#hola amigo from my corner of hell!

[thehelltingvilleclub]

Hola mis amores un saludo des Perú

May could give you a kiss..?

Las amigas que se besan son la mejor compañía 🥺❤️‍🔥

>sadako_chan.exe has stopped working_ >reboot_ >Y | N ?_

Guys careful don't give her actual brain damage--

her brain's gonna start actually melting with all the affection bro

[shadyteacup]

Congrats on 300 followers! You really deserve it cuz you're so talented and amazing. Can I request a angst prompt 11 with dazai thank you ❤️

Hola amigo! Thanks sm :D

Here's some sad angst... n no, it doesn't have a fluffy end... :(

Osamu Dazai + “Tell me you don’t want to leave. Say I’m enough to make you stay. I know it’s not true, but please just say it.”

Warnings: Angst, strong language. || Word count: somewhere around 1600, ig..

Get Out

You were an observant person. You were pretty sharp and thoughtful. You weren’t dumb. In fact, you were smarter than the average John or Jane Doe. You never ignored any signs or forewarnings that your brain threw at you. You always reported if something seemed fishy. You have never ignored someone’s wrong doings before.

But then again, there’s a first time for everything.

Sighing, you opened the door for your boyfriend.

“Hey.”

You said as you turned around almost immediately, ignoring his smile. Walking inside, you sat back at your desk, resuming your work.

Dazai stepped in, confused and worried. He had a lot on his mind as of late. He had to maintain a perfect balance between home and work, and it was taking a toll on his wellbeing. He hoped it wasn’t affecting your mental state. Maybe seeing him depressed all the time was lowering your spirits? He dearly hoped that wasn’t the case, for he was trying really hard to relieve his stress before coming home. He tried his best to stay happy and come home with a smile.

He threw his coat on the couch, kicking his shoes off and getting himself a glass of water. He was tired and parched.

As he gulped down the heavenly liquid, he observed you from the corner of his eye. You were staring at the screen, hands frozen above the keyboard. You were thinking about something. It worried him. Your random zone out sessions made him question his behaviour. Was he being rude or mean to you? Was he the cause of your constant worry?

“Y/N?”, he called out to you, trying to get you to snap out of it.

You flinched slightly, peering at him through your lashes.

“Hmm?”

He walked over to hug you from behind, but you got up, effectively avoiding him.

“What’s wrong?”

He furrowed his brows, reaching out to grab onto your sleeve.

You froze at the contact.

“Why don’t you get changed? We can have dinner then.”

Dazai held onto you, determined to get an answer out of you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Why are you ignoring me?”

“I ordered Thai food today. Its from that new restraint around the corner. Riddhi really recommends it.”

“Stop ignoring me. And who’s Riddhi?”

“My friend. You haven’t met her.”

You tried pulling out of his grasp, but he pulled you forward, holding onto both your arms, now.

“Look at me. Y/N.”

You sighed, avoiding his gaze.

“Why don’t you get changed? I’ve picked out a shirt for you. It’s on the bed.”

Dazai was fed up with your aloof behaviour. You had been acting strange and distant for weeks now. Everyday was the same. He would come home to you acting weird, you would ask him to change, and only then would you let him touch you. He was tired of this bullshit. He had tried asking you politely and patiently, but every time you evaded his questions. He was done with beating around the bush.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? What the hell have I even done?!”

He shook you, trying to pry an answer from you.

“Answer me! Tell me! What is it? Whatever it is, I’m sure we can figure it out. But you must tell me first. You have to speak. Say something!”

You ignored him, looking down at the carpeted floor.

Dazai sighed, letting go of your arms.

“Do you even care about us?”, he asked you.

“Tell me you don’t want to leave. Say I’m enough to make you stay. I know it’s not true, but please just say it”.

You whispered.

Dazai stared at you, confused.

“Of course, you’re enough. Tell me if you care. Do you even love me?”

You stepped back, trying to control your emotions.

“You’re the one going around fucking others. Unlike you, I actually care, Dazai.”

You whispered, afraid to look him in the eye. It had been weeks since you had smelled that perfume on him. It was sweeter than his own but had a musky undertone to it. That, paired with the random marks all over his body, was enough to convince you that he was having an affair. He was smart; he had tried subduing the perfume by carrying his own cologne with him and reapplying it after the deed was done. Whoever he was with probably supported him, as they always bit near the marks you had left. Your marks and their marks coincided.

Only you knew which marks were fresh and which were old. They didn’t know this, and often nipped at partially healed skin, reviving the bruise and giving it a nasty purple hue. That was a clear indication.

What disgusted you is that the person Dazai was sleeping with knew that he was cheating on his partner, and was supporting him by playing along with his plans.

The extra hours were also a clear give away. You had even called Yosano and Kunikida to ensure that the agency had called it a day. Both of them had told you that everyone had left the office, while your boyfriend claimed to be in a client meeting with Kunikida.

It was laughable how incompetent he considered you to be. Did he really think his half assed attempts at covering up would fool you?

“What the hell are you saying-”

“Don’t act dumb. I’m not stupid, you know that.”

Dazai continued his act, hoping to prove you wrong by putting it all on you.

“I’m a loyal partner, Y/N. Just because I’ve been having more work load lately, doesn’t mean you go around assuming shit about me. I honestly thought you were better than this.”

You sighed, finally meeting his gaze.

The dead look in them proved to him that he was caught. He could not do anything to fool you. You knew.

“It started three weeks ago, on Monday. You went to work at eight, came home around eleven. Work hours end at 6. You were smelling different. It was distinct. You never wear perfumes that have a sweet undertone.”

You stared at him dead in the eye, shutting him up with your gaze. He would not dare to come up with stupid excuses. Not with you looking at him like that.

“You had a hickey on your neck, on a spot that I hadn’t covered. You tried covering it up with makeup, but it wore off pretty quick. Ever since then, you have been visiting your secret friend daily. I’m guessing you go at least three rounds, since you come home so tired.”

“That’s just disgusting!”

“I thought so too. But it does tire you, doesn’t it? That’s the reason you come home so worn out. You go around having sex, and you’ve been trying to hide it from me for three weeks now. Tell me I’m wrong.”

His lack of reaction and the look of guilt plastered all over his face was as loud as a confession.

“Whoever it is, is blonde.”

He looked at you shocked.

“How-”

“I found strands all over your coat.”

He rubbed his forehead with his palm.

“You like them, don’t you? Its not just physical, is it?”

You asked with a sad smile.

“How do you know all this?”, he asked, devastated at the fact that you knew everything going on.

“I know you too well. I actually paid attention to our relationship. I cared.”

He ran a hand through his messy locks. He had been so stressed lately, he had to find an outlet. He wasn’t one to stay in any relationship for long, but he actually cared about you. He hadn’t meant to hurt you, which is why is never broke up with you. He was bored of the thing you both shared, but he knew that you cared. So, he pretended to be equally invested.

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“Because I wanted to continue this thing for as long as I could. But not anymore. I’m done.”

He widened his eyes at you. He had not expected you to end this. He might have been bored, but he still cared for you. He loved you. He didn’t want to let go yet.

“Y/N, we can work this out. Please don’t leave.”

He begged you, trying to come closer to you. You stepped back.

“Please don’t. I can’t handle your smell. That scent repels me.”

He gasped, finally realising why you didn’t let him touch you.

“The perfume is a constant reminder of my...”

“Yeah.”

“And you tolerated all that, for so long. All for us.”

You nodded, turning away.

“But it doesn’t matter anymore. Thanks to your intense questioning, I’m finally free.”

“It doesn’t have to end, Y/N! We can work this out!”

“No, we can’t. I’m not enough for your boredom, and I’m not willing to become someone else just to please you.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry, please don’t- ”

You smiled bitterly at him, before opening the door of your apartment, signalling to him.

“Get out, and only come back to get your stuff. Goodbye, Osamu.”

This story features one of my close friends, Riddhi. I had fallen short of names to use n though why not write about an actual friend? She's not on tumblr, unfortunately. Damn I miss going out with her... anyways, hope u liked it! N sorry for the rant :p

[teddy06writes]

1955 Chevy Delray

requested by outsiders anon: "Hola mi bueno amigo. Sorry for the lack of ideas recently, had a wifi issue, definitely didn't make the wifi box implode ofc not what u on about ofc ofc. The angst in the last one I'm 😩😭👍 chefs kiss. U know, I don't see a lot of Steve stuff, probably because I don't search for it 👀. But, how about Y/N being an absolute ACAB legend and stealing a car and bringing it to Steve like 🥺👉👈 for u. Or any other character ofc. xoxo, ur acquaintance bae - outsiders anon"

{Rip your wifi I guess Outsiders anon; also you've brought out the vintage car person I secretly am, this story is based off the 1955 Chevy 210 Delray for sale at Volo Auto}

{also also Volo Auto Museum my beloved (like actually I love that place) it's so cool there}

Steve Randle x Reader

Trigger warnings: swearing, a clear show of knowledge that I technically don't poses, fuck 12

Premise: You knew that Steve had been talking about trying to get one for a while, so when the opportunity arises you happen to take one for a test drive...

{so delrays aren't that rare or anything now, and they certainly weren't then, but it would be a nice ass car compared to what the greasers would be used to}

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You'd just been out for a walk, bumming around closer to the west side of town.

When you saw it, just sitting there by the curb, sunlight reflecting off the shinny yellow paint job, you couldn't help but grin, glad that you'd brought your tools.

Glancing around, you found that it had been mostly abandoned, the owner probably off in one of the shops that lined the street.

Slowly you moved around to the drives side, testing the handle.

Groaning, you found it locked, but it didn’t take too long to Jimmy the lock. The handle was scratched to shit by the end, but you knew someone that would be more than happy to fix it.

Pulling open the door you sat down in the front seat, not taking the time to admire the ivory and emerald interior as you glanced up and down the mostly empty street again before pulling out the flat head and hammer from your coat.

In a all too practiced manner you jammed the flat head into the ignition, glancing back to the shop as you heard the door open.

You paused, quickly reaching over to lock the doors before continuing, using the hammer to pound it in the rest of the way, muttering, "Sure as hell hope he can fix the cylinder."

As you sat up properly, you turned trying to hide your panic as a large group of people left the shop, dispersing along the street.

"Ohhhh Shit." You muttered.

Turning the flat head as though it was a key, you did your best to look natural.

"Come on, come on, come on," You muttered, trying again, "Just turn over!"

There was a knock on the window, "Excuse me, are you sure this is your car?"

"Uhhhh...." You hesitated, looking up at the woman.

"I'm going to assume not. Look kid, I'll give you a chance to go away, but if your not out in two minutes i'm calling the police."

"This is my mothers car," You lied, "She lost the keys and told me to try and get it working enough to get home-"

"mmhmmm." The lady was already beginning to walk toward the phone booth.

"Shit!" You exclaimed, now there would surely not be enough time to open the steering column.

"Oh, look, there she is now!" You half waved at a random woman walking down the other side of the street, who confusedly waved back, "Just getting it started now ma!"

She frowned but nodded, and you quickly rolled the window back up, trying again.

"Come on, come on, come on," You knew you were dangerously close to flooding the engine, and you would be in even deeper shit if the cops showed, and by the looks of the woman standing by the line for the phone booth, they might.

By some miracle, or maybe sheer force of will, the engine turned over and you breathed a sigh of relief, tossing the hammer into the passengers seat and quickly pulling away from the curb.

"Wait! That's not-"

The yell of the woman disappeared behind you as you took off, rounding the corner sharply, and wincing as the back end scraped a passing car.

"Holy shit." You muttered, turning into an ally and crossing through onto a different main road, headed the long way back to the east side.

If you were lucky, the lady hadn't taken the plate numbers, and if you were lucky Steve would be able to fix what ever damage you were inflicting by heading out of the city to loop around.

Sometime later, you managed to pull up outside of the DX, coming to a stop in front of the garage and leaning out the reopened window, "Stevie look what I scored!"

"Holy shit (y/n)!" He quickly abandoned the can of oil he'd been toting, running out to the car, "Holy shit!"

You grinned, "'s a 55, green interior, leather, bench seats the works. Plus it's got all the extra shit, Steve it's even got fender skirts!"

"I can see that," He breathed, "Turn it off a second, I wanna see under the hood."

You frowned, quickly pulling the flat head back out of the ignition, "Oh yeah, the only problem is that I definitely fucked the ignition cylinder getting it started, and partially flooded the engine."

"I'll fix it Doll, don't worry." He grinned, leaning against the side of the car.

"Good. I'll see what I can do about the plates, and then we'll have our own real car."

"We? W- Doll you stole this it's sort of yours, not mine." Steve protested.

You laughed, "You drive a piece of shit Steve, and if I go home with this I'll get my ass beat."

"(y/n)-"

"Shush, my minds made up. Just promise this is the only car you'll pick me up in for dates." You chuckled.

"Easy deal." He grinned, leaning down to kiss you through the open window.

[erensproudsimp]

Confession

Jean kirschtein x reader Oneshot

⚠ Sexual Content Ahead ⚠

Summary : You didn't want to admit your feelings to Jean in fear of losing him until tables were turned.

"I wonder how much everyone changed after all this time", you said staring at the moving landscape through the windshield.

"I'm pretty sure there's a lot to catch up with friends you haven't met since one year", Annie replied from the driver's seat.

"I bet Historia and Ymir must be dating by now", you chuckled.

"That wouldn't be much of a shocker to me to be honest", Annie added face straight at the road.

It's been one year since your friend group graduated university and because everyone was preoccupied with their individual lives, y'all didn't have the opportunity to meet up. Until today as Jean had organised a party at his mansion. The thought of his name made your face feel hot. For as long as you can remember you've always felt a certain type of way towards that horse face.

"Thinking about him huh", Annie said noticing the redness on your cheeks.

'Wha- what do you mean? No I'm not thinking of Jean", you responded frantically looking away.

" I didn't say a name though." You could see Annie smirking in the corner of your eyes.

"Don't you think it's high time you tell him about your feelings? Who knows he likes you back too and besides you two would actually make a pretty good couple looking back at how both of you were with each other," Annie suggested.

"I don't know about that, Annie, you know I fear rejection", you said dejectedly while reminiscing at the good old days when all you and Jean did was tease the hell out of each other and pull pranks with Sasha and Connie on teachers and the others.

Soon after you reached a grand gate.

"Open up horse face it's me and y/n," Annie said over the radio.

"Yeah yeah and don't call me horse face!" Jean scoffed on the microphone. Hearing his voice made butterflies errupt in your stomach. It was the first time you were coming over his house and damn the boy was rich rich as you looked at the magnificent well-kept garden enriched by a fountain in the middle face-to-face with stairs leading to the three story illuminated building.

When you reached inside, your eyes fell on Mikasa who was lounging on the couch. Shrieking you threw yourself on her, "Oh my god! Oh my god! Mikasa It's been so long!"

"Ahaha! Welcome y/n! I missed you too now stop crushing me," Mikasa coughed from the impact of your bodies colliding.

"Did someone get hurt? Why was there a scream?" Eren inquired coming from what seems to be the kitchen with Armin.

"Oh its just y/n", Armin said as you ran and jumped on him making both of you fall down laughing, "Armiiin! I missed you so much!"

"What's all this commotion about?" Connie asked revealing himself accompanied by Sasha who was savoring a pizza, a quizzical look on her face.

"Gosh I missed you guys so much! where are the rest?" you asked a tear in your right eye.

"Reiner, Berthold, Marco and Jean are setting up the projector to watch a movie and Ymir and Historia haven't reached ye-", Eren was cut off with the arrival of said people.

"Hola amigos! We have news for you all!" Ymir shouted while hugging Historia, "We're finally going out with each other!"

"Tell me why am I not surprised," Annie said as Historia blushed and Ymir just frowned at her words. Just at that moment Jean entered the room alongside with the boys making everyone invited present in the hall.

All the blood in your body rushed to your face as you saw Jean being a totally different person from last year. He grew a goatee on his face and his hair was longer too which seemed to be a mullet. He was wearing a casual grey hoodie and sweatpants yet this was so hot to you.

Your voice was stuck in your throat when you tried to say a word to him but either ways the monent the came he announced that everything was ready for the movie. He didn't even acknowledge your presence or make eye contact with you. It felt odd as you two were so close and he barely looked in your direction.

Everyone proceeded to go to the cinema hall which was located in the basement. You took your seat between Annie and Mikasa and Jean was right behind you. In a few the movie 'Attack on titan' started. Fifteen minutes in and you had already finished all your popcorn so you got up to fetch more from the kitchen. While going out you noticed that Jean and Marco were not in the hall but you choose to ignore it to go fetch your food. Right before you entered your destination you heard two voices coming from a room. You usually don't eavesdrop but the sudden mention of your name intrigued you to do so.

"It's now or never Jean who knows after how long you would finally see y/n again", you heard Marco said to Jean.

"I don't know Marco this seems like a bad decision to me", Jean continued.

"How would you know about that Jean? You think you know how y/n truly feels but you may be wrong you know ", your heart skipped a beat after hearing this.

Did this mean it was what you were thinking?

"Marco, I think it's for the best I don't tell y/n how I feel about her/them", Jean mumbled. So that's why he's been ignoring you. This confirmed your thoughts and under the shock you lost your footing pushing the door you were leaning against open. Jean saw his life flash in front of his eyes when he realised you heard what he said.

"You know what, I am letting you two alone to talk", Marco said taking his leave giving you a reassured look before closing the door behind him

You looked at Jean with soft eyes while he turned his back on you with his hand on the back of his neck. You noticed that the tips of his ears were red and before you could say anything he spoke up.

"So you heard what I said huh, would you please forget about it? I don't want to lose you because you're aware of my feelings for you", Jean said looking down with his back still facing you.

"Jean look at me", you asked him but he refused to do so which resulted in you walking to face him but he still looked away.

You grabbed his face to make him look at you. Jean was expecting you to reject him but instead you pressed your lips against his. His eyes widen at your action and he kissed you back more roughly when it hit him.

You pushed him to the bed as you sat on his lap continuing to makeout with him. His hands roamed around your body from your waist to finally grab your ass and give it a little squeeze.

You pulled back with a string of saliva connecting your mouths and looked him.

He looked at you thinking if only you knew how beautiful you were in his eyes.

"Does this mean you return my feelings?" Jean hopingly asked.

"Who kisses their best friend without feelings moron?" you smiled at him bopping his nose.

At this instant your mouths collided with each other again. Your hand reached down to peel his hoodie off his body and goddamn he was hot. You ran your petite hands against his hard muscular chest and abbs as Jean was looking at you adoringly.

Suddenly he grabbed your chin and attacked your neck with kisses. He ran this tongue on the skin while he unbuttoned your shirt to reveal your red bra. He went down from your neck to your collarbone leaving hickeys behind. A sharp pain followed by pleasure made you purr. He skilfully opened your bra with his one hand while the other was in your hair pulling it.

As your undergarment fell to the floor his jaw dropped at the sight of your perfect boobs in front of him. It felt like a blessing that he was witnessing you in this state. While he was busy gawking at you, you took his big slender hands and placed it on them. His cheeks took a bright red colour.

You grinded on his thighs feeling him getting harder. He let out a soft grunt feeling this sensation. He was sucking on one nipple and pinching the other one which made you throw your head back in absolute bliss.

Jean then advanced into helping you take off your pants leaving you in your panties. The more this man undresses you the more mesmerised he was by your figure. He slid his fingers up and down your cunt feeling how wet he made you when he barely even touched you.

"Would you sit on my face? please", Jean breathed with eyes filled with lust. You felt your clit pulsating at his request and you knew Jean could feel it too on his thigh. You nodded with your flushed face unable to say anything out of embarrassment.

He laid down on the bed as you took off your panties. Climbing on him his hands grabbed your waist guiding you right above his mouth. He ran his tongue through your folds making you lose your breath. He held you still so that you wouldn't move away while he was eating you out. He flicked your bud then inserted his tongue into and out you. You held onto the bed counter for support, your hair falling on your face.

"Jeannn", you moaned as you began riding his face. Jean was delighted let his tongue flat to let you pleasure yourself on him. Moving up and down you ravished this sweet feeling coursing through you. Soon after your legs began trembling signaling you were reaching your climax.

"Go ahead cum on my face please y/n", Jean pleaded and you did as he told. He felt your juices ran down his neck as he was savoring the taste.

"This is the best dinner of my life," he panted as you got off him. Your heart was beating so hard against your ribs as though it would come out.

You returned to your original place on his lap. You helped him take off his sweatpants watching his hard member spring free.

"Are you okay with this?" Jean asked.

"I've waited years to be able to do it so hell yeah I am," shifting yourself on his lap to make his dick right outside your entrance, you slowly inserted it in you. Feeling the neediness grow bigger Jean couldn't take it and pushed you down completely making his dick disappear in you. You bit his shoulder to help you bear with this immense pleasure.

"Fuck y/n you feel so good", Jean moaned being wrapped with your tight walls.

Pulling back from his shoulder you looked at him in the eyes as you rode him, your foreheads touching each other. Your boobs were bouncing from your up and down movement making you look so erotic to Jean. With time you picked more speed and was moving quicker. Jean was losing his mind at this. Your bodies blended into one. Jean bit his lips and grabbed your thighs so hard it was leaving marks. Your lips connected into a sloppy yet passionate kiss.

"Shit y/n I'm reaching my limit"

"Let's cum together Jean"

Jean was thrusting his hips into you out of instinct. The room was filled with the heavy breathing of both of you and the dirty sound of your ass and his thighs clapping.

Your body freezed as you let everything out of you and felt Jean's hot liquid inside of you. You screamed his name against his chest. Removing his dick from you, you sat on his lap looking into each other's eyes.

Suddenly you heard the door open revealing Eren outside.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" the poor boy appologised closing the door as fast as he could.

Jean and you broke into a laughter being happy that one of two finally confessed.

End.

Thank you for reading. :)

[etherealtauruss]

teenage dream (my missing puzzle piece, i’m complete)

read on ao3

this is for @loveyourownsmiilee, definitely wouldn’t have made a whole fic without their sweet comment

“Hey Eds!” Buck sang, placing a firm clap onto the boy’s shoulder, causing him to startle out of his thoughts. 

Eddie shook his best friend off of his body, shooting him a glare.

“First of all, ouch,” he said grimacing at the younger boy. “Second of all, how are you so perky?” 

He grimaced at the time on his phone. 8am. 

Eddie began to walk in the direction of Jackson High, his friend following suit. Buck shrugged while taking a bite of his blueberry muffin, offering up a piece to Eddie while a loose crumb fell from the corner of his mouth. The slightly older boy held up his palm to the younger. As much as he wanted to eat, he physically couldn’t. His nerves were getting the best of him. Plus, Buck made the muffin look absolutely disgusting.

He swallowed the remains of his breakfast, “It’s our first day, Eds. How could I not be?”

But it wasn’t just any first day. It was their first day of high school, and while Buck was known for his cool demeanor; it was insane that he wasn’t even the least bit nervous for this monumental moment.

Eddie felt sick to his stomach. It was like a repeat of 3rd grade. He’d be the loner again. He’d be unhappy again. Buck would find a new group of friends and they’d drift apart. His mind swirled with one too many worst-case scenarios. 

“You’re thinking out loud.”

“W-What?”, was all Eddie managed to squeak out. He hadn’t even realized he zoned out during Buck’s spiel.

“You’re going to be fine. We,” he gestured a finger between the both of them, “are going to be fine. You’ll make friends, I promise.”

“But what if I don’t?”

“You’ll always have me, Eds.”

“And I’ll always have you, Buckaroo.”

* * *

Buck waved Eddie over to a table filled with a fair amount of people. He made his way to the back of the cafeteria as he felt his heart leap into his throat. A rush of doubt flowed through his veins, but before he could get too consumed in his thoughts, Buck spoke.

“Guys, this is my best friend, Eddie.”

Everyone gave Eddie a welcoming smile to which the boy shyly waved. Buck patted the empty chair next to him 

“You saved me a seat?”

“I said I would always have you, didn’t I?”

Buck munched on his sandwich, “Besides, there’s no one I’d rather sit next to than you.” 

Eddie couldn’t help the blush that painted his cheeks as Buck’s last words hung in the air. He pondered at thought of them being more than best friends.

* * *

The boys took the only seats available when they arrived to their last class of the day. Buck was taken back, confused as to why Eddie of all people was in an introductory Spanish class. He brushed it off as a mistake when the teacher began to speak.

“Hola clase, soy la Señora Garcia. Let’s start with an ice breaker, en español, shall we?”

Her freshman class looked at her in bewilderment. In Spanish? But this was an intro course, most of the students had never even uttered a lick of the language.

Eddie spoke up, “Hola, mi nombre es Edmundo Diaz. Soy de El Paso, Texas. Vivo con mi mamá, mi papá, y hermanas. Mi mejor amigo Buck y su hermana Maddie son prácticamente familia, así que también se quedan mucho tiempo.” 

Mrs. Garcia threw a questionable glance between him and the golden-haired boy he was sitting next to. Even upon just meeting them, she knew this was the Buck that Eddie was referring to; plus, Maddie Buckley was in her class three years prior. So, she had seen Buck a few times during school events. The woman noticed the light blush creeping onto Eddie’s face as the silence within the classroom grew louder.

“Muy bien, Edmundo,” she replied, giving him pointed look over the brim of her glasses.

The woman could’ve easily had Eddie transferred into Spanish II, but she let him be. She remembered what it felt like to have a best friend that grounded you. Someone who protected you because you meant the world to them. Somebody to call your own.

She’d let this ‘mix up’ slide.

* * * 

“How did you manage to get detention again?” Eddie questioned, not looking up from the biology textbook.

“Apparently, I was being too disruptive during algebra. Can you believe that?”

Both boys met each other’s gaze and busted out laughing, earning them a shh from the librarian.

“You really need to stay out of trouble, Buckley.”

“Where’s the fun in that, Diaz?” Buck paused for a moment. “Besides, Mr. Turner loves me. He’ll let me go every time.”

Eddie shrugged. “Ready to head home?”

Buck nodded, and they began their journey to the Diaz house.

“What’s wrong, Eds?”

Buck always knew when something was wrong with Eddie. Between the mannerisms and the eerie silence, he could tell something was bothering his friend.

“Nervous for the test tomorrow,” he answered hastily while chewing on his lower lip.

“Don’t be. I understood this week’s lesson. I’ll help you study.”

Eddie let out a shaky breath he didn’t realize he was holding in. He gave Buck an amused smirk, “I know you want something in return.”

“I don’t want anything, per se…”, he trailed, “But if you wanted to help me with the Spanish vocabulary, I wouldn’t stop you.”

* * *

Before they knew it, football tryouts were among them. Trying out for the team was entirely Buck’s idea, and Eddie just went along with it. He was more of a baseball guy; but if it made Buck happy, he’d give it a go.

The first day of tryouts could best be described as literal hell, and that would be an understatement. Between the 4-mile warm up, 100 bear crawls, several drills, and 2-mile cool down; the boys were dead at the end. And yet? They made it to day two. By the end of the week, tryouts were finished, and both of them were on the team.

“Buckley, wide receiver”, coach called out.

“Diaz, running back.”

After the first game, they broke away from the rest of the team. It was tradition for the squad to eat as a group, but Buck and Eddie loved eating alone. They were heading to their favorite diner just a few blocks away from the Diaz household. It definitely wasn’t a date. Definitely not.

* * *

Buck called out to the team. “Alright everyone, bring it in.”

All the members huddled around their captains waiting for any comments to be said before they were released to the showers.

“So as many as you know we’ll be competing against Washington High this upcoming weekend,” Eddie began.

“With that being said,” Buck continued, “Defense I need you guys to be on your A game. Stop the runs of the other team as quickly as you can. The less downs they get, the better.”

“As for offense, can you guys stop playing for yourself, and actually play for the team?” Eddie replied. “There isn’t an ‘I’ in team, so stop acting like it. We need to show everyone at WHS that Jackson is not the team to mess with.”

“Any questions before we leave for the day?” Buck queried.

A small freshman raised his hand lowly. 

“Yes?” Buck furrowed his brows. He’d thought he’d made everything pretty clear. 

“Captain Diaz,” the freshman started, “What time should we be here for the game?”

“Um,” Buck let out a low chuckle, “I’m actually Captain Buckley, but my boyfriend’s last name sure does have a nice ring to it.”

A blush tinted the freshman’s ears and ran all the way down to his bare chest as the team let out howls of laughter. Eddie sneakily moved his hand that was resting on the small of Buck’s back and gave his bum a quick pinch. He muttered something along the lines of ‘tell him it’s fine’.

Buck swatted at his boyfriend’s hand, “It’s cool. People make that mistake all the time, Nick.” 

Nick forced a weak smile and rubbed the nape of his neck, murmuring a ‘sorry’.

The team broke the huddle to head to the showers, leaving Buck and Eddie to their own devices.

“Evan Diaz, huh? I could get used to calling you that.” Eddie pulled his boyfriend into a bone crushing hug, assaulting his face with wet kisses.

Deep down, Eddie knew that one day people actually would be calling Buck, Evan Diaz. But for now, being boyfriends that were so unapologetically in love was enough.

[sapphiresterreart]

Puzzling Pieces Chapter 7 UNFINISHED

As per request, here are the unfinished pages of what would’ve been chapter 7 of the Hiro x Miguel ship fic Puzzling Pieces. Under a read more.

Could he do it? Could he summon the Hamada parents? There was no guarantee and he’d have to ask Cass for photos, but how incredible would it be if he could not only reunite the Hamada brothers, but the whole Hamada family?

Tadashi would get to talk with their parents. Hiro would get to meet their parents. And Cass would get to see her sister or brother!

He bit his lip. As of now he could go ahead and summon the Rivera by calling for their blessing, but maybe he should wait until he had the Hamada family photos? That, and no one in their group had weapons or armor ready to use to fight against Ernesto and possibly Bruce.

His gaze skimmed across the ofrenda to the Hamada brothers. If Ernesto really had been shot by Tadashi’s ghost repellent gun, then he would need to take time to heal. Meaning, they had time before the attack. Enough time to wait till tomorrow to ask Cass for photos, then.

Still…wouldn’t hurt to call for the Rivera’s anyway, just in case if the Hamada parents couldn’t in fact cross over.

Miguel inhaled and closed his eyes, picturing the family. “Papá Héctor? Mamá Imelda? If you can hear me, I need a favor…”

Clothing rustled behind him. Someone murmured but he ignored them.

“See, De La Cruz is in the land of the living. He wants to…” his breath hitched. “He wants to kill me to bring himself back to life but he’s not alone. There’s–”

“Miguel?” Hiro’s voice startled him. “Miguel, your skin!”

He snapped open his eyes, darting them to his hands. Fear slammed in his chest. Where there once was skin, there now was bone. Just barely, he could see the transparent outline of his hand and a scream ripped itself from his throat.

Footsteps scuffed cement and slender arms wrapped around him. Miguel jerked his gaze up to meet Hiro’s own and saw an orange glow reflected in brown eyes. Hiro held him tight as he struggled for air.

“Miguel, holy shi–are you okay? What’s going on?” Hiro yammered into his ear. “We can see your bones. You’re glowing! What the hell?”

“Y-you can see me?” Relief soared. “I’m not cursed again?”

“What?” Hiro pulled away just enough to check him over. “Your skin’s coming back!”

Shaking brown hands lifted and Miguel confirmed that yes, his skin had returned to normal. He exhaled and sagged into the hug. Moments passed and he realized Tadashi had approached with a searching expression.

“Maybe…” Tadashi mused. “Were you trying to summon them? Or just bless the altar?”

“Both?” Miguel shrugged helplessly, heart still racing.

Hiro fussed over him. Fingers combed through his hair, a palm checked his temperature. Eyes scanned his face and hands flitted across his arms and down to his hands as if to confirm that they were, in fact, real and solid.

Though the concern was welcome, it was a bit embarrassing with the man’s older brother watching them. Especially since that brother slowly started to smile.

Tadashi shoved a hand against his brother’s head. “Knock it off, bro. Either kiss him or give him space.”

The two of them jumped apart, spluttering. Hiro cursed, scandalized. “Bro!”

Miguel grabbed his wrist and yelped. “Don’t I get a say in this?”

Tadashi laughed. “Alright, alright. How ‘bout this, then.” He closed the files on the computer and holographic displays. “We leave the supernatural for tomorrow. It’s getting late and we need our rest.”

Though Hiro protested, another teasing line at Miguel’s expense sent the two of them up to their room. After a confusing moment of deciding sleeping arrangements, Tadashi shooed them away and said he’d sleep on the red couch in the garage.

Now Miguel found himself curled under the covers, occasionally shifting. He dozed in and out of uneasy sleep. It wasn’t until he felt someone else’s presence did he open his eyes to find one shadowed man staring him down.

“Hiro…?” Groggily, he rubbed his eyes. “Whaddya wan’?”

“Nothin’!” The shadow jumped. “…are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah?” Miguel rolled onto his side to better look at the man. “Wha’s wrong?”

“Nuthin’ I just…” a beat passed. “Something’s been bugging me.”

“What is it?”

“Earlier today, you said ‘amorigo,’ but was it amor or amigo?”

“Dios mío, Hiro.” Miguel felt himself waking up more and dodged the question to check his phone. “It’s two am!”

“Okay, but do you have a girlfriend?” The man’s voice quickened speed like a hamster on a spinning wheel. “Did you get one while we were fighting? Wait, is it a crush, do you have a crush, who is it?”

This couldn’t seriously be happening.

“It’s not a skeleton is it?”

Dios mío, it was happening.

“So is it a crush, girlfriend, or a friend cause–”

“Hiro, it’s two–”

“–Do I know them or–” Hiro paused just long enough to reveal horror. “Are you crushing on my brother, dude?”

Miguel groaned. “Relajaté. Go back to bed, you can’t possibly stay awake all night just to think about thi–”

“Yes.”

“You are seriously gonna stay up all night? Just to wonder?”

“…no.”

“Then go to bed.”

Instead, Hiro stayed right where he was and continued to annoy his poor, sleep deprived form. “...but is it Tadashi? Like, what do you see in him? You've only known him for a day.”

Miguel grabbed the pillow and haphazardly aimed for the man. Desperately, he tried to sidetrack the pest. “If you’re worried about me cause of the skin-to-bone thing, I’m fine.”

Hiro dodged and stubbornly chewed him out. “I mean it’s okay if you lik–do you like dudes? I’m a dude. Do you like me?”

Miguel’s heart stopped. Mierda, mierda, mierda, he’s getting too close, mierda mierda mierda.

Hiro paused, as if realizing his words. “Oh shi–I sound like the kinda jerk who asks all gay guys to date me, oh my–Wait, wait, oh no–what if he dies and I never find out? Scratch that, what if he dies. Period.”

Enough was enough. Miguel snagged Hiro’s wrist, flipped open the covers, and dragged him beneath the sheets. After an alarmed yelp, Hiro finally, mercifully, shut up and Miguel snuggled him close with soothing nonsense.

“It’s okay,” he murmured. “I’m not gonna die, okay? I’m right here, okay Hiro?”

“O-oh no.” Hiro stammered. “I-I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Yes,” Miguel cleared his throat. “But it’s okay, I’m here. So go to sleep, okay? Sleep. Here, I’ll even sing you something, okay?”

“Yeah…” Hiro breathed, back to his chest. “Yeah, okay.”

He rifled through songs before settling on one Socorro helped him to write. Softly, he sang.

“Someone gave me a shooting star,

and said to make a wish.

There were many things that I could ask

but nothing more than to fish.”

Hiro snorted. “Fish?”

“Roll with it.” Miguel playfully shoved his shoulder and continued to sing.

“See, I’ve never seen the ocean,

but I’d love to see it soon.

Even better if I could see it with you

and we could fish from the moon.”

A light sigh escaped Hiro and Miguel smiled. Works every time. He hummed the rest of the melody until Hiro’s breathing evened. He would’ve drifted to sleep himself if it weren’t for the realization that one Hiro Hamada was wrapped in his arms. He inhaled to steady his own heartbeat and exhaled.

Roll with it. Miguel tossed worries to the side. They were both safe and alive. Might as well enjoy the moment while he still could.

He closed his eyes.

~oOo~

A low baritone pulled his awareness into the waking world. “…so this is why you two haven’t come down for breakfast.”

Groggily, Miguel dragged bleary eyes to the speaker. “Tadashi?”

He mumbled and shifted, the warm pillow in his arms moving with him. The man continued to speak. “Wish I had a camera.”

The pillow muttered. “Go ‘way, ’dashi…”

Alarm shocked Miguel and he shrieked. Instinctually, he kicked the living, breathing thing and it flew off the bed with a squawk and landed with a thud and a pained groan. His heart hammered, laughter roared in the background, and he peered over the edge of the mattress. The pillow was not in fact a pillow, but one grumpy young man.

“…oops,” Miguel winced as Hiro shot him a deadly glare. “Sorry, Hiro.”

Muffled slapping and loud laughter prompted Hiro to growl and snap at his brother. “I liked you better six feet under.”

Tadashi wheezed. “It was a fire. I woulda been cremated, bro.”

Hiro bared his teeth. “Then I’ll take your ashes, mix it with confetti, compress it into a bullet and shoot you. So you better stay dead.”

The older Hamada pouted. “What’s the confetti for?”

“Celebration.”

Miguel eyed the bloodthirsty Hamada warily. “Uh…”

Hiro continued viciously. “When the bullet explodes, you’ll die in a shower of confetti. Then, I can dance over your dead body with bright pieces of paper falling everywhere. It’ll be beautiful and quiet and I’ll finally be able to sleep.”

“Still a bear to wake up.” Tadashi lidded his gaze with a sly smile. “Hope you two slept well…in each other’s arms.”

Hiro launched to his feet, screeched, and chased his brother out of the room.

Miguel stared at the stairway, thoroughly perturbed, and debated whether to save Tadashi from untimely death (especially after he worked so hard to bring him home) or to change out of pajamas. In the end, he decided to rescue weeks of hard work and pursued the Hamada brothers.

“Hola, Señorita Cass!” He greeted and swung himself onto the second floor.

“Good morning, Miguel!” She chirped. “Catch them before they kill each other, won’t you?”

“¡Por supuesto!”

He followed the angry yells and hustled into the café portion of the building. There, Hiro had his older brother backed into a corner with only a table between them. Tadashi grinned when he spotted Miguel and waved.

“My savior!” The man called. “Save me from this madman!”

Hiro hissed incoherently.

Miguel took another moment to debate priorities. But, good-nature won and he put himself into the line of fire. Placating hands lifted and Miguel tried for a one-dimpled smile as he sidled into Hiro’s view. He cranked up the charm.

“Señorita Cass is cooking breakfast.” He sang. “I bet you’re hungry. Smelled like she’s making pancakes.” When Hiro continued to glare, he kept his mouth moving. “Personally, I would add vanilla extract to make them sweeter but I know you prefer spicy food.”

“I wonder if there’s such thing as spicy pancakes? Could you put hot sauce in pancakes? Wait, ew, that’s gross. Why would you eat that? Huh. Maybe I could make it work. Is that a challenge? I think it’s a challenge. Are you challenging me?”

Over the course of his rambling, Hiro softened from murderous rage and interrupted. “I’m no chef, but I’ve never tasted your cooking. Is it awful?”

Insulted, Miguel puffed his chest. “Excuse you. I am an excellent cook!”

Hiro snorted. “Yeah, yeah. I’m hungry, let’s go.”

Miguel perked and checked behind him to find Tadashi had escaped. Probably during the distraction. He shrugged and trotted after Hiro. They settled around the folding table and thanked Cass for the meal.

After they finished eating, he shooed away the brothers to help Señorita Cass with the dishes. Once alone with her, he took the chance. “Señorit–”

She shot him a look.

“Ah, Cass. Tía Cass.” He corrected. “Do you…” he hesitated. Should he really ask? It could easily fail. Raise hopes only to crush them. No, no, he had to try. No time to hesitate.

“Do you have any photos of the Hamada parents?”

Cass jolted and turned away from the dishes to study him. “Of course! But why do you ask?”

Miguel scrubbed the plate with unusual focus. “Oh, um. Did Tadashi tell you about where he’s been all this time?”

“Yes, but–”

“Did he say anything about, uh…unusual things?” The dish dripped with soap.

“I…guess?”

“What about really unusual–” The soap flowed off the plate as he quickened pace.

“That dish is clean.”

Gentle fingers plucked it from his hands. He halted. Cass grasped his sudsed hands and turned off the tap.

“Miguel, what’s this about?”

He exhaled and took the plunge. “I don’t know if it will work or if you will believe me, but…” He met her worried gaze. “I want to summon Hiro and Tadashi’s family, and yours if you will let me. I just need photos and–and it’ll be good for them! They could see their family after so long and Hiro could meet their family and you coul–”

She shushed him with a quiet smile. “I have photo albums. We can use some from there.”

He brightened. “You believe me?”

Cass shrugged and smiled, helplessly amused. “How can I not? You brought my nephew back to us. He can see ghosts now and apparently there’s a madman after all of you and it’s all so crazy but.” She huffed and rolled her eyes. “But since when have I done anything except crazy?”

Miguel tackled the amazing, incredible, wonderful woman into a hug. “Graciás, tía Cass.”

“I should be thanking you, Miguel!” She returned the hug. “You just keep bringing home surprises.”

“And you,” he pulled away, “keep a home to come back to.” He glanced at his soapy, wet hands. “Sorry about–”

She merely dipped her hands into the soapy water and flicked her fingers. Droplets darkened his pajama shirt “There, now we’re even. Go change and I’ll finish here. Then we can get the photos.”

He laughed. “Sí, tía Cass!”

Miguel hurried up the stairs. A quick change into a red shirt, jeans, and a worn out blue hoodie later brought Miguel to tía Cass’ side in the kitchen. She had finished the last of the dishes and was rifling through the wood cabinets below the cushioned seat alcove below the windows.

A mix of familiar voices chattered on the first floor. She handed him a photo album and checked the time.

“It’s not organized at all and I have to open the café, but there should be enough photos with the right names here and there for you to figure out who’s who. Hope it helps!”

He accepted the thick album and nodded as she hustled down the steps. He tucked the book beneath an arm and followed after her to find the team had gathered in the café portion of the building. Tía Cass slipped on the black apron and flitted through the café front before switching the sign from ‘closed’ to ‘open.’

The team had yet to notice him as Hiro and Tadashi served them their coffees and baked foods. Tía Cass took over once they were served. Fred noticed him and gestured for him to follow the group to the garage.

He waved farewell to tía Cass.

[ninjacat1515]

Links In The Chain, Chapter 3

( @cheshire0824 owns Louis, Andreas, Ernesto and East. I own Eliza and Ben )

The whole gang was enjoying a fine dinner, Hector and Jack competing for who could tell the most jokes. Carina smiled and leaned against Ernesto, sipping wine. Their vacation was almost here, just one more week and they would spend almost a month in Europe. Someone knocked on the door, and Carina got up to answer it. Her eyes widened when she saw Ben. He was flanked by two armored people who looked like SWAT team members.

“Can I help you, Ben?”

“We’re here for the poor woman you’ve kept in the basement. And we’re not leaving until we get her and bring you lot to justice.”

Long claws grabbed Carina as she stepped out, hauling her by her shirt up to the roof. Salazar’s enraged face was a few inches from her own.

“DONDE ESTA ELIZA?? TELL ME NOW VILE PUTA!” he shook her like a rag doll and threw her to the ground with a bone crunching thud.

A werewolf ripped the front door off it’s hinges and charged in, overturning the table and cornering the entire pirate gang; roaring so loud it shook the walls of the entire house. More people streamed in, all of them vampires and members of Armando’s crew.

Shansa rushed in and was about to attempt a spell, but a Spanish eagle dove right for her face, slashing and ripping at her eyes and nose as she screamed and tried in vain to keep it away. The werewolf broke both of her arms and crushed her hands.

Armando Salazar swept into the room, glowering with such intense hatred, the force of it physically pained the pirates, and even Hector paled.

“Hola vermin....your reign of terror is at an end. Pero, none of you will die today. Oh far from it. You will plead for it, beg with your very soul. But it will not happen. I will not allow it.”

Moss dragged Carina in by her hair, face furious.

“First mi Capitan, mi best amigos, Guillermo...and now this...”

Lesaro walked in, gazing with absolute coldness at the witch on the floor.

“We have something truly special planned for you all. It didn’t have to be this way, we were looking to possible peace talks, despite all you did. But taking miss Liza away was the final straw.”

Salazar heard whimpers, and he rushed with inhuman speed to the basement, cries of anguish upon seeing what had been done to his beloved, tearing the air and haunting any human present. The cage was bent apart like chicken wire, Armando ignoring the searing pain from the silver as he pulled Eliza free, cradling her.

“Shhhhh...mi amor, I am here for you....they shan’t ever harm you again...”

“Mando....I didn’t think I’d ever see you again...”

“It would take the armies of Hell to stop me, and even then they would fail.” he chuckled, nuzzling her lovingly.

He brought her out to show the pirates their handiwork.

“This is just a small fraction of your legacy, your ‘heroic deeds’. The world will know what you have done, and what these institutions have been committing behind closed doors...the truth will be exposed.”

The pirates glared with hatred of their own, but also a massive surge of fear. Eliza spat at them.

“You will never exterminate us, never make another device, never lay a finger on any one of us ever again. I am going to forget you exist, we all are. You Hunters have your own hell to rot in now, but....Mando’s informed me of a fun little ride you’ll be taking through the city streets!”

Santos walked up, giving a grand bow.

“I will be your beast of burden for this journey! Thousands of my kind have gathered to witness this, along with many others! It is a treat to help you on your little trip!”

He became a horse and trotted out as each of the gang were dragged out by their hair, Bracero gleefully following and kicking them in the head. Carina screamed as she was forced into a barrel lines with nails, each of the pirates getting their own separate one.

“We’re skipping the system for you shits! Just like you did for countless vampires!”

Bracero was giddy and dancing about, hooking his arm with Moss. Officer Magda stood, grinning a wide grin, purple eyes flaring as he counted down to the take off through the main drag. The crowd was cheering and hurling insults at the pirates along with garbage and dead rodents.

Santos and several other vampires who had horse forms stood proud and at the ready. Magda gave the signal and they took off at a full gallop, dragging the screaming and crying pirates for miles until they were bloody masses inside the barrels.

But they were not dead even when the horses came to a full on stop. Nico removed the rest of the desperate, agonized eyes. The pirates were trying to say how sorry they were, but Eliza and the vampires knew they could never, ever mean it.

“You’re only sorry because you’re facing the full brunt of Karmatic Justice, putas. It is high time you are all out away for good, we made our own special hospital for you!”

Carina reached for Eliza in a final and fruitless attempt for mercy. Her fingers were smashed under the vampire’s foot.

“I told you....you will never lay your miserable digits on me ever again, nor will you ever see the light of the sun again. Just like you tried to doom Gui, Mando, Bracero, and Santos....and so many more. The world is better off without you in it.”

And with that, the barrels were loaded up into a truck and sent to the new Birmingham, Eliza sighing in relief and looking at Armando.

“Let’s hope that’s the last we ever have to smell of them.”

“After you heal, where would you like to go, mi amor?”

Eliza thought for a moment or two and passionately kissed Salazar on the lips.

“Our bedroom is just fine...shall we?”

“You don’t have to tell me twice...” he growled with joy and lust, carrying her to his car and taking her home.