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writer-ann-artist · 1 year ago

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Hi! I love 'the devils ángel'! Would you ever write a part 2??

The Devil's Ángel II

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"Mi amor."

Hiram purred into my ear to wake me up. Which worked, I rolled over and snuggled into his arms.

"Buen día, mi amor."

I spoke into his chest.

"Did Ronnie wake up yet?"

"He did, and I warmed the bottle as you told me to. He even burped when you said he would."

Hiram chuckled as he recalled his early morning.

"Did you go for your run yet?"

"No. It was still early, and you looked so lonely."

He pulled me closer to him, putting his head in my neck. I hum and held his arms as my back was to his chest.

"How about you get ready for your run? There will be food ready for you when you get back."

Hiram responded first with a big kiss on my cheek.

"That sounds like a deal. Mi angel eres demasiado buena para mi."

He kisses me again but on my lips. He's out of bed pretty fast, the morning person he is. I roll over and try to wipe the sleep away from my eyes.

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I was feeding Ronnie from my breast at Hiram's insistence. He said he didn't want me to change anything from my routine without him. Just that he wanted to be involved. It was sweet, but I was still uneasy about it since Veronica decided to have breakfast with us. Once I had finished feeding my baby, Hermine came in the apartment. We both greeted each other kindly, but her face remained stern. Since my being here, her and Hiram have been cross with each other. Me and V look at one another, knowing what was going to happen. She looks at her phone, texting someone before getting up to leave for school.

"Adios mi guapo mini yo."

She mumbled to Ronnie and kissed his head. She says bye to her mom and dad before completely leaving the home. With Ronnie asleep, it was easy to hear the private conversation between the married couple.

"You are not taking this seriously."

"I am taking this seriously. My priorities haven't changed, Hermine."

His wife sighs as he doesn't let her talk again. Instead, he gets up and greets his sleeping son. He kisses me on my forehead before mumbling his words.

"Como esta mi hombrecito guapo?"

"Él lo está haciendo bien. Comió bien así que estará durmiendo un rato."

I whisper back to him. He responds with a smile and kisses my lips.

"Volveré más tarde, no me esperes."

"Por supuesto mi amor."

He mumbles a bye to his son before giving him another kiss. He leaves behind Hermine after his goodbyes with a wave.

"I don't blame you, Anna."

Hermine spoke first. I looked up at her, shocked.

"I took him away from you. I gave him a new family to focus on. You should hate me."

I state sadly as I adjust Ronnie in my arms. When I first met Hiram, I didn't know about his family, but it didn't stop me when I found out either. It was impossible to leave him, especially when I found out I was having Ronnie.

"You would not be asking me to hate you if you did all that on purpose. I blame Hiram for putting you and your little boy in this mess."

She steps close and touches Ronnie's head softly. She smiled at him

"He looks just like Veronica did."

We both smile at the thought of our babies.

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I was sitting on the picnic blanket Veronica bought for today. She had insisted on getting one that was perfect for Ronnie. I was bouncing my baby boy while Hermine made faces at him. V had found her friends and they decided to walk around the park and talk. There was some press conference being held by the mayor that Hiram wanted us all to be there for, so here we are.

"He looks very cute in this jacket."

"I know right! One of Veronica's friends got it for him. They said he needed to 'represent'."

I giggle with Hermine. I hear feet crunching on some dead leaves, looking up I expect Hiram but instead a find a man. An older handsome man. I could feel my jaw hang open before muttering a pathetic hello. He smiles back at me and shyly waves.

"Did you need something?"

Hermine asked giving him her business voice. The man doesn't look at her as he responds.

"No, no just checking out the little guys outfit. He looks mighty handsome."

He pointed out my baby's jacket. I blush under his gaze. He had a handsome smile.

"Thank you, it was a gift actually."

"Awe shoot, this the little man Jughead was talking about. Now I'm thinking I should have asked more questions about mama."

The way he said 'mama' sent shivers up and down my spine, the same way when Hiram calls me 'Angel'. My cheeks heat up as he kneels down getting a better look at my baby.

"They sure are cute when their this small."

"You mentioned, Jughead. Is he, is he your son?"

God help me if I find another gather attractive. The man smile a proud smile that I see on Hiram's when he talks about his children.

"Yes, Jughead is my boy. If you couldn't tell by our dashing good looks."

He jokes making me laugh. My laugh triggers Ronnie's giggles.

"I see little man takes after mama."

I open my eyes after laughing to see his eyes on me and that dashing smirk that never leaves his face.

"I'm FP by the way."

"I'm Anna."

I smile as he doesn't reach out his hand asking for a handshake, like he knew I didn't like them. Harmine typed something on her phone and signaled she needed to go somewhere.

"I'll be fine."

I reassured her. She was hesitant, but one look at her phone reminded her how important what she needed to do was. Once she was away FP scooted onto the blanket next to me, pulling some leaves with him. Ronnie giggles at the crunching of the dead leaves.

"So, how do you know the Lodge's?"

I laugh as I was answering his question.

"I could ask you the same."

"You got me. We meet through very short business dealings."

I wince at his answer. With I sigh I bring the attention back on me and his original question.

"I don't know how to answer you question. It's,..."

"Complicated."

I smile and nodd at him, his eyes looking right back at me. I stared back at him enjoying his eyes on me.

"I'd imagine things get complicated around you."

I playfully scoff making Ronnie laugh.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

FP looks at Ronnie as if they were having a conversation but still talking to me.

"She knows what I'm talking about. Having a mama this hot draws a lot of attention I bet. Especially if she has you around."

I blush hard at his words.

"Awe, I made mama blush."

Ronnie giggles as he talks to FP. The man smiles enjoying the time with the baby. It made my stomach flutter. Until someone cleared their throat. We both look away from each other and Ronnie to look at who was wanting our attention. My smile falls when I see Hiram.

"Evening Lodge, how's the wife. Saw her earlier but business never stops for you guys."

FP laughs at his own joke. Hiram doesn't react. He just stares down FP like he was putting me in danger. I hadn't seen Hiram stare at someone like this since I was pregnant with Ronnie.

"Anna querida, la mía estaba buscando. Algo sobre un regalo para Ronnie."

"Oh, le encantará, estoy seguro. ¿No lo harás, muchacho?"

I speak to my baby making him laugh. I look up and find FP's eyes again.

"Creo que deberías acudir a ella en realidad. Estire las piernas."

My smile falters a little. He wasn't asking a question. But my smile picks up again. He probably just wants to go home he doesn't like being out of he can't dote on Ronnie the whole time. I gather Ronnie's things with him on my side.

"It was nice meeting you, FP."

"Nice meeting you too, doll face."

The nickname made me stutter and drop Ronnie's chupete. FP picked it up for me with that charming smirk of his.

"Gracias."

As I stand up I give him a wave and even make Ronnie wave bye. FP laughed and waved back. I smile and carry Ronnie to were Hiram gestured Veronica was waiting for me. Hiram never looked at me only FP. I felt bad that he was so irritated. Maybe I should have stayed home.

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merrhea39 · 11 months ago

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Trans masc Dominik 1-2

One night during raw Dominik was alone in a hallway on his way to the catering when he was approached by an enemy of his, Rhea Ripley. “Hello Dominik~” she says almost seductively. The hair on his arms stand up as he nervously gulps knowing her propensity to hurt anyone she comes across male or female. “What’s wrong Dom Dom? Nervous?” Rhea asks, gaining a smirk on her face. Dominik shuffles back a bit away from Rhea. “What do you want?” Dom said, trying to make himself sound a bit tougher. “Woah calm it I won’t hurt you… yet.” She says slyly. “I just wanted to talk to you, Dominik Mysterio.” “Well I don’t particularly want to hear it.” Dominik said, interrupting her. “You want me to join judgment day right? Not happening.” Dom said, getting a bit frustrated with her, trying to walk away without ending the conversation but Rhea grabs his arm. “No we are not done here.” Rhea said firmly but quietly enough to not be considered a yell. “We want to help you, just hear me out.” she gently grabs his face so he looks her in the eyes. “Rey is holding you back Dominik. Remember that.” She smiled, laughed, and walked away from him leaving him in shock from her actions.

His father had a match that night against Finn and per usual Dominik accompanied him to the ring. Before the match could even Damian and Finn confront Dom and Rey. Damian starts to talk for The Judgment day. “In 2 weeks Rey Mysterio will be celebrating his 20th anniversary in the WWE. Face it Rey you’re done, you’re washed, it’s over.” The crowd hates this and the stands erupt with boos directed at the tall man. “Dominik your father has nothing else to offer you, no wisdom, certainly no strength, all he has is an ugly mask and some old tired circus-like tricks that aren’t even yours!” Damian yelled at the end, seemingly furious at Rey. Both Rey and Dom were angered by his statements but did nothing about it as he continued. “However, however , we have something more to offer, A whole new set of rules Dominik.” Damian smiles a bit cockily as Dom frowns. “Yeah, sounds good doesn’t it? The future of this business will be decided by The Judgment Day and you’re welcome to join it man.” Dom’s expression doesn’t change as the crowd boos again. “That doesn’t matter, none of that matters.” Damian said, referring to the boos raining down upon him. “Join The Judgment Day, step out of your fathers shadow, blaze your own path man. RISE WITH THE JUDGMENT DAY! Or continue to fall alongside your father.” Damian gets up in Dominik’s face. Dom on the outside seemed as cool as a cucumber but on the inside he just got more and more nervous. Finn intervened and pulled Damian back a few steps. “Woah woah woah Priest, tranquilo. Dom, when are you going to learn? You need to start seeing things like The Judgment Day.” Finn stops for a moment then points to Rey. “You think your daddy can protect you? Wooo Rey Mysterio the legend!” Finn continued mockingly berating the father son duo in the ring. “You know who else is a ‘legend’? Edge! And look at him now, that’s right Edge is gone, not coming back, adios, good bye. And you know why? Because he was a bad leader. And you know what Rey what I told you earlier, not only are you a bad leader… BUT YOU’RE A BAD FATHER!” The words coming from Finn stung Rey and Dom in the heart. And out of nowhere out of anger and frustration Rey punches Finn in the head then when Damian tries to attack Dom he dodges and works with his father to drop kick the tall Puerto Rican out of the ring before they both attack Finn until Priest gets him out of the ring. Dominik got out of the ring and Finn got back in starting the match between Finn and Rey. Despite his best effort Rey lost to Finn and Dominik instinctively went into the ring to check on his dad not realizing the danger he was in until it was too late, but rather than attacking Dom they laid off him. Priest simply saying to Dominik. “Think about it.” Before leaving the father son duo alone in the ring.

#damian priest #dominik mysterio #rhea ripley #the judgement day #wwe #finn balor #alternate universe #transgender #rey mysterio #adam copeland

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audible--silence · 2 years ago

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Sayu/GDL quotes / promises to self while drunk as shit

Que eres un baño?!

“Im so used to shit going wrong that it just doesnt phase me anymore”

“If i go into an office job id have to wake up in the morning, which i just don't wanna do”

A bar without a manager

Nothing feels better than going home but nothing feels better than leaving home too.

“Be a traveler not a tourist”

“I been keepin busy! No idea what with though. I just been smokin joints playing guitar and surfing”

One more bus

One more uber

One more hostel check in

One more round of storytelling how we got here

One more gig

A few more beers

Una mas cerveza

One more night

Una mas noche

No more waves

No more taco stands

No more in jokes

No more calling directions in spanish

No more setting up the tent in excitement

No more packing down the tent in a hurry

No more Duolingo sessions in a hammock

No more chess games

No more joints rolled at the last minute

No more joints smoked at all hours of the day

No more “you hungry?”

No more tracking down vegetables

No more long bus rides spent sharing snacks

No more movies on your shit tablet

No more pringles, principe and stoner snacks

No more reminding each other to get our shit together

No more jamming guitar

No dancing while doing simple tasks

No more of your tunes

No more guac n beer

No more two aussie dickheads

“Phone wallet shoes nothing on my head that im gonna lose”

“Adios Cabron”

“His drip dope, you gotta be 70% homeless, 20% gay to be fly”

“Whats the 10%?”

“Opium”

“Stoner! I choose you!!”

“Yeah well, fuck off” on cross cultural relatability

hope is a hell of a drug

The enemy was defeated, in a valiant battle with three little Mexican girls with long hair and cute gold glasses, not far from the stargazers, at midday, with ice cream. Or the youthful romantics, an archetype that seems to transcend every culture since society itself. Watched on in silence by the cute, erratic yet robotic, overly friendly squirrels. A picnic without snacks, soundtracked by Jeff Buckley in the shade of a well watered bush

Manifestation is gaslighting yourself

The heat of hell is ever so slightly warmer for you isnt it”

“You sound like a constitution”

“We need to rebrand politics but with much more sex”

“Dont smoke”

W dart in mouth

“A bar for a football team that never wins, for fans that never succeed”

“If you commit suicide you cant go to the pub”

a british guy

“Yeah but if you commit suicide, guess where we go? The fucking pub”

another british guy

A game of football can mean two very different things depending on who’s watching

A taco is only as a good as what you can put on it

Am i going to regret not going out? Enjoying it all? Being young n stupid in Mexico and everywhere else?

Will I regret not knowing what any of these drunk messages to self mean? Probably.

Booze is fuel for survival. I am a bartender who hates going out. A socialite who cannot stand socializing.

words from a drunk aus fuck in Mexico, solo, with a kiss on the cheek and a cuddle”

“Its fuxkin mexixo ya prick”- on uber eats, n walkin for street food

2.12 - the minute of the end of the phonecall w ya nan, the only pure soul left in ya life

Thanks for finding me phone - from a welsh cunt who likes flashing his dick

I love thinking while drunk because I don’t have to deal with the realizations

Chinga su madre but with a car horn

“We’ve literally sat down all day”

“Thats what traveling is about. Traveling halfway across the world just to sit down”

dive bars, tacos with drunks and adele on the roof till 4am

“I dont identify as American I identify as a marxist”

The more decrepit and dilapidated the restaurant looks, the better the food is.

Weathered hands make the food, not fresh paint on the walls

“Theres more to life than dating everyone you meet, i guess”

“I either need tequila or a sweater and im not sure which it is”

“The cartels comin” shoot ya drink

“You look good bro!”

“Are you drunk?”

“No, he’s just happy”

deja vu from a rooftop w some beautiful Mexicanos in GDL

“How dare you show so much grace so many time zones away”

feel like we gon spend the rest our lives searching for the thrill of skating to the ellenbrook hungry jacks at midnight for snacks while on a videogame bender

Lessons from seeing your favorite band in a new place: It’s better with your friends. In the place you came to love them, even if its less fun

“We have this saying in Mexico that says “Las bonitas tambien quiermbaila“ which means “the pretty woman also wants to dance”

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thescarletwriter-414 · 2 years ago

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Billy Hargrove has never had someone truly love him, until he met you.

So this is basically an au. AU where Billy doesn't get flayed and is also not a jackass.

I think Billy Hargrove was a terrible person, I mean lets be honest. But I love Dacre so this basically an au in stranger things universe with Billy's experiences but Billy's vibe is more Dacre Montgomery than Billy Hargrove.

also i edited this sleep deprived and high so there's probably a lot of mistakes sorry lol.

Word count 2k

Warnings: talk of abuse, sex, cursing, a lot of angst but also comfort

Billy Hargrove has never had someone truly love him.

He thought his mom did, but what kind of mother would abandon her child, let alone leave their child with someone like Neil.

Billy Hargrove has never had someone truly love him, so he doesn’t know how to love.

He loves his step sister, though he would never admit it, and he definitely doesn't show her that he truly cares for her.

Billy Hargrove has never had someone truly love him, so he sleeps around a lot.

He’s spent most of his teenage years sleeping with any girl who would give him the time of day. Most of his weekends are spent at some party flirting with a pretty girl and if she flirts back he’d take her for a “drive.”

He didn’t do feelings and crap. The last thing Billy wanted was a girlfriend, he just wanted someone to have a fun night with then say adios before the sun came up.

Billy Hargrove has never had someone truly love him, so he flirts with girls at parties.

Billy knew how to flirt, but not sweetly, it’s Billy Hargrove for gods sake. It was dirty, straightforward and to the point. Until the night he met you.

He was at Carol's party one weekend. Her parents were out of town so she was obligated to throw a huge rager.

You gave him a challenge that night, you were the first girl that flirted with him with the same dirtiness and straightforwardness he threw at you.

He assumed you were going home with him that night, but when he asked “Do you want to get out of here” even with that goddamn smirk on his face and twinkle in his eye you politely declined.

He looked shocked, and before he could even think of what to say next you put a slip of paper into his hand and whispered in his ear “But you should call me sometime pretty boy.” and walked out.

His eyes stayed on you until the front door of Carol's house closed behind you.

Billy went home that night without even thinking of flirting with another girl because he couldn’t get you out of his mind.

Billy Hargrove has never had someone truly love him. So he has never gone on a date.

Billy’s gone out with plenty of girls, but he wouldn’t exactly classify those as dates.

Billy called you the day after the party asking if you wanted to hang out. You replied with another question asking if he was asking you out on a date. Billy panicked at that moment and said “No." and when he heard nothing but silence on the other end of the line he spoke again. “Do you want me to take you on a date?”

You let out a small laugh at how flustered he was getting. “Well that’s usually how this works.”

“Uh okay, Friday work?”

“Sure pretty boy, see you friday.”

After he put the phone down his eyes shot open. What the hell is he supposed to do on a date?

He resorted to asking Max not knowing what else to do. She tried teasing him until he threatened to break her walkman if she even tried to crack another joke.

So Friday night he took Max’s advice and took you to dinner. It was at a diner, not the most romantic place for a date, but Billy was learning and he wasn’t used to putting this much effort in for a girl.

The date went surprisingly well. You kissed for a little while in his car parked by the curb in front of your house until you got out and walked up to the front door. He didn’t get out to walk you to the door but he watched you as you strolled up until you had gotten inside.

That night something in billy changed, he didn’t want to talk to you just so you would fuck him, he still would like you to fuck him, but he also wanted to talk to you for the sole purpose of just talking to you, and billy didn’t like talking to most people.

Billy Hargrove has never has never had someone truly love him, but you wanted to make sure he was okay.

After that night you started hanging out. You got to know him, and you looked out for him. It was confusing for him at first. You would ask him how he was feeling if he was quiet that day. The first few times he just brushed you off, but you kept asking.

After you continued to ask even after getting nothing but silence half a dozen times before it finally dawned on billy. You genuinely wanted to know if he was okay. You weren’t just asking to ask like when someone asks how your day is going in passing. He didn’t understand why but you really just wanted to know if he was okay.

Billy Hargrove has never had someone truly love him, but you took care of him when he needed it.

Billy started to very slowly let you in and tell you about his home situation. He’s never really told anyone about it, he didn’t want to seem weak. He hadn’t told you the full extent of what happens behind closed doors in the Hargroves house, but he trusted you. He knew you would never make fun of him for getting his ass beat by his dad, which he has always assumed would happen if he ever told anyone. But he still couldn’t bring himself to tell you everything yet.

He saw the heartbreak in your eyes when he first told you about the things his dad had said to him one night.

Him and his dad had gotten into it, he wasn’t hurt too bad, just a bruise on the side of his torso that he didn’t want to show you.

Billy spent the entire next day stuck in his head. He hated how Neil had that power over him but his brain wouldn’t focus on anything else but the words he threw at him and the look in his eye when he pushed him to the floor and kicked his side without showing an ounce of remorse.

You noticed his demeanor was different as soon as you sat in the passenger seat of the red camaro. You two were sitting in his car, the radio playing quietly in the background, neither of you paying any attention to it, parked in front of a local burger joint. Billy hadn’t said anything that night unless you asked him something, but even then he wouldn’t even respond with a full sentence just “uh huh” “yeah totally”

Billy slowly started to open up to you if he had a bad day, but it was still hard for him. He’s kept all of this to himself for the better part of his life, so it’s still difficult for him to talk about how he was feeling and especially hard to talk about his dad.

You reached out to hold his hand, and he gave yours a gentle squeeze still staring forward not looking at anything in particular, just being lost in his thoughts.

“Billy, are you okay?” you asked in a gentle voice.

Without even looking at you he replies “Yeah I’m fine.”

You sigh, bringing his hand into your lap, holding it close. “You’ve been really quiet the whole night and have hardly looked at me.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat, he knew you wouldn’t believe him if he tried to act okay and you wouldn’t stop asking until he told you what was bothering him.

Billy looked down into his lap letting out a heavy sigh before turning to face you. “My dad and I got in a fight.”

That night Billy told you about the screaming match he had with his dad, though he left out that he had a good size purple and yellow bruise right below his ribcage.

Billy Hargrove has never had someone truly love him, until he showed up outside your window.

Early that evening Neil started making sly comments towards Billy, which was a pretty normal evening if he was being completely honest. As the sun slowly faded down that night Neil found more and more reasons to start an argument with his son. When it gets to the point where his dad is yelling loud enough for the neighbors to hear, Billy know’s there’s nothing he could say or do to prevent what was gonna happen next.

His dad beat the shit out of him that night.

Billy lay slouched against the side of his bed, trying to stop crying, the tears kept coming though. Billy pulled himself up from the floor hissing in pain as he grabbed his car keys and coat heading towards the door as fast as he could without running. He made it to his car letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. He would usually just drive around aimlessly listening to whatever music played on the radio, but that night the only thing Billy wanted was you.

He pulled up across the street from your house sitting in his car for a few minutes debating whether or not he should go in or just leave.

He knocked on your window lightly, it wasn’t the first time he’s showed up outside your window, but he couldn’t shake the nervousness he felt waiting for you to pull back the lavender curtains that were a barrier from you to him.

Once you finally pulled the curtains back and he saw your face. You were smiling, excited to see your boyfriend, Billy felt his whole body relax once he laid eyes on you.

He took a deep breath before speaking. “Can I come in?” His voice quivered despite his best attempts to keep it steady.

Your smile quickly faded hearing his voice, you moved to the side of the window allowing him room to climb through.

He swung one leg inside but struggled with the other due to the newly forming bruises on his side courtesy of his dad’s boot.

Once you realized he was struggling you went to grab his arm and help him into your bedroom. He had never been more grateful that your house was only one story.

You ushered the curly haired boy to sit on your bed. You looked at him with wide eyes. The only light shining in the room was a small lamp sat on your desk, but even in the dim lighting you could clearly see all of the cuts and bruises adorning your boyfriend's face.

You rushed to sit next to him, Your small hands gently grabbing his face and turning it to the side allowing you to see all of his injuries. Your mouth hung agape trying to ask what happened, but unable to find the words.

Billy sighed pulling back, your hands falling from his face. He licked his lips before choking out the words. “My dad and I got into another fight.”

He looked back up at you, your mouth still hung open as you looked at the blonde boy staring back at you. You had never seen that much pain and desperation in his eyes before. Still failing to spit out any words you reached forward pulling Billy into your chest, your arms tightly wrapping around him. He leaned into you further and the walls all came crumbling down. He cried and let out all of the sadness, anger and despair that was held inside him for so long.

After he calmed down, he told you everything. What happened that night, that it wasn’t the first time this has happened and that it wouldn’t be the last.

Billy Hargrove has never had someone truly love him, but he trusted you.

After that night, anytime Neil needed a punching bag, Billy knew he could come to you to patch him up.

You changed him, broke down his walls. He loved you with a love he didn’t know existed. He wanted to protect you, and you protected him. It was impossible for him to look at you and his heart not to swell. Your laugh was music to his ears. The taste of you was sweet like honey. His favorite scent became cotton candy because that’s what your perfume smelled like. He yearned for your touch, because holding you felt like home.

The day Billy Hargrove laid eyes on you his heart became yours, and he trusted you to protect it.

Billy Hargrove has never had someone truly love him, so he’s never said “I love you”

One night as he laid holding you, your head resting on his chest as he listened to the sound of rain falling outside he got lost in his thoughts. But these thoughts weren’t tormenting him, they made him feel whole. He looked down at you, you looked so peaceful laying there with him.

He had never said those three words in years, but it was the only words that swarmed his mind when he looked at you.

He kissed your forehead pulling you closer to him, biting his lip before finally saying “I love you y/n”

You felt your heart swell at those words. You looked at him. This boy gave you his heart and you gave him yours. “I love you too billy.”

Billy went to sleep that night feeling truly loved.

Billy Hargrove has never had someone truly love him, until he met you.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things 3 #billy hargrove au #angst with comfort #angst #fanfic #billy hargrove is not a jackass in this #stranger things fanfiction #hurt comfort #dacre montgomery

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tokusmuts · 3 years ago

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One night stand...or not? (Chapter 2)

Characters: Mio Kudo x Hidden Male Character

Words count: 2742 words

Read chapter 1 here:

Enjoy!

I was going to have the following meeting for about an hour, for about an hour I just sat there with a bored face because of the papers on the table, along with the first dish recipes that were sent in from the rooms. I was checking an idea when suddenly there was the first call, my mother was in Spain and it was almost night there and she still called me here.

"When will I have a daughter-in-law so that I can monitor you more often, son?" - she asked me with that hoarse voice and still smiled at the end of the question

"Your way of talking doesn't look any different from that Hiiro guy!" - I don't even know what to say to these two people

“That's why I have to ask him to come back from the Spain branch to help you with your work and match a girl for you! How about the second part?"

“Rest assured mom! If Hiiro takes action, it'll just be over soon!" - I said with a smile of victory

“All done? Then we have to go home early to see what their daughter-in-law looks like" - her voice also became much more secluded when she heard the good news.

"Okay, madam, go hang out somewhere so I can work!"

“Okay! Adios my son!"

I hung up the phone but my heart was also more excited because for a long time the two grandparents from there had to complain about me a lot just because of my habit of liking one-night stands. Speaking of one-night stands, two days have passed since that fateful morning, but I still can't forget the feeling of enjoying that wonderful body. I sat at the president's desk and tried to read the boring words but couldn't get the image of that girl out of my mind. Hiiro came to visit me again today, he asked me about what happened that night. When he knew and heard my endless exclamation when I got to have sex with Mio, he looked extremely pleased.

“See? I told you that you'll like her."

“Well…it's just pretty fine!” - I said but my eyes kept moving back and forth to avoid him

I could avoid Hiiro's gaze but couldn't avoid the ringing of the phone next to me. As soon as Mio was mentioned, a call came from Mio. Hiiro saw that the name with the heart on it was obvious that I added it myself because even though he is a close brother to Mio, he only has a name and no symbol next to it. Mio called me because she wanted to go shopping for clothes, and at the same time wanted to see some furniture to decorate the still slightly empty living room of the President Suite on the 27th floor. Hiiro heard the conversation and left automatically, but I was able to ask him one last question

“After that night, did Mio scold you for tricking her?”

“Never, since I also gave her a chance to confess to you! Remember to have a good time, see yah!" - Hiiro waved goodbye and hurriedly left without leaving the unfinished call

I drove to the hotel and circled back down to the garage where the secret elevator was. Coming down here for me is like reliving the memories of when my cravings began to rise so intensely that by the time I got to the bedroom of the President Suite, everything had already begun. When I was still thinking about that sex, Mio got in the car and finished wearing the seat belt, making me feel a bit dizzy.

"How can you come in here and sit quietly like that, Mio?"

"Seeing you just sitting there thinking about something, I didn't have the heart to interrupt!" - Mio said and then looked at me with a smirk

“But you could interrupt my plans today with the outfit you wore today!”

I look at her outfit today and I can't help but feel excited: a short dress that completely reveals her small but sturdy legs that allowed me to pound her ass for so long that day, I don't hold back anything and get straight to the point. Mio just smiled and looked ahead, she responded with a voluptuous tone of voice

“Don't worry! When we finished my work, you can eat me for as long as you like!”

Mio and I went to the biggest shopping mall in Tokyo. She and I kept going to each stall to choose every item she liked, actually looking through the furniture was just pretending to have something to report to my brother who has still stuck abroad due to the epidemic. But with that powerful black card, you should also buy 1-2 items that can be decorated in that room, and so a massage chair and a rosewood music box are brought back along with a dozen pockets of clothes that I had to carry behind her. That elegant appearance made me can look at her forever, especially when I could see her back when crushing her from behind. While I was thinking, I got a call from the company, they said that this afternoon there will be an award ceremony for the best employee of the company last month and if I am there, the award will become more valuable, I just laughed and said again

"Just send the vice director or Hiiro over to present the award, I see the female employees at our company are in love with him"

“But…sir…” - I stopped the call immediately to focus on Mio.

The journey of loading things into the car, then driving back to the hotel, and then bringing those things back to the President Suite made me tired. I opened up my Macbook and browsed some new recipes from the product development teams, while also recuperating with a can of Energy. After attending a boring quick meeting, I shut my Macbook completely and threw it on the sofa and sat there sighing in frustration. After Mio finished decorating the room, she received a call from her older brother, presumably to confirm that her younger sister was still at the office to work for her. Of course, Mio's appearance was almost a temporary substitute and all instructions still came from the older brother. Mio came to the back of the chair where I was sitting, she started massaging me and asked me in her erotic voice.

"Here's why being a director is boring, huh?"

"Yeah! Every day's work is just like that with nothing else" - I said and sighed heavily

"Once you're here with me...you'll never want to stop working" - she turned my head towards her smirking face

“If it's with you…then I'll just want to do it forever!” - I placed a kiss on her lips and got up from the sofa.

We find each other again and give each other kisses in succession, we kiss as we make our way to the bedroom. She closed the door as soon as she entered the room despite someone knocking on the door and calling for her. The inside is completely separate from the outside, so unless the door can be opened, the outside will not hear any sound coming from the inside, over there are even two layers of walls, the outside is almost like a silent wall. The cameras inside the room have all been turned off since Mio took over the place. Returning to the bedroom that was flooded with sunlight, Mio was still the one who took the initiative to approach me with kisses, that is until I took the initiative to push Mio back onto the bed. The skirt was also slightly raised, making her pink panties appear just below the skirt.

"You don't have any schedule today huh? Why take the initiative to invite me like this?"

“If there is, I will cancel too! I'd rather be here with you than go to the set and be molested by the guys from the production team."

“Wise choice! Because I'll probably stay here with you until the end of the day.”

I moved on top of her and pulled her into the first kiss where I took the initiative while holding her hands firmly above her head with one hand while the other began stroking the outside of her pink panties. It didn't take long for me to stimulate her cunt from the outside, then slip my hand inside her panties and easily slip my fingers inside her cunt once she started to ooze. Each finger that went in was a ladder going up inside her body. Her body contorted violently while her hands could only cling to my shoulders and her lips - where she let out her moans were blocked and only the "um" sound came out. her throat. Though her lips were wonderful, this room should be filled with those moans. The rest of her body deserved to be eaten today, and the next chosen place was the cleavage that was exposed thanks to this delicate dress. I gently pull down the shoulders of her skirt to reveal a pink strapless bra which is tone-sur-tone with the panties that are thickening thanks to my hands still moving rapidly inside her pussy. After leaving her lips, I can finally hear Mio's first moans.

“Hurry up, honey…ah…I can’t stand it…ah”

Noticing the signs of her orgasm coming, I decided not to speed up anymore, but just gently go in and out slowly, if I let her have an orgasm, it would be too boring so I decided to play with her more. Mio's exhilaration suddenly went out, causing her to also show her displeasure and hit me a few times even though she was still breathing heavily.

“Why… why are you nature stop? Hurry up and do it again, I'm going to cum!"

“That's why I have to stop! I want to enjoy you more before I get all your gooey juices in my mouth," I said as I took off her bra.

Her small breasts have been released, I attack them frantically, one by one being sucked in by mine without a single spot. She also coordinated to moan with each sucker, the moans were light but stimulating more than ten thousand times when she appeared on TV programs. Her breasts are small, but when placed on her body, they are strangely large. But I couldn't play with her anymore as her cunt was waiting for me to approach right below.

"Damn it! I can't take it anymore, Mio!" - I said while my heart was boiling with intense sexual desire

"Then... hurry up... It's just waiting for you" - she said while panting after sucking hard on her chest.

I ducked under her panties and tore them violently while Mio also took off her skirt and threw it away, now that her body is completely naked, and that wet cunt is ready, I bury my face into it and put my tongue inside her. Her limbs just kept moving up, sometimes she clamped my head, sometimes spread it wide, her hands grasped the pillow and pressed my head deeper into her cunt.

“Ah…so good…yes honey…they're coming…ah” - she moaned louder and louder

Mio's pussy is something different from all the girls out there that I've had sex with, this is probably something I'll have to remind myself of from now on that I already own one of the sex symbols that appear in gravure magazine. I licked along the edge of her cunt and then thrust my tongue deep inside her and just like that, the lustful water rushed out into my mouth, enjoying them is never boring especially when it comes from a girl like Mio. I pulled away from her cunt and watched her gasp after orgasm, I licked the remnants of her fluid around my mouth. My dick was ready by then, so I also took off my pants and looked at her fragile body in a nude state, but my heart couldn't help but burn.

“What are you still doing…quickly come here again” - Mio said while panting

“Why not? I shot you inside just now, it's time for me to fill you as you did!"

My cock met her still wet cunt and went inside, it entered slowly as if to push Mio to the depths of satisfaction. Following that slowness, I also just gently went in and out like a prelude before pounding and pounding on her cunt, the fluid from her cunt constantly oozing more and more slippery for my dick. I didn't kiss her anymore, but let her moan in ecstasy. Look at that innocent face mixed with a little childishness - which helps her to score points whenever she is on television, that is becoming wilder than ever and emitting lustful moans.

"That's right baby…quickly fill me up...please…ah”

The bed shook violently from the direct hit from me, my dick was also reaching its limit, and the sperm lines were waiting in line and just waiting to be allowed to rush out. And they didn't have to wait long and Mio's cunt was filled up quickly, I pulled my dick out and there was still some sperm left on it. Mio saw it and tried to use the last bit of strength she had left to turn around and lick them clean and then suck on my dick a few times before she was lifted by me and pushed down from behind, she followed the push and rested her head on the pillow while her legs were still on the knees so that her round ass appeared, ready for the final act.

"Are you tired, Mio-chan?"

“I'm fine… hurry up and smash my ass…I can still moan!”

Thanks to being sucked by Mio, my cock easily entered her ass and continued its job - coming in and out hard inside her. I grabbed her small waist and started slamming her hard from behind. Then she lifted her arms, I caught the signal and took her hand and increased the speed for each thurst on her ass.

"Kimochi...so good honey...smash it more...ah"

Dirty sounds kept coming out with each thurst, mixed with her moans as if she just wanted me to shoot quickly inside her. I smacked her ass while slapping her hard enough to make her moan harder. I couldn't take it any longer and ended up shooting inside her. It's almost noon anyway and I certainly can't stay here with her forever, so I ended up having fun here and lay there hugging her to regain my strength.

“My mom just called this morning, she wants to see you!”

"Really? If she knew that we were having sex even when we were at work like this..." - she said with a hint of shyness in her heart.

“You act like we're making love here for the first time…Well, we'll have to make love to each other even more before she gets here...what is your opinion now?” - I asked and then stared at her for an answer

"Of course, I agree! I've always wanted to hear that from you."

She said and kissed me on the lips before we both went to the bathroom to wash our bodies and get dressed as if nothing had happened. When I returned to the company, the award ceremony was over, and it was true that Hiiro had come to present the award, he just came out and saw me standing there, he smiled at me and ran over to ask with full of excitement

“Did you just come back from there again?”

“So where do you think I could be? Next time I will visit her a lot more, so please take care of the work here!" - I said and patted my best friend's shoulder

"I thought I just had to come back here to support you, but now I have to take over for you" - Hiiro said while sighing.

“Come on…please! This is to prepare for some major events coming up!” - I said and folded my hands begging my friend

“I understand that! But only this time!”

"It's nice of you to help me, but I can't guarantee this will be the last time!" - I said while chuckling Hiiro

“If you ask me again, I will go back to Spain!” - Hiiro said and went back to his office

#mio kudo #工藤美桜 #toku smuts

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cinnaminyoons · 3 years ago

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( HIBISCUS. )

ミ☆ with soil under his fingernails and sunshine in his eyes, hoseok is everything you thought you couldn’t have.

⤷ PAIRING jhs x m!reader

⤷ WORD COUNT 2.7k

⤷ TAGS florist/criminal au, mention of guns, hobi has freckles bc i said so

⤷ REQUESTED

helloo jun ^^

i wanted to request a hobi one shot where the reader is like a criminal/part of a gang on the run and he discovers flower shop where hobi who is a florist is working so the reader ends up being flattered and makes frequent visits (???)

i thought of this at like 3 am sorry if it makes no sense 😭😭

your feet hit the pavement as if you’re trying to move the earth itself. it’s late and this side of town closes up earlier than the inner city, leaving the streets fairly empty. it’s both good and bad. it helps you move through the alleys and streets swiftly, not having to worry about hurting others, but it hampers you in that there’s less chance of losing your pursuers.

you sprint by a building with a vertical neon sign, letters stacked on top of each other. the orange ‘e’ flickers weakly, flashing once more before dying out. it leaves the sign spelling out hotel h aven.

there hasn’t been much traffic recently. the cloud of pollution that sometimes settles over the road, making everything grey and mysterious, won’t visit tonight.

today, the sky is a chalky purple with thin pink clouds scribbled across it in crayon. the streetlights stand tall, arching over the road like metal trees, and their pale yellow heads glow faintly. it’s not yet dark enough for the light to leave its impression on the ground.

you skid into a long alleyway, only to be met with a high chain fence blocking off the other end.

they crow behind you, gloating and smug. the three men behind you slow to a casual swagger at the mouth of the alley, and one of them taps his baseball bat against the concrete with a smirk. they’ve already lost two people during the chase, too out of breath to keep running.

“nowhere to run now, prettyboy,” the one in the front calls, a devious triumph in his eyes. “hand it over and we can settle this like men.”

but you don’t stop running. their eyes widen as you sprint head-on towards the fence – and pull yourself over it with a clean twist. you land on two feet and casually turn back, a shit-eating grin on your face.

“adios, boys.” you salute them.

you turn on your heel and run off down the street. there’s no way around this row of buildings – they’re all stores, connected shoulder-to-shoulder, and this alleyway is the only break in the chain for about two hundred metres on either side.

almost too easy.

however, you’re not the terminator. you’ve got to rest and charge up, but you’re a long way from home. you stick your hands into your pockets, fingering the small white bag in your jacket curiously.

small things rattle and roll around inside. they’re hard, with sharp edges. you frown. diamonds? you sneaked around and nearly got shot for diamonds?

you sigh huffily. you hope they’ve got a reason for it.

you duck into the nearest open shop, pushing the door open while you ruffle your hair. a bell above your head jingles merrily.

“welcome to buds and blooms! can i help you find anything?”

his voice is soft, but bright. he sounds awfully chipper for the sleepy time.

you glance up, and your breath catches in your throat.

he wears a dark green apron with a large pocket in the front, holding an impressive collection of pens clipped to the edge on his right side. he wears a simple white tee tucked into pale blue jeans, the cuffs folded up to show off classic chucks matched with yellow ribbed socks.

he’s smiling, too, big and toothy. his teeth are very white and very square, and his lips are a soft blush pink. pale freckles dot his cheeks just under his eyes like constellations.

“you’re gorgeous,” you whisper, without thinking.

his smile drops and a look of pure surprise slides across his features – wide eyes, parted lips. he covers his mouth, eyes crinkling in a mix of joy and embarrassment.

“do you even know my name?” he asks through tinkling laughter.

“ah, my bad. you’re gorgeous,” you move closer and glance down at his chest, “hoseok.”

“but you didn’t know that before,” he says, putting his hands on his hips. “do you call every stranger you meet beautiful?”

“depends on the stranger.” your eyes run over his figure briefly. “does this stranger have a boyfriend?”

he giggles out an oh my god before shaking his head. “no. you know, you’re kind of cute yourself – if a little bold.”

“’kind of cute’? i’ll take it.”

for the first time, you take a look around. the shop is small and square, but cosy. there are two aisles on either side of the door with racks of flowers filling up the space within. the walls and windows are lined with more blooms, and several potted plants hang from the exposed wooden beams of the ceiling, their leaves cascading downwards.

there’s a room behind a short counter at the back of the shop, directly opposite the entrance, which is where you assume hoseok had been when you entered. to your left is a hand-painted wooden sign reading either ‘open’ or ‘closed’, depending on which side you saw it.

“who owns this place?” you ask, picking up a small ceramic dog nestled between the leaves of a bushy plant. you turn it over curiously, then set it down again.

“me,” says hoseok, pride seeping into his voice. “but, seriously, were you looking for something? if it’s not urgent, i’d recommend coming tomorrow morning for the freshest flowers.”

out of the corner of your eye, you catch a flash of movement. someone’s shouting – you recognise that voice.

you dart towards the counter and vault over it deftly. you duck down and press your back against it. there isn’t time to warn hoseok or pull him down with you.

the door jingles. heavy footsteps thud with each step into the small shop. a gruff, low voice barks, “hey, you! you seen a guy come through here? tall, wearing a grey jacket.”

hoseok’s silence extends a little longer than in simple surprise. eventually, he says, “been quiet all evening. would you like some flowers?”

the man grunts derisively and stomps off. the door swings shut behind him, clicking into place.

hoseok’s shoes tap lightly on the linoleum floor. his elongated shadow stretches along the wall in front of you, and you raise your head.

“he’s gone,” hoseok says. curiosity burns in his gaze as you stand up and dust your sleeves off, more out of satisfaction than trying to get rid of anything. he leans forward on his palms against the counter. “i’m hoping that’s what you wanted.”

“you didn’t have to do that.” you mirror his posture and smile. “but i’m really glad you did. thank you, hoseok.”

he laughs, covering his mouth again. it seems to be a cute habit of his. “ah, well, always happy to help. did you know him?”

“in passing.” you peek over his head, scanning the streets outside. as far as you can tell, they’re empty.

“what’s your name?” he asks suddenly.

you ask playfully, “and why should i tell you?” your expression shifts almost imperceptibly, closing up.

“well,” he bites his lip, “i’d like to call you something other than ‘handsome’.”

you hum thoughtfully and lean closer. “guess.”

“guess?” he tilts his head. “that’s a lot of possibilities to go through, y’know. can you give me a hint?”

“it sounds really good when you say it.”

his lower lip pushes out slightly. “you don’t even know that! anyway, that’s a horrible hint. give me a syllable or something.”

“okay, okay… how about this. it begins with the letter ‘b’ and ends in ‘y’.”

he narrows his eyes at you and crosses his arms playfully. “you’re messing with me.”

you grin. “what are you talking about?”

“you’re – no, you’re totally messing with me.”

“no lies. cross my heart.” you even add the motion, touching your finger to your chest.

he exhales slowly, placing his hand beneath his chin. “the letter ‘b’, huh? brody.”

“do i look like a brody to you?”

he rubs his chin, deep in thought. “hm… barry. bradley.”

“give up yet?” your eyes are kind, and glint with something pleasantly mischievous.

“barty.” he furrows his brows at the counter. he shakes his head, pouting. “that’s all i’ve got. c’mon, handsome – tell me already! i’m seriously dying to know.”

“baby.” you become especially absorbed in a wind-up music box hoseok has near the cash register. it fits in the palm of your hand and is of a little male dancer, lengths of silk billowing around his elegant body.

‘baby?” he says in disbelief.

“yes?”

it takes a second to register, and he smacks your arm as he dissolves into giggles, using the wooden counter to brace against.

when he recovers, you’re grinning. it’s lopsided and charming, something boyish and sweet. he finds he likes it – a lot.

“i knew it! i knew you were playing,” he says accusingly. “you said it wasn’t a lie!”

you move closer, propping your weight up on your palms. he doesn’t move away, and your gaze lingers on his lips. they flicker up to his eyes. at this distance, and with the sun hanging low over the horizon, his irises are a mesmerising gold, like the purest honey.

“it doesn’t have to be,” you murmur.

he beams, and his eyes are like stars.

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the door chimes.

“welcome to – ah, hi, baby!”

“hey, sunshine. how’s your day been?”

hoseok’s eyes crinkle. he leans over a hot-pink hibiscus in a white pot and drops a little kiss on your lips. “oh, you know, the usual. sleepy at this time of year. i was pretty drowsy this morning, though – really had to drag myself out of bed.”

“huh, that’s weird. maybe it’s just the weather? it’s been getting hotter every day. soon you’ll be wearing shorts all the time.” you point at his exposed legs. you smile. “but – you know what hot weather means.”

“you’ll buy me ice cream?” he asks hopefully.

“no.”

he pouts.

“i’ll buy you every flavour in existence,” you amend.

he giggles and plants another kiss on your lips. he smells like potpourri – gentle and balmy. it envelops you as if he’s pressed up to your chest, even though there’s a respectable amount of space between you.

he is still working, after all, despite the empty shop. you don’t wish to scare off potential customers because you can’t keep your hands off of him.

“how’s your day going?” hoseok asks, turning slightly to continue tending to a small green plant with white flowers.

“honestly? really boring.” you watch his hands. his slender fingers gently brush off trimmings as he sculpts it into a ball. “but it’s much better after hearing your voice.”

his cheeks flush and he dips his head, hiding his shy smile in his shirt collar. “you’re sweet. hey, you live in the middle of the city, right?”

“yeah.” you nod.

“did you hear about those jewel robberies? super bold.”

“it’s all that is on the news. people are saying they’re connected.”

“do you think they are?”

you shrug. “there’s been nothing so daring since the pink panthers. they all seem to run in the same vein, so maybe they are done by the same people. kind of worrying, isn’t it?”

“well, i’ve got nothing they’d want.” hoseok smiles in satisfaction as he places the plant back on a shelf. “oh, imagine if they’re doing this as, like – a love confession, or something. if they want a bouquet to go with their sparkly bling, i’d totally be up for it.”

you laugh. “a confession? as in, ‘i stole millions in jewels for you’? you’re a romantic.”

“no, just imagine it,” he insists, moving onto a rose in a bouquet he’ll send off later. he begins to trim off the thorns. “wouldn’t that make for the cutest story to tell? i mean, aside from the whole crime thing.”

“going along with your train of thought, i would say that the crime is the most interesting part. people would love that if it was a movie. you should pitch it.”

“what, as a script or something?”

“yes! okay,” you spread your hands on the table between you and hoseok, “who would you cast as the main couple?”

hoseok stops sliding the blade along the dark green stem for a moment, thinking, and sets it down. he taps his cheek pensively. he lights up and grins at you. “you and me.”

you raise an eyebrow, the beginnings of a smile creeping onto your lips. “us?”

“oh, yes.” he sighs, placing his hands over his heart and gazing off into the distance yearningly. “me, the charming, innocent lover. you, the kind-hearted criminal with a dark past but a bright smile.”

“whoa, poetic. hey, why can’t i be the innocent lover? running around and stealing things sounds like a lot of work, and i am,” you sigh petulantly, “definitely not getting enough sleep.”

hoseok gasps, placing his hands on top of yours as he leans in, lowering his voice with a cunning grin. “that’s the twist. the audience will be led to think that you’re doing this without my knowledge, but in reality, i’m the mastermind. you’re just my handsome little lackey who would do absolutely anything for me.”

“oh – i’m feeling it, now. what are you thinking for the final scene?” you move around the table and grasp his hands. you raise them to your lips, pressing light kisses to his knuckles. his smile could light up the city.

“hm… dunno. you’ve got something, haven’t you?”

“here it is: i leave the room to go do criminal things. the audience expects to follow me, but instead, remain with you. they watch as you explore our luxurious hotel room, the bed big and gold, gliding your pretty fingers along the table – and you find a little latch. it pops open a compartment and you go investigate. there’s all our winnings, my gifts to you i haven’t given yet, and the audience holds their breath as you search through it.”

hoseok gives you an incredulous look. “how does a hotel room have secret compartments?”

“don’t think about that.” he laughs and places his head on your shoulder. you continue, voice low and eyes roguish, “the camera pans around to in front of you. you grab a gun, check the magazine, and then make eye contact with the camera in a final act of defiance and fourth wall-breaking. you smirk. fade to black.”

humming, hoseok wraps his arms around your neck. he rests his forehead against yours with a gentle thunk. “the end?”

“the end,” you affirm softly. “it’s a happy ending. for the post-credits scene, we drive off into the sunset. we’re in love, we’re together, and that’s all that matters.”

“and the pretty diamonds.”

“and those, too,” you chuckle. “so, what’s your review of the movie?”

he steals a sweet kiss, quick and playful. “nine out of ten. maybe.”

“ouch. what went wrong?”

“the gun,” says hoseok thoughtfully. “it sounds like i only get a tiny pistol. i want a big gun. but it has to be small enough to fit in that secret compartment… a shotgun, maybe.”

you play with his hand, twisting your fingers together as if you’re about to dance. “chhk-chhk. fade to black. i think i’m liking this movie, sunshine.”

hoseok hums a slow waltz, grinning as you sway together. “we definitely need a dance scene, too.”

you lift one of his arms and he twirls. he moves with a natural grace, his body lithe. you say, “you’ll have to teach me. i don’t know my left foot from my right.”

he laughs. “you can’t be that bad. even if you were, that doesn’t stop me from actually teaching you – do you want to learn?”

“obviously. you look lovely dancing.”

he pushes you lightly, face flushing and making his freckles more pronounced. “baby, you haven’t seen me dance.”

“i don’t need to.” you kiss his warmed cheek. “i love you.”

hoseok blushes darker, eyes sparkling. he does this whenever you say it. it’s like a shock to him, each and every time, and he becomes this shy, giggly mess. you adore it when he hides his face in your shoulder.

he melts into your arms, his laughter contagious. he whispers i love you too in the sweetest, softest voice, and you can’t help but smile.

#hoseok #jung hoseok #hoseok x male reader #jung hoseok x male reader #hoseok x reader #bts x male reader #bts x reader #kpop x male reader #x male reader #male reader #m!reader #bts mlm

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seungminnie-minho · 3 years ago

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[ A small cold ] Kim Seungmin

Pair- Seungmin x Gn! Y/N

Genre - soft and fluffy, Y/n takes care of seungmong, seungmo being effortlessly adorable, you're very whipped for him

Tw- swear words, not proof read-

A/N - enjoy as I go sob over my babie being sick, and then kicking covids bitch ass. Warning I did this in a rush and didn't take it that seriously ( made when he was still sick )

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Seungmin didn't feel well today, so you took the day off to take care of him. ' It's only a small cold Y/n, you don't need to take the day off for it ' " But I do dummy, you've always taken care of me, it's about time I give back for that " you smiled as you placed a kiss on his forehead " just focus on getting better " he nodded turning his face to hide the blush on his face.

You went out to buy groceries for lunch, deciding to make him some home cooked meal instead of a take out. You came back to see him sitting by the kitchen counter, eating a bowl of cereal. You didn't know whether to laugh because of how adorable he looks or scold him for not staying in bed, you set the bags on the counter before turning towards him.

" You're so fucking adorable with your messy hair and puffy cheeks but I need you resting and eating a proper meal, so no cereal baby " you took the bowl from him and set it aside ' I already took a nap Y/n, and you left without telling me, therefore you left me no choice but to eat the cereal ' he said with that sassy grin on his face

" don't get sassy with me, you can watch me cook if you're so bored " you say as you start preparing the ingredients for the soup. He enjoyed little moments like this, small simple moments together to escape the busy life he has as an idol. " What are you spacing off about? " ' it's nothing, don't worry about it ' you raised an eyebrow at him, but didn't bother prying for an answer " alright baby "

[ time skip ]

4 hours passed by and you were both laying on the couch watching Run on, but the drama was long forgotten as your attention was on your boyfriend who's fast asleep on your lap. You smiled as you softly combed his hair with your hands " get up you'll get a bad back, sleep on the bed babe " he mumbled and turned around with his back against the tv ' I'm too tired to move, carry me '

" are you kidding me? you're heavy babe " you teased, if glares could kill you'd be dead right now " okay okay I was kidding baby ju " you stood up scooping him into your arms. You lifted him up " oh damn I actually did it, those lonely nights at the gym were worth it " you fake sobbed, he laughed ' When did you became a gym maniac? ' " since I saw Han's partner carry him, I'm no longer envious but..." you paused still standing still ' but what? '

" I can't move anymore- ' you laughed, " I can't feel my legs babe- " ' you're joking right? ' he said holding back a laugh, stupid moments together, the joy of just enjoying each other's company. The laughter quieted down, he feels you move ' you were just messing with me, weren't you? ' " nope I'm dragging my feet towards our room, aren't you glad to have such a smart partner? " he shook his head ' mhm....sure very smart, you? ' you rolled your eyes, completely used to this.

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decided to cut it off there cus I'm tired af, this took way longer than needed ah I need to do rl stuff too so adios

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calswildflcwer · 3 years ago

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Bad Reputation ! ~ Part Four

Pairing : Carlos x fem!reader.

Warnings : Foul language, name calling, hatred between Carlos and reader, swearing, annoying, angry words, violence, mentions of blood, fist fighting, kissing, a small makeout scene.

Plot : You and Carlos are the exact same people. You’re both fighters, both have a bad reputation and both hate each other. When one of you is in a fight, it’s usually with the other. A peaceful day cannot pass without the two of being at each other’s throats. However, it wasn’t always like that, the two of you used to be best friends when you were children. Things just keep getting worse between you until one day, the unthinkable happens.

Pronouns used : he/him for Carlos, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : Think it’ll be around 4-5 parts but if you know my track record with series then you’ll know not to quote me on that.

Carlos taglist : @tigreost, @try-cry-why-try, @dai-tsukki-desu, @xxhome-is-where-ria-isxx, @cassiopeia-black-brenda, @elegantkidfansoul, @ale-creates-worlds, @eeyahhh, @camilos-mivida, @inky-clover, @belladonna271, @soumya-13, @simpforcarlosmadrigal, @it-is-up-to-you.

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You had decided to start helping your father with deliveries, it kept you busy and you knew that it’d keep you away from Carlos. However, that was until your fathers assistant said she had to leave quickly and needed you to deliver something to señora Gomez.

She handed you the crate of banners and party hats, you guessed she was planning a party. The assistant locked your fathers stall up as you began making your way through the town towards señora Gomez’s home, which, unfortunately for you, was all the way across town.

After what felt like hours of trekking, you finally approached the elders house and knocked loudly on the door, she answered and you handed her the party stuff. “Thank you, señorita.” She smiled kindly at you.

“Of course, Señora. Adios.” You saluted slightly before turning on your heel and walking away.

You slowly made your way back to town and immediately noticed your father talking with Julieta, your mouth turned downwards into a frown as you slowly approached them. “Si, we would love to join you.” You heard your father say.

“Join her for what?” You piped up from behind him, making the older man jump in fright.

“Julieta has invited us to join her for dinner tonight, to celebrate your eighteenth birthday.” You father stated.

You’d almost forgotten that it was your birthday today, “You forgot and didn’t plan anything, huh?” You asked, cocking a brow as you stared at your father.

“I didn’t forget, amor. I’ve just been so busy lately and haven’t had time to plan anything.” He sighed.

You nodded, “It doesn’t matter. I wasn’t expecting anything anyway, papá.” You let him know, shrugging your shoulders.

You walked away, letting the two continue to plan the night ahead. You shoved your hands into the pockets of your dress before walking away, that’s when you bumped into him. Literally. Right into him. Your body collided with his.

You closed your eyes tight shut, waiting for your body to crash harshly to the floor. However, it never happened. You felt a hand grab your waist and pull you back onto your feet, you lifted your head; stepping back from him as soon as you noticed who it was. You hadn’t spoken to him since you cleaned him up just a week prior, “Um… Thanks.” You mumbled uncomfortably as you rubbed the top of your arm.

He stared at you, “Maybe watch where you’re going next time, cabrona!” He snarled, nudging past you.

Your face curled into a scowl, “Me?! You clearly weren’t watching where you were going either, pendejo!” You snapped back.

He stopped, turning to you, “You’re the one who bumped into me, tonta.” He growled.

“Oh my god, why are you always such a bastardo?!” You groaned, rolling your eyes.

“I’m not always a bastardo. You just bring out the worst in people, cabrona, ever thought of that?!” He said, walking closer to you.

You clenched your fists at your side, wanting nothing more than to punch him in the face. You could feel the anger inside of you building up and making its way to the surface, ready to spill over at any given point. Now was that given point.

“AY, YOU’RE SUCH A GODDAMN ASSHOLE, CARLOS! I WAS TRYING TO BE NICE AND YOU JUST HAVE TO GO AHEAD AND BE A DICK ABOUT IT.” You snapped.

He rolled his eyes, “I’M THE DICK?! I’M THE ASSHOLE?! YOU’VE GOT ROOM TO FUCKING TALK, (NAME). CUTTING ME OFF AND NOT GIVING ME A REASON WHY WHEN WE WERE TWELVE! THAT WAS THE BIGGEST DICK MOVE YOU COULD’VE MADE!” He growled at you, getting closer to your face.

“YOU KNOW THE FUCKING REASON WHY, CARLOS! DON’T ACT LIKE YOU DON’T, YOU’VE ALWAYS FUCKING KNOWN.” You screamed.

“I DON’T FUCKING KNOW, WHEN ARE YOU GONNA GET THAT THROUGH TO YOUR THICK FUCKING SKULL, TONTA!” He yelled.

You rolled your eyes, letting out a long sigh, “I can’t fucking stand you. You’re so fucking shallow and so full of yourself! You think you’re gods gift and you think you can get away with everything because you’re part of the ‘amazing family Madrigal’. Newsflash Carlos, you’re not gods gift and you can’t get away with every fucked up thing you do. You’re not that fucking great!” You snapped.

You could see his fists clenching at the side of his body, he wanted to punch you so bad but something seemed to be stopping him, you assumed it was the thought of being sent away to the city. “Carry on, I dare you.” He snarled.

You cocked a brow, folding your arms over your chest as you leant against the brick wall you had somehow found yourself backed into, “I could go on for days, Carlos. There’s a reason you’ve been living in Camilo’s shadow your whole fucking life, you’re pathetic and stupid and just an outright idiot. You’re just… You’re just a fucking assh-” You were suddenly cut off when his lips crashed against yours.

Your eyes widened momentarily before you melted into the kiss, closing your eyes slightly. However, it didn’t last long as Carlos pulled back with wide eyes.

You searched his eyes slightly as he stared at you, “C-Carlos…” You mumbled, barely audible.

He stepped back away from you, “Stay the hell away from me, (name).” He said, turning on his heel and sprinting away from you. You watched him go, dropping your head back against the wall slightly as you let out a long sigh and stared at the sky.

“What the hell have I done?” You whispered, closing your eyes momentarily.

Carlos sprinted back towards casita, ignoring the calls of his name as he passed his brother. He ran into the house and headed straight up to his bedroom where he slammed his door and sat at his desk, resting his head in his hands. “What the fuck was I thinking?!” He growled as his door was pushed open.

“Carlos, what’s wrong?” He heard Camilo say as his twin entered his bedroom.

Carlos turned back, staring at his golden counterpart before sighing, “I just made the biggest mistake of my entire life.” He groaned.

Camilo closed the bedroom door and took a seat on Carlos’ bed as he waited for him to go on, “So, what’d you do?” He asked.

“I kissed her. It meant nothing and it was simply to shut her up but fucking hell, it was the single biggest mistake of my life.” Carlos growled.

“Do you like her? Like, are you still in love with her?” Camilo asked.

Carlos scowled, “What?! No! I can’t stand her. I hate everything about her. I hate the way her hair bounces when she walks. I hate the way she snarls at everything, like is it so difficult for her to crack a smile? I hate that when she does smile she could outshine the fucking sun. I hate the way her fingers fidget together when she’s nervous. I hate the way she stutters sometimes when she’s nervous. I hate the way she never really knows what to say to me nowadays. I just… she’s so infuriating and I can’t fucking stand her.” He said. “What?!” He suddenly snapped when he saw the smirk playing on Camilo’s lips.

“How do you notice those things about her if you don’t like her?” Camilo cocked a brow.

“What things? They’re all so obvious.” He told his brother.

“I can guarantee you that nobody else notices that she fidgets with her fingers when she’s nervous or that she never knows what to say to you or that her hair bounces so effortlessly when she walks or how her smile could outshine the sun.” Camilo told his brother. “Only you notice those things, Carlos, and that’s because you pay attention to her because you’re still in love with her.” Camilo told him.

“Okay, you know what, you’re leaving.” Carlos sighed as he grabbed Camilos arm and pushed him out of his bedroom. He slammed the door shut behind the yellow chameleon before sitting back at his desk.

He placed his head in his hands, sighing slightly;

Could Camilo be right? Was he really still in love with you?

Carlos grabbed a piece of paper and a pen before beginning to scribble a list entitled;

Things I hate about (name).

The fact that she dropped me at twelve for no reason.

The way her hair bounces when she walks.

The way she’s always scowling.

The fact that her smile outshines the sun.

The way she fidgets with her fingers and stutters when she’s nervous.

The way she throws her head back laughing when she finds something hilarious.

The fact that she never knows what to say to me anymore.

The fact that she still owns my fucking heart.

The way her lips taste like strawberries.

The way I can’t seem to hate her at all no matter how hard I try.

Carlos leant back in his chair, staring down at the list before running his hand down his face, “Fuck, I’m in love with her.” He mumbled, barely audible as he placed his head in his hands.

It was hours later, Carlos was still staring at the list in disbelief as his fingers absentmindedly stroked the top of the chameleons head, he wasn’t even quite sure when he’d picked it up off his dresser. A knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts, he grabbed the list quickly and stuffed it into one of his drawers before putting the stuffed chameleon back on his dresser as he glanced towards the door. “Come in!” He called out, sitting on his bed.

His door was pushed open and Dolores peered her head around the door, “Hola, mamá said to let everyone know that the (surname)’s will be coming over for dinner soon to celebrate (name)’s birthday.” She let her brother know.

Carlos’ eyes widened, “Shit!” He groaned. “I completely forgot it was her birthday today.” He mumbled, placing his head in his hands.

“I figured you would’ve. That’s why I took the liberty of getting her a gift from you, it’s only something small but I figured it’d be a nice gesture.” Dolores held out a red box.

Carlos frowned and opened it, seeing a maroon hair bow inside with little sequins dotted over the bow, “Thanks, hermana.” Carlos sent an appreciative smile to his sister.

“You’re welco-” She soon cut herself off by jumping in fright. Her eyes going extremely wide in the process.

Worry etched itself onto Carlos’ face, “Hermana, what’s wrong?” He was at her side in seconds, taking her hands in his as he searched her eyes.

She blinked back, staring at him, “She’s in trouble, Carlos. She’s… She’s fighting with Andrés… Again.” Dolores whispered.

“What do you mean again?” Carlos asked.

Dolores sighed, staring at him, “You’ll be best off asking her that.” She mumbled, “Carlos, from what I hear, she’s taking a lot of hits.” She added.

“Where is she?” Carlos asked.

“In that deserted area through the alleyway behind the bakery.” She let him know. He nodded, immediately sprinting out of casita.

“Agh!” You grunted as you took another hit in the stomach. You almost doubled over in pain but managed to stay upright as you threw another punch at Andrés, “I told you, I’m not as weak as I was when we were twelve, Andrés.” You snarled.

He chuckled, thinking of the one thing that would make you weaker, “There’s something I never told you the truth about back then.” He said as he stretched his arms out slightly.

You placed your hands on your knees, turning your head to the side to spit some blood out of your mouth and onto the pavement, “No surprise, you’re always lying.” You cocked a brow. “So, what did you lie about?” You asked.

“Carlos knew nothing about it.” He told you. Your smirk dropped almost instantly, you straightened your body up as you stared at the boy.

“What? B-but you and Daniel said…” You were cut off by his chuckle.

“Yeah, I know Daniel was Carlos’ friend and he agreed with me but he was lying. Daniel was sick of you hanging around and sick of Carlos fobbing him off just so he could hang out with you.” He told you. “Carlos didn’t set you up that day, (name). He knew nothing about it.” He snarled at you, his face inches from yours.

“So you mean, I turned against him for… for…” You began.

“For nothing. Yeah.” Andrés shrugged. “It was Daniel who left that note on your locker.” He laughed.

You stepped back in shock, tears almost welling in your eyes. You’d turned against Carlos for nothing, all these fights and arguments and insults didn’t need to happen. You’d lost your best friend over nothing.

Your shocked state gave Andrés a wide opening, you saw his fist flying your way and you braced yourself for the impact but it never hit. A flash of red whipped past you and you soon saw fists flying, you leant back against the brick wall and slid down it, sitting on the pavement as you closed your eyes and finally let your tears pour.

You wanted to scream, to yell, to yank your hair out, to punch a wall over and over until you stopped feeling pain, but you didn’t do any of those things; no, instead you sat still and just let your tears fall down your face.

Carlos had beaten Andrés, having almost broken the taller boys wrist, he made his way back over to you, crouching in front of you causing your blurry vision to focus on his face. “I’m so sorry.” You whispered.

His brows furrowed as his face turned into a frown, “For what?” He asked.

“For turning against you.” You mumbled.

“Why did you turn against me?” He questioned you.

Your eyes turned downcast out of guilt as you averted your gaze from his face and focused on a piece of pavement.

He stared at you, nodding. “Okay, you know what, we can talk about that after your birthday dinner. Come on, it’s your day. Let’s get to casita to celebrate you.” He told you, grabbing your hands and pulling you to your feet.

He let go of your hand and began heading towards casita with you following slowly behind him.

The pair of you made it to casita where the family had already prepared and your father was standing having some kind of conversation with Agustín as the pair swirled what looked like red wine in the glasses they were holding.

You and Carlos stared around in amazement, the decorations had gone ignored when he sprinted from the house, “I… I thought it was just a birthday dinner?” You questioned, furrowing your brows.

“So did I…” Carlos frowned slightly.

“Well, we wanted to surprise you! Your papá asked Abuela if she could help him and señora Gomez to plan your birthday party, last week. The delivery of decorations was sent to Señora Gomez��s house this morning and we set this up whilst you were out.” Pepa let you know, smiling down at you softly.

“Happy birthday, cariño.” Your father cheered as he approached you, kissing your forehead as he did.

“You told me you’d forgotten.” You mumbled.

“How could I ever forget my little princesa’s birthday?” He asked, a smile on his face.

You threw your arms around him, “Thanks papá.” She whispered.

“Of course, cariño! Now go and enjoy your party.” He grinned at you, pushing you further into the house so that you could enjoy your party.

The party was in full swing, the whole town had turned up. It was a joyous evening, but you couldn’t help the feeling of guilt that was settling in the pit of your stomach.

You sent appreciative smiles to everybody that wished you a happy birthday as you passed them whilst trying to push your way out of the house.

You made it outside into the warm evening breeze as you sat on the steps and pulled your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top of them as you swirled your wine in your glass and let out a sigh; happy to be able to get some air.

“Why are you out here? It’s your party.” Someone asked. You turned your head to see Carlos leaning against the wall beside the front door of casita. You thought back, that was pretty much the same question you’d asked him thirteen years prior, a soft smile graced your face at the memory.

“Golden boy is entertaining everybody in there so.” You shrugged, a soft smile highlighting your features.

“So, wanna tell me why we stopped being friends?” He asked you.

You took a deep breath, finishing the last of the liquid that was in your glass. “It was the last day of the semester, I was getting ready to go home when I found a note attached to my locker telling me to meet you in the bleachers. It was your writing and was signed by you, when I got to the bleachers I saw Daniel and Andrés. Daniel told me that you were sick of me and so you’d sent him and Andrés there to deal with me and get me to stay away from you. They beat me up, I tried my best to fight back but they just wouldn’t stop. I passed out at one point, when I woke up, they were both still there and they told me that you’d set me up and that you couldn’t stand having me around anymore. They said that it’d be best to stay away from you because otherwise they’d be set on me again by you. So when I avoided you that summer, it was because I was healing in bed and asked my father not to tell anybody what had happened. When I recovered and went back to school after the holidays, you and Daniel were laughing about something in the corridor at school, I figured that if you were still such close friends with him then what he said had to be true so I decided to do what I was told and so much worse, I decided to start hating you in return.” You mumbled, staring down at the floor with a guilty expression.

“Since then, I’ve just assumed it to be true. Andrés only just told me the truth when we were fighting earlier. I’m so sorry, Carlos.” You whispered, lifting your head and revealing your tear stained face to the boy.

He stared at you, his fists clenching around the thin fragile wine glass causing it to shatter in his grip as he snarled, “I’m gonna kill them, both of them!” He growled, glancing down at you.

He let out a soft sigh before sitting on the steps beside you, “Why didn’t you just come to me and ask me? Or tell me what happened?” He asked.

“I told you why, I figured you already knew.” You mumbled as he rubbed your back slightly.

You and Carlos sat on the steps talking for a good while, getting caught up on one another’s lives and everything you’d missed out on in the past five years.

You were both laughing together and it felt like you were still best friends that’d just been apart for a while, almost as if none of the fistfights between the two of you had happened at all.

Carlos stared at you as you rose to your feet, grabbing his hands in yours as you did and pulling him to his feet. “What are you doing?” He asked, instantly taking you back to the night of his fifth birthday.

You grinned, “Dance with me! Nobody’s here!” You exclaimed as the music inside the house played loudly. He rolled his eyes before glancing around, grabbing your outstretched hands and pulling you close to him as he began to dance with you.

He was still as good as you remembered. The lessons that Pepa and Félix had made him take had made him really good. He span you around as the pair of you laughed.

You were so lost in each other that neither of you noticed his whole family and your father standing in the doorway, watching the pair of you dance.

Carlos leant forward as the song playing from inside ended, dipping you as it did. Your laughter flowed effortlessly through the air as you stared up at the boy, his eyes flickered to your lips momentarily then met with your eyes again. Your father clearing his throat behind the pair of you caused the two of you to pull apart, Carlos let go of you; causing your body to collide with the floor. Your eyes widened as you quickly stood up and brushed yourself down as the family laughed at your flustered state before the pair of you were dragged back inside to rejoin the party.

The party soon ended, you were leaving the house and Carlos walked you to the door as your father said goodbye to the adults. Carlos stopped at the door as he rubbed the nape of his neck, “So, uh… Would you maybe wanna hang out tomorrow?” He asked.

You fidgeted with your fingers slightly before staring at him, “Y-yeah. I think that would be nice.” You nodded, a soft smile gracing your features.

“Great, I’ll… Uh… I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He mumbled, sending a smile your way.

You nodded as he hesitantly handed you a small box, “Also, I got this for you. Happy birthday.” He said as you opened the box and stared down at the hair bow.

You carefully plucked it out of the box and smiled, “It’s beautiful, Carlos! Thank you.” You grinned, throwing your arms around the boys neck as your father passed you both. You hugged the boy close, “I love it, thank you.” You smiled, planting a soft kiss to his forehead as you placed the bow back in the box.

You didn’t even notice the boys flushed cheeks from your lips connecting with his skin as you span on your heel upon hearing your father call your name.

Carlos watched you sprint out of the door to catch up to your father as he leant against the doorframe, his cheeks flushing red as heat rose up to his ears.

“Told you that you loved her.” He heard Camilo say from beside him.

Carlos rolled his eyes, pushing his twins face away as he turned and headed into the house and up the stairs to his room,

“Cállate, pendejo!” He called over the railings as he closed his bedroom door.

(Translation: “Shut up, asshole!”)

~ Hai! Okie, so I kinda went overboard with this one and went a little bit crazy and this chapter is 3.7k words long 🤭 Oops. Anyways, lemme know what y’all think, angels! I’ll probably be ending it with the next part that I will be posting tomorrow after work hopefully. 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖

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theintrovertbean · 2 years ago

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Hey I saw you didn't included this on your rules... But like only if you feel comfortable with it can you write something about Nadia or the mc cheating (you pick if they make up or not) either fem or gn mc.

If you don't you don't really need to respond to this. I'm just a sucker for angst and stuff like that and I understand some people don't know how to write about that because of the arcana plot or just feel uncomfortable with it.

Anyways, it got longer than expected

I love ur writing♥️🥀

-🦭

Thank you, Anon! You're a sweetheart, and I kind of feel like you need a hug.

And well, cheating wasn't mentioned for a reason 🤭

I've seen other people say it before, and I'm going to say it as well. I don't think that any of the characters would cheat on MC. They just love MC so much and want to spend the rest of their lives with them.

But for the sake of angsty goodness, we shall have a cheater MC 👀

And because my gf pissed me off tonight, I didn't feel like continuing the fluff I was already writing.

Let's hop on that angst train and enjoy!

Nadia x cheater gn!MC headcanons

Nadia thought they were in love, that their relationship would last forever and how wrong she was. She pictured her whole life with MC, but then they betrayed her.

At first, Nadia didn't think much of it when the apprentice became a little distant. They preferred to sleep on their side of the bed without facing or touching her—odd, but not the end of the world. It happens; no big deal.

Then a few days later, Nadia found herself sleeping alone. It hurt her; it really did. But still, many couples choose to sleep in different rooms, and their relationship works.

But not this one. At that point, MC could barely look into her eyes, let alone touch her. They barely talked at that point, and Nadia knew something was terribly wrong.

She really wanted to talk to MC because was missing them, but she waited until they came to her with the truth. Nadia hoped they were just going through a rough phase, but no, it was much worse.

Her heart sank when they stuttered out the truth. For a moment, Nadia couldn't say a word. She couldn't believe what they were saying and asked them to repeat themselves.

Her worst fear came true; MC cheated on her. Nadia struggled, she really did, but she somehow managed to keep her composure and ask them to leave. She needed to be alone.

The moment the door closed, Nadia collapsed onto the floor, and her tears flowed like a river down her cheeks. She tried to scream, but no words came out, and she thought the pain would choke her. She spent the next few days in bed, crying alone in her room, and neglecting her duties before she could retake her position as Countess.

They used to be so happy. Was she not enough for them? Did they ever love her? Questions like that would repeat themselves in her mind like a broken record.

If MC chooses to admit their mistake and beg (yes, beg, because a simple "Sorry, Nadi" would not be enough) for forgiveness, Nadia might consider taking them back. If it really were a mistake, like they got very drunk and accidentally slept with someone, she would be more understanding. After all, she married Lucio when she was drunk, so she gets it. But if MC was unfaithful to her on purpose and they think she would forgive them, then they're very wrong. Nadia knows her worth and that she has a lot to offer. If the apprentice thought that someone could offer them more and it turned out to be false, then adios MC.

And if Nadia does forgive them, she will need time. This lady always had a hard time trusting people, and MC broke her trust like no one else before. It will take some time before things would go back to almost normal. In the back of her mind, Nadia would always stay aware of MC's mistakes and be much more careful with them in the future. She would forgive them but never forget what they did to her.

But if MC chose not to apologize to her, Nadia would slowly let them go. The apprentice would be a topic that no one dares to bring up in her presence. They were a mistake, a very big and stupid one. And after enduring that much heartbreak, the Countess of Vesuvia would never fall in love again. She no longer smiled, no longer laughed, and never felt any joy for the rest of her life. She was just a dark shadow of herself, a grey, dull version of what she was before.

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behindyourbarrette · 3 years ago

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stay stay stay

summary: You're leaving, but somebody'd like you to stay.

pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

category: Angst and happy ending....mayhaps

warnings: mention of smoking and alcohol

a/n: this was fun to write LOL. not beta read or even proofread and i kind of feel like it’s a lot of nothing but i hope you enjoy anyways <3 as always Reblog my shit. I do this for free and it helps me tremendously

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You’re going to tell them tonight. Tonight, or you don’t tell them at all.

While you originally considered the latter to be a last resort, it’s looking more and more like your only option. Filing the paperwork with Hotch was easy enough; he didn’t really react beyond a curt nod and a handshake, which are typical for him regardless. It’s the rest of the team that you’re worried about. In the years you’ve spent at Quantico, the sixth floor has become home. You can’t really recall a life before brunch with JJ and Penelope on Sundays, or a time before Spencer takes you to see new foreign film releases in the park. Before Derek invites you out on runs and walks when you lose your breath, or when you and Emily haven’t exchanged copies of Cats Cradle and Jailbird like currency. This is, to put it plainly, your life now. Serial killers included. But you’re tired of it. Parts of it, at least. So you’re spreading your wings. Departing. Saying adios. Quitting, according to Strauss. Apparently the word ‘resignation’ is reserved for people higher up than you.

Tonight. You’re going to tell them. Regardless of how scary the reality that you’re doubting your decision may be.

You’re at a different bar than usual; everything’s a little brighter than it is at O’Keefe’s. The dartboard’s electronic, something JJ’s adorably enthused by, and there’s a strangely Bjork-centric karaoke lineup. It’s not the typical Friday night you’d intended to create; as you hold a beer in one hand, the taste sour on your tongue, you get the feeling that the whole team is performing a little. You have to, to have fun after these cases. Fake it till you make it.

“You alright?”

Spencer’s beside you at the bar, holding what looks suspiciously like a Shirley Temple and eyeing you with a little too much intensity. With your luck, he can see right through you. This is the most difficult aspect of leaving, you think. You’ve been partnered with Spencer for your entire career at the BAU, being the youngest and most likely to harbor…a distaste for bureaucracy. After nearly ten years of friendship, he is the last person you’d like to abandon abruptly. Logically, after putting in your two week’s notice, you’ve avoided him for the past seven days and stopped taking his calls.

“Yeah, I’m fine. This is just new.”

You’d wanted it to be quiet, low-key. In your mind, you’d pictured telling them at the bar, a round of drinks ordered after. The clink of glasses sending you off into true adulthood. Instead, the team is scattered across the room, each absorbed in something different. There’s no way you’ll be able to corral them all into a serious conversation when this much drink has been poured. You watch as Spencer nods in your periphery, his hair falling into his face. Maybe it’s the beer, but it’s incredibly taxing to avoid reaching out and coiling a curl around one of your fingers. Just to see how it’d feel.

Your friendship isn’t new. That feeling is.

You go back to an unsteady silence, crushing peanuts in between your fingers as you mourn tonight’s plan. You didn’t want to have to leave without a trace. Technically, with minimal traces. There’s little you can hide from Penelope Garcia, to be fair. But this wasn’t how you wanted to do things.

Across the bar, you catch sight of movement. Derek and Penelope are slow-dancing to Usher and Emily’s really laughing, in the way that she only does when she feels safe, her whole body shaking from the effort of it. JJ’s filming from the corner, and you feel yourself smile to nobody as you watch them giggle and sway around the sticky floor. In another time, at another bar, you’d be right there with them. In a way, you’ve already left.

It’s entirely too hot in here, the breath and push of warm bodies suffocating. It’s nearly one in the morning—how is Spencer still here? Is Emily even sober enough to drive? Your mind races and maybe this is what makes your stomach churn; either way, you abandon your seat at the bar and make a beeline for the door. It’s only a little cooler outside, which you attribute to the sickly sweet humidity of late summer, but it’s still better. Against the brick wall, you fish in the pocket of your puffy jacket for a light.

God. You had really wanted to tell them.

“That’s a bad habit.”

You feel him beside you before you see him, his frame lanky and vaguely cedar-scented. Turning, you let the cigarette butt between your fingers fall to the ground. You stomp the spark out with your heel, trying not to laugh as you watch Spencer watch you.

“As if I don’t know.” He bugs you about it all the time, peppering you with statistics and factoids that feel right out of seventh grade health class. This is nothing new, but the animosity in your tone is. He nods, taking your feedback with an earnest expression on his face. Hands in his pockets, back slightly hunched, he meets your eye.

“Really. I worry about your lungs sometimes. You’re young, but your odds aren’t good.”

Your lips twitch upwards—not by choice. Spencer has a proclivity for making you smile. He means what he says, and it’s endearing. Profilers have a tendency to lie, because they know they can. At least, they know it’ll take a while for them to get caught. It’s a sign of something like trust when they choose to bestow you with the truth. You take a breath, reminded of your lungs, then exhale a little staggered as picture them, blackened and dry, overtaken with smoke. Maybe he’s right. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“This team copes by barhopping. We all have our vices, but I don’t hear you worry about their livers.” You level, your tone a little harsher than you intend. Defensive; being a profiler is only an added bonus in detecting the fact that he’s touched a nerve. You want to show him the box of Nicorette patches on your bathroom counter, the missed calls from your mother, the receipts from corner stores. Instead, you look him in the face.

“I like your lungs. That’s why I worry.” He takes an imperceptible step closer, craning his neck to look at the sky. He’s scanning for something, the moonlight casting a dreamy glow onto his features. He’s softer like this, less angular and harsh. It’s only when his eyes flick towards you that you realize you’ve been staring. It’s been a while since you were this close to each other, but each tiny detail on his face comes back to you in time. They’re hard to forget, and you piece them together slowly, tinkering with your toolbox until you’ve put your memory of him back together.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you lately.” You manage to get the words out despite the intensity of the look you’re sharing. It’s a little overwhelming, to be communicating silently and upholding a verbal conversation at the same time. You can’t decipher what his eyes are saying, only that yours are begging him to do something, to move closer, to stay.

“I know it’s hard. We’re not much if we’re not there for each other.”

He’s thanking you now, you can tell that much. Raking a hand through his hair, he shakes his head. The bar door swings open, a couple exiting hand in hand. The woman shoots you a tipsy smile before turning back to her partner, stumbling as she clings to their arm. Spencer straightens his spine and clears his throat. A wave of something tinted vaguely green and almost jealous crosses your mind, but you gulp it down before you can say something stupid. Spencer speaks and you’re jolted out of the idea, focused on watching him move.

“It’s not your fault, and I’m fine dealing with it on my own. I know things are rough for you too.”

“Still. I should be there.”

He nods, and the silence settles into something slightly more tolerable than awkwardness. When did this happen? You’ve always been close, but held at arms length. Emily once told you that Spencer wears an emotional life vest, and it’s true. He mitigates all risk, at the cost of vulnerability. You don’t know much, but you know everything. You should have told him. How couldn’t you have known, that it’d be this difficult? How didn’t you expect that you’d never be able to walk away?

“You can tell me what’s going on, you know.” He reminds you, matter-of-factly. You shrug, hands in your pockets as you watch your breath grow cool in the night air.

“I’m quitting.” “Please don’t leave.”

You speak in unison, words jumbled and overlapping. His eyes widened in panic, already scrambling to formulate a response. You flush red, reaching to bridge the distance with a comforting hand on his arm. A slow ache built in your chest, the impact of his words lodging itself in your ribcage, a little delayed.

“You knew?” It’s peculiar; he seems to relax instead of stiffen, as if he was expecting it. Your hand takes on a new weight against his arm and you can’t decide whether to move or stay put.

“You’ve been pulling away from everyone. I saw you talk to Strauss the other day. Thought maybe you were getting your affairs in order, trying to make a clean break.” He offers, rushing through the sentence like it pains to say. As he moves, hands gesticulating wildly, your arm falls to the side.

Huh. You’re a worse profiler than you thought. You’d been discreet, quiet, private, yet he’s figured you out. You blink the feeling of defeat out of your eyes and stammer, trying to catch your breath. It’s impossible, with the way he’s looking at you. Like you’ve crushed his heart beneath your heel.

“You’re right. I’ve just been thinking, lately.”

He looks younger, in the dark. You’re reminded of late nights on the sixth floor, spinning chairs and too-long ties.

“We joined the Bureau right out of grad school. We were babies. I had no idea what I wanted, at twenty four. I still have no real idea what I want.” You scoff on the last part of your sentence, trying to diminish the truth of it.

“But I miss teaching. I miss students, and classrooms, and helping people on their good days, not just their worst. I’ve done great work, here. But it’s a lot. And I’m tired.” He’s understanding you, and this is uniquely infuriating. With a clear of his throat, he looks at you with a little glint of sadness in his eyes and it’s at this moment that you realize he wants you to stay. He’s too kind to tell you this.

“It makes sense. You loved TA’ing criminal psych, I remember. I can’t fault you for pursuing your happiness.” He squints, brushing at his eyes. I’ve had happiness, partly, because I’ve had you. “That’s all we can really do, right?”

“Tell me to stay and I will.” “You can’t ask me that.” His voice is hushed, accusatory, and you’re too focused on how uniquely angry he sounds to absorb the reality that he’s taken your hand into his.

“Why not? If you need me, I’ll stay.”

You’ve been wondering when the regret will kick in; apparently it’s underneath a stoplight, the smell of cigarette smoke more of a memory than anything else. He shakes his head, sniffing.

“You’re not the first person to go, and you won’t be the last. It’s my responsibility to learn to cope, not yours to accommodate me.” It hits you then, as the light from the street crosses his eyes and illuminates them a new shade of hazel. You don’t have to go. Not tonight, not ever. Not really.

“Spencer.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve been fine before. I just wish we had more time, you know? I’d do things differently. It’s funny. We had so long, but it feels like no time at all.”

“Spencer.” You feel much younger than your years, tugging on his sleeve. He’s focused on something in the distance, and you don’t miss the shimmer of tears on his cheeks.

“I want you to be happy. I can’t take that away from you.”

“Spencer. I’m leaving the Bureau. That doesn’t mean I have to leave you, too.” This renders him speechless, his face blank as you realize just how close the two of you are. Neither of you move, though. You take in a tentative breath and feel the lapel of his coat between your fingers, trying not to get your hopes up. “Ask me to stay.”

“What do you mean? We just—“

“Ask me to stay with you.” You give his collar a tug with each of the last words, trying to keep his attention. His eyes drift across your face, pausing on your lips before it seems to hit him.

“Oh.”

A small smile pulls on the corners of his mouth, and you get the sense that you’ve won. He exhales, a little shaky, and you feel something a little like pride. This fades, though, when his eyes widen and he smirks as he begins to tell a joke.

“Nobody’s ever done that before.” He clearly thinks this is very funny; his grin goes a little crooked as he jokes. You ignore the melancholy tone laced beneath it; this is a happy moment, at its glowing core. By now, you’re half-hugging in the cold, pressed against each other in a lopsided embrace.

“Yeah, well. I’m not nobody.” You give his hand a squeeze, relishing in his warmth. He’s come back to life, a little. The color’s returned to his cheeks and he’s smiling with his whole face, cheeks split into a grin reserved for you. You rest your head on his shoulder, suppressing a smile.

“No,” he says, and you’re not sure that you’ll ever forget the feeling of his lips as they ghost over your cheek, the edge of your jaw, the shell of your ear. “You’re not.”

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caterinawriting · 3 years ago

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Suenito (1)

Summary : (Y/n) is a single mom living in the barrio, struggling to make ends meet like everyone else. Her only Suenito? To provide a good life for her baby, and to move away from the elevated train. And maybe finally go out with her high school crush Usnavi.

Pairing : Usnavi x Reader

Words : 1,409

Authors Note : Hey y'all guess who back? With a new Fic? I watched ITH and loved it! Im Hispanic and really connected to it and got this idea for a fic, I really wanted to write it so this is it.

(Not my gif of course I don't know how to make them. )

(Y/n)’s POV

You awoke to the sound of your baby wailing, rubbing your eyes, stretching as you walked across your small bedroom to the crib. There he was, your little boy, Sebastian. “Good morning mi angelito (my angel).” You took the crying baby and moved out of the room, you carried him to the kitchen and prepared his bottle. He calmed when he saw you preparing his breakfast, “How are you mi amor (my love)! I know, Mama’s almost done.” He whined till he practically ripped the bottle from your hand.

You smiled carrying him back to your shared room to get him and yourself dressed for the day, you finished changing him and placed him back in his crib as you got yourself ready. Running to the bathroom you tried to do your morning routine as quickly as you could, leaving a one and half year old unsupervised wasn't ideal, especially since you had no one else to watch him. Just as you were finishing your hair you heard it, your worst enemy, the train. You ran to the crib but were too late, Sebastian was screaming his head off. “I know Sebastian, I know, let's go so the mean train won't bother you!” You grabbed his diaper bag and set him down in his stroller.

First stop of the day was Usnavi’s bodega, where you and everyone in the barrio went for their morning coffee. The streets were still quiet, all you could really hear was Sebastion mumbling and giggling as he played with his toys. “Buenos Días Señorita (Good morning) (Y/n)!” Piraguero greeted you, stopping on your side. “Buenos dias, how are you?” You asked the kind man, “You know mornings are usually slow but with the heat I'm sure I'll be very busy today. Can I get you something for you or your little man?” You laughed shaking your head, “ No thank you, giving him sweets this early is a recipe for disaster. And I can't eat anything without having my morning coffee, thank you though.” You smiled, waving goodbye, “Adios (Goodbye)!”

You pulled up to the bodega prepared to struggle with the door for the millionth time. “Oh! Miga (daughter) let me help you with that.” Abuelita, the mother of the barrio and one of the sweetest ladies you've ever known, pulled the door open for you. “Thank you abuelita.” You pushed your cheap stroller into the cool store, “Usnavi! Haven't I told you to leave that door open?”

There he was the most beautiful man in the barrio, Usnavi de la Vega. You met him when you were both sixteen, and have been friends ever since, coming to his bodega every day to talk to him and Sonny and Benny when he was around. “I'm sorry (Y/n)! It always slips my mind.” He turned to Abuela, “Abuela my fridge broke. I got cafe but no con leche.” He looked over at you apologizing with his eyes, “Ay Dios (oh god), Try my mothers old recipe. One can of condensed milk.”

“Nice.” He pulled a can from behind him and made a cup, “(Y/n) can you try this?” You took the cup from his hand and took a sip. Both him and abuelita waiting for your opinion. “Usnavi I hate to say this but… This might be better than your coffee.” He laughed, “That's not funny (Y/n)!” You laughed pulling your wallet out. “Oh hey. Your lottery ticket.” He handed Abuela her ticket and she exclaimed her iconic line “Paciencia Y Fe!” She turned to you, “(Y/n) I'm just going to run next door to get some meat, I'll meet you there.” You nodded telling her you'd be out soon, see Abuela watched Sebastian while you went to school and work. You always offered to pay her for the trouble but the sweet lady always pushed your money back, since she never had any babies you just assumed she liked watching one for a while.

“So how's school been?” Usnavi asked you, leaning over the counter to get a better look at you. “Well you know finals, only one more week though and then it's just me and Seb all summer. It would be nice to give Abuela Claudia a break.” You responded by pulling out cash to pay him, “Hey you know for you it's on the house.” He laughed. “You know if you keep doing this Daniellas is going to think something up.” You leaned closer to him, “Would that be such a bad thing?” He whispered looking from your eyes to your lips. You pulled away smirking, “I've got to go meet Abuela before I'm late. But thanks for the coffee Usnavi.” You walked out almost bumping into a couple outside, “Hey (Y/n)! You forgot your lottery ticket!” You took it from Usnavi, “Can I pay you for this at least?” He shook his head, “Only if you win.” He winked, turning to speak to the confused couple.

You turned on your way to meet Abuela, “Oh Sebastian, all we could have if I won the lottery.”

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Usnavi’s POV

“Sonny you're late.”

“Chillax you know you love me. Did (Y/n) come in yet?” Usnavi rolled his eyes at his cousin, “Yes you missed her.” Sonny groaned, “Did she ask for me?”

“Sonny you are fifteen, she is twenty three stop crushing on girls way older than you. Also you're not her type dude.” Usnavi said he rang up another customer, “Oh yeah what's her type carribean guys who are too shy to ask out a girl they've liked for five years?” He turned to Sonny now with no customers in the store, “I don't like her, she is just my friend.”

“Who's just a friend? (Y/n)? What have I been saying, Sonny he has no skills.” Right on time there was Benny Usnavis' best friend since high school. “I have skills Benny, you want the usual?” He nodded as he began ranting on how great he was, which Usnavi knew of course. He paid for his things and turned to his friend, “Yo Vanessa show up yet?”

“Shut up.” Vanessa Morales is one of the prettiest girls in the Barrio, he knew it and so did plenty of other men too. Carla had mentioned to him and the boys a few weeks back that Vanessa had taken interest in him, Usnvai. Of course she was beautiful and any guy would be lucky to have her but something or maybe someone always held him back. He had more than one Suenito, he's always dreamed of going back to the domincan republic, his other dream well was a big one too. Since freshman year of highschool he dreamed of taking (Y/n) out on a date, his crush always obvious to everyone but her. But things happen and Benny has been pushing him to ask Vanessa out, to finally get over (Y/n).

“Hey, lil’ homie, don't get so upset. Ask Vanessa out, buy the girl a meal on the real or you ain't got no skills.” Both Benny and Sonny exclaimed. On cue Vannesaa walked in on the phone sounding distressed heading straight to the fridges as she always did. Sonny grabbed a paper rose and led them to Vanessa.“Yo, here's your chance, ask her out right now.” He shook his head ready to walk back to the counter, “Yo do something, make your move, don't freeze.” Benny said while Sonny pushed a box towards Vanessa.

“Hey” He said awkwardly, waving, “You owe me a bottle of cold champagne.” She smirked, proud of herself. “Are you movin’?” That's the only reason he could come up with for owing someone champagne, that she's getting out of the neighborhood. “Just a little credit check and I'm on that downtown train.” He smiled happily for his friend, “Well, your coffee is on the house.” He grabbed the coffee from Sonny, throwing the paper rose aside.

“Usnavi ask her out.” Benny whispered.

“No way.” Sonny whispered knowing his cousin wouldn't have the guts. “I'll see you later, so” She smiled once more at him before walking out. He turned to see both of them laughing their asses off.

“Yo, smooth operator, aw, damn, there she goes. Usnavi! Cmon!” Benny left saying his usual words of encouragement for his friend. That Usnavi was like a street light. He never denied it, he knew what he was but he was content with it. As long as he had his friends and family he was content with just being Usnavi.

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blessyourhondahurley · 3 years ago

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Real Talk

Destiel Month prompts: Movie Night / Bunker Random word: farewell

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Dean used to have mixed feelings about movie nights in the Bunker. He loved spending quality time with his family. He loved the big shared bowls of popcorn and the communal trays of nachos. He loved watching really good (and really bad) movies together, hollering back at the big screen TV when the characters were idiots or the action got too crazy.

But he dreaded the adios, the farewell at the end of the night. After Sam and Eileen had headed back to their place. After Jack had blipped off to wherever he spends his God-time. After Cas had said his gentle goodnight and gone to his room. When the Bunker was dark and quiet and Dean would feel so, so alone.

Movie nights hit different now that he and Cas have worked their crap out. Now the movies are ten times better, because he gets to cuddle with his boyfriend while they watch. And at the end of the night, when the rest of their family departs, Dean gets to snuggle under the blankets with the love of his life. The Bunker is still dark and quiet but Dean never has to feel alone again.

Which is why he's so annoyed right now, because the movie's long over, their guests have departed, but Cas will not stop puttering around in the library and come to bed. There's no way Dean's gonna go lay down without him; the blankets get warm so much faster when they're wrapped around the two of them together. So why won't he leave that pile of books alone and stop fiddling with the chairs around the table?

“C'mon man, let's hit the hay,” he coaxes.

“Mmm,” comes the distracted reply. He opens the book on top of the pile, then closes it again.

“Dude, what is your deal tonight? Aren't you tired?”

Finally, Cas pulls his attention from rearranging the furniture and turns those blue eyes his way. “Can we talk?” he asks earnestly.

Despite a deep (and deeply hard-won) trust in the forever of their relationship, Dean's heart still races, his blood running a little cold at those words. “What's, uh.” He clears his throat. “What's up, babe?”

“I need to ask you something important.”

In the last twelve seconds, Dean's internal monologue has swung from this is it he's leaving me through stop it we're good he loves me before landing on shit he's gonna propose before I get a chance to. He thinks with panic of the little velvet box he's hidden in his old Fed shoes in the back of his closet. He wills his hands to stop trembling and takes a breath, blowing it out in a whoosh before replying. “Yeah?” he croaks, as casually as he can manage.

Cas doesn't seem to have noticed the series of mini-breakdowns happening in front of him, focused as he is on what he's about to ask. He's got the puppy dog eyes going full-blast, head tilted just so to convey maximum entreaty. “We've been together for a while now,” he begins, “and we've built a home together, in a way, here in the Bunker.”

Holy shit, Dean thinks.

Cas carries on. “And I think it's time we took our relationship to the next level, so to speak.”

Holy shit holy shit holy shit it's happening.

Still oblivious to his boyfriend's silent hysterics, Cas reaches across the table to hold his hand. “Dean, my love,” he says with all seriousness, “Can we get a guinea pig?”

Dean's pretty sure he passes out for a couple seconds. His brain definitely flatlines and then has to reboot. Eventually, his power of speech returns. “Can we get a what now?” he asks, dazed and more than a bit confused.

“A guinea pig,” Cas answers serenely. “Or a cat, if you don't mind taking daily allergy medication. They make pills that are labeled non-drowsy that could work very well.”

What a dork, Dean thinks. What a beautiful, ridiculous, wonderful goober he is. And he's all mine. He's swept with a wave of love so total, so deep, so warming that he feels every inch of his skin flush. “Baby,” he sighs, “we can get whatever you want.” Tomorrow, he promises himself, I'm pulling out that little velvet box.

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phykios · 4 years ago

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honesty and promise me, part 5 [co-written with @darkmagyk] [read on ao3]

Annabeth is making her periodic pilgrimage to the gynecologist when she gets Leo's call. It's very fitting--two uncomfortable and invasive things for the price of one. She answers her phone, ignoring the doctor's chastising frown. Surely she can place her new IUD while Annabeth deals with whatever Leo wants.

"What are you doing on the 18th?" he asks, about the only type of hello she ever gets from Leo.

The two of them never really grew out of pretending not to like each other, after they had gotten over their initial dislike. When he and Piper first got to Miss Minerva's, more or less straight out of juvie after Piper's dad made a lot of calls and called in a lot of favors, she and Leo had really hated each other. They used to fight over everything, from Piper's attention to the position of captain of the Mathletes team. And also, over Leo hating a rich white girl on principle, which, in retrospect, is totally fair. But then, by a weird twist of fate, they wound up in Boston together.

If Annabeth had to choose between hanging out with her creepy, Norse mythology-obsessed uncle and hanging out with Leo, she'd pick Leo every time. They had gone through a lot together, things both big and small.

"Of August?" she asks.

"Please be still, Ms. Chase," says her doctor. Annabeth rolls her eyes.

"Duh."

Wracking her thoughts she can't think of any prior commitments she might have had. Maybe there's a concert that day, but if she can't remember, it probably wasn't that important anyway. "Not much."

"Good, because we have plans."

She frowns. "Piper didn't mention any--"

"No, you and I have plans. I'll see you in Philly, yeah?"

Philadelphia? Ew. "Why Philly?"

"Our Smarter House thing won an award."

"No shit?"

"Eta Industries Award. The gala is on the 18th. You're my plus one."

She sucks in air through her teeth, readjusting her hips as unobtrusively as possible. Eta Industries was… a very big deal. "Isn't that, like, an engineering specific award? Maybe you should accept it by yourself." She'd be better off staying out of the limelight for this one, she thinks, even as some part of her longs once again for recognition.

Something electric whirs in the background, tinny and buzzing. "I'll see you on the 18th, then," says Leo, not having heard a word she said. "Also, you've been summoned to the castle."

"Leo--" she jumps as the gyno touches something she really shouldn't have.

"No arguments, she's expecting you today at two. Adios!" He clicks off.

"Okay, Ms. Chase," says the doctor, a little too chipper for Annabeth's taste. "You should be all set."

Annabeth leaves the doctor's office with her brand new IUD, a handful of medical literature which immediately gets tossed in the trash, and a sinking feeling in her gut as she gets on a train to Brooklyn, headed to Piper's place for another annoying and unnecessary fashion show. It's not that she doesn't enjoy being Piper's model--it's a position she's held since their time at Miss Minerva's, and it's never really a hardship to be told how gorgeous she is--but Piper has a way of just... getting information out of her that she doesn’t always want to share.

Stopping off early, Annabeth gives herself a moment to walk down the Brooklyn Heights Promenade, to settle her nerves and indulge herself a bit. That skyline gets her every time.

Turning down Pierrepont Street, she is once again struck by just how quiet the city can be. Manhattan is loud, rude, in-your-face, almost an entirely different world from the stately, deafeningly silent Brooklyn. For Annabeth, who is incapable of falling asleep without city horns blaring, it wigs her out a little.

She barely has time to ring the doorbell on Piper's dad's place before the girl herself wrenches it open, grabbing Annabeth's hand and yanking her inside. "You're late!" she trills, suffering what Annabeth can only assume is the onset of a caffeine overdose.

"I thought I had until two."

"That was before I had the best idea."

The brownstone is a mess, as per usual, reams of fabric tossed over every available surface, enough dressforms strewn about to make it look like Piper is hosting a party exclusively populated by headless zombies, adorned with a warehouse's worth of half-finished dresses and jackets. Based on the loud fabrics and structured angles, it looks like Piper is in the middle of a Klimt-ian phase of inspiration. Annabeth eyes a bright gold gown with a huge, extended collar, embroidered with silver eyes, the raw edges trailing the floor. "Please tell me this isn't your idea."

"First of all," Piper releases her arm as they enter her kitchen-turned-photo studio, gingerly stepping over a box of assorted beads, "even though it would look amazing on you, that dress is for an actual paying client. Second of all--" she snatches up a dressform from its position behind the camera, setting it down in front of her with a flourish. "This is my idea."

Annabeth was right--Piper is definitely on a Klimt-ian kick.

Pulled straight from her art history classes, the dress looks like a two dimensional painting come to life, a stunning skirt like a column of liquid silver descending onto the black mat, pleats like fluted columns precisely draped over the dressform's hips… and not much else. Annabeth points. “Is that it?”

Piper makes a face. "I have a bodice, promise. Now go take that shit off."

Annabeth looks down at her repurposed The Police shirt, fished out of a thrift store bin some months ago, shirt collar cut and sides resewn to bring the waistline in. "I like this shirt."

"Oh, I like the shirt plenty," she agrees. "But you could stand to wear a nicer pair of jeans."

She does have a point there--her jeans are clinging to life at this point, the knees and hems all but obliterated, strings of fabric valiantly attempting to hold their original shape. "Fine. Be right back."

When she emerges from the bathroom a minute later in just her bra and panties, Piper has laid out another bolt of fabric in that same color, silver with a blue shift beneath the studio lights. Piper, bent over with a strip of measuring tape, looks up at her, then squints. "So who is he?"

Annabeth starts. "Excuse me?"

"The guy you've been seeing."

How... the fuck does Piper always know these things? "I don't know what you're talking about."

She flicks her eyes down to Annabeth's thigh, Annabeth following her gaze to the remnants of the bruise that Percy had left there with his mouth two days ago. Dammit.

Piper tsks, a smile distorting the sound. "Naughty, naughty, Annabeth."

"How do you know it wasn't from a girl?" she asks, petulant.

"Because if it had been a girl, you wouldn't be nearly so defensive."

Shit. "We've been friends way too long," Annabeth grumbles.

"That we have," says Piper. "And out of respect for our friendship, I will refrain from grilling you about him until you are more comfortable sharing."

"So, for a few hours?"

She shrugs. "More or less."

"I suppose you want me to thank you for holding back."

"Don't thank me yet," she grins, wide and toothy. "I've been cooped up here working on my collection for three days, and I am dying to talk to someone."

Annabeth sighs, but obediently raises her arms, making room as Piper crouches down to pin the skirt on her. "Okay, you got me. I'm seeing this guy."

"Seeing or seeing-seeing?"

"Just seeing," she clarifies. "It's pretty casual."

"Can't be that casual if you're telling me about it," Piper points out.

Fuck. This is why she never tells Piper about her hookups. "You're the one who asked."

"Another business bro, I assume?"

"He's--" Piper swats at her as she automatically sucks her stomach in, their long held code for "stay put." "He's a dancer."

She hums, arranging pleats over Annabeth's knees. "Like on Broadway?"

"Ballet."

Piper glances up at her, eyes sparkling. “Un danseur! Ooh la la,” she trills. “What’s his name?”

“I can just leave,” Annabeth says, distinctly not thinking about how Percy will occasionally slip into French whenever he stubs his toe.

“Okay, okay, no more boy talk.” Piper moves in front of her, adjusting the fabric about her waist. “Tell me about the thing you just won with Leo.”

“I had honestly forgotten about it,” she says, lying a little, pulling her arms forward. “You remember his master’s thesis?”

“The shmart kishen thing, right?” Piper asks around the tape measure in her mouth.

Leo, the prodigal boy that he is, had spent his last year of school dedicated to a singular problem faced by people around the world: the sudden, out of control kitchen fire. Using very complicated electronics and engineering that Annabeth does not understand, he devised a handful of mechanisms to sense, contain, and ultimately douse random fires as soon as they popped up. Annabeth came on as his design partner after he had graduated and had gotten some funding to conceptualize an entire safe house.

“Well, it just won an Eta Industries award.”

Her head snaps up, hands freezing in their tracks. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

“Congrats.”

“Thanks,” she shrugs as Piper gets up to grab some more fabric. “I mean, it was mostly Leo’s doing. I just made sure he didn’t leave any stray pipes around.”

Holding out her arms again, Piper slides them through the sleeves of a heavy, corset-like piece, structured and straight and very forgiving on Annabeth’s lack of curves. “You shouldn’t sell yourself short,” she says. “I’m sure your skills as a guinea pig were very valuable.”

“Are you ever going to let that go?” Annabeth asks, she who has literally burnt pasta while it was submerged in water.

“You’re just lucky my dad was out of town that weekend. Have you decided what you’re going to wear to the awards ceremony?”

She shoots her friend a strange look. “I thought I was wearing this?” she gestures to the unfinished silver gown currently making her feel like an absolute goddess.

Piper makes a face. “What do I look like, the fucking Flash? This isn’t going to be ready for another thirty hours, at least. I’ve got decals to add, Swarovskis to bead, not to mention all the hand-stitching on the neckline because for whatever reason my machine has decided to hate me this week.”

“Okay, well,” says Annabeth, appropriately cowed, “then I guess I’ll wear the black one you gave me.”

“2019 fall/winter?”

Annabeth nods.

“Styling?”

“Luke gave me this really nice scarf for my birthday.”

Throwing her head back, she groans.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“You’re so boring,” she moans, pulling Annabeth’s hair out of the way. “Let me guess, you’re going to pair it with the black shrug and opaque nude tights.”

“Well… yeah, I was.”

“Exactly! Boring.” Coming back around, she pushes Annabeth lightly into the light, before taking her place behind the camera. “You could do so much with that dress and you choose to make it boring. Why not some fishnets? Or a big statement necklace?”

Annabeth waits after a few shutter clicks to answer. “Because I doubt that the people at Eta Industries are going to be big fans of my tattoos.”

“That is a bald-faced lie and you know it,” Piper says. “Your tattoos and piercings are gorgeous and you would look absolutely rocking with them. Knock all the old farts right off their feet. Turn.”

Obediently, Annabeth rotates, letting Piper snap off as many pictures as she likes. “This isn’t a Vogue event, Pipes,” she says, rolling her eyes where her friend can’t see them. “Punk isn’t exactly accepted practice yet.”

“Punk was the Met Gala theme almost a decade ago, babe. It has filtered down from Vogue. It's practically cerulean now. Side.”

Annabeth turns again, keeping her eyes straight. Side-eye would ruin the shot, no matter how much she wants to give it.

“I will never understand why you both refuse to wear halfway decent jeans and then refuse to go guns out in my dresses that demand it. I can almost guarantee you that Leo will show up in those stupid suspenders with grease on his face. And you’ll have to get him to leave his tool belt in the car.”

“Then it’s probably for the best that I have a modicum of professionalism, huh?”

Piper leans out from behind the camera, glaring. “At the very least,” she hedges, “will you let me set you up with some shoes?”

“I don’t know…”

“You are not allowed to wear those horrid Manolo pumps you wear everywhere. And your nude Louboutins won’t look right with the black.”

“What did you have in mind?”

Piper’s grin is evil, and the way she scampers out of the room means she’s got something she’d been trying to force on Annabeth for a long time.

Five minutes later, Annabeth is presented with a set of black strappy sandals, its edges detailed in a gold zipper, with safety pin pull to match. She frowns. “Are you sure? They look kind of… hardcore for something like this.”

“They’re Versace,” Piper says. “I was not lying about punk’s democratization.”

Well. They are pretty cool.

“It’s either this or the McQueen boots. They have studs.”

Annabeth sighs, holding out her hand. Piper squeals, bouncing a little, wrapping her in a brief, but exuberant hug, kissing her cheek with a loud, wet, smack. “You’re the best!”

“I haven’t even done anything.”

“I am saving up favors to cash in. Now,” she releases Annabeth, retreating behind the camera. “If you’ve got some time, can I borrow your head? I’m working on a helmet and all my mannequins are busy.”

***

“Hey,” Percy begins. It is so late at night, the dawn is on the edge of breaking, and they are both exhausted from some particularly good sex. Which is saying something, because all their sex is particularly good. “You doing anything on the 18th?”

“Yeah,” She says, distractedly, snuggling down into his bed. The fact that she’s also snuggling into him is just a coincidence.

“Oh.”

“Why?”

“Nothing. Was going to invite you to a thing if you weren’t.” She nods her head against his shoulder and falls asleep in his arms, thinking absolutely nothing about it.

She continues to think nothing of it on the train to Philadelphia on the 18th, half-asleep and listening to Paramore to pass the time, blasting Misery Business on repeat as she changes in her hotel room.

The Eta Industries event is pretty much exactly what she expected: a lot of old rich white people milling about, sipping champagne and verbally circle jerking each other, the insipid strains of classical music spilling out of the ballroom as Annabeth steps up to claim her name tag. “Name?” asks the young, college-aged girl, skimming her printed guest list over the rim of her glasses.

“Annabeth Chase.”

She runs a long fingernail over the assorted collection of name tags, before settling on the correct one, handing it to Annabeth, her star tattoo on the inside of her wrist free and open to anyone who would care to look. “Here you are, Ms. Chase,” she says, smiling. “Have a wonderful night!”

Automatically, Annabeth goes to pin it on Luke’s scarf, before she remembers that something is already occupying that place--Percy’s Acropolis pin. She had taken to keeping it in her pocket these days, something of a good luck charm, and thought that it might… she doesn’t know, maybe send a subconscious signal to Percy that she’s thinking of him. Even though there is, quite literally, no way he could know, she hopes that maybe he can sense it, and that maybe he’s thinking about her, too.

Ugh. She snatches up a flute of champagne from a wandering waiter, eager to get that thought out of her head, making a beeline straight for the refreshments table. It’s there that Leo finds her, not five minutes later, munching on some chocolate covered strawberries.

“And here I thought you might ditch me entirely,” he says, even as he bumps her shoulder. True to form, he is absolutely, 100% dressed in those stupid suspenders, a smudge of grease behind his ear.

“You’ve got a…” Annabeth trails off, motioning behind her own ear.

“Huh? Oh!” He snatches up a napkin, rubbing discreetly. “Thanks.”

She squints. Something about him is distinctly different. “Are you taller?”

Kicking out a foot, he wiggles it, triumphant. “Platform shoes.”

“Seriously?”

“Hey, if they're good enough for Robert Downey Jr., then they’re good enough for me. After all, I am Ir--”

She groans, good-natured, taking another gulp of champagne. “If you quote Marvel in your speech, I’m leaving.”

“Fine by me, Your Highness, they’ll give me the award either way.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Valdez?” The same college girl from before sidles up to them, clipboard clutched in her hand. “They’re about to start.”

He claps his hands, rubbing them together. “Excellent. You coming?”

“I…” She casts her gaze to the makeshift stage they’ve constructed, eyeing the bright “Eta Industries” placard, the sharp angles shiny and alluring, the siren-song of recognition.

This is a big deal. There are photographers in the audience. In the write-ups and reviews, she would be listed as a co-winner of the award, a co-designer of the world’s safest house, a thought so happy she practically starts flying.

“I think I should stay out of the limelight for this one, Leo,” she says, politely. “This is your moment. I don’t want to ruin it.”

He frowns. “You sure?”

Were it not for the fact that people were watching, Annabeth would have leapt up onto that stage without a second thought, snatching up the trophy like she had just won the Oscar, holding it up like the goddamn Olympic torch. “What, you want a white woman stealing your glory?” she says instead, arching a brow.

“You get a pass this one time,” he quips, holding out his hand. “Don’t make me regret it.”

Whatever social grace she has left crumbles. She’s denied it enough--she wants to be up there. “Oh, fine. Since you insist,” she says, following clipboard-girl to the stage.

There’s a quick burst of feedback, then an elderly gentleman at the podium begins speaking into the mic. “Excuse me--sorry about that. Yes, yes, thank you all for coming tonight to the annual Eta Industries awards presentation ceremony. It is always such a pleasure to come together with our hard-working and generous board members and shareholders to honor the best and brightest upcoming talent in engineering.”

Internally, she rolls her eyes. Rich people.

“It is my pleasure, however, to introduce the young man who is the recipient of this year’s Millennium Prize for innovation and safety. One of MIT’s youngest and most decorated graduates, he was a recipient of the Mead Prize for Students, the Friedman Young Engineer Award, and the Collingwood Prize, among several others. His master’s thesis, ‘Towards the Design and Implementation of Autonomous Safety Measures in Commercial Kitchens,’ formed the basis of the project which we recognize tonight, the so-called ‘SmartSafe House,’ reflects the pioneering spirit and outstanding creative vision of not only Eta Industries, but also the field of engineering as a whole. Please join me in congratulating this year’s Millennium Prize recipient, Leo Valdez.”

From the sidelines, she claps enthusiastically with the rest of the crowd as her friend takes the stage, shakes hands with the Vice President of Eta Industries, and accepts the award, a blue, blocky triangle which almost seems to glow in the light of the ballroom. “Thank you, Mr. Helms. This is--this is a really big honor.”

She can see him shaking a bit, taking a quick drink from his water glass. Public speaking was never really his strong suit.

“As--as a lot of you probably know, this project is very near and dear to my heart. Growing up in Houston with my mother, a car mechanic, I was eight years old when her beloved shop went up in flames, like that.” He snaps his fingers, his other hand pressed to the podium where no one can see, joints white with pressure. Annabeth is proud of him--he hasn’t been able to speak this candidly about it in years. She knows firsthand how much his mother’s near-death haunts him still. “Thankfully, we were able to rebuild, and my mother went on to bigger and better things--including a shop with cleaner vents. But I can definitely pinpoint that moment as the day I knew I wanted to make the world a safer place, for my mom, if not for everyone else.”

She remembers, so clearly, that snowy night in the dorms at Miss Minerva’s. The power had gone out, and Leo had made them an illicit campfire out of their trash bin and Annabeth’s failed English exam. Cold and miserable and with dying phones, they passed the time instead telling scary stories and funny memories, until the conversation had gotten suddenly, intensely real.

“But I would be remiss,” he goes on, cheerful, “if I didn’t acknowledge my friend and collaborator, without whose work I wouldn’t be here today: Annabeth Chase,” he waves to his side, indicating her. The whole crowd, as one, turns their gazes on her. She straightens up, imperceptibly, hoping she doesn’t look too haughty or anything. “I’ve never been very good with people. My mama says I’m just like my dad that way. Give me a car, or a computer, or pages of multiplication tables, and I’m golden. But people?” He blows out a breath, and the crowd chuckles, naturally. “Now, if it had been left up to me, the SmartSafe House would have been a top of the line, cutting-edge metal box, efficient to a fault, but completely unlivable. Thank God I had Annabeth on my team to remind me what the project was really about: a home that families could feel safe in, so that what happened to me and my mom might never happen to anyone else.” He hoists his award above his head, leaning into the mic. “Ma, este es para ti. Thank you all.”

Stepping down from the stage, they reenter the crowd, ready to receive adoration. In another life, she might have been embarrassed by such praise. Here and now, however, she takes each handshake and word of congratulations like a starving man in a desert who just came across an oasis, hungry and greedy.

Hey, it’s her night, too.

After what feels like a whole-ass sixty minutes of shaking old people's hands and polite nodding, though, she is in desperate need of a break. Escaping the throng of mingling bodies, she darts into a dark corner of the ballroom, leaning against the back of a rounded stone column, just barely out of sight of the party.

Rubbing her hands over her face, she sighs, just short of a scream. Blowing out all her air, she lets the faint music and fake laughs melt into each other, becoming white noise, a blank canvas, empty of concrete thoughts and feelings.

Then, her ear picks up a strand of conversation.

“...announcing tomorrow that the CEO of Pallas Inc. is choosing a successor,” a woman says, the sneer in her voice almost visible. “About time.”

“I thought she already picked a successor,” says the woman’s conversation partner, a man with the kind of cookie-cutter cadence that she heard every time she took a business major to bed. “Pallas is a family business, isn’t it?”

“You haven’t heard?” Annabeth can almost picture it, the furtive glance around the room, the woman placing her hand on her partner’s arm, leaning in to share a juicy secret. “Supposedly she was grooming her daughter for the role, before she went in for rehab.”

“Rehab? Really?”

“What else could it be?” says the woman. “She’s disappeared off the face of the earth, and her mother refuses to talk about her. Let’s be honest, if she were dead, she would have raised a bigger stink about it.”

Annabeth closes her eyes, sucking air in through her teeth. That… wasn’t totally untrue.

But the woman doesn’t stop. “It’s always the same story,” she scoffs. “You throw countless hours of schooling and millions of dollars into girls like her, and what do they do? Turn around and blow it all on drugs and partying. Honestly, she should be grateful her mother is even bothering with her rehab at all. Hasn’t she wasted enough of the family’s money already?”

Blood roars in her ears, drowning out the fancy party. Sharp points dig into her palm, pinpricks of pain, before she realizes that they’re her own fingernails.

The lady has got it all wrong. Her mom couldn’t even be bothered with that.

Luke’s scarf, the shrug, it’s choking her, suffocating and constricting. Percy’s pin feels heavy on her chest.

Blinders on, she would have sprinted for the exit were it not for the Piper’s stupid Versace heels, reduced instead to a teetering, tottering wreck, like a baby colt running from a predator. The night is hot and humid, heavy with the threat of rain, and Annabeth can barely breathe, dark spots in her eyes, until she ducks into a nearby Target, the frigid blast of air a welcome distraction.

Almost in a daze, she watches herself pick up a few things--clippers, an electric razor, beef jerky, a blue Gatorade she considers for a moment before putting it back, choosing a lemonade instead--practically throwing them at the poor cashier who begins checking her out, mechanically. He doesn’t spare her a single glance for her odd assortment of items. He doesn’t even look at her at all.

The walk to her hotel room disappears in the blink of an eye. Blink--she breezes past the check-in counter, slipping into the empty elevator. Blink--she kicks off her heels in her room, nearly hitting the wall mirror, leaving a scuff mark on the white plaster. Blink--she’s down to her underwear and tights in the bathroom, shaving the right side of her curls clean off. She’d gotten them professionally done for the night, perfect spirals held together by expensive products. And now she wants them gone.

She pauses and breathes too hard, looking at herself in the mirror. Her mother didn’t like that she was blonde. Maybe because of dumb blonde stereotypes, maybe just because it reminded Athena too much of her failed romance with Annabeth’s dad. And that thought stays her hand from getting rid of the rest of them.

That, and maybe the idea of Percy, of some broke dancer, tangling his fingers in it as they lie together.

Fuck her mother, and the fucking stories she tells.

She likes it. She likes her blonde hair and her fresh undercut.

She can get Thalia to touch this up later, maybe. Now, though, she needs this.

It doesn’t look perfect. The left side of hair is too long, her gold laurel earrings too fancy for a homegrown haircut like this, her makeup too pristine. Shoving her hand under the running water, she rubs at her eyes, mascara and eyeliner smearing until they’ve reached something much more respectable for the failure that she really is.

She misses her industrial. And her eyebrow rings. And the tongue piercing. But this will have to do for now.

Breathing heavily, eyes hot, she doesn’t register her phone blinking, signaling an unread text message.

It’s from Thalia. surprised you weren’t at kelp heads bday party, it reads. was pretty boring. Kno he missed you

#backstory backstory backstoryyyyyyy #my fic #percabeth #pjo #the rivalry ends here #darkmagyk #perseannabeth #ballet au

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Boom

Jason ‘J.D.’ Dean x Reader

Words: 1819

Part One

Summary: Preparing to run away together, J.D. and the reader hit a problem in their plan. J.D.’s father. Things take a turn and J.D. has to decide if this new feeling of love is real enough to die for.

Notes: I know I took forever to write this and I’m sorry! I’m ashamed of how much I love J.D. but here we are. Same as the first part. This has been sooooo much fun to write and I hope that you guys like it! (Again, if you’re at all uncomfortable just skip this)

Warnings: Murder (duh), sex (not smut, but definitly more than I’ve ever done before), language, same as the first part

More 80s/90s: HERE

The backseat of your mother’s car was not ideal for this kind of celebration, but you couldn’t wait to get back to the house, so you found a spot in the forest to pull over. J.D.’s face was buried in your neck and your fingers were tangled up in his black hair. He was in a particularly good mood.

The cops fell for it. Both murders were covered up perfectly. Tommy’s was ruled a suicide and he would forever be remembered as the school pervert. Nobody was surprised by your mother’s death and it was quickly written off as an overdose. The only thing left was to pack. The two of you were getting out of this fucking little town and you were never looking back.

Pressed together like this, you knew that you didn’t give a shit what happened if it wasn’t with him. Looking into your eyes, J.D. reached a similar conclusion. You were what he wanted. He couldn’t remember the last time he wanted something.

“Where do you think we’ll go?” You asked, situating yourself on top of his chest. He shrugged.

“Anywhere.”

You settled into a comfortable silence, his fingers lightly drumming on the small of your back. This was actually happening. For the first time in your life you didn’t feel trapped. You could do whatever the hell you wanted. You had gotten away with two murders for fuck’s sake. You were invincible.

J.D. felt different. Hell, he was feeling, which was a different sensation on its own. He fell back onto his bed with a grin on his face. It wasn’t that someone had broken through the ice. It was more like he had found someone drowning underneath the frost just like him.

“Hey dad, how was your day?” His dad asked sarcastically, popping his head in the doorway. J.D. didn’t even look up and his dad didn’t stay long enough for a response. It was more of a routine than actual affection. In just a few hours, it wouldn’t matter anyway. His dad could blow himself up for all he cared. He would be long gone.

He eventually figured that he needed to start packing. He shoved his motorcycle keys in his pockets with a sigh. He’d have to sell it. The two of you would be taking your mom’s old car so you’d have somewhere to sleep, so his motorcycle would have to go.

“The things I do for love.” He snarked to himself. When he opened his drawers, he found them all empty. “What the hell?” All of them were empty, his clothes were nowhere to be found. He stepped into the hall and saw the pair of suitcases at the bottom of the stairs.

“I packed everything up for you while you were gone.” His dad walked by them, looking up the stairs at him. J.D. shrugged.

“Convenient, but why?”

“We’re finally moving out of this shit hole town. On to sunny Florida!” He had that smile on his face that he usually used to appeal to businessmen and other corrupt assholes. J.D. just laughed.

“Well isn’t that just perfect timing?” He bounded down the steps with his chaotic grin plastered on his face. “Looks like we are finally parting ways, son.” His dad faltered.

“What?”

“Goodbye, adios, adieu.” J.D. grabbed his suitcase and started back up towards his room. “Soon, I will be out of your hair forever. You can go on with your life of bombs and demolition and I will go on with my own kind of destruction.” He pat his dad on the head, ruffling his hair like a normal father would his normal son.

“Jason, you can’t just leave.” Bud’s smile strained. “We’re a team, you and I.” J.D. stopped suddenly and laughed.

“Team? Sorry dad, but the only thing we even know about each other is our love of all things explosive.”

“This is about that girl, isn’t it? The slutty one you’ve been fucking around with since we moved here.” He shook his head, chuckling deeply. “You’ll get bored with her soon enough, so don’t bother.” J.D. just smirked smugly.

“Thanks for the advice there, pops, but I think I can handle my slutty girlfriend all on my own.” He started to close his bedroom door, but his dad put his foot in the way.

“You don’t get to leave like she did, boy.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m not making that mistake again, J.D.” A creepy, maniacal smile spread across Bud’s face. Fuck, I thought I was the only psycho in the family. “Just stay here and I’ll do what I do best.” He moved his foot and slammed the door shut. J.D. heard something scratching and scraping on the other side and quickly tried to get out.

“You locked me in here with a chair? Seriously!” He screamed through the wood. No response. “Motherfucker.” He paced back and forth plotting a very bloody demise for dear old dad when he heard the squealing of tires outside his window. “Where the hell is he going?”

Wherever it was, J.D. wasn’t going to be kept out of it. He tried kicking down the door, but that didn’t work. The only way out of the room was the window, but there was nothing to climb down and he was on the second floor. J.D. unlocked the latch and lifted up the window pane, looking out to see just how far of a drop it was. He’d live.

Without hesitation, he jumped.

“Fuck!” He shouted, pain shooting up his leg from his ankle. He fell to the ground, but was able to get himself on his feet. His foot hurt like a bitch, but he could bare it enough to walk to his motorcycle.

He was at your house in less than ten minutes, breaking every traffic rule in the book. He didn’t care, he just wanted to get out. Limping his way up the sidewalk, he found that your front door was already open.

“Time to go, Y/N. Grab your stuff and let’s get out of here!” He shouted, but the house was empty. Just the strong stench of death and booze that your mother had left behind. Mother. He remembered his dad’s comment and felt a chill. Do what he does best. “Oh shit.” He took off again, heading for his father’s next destruction sight before you became part of it.

You spat, hitting him in the eye as he finished cuffing you to the old hospital bed frame. Bud grabbed you by the hair and slammed your head into one of the metal bars. You didn’t give him the satisfaction of crying. Instead you just glared at him through squinted eyes.

“He’s going to come get me.” You smirked, trying to get the blurriness in your version to clear. “J.D. is going to tear you apart you sick bastard.”

“You can call me all the names in the book, kid, but my son is coming with me.” He tightened the cuff so that it dug sharply into the skin of your wrist.

“When did you become the ‘world’s best dad’?” You scoffed.

“Do you know how much more lenient a judge can be when I’ve got a poor, disturbed teenage boy who depends on me for a living?”

“So he’s just a legal bargaining chip for you? How sweet.” You pulled against your restraints until the metal broke skin. Blood oozed from your wrist and Bud laughed.

“Really, Jason couldn’t have picked a better girl for the job. You’re the most disposable person in this town. No family, no friends, no one to report you missing.” He strapped the main bomb to the other end of the bed and started the timer. “And there will be nothing left of you once this does it’s job.”

“Go to hell.”

“Lady’s first.”

You stared at him, wandering if he was the last person you’d ever see. God, that’d be the real tragedy here. You looked at the timer on the bomb. Less than three minutes. Bud noticed you looking and chuckled.

“I wouldn’t get any ideas. If that one doesn’t go off, there are three more upstairs.” He pointed to the ceiling and then made the motion of it caving in with his hands.

“You’re enjoying this to a creepy level, Mr. Dean.” You snarked. If you could piss him off, maybe he wouldn’t get out in time. At least then you’d take him out with you. “What, does blowing up 18-year-old girls get you off or something? Is that why your wife killed herself?” He tensed and balled his hand into a fist.

“You think you’re really cute, don’t you, you little bitch?”

“No, but your son does.” You smiled sarcastically. Bud just rolled his eyes and turned to leave, meeting the barrel of a gun.

“Hey there, son.” J.D. growled. Bud held up his hands.

“Jason, I can-” The gunshot ripped through the small space, making your ears ring. As his dad’s body slumped to the floor, J.D. shrugged.

“Sorry, tiger, I’m not in the mood for a monologue.” He knelt in front of you, eyes darting to the timer on the other side.

“Jason Dean, knight in shining black trenchcoat.” You laughed, pulling again at the handcuffs. He moved over to his dad’s body, searching his pockets but coming back empty handed.

“Shit.” He muttered under his breath.

“What is it?”

“No key.” J.D. ran his fingers through his hair, switching his attention to disabling the bomb. Your face fell as the realization hit you.

“It’s no use. There are more upstairs that are going to go off even if this one doesn’t.” You slumped against the bed frame. His greenish gold eyes looked back at you and for a second you though you saw a hint of panic. You really did love him. “You should go.”

“What?”

“Get out of here, J.D. You don’t have much time.” You tried to keep calm, but your body was betraying you. Your arms were shaking and your face felt hot. You weren’t scared to die, but you were scared to die alone.

“You really think I’m just going to leave you here?” J.D. shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed frame. “Hate to break it to you, but you’re stuck with me now. Afterlife and all.”

“J.D…” You sighed. He silenced you with a hungry kiss.

“What did I say after we killed that douchebag ex of yours?” He pulled you closer, snaking an arm around your back. Your lips pulled up into a smile.

“Our love is God.”

“Our love is God.” He repeated, his eyes sparkling. This time, you pulled him in for the kiss and you stayed pressed together until-

Boom.

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