#“hey mija; why don’t you get yourself something to eat?”

[raddest-laddest]

thinking about this really funny interaction i had with my boss yesterday

[luimagines]

He Asks You to Dance Part 3

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Part 3 will include Wild, Wind and Legend.

Content under the cut!

Wild

Wild didn’t even know Terry Town was planning a festival.

But here he was, with all his new friends, celebrating with old, the one year anniversary of the inauguration of Terry Town. 

Wild had to be quick on his feet for what felt like the whole day.

Between preparing for the celebration, getting all the requests filled and making sure the group weren’t left to their own devices for too long, Wild felt like he didn’t have a lot of room to breath. Let alone take a break.

But that fine.

The group eventually pitched in and the whole thing managed to run smoothly without any problems.

By the time the sun was gone and the large bonfire was lit, Wild finally let himself sit down and enjoy the atmosphere.

He watched, content and satisfied that everyone seemed to be having a good time. 

Legend and Wind were haggling the musicians in the best way possible. Time, Twilight and Warrior happened to open up the booze and were drinking away with some other men of the town. Four and Sky seemed to be happy enough eating what they had prepared on the sidelines while Hyrule, he knew, was actually up by Mija and her fairy fountain.

He wasn’t a fan of crowds and wanted to talk shop and magic with the fairies.

Wild couldn’t blame him.

Wild took a deep breath and leaned against the bench, closing his eyes momentarily with a smile on his face.

Until he sensed movement next to him.

He opened his eyes again and looked over.

You sat next to him, a quiet and subdued air around you. You smiled at him and if he didn’t know any better he would assume it was genuine.

He’s instantly on edge.

“Tired Wild Child?” You ask. “You were running around like a cucco without their head all morning and afternoon, I thought the place was going to run you ragged.”

Wild snorts unexpectantly and he sits straighter. “A little. But nothing I can’t handle.”

“I’m just glad you’re actually taking a break.” You sighed and lean back. “This is nice. You did a good job.”

Wild preens a little at your words and he feels like he’s floating. “Go enjoy it then! You don’t have to spend the night moping next to me. I’ll hop in, in a minute. I just wanted to catch my breath.”

You hum and look away. “That eager to get rid of me, huh?”

Wild almost shoots off of the bench at your words and backpedals at the speed of light. “No, that’s not it at all! I was just-”

“Relax Link.” You smile that lie again. “I’m just messing with you.”

Wild frowns and looks over his shoulder to where Legend and Wind have more or less taken over to music and have begin to play something soft but lively, enough to get the people dancing and spinning around.

Wild gets an idea.

“Dance with me.” He stands and holds his hand out.

“What happened to catching your breath?”

“Caught it.”

You snort and look over. You’re sad, and he doesn’t know why. But what he does know, is that he doesn’t want you to lie anymore.

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Dance with me.”

You consider it- longer than Wild would have thought to and finally, place your hands in his.

He’s stunned by how soft it is and how you fit into his hand perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece and he grips is gently, tugging you forward. “Just one.”

“Ok.” You looked down and step with him. “I can do that.”

You look back up and Wild’s breath gets caught in his throat. The light of the colored lanterns all around the two or you give you a pleasantly soft and sweet look to your face and your hair and Wild forgets that there’s more than you two at the moment.

He swallows and takes the leads.

And your smile.... well....

He can tell it’s not a lie anymore.

Wind

Wind had no idea what his grandma was expecting him to do with so little time to prepare for the High Tide Festival but Wind was never one to back down from a challenge.

The others were quickly put to work in helping in decorating the place and getting all the food together to feed to whole island and the visitors of Wind’s friend group. 

Wind didn’t actually want to help at all- he had promised to show you all around his home and he was stuck doing everything but that.

He doesn’t even know where you are right now but he wants to be by your side.

Not stuck by the stuffy adults and.... stringing up streamers.

He would normally be more excited for it, but not having you in his line of sight was putting a bit of a damper on his current mood.

He had promised...

“I got this Wind.” Twilight comes up from behind to take the box from his hands. “I think they miss you.”

There’s a bit of  teasing remark on Twilight’s breath, Wind can feel it but he looks over to where he gestures and see you there with your arms crossed and looking to the middle of the courtyard...

You look lost.

Wind feels himself still in that minute and he doesn’t think he actually had it in him to approach you.

Twilight snorts and pushes him forward slightly.

“They don’t bite.“ He says. “You wanted to spend time with them anyway right? Why the sudden cold feet?”

Wind gulps and tries to think of a smart answer. “Uhhh...”

Twilight claps him on his shoulder and walks away. “They were wondering where you were by the way.”

Wind bite his lip.

He did promise...

His first few steps are hesitant and unsure, and even when he finally makes his way next to you, you don’t seem to know he’s there.

“Hey.” Wind smiles ad takes your hand.

You startle and the small smile that graces your face does something funny to his chest. “Wind!”

There’s some music that begins behind you two, the musicians of the island begin to try and find the right mood they want to setting sun to have.

Wind grins and grips your hand tighter, pulling up gently in the direction. “Will you dance with me?”

You blink and smile wider. “Sure Wind.”

Wind feels himself grin and neither of you actually know how to dance but you’re laughing and he spins you around. 

Wind likes this.

Wind thinks this is nice.

Your laugh is nice.

Your smile is nice.

You’re nice.

Legend

Legend wasn’t really comfortable with the current chain of events.

He knew that every one was supposed to have a good time and relax and eat until they felt like they could burst... but he didn’t feel the desire to join them in this time of merriment.

Call him a barnacle if you wish but he would really be in bed and inside. But this was his Hyrule and he had to keep appearances for the group because they wanted to be out here in the festivities.

He wasn’t going to rain on their parade just because he wasn’t in the mood to be there.

He walked around, letting the time pass and watching all the other around him have fun and dance and sing- he would enjoy the party vicariously through them.

It was enough.

Until he saw you.

Briefly anyway.

You took off before he could really see what was happening but something in his gut told him that something was wrong. And he knows better than to ignore his gut at this point in his life.

He follows you and slows when he sees you rubs your eyes and pinch your nose and show all the signs of trying to stop a sob before it actually takes over.

“Hey.” The sounds leaves his mouth before he can even think twice.

You startle and harshly wipe the evidence away from your face.

“Are you ok?” Legend gulps slightly.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” You say. Like a liar. “I just got emotional. This is nice. Your home really knows how to throw a party.”

“Yeah.” He agree on his breath. “Are you-... What’s wrong?”

You sniffle and blink owlishly at him.

“I...” You start and sigh, wiping your hand on your tunic. “I can’t hide anything from you, can I? I’m fine really. I’m just a bit homesick, is all.”

“Homesick?” He walks toward you.

“Yeah. Around this time, back home, we’d have a festival just like this.” You say with a blissful look on your face. “It has everything. Food, music, games, shows and good company too. It... it didn’t really register that I’d miss it this year until a moment ago. I won’t be with my family for the first time and I just... got emotional. I’ll be fine. Really. Go have fun. You deserve it.”

Legend stands there, stunned before his ears pick up the subtle tune of a slow song in the background.

He looks behind him and then back to you.

You look too good to look sad right now, and it’s not like Legend is going to rain on the parade just because he would rather be somewhere else.

He holds his hand out and tilts his head. “Come on. Dance with me. You’re too beautiful to hide yourself away.”

“Link.” You sigh.

“It won’t be as much fun without you.” He says in a final attempt to get you go with him.

You look at his hand and smile, letting him pull you toward him and sway left to right with the music. “Alright. You win.”

For a moment, when he spins you around and begins to lead a more cohesive dance with you in his arms, Legend actually thinks that there’s no other place he’d like to be.

[fanficimagery]

They’re So Not Holograms.

Imagine being expelled from school so your uncle Ray offers to take you in and offers you a chance to start over. You accept and you're in for one heck of a story when you realize you're not the only occupant of the Molina garage.

Words: 10K Warnings: This is my first work for JatP, so I apologize in advance for the OOCness of them all. I had no idea what was going to make the final edit, so yeah.. this is not my best work. Be warned that there's mention of an incident that involves a straight guy not taking no for an answer from a lesbian girl. I won't go into detail of that particular scene since it happened before Y/N shows up on the Molina's front doorstep, but it is mentioned which is why I'm warning you now.

Staring up at the large two story home you usually visit every summer and every spring break, you can't help but sigh and wish you were visiting rather than moving in. You love your uncle and your cousins, but you were forced to leave a lot behind in order for your parents to keep their jobs and their mostly in-tact reputations after your little incident.

The front door opens, the shortest and youngest of the bunch jogging straight for you. You drop your duffel bag and prep yourself for Carlos throwing his weight at you, and you catch him with a laugh as you spin from the momentum. "Carlos! Dang, little man, you're growing fast." Julie walks up soon after, shaking her head in amusement at the two of you as you settle her little brother back on the ground and then ruffle his hair. He swats at your hand before you give Julie your attention then. "Hey, superstar. How's it hanging?"

"Hey, Y/N," she muses, "was the drive okay?"

"Eh. I angry karaoke'd all the way here." You shrug. "So where's uncle Ray?"

"Upstairs trying to figure out how to divide Julie's room for the two of you," Carlos says.

Your smile falls and you look at Julie. "What? He's making us share?"

"Yeah. It's totally fine though," she says when she notices your expression.

"No way, Jules! I can't put you out like that. That's not fair."

"It's fine, Y/N. Really."

"Julie, we're both teenage girls. I love you, but you know our hormones will eventually make us clash."

"And on that note, I'm going back inside."

You grin at Carlos' hasty escape, but then quickly refocus on the situation at hand. "God Jules, I'm so sorry. I thought uncle Ray would put me in the spare room or on the living room couch or something."

"Well the spare room was originally the plan," she says, "but then we remembered all of mom's stuff was in there." You cringe, but she assures you it's okay. "And you're going to be here for a while. You are not sleeping on the couch."

You sigh and offer her a faint smile. "I'm sorry to be an even bigger pain in the butt, but I'm not staying in your room either."

"It's either my room or Carlos' room. I suggest you choose wisely, cousin."

"I-"

"Y/N!" Your uncle Ray suddenly appears in the doorway, walking down the sidewalk towards you. "Carlos told me you had gotten in. How are you doing, mija?" He wraps you in a brief hug, kissing your forehead in greeting.

"Hey, uncle Ray. I'm doing good. How are you?"

"I'd be better if I knew where you were gonna sleep." He sighs. "Carlos also told me we have a bedroom dilemma as you refuse to share with Julie."

"I'm really sorry." You frown. "If I were only staying here for a few weeks, I'd be stoked to share with Julie. But it's not a couple of weeks, uncle Ray."

"I know and I'm sorry for trying to shove two teenage girls into one space." You smile sheepishly at him as he seems to understand your reasoning as well. "But the only other space I can think of is the studio garage out back." You seem to perk up a bit, attention solely focused on your uncle that you don't notice Julie's eyes widening. "Julie uses it to practice with her band, but there's a loft that we've recently cleaned out. There's a bathroom in there already, so all I'd need to do is drag a mattress up there. That is if you don't mind all the musical racket."

"Y-yeah. Of course! I don't mind at all." You say, feeling just an ounce of excitement of having your own space.

"What? No," Julie laughs nervously. "I'm sure Y/N doesn't want to live in our garage all on her own. Right?"

"What? Are you kidding me?" You huff. "It'd be like having my own mini apartment, only my favorite cousin in the entire world gets to visit everyday!"

Julie looks like she wants to object some more, which is surprising, but she eventually slumps and shakes her head. "Okay. Just as long as you're sure."

"Of course I'm sure."

"Then I'll go move stuff around. Give me your duffel bag," she holds her hand out for you to pick up your bag and hand it over, "and I'll take it out back. You go inside and help dad bring the mattress out."

"Sounds like a plan." Feeling better about your situation now, you quickly hand your cousin your duffel bag and then follow after your uncle Ray inside their home.

Julie sighs, shaking her head in amusement as she catches the pep in Y/N's step. As soon as the front door is shut, she quickly runs around the house, down the stone steps, and into the studio garage where the boys are chilling. They, however, jump up to their feet upon seeing Julie's hasty entrance.

"Okay so we have a problem."

"What? What is it? Did your not dad not take the ghost secret well?" Reggie asks, whining. "Aw man. I knew we should have waited. Does he hate us now? He hates me. Right?"

Julie's eyes, having widened at Reggie's rapid fire questions, blink owlishly at him. "One, slow down. And two, no I haven't told my dad. I can't seem to find the right time."

"Okay then," Luke drawls. "So what's the problem?"

"My cousin got expelled from her school so my dad offered to let her move in and she's going to be living in the loft. In here. With you guys."

Alex slowly leans atop the piano, clearly intrigued. "Whoa. What'd she do?"

Julie opens her mouth to answer, but then closes it and settles for a shrug. "I'm not sure. Dad wouldn't tell us when we asked. He just said there was an incident and if Y/N didn't move in with us, then her parents would have to relocate and she already had a rocky relationship with them so.." she says, smiling fondly. "She's better suited for our family anyway. She's more like a sister to me than a cousin."

Reggie raises his hand as if he needs to, to ask a simple question. "Is this cousin of yours hot?" Alex is immediate to reach over and smack his friend. "Ow! What?" He wonders as he rubs his arm. "I'm just asking what me and Luke are thinking."

"Hey, bro, do not bring me into this!" Luke quickly defends himself. He then glances at Julie, lips stretching into a small smile. "You gonna tell her about us?"

"I'm going to have to, aren't I? I can't exactly leave her in the dark while you three are lurking about. I don't want her to do something she doesn't want anyone else to see."

Reggie nods, smiling. "Like getting naked."

Alex moves to hit his friend again, but then realizes Reggie is right. If he were in Julie's cousin's shoes, he wouldn't want to strip while three ghosts watched on unknowingly. Instead he sighs and Julie nods in agreement. "Exactly. I'm going to tell her. I just- I'm not sure when. So until I do, you three need to be on your best behavior."

"Jules," Luke feigns being hurt as he clutches at his chest, "it's us you're talking about. When have we ever misbehaved?" Julie huffs, crosses her arms over her chest, and raises an eyebrow at Luke. His façade cracks as he laughs. "Fine. We'll be on our best behavior until you tell her about her roommates."

"Thank you." She rolls her eyes, but before she can say any more Carlos is jogging into the room.

"Okay so Y/N and dad are almost here. Tell your ghostly dude-bros to chillax and not scare her like Reggie did tía Victoria."

Reggie squawks. "You scare an adult one time and he never lets you forget it."

Julie chuckles at her ghostly friend while her brother glances around in hopes of seeing them. Ever since Julie freed them from Caleb Covington's curse and was able to finally touch them, they had the choice of turning visible whenever they felt like it. But for some reason, they were more comfortable as ghosts and only turned solid when they got the desire to eat food.

The garage door suddenly opens wide and Ray walks in, one end of the mattress settled on the back of his neck. Y/N is on the other end, struggling slightly with the mattress in her hands.

"I am not meant for physical activity."

Carlos giggles at his cousin's words, jogging over to help her. But when they get to the steep stairs, both Y/N and Carlos leave it up to Ray to figure out how he's going to get the mattress up into the loft. He does, eventually, and then Ray drags Carlos back towards the house with him to retrieve sheets, pillows, and a blanket.

"Oh my god. She is cute!" Reggie muses.

Alex chuckles, but Luke is caught staring at Y/N with awe etched into his features. Alex nudges Reggie and gestures to their friend, and Julie tries her best to fight off a grin. Oh to be able to tease him right about now on having a crush on Y/N as he did to her with Nick that one time while she was in school.

"Listen," Y/N says as she nears Julie. "I know this was tía Rose's place and I know how much it means to you." Julie smiles sadly as Y/N starts to walk around, eyeing the piano, drums, bass, and guitar appreciatively. The boys make sure to stay out of her way as they watch her every move. "I promise to keep my place nice and tidy, and to not mess with anything down here." She goes to touch the drum set, but thinks better of it and pulls her hand back as she smiles sheepishly.

Alex is quick to point it out. "I like her! She knows boundaries."

"Just say the word and I'll be out of your way when you're here with the band."

"It's no problem. Really," Julie assures you. "I, uh, I already called the boys to let them know. They're excited to meet you."

You pause and meet your cousin's eyes. "Really? I-I mean cool."

Julie's eyes narrow at your reaction and the way you can't seem to meet her eyes. "You think they're cute, don't you?"

You cave with a relieved sigh of her automatically knowing. "So cute." Alex rolls his eyes with an amused smile as Reggie and Luke high five, chuckling at their good fortune. "But boundaries! They are your bandmates and I won't interfere other than offering my friendship. Heck I won't even let it be known that I find them cute."

Julie chuckles, angling her head down as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "It's a little too late for that."

"Hmm? What did you say?"

Her head snaps up. "Nothing! Nothing," her chuckles now sound a little nervous. "So, uh, is there anything else we need to get from your car?"

"Oh yeah! I have some stuff that needs to come in." As Julie joins her cousin's side, Y/N asks, "Is there any place I can set up my laptop and printer?"

"Of course. Come on. Let's get you set up. I'm sure you're ready to get some sleep."

"So ready," you groan. "I don't have much to unpack, but I want to settle in before I start school on Monday."

As the two girl cousins walk out of the studio, the three ghostly boys watch them leave.

"Oh yeah. She's definitely hot."

"Hey. Come on, dude." Luke softly swats at Reggie. "That's Julie's cousin you're talking about."

"What? I'm just stating facts," Reggie says. "And besides it's you we should be worried about." He steps towards Luke, reaching for his face. "I think I still see a bit of drool. You might wanna wipe that off."

Alex laughs as Luke rolls his eyes. "Whatever. We're ghosts anyway. It's not like anything can happen between us."

"Can't it?" Alex muses, shoving his hands deep into his front pockets. "I mean we can turn solid now. If you want something to happen, it can definitely happen." Reggie smirks as Luke takes a moment to process his friend's words. "And while you think on that, I'm gonna go see what Willie's up to. See you later!"

Alex poofs out of the room, leaving Reggie and Luke. Reggie laughs at his friend's sudden ghostly crisis, stepping closer to him and clasping his shoulder in hand. "Dude, we're ghosts. If something happens, it happens. Just don't get attached." And with that, Reggie poofs out too.

Luke hears Julie and her cousin's laughter ring out, the two girls already coming back. His eyes widen and he poofs out as well. The girl was cute, he will admit that, but he needed to get his head on straight before he became a pining ghost.

You spend the weekend with Julie, surprising her best friend Flynn with your new living situation and then driving them around since neither of them had their driving permit. The girls had kept you busy at the beach and showing you their favorite food places. Sometimes you would catch your cousin mumbling to thin air, but Flynn was quick to distract you and you ended up forgetting Julie's weird behavior minutes later.

Monday morning rolls around and, after taking your time to get ready, you grab your backpack and exit the studio to head inside the house. Uncle Ray has cooked up a breakfast feast, and Julie and Carlos are just coming down the stairs as you're taking a seat at the table.

You smile through a yawn as a plate is placed in front of you. "Whoa. That was a big one," uncle Ray says. "Did you sleep well?"

"Sorry. And yeah," you say. "I love it out there, although it is a bit colder than I expected."

Julie freezes as Carlos snorts. "Sorry about that. It's just our resident ghosts. Ow!"

You frown as he glares at his sister, said sister laughing nervously as she glances between you and Carlos. "Don't listen to him. Ghosts? Pft. What ghosts?"

Ray chuckles as Carlos rolls his eyes, the young boy digging into his eggs and sausage as Julie quickly casts him a brief glare.

You glance between the siblings suspiciously, but don't give it much thought and start in on your own breakfast. "Well if you need a portable heater, we can get you one."

Carlos opens his mouth to retort, but upon seeing his sister's stare he thinks better about it. You fight off a smile, shaking your head at your uncle. "It's fine. I usually kick my blanket off in the middle of the night which is why I get cold when a gust of cool air hits me. I just need to learn not to kick off the blankets. I'll be fine."

"Alright. Well eat up, guys. I need to head into the office as soon as I drop you off."

Carlos nods, but you and Julie frown at him. She looks at you and you look at her, and then you look at your uncle. "Um, uncle Ray, did you forget I drive? I can take Carlos with Julie and I. We were going to pick up Flynn as well."

"Huh. I forgot you drove." You grin up at him. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. From what I saw, Carlos' school campus is on our way to the high school. It'll be fine."

Uncle Ray seems to sag with relief. "Thanks so much, mija. I can actually head in early today then." Carlos cheers about riding with his cousin instead of being dropped off by his dad. "Well if you're all set, I'll see you guys after school. We'll go out for burgers tonight."

This time it's your turn to cheer. "Yes!"

          - - - - - - - - - - 

The first day of school went about as expected. Everyone was drawn to you as the new girl and Flynn thrived under the attention, but you mostly kept to yourself unless Julie introduced you to someone. You met Nick and thought he was okay, and then hid your amusement when Flynn would tease Julie about him breaking up with his girlfriend Carrie for her.

Of course not everyone was a fan of your cousin and you met the one person who seemed to dislike her the most. You knew Carrie from previous summers, but she and Julie had a falling out and no one would mention why. Not even Flynn. So figuring it was none of your business, you let it go but ended up staring Carrie down when she tried to intimidate you. Needless to say, the junior had nothing on you and didn't seem keen to start anything with a senior after your feathers didn't ruffle as easily as she thought.

Julie had more homework than you, so while she focused inside the house at the kitchen table, you went to the studio and up into your loft. The second you plop down onto the bed, a cold gust of wind sweeps up your back. You shiver, frowning, but then move on with a shake of your head.

From your backpack you pull out your Algebra II and History textbooks. You immediately start working on history, reading the assigned passages and answering the questions that follow. It takes you half an hour to complete it and before you move on to Math you reach over and grab your laptop from the bedside table. However when you open it up, your laptop automatically comes to life and you're left frowning at the YouTube page it's been left on.

"What the.. this is weird," you mumble. You briefly glance at the top Rock songs from the last decade before exiting out of YouTube and bringing up iTunes, choosing your Math Blows playlist and closing your eyes in brief bliss as Queen starts to play.

But the moment Bohemian Rhapsody ends and Aerosmith's Dude (Looks Like a Lady) begins, you get started on Math. It takes you a little bit longer to complete the assignment than History took you, but by the time you're done Julie has yet to find you. So after putting everything back into your backpack and setting it aside, you roll across your bed and reach into a hard plastic tote that holds some of your belongings. You pull out your drawing tablet and a stack of stickers, and then head on downstairs to the couch.

Drawing caricatures was a hobby of yours and you just so happened to have a friend who would take your edits and turn them into stickers. For now you have about five stickers of each member of your cousin's band- caricature style- and the name of whatever instrument they played curved underneath their faces. Lately you've been working on a sticker that said 'Julie and the Phantoms', but you couldn't get the font or coloring quite right.

You've just settled on coloring Julie's name in a purple that transitions into blue from one end to the other when said girl walks in, sodas in hand. "Finally," she sighs. "I didn't think I'd ever finish that homework. What are you doing?" She then asks as she hands over a Coke.

"I'm just messing around," you tell her as you show her what's on the tablet. "There's a small stack of stickers for you and the boys right there."

Julie glances at the table where you've gestured to and she walks over to pick up the stickers. She sets her soda down and skims through each sticker, a smile blossoming. "Did you- did you make these?"

You shrug. "I drew them, but my friend printed them. As soon as I finish this one I'm working on right now, I'm gonna email it to him so he'll make them into stickers as well."

Your cousin is so in awe that she's not paying you any attention, but you catch her murmuring beneath her breath and nodding along as if she were agreeing with something being said. She eventually looks up, chuckling. "These are sick. The boys are going to love them."

You smile. "I hope so. If you want more, just let me know. They're pretty cheap to make so I don't mind getting them for you guys."

"Can I- can I make a suggestion to the one you're working on now?"

"Oh. Yeah! Of course. What'd you have in mind?"

"Under the band name or wherever you think is good, can you add the words 'tell your friends!'?" She asks. "It's just something silly Reggie says every time the band is introduced."

"Yeah." You glance down at the tablet, trying to figure out the best placement. But then you look up, brow furrowed in thought. "Is this something only Reggie says?"

"Uh yeah. I guess so," she says, shaking her head at something off to her side.

You grin. "I have an idea. Let me try something out and see if you like it. Give me like ten minutes."

Julie sets the stickers back down, picking up her soda and cracking it open. You crack open yours as well, taking a sip before getting down to work. You make the sticker you originally had a little bit smaller, adding in a caricature of a waving Reggie from the waist up peeking out from behind the font. You add a speech bubble, filling it in with the requested 'Tell your friends!'.

When Julie sees it she can't help but laugh. "That's perfect. I'm sure he's gonna be stoked."

"Speaking of, when do I get to meet these hot friends of yours?"

Julie groans and you laugh as you finish coloring and resizing the sticker before sending it off to your friend to print. Closing your tablet, you give her your full attention as she's now sitting next to you on the couch. "Soon," she promises.

"Alright. So what are we doing until your dad gets home? You gonna sing for me, Jules? Give me my own private concert?"

She laughs. "No way. Just watch the Youtube videos. I'm sure Carlos posted every performance."

"Oh he did. And believe me when I say I've watched them. Repeatedly. That guitarist of yours has got some arms that are just- mmm." Julie groans some more, hiding her face in a pillow, and you laugh. "What? I need to get it out of my system before I meet them."

Julie lets the pillow fall into her lap, a smile turning up the corners of her mouth. "All I'm gonna say is don't be surprised if they know what you've said. They kind of have a sixth sense about these things."

"It's all good." You laugh some more.

You go to ask her if she wants to torment her little brother with you, but you see her amusement slowly die and you keep yourself from saying anything. "Hey Y/N, can I ask you something? You totally don't have to answer, but I'm really curious about it."

"Oh. Uh, sure."

"What happened at your old school that ended with you being expelled?"

Your smile falls. "Uncle Ray didn't tell you?"

"Not really. He just said there was a disagreement and a.. protest?"

You snort. It takes you a moment to collect your thoughts, but when you do you end up telling her exactly what happened. "I had this friend back at my old school. She's gay, but only those close to her knew. What it boiled down to was that some asshole found out and outed her to our entire school. Then this boy took things too far by, in his words, giving her what she was missing out on and trying to turn her straight." You roll your eyes, not noticing Julie smiling sympathetically off to the side. "He shoved his tongue down her throat, she tried to push him off of her, but he wouldn't budge. So I beat the shit out of him."

Julie chokes on her own saliva. "W-what?" And then she laughs.

"Well I hit him across the back of the head with one of those hard plastic lunch trays. And then when that broke I used the heaviest textbook I could get my hands on and hit him a few more times."

"Oh my god," she grins. "You're such a badass."

You laugh at your cousin's look of awe. "There was like a week of back and forth between the school and that douchebag's parents, and it made everyone at school show their true colors. I was disgusted that the guy practically got off with a slap on the wrist for assaulting my friend, so I contacted a few friends to make some signs for a mini-protest in front of the school and it kind of got out of control. A few friends turned into thirty and I think there were even a few drag queens in there. They had signs and Pride flags and it- it got pretty scary for a second when a fight almost broke out."

"I repeat," Julie smirks, "you're a badass."

"I was expelled because my protest drew in adult strangers to where many minor children attend school, but the expulsion wouldn't have mattered anyway because I had a restraining order slapped against me by that douchebag's parents and would have had to leave anyway."

"Screw them," Julie says. "That's so messed up."

"It is, but it worked out in my favor. I got out of my parents house and now get to spend the rest of my last year of high school with you."

"And your 18th birthday. You can't forget that," she muses. "It's only a few months away."

Your nose wrinkles. "No parties."

"But it's New Year's! Of course we're having a party," she gushes. "Your birthday is a rare one. Instead of blowing out a candle at midnight, you get to make out with someone."

Laughing, you reach over to nudge her. "You're something else, Jules. I don't know how you have your dad fooled about being so sweet and innocent." She giggles, batting her eyelashes at you. "Now come on. Lets go torment Carlos. It's been about a year since I've sat on him and made him listen to Barbie Girl on a loop."

You stand up, Julie laughing as you offer her a hand and pull her up off the couch.

By the end of your first week with the Molinas, you've settled into a routine that you're comfortable with. You had noticed Julie got a little squirrely whenever you mentioned the boys, so you dropped the subject of meeting them and figured it'd happen when the timing was right. Julie's tía Victoria was happy to have you around the family, she noticing a lightness around the house that she hadn't seen since her sister had passed.

Life with your cousins was going spectacularly well, so of course there had to be a bump in the road. And a major one at that.

You're sleeping when cold air suddenly seeps into your back, making you shiver and wake up briefly. You find your blanket and pull up over your shoulders, turning around in the process and.. rolling into something- er, someone solid. You're fully awake now.

"Ahh!" You scream.

The figure in bed with you jolts, screaming as well. "Ahh!"

"Who the hell are you?!" You move to punch at them, only for them to disappear right before your very eyes. You freeze as your heart drops into your stomach, your eyes blowing wide when he reappears at the foot of your bed. "What the- how did-"

Another figure pops in, grabbing the first by his ear. "Dude, not cool!"

Your sudden fear has you frozen and only capable of glancing between the two figures. Semi-slicked hair, leather jacket, flannel wrapped around his waist.. "R-Reggie?" You wonder aloud in confusion.

Both boys glance at you, the shaggy hair and killer arms in a cut off tee letting you know exactly who he was. You hold your blanket tighter to you, heart thumping wildly. Reggie grimaces in pain as he finally pulls free from Luke's hold. "Hiya. Sorry about waking you and all that. I totally should have asked before taking up the other side of your bed."

Luke shakes his head. "When Jules finds out she's going to kick your butt, man. We were supposed to ease her into the whole ghost business."

"G-ghost?"

Another figure pops in, the blonde sighing and shaking his head in disappointment at his friends. Alex. "I woke Julie. She'll be down here soon." Then he glances at you, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry about all this. Reggie and Luke are idiots."

"Can you blame me?" Reggie whines. "Y/N's bed is really comfortable. And I actually thought she'd just roll through me. I didn't know I'd gone solid. It was unintentional."

"Um," you gulp. "H-how would you know my bed was comfortable?" Reggie freezes and then suddenly looks very interested in the ceiling, and your eyes narrow at him. You sit up a little straighter, staring at Luke, but he too averts his gaze when he notices you're staring at him.

Alex is the only one amused and he meets your gaze with a smile. "These two idiots like to nap in your bed when you're in school."

"WHAT!?" The two guilty ghosts poof out, making you flinch as you suddenly remember they're not exactly normal boys.

"I told them it was going to bite them in the butts. I guess they hadn't counted on it being so soon." You blink owlishly at him, unsure of what to say now. After all, HE'S A GHOST! Alex notices your stare and sighs. "Well if you'd like to get dressed or whatever, Julie should be here any second now. We'll explain things then."

Alex poofs out and you're left staring at nothing but air. Your heart is still wildly thumping and there are only three words running through your mind: what.. the.. fuck.

After what seems like several long minutes, but really it was only about a minute after the boys had left you alone, the studio door opens and a frantic Julie rushes in. At the sound of her panicked voice, you throw off your blanket and scramble down the stairs.

Julie stares at you in shock, still in her own pajamas, before her gaze falls towards your legs and then back up to your own gaze. "Uh, Y/N? You forgetting something?" You glance down, frowning and wondering what she's talking about. "Pants, loser. You forgot pants."

"Yeah? And you forgot to tell me that ghosts are real!" She sighs as you stare her down, but then you subtly glance around for a pair of pants or shorts or something. Black sweats hit your shoulder and you meet Alex's sheepish gaze. Hesitantly smiling at him, you quickly step into them and drag them up your legs. "If they've been in here this whole time it's nothing they haven't seen before."

Reggie giggles and Alex shakes his head at friend. Luke, however, can't seem to look in your direction and there's a telltale flush on his cheeks. Huh, that's odd.

"I'm really sorry," Julie says. "I was going to tell you, but it was never the right time."

"Jules, the right time would have been when uncle Ray gave me permission to sleep out here."

She frowns guiltily at you and you know you're not really upset with her. The adrenaline of bumping into someone in your bed was still rushing through your veins which is why you seem a bit cranky. "If it'll help we can explain everything now?"

"Might as well," you sigh. "I don't think I'll be able to fall back asleep." You shuffle over towards the couch, eyeing each boy on the way. Sitting down, you drag a pillow into your lap and hug it. "So.. what the hell is going on?"

Your cousin and the boys glance at one another, Reggie and Luke subtly shaking their heads. Alex rolls his eyes and steps forward to stand with Julie. It looked like they were going to be the ones to explain.

"Okay, so," Alex says. "Luke, Reggie, and I died twenty five years ago."

Immediately your hand raises and Alex falls silent. "Quick question. If you guys are supposedly ghosts, then why was I able to actually feel Reggie?"

"That part comes in later. Just please listen," Julie pleads.

You nod, gesturing for them to continue then. Alex flashes you a small smile. "So we died-"

"Death by hotdog," Reggie sadly muses.

Luke nods along. "I'll never look at another hotdog the same way again."

You can't help but snort, especially when Alex and Julie roll their eyes at the interruption. "Anyway, as I was saying," Alex says, raising his voice a little higher, "we died. We ended up in this dark room for what felt like an hour and then got spit out here in Julie's garage when she played one of our demo CD's."

"Only it wasn't an hour later," Julie says next. "It was twenty five years later." You shake your head in utter amazement. "At first I was the only one able to see them. Then when I had a performance at school and the boys performed behind me in solidarity, they could- they could be seen! The entire school could see them, but then as soon as the performance was over they poofed out."

"Hence the phantom part of the band name," you mumble.

"We let everyone believe we're holograms," Alex says. "Anyway, we used to be a band of four before we died. Sunset Curve. The only one to survive went on and skyrocketed to fame with songs that Luke wrote."

"He didn't!?" Your eyes widen. You glance at Luke to see him frowning. "What a dick thing to do."

The boys all snort, but a moment later Alex continues to tell their story. "We were pissed and ended up being introduced to this ghost who was supposed to help us get revenge on our ex-band mate. Only this ghost was old and powerful and wanted us to join his ghostly club house band."

"And when he noticed we weren't going to join him, he stamped us with a curse," Luke finally speaks up. "The longer we were away from his club, we got hit with these painful jolts. They started to become more frequent and would have eventually destroyed our souls."

"But our girl Julie," Reggie muses, "cried her big heart out and, we're not sure exactly how, was able to touch us. Her touch made us feel stronger, warmer, and it disappeared the stamps off our wrists."

"And now I have three ghostly brothers who can go corporeal whenever they feel like it," Julie says as she hooks her arm through Alex's. You grin at her. "I really am sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

You wave her off. "At least the truth came out before I was in a rush to go somewhere and whipped off my shirt. I'd have hated to traumatize the boys."

"Oh please traumatize me." The words are mumbled, but still heard by everyone. Every gaze darts to, surprisingly, Luke and his eyes widen as cheeks redden. "Did I- did I say that out loud?"

Reggie snorts. "You did."

"Well I- I didn't mean-" Luke rubs at the back of his neck, falling silent and then poofing out.

The second Luke is gone, everyone bursts into laughter. You laugh so much that tears gather in the corner of your eyes and Julie is hanging off of Alex's arm. Reggie is the first to recover and mentions going to check on his boy, and then it was just Alex with you and Julie.

You eventually stand up, intent on doing something now that you've had this big secret dropped into your lap, when Alex takes a step in your direction. He pauses and you quirk an eyebrow at him. "Can I just say thanks for being so cool about this? I mean you could have ran inside the house and alerted everyone like Julie first did-"

"Hey! Not cool." Said girl pouts, swatting Alex with the back of her hand.

"-but you didn't. Sure you freaked, but I would too if I woke up next to Reggie."

You chuckle softly. "You guys are just lucky I hate physical activity and loathe running." Alex grins at you. "Plus I guess your secret is pretty cool. I'm okay living with ghosts so long as no ghosts occupy my bed while I'm still in it."

"Noted. I'll be sure to let the boys know."

"Thanks." As soon as Alex poofs out, your chill façade drops. "Oh my god, Julie!" You hiss. "They're ghosts!"

Her smile falters. "Uh, yeah."

"They're ghosts who heard me talking about how cute they were and about Luke's arms!"

"Oh yeah." She chuckles. "Well if it's any consolation, Luke is clearly into you. He totally wants you to traumatize him with your boobs."

"It's not funny!"

She fights to contain her amusement. "It kind of is."

"Ugh. Julie," you groan. "This is so embarrassing."

"Relax. They'll probably poke fun for a few days before letting it slide. Just give them a chance, Y/N. They're really cool guys."

"God I hope you're right."

Now that the secret is out, the boys are corporeal more often than not inside the studio. Reggie and Luke take pleasure in teasing you, the two of them bringing up stuff you said about them when they were invisible or drawing attention to Luke's arms or Luke somehow suddenly needing to change to his shirt while in your presence. You made promises to get him back- to which Alex couldn't wait for to see what you came up with- but you've yet to fulfill that promise because there were more pressing matters at hand.

You're more than okay with keeping their secret, but it's only a matter of time before uncle Ray catches them. They like interacting with you, Flynn, and Carlos so they're visible quite a lot, but anytime uncle Ray nears it's a race to clean up any evidence of their presence and then poof out. You manage to convince Julie to tell her dad with promises that you'd be by her side the entire time, so she does. It had seemed uncle Ray was moments away from asking if she needed to see her therapist again when Reggie poofed in, followed by the other two boys who slapped him upside the head for doing so. Needless to say, Ray was shocked to his core but accepted the boys after seeing them interact with his two children and yourself. However, it was agreed by all that tía Victoria could not know the secret.

One day you had gone shopping for a couple new outfits with the girls and figured it was now or never to get Luke back. Sure they had seen you in an overly large shirt and boy short underwear, but they'd never seen you in proper lingerie. And when Flynn and Julie had caught on, they helped you choose the most daring piece of underwear to stun the ghost boy from the 90's.

When you get back to the studio, Julie pokes her head in first since she was the only one capable of seeing them when they were invisible. "Alex, where's Luke and Reggie?"

"They mentioned going down to the beach. Why?"

You and Flynn stumble in then, giggling. "It's payback time, my favorite ghostie. Your boy is not gonna know what hit him."

Alex's eyes light up. "Yes. What did you have in mind?"

"Two words," Flynn says. "Victoria's Secret."

"Oh no. You're gonna kill him all over again."

You mockingly glare at him. "He caught me ogling his v-line, Alex! He deserves to see exactly what I'm working with and not be able to touch."

He grins. "Can I see what you chose?"

"Duh. I need you to choose which set is going to make him lose his mind."

Walking over towards Alex, you set the bags down and sit on the couch beside him. Julie and Flynn sit on the armrests, eagerly waiting for you to dig out your purchases. And when you do, Alex's eyes widen before he bursts into laughter.

There are three identical sets of bras, panties, and garter belts in the colors of black, navy blue, and emerald green. You giggle as Alex takes choosing seriously, he picking up an article in each color and holding it to your arm. He hums in thought.

"In my opinion the blue suits your skin tone best, but I'd still go with the green."

You take it, carefully cutting tags off. "And this is why I love you. You're the best."

"Mhm. So how do you plan to have him see you in this?"

"I actually have an interview with the people uncle Ray works with in two days. I might not be able to take pictures, but I am good with all the technology stuff," you say. "I can pretend the straps to the belt are aggravating me and walk out to ask for your help."

Alex giggles. "You're evil."

"He started it." You shrug. "And besides, lingerie is such a confidence booster. You guys have no idea," you chuckle.

And then two days later you finally put your plan into motion. Flynn was bummed she couldn't be there, but Julie managed to be in the studio for your surprise after having pulled Luke into an impromptu writing session. Reggie, after having been given permission to use your laptop whenever he wanted, was watching Youtube videos, and Alex was flipping through a magazine not too far from his friend where he constantly glanced at the bathroom door rather anxiously.

Not too long after you enter the bathroom in a rush, you having screeched about being behind schedule for your meeting on the way in there, you start making a racket and cursing just loud enough to be heard outside the door. Outside, Alex does his best to fight off a grin.

Inside the bathroom, you've slipped into the emerald green lingerie, black garter belt, and black stockings. Both bra and panties are lace, giving the illusion of being sheer, but your important bits are still covered which is why you're more than okay walking out in this particular set. You spritz some body spray over your cleavage and abdomen, grinning when you see yourself sparkling as you move, and then quickly clip your garter belt to the tops of your stockings. However, for the clips in the back, you purposely twist the straps when you clip them on.

You curse some more to make everyone outside believe you're having some sort of problem, groaning for good measure, and then crack open the bathroom door to stick your head out. "Hey Jules, can you give me a hand?" You ask, already knowing what she's going to say.

"Mmm," she mumbles distractedly, writing in her notebook.

Luke glances between you and Julie, Reggie has clearly paused his video to see what's going on, and Alex takes his cue. "I can help," he calls out as he tosses his magazine aside. "What do you need?"

You frown at your cousin when she purposely doesn't look at you before looking at Alex, inhaling deeply before you straighten up and open the door wider. Given his position, Reggie is the first to take notice of your outfit and whimpers. Audibly. Julie and Luke look up then, Julie hiding her smile and Luke's eyes widening as his jaw drops open in shock.

"I'll do it! I can help you," Reggie blurts, cheeks red. He gulps. "What exactly is it you need help with?"

Walking towards Alex, you mockingly glare at Reggie and then ruffle his hair on your way to his blonde friend. You stop in front of him, turning around and then glancing over your shoulder at him. "The garter belt," you say. "I keep getting the straps twisted."

"On it." You see a smile threatening to break free as he immediately takes hold of the clasps and rights the wrong, and you turn around so you don't lose it yourself.

Only when you face forward, you can't help but snort at Reggie's awestruck expression and the fact that Luke is faring no better. But Luke is the one who seems to know almost immediately what you're playing at and his eyes narrow when his gaze finally meets your own. However, before he can call you out on your act, there's a distinct snap!, a brief stinging pain on the back of your thigh, and you whirl around on Alex.

"Hey!"

"I'm sorry," he laughs, immediately sitting back and out of range of your swatting swing. "I couldn't help myself."

You shake your head in amusement before making sure the strap isn't twisted anymore and then make your way back towards the bathroom. It's oddly quiet as you finish getting dressed behind the bathroom door, and then exit in a cream-colored blouse tucked inside a black pencil skirt. Julie wolf whistles when you exit and you wrinkle your nose at her as you head towards your heels to slip your feet into.

Once your heels are on and you run your fingers through your hair to give it a very stylish, mussed look, you can't help but meet Luke's gaze. When you notice his slackened expression, you wink and finally allow yourself to laugh.

Red rushes to his cheeks as he narrows his eyes at you. "You're the devil."

"And don't you forget it," you immediately retort. "Keep it up, Patterson. I won't play fair and I promise my next look will drive you to take a cold shower." Alex finally loses the battle with his laughter, as does Julie, and Luke frowns at you. "Now that I've pranced around half naked, it's time I get to my interview. Wish me luck?"

"Luck!" Julie immediately shouts. As soon as Y/N disappears, there's a telltale beep and Julie lowers her phone. She glances between Luke and Reggie, shaking her head and chuckling. "God you straight boys are so easily distracted. Flynn's going to be so mad she missed this."

Luke points to where Y/N disappeared, stammering over his words before he finally gets proper hold of his thoughts. "She doesn't play fair!"

After what you would have called a successful interview, you went back to the studio where you found Luke all alone. You ended up calling a truce with him, but that ended up being a terrible decision on your part. Because interacting with a Luke who was as genuine as can be without the flirtatious behavior or teasing, well it turned out you found yourself liking the boy a little more than you should.

When Halloween came you found yourself dressing up alongside Flynn and Julie. Normally you'd have gone for something sexy, but after parading around half naked and knowing uncle Ray would not appreciate his underage daughter showing off too much skin, you settled for something that would make everyone laugh. You, Julie, and Flynn agreed to dress up as the boys, but you couldn't take their clothes until the day of. So when Halloween morning rolled around, Carlos and uncle Ray kept the boys busy while you and the girls raided their stash of clothes in the studio.

Julie took Alex's pink Champion hoodie and a snapback to shove down backwards atop her curls, Flynn wore Reggie's leather jacket atop a plain tee and wrapped a red flannel around her waist, and you took Luke's white Rush shirt with its cut off sleeves and a blue hoodie that also had it's sleeves cut off. You had giggled with each other when you all saw the final outcome and even took a few pictures to post to your personal Instagrams.

Then when the boys finally came in, it took them a moment to realize what they were seeing and it only clicked when you stepped forward and said, "Hey! We're Sunset Curve."

And then Flynn stepped forward, shooting finger guns at the boys. "Tell your friends."

Julie snorted and the boys burst into laughter, and then you took even more pictures with the boys- only when they were posted online you captioned them that you were the Phantoms from Julie and the Phantoms. Then when all was said and done, the six of you took Carlos trick-or-treating around the neighborhood while uncle Ray and tía Victoria cooked up a Halloween feast.

Thanksgiving and Christmas were emotional holidays for quite a few of you. The boys for obvious reasons- they being dead and not able to spend time with their loved ones- and you because while your parents could be more decent, you loved them all the same and wished the circumstances between you were different. But uncle Ray was understanding and made sure everyone had more than enough food and presents, and the night ended with everyone under the age of twenty falling asleep in the living room after admiring all their new belongings.

New Year's Eve rolls around and you're excited for two reasons- one being because of the fireworks that will no doubt go off at midnight and because at that exact same moment you'll be turning 18. Everyone expected you wanted a big party, but you surprised them all when you said all you wanted invited was everyone in the Molina household + studio, Flynn, and tía Victoria. You just wanted to have karaoke and a jam session, and some fireworks. You didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

The morning of New Year's Eve, you're woken up by Reggie bouncing on your mattress. But instead of being grouchy about it, you laugh and then yelp when Luke and Alex poof in to pop confetti poppers above you. You sit up, keeping the blanket across your lap as you shake your hair free of the shimmering mess.

"Happy birthday," Alex says, sitting down beside you and hugging you. "Ray said to be inside in twenty minutes. He's got a whole breakfast spread planned."

"Technically it's not my birthday yet, but thank you very much. I'll be inside as soon as possible."

Alex beams before Reggie takes his place, he leaning in and kissing your cheek with a loud smack. You giggle and accept his hug. "Happy birthday, my beautiful living friend. You don't look a day over 30."

You snort and then shove at his shoulder. "Shut up and get out. You don't get to be mean to the birthday girl."

"I thought it technically wasn't your birthday?" He winks at you. "Now hurry up. We can't eat until you do." And then with one last grin, Reggie poofs out.

Sighing happily, you stare up at Luke then. He grins as he readily lowers himself onto your mattress, laying on his stomach and keeping his expression directed at you. "Are you ready for tonight?"

"Am I ready to be a year older? Not really," you say. "But I am ready for some sparklers."

He chuckles. "Age is just a number, Y/N."

"Says the ghost who's forever 17," you mumble.

"Do you want me to find you a rancid hotdog? Because I will. Then the two of us will forever be 17."

"You're such an idiot." You can't stop grinning, especially when he mentions the way he died. It was terrible they died, but absolutely hilarious that it was death by hotdog for them. "I still don't understand how you didn't notice the weenie was bad. Rancid meat smells disgusting and you ate it!"

"In our defense we thought the smell was coming from the trash in the alley." You can only shake your head at him. "And we were still riding the rush of sound check inside the Orpheum."

"Your idiocy amazes me," you deadpan. "Now go on. I need to put on pants and brush my teeth. I'll meet you inside."

"Oh now you want to be all shy about walking around in your underwear." Luke playfully rolls his eyes. "Okay."

"You know what? I was being considerate so my near nudity didn't turn you into a stammering fool, but now I think I'll just do it." You grab your blanket to throw it off of you, but Luke quickly scrambles up and off your bed.

"Okay. Okay! I'll see you inside."

As soon as Luke poofs out, you grin to yourself like an idiot. The tension between the two of you was obvious from the beginning and it's still there even after you called a truce. You giddily get up and head on downstairs, making your way towards the bathroom to freshen up before heading inside. But as you're brushing your teeth, you realize you can't stop thinking about Luke. Which is kind of a bad thing. For you.

Everyone who has eyes can see the way Luke looks at you and the way you look at him, but given he's a ghost and you're very much alive you've agreed that nothing can happen between the two of you. Not just because of his ghostly status, but because of his status as Julie's bandmate- which is another problem they need a solution for but they won't worry about it until they have a record deal in their clutches. After then, they'll worry about revisiting the boys' family they had left behind when they died.

Quickly fixing your hair, you pull on a pair of leggings afterward and start making your way out of the studio. You sigh and come to the conclusion that for now you'd just enjoy the company of a cute ghost. You can totally get over the silly crush in no time.

          - - - - - - - - - -

As you're getting ready for the night, you're surprised there's a knock on the floor of the loft right before Luke's head pops up by the stairs. "Is it okay if I come on up?"

"Yeah. Of course," you say. You grab your boots before sitting on the edge of your mattress, slipping your feet inside of them and start lacing up. Luke stands off to the side, a little sheepishly, and you grin at him. "Something up? You're too quiet."

"Yeah. No, I'm good." He chuckles a little nervously and then finally moves to take a seat next to you. When he's seated, you nudge him with your shoulder to get him to lighten up. "I just- we got you a present and I've been nominated to hand it over."

"A present? From who?"

"Well it was originally from Ray, Jules, and Carlos," he says, "but when us ghosties wanted to get you something too, it kind of turned into a joint gift from all of us." Luke reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box. You quirk an eyebrow at him as he hands the it over and immediately lift the lid. You coo at the silver charm bracelet inside and then lift it to examine the charms. "Ray, Julie, and Carlos had the laptop, dahlia, and lightning bolt charms already on there, but then we went back to the mall and had a microphone, a guitar, a bass, and drum sticks added to it."

"This is perfect. Help me put it on?"

You manage to unclasp the bracelet to slip it onto your right wrist and then Luke is scooting even closer to you so he can clasp it correctly. When he does, you twist your wrist back and forth so the charms jingle and fall correctly in place. Then you glance up at the same time Luke does, noses inches apart, and it's like both your breathing ceases.

Both your gazes seem to dart down to each other's lips and then you're jerking back while shakily inhaling. "You're trouble, Luke Patterson."

He smirks. "Fun trouble. You should try me sometime."

You can't believe the nerve of this ghost, so you roll your eyes, grin, and then climb to your feet. "Whatever you say, ghost boy. Now let's go. Tía Victoria was making me menudo for my birthday dinner."

Everyone at the Molina household is exactly who you wanted there and you get a kick out of watching the ghost boys attempt the menudo, watching the way they freeze when it's explained what exactly is in the menudo. Alex and Luke had slowly swallowed what was in their mouth before proclaiming they were full, but Reggie shrugged it off and kept on eating.

Outside uncle Ray grilled up some burgers and hotdogs for those who weren't fans of the menudo, and Julie had brought out bags of sparklers. You, Flynn, and Alex wasted no time in sparking some sparklers up while Reggie, Luke, and Carlos grabbed ahold of some small cannons to shoot off into the quickly darkening sky.

Many laughs are had, running amok in the streets with sparklers, and many pictures are taken. Your favorite, by far, had to have been when Carlos accidentally caught Reggie's flannel on fire and he stopped, dropped, and rolled in the street. You, Flynn, and Julie were never going to let him forget that terrified expression of his.

But then there's only five minutes to midnight, uncle Ray and Carlos are carrying several large firework boxes into the middle of the street and hurriedly untangling some wires, and a birthday sash is being draped over your head by Julie.

Seeing your uncle Ray and Carlos space out large boxes have drawn some of the neighbors to see what no doubt is going to a firework display, and you excitedly wait several feet away from the impending commotion.

Suddenly tía Victoria starts a countdown from twenty, Flynn hands out party horns, and everyone excitedly joins in.

"FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE. HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

You blow your party horn, laughing when you spot Reggie jumping on Alex and Luke's backs in excitement. Uncle Ray hits a button in hand and the first box shoots off it's first firework. The explosions of white, gold, pink, blue, purple, and green has everyone making happy remarks, and you watch on, not noticing everyone pairing off to watch the show (Alex and Reggie, tía Victoria and Carlos, and Julie and Flynn).

You're smiling up at an explosion of white crackles that chase each other across the sky when two arms wrap around your neck from behind and a body presses up close behind yours. You chuckle as your hands come up to grab onto a forearm and you briefly glance over your shoulder. It's Luke.

As you go back to watching your uncle put on a spectacular firework display, you feel warm breath fan across your ear. "Happy birthday, Y/N," Luke murmurs.

"Thank you." You smile brightly even though he can't see it and then glance over your shoulder once more, holding his gaze as your faces are literally an inch apart. "Happy New Year, Luke."

He beams at you and against your will your gaze darts to his lips. Your mind is whirling and you know everything about you and Luke is a bad idea, but you just can't help yourself. And apparently neither can he.

Luke is the one to close the distance, softly pressing his lips to yours. You smile against his lips, giggling some before adding a little bit more pressure so he doesn't think you're laughing at him. The entire situation is just a little bit hilarious to you.

After a few seconds you pull apart and the two of you end up laughing before you go back to watching the fireworks. Fortunately no one had been paying you any attention, so you and Luke can keep the kiss between the two of you.

You know for sure nothing can actually come out of whatever is going on between the two of you, but for now you're willing to take it one day at a time and come up with official rules later on the down the line.

[oscars-wifeyyy]

Never Gonna Fool Me Again

Time had passed and you had moved to San Diego with a good enough job to get an apartment with a roommate, but you got a call from your parents telling you that they needed you back as their health declined. They told you that they were leaving you the house that is already paid off and all they really wanted from you was to spend their end on Earth with them. Immediately, you apologized to your roommate and packed all your belongings and gave her the remaining half of your rent for the rest of the lease time.

The next day you were in Santo Padre and parked in your parents driveway with a smile. Santo Padre was and will always be your home as much as you wanted to say no it wasn’t. You finally opened the car door and grabbed your bag full of clothes, leaving the rest of your stuff to bring in later. The moment you went inside the house your parents smiled at you from their usual spots on their loveseat as they slowly got up from their seat, but you rushed to them and set them back down.

“Hey, ma, dad,” you kissed both of their cheeks and set down your bag, “did you guys eat?”

“Not yet, we were waiting for you, sweetheart,” your dad said.

“Oh ok,” you went to the kitchen, “what are you guys feeling like eating?”

“Make our special food, yeah?” your father’s voice rang from the other room

“You got it!” you cheered and checked in the fridge for the meat, but didn’t find any, “I need to get meat so I’m gonna walk to the carniceria, do you guys want anything?”

Your parents said no so you left the house and to Felipe’s carniceria, but before you could enter you took yourself down memory lane and thought back to the times that you and Angel had come in to help Felipe with his shop. You shook your head free of those memories and walked inside, catching the sight of the one and only Felipe Reyes and golden boy, Ezekiel Reyes behind the counter.

“Hey, boys,” you grinned, “look who’s back and staying,”

“(Y/N)!” EZ’s eyes were widened and went around the counter to give you a hug, “Geez, how long has it been? A year now?”

“Something like that, Golden Boy,” you turned to Felipe who made his way around the counter as well, “hi, Felipe,”

“Hola, mija,” Felipe held a small smile, “how are your parents?”

“They’re ok. I just came to pick up the best meat in the state,” you winked as Felipe chuckled and packed up twice more meat than you asked, but with the price of one, “Felipe, charge me for both,”

“You’re family, (Y/N). No,” Felipe grumbled.

The three of you were interrupted by the bell going off and heavy boots hitting the floor, but it went to a complete stop. You turned to see the one man that had broken your heart.

“Oh...ummm, hi?” you said in a question form.

“Querida,” Angel breathed out before clearing his throat, “w-what are you doing here?” you held up the pack to show him, “Oh, right. Yeah, so how long you staying in Santo Padre?”

“I’m staying for good. Parents want to spend time with me and left me their house so..” you trailed off.

Angel’s lips went up in a small smile, “oh, nice. Hey, do you think maybe we can catch up?”

You shrugged, “sure, why not? You free today?” Angel quickly nodded, “Ok, cool, cool, cool. Meet me at the mountain in 4 hours then,” you kissed EZ and Felipe on their cheeks for a bye and patted Angel’s shoulder on your way out.

There you were, in the same exact spot you were at when you had left Angel in the dust, but now you had your burrito and one thing to do when Angel got there. You took another bite of your burrito when you heard the familiar sound of Angel’s motorcycle so you neatly folded the aluminum foil over the half eaten burrito and set it on the hood. Angel quickly pulled up next to you in his infamous red and black flannel shirt, kutte, jeans, and boots and dismounted. He walked to you with a smile, but you needed to let the last bit of anger out on him so you pulled your fist back and punched his stomach since his face was too pretty.

He groaned and leaned down as you let out a breath, “ok, now I’m done being angry,”

“I deserved that,” Angel stood up with a wince, “you want more hits, Rocky?”

“Nah, I’m good,” you sat back down on the hood and unwrapped the burrito again, “how is everything? MC? Adelita? Your baby?”

“Oh…” Angel chuckled humorlessly, “turns out the baby wasn’t mine and I wasn’t in the least bit in love with Adelita. It was a stupid trap that I fell into and am paying the consequences for. MC is fine, but everyone misses you,”

“What? Backtrack a minute before we discuss the guys. The baby wasn’t yours?” Angel shook his head negative, “so you cheated on me with a whore, that’s great,” you laughed, “I mean, I wanna say thank you first because without that heartbreak, I finally loved myself. However, I am sorry that the baby wasn’t yours. I know how much you wanted to be a dad,”

“Yeah, but Adelita wasn’t the person I wanted to have a kid with,” Angel looked at you, “as unbelievable as it sounds, I’m in love with you still and I still want everything with you from marriage to kids, everything,”

“Angel-” you got cut off by him, “I know I fucked up and I know we can’t start from where we left off, but I’m just asking for a chance,”

You sat there in silence as you took another bite off of your burrito before nodding your head, “sure, but I swear if you fuck this up again, I will hurt you and never talk to you again,”

“Ok! Great,” Angel smiled so big as his eyes crinkled and his cheeks started hurting, “I don’t need any other chances except this one,”

He stared into your eyes and laid a hand on your cheek and looked into your eyes for permission to do what he wanted to do since he first saw you.

“What are you waiting for, Reyes?” That’s all that Angel needed as he immediately kissed you.

[hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong]

Mother's day

It was mother's day in Chaldea and like with many other holidays things got just a bit more lively then normal. Most servants weren't able to properly celebrate, being either children without their mothers or mothers without their children but some made do.

Jack insisted on a gift for master, even tho he wasn't a fan of the "mama" label. Raikou expected gifts from her children aswell, Kintoki was willing tho he found it a bit embarrassing, but Rex never saw her as a mother so he didn't bother at first, only giving in to prevent her from crying.

But an interesting question was raised.

Rex: mi corazon, do you think your mother will expect something for mother's day?

Quetz: I don't see why she would! It wasn't really a thing back in our day and she's not likely to gain any of that info so I think I'm fine.

*knock knock*

Rex: quién es?

BB: it's the amazing BB!

Quetz: qué quieres?

BB: got a message for ya Quetzy!

Quetz opens the door, seeing the chaotic AI holding what looks to be cloth.

Rex: a message in cloth?

Quetz: lemme see

BB hands it to her, the cloth had many characters on it. It looked to be the characters used by the aztecs back in the day.

Quetz: ...aye...

BB: don't like what you read?

Quetz: as soon as I mention it!

Rex: ...is it from your mom?

Quetz: ...no, it's from Coyolxauhqui, but she says mamá is expecting mother's day gifts now!

BB: wow! Isn't that interesting?

Quetz: how'd she send this to you BB?

BB: not sure! Popped into one of my tentacles and I could tell it had to be for you, since no one else can read those characters!

Rex: hey I'm trying!

Quetz: *sigh* what in Xibalba do I even get her?!

Rex: ...some food? Maize?

Quetz: she has plenty of that!

BB: my you two have seem to have found yourselves in a pickle! At least you're trying tho! None of my dear children even consider getting me anything!

Rex: gee! I wonder why!?

BB gave him a stink eye before continuing.

BB: anyways! I'd love to stay, but I've got chaos to sew! Seeya!

And with that the AI leaves

Quetz: aye... what could I even get her?

Rex: hmmm... maybe some modern chocolate or something? I can only think of food at the moment...

Quetz: you need some food then.

The two left for the cafeteria to eat and brainstorm.

Rex: what does your mom like?

Quetz: ...sacrifices...

Rex: mmmm! Anything else?

Quetz: she's a very violent woman mi amor... most things she'd like aren't much of an option.

Rex: well fuck!

As the two go on, Ehecatl comes running in, accidentally bumping into Rex.

Rex: woah there!

Quetz: ehe? Are you ok?

Ehe, nervously: m-m-m-m-ma-ma-ma

Rex: ehe! Speak clearly!

Ehe, clears her throat: Coatlicue is here!!

Quetz and Rex: Que!?

Then a rumbling is felt, turning the corner of the hall came a large being.

The being was tall, and vaguely humaneque in appearance. Instead of a human head, there were two huge snakes, a skirt made of snakes adorned her lower body, her hands and feet had huge claws to rip apart flesh, the only thing covering her chest was a large necklace with human hearts and hands going along it, with a human skull at the center.

Coatlicue: H̸̡̧̡̺̩̗̬͉͈̖͔̲̠̣̼̠̗̪͎͛̀͌̋͊̊͛̈̓̈́̏͝o̸̧̨̨̢̧̥̣̥͕̩̺̦̲̼̜̳̮͇̫͑̀̃̃̾̑̄̅͌̍̏̈̊̒̐́͘̚ͅl̴̺̬̗̻̫͖̜̪̲͓̲͕̒̃̓̈̈͗́̂̽̆͜͜͜͝ą̷̛̫͍͔̹͕͙̤̺̣̜̎͂̇̓͋͆͗͌̀́̒̃́͑̕̕͠ ̴̯̩̩̥̪͚͎̤͆̀̈́̎̽̐͛͆̀͑͗͊̄͗͐͘̕̕͠ͅm̷̧̡̛͉̼̫̳̜̮̰̱̬̯̿͋͋̉͊͑̌͑̑͂͜i̸̩̒̇͆̎͗̍̀̀̇͂̋͂͘͝j̵̛͎͕̱̣͍͉̯̤̙̪̹̪̫̤̞̜̀̽̽̽̎͂̎͂̏̕͜ͅą̷͙̖̦̫̯͈̖̙̱̟̩͍̯̪̳͔̦͈͈̼̄͑̓͒

While Ehecatl clung onto Rex in fear, both Rex and Quetz were just annoyed. They were already used to seeing nightmarish beings ever since coming here, so this wasn't new.

Quetz: mamá, can you not with that look?

Coatlicue: ...? *sigh*

Then the large being transformed into a much more normal human appearance. An older looking woman, with a much more normal looking outfit, tho you could see a resemblance to what she looked like before. Snake motif on her skirt, and much simpler necklace with a small decorative skull, and what looked to be stitches on her neck.

Quetz: mamá, what are you doing here?

Coatlicue: what, I can't visit my daughter and her husband every once in a while?

Quetz: not without warning.

Coatlicue: well, ever since I heard about this mother's day thing I wanted to feel appreciated! And I thought it'd be nice to spend the day with you since I don't see you often anymore.

Quetz: mamá that's nice but you need to tell us ahead of time, you scared dear Ehe here.

Coatlicue: she shouldn't be scared! She's seen me plenty of times!

Quetz: no she hasn't. She mostly stayed in my place in the heavens, and rarely left.

Rex: so... is she just gonna stay for the day?

Quetz: looks like it.

Coatlicue: it's nice to see you again Rex!

Rex: good to see you too Mrs. Coatlicue...

Coatlicue, to Quetz: has he been treating you well?

Quetz: of course! I've never been happier then with him!

Coatlicue: that's so good to hear! It's good that even if it took so long you managed to be happy with marriage!

After some time the group was in the cafeteria.

Coatlicue: wow, is it always so lively?

Quetz: not really. Things got more hectic with mother's day.

Coatlicue: are there many other mothers here?

Quetz: si! Tho most are without the children they had.

Coatlicue: how unfortunate! Can your husband not summon them?

Rex: it's not that simple...

Quetz: there's very little control in it all...

Coatlicue: he seemed to be able to summon you with plenty of ease.

Quetz: I'm the exception mamá.

Coatlicue: well that's unfortunate. Speaking of mothers, do you plan on becoming one any time soon Mija?

The question caused Ehecatl spit out her dirnk.

Ehe: *cough cough* isn't it a bit soon to talk about that!?

Quetz: actually we were thinking it over.

Ehe: Que!?

Rex: you need to relax.

Quetz: Ehe, you shouldn't be so surprised. I've talked to you about the idea in the past.

Ehe: it's still so soon! Have you even been married a year yet?!

Rex: no... but we don't plan to actually do anything just yet. Just talking.

Coatlicue: I'd love to see what precious children you two make!

Quetz: ehehehe, let's table this topic for now.

Ehe: yes! Please!

Coatlicue: so what have you been up to since we last saw each other?

Quetz: well... some interesting things have happened since...

Rex: she got to be Santa for Christmas.

Coatlicue: really?! Didn't the people of Mexico try that back in the 30's?

Quetz: si... didn't work out...

Coatlicue: but did it work out better this time?

Quetz: better is... debatable...

Rex: I think you were great mi corazon! If I could I'd have you be Santa every year!

Quetz, blushing: ehehehe, mi amor...

Ehe: the outfit leaves much to be desired tho...

Coatlicue: what's wrong with it?

Quetz: well... I misheard the whole Santa thing and thought they said Samba so...

Coatlicue: seriously!? Mija how do you make that kind of mistake?

Quetz: she wasn't clear! And besides they're basically the same since both bring happiness to others!

Rex: yeah! Mistake or no, she was the best Santa!

Quetz then proceeded to hug Rex, happy with all the support he showed.

Quetz: gracias mi amor!

Rex: anything for you!

Coatlicue: aside from that... anything else of note?

Quetz: ...well I also got to be a superhero.

Coatlicue: ...que?

Rex: well... a superhero is basically someone with extraordinary powers and uses them to protect others!

Coatlicue: hmmm... then weren't you already one mija?

Quetz: well superheros also usually have a bombastic costume to go along with it!

Ehe: wasn't it also your swimsuit?

Quetz: kinda, I had a normal red one but at the same time I also had the costume on me!

Coatlicue: you've been dressing up interesting outfits lately huh?

Quetz: si... things get very interesting in Chaldea.

Rex: whenever we're not dealing with a lostbelt it's usually something far more ludicrous then normal.

Coatlicue: no wonder some of these servants look so ridiculous... I just thought that's how it was outside of Central America.

Rex: ...sometimes that's still the case.

Quetz: it does take some getting used to... but I've been here so long nothing phases me anymore.

Ehe: how anyone can get used to this is beyond me.

Rex: it's all about how long you've spent here...

After some time Coatlicue got to look into Rex and Quetz's room, despite protests from Quetz.

Coatlicue: good size... nice and clean... but a little bare...

Coatlicue: I didn't expect you to be so relaxed in your room mija.

Rex: we don't do a whole lot here... just cuddle and lay in bed together.

Coatlicue: that's good at least, I'm happy your husband's been able to accommodate for you here.

Quetz: well I have other rooms for fun and such. A gym, a rec room, and so on.

Rex: Quetz is my sun and I'd do anything for her happiness!

Quetz: ehehehehe! Mi amor, you're making me blush!

The two embraced again as they talked.

After more time spent with Coatlicue, it was eventually time for her to go.

Coatlicue: I had a really good time mija! I'm so proud of the relationship you've found yourself in!

Quetz: gracias mamá!

And then she went back to the heavens, leaving the couple once again.

Rex: she's surprisingly nice all things considered...

Quetz: it's because you're such a good husband to me mi amor!

Rex: thanks...

The two finished up with a nice kiss, before going back to their room.

A/N: since it's mother's day, it felt appropriate to make a story featuring Quetz's mom! Sorry if the ending felt rushed, kinda lost ideas towards the end.

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[janeyseymour]

"the wrath of mama seymour- or whatever the hell I’ve been labelled as" -Jane

Jane takes it upon herself to handle some nasty comments one particular account has been leaving the queens.

WC: 3072

For the most part, the queens got rave reviews, and their queendom was full of love and support. Every once in a while though, the queens got some hate, specifically Anna of Cleves and Jane Seymour- the two queens who arguably had it the least bad. While the others got hate sometimes, it was never anything that the queens would deem as true. Some might tell Katherine or Anne that they were “whores”, but the two knew this was not true. History might have depicted them as this, but they lived their lives. They knew they weren’t. Anne had actively tried to reject the king, and Katherine was forced into her situations. What these people had said about Jane and Anna was true- or at least those two thought so.

The fourth queen wasn’t one to put up with the comments. She would openly complain about them to the other queens, and she had even made it a point to call out the hateful comments that she got. Jane Seymour wasn’t like this.

The silver queen, hot-tempered and not so kind in her first life, knew that if she had said anything, it would only fuel the hate comments. So, she stayed quiet about it, letting these comments eat at her slowly.

“You’re responsible for Anne’s death. Don’t you feel even the slightest bit guilty about that? Bitch.”

“We all know the “i’m a kind sweet mum” act is fake. If you’re a bitch, just show it and let us hate you.”

“You don’t even deserve to be in the show. You had it the easiest.”

“The only one he truly loved? He only loved you because you had a son. But that son died before he could even do anything. After you died, you still failed. You don’t deserve to be remembered as queen, and you definitely don’t deserve to be in the likes of the other queens.”

That one hurt. That one comment hurt. The third queen did what she could to let it roll off her shoulders, but to no avail. That comment made her stomach flip.

Still, she did her best to stay kind, finally deciding to put out a video on her Instagram in attempts to stop the hate coming her way.

“Hi queendom. It’s Jane,” she said as sweetly as she could. “I’m here to address something with all of you. As we know, the idea of the queendom is to build others up, not tear them down. Now, I know we all know I say in my song that I’m unbreakable.” She paused, mulling over how she was going to word this. Her tone lowered a bit as she spoke quietly, “But the truth is, I’m not.” Her voice broke a bit as she said this. “I see every comment you all leave. I see every direct message, every private message, all of it. The kind comments are so lovely, and I appreciate them all so much. The not-so-kind comments are few and far between, and for that I’m thankful, but the ones that I do see hurt. I think we all just need a reminder to be kind to one another. Please remember the golden rules we were all taught: treat people the way that you want to be treated. If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all. That’s all I have to say for today, but I’ll leave you with this- you are enough. I’m sending you all so much love! Thank you.” She blew a kiss to the phone and waved before turning the camera off. 

Almost immediately, fans started outpouring love to the third queen.

Roseamongstthethorns: i just wanna know who said something mean to jane because we are going to have some words

Sixqueenswalkintoabar: @janeyseymour we love u pls know that

AnnieBoleyn: whos talkin shit on my janey. I’ll fight em for u

Jane rolled her eyes at the green queen’s comment before replying.

JaneySeymour: @annieboleyn, i’m just speaking in general terms. Also, language dear.

AnnieBoleyn: @janeyseymour i say what i want #sorrynotsorry

Catherine_Aragon: you chaotic gremlin @annieboleyn

Jane laughed a bit at what Catherine had commented when she saw a notification pop up. A direct message from the account that had left that one particularly nasty comment.

Stop acting like you don’t talk shit on people. All you did was talk shit on Anne in your last life. That’s what got you the “queenly position” that you clearly didn’t deserve in the first place. Right? Just shut up bitch.

And so, Jane shut up. She ended up deleting her last post where all she did was try to address the issue, something that the other queens did quite often. She almost deleted her entire page accidentally (or not-so-accidentally if you asked the third queen).

“Janey! What are you trying to do: delete your whole account?” Anne teased. 

“N-No,” the silver queen stammered out. “I-I uh, was just trying to delete a post. I guess I just hit the wrong button. Could you show me how?” She feigned confusion. It worked- the blonde was always asking for social media guidance anyway. 

Everyday, this hateful account would send her messages. And every single day, against her better judgement, she opened the messages. The silver queen would roll her eyes and try to go on with her day, but it was affecting her, and the other queens were starting to take notice. 

“Mum?” Katherine tried to get her adoptive mother’s attention. “Are you okay?” She had glanced at Jane, who was staring at her phone with tears in her eyes. 

“Hmm?” The blonde lifted her gaze to the pink haired queen. “Oh.” She blinked away the tears. “I’m just fine dear. Just-”

“Are you having some trouble reading what’s on your screen?” The fifth queen was trying to be helpful. It was known in the house that the blonde wasn’t the most educated when it came to reading and writing. It was also known that Jane sometimes had a hard time reading what was on her screen if she didn’t have her glasses. “Here. I can help you.”

“Oh no, it’s nothing. I just-” The blonde was interrupted when the youngest queen took the phone out of her hand and read over the message on the screen, a horrified look appearing on her face. 

“This fucking account,” Katherine huffed. 

“Kit,” Jane sighed, never one for cursing unless necessary.

“Mum, this is necessary. This account has been harassing all of us.”

“Have they really been?” Jane’s interest piqued. Kat nodded her head. “Interesting.”

Over the next few days, Jane stayed quiet on social media. She saw the tweets and the comments on her “most recent post” asking why she deleted the video of her talking about being kind. Before she made her next move, she had to speak to the other queens. 

“Hey Lina?” Jane asked one night as she was making dinner, the first queen accompanying her. 

“What’s up Jane?”

“Kat told me about this horrid account and how they’ve been sending all of us hate messages. Do you mind if I take a look at what they’ve been sending you?”

“If you want, but you have to promise you won’t go all Mum.”

“I- I can’t promise that, but I’ll do my best.” The Hispanic handed over her phone, the messages already on screen. The first queen knew the exact account she was alluding to.

Queenly my ass. If you were so queenly, Henry wouldn’t have gone through all of the trouble he went through to divorce your sorry ass.

“What the-” 

“It’s really not a big deal mija. Whoever this is, they don’t matter. Just leave it be.”

“Annie?” Jane wandered into the second queen’s room as they were all winding down for bed that night.

“What’s up Janey? Need some makeup remover again?” the green queen laughed as she scrounged her room for the wipes that the third queen asked for every once in a while.

“Actually, no. I bought a big thing of them the other day. I came to ask about something else.”

“Oh. What’s up?” Anne unceremoniously threw herself down on her bed. 

“Kit and Lina were telling me about this awful account that has been-”

“Do you want to see the messages?” The blonde nodded, and the green queen threw her phone at the blonde. 

You deserved to be beheaded, you whore. You should’ve never been queen in the first place, chasing after the king and getting him to divorce Catherine. How does it feel to be so wanted for such a short amount of time before all you were was another body?

“Annie, know that is not true.”

“I know Janey. Why do you think I’ve just ignored it? He’s not worth any of our time anyway.”

“I mean, he’s going right against the entire reason for our show.”

“Yeah, but he’s just not worth it. Don’t go all Mama Bear on him, okay?” Jane shrugged.

“Cleves?” Jane made her way into the kitchen first thing in the morning. “Are you back from your run yet?” She pulled her robe close to her body, muffling a yawn as she reached for the coffee pot.

“Seymour, you’re up early,” the fourth queen noted as she walked in through the back door.

“Well you know we’re both the earliest risers. Anyway, I have a question for you.”

“You wanna see my phone to check for any messages from that one shit account on Instagram?”

“How- how did you know?” Jane sputtered, flabbergasted.

“I heard you talking to Aragon and Boleyn. Here.” Anna tossed the blonde her phone.

“I don’t have my glasses with me. Oh boy.” Jane squinted her eyes to see the text on the phone.

Ugly bitch. How’s it feel following the only queen he truly loved, only to be rejected 6 months later? Shouldn’t even be compared to the other five. No idea how you managed to get yourself into the group, you irrelevant bitch.

“What he said isn’t true Cleves. You earned your place here.”

“What he said isn’t far from the truth Seymour. I know I didn’t have it the worst. I arguably had it the best if we’re being honest.”

“Please don’t let what he said get to you.”

“Hey Cath?” Jane wandered into the writer’s room late at night, two mugs of tea in hand.

“What’s up Jane? Can't sleep?”

“Not really. I’ve had a few things on my mind lately.”

“That account that’s just been shitting on all of us lately?” The sixth queen looked at the blonde knowingly. Jane just nodded.

“Here.” Cathy handed over.

What other stories do you have to claim? How about the one where you allowed your husband to groom Elizabeth, Anne’s precious daughter, and you joined in? Why don’t you reclaim that one, you sick twisted bastard?

“He’s-” Jane started.

“He’s not wrong.”

“Anne’s forgiven you for that.”

“She has, but I’ll never forgive myself. Is there a reason you’re so invested in this one account?”

“They’ve sent some not so kind things to me in the past few days.”

“Hey Kat?” Jane nudged the girl sitting next to her. When she heard a hum, she continued, “Can you tell me what that one account was saying to you?”

“Oh, it’s really nothing far from what other hate messages I’ve gotten.”

“Can I see? Only if you want to show me. You don’t have to of course.” The pink haired queen silently passed her phone over. The blonde adjusted the glasses on her face before she began to read. 

You whore. You deserved to die. And I hope you felt that axe come down on your neck.

“Oh my god.” Jane was disgusted. 

Did you really think you posting a stupid video of yourself speaking about being kind would stop me? It won’t. You six are all terrible women and it’s honestly deplorable that you would paint yourselves to be angels and use your stories to embrace the power of women when you know you have no power. You never did. You were all terrible people in your past lives. There is no way you changed that much in your present life. Worthless bitches. 

To say the blonde was fuming was an understatement.

The next day, Jane went live- something she had never done before. It took her a few tries, but she was able to figure it out without any help from her fellow queens.

“Hello sweet queendom,” Jane said sweetly as she still tried to adjust her camera. “The other queens are out for the day, so I figured I would go live. We’re just going to wait a bit until a few more people get here, but then I have something that I’d like to say.”

The third queen greeted as many fans as she could as they made her way into the live, but she kept her eyes peeled for the one account that was sending them all hatred. As soon as she saw them enter, the warmth and love that had been in her eyes vanished.

“Ah, okay. I think we can get this started.”

Roseamongstthethorns: Why did you delete the video of you telling people to spread kindness?

“Well Rose, that’s actually why you’re all here right now. I have something to say about the hate that the fellow queens and I have been getting. So listen up, because I’m only going to say this once. Do you hear that, instagrammer1549?” She knew she was being ballsy calling out this one particular account, but there were no names attached to the account. She wasn’t doing anything to put this person full of hatred in danger. 

“We can all deal with some of the not so kind comments that are thrown our way. We as queens choose to ignore them and carry on with what we do because we love what we do. We support each other, and we hope that using our voices and sharing a part of our story will help empower other women to share their stories too. We’re all in this together. However, when you start coming at us for things that we couldn’t prevent, like... dying... let’s say, it is absolutely disgusting. Catherine couldn’t prevent being divorced. She handled that situation like a queen, even going as far to get down on her hands and knees and beg Henry to let her know what she did wrong. Anne refused the king for years. I couldn’t help that I died, and I certainly couldn’t help that my son, who you have no right to talk about, was plagued with a sickness that took him much too soon from this earth. You have no right to talk to Anna like that. She was beautiful then, and she is beautiful now. And even if she wasn’t so beautiful on the outside, she is so much more beautiful on the inside than you could ever be. You sending those comments does not help your case much. Katherine was forced into those relationships. She was a mere child, and we all know that children can not consent. How very dare you go and tell a young woman that you hope she felt it as the axe came down on her neck. What kind of, as you called Cathy, “sick, twisted bastard” says something like that to a nineteen year old? And finally, how dare you bring up horrid stories from our past and plague Cathy with the guilt of something that happened almost 500 years ago.”

Sixtudorqueens: okay Jane, go off. We support.

“None of us are perfect. We all know our imperfections, and we’ve all made peace with it. Yes, we all did some very questionable things in our past. What happened then, while we all are horrified at our past behaviors, we have forgiven each other because we know the truth of our story. We did what we had to do to survive. But, the six of us as a group have made such wonderful process in this life, and we are truly coming out of it better than we ever could have by ourselves. Those girls are my family. Say what you want about me. I don’t care. I have a family to help me build myself back up when haters tear me down and my heart is broken. But, so help me god, if I hear of one more person coming after any of our children or my sisters again for something so personal- well,” Jane laughed bitterly. “-quite frankly, you don't want to know what will happen. Keep your disgusting comments to yourself.”

The comment section blew up, and the amount of likes her live was getting was astronomical. 

Sixqueenswalkintoabar: okay mama seymour, GO OFF!

Roseamongsttthethorns: YES JANE. @instagrammer1549, there is a special place in hell for you.

Catherine_Aragon: Jane I thought we talked about not going Mum.

“Lina, I bit my tongue for long enough. It had to be said. On that note,” Jane paused to take a deep breath, the warmth that usually radiated off of her returning. “For the rest of the queendom who has shown us nothing but love and kindness, thank you. We really do see every message, comment and twitt-”

Sixtudorqueens: tweets*

“Tweet,” Jane corrected herself. “So thank you for that kindness. For now, I’m ending this live, but I do hope that you will all remember what I’ve said. Please, only spread kindness. That’s the, as Anne and Kat say, “vibe” that we’ve created for the queendom. If you don’t have anything nice to say, perhaps just don’t say anything at all. Please remember that you have a voice. Please remember to use that voice to spread kindness and love, not hatred. The world already has enough of that in the world. No need to create more.” With that, Jane ended the live.

“So,” Anne bit back a smirk at the dinner table that night.

“We all saw your live Seymour,” Anna bit the bullet and spoke about what they were all thinking.

“Kind of impressed you could figure that out without one of us Mum,” Katherine smiled slightly. “I'm proud of you.”

“What I said had to be said,” Jane affirmed as she took a bite of her dinner. “You don’t come after my family and not feel the wrath of “Mama Seymour” or whatever the hell I’ve been labelled as.”

[elfandomdelpandicornioyeldorito]

Chapter 4. Epiphany (Willow Series)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Valentina Rivera (OC)

Word count: 1478

Trigger Warning: angst. Language, emotional distress and problems, mentions of anxiety, insecurities and love advises.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any Marvel character, only the Original Characters are mine. English is not my mother tongue.

General Masterlist - Willow Series Masterlist- Abuelita Rivera Spanish Lesson- The Val Playlist

Gifts and pictures aren’t mine

Around three months, that was the amount of time that Valentina had spent outside her magical hut, her grace time was over, her vacations finally ended, she needed to get back on track with school, research and family calls.

Fortunately, Mr. Mkanthama stayed in Wakanda with them, being their research tutor and professor, but was also able to find a way to put them in one of the Wakandan Universities as the first exchange students, so they can keep studying.

Her research mates were mad when she came back to the apartment in the city, they claim that she was a bad friend for leaving in the name of her mental health, it turn out that they weren’t the good friends that she believed, all of them left as soon as they could, renting other places with their money as far away from her, and applying the ice law, Valentina was completely alone this time, but it wasn’t the first time someone did that to her.

"Sure you are fine? You stay the whole day since the start of the semester in this auditorium listening to me" Mr.Mkanthama walks up until reaching Val, in the last row, eating an instant soup and working on some assignment in her laptop.

"The rest of the people I came with are acting like children because I left like four months for the sake of health, and I don’t want to stay at the apartment with my thoughts, that shit is dangerous"

"Language"

"Sorry"

"What are you working on?" the man sits in the space next to her

"Happy you ask. Well, the last class we discussed about sentient weapons and your assignment is about when and how there exists a line between a sentient weapon and an intelligent weapon, right?" the man nods" Well, intelligent weapons needs from algorithms that at the same time learn the social abilities from the internet, what they mimic is not natural and doesn’t look natural but, we have sentient weapons like The Vision, and along all this time since its creation we all can see how much socially has involved and is capable to also be emphatic, and that’s the key, the ability to understand and respond to people's emotions, sentient weapons are capable of learn without being connected to the internet, they learn like a child, and that makes them almost humans. So, the discussion now is if we need laws or legal responsibilities for the sentient weapons. Why? Well, if they can learn and develop the same sense of ethics and values as a human, that means that they have hundred percent of right over their bodies and can choose if they want to be turned into weapons or not"

"So, you are trying to develop the same rights and responsibilities that people have in sentient weapons even if they are weapons?"

"Yes and no, if they are able to think by their own with no web trends or biased ideology they can chose the moment in which they want to stop being weapons"

"You are open a philosophical debate here"

"You know it's me when this kind of subject appears" they both laugh.

At the end, as always, Val felt confident about what she was writing, but once again alone with her inside voice, she wasn’t feeling that confident of her life decisions.

It was 2pm when Val arrived at her silent apartment, tired and with her head thinking in thousands of things and nothing at the same time. She climbs to her bed, with the cellphone in her hands and headphones on, when the call finally comes, she answers.

"Hola abuela" she greeted over the phone

"Suenas como mierda" Valentina chuckles" Espero que sea por algo bueno"

Valentina sighs.

"Kind of. I have a question for you"

"Tell me"

"How do I know that I fell in love?"

"Well, I have a checklist."She takes a pause" you feel comfortable with that person? Do you like to spend time with him? Do you like to share what you like with him? Do you think about him when you are not close to him?"

"All of them are yes"

"Then yes, you are in love, mija"

"What happens when I kiss that person in a stupid impulse?"

"¿Qué hiciste qué? ¿Como que besaste en un impulso? ¿qué piensas? ¿Cómo pasa eso?" the voice of her aunt Gloria suddenly appears, that moment she knew she was screwed.

" I was leaving town, the town i met him, but i never told him why i was leaving… and i felt so nervous of being that close to him that i kissed him with no warning… and then left…"

On the other side of the phone, Val was able to hear her aunts, her grandma, and even her brother Miguel, all of them arguing about how stupid she was in not telling him that she liked him, that she would love something with him.

If she had only told him the truth, she wouldn't feel so broken and devastated to leave him, and possibly not see him anymore …

She didn't know who took the phone and walked away from the crowd until that person spoke.

"Hey, I heard, how are you actually feeling? " Val heard the voice of Miguel.

"Honestly? Very high in anxiety, i shouldn't had to kiss him that way"

"How do you feel when you two are close?"

"Is nice, he listens… like for real, he notices the details of the stories. I feel peace close to him, but also I feel nervous because I don't want to screw it. I think of him 24/7…"

"That, that is love, so do yourself a favour, the next time you see him, you tell him what you feel for him"

Valentina suddenly feels guilt, Bucky was healing, what if she just made the process or the wound worse? What happens if he just was polite? What if he felt uncomfortable around her with the kiss?

"Migue… i don't know…"

"No, you know. Think of mom, she always said that tienes que agarrar el toro por los cuernos, yes? Then do that, tell him the moment you got the chance, and if he doesn't feels the same, the ones that lose is him"

Tears began to fall from her eyes, and suddenly she felt overwhelmed, anxious. She wanted to get back home, to travel back in time and speak with her mom about Bucky and what she felt, to put an end to all her questions.

Question. All in Buckys head since he was defreeze and since the departure of Valentina are questions.

His head was in a stormy cloud asking himself if he was the reason why Val left with no explanation or goodbye, if she somehow found his past and now left because was scared, or because she hated him for who he was and the things he did. Bucky still wasn’t able to understand one thing, and that was the kiss. She kissed him, they both kissed like flustered catholic teenagers one night before she left, did he surpass some line and didn’t know?

It was another day doing farm work, under the strong sun and the impossible heat, the man looked in the direction of the hut, which was now empty. He felt something in his heart when she didn't arrive at 4pm like before, he also felt disappointed when he turned around believing that he listened to her voice but she was nowhere to be found. That was his routine now. Wanting her company and finding nothing at the end, and that hurts deep in his chest. He felt something similar before Wakanda, when he was a HYDRA fugitive, wanting and craving for company, a silent cry for help but finding nothing more than his intrusive thoughts at the end of the day.

Time just pass, day or night, it felt the same for him, a tasteless routine: go to sleep, wake up in the middle of the night surrounded by his thoughts and nightmares, staying in bed watching his surroundings, stepping out of the bed early, farm work, eat, going to bed again. He even forgot how much time has passed since he was all alone by himself with no happiness or light in it.

He felt like a coward, unable to let his feelings show to the women that never accused him for his past, saying that he loved her was too early, but he indeed felt something, something that he didn’t feel since a lot of years ago and that was love.

The only different thing that day was the arrival of T’Challa and Okoye, the king placed a safety box on the bales of hay, in it, his new arm, he knew what that meant.

"Where 's the fight?" he finally asks.

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[pinkykitten]

Live ur Life

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington x latina plus size! female reader

Warning: cursing 

Specifics: plus size reader, mexican reader, latin reader, one-shot, romance, fluff, comedy, angst

People: steve, joyce, jonathan, nancy, will, el 

Words: 2,318

Requested: By @glimmercrest​ I can’t live my life without requesting a masterpiece from you. Steve Harrington x Latina plus size reader? reader is a chola but minus the bad makeup. A badass reader who isn’t insecure but is still aware that they aren’t what guys look for. Reader is grunge rebel mechanic biker type also childhood friends with the Byers family and friends with Nancy. Reader begins 2 like Steve after the chaos.They don’t pursue their feelings even tho their friends know. Maybe Steve starts to notice them too?

Authors Note: so this is after season 3. i know anything about cars, mechanics nothing, nada so forgive me if i sound like a total dumb a*s. also i really got the feels with this one and got a bit philosophical.

“Papa, can you hand me that wrench over there?” You asked, your arm waiting patiently stretched out from under the car of the old lady that worked at a laundry mat across the street named Alondra. You worked for your father at his mechanic shop.

Your father quickly got the wrench for you. “Mira, y/n.”

You smile as you got to work on your passion. You were taught at a young age how to fix cars, motorcycles, anything with an engine and you loved that greasy life style. Your father always wanted boys but instead he got you. Lets just say when it came to cars, you were better than sons. 

“Okay mi amor. Your car looks good and you’ve kept it in great shape. She’s a beauty.” You wiped your hands getting the grease off as you unraveled your hair from the bun it was in.

“Bueno, adios Alondra,” you smiled to the old lady, giving her a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. 

“Gracias mija, say, my grandson is visiting us for the weekend, how about you two go out for the night and spend time together? You are very beautiful and he is so sweet, and strong.”

You laugh as you kiss her cheek again, “goodbye Ms. Alondra.” You knew she was trying to play matchmaker.

“Y/n, someone in the front of the store is waiting for you.” Your father played with his toothpick between his mouth.

You waved to Alondra and walked to the mystery person.

The front door opened making a chiming sound as you saw that it was Nancy. 

“Hey girl, how’s everything?”

Nancy turned around with tears falling from her eyes. It looked like she was crying a lot. “I can’t believe he’s going to leave.” She ran to you with opened arms and cried into your shoulder. “Why does it have to be him?”

You were so caught up in work and making sure your friends and yourself were okay mentally from all the chaos that happened, especially with Max losing her brother that you forgot about the Byers family moving away and El. It was a shock to all and you were devastated as well. Jonathan was like a brother to you. He was your best friend even before all this and the Byers family was like your second home. 

You comforted Nancy saying, “I know baby, I know. Listen, things are going to be hard and they are going to be sh*t but you are strong, you are a strong woman you hear me. You are going to get through this because you have me. I’m here for you girl.” You rubbed her hair with your acrylic nails, feeling so sorry for your best friend. You know Jonathan meant so much to her. They were so cute together and they belonged to one another. 

After you comforted her and soothed her to relax she sat beside you on a crate as you brought coke for you both to enjoy and talk. 

“Its going to be hard for me to say goodbye. I don’t know if I can do it.” Nancy looked at the oncoming traffic, trying to take her mind off of the sadness.

“Yeah I feel ya,” you took a swig. “They meant a lot to me. Life ain’t gonna be the same without them, you know. They made me feel welcomed in a town where nobody really looked like me. Not only am I fat but I am Mexican, they ain’t nobody like me here. I felt like an outsider and they took me and my family in without a second thought.”

“You’re pretty bad a*s and beautiful.” Nancy chuckled. 

You giggled, “yeah, unfortunately Joyce gotta work some things out. After Hopper’s death she needs time. Time has a way of healing wounds but this just shows me that life is precious and its short and you gotta make the best of it.”

“By making the best of it do you mean with Steve?” Nancy wiggled her eyebrows. 

Nancy knew you’ve had a crush Steve. You were always friends with him and never really liked him but it was after all the chaos that you saw his true colors and how happy he made you feel. You slapped Nancy’s leg, “da*n girl you too much!” You were silent. “You never know though where life can take you.”

Later that day was the moving day. Nancy had told you to come even though you rather had said your goodbyes on the phone so no one could see you cry, but you knew you would have regretted it. You drove over to the Byers house in your motorcycle and everyone was there. They were already crying, holding hands, hugging. It all was too much for you. You stormed quickly in their empty house. Shocked by how vacant it was. You remembered all the memories here. All the good times you all shared. It seemed like yesterday. You stood in the bathroom looking at yourself in the mirror. You tried to not cry so your makeup wouldn’t get ruined but it was tough. You finally let it all out but somebody wrapped you up in their arms. 

“C’mon you can’t be crying. I’ve never seen you cry.” Jonathan held your face in his hands, smirking. 

“I hate you sometimes Byers,” you giggled but then cried again. “Why do you have to go?” You hugged him tightly not wanting him to go.

“I have to breathe you know.” he laughed but as you looked up at his face you could tell he wanted to cry as well.

“Dude, you know I got you. You grown, he*l if you want to stay I got an extra room at my house, he*l you could sleep in my bed if you want just please don’t leave me.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jonathan wiped your tears away. “I’m not leaving you. I might be a ways away but I’m still going to call you everyday to make sure you didn’t beat someones a*s. Besides, my mom needs me. Especially right now, she really needs me.”

You nodded, “I know. There’s just so much I want to say but there is such little time.”

Jonathan hugs you, “we got time. This is not a goodbye, this is a see you later.”

“You better visit dam*it! And you better call everyday cause if you don’t I swear your a*s is grass.” You pointed your long nailed fingers at him. 

Jonathan laughed but then tears came out of his eyes as he embraced you hard.

“Man, why do I gotta love you so much. I’m really gonna miss you. Tú sabes qué, you, you are my family right? You know life ain’t gonna be the same without you guys.”

“Jonathan we gotta go,” Joyce called. 

You walked Jonathan out and everyone was saying their goodbyes. You embraced Joyce and Will. 

“What do you want for Christmas, son?” You shook Will’s hair. 

“That new bike that just came out. It looks really cool,” Will’s eyes lit up.

“You got it kid.” You hugged him as you helped him in the truck.

“You spoil him too much,” Joyce kissed your cheek as you two said goodbye to each other. 

“Hey, since you’re the strong one of the family, you think you can keep an eye on those two stinkers?” You knelt down to El. 

El cried as she nodded.

“Aye mi linda, I’m gonna miss you. You are so important to all of us and we all love you no matter what.”

They all went in the truck and were driving out of the drive way until Jonathan put his window down and called you over. “This frickin boy, ay dios mio.” You ran to him. “What?”

“Life is waiting for you okay. Gratitude, okay. We all should be gracious for the time we have. You are going to achieve so many great things y/n. You just gotta go live.”

A tear fell down as you kissed his cheek. “See you later mi hermano.”

In a haste you rode your motorcycle. You thought about what Jonathan told you. “You just gotta go live.” It kept echoing in your head. You stopped your bike abruptly and hopped off to bang on the door. 

“Hello?” Steve came out in his pjs after going through many interviews with Robin. “Y/n? What are you doing here?”

“Okay, just shut up for a minute and let me speak. Life is short okay. Its really short and sometimes we have regrets and those eat us inside and potentially kill us-”

“Alright what does that have to do with-”

“Shut up. The thing is, I don’t want to have regrets. I don’t want to live my life thinking what if, what if. I want to live. I want my life to mean something and to spend time with the people I care about. Things could change. Life is full of unexpected events. But I don’t want regrets. I don’t want to regret not taking you out. So Steve Harrington, would you do me the pleasure of going out on a date with this thick, fat, churro of a girl? Cause if you don’t go out with me, I might lose my mind, just saying.” 

Steve was hella excited he thought he might explode. He showed off a huge grin and said, “wait here.” He closed to door leaving you waiting for him on your motorcycle. 

Steve never really was that interested in you. He thought you were gorgeous but he assumed you would never fall for him that’s why you two were always friends but in the past couple of weeks he couldn’t take his mind off of you. All he thought about was you. 

“Ready,” Steve brushed his hair with his fingers as he wore his denim jacket, ready for the date. “How do I look?”

You paused, teasing him as you tilted your head to the side. You were leaning against your motorcycle. Your nail tapped your chin lightly as you made believe to think of an answer. “I think you look delicioso,” you combed through his hair with your nails. 

“God talk Spanish to me,” he bit his lips and humped the air jokingly. “What did you say though?”

You hopped on your bike and raised your thin eyebrows, “pero you don’t know?  A woman my dear Steve doesn’t ever share her secrets.” You winked. “Now hop on.” You hit his butt. 

He climbed behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I think I could get used to it.”

“Here, wear this” You gave him your helmet. “Lets ride!”

You stopped at a comfy Mexican food truck. “My cousin owns this bad boy.” You slapped the truck. “Hey papo, what do I got to do to get some good food up in here?”

Your cousin’s head popped out with a smile and he ushered you to sit stating the food was on the house and saying he was going to get the best of the best for you two. He grinned seeing you with Steve, he left mumbling, “finally ella tiene un novio.”

“Wow this place is really cool.” Steve looked around. 

“I’m glad you like it,” you opened up a soda taking a huge chug. 

“I heard Jonathan moved today. I know you guys were close. How was it?”

You bit your nails as you tried to stay cool. 

Steve grabbed your hands, “its okay not to be okay.”

You faked smiled. “It was tough. He’s been there for me through a lot. He’s a good person.”

“Sorry about how I acted when I was young. I was a huge-”

“D*ck?”

He chuckled, “yeah thanks for that but honestly I was. I was really mean and acted super selfish and like I was entitled and sh*t but I’m so glad I’ve changed. I’m done with that Steve. Do you think I’ve changed?”

“Definitely. 100 percent. I remember you used to make fun of my weight and just make fun of me but now you’re pretty rad.”

“Sh*t I’m sorry. God I hate myself sometimes.” His head fell into his hands. 

“Stop. Sometimes we do things we’re not proud of. We’re not perfect, the important thing is if we change. I’ve changed. I remember I was this insecure little b*tch when I was young. I hated how I let people walk all over me and that I thought I didn’t deserve love or happiness. I changed and I’m never going to think like that again.”

Suddenly, these group of guys started to point and laugh at you. They made fun of your outfit and your weight. You rolled your eyes. “Excuse me.”

“No excuse me,” Steve stood up to those guys. “Why don’t you guys just leave her alone? You think you’re way better than anyone else but you all just need to get the h*ll out of here. Why don’t you go to the mirror and make fun of yourself? That would be super entertaining.”

The guys shut up as Steve smirked at you. “Needed to teach those guys a lesson.”

“Not bad Harrington, not bad.”

You two ate your dinner while your cousin blasted the news to all your family members and they are setting up the wedding date and everything. 

“I’m stuffed,” you hopped on your motorcycle. “Where to now Steve?”

Steve went behind you and rested his hands near your butt. “Why don’t we be like those cheesy movies and ride to a cliff or to a part where it looks over the town. Maybe make out there or talk who knows, wherever the wind takes us and we can just chill.”

You bit your lip as you grinned, “eh, its only 10:15. I got time to spare.” You revved up your bike and set off to your destination, ready to start this new journey called life. 

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[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Can you do an imagine for Peter Parker with prompts 8, 11, & 15 please? Where the reader tries to break up with Peter because he has been paying more attention to being Spider-Man and not the reader. But Peter won't let her go.

8. “Ask me to stay. Ask me to stay and I will.”

11. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you aren’t in love with me.”

15. “I love you.”

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You checked your phone for what seemed like the millionth time in the last hour as you sat at Delmar’s, waiting for Peter to show up. You were supposed to have a Valentine’s dinner with him, dinner being picking up subs then heading back to your place to watch some movies. It wasn’t a big deal that it was Valentine’s Day, what was a big deal was this was the third date in a week that Peter had missed or was over an hour late for, 10th this month.

You looked out the window, seeing the sun starting to disappear between the buildings. Delmar made his way to your seat, a frown on his face as he placed your usual on the table. “I don’t think he’s coming, Mija.” He told you but you just shook your head, giving him a forced smile.

“He’s coming. It’s Valentine’s Day, he wouldn’t forget.” You turned to look out the window, ignoring the sandwich on the table as Delmar sighed, leaving you be. As soon as he was gone, you pulled out your phone, scrolling through the news for any spiderman sightings but came up empty. You practically threw your phone down on the table, reluctantly deciding to eat without him.

You stayed there for another hour, hoping Peter would walk through those doors. Hoping he didn’t just blow you off. Hoping there was a way to save your relationship. Only when Delmar told you he was closing did you shuffle out of the booth, pulling out your money from your purse. Delmar put his hand out, stopping you. “Sandwich’s on the house. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

You insisted that he take the money but he just disagreed, telling you it was the least he could do. “Thank you, really. Happy Valentine’s Day, Delmar.” He gave you a smile before you left the store, slowly walking back to your apartment.

You enjoyed the silence and the cold air, pulling your coat tighter around your body as you called Peter. It rang once before sending you to voicemail, making your stomach fall. He sent you to voicemail.

“Hey Peter.” You began, taking a deep breath and looking around the skies for any chance Peter was above you. “I don’t know what happened to you tonight, but I uh, I hope you’re alright.” You let the call sit, hearing nothing from the other side as you sighed deeply, letting your eyes close and stop walking. “I think we need to talk Peter. Meet me on my roof around midnight?” You laughed bitterly as you listened to yourself. “I guess I’ll be there all night.” You mumbled before hanging up.

You knew you had the apartment alone when you returned, seeing the note from your parents telling you they had left for a hotel in D.C. for their own Valentine’s weekend. You fell into a chair in the kitchen, staring at the movie you rented for the night staring at you from the counter. Running a hand through your hair, you threw your purse on the table, needing a distraction from Peter’s lack of appearance.

You headed up to the roof a little earlier than midnight, needing to think before Peter might show up. Leaning against the edge of the building you rested your head on the ledge, watching the cars below you pass until they turned into blurs. You bought a hand up to your eyes, wiping away the tears barely spilling over until your makeup was a mess and your cheeks were glossy. Your phone’s alarm went off a little after midnight, telling you valentine’s day was over and Peter was late.

Just like you expected.

Peter finally showed up a little up after two, quietly landing behind you on the building. He knew he messed up tonight but he knew you’d forgive him, you always do. Always. “Y/N?” he spoke softly hoping not to scare you but you didn’t even move in the slightest, staring out into the sky.

“You’re late Pete.”

“I know, I’m so sorry. I got caught up with Spiderman and by the time I got your call-“ He was making his way over to you, stopping cold when he saw a tear roll down your cheek. “Y/N? Babe, have you been crying?”

“What are we doing, Peter.” You whispered, hoping Peter knew that something was wrong here with your relationship

But Peter was oblivious, reaching out to grab your hand. “What are you talking about?”

You scoffed, turning to face him completely. You held back your tears as you looked at him. “This. Us. Pretending we’re alright.” You gestured between the two of you, pausing to get your words straight when you felt your throat close up. “I can’t do this anymore Peter. I feel like an asshole for saying this, but you care more about that goddamn suit than you do our relationship.” Peter’s grip on your hands tightened and his own tears started to come down. “I think- It think we should break up.”

Peter’s whole world crumbled right in front of him. “B-Break up?” his voice cracked as you nodded, pulling your hands out of his. “W-why-, w-what are you talking about Y/N? We can’t break up!”

“You’re never there Peter!” You yelled at him, taking a step back out of frustration. “Where were you tonight?” you asked him as Peter played with the mask in his hands, not able to answer without breaking down as you nodded, not even needing him to speak. “We had a date tonight Peter. I sat at Delmar’s for 2 hours without so much of a text. Then when I called? You sent me voicemail Pete.” You looked into his brown eyes, seeing the boy you loved, the boy you would always be in love with.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I am, but you know how important Spiderman is. I’m sorry I missed one date.”

“15.” You corrected him as Peter furrowed his brows. “You’ve missed 15 dates in the last month.”

Peter blinked, not believing you were right as he thought back to all the times, he’s had to reschedule a date for Spiderman issues, only to cancel anyways. “I love you.” he croaked as you nodded your head.

“I know Pete.”

“Then look me in the eyes and tell me you aren’t in love with me.” He begged as you shook your head, reaching out to brush his hair out of his face. You let your hand linger on his cheek.

“I can’t Peter. I do love you. I will always love you. But I need more. I need to know that I can count on my boyfriend to be there for me. I need you to let go. I-I need you to go. I’m sorry.”

You leaned up, pressing a kiss on his cheek before walking away with your tears. “Ask me to stay! Ask me to stay and I will. We can fix this!” Peter shouted after you as you turned around, offering him a sad smile.

“I’ve tried Peter. There’s nothing to do to fix this. To fix us. Look, you’ll always be my first love and you’re still one of my closest friends. But that’s all we can be. I’m sorry Peter.” You didn’t let Peter say anything else as you left the roof, rushing down to your apartment and locking the doors and windows before collapsing into tears on the couch.

Peter felt like his heart left with you as he was left alone on the roof, falling onto the ground where you once stood. He couldn’t lose you, not like this. He put on his mask, jumping down to your fire escape to your room. He looked inside, realizing how long it’s been since he was in there with you. When you weren’t in there he moved to your living room window, looking into the dark room to see you barely lit by the lamp next to the couch, showing Peter you sobbing on the couch with tears staining your face. He tried to lift the window open only to see you had locked it. You knew he would come.

“It’s over.” He whispered, pressing a gloved hand on the window before he felt his body shake, falling back against the wall and crying, covering his face with his arms.

A/N: I was surprised by the amount of angsty requests I received until I reread the prompts I wrote and realized like half of them could be angsty af. Anyhow, enjoy! 😊

*Not My Gif*

Post Date: 2-13-20

***Requests still open for Valentine’s Day until the end of February!

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[still-in-to-you-babe-blog]

Eating Disorder in response to Covid-19

It's sooo hard having an ED around family without coming across like a total dick and I hate it.

I can't eat. I need to restrict.

"But mija you haven't eaten"

I know but it's okay!! I'll fix something up a bit later!!

I promise but I never do.

"Hey I noticed you still haven't eaten so I fixed you this plate." I'm so sorry mom I can't eat that.

Kind of angry, "well why not your haven't eaten all day?! It can't be too bad for you I made it healthier this time for you."

"Sorry I just don't want that" 🥴🤢

I'm sorry mom I just can't eat. I cannot eat because of how I feel. My relationship with food is so toxic it hurts the feelings of the people I love. Being home is so hard because they notice. I'm sorry mom in not mean or trying to come off that way I'm apparently just really hurt I'm so so sorry.

Don't do this to yourself as tempting and as quick as it is to lose weight. At what cost. Eating is healthy.

I know there are more pressing issues. As a poc I used to get paid @ a 9-5 to advocate for social justice/injustice. This is just one account of many to spread awareness like I do on my free time as well. DM for more info on others issues, this is about my eating disorders which I battle with and do not endorse in any way.

[dolcenco]

Boyfriend for The Weekend

Christopher Velez x Reader

Warning: a mini semi-smut in the beginning

Prompt #73 - “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

Prompt #74 - “You’re a dork, just like your father”

S/n: okay this wasn't as emotional as I expected but hi anon I'm sooooo sorry for the late delivery of request :( it hope you liked it tho, it’s a lengthy imagine! 

04/15/2019 - Edited any grammatical errors.

“You’re so hot”

“I know.”

“Confident much?”

Christopher moaned a deep, throaty groan when you pressed yourself firmly onto him. He bit his lip, his eyes darting from yours to where your crotch is rocking against his growing hard-on.

“I need you.” Christopher rasped through the kiss and squeezed your ass with his desperate large hands.

“You always need me.” You giggled against his cheeks as you trailed kisses down his jawline to his neck.

It all started when Christopher had this fantastic idea and wondered if you wanted to be fuck buddies. After realizing that he was risking of infections from the many fucks and one night stands, why not have sex with one person? And that could be his hot best friend?

You, on the other hand, were tired of pleasuring yourself with just your fingers and toys so when Christopher asked you, you did not hesitate to say yes.

When you were just about to slide his shorts down, your phone suddenly rang, interrupting your seshie. Christopher grabbed your phone from the side table, his eyes widened when he read the caller ID, “It’s your mom.”

With a sigh, you took your phone, rolled off of Chris, and answered the phone, “Hey mom,”

“(Y/n)! Are you home?” Her voice boomed through the speaker, making you hold your phone at arm’s length before pressing it to your ear again to reply.

“Yup.” You responded absently. Christopher was distracting you by squeezing your breast. With a cheeky smirk, he leaned towards your nipple and gave it a small delicate lick.

OH GOD, HELL NO.

Before he could do anything else, you pushed Christophers’ head away from your boob, not wanting your mom to hear what you were doing on the other end.

“Did you pack for this weekend? Do you want any food for us to prepare?” She asked through the phone. Your family had this huge gathering this weekend, and your mom won’t stop calling you about it because they missed you and wanted to see you so badly.  

You hopped off the bed, shrugged your bathrobe on, and walked out of your bedroom, but not without flipping Christopher off first.

“Yeah, I packed everything and you know I’ll eat anything.” You sighed and leaned against the wall outside of your room.

“Good and mija…”

“Hmm?”

“Do you have a boyfriend already?”

You groaned audibly and rubbed your face in annoyance.

“Mooom,” You whined.

“What? It’s just that you’ve been single for so long. I could set you up with my friends’ son…”

The question always came up every damn phone call. But that whole “do you have a boyfriend” card did not stop there, it overflowed during family gatherings. Every member of the family asked you this even your baby cousins! One even asked when you were getting married. It was outrageous. They can’t take “I am single and happy” for an answer. The pestering and the constant blind date your family set you up for grew annoying and you know it will happen again in the family gathering this weekend.

As your mom continued to ramble, you turned and leaned on the door frame of your bedroom to face Christopher, who was waited for you expectantly on your bed. You just wanted to have a peaceful family gathering so you said something you will definitely regret.

“-Ay, mija. He’s so gorgeous, so guapo, I think…”

“I have a boyfriend.”  

The moment your words slipped, you knew there was no going back.

“What?”

You sighed heavily then pinched the bridge of your nose. You know you were going to regret it but you repeated yourself anyway, “I have a boyfriend.”

There was silence on the other line but before you could speak, a high-pitched squeal screeched through the phone followed by a chorus of voices booming through the speakers causing you to hold it at arm's’ length. Not long before you hear your mom shushing the noise before responding.

“Are you bringing him this weekend?” She beamed like a schoolgirl.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because..” You sighed, scrambling for an excuse. “-he’s busy.”

She scoffs, “Bring him or we’ll go over to your place and meet him.”

You groaned through the phone, defeated. After what took like forever negotiating with your mom, you finally surrendered and agreed to bring ‘boyfriend’ over the weekend. When the phone call ended, you slapped your forehead and slid it down your face.

Where the hell is you going to look for a boyfriend in a day ?!

You slid against the wall, your face in your hands. You were so frustrated with your own stupidity that you didn’t notice Christopher crouched next to you.

“Okay, Amor?” He asked, and you shook your head against your hands.

“I did the stupidest thing.” You mumbled. He grabbed your wrist and pulled your hands to see your face.

“You always do stupid things.” He chuckled, and you frowned at him. When he realize you were being serious, he coughed and scratched the back of his head.

“Okay sorry, what is this stupidest thing you’ve done?”

You sighed and told him about the whole conversation with your mom, and all Christopher did was laugh at your face.

You feel your face heat-up and smacked his arm, “Stop laughing!”

“I can’t! That is the stupidest thing you’ve done. How do you expect to find a boyfriend by tomorrow?” He cackled as he held his side from laughing too hard.

You stood up, entered your bedroom, and plopped on your bed to calm yourself. “I should probably post on Facebook ‘Wanted: Boyfriend For Hire. Paid with Unlimited Food.”

Christopher joined you and sat on the edge of the bed. “You know if anyone posted that for unlimited food, I’d be their boyfriend for a lifetime.”

You shot up with the most brilliant idea in mind and turned to face Christopher.

He looked at you back confused “What?”

“Chris, baby.” You cooed. With that tone, he immediately picked up what you were about to ask.

He shook his head almost immediately, “Don’t even..”

“Please, Chris?” You begged and hugged his arms, getting up all on his face with your best puppy eyes.  

He looked down at you, shaking his head as you tightened your grip on his arm, “Nope.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Free food?”

“How long?”

“A week.”

“A month.”

After negotiating, Christopher finally agreed to become your ‘fake’ boyfriend for the weekend.

You hugged him triumphantly, “Yay! Thank you!”

“Ugh, you’re lucky I think you’re hot.” He scoffed and shooked his head.

You crawled on his lap and straddled his hips once again. When you dove for a kiss, he suddenly stopped you mid-way.

“I’m still getting unlimited food, right?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes but nodded your head. He grins and grabs the back of your neck, pulling your lips against his to finish what you guys started.

The weekend finally rolled in. The sun was shining and the sky was blue, it looked like it will be a beautiful weekend. As soon as you and Christopher pulled up at your parents’ driveway, your family swarmed out of the house to greet you both. The day hasn’t even begun yet but things are starting to get crazy.

You held Chris’ hand the whole time, introducing him to the whole family.

When your mom finally met him she was head over heels for this boy. With his natural lovable charms? Who wouldn’t be?

Your dad, on the other hand, was iffy at first. When he first saw Christophers’ tattoos, he had a disapproving frown because he was quite traditional. But when Christopher started talking about cars, you knew Chris won him over because he gave you a thumbs up and an approving smirk. Oh god.

Everyone loved Christopher. The kids loved playing with him, your tias were swooning, your tios thought he was the best and surprisingly, your parents thought he was good for you. Oh, how it would break their hearts when they find out none of it was real.

As night set in, everyone is off to bed. Your parents suggested that you shared your old room with your ‘boyfriend’. On the same bed. Usually, they won’t allow it, but a few rules can bend if your parents loved him so much.

You just finished taking a bath and entered your room with nothing but your bathrobe on. When you went to dig your pajamas from the duffle bag, you noticed Christopher on your bed, messing with his phone.

Your eyes went wide, throwing him a t-shirt and it lands over his head, “hey!”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

He grabbed the shirt off his head and shrugged.

“To tempt you.” He teased.

“We can’t have a sense here, babe. My parents are next door.” You chuckled and sat next to him on the bed.

“Put a shirt on. It’ll be the families’ scandal if they find you naked.”

“But they love me!” He protested and your eyes rolled at his confidence. But he’s right. Your family loved him.

“You’re such a dork, I don’t get why they love you.” He scowled at you and scoffed. “You’re a dork, just like your father.”

When you finished putting on your pajamas, you crawled to bed and joined Chris under the covers. After a moment of silence, Christopher spoke.

“Your family is nice. Reminds me of mine back in Ecuador.” He looked at you with a smile. His tone was nostalgic.

“Maybe we could visit them,” You suggested.

He chuckled, “Why not? Maybe I could introduce you as my girlfriend.”

A warm feeling fluttered in your stomach at the thought of Christopher introducing you to his family as his girlfriend. The idea of dating Chris made you warm and giddy but nope.  You can’t fall for him. You entered this beneficial relationship and firmly vowed not to fall for Christopher. He doesn’t feel the same way, you knew it. If he found out that you started to get feelings, it will blow the whole thing off and ruin your relationship.

“I’ll miss your family when this is all over.” He sighs a hint of sadness to his tone.

You bit your lip. You wanted to tell him how much you’ll miss him. It will never be the same when you head back home.

You coughed awkwardly, “I think I’ll sleep now, hun.”

“Good night, (Y/n)”

As you both drifted to sleep, your fingers were intertwined with Chris’.

The fresh morning air was delightful. The cold air rustling through the trees as you were sitting in the yard with your tias as they fill in each other with the morning gossip.

“He’s so great with kids,” One swooned, and you knew they were talking about Christopher.

He was playing with your little cousins at the backyard, giving them piggyback rides and playing with their hot wheels.

You smiled softly at the sight. It was adorable and made him looked boyish and attractive.

Your tia snapped you out of your trance and asked you, “(y/n), how long have you guys been dating?”

You stiffened and lied, “Uhm, 6 months.”

“That’s pretty long” One beamed, your tia’s getting all excited.

You nodded, giggling with them as you continued to watch Chris and the kids.

“Okay, let’s get to the fun stuff, we won’t tell your mom and dad but tell us, is he good?”

Confused, your eyebrows stitched together “Yeah, he’s a good boyfriend” You replied, sipping your morning tea. She rolled her eyes.

“I mean, is he good in bed?”

You spat your tea and coughed out, pumping your chest. That was a hell of a forward question. How scandalous.

Of course, Chris was good in bed, you wouldn’t be fuck buddies if he wasn’t!

“Uh, yeah I guess?” You responded awkwardly and they giggled like school girls.

“He seems to like it.” They all watched Chris, who was playing hot wheels with your baby cousins, with a laugh so bright and contagious that you can't help but smile.

“I bet he’s hubby material too.” One commented.

“Oh, (Y/n), you’re so lucky to have him.”

You smiled at your tia before looking back at Chris. He looks up and gives you a bright grin before playing with your cousins again. As you watched with your baby cousins, it occurred to you that he did fit well with your family.

“Yes, I am,” you say softly, a fuzzy feeling in your stomach erupting again.

At that point, you finally realized you were falling for Chris.

-

It was time to head back home, and as much as you don’t want to admit it, you wished that the weekend didn’t have to end because it meant that this whole charade with Chris is off and your back to being fuck buddies.

“Keep him, baby. He’s good for you.” Your mom said and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Oh, how I wish I could, Mom.

You smiled, gave her one last hug. “I’ll do my best.”

You heard your dad talked to Chris, telling the boy, “Take care of my daughter.”

After bidding goodbye to the whole family, you both pulled out of the driveway and drove back home. The car ride was silent. It wasn’t awkward but rather comfortable.

Christopher grabbed your hand, and a jolt of electricity crept on your arm when he intertwined your fingers together.

“I really enjoyed this weekend,” He whispered, biting his lip.

“I didn’t want it to end.” You admitted, feeling his thumb caressed your hand soothingly.

The dreaded feeling started to form when the building of your apartment came into view. You let out a sigh and faced Christopher. You pressed your hand against his cheek, caressing with your thumb. “Thank you, Chris. For everything” you learned in a gave him a swift peck on the cheeks before exiting the car and grabbing your luggage.

Christopher watched you enter your apartment. He lets out a sigh, wishing that you guys didn’t have to pretend because he already loved you ever since.

[prettymuchdolansbitch]

a/n : I didn't proof read anything, if there's mistakes, I'm sorry 🥺. I'm just tryna get all of these out of my notes, so enjoy 💙

you and Zion have been dating for two years until the scandal of him & Sammi being together behind your back came out. after that, you broke up with him.

you didn't care if it was true or not, fans don't get an idea out of nowhere. Zion of course got mad at how stubborn you were. You guys since then had completely cut ties and haven't talked in about 3 months now.

You don't know what's been going on but you're constantly throwing up and felt heavy all of a sudden. Your mom came to visit you in your house and to take care of you.

Before she arrived at your house, she went to the grocery store to buy some stuff to make soups and what not. As your mom strolled down the aisle with her basket, a very tall kid had stumbled in front of her and before she walked into him, he stopped. All of his friends walked away to different aisles.

"Ms. Y/L/N ? Hi! How are you?" Your mom smiled at Zion and answered his question, not wanting to be seen with the kid that broke your heart. But deep down your mom wanted you guys to get married so she'll try anything.

"How's Y/N?" He asked scratching his arm. "She hasn't been feeling well. That's why I'm here actually. I want to buy some food to make for her. Knowing her she's been eating too much McDonald's and that's why she's sick. Her body's rejecting it. But anyways, how are you Zion?" Your mom talked fast, but was loud so it was easy to understand her rambling.

"You said she's not feeling well? Like.. throwing up?" He asked. "Yes.. why?" Your mom asks in the same time as Zion.

"Oh. Um, nothing. Just a lot of people are coming down with something that involves vomiting, and yeah.." Zion lied. He's been having a gut feeling but he didn't know what it could've meant. His mom had one of her friends come and read into his palm.

"New life" was the one word that kept coming up. Zion still couldn't think of what that meant. Until right now.

"Ms. Y/L/N, do you mind if I come by and pay y/n a visit?" Zion asked as he started texting his friends what he was about to do. "Yeah yeah, you're always welcome. You're gonna ride with me or your friends?" She pointed at all of them at the front.

"They won't need me. If you don't mind me riding with you.?" Zion said almost questionly. "I can always use an extra hand." Your mom went to pay as Zion waited by the door.

His boys had left knowing to wait near your house in case anything goes wrong.

You had just got out of a relaxing bath and you heard your front door open. Your body decided to go into vomit mode and you spun around kneeling to your toilet. You puked for the 4th time this day. and it's only 1.

"Honey! I'm home!" You heard your mom. "Okay I'm coming down!" You yelled as best you could.

You put some sweats and a sports bra for now. You dried your hair a little and went downstairs.

"Do you-" You stopped when you turned the corner. You never expected to see your ex, in YOUR kitchen with your mom.

"Well I was gonna ask if you needed help, but I see you have enough hands." You almost made it back out but your mom stopped you.

"Mija." You wanted to laugh because you guys aren't even the smallest bit Spanish, but she still called you mija. You knew she was serious because "Mija" meant business.

"Mom. What is he doing here?" You asked trying not to look over at Zion. "He wanted to see you and make sure you weren't coming down with whatever the town's coming down with." She was turned to the stove talking when you turned your head to Zion in confusion.

Zion gave you a signal as to 'we'll talk about it later'. "Right, okay. He's gonna check my symptoms in the living room. Okay mom?" She waved you both off and you stormed out of the kitchen. Zion slowly following even though he knows this house inside and out.

"Why are you here? And why are you talking to my mom at the store?"

"You're throwing up right? Have you gotten your period?" He whispered. "Listen I know you always forgot it even when we were together.. And I would remind you, but.."

It all clicked in your head, which made you want to vomit even more. "I'm the biggest fucking idiot. I'm gonna die.. I can't have a baby yet? Well, let me slow down because I could just be really really sick. You know? I can't. I can't. You definitely can't! What am I going to do" You had started pacing in the living room not knowing what to do.

"Y/N, Zion! The soup is done!" You heard your mom yell. Zion turned away from you expecting you to follow him but you turned and went upstairs to your bathroom.

Zion looked behind him and didn't see you behind him anymore. "Where's Y/N?" Your mom asked putting the bowls on the table. "she was right behind me, but I think she went to wash up real quick."

You actually were taking a pregnancy test that your friend Sarah had left when she was having a scare. "Do tests expire ?" You thought to yourself. You shrugged and continued to pee on the two last sticks.

You put it in a drawer and washed your hands . You looked at yourself in the mirror and imagined yourself pregnant. You shook the thought from your head and went downstairs. You saw Zion and your mom setting up the table.

"There you are sweetie. Soups ready." She smiled and set a bowl down for you. She sat at the head of the table and Zion was across from you.

"You rested all day honey. Are you feeling any better?" Your mom asked while sipping on her water. "Not really. I just hope it's a cold or something. I'll be better by next week" You said.

Zion choked on his soup from trying not to laugh. "Oh Zion are you okay?" "Yes ma'am. Just went down the wrong pipe" He wiped his mouth.

After dinner, you ran to the bathroom to see the tests. Your mom was confused as to where you went but Zion said he would go check on you.

You turned over the tests and saw "positive" written on both tests. Zion knocked on the bathroom door to see if you were okay. When you didn't answer he decided to see if you left it unlocked.

Fortunately, you did. He opened the door to see you staring at the test. "What happened? What does it say?" You blatantly handed over the test to him.

"Positive.. Okay. We can figure this out, right? We'll be good parents" He wanted to comfort you but he didn't know how you were feeling.

"We? We're not even together! You're with Sammi! Oh my God. I don't even want to get an abortion because this isn't it's fault. We're such fucking idiots" You began to tear up.

"Hey, it's okay. Shit happens. I'm not with Sammi, as I've been telling you since you broke up with me. Listen it's gonna be okay, alright?" He hugged you and you just cried.

[damn-stark]

Lost way ch.1

( a/n- this is the part of this book! Hope you guys like it. Their is some words in Spanish just in case you guys are confused by some of the words. The character is also mixed so that explains it. )

Warning- Vionlence metioned.

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“ MAXINE que te dije go eat breakfast before you’re late!” I hear my mom yell at me outside my room door. She’s Barely audible the music in my earphones tuning her out. I quickly finish the rest of the paperwork I forgot to finish the night before. As I finish it I toss it in my bag and quickly put my shoes on. Humming along to the music while I do all of this. I rush into kitchen as I toss my bag on the couch. I get bowl and serve myself cereal. I feel as the music in my ears soon is taken out. I turn and see my older brother holding my earphones in his hands teasing me.

“ no earphones in the kitchen.” He says as he walks and sits at the table eating his breakfast. I just glare at him while go sit next to him.

“ max are you going to need a ride to the police academy ?” My father asks me as he’s by the door.

“ nope I’m walking today.��

“ okay fine Ajay lets go!” He yells at my brother stepping out the door.

Ajay stands up leaving his dishes there stands up in a hurry and ruffles up my hair.

“ cuídate hermana remember no more skipping!” He says taunting me as he tosses me my earphones and swiftly catch them with my hand not bothering to turn around. I finish up my breakfast I question on washing the dishes so I look around and see if my mother is around.As soon as I see she’s nowhere in sight I duplicate myself and let the other me do it. I grab my bag and put earphones back on.

“ what did I say about powers in the house.” I hear my mothers voice behind me. I Don’t know how she does that. As soon as the other me is done I take her back.

“ have a good day at the academy don’t push yourself to hard I’ll see you later. Okay! Love you mija” My mom says as I walk out the door.

“ bye! Love you too.” I close the front door and start heading towards school.

“ hey Gomez !” I say to my one of my best friends Stefan as he’s heading out of his house.

“ hey max!” He says catching up to me.

We walk the rest of the way to the police academy together talking about his art and about music. Also how were dreading going to the academy and listening to our very boring instructor

-

Once we finish at the academy Stefan and me start heading home after making a stop at a cafe.

“ hasta mañana Max.” He says walking up the the stairs to his house.

“ adios Stefan remember to text me once you finish your paperwork”

“ I will.” I wave goodbye to him and start heading home with the music blasting through my earphones.

Once I turn the corner to go to my house I notice the police outside my house. I take my earphones out I cautiously walk toward my house.

“ what’s happening?!” I ask in a panic. The police looks at me skeptically.

“ Move along.” He says with a motion of his hand.

“ I live here! What’s going on why are you guys here!” I say raising my voice at the police officer. His gaze softens when he heard what I said.He looks at the other officer that’s across from him and he hesitates before talking again.

“ I’m sorry but it looks like their was three bodies found inside.” He says looking at me fidgeting awkwardly.

It takes a while to fully register what he said but once it did I try to run inside. With tears on my cheeks. But when I try to go inside the police holds on to me not letting me pass.

“ no no no no please I need to see them please.” I say through with a quiet voice struggling to get by him. “ please...let me pass... I...”

“ I can’t I’m sorry it’s a crime scene.”

I clench my fist and take a deep breath. I close my eyes for a second and then look up at him. He falls and then starts yelling in pain. I look at the other officer and he does the same. I then go inside. Theirs more people inside my house but I use my powers Pain illusion and they collapse to the ground because of the pain.

When I walked in I saw my fathers dead body on the ground. I start crying again as I see them on the ground. I walk over and see my mother and brother. I walk and kneel down next to my brother. I see his chain that had a cross on it. It had drops of blood. I rest my head on his chest crying.

~

( flashback )

Ajay and I are sitting on a bench looking over at the river while we eat our hotdogs that we had just gotten.

“ I’m going to tell you this advice and it’s your choice if you want to follow it or not. Okay?”

“ okay.”

“ the things you can do it’s a gift.... and you can you use it to help those who need help... not everyone has these type of gifts and when you do well it’s a responsibility.... it’s your responsibility. You’re a great person you’re always helping people and you have to stay that way and help them. You know how to control your powers and that’s good. And you don’t use them for bad and you shouldn’t as hard as life gets you should never lose your way hermanita never.” He said still looking over at the river seeing as the sun is setting. I look over at him and smile.

“ never I promise I’ll always try help those who need it. I won’t lose my way.” I tell him. He pats my shoulder and we sit quietly admiring the view taking in the nice summer breeze.

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My cry’s get louder as everything starts to hit all at once. A little while later I feel a hand on my shoulder. I quickly turn around the tears streaming down my face. My view a little blurry due to my crying but I still see a man standing above me.

“ don’t cry child they’re dead already there’s no need for that. You now need to find the justice and find those who did this.” He tells me.

I’m confused by his presence as I notice he doesn’t have a police uniform.

“ who the hell are you?” I ask him confused. He smiles as looks down at me.

“ My name is Baron Strucker an old family friend of your parents.”

“ they never mentioned you.”

“ they moved I get why they would leave me behind without no contact.”

“ what do you want.”

“ I want to help you. You see I know who killed your family.”

“ how?”

“ your father contacted me before he passed. He wanted me to help you if something ever happened to him and the rest your family. You see he had a feeling something like this would happen. I would understand why your parents never told you about what they used to do and I get it. They tried protecting you and your brother. Those people who did this to them fear us and what we do. The Avengers.They hate us for who we are. That’s why they did this to them because of what they were. You need to take them down avenge your family. Or else they might come for you next.”

“ The avengers wouldn’t do this they’re not like that.”

“ how do you know? They only show you what they want you to see. They killed them because of who they were.” He says his voice raising In anger.

“ and who were they since you know so much. Tell me.” I say.

“ Hydra. We can help you take them down. You can’t perevent this from happening to other people. They kill thinking they’re doing good to the world without realizing it. They’re a plague to this world and you can help take it down..... help find justice for your family.”

I look over at my brothers dead body and then at my parents. I take a deep breath and take my brothers chain from his neck.

“ I’ll help you brother I will kill those who did this to you and our parents. I promise.” I quietly say. I stand up. “ I need to get something before we leave.” I say to Strucker. I go to my parents room and get my dads swords from where they were hanging in the wall. I get out and look over at strucker. “ lets go.”

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Watch Your Back part 11!!!

Hi hello. :) Let’s celebrate this Wednesday night with the latest on the Barba family.

1207 words. Kinda fluffy a little angst.

Thank you for all your feedback, comments, likes, reblogs, ext! I read every one/all the tags on reblogs. Even if I forget to reply, please know that.

“Abuela, where’s Mami and Papi?” Macee asked.

“They are spending time with Emiliano,” Cesaria said.

“But I miss them,” Macee said as she put her head down while she ate.

“They miss you, too Macee,” Lucia said.

“Abuelita, when do I get to see Emiliano?” Macee asked as she climbed off her chair and onto Lucia’s lap.

“When he’s all better,” Lucia said.

“Was I sick when I was born?” Macee asked.

“No, you were very healthy,” Cesaria said.

“Then why is Emiliano sick! It’s not fair! I want Mami and Papi!” Macee said as she folded her arms.

“They will be out soon, la nieta. Go finish your dinner,” Lucia said as she kissed her forehead.

Macee hopped down and went back to eating her chicken nuggets. Rafael and yourself walked into the NICU waiting room where they were at a few minutes later. Macee jumped up with joy.

“Mami! Papi! I misses you!” Macee ran towards you and Rafael picked her up.

“We missed you too, Mija. Are you being good for Abuela and Abuelita?” Rafael asked.

Macee nodded her head. “I be so good. I got chicken nuggets cause I was so good!”

“I’m going to take her with me tonight,” Cesaria said.

“I wanna stay, Papi,” Macee said.

“You can’t mija,” Rafael said as he looked at you for some support.

“Y/N?” Rafael said. You didn’t answer, you just looked at Rafael as he spoke again, “You okay?” You simply just nodded.

“Mami! I misses you,” Macee said as she reached for you.

“I miss you too, Mija” you said as you took Macee from Rafael.

“Mami, when is Emiliano not gonna be sick so I can see him?” Macee asked you.

You felt your eyes fill with tears as you answered her, “Soon,” You said not knowing if it was the truth, as the tears fell from your eyes.

“Mami no cry,” Macee said as she took her hand and tried to wipe the tears away.

You laughed at the sweetness of your daughter, “I love you, Macee,” you said as you put her down.

“Mami I wanna see Emili..UGH!” Macee said as she folded her arm. “Mami, I no like saying Emiliano, it’s too many letters! Can I give him a new name?”

You looked at Rafael and the both of you laughed. “What do you want to call him, Mace?” Rafael asked as he bend down next to her.

“Can I call him ‘Ano?” Macee said.

Rafael looked up at you with a smirk. “You can call him whatever you want, Macee,” you said.

“YAY! I told you,” she said as she looked at her grandmothers and walked back to the table to finish eating.

“We told her you would say no,” Lucia said as she walked over to you and Rafael.

“Mami, you should’ve known I can’t tell her no,” Rafael said as he kissed her cheek.

“I will see you guys later,” Lucia said as she hugged the both of you, and Macee. “Mijo, call me if anything changes with Emiliano,”

“I will Mami. Do you want me to walk you out?” Rafael asked.

“I’m capable of walking by myself,” Lucia said as she left the room.

“Like mother, like son,” you said as you laughed and sat down next to your mom.

“How are you doing, Mija?” Cesaria asked.

“I”m...okay,” you said as Rafael sat on the other side of you and put a hand on your knee. You smiled at your husband.

“Abuela, I done,” Macee said as she hopped down from the chair and yawned.

“You look tired, too,” you said.

“I not tried!” She said as she ran to Rafael. He picked her up and put her on his lap.

“Macee, why don’t I take you to my house and we can rest?” Cesaria said.

“No! Mami and Papi!” Macee said as she clung to Rafael.

“Mija, you can’t..” you started to say as Macee sobbed louder.

“NO MAMI I STAY!” She screamed.

“Macee, Mami and Papi need to stay here with Emiliano,” you said.

“But I misses you,” Macee said as she leaned over and  put her head on your chest.

You looked at Rafael as you tried not to cry. “Macee, mija, come here,” Rafael said she climbed back on his lap. Her tear filled green eyes looked up at him. “Mami has to sleep here again tonight so she can be safe. I’m going to stay here so her and Emiliano aren’t alone. Tomorrow, we will go home,” he said as the tears stopped.

“Real home?” Macee asked.

“Yes, our real home Mija,” Rafael said. “Now go with Abuela for the night,”

“Yes, Papi. I love you. I be so good for Abuela,” Macee said as she hugged him. She leaned over and hugged you, “I love you, Mami. Will you tell Emiliano I love him?”

You nodded. “Of course, Mace. I love you too.”

Macee jumped off Rafael’s lap and grabbed Cesaria’s hand as the two of them left.

“You shouldn’t have said that..” you said to your husband.

“Said what?” He asked confused.

“That we would go home tomorrow. Rafael we talked about this, you can’t promise her something you won’t keep,” you said as you stood up to walk away.

He put his hand on your shoulder, “What are you talking about? You’re going home tomorrow,”

“I’m not leaving Emiliano here alone, Rafael.”

“Cariño, I didn’t think of that, I’m sorry I..” Rafael started to say.

“Save it,” you said as you walked away towards the NICU to be with your son.

—

You stood in the room with Emiliano for only a few seconds before the nurse came back in. “He sure is handsome,” the nurse said. You smiled at her not saying anything. “He looks just like his father.”

Her words, sent chills through your body. “You...know my husband?”

“Who doesn’t know Rafael Barba? The ADA sure made a name for himself,” she said as she smiled at you.

Fear. You felt fear. You were not about to let what just happened to your family happen again. “Stay away from us!” You screamed as Rafael walked into the room.

“Hey, Y/N, stop. It’s okay,” Rafael said as he rushed to your side. “I’d like to apologize for my wife, Miss Wilson. It won’t happen again.”

“It’s not a problem Mr. Barba, hope you are doing well,” she said as she walked away.

“What the hell?” Rafael asked.

“I could ask you the same thing. How do you know her?” You asked him as you backed away from him.

“She was a witness in one of our serial cases,” he said, “The case messed her up so bad, she transferred departments.”

“And how do you know she wasn’t in on the threats!” You screamed at Rafael before you realized how stupid you were being. You put your head in your hands as you cried.

“Is that what this is about?” Rafael said as he wrapped you in his arms. “We’re safe, mi amor, it’s over You’re safe with me. I promise.” In that moment, Rafael knew what he had to do. He had to do what was right for his family.

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Pretty When You Cry Pt.2 (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Part 1

Warnings: Implied racial prejudice

Tags: @sarcasticvodka

A/N: Hey! sorry if this jumps around a bit, I didn’t want to make it too slow paced. Also I HAVE 167 FOLLOWERS AHHH I’m so excited!! I’m like falling in love with this pairing, like I’ve become attached. ALSO if the Spanish translations aren’t accurate I’m very sorry and would love to correct them if someone were to let me know.

The house was quiet, other than the soft whistle coming from the kitchen, where your dad worked on dinner. You sat in the bay window that faced the front of the house, studiously working on your essay for english.

You had to write an essay comparing yourself to one of the main characters in George Orwell’s “1984”, which wasn’t too hard considering you liked the novel a fair amount.

You flipped the page of your book as you searched for a quote you had remembered but forgot to jot down. A small piece of paper slid out from your book.

The sound of tires against the pavement pulled you away from the note, just for a moment, as you gave a quick smile and wave to your mother as she pulled into the drive way.

Your attention returned to the small folded piece of paper, your fingers working to unfold it. Written in a messy blue ink, you saw a number jotted down, smiling to yourself as you remembered when Steve had written it down for you.

Steve was adamant on making you feel welcomed, especially after your first day which left you rather shaken. You closed your book and tucked the note in your jean pocket.

“I’m home” your mother announced as she walked through threshold of the house.

You gave her a quick hug and muttered a Hello before jogging up the stairs.

“Where are you off to so quickly?” She laughed, bending over to take off her boots.

“I’ve got to give someone a call...from school.” You added grabbing the dial up phone and carefully brining it into your room, adjusting the chord so it would fit under the crack of your closed door.

You climbed onto your bed, setting the phone down in front of you, twisting the dial to match the number scribbled down.

By the second ring Steve had answered, you smiled to yourself.

“Hello?” He asked sounding as if he had just woken up.

“Hey Steve...this is Uh Y/N, from school?” You said, feeling slightly self conscious, fearing he had forgotten you already.

“Oh!” He exclaimed, it sounded as if he were tripping over something. “Hey! Hi, sorry I just woke up.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused by this as it was almost 4 in the afternoon.

“Steve it’s nearly 4 in the afternoon.” You said as you laughed, you could just imagine what his hair must have looked like. “What time did you go to bed last night?”

“Uhh, shit I don’t remember actually.” He admitted. “They were marathoning the Bionic Woman on tv, I got kind of carried away with it.”

“Bionic woman? Huh, didn’t peg you for that kind of guy.” You said. “Your full of surprises Steve, full of surprises.”

You heard him laugh lightly on the other end, probably pulling a shirt over his head.

“Did you want to come over or something?” He asked, causing you to straighten up in surprise.

“Now?” You choked out. “Um sure, yeah.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed in frustration now remembering you promised you father you’d help set up the restaurant.

“Wait!” You said correcting yourself. “I’m sorry, I completely forgot I’m suppose to help with my dads restaurant.”

“Your Dad had a restaurant? That’s pretty cool, what’s it called? He asked, genuinely interested. “Wait let me grab a paper and pen.”

You heard shuffling around as Steve rifled through his desk drawer, looking for a working pen.

“Alright, shoot.” He exclaimed, phone placed between his ear and shoulder.

You scratched the back of your neck, feeling embarrassed to say the name as it was in Spanish.

“It’s in Spanish, it’s- its kind of embarrassing to say.” You said shyly, toying the chord around your finger.

“What?” Steve said almost shocked. “Don’t be embarrassed, I think it’s beautiful when you...speak in Spanish.”

Steve mentally face palmed as his attempt at flirting was more awkward than romantic.

You smiled at his words, the apples of your cheeks becoming a deep shade of red.

“La cocina de la abuela” You finally said, giving into Steve’s words. “It’s at the corner of Jefferson and third.”

The front window of your fathers store had been completely shattered, shards of glass collecting on the sidewalk. Your father stood in horror as he took in the entirety of the scene before him. He put a lot of money into this restaurant, saving every penny he had now wasted.

“I’m so sorry Dad.” Was all you could say, knowing nothing you could say would make this better.

He knelt down, picking up a shard and rotating it in his hands. His face was worn, no longer wearing a smile, the mask he wore for his family. He muttered something you weren’t able to understand, whipping the glass to the ground.

“Papa, we should call the police.” You said, cautiously stepping toward your father.

He faced you now, anger and sadness morphing his features into a man you weren’t able to recognize. You saw the face of a man whose spirit broke, and laid in a million pieces at his feet.

“And what?” He yelled, not caring who heard. “What do you think they will do? They will do what everyone else does, they will laugh at my accent, they will treat us like the scum on their shoes, they hate us for no other reason then the colour of our skin.”

You bit down on your lip, not knowing what to say or to even think. You watched as your father turned away from you, not wanting his daughter to see him cry.

“I’m going to go out for a bit.” His voice low and jaw clenched between words. “Go home Mija, tell your mother she was right.”

Your heart broke at his words, remembering your mother warning him that things wouldn’t be the same as they were in your old neighbourhood. He kicked at the mess on the ground before getting into his car and driving off.

You stood in front of the restaurant, an ache in your stomach from the stress and anguish of the situation. You looked around, half expecting your neighbours and friends to be standing there ready to help, but you were alone.

Carefully, you stepped through the broken window avoiding the sharp edges that nearly nicked you. You walked into the back room and grabbed a broom and dust pan, having about and hour or two before it got dark.

“What happened?” Steve asked, voice filled with concern. “Who did this?”

You weren’t expecting him to show up, although you’d be lying if you said you weren’t happy to see him.

“I don’t know, we found it like this when we got here.” You explained, about to step through the window to go back outside, Steve grabbing your arm to help you.

“Holy shit.” He said his voice trailing off as he took in the fill damage that had been dealt to the store front. His fingers slowly trailed off of your arm, now placing his hands on his hips. “Do you think it was-“

“Tommy and Carol?” You finished his sentence for him. “Probably.”

You ran your fingers through your hair, clearly frustrated, Steve wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulder.

“What do I do?” You sighed.

After the two of you had cleaned up the broken glass and boarded up the window, Steve drove you home. Your fathers car still wasn’t in the driveway, which worries you.

“I’m sure he’s just driving around, he’ll come home soon.” Steve reassured you, you nodded as you stared at the empty drive way.

“Thank you so much, Steve.” You said, turning toward him swiftly, taken aback slightly as he had leaned in closer. “You...really didn’t...” you trailed off as your lips inching closer toward his.

He murmured something, his hand brushing against your cheek, guiding you closer to him.

His lips were soft, his kisses tender. You shyly brought your own hand up. Clinging onto the nape of his neck, deepening the kiss.

Once you parted, you looked down hiding your face in embarrassment.

“Hey,” He said, his fingers lifting your chin upward. “You’re beautiful, you don’t need to hide your face.”

The corners of your mouth lifted into a small smile, feeling bashful as ever.

“You’re relentless.” You laughed at all the compliments he had been giving you. Steve admiring you whilst you did so, he loved to see you smile... to be happy.

“And you’re absolutely stunning.” He replied, amused by how flustered you would get by his words.

You looked down at the watch on your wrist, realizing the time.

“It’s already 8? Did you want to come in and have something to eat? My moms probably made a feast in there, you leave her alone for a few hours and she’ll cook for the whole town.” You laughed, hoping Steve would accept your offer.

“Yeah, sounds good.” He smiled.

As you opened the threshold of your home, you practically melted at the savoury smell radiating from the kitchen.

“Hey Mija!” Your mother called to you as she made her way out into the hall. “Oh! Hello, you must be...Steve?”

She brushed her hands against her apron, before extending her hand out to Steve.

“Hello Mrs. L/N, you have a lovely house.” He complimented, already winning over your mother with his charm.

“That’s very kind of you, your parents raised you well I can see.” She beamed, Steve letting out a nervous laugh.

“I guess, I don’t see them much though.” He said with a sense of lonliness in his voice.

Your mothers smile dropped and her eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that...well your always welcome here.” She said with a reassuring nod. “Come, lets eat!”

She clapped excitedly, ushering the two of you into the dining room.

There was a platter of black bean chicken and a bowl of rice to go along with it. Your mother brought in a pot, carefully placing it onto the wooden trivet.

“I also made menudo, your papa’s favourite. Figures, he decides to call saying he won’t be home till late.” She explained, annoyance apparent in her voice.

You bit your lip and looked down at your plate, you figured you father hadn’t told her why he was coming home late.

“He must be going to the town over to get some more things for the restaurant.” You lied.

Your mother had a good heart but her words could often be harsh, your father was a dreamer whilst she was a realist. She was offered an office job back home, it had the potential to make a lot of money for your family.

Your father had dreamed about opening his own restaurant since he was a little boy, he learned to cook from his mother who had raised him off her back. He managed to convince your mom that they could have a successful business if they moved to Hawkins, the rent was cheap and he believed it had a lot of character.

Your mother, on the other hand, was not ignorant to the prejudice a Mexican American family would face in a predominantly white town. The jump from a neighbourhood filled with fellow Mexican Americans and other Latin cultures to a midwestern nowhere would present quite the shock, but she was never successful in convincing him otherwise.

She let out a sigh, her hands working to slice the chicken and placing pieces onto your plates.

“That father of yours.” She muttered, now scooping rice. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with him.”

The three of you ate in silence for a few minutes before Steve piped up.

“This food is amazing, nothing like I’ve ever had before.” He said, chewing away happily.

Your mom smiled with joy at his words, your father was the chef of the house and to hear that was quite the compliment.

“Oh you are too kind.” She blushed. “I like this boy Y/N, very respectful.”

She gave a wink which prompted an eye roll from you and a smirk from Steve.

The evening ended with you walking Steve to his car, sharing a quick kiss.

You woke up to a light tap at your bedroom window, you groaned as you looked at the time on the alarm clock.

You rolled out of your bed, your hair flailing around dramatically as you stumbled toward your window.

“Steve?” You asked, peeling back the curtains. “It’s 4 in the morning, what are you doing here.”

He held up a finger to his lips, telling you to stay quiet.

“I need you to come with me.” He whispered. “Please?”

You squinted your eyes, trying to wake up a bit.

“Okay let me just-just grab a sweater and throw on some jeans.” You yawned.

Steve pulled up to the boarded up restaurant, helping you out of the passengers seat as you were half awake.

“What are we going here?” You asked, cracking your back while you followed after Steve.

“My Dad owns a bunch of hardware stores.” He explained as he dug around in his trunk for tools. “I picked up some window panes, and some of this putty...stuff.” He said handing you a few things.

You wrapped your arms around him from the side, hugging him.

“Thanks Steve.” You murmured tiredly. “I owe you.”

Steve leaned into you, unable to hug you back as his hands were full.

“I mean, you could let me take you on a date.” He smiled, giving you a cheeky look.

“Alright, deal.” You replied.

The two of you got to work on the window front, working all the way into the morning.

The two of you leaned against Steve’s car, admiring the great job you had done. The window looked better than before, Steve was pretty good at fixing things much to your surprise.

“We make a pretty good team.” You commented, not being humble at all.

“Yeah, I’d say the same.” He replied, his arm finding a spot around your waist. “We could be on like a tv show or something.”

“Yeah right, who would watch a show about renovations?” You laughed, shoving him slightly.

A gasp startled you both from your calm stance, you were both met by your father.

“You-You two did this?” He asked, looking at the fixed store front in awe. He stifled back a cry, his hand covering his mouth.

“It was Steve really, I just helped.” You said with a simper smile.

Steve detached from your side and excitedly shows your father the new addition he added in.

“We added a rolling gate that you can pull down when you close up, that way no one can vandalize it ever again.” He explained, pulling the grate down to show your father.

Your father engulfed Steve in a warm hug, practically cutting off his oxygen.

“Thank you.” He said patting Steve’s back. Steve was apprehensive at first, he couldn’t remember the last time his own father had held him like this.

You gave an encouraging nod accompanied with a smile, almost as if you were giving him permission into your world. He wrapped his arms around the nearly hysterical man, words could not express his gratitude for what he had done.

It was in that moment you realized you loved Steve. It was beyond romantic feelings, but rather knowing you would do anything for this boy, and that this boy would do anything to see you smile.

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Sweet Pea x Soraya De La Torres ( OC )

Chapter One

A/N: This is the first chapter of ‘Bad Intentions’. Note to self that English isn’t my first language so if there’s any grammar mistake. I’m sorry. And please be kind. Enjoy my loves!

Warning: ‘Bad Intentions’ contains race issues, feminism, mature content and strong language.

Soraya De La Torres. A 16 year old young Latina woman who had her life turned upside down by the time she turned twelve. Her parents had been deported back to where they came from and her entire family were shipped to God knows where. The only family she had left who cared enough to look after her was her aunt. She didn’t mind

Her parents weren’t the most ideal folks either, she struggled to face the reality of a cruel world ever since she was little and none of them had helped her along the way.

She cried. Of course. Cried, because the only family she had was taken away from her and she will never know if she gets to see them again. Someday, maybe

“Hey, chica. You alright?” A soft and concerned voice caught her off guard, she blinked for a couple times before turning her gaze on her aunt who held a confused look.

A small smile made it’s way to her lips, “i’m good. What is it Aunt Sof?”

Her aunt walked over to the dining table and grabs a couple plates to set them on, she took off her apron and washed her dirty hands,

“You seems so lost amor. That’s all. By the way Veronica’s on the phone. She’s looking for you.” She informed, continuing to set the meal on the table,

Soraya cocked an eyebrow before marched her way to the living room where the telephone located, she grabs it and held it places it against her ear. Veronica’s up to something, she knew it. Ronnie would never call her at dinner time,

“Hello?”

“What took you so long? Why did your aunt picked up the phone? Where were you?” Veronica’s aggressive tone was enough to make her sighed in annoyance.

“Calm down Judge Judy, i was cooking dinner like a normal daughter in a normal family should be. What are you up to, Lodge? Didn’t you realize this is dinner time? I’m hungry.” She finished with a flat tone. Whatever Veronica’s doing or thinking in that moment. She should put it aside.

“Can you come down to the Pembrooke?” Veronica asked,

She scoffed, ‘as if bitch’ she thought. “No. Like i said, i’m hungry and i want food. My aunt and i cooked”

She could smell the delicious Tamales from the living room making her stomach growl and she groaned,

“But this is really important, Raya! I can’t comprehend with everything right now. My dad has been tormenting Archie for the past few week and Archie is blaming it one me, my mom’s taking away my favorite pearls and Betty went out with Jughead so i literally had no one to talk to apart from you.” She finished with a heavy breathing.

Soraya could imagine her face right now. A drip of sweat probably falling over her forehead, her hand fanning to create a current air and her lips dramatically quivered. She mentally laughed at the thought. Is she was there she would probably laugh,

Hard.

“God you sound like Cheryl right now. And God knows how much i hate that girl.” She pinched the bridge of her nose, attempting to calm herself down as an image of the certain ginger crossed her mind.

“You wanna come over?” She asked straight to the point, not wanting to hear another rant coming out of her mouth.

“Yes! Please. Do you mind if i stay over? I know it’s a school night but i have ALOT of things to rant about.”

‘Shit’ she thought. There goes her chance of sleeping like a baby

“Sure, why not. But i don’t want to stay up too late. I have a volleyball practice tomorrow.” She said,

“Yay! Be there in fifteen babe.” She hung up

Soraya groaned. All she wanted that night was to just fall asleep by the sound of LANY and Kehlani filling softly in her room and perhaps reading a classic novel by Jane Austen or Paulo Coelho.

But no. Instead she had to listen to Veronica’s rant about Archie or her dad.

“Veronica’s staying over.” She informed her aunt who had just finished placing all of the cookings

“Really? That’s great. We need one more plate then.” She walked towards the cabinet, pulling out another clean plate and utensils,

“That wouldn’t be necessary.”

“Why?”

“Pretty sure she had drama for dinner.”

“Mija. You can’t say that. She has a lot of things on her mind. You said so yourself” Her aunt quietly spoke,

“And we don’t?” Soraya asked softly

Her aunt looked at her because she knows what her niece meant. And it was something serious. She was about to say something but she beats her to it.

“I had to face my own parents deported, our entire family were shipped to elsewhere, and you can’t go out anywhere without people looking at you as if you’re a piece of trash and being called off for not getting rid of your accent.” She snapped.

She wasn’t angry at her aunt, no. She was angry because it happened.

“These girls nowadays only have to worried about their dads not liking their boyfriends or running out of money to buy a new pair of jeans. What the fuck is going on with this world?”

“Soraya. Language.” Her aunt scolded, putting her hands on her hips as she walked closer to her angry niece. “I know we are facing alot of racism and discrimination. Especially me.”

Her aunt sighed, looking down at Soraya with sadness washed over her face. “But we have to be strong. You are a beautiful, independent and powerful woman. You got this. It’s just you and me”

She whispered the last sentence at the broken girl infront of her. She rubbed her thumb against her cheek and placed a kiss on her forehead before getting up.

“Now. Come on, our guest is coming. Set the Miguelitos, please honey.” She pleaded,

Soraya smiled and stood up as well.

“I’m really sorry but i can’t be in the same place with my parents right now.”

Veronica stood outside, right after Soraya opened the door. She was wearing a large black drape with a hood on it to cover herself. Soraya looked at the ground to find nothing but a small duffle bag instead of large suitcase, she mentally sighed.

“One night, that’s all.” Veronica promised, stepping carefully inside her cozy home.

Soraya offered to hand her, her bag and hood before putting them at the living room table.

“Veronica! Bienvenida cariño!” Her over excited aunt welcomed her with a huge grin on her face.

Veronica looked baffle for a sec, she might be spanish but she wasn’t really good understanding and speaking the language. She looked over her shoulder to find answers from her best friend. She gave her a ‘what does that mean’ look.

Soraya rolled her chocolate eyes before whispering, “welcome honey.”

Veronica quickly turned her attention back to the middle aged woman and smiled before stepping closer, giving her a warm hug.

“Thank you so much aunt Sof. I’m sorry for being such a burden.”

“Nonsense, you’re always welcome.”

Soraya watched the interaction between the two and decided to step in,

“We’re having Tamales and Quesadillas. You must be hungry V. Let’s eat.” She offered, walking to the dinner table

The curly dark haired girl shook her head softly, “I just ate my mom’s spaghetti and pudding. I’m really full.”

Soraya stopped what she was doing and looked at Veronica as if she was lying. But she just nodded, not wanting to pressure her because she knows.

She knows Ronnie was lying.

“Alright. I’ll just take my dinner and we can go upstairs. Is that okay, aunt Sof?” Soraya asked,

She nodded and waved her hand, “of course. You two have fun.”

Soraya kissed her beloved aunt on the cheek and took a couple of quesadillas and Tamales, “good night, love you.”

The two stepped inside Soraya’s room, Veronica was the first person to laid on the floor which causes Soraya stared at her like she was crazy.

“I have a bed. Might as well use it. I heard it’s very comfortable and warm.” She laughed, taking of her sweater and leggings to changed into a black fitted spaghetti strap tank top and shorts that hugged her curves in the right places.

Although she was very uncomfortable with her body at first because there was countless times where boys love to stare and get called for it, she might as well just wear something exposed to show all the perverted men out there that she was not afraid.

Nope. You wanna make Soraya cry? You have to try harder than that.

“What is it you wanna talk about Ronnie?” She asked tying her hair into a messy ponytail, grabbing her phone from the night table, she joined her on the floor.

“Not just me. But there’s a school problem.” She said flatly, closing her eyes,

“What about school?” The curvy girl asked plugging her earphones on

Veronica quickly sat up making Soraya jumped in surprise.

“Jesus, calm the fuck down.” She said, holding her hand over her heart.

“Haven’t you heard?” Veronica carefully asked,

She raised her eyebrow, signalling that she wasn’t getting any of it.

“The Southside High is closing down. They’re moving to Riverdale High.”

The next morning was absolutely dreadful. Veronica literally pressured her to listen every story she told. Every time Soraya started to close her eyes so she could finally fall asleep, Veronica would do terrible things. Such as, flashing a flashlight from her phone and waving it around her tired and annoyed looking features. It pissed her off but Veronica was definitely having fun.

And so they stayed up late until one forty five. What confuses Soraya the most was, how could she wake up with a zombie looking face but Veronica was the opposite of it. She was very happy and chirpy in the morning, making her want to punch her in the guts and tell her to stop being so happy. But of course, she wouldn’t do such a thing.

Unlike Veronica, who brought her expensive Gucci dress, Michael Kors black pumps and pearls, Soraya dressed herself in a simple pink mid thigh sweater, black shorts and knee high boots. It was a cold month in Riverdale but she wanted to look stylish even if she had to sacrifice her body out in the cold.

Walking over towards her locker, she puts her stuff for volleyball practice inside and grabs her Chemistry book for the next period. She was writing left over notes until her locker door was slammed close.

“The fuck?!” She yelled in surprise,

She looked over to her right and found Reggie standing with his arm resting on the locker door and a smirk, that she wished she could wipe it off.

“Oh, it’s you. What do you want, Mantle?” She asked uninterested.

“You look hot today, Soraya. Who you dressing up for, eh?” He flirted,

She rolled her eyes in disgust. Did he really thinks she would go for someone like him?

“I’m dressing up for myself. Don’t get flattered.” She smiled sarcastically before pulling her lips into a tight line,

Reggie chuckled, “don’t act like you don’t want me. I know you do.”

She furrowed her eyebrows, this guy overself confidence was starting to get under her skin,

‘Is thus douche for real’ she thought,

“Look asshole. In case you haven’t noticed, i’m not interested in you and i’m pretty sure I established that every goddamn week for the past year so you could get it to your thick skull and leave me. the fuck. alone.” She seethed and smiled,

“Now. If you excuse me, i’m going to get to class” she finished, watching Reggie face fall after she confronted him like that, so she walked away.

“Someday you’re going to give in De La Torres! I’ll always get what i want!”

She heard him call causing her to scoffed at his attempt to get into her pants. There is no way she’s letting that happen,

“As if bitch.” She muttered out.

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A/N: How was it? I know it’s short but i’m working on it. How do you like Soraya De La Torres so far? Love her attitude? I know i do lol. I’m sorry i haven’t include the Southside kids yet, especially Sweet Pea. I know, you’re disappointed and i’m sorry. But i promise, he will be there on the next chapter and the sexual tension between the two will rise. which i will post next Thursday. Stay tune, you guys. There would be alot and i mean ALOT of drama coming.

P.s : Let me know your thoughts guys, that would be greatly appreciated. Love you!