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ptergwen · 3 years

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hi val! i'm the one who sent in that peter annoying reader request. god that was such a good one i felt it 😂 can i ask for a part 2 for that?? maybe the reader somehow tells brad that she has a crush on peter so that was why she was so hurt he made fun of her, and brad helps her plotting against peter, it ends up peter being absolutely mad?? How it ends is up to you val! Thank you!!

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w/c: 1.4k

warnings: swearing and jealous peter hehe

a/n: here’s part one :,) i really like this concept so i ended up doin a oneshot

“ok, y/n. be honest,” brad prompts you, the two of you walking home from decathlon practice. “were you really crying because you didn’t remember the first president?” his lips pull into a knowing smirk. you bite a smile back and hold on to your backpack straps. “i mean, that’s part of it.” “say more,” he bumps your shoulder with his.

“i was crying because peter probably thinks i’m stupid now,” you admit, your grip tightening on your backpack. brad doesn’t try to cover up his scoff. “who cares what peter thinks?” squinting at him, you hit his arm lightly. “i do. he’s my friend.” “so am i. it shouldn’t be any different,” brad points out, clearly offended.

the sidewalk is empty except for you two, so you stop walking. brad does the same and makes a face at you. “right?” “no. i...” you take in a breath. you’re not looking forward to his reaction. “i like him. i like peter.” brad’s face goes from confused to terrified.

him and peter have hated each other for as long as you’ve known them. it’s why you keep him separate from the rest of your friends.

“he made you feel like crap, y/n! he’s a-“ “don’t call him a dick again,” you cut brad off and start to walk without him. he quickly catches up, his eyes still fixed on you. “i don’t get it. the dude pretty much says he’s better than you, and you like him,” brad tries to change your mind. too bad for him, you’re not easily persuaded.

“he was just playing around. he didn’t know i was actually upset, or he would’ve stopped,” you defend peter and your taste in guys. “we do that.” “y/n, please. you have so many other options,” brad all but begs, moving so he’s in front of you. he’s walking backwards now. you step past him and leave him behind you.

“no, brad. i’ve liked him for a while already,” the hurt is evident in your voice. you didn’t expect him to be happy about this, but jeez. could he show some support? brad picks up on your mood change and feels bad about it. unlike peter, he has self awareness. “i’m... sorry. are you gonna, like, tell him?” he asks with a nervous smile.

you smile back, yours wicked. “sort of. that’s where you come in.”

the next day at school, peter looks for you first thing. everyone is at your locker. everyone including brad. whatever, that’s not important right now. his main focus is on telling you how awful he feels about yesterday.

mj notices him walk up first, so she takes a step back to open the circle. she presses her lips together and clears her throat. that gets ned’s attention. ned realizes peter is here and offers an awkward smile. peter nods at him and turns to you. his eyes are already pleading.

the smile that was just on your face fades out. “oh,” is all you murmur out, then add, “hi.” “hi,” peter drags the word out. he glances over at brad. he’s standing too close to you for peter’s liking. squeezing his eyes shut, they land on you when he opens them.

“listen, y/n. i’m so sorry about everything i said. i didn’t realize i was the only one laughing,” peter tells you, every word sounding genuine. ned looks between the two of you sadly. “there’s.... there’s no excuse,” he keeps going. your features soften from the look of guilt on his face.

mj nods at you as a way of saying to let him finish. she would never let shit like this slide, so you know peter has to mean it.

“and i don’t think any less of you. it was a mistake,” peter’s eyes drop down to the floor. “i’ve said the wrong answer before, too.” those words heal what the ones from yesterday broke. you’re fully ready to forgive him now. “thank you. that made me feel a lot better,” you give peter a small smile.

“we’re good,” you assure him, peter now sporting a grin of his own. that is, until brad throws an arm around your shoulders. he’d almost forgotten he was there. you lean back against his chest as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

huh?

the rest of the group gets into a conversation about what you should do over the weekend. guess that means brad will be there. peter doesn’t hear a single word because he’s too busy staring at you. you’re cuddling in the middle of the hallway with the only person on earth he completely hates.

brad is right on time whenever he messes up. the one time it’s with you and now he’s, what, your boyfriend? it’s not fair.

you’d drafted a plan with brad last night to get this exact response. you convinced him to fake date you. peter would hopefully get jealous, which he did, and that would prove if he likes you or not. it’s also good payback for making you cry over abraham lincoln.

brad didn’t want to do it at first because anything that ends with you dating peter, he refused to be part of. you brought up the fact that he would get to piss him off all day. then, he fell in love with the idea.

you stay attached to brad’s side all day. holding hands when you walk from class to class, sitting close to him at lunch. he’s never joined your group for lunch before. plus, you normally sit next to peter. he has to sit next to betty today. she talks a lot.

part of peter thought you liked him. he has other friends who are girls, and he doesn’t act the same with them. is your banter not flirting? did he interpret everything wrong? apparently he did because now you’re kissing brad’s cheek while he sips his orange juice.

that’s it for him. he gets up from the bench without any explanation and takes off, not bothering to bring his stuff. you pull away from brad and frown.

“i think it worked,” he comments, casually wiping his cheek with the back of his hand. ned and mj share a look. “you’re aren’t... dating?” she points at you and brad, which you shut down. “no, we’re fake dating. i like peter.” “oh, shit. you do? he likes you too!” ned blurts out. betty’s eyes grow the size of her whole face.

“how did i miss this? you guys don’t tell me anything!” she scolds you all and grabs your hand. “you have to go after him.” you look over at brad, who gives you a nod of approval. he’ll learn to hate peter a little less for you. “i am,” you decide and quickly slip out from the table. everyone shouts good luck wishes after you.

you find peter in a stairway on the second floor. he takes it to get to his next class, so you thought to come here. he’s sitting on the staircase with his arm on the railing. his head is leaning on his arm. he looks completely defeated. you might have broken his heart instead of made him jealous.

peter lifts his head when he sees you coming up the stairs. you wordlessly sit down next to him. clearing your throat, you get ready to say something. he talks first.

“i thought you and brad were just friends,” peter states with no emotion behind it. your heart starts thumping in your chest. “we are.” he licks his lips out of habit. “doesn’t look like it.” “i asked him to fake date me, peter,” you admit and search for his eyes, turning to face him on the stair. his eyebrows furrow. “what?”

“i wanted to make you jealous. i didn’t know you’d end up like... this,” you gesture to the mopey state he’s in. peter shakes his head in disbelief. “can we go back to the first part? you wanted to make me jealous?” a smile spreads across your face. “yeah.”

your lips suddenly land on his cheek, leaving both of them pink. he touches where you kissed him and grins. “if that didn’t make it clear, i like you,” you laugh out and scoot back from him. “i like you, too,” peter takes your hand before you go too far. he laces your fingers together.

“ned already told me.” you squeeze his hand and he lets out a breath. “i can’t even be mad at him.”

peter has a pretty great best friend. you do, too. you actually got brad to help you pull this whole thing off. he might not be so bad after all.

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dontasktheradiodemon · 3 years

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Coastal Waters (1/8/2021)

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Valera @autokrates and Madame @usedhearts meet underwater, talk about Madame’s history, eat an eel, and head to the library when Valera discovers to his horror that Madame, an octopus, doesn’t know shit about octopuses. octopodes. octopi.

Madame

The sea. She hadn't even seen the ocean since she was just a girl, let alone swam deep in her waters. The water was warm against her skin, and she flowed through it with an effortless grace that she honestly didn't know she had. It felt good. It felt right, to be among the waves of this alien planet. This was were a giant octopus of a lady should be.

Madame just sat there, under the water, watching curious fish and other creatures flit towards her. She was far larger than any of them, so they were either brave or foolish. A few of the more foolish ones found their way inside her mouth for their crimes. She intentionally kept her skin a pinkish red, wanting to stand out among the reef. A color that said 'Here I am, and I'm bigger than you, so watch out!' It was perfect really. She kept a look out for anyone else going for a swim-- she'd be sure they got a little kraken scare, just for fun.

Valera

Funny, how even on an alien planet, the ocean is still comforting to anyone who loved it. Colorful fish were abundant, the reddish light of the suns lending a faintly pink tinge to the rays coming down through the water.

And here comes Valera to torment innocent wildlife, a flash of silver followed by pink as he chases a mirror bright eel adjacent creature past Madame's resting place.

Madame

Madame's head snapped to the side as Valera passed, and quick as anything, she's off after him. That eel is the target, hm? Well, she wasn't about to let their host have an easy go of it. Tentacles opening and then thrusting back to get her speed, she closed in, trying to get it first-- or at least, make a little game of it for Valera.

Valera

It takes a few seconds for Valera to notice the appearance of a competitor, movement in the corner of his eyes nearly distracting him enough to lose track of the eel. But then the slippery menace turns on a dime, diving into a crevice in the rocks for all its worth. Valera's forced to brake, fins flaring out dramatically as he backpedals just to not smash into the rocks.

He perches on the coral, snorting out a few bubbles as he looks up at Madame. "Damn! Ah well, it'll have to come out eventually. Hello! What's an octopus like you doing in a place like this?"

Madame

Unfortunately, Madame doesn't catch herself quite as quickly as Valera, but she does slow herself enough to not smash hard against the rocks. She winced as she pulled away from them, rubbing her arm.

"Ouch. Them eels are slippery fuckers, ain't they?" She smirked at Val, swimming over to them and perching in a similar manner. "That it does. And thought I'd go for a swim, enjoy it while I can 'n all that. The closest I get to all this is my aquariums at home. This is...heaven, honestly."

Valera

Valera frowns, leaning in to sniff at Madame. Any blood? He can patch up a scrape no problem! The praise for his planet makes him purr, a soft buzz in the water that makes nearby fish start swimming closer to nibble at the pink fish's scales.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself! I was hoping my home would be a place of relaxation, but it seems like it's getting even more of a positive response than expected. If you really like it though, I'll see about inviting you back sometime!"

Madame

No blood, luckily, but she'd probably have a bruise or three later. Octopus skin is durable but not the best when it comes to impacts.

"Oh, I'd simply love that-- even give ya free drinks for life at the Cabaret if that'd sweeten the pot." She winked and laughed, before turning to look up at the surface, watching the sunlight glitter through. She was glad they were surrounded by salt water-- a few tears wouldn't be noticed down here.

"It truly is beautiful. Reminds me so much a home-- I ever tell ya, me 'n Alastor hail from the same place? Good ol' Nawlins, right there on the gulf. Gorgeous city, full of wonderful people 'n the best food 'n the south. When I went west with my husband, I knew I'd miss the ocean, but I didn't think I'd die without ever seein' it again." She smiled as she turned towards him.

"Ya really put some joy back in an ol' lady's heart, Valera, invitin' me here. Didn't think it'd mean as much as it does...but here we are." She laughed, and wiped at her eyes-- before remembering there was nothing to wipe. "Forgive me, gettin' all emotional. We supposed t' be lookin' for an eel, right?"

Valera

"Oh, that eel can go tie itself in knots for all I care, we're talking about this old lady here right now." Valera leans in, a clawed hand delicately patting at Madame's shoulder. "I didn't know you were from New Orleans! I've been there a few times. Lovely place. Very...." He pauses to think, plucking a wandering shrimp off the reef to gesture with. "Lively? Vibrant! You can really lose yourself in that city"

His tail winds around an outcrop, the fish settling down like he was lounging on the finest swooning couch. "So, you were married? Happily, I hope!"

Madame

She took a few breaths, the water filling her chest with warmth, and nodded.

"I was, born 'n raised. Got married a fresh faced youth 'n me 'n the husband decided to try 'n make our fortunes out west. We made it out there too, 'n then he caught ill 'n passed. Left me with a house built and some livestock bought 'n not much else. Started up doin' work on my back, 'n then collected some other girls, some a them like me, others on they own from the start. Home my husband built became my saloon 'n brothel, 'n a whole town sprung up around it. Lovely lil' place.

"But with people come folk what think they the law in a lawless patch a ground. Dumb fucks didn't like me much, and I ain't care for them neither. Startin' smugglin' for local outlaws, hidin' some. The quote-unquote 'law' got it in they heads to burn my place down, cause I was hidin' some poor boy they wanted-- surprised them when the whole thing blew to smithereens cause we was sittin' on a couple boxes a dynamite. Oh, if I coulda seen their faces...." She trailed off and then cleared her throat, laughing a little.

"But then I landed in Hell. And they did too. Strung 'em up by they own insides for I staked a claim on the land I landed on. That's where the Cabaret sits now. The asshole's skeletons're in the aquarium now, housin' crabs and whatnot. Serves 'em right."

Valera

Valera makes a sound more like a dolphin noise than a whistle, crossing one leg over the other as he listens to Madame tell her not especially tragic backstory. "It certainly does. Though I'm sure the short time they spent in Hell came as a rather nasty surprise, if they were going around calling themselves the *law*."

A snort. "It sounds like you've been a woman with a talent for business since day one, Madame. Can't say I'm surprised with the way you run things, but what a story. Sorry to hear about the husband though, losing someone is never easy."

Madame

She nodded, crossing her legs as daintily as someone who was fifteen feet tall could.

"Oh yeah, real nasty surprise for them-- shame I didn't keep 'em around longer, woulda been fun to have 'em strung up on the dart boards or somethin'."

Madame shrugged. "I did miss 'im but, after he died, I realized that I never _really_ loved him. Not like a woman 'n a man 'should' love each other. Dunno why, always been like that I suppose. But we was best friends since childhood 'n it made sense back then to marry someone y' at least liked, instead a some stranger."

Valera

"Hah! I can see it now! Are you a sadist? Five bucks a pop and you can throw your darts at the living dart boards! Ten points if you get them in the eyes, fifteen if you throw hard enough to knock a tooth out! Oh, Hell would have loved that." He cackles, popping the shrimp into his mouth for a quick snack. Mmm, crunchy!

"...Is there a 'should'?" His face twists in confusion. "Maybe it's an alien thing. I was set to bond with my own best friend before I cut that short in favor of running the Autocracy. Romance seems secondary in favor of... You know. Benefits."

Madame

"Dunno. With humans there's always a 'should', it seems. 'Ya _should_ love a man. Ya _should_ marry 'n have kids. Ya _should_ pick yerself up by yer bootstraps 'n get shit done. Ya _should_ know all the right things ta say'." She sighed and shrugged.

"Never much cared for the shoulds. Married because it seemed better'n bein' alone-- and I ended up alone anyways. So, what was the point 'n the first place? I sure as shit don't know. Just lost my best friend, that's all." Madame leaned her chin on her hand, elbow on her knee. "Think I woulda fared better with aliens then humans."

Valera

An eyebrow is raised as Valera turns what Madame said over in his mind. "I don't think marrying your best friend directly resulted in him dying, Madame. But I will admit, you wouldn't be the first human, former or otherwise, to say they would have likely been happier with an alien partner." He's absolutely talking about Pentious. And maybe a few others. He's a popular fish!

"Humans are silly creatures, and I do say that fondly! I've seen very few races as determined to bind themselves to strict social rules and roles that none of them seem to actually enjoy. It's baffling."

Madame

She laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I know whatcha mean. Most people seem happier when they break social conventions. Makes ya wonder why we even got 'em."

Madame took a breath and smiled. "And I didn't mean it so much as an alien partner as, well, maybe I was just meant to not be a human-- alien in a human body or some such. Maybe it's why I adapted ta bein' a weird giant octopus demon so well!"

Valera

"Your guess is better than mine, I'm only a human when it suits me."

He grins, all teeth. "It wouldn't surprise me. You never struck me as especially *human*, tentacles nonwithstanding. A lovely person? Yes, absolutely. You take good care of all your girls. But human? Not really." Well that's cryptic. But good luck getting him to elaborate, he's already distracted by trying to shove his arm into the crevice where the eel is hiding.

Madame

Madame let out another laugh, smirking as she shrugged and waved a hand.

"I'll take the compliment, and y'know, that reminds me a one of my go-to numbers." She slid off the rock she sat on and floated down a bit, twirling as she went.

"_I admit that in the past I've been a nasty, they weren't kidding when they called me well, a witch_...." She trailed off, giggling. "One of my favorites. That and 'When You're Good To Mama', acourse."

Valera

"Mm, I had you pinned as a contralto day one, my dear Madame." Valera glances over, against the rock up to the shoulder as he scrabbled for the eel. "You run that routine at the cabaret, right? I'll have to swing by to see it sometime! Maybe with my beau, though I don't know his opinion on burlesque just yet."

Madame

"Oh yes! Just tell me when y'all are droppin' by and I'll be sure to add myself to the night's roster." She winked and swam closer, looking at Val's arm, stuck deep in the rock.

"Any luck findin' the squirmy bastard? Or do ya need something a little more dexterous?" She wiggled a tentacle at him.

Valera

He frowns, then pulls his arm back and gestures for Madame to take his place. "I think you may have better luck, my dear. And for more than just that dexterity of yours! Mind the teeth though, those eels aren't the sharpest around, but they bite and do NOT let go."

Madame

Her arms crossed as she slid the tentacle inside, and Madame's face screwed up in concentration. A few moments later she let out a shout.

"Ow! Fucker got me, but I got him too!" With a mighty yank, her tentacle pulled back out, the eel wrapped tight in it, even as it chomped down on her. "What now, Val?"

Valera

"Now you eat him!" He crows, clapping his hands together as the eel gives the most hateful look it can muster. Though, underwater, there wasn't actually any sound to the gesture. "It's your catch, just bite him behind the eyes, nice and clean kill!"

Madame

She arched a brow, but brought the eel closer, moving to get a good angle. Madame opened her mouth and snapped down on the eel's head-- and it released it's own bite on her. She took it in her hands and bit it in half, swallowing down the front half.

Madame offered the other half to Val, grinning. "Here. Only right a guest share with her host."

Valera

He affects a dainty gasp, accepting the eel with a coquettish fluttering of his lashes. "Why THANK you, my dear Madame. Such a gracious guest, my hearts are warmed by your consideration."

And that chunk of eel is gone in a flash, yam yam. "Gods, always a tasty little morsel. Those have a lot of interesting names in various languages here, but my personal favorite is the one that translates best to..." He taps his chin, trying to think of the closest words. "Something like Bastard Snake. Bastard as in abandoned son, not the insult."

Madame

"Nah, I think the insult worst better, cause he sure was a bastard ta get outta there." She gestured toward her bitten tentacle.

"Think he mighta torn a chunk outta me. Ouch..." She brought it closer to inspect and while the chunk wasn't _gone_, it was barely hanging out. "Oh, that's a doozy..."

Valera

He leans in, taking a closer look at the damage to Madame's tentacle with a sympathetic hiss. "Oooh, that looks painful. Want me to fix it?"

A waggle of his fingers, and he extends a glowing hand. That's probably not ominous, right?

Madame

"Can ya?" She asked, her head tilting. "I'd love ta not have to whip out the scar cream for somethin' so small."

Valera

"I can! Healing and barriers are actually my specialty." He trills, looking VERY pleased with himself about that fact. "No strings attached for you, of course."

Madame

"Well, then, thank ya kindly. Yer a lovely 'n gracious host." She beamed.

Valera

He takes her tentacle in hand, smoothing over the wound with a slow sweep of his palm. A brief flash of numbness, heat, and there, good as new. No dramatics necessary! But he's still going to deliver with some SPECTACULAR jazz hands and the cheeriest grin he can muster.

"There, how's that?"

Madame

Madame let out a little 'oh!' at the numbness and heat, and as soon as her tentacle was released, it flexed and wiggled of its own accord.

"Well, that was sure somethin'! Never had a healin' like that."

Valera

"Never? Is healing magic not common in Hell?" Well, either that or Madame just didn't get hurt often. Either seemed possible.

Madame

"Oh no, it's not that. Usually gettin' somethin' healed costs-- usually a soul, or a favor, but always somethin'." She shrugged. "Try not to get into too many fights, cause the healin' is usually worse than the damage."

Valera

He squints, planting his chin on his open palm as he stares at the fixed tentacle. "I mean, I guess it cost something? All I did was encourage your natural healing. A few cell divisions to smooth over the damage, replace the torn up cells. Something that small didn't require actually replacing any massive swaths of material. You'll be hungrier than usual later, but that's about it!"

A shrug. "It would have been worse if you'd actually lost a chunk, but even then, I could have just converted a pebble to matching flesh or something. No biggie!"

Madame

"A pebble? Huh!" She tapped her chin. "That is somethin'. Yer magic's a lot more powerful than anythin' I can channel. Usual I go to good ol' Al for any real punchy magics."

Valera

"You know, people keep saying that. I never thought of myself as especially powerful." He holds up a finger. "Well, no. I have plenty of RAW power. But as far as efficiency goes, I'm absolute garbage. My magic isn't nearly as finely tuned as it could be. I burn tons of it on even small spells. Like, embarrassing amounts. Horrendously sloppy."

A sigh. "What kind of magic do you usually need from good old Alastor?"

Madame

"If I need a costume on the fly, he can magic up some pretty good threads. He's fairly good at some basic healin'-- like if ona my acts sprains somethin'. And of course, the best magic of all-- his reputation. Ain't nobody gonna mess with the Cabaret none if I got the Radio Demon in my back pocket." She paused.

"Don't tell him I said that, he wouldn't take kindly to it."

Valera

He waves a hand, grin turning downright impish. "What, me? Tell an Alastor that his reputation is helping protect his friends? My dear, I would *never*."

Madame

Madame giggled, and winked at him. "Yer a peach, shug." She put her hands on her hips.

"Anythin' else ya wanna tag team, huntin' wise? I'm down for a lil explorin' 'n huntin', if you are."

Valera

Valera sticks his tongue out, slowly unwinding his tail from his anchor point. "No, I'm a fish! But I understand the confusion. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone your mistake." A wink.

"We'll have to browse the local selection, Madame! If you're amenable to a bit of window shopping, that is."

Madame

"I dunno about that, ya ass is pretty peachy!" She cackled, swimming closer to take his arm.

"I'm a fan a any kinda shoppin', includin' the window kind!"

Valera

Oho! Quick on the sass with that one, was she? Good! Keeps things interesting. He politely flutters his fins, turning his head this way and that to scout out a meal.

"You're more of an ambush predator, no?"

Madame

"Think so! Don't know too much bout octopuses honestly? Only what I've been able to figure out, mostly. But it worked earlier!" She laughed.

Valera

... He turns his head back to look at Madame, eyebrows inching up slowly but surely.

"Pardon? You don't know about octopuses? The very animal your soul was moulded after for your eternal punishment?"

Madame

She laughed, oh that look on his face!

"Yup! Thinka how surprised I was when I dropped inta Hell lookin' like this!" She gestured to herself. "Knew things like fish 'n gators 'n the like, 'n even the tiny little octopuses, but never one as big as me!"

Valera

He squints, slowly turning them back towards the shore. Sounds like they're about to make a trip to the *library*.

"I'm sure. So you're not familiar with how octopus brains work? Or the semi-independent "minds" of their tentacles?"

Madame

"Oh, is that why they sometimes do shit on they own?" She giggled again, going along with Val's movements.

"And no, I ain't. Never thought to look it up, too busy buildin' my business 'n keepin' it."

Valera

He snorts. Yes, this library visit is sounding more and more necessary. But he's not above setting a sedate pace. A couple of friends on a relaxing swim, no need to flip.

"Yes, Madame. You'll also be pleased to know that were you an octopus of the male persuasion, one of your tentacles would also be your penis." A pause, and he amends. "Well, theoretically. It gets wibbly when you mix humans and other species. I doubt you'd lay four hundred thousand eggs and then die from a single mating."

Madame

Her eyes widened and she can't help but laugh again. "Oh fuck! Yeah, sure glad I don't do that! Woulda double died a long time ago!"

Valera

"If it makes you feel any better, the Earth fish I most resemble, the lionfish, can lay..." A tap at his lips, give him a moment to recall... Oh, yes, there we go. "Fifteen thousand eggs every four days?"

That's so many. He shudders at the very thought. "I'm not *quite* so prolific. But fret not, my dear. All those facts and more can be safely tucked into your noggin once we find you a book that doesn't read like watching paint dry. I know there's SOMETHING about octopuses being able to tamper with their own biology on the fly."

Madame

"Oh? That sounds interestin'. And yeah, glad we ain't out here layin' thousands of eggs, that's just too much." She laughed, giving his arm a squeeze in hers.

Valera

And off they go, back to shore and beyond, to educate an octopus woman on her own partial biology. How lovely.

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petitprincess1 · 4 years

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Good Evening Ch12 (Escalating)

AO3 Link Summary: Angelo gets a surprise visit at night by someone...who is not at all happy to see him. How rude... Words: 2,479 Warning: Gun violence, blood, and murder I'm so freaking sorry for the wait. I have no excuse other than starting up a new story called My Roommate's a Demonic Deer and laziness. I'm so, so sorry. Hope it's worth the wait. ~~~ Also, during that week, Angelo had been bed-ridden the entire time, going in and out of consciousness, due to the immense pain that he was in. Luckily, he was stable enough to do the more private tasks like using the bathroom and bathing himself, so that was a bit of relief for him. He really needed those moments because he was hardly ever alone.

If he wasn’t being checked up on by Baxter, then Cherri was worried about his well being and talking to him about her terrible job. Sir Pentious would also make sure to keep him up to speed about all the news going on in the world by reading the newspaper...fucking old man. Plus, his sister came by with Fat Nuggets, his little piggy, to cheer him up. Granted, his father and Arackniss also came by...so...yeah. Nothing better than you father and brother still questioning your fucking “decision” of “choosing homosexuality”. Angelo wished Vox just killed him...not really, but he was mad.

Also, Charlie and, surprisingly, Vaggie came over once or twice to just talk to Angelo about anything and just to check up on him. It felt both odd and nice that they were all just talking like nothing changed. As if the mob child wasn’t lying in bed with his arm and leg in a cast, a few broken ribs, bruised up body, busted gums and lip, and getting sick of eating soup.

Angelo knew that everyone, excluding his brother and father, were just looking after him, but it was just a bit much. Although, it did make him feel happy that people did care for him this much...but give him some fucking space...please. If anything, Angelo was lowkey wondering why Alastor had yet to show up. Seemed like he didn’t want to leave his side before, what gives?

Now, the mob-child was watching some Baywatch-like TV show and it was boring as all hell. He groaned as he tried to grab the remote, just for sharp pain to go up his side as he attempted to twist his body, causing his eyes to tear up. He flopped back onto the mattress lightly, sighed, and called out as best as he could, “Pennnnnnn! PENNNNNNNNN!! …...PeEeeEEEeeeeEeEeENNNNnNNN!!!!”

Pentious practically kicked the door open and screeched, “Blimey! Shut the fuck up, you bloody plonker!”

Angelo grinned, “Man, ya really went full British~”

Pentious rolled his eyes and gave a huff as he walked into the room, questioning, “What the hell do you want?”

The mob child whimpered like a sad puppy and reached out pathetically to the remote on the nightstand. Pen raised an eyebrow at him, still clearly pissed at Angie calling out to him like that, and walked over to the nightstand. He grabbed the remote...and then tossed it lightly at Angelo’s head.

The boy flinched at the impact, even if it was barely enough to even cause pain. He pouted up at Pen, “Hey, what the hell!? I’m injured ‘ere!”

The older man sat down at the edge of the bed and huffed, “Clearly, you’re not too injured to scream at the top of your lungs. ….How are you feeling?”

Angelo couldn’t help but calm down at hearing his tone soften up a bit. He shifted as much as he could, wincing at a sharp pinch at his side, and replied, “Well...I’m doin’ as good as I can be, especially bein’ stuck in bed and, you know, bein’ broken...and all.”

Sir Pentious’ soft look immediately turned into a look of concern and possible pity. He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of what to say to try to alleviate the situation, and asked, “Uh…perhaps I can do something to help you? You do look really knackered. Do you want anything? Anything at all?”

Angelo hummed, “Oh, yeah, can ya get me a fairy godmother to heal up my wounds, a hit list of everyone that works for Vox, and a M3? Thanks, sweetie~”

“....Uuuuuuhhhhh,” was Pen’s well-detailed and poetic response. Luckily, Cherri and a short latin man, who gave a warm smile to Pen before looking at Angelo worriedly, came walking in. Not necessarily to “save” him, since Cherri immediately punched Pen’s arm, causing him to let a manly yelp, while her face had a light pinkish red as she glared at him, shouting, “What the hell is wrong with you! Don’t yell at Angelo!”

Pentious glowered, “What’s wrong with me!? I’m not the one punching people randomly, you nutter!”

The short man pushed back his naturally, already slicked back, black hair with silver streak and went over to Angelo quickly. He practically shouted, just to assuage the tension, “So, uh, Anthony, how are you?”

The two looked over at Angelo and the mob child huffed, “I already answered this! When can I just get-augh!”

The three jumped at seeing Anthony grip at his ribs tightly and take a deep shuddering breath as his eyes teared up a bit, shutting his eyes tightly. The man mumbled, “I guess that answers my question.”

He fished some pills out from his pocket and was about to help him take the pills, even about to tell Pen to get some water. However, Angelo just snatched the capsules out of his hand and took them dry. He quickly snapped, “I can take my own pills, dammit!”

Pentious was going to yell again, but the doctor reassured, pushing up his glasses, “It’s alright, querido. He’s been stuck in bed for a whole week.” The long-haired man scoffed, “That doesn’t justify him being rude to you, Baxter. You should be more appreciative, Anthony!”

Angelo was about to yell to stop calling him Anthony, but Cherri clapped her hands and gave a soft sigh, “Alright, things are startin’ to escalate, so why don’t ya two maybe, uh, get the fuck out?”

Pen was going to argue more, but Baxter ended up calmly bringing his boyfriend out of the middle of things by taking his hand. He just didn’t wish to deal with a bunch of shouting. Well...more shouting. Pen eventually just huffed and decided to just go out the door, while carrying the bespectacled man in his arms. It caused a lovely rosy color to hit Baxter’s cheeks.

Cherri gagged at the two and then stared at Angelo, sighing, “So, uh, I guess ya ain’t doin’ that well, huh?”

Angelo shook his head and sat up slowly, wincing at the sharp pains wracking his body. The Australian girl wanted to help, but she knew that would just annoy Angie. He grunted, “I...I know that everyone is jus’ tryin’ ta help, but...god, it makes me feel useless. Not only that, but I bet Vox might send people ta finish the job, especially since I ain’t dead.”

“Did you escape or somethin’?”

“No...he let me go, but ya never just attack a mob boss and get out alive,” Angelo informed, causing him to let out a shuddering breath.

Cherri noticed it getting somber, causing her to change the subject and bring up, “Oh, uh, hey! I heard Alastor’s radio station. He talked about some woman’s husband missing and said that the hotel is doing well. I think it helps that Charlie’s dad is visiting more often, something about a helicopter and...uh...”

She trailed off when she noticed Angelo still looking incredibly distraught. She thought that she may have seen a glimmer of intrigue after mentioning Alastor’s name, but that was all. He barely seemed to pay attention to the status of the hotel. Cherri sighed as she reached into her short’s pocket and handed a folded up note to Angelo. She replied, “I found this letter outside your door way earlier. I think it was like 3 am, I heard some noise...uh...yeah. I’ll just leave it here…”

She placed it on the nightstand near his bed and then told him, “We all want ya to get better, Angie, and maybe even Vox to go through hell. Just...don’t do anything dumb, okay?”

Cherri then got up off of the bed and started walking towards the door, giving one glance over her shoulder at Angelo before leaving out of the room. Angelo sighed as he grabbed the letter, feeling awful for going silent on Cherri. He unfolded the paper and skimmed over the words.

When the mob-child got to the end of the letter, he felt both shocked, questionable, and worried. The letter was written by Alastor, who somehow snuck into Pen’s house, and...he was coming over tonight. ~~~ Angelo was slightly turning in bed, waiting for Alastor to come to the house. Granted, he wasn’t too excited to see what he was bringing back as a meal, but he was sure that he wouldn’t serve humans again. ...Well, he hoped so. It wasn’t like it was too much of a stretch considering what he saw in that gumbo. It still made him feel ill to this day. Plus, it didn’t help since Al seemed very excited.

Angelo just sighed as he placed his back on the pillow and was about to go to sleep, but stopped when he heard footsteps. He lifted his head up a little and groaned, “Hey, Al, can ya give me a hint as ta what yer makin’? I just don-”

He stopped when he saw a shadow in the hall of a woman that definitely didn’t look like Cherri’s. Before he could question, he heard the sound of a gun being cocked and then a revolver being aimed into the room. He saw a woman coming into view, but didn’t pay attention to anything but the shaky gun. Angie started, “Wh-Whoa! Hey, d-don’t do any-”

The woman whisper-shouted, “Shut up, just...shut up! You...You killed him!”

Angelo looked very confused and she sniffled, cheeks and nose a bright red, “Jonathan...he w-worked...a-at your ex-boss’ wareh-house. ...H-He was standing guard la-last week.”

Angelo barely had any memory of who all worked under Val and Vox, but it could have been a possibility. No one knows about the warehouse or that it’s Val’s. He gulped, “H-Hey, I’ve been st-stuck in bed an-”

“I told you-!” She took a deep breath as her finger went towards the trigger, making Angelo feel his heart jump to his throat. He looked around the place as he sat up in bed quite quickly, probably making it harder to believe that he was injured in the first place.

The woman went on, stepping closer and aiming the gun at his head, “Th-They told m-me...they f-found remains i-in the fu-furnace. Vox said...th-they don’t kn-now if i-it’s his, but...he has-sn’t come back. O-Our kids...a-are so sc-scared...they don’t...th-they just w-want...him…” she trailed off as she placed a hand to her mouth to try to quiet her sobbing, turning away and lowering the revolver.

Angelo was trying to slowly slide out of bed to try and get some kind of weapon. Unfortunately, the gentle thud of his toes hitting the wooden floor. The woman immediately shot up and aimed the gun back at his head. Angie gulped and tried to calm her again, “Listen...I promise ya...I did not kill yer husband, alright? I-I’ve been stuck here. I mean...ya can clearly see that Vox did a number on me...right…?”

He got a bit distracted when he saw Cherri appear behind the woman, opened her eyes widely, and then quickly retreated to possibly find a weapon. Angelo continued, wanting to stall, “So....what’s your n-”

“I’m not telling you my goddamn-”

“Whoa-ho-ho! I’ve clearly come in a bad time!”

The woman quickly turned around and aimed the gun at the person behind her. Angelo oddly felt relieved at seeing Alastor standing there with his perma-smile, but also had no idea where this was going to go. Al just calmly walked inside and stepped around the lady, humming a little tune. She whimpered, “H-How did you g-get in here!? Wh-Where did you come fr-from!? I...I heard y-your voice...the radio broadcast, right?”

Alastor nodded, walking in-between her and Angelo, “Yes...you’re Traci? The one that lost her husband, I suppose? ...Why are you going to shoot, Anthony?” Traci glared and sniffled, wiping her eyes, “Because he’s the one that killed him!”

Al raised an eyebrow and hummed, “And you know that...how?”

The lady looked around for a few seconds, messing with her hair and the scarf around her neck. She muttered, “I-I-I just kn-now about him g-getting hurt. Cl-Clearly, he ratted o-out to his batshit f-family! His sist-ter is just as f-fucking stupid a-as he is, so-”

“Now, now, no need to go throwing around insults. You’re already aiming a gun at a questionably innocent mad, don’t have to be even more callous,” Alastor chuckled, as if he was just having a normal conversation. It once again reminded Angelo that this man was not sound of mind. Cherri came back with a wooden field hockey stick and was slowly creeping on the lady. Traci started, “But he-”

Al walked closer to her, being calm and collected, “You...don’t know what he did. You’re just accusing him of something. I’m sure that the police are doing whatever they can, but...Traci...no need to get yourself in trouble. Your kids need you, correct? You do have kids, right?”

Traci was almost near sobbing again, causing Cherri to halt in her movements out of guilt, and she nodded. He walked closer, feeling the revolver press to his chest, and calmly asked, “Please, Traci, give the gun. ...We won’t press charges.”

She sniffled and whimpered, trembling where she stood. She let out a loud sob as she handed the gun to Alastor, who took the gun calmly. Angelo let out a breath and noticed that Pen and Baxter joined Cherri. The three looked calmer considering that everything had become quieter.

Alastor backed away from Traci, causing her to just break down and hugged herself. He looked down at the revolver and let out a long hum. Al then gave out quite a cute guilty as he informed, “Traci, don’t you know that when you threaten with a gun, you have to take the safety off! Silly!”

“Wha-” that was all that Traci said as she slowly lifted her head and a bullet went right through her head, causing a bit of blood splatter. Unfortunately, it got mostly onto Cherri and the wall, making the punk scream out in terror and Pen almost throw up. Her scream covered up the sound of Traci’s body falling onto the floor.

Alastor muttered, “I thought it would be messier than that...hmm…” He tossed the gun onto the bed and smiled at Angelo, who just muttered, “Nice shot...I guess…”

“I made grilled venison!”

“Oh...neat.”

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salty-dracon · 5 years

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small town happenings

a lot of weird things happen in lily’s little town that no one notices until you examine the context

Val’s room, after the kids are finished filming a video

*post video thing that the ace kids think no one will notice*

Val: Hey, Brid, you doin’ okay?

Lily: Yeah, you don’t look so good.

Brid: I don’t know.

(Lily places her hand on her neck)

Lily: You’ve got a serious fever. You should go home.

Brid: My mom made me go to school. I have a 2 degree fever, but I had a test...

Val: That’s not good. Come on, I’ll- Lily, get some orange juice. I’m gonna get some Advil for her. Come on.

(They both leave the room, Angel walks in)

Angel: Heard you had a fever?

Brid: It’s only two degrees.

Angel: You’ve been over a hundred degrees all day and you came here anyway? ... Not that the boy couldn’t use some immunity, considering his eating habits...

Brid: Sorry.

Angel: You said you went to school too?

Brid: I told my mom I had a fever, our thermometer wasn’t working, she didn’t believe me... *Angel hugs her from behind* Hey, what are you doing?

Angel: I can kill them for you.

Brid: That’s nice, Mr. Perch, but-

Angel: No, really. I can. If things ever get bad... you let me know. I’ll take care of them, and I’d be happy to take you in one the deed’s done.

Brid: Not now. Can you let go of me?

Angel: Sorry. *lets go of her* I’ll call your mum. And don’t hesitate to talk to Val, either. He’s not as fundamentally lacking as he looks.

(Val and Lily burst back in with orange juice and Advil)

Val: We got the sip!

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Julie’s backyard, and their chickens

Julien: So here’s Athena, enjoying her lunch- come here, darling- *hugs chicken* The whole flock’s been doing pretty well, I think. *footsteps* Oh, uh-

(Brooke stomps in and sits down on her back porch)

Julien: Hey, Brooke.

Brooke: ... I just made. The fucking stupidest bet.

Julien: What’s wrong?

Brooke: So you know how Grey wants to introduce me to the pastor at the Rastafarianism Something-or-other?

Julien: Rastafarianism is an African religion, I thought you told me he was-

Brooke: So, I was complaining to him about how my stupid fucking precalc teacher wants to give a stupid fucking test about stupid fucking derivatives, even though she hasn’t taught shit. So I was complaining about that shit to Grey, and he was like, ‘so you’ll be studying on Monday’ and I was like, yeah! It wasn’t going to be fun, but yeah!

Julien: Fuckin’ hate precalc.

Brooke: So then, I start yelling about how fucking stupid the test was going to be, and then he was like, “the Lord can’t get you out of your contractual obligations” and I was like “well I sure as hell would like to hang out with a lord that COULD”-

Julien: Oh dear.

Brooke: -and then he said, “Then I’ll let him know, in exchange for you meeting him if the test is cancelled or postponed.” which is basically code for him taking me to his Proletarian church to meet his pastor because I’m a good girl or something-

Julien: Proletarian is a reference to Marxism. I think you’re trying to say-

Brooke: I’m a BAD GIRL! I’m a BAD ASS BITCH!

Julien: We know, Brooke. We know.

Brooke: So I walk into class today, and my teacher fucking tells me that the test has been postponed. Because she accidentally scheduled a date on the same day and had no time to make questions. So she held a review session.

Julien: Holy shit.

Brooke: And I’m like, great, how am I gonna weasel my way outta this one? And I get home, and Grey already knows. Like, he’s like, ‘hey I heard from a friend that your test got postponed looks like we can go after all and you still get to do your test’ and then like ‘the lord is happy and so am i’ and I was like no fuck you and I left.

Julien: And now you’re here.

Brooke: And now I’m here.

Julien: Some lord, huh?

Brooke: No, I refuse to fucking believe that. That ASSHOLE somehow knew that I’d get that test postponed. Like, he’s famous, okay? He must have made a call or something.

Julien: Did you jump out the window again?

Brooke: .... No.

Julien: Wanna help me feed the chickens?

Brooke: ... Yes please.

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Adrian is hanging outside with Larkspur

Adrian: Okay, this fucker, who’s basically my cousin’s beta, thinks he’s a real fucking vampire.

Larkspur: And this child, who still lives in his mother’s basement and forgot to apply to college twice, thinks he is also a real vampire.

Adrian: I haven’t aged since 16, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.

Larkspur: Mentally, maybe.

Adrian: Fuck you.

Larkspur: I do age, Adrian, but I maintain my youth. Plus I’ve nearly got my degree.

Adrian: In what? Bottoming?

Larkspur: Accounting.

Adrian: Fucking boring.

Larkspur: Well, at I’ll never be unemployed. Unlike someone. And the world needs good accountants. When the Nazis take over again they’ll need good accountants, and I’ll already be long dead by the time Star Trek happens, so...

Adrian: ... what the fuck. Okay fine what’s the integral of 2x+5 from 0 to 1?

Larkspur: Six.

Adrian: Shit. Okay, what’s the integral of 1/x from 3 to 5?

Larkspur: Log of 5/3.

Adrian: What the fuck?

Larkspur: Hit me with something harder

Adrian: Intregral of x^3 + x from 6 to 2!

Larkspur: ....

Adrian: See, that one’s-

Larkspur: -336. You said 6 to 2, so the correct answer’s negative, just so you know.

Adrian: ... are you shitting me

Larkspur: Accounting just requires adding numbers and memorizing rules and formulas, not integrals.

(edit: fixed a lot of math)

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(Lily is eating cookies with young Ares and Venus)

Lily: God I wish I was you.

Ares: Why? High school’s fun, right?

Lily: Well... yeah, I guess...

Venus: Do you wish you were me too, Lily?

Lily: .... Sure?

Venus: Yay! I wish I was you!

Lily: No, kid, no you don’t...

Val: You say you hate kids, and then you get along so well with them.

Lily: Nah, you can just talk to kids, and they’ll give you wisdom. They’re pretty smart in some ways.

Ares: She’s right.

Val: What the frick.

Angel: No swearing around the boys. Alright, the four of you can enjoy some fruit punch-

Ares: It’ll be three if you’re not careful.

(Everyone drops dead silent)

Angel: Three?

Ares: Because everyone dies, right?

Lily: Damn, he’s a baby goth.

Ares: But you won’t die.

Val: ... what do you mean

Angel: ... yeah what do you mean

Ares: They’ll find you someday.

Lily: I am going to... turn off this recording now...

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(Tommy and Narin are hanging out near a pool at nighttime)

Narin: We’re going skinny dipping!

Tommy: And no one’s stopping us!

Narin: And I invited friends!

Tommy: Wait, what friends?

Narin: Mai-Mai, Adri, Tawny, and Drake!

Tommy: ... the monster hunting club?

Narin: They’re not real monster hunters-

(They turn around, there’s a set of glowing eyes behind the chain link fence)

Narin: What is that.

Tommy: R U N

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(AN: Angel has killed and is currently looking for an excuse to kill again, Grey has the ability to chat with the heavens, Larkspur is a real fucking vampire but Adrian isn’t, Ares has the ability to read minds and knows that Angel wants to kill Val even though he can’t quite put it into words, and one of Narin’s friends is a werewolf)

#life as an aj #secretagents #halfwaydead #tmx #weareanml

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supernatural-jackles · 7 years

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Apple Pie Life

Title: Apple Pie Life

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,858

Warnings: Douchebag boyfriend, Fluff

Summary: The Reader gets stood up by her boyfriend, only to have a cafe worker come out and rescue her, taking her out instead.

A/N: This is my extremely late submission for @ravengirl94 1.5k Challenge. My prompt was “Wait...is this a date?” Feedback is greatly appreciated. Happy Reading!

Oh and... HAPPY AUTUMN!!

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Forty five minutes.

Forty five whole minutes had passed by and you were still waiting on the corner of the street, your head flicking back, left and right, hoping to see some sign of the man you were waiting for. No call. No text. Just you standing on the corner, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world.

You had spent an hour getting ready for this date. You had straightened your hair, pulling back a few pieces in the front and pinned it back to give you a different look. You spend hours trying to pick out the perfect outfit to wear, settling on your favourite jeans, a pair of knee high socks and your favourite boots that were perfect for any outdoor event. You had your favourite jacket on that made you look amazing and a flannel underneath. Your makeup was damn near perfect. It was all for nothing.

You sent off another text message, adding a sixth in the last forty five minutes. At this point, you had given up all hope. This was supposed to be a good day. This was supposed to repair your relationship and give you both a fresh start. Now it seemed like he didn’t even want to try. You wasted your time in effort for a man who would never ever give you his time. Again.

Tears welled in your eyes as the minute turned from forty-nine to fifty. You were such an idiot. He wasn’t going to show and you knew that you were only humiliating yourself further by standing on the corner. You were constantly waiting for something that just wasn’t going to happen. It seemed to be how your life was going.

You swallowed hard, shoving your phone in your back pocket. You were done. This wasn’t how you wanted to spend your day.

“Excuse me, miss?” you heard someone call from behind you. It couldn’t be directed at you so you didn’t bother to look back. When you felt a hand grasp your wrist, you frowned. You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding before turning around.

Your eyes met with a pair of breathtaking green ones that turned your frown into a small smile. You had never laid eyes on this man before but thank god you had now. He had freckles dusting over his nose and soft, pink plump lips. He hadn’t shaved in a day or two. He was the most handsome man you had met in a while. But what did this stranger want from you? There was no way he’d ever go for a girl like you. You were always a last pick. He could have any girl he even remotely winked at.

“You must have the wrong person, mister,” your smile fell as you said it.

“No. I don’t,” he answered you. He handed you a medium sized cup with a sleeve covering the middle of it. You furrowed your brows. “It’s a little cooler out today. I work at the cafe here and I saw you standing out here, figured you could use something to warm you up. It’s apple cinnamon tea. I hope that’s okay.”

“Thank you,” you said softly. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know. But like I said, I saw you standing out here and you look like you’re having a bit of a rough day.”

“Nah,” you shook your head. “Just gotta stop thinking things are going to work out for me is all.”

“Were you waiting for someone?” he raised his almost perfectly shaped eyebrow.

“My boyfriend,” you swallowed. “Well, he was my boyfriend anyways. We had a date planned for today to go apple picking since it’s the perfect time of year. For weeks now and as you can see, he stood me up. Not the first time.”

“Guy sounds like a real jerk,” he stated.

“Yeah, he is. I should have known he wouldn’t show up. But here I am anyways,” you let out a dry laugh. You cast your eyes downwards. It was bad enough that you were standing out on a corner for an hour by yourself, but having someone see you stand there the whole time and feel bad for you was the cherry on top.

“Can’t understand why. I mean, you’re beautiful, and I mean that in the ‘I’m not a creep’ kind of way,” he smiled kindly. “You deserve better.”

“Thank you,” you said sincerely. “I should probably go. This is already embarrassing enough and even more that someone noticed. Thank you for the tea, stranger.”

“Do you still want to go apple picking?” he asked you. You looked up at him in confusion. Was this guy really asking if you still wanted to go? You were dumbfounded. This guy was sure to have other plans with his girlfriend. The last thing he should be doing is talking to someone like you.

“Of course I do. But I’ll go another time,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders.

“I just got off work and I’m free for the rest of the day. I like apple picking and I could always use them to make apple pie later. If you’ll have me?” he suggested. Your mouth went dry and you swore your heart skipped a beat. Was this guy really asking you if he could come with you? Did he really want to waste his afternoon with a sad girl? It would be incredibly stupid of you to deny yourself of this opportunity. After all, this guy was the most attractive guy you had ever laid eyes on, let alone had a casual conversation with. What was the harm in apple picking with him?

“I have one condition,” you stated, standing tall, trying to gain some confidence.

“Sure, anything.”

“If we’re going to go anywhere together, I’m going to need to know your name. Calling you stranger really isn’t working for me,” you smiled.

“Of course,” he chuckled, his right hand reached up and rubbed the short hairs on the back of his neck. “I’m Dean.”

“Nice to officially meet you, Dean,” you repressed your grin, “I’m Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N. We’ve got some apples to pick this afternoon. Shall we?”

“Let’s go.”

Dean held out his hand for you to take and for a moment, you were unsure of what to do. You had no idea who this man really was, other than his name and that he worked at the cafe. He was unbelievably kind to you and that was something that no one had ever really shown you. So you slipped your hand in his, linking your fingers in with his. Taking the chance.

He lead you over to the park where he claimed he parked his car. It was a fairly long walk to the orchard from the downtown cafe. He walked up to his car, which you soon found out was a ‘67 chevy impala in fantastic condition. He opened the door to the passengers side, holding it for you to climb in before he circled the car, hopping in himself.

The roar of the car was beautiful, just like the car was. Dean had classic rock playing softly in the background as he drove the busy main roads to the apple orchard a few blocks over. The ride over was filled with silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable by any means. You didn’t really know what to say to the man. He had just found you in near tears on the sidewalk. He knew that you had a shitty ass boyfriend and now he was taking pity on you.

He pulled into the orchard, parking in one of the spots near the entrance. Hay bales were stacked around the entrance, welcoming everyone to come in and pick some apples and enjoy the other festivities that the farm offered. You and Dean climbed out of the car at the same time. This time you didn’t walk hand in hand, but in close proximity of each other.

It wasn’t as busy as you expected it to be and a part of you was happy about that. Dean grabbed the two of you baskets before you headed out into the orchard together. It was a beautiful day to be apple picking. The temperature was a little cool, along with the breeze coming from the north. Your jacket was keeping you just warm enough but your hair was going to be ruined the longer you were outside. It didn’t matter now.

“So what’s a girl like you still doin’ with a guy that stands you up?” he questioned, bumping your arm with his as you walked down the empty row of trees.

“Honestly, I’m not even sure. This date was supposed to be time for us to spend together and repair things but I spend more time upset, waiting around for him when I know deep down that he’s not going to be there. He hasn’t been here for me for a while and I guess I’m afraid of being completely alone,” you told him out of nowhere. Why were you telling a complete stranger your inner thoughts?

“Sounds like you’d be better off without him. He’s not worth the heartache, Y/N,” he assured you.

“That’s really nice of you to say but you know nothing about me, Dean. I’m the sad girl you felt bad for so you’re spending the afternoon with instead of going home to relax and do whatever it is you do,” you smiled weakly.

“That’s not true. I want to be here with you. You’re the sad girl who has a jerk for a boyfriend and deserves to have someone make her smile for a little while before she goes home and feels horrible about herself because a guy made her feel that way. You’re right, I know nothing about you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to know more.”

You were taken back at his words. He was honest, and there was no hint in his eyes to tell you otherwise. This guy was different to any of the guys you had met before. He wasn’t sugarcoating anything or trying to make you feel bad or embarrassed in anyway. It was refreshing.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you instantly reached for it. Your boyfriend’s name spread across the screen and you couldn’t wait to see what excuse he came up with this time.

“Excuse me for just one second,” you said apologetically. Dean took your tea from your hand, allowing you to step away. You didn’t venture too far away from him. You pressed the answer button, pressing your phone to your ear.

“Y/N, baby! I’m so sorry!” Chris said instantly and you almost wanted to roll your eyes. “I forgot we had plans for today and I didn’t have my phone on me. I’m so sorry!”

“Whatever Chris,” you snarled. “Where were you?”

“What?”

“I said, where were you? I mean, you have your phone on you twenty-four, seven. Where were you exactly Chris?”

“Baby, what did we say about trusting each other. I thought we were passed that whole insecure thing,” he avoided.

“Chris, just tell me where you were. It shouldn’t be hard to answer that simple question,” you mentioned. You were growing angrier the more he avoided the question.

“I was just at a friends house. Like I said, I forgot we had plans. We can always make other ones. I mean it apple picking is kind of a stupid date anyways. Let me take you out to that new all you can eat buffet that just opened up. I’ll pick you up in an hour,” he suggested.

“No. I’m done. We’re done. I’m not putting up with your bullshit and your stupid excuses. I deserve better than this. So go fuck that girl you were doing earlier because I don’t care. Go straight to hell for all I care. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have another guy waiting to take me apple picking.” You hung up the phone, shoving it in your back pocket once more. A single tear had slipped down your cheek, but you were quick to wipe it away. You took a deep breath before turning back to face Dean. You could see the sad look on his face and you knew that he had more than likely heard a good portion of the conversation.

“You okay?” he asked you, tilting his head to the side.

“Not really,” you let out a dry laugh, “but like you said, I can smile for a little while before I go home feeling horrible.”

“Well, let’s go pick some of the best apples you’ve ever seen, and we’ll go from there,” he smiled. “And for the record, you don’t deserve to feel horrible because of him.”

“Nothing a bottle of whiskey won’t fix,” you joked.

“That’s right!”

Dean walked ahead of you a few steps, making his way to a big tree near the edge of the property. The apples on it were huge and looked fairly ripe. You couldn’t contain the smile on your face, even if you tried. Dean was so excited to get there he was practically running.

The two of you picked a few off the tree, most of them not within reach. You headed down a path, leading to other trees that were slightly smaller than the one from before. You took a sip of your still warm tea, the feeling of it going down your throat was enough to warm you up. Dean had already been kinder to you in the half hour that he had known you than Chris had ever been in the time you were together.

“So Dean, I take it you don’t have a girlfriend then?” you half questioned.

He let out a laugh, his smile spreading across his cheeks. “No, I don’t. I haven’t had a girlfriend for a while now. It kinda ended like yours did. It just wasn’t meant to be and I accepted that as soon as I realized that I was happier without her.”

“Well, I guess I’m glad. I wouldn’t have had you rescue me from further embarrassment on the street corner,” you joked.

“Exactly!” he chuckled. “So what do you do anyways?”

“I am actually a stripper,” you giggled. “I’m kidding. I’m actually a receptionist at the local law firm, and I’m a bartender on the side.”

“Oh really! So you know Sam Winchester,” he chimed in.

“Yes! I’m actually his receptionist. He’s the top lawyer there,” you told him.

“He’s my brother.”

“Really! Wow! Small world,” you said. “Sam’s awesome to work for.”

You lead Dean over to a bigger tree with the branches hanging a little lower so you both could reach. One after the other went in both of your baskets until they were almost full. You could barely lift yours because the weight was so heavy and that only made Dean laugh at you. You could barely contain your laughter with his being so contagious. Dean looked handsome when he laughed. The way he threw his whole body into it, and it was always so full. It made you smile.

You couldn’t deny how much you enjoyed being around him in the very short amount of time you spent with him. He never failed to make you feel like he wanted to be there with you. He knew you were hurting inside but he did his best to try and make your smile. It was safe to say you had developed a serious crush on the man. And even though you had just gotten out of a relationship, you definitely wouldn’t mind getting back in another one if that guy was Dean.

“Okay Dean, there is a really big apple up there and I know I can’t reach but you might be able to. You’re tall,” you giggled as you pointed up at the apple. Dean stood next to you, trying to reach for the apple but no avail. It was too high for him to reach.

“Okay, hop on my back and you should be able to reach it,” he told you. You nodded your head, circling around his body. Gripping his shoulders, you jumped, landing successfully on his back. He held onto you as your reached up, stretching your arm up as far as you could to reach the apple. You managed to grab it, bringing it down to eye level as you let out a cheer.

“You got it?” he asked.

“I got it. A big, nice, perfect- oh my god there is a worm in it!” you screamed, throwing the apple as far as you could. In the process, Dean lost his footing and stumbled forward, landing on the ground with you on top of him.

“I’m sorry, Dean. Are you okay?” you questioned, rolling off of him.

“Yeah, I’m all good. You good?”

“Yeah, I landed on you, remember?” you let out a laugh. Dean sat up with you on the grass, his arms holding his knees up to his chest.

“We should probably pay for these and head out. It feels like it’s getting colder and you’ve been outside for a while. You could probably use another tea and some apple pie or something,” he broke the silence.

“That sounds like a great idea.”

You and Dean walked with your baskets filled with apples towards the barn to pay for them. Your hands were growing cold but you knew soon enough you’d be back in your apartment, and you could change into your pajamas and sit in the silence.

“Looks like you two had a successful time. These apples are going to make some great apple pie,” the lady at the checkout smiled.

“What can I say. Apple pie is a classic, definitely one of my favourites,” Dean told her.

“Alright for both of your baskets it comes to fifteen dollars,” she requested. Before you could even reach for your wallet, Dean handed her a twenty. You didn’t want to protest, not in public. She poured the apples into two bags and handed them over to both of you, wishing you a nice day. As you were walking away, Dean’s hand slipped into yours, his fingers linking with yours. It felt amazing to have his hand in yours. He brought warmth to yours as you walked through the exit towards the car.

You climbed in the car, Dean placing the apples in the backseat before hopping in next to you. He sat in the front seat in silence, staring at his lap for a moment. You furrowed your brows, waiting for him to move or do something.

“So you wouldn’t happen to be interested in coming back to my place to make a pie with me, would you?” he asked you, finally daring to look up at you.

“Wait… is this a date?” you cocked your eyebrow with a smile. “Are you asking me on a date?”

“No! Maybe,” he stuttered, “Yes, okay.”

“This isn’t because you know I’m going to go home and feel bad about myself is it?”

“Nope. I just kinda wanna spend some more time with you,” he admitted.

“Well then take me to your place.”

Dean drove down the quieter streets of the town, heading back to his apartment. He told you it wasn’t too far from the cafe he worked it, as he told you. You were excited to head back to his apartment and see where exactly he lived. This guy actually wanted to spend time with you which was a huge first for you. You didn’t want to get your hopes up but you were going to take what you could get.

He pulled into his apartment complex, parking his car in front of the building. You both climbed out of the car at the same time. Dean grabbed both bags of apples before walking with you through the front door. You walked up two flights of stairs and his apartment was at the end of the hall.

It was nothing out of the ordinary. You knew he lived alone in an instant. It was small but comfortable and you instantly liked it. It was homey feeling. Dean placed the apples on the counter, along with his keys. He shrugged off his jacket and threw it over one of the stools in the kitchen. You followed suit, leaving you in your flannel shirt.

You worked around each other like you had a million times before. You washed, peeled and sliced the apples while Dean worked on the pie crust. He told you that when he was little, he and his mom would bake pie on a Sunday afternoon together and that’s how he became so good at making them.

“So I’m guessing you spent a lot of time with your parents growing up?” you asked him.

“Actually no. My mom and dad died in a car accident when I was ten. My brother and I grew up living with our uncle,” he said lowly.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you apologized instantly.

“No, don’t be.”

“My parents are dead too. My mom died when I was three and my dad when I was eighteen. But hey, we both turned out pretty great didn’t we?”

You placed the sliced apples in the pie while Dean put the cinnamon in along with it. He placed the topping on it, perfecting it with a few holes before putting it in the oven.

A silence fell over the two of you the second he placed the timer. It felt awkward but at the same time it wasn’t. You were still complete strangers, but that didn’t stop you from wanting to know everything there was about him.

“I don’t want to overstep any boundaries here, but is there any chance you’d like to go out with me again? I mean sure this is kind of a date, but would you be opposed to me taking you to dinner sometime?” he asked you. You could tell he was nervous about it, but you on the other hand. Your heart began to race in your chest. He actually wanted to spend more time with you? This had to be a dream.

“I would love to go to dinner with you,” you answered with a smile spread widely across your cheeks. He took a couple of steps, growing closer to you. There it was again. Your heart beating faster in your chest. His hands reached for your waist, pulling you closer to him. You knew exactly where this was going and quite frankly you couldn’t wait any longer. You glanced up at him, meeting him halfway in a soft, sweet kiss that made your stomach do flips. Never, had you ever felt this before in a kiss.

“Thank god you said yes,” he breathed out.

“Well, we’ve got about half an hour until the pie is done. Why not continue this on the couch over there?” you winked.

There was no way you were going home feeling horrible about yourself after him. Dean Winchester was a different kind of man alright.

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Good Evening Ch3 (Breaking News)

AO3 Link Summary: Angelo reads over his texts with Smiles, while pissing off an old flame of his; Vaggie learns of the Al’s radio career, and a surprising new guest has come into the hotel. Words: 1,891 Sorry for the wait. I’m really enjoying making this story! It’s a lot of fun to write. Also, Niffty’s and Pentious’ human design is also by @hanekdraws ~~~ Angel Dust had a pretty long talk for over three hours with Al before passing out last night. He was reading over his messages, ignoring Cherri arguing with her stick-in-the-mud roommate, and yawning as he did so, due to the lack of sleep.

Angelo: That’s pretty fucking rude to demand something like that. Need to watch your mouth.

Smiles: Sorry about that. I just get a little irked when one thinks they can try and second-guess my decisions. Whatever I say is final. Besides, I see nothing wrong with bringing you all food. Think of it as a way of saying thank you.

Angelo: Thank you for…?

Smiles: Getting such a bonding opportunity with you all! Hiding a body does strengthen friendships, after all.

Angelo: Bold of you to assume that I care about the other two broads.

Smiles: Odd that you don’t, especially that golden-haired doll.

Angelo: Ain’t like I asked for their help.

Smiles: …You may have been the one to end up being buried alive if they didn’t come for you.

Angelo: Wait. Alive?

Smiles: Well, not anymore and I suppose alive isn’t the right word, more like conscious. …Buried isn’t the right word either. Anywho, how are you doing?

Angelo: Wouldn’t you like to know?

Smiles: Yes, I think that’s why I asked.

Smiles: My lovely ethel has fallen asleep it seems!

Angelo had to look up what “ethel” meant, making sure that it wasn’t any kind of slur that he didn’t know about. Apparently, it meant an effeminate male….yeah, alright, he’ll take that. Better than other words that he could have used like- “Downright, good for nothing, heathen!” Yeah, that was one.

Angelo put away his phone and looked up to see a well-dressed man, who had long greyish-black hair and looked as if he was wearing really dark eye shadow. The younger man laid out on the couch in a very sensual manner, making sure the sweater was hiked up to show his underwear, and he grinned, “Hey there, Penny~ How’re ya doin’?”

The man narrowed his eyes at him, straightening out his red waistcoat, and huffed, “Well, I was doing fine, until I saw vermin within my household. What is this ladylike chap doing here, despite him clearly not living here?”

Cherri came in, practically dragging her feet, and let out an annoyed groan, “He needed a place to crash Pen-”

The Brit waggled a finger in front of her face and corrected, “Ah, ah, ah! That’s Sir Pentious to you!”

She blinked up at him and then continued, “He needed a place to crash, Pen. What else do you expect me to do? Let him sleep out in the streets?”

“Doesn’t he live with that dishy bloke? Vallery or whatever?” He asked as he walked past Angelo and ignored the other sticking up his middle finger at him.

The spunky girl shrugged as she flopped onto the couch nearby Angelo and shrugged, “Yeah, so? He wanted to sleep here.”

Pentious went to the kitchen and told her, “Well, he is no longer asleep, yes? Good. Get out.”

Before Cherri could say anything, Angelo slid off of the couch, fixing up the sweater he had on. He then sauntered over to Pentious and leaned on the counter, smirking, “C’mon, babe, no need ta be rude. If ya want me ta work, I got plenty of ways ta make money, while also keepin’ ya happy~ If ya get what I mean~~”

Pentious blinked at him and then shrugged as if it were obvious, “Well, of course, you making money would make me happy. I told you that.”

“No, Pen, I meant… other ways~” He winked at Pen to drive home his point, even licking his lips. The older man just stared at him, clearly not understanding what he was talking about at all, and Angelo just deflated at seeing him be innocent. He heard Cherri give a loud snort in the back and he lightly glared at her. Angelo turned back to Pen and sighed, “Look, I got some problems and I just can’t return back ta Val, okay? So, just deal with me for a bit. I can make it worth your while~”

Pentious grabbed a kitchen knife from nearby to cut up some potatoes and said, “Get out.”

“Come on, Pen, don’t be a-” he got cut off as a knife was held to his face and quickly switched up, “Yep. Hear ya loud and clear. ”

He then started walking towards the door, saying, “I gotta get ta my job anyway, so…it ain’t got anything ta do with that lame-ass scare tactic.”

Pentious just mumbled about how he didn’t believe him for a second, while Cherri seemed somewhat curious about his job. ~~~ A relatively short woman stood outside the doors of the hotel and she rocked a bit on the heels of her black and white shoes, pulling the lapels of her coat together as the cold caused her to shiver and turn her naturally tan cheeks a tinge of red. It was somewhat early as she pulled out her phone to see that the time read 7 am. She always arrived pretty early before the hotel opened, not being able to contain a bit of her excitement. “Niffty! What are you doing? You didn’t have to wait outside!”

Niffty turned towards the voice and grinned at seeing Vaggie getting closer with keys in hand. The smaller girl danced a bit in place as she giggled, “Don’t worry, Vaggie! I’m okay with a bit of cold! I’m a strong girl,“ she flexed her arms to show a small amount of muscle hidden and continued, "Besides, I gotta be here early enough to make breakfast for the residences and to be able to hear my favorite station!!”

The dark-skinned girl nodded and chuckled at her excitement as she unlocked the door. The moment that it was open, Niffty practically zipped into the hotel, started fluffing up pillows on couches, and got rid of any visible bit of trash on tables or on the floor. Vaggie looked over at the front desk, giving a small groan at seeing an “Out to lunch” sign. She walked over to it and placed it down, going behind the desk to see when or if Husk clocked out.

The silver haired girl removed her coat and pulled up her sweater, hiding some hickies, as she typed on the computer. She then jumped at hearing loud radio static, then quickly glared at Niffty, who gave her an apologetic smile. She turned the dial for a few seconds and a pretty familiar voice, “Good morning, folks! What a wonderfully, chilly day and with quite a chilling announcement. We’ve received a report that the unknown serial killer has struck again! Two missing person reports have been announced of a 20 year old Olivia Brown and well-known adult video director Valentino. Both people went missing around midnight and there hasn’t been any recent news of their current whereabouts.”

Niffty seemed interested, while Vaggie looked as if she had about 20 heart attacks all at once. She looked down at Niffty and questioned, “Hey, uh, wh-who exactly is hosting th-this station?”

The small woman answered, keeping her eyes on the radio, “His name is Alastor! Apparently, he’s visiting Eden! Not sure when though. Isn’t that exciting? A celebrity in our city!”

“Yeah…exciting…” Vaggie muttered as she listened to the radio. Alastor continued speaking, “There have been no eye witness reports and the last Olivia Brown was seen was heading off to The Alibi Room around 9:30, while Valentino left with another wrapped around his arm at an unknown time. The cheeky devil~ Updates will continue throughout the day as more information comes in. However, let’s move on to much brighter news: Eden! A lovely city that’s governed by the Magne family!”

Vaggie just started to ignore what was going on, feeling her heart hammering in her chest. She felt a little worried at him mentioning Valentino and wondered if he was going to mention anything about meeting them. Even with the announcement past, she still thought that he would say something. Maybe pin it on them? Why not? It sure as hell would make for an interesting story and he’d probably get tons of viewers, especially knowing that the mayor’s daughter is involved! No! Worse! Charlie delivered the killing blow! “Hey, are you okay? You look a little pale.”

Vaggie glanced back at Niffty, who was lightly gripping at her long skirt, showing that she was nervous and concerned. She sighed and gave a small nod, “Y-Yeah, I’m fine…guess I missed breakfast, you know?”

Niffty hummed as she took the wireless radio and smiled, “I’ll make you something quick to eat, while making food for the guests! Be right back!” Before she could say anything to the small girl, Niffty zipped into the kitchen and turned up the volume a bit on the radio. Vaggie tried to breathe deeply and not think about how fucked up this all was.

She looked up when she heard a ding at the door and greeted, “Hello, welcome to the Happy Hotel! How ma-”

“Vaggie….I heard the radio,” she looked up and saw Charlie, who looked very exhausted and had leaves in her hair, as well as twigs. Vaggie asked her, getting out from behind the front desk, “Charlie, what happened? Why are there twigs in your hair?”

Charlie sat down on a couch nearby, while Vaggie began to take the small plants out from her the strands. The pale-skinned girl explained, “I heard Al’s report, well…a part of it, on the radio at my parents’ house and, uh…I kinda freaked out. I had to sneak out because my mom wanted to know what happened last night, but that clearly wouldn’t end well! So, I made an excuse to go to my room and went out the win-”

Her lover interrupted, “Couldn’t you have just…left out the back door?”

“….Shut up. Logic doesn’t exist here,” Charlie excused her poorly thought out actions, while pouting at Vaggie. The silver-haired girl snorted and rolled her eyes, telling her, “Well…did you figure anything else about Al?”

Charlie shrugged, messing with her bowtie, “I…I think he’s in Eden to-” “YEAH!” Niffty ran out of the kitchen, stirring a bowl of pancake batter, and exclaimed, “Did you guys here!? Alastor is coming- no, he is in Eden! He came last night! Obviously, how else would he get news about that damn serial killer coming to our neck of the woods? Ugh! I feel-”

Vaggie snapped her fingers and sighed, “Niffty, focus!”

The small girl shook her short bright red hair and giggled, “Whoops! Sorry. Anyway, he’s coming to Eden and- Eeeeee! -guess where he’s staying?”

“No need to guess, my sugar-filled jane! Because I have arrived,” the other two girls slowly looked over at the front, seeing Alastor standing with a microphone-like cane in his hand. He grinned widely at them and greeted, “We meet again~”

They just stared blankly at him, not knowing what to say. Next, Angelo came into the hotel and started, “Yeah, yeah, I know what I’m wearin’ ain’t ideal, but I got some clothes I ca-” he stopped when he saw Al turn his head to him. He blinked at the dapper man and groaned, “God damn it…”

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