#translated it all into my native language so i could read it to my mom too

[trippinsorrows]

looking through your eyes + twelve

authors note: ya'll remember the theme song from wizards of waverly place? 'everything is not what it seems'? yeah....remember that.

also, don't cuss me out for the ending, pleassseeee.

shoutout to the lovely @fearlesschimera for helping me with the italian translations! ❤️

if any cw/tw’s are missed, please let me know, and i will add them!

cw/tw: violence against women, scene of dv, slight fighting? language, angst, fluff, sexy time scene aka mild smut

song inspo: ‘looking through your eyes’ by leann rimes

masterlist

words: 10k (unhinged)

So, I remember when we were driving, driving in your car

Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk

City lights laid out before us

And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder

And I, I had a feeling that I belonged

I, I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

Nina’s singing and subsequent light laughter is what tears away Solana’s focus from her artwork. Turning away from the paper on the dining room table, she angles her body in the chair, swinging her legs around as she watches her mom dance around the kitchen.

Nina’s voice is soft and melodic, a nice compliment to the singer whose name Solana can never remember despite this being one of her mom’s, if not thee, favorite song.

Without thinking twice about it, Solana climbs off the chair and runs up to hug her mom from the side.

Nina’s smile grows even more as she looks down at her only daughter. “Mija.”

Solana looks up, big eyes reflecting the same amount of love and adoration. She responds in her mom’s native language. A ‘secret’ little thing they do in times like this where her dad and brother are gone. Communicating in only a way they can understand. 

“I wanna dance with you, mommy!”

Nina’s laughter is similar to her singing and speaking voice. And it’s infectious too, Solana joining in as Nina playfully spins her around. “Then dance with me, mija.”

Solana doesn’t need to be told twice. And maybe it’s less dancing and more moving around in a way that represents the happiness both mother and daughter feel in this moment. A brief little thing, something that happens in small to medium doses infrequently. 

But when it does roll around, the both of them capture and hold onto it with all that they have. 

When the song finishes, Nina turns down the music system as she redirects Solana to her art. “Can I see what you made?”

It’s a question she already knows the answer to. Solana nodding furiously as she takes her hand and guides her over to the table. Pointing, Solana explains, “look, mommy, it’s you and me!”

Nina gasps quietly. Even at seven, her daughter seems to have a gift with the arts. Reading, writing, and drawing. It hurts her sometimes that she can’t feed it more. That she’s limited to so little resources when it comes to helping Solana better her craft. 

Nina lifts up Solana and sits down in the chair, her daughter on her lap. “It’s beautiful, mija. You’re so talented.”

The complement brightens Solana’s smile. “Just like you, mommy!” Solana lifts up the page, offering additional explanation. “See, that’s you and me at the Play—playa—”

Nina helps her out, “Playa Norte, Isla Mujeres?” 

Solana nods. “That!” 

A brief sweep of sadness overcomes her with memories of home. Memories of simpler, happier times. Her children still bring her a sense of fulfillment, but it’s often weighed down by the trauma of everything else. “Oh, I wish you could see the water, Sol. It’s so beautiful, so clear. It’s like heaven on earth.”

Solana looks up at her with all of her naivety and innocence. “We can go there one day, mommy, right? Just you and me?”

Her throat constricts at Solana’s question. Nina doesn’t have it in her to expose her young child to the ugly truth. “Of course, baby.” She brushes some of Solana’s hair back. “What about your brother?”

It’s not missed upon her how the mention of Wesley makes Solana’s smile dim. “He doesn’t like us….”

“Oh, baby…” Nina brings her hands to gently cradle Solana’s face. “He does. It’s just your father….your father tells him things about us that’s not true, but he does like us. He loves us just like I love you and him. I love you both so much.”

There’s not enough time in the world or ways that she can say it to truly exemplify just how much she means it. Even with Xavier doing everything he can to keep her away from her son, it doesn’t extinguish her love for him. 

If anything, it just makes it stronger. 

The sound of the garage doors lifting brings Nina back to her crushing reality, from her brief escapism. “He’s home.” Wide eyes dart to the kitchen as she realizes dinner is still about twenty minutes out from being ready. “Come, mija!” Nina jumps from the table and is quick to gather all of Solana’s artwork. She knows how this will play out, and she refuses to allow him to destroy Solana’s work the same way he often does her own. Reaching it to her, Nina hurriedly advises, “go to your bathroom, lock the door, and don’t come out until I come get you, okay?” Trembling hands reach Solana the CD player and headphones. “Don’t take these off, you hear me?”

Solana’s smile is completely gone, her eyes watering, “he’s gonna hurt you, isn’t he?”

Nina swallows back her sob. “‘Don’t worry about me, Solana. Just do as I say, okay?” The sound of the door to the garage being ripped open alerts her to just how pressed for time they are. With all of the urgency, she pleads, “go!”

And despite everything in her wanting her to stay, to help, to do whatever she can, Solana does as she’s told.

Rushing up the stairs, Solana doesn’t stop until she’s in the bathroom. She locks the door and falls on the floor, back up against it, eyes watering even more.

She moves as fast as she can to put her headphones on, but it’s not fast enough. She can’t make out specific words, but it’s not needed to know and hear her father’s angry yelling followed by the pained wails of her mom. Glass breaking, items being thrown, Xavier’s screams of unbridled fury.

That’s when the dam breaks, tears spilling out of her eyes as she hits play to sound out the noise that never really goes away, never really stops haunting her, from making her chest feel so full and heavy.

This….this is the soundtrack to her life. 

Solana isn’t unsure how long she sits there, working so hard to drown out the cries and screams of her best friend. Long enough to where she falls asleep only to be woken up by the same woman whose shouts of terror unintentionally and tragically lulled her to sleep.

The first thing Solana notices is the blood, followed by the puffy, blackened area under her right eye. Still, her mom is only focused on her, hand under her chin as she asks, “are you okay, mija?”

The tears return as Solana is face to face with the result of her father whose anger knows no bounds. “Mommy….”

“Don’t cry, baby.” Nina pulls Solana against her chest, braving the pain coursing through her body, particularly her ribs. “I’m—I’m okay.”

She hates lying to her daughter, feels almost sick with herself for gaslighting her. Solana is wise and perceptive. She knows that her mother is far from fine.

“What if—what if one day he hurts you real bad?”

Nina wasn’t expecting this question, wasn’t expecting her young daughter to ask something she herself has thought about from time to time. 

What happens when Xavier finally takes his beatings too far?

Shoving away those dark thoughts, Nina shows Solana her inner forearm. “What is this, Sol?”

Solana wipes at her eyes and focuses on the beautifully, dark inked hummingbird tattoo on her mom’s skin. “A Hummingbird.”

“That’s right.” Nina wipes at her tears. “And what did I tell you about Hummingbirds? Hmm? What do they mean to our people?”

Solana sniffles and explains in a quiet voice. “They’re messengers from the spirits in heaven.”

“Exactly, so that means even when people leave us in one form, they’re still here in another. Still here even if they look a little different.” Nina’s voice cracks a bit as she promises, “I’m always with you, Solana. No matter what.”

Emotion building back up, Solana thrusts herself against Nina and cries into her chest. “Why can’t we leave, mommy?” She looks up, full of confusion and fear. “Then he can’t hurt you anymore.” Nina swallows. “We can run away where he won’t find us!”

Nina has a hard time holding back her tears. A dream. That would be a dream. If she could somehow escape this hell, take her children from this nightmare. But, it's just that, a dream. Because this is the life they live. This is her reality. 

And there’s nothing that can change that.

Not without her putting her children’s lives at risk, because Xaver has made it abundantly clear in a variety of violent ways what will happen should she ever be “stupid” enough to think she could leave.

“Listen to me, Solana.” She wipes away the tears of her sweet child. “This…what your father does to me….it’s not love, and it’s not okay. I don’t want you to ever let a man treat you that way.” It feels almost bitter leaving her mouth, the amount of hypocrisy she feels at saying such a thing. If only she could practice what she preaches. “You are so special, and your heart is so big.” She places her hand over Solana’s chest. “This is your biggest gift, and you must always be careful who you share it with. Because yours is extra special.” She presses her lips against Solana’s forehead. “No matter what, never forget that life is a gift. You are a gift, Solana.” Her eyes shut, absorbing all the love and comfort. “My sol.”

________

Memories of much darker, sadder times have unintentionally become a motivating factor for Solana during training. She finds a sort of strength and fuel at reflecting on times from the past where she was bogged down with such fear. 

Now though, it’s not as much fear as something else that’s unfamiliar but not unwarranted.

Anger. 

It’s what helps and almost keeps her on her feet and in the game as she spars with Bayley, knife in the back of her shorts. It’s the first time she’s done as such, practiced training, practiced fighting, with that little thing that’s caused her so much pain throughout her life.

But now, she’s the one with the blade, with the ability to use it against someone else vs it being used against her. 

It’s a different feeling, still uncomfortable, but also empowering in a strange sort of way.

Naomi is on the side, calling out various tips and reminders as Solana is able to successfully avoid certain hits and attacks from Bayley. She knows her friend is still holding back a bit, but not nearly as much as she did in the beginning.

Solana slightly appreciates that.

She feels….she feels good almost knowing that the progress she’s made isn’t because it’s been given to her. It’s been earned.

And unbeknownst to her, there’s an audience observing the sparring, an audience that consists of none other than the twins, Nia, and her husband who watch from the balcony above.

Roman had a meeting with Nia earlier in the day, hence his presence at the Warehouse, but staying after to silently observe Solana while she trains wasn’t necessarily on the agenda. It just happened.

Much to the chagrin of Wise Man who once again tries to remind Roman of what he already knows. He clears his throat, nerves big and evident, “sir, I hate to interrupt, but we do have to meet with—-”

“I’m aware.”

Paul swallows, closing his eyes as he sends up a prayer, asking for mercy. “Of course, sir, but—but, if we don’t leave now—”

“The meeting will start whenever I arrive, and I’ll get there when I get there.” Roman’s dark, irritated gaze falls on his chief advisor. “Is that understood?”

Paul straightens, more than familiar with that look. The look that can be followed up with an act of violence. “Y—yes, my Tribal Chief.” 

With that shit straightened out, Roman easily falls back into the almost trance he’s in watching her. 

Updates with her progress from Naomi and Bayley have been one thing, but it’s another to actually see her in action. 

See the precision and speed in which she moves. She seems almost….in her element.

A far cry from the terrified mess she was when he first met her.

She’s coming into her own, and he loves to see that shit. 

But, it’s when Bayley lands a particularly harsh blow against Solana, one that has her holding onto her face that Roman steps forward. A fresh wave of anger comes over him at the fact that Bayley could be so stupid to hit her so hard. She should fucking know better. 

Who the fuck does she think she is to hit Solana?

He’s stopped, however, when Nia extends her arm across his big body, preventing him from checking on his wife. 

He turns toward her, and if looks could kill, she’d be dead. “Move.”

She rolls her eyes, unbothered, motioning for him to continue watching. “Wait.”

Roman has no fucking intentions on waiting. Not when Solana could be hurt. He’s going to tear Bayley a new one for that. Why the fuck would she hit her so hard?

But, it’s as he’s watching and sees Bayley move toward Solana to check on her, that he realizes why Nia may have stopped him from acting too prematurely.

Because Solana is suddenly no longer doubled over. She’s bringing her knee up to Bayley, forcing the other woman to double over from some level of pain. But Solana doesn’t stop. She instead uses her leg to swipe Bayley off her feet, sending her into the ground.

Solana pounces on top of her, forcing her on her stomach. Straddling her, a fist full of her hair as she yanks her head back and brings the knife up to her neck.

Roman smiles.

Around him, the twins start to make a whole scene.

“Oh shit, okay Soso! I see you girl!”

“Alright, sis! That’s how you do it!”

Roman watches as she drops the knife almost immediately but not before she smiles, emotional almost, while being cheered on by Naomi who runs over and hugs her from the side. Solana laughs as she stands up, Bayley also jumping up, joining in the celebration.

“You know, it’s not very often that I'm wrong, but I gotta admit.” Roman turns to Nia who also looks a level of impressed. “I was wrong about Princess.” Nia chuckles. “Girl’s got some fight in her after all.”

Roman doesn’t say anything, but that’s not out of disagreement.

Solana might be one of the strongest people he’s ever met.

And it has nothing to do with what he just witnessed.

Nia continues, announcing, “I think she’s ready to advance to the next level.”

Roman has his own definition of what that is, but he’s slightly curious about Nia’s take. “Which is?”

“She needs to start training with a man.”

He nods. They’re on the same page then. “I’ll talk with her about taking over—”

“No.”

“Excuse me?” Nia has always been outspoken, but there are some days he has to remind himself that she’s family. Because her smart ass mouth on anyone else would have them six feet under.

“She’s comfortable with you. It needs to be with someone she doesn’t know.”

And this time, Roman is the one shooting it down. “No.” To make Solana train and fight with a man, a stranger at that, seems like it would be triggering for her. In no way, shape, or form will he let that shit happen.

Nia, however, seems intent on just that. “Look, four months ago, I would agree with you, but look at what that girl just did. She grounded Bayley, Roman.” He looks away, running his hand over his face. “She’s come a long way, and to stop her now would only be a disservice. You’d be hindering her.” When he says nothing, mostly because he knows she has a point and he hates that, she continues. “And I’d say have Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum do it, but she seems to be comfortable with them too. For some reason.”

Jey finishes chewing his snack, most likely a creation by Solana, asking with all the obliviousness, “hey, what’d you say?”

Roman ignores him while Nia rolls her eyes. “You’re a stubborn bastard, Roman, but you’re not stupid.” He looks at her. “You know I’m right.” 

He turns away,  watching as Bayely and Naomi talk to Solana, clearly providing her additional instruction. He’s focused on Solana. She looks so….relaxed. So in her element. It’s such a far cry from the first time he met her.

She’s almost like an entirely different person. This causes him to sigh loudly. 

Nia is correct. He’d be hindering the growth that’s got her to where she is today.

And that’s something he could never forgive himself for.

“I’ll talk to her.”

________

Bayley: If ya’ll could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?

Solana is taking a brief break to check her phone, mainly for any texts from Roman, when Bayley sends her message in the group chat that the three of them share.

Naomi: Ooooh, Bora Bora! Heard it’s beautiful!

Bayley: Nice! I’d say the Maldives. 

Bayley: Solana?

It’s a good question that she doesn’t really have the answer for. 

Solana: Idk. I’ve…I’ve never been out of the country, so it’s hard to say.

Naomi: Seriously? Never traveled at all?

Solana: No. 

Bayley: So then there definitely has to be someplace! 

It takes a minute for her to really think about how to respond, because her initial instinct is to double down on her first answer. But, it’s when her memory from earlier in the day returns to the forefront of her mind that she finds herself being more open than she anticipated. 

Solana: Playa Norte, Isla Mujeres. It’s in Mexico. My mom always said the water was so beautiful. 

And that they would visit someday.

That never happened though.

It never happened because she was murdered before she could make the dream come true. 

An uncomfortable blanket of sadness comes over her, forcing Solana to put her phone down and resume her work, an effective distraction. 

She grabs a set of books that need to be restocked and makes her way over to the appropriate aise when she overhears low sniffles.

Frowning, she places the books down on the cart and follows the sound of the sniffles that sound a lot like someone crying. It's when she moves to the next aisle that she finds the source.

A little girl. No more than 6 or 7. She’s sat up against a row of books, little legs pulled up to her chest as she cries into her knees.

Solana’s frown deepens as she slowly approaches the child, leaving enough distance to not startle her. Solana knows better than most the detriment of being taken off guard when already upset.

“Hi there.” Her head snaps up, and right away Solana is met with striking blue eyes that are blurred with tears and an emotion Solana knows all too well.

Fear.

“It’s okay,” she comforts, intentional about keeping her distance and voice soft. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

The little girl who, in a strange way, reminds her a lot of herself with her light complexion and russ brown hair that’s a combination of curl patterns, stammers with a response. “My—my mommy and daddy said I can’t talk to strangers.”

Solana smiles warmly. “Your mommy and daddy are very smart.” Staying where she is, Solana slides down onto the floor. She brings her legs to her side and offers her name. “My name is Solana. I work here in the library.” Wanting to earn some level of trust, Solana informs, “I really like to read.”

Her eyes light up a bit. “You do?”

She nods, keeping her smile. “My mom used to read with me all the time. Does your mommy ever read with you?”

The little girl nods and wipes at her eyes. “Yes. Daddy does too sometimes, but he works a lot.”

Solana’s smile dims a bit. She can both relate and not relate. Her father was never really home, and she preferred it that way. But when he was….it was hell. 

Using the opening, Solana asks softly, “where is your mommy?”

She hesitates, and her bottom lip trembles a bit, but she ends up explaining her presence. “I was walking outside with mommy, and I saw a butterfly, and—and I wanted to catch it, but then I got lost.” She starts to cry as Solana puts the pieces together, realizing she ran off, got lost, and maybe ventured into the library to ask for help. Or to cry in a safe space.

Solana gets that too.

“It’s okay, sweetie. I’ll help you find your mommy, okay?” 

The offer seems to settle her emotions a bit. Solana watches as she wipes her eyes and almost asks in a hopeful tone. “R–really?”

Solana smiles again and nods. “Of course.” She stands up, not moving from her spot but offering her hand. “You want to come with me?”

The little girl nods and stands up, slowly walking up to Solana and taking her hand. She looks up, sharing in a slightly more confident tone, “my name is Emma.”

“That’s a very pretty name.” Solana gently squeezes her hand. “Now let’s go find your mommy.” 

Solana notes how Emma squeezes her hand back. It warms her heart.

She guides Emma toward the steps, careful to not walk too fast, mindful of the fact that Emma is still, wisely, very cautious of the fact that Solana is still a stranger.

Solo meets Solana at the bottom of the steps, his unkind gaze falling on Emma who hides herself behind Solana.

Looking down, she advises her, “it’s okay, sweetie.”

Solo rolls his eyes, gesturing with his chin. “Who is this?”

Solana looks back at him, answering while intentionally not providing a name. Emma provided Solana her name, not Solo. “She got separated from her mother. I’m gonna help her find her.”

He scoffs. “Ain’t that what the police is for?” 

Frowning, Solana finds herself defending her actions. “She’s already scared.”

He cuts his eyes, voice sharp as she reminds her of his role. “My job is to protect and watch you. Not some random badass kid—”

“D–don’t call her that.” Anger. Solana finds herself growing angry with Solo’s disposition. A rare emotion for her. But, she can’t stop thinking about the scared little girl clinging onto her leg, finding some form of comfort in her. She can’t stop thinking about how she used to be that little girl. How she used to cling onto her mother for comfort. 

Until she couldn’t.

“I’ll help her by myself. I—” Solana swallows. “I don’t need your help.” 

The library is in neutral territory. She should be fine to walk up and down the street to help an innocent child without the protection of someone Solana is realizing really doesn’t want to be there in the first place.

Gently encouraging Emma to follow her, Solana leads the little girl out the double doors of the library and onto the busy sidewalk.

Solo never comes after her.

And in a weird, sort of unfamiliar twist that she doesn’t really understand, Solana prefers it that way.

She prefers Solo not toggling along, his negative energy not interfering and exacerbating Emma’s fear.

Leaning down, Solana asks, still with that gentle smile, “do you remember which way you came from?”

Emma frowns again, shaking her head. “N–no.”

“That’s okay. We’ll just look left and right.” Straightening up, Solana decides to go to the left first, knowing that there’s a kids boutique a few doors down. It seems like a good place to start. And it’s while walking, Emma suddenly asks a question that literally makes Solana feel like she’s gotten the wind knocked out of her.

“Are you a mommy?”

Solana hasn’t the slightest clue why it takes a second for her to answer such a basic question. The question, in terms of complexity, is simple and can be answered with a single word. But everything else with it is…..not easy. Because she has no idea why her tone suddenly shifts to something sad as she finally replies.

“No.” And before she can think about what’s leaving her mouth, before she can even process what she’s saying, Solana adds, “not yet.”

It takes a lot for Solana to not backtrack, to try to offer some explanation that probably wouldn’t make any sense to such a young child why she was taking her answer back. But beyond that, there’s a part of Solana that doesn’t want to take it back.

She doesn’t want to take it back because….because maybe it’s the truth. 

Emma looks up with a small smile, revealing a missing front tooth. “You’re gonna be a nice mommy.”

Her chest constricts, and Solana feels her eyes watering from an emotion she can’t pinpoint.

Emotional smile and all, she manages to keep the tears at bay. “Thank—”

“Emma!”

Solana and Emma snap their heads and attention to the source of the voice, as Emma drops Solana’s hand.

“Mommy!” 

Solana jogs behind Emma who makes a mad dash in the direction of the woman who called her name. Solana stops when a large man moves in between her and Emma and the woman.

Emma’s little voice calls out at the same time Solana backs away, a bit of anxiety growing in her stomach as she thinks about the knife in the back pocket of her jeans. “No, she’s my friend!” 

“Bron, back off.” The woman speaks, and almost instantly, the large man with cold eyes that remind her of Solo moves away. The view and path is cleared again as Solana sees Emma being held by a woman who could never deny the child in her arms belongs to her. Emma is her twin outside of the blue eyes Solana would guess she got from her father.

“Mommy, this is Solana.” Emma introduces, pointing and waving. “She helped me find you!”

The woman, a few inches taller than Solana, with hazel eyes and almost perfect facial features, smiles. Again, Solana sees nothing but Emma. “Thank you so much—”

The large man who Solana hasn’t forgotten about and vice versa chimes in. “Brandi—”

“I don’t want to hear it, Bron.” She cradles Emma closer to her chest, as Solanaa clears her throat.

“Of course.” She points behind her. “I—umm—I work at the library. I—I do a kids reading club on Mondays, if—if Emma would like to join.”

Emma’s eyes light up at that as she’s pulling on her mom’s sleeve. “Mommy, can I go?”

The woman, Brandi, as Solana heard the large, unkind man refer to her frowns a bit. “After today, I’ll be lucky if your dad lets you or me leave just to check the mail, let alone go into town again.” Still, she turns to Solana, “but thank you for the information. She loves books, so I’d know she’d love to attend.”

And it’s then that Emma throws out with all the innocence of a child. “Solana’s gonna be a mommy too! Just like you!” 

Her breath catches. Solana once again has to fight back the tears that don’t make sense as well as the sadness that doesn’t make even more sense. “Some…someday.”

Brandi offers a smile that’s reassuring. Like she understands what doesn’t need to be directly stated. “Well, I wish you all the luck.” She tickles Emma’s stomach and jokes, “they’re a handful.”

And for a second, just the briefest of a second, solana visualizes just that. Visualizes herself holding a child, a child that would have her smile. Roman’s eyes. His strong will. Her innocence.

A perfect representation of them both.

But, it’s quickly pushed away, stomped on by logic.

That…..that’s not even something she should allow herself to consider right now when they haven’t even consummated their marriage.

Even if that very visual is exactly why the marriage was arranged in the first place. 

She clears her throat. Despite being outside, Solana all of a sudden feels almost closed in. “I—I should get back to work.” 

Brandi nods. “Of course.” She doesn’t even have to direct Emma to say goodbye, as the little girl with a sweet smile full of innocence is already on it.

“Bye, Solana!” She then adds on with all of the hope. “I hope I see you again!”

Solana hopes the same too.

After parting, Solana noticing the almost menacing glare that ‘Bron’ man sends her way, she walks back to the library in complete silence, feeling so conflicted and torn by emotions that usually don’t work in her favor in general.

But, it’s when she’s about to head up the steps, Solo appears again wearing an almost smug expression, that she stops in her tracks at his comment. “You done playing mother Teresa?”

She doesn’t know where it comes from. Doesn’t know how she’s even able to allow it to leave the safety of her mouth, the confines of her thoughts vs being expressed. But, that’s exactly what happens. 

Solana turns to him and doesn’t stutter as she asserts, “you don’t get to talk to me like that.” Swallowing and with an uncharacteristically amount of confidence, she warns almost, “Roman wouldn’t let you talk to me like that.”

And it seems like that not so little reminder of who her husband is triggers something for him. Solo clears his throat, muttering almost, “my apologies.” He asks, a perfect combination of forced concern and obligation, “whose kid?”

She starts not to answer, but being a form of assertive and dismissive feels like too much in one day. “I don’t know. Some man with her called her Brandi?”

At that, his attention seems almost intensified. He’s quiet for a moment. “Brandi?”

Confused at his subtle but noticeable change in demeanor, Solana nods. “Yeah. I think she called the man Bron?” 

Solo looks away, like there’s something about these two pieces of information that are important. So she asks, “why?”

Solo’s gaze is back on her, and like a snap of a finger, the intensity in his expression melts into something cavalier. “Nothing.”

Solana is quiet. And suspicious. Something in the pit of her stomach tells her there’s something he’s not telling her, something he’s keeping to himself. 

But she doesn’t push it.

She’s got other things on her mind.

Other things she shouldn’t have on her mind. 

But, she does. She really, really does.

________

Later that evening, the strange, conflicting emotions from her encounter with Emma and her mother, Brandi, are still plaguing Solana. She’s grateful that Roman has to take his dinner in his office due to work, because it at least gives her space to process such big emotions without him picking up on anything being wrong.

He seems to be very good at that. 

In preparation for winding down for the evening, she’s at the sink, washing the dishes when Roman comes up behind her. It’s only a brief second of tension that’s easily settled by his arms around her, his mouth on her neck. 

She smiles, noticing the increasing amount of comfort and want she’s experiencing at him touching her.

It’s getting to the point where she almost craves his touch.

It’s…comforting. 

Roman makes a sound, lips moving up to kiss her cheek. “Meet me at the pool in an hour.”

She frowns, turning toward him. “What?”

He brings hand to her mouth, thumb gliding over her bottom lip. “You said you wanted to get in, right?”

“I—” And she can’t protest, can’t find a way to politely disagree. Because she did say that. And he’s clearly holding her to it. “Yes.”

His hand slides down to cup her ass, Solana gasping quietly as he smirks. “Then let’s do it.” Her eyes shut, and she bites down on her bottom lip as he whispers in her ear, “I want to see that bathing suit of yours.”

Another gasp as he squeezes her ass. “Roman.” 

He says nothing else, walking away. Solana takes a second to reflect on the interaction, sits on the fact that he was able to touch her and she didn’t tense up. Didn’t freeze up. She almost…she almost liked it.

But what she doesn’t like is the fact that she now has to apparently meet this man in the pool wearing that bathing suit that nobody but her made him aware of. He would have never known she even owned it she hadn’t opened her mouth in a poor way to distract him.

And now he wants to see her in it.

And now the anxiety is growing again. 

Because while she’s grown more comfortable with his touching her, she’s been almost entirely clothed during those times. Even with the more revealing outfits. This one will definitely take the cake. She’s not sure her lingerie from their wedding night was as showy as this bikini.

She takes her time finishing up the dishes and is at least grateful to see he’s nowhere near their room or bathroom as she sneaks in and locks the door to put it on. 

Solana must mess around with the suit at least ten different times. Pulling. Tugging. Tightening. It doesn’t make a difference because the swell of her chest and backside prove too much. There’s not much to be hidden, to be camouflaged, to be covered up. And that’s always been her preference. Never in her life has she owned or even worn a two piece suit. And yet, here she is about to step out in one that leaves little to the imagination in front of one of the most attractive men she’s ever laid eyes on.

A man that gives her butterflies with just one look of his dark, beautiful eyes. 

She tries telling herself that it’s just Roman. That she shouldn’t overthink it so much. That he’s made his attraction to her clear, time and time again. But, it’s hard to factor those things in when he’s never seen this much of her, so much skin, so much scarred skin. Skin with stretch marks and cellulite. Scars from the stabbing. The pudge of her belly.

It’s all so…revealing. Physically and emotionally.

It’s almost to the point where she has more anxiety about him seeing this much of her body than actually getting in the water, which was and should be the main source of her abundance of nerves.

But, it’s not. It’s not because even with all of her progress, it’s so hard to not compare herself to other women he’s been with. Women like Samantha who look nothing like her, who must look better than her.

That brings on a deeper level of insecurity. 

Will he compare her body to Samantha’s? How can he not? 

They’re night and day. One is preferred. One is shunned.

And Solana has never been preferred.

Eyes watering, she reaches for the large t-shirt and slides it over her body, comforted by not being faced with so many flaws. Deterred entirely, she starts to think of an explanation she can give Roman as to why she can’t get in the pool tonight.

Or any other night. 

But when she steps out of the bathroom, that plan is thrown out the window because Roman is sitting on the edge of the bed. 

Shirtless.

Wearing only swim trunks.

She’s momentarily focused on him. Focused on every rippling muscle of his body that’s damn near perfect. So opposite of her own.

Realizing she’s staring, she shakes her head, “I—”

“It’s been an hour.” Roman drags his eyes over her, and it’s like she knows what he’s going to say before it leaves his mouth. “You’re not dressed.”

Pushing back some of her hair, Solana is very much focused on the piece of abstract art on the wall opposite his bed. “I was thinking—”

“No.”

That she wasn’t expecting. Such a….blunt rejection. Eyes back on him, she frowns. “What?”

“You’re not backing out.” Solana swallows. He sounds so definitive. “I won’t make you get completely in the water, because I understand why that’s difficult for you.” She says nothing, at least grateful for his understanding in that area. “But you can at least sit on the edge. Work your way up to it.” An ironic choice of wording considering the other thing they’re working their way up to. He stands from the bed, and as much as Solana wants to look away, she can’t. She’s focused on him. All 6’3 of him. So intimidating. But not to her. So strong. But he’s never used his strength against her. So attractive. The same way he feels about her. 

“Without the shirt.”

Her stomach drops, anxiety brewing again. “Roman….”

He’s suddenly in front of her, his hands reaching to pull her against him. “That’s not your trauma. It’s your insecurity, and I’m not accepting that shit because it’s not fucking fair for you to be as beautiful as you are and not see or feel it.”

She swallows as he reaches for the hem of her shirt. “Off.” It’s a statement, but there’s a questioning nature to it. Like regardless of how he feels, he’s still giving her the space to say no. 

To have that autonomy. 

It’s appreciated.

It’s also why despite her anxiety, with her eyes closed, she relents. “O–off.”

Roman doesn’t seem to waste any time pulling her shirt up and over her head. And as soon as she feels the chilly air of his room on her body, the realization that she’s more exposed in front of him than she’s ever been before, she’s crossing her arms over her chest. 

Hiding.

Embarrassed.

“No.” And his hands are on her forearms, pushing down, gently but with purpose. “No hiding.” She keeps her eyes closed as he forces her arms down at her side. “Solana, look at me.” And she wants to, she actually wants to, but it’s hard, because all she can imagine is his disgust, his disinterest. “Look at me.”

His tone is somehow forceful but gentle, in a way only he can do. In a way that never makes her feel scared, but always safe. 

So she obliges.

Roman’s gaze is on her, intentful and burning. His jaw is clenched. “It pisses me the fuck off that you’ve been made to feel anything less than fucking gorgeous.” And she watches as he travels his beautiful eyes over her body. Slowly. With a level of desire that she, even with all of her insecurities, can’t deny. Men like Roman don’t look at women like that unless they want them in that way. “The things I want to do to you….”

And once again, he’s affirming and practically repeating everything he’s assured her of several times now.

He wants her. 

“I’m going to make you believe it.” Wetting her lips, she watches Roman take her hand in his. “Come here.” 

He walks them over to the opposite side of his room where the black, full body mirror rests against the wall. His hands are on her hips, positioning her so that she’s standing directly in front of him, her back pressed into his chest. 

“Keep your eyes open.” His voice is commanding but still calm enough where it doesn’t unnerve her. “Spread your legs.” Solana is certain Roman can feel the way her body instantly tenses, because he’s kissing the shell of her ear, reassuring her. “Relax, baby. I won’t touch you there until you’re ready. Just trust me.”

And she does.

Maybe more than she’s ever trusted anyone.

It’s why she moves her legs apart so that her thick thighs are no longer rubbing against each other.

Again, he’s comforting her, “trust me…” Solana is briefly confused as to why he’s repeating himself when his hand is on her backside, squeezing in a way that makes her head fall back against his chest. “I love your ass.” She makes a sound, almost too low to hear when he moves his hands to her chest, big, strong hands cupping her breast. “But, I especially fucking love these.”

She moves her much smaller hands over his. For what reason, she doesn’t know. All she knows is that she nearly groans when his thumb flicks over her hardened areolas through the fabric of her swimsuit. 

“Roman….” Despite his clear directive, it’s hard to keep her eyes open when there’s so much coursing through her body.

“You know why I said your name when I was with her?” Not really, but also yes. It’s difficult for Solana to think straight with him touching her like this. A strange, unfamiliar feeling settling at the bottom of her belly. 

His mouth is back on her, kissing her jawline as he continues to caress her breast, alternating between light massaging and caressing her nipples. “Because I was imagining she was you. Because it’s you I want to be inside.”

Solana’s eyes are bouncing back and forth between open and closed, the soles of her feet  almost numb as standing suddenly feels much more difficult than it should be. There’s an unfamiliar ache in between her legs that has her thighs pressing back against each other. 

Her body is on fire, and despite this intimate touching, she has no desire to push him away. Doen’t feel shackled and stuck in a way that’s reminiscent of her trauma. She wants his touch on her. 

His deep, alluring voice is in her ear, watching every single one of her erotic reactions through the mirror. “There’s not a single part of you that I don’t want to touch….” Her breathing is labored and heavy almost as he moves his hand and trails his finger down the valley of her breast. “To feel…..” Her eyes are fluttering as his hand moves down to her stomach, hers shooting to rest on top of his, an unconscious effort to keep him from feeling the part of her that she’s always felt 

self-conscious about. Only for her to cry out when he lightly squeezes her stomach, rolls and all. “To taste….”

It should make her mortified, for him to be grabbing so freely a part of her that she used to cry over from embarrassment. But, it doesn’t. She’s simply trying to remain strong enough to remain on her own two feet.

Her body is on fire, and there’s this pressure building in her core. Intense but oh so delicious. A brand new sensation.

Whimpering, she moves her hand to his wrist. “Roman, I—”

“I know,” he coaxes, pressing his lips to her shoulder. “That’s what I want, baby.”  He moves his mouth over to her clavicle, tongue wetting her burning skin. “Want you to feel good….”

Good is an understatement. She feels completely overwhelmed in a way she didn’t think possible.

 And it only intensifies when his fingers create circles across her lower belly. Tears are pooling in her eyes, the throbbing in her belly and most intimate part increasing with every touch and every word that leaves his mouth. 

Solana also recognizes the wetness pooling between her legs. Something else she’s never experienced. Not like this. She’s been able to become aroused before, but never to this extent.

Not to this intensity. 

The pressure feels too much, too heavy, but she can’t seem to find the words to express as such while Roman continues to talk her through it.

“The next time you touch yourself, I want you to think of me.” His lips are ghosting the shell of her ear, his fingers continuing to trickle across the lower skin of her belly. “My mouth on you. Me inside of you.” 

She gasps, loud enough for it to almost echo throughout the room and almost bounce off the walls. “Oh my god….”

She feels just about ready to explode when his other hand has moved to her inner thighs, long fingers dancing across her skin and prying her thighs apart. She’s almost certain her essence has made her way past her bottoms and coats the tips of his fingers.  “I’m gonna be your first.” His words puncture her resolve, but it’s the latter statement that completely destroys it. “And your last.”

Solana cries out, stomach in waves as she squeezes his wrist, intense pleasure nearly knocking her off her feet if not for his strong arms around her. Solana feels partially discombobulated as he whispers things in her ear that she’s far too overwhelmed to make out.

She’s not sure how long she’s standing there, doesn’t know how long he’s holding her, helping her land back down to earth. She just knows there’s a pulsing between her legs that she’s never had before. An aftermath almost. 

The aftermath at what had to have been a climax. 

It takes a few minutes for her to finally be able to formulate words. She looks up at him, trying to not think too much of the way he circled his finger around the spillage between her thighs. It’s enough to make her womanhood start to pulse again. “how did—-I’ve never—”

Roman looks down at her, eyes almost narrowed with pure curiosity as she asks, “have you never had an orgasm before?”

Cheeks still flamed from what just occurred but also slight embarrassment at her answer, she explains, “I’ve—I’ve tried before, but I just—I couldn’t.”

He actually looks surprised but simply brings his hand to her chin, kissing her softly. “Well, it damn sure won’t be your last.” He gently bites down on her bottom lip before backing away. “Be outside in 10.” 

It takes a second for her to realize what he’s talking about. She’d completely forgotten what even kicked off all of that.

Watching him leave with her t-shirt, it’s only when he closes the door and she’s alone that something he said finally settles in.

Something that somehow gives her a sense of pleasure more enjoyable than even his talented touch. 

“I’m gonna be your first.” 

Just thinking of it brings tears to her eyes. For an entirely different reason. For so long, she felt so broken and devastated at having her virginity so brutally ripped away. To have it stolen from her before she could even understand what sex was.

And no, she can never truly get it back.

But this….Roman can give her. That first time of actually having a choice.

And that means more to her than he could ever know.

She cares for him more than she’s certain he knows.

And truth be told, Solana is starting to wonder if care is still a strong enough word to describe what she feels for a certain Roman Reigns.

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After cleaning herself and gathering her bearings, Solana finds Roman out back already in the pool swimming laps as Dulce sits on the side just watching him, her tail wagging. She always seems so excited around him.

Taking advantage of him being underwater and not aware of her presence, Solana moves quickly over to the steps, faltering for a bit before stepping in just enough to where the water brushes against her knees. That’s when the anxiety starts. Her stomach begins knotting.

It’s also when Roman comes up from under, and she’s briefly distracted by just how good he looks while quite literally doing nothing out of the ordinary. She watches him swim over to her, one hand pushing back some of hair, the other reaching for her. 

She hesitates, and he sees it, gently reminding.

“I’ve got you….”

Solana just looks at him. He’s yet to not come through on that promise made time and time again. An oath almost, in every single situation where he’s asserted it.

It’s why she finds herself accepting his hand as she descends further into the water. And just as she recognizes her anxiety heightening along with the water that’s brushing against her chest, Roman tugs her against him. 

Gasping, her hands naturally move onto his shoulders, her legs naturally wrapping around his waist.

“Roman….” She’s looking from side to side as he moves them farther away from the steps. “I—”

“Can you swim?” His question both makes sense and serves as a brief distraction. 

“Y–yes, but I haven’t done it in years.” He’s still moving them though, and that still makes her nervous as more distance is created between her and a way to escape without actually getting under the water. “Roman, I—I can’t—”

“I know.” His assurance is soft, gentle almost. “I’m not gonna let you fall, Solana.”

And she swallows, because there’s an undertone to his statement. Like there’s another meaning that maybe one or both of them isn’t entirely ready to come to terms with.

It’s when they stop moving, she realizes that he wasn’t just aimlessly moving around. He wanted to bring them over to the stool within the pool that he sits on. It’s only then she really becomes cognizant of the fact that she’s straddling him as well as just how close her body is against his.

Not that he seems to mind.

His gaze on her is both distracting and tantalizing. She wants him to never look at her with such desire at the same time she wants him to never look away.

It’s….a strange experience.

Needing there to be some type of conversation, she goes with the first thing that comes to mind. “How….how was your day?”

Roman chuckles. “The same as most.” Solana makes an active effort to ignore how his hands remain planted on her ass, giving just the slightest pressure that makes her softly scratch at his taut skin. “How was yours?”

Eventful. She starts to tell him about Emma and Brandi, but that would somehow lead into a conversation about Solo and his odd behavior recently. And Roman already deals with enough. She doesn’t want to add onto his plate. 

She can handle that on her own.

It’s why she decides to share the most exciting news, a smile growing on her face. “I pinned Bayley today during my training.”

“Did you?” Something tells her that he already knew about this, that he was made aware of this occurrence prior to this moment. Regardless, she’s thankful for him trying to fake surprise. For him trying to give her the satisfaction of being the first to tell him. “Damn. They told me you’ve gotten good. That you’re fast.”

She nods, smile dimming a bit. “I do feel a little bad about how I did it though.”

“Don’t.” He’s quick to dismiss her concerns. “Bayley’s taken much worse in the ring.” After seeing Bayley fight on Night of Champions, she doesn’t doubt that one bit. “There’s actually something I want to talk to you about.”

Her anxiety returns at his ending statement. “O–okay.”

Roman seems to take a minute before explaining, “I think we need to expand your training.” Her confusion is evident and expected as he clarifies with all the preparation in the world for a less than pleased response. “You need to start training with a man.”

Deep down, she already knows his answer before she asks. But, she has to do it anyway. “Like with you?” Open to it, she even suggests, “or the twins?”

Safe people.

As expected, he shakes his head. “No. It needs to be someone you’re not familiar with. Not like you are with me or them.” She looks away, eyes focused on the spotlight on the opposite end of the pool. “It’s only to help you. You can fight now, that’s good. But, you need to learn how to fight someone you don’t feel comfortable with, because that’s the reality of our world.” He elaborates, seemingly pulling her closer to him. “I’m never going to let you be in a position where you have to defend yourself like that against a man, but it’s good for you to know regardless.”

That helps a bit. She believes him. Believes that he’ll never let her be in that space ever again.

But, there’s a ‘what if’ thought that she can’t push away. Because nothing in life is promised or final. Anything and nothing can happen. She could very well find herself one day on the opposite end of her brother, and the thought of him having that hold and power over her makes her sick.

Should that day ever roll around again, she wants it to be different. She wants to be different.

She wants to be able to fight back.

“I’ll do it.” She agrees in a quiet tone and goes on to briefly explain her answer. “I think—I think I need to do it for me.”

Roman simply nods and acknowledges her acceptance with a single word. “Okay.”

Solana is grateful he doesn’t follow up with additional questions. She doesn’t really want to talk about that, doesn’t want to participate in conversations that bring up old, painful memories. “Can I at least meet them before we start training?”

“Of course.” That provides another layer of relief. “Are you still alright with the Gala?”

And this time, she nods. A few days away, she’s already figured out her look for the evening, courtesy of Bayley and Naomi. Biting on her bottom lip, she finds her fingers moving across his chest. “I—I got my dress.” He makes a sound followed up with his mouth moving to her neck. “I think—I think you’ll like it.”

She struggles to keep her eyes open when he starts kissing on her wet skin. “I like everything you wear.” She smiles. “You thought about what you want for your birthday?”

 Once again, it’s hard to talk with him touching her like this. “No, cause I don’t–”

He chuckles against her. “Still on that shit, I see.” And before she can push him on that, he informs with all of the textbook coyness, “it’s alright, I’ve got it figured out.”

That makes her push lightly on his chest, to force his gaze on her. “What does that mean?”

“You’ll see.” His words are intentionally vague and don’t manage to answer her question. It’s expected, not entirely out of character for him, but still a bit irritating. 

She sighs. The last thing she wants is for this man to go out of his way for her more than he already has. “Roman…

“Solana, I’ve got you in my arms. Half naked.” His eyes take on a dark, lustful glint as he focuses on her mouth. “I really don’t feel like talking, baby….”

He brings his lips back onto hers, but it’s hard to get too into the kiss when her mind is so focused on one little word. 

Baby….

A nickname he seems to use with her more and more, the increasing usage doing nothing for the butterflies every time he calls her as such. But this time, this time the butterflies are for something more, something different.

Something she’s not even sure she should be telling him right now when they haven’t even consummated their marriage. 

It doesn’t stop her from saying his name, her tone serious enough to alert him that she has something to say.

“Roman….” He lifts his head, gaze focused on her, and Solana finds herself momentarily captivated by him. He’s so handsome. So attractive. The embodiment of strength. In so many different ways. Licking her lips, it falls out almost accidentally but also with all of the determination. “I’m going to give you an heir.”

His expression falters only for a second. He’s so good at maintaining composure at all times that it takes her off guard. His voice is lowered. “Solana, I told you, I’ll handle—”

“I know, but—but, it’s not because of that.” And maybe a part of it is, maybe she feels guilty that she’s failing to do the one thing he agreed to marry her for. Maybe it’s out of her trauma. Maybe it’s a sense of obligation. Whatever the potential contributors, there’s no denying the largest chunk comes from a place of pure individualistic want. “I never thought that I could, but….but I can.” This part she knows to be true. Solana never envisioned a life for herself where she could withstand the touch of a man, the desire to have a man touch her. The ability to be intimate. But Roman has changed all that. “I know I can, so I will.” When he says nothing, she adds on, starting to feel a bit unsure of herself. “And we don’t have to now, per se, but….we will. I—I want to do that for you.”

For us.

He still says nothing, but Solana can see there’s a million thoughts floating through her head. She’s prepared for him to push back, to maybe chastise her or scold her for whatever reason. In her experience, men have never really needed solid reasons to be upset with her.

He does none of that though.

Instead, she seems something gleam in his brown eyes, something she can’t name but feels is eerily similar to what she feels whenever she looks at him.

“Non sei quello che mi aspettavo.” Solana has no idea what he’s saying, but with the way he holds her, the way he hikes her higher onto his waist so she’s almost looking down at him, wet hands moving to his face, she doesn’t really care. Doesn’t really need to know. “Ma credo che tu sia esattamente quello di cui ho bisogno…."

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“Are you sure this is going to work?”

Xavier smiles at the hint of nervousness in his son’s voice. Any other time, he’d scold him for weakness. But when plotting against the Bloodline, especially Roman Reigns, one can never be too careful.

“Not necessarily, but I do know your sister. She’s weak. Blinded by love.” Just saying the word leaves a bitter taste on the tip of his tongue. “Your mother fed her that shit, and now she holds onto it. It’s how I know she won’t let him do anything.”

Wes’s dark gaze rakes over his father’s still recovering state. “And yet he still put us both in the hospital.”

Xavier glares, voice icy. He hates being reminded of failure. “Watch it, son.”

We looks away, shaking his head and crossing his arms over his body. “I just think there is another way—”

“Have you heard from your sister? Found a way to get into contact with her without going through Reins?” Xavier already knows the answer but wants his son to recognize the stupidity of his stance. “This is the only way, and it’ll work. Trust me.”

Wes is still quiet, but Xavier is unbothered. He’s instead focused on his phone that vibrates three times, his lock screen showing a set of messages from an unknown number. And it’s in reading the messages that his day goes from good to so much fucking better.

“Well, I’ll be damned….” 

Wes notices the change in his father’s mood and gestures with his chin. “Who is it?”

“Not sure.” He reaches the phone to his son. “But, we’re definitely going to find out.”

And it’s when reading the text that Wes also smiles, the same wicked scheming oscillating in his father’s head traveling over to him. 

“Got you now, you little bitch….” Wes reads over the words once more, basking in the relief and potential this new development will provide.

Unknown: I believe we may have a mutual problem that needs to be….taken care of.

Unknown: Your daughter. Solana.

Unknown: Let’s meet.

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translation: “you’re not what i expected, but i think you’re exactly what i need.”

[maryleclerc]

𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 — charles leclerc

pairing: prince!charles leclerc x reader ; prince!charles leclerc x princess!reader ; prince!dad!charles leclerc x princess!mom!reader

summary: in which the prince charles and princess y/n of monte carlo attend charles younger sister, princess marias leclerc of la condamine and prince carlos sainz of spain, also spend their 6th years anniversary together at berlin

warning: english is not my native language, use google translate, i don’t own any of these images. this is just an imagination, do not take it too serious! thank you

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y/n_leclerc A big big congratulation to my bestfriend, @mariasoflacondamine and her husband @carlosofspain. I’m so happy for you, and wish you the best!! Love you two

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marias_la.condamine Thank you bb, it’s so great that you and Charles are able to join us on our happy day

⤷ y/n_leclerc Of course, how can we miss such an special day of my bestie!! We would be regret if we unable to join you today!!

hwangjuu Congratulation to you @mariasoflacondamine @carlosofspain

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charles_leclerc Congratulation to my beautiful sister and my best mate!

tag: @mariasoflacondamine @carlosofspain

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mariasof.lacondamine Thank to you my silly brother!!

carlosofspain I always thought i would get married before you

⤷ charles_leclerc And i cannot believe that you’re now my little sister husband :)) unbelievable. Just kiddingggg

juno_ Wait, Marias is Prince Charles sister? Which mean she’s a royal too??

⤷ khloeegoong Her name is Marias Leclerc, she is a Leclerc

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mariasof.lacondamine How i spend my day with these two cutes, funniest person on this planet. Always whisper “I love you aunt Maria” “We love you” “You’re my favorite aunt”

Jealous? @charles_leclerc @y/n_leclerc

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arthur_leclerc Shut up and stop lying, their favorite person defenitly me

⤷ mariasof.lacondamine Well too bad cause i’m not lying, its what they told me

⤷ arthur_leclerc I won’t believe you if there are no proof

⤷ y/n_leclerc Christian and Louisa love their aunt and uncle very much so stop fight please 😂

⤷ charles_leclerc Unbelievable 😂😂

“Y/n Y/l/n Leclerc dear,

First, I wanna say thank you for gave birth to 2 beautiful babies, Christian Arthur and Louisa Bianchi.

Secondly, this happiness is indescribable, the feeling of happiness in my heart when you’re by my side, from the moment I saw you I felt I consider myself very lucky to have a friend like you, more importantly, it's not just friendship, we've been together for a long time, then we got married and now we're built our little family together, the mother of your children. I know marrying a Prince of Monte Carlo and become Princess of Monte Carlo never an easy things for you but you never complained anything, which makes me feel like I am the luckiest prince in this world to have someone like you to share my life with.

I LOVE YOU! ❤️

Happy our 6th years wedding anniversary and still counting…”

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y/n_leclerc To my dear husband,

I don't know how to begin.

Time goes by so so fast, in the blink of an eye we have been married for 6 years and have 2 beautiful children together, what could be happier than having an extremely caring husband who always be by my side, who always taught me what to do when I first become a part of his royal family, not in the father taught his kids way,

But in the way that he always reminded me to be more careful in everything I do, or every move i made because he know that everyone are watching their new Princess of Monte Carlo who will soon produce future heir for Monte Carlo.

I can't help but mention the moment when I gave birth to Christian and the moment he held Christian in his arm, and whispered to Christian “I love you so much, but I love your maman more… and did you know that? that your mother did a great job today, she deserves the praise, kisses anf the love from me and you, Christian. So you have to be very obedient to maman, deal?.” That made me fall in love with Charles even more, and when I gave birth to Louisa, but this time when he whispered something in her ear but I can't hear it very clear what he is whispering, but I'm sure of one thing he always tells his children to be obedient.

Charles is a family man, because whenever I need him or our children need him, he puts all his work aside because for Charles, family are always his first priority.

I just hope we stay like this forever, I just hope time can slow down so that you and I can both spend time together with our kids and enjoy our time together.

Je t'aime @charles_leclerc

Happy 6th years wedding anniversary! ❤️✨

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charles_leclerc Thank you for come into my life, and thank you for always being so patient with me, I know i’m kinda annoying sometime

⤷ y/n_leclerc No you’re not baby

kwontaeik So fucking sweet 😩

salvatore__ SAVE ME FROM THESE ROMANCETIC NON-FICTION

lovelana Their relationship should be written into a novel or something

⤷ salhwasooh_ Definitly, this literally came out of an romance novel

“marie: so so sorry for taking so long to post this!! i know this chap might be not the best chap but i’ll post more often after this sem end!”

[vanessalocke]

[FrUK fanfic] England's love confession plan

Pairing: France x England

Summary: How to love a tsundere

Warning: Implied r4pe/Non-con

Rate M for s3xual, dirty language and s*x jokes in fanfic. Very OOC.

Nationverse but not canonverse. In this universe, France and England's relationship with America, Canada and Sealand is father-papa and sons.

This is a fanfic I wrote in FrUK week two years ago. I read it again and found it interesting so I decided to translate it into English. Forgive my grammar, English is not my native language.

Original work (Vietnamese)

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Otaku guys often think that if you're in love with a tsundere, you'll get beaten up every day. The sad truth is, the person who will be beaten is not the love object of that unpredictable tsundere, but rather her/his love advisors.

This case is no exception.

"Oh dear!" Spain laughed and fell onto the table. "Are you saying that you still haven't dared to confess your love to France? Mom, this is the joke of the millennium!"

BOOM! A book shot like an arrow at Spain's head.

"I can't believe it, you guys have known each other for a thousand years." Prussia cried out in horror. "How can the British Empire be so cowardly-"

SMARSH! A heavy blow landed on Prussia's face. Germany heard the noise and hurriedly ran from the kitchen to the living room to take care of the bruises on his brother's face. Italy was about to comment something, but when he saw England's hand threateningly throw the heavy golf ball he picked up from nowhere into the air, then catch it and throw it again into the air, he remained silent.

"I humbled myself to tell you, no, you guys begged me to tell you my story, and yet you guys still act like clowns?"

"Didn't you beat someone because you were embarrassed about people exposing your feelings publicly-"

"Shut up, America, or I'll tell your boss to let you copy the US Constitution a hundred times by hand like last time."

"Nonsense! You told us your story, you asked us to give you advice, and then when we spoke, you beat us!" Germany cried out while sadly looking at his brother's bruised eye.

"Doesn't the whole European Union know that England is in love with a certain Frenchman so he can't hide it anymore-"

"And you better keep your mouth shut if you don't want to get hit by England again. You foul mouth!" Germany rolled his eyes and stuffed a piece of bread into Prussia's mouth.

"Come on, everyone calm down." Japan poured tea and placed the cup in front of England. "Drink a cup of tea, everything will be fine. Let Igirisu-san finish his story first."

"Oh my gosh, there's nothing to say." America pouted, his voice sarcastic. "When the (fake) apocalypse comes, they want to die together, they used to live in the same house, they used to hunt together, they have two children in North America, and every Christmas they go to each other's house to stay overnight, they even gave their house keys to each other. Then England said that he had never confessed his love. Oh my, if you haven't confessed your love yet, you know how helpless and useless you are in love."

"I'll tell your boss to let you copy the Constitution five hundred times by hand." England said through gritted teeth. "And I don't mind hitting you, if your boss allows it."

"Wait! Wait! I have a question!" Italy exclaimed. "If what America said was true, then these two should have slept together already??"

The atmosphere among the people there was very quiet. Yes. Everyone was convinced that these two guys had been sleeping together for a long time, but now they realized that if England hadn't confessed his love yet, there was no way they could sleep together. Or are they in a love-hate, friends-with-benefits relationship? Wow, does that mean England accidentally falls in love with his friend of benefit? If so, that's too pathetic, too pathetic.

All eyes in the room were excitedly focused on England, making England felt a bit down.

"He and I actually slept together, but we slept holding hands." England said bitterly as if he didn't want to admit this himself. "He never... um, had any conscious s*xual behavior with me."

"Then why the hell do America and I exist here!" Canada, almost invisible there, cried out through his fading. "Aren't we the best proof of your and papa's behavior? And Sealand too?"

"Ah uh, well, I said I've never had s*x while sober, not to mention I've never had s*x while drunk..." England's voice got smaller and smaller until it was no longer as loud as the sound of a mosquito. "There were only two, or three times. And every time we had s*x, we always had results, so what can we do now?"

Everyone let out a loud scream. Drunk s*x says a lot. On the one hand, it explains the skinship of these two guys as if they were about to lay pipe. On the one hand, it says that these two people have been "interacting" with each other but are not actually in a relationship.

Suddenly there was a sound of applause.

Two sounds.

Three sounds.

The whole room applauded.

England looked around bewilderedly. He didn't understand why these people were clapping and even looking at him with admiration.

"Amazing! So great!" Prussia sobbed.

"That's right! If we don't count a thousand years..." Spain continued. "No, for a country, a thousand years is just twenty years. If you don't take that amount of time into account, this is the first time I've seen someone unlock the achievement 'having children with his crush'."

"Living together as a couple! Being parents of three children!" Canada brought up the towel to blow his nose.

"Always sit together in meetings." Japan nodded.

"Of the three children, two of them were successful beyond expectations." Italy blew the toy trumpet.

"Just haven't confessed yet- hey, Canada, why are you stuffing a rag in my mouth?"

Before the loud applause of the people around him, England's cheeks turned pink. Well, even he didn't realize that he had come so far!

"Everyone is praising me too much. I'm so embarrassed. But wait, I came here so everyone can give me advice! I can't stay in this deadlock forever."

"I thought it was something big!" America replied bluntly, "This is easy to handle. All the times father and papa slept together was because you guys were drunk, right? Just do it!"

"America-san, you're a genius!" Japan flipped through some shady book that England didn't know the name of. When asked about it, Japan only said that it was a "reference document".

A plan to flirt and seduce France was drawn up. Everyone is excited about this plan, although we're never sure if it's because they really want these guys to become a couple or because they're bored and need to find something to entertain them.

***

Plan A, started when England invited all the Europeans to the pub after the meeting.

Everyone knew what he meant, so they all left. As a result, only England and France remained.

France was planning to go home. But Italy nudged France, whispering to him:

"Do you see that England is sad and has a lot to say?"

"No."

"You noticed. Look at that sad look."

"Isn't he about to sneeze?"

Italy had a deeply hurt look on his face. He burst into tears, desperately ran away, running and screaming. "Horrible! Cruel! Unbelievable! France is an idiot!!!"

England hesitantly approached France, reaching out to pull the Frenchman's shirt.

"What's wrong, are you hurting someone again?"

"No, Italy suddenly said a few words to me and then acted like that. Honestly, I don't understand anything."

"Yeah, you must be betraying someone else's feelings or something." England sulked and turned away. "Even your cousin you did the same."

"I didn't do that." France pinched England's cheek, making England's face turn red. "You always make random inferences and then accuse me wrongly."

Actually, England didn't think haphazardly. In fact, England knew that France was not the easygoing type, because if so, he would not have agreed to live with France for a while as a family with America and Canada. But England needed a reason to scold France.

As a matter of course, France couldn't bear to leave England alone, so he went to the pub with England. The reason was completely reasonable, France knew more than anyone else how violent England would become - destroying tables and chairs when he was drunk. He considered himself responsible for controlling England's madness.

However, there was something strange about England today. He had just drunk a little and was already drunk, then complained to France about his failed love relationship with a certain man whose name France did not know.

France would be jealous, right? Would he be jealous? Japan said that the motif of complaining about an old love will make the other person reveal whether they like us or not. If only he would have been jealous...

No, there was no jealousy here at all! France nodded with deep sympathy, even patting his shoulder and cooing... but wait, what is he sympathizing with?? Don't say... don't say that he has been with many other people so there is this sympathy here.

Now, somehow, the original plan was to make France jealous of England's ex, but now England was silently angry. Don't get angry! Calm down! Don't show jealousy!

England pretended to be drunk to the point of fainting, leaned his head on France's shoulder, then reached out to hug France's arm, rubbing his head against him, deliberately calling out another man's name.

"For men, it's hard to get past the word '色'! Your job is to take advantage of the touch and suggest the beast inside France to come out."

China said so. England thought it was reasonable, so he practiced like that. Just slap on the drunk label, after that, all the blame will be France's.

Surprisingly, France did not react at all. He calmly finished his glass of wine, then asked England.

"If you're so drunk, can you still go home by yourself?"

"Huh? No... come on, I'm not drunk!" England pretended to drawl, increasing his physical contact with France.

"Haizzz, it can't be helped. You should go home. I'll take you home." France sighed.

Great! England raised the flag in his stomach. Switch to plan B. On the road, he will stagger, unable to walk, and then France will have to carry him home on his back. Physical contact, breathing in the ear is an important factor to increase love!

"Don't..." England grabbed France's hand, lowering his voice. "Just... don't bring me home. My brother seeing me like that... won't like it..."

"So where should I take you now?"

"Some hotel room..."

France's hotel room, England's implied. He had to hint a bit because no one ever said it out loud.

"Okay, in the morning the receptionist accidentally assigned me a room with a double bed. You can lie on my bed and rest until morning and then go home." France nodded in agreement.

Of course it was. It was England who told the receptionist to arrange that room with a double bed for France.

England's arm was brought around France's shoulders. France helped him out of the wine table and then took him outside the bar. That's right, now France will carry him on his back...

"Hello, is there a taxi nearby? Please give me one." France said into the phone, surprising England.

A few minutes later, the damn taxi parked right in front of the two of them. France pulled England into the taxi, placed him gently on the seat, and even took off his coat to wrap him up neatly.

England wanted to curse. Of course he was happy to have France cover him with his coat, but damn it, this wasn't part of the plan!!!

The comforting thing was, England was cuddled in France's warm arms. Perhaps France was afraid he was cold. And best of all, despite the possibility that England could vomit at any moment, France still let England lay in his lap.

Actually, England could never stop loving France.

Okay. Go to plan C!

France took England to his hotel room. He carried England all the way from the taxi to the hotel room. Of course, England pretended to babble nonsense, called some guy's name that England didn't even know, and rubbed against France.

France understood England's s*xual solicitation body language to mean he was about to go crazy and destroy everything. Thinking so, France immediately took a cloth rope he pulled from somewhere and tied England's arms and legs and carried him on his shoulders just like the old days when he came back from hunting and carried a wild boar on his shoulders.

"... Hey, where did you get these ropes from?" England asked France. In his mind, England began to explain all kinds of cases, the one that England believed most was that these ropes were France's favorite tool in bed.

France's answer made England unpredictable.

"Ah yes, that time my boss locked me in my room so I tore off the bed sheet and tied it into a cloth rope to throw down from the window." France answered.

"... I believe it for now."

"No one forced you to believe it. It sounds like a wife interrogating her husband." France said jokingly. But the truth is, England was intending to interrogate France.

England was brought by France to his room, placed on the bed, and then France proceeded to untie each knot on England's legs and arms.

As soon as his arms and legs were free, England pushed France onto the bed and kissed France's face.

"Hey! What are you doing??" France cried out in panic before England locked his mouth.

"S*x, nothing else! You're asking too much!" England said, unbuttoning each button of his shirt.

Thinking that he wasn't acting well enough, England tried calling out the name of his imaginary ex-lover while groping France's body.

"No no, the person you want to have s*x with is him, not me." France cried without tears. "You're drunk. Please sober up."

"You don't understand, you..." England suddenly felt angry. But he quickly cooled down and wrote a tragic story. "During the time I spent with him, I always thought of you, Francis. I felt extremely sorry for him. When he found out that I always missed you, we broke up."

"What does that mean?" France tried to pretend he didn't understand anything.

"IT MEANS I LIKE YOU, YOU IDIOT!!!" England shouted. "I DON'T WANT TO HAVE S*X WITH ANYONE BUT YOU! NOW TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS, QUICKLY!!"

"I WILL NOT TAKE OFF!!" France shouted back. "YOU RUDE, YOU CAN'T MAKE SOMEONE HAVE S*X WITH YOU THIS WAY!!"

"WHO CARES!!"

"I WILL TELL YOUR BROTHER!!"

"WHAT WILL YOU TELL??"

"THAT YOU PUT ME ON THE BED, FORCED ME TO TAKE OFF MY PANTS!!"

"YES THE DOGS MAY WILL BELIEVE!! THIS IS YOUR ROOM!! HE WILL BELIEVE THAT YOU ARE TRYING TO PLAY A TAKE ON ME!!"

"YOU BASTARD!!" France spoke up. "ARE YOU GOING TO USE THIS TO BLACKMAIL ME??"

"I DON'T INTEND TO BLACKMAIL YOU!! WHY DO YOU KEEP THINKING SO BAD ABOUT ME?"

"IT'S BETTER THAN YOU ALWAYS THINK I'M A BASTARD CHEATING EVERYONE!!"

"WHATEVER, TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS!"

"YOU RUDE!! PUT YOUR COCK IN YOUR PANTS!"

"THIS IS NOT THE FIRST TIME YOU AND ME ARE DOING THIS TOGETHER! AND NOW YOU ARE STILL SHOWING DIGNITY?!"

"WE WERE DRUNK AT THAT TIME!!"

"THEN NOW I'M SO DRUNKY HERE!!"

"BUT I DON'T!! F*CK IT, I DON'T WANT TO GO TO JAIL!!!"

"YOU COWARD! WEAK COCK!"

"BETWEEN HAVING A WEAK COCK AND BEING IN PRISON, I WISH TO HAVE A WEAK COCK!!" France declared eloquently.

On the other side of the wall, right in the room next to France's hotel room, there was a group of people listening to their curses.

"They're so loud that we don't even have to strain our ears to hear them." Italy gasped in admiration. "We don't have to keep our voices down because their voices drown out ours."

"Hey China, have you ever seen a wrestling match as dramatic as this?" America asked the person next to him.

"Ho ho ho, the boy asked a good question." China nodded. "Of course not."

"Oh dear, I want to write a memoir about this passionate night so much." Prussia smacked his lips.

"I don't want England to burn down our house." Germany muttered.

"Wait Germany, why is a serious young man like you following us here?" Spain was startled to notice Germany's existence.

"We sell corn here, produced by a Dutch company." Belgium classifieds.

"Wow, it's so expensive. My place makes it both better and cheaper." Japan grimaced as he ate his first piece of popcorn.

Return to France's side of the room. I don't know when, what was a s*xual solicitation approaching r*pe, turned into a real wrestling match without the people involved even knowing what the hell they were wrestling for.

With the intoxication already in his body, England soon became tired, and collapsed before France.

Looking at England lying exhausted on him, France tried to pat England's face a little. There was no reaction. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and hugged England into his arms, stroking his head and comforting him. Well, he always liked England lying in his arms like this.

France took off England's shoes and tie, and carefully covered England with a blanket. He went into the bathroom to shower, change into pajamas, then returned to the bed to lie next to England.

"I don't care if I go to jail or not. You even called me a coward! You stupid caterpillar, who do you think I am?" France leaned down and kissed England's forehead. "Whether there's a law or not, when you're drunk, I won't do anything to you!"

France turned off the light, leaned closer to England and wrapped his arms around him. Soon, France's breathing gradually became regular. In the darkness, the red color gradually brightened up to England's ears.

Okay, England told himself, the next morning, he would pretend to forget everything that happened tonight, and give France a bouquet of flowers, or a meal at the most luxurious restaurant in London. Of course there will only be two people. At that time, England will be the most polite and civilized gentleman in the world, no longer the drunk guy who forced France to take off his pants like tonight.

France will certainly be very pleased.

As expected, if you want to confess your love to someone, be a bit dignified and polite.

And the group of love strategists on the other side. Well, actually, they were all planning to get away before the British tsundere unleash his wrath on them. It's okay, being punched by the British Empire and watching an entertaining scene like this is worth it to them.

As for America, he didn’t want to return to his country, nor was he afraid of anything. Leaving the hotel, he continued to stay in London all night and had a good time.

Because, learning from last time's experience, he hired students to hand-copy more than two thousand copies of the US Constitution for him. With two thousand copies of the Constitution in hand, he was no longer afraid of copying punishments.

That's because America hadn't considered that England will whisper loudly to the US President about forcing him to copy The Gettysburg Address a thousand times as a fine, but that's a story for later.

Tonight, while England is still resting comfortably in France's arms, let America make all the money in London's casinos with his childlike joy filled with happiness.

_The End_

Author’s note: As you may have realized (or not), this is a text rife with sarcasm.

[mwuaferrari]

COME BACK...BE HERE CHARLES LECLERC

summary: charles and grace have been a couple for almost 8 years, but f1 and time as a couple are not compatible, making her be devastated every night for not having him by her side.

pairing: charles leclerc x grace (reader)

words: 3.4K

warning: angst but with a happy ending. some bad words maybe. reference to sex, but nothing happens. and as I told you before, english is not my native language, so any spelling or writing error is the fault of the translator.

notes: i added verses from elton john's “don't go breaking my heart”, but the story is still based on taylor swift's “come back be here”.

tags: @midnightric @dan3avacado (if you want to be tagged in the next stories, let me know in the comments! <3)

Remember that you can find the list of songs and the previous imagines here :)

Enjoy, C

Charles and I have known each other forever. Our moms have been best friends since they were little girls, so our families are very close. And that's how we basically grew up together, we saw the world together, and at some point in our adolescence we started to develop feelings for each other. 

When he was 17 and I was 16, he asked me to be his girlfriend, and that's when we began a relationship that lasted for years. It was a beautiful love, everyone thought we were soul mates, our mothers said "we always knew you would end up together". But something broke between us. 

Charles began his career at a very young age when he was 7 years old when he competed in karting races and from then on he has not stopped until today in Formula 1. Obviously I am very happy and proud to see how far he has come, but he has measured that he has been rising in his career, he has been having less and less time for his personal life itself, for his family, his friends, for me...

**

Light streaming through the curtains hits me directly in the face. I slowly open my eyes, reach my arm across the bed only to find the pile of crumpled blankets and a Ferrari hoodie as the only trace of Charles. I sit up a little in bed as I rub my eyes and see a small note. 

Love, I know I promised you that we could spend the day together. But my communications manager sent me a message saying that I would have to get to London earlier for a couple of interviews that weren't scheduled :( I'm so sorry. I didn't want to wake you up to say goodbye properly because it was so late and I know you were tired. Text me when you're awake and have read this. 

Love you, Charles.

I sit on the bed, reach for Charles's hoodie and take him in my arms. I inhale to catch the scent of his perfume. Seconds later I feel tears running down my cheeks and wetting the garment that I hold even tighter. 

We barely made the most of our time together. I had planned some things for both of us to enjoy today. I felt like my heart was breaking into pieces every time this happened, I hated needing him the way I needed him, I hated missing him the way I missed him. 

I didn't call or text him that day as he had asked in the little note he left on my bed that morning. Throughout that day, I did alone all the plans I had for us together, until the night came. 

Wearing Charles's hoodie, I curled up on my bed as I checked my cell phone. As expected, I had some messages and calls from Charles, also some from Pierre (which I assumed was Charles too, but from his friend's phone).

When I had some time and I could travel with him to accompany him to his races, we were invited to the after-race parties. He knew I hated parties, he knew I hated crowds, but I still convinced him that I would be fine and that I could handle it. But as soon as we were there, it would only be a few minutes and he would take me out of the place. We'd get in his car and he'd drive anywhere, he always had a special place. With the window open, the wind ruffling my hair.

Devastated, I remembered our times together. With Charles everything was different, everything was special, he made me feel special and loved. 

Just as I had done all day, I kept crying and crying, remembering our times together. This wasn't fair, why did everything have to be so difficult. I loved him, of course I loved him, but his distance hurt me. 

Days passed and I was still depressed at home. My routine was to get up, shower and go back to bed. But I couldn't go on like this, I had to get on with my life, so I drew strength from where I didn't know I had it and tried to get out of my state of depression. 

Before Charles arrived in my city that day, my boss had summoned me to his office to tell me that he was downsizing, making the decision to fire me. So now I am jobless.

I graduated in communication and public relations at the International University of Monaco, and since then I have been working in the same company. Maybe fate wants me to change places, after all it was not the best environment and I did not feel comfortable in that place.

That day I got up early, took a shower and had a good breakfast. With a couple of copies of my resume in hand and a bag slung over my shoulder, I wait for my friend at my front door. I could go alone to look for a job, but she refused me to go alone, saying that then we could also spend time together. 

We went all over the city leaving my resume in all the places where we thought they might need my services. We were very tired, so after being there since 7:30 in the morning and now it was almost 5 in the afternoon, she would take me home in her car while we had a coffee that we went to buy at a Starbucks on the road.

We were talking about random stuff with the music on the radio in the background when suddenly I heard the first chords of that song. Our song. 

Don´t Go Breaking My Heart. Charles and I used to always sing it and it was our favorite to play at karaoke. He sang the Elton John part and I sang the Kiki Dee part.

“Nobody told us 'cause nobody showed us. Now it's up to us babe. Whoa I think we can make it.”

No one told us this was going to be this hard, no one told me I'd miss him the way I miss him. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he would arrive, either with a message or better yet, seeing him in person, and it made my hope in our relationship reappear. We could do this, I could do this.

“So don't misunderstand me, you put the light in my life. Oh, you put the spark to the flame.”

—Grace, are you ok?— La voz de mi amiga me sacó rápidamente de mis pensamientos.

—Yes, everything is completely fine. 

—Are you sure? I see you a little… gone. Don't worry, you'll find a job soon.— Sure, she didn't know about Charles. I hadn't talked about it with anyone. — And if you need help with money, please don't hesitate to…

—I know, and I really appreciate it, Luna.

…

When I finally got home, I took a short shower and put on comfortable clothes. I sat on the couch to watch some TV, when I suddenly remember seeing a text from my mom, so I grabbed my phone to answer her.

mom<3: hi honey, why don’t you answer my calls? are you busy?

me: hey mom, yes, i was a bit busy sorry

mom<3: are you ok?

me: i'm completely fine, why the question?

mom<3: charles called me to ask how you were. Did something happen with him? You know you can trust me, right?

Now I understand.

me: everything is fine, don't worry

Obviously she wasn't going to believe me. So that same day at night while I was heating water to make me a tea, I heard the doorbell ring. I walk to the door at a fast pace, and when I open it I find my mother and Charles's mother on the other side, with some bags that gave off an exquisite smell. 

—Mom, Pascale... what are you doing here?

—Can we come in?— My mom asked with a smile.

—Please come in.— When they walk in, they both give me some hugs that last longer than usual. 

Yes, this definitely had something to do with the conversation with my mother earlier. 

—What do they bring there? It smells delicious.— I tell them as I close the door behind us and we walk into the living room. 

—We brought some pasta from the restaurant that you like so we can have dinner together, it's been a long time since we spent time together, don't you think, honey?— Pascale said with a smile. 

—It's true, yes. 

—Are you hungry baby?

—Starving. 

So the three of us headed to the dining room. I took the forks and napkins to put them on the table. 

—What do you want for a drink, ladies? I have some wine…— I tell them as I raise the bottle of wine in the air. 

—Please, what would this pasta be without a glass of wine? Bring that please. 

I put on some music and we started eating. I sighed when I took the first bite. It's been a while since I ate this pasta, with Charles we always used to go when we had time... 

—So honey…— Charles's mother said after taking a sip of her wine. I was sitting at the head of the table and the two of them at my sides. 

—I love you two with all my heart and I love that you're here with me, but I need to know the specific reason you're here.— Of course I knew the reason, but I needed them to tell me.

—Charles told me you haven't been answering his calls or texts since he left.— And he told us that he left without saying goodbye, that maybe the reason because you're mad.— Pascale says. 

—Yes.— I said simply. 

—It's more than that, isn't it?...—It was my mom, she knew me like the back of her hand. It wasn't worth lying to her anyway, one way or another she would find out. 

—What happens is…— I look at the ceiling and take a slow breath.— Yes, it's more than that. I'm not mad at him because he left without saying goodbye, I'm not even mad at him. It's something that's been around for a while, it's just… I miss him a lot.— With the last sentence, I feel my voice break. My mother puts her hand on mine.— I'm so proud of him, where he is now. But I feel alone, we hardly see each other because his schedule doesn't allow it. And I don't know how to tell him, because it's not like he can do anything about it. It's his job and I'm not going to stop him from following his dream or anything. But sometimes I think that we should…— I fall silent. I refuse to think that it's best that we end our relationship and go our separate ways. I can't even say it out loud

—We understand you dear, we only want the best for you two, always. And if you ever want to take different paths because you think it's the best decision, we'll support you.— Now Pascale places her hand on my free hand. 

—I don’t want to do that. I love him so much.— I finally break as tears fall down my cheeks. They both quickly pull their chairs closer to me and cover me with their arms. And I cry. First time I've talked about this with someone, I always kept it to myself because I thought it was silly and that I would soon get over it, I thought everything would get better. 

Calming my tears little by little and drinking the glass of water that Pascale brought me, we slowly return to our conversation. 

—And what did you do today? 

—Oh, I've been in the street since morning. Luna accompanied me to leave my resume to many places and… 

—Did you get fired from your job?— My mother asked. 

—Yes, but don't worry. I know someone will hire me soon, and I have money saved anyway, so I'll be fine.

—Yes, you'll be fine.

After that exquisite dinner and an emotional release with feelings that I had kept for a long time, both women left my house, leaving me alone again. I finally decide to send a message to Charles. 

me to charlie <3: did you send our moms to check on me? 

charlie<3 to me: you got me 

me to charlie <3: I appreciate it

me to charlie <3: I'm sorry I haven't answered you all these days. I'm not mad at you sweetheart, I just haven't been well and I didn't want to talk to anyone. 

I did not want to talk to him. 

charlie<3 to me: what happened peach? do you want me to call you? I have a time now 

me to charlie <3: don't worry, it's something I'd like to talk about in person anyway 

charlie<3 to me: do you want to break up with me? Hahaha

I swallowed at the thought. 

me to charlie <3: no 

charlie<3 to me: we'll be together sooner than you think, you'll see.

…

It was august, which meant that Formula 1 was beginning its summer break until the next race in Belgium, which was later that same month. 

So now Pascale, Arthur, the Leclercs' younger brother, and I were at the airport waiting for Charles to arrive. I couldn't stay still in my place, stamping my foot on the ground, biting my lower lip and my nails.

—I thought you had already kicked that bad habit, girl.— Pascale tells me as she moves my hands away from my mouth.— Don't worry, he told me he's almost here.— That clearly didn't help my nerves rise. Next to me I felt Arthur giving me a gentle push. 

—Speaking of the king of Rome.—And here he came. He was walking towards us with a big smile on his face. A cart with a couple of suitcases on it. 

—Son, my love. I missed you so much.— Pascale quickly wrapped her son in her arms as she placed kisses all over his face. 

—I missed you too mom, you have no idea how much.

Then Arthur followed. They both hugged each other along with strong friendly pats on the other's back. 

And finally he got to me. He stood in front of me and looked me in the eye. He brought his hand up to my cheek and I immediately sank into his touch, like a puppy being petted by its owner. 

—Hey.— It was all it took to pull me into his arms. He breathed a sigh of relief into my hair. Being taller than me, I was standing on the tip of my feet, with my arms around his neck and my face barely reaching to rest on his shoulder. We parted slightly from the hug and he took my face in his hands to leave a sweet kiss on my lips. I was not a big fan of showing affection in public, and even less so in front of his family. So the kiss lasted only a few short seconds before we parted ways. 

—Yuck.— We hear Arthur say next to us, who had already taken the cart that Charles had before. 

—Arthur.— His mother scolded him.— Are you ready to go home?

Charles nods as he takes my hand and strokes it gently.

…

That same night, we all went to dinner at a fancy restaurant that Charles himself had booked. With us were some of his cousins, some aunts and uncles, and my parents. 

Sitting next to me, Charles squeezed my thigh under the table while he had a conversation with one of his uncles and I laughed at a joke Arthur had made. 

Suddenly I feel the lack of warmth on my thigh as Charles pulls his hand away from me, only seconds later to hear him speak. 

—I would like to make a toast.— he exclaims and immediately has the attention of everyone at the table.— I want everyone to raise their glasses, I want to thank, first of all, the two women that I have at my sides.To my mom, who always knows what to say every time I feel bad, without her I would have given up a long time ago. And also to my girlfriend, who has accompanied me since I was a child and has not left my side since. But I still thank each one of you for being here in the first place, and for always being with me when I have needed it. The place where I am now is thanks to all of you, I really thank you from the bottom of my heart. 

After that toast, Charles asks me to join him for a breather and I immediately follow. He takes my hand as he leads us both out. 

He sits on a bench outside and pulls my arm so I can sit on his lap. With my hands resting on his chest, one of his hands on my waist and the other brushing my hair.

—We haven't been able to get time to ourselves since I got here, how are you sweetheart?— Despite the darkness, I can see the sparkle in his eyes and the moonlight reflected in them. 

—Better now that you're here.

—Don't you have anything to say to me?

—No.— Now I put both of my hands on his face to pull him closer to me and kiss him. It is a slow, passionate kiss, but not too much. I hear him sigh over my mouth and I feel butterflies in my stomach. I run one of my hands from his jaw to the back of his neck to lovingly play with his hair. His hands on my hips leaving caresses with his fingers.— I missed you so much. 

—I know you got fired from your job.— he said as soon as we parted a few inches. I frowned at him.— Mom told me.

—Oh.— I say simply. 

—Why you didn’t tell me? 

—I didn't want to distract you from your work, and I can handle it on my own anyway, honestly.

—I know that you can handle it. But it's something important, you could have told me. You will never, hey, listen to me.—He takes my face with both of his hands so that I look directly into his eyes.—You will never be a bother to me. 

—Charles, about that… 

—Tell me sweetheart. 

—You know, I was just thinking about us, and… 

—Hey, lovebirds.— Arthur's voice brings our conversation to an end.— I don't like being the third wheel, but my mom and my uncle inside are singing karaoke and I was a little embarrassed. 

—Did you say karaoke?— I asked as I got up from Charles's legs, completely forgetting the previous topic of conversation, as if I hadn't been about to tell him that I intended to end our relationship.— Come on, come on, pleeeeease.

Charles just laughs and follows me as I excitedly walk into the store. 

—Thanks for leaving me alone!— Arthur says. 

—You should get yourself a girlfriend, brother.— Charles manages to say before we enter. 

… 

Two days later, Charles and I were on our way to the airport. The Monegasque had prepared a trip for the two of us where we would tour Latin America with some of his friends, starting with Cancún Mexico, Peru, Colombia and ending in Brazil. 

My parents were taking us to the airport, so we had already said goodbye to Charles's family. 

—I want you to take good care of yourselves, please. Call me when you can to tell me how you are and if everything's alright.— My mother says as she watches us in the rearview mirror.

—And please use a condom. I don't really like the idea of ​​being called grandfather, I'm still too young for that.— My dad finishes. 

—Dad…— I say, embarrassed to talk about sexual matters with them. 

—I'm serious. 

When we got to the airport, the goodbye (my mom's specifically) was a bit dramatic. When she finally set us free, the paperwork for us to get on the plane didn't take long. 

The next thing I knew, we were already landing in Cancun. I yawn and look to my right to see Charles sleeping passively. 

—Charles, baby.— I shake him gently until he wakes up.— We're about to land.

Already in the place, a friend of Charles received us and took us to our cabin where we would stay for 4 days before continuing our trip. 

He and his friends rented a large space with a couple of cabins with access to a lagoon and that was also close to the beach. Our cabin was a bit away from his friends' cabin “so that we have more time alone” (Charles's words). 

Now we were all on a yacht in the middle of the beach. The place was beautiful. Charles and I were resting in the sun after getting in the water and being there for a long time. Our bodies side by side a few inches apart, our hands joined as he caressed mine with his thumb. 

—Everything okay baby?

—Everything is excellent, I love this place. 

—You know, I wanted to tell you something. I really didn't want to tell you until I'm completely sure it can come true, but anyway I want to tell you as soon as possible so you can take your time to think about it… You know my communications assistant, right? 

—Of course, Emma, ​​she is lovely.

I watch as Charles sits up and looks at me. I copy his action, now facing each other.

—Yes, good. You know that she is old, so this is her last semester in Formula 1 since she is going to retire. 

—Oh.

—Whether. Well I know this is going to sound crazy, don't panic. It was something that I discussed with the team and the head of the communications department. I told him about you, and he told me that it would be a good idea for you to take Emma's place... 

I was stunned. I opened my mouth and closed it again, wanting to say something, but nothing came out. 

—Please, don't panic, I know it sounds crazy. In the event that you accept, since you are not required to do so, It would include a process so that you can progressively include yourself in the team before Emma leaves. 

—Charles… 

He reaches for my hands.

—Grace, think about it… It's a great job offer. And besides, you and I could spend so much time together, it would be a dream for me to be able to see you whenever I want, all the time. It is a torment for me to have you so far away every day. 

—I'm not going to lie to you, Charles, what you're telling me is a bit scary for me. Totally changing my routine, reaching out to a whole new group of workers…Will they like me? Will I be good enough? Do you think I can...? 

—Hey hey, I know it's scary, but my advice is don't think about it so much, don't let those negative ideas eat you up. You are magnificent at your work, you always have been. And besides, how could they not like you? You are the sweetest, kindest and funniest person I know…

I walk over to place a chaste kiss on his lips. 

—I'll think about it Charles, I promise.

…

 In a blink of an eye, our trip was already over. Which meant there was only a week left until Charles had to go back to the reality of him in Formula 1, and I would have to go back to my reality of being away from him. 

I had thought about what Charles had told me, and I had thought about it a lot. Even my anxiety sometimes wouldn't let me sleep at night thinking about it. Did I want to accept? Of course. But it was impossible not to feel fear. Besides, there's a good chance someone else deserves the job a lot more than I do. 

This last week was planned to stay with Charles and his family. So while we unpack, Pascale is sitting on Charles's bed as she listens to some of the events of our trip. 

—I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Now I leave you alone. You must be very tired. I'll call you when dinner's ready.— And just like that, Pascale leaves the room, closing the door behind her. 

Charles sighs as he closes his already empty suitcase and sets it aside. He now sits next to me to help me finish taking out my clothes. 

—No need Charles, if you want you can sleep while I finish. Anyway, I don't have much left. 

—No, it's okay, I'll help you.— So we started unpacking. Silence filled the room, I could almost hear Charles's heart beating. It was time to talk about it, it was now or never. 

—I was thinking…— I started. Charles looked up to put all his attention on me.— You know, Charles, lately I've been thinking a lot about this, about us. I think… we both haven't had a very good time being away from each other for so long. Every time you take that plane that takes you away from me, I only keep half of my heart, because the other half leaves with you. And I am devastated. At first I thought it was something I could handle but the feelings were very strong. I never talked about this with anyone until that day when your mom and mine came to see me, I finally broke down and told them everything. Many ideas went through my head, I thought that perhaps the best thing was for us to separate.

—No, Grace, you, I…— Charles quickly cuts me off, scared. Still both on the floor, with the suitcase between us, I crawl around it until I reach him and take his face in my hands. 

—I love you Charles, I love you so much it hurts.— I whisper inches from his face. 

—I love you too, I love you so much that if you think you'll be better off if we end this, I'll accept it.— Just whispers, looking down at his hands. My heart will break, but I'll get over it in time, don't worry. And we can still be friends after all. 

—I don't want you to get over me, Charles. I don't want this to end, ever.— He looks up again.— You're the love of my life. 

—And you are the love of my life.— 

—And then, I was also thinking about what you told me about working as your communications assistant… I still have many insecurities about it, and it is something that has not allowed me to be calm. But…then I think I should heed your advice, and go for it, give it a try. 

—Yes, I told you so.— I see a small smile appear on his beautiful face. 

—And so I thought it would be nice if I accepted it.

—Tell me you're not kidding... 

—I'm not kidding Charles. 

—Are you sure? 

—Very sure. I go to everything with you, together. 

And suddenly, Charles gets up from the floor abruptly making me freak out. 

—Fuck, I can't find my phone. I have to call John now.— He walks around the room looking for the device. Then I get up and reach for Charles, hugging him from behind.

—I think it would be best if you call him tomorrow, there's still time.— He quickly relaxes into my touch. 

—You're right, I'd better wait until tomorrow. 

—How about we take a nap now?— I tell him as he turns to look at me. 

—Whatever you say, love of my life.

…

NOTE: You know, I really want to write a second part. I still don't know what song to inspire me with, maybe "lover", "paper rings" or some other (you can leave me recommendations in the comments if you like). But it would be to follow the story of Charles and Grace as they work together…situations in the paddock, lots of love. And maybe add some appearance from mick and inez (the story where she is an f1 journalist). What do you think?

[olderthannetfic]

Full disclaimer, I'm a monolingual American from a privileged background (though I suspect that much would be pretty obvious frim reading).

I think part of the reason Americans always act like everything should be translated not just to English, but to American English is because up until very recently, almost everything WAS "translated" for us.

We Americans are so babied about language & culture, it's embarrassing. The Harry Potter books had to be "translated" because apparently we couldn't be trusted to figure out that a jumper was a sweater. I heard about an author of a true crime book just last year complaining about how "mum" had to be changed to "mom" for US release.

Then there's the American idea of exceptionalism which shows up not just as "we're the best, why would you want anything else?" but also as "wow, how weird are you for liking something that's FOREIGN?" At least when I was growing up, if you watched or read stuff in any other European language you're a snob. If you like anything from Asia you're a weirdo. (Of course, during my formative years, I was implicitly taught that Africa and South America did not produce any media worth consuming. If they had, clearly it would have been on TV because American TV had the best of everything /sarcasm)

Like when I got into anime in the 90s, Sailor Moon episode sequences had to be mirrored so american kids wouldn't get confused about the cars driving on the wrong side of the road, half the characters in anime were constantly eating "jelly donuts" because we apparently had no chance of comprehending rice balls. I was freaking astounded when Netflix started hosting K dramas with only subtitles, no dubs. Just the other week I was watching an anime that actually kept the honorifics in the dubbed version and my jaw dropped because I remember my friends and I (pre-speedy internet) trying to parse mysterious words like "chan" and "kun." My well educated and generally liberal father reacted to my announcement that I was going to study Japanese in college (10 years ago) by listing the war crimes committed by Japan in WW2 (tell me you have a white American dad without telling me you have a white American dad 🙄).

It's also the way foreign languages are taught in US schools. Not just the fact that we start late, but that it's rarely viewed as a priority. I distinctly remember thinking "why am I learning French? Even if I ever go to France I'm only gonna visit for like a week, definitely not enough to need a whole language." There was almost no effort made to explain that 1) there are other countries that speak French, 2) there are people IN THE US who speak French as a first language and 3) you'll have a much better time overseas if you don't come off as a dumb American tourist. Culture being tied to language was never addressed at all. And I went to a well funded private high school where half the teachers held PhDs with language teachers were native speakers. (Actually I think it was one of my French teachers who explained that we 15 year olds were too old to really learn a language successfully, so that's awesome)

Do not get me wrong, this is not an excuse for Americans being, ya know, American about language and cultural literacy. But this is not an easy mentality to shake and pointing it out to a lot of your fellow Americans will get you a rant about how ungrateful you are for "attacking" the best country in the world. Sometimes I look back on the kind of cultural censorship that is so damn prevalent even now and it gives me a headache because this whole country feels like a cult sometimes. I wish I could have studied language earlier in life, I wish I would have seen it as more than just a graduation requirement, and I wish I had the time to prioritize it now, but I didn't and I can't.

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[o0par0o]

Seven Days(1)

It’s a fanfic for the film Annette , a story about Annette and the conductor(rip).

This fic has 9 chapters in total. English isn’t my native language, I wrote it in Chinese originally and I'm slowly translating it into English. I'll finish the translation as soon as I can (if there are actually people reading it)(I’ll finish it anyway:’D).

My phrases have a bit of a Chinese-writing habit, so if anything sounds odd in English or you've got any thoughts about this fic, or or or if you like this fic, please let me know!

(Simon Helberg was incredibly hot in this film I love his role so much and he’s a perfect male mom😭💕)

AO3

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Summary:

Whether you like it or not, memories and love naturally fade with time. But then, your mind may play a cruel trick, bringing them back like a tidal wave that hits you with a force even stronger than before.

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1.Dream

She only had to lift her head to see that face, now somewhat blurred in her memory. It was a face that had been a constant throughout her childhood and adolescence, supporting her through countless moments of despair and anxiety, yet also breaking her heart—a face that was both familiar and strange.

She knew she was dreaming again. The room's lighting was the same warm yellow she remembered, a comforting glow that flowed like liquid through the space, enveloping everything in sight. The ambient sounds were distorted, as if an old tape recording was pressing against her eardrums.

Her perspective was a bit low, and the warmth against her back was deeply relaxing. Without thinking, she moved her hand up and wiggled her fingers—a hand that looked so tiny, just like when she was a kid. It felt like she was back in those days, sitting on his lap, leaning against his chest, which was not broad, but it was enough.

Annette looked up at the face she had missed so much; it was so close that if she raised her hand, she could touch it. From this angle, she first saw the slender chin, then the tightly pressed lips, the straight nose bridge, and only then could she glimpse the eyes from an obscure angle. He seemed to be reading a book, his eyelashes casting little shadows and sparkles of light as they extended from his eyelids. His face was bathed in the warm light. She couldn't resist reaching out to touch it; her small hand pressed against his chin. The beard pricked her palm, slightly itchy yet soft, convincingly real, just as she remembered.

Perhaps everything happening now is real. Perhaps she had just woken from a long and vivid nightmare. Perhaps, after all these years of trying so hard to become a mentally healthy person, the universe has decided to reward her by returning what she had lost.

Her touch drew his attention away from the book. He closed it and placed it on the coffee table, gently cupping her tiny hand against his face, smiling at her with eyes that softened from their previous focus. This look was reserved only for her.

She used to be good at reading the emotions behind people's expressions when she was just a little kid. She often secretly observed him, always noticing the sadness on his face. He would frequently stare into nothing, his eyelashes drooping, while that sadness sparkled at the corners of his eyes. She could tell he was sad, but she didn't know why. Usually, when he caught her looking, his eyes would gradually warm and become soft once more.

"Sleep well?"

At this age, she probably hadn't started speaking yet. She didn't want to frighten him, not just now. So, she just nodded, silently gazing at him, trying to etch every detail of his features into her mind. But the watery light distorted her vision, blurring her sight. She felt like crying, telling him how much she missed him, but she held back; all she wanted at that moment was to memorize his face.

"What’s wrong? Staring at me like that, did you just have a dream?"

His fingers gently massaged her brow, smoothing out the furrow. The touch was light, with the feel of calluses from playing the piano, and warmth spread from his fingertips to her forehead.

She knew she must have looked odd at that moment, her expression far from what a little girl her age typically had. But she couldn't help it. She caught his hand on her forehead, opened it, and pressed it to her cheek, feeling the lines of his palm, his warmth. She had missed this warmth for too long.

He didn't pull away, but comforted her with gentle caresses, tucking her hair behind her ear.

She snuggled into his arms, pressing against his palm, and wished he would hold her even tighter. She felt safe in his embrace, just as she had during their tours when they'd flown together, or when he'd comfort her to sleep on nights her father was out drinking. She remembered the security she felt during stormy nights when fear gripped her, and the affectionate moments when she'd asked for a cuddle simply because she wanted to be spoiled. Whenever she needed him, he was always there, his warm body enveloping her, his slender chest rising and falling with every breath. His heart beat steadily, a reassuring rhythm inside his chest.

“It’s okay, I’m here. I will never leave you, Annette.”

This was everything she cherished. Since that stormy night when her mom sunk in a shipwreck, she felt like she had been adrift in the turbulent waves, and the man who liked his drinks so much could never fulfill the role of a father. But he was there, a man with no blood relation to her, and even though he was slimmer than her mother, he gave her all the love and safety he could, like a life jacket keeping her safe.

Annette dreams of him frequently now. At night, the dreams gave her back everything she once had, then took it all away the moment she had opened her eyes. She remembered the warm yellow light, the distorted vision, the face she longed for, the prickle of his beard, the warmth of his palm, the heartbeat, and his promise never to leave.

“Liar.”

Annette whispered this and turned over to bury her face in the pillow, regretting her words as soon as they were out. Her fingers twisted together beneath the pillow. She didn’t want to blame him; it tore at her heart as if she had done something terribly wrong. It wasn’t fair to him; he hadn’t left by choice. How could it be his fault?

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry...” Her voice was barely a sigh. “I didn’t mean to blame you.”

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tbc

[holofoiltowercard]

The Journey of The Tarot Haiku

VI: The Lovers - Love of Tarot

When I first jotted down my plan to make one update a day based on the Fool's Journey, I was a little unsure about what to do for The Lovers vis a vis my book project, as shown by my notebook saying "love... of Tarot?" next to it. Even as I am typing up this post, I'm not sure yet how to connect it to the book (what more is there to say beyond the fact that it is a labor of love!), but I am committed to the pattern I have chosen, so today I'll talk about my love for the Tarot, and the Tarot decks I have, since a Tarot reading and their Tarot deck(s) is sort of a love story, isn't it?

So, I really love the Tarot, it is so fascinating. The systems, the stories, the way it really captures the energy, how accurate it is when you focus on it. I said earlier that I have always loved cards and thought there was something magical about a deck of cards, each having its own unique meaning and energy. It really was made for someone like me, who keeps wanting to explore it and apply it in various ways. I have literally just published a book, the hardcover went live exactly a week ago, and already I am thinking about what might be my next Tarot-related project. It is captivating and will probably keep me busy for the years to come.

And now for my Tarot decks, of which I so far have five. For comparison, I chose the same ten cards to show off each - 0: The Fool, Ace of Cups, Four of Wands, Seven of Swords, Ten of Pentacles, XXI: The World, Page of Cups, Knight of Wands, Queen of Swords and King of Pentacles.

My first deck was The Type Tarot, and when I do readings where I have to ask the questions in English, this deck makes me feel the most confident to do so. I really love the word-heavy design and I'm so happy I started with this one.

I do have a Rider Waite deck as well, with the card names translated into Hungarian, and whenever I do quick readings for myself, I like to take it out and speak my questions in my native language.

My next deck was The Crystal Tarot illustrated by Italian artist Elisabetta Trevisan, whose artwork immediately captivated me. To this day I consider it the most beautiful Tarot Deck I have ever seen, and if I could purchase prints of the artwork for my walls, I would.

I also purchased The Sorcerer's Tarot because the fairy tale type illustrations appealed to me, and got a fun surprise when I saw just how adventurous and dare I say, saucy the deck was when I laid out all the cards. It is an absolute treat.

Last but not least, I also have been privileged to receive a Tarot deck as a gift. One of my mom's friends used to read Tarot, and when she heard I was studying it, she brought her decks over to show them to me. I looked through about a dozen decks I have never seen before, and many were beautiful and intricate, but there was only one that immediately grabbed me: Tarot de la nueva visión, which features the original Rider Waite illustrations from behind. It was such a fresh perspective that I could not stop admiring the cards, and my mom's friend kindly gifted it to me.

(One day I would love to also own The Urban Tarot, whenever I have the means.)

Needless to say, these Tarot decks helped me immensely in my studies, and they have been invaluable in my journey to write the poems for my book.

Buy the ebook

Buy the paperback

Buy the hardcover

[studyscrasic]

Thinking about how to make the most of my free time in the summer so I can really work on some of my other target languages again.

Right now I'm trying to keep up streaks for German, Norwegian, and Scottish Gaelic on both Duolingo and Clozemaster. In an ideal world I'd throw in Irish and Yiddish, too, but I think I'm more going to be dabbling in those for the sake of practicality. I've also been wondering about throwing in some Drops for vocab and/or reviewing Anki flashcards every day.

But the other thing I really need to focus on is content. I am not great at studying languages by using native-language materials (I rely heavily on tools for learners, but get intimidated by the idea of learning by reading or listening to things I don't understand). Right now I have good playlists for Norwegian, German, and Scottish Gaelic music, and want to work on refining others for some of the other languages I'm interested in. I think trying to translate some lyrics on my own could be a good exercise, too.

Other ideas for content this summer:

I have a PDF of The Hobbit in German, which I think might be an okay book to tackle at my level?

I'll be working on translating all those letters my mom has with a friend who speaks much more fluent German.

If possible, I'd like to read at least one NRK article a day. I want to try to find ones on topics I'm interested in, but I need to keep reading in Norwegian now that I don't have my class

Similarly, there's a good NRK history podcast with episodes on the Middle Ages (a favorite historical era of mine) that I should really check out!

Getting back into Gaelic -- I have used the LearnGaelic site extensively, but have been too busy to check out SpeakGaelic, which I know has more content of the sort I'm thinking of (still aimed at learners, but I need to strengthen my Gaelic to where it was before I stopped studying it regularly)

If I'm brave enough -- join Scottish Gaelic and/or Irish-language chats in the Celtic language Discord server I'm in! They do them regularly and there are even native speakers there.

Going to keep thinking about this, and I'm definitely open to recommendations for more good/fun/interesting content in any of my target languages, but I think it's a good start.

[ardent-fox]

✨️ Interview Tag Game ✨️

Got tagged by the wonderful @creepkinginc and @look-i-love-u to do this interview game, thank you, my darlings! 🥰

What are some movie/tv quotes that you quote often?

"It's all happening!" Almost Famous

"Behind the rabbit?" Monty Python and the Holy Grail

Every iconic line from RuPaul's Drag Race

What is your favorite flower?

Tulips 🌷

If you were in Avatar the Last Airbender what element would you want to bend? Earth, fire, water or air?

I'm not really familiar with it, but I'm going to say water.

What was your first job?

Selling tickets for kids to ride these stuffed animals at the mall (they hop on the saddle and then the springs inside the legs make them go forward).

What is your favorite breakfast?

I rarely eat breakfast, but when I do it's usually chocolate granola with blueberries/bananas and almond milk. Or toast topped with whatever since I'm basically addicted to it, otherwise it's usually just lots of green tea 🍵

What's a meal from childhood that you love?

When I was little, my dad and grandpa would go fishing and bring back various itty bitty ones that my mom and grandma would fry up. They would be crunchy and salty and my mom would put pieces on the softest bread and interchange feeding my brother and I, those were the days.

What's your favorite joke to tell?

I love telling long, elaborate, filthy af jokes in my native language, most of them supplied to me by my dad, but I don't think they'd translate well to English.

What's your favorite animal to see at the zoo?

Otters 🦦💙 They're my favorite animal, I could watch them play for hours.

What's your go to quick meal to cook/make at home?

Fry up some eggs and add whatever I have around, I love breakfast food.

What's your go to meal to cook someone to impress them?

I'm not much of a cook and prefer to bake, so... some yummy chocolate chip muffins?

What's something you want to do better?

Manage my time.

If you're working do you like your job?

I am currently unemployed, hoping my next job will bring me my first truly affirmative answer to this question.

Do you collect anything? What?

Stationery and books. Also gonna say teapots, since I have six already 🫖

If you were trapped in a kids tv show, what show would you be okay with being trapped in?

I can't remember a single kids tv show I've ever been interested in? Except The Tribe, but my parents would be dead then, so I don't think that's a good choice.

An adults tv show?

I was just telling my husband how much I love the bar and the community in Smiley today, so I'm going to go with that one.

What kind of job did you want as a child?

Teacher, singer/songwriter or writer. Got to do the first one for a while and I've kept the others as hobbies, so not bad.

Do you follow any sports? What team do you root for?

I used to follow my local basketball team cause it's the biggest sport in my city, now I transform into a soccer fan every four years for FIFA (mostly for the social aspect of tipsy game-watching and celebrating) and then go back to being clueless about everything.

If you could be any animal what would you be and why?

My bunny. Eating and sleeping all day while others pet me and tell me how cute I am? Sign me up 🐇

If you could be any mythological creature what would you be and why?

A fairy/pixie. I'd love to be able to fly and explore every nook if I'm tiny, the aesthetic is an added bonus.

What's the most obscure thing you've had to google for a fanfic you were writing/reading?

Scaffolding and all its formations when I wrote about Mickey holding onto an overhead beam while he and Ian fucked in public 😅

What Milkovich do you identify with most?

Sandy. I feel like we have a similar energy.

Which one are you actually like the most?

I'd honestly say her again, don't think I'm like Mickey or Mandy that much and don't know the rest of them well enough to have an opinion.

What Gallagher do you identify with most?

Ian, through and through.

Which one are you actually like the most?

I'd say I'm a combo of Ian and Lip, since I experienced his pressure to go to college and I also have a tendency to be stubborn/self-destructive at times 🙃

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[scythe-lover-a]

Random facts about my WoF OCs because I want to do something instead of sleeping bcs it's full moon (it's 2¹⁴ and I haven't gone to sleep before 3am for past fortnight) ((I'm pulling Icicle))

- There are four protagonists, but only one male - a Sandwing Gerbil. In some old versions there were even eight females in the gang and then only him. I probably did it like this subconciously because in those times my friendgroup had only 1 boy for 7 girls XD

- Other than that, we have a Skywing Reddish, Icewing Avalanche and Seawing Depths.

- Avalanche spent all her life training in army and then becoming a fearless deadly soldier (and also one's leader deputy). She's incredibly powerful and weirdly good at stealth and assasin-like work. I, as well as others, assume it's because of her personality. All she did was train to fight in the Icewing kingdom and guard the lands with her squad, often getting into quarrels with sandwings or other dragons trying to traspass to their territory.

- She is very artistic-coded, as well as the rest of the squad - expect for Reddish, an ADHD epitome and a menace, and Depths, being made into that one neurotypical of the group who doesn't get them at all - often way dumber, blunter and duller than the autistics of the group, in the end.

After all, it's Depths.

- Reddish has PTSD from when she fled the palace she grew in. It was in a hurry and she still feels like she did something horribly wrong every time she recalls it.

- Gerbil can play drums and ukulele. He had basically the Rapunzel childhood, expect he was in charge from young age and was able to go outside, there just wasn't anything interesting - just sand, and as a true introvert, Gerbil quickly learned he'd rather spent time alone, sightseeing, stargazing or reading - forming his love for scrolls.

- he tried to draw, but can't do that very well.

- his nanny left him when he was four, because she didn't then being left in his castle only with men. Weirdly, he still kept his srereotypical girlish-ness even after and through that.

- Reddish can read! Gerbil can, too. (Obviously.) Avalanche can read only a Icewing code used for army messages, and another Icewing code she had to read orders from, but she doesn't know the common Pyrrhia alphabet.

- Depths can read too, only the common alphabet, but only capital letters - or its equivalent for Pyrrhia latin.

- Gerbil would be 17 y.o. as a human, Avalanche cca 18, Reddish 16/17 and Depths 18. She's older than Avalanche, though.

- sometimes I write Jerboa instead of Gerbil. It's because it's the right translation of his name - I'm used to think about them in my native language - but I call him Gerbil instead because there already is Jerboa in canon.

- Reddish's brother was a firescales - they managed to throw him off a cliff after he hatched, though they spared her. She grew up weirdly strong for being non-firescales, though, realising she has to conpensate gor her lack of fire in battles and working hard to do so. She uses her small and sleek figurey sneaking on others most often - leading to her later lifestyle as a thief, which she did the most. She misses her mom, sometimes, but not her childhood at all. She doesn't remember much of it, her early childhood is a haze, but she was told about it by her mother and later by her nannies when her mother left her in the Hatcher as most of Skywing parents do. (She wanted to keep her, though, for a moment feeling important because her daughter was unique, though then realising she'd probably never fight well and was embarrassing her in front of others - ...huge misconception. Too bad for her, now. Reddish doesn't remember anything except her gaze and face, though, and wven that could be made up, so she wouldn't probably recognise her if they ever met. Likewise for her mom, though the blue eyes might reveal it.)

- Reddish reacted to Raindrop - a hybrid - so bad because she dislikes her personality, not because she is a hybrid at all. She doesn't have then stigmatised at all, she never thought about what'd happen if two different tribes mixed much before, she just... Hates Raindrop in general. XD

(Reddish be like "I'm not homophobic! I hate everyone equally.")

- none of them have literally any stable and present relationship with her parents, and they just.. doesn't care.

[taexual]

Oh man so much has happened since my last comments and phew is it a RIDE. Ok so this lengthy commentary is for parts 14-16 since I dropped the ball and am late to the game. First of all, I love that their relationship is like evolving… but like back in time when they were comfortable around each other. I especially liked the scene where they get ice cream after dinner w/ his parents. “Neither of us is getting diabetes… absentmindedly extending his hand to wipe the chocolate from your lips and then sucking his thumb into his mouth.” JK does it so casually, it’s a true testament to how relaxed he is around her now. Secondly, the way you’ve built up this tension is so sexy. Like… everyone must’ve seen that some time in the future, their relationship would’ve upgraded from platonic to romantic. Since it was stopped prematurely, I feel like it’s starting to run its course again? Almost like the hands of time were paused and when re-started, continued its predestined path. One of my favorite parts is the scene in his room where she dares him to show her his “mysterious nightstand” haha and I half expected idk… condoms and dildos and sex toys or something, but come to find out he’s been keeping mementos of their friendship 🥺 they’ve lost so many years and that makes my heart hurt. Ok, and I HAVE to do it, I HAVE to talk about that kiss! “Truth or dare?... You can’t pick truth twice in a row… Fine, you dick… Dare, then. Kiss me.” I love that even tho he’s the one who’s asking for the kiss, he leaves it up to her to initiate it. You can really feel the years of pent up yearning in that kiss. Ch 14 was SUCH a turning point, and one of my fave chapters thus far!!! And the opening scene of ch 15 had me chortling!!! The way she confides in Inna is such classic, sleepover worthy content! I love how Inna is over the moon happy for her while she’s thinking their friendship is ruined haha “Sometimes you need to blow things up in order to build new ones” and “The only reason why your foundation is rocky is because you’ve been building a friendship when you should have been building a relationship” and “There’s no precedent for being in love. Every love is different.” Inna really shined as a beacon of wisdom in this scene and I cherish her!! Every girl needs an Inna!! Mc’s insecurities and doubts were portrayed really well with the dialogue and I can sympathize with her predicament. Jk hurt her before and walked away, who’s to say he won’t do it again? And this time her heart would be on the line. Ok, but when JK brought up “what happened on Sunday night” my heart was IN MY THROAT. I thought this is the moment they DTR?? At a company board meeting?? Thirdly, I looooove getting to see both their POVs. Like in the beginning of ch 16 where JK’s driving her home and is daydreaming about their kiss and how it could have progressed?? You can really tell it was important to him, he’s just a lil emotionally constipated atm haha and their banter!! It’s so lively and so them that you really get the feeling that they’ve known each other their whole lives! “We can both be in control… If we do, I hope it will be as epic as Harry versus Voldemort… I take it you’re Voldemort?” HAHHA this lil piece of dialogue had me cackling!! And the scene with Namjoon at the company bbq was a welcomed surprise! I really loved seeing her defend him against Namjoon’s judgy comments!! Especially since the Jeons aren’t around to hear it, you know she’s not just playing the part, she means what she says. But the end of ch 16 tho when Yoongi calls her looking for JK… the way he knows that JK wouldn’t have cared about the picture, unless she took someone as her plus one. The way he reacted to just the THOUGHT of her with someone else 🥺 what a way to end with a cliffhanger!! Loving how the plot is progressing so far and how the characters are developing!! ILYTSBTSI is such a fun read, I could totally see it as a movie/tv show!! I hope you’re well, I’m sorry this got to be so long, and I hope you accept all my love!❤️❤️

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[onlyfreds]

El Amor De Mi Vida | F.W.

Title: El Amor De Mi Vida

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Visiting your family over spring break motivates Fred to learn Spanish.

A/N: I don’t really know much Spanish. These are all from Google translator. So I apologize for any inaccuracy.

Having to speak a second language is hard enough in itself, but you deem yourself lucky to be fluent in both your native language and your second one - especially since you go to an English school.

“Morning love.” Fred greeted, pecking a kiss to your cheek before sitting down on the empty space next to you.

“Morning.” You smiled back before returning to your attention to the book you were reading.

“Did you really just go out to the black lake to read?” Fred asked, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Maybe.” You shrugged.

Moments later, you could hear someone calling your name from afar.

Turning around, you could see your best friend running towards you.

“Tienes una carta.” She said, holding the envelope out to you. She was one of the few other students at Hogwarts who also spoke Spanish.

“Gracias.” You smiled at her once you took the letter from her hands.

“What did she say?” Fred asked, giving you a puzzled look.

“She told me that I had a letter.” You answered as you ripped the envelope open.

“From who?”

“My mom, apparently.”

“Is it all in Spanish?” He asked.

You nodded, eyes still trained on the letter, “My mom is not so fluent in English so she usually prefers to speak in Spanish.”

“Can you read it to me?” Your boyfriend asked shyly, “You know if there’s nothing too personal in there and all, wouldn’t want to intrude. It’s just you sound so adorable when you speak Spanish.”

You smiled, feeling the heat rise up to your cheeks, “Sure.”

Clearing your throat, you started reading.

Mi hermosa hija,

(My beautiful daughter,)

¿cómo estás? Espero que la estés pasando muy bien en la escuela con tus amigos.

(how are you? I hope you are having a great time at school with your friends.)

Tu prima, Michelle, nos está invitando a su fiesta de cumpleaños número 16. Y se supone que se llevará a cabo justo en medio de tus vacaciones de primavera.

(Your cousin, Michelle, is inviting us to her 16th birthday party. And it's supposed to take place right in the middle of your spring break.)

Pero entendería si no quisieras venir. Sé que el resto de la familia puede ser un problema a veces.

(But I'd understand if you didn't want to come. I know that the rest of the family can be a handful sometimes.)

Bueno, si decides ir. Sería increíble si trajeras a ese maravilloso novio tuyo. Para que finalmente todos podamos conocerlo en persona.

(Well, if you decide to go. It would be awesome if you brought that wonderful boyfriend of yours. So that finally we can all meet him in person.)

¡Ten cuidado cariño! ¡No te estreses demasiado con tus clases!

(Take care honey! Don't stress too much with your classes!)

Mucho amor, mamá

(Much love, Mom).

“Translation?” Fred asked once you were finished.

“My cousin invited us to her birthday party which would be happening right on our spring break. And if I go, they also want you to come so that you can meet my family.” You said.

Fred paused for a moment, “Well, are you going?”

You shrugged, “Do you want to come along?”

“Yeah, I would love to meet your family.” He smiled, “Especially since you already met mine.

“I’ll tell them I’ll go then.”

—

Later that day, a knock came on your dormitory door.

“Come in!” You said without looking up from your homework, thinking that it was just one of your dorm mates.

And it was safe to say that you were surprised when your bed suddenly dipped at the weight of someone.

Upon looking up, you weren’t surprised when you were met with the familiar grin of your boyfriend.

“And what can I help you with?” You asked with a smile.

“Can I ask you a favor?” He grinned shyly.

Raising a brow at him, you answered, “Depends on how crazy the favor is.”

Fred jokingly rolling his eyes at you before flashing back to his shy demeanor, “Fine. But promise you won’t laugh at me?”

“I won’t.” You promised.

He looked cautiously at you before saying, “I want you to teach me Spanish.”

You tried to hide the surprise on your face as you blinked, not knowing what to say.

Fred groaned, hiding his face in his hands, “I knew it was a stupid idea.”

“It’s not!” You insisted, prying his hands away from his face, “It’s actually adorable.”

“Really?” He asked, peeking through his fingers.

“Really.” You smiled at him, “I’d be honored to teach you.”

“What do you want to learn?” You asked.

“Maybe some basics?” He said, “Just so I don’t look like a complete fool in front of your family.”

You giggled, closing your textbook and putting it away, “So, hello is hola.”

“Hola.” Fred repeated, completely focused on your every word.

“And when you introduce yourself, you say, mi nombre es Fred Weasley.”

Fred repeated the phrase, though you had to do a little brush up on his pronunciation later.

That’s how you basically spent the rest of the afternoon, teaching Fred how to speak the language you grew up with.

—

“Are you sure you’re fine with this?” You asked as the two of you arrived at your house. 

Although your family was originally from Columbia, your mother had came to England when she was 20 and that’s where she met your father. 

And the rest was history.

“Of course I am.” Fred grinned as he placed a kiss on your cheek to try and reassure you.

“Mi hija!” Your mom said as she caught sight of you with a smile, bringing you in for a hug.

“Mama.” You grinned, kissing her cheek, “I missed you so much.”

Once she let you go, turning to Fred and cupping his face in her hands, “Debes ser su novio, ella escogió bien - eres tan guapo.”

You were about to go and translate for your boyfriend when he smiled and responded, “Gracias. Tengo mucha suerte de tener a tu hija.”

You were surprised, to say the least, you recalled teaching Fred the basic stuff but you were happy that he was getting along with your mother just fine.

“Vamos, Michelle está emocionada de verte.” Your mother said.

You nodded, “Bueno.” before you and your boyfriend followed her inside. 

—

Throughout the whole party, various members of your family talked to Fred and it didn’t seem like he had any trouble communicating with them - except for a few harder words you had to translate for him.

Once everyone else was busy, you pulled him aside.

“I’m happy with your little surprise. But do tell me how did you manage to talk almost so fluently in Spanish?” You asked.

Fred smiled, “Turns out the Hogwarts library had an English to Spanish dictionary and let’s just say that I studied it more than I ever studied in my life. Also I kinda had a little help from both Hermione and Harry.”

Your heart melted at the lengths he took just to be able to learn your language, your heritage and maybe make his connection with you stronger.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a brief kiss to his lips, “Eres el amor de mi vida.”

“Translation please?” He said.

You smiled, “You’re the love of my life.”

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[wifebread]

Obsessed | Pt.3

Pairing: Stalker!Min Yoongi x Original female character

Tags: Forced relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Manipulations, Mentions of cruelty, Mentions of deaths, Mentions of drugs, Murders, Original female character,  Out of character, Stalking, Unhealthy relationships, Violence.

Summary: She wasn't afraid of this man, didn't take threats seriously, blaming everything on the fact that it was just to attract attention. However, she did’t know what he was capable of.

word count: 1,6k

I do not condone the actions described in the story, this is all fiction and does not relate to the real members of the BTS in any way. If you are uncomfortable with tags, please do not read!! Or read at your own risk.

a/n: Thanks to the wonderful author who allowed me to translate this work! Please keep in mind that English is not my native language, so if you notice any mistakes, point them out to me! I can also edit the chapter after I publish it, so don't be surprised if you see some strange moments (it means I haven't corrected them yet). Thank you.

source: https://ficbook.net/readfic/12255891

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8

"One condition"

It's been a few days since Shin was got to the hospital. Percy didn't dare to visit her friend— you never know what would come into his head — so she made do with care packages. Sometimes, to find out about the condition of Shin, the girl had to call his mother. She kindly replied that everything was fine and the guy would be released soon.

He didn't stop texting Percy, even started doing it too often. The girl decided not to answer anymore, to ignore. If he wants Percy not to hang out with other guys - ok. The girl really did not want anyone else to suffer because of her fault. Therefore, she tried to observe the rules that he told her to follow.

And for the past week, Percy has been doing nothing but carrying parcels to the hospital and staying at home. However, fate decided to fuck her ass.

Song's pen friend is coming today, so the parents' rules - "curfew at 9" and "no partying" — will be broken.

“Kitten!” the girl screamed, throwing her suitcase and rushing at full speed to her friend.

“Brinnie," Percy said, hugging the girl, which literally knocked her off her feet. “You got there, as I see, without incident.”

“Yeah,” Sabrina replied with a nod, rising with Percy.

“Mom and Dad are at work, so we're alone until the evening.”

“Got it. Wait, I'll take the suitcase.”

***

“Well, what did you want to offer me?”  sipping some coffee and putting a cup of cocoa on the table in front of her friend, Percy asked, sitting down.

“I suggest recalling the events of three years ago and reviving the old.”  Sabrina snapped her fingers.

“Now in a human way?” Percy asked, raising one eyebrow uncomprehendingly.

“Hang out, dummy.”  Poking her friend in the nose, Sabrina began.  “Remember how we used to rock.”

“Correction, you used to rock," Percy said, nodding.

“Well, right, you were drunk and stoned,” Sabrina said with a snort, rolling her eyes.  “But now everything is different.

Percy looked at her friend, a la: "How is that?".

“Now we can both get drunk,” the girl began to enumerate, bending her fingers. "we can both smoke and..." Sabrina said after a pause, thereby intriguing Percy. “There is something to celebrate. You won't believe it; I broke up with this jerk.”

“Really?”  Percy was genuinely surprised. "And Felix didn't even protest?"

"Who the hell knows," the girl replied with a shrug.  “I texted him that everything was over between us and changed the SIM card.”

“Boy oh boy,” Percy laughed, almost choking. "Don't worry," she continued, calming down. — You're an attractive chic; you'll find a boyfriend quickly.

“Don't mess me about," Sabrina said, shaking her head. “Tell me, how are the things on your love front yourself? Shin is being dismissed, I say right away. He may be a two-meter fella, but even so he could not stand up for himself. Not mentioning your protection.”

Percy wondered if she should tell Sabrina about her watcher. Up to this point, the girl had never mentioned him when talking on the phone. Song knew her friend well. And I understood that if she told her about it, she would certainly want to help get rid of the snoop.

“Hey, why are you frozen?”  Snapping her fingers in front of Percy's face, the girl asked.

“Oh, I thought about it and I want to tell you about ...” Percy stopped when she felt the vibration of the phone in her pocket. "One seс," she added, taking her smartphone out of her pocket.

Even before turning on the screen, the girl already guessed who was writing.

From: Psycho

13:16 "Don't involve your friend in this, the sunshine :)"

13:17 "It will be extremely unpleasant if something happens to her, right?"

“What? Is that mom?”  Sabrina asked, finishing her cocoa, forcing her friend to look up from the phone.

“No, some ads by e-mail,” turning off the smartphone, Percy replied. —“I wanted to tell you... that no one is even trying to get to know me.”

"And if someone wants to, this fucker will put him down," Percy added, in thought making a sad little pug.

“Oh, my friend," Sabrina began, putting her hand on Percy's shoulder. “Today we both have a great chance to meet someone.”

“I don't even know if they will let me,” the girl hinted at her parents, and the thought of her watcher did not leave her head.

“Calm down, your folks trust me. Let's say we're going to a girls night party with a mutual friend, and her brother will take us home.”

The phone vibrated again, and it wasn't hard to guess that he didn't like the idea.

"I'm going to call Jiwon," Sabrina began, putting the empty mug in the sink. “I'll tell him that we'll come.”  The girl looked at Percy expectantly. “We're going, right?”

Percy pursed her lips, doubtful. On the other hand, she can just not approach the guys and have fun with her bestie.

“Yes,” Percy said, giving up, exhaling. “We're going.”

“Great!”  Sabrina shouted happily, clapping her hands, hugging her friend.

When the girl came out of the kitchen, Percy grabbed the phone again, turning it on.

From: Psycho

13:22 "You're not going"

Percy stared at the screen for a long time, reading the message over and over again. The girl thought that she could pretend to be a good girl and convince him that she would play by the rules.

To: Psycho

13:24 "I haven't seen my friend for a long time"

13:25 "I have no intention to go in order to pick up someone"

13:26 "These days"

13:27 "You have settled in my thoughts"

Percy had already thought many times that such words would not help her; they would only worsen the situation. After all, he is clearly not stupid; he won’t fall so easily for such a thing.

Only the girl wanted to delete the last two messages, as she received an answer:

From: Psycho

13:27 "I didn't expect you to think about me so often"

13:28 "It's nice to know :)"

Percy closed her eyes, exhaling with relief. She was surprised that the guy believed her. Inside, the girl was triumphant, but visually she tried not to show it. You never know if he’s watching.

From: Psycho

13:30 "One condition"

 "Holy shit," Percy thought, batting her eyelashes in surprise. "Now I also have to receive conditions? Just because I want to be an ordinary teenager and go have fun?"

To: Psycho

13:32 "I remember the rules"

From: Psycho

13:33 "That’s cake"

13:34 "You shouldn't forget them anyway :)"

To: Psycho

13:35 "What is the condition?"

And after that, he fell silent. Percy fidgeted with her fingers, looking at the screen in anticipation. But the answer did not come either after 5 minutes or after 10. And as Percy had noticed, it wouldn't do any good.

*** 

After going up to her room, the girl wanted to put her smartphone on charge and go to the guest room to find out from Sabrina what time it would be necessary to get ready.

Percy was about to leave the room, having looked around the room for the last time, when suddenly her gaze was fixed at a piece of paper glued to the window with something.

Hesitantly coming closer, the girl saw the text. After reading it, Percy almost fell. She frantically opened the window wide open, looking for him among the passers-by.

"Don't close the windows at night, otherwise I'll have to look for another way to visit you ;)"

“What are you doing?”  Sabrina, who had just entered the room, asked. “Suicide is not a solution. And jumping from the second floor - this is the maximum to break your legs.”

"I just wanted to get some air," Percy was taking a piece of paper off the glass, drowning out the rustling sounds with her voice. “What time do we move out?”  crumpling the paper in her hand behind her back, the girl asked, forcing a smile.

"Jiwon said we can move out right now.” throwing the phone on her friend's bed, Sabrina answered. “So, let's get changed.”

“And you go too. You can't go in your pajamas.”  Percy said, laughing. “Shall we put on makeup now as well?”  Sabrina nodded and then left the room.

***

By the way, Percy met Jivon a year and a half ago.

It happened during term time. Since he was a librarian's assistant, and Percy was a frequent guest of the reading hut, they were left after school, with a request to help rearrange the books in their places, and to postpone the spoiled ones.

It is remembered, they almost got into a fight then because of the distribution of responsibilities. Jiwon didn't really want to exert himself, so he planned to help the girl only with moral support. But Percy wouldn't have been able to do it all alone, and even with such a height.

The screams of teenagers could be heard all over the library. If Percy tried to keep herself in hand and not swear with a choice obscenity, then Jiwon thought of throwing a book at her. And the first thing the guy heard after that was, "You're such a fucker."

The guy was genuinely surprised that Percy knew such words, so he laughed. And the laughter was so contagious that the girl forgot about what happened a couple of moments ago.

“Yoon Jiwon,” sitting on the floor by the bookcases, the guy said, holding out his hand.

“Song Percy,” the girl shook the guy's hand, as a sign of acquaintance. "For the record," she continued, poking Jiwon in the shoulder.  “it was very painful.”

“I kind of figured,” remembering Percy's words, the guy laughed again, and the girl caught it.

“All this, of course, is wonderful. But we never finished.”

“As an apology..." Yoon began thoughtfully. “I can help you reach the upper shelves.”

"Now this thing," Percy began, picking up a thick book. “is going to fly at you.”

“I was just joking," Jiwon said with an innocent smile.

to be continued...

[randomshyperson]

Wanda X Reader - 10 Things I hate about you - Part One

Summary:  Pietro Maximoff is handsome and popular, but he can't date before his twin sister. The problem is that no one can get close to his sister, Wanda Maximoff. To resolve the situation, a girl interested in Pietro bribes a colleague with a mysterious past to go out with Wanda and, who knows, try to win her over. Or The one directly inspired by 10 Things I Hate About You.

Words:  6.553K  /// Read on AO3 too || Part Two

Warnings: PG, fluff, language; goth wanda is back thank god.

Notes: If English is your native language and I used slang that doesn't make sense at all, forgive me. It is really hard to translate many dialects from Portuguese to English. Anyways enjoy your reading!

You rode your skateboard to school today. Your mother was angry with you and took the keys to your motorcycle while yelling that you were difficult to raise, so you grabbed your backpack and skateboard while slamming the door on your way out.

It didn't take long to get to school, though. 

You absolutely hate this place. Sometimes you get the impression that you are surrounded by completely mental people.

You walked across the parking lot and got off your skateboard, quickly waving to your friend Carol Danvers, who was smoking leaning against the wall of the school building. You would have to talk to them later, as you had a meeting scheduled with the school principal.

Shrugging off the students as you entered the building, you ignored the stares you received and headed toward Ms. Harkness' office.

You entered without knocking because the door was already open, since she was talking to another student, and when the stranger got up she almost tripped over you on her way out. The principal raised her eyes from her notebook to you, and smiled wryly.

- Well, well, Miss Y/L/N. - she said. - I see these encounters of ours are becoming recurrent.

- I like to be around beautiful women, Miss Harkness. - You stated with a charming smile and crossed arms. The woman laughed lightly as she returned her gaze to her notebook.

- Let me see what happened here. - She mumbled to herself, probably trying to find the notes. - Wow, top nudity exhibit in the cafeteria.

You scratched your head impatiently. 

- They were melons, Miss Harkness. - You clarified. - I was making a little joke.

Harkness let out a wry chuckle as she stood up.

- How about you keep them under your blouse, huh? - She scoffed, pointing slightly at the height of your breasts and giving you a wink. You frowned. - Out!

You startled slightly, and Mrs. Harkness giggled, returning to her seat.

You blinked in confusion and turned away, mumbling wryly that she was an excellent professional before you left.

//-//

Carol was waiting for you outside the room, a few feet ahead in the hallway against her own lockers, and you greet her with a kiss on the cheek quickly.

- How did it go today? Did she say anything interesting? - Carol asked with humor in her voice. You leaned your back against the closet, letting out a chuckle.

- No way. - You replied. - She just told me to keep my breasts under my blouse.

Carol laughs lightly, while you check your cell phone. And then she touches your arm lightly. When you raise your eyes to her, she signals the corridor.

- New faces. - She nods, and you notice that it's the same girl who bumped into you in the Harkness room. Now she is accompanied by Bruce Banner, who was clearly showing her around.

- Wow, people keep choosing to come to this place. - You mock, making your friend laugh a little.Carol then checks the clock on her wrist and signals that she needs to get to her history class.  You say goodbye to her, but get distracted by your cell phone again, and then the bell rings, and you have to run to get to the literature room on the other side of the building.

//-//

You stumble into the room, and all the students turn to look at you.

- What have I missed? - you ask, trying to normalize your breathing after running through the halls.

- The oppressive patriarchal values that determine our education. - replied a girl you didn't know.

- Nice. - You grumble with a slight laugh, as you hurry to sit in the back of the room.

- You must love detention, don't you, Miss Y/L/N? This is your third delay this week. - commented the teacher as soon as you sat down. Several giggles were heard, but you didn't pay much attention. You threw your bag on the chair and tried to pretend that you were interested in whatever Professor Fury was teaching.

- Professor Fury, any chance you could ask Wanda to take her Midol before coming to class? - scoffed Pepper Potts, one of the most popular and insufferable girls at this school. You rolled your eyes at the teasing, and leaned back as the rest of the class giggled.

- One of these days Mrs. Maximoff is going to punch you in the nose, and I'm not going to do anything to stop her. - Fury replied seriously, wiping the ironic smile off Potts' face. - And Wanda, I want to thank you for your point of view. I know how hard it must have been to overcome all those years of upper middle-class suburban oppression. It must be hard. - He sneered and then started walking toward the girl who was probably Wanda. - But the next time you protest about demanding better food, or whatever it is that white kids protest about, ask them why they don't buy books written by black people!

You let out a little laugh, and Professor Fury looked at you seriously.

- Do you find something funny, Miss? 

You shrugged, straightening your posture.

- Sorry to interrupt your speech, Mr. Fury. - You say. - But you're blaming Wanda for something she has no control over. Wouldn't it be better to suggest books written by black women, instead of separating the fights?

Professor Fury blinks in irritation at you, while Wanda looks in your direction, looking surprised.

- Out. Principal office. - says the professor, and you blink in surprise. - Both of you, by the way! You pissed me off!

You grumble, and grab your backpack and leave the room, with Wanda following behind. But you don't speak to her, and when you leave the room, you go to opposite sides of the hallway, since you had no intention of seeing the principal at all.

//-//

You ended up skipping the last two classes of the day while sneaking a smoke with Carol behind the bleachers of the soccer field. 

And then you accepted the ride home that she offered you.

- See you tomorrow, troublemaker. - She said good-bye, and you just nodded as you walked toward the front door.

Your mother was at home, sitting at her computer in the living room, and you thought maybe you could sneak past her, but as soon as you closed the door she turned around with her arms crossed.

- The school called. - She said as she stood up, and you let out an impatient sigh as you threw your backpack on the floor by the door. - Are you trying to get suspended?

- Oh yeah, that's my dream. - You scoff, walking toward the kitchen.

- You're going to be grounded.

- I'm already grounded. - You retort softly, and your mother walks over to the counter. 

- You think I'm kidding? - She exclaims angrily, and then she's heading down the hall, and you're curious what she's going to do, so you follow her through the house to the garage. You look impassive as she glances around, but then she grabs a hammer and screwdriver from the cabinet and heads for her motorcycle. Your whole body tenses up, but before you can do anything, your mother is breaking your bike.

- You've gone crazy! - You shout as you run toward her, but she turns threateningly toward you with the objects pointed in your direction

- No more fighting! - she shouts. - You're not going anywhere on this damn motorcycle, do you hear me? You are grounded until college.

And then she throws the tools on the floor, and leaves the garage. You take a deep breath, trying not to break everything in front of you, and turn to your motorcycle. Some parts were broken, but you could fix them. The problem would be having the money to do it.

//-//

Tuesday started with biology. And you were really pissed off about the whole thing with your mom and your motorcycle. The professor asked the groups to dissect frogs, and the damn scalpel he handed out wasn't cutting anything. So you grabbed your knife hidden in your boot, and angrily pierced the animal. 

- You've lost your mind, put that away! - ordered Carol sitting next to you as she looked around to see if the teacher had seen. You let out an angry sigh and put the item away.

You were bored, and you smoked when you were bored. So you turned the valve on the experimental flame on the bench while putting a cigarette in your mouth, and walked over to light it.

- Girl, what's the matter with you today? - Carol asked impatiently, closing the valve and taking the cigarette out of your mouth.

You mumbled without answering, and she let out a dry laugh before going back to writing. Your gaze wandered around the room and you thought that the new girl and Bruce Banner were looking at you from the table in front of you, but they looked away quickly, so you got distracted again.

//-//

The next class was better because it kept your hands busy. Mechanics with Professor Howard Stark was interesting as he allowed the students to experiment as much as they wanted. 

At this moment you were welding a car part while trying not to burn your fingers when you heard a female voice next to you.

- Hi, how are you? - the girl said, and as you turned you realized that it was the new student. You frowned confused, you don't talk to anyone. You thought you should have an aggressive posture, because the girl's voice trembled a little, and then she quickly said good-bye and left the room. You shook your head and went back to concentrating on the lesson.

- What the hell was that all about? - Carol asked from beside you, and you shrugged.

- I told you there are only crazy people in this school. - You remarked with amusement.

- But we go here. - She retorted with a smile.

- Exactly.

Carol laughed and turned her attention back to her own activity.

//-//

In Gym class, the teacher took all the students to the outdoor field, where the rugby team was practicing. He was more concerned about the girls' performance, so he let the rest of the class do as they pleased. Then you and Carol sat down on one of the benches, while you shared a cigarette.

And you had about ten minutes of peace before Pepper Potts and one of her friends came to talk to you.

- Hey, what's up? - asked the blonde, and you looked at her with irony.

- Are you lost? - You replied aggressively, but she didn't seem intimidated.

- See that girl over there? - She said, pointing quickly toward the field. You followed her direction, and it was the same girl from literature class. - That's Wanda Maximoff. I want you to go out with her.

You laughed, shaking your head, and then took a drag on your cigarette.

- As if, preppy. - You denied it as you exchanged a look with Carol, who was grinning in disbelief.

But Pepper was not joking.

- Look, I can't go out with her hot brother until she dates. - She clarifies. - Their father is kind of crazy, he made a rule...

- Touching. Really. I'm moved. - You mock without patience. - But that's not my problem.

- Would it be your problem if you were paid a nice fee?

You let out a dry laugh, looking at her in surprise.

- Are you going to pay me to go out with someone? - you ask, and Potts has a smile on her face as she nods in agreement. You laugh again. - How much?

- Twenty dollars.

You raise your eyebrows, really considering this for a second. And then you look toward the field, and watch as Wanda fouls a girl to the ground, and you swallow dryly. This girl was going to eat you alive.

- Okay, how about 30 bucks? - Potts next suggests when she sees the foul. 

You thought about the parts of your motorcycle that you would have to buy. And you licked your lips before you spoke.

- Let's take a good look at this. - You start. - If I take her to the movies, it will be fifteen dollars. And if we buy popcorn, it's fifty dollars. I like to buy candy for the girls, so it would be about seventy-five.

- This is not a negotiation. - Potts retorts angrily. - Take it or leave it, mutt.

You let out a humorless laugh. 

- But I think it is, Potts. - You retort, smoking your cigarette again. - Or I'll go over there now and tell Wanda your whole touching little tale.

Potts blinks in irritation, and lets out a wry laugh. But then she relaxes her posture.

- Eighty dollars. - she says. You smile, throwing the cigarette on the floor and putting it out with your foot. 

- Deal, Hollywood. - You tell her, and raise your hand in her direction. Potts rolls her eyes, but takes the money from her pocket and hands it to you.

She and her friend then leave, and you settle into your seat.

- You're crazy. - Carol declares afterwards.

- Yes, I know. - You say, brushing your hair out of your eyes with your hands. - But I need new parts. It'll be harmless, it's just a date.

- I hope you're right. - She comments with a laugh, turning her attention back to the field. And then practice ends, and you exchange a look with Carol before getting up and walking toward the players' benches.

You assume your most charming pose as you approach Wanda.

- Hey, pretty girl. - You greet her with a smile as she drinks water from a bottle. She frowns in surprise, and has a wry smile on her face. - What's up?

- I'm sweating like a pig, how are you? - She answers wryly, and you smile awkwardly.

- Wow, that sounds attractive. - You reply in the same tone, watching her put the bottle of water in her backpack on the bench.

- Oh, yes. My goal in life is to look attractive all the time. - She scoffs, frowning. - But I guess it works, since I got your attention. The world makes sense again.

She starts walking toward the exit of the camp, and you are a bit taken aback by the irony, but hurry to keep up with her.

- I'll pick you up on Friday, then. - You tell her, and Wanda lets out a laugh.

- Sure, Friday. - She wryly continues walking.

- Hey, it's the night I take you to places you've never seen.

- To a convenience store on Broadway? - She replies with irony. - Girl, do you even know my name?

You laugh.

- Wanda. - You answer, but she doesn't seem impressed. - And I know more than you know.

- I doubt it. I doubt it very much. - She said ironically and you stopped following her, biting your lip as you watched her walk off the field.

//-//

Your first attempt to get a date with Wanda had not gone well at all, but you are optimistic. And then, on Saturday of that same week, while you and Carol were at the laundromat on the corner of your houses, she nodded slightly outside through the window.

- Isn't that the car of the girl you're being paid to date? - She mocked, and you sighed.

- Don't talk like that. - you said as you put the coins in the washing machine. - It makes me sound like a psychopath.

She laughed without looking at you, kneeling on the waiting couch as she looked out the window.

- I think I should look for a new rejection. - You grumble, handing Carol some coins. - Take care of my clothes while I go talk to her, please.

Carol nods in agreement as you leave the establishment. Crossing the street, you look in the direction of Wanda's car. It is nice, and you are watching the tires as she arrives.

- Are you following me? - She asks with a mixture of aggressiveness and surprise. 

- What? Of course not! - You deny it, but with the suspicious look on her face, you try to add. - I was in the laundry room, smarty-pants. I saw your car, and wanted to say hello.

She lets out a sigh, and shrugs her shoulders, heading for the door. You hurry to stand in front of her, a charming smile on your lips.

- I notice that you don't talk much. - You remark, and Wanda frowns, crossing her arms.

- It depends on the subject. - She says. - Talking about the tires on my car doesn't cause me a verbal frenzy.

- You're not afraid of me, are you? - you ask, and she looks at you incredulously.

- Why would I be afraid of you?

- Most people are. - You retort, and Wanda rolls her eyes with irony.

- Well, I don't.

You smile and move a little closer.

- Not afraid, but I bet you've imagined me naked, haven't you? - You tease and give a little wink. Wanda keeps her face almost angry.

- Wow, is it that obvious? - She retorts. - I want you so bad, baby.

She mocks last before bending down slightly and opening the car door, pushing you with the metal.

You let out an impatient sigh as you step back, and she gets into the car and prepares to leave. You stand with your arms folded trying to think how exactly you are going to make this work.

And then Pepper Potts parks her car right behind Wanda's, preventing her from leaving, while the blonde steps out of the vehicle with a smiling, arrogant posture.

- My God, is it idiots' day today? - Wanda complains from inside the car. When Pepper passes by her window, she shouts: - Do you mind girl?

- Not even a little, bitch. - Potts retorts without looking at her as she walks away. 

But then Wanda is backing the car up, and the next moment Pepper's red Cadillac has a big bump mark on the side. You laugh in surprise, not believing that she had actually hit the car.

- My God, you are completely crazy! - Potts shouts as she observes the impact. 

- Oops. - You hear Wanda scoff.

You laughed again, before going back to the laundry room. 

//-//

It was Monday again, and you were trying to have a quiet day. But while you were putting your books away in your locker, Potts approached you.

- When I pay for something, I expect results. - She says, and you close the closet to brace yourself against it.

- I'm trying.

- Watching that lunatic destroy my car doesn't count as a date. - She retorts with mild irritation. - If you don't go out with her, I won't get Pietro. Then get something soon, okay?

That girl's audacity pissed you off. 

- I just raised the price. - You tell her, and she looks at you in disbelief.

- Excuse me?

- One hundred and fifty dollars a date. - You say. - In advance.

- Forget it. - She said angrily, turning away.

- Then forget about her brother.

Potts lets out a grumble and then turns to you again, hurrying to get the money.

- Does this kid have a gold dick by any chance? - You scoff, and Potts gives you the middle finger, making you laugh.

- You better get the date, sister. - She says, and you just smile before heading off in the direction of the mechanics' classroom.

//-//

You were trying to find the correct melting point for one of the tools when you were approached by the same girl as the last time you had mechanics. 

- I know what you are trying to do with Wanda Maximoff. - She announces, and you let out a wry chuckle as you continue your attention to the tools in front of you.

- Really? And what are you going to do about it?

- Help you.

You blink in surprise as you raise a large metal bar at your eye level to identify its features.

- Why? - you ask, and it is not the girl who speaks next.

- The situation is that my friend Monica, is in love with Pietro Maximoff. - A male voice speaks, and then you look quickly to identify Bruce Banner.

- God, this kid must really have a gold cock. - You mumble with irony as you place the iron bar on the table, and take off your protective gloves.

- Believe me when I tell you that Monica's love is pure, she wants to date him. - Banner explains as you walk to another table in the room, looking for your notes. - Unlike Pepper Potts, who only wants to use him as a trophy.

- Look, I'm only in this for the money. I don't give a shit who Potts is fucking. - You respond without patience, and Monica seems to get irritated with you, but Banner calms her down.

You make some notes regarding the lesson and walk over to the table to analyze the pictures of the tools as you organize them. Monica and Banner follow you.

- Listen, Y/N, we are the ones who planned this story so that Monica and Pietro could date. - Banner says. - Potts is just the go-between.

You laugh with surprise.

- And you are going to help me win Wanda over?

- That's right. - They both say in unison. You turn your attention back to the materials in front of you.

- We will investigate what she likes. - Banner says. - You need our help.

Bruce smiled amiably, and you laughed at the posture he assumed.

- Look, we'll start here. - He began by pulling a piece of paper from his pocket. - On Friday, Stephen Strange is having a party. It's the perfect opportunity.

- Perfect for what? - you ask, looking at him.

- For you to invite Wanda. - He clarifies, and you sigh impatiently, already tired of this conversation.

- I'll think about it. - You say finally and walk to the other side of the room, and this time, they don't follow you.

//-//

It was Wednesday, and you and your friends went to a bar to play a bit of pool shortly after school. Your mother had no idea you were here, but she was working, so she wouldn't know.

You got a text message from Bruce, wanting to meet you along with Monica, and you laughed when you sent the location. They really weren't the kind of people who hang around this place.

You were upstairs, drinking some beer when you saw them come in, and nodding slightly to Carol, you went downstairs and walked over to them.

- So, what do you have for me? - you asked, leaning against a wall.

- Before we get started, I have a question. - says Bruce. - Is it true that you are on probation?

You laugh in surprise.

- What?

- Bruce, shut up. - said Monica, tapping her colleague on the shoulder. And then she turned to you. - First thing, Wanda hates smokers.

- Okay, I hate them too.

You mock, but Monica and Bruce look serious, so you sigh, and take out of your pocket your cigarette case, handing it to the girl.

- There is another problem, Pietro told me that Wanda likes pretty girls. 

They look at you for a moment and you frown.

- Are you saying that I'm not pretty? - you ask, straightening your posture.

- You are beautiful! Monica, she's so beautiful, what are you saying? - hurried Bruce almost in terror. You wanted to laugh.

Monica nods quickly in agreement, and you lean back against the wall.

- Look, I made a list. - She hastens to say, pulling a piece of paper from her shirt pocket. - Wanda's tastes are: Sokovian food, feminist poetry, punk and alternative music. And there is a list of the CDs she had in her room.

She says, handing the paper to you. You let out a sigh.

- So should I buy some soup, a book, and ear plugs for some really noisy concert?

They both shrug, smiling slightly.

- Have you ever been to the Skrull Club, west side of town? - Banner asks.

You chuckle.

- It's a nice place, but not really my style.

- Well, it will have to be. - says Monica. - Her favorite group is playing there tomorrow night.

You run your fingers through your hair, sighing.

- Come on, Y/N, it's only for one night. - says Banner. - We're sure she'll be there, Mon found the tickets.

- She also has a black lingerie set. - Added Monica and you frown with confusion.

- Why is this relevant? - You asked, and Monica looked away, looking embarrassed. You laughed lightly, but didn't push it. Then you looked at both of them. - Okay, I'll drop by.

Bruce and Monica both let out excited exclamations and then waved goodbye. You laughed and shook your head, wondering what you had gotten yourself into.

//-//

The Skrull Club was generally frequented by the punk crowd in town, many women from extremist feminist movements hung out here. But in general it was a pretty diverse crowd of rockers, punks, goths and allies. And the drink was cheap.

You received a few curious glances as you walked through the dimly lit corridors of the nightclub, but it was more because these clubs were generally frequented by the same people, and you’re a familiar face.

The place was very crowded, and you had to dodge a lot of people until you reached the main dance floor, trying to find Wanda.

You smiled when you finally saw her, in the first row, dancing with a girl who was also from your school. You thought she looked pretty, in her black dress and red jacket, plus a knee-length black stocking and dark boots on her feet. She might have looked intimidating, but she was still very pretty.

You don't quite understand why your heart races at the image of her dancing and smiling, so you think it best to get a drink, and turn toward the bar.

You sit there, trying to decide how you are going to approach her, but then Wanda is coming toward the bar, and you disguise yourself by looking the other way.

- You don't give up, do you? - She says as soon as she sees you. And walks over to where you are sitting. - If you're planning on asking me out, you can just give up!

- Do you mind? I'm trying to hear the music. - You hit back without looking at her.

-You're not surrounded by your typical cloud of smoke. -She comments after a moment, and you take a sip of the drink you ordered before answering.

- Yes, I quit. They say it's bad for your health. - You say it with a slight irony.

- Do you think so? - Wanda looks slightly surprised, and you give her a short smile before standing up.

- These guys aren't the Kree's, but they play well. - You comment on her favorite band before heading off toward the dance floor. Wanda hurries to follow you.

- Do you know who the Kree's are? - she asks in surprise.

- Why, you don't know? - You reply with irony.

She doesn't answer, looking mildly impressed. You smile briefly.

- I was watching you dance. - You comment as the band is finishing the song. - I don't think I've ever seen you so sexy.

And then the song ends exactly with your line, and the whole club hears you. Several people giggle, and you feel your cheeks heat up, but Wanda laughs too, and that relaxes you.

- Come to Stephen Strange's party with me. - You ask her. And she tilts her head slightly to the side, still smiling.

- You never give up, do you?

And then another song starts, and Wanda is coming back to the front of the stage.

- Is that a yes? - you shout at her.

- No!

- Was that a no?

It takes a second, but she shouts back.

- No!

You grin.

- See you at 9:30! - You shout to her before she disappears into the crowd. 

You're smiling all the way home.

//-//

You were early. But you were so anxious about it that you left the house as quickly as possible. 

And then you arrived at Wanda's door, but as soon as you went to knock, she opened it.

- What are you doing here? - she asked in surprise.

- 9:30. - You answer. - Yeah, well, I'm early.

- Whatever, I'm driving. - She says and then you look into the house and see Pietro Maximoff with a kangaroo baby carrier outfit occupied with a doll and frown.

- May I ask what that is? - You remark, and Wanda just rolls her eyes at the scene, then turns to you.

- My father is a little neurotic about this whole pregnancy thing. - She answers and walks outside. You both wait for Pietro.

- At least he doesn't use a real baby. - You joke and Wanda smiles. But then Pietro leaves the house, looking slightly annoyed, and you hurry to Wanda's car.

It doesn't take long to get to the party.

The place was packed. Probably the whole school was here. And as soon as Wanda found a parking place, Pietro got out and disappeared into the crowd.

You decided to accompany Wanda as she entered the house. You went toward the second floor, and you lost sight of Wanda when a girl jumped on you, completely drunk and trying to kiss you.

- Wow, slow down there. - You said, helping her sit up. You found several empty and sealed bottles of water in one of the liquor containers around the house and handed one to her. - I want you to drink it all, okay?

The girl whimpered in confusion, but you waited. She seemed better, but you handed her another bottle just to be sure.

- Hey Peggy, I found you! - said a skinny boy you didn't know, walking up to you. He frowned, slightly startled, when he noticed you.

- Are you a friend of hers? - You asked him with distrust, and he nodded, looking mildly frightened.

- Yes, he is. This is Steve. - mumbled the girl sitting up, looking like she had a headache. - Thanks for the water, by the way.

- No problem. - You say. - Are you feeling well enough to be alone?

She nods slightly as she speaks:

- Yes, yes. Steve will take care of me now. Thanks again.

And then you patted Steve on the arm, and left the two of them, walking back through the crowd.

It took you many minutes to find Wanda again, because the party is so crowded. And when you reached her, she was pouring a glass of drink into her mouth.

- Hey, I've been looking all over for you. - You announce mildly annoyed. - What the hell are you doing?

- Getting drunk! - she answers ironically. - Isn't that what people are supposed to do at a party?

- I don't know, you do whatever you want to do. - You retort, and Wanda raises her eyebrows.

- Very funny. You're the only one who says that. - She says as she turns away. - See you later.

Wanda leaves walking through the party, and you see her grab another drink glass on the way.

You think you heard someone yell fight while you were walking through the party, and then the crowd moved, but you didn't go toward the people. 

You are very angry, and impatient, wanting to be spending this evening with Wanda, but she doesn't seem interested. 

And then you were walking back the way you came, and you ran into the same couple as before, only now they were kissing. You laughed lightly, the boy looked shy. You decided to stay out of their way, and went downstairs, only to run into Wanda again.

- Hey, why don't you let me have this one. - You spoke up as you noticed what must have been one of the many glasses of booze she had taken, and you raised your arm to pick it up, but Wanda was quicker, moving the glass away.

- No! This one is mine! - she grumbled, clearly drunk, trying to push you away. But you managed to take her glass, and she let out an annoyed sigh.

As you put the glass on a small table, she walked away again, and before you could follow, Pepper was at your side.

- Girl, how did you manage to do that? - she asked, looking excited. You frowned.

- What are you talking about?

- You made a freak act like a human being. - She commented with irony, but you weren't even paying attention anymore. Your gaze raced across the room after Wanda, and then someone turned on the radio in the next room and the crowd screamed attracting your attention.

You exclaimed in surprise when you noticed Wanda dancing on a table, without the jacket she was wearing earlier. Pepper ran in the same direction, joining in the shouts of celebration from the crowd around the table. 

Walking towards the table you were a mixture of irritation, disbelief and embarrassment. Wanda was completely drunk, dancing sensually to the music, while people whistled and watched intently. She had her eyes closed, not even seeming to notice her surroundings.

And then she made a badly calculated move, and hit her head on the chandelier on the table. You were quick enough to catch her when she fell.

- Okay, that was enough. - You grumbled, helping her to her feet. - Are you okay?

- I'm fine! - she replied, but she could barely walk. You kept her from falling while grabbing the jacket she had thrown to the ground.

- Yeah, you're not fine. - You said. - Let's get out of here.

- I just need to lie down. - She mumbled, letting you hold her around the waist as you led her through the crowd.

- If you lie down, you'll sleep. - You say. - You can't sleep after hitting your head.

Wanda giggled.

- So many words. - She complained, and you thought it best to sit her down somewhere.

You reached the outside, as crowded as the house, but you managed to find a space in the garden for her to sit, and helped her to the bench. Wanda put her hand on her head where she had hit it.

- Hey, I need to talk to you. - Called Monica, walking up to you suddenly.

- I'm kinda busy. - You retorted, looking at Wanda.

- Five minutes, it's important.

You sighed, and took one last look at Wanda before walking away with Monica.

- Look, the deal is off, okay? - she said, and you blinked in confusion. - Pietro never wanted to be with me. He just wanted to have sex with Pepper.

You really didn't have the energy for that right now.

- Monica, where did all this come from now, huh? Weren't you two sneaking around together?

- I thought I was having a good time, but I saw them both at the party. - She explained, and you sighed impatiently.

- Hey, you like this boy don't you? - you asked, and she looked away, nodding. - And he's worth all this stuff you're doing?

- I thought so but...

- Yes or no?  - She swallowed hard, and you assumed a serious posture. - Listen, Pepper Potts is not half as good as you, and you never let anyone make you think that you don't deserve something. Okay? 

Monica nodded, looking surprised. You turned your face toward Wanda quickly.

- Look, I have to go. - You said as you turned and helped Wanda to her feet.

On the way out you made sure to grab one of the bottles of water you found in the barrels.

You let her rest her arm on your shoulder to keep from falling, while your arm went around her waist. You dragged her across the street, and you ended up climbing a small hill in the mansion area that ended at a playground.

- Why are you doing this? - she grumbled.

- I said, you might have a concussion. - You retorted. Wanda broke free of you and started trying to walk ahead. You kept your attention to catch her in case she fell.

- You don't even care if I don't wake up.

You let out a chuckle, stopping her from falling next.

- That's not true.

- Why not?

- Because then I'd have to date girls who like me. - You respond with humor.

- If you could find one. - She retorts, and you have a smile on your lips when you answer.

- Oh, see. Who needs affection when I get hate?

- I just need to sit for a while. - She says, closing her eyes for a moment, and you help her sit down on one of the swings behind you. She falls off balance a second after you put her there, but you are quick to help her stay seated.

- Jesus. - You sigh as you stop her from falling, and then sit down on the swing beside her while Wanda laughs lightly. - So, why do you let yourself be affected?

- By whom? - she asks.

- Potts.

Wanda looks away, shaking her head.

- I hate her.

You let out a tired sigh.

- Well, you have chosen the perfect revenge. Intravenous tequila. - You joke, making her laugh.

- It's what they say.... - She begins to speak while you are looking away, and with the momentary silence you stare back, startled to find her asleep. You get up hastily, touching her face.

- Hey, Wanda! Wake up! Come on, open your eyes! - You called out, patting her face lightly. 

Wanda blinked, opening her eyes, and you let out a sigh of relief. And then you took your hands away from her face and stood up, while she continued to look at you.

- I like your eyes. - She says with a shy smile. And you smile too, but then she throws up on your shoes the next second and the moment is broken. You laugh incredulously, but pat her on the back.

- Time to go home, punk. - You comment softly.

It takes a moment for Wanda to calm down, and you hand her the bottle of water you got. Then you walk to her car, and she hands you the keys.

Just as you are about to arrive at her house many minutes after, she speaks again:

- I should do that. - She comments still sounding drunk. 

- Do what?

- That. - She says, pointing to the radio. A rock song was playing.

- Start a band?

- No, install radios in cars. - She retorted with irony, and you laughed lightly. - Starting a band of course. My dad would love it.

You then stop the car in front of her house. 

- You don't seem to be the type to ask your father's permission to do things. - You comment as you take out the keys.

Wanda blinks in surprise.

- So now you know me?

- I'm trying. 

- People only know that I scare them.

- Yeah, I know the feeling. - You comment with a wry smile. Wanda looks at you with an intensity that makes your stomach turn. - So, your father looks tough.

- No, he just wants me to be someone I'm not. - She says, shaking her head slightly.

- Who?

- Pietro. - She answers with a frown. You let out an understanding sigh.

- No offense, I know everyone likes your brother and all, but he's a pretty shallow guy. - You say and Wanda looks at you in surprise, but then she has a little smile on her face.

- You know... you're not as obnoxious as I thought. - She says, making you laugh slightly. And then she looks at you like that again, and brings your faces together, closing her eyes. You swallow dryly, ignoring your nervousness, and look at the steering wheel.

- I think we should do this another time. - You say, and Wanda looks at you in disbelief, as you twiddle your fingers nervously. She frowns and looks ahead, then opens the car door and gets out.

You sit there for several minutes, hoping that Wanda won't be even more irritated with you than she usually is.

[radidadood]

Drabble, hc or scenario? Bruh idk anymore but tis is my mc x Nicky and yes it is self-indulgent 🤙 clearly nobody hatta read this go away-

Summary: Nicky reacting to Addy speaking in her mother language (Malay).

Warnings: oc x canon.

I actually just straight up put slang/accent here cuz its sounds better and google translate is blegh

"Adeh!" (Means ouch)

Was the first word Nicky heard but he just thought that's a random curse word after Addy practically hurt herself that time so he didn't say anything except asking if she's okay.

Another time was "mak!" (Mom), after she nearly dropped one of Nicky's booze and quickly apologized after caught everyone's weird eyes.

"Bodo la dia ni.." ("what a dumbass...") Addy snickered quietly to herself after Chris made a joke. "What was that?" Nicky tilted his hear curiously. She shook her head and smiled, "O-oh, nothing."

Addy barely sings except when she's alone but she wasn't subtle. Nicky won't tell but he snuck around her lotta times to hear her sing in her language.

"Profesor Klon! Saintis termasyur.. Kebanggaan rakyat, warga terunggul... Profesor Klon... Profesor Klon. Tokoh contoh Metrofulus, Profesor Klon!" While moving her shoulders on each words.

Dudes never question em until one day she got a call from Chris that Nicky's at the hospital.

"Nicky! Apakah-!" (What the-!)

After Addy burst in the room, that's where she let her asian self out.

Dudes looked like he bout to pass out so she smacked him (as they wait for the nurse) while yelling "bang! Bang!..Abang! Oi, jangan tido lagi lah!" (Honey! Oi, don't sleep yet!)

Smack after smack. I'm pretty sure tis bich did on purpose or is really dying ehek-

"Bangun bang! Bukak mata tu!" (Wake up baby! Open those eyes!)

The doctor/nurses and Chris behind her are all like 🧍seeing her throwing gibberish they don't even understand and torturing the life outta the mafiaso-

Bro lives. Anyway Nicky asked her later bout the words in the accident where she freaked and smacked him.

".. ooohhh!.. That.. What about it?"

"what it means?"

"what it means?" She repeated. He nodded. "Um. I was telling you to wake up. Not to fall asleep or whatever."

He tilted his head, "Aw, I worried you too much didn't it?"

*smack*

Addy started to open more to speak in her native tongue after Nicky encouraged her. "Look, you don't have to be ashamed of it. You know you don't have to be shy around me. I won't force you but still. Plus, I love hearing you speak like that." He winked.

Boy wait till he hears what "mak kau hijau" means 💀

(it means your mom's green but it's the same energy as your mom's gay/whore or something)

"Toots."

"Mm?"

"What's that thing you say, when you call me?"

"Call you what?"

"That word you keeps using to call me with."

"Abang?"

"Yea that's the one. What does it mean? Is it like a petname?"

"Yeah, sort of. Abang could means two thing. One, big brother and then honey or dear, baby and so on."

He mouthed an 'o' before asking another questions. "Just.. abang? No other petnames?" Addy giggled at his tiny struggled of pronouncing the word. "Sure there is but they're just so.. cheesy." She cringed.

He flicked her nose, "All petnames are cheesy, amore mio. C'mon, I can take it. It can't be that bad." She argued back, "For you. It's not about you. It's about me saying it. I don't... I'm not..."

"You're not...?" Nicky trailed, raising his eyebrows.

She gave up, "Not used to saying it, okay. I never got anyone special in life to call them those stuff. Hence saying it to anyone makes me hella cringe." "Hence the rejection of the lovey-dovey stuff I've done to you." He grinned understandably. She slowly nodded.

"What is 'I love you' in your language, uhh what's it call again?" He started.

"Bahasa melayu. But Malay for short."

"Right."

"Saya sayang awak."

"Pardon?"

"I love you. Saya.." She said it slowly as she point at herself, "sayang" and made a heart sign, "awak." then point at him.

Dudes tryda repeat her words you should've seen it it's adorable-

Nick's a quick learner, I predict he can catch up to Malay or any languages better than us catching up to Italian.

"So sayang means love, eh?"

"Uh, yea. You got it!" She smile sincerely. But he can sense a hint of "oh no" in her eyes as they darted anywhere but him.

He smirked as he moved closely to her. Addy didn't move a muscle and thought in her mind this is where she's going to die.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered in a low tone. "Hey sayang~"

*SMACK*

[shotorozu]

helloo im not rlly sure if ur pure filipino or sumth, but can i req todork,baku and mido w a filipino/a s/o who cant stop swearing, like sometimes they’re sad they go “putangina..” or if they’re mad “PUTANGINA” AHAHAFAGDGHD TY 💕💕

filipino s/o that can’t stop swearing

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : crack (x reader)

note(s) : NWNDNWKS i’m sorry that i didn’t write this right away i was occupied with school work >:T anyways, i’m half but i’m a lot more in touch with my filipino side 🧍 i haven’t been to canada in like,, 7 years. also, i do love swearing in filipino— but if my mom heard me say it, she’d get the broom stick 🧎‍♂️

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todoroki shouto

doesn’t know what you’re saying, but it sounds aggressive

he’s really interested in filipino though, especially with words that sound like “nagpagkakakakaka” not actually a real word but,, there’s a lot of words that sound like that

tries not to accidentally scare you, but when he does— he can’t help but be captivated by the way you immediately switch back to your native language

“tANGINA— oh, it’s just you shouto! you scared me”

and he’s just there like 🧍 i don’t know what that means, but it does sound attractive

also— he’d probably want you to teach him filipino, so that he could trash talk endeavor without him understanding.

“gusto ko sampalin yung tatay mo, shou” basically— ‘i want to hit your father’s face’

“oo syempre naman, mukha siyang panget” ‘of course— he looks ugly asf 😩🤌‼️’

and everyone around you is like 🤠❓❓❓ wtf are they saying

as much as shouto loves hearing you use your native language, he eventually makes a note to stop you when you start swearing especially in class

you know, just in case people DO know what those words mean 💀

bakugou katsuki

he finds it so funny when you get so mad, to the point you switch back to your native language

at first, he really didn’t know wtf you were saying— when you guys fight, and when you switch back to filipino, he gets so pressed and for what 💀

“speak in a language i can understand dumbass!”

but in reality— this is the only way you can intimidate katsuki, it gives him flashbacks of when his mom was scolding him 💀

not that he THINKS you’re his mom, but more like the anger levels are in the same wave length. he’d know that shit was going down when you started swearing in filipino

he’d know when to back down, and when people make you mad— he can only stare, shaking his head

“told you, you made them MAD MAD.”

teach him how to swear in filipino, and he’ll never swear in english/japanese ever again. it adds lots of spice when you swear in filipino

“tangina mo, icyhot.” (basically, fuck your mother)

“jusq— don’t say that to him.”

“guSTo Mo sApAkAn? HAh?”

in short, he finds it so entertaining when you start mouthing off in filipino, but he also knows when he should back off whenever you start

midoriya izuku

gets really scared when he first heard you mouth off in filipino. the unknown is scary after all.

i mean,, he doesn’t understand it yet, and by your tone, you’re angry! he just doesn’t know why you’re angry though.

he tenses up when he finds out that you’re actually swearing 🧎‍♂️

i feel like he learned a bit of filipino, just for you obviously— but he only learned the basics

so when he hears you fuming with anger, mouthing off in your native tongue— he scrabbles to fix everything

“c’mon everyone! they’re mad, we don’t want them to get angrier”

you taught him how to swear in filipino, but he says it at the most random times— he’s not even angry 90% of the time

oh, and he almost said it infront of your very filipino family 💀 rip.

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