.”

You felt yourself clench around his fingers due to his words. The adrenaline from the thought of being caught rushed through your body. “Fuck. Please.” You let out a breathy plea, your eyes looking over to the corner that could expose this whole ordeal.

“Please what, amore? Use your words.” Theo whispered into your ear. Your breathing became shallow as you felt a familiar knotting in your stomach. Theo did relent in his pace, smirking as he saw you close your eyes. “About to cum? Go ahead, be a good girl, and come all over my fingers, sunshine.”

A low moan fell from your lips as your climax came in a harsh wave. You fell limp against Theo, who was chuckling lowly. You rolled your eyes, getting ready to scold him. “I can’t believe you- Theo? What are you-?”

You felt your body get picked up and leaned over the wooden table. Theo stood up, taking his place behind you. “What are you talking about, darling?” Theo said, pushing your skirt up to your waist and bending down to be face to face with your cunt.

“We’re in the library! We can’t-” Your words were once again cut off by Theo as his tongue lapped at your clit.

“But you’re dripping, principessa. I can’t just leave my girl soaked like this, now, can I?” Theo smirked against your cunt, lapping at it again. You bit your lip, pressing your face against the hard wooden table. Theo stood up, undoing his belt and zipper as he left a harsh slap on your ass.

“Do you want my cock, baby? Tell me.” Theo stroked himself, pushing your legs apart with his knee. You let out a deep breath, laying your body flat against the table and turning your head to glance back at him. “Yes…... I want it.” You said softly. Theo smirked at you, lining himself up with your entrance, pushing in.

“Fuck, amore, so wet and ready for me,” Theo muttered. You whimpered, your eyes falling close at the feeling of being filled up by your boyfriend. He never fails to stretch you out beyond belief. Theo pulled out slowly, leaving just the tip in before snapping his hips forward, setting a harsh pace.

“Such a fucking slut. Getting railed in the library where someone could see you.” Theo snarled, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You clenched around him again, moans ripping from your throat. “Oh, you like that, huh? You like the idea of someone possibly seeing how much of a whore you are for me?” Theo smirked, reaching around to rub on your clit.

“Y-yes, yes, I like it.” You mewled, your nails digging into the table. Your eyes focused on the open corner, your heart speeding up every time a shadow floated past it. The last thing you wanted was for anyone to catch you in this position, but you couldn’t find it in you to stop Theo or even conceal the noises that he was causing you to make.

Between watching how he disappeared into your greedy cunt and how your ass bounced back every time his hips contacted yours, Theo groaned softly. “S’good…. fuck.” You whimpered.

Theo lifted your leg to be prompted up on the table, knocking the books off the table in the process. With a firm grip on around your thigh, Theo pound into your aching cunt. You gripped the edge of the table, your climax coming fast. “M’boutta….m’boutta cum…” You said, your voice muffled from burying your head to the table.

“Hm? My principessa is about to cum?” Theo spoke, “Cum around my dick, I want to feel you soak me.”

It didn’t take long for you to cum once again, your juice covering Theo’s dick and thighs. He continued to pound into you until his thrusts got sloppy. “Going to cover this pretty ass all in my seed.” He muttered, more to himself than to you. He gave you one last deep thrust before pulling out and spilling his cum all over your ass.

You took deep breaths, your body still bent over the table, as Theo massaged your waist, a chuckle erupting from his throat.

“I didn’t know you were so kinky, bella. Good thing I casted that invisibility charm before you got here.”

Your eyes flew open in disbelief as you turned your head to look at him. That same shit-eating grin on his face from earlier.

Your boyfriend was going to be the death of you.

[poisonlove]

We can't be friends | w.a

Request @ortegalvr

Pairing: Wednesday Addams X reader

Warning: Fluffy, Sad

Belladonna

The belladonna plant, also known as Atropa belladonna, is notorious for being poisonous, but some of its chemicals can be used in medicine to treat certain conditions, as in traditional medicine. However, its use requires extreme caution and medical supervision due to its toxicity.

I scrunch up my nose and look at the words in our herbology book with confusion. I had to do thorough research on poisonous plants and any potential benefits they might bring, so I decided to take advantage of this research time at the Weathervane.

"Here's your macchiato," I raise my head from the book and see the barista. The brown-eyed, curly-haired guy gives me a small smile. "Thank you," I return the smile and notice him walking back to the counter, wiping some cups.

I sigh audibly and sip the coffee, closing my eyes to the delicious flavor. It wasn't Italian, but it was still good, less watery than I imagined. I lick my lower lip and return my eyes to my notes, tapping the pen on the paper, thinking of some other poisonous plant.

I needed to get a good grade.

The sound of the bell in the shop marks someone's arrival, and I look up curiously, seeing a familiar figure. A sensation of chill runs through my body, my heart pounding frantically against my chest.

I couldn't move.

Wednesday Addams was accompanied by a girl, a blonde with colorful highlights. The blonde was smiling broadly and chatting with the brunette, who was looking at her with her usual apathetic gaze. Wednesday was wearing an all-black school uniform, her unmistakable braids hanging over her shoulders.

Her eyes flick in my direction, and I feel my shoulders slump, my eyes softening as I look at Wednesday after so many years. Wednesday seemed surprised to see me, but she didn't show it. Her posture remained perfect, no hint of shock or surprise, just her eyes staring into mine as if trying to read something in them.

The blonde, noticing where Wednesday was looking, leans towards her, probably asking who I was, interrupting the staring contest that had developed between me and her. "I didn't know you knew anyone here in Jericho," is the only thing I manage to catch from their dialogue, and I lower my head to the table, playing with my hands.

It was a habit I had when I was nervous and embarrassed, which was plausible considering it's been years since I've seen little Addams. "Wed, are you okay?" the blonde asks again, two tables away from me. I purse my lips, feeling bitterness in my mouth at the nickname she gave her.

Wed? Now you're letting her call you by my nickname? I thought bitterly.

I sigh audibly and turn my attention back to my assignment, trying to ignore the conversations between the blonde and Wednesday, even though the latter barely spoke. I unconsciously smile, knowing it was just like her to behave this way.

Let's say that every time we went out together, I was the one who talked the most of the two, the brunette just looked at me without blinking, her deer-like eyes watching me with curiosity as I talked and talked. It made me smile and shiver at the same time to be watched with such intensity, but Wednesday loved listening to me talk, she always said she liked my voice

Oleander... Poison... Wednesday.

I knew perfectly well that Wednesday loved this kind of thing, studying every kind of weapon or poisonous plant, a passion her mother passed on to her. But this connection came to mind only now seeing Addams' figure.

I raise my gaze, unconsciously looking at the girl who was my downfall, the love of my life... A girl I still think could be mine. I see her talking to the blonde, smiling shyly, almost imperceptibly at her words.

Apparently, she can understand you, right?

Because I'm different from her, right?

"No! You can't understand! I don't want to hurt you," Wednesday's voice suddenly rises, looking at me seriously.

"But..." I start, feeling tears welling up in my eyes.Wednesday turns her back on me and walks towards the entrance of my room, her hand on the doorknob, her back rigid.

"We can't keep seeing each other, I don't want to see you anymore," her voice lowers again, a cold chill creeping into my bones.

"You're leaving me?" I whisper, looking at the brunette in disbelief. Wednesday doesn't even hint at turning around, her shoulders slumping as she opens the door.

"Wed," I say timidly, my voice breaking as tears threaten to fall. Addams tightly grips the doorknob, her posture still perfect.

"Don't be pathetic, y/n... You're smarter than this," she says with such coldness that it leaves me stunned. After this sentence, Wednesday walks through the door of my room, leaving my house and my life.

It's been 3 years since that moment, and I still shiver at the memory.

I clench my jaw tightly, trying to suppress the anger and pain I still feel, as I delve into my assignment, trying to find comfort in the pages of the book.

"What do you want to order, Wed?" asks a high-pitched voice. I look at the paper while waiting for her rather obvious response.

"Iced espresso," Wednesday replies neutrally.

Her favorite, I know.

Apparently, she still liked the coffee I made her try at my house during our first study project.

Umm... What can I offer you?" I ask nervously as I watch the brunette marveling around my kitchen. Wednesday touches my microwave and looks at it closely.

"What do you have?" she asks spontaneously, her voice small but determined.

"I asked you for a reason, don't you think?" I chuckle timidly, smiling at Addams' strangeness. Wednesday didn't seem like a very... Simple girl, indeed, she had a morbid sense of humor and a loyalty to the color black.

Wednesday gazes into my eyes, making me blush at their intensity. Black eyes stare into mine without blinking, whether curious or annoyed, I still don't know.

"What's that?" she points to the coffee machine, and I blink incredulously.

"You really don't know what it is?" I ask in surprise, and she tilts her head sideways, analyzing me with her gaze.

"It's a coffee machine... Do you want to try my family's famous iced espresso?" I ask proudly, my eyes lighting up with excitement.

The corners of Addams' mouth lift, and she timidly nods her head.

I shake my head and try to focus, a solitary tear rolling down my cheek before falling onto the book. I clench my jaw and try not to cry. Focus on the task.

Don't be weak, don't be pathetic

"Enid, can you hurry up and finish the frappé? It's almost writing time," Wednesday asks with a hint of irritation, earning a glare from what I now know is called Enid.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch their interaction, Wednesday's black eyes pointing towards my direction again. I look away towards her features: high cheekbones, full lips, a stoic but incredibly attractive gaze. Wednesday remains motionless, staring at me, and I surrender to her gaze, starting to pack up my things to put them in my backpack.

The memory of our first date...

We were in the dark room of Wednesday's house, enveloped by the tense and mysterious atmosphere of a horror movie playing on the big screen. Sitting on the couch, I was completely immersed in the plot, but every now and then a shiver of terror would make me jump.

I felt the tension building inside me as the scenes became increasingly eerie. My hands were clenched into fists on my knees, and my heart was beating so fast I feared it might burst from my chest, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen.

Suddenly, a particularly scary scene materialized on the screen, and I couldn't hold back a small scream of terror. Without hesitation, Wednesday grabbed my hand firmly, surprising me with her quick action.

The touch of her hand on mine made me jump, but immediately I felt a sense of calm spreading inside me. Her fingers were cold, but the grip was comforting, as if she wanted to protect me from the terror surrounding usI looked at Wednesday with gratitude, finding comfort in her dark and deep eyes.

She didn't say a word, but her simple gesture spoke more than a thousand words. In that moment, I understood that I wasn't alone, that she was there with me, ready to support me.

So, with Wednesday's hand in mine, I faced the rest of the movie with a renewed sense of courage, knowing that no matter how terrifying it was, I could overcome it with her by my side.

Our first kiss, which happened later that evening.

Wednesday and I locked eyes, a silence filled with tension and emotion enveloping the room.

Our gaze met, and I could sense the same uncertainty I felt.Then, slowly, Wednesday leaned towards me, her eyes fixed on mine with intensity. My heart was pounding so hard I feared it might burst, but I couldn't tear my gaze away from her.

Her lips brushed against mine cautiously, as if she was afraid of hurting me. I felt the warmth of her breath on my face, and a shiver ran down my spine as I leaned in closer to her. Our first kiss was a moment of pure enchantment, a whirlwind of overwhelming emotions.

Wednesday's lips were soft and warm against mine, and the contact was so intense that for a moment it seemed like the world around us stopped.

An onslaught of memories overwhelms me, making me feel vulnerable. My heart breaks at the memories of what we were, of what we shared.

I feel like that flood of memories could easily drive me to madness, but I don't want to feed this monstrous fire. I just want to let this story die, and I'll be alright.

"Shit," I whisper, clenching my jaw tightly.

I stand up from the chair, and the cup near me falls to the ground, attracting the attention of the others. Tyler, the barista, walks over to me and crouches down to pick up the broken pieces. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," I say with concern. "It's okay, accidents happen," he says, smiling kindly.

My eyes glance at Wednesday, and I see her turn her head upon hearing the noise. The blonde next to her continues to drink her frappé, unfazed by the events. Wednesday keeps looking at me in a strange way, her eyes... Glassy. They're kind. Her body invites me to approach and I freeze at the thought of standing just a few steps away from her, face to face.

Maybe she wants to talk and sort things out?

Be friends?

I purse my lips and break the eye contact between us. I grab the backpack with my assignments inside and look at Tyler with concern, who smiles broadly at me.

I give him a small smile and leave the shop, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.

We can't be friends, there are too many feelings.

But I'd like to just pretend, maybe one day not too far away I'll be able to.

But a part of me... Wait until you like me again.

[serenityinstone]

Feline Fiasco

Hetalia x Reader

This is written for a female reader but there isn't really anything specific that would suggest that besides a few references. If you want to read, I'm not going to stop you.

Also (Y/n) is completely uninterested in the countries for the majority of this, all she's interested in is the cats. This is way fluffier than anything else I've posted, which is two things, and this part is relatively America-centric because (Y/n) works for him. This is also way less quality work than those two posts but idk deal with it?

There is more to this but it's unfinished and I'll probably never post it. My friend also helped with the cat names so if you don't like them... uh assume that they chose them. One last note, I thought it would be funny to write the accents so you also have to deal with that.

As one of the many secretaries working in the White House, it was actually quite a surprise to you that you ended up as the main secretary to the human personification of the U.S.A.

Because of this, you had become quite close to Mr. F. Jones and more importantly: his cat.

You couldn't help but coo at the adorable and floofy feline. Sure, you should probably finish filing those papers, but national security can wait a few more minutes. Besides you couldn't resist the allure of the purr. It would be an understatement to say, when you learned that the other personifications also had furry friends of their own, you were excited.

America didn't want you interacting with the other countries, especially not Russia. But you honestly didn't care and you weren't the recording secretary for those meetings, so it's not like you were in attendance anyways. That somehow didn't stop you from having to tag along and meeting more nation cats; of which you weren't sure why they had brought them along in the first place. It's not like you were complaining.

Ball of fur after ball of fur. No cat went un-petted. Except for Germany's cat; he had evaded you time and time again. But no longer! For today was the last day and you were going to pet that cat if it was the last thing you did.

There it was. It's sleek black fur, the ribbon in Germany's signature colors around its neck, and that always alert look on its face. He would evade you no more. You crouched down in your very inflexible pencil skirt and prepared to pounce.

"Vhat are jou doing?" A voice thick with a German accent called out, startling you and the cat who decided to bound back towards him and into his arms.

"Uhhhh." You blanked.

"You're America's secretary right? Vat vere jou trying to do to my cat?" He questioned, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

You gulped and tried to explain your actions in a way that didn't sound absolutely ridiculous.

"I-uh. I wanted to pet your cat and… he kept evading me and I thought if I snuck up on him that I could pet him." You looked away and pitifully whispered, "Sorry."

"If jou vanted to pet him, all you had to do was ask."

"Really!?" Your eyes lit up and you looked up at the German with pure and unbridled excitement. He coughed and looked away with a slight blush resting on his cheeks.

"Of course." He held the cat out. You, with no hesitation whatsoever, immediately started to adore and love the cat, even shifting it from Germany's arms to your own.

As you continued to pet the cat, who despite his earlier refusal, seemed quite happy, you asked Germany a question. "My name's (Y/n). What's yours if you're willing to share? No pressure though."

His eyes widened a bit before he shook it off and gave you an answer. "Ludwig Beilschmidt." He responded, studying his cat. "Germouser seems to like jou."

You could barely stifle a laugh at the name he had given to the black cat. He sensed your amusement and gave an explanation.

"Feli- Italy named him. I vas going to name him Johann or something similar. Italy was zoroughly horrified by my suggestions and vould not rest until I vent vith his."

You smiled at the Italian's antics and shook your head with amusement. "Germouser is a fine name for an absolutely wonderful cat."

Germany seemed to get flustered again as he watched you coo at his cat, completely ignoring his presence. He would have just left him with you, but the meeting was starting soon and he didn't want to be late. Luckily for him, America decided to pop around the corner, demanding your attention. So you were forced to give up the precious kitty cat and return with Mr. Jones.

Alfred was annoyed. Not at you but at everyone else. Why did they have any right to be around you? You were an American citizen. His citizen. Sure, all you were really interested in was their cats. But what if you thought that they and their cats were so cool that you left him and went to live in a different country instead? He couldn't let that happen.

"So, (Y/n), dude, broette." He said on the way to the meeting room. "Here's the deal."

You gave him a look and raised an eyebrow.

"I need someone to watch Hero for me and my sitter flaked so you're gonna be watching him." He fingered-gunned at you and stars seemed to shine in the air around him. This, of course, was nothing new to you. It wasn’t like you would have rather been attending the meeting anyways.

So you stayed in a different unoccupied meeting room with a lovely, furry friend. It wasn't until he started hissing at a corner that you were in trouble.

"Hero, what's wrong?" You asked, concerned at the agitated cat. His tail bristled up and his ears flattened down as he took a defensive position. Out of nowhere another fluffy cat waltzed in from the very corner that Hero had been hissing at. It was Boris, a cat that belonged to Russia.

You hadn't actually gotten to pet him yet because to be honest, you were also scared of Russia. But… He wasn't around… and his cat was. And his cat was purring.

That was about all the reasoning that you needed to brush past Hero and scoop Boris up into your arms. The former started yowling for your attention and followed you as you went to sit down with the Russian cat.

You laid down on the plush carpeted floor and lifted the cat that you were holding up above you. Boris’ fluffy body was placed onto your chest and he immediately started purring louder once he got comfortable. He nuzzled his face into your neck, much to the annoyance of the American cat. Hero yowled at you and pawed at Boris, desperately trying to get him off.

Boris only gave him a smug look in return and kneaded into you, further solidifying his spot. Hero decided that it wasn’t worth the fight and that he was going to get his owner to remove the Russian cat and put him back into his mother’s lap: aka you.

The surprisingly smart and agile cat leapt around the room and pushed down the door handle, slipping out through the crack. You didn’t notice this as you were currently immersed in the bliss of a cat sitting on you and letting you pet it.

Eventually the purring lulled you into a peaceful and warm slumber, the two of you deciding to take a cat nap.

It would be Russia who found you first. Ivan realized that his cat had gone missing and he honestly didn’t care enough about the meeting to stay. It's not like anyone would try to stop him.

So as Hero bounded down the halls towards the meeting room, Mr. Ivan Braginsky came from the other direction; his sense of where his cat was at any one moment was completely uncanny.

The Russian gradually opened the wooden door and it quietly opened without any resistance. He turned his head towards where he heard purring and was met with a surprising sight. It was America’s secretary, with his cat, lying, with his cat.

You were breathing softly and the movements of your chest moving up and down also moved Boris. Ivan couldn’t help but faintly smile at the sight. Said cat opened a singular eye to acknowledge the new presence in the room. He flicked his tail and settled back into his spot. Not wanting to bother you or the cat, Ivan pulled out a chair and sat down. 

He pulled out some paperwork, seemingly from nowhere, and began to work on it. The sounds of your quiet breathing, combined with the light purr from Boris, made for a calming work environment. 

As the three of you remained in peaceful bliss, another kitty cat was running around the corner on the never ending search for food. Itabby trotted up and down the corridors looking for an open door that might lead to some food that didn’t come from England. Her golden fur glimmered as the sun shined through the many windows in the building. She looked over at a door that had opened slightly and was too blinded by the thought of food to notice the scarily familiar scent coming from the room.

Itabby scampered over to the door but screeched and meowed as she was sent flying by an American blonde and his equally irritated cat. She tentatively peered around the door at the scene forming.

“HEY!” Alfred yelled, startling both you and the cat. You shot up straight, Boris falling into your lap. “What are you doing with her?!” He yelled again, getting his face up into Ivan’s. The other man gave him an unamused look and stood up, towering over him. Alfred, despite this, did not back down and continued to stare angrily at him.

“Go away.” The white-haired male said, his accent heavy as he crossed his arms. “You have startled them with your unnecessary noise. You are just like the rest of your country.”

The air tensed and became heavier as the seconds went on. They began to size each other up as Hero, ironically, “heroically” walked proudly over to you and with his front paws, pushed Boris off of your lap. He quickly took his place and started purring. Boris’ fur began to puff up as he hunched down and prepared to pounce. His back legs flexed and he made the jump, sending both him and Hero flying towards their fighting owners, who were remarkably somehow not in a physical fight. Yet.

You very quickly realized that you did not want to be in the middle of  two superpowers fighting and quietly took your leave. (E/c) eyes met feline amber ones and you swept up the cat and made your escape, leaving behind the feuding men and cats.

Itabby snuggled into your arms as you finally slowed down to catch your breath. Her round tail whooshed back and forth as you tiredly walked through the long hallway. The two of you eventually ended up in the rose gardens of the meeting building. The area was well taken care of and beautiful if you did say so yourself. The meeting was taking place in England and Mr. Jones had told you about how the Brit enjoyed gardening, so it made sense as to why it was here.

Speaking of the British, you spotted a fluffy feline shape from the corner of your eye. It was deeper into the gardens and among the trees. Itabby finally decided that it was time to go and return to her owner. She gracefully leaped out of your arms and landed on all fours and trotted off to beg Italy for some pasta. You instead continued your approach to the cat, which at this point, you could tell was a Scottish Fold.

The left side of his face was brown and so was his tail. Alike to his owner, he seemed to have what you assumed were some kind of eyebrows and when he opened his eyes to look at you, his olive eyes stared into yours. He flicked his tail and layed back down onto the wall that he was laying on. His collar jingled as he moved and you quietly moved up to him. On the gold circle attached to the same olive color collar, was a name.

‘Scone’ You thought. ‘Oh my god. This is the most English cat name I have ever seen.’

You almost started laughing but the smoldering glare the cat gave you made you think otherwise. The stone wall was surprisingly cold for the summer sun and as you sat down, you took a look at Scone. He seemed to still be quite grumpy, but he knew you from earlier in the week, so he was not alarmed. You lifted up and moved your left arm forward to start petting him.

Scone was soft and clearly well-taken care of. His fur was clean and had no knots or dirt insight, despite laying around a garden for half a day. You continued your actions and the both of you started to fall back into slumber. Your hand hovered on the back of the feline and your head slumped alongside your body.

It was peaceful. With birds chirping and the wind lightly blowing. There was a river babbling somewhere in the background and it made for a serene scene. The only reason he had let you pet him was because you had fed him earlier in the week. He didn’t have his collar at that point so this was the first time you had gotten his name. Your eyes closed as you recalled the event from a couple of days prior.

The day after the plane landed you were on the hunt for felines. Armed with some cat food, a retractable mouse-on-a-stick and hope, you made your way around the building England had set aside for housing the rampant countries, and byproduct, their cats. France’s cat, Monsieur, was an absolute attention wh-. He really liked attention, and would rub himself against your leg anytime the two of you crossed paths. It’s not like France, or Francis, was much better.

It’s not like you minded petting him. He was adorable after all. The cat, not Francis. But you had wanted to meet as many other cats as you could and so you had to stop by Francis’ room multiple times to drop off Monsieur.

“Je suis désolé.” He said, taking Monsieur out of your arms. “He keeps getting out. But I guess he knows when there’s a lovely lady around.”

You ignored his attempts at flirting and instead scratched Monsieur’s chin one last time before leaving. He purred at you and while you felt bad about leaving him, you were on a mission! Besides, you had a certain Japanese cat to track down. Monsieur meowed at you as you walked down the hallway and if you didn’t know better you’d say so did Francis.

Either way, nothing was going to stop you from petting Tama, Japan’s cat. He was an adorable little black and white feline with the cutest little bob for a tail. You had actually spotted him earlier and was about to go up to him before Monsieur literally jumped into your arms, demanding attention. Of course you weren’t going to say no so Tama quickly left your sight as you went to return Monsieur. 

Wait, isn't Monsieur just sir in French? Oh well there was no time to think about questionable cat names, this building was full of them.

Monsieur wasn’t the only attention whore of a cat. Prussia’s cat, Purrussia, wasn’t much better. He would follow you down hallways and meow with his scratchy meow at you while Austria’s cat, Allegro, whined behind him. He literally tried to jump up at you a few times.

Of course both of them were interrupted when Hero ran straight at you and tackled you like a professional linebacker. You had thought that it was mostly fluff, but no, apparently Hero could pack a punch. He knocked the wind out of you as you fell backwards onto the tiled floor. The cat sat proudly on you and looked around like he was waiting for something or someone. Whoever he was waiting for, however, wouldn’t show up fast enough to see Purrussia return the favor and tackle Hero off of you, much to Allegro’s horror. 

The white cat had a German ribbon as well but it looked like it was fraying at the edges. The reason you were bringing this up was because Hero was currently using one of the edges to try to choke Purrussia and Allegro was using the other to try to pull Purrussia away from Hero. Neither was really working and all it was really doing was making Purrussia more and more agitated.

“PURRUSSIA!!!” A shrill voice yelled out from down the hallway.

The cats stopped their roughhousing to see two of the countries barrelling down towards them. Well Prussia was. Austria was slowly walking over, looking more inconvenienced than anything else.

“Purrussia! Purrussia!” Prussia reiterated, pulling his cat up by its arms. “Did jou vin?!”

Everyone but the two Prussians stared in disbelief at his statement. The albino feline furiously nodded his head and if he could have talked you would have imagined that he would have been saying, ‘I’m awesome!’

Hero angrily meowed down below, as if to oppose Purrussia’s non-verbal statement. Allegro just haughtily licked his paw and stuck his nose up as if to pretend that he was disgusted with their fighting as if he hadn’t just been a part of it. Austria picked up his in-denial cat and you picked up Hero who calmed down as soon as you did. 

“Sorry about him.” You said, brushing his unruly fur down with your hand. “He gets a little competitive.”

“Ja. It’s fine.” Austria said, petting his own cat. “Purrussia is not much better.”

“HEY!” Prussia yelled. “My awesome Purrussia is doing his best! And besides, at least he actually does something!”

“Jour cat picked a fight vith a vall (wall) Gilbert.” Austria sassed.

“Vell jour cat’s piano playing is trash!”

Austria gave a gasp of horror before inching closer to the Prussian.

“Jou take zat back, RIGHT NOW!”

Prussia just laughed, still letting Purrussia’s back paws dangle as he held him like one would a toddler. He got in close to the Austrian’s face, smiling deviously at him.

“Nein.”

He suddenly, while still holding Purrussia, took off, running away from Austria. He wasn’t far behind though and you could hear the man yelling in German all the way down the far corridor.

“Well Hero.” You said, looking down at the cat who had made himself very comfortable. “That was weird.”

He just snuggled closer to you and you sighed. You scratched him once more before heading down the opposite hallway. The destination was clear, before you could continue your cat quest, you’d have to get this one safely back to its owner.

You suddenly snapped back to reality, still sitting on the wall. The sun was now high in the sky and the spot underneath you was no longer cold. You were especially warm as you now had a Scottish Fold sitting comfortably upon your lap. Quietly cooing at the cat, you looked to see if there was any way to escape your furry prison. The most important rule of cats: once a cat sits on you, you’re not moving until they do.

You sighed, legs uncomfortably stiff. Scone was far more content and his bushy tail occasionally brushed against your leg. It was incredibly cute but it didn’t make your back stop hurting from being hunched over for the last half hour.

Voices came from farther within the garden. There were two people currently engaged in a soft conversation. You caught bits and pieces of it; there was a man with a British accent and a man with what you thought was American until you heard him say ‘aboot.’ You couldn’t help but snicker at your own observation, disturbing Scone in the process.

He scornfully meowed at you and you offered pets in an apology. Around the corner turned Scone’s owner and a man who looked incredibly similar to America. They both turned to look at you when the Scottish Fold you were fondling stretched out to impossible lengths and complained like a cat while he did it. England looked down at your lap to see his cat very happily cushioned on your thighs. The man next to him was also holding a cat who again looked very similar to America’s.

They were clearly different though. This man’s hair was more auburn and his eyes were a shade of impossible purple. There was also more of a wave to it whereas America’s hair was as straight as hair comes. Familiarity lit up in your eyes, not for the man however.

“Maple!” You exclaimed, wanting to go to the cat but also not willing to disturb the one on you. “How have you been?”

The men stared at you, wondering if you were talking to them or the cat. Of course Maple himself answered this as he jumped out of his owner’s arms and darted over to you. He gracefully climbed up the small wall and placed himself down by you. Scone was on your lap and he was nicer than Hero so as to not push him off. You moved one of your arms to pet Maple and kept the other on Scone. They were so cute you felt like you were going to explode.

“Oh.” A quiet voice spoke out. It came from the man behind England. “You’re Alfred’s secretary right?”

You smiled and nodded at the man. “And I assume that means you’re Canada, right?”

He looked a tad taken aback before nodding himself. “Yeah…” He trailed off and England instead picked up the conversation.

“I thought you were supposed to be watching his furrball cat, Hero.” He walked over and leaned against the wall.

“I was. But then he and Boris got into a catfight… and then America and Russia got into a catfight.”

Canada laughed in the background but quickly covered it up. England stared at Scone, looking to see if there was anyway to get him off of you without being scratched himself. He had enough injuries, that should have scarred had he not been a country, from the cat. He shivered a bit, though also began to pet the feline, scratching his under the chin.

“That sounds like those two.”

You hummed in agreement, continuing your affections. Canada also came over to pet his own cat who ironically did smell like maple syrup. 

“Can I make you the villain of this story?” You asked England, gesturing to Scone. “I do actually have somewhere I need to be.”

“Oh I suppose I can assume that role.” He mused, carefully picking up his cat. He was not happy to be moved but England just shushed him.

Canada also picked up his cat who was slightly nicer about the whole thing. He fidgeted with Maple’s ear as he held him.

“I’m Matthew.” He said, carefully shifting Maple so he could put one arm out to shake your hand.

You finished the formal greeting. “I’m (Y/n).”

The other blonde butted in from the background. “I’m Arthur, love.”

“It’s very nice to formally meet both of you. Seeing you from across a meeting room doesn’t really count.” You smiled and gave a small pat to each of the feline’s heads. “Well I wasn’t kidding about needing to get somewhere. I really didn’t mean to get stopped as long as I did.” 

You playfully glared at the Scottish Fold sitting comfortably in his owner's arms. He promptly ignored you, instead turning around cutely. England apologized but you told him it was fine. You were at least 50% sure that Mr. Jones was probably still fighting with Russia. Those two really were like angry cats. You waved the two men off and went on your way to find out the answer to that question.

Instead of coming across two feuding superpowers, you came across two of the Asian nations’ cats. You had already met them both but this was the first time you were seeing them together. Tama was sitting up high on a shelf while China’s cat, Meowzedong, was angrily meowing at him from down below. Everytime he tried to climb up, Tama would use a paw and swipe a book or other object down at him.

You flinched as a very breakable, very expensive-looking, vase crashed down. It was this movement that alerted the two cats to your presence and Meowzedong wasted no time at all to come over to you and complain. Now you couldn’t exactly speak cat but you got the jist.

Bending down, you carefully picked up the cat. Meowzedong always had a weird clump of fur that looked almost like a ponytail that, no matter how much China cut it, always grew back. He yowled at you and pointed a furry paw in Tama’s direction. The other cat had already loafed on top of the high shelf and you looked at him, back at Meowzedong, back at Tama, and then back at Meowzedong again.

“I don’t know how tall you think I am but I’m not that tall.”

Meowzedong just narrowed his eyes and meowed at you again. You sighed, looking back at Tama. If he had a long enough tail to flick it at you he would’ve. Sensing the futility of his quest, Meowzedong instead spread himself out in your arms and if you didn’t know better you would have said that he was mocking Tama. And if you really didn’t know better you’d say that it was working and that the bobtail was getting more irritated by the second. The personifications might have had to act cordial but their cats had no such qualms.

Finally, Tama de-loafed himself and gracefully hopped down a few other layers before reaching the bottom. He gracefully walked over to you and sat on your foot… Well shoot. What were you supposed to do now?

So here you were, from one cat prison to the next. Standing in the middle of some random, out-of-the-way hallway because the nations’ cats were all attention-hogging, though very adorable, brats.

You didn’t know how much time had actually passed. There was no clock in the hallway, you didn’t wear a watch, and both of your hands were occupied so you couldn’t check your phone. As cute as they were, your legs felt like they were about to collapse in on themselves. You couldn’t even shift how you were standing because Tama had taken it upon himself to lay across both of your shoes. Your arms also felt like they were going to fall off at any second. Meowzedong wasn’t a particularly heavy cat but try holding anything over five pounds for longer than five minutes.

You were desperately hoping that either they would finally get bored and leave or someone would come to save you. Wow you guessed you really did need a “Hero” right about now… Dammit you thought that referencing needing a hero in your head would magically summon America or his equally hotheaded cat.

“Tama. Meowzedong.” You murmured. “Can you please get off?” You hoped to whatever god or gods were out there that they didn’t hear the desperation in your voice. Never show weakness to a cat.

The two cats made eye contact with each other for a moment and seemed to come to an agreement. Meowzedong stretched his body out before jumping onto the ground. Tama did the same but instead greeted Meowzedong when he landed.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration if you said that you collapsed onto the wooden floor below. You quickly got up however as you didn’t want them to see it as another chance to sit on you. At least not right now. You pulled out your phone to see all of the messages and calls you missed. You had put it on silent while watching Hero and forgot to turn it back to vibrate.

‘Oh my god Mr. Jones called me twenty-three times.’ You thought, frantic. ‘I’m gonna be in so much trouble!’

You raced down the hallway, startling a group of micronations as you went. There was no time to apologize! You had to keep your job! If not for you then for the cats!

Not even thinking to knock you burst open the door where America was staying, side note why wasn’t it locked? And were greeted with the sight of!... Mr. Jones… crying? His cat looked pretty dejected too and was currently hanging himself off the side of the bed like a rug.

“Sir?” His head shot up to look at you.

He quickly snapped his head back away, mushing at his face in an attempt to try to make it seem like he wasn’t crying.

“(Y-Y/n)” He stuttered for a second, before immediately going back to the hero persona. “Where’ve you been!?”

“Are you okay?” You ignore him, instead asking your own question.

You titiled your body to look at what he was looking at… Was that a framed picture of you?!

It didn’t matter because he was very quickly all in your face again. You could see what seemed to be a rapidly healing black eye and a tooth that hadn’t fully regrown in yet as he smiled at you. Just how long was he fighting with Russia for?

You sat him down on his bed, considering if you should even bother getting a medkit for him. Either way you ended up spending the rest of the day with him, watching movies and sitting what you considered a good ways away from each other on the plush couch. He apparently had a nicer room in all of England’s properties from when he used to live there during parts of the year.

Hero filled the gap in-between you of which America was mildly annoyed about. He kept trying to get you to use ‘Alfred’ but you insisted that it was unprofessional. He’d close the gap one day.

[mixvyu]

Parfum d’étoile - episode twenty-seven

scaramouche x reader smau

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You could see Scaramouche from the window of his car, looking down at his phone.

He didn’t seem to notice you as you waved at him but it didn’t stop you from walking over and knocking on the window.

You wave again and put your hands together as a quiet apology before going to the other side of his black Mercedes to the passager seat.

You threw yourself onto the soft seat and left out a long sigh, finally getting to sit down and relax after minutes of running around your apartment to not be any later than you already were.

"Hey."

"Oh hi ! Sorry I’m late" you said, breathing heavily after each word

"It’s fine, it’s kind of on brand with you anyways."

The car fell into silence after his sentence

. After seconds that felt like hours of him not starting the engine you decided to take matters into your own hands and strike the conversation

"You have a nice car !"

"Yeah it was my mom’s. She gave it to me when i got into college."

"Oh that’s nice… So uh… Where are we going ?"

"I have absolutely no idea."

"What ?"

" I don’t know where to go."

"Oh… Wait, what??"

"We should probably eat first since it’s noon."

"Uh… sure of course" you answered, still stunned by the revelation that he did not have anything planned.

"Kazuha said something about going to the Aquarium but i don’t really want to spend the day looking at fishes."

"Yeah, I don’t think aquariums are for first dates"

‘First dates’ he thought, by that logic there would also be a second, a third or even maybe a fourth.

What you thought about was the thought the he asked his friends for advice and that you weren’t the only one self conscious about all of this.

"Let’s go to McDonalds." His sentence pulled you out of your thoughts.

"What ?"

"Let’s go to McDonalds." He repeated, he didn’t really know what he was saying at that point

"Huh ?"

"I said-"

"No no I-! I heard what you said it’s uh… Why ? I was thinking of a place more first date-ey to be honest."

"The study sessions."

" ? "

"Kazuha got to pick Japanese food, you picked Italian after that but I didn’t get to pick."

"Oh yeah, that’s true"

"You don’t want to ?"

"No it’s- it’s fine with me"

"We can get something through the drive through and drive around and listen to music and speak about everything and everyone, that could be fun"

Now that he said it like that, it did sound fun : simply fooling around with him with no goal in mind seemed like a first date you could remember

"Yeah, that could be fun"

-★-

"Give me one or your nuggets"

"Should’ve ordered some for yourself"

"I paid for this ! Atleast let me have one !"

"Look at the road, god ! Do you want us to die or something ?!"

"It’s fine I’m an excellent driver" he said, snatching a chicken nugget from between your lips right into his mouth before getting his eyes back on the road.

"You’re a dick, Kuni."

"Don’t go dirtying the car now i just washed it"

"Huh ? You washed it for me ?"

"No dumbass i washed it because Childe borrowed it and he apparently can’t clean after himself."

"Well the name checks out"

You could hear a slight chuckle from the man beside you and it made you feel proud.

This date wasn’t actually, going as badly as you thought it would, it felt nice and casual to just spend time with Scaramouche.

Alex G was playing on his car speaker and the grey sky outside made it feel weirdly soothing.

"Where do you want to go after this ?"

"Wherever i don’t really care."

"God you’re so annoying."

"How is it my fault that you invite me on a date but don’t have a plan in head?!"

"Let’s go to the mall I have something to buy."

"Ooh I saw nice pants last time! You’ll buy them for me right ?" You said jokingly expecting a ‘no way in hell’ from him

"Sure, i don’t really care"

"Huh ? I was joking you know…"

"I’m not, I have money to spend might as well spend it."

"Do you wanna be my sugar daddy ?"

"Aren’t I already ?"

He stopped the car in the mall’s parking lot without you even noticing you were even approaching the mall already.

He stepped out of the car and closed his side before going to the other side and opening up the door for you.

"Ma’am."

"Woah, so gentlemanly."

"I know right."

Now that you were both out of the car you could finally examine what he wore.

It was your first time seeing him wear a button down and it didn’t look so bad, the black tie that he wore with it was slightly loosen to give more style probably. The color of his tie matched his pants, black baggy jeans with holes on each knees and he added a dark jacket to protect himself against the chilly air from outside.

It seemed like whatever he was wearing was fitting of him and it pissed you off.

"Quit staring."

"It’s weird seeing you with a button down"

"You saw me with one when i went to eat with my mom dumbass"

"Did I ? I don’t remember that."

You don’t know if he did it subconsciously or on purpose but scaramouche intertwined your fingers like it was nothing, hand and hand and dragging you into the shopping mall.

You didn’t say anything about it, scared that if you did speak up he would pull away. You just wanted to enjoy the warmth of his hand for a few moments longer.

-★-

Your hands came apart when you entered his car for the second time. Scaramouche pulled away so easily you couldn’t help but let out a disappointed sigh and hoped he didn’t notice (he did)

"So… what else should we do ?"

"We could drink that wine of yours"

You pointed to the plastic bag in which a bottle of french red wine he just bought that was sitting next to the bag filled with clothes that he insisted on buying you

"Uh you’re nice and all but this is a 1973 grand cru."

"Ok ? And ?"

"This bottle was 1.5k i’m not opening it for you."

"Come on, it would be fun !"

" I won’t be able to drive home, you know that right ?"

"We can uber home and you’ll get your car tomorrow !"

"You’re so fucking annoying" Scaramouche said as he started the car

"Where are we going"

"A cliff."

"What for ?"

"So i can kill us both." He sighed in annoyance, not satisfied with the decision he just made "To drink the wine dipshit, what else ?"

A satisfied smile crept on your face as you looked ahead of you, the sky was clearer now and it was a beautiful shade of blue.

You checked the time, wondering how long you’ve been on this date already.

You ignored the countless notifications from your friend group, not wanting to text friends while being with Scaramouche.

Your phone read ‘3:49’

Your shopping session was obviously way longer than expected and you kind of felt bad to use his money but also very satisfied with the purchases he made. You knew that whenever you’d tell Mona she won’t let it go ever.

Scaramouche had been weirdly sweet during the day, you wondered if he’d be like that if you ever dated him then started to hate yourself when you realised what you were thinking about.

Still dating Scaramouche doesn’t seem that bad ; he was rich, good looking, fun to be around, rich, dressed well, rich, had really good grades, was sweet (at time) and was filthy rich.

Settling with a guy like him didn’t seem like such a bad idea and you wanted so hard to hate the thought of it but you couldn’t.

"What is it ?" Scaramouche had noticed you staring

"I just thought that we’ve been driving for a while" you lied "where is that fucking cliff of yours ?"

"Out of town."

"What ? How are we gonna go back ?"

"I’ll drive of course"

"Drunk driving really isn’t safe you know ?"

"I’m not going to have more than one drink i’m not an alcoholic" like Kazuha, he wanted to add but he didn’t want to speak of him while on a date with you "I refuse to leave a fucking Mercedes out there in the wild, i’m gonna bring this baby back to the dorm parking lot before i go to bed i swear"

"Ooh so you’re that kind of car lover."

"What is that supposed to mean ?"

"Nothing in particular."

-★-

You checked your phone once again

6:01

Scaramouche drove for more than two hours which was surprising to you.

Time flew by fast with countless conversations and improvised karaoke.

You were still grinning ear to ear getting out of his car and finally being able to stretch properly.

You heard the car trunk close violently and turned around to see Scaramouche holding two wine glasses and a bottle of wine that seemed different than the one you pointed to earlier

"So you basically got me the cheap version ?"

"Yup!" He said not an ounce of shame in his voice "This is still 200 bucks i’m sure you’ll live"

"What if I don’t ?"

He ignored you and simply sat on the hood of his car.

It felt wrong to sit on the hood of a car that was worth more than all of your belongings put together but if he did it you might as well.

You happily took the glass he was offering you from his hands before he pour down some of the liquid from the wine bottle he just opened

"You’re not going to poison me, are you ?"

"I might" he replied pouring himself a glass

"Cheers" you said, both at the same time.

Scaramouche took a small sip while you downed your whole glass in a matter of seconds

"Not even appreciating the taste, jesus"

Silence fell onto the both of you, a comfortable one.

You let your head fall onto his shoulder, closing your eyes, almost drifting off the sleep before adding quietly

"I really wanted you to like me, Kuni"

He didn’t speak but you knew he heard you.

Your eyes opened once again when you felt his head on top of yours, both of your bodies being warmed up by the other’s

You stayed like that for hours that felt like minutes. Staring at the sun hiding from your view for the day, the orange aspect of the sky adding a little something to the already perfect evening.

Your heart was beating fast and you hoped that Scaramouche’s was too.

After countless of small meaningless conversations, it was sadly time to go home

-★-

You yawned

"I’m so tired"

"We’re almost there, don’t worry."

10:36

You could see the familiar lights and building of your town and it felt bittersweet.

You didn’t really want the day to end yet.

Even though you barely did anything, you felt awfully close to him and you liked that feeling.

The car stopped and you knew that it meant you arrived at the front of your apartment but you still checked outside hoping that maybe you were wrong.

You weren’t.

You could see the windows of your living room from there and it felt like they were mocking you.

You stepped out of the car, legs almost giving out because of how long you spent sitting.

Scaramouche was still in the car, hands on the steering wheel and he looked like he was more than read to leave.

The window from the driver seat was opened so you leaned in to be heard better

"Today was fun, we should do that again"

"Yeah."

"Well then, goodnight."

"What ? You aren’t claiming the hundreds of dollars worth of clothes in my backseat ?"

The grin on his face made you want to slap him but you simply sighed.

He got out of the car and gave you your(his) purchases

"You’re being awfully gentlemanly tonight"

"I’m always like that"

You faked a cough

"Well-"

His lips suddenly crashed on yours, unexpectedly and they tasted like cherry.

His sudden kiss made you gasp and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth

You closed your eyes letting him explore your mouth all he wanted, letting a few moans and whimpers here and there.

Before you even had the chance to grab him he cruelly pulled away panting slightly before leaving a soft peck on your now swollen lips.

Your face was burning up and it was hard to catch your breath but you still managed to whisper

"What… What was that…?"

"The kiss i owed you. It’s a little late though so I apologise.

He planted another kiss on your lips and barely pulled away before whispering

"Have a good night, Y/N"

And with that, he turned around, got into his car and drove away. Leaving you frozen and speechless on your own doorstep.

Extras!

My friend said "we better kiss or i’ll throw hands" and i had to act like i wasn’t sure it was so hard i wanted to say it so bad

We did kiss i hope you guys are finally happy 😞

Uh next chapter not so happy it’s not angst but it’s frustrating

I’m writing those notes on the 17th i haven’t even finished chapter 26

Oh em gee Bojack Horseman reference

Why are kissing scenes so embarrassing to write omg

No proofreading we die like men

Went to sleep at 8am just for you guys ughh i have to be awake in 4hrs why do i do this to myself

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What are your headcanons about Marcille's mom if you have any? It's interesting that what drew Donato to her was cause she lived the history he studied, or that was said somewhere at least. She must've had an interesting life.

so this was going to be just a normal answer but then I realized I have a Lot of Things To Say. so here goes, a compilation of what we know for a fact from the canon, what I've extrapolated from the visual cues and details, and my theories based on all of that.

Things we know for a fact about Marcille's mother because they were explicitly stated in the manga and supplemental materials:

She was a court mage for a Tall-man kingdom at the southern part of the Northern Continent

Donato, a court historian, fell in love with her because she had lived through the history he was studying, and he courted her for 17 years (age 15 to 32) before getting married

She was a cheerful person who rarely showed extreme emotion and took things as they came

She always cooked a huge meal for Marcille on her birthdays

She remarried a gnome after Donato's death and a short distance away from Marcille's childhood home

Pipi, Marcille's pet bird, was actually older than Marcille and originally belonged to her mother (bird died at 62)

She was extremely heartbroken when Donato died and ultimately ended up instilling a deep fear of mortality in Marcille with her words

the only time she showed extreme emotion in front of her family was when Donato could no longer eat his favourite dish near the end of his life.

She scolded Marcille for being cruel to ants (implying she can have a stern side when needed)

Things that are explicitly shown but mostly through visual cues

She has a very distinctive style of dress always involving a ribbon choker (mirroring Marcille's habit of always wearing a matching choker with any of her outfits that don't cover her neck)

She was almost stereotypically good at housekeeping and traditionally "wifely" things (very frequently depicted wearing an apron or doing some domestic chore when not at work, seems to have been an avid cook).

She knits? (also, note the affectionate smile as she's looking at Donato and Marcille reading a book together in the full panel)

She was as excited for Marcille's milestones as Donato was.

She didn't tell Marcille much about elven food

(there are a couple things that this panel in particular implies:

She lived a good deal of her life (if not being born and raised) in a mainly elven country in the West, implied by her knowing enough of an elven region's cuisine to prefer Tall-man food over it

seems to have a pretty carefree and casual demeanour overall, if this is how she replied to Marcille asking her about it (sounds like she never gave her culinary preferences that much thought to begin with)

slightly related to number 2, it seems like she and Marcille had a fairly casual parent-child dynamic (especially in comparison to the Toudens' memory of their father)

(local elf tastes Italian food once and never goes back))

However, she seems a lot more... serious in most of the other times we see her? Almost like the very stereotypical archetype of a graceful elf.

Subsequent conclusions about her personality:

Usually pretty carefree and cheerful at home, has been a loving and attentive parent throughout Marcille's childhood (while not being so doting that she didn't discipline Marcille).

Slightly more conjectural theories on her personality:

Had a much more graceful and professional personality at work, which would explain the more serious portraits we see of her.

Given that both she and Donato had positions at the royal court, it seems a little odd that she'd go out of her way to do all the housework herself, so maybe she just enjoyed doing it?

Now taping all the evidence together and toeing the line between analysis and fanfiction:

It's clear that she loved Donato very much and was utterly devastated by losing him. But there's one thing that really stuck out to me in what little we see of her:

Doesn't she seem... angry? The way she's gritting her teeth, clutching the tablecloth, and how this is the first and only time we see her eyes opened that wide. In the following panel, you see her being quiet and dejected after her initial outburst. She's still crying very intensely, but her brows are furrowed, and she's not really responding to Donato's affection in her body language.

We're not told the details of how she felt about losing Donato other than that it upset her. But this, to me, implies that she was angry and resented that he was aging, that the end of his life was approaching. An "it's not fair" type of preemptive grief. And if this was the first and last time she cried like this in front of her family, she was either very good at coping in private... or very bad at letting herself feel unpleasant emotions until they become unavoidable and end up overwhelming her.

It's not too remarkable a detail on the surface. It's even reminiscent of what the audience has seen of Marcille. But... when it comes to the big picture, you'd think an elf who voluntarily chose to marry a tall-man and have a half-elf child would have been better prepared for this.

It kind of recontextualizes her cheerfulness to me.

"I'm sure everything's gonna be okay!" (or some variation thereof, depending on what translation you have).

And this is stated to contrast her extreme grief when finally confronting Donato's failing body and eventual death. But I'm wondering if... maybe this optimism was why she was so upset. What if she went into all of it thinking "everything's gonna be okay"? What if she was a little young by elven standards, and just followed her heart thinking that her own resilience would get her through anything?

Of course, only to get completely overwhelmed when she actually loses Donato. She turns into a completely different person. And that's heartbreaking on its own-- but what the audience sees is the effect it had on Marcille. Can you imagine being her, watching your invincible and upbeat mother suddenly lose all the light in her eyes in one go?

I've already made a huge post about how I think Marcille models her "work persona" off her mother, but another thing that stuck with me as I was looking for more details in the manga was this:

copy pasting from the other post i made about it lmao it's like... the second she resigns herself to lifelong pain and terror, there's another portrait of her mother facing her like this. with their heads bowed, in mirrored body language of resignation and despair and sorrow. Except it's posed like Marcille is still looking at her mother but her mother is looking away.

It took me a second to realize, but I think that it's a visual metaphor for the fact that Marcille's mother was the only long-lived role model she had-- and she failed to model healthy grief for her daughter. I don't say this as an accusation or to disparage her as a character, but just as a matter of fact. In her, Marcille was seeing herself older and losing a short-lived spouse or loved one of her own, and all she saw was hopelessness.

But her mother didn't mean to instill hopelessness and terror in her. She wasn't really thinking of how it would truly affect Marcille at all (at least, that's how I'm interpreting her looking down and away from Marcille in the metaphor), she was just sad. And she, in her own way, was trying to protect her daughter and help her prepare for future losses.

What she meant was "loss is inevitable, and you have to learn how to be in pain but live on anyway." What Marcille heard was "loss is inevitable, and you will be scared and hurt for the rest of your life."

Again. Marcille's mother doesn't feature explicitly in the story the way her father does -- but in so many ways, her shadow, her silhouette, her reflection is always hanging over Marcille.

All that to say... headcanon-wise (everything from here on is 100% without evidence lmao), I'd like to think that she matured and realized that she failed Marcille. I imagine her being regretful about it, wanting a chance to fix it but never finding a way to insert herself back into Marcille's life when Marcille is so so so busy becoming the most accomplished mage possible. I imagine her being herself again, now, so many years after her loss and after remarrying -- but with her cheerfulness tempered with a lot more wisdom and the pain of having gone through loss like that. I think the second Marcille actually tells her what happened in the dungeon, she'd want to go running to her daughter again -- if Marcille tells her the full truth instead of just being embarrassed she let things get that far. (oh, the tragedy of her wanting to be more like her mother and an accomplished adult who doesn't need to be babied... being embarrassed to actually tell her mother how much she fucked up...)

There's also the tension of her having remarried -- I know that there's at least a little bit of resentment that Marcille harbours about that, because she's childish like that at heart even if she makes an effort not to externalize it. I think that her mother would be aware of that, potentially adding to her sense of guilt and apprehension at trying to reappear/intrude on Marcille's life. I honestly don't think Marcille has met her stepfather -- or even considers him a stepfather rather than "mama's new husband" and kind of a total stranger. I think she and her mother actively don't talk about it in their correspondence, like an elephant in the room.

but, ultimately, I think her mother is on her side no matter what. Ancient magic? Dark necromancy? Sure, she'll feel guilty and like she was partially responsible for setting Marcille down such a painful path, but she wouldn't care. that's her daughter!! she would've moved back west and been petitioning for her at the court, buying a house right next to the Canaries barracks and visiting her every day that she wasn't on a mission. And if her husband had opinions on Marcille becoming a "dark arts user," he either gets over it or it's divorce with him. Yes, she might have had her optimism completely humbled by losing Donato like that -- but she's still headstrong and self-assured and she doesn't care what people think of her. It's her way or the highway and she's always going to be in Marcille's corner.

(She also needs a name lol. I went with Juno, just to be cute about "Marcille"s closest real life equivalent being Marcella, which is the female version of Marcellus, which in turn is a diminutive of Marcus, which was derived from Mars. Absolutely in love with Marcille potentially being named after Ares/Mars the fucking god of war btw)

[jokeroutsubs]

[ENG SUB] Bojan Cvjetićanin for the podcast To je moja muska ('This is my music')

To je moja muska ('This is my music') is a podcast of the Val202 radio programme in which each guest provides the song selection, explaining their choices during the interview. The original interview was published on 1.07.2022 and can be found at this link.

Transcript and translation by drumbeat, proofread by a member of JokerOutSubs and X klamstrakur, subtitles by drumbeat.

The audio version of this interview is also available with Italian, French and Serbian subtitles. Translated respectively by @varianestoroff, X Yoda_Bor and IG marija_rocen.

Transcript below the cut 👇

To je moja muska. ('This is my music'.)

Host: Bojan Cvjetićanin, welcome to 'This is my music'! The show where the guests choose the music that has defined a particular time in their lives, or that they just like, or that is linked to an event in their lives. Can I try to guess what you've chosen? Usually my guests tell me upfront, but you didn't.

Bojan: You can try.

Videosex? As locals?¹ I just gave you an idea, didn't I, you'll change it. Then Elvis Costello and ABBA.

Bojan: ABBA is spot on.

Okay.

Bojan: ABBA is spot on.

To je moja muska.

How much has your taste in music changed over the years? Were you, I don't know, rebellious, did you belong to a subculture?

Bojan: It hasn't really, honestly, it hasn't changed, I've just been adding new artists to the repertoire, so to speak. But my taste hasn't changed.

Did you have any posters in your room?

Bojan: I had posters, and in fact I still have them, in my old room, all over the room, from Green Day.

How often do you go back to the old music, let's say very old music, and how much do you stay up to date with the contemporary and which one inspires you more?

Bojan: Now I don't know what you mean by old, but let's say 60's, 70's, okay. Yeah, I really like listening to music from that era. I would say it inspires me quite a lot, and if it doesn't, it's an influence for sure. Otherwise, I also really like new music, especially Slovenian. So my Slovenian selection will be very contemporary.

Tell me, what is your local selection?

Bojan: My local selection is 'Angeli' by MRFY.

Why?

Bojan: Because it's a song that I really like to put on at times when I'm not thinking about it, and then it pops into my head, like, 'Ah!' Spur of the moment, let's go! A great song.

Is there any rivalry between you?

Bojan: Absolutely. There's major rivalry between MRFY and Joker Out, which makes sense, because we're peers. But this is one healthy rivalry. I don't think either of us hates the other, except Štras² hates me, and I hate him back. (laughs) But no, I think we have a very healthy relationship.

To je moja muska.

You're not just a singer, you've got a few acting roles and event hostings under your belt. I've heard in one of your interviews, you said that you compared yourself to Val Fürst³ and realised that maybe you are not as talented, but still. How interested are you still in other artistic areas?

Bojan: I am very excited by and interested in acting. I know and understand that I am not a world class actor, but I feel that for these roles I've been cast in, I'm suitable and that I am good at what I do. At this point I feel that I don't want to stand on a theatre stage or go to AGRFT⁴ first and study for it. That is what I meant by Val Fürst being superior. Somehow I felt that Val really had it, that certain X factor, as far as acting is concerned. But yes, I am interested in acting.

Okay. Hosting?

Bojan: I like hosting. I found EMA incredibly stressful, incredibly enlightening, but I wouldn't do it again.⁵

What makes a frontman of a band, in your opinion? What are those traits, qualities?

Bojan: Yeah, a frontman just has to be very willing to share all of himself with everybody, that on stage he leaves nothing behind.

For example, Damiano David, Måneskin, who you also portrayed with Maja Keuc in the song 'Zitti e buoni'⁶, said that he learned this interaction with the audience on the street, where people don't show up to your concert, but you have to win their attention. How did you master it?

Bojan: I worked on graduation trips, as MC, so that was my job, to get the 500 graduates who were all very different, motivated to hang out, to have fun, to dance, to do all those sports activities or whatever. So I actually met a lot of different types of people and interacted with them and those things have just come in very handy for me now.

Second track?

Bojan: Track two I would say, because it was the first one that came into my head when you said that to me, 'The Winner Takes It All' by ABBA.

Any particular story behind it? Since when, I mean, when did you hear ABBA for the first time? Why do you still like it? How come it doesn't get on your nerves?

Bojan: ABBA is one of those artists, where whenever I'm listening to them, I feel really good. Usually in the morning, if I'm making eggs for breakfast, I put ABBA on and the day is better. So there aren't many, there's really no specific reason, but ABBA is a really feel-good band for me plus 'Mamma Mia' the movie, right. I don't know, people can hate, but if you watch it, and you don't feel good, there I really don't know what's wrong with you.

To je moja muska.

Let's talk a little bit about success, being recognisable, fame, do you feel it? Of course you do. Can you go somewhere without being recognised?

Bojan: Yes, I can go places where I'm not recognised, like EXIT.⁷ And even today, they…

At home, I mean.

Bojan: No, it's not ultra extreme though, but it's extreme enough, that it actually happens very rarely, that I go out and I don't take pictures or sign autographs or something.

Yeah, I was surprised at the 50th anniversary of Val 202⁸, that especially older ladies wanted to take a picture with you.

Bojan: Thank you for busting that myth, right, that only young girls listen to us. Because slightly older girls like to listen to us too, and the male companions as well.

One last thing, the third track.

Bojan: 'I Bet You Look Good on the Dance Floor' by Arctic Monkeys. Because I hope can transfer this song, or rather the energy of this song onto the stage today.

To je moja muska.

Notes:

¹Videosex were a Yugoslav synth-pop band formed in Ljubljana in 1982. The band was one of the most important groups in the Yugoslav synth-pop scene.

²Gregor Strasbergar, aka Štras, is a Slovenian musician, singer, guitarist and author for the Slovenian band MRFY, formed in 2013.

³Val Fürst is a Slovenian actor and musician who went to high school together with Bojan. Bojan talks about him in his interview.

⁴The AGRFT is the Academy of Theatre, Radio, Film and Television in Ljubljana.

⁵Evrovizijska Melodija (EMA) is the selection programme for Slovenia's representative in the Eurovision Song Contest. Bojan hosted its 26th edition, held from 5 to 19 February 2022.

⁶During the EMA 2022 final, Bojan and special guest Maja Keuc paid tribute to the reigning ESC champions, Maneskin, by performing their winning song, 'Zitti e Buoni'. The video can be found here.

⁷This interview was recorded before Joker Out performed for the first time at EXIT, a festival held annually in Novi Sad, Serbia.

⁸On June 16, 2022, radio station Val 202 celebrated its 50th anniversary by broadcasting 'Dan 202', a concert of Slovenian folk music live from Križanke, in which Bojan Cvjetićanin also participated. The concert is available in full here.

[lightofraye]

Hi there!

Per your request, I cropped your name!

Now to your message.

First, aw, wow, thank you for such praise about my blog! I honestly do try. I know I have my bad moments, where I become bitchy, and sometimes I have moments where I am mean. However, there’s a large difference between being human and being a constant emotional abuser.

Ahem. I digress.

Your line about mushrooms made me think of The Dresden Files and a line out of it.

“As far as the Council is concerned, the U.S. Wardens are a bunch of mushrooms." "Eh?" "Kept in the dark and fed on bullshit.”

― Jim Butcher, Turn Coat

Regarding your description of parenthood… I love it! It’s so true. The first couple of years after my son was born, it was… not easy. I was exhausted, running on fumes, struggled to take care of myself while dealing with an energetic, needy toddler. Being a single parent was hard. Is hard, what am I saying.

I’m inclined to agree with you. From what I’ve seen and heard, Danneel barely spent any time with the twins. I think she’s a bit more bonded with JJ than the twins, but clearly not nearly enough, given the death glare she gave JJ during the NYCC when The Winchesters was announced. (And that got Danneel a dirty look from Jensen!)

As for being a wife… that’s on her, sadly. She doesn’t want Jensen home; she wants him out, at work, all the time. Even when he’d been gone 9 months out of a year for filming Supernatural, she’s not happy when he’s home. So when Supernatural ended and he suggested a vacation through Europe, she said “No. Get back to work.” Wow.

I agree with you. A friend, family, anyone I knew who went through a traumatic experience like that—if I had the money to fly out there, I would in a heartbeat. Even if they called me in the middle of the night, at work, it didn’t matter.

(Also agreed to your message here.)

Yeah, the bit about her twirling her hair was so dull and bland that I was cringing every time it came up! And she’s rapidly losing her beauty… oh wait. She’s completely lost it. Her face is so over-worked, over-filled, Botoxed, face-lifted, you name it—it’s so bad, it’s unrecognizable to the way she originally looked! Otherwise… the gymnastics claim has me suspicious because if she did study gymnastics she would’ve been able to excel at cheerleading! But she didn’t. She did so badly they stuck her in the back so no one would notice she didn’t know the damned moves. Singing? We’ve heard her sing. Horrific. So, the claims of knowing how to play piano? Doubtful. Act? We know she can’t. So….

No skills. No literacy. No intelligence. Just lies through her ass and knows how to torture her husband repeatedly. Not someone to stan at all.

I can’t even believe any claims made about her. Like… French cooking? Doubtful. Italian cooking? Supremely doubtful.

I absolutely love your analysis. Thank you for it! You’re right. She’s never had to struggle, work hard, to do everything she had to survive. She just leeched off everyone—including her own parents! It’s really tragic.

Sad thing is, she’s not even celebrating having a good man as a husband. She tortures him, belittles him, pushes him away. She just loves his money. The children are just benefits to keep that money coming in.

All she is is a gold digger.

I’d feel sorry for her if she was in fact suffering. She isn’t.

The closest I’d ever get to pity is the fact that she’s an empty-hearted person.

(Also, the bit about her voice made me laugh, hard. Thank you.)

[bluejaysandblackbats]

To Touch Fate

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason attempts to settle down in Southern Italy and live a civilian life.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne, Terry McGinnis, Matt McGinnis

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Angst, Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd is a Father, Terry McGinnis is Batman, Retirement, Future Fic, Major Original Character(s)

Chapter One: Springtime

Jason met the love of his life in Lecce, Italy, while he was in between missions. She'd walked out of the florist's with a small bunch of cornflowers and bluebells. She smelled of fresh flowers and citrus perfume. Jason sat in front of a fountain outside the shop, watching the sunset. She sat next to him, crossing her legs and nodding. Jason grinned as he held back his laugh. "Are you on holiday?" she asked in Italian. Jason nodded. "Then these are for you." She gave him the bouquet, and he looked over at her.

"Oh, I'm afraid I didn't get you anything," Jason joked. They shared a laugh, and he introduced himself. "Are you on holiday?"

She shook her head and threw a coin in the fountain. "I live here," she answered, "I'm Noemi. Are you an American boxer?"

Jason shook his head. "Not quite," he whispered. Noemi studied him with her dark yet welcoming eyes, and he stared back with a curiosity he hadn't felt in years. She didn't pry, and her stare felt more like an invitation than an intrusion. He reached over and dusted a loose seed of amaranth off her eyebrow with his thumb. "Sorry." She grabbed his hand and held his palm to her cheek. Before he could think, he kissed her. He pulled back and opened his mouth to apologize, but she kissed him back.

Jason hadn't entertained the thought of romance in so long, let alone the idea of a springtime romance in Italy. They pulled away and started laughing. "How long will you be in Lecce?" Noemi asked in English.

Jason found himself entranced by her gentle gaze. He started to notice the bits of grey in her hair. "Three days, maybe more," Jason whispered. His voice was far away.

"That just so happens to line up with my days off... Hopefully, you'll have time to go to dinner with me," Noemi suggested. He grinned. It'd been a while since Jason had been on a date, but she was so forward and captivating that he couldn't refuse.

He nodded, and they exchanged numbers. "What do you like to eat?" Jason asked.

"There's a small restaurant not far from here. My friend is the owner," Noemi whispered.

Jason stood up and took her hand. "Lead the way," Jason whispered. Noemi grinned, and they took a stroll down the brick-paved street. The street lights started to come on as it got darker and darker outside. "You're very straightforward, you know," Jason whispered. Noemi chuckled.

"I had a feeling that you didn't care much for small talk, and in my line of work, I find it's much easier to get straight to the point," Noemi replied. She swung Jason's hand back and forth as they walked.

Jason smiled. "What do you do?" Jason questioned.

"I'm a trauma surgeon," Noemi answered, "So, most of my relationships don't last... Mostly because surgery doesn't make for a good dinner conversation."

"Well, I'm not squeamish. I've seen everything in my line of work," Jason replied. She looked up at him.

"And what is that exactly?" Noemi questioned.

"I'm a bit of a vigilante in the states," Jason confessed. She grinned and chuckled. "What?" he laughed.

"It makes sense, but why would you tell me that?” she laughed. Jason shrugged and playfully bumped into her.

“I don’t know… I guess it doesn’t matter because you wouldn’t know who I was anyway,” Jason confessed.

She nodded and squeezed his hand as they approached the restaurant. “Before we go in, the owner will ask if you’re Tuscan. Even if you are, just say no,” Noemi warned, “If you’re salt-and-pepper now, you’ll be old and grey by the time we leave the restaurant.”

“Alright, and fair warning. I don’t drink much. I’ll probably have two glasses of whatever you’re having, but that’s as good as it gets,” Jason replied.

Noemi stopped in her tracks and made a joking expression of offense. “I would never get you drunk to make you divulge all your deepest darkest secrets,” Noemi whispered, “That’s what breakfast is for.”

Jason smirked. “We’ll see,” Jason whispered as he opened the door for her.

They were immediately greeted by a well-dressed older man. “Ahh! Principessa, how are you?” he asked as he kissed her cheek, and she returned the favor. He shook Jason’s hand. “Are you Tuscan?” the man questioned Jason, still holding onto his hand. Jason shook his head. Noemi whispered something in the man’s ear, and he nodded as he led them to a candlelit table. “Blanc sauvignon? And don’t worry about dinner. It’s on the house.”

“Yes, thank you,” Noemi whispered, and she ordered dinner for both of them. “Jason, do you have a preference for different kinds of pasta ?”

Jason shook his head and let her order while he unwrapped the breadsticks. She took one and took small bites after the man left. “So, is surgery your passion?” Jason questioned in English. Noemi chewed faster and shook her head.

“Actually, no. I wanted to be a sculptor,” Noemi answered, “I never planned on being a doctor, let alone a surgeon.”

“What changed things for you?” Jason asked.

Noemi waited for the wine to come to the table, and she poured their glasses. She took a sip of wine and a deep breath before whispering, “My parents were decapitated in front of me when I was a child.”

Jason set his wine glass down and looked at her, his expression pained as he asked, “How old were you?”

“I was seven,” Noemi whispered, “I know it sounds strange, but I-.”

“It doesn’t sound strange to me at all. I’m sorry about your parents,” Jason whispered. She took another sip of wine and closed her eyes.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up… It's weird to tell someone I just met something so morbid,” Noemi apologized, “Have you ever been married?”

“No,” Jason replied, “And you don’t have to apologize. It’s just a shock. You seem so-.”

“If you say well-adjusted, I’m going to scream,” Noemi interrupted, and Jason laughed and shook his head.

“I was going to say un-traumatized,” Jason replied weakly. Noemi laughed at him and watched as he took a sip of wine. “I think we were meant to meet.”

Noemi raised her brow and poured more wine into her glass. “How so?” she asked.

“I can’t explain it, but it feels right… Like fate,” Jason whispered.

A waiter came with their food, and they both said thank you. Jason was pleasantly surprised by the way Noemi dug into her food. She looked at him and awkwardly finished chewing. “Open your mouth and close your eyes,” Noemi commanded as Jason ate his pasta. He looked into her eyes and raised his brow. “Trust me. Open your mouth and close your eyes.” Jason obeyed, and she spoon-fed him potatoes and octopus in broth. Jason chewed the food and opened his eyes.

Jason made a soft noise and took a sip of wine. “Oh, that’s good. What is it?” Jason questioned.

“It’s a Catalonian dish. Octopus stew,” Noemi replied, “Do you want more?”

“Sure,” Jason whispered. She blew on the spoon and gave him another bite. Noemi giggled, and he returned the favor by offering her a forkful of his seafood pasta. She accepted, and they both laughed.

They ate and talked for what felt like hours, and near the close of their meal, Jason finished his second glass of wine. He took a sip of water, grabbed his bouquet, and offered to walk her home because he wasn't ready to go to the hotel alone. Noemi held his hand as they left the restaurant, and she led him to her villa. When they arrived, they lingered, still talking as if neither one wanted to say goodbye. “Would you like to stay for breakfast?”

“Is this an invitation to spend the night?” Jason questioned. She rolled her eyes and took hold of his shirt as she led him into her home, but they didn’t make love. No. They fell asleep on a sectional in her living room while the tv played softly in the background. It was the best night of sleep he'd had in years. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. To Jason, Noemi was springtime.

[olivianyx]

https://www.tumblr.com/olivianyx/745166766023557120/please-help-me-how-can-i-change-my-life-if-i

hi, I’m the girl who wrote, I just saw that you answered me since I don’t use Tumblr and don’t know much about it. 😅

1. Is emptiness real, because some channels say that emptiness is supposedly us, and it does not have the power to manifest all our desires after we leave it?

2. I have such a desire that the man who lives with my mother, stepfather, so to speak, would simply disappear after I made a wish in the void and after the night I woke up and went to my mother and asked where he was and she said like who He? And how does it work because as soon as I enter the void, they won’t be able to forget about my stepfather while I’m in the void. Is this real or not? I am where he will be, where he will disappear, and even acquaintances and in general all the people who were acquaintances with my mother and stepfather, so that they, too, somehow do not remember that mother and stepfather were together. Well, this is most likely a revision?

3. Or I can reconsider my 2022 year because I then moved to Italy and I didn’t really know Italian then and the teachers left me to teach this year again. It’s as if my brother and I were born on the same day and it’s as if we should be together this year for the 2nd year of study, but I’m the first one left. But I have one more month left in my plans to finish this year, and if I manage to get into the void, then I’ll just reconsider that in September I will be in the 3rd year of study, but in a different school or distance learning format. 4. And to change my appearance, but for people to remember me with the desired appearance, this is possible, since I simply enter the void and not them, how can I erase their memory, or at least change the grades on the school website, it’s as if the teachers gave such assessments and they know about them

Heyy! Sorry for the late response 😭

1. Yes, emptiness is real (I'd say this as the void state) as we are our true selves in that state. It's not actually a state but our true form. And there's nothing like we can't manifest our desires after coming out of the state. We manifest all the time, so don't put that on the pedestal that it's a magical state where all your dreams come true. But I'd agree that it's instant cus there's nothing opposing you in that state.

2. Okay honestly this question's is a bit silly tho 😭 actually when you enter into the void, you return to your original form, THE CREATOR. So when that happens, you can do whatever you want. Since you want your step dad to disappear, you affirm that in the void. When you do that and come out, there's an instant shift in the reality. So you'll wake up in the reality where your step dad doesn't exist. So please understand that you don't have to worry about your memories of your stepdad, you can choose to erase his existence in your memory too. Idk why this void is so over complicated tho 😭😭😭 people literally ask the dumbest questions without research (actually if your new to the void state stuffs, then pardon me 😭) well if your step dad doesn't exist in your reality, then no one would know about him. So don't worry about it. And yes, it's basically like a revision.

3. Yes, you can do that if you want to.

4. Yes, you can do that too.

Sorry for the late response once again. I'm just too lazy to answer you asks 😭

[amberjazmyn]

la vita è bella 🫶🥹

pairing : lando norris x fem!reader

summary : pretty much just some mini headcanons of reactions to a handful of sad movies that lando (+a driver or two) watches that make him cry with you (the reader) as his wife.

warnings : sad movies, crying, emotional lando, trauma in the form of very sad movies and some spoilers of some movies

a/n : i made this primarily into a lando one-shot because i just feel like lando is the type of person that does cry watching movies but won't openly admit it in like an interview with f1 or whatever. so, i feel like these are just a handful of movies that could potentially in my mind have made him cry. i have also included one or two other f1 drivers in this but it's mainly just lando and reader. 

la vita è bella (life is beautiful)

- this is a movie that would maybe catch lando's eye for the reason that it's an italian movie with the title directly translating to life is beautiful not realising that it's about the holocaust

- also, carlos was over visiting for the tradition of the norris movie night and lando did not initially choose to watch this movie, you (his wife) and carlos chose it because you had both seen it before and thought it was a good movie to show to lando 

- however, as soon as the three of you, lando mostly, see the first scene that indicates where the vibe of the movie is going, lando instantly regrets his life choices of allowing you and carlos to choose this movie

- because, when i (the author) tell you, this movie is traumatic, no matter how old you are watching it, it's traumatic

- i (the author, again) personally, first watched it when i was fourteen and in year nine of high school when i studied italian for languages and it traumatised me (and maybe the whole classroom) to the point where i haven't watched it since, go figure

- so, obviously, lando would also regret his choice of agreeing with you and carlos to watch this movie instead of a happier, more comedic one

- and, whilst watching the said sad movie, lando would be very cuddly and affectionate, especially if he's had a couple of adult beverages iykwim

- and, maybe, he'd try to distract himself from the movie by being so cuddly and touchy 

- but, however, once he realises he won't be able to get away with the not crying part, he just gives up

- he gives up because he knew he couldn't fight away the tears and he completely loses it

- lando was a complete wreck and he gave up on trying to hide it as you handed him the tissue box as he sobbed out a laugh as he took one out

- there was a moment in which you and carlos looked at each other worriedly and wanted to turn the movie off now that it had upset lando so much but, he refused to let either of you turn the movie off

- whilst it made you and carlos somewhat smile, it also did worry you that he wanted to keep on watching because it hadn't even gotten to the full hour of the hour and fifty-six minute movie just yet

- however, he refused to turn the movie off so, you nodded your head and slid yourself back onto the couch as you continued to watch the movie

- yeah, lando was grateful that you had given him the box of kleenex when you did because he was going to need it for the rest of the movie and a while afterwards as well 

- when the movie finished, lando was so glad it was over yet, he still had positive things to say about it, despite the fact it absolutely wrecked him emotionally

- "wait, was i the only one that cried?" 

- "yeah, sorry lando! i've watched this too many times for it to make me cry and, the only other movie that has made me cry is i am legend so, i'm glad we didn't choose that movie! 

- lando smiled and giggled at his wife and best friend

five feet apart

- five feet apart was a movie that lando had picked for one movie night and this time, he knew the overview of the movie and was ultimately prepared that it was a sad movie

- however, whilst he thought he was as prepared as he could be in regard to this movie in particular, he still should not have been that confident 

- because, just like life is beautiful, five feet apart also made lando cry

- whilst it didn't make lando cry as much as the italian holocaust film did, it still did get a reaction for the english formula 1 driver

- whilst he couldn't relate to living in and out of hospitals and always having to be monitored and not allowed right next to someone, he could sympathise because cancer was something that could impact anyone 

- and because lando was an empath, the movie still made him emotional even though he couldn't fully relate to it

- and even though five feet apart was not about cancer but cystic fibrosis it was still well known the heartbreak that an illness like cystic fibrosis can bring to a family like cancer does 

- this movie also seemed to make lando a lot more thankful and grateful that he was born healthy and hadn't developed any illnesses 

- it also made you very thankful that you were healthy and weren't spending every day in a hospital

- of course, you made sure to comfort your husband, i mean, you weren't going to just watch him cry and not do anything to comfort him

- lando appreciated the comfort you were giving him as he managed a smile which made you smile as well 

- "why is this so sad?"

- he'd sniffle as he giggled at himself for crying at another sad movie as he wiped away a tear from his cheek

- "i don't know my darling, maybe because, for some people, this is real life for them?" 

- was the best answer you could give your husband as you hugged him as tight as you could, he nodded his head in agreement 

- for the rest of five feet apart, you two stayed cuddled together on the couch as the movie continued

- once the movie ended, a loud exhale exited both lando and you as the both of you laughed at each other as you fell asleep considering how late in the night the movie had gone for

marley and me

- okay, to be fair, this choice was not his at all, this was by all means your choice

- why lando asks, well, it was because of a recent interview alongside his ferrari teammate carlos asking if he's cried in a movie

- at first, lando wanted to lie but by the look on his face, it was clear that carlos was going to take his lie as the truth so carlos forced lando to tell the truth

- and he did, lando changed his answer and said that he had indeed, more than once but that the most recent one was marley & me when he was on a plane

- so, because of that, you wanted to test the theory and see if marley & me could still make your husband cry

- so, you did this for what reason other than wanting to test a theory from an interview question?

- and with you knowing that lando had also had a couple of adult beverages as well earlier in the day that he was now fully sober from? 

- yeah, that was totally the entire reason for you wanting to make you and your husband watch marley & me after getting sober from a couple of drinkies 

- however, let's just say that whilst the theory was correct and lando was crying, he wasn't the only one who was crying 

- you were also sporting the odd tear or two down your cheeks as you watched the way your husband curled on himself with your guys' dog as he silently cried

- without a sound, you moved from your spot and crawled across the couch to comfort lando as best as you could

- you and lando's dog, pascal, had noticed that her dad was uspet and alongside their mum, tried to comfort lando by cuddling him and licking away his tears which made him giggle a little

- which, whilst it made him laugh, didn't do anything to help comfort him and only made him cry more

- because it had now come to the moment after marley's death and lando hated it so much

- hiding his eyes away, lando couldn't have it within himself to watch the rest of the movie not -because of their little puppy, pascal

- so, yeah, i don't think after an experience like that would make lando watch a sad dog movie again (especially after mentioning it in an interview)

inside out

- ok, don't laugh but, i (the author) feel like this movie would absolutely destroy lando

- because it's a disney pixar movie and they are just cutthroat and don't care if they make you cry, no matter what! 

- yes, it devastated the very emotional lando, what else was it going to do? make him emotionless? i think not

- and, the moment he started to cry wasn't even the most emotional moment of the movie

- yet, it was just the fact that the movie was about the different core emotions of a little girl that made him emotional?

- i mean, he first started crying when goofball island crumbled and got destroyed

- and that wasn't even the saddest moment of the entire movie, you thought personally

- but, the worst moment that really broke lando was obvious and i only need to say three words

- bing

- bong's

- death!

- i mean, come on! 

- what did my precious bing bong do to deserve that? he didn't deserve to die or feel the need to sacrifice himself! he deserved to live! 

- well, that's what lando's heartbreak was over during this sad movie, the fact that he didn't think that inside out would have a character death that sad and ruthless

- i mean, theoretically, bing bong was from riley's imagination but, that doesn't make his death any less painful, okay?!

- his. death. hurt. alright?!

- yeah, this would have taken lando a few good weeks to recover from and maybe a movie he'd only watch a select amount of times

- lando's way too special and precious for this world, can we have more lando's, please? 

- actually, i (the author) just need my own versions of all my favourite f1 drivers, please and thank you! 

the theory of everything

- ok, for sure, lando would cry over this movie, the theory of everything

- like, i seriously think he'd be weeping over this movie because of how tragic and real this is

- i mean, y'all know that this is about the true story of stephen hawking and his life and courtship with his ex-wife and the story of his life with motor neuron disease, right? 

- so, whenever a movie is made about someone's life, then it typically could get very sad and emotional

- so, it would totally shock lando to the absolute core at how gut-wrenching this movie is

- and it would totally rip his heart into tiny pieces, forcing you to really comfort him afterwards

- and, you couldn't blame him because, the first time you saw this movie, you were just as much of a wrecked-up mess

- however, due to this being like, your fiftieth time watching the movie, you had become so desensitized to the movie that it just no longer affected you to the point of tears like it used to

- so, seeing you, his wife not cry over this movie whilst he is just bawling his eyes out would shock him due to the two very different reactions 

- "how are you not crying at this movie?!"

- you'd giggle at lando's voice as he squealed as he sobbed, you hugging lando tighter

- "i've seen this movie like fifty times lando, i don't think it can make me cry anymore!"

- you'd giggle as lando would pout, roll his eyes and groan as he tried to catch his breath and not choke on his tears

- this meant that he would have to watch this movie another fourty-nine times before it no longer makes him cry

- well, not sure lando would completely hate the idea but, he would hate the idea because he doesn't want to cry another fourty-nine times before it doesn't make him cry anymore

- this movie would also make lando fall silent and would have him so engaged that he'd just be staring at the tv with maybe a box of kleenex in his lap or next to him with his eyes fully glued to the tv

- like, genuinely lando would be so focused on this movie that he'd barely acknowledge the fact that he would be crying until he'd feel them on his cheeks

- and, due to the tears lando cried, he'd be so exhausted that by the time the credits roll around, he'd be fighting to keep his eyes open

- which would then lead you to whisper to him letting him know that he's allowed to fall asleep as it was just the credits playing

- "it's okay lando, you can go to sleep love, it's just the credits that are playing now," 

- hearing you tell him he could sleep would make him smile a cute lopsided smile as he finally closes his eyes and lets sleep takeover him 

clouds

- okay, to be fair, lando would totally make you both watch this movie (alongside charles) purely for the fact he stupidly thought it was about clouds due to the title

- oh, and boy, the realisation that this movie is not about clouds would come pretty quickly

- like, this movie is the furthest thing from being about clouds

- so, when lando realises that this movie is about a real-life story, about a real young man suffering from cancer, it's pretty obvious that he'd instantly start crying (as would charles)

- and, his predictions were correct about he and charles crying within minutes

- both lando and charles were bawling not even twelve minutes into the movie both absolutely inconsolable

- and, honestly, it was understandable for them both because they both knew what it was like and what the disease put the whole leclerc family through when charles' dad suffered from the disease

- lando, once again, because he's an empath, could feel charles emotions so understandably, lando was also hysterical whilst watching clouds

- like, to the point where he wasn't able to catch his breath properly because he'd be crying so much

- however, you, charles and lando continued watching the movie but thankfully, because you were sat in the middle of lando and charles, you could keep an eye on them both to make sure they were okay

- it was most likely during the halfway point of this movie that lando and charles would regret watching it when it was extremely early in the morning when they both still delirious and hormonal? wait, do men get hormonal? 

- yet, both lando and charles stuck with it and they got through the entire movie

- except, by the end of the movie, both of their faces were red, puffy, hot and covered in tears

- but, instead of either of them regretting watching the movie in itself, they'd regret the time in which they decided to watch it because they would probably have made the stupid decision to watch it before a media day before a grand prix for some odd reason

- i (the author) feel like both lando and charles would love this movie, despite how gut-wrenching it was and that it "opened his mind" in regards to lando 

- and made him, once again, like five feet apart, be a lot more grateful and thankful even though it did remind him a lot of when charles' dad was sick with cancer

- it reminded him how thankful he himself was to be healthy and able to live the life he was living without the constant fear of if he was going to die during an f1 race

- charles grateful for the same things since he was personally affected when movies had the trope of a cancer story in it

fin

i know, quite the interesting one-shot but i have written it before so i decided to do it again for lando with some special guests carlos sainz jr and charles leclerc. and yes, i added in some of my own commentary in the brackets so sorry if that was a little confusing. but, that's why i also originally rewrote it because my very first version when i first wrote this one-shot was so confusing because i didn't make it aware when it was my own commentary outside of the one-shot versus when it wasn't. 

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FALLING FOR YOUR SMILE AND EYES

EPISODE 6. BYOB

author’s note: Please enjoy episode 6. Thank you guys so much for 13 followers. I appreciate every single one of you guys<3 Also this is where Falling for your Smile and Eyes doesnt follow the timeline in xo kitty. It also have some of the same stuff as “THE EVENTFUL NIGHT!”

Bold: Korean

Italics: Over the phone.

Both: Korean and over the phone.

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“Gosh, Min ho. Cant you at least put a shirt on when I’m eating.” I say.

“Hey, it’s not my fault, you can’t handle this.” He says misting his face.

“You’re right, I cant handle.” I say.

“I’m right?”

As I put the mist thing down, i go to his ear and whisper “You’re to bloody hot.”

A few seconds, i jump into this lap, arms around his neck.

“Oh my gosh.” Min ho said.

I put my finger on my shut him up.

We were about to kiss, when..

“AHH.” Min ho screamed.

TIME SKIP

“Alex,Wait!” Kitty said.

I guess she told him about him being our half-brother.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“I was worried that something bad might have happened since the text silence.”

“ No, yeah It’s all good. Just had a lot going on, you know?“ He said.

“Iguana’s run loose in the Italians’ room. and I’m afraid it’s gonna get turner into a belt if ai don’t find them soon.”

“Plus a lot of midterm prep. Hope you guys have been studying.”

“We have.” I said.

“But, we’re also been busy trying to figure out what my mom saw in Korean Snape.” Kitty said.

“Kitty, you really need to focus on studying.” He says.

“ And Professor Snape was good at the end.”

“Right.” Kitty said.

“But what if we go talk to him, right?”

“Get to know him, and figure him out.”

“Not, now” He said.

“Why? His house is literally right here. We can go together.” Kitty said.

“It’s the whole reason you came here to teach.”

“ I came here to learn about him, to get to know him, to see if I want a relationship with him. I love my dad. The dad who raised me. I don’t need to rush into this.” He said.

“ I get it.” Kitty said.

“But, I know some people that you’ll definitely wanna have a relationship with.”

“My sisters, Our sisters, I was thinking we could FaceTime them.”

“Margot might be frosty at first, but when she-.”

“Kitty, we just can’t upend everyone’s lives.” Professor Finnerty said.

“What if we’re wrong?”

“Well, what if we’re right?” Kitty said.

“Then we’ll be enhancing everyone’s lives.”

“Stop, I know you’re just trying to help, but not everyone’s on your timetable.” He said.

“I have test to organize, and you guys have tests to study for.”

TIME SKIP

“I just wanted to talk with him. and then he said that not everybody is on my timetable.” Kitty said venting.

“So now I’m wondering about professor lee and-.”

“How about instead of fixating on all this Alex drama, we concentrate on what you guys are wearing to Min ho’s madness party?” Q asked.

“I’m not going.” I said.

“I have no reason to go.”

“Same.” Kitty said.

“Why you guys? It’s the event of the year.” Q said.

“Because Dae and Yuri will probably be there.” Kitty said.

“And, I just wanna avoid Min ho.” I said.

“Ever since Chuseok happened. I think I’ve crush on him. No, it was when I met him to welcome party.”

“Andrea, ANDREA!” Q said.

“Huh? Was I zoning out?” I asked.

“Yea. anyway Yuri is will be there. She’s Djing”

“Dae never goes to these things, so you don’t have to worry.”

“I’m not worried. I don’t care to spend time with somebody how can’t even acknowledge a meaningful gesture.” Kitty said.

“Here we go.” Q and I said.

I always hated the fact that Kitty was always venting, but I never got to.

I just always hated how I was in the shadow of her.

I mean, she always had dad’s attention. And Margot, and Lara Jean’s.

I just, wished I was i the spotlight for once.

“He didn’t even say thank you for the necklace.” Kitty said.

“Not even an emoji.”

“The necklace was our mom’s. I gave it to Dae when his mom died.”

“Okay, while so I would love to sit here and talk about this again, I think I would rather shove a pair of scissors in my ears.” Q said.

“I mean this whole week, we’ve been hearing is, Dae, necklace, Yuri, Alex, necklace, Alex, Yuri, Dae, necklace. I said.

“You’re like a robot that’s malfunctioning, stuck on a loop.”

“And you came here to have new experiences and live your life.”’Q said.

“You know what Min ho’s Madness Party is?”

“A new experience.”

“Ugh, Gosh. I can’t believe I was just about to stay in on a Friday night, pouting about a boy.” Kitty said.

“Well, you can do that. I need to study.” I say.

“Come on Andrea, I’ll give you twenty bucks.” Q says showing me a 20 dollar bill.

“Deal.” I said as he gave me it.

TIME SKIP: THE PARTY.

MIN HO’s POV.

I saw this girl walk in with a black, off the shoulder, mesh dress.

I mean I to say she looked really good.

“Who are you?” I thought.

When Kitty and Q came up to talk to her and she turned around.

ANDREA?

“No!” I said.

“No, no, no. Oh, my eyes! It’s like looking directly into the sun.”

ANDREA’s POV

“Hey you look at Drea, looking good.” Q said.

“You look so good.” Kitty said.

“Thanks, I actually made it myself!” I said.

“You’re a clothes and maybe a fashion designer?” Q asked.

“Yea! It’s what I do when I’m not studying, or doing my other hobbies.” I said.

“But anyway. Let-the-party-that-already- started get started!” I say as I maintain eye contact with MIN HO?

Why was he looking me?

“I told you, everyone is gonna lose their mind.” Q said.

“Yea, but I think they were looking at Kitty.” I say.

“Yea,totally.” Kitty said.

“Whatever.”’I say.

“Dae’s here.” Kitty said.

As we got mocktails, which sadly had no alcohol. But luckily Florian’s French.

“To new experiences!” I say.

“Let’s do this!” I say.

“Oh, Ah-ri!” Eunice coming up to me.

“Ah-ri?” They said.

“Yea! It’s a nickname Min ho came up with when I was talking with him one time.”

“There’s is someone I want you to meet. Meet Geon.” Eunice said.

“Hi! I’m Ah-ri or. Andrea!”

“Hi, I’m Geon.” He said.

“Here, let’s go get something to drink.”

“All right.”

We started talking, laughing at some jokes made, but then it started to go back.

“You know, sometimes I can’t believe Kitty is your sister, I mean I think she had the bad genes from your parents.” He said.

“Excuse me?” I said.

“Why did you even say that? “Are you saying that I’m better because I’m prettier? So what? In my opinion it’s all about the inside, and the outside. Plus why would you say that to her twin sister?” I said leaving him.

I decided to walk around, dance here and there but then I saw it.

Min ho and Madison were making out.

I found Q and Florian.

“I’m so sorry I have homework I need to finish. I’ll be back when I done.” I say running out.

I’ve had enough Min ho and Kitty. I just can’t handle being or living with them.

“Hi! Is this Jenny Song?” I asked.

“Yes! Hi Andrea do you need something?”

“This is so random but, can I live with you?”

“What, i’m yea sure. What happened anyway.”

“It’s a lot to explain but I’ll send you my location.”

“Alright sounds good.”

“Thank you.”

As I packed up, I told the dorm receptionist thanks, and I left.

“Thank you for letting me live with you.” I say.

“No problem, so tell me what happened.”

I explained to her about Min ho and Kitty, how I like him and how I hate always living in her shadow

“ Anyway do you remember the offer you gave me?” I said.

“I would love to join your company”

As we made it to the house I was shocked.

“The third floor was for guest but it’s yours now. I also have a music room full of instruments, an ice skating rink, a dance room,-.”

And a lot more that I could comprehend. But most the things were on the third floor at least.”

“Thank you so much.” I say.

I checked my phone as I got a notification.

I am going to have a lot to explain next time I see Q.

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Baci di Luna (part 4)

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol/Reader

Summary:

Saying I love you was never easy.

Having to say it in a language that wasn't yours was not easy either.

Imagine the struggle of that, and now add it to loving someone whose family thinks you're a monster.

It can't be easy at all.

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of wounds.

Word count: +4.8k words.

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"Where are you going? Arianna asked, dropping herself on top of your bed. You send her a quick glance, finishing packing your bag. "I'm so annoiato."

 

"Why don't you go and ask Noah to play or something if you're so bored? You asked your sister. You took out two different jackets from your closet, trying to decide which would look better, the red or the black one.

 

"I already asked him; he told me he was going to be studying all day. Mom was mad because he couldn't remember how to say riordiner la mia stanza, so she sent him to study."

 

You chuckled, shaking your head at your brother's antics. You finally choose the red one, liking the way the color of the jacket pops up with the rest of your outfit.

 

"He said rider nella mia stanza instead; can you believe it? Arianna shook her head, a teasing grin on her face.

 

"Why are you smiling that big when last week you said per favore, passami il sole instead of per favore, passami il sale?"

 

"How was I supposed to know that sole meant sun and not salt? They sound the exact same!"

 

"No, they don't." You replied, raising your eyebrows.

 

Arianna quickly erased the smile on her face, her cheeks turning a subtle shade of red as she looked away, knowing that out of you three, you were the only one that actually could speak Italian.

 

"You didn't reply to my first question." Arianna remembered you again, behind tight teeth.

 

"I'm going on a walk; we have been here for some time now, but I barely know the town. The forest seems so pretty."

 

"Mom will kill you if you go there alone; she said people reported big creatures coming from there."

 

"Big creatures?" You asked cautiously, suddenly not so sure about the trip you were planning. "What types of creatures?"

 

"I don't know; they say there are these big creatures; that's all I know. Mom says it is the Lupo Mannaro."

 

You rolled your eyes, now slightly more relaxed. "Mom always says there's a Lupo Mannaro." Remember when we were young and refused to brush our teeth? She always said that the Lupo Mannaro would come and eat us.

 

"How to forget? I think I might have "Se non metti in ordine la tua stanza, il lupo mannaro potrebbe venire a trovarti!" tattooed on my brain."

 

You chuckled; that was probably one of the few phrases Arianna could say fluently.

 

"The only reason I want to have kids is to tell them to tidy their rooms, or else the werewolf would come and visit them as well. You know, passing the trauma to new generations." Arianna joked.

 

"But seriously," Arianna's expression turned serious, "I don't think you should go there alone. Lupo Mannaro or not, it can be really dangerous going into such a place. You never know what could be there. Or who could be there?

 

"I won't take long, I promise. But you can tag alone if it makes you feel less stressed." You invited her.

Arianna stood up with more excitement than she pretended, trying to act bored, but the sparkle in her eyes for going on an adventure with her big sister definitely gave it away.

 

You hid your smile behind a fake cough, knowing that Arianna hated to be put on the spot. It had been a while since the last time you both had some sister time, and you were not going to ruin it with just some giggles.

 

"Bring a jacket; it's cold outside." You told her before walking towards the kitchen, where your mom was preparing something to eat and your younger brother was sitting studying, just like Arianna had told you.

 

"Mamma, io e Arianna andiamo a fare un giro, a che ora si mangia?" You asked your mom; dinner and lunch time were a tradition, and there was no way any of you would get away with wandering outside and missing it.

 

"Tra un'ora." Your mom informed you, and it was perfect; you just needed an hour anyway. "No, Noah, non guardarla cos. Non te ne vai, non ti muovi da qui finché non sai dirmi una frase di più di cinque parole in italiano, capito?"

 

By the look on Noah's face, you could easily tell he had not a single clue about the instructions her mother had given him, and by the time you and Arianna would be back, the only five-word sentence he would be able to say in Italian would be "I am Noah Giovanni Bianchi Smith."

 

Noah's pleading eyes followed you until you moved all the way from the kitchen to the living room, and it honestly broke your heart. You would have taken him with you and Arianna, but the last thing you wanted was to get into a fight with your mom; she was really passionate when it came to Italian, and, if you were honest, you totally understood where she was coming from.

 

Both Arianna and Noah were at the same level as a five-year-old native speaker; the extra study time would do nothing but benefit him in learning a language.

 

"I'll bring you a pretty rock if I see one." You promised him that Noah had a big collection of rocks. They were all different, some more shiny than others.

 

This seemed to cheer him up, because he went back to his notebook with a small smile on his face.

 

"So from where do we start?" Arianna asked, and once you both were outside, you waited until you were far enough from the house to reply.

 

"We can walk past the Loco Thud's butcher shop. and go straight from there; I think the path is clear there, so we would avoid getting lost, not that we are going to." You rushed to add it after seeing the scared expression on Arianna's face. "But you know, just to make sure we get back home before dinner's ready."

 

Arianna nodded, walking right next to you, not wanting to fall behind your quick pace.

 

"I've never been here." Arianna mumbled, looking at the big trees that were forming a wall that divided the town from the wild.

 

"Me neither," you replied, but, unlike Arianna, the excitement could be heard in your voice.

 

"I think I have never seen so much green before; that leaf is the same size as my head!" Arianna quickly ran towards it to pick it up and show you. She was right; the leaf covered Arianna's face completely. She admired the leaf for a while before carefully putting it inside her pocket. It was not dry, so it stood there perfectly without breaking.

 

You both continued walking, enjoying the silence and, occasionally, the sounds of birds singing as they flew above the tall trees.

 

You liked the sound your shoes made whenever you walked over a dry leaf, crushing it as soon as your weight was on it.

 

You closed your eyes for a second, taking a deep breath and letting your lungs fill in with such pure air.

 

You could get used to this.

 

You could picture yourself having a small house in the forest.

 

You would never get sick of this view or of this feeling.

 

"Mom was talking about going back to Italy this summer for a week." Arianna broke the silence. "She said her aunt is not doing so well, so she wants to pay her a little visit. I think that's why she's so stressed out lately about Noah and me learning and practicing our Italian."

 

"That could be, yeah." You nodded, placing a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. "It is important for her; it's her native language."

 

"I know, I just don't get why she is so pressed about it; it's not like we need it here."

 

"She wants us to be able to understand her and speak to her in a language that she is completely able to express herself in. She is already far away from her home, and the last thing she wants is for her kids to not be able to understand her. Also, all of her side of the family only speaks Italian."

Arianna kept silent, the frown on her forehead still quite present. You called her, but she didn't hear you; she was too deep in her own thoughts.

 

You let her be, asking for a better look at the green view that was surrounding you both.

 

Arianna kept kicking a rock until you both started hearing something.

 

Water.

 

It wasn't really a surprise, since the closer you looked there, the darker the mud was and the greener the plants and trees were.

 

It was to be expected to have some sort of water source there.

 

So taking Arianna's arm with your hand, you rushed her to run towards that sound, coming face to face with a beautiful lake.

 

The water was running so far to the end of it that you could not see it from where you both were standing.

 

"Come, I promised Noah that we would get him a rock."

 

Noah has found multiple beautiful rocks on other lakes and rivers.

 

One of his favorites had been found on a beach your family had decided to go to for five minutes, just to get some quick help with the hot weather and keep on with your day.

 

It didn't seem too deep, at least not where you were looking, so, as carefully as possible, you dipped your hand, cringing at the freezing feeling.

Even when you lifted your jacket and your shirt to avoid getting them all wet, they all slid down your arm, getting them as wet as if you were swimming.

 

You started moving your hand without really looking, hoping to bump into a rock that would be magically the most beautiful rock you have ever seen.

 

But instead, you felt something sharp cutting the skin covering one of your fingers.

 

You shank your hand back from the surface, biting your lower lip to avoid cursing while inspecting it.

"Cazzo!" You cried, the swear scaping from between your lips when the blood started coming out of the wound.

Arianna's head snapped at the curse you had said, because from the limited list of Italian words she knew, fuck was one of them.

"Are you alright?" Arianna rushed to see with her own eyes what had happened, but your hold on your fist was stronger, you felt as if you let go of the presiom on your hand, the pain will come back.

Arianna's eyes opened even wider once she got a little glimpse of the red coming from in between your hands.

"Oh no!"

In Arianna's desperation to check on your finger wound and yours to keep Arianna from touching it, your younger sister's hands accidentally touched the open skin. Almost instinctively, you jerked backwards, trying to get away from whatever had caused the pain.

Luckily, Arianna's reflexes were quicker than yours, which saved you from falling backward into the icy water of the lake behind you.

 

"Are you out of your mind? Arianna asked somewhat angrily. "Watch where you're going! You could have fallen and hurt your head on whatever cut off your finger!"

"I'm fine. I'm fine." You mumbled between puffs of air to try to calm the erratic heart that kept pounding loudly against your chest. "Should I stick my finger in the lake?"

 

"I don't know." Arianna replied doubtfully. "Don't you think it might attract some aquatic animals?"

 

"Like what, a shark?" you joked, trying to wipe the very serious expression off Arianna's face.

 

She rolled her eyes. "Obviously not; I'm not stupid, but we don't know what kinds of creatures might be here." Arianna set about inspecting the depths of the lake closely. Occasionally, some fish no bigger than half the size of Arianna's pinky would swim happily by. "Besides, we don't know how clean this water might be. I think we'd better head home; it's getting late anyway."

 

"But we haven't been here more than twenty minutes!" you protested. "I promised Noah a rock; at least let me find some for him."

 

"Noah's just a kid; grab some leaves on the road, and he'll be just as happy as he is with a rock."

 

"It doesn't matter. The poor kid had to stay in to study all day. If a shiny rock makes him happy, then how bad is it to find him one? Come on, if I haven't dropped my finger so far, I won't drop it by spending another ten minutes here." You laughed. While it burned pretty badly, it was only a small cut. You doubted it would even leave a scar.

 

Arianna pointed her index finger in your face, looking at you seriously. For a few seconds, you could see her face transform into one similar to your mother's. You could finally see the similarities that so many people said they saw between Arianna and your mother.

 

"With the first rock you find, we leave. I don't care if it's a dull color or if it's too small. We're leaving. Got it?"

And so it was that for about five minutes you were crouched on the ground, looking for the first rock you could take with you back home.

 

Every time you found one you didn't like, you looked carefully at Arianna to make sure she wasn't paying attention to you before throwing it in the lake so you could spend more time looking for a better one.

 

"For God's sake." Arianna complained, putting her muddy hands on her knees so she could stand up. "How could there not be a single rock in the middle of a forest?" Arianna sighed in annoyance. "I'm going to look further," she said, pointing her finger at a tree that couldn't be more than five meters away. "Surely that's where there will be rocks."

You didn't answer her, but she walked away to the place she had indicated anyway.

 

You were too focused on trying to find something your little brother might like.

 

"Do you think Noah will like this tree stick— Oh my god!" Arianna cut herself off mid-sentence with a scream of terror escaping her throat as she had been rolling over to stand up. In a leap, she was at your side, gripping your arm so tightly that you yourself had to omit a cry of pain to understand what was really happening.

 

Your eyes quickly found the figure of a tall, muscular person approaching you through the trees, with both hands raised in the air as a sign that he was not coming to cause any crime and a confused look on his face.

 

You felt the tension drain from your shoulders as Seungcheol finally stepped out from behind the wall of trees.

 

"Oh my god, you almost gave me a heart attack." You sighed in relief, bringing the hand with the cut on your finger to your heart. The fabric of your jacket brushed against the wound, and this caused a bit of discomfort. Your face transforms from a relieved smile to a momentary expression of pain.

Seungcheol's eyes quickly widened in a comically large way. It hadn't been until that instant that you realized how round they were. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice sounding quite concerned. Taking large strides, he reached your side in a matter of seconds, and his warm hands were taking yours, drawing the injured finger up until it was close to his face and inspecting it well. "How did you do this to yourself?"

 

You shook your head in response, trying to wipe away the worried expression on Seungcheol's face and bring some sense to your thoughts that were making your cheeks flush at the attention received. "I was looking for a rock in the lake for my brother. It was a silly thing to do. Really."

You smiled at him.

 

His eyes were watching your face carefully, trying to look for any sign that you were in any kind of pain.

 

His eyes sparkled with the smile you sent him, and his lips quickly returned the gesture.

 

His thick fingers began to massage the area carefully, trying to help the pain go away.

 

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked.

 

"I don't know if I'm well enough to get the cornettos ready for tomorrow morning." You sighed, feigning sadness. You knew Seungcheol was going to be first thing in the morning on the other side of your family's bakery, ready to buy his daily amount of cornettos. He had been doing it for weeks already. "But I'll survive." You finished joking.

 

"Don't worry, she's always this dumb, actually." Your sister added that, besides you, she has taken quite a few steps back when Seungcheol approached you and had been quiet until that second, making you almost forget she was there.

 

Your cheeks turned red once she spoke, and you didn't have it in yourself to look at her in the eyes because you just knew she would have that teasing, knowing it all look on her face.

"I'm Arianna." Your sister introduced herself, taking a few small steps forward and confidently extending her hand. "The younger sister of (y/n)."

 

Seungcheol chuckled at Arianna's attitude, accepting her hand between his. "I'm Seungcheol; nice to meet you."

 

"Ah yes, the person in charge of keeping the family business running—the pleasure is all mine." Your sister smiled, pleased with herself, when she noticed the slight blush on Seungcheol's face.

 

"What were you doing in the forest?" You decided to ask, moving on from the awkward questions. Seungcheol seemed to be mentally grateful because his back was once again proudly erect.

 

"I was on my way home until I thought I heard voices here and noises in the lake."

 

"Noises in the— (y/n)! That's why we weren't finding any rocks, isn't it?" Your sister asked madly, her eyes fiercely piercing into yours.

You ducked closer to Seungcheol unconsciously, trying to hide from Arianna. She could be so scary when she was mad.

 

"I probably heard wrong." Seungcheol took it back.

"Nah-uh, surely you didn't. I've known my sister since I was born." Arianna shook her head, her eyes never leaving your figure. It was clear she was somewhat annoyed.

 

"We should have your finger looked at; it could be dangerous if left unattended. One of my brothers got infected with a special kind of rock and almost ended up poisoned."

 

This clearly put you in a state of alert, and concern quickly ran to your face, ridding it of any trace of color.

 

"But if you just had it cut off, we can probably treat it in time." Seungcheol assured you, trying to calm you down. His hands traveled to the light jacket he was carrying over his shoulders, taking it and placing it over yours, trying to get the fabric to cover, especially the parts of your wet jacket.

"My home is nearby." Seungcheol commented. "One of my brothers knows how to heal and what plants to use for injuries."

"It's already getting late, we should head home." Arianna said to you, sending you a particular look.

"I'll just be five minutes, I'll walk you both home after I finish examining that finger." Seungcheol promised. "I just want to make sure it's nothing dangerous." Seungcheol said to both of them, his eyes didn't take off from your injured finger, there were still some traces of dried blood.

"How far is it to your house?" You asked.

"It's that way." Seungcheol pointed to the right, "It's about five minutes from here."

"Five minutes?" You ask, glancing at Arianna to see if she agreed.

"If Mom gets mad at us for being late for dinner, it's your fault." She replied with a shrug, following Seungcheol from behind.

"So do you have many siblings?" You asked Seungcheol, who was walking slowly beside you. Not hurrying.

"Twelve." He answered calmly.

"What?" you asked, not wanting to sound like you were judging him, but your tone of voice came something like that out of your mouth.

What worried you most was that you were walking in the middle of the woods to a house with twelve other men.

Seungcheol laughed at your reaction.

"We are not biological brothers, we don't share blood. But we've all been living together for a very long time, they're like my brothers." He clarified.

"How big does your house have to be to be able to live with twelve other people without constantly fighting?"

"Well, usually it's not all twelve of us in the house every day. Now three of them are on a trip, they went to a nearby town. And two others went to spend the weekend with their families." He explained. "Anyway, there is always something new to fix or do in the house, so we keep busy. I'm sorry for any mess there may be, Mingyu.... He's the one who's usually in charge of keeping the house clean, he hasn't been feeling too well lately."

"Is he sick?"

"Something like that." Seungcheol muttered, scratching the back of his neck.

"He's not the one who got hurt by something in the lake... Is he?" you asked worriedly.

"Oh, no!" Seungcheol laughed, "that was Minghao. He didn't speak Korean well back then, so it was hard for him to understand what we were trying to warn him about."

Seungcheol had been right because in a matter of five minutes you were standing in front of a large wooden house.

It was about three stories as far as you could see and from the outside there was a large staircase leading up to the roof.

The steps, also made of wood, led up to the front door of the house. There were two outside seats, which looked really comfortable, outside by the door. Both were being occupied by two young men.

"Hello!" one of them greeted energetically, standing up and approaching you and your sister quickly. "You are (y/n), aren't you?" he asked staring at you.

The assurance in his voice made you take a step back, bumping into the chest of Seungcheol, who was standing behind you. You were feeling a bit wary.

"Soonyoung." Seungcheol warned behind you. "You're scaring her."

"Sorry." He replied with a smile. "It's just that Seungcheol tells us a lot about you. And about your delicacies."

Your cheeks quickly warmed, and you could hear Arianna giggling beside you.

The words Jeonghan had mentioned that time he had gone to the bakery suddenly came back to your mind.

"Stop it." A guy with an American accent that automatically made you feel more relaxed. "Hello, my name's Joshua."

"My name's (y/n); nice to meet you. You both." You quickly added, remembering that you had not introduced the Soonyoung guy properly either.

Now that you could finally go back to English, you felt a little bit more comfortable. While you would understand Korean and speak it comfortably, there wasn't anything like speaking your native language.

"Joshua." The guy introduced himself, and Arianna made sure to do the same. "Are you both staying in for dinner?"

"No," you quickly replied, "Seungcheol said someone could take a look at my finger. K was at the lake and accidentally cut it."

"Oh, let's go inside so I can take a better look. Joshua nodded, opening the door.

 

You followed him inside, sending Arianna a look that said, "Don't touch anything and stay close."

 

Inside the house, there was a smell of vegetables being cooked and some meat as well, which made your mouth water with saliva.

 

There was an orangish light inside that made the place look warmer and homey.

 

You saw some heads turned from behind a sofa, some waving their hands at you and Arianna, and others walking toward Seungcheol and greeting you both.

 

It felt weird because, even though Arianna was just there as well, you could feel almost all of their eyes on you as you kept moving.

 

"I don't know where Wonwoo left the mirror I usually use. Joshua mumbled and looked at Seungcheol. "He's not coming home tonight, is he?"

 

"No, I think his brother needed him to help him with something; he should be back tomorrow."

 

"It's alright; we will manage." He said this, looking at you and smiling calmly. "That's quite a nasty cut, isn't it?"

 

"Yeah," you chuckled, "it burns when I touch it."

 

Joshua hummed, nodded, and went back to his room to search for something. Your eyes wandered through the rest of the house, and you could hear some loud noises coming from downstairs that made you jump.

 

"Sorry, some of the kids are playing a little bit too hard." Seungcheol apologized, walking towards one of the walls and knowing it softly. You didn't really hear it, but almost as if it had been a rehearsal before, the noises stopped.

 

"Look who's here." A voice that you knew spoke behind you. Your head turned to see Jeonghan's back relaxing against the doorframe. A teasing smile adorned his face. "The start of the house is finally visiting. Is this a new service of the bakery? That's so nice of you guys to give back a visit to your most dedicated customer."

Arianna seemed to really enjoy Jeonghan's humor; she was laughing loudly, crossing her arms over her chest, waiting for more to come.

"Hi Jeonghan." You greeted him.

"Hello, (y/n)," he replied happily, a smile decorating his face. "Are you staying for dinner? We made extra."

"We would love to, but our mom would disown us if we missed dinner at home without telling her in advance."

Jeonghan laughed, saying, "Oh, my mom's the same. At least bring some home. I'll prepare it while you're here, he said, turning to Arianna. "Why don't you help me, kid?"

And now it was your turn to laugh because of Arianna's expression.

She hated it when people called her a kid.

She always said she was a grown teenager already.

"Sorry about that too," Seungcheol sighed, closing his eyes and massaging them with his fingers. "Jeonghan's a pain in the ass sometimes; just ignore him and everything he says or does."

You chuckled, "It's alright. I like him, actually. You reassured him.

Seungcheol frowned. "You like him? He asked. "Like, you like like him or...?"

"Oh no," you said, shaking your head once it finally hit you how it had come out of your mouth. "I mean, I like him because he's nice, not like that. Sorry, my Korean can be a little bit too..."

"It's perfect." Seungcheol rushed to reassure you.

Joshua quickly came back with something that smelled awful.

It was green, and it felt weird on your skin.

"This will help with the burning feeling, and it will avoid getting it infected or causing inflammation. Leave it all night, and tomorrow wash it off, alright? If it still burns, please come back so I can take another look, but it should be fine."

"Thank you!" You sighed happily; it did feel better than the burning from before. But now you had to make sure you made up a good excuse for it before you went back home. Your father would not be happy if he found out you went to the middle of the forest, followed a man to his house, which was full of other dudes inside, and then let one of them treat your wounds.

 

Arianna practically ran towards you once she saw you coming out of the room with an annoyed expression and mouthing something under her breath. She was carrying a big container with food in her hands.

 

Soonyoung sent you a wink on your way out of the house, and Jeonghan told you to enjoy the food.

 

By the moment the door was closed behind Seungcheol and you were back outside, with the muffled noises from the house becoming less and less audible as your legs took you back home, you felt like it had been days since you left your house less than an hour ago.

 

Seungcheol did walk you both until he could see your house, and he made sure that you both reached it safely.

 

"It was nice meeting you, Arianna," he said, smiling at her before Arianna went inside. His eyes moved back toward yours. "I'm sorry for all the mess at home; some of it can be a little bit too much sometimes."

 

"It's alright; I really had a nice time there." You reassured him.

 

"I was wondering if maybe next time we could spend some time together outside the bakery." He chuckled nervously, his eyes moving to the ground and his feet tapping up and down the grass.

 

"Sure, Noah would love to go to the lake next time." You smiled at him.

 

"That would be lovely, yeah. But I was wondering if it could be just us, together."

 

"Oh." You replied surprised. "I would love to. I need to make friends."

[milky-rozen]

Do you remember the infamous episode of Set trying to seduce Horus in the Kahun Papyri with this splendid pick-up line: "How beautiful thy buttocks"?

Alright so, there was this dude who was desperately trying to convince me that there is absolutely, not in the slightest, any pickup line in there that could suggest a very bad attempt at flirting from Set's side.

But that isn't even the problem because like, clear homophobia aside, when he asked me for the source and I gave him the Latin translation of said line (I'm sorry dear egyptologist friends, I couldn't give him the hieroglyphics bc the whole convo was on Insta and I couldn't upload any screenshot of the original sentence) he tried to translate this same sentence from the Latin "Bis Pulchrae sunt nates tuae" as "How beautiful thy children".

Now.

I didn't want to start any argument with this dude bc I know what he was trying to do there, but boy didn't know that I like studied Latin for 5 years in school, and I happen to speak Italian as my first language which is one of the Romance languages that evolved from damn Latin, and I know how wrong this translation is and how nonsensical it sounds within the given context. But let me explain:

The word "Nates/Natis" which he mistranslated as "Children" is the Accusative form of "Natis", which is the Latin for, yep you guessed it, "buttocks". This word later evolved into Italian "Natiche", so it didn't take me long before I could recognize that word. But the dude mistook that for the Dative/Ablative case of "Natus", which means "Newborn".

Now, not only this sentence he suggested doesn't make any sense grammatically, bc if he truly mistook that for a Dative/Ablative case (which I don't think it's the case bc dude probably just used Google Translate or something), the translation would literally turned into "How beautiful with your children yours (?)" (Ablative case) or "How beautiful to your children (?)" (Dative case). But also, it doesn't make any dang sense within the context in which said sentence was said.

Like, imagine you wanted to humiliate your archnemesis by seducing him to go to sleep with you so you could tell everyone that you topped him so well last night you deserve to top the entire nation (?), so you gotta start flirting with him somehow, you know like, setting the mood for the night, and then you flatter him by saying "How beautiful your children."

After having heard such a thing, if I were the archenemy, I would probably just call the police in a heartbeat. But the funniest thing is that there is no damn mention of Horus' children in the Contendings, as he is clearly still very young here, so like-- you can't even use mythology to excuse your bad translation here!

In the end, as he told me he was confident that his translation was the correct one, I told him that no matter how confident he can be, if Egyptologists are still debating over this small sentence, there's no way he could make such a claim (especially considering that he isn't one). But also, ngl, I had to double check the translation with my old dusty Latin books bc it's been literally a decade since I translated something from this language, and I'm sure I might have missed something as well. But, most importantly, I can't read hieroglyphs, so I can't even be sure if the Latin translation is reliable. Thus, I couldn't destroy this dude's theory out of intellectual honesty and now I'm wiping my tears with lettuce leaves 🥬😭

Anyways, here, have this old video I couldn't show the dude due to Instagram stupid chat where the UCL Petrie Museum proudly showcases this beautiful pick-up line for Pride Month:

[rudnitskaia]

Sorry i got so excited to ask questions i forgot to specify but maybe a drabble for 3, 6 and 19. And a drawing for 18. But if you feel specifically inspirred to do something different im not complaining. Love these goobers so any kind of romaunce content is a win for me😁

Hey-hey, Edd! 💖 Tysm for the ask, I'll cover all the numbers, I promise! ✨😭✨ These are very interesting topics for me, so count it as part 1/?. :3 I'll tag your main and your new @acesandocs acc so you won't miss it. <3

I hope you meant numbers from that list, but if you meant the other - DM me, please.

I'll start with the number 19, "Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?"

And I came up with two ideas, so I post the two-parts answer in a row. Because I headcanon that it's Freckle who was the first one to suspect his cousin develops feelings for a certain Italian waitress, but technically the one who got the confirmed information about Rocky's and Mau's relationship would've been Augusto. So I did both.

First story will be from the Freckle's side. I once started to do a comic from it, but gave it up. So now behold this ancient scenario in a ficlet. :D

The Right Moment

“And what a pizza they have!”

“Pizza?”

“Yeah, sugary pizza!”

“Is this... thing really worth it?” Calvin sighed, deciding not to clarify what that ridiculous phrase meant.

“Oh, true ambrosia. You'll be flabbergasted!” Rocky exclaimed, keeping up his pace. Calvin felt that he had been trying to catch up with his cousin through the streets of St. Louis for about an hour, and he feared that he was going to spend just as long on the heat as he already had, but fortunately Rocky finally turned around the corner and confidently swung open the blue door of the little eatery. Calvin followed him inside and found Rocky waiting at the counter, but finding no one at it, he sat down at the table that was nearest to the entrance, placed his fedora against the wall, and drummed his fingers impatiently on the countertop. Calvin sat down across the table and studied the details of the unassuming establishment. Since when had Rocky developed such a fondness for Italian cuisine…?

“Why, if it isn't Mister Rickaby himself!” A lively woman's voice with a quavering “r” sounded over Calvin's ear.

“Miss Maura,” Rocky grinned. “How else could it be? Your cozy place is an oasis that shelters travelers from the scorching sun. I've even rescued one suffering man along the way. Working for the good of your enterprise, so to speak. Meet my cousin, Freckle.”

“Freckle?”

“Calvin. McMurray,” he habitually corrected Rocky, and finally turned around, meeting his gaze with the tall, young Italian woman. Calvin stared at her face and lean figure, but by the time he realized he was doing it for too long, thankfully, she was already looking at Rocky.

“We'll have two glasses of lemonade, please, your incomparable sugary pizza…”

“And a sandwich, please. Any kind. Not sweet,” Calvin added hastily.

“Not sweet? Are you sure he's your cousin, Rocky?”

“Oh, yeah, he is. He just doesn't realize what he's missing,” he waved it away. “You know for yourself that pizza's an undoughbtfully subtle thing.”

Mau laughed out loud.

“Oh, come on. I'm the one who knows batter that it’s just your oven self that works on a different fuel.”

“Hey!” Rocky chuckled with feigned indignation, but Maura was already heading past the tables toward the kitchen. Calvin stayed silent as he watched Rocky's eyes on the girl. He didn't say a word when Rocky again engaged the waitress in banter when she returned with the order. He preferred not to evaluate the flavor of the monstrous slice that was aptly called ‘sugary pizza’, but the sandwich and lemonade were very good indeed. Calvin kept his mouth shut even when Rocky, leaning against the counter, took a few good minutes to say goodbye to Mau. Only on their way back to the Little Daisy Café he surrendered to his curiosity.

“So… about that ‘sugary pizza’.”

“What, do you regret not trying it after all? I knew it! I knew you'd bite your head off. Well, I'll ask Miss Maura make more next time.”

“Next time, yeah. How long have you been visiting this place?”

Rocky pondered.

“A month? Or about two… something like that.”

“Only for sugary pizza?”

“No, why, they have good coffee, lemonade, and…” Rocky began to list without a backward thought, but then suddenly frowned. “Wait, what are you implying?”

“Nothing,” Calvin looked away and smiled involuntarily. Rocky squinted.

“Don’t tap dance with me, sneaky gingerbread. I can see right through you.”

“Well… uh. Neither of us are blind. Miss Maura probably… it seems she likes you.”

Shaking his head, Rocky ran a hand through his hair in relief.

“Oh, Freckle. You don't understand anything. Miss Maura… she's always like that. With everyone. Gives away words like hot cakes. Mine may be puncakes, but they aren’t served with any ‘additional syrup’.”

Calvin stared at the passing cars for a while, thinking if he should try to change his cousin's mind. But suddenly Rocky cautiously asked:

“…you really think?”

Calvin shrugged. Was he sure of what he was talking about? It was hard to tell. But what he'd seen in the eatery certainly… brought up some thoughts.

“Why don't you ask her out, since you two have been in touch for so long?”

“It's not that simple, Freckle,” Rocky sighed and gestured vigorously. “You have to be thorough, have to pick the right moment. Besides, have you seen her grumpy old man? A glancekiller. It's like rescuing a princess from a dragon's lair. And you're suggesting I just walk up and say…” he stopped in the middle of the street in a deep bow with his hands widely outstretched to the sides, “…do me a favor, my fair maid, go with me on a promenade!”

Suddenly Rocky felt how something was lowered on his left hand. He turned his head in puzzlement and found his own fedora hanging there. But it wasn't that that surprised him, it was… Maura. She was looking at him and Freckle with amusement, and Rocky had no idea where to get away from that look. And he wanted to get away. Wanted it desperately. Preferably somewhere under the ground. But before he could say anything, Mau nonchalantly stated:

“Well, if you promise to be a faithful knight, toss a pebble into my window at night.”

Calvin, who was watching all this, began to quietly laugh. Maura waved to him with a mockingly innocent smile.

“Goodbye, Mister McMurray, it was nice to meet you,” and, without waiting for Rocky's reply, she headed back toward the eatery.

Calvin's laughter grew louder the longer he stared at Rocky's confused face. It was simply impossible to hold back. Calvin felt like he was choking, but he didn't stop chuckling even when Rocky elbowed him in the side and exclaimed:

“Stop cackling, you!”

Rocky took a deep breath, covered his face with the fedora and let out a muffled yell. As Calvin continued to laugh, he patted his cousin on the back a few times, either sympathetically or encouragingly; it was also hard to tell.

Though one thing was definitely undoubtful: now Calvin had not a single regret about that visit to Italian eatery. At all.

[elisysd]

9. Pull the trigger on the gun I gave you when we met, I wanna be close to you

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack: Close To You - Gracie Abrams

She hated the sun and heat of Monaco. She was never as happy as when she was in her home, back in Switzerland, only surrounded by the mountains and with no one around. The only thing making the south of France city bearable was the amount of luxurious stores, Julia and she had to admit, Kyle. She was in Monaco for business. Having Dior as one of her sponsors meant she also had some duties to attend and filming a commercial for their newest lipstick on a yacht in the middle of the mediterranean sea at five in the morning in a fancy dress was one of them.

“A little on the right, Romy. Perfect! Just like that!” the director shouted while she was freezing her ass off but tried to not show it.

Finally, it was over around lunch time and she was starving. She hadn’t been able to eat before the shoot and beside a cup of tea, her stomach was empty and the catering organized was not exactly thrilling.  She wanted a nice lunch, italian if possible, on a terrace with an aperol spritz. Right now, that was her dream. If she could manage a nice company with it, that would be even better. She could ask Julia but she knew she was spending some quality time with her family and she didn’t want to bother. She could ask Kyle. She wanted to but they hadn’t talked to each other since he had told her about his eyes. She knew he was supposed to see a doctor but he had not kept her up to date with anything, not that he had to. But she thought that after witnessing him being vulnerable, he would say something. But maybe, after all, they were not as close as she thought, maybe she was not allowed to be too involved in his private life, which she understood. Maybe she was just naive. 

And to hell with doubts! She wanted to see him. She would ask. What worse than a no could he say? She sighed and got out of her beige off shoulders dress to wear something more casual. And by more casual she meant her favorite black suit dress with white thin turtleneck sweater underneath it paired with black leather high heels boots which gave her a femme fatale look that she was proud of. She kept her hair in the straight ponytail her hairdresser had taken time to make and put her favorite golden earrings on. She checked herself in the mirror and texted Kyle.

Hey! I’m in town for work today. Wanna join me for lunch?

The answer was quick to arrive.

I didn’t plan on going out today, sorry.

She bit her lower lips, trying to mask the disappointment she was feeling. It was okay, it wouldn’t be her first time eating alone. Suddenly, her phone vibrated another time, telling her a new text had arrived.

But you can still come to my place if you want. 

She smiled. All was not lost.

She arrived at his place with a bottle of wine she had picked up on her way to his building. She confidently smiled as she knocked and felt her jaw dropping when he opened the door. He had glasses, something she had never seen him wear before. It was new. And it suited him very well.

“Giving the librarian’s look a chance?” she teased him, making her way in.

“Yeah. I’m trying to show my intellectual side more, now. Do you like it?” he replied in the same playful tone as her.

She set the bottle on the counter, slowly turned around to study him. He looked tired. His hair was a mess, far from the put together look he was always displaying, and a light stubble had appeared on his face. 

“So… what is the diagnosis for your eyes? Because if you wear glasses that means they find something, right?”

He brushed past her, taking two glasses from the cupboard while replying.

“Just like I thought. I’m just tired so to avoid forcing on my eyes, I've been advised to wear glasses,” he explained, pouring them a drink.

“So, it’s nothing serious?” she asked, making sure.

“It's nothing serious. I told you, you shouldn’t worry.”

“I wasn't worried!” he arched an eyebrow, not believing her. “Okay, fine, maybe a little bit. We’re friends, I care about you. There is nothing more to that.”

“Sure there isn’t.”

“Kyle…. not again.”

“I’m not starting anything. I promise. We’re friends. Our own kind of friendship. It would probably be considered weird for most people because they won’t understand it, but the most important thing is for us to know what we are. Friends. It just comes with added benefits.”

He got closer, bumping his nose with hers until their lips brushed and she made the final move. Kyle’s hands snaked around her waist, bringing her closer as her hands tangled in his hair.

“I missed this,” she whispered as she pulled back.

“I missed you,” he replied, trapping her against the bar, before sitting her on the surface in a swift motion, his lips attacking her neck.

“You know, these glasses are making me feel some type of way... My hot nerd,” she breathed against his ear and it didn’t take more than that for Kyle to carry her to his bedroom.

“You’re not leaving?” Kyle asked, watching the blonde tornado lying on his chest and drawing patterns on his chest.

“I’m comfy. Do you want me to leave?”

“No. I’m comfy,” he repeated, making her laugh. “Travel with me to Singapore. We won’t be alone, Ludwig will be there, Ethan too and probably Julia… Come with us.”

“Do they know? About us?”

“So, there’s an us.”

“Shut up. You know what I mean.”

“I haven’t told them, no. I didn’t know what to say and I wasn’t sure you would appreciate it. But I supposed they suspect something. Does Julia know?”

“No… I’m scared,” she confessed

“Of what?”

“When they will know, if they ever do… it’s going to change things. It’s going to make this real. It won’t be just us anymore.”

“Is it a bad thing?”

“I don’t know. I love what we have right now. It belongs to us, it’s our story and I love Julia, with all my heart, but she can be a little judgmental sometimes and I don’t want her to tell me that I’m making a mistake or that we don’t handle this properly.”

“Do you think we are making a mistake? Because I don’t. For all it’s worth, you’re what I need in my life right now.”

“Thank you. For being so considerate. For not thinking that I’m too much or too hard to handle.”

“I’ve never thought you were. Never.” 

“Really?” she asked and her tone was not sounding like a genuine question, it sounded bittersweet and Kyle didn’t understand where it was coming from.

“I’ve always cared about you. More than I ever cared for any other drivers out there.”

“If you say so,” she sighed, finally moving to collect her stuff.

“Where are you going?” 

“I’m going to go back to the hotel. I need to take a shower and I have a call with Seb later about the weekend. I’ve bothered you enough.”

Something had suddenly shifted in her attitude and Kyle didn’t understand what was happening. It had been so sweet, so fun, so peaceful but now it looked like a cloud was looming over them, threatening their happy bubble. He slowly got up and moved behind her, brushing his fingers along her arms, feeling her stiffened under his touch, before placing his hands on her hips, forcing her to turn around.

“Talk to me, Romy.”

“There is nothing much to say.”

“I want to know what goes on in your mind. I can see there is something,” he whispered as she looked at her feet, ashamed.

“It’s stupid. Really.”

She sighed and sat on the bed, followed by Kyle.

“You said you’ve always cared about me. But it’s not true.”

Shock and disbelief painted his face.

“I don’t follow…”

“I feel like an idiot having to explain that…” she mumbled.

“You will never be. No to me. You can tell me whatever goes through your pretty head, Romy.”

“You… Growing up you were my hero. I admired you so much. You don’t know how it felt, racing alongside you, how you were pushing me to get better and better. I wanted to be the very best because maybe that would mean you would notice me. And you did, you always had a nice word to say to me, to encourage me. I think, besides my family, you were the very first one to believe in me, to push me. And as the years went by, I think I developed a huge crush on you. Don’t laugh! It’s not funny!” she whined, punching him in the arm. “Anyway. Then, life went on and we grew apart. When I arrived in F1, after everything I’ve gone through, I was so happy to finally be with you, just like when we were kids. You were so welcoming, once again the only one to make me feel safe there. You were the same, you had not changed one bit. You were the only one to give me the time of the day, to walk with me, to eat with me whenever you could and my crush on you came back. I don’t think I've ever truly moved on. It had always been there, just buried inside. And I think I mistaked you being friendly with me for flirting.  It’s stupid, we never talked about our personal lives back then but… I don’t know… I thought you were single. You were so focused on your job, so diligent that I guess I imagined you would never have time for a relationship…. So when you arrived with that girl in Austria…”

“Hilary…”

“Whatever her name is. Sorry! That’s rude! Seeing you being so affectionate with someone else… It broke my heart. And it’s one hundred percent my fault, I made up scenarios in my mind, I know that. And suddenly, after she came there, you started to change. That weekend, I scored my first points in F1 and the only person I wanted to celebrate with had just given me the cold shoulder. Not even a congrats from your part, or a glance or even a smile. You ignored me. And from that day until the end of the season you didn’t talk to me. You stopped replying to my texts, you stopped walking around the paddock with me, you stopped cheering for me, you stopped being my friend. That girl was following you around and I didn’t have the occasion to talk to you. I sent you a letter you know, since you were not talking to me anymore, I was desperate enough to do that. I remember crying in my hotel room and writing it on the floor. I was begging you to talk to me, to explain what I was doing wrong. I thought that it was the end, that I annoyed you too much and that you had enough. But you never took the time to reply to it either. Have you even read it?” she didn’ t want to cry but she could feel the tears welling up. 

“I’ve never received anything from you, Romy… I swear.”

“It doesn't matter anymore. It’s in the past. I have not a crush on you. Not anymore. I’ve learned from my mistakes. I grew up.”

“Can I explain?”

“Will it make a difference? It won’t erase the past and I’ve moved past that.”

“I was falling in love with you Romy. And I was in a relationship. I didn’t know how to handle it back then, I made mistakes on mistakes. Hilary was a huge part of my life. She is my first love, my family loves her, everyone wanted us to get married and I thought we would. In my mind, I was going to marry her. We had been together for so long. I thought that she was going to be my life. She was my safety net and then you came along. You were so different to her, so magnetic, so bubbly, so smart, I valued our relationship more than anything. You were adventurous, you understood me, truly and fully. And when I realized that I was starting to develop romantic feelings for you I freaked out. I felt like I was cheating on Hilary and that the right thing to do was cutting ties with you to focus on the relationship I was in. I ended up breaking up with Hils a while later because forcing me to stay in love with her wasn’t fair for her nor was it for me. We both deserved better. And when I wanted to come back to you, you had changed. You were not letting me get close to you again. Until the very last race, last year. I’m sorry, Romy. For everything. I didn't know how much I hurt you back then.”

“Like I said, there's water under the bridge now. It doesn’t matter anymore. Just… don’t say that you’ve always cared. It’s not true. We both know that.”

“Can I ask one last question?”

She nodded.

“Do you still have feelings for me?”

“I’ll never give you the keys to hurt me again Kyle. I won’t let myself fall for you. It happened twice and all I got was a broken heart and a missing dignity. I love our relationship as it is. It’s enough.”

“Until it won’t be anymore,” he asserted.

“Then, we’ll part ways. With our hearts in one piece.”

“Keep convincing yourself.”

“I know so, Kyle. You won’t make me change my mind.”

“Maybe not now, but I’ve said it once, Romy, I’m patient. I know that what we have goes deeper than what we are trying to convince ourselves. I’m not pushing you, I’ll just wait for you to come to terms with it.”

She shook her head, gently smiling before getting up. She put her boots back on, and snatched her YSL bag which was laying on the living room’s couch. She gave one last smile to Kyle who was following her before leaving, closing the door behind her. She had never thought she would have the guts to confess everything to Kyle. But it felt good, she felt closure. Something she had needed for a long time.

Kyle fully expected to not see her at the airport. And he would have understood it. As usual, he was the first one of his friends to arrive. He was early but he hated staying in his flat and waiting. He was focused on his book when he heard two familiar voices shouting at each other. The kids were fighting again, he thought to himself before finally seeing Ludwig and Ethan appearing.

“Since when are you wearing glasses?” Ludwig asked.

“I had an appointment with the doctor, my sight has not been so good for a few weeks so now I have to wear them to see if it makes everything a little better.”

“Okay, grandpa.”

“Mind you, Romy finds me really sexy when I wear them. She loves them.”

“So you finally made a move on her?” Ludwig asked, sitting next to him.

“We are not dating. It’s casual,” Kyle explained briefly.

“And you’re okay with that? You don’t do in casual relationships.”

“I’m happy that way. I don’t need more.” 

“Well, as long as you’re comfortable with the situation…” Kyle shrugged. It was true, he didn't need a relationship. But he wanted one. With Romy. There was something between them, an inexplicable pull, something strong, something different from what he had ever experienced. He didn’t know if it could lead to something, but it would be a waste to not try. But she was not ready. For multiple reasons that he understood. He didn’t want her to feel pressured into something she was not comfortable with, but at the same time he didn’t know how long he could bear that situation.

Author's note: From all the chapters released I gotta say that this one is my favorite. I hope I managed to convey everything Romy was feeling, her internal battles and all, well enough.

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