#THE FUCKING HAND HOLDING?? TEARS IN MY LATINA EYES.

[334iwatchshit]

fun fact: the first episode of house i ever watched was chase

without context.

will someone write a fic where he and the nun works out thank you please

[lara4eclipze]

“Hallucinations”

sypnosis; "what are you thinking about Manon? you've been awfully quiet" the latina asks

cw; smut , fluff , sexual tension , mean Dani , begging , praise , hair pulling , back shots , sub Manon, strap usage , suggestive jokes and phrases, big back jokes , not proofread lolz , sorry 🧇 anon this took so long :((

now playing; “Emo Boy” By Ayesha Erotica

Practice was never that hard for Manon , it was fun in her opinion especially getting to finish it

yet today her focus seemed to be on something more—out of place , Daniela

yes the latina was captivating , the way she sways her hips or the way her hair bounces when she dances , the way her abs were on full display and how her fingers splayed on them

"Manonn" Daniela calls , urging Manon to go near her

"why" the older asks grinning

Daniela pulls her down which causes Manon to stumble , she giggles

"you looked so hot earlier" the younger whispers , smirking when Manon blushes at the comment

"I can say the same about you" Manon replied

—ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

here she goes again , dozed off , Manon has been awfully quiet

normally they wouldn't question this but she looked like she was overthinking something the way her eyebrows occasionally scrunched

Daniela knowing how weak Manon gets for her she decides to tease the older

"what are you thinking about Manon , you've been awfully quiet" the latina asks

"you" Manon replies, she can't hold it in anymore maybe just maybe teasing Daniela would give her what she needed

"oh really?" she asks in a condescending tone

—ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

the rest of the girls were playing some games since it was a Friday night

"hey no that's cheating!" Sophia exclaimed as Lara and Megan peers at the others cards

"no it's not , and pass the popcorn please"Megan defends

"okay bigback" Manon jokes

"the audacity" Megan chuckles

yoonchae was the first one to go to bed because she was tired soon to be joined by Sophia until it was only Manon and Daniela outside

daniela started showing Manon her nails , two of her press ons have fallen off

"oh wow Dani" Manon giggles pointing to the fingers

"ouh-" Daniela realizes , gasping she quickly put away her hands resting them on her legs

"you wanna see why?" implying why two of her press ons we're off , Manon freezes almost as if she didn't ask for this reaction

—ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

I guess she got what she asked for cause now Manon was kneeling infront of the younger as her eyes glossed with tears

"please.." Manon begs

the latina chuckles only pinching the girls nipples earning her a labored breathe and shudder

"you want it so bad?" she asks condescendingly, she was enjoying this way too much for her own good

"yes—ill be good i promise" Manon reasons as her voice got even more whiny , her hands glued to Danielas thighs

"grab my toy in the closet then" Daniela instructs to which Manon immediately followed

as she fastens her strap she made sure that Manon was also ready , removing the girls pants only to be greeted by her puffy cunt

"fucking whore" she tsks , the older clenched at the degrading as much as she'd want to deny it she couldn't she loved when Daniela was mean

with a heavy breath Daniela enters Manon , Manon whines as she try to slip away from the intrusion only to get pulled back by Daniela , slamming her hips

"f-fuck!" Manon squeals , her hands holding onto the sheets with force her eyes rolling back

"you like that? getting filled with my cock huh?" The latina says as she goes even deeper her hands on the older waist , slamming into her with a feverish pace

"mhm! yes Dani!" she manages to talk in between her moans , she feels too good

"I can't hear you!" daniela says before pulling Manon's hair causing her strap to go even deeper

"nghm! Dani!" Manons voice getting louder , escalating at a rapid speed

"gonna c-cum!" Manon screams , as said she did her whole body shaking and Daniela slowing down

as they pant for air. daniela readies a bath for Manon just the way the girl liked it

"are you okay?" daniela asks wiping Manon's face with a warm towel

"mhm" Manon hums , already feeling too tired

[leahsripley]

LATINA HEAT: RHEA RIPLEY

chapter three: goth princess "You are my favorite little goth princess."

King & Queen Of The Ring

I wheeze, panting. Sweating. Nervous like crazy.

Sure i'm winning, but what if a botch happens? Gets my anixety skyrocketing.

I lean against the rope, holding it with one sweaty hand. The other grabs the back of my head.

That bitch got me good..

Atleast it's not a concussion.

Nia fucking Jax stands on the other side of the ring, equally exhausted as I am. She snarls, regaining enough energy to charge towards me.

I quickly throw myself out of the way, stalking behind her.

Nia's stunned long enough for me to sneak and curl my arms around hers. Pulling them back. I drag her to the center of the ring.

God fucking help me right now.

The crowd stands up.

I manage to lift Nia up, with a little help, to perform my move. She didn't stay in the air for long like usual however..

She fell face first.

I whimper and don't even bother to sit on top of her, barely even managing to flip her over for the pin.

I sigh and fall against her, making sure her shoulders are on the mat.

1

2

..3

I let out a cry of accomplishment and fall off Nia, pressing my forehead against the mat and wrapping my arms around my head.

I feel the tear stinging my eye, threatening to spill. I kneel up, rubbing over my eyes.

I look towards a dazed Nia, slowly rolling out of the ring in defeat. But I have no snarky comment in bank to spit at her.

But it does feel good to get my revenge on a certain Samoan family despite her not being fully related to him.

I let the referee grab my wrist and lift my arm up as I hold my lower back.

The cheers are deafeningly loud despite being in Saudi.

"And your new 2024 Queen of the Ring.. RAYNAA!!" I feel a few tears roll down my cheeks. I sniff and wipe them.

Careful not to poke one of my eye with my nails.

Triple H enters the ring holding my new baby..

The beautiful crown that i'll be cherishing and wearing everyday from now on.

I take a step forward, closing my eyes and putting a hand over my mouth. It was so shiny.

Beautiful once again,

Just like me afterall.

RAW after Summerslam

"I could've killed that kid." Damian grumbles beside me. I swallow the lump in my throat, dusting off my crown.

I ran my thumbs across the gems incrusted in it. "He already was on thin ice with me," I always knew that our relationship could never be solved.

Me and Dom just couldn't work together.

"Now he's fully under the water. I just need to drown this stupid Guerrero wannabe-" The door opens.

Rhea comes in, beautiful like always.

I lean back on the couch. "Hey." I greet.

She barely smiles back at me, most likely forcing herself, and walks past without another word. Her bag drops to my feet on the way.

I raise an eyebrow and the door to the other separate room in Dame's locker room slams shut.

"Someone's unhappy."

"Let her be. She just got out of a nasty breakup.. On live TV too." Damian frowns upon saying this. "Man Dom really is a piece of shit."

I sigh. "I've told yall for months but nobody listened to me! Hell I joined and warned you guys right away about him. Nothing."

"Why would we believe a random woman's saying over a guy we've known for two years? Plus, Rhea was dating him. She knew the guy better than you."

I scrunch my nose. "He never gave off good vibes. Love is biased too anyway."

"And I recognize bad people easily. Trust me." I stretch my limbs.

I rest my hands on my hips and tilt my head. "So how's it feel to know that i've been onto something for the last few months?"

Damian rolls his eyes, circling his shoulders. "You should ask Rhea that."

I snort. "She seems to get over the breakup, so i'm not just gonna go in her face and rub that information in."

Damian pauses. "Get over the breakup? Rhea?" His deep laugh fills the room and I look at him confused.

Soon his expression turns back to a serious one. "And I thought you two were getting closer.." He shakes his head.

"Rhea is not taking the breakup well. If she was, she wouldn't have called me in the middle of the night just to cry in my ear." I tilt my head.

It pains me to think that I was with her in the room and she still chose to call Damian.. I'm not mad, but I wish I could've been there for her every tears.

So that I can wipe them away for her.

I frown. "Well she seemed fine in my eyes. After we slept together-" Damian gives me a confused look.

I pause. "As in, I was comforting her. Do not give me that weird look." I point my finger at his chest.

He laughs, lifting his hands in defense. "I don't judge you, Rhea and I shared alot of beds back in our NXT days."

I blink. "Okay, so it's not weird then." I mumble to myself. "But if she called you then you must've not gotten alot of sleep then."

He shrugs. "If it's to comfort my sister, then i'm fine not sleeping. Why do you care though?"

"It should've been me comforting her, wiping her tears away instead of.." I bite my botton lip. "Letting her wake you up. You were exhausted too and deserved to sleep."

"You deserved som-" "I already run on insomnia and a bad sleep schedule. A few hours of sleep thrown away to comfort my cru- best friend wouldn't have hurt me."

Sure I lost a big title opportunity on Saturday.. but at the same time I have a chance with Rhea.

I guess, not so bad then?

Damian raises a curious eyebrow, opens his mouth to speak but is cut off short by a knock on the door. "You're on in three Damian!"

A producer shouts on the other side. I grin at him, then slowly remember the plan. I look down.

Right.

Finn's words crawled its way back to my mind.

"Distract Rhea."

Distract her. Distract an already broken Rhea while her ex-friends destroy her Twin. Distract her meanwhile Damian is left to death in the middle of the ring.

Distract her so she thinks that you're on her side even after everything unfolding.

Distract her so-

A hand finding its way onto my shoulder wakes me out of my thoughts and I flinch. Damian towers over me.

I clear my throat and put on my best fake smile. "Go kick those bums' asses." I extend my fist out when the concern on his features stays.

"For Rhea." The words hit right through him, perfect, and he laughs deeply fistbumping me. "For Rhea." He repeats.

"Speaking of her.." He looks behind him towards the closed door. The room Rhea had gone in earlier.. and never came out of it.

How could I forget my favorite goth girl was locked in there like that?

"Make sure she's okay. Check on her. You know how stubborn she is.." I roll my eyes. "Of course. This bitch is so stubborn she hates to admit her feelings, but i'll help her."

It's Damian's turn to roll his eyes at my comment. "Sure, but do not push her. I'm counting on you while I beat some sense into Carlito."

Yikes.

"Tell him I said hi." He smirks. "Oh I will make sure to send him your regards- But now I really gotta go."

We do our little handshake thing and I pat his back, pushing him towards the door. "Yeah, yeah, now shoo."

"Wepa!" I wave my fingers at him, my laugh slowly dropping as soon as the door closes. I whine. "Fuck I can't do this.."

I don't even hear the door when-

"Do what?"

A weak, yet filled with the Aussie accent that I love so much, voice speaks behind me.

I jump and immediately turn around, my eyes lighting up. "Rheaa!"

She groans and narrows her eyes at me, but still decides to come over. I open my arms and she rests her head against my chest.

Her eyes heavy and a little red and puffy.. "Were you crying?" I run my fingers through her hair, using my free arm to secure it around her back.

"No." She lies against my shirt. I scoff. "Why- No, actually, I already know the answer so let me twist the question a little.."

I tap Rhea's cheek to make her look at me.

"Why are you wasting your tears on a man that's not worth it, hm?"

She shrugs. "Because it's entirely my fault that he left me." My heart breaks for her. "And you think crying will fix your broken heart?"

She sniffs. "I wasted my time on him, didn't I? I was never meant to be good enough for him. It's my fault. I-I should've been better-"

I shake my head.

"Rhea.. No." I refuse to let her say this about herself. "It's Dominik's fault for fumbling you. Not yours."

"You gave him opportunities to shine, NXT's North American championship on a silver platter.. Gave up your own championship reign to help him against ridiculously sized men."

Rhea chuckles.

"..Sure when he lost his title, your reaction was fucked up-" She pulls away. "Please don't remind me.. I fucking hated that moment."

"I apologized so many times to him, I hated creative's decision over me doing this." She mumbles and hugs herself.

I reach one finger and lightly touch her skin. "I know, I know.. But besides that you've always been supportive of him."

"You elevated him. And what does he give you in return?" She avoids my gaze. "If anybody is to blame, it's Liv Morgan."

I gently pull Rhea back towards me, kissing the top of her head. "You did everything you could."

Rhea whines against me. "How did the only two people that I fucked up my relationships with end up together like.."

"I'm just tired of losing everybody." The expression on my face saddens on its own as I now lower my hand to now rub soothing circles on her back.

"First Raquel." I frown at her name, my fingers stopping mid-motion. This bitch..

"Then, Nicki, Liv and now Dom.. I keep fucking up each time but I can't help it! I'm just scared of losing them but in the end it's always- I always end up losing them because i'm a fucking bitch!" I hear the crack in her voice.

"Even Bianca! I lost all of my friends in that locker room after what I did to Liv, hell even when I started out with Edge and Priest."

Rhea tilts her head up. "Hell I understand why they chose to drift away from me; my actions weren't justified."

"I betrayed Liv simply because I was scared of our friendship ending like Raquel and Nicki did. But Dom.." She hugs me tighter. "I thought he was different." She whimpers.

I grit my teeth, now fully wrapping my arms around her. Enveloping her in a big hug warm enough to trigger her emotions.

"I-I keep fucking up and losing everybody I love.. I thought the Judgment Day was my newfound wrestling family and now,"

"I only have you and Damian left." The words hit me like a ton of bricks.

What the fuck am I doing with my life.. with Rhea?

"I can't afford to lose you guys too." My eyes widen and I rest my forehead against her head. Rayna what the fuck are you thinking playing her like that?

You're the only woman she trusts on the roster, and you knew about LivDom all along and never told her?

"Oh.. But you won't lose me." I smile cheekily. "Because you are my favorite little goth princess." I pull back a little and poke her nose.

She gives me the dirtiest look. "Little? Please." Her eyes travel up and down my body. "You're just a big girl." I rest my hands on my hips and puff my chest.

"Someone is soooo mad that there is an existant woman who is bigger than she is." I walk past her, poking the skin of Rhea's shoulder.

Rhea smirks. "Oh really? You think i'm scared?"

I drop on the couch, resting on my side and the sweaty palm of my hand against my cheek. "See I never talked about you being scared, darling."

The look on her face is priceless. "You kinda just snitched on yourself there Rhe-Rhe." Her nose scrunches, her head shaking.

"Nah. Don't call me that, I hate that nickname and you know it!"

I pout. "You call Priest babygirl all the time!"

"Because he is!"

I shake my head, crossing my arms behind my head. Same head resting on the armrest of the couch, one of my leg crossed over the other.

Rhea blinks at me. "You can join me if you want-"

"Wait. Didn't Damian have a match against Carlito?"

Fuck. Oh. Shit- Um. Time to think of something to change the subject- "Yeah he left earlier! By the way your top is so cool."

Rhea looks down at herself, "Um. Thanks-" "Your red eyeshadow is dope too! And your hair- You should keep it that way, it really suits you."

She runs two fingers through her curls, "Oh." Is all that leaves her mouth. "Thanks. It kind of looks like we're matching now."

The sound of her giggle fills the room long enough for me to relax until a serious expression suddenly comes rushing.

"Hold on. So Damian has a match with Carlito.." I nod. "Correct." She pops one of her hip out, resting her hand on it.

I can see the gears turning in her head. "Which means that.."

"Damian is probably getting jumped by the Judgment Lam-" Rhea cuts herself off right away. Realization dawning on her.

"Damian is getting jumped by the Judgment.." Anger and concern suddenly cross her face. "Fuck! I- We gotta go-"

I pop myself back up on my two feet and stomp towards Rhea. Grabbing her arm and pulling her towards me.

"What the fuck Ray?" She shouts when spun around, snatching her arm away. "Where are you going? Are you crazy?"

Yeah, no I could've found better especially with the way Rhea's now looking at me.. "Saving Damian. Duh."

I sigh. "On your own?"

Rhea crosses her arms. "Oh because you're just gonna stay here and wait meanwhile Damian is probbaly getting jumped by a bunch of assholes?"

Yes.

"Of course not."

I mimic her action. "But how exactly do you know that the Judgment Day have a big enough set to even do that to him?"

"Let me ask you the same question. In what world do you think Finn did not just jump Damian? It's written in our.." She pauses, "The Judgment Day's book." She corrects herself. "That we used to jump people behind their backs all the time. It's pretty obvious to me and you should know!"

I scoff. "Please. I doubt they have a huge set with JD, Dominik and Carlito standing by their side. Liv would scare more men than those three bozos."

Rhea turns around mid-conversation. "Oh and where are you going now?" I call out after her.

"Going to fucking save my Terror Twin instead of wasting my time talking to you because you're clearly holding me back from helping Dame!"

Her hand reaches for the door handle, about to open the door.

"I am not holding you back! I am saving you from a breakdown upon seeing LivDom acting all happy together and the men you used to call family stand together.. without YOU."

Rhea freezes.

Yeah no this wasn't my best choice of words but i'm slightly concerned, and surprised too, that it got a reaction out of her.

I continue with no hesitation, determined for no fucking logical reason.

"I am saving you from bringing more pain upon yourself over seeing Damian all beaten up in the middle of the ring by the Judgment Day-"

"Oh so first i'm weak and about to break down any second," She laughs in my face. "Then you tell me that Damian is CURRENTLY beaten down by the Judgment Day. Is that what you just FUCKING told me?"

I roll my eyes. "I did not say that-"

"But I thought the Judgment Day wouldn't have the balls to do so?" She repeats my own words. The words that I just turned against myself.

I run my fingers through my hair.

By now the damage should be done..

I can let her go.

"Go save him then if he's-" Rhea doesn't need to be told twice. The door already slammed shut in a sudden loud noise echoing among the walls.

I pinch the bridge of my nose then cross my arms.

Later that night..

"She couldn't have waited a few more minutes before charging that crazy bitch to the ring?" Liv grumbles, JD groaning from the other side of the room.

Holding his forehead from the massive headbutt Rhea gave him.. A grin forming at the corner of my lips when I was told the news.

"Yeah." Dominik replies, pressing a kiss to Liv's temple. "She could've hurt my princesa." I watch, emotionless, the couple give eachother affection.

Finn, who has been sitting like some sort of movie villain, slowly gets up pointing at Dom. "Ay. She did what she could!"

How sweet. Defending me. Even though I could care less about someone who-

"You two ran away from trouble! Atleast she tried to keep Rhea away," He gives me a look. "Thank you darling by the way."

Got the words right out of my mind- Except for the darling part.

Dominik scoffs. "And she really couldn't have come to our aid?"

"So now i'm the knight in shining armor of this faction? Might aswell take care of your 'princesa'."

Liv giggles at me. "Oh! But you already are." She gives Dominik a big hug and kisses his cheek. "In fact, you're here to protect all of us."

"Dom included."

Dominik glares at me.

I shrug. "I just think it's ironic how he's bragging so much about leaving Rhea to become a man of his own, yet you want me to be his shield?"

Liv shakes her head. "I didn't mean it like that! Daddy Do-" I groan, throwing my arms to the side.

"Can we please just use our regular names for once?" I look around me, hoping to find backups in this. "I've heard Daddy fifty times in the last few days and that is NOT normal."

JD shrugs, holding an icepack. Finn is nowhere to be seen probably seething in his own world. Liv seems to not care.

"You're just jealous that you have nobody to call Daddy." Dominik retorts, earning a fistbump from JD.

The look on my face expresses more than words ever possibly could describe what the fuck I am feeling right now.

"What-"

I snap my head towards Carlito. "Do not fucking say shit, I can basically hear your thoughts from here."

I rest my hand on my hip. JD nudges Carlito's side with his elbow.

"Enough!" Finn comes infront of me, pointing at the guys. "You two schedule another match for next week. Damian and Rhea will not be embarassing us once again."

JD smirks. "You got it mate."

Then Finn turns his attention back on me.

He doesn't say anything.

Simply walks past, lightly brushing his arm against mine. I look down lick my bottom lip, and grab enough courage to follow behind him.

He didn't go far, leaned against the wall outside the clubhouse. I close the door behind me and rest my hands in my pockets.

"So what did you learn?"

What a great way to start a conversation.

I blink slowly, gathering enough information in my head. I look around to make sure nobody is listening.

"Rhea.." I lower my voice. "Would be the most vulnerable out of the two." I close my eyes. "Damian is sorely focused on revenge. Rhea convinces herself she is, but I can tell the breakup affected her. One word about Dom and Liv.. and you lost her completely."

Finn nods, a smirk growing. I hated that look. I press my feet against the base of the wall.

"So what. We're gonna target her now?" I mumble.

He shrugs to my surprise. "We'll see which route the plan goes next week." His gaze wanders to the wall infront of him.

I fidget with my fingers. "You'll continue your little investigation now will you, love?"

I rub my fingernails across my arm's skin.

"Of course."

He lifts himself off the wall. "Good. But next time, keep your little goth princess on a tighter leash." He grumbles.

How about next time you do my job?

I narrow my eyes. "Hey now.." He ignores my complain and takes a step forward. Grabs one of my hand to lift it up at level of his lips.

To gently kiss along my knuckles.

"Our time will come soon enough, darling. The Prince and the Queen of WWE will rule together."

I smile, unsure of why, but my heart warms at the thought.

But immediately it's replaced by a sense of guilt when I remember that Damian is still in medical.

 I clear my throat. "I need to go see Rh- Damian now." Finn rolls his eyes.

"Sure. But come back soon, we're going out."

Again?

And I'm supposed to be clean.

For the first time since our conversation outside, my lips curl on their own into one fake grin. "I will.. Love you."

The words felt foreign on my tongue as he seems satisfied, yet doesn't answer, and would rather walk back in inside.

Without saying anything else.

Now I have this nauseous feeling of being a total- Horrible person spreading through my whole body.

"Fuck.." I whine.

Rhea..

I am so sorry in advance.

[valkyrieromanoff]

Michael B Jordan x actress!reader

I fell in love with Killmonger again thanks to Wakanda Forever 💖😍 After rewatching my favourite Michael B Jordan movies, I couldn't help but disassociate a little bit. So, hope you enjoy it! 💘✨

│CASTING

Y/N always knew she wanted to be an actress. Since she was a little girl and watched with her grandmother some novelas, trying to memorize the lines so she could recite it late at night in her bed. She dreamed to one day star in one of the Hollywood films she had grown up watching; one day she would meet her favorite actors and, if she was lucky, perform alongside them.

At eighteen, with a scholarship for a theater course and her dreams, she moved to LA. The first few weeks were magical; everything was new, and she found herself walking through the locations of her favorite movies. The fantasies quickly ran out of steam; the scholarship was full but didn’t cover her expenses, and with her savings dwindling and the money running out like water, Y/N needed a job.

Luckily, a Mexican restaurant was hiring, so Y/N put her Spanish skills to use and got the job with a little persistence and kindness. Although it was a part-time position, she occasionally put in extra time to make up for going out to auditions.

It was her 100th casting test when her nineteenth birthday arrived. Her roommates sung "happy birthday" and bought her a cupcake. Wishing she had  lucky, Y/N blew the candle.

 ◦ ◦ ◦

"They're looking for a Latina actress between the ages of 18 and 24." Julie, one of her roommates, said while grabbing a flyer. "They left it at the college; I thought you may give it a try."

“I guess; It won't harm to give it a shot.” Y/N muttered.

That's how she ended up in a chair, dangling her feet nervously, waiting her turn. Each girl returning from the test had a mixture of delight and disappointment on their faces, leaving her confused. Y/N reread the script for the fiftyth time when her name was called. Before stepping into the room, she took a big breath.

“So when you're ready, Y/LN.” As he sat down next to three other people, the producer spoke.

Y/N inhaled deeply, closed her eyes to get into character, and started reciting her lines.

"The real monsters don’t hide in the dark, under your bed, or in the woods." While speaking, she slowly raised her gaze. “They live with us; we pass them on the streets daily." 

"The truly terrifying monsters are the ones who smile at you before stabbing your back." 

Y/N clenched her jaw and took a moment to reflect.

"The real monsters are the ones we call family. The ones we trust with our darkest secrets and fears. Those who should be protecting us are the first to twist a knife in the face of our faults when we least expect it." As she spoke, tears started to form in her eyes.

Y/N expressed gratitude and waited for the producer's debate with his assistants. She wrung her hands nervously, doing a breathing exercise to keep calm.

"Well, we appreciate your performance, but we need to see if you get along with the cast." The producer spoke up, pulling out a piece of paper and holding out his hand. "Memorize these lines and return in about ten minutes.”

 ◦ ◦ ◦

When Y/N returned, someone was already standing in the center of the room. It was a tall man dressed in a sweatshirt ensemble, his face was tilted as he held the script in his hands. 

"Ready, Y/LN?" The man turned around in response to the producer's question.

Y/N gasped as she realized that the person she would be acting with was  Michael B. fucking Jordan. She brought her hand to her mouth to pull herself together, nodding her head for them to begin.

"You can't believe what they say; it's all just lies. They want to play with your mind, manipulate you so you won't be able to escape their sick game." Michael stated incisively.

"It's funny because they said the same thing about you." Y/N replied while focusing on his eyes. "Why should I believe you are telling the truth?"

"I’d never lie to you." When she turned away, he assured her.

“Well, it seems that they were right. You cannot prove your point.” Y/N said as she started to leave.

Michael held her arm, pulling her back into place and lessening the previous distance.

"And how did they prove it to you? What was the excuse, huh? that they are your family?"

Y/N anxiously bit her lip.

"I can't force you to believe what I say; that is your own choice to decide which course you will take.” Michael spoke while resting his hand on her chest's left side.

While struggling to hold his eyes, Y/N gasped, her heart beating and her cheeks flushed. 

"Your heart will tell you what to do; follow your instincts, and if it decides to go beside me,” He held her chin with his other hand. “I'll be waiting for you."

The intensity of his words gave Y/N shivers, and she had to use all her self-control to keep from fainting in his arms.

“How can I tell if I'm making the right decision? “ As his palm touched her cheek, Y/N asked while tightly closing her eyes.

"You can't, but you've to believe in yourself." Her eyes opened as Michael ended the scene;  they stared at each other for a few seconds before the producer exclaimed ‘cut’.

"Congratulations, then! You have the part. You’ll get an email with the information in two to three days.” After standing up to greet her, the producer spoke.

“Oh my goodness, thank you.” Y/N cheered enthusiastically. “Thank you so much, I won't disappoint." 

The producer simply nodded his head in agreement and left. Y/N shouted enthusiastically while using a few brazilian swear words to express her happiness.

“I don't know what you said, but I hope it was cheerful.” Michael B. Jordan commented behind her, causing her to leap forward. “Oh my bad. I didn't mean to scare you."

"That's okay. I had my head in the clouds. It’s just hard to believe that this is actually happening.” Y/N admitted while grinning.

"Try to believe it; you did a great job and deserved that role." With a hand on her shoulder, Michael reassured her. "Catch you at the recording.”

Y/N shook her head, too stunned to speak. When she confirmed that she was the only one in the room, she whispered a hushed ‘porra’.

[wolfoftheblackflames]

Eat up my beloved misfits, your fic meal is here ^^

The Devil and The Innocent: Pt.7

The two both nervous and experiencing this new feeling, walked to the ballroom. Charlie entered first and waited a few minutes for Vaggie to show. However what she didn't expect was to see such an angel standing in the doorway. “She's beautiful…” The Devil swooned as Angel smirked leaving her side. (Cue a tale as old as time)

Vaggie blinked looking over at Charlie and stared as well, before lightly tucking some hair behind her ear. “Hey…” She lightly blushed walking over.

Charlie nodded and gulped, extending a paw to her dance partner. “Sh-shall we dance?” 

With that music qued and Vaggie smiled, taking Charlie's hand, the two soon started to waltz as the Latina was surprised at how good her partner was. The room lit up like the evening sky as the gorgeous white gown Vaggie wore sparkled with gold. 

Charlie was mesmerized by the beauty, but she didn't miss a beat, thankful to all those etiquette classes her father and mother gave her. Her white and red eyes soften lost in that lone jade.

“Look at those two.” Cherri smirked nudging Angel. “Fucking pulled out everything to make our little pup shine eh Angie?”

“I had to, as a dragstar I was born for tailoring as well.” Angel grinned looking pleased.

Charlie was dressed in a white suit with gold and beautiful frills draping down the sides that matched the dress with her hair slicked back and tied. She leaned down and nuzzled Vaggie holding the smaller woman close.

The two after shared a lovely dinner with Vaggie leaning into Charlie slightly with the Devil gently placing her tail over her angel's waist.

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Charlie then after dinner gently brought Vaggie outside to show the wonderful landscape that glimmered in the red night sky. “My friends… They did all this too.” She admitted with a smile.

“They're wonderful to have around aren't they?” Vaggie chuckled softly.

“Yeah… Hey Vagatha?” Charlie gulped using the full name. “Are you happy here with me?” 

Vaggie blinked hearing the Devil use her full name. She watched the wolf headed figure scratch her neck shyly. “I am princesa..” The Latina replied gently, taking that paw. “Though… If I'm honest I miss my family…”

Charlie blinked but smiled softly. She gently pulled Vaggie over to a golden bowl on a pedestal. “See this?” She asked as Vaggie nodded. “It's waters are enchanted to let you see anything or anywhere you like. It's portable as well if you take it in a bottle.” Charlie stated as she scooped up some into a gorgeous tear drop shaped vial.

“Really?” Vaggie blinked at being handed the item. “Give it a try. You can always put the water in a bowl somewhere too.” The Devil giggled which sounded like a cute growl.

Vaggie looked at it and Charlie gave her a nod. “I'd like to see Ms. Carmine please…” She asked the bottle as it shimmered. It showed the two Carmilla fighting off monsters in the forest. “Dios mio!” (Oh my god)

Charlie gasped seeing this. She gritted her teeth a bit but gently took Vaggie's shoulders. “You have to go to her. Now, take the southeast path, it'll take you home.”

Vaggie looked at Charlie stunned. “Wh-what, but the deal..”

Charlie closed her eyes and broke the magic that bound her to the deal. “I release you… You're free, go now.” Her hand was trembling as she gently placed it over Vaggie's. “Keep this as a way to look back if you wish. Goodbye Vaggie..” 

Vaggie looked stunned but gritted her teeth. “Thank you, for everything and for understanding..” She hugged Charlie tight before dashing off to her room.

Husk smiled a bit walking in. “Seems like you've done well on your own.” He then noticed the tears forming. “Princess?”

“I let her go Husk… I had to..” The Devil gripped her shoulder where those kind hands had bandaged it before. 

“What?!” Husk bolted over. “But this must be a mistake, why did you fuck up all the progress?!” 

Charlie turned away and watched Vaggie go on Diablo, her gown replaced by the casual attire and shawl. “I love her Husk… I really do..” She stated sounding softer leaning against the pillar. “But she was never meant to be locked away from the world, unlike me..” Charlie then howled, sending Vaggie off with pride.

With that Husk sighed and went to tell the others.

“Fuck but she fell in love, it should break that bitch's spell?!” Angel asked as Husk shook his head.

“It won't work darling. She has to be loved back in return.” Rosie looked sadden.

Niffty wasn't with them, same with Cherri Bomb as both had stowed away in Vaggie's leather bag.

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In the forest Vaggie pushed Diablo to go as fast as the stallion could go. “Ms. Carmine!!!” She roared, spying the woman panting. Quickly Vaggie scooped up her mentor and rode towards the southeast path. “Vaggie?!”

The two managed to get back to town with Diablo heaving. “You ok?” Vaggie turned and looked at the taller woman.

“I can't believe this, you got away on your own? I'm so glad you're alright.” Carmilla hugged her tightly. “Estoy tan contenta de que estés bien…” (I'm so glad you're alright)

Vaggie nodded but a part of her wanted to go back to that castle to see Charlie again. But first she had to get Carmilla instead and tended to.

Carmilla winced softly as Vaggie bandaged her injuries. “How did you..”

“She let me go.” Vaggie replied, looking away. “The Devil..”

Carmilla looked stunned but blinked seeing her two daughters come rushing in and hugging their mother. “We heard someone tried to break down the door! Are you alright?!” Odette asked as her long blonde hair was a mess.

“We got letters that you were in danger.” Clara added with her more curly hair disheveled as well. “We rushed back as soon as we could.”

Carmilla growled. “You two shouldn't have come back…” She stated but looked over as the door was bashed down again.

“How cute, a family reunion.” Vox walked in.

“Well done in keeping an eye out for them my pretties.” Valentino smirked at his goons.

Vaggie got ready to stab the fools while snarling. But her rage grew when Adam stepped into view alongside Lute. “Of course it had to be you two…” She growled.

“You stupid fools, there's been a monster living near us!” Carmilla snapped, making Vaggie look at her.

“Aw really, that bitch is back so there really wasn't a monster at all.” Lute sneered smirking.

Just then the leather pouch moved as Niffty and Cherri spilled out. “Hey bitch tits, don't ya dare lay a fucking finger on our girl!” Cherri growled.

“The fuck..?” Adam blinked but soon found a cup trying to maul his face. “AHH get it off me!” He yelped spinning around.

Vaggie couldn't help but smirk seeing Niffty do that. “Those are proof there's a monster living in Hellfire woods!” Carmilla stated getting up and standing infront of her daughters.

“Fucking old hag is right… How fun.” Lute smirked and kicked Cherri Bomb into a wall causing the monkey to growl.

“C'mere fuck face!” Cherri grabbed some hot coals and chucked them at Lute making the woman yelp as the monkey soon slammed into her.

Carmilla looked at Vaggie who looked pissed. “The Devil isn't a monster.” She took out the water. “She's kind, gentle and very sweet..” Vaggie added, looking at the water that shimmered.

Carmilla took this opportunity to take it and raise it up. “Show me the Devil!”

A howl echoed, making everyone look over. A vicious blonde wolf head with red horns looked at the people. “Looks like we got bigger fish to fry. Everyone to the woods!” Vox roared as people grabbed weapons and bolted with him. Even Valentino joined with his goons.

Carmilla smirked since that got those idiots to leave her children alone. “Ms Carmine, what have you done?!” Vaggie snapped

“Something good since the Devil needs to be punished for attacking me and taking you away before.” The older woman sat back down. “My only concern was keeping my children safe. That includes you, Vagatha.”

Vaggie watched as the mob went closer to the woods burning down its trees. “No…” She gritted her teeth before turning to Carmilla with a tear running down her face. “¡Estúpida mujer, acabas de traer el infierno sobre la mujer que amo!” (You stupid woman, you just brought hell upon the woman I love) She roared and bolted after the mob picking up Niffty and Cherri on her way out.

(Well hope you guys enjoy this part because the next one is... Owie... Thanks for reading ^^)

[toastthewolfie]

its done

silly. Silly guy. Silly man. Silly sopping wet golden retriever. Filled with soup and anxiety. (dont worry. They will eventually come out as it does reach a point where the closet is fucking glass)

His name’s Issac Giselle, his callsign is Coyote :D

info from @/olibird’s template under the cut :)

Name: Isabella (Issac) Giselle 

Aliases: Coyote and 10-19

Nationality: American       Ethnicity: Latina (I am unsure how to represent this, so it will probbaly not be very prevalent. Sorry D:)

Age:  23              DoB: (M/D/Y) 6/15/2001

Pronouns: Uses She/Her but prefers he/they Gender: transman (Closeted)            Sex: Female

Sexuality: Questioning

Height: 5’2

Languages: English, Spanish (Mexican)

Which CoD Universe: the Modern Warfare Reboot timeline

Branches of Service: N/A

Affiliation:  (Former) Mercenary for unnamed Company, Shadow Company

Specialties: Demolition. Fights extremely fast and relies heavily overwhelming the enemy but can easily be overpowered if the enemy has more experience than him.

Personality: sad golden retriever boy who’s a doormat.

Backstory: 

Was one of many adultified children after his parents moved from Mexico to the States. Mother was busy, father was unable to work due to health and visa issues and was practically a vegetable so basically he had to raise his little sister (who’s 4 years younger than him). Was kicked out at 19 for expressing the desire to be a man, stumbled into a man (who will remain unnamed until further notice) and joined an unnamed Mercenary Company (they explicitly chose to remain unnamed. It, quote, allowed “less strings to be attached or followed”. Most just refer to it as ‘The Company’). 

Met Phillip Graves during a random mission when he was 21, they exchanged information (rather, Graves was interested in their abilities and forced them to exchange information (doesn’t help that Issac’s a doormat’ so he could contact him later). After a bit of discussion, he made the decision to join Shadow Company and leave ‘The Company’. Everyone there was extremely against it but what was done was done (even if he started to heavily regret it) and he’s been here ever since.

Issues: extremely touch starved, very big doormat, extremely likely to hold back any form of tears (even if caused by pain) as he believes that emotions like that are messy and will cause unnecessary distress (where he grew up and worked, pain was seen as weakness or caused distress, and those are two things he wants to avoid).

Habits: holds self very tightly, as if trying to take up very little space. Stretches when bored.

Scars: large, jagged scars on face, hands, and most of his forearms and legs.

Preferred method of showing care/affection/love language: Any. My guy will literally take sword fighting and turn it into a sign of affection 😭 (edited bc i wrote this at like 12 and forgot this was SHOWING and not RECIEVING)

Preferred way of receiving care/affection: Physical touch

Eye Color: amber

Hair description: cut just above the neck and very flowy, its a dark reddish brown (not chestnut, just a slightly redder brown)

Clothing description:

Combat: fairly standard combat gear in black and varying shades of grey with a balaclava only cut around the eyes

Casual: a green hoodie with two slightly darker patches on the right arm that read ‘Giselle’ and ‘10-19’ respectively. Grey leggings and green shoes.

Body description: skinny. They aren’t very muscular and act more as a scout.

Favorite Activities: observing. He writes down little notes in a small brown-leather notebook about everyone he’s around for more than half a day.

Blood Type: O+

Favorite color: Platinum

Favorite animal: dogs (german shepherds specifically)

Favorite food/Dessert: they like mango slushies :)

Other Fun Facts:

allergic to Grandpa and his children D: (they try to hide it tho and wear a mask around him to prevent sneezing)

He’s also allergic to cacao (it’s not a bad allergy, just kinda itchy mouth and stuff)

He and Selena are frenemies. Selena has kinda taken Issac under her wing but since she HATES doormats, she’s trying to teach him to standup for himself (but he usually almost starts crying because he thinks Selena is upset at him leading to a very awkward comfort session).

Selena was probably the first person he approached first, as he was VERY interested in her previous work with MWDs (and potentially her adopted German Shepherd named Skye who was a former MWD that she trained)

people have assume they’re a dude, and despite being in the closet, they dont bother to correct people (it feels nice, being called what you want to. Most people just assume he doesn’t care lol)

[freshlyrage]

Running Like Water

Chapter 21

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I’m bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 9.4k

a/n: Whoa haven't seen you guys since last year... LOL. This is very angst filled, sadly its our last vacation chapter. Back to reality but Javier and Andrea try some new... stuff... this chapter 🍑. If it isn't your thing thats okay!

But (no pun intended) on a less sexy note, Andrea meets some family this chapter.

Sorry for the wait was busy this month having a winter break fling (that's so like me) but back to reality.

Thank you for being so patient with me always.

This is for @angelofsmalldeath-codeine

The two of you leave the studio shortly after Edmond threatened to wring Javier’s neck for the first date joke, well it is our first date. Before that though you were honestly  eager to get out of the place, you needed him back in the hotel room, you needed to thank him with your mouth, with the warmth pooling on the tiny thong under your skirt. While Javi explains to Edmond that you are indeed the girl he had vented about when they first met, usually this would have made you a blushing mess but you were practically squirming in the stool. Your earrings catching the light casting a red reflection against the wall. Your eyes follow the light around the room as the two spoke, your mind drifting in places that could only be described as filthy. Edmond jokes that it had all worked out in the end, it took you a moment to catch up with their jokes. You had disassociated but Javier picked up on it and ushered the two of you out of the studio and back out into the Louisiana heat. 

“I have dinner reservations so behave.” He whispers before grabbing your hand in a sweet possessive hold. Your brows quirk slightly before leaning into him completely. He seemed to be hyper focused on getting the two of you to the proper place at the right time because his eyes went all squinted while he walked you through the busy sidewalks. 

“I am behaving.” You were, sure, maybe it was a bit rude of you to look around the room aimlessly while Javier caught up with his old pal, but you truly didn't mean to. There was something about girls like you, girls who craved to be wanted–once you get a taste–insatiable is the only word to describe you. So insatiable that you couldnt give a fuck about a dinner date with Javier Peña, it was so like you. So like you to feel so overwhelmed with love, a feeling so foreign, so strong that now you can't think of anything else but the thought of him inside of you. Good lord you were soaking. 

His cheeks were still red, either from tears or the high sun. Regardless he looks down at you with a teasing smirk that quickly hardens and turns into a disapproving head shake. “I saw you out of the corner of my eye, querida. Wiggling around in that stool.” He says in hush tones, you break eye contact in slight embarrassment. You know that annoys him, when you shy away because you feel his body stiffen. Poor Javi, you think. One day he’ll understand you fully, he knows you better than anyone else  but he still isn't used to your self-destructive tendencies of self-manipulation and constantly wondering whether he truly likes you. And despite today being the greatest testament of his devotion for you there was still that part of you that was a girl without a father. How humiliating? You also know he is never truly upset with you, even when he stands up straight and huffs a breath, it's always followed by silence, his space to try to figure you out.

There's a lot to learn, six years apart is too much for anyone. You've become four different people in these six years. 

By the time the two of you entered the warmly lit restaurant you've given your brain some time to think of meeting your grandmother tomorrow, now thats a thought to have you quit squirming. The desire you felt so heavily only half an hour before left in an instant at the thought of what's to come tomorrow. As you settle in your seat the thought of your father not being alive crosses your mind, instinctively you touch the bee earrings softly.

You feel Javi watching you with intent, a small frown on his lips as he adjusts his belt buckle while he sits. If your stomach wasn't doing turns from impending doom you would have made a big dick joke, you suddenly didn’t have it in you. You quit touching the earrings and let out a shaky breath before grabbing the menu. 

“What’s wrong Andrea?” He asks, stern, almost like it's a statement. Like nothing is not an answer he’ll accept. He knows something is wrong. 

“I’m really nervous for tomorrow.” You admit without any tooth pulling. Uncrossing your legs beneath the table, Javi nods firmly he knew how to react to you when you admitted things like this. There's nothing you hated more than someone screwing their brows in concern and pity, he never did that. He just nodded, solid, dependable and able to listen. He doesn't respond so you continue. Brushing a piece of hair from your face you sip the water given. “I also don’t want this weekend to end. I don’t want to go back. I especially don’t want to go back if tomorrow goes bad, I don’t have it in me to explain that to my mother.” There it was, that other part. The sheer embarrassment that could be awaiting you, the possibility of being humiliated by your paternal family and coming home to a mother that will look at your tear stained cheeks and say, I told you so. 

Javi clenches his jaw at the slight shake in your voice, and it’s so like him. He puts his large hand palm up at the small table between you two. Your heart grows in your chest and without hesitation you place your own small hand over his. Manicured nails circling the dry lines there, his thumb rises and wedges between two fingers tickling you a spot you never knew tickled. You choke out a giggle and dug your nails into his palm, he winces in fake pain. Ow, he grumbles. You take his hand entirely and lifts it to your face, pressing a kiss to his palm. He smiles, his dimples deepening and his eyes crinkling. “Sorry.” You say and kiss his palm again, “Sorry for attacking you with my nails even though you’ve made me the happiest girl in the world today.” 

He shakes his head in a shy little act, wow, you wanted to jump his bones again. “It’s okay I like it when you’re rough.”

“Oh shut up.” You laugh, pressing his palm to your cheek before placing it back down on the table. “And I’m sorry for ruining the mood with my sulking.” 

 “Don’t apologize to me.” Javier furrowed his brow in disapproval, “If tomorrow doesn’t go the way you plan I’ll extend our weekend, give you time to recover here. Don’t care if it’ll be obvious to everyone that we’re together, we’ll figure it out.”

Your lips quirk in a satisfied smile, you’ll take it. You were minutes away from suggesting the two of you stay in New Orleans until the damn wedding Saturday. The two of you were so in love it was hard to be logical. Hiding your face a smidge as you lift the menu to cover your crimson cheeks. “Okay, that's fine with me.” 

“God I wish I knew she was that mean to you–I’m like regretting being her friend a little bit.” You were slurping down pasta with a frown, hearing stories from high school about Lorraine. The more he uncovered, the more you regret giving her grace. Every new piece of information was followed with Javier’s attempt to excuse it. You suppose the both of you have some things to learn, you wanted to tell him that her actions and his faults were not in the slightest bit comparable. Like;

On valentine's day she got drunk and purposefully poured wine on my favorite sweater in front of all my friends. But she was mad because I skipped sunday mass with her family the week before. 

Or,

I was really upset with her cheating, but she blamed it on the time I called you pretty in front of her. I guess to her that was emotionally cheating.

You sat in front of him with your mouth agape, or you cursed under your breath before shutting yourself up with carbs. “None of that is normal, you shouldn't make excuses for that sort of behavior. I doubt she does when she complains about you to other people.” You say while dabbing the corners of your lips free of marinara. 

He laughs and nods in agreement, “You're right, I want to be the bigger person though. No need to be upset on my behalf querida.”

The 2nd glass of wine gets to you slightly as you roll your eyes aggressively, feeling awfully protective of your boyfriend. You remember which sweater it was, it was the white knitted one he wore to his last christmas at home, he would wear that thing to every holiday. “Whatever, god forbid I feel defensive over my man.” You whisper and bring your glass to your tinted lips. Javier’s lips quirk at its corners, you know he loved hearing that come from your mouth. You noticed it just thirty minutes prior when you told the waiter, my boyfriend would like the same. You picked up on the way he shifted in his seat when you called him baby. For the past 10 minutes you had been slipping the pet names slowly and scattered, he was getting worked up. Look who needs to behave now. 

“Hmm.” He huffs, annoyed, turned on, grumpy and everything else.

You bite back a tipsy smile, slipping your pointed heel up his calf slowly, until the outsole skated his inner thigh. He shakes his head and looks to you through a half lidded gaze. “Relax.” His voice deep and striking, loud enough for the other patrons to hear. You nod in agreement and attempt to move your foot back down but before you could make the effort his hand falls between his spread legs and holds your delicate foot in place on his lap. Your breath hitches in your throat, your leg pulled so still your skirt rides up. Saving yourself from the breeze, your left leg tightens to cover the soaked fabric now exposed. 

With his right hand holding your heeled foot and his left hand on the table, he grabs his glass and continues at his drink. Your breath is hitched in your throat, you feel his stare. His eyes glued to your chest, your nipples pebbled under the fabric. You don’t listen to his demand, incorrigibly you lean forward releasing some tension with the press of your legs and the hip movement required for you to move closer. “Why are you being so mean?” 

His eyes narrow, “Mean? A weekend getaway, museum date and those pretty earrings.” He teases and you nearly laugh, nearly, truthfully you were so turned on you couldn’t care to play these games. You’ve had years to do that. You survey the restaurant, there had only been about ten tables and each paired with a couple or a group of men in suits. Your eyes dart to the family bathroom, Javier follows your line of sight with a smirk. No families, you note. Less guilt for what you’re about to do. 

You drop your heel from his hold and wipe the corners of your mouth, “Well, you’ve spoiled me Javi.” You shrug, adjusting your small cardigan to cover your pointed nipples. He laughs a hearty chuckle. Your face falls to straight seriousness, hair readjusted. His nostrils flare at your hardened look.

“Rotten.” 

Your eyes shrink with a slight hint of petulance. Like a little girl not getting her way, absolutely not. Eyes scanning the room once more, “Well if you’ll excuse me. I’m going to take care of myself in the bathroom.” You huff before rising to your feet. Feeling the table to your right shooting a glance at your figure. With a strut of false confidence, your knees were buckling with fear he won’t follow you and just think you’re upset with him. It’s the last message you want to get across after he poured his aching soul to you at the gallery.

Javier watches you walk to the bathroom and close the door behind you. Well he watches to make sure no one else was watching because the pencil skirt you decided to wear curved perfectly below your ass, making it apparent to everyone that your behind was a tight little thing. Rolling his tongue against his cheek he waits a few seconds before pinching the bridge of his nose. 

He knows you, he knows you’ve been pent up since the gallery, since he put those earrings on you. How could he not know, you practically screwed your brows in bliss every time he took a look at you. Truthfully on their walk to the restaurant he was still reeling from the entire first date thing, he had never lost his composure like that—to cry in front of someone— to cry in front of you. He’d be a lying dog if it didn’t scare the living shit out of him. So scared that he nearly thought about just saying fuck it and getting down on one knee and proposing to you with some fucking earrings. 

He knew it before. He knows it now that what you too have is forever, beyond time and circumstance, there was no way you two could live a life with other people. What a discovery to make on a first date. 

Anyway those feelings of sheer terror and love, they’re the same in his head, were quickly replaced with every tiny possessive nickname you let leave your red bitten lips. He was fully hard by the time you decided to play footsie with him, he wondered if you felt the strain against his pants through your heels. He decided he was going to fuck you into the mattress when the two of you got back to the hotel but he supposes you had different plans. 

His eyes glued to his glass he picks it up and downs it. “Fuck it.” He murmurs before wiping his mustache, adjusting his shirt and heading for a straight bee line for the bathroom. 

You smile softly at him through the mirror, “I was starting to think you didn’t get the memo.” Javi nods, his mind set. Silent and brooding behind you. Your confidence seemed to have faded with each passing minute he contemplated whether to follow you or not. “I was afraid you thought I was really upset-Oh Javi.” You shriek the second he tosses your skirt over your ass. Instinctually bending a bit over the sink. Dropping to his knees, his dirty thoughts win as he slightly sinks his teeth into your tan behind. You giggle at the absurdity of it all, but he doesn’t care what it would look like to  anyone else. He was a man utterly in love with his girlfriend, and with how soft her ass was. 

Javier kisses each cheek of hers and laces each kiss with a bite then a firm tug. Kneading and kisses, his large palms have finally found something that he didn’t completely engulf. Why was it so sexy when his hand covered your entire breast yet even sexier that your ass finally dwarfs him? He’s never been a man above worship, above religion, still he had never believed in a god so clear, so real until he came home and had you. Was it normal to be this enthralled by a partner? Was it just the honeymoon? He really couldn't care anymore about those questions because god, Andrea, he murmurs like a prayer.  

With your skirt piled at your hips, the tiny little red thong was fair game for his needy kisses. His teeth graze the string that just barely covered the one part of you that’s untouched, you buck as his fingers spread you open, the loose string falling to the side to expose you there. “Anyone ever touch you here?” He asks with his left hand holding you open, and his right thumb skimming so close. He knows the answer. He wants to hear it. You screw your eyes shut, a small whimper escapes your parted lip. Your heels slip on the tile, he lets up his left hand to hold you steady. 

Tossing your hair over one shoulder and attempting to look back at him you whisper, “Never—I want to try but-”

But I’m not sure I want that sort of first time to be in a restaurant bathroom. You think.

He knows exactly what you mean, he knows how delicate this part of sex could be, he knew it's a lot more than a heat of the moment decision. He’d never, not in a place like this. Though, he had other ideas, “Another time, can I taste you here at least.” He taps at your cunt and you eagerly reach behind and slide your panties to the side. Javi smiles when he’s met with his girlfriend’s swollen cunt just for him. Good lord, he did not want to think about having to sneak around again. For the two of you to be limited beyond your control the second you step home. He wondered why he couldn’t just rent a home out here just for the two of you, just until he leaves. Will they be reduced once again to just twice a week, all pent up and hand-covering mouth sex in his bed. He tried not to think, tried. 

One thing the two of you have grown fond of is him eating you out from behind. This position was just like the second time, in his room on memorial day. You look over your shoulder, the cardigan slipped low to expose the tan shoulder of yours. With lidded eyes you stare into Javier’s soul as you reach your hand between his face and your bent form. With a shy blush your delicate fingers run across the seam of your cunt and slowly up to skim the tight hole that's been the object of Javier’s deepest fantasies. 

“You can taste here too.” You quip, you weren’t sure if people even did that. You could be making a fool out of yourself but you knew after his fingers got close to your asshole, you felt a new pit in your belly. Javier’s eyes raised and he suddenly felt like a kid in a candy store. Never in a million years did he ever imagine a world where you agreed to something like this. He mumbles deeply, Jesus Christ. You didn’t have to tell him twice. 

He plunged his face into your cunt first, quicker and less teasing this time, they were in a public bathroom for crying out loud. His licks and sucks are wet and aggressive. His head shaking in between. You drop your head into your chest and the slow build of release. If he kept up this pace you’ll be writhing in climax in thirty more seconds. You're not sure you were ready for the moment he proceeds to eat you out just there. For a moment you wonder if this is really something people do during sex, you’ve had girl friends who have tried anal but none of them ever mentioned their boyfriends eating them out there. You wonder if you're the first people to ever do this- or it’ll feel good at all. You surely weren’t ready, the second his heavy tongue slid up to your place untouched, and you weren’t expecting such a feeling.

You shrieked loud enough for the guests to hear. Javier’s heart sank and paused for a second while you covered your mouth.

“I’m sorry-I’m sorry.” 

Javier’s brows tensed, “Is it too much?” He asks lowly, looking up at the back of your head. You screw your eyes shut, and nod.

“No-I just didn’t expect for it to feel so good.” You whisper as if to do damage control for the shriek you let out, with your head dropped in shame you feel his chuckle between your cheeks. Okay, he laughs and continues again. You’re more prepared this time–yeah you two definitely aren't the firsts to discover eating ass. This has got to be popular.

His head moving skillfully, his chin skimming your cunt along with it. Shaking his head and devouring you whole. And oh, it was a feeling so good you were afraid to know what it would feel like if he applied more pressure than a tongue back there. You never saw the appeal in anything to do with anal—suddenly—you suppose it takes the right person. You always told yourself you’d never try any of that unless you were married or something— well close enough. Your knuckles go white gripping the porcelain tops. He parts for a second and spits directly on your ass, parting you to watch it slide down onto your cunt. 

“You like being a dirty girl? Yeah, Andrea?” he gets close again to clean up his mess and good gracious you were close. “Letting me eat your ass like this? Used to think you were so shy—now look at what you’re letting me do to you.” He dives in again, this time reaching his entire body leans with it. His hands gripping the tops of your thighs while he moves from your cunt to your ass and back-and back again. 

Your forehead presses against the mirror and you catch your own eyes for a moment and you’re absolutely disgusted by the sight. Disgusted in the best way possible. You are filthy, you love it—you loved this. You bend further to give him better access to your clit and you’re a goner. Your ears ring and you fall limp but like always he never lets you fall. He’s at his feet again, pressing your knees together. He unbuckles himself and relieves his aching cock from their confinement. You open your mouth to tell him to put it in but he speaks first.  

“I’m gonna come, just let me—fuck.” He grabs himself and fists himself over your bent body. “Let me fuck your thighs really quick—please princesa, let me—” He grits and you bite your lips at the thought. Your heart skips a beat or a few, so many firsts. Why is the thought so enticing?

Okay—please, you murmur and without hesitation he drags his cock between your folds, collecting slip before thrusting. He wipes his eye as an attempt to readjust his blurry mind. The post orgasm clarity will hit him soon, it didn’t matter now he was too pent up to care. He humps you from behind, his length squeezed by your thighs and his tip nudging your overstimulated clit. There was something depraved about the action, being used in this way. Being used and loving the way it feels.

And he’s driving fast, pre-cum spreading at the tops of your thighs. How he made sex so enjoyable was beyond you, all you could do is softly sigh and moan, nearly drooling from your mouth falling open. “Javi please– I-” Perhaps your moans were a bit too loud because his hand snakes up to your mouth, effectively muzzling you. You babble incoherent begs and moans into his dry palm, while his other hand death gripped your hips for stability. It didn’t take many thrusts for you to be coming again, his hand on your hip quickly snaked to hold your thighs tighter against him and with that he finished over the tops of your thighs, painting you perfectly. His own little art piece. 

There’s a ringing silence for a moment as he slips out from behind you. You catch your breath, wiping your tears away. Head heavy, too frazzled to adjust to the situation. Javier just ate your ass out in a restaurant bathroom and fucked your thighs. And you came twice in ten minutes. Jesus take the fucking wheel. 

“I-I’m sorry I’ve never done anything like that before.” You almost expect for those words to come from your mouth but it aches all the same coming from his. You turn around to him, knowing the sight is probably ridiculous, tear stained cheeks, a wrap skirt hiked up your legs and his come spread at the tops of your thighs.

Your eyes soften watching him fumble to tuck himself away. You could see his jaw clenched, you knew when his mind was on overdrive. This is one of those moments. Like he’s drafting ways to apologize to you. 

“I liked it.” You admit in a whisper. 

His brows shoot up and he looks up to you. The color in his face returning, as he fastened his belt. “You did?” 

You blush, your eyes falling to your thighs. “I did, we should try more stuff like that… it was… really hot.” You admit, looking up at him through your brow bone. His nostrils flare and he’s nodding. 

“Okay.” He nods sternly in the same old grumpy Javi way. 

Your lips twist at the silliness of it all. “Okay…” 

“Alright.” He’s still staring at your thighs. 

You giggle, “Jesus christ Javi! Clean me up!”

He jumps in place, “Right sorry.”

It’s safe to say that the two of you were quite full after the whole restaurant debacle. Frankly your last night should’ve been filled with endless love making but Javier could sense your nerves. After tipsy kisses and stumbling into the room the reality began to set in. You struggled to sleep that night, afraid of waking up to a packed room and a car ride to your grandmother's home. He slipped into the shower with you without any advances, you wouldn't mind it all but he reads you, he washes you without lingering touches and only a few kisses. The two of you find a rhythm, drying off, getting into his shirt and some panties. The two of you exchange stories before bed, who knew he was such a softy like you. 

“I’m always nervous before meeting old people.” You admit. Its a stupid quirk of yours but man do the elderly intimidate you. You chose teaching because you knew that dealing with the elderly would be far from that area. “They can be so judgemental and old fashioned, its painful– every conversation.”

Javier strokes his hand against your arm, “You're rambling. It's time for bed baby.”

He was right, you had no need to bring that up, you just really didn't want the day to end. Why is that you were so afraid of the thing you yearned for your entire life?

The morning is quiet and gloomy, it rained the entire night so the sky was all gray clouds with peaking sun. The entire room was packed by the time you sat up to rub your eyes. Your stomach is so uneasy you could only take four bites of the waffles he called in for you, no syrup, just butter and powdered sugar how you like it. He’s quiet too as he folds your clothes. You check out at twelve and load his car again. He kisses your temple before opening the car door for you. You nod a silent thanks before you settle into the car seat. Head leaned against the window. Reaching into the dash board for the map, finger tracing until it stops at the road circled labeled, Andrea’s Grandma, you smile to yourself thinking about Javier at his desk circling and routing a way to her grandmother's home the night before their trip. 

With fear of rejection you fiddle with the bee earrings in your ears, grounding yourself with the reminder of Javier even when he's right next to you.

The home was fairly close, only an hour away from the hotel. Javi smokes two cigarettes with the low sound of the road below the tires and slow soul music filling the car. It was then when you realized Javier was nervous too. You think of what he told you at La Belle Forme, about his panic attack. It was rare for silence to exist between them not like this. You kiss his knuckles, a few kisses, you suppose you found solace in comforting him. 

When the car slowed down you weren't expecting to be approached with large estates with rolling grass and bald cypress trees casting down like curtains. When Lorena called you pictured an elderly woman in a small home, you never envisioned a large white home attached to other small homes. You looked down at the map. 4289 Coventy Court, “Its the small house, the big one is 4287.” You point, it all seemed to be on the same estate though, you'll still have to walk through this strangers beautiful front lawn in order to get to your grandmothers. Javi nods, shutting the car off. Your hands drop to play with the ripped ends of the map. 

His palm comes over to your lap and grabs at your fidgeting hands, his hands always cold and dry and large. “¿Estás segura de que estás lista?” He asks so softly, he did that often, reassuring you in spanish. You inhale deeply, looking at your connected hands and then to the house peeking behind the large trees. You nod. 

And there it is, right In front of you— a physical manifestation of the answers you’ve prayed to hear. Everything you've ever wanted to know. It could split you completely, could kill you, but it could free you. A small part of you hopes it splits your heart in two so that you're prepared for heartache in November at the hands of the DEA. Who knew Javier could hurt you more than your father? When did you give him that power, you suppose it’s when you realized it was love. 

The two of you climb out of the truck and make your way through the cobblestone path, “I’m not going to get shot out here right?” Javi whispers and you cant even itch out a giggle from the coil of nerves in your chest, he doesn’t joke anymore. He trails behind you while you lead the way, like you know where to go— you haven’t had a fucking clue. With every tap of your sneakers on the ground you felt panic rise higher in your throat. 

You could feel Javier behind you, keeping his steps slower than your own. Giving you space you weren’t sure you wanted. You appreciated it nonetheless. Like he was ready to run and get the car if anything hurts you. He’s 3 steps behind you once you close your eyes shut before knocking on the light blue door. Your eyes surveying the plants lining the white porch. “¡entra!” A distant voice calls from beyond the door and its the same voice from the phone. Something in you bursts, your eyes dart to Javier in fit of panic. Fuck it. You open the door to the home. 

The astounding amount of pastels blind you. An entire rolling carpet of white at your feet, Javier holds his arm out before you nervously put your outside shoes inside this museum piece of a home. You saw her too, out of the corner of your eye. Sat in a wheelchair with hair pressed straight down to her hips, with a book in her lap – the sound of birds chirping splitting your ears as you unlace your shoes with shaky hands. Javier seemed to have slipped his shoes in record time because his socked foot took a step inside before he bent down again to grab your shoes and tossed them outside. 

Standing up straight the woman in front of you widens her eyes at the sight of you, her smile splitting her face in two and you arent sure if anyone had ever looked at you with such melancholy before. She was a beautiful woman, well kept from what you can see it seemed like she had a lot of help. For once in your life you feel strong, chin up and nearly smiling. Lorena fully smiles and there it is–You can finally pin point where your bright grin comes from. "Ven aquí! Get over here before I try to walk to you!." She shouts with that same accent you remember over the phone and with that you're padding over to your grandmother. Embracing her for the first time. Receiving kisses to the side of your head, and caresses and you don’t feel sad anymore–or nervous. You sat in front of her and Javier stayed in his lane, quiet and observing. His hand on your while she explained how she found your number. 

“My greatest friend Griselda moved to Laredo about a year ago. I had been pushing the poor woman to look through the phonebook for your name– I didn't know if you had our last name or hers. Whatever I found it and tried calling but your mother– you already know.”

You sure did, the conversation was what you expected it to be. She attempts to understand what your life has been like this whole time. You tell her your mother owned a boutique and that your brother was on his last week of being a bachelor, she teared up at that. You almost forgot she was around when your brother was just two years old, she laughs when explaining his biting problem. Her eyes fall between the two of you a few times, you and Javier and your joined hands. The way his were in your lap and  how your nail grazed the strong tendons of your lovers hands. She kept the questions Andrea central.

Did you end up going to college?

Yes, University of Miami. I’m a middle school teacher.

She laughs and claps her hands together, she tells you taught for thirty six years. Your heart nearly bursts in your chest. 

So are you living at home?

For now, yes. I’m looking to move soon.

Do you like your brother's wife to be?

Oh–yeah. She’s been my close friend since I was in middle school. 

She nods, turning to her left to grab her cup of tea. There had been two cups left out. She let you in on how she kept the place so tidy, her home nurse Ms. Cristina, who worked for her every day. She points to her bird cage at the corner of the living room which shows the only non-tidy part of the house full of bird seeds on the floor, They also take of me. 

“And this–.” She smiled, waving her finger in between you two. “How did you two meet.”

“Oh!” You laugh, Javier cracks a smile. “We-”

“Uh-No. I want to hear his story. Ha estado sentado ahí en completo silencio, habla, hijo.” She cuts you off in the only way elderly people know how, gracefully and silly all at once. Your cheeks burn red. Absolutely intrigued to hear his explanation. His face softens for a moment before he breaks into a deep chuckle. Rubbing his eye in that same nervous tick that he always does. 

“Oh–We were just kids when we met.” He was instantly interrupted by a yelp from your grandmother. 

“¡Ay, por Dios! Qué romántico. So you two have been together since then?” Perhaps it was rude but immediately you and Javier look at each other and let out a cackle in unison. Leaning into his shoulder as you giggle while your grandma sits confused, wondering what was so funny about her question. “What-What’s so funny?” She says with a hint of humor in her own tone.

Javier shakes his head and replies, “It took us close to a decade to get here.” His eyes flash to yours, soft and gleaming. He looks at you like this often—always, but there’s a different look, something close to pride. Truthfully, he was overjoyed to talk about you to someone, especially to someone who by some crazy phone call and last minute trip—is your family. 

Lorena smiles, sipping her tea with a nod. Her eyes floating to something behind you, above your head. You don’t turn to see what has made her eyes misty and youthful for a moment. “Ah.. one of those. I’m familiar, promise you. What is it that you do Javier?”

He straightens up at the question like it shattered the small world he’s created with you. “I’m a DEA agent, I’m assigned in Colombia starting this November.” It was firm, devoid of laughter and pride. Like a soldier being questioned about deployment. Your grandmothers brows screw in sympathy the second he mentions being away, her eyes falling to your own. You tried to be strong but the reminder chips away at your spirit each time. Five months away. Your eyes drop to your knees. 

“Ah… I see.” Softly she points her chin high, a necklace falling out of her cashmere sweater with the movement. She nudges behind you, where her eyes fell previously, you and Javier turn slightly. The image of a man in black and white, eyes light and a stern look. Clad in military attire, and a nose so similar to your own. You into the eyes of your grandfather for the first time. How could you have forgotten? You haven't even asked about him, his name–anything. You notice then that the entire hour you have spent in your grandmother's home you hadn't once thought of your father. Something about the eyes in the photo seared you, What if my fathers dead? “Your grandfather was also named Lucas. He was my high school sweetheart but we broke up after he decided to leave me for the war. Listen, I respect our military but–not for him–absolutely not. He was always leaving, estúpido, estúpido. We split when he was apart, it wasn't very easy to be in contact like it is now. But… I didn't wait, I found someone else but mija… the second he stepped foot on american soil we were married and I was pregnant with your father 3 years later.”

Javier placed his hand on your lower back at some point during her story, thumb softly rubbing into your thin t-shirt. Your eyes threatened to betray you. You know why she chooses to tell you this story, you suppose this sort of thing runs in the family. Leaving and watching the ones who leave. “He died before me, that absolute idiot.” She sniffles and shakes her head. You turn back around, facing her–she had already wiped her tears away. And she does it just like you, palm first and hurried. Who knew the sight of your grandmother crying could fill you with such warmth, you suppose you were never emotional in the same way your mother was. You wondered where it came from, you guess you can say you've got it from your grandmother.

“Oh, I'm so sorry.” You choke on your own words and she waves her hand  in a its alright but it isn't motion. She grabs her teacup once more, her eyes stuck to yours until her brows shoot up in shock.

“Oh–your father. It's so like me to get wrapped up in myself, I’m sure you have a million questions. I can settle your nerves and tell you that he is very much alive.” She laughs, she really was a kookie old lady. “He also knows that you’re here.”

“What?” You and Javier blurt simultaneously, the two of you leaning in on your knees. For a split second your cheeks heat at the thought of Javier being this invested but that completely flies out the window while your grandmother nods with a smile. 

“This is his estate, you think a school teacher could afford all this? His home was the big one right next door. He’s nervous but he is expecting you. I thought I’d give him time to… speak for himself.” She nods and settles her cup down once more. “I’m not trying to kick you out but he’s probably bouncing his knee for the thousandth time over there”

“You’ve gone non-verbal Andrea.” The two of you kissed your grandmother goodbye with promises of a second visit in the next few months, Javier was micro analyzing your every move. How after the bomb was dropped you had frozen in fear and only muttered 4 more words. Her brows furrowed as the two of them approached the back door of her fathers home. Javier knew what this meant, what this all means. He sees what its doing inside of you, your body is rejecting the truth that, A. your father is alive and B. He seems to be doing quite well for himself. Your grandmother gave the two of you instructions like you were on a secret mission. 

Go through the back door

Javi, it's best you wait in the hall. 

He will most likely be sat in his office, first door on your right. 

You just nodded with a knot in your throat. Javier watches you lead the way in silence and it's killing him to know how much this is taking a toll on you already.

You have eaten in on yourself already, absent in the eyes.

 He remembered fathers day being a particularly rough day for you during your summers. How you would call Javier’s house but he’d have to explain that he was on his way out fishing with Chucho. He can't think too hard about all of that, he might crumble himself and he had to be strong, he had to be that for you. You step up and look over your shoulder, nearly tripping–Javier catches you at your elbow and you are trembling. 

“Sorry, I’m trying to catalog all the questions I have.” You chuckle and there isn't a bit of humor behind it, just nerves and all. “His house is way too nice. This door knob looks like pure gold.” You attempt a joke but Javier can't seem to laugh either. And like the brave girl you are, you don't hesitate this time, you twist the doorknob pushing the door open. Ahead of you was a grandiose hallway, white paneled walls with tiny intricate floral designs. 

The door to his office is already in your view, a long ottoman right outside the door like a waiting room. It felt nothing like a home, like a sterile office or a Homes and Gardens spread. Javier selfishly thinks of how their home will look one day, it will never feel this cold, not in the Louisiana heat. He’d settle down with you in Louisiana. He decided this weekend, he’d like to watch you bask in under the cajun sun with a belly. 

The two of you stand side by side in front of a door with no imperfections but a carving of the letter L on the wood. Your brows furrow, “Okay.” You exhale, turning to Javier knowing this is where you part, knowing that whatever goes on behind those doors could hurt you in a way he fears he can never fix. So maybe he’s just as scared, he nods silently and firm. Still putting his act up for your sense of security, he knows you can read right through it, he also knows you love that he does this for you. 

He can see it on your lips, see the 3 words, the words he knows you tried to spill out twice on this trip. He shakes his head and grabs your face in a chaste kiss. Your hands hold at his shoulders as you rise on your tiptoes to return it deeper. He doesn’t let you stall, he steps away. “I’ll be right here.” Javier juts his chin toward the ottoman, and he watches you disappear into the room. 

Sitting down with a strain in his lower back from the drive and his body's reaction to the thought of the ride they have to take once this is all over. Javier leans his head back, his eyes facing the ceiling. Touched with a heavy weight and the lingering thought of maybe one day having one of these moments with his own mother, if she’s out there. He busies himself with an attempt of remembering her face, drawing her in white lights behind his closed eyes that he was too damn scared to open, scared to be present. Scared of not being strong enough for you. Afraid of opening his eyes and seeing a blackhole ready to swallow him whole, engulfing himself in his own grief that he’s shoved down trying to be a man for you. 

He sees your face at first, angled cheeks he first sees you now, a longer face–lips full, a nose with a tiny slope and teeth always threatening to split your lips in a smile. He also sees what you looked like in 1980, rounder cheeks, the face of a shy girl. He remembers your cheeks always being pink. His chest constricts when he pictures that same young face full of tears at fault of his own fears. That's when he makes out his mothers face, eyebrows a light-light brown, so light they always seemed barely there. Her freckle below her eye, her eyes clad with glasses and quirk between her brow. Of disapproval for all things involving their life as a family.

Javier snaps his eyes open at the thought. Straightening up, attempting to now hear what was being said behind the door. His eyes adjust to the bright light of the hall, it really felt like a waiting room. Javier blinks away the floaters.

In front of him is a single picture hung on the wall.

It's an image of your father, he sees the resemblance immediately. But that isn't what catches his eye. Javier's heart drops nauseatingly fast at the sight of two young girls-twins, in the photograph. And in cursive in the far corner,

Best Dad Ever  

He’s up and hugging you before you could take in that this is really happening. The hug is tight, it's unfamiliar, it's strangling and you attempt to hug back to make it feel loving but it just isn't there yet. You want to pinch yourself, you've dreamt up this moment. You hugged your own aching body to sleep countless nights wishing for a hug from your father and now that it’s here, you can't even register the difference between him and a stranger.

He holds your face for a moment with his eyes misty, your chin quivers then. He was a splitting image of your grandfather. Eyes a hazel, his hair shaggy and long. Like he doesn't belong in a home this large, you close your eyes for a moment. Overstimulated with the situation, your father cradles your face for the first time since you were a premature newborn. He even calls you beautiful a few times and you’ve never felt stronger for not melting into a puddle of tears. Perhaps you were just too happy.

It was the happiest moment. 

You sit in front of him and he has a sheet in front of him. You couldn't be bothered talking about yourself again but you do anyway, he leaned in with every small fact. He beams with a laugh when you tell him that little Frankie was expecting a baby and wedding. He claims that these past years he wondered what you were doing with your life, once your eighteenth birthday approached he says he stayed up the entire night wondering what this next step would look like for you. 

“It seems like you've done well for yourself–I'm sorry Andrea, I’m sorry I wasn't there.” You were the only person in tears in the room but you couldn't be bothered to be embarrassed. The tears were only joyful, those sorts came rarely for you. You allowed them to flow without shame. 

It’s okay dad, it's okay. You whisper, “My mom–she says she left because you were–”

“An addict.” He cuts. “I was, I got clean the second she fled with you. I called my mom and she sent me to a rehabilitation facility in New York. It’s where I lived most of my life, where I built my business. Where I met my wife.” He smiles to himself and you smile too. What a privilege it is to be loved by someone else. “She isn't home today,  told her we would be meeting today and she decided to not overwhelm you so she’s out. I hope you don’t mind.”

You reach out for the box of tissues at his desk, dabbing your eyes. “It's okay–I'm sorry that my mom did that– leaving without notice, it-it kills me when I think of it.” You wipe again as more tears fall, god why was it so difficult to talk when crying. You think of the day after your birth often, you think of your father asleep in a hospital chair, you think of him waking up in an empty room. Your heart chips away slowly but then you look at his face again and he looks just as confused.

He straightened up and his jaw clenched. You were to oblivious to notice the change in his demeanor.

“Andrea– I knew she was going to leave– I- I encouraged her to… I was too sick. I wasn't ready then– I waited six years until I had kids.” 

You swear the feeling was akin to being cut by the sharpest blade, sliced slowly down your sternum and the weight of the world on your shoulders. There you are, in front of your father, bleeding out, being drained in front of him. Your head feels light as everything you thought you knew turns on its head. Your eyes fall to your knees, staring into the denim of your pants, trying to register if any of this is real.

What? You whisper. 

“Oh Andrea–Melissa–your mother. She sat in that hospital bed and cried, she begged me to get clean for you, but she didn't know how all of that worked. I had to do it for myself, and I did. I asked her to leave. I wasn’t ready, sweetheart.”

The name stung, you sat there, you were an open wound in front of your father as he explains that he made the choice to reject you. 

Your chin quivered in a new way, no longer happy. No longer tears between teeth, “I’m really confused.” 

“I forgave myself for that decision in rehab. I found god and I absolve myself from that guilt through years of healing, Adalina and Adare’s birth helped me free myself from that decision. I knew you were taken care of I had to–”

“I-I wasn't taken care of. I wasn't loved. I was ignored–I-I spent the holidays alone. I was raised by a nanny–When-when I fell off my bike I relied on my brother's best friend to take care of me. I needed you but I was never angry at you for not looking because I thought you were left completely in the dark.” Each word came with a sob so deep, you weren't sure your body could handle a heartbreak like this. His lips thinned and his brows creased in sympathy that didn't feel genuine. You had sisters, sisters with names awfully close to your own. "Did-did you know where I was?"

"I had you address for several years, yes." Cooly he says it. “Andrea–I'm really upset to hear that. I had assumed you were okay, you never looked for me.”

You shook your head with closed eyes, tears staining your neck. “I shouldn't have to–I’m the child…” You whined, regressing to a little girl, you couldn't help it. This was the worst pain you've felt. “I needed you– I needed a dad.”

“I understand, I understand the importance of a father in a young woman's life–I've got two of my own–But I cannot be sorry for the decision I made twenty two years ago.” How could he be so cold, so analytical. How is it that he talks about the situation like he’s just an observer? 

“Three, you have three daughters.” Your voice sobers, its anger this time. You were so upset that he couldn't see this the way you do. Your eyes burn into his and there isn't anything, there's nothing. You began to wonder how he could be the product of a woman like Lorena. “You had me on January 14th 1964, you watched my mom carry me for 7 months before she couldn’t– I’m your daughter too.” You spit without a shaking breath. 

His face tightens and he nods, “Technically speaking yes-”

“Oh give me a fucking break!” You cuss, jumping to your feet and he jumps in his seat. 

“Please do not cuss in my home.” 

You were red hot, fuming as your eyes finally took in the catholic iconography throughout the office. And the many, many pictures of your sisters. Wiping your tears with your palms, fast like you want to hide from him that he even made you cry in the first place. “You are a pathetic person. I feel so ridiculous having wasted so many years wanting you. I’ll see my way out.” You turn and he’s following you, repeating your name but no apologies. You swing the door open and Javier is there at his feet already, with a tense face. You see it, he heard it all and he’s angry. 

“Please Andrea, let's just pray together.”

You cackle and glance at your boyfriend. “Let's go Javi.” You storm past him, swinging the backdoor open. 

The second the rolling front yard and southern sun hits your skin you begin to sob. Chest wracking yet silent as you walk away from your fathers home. As you walk away from someone else's father. You chest hiccuping as you blurily lead yourself down the path, Javier's steps quickening behind you. Your cheeks hot and stung with tears, head pounding you knew you looked like a swollen hot mess. You hug your own shaking body all the way to the car. Climbing in the passenger's seat with more tears. 

You aren't sure if you could ever be okay.

Javier circles the car with his heart in his throat, hearing each word and feeling the cuts deep. He sits and thinks, she won't be able to handle this. He knows you, he knows you enough to love you. He knows you are strong, he also knows no child is strong enough to face rejection from a parent. So he stares at your father before you have walked out the home, he contemplates killing him there. He wants to hurt the man for making you ache so badly. Call him crazy or irrational, but he thought it for a split second. Thought of hurting him.

 Javier decides taking care of you was far more important than his anger. 

He walks behind you, 

It felt like a huge joke, like a fuck you. The beautiful scenery of the estate, the birds chirping and the world still spinning, and you're there, hugging your own body while you silently weep ahead of him. 

He doesn't start the car when he gets in. He stares ahead, sick to his stomach at the sound of your cries. His eyes glued to the steering wheel, his peripheral catches you shifting to lean your temple against the window. The car was hot, sitting out in this sun. Hot enough to burn you once your elbow touches a belt buckle but the heat felt trivial. Javier glances at the map, prepared to drive back into New Orleans and extend their weekend, take you away for more days. Allow you to be detached for some more time, this was far too much for you. 

“I want to go home Javi.” You whisper between tears, “It was…dumb of me to look for a family out here.” 

There it was again, your eagerness for a complete family. For someone to see you, understand your pain, he heard you beyond that door. He heard you talk about being left alone, celebrating holidays with only yourself. He heard you begging for sympathy from your own blood from your own family. He heard your voice so small when you begged him to see you as his own child, as his own family. 

Javier panics, he’s so overcome with emotion he isn't sure he has the words to comfort you. He can't get out what he's tried to tell you all weekend. You will always have a family with him, you no longer have to search. But it doesn't come out from his mouth.

Instead, he reaches his hand over to you and between his thumb and his pointer he rubs the earring he gifted you. The earring, the reminder. Without words he tells you, I’ve got you. He watched you the past two days rub the thing as a nervous tick, he sees your brows furrow and your chin quiver once more before you cave and lean your head against his hand. Your cries regulate and calm with each pass of his thumb against the delicate little bee in your ear. Javier watches you with blurred eyes and he remembers meeting you for the first time. He remembers putting bandages on your knees and peeling oranges for you and diving into lakes and biking, and blushing and kissing and leaving. And And And, 

“Andrea, I really, really love you.”

[latinapoetbts]

It Was So Wrong It Was Right PT 1.

Summary: Y/N loved her twin sister and brother-in-law (KTH) more than life. She would do anything for their happiness; they were all she had after losing her parents. When her twin sister and brother-in-law (KTH) dream of starting a family together comes crumbling down, she can't say no when they ask for her help, even in the most unorthodox way. She'd never tell them no, even if it ruined her in the process.

KTH / Latina Reader Insert | 2 Part One Shot AU, Angst, Smut, 18 + Unrequited Love, Psychological Distress Master List |

********************** Part 1

I held my sister in my arms wondering how the world could be so cruel as she wept in my arms. I stroked her hair telling her just how sorry I was for her. It should have been me, not her. I didn’t even ever want kids. She wanted at least five. 

“Hey we are going to get through this, like we have everything else, ok we will look for a second opinion. We will try everything there is to try”. I rubbed her back in my attempt to sooth her.

“y/n, this is the second opinion…what am I going to tell Tae Hyung”, another sob racked through her body. I held her tightly, rocking our bodies together.

“He’s going to leave me…I don’t blame him…I can’t give him what he wants…”, my heart broke for her. 

“Adri, don’t say that. You know how much he loves you. He’d do anything for you. We are all going to figure this out. We can’t give up…”

“Give up on what?” I felt my body wince at the sound of his deep voice. I know she did not want him to find out this way. 

“Adri…babe what’s wrong”. I shifted away as tae hyung quickly scooped Adriana up in his arms. His eyes flicker up at mine as I motion with my hands, that I am leaving, he nods in response. 

“No, please stay y/n.” The sorrow in my sister's voice cemented me to where I stood. 

“Are you sure Adri?”

“Yes y/n please stay.” so of course I stayed. I listened quietly to my sister's confession that it was confirmed by the second doctor that she was not able to have children. I watched how her husband Tae hyung did everything in his power to hold his emotions but he just couldn't. He wept, holding her face to his chest. He was morning just as she was. At some point I was able to make my move to the living room and stayed for another 45 minutes till I could hear no more muffled voices. Surely they had fallen asleep tired to the emotional roller coaster. I gather my things and leave. 

“Y/n, thank you for being there for her. For Us. You have no Idea how much I appreciate it. Fuck y/n. What the fuck did we do to deserve this…”, the tears began to pool once again in his beautiful deep chocolate brown eyes. I did the only thing I knew how to do as I watched his shoulders slump and his step waiver. I held him in my arms. I cradled his tear streaked face to my chest and stroked his hair until his sobbing stopped.

“Hey, you guys are fighters. We will figure something out. I know it. I’m here for you both”. The look of pain in his eyes was devastating. 

“Thank you y/n”, he spoke softly as he kissed my cheek and I kissed saying goodbye.

“Call me if you or Adri need anything at all”. I felt my sister and her husband's home with a heavy heart. 

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3 months later

I pulled up to Adri and Tae’s home, happy to see them. I knew it had been a while since we could all hang out. That's when the two people I loved most in the world explained their plans and how they wanted me to help.

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“What? What!? You want to artificially inseminate me with your husband's cum…Tae? I…I… I …”, I was speechless. I knew they would figure something out but never had I considered this, never had I considered being their seareget. I mean no this was different, this baby would be a part of me and a part of my sister's husband tae hyung. What the fuck. I mean I did not , do not want children but to have a baby inside me growing being half my sisters husbands baby and half mine. It was just fucking werid. I needed a fucking drink.

 “Do you have any whisky?" I asked if my throat suddenly dried. After downing a drink the conversation continued.

“I wouldn't ask you if I wasn't certain I was ok with it. Y/n we are identical twins. Any children we ever have would be half of each other.” my eyes couldn't help but dart back and forth between Adri and Tae.

“And you? You're quiet”. I look at Taehyung. I bite on my lip nervously waiting for his reply.

“Are you ok knowing this baby is half mine and half yours?’ I felt my body tense at the words. 

"I mean, I’m on board; if everyone is ok with it, then I’m ok with it…I just want you y/n to be 100% sure that you're ok with having a..a… a baby with.. me… that would then give up completely to belong to Adri and me…” his face was forlorn, and his eyes pained. 

There was a very long silence as I thought more about the situation. I loved them so much and I would do anything for their happiness and her fate should have been mine. I would do this for her. 

 “I love you both so much, and although I am in shock about the ask, I'm not opposed to it; it’s just that I need time to make sure… I mean, I think we should all spend time thinking about making certain everyone is 100% on board.” 

After 3 months of intense family therapy, personal therapy, and visits to the doctor, we decided to do it. I didn’t want children ever, and the doctor had a point; since Adri and I are identical twins, any babies we had would be like each other's children anyway. We drafted legal, binding contracts that I would give over my rights to the child on the day the child was born. I was to give 3 attempts to be artificially inseminated, which is what they could afford. They also wanted to ensure I was compensated. I did not want to be compensated for doing this for my sister and her husband, but they insisted I be taken care of so that I did not have to work a lot while being pregnant and both the baby and I would be worry-free and stress-free. I found that logic is rational and within reason. Now was also the perfect time to start because I was not in a committed relationship then. 

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I was so fucking nervous. I didn't want to be here, yet at the same time, I carried a huge amount of guilt because the truth was I was too fucking thrilled to be here at this exact moment. I had fantasized about it far more times than I would like to admit, although it had been a while. I always did my best to keep the thoughts at bay, knowing just how fucked up it was to indulge in erotic thoughts of him. But he was fucking beautiful. His smile weakened my heart and soul. He was kind, sweet, intelligent, romantic, sexy and just fucking perfect. Tae Hyung, my sister's husband, was a fucking dream.

And here I am at an Airbnb rental, sitting in bed in his favorite color of lingerie, purple and crotchless, pussy shaved and dolled up to his tastes, all so that he could fuck me as much as possible over the next fucking 24 hours, ensuring it would stick. Who knew artificial insemination would fail. They wanted a baby so badly, a family to call their own, one I could give them. One that would have both their DNA because our DNA was identical.  I needed a drink, a joint, or anything that would calm my nerves. I loved my sister, but I’d be lying if I was not a little jealous of her and Tae Hyungs relationship, but I was not destructively jealous. I had come to terms with the past over 8 years ago. The cards had been dealt, and my sister got Tae Hyung, and they were absolutely perfect together and so very in love. And I was truly happy for them. If pain and pleasure can co-exist, so can happiness and longing. 

The Back Story

After 8 months, I was finally going to do it. I had a huge secret crush on the local barista guy who attended another high school than I did. I had never even told my sister because I had always felt he was out of my league and that keeping the crush to myself was better. I frequented the coffee shop where he worked two to three times a week.  I was the quiet, shy twin then, and my sister was the outgoing, confident one.  I was too late. The day I was ready to make my move and ask Tae Hyung to hang out and I was just too late. When I walked into the cafe that day, I saw her flirting and writing her phone number on his arm. It was a done deal. I stopped going to the cafe, and I gave him up. 

After two months, I returned from a summer volunteer program for rising seniors. It was a great escape, better than watching my sister and my crush fall in love. I had just arrived. I walked through our living room and into the kitchen to cook dinner for my sister because our parents were out of town for the week on my return.

“There you are. That was a fast shower…” I recognized that deep, warm voice from anywhere and my skin tingling, feeling his warm breath against my neck. I froze, feeling his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest; my ass aligned perfectly against his crotch; I could feel he had a semi-hard-on. I nearly melted into his touch until I felt his lips latch onto my neck, sucking.

“I can't get enough of you…” I spring into action, breaking his hold on me, turning to face him, shoving him away from me as hard as I could.

“What the hell Adri!..what’s with you, we literally nearly fucked on your couch….?” His eyes angry as he recovered from his back making contact with the wall knocking down a kitchen decoration. Wow, I really pushed him hard. 

“I– I– I’m so sorry, I just— I’m not Adri….” I covered my mouth in utter mortification at what happened. I ran past him jogging up the stairs to my room slamming the door shut and locking it. 

“Adri, what is going on…I’m sorry, please just talk to me…” I heard the sounds of his feet running up the stairs. 

“What is going on Tae?”I heard my sister's voice.

“What the hell? Adri? I was just talking with you downstairs, and you were fully dressed; now you're in a towel?” I could hear the panic and confusion in his voice. It was almost humorous.

“Tae! Oh my god! (laughter) My sister! She is home today. I forgot (laughter). Did you think she was me! That happens all the time when we are identical twins…”. I could hear my sister laughing, my heart clenching in my chest.

“Oh fuck…shit…” I heard Tae voice thick with guilt. 

“Baby, what’s wrong…

“Fuck…I thought she was you, no wonder she…wow… she is so strong…damn… I feel terrible…I’m sorry…”.

“What happened tae…?” I heard their steps descend and their voices fall away to whispers. I heard the front door open and close.

Then came the soft tapping on my room door. I open up to my sister standing there in a towel.

“So I hear you met my boyfriend….” I playful smile on her lips.

“So what do you think? He’s so fucking hot right? Who would have known that eye candy was working down the street from us at the local coffee shop!”

She walks in, sitting on my bed, telling me how they met and filling me in on their time together in the last two months. I knew that day in my room I had to let him go. It was no one’s fault but mine; I waited too long. It was also that day that I vowed I would never live in fear and I would take risks. 

Present Time:

Two hours had passed since Tae Hyung was supposed to arrive. I didn't dare text my sister. Maybe he had changed his mind. Hell, I wanted to run out of here every sound I heard, thinking that it was him coming into the room. It felt so wrong, treacherous, crazy what the three of us agreed to do. It felt insane; I was terrified I’d lose them both. Once we did this, there was no going back. Being their surrogate was one thing, but fucking my sister's husband, fucking the one who got away, was a whole other thing. Maybe I should have told her, told her he was the one that got away; perhaps we should have told the family therapist our plan; hell, I should have told my therapist. I should have told my therapist what was being asked of me, that the insemination did not work, and that my sister wanted me to fuck her husband. But she didn’t want us to talk to anyone; she didn't want us to be influenced by people who “just won't understand us''.” Another two hours passed; maybe he was not coming, or they both changed their minds. Any sane person would say that is the best option; they should just adopt or find another surrogate, for fuck sake. 

Then I heard the door open. I clutched my robe more tightly, and he was here. I didn't know what to do with myself; I had already ordered room service because I was hungry and needed to eat my emotions. My sister did not want Tae Hyung or me to drink alcohol or any type of prescription drugs or drugs to make sure “the conception is free of any toxins.” But I needed something to help me relax. I stood at the bedroom door, hearing rustling, the fridge opening, what sounded like ice. Another 15 minutes passed, and I couldn't take it anymore. I took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked into the living clutching my rob tightly at my best to ensure that I had no cleavage showing. As I rounded the corner, I saw him sitting motionless, in sweats and a white t-shirt he waves tousled. I watched him bring a glass of caramel-colored liquid to his mouth. I knew it was whiskey on the rocks, his favorite. I strolled towards the adjacent couch, sitting quietly, not making eye contact. What could I say honestly? I had nothing to say other than listen to my heart pounding in my chest. 

“Do you want a drink?” His deep voice breaking the silence but sounding so emotionless, so unlike him. 

“Sure– I’-ll have whatever you are having…”, I answered, still not looking at him. 

“I brought your favorites, do you want mojito flavor or mango?” He asked, walking into the kitchen.

“Thank you - that was thoughtful. We are not supposed to drink right? So I’ll just have a little”, my words are soft and low, I barely recognize my own voice. 

“Y/N, I have already been drinking, and I don’t give a fuck what Adri say’s about this, she doesn;t understand…” His voice was agitated but I knew his tone was not meant to hurt me or directed at me. I chuckled out of nervousness and his whole, “fuck what she said” response. 

“In that case I’ll start with a mojito —-”. I smile, enjoying  a little bit of light heartedness in the moment. It’s when he returned with my drink that I saw it in his eyes. A similar look that must mirror his. Lost, scared and shocked and I saw that his eyes were slightly glazed over. He must have had several drinks before he made it here. And when he handed me his drink I smelled him his amazing cologne and weed, not a bad combo. 

“Sorry I was late, I wanted to make sure I was in the right head space…and I wanted to fuck my wife one last time before anything happens….before….fuck….”. I watched him place his head in his hands. I couldn't help but move to his side, my body standing and then kneeling in front of him, reaching for his hands, pulling gently away, and bringing his head up to my eye level by tilting his chin. His eyes remained closed, my hands cupping his cheeks. I could feel him lean into my touch, tears streaming down his cheeks. 

“Hey…we are going to get through this together, and it will all be worth it in the end. You and Adri will have a beautiful baby…you’ll get the start of the family you always wanted together…”. 

“That’s exactly what she told me, y/n…god you guys are so much alike….”. He finally opened his eyes, leaning away from me and wiping his tears looking at the ceiling.

“Ok. Let's do this.” I couldn’t help but provide a tight lip smile at the sound of such a transaction. It was raw and painful, and somehow, I felt like I was selling myself at someone else's expense. Then they were this boiling-up anticipation of what I had fantasized about him fucking me relentlessly, and then there was the heavy feeling of guilt and wrongness. I just couldn't get it out of my head. It was so wrong. So So fucking wrong. I followed him to the master bedroom, still clutching my robe and drink. He walked in front of my drink in his hand and bag in the other. 

After laying his bag down he pulls a vape from his pocket, turning it on and handing it to me.

“It will vibrate when it's ready. I grabbed it with my hand, my robe falling open at the top, exposing the swell of my breast, overflowing the purple babydoll bralet. I watched his eyes fall to my chest; I couldn't conceal my rapid breathing, causing my breast to heave up and down. I go to quickly close the top of my robe.

“Don’t. Just leave it like that… Please…”

I nod in silence, feeling the vape vibrate in my hand, raising it to my lips and taking a hit. He watches me. His eyes flicker from my mouth to my breast and back again as he takes large drinks of his whiskey on the rocks. My eyes fell from his eyes to his lips and then to his neck, watching his Adam’s apple bob and the veins in his hands flex at how hard he must be holding that whiskey glass. 

There we were, frozen in time, both knowing what needed to happen, terrified to move.

****************** Part 2 coming soon! What do you think?

Master List

[kk095]

The Drive By

Adriana Torrez was a 22 year old Latina with a fiery, outgoing personality. She stood at 5’2 with a pleasantly plump build, had dark curly hair, brown eyes, a naturally tan complexion, and colorful tattoo sleeves up and down both arms. Adriana was always a little rebellious and had the tendency to hang out with a rougher crowd.

A few nights ago, Adriana was hanging out at a friend’s apartment with a few people. It was her, her friend Crystal, a guy Diego who was a drug dealer in the neighborhood, and a guy Jay who’s gang affiliated. The group was just hanging out in the living room of the first floor apartment drinking, smoking weed, and listening to music. Out the living room window, a black SUV pulls up, kind of idling in front of the apartment. “who the hell’s that?” crystal asks. Suddenly, the back passenger side window of the SUV lowers, and out is an Uzi sub machine gun. The gunman sprays a few quick bursts into the apartment through the living room window. Diego is struck twice in the head before he even has a chance to react, dropping dead to the floor. Adriana unfortunately gets caught up in the crossfire, being struck twice in the chest, and once in the left shoulder, collapsing to the floor bleeding profusely. Jay pulls his gun from a drawer in the living room table and heads outside attempting to confront the shooter, but the SUV had already sped off into the night. “oh my God, oh my God! Adriana?!” crystal shouted, on the verge of tears. Adriana laid on the floor, gurgling on her own blood while bleeding out. Adriana had a terrified look in her eyes, but couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. “jay! We gotta call 911!” crystal shouted in a panicked tone. “no no no, fuck that. I got weed and guns in here. I don’t want the cops coming!” Jay protested. “her and Diego got fuckin shot! Come on bro!” crystal cried out. “naw, fuck this shit. I’m outta here.” Jay said, grabbing his car keys and heading out the door, heading to God knows where. Crystal decided to call 911 on her cell phone once Jay left.

“911, what is your emergency?” a female dispatcher’s voice asked. “Help! Help! There’s been a shooting at my friend’s apartment! You gotta hurry!!!” crystal shouted into the phone, practically on the verge of tears. “what is the location of your emergency?” the dispatcher asks in response. “I don’t know! It’s the apartment complex off conway boulevard near the liquor store. You gotta hurry! My friend’s dying!” crystal yelled into the phone, sobbing at this point. “alright ma’am, I have police and EMS en route. Please remain on the line for me.” The 911 operator replied.

In a few minutes, officer Natalie was first on scene. She entered the residence with her gun drawn. “hey! Over here! Help!!!” crystal shouted. Natalie put her gun back in her holster and headed over. “I have 2 victims. One deceased male Hispanic, early 20s, one Hispanic female early 20s, multiple gsw’s. Requesting EMS and homicide on scene.” Natalie said into her radio. “10-4. EMS is already en route. We’ll reach out to homicide.” A male voice on the radio replied to officer Natalie. “hi sweetie, I’m officer Natalie. Can you tell me who did this?” Natalie asks Adriana. The terrified girl gurgles on her own blood, spitting some up, with tears rolling down her face. “I… I don’t know. There was a black truck outside…” Adriana replied to officer Natalie. “great job sweetie, that’s really helpful. Do you know whose truck it is? Have you seen it before?” Natalie replied, holding the mortally wounded young lady’s hand. “I don’t know… I’m so scared…” Adriana replied, squeezing the officer’s hand tightly. “it’s ok sweetie, I have help on the way. The ambulance is gonna be here soon.” Officer Natalie says, trying to keep the girl calm. “What’s your name hunny?” Natalie asks the girl, trying to keep her calm. “adriana…” she replies. “I’m Natalie. I wish we met under different circumstances sweetie.” Natalie says back to the young lady, still holding her hand.

Finally, medics Tracy and Stephanie show up. “whoa, what happened here?” Stephanie asks, looking at the hectic scene. “drive by shooting. Guy over there didn’t make it, coroner and homicide are coming. But this is Adriana. She got hit a couple times and needs some attention.” Officer Natalie tells the two medics. “pleaee… don’t go anywhere… I’m scared…” Adriana says to officer Natalie. “it’s gonna be ok, I’m not gonna go anywhere.” The cop tells Adriana. “is she gonna be ok?!” crystal shouts, standing in the background. “she’s in good hands. I’m sure they’ve seen worse before.” Officer Natalie replies.

Tracy and Stephanie snip off Adriana’s top and bra, examining the bullet trajectory. “all 3 rounds have entry and exit wounds. Went clean through her.” Medic Tracy says. “yeah, tons of blood loss. Let’s get an IV set up and get her going on fluids and pain meds.” Medic Stephanie replied. With that said, IVs were set up in both arms, with fluid resuscitation commencing immediately, along with a dose of pain meds. Tracy stuck some EKG electrodes onto Adriana’s bare, blood soaked chest and set up the heart monitor while Stephanie removed Adriana’s pants, socks, and pair of Jordans she was wearing. “vitals unstable. BP 60/palp, heart rate’s 140, O2 saturation 91%. We gotta get her to the ER ASAP.” Tracy said. Tracy and Stephanie got Adriana onto a gurney, and brought her out of the living room, wheeling her into the ambulance nearby. Officer Natalie was allowed to come into the ambulance with Adriana since homicide and the coroner’s office arrived on scene to begin their investigation, talk to crystal, and take Diego’s body.

The heart monitors beeped loud and fast during the ambulance ride, with no sign of improvement in Adriana’s vital signs. “natalie… am I gonna die?...” Adriana asked the cop, tears running down her face. “it’s all gonna be ok, I promise.” Natalie replied calmly, trying to reassure the girl. “it hurts so much…” Adriana replied, spitting up more blood. “I know sweetie. It’s all gonna be ok.” Natalie replies, holding the girls hand, while stroking her hair with the other hand.

Adriana remained conscious the entire way to the hospital, and was wheeled into the trauma bay where Dr Lindsay, Dr Jose, nurse Nancy, and nurse Heather waited. “22 year old female, multiple GSWs to the chest and shoulder. Hypotensive, tachy, started fluids on scene.” Medic Tracy summarized to the trauma team. “ok thank you, let’s transfer her on my count. 1..23!” Dr Lindsay ordered. Adriana was now on the trauma room table underneath the large, bright overhead light. Officer Natalie and the two medics were asked to wait behind the yellow line in the trauma room so the doctors and nurses could have space to work. “natalie?... You there?...” a terrified Adriana asked. “I’m just over here. They want me to wait here while they work, ok?” the cop replies.

“Diminished breath sounds left side.” Dr Jose calls out after listening to Adriana’s heart and lungs with his steth. “alright, she probably needs a chest tube. Let’s get that set up. And let’s get her started on the MTP. 4 units packed RBCs unmatched, 2 of platelets, 2 of plasma.” Dr Lindsay barked out, taking charge of the stressful situation. “doctor… am I gonna die?...” a terrified Adriana asks Dr Lindsay. “you’re in good hands, ok?” Lindsay replied, not exactly reassuring the young lady. Jose begins placing the chest tube on the left side. Adriana yelps at the top of her lungs, several octaves above her normal speaking voice, feeling the scalpel’s every move, and the large plastic tube being jammed into such a small space. Blood shot out of the chest tube and onto Dr Jose’s trauma gown. Her oxygen saturation improved, but her vitals did not. “please… I’m so scared… I don’t wanna die…” Adriana begged the trauma team after the brutal, painful procedure was finished up.

Not too long after the chest tube was placed, Adriana began to deteriorate rapidly. She spit up more blood, and her eyes started to roll back into her head. “adriana? Stay with us hun.” Nurse Nancy said, doing a sternal rub. Adriana groaned, her eyes opening slightly in response as she fought with everything she had left to remain conscious. Adriana’s eyes were open slightly, letting out a calm exhale followed by a bit of blood before fading away. “I lost a pulse.” Nurse Heather called out, her blue eyes trained on the heart monitor to confirm. “starting compressions.” Nurse Nancy stated to the team. The veteran nurse delivered deep, strong, forceful compressions while nurse Heather grabbed an intubation tray. Officer Natalie was still watching behind the yellow line in the trauma room, absolutely sick to her stomach watching the young lady receive cpr. With CPR ongoing, Heather begins sliding the ET tube into Adriana’s airway while her head bobbed and lolled a bit, making it a bit of a moving target. Heather had to really concentrate, which was easier said than done in the chaotic situation of monitors chirping, CPR ongoing, and people shouting. Finally, Heather gets the tube in, and secures it with a blue tube holder. “I’m in!” she says confidently, then starts ambu bagging. PEA was on the monitors, so epi and atropine were injected intravenously in an attempt to obtain a shockable rhythm. Adriana’s eyes remained half open, staring blankly off to the room as her bare, busty chest is rocked with harsh compressions.

Several minutes of unsuccessful resuscitation efforts and another dose of meds are pushed, but PEA persisted. “thoracotomy tray. I’m gonna open her up.” Dr Lindsay called out decisively. Betadine was squirted into Adriana’s bare chest, with an incision being made no more than a second after the brownish-orange liquid hit her skin. Dr Lindsay made a quick, crude incision in the 5th intercostal space starting just shy of the sternum. The cut was extended laterally across her chest, underneath her large, plump breast, and ending just shy of her left armpit. In the coming moments, Dr Lindsay did her thing and cracked Adriana’s chest wide open.

There was a large rush of blood that exited the incision area upon entry to the chest cavity. The area was suctioned out multiple times, and a vascular clamp was placed on the descending aorta near the girl’s diaphragm. Lindsay performed a quick pericardiotomy and relieved a massive cardiac tamponade with clots that were able to be suctioned out. At that point, Adriana’s heart began to fibrillate. The internal paddles were charged to 20, lowered into her chest, and a shock was delivered. A dull, wet thump was heard. From Natalie and the medics’ position, you could see Adriana’s toes curl, showing off the deep, thick, soft wrinkles throughout the soles of her size 7 feet. “Nothing. Charging to 30.” Dr Lindsay called out. The electric whining of the paddles charging could be heard, followed by a wet ka-thunk. “no change, charging again to 30.” Dr Lindsay called out, eyes trained on the heart monitor for a moment. The large, spoon shaped paddles were lowered back into Adriana’s chest around her twitching heart, and a shock was delivered. Her torso jolted a bit and her large, d cup breasts jiggled for a moment. “still nothing. Let’s hit her again at 40.” Dr Lindsay called out, shaking her head. The paddles were lowered back in, and a shock was delivered. Adriana’s torso twitched sharply in response to the dose of electricity, while her eyes remained half open, staring upwards in an expressionless gaze. Dr Lindsay reached her hands back into Adriana’s chest, firmly wrapped her hands around the dying girl’s heart, and began vigorously massaging it. Another dose of meds were injected intravenously, hoping to stimulate cardiac activity.

A few cycles of internal massage and meds failed to restore spontaneous circulation, so the internal paddles were recharged and called for once again. The blood soaked paddles were lowered back in, and another shock was delivered. “no change. Shocking again at 40.” Lindsay called out, lowering the paddles back in as the electric whining sound was heard. The same dull, wet thump was heard, but the high pitched droning of the monitors going flat was heard almost instantaneously after the shock. Lindsay looked down and saw the girls heart sitting completely motionless and still inside her chest. “pupils fixed and dilated.” Dr Jose added, shining a pen light into Adriana’s eyes. Lindsay sighed, “she’s gone. Time of death, 1:36am.”

The ambu bag was detached from the ET tube and the flatlined monitors were shut off. Nurse Nancy gently shut Adriana’s eyes for the final time. “no! She’s young! Come on, shock her again!” officer Natalie shouts at the team, on the verge of tears. “nat…come on…” medic Stephanie says discretely, putting her hand on the cop’s shoulder. “she can’t be gone! She was talking to me on the way over!” Natalie cried out, trying to plead with Lindsay. “I’m sorry Natalie, but she’s gone. We did the best we could, but she lost so much blood in such a short timespan.” Lindsay replied, trying to be sympathetic towards the upset cop. “then give her more blood! Do something!” Natalie yelled, tears rolling down her face. “nat, I’m sorry. We all did our best.” Lindsay replied. Natalie collapses to the ground and cries “no…”

The drive by shooting of Diego Ortega and Adriana Torrez is still under investigation. Detectives still don’t have any leads on the whereabouts of the black SUV, or the location of Jay. If you have any information critical to this case, please reach out to the authorities. We also would like to keep the family and friends of the victims in our thoughts and prayers in this difficult time.

[luvly-writer]

“Lovely as you are”

Part 20: Forgiveness? Can you imagine

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Damian Wayne x Latina! Reader

Social Media Au

Warnings: sexual themes (not explicit)

Series: finalized

Author’s note: There will be writting between pictures.

Series Masterlist:

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you are nervous AS FUCK

Scratch that

nervous is an understatement

both of you have made mistakes in the past but none were like this

you were leaning against the counter deep in thought when you hear a knock on the door

“ILL GET IT!” Rosie run to the door, she had her bag in hand. she opened the door, looked at damian in the eye and said “Good to see you and good luck, BYE!”

just like that, she left

Damian crossed the door and closed it. He leaned back on the chair and looked back at you

and he looked damn good

hair neatly combed

eyes shining that beautiful green

he wore a long button up, with the first four buttons open, and the sleeves rolled up

a pair of black jeans and some nice black shoes

how did he manage to look so good and just be standing there

the silence was a little tense

both of you opened your mouths to speak but seeing as the other did the same, closed them

“i hope you’re hungry..i made a little something for you”

he looked at you and at the food displayed in the table

“Did you?”

“yeah, in Puerto Rico” you take a gulp, damn you’re nervous of seeing his reaction, “we show our love through our food, and so while i was there, i asked my grandmother to teach me a few things so that i could…well….show you”

oh now you were sweating

you couldn’t bare to look at his face so you opted for looking at your hands

“you shared a piece of your culture with me, when you cooked for me, so I wanted to do the same. I know we aren’t in the best of places but I hoped this dinner could help us talk it out and maybe get somewhere.”

you feel your eyes sting, you know you want to cry but you are going to hold it

“i am so so so so sorry. That day, i got a bit overwhelmed by everything that happened, the man and the assault, you dropping down and knocking him out, how you came quickly and asked if i was okay, finding out about your alter ego, and everything but even if i was overwhelmed, i am sorry i shouldn’t have screamed at you, and i shouldn’t have over reacted or blocked you and i should have let you explain and tell me at your own time and-“

by now you felt your chest tight

“During the trip, i thought about everything and got in perspective about how selfish i was being and i wasn’t thinking of you and”

there goes the water works

“i-i-i am so sorry damian”

before you get the chance to look up, you feel one of his hands pull you to him and the other go behind you head

“shhh shhh beloved calm down, look at me”

you look up and see him staring at you with such tenderness that you almost start to cry again

“we were both at fault here, don’t be so hard on yourself, and even more, don’t invalidate your own feelings just because of mine. How you feel is just as important to how i feel. “

he wipes you tears with his thumbs and kissed your forehead

“Thank you for apologizing my dove, i appreciate. Now for the other thing, I hope you understand that a secret like that is nothing easy to keep. It wasn’t just my secret, it involves my entire family. It wasn’t that i didn’t trust you, it was something above that. What we do is not-“

he tilted his head looking up thinking of how to say it

“necessarily the most domestic and safe?”

you let out a small laugh at his explanation

“so by placing such secret at your hand, i would also be putting you in danger and that is the last thing i’d like to do. I also apologize if me keeping that and making excuses and lies seemed like i didn’t want you to be part of my life, on the other hand, you, my beloved, are the owner of my heart and soul”

he takes you hand and places it on his chest above his heart

“it beats for you, soulmate link or not”

he takes your other hand and kisses the inside of your wrist

“now, it is unavoidable that you have many questions and i am willing to answer them all. At the same time, my mouth is salivating with the smell of that food and so why don’t we eat before it goes cold”

you let out a smile and kiss his cheek

“well if you insist”

he sits at the table and you bring the rest of the food that was by the stove

“okay so this is one of Puerto Rico’s traditional food, mofongo. It is done with plantain and usual lit is served with steak or shrimp, seeing as you don’t eat meat, i made it with shrip”

he smiles at you, seeing as you remembered that about him

“we also have, coquito con ron, which has alcohol so please don’t drink too much. It is a drink we normally have during the Christmas season and it is made with coconut cream and milk, vanilla, rum and spices. if you don’t like it you can have some water if you’d like. My grandmother also taught me how to do her very special fruit punch, if that interests you as well”

and just like he always did with you, Damian relaxed, smiled and laughed

oh how he fkn missed your presence

“this looks amazing, beloved”

you both started to eat

Damian was absolutely fascinated with the food and claimed that he would be going with you during the summer to visit your family and homeland so that he could see (more like taste) more of your culture

you asked questions about his alter ego and he was willing to open up about the majority of things

he told you of his childhood, how he came to Gotham, how he was before and how much his family have helped him grow into who he is now, he told you of the many adventures he had gone in with jon and his brothers, and of all the trouble they cause poor bruce

he had you laughing and almost crying with everything that had happened to him

he had expressed that there were some things that were too heavy to express at the moment (cough cough ras and how traumatized the poor boy iS” but he also assured that in time, he would open up about everything

dinner was done and you had one last surprise for him

“as for desert, we have a few typical deserts that are very popular in Puerto Rico, these are flan and tres leche”

Damian tried them and once again assured the he WAS going to visit Puerto Rico with you in the summer

he helped you clean the dishes and you finally settled in the sofa, cuddling in a comfortable silence

“Damian?”

“yes, love”

you sit up looking at him

“we’re good right?”

he looked at you tenderly and brushed a hair out of your face, leaving his hand under your chin and pulling it towards him

he gave you a small peck and rubbed his nose against yours (like and esquimo kiss)

“of course, dove, all is forgiven”

he pulled you on top of him, so you were seated on his lap

on hand on your waist and the other, stayed in your chin

“you know, i wasn’t gonna give up that easily”

“what do you mean?”

he starts to pepper your face with kisses and then moves to your neck

“you are my soulmate after all” his grip on your waist tighten a little, not too much to hurt you

“whatever made you think a small misunderstanding would keep me away from you is completely incorrect”

you closed your eyes and leaned you head back

he kept on kissing your neck and speaking between kisses

“my heart has belonged to you ever since the moment you gave me nothing but sass when we met”

your hands went up to his hair and started tugging, slightly and only slightly grinding your hips to his

“plus-“ he gently grabs your face and makes you look at him

the look in his eyes was sharp, lust and love filled, with a bit of mischief in it

“whatever I want, I get and your heart , ya eazizaa, was going to be mine. Didn’t matter how much I would have to beg or grovel. I am completely and absolutely enthralled by you and nothing and no one will change that”

with that, he placed his lips on yours

the kiss had you dizzy

it had the right amount of passion, love, sensuality, and desire

his hand left your face and joined the other at holding your hips

he pushed you to him, then placed them on your thighs and stood up, making sure to hold you close and not let you fall

he walked to your room, still kissing you (let him be, he hAS BEEN DYING TO KISS YOU)

closed the door with his foot and laid you down on your bed

he hovered over you and you start to try to unbutton his shirt but he holds your hands by the wrist and stops kissing you

he places his forehead on your, breathing heavily

“are you sure you want to do this?” he whispers while nuzzling his face in your neck

you look at his eyes, those beautiful green eye, turned dark green with lust

you nod, “yes, absolutely yes” you answer breathlessly

he starts to kiss your lips again and then goes down to your neck

as you arch you back a little he starts to lower the zipper of your dress

he slips it off and allows you to take his shirt off

he starts to kiss down, growing from your collarbone downwards

“my my, dove, you are truly beautiful”

————cut cause i can’t write smut for shit—————

<3

[diavolaangelica]

“distinctly beautiful” by Carlos Andrés Gómez

"On my wall it sits and taunts my arrogance a mirror that most unforgiving of gods it holds answers no one wants to see a bellowing, righteous haunt I carry it that blasphemy of judgment in my eyes as I teach little girls that crave to be women think it’s all breasts and hips and catcall I try to fight a tide stronger than faith almost patronize them tell them they are “strong young women” to write “distinctly beautiful” at the top of each page or 24 times down the left-hand column if I’ve got them for 2 hours try to coerce them into searching for something they've recently lost and I wish I could carve “distinctly beautiful” into my lovers’ torsos stain their lower backs and thighs I wonder: where does this self-hate come from? who is to blame? angry at every man that has come before me and those that continue to arrive: that tear off blouses with knife-sharp gawks rape the freedom out of a summer dress with the bloody mattress of suggestive smile that pitch the billboard ads that write those textbook passages and now we’re icing women’s nipples “for artistic purposes” it’s fashionable for her to sag her jeans so they’ll be easier to take off before I fuck her and my little sister’s Barbie doll might as well be her God translated as human: 7 feet tall a 39 inch bust DD cup breasts an 18 inch waist and 33 inch hips on 5 foot long legs as stilts in size 4 feet that can’t balance her anorexic, impossible 95 pounds the perfect 39-18-33 Mattel hourglass – built to steal each woman’s virginity before she even knows what sex is and I’m disgusted at middle-aged men that pant with their pupils yet I’ll still notice a married woman’s nipples through her sheer top on the subway across from me stare at her thong when she bends over I might as well have been the teacher that taught these little girls to give up trained that shy, adolescent Latina to look Lolita-esque with pigtails in study hall and swallow lollipops like dicks with high-gloss lipstick to show off that she has dick-sucking lips too and I’m her teacher responsible for showing her how to express herself and grow up she might as well be my nine year-old sister, Maya or my first daughter a ghost with no self-esteem she’s just focused on impressing that Senior in the 3rd row popping bubble gum above a first line I told her to write just beneath her chin that says, “I am distinctly beautiful because…” left there almost haphazard atop the quivering blankness of her empty page that white canvas just another unholy mirror that swallows her fragile obsidian eyes and refuses to recognize her." “distinctly beautiful” by Carlos Andrés Gómez.

[siampie]

You made me ugly cry. I'm so happy how this "fix it" story turned out to be. I have so many thoughts. And I just...I just love you. Thank you for this.

Brace yourself, because this is going to be a long one, sorry!

“I’m gonna give you the biggest gift of your fucking life,” Dean growls. “Don’t let me see your face again, you hear me? Or it’s on sight.” 

YES!! You let him know, Dean-O. I know why he didn't but damn, if this isn't making me hot and steamy for Dean Winchester, I don't know what will.

Your hand moves down to grab his. “I love you,” you tell him. Sam has become your brother too, in every way that counts. He knows it, just as he knows that you’re the sister he never thought he’d have. He squeezes your hand back and fights the emotions clogging his throat, making it tighten.  “I love you too,” he says. “Just…just hold on.” God knows you’re trying your best.

We didn't see much of their relationship in the series, bits and pieces here and there. But I love this so much. Sam being close to his brother's girlfriend or even Dean being close to Eileen, just does things to my little heart. I love healthy relationships. But what I love most about this is that Sam loves my latina girl, because she is good for Dean. And Dean loves Eileen because she is good for Sam. And I am still mad that we didn't get more of this in the show. Missed opportunities, writers.

“I can’t,” Jack says. He looks apologetic, even in conflict with himself. “I told you, I’m hands-off.” “Hands-off, my ass!” Dean snaps. “You have all the power in the world, and no good reason not to help her!” [...] “Before you were…this,” Dean says, gesturing at his “godly” form, “you were family. Part of our family. And family’s what matters. Matter of fact, she looked out for you, protected you, treated you like a little brother.”

EXACTLY!! You cannot tell me that after they raised the literal new GOD, that he wouldn't pop up to save Dean one last time. You're just gonna let a rebar, A REBAR, take the most feared hunter out! Jack would never!

And I know covid restrictions didn't allow for much. But cut to black, and back to the Bunker with Dean and Miracle walking down the stairs while Sam is packing would have been enough. We didn't ask for much, just a happy ending for both brothers would have been great. Not just one of them. Knowing that originally, if they had followed Kripke's plans and ended on season 5, Dean would have survived the whole thing.

Can you tell I'm still mad about this?

His panic grows as he watches your heart rate fall lower, and lower. Tears finally sting at his eyes. His lips tremble.  “Come on, sweetheart. Stay with me,” he says, rubbing your hand between both of his. He lowers down to rest a hand on your head, and he presses a kiss above your brow. “We’ll do it all, you understand me. I’ll build the damn cabin myself if I have to. Three bedrooms. Hell, make it five. We’ll get so damn busy, you’re gonna get sick of me.” And if you were awake, you’d know exactly what kind of busy he’s talking about. You know him so well. Besides Sam, there’s no one else in the world left to know him like you do. And your voice, your touch, the way you make him coffee with a double hit of espresso, the way you cook for him and Sam because you love to feed them. The way that, even when you’re fighting with Dean, frustrating him beyond belief, you never stop protecting him, as much as he tries to do for you. You’re his, in every way. It scares him like hell, what he might become without you.

I know it's a big chunk, but this part made me cry so hard. I felt his desperation, the way he clung to her. Begging her to stay with him. My heart broke and for a minute, I thought this is it. This is the end.

And then...Jack swooped in and did the right thing. And I was able to breathe again.

Never been happier.

I'm so sorry for this long rant. But this is me saying I love that Fanfictions exist truly. Because writers on our favorite TV SHOWS tend to fuck it up, and more often than not destroys our beloved characters. So, truly thank you for this story.

I truly didn't expect this when I suggested the idea of Dean finding and dealing with our curvy latina getting pregnant, but I'm glad I got this wonderful piece.

And yes, I hope you go back to them from time to time. Because I truly love them two.

Dream With Me - Part 3

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Plus-sized!Reader (Latina)

Summary: When your asshole ex-boyfriend calls for help on a case, you have a tough decision to make. But Dean isn’t going to let you do anything alone. AKA: The last hunt you, Sam, and Dean will ever go on together.

AN: I decided to release Part 3 a bit earlier! Now, *deep breaths* here we go, friends…

(If you missed it: Read Part 1 || Read Part 2)

Word Count: 4.5K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, and a tinge of spice.~

☕ Midnight Espresso Masterlist

Part 3: “What Is Deserved”

Dean’s heartbeat pounds in his ears.

By the time the four of you reach the Impala, you’re in a cold sweat, pale, and barely conscious. Dean unlocks the car and carefully seats you on one side of the backseat, while Sam hurries to the other side. He then helps guide you in as Dean maneuvers you into laying across the backseat. Sam’s going to stay with you for the ride to the hospital.

“Watch her head,” Dean warns, his tone sharp. 

“I got her,” Sam assures. He holds you securely against his chest, with your head tucked under his chin.

Dean lets out an unsteady breath. When he turns around, Carter’s standing too close, peering at you anxiously. 

“Get her to a hospital—” he starts to say, but Dean’s blood-stained fist cuts off his words, cracking against his jaw.

Dean put all his strength into that one.

Carter cries out and goes down hard into the earthy ground. He groans, huffing dead leaves out of his face as he tries to push himself back up. He hears the sound of a gun’s safety cocking back. He looks up sharply and finds the barrel of Dean’s silver Colt.

Carter freezes where he lies. He’s wary, but not surprised. He wipes a trail of blood from the corner of his mouth from where he bit the inside of his cheek.  

In that moment, Dean wrestles with a decision—with a desire that burns hot in his veins…but he knows you don’t have the time the spare, even for this.

“I’m gonna give you the biggest gift of your fucking life,” Dean growls. “Don’t let me see your face again, you hear me? Or it’s on sight.” 

His thumb moves the safety back into place, and he stows away the gun. He ignores the other man’s subtle breath of relief. In fact, Dean doesn’t glance back even once as he hastens to the driver’s seat of his car. 

The Impala speeds off, leaving Carter lying on a dusty ground in the middle of nowhere. 

Trees and asphalt pass in a blur as Dean speeds down the narrow road. He uses the GPS on his phone to find the nearest hospital, several miles away. 

Your skin is clammy. You realize it when you grab onto Sam’s arm that he has secured around you. You feel the cold sweat on your palm and between your fingers. Sam looks down at you while trying to hide his concern.

“Sam,” you whisper. It’s a struggle to get out the words, but you fight for them. “I know I don’t need to tell you to watch out for your brother, but…”

“Hey,” Sam says. His voice is just as quiet, so the rumble of the Impala hopefully masks it. He glances up and sees Dean’s determined face through the rearview mirror. His attention is on the road ahead.

“You’re gonna be okay,” Sam says to you, gently. “I know it hurts. Just hold on.”

You give a short nod, but tears still sting at your eyes. They wet your lashes and eventually slip down your cheeks. 

Your hand moves down to grab his.

“I love you,” you tell him.

Sam has become your brother too, in every way that counts. He knows it, just as he knows that you’re the sister he never thought he’d have. He squeezes your hand back and fights the emotions clogging his throat, making it tighten. 

“I love you too,” he says. “Just…just hold on.”

God knows you’re trying your best.

Getting you to the hospital is just the first challenge. 

Then it’s Dean having to let go of your hand, having to let the medical staff take you away from him on a gurney, rolling you down the hall and past a wall of doors he can’t follow. 

Dean stands in the middle of the Emergency Room hallway half-covered in your blood. He feels at a loss, in a way that reminds him of a day just like this. It reminds him of Lisa.

They were gunning for you. Of course, it’s your fucking fault.

Yeah, that’s familiar territory too. It reminds him of every reason he hesitated to start anything with you in the first place.

Dean’s jaw locks, teeth clenched, and there’s a well of unrest inside him that’s never going to be calm.

Then Sam is there at his side. He lays a supportive hand on Dean’s back and guides him towards the waiting room.

And it’s an incredible wait. 

Hours in the making, where Dean sits in an uncomfortable chair with a half-inch cushion after trying to clean himself up in the bathroom. He holds his head in his hands. 

He’s had more than a few what the fuck moments in his life, but this just doesn’t feel real. 

This time, there’s no Cas to swoop in and heal you. There’s no Rowena with a spell, and Jack…

Dean’s been praying ever since he carried you out of that barn, but Jack’s not answering. Dean frowns, and in his frustration, he grunts and pushes off his knees to stand. He begins to pace without truly realizing it. 

Sam watches his brother with both sympathy and pain. 

“They’re taking fucking forever,” Dean grouses. “We should’ve heard something by now. I’m gonna find somebody, get an update.”

Sam sighs. “Dean—”

But he knows it’s no use. He watches his brother go to flag down a nurse. She nods patiently, but Sam overhears her give Dean the same answer he heard the first two times he asked about you.

“The doctor will come down to update you once she’s out of surgery.” 

Dean’s frustration is visibly mounting when he paces back into the waiting room. Sam once again tries to give him a supportive word, but Dean just shakes his head and sinks heavily into the seat next to his brother.

He holds a fist over his mouth, for a long moment, just staring at a thin crack in the beige tile floor. Behind his eyes, the entire scene plays out again. Finding you in the barn, freeing you, thinking to himself that he could finally breathe, knowing he’d keep you safe. 

And then, the way you’d saved him, throwing yourself at that vampire. Dean fighting tooth and nail afterward, and still, finding you unable to raise yourself off the rusty metal blade lodged into your body. 

Dean’s face tightens grimly while he digs the heels of his hands into his eyes. Sam’s heavy grip falls on his shoulder, squeezing in silent support and commiseration. Dean can’t really allow himself to be comforted. All he feels is a deep pit of turmoil. And guilt. 

“She didn’t, uh…she didn’t want this,” Dean says. He looks down at his hands now hanging in his lap.

Sam tilts his head, taking in a deep breath. “Carter tricked her. He knew what would get her out here, and us.”

Dean shakes his head. “No. I mean she didn’t want to do this anymore.”

He meets his brother’s now confused gaze.

“She wants to quit the life,” Dean says. “Been talking about…retiring. The house, the white fence, a friggin’ yard for the dog, the…the 2.5 kids. Apple Pie Central.”

Sam raises his brows, especially at the mention of kids. His lips twitch at the thought. He realizes then that he wants that for his brother. Even though the look on Dean’s face has Sam dimming.

“What did you say to that?” Sam asks. 

Dean’s sigh is heavy. He rubs between his eyes, at the mounting ache there. 

“I’m the Job, Sam. Clearly I’m only good at one fucking thing, and it’s slicing throats,” he says. “I couldn’t even protect her. Not with Chuck. And not now.”

Sam’s brows draw together, disheartened.

“Dean…”

“It’s true, Sam,” Dean replies. “And I’ve tried. I’ve tried that retirement shit before. You remember what happened there, right?”

Sam’s lips purse, and he shakes his head.

“It’s different now. Chuck is gone, Dean. We made that happen—”

He’s using your argument without knowing, almost verbatim. Somehow, it twists the knife deeper into Dean’s heart.

“And what about the rest of the monsters, huh?” he says hotly. “Do we just take a sabbatical on all the evil sons of bitches still left out there?”

“We’re not the only two hunters in the world, Dean,” Sam replies. “There’s always going to be another hunt, and another hunter to take it on. If you wanted to get out, I would understand.”

Dean looks at his brother harder then. He knows that Sam has been seeing Eileen more seriously for the past couple of months. After a snap of Jack’s fingers brought the world back to equilibrium, the two had found one another again. 

Dean starts to wonder if Sam has started thinking thoughts of retirement too—of a life beyond hunting.

“But besides all that,” Sam continues. He grips Dean’s shoulder. “You really think hunting is all there is to you?”

Dean’s gaze falls, again down to his empty hands. By now, he’s scrubbed them clean of your blood until his skin felt raw. 

He doesn’t have an answer for Sam, but he’ll be damned if he loses you like this. 

Dean gets up abruptly, somewhat startling his brother. 

“Need some coffee,” he says. 

Dean leaves Sam in the waiting room to find a relatively quiet hallway. It’s late at night. He’s dirty as hell and hasn’t eaten or slept in damn near a day. He’s running on stubborn will and determination as his fists clench at his sides. He lifts his gaze heavenward.

All right, Jack. I know you’re hearin’ me. I need your half-angelic ass, right now. She needs you. So can you please just—

Suddenly, a nurse passing by him in the hall freezes where she stands. Dean jolts a bit, but when he turns his head, he finds Jack Kline standing there, in the same clothes he wore when he ascended into heaven. Some khakis, an off-white shirt, and a jacket Sam bought for him. 

“Hello, Dean,” Jack says, with a slight smile. 

Dean is relieved, but he’s also angry. “Damn it, man. What took you so long?”

“I’ve been…busy,” Jack says cryptically. 

Dean doesn’t really give two shits where the supercharged Nephilim has been.

“Okay, well, we need your help. She needs your help,” Dean says, pointing towards the doors that lead to the operating room. 

Jack nods, his eyes lowering.

“I know, Dean,” he says. “She’s in the veil right now.” 

Dean’s heart clenches. His entire body stills. 

“What?” he says.

Though he knows what Jack is saying. Dean’s been “in the veil” once or twice himself. It’s that in-between place. That limbo-like plane of existence for human souls, between life and the afterlife.

“Fix her,” Dean growls. “Fix her right now.”

“I can’t,” Jack says. He looks apologetic, even in conflict with himself. “I told you, I’m hands-off.”

“Hands-off, my ass!” Dean snaps. “You have all the power in the world, and no good reason not to help her!”

“Dean,” Jack tries, but the other man makes a cutting motion with his hand. He draws closer to Jack with intimidating steps, even though the Nephilim has no reason to fear him. 

“Before you were…this,” Dean says, gesturing at his “godly” form, “you were family. Part of our family. And family’s what matters. Matter of fact, she looked out for you, protected you, treated you like a little brother.”

Jack’s gaze falls toward his feet.

“After all we’ve been through, after what she’s been through, she don’t deserve this. Not from you,” Dean says. “Help her.”

When Jack looks up again, his face is still apologetic.

“Dean, it’s the natural order—”

“Screw the natural fucking order!” Dean shouts, pointing at Jack. “And screw you. Another dickless fucking coward trying to play God.”

Jack sighs. He turns, as if about to leave. It makes Dean realize, with a tremor of panic, that he’s about to lose maybe the only chance he has to save you. He rushes forward and grabs Jack’s arm over his jacket. 

“Hey, wait, wait. Look, Jack. Please,” he implores. He doesn’t realize that his eyes are red, and starting to shine. “Please. Come on, man. I won’t ask you for anything else as long as I live, and I’ll swear by that. But you’ve gotta save her.”

Jack gives Dean one last look of sadness. 

And he disappears. 

The world returns to full speed, with the nurse passing by Dean with a mere glance at him. He stares at her in disbelief. He realizes that he’s alone in the hallway. 

His fury grows, and it grows. It burns hot in his blood. 

It bubbles over and has him punching a hole straight into the wall, white paint and plaster giving way. He yanks out his aching hand and storms back towards the waiting room. 

There, he finds Sam standing with a doctor, who wears a look that tells Dean to brace himself. 

Dean stares at your face. It’s still much paler than usual. You lie in a hospital bed heavily sedated, where you’re hooked to an IV and a couple of different monitors. The right side of your neck is heavily bandaged, and the blankets (and your hospital gown) cover the many stitches and bandages that span your right side. 

“We’ve given her several liters of blood,” the doctor had said. “I’m going to be honest with you, we nearly lost her on the table, twice. She’s in a very delicate state, but we will monitor her for the next few days. If she gets through tonight, we’ll know if she’s still able to fight.”

Dean doesn’t even dare sit on the edge of your bed. Instead, he dragged a chair over to sit beside you. He’s gone from holding your hand gently, to just sitting in silence with the tumultuous darkness of his inner world. 

Sam sits in the slightly more comfortable recliner seat in the corner. He flips through one of Rowena’s books in search of something that can help you, but he’s scanned the same page several times now. Neither of them has said a word for two hours. 

“You hungry?” Sam asks. 

Dean shakes his head. “No.”

Sam isn’t either. In fact, he’s been battling nausea all night. He just doesn’t know what else to do, for you, or his brother.

“She doesn’t deserve this,” Dean says. It echoes the words he said to Jack. This time, they’re less heated, but no less filled with conviction.

Sam looks up from the book he’s not reading. Dean doesn’t look his way, but he knows he has his brother’s attention. Dean’s curled fist covers his mouth.

“She wanted out, and I said no,” he says.

Sam frowns, disheartened. “There’s…there’s still time, Dean.”

“She wants…kids,” Dean continues, almost as if Sam had never spoken. “She wants a family. Maybe to be the mom she didn’t get to have anywhere near long enough.”

Dean has always been able to relate to you there. He remembers the way you’ve talked about your mom, often with a lot of melancholy. But only now does he think he see the reasons why you want more. Only now does he realize what you were really asking from him when you talked about quitting the life.

“Yeah, she’d be a good mom,” Sam says, his lips almost forming a smile. Dean nods, but doesn’t reply. He’s thinking too much.

“And you, uh…you’d be a good dad,” Sam adds. He manages to smile at the thought. “You did it once for me. You can do it again.”

Dean tilts his head at that in consideration. It’s not that he doesn’t like kids. He does, and deep down, he’s always wanted the same things you do. This life had just pushed him to a point where he stopped allowing himself to dream.

Dean takes in a deep breath and tries to rub the exhaustion from his face. These thoughts don’t help him right now. They only torture him more.

An alarm suddenly trills, startling both Sam and Dean as their heads perk up. They scan your heart monitor, and it looks to be flagging from red to blue as the numbers fall lower and lower.   

Dean calls your name, but his movements are frantic in pressing the alarm button to call the nurses. Sam runs out of the room to actually find someone. Dean hears his voice shouting down the hall, but he’s too preoccupied with gripping your hand tight.

“Come on, baby. Fight,” he grits out. “I know you can beat this.”

His panic grows as he watches your heart rate fall lower, and lower. Tears finally sting at his eyes. His lips tremble. 

“Come on, sweetheart. Stay with me,” he says, rubbing your hand between both of his. He lowers down to rest a hand on your head, and he presses a kiss above your brow. “We’ll do it all, you understand me. I’ll build the damn cabin myself if I have to. Three bedrooms. Hell, make it five. We’ll get so damn busy, you’re gonna get sick of me.”

And if you were awake, you’d know exactly what kind of busy he’s talking about. You know him so well. Besides Sam, there’s no one else in the world left to know him like you do.

And your voice, your touch, the way you make him coffee with a double hit of espresso, the way you cook for him and Sam because you love to feed them. The way that, even when you’re fighting with Dean, frustrating him beyond belief, you never stop protecting him, as much as he tries to do for you.

You’re his, in every way. It scares him like hell, what he might become without you.

“Come on,” Dean begs, this time squeezing your hand. “Come on…”

Sam rushes back into the room. Footsteps are following him down the hall. 

And then, everything stops. 

Everything, except for Sam and Dean. 

Your monitors stop beeping out of control, freezing your heart rate where it sits far below where it should. 

When Dean looks up in teary confusion, Jack stands on the other side of your bed. He gives Dean a gentle smile. 

“You were right,” he says. “Family is what’s most important.”

Jack reaches out and gently touches your forehead. In a mere moment, you take in a deeper, more natural breath. Your eyes slide open and find Jack. It confuses you. Your mouth opens to say his name, but Dean squeezing your hand draws your attention. Your gaze softens.

“Dean?” you say.

He’s able to smile, even though his eyes are red, and a tear draws down his cheek. He hastens to wipe it away.

“Hey, baby,” he says. “How do you feel?”

Your brows furrow as you contemplate his question. “Fine, I…”

You remember then that you shouldn’t feel fine. You look up at Jack again, and as your memory of yesterday slowly returns to you, you realize then what he’s done. He hears the words you hold inside before you can say them out loud. He smiles.

You’re welcome, he replies in your mind. Then he gives Sam and Dean one last warm look. 

“Take care of each other,” Jack says. Then he disappears, without even a flash of light. He’s just gone. 

The world once again kicks into high gear. You’re forced to pretend to be asleep when two nurses flood into your room. Sam and Dean apologize for a false alarm when they see that your heart monitor and your other vitals are steady, and even stronger than before.  

When the nurses leave, you’re able to open your eyes and sit up normally. Sam comes to sit on your other side, and you reach for his hand while offering him a smile. Dean brushes your hair back to gently peel away the bandage on your neck.

Your skin is smooth underneath. Dean helps you do the same for the wrapping around your waist, after you peel back the covers and raise a corner of your hospital gown for him to see. Your wounds are completely gone. 

Dean huffs a breath of relief, his brows drawing together. You hold your hand to his cheek and give him a softer smile.

“I’m okay,” you promise him.

You wipe under his eye, where the tracks of his distress have remained. Dean wastes no more time. He gathers you into his arms and bows to claim your lips. You give him the comfort he needs, while melting into him with the same passion.

When he pulls away though, he has to wipe the tears from your eyes. The back of his hand brushes down your cheek.

“You scared the shit outta me,” he says.

You manage to stifle a laugh, but not your smile. “My bad.”

He steals another kiss, a bit softer this time.

“I love you,” he says. His voice is gruff, but no less genuine.

You let out a sigh, while more tears brim in your eyes.

“I love you too,” you nod.

While you soothe him with your fingers slipping through his hair, his lips press into your shoulder. He meets Sam’s teary smile with one of his own. 

You’re staying with him. That’s all that matters.

Six months later, the bedroom you once shared with Dean in the bunker is nearly empty. All that’s left are the nightstands, the old metal bed frame, and a bare mattress. Everything else is coming with you into the new place—a cabin-style house you and Dean found together in Lawrence.

Sam and Eileen have their own little place in the city as well, just a couple miles away.

It’s bittersweet to see this room in the bunker stripped bare, but you still smile as you survey it all with your arms crossed. 

Dean’s hands startle you when they smooth around the curve of your waist from behind. You jump a little, but you smile when he kisses your neck.  

“Reminiscing?” he asks, his eyes dancing. “Some damn good times here. Some damn good magic.”

You laugh at how he uses your words (and playfully slaps your ass), but you have to agree. You turn your head to kiss his cheek. 

“Just thinking about how we’re gonna make some more magic in the new place,” you tease. “We won’t have a sink in the bedroom anymore though.”

Dean nods at that, holding you more securely against his chest. 

“True. So convenient,” he says ruefully. 

You stroke his arms wrapped around you. You begin to tingle with nerves inside as an idea strikes you. It’s the perfect time… 

“I need to have a discussion with you,” you say. Dean’s smile grows against your neck. 

“A discussion, huh? Sounds serious,” he says. 

“It is,” you say. Though part of you is playful, you really are serious. You turn in his arms so he can see the gravity of your gaze.

Dean tilts his head, sensing your shift. 

“Hmm, okay,” he says.

You untangle yourself from his arms so you can lead him over to the bare mattress, where you sit him down. His hands slide down to your jean-clad thighs while yours fall on his shoulders. 

“Wait here,” you say. 

Dean quirks a brow, but he lets you walk away, over to your empty nightstand. You pull out something wrapped in tissue paper. 

You unwrap it and hold it up for his view. 

Dean’s eyes widen when he sees those two pink lines. He takes the little white stick from you and looks up at your face in pure shock and awe. 

“Holy shit,” he utters, making you laugh. He sets the little test aside so he can quickly grab your waist, once again pulling you in close. “You sure?”

“I’ve done it three times. I’m fairly certain,” you say with a smile. One that shines brighter with your burgeoning tears. You frame his face with your hands. “We did it, baby.”

After just about three months of trying, you’re already pregnant.

That reality sinks into Dean as he falls deeper into shock. You start to frown at his silence though. Your thumbs brush his stubbled cheeks.

“You’re, um…you’re happy, right?” you ask.

His gaze flicks up to yours. Seeing the uncertainty there breaks him out of his shock. His expression eases with a smile. He tugs you even closer by your hips, and he presses a kiss above your navel, over your shirt.

“Yeah, sweetheart. I am,” he replies, even as his deep voice breaks slightly on the last word.

Your smile grows, and you bend down for a searing kiss that Dean matches with all the emotions coursing through him; excitement, a tremor of anxiety, but mostly love. It’s nearly overwhelming in his chest, because he never thought he’d get to have this.

He’s damn grateful it’s with you.

He grips you tighter on reflex, and he brings you down onto the mattress so he can roll on top. He smirks in light of your giggling, brushing your hair out of your eyes and caressing your cheek.

He captures your lips for another heated kiss, one that grows into another, and a few more for good measure. Your hands slip down his back to squeeze his ass for once. His growing length finds friction through his jeans and between your legs, making him groan.

“How about we make sure it sticks,” he suggests between kisses. He trails them hot and wet down your neck. 

“I don’t think it works like that,” you breathe, though you smile as you slip your fingers through his hair. Dean smirks against your skin.

“Huh. Worth a shot, right?” he quips. He curls one of your thick thighs over his hip and rocks into you just enough to start driving you crazy. Already you feel his clothed erection pressing against your center. Your core begins to pulse in response, needing him.

You shove the layer of plaid off his shoulders, and he helps you with the undershirt as well. He starts to divest you of your layers, down to your bra, where he kisses a familiar path down between your breasts.

Just for a moment though, you hold his face and make sure he’s paying attention, despite your panting breaths mingling with his. 

“Thank you,” you say. “I didn’t think I would ever get to…”

Tears well up in your eyes again, and this time, Dean catches them when they fall. He shakes his head and brushes them away with his thumb. 

“That’s my line, baby,” he says. “Whatever’s up next, this is it. It’s you and me.”

He takes your left hand, which already holds the weight of a silver ring. His own holds one to match. You’re now officially his in every way.

Your smile already agrees with what he said.

It’s you and me.

But you also nod and guide his hand down to your belly. 

“Yeah,” you say. “It’s us.”

Dean hums in approval at that. A softer smile takes over his features, before he lowers down to your lips, so he can finish what he started.

You and Dean still don’t have all of the “retirement plan” mapped out just yet, but for now, this is a damn good start.

AN: I promised a happy ending, and this is the happiest I could think of! 💗 Hopefully this provides a smoother transition to the story In Bad Weather, though I'll never say no to coming back to these two. 😘

Let me know what you thought of this little ride in the Midnight Espresso-verse!~ ☕

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LATINA HEAT: RHEA RIPLEY

chapter two: the new Judgment Day "Distract her."

"Here is your winner of the 2024 women's elimination chamber match, Liv.. Morgannnn!" The referee lifted Liv's hand, who collapsed to her knees.

The biggest smile on her face as she mocked a disoriented Becky on the mat. Making fake tears towards her.

"I told yall eLIVination chamber!" She laughed at the camera, "Oh and Rhea.." She smirks. "I'm coming for you.. Watch me!"

She flips her hair and turns to the crowd but we barely get to see her when the TV suddenly turns to a black screen.

I chew on catering's brownies and slowly turn my head towards Rhea. She turns towards me.

We stare at eachother. I clear my throat and speak first.

"I told you to take that revenge tour seriously."

Rhea scoffs. "It's not that serious."

I frown. "Rhea, baby, you injured that girl. Anybody in her shoes would want revenge." Rhea chuckles.

"I get it! But take everything that I love?" She laughs and holds onto her championship. "She'll learn the hard way, just like Nia tonight, that nobody can take this from me."

I raise an eyebrow and suddenly realize something. "But why does she keep saying everything you love? Why not just the title.."

Rhea shrugs. "Dunno. Of course she's obsessed with titles after I took out Raquel and cost her the tag ones."

I hiss. "That was out of pocket." Rhea sighs. I place a hand on her shoulder. "Oh, make that face.. you know I understand why you did it."

She smiles. I grab the remote from Rhea's lap. "Maybe we should turn the TV back on.." I lean towards her.

"It's Damian and Finn's match. Now we can't miss them kicking asses." Rhea smirks.

"Yeah! The night is gonna belong to us.." She bites her bottom lip, tilting her head.

I smile at her words. "I'm still so pissed that you couldn't make it to the chambers." I huff and cross my arms.

"Yeah.. Stupid Becky." I mumble.

"Taking me out on my qualifying match was real smart of her, until she realizes that i'm gonna bash her fucking head in soon."

Rhea giggles. "And they say i'm unhinged."

I shrug. "We both are honey. I honestly can't wait for you to beat Nia later and make all of Australia proud."

I pull Rhea in for a big hug— wrapping my arms around her shoulders tight. She lets out a slightly shaky chuckle.

"Y-Yeah." She mumbles. I feel something is wrong when I pull back, but shrug it off.

I turn the TV on. "Aw man we missed their entrances." Damian and Finn and New Catch Republic were already in the ring.

Dominik trashtalking the fans booing him..

I look towards Rhea who seems in her own world, fingers fidgeting in her lap. When she catches me staring, she blinks.

We make eye-contact for a good thirty seconds. Rhea was the first one to look away.

But I wish she never shifted those blue eyes away from my emeralds.

I smile and look back at the screen.

—

"I still can't believe the Judgment Day is.. gone." Rhea whispers breathlessly, leaning against the blank gym wall infront of me.

Ain't no better way to get over a breakup, than by going to the gym.

I drop my last set of dumbbells, panting and grab my bottle of water. "It's not like we didn't hear about their plans for us."

She shrugs. "Yeah but looking back on it.. What if Dominik and Finn actually pitched the idea and planned this from day on-"

I stop her rant by nearly spitting out my damn water.

I cough. "Rhea-" I place down my bottle next to our bags. "Now, now let's not rewrite history. Finn probably has nothing to do with Dominik."

 I place my hands on my hips. "Dom was just a little.." I  too obsessed with the idea of becoming this generation's Eddie Guerrero."

Rhea doesn't laugh and rubs over her forearm.

I clear my throat. "Well he looks more like a cheap wannabe but whatever Liv finds in him." Rhea snaps her head up.

"And you." I lift my hands up in defense, ready to mumble the next part to myself. "Even though i'll never understand you girls."

I walk over to Rhea and lean a hand against the wall, tilting my head. "But what makes you say that?" She pouts.

"The idea of splitting us up, I don't know.. It just came out of nowhere." She crosses her arms. "Like.." She turns her head. "We were doing good as a faction. Atleast that's what I- we, me and Damian, thought."

I chew on my bottom lip. "Maybe that's where it went wrong." Rhea lowers her head, scratching the back with her nails.

"Maybe Finn personally felt like he wasn't doing good enough with you two.. Since he stayed with the other bozos." 

Rhea cracks a laugh and I smile, completing the mission. "But I thought we agreed on no mention about The Judgment Day while we are at the gym?"

"I know.. But my breakup is still fresh-" I press a finger against her lips, shushing her.

"Shh. One more mention of Dom and i'm tracking him down to give him a piece of my mind."

She blinks. "So you never liked him." She mumbles in a tone that confirms the thoughts she's had for a while.

—

"So she is apart of The Judgment Day now?" Dominik scoffs as Rayna falls on the couch. In the most dramatic way.

I chuckle then pat Dom's cheek. "Atleast put a smile on this beautiful face of yours."

I grab his chin to twist his face towards me, which usually would bring a smile to his features, but this time his eyes were somewhere else.

Glaring at his fellow Hispanic comfortably sprawled on the soft cushion covering the couch. With the less care in the world for Dominik.

Atleast they shared the same hatred, I thought.

"I know that you don't get along with her.." I stare at Rayna longer, then back to Dom. "Okay, you don't like her."

He pouts. "But all i'm asking is that you respect her. You have no idea how fucking excited I am to work with my idol!"

I bounce on my feet and grab his shoulders which he cracks a smile and sighs. "Fine.. Just know that I will only respect her because of you."

Dominik gives one last glare towards Rayna. One of pure disgust.

Then he grabs my hips and swings me forward— pressing a kiss to my forehead. One that lasted longer than usual.

Like he was proving something. Making a point.. I wasn't sure why though-

He pulled away and snickered. "I need to go to the bathroom. Be right back, Mami." He whispers before walking past me.

Towards the door, and finally leaving. I smile in the most ridiculous way and look back towards Rayna.

Absolutely glaring the hell outta that door.

I guess she has beef with the furniture now too..

—

"Rhea, c'mon let's be fair. Your man never liked me and I still don't know why to this day." I run my fingers through my hair.

"Anyway I think he's a pussy so.." Rhea bumps my shoulder.

I hiss. "What?" I defend myself. "I ain't never met a man who's had his balls so shoved up his ass that he can't even get them out just once to defend himself."

Rhea groans and I walk over to my bag, zipping it close. I take one last sip of my water bottle. "You don't think so?"

"What?" Rhea looks at me confused. I roll my eyes, grabbing her gym bag and tossing it at her. She catches it in time.

"That he's a pussy." She doesn't answer me and even walks past, to grab her phone. "These days, it's not just a thought. It's a fact."

While checking her phone, she mumbles to herself and I can only hear the last part clearly enough. "I'm not answering that."

I frown. "Why do you keep defending Dominik? Seriously nobody is holding you at gun point."

Her eyes lift up from her screen and she puts on a fake smile. "Haha. Very funny." She tucks her phone in her pocket.

"Damian is coming to get me. I'll see you on RAW then.. Y'know, when i'll have to face the new 'It Couple of WWE'."

The nickname rolls off her tongue with such difficulty I thought she was gonna gag while saying it.

The amount of disgust that tone had towards LivDom was nearly concerning.

Besides who even called them that? They only recently catched feelings for eachother.

Geez..

I swallow awkwardly the lump of saliva in my mouth and nod. "See you on.." Rhea leaves before I can even finish.

"Monday then. Nos vemos.." I sigh, rubbing the back of my neck. See you..

I also nearly forgot to get my phone before leaving, but thankfully it warned my with two new notifications.

One from Liv..

Liv: Feelin' good rn😝

What the fuck..

Livvy😇

Rayna: LMAOO!! how'd you find that shirt??

Liv: Want the link? 😜

Liv: Fanmade.. Sum of them are quick y'know.

Rayna: Figured and yeah. lol.

Liv: I could've! But Daddy Dom rlly liked this one sooo.. Ofc I had to buy it!😇

Who the fuck asked his opinion?

Rayna: Ha.. Cool.

Rayna: Oh! How was the bar btw?

Liv: OMG! It was AMAZING. The boys are so fun to hang out with too.

Liv: Rlly you should've come, it was so fun!

Rayna: Ik but next time!

I was about to end the discussion there when..

Liv: Drunk Daddy Dom is such a turn on too.. 😉

I never wanted to slam my phone so hard against the floor more than right now.

Now what-

Incoming call from Roman.

Ok now I nearly dropped it on the floor this time.

I declined the call and texted him instead.

Roman🔞

Rayna: What do you want now?

Roman: Isn't it obvious?

Rayna: Then no.

Roman: I ain't seen you in weeks Ray.

Rayna: Exactly. Thankfully too.

Roman: We gonna pretend you ain't moaning my name everytime I see you?

Rayna: Yes. We really should.

Rayna: Btw i'm not free for the next few weeks.

Roman: Sure. Keep pretending that you ain't kept those feelings for me.

Roman: It'll just be better when I see you again.

Rayna: Haha. Bye.

I closed his contact, not in the mood lately for him.

To of course being spammed with yet another message from Liv.. But it particularly caught my attention.

Liv: Oh.. We should also prob discuss for this next monday's plans. We need you to distract Rhea.

Distract Rhea?

—

"We all will." The crew came into view, surrounding Finn. I roll my eyes and lean against the wall. Away from the screens.

The TV switches to show Damian's reaction, obviously fuming. Finn goes on and on about how he's gonna continue targeting him..

But my focus is entirely on LivDom- Oh my fucking god why is he massaging her ass RIGHT NOW?!

They finally turn around all laughing goofily and the first thing that happens is me making eye-contact with Dom.

That kid fucking annoys me.. No it's not because that he dated AND also broke the heart of my current crush.

Of course not..

Both of them are already getting on my nerves. I regret even putting these two together.

What the fuck was I thinking?

Dominik smirks while maintaining contact. I respond by giving him a mocking smile, cursing in Spanish.

Most of the 2024 year i've spent it with The Judgment Day, meaning that I have enough insults in my head about Dominik to cut promos about him for months straight!

I mean it's easy to hate the guy, ain't that right?

"Good job guys." Finn speaks up first, wrapping his arm around JD's shoulders.

Then he looks towards me.

"Ay. Why didn't you wanna do the promo with us?" I chew the inside of my cheek to let the question sink in.

I couldn't say the truth directly in their faces or i'd be kicked out but then again.. "You apart of the family now."

I smile the best I can to make it look real. "Yeah.. So cool." I tap my foot against the floor.

I already miss Rhea.

Priest.

It ain't even been a full night together and i'm already bored.

"We are already establishing ourselves as an even bigger faction.. With you Rayna as the Queen of the Ring and Liv as the women's world champion."

I frown. "..You mean just like before?" I blink, eyes pointing at me. "I-I don't understand where you're coming from with this. It doesn't matter if it's Liv or Rhea as champion..?"

I uncross my arms.

"We were already established as a strong faction."

Liv scoffs. "Rayna, you can't be serious right now. Sure Rhea was champion but she wasn't half as good as I am right now.. Admit it!"

Admit what, I ask myself.

I chuckle. Maybe not the best timing.. "You're still friends with Rhea even after everything she did to me.."

She grabs Dominik's chin, doing that weird shit to his nose instead of kissing him. "To Daddy Dom-"

"Oh my god just call him Dominik."

Yuck.

"Ain't nobody here interested in hearing what y'all call eachother during sex." I tilt my head towards Carlito.

"Except for him." I point at Carlito who drops his apple while trying to do a trick.

Liv goes to snarl something else but Finn places a hand infront of her. "Ay now, don't be mad at her for still being friends with those.. traitors."

Watch what the fuck you're gonna say about them. I clench my fists tight, turning my knuckles white.

He must not have noticed, continuing on. "I get it Rayna." He takes a step forward. "But listen here lass this friendship cannot interfere with Judgment Day business."

"You are a Judgment Day member now." He smirks. "Not Rhea's side bitch.." I close my eyes. "Not labeled as Rhea Ripley's friend.."

I huff. "You're the Queen of the Ring."

I nearly go into defensive mode when JD spawns next to me, holding my precious crown that I snatch away from his hands.

Mine.

I earned it.

I look down at it, rubbing off the dust. "I ain't no side bitch.. Ain't no side kick either." I mutter to myself.

Finn chuckles. "Just like the Prince ain't one either. I understand you Rayna.." He places a hand over my forearm.

Sliding his finger up and down. "But you have to let them go- Unless.."

Oh no..

His face lights up with something malicious in it.

His eyes darken and he takes a step back. "No, actually guys this is better this way."

The guys and Liv look at eachother confused.

I stay focused on my crown.��My precious baby..

Liv snorts. "You think this is good? Rayna, she can't be friends with the same bitch who nearly cost me a year of my career!"

She stomps her foot on the ground like an angry child. "She doesn't deserve to be around Rhea."

Finn shakes his head. "You don't understand Liv, this is perfect!"

"She can use, distract and play Rhea like a symphony however she wants.. To our advantage!"

I snap my head up. "What?"

My face turns to one of horror. Everybody else's is full of curiosity and growing smirks at Finn's words.

"Isn't she also friends with half the roster?" JD chirms in. My eyes dart everywhere.

I start growing suspicious. "So you guys want to use my friendships against me?"

"No, of course not.. But when it comes to Rhea Ripley and Damian Priest." Finn's voice lowers.

He looks at everybody behind him. "We just want the best for you."

I look behind his shoulder. Liv nods at me. Dominik.. Pass. JD smirks. Carlito looks at me in typical Carlito fashion.

I sigh. "So what do we do now.."

"We are planning an attack on Damian. I guess you know where i'm going with this.."

"Distract Rhea."

[cevans16]

You’re You

Summary: Reader is Hispanic/Latina. Sebastian Stan likes you but hasn’t said anything. It’s a little bit based on this interview in the video below;

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3NTd3ROMmY 

Sorry it is a bit long! Love you all!!

“So (Y/N), looks like you got moved from your original promo group” the interviewer stated.

“Yes, apparently, the Chris’ and I are too chaotic” you replied

“You got that right, those three are horRIBLE” Anthony Mackie added while elbowing you softly.

You shook your head while smiling and said, “Nooo the thing is that Sebastian is too quiet so they brought me”

“I heard otherwise hahaha” added Winston Duke who was sitting on your right side. 

“What? I am not that quiet” Sebastian said pretending to sound offended.

“So some people uhmmm white people were saying that they don’t want to offend anyone when they do the Wakanda signal” the interviewer said causing the four of you to do the Wakanda motion. 

“Well (Y/N) is Latina and Sebastian is uhhh Romanian” Mackie said

“Right” confirmed Sebastian, you nodded but scrunched your eyebrows in slight confusion

“So that’s different” Mackie added, “I’ll take that” Sebastian replied. Mackie, Winston, and you bursted in laughter

“Sooo what you’re saying Mackie is that Sebastian is.....spicy white?” you asked while laughing so hard you were getting tears in your eyes. 

“Yeah remember when we went to Romania?” Mackie asked you

“Uhh huh and?”

“And every Romanian did the Wakanda thing saying you’re Anthony Mackie right” he replied

“Oh and you got hit on a lot!” he continued

“Who did?” asked the interviewer

“(Y/N)!” Mackie said, the interviewer looked at you.

“Yes, not to sound conceited but I get hit on constantly BUT when I went to Romania....it was something else” you said laughing

“What! Where was I when this happened?” Sebastian asked almost yelling

“It was when (Y/N) and I would go get you guys coffee or hangout”, Mackie said

“I always went with you guys”, Sebastian replied

“Well when YOU didn’t go, she would get hit on, well when I would walk away...sometimes” Mackie explained. Sebastian didn’t say anything else but he looked a little annoyed. 

“So the Romanians loved you” the interviewer said

“Ohhh they sure did. I’m surprised I didn’t return home with one, they were so nice to me and oh my gosh very handsome” you joked

“Well you have one here” Mackie quickly said, motioning to Sebastian. You felt yourself blush, you had always liked Sebastian as more than a friend but never felt like the feelings were reciprocated.

“Yeahhh but I am not Sebastian’s type” you jokingly teased

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sebastian asked rather sternly

“You like the blondes Sebastian” you replied. 

“Ooopp” Mackie and Winston said at the same time. They both had noticed that you and Sebastian liked each other but were too dumb to realize it. 

“I don’t only like blondes” Sebastian said

“Mhmmm you can believe your own lie” you replied

“I think I am more Evans type” you added. Mackie felt Sebastian tense next to him.

“I mean she is not wrong Sebastian” Mackie chuckled.

“Whatever” Sebastian said. 

There was a slight awkward silence until the interviewer asked about how long you had all been in the Marvel franchise, “You and Sebastian have been here the longest right?”

“Hmmmm, I think I came first and then Sebastian” you answered nonchalantly.

“At least he’s a gentleman” Mackie joked

“Shut up” Sebastian said. 

Once the interview was over, the four of you went out for a few drinks. Sebastian was talkative with the boys but not with you, which was weird.

“Are you okay?” you asked him

“Yeah why wouldn’t I be?” he asked

“You’re kind of quiet”

“No I’m not, I’m talking” he said annoyed

“That’s what I mean, what did I do? Because you’re fine with them but apparently not with me” you explained

“Gee I don’t know maybe because you’re not MY type remember” Sebastian gritted. You gasped at his response, you didn’t think he got butt hurt over that comment you had made during the interview. You and Sebastian stared at each other for a few minutes, Mackie and Winston both looked at you two.

“You know Mackie, we should go get a few more drinks” Winston said breaking the silence

“I’ll go get them” you said

“No no, we will” Mackie said in agreement with Winston. 

“I’m sorry if my comment hurt you, which I don’t know why it did” you said.

“Really you don’t know why?” Sebastian scoffed. 

“No I don’t, I wouldn’t have gotten butt hurt over it”

“Whatever, I’m leaving” Sebastian said getting up from his seat but you stopped him.

“NO, I am leaving since you have no problem with the guys”. You grabbed your purse and left with your jacket in hand. 

Winston noticed you leaving, “I don’t think our plan worked Mackie”, Mackie turned to look, you looked sad and you were booking it out the place. Sebastian on the other hand looked pissed.

You walked out of the bar, putting on your jacket and headed back to your hotel. Sebastian had never talked to you in that way, he had always been nice. Your hotel was a bit far but you needed the long walk to clear your head. 

Meanwhile Mackie and Winston were grilling Sebastian about the incident. 

“Nothing happened guys” he said over and over

“Cut the shit Sebs, she looked pretty sad walking out of here” Mackie said.

“We know you like each other” Winston added.

“FINE, I told her that I wasn’t talking to her because she wasn’t my type, I didn’t actually mean that but she did say that earlier so I used it on her” he explained. 

“You’re an idiot” Winston said

“I know” Sebastian replied. 

You were walking for about ten minutes when you heard someone call out your name, you turned to look, it was Mackie.

“Hey! Hold on why are you walking this late?” he asked

“I needed to clear my head, I can’t believe he said that to me” you said almost in tears. 

“Look I know you and him like each other. You need to talk with him about it (Y/N)”

“I tried to and look where I am for doing so Mack”

“You didn’t tell him you liked him though”

“Of course not, I don’t chase men Mackie, plus I meant what I said, I am not his type and I am not changing for someone else”

“He likes you too”

“Oh stop that’s not funny” you said

“He DOES. Think about it, every time we would plan to hang out even if it was just the guys he would invite YOU. Every time we would hang out where would he sit? Beside YOU. Whenever someone would flirt with you or talk about you, he would either get antsy or annoyed, which is funny to see” he said chuckling. You stood there looking at Mackie in shock. 

“Well I won’t say anything until he does and that is not happening” you said. 

“Fine but stop being miserable about it”

“I’m not miserable”

“Okay stop being an ass” he joked with you. “Come on let me walk you, you’re crazy you know, walking out here this late” he said. 

The next morning you walked in late for breakfast since you spent a longer time in the gym to work out your frustrations. You guys were almost done with part of the promo tour before heading to another city. When you walked in, the three were almost finished eating, which was another reason why you took longer, to avoid Sebastian. 

“Good late morning” Mackie said to you

“Good morning guys” you replied. You grabbed your breakfast and headed out since you were planning on checking out a bookstore. You were about to get in your uber when you heard Sebastian call for you

“(Y/N), can we talk?” he asked, you looked at his face, he looked exhausted.

You rolled your eyes, “Fine but I really want to check out this bookstore Sebastian”

“I’ll go, if that’s okay?” he asked

“Okay”.

He held the door open for you to get in. The ride there was quiet, you were looking out your window, trying your best to avoid his gaze. 

You arrived at the bookstore, you immediately headed to the crime genre section. Sebastian walked around for a bit, trying to build his courage in telling you how he felt about you. “Fuck it” he said to himself, he went to where you were, when he found you, you were sitting on the floor, focused deep in a book. He was so in love with you it hurt. 

He sat down next to you, “What” you said but didn’t move your eyes from the book. 

“I’m sorry for what I said last night and I know it’s not an excuse for me saying it but you hurt my feelings when you said you weren’t my type” he said softly

“Okay” you replied. 

“You’re really going to make me work for it huh” he smirked to himself. 

“What?” you asked finally looking at him. 

“That is why I like you. You aren’t my type but you’re YOU (Y/N). You make me feel things that I never have before, it scares the fuck out of me because I know you’ll never hurt me but I don’t ever want to hurt you. And I did last night which I felt so bad about” he said, “I like you because you don’t change yourself for anyone, you’re beautiful, funny, adventurous, you make me feel alive and you’re just you”.

You didn’t know what to say at first, “Sebastian, I’ve liked you for a long time, you scare me because I’m tired of getting hurt by guys, I don’t want to lose you and frankly I know what you go after plus I know I’m the best” you said winking at him.

He chuckled at your last remark, “I can definitely agree with that, now will you agree to go on a date with me? Let’s see where this goes” he asked you.

You looked at him, looking into his eyes for a bit, “Okay, let’s see where it goes”. 

Three years later

“And like a dumbass, he let her walk out” Mackie said on the microphone at yours and Sebastian’s wedding. Sebastian laughed at the comment but he wasn’t wrong about it. “But I am glad that they worked it out because they are just perfect for each other. I want to toast to these two amazing people, I wish them all the happiness in the world, cheers to (Y/N) and Sebastian!” everyone else clapped, you and Sebastian were definitely going to make it. 

[sunjaesol]

comparison is killin' me slowly

juke | human au | based on "jealousy, jealousy" by olivia rodrigo

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"You do realise you're sabotaging yourself, right? By being jealous?"

"I'm not jealous," Julie spit.

Flynn remained unfazed, though she certainly didn't deserve the malice of Julie's tone. She'd apologise later for it, but in that moment, all she saw were perfect bodies and perfect teeth and the green green green of envy.

"Envious then," her friend said, plucking the word from her thoughts. "Which you shouldn't be. Just because you're not an Instagram model, which is a doubtful job to begin with, doesn't mean you're ugly."

"It's not just that," Julie groaned, falling backwards on her bed. The grip on her phone loosened. "It's... I don't know."

The bed dipped beside her. A comforting hand pressed into her leg. "You think Luke doesn't find you attractive?"

Damn. Right on the money. Her hands covered her eyes in response, partly to hide the embarrassment, but also the silly tears welling up and threatening to slip out. God, she was predictable. Another thought she shouldn't have, that she should correct — she wasn't predictable, she was a teenage girl with valid emotions and wants and needs and God, she had enough of herself — but she was preoccupied with the image of Luke's perfect smile.

Something she didn't have.

"I know I'm not ugly," she muttered, though she wasn't sure if Flynn would believe that now. If even she herself believed it. She repeated it, to make sure she did believe. "I know I'm not ugly, but... Flynn, isn't it silly? We just don't fit. You don't see the Latina date the cute, white boy. The white boy breaks up with the Latina, and then she's reduced to comedic relief or best friend or, or, or whatever."

With a frustrated huff, she wiped the tears from her cheeks and sat up straight, sending Flynn a stern look. "And you know I'm right."

"That's the movies though," she soothed. "And scrolling through Instagram isn't helping."

"Look, everyone's expecting him to date a pretty, white girl. Like that—" Picking up her phone, the page of a blonde model reappeared. "That's just how people think. They'd look at us weird if we were to date—"

"Fuck expectations!" Flynn yelled, the outburst so sudden Julie jerked back in surprise, jaw slamming shut.

More shame crept in her bones. She wished she was as resilient as Flynn. Her best friend, with an iron sense of confidence and the bravery to do whatever she pleased. Sure, it got her in trouble at times, but at least she didn't hold pity parties like Julie did.

"I can see you're overthinking again," she continued. "I don't know about what, but you are. You need to breathe, Julie."

She nodded. "I know." A deep breath. "I know."

"And if Luke doesn't think you're pretty, so fucking what?"

"I'm kind of in love with him, Flynn," she deadpanned.

It was hard not to be in love with Luke. Regardless of his looks, he was her bandmate and writing partner and best friend. They met in freshman year and had been inseperable since. He once said that even if they didn't play music, they'd still be a band — bits of their souls intertwined no matter what. It was part of one of the many impassioned speeches he adored giving, but that was all she had been able to latch onto.

Their souls intertwined. Always and forever. Maybe spurred on by teenage bravado instead of reality, but she took it. She preferred daydreams anyway.

Flynn hesitated before responding, knowing she had to be more tentative. "And if he's not, then you'll move on... because you're strong. You'll be fine."

Julie sighed. "Yeah. You're right."

"I always am," she smirked. "But thanks for the reminder."

She should've known that smirk held more than just confidence. A bit of mischief glimmered within the brown too, something that would come to fruition the next day at school, when it was too late for Julie to reel her friend back in.

"Hey, Patterson!" Flynn barked.

Luke and Julie were ripped from their conversation by her locker, his face visibly leaning away to tilt and catch sight of the approaching girl.

He smiled, amused. "Love how we're still on last name basis, Lewis."

A phone got shoved in his face, Julie's eyes widening with mortification as she realised what was happening, what was on the screen. The blonde model, totally oblivious to the experiment they were using her for.

It felt weirdly perverse, but there was no turning back now. Flynn's feet were firmly planted on the ground and Julie was already too busy assessing Luke's expression.

It remained blank, a hint of apprehension as his gaze flitted from the image to Flynn. "Yeah?"

"What do you think?"

"Of the girl?"

"Yes."

Julie swallowed back the nerves and took a casual stance, feigning complete indifference. She was cool. She was so cool. She was the coolest girl. Nothing bothered her. She was—

Luke shrugged. "She's pretty, I guess. Not my type though."

Oh.

A victorious grin crawled up Flynn's lips and then pocketed her phone with satisfaction. "Good to know."

Suspicion crossed his features. "Did I just do something?"

"Something good," Flynn said. "Right, Julie?"

"Yeah," she rushed. "Good."

He frowned, his stare not leaving her that she began to wonder if he knew. If he saw right through her. If a finger coiled around those intertwined souls, like a phone cord, and tugged hard enough to uncover all her emotions. It wouldn't surprise her.

A lopsided smile ticked up his lips, a wink that should be considered illegal sent her way. "Don't worry, Jules." He leaned in. "I have a thing for brunettes."

With that, he spun on his heels and marched away, leaving a stunned Julie nailed on the spot as Flynn shook her arm in excitement.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

"I told you!" she exclaimed. "No need to feel jealousy!"

A small, giddy smile bloomed. Flynn was right. It was silly to put so much value on Luke's opinion about appearances, but with the way he behaved just now? They might actually feel the same, think the same — just like he had suspected.

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@blush-and-books @bluefirewrites @willexx @unsaid-emily @pink-flame @constantly-singing @ourstarscollided

[cafedanslanuit]

Legend

♡   —   personal favourites

☆   —   fan favourites

♠   —   nsfw

♫   —   includes songs

Headcanons

RFA + Saeran - Dirty Dancing  ♫ ♡

RFA + Saeran - MC wants to have her own business

RFA - MC is ten years older than them ♡

RFA - What goes through their mind when they’re cuddling? ☆

RFA + Vanderwood - Having a rebellious kid ♡

RFA - MC can’t sleep unless with them

RFA - A bubbly MC makes self-deprecating jokes as a coping mechanism ♡

RFA - MC that is bubbly, confident and never afraid to stand up for someone

Yoosung dragging MC back to bed because it’s raining

RFA + V - MC blasts music when she’s upset ♫

RFA + V + Saeran - MC with a passion for anime and drawing

RFA + V + Saeran - MC with a major in fashion

RFA + Saeran - Quarantine edition ♡

RFA + V + Saeran + Obey Me! brothers on a trip to the beach ♡ ☆

RFA - MC with a hand fetish

MC has Jumin trying commoner food

Zen + Jumin + Saeyoung - MC is selfconscious about being chubby and they make her feel better  ♠ ♡

Jumin comforts MC about a guy who is texting her constantly and making her upset

RFA reacts to a MC that is called Elizabeth

RFA + V + Saeran - As Les Misérables songs  ♫ ♡

Saeyoung messes with Yoosung’s phone to help him out

Saeyoung x MC - MC makes her own music

Latina!MC and Jumin get stuck with MC’s latino parents during quarantine ♡

RFA + Saeran - MC gets her wisdom teeth out ♡ ☆

RFA + V + Saeran - MC has a bad coping mechanism of punching her thighs (tw!)

Domestic Texts Series: Zen & MC || Saeran & MC ♡

RFA - MC is obsessed with Elizabeth the 3rd

RFA + V + Saeran with a MC that likes going to protests

RFA - MC grew up in really bad poverty

RFA + V + Saeran - They find out MC is only eighteen after everything that happened during their routes ☆

RFA - How do they calm MC when she’s anxious?

RFA - MC has dyslexia

RFA - MC with chronic pain

Royal AUs with Jumin, Zen and Yoosung

Love Language Event with Yoosung, Zen, Jumin, Saeyoung, Saeran and V

Happy New Year Event with Saeyoung, Saeran, Zen, V and Yoosung

Thirst Asks [+18]

[All Asks]

[Jumin] [Jihyun] [Yoosung]

Fanfiction

Mystic Messenger as failed love stories  ♡

reminiscing about the characters and your failed love stories in an alternate universe

You get me ♡

What happens when you’ve finally found your prince charming, but he doesn’t seem to fit in your life anymore?

Bet you can’t leave me

Mystic Messenger Week 2020. “The first time she threatened to leave me, I felt like I was dying.”

Who are you?

Drabble prompt - Zen always sought recognition for his work. Lately, he’s been using other resource to achieve his goals.

Dance with me

Latina!MC tries to teach Zen to dance bachata.

Jealousy [Kinktober 2020 - Day 2] ♠

When Zen agreed to be MC's plus one at a fancy party, he never expected she would lock them both inside a bathroom in a fit of jealousy. The hunger in her eyes could only indicate she was about to remind him who he was with.

A plan gone wrong [Mysme Angst Week - Day 1]

You convinced Zen to stage a fake coffee date in order to give Jumin, your fiancé, a wake up call about how much he had been ignoring you lately. However, things don't go as planned.

i could buy you anything but i cannot buy you  ♠ ♡

[kinktober 2021 - day fifteen: body worship] Zen had always had the need to be in control for a lot of years. (...) His guard may not be up as much as it did back then, but to this day Zen still takes a second look at any situation he’s in. He can’t let anything drive him away from his acting career so he always has to give his best and not take anything for granted.

You get me  ♡

What happens when you’ve finally found your prince charming, but he doesn’t seem to fit in your life anymore?

I always wanted to marry rich

Jumin Han stood with his hand holding the doorknob, not believing what he had just heard. There was no way this was happening. Not days before his wedding. Not only that, days before he married who he thought was the love of his life. The one who he thought he could trust, the one that didn’t ask for anything but his love and attention.

Home

You are staying at Jaehee’s after Jumin did something that made you really angry. While staying there, you start feeling sick and end up at the hospital. What you first thought was nothing to worry about, quickly turns into a nightmare that could change your relationship.

Sweet Creature  ♫ ♡

Jumin gets stuck in another country away from his wife due to the pandemic. He’s been having trouble falling asleep, so MC decides to tell him a bedtime story. A simple request ends up making Jumin open up about a small insecurity he had over his wife and his best friend.

If I could tell him  ♫

Request: “can i request a jumin fic where MC has a crush on jumin but is very shy and so ends up talking with the other members more and then jumin confronts her about it and she accidentally confesses/he confesses.”

Animal I Have Become  ♫

500 followers event. “So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become. Help me believe it’s not the real me.”

Young God ♫  ♠

500 followers event. “He says: “Oh, baby girl, don’t get cut on my edges. I’m the king of everything, you know my tongue is a weapon. There’s a line on the clock that’s separating your thighs, if you wanna go to Heaven you should fuck me tonight.”

Crowded Room  ♫ ♡ ☆

500 followers event. “Baby, it’s just me and you, just us two, even in a crowded room, baby it’s just me and you” - [SMAU Epilogue]

Dear Jumin ♡ ☆

What if after all the events that happened during Jumin’s route, he didn’t fall in love with MC?

A new life

When MC gets into a car accident, Jumin ends up with her medical records. He never thought he would find out about what happened to his wife six years ago.

You see me in my room, wish you were here right now [Kinktober 2020 - Day 12] ♠ ☆

Jumin Han clicks on a pop-up ad and gets stuck into a cam girl website. As he waits for someone to come to his penthouse and fix his laptop, he can't help but notice a young woman giggling as she read through he comment section. From that moment on, he's hooked. And he can't wait to see more of her.

Sometimes I think about Elizabeth [Mysme Angst Week - Day 3]

Jumin tries to deal with the grief of losing Elizabeth the 3rd.

A late night conversation

A late night conversation with Jumin takes another turn into a much better scenario. [Fix-it fic for Jumin's DLC. Set on Episode 3]

Seven Minutes in Heaven - Holidays Edition  ♠

You’re home for the holidays and your friends invite you to a party. After a couple of drinks, one of them proposes playing seven minutes in heaven and makes everyone at the party leave an item of theirs in a small basket. When it’s finally your turn, you walk over and inspect the items before choosing the one that will decide your fate for the night.

A day off

For @/mysme-rbb event! You convince Jumin to take a small trip to the theme park. Taking into consideration it was the first time either of you had stepped foot in a place like that, it went exactly like expected.

you know i’m just a flight away (if you wanted you could take a private plane) ♠ ♡ ☆

[kinktober 2021 - day five: sex tape] Knowing Jumin is about to leave on yet another work trip, you suggest recording something for him to see while away. A little souvenir so he doesn't miss you too much- but now he's not sure he wants to leave at all.

Superstar  ♫

500 followers event. “Before I met you, I pushed them all away / Soon as I kissed you, I wanted you to stay.”

What you always wanted

Mystic Messenger Week 2020. As MC’s anniversary with Saeyoung is approaching, she asks her friends of the RFA for advice on what present is the best one. After several recommendations, she decides on what she should give him. Her only hope is that he’ll be happy with her choice.

The Ghost Of You   ♡   [ Vietnamese translation ]

A love story between a man with a mysterious job and a nurse during the Second World War. “And all the things that you never ever told me and all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me. Never coming home, never coming home.”

Loving You ☆

Drabble Prompt. “I am profoundly enchanted by the flowing complexity in you.” - John Keats

Discoveries [Kinktober 2020 - Day 27] ♠

After you find a transparent light blue dildo hidden in Saeyoung's room, the question hangs in the air. Why not trying it out together?

Lost on you [Mysme Angst Week - Day 2]

A discussion about how to handle Saeran's recovery turns into the worst fight Saeyoung and MC have ever had. Both of them bring back past memories that should have never been talked about, in a desperate try to prove their point, not noticing how much they're tearing their relationship apart.

Just like him [Mysme Angst Week - Day 7]

No one teaches you how to grief. Sometimes you just do whatever it helps the pain go away.

give me the stars

For @/gureishi’s event. A small piece to celebrate Saeyoung’s birthday. A late-night escapade for two young lovers.

Wildest Dreams  ♫ ♡

500 followers event. Slightly NSFW. “He says no one has to know what we do, his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room.”

Seven Minutes in Heaven - Holidays Edition ♠

You’re home for the holidays and your friends invite you to a party. After a couple of drinks, one of them proposes playing seven minutes in heaven and makes everyone at the party leave an item of theirs in a small basket. When it’s finally your turn, you walk over and inspect the items before choosing the one that will decide your fate for the night.

Beautiful  ♡

Jihyun has a couple of burn scars on his torso after the fire that took his mother’s life. You make sure you know he loves every part of him.

Wait for me

When the pandemic starts, MC gets stuck in another country, away from Saeran who was just starting his recovery. She tries to work a system with him so they can feel close even when they’re kilometres apart.

How ♫

500 followers event. “I’m asking for your help, I am going through hell, afraid nothing can save me but the sound of your voice.”

Vanilla ♠ ♡ ☆

NSFW. Saeran’s favourite place was between MC’s legs.

Apricity

Drabble Prompt. He never understood the reason behind this change (...). All he knew was that when winter came, he would start feeling tired out of nowhere and he would lose his appetite.

Gardening

Drabble Prompt. In which Saeyoung and MC break one of Saeran’s pot and they try to cover it up before he gets home.

All I’ve Ever Known  ♡ ☆

Drabble Prompt. Saeran has some doubts before his wedding. Thankfully, you’re there to send all his worries away.

Not to be able to love

Drabble Prompt. He wants to love her, he does. But when you’ve been through that much, it gets hard to love and not need.

Four Seasons (15 chapters)  ♠ ♡

Saeran’s After Ending. Saeran has finally found MC and is ectasic to finally be able to enjoy the good ending his tumultous life has reached. But with Saeyoung still missing and Mint Eye around, his happiness may have to wait a little more. Was love really capable to win against his inner demons or will he have to learn to fight for himself?

In another life [Mysme Angst Week - Day 4]

When MC knows her time is coming, she promises Saeran she will do whatever it takes to find him in another life. The only mistake was that she didn't expect to find him like that.

Our time

Saeran is saying his goodbyes but this time, you decide not to let him go. || Fix-it fic for Saeran's After Ending

even in the dark

For @/gureishi’s event. A small piece to celebrate Saeran’s birthday. Some days are better than others. But the people who love us stay through it all.