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Jason's bday party is fun 🥴
#i haven't smoked this much in a sec#3 blunts 2 joints and 250 mg later#oh shit 2 dabs and an entire gram cart too 🤣#a LOT
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Lips of an Angel
Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader
Summary : You and Billy dated for the entirety of his senior year at Hawkins High before breaking up in August 1985. Both you and Billy have moved on but neither of your partners know about the late night phone calls.
Warnings : Swearing, talks of infidelity, daddy is referenced as a joke
Word count : 912
A/N : Based on Lips of an Angel by Hinder.
Your boyfriend was already in bed, patiently awaiting you. You used the same excuse, "I need to call my parents." Now, you stood in the kitchen as you dialed his number. You knew how wrong this was, how badly this could blow up but at the same time, you never stopped loving him and he never stopped loving you.
The phone clicked before his voice rang out. "Hey, give me a sec, I'm trying to bring it outside." You laughed, listening to him struggle to get the cord to go out of the door. "Okay, I'm good now. She's cooking or some shit, I don't know." You hummed, "He's in bed. I told him I was calling my parents." Billy cackled, "I mean, you are speaking to your daddy." You wanted to laugh but you couldn't. "Shut up, you're gonna make me laugh."
Billy hummed, "Fuck it, blow your cover. Who gives a fuck? I'm sure that fucker won't do anything anyways." You rolled your eyes. "Billy, shut up," you said quietly, eyes darting to the opening of the kitchen. "I don't see why we don't just hook up, we both want it. I can be at the Motel Six on Cornwallis in five minutes with motivation." You hated yourself for actually contemplating seeing him.
"Billy, we can't. Not right now." He sighed and blew smoke out, "I know." His heard thumped on the wall of the house as he looked up. "Fuck, I wish we were still together. I fucked up." You thought about his words, wishing the two of you were still together but he was facing so much anger with his father that he brought into the relationship which caused arguments nearly every other day.
"You didn't fuck up. Right person, wrong time, that's what you said." He hummed, lips wrapped around his cigarette. "Did you start smoking again?" He sighed, "Yeah, she stresses me out. Always wondering what I'm doing. I'm surprised she hasn't come out here yet to see who I'm walking to." You hummed, nodding even though he couldn't see you.
"How's he treating you?" You sighed, "He always gives me things, like I appreciate him spending money on me but at the same time, I don't want you telling me you love me with expensive stuff." Billy's breathing stopped, he felt his heart tighten. "Love? You love him?" He was ready to pull the phone off of the cord and throw it into the road so someone would run it over.
"I don't love him, not like I love you. He tells me he loves me, I haven't said it back." Billy let out a breath, his body relaxing once more. "Just meet me, please," he begged. "Okay," you said softly. "Where?" "Fuck, um, skull rock." You nodded, "Okay, I can be there in ten minutes." "Okay, see you there." He hung up first and you put the phone up and went into the bedroom.
"Something came up, I have to leave but I'll be back soon." Your boyfriend nodded, "Is everything okay?" You nodded as you got dressed and grabbed your car keys. You began driving to skull rock, knowing how wrong this was to your boyfriend but if nothing happen then he shouldn't care.
You parked your car and began walking through the woods to the rock and a few minutes later, Billy emerged through the brush and you laughed as he picked leaves out of his hair, shaking it out like a dog. He sat down on the ground across from you, tapping your foot with his own.
"Well fuck, didn't expect you to actually come." You laughed, "I didn't expect you to come either." The two of you laughed before talking as he moved so he was beside you, close enough that you could feel his body heat and could smell the nicotine on his breath as he talked. Neither of you knew what came over the two of you as Billy leaned in.
You placed your hand on his chest and shook your head once his forehead made contact with yours. "We can't, B." His left hand held onto your waist, "Just one, they wouldn't know. I won't tell anyone." You contemplated it and you hated yourself for it. Your boyfriend didn't deserve this and you were sure Billy's girlfriend didn't deserve this either.
"We can't do this to them." He sighed, "You're right." He kept his head on yours, trying to savor the moment with you, knowing he'd have to leave soon. His eyes burned, having to hold his own tears back as he held onto you. "I'm so sorry," he said, lips ghosting over your skin as you shut your eyes, hand holding onto his knee. "It's okay, B. I forgave you when we broke up, we're gonna be okay." He nodded, hands itching to pull you in for a hug.
Soon, the two of you were back at your respected houses and you laid beside your sleeping boyfriend as he moved beside you, his body felt foreign to you after being against Billy's. You brushed it off before going to sleep, so badly wishing it was the blonde man next to you, wishing you could smell his Estée Lauder "Aramis" scent once more but instead of it invading your senses, the scent of the Farrah Fawcett hairspray did and unfortunately, you weren't able to sleep peacefully after seeing Billy, your heart knowing that he was your home.
#billy hargrove fanfiction#stranger things billy#william hargrove#billy hargrove x f!reader#billy hargrove x female reader#billy stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#billy hargove imagine#billy hargrove x you#billy hargrove
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So this is how it starts - Chapter 2
Chapter 1
Pairing: Matty x original female character
Warnings: drinking, smoking, swearing; mentions of: misoginy, cancer (in the past), infertility
Disclaimer: some of what the ofc is experiencing is rooted in my lived reality, however I lie for plot purposes a lot. I draw inspiration from things that I read somewhere or that actually happened to me or my friends. It's not proof read and English is my second languageso there's either too many commas or not enough commas.
Further disclaimer: yes I know it's not *that* hard to wrap a pan, it's very hard however to make it look nice...
"So you and Matty hit it off last night" it's not a question.
I'm on the phone with Carly after a "call me when you get this" message she sent me at 7am the following Saturday.
"Why would you think that??"
"Adam literally showed me the group chat where Matty called you "fit"" she laughs.
"Fucking hell, that sounds like we're back in year 9" I roll my eyes although she can't see it.
"Don't avoid the subject. What happened after you guys left for the tube station" she makes it sound like a conspiracy.
"We did just that. We went to the tube station and then home"
"I feel like you're leaving out *a lot* of details and one to three major plot points"
"fiiiine" i groan but have to laugh as well "it's ridiculous. Halfway down the road we decided to get another drink. We sat in a bar and talked until we were thrown out and then we went home"
"Liar"
"Not a lie" technically.
"Come oooon, I haven't been on a date in *ages*! I live vicariously through you" I hear Adam saying something in the background that I can't quite make out and they both giggle at something.
"I have to insist that this definitely wasn't a date and it really wasn't that exciting.
Anyway, like I said, halfway down the road to the tube station Matty asked if I really wanted to go home or if I was up to get a drink with him. I said yes and so we went to a pub that was kind of crowded but we managed to get a seat at the bar. We talked about ... anything really. He thought it was kind of unfair that I had a pretty much clear Idea of what he does for a living and asked about being a tattoo artist and running a shop and all that. He told me about BJJ, I told him about growing up with five siblings. We got a bit drunk and I think at some point I kind of insulted him as "the queen of juxtaposition" or something, it was good fun...I think. Did I mention that we both were quite drunk? Fuck, I swear I made a proper fool out of myself."
"Yeah, you do that when you're drunk" Carly laughs.
"Thanks, I'm mortified... Well at some point he had to go to the toilet and some bloke thought he could take Matty's seat and chat me up. Next thing I know Matty's having a row with that guy and the bartender threw us out to prevent a pub fight."
"And there I was thinking you were thrown out because they were closing and you stayed that long because the conversation was just sooooo good" Carly interjects in a slightly mocking tone.
"Yeah, well, no. We had a laugh about it and went on to the tube station. Turned out he wasn't planning on taking the tube and just wanted to bring me. But yeah, that was it."
"Have you talked since?
"It's literally been nine hours and nope. I don't even have his number" fucking idiot not getting his number.
"Well that can be arranged, wait a sec"
My phone chimes with a message from Carly who just sent me Matty's contact info.
"Excuse you? You can't just give out personal information like that?!" I'm kind of glad she did though.
"Make it a good story at your guys' wedding and we're even"
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Do I text or call? Text or call, text or call? I kind of want to hear his voice but I don't want to disturb hin in case he's in the middle of something. But calling is more personal, however, he doesn't even know I have his number and that's super creepy. Fuck, why is this so agonizing. Fuck it, I'll text him.
Me: Hey Matty, this is Hannah from last night. You know, the tall and pretty one :P Carly gave me your number in an act of rebellion against data security, hope you don't mind. Did you get home safe?
His answer comes in a matter of minutes.
Matty: Hello! Tall and pretty indeed. I did get home safe, although I feel like I should be the one asking you this.
Me: We're both alive and well it seems.
Matty: Good. Will you go on another date with me?
Me: What do you mean "another"?
Matty: Avoiding the question!
Me: Not avoiding, clarifying! but yes, I will go on a date with you.
Matty: Another! :)
Me: Seriously, is drunk shit talking and almost getting punched by some bloke your Idea of a date? That wasn't a proper date, my friend.
Matty: Who made you the Master of Proper Dates?
Me: Not you apparently
Matty: Also I would like to clarify that I do martial arts for self defense not to get into fights with random strangers.
Me: yeah keep telling yourself that
Matty: You're sassy, you know that?
Me: yeah, I do sometimes hang out with myself.
Matty: About that date... You free Friday?
Almost one whole week? My heart sinks a tiny little bit.
Me: yes, I'm free Friday.
Matty: Then it's a date. The second one.
Me: Serisously, that's such a weird hill to die on
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On Sunday he sends me a picture of him in a park with Adam and Baby Hann and captions it: "Is it possible we have a favorite person in common?". I know he's referring to the child but I can't help but reply "I don't like Adam *that* much??" which earns me a bunch of laughing emojis.
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On Monday I send him a photo of my super messy kitchen after trying to cook a halfway decent meal and caption it with "if one of your future date ideas involves cooking, I'm out" to which he replies: "A woman who doesn't love to cook? you will never make a man happy :P"
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He calls me on Tuesday evening just as I'm in the middle of wrapping Christmas presents. "What are you up to at the moment?" he asks innocently enough.
"I'm trying to not lose my mind while gift wrapping?"
"For Christmas?? It's only the beginning of December!"
"And I hate Christmas shopping so each year I make one day at the beginning of December designated Christmas-present-day where I get all the gifts I need to get so I can relax for a whole year after that. Except for the part where I need to figure out how to wrap a pan"
"A pan?"
"Yeah you know the cooking thing. It's almost like a pot but..."
"I know what a pan is, woman" he laughs.
"It sounded like you wanted an explanation. I'm not judging, there are a lot of complicated words."
"you're such a menace. I meant why are you giving away pans for Christmas? that's a bit of a... weird gift?" he's still laughing.
„Hey, it's a nice pan and my sister-in-law asked for one, I’m not weird, I promise“
"I can't believe I'm asking this but do you want help wrapping gifts?"
"You mean now?"
"Yeah, I'm still at the studio but that's not too far from where you said you lived"
"Honestly, Matty, that would save my sanity and my evening"
"Cool, then I'm coming over"
"The place is a mess and tiny so don't expect much"
"Seriously, Hannah, you don't cook, you don't clean, what ever are you doing with your time??" his tone is obviously mocking.
"Be nice, I have a pan to hit you with if you get too cheeky"
"Uuuh, maybe I'm into that??"
"Please, don't be?"
We both laugh, I give him my address and we hang up.
An hour later I open the door to an overly excited Matty holding a bottle of red wine and grinning from ear to ear.
He hands me the bottle and adds "It sounded like you could use the moral support"
"Matty, I have to confess something to you" I say in a serious tone.
His expression changes and he furrows his brow. "What is it? Is everything ok?"
"I'm afraid I'm more of a white wine girly" I say with a mocking sad expression and a pout
"Pffffff, I thought you liked that Malbec the other day just fine"
"And I felt like a proper French philosopher drinking it"
"Fucking French philosopher" he laughs.
I lead him into the living room where the epitome of the gift wrapping mess is located and get two glasses from the kitchen. He pours the wine, takes a glass and looks around.
"Cosy" he nods
"Messy" I sigh
"Did you manage to wrap the pan?"
"Not yet"
"Why don't you just put it in a box and wrap that?"
"Thought of that, but I don't have a box that fits the fucking thing"
"Ok teamwork then" He takes a sip of the wine, puts his glass down on the coffee table, claps his hands and goes "what do you need me to hold?"
And that is how Matty and I end up on my living room floor, me giving instructions and cutting tape, him holding the paper in place, until it is finally done and the fucking pan is wrapped in paper.
"You could turn it upside down, draw a face on it and sell it as a duck"
"No more experiments, I'm just happy the fucking thing is wrapped in something"
We drink some more wine and wrap some more gifts although none of them prove to be as challenging as the pan.
"Hey will you help me wrap my gifts... later in December... when I actually manage to get something?" he asks and for a second he seems kind of shy
"Only if there's wine again"
"Just tell me which wine you like"
"Pinot Grigio"
"Whatever that is"
"You're the wine nerd??"
"I never said that!" he laughs.
His phone he had placed on the coffee table, before making himself comfortable on the floor, rings. I instinctively look and see the caller ID says "Denise".
"Oh sorry, I have to get that" he takes the phone and goes to my tiny kitchen.
I try not to follow the conversation which is kind of impossible in my rather small flat. He doesn't say much but I can make out a "looking forward to seeing you tomorrow" and that he ends the call with "love you".
My heart sinks. He has a girlfriend? Of course he has. That was to be expected when I think about it. He's handsome, successful, fills arenas with girls who love him... and on top of that he's funny and lovely. What a fool am I to believe he could ever be interested in me...
Matty comes back in the living room and just says "Sorry 'bout that"
"'s alright" I mumble. Yeah good job hiding your disappointment.
"Actually I probably should get going, it's getting late and you most likely have work tomorrow?"
"I do, yeah... Thanks so much for your help and the wine" I try my best at a fake smile.
"See you Friday?" he asks and I almost answer that no we won't see each other on Friday and that the date is off since he's obviously not single and I don't date men who aren't single, but I also don't want to explain to him that I kind of listened to a private conversation of his so I just choke out a "hmm yeah, see you Friday" before closing the door behind him.
Chapter 3
#matty fic#matty healy#matty healy fanfic#matty healy fanfiction#the1975fanfic#matty healy x oc#Matty x oc#this is how it starts
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a jimmy for you 😌🤲🏻💕
Alrighty, I get that I have not posted any real story for Common Education but this pic is giving me vibes. Warnings for zero editing and GOOD CHRIST sexual tension. WC ??? It's not long.
Sad Sack, a Common Education headcanon/thing/idk
So imagine you're older-student-Jimmy Dobyne's history professor and you've had a few instances of realizing that he is not at all like your typical student based on his background. He knows hard labor. He knows early mornings and long days. He does not know partying or really getting out of the comfort zone of similar-minded people. Jimmy's roommate, Steve Rogers, being an artsy nerd is a bit of a stretch as is.
Imagine that the first big paper was due last week in your class, and Jimmy did...okay.
He's good at memorization, like a lot of college freshmen, but he's not been asked to analyze very much. His paper didn't give any insight or opinion, and you critiqued it as nicely as possible because you are rooting for Jimmy (probably more than you should). You want this young man to succeed.
Jimmy does not take it well.
You don't see him two classes in a row which means he's now missed a week. Yes, you videotape lectures for kids like Steve Rogers who have reason to not come into class frequently. Yes, Jimmy hasn't missed any assignments at all and his grade average is perfectly fine.
You're still worried.
So you spend more time than normal at that little bakery you first met him at, arriving a little earlier, staying until the last second before you have to get to your classroom. No Jimmy.
Finally, you brave asking Noah, one of the bakery employees, if he's seen Jimmy around.
Noah looks very confused.
"Yeah," he scoffs, "I love that guy. I haven't had back pain all week."
When you return an equally bewildered stare, Noah points toward the back.
"He's right out there."
You crane your head over the counter and lower your voice. "May I?" You point through the building. "Do you mind?"
You think perhaps...well, you don't know what to think as Noah leads you carefully through the kitchen and to the alleyway beyond.
Sure enough, there's Jimmy, hauling enormous sacks of flour off the back of a truck and just shooting the shit with the delivery men all taking a smoke break whilst your student does their jobs for them.
You don't mean to, but you hiss his name like a disappointed mother.
"What are you doing?" As the other workers around seem more interested in what such a professional, pristine lady is doing out on their loading bay, you step closer to continue asking, "Why haven't you come to class?"
Does he need the money? You thought he had enough of a scholarship to cover living expenses. It's not as if the man still donning his farm shirts and stained henley is a big spender.
He ignores you until tossing the flour onto a dolly Noah then rolls inside.
"Look, Teach--" Jimmy takes off his trademark hat to wring in his hands, calling out to the workers by the truck "--one sec, boys."
He juts his head out to lead you deeper into the alley, then crosses when he realizes that's near the dumpster.
"I'm not..." Jimmy pulls a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, tapping one out and putting it between his lips. He doesn't light it. "I don't think I'm cut out for this. I don't know why I came here."
"Is this because of one paper? Did something happen in another class?" You stop yourself from ripping the smoke right out of his mouth so he'll look you in the eye.
Jimmy shakes his head and does it for you, rolling his tongue over chapped lips and then holding them in.
"No, ma'am."
You relax a little, waiting for him to elaborate. You're waiting the whole time Jimmy mulls over his cigarette. He takes out a lighter and then thinks better of it and shoves it back in his pants, leaving the hand buried in his pocket.
"Can't have you thinking of me like that," he mumbles. "Like what if I just get worse? What if I'm stupid and...I don't want you to see me that way."
His concern warms you inside, hitting lower than that heat of appreciation should.
You sigh, trying not to allow your smile to read as dismissive.
"You are not stupid, Jimmy. You proved that long before you walked into my class. You're skilled and curious. You work hard. You could never fail that way. You could certainly never--" you clear your throat "--fail me."
He looks everywhere else but at you, shyly adjusting the brim of his hat again.
"You're just saying that."
No, in fact, you shouldn't be saying that. You shouldn't be having any hushed conversation in a back alley with one of your students, but you can't stand the thought of Jimmy giving up. He deserves this. He deserves options and a way to elevate himself. He deserves to choose his own path beyond the plot of farm he's only known.
"Come back to class," you beg, chancing to reach out and grasp the arm--that thick, veiny, strong forearm--which fiddles with a cigarette like a silver dollar dancing between his fingers. You could be hypnotized by those hands, how they move, what they can do. "Please."
He flexes in your hold.
"You want me?"
His deep voice should not spark the high jump your heart does.
"I want you there," you allow, swallowing the lump in your throat.
For whatever reason, you can't for the life of you let go of Jimmy's arm, and your gaze raises. Your apologetic eyes are met with something infinitely more dangerous--confident, clear blue ones.
"Can't let you down then, can I?"
You're trapped, helpless, at the complete mercy of a gentleman you almost wish were naughty.
"So," you whisper, "I'll see you Tuesday?"
"You'll see me whenever you want, Teach."
Oh damn.
You release his arm finally, the breath you had no clue you were holding gusting out like a tidal wave.
"I'm taking this," you say, plucking the smoke from his hand. "It's a nasty habit. You should quit."
But you don't throw it on the ground or dispose of it in the dumpster, no. You're going to need this cigarette after you forcefully release the freight train of tension that just drove its way into your core.
Just as you turn, Jimmy lands an equally incendiary response.
"Yes, ma'am. I can do that for you."
Y'ALL I AM NOT OKAY.
WHY.
WHY HE END UP SO FUCKING HOTT?
HOW???
My god, no wonder I haven't been able to write more than drabbles of these two--I'D FAINT. immediately. D.E.D. Ded.
Anyway, tagging interested parties is beyond my brainpower at the moment, so maybe in reblogs later. Fuk. I need a cold shower.
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There's just under 7 hours until 2024 and idk what this post is gonna be but let me ramble for a sec
I had good and bad moments this year, which is ok because the good outweigh the bad. I've been on testosterone for over 2 years and I'm loving the change in myself, I'm so much happier now. I wouldn't say that I fully love myself but I don't hate myself, if that makes sense?
I started uni the beginning of October and I'm enjoying it, I never thought I'd actually get into uni (thanks low self confidence 🤪✌️). I've given up smoking and vaping, which I'm proud of myself for so hooray 🙌
I know I haven't exactly been active but I wanna say to my moots/peopleim following: I love you guys and I hope you have a great new year 💜 💓 💗 💖 💛 💕 💜 💓
@heeseongism @hee-pster @chanstopher @changbeens @jaylaxies @hyunpic @hyunlixwife @hwanghyunjinenthusiast @shoverse @yangjeongin @foxdaisy @hyunsung @alphadisaster @lee--felix (and to those that I haven't tagged: I love you all 💕)
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I missed the requests were back open, hope I’m not too late but when I saw the prompts I knew I needed #8 with Bish! BTW luff ya! 😘🩷
You're not too late, and even if you were, you'd get special treatment! Hope you like it :)
"I'm going out for a cigarette," you state, your husband rolling his eyes.
"Filthy habit."
He's right, but you always did love a good smoke with a cocktail. One bad habit breeds another, you suppose. "I'll leave you and your judgement alone."
He throws his head back with soft laughter, reaching to stroke your arm as you stand from the table. "Alright, baby. See you in a sec."
Picking up your Manhattan, you take it outside of the bar and grill you're currently enjoying a late lunch/early dinner at, walking outside back into the furnace of the summer heat, taking a seat at one of the empty outside tables. Anyone with sense is indoors, enjoying the AC.
You're just about to check a few work emails on your phone after lighting up when a voice you haven't heard in years halts that. "She still loves a good Manhattan, huh?"
Obispo. Immediately, your heart catapults within your chest, turning to see your ex-fiance smiling at you.
"It's been a while, huh?"
God, he's still so handsome. "It has, Obi." You were the only person ever allowed to shorten his name, and he loved it. Almost as much as he loved you. "How are you?"
He leans to you, kissing your cheek, the smell of cologne, cigarettes and leather taking you back, to the time in your life when he was your entire world. Until it all came crashing down. "I'm really good, and you?"
He sniffs softly, scratching his beard. "You know me, same old. Can't complain." His eyes sweep over you, a small tour of reacquaintance, stopping when they reach the large, glittering engagement ring sat atop your wedding band. "So, you got married, huh? Congratulations."
His face breaks into a sunny smile, but the warmth doesn't quite reach his words. It makes you feel sad for a moment, your heartstrings tugged at, remembering how it all fell apart with him. Sometimes it feels like yesterday, sometimes longer than the eight years it's been since you walked out on him.
"I did. Yeah, I did." Your eyes find your husband, who is lost in his phone, just as you had planned to be. Instead, you find yourself dangerously close to losing yourself to the past, now that it's standing right there in front of you.
He follows your gaze, looking at your beloved before his eyes fall to you once more. His mouth twitches at the corner, brow furrowing a tiny bit. “I guess I’d have been him, if I wasn’t so hard to love.”
It would sound self-pitying if you didn't know the man inside out, and know that while others might mistake it for that, you know it's his brutal candour. He never hides from the harsh truth.
You smile with lament, yet a resolve that you worked hard for, that no matter what, you'd never, ever let him creep back in again. "I guess you would have been, yeah."
He nods, fiddling with the keys in his hand, making the muscles of his forearm flex and cord. God, those muscles. "It was really good seeing you, sweetheart." His hand reaches to grasp your shoulder, his eyes earnest, crinkled by his smile. "You take care."
You know you're over him, you know this. As his feet walk him away and back out of your life, though, you suddenly feel like he's taking a little bit of you with him.
If you're honest, you guess there was a part of you that always did remain with him, no matter how hard he was to love.
#bishop losa#bishop losa fanfiction#bishop losa x female reader#bishop losa imagine#bishop losa x you#mayans mc#mayans mc fanfiction#mayans mc imagine#mayans mc fanfic#mayans mc fic
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sweet pea: the fighters
A/n this is based on the fight between the Bulldogs and the serpents
Warnings: talk about physical abuse
Physical fighting people getting beaten up
This is pretty much just pure fluff
Smoking of cigarettes
enjoy this while i work on requests
Sweet pea, sitting on his motorcycle in the pouring rain waiting for the Bulldogs with the rest of the serpents
"Be careful my love" I tell him Not wanting him to get too hurt
"You don't gotta worry about me," sweet pea says he kisses me on the forehead.
He turns his head away from me as he hears the Bulldogs pull up as soon as Archie steps out, sweet pea gets off the bike
Sweet pea starts walking towards Archie when he reaches him they stare down each other
As thunder claps in the sky Archie throws the first punch I straighten my back making sure sweet pea is okay debating whether or not to run into the middle of the fight
I decide against it, not wanting to get caught up in the middle. I may be a serpent, but as someone who got abused by their father, their entire childhood is not someone runs into the middle of a fight, unless someone's dying
When I see sweet pea back on his feet, I'd let out a breath of relief my eyes avert everywhere I see Archie getting thrown on the ground,. And then a second later I see one of the serpents getting their nose broken.
I see Dilson whip out a pocket knife even though there's a strict rule, no weapons not a second later, Archie yell out "Dilton!" And Archie getting thrown to the floor yet again
Archie gets kicked in the stomach by sweet pea that look like it hurt I feel a little bad for him, the next thing I hear is a gun going off seeing Archie's girlfriend Veronica, with a gun in her hand
My boy coming running after me, saying "let's go"
Me and sweet pea jump on the bike and head home. We have arrived at my trailer. I live alone because I got my dad thrown in jail.
We're both soaking wet when we walk into my trailer so I walk into my bedroom to change my clothes, when I come back out, I see sweet pea, shirtless, and and his nose and cheek and lip is bleeding
"Get off the couch, go to the bathroom I'll be there in a sec" tell him as i go to my bedroom to grab my first aid kit
When I get to the bathroom I see him sitting on the toilet, which I'm very happy about because he is very tall and I am according to my friends and him very short But whatever
I put down my first aid kit and open it up as I get alcohol wipes and some disinfectant for his wounds and some aloe vera cream for the bruises on his ribs
"My love, you need to stop fighting with everybody and just let some things go. I'm tired of patching you up all the time" I tell him
"I know you don't like it pretty girl but he fucking deserved it" sweet peas says
"Sweet pea this is exactly what I talk about he was just spring painting it's nothing you haven't done before and that's what pissed you off. You started it and then he took out his gun because he felt threatened like you wouldn't have done the same thing if you had a gun. Because I know for sure as hell, I would have." I say
"You have a point pretty girl I'm sorry my anger gets the best of me sometimes I'm still impressed you still Find it in you to stay with me" he says looking down
"Sweet pea my love of course I stay you have anger issues which is completely fair I used to have angry issues worse than yours. I just found a way to cope with mine, that's what you need to do as well it'll take time but you will get there and I will help you through it. I promise my love" I said to him and return, the kiss on the forehead, he gave me earlier
"Thank you pretty girl I love you" he says as he hugs me
I hug him back saying "of course my love now go to bed I have to pee and then I'll be there" as I kiss him on the lips
He gets off the toilet walking into my bedroom closing the door to the bathroom I reach under the sink, grabbing my ashtray
Then, reaching in my back pocket to pull out my pack of cigarettes and lighting one
He knows I smoke, I'm not hiding it from him but if his parents smelled the smoke on him, he would be killed literally so I do it in the bathroom where I can have privacy
I take a hit of the cigarette blow the smoke out and ash it off in the ashtray putting it out, putting it under the sink again, opening the door and then walking into my bedroom I grab a pair of shorts and a T-shirt to sleep in
As I start changing clothes I hear from sweet pea " looking good pretty girl"
"You dog" I say laughing
I make my way towards the bed slide under the covers not even a second later I feel sweet pea, leaning on my boobs, his arm over my stomach falling asleep
#riverdale#sweet pea#sweetpeaimagines#sweey pea smut#smut#riverdale fanfiction#riverdale sweet pea#southside serpents
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Part 1. Meeting the boys
Previous / next
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Earlier~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I wake up to the sound of our smoke alarm going off. I get up quickly and run over to the kitchen. I see Jennie putting out the fire on the stove. "Yah! Jennie!" I yell out and run over. I help put out the fire and see the rest of the girls run out of their rooms. "What happened in here?!" Ryujin yells out in shock. "I'M SO SORRY, I WAS TRYING TO COOK BREAKFAST FOR US AND I ACCIDENTALLY PUT TOO MUCH SALT AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED." Jennie explains. We all start to laugh and I go pat Jennie's back. "Well its the thought that counts." I smile at her. She looks at the ground and fidgets with her shirt. "Well I guess that means I'll order something from the cafe.." Solar says and takes out her phone. "I'll go pick it up." I say and start to get dressed.
I start to walk over to the Jyp Cafe and order for all of us. I sit down and go on my phone. I had noticed when we walked in that there was a girl who kept looking at me from her table. she must've recognized me because she started to walk over. "Um excuse me, I don't wanna bother you but can I take a photo with you? Your Love Luna of Lunaire right?" I look up at her and smile. I get up and stand next to her. She's kinda cute and tiny. "Of course I'll take a photo with you." I pose next to her and look at the camera. "Oh my god thank you so much. You have no idea how long I've been a fan of yours. I'm a predebut fan and I love your work. It's amazing how much you are like Bangchan and creating a group on your own. I could never." I smile at her while she's rambling and look at the badge she has on. Official Jype trainee, how odd. I analyze her clothes and looks like she just came from practicing. So early in the morning too. I hear my name get called from the barista. "It's been really nice meeting you and honestly I don't think I've ever heard someone compare me with Bangchan. I'mma tell you a secret." I lean in close and whisper in her ear," I've never met Stray kids before." I pull away and walk to get our food.
"Hey y'all I'm back with the food!!" I yell out and set the food on the counter. The girls are in living room and slowly turn to me. They all have blank expressions. "What's wrong." I say and notice our manager. "They are saying that our group is gonna be broken up. They are terminating out contract and we will be assigned to go to different groups." Soyeon states her voice breaking a little. "What?! This can't be true." I look up at our manager and she reaches her hand out with a paper. I grab the paper and read it. "I'm so sorry girls." Our manager says and walks out the door. No way. I've sacrificed everything for this. This can't happen. "I don't accept this." I yell out and all the girls look at me. "It's already been decided. We can't do anything." Solar tells me. "No it can't end like this. I won't accept this." I yell out in anger. "Calm down. We will think of something." Soyeon says and side hugs me. "As long as we promise not to leave each other we will figure it out." We all nod our heads and hug each other.
Couple days later..
Our manager had told us that we would need to start packing soon to move with our new groups. We haven't been told where we are going and we are resisting as much as we can. "Luna. Come over here for a sec." My manager asks and I follow her. "What is it?" I state blankly. "It seems that my boss wants to have a meeting with you. It seems its about your group contract." I look down at the floor and fidgets with my shirt. "Ok." I say and she starts to walk away. "Oh right, and wear something appropriate. Nun of your gansta crap. I know you will just wear it to spite him but this is big. Not something to mess around with." What the hell does that mean. I turn around and roll my eyes. Whatever. I'll see what to wear. Just something simple and cute.
~~~~~~~~~~~~ The present ~~~~~~~~~~~
I turn the knob slowly and walk in. I see a group of 8 sitting down on a large couch and my boss sitting in his desk. I bow to everyone and put an annoyed face on. "Please don't be angry, Luna. We need to talk. Please sit." I look at the small chair and sit down reluctantly. I look over to the 8 guys sitting across from me. Wow they mad attractive. Wait isn't this Stray kids. Holy crap.
Maybe I should've dressed a little nicer. I notice one guy staring directly at me. I think his name is Felix. He looks me up and down then makes direct eye contact with me. Holy shi- "So Luna I've heard you're not happy with the group breaking up. May I hear why?" Jyp stupidly states.
"Well for one I've sacrificed a lot for the group and you just take it away just like that is not ok. Now you're gonna put us in different groups and for what? Aren't we popular enough to keep going?" I argue while trying to be still as respectful as possible. I mean he is my boss. He tilts his head to the side and leans back in his chair. He lets a out a laugh and straightens up. "Well you do know what a temporary group is right? You were never gonna stay as a group forever. That is basic knowledge." He says and makes me sound stupid. I fidget with my purse and look down at my shoes. "I just kinda of thought that if we got big enough. You would let us stay as a permanent group.." I start to speak quietly now. Losing all my confidence.
It stays silent for a while until I think of something. If he just wanted to talk to me about it he could've done it privately. Not in front of one the of the biggest 4th gen boy group. I look up slowly and analyze the boys again. All of them looking right at me. Crap. Wait why are they here. No way. Is he gonna partner me with them. Ha isn't that great. I start to gain my confidence back. I lean back in my chair and let out a laugh. I smirk and look at Jyp. "So why am I really here. I know it's not just to listen to me complain that I don't want it group to break up. I'm amusing that you want to talk about me moving to another group. Like this lovely group right here, Stray kids." I say with full confidence. Jyp looks at me with a frown and sucks on his teeth.
"Correct. You've got it right. I do want you to move into their group. And by want I mean you are. No questions asked." He says trying to dominate me. "Yeah no. So here's what's gonna happen. I'm not gonna do that and you're gonna make my group permanent. Because I have something you don't want to get out." I say grabbing my bag and tossing over a paper. His eyes widen as he looks at the paper. "I knew that you were gonna do this and so I came prepared. I have pretty good acting skills don't I?" He freezes in the spot and I stand up and walk over to his desk. "So sure I'll join your little boy group but on some conditions. You might wanna write it down." I say and look at his secretary hiding in the other room hiding behind the door. "Come on out and do what you're told." I say and she comes out.
"Alright so the number 1 condition. You will make Lunaire a permanent group and don't move anyone. I of course will not have time to be the leader so Soyeon will take my place. Number 2 I will join this group only if Bangchan has full rights of the group. You don't do anything for them and take credit for what isn't yours. So you will do everything in your power to promote us. Number 3 you will not force anything on us. That includes diets, clothes, forced interactions, overworking and performing while injured. Last but not least I want rights to my group. I decide what's good for them and what happens." I lean against the desk making eye contact with him. "Got that? All is good then." I say brightly smiling and grabbing my bag. I look over to the boys. "Does that sound alright with you?" I say looking at Chan. He nods his head and looks blankly at me. I smile and bow. I grab the paper that the secretary was writing on and write an agreement on the bottom. "Sign" I say and hand the pen over to Jyp. He signs it and looks at me in horror. "Well that's all. Bye bye" I bow and walk out.
"Now that is one hell of a girl." Lee know says out loud and looks at his members.
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#stray kids#stray kids imagines#stray kids stay#stray kids series#stray kids smut#straykids hard hours#straykids smut
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Hey @slashingdisneypasta remember that ask you sent me of the possibility that Wheezy and Poppy met when she was a kid?
This isn't their first time meeting... But I couldn't help myself and wrote this.
Reunion
Plot: Poppy reunites with an old friend from her childhood.
Warnings: Uh... None? Aside from smoking and some curses. Just some nice, self-indulgent fluff.
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'Ok... I can do this. I can do this. If I haven't forgotten him, surely he remembers me too.' The rabbit thought to herself. As she had been the past three minutes trying to encourage herself to speak to the smoker sitting on the bus stop bench.
For the past few days, or rather the past few times that Poppy had been waiting for the bus back home around this time, the bluish weasel had been sitting on that bench smoking his lungs out. Sometimes he had a guitar case with him, though not this time. Usually, Poppy didn't give the people she saw on her route much thought. She'd just politely smile, maybe give a hello or a pardon me if she had to get through. Or, in the case of one of those weasels she constantly read in the papers, she'd try to avoid them all together.
But here, with this man, Wheezy, it wasn't so simple for her. He looked so different now; he looked so dirty and tired and cold, now. Not to mention the countless cigarettes between his teeth and even tucked in his hat and sleeves. But she could still recognize the kind and comforting friend from her younger years underneath all the poisonous smoke. And tonight, she was going to finally going to be able to confide with her friend after so many years.
Poppy took in another deep breath through her nose to try to calm her nerves. The sound of the passing traffic and the thought of how ridiculous it was to be this anxious about greeting somebody did little to soothe her. But after a moment, she was finally able to tilt her head down towards the weasel and speak, "Hello."
He was in the middle of lighting yet another few cigarettes- had he always smoked this heavily? Or had it gotten worse over the years?- so his face was illuminated by the fire from his lighter, making the way he raised a brow at her look unnecessarily intimidating. Silence followed as Wheezy took a drag from his fresh smokes, making her worries grow worse as he took his time to respond, "Hey."
"..." Should she try again? Or was this a good enough sign? It was hard to tell with that unimpressed, slightly irritated look on his face... What if she was bothering him though? If he did recognize her, surely he would have said something sooner, right? "... How have you been, Wheezy?"
At this, Wheezy just narrowed his icy eyes at her. Causing her to flinch, and the little confidence she had accumulated to start to fizz away. Was she mistaken? Was he really not who she thought he was, and she just made things awkward for them? Or did Wheezy not recognize her? Or did he... Not want anything to do with her? She knew she wasn't the easiest child, but she had hoped... She should leave, "I-I'm sorry, sir. I thought you were somebody el-"
"Wait a sec." Those three words managed to stop Poppy from hurrying down the street to the next bus stop. She looked back to the weasel, noticing his eyes were still narrowed, but there wasn't aggression in his eyes. It looked like he was searching her face for something, and all she could do was hold her breath and wait.
But then, before she knew it, Poppy could see the iciness melt from his expression, and his brows raised a little in shock. They both blinked at each other before his resting frown turned into the soft, familiar smile she never forgot, "Poppy. Where've 'ya been, kiddo?"
Hearing the same lazy drawl that had given her comfort and sage advice during her childhood was enough to push back all of her worries. Even with the rough, gravely pitch in his voice from God knows how many years of smoking, Poppy could feel the tears brim in her eyes as she gave him the brightest smile she could muster, "I could ask you the same thing."
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It appears that their busses were going to be late. But the only ones who cared were the other toons who had stood by momentarily before moving on to another bus stop. Poppy and Wheezy had just stayed on the bench, the rest of the world dead to them as they happily chatted and caught each other up in their lives.
Even when she opened up about her downfall as an actress and the fox connected to it, even when Wheezy regretfully confirmed her fears that he was the same Wheezy Weasel that was the gunner for the dreaded Toon Patrol, all Poppy could focus on was the fact that she found her best friend again, and he still cared for her like he had all those years ago. They both had changed a lot, but he was still the same wise, friendly neighbor in her eyes.
Wheezy couldn't help but laugh when Poppy was finished with her story of one of her neighbors, "Wait, wait a minute. So she thinks 'yer a squirrel?"
"Yeah. But it's not her fault! She really needs new glasses." The rabbit claimed as she giggled, finding his laugh contagious.
"I'll say. Damn. Wonder what she'd think I am."
"Oh come on, she's a sweet old lady! I think she's turning eighty-three this year."
The smoker just shook his head with another raspy chuckle before sucking on his cigarettes some more. His cheeks were starting to hurt with how long he had been smiling, but he didn't mind it. He was just glad to see Poppy was doing so well. Well, aside from that Henry guy and that Ben fuck. But she had built a life for herself despite them. And she wasn't constantly worried about her parents' approval like she was when she was little. She was happy now.
Even if she wasn't his kid, he felt proud of the woman Poppy had grown up to be.
The two were interrupted when their transportation started to pull up. Poppy just stood back up and dusted her skirt off, "Oh! That looks like our ride."
Wheezy stood up too, but decided to check the number on the vehicles front as it drew closer. When he saw what it was, he frowned and shook his head, "Nah, that ain't my bus. Mines the next one."
The rabbit's smile fell when he said that as she glanced between her friend and the bus, disappointment plain as day in her eyes, "Oh, Really? That's a shame. I thought we could have continued this on the bus."
"Yeah, that would have been nice." Wheezy agreed with a shrug, "At least we got to talk."
Poppy nodded before her eyes widened as suddenly a thought occurred to her. She quickly rummaged through her bag for a price of paper and the pen she forgot to leave at work, "Do you have a phone number? Or I can give you mine, and we can call! Maybe even set up a date to meet each other again. Is that ok?"
The weasel flicked some ash off of four of his cigs while nodding, a small smile returning on his expression, "Yeah, that's fine. I don't think the boss will appreciate me giving out our phone, though. So I'll just call you, yeah?"
"Yeah, that's fine by me!" She chirped and quickly scrawled something on the parchment she managed to find before passing it to Wheezy. Despite having to part ways, she was beaming. How this woman had managed to become so bright and cheerful despite everything was a wonder to him, "See you next time, Wheezy."
"See 'ya 'round, kiddo."
Wheezy didn't sit back down until Poppy was on the bus, and it drove off- good thing he didn't too, or else he might have missed her waving at him as she passed. And then it was just him and the rarely quiet streets of Toontown again.
As he let out a smokeless sigh, Wheezy felt the relief wash over him. He may have gone down a dark path, but at least Poppy was doing good for herself.
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I hope this was enjoyable to read ^^ I kinda wrote in a rush so I apologize if it isn't very coherent.
#my own writing#Wheezy Weasel#Toon Patrol#Disney#Disney Villains#Poppy#my own OC's#my own characters#WFRR#Who Framed Roger Rabbit#fluff#platonic#its been so long since i posted my writing on my blog#at least my main blog
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As a fellow Prom lover, what do you think is happening? It’s only 3 episodes so him being such an obvious suspect is a red herring right? To be completely honest nothing makes sense on that show yet. According to the tumblr sleuths, who apparently spent the better part of the weekend comparing body shapes of all the boys, think it is Prom. I really like them together and he’s been so absent from the show so far, isn’t he supposed to be one of the mains? Anyway, I hope we at least some backstory or romance develop before they crush our dreams 😅😅
I personally do not think it's Prom, and not only because I'm in love with the guy (understatement ngl I'm down extremely bad)
To simply put this, we are seeing Nont's pov most of the investigation, and that's the pov of someone who is new to this world and is alone discovering all of this, and while I applaud his sense of investigation he is very emotionally compromised not only because he is investigating his brother's dissappearence but also cuz he just discovered a part of him he didn't know about because of Prom and that part scares him cuz there is no one to walk him through it, he is not a reliable narrator at all, we can't trust him to see things clearly rn because to him where there is smoke there is fire, but if this show has shown us at least one thing it's that u cannot just trust the first thing u see
Bringing this back to Prom for a sec, yes he is kinky with a cabinet full of it, but so are like half of these guys too, like last ep we literally saw Soong having a vision of Nant crying and we know he is into extreme things, did he have something to do with this? Did he recommend Nant to someone and that's why he fell into debt? The fuck even is the debt about? Does captain even know about the debt? (I suspect that's a yes) but is that Captain's fault too?
Anyways all this too say it's too early in the game to honestly know anything, we haven't even seen much of like half of the other characters yet, the truth is everyone but Nont is still a suspect but even that is fishy cuz is there even like a twin? Because we are yet to see footage of Nont interacting with Nant other than a phone lockscreen, how come we haven't even seen a memory of them together yet? If he loves his brother that much we should see the bond in shape of memory but hey what do I know, I'm just the dumbass who wants Prom to spank them and look at them like that too
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hehe I'm finally working on my sister's choker tonight (*´ω｀*) i did the loud parts during the day 2 shape the leather n I'm having a smoke break after finishing sewing my first layer of fabric 2 it.
when i get back inside i get 2 decorate n add lace and rings and spikes n chain mail it's a whole thing 😈 i hope she likes it!! i haven't made chokers in a sec so I'm having a lot of fun
(✿ ‚‚⌒‿⌒‚‚) I'm so much faster than last time too!! i was up All Night the first time but i don't think imma b up late this time 0: shout out to brains for doing the thing while you're away from it.
she had this cool rosary that broke so I'm giving it new life :3 the charms r rly fun and i had just the thing 2 go with it too. I'll post pictures later when it's done
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Life of a Spy
Chapter 2 Reveal
(The next day)
Aura was in the store restocking some shelves with more products. As usual she was bored but tried not to show it as there were many customers that day. The reason for that was it was a Friday and it was also a lunch rush so they had a lot of people on that day. However right now her mind was on the events of the previous day. She felt that what happened yesterday couldn't be real right? However it all felt so real, she felt the bullet and the car hitting her those times.
"Pardon me miss, but I'd like to ask where's the bread?" Aura heard a woman ask.
She turned around and saw a middle aged woman with a shopping cart full of groceries.
"Oh yeah it's in aisle three to your right." Aura explained in her customer service voice.
"Thank you, have a good day miss." The customer said then left to go get her bread.
"*Sigh* Man, I wish I could do something else aside from the same boring job every single day." Aura said to herself.
"I know how you feel, about the job at least, I wanna quit as well but I continue working here as it's what will help me pay for my college tuition." Pat said.
Arua looked over and saw Pat standing at the end of the aisle.
"Yeah and I'm working here cause it's the only thing that's paying my bills." Aura explained before sighing again and going back to restocking.
"Hey Once you're done they wanna go outside and take a break with me?" Pat asked.
"Sure why not, I'm feeling kinda out of it today." Aura explained. "Why's that?" Pat asked.
"Um... no reason just feeling off that's all." Aura explained.
"Okay far enough I get that way too, meet me outside in the back once you're done there." Pat said then left to go to the back.
Aura then put the rest of the items that she had on the shelf and once she was done with that she took the box in the back and threw it into the recycling. Once she was done with the recycling, Arua went outside to take a break. When she got there she saw Pat sitting on a stone wall smoking a cigarette. Aura wondered how on earth he could smoke something that stunk so badly.
She never liked the smell of cigarettes, they always made her gag everytime she caught a whiff of the smoke. However she was thankful that Pat only smoked one whenever she was around as she told him about her issues with cigarettes.
"Hey Pat, how's that cigarette treating you?" Aura asked as she walked up to the brick wall to sit on.
"Oh hey Aura, I'm almost done with this one so you don't need to worry about it." Pat said then finished it up.
He then pressed it on the brick wall and it made a little hiss sound before going out. He then tossed the bud into a nearby trash can after confirming that it was indeed out.
"So how are you doing both physically and mentally?" Pat asked.
"Mentally well, physically not so much, I'm so tired at the end of every shift." Aura explained.
"Yeah same here, I always feel so exhausted at the end of both school and my shift." Pat explained.
"Ugh I just wish I could quit working here but this is my only score of income and I don't wanna be stuck working another dead end job. That and finding a new job is a pain in the side and I need the money to keep paying my rent and food." Aura explained.
"Dam I can't imagine what you're going through right now, but I hope you'll find what you're looking for in your life Aura." Pat explained.
"Yeah me too, normally I would have my moms help but things haven't been easy for me ever since she died." Aura explained.
"Yeah I know, but hey you'll find something to do aside from this dull job." Pat said.
"I hope so as well Pat, I really do." Aura said.
Aura and Pat continued to talk for a little longer till their break was over and the two went back to work. However, Aura went to grab some more items to restock but was stopped by her boss.
"Hey Aura, I need to talk to you for a sec." Aura's boss explained.
"What is it boss?" Aura asked curiously.
"The Police came by and said that they needed to inform you of something." Auras' boss explained.
"Wait what? Oh please don't tell me It has to do with my deadbeat aunt." Aura said rather upset over the matter.
"I don't know if they didn't say what they wanted to talk to you about." Aura's boss explained. Aura sighed and followed him to his office where there were two police officers waiting for them.
"Ah you must be Aura, Martha right?" one of the officers asked.
"Yeah that's me, why do you ask anyway?" Aura asked.
"We came to tell you that your aunt was found dead." The other officers explained.
"Wait what!?" Aura asked, confused and surprised.
"She was found dead in a local park, we believe she died from an overdose as there were illegal drugs found in her system." The officer explained.
Aura stood there in shock as she never liked her aunt but hearing she was dead was still a big shock to her.
"Sorry on having to tell you this ma'am but we're just doing our job. We'll be heading out now, we wish you good luck and we'll update you on anything else that comes up." the officer explained before leaving with his partner.
After they left Aura stumbled and sat down on a nearby chair that was right beside the door. Aura's boss sat next to her and patted her back as she processed the information about her aunt. Aura hated her aunt, yes, but she was also her last remaining relative left, and hearing her suddenly pass away was still a big shock for her.
"Hey Aura are you alright?" Her Boss asked.
"I-I think so I just can't believe that my aunt is really dead. Yeah I hate her but she was still the only living relative I had left so the fact that she's gone now is a big shock for me." Aura explained.
"Hey kid it's gonna be alright, if you want you can have the rest of today and tomorrow off if you need it." Her boss offered.
"Y-Yeah I think I need that, thanks Sir, I'll go get my stuff and head home." Aura said then got up from her seat and left the office.
She went to the locker room and started changing into her regular clothes and gathered up her things and left to go home. Pat noticed Aura leaving work early and he got curious about it and decided to ask his boss about it later.
(Meanwhile with Aura)
Aura was driving to the grocery store to finally get the food she needed. Aura parked her car close to the entrance, once her car was in park she got out, closed the door and locked her car. She then went inside the store, grabbed a shopping cart, and started her shopping.
Aura got more milk, some cereal, microwaveable dinners, instant noodles, along with some apples, oranges, and bananas. After getting her food Aura went up to some of the flowers that the store had on sale and picked out a bokay of tulips. She then went up to one of the checkout lines and started scanning her items. Once she was done with that Aura paid for her items and went home for the day.
However she decided to take a scenic route to her apartment that passed by the graveyard. After a while Aura arrived at the graveyard and parked her car near the entrance. After parking Aura got out of the car and went into the graveyard with the tulips in her hands. She walked past a few gravestones and eventually found the one she was looking for.
The grave stone said "Harmony Martha died a brave noble woman."
Aura felt herself tear up as she looked on her mothers grave, she missed her mom so much and wished she was still here. Aura got on her knees and placed the tulips on the grave before hugging the stone.
Whenever Aura came here to deliver flowers to her moms grave she would always hug it as she sometimes felt her mother's presence there and could even feel her hugging her back.
"I miss you mom, I wish you were still here with me... and my aunt has passed away. I know that I hated her but it still feels shocking to me as she was the only living relative I had left. Now it's just me, but I don't know what I want to do with my life and I'm still working that dump dead end job just to pay for rent and food. I wish you were still here. You could've helped me out and I would be in a better position in society. Well at least I got this little birthday gift you left for me in the mail mom, it's very pretty and I'll guard it with my life. It's a gift from you and that makes it the most important thing in the world to me." Aura said to her moms grave as if she was still here.
Arua sighed again and sat at her mothers grave for about five minutes before getting up and heading back to her car. Aura then got back into her car and drove back to her apartment. She drove for about ten minutes and soon arrived at her apartment. Aura got out of her car and went to the trunk and popped it open. She then pulled out her grocery bags and closed the trunk.
After making sure her car was locked and her trunk was properly closed she went back to her apartment. When she walked in the building she saw her landlord in the main part of the building talking to someone else. She assumed that the person was a new tenant of the apartment as she could hear them talking about living conditions.
Aura just passed them and went back to her own apartment as she didnt feel like talking to anyone at the moment. Once she arrived at her apartment she took her keys out of her purse and unlocked the door before opening it up and going inside.
"Ugh what a day, I need some serious- what the?" Aura said as she noticed something on her kitchen table.
She put her bags on the floor and went up to her table to inspect the item. She noticed that it was a tablet and when she picked it up it turned on and scanned her face, eyes, and her thumbs that were on the screen.
Once it was done with the scans it said "Scan complete transmissioning call."
"Um, wait what?!" Aura said, scared and confused.
Then the screen turned on and Aura saw a woman who looked like she was around the same age as her mother would've been now sitting on a seat with her legs crossed and her arms.
"Hello Aura, you may call me Sam, and I knew your mother from our childhood. I also had sent you that amulet and I feel like you saw what it can do. I would like to talk to you more, one of our agents will come by and bring you to a place where we can talk more privately in an hour. If you're worried about what you need to wear don't worry you don't need to dress up just come in whatever you're wearing right now. I look forward to meeting you in person, your mother has said so much about you. With all that being said see you soon Aura." The tablet then automatically turned off and this left Aura very confused about what was going on.
"What the hell was that?" Aura asked herself confused.
She then sat down on her kitchen table and processed what just happened. However she looked over at her groceries that were still on the floor and decided to put them away and watch some TV to get her mind off what just happened.
So Aura got up and grabbed her bags and put everything in its rightful place, before going into her room and plopping down on the couch. She then grabbed the remote that sat on the small table next to the couch and turned the TV on. Aura flipped through the channels till she landed on an animated show she enjoyed and sat back to watch that.
(An hour later)
Aura was still watching TV when she heard a knock on her apartment door. Taken aback, Aura turned off the TV, got up and went up to the door to see who was there. When she opened the door she saw a well dressed man standing on the other side of the door.
"Hello, are you Aura Martha?" The man asked.
"Um yes, how did you know my name?" Aura asked.
"My employer was good friends with your mother and she told me to come by and bring you to her house." The man explained.
"How do I know that's even true?" Aura asked.
"I can't prove anything. All I can give you is my word that my boss is indeed friends with your mother." The man explained.
"... Okay just let me go grab my purse." Aura said then went back into her apartment and made sure to close and lock the door for her own safety.
Aura then grabbed her purse off of the table in the living room and got out her phone. She then dialed 911 in her phone as a safety precaution, she also got out her pepper spray and made sure that the can was full and still worked. After she was done with that Aura went back out with the man and let him know she was ready to go. The man nodded and allowed Aura to lock up her apartment and led her to his car once she was done.
The two then left the apartment building without knowing that Carlous was watching them from his own apartment. He looked at the man with a death glare as he knew who he was and where he was taking Aura. He then went back into his own apartment and locked the door behind him before getting out a walkie talkie.
"Sir bad news they came here and they now have Aura going to see her. Once she's there, there's no doubt that she'll tell Aura the truth about her mothers death." Carlous explained.
He heard a man then spit out a drink and said "What! Agh... no matter the plans remain the same, we're still getting that amulet and we're still selling Aura's body to the highest bidder."
"Understood sir, me and my men won't let you down." Carlous then cut his communications off with the man.
"Aura you better watch your back as we're coming for you and your amulet." Carlous said as he started forming a plan in his head.
(Later with Aura and the man)
Aura was sitting in the back seat of a black SUV, she felt out of place but also pretty safe. She looked outside the window and saw the city from across the ocean. That's when she realized that they had driven pretty far away from the city.
"Um where are we going?" Aura asked.
"Don't worry we're almost there, just another turn and we'll be there." The man explained.
Aura just sat back and waited for them to arrive at their destination, while she was a bit hesitant at first she now felt pretty calm about this. Soon the car stopped and Aura saw the man give something to someone outside of the car. After a second the man got it back and began driving again. Arau then looked out of the window and saw them passing by a big concrete gate.
Surprised Aura got a bit excited about where they were going, and what awaited her. The car soon stopped and the man then got out of it and let Aura out as well. Aura stepped out of the car and her jaw dropped when she saw a big fancy house.
"Wow! Just wow!" Aura said.
"Follow me, Aura, my employer will be pleased to meet you." The man said.
Aura just nodded and the man started leading her into the house to introduce her to his employer. The two then went into the main living room and their Aura saw a woman sitting on one of the chairs sipping on what Aura believes to be tea.
"Ma'am she's here just like you asked." The man said.
The woman then looked up and she smiled when she saw Aura standing there.
"Ah Aura it's so nice to see you, oh dear you look just like your mother, come take a seat my dear." The woman said.
"I'm guessing you're the woman that was in that video call on that tablet right?" Aura asked.
"Yes I am, now please take a seat there's a lot I have to tell you." Sam said.
Aura then sat down on the seat across from Sam, wondering what she had to tell her.
"So Sam um why did you want me here?" Aura asked.
"Well dear I wanted to tell you something about your mother and her job." Sam explained.
"And what about her job, she told me that she was an accountant." Aura explained.
"Well that was just a coverup, you see your mother was actually a secret agent of the Humanity Protection Agency, or HPA for short." Sam explained.
"Wait what?" Aura asked.
"Your mother was a spy for a big secret company that did everything it could to protect humanity from the most dangerous kinds of people out there." Sam explained.
Aura leaned back in her chair and held her head in her hands as the information sank in. She couldn't believe that all this time her mother was a spy for something so great. However she felt like that there was more to this than just what Sam had told her so far.
"Aura theirs also has more to this than just that." Sam said.
"What's that?" Aura asked.
"Well it's about your necklace Aura." Sam said.
"And what about it all I know is that it was a gift from my mom." Aura said.
"Well it's not just an ordinary necklace, it's an enchanted necklace." Sam explained.
"Wait what! H-How is that even possible?! And what does it do?!" Aura asked, surprised by the information.
"Well a long time ago back in ancient times, your ancestor Known as Nike had lost her husband and most of her family to raiders in her village. She prayed to the gods and goddesses to help her protect her children as they were all she had left. And so the gods enchanted her necklace and gave her the ability to see the future. Using this power she was able to protect herself and what was left of her family. As time passed and things changed, information on the amulet became more and more dangerous. Soon a very dangerous company found out about what the amulet could do and they wanted to take it for themselves. However your mother wasn't going to give it up without a fight, despite the dangers she knew it would bring to her, she decided to give it up and let you have it on your birthday. However she ended up getting captured by the company that was after it and they killed her as she didn't tell them where her amulet was." Sam explained Sadly as she looked down and griefed about her old friends lost.
When Aura heard all that she couldn't believe it. All this time she thought her mother died in an accident when in reality she was murdered by a company that wanted the very thing around her neck.
"Sam, why are you telling me this now?" Aura asked.
"Well after your mother died the company didn't want you to have the amulet as they felt that the truth would be too much for you to handle. So they tried giving the amulet to our other agents, however they soon learned that it could only work for blood relatives of your mother. So they finally decided to send it over to you, and if you wanted to have you join our forces. So Aura, what do you say? Would you like to join us, or would you like to go back to your job at the convenience store?" Sam asked.
Aura thought about this for a moment, on one hand this sounded pretty awesome and possible what she had been looking for. However on the other it was also very dangerous as what happened to her mom due to this job. Aura didn't know what to say right then and there and she felt overwhelmed by everything she was just told.
"I'll need to sleep on this one Sam, this is a lot of information to take in and, I'm not sure of my answer just yet." Aura explained.
"I understand, after all I would need to sleep on this as well if I were you... It's rather late, you can spend the night here, and if you have your decision in the morning let me know, if not then I'll let you have a week to think this over." Sam explained.
"Alright, thanks Sam, I really appreciate it." Aura said.
"Anytime, Phil, could you be so kind as to take Aura to her room for the night?" Sam asked.
"Of course I would miss, come on, Aura follow me." Phil said then took Aura by the hand and led her to her room for the night.
Aura just followed him in silence and thought over everything she just learned about her mom and her new necklace. Phil soon stopped at a room and opened the door for Aura, she walked in and was amazed by the room itself. It had a balcony that had a great view of the ocean and the city, a double bed, and even a big flat screen TV on the wall.
"This will be your room for the night, I hope you sleep well Aura, and I do also hope for your answer to this. I might have never met your mother but from what Sam told me, she was a good woman and I can sense that you're just like her." Phil explained before leaving the room.
Aura looked back at the door and waited for Phil's footsteps to fade away before locking the door. Aura sighed as she looked around the room a bit more, she then walked out to the balcony and looked out to the ocean and the city. She watched as the sun set on the horizon as the night finally came to do its job.
As Aura watched she thought about everything she had just learned and the offer that was given to her. As she thought more about it she felt a desire to know who specifically killed her mother and to make them pay. The more she thought about it the more the desire to avenge her mother became stronger. Till she finally decided on what she was going to do.
Aura was going to join this agency and find the person who killed her mother and make them pay.
So Aura went back inside the room, and looked in the closet to see if there were any pajamas in it. Thankfully Aura saw that there was a night gown in it so Aura changed into it and went to bed for the night.
#cover up#spies#future vision#human trafficking#kidnapping#torture#supernatural#spying#disguise#murder
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SHUT UP i’m not doing this… okay fine. without spoiling or whatever i wanna hear more about wwm/ta jotaro and kakyoin during p3 era. you didn’t hear this from me
MMM a good question not-tony
honestly it's not Too different from canon. like there's only one or two major moments that presumably did not happen with the same gravitas in canon but definitely DID happen with a lot of gravitas in this au and I'll get to that in a sec. but mostly they just look at each other more and are more aware of each other and they spend more time together in between the bullshit going on around them. they don't necessarily talk every time they get a moment but they enjoy rooming together because they like the quiet between them. it's understanding. it's just the neurodivergent linking of when u both stim in ways that don't bother/actually helps the other stim as well
sometimes they do talk though. jotaro will spit out a joke/one-liner he thinks is cool and kakyoin will laugh either way cause jotaro's one-liners aren't cool but his jokes are good scathing remarks. kakyoin will prattling about whatever if he needs to calm his nerves (he rambles when he's nervous) and jotaro will listen for at least a while before zoning out and while kakyoin makes a show about being like "how dare you not listen to my lectures" he doesn't actually care. he's kinda touched jotaro listens at all. sometimes when jotaro wants kakyoin to shut up he just leans against him until kakyoin falls/otherwise notices (like if they're sitting and kakyoin can't fall). sometimes he'll hold kakyoin's hand like "quiet now." kakyoin likes the texture of jotaro's skin, how it's scratchier with more hair and has more wrinkles than his own due to the smoking, so he usually trails off as he focuses on that. and jotaro, a big pressure stimmer, really likes the feeling of kakyoin squeezing along his arms/hands so it's good for them both when jotaro needs him to stop talking
of course they have spats and arguments but what they have, the mutual understanding of it, the way they don't need to talk about it (or so they think), is so important to them that they make up pretty quick when it happens
as for the couple of major moments:
the first is after the lover's arc. kakyoin is patching up jotaro and jotaro just lets him manhandle him. kakyoin was already sensitive to how much jotaor trusts him and now this? acting like a cat in his arms even while he stings his scrapes with disinfectant and jostling him while wrapping him up? kakyoin can't handle it and for once he needs to address it. so he just says point-blank, "you trust me." and jotaro opens his eyes and raises a brow like kakyoin is dumb. kakyoin grinds his teeth before saying "say it." and jotaro is like "why." and kakyoin's like "i need to hear it." "why?" "i need to know if it's true" "why does it matter" "because- because it just does." kakyoin can't quite put why it's such a big deal to him in words. jotaro stares for a while, not accusingly, but more confused, tired, he doesn't understand. Kakyoin takes a breath and says, "i trust you." and jotaro ducks his head before muttering "me too." kakyoin repeats, "please say it." jotaro doesn't get it but kakyoin's been acting weird all night so he finally squeezes his eyes shut and says, "i trust you." kakyoin hugs him and it's quite surprising cause they haven't hugged before. jotaro still doesn't understand but he doesn't wanna press kakyoin by asking. but kakyoin can tell he wants answers so when they separate he tries explaining it as like "you see me. you- you see me and what i can do" and while jotaro still doesn't quite get it he does understand more. they share a bed that night even though it is a double room just kinda hugging and kakyoin can't stop running his hands through jotaro's hair/holding his face
the second major moment is right before they split for the pincher attack. jotaro suggests the pincher attack idea but kakyoin is the one who says "ok so u go after polnareff and I'll go with joseph" and jotaro is like NO. he wants to be the one heading the charge. he wants to be in control. he doesn't want joseph and kakyoin to be alone. kakyoin gets angry and is like "oh fuck off jojo you're not the only person here who knows what he's doing" and it escalates until joseph tells them to shut up and that while he understadn's jotaro's concern, kakyoin is right and jotaro is the one most capable of comforting polnareff right now. so tensely jotaro and kakyoin look at each other one last time before kakyoin takes jotaro's hands, the first time he's iniated a hand hold, and says, "just trust me, okay?" and jotaro takes a deep breath before saying "okay." i have a comic about this here btw
anyway. this got long so sorry these two make me insane. god bless
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Hey, can you do a rue x y/n where y/n is new in town and eliott asks her out and she sees it a way to get closer to rue who she's been falling in love with since she arrived but never had the courage to speak up with her, the three of them get really close, and one day eliott finds out that y/n is interested in rue and not him, so he helps y/n get something with rue
New Girl
pairing: Rue x fem!reader
word count: 999
authors note: Kinda long, sorry
405, 405 where the hell is room 405. I moved through the crowd of people, all of them knowing where to actually go. I should ask someone. I look and see people laughing with their friends and going into classrooms. I'm so lost, my eyes darting from room number to room number. How did I even get to 104? I'm so out of place.
“Hey, are you lost?” I turn and see a girl with brown curly hair wearing a red hoodie.
“Uh yea I'm kinda lost, do you know where room 405 is?” I look at her mesmerized, at the new person in front of me. She’s so pretty, not a single flaw on her face, skin so clear and eyebrows plucked perfectly.
As she spoke I noticed her tooth slightly snagged. I smile such a pretty imperfection on a perfect face.
“...So yea you’re gonna go past the boy's bathroom and there you go.” Her voice faded in.
I did not catch a single word of that.
“Oh, uh could you repeat that? I'm new so I don't know where anything is, really.”
“Why don’t you follow me?” She smiled and I caught a glimpse of that tooth again.
we walked into the room filled with people sitting on desks and talking, she sat down at a desk.
“Oh, by the way, I’m Rue, what's your name?”
Rue, such a pretty name
“I’m Y/N”
“Nice to meet you Y/N”
“Ok class mellow down, let's get to work.”
I sat down by the window and tried to listen to the teacher go over the syllabus, but I could not get Rue out of my head. I watched her as she secretly passed notes to the blonde girl beside her. I pretty much watched her the entire class.
The class ended and I went to my locker. I’m pretty sure that was the last class, I put my books in my locker. Going towards the doors, rue stopped me.
“Hey Y/N, do you wanna hang out with me and my friends?” She asked me.
“Yeah sure.”
“Ok so this is Jules” she pointed to the blonde girl i saw her passing notes to in class. “And here's Elliot.” I looked to see a boy with blonde tips and face tats.
Damn, he’s kinda hot, not my type but still.
We walked into Elliot's room and sat down. He pulled out a guitar and immediately started strumming.
“Hey Y/N, you smoke?” Rue pulled out some pot and looked at me
“Eh, haven't tried it.” I didn't wanna seem like a prune.
“Wanna try some?”
She blows smoke into the air and at the moment she looks godly. She was so cute. We spend the rest of the night smoking and laughing at jokes Jules was letting about a movie she and rue saw last summer.
After that we hung out every day after school, smoking, telling jokes while Elliot played his guitar.
The next day at school, I ran into Elliot.
“Hey Y/N, you got a sec?” The blonde boy asked, walking next to me.
“ Yeah what's up?” I turned to look at him.
He chuckled,
“I was wondering if you would go on a date with me?”
I was shocked. I didn't even know he saw me like that.
Ok think, you don't even know if Rue feels the same way, maybe if I go out with elliot, I can get even closer to Rue.
“Sure” I smiled sly.
“I’ll pick you up after school and we can go to the movies”
“Sounds good!”
I know this seems like a really shitty plan but I kinda have to go through it now, can't back down.
We arrive at the movie theater and sit down.
Throughout the movie, Elliot kept making moves at me which made me laugh. Maybe Elliot isn't back after all.
“I had a good time.” He spoke as we walked back to the car.
“I did too.”
“Maybe we can do this again?” He asked
“Yeah, we’ll see.”
It was two days since Elliot and I went out, we were all in Elliot's room, the room filled with smoke and music in the air. I looked over at rue laying on the bed and she smiles, I smiled back and scooted closer. Any closer and we would be on top of each other.
I caught Elliot staring at the corner of my eye and his eyes were sad.
“Hey Y/N, could I talk to you for a minute?”
I walked with him outside the room.
“If you didn't like me you should have just said so, instead of hogging all on Rue like that, what you think I didn’t notice?”
Shit.
I looked down at my hands “I'm sorry I didn't know how to tell you, I didn't even know if she liked me or not so I said yes to you asking me out.”
“I’ll help you.” he voiced.
The next day in school he proposal we should all go to the carnival after school.
“ you know what, I think Jules’s and I should get some food.” Elliot randomly said along with Jules confused face.
“No wait I want to go on that rollercoaster” She spoke and earned a stern look from Elliot.
“Actually I think that's a good idea, be right back rue.” And just like that, they left.
Rue and I were walking around passing the colorful light, making her face light up.
This is the perfect moment.
“Rue?”
She looked at me and answered with a “hm?”
“I really like you, ever since I meet you and I’ve been really nervous and unsure to tell you because I don't even know if you like me back. But would you go out with me?” I blurbed. Nerves went through my entire body as she stopped and stared at me. Unread look on her face until she smiled and said
“I thought you would never ask.”
#rue x you#rue x reader#rue euphoria#rue x jules#elliot fanfic#rue x y/n#elliot euphoria#euphoria rue
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Dangerous Game • Samuel García
Word Count: 1122
Summary: Being invited to a party at your ex fling his house never ends different.
"Wait, you're telling me I left Lu and Nadia in New York for a fucking stupid towel party!" You yelled at Ander who was standing next to Omar and another guy.
"It's just a party? and you love party's, calm down and have fun." Ander placed the cigarette in his mouth before he blew the smoke in your face. "Maybe that'll help."
"Fuck you, and who the fuck are you, hm?" You glared at the guy that stood next to Omar with a blue towel around his waist. "Because I haven't seen you before."
"Patrick Blanco Commerford, the girl with the short haircut and purple towel is my twin sister, Ari, and the girl with the shoulder-length hair and black towel is Mencia, my other sister, and you are?"
"Me? I'm y/n, and I already know a nickname for you, what about 'Wannabe Ken'?" You slightly inspected him with your eyes before you patted his cheek and smiled sarcastically. "Just stay out of my lane, Omar, you have a sec?"
"I- Sure? Yeah, come on." He opened the door to an empty room before closing it behind the two of you. "You okay? Ander already knew you wouldn't like the idea of this."
"Did he? Well, that's sweet of him. I'm in the house of Samuel García, the boy I screwed before I graduated and left to New York, now I'm here and freaking out." You walked from side to side in the room, rubbing your forehead.
You heard a knock on the door but Omar held his hand up towards you, walking towards the door. "Move on, this room's taken."
"Hey, boy, it's not because I'm one of the new rich girls that you can start to become the ruler of the fun, eh, joder." The door was opened as a girl with a silver bathing suit and a black towel walked in. "Wow, ur a sight for sore eyes."
"Mencia wasn't it? Hate to break it to you but I and my friend were actually having a conversation, so have a good night?" You waved your hand in her face, turning your back towards her.
"Go on then, I won't gossip about it, I'm a good listener." She shrugged, adjusting the towel around her body. "No? Okay. Omar, what's Mrs. Fine, her secret?"
"She's y/n, the girl that screwed Samuel before graduation in the showers to be more exact, then she left to New York, now my friend is here and losing her shit." Omar shrugged, getting a shove in the arm from you. "It's the talk of the whole school, y/n/n."
"OH SHIT, YOU'RE THE SNACK THAT OUR SHORT BOY IS SIMPING OVER?!" Mencia let out a loud laugh, clapping her hands. "Oh I'm so happy I came to this party."
"This chick I swe- cariño, do you have anything strong in here? I need my alter ego to come out." You sighed, looking at the boy in front of you that strolled over to the desk, grabbing a bottle of whiskey.
"Whiskey? that's not smart, eh, Omar, she might as well end up somewhere she doesn't want to be." Mencia chuckled, dancing to the music that was playing behind the door. "But you're a free person eh? Go for it."
"That's what I thought as well." You took the bottle before placing it to your lips and swallowing the strong liquid, before Mencia grabbed it away, spilling some on your chest. "Excuse me?"
"Keep some for the other people, you drunkard." Mencia winked at you, opening the door and holding out her hand to you. "This good stuff already working?"
You huffed at her, glancing at Omar as he shrugged and slightly smirked at you, nodding at the door.
You sighed before placing your hand into her hand, letting her lead you towards the living room where everyone was dancing, standing in the middle of the room, she started to move her hips to the tempo of the song, pointing her fingers at you.
"Start dancing, fucking hell, have some fun." Mencia walked closer to you, taking hold of your hands and noticing your body was starting to move to the beat of the reggaeton song. "That's what I was talking about."
You started to get in your own bubble, moving your body to the beat of the music and stealing a person's red cup of strong liquid.
"Y/n?" A voice spoke up from behind you but it didn't make any sense as you kept dancing and the booze was raising to your head. "Y/n, hey."
Turning around you saw Samuel frowning at you with a towel around his waist and a slight change in his appearance.
"Samu! Nice to see you again eh? We're not wearing much, the coincidence, huh?" You laughed, taking his hand and placing it on your hip as you kept dancing.
"Y/n, what are you doing here?" Samuel twirled you around as you made him do so. "Shouldn't you be in New York?"
You stopped dancing and placed a finger on his lips, using your devilish smile on him, which always worked. "You're a big mouth now eh? I kinda like it, as in really really like it."
Samuel shook his head, removing his hand from your hip, rubbing his face. "You're drunk, you're fucking wasted."
You threw the red empty cup to the floor, crushing it with your pointy stiletto shoes, moving your head next to his ear. "I may be drunk, but that doesn't mean that I don't wanna fuck you."
"And then leave right after? Like last year? No, gracias." He kneeled to grab the red cup but you were quicker as you placed your heel over it, making him stare up at you. "Seriously?"
"I know you want to undress me like you did a year ago, lay me down like used to do, talk about your childhood with me as we're both catching our breath." You whispered, fiddling with the towel around his waist. "If it's worth it, i'll stay for as long college allows me to."
"That's funny, we know you won't." Samuel pushed your hands of his waist.
"A week then, 7 days will that work for our favorite waiter?" You sighed, walking closer to the García boy, placing your hand on the side of his neck. "Yes, no? Maybe?"
"Aye Samu, don't make the girl wait, eh? I'll gladly show her how we girls have a good time." Mencia held up her fingers as a peace sign, snorting at Samuel's face.
"You shouldn't have come back." He whispered, grabbing your hand and walking towards his room.
Seems like you were indeed gonna end up there again.
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❛ FALLING IN LOVE WITH A BIKER ❜
with Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa.
Request: hermaaaaaana, hello😊 literalmente que llevo veinte minutos pensando en que te puedo preguntar but i think i got it. so if it’s okay for you, i would like to request a headcanon with bishop in which he mets the reader for first time and it’s love at first sight or something like that, only if you are comfortable with it. Thank youuuuuuu💖
BY @aquamento
Word count: about 1.9k
Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!
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“Please… tell me that bike is yours”.
Bishop is stationed in front of the Reyes carnicería, with the rest of his crew at both sides. His eyes are glued on your anatomy, touring the random tattoos all around your arms and enraptured on the way your hips move covered by a pair of black bike shorts. His heart stops when he sees you hanging the meat packet by your teeth, to wear the leather gloves, before keeping your order on the bag of your Harley.
“Fuck”.
Wearing the helmet, while you sit on top of your motorcycle, you raise your eyes feeling strongly stalked. You can't help but chuckle wearing your sunglasses, before turning on the engine. Chewing a mint gun, you pass them away with a funny smirk installed on your face. Probably, they have never seen a girl like you, and you're not actually surprised after seeing how women are in Santo Padre. You have three kinds: uptight, too old or too used. And you look like candy at a school gate. Mayans are the children.
He begs and prays to run into you, riding the city every night at the same hour, around Felipe's carnicería.
He doesn't lose hope for almost one month. But after this much time, he starts to be desperate. Bishop could have memorized your plate, but he was too busy admiring your mere existence.
Taza tried to help him, by using the database statewide using the model of your bike. But there were too many results, with different names of men and women, and none based on Santo Padre.
He has suddenly fallen in love and he doesn't even know your name.
Until he met you again.
Sipping by the straw of your cup of coffee, you're checking some messages of your father. You have forgotten your laptop in Santa Madre and you need it for work, so you're trying to convince him to bring it to your new town.
“(Y/N)”.
Frowning confused by the male hoarse voice, you raise your eyes from the screen, finding a middle-age man with a dense moustache over his smile.
“Do I know you?”
“I'm Obispo. Obispo Losa, but you can call me Bishop”. He offers you a hand, narrowing it with your left one in an awkward move that makes the two of you laugh. “Southpaw?”
“Got a coffee in my right”. You reply shaking your hand.
“I stopped you 'cause I like your bike”.
“Ain't selling”.
“I wasn't trying to buy it, it's just a compliment”. He says wearing his gloves, bowing down his head for a second. “I run the scrapyard, in case you need a rechange, or something”.
“It's good to know it”.
You watch him leaving you there, puckering your lips while you turn slightly, before continuing with your walk.
He was nervous as fuck trying to you, but it looks like that his trap can works on you.
And actually, it does. He has woken up an interest in you. Not because of his kutte, but because the way he had of licking his incisors with the tip of his tongue when you laughed.
These small details not everyone pays attention to.
And you take the bait. His bait.
You didn't have any excuse to visit the scrapyard, so with all the pain squeezing your heart, you hammer a nail in the back tire of your bike. Almost dragging it for one mile, you reach the place. That's going to cost you some bucks, but it's worth it. Anchoring the kickstand close to the office, you follow the rhythmic latin music to flood into a crowded yard. Sounds like a party. Looks like a party. With the hands kept in the back pockets of your shorts, you lean over your tiptoes trying to find the owner.
“Need help, mami?” A mexican accent makes you turn to your left.
“Yeah, 'am looking for… Obispo?” You say wrinkling your nose at the man with long black hair and a cigar on his lips, having a smoke.
“Yo! Prez!” Turning away, the man yells another name you can't understand.
Your orbs find the darkest ones, but what you see instead of what you were expecting provokes you some bitter shivers. On his lap there's an exuberant woman, wearing nothing but a short skirt and a white lace bra, and one of his hands caressing her thigh. Who the fuck is that guy and who the fuck does he think you are? Regretting your decision of coming, you turn over your steps to not continue looking at him, crossing your arms over your chest almost kicking the dust with the tip of your sneakers.
“You came”. He sounds excited, but somewhat nervous.
“Yeah, and now I would prefer to haven't done it”, you think to yourself.
“Yeah, I just… had a problem with a wheel and a nail”. You reply, shrugging your shoulders. “But that guy can attend me, you don't have to. I mean, you were occupied”.
“Is she jealous?”, he thinks to himself.
“I have time for you, querida”.
Wrong words. You're not going to fall again, not after what you have seen.
“I only need a wheel. I will come back tomorrow evening”.
“Don't you want a beer?” He sounds disappointed and a little annoyed, raising a hand over his shoulder to point at the party happening behind him.
“No, thanks”.
Watching you go is painful. A kind of sorrow that he never thought that he could feel.
After telling his brothers what happened, they counsel him to wait till the next day.
But you don't go to the scrapyard. You don't want to see him, even if you know that you have to pick up your bike.
Finally, you come back two days later.
Knocking the metallic door, you walk inside the office. The man who attended you the first time and another with strange hands receive you.
“I came for the black and red Harley”.
“Yeah, mami, give me a second”.
The men disappear from the place, while you take a seat on an old leather couch, crossing one leg above the other; moving it impatiently. But again, you have to take off your eyes from the screen of your phone, hearing his voice calling you.
“The bike is ready”. Obispo says with a fleeting smile appearing on his face.
“Good. How much do I own you?” You ask getting up, trying to not look at him too much and focusing on the bill he offers you.
“Nothing, it's on me”.
“Thanks, but I wanna pay”.
“Well, ain't gonna charge you”. He sentences with a chuckle.
Puckering your lips with a forced smile, you pass him away to step out from the office, looking for your bike.
“Hey, wait”.
“What?”
“She's just a friend”.
You pretend that you don't know what he's talking about, making him snort rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“The girl. In the party. She's just a friend”.
“Bueno, congrats”. You just reply, about to walk away again.
“I was wondering if you would like to hang out one day”. These words stop your legs. “Have some beers, a ride, maybe a dinner. Or a lunch. Whatever”.
He's trying. He's trying to fix up what he fucked up. And you are not sure about what response you can give him back. You want to say yes, but, for what? To end like his friend? Sitting on his lap almost naked, surrounded by drunk bikers?
“Sorry, I ain't your type. Don't lose your time”.
You can't believe what you just said, sounding so rude and proud. Bishop frowns.
“My type? And which is my type?” Now, you have offended him, watching him intertwining his hands under his abdomen. Expecting.
“Cheap makeup to leave marks. Lingerie and short skirts. Laughter when something isn't funny. Work hard to look like a man's trophy… Definitely, I'm not your type. I mean, you must be however you want to be, but… sorry, that's not my game”.
“That isn't my game either”. He replies tilting his neck to the left side for some seconds. “I prefer the ones who call me out when I'm being a pendejo”.
“Mommy issues?” Making fun of him, you raise both eyebrows. He chuckles shaking his head. “Thanks for the wheel”.
You don't need no man, but could God please send to you a normal one?
Bishop feels fucked than ever. Annoyed. Bothered.
He tries to figure out how to make it up to you, but he has never had to do something like that.
And his brothers can't help him either.
So he plays one of his best cards.
Be sincere.
The next time he sees you walking around, he makes to stop the whole crew behind him. Jumping off from his bike, he crosses the road with a slow sprint to not being run over. Rolling your eyes, you don't stop your path. Not even when he reaches you.
“Can you listen to me for a second?”
Placing himself in front of you, the man takes off his sunglasses.
“I'm hurry”.
“One sec—”.
“One”. You just say, counting it about to walk away. A hand around your left wrists holds you.
“Please”.
Hearing him beg to you wasn't on your to-do list for today. Facing him with no gesture on you lets him know that you are granting him a second.
“You're gonna think I'm crazy because I have never fell in love at first sight, but when I saw you the first time I fucking swear that you stole my heart, querida. I have been looking for you for a month. Every night. Same hour. Trying to catch the opportunity of talking to you. And maybe, just maybe, I tried to find you by the model of your bike”. You can't lie. You weren't expecting that confession. “I really felt like shit when I saw you in the scrap. The way your face changed when you saw that girl sat on me. And I'm really sorry”.
You don't have a word to reply. Confused. Overwhelmed by a lot of sensations running through your body.
“I ain't the kind of man who… you know what I'm trying to say. And I didn't mean to offend you”.
He keeps silent, waiting for you to say something.
“This has been more than one second”. You try to joke, a little nervous. And you make him laugh again.
“Listen, I know a place with the best meat in the whole California, and a lot of different sauces to dip in. It's forty minutes away, but we can have a ride together”.
“Sounds good, but… I'm on my way to work”.
“We can go whenever you want”.
Bishop isn't going to give up, and you know it.
“You said you're in a hurry, let me take you to your job and think about it on this ride”.
You finally accept, knowing that he's not going to accept a decline as an answer.
And when he finds out that you work in the hospital, he's totally amazed.
And he earns your number after being so sincere with you.
“Maybe, just maybe, I put the nail on purpose”. You confess then, walking backwards to the entrance, facing him with a smile on your face.
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