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azirelll · 10 months ago

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Hospitality pt. 4 (Story i had no title but now i have it)

"Oh, and also here are the keys, I nearly lost them when I went shopping for groceries" she said while closing the black door of the apartment. For the first time I saw her in something other than an oversized shirt and sweatpants. She was wearing some baggy jeans, a tank top from a rock band I never heard of and my adidas jacket she stole from me because she said it looked comfortable, we almost fought for who would get it. We got out of the apartment complex, the weather was calm and warm like every summer night. The neighborhood was amazing at night, the lights of the houses and streetlights made it look like something out of cyberpunk, or Silent Hill without the Fog. The scenery was great but there was nothing open or interesting. There were the stores nearby like a PC-parts store or a bricolage one, I don't know why I needed to tell this, maybe it's because I'm really bored just like her. "Hey, look at that dark alley" she said with a bored, neutral tone "doesn't that look creepy". I needed a second before noticing that since I was so focused on the music we were listening to while walking, "That looks pretty creepy" I responded. She looked at me, grinned and said: "Want to explore this alley, life is only one after all" "Sure, sure" I respond in my still bored and tired tone. We go into the alley, nothing special happens, the dark alley was one of the streets that connects all the small private gardens. Everything is dark, except for one small garden where I could hear people talking and quiet Italian music playing. As we walk nearby, I can hear the talking more clearly but couldn't quite understand since it was like a gibberish, Italian gibberish. We heard shouting "Ue, do you want a beer?", at first, I didn't think they meant us, but Sally quickly hit my elbow stopping me before declining the offer they made. "Sure, we are coming !!" Sally shouted back with this excited tone. A 40 year old looking guy opened us, he had an angry look, I have the feeling that he is drunk but he has it under full control, very interesting. "Come here, come here, we don't bite after all" another guy said in Italian with this Campanian accent and happy voice. The garden looked beautiful with the lights on, there were some crops here and there, a small place with grass and two greenhouses, a regular one and another made for the let the tomatoes grow. "What do you want" asked to us the first guy, "I have: Corona, Feldschlosschen, Inchiusa..." "I don't mind" I responded. Sally asked for a Corona. The Italian guy asked us what we were doing here this late in his so happy tone, he was shirtless before we came, he quickly put on his shirt when he saw Sally. We said that we were new here and just went for a walk to see the surroundings and that they were pretty boring except for some stores here and there.

"My name is Antonio by the way, BUT you can call me Toto"

Salva: "Oh like Toto De Curtis, the comedian"

Toto: "Yes yes, exactly like him. How do you know him?"

Salva: "Well my father likes to watch old Italian movies like Fantozzi and such and I often watched together with him."

Toto: "You are Italian?" his expression then was curious.

Salva: "Yeah, I am, my name is Salvatore Pontillo, nice to meet you I guess"

Toto: "Pontillo you say?" his expression becomes surprised "Like that Spy or hacker?"

Salva: "\*sigh\* yes my uncle is Angelo Pontillo, it's hard to live with the fact that now people that know are scared of me, especially since I work in the same industry as that thing"

Toto: "Oh no no no, don't worry cumpà, I can fully understand since I am in the Malavita too" he quickly becomes happy again "and I'm not the only one, Cirillo and his son are with me" he slowly turns his head towards Sally and says: "I'm sure you and him would go perfectly together, he is mature and loves animals".

He told us about their "Adventures" while he was still drinking non-stop from his bottle, at one point I thought it was empty and was just sipping it out of muscle memory. They saved a wedding by killing a hitman before he could kill the bosses daughter, did multiple bank heists with the help of my uncle that was like a net runner from cyberpunk with giving them information and disabling cameras, here it was finally clear how he could have afforded his villa at the coast of the sea. One of the most interesting he told us was how they killed someone and then after the mission ended, they took him apart and sold his belongings and organs in the black market and split the money between them. Sally was really fascinated by this and she asked so many questions about this specifically like: How much did they make ?, where did they sell them ?, in the end we exchanged out phone numbers and said we were always welcome here and just to call him if we need something, true Italian spirit what can I say.

In the end Cirillo said: "Enough, he clearly lost his mind, I think you should go, it's getting too late", his voice was deep, he didn't sound angry or annoyed just neutral but with authority. "Alright, till somewhen I guess" said Sally with this still friendly and happy tone. Toto raised his hand to tell us goodbye while he was laying in his chair. Cirillo wanted to take us home, he was concerned that something might happen to us on the way home. "But its 20 minutes away from here, are you sure you want that and what about your son?" I said to him while waiting for him outside the garden. He responded: "My son is safe, at home, sleeping, but you aren't, and I don't trust these surroundings at these hours". That was very sweet if him. While we were walking back home Sally texted me on WhatsApp with just the text "I'd smash, spank my ass, break me, he looks like a mix of a Greek and Norse god" with bunch of those heart eyes emojis. Damn it she was in heat at that moment, her smile was unique I that moment.

"Stay away from that Pub" Cirillo said while pointing to the backdoor of that Pub "The Russian Mafia isn't as forgiving as the Italian". Suddenly we heard a troubled noise from there, the noise of people arguing and wall slamming getting louder. Cirillo laid his hand on his baton holster ready for something to happen. The door opened, someone fell out, he looked disoriented and dirty from the fall, he had short hair and wore a Sabaton T-shirt, a long trench coat like the ones they wore in the First World War and shorts. Someone said with a Ukrainian accent: "Next time I will break your fucking knees", the voice was coming from the same door that poor guy fell out. He slowly stood up, wiped the dirt from his clothes and slowly walked towards us. I could tell that he was a friendly person from his expression and how relaxed he walked to us. "Cirillo, what are you doing here at this time? and who are those little guys" He asked to Cirillo, with a southern US accent. Cirillo replied: "They are friends, and they know about the crime life". "I see, I see" he paused a moment before continuing "Call me Payton, I just sell those guy weapons and all kind of crazy stuff, the definition of dark web personally, since I'm the only one in the region to have fully anonymous access to it." My Eyes sparked and I cheerfully asked him: "So you managed to bypass multiple layers of the best security in Europe?" He responded: "Yes, you know your way with those stuff dude" "It's my field of study after all, or it was, I still do it in the free time I just do it happier now since I don't have all the pressure." I responded back, he nodded as form of understanding. Payton joined us, since he was heading home too after what happened, I asked him if he needed help, but he said he's fine. Sally was talking about journaling with Cirillo, it helps them both to meditate and have their emotions under control. We chatted a lot on the way home about how the neighborhood is and the people around here. They told us about the current problem with mafia in the area and how it got the attention of the government just now since it got way too serious.

We came home, tired, it was 3am. Sally and I noticed families just coming back from holidays, possibly from Italy like I used to. Cirillo left us both at our apartment complex and told us goodbye and stay safe, the usual stuff. Payton stayed "Aren't you going with him?" I asked him kindly, he walks inside, opens the door with his keys and walks to the elevator before he says: "Guys, I literally live above you, bye see you somewhere" the elevator doors closed. We took out our keys, opened our door and walked inside, while we did this it was strangely quiet, way too quiet. Because we were really tired, we didn't do anything else, just wore more comfortable clothes and lay in bed.

The sleep I got felt like a minute, but more hours passed since I woke up full of energy which is kind of strange since I fucked my sleep schedule yesterday, the only "downside" was that I woke up on 12am. Sally was still sleeping this time really. Since she left me some brownies yesterday, I was thinking about repaying the favor by making some scrambled eggs for her too this morning for breakfast. I closed the door before cooking, so the smell or noise goes into the Bedroom and beginning to cook. Before cooking I turned on the TV and started Spotify and put it on my chill playlist. She woke up, she didn't tell me anything, just looked at me weirdly and said: "You have a lot to explain to me". I was stirring the eggs while she said that, I had the feeling that I did something bad but at the same time not because I didn't do anything at all, after a few seconds I say: "What do I need to explain ?", she said in a semi-angry tone: "Like how I knew the nephew of one of the hackers of the Camorra, for 3 months, and that he himself was a hacker." While still stirring the eggs, my hand was shaking: "Exactly I was a hacker, means I stopped doing it" I responded. "I'm not mad, just shocked and surprised to know, I kept myself distracted from it by talking to Cirillo, but anyways that's cool". She took a sip from her coffee she made while we were talking: "So, why did you stop with that?". I explained her: "I stopped because of my girlfriend, and I just started because I was bored during quarantine and wanted to learn something new" "That's... cool..." she responded back, I knew she was still tired so she couldn't really still process what I said. Suddenly she hinted: "So if I was about to commit a murder, you wouldn't call the cops, would you?". This question was very random and weird, a part of me thought she was joking but another was saying that she was about to do that, after all she looked like she would do that. I replied: "No I don't think so, I think I would even help you hide the body" after a moment she sat on the couch and turned off the music I added: "You don't really mean it do you, you wouldn't kill me right just to sell me on the black market then ?" she replied with a tired tone: "of course I'm not killing you, why do you think that ?" "No nothing just asking".

Sometime flew from that conversation that morning, we were for our own things. Sally was revising her notes in the office, she said she wanted to go to school again and study something like biology of chemistry. The office looked pretty professional and big, another desk and a chair would fit just fine. I also noticed some extra ethernet and phone outlets, probably this room had servers in it, or someone had fun. I laid in bed for some time before I realized I still had some paper to fill out about moving here. I also reminded Sally of it she said she is going to do her papers after she finished revising, even though she is revising she seems relaxed and worriless now.

I needed an hour before I finished doing those. On groceries we are good, on furniture also and the papers are filled I just need to bring these on to the post office and send them. "Crazy that we got everything done in just a few days" Sally chirped. I responded: "Don't be too happy now, I'm sure there are still a lot more papers to fill out that are coming" her expression quickly changed from happy and relieved to frustrated. "But look, at least we are not getting everything at once." I added to lighten up the mood a bit.

It was night time. No, nothing special happened this time I didn't tell anything about my day, I just went to the post office, sent some papers and came back. Long story short: it was a pretty boring day, but I will never forget the conversation I had with Sally and the people we met yesterday. I was lying in bed about to sleep, Sally was also with me reading a manga. There I asked her: "Did you really mean that this morning? about murder?" She looked at me with her eyes wide open like she thought I would forget about it, but luckily, I didn't. She said perplexed: "I did really mean it, Toto's story gave me an idea for a plan B if things would get through but it will be over once we have the money I promise" "I'm not mad or shocked, just curious" I said "We can say, my intrusive thoughts need to me satiated". I couldn't quite recognize the expression on her face, it was a mix between happiness and surprise. She gushed and said: "Thank you for being like me", I took that to heart, I never heard that. I lay my phone on the wireless charger on the night table like I do every night and say: "Good night".

OMFG i finally found the title. I FOUND THE TITLE I FOUND THE TITLE I FOUND THE TITLE

#beginner writer #genderbend #writing #english is not my first language #english is not my native language

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bergeronprocess · 2 years ago

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Pokemon Violet observations so far:

Arven is the son of that hot Patrice Bergeron looking professor???? Oh dear I may have no choice but to pursue him 👀

The Johto girlies must be so excited - there's a bunch of Johto mon representation in the early game

The music is so nice

I love the scenery. From the really pretty houses to the cave Miraidon took me to and the wild areas, it's very colorful and bright

I love how you can ask your Pokemon for advice on what move it wants to learn. Sprigatito told me he wanted to learn Magical Leaf 🥺

Spent all my money at Delibird Presents 😅 I don't have enough money for chicken nuggets dot mp3

Also you can just sort of like. Explore a bit more. Before I got to the very first Pokemon Center, I noticed the river was running downhill, so I went down the hill and found myself at a beach! That is where I caught Wiglett and saw a Magikarp jumping so high it would occasionally go off screen.

The lady at the Pokemon Center legitimately teaches me stuff I didn't know sometimes lol. Sometimes it's like hey you can press B to crouch and I know that from Legends Arceus, but sometimes it's like hey here is how you take selfies, and I didn't know that!

Surprise Trades are super fun as always

I've only just arrived in Mesagoza, but I think I'm gonna pick a different story path than gyms. I'll do gyms later. Having a choice is so different and intriguing!

#pokemon violet

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dragon-kazansky · 4 years ago

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Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 3

The next morning, after breakfast at the hotel, a call was made up to your room. It wasn't until you put the phone down that you realised you didn't have a way to contact Zemo. It was good he knew where you were staying. You would have to make sure to get his number later.

It felt strange to think about that. If he had your number, wouldn't that be like taking the next step? Were you getting carried away with this? Probably.

You couldn't ignore the fact you liked Zemo.

You never expected to develop a crush on a racing driver. It seemed like he liked you too, but you didn't want to get too carried away. This might very end up being a one time thing.

You make your way down to the lobby. Zemo is waiting for you. He looked so extra, but so stylish. A fur collared jacket, driving gloves, sunglasses on his head.

He turned when he heard you approach. His face lit up with a smile as you got closer to him.

"Good morning."

"Morning. You're looking smart today," you look him up and down, not so subtly checking him out. So much for trying to feel in that crush.

"Thought I would make an impression on you."

"You already did."

Zemo smiles at that. There was a proud feeling in knowing he had you hooked. Perhaps this would lead somewhere, but he would see. He didn't want to rush things and ruin any chances he may have with you.

He wouldn't do that.

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

Zemo leads you outside where another fabulous car is parked. You look at it, top to bottom. He can tell by your expression you're impressed.

"Just how many cars do you have?"

"Many. I could show you my collection if you like," he says, walking over to the car and opening the door for you.

You chuckle and climb in.

Zemo takes his sun glasses and puts them on as he gets into the drivers seat. He grins at you as he sets off.

You roll the window down and let the wind mess up your hair, wanting to feel that free feeling you got that first time. Even just sitting next to Zemo brought about all kinds of exciting feelings.

Zemo turned on the radio as he drove through the streets. There was a little drive to get to the garage his race car had been taken to. This gave him some time to bask in your company again.

He could get used to having you around all the time. In fact, he would love that.

Zemo considered himself more of a solo racer. Tony Stark always had fans hanging about, 'dates' in his stand watching him race. Zemo only ever had his pit crew waiting for him at the end of a race.

It was beautiful out. Even more so when you excited the town and got onto more open roads. You had no idea where he was taking you exactly, but you couldn't complain. if he got to see sights like this every day, that was amazing.

You glanced at him. He was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, in time to the music playing on the radio. He looked so relaxed and in his element.

Feeling your gaze on him, he turned to you with a grin.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. You just... look so at home."

He laughs, the sound joyous and wonderful. It makes your heart skip a beat.

"I live in the drivers seat."

You laugh with him.

"What do you say we speed this up? Just like last time," he peers at you over his shades.

"Alright. Thrill me."

You didn't need to say any more. He pushed his foot down on the pedal and you laughed as the car sped up. With such ease, the car glided down the road. Not another soul in sight as the scenery became a blur, just like that first day.

No rules. No restrictions. No Stark.

Just two people enjoying each others company on the open road. What more could a man ask for?

In the distance, you spot a building. That had to be where he was taking you.

"Where is this?"

"It's an old air strip. Hasn't been used in decades. I come here to drive often. I asked my team to bring the car here so we can take a look at it, thought you may also appreciate the area."

You smile.

"It's stunning. There's nothing else around for miles."

Knowing these roads like the back of his hand, he speeds up further, gliding along the rear of the way with ease. Your laughter just fuels him to go faster.

You reach the air strip in no time. He slows down on the approach and pulls up right outside the hanger. He gets out first and opens your door for you. You chuckle as you take his hand and climb out.

Even with your hair all wind struck, you look stunning to him. He won't tell you that though.

You both head inside.

There it is. His race car. He exterior looks pretty good, just scuffed from where Stark's car collided with it, but nothing too serious. The crew were busy working away on it as you both approached.

"Who's this?" A voice asks from your right.

"This is Y/N, my new friend," Zemo says, introducing you. "Y/N, this is Sam. He is very good with cars."

"Nice to meet you." You shake his hand.

"Likewise."

"What's the damage?" Zemo walks over to his car.

"The engine gave out. That's all."

"That's all? It cost me a win," Zemo narrows his gaze at Sam.

"It could have been a lot worse. We'll have it fixed in no time."

"Good. I need to win the next one, and the other two to beat Stark. He cannot win them all." Zemo stands upright after looking over his vehicle.

"Trust us, we're on it."

Zemo doesn't give him any more of a response and returns to your side.

"Want to look around a little?"

"Yes please."

He places an arm around your shoulder and guides you out of the hanger. You're blushing from his touch. It almost felt like you were made to fit against him like this.

You both go to stand near the car.

"How come you have such a big rivalry with Tony Stark?" You ask, gazing up at him.

"He doesn't like the idea that I'm better than him."

"Humble."

"Honest. Stark is an engineer and a genius. He can build a car from scratch. I know the ins and outs of cars. I know how to make them better, how to improve them. My cars are better than his, and he is threatened by it."

"Sounds petty."

Zemo shrugs. He is not ashamed to admit he is better than Stark. His whole vendetta is to prove it. He just doesn't have many chances left to do so.

"Aren't you worried?"

"No," he looks you in the eye, "I'm certain."

"Does nothing scare you?"

"Not yet."

There is no expression on his face. You have no idea what's going on inside that head of his. You knew he knew what he was doing. This was his job, his passion. That didn't mean the risks didn't apply to him.

For some reason, Stark's words came to mind. "He's dangerous." Not just on the track, he had said.

Was he?

Who was this man standing before you? His personal information was almost non existent online. Other than his racing background, there was nothing about him. You didn't even know where he was from. His accent suggested not from around here.

Did you dare ask?

No. You didn't want to. No matter how curious you were...

"Would you like me to drive you along the strip?" He asked, nodding across the field where you could see the straight road.

"Yes. Don't go easy on me."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he grins.

You both get into the car and he wastes no time in driving over to the strip. This car doesn't even remotely come close to his racing car, but he'd be damned if he didn't leave you thrilled after this.

He lines up perfectly. You hold on tight and smile at him.

Wheels screeching, whole body jerking, and nothing but the wind blowing through the window. With all his skill and precision, the car speeds up in handled ease. This man knows what he's doing.

You trust him with your life.

You wanted to thank your friend for bringing you to the races that day. If she hadn't, what would you be doing now? Working? Sitting at home? Studying?

Nothing nearly as amazing as this.

Zemo brought life into your world, and you didn't want it to end.

At the end of the runway, he turns the car with ease, though the power causes you to lean toward him as he turns the vehicle around. He almost reaches out for your hand, but focuses his attention on his driving. Back up you go.

He glances at you from the corner of his eye.

Could it be that there was one thing he wanted more than winning against Stark?

No, he didn't think so.

The car comes to a screeching halt at the end of the runway. Heaven knows how his tyres are doing.

You grin at him once the car stops.

"I'll never get tired of that."

He chuckles.

"That pleases me to hear."

Your phone rings. You apologise as you pick it up and answer it, disappointed it was ruining your fun.

"Hello?"

"Y/N? Hey, how was the race yesterday?" It was your friend.

"Oh, uh. It was good." You lied. It hadn't ended as you had hoped.

"Great. What time does your train get in tomorrow? I have something super exciting to share with you."

"About 2 o'clock I think."

"I'll be there to pick you up. Oh my gosh, you will not believe what's happened. I can barely contain myself. I'll speak to you soon."

She hangs up.

You stare at your phone, confused. She sounded super excited, whatever that was about.

"Problem?"

"Uh, no. Just my friend calling. She's going to pick me up from the train station tomorrow."

"I see. It's a shame you do not live locally. I would get to see you every day," he smiles.

You're blushing again.

"You'd get board of me really quickly," you say, tucking your phone away again.

"I doubt that."

"With your lifestyle? Definitely."

"I may live an exciting life, but you are a rare treasure any man would be lucky enough to have in his life."

"Are you flirting with me?" You ask, eyeing him suspiciously.

"That depends, is it working?"

You laugh.

"It might be."

"Then yes," he says, grinning like a fool.

You both sit there and laugh.

"Allow me to drop you off back at the hotel."

"I'd like that."

Much slower, he drives back to the hanger to alert the team he is leaving. They wave as you both leave.

The ride back is a lot more gentle, more casual. The radio is turned on, but the volume is low. Zemo is just basking in your presence.

He can't admit that he will miss you once you're gone.

The ride is over much sooner than he would have liked. Once again, you both sit there together.

You pull out your phone.

"Can I have your number?" You ask, biting the bullet.

He grins smugly.

"Already making a move?"

"Shush. Can I?"

He nods, taking your phone and putting his number into your contacts. You smile as you take it back, pretending his gloved fingers didn't brush against yours.

"I expect to hear from you," he says.

"I promise."

You go to get out, but he stops you by grabbing your arm lightly. You look at him, a little confused.

"Remember what I said."

"About what?" You ask.

"Come to the races, and I'll take you in a date."

You bite your lip.

"I haven't forgotten."

"Good."

He stays there until you've gone inside, out of sight. His phone suddenly feels heavy in his pocket, waiting for a text or call.

He was in deep, he just didn't know it yet.

He thinks of you as he drives off.

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goldenretriever-nicknelson · 4 years ago

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Vacation Part 2 ~ Prague [P.P]

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

A/n: Chapter 2 is here! I'm still working on 3 and I'll hopefully have it done in time for next week. I'm so grateful for the response from this small series and I'm excited that you all like it! This chapter has more angst in it and yes I was slightly inspired by To all the boys I've loved before haha.

Thank you to @eeyore101247 for beta reading this chapter for me at the last minute! I love you Lolo!

WC: 5.8k

Warnings: Angst, mentions of slut-shaming and bullying, high school sucks, mentions of Tony and grief but also cute romantic fluff cause we love to see it.

The end of the class’ time in Italy arrived too soon in Peter’s opinion. He’d had so much fun with you, he’d almost forgotten entirely about his plan. Almost. There was still a part of him drawn to MJ and still felt jealous when she was with Brad which started to happen more often.

And yet he always felt himself drawn back to you.

Peter sighed as he finished packing his bags, his head reeling from everything until he heard a knock on the door. Mostly everyone had left the hotel in a hurry but Ned had stayed with Peter.

“You got a package.” He handed Peter the wrapped package and looked at him with a furrowed brow. “Do you think it’s a bomb or something?”

Peter looked at his best friend in bewilderment. “Well I do now!”

“I’m sure it’s not.” Ned shook his head, eying the package carefully. Peter cautiously looked at Ned and back at the parcel in his hands. He knew this vacation had been too good to be true. He carefully looked at the writing and noticed a shield logo in the corner.

“It’s from SHIELD.” Peter spoke carefully as he opened the wrapping, he was hoping maybe for a cool badge or something but instead there was only a glasses case. Ned and him exchanged a look before opening the case.

There inside of the wooden casing was a pair of glasses, they looked mostly ordinary with a blue shaded tint to the lenses like the kind Tony would wear. Peter felt a strange kind of feeling as he looked at them, it was a mix of grief and disappointment, are these old glasses really the only thing Tony had left for him?

“Awesome!” Ned looked over Peter’s shoulder at the glasses. “Try them on!”

Peter thought about it before quickly closing the case and putting it in his backpack, shaking his head. “We’ll be late for the flight.”

“Oh you didn’t hear?” Ned gave Peter a look who shrugged in return. “We’re going by coach now. Mr Harrington said we got an upgrade to Prague.”

“What about Paris?!” Peter exclaimed, looking at Ned with wide eyes.

“Well Mr Harrington and Mr Dell kind of got into an argument about whether it was Prague or Paris we were meant to be going to. Turns out Mr Harrington was supposed to book Paris but he booked Prague instead.” Ned explained, shaking his head.

Peter sighed and furrowed his brow, a coach didn’t sound much fun but at least Peter didn’t have to worry about flying. He wasn’t sure if there were any romantic spots in Prague but it was nothing a quick internet search couldn’t fix. It’s not like his plan was going according anyway.

He grabbed his bags and walked down to where the rest of the class were already boarding a large coach.

Everyone was already seated by the time Peter got on. MJ was with Brad, Ned was with Betty and you were with one of your friends. The only free seat was next to Flash and Peter preferred the option of sitting by himself at the back, he could do with the peace and quiet anyway.

You gave him a smile as he walked past and he returned it before taking his seat, almost falling into it as the driver started down the road. Peter rested his head against the window and took out his earphones, noticing the case next to them. He played his music as he took out the case and looked at the glasses again.

He picked them up and tried them on, waiting for something to happen but nothing did. He laughed dryly and shook his head, going to take them off before he noticed a Stark industries business card at the bottom of the case.

For the next Tony Stark, I trust you. Say EDITH.

Peter read the message aloud and jumped as the glasses flashed blue, a female voice talking to him much like the one he had in his suit. An interface loaded in front of him, showing a scan of his face.

“Retinal and biometric scan completed.”

“Hello?”

“Hello Peter. I am EDITH, Tony Stark’s augmented reality security and defence system.”

Peter adjusted the glasses and smiled, Tony had given him an AI with access to all of his protocols. He almost couldn’t believe that he had trusted him with that kind of access.

“EDITH stands for even dead I’m the hero. Tony loved his acronyms.”

“Yeah he did.” Peter smiled fondly, remembering the time he had tried to make up some of his own but had never quite hit the mark.

“I have access to the entire Stark global security network including multiple defence satellites and backdoors to all major telecommunication networks.”

Peter looked around as screens loaded before him of what his classmates and teachers were up to on their phones including Mr Dell researching the history of witchcraft. Ned and Betty were texting each other even though they were sat together.

“Woah.” Peter couldn’t get over how cool this was to have all of this access at his fingertips. He looked over at MJ wondering if she was texting before changing his mind, knowing it would be wrong. His eyes landed on where you sat and your texts showed before him. Ned wasn’t the only one Betty was texting.

Y/n: I really like him.

Betty: I know but I’m pretty sure he likes MJ :/

Peter could feel his heart racing. He wanted so badly to tell you Betty was wrong but the truth was he didn’t know anymore.

You looked over at MJ and Brad, biting your lip before glancing at Peter. He quickly looked away from you, his eyes looking over towards MJ on accident. He didn’t see the way your face fell but he did see the last text you sent to Betty.

Y/n: Yeah, you’re right.

Peter sighed and put his head in his hands, wanting to scream into oblivion.

“Pete, everything okay?”

He quickly looked up at the sound of your voice and nodded, worrying that somehow you knew he had been spying. He tried to quickly think of something to say as you sat next to him, looking worried and saddened.

A moment’s silence passed between the both of you, neither sure of what to say. The only sound came from the chatters of the bus and the passing scenery outside.

“I like your glasses. Are they new?” You smiled, breaking the silence as you admired the new frames and the eyes underneath them. Peter slowly nodded and took them off.

“Y-yeah, they were a gift.” He gave you a small smile and put them back in the case. You noticed the Stark industries logo but didn’t say anything more on the topic. You knew how much Tony had meant to Peter.

After the blip when everyone returned to their old lives, you noticed Peter wasn’t the same person. He seemed sadder and lost, struggling to pay attention even in lessons he loved and sometimes he’d have to excuse himself quickly from the classroom. You had followed him once and found him on the floor, sobbing into his hands. He didn’t even register it was you that had hugged him until he looked up and mumbled an apology.

Seeing him that way broke your heart and the last thing you wanted to cause was more sadness for him when he was meant to be enjoying himself.

“I think they look good on you.”

Peter blushed and smiled, bowing his head shyly. “Thank you.”

You smiled back and nodded, deciding to listen to your music and handing Peter an earphone. He looked surprised at the gesture but took it anyway and listened to your music, a wide smile gracing his lips as you both shared the sweet moment together.

It stayed like that for the rest of the journey, both of you enjoying each other's company just as you had done in Venice. Peter couldn't get rid of the smile from his face until they stopped for a restroom break and he saw Brad and MJ holding hands as they got off the bus. His whole face fell which didn't go unnoticed by you.

Peter gave you a quick goodbye before going after Ned, in need of his best friend’s advice. You meekly said a goodbye before sighing and grabbing your things. Your eyes landed on a small journal on Peter’s seat that he must have left behind.

You know you shouldn’t have looked but the temptation was biting away at you. It was only just a peek, you told yourself. You smiled as you saw some doodles scribbled on the pages, chemical equations for something called web fluid (probably some cool science thing he was working on) and a section dedicated to The plan.

Intrigued of what the plan entailed you read ahead and with each written word the jealousy in your heart grew and the sadness broke your heart. Peter was planning to romance MJ with gifts and a whole speech he had written out in detail. Everything was planned and you were nothing more than a distraction. You even noticed that in one of Peter’s doodles he had written MJ or Y/n???

*~*~*~*

“I swear it was in here.” Peter sighed as he searched his bag for his journal, the one that held all his personal thoughts and feelings. Ned had tried to help him look but the mission was futile.

“It will turn up. Maybe you just left it on the bus.”

Peter nodded and sighed heavily, zipping his backpack up and throwing it back on his shoulders. He spotted a nice little souvenir for Morgan and paid for it before leaving the small store. He took a moment to look around where they had stopped since the rest of the group were taking their time and as he got closer to a small empty bathroom he could hear the sound of someone crying.

He gently knocked on the door to make sure that whoever it was was okay before being sharply told to go away. Peter felt even worse as he recognised your voice. He wondered what had happened since she’d been fine when he last saw her.

“y/n?”

“Peter just leave me alone, please.” Your voice cracked as you spoke, small sniffles escaping you as you sat on the edge of the closed toilet seat.

“You know I can’t do that.” He rested his head against the door and sighed softly, willing to wait for you until you came out.

“I’m trying to make things easier for you!”

Peter hummed in confusion before something slid out from underneath the door, his journal.

“Go be with MJ.”

“Y/n no..” He sighed and resisted the urge to bang his head against the door. “I-” He didn’t even know how to explain but he did know one thing. “It doesn’t matter what it says in there. I’ve had so much fun with you on this trip and I know now that you can’t plan everything, you can’t plan falling in love because it just happens.”

As Peter spoke he realised that his words were truer than they had ever been, he was falling for you and he couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t want to stop. He didn’t care about his plan anymore and yes it still hurt when MJ was with Brad but it was nothing compared to the happiness he felt when he was with you.

The world felt silent around the both of you as Peter’s words processed. You felt even more confused than before but you could also feel something else, hope. Peter listened to your breathing and the small sniffles that still came from behind the door.

“I’m gonna head back onto the bus. I got cookies if you wanna share.”

You held back a giggle and rolled your eyes fondly before opening the bathroom door and wiping your eyes free of tears.

“They better be chocolate chip.”

“Is there any other kind?”

You and Peter both laughed as you got back on the bus, already heading to the back together to find your seats. Peter put his journal away out of sight and smiled at you, taking out the cookies he had brought and offering one to you. It did nothing to ease the ache still in your heart but it did fill your stomach and no matter what you still liked being in Peter’s company.

*~*~*~*

The hotel for Prague turned out to be a lot better than the one they had stayed in during their time in Venice. Mr Harrington said that an anonymous someone had given them an upgrade which made Peter’s Spidey senses tingle. Maybe he was just being paranoid but he also knew that things like this were usually too good to be true.

Everyone was shown to their room, all except for Peter who got held back at reception by the lady at the desk.

“He said to leave this here for you when you arrived Mr Parker.”

Peter looked at her with confusion as he took the envelope, a familiar handwriting scrawled on top. His heart suddenly felt heavy but he pushed the resurfacing feelings of grief aside and nodded, making his way up to his room.

He could hear through the door that Ned and Betty were already inside making cutesy talk while soft music played. Whilst Peter loved his friends, he wanted to go somewhere quiet and open the letter. His mind had already decided where to go as he made his way towards the room number he needed and knocked.

The door opened to reveal your beautiful smile which already made Peter feel a sense of calm. He looked around for your suit buddy and sighed in relief as the room was empty.

“Can I come in?”

You nodded without hesitation, seeing the slight pain on Peter’s face and brought him to sit down on one of the comfy twin beds. He held the letter in slightly shaky hands and kept his eyes on it. You spotted the familiar logo on the envelope, the same that was on Peter’s glasses case and realised.

“Is that from-?”

“Mhm.” Peter nodded, keeping his lips in a tight thin line as he contemplated opening it. His mind was running a mile a minute with so many thoughts. He’d gotten the glasses from Tony and that was enough for him even if the card had been a bit of a riddle. He wasn’t sure if he could handle a letter too.

“Can you open it?” Peter looked at you pleadingly as he handed you the letter, his hands still visibly shaking. You hesitated before nodding and carefully opened the envelope, reading the letter aloud.

Dear Peter,

I’m writing this in case all goes well and we manage to restore normality, at least what once was. I know you’re going to do great things and maybe you’ll make mistakes along the way but that’s part of being human kid. God knows I made more than I can count.

I wanted to make your senior year as awesome as it should be so if you’re reading this then you made it kid. I don’t remember much of my last year of high school but I wanted to make sure you did so make the most of it and don’t worry about any extracurriculars on your trip.

I know you’ll make me proud Peter cause you already do. Now go have fun and don’t do anything I would do or anything I wouldn’t do. Remember the little grey area is where you operate.

Anonymous someone.

Peter laughed and sniffled as you finished, wiping his eyes as tears had started to fall. You quickly put the letter down and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him close.

“It’s okay.”

He nodded against your shoulder as a few more tears fell, his fingers clinging onto your sweater. Peter wasn’t sure whether to smile or cry more at the words from his mentor so he did both. He reread the letter again and again that night, feeling the weight on his heart ease. Tony had upgraded his class trip for him probably through Happy to make sure Peter had a nice time and he had also said he was proud of him. That hit Peter the most and it was what he needed to hear in that moment.

You both stayed like that for a few minutes as Peter’s breathing calmed, his tears reducing to sniffles. You rubbed his back comfortingly and played with his curls which seemed to relax Peter more as he stayed in your arms.

When you both pulled away neither was sure of what to say. Peter focused on clearing his face of tears and running a hand through his messy curls whilst you played with the sleeves of your sweater. You wished you could ask Peter to stay the night, after all your roommate for the trip had gone home with food poisoning.

Little did you know Peter was thinking the same thoughts, knowing Ned and Betty would probably still be in his room or go to hers. Sometimes they spooned and stayed up till late hours of the night talking, he wasn’t sure he could deal with that right now and he liked being in your company.

“Do you want to-?”

“Can I-?”

You both laughed as you spoke over each other, exchanging a back and forth argument of who should speak first. Peter insisted you speak and gave you a small smile.

You nodded and took a deep breath before looking into those familiar warm, honey coloured eyes. “Do you want to stay here tonight? There’s two beds and I heard there’s a Star Wars Marathon on tv.”

Peter’s smile widened, his eyes crinkling with happiness as he nodded. “I’d love to.”

The night passed by in a blur as you and Peter stayed up to watch his favourite movies, even having ordered some food from room service which had apparently also been covered by Stark industries. Just like in Venice, you laughed and joked and enjoyed each other’s company, smiling as you saw Peter enjoying himself.

There was still a hurt from earlier knowing how much he had wanted to be with MJ and you knew they would work together as a couple, you’d seen them in decathlon together but MJ seemed to be enjoying time with Brad and Peter was here with you. A warm flutter of butterflies exploded in your stomach as you met his gaze, he offered his warm smile and offered you some of his popcorn to which you nodded.

Maybe your chance wasn’t so dead after all.

Just as you were about to wind down for the night, it being way past midnight, Peter looked at you with a hesitant smile.

“Hey Y/n?”

You looked up at him in response, picking up some popcorn from your competition to see who could throw and catch the most in their mouths (Peter had won).

“I- um would you-” Peter stuttered over his words as they got caught on his tongue. He cleared his throat and you bit back a smile at how utterly cute he was. “There’s this big carnival tomorrow and I was hoping maybe w-we could go together?”

His cheeks flushed pink as he finally asked the question he’d been dying to ask all night, his eyes too scared to look at your reaction.

“Peter,” You walked over and cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. He relaxed at seeing the wide smile on your face. “I would love to go with you.”

His smile widened to match yours and a wave of relief washed over him. “That’s great.” He gave a chuckle and blushed as you delicately kissed his cheek before getting into your bed for the night.

“Just to make sure I meant like a date.” Peter clarified, worried about getting put into the friendzone.

You giggled and smiled at him from your bed. “I know Pete. It’s a date.” You winked at him before turning off the light and laying back, ready to fall asleep with a wide smile on your face.

Peter smiled wide as he laid in bed, the sheets and mattress softer than the last one he had slept on. Everything finally seemed to be falling into place, it wasn’t as Peter had imagined but it was far better.

*~*~*~*~*~*

The next morning Peter woke up feeling more refreshed than he had felt in a long time. The sun was shining over Prague and even Peter felt brighter in himself. He looked over at your bed and smiled as he found you still asleep, snoring softly.

Peter’s whole heart leapt at the sight and he let out a happy sigh as he thought about last night. You had comforted him and held him and had even agreed to go on a date with him tonight. He felt like the luckiest human alive which made him want to do a little dance in his bed as he thought about it.

“What are you doing?”

Peter blushed and looked over to see that you were now awake and looking at him with an amused smile.

“Uh nothing.” He laughed and got out of bed, gathering the letter and his shoes. You giggled as you watched him accidentally grab your sneakers before switching them for his own. “I better get going. Don’t want Mr Harrington to call an emergency buddy meeting again.”

You laughed and agreed with a nod, remembering the last one at the airport when Mr Harrington had panicked the whole group when he thought Ned had gone missing only to see he was right behind him.

Peter smiled at you as he opened the door, “I’ll see you later?”

You nodded and smiled wide, “Don’t be late Parker.”

He shook his head and laughed as he left, an unwavering smile on his face as he headed back to his room. Peter didn’t notice Flash see him leave your room with a smile and his shoes in hand nor the phone recording him.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Peter took a deep breath as he stood in front of the mirror, brushing down his shirt as he bit his lip. “I’m not sure.”

Ned sighed and flopped back onto his bed. “Peter, this is the 7th shirt you’ve tried on! You look fine!” He knew as soon as he uttered the last word that Peter would rummage through his suitcase yet again for the perfect shirt.

10 minutes later, Peter was finally ready for his date, much to Ned’s relief. He watched as Peter gave himself a pep talk in the mirror, mumbling in the hopes Ned couldn’t hear him.

“Okay here’s the plan-”

Ned was just about to tell Peter enough with his plans before the door opened and MJ walked in.

“Hey losers.”

“Have you ever heard of knocking?” Ned looked at her and raised his brow. MJ shrugged in response and sat down on Peter’s vacant bed. She looked at him as he turned back to the mirror and tried to tame his messy curls.

“So you and Y/n huh?” MJ noted with a smirk, stealing some of the gummy worms that Peter had brought for the trip. He turned around so quickly, he almost got whiplash.

“What?! I-” Peter was at a loss for words, he knew news spread quickly at Midtown but how had anyone found out in one night. “We’re not really a thing yet.” He blushed and avoided his friends’ gazes.

“Oh really? Then why did Flash see you leave her room last night in the same clothes as yesterday.” MJ smirked again and threw a gummy worm at Peter who looked at her with wide eyes.

“I just- I stayed in her room last night.” He admitted, his cheeks burning red as Ned and MJ didn’t look convinced. “But nothing happened!”

Ned and MJ shared a sympathetic look as they saw Peter’s distress grow at the rumor. He picked up his phone and panicked as he saw the midtown gossip website showing a video of him leaving your room. Before he could panic anymore Peter quickly made his way to the other side of the hotel floor and banged on Flash’s door.

“Woah penis what-?”

“Take it down.” Peter didn’t disguise his anger as Flash opened the door.

“What?”

“The video you took last night Flash. Please take it down.” Peter lowered his voice and pleaded. He knew this would affect you as soon as you saw it and the last thing he wanted was for you to get hurt because of him. Not again.

“Why? Don’t want everyone to know you’re not a virgin anymore?” Flash smirked and laughed before noticing the anger grow once more on Peter’s face. “The video’s out of my control. Sorry dude.”

Flash closed the door, not sounding sorry at all. Peter sighed and leaned against the wall, resting his head back. Everywhere around him classmates were getting ready for the carnival, whispering behind his back and giving him looks, he wasn’t sure if they were impressed looks or disgusted ones but either way he didn’t like them.

Peter usually lied low so he could avoid things like this and stay out of the rumor mill. He hated rumors and he hated being a part of them even more. Just as he was contemplating messaging Happy to see if he could do something, he heard a door open and looked up.

You walked out of your room, looking as beautiful as ever and Peter swear his heart almost dropped out of his stomach at the sight as the butterflies ran rampant in his stomach. You looked around before catching his gaze and smiling.

“Hey Pete.”

For a moment, Peter forgot how to form words, too focused on how beautiful you looked as you smiled. His throat felt dry and his hands felt clammy to the touch.

“H-hi.” He finally managed to say, his heart racing as you smiled wider and giggled.

“I was just coming to meet you. Are you ready to go?”

Peter thought back to the video circulating his classmates phones and he assumed you hadn’t seen it. He knew he should’ve told you there and then but he didn’t want to ruin your date or hurt you so he kept his lips sealed.

He nodded and gave you a small smile, heading out of the hotel with you. Your hands touched briefly as you walked and Peter almost took your hand in his before pulling away as he chickened out. You tried not to show your disappointment and offered Peter a smile.

The streets of Prague were full of life and celebration, everyone wearing bright colours and dancing along the streets as loud music played. Peter allowed himself to be distracted at the joy of the city before your hand slipped into his, catching him by surprise.

You gave his hand a squeeze and smiled, “So we don’t lose each other.” It was partially the truth but you mostly just wanted to hold his hand. Peter smiled and nodded but you could tell something was wrong.

It wasn’t just the rumour mill that was getting to Peter, the loud noises and brightness was causing his heightened senses to overload. He began to feel on edge and his palms grew even sweatier than before.

“Peter are you okay?”

He looked at you and bit his lip, shaking his head slowly. You squeezed his hand comfortingly and nodded, seemingly understanding what needed to be done as you led him over to the Ferris wheel.

Peter sighed in relief as you and him both got seated, your hands still interlinked as the door shut to the cart you were in.

“I hate crowds too.” You admitted with a soft blush and met his gaze. Peter smiled softly and squeezed your hand like you had done to his.

The wheel moved slowly allowing you both to enjoy the moment and the sights of the city. Peter knew that he didn’t need to fill the silence or try to talk, you were just there for each other as you had been last night and the whole trip.

Music from the streets filled the silence of the night as you and Peter looked out at the stars glittering in the night sky. It was right as you reached the peak of the wheel that Peter finally broke the silence.

“I really like you Y/n.”

You blushed and turned to Peter, noticing the redness of his cheeks and the staggered breaths escaping his lips. He looked straight ahead for a few moments before he felt your hand grip tighter onto his and saw your smile from the corner of his eye.

“I really like you too Peter.”

He smiled wide, mirroring yours before noticing your face fall just as fast.

“But I don’t want to be second best.”

Peter’s heart broke at her words, knowing she was thinking back to his journal. He shook his head and quickly cupped your cheeks in his hands, meeting your gaze lovingly.

“You’re not second best Y/n. You never were and you never will be. The truth is I’ve always liked you but I just- I never thought I would be lucky enough to have a chance with you.”

You smiled at the genuinity in Peter’s voice and his warm brown eyes that pulled you in ever closer until your lips were almost touching. “Always liked me huh?”

Peter nodded and smiled wide, the blush on his cheeks becoming brighter as he looked down at your lips.

“C-can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

You smiled as Peter’s lips finally met your own, after years of pining and wondering what if. Peter’s lips were soft and tasted like the cotton candy you had shared earlier. Your lips were sweeter than Peter had ever imagined, if that was possible.

Neither of you wanted the kiss to end but you could feel the need for air increasing in your lungs. You were the first one to pull back, catching your breath as you leaned your forehead against Peter’s. He chuckled softly and smiled so wide that his eyes crinkled.

“Woah.”

You nodded and pecked his lips once more with a giggle. The blush on your cheeks was rivalling Peter’s now as you noticed the ride was soon coming to an end. Peter looked disappointed before quickly paying for another ride.

“I hope you did that so you can kiss me again.” You smiled coyly and looped your arms around Peter’s neck.

“Maybe.” He shrugged and laughed before leaning in to kiss you again but this time he hesitated as he saw the looks from some of his classmates. The reminder hitting him like a train.

“Pete? What’s wrong?” Your fingers played with the curls at the nape of his neck as the wheel started to move again. Peter visibly gulped and his mood fell as he looked back at you.

“There’s something I have to tell you.”

You bit your lip in worry and nodded, having a feeling you knew what Peter was going to say.

“Pete I know.”

“You do?”

You giggled and nodded again, kissing his cheek and leaning in close. Peter blushed and looked guilty, his eyes avoiding yours.

“You being Spider-Man doesn’t bother me.”

Peter’s blood ran cold and he quickly shifted away, laughing in pretend disbelief. “I-What?! No. I-I’m not Spider-Man!”

You looked knowingly at him and rubbed his arm, taking his hand back in yours. “Peter it’s okay, i think it’s cool.” You smiled but Peter still sat in denial, shaking his head.

“I-” He gulped and sighed, biting his lip. “Is it that obvious?”

“No but I’ve had a crush on your for a while now and I’m not dumb Peter. The glasses and the letter from Iron Man. And then there was Washington. I just know you Peter.” You blushed and fidgeted with your hands, feeling embarrassed to admit your crush even though you had only kissed him 5 seconds ago.

Peter smiled, finding it endearing that you knew him and had paid attention to him all this time. He leaned back in close to you and rested his hand on yours.

“Oh my god!” You gasped, laughing as Peter was taken aback at your exclamation. “I’m dating a freaking superhero!” You giggled with Peter before kissing him again. The kiss was even more perfect than the last as your lips began to learn and memorise each other.

*~*~*~*~*

The carnival livened up even more as the night went on. The music became louder and the people got more drunk, something that might have made Peter annoyed but nothing could ruin his mood right now. He could still taste the sweetness of your lips on his and he just couldn’t get enough.

You giggled as Peter kissed your lips again after winning you a gigantic teddy bear. He smiled wide and giggled with you, the sound like music to your ears. You hugged the bear tight to your chest after choosing to name it Spidey which made Peter blush.

“This is so amazing.” You remarked as you took a moment to enjoy the scenery surrounding you. Peter sat with you on a nearby bench and nodded, hesitantly wrapping his arm around you. He smiled as you leaned into his side with a happy sigh. The moment was perfect and Peter was sure nothing could ruin it.

You jumped a little as your phone buzzed before pulling it from your pocket. Peter smiled to himself as he saw Spider-Man was the wallpaper on your phone. You blushed and tried to quickly hide it as you opened the message from Betty.

Peter turned his eyes towards the street to give you some privacy, the last thing he wanted you to think was that he was reading your texts (again).

He only looked back at you as you slowly pulled away from his arms, clutching your phone in your hands and only then did Peter notice that Betty had sent you the video of him leaving your room last night. You were scrolling through the comments and Peter saw that amongst the nice or gossiping comments that were hurtful ones calling you names.

“Y/n I-”

You shook your head and bit your lip, quickly locking your phone. You noticed a group of girls from your class staring at you and giggling, whispering in each other's ears.

“I have to go.” You sniffled as you grabbed your bag and quickly walked back to the hotel, ignoring Peter’s calls of your name. He sighed and tried to chase after you but within seconds he had lost you in the crowd and maybe for good this time.

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mammonprotectionsquad · 4 years ago

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Hello!! I really love your writing so to see you have submissions open made my heart go boom. I was wondering if you could do RFA+ minor trio (only if your cool with that many!!) Getting a flower crown from MC that has a cute meaning with the flowers? Or just the flower crown! Thank you very much!!

First of, thank you so much!

And the request is so so cute? Like??? I had to go with the meanings. It took me a bit to figure out what to pick for them, but I think it's all quite fitting 😊

I really hope you like this 💕

RFA+Minor Trio getting a flower crown from MC

Yoosung

Yoosung is struggling a bit with keeping concentrated and continuing to study properly for the next exams

so you suggested a little change of scenery. You'd lend him your laptop for a picnic in the park

being outside had often helped you study before, so you're hoping it's also working for him. At least it's worth a shot

"But aren't you gonna get bored?", he frowns and nearly looks like a kicked puppy

but you're quick to reassure him

"Don't worry. I brought flowers! I've wanted to make a flower crown for forever, so this is actually the perfect opportunity

Yoosung nods, but you still decide to lean in and plant a kiss on his lips, which leaves him blushing like mad

that's how you both start working in comfortable silence, occasionally brushing your legs or hands together

after a while, your boyfriend is still focused on what he's writing, you finished the crown and gently placed it on top of his head

he blinks a couple times in confusion, before he looks at his reflection in the screen

"It's so pretty! You sure you want me to have it? I bet it would look really cute on you."

"I'm very sure. I picked the flowers specifically for you after all", you hum and rest your chin on his shoulder, after scooting closer.

"W-wait, you did? So... what do they mean?"

"Well, you usually give white camellia to someone you think is adorable and lovable. And I think that fits you perfectly", you explain with a smile and peck his jaw

normally he would've whined about whether you didn't find him manly enough, but the fact that you put that much thought into it, just turned him into a blushing mess and he pulls you into his lap, to be able to bury his face in your hair

you chuckle and wrap your arms around his neck

"Do you like it?"

he nods and finally pulls far enough away to be able to kiss you lovingly, mumbling a "thank you" against your lips

Zen

Zen has yet to return from a meeting, where it would be revealed who got which role for a new musical

you have absolutely no doubt that he will score the lead role, because you just know he aced the casting. He always gives his all, after all

but you thought that getting him a simple bouquet of flowers to congratulate him was getting a little bit old

and that's exactly why you worked on a flower crown for him instead, because it was something a bit more personal, since you've made it yourself

when he texts you that he's gonna be home soon with his winking emote, you know that it means good news

so you practically wait by the door like an excited puppy and as soon as the door opens, you're jumping into his arms, put the flower crown on top of his head and then shower his face with kisses

he stumbles a bit, but is quick to rest his hands on your thighs to keep you up and begins to chuckle

"Now that's a nice way to get welcomed..."

"Congratulations, baby!"

he beams at you and chases your lips for a proper kiss

"Thank you~ But where's the crown for my love?"

"It's about you today, so only you get one. Besides, the flower was picked because of its meaning."

"Oh? And what does it mean?", he asks, while he carries you to the couch and sits down on it with you in his lap

"Stock flowers stand for a happy life."

he smiles widely, but before he can say anything, you add on

"And it also stands for lasting beauty. Better safe than sorry, right?"

he rolls his eyes fondly at you and you just can't help but laugh brightly at his reaction

"But jagiii", he nearly whines. "We both know that nothing could ever take this beauty from me!"

still he pulls you close and nuzzles your cheek

"Also, as long as you're by my side, I'll always be happy. Now... How about we celebrate my new role?"

the way he winks at you causes your cheeks to turn a bright pink and before you know it, you're already getting carried into the bedroom

Jaehee

it's already been six months, since you and Jaehee had opened the cafe together

and in order to celebrate, you wanted to get her a nice, little present

though whenever you asked her what she would like, she told you that she didn't need any presents and that having you at her side was more than enough as a gift

that didn't stop you from wanting to pull through with your idea, though

because your girlfriend deserves everything nice in this world

one day you get the idea to make a flower crown. It's cute and personal, especially when you put thought into what kind of flowers to get for it

fast forward to another morning in the cafe, where you two prepare everything, before opening

while Jaehee adjusts the cake layout a bit, you use the moment and sneak up on her, to place the flower crown on her head

she makes a surprised noise and is quick to look at her reflection in the glass

"What's this about?"

"A little present for the six month anniversary of the cafe!", you explain cheerfully and reach out to take her hand

she looks flustered as she gives your hand a squeeze

"But that's not all. I picked the pink roses specifically because of their meaning. Because I admire how hard you always work for your dream. And I am grateful that you're letting me have a part in said dream and that I'm allowed to be at your side."

*Jaehee cups your cheek in her hand and leans in to gently brush her nose against yours, her eyes warm and full of adoration

"And I'm grateful that you are staying with me through all of this. I love you..."

"I love you too, Baehee," you giggle

even though she rolls her eyes at you for that, she still pecks your lips, before you both continue the preparations

she actually refuses to take the flower crown off all day

Jumin

Jumin took a weekend off and insisted that you would spend it at the cherry farm

mainly because he finally wants to take you there, share a place with you that always felt somewhat soothing to him

also, it's a good excuse to keep you all for himself, for that weekend

he even made it very clear that he wouldn't tolerate any interruptions, especially when they're work related

sadly some things still needed to be taken care of by him. So when he gets an urgent call, because something was seemingly going terribly wrong, he reluctantly excuses himself with a kiss to your forehead, before he retreats to take care of business

of course it's kind of a bummer, but you know that if it wouldn't really be urgent, your husband would've told poor Jaehee to take care of it for him

still you refuse to let that dampen your mood and go to explore a bit on your own

your eyes light up when you find out that there are all sorts of flowers and without having to think too much about it, the decision of making a flower crown is made and you almost immediately get to work

after all, there's probably quite some time to finish it, before Jumin is done with the emergency phone conference

it's nearing the evening when you hear the familiar rustling of papers, which usually means that he's done with his work

so you're quick to grab the flower crown and hide it behind your back, while you wait close to the door of the makeshift office

Jumin's entire face seems to light up, when he gets greeted by your wide smile and you use him leaning in to kiss your cheek to plop the flowers on his head

he makes a surprised noise and moves to the mirror in the spacious bedroom

"Did you make this? It's really beautiful."

"I did~ Want to know the meaning behind the flowers?"

he nods, as you wrap your arms around his waist from behind

"Well... Dahlias pretty much mean "forever thine". Which I am. They stand for commitment and an everlasting bond. The peonies stand for happy marriage. Thought it can't hurt to throw a few of them in", you explain and chuckle

Jumin turns around in your arms and cups your cheeks in his hands, his eyes holding nothing but love and adoration for you, before he already leans in to kiss you deeply

"I will also be forever thine, my love. And I know marriage with you can be nothing but happy."

your cheeks flush a bright red and you are quick to bury your face on his shoulder, while he wraps his arms securely around you

"Next time, you'll have to teach me how to make those. So I can also make you one and we can match."

Seven

since this guy can get pretty lost in his work, thankfully it's now mainly building toys, you use that time to try and bond a bit more with his twin

that worked pretty well through flowers, which led to you learning how to make flower crowns

and because Saeran knows pretty much everything about flower language, it's the perfect opportunity to involve a little message for your boyfriend

you're beaming when you two are back at the bunker and you're pretty much skipping up to Saeyoung's work space

"Oh ho ho, is that my lovely 606, I hear?", he exclaims without looking up

instead of answering, you opt for dropping the flower crown on his head and then place yourself into his lap with a wide smile

he is quick to grab his phone and uses the front camera to be able to see what's on his head

"Aaw, babe! That's so cute! And let me guess... Judging by you spending so much time with Saeran today, it probably has a meaning?"

you nod and brush his bangs out of his eyes

"You gonna tell me?"

"Fine, but only because you asked so nicely", you tease and that earns you a playful pinch to the side

"Okay, so... Let's start with the meaning for baby's breath-"

you get interrupted by his chuckling and raise a brow at him, your arms now crossed in front of your chest, as you try your best not to smile at his obvious amusement over the flower's name

"Sorry... continue."

"As I was about to say, baby's breath means everlasting and unconditional love."

his expression softens immediately and he pulls you a little closer to his chest

"And the primrose stands for "I can't live without you". I thought it's pretty fitting, because I can, in fact, not live without you anymore. Not that I would want that in the first pl-"

this time the cause of the interruption is a kiss. A little messy, but full of love and Saeyoung buries a hand in your hair to keep you nice and close

"You can't just drop something as romantic as that on me!"

"Sooo, I take it that you like it?", you hum and lean in for another kiss

"I do... And I can't live without you either. Meaning you're stuck with me!"

and just like that, the former semi romantic atmosphere changes and you're trying to escape the fingers that tickle your sides mercilessly

V/Jihyun

after finally moving into your new house together, organising your belongings and making it the cozy home you both dreamed for it to be, it was finally the first day with no big plans

you both spend the day in the garden, since it's warm and sunny outside

while Jihyun sits on the patio and sketches away, you are sitting in the grass with a basket of flowers next to you

it's one of the moments where you're glad about your boyfriend getting so lost in his art, because that means you can actually surprise him

occasionally you look up from your work on the flower crown and smile at how concentrated he is. You always found the way his brows would furrow in concentration, and how he sometimes pursed his lips, absolutely endearing

when you are finally done, you get up from your spot and saunter over to where he's sitting

casually, you drop the flowers on his head, before you take a seat next to him and you can't help but snicker at how owlishly he blinks at you

he carefully reaches up to touch the flower crown and you're quick to pull out your phone, so he can look at it using the front camera

his expression immediately shifts into a fond one and he takes your hand to press a kiss to the back of it

"You always say you're not artistically talented and here you are, making me this beautiful flower crown", he hums

you wave him off, the slightest blush covering your cheeks

"Shush... I just wanted to make something nice for you. Now, ready to hear why I picked yarrow as the main flowers?"

he hums in confirmation and you reach out with your free hand to play with the hair in the nape of his neck

"It has several meanings. First one is love. And I do love you. A lot."

"I love you, too...", he nearly whispers and steals a sweet kiss

"The second meaning is healing."

that one goes without saying. He healed a lot and he usually says you played a big part it in, so it feels pretty fitting

"And the third one is inspiration. An artist can never have enough of that, right?"

you both chuckle and Jihyun rests his forehead on your shoulder

"I doubt I'll ever run out of inspiration when you're with me, my love."

"Mhm... You saying I'm your muse?"

"I thought that much was obvious."

he kisses his way up your neck and to your lips, causing you to smile into the kiss

"Thank you. We'll have to find a way to dry it safely, so we can hang it up, somewhere. Maybe in my studio~"

Saeran

the thing is, you learn a lot about flowers and their meanings with Saeran

mainly because it's absolutely adorable how excited he gets, when you ask him about a flower and he tells you everything he knows about it

and especially the ones with a meaning that are fitting for either him or your relationship are easy to remember

the thing that's not so easy though is getting those flowers and turning them into a flower crown, without him noticing it

it's supposed to be a surprise, after all

so in order to keep him occupied for a while, you've gotten him some seedlings of plants you know he wanted to add to the garten, at some point

while he's busy taking care of those in the green house, you could use that time to make the flower crown from him

when you are done, he's thankfully still working in the greenhouse. Meaning you are actually able to surprise him

even if you're a little nervous about his reaction, you're even more excited

you've made it a habit to hum quietly when you enter the greenhouse, as to not startle him, the flowers hidden behind your back

with a bright smile, your boyfriend stopped his work and turned to face you

"Is someone missing me? I certainly missed you."

you're sure that it's only a matter of time until your heart eventually jumps right out of your chest, with how cute he always is

"I always miss you, I thought you knew that. But also... I've got something for you."

holding out the flower crown, you smile widely at him

"Tadaaa! What do you think?"

Saeran's eyes grow big and round as he just stares at it for a moment

of course he knows the meaning of both flowers and he swallows thickly as he carefully brushes his fingers over them

"Lily of the valley and Forget-me-nots...", he murmurs, mint eyes now focused on you again

you step closer and reach up to plop the flower crown on his head, before you rest your hands in his chest

"Lily of the valley, because the meaning of "You've made my life complete", was just too fitting. So is the happiness it symbolizes and I get to experience every day with you."

you notice a single tear rolling down his cheek and are quick to wipe it away with the pad of your thumb

"And Forget-me-not because you are indeed my true love", you continue in a whisper

Saeran is absolutely speechless for a moment and all he can do is pull you into a tight hug, nearly clinging to you

"I love you so much, my angel... This...", he swallows thickly. "Thank you."

"I should be the one thanking you for being in my life", you murmur and rub his back soothingly

for a while you just stay like that, holding on to each other, before he pulls back and presses a kiss to your forehead

"I hope you know that this means you'll get a flower every day for all the things you make me feel."

you chuckle and squish his cheeks lightly in your hands

"Why do I get the feeling our house will be filled with flowers?"

"Maybe we should think about getting a bigger one, then", he teases and then leans in for a proper kiss

Vanderwood

you spend quite some time at the bunker to keep an eye on the twins, make sure they're eating properly, etc

god knows they both don't exactly have the best eating habits

and while you absolutely enjoy spending time with those two, it's also a nice bonus that Vanderwood still occasionally shows up

to say that you have a crush on him is an understatement, at that point

he seems quite fond of you as well

at least he's not trying to tase you, which you take as a very good sign, and more often than not, you even spend some time together, when the twins aren't up to their usual shenanigans (meaning Saeyoung doing something that pisses off Saeran, and the latter chasing him through the bunker for it)

it's another day where you're lucky enough that Vanderwood is also there

and you're kind of on a mission

with the help of Saeran, you were able to pick the perfect flowers and are now sitting in the living room, working on your flower crown

the man seems to have perfect timing

because just as you've finished, Vandy walks into the room and frowns a bit at the creation in your hands

"Perfect timing!", you exclaim happily and nearly jump up

his frown only deepens and as soon as the flower crown gets placed on his head, he has absolutely no idea what's going on

"What's this for?", he asks and just eyes you for a moment

"It's a present. And... maybe you want to look up the meanings for gardenias and geraniums", you say in a sing-song voice

telling him with flowers is probably easier than telling him face to face

so before he can demand of you to just tell him what they mean, you are already off, calling out an excuse of having to prepare dinner

he lets out a long sigh, but still pulls out his phone, the first flower he looks up being the gardenia

and for a couple seconds all he does is stare at the screen, telling him that they stand for secret admiration

huh?

then he moves on to look up geranium

"You're my preference...", he mutters under his breath and shortly it feels like his brain stops working

after all, he's not exactly used to... well, feelings like that. Especially aimed at him

about 20 minutes later, he joins you in the kitchen, rubbing his neck as he leans against the counter next to you

the first thing you notice is that he's actually wearing the flower crown and your jaw nearly drops open

also you make a mental note to better check on Saeyoung later and make sure he wasn't passed out somewhere, because he got tased for making fun of his former colleague for wearing a flower crown

"So... Wanna maybe go out for some drinks, tomorrow?"

you blink. And then blink again, needing a moment to let his words sink in

but when they do, your entire face lights up and you're quick to nod, causing Vanderwood to break out into the faintest smile

"I'd love to."

"Good. I'll pick you up at 9, then."

seems like your plan actually did work out, since you obviously scored a date with Vandy

"Say... you didn't tase Saeyoung by any chance, did you?"

"... I gave him a fair warning. He brought it on himself."

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melaninenthusiasts · 4 years ago

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Maldonia | Prince Naveen

Prince Naveen x black reader

"We are never doing this again," I say as I finished getting dressed at the foot of Naveen's bed now sliding the remaining of my dress down.

I don't know how we even got here.

Well, let me re- phrase that:

I know exactly how this how we got here.

A typical drunken night of passion on the night of Maldonia's Independence Day. We were at a party and there we're drinks. Lots and lots of drinks.

And he was just there with that gorgeous brown skin and pretty long eyelashes and charming accent just tempting me to go there with him.

Naveen chuckled to himself at my statement. "You said that after the first round and the second" he licked his lips. "And the third"

I slipped back on my heels. "Well, I mean it this time," I say looking back at him deep into his eyes.

That sexy smirk on his face rose again.

"Wanna go another before we make that official before I go?" He suggested to me.

Wow, I really forgot he was leaving.

I chuckled to myself. "No"

This man is so cocky.

"C'mon, it'll be like goodbye sex. You know I'm leaving for New Orleans."

"To find you a privileged princess," I smirked.

"Ha ha, very funny" he says watching me get dressed. He just layed there in the large bed half naked.

"One day your gonna find a woman who's gonna make your work for love" I say to him and he listens. "Not me though, that shit would be exhausting." I add.

"I'm Prince Naveen of Maldonia. I never work for anything. Women practically drop their panties at the sight of me. Kind of like you did last night."that sexy smirk rises on his face again.

I playfully rolled my eyes at him.

That got me thinking about last night and how everything went down.

There I was at the Independence Day party with my two bestfriends having fun until they ditched me to dance with some guys.

There were our traditional Maldonia colors everywhere. In confetti, people's attire, and of course the drinks. Peach and purple with the Maldonian castle on the flag.

As of now, I was at the bar sipping my Maldonia Martini that was a peach Crown Royal with purple crystals on the outside.

I just wanted to hang with my girls but I guess plans change.

"Another round of shots!" The life of the party, Naveen orders the employees behind the bar.

"Hey, Ria. Enjoying the party?" He looks over to me with a kind smile.

He had just came from being danced on by some women on the dance floor. He's what you call a Ladies' Man.

"The name is Aria, we're not in academy anymore. " I snap stirring my drink.

"Oh okay, my bad" he throws his hands up in defense.

We have known eachother for as long as I can remember. We went to academy together and our families are pretty close-like weekly family dinners close. Ever since his parents cut him off, Naveen has been searching for his Princess Charming. He knows that I don't have the amount of dough of his liking. I dodged that bullet with him. He wouldn't dare do that to me anyway. Whoever he plans to marry for money is their problem.

That's why today he is having his last hoorah for good times sake before he jets off to America—New Orleans.

I was apart of the few people in his circle that new of this. He will be missed-even with his slightly conceited, spolied-self.

"You know Navé, Im gonna miss you Navé. Underneath all of the glitter and gold, there's a nice,kind man." I say to him and he smiles at me.

"I guess I deserve that for calling you by your nickname. I'm gonna miss you too." He says.

"I know your friends ditched you but why are you not out dancing?" He asks. "Let me be your wingman. " Navé says and I shake my head no

"C'mon Ria, you gotta loosen up. There's plenty of guys out here for you to mingle with," Naveen says to me as he waits for his drink beside me at the bar. He was so busy ranting to me that he forgot that he was waiting for a drink. He's a prince, he never does that. Naveen gets what he wants when he wants it. That's just how it is with him.

"Wait, why am I waiting?" He says to himself causing to laugh at him. "What a man got to get another round of shots around here!" Naveen yelled loudly at the bartender.

I laughed at how irritated he was getting on waiting for his drinks. Unlike his usual V.I.P treatment in clubs and venues, this was already an exclusive party. So everyone basically got treated the same.

"Round of shots for the Prince!"the mixer fixed his shots to his liking.

"So what happened to Brandon?" He asks me referring to my ex. Naveen and I haven't seen eachother in a while so we were catching up.

"Brandon," I corrected him. "And he cheated. It's whatever."

"Are you serious? If I ever see him I'll-" he started to get mad. "How could he do that to you? You're gorgeous, sexy, and kind of nice" I chuckled playfully hitting him at that last part.

"But seriously...how?" He scoffs to himself in frustration.

"Here," Naveen passes me the Maldonian alcohol in the shot glass.

"To my last hoorah and getting you a night of passion," he says before linking arms with me as we both through our heads back taking the shots. I immediately felt the burn go to my throat. We unhooked arms.

"Woo!" Naveen exclaims in excitement.

"So, how you feeling about leaving?" I ask him.

"You know, I'm actually kind of scared. I've been here my entire life and never been on my own before. It's about damn time." He says admittedly.

"But I'm hella excited for New Orleans. The culture, the scenery, the music. I just need a new environment."

"I get that. But you'll be fine. Just do whatever your heart tells you."

Before I knew it, we talked some more and he helped me muster the courage to dance with someone as he did the same. I was on the dancefloor grinding my hips on a man I had just met.

Naveen locked eyes with me as he looked unamused by the girl grinding on him. The stunning woman felt all on his body pushing herself onto him but all he could do was gaze at me.

The man I was still dancing on hugged my waist squeezing me tightly as we motioned to the rhythm of the music.

Once we both then switched partners to dance with eachother.

"Let's go," I pull him closer to whisper in his ear. His lingering eyes gaze deep into mines in desire. I then took his hand leading us out of the party.

_______

"I-I'm gonna do you soo hard," I slur out to him tugging his shirt closer to me. I chuckle drunkenly and started nibbling on ear. Sending teasing pecks on his jawline, I felt a smile rise on his face.

"Fucking would be nice, eh?" He says to me with that charming accent.

His hands trail from my waist to my ass squeezing it passionately. My lips gravitated to his getting lost in them. The kisses grew from being innocent to sloppy.

We were now the leaning against the wall of the private elevator of his Royal Suite. We had entire suite to ourselves. And I was going to make sure to christen all of the rooms.

I got excited as we were rising up to our floor. Sticking my tongue down his throat with my arms around his neck, Naveen picked me up to wrap my legs around his waist. Without breaking the kiss,he managed to unlock the door.

We were now in the spacious white livingroom area accented with golden decorations. I threw my head back as Navé sent teasing pecks all throughout my neck.

"Are you ready for this?" He murmurs as his lips brushes against the skin of my neck.

"I should be asking you that question" I say I he lays us on the couch.

______

We got a little hunger after the first round. Here we were in the kitchen area looking for something to snack on.

With nothing but Naveen's white button down and a pair of lace panties on, I searched in the large refrigerator for a snack.

Naveen comes over behind me shirtless with his arms wrapped around me. He started sending teasing pecks on my neck.

I then grabbed the bowl of strawberries to take a bite of one. He then ate the remaining of it from my hand.

He then let go of me to grab a few things as I sat on the wide kitchen counter.

I continued eating strawberries as ge turned around with a few things in his hands. Whipped cream, honey, and chocolate syrup.

"For the strawberries, " he says and I chuckle. Naveen makes his way over to me standing in between my legs.

I grab the spray can of whipped cream and eat some. I nod my hand at how good it was.

Naveen then takes the can.

After spraying a bit of whipped cream on my neck, he licks it off.

I giggled at the sensation.

"You like that?" His eyes lingered in mines.

"Yeah," I smiled.

Naveen then snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Can I atleast get a goodbye kiss?" Navé asks. "One for the road?" He pouts his lips. I couldn't help but eye his built physique.

This man is so greedy I swear.

I roll my eyes making my way over to him sitting down on the bed. I gravitate my lips towards his once again feeling his soft touch. His tongue waved it's way down my throat and I couldn't seem to break the kiss. His hand felt on my thigh urging me to go there again.

"Okay, maybe this one last time," I chuckle to myself.

"Arania" he said before I could leave. I looked over to him. "Yes, Navé?"

"You we're the one who got away. How did I loose you?" He asked me and I had no words.

Hearing him say that was everything but it wasn't enough for us to be anything. We both knew that.

Lost for words, I just shrugged. "I don't know" I say.

"Have fun in New Orleans. And remember what I said." I say before exiting his spacious bedroom suite.

THE END

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE MY UBER DRIVER

Marcus Alvarez x Reader

Anon asked: Hey, could you do an imagine with Alvarez where the reader is a very close friend of Chucky and once she brought peach pie to the club and he's there for a meeting with Bishop, and she ask him if he wants some and she's overall really kind with him and his boys that he's surprised to see someone so nice to them even if it's the first time they met?

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford ✨

Word Count: 2.5k

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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Chuckie and you have been friends since four months ago, when you move from San Diego to Santo Padre. There was no reason to do it, you just feel tired of being you whole life living at your hometown, and you were looking for a change of scenery. You opened a bakery store in the center of the small city and he was your first customer. You thought he was a somewhat weird, until you met him a little more. Chuckie was kind and pretty gentle, so that made easy to turn you two from strangers into good friends. So, when he asked you to go to his birthday party, you didn't surprise. He also wanted to introduce you to his friends, even if you already met one called Happy, who was strangely kind when he tasted your pancakes. The biker with rough look told you they reminded him of what his mother used to prepare for him. At that point, you really stopped judging people by their looks.

Chuckie didn't ask you for a birthday cake, but you thought it would be a good gift cook his favourite one. Peach and cream.

Parking at the entrance of the car scrapping, you hold the big cardboard box between your arms with a extreme care as if it was a bomb, following the rows made by scrap and the latin music sounding somewhere. You reach a crowded yard with a blue house in the middle of it and a lot of motorbikes around. You have already heard about the Mayans, but it's the first time you're there feeling somewhat small and lost.

“Yo! Man, who's that piece of art?” Angel says, among Coco and Gilly on the porch, watching you looking for Chukie.

“I don' know, let's see, hermano”. Gilly smirks at him, hitting his chest with a soft gesture.

“Can we help you, mami?” With a strong mexican accent, a skinny and tall man comes closer to you, pulling away the long strands of hair from the roots to the back of his head.

“Yeah… Ahm… Chukie?” You reply in a shy mood consuming you. “I'm (Y/N)”.

“He's insi—”.

“Hey, love!” A familiar voice interrupts him behind you.

“Happy! You're here too!” The man places an arm on your shoulders, taking the toothpick from his mouth to leave a kiss on your left cheek.

“Cake, uh?”

“Yeah. It's a present for Chukie”.

“You know her, brotha'?” Gilly asks then, a little bit curious.

“She has a bakery store here. Chuckie's friend, and also mine. Don' mess with her”. Happy's scratchy voice doing that warning makes you feel somewhat safe, even if they don't look as bad as you heard. “Come with me, love”.

Raising your chin like a farewell, for the moment, you let the man guides your steps inside the clubhouse where the music is a little low than outside. The men there are older than the other, sharing beers and laughs surrounded by a lot of girls. Girls that, by the way they have to caress and treat every one, you know what they are. But you don't even care.

“(Y/N)! You came!” Chuckie's excited voice claim for your attention, walking somewhat faster towards him when Happy lets you go, leaving the cake on the wooden bar so you can hug him tightly.

“Happy birthday!” You say before giving him a kiss, pointing after that the cake.

“Smells like peach! I accept that!” He looks like a five years old super excited, holding your hand to accompany you to a large room with a huge table in the middle of.

The men inside looks at you with curiosity, getting up from their chairs.

“That's my good friend, (Y/N)”.

“Nice to meet you, kid. I'm Tranq”. A big and tall one comes closer, narrowing your hand as you show him your best and dearly smile.

“Che Romero to serve you, but you can call me ‘Taza’”. Another man, the oldest one but with a kind smirk on his face does the same gesture.

“Bishop Losa, querida. A pleasure to meet you finally. Chukie talks a lot about you”. El Presidente hold your right hand gentle, leaving a paternal caress on the back of it.

“Yeah, they talk about you all too. I'm sorry it took me so long to finally come”.

“We know about your bakery store, and that box you brought… smells pretty good from here, sweetheart”. Tranq says supporting his forearms on the top of a chair, making you chuckle.

“Is it yours?” An unknown man, with mexican accent and a light whistle pronouncing every ‘s’, appears at your back.

“Yes, sir”. You nod turning above your sneakers, feeling a soft jump shaking your heart when you focus your gaze on him.

“Marcus Álvarez”. He raises a hand on air, taking you some seconds to react, narrowing it when you start to feel stupid.

“(Y/N). Nice to meet you”. You just say.

“C'mon! I want to introduce you to my north Cali friends!” Chuckie sound so excited that makes you laugh, saying goodbye with a hand to the men smiling at you somewhat warm.

You can't help but being so obliging with everything. Helping the prospect to take more beer from the warehouse, helping with the barbecue and the music. You just want to contribute at Chuckie's party because he's your friend and you want to make him feel the most special man on earth, at a day like this. You're having a lot of fun going from a side to the other, sneaking with other Mayans, mostly with Angel who looks so interested in dancing with you, in the way to help someone else. They're like a big family around California and some nearby states. And you felt like part of it since you put a foot there.

“Hey, kid, have a rest!”

Tranq has a hand raised, making a gesture to come closer. Leaving the box of Jose Cuervo over the bar, you nod walking towards the men you met at the main room a couple hours ago. Taza makes you some space by his side at the sofa, falling down there actually feeling somewhat tired. Bishop opens a beer for you, offering it before sitting in front of the sofa.

“Are you having fun?” He asks.

“Yes! I've never been in a… party like that. I like it. Reminds me to my family”.

“All drunk and a little high?” Tranq laughs, exactly like you do.

“Yeah, more or less. I'm from San Diego, but my family are from Guadalajara”.

“So you're used to this kind of celebration, but without the bikers part”. Taza jokes a little, making you nod again.

“What about Chuckie and you? Just friends?” Seems like Bishop wanted to ask that a while ago.

“Just friends. He was my first customer. He's cool and smart. And knows a lot of things. But, just friends”. You say then, understanding that they want to endorse their friend.

“Chuckie is a good man. Somewhat weird. But he's loyal”. Tranq ads then, drinking from his beer with pursed lips.

“I assume you're single”. Bishop says leaning forwards somewhat above the table.

You laugh a little bit nervous and ashamed, covering your mouth slightly with a hand.

“I'm just asking to protect your ass from my dogs”. He assure infecting his laughter to the others, knowing well that he's referring to the first men you met before finding Happy. But you also know there's something else hiding behind that question.

You're not stupid. You have seen sideways Marcus looking at you at four times. And even if you didn't asked him about his gazes, looks like he wants to talk with you and doesn't know how to do it without scare you. Guns, long rides, a lot of risks… Sounds like it's not easy to live with. And, because of their behavior, family is the most important thing for them. Put something like that into a danger it's not an option. But even if it's just your thoughts not being sure if he's interested, you could try. You hear him talking with other women there in a gentle way, taking care about them as only a good man, and also a good father, could do. The work he does, doesn't determine how he is. And you like it. You like him since you heard his voice, feeling that good energy around as soon as he was close to you.

The night passed by, between more beers, tequila shots and pieces of the cake you made. It's been a long time since you had some fun. Everyone is delighted with it and you're more happy than other days because of the alcohol. And because of that, you decide to take a first step, knowing that you probably are going to regret it. So getting up, and pretending you're okay, your steps follow Marcus direction to the room they called Templo.

“Hey!” You say, sounding more excited than you should. “Did you taste the cake?”

The mexican turns at you, surprised at first because he didn't expect you. Smiling at you, he just simply nods wearing the black leather kutte after clean it with a wet rag, looking shiny than a while ago.

“Good!” You reply feeling truly stupid, not knowing what you can say to continue the talk. But he's staring at you like if he was waiting for something else. Like you leaving, for example. “Well, I just… I'm goin' home and I was asking myself if you liked it, 'cause you don' look seem very talkative”.

“It was a long day”. He says walking closer to your position. “You're not going to drive, aren't you?”

“No, ahm… Chuckie told me I could leave my car here, so I'm gonna call an Uber”. You shake your head, making a gesture with your left hand to take away its importance.

“Where do you live, ah?”

“Second avenue, next to the post office. It's ten minutes walking, but Angel make me dance too much”.

That's the point. That's the hook ready to fish, and you don't know how the hell you have thrown it in such an amazing move. Marcus doesn't say anything about it, erasing the relaxed gesture from his face.

“It was a pleasure…” Focusing on the vest, you read one of the patches. “Padrino. I hope you enjoy the party”.

He nods in silence before seeing you turn over your steps to walk outside of the room. You say goodbye faster than you would like, promising that you will come back soon, looking for Chukie after that. He's with Happy next to the Mayans bikes sharing some drinks and old memories.

“Hey, guys!” With both hands into the pockets of the jacket, you smile at them.

“Are you leaving, love?” The taller one asks, giving you back two kisses.

“Yeah, I'm kinda tired and I should work tomorrow”. You say before hugging Chukie tightly. “Thanks for inviting me, it was pretty fun”.

“I'll visit you tomorrow anyway!” He says blissful as always.

“Cool! Good night, guys”.

“Rest, love”.

At least you can walk straight through the hallway of the scrapping, right to the street. Rubbing your face with both hands, you feel like an idiot about the idea of Marcus having some interest, hoping he thinks you drunk too much. By the way, the fresh and cold air of the dawn helps you a little, crossing your arms before reach your car. You look at it, ready to drive it, but doesn't look like a good idea. So you finally leave it there, continuing with slow steps to the outside of the place, until the roar of an engine calls your attention. Turning aside, you find him stopping at your position.

“C'mon, I will take you home”. The mexican is giving you a black helmet, turning off the bike.

“Oh, no, no. Don't worry”. You say with pursed lips, feeling the shame running through your body, pretending you're waiting for the Uber car with your phone in a hand.

“C'mon, chamaca”. He insists moving his arm again, knowing that he'll not take ‘no’ for an answer.

Biting your lower lip, you nod holding it to sit behind him. Wrapping his waist with both arms, you try to relax yourself on your way back home, noticing that he's driving slower than normal. But you're not going to complain about it, resting your chest on his back getting somewhat comfy until he reaches your avenue. Then, the nerves return again when you have to point the building where you live at. Marcus parks there, letting you get up first.

“Thank you”. You just say pretending that everything is okay, while you return him the helmet.

“The cake was delicious”.

Raising your gaze from the keys you were looking for, your eyes go straight to the darkest. Now, he is who wants to talk, although he doesn't sound insecure as you did. You smile like an idiot, playing with the key chain and the nose bridge slightly wrinkled.

“I don't know if you are into the date game, bu—”.

“Yeah, tell Angel I would like it”. You're teasing him for making you wait and making you feel stupid for some minutes. And by the way his steps towards you stop dead and the look on his, you know it worked.

“I will”. He just replies back, tightening the gloves around his wrists.

“Really?”

“Sure, chamaca”.

You laugh somewhat funny, taking another step closer.

“You should see the look on your face”.

“I don't know what are you talking about”. He gives you his back somewhat prideful, keeping the helmet you used into a bag hanging by a side of the motorbike.

“You were looking at me”. You finally say licking your lips, after clicking your tongue slightly.

“Looked like you were part of the fam'”. He answers automatically, sitting on the bike with both hands catching the handlebar.

“Was it bad?”

“No. I actually liked seeing you taking care of my boys, when no one asked you to do it”. Even if that sounded a little passive-aggressive at the end, doesn't stop you to come closer enough to face him.

“I would really like to have a date with you, if that it… was you were to ask”.

“What if it wasn't?” Now, Marcus is playing your same game, at least, you hope it.

“Me sentiré aún más pendeja”. (I'll feel more stupid). You chuckle rubbing your nose in a nervous gesture.

The man laughs because of your words, shaking his head for a while. Then, he nods.

“I want it. Maybe I asked mi primo if he could find out what was going on between you and Chuckie”.

“Just ‘maybe’?”

“I'll pick you up tomorrow night. At seven?”

You lean towards him, leaving a soft kiss on his right cheek as a way to accept it.

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Maybe, Just Maybe

Someone To Stay Ch. 5

Spencer x Fem reader

Content/Trigger warnings: a little bit of body image issues

Spencer POV:

It's been a few days since I hung out with Y/N. I'm truly glad she was the one I got to go with. I feel like we might have a lot in common, and she's easy to be around. For a little while, I almost forgot about everything that happened...about her. The next day the thoughts came sinking slowly back in, but they don't feel as debilitating as they used to. Maybe Derek was right, getting out, being around people, it may not be easy for me but it may be what's best. Maybe I should try to get out of my comfort zone a little. I want to get better, I do. But being social, well it's never been my strong suit, and to try to do it now, when I feel so emotionally vulnerable, it's particularly difficult.

Other than the dinner at Rossi's, my friends haven't been inviting me out as much as they used to. I'm pretty sure they got tired of the inevitable rejection. I want them to see that I'm trying, that I want to do better, to get better. Maybe if I reach out first...

I grab my phone to call JJ. She's like a sister to me, and she's been the best at trying to understand what I've been going through.

"Hey, Spence!" She sounds surprised but glad to hear from me.

"Hey, I was uhh.. well I was just wondering..." my words trail off as I find myself suddenly losing confidence in my endeavor.

"Yeah, what's up?" Her voice has a calming effect on me.

"Well...I was wondering if the team had any plans this weekend? To hang out or...I don't know."

"Actually we don't. But we should! I think I have an idea. There's something I've been wanting us all to do. There's a Lakehouse up for rent, and I think it would be fun if we all went up for a weekend. What do you think?"

I'm not very into outdoor activities, but the idea of reading on a porch by the lake sounds incredibly calming and therapeutic. It also sounds like a good time for me to start hanging out with the team again.

"You know, that actually sounds perfect." I smile at the thought of the much needed weekend getaway.

"Perfect! I'll text the group! Thanks for giving me the nudge to set this up, Spence. It'll be fun."

I hang up and shortly after I hear the familiar ding from the group message chat.

BAU Baddies😎

JJ💖: Hey guys! Who would be down for renting a Lakehouse this next weekend?

DM🍫⚡️: Hell yeah! @ahotchner you know what that means?? Jet Skis baby!! 😜🤙🏻

AB🌹: How fun! Count me in.

DR🇮🇹: I'll cook! I have a new recipe we can try out. I think you'll all love it👌🏻

PG🦄👸🏼: @jjereau @ablake We HAVE to go swimsuit shopping first, ladies! This is a non-negotiable.

AH: Sounds fun, are we bringing the kids this time?

JJ💖: Actually, Will is staying home and he'll be watching Henry. Jack can spend the weekend there, if you'd like. @ahotchner

AH: Thanks. I think I'll take you up on that offer.

DM🍫⚡️: @sreid you better be coming pretty boy, just bring a couple dozen books and you'll be set.

SR♟: Yep, already packing.

I smile to myself, thinking of how for once, I'm the reason we have plans. But if anyone else knew that, I'd never hear the end of it. I knew JJ was being intentional when she didn't mention that to the group. I hear another group chat alert and glance at my phone.

BAU Baddies😎

JJ💖: Hey, is it alright if I invite Y/N again?

AB🌹: Oh I thought that was a given! You definitely need to! She fits in with us so well.

PG🦄👸🏼: You better! Or I won't let you hear the end of it 😂

JJ💖: Great! Thanks you guys, it means a lot that you've been so welcoming to her.

Y/N will be there. Maybe I'll have a friend who will hang back and read with me. It would be nice to not be the only one. Then I remember what she said about moving here because she loves the outdoors. That means she'll probably be hanging out with Derek, JJ, and whoever else. Oh well. At least maybe I'll get to talk to her more. I decide to text her. I never really text anyone, but she doesn't know that.

Y/N

Hey, it's Spencer. I heard JJ

wanted to invite you to the lake.

Do you think you'll go?

Yeah! I just got off the phone

with her. I can't wait! Are you

going?

Surprisingly...yes. I'll be bringing

some books along to pass the time

but it'll be nice to have a change

of scenery.

Books??? We'll see about that😉

I love a good book as much as the

next bibliophile...but this is a

weekend for things you CANT

do at home. Anyways, would you

want to carpool? We can take turns

driving if one of us gets tired.

Passenger is in control of snacks

and music! 🎶🍿

Haha, ok deal. We'll work out

the details later. And...thanks :)

Anytime Spencer, can't wait! 👍🏻

I lean back into the couch and smile. Even if we spend the weekend doing different things, at least we'll get to talk on the way there. I feel like she could become a good friend, but I don't want to make any assumptions...I don't do this often.

Y/N POV:

You run around your room, packing for a trip that's days away. You're too excited, it can't wait. Just as you're trying to decide on a swimsuit you get a text from Penelope, saying that the girls are going swimsuit shopping this evening. They want you to come. You can't hide the smile growing on your face. How long has it been since you've been on a girls shopping trip? You can't even remember. It's spontaneous, so you assume no one will be too dressed up. You throw on a black sleeveless t shirt dress and some strappy sandals. Easy enough to get in and out of for trying on clothes. After brushing through your hair and applying some quick, light makeup, you're ready to go. The girls had decided to meet at the mall, for the most options.

You meet up with Aunt JJ, Penelope, and Alex outside of a nice department store.

"I figured we could start here. It has the most options and it's at the end of the mall. So we can work our way down, until we all find something."

Aunt JJ tends to take charge. She's such a mom, but that's part of what you love about her. Always prepared, caring for everyone. Alex found a cute one piece with a wrap to wear as a skirt. Penelope picked out a cute pink and purple polka-dotted swim dress. JJ ended up with a sports-bra fitting bikini top and some athletic looking swim shorts. Still such a typical mom. The only one left is you. You haven't tried on very many things, and what you did try on, never made it out of the dressing room.

"Y/N, why don't you let us pick you out some things to try on, and this time, you have to at least let us see. Deal?" Penelope gives you a look of encouragement.

"Sure" you shrug. "I'll try anything at this point."

Alex stays with you while JJ and Penny go to pick out some swimsuits for you. They return with a few handfuls of options. You try on the first option, picked out by Penny. It's a cute two piece, frilly and pink. You come out and are greeted with a few giggles.

"As cute as this is, I think it's more your style than mine, Penny" you let out a small laugh.

"Oh I know. I just wanted to see you in it! I couldn't pull it off in a thousand years!" She laughs.

"Alright alright, let's keep going." JJ ushers me back into the dressing room.

I come back out in a black two piece. It doesn't show too much skin to make me uncomfortable, but it's really flattering on my curves.

I hear a chorus of "ooooo" and one "yes queen!" that I'm sure came from Penny.

"Really, you guys? It's not too...ya know."

JJ shakes her head at me. "No definitely not. Girl, you're single, you're in your twenties, your body hasn't had a child yet. If you got it, flaunt it. If not now, then when?"

The girls all nod in agreement. You blush. You didn't know you could look this good in a swimsuit. You usually avoided bikinis. You found it hard to feel comfortable in your own skin. Whenever you tried to dress sexy, you just ended up feeling awkward and uncomfortable. It helps to have some friends to encourage you. You look at yourself in the mirror one last time. Okay, even you had to admit, you look hot.

The four of you end the day with lunch, chatting about your plans for the lake.

JJ turns to you. "Y/N, I almost forgot, do you need a ride down there? I can pick you up, if you'd like."

"Ohh uh, no actually. I'm carpooling with Spencer." I give her a shy smile. I know what this looks like. "We're just friends" I quickly interject.

"That's great" she says, giving me her warm smile. "Spence really needs a friend right now. And I bet you do too." There's understanding in her eyes. You're grateful that she didn't try to make more out of it. Aunt JJ knows you, though. She knows you make guy friends much more easily. That aside, you were still so grateful for the day with the girls. They were all so genuine, and easy to get along with. They didn't make you feel like an outsider intruding on their day.

Later that evening, you lay in bed as you try to quiet your mind. Your head is swimming with too many thoughts to fall asleep: anxieties about this weekend, but also excitement and ideas of what you'll do. Not to mention, more time to get to know Spencer better. You wonder what JJ meant when she said Spencer really needed a friend right now. Maybe, just maybe, you'd break through his walls a little more this weekend.

A/N: sorry this one is short-ish. It's kind of a transition chapter so there's not as much content! Building a base, building friendships, hang with me, we're getting there 😁💖✌🏻

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