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perotovar · 1 year ago

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into the beat of the night (ch 5) "human fly"

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pairing: frankie morales/oc!river price (they/them) rating: M chapter warnings: swearing, (2) ptsd induced panic attacks, discussions of drugs (cocaine), hurt/comfort, alcohol consumption, this one is a little heavier y'all (but it's me so it's still soft) word count: 3.3k dividers by @saradika-graphics beta/co-writer: @scenaaario (seriously she helped so much with this chapter, pls send her some love ♥)

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series summary: frankie thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

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Frankie, River, Santiago, and Benny were standing in line waiting to get into The Night Owl. Will had to work and couldn’t make it, but he let them know it really wasn’t his scene anyway and wished them all a good night.

River squeezed Frankie’s hand, looking up at him. “You’re such a trooper letting me get you all dolled up today,” they giggled, kissing his cheek.

“I’m surprised how good it looks on him, to be honest,” Benny smirked.

Frankie sighed and rolled his eyes, cheeks pink. He was dolled up by Frankie standards, and having a hard time not fussing with River’s hard work. They had slicked his hair back, and the gel felt like a helmet. He was hyper aware of the eyeliner now rimming his eyes and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He did everything in his power not to touch his eyes and smudge the thick kohl. Despite his discomfort, even he had to admit he looked good. His hair was smoother than any of them had ever seen it, and the eyeliner emphasized the complexity of his deep brown eyes. River’s eyes dragged over his broad shoulders and grinned at the borrowed shirt he now wore, the delicate mesh pulled taut over his back.

Fake jewelry adorned Frankie’s ears and neck, making River grin. Their eyes traveled down the broad expanse of Frankie’s torso and landed on his soft middle. Frankie was apprehensive about how tight the mesh shirt was, saying that he didn’t want his tummy to poke out too much. River’s kisses to the soft flesh convinced him to go with it. Their arms wrapped around Frankie’s middle and squeezed appreciatively.

“Y’know, now that I’m seeing you all put together like this, you kind of remind me of an older version of someone I used to know,” River hummed thoughtfully.

Santiago snorted and dug his hands under his armpits. “Ay dios mio…” he mumbled under his breath.

“Yeah. Kid went by Dio, but I guarantee he couldn’t tell you a single song by him,” River rolled their eyes, exhaling exasperatedly. “Ended up going to jail for stabbing someone.”

Frankie blinked before barking out a laugh. “That makes me feel great, Río, thanks.”

“No problem,” they smirked, getting up on their toes to kiss him properly, pressing their lips delicately to his so their lipstick wouldn’t smear.

The four of them finally stepped into the club, the walls bouncing with the music. Benny was like a kid in a candy store, eyes wide and excited as he took in all the people. He made his way up to the bar, Viper giving him a look before making him a drink, and Frankie grinned. “I think he likes the place,” he chuckled, looping his arms around River’s waist from behind and kissing their jaw.

“I think so, too. I hope Anya is here tonight.”

“Anya?”

River turned and smirked, putting their finger over their lips as they winked. “It’s a surprise for Benny. I’ve been meaning to find someone for her for a while now and I think he’s perfect.”

An amused look crossed Frankie’s features. He turned to say something to Santiago, but the other man was missing. Frankie furrowed his brows and looked around, one of the clip-ons slightly hitting his cheek as he turned his head. He scanned the room and his eyes finally landed on Santi, already chatting up a pretty girl with dark skin and bright, unnatural contacts in her eyes. Frankie turned back to River, grinning to himself. He’ll catch up with him later.

“You weren’t kidding about these Snakebites, Fish,” Benny’s booming voice brought Frankie’s attention back toward the bar. Ben handed Frankie a matching drink as he took a swig.

“They have other drinks, you know,” River snorted.

Frankie smiled before shrugging. He pressed his hand to their lower back as he guided them over to a cluster of tables. He bit his lip, searching for an empty one.

Suddenly, River gasped and took off, running over to hug a plump woman excitedly. Ben raised his eyebrows and Frankie made an I-don’t-know sound. He moved closer to the pair as River excitedly spoke to the woman, who was giggling loudly. She was really pretty, with a medium skin tone, and her round face bright and more heavily made up than River’s. She wore a lace dress that ended at her thick thighs, and heeled boots with spikes on them. Her hair was short and bleached a bright white.

River felt Frankie’s presence and grinned as he wrapped his arms around their waist, resting his chin on their shoulder. “This must be him,” the woman smiled, her voice soft but with an intrinsic power underneath. He could practically feel the confidence rolling off her in waves. “I thought you said he looked like a truck driver?” she asked, raising a brow.

“Anya, please,” River laughed, holding onto Frankie’s wrists. “He let me get him all dressed up tonight, I promise he does normally.”

Frankie sighed and hid his burning cheeks in River’s neck. He reached a hand out toward Anya, keeping the other secure around River’s waist. “I’m Frankie,” he smiled.

Anya shook his hand and grinned. “You’re being good to them, right? Because if you’re not, I will find you,” she threatened, eyes hard and serious.

Frankie gulped, his eyes going wide, and nodded jerkily. “P-promise.”

“Good,” she grinned. “Anya. And who’s this puppy?” She turned her eyes toward Benny looking over him with an unreadable expression on her face.

Benny was speechless, gazing in adoration at her. He held his drink close and smiled softly, but still didn’t respond, like he didn’t hear her.

“Benjamin,” Frankie mumbled, trying to cover it with a cough.

Benny snapped out of it and shook his head, cheeks red. “S-sorry! I’m Ben,” he smiled wide, holding his hand out for Anya to shake.

Anya looked at his hand accusingly, then looked at Frankie and River with a raised brow, and looked back at Benny. She took his hand and shook it. She must have determined he was a good one because her face softened, a smile blooming on her face. “Hi, Ben.”

River and Frankie exchanged looks before sneaking off to find a spot to sit. When they couldn’t find one, they decided to head for the dance floor instead.

“So, that was Anya,” Frankie laughed, hands on River’s waist as they swayed together.

River hummed and nodded. “Was I right, or was I right?” They smirked, taking a look at the two of them talking animatedly at the bar.

A softness crossed Frankie’s features before he pressed a light kiss to their forehead. “I’m gonna use the bathroom. Be right back, ok?”

River nodded and tapped him on the shoulders before going back to dancing.

Frankie made his way over to the club’s men’s room. As he stood at the sink, he analyzed his look in the mirror, deciding it was growing on him. He wouldn’t keep it, but he didn’t hate it either.

The sound of someone snorting in a stall behind him stopped Frankie in his tracks. He felt his entire body go cold as a shiver ran through him, his eyes slamming shut. He took a deep breath and held it, opening his eyes in time to see a man stumbling out of the bathroom, frantically wiping his nose. Frankie exhaled and looked down at his shaking hands, rubbing his thumb over the black nail polish. He took a minute to collect himself before he made his way back into the club, looking for River and the guys.

River was walking over to Viper from the dance floor and pantomimed drinking something. He poured them a glass of water and they drank it gratefully. They made eye contact with Frankie over the rim of the glass and they set it down, excitedly bouncing over to him.

Frankie felt a rush of warmth at the sight of his partner and his racing heart slowed a little, lacing their fingers through his own. River kissed his cheek before they walked over to where Benny and Anya were still chatting.

“I see things are going well,” River grinned, winking at Anya. Anya rolled her eyes, but smiled up at them. Benny looked at Frankie and did a double take, noticing the pinched look on his face before anyone else did. He caught Frankie’s eye, concern growing on his face. Frankie nodded, squeezing River’s hand a little tighter. Benny seemed to take that and turned back to Anya.

“I was just going to ask this lovely lady if she’d give me her number,” Ben rumbled, looking over Anya’s form appreciatively before landing on her face and holding her gaze. Anya’s cheeks warmed as she held her hand out for Ben to hand her his phone.

River turned to Frankie and smiled. “We should check and see if we can find Santi.”

Frankie swallowed the lump in his throat, his heart pounding, before he croaked out, “He’s probably making out with that girl he was talking to.” He sniffled twice.

River nodded and squeezed his hand, noticing the tightness of his features. The furrow in his brow seemed to deepen by the minute, and his gaze bounced frantically around the room. They could tell something was up, but didn’t want to press the issue. At least not here.

“I’ll go find him,” Frankie muttered quietly before walking off to find Santiago. He made his way over to the women’s restrooms, placed next to the all-gender bathroom, and smiled to himself. Santiago had the same pretty girl from before pressed against the wall and, just as Frankie thought, was heavily making out with her, her arms around Santi’s neck.

Frankie cleared his throat and grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. He was still shaking, but trying his hardest to suppress his trembling. Santiago pulled away from the girl, her lipstick smeared across his mouth.

“Hey, Fish,” Santiago mumbled, licking his kiss-swollen lips. “What can I do ya for?”

“Uh,” Frankie chuckled uneasily. “I think River and I are gonna head out. I, uh…” he shuffled on his feet a little. “It’s getting a little crowded, and I just…”

Santi turned serious, quietly whispering something to the girl before turning his attention back to Frankie. She waited patiently, smiling at the back of Santiago’s head.

“You okay, Frank?” Santiago leaned closer to his friend, placing a reassuring hand on Frankie’s shoulder.

Frankie gulped and nodded, looking down at his black boots. The warmth from Santi’s palm seemed to ground him. “Yeah, I’m just… tired,” he lied, forcing a smile. “I’ll text you, okay?”

Santiago narrowed his eyes, but nodded, giving Frankie a once over. “Alright. I’ll make sure Benny gets home.”

“Thanks, Pope.”

Frankie slapped Santiago on the shoulder before turning away to find River. He had to get out of here, and quick. His palms were sweating and it was getting harder to breathe the longer he stayed. The sound of that guy sniffing played on a tormenting infinite loop.

He hadn’t had an episode like this in a long time, and he guessed that’s why it was happening. He should’ve expected there to be something like this at a nightclub, but it still felt like it came out of nowhere . He shut his eyes and took a deep breath before grabbing River’s hand again.

“Hey,” they smiled, a pinch of worry on their face. “Everything okay?”

Frankie bit his lip and nodded jerkily. “Y-yeah, uh. Do you think we could go home?”

River’s heart skipped a beat at the insinuation that River’s apartment was home, for both of them. Frankie already planned on staying over at River’s that night. “Of course, babe.”

A genuine smile grew on Frankie’s lips and he nodded, kissing their cheek softly.

“I already told Anya and Ben to use protection and they nearly hit me for it,” River chuckled, walking Frankie out of the club and toward his truck. Frankie’s hands were still shaking as he grabbed for his keys. “You want me to drive?” River asked, holding out their hand.

Frankie battled with himself for a second before nodding, handing his keys over to them. “Thank you,” he mumbled, making his way over to the passenger seat.

The drive home was quiet. Frankie was obsessively picking at his nails, not used to having polish covering them. River kept looking over at Frankie worriedly, unsure what was going on. They knew he’d tell them when he was ready but they couldn’t help but feel useless at this moment.

Once they were inside River’s apartment, Frankie quietly untied his boots and went to the bathroom to clean all the stuff off his face. River got Jonsey his food for the night and went into their bedroom, changing into boxer briefs and Frankie’s Iron Maiden t-shirt. Once changed, they knocked on the bathroom door softly. “You decent?”

They heard a few sounds on the other side of the door, mostly of the fake piercings hitting the counter, before he answered shakily, “Yeah, c’mon in.”

River opened the door and smiled sadly at Frankie’s now-bare face. “There he is,” they smiled, stepping further into the small bathroom to hold his face. They kissed the tip of his nose and pressed their hands on his broad chest. “Go get comfy and I’ll be there in a sec, ok?”

Frankie nodded, almost on autopilot, and made his way into River’s bedroom to change.

When River made their way back into their bedroom, their own face now bare and hair pulled back in a loose braid, Frankie was already curled up in the blankets. His bare back faced them as he lay on his side, so River crawled into the sheets to wrap their arms around him. They cuddled his back close to their chest, rubbing their hands over his soft tummy comfortingly.

“You wanna tell me what happened?” River asked softly into Frankie’s curls, now freed from their gelled prison.

Frankie sighed quietly, lacing his fingers with River’s free hand. “In the morning? I promise I will, I just,” he paused. “I just wanna sleep it off first.”

“Of course,” River hummed, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Frankie’s head. “I’ll be here.”

Cold. Heavy rain. A series of gunshots. And then, euphoria.

Frankie startled awake, covered in cold perspiration. He panted hard, trying to blink the room back into view.

River blinked awake, Frankie’s heaving chest rising and falling quickly underneath their hands. “Babe?” they asked, voice thick with sleep.

Cold. Heavy rain. A series of gunshots. And then—

“Frankie,” River’s voice came through clearly, sounding more awake. They tapped on his chest, rolling him onto his back and then pulling him up into a sitting position.

Black spots and blurred vision greeted him as he tried to come back to earth. “I—“ he croaked, starting to cough. He began breathing heavily, shakily.

River’s eyes welled with tears as they watched him, rubbing his back as soothingly as they could. What could they do? They thought about it for a second, then started humming a song softly.

Frankie pressed his large hand to his chest and his throat, trying to get his breathing back to normal. He turned his head to see if he could find someone familiar. When his eyes landed on River’s tired face, a tear fell from his eye. He didn’t want them to see this. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

River continued humming, rubbing soothing circles into Frankie’s back until his heart rate got to a steady rhythm. “Frankie?” they asked softly, eyes searching his pinched face.

Frankie startled a little, almost like he didn’t expect them to say anything. “Riv—“

“Shh, it’s okay. Just making sure you can hear me,” they whispered. They leaned over to kiss his shoulder, the hand not on his back coming up to hold the back of his own hand pressed to his chest. “I’m gonna go get you some water, ok? Don’t move.”

“Nuh,” Frankie mumbled, shaking his head quickly. He wrapped his arms around their waist and pressed his head to their chest. “N-no.”

A shaky breath left River’s lungs, but they nodded, cradling his face and rubbing his back gently. “Alright,” they sighed.

Exhaustion overtook Frankie’s body and he fell asleep. River looked over at their phone on the nightstand and picked it up; 5:28am. They looked at the photo on their lockscreen of Frankie smiling shyly and looking down. They sighed and put the phone down, looking back at Frankie’s sleeping face.

River could wait. They settled back against the pillows and watched the sky outside lighten to a dusty blue, the clouds glowing orange as the sun rose.

When Frankie opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the sun filtering in through the window. Dust motes floated in the shafts of light. His head was pounding.

“You’re awake.”

He lifted his head from River’s chest and saw their yawning face. “Yeah… You’re up early,” he mumbled, biting back his own yawn.

“I never went back to bed,” River smiled sleepily.

Frankie’s face fell. “God, I’m so sorry, mi río.”

River shook their head and sat up against the headboard of the bed. “No, you stop right there. I chose to stay up, okay?” They smiled, rubbing their thumb against his arm. “I wanted to make sure you slept.”

Frankie’s eyes welled with tears and he shook his head, looking down. He took a deep breath before speaking, wanting everything to come out clearly. “I don’t want you to not know what happened,” he looked up at them, big brown eyes glossy. “I don’t want to scare you again,” he whispered.

Heart melting and breaking simultaneously, River nodded in understanding. “Okay. I’m listening,” they said softly.

So, he told them everything. Joining the military at nineteen, figuring himself out. But also what the military did to him mentally, and how he dealt with that. Colombia. River didn’t say much, just taking the time to let Frankie get his thoughts out.

“I understand if this is like, a lot,” Frankie mumbled shakily. He shut his eyes and exhaled. “If you don’t want to—“

“Stop it,” River hummed sadly. “It is a lot to process, but I’m not worried. I mean, I’m worried, because this is something that’s still affecting you, but I’m not going to leave you over this.”

Relief flooded through him and he pressed his forehead against theirs. “How did I get so lucky?” he whispered, smiling softly.

“It was the New Balances. So hot.”

Frankie snorted, his shoulders shaking slightly until he barked out a loud laugh. “Shut the fuck up,” he giggled, tickling their sides.

River squealed with giggles, falling onto their back. Frankie kept going until they had tears streaming down their cheeks and he was hovering over them. They slowly caught their breath, watching each other’s faces quietly.

“Te amo, mi río,” Frankie hummed, cupping their cheek.

River’s heart stopped and they bit their lip. They looked down at Frankie’s collarbone, not answering right away.

Frankie panicked a little, his eyes widening. “Sh-shit, um, I’m sorry—“

“No, it’s okay,” River’s eyes shut as they shook their head a little. They held his hand against their face so he wouldn’t take it away. “I… I’m not sure I’m ready to… to say that back. But I want to. God, do I want to.”

Frankie exhaled shakily and he nodded, cheeks burning.

“It’s just… I haven’t been in a real relationship in a long time. I still… I still identified as a woman when I did. No one’s ever… b-been with me like… like this,” River gulped, finally looking back up into his eyes again. “It’s always just been flings and hookups.”

Frankie was quiet, processing what they were saying. “Okay,” he muttered. “I don’t want you to say it until you’re ready. I just needed to let you know,” he smiled softly.

River’s heart skipped a beat. “I’m glad you did.”

“Me too,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss them softly.

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harperonni · 6 years ago

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“Un sábado típico”- Coco Modern AU drabble

A modern AU drabble featuring the Rivera children and a few shenanigans eyy Modern AU was pretty much built for fluff and cute scenarios and I?? just suddenly got the urge to write this so I hope you guys like it?? Fandom: Coco Modern AU imector implied, oc x canon ships

The four year old twins were more than happy to be playing together without their older primo’s mischievous interruptions. This Saturday, Santiago was with his Papá, their tío Óscar, in the workshop. Their primo had been in tío Óscar’s lap the last they saw, excitedly asking questions about shoe-making as Óscar and their Papá Felipe had attempted to keep up in answering and working on orders at the same time. Both were unsure about how long Santiago’s attention would be kept (Or how long it would take for tía Imelda to kick him out of the workshop), and they deserved to play with no annoying primos about. They had finished all their homework and were bursting to stretch their legs. The twin girls were both quietly grateful Santiago’s attention was somewhere other than how to annoy them. He was only older than them by five months but that was enough to hold it over them with teasing words as he stuck his tongue out at them from across the room. Jorge was older than Santiago (Only by a year, but older nonetheless), and always had more of a say over the three when present, but he was in the garden with his mamá Leonor, eagerly potting plants and listening to his mamá’s words about plant care like they were gospel. They were pretty sure prima Coco was playing with prima Fifi, but the twins had given up on the idea of asking both to join their fun. “Coco’s too old!” Violeta stated, matter-of-factually when their tío Hector had asked them over the dinner table about playing together a week ago. Coco had rolled her eyes, smiling gently as she continued to eat. “Fifi’s too young!” Ovidia nodded as Fifi babbles from her highchair, Leonor leaning back a little when she smacks her plate and sends a bit of food flying. The two reach over and hold hands. “And we like playing together.” The two concluded. Hector looked between them with a grin and chuckled, shaking his head. “Aye, it’s scary how much like your Papá y tío you two are…” He mumbled. The twins had frowned, and exchanged a confused look. They were nothing like their tío Óscar and Papá Felipe. They were girls, Papá Felip y tío Óscar were not! The adults at the table found it funny though, Imelda and Valeria especially, and were quickly talking about it as Jorge snuck a tamale over onto Santiago’s plate, who beamed in response, the brothers exchanging a glance before continuing their dinners, while also pretending to be apart of the adults conversation, grinning and glancing toward whoever was talking.

The girls were instant that they were completely different, and they pointed it out to mamá that day as she helped pull back Violeta’s hair into a ponytail identical to her hermana’s before they went out to play in the courtyard. “Indeed you are, Ustedes pequeños diablos.” Valeria nuzzled her nose against Violeta affectionately making the small girl giggle and did the same to Ovidia, who whined her embarrassment, but smiled all the same. “I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me, play safe and stay in the courtyard ¿Entendido?” The twins nodded, their annoyance forgotten and both bouncing from suppressing their eagerness to race out into the courtyard. “Sí, mamá.” The two chorused enthusiastically. Valeria grinned and gently ruffled the tops of their heads before standing. “Have fun, niñas.” With that the two raced to the door, getting stuck as both squeezed past each other in the door frame before popping free and racing toward the well in the centre of the courtyard. Valeria snorted, watching the leave, before making her way to the kitchen.

Ovidia screamed, glancing behind her to see her twin trailing behind her, hands out to grab her. She veered to the left sharply, and Violeta stumbled to change directions as Ovidia ran around the other side of the well. Violeta gave chase, following her twin around the unending loop of the well. She paused suddenly, and twisted about on her feet, screaming in surprise when Ovidia yelped, and scrambled to run the other way. Violeta let out a noise of annoyance as her hand grazed Ovidia’s top. “I got you!” Violeta yelled, but still continued to chase. “No!” Ovidia yelled over her shoulder, a grin wide on her cheeks. “You have to touch me, and you didn’t! You’re still it!” Violeta grumbled, but complied, her pace slowing as she thought of a way to catch her twin. “Can’t catch me!” Ovidia teased, halting on the other side of the well when Violeta came to a stop, her arms out as she smiled, wide and proud.

Both were huffing, at a silent stalemate as the other tried to watch and figure the other’s next move. Violeta glanced about the well and frowned. She didn’t want to run around the stupid thing any more, she couldn't seem to ever catch up to Ovidia! But maybe… She leapt forward and jumped up onto the cobblestone, striding over the wooden boards covering the well with quick thuds and Ovidia yelped, catching on and darting off in the opposite direction. Ovidia ran around the tree looming in the courtyard and Violeta huffed.

“Not fair, Violeta!” She whined. “You can’t keep running behind stuff!” “Can too!” Ovidia retorts, running behind the tree one side and appearing on the other, leaning out from behind the large trunk with a grin. “I’m doing it now!” She laughs. Violeta huffed and leapt forward as Ovidia sqeaked and ducked back around the tree’s trunk, leaping over the roots with practiced ease. Violeta’s brow furrowed, more determined than ever to catch up with her sister and be chased, rather than chasing. Ovidia stumbled, the tip of her foot snagging at the dirt and she stumbled, slowing to catch her bearings. Violeta leaps and grabs her, arms wrapping around her sister’s waist and pulling her back from falling with triumphant cry. “Got you!” She cried excitedly as her twin moaned. “I got you! Now you chase me!” Ovidia giggles when Violeta releases her with a small shove and races to run by the wall, and Ovidia follows, weaving down the same beeline her twin made.

Valeria stands near the kitchen window, drying a mug with a grey cloth, watching the two girls scream and run a-muck. Felipe enters the kitchen adjusting his glasses. His work apron is off and glances up toward Valeria as he approaches her. “Valeria?” She grins, nodding toward the window. Her husband stands next to her, confused. His expression melts into a warm smile at the sight of his daughters catching each other in a small loop of tags, both growing increasingly frustrated at not being able to run an inch when the other just tags them immediately. “Aye, those two have hardly been out fifteen minutes and they have dust all over them. I just washed those dresses this morning!” Valeria says with no real edge to her voice. Felipe chuckles and makes his way over to the dry kitchenware that has yet to be put away. “You say that as though it wouldn’t happen.” Amusement creeps into his voice as he puts a few dishes away to be used later. Valeria turns to him with a roll of her eyes. “Still...” She sighs. “At least they still have clothes for tomorrow.” Felipe nods with a hum. As Valeria goes to hand him the dried mug a small figure appearing in the kitchen doorway catches her attention and she glances toward Santiago stood awkwardly by the door frame. “Hola, Santi.” Valeria greets him and he grins lopsidedly, shuffling out into the middle of the doorways frame, arms behind his back. “Hola, tía Valeria y tío Felipe.” His arms shift behind his back and Valeira raises a brow at him. “Did you need something, niño?” She asks, eyeing him carefully. The small boy grins a little wider. “Can I borrow the scissors? Por favor?” He beams, blinking innocently up at her with his sweetest face. Valeria shots Felipe an unamused glance as he frowns a little, uncertain. Valeria raises her head, a hand settling on her hips. “Have you asked your mamá or papá about using the scissors?” She asked carefully. Santiago’s smile wilts a little and he glances to the side, shuffling his feet. He shrugs and mumbles. “¿Perdón?” Valeria asks, tilting her head. “No…” Santiago mumbles a little louder, pointing an annoyed glare at the floor. Valeria nods a little. “You know the rules, Santiago.” She says and the boy nods. He shuffles back out of the kitchen and Valeria shakes her head, finally grinning at Felipe glances toward her. “He’s old enough to handle scissors, Vally.” He pulls her close in a hug and Valeria leans her head against his chest, the mug still in her hands. “Is he, though?” She asks, and Felipe makes small noise in the back of his throat. “Imelda, Leo and Óscar were very clear about keeping an eye on him after the last scissor incident.” Valeria reminds him pointedly. Felipe grimaced a little, thinking back to a year ago when Santiago was caught with a pair of scissors trimming through one of Imelda’s hair ribbons. The boy had gotten a hold of a pair of scissors and mistaken one of Imelda’s ribbons on the table as something he could use as a part of his craft. When confronted by a very angry Imelda staring him down, he’d held up the ribbon (or the snippets left of it) and desperately explained he’d wanted to make a bow for the small doll he was going to give his unborn hermanita. The doll in question was a blue slipper with button eyes,a smile and rosy cheeks stitched into the top that Óscar had made with Santiago to introduce him to shoes earlier in the year. Santiago kept it in his room, hiding it under his pillows when Imelda told him he shouldn’t have a slipper in bed with him. “It’s a shoe, mijo, not a toy.” She told him, glancing pointedly at her hermanitos who shrunk back sheepishly. (Felipe was sure Imelda had caught sight of the slipper under the boy’s pillow, but she never said anything against it again) Finding out why Santiago had been cutting the ribbon (that he promised he didn’t know belonged to Imelda) softened Imelda’s glare, but he was grounded for three days. Leonor calmly explained that he had to ask about using the scissors until he was a little older, just in case. He had been watery eyed, but nodded. It had been adorable to watch Santiago beam, full of pride and love, at his newborn baby sister as she thumbed and cuddled the purple ribboned slipper doll, but no one wanted to risk finding shirt arms or bits of pant legs missing. “I suppose your right.” Felipe hums. “I’m sure Óscar will make sure he doesn’t do anything too reckless…” Valeria scoffs and pulls away, taking the mug over to the cupboard with a grin “You and Óscar-” She began as she opens the cupboard and places the mug in, “-Would let those kids rob a bank if they begged enough.” “That’s not true!” Felipe insists with a huff, standing a little straighter. At that moment, a scuffle comes from the hallway and Felipe turns as Ovidia and Violeta stumble over each other, giggling quietly to themselves. They glance up, notice their Papá and grin identically from ear to ear, dimples clear in their cheeks. “¡Papá!” The girls squeal and Felipe immediately grins, kneeling down to catch the two as they leap toward him. He snuggles them as they press their faces into his shoulders.

“Hola, mi niñas preciosa.” He coos, squeezing them before setting them down, and Valeria smirks a little wider, shaking her head in a subtle movement. As Felipe stands, Ovidia reaches up and pulls his hand, keeping him leaning a little as she tugs excitedly.

“¡Papá, Papá! Can we borrow a bed sheet? ¿Por favor?”

Felipe blinks, confused “A- A bed sheet?” He asks, brow lifting.

Violeta grabs his other hand, bouncing on her toes and distracting him briefly.

“We’ll bring it back when we’re done, ¡nosotros prometemos!”

“¿Por favor, Papá?” The twins plead, squeezing Felipe’s hand as he glances between them, his scepticism melting into a loving smile as he watches their excited smiles.

“Ah… Well, I suppose-” Valeria comes next to him, clearing her throat loudly. He catches her folding her arms with a knowing look. He blinks over at her, confused for a moment before something clicks in his brain and he glances back toward his daughters, slipping his hands out of their and folding his arms, attempting to put up a more stern front.

“W-Wait. “ He stammers, before frowning at the two, nearly faltering again at their identical expressions “¿Why do you need a bed sheet, niñas?”

Violeta runs over to Valeria and hugs her legs, burying her face into her mamá’s jeans with a smile. Valeria smooths down her daughters hair and watches Ovidia, who’s grin doesn't falter one bit.

“We want to make a tent!” She exclaims.

“By the tree!” Violeta pipes in.

“Or the well.” Ovidia mutters and they both share a look before smiling back at their parents

“We’re gonna camp-”

“-Outside tonight!”

Valeria huffs. “Oh?” She folds her arms. She glances toward Felipe who looks between the girls, knowing the answer but faltering under the girls eager grins. He looks to Valeria pleadingly. Valeria sighs, holding her gaze on him for a moment before relenting and gently placing a hand on Violeta’s head.

“I’m afraid you can’t tonight, hijitas.” The girls smiles drop.

“But-” Violeta begins.

“-Why?” Ovidia asks, disappointed.

“It’ll be time to make dinner soon, and you can’t sleep outside under a bed sheet. You’ll catch a cold, and think of how dirty your clothes will get if you’re sleeping in the dirt!” Valeria explains, frowning sternly. “Not tonight, niñas.” The twins turn to Felipe who winces as they fix him pleading looks. “Papá…” Both begin, and Felipe scratches the back of his neck before shaking his head. “Your mamá’s right, niñas” He begins. “You’ll get cold-” “Not if we have extra sheets-” Violeta cuts in, leaning away from Valeria's legs and glancing between her parents. “It’s a ‘no’, mija.” Felipe repeats, a more stern edge reaching his voice and both girls glance toward each other, wincing in disappointment. Valeria tuts, and strokes Violeta’s head. Violeta shuffles back toward Ovidia and both hold hands, glancing toward the floor. Felipe’s expression softens and he scoops the two up into a hug, heads pressing underneath his chin as she they curl against him. “We’re just looking out for you two.” He mumbles as Valeria presses a hand against his back and curls her other arm around the girls. “We know.” Vio mumbles. “We know.” Ovi repeats. Felipe bounces them a little in his arms and smiles a little. “Beside, it’s-” He glances at Valeria who raises a brow at him, “-It’s only no for tonight!” Valeria’s expression falls as she raises an eyebrow at him. The twins pulls themselves back to look up their Papá hopefully. He grins at them. “Maybe another night we can set you two up a proper tent in the courtyard.” The girls look to each other and then back to Felipe nodding excitedly.

“¡Sí!” “Yeah!” They nod, ecstatic. Felipe grins and presses individual kisses to both their foreheads before putting them down. “Now make sure you two clean up if you want to help with dinner.” Valeria tells them as they run over and hug her ankles. “You’re the best, mamá y papá!” Violeta says and Ovidia nods. Valeria bites back a small comment as she sends Felipe a side-eyed glance. Her husband shrugs, helpless, and she sighs tiredly. The two watch the girls pull away, holding hands as they exit the kitchen, talking back and forth animatedly. Valeria folds her arms and leans into Felipe. “The tent was your idea.” She says, “So you’d best be ready to be hearing about that for the next week.” Felipe shrugs, an arms looping around his wife’s waist. “That’s fine with me.” He says. He glances to the side, suddenly uncertain. “I’m sure we still have the tent somewhere.” He mumbles thoughtfully. Valeria snorts as she turns toward him, hands resting against his chest and smoothing the creases down it. “Looks like I was wrong.” He blinks at her as she continues to brush down his shirt, “You wouldn’t let them rob a bank-” She smirks up at him. “-You’d help them rob it.” Felipe grins sheepishly before leaning in and kissing her.

Please let me know if you guys have any other drawing or writing ideas for this lill AU bc I love doing stuff for it omg! Let me know if you liked it or if there’s anything I need to fix aaaaaaa Thanks for reading, guys ^^

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miiscreants · 3 years ago

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Finally dropping some info on one my million ocs...

Insonne was born Aria De Santis to a family who owned several restaurants and music venues around Italy. The De Santis were known as a family of musicians who just happen to make great pastas as well. Aria grew up around music all her life, and, and she says that her farthest memory was of hearing her mother singing a canto when she was still in the womb.

Aria had the gift of music and having a heavenly voice that would bring people to weep when she sang in the choir during Sunday mass. Her voice was so special, it was said that it would soothe the terminally ill when she would visit the elderly at the hospital. Her family knew she had to hone this gift, as it was beyond their skills already. They paid private instructors, flew in professionals, sent her out to get schooling. Aria's career as an opera musician was indeed blooming.

What she didn't know was that her family had been struggling to keep the restaurants and venues afloat, as well as keep her training up. They had to resort to borrowing money from the mafia in exchange to use their business as a way to launder money for them. This was kept a secret until one day she returned home to find sketchy men all over the place, disrespecting her mother and father who were trying to upkeep the place from looking run down. Aria didn't like this and dared to stand up to the thugs who were littering the spot her mother had already cleaned up. Big mistake, as she found herself knowing the truth about who her parents had made deals with, and she had no choice but follow orders as well.

Forward a few years, the mafia had suddenly been dissolved, and a new one was formed under the name of Passione. This worried Aria, who now had to figure out how to please the new leadership and not have her elderly parents get punished for something they didn't do. She ended up having to confront Polpo who assured her that as long as she passed his test and become loyal to the boss she wouldn't have to worry about her family and that their debts would be forgiven.

This was the day she became known as Insonne who now possessed Nightwish. A humanoid stand that resembles a white dove with bright sky blue eyes. When its birdsong is heard, it causes those it targets to fall into a slumber and dream. The dream is very lucid, and it is used as a test of sorts to see how quickly one can overcome what is thrown at them. Insonne can cancel its effects at will, but often lets the full sleep cycle run its course. If, when the affected do wake up, they won't remember the last five hours of their day.

She was a member of La Squadra for some time and joined when Risotto did too and met the previous leader as well as Sorbet and Gelato. In her time with LS she met its new members when Risotto took over as their new leader. She is a rather silent and reserved woman who, according to Illuso, “commands your attention when her voice is heard.” He also once told Ghiaccio (who was the only member to not meet her) “her voice is so calming to listen, it makes you want to sleep.”

Aria left once the old capo of her original territory was killed and was assigned to look over. She has her own little team that helps her do her duties. Among them she has her youngest member, Soppressata.

#✧ — messii speaks ❨ ooc. ❩#my ocs

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splashaxis · 3 months ago

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Bottoms Up borrower! 🥂

so this is actually not connected to my other story but I really liked @arc852 ‘s BBBCAU and wanted to borrow (pun intended) the idea! Arc has been a big inspiration to me so thank you for creating such lovely work :3

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Santiago had just moved out of his parent’s burrow, he had actually stayed way longer than most borrowers did.

Typically borrowers would leave between the ages of 12-18, and even then 18 was if you were lucky.

But Santi’s family was different. This is not to say that borrowers don’t love their families, it’s just not safe to have more than one or two borrowers per house.

With that being said, Santi had moved into a new house that was at least a few hours by human measurements away. He had snuck into the neighbors bag, who was traveling to see her son’s new dwelling and visit with his flatmates.

The lady looked very serious and actually owned a two wheeler thingy (motorcycle). She also looked very tough, short hair, and she had a fair bit of muscle too.

After a boring ride in the truck of the no-longer neighbor lady, they arrived at the son of the lady’s suite. It was a decent size and seemed good for borrowing, all that was left was to scope out the humans.

After hours of observing the humans, Santi had basically gathered that the lady’s son was like a brother to 3 other beans. His mum took a special liking to the only other girl though, even she had short hair that made her look a bit boyish and matched one of the other guys haircuts.

He didn’t know what her actual name was but he found out her nickname was Poc. She was an engineering student who was trying to train to go to space. Her degree also expanded to motorsports since she was an obvious fan.

Poc’s haircut matched George’s fluffy dark hair. Even though his hair was dark, George had the lightest hair of the group. He was studying to become a bioengineer.

Corbin and Oden looked very similar, nothing sharing black shaggy hair. The main difference being how they dressed, with Corbin sporting a white headband and tying his hair up. Oden on the other hand dressed a lot like his mother, sporting more metal and motorcycle vibes. Corbin was studying to become a mechanical engineer and Oden was training to become a pilot.

Once Oden’s mother had left they all ate dinner and went to their rooms respectively. Poc was the only one to bring up a snack.

Poc brought up a small bowl of dark chocolate chips. She was originally going to study but she abruptly went to her bed.

‘She probably won’t be the best to borrow from’ Santi thought. He had noticed that even though she had lots of useful things for a borrower such as himself, she was very chaotic and unpredictable. She also had sleeping problems according to what Corbin had mentioned earlier ‘I bet the other guy with the headband or the fluffy haired boy would be better’

Just as he was about to leave however, he heard footsteps running from the other rooms into hers. “Poc are you ok? I got your message…” the boy known as Oden asked softly.

Huh maybe the human had sent her friend a silent message? Whatever, it’s non of his business.

“Yeah… I don’t know why this is happening right now though?” Poc started a slight panic “I was getting better!” She half whined and half yelled.

“I know…” was all Oden uttered with an unreadable expression “well maybe it’s all this stress or you over working yourself” he suggested hopefully “just try and get some rest…” they hugged before he stood up and silently left the room.

A few minutes passed by and it didn’t look like Poc would get up any time soon. Her eyes were closed and her brows slow and heavy. Luckily she had left the chocolate on her desk. That only meant one thing for Lance.

He would get a nice chocolate treat and she would be none the wiser.

Before Oden had taken his leave he turned off the desk light, leaving only some fairly lights dimly lit across the ceiling.

Santi waited a few more minutes before carefully sliding into the open area of the desk. He ran and ducked behind the still opened laptop that had gone dark about 15 minutes ago, and took off his handmade backpack.

He gingerly reached towards the bowl and grabbed a single chip of chocolate. His plan was to get two or thee of the morsels but decided to splurge even more than he already was and run with four.

On his way back to the walls unbeknownst to him, the human was looking right at him and caught a glimpse of what he looked like.

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oh my gosh that was a lot of writing and words lol also I’m so sorry but I don’t have a beta reader and it’s like the middle of the night so no beta today

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