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broijuswannareadsmut · 2 years

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Amor Manchado: (1) Shinichiro Sano x Fem Hispanic Reader

Summary: You and Shinchiro met in hs and have always had an on and off liking towards each other despite being close friends and sharing many moments together. You're now in your twenties and are still trying to navigate your life with him.

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wc: 2189

Your Abuelita had always had a knack in making even a grain of rice something magnificent. So naturally she would start an empire of restaurants in her home country. She would later on go international. Although you moved to North America when you were 6 and had already grown fluently bilingual your parents thought it would be a good opportunity for you to finish the last 3 yrs in high school in Tokyo then go to university there. You didn't like the idea of leaving all your friends or having to learn a new language, but you being 14 didn't give you much room to argue with your hispanic ass parents.

In less than 6 months you were already enrolled in the Shibuya Junior & Senior High School, you and your grandmother lived in a condo with her restaurant below you two, she said that for after school you'd work in the restaurant, you wouldn't have THAT much of a problem with it if you had gotten paid like a regular minimum wage worker, but your grandmother said "Ya te estoy dando donde quedarte, para comer, y para dormir, eso es tu puto meeneemum wage". Her words not yours.

School was sort of difficult the first few months, but you soon picked up on the Japanese language to then communicate with your peers and make some friends. You were given a few strange looks here and there from students at school only because your features weren't exactly the norm. With your dark brown (h/l) hair, tan light skinned skin, and a fat fucking ass. Your friend group as some would call it was the "popular" pretty girls. It consisted of 3 other girls, Akane (a girl who was envied by many girls in all grades, chased after by both boys and girls, and she was just as intelligent to go along with her nurturing personality), Kaiya (a girl who really just wanted to fuck around and do anything to keep her out of her house), and Nagisa (the DUFF of the group tbh...). Your grades were exceptional, you knew you had to give it x10 the amount of effort than other students considering that many of your sensei's thought you were lazy since you were an English speaking foreigner.

It was a Friday and you were excited about what was happening tomorrow. A party was being thrown at a gang's trap house and it was open invitation, although Kaiya knew some of the members of said gang so they had more leverage in having a better time. You were staying over at Nagisa's house, your Abuelita obviously wouldn't let you go out to a party that would begin at 9 and end till the early dawn, she'd kill you, since she knows what kinda shit goes down at those parties. Therefore you lied and played it off as a sleepover/study night, she believed you, she still thinks you're this perfect child.

"Alright, imma catch you guys tomorrow, I have work in like 25 minutes and my Abuelita finna be on my ass if I'm not there in 15." You announced unironically to your group of friends. "_____ we still have a hour left in the school day." Akane said worriedly not wanting you to jeopardize your school rep. "Haha don't worry Kane it's just an hour left and either way I don't wanna be here any longer, this fucking lesson will make me wanna kill myself soon if I don't leave in 5 seconds."

You stuck to your word because you immediately told your teacher that you had to go to the bathroom, he let you go no problem. You dashed out of that classroom and went down the halls to get to your locker, grabbing your sweater, backpack, and swiftly locking the lock. You had to get to the area where everyone would leave their outdoor shoes at the front of the school. As you were slipping on your red Chuck Taylor High Tops, you checked the clock and realized you had 10 minutes to get to the restaurant.

"Fuck..." You muttered under your breath while finishing tying up your other shoe.

Thankfully the bus that takes you home was just pulling up at the stop. You rushed over to it and just went in and gave a smile to the busdriver who already knew your face by heart so didn't even bother asking for a fee.

You got off the bus and ran the 2 blocks from your condo/business. You bursted through the restaurant store huffing in some air and pecking your Abuelita who was looking at you with a bitchy confused ass look. "Olle porque estas corriendo como loca por el restaurante?" She asked loudly while you went into the back to grab your work uniform and change into it. "Perdoname Abuelita but you said I had to be here at 4 and I had to rush to get here on time." You yelled behind the door whilst slipping on the colorful shirt of your home country's flag. "Tan boba usted. Y por esto perdiste una hora del colegio." She scoffed. "Pues Abuela ya estoy aca, and anyways it's okay you'll need the extra help cause kids are always wandering into the restaurant around this hour to catch some food." You explained once you came out of the room. She simply rolled her eyes (a sign to show that she knew you were right but would never admit to it), she went back to the kitchen areas to ready the specialties of the day. You were ensuring that all the tables and decor were ready and sanitary for any customers.

One of your grandmother's employees walk through the door to clock in for their shift. "Hi _____ how's your day goin?" He asked while giving you a friendly smile.

"Hi Benjiro I'm fine how about you?" You asked just for the sake of being polite, tbh you never really liked Benjiro considering that he was usually lacking when working, the only reason Abuelita kept him around was because he was fine with being paid $4.32 less than that of other workers in the restaurant. He gave you a thumbs up and turned to say hi to his boss.

Half an hour into your shift many regulars had come in and it was going fine with you and Benjiro splitting the workload.

As you were finishing up tallying up the bill for another customer, 3 boys who looked like they were around your age walked in, they were obviously new and they looked curious about this place as though they were mesmerized by how vibrant the outside of the restaurant looked.

One of the boys had cornrows and a beautiful dark mocha complexion, mf looked 6'4 kinda intimidating, the other boy was the typical definition of pretty boy, lazy hazy eyes, a lazy grin with a piece of straw hanging from his lips, and a pretty long earring on his left lobe, the last boy immediately made you stop for a second of what you were doing, he had ruffled messy jet black hair, black eyes, and a silver chain exposed on his collarbone because of his unbuttoned button down. Actually you noticed that all 3 boys were in a sort of beat up shape, as though they'd been in a few fights just a few hours ago.

a/n: This is reference photo

You quickly finished saying your goodbyes to the people you were just attending before you quickly went to seat the boys.

"Hi guys! I'm _____ I'll be your server for today, here let me properly seat you." You said in your waitress voice. The boys all smiled at you and followed you to the booth fit for 4 people.

"Okay so as you may or may not know this is an ethnic (h/c/n) restaurant, so if you're unfamiliar with our food we have list of of specialties for the day we'd be happy to serve to you" You explained to the boys in a cheerful manner.

The boy with the lazy grin spoke up, "ok sure what do you guys have for the specials?"

"We have ajiaco which is a pretty basic soup with shredded chicken, chickpeas, a corn cob, heavy cream, and other seasonings, it's served alongside a serving of white rice and avocado. We also have empanadas that it like say a pizza pop but better, and it is filled with, pork,chicken,or beef, as a salsa you can use our homemade aji which is jus a tad spicy. Last thing we have is arepa rellena which is a cornbread filled with melted cheese inside." You over explained.

"Yeah I'll get an ajii-a-co." Spoke up the cornrows boy with a funny pronunciation.

"I'll get 2 pork and 3 empanadas please and thank you pretty." The lazy eyed boy said to you with a lazy smirk. You slightly stiffen and blush at the sudden pet name from the boy but quickly brush it off and take the last boy's order. "And for you sir?" You looked at the boy with jet black hair and held eye contact with him. "O-oh, um, I think I'll get that last thing you said." He stuttered as he looked away from your nonchalant gaze, a light hue of red blessing the tips of his ears.

"Arepa rellena, got it." You smile at them all and turn on your heel to ring up their orders. As you turn you hear them snicker.

20 minutes later and all the boys have begun to eat. "Hi boys are you guys enjoying your food?" "Hahaha thanks for asking, yes it's great I never knew there was such a good restaurant around this area." The cornrows boy said while stuffing his face with the ajiaco. The other two boys nod along with him.

"My name is Wakasa by the way." The blond boy said while gulping down the rest of his empanada.

You smiled awkwardly at him with your hands fiddling behind your back, not knowing what to do with that information. "Oh yeah and I'm Arashi." The boy with cornrows said while scooping some rice and putting it into the soup. Both the boys then looked at the lanky silver chained boy, who at first glance looked like he was full of the arepa after 4 bites.

He realized you were all staring at him, specifically you. He drily gulped down the piece he was chewing and started lightly coughing. He drank some of his lulo juice, and took a deep breath. In all honesty you found it amusing how nervous and clumsy he was compared to his intimidating and confident friends. "Um, I- I'm Shinichiro." He smiled softly without looking your way that familiar hue of red returning to his face.

"It's nice to meet you guys, and I'm glad you guys like the food, it's all thanks to my Abuelita." You confessed.

"I'm glad that we got a server as gorgeous as you, what school do you go to by the way?" Wakasa stated.

You giggled at the comment and quickly responded. "The one in Shibuya you know."

"Yo we go to that school too, we're in grade 11." Arashi chimed in already having been finished his soup long ago.

"Oh that makes sense, I've never seen you guys around, I'm in grade 10." You inquired.

At this point all but Shinichiro have finished their food and were just making conversation with you.

"Can I get your number?" Wakasa asked.

You were a little surprised at the sudden question. "Oh, um sure I guess." You fished the notepad from your apron pocket and scribbled down your cell number. You handed it to the blond.

"Thank you pretty." He grinned at you.

"We should get going guys. Um _____ can we get the bill please?" Shinichiro shyly asked.

"Oh I'm sorry for keeping you guys waiting! Yes of course." You apologized while running quickly to the counter to bring the machine.

"Sheesh Sano why're you in such a hurry." Wakasa scoffed.

"Okay guys so your total comes to 5444.04 Yen." You said.

They all split the bill 3 ways.

"Thank you guys for coming here to eat, it was nice meeting you all." You said genuinely.

"Bye _____ I hope we can see each other soon again." Wakasa said while Arashi was waving goodbye to you and Shinichiro was already out of the restaurant.

As you were cleaning up their table you realized that under Shinichiro's plate there was 3000 yen with a small note attached to it "You're really beautiful, I hope the tip is enough :) - Shin." You were surprised at the large tip but then smiled like a lovesick puppy at the note. Maybe you would meet those mysterious boys again...

#tokyorev x reader #shinichiro sano #shinichiro #shinichiro fluff #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo revengers fluf #tokyo revengers angst #fem reader #tokrev wakasa #benkei #shinichiro x reader #hispanic #latina

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atlafan · 3 years

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Juvenile and Family Law, is it something that a kid dreams of practicing? No, not really. Is that where the big bucks are if you’re not interested in taxes and wills? Yes, it is. College is expensive, and so is law school; gotta pay it off somehow. It takes a while to build your clientele, a lot of it is word of mouth. You work your way up, and slowly but surely, build a good reputation for yourself. And if you’re lucky, you’ll make partner.

Harry Styles is good at his job, and is on the brink of making partner at his firm. Gallagher, Hilson & Associates Family Law is a great place to work. Isaiah Gallagher and Maria Hilson are two incredible lawyers, and the other associates Harry works with aren’t too bad either. He doesn’t always love working nearly sixty hours a week, and some of the cases he handles have caused him to see the bottom of one too many bottles, but other than that, he’s happy.

Family Law means working all kinds of cases. Custody, spousal support, paternity, and divorce. All of those cases are messy, rarely are they clean cut. Harry happens to specialize in divorce, which in turn can lead to all of the other things listed above. What’s worse is that a lot of his clients will often flirt with him, so he’s started to wear a fake wedding band to ward off any and all inappropriate behavior. It doesn’t happen every time, but it was often enough that he decided to find a way to just avoid the unwanted attention.

Due to how many hours he works a week, Harry’s social life is a little lackluster. By the time he gets home work, all he wants to do is kick his shoes off, plop down on the couch with some greasy Chinese food, and catch up on some television. He lives in a nice enough building in the city. His apartment has one bedroom, and one and half baths. On Friday nights, he’ll go out with some of the other associates for a drink, so he gets a bitof social time in. He’s not lonely, he actually quite enjoys the quiet and solitude. He’s got a cat, Gerry, short for Geraldine that he takes care of. He has what he needs, and he’s perfectly content.

Whenever he dates, people always want to talk about his work. The last thing Harry wants to talk about after a long day at work, is more work. So, he sticks to meaningless hookups, and his own hand, when he needs that type of release.

He doesn’t have too much to complain about. He’s thirty, and massively successful. Some of his friends still live at home while working retail jobs, not that he’s judging. He was twenty-six when he moved out, and he’s grateful his parents let him stay rent free so he could save up for his own place. He doesn’t like to compare himself to others, but it makes him feel good to know he’s all set. He works hard, yes, but it’s all worth it.

With how quiet his personal life is, it’s hard to imagine Harry being a shark in the courtroom, but he is. He’s a master in the art of persuasion and rhetoric. Having been a communication major in his undergrad career, and all. He knows how to read a room, and how to read people. The jury is just an audience waiting to watch a live performance. His theater minor also comes in handy here. Being a lawyer is an act, a role he plays. He knows how to play the part when it’s in a large courtroom, or when it’s just a small meeting in a conference room to divide up assets. It’s not always easy, but he makes it look that way. Harry typically wins most of his cases, and when it’s something small, he’s usually able to get his client the majority of what they asked for. Every customer leaves happy.

These skills can’t all be taught and learned. Some people are born with natural talent, skills they learn to hone in on and perfect. It’s a craft that Harry has worked on for years. Again, he’s only thirty, but because he has such precision and talent, it makes him the hot commodity. The office is constantly getting calls for him. It’s why they want him to become the next partner. Having his name on the plaque as you enter would surely put people at ease. Isaiah and Maria saw potential in Harry from the beginning, and they feel lucky that he’s one of their associates.

There other very qualified associates as well, like Niall – who specializes in custody cases – he’s well on his way up. There’s Candice – who specializes in prenuptial agreements – she got into the lawyer game a little later in life, but she’s as sharp as a whip, and shouldn’t be underestimated. And lastly, there’s Byron – who specializes in paternity cases – he thinks he’s going to be the next partner because he’s a bit full of himself.

Harry and Niall are the closest in age, so they hang out more often. They both really like baseball, and will go to a game or two during the season. Candice is the surrogate mother figure. She has no children of her own, she’s the fun aunt to her nieces and nephews, but she feels oddly maternal towards Harry and Niall. The boys often call her “Ma”, instead of her actual name, and she loves it. She looks out for them, and there when they need someone to listen. She’s fifty-seven, and enjoys baking in her free time. She often brings the boys homemade muffins on Monday mornings, and they adore her for it.

Byron…well…Byron is a forty-year-old womanizer who totally clashes with Harry. Does Harry have one-night stands? Yes. Does he ever lie to his partners? No. Byron enjoys playing the game in all facets, and Harry never takes part in it. Needless to say, Harry hates when he has to partner with him on a case, and avoids it when he can.

Isaiah and Maria each have their own executive assistant, or para: Michele and Kyla. They’re both in their late twenties, and rocking it. Harry only interacts with them over email. He, Candice, Niall, and Byron all share the same administrator: Ronnie. Ronnie is twenty-six, friendly, and organized. She doesn’t have time to help everyone on their briefs, but that’s what interns are for, and there’s an abundance of them circling throughout the office.

Harry has a nice office. Plenty of natural light from the windows, he has a desk riser so he can stand up periodically, and he even has his own mini fridge. (He’s often paranoid about people taking his Bubbly, so he just brought in his own fridge.) He’s got a decent enough view of the city; he likes it best at night when the twinkling lights come through. It reminds him of how lucky he is to be where he is in life. He knows he’s more fortunate than others, so he tries to be grateful. He gives back when he’s able, donate to different scholarship funds and whatnot.

Harry is a good man.

On a particularly cloudy morning, Ronnie lets Harry know his 10AM consult has arrived. He didn’t know much about his new potential client, but he was always willing to hear someone out. He stands up from his desk, and waits for the woman to enter.

In walks a young woman wearing an expensive, red pantsuit, black heels, and a dark red lipstick. She gives a soft smile to Ronnie before she closes the door. Harry walks over to her, extending his hand.

“Hi, I’m Harry.”

“Mira.” She shakes his hand.

“Please, have a seat.” He gestures to the two seats on the other side of his desk and they both sit. “What brings you to my office today?”

“I heard you’re a pretty good divorce lawyer, and I need a divorce.”

“Is your spouse aware that you’re seeking counsel?”

“No.” She shakes her head and swallows. “I…I’d be putting myself in danger if he knew I wanted to leave him.”

“What kind of danger? If he’s physically abusive, then you need to- “

“He doesn’t put his hands on me like that. It’s…I don’t love him, and I never have. I was essentially…I was sold to him; it was an arranged marriage. I thought maybe I could learn to like him, to love him, but it’s been three years, and I can’t stand him. I need legal help.”

“What do you mean you were sold to him? Were you a child bride? Were you sex trafficked?”

“No.” She chews on her bottom lip. “He made a deal with my father. Thomas got me in exchange for…something. I can’t get into what exactly with you just yet.”

“Does he think you’re happy?”

“Yes.” She nods. “Well, for the most part. I do my thing, and he does his. His job keeps him pretty busy, and I often pretend to be asleep when he gets home. He doesn’t satisfy my needs, so to speak, and I’ve given up on trying. I want to be freed from him.” She pulls out a packet of paper from her purse, and gives it to Harry. “That’s a copy of the contract he and my father signed when they made the deal. I’m not great with legal jargon. I thought maybe if you decide to take me on you could look that over and tell me if there’s any way, I can get out of this.”

“Are you over eighteen?”

“Yes, well over.”

“And were you over eighteen when you were married?”

“Yes.”

“Then how could your father barter you?”

“Where I come from…it can just be like that. The goods we get in exchange for my hand outweighed my happiness.”

“I’m so sorry.” Harry frowns. “My services aren’t exactly cheap.”

“I wouldn’t expect them to be. I can pay top dollar, if that’s what you require. I have money of my own.”

“Alright.” Harry sets the packet of papers onto his desk. “I’ll take a look at that soon, and give you a call.”

“Does that mean you’re taking me on?”

“I hate to see such a nice person be so unhappy.” Harry frowns. “I got into this business to help people, so I’ll help you, Mira.”

“Oh, thank you so much.” She smiles. “There are going to be some things in that contract that may shock you, so please don’t hesitate to call me directly with your questions.” She takes out a business card from her purse. “There’s all of my contact information. If anyone other than myself contacts you regarding all of this, don’t say a word.”

“Don’t worry, I’m good at keeping things confidential.”

“I heard you’re a very trustworthy attorney.” She nods, and stands to her feet. Harry does the same. “Thank you for taking the time to listen.” She extends her hand, and he takes it to shake.

“Of course, it’s what I’m here for.” He smiles and opens the door. He watches her leave, maybe for a little too long.

[DARK SIDED, COMING TO PATREON ON SATURDAY, OCTOBER 2ND @ 8AM EST] [Ask]

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jaehyunhour · 4 years

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sacred heart | mark lee

genre + idol → slow burn, angst, smut, college au, college!mark (x fem!reader), ft. slight johnny x reader

word count → 5.1k

warnings → mentions of sex, explicit language, alcohol consumption, college party, blasphemy, oral (m/receiving), unprotected sex (always wear a condom pls guys), sex in a church.

summary → mark lee is warm ocean water and you are unrelenting cold air — together you are a hurricane.

“What’s a pretty young thing like you doing inside Sacred Heart this late on a Friday night?”

“Father Fitz hid a spare key in the birdhouse outside for me in case I ever felt like being with Christ.”

“You’re so holy, Mark.”

a/n → i’m trying a new style/format for my fics hehe, normally my fics are written in all lower case but this one is actually capitalized properly so~~ let me know if it makes any difference. also this fic is purely an act of self-indulgence because i go to a jesuit institution and think a lot about going to my college campus’s church with mark.

Mark lets out a frustrated sigh as he pulls his keys out from his pocket. It’s been a long day — he had a sociology midterm in the morning, left his meal card in his room so he couldn’t get cafeteria lunch, and broke a glass beaker in his Chemistry lab. All he wants to do is get back into his room, have a bowl of instant ramen, get into bed and sleep early. But as soon as the door swings open and he looks inside, he’s met with your beautiful yoga short clad ass laying in Johnny’s bed. His dick twitches in his pants at the sight and he lets out a sigh. You turn over to lay on your back, making eye contact with Mark as he stands stunned at the door.

To many, Mark Lee is just your typical Christ-loving Chemistry major Mama’s Boy. He has no real enemies, treating everyone as his equal and giving them the respect they deserve. He chose to attend a Jesuit institution despite his Christian upbringing because he wanted to “see another side of our Savior.” He is so painfully average to most, but to you he is everything. He is the most passionate, intelligent, and hard-working person you have ever met. His love for Christ shines in all of his relationships, he is kind and caring and thoughtful. He makes your heart skip a beat and your pussy clench.

You give Mark a smile as he takes in your entire figure — your cheeks are flushed pink, hickies littering your neck and your hair is a mess. You still haven’t come down from your post-sex high and Mark can tell.

“Mark! You’re here!” You say excitedly, jumping up off the bed to pull him into a hug. He doesn’t reciprocate, his hands staying still at his sides as you pull back, pushing his hair out of his face and fixing his glasses for him.

“You didn’t come to lab today,” Mark mumbles, pushing you off him as he heads over to his desk. The bedroom door slams behind him, making you jump, as you watch Mark grumpily dump his things out on his desk before slipping into bed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I was going to come I swear, but I came over to get something from Johnny and then… I forgot,” you pause for a moment. “Do you have the lab?”

“Yeah, it’s in my notebook, I can send you pictures tomorrow. Where’s Johnny?”

“He went to go get food. I saw you left your meal card and I didn’t want you to eat ramen for dinner, so I had him go get fried chicken for us.” you sit on the edge of Mark’s bed, your hand reaching out to play with his hair. He relaxes into your touch and lets out a content sigh. Mark knows this is so wrong — you’re sleeping with his roommate, he’s heard you guys before, but he can’t help the overwhelming warmth that overtakes his body when you act like this with him. You care so much for him, and Mark wishes you would just get over Johnny and be with him.

“Bad day, baby?” you ask. Mark nods with a slight pout on his lips. His eyes are shut closed, unwilling to open them and stare at the love bites all over your neck and chest left by Johnny. He would rather live in blissful ignorance than face reality. You lean down, pressing a kiss to his forehead and just as you pull back, Johnny walks through the door holding your food.

“Honey, I’m hooooome,” Johnny says in a sing-song voice. You shoot up and out of Mark’s bed quickly, running over to Johnny and wrapping your arms around his neck. He sets the food down on the table in the middle of the room, placing his hands on the back of your thighs and lifting you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and let out a giggle as he kisses you.

“Did you miss me?” Johnny asks, squeezing your thighs. You nod in response. “I bet you did, you dirty little wh—“

“— Can we just eat?”

During dinner, Johnny asks you to spend the night and Mark knows he isn’t going to be getting the rest that he deserves after the shit storm of a day he had. Every time you spend the night, you and Johnny talk late into the night, kissing and touching underneath the covers. It wouldn’t bother Mark if he could at least see you — see the look on your face as you cum undone on Johnny’s fingers, your teeth biting down on your fingers to try and keep the noise in — but he has to pretend he doesn’t know what’s happening. And tonight is no different. Mark stares at the wall of his room, back turned towards you and Johnny, and he listens as Johnny eats you out at 4 in the morning. He can hear the sloppy wet noises as Johnny’s fingers thrust in and out of your pussy, the sound of the bed shaking slightly as your entire body convulses when you cum, and the whimpers muffled by your fingers as you reach your high. Both his dick and his heart hurt as it all goes down, and Mark wonders if he’ll ever be the reason for your early morning muffled whines.

The following week, you get to lab before Mark does. You bought him his favorite sandwich from the cafeteria as an apology for not showing up to lab the week before, and did the pre-lab assignments for this lab and the next to take some weight off his shoulders. When Mark walks into lab just barely on time, and sees you sitting patiently at your assigned table, he can’t help the smile that forms on his face. Your heart begins beating faster at how happy Mark is to see you, and the butterflies in your stomach are flying rapidly. Mark wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans as he walks over to you, and you do the same underneath the table. He takes a seat, and before he can even get a word in, you’re already talking.

“I brought you your favorite sandwich,” you say, handing him the neatly wrapped sandwich. “And I already did the pre-lab today and for next week, so you don’t have to worry about it. I’m sorry again about last week!”

“Don’t worry about it,” Mark says, shrugging his backpack off and placing it on the floor next to him. He unwraps the sandwich, quickly taking a big bite and letting out a satisfied groan at the first bite. “God, how did you know this is what I get?”

“Well, I actually didn’t know. I went to go get a sandwich for lunch today, and I was talking to Julio, the deli guy, and you know how I overshare… I told him you were upset at me for missing lab, and he handed me this sandwich and said ‘para tu amante’ and then I left.”

“What’s amante mean?”

“Lover,” you explain. Mark chokes on the sandwich and your eyes widen, as your hand instinctively moves to pat his back.

“Did you correct him?”

You shake your head no and Mark raises an eyebrow at you, continuing to eat the sandwich as you wait for your instructor to arrive and begin class. “Why would I?”

“Well, I just figured, you and Johnny—“

“— Johnny isn’t my boyfriend, he’s just a pretty boy to mess around with. Plus, you’re really the only one who knows that I’m involved with him.”

“I’m not your boyfriend, either,” Mark mumbles.

“But you’re more to me than Johnny is.”

Before Mark can respond, or even process what you’ve said, your professor walks through the lab doors and begins instructing you guys on your lab. Mark can’t focus very hard on the tasks in front of him, your words loud in his mind, so he lets you take the lead on the assignment. It’s the least you could do for abandoning him the week before.

The following week, Mark walks into his room after another long day half-expecting to see your yoga clad ass laying in Johnny’s bed yet again, but this time — your beautiful ass is laying in his bed. You’re half asleep already, trying so hard to stay awake as you wait for Mark to get home. You hold one of his plushies in your arms, snuggling close to it and Mark’s body relaxes at the sight.

“Where’s Johnny?” Mark asks, puncturing the comfortable silence. You jump awake at his words and sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and running your fingers through your hair.

“He had to go pull an all-nighter at the library for his Comp Sci midterm project, he left like 3 hours ago.” You explain. Mark knows that Johnny’s Comp Sci midterm project isn’t due for another two weeks, and he hates that Johnny lied to you just so he could go stick his dick in someone else after already having you. But Mark doesn’t have the heart to tell you he’s lying, he’s afraid he’ll never see you in his bed again if you stop seeing Johnny, so he plays along.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, because this is quite the view,” Mark begins, motioning to your half-naked body in his bed. “But why are you still here?”

“I wanted to see you,” you mumble, sinking back into his bed. You shift onto your side, and Mark slips into his bed, laying on his side to face you. Mark locks eyes with you, lips parted slightly and tongue poking out of his mouth to lick his lips.

You reach a hand out to play with his hair, an action all too familiar for Mark but his heart still races as if it was the first time. “How was your day, baby?”

Mark sighs at the pet name. “It was okay, I s’pose. It just felt so long, I couldn’t wait to get home and sleep.”

“Sorry, I should’ve just gone home when Johnny left, you would be asleep right now, but I missed your face.”

“That’s okay, I’m not complaining,” Mark responds. You twirl the ends of Mark’s hair between your fingers, tugging slightly to see if he’ll react but he doesn’t. He’s too busy memorizing every feature of your face, his eyes traveling from the part of your hair down to your neck and taking a mental photograph of what your neck looks like without Johnny’s markings all over it. You are so beautiful to him. “Hey, Y/N?” Mark asks, shattering the silence between you two. Your fingers stop moving as your eyes shift from the ends of his hair back to his face, locking eyes with him again.

“Can I ask you something?”

You nod.

“Have you ever thought about ending things with Johnny?”

“I have.”

“Why?”

“Sometimes I think about falling in love and I know I don’t want to be in love with him.”

“And have you ever… nevermind, it’s stupid.”

“No, no, it’s not stupid. Ask me,” you say.

“Have you ever… thought about me, like that?” Mark mumbles shyly, flopping down onto his back to avoid your gaze, but he can feel your eyes staring at him still.

“I’ve thought about you in a lot of different ways,” you admit. “Some are nice, and others, well…”

“Well?”

“Let’s just say, Father Fitz is getting real tired of hearing my voice at Sunday confession.”

“Oh,” Mark says quietly, his dick stirring at his pants at the thought of you thinking such unholy things about him that you feel the need to confess at Sunday confession. He knows you aren’t particularly religious, only choosing a Jesuit college because of the scholarship money, so it must be really dirty if you really do attend confession just to talk about him.

“Mark?” You ask. Mark shifts his body onto his side again, locking eyes with you for the final time that night. His eyes are wide and glossy, a direct mirror image of yours. “Can I kiss you?”

Before Mark can process the question, he’s nodding his head yes. The hand that was previously playing with Mark’s hair now rests on his cheek, and you lean down and capture his lips in yours. His lips taste like cherry chapstick and you smile into the kiss. Your hand leaves his cheek, trailing down to his stomach, slipping underneath his shirt as your fingernails scratch at his abs. He lets out a gasp and your tongue slips into his mouth, kissing him with more passion and fervor. Mark has never kissed anyone like this before and he’s a bit unsure of what to do, but his tongue meets yours and he follows your lead. Your hand trails down to the waistband of his underwear, but his hand shoots out quickly to stop you.

You pull away, concerned etched on your face, but before you can ask if he’s okay, he’s already speaking. “We shouldn’t,” Mark says. “Johnny might come back and see.”

“Right,” you say, nodding. You lay on your back on his bed, staring at the glow in the dark stars Mark has on his ceiling. “Did you stick those yourselves or did it come with the room when you moved in?”

“I put them myself, I really like stargazing but have never had anyone to go with, so I do this until I find someone special enough to go stargazing with.”

“Am I special to you, Mark?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll go stargazing with you one day,” you say, cuddling into Mark’s side and closing your eyes. You yawn, and within minutes you’re knocked out. Mark waits to hear your quiet snores to know you’re fully asleep, before picking you up and putting you to sleep in Johnny’s bed. He knows Johnny won’t come home tonight, but just in case he does, he doesn’t want to have to explain why you were asleep in his bed, cuddling him.

“God, you drive me fucking crazy,” Mark says, tucking you into Johnny’s bed and pressing a kiss to your forehead, then jumping back into his bed and willing the tent in his pants to go away so he can sleep peacefully.

When Mark says you drive him fucking crazy, he means it. He’s so infatuated with you, it drives him up the wall. He can’t stand the way you and Johnny walk all over him — you guys act like a couple around him, he hears you fool around, but as soon as Johnny has gotten his nut in you’re in Mark’s bed, cuddling him and kissing him. He feels like he’s getting Johnny’s sloppy seconds, he’s playing the part of boyfriend that Johnny refuses to play.

But it’s such a comfortable role for him. He loves the way you kiss him when Johnny isn’t around. He loves the way you baby him outside of this tiny dorm room, the way you take care of him in lab and make sure he’s eating and getting the rest he needs to function. He loves the way people think you’re dating and the way you don’t correct them. He loves when you sneak out of Johnny’s bed once he knocks out, just to come tuck him into bed and kiss him goodnight. He’s a masochist: he loves the pain and pleasure that comes with being in love with you.

Mark knows this isn’t sustainable. He knows this isn’t healthy but he doesn’t reach his breaking point until he decides to attend the end of semester Tri Delta party. After months of being in this game with you, the semester is finally over and he will have a month long break from you before you guys are ultimately stuck with each other again next semester in yet another chemistry lab. Mark isn’t one to party, preferring to stay indoors and binge watch whatever show he’s been trying to finish, but he hopes that he will run into you there, that you will finally kiss him in public and he will be more than just your dirty little secret. More than just his roommate’s casual fuck, his midnight kisser, his lab partner.

He walks into the sorority house and is immediately uncomfortable. The music is loud, lights are flashing, and he just wants to go back home and get into bed. But he refuses to leave until he sees you, has a few drinks at the very least, and kisses you once for someone to see. He doesn’t care if it’s Johnny, or if it’s one of the sorority girls, he just wants someone to see you and Mark together. In public. He’s spotted by one of your friends and she runs over to him and pulls him into a hug. He recognizes her from his Ethics lecture, and from the polaroid photo you have of her in your phone case.

“Mark! What are you doing here?” She asks, loud voice competing with the loud music in the house.

“I’m just trying to have a little fun, I s’pose,” Mark responds.

“You look like a fish out of water! Do you want a drink or anything?”

“I’ll probably have one later… Have you seen Y/N?”

“She’s here somewhere! Hey, what’s up with you two? Are you guys together or what?”

“Uh,” Mark pauses for a second, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. “Something like that.”

“She’s always got these huge hickies all over her neck. You’re a dog, Mark! Have some fun tonight,” she pulls him into another quick hug and walks away.

Mark sighs, wiping the sweat from his forehead before traveling deeper into the party. He scans the living room carefully, looking for your small frame, but he doesn’t see you anywhere in there. He sees many different couples, kissing and touching and grinding in the middle of the living room to the beat of the song. He’s glad you’re not in there, with someone random, but he just prays that you aren’t upstairs inside someone’s room getting stuffed by someone who isn’t him. It should be him.

And his prayers are answered. He walks into the kitchen and sees you. You aren’t out in the living room dancing with someone random, you aren’t upstairs inside someone’s room getting stuffed by someone else. You’re sitting up on the kitchen counter, drink in hand, as Johnny stands between your legs with one of his arms wrapped around you. Johnny pulls you close to him, and you smile as your other arm wraps around his neck. There’s an uncomfortable tightness that builds in Mark’s chest as he sees you there with him. You’re not one for public affection, to tell people who you spend time with behind closed doors, and Mark can already feel the rumors of you and Johnny beginning to circulate.

You feel someone staring at you, and tear your gaze away from Johnny to the entrance to the kitchen. You see Mark standing there, in his tight jeans and a black button up, and your heart swells at the sight. He’s wearing contacts, a sight all too familiar for you, and his hair is styled back and you can see his forehead. He looks absolutely incredible. Without thinking, you push Johnny off of you and you smile brightly as you make your way over to Mark. Mark doesn’t return your smile, instead he turns around and walks straight out of the party. You stand stunned in the middle of the kitchen, smile dropping from your face. Johnny comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing his lips to your ears.

“Let’s go upstairs, honey,” Johnny asks, rutting his hips against your ass. Your heart hurts and you just want to see Mark.

“I-I’m gonna go, sorry Johnny, I’ll see you later. Maybe,” you say quietly, barely audible over the music. You shrug Johnny off your body, downing the rest of your drink and walking towards campus in search of Mark. The air is cold, it’s nearly midnight and the fog is settling low as you walk in no particular direction. You walk past all of the lecture halls, past the science building, wondering where Mark could be until you see the church in the distance.

You walk into the church using the side door and are met with Mark sitting in one of the pews in the middle of the church. You shrug your jacket off, placing it on the coatrack near the door and walk towards him slowly, your footsteps echoing in the empty church.

“What’s a pretty young thing like you doing inside Sacred Heart this late on a Friday night?’ you ask.

“Leave me alone,” Mark responds.

“I asked you a question, baby.”

“Father Fitz hid a spare key in the birdhouse outside for me in case I ever felt like being with Christ.”

“You’re so holy, Mark.”

You stand in front of him in the pew, wrapping your arms around his neck as you slither into his lap. Mark’s arms instinctively wrap around your waist and he sighs, looking at your face. The moonlight shines through the stained glass windows, illuminating Mark’s face. His cheekbones sit high on his face, sitting prettily and one of your hands reaches for his face to trace all of his features. By now, Mark has taken his contacts out and is wearing his glasses again.

“Why do you have to hurt me?” Mark asks quietly.

Your breath gets caught in your chest at Mark’s sudden forwardness. He’s never been so forward or open with you about anything before and it leaves you shocked. Deep down, you knew what you were doing with Mark wasn’t right, but you didn’t think you were actually hurting him. Tears brim in your eyes as you think about a response, you knew you weren’t in any position to be crying, Mark is the one who’s being hurt. One of his hands wipes the tears from your eyes before returning back to your waist.

“I’m sorry,” you say. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Then why can’t you just end things with Johnny? Do you know how much it fucking sucks to feel like I’m getting his sloppy seconds?”

“I’m sorry,” you say. You slink into Mark’s body, resting your head in the crook of his neck and willing the tears to go away. “I shouldn’t be crying, Mark, I’m sorry. You don’t deserve any of this, I’ll end things with Johnny. I promise.”

“Stop crying,” Mark says, pressing a kiss to your exposed shoulder. “Don’t cry, c’mon, baby.”

You pull back, sniffling slightly while wiping the tears from your eyes and letting out a giggle. You hold Mark’s cheeks in your hands before leaning in and pecking him on the lips.

“What was that for?”

“That’s the first time you’ve ever called me baby. I like it,” you respond.

“Did Johnny ever ca—“

“— Never. I never let him.”

“Y/N, I really think I’m in love with you.”

“I know.”

“Do you lo—“

“— Yes. You’re special to me, Mark. You know that.”

“Can I kiss you?”

You nod, and in an instant his lips are on yours. He kisses you as if he’s been wanting to kiss you for his entire life, even though he had kissed you just two days ago in his bed. But this time it’s different, Johnny isn’t in the bed next to you. He knows he won’t hear you cum around Johnny’s fingers tonight, because you’ll be cumming around his. Tonight, you are his, and he’s going to treasure this moment.

Mark slips his tongue into your mouth, yours coming out to play with and tease his. Your hips grind down against his, your fingers slipping into his hair and tugging slightly. He lets out a groan and tightly grips your hips, pulling you closer and pushing you down harder. A whine slips past your lips, muffled by his, and you can feel the wetness pooling in your underwear.

It isn’t until Mark pulls away, lips attaching to your neck and beginning to leave hickies that you realize where you are. The stained glass windows remind you that you are in a sacred place, Mark’s safe space, and you are actively sinning.

“M-Mark, we’re still in the church, let’s go back to yours,” you suggest. His hips buck up, his hard on begging to be released from the confines of his jeans.

“Don’t care,” Mark mumbles against the skin of your neck. “I won’t make it back to my room.”

You push Mark off of you slightly, and he looks concerned. He’s about to ask if you’re okay, when you sink down onto your knees in front of him. Mark pushes his pants and underwear down quickly, cock springing out and hitting his lower stomach. Your hand reaches out to touch him, and you spit on the tip, letting it dribble down the side of his cock.

“Oh my god,” Mark says with a whine. He can’t believe the sight in front of him: you on your knees for him in the middle of the church, hand wrapped around his dick pumping him slowly, and tongue kitten licking at the tip.

“Don’t use the Lord’s name in vain, Mark,” you say, before wrapping your lips around the tip entirely and taking him further in your mouth. You go as far down as you can, his tip hitting the back of your throat. Mark throws his head back, his hands coming up to hold your head still as he thrusts into your mouth.

“F-fuck, you feel so fucking good. So so good, oh my God.”

Mark thrusts into your mouth slowly, memorizing the feeling of your wet hot mouth wrapped around his hard dick. You’re so good to him, and in this moment, Mark knows he doesn’t want anyone else to ever suck his dick. He looks down at you with his lip pulled between his teeth, you’ve pushed your pants down slightly and your hand is shoved inside of your panties rubbing at your clit. You whine around Mark’s dick, the feeling of your fingers rubbing quickly on your clit bringing you closer and closer to your high by the second. You’ve been waiting for the day you finally get to see Mark like this, and you can’t believe it’s finally happening. You pull back, Mark’s dick slipping out of your mouth, and your fingers move faster.

“Fuck, Mark, I’m gonna cum,” you whine.

“Let me see you cum, baby. Wanna see you get all messy for me.”

And with that, you let out a loud moan and cum in front of Mark. You clench around nothing, the emptiness frustrating, but you relax and slump onto Mark’s thigh as you come down from your high.

“Get up, baby,” Mark says. You nod, standing up as your legs tremble slightly. Mark pulls your pants and underwear the rest of the way down, helping you step out of it before pulling you back onto his lap. You grind against him, wet pussy covering his dick and bringing him so much pleasure.

“You know, when Father Fitz gave you the keys to the church to be with Christ, I don’t think this is what he meant, Mark.”

Mark pushes his cock into you, and lets out a groan at the feeling of your pussy tightening around him. You let out a sigh of his name, head coming to rest on his shoulder.

“Your pussy is God.”

Mark quickly begins thrusting up into you, fucking you with all of the pent up rage he’s been holding in from hearing you fool around with Johnny for the last few months, and you can’t help the moans that fall from your lips. Your hands rest on Mark’s shoulders, gripping tightly as he drills into you, your hips rolling forward to meet each of his thrusts. You let out a particularly loud moan of his name, head lolling onto his shoulder. You press a kiss to his neck, taking the skin into your mouth and between your teeth, leaving a beautiful purple mark on his neck as he moves his hips to thrust into you in a particular angle.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last,” Mark says, hips already beginning to fail in their rhythm as he gets closer and closer to his high.

“Mark, please cum inside me,” You say, one of your hands reaching for Mark’s hand, bringing it to your clit. His thumb rubs messily at your clit, bringing you closer to your own high. His eyes travel all over your body, taking in the sight in front of him. Your neck is covered in marks that he has left, your pussy is wrapped tightly around his dick, his fingers are rubbing at your clit, your hair is all over the place because of him, and you’re cumming around his dick saying his name. His. Not Johnny’s.

At the feeling of your pussy tightening around him, and the sound of you calling his name, Mark’s hips stutter and push his dick all the way into you. He cums in thick white ropes, filling you with his cum as his hands grip your hips tightly, whining as he says your name. You both sit there, breathing heavily as you try to come down from your high. Mark’s dick softens inside of you, and you smile at him as you try to regulate your breathing.

Your cheeks are flushed pink, hickies littering your neck, and your hair is a mess. Your post-sex look is nothing new to Mark, he’s seen it a million times, but this time it’s different. This time, you’re dazed and satisfied because of him. He feels his heart swell in his chest at the realization, and he brings you in for another soft kiss.

“Baby, we should probably leave the church,” you suggest.

“Probably,” Mark says. He leans over, still inside you, pulling your underwear and pants up off the floor to help you redress. You both whine softly when he pulls out, and he quickly slips your underwear on for you. His cum drips out of you, pooling in your underwear as you pull your pants back up. Mark redresses, holding your hand as he walks out of the church, locking it behind him and hiding the key back in the birdhouse.

He instinctively begins walking towards his dorm, but you pull him in the opposite direction.

“Y/N, I live on the other side of campus,” Mark says.

“I know,” you respond. “We’re going to the soccer field.”

“Why?”

“It’s the best spot on campus to look at the stars. I went earlier this week so I could take you there.”

“But it’s cold,” Mark whines. You roll your eyes, slipping your jacket off and placing it over his shoulders.

“There you go. C’mon, let’s go.”

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Ding Dong ~^~ [Louy]

Para 600 words. — Danny does improv with an audience participant

@the-coolest-mallard

For the record, Danny still hated improv. It was embarrassing, even though he knew that was the point of it. No matter how many times people told him to losen up, he just couldn’t do it. Too worried about people saying something mean or thinking he wasn’t funny (because he wasn’t) or that he would do something that would get him in trouble with...someone. You would think that after doing it pretty consistently for a year, it would have gotten better or maybe he would start having more fun. That would be too easy, though, wouldn’t it?

But no, it did not get better the more shows that he was in. The only reason he was still here was because he did not want to tell everyone that he did not want to be in them anymore. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the people, because he totally did. They were great! Really nice, actually. Especially to Danny, considering he sucked. Which meant that he didn’t want to let them down by leaving. That would hurt their feelings probably and hurting people’s feelings made Danny want to break out into hives.

Getting on stage also made Danny want to break out into hives, but he had not broken out into hives yet, so he was going to consider that a win and take that over disappointing people. Though, he wasn’t sure how he hadn’t been kicked out of the improv group yet, if he was being perfectly honest. He wasn’t good at it. In fact, he was actively bad at it. Though, for some reason. people loved that. He got more laughs when he was just saying the first thing that came to his mind than anything else. And, yeah, okay--sometimes it was kind of fun and funny and Danny did like to make people happy and make them laugh.

So, he stood up on the little black box stage, like he did every other Friday night at 11:00PM (yeah, the improv shows were usually late and people would come to them from parties where they were already drunk and ready to laugh, which was nice (though, it could also be annoying.)) Tonight, the crowd had been pretty great. That always made or broke an improv show, Danny had learned over the last year. The rowdy crowd made the game they were going to play much more fun though. At least if everyone in the crowd was being stupid, you also felt more okay being stupid.

“Alright, alright!” called Tim, getting the crowd to quiet down after the last sketch. “This is a game called “ding dong!” how it works is someone tells us about their day--and then, for every part of it we get right, you say “ding!” and if we get it wrong you get to shout “DONG!” at us, we have to keep trying to get it right until you give us a “ding” and we can move on, sound good?”

Everyone cheered.

“Tuna Fish is gonna be picking an audience member tonight for us!”

Ah, shit. That was him.

Danny stepped forward, squinting out into the crowd. During improv, they usually kept the lights on so they could see everyone for things like this. He saw his sister and Wendy sitting in one of the back rows and immediately moved on from them. He liked to pretend they didn’t exist during these things.

He made eye contact with a guy he was pretty sure lived on his floor with curly black hair. “Er, you? Yeah. You!” Danny tried to put more energy into his pick. “What, uh, was your day like today?”

[outfit]

#swynlabors #ding dong #louy #lookbook #that outfit but with just regular shoes #lol i dont think danny would wear the little decoration

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ladyeliot · 3 years

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“Your stupid spider”

Superhero vs Villain!Reader Prompts

Request: Anonymous: Hello there! Could you write a Superhero vs Villain, where the reader is Peter Parker's best friend but also his enemy? You can use #3 if you want. By the way I love your stories and your writing. Lots of love.

Prompt #3: Truce?

Pairing: Superhero!Peter Parker x Villain!Fem!Reader

Summary: Peter Parker is your best friend, and Spider-man is your enemy. You finally discover that they are the same person.

Warnings: Violence.

Word count: 2446

A/N: Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

"If you are really interested in how I discovered the identity of my greatest enemy, please read on."

You. An ordinary girl, born in Brooklyn to a single parent family who had moved into a small flat in the Queens area with her mother. No drugs, no alcohol, no tobacco, your obsession was pancakes and syrup. You didn't do any chores, and you didn't sneak out of the housework. After school you went home with your friends to do your homework. You liked reading, and you listened to music with headphones so as not to disturb the neighbours. In short, a teenager that many parents wish they had.

However, your persona wasn't all rosy, just because Y/N was like that, didn't mean your alter ego was too. You had a secret, everyone has secrets, you might think, but it wasn't just any secret, it was "The Secret", and no one knew it. That's why you could say it was the best kept secret in Queens, or at least that's what you thought until he came along. Spider-man.

Everything went smoothly, it took you a while to assume your powers, your teleportation, but when you got it you enjoyed your solitude in your night outings. You discovered the reality of New York City, the nocturnal and dark atmosphere of being hidden in the shadows, that is to say, you had fun as only you knew how to do. Nevertheless, since the arrival of that Spider-man, your fun was over. That man had in mind to destroy the true essence of the city and that was something you could not allow.

Your first meeting was at the top of Rockefeller Center, a night like any other after the end of one of the most intrepid police chases in Midtown West. There you were, watching the chase unfold, and there he arrived. Remarkably, due to the concealment of your costumes, neither of you could figure out who the other was, and your voice-impersonation skills helped you never get caught. All in all, that was one of many encounters you would have in the wake of Spider-Man's popularity. But still, your life went on.

"Are you telling me you're going to stand me up this afternoon for helping your aunt bake a cake?" you asked Peter between complaints. "You know we have to study for the chemistry test on Friday. And that I'm nothing without you in chemistry."

Although you tried to show him the most apologetic face in the whole world, Peter was not immune to it.

"Sorry Y/N," he closed his locker after grabbing his books. "I promised May last week, it's very important for her to give a good welcome to the new neighbours."

You rolled your eyes but finally came to terms with your defeat.

"Okay Parker," you gave him a little push. "But you've been letting me down in the afternoons for three days now. You'll make it up to me."

You winked and Peter's cheeks quickly turned pink, he gave you a shy smile and nodded goodbye. He was adorable. It was actually good to be free in the afternoons, since Spider-Man had gotten in your way, you had a complex relationship, playing cat and mouse, trying to hinder each other's actions, and it was interesting that week.

Like the previous days, after finishing your chores at home, you put on your black suit and disappeared. Your power was complex, you didn't fully understand it yet and you knew it would take a while, but you weren't scared. You could teleport to a specific place, teleport to another person or object, and even open portals to other places. But these superpowers had played tricks on you, sometimes you appeared in places you didn't recognise and then didn't know how to get back, or you had to return home by taking public transport. Everything has its drawbacks.

Dusk was falling over the island of Manhattan, it was a busy spring evening in New York, big businessmen were leaving their offices, dog walkers were wandering into Central Park and a group of elementary school students were leaving the Museum of Arts and Design. You caught your gaze on the broad clock of a prominent building and instantly there he was, coming from 8th Avenue.

You smiled, you were in the mood for fun and what better way than to open a portal right in front of him to get rid of Spider-man and send him a few blocks further south.

"Woah!" he exclaimed, stepping into the portal and disappearing, not for long.

You started laughing, he always fell into your trap and yet he was still funny to you.

"Hello Miss Holes!"

Within two minutes it landed next to you throwing a spider web which you dodged opening a new portal.

"Too slow, stupid spider," you said with a grin hidden under your mask. "And too predictable to be the mascot of the Avengers.

The two of you began a small battle on top of that building, as if choreographed.

"Hey!" he exclaimed somewhat offended, dodging a new portal. "I'm not the Avengers' mascot."

"Then why is it your turn to do the dirty work?" you ran off, shaking off his cobwebs.

"What...?" began Spider-man somewhat confusedly pausing over the rooftop antenna. "What dirty work?"

You let out a small laugh and in an instant you teleported to his side.

"You know," you began to lower your tone."Robbing old ladies, selling drugs in the neighbourhood - oh, you even helped a woman yesterday who didn't know where to find the underground," you squinted. "Spidey, you're so bored that the most exciting thing in your life is meeting me."

You were so lost for words that you didn't see it coming. In that instant a spider web, a bit slimy for your taste, wrapped around your mouth like a gag silencing your every word. You quickly tried to get rid of it with little luck.

"Thank goodness!" exclaimed your opponent alejándose de ti. "Much better. Sorry about that, but we'll be doing us both a favour."

You touched solid ground again, and raised your hands in the direction of the satellite dish, teleporting it in the direction of Spider-man, who quickly dodged it. From that moment on, your rage intensified, increasing the tension of the fight, which usually ended without a clear winner, only exhaustion won out.

"Woah! That was a close one!" he exclaimed, leaping ten metres above you.

Your throat squeaked, but no sound escaped because of the gag. You tried to get rid of it by teleporting it away, but it wasn't possible. At that moment you would have made it disappear forever if you could, but finally you stopped throwing objects at it, to disappear from there yourself.

It wasn't being a good day for you, maybe it also had to do with the fact that you were sure that your best friend didn't have to make any cake with his aunt May, nor did he have to accompany her to dance classes or anything like that, they were all excuses and you didn't know why he was making them.

In milliseconds you were back in your room, rummaging through your things to get rid of that gag and remove the mask from your costume. Nothing was any good. You had no idea what that spider's web was made of, but nothing could break it.

In desperation you tried again to teleport it, but you were unable to concentrate all your attention on it. You had only one hope left, Peter, he would surely know how to get rid of her, although you would owe him a lot more explanations. You closed your eyes, instantly you were inside his room, luckily he wasn't there, nor was he inside the house, everything was silent. So you assumed that he was not baking a cake with his aunt.

A couple of hours passed, just enough time to come up with a plan before Peter arrived.You had taken a handful of sheets of paper, you knew that when he came in he would be scared and might scream, so you summarised your story as best you could on those sheets of paper.

You heard the front door close, Peter was talking to May and heading towards his room. You took the sheets of paper and positioned yourself in the middle of the room, waiting for him to come in, as if it was the movie "love actually". It was an embarrassing situation. You watched as the doorknob turned and there he appeared.

It took a few moments for his eyes to settle on you, but at that very moment both of them widened like saucers.

"How the hell...!"

You quickly raised your hand, trying not to make your friend squeal or panic, and pointed hurriedly to the sheets of paper you were holding.

Peter closed the door behind him with a stunned look on his face.

"Please don't shout," he began, reading the posters in a trembling voice. "I'm not going to hurt you."

You dropped a sheet of paper on the floor.

"It's me, Y/N," Peter's voice dimmed, and it took him a while to react. "WHAT?!!!!"

You quickly raised your arms again in a way to stop him from screaming.

" Whoa, whoa, whoa!" exclaimed Peter again. "What are you saying?!"

Dejaste que los carteles se cayeran al suelo y saltaste sobre él intentando cubrir su boca con tus manos. En aquellos momentos estabas segura de que su tía May entraría en la habitación en segundos debido al ruido. Peter seguía gritando cosas inentendibles bajo tus manos, con sus ojos castaños abiertos como platos mirándote. Decidiste destaparle la boca, ya que no servía para nada y volviste a por los folios para ponérselos nuevamente frente a él.

“¡Esto es una locura!” se llevó las manos a la cara, pero continuó leyendo los folios. “Spider-man me ha lanzado una de sus telarañas,” cambiaste de folio. “Y no puedo deshacerme de ella, tienes que ayudarme.”

Peter stood still watching you, his eyes were red with nervousness and his nostrils flared every time he took in and released air from his lungs. You knew it was going to be a shock to your friend, but you didn't understand how it was affecting him so much. You raised your arms, quickly pointed to the spider web gagging your mouth, you needed to get rid of it and then you would give him all the explanations he needed.

A blushing Peter slowly approached you, stepped around you and in an instant you felt no more pressure. At last you could rest, your jaw and mouth were sore, but it was no surprise to you, what was surprising was that your friend had got rid of the restraint in a second.

Puzzled, you turned to him, who was still in shock and looked a little frightened. He carefully brought his hands to the top of your mask and slowly lifted it, exposing your face.

"I can explain," you said calmly. "I..."

"Oh my god," Peter interrupted you, sitting up in his bed.

"Listen," you shook your head and sat down next to him. "I understand your reaction, it's crazy, I should have explained it to you a lot sooner, but- Wait, how did you get that obnoxious fabric off me so fast?"

Peter put his hands to his head and sighed.

"It's synthetic spider silk," he explained without looking at you. "It's got the gigapascals augmented, with its web you can hold even a car in the air, but-"

"Wait," you stared at him.

Your mind worked fast enough to grasp enough information and connect it in a couple of seconds. You slowly rose slowly from his side and looked at him with a frown.

"What?!" you exclaimed this time. "That's impossible!"

"Yes!" exclaimed Peter getting up and holding his hands to his head. "That's what I was thinking! It's impossible!"

At that instant the door to the room opened revealing a smiling May.

"Peter yo - Hey Y/N!" she greeted with a frown. "I didn't know you were here. Are you staying for dinner?"

"Hi, May. No, no," you said quickly in a bit of a daze. "Thank you very much, but my mother's expecting me for dinner."

"Okay," she smiled looking you up and down. "Nice suit!" your cheeks took on a ruddy colour. "Peter, dinner in half an hour."

"Thank you May," Peter replied a little shyly.

His aunt closed the door again.

"That's why you were always making excuses for me in the evenings!" you reproached him."And the Stark scholarship! How could I have been so blind?" "And the Stark scholarship! How could I have been so blind?"

"I know, I know," said Peter, as he paced around his room next to you. "By the way, your powers - they're awesome!"

You motioned for him to lower his voice again. This situation was crazy, you didn't know whether to be relieved, to teleport, or to teleport him to a place far away. You leaned your back against the wall, closing your eyes so you could think clearly.He was your best friend, had you been hating your best friend all this time?He was your best friend, had you been hating your best friend all this time? He was your best friend, had you been hating your best friend all this time? Peter stood in front of you.

"Hey..." he whispered caressing your cheek, the place where your spider web had passed. "If I'd known... If you'd stayed a little longer I'd have taken it off."

You crossed your arms over your chest and looked up at him arching an eyebrow. "This is too much."

You looked straight into those brown eyes, they had been a weakness for you since fifth grade. Besides, his gaze accompanied with the caress of his fingers on your cheek lowered your defences.

"Please stay for dinner. If you want, we can study chemistry later," Peter said almost pleadingly.

"Really?" you asked in confusion. "You want to study chemistry after everything that just happened?"

"Truce?" Peter arched a somewhat hopeful eyebrow.

"You're one of a kind, you stupid spider," you said, unable to hide a grin.

"You stupid spider."

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longitud-de-onda · 4 years

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piece of your heart

pairing; javier peña x female reader summary; javi takes you out dancing and drunkenly starts saying things in spanish that you can’t understand rating; t warnings; alcohol, drunkenness (and the vomiting that comes after), unrequited feelings (or not?), and angst. word count; 2.4k requested; by two anons. requests under break. a/n; combined these two requests and wrote this on a plane. there’ll be a part two 😉

“javi request where he takes the reader dancing 🥺 something similar to the dance in 3x1 of narcos thank u sm and ur the best !! 💖”

“You are at a bar after work with Steve and Javi. Javi asks you to dance with him. He is drunk & kind of grinding on you and he starts to say some things in Spanish. You don't speak Spanish very well, and assume he is saying lewd things, but when you go home, you remember some of the things he said and you put them in Google Translate and he is actually confessing really sweet things like he loves you, you are the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, an he is so screwed.”

“So, tonight? Wanna go out dancing with some of the others?” Javier has just walked up to your desk and sat on top of your work, staring you down.

“Dancing? No thanks,” you tell Javier.

Going out dancing with Javier Peña? That involved alcohol and lowered inhibitions and you aren’t ready to do that. You’ll admit, having him here, asking you to go dancing with him, it hurts. You can imagine in another life, one where you weren’t living in Colombia and meddling with international politics in a way even the US President would likely disapprove of, you could be brave, step up and tell Javi how you felt. But you were both in a line of work that didn’t allow for relationships, and catching feelings was the worst illness that could befall you.

And you had caught the virus.

“Come on, it’s been a hell of a week for everyone. There’s about seven of us, going over to the disco downtown, we can get plastered, forget about work, have a bit of fun?” he smiles at you, and you shake your head.

“Not tonight, Javi,” you say. “Anyway, it’s Friday, and we work tomorrow.”

You’ve said yes before. That night sucked. You watched him flirt with every woman in the bar, watched him make out with a young woman in a booth. You cried the entire drive home, and on your way up to your apartment, you passed his first-floor apartment and could hear the moans coming from inside. There was nothing crueler than wanting someone you couldn’t have, someone who would sleep with anyone, except you.

The feeling had weighed heavy on your heart for a long time now, and while it was easy to avoid the man, given that you worked in different departments, he managed to find a reason to visit you. Sneaking him classified documents. Helping him with a wiretap. Doing background checks. And every time he asked you’d comply if only to get a few extra minutes of his presence. A bit more time where that smile was directed at you and not one of the many other women in the building. A few moments where you could pretend that he cared.

“You sure? It’s not really a night without my favorite CIA agent,” he says, putting on the sly grin he uses to bend anyone’s will. The one he uses to get informants to reveal a bit more than they intended.

You want, so badly, to say no. To not force yourself to survive another night of suffering. But you’re weak and probably a masochist. And there’s the fact that he’s asking you, begging you, to come with him. To spend time with him. Even if it means you’ll end the night in tears, historically you’ve never been one to turn down time with Javier, no matter how much it hurt, and you weren’t going to stop tonight.

“Fine, but you’re buying the first round,” you agree.

“Good!” He jumps off of your desk. “It’s gonna be great. See you at eight.”

“Eight, okay...”

He leaves the room, a bit more bounce in his gait, and you smile to yourself, knowing that you were the reason for his excitement.

The day passed slowly, you had too many reports to read through and not enough coffee could keep you going. When you finished for the day, you were one of the last ones still in the office, and you headed home, looking forward to a shower and some warmed up leftovers for dinner.

You don’t have plans to drink too much. You don’t want to be hungover at work, and you had a tendency to spill secrets when wasted. With Javier around, that wasn’t something you wanted to get involved with. Still, you make sure you’ve got enough food in your stomach and drink some water so that the inevitable multitudes of shots you’ll be coerced into drinking don’t go straight to your head.

At eight, you’re waiting in the foyer of the complex, along with Steve, Connie, Marta, the current ambassador’s secretary, and Anthony, one of the other DEA agents that lived in the complex. You were going to be meeting another 5, apparently, at the disco. It was turning into quite the evening, especially considering that you had work the next day. You were told the plan was to take two cars over, so two groups could head back whenever, and if you were too drunk, it was close enough you could probably walk or just take a taxi if things went south.

Javi is obviously rushing as he bursts out of his apartment, still buttoning up his shirt. You let your eyes roam over him from the back of the group. He had put some effort into the look for the evening, a nice pair of slacks than he usually wore, and he had done something with his hair.

It makes you feel more than a bit self-conscious of how unimpressive you look before you mentally slap yourself. You’re not here to impress Javier. You don’t need to put in an effort, even if you did he still wouldn’t go for you.

“Ready?” Javier asks, and you all exit the building.

Two hours into the evening, you’re sufficiently tipsy after a couple beers. You had resisted Connie’s multiple offers of shots, but you didn’t stop her from dragging you onto the dance floor for a solid hour. You’re sweaty and a bit tired already, back at the bar where some of the guys in your group are gathered.

You watch as Javier starts knocking back shots of tequila with Anthony, something you weren’t expecting. He was always the one to slowly sip at a glass of whiskey over the night, or drink beer. He must really want to get drunk tonight.

You slip onto a barstool and order a bottle of beer. Javier is a couple feet away, and he’s already acting like he’s lost all control, and you worry about his fate in the morning. He wasn’t usually this careless with his alcohol.

He sidles up next to you, “Y/N! We should go dance.”

He wraps an arm around your shoulders, trying to pull you up off your seat.

“Javi, no,” you say. You should be jumping for joy. Happy that he actually wants to spend time with you. But you know that it’s only because he’s so incredibly drunk.

“Please, darling? I didn’t invite you out so that you could sit here.” he drawls out, his Texas accent appears in moments like this, and you wish it didn’t make you feel things.

He drags his hand down your bare arm, wrapping his fingers around your hand and pulling you up.

“Okay.” You must hate yourself.

He pulls you through the crowds into the center of the dance floor. Arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you yelp in surprise.

“¿Todo bien, compañera?” he laughs in your ear, something light and fluttery.

“Javi you know I don’t speak Spanish,” you say, bowing your head.

“You should, it would sound so beautiful coming from you,” he says and you close your eyes, reminding yourself that he’s so far gone he doesn’t know what he’s saying.

He starts to sway to the music, and his hands on your waist radiate heat straight through your dress. The whole disco is hot, but you feel even warmer wrapped up in Javier. The music thrums through your body, and you look up at his eyes, glittering with the almost-goofy smile he wears.

You want to imagine that this is real. That he’s here, hands all over you, because he wants to. You wish you could move your hands down from around his neck, or pull him in tighter, and not regret it tomorrow morning. You know you’re going to wake up tomorrow alone in bed, remembering how much could have happened if Javier cared, and that he will wake up, probably with someone else, someone who’s in this very room right now.

That thought almost makes you let go of Javier and run away, but he pulls your hips into his, rolling up against you. He lets out a moan that shoots straight to your core, and you close your eyes tight, hoping you’ll open them again for this to be just a dream.

Instead, you open them at the feeling of his breath, hot near your ear.

“Eres tan hermosa, Y/N,” he says.

You don’t know a word he’s saying but you’re pretty sure you have an idea of what he means. He’s grinding up against you, drunk and probably horny, like he is most nights, the words likely meaning something about how he’d like to take you here on the dance floor. Something disgusting and quick and meaningless.

“Me vuelves loco.”

But you’re too tipsy to get caught up on that. You want to pretend he’s saying anything but what you know he’s going on about. Want to pretend his arms aren’t slinking lower down your back until they brush over your ass. You want to believe he’s doing it because he wants to.

You decide it’s better to let go for the night. Maybe you can pretend. Just for an hour.

The music washes over you, and you move your hips along with his, and while he takes the lead, you follow, dancing as if you knew what you were doing.

“Cuando bailas así, no quiero que todos estén aquí,” he groans, “Quiero estar a solas contigo.”

If only you knew what he was saying. If you knew exactly what sort of lewd things he is saying, maybe it would be enough to knock some sense into your head and leave him on the dance floor. But you don’t.

Thank god you don’t.

It means you get to dance in his arms for a little bit more.

“No sabes, porque tu español es una mierda, pero estoy con tantas mujeres para que pueda intentar olvidarte,” he says, “Es tortura, tener alguién tan perfecta como tú, tan cerca, pero tan inalcanzable.”

When he speaks Spanish, he sounds so different. Sometimes, like now, it’s like he’s reciting a love poem. Other times, like when you hear him talking to the police, he becomes someone commanding and aggressive. Not like the Javier who spoke English to you, smiled, and sheepishly asked for favors.

“Nunca ha funcionado, no puedo olvidarte,” he says.

“Javi, you know I don’t understand you, right?” you say and he responds by thrusting his hips into you again. You bite your lip, and it only becomes more painful as you feel his bulge against your body. You’re just another body for him. And that is a sobering realization. You’re about to cry and you’re glad he’s looking over your shoulder and can’t see your face.

“Deseo poder besarte,” he whispers in your ear, “Te quiero.”

You were so stupid to fall for such a man. It’s killing you.

With one hand still on your ass, he brings the other one up, palming your breast. The moan you involuntarily release shocks you enough to push him away.

“Javier,” you say, panicking, “I can’t—“

Before you say anything more you see the twisted look on his face, somewhere between completely ravaged and utterly lost. You turn and, pushing through people, go back to the bar, where you order a shot which you quickly down before sitting down and letting the tears fall.

After fifteen minutes of looking like the saddest person in the disco, the bartender takes pity on you and gives you a glass of water and some tissues. You thank her.

The night had so quickly turned to shit. It was so much worse than previous ones. It was a torture you couldn’t handle anymore.

“Y/N!” screams a voice in your ear, someone drunk and loud.

You turn. It’s Marta.

“What?”

“It’s Javier, he’s outside puking. You’re the soberest of us you need to take him home.”

Shit. Of course this would happen.

“Fine, but take care, Marta, I don’t want you not making it home tonight.”

She thanks you and disappears into the throngs of people.

You settle your tab and Javier’s and go outside. Javier is sitting on the curb, keeled over and emptying his guts onto the stone streets.

If your heart didn’t hurt so much, you’d laugh. You hadn’t known anyone over the age of 30 drunk themselves to this point.

“Javier?” you say.

He looks up and starts to say something, but you can see the regret on his face flash upon opening his mouth as it only brings on another wave of nausea. You look away.

When he finishes, you say, “Come on, Javi, let's get you home.”

He tries to stand and you have to dive into his side to stabilize him. When you’re in a position where you can support his weight, you guide him towards his car.

You strap him into the passenger seat and reach your hand into his pocket, finding the car keys.

The ride home he stays silent. He hasn’t said a word to you since he was whispering in your ear on the dance floor. You suppose he has a fair reason to not open his mouth now though. Probably doesn’t want to soil his own vehicle.

You get him into his apartment just fine, set him up with a glass of water and make him take some pain meds.

“Don’t die on me Javi, no choking on your vomit overnight, okay?” you say and he nods.

Back in your apartment, you sit down on your couch. You should go to sleep. You need to be at work in 7 hours.

But some vicious part of your mind reminds you of the words Javier had said. You curse your curiosity and pull out your Spanish dictionary.

You only remember three phrases, “quiero estar a solas contigo,” “deseo poder besarte,” and “te quiero.”

As you look up the words, your eyes widen. Quiero: I want. Estar: To be. Solas: alone. Contigo: with you.

Shit.

Deseo: I wish. Poder: to be able to. Besarte: to kiss you.

Fuck.

The last one requires you to look it up in the phrasebook. ‘I want you’ didn’t feel right. When you find it you almost drop the book on the floor.

Te quiero: I love you.

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translations;

¿Todo bien, compañera?

Everything okay, partner/colleague/girlfriend?

Eres tan hermosa

You are so beautiful

Me vuelves loco.

You drive me crazy

Cuando bailas así, no quiero que todos estén aquí. Quiero estar a solas contigo.

When you dance like that, I don’t want everyone to be here. I want to be alone with you.

No sabes, porque tu español es una mierda, pero estoy con tantas mujeres para que pueda intentar olvidarte

You don’t know because your Spanish sucks, but I’m with so many women so I can try to forget you

Es tortura, tener alguién tan perfecta como tú, tan cerca, pero tan inalcanzable.

It’s torture, having someone as perfect as you, so close, yet so unreachable.

Nunca ha funcionado, no puedo olvidarte

It’s never worked, I can’t forget you

Deseo poder besarte

I wish I could kiss you

Te quiero.

I love you

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smythebros · 3 years

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challenge #54: twinkle lights

Written for SeblaineSundays.

word count: 1338 Rating: G

Genre: slice of life? Honestly this is the first time I’ve written fanfiction outside roleplaying and I wanted to do something sweet rather dirty considering I’m known for writing dirty stuff. Forgive me I’m bad a dialogue and it was like 2am when I wrote this. Basically just be gentle with me.

Sebastian and Blaine set up Christmas in Sebastian’s apartment. Set firmly with @blaine-d-anderson‘s version of the character and in that verse.

New York at Christmas was always a magical time for the city and it tended to be a tell tale sign wasn’t a proper new yorker if they told you otherwise but despite that simple fact Sebastian had never officially celebrated Christmas in the city, at least not officially in a way most people would. Every year prior to this one, Sebastian hadn’t bothered to decorate his apartment or even buy a Christmas tree? He wasn’t a grinch by any means but he just had never seen the point if you were gonna take it all down later and between having a few epic parties for Halloween and New Years. It just hadn’t felt practical for his life.

Of course one should never underestimate the impact one Blaine Anderson would have on your life. It was the first Christmas after Blaine and Kurt’s divorce and the first Christmas since Sebastian had run into Blaine at a certain halloween party that had led to them sleeping together and had finally led to them becoming something more of permanent fixtures in each other's life beyond being facebook friends after the years. It had been an utterly intense night between them but the days and times after Sebastian had felt himself giving more and more space in his life to Blaine, even if they never spoke actual words to what the relationship was. Sebastian had never been particularly good at having that conversation. He kept telling himself that it was way too soon for Blaine’s whole marriage to be tied down to anyone anyway in any real official capacity. The idea to actually spend Christmas together hadn’t ever been discussed either, it had simply happened. Sebastian had no desire to spend it with his father and Blaine had seemingly been free for the holiday- which, Sebastian suspected might have been a little white lie on his part, but why call him on it?

The snow fell slowly and leisurely outside the large glass walls of Sebastian’s expensive apartment that overlooked central park, you could barely see the sun though the grey and cloudy sky. The sound of jangling lights and a few annoyed, frustrated sounds come from the taller boy as he stood in front of the black synthetic tree that was proudly displayed- if currently naked- a little ways from him in the corner of the room. It had been a bit of a back and forth between him and Blaine about what sort of tree to get with Sebastian pulling every para-legal move he could to argue that dragging a real seven foot Christmas tree up to his apartment was a disaster waiting to happen. Who knew that law degree would come in handy for winning such a thing?

“I’m pretty sure the store sells them like this just to cause misery to everyone everywhere. Bloomingdale’s is secretly a portal to hell, this is literal proof.” Sebastian muttered as his fingers slipped through another tangled loop to try tug them apart as he gazed down at Blaine who was opening the sparkly tinsel in front of him. Any real frustration Sebastian had did seem to melt away at the sight of Blaine dressed in his adorable two piece black silk pajamas looking more like someone out of the 50’s than anyone modern, yet his hair was still gelled in place, apparently Blaine’s gel didn’t a holiday break - not on this one nor any other.

“It might explain the black Friday lines they have actually.” The shorter boy’s voice floated back at Sebastian as he narrowed his eyes in the air as if he was giving that thought some serious consideration before they fell back onto Sebastian, who was only dressed in a pair of tight black boxers since apparently the idea of any modesty at all was lost on the other. It might have been the total opposite to Blaine’s style but perhaps that was what the attraction was, Kurt felt like someone who was closed off and particular about how everything, including their relationship, was. Every choice had already been made in Kurt’s head without ever really making a proper effort to include Blaine in any of those choices. Sebastian was someone who, despite his charming smile and dirty mind actually made an effort to make him feel like he had a metaphorical seat at the table when it came to choices. Even on dumb holiday plans like this. There’s an easy laugh from Blaine as he tilted his head down as Sebastian gave another louder groan as he tugged the end of the lights from the box to only to discover a whole mess of more tangled lights. Blaine’s fingers curl around some of that silver tinsel as he pushes off the ground to close the distance between himself and Sebastian, his hand raising as he loops the tinsel around the taller man’s neck. “All right I’m only gonna say this once, Mister Smythe. You gotta breath. Your first Christmas is going great. I mean, short of christmas cookies in the oven it’s kinda perfect but that seemed like a lofty request on my part.” Blaine pointed out as he tilted his head back to meet those piercing green eyes.

There was a deep sigh from Sebastian as he let the tangle web of twinkie lights drop to the fall on a heap and instead his fingers found Blaine’s hip as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The touch is already so intimate and natural between them, easing the other against him. “I actually have no idea how to make cookies- I feel like that’s a failing on my part.” Sebastian shot back with his usual mischievous look as he gave an easy little click of his fingers before he dropped his head forward with a little brush of his tongue along his lower lip.

“ Listen, I just...wanted it to be...special. I guess.” There were about a thousand things left unsaid. Special after Kurt, after everything in high school, special after all missed years from each other's life. Most days Sebastian always tended to be someone who showed his affection and his love for someone though actions- be it sex or otherwise but he’d never tried something so...big for someone before, if the mile of broken hearts and one night stands that could literally circle the island of manhattan if you lined them up- and if if didn’t go perfect. What was the point of it in his mind?

“It is.” The reassurance from Blaine was like a calming balm and like someone had turned on a light in a very dark room all at the same time. Sebastian’s head tilted up to stare down at the shorter boy’s stupidly bright, adorable disney eyes and wide smile. Him and Blaine had shared quite a few kisses during their...undefined time to together but there was still a lot of firsts that they hadn’t had and has Sebastian leaned forward to sink his lips against the shorter boys, there was another first, the kiss was deep and indulge but it wasn’t sexual- it was like Sebastian was trying to bottle all those emotions into a single kiss. It was the sort of kiss that made time stop in movies, the sort of kiss that would make Anne Hathaway leg pop. The sort that made Blaine breathless when it finally ended, even as Sebastian’s forward dropped against his with a small smile.

“So, when are you gonna let me teach you how to make cookies?” Blaine’s voice danced over at him, full of affection as his hand reached up to cup Sebastian's neck.

“Well, now we’ve got plans for Christmas day..” Sebastian answered as he felt like the sun was going to explode out of his chest. He never wanted to not have this with the man in front of him.

Not for this Christmas Day, nor any year after. This is what he wanted, and always would.

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amberfawzy · 3 years

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Un-expecting the Expected | Para

Featuring: Miguel & Amber Hernandez (with Alexandre Reyes & Dr. Zoie Barlowe; mentions of Sofia & Demetri Hernandez) Location: Pure Space, Portland, OR & Providence St. Vincent Hospital, Portland, OR Time Frame: Friday March 26 & Saturday March 27, 2021 Notes: The evening takes an unexpected turn while at a launch party for Titan

Miguel:

Even though Miguel hadn't wanted to admit it, the Spectre launch party felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. After all the work that he had done, in addition to all of the drama that had come with the lead up to the launch, it was glad that it was finally out there in the world. In a way it let him feel like he had finally won - after Apple had cost him his first marriage and almost his fourth, after he had had things stolen, even with the lawsuit, it was the first time that he really felt like he had come out on top.

And it felt fantastic.

So he let himself enjoy the party, feeling like he had accomplished so much more than just launching a new product, and with it came a joy that was rare to see in Miguel. He had worked on the speech for a week, insisting on writing it himself. And taking to the stage, he let himself take a breath before smiling out at the crowd and starting.

Amber:

The launch party was a beautiful spectacle. Amber was enjoying their time out with Miguel and celebrating his and his company's hard work and successful premiere. It wasn't lost on them that all of this was nearly derailed a handful of months ago but they were forever grateful that the truth was uncovered and that Miguel had such a damn good legal team. In addition to their pride, they were happy to have a reason to get a little dressed up and go out with Miguel one more time before the twins were born.

After a bit of mingling about the room, conversing with some of their husband's colleagues and friends, Amber decided to sit down. Their back was aching and the Braxton Hicks had started up again. Amber took it as a cue to sit down. With a hand resting on their ballooned stomach, they picked up their water glass and took long sips, watching people gradually take their own seats as the emcee prepared to introduce Miguel. Amber smiled softly over to Andre as he sat at the same table, and then they drank some more water.

Unlike past times, however, the Braxton Hicks didn't seem to subside with the water consumption. Amber tried ignoring it so that they could listen to Miguel, but the contractions were intensifying. Brows furrowing, they took a slow, deep breath while keeping their eyes on their husband. That was, until they felt a warm gush spreading fast beneath their dress. They had read about pregnant women peeing on themselves but Amber felt fairly sure that this wasn't it. Panic quickly set in as their eyes went back to Miguel, unable to shake the alarmed expression from everywhere on their face, except for the smile stuck on their face.

Miguel:

It was hard to look out at the crowd, the lights were bright, and truthfully it took awhile for his eyes to adjust. So he focused on his speech, the tablet that he had it up on, and once he was used to the atmosphere, Amber.

They were in one of the few seats that Miguel could see, and at first he could only see their smile. And then the next time he looked, it seemed almost as if Amber was in pain. Though with the Braxton-Hicks and the fact that the twins could easily be kicking somewhere uncomfortable. But the third time that Miguel looked at his wife, it was clear that something was wrong. They didn't tend to stay uncomfortable this long and the way that their eyes looked, it just made Miguel worry.

Which the fact that it was during his speech just made it all too real.

Miguel had to find a stopping point, which wasn't easy, and reluctantly went into an ending that seemed rushed, but still wrapped things up. At least the best that he could. And as the applause walked him off the stage, he immediately went over to Amber. "Are you alright?"

Amber:

Before Miguel's speech had swiftly concluded, the pain had steadily subsided but Amber was sure that this wasn't Braxton Hicks, and she was becoming more and more sure that she hadn't accidentally peed herself. With the panic pretty firmly set in and wheels trying to turn in her mind, she tried to think of the best plan of action while drawing the least amount of attention to herself; here and now was about Titan.

While everyone applauded Miguel for his speech, Amber's expression finally fell as she exhaled, cradling her large pregnant belly. She made herself take a few deep breaths and when Miguel approached and checked on her, her voice hiked up an octave from its usual tone while she gave a few small shakes of her head. She kept the volume of her voice relatively low, "Nope! Nope, mm-mm, no. Either I've peed myself or my water broke, and I'm pretty sure it's the latter. And I'm pretty sure I've been having contractions tonight. Like real deal, non-Braxton Hicks."

During Amber's response to Miguel, Andre made his way over from the other side of the table and caught the tail end of what Amber was saying. He picked up on what was going on and said, mostly to Miguel, "I can take you both to the hospital, or I can stay here and cover for you. Whatever you need."

Miguel:

It took Miguel a few seconds to comprehend what was happening - especially that the twins had decided that NOW was the best time to come. Mentally he ran through everything else that there was supposed to happen that night, assigning what could be done to various people on the staff. Did he like it? Not really, he had been looking forward to this night ever since things with Apple ended in his favor.

But at the same time, he was excited for the babies and finally getting to meet them that for once delegating wasn't as hard as it usually was for him.

"I can get people to cover for me, I can text them from the car. Plus Mari is here and she did enough with me when we were married that she'll make sure to keep everything going. But I think driving us would be the biggest help," Miguel nodded, squeezing Amber's hand.

Amber:

While Andre and Miguel figured out next steps, Amber was rushing through a moment of anxiousness. Were they ready for this? It didn't really matter, since the twins were already exercising their independence. Until now, in their mind, they still had another couple of days before the twins were to arrive, but now that it was just a bit sooner--and starting tonight of all nights--Amber had to speed up their preparedness.

With Miguel accepting Andre's offer to drive them to the hospital, Amber returned the squeeze to their hand and took another deep breath. They picked up their clutch and carefully raised to their feet, offering their husband a brief smile. "I guess these two wanted to see what all the fun tonight was about, huh?" Keeping their hand in Miguel's and staying at his side, they followed Andre through the venue with as convincing a look of calm as they could muster while they passed guests by.

When the cool outside air hit them however and Andre approached a valet attendant to get his car, Amber dropped the calm facade, shoulders drooping slightly while the pain of the contractions started to swell again, starting across their back and swiftly gripping across their front. Before the pain could become too unbearable, Amber said, "We don't have any of our stuff. Should we stop at home first?"

Miguel:

Miguel chuckled at Amber's words, though really he had to wonder if that had something to do with it. He knew that there were some things that had a tendency to set off labor, and Miguel wondered if excitement had anything to do with it. Though while he was curious, he figured that was something that he could look up after everything was over.

There were much more important things to think about.

As the contraction hit, Miguel squeezed Amber's hand, not really sure what they needed to get through it. Sofia had been induced, so everything there had a schedule, this was completely different and in the process Miguel found himself thinking probably a little too much. "I don't think so, we can have Sofia pick up our stuff later. Or Andre can pick it up after he drops us off at the hospital, he has a key."

Amber:

Hearing Miguel chuckle helped keep a light smile on Amber's face for a bit. They used thoughts about pleasant things like that--Miguel's laugh whenever he found something funny, Demetri's genuine excitement when he did well in school, the fun they and Sofia shared at their cooking class the other month--to try and help them through the growing return of labor pain while waiting for the valet. Amber leaned a bit into Miguel, teeth pressed together as the contraction crescendoed. Their grip on Miguel's hand was tight and as they forced themself to exhale, a small groan escaped. "Hooooooooo...yeah, this is..." They couldn't think of a word to describe the feeling but about a minute after the contraction started, the pain was subsiding again, just in time as Andre's Range Rover was parked on the curb in front of them. Andre was quick to retrieve the keys and moved fast to set the car's navigation system for the hospital.

"It's a good thing I didn't drive the Corvette tonight," he commented lightheartedly, settling in the driver's seat and prepared to leave the moment Amber and Miguel were ready to go. Thankfully it looked like it wouldn't be a very long ride for the expecting couple. "Et oui, I can call Sofia and work out a plan to get your things to you as soon as possible."

Amber nodded while getting in the car, thankful to be sitting down again after getting the seat belt around their belly, they rested their head on Miguel's shoulder for the duration of the ride to the hospital, giving his hand a more tender squeeze than before. After gently reminding him, "Don't forget to text Meredith," Amber soon added, "I'm excited that we'll get to meet the twins tonight or tomorrow, but I'm sorry about your speech, hon. I know this was already a big night for you."

Miguel:

Miguel tried not to wince with how hard that Amber was squeezing his hand, because no matter how hard this hurt whatever Amber was feeling was probably worse.

"Thanks, I would appreciate that. Sofia's still inside too, so she might figure out something's going on before you get ahold of her," Miguel warned, as he sat in the car next to Amber.

"Right, thank you," Miguel said, pulling out his phone as he sent a text to Meri as well as everyone else he figured that he should let know, "I'm excited to meet them too, and don't worry about it. I'm glad that we're going to meet the twins too. So it's still going to be a big night."

Amber:

Andre nodded, peeling away from the curb and heading straight for the hospital. “We will handle it. You two focus on your little ones."

During the ride, Amber focused on breathing as steadily as possible. Only one other contraction hit during the trip to the hospital but this time, they tried not to squeeze the life out of Miguel's hand, opting instead to ball their fingers into a tight fist, nails digging firmly into their palms.

Just as Andre pulled up to the entrance, the pain faded again. Amber thanked Andre repeatedly for his help and then scooted out of the back seat with Miguel so they could get checked in at the Labor and Delivery ward.

Some time later, the two were brought to a delivery room where Amber was given a gown to change into; they were hooked up to an IV and monitors while Miguel was given paperwork to fill out. They were checked on for their progress and then given some privacy before the next round of being checked in on. Now laying in a mostly reclined hospital bed with ambient music playing low in the room, Amber spoke to their husband in between the pain and spikes in discomfort. "Can you do me a favor? If any of the nurses tries to ask me something during a contraction like nurse whatsherface kept doing, can you tell them to kindly put a sock in it until I can actually answer them?"

Miguel:

Getting to the hospital had been a big help for Miguel. He had calmed down on the car ride, and everything else once they got to the hospital had been things he had prepared for.

So his primary focus was Amber and making sure that they had everything they needed to be comfortable. He chuckled at their words, especially when he had noticed the nurse doing that. "Gladly, I'm not quite sure how she didn't notice what she was doing," he commented, "Do you need anything else? Water? Ice chips? Pudding that I am considering stealing?"

Amber:

Although Amber knew that labor wasn't going to be easy, knowing and experiencing it were entirely different, as she was discovering. She was nearly dilated enough for the epidural but not quite when they arrived, and she'd hoped that it would progress for her to get it soon. About an hour after their arrival, Andre had returned with the bag she and Miguel packed for this very occasion, and after briefly checking in on the couple once more, he headed out with a promise to return if they needed anything else.

Deeply thankful that she wasn't going through this experience entirely alone, she nodded at Miguel's words and only briefly thought over his question before saying, "Ice chips sound nice. But steal the pudding too." Another contraction started soon after she answered him, and to avoid squeezing Miguel's hand, Amber made very focused efforts to clench her fists and spread her fingers back and forth through the pain. She tried to remember to breathe but found herself holding her breath often instead.

Miguel:

Miguel nodded as he helped Amber through the contraction - only for the nurse to come back in and start talking almost as if on cue. "Can you please stop talking for a moment," Miguel asked, using the voice that Sofia called his "CEO voice" that had the tendency to command attention. And as it expected it worked. "If you would pay attention, you'd be able to tell that Amber's in the middle of a contraction and they aren't really up for answering questions. So we would both appreciate it if you would wait until after it was over and they'd be more than happy to answer then."

It seemed to work, as Miguel turned back to his wife to coach Amber through the rest of the contraction. "Okay, I'm going to go get the ice and the pudding now while the nurse is in here," he said once things started to settle down.

Amber:

Though Amber had heard Miguel address the incoming nurse, Amber only partially heard his words as they worked through the contraction. Thankful though that the nurse heeded his words, Amber put their full focus back on breathing and repeatedly flexing their hands until the pain was more tolerable. They opened their eyes and left them open, looking to Miguel and nodding with gratitude in their gaze, "Okay," and gently squeezed his forearm before he departed from the room.

Not long after speaking with the nurse, the doctor came in and checked on Amber, delivering the news they had been waiting to hear ever since arriving; things had progressed enough for them to get the epidural. That process in itself was unpleasant but much to Amber's relief, once everything had been done and the anesthesia started to kick in, they were far more at ease for the long hours that followed.

As the night went on, Amber talked a bit to Miguel, imagining what features the twins might inherit. Eventually, they were overcome by sleep and managed to get a little more than a couple of hours of light rest collectively, on and off before night turned early morning. The doctor came to periodically check on them again after they were awake to see how far their labor progressed. Amber managed another nap of sorts, late in the morning but not long after they awoke again, their doctor returned once more.

A new wave of anxiousness washed over them, waking them right back up again however, when the doctor informed them and Miguel that, after roughly 14 hours of being in the hospital, Amber was fully dilated and it was going to be time to start pushing soon. While the doctor spoke to the three nurses who had suddenly joined her in preparing for the delivery, Amber reached out for Miguel's hand, "Oh my god. This is it. This is.. it's about to happen," Amber said, their voice an uneven mix of excitement and obvious nervousness.

Miguel:

Miguel had always known that labor was a game of hurry up and wait. When Andre had come with their bags, he'd changed into a new set of clothes. And from there, there wasn't much else to do. He supported Amber, he napped when they did, and overall he just tried to imagine what it was going to be like once the babies came.

It was true, he was a lot older than he was the first time around, but he had experience, and it really had come to realize how much he had wanted more kids than only Sofia. Sure, life decided to make him wait for two decades before he got the chance to actually get there, but it was well worth the wait.

He squeezed Amber's hand as the doctor told them that it was almost time to push. "It is. You're going to do great," he stated, giving Amber a quick kiss on the head, "Just breathe with me, and squeeze my hand, and it'll all be fine," he assured them.

Amber:

Amber softly smiled to Miguel and gave a brief squeeze to his hand when he'd lovingly assured her. Nodding, Amber affirmed, "Okay. I've got this. We've got this," and set her mind to what she knew she would have to do from here. It didn't take long after that for the nurses to position Amber's feet out of the stirrups while Dr. Barlowe began coaching Amber, instructing her to bear down and push during contractions while she, the doctor, counted. Holding onto Miguel's hand while her other hand gripped the hospital bed's side rail, Amber dropped her chin to her chest, squeezed her eyes shut and, upon command from the doctor, began to push.

She very quickly lost count of how many times she had pushed or how much time had passed since the delivery started. Despite the doctor's encouragement and reassurance that she was doing a good job, Amber felt the anxiousness and excitement transforming into exhaust and frustration. Still being numbed from the epidural, she could only rely on those around her to know what was going on. Tears pricked at her eyes and blurred her vision as she pushed through yet another contraction. This time, however, relief and steady praise soon fell over the room as a small weight was placed on Amber's stomach and chest. She opened her eyes and saw one of the nurses quickly rubbing the back and clearing the mouth and nostrils of a tiny, dark-haired newborn.

"One down, one to go, Amber, good job! Take a minute and then we'll get you're other little one out here with her sister," she heard Dr. Barlowe say as Amber's head fell back against the pillow behind her. Tears streamed freely but she quickly wiped them away and brought her free hand to their firstborn twin's back at the same time that tiny chipmunk-like trills passed through the newborn's pink, plump lips. "Oh my God, hiii," Amber quietly cooed. She squeezed Miguel's hand and watched as the nurse wrapped the little girl in a blanket and carried her off to a nearby bassinet while Dr. Barlowe asked Miguel if he wanted to cut the umbilical cord. "We're gonna get her sister out here soon. It should be a lot easier this time around, Amber." to which Amber gave a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness," and wearily smiled, ready to take hold of Miguel's hand again and bring their next child into the world with some renewed energy filling her.

As Dr. Barlowe had said, the second go around had been an easier, or at least, shorter labor than the first time. Some eight minutes after the first baby had been born, her sister joined the world. Instead of the quiet little trills, however, she exercised her lungs, seemingly to their full capacity once her mouth and nose were cleared of fluids. "Congratulations Amber and Miguel," Dr. Barlowe said to both parents before inviting Miguel to cut the second umbilical cord over at the bassinet while she helped Amber through the afterbirth and cleaning up from the delivery.

Miguel:

There was nothing like the birth of a child - Miguel had thought that when Sofia was born and he thought the same thing now. There was something miraculous about it, seeing life get to come into the world at the start. And now he got to see it twice over with their daughters.

And as the first of the two came, a giant smile came to his face as Miguel looked over her features. He teared up a bit, blinking to not let the tears fall as he squeezed Amber's hand back, before going to cut the girl's umbilical cord. He used the moment to stroke the girl's face, and really look over her features.

"She's beautiful," Miguel smiled as he walked back over to Amber's side, preparing to meet the second twin. It was like everything happened all over again, though the second girl wanted to make her presence known to the world in a way that the man could already tell that she was going to have a huge personality. "You're going to be a problem, I can already tell," Miguel whispered to the girl, with a teasing smile before cutting the second cord. He then took a picture to send to Sofia and Demetri, letting them know that the twins were there. "You did great," Miguel smiled at Amber, once the picture sent.

Amber:

Both girls were here. Amber was filled to the brim with a myriad of thoughts and emotions. As Dr. Barlowe and one of the nurses finished tending to the afterbirth and cleanup, Amber wiped their eyes and thanked everyone in the room who helped bring the twins into the world. Their eyes then moved back and forth between the two bassinets, briefly catching the tender moment between Miguel and their youngest; a soft smile came to Amber's face at the sight.

When Miguel came back to Amber's side, they reached and squeezed his forearm with tender pressure. "Thanks, hon," and then looked back over as both girls were now crying, though the second was still noticeably louder than her older sister. The nurses were getting their measurements and finishing their initial exam before the girls could be given to their parents for skin-to-skin bonding. In what felt like an eternity later, the room was being cleared of the nurses while Dr. Barlowe carried one twin over to Amber first, and then the youngest twin to Miguel.

"The girls look healthy and are at a healthy weight for twins. We'll give you guys some time in here to bond, and then a couple of the nurses will move you and the twins up to a recovery room where you'll stay until you're discharged. Those rooms are smaller but there's more amenities in them. One of the pediatricians will come there to check on the girls periodically, to make sure they are both ready to be discharged when the time comes. Congratulations again, both of you."

With one of the twin's tiny cheeks resting against a bare space beneath Amber's chin, they softly replied, "Thank you so much, Zoie. I really can't say that enough." They smiled while giving feather light strokes of their fingertips to the the newborn's back, and then, not long after the four were alone, Amber turned carefully their head in Miguel's direction, keeping their voice low for the girls' sake while smiling to their husband, "You know, we have to figure out who's who here."

Miguel:

Miguel nodded at the nurse as he held the youngest girl close. It was surreal as he touched her, and watched Amber with the other baby. They were here, and they were perfect, and it was exactly what Miguel had been hoping for. "You know we could name #1 Isobel and #2 Jessamine just to keep it in alphabetical order," he commented, rocking the crying girl, "It seems kind of like the logical way to go about it."

Amber:

Amber gave a playful roll of her eyes at her husband, still smiling through his answer. "Leave it to you to go the logical route with naming our kids." She softly chuckled and continued to gently stroke their eldest twin's back. After mulling over his answer, she said, "But it beats calling them Baby A and Baby B." Shifting the position of the baby in her arms, she was able to tilt her chin down a bit and then said, "So I guess that means I've got you in my arms, Isobel," and smiled right up through softly kissing the top of her dark-haired crown. "Happy birthday, Isobel," she whispered.

Miguel:

"Well, I've always been logical," Miguel chuckled, kissing the top of Jessamine's head, "Though I have to say I'm pretty sure it was little miss Jessamine who decided to interrupt my speech earlier. It seems like something that would be her idea."

Amber:

With a small hum, Amber noted, "You have a creative side too. I'd say that both come with the territory of being at the head of a successful tech company." They watched Miguel and Jessamine and grinned again, giggling a bit at Miguel's assertion, "Probably, given how much she wanted to be heard when she was born. Maybe she was hoping to give her daddy a few pointers." While keeping as much skin-to-skin with Isobel, Amber had their eyes on their husband and youngest, adding a, "Happy birthday, Jessamine," in before saying, "I can't believe they're here now. They're both just the tiniest babies I've ever seen."

About an hour after they were given some skin-to-skin time, the nurses came in, preparing to transport the family the floor above to recovery. Isobel and Jessamine were swaddled and placed back in their individual bassinets, each baby being wheeled out by a nurse while a third nurse maneuvered Amber's hospital bed behind the twins to an elevator. The room they were taken to wasn't too far from the elevator, and after hooking Amber back to the monitors in the new room and making sure the family was settled and shown where to find everything in the room, in the nurses cleared out yet again to give the newly grown family some privacy for the time being.

#Unexpecting the Expected para #M Hernandez

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havvkinsqueen · 4 months

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---☁︎｡⋆｡ They both agreed for her to be one of the very last out of the school after the game. Not only so people wouldn't know that Chrissy Cunningham, school sweetheart, was going to buy drugs- But so people wouldn't question why she was going home with Eddie Munson. There was no issue with that. In fact, she was the one to suggest going to his home. And so; Here she was.

--- Chrissy took longer in the locker room post-game, but that wasn't a complete issue. Everyone was eager to get out and go celebrate the win. Even Jason had left with a casual 'See you later. I'm going out with the team to celebrate.' Which the cheerleader knew was a thinly veiled code for partying. One she wasn't invited to for a reason.

--- Wandering through the empty halls, the teen's heart rate seemed to rise with every passing moment. The fear that the hallucinations would start kept her hands fidgeting with her sweater in a laughable attempt to keep her mind occupied. Despite agreeing to meet in the parking lot, the blonde still found herself seeking @edhellfire 's presence in the hallways. There was something about him that made her feel... Safe. Safer than she had felt the past week, at least.

--- Pushing the doors to the parking lot open, blue eyes looked about, heart dropping at the thought he might have left. A chance at peace had slipped through her fingers. Until she spotted his van in the far corner prompting her to run to it as if running to salvation.

#everybody live for the music go round */ STARTER #friday night and everyone's moving */ PARA #edhellfire */#eddie munson */ HELLFIRE #FLASHBACK */#midnight promises */ SO IT GOES

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kennagiardi · 3 years

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 // para

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Kenna Giardi

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Wednesday, February 17th. Afternoon. Brief mention of the day before.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Lima Community Theatre. Tibideux Theatre. Brief moment at the Giardi house.

𝐓𝐋𝐃𝐑: Kenna auditions for Ilse with Flowers from Hadestown despite originally wanting to audition for Wendla (a decision she was talked out of by her mom) which also features a bit w/ everyone’s favorite crazy sister, Kendra Giardi.

“Men are kind until they aren't,“ Kenna sang out as she paced around in the living room of her home, scribbling over her music sheet of Flowers that she had printed off at Carmel’s library, but something about the song she was singing just didn’t feel like Wendla though. The only issue? Kenna had settled on singing it when Bryan Ryan announced the spring musical. Now she was a night away from her audition time, absolutely despising the song she had picked out. Maybe she should have gone with something from Bare or Next to Normal for Wendla, that would have made more sense.

Letting out a sigh and a huff, a stressed out Kenna sat down on the couch, tossing the piece of paper away from her and put her head in her hands. After rubbing tired eyes, she glanced at the clock on the end table. 11 PM. And as if to make all the matters worse, Kenna could hear booming footsteps that only meant one thing. Her mom was up and pissed. “Kenna Jade, what on God’s green Earth are you doing right now?” The matriarch demanded, tightening the white robe around her body. Shit. Kenna was always meticulous when it came to auditions because there was one simple fact. Kendra Giardi hated whenever Kenna wanted to audition for musicals.

Most of the time, Kenna would keep things hush, breaking into Carmel late at night to practice her songs and monologues so her mother wouldn’t overhear and demand her not to do the musical and for the most part it worked because by the time Kenna had been casted, there was nothing more Kendra could really do.

“I’m auditioning for Spring Awakening,” Kenna’s voice was soft, timid. The way it always had to be if she wanted to please Kendra.

“Spring a-what-now? No, no, you’re not doing that, come on. Bed. Now.”

“No.”

“No?”

Kenna Jade Giardi had royally fucked up. If there was one word that was banned in their house, it was the word no.

“I just mean...” she was at a loss for words, “Davis is auditioning!” Kenna was pretty sure Davis was auditioning at least, she knew he would, but there had been no real talk about it. Between regionals and Davis’ own plan of wooing Gigi Stone, there hadn’t been much musical talk between them. “Wouldn’t you like to see us play leads?” She asked, cringing at her own words but Kendra loved the idea of Kenna getting a boyfriend and there was no suitable man for Kenna in Kendra’s eyes than Davis Goolsby, even if he was ‘a little fruity’ (a direct quote from the woman herself)

“Oh baby,” Kendra tsked. Here it was. The condescending message. Kendra moved closer to her only daughter, tucking a piece of her dry, curled hair behind her ear. “If anyone saw you as lead potential, Davis would have never had to get Ivy St. James on your team,” she was right. Kenna may have been talented, but she wasn’t lead potential and as much as she wanted to believe she had the same pizzazz as Ivy St. James, she didn’t. The words still cut through the teenager like a piercing dagger.

“Yeah,” Kenna whispered, “you’re right,” she could already feel her tears welling and she needed to step away as soon as possible. “Um, can I still audition though?”

“Sure.”

After that Kenna had made her true decision. She would audition for Ilse. The song and monologue she had already picked out coincided more with Ilse’s character than Wendla’s anyway. Ilse was still partially a lead and Kenna would be more than content with any role in the musical. It would be fine. Ilse was fine. Ilse had to be fine.

As 4pm rolled around the following day, Kenna was sitting in her seat, jitters upon jitters flowing through her body. She was a nervous girl. Sure, she could play everything calm, cool, and collected but there was always the fear of not getting the role she wanted and she was already skimping out on Wendla, she didn’t want to skimp out on Ilse either.

Tapping her flat clad foot against the tile flooring of the waiting room, Kenna tried to keep talking to people to a minimum, but that didn’t stop her from hearing that Ivy had auditioned for Wendla. That put her more at ease, Kenna would have felt terrible for going after the same role. It was easy not to do that when Ivy had been at McKinley, but community theatre was a different ball game. Maybe this was all just fate. Maybe she was meant to audition and play Ilse from the get-go.

“Kenna Giardi, they’re ready for you,” the facilitator called out from the door. With a smile, Kenna stood up, cracked her neck, and pushed her shoulders back with a calming breath leaving her mouth. She could do this.

Entering the familiar theatre was nothing new and that made her feel much more at ease. Kenna had three Lima Players gigs under her belt so she was nothing but familiar with Bryan Ryan and what he expected out of performers, especially ones he had trusted with roles in the past. “Hello, I’m Kenna Giardi. Today I will be performing a rendition of Flowers from Hadestown and I will be performing Lynette’s monologue from Assassins,” she took a pause to allow Mr. Ryan to absorb everything she had said, “if possible, I would like to be considered for the role of Ilse, but if you see me as a better fit for another character then I will be eternally grateful for the opportunity,” after that, she motioned to the accompanists on stage to begin her song.

What I wanted was to fall asleep, to close my eyes and disappear, like a petal on a stream, a feather on the air, lily white and poppy red.

As any good auditionist, Kenna might have made use of the stage with proper blocking and small bits of choreography, but with a song choice such as hers and character such as Ilse’s, she wanted to keep everything to a strict minimum. It was a key choice for her. She stood on center stage, beginning the soft words of Eurydice’s song, her hands darting to clutch her stomach. If she wanted to play Ilse, any role in the musical at all for that matter, she had to dig deep into her emotions.

Nothing gonna wake me now, flowers, I remember fields

Kenna coursed through the first verse with ease, her voice not one faltering or trembling. She allowed her eyes to tear up, whether that was from acting or how she truly felt, she wasn’t sure. Kenna would never know what it was like to be homeless and live some bohemian life among artists, but she allowed herself to imagine. An actor’s greatest attribute was being able to put themselves in a role without truly knowing what it was like. Some could have argued that having the personal connection was more important, but Kenna didn’t lead a traumatic life. She was just a normal teen in Lima, Ohio. That’s what led her to add a certain softness to her voice, to feign the innocence yet maturity of Ilse. Something Kenna herself lacked.

I remember someone someone by my side turned his face to mine and then I turned away

With the song pushing its close, Kenna looked up and closed her eyes as she finished the lyrics to the song, bringing her arms close to his chest. With one final breath, she pulled her head down and opened her eyes, proud of the song she had performed. With a rush of adrenaline and confidence running through her, she quickly moved onto her monologue.

While Lynette was a part of the Manson Family, Kenna couldn’t help but think of Ilse when she had stumbled across the monologue late last night because the two couldn’t be more similar. Lynette had been kicked out of her home by her parents when Charles Manson had found her and convinced her to join his cult. The same could be said for Ilse who was a homeless child, kicked out by her abusive parents, forced to join an artist’s colony. It seemed like the choice for Kenna’s audition.

The monologue went by quicker than her song, but Kenna made sure to focus on every pause, every movement of her arms, clutching her chest at one point as Lynette spilled out her explanation of love for the killer. Finished, Kenna gave a smile and a nod to Bryan Ryan, immediately regretting her choice for not preparing a dance combination. She assumed he didn’t want that, but now reflecting, maybe it couldn’t have hurt.

“Thank you, you’ll hear back on Friday,” the older man said. “Thank you so much,” Kenna announced, before making her way down the steps of the stage and out the theatre door. She did good. She knew that much. And hopefully it was enough for Bryan Ryan to see her as Ilse.

#crhq:spring #tw: theres mention of charles manson?? do w/ that what u will #tw: verbal altercation #// this is quite ltrly 1500 words so feel free to skim #like a petal on a stream.#mentions: kendra giardi.#mentions: ivy st. james.#mentions: gianna stone.#mentions: davis goolsby.

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actiobellicahq · 3 years

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big news everyone... otto bagman, in the spirit of having some fun because the castle is way too grim right now, is throwing a PARTY! for one night, and one night only (the night of saturday, nov. 27th, to be exact), the ravenclaw common room will be transformed into party central.

don’t tell the professors, don’t tell the younger students (the only exception is the baby ravenclaws, they can’t be avoided, tragically), but everyone else is invited! there will be decorations, drinks, music, and more!

it’s time for otto bagman’s baggy bash!

ooc information:

this is going to be a mini dash event, lasting from FRIDAY 11TH DECEMBER to SUNDAY 13TH DECEMBER. of course you can keep threads going past the end date, but if you’re posting an event-related starter, it must be done while the event is active.

this dash event has a TWIST: we’re strongly, strongly, strongly encouraging you to channel the vibes of old roleplay, with short, fast replies and minimal para/written description. we’re going for quick fun conversations (or not fun, who are we to say what level of enjoyment they must be). your thread can literally consist of one sentence each, or even one word each back and forth, and that’s perfectly fine!

because this is just a mini event, you don’t have to hold off on your other threads/starters by any means. the rest of the dash will move as normal, just with added baby threads at the party!

enjoy!!!

#abevent #abevent006

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smythesm · 4 years

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You and I Were Fireworks- Fourth of July Weekend, 2020.

Para: - You and I Were Fireworks

Rating: PG.

Pairing: Seblaine.

When: Fourth of July Weekend, 2020

Location: Smythe Family Lake house, Ohio.

Notes: Sebastian and Blaine get a much needed escape from Massachusetts for some Summer fun. Sebastian’s favorite time of the year.

Warnings: A nice little calm before the oncoming storm. ;)

Sebastian's POV:

Sebastian’s family owned a lake house a few hours away from Westerville. He grew up going to the lake at least twice every summer (if he were in the states, of course.) and his father regularly went on fishing trips with his brothers there (Sebastian was never interested. He tried fishing once when he was 9 and almost threw up when he saw the worms.) Over the years, The Smythe’s had celebrated the 4th of July at the lake house off and on. It was always a giant bash filled with Sparkler burnt fingertips and ice cold lemonade. This year, Sabine decided to make a weekend out of it since the 4th happened to fall on a Saturday. She had invited Sebastian and Blaine and other random family members most of which he couldn’t care less about (none of the Aunts would be there, they were going on a ‘Wine Weekend’ Thank GOD.) .

What he did care about was fireworks, the smell of charcoal in the air, the sun soaking into his skin, and his feet floating in cold water. Seb loved Independence day though it didn’t really have anything to do with patriotism. It had to do with summer, melted popsicles, grilled hamburgers with heaps of charred cheese, campfires and gooey marshmallows, the scent of heat soaked asphalt mixed with sunscreen. He was a child of summer, his skin glowed when the sun touched it and he didn’t have to wear much clothing if he didn’t want to because it was always hot. No sweatshirts, or blankets, or socks. The 4th of July as the most sun drenched, sticky summer day of the year and Sebastian loved that feeling.

He was excited for Blaine to see the property. The house basically floated on the water, had an open bay where they kept the boat, a dock, and a spacious wrap around porch. The house was surrounded by trees and yellow flowers in the front that complemented its grey color. The lake itself was basically the backyard and seemed to stretch on forever. It was everything that his boyfriend loved. Sebastian even surprised the other man with some new amber colored jars so that he could collect lake water and sand when the others weren’t around.

Blaine and Sebastian drove to Ohio with Enjolras. They took turns driving, stopped for lots of snacks and to let Ras walk around, and they only bickered over the blue tooth once. Blaine sang almost every song that played and even talked Seb into singing a little bit. Blaine had kept Ras calm with his vibes and the pup sat in the back seat calmly and happily looking out the window as other cars and buildings and green grassy fields flew by.

It was a successful trip and they arrived in the evening in time for dinner on Friday night. It looked like Wick and Luke, Sebastian’s most un problematic Uncle and little cousin were there along with other random cousins and family friends of Thomas. Sebastian never felt much appreciation for his family, except for his mother. But, since meeting Blaine, he had a newfound gratitude for some of them. His boyfriend loved Wick and Luke and he liked to attend social events, since he didn’t really do anything besides magical business or arguing with his own father. Which wasn’t very different for Seb (minus the magic) but, at least he had his mother and his Uncle Wick and Luke.

Blaine’s POV:

Sabine inviting Sebastian and himself to Ohio couldn’t have come at a better time for Blaine, it was also the cause of a rather emotional argument. Tensions had already been rising between him and his father at LeFay and Blaine’s anxieties and fears were beginning to catch up to him. He hated the bickering and the knowing, frustrated looks Will Anderson threw at him every time he mentioned that he had some sort of gig or that he wouldn’t be back for the night for some reason or another. He hated it even more when Will threw Sebastian, without saying his boyfriends name, back into his face. He could still hear the echoes of his father’s voice when he told him he wouldn’t be home much this weekend.

You must really think I’m stupid, Blaine. I know where you go. I know who you’re seeing and I know what he is. Blaine had given him a firm head shake and an even firmer proclamation that he didn’t know what the hell Will was talking about. Blaine’s hands had shook, and his voice grew thick when he’d spoken, but he stood his ground. For his part, Will had thrown his hands up, yelled a few more things about Blaine’s life being worth more than some silly fling and then, and this still surprised Blaine, his father’s words cut off like he didn’t have any steam left in him and he looked for a moment like his face might break into tears before turning away from Blaine and waving a dismissive hand at him. Mumbling for him to just be safe. Blaine quietly promised he’d check in to keep himself from getting into trouble again and left the room. As Blaine packed for the trip, he had to wonder if Will knew that, even though it was supposed to be impossible, Sebastian was his Fate. His soul mate. That he was so much more than a fling.

Blaine tried his best not to ponder too hard about this or else it would eat him up the whole weekend and that was the last thing he needed. He needed to calm down and relax, he needed to not think about LeFay or his father’s haunted face as he spoke about Sebastian and Blaine. He needed to focus on this trip, and being away and spending time with people that didn’t make him feel like he was an awful person for being in love. It made him feel selfish and guilty because he could still see that look in his dads eye and it reminded him just a bit of when his mom died but… he pushed it away and replaced his worries with an easy, warm smile and embrace for Sabine, a firm handshake accompanied by a clap on the shoulder for Thomas, open laughter for Wick and Luke and a wide eyed wonder over the enchanting slice of nature that was the Smythe family lake house. He made a promise to himself to tell Seb about his worries and the argument with his dad later, but for now he needed this peace. Besides, he had a few new lovely jars that needed to be filled and he didn’t want to tarnish their trip and Seb’s gift with a melancholy memory.

The dinner had gone by fast, the night ending with drinks for the adults by the fire, Sebastian had even relaxed enough and rested his head on Blaine’s shoulder, and there were sparklers for the younger ones. There was an openness among the family that seemed to be missing from the two Thanksgivings Blaine had spent with the Smythe’s and he wondered if it might have to do with the absences of the infamous Aunts. The night ended slowly and they fell asleep in a room with open windows, and lake breeze reminding him of their first trip to the island together. They fell asleep wrapped around each other with Ras snuggled at their feet and he could feel that Freya, sneakily, was nearby keeping watch.

The next morning brought fresh fruits and rich coffee for breakfast and a warm Summer breeze rustling through full green trees sending ripples throughout the massive lake. The gentle sway of their boat, warmed by Sebastian’s favored sun almost lulling Blaine to sleep as he lay on his stomach on the boats deck, his head propped up on his left hand, his right hand idly connecting the dots of Sebastian's star dusted freckles, his leg hooked just so over Seb to keep them close. It was just the two of them out there, everyone else felt a million miles away for just a moment and Blaine could have stayed this way forever. It was so close to perfect. He could hear the splashes of water as Ras and seven year old Luke, Wick and few of the other cousins played near the shore. It brought Blaine back to a soothing reality and he gave a little laugh and a lazy smile as he sent little magical splashes of lake water towards the shore, making it seem as if the water were chasing Luke and Ras and the rest. He probably shouldn't have been doing it, but the delighted giggles from the boy and the barks from Ras made Blaine happy and not much could ruin this moment.

He could feel Sebastian's green gaze and he turned his head, his smile still lazing around on his face. “What?” He laughed, leaning in to nuzzle at Seb’s shoulder. “Mm, you don’t suppose your mom would let me cook breakfast for everyone tomorrow, do you?”

Sebastian's POV:

Sebastian had all of his favorite things in one place; summer, his favorite holiday, and Blaine. The moment felt perfect; the sun beating down onto his skin, the boat gently swaying, the scent of algae and coconut from the sunscreen Sabine kept in the boat. It was Blaine’s strong fingertips tracing over his skin, the sound of his youngest cousin and his dog barking, Blaine humming and laughing a little himself. He lifted his head up and noticed Blaine gently moving his hand back and forth. Sebastian sat up a little more to look back at the shore where it seemed tiny waves were chasing a glee filled Luke around as Enjolras playfully bit and stomped on the waves. He slid his black RayBan sunglasses down the slope of his nose to look over at his boyfriend. “You better be careful,B. Luke’s gonna be on to you.” Sebastian smiled a lazy smile, calmed by the sun’s rays and lulled by the lake’s rhythm. He stretched out his long legs, wiggled his toes, and turned his face up towards the sky. “I think she’d love that. Though, she might insist on helping out. You really wanna cook for all these people?” Seb let his eyes rake over the other man’s muscular body. They were both starting to tan already. Sebastian sighed a happy, dazed sigh. “Of course you do.” He reached out and poked Blaine’s ribs gently. “You’re sweet. We should probably head back. We have the crab boil and Wick’s fireworks tonight.”

Sebastian and Blaine chased Luke and Ras around in the water for a little bit before heading in to take showers, get distracted by each other in said showers, only to change into new swim trunks and tank tops. Sabine had caterers come in to make a crab boil for the family. She had picnic tables set up, filled with buttery crab legs, corn on the cob, and red potatoes. There were cold beers for the adults and even a sno-cone machine set up by said caterers for the kids. Sebastian would be damned, though, if he didn’t get his hands on a cherry sno-cone. They ate too much and laughed and drank until it was dark enough for the fireworks to begin.

He and Blaine helped set off a few small fireworks at the beginning of Wick’s display. Sebastian stooping low to light the little fuse on whatever weird firework his uncle had picked out, only to take off running with Blaine so that nothing sparked on them. The three of them laughing and jumping around like they were all teenagers again. Sebastian had gotten a spark on his grey Sperrys and danced around like a crazed duck, his adrenaline spiked, laughing so hard after that his sides hurt.

The two of them found themselves on a blanket in the warm green grass, looking up at the colorful explosions in the sky. Sebastian felt a little tipsy from the adrenaline of setting off fireworks and the crisp beers and the scent of lake breeze trapped in Blaine’s curls. His younger cousins and family friend’s children ran around with sparklers and Ras was asleep at Sabine’s feet as she lounged in an Adirondack chair. “You keeping him calm?” Seb pointed at the sleepy pup.

Blaine’s POV:

Blaine had to fight to keep from smiling too big and he gave a shrug in regards to Seb’s statement, his grin a little mischievous. “Ah well, he’s seven. Sometimes kids need something to believe in. This isn’t the first time I’ve given Luke a little glimpse though, remember?” He asked, his hand resting on Seb’s sun kissed thigh as his boyfriends shifted positions so he could watch the activities on the shore. He thought back to the Thanksgiving he’d met Luke, the five year old had seemed fascinated with Blaine from the get go as if he were someone akin to Santa Claus. Sometimes human kids just knew when a person had magic whether they showed it off or not. The memory of making the curtains dance was a fond one for Blaine and he’d put it on the shelf along with this boat and the pup biting at his magical little waves and the kid chasing them. “Besides, he’ll forget all about it as he gets older. Kind of like most kids do with Santa Claus and so on.” All children grow up and sadly most of them didn’t take their imaginations with them into adulthood. Blaine just wanted to bring a little bit of happiness into a world that was sometimes incredibly dark.

He thought for a moment, taking a visual headcount of all the people he’d have to cook for and nodded to Seb. A sheepish smile creeping over his face at Seb’s sighing of course you do. “Yeah, I want to. Everyone here has been so welcoming, especially your mom. I suppose I don’t actually have a say on whether she helps me or not. It’s her kitchen after all. I just want to do something nice. And I don’t know if you’ve noticed but food is one way that I show appreciation.” He laughed, a little thrill shooting though his body when Seb poked him, the gesture tickling him. His cheeks flaring up in a blush at being called sweet. He nodded, and moved to sit in the proper seat so Seb could steer them back with a silly, “Aye, Captain.” and a wink.

The holiday went on in a blur of Luke and Enjolras running around in circles from the two of them. Wick tipping a couple of the younger kids into the Summer warmed lake water. Ras whined when he could follow Sebastian and Blaine back into the bathroom while they shared a shower that somehow turned more intimate than intended with mouths and skin touching skin. Blaine’s cheeks were red when they emerged back at the gathering a short time later and not from the sun. He sipped on a beer during dinner, hoping the lot would think it was just from the drink and the sun. And they laughed at each other’s Sno-Cone stained mouths. Seb’s cherry red and tempting and Blaine’s an unnatural shade of blue as he happily ate the sticky sweet cotton candy flavor he’d chosen. The smell of fireworks and sunscreen and lake water filled the air and Blaine couldn't stop laughing at his boyfriend for all of his hopping about, the laughter pouring out of him as Seb squeaked and giggled like a teen as his shoe was singed. And for just this moment, remember why he’d been so upset before coming here.

He found himself relaxed on their blanket, following Seb’s line of sight to where Ras and Sabine sat close by. Red, white, blue and a tangle of other colors crashing overhead, lighting up the sky as he slipped his hand into Seb’s, giving his boyfriend a squeeze to reassure him. “Yes.” Blaine had made it his mission to make sure Ras didn’t get too nervous with all the fireworks. He’d been sending out a pleasant wave of energy to Seb’s companion all night long. Blaine turned his head and pressed a kiss to Seb’s shoulder before pulling back to smile up at him. The taller man tasted like the sun that he loved so damn much and Blaine was quiet for a moment as he basked in his glow. “Yeah, I have and well, Frey’s here also. She’s been hiding and watching him since we got here. I think the water and the fire are making her nervous.” He chuckled lowly, scooting a little closer to Seb. “She’s been watching all of us actually, I think. She knows a few of your favorite people are here so she feels obligated to keep us all safe. But, between you and me I think she’s mostly ere for Ras as well as your mom.” He paused, his thumb running over Seb’s knuckle gently. “Speaking of your mom- she’s gonna let me cook!” He laughed again, warmly. “She’s insisting on helping, so you were right about that. But, I get to cook. So, I guess I’ll be getting up a couple hours early tomorrow.” He leaned up and kissed Seb’s jaw. “Try not to miss me too much.”

He thought back to when he’d approached Sabine about doing breakfast, somewhere between dinner and Sno-Cones. She squeezed his hands comfortingly, her pretty face lighting up in a smile and a little eye roll that was reminiscent of Sebastian’s as she said of course you want to help. And of course you can. It pleased Blaine so much and again he struggled to remember what he’d been so worried about. But, he supposed that was the point. “Hey.” He mumbled and nudged Seb’s shoulder in an attempt to get him to look away from the colorful sky. “I love you so much, you know? In case I haven’t told you today.” He smiled fully,a little goofy, his face open and worry lines gone for the moment. “I’m sorry, it’s all just so romantic right now I just can’t help myself.”

Sebastian’s POV:

Sebastian nodded. “Thanks for doing that. He usually has to stay inside anytime there are fireworks.” He chuckled and shook his head because of course Freya was at the lake. “She’s magical, though. She’d be fine, right?” Sebastian looked at the lingering smoke in the night sky. “I mean, it is probably for the best that she stays hidden. Luke might try to take her home and how would we get out of that one?” He laughed a little to himself, picturing seven year old hands clutching the massive white fluff of Blaine’s familiar. Sebastian could imagine her bitchy face perfectly. He caught Blaine’s hand in his, “I’m glad. You’ll have fun together, I’m sure. She’s not the best cook but she tries. Not that I’m one to talk.” Sebastian smiled and looked down into Blaine’s warm eyes, they were practically sparkling with excitement. “You know I’ll be sleeping in.”

He looked back up after a loud ‘boom!’ sounded above them, the night sky filled with green and gold bursts of light. Sebastian looked back at the other man when he felt the nudge. He smiled, “I love you so much back.” Seb couldn’t help but chuckle and roll his eyes playfully. “That is one of the most you things you’ve ever said. Today was pretty great. Thanks for coming with me.”

Seb leaned in and gave Blaine a kiss as a big red firework exploded above them, painting their skin in a faint scarlet glow. “We should probably head inside soon since you have to get up early. Ras will probably stay out here with my mom. He loves her and doesn’t get to see her often.” He stood up and held his hand out to help the other man up. They walked over and said goodnight to Sabine, Sebastian gave her a kiss on the cheek and ruffled his pup’s shaggy fur. He felt the only kind of tired that you feel after a long day of sun and water. The kind of tired where skin has summer heat trapped inside and your bones feel water logged. Seb knew that he was going to fall asleep fast and soundly.

He had hardly stirred when Blaine left for the kitchen with a kiss but the smell of bacon definitely brought him out of his heavy slumber. Sebastian’s stomach growled and he could hear the din of dishes, the click of paws on tile, and his mother’s laughter float from the kitchen. He ran a hand over his sleepy eyes and stretched his limbs, threw on his tank top and green trunks from the night before and headed towards the welcoming sounds and smells. Sebastian walked in to see his boyfriend and mother finishing up the impressive spread, laughing and talking like old friends. Wick was working on pouring himself some coffee and nudged his own cup towards Sebastian. He took it with a grateful smile. Luke was sleepily nursing a bowl of watermelon. The rest of the family and guests were still asleep. “Smells great in here.” Seb’s voice was low and sleepy, he was sure his hair was still a mess. “Can I steal some of that bacon before Ras gets it all.”

Blaine’s POV:

After bidding Sabine and the pup and a few of the other adults a goodnight (the kids had fallen asleep in a haze of fireworks and excitement) Blaine let Sebastian lead him up the stairs and the two of them fell asleep hard, their energetic, sun soaked weekend catching up to them. Blaine’s arms wrapped tightly around Sebastian. He hardly even stirred when not even an hour later the door opened and an equally sleepy Ras padded in and fell asleep at their feet again. Blaine jerked awake once sometime around four in the morning, his subconscious telling him he was forgetting something. He pulled himself from Seb, and grudgingly popped himself back into his LeFay room to check in, making sure the magic in the school knew that he was around before he let himself go back to Sebastian’s arms for the night. The next thing he knew he was being quietly nudged awake by a bright eyed, fresh faced Sabine Smythe, already dressed and ready to conquer the day. She left the room so he could get ready and he couldn’t help but smile to himself as he got dressed and made his way down to the vast, open kitchen.

A familiar tug pulled at his heart as he thought back to all the times his own mother would wake him up so they could cook for his dad. And while he knew that Sabine wasn’t his mother it still lifted his heart knowing that she was there for him with the gentle way she showed him around the kitchen and the warm way she spoke to him. Plus, it made him happy knowing how much she loved Sebastian and seemed to be fond of Blaine himself. It meant a great deal to him and he hoped his smile and gratitude showed it. She’d even let him show her how to make the pancakes so that they’d be extra fluffy and she showed him how to brew a better pot of coffee, which was saying something as Blaine prided himself on his coffee and tea skills. Blaine had given Luke a bowl of watermelon to tide him over while they cooked. Both him and Sabine laughing as the kid all but fell asleep into his bowl. He smiled shyly up at his boyfriend as he heard his familiar sleep raspy voice coming down the stairs. He piled a generous amount of bacon on a plate for Sebastian and slid the plate over to him. He even managed to sneak Enjolras a piece.

“Good morning!” He greeted, and pressed an almost shy kiss to Seb’s lips as a hello. His cheeks were a little red knowing they had an audience, but Sabine’s energy seemed pleased, and Luke just huffed like children did when adults did adult things and Wick was too busy sucking down his coffee to even seem to notice. Slowly, one by one, the rest of the group arrived all of them seemingly impressed by the spread the two of them had prepared. Even Thomas Smythe, who rarely seemed impressed unless you presented him with a two hundred year old bottle of wine, was impressed. Giving Blaine a nod and a half smile over his morning paper. They ate, and talked and laughed for the next hour, the Sunday morning going just as smoothly as the rest of the weekend had and Blaine found himself not wanting to leave just yet. Alas, the two of them had a twelve hour drive ahead of them and if they wanted to be back before midnight they needed to leave soon. It wasn’t practical to magic travel with Ras in tow so a long drive it was. After their meal Blaine and Sebastian both helped leave the kitchen in the condition it was in when they arrived and went off to pack up.

They said their goodbyes, hugging Sabine and promising they’d be back around soon. A handshake for Thomas and Wick, and nods of farewell to the rest. Blaine had a breif talk with Luke about Star Wars and Harry Potter that Seb even joined in with where he could and they promised they’d see him on Thanksgiving this year. And maybe, yeah, maybe Ras could come. By eleven that morning they were off and on their way home. Ras was already snoring lightly in the back seat with Blaine’s help. Promises of Freya waiting for him when he got home lulling him. Though Blaine knew that Ras knew she had been nearby the whole time.

Somewhere around the six hour mark, after stopping for dinner, Blaine managed to let himself think about his dad and their disheartening conversation on Friday night. He reached for Seb’s hand before he started the car back up to finish their drive and quietly told him all about what had happened. Telling him that he didn’t want to tell him before because he didn’t want to ruin the weekend with his worries. His boyfriend had listened intently, a little frown on his face before cupping Blaine’s face and kissing him gently and telling him that he understood, and that he was there for him and made Blaine promise not to keep his worries to himself anymore in the future. It wasn’t going to ruin things, if anything Seb could make Blaine feel better about it if he’d let him. Blaine had promised and they finished the drive in a flourish of loud music and bad gas station coffee. The clock reading 12:06 am when they finally let themselves into Seb’s apartment. Ras bound over to Freya and licked her face like he hadn’t seen her in weeks. She then gave both Blaine and Seb a sniff before settling down on the couch with a sleeping Ras, apparently she was tired from the weekend too. Blaine and Seb managed to pull their luggage into the bedroom before sharing a quick, exhausted shower to wash the traveling away. The two of them fell into bed exhausted, eyes already closing, arms pulling each other close and their mouths pressing together in a sleepy kiss that promised something more tomorrow night.

/fin.

#seblaine #seblaine para #seblaine witch rp

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beautcous · 3 years

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Kidnapped || Violet Self Para

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Violet could feel the cotton material of the blindfold growing wetter with her tears as she sat on the chair that she was tied to. How did things escalate this quickly? One minute she was headed to Ryan’s office from the elementary school she taught at and the next, she’d been captured and thrown into the trunk of a car. She’d scream and pounded at the carpeted lining of the trunk in the hopes that someone would hear her, but to no avail. By the time she got to wherever the kidnapper had taken her, it was dark and the first thing she saw was a bright light shining straight on her eyes. It blinded her, therefore, not allowing her to see her captor or giving her the chance to run. Out of nowhere, she felt something sharp entering her thigh and before she knew it, she was drifting into a deep sleep. When she woke up, she was tied up. Her first instinct was to cry out and to beg for the kidnapper to release her, but she must be alone since was met with silence.

Her next thought was on Ryan. He would notice her disappearance, right? After all, she was supposed to be heading to his office. It was their Friday date night. He would be worried about her and would make sure that everyone knew of her disappearance. All she had to do now was wait and stall the kidnapper. The thing was she needed to know why she was being kidnapped. Did they want money? That had to be it seeing as her husband was a multimillionaire. Why else would someone want to kidnap her?

“You’re awake.” The voice of her captor rang around the room.

Why was it that it sounded familiar? She’d heard it before, but in the state that she was in, she just couldn’t pin point why it sounded so familiar to her.

“Why have you taken me?” She asked, making sure that she sounded defiant instead of what she truly felt like—terrified out of her mind.

For some reason, she could sense him moving closer despite the lack of the sound of his footsteps as he approached her. It made her skin crawl, which was perpetuated further by the feel of his fingers running along her cheek.

She flinched, moving away from his touch and hissing, “Don’t touch me!”

“Feisty… I’ve never seen this side to you, Sunshine. I’ll have to say that I like it.”

Violet froze, her heart thudding so fast, she was sure he would have heard it. Only one person called her Sunshine. “Lucas…?” She asked, disbelievingly.

He peeled off her blindfold then and after her eyes adjusted to her surroundings, she saw him smirking at her. His eyes that were once filled with kindness held a darkness in them. He didn’t look like the Lucas she knew, he looked deranged.

“Good. You do remember me.” He said, still smiling at her as though he was pleased with the fact that she noticed him.

“Why?” She asked, wanting answers.

“Why?” He mimicked mockingly, “I want you, Violet. I love you. You were mine before that arrogant son of a bitch took you away from me!”

His tone might’ve started calm, jovial even, but now, he was angry. The man looked downright crazy as he waved his hand around.

“I don’t love you. I’m in love with Ryan. He’s my soulmate.” She told him, perhaps hoping that he would realize that he would never get what he wanted from her.

“He stole you away from me!” He growled yet again, making her ears ring, but then just like that, his demeanor changed and he was calm once more. Lucas’ fingers were back on her chin and when he spoke, he sounded like the man she knew. “You’ve forgotten our love, but that’s okay, I’ll remind you. Eventually, you’ll love me again.”

“I won’t. I will never love you…” She responded with tears shining in her eyes.

He shifted closer, so close that his breath fanned her skin. Being with Lucas used to soothe her, aroused her even, but now she felt sick to her stomach. She would do anything to make him leave her alone. She didn’t want him, she wanted Ryan.

“You will, Sunshine. All I need is time and I have plenty of it.” His lips grazed her cheek and like before she flinched, moving away from it. Thankfully, it didn’t faze him. He simply chuckled before backing away. “You must be hungry. I’m going to make us both dinner. I’m making your favorite; Chicken Tacos. You’ll love it.”

Not her favorite, or at least it won’t be anymore after this. Once he disappeared, she felt more tears falling, but when she realized that crying wouldn’t do her good, she stopped and began thinking up ways for her escape. Violet might be bound now, but somehow, she would play her cards right and make him release her. She was determined to get out of this. She had to do it, not only for herself, but also for Ryan.

#self para: violet sterling

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floosies · 4 years

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Series: La Munenca del Barrio

Warnings: NSFW, Blood, violence, smut, strong language, and drug use

SIdenote: Spanish text (this chapter will focus on Maritiza and Rafael)

Rocio Cruz lives in a Brooklyn block best known for its vibrant and ignored community. What she always ignored though was the underground scene in the borough, the evils that lay in it and its people. That all comes to an end when she’s introduced to those things she ignored.

Chpt. 6: Estoy Pensando en Ella

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Maritza Dolores Rosales was born into a small town in Guerrero, Mexico in 1968. Her parents were people who didn’t make much but lived day by day. When she was 9 they moved to America, where her papa started working as a cook in restaurant and her mama made dresses for gringos. By the time she was 18, her father took over the restaurant from the old man who used to own it.

Rafael “Pajarito” Mateo Cruz was born into a similar situation in Aguadilla, Puerto Rico in 1965. His father had left him and his family when he was 6 for another women. In time he would be the one who’d have to provide for his mother and two younger siblings. By the time he was 20, he’d leave his home for search for more money.

(1988)

It was a busy night at the restaurant and she was on her shift, working so she could have some Friday’s off with friends to go see the other side of New York. Pajarito was going to have dinner with a couple of the guys from work. They knew the right spot to go get something quick and see pretty girls. That was where he saw her, in her red apron and white dress. He swore he saw an angel in the flesh.

He kept an eye on her while he ate. She was too important for him in that moment and his friends caught on, “te gusto la nena? Es hija del dueno de aqui, cuidado que ella no se deja con quien sea.” One of them said to him, but she’s caught him staring at her enough for her to notice. She went back to the kitchen waiting for her next order to be ready, a girl who gossiped more than the senoras verduleras around the block worked with her as a waitress as well, “tu sabes algo del prieto sentando en la ultima mesa?” She looking at the man she’d fall in love with. The girl looked a bit concerned as she followed Maritza’s stare, “cuidado con el, que trabaja con ojos azules.” He was cute and that piqued her interest enough.

Behind her parents’ back she took the risk. Somehow the whole working with the mob didn’t faze her at all. Maritza was far more invested on him as a person. He was sweet, gentle, and honest with her. Of course he was, he adored her and her way of being. With money saved, he bought an apartment. Something they could call theirs and not have to worry about her threatening papa who said he’d slice Rafael into two if he saw him near his daughter again after they got caught kissing behind the restaurant one night.

It wasn’t much later that they were engaged, mainly because Maritza had become pregnant with a girl. To say her parents were beyond upset was an understatement pero que hacer. On the other hand by the time she admitted it to everyone, Rafael was doing good financially, enough to bring his family over. They didn’t like New York though, “mami pero tengo los chavos para que tenga un lugarsito serca de mi.” He tried to plead to her, but she wasn’t alone. He’d brought over his siblings too, sus manos Matias, Beatriz, y Lucas. They were kids unlike him, the eldest of the three was Beatriz but she was only seventeen.

He couldn’t get them to stay but they didn’t go back. Turns out some of his father’s family who’d got to America years before Rafael was willing to help his mama find a place in Florida. They hated his father for being a deadbeat, that was their answer as to why they were helping. Rafael was just glad he got them out of Puerto Rico and somewhere nicer. He’d send them money every other week. When the wedding came, it didn’t come easily. Everyone wanted a say on the music, the church, the guests, whatever they could basically control. Rafael tried to comfort Maritza who was beyond aggravated with all of it.

That wedding was a masterpiece though. Ojos Azules made sure que todo sea al puro cien, nothing was cheap. The reception made Maritza cry with happiness. She’d married well, even her parents agreed. Doña Constancia was very happy too, her son had made a good life for himself and never left his family out of his wealth, plus she had a grandchild on the way. In her head, Maritza was getting everything she’d ever wanted from life.

Money wasn’t a problem, the apartment was nice, and she was going to have a baby girl. For a good while, she even forgot what her husband did as work. Until it got bad. Right before the baby was born, there was a fear of traitors in Ojos Azules “corporation” and that led to more dirty work for her pajarito.

He was loyal and where she admired him for it, at the same time she’d wish he wasn’t. Because his loyalty was to that old man just as much as it was to her. Sometimes he’d be brought home by his co-workers so that he wouldn’t get hurt. See Rafael was quiet but not stupid, he always spoke spanish to make the gringos think he didn’t understand shit. He knew everything though and he’d always report back to his boss. Like a little parrot or song bird, he’d ruin people before they even got the chance to begin their plan. (You could see why his arrest was a celebration to many)

Some nights he’d be home covered in blood, not his, but that didn’t matter when it was dripping all over the floor, off his shoes. Thankfully it died down for a while. A good while, that allowed for Rocio’s birth to be a beautiful peaceful occasion. When Maritza found out that her family would be blessed with financial help that would span a lifetime to Rocio, she was beyond thrilled. Her daughter would never grow hungry like she did many times. Rafael thanked his boss profusely with tears in his eyes. He really believed that God had heard his prayers after all.

When Rocio was five though, all hell broke loose. Ojos Azules had died and a new guy was in charge. Rafael hated him with a passion, the man wouldn’t let him go home until he felt like it. The “paychecks” would come late or missing the full amounts and what was supposed to be for his daughter never showed up. Maritza knew hard times were coming, pero todo se trueno when at a block party they were at was balasiado by a man working with Rafael, they were after him and his friend. His friend was shot and died in front of her daughter. That’s when her blood boiled and she hated him Mika too.

Did she support the coup to kill him? Legally? No, never she was a respectable women and mother. If anyone else was asking, she would’ve killed him with her bare hands and made sure he knew who he’d fucked with. Mika died pleading like the little bitch he was. She was happy when he died, she prayed to God for forgiveness about those feelings but he’d ruined her daughter’s life, technically. Months after his death and Rubio taking over as the youngest boss in Brooklyn’s history, Maritza was pregnant again, with twins.

Rafael felt at ease again, his life was calm again. Then it came, in a whirlwind, while Rocio was at school. Maritza pleading that they had the wrong man, cried for her them to let go of her husband. It was too late, he was gone. An anger built up, a pain so strong that never died so much as it dulled into sadness. Rocio would never find out what really happened, she knew better than to hurt her that way.

The beautiful apartment was gone. Steve Rogers had sent her a message to go into hiding for awhile as they interrogated Rafael. Her parents didn’t say much about their son-in-law. Any money that Rubio would send would be sent back. Her pride and her resentment made her despise that type of life even more. Then came the news that he wouldn’t be coming home anytime soon. She worked her hands raw and raised three children, still holding hope that he’d be back soon

-Present Day

As she cooked dinner in the small kitchen of the apartment, a knock came at her door. Outside stood an old friend of Rafa’s. Quintero held an envelope for Maritza. As she opened the door and saw him, the color on her skin drained, “que haces aqui.” She whispered with a bit of anger and fear. He held out the envelope, “tu pajarito va a volar otra vez muy pronto. Quiere el que estes ahi.” He spoke quietly but with a stern voice. Inside the envelope was the court hearing date and place for the release of Rafael Mateo Cruz.

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