#dean boland fanfic

[blackkat15]

Here is the first chapter of my Dean Boland fic.

Exposition ofc, with some shitty family members, and a wedding that Lilith didn't want to go to.

[whorrorfix]

isn’t it so crazy how matthew lillard is literally immortal and nothing can ever happen to him ever. that’s so wild

[crownspeaksblog]

I love how every time dean is in a brio fic the author always has to be like "trigger warning dean" and one, thanks for the warning but also i just love it when dean is in brio fics!! I absolutely love outsider povs and reading about dean losing his shit seeing them together or catching them have sex (although I've only find one) is so so fun!

There's absolutely nothing more fun than reading about dean getting destroyed emotionally and psychologically by rio.. Seriously it's so fun and i want more!

[anonymouse1312437]

FanFic Ideas

Hey everyone, I have been a bit out of it for a minute. I was wondering if anyone had any ideas they wanted for the following people:

Pedro Pascal (Himself not characters)

Matthew Lillard (Himself not characters)

Characters:

PEDRO PASCAL:

Oberyn Martell

The Mandalorian

Joel

Juan Badillo

Marcus Moreno

Dieter Bravo

Comandante Veracruz

Javi Gutierrez (A favorite of mine)

Agent Marcus Pike

Javier Pena

Nathan Landry

Francisco Morales

MATTHEW LILLARD:

Shaggy Rogers (live action not animated)

Jerry Conlaine (A favorite)

Dean Boland (Another fave)

Stevo

Stu Macher

Brock Hudson

Principal Bosch

Tim LaFlour

Dennis Rafkin

William Afton

Please either leave suggestions here in the comments and whether you want them smutty/fluffy.

If there is a specific trait or fetish/fantasy you would like but, don't want to comment it please feel free to send me a message Privately.

[sillywoman01]

New Good Girls / Brio Fanfic Posted on A03

Written for Tumbr prompt #17 for Fictober " Are you Serious?"

Title: Not The Right Time

Fandom: Good Girls

Chapters: 1 of 4

Rating: M

SUMMARY; High School Senior Beth is ecstatic when the most popular guy in school, Dean Boland, asks her out. Lacking in experience with dating, she goes to her close friend’s younger brother, Rio, who has a serious girlfriend and much more experience than she does, for dating advice. He doesn’t seem enthused to help her but reluctantly agrees. They spend a lot of time together and grow closer with each ‘dating lesson’. After several disastrous dates with Dean, Beth is convinced that Rio is sabotaging her dating life. Beth may just find out what it means to find love where you least expect it with the person you didn’t expect to find it with.

[bourbon-ontherocks]

Can you write a short fic of beth and rio having sex in the kitchen and dean walks in! Im thinking Rio notices Dean and keeps going but Beth has no clue he walked in and Dean is horrified. I absolutely love your fics!!!

Hey anon!

I don't usually do prompts, but since you’re asking kindly, and this one is really up my alley, I decided I'd try my hands at it. Thank you for entertaining my mountain hike last week with impure toughts, I had a very fun time!

I should warn you that I may or may not have twisted the "Dean is horrified" bit into "frankly turned on" though, I hope you don't mind! Also it's Dean's POV so it’s gross.

(AO3 version here)

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Something feels off, the second he's set foot into the house. An unknown itch, disrupting the familiarity of his surroundings.

Soon the impression is doubled by the muffled sounds coming from the kitchen, as he's progressing through the living room. Dean's no longer enough of an innocent lamb to not identify these as eminently sexual, knows how specific skin slapping on skin sounds, has grown accustomed to the languidness of those breathy rattles.

And really, coming home to people having sex in his house is, on paper, quite uncommon ; should unsettle him, overwhelm him with the curiosity of the who, the anxiety of the why. But he's too struck by the suddenness of it to really think.

The tableau really is something.

The first thing Dean makes sense of is the somewhat familiar silhouette of the position, a classic example of some doggy-style human mating against the kitchen table. It's nothing but iconic at this point among Dean's personal gallery of sexual standards, a configuration etched in his brain like the textbook definition of sex.

Except that it's… it's Beth. His Bethie. Sprawled over the breakfast leftovers like one of these amateur pornstars he occasionally jerks off in front of (he makes a mental note to consider teaching Kenny how to erase a browser history soon, a man needs to protect his privacy), letting out sounds that Dean's pretty sure he's never heard in the entirety of his marriage.

And behind her, hips waving with a steady rhythm, stands this guy. The one Dean knows she's been… Well, not like that. Dean never actually pictured the thing more than what the vague idea of 'I just really like having sex with him' suggested, didn't scan through the details that a more fertile imagination would perhaps have provided. He's not enough of the jealous type to do that. Or maybe is too much, his mind refusing to bear anything explicit beyond the pure concept of his wife's confessed infidelity.

It should come off as shocking, at the very least.

But he cannot say that the view isn't enticing, in a way, how this perspective on Beth's curves — bent over the table with another man's broad hands pressing into the supple skin of her ass cheeks, her skirt pulled up her waist offering an angle on her ass he's actually never ogled, breast spilling up the V-neck of her top as she's resting against the hardwood — feels refreshingly new. Throat-tattoo guy's completely clothed, except for his shirt, hanging half-unbuttoned and giving Dean a glimpse of his slick abs, and something looking like a medal oddly dangling above his heart.

And — damn. It is exactly like those Pornhub videos, the horny thug and the slutty submissive housewife, the animalistic compliance, except that it's his spouse getting railed hard and fast in front of him, and it's — gross. Or it should be. It shouldn't elicit this other reaction that Dean can only but attribute to a Pavlovian instinct, causing his fingers to brush his own dick through the thin fabric as he shoves his car keys in his pocket.

Maybe it's the motion of his limb, or the faint sound of jingling metal. But suddenly the guy locks eyes with Dean, a spark of recognition devoid of any surprise flashing on his face, and he smirks with well-earned arrogance as he provocatively starts pounding into Beth even harder at the sight of him. She moans and digs her fingers in the tablecloth in response, something sounding like "Riiiiiiiii" spilling out of her mouth, and crap ; has Dean ever known that guy's name? Is it Rick?

Rick or whatever Mr. Necktatts likes to call himself shoots him a wink as he entangles his fingers in Beth's ponytail and yanks up, up, up, the effort making the tendons in his forearm jut, and Dean swallows as her throat and cleavage are exposed for him to see, fighting a painful need to shove his hand down his pocket again. She's still moaning and whining, eyes closed and mouth hanging open, completely oblivious to the silently additional interaction happening here and now, and there's suddenly something terrifying in the idea that maybe she could open her eyes and see him here. Dean can already picture it, the way her sheepish surprise would soon turn into the annoyed anger that has narrowed her eyes so often lately when they look at him, the voice with which she would ask him to get out. The complete absence of remorse she'd display, his own infidelity that she'd throw at his face over and over again, as if it made her own... thing more acceptable while it's not.

The guy lets out a low grunt, his focus losing interest in Dean and getting back to the task literally at hands as he slams faster into her, his long brown fingers digging deep and hard into her hip, and Beth cries out with a desperate abandon that Dean can't say he's ever seen from her while in bed. It's completely alien, the way she's acting in front of him, and Dean readjusts his pants, finding himself equally attracted and repulsed by this entirely new facet of her.

He no longer recognizes his wife, hasn't in a while now. But also. It's undoubtedly her. In a way that makes him want to kick that guy out and take his place, wipe this oddly matched but strangely appealing couple out from his memory, forget about how their bodies move in enviable harmony and the noises that guy draws out from her, thrust after thrust.

It's not long before Beth lets out this sound she always makes when she's about to come.

Dean knows it.

The other guy knows it.

And suddenly it's too much to bear, a conclusion that Dean feels will have a before and an after if he witnesses it, the aftermath too painfully awkward to even picture it while the possibility to pretend this never happened is still hanging in front of him like a ripe fruit threatening to fall and explode on the ground any instant.

He storms out, doesn't think twice before he starts the car again and just peels off, somehow feeling unwelcome in his own house, his dick hard and his retinas imprinted with the vision of the stranger's rings shining in the daylight as his darker fingers were pressing into his clueless wife's pale skin.

He's got nowhere to be.

He just needs to drive.

[bensonstablers]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Beth Boland/Dean Boland, Beth Boland/Rio (mentioned)

Characters: Dean Boland, Beth Boland, Rio (mentioned)

Additional Tags: Drabble, Episode: s01e04 Atom Bomb, POV Third Person, POV Dean Boland

Series: Part 4 of Drabble per Episode

Summary: Dean's thoughts at seeing Rio and Beth at Kenny's birthday party

[brioiogyy]

anotha one

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32594887

[gild-and-fire]

cross my heart, hope to die. 

Read on ao3

"The words come out quietly and quickly, like she didn’t really want to say the words. And maybe it’s because she feels weird sharing what’s on her mind. Maybe her lungs weren’t prepared for the force of conviction that comes when you believe what you’re saying. Maybe she was so out of practice that her mouth wasn’t used to how the truth felt on her lips."

--

Or, 3 times Beth lies and the 1 time she can't lie to Rio. Set post-S3.

Completed (4/4) 

[blackkat15]

bro I wanna write knifeplay with Lilith and Dean.

Like Lilith would be on the edge of snapping while cooking something and all of a sudden she just holds the knife to Dean's neck and starts to vent to him and for some reason he finds the whole knife-at-my-throat thing hot.

ajdhjsahdjksahdkjsa

[bathroombreaks]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Girls (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Beth Boland/Dean Boland, Beth Boland/Rio Characters: Dean Boland Additional Tags: Crack, Post-Season/Series 03, Racism, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Racist Language, Dean Boland POV, Sexism Series: Part 5 of good girls ficlets Summary:

"Around 2 years ago, my wife found out both about the cheating and the money problems. She obviously wasn’t happy, but we ended up reconciling for the kids. After we got back together, I found out that she got a part-time job working for this younger, tattooed guy (he looks like a criminal, to put it honestly) while we were separated so she could keep up with the mortgages. Things were still a little strained, so I didn’t tell B, but I thought right away that it was a bad idea and that she should just let me fix things for her, like I’ve always done." -- Dean takes his problems to Reddit, Post-Season 3.

[th3h0nkz]

Young Beth and Rio AU, where their class go to a karaoke bar and Beth, who is full of Dean shit (especially him flirting with every girl), decides to sing this to him.

Obviously Rio is enchanted by her voice and, after severus drinks, they have sex, and after that they have to deal with feelings they didn't know existed.

[fairhairedkings]

knock first

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23500249

Jhill88 prompted: I'm sooo happy you're taking prompts, I have one. I would love Dean walking in on Beth And Rio. Lol I'm feeling mean but we deserve it after the Dean and Beth sex scene. I would love for Dean to see what an interested Beth looks like. 

[bossyleo]

Beautiful Crime, (CH 1)

Summary; Kat and the trio of women rob the grocery store. Their normal lives go down the drain when they met a leader of the gang. Kat has double life's, will her past life crash her down? will she keep running like she always has to start fresh or will she stay and fight from her past life and bad blood? Along the way, she fell in love with someone who she never expected to be.

Warning: +18, gun mention, robbery.

A/N; I want to say thank to @prettygangfriend, @cacoetheswriting for helping me and editing the story. Thank to @ skamlover to help me with my OC Spanish language. This is my first fanfic I publish is here, Please let me know what you think and I’m interested in your feedback, don’t be silent readers. I worry if I hear no comment, it mean that nobody like my story. I apologize if my grammar is awful, ENJOY!!! Also, let me know if you want to be TAGGED!!

Here is the cover @atriaedits has made

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The sound of the obnoxious chewing, followed by the sound of a loud, snapping pop, is coming from the backseat, slowly driving Beth insane.

“Oh my god! I asked you to stop doing that like five minutes ago.” Beth turned her head away from the window and glared at her friend, feeling annoyed by that ridiculous sound she’s been hearing since she picked her up.

“Damn girl. You know what, fine” Kat spits out the gum and tosses it to one of the trash cans standing outside of their window. “Happy now?” She glances at Beth then opens the vanity mirror to check herself out, trying to fix her hair. Pulling two strands of her brunette hair, she adjusts her face-framing bangs. As she takes a minute to admire her shining, golden hoop earrings, they hear a screeching sound of a tire coming up behind Beth’s van.

Both of them look up, only to reveal the red, rusty car, that belonged to no other than Annie. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of Ruby sitting in the passenger seat, while Beth was already preparing her big sister speech.

“I cannot believe you,” Beth started, once Annie had parked her car. She threw her hands up in defense, trying to calm down Beth.

“Chill, sis. I’m like, two minutes late.”

The four women gather around and go up to the back of Annie’s trunk, popping it open to reveal four ski masks and four toy guns. Kat grabs the plastic guns from the gym bag, admiring the crafty work of Beth’s painting job. She has to admit, they look pretty realistic—well, realistic enough to make sure the hostages will comply.

“Wait, Annie, I think you should use the concealer to cover the tattoo,” Kat says.

“What, Nah, I’ll be fine, my shirt will cover it.” Annie reply.

“Let’s get this over with,” Ruby says, letting out a deep sigh, while Annie passes everyone their very own ski-mask. Both Beth and Annie wore a blue one, Kat went for the color black, as she wanted to make sure to match her outfit, and Ruby decided to go with a bandana instead.

Not wasting any more time, the four women walk into the ‘Fine and Frugal’ grocery store. It takes a couple of seconds before people notice their cloth covered faces, but once they do, the ladies go into action.

“Listen up!” Annie yells out, pointing her gun up into the air, “Everyone just stays cool, and nobody gets hurt!” 

The rest of the women are quick to follow Annie’s actions, and start pointing their guns around the store. People look around in both confusion and fear, but they make sure to get onto the ground. A smirk appears on Kat’s face, while watching the store manager walk up to them, his hand up in the air.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is a robbery,” Annie said as if she announced to the customers.

           THREE WEEKS EARLIER

The ripping of a wax strip echoes through the room, followed by a loud shriek of pain coming from Beth, who’s currently finding herself on her arms and knees.

“I wonder how Kat’s doing” she wonders out loud, “Oh god, she won’t hurt Ashley, right?” 

The lady waxing Beth has a look of concern on her face, silently praying for her co-worker Ashley. “She’ll be fine, ma’am”, she reassures Beth, before continuing her work.

“I can only hope-“ before she could finish her sentence, a young brunette walks into the room. Beth turns her head to figure out what was going on, or what was important enough to interrupt her session.

“Mrs. Boland? I’m afraid your card has been declined” 

Beth couldn’t help but frown and come up with something that would explain the situation, but Kat walked in just in time, handling it. 

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it,” Kat tells her, sticking her hands inside the pockets of her white, comfortable robe. The woman gives her a quick nod, before walking out again.

“I’ll pay you back,” Beth says, shaking her head while looking over at Kat. “I’m sure Dean just forgot to pay a bill, he’s been really busy and distracted, lately.” 

Kat raises an eyebrow at her explanation, already knowing there’s a lot more to it than just Dean forgetting the bills. She’s always thought of him as someone who’s rather suspicious, and untrustworthy, but she wasn’t going to insult Beth’s husband to her face, so she drops it.

“Yeah, I’m sure” Kat mumbles, hoping Beth wouldn't catch the sarcastic tone in her voice, which she didn’t.

Kat feels her phone vibrating, and she lets out an annoyed sigh. The name of her boss pops up on her screen, and she couldn’t mentally curse herself for hurrying to answer it.

“Hello, sir“ she rolls her eyes at the familiar sound of her boss yelling and ordering her around on the phone. “Yes, of course- Hello?“

 “He just hung up on me!” Kat calls out, making Beth scoff loudly. “First he insults my cooking, and now this? What an asshole!” She says, and Kat nods at her in agreement while remembering that day all too well. 

Last week Kat tried to get out of a work thing by telling Mark, her boss, she already did had dinner plans to attend. She didn’t know how or why, but apparently he thought it was a great idea to invite himself. If that wasn’t bad enough already, he felt the need to tell Beth he wasn’t a big fan of her cooking. Beth was ready to defend herself, but of course, Dean told her to calm down, which ultimately led to those two pricks becoming buddies, who even started hanging out.

“The truth is, he’s just an idiot who thinks women can’t be equal to men. One day I will prove that piece of trash wrong, trust me. Kat convinces Beth while taking off her robe, revealing her work outfit as an office assistant, underneath it. 

She was wearing a cream button-down paired with a matching suede jacket. She brushed a dark curl off her shoulder, walking toward the mirror against the wall. A glance at her reflection, reapplying a dark red lipstick with a flourish. She shifted her weight. “ I got to go, Adiós “ Kat picks up her purse and leaves the room, leaving Beth to sigh heavily as she picks up her phone, calling the bank wondering why her credit card decline, she knows her husband, Dean probably forgot to pay it.  Beth thought.

Kat enters her hybrid car small with a four-door which she got a good deal from her friend, Beth’s husband, Dean. She drove to the coffee shop which is near the diner where Ruby works at. She stands in line, waiting patiently for her turn.

 Then she placed the orders, she checks her phone to see what time it.  Glad I’m on my lunch break, can’t wait to see my baby soon. Kat thought happily.  Kat grabs two medium cups and hurries to her car. The girls would be expecting her at the diner soon. She quickly drives to the meeting spot and dashes in carrying her coffee. 

The bell ding above the door as Kat enters... See Beth and Annie is already in their booth near the window. Kat smiles at them as she walks over to them, “Hola.” She pushes Annie’s legs off the seat as she sits down.

“Ooo, Coffee!” Annie was about to grab one from the tray but Kat hit her hand as she scolds her “I promised my jefe I would bring him some, so keep your hands off “ Annie glances at her,” I don’t know what you just said, but it sounds hot” Kat shake her head as she chuckles.

“Where’s the translated book I got for you? You need to read it.” Annie shakes her head and replies “I tried to but then I fell asleep.” Kat chuckles again.

“ And she was only halfway through my wax.” Beth continued the conversion she had earlier to Annie before Kat walked in. “But I offer to pay it, What happens?” Mia asks.

Beth shook her head, “I changed my mind, You need the money for your son, Mateo.” Beth answers. Kat wants to help her friend Beth but knows she is right. “Gracias”. Kat reply, showing her red lips turn into a smile. “So, What happens?” Annie asks. Beth answered, “Well, now I’m uneven.”  

Ruby walks over to her friends, places the coffee pot on the table. “I don’t even wanna know.”

“Dean maxed out their credit card at some lingerie store,” Annie explain to Ruby.

“Do you think he’s sleeping around?” Beth glance at Kat.

Annie and Kat chuckle. Ruby shakes her head and replies in a sarcastic scoff, “Don’t nobody want Dean.”  

“MmM, Sometimes I wonder why you married your first boyfriend? I heard that the first boyfriend isn’t a good keeper.” Kat said out aloud.

“What, But, Annie married Greg!” Beth says as if she defends herself.

“Look how it turned out,” Kat replied sarcastically.  They chuckled.  “Maybe it’s your anniversary present,” Annie says, trying to make her sister think the bright side but fail to.

Kat tries to hold her snort from Beth but fails. “Yeah right, Dean isn’t the type, I have a feeling like he is one of the old fashion types.” Which led Annie to join in laughing with Kat. They take a breath as soon as the laugh dies.

Beth rolls her eyes and decides to ignore Kat’s comments “He already gave me 100 coupons to Bed Bath & Beyond.”  She looked at her friends.

Ruby’s upper lips curled in disgust. “Ew. Really?”

“Son of a bitch.” Annie says bluntly, hissed.

“No, I really do love it there.” Beth smiles.

“Really? He should’ve given you a coupon to Bath & Body Work instead.” Kat takes a sip of her coffee, Ruby nods in agreement.

“No. That old guy is stealing your tip.” Annie pointed her fingertip at the old guy. The trio follows her gaze, their eyes settle on an elderly man slowly but surely walking toward the empty table, and seems like he’s struggling to walk properly. He looked around, smiling harmless when a couple passed by. 

Kat placed her hand on Annie's hand. “Girl, pointing is rude.”  Mia shakes her head. 

Ruby turns around and gives an ‘Are you kidding me’ look to Annie “He can’t even walk.”  

Annie urged Ruby “ Go get it.” She gave ‘go get it’ hand gestures which cause Ruby to sigh then she gets up on her foot and slowly walks toward the table. Her eyes widen when the elderly man was about to lean in. Ruby quickly swipes up her tip just before he even touches it.  He sent Ruby a look as he made his exit, cane in his hand, dropping the act. 

“Shady S.O.B,” Ruby said shaking her head as she sat down, her eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, “absolutely shady.”

“Don’t let the innocent look fool you ” Kat says as she takes a sip of her coffee.

 A smile appeared on Annie’s lips, almost proudly. “At my old job, we just got robbed all the time, So I got the six sense now.” 

Beth looked at her sister, “Are you serious?” She hopes that Annie is kidding. 

“I mean, it’s no big ideal,” Annie said as she gave a half shrug.  “ All the stores I work at eventually get hit.” 

Shaking her head, Beth met Annie’s eyes showing concern in her eyes “You could get shot.” 

“Ugh. One can hope.” Beth took a breath. 

“These guys, they don’t want to hurt anybody. They just want the money. So we let them have it. Nobody’s trying to be a hero.”

Hunching over and leaning in closer. 

“Do they get caught?” Ruby asks. Beth slowly turned to look at her friend, brow’s knitted together as she looks at Ruby questionably.

Annie let out a ridiculous scoff, “Yeah, the dumb ones do ‘cause they park in the front by the security cameras.”  Kat mutters idota, but is glad that Annie and no one got hurt. 

“You gotta put your getaway car in the back by the loading dock,” Annie shows hand gestures as if she planing out the blueprint. “And you never get dick around with the registers.” She added.  “The real money is back in the vault.” 

“You’ve really worked this out. “ Beth nods is impressed by her little sister.

Annie’s shoulder shrug “Just keeping my options open.”  Kat nods in an agreement.

“How much is in the vault? Ruby asks as if she gives a thought.

“Thirty grand, give or take.”  Annie answer. Ruby’s pupils widen open, eyebrow up raises up. Kat let out an ‘O’ shape of her mouth. Letting out a whistle like she is impressed by how much.

“Damn, I could use that money.” Ruby says as Kat nods, “perfecto count me in.” Kat reply with a grin. 

“Oh my god, me too” Annie joins in. Beth looks at them like they are crazy or serious.

“So, when do you want to do this?” Ruby glance at Annie and Kat.

 Annie replies “Well, I already bought three automatics and filed off the serial numbers so really, name a day” 

Kat pauses her lips for a moment to think which day is better. Beth looks at the three women, not sure if they are serious or not  Until Ruby’s lips turn into a Cheshire Cat grin at Beth which causes the trio  to laugh at Beth.

“You should see your face” Annie points out.

“It’s whiter than usual,”  Ruby says, Kat chuckles.

The four women entered the Fines & Frugal with their masks covering their faces and a toy gun in their hands and stopped in the center of the hallway.

"I'm gonna need you to all get on the ground," Annie says as the four women point the toy gun at the hostages. "Get your cell phones out of your pockets and keep your hands where I can see 'em," Annie says as the hostages follow the instructions. 

“All right, good. Now, I need you to get your manager up here. Annie says, but no one is moving or listening. Annie says it again but still no reply.  Annie looks at Ruby as she shrugs her shoulder like she doesn't know what to do. Ruby yell in a nice tone "Hey, where's y'all's boss at?" Still no response from the hostages. 

All of a sudden, Beth decides to act like a bad cop.  " I better get a manager up here right now or I will start capping people! I'm not even joking, mother.” Beth kicks the wooden boxes with her right leg. Causing people to be afraid of her as they gasp in fear. Causing Annie's and Ruby’s eyes to widen as if they are in shock at Beth while Kat nods and is impressed by it.

                     ONE WEEK EARLIER

 Kat enters the entry foyer inside of the Boland’s Residence with her son whose’s six years old. He smiles happily when he saw his friends, Beth’s four children in the living room, playing. He let go of his mother’s hand and run toward them. as he pulls his little backpack off as he  drops it on the floor, Joining his friends. 

Meanwhile, Kat walks into the kitchen, seeing Beth cooking dinner and Annie sipping diet coke soda "Hola," Kat puts her purse on the chair and car keys inside the purse as she sits down next to Annie. 

"How was work?" Beth asks, chopping the chicken fingers into stars. Kat sighs heavily, “he’s killing me, I swear sometimes I just want to punch him en el hosico.” 

Beth and Annie look confused at first, and then Annie says “Ooo! Asshole” Finally, Beth understands what her friend, Kat’s saying. Kat looks at Annie “it amazes me that you don’t know Spanish words, just only cuss words.” 

Annie smiles. “What can I say, I love curse words.” Annie smiles, proud of herself which causes Kat to chuckle.

“Oh, because your life is so great. I should want this life?” Annie asks, frowning

“Woah, what’s going on?” Kat asks, wondering why the sisters are arguing. 

“Lil miss perfect think’s I’m running my life.” Beth looks at Kat and back to Beth. 

“I didn’t say that,” Beth said, cutting the chicken fingers.

Annie scoffs and rolls her eyes, “Look at Kat, She’s a single mother with a gorgeous figure and a cute son. She’s living the best motherhood life.” Annie says, flattering her best friend. 

Kat chuckles, “oh honey, No I’m not. My boss who thinks women can’t be CEO, I’m still his assistant which I should’ve moved next level, but noo. Also, My son keeps asking about his father every single day.” Katsays sadly. 

“Oh, I'm sorry,” Beth replies as she put her hand on top of Kat’s hand to comfort her as Annie gave her a hug. Kat has told her friends that the father isn’t in the picture.

“And, I mean, not to pile on, look who you married. “ Annie glances at Beth.

“It’s 20 years and four children. Marriage sometimes takes little work.” Beth says, defend herself and Dean.

“Well, It depends on the sex life, and when you told me that you and Dean aren’t wild like you used to, it means something went wrong ” Kat says then Beth glare at her like she can’t believe she says to her face.

“You could lose your daughter. Has that occurred to you?” Beth ignores Kat’s comments and focus on her little sister.

“Well seeing Greg is suing me for custody and I can’t afford it, yes actually, the thought has crossed my mind.” causing Beth to stop at what she doing. Kat hugs Annie for comfort. 

“I didn’t know,” Beth says.

“Now you do,” Annie replies as she pulls away from the hug. Then Dean car dealership Boland Motor commercial appears on the tv.

Beth glimpses at the tv as she sees Amber, the seller. She heard Annie said “Jezz, who’d this chick have to blow to get on TV?” as a joke.

Beth takes another look at the blonde woman on her screen, while Kat's words linger around in her head. She has seen the lady talking to Dean before, and now that she's thinking about it, it is awfully coincidental she's gotten such an unexpected promotion.

"Kat, Can you drop the kids at Annie's neighbor, the babysitter? We'll be right back." Beth asks.

Kat reply" yeah, sure" then she gave her car key to them because she knew five children won't fit in her car so she will use Beth's van instead.

"Hijos!" Kat yells as she searches for the children then goes upstairs and finds them in one of Beth's children's bedrooms, playing and coloring, drawing on the papers. She took them in Beth's van and drove them to Annie's neighborhood so the babysitter can keep an eye on them.

An hour later, "I'm back," Kat says to sing an along tone and is about to shut the front door until she hears a familiar voice "hey!" from outside and seeing it from one of her friends, Ruby. Kat let her inside. Then close the door.

"Guess who found those caramels Bugles at Kroger?" Ruby asks, trying to find Beth and Annie, but finds them in the living room instead. Normally, the four women would sit in another room to watch The Bachelorette but instead, they are in the living room and Beth is lying on the couch while Annie tries to comfort her sister.

Kat's and Ruby's brows knitted in confusion and then Beth immediately went up to them and hugged them. They hug her back but look at Annie over Beth's shoulders confused.

'Dean's having an affair' Annie mouths to us. Kat's pupils widened as she figures it out. But Ruby doesn't understand' what' Ruby mouths back.

Annie mouths it again but a bit more forcefully. Kat whisperer in Beth that she be right back. Beth nods and lets Mia go and hug Ruby's.

"Huh" Ruby questions again. Annie sighs 'Dean is' Annie says then makes sexual gestures then Ruby finally gets it "son of a bitch" She mutters. " Oh, what can we do?" Ruby asks. She rubs Beth's back.

"How about a screwdriver?" Annie suggested. Kat came in from the garage, carrying a sledgehammer over her shoulder.

Beth sees Kat over Ruby's shoulder and an idea pops in her mind, as she replies "a sledgehammer." Annie and Ruby glance at each other's confusion while Kat's lip turns into a smirk.

Shattering, Beth swings the sledgehammer and hits Dean's computer in his office. Beth hit his trophies and then the file cabinets as she yanks the files and throws them on the ground, the paper flying in the air. Continuing hitting the other file cabinets. While Annie and Ruby, Mia stand in the doorway of Dean's study office, watching Beth take her anger on the cheating husband's things and destroy them. "Are you planning on stopping this?" Ruby asks, "Hell no," Kat says as she's recording what Beth is doing on her phone.

Ruby glance at her friend, Kat. "What are you doing?"

Kat grins, "Dean shouldn't mess with Beth, I might post it on YouTube."

"Don't do that, her kids might see it." Ruby scold her. Kat rolls her eyes dramatically, and replies, "fine but I'm still keeping the video."

"Send it to me," Annie says. Kat nods and sends the video to Annie's phone. Ruby scoffs.

Kat says goodbye to the girls because she has to pick up her son and then head home. She picks up her son and drove to her apartment she shares with Mateo. She fed him dinner and gave him a bath before bedtime.

Kat tucks her son, Mateo in his bed at home. "Good night Mi Amor" Kat pecks his little forehead, "Noches Mami " He rubs his little eyes with his thumb. She sighs heavily, feeling angry at Dean and feeling bad toward her friend Beth. She doesn't deserve this at all. Kat thought.

Meanwhile, Beth sat in the dining room, waiting for her cheating husband to get home. Drinking her vodka out from the bottle. She remembers the conversation she has with Mia and wondering if she'd make a mistake to decline Kat's offer.

“Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” Kat asks, 

“Yes,” Beth responded.

“What if I break his nose a little?” Kat suggests. Beth gives her ‘no’ expression look.

"Are you SURE I can't punch him in the face?" Kat asks.

Spanish translate (Correct me If I’m wrong)

jefe- My Boss

En el hosico - On the snout

Mi Amor - My love  

noches mamá- Night Mama

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2021 Fic Year In Review

Thanks for the tag @fanfics-fix

Total Number Of Completed Works:

26 on AO3.

Total Word Count:

283,411 and OMG!

Looking Back, Did You Write More Fic Than You Thought You Would This Year, Less, Or About What You’d Expected?

I didn't think I would write that much. I didn't plan to write anything at all. But it happened as it happened.

Fandoms I’ve Written In:

Good Girls (TV), Shadow and Bone (TV), The Hobbit (Jackson Movies)

Most Popular Story Of The Year?

By both Hits & Kudos: Her love (Shadow and Bone)

She left him a note. Of course she did it. Alina didn’t want him to be angry and confused when he finally reaches The Little Palace and founds her missing. He can do all sorts of stupid and cruel things when he thinks that she left him forever and alone.

Oh Saints, she can’t. Maybe in the past … But not now. In the past and now there were and there is a lot of things between them, good and bad, memories they share are both joyful and sad.

So Alina left him a note.

What’s Your Own Favorite Story Of The Year?

It's The González (Good Girls)

It’s May 1865. The war is over and it’s time for the North celebrate the Victory over the South. Rio González, the yongest General in the North army, returns home to his grandmother and young siblings. And the government presents him Elizabeth Marks, daughter of the dead Southern General. Beth is a present for him, trophy wife for his merits during the War. Will they find happiness with each other?

Do You Have Any Fanfic Or Profic Goals For The New Year?

It's just: Keep going. No pressure.

Did You Take Any Writing Risks This Year?

No.

Story Of Mine Most Under-Appreciated By The Universe, In My Opinion:

Heartless (As You Are) (Shadow and Bone)

Alina Starkov is a consulting criminal mastermind. She uses her intelligence and network to provide criminals with strategies for their crimes. She knows that criminals are dangerous, some want to kill her, so she has a professional bodyguard, Alexander Morozova. Her own guarding dog, as she loves to call him.

Most Fun Story To Write:

Royal (Shadow and Bone)

Relationship of Alexander Morozov, Crown Prince of Ravka and the Ravka's sunshine Lady Alina Starkov through the years in social media.

Most Unintentionally Telling Story:

Do it for the love (Good Girls)

Beth is going to marry Dean Boland, but one day she meets Rio. Rio is from Aguilar family, and Marks and Aguilars are enemies. Despite the rivalry between two families, Beth and Rio falls in love and they keep their relationships a secret.

Biggest Disappointment:

Not so much time for everything

Biggest Surprise:

A lot of kudos and comments :D

My Favorite Part Of Fandom This Year:

Join new fandoms, meeting new people.

I tag @juuuunaaaaoooo @querenaxx

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Oh my gosh, I should NEVER have obliged ONE prompt, should I? look at where it brought me 😂😂

But since it's you, dear Heatherwax, and since your prompts are just killing me, I obviously chose the most random and improbable one among these four:

21. reader insert fic where dean's monologuing abt his weird sex dreams abt rio at y/n while you're trapped & forced to listen to him. bonus: ao3 skin which removes any nav away from the page.

Unfortunately, the ao3 skin part sounds quite unfeasible...

but here's your gift regardless 😘

(AO3 version here)

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You suppress a yawn behind the counter. It's been nearly ninety minutes since Cole left you in charge, his face glowing with proud excitement as he was climbing in his car babbling about how he was going to be an uncle again since Sally had just gone in labor.

"If anyone shows up you know how the business works, kiddo!" he said before peeling off.

It's true. You do. Besides, working at the Bicycle Beaver isn't that complicated. It's just that maybe you wouldn't have downed shot after shot of tequila with your crew and barely got three hours of sleep last night if you had known this would be the day your boss would leave you in charge of the whole shop for God knows how many hours.

Good thing that it's a quiet day, though. Aside from a couple looking for matching cyclist vests and a middle-aged lady coming in to buy a wheel lock, you've mostly spent your time staring into space and shelling the seconds like an interminable rosary.

The bell jingling at the front door yanks you out from your hungover reverie, as this middle-aged pallid man wearing a bike helmet and shorts is making his way to the counter, pushing a very obviously flat-tired bike by his side.

"Hello, welcome to the Bicycle Beaver. What can I do for you?" you ask with your most professional voice, hoping that the high likelihood that you may fall asleep any moment isn't that obvious.

"Hi, um," — he squints at the badge with your name on it pinned on your shirt, seems to realize he can't make it from that far, appears to renounce to calling you by your name — "I need a new tube... I think," the guy scoffs, waving at his unfortunate wheel. "And could you check the brakes while we're here? I think they might need some tightening," he adds.

"Sure," you nod, biting your cheeks not to yawn.

You walk around the counter to get closer to the bike but the man keeps staring at you, seemingly expecting something from you that the fog in your brain doesn't allow you to see clearly. What now?

"How much will it cost me?" he eventually elaborates with an apologetic wince, as if he's sorry that he may not be able to afford it, and oh.

You pointedly nod at the large cardboard sign hanging to the wall behind the counter and detailing all the pricing, too tired to announce the number yourself. Seriously, just buy yourself a pair of glasses already if you can't read a waiter's name badge, dude. After a suspended second of confusion, the man nods and starts pulling out a few ten-dollar bills from his wallet and hands them to you.

You cash them in automatically, muttering thanks, when he loudly clears his throat, forcing your eyes back up to his pale and goofy face.

"What?" you ask, borderline annoyed with how this dude won't let you be dazed in peace.

"It's just... you didn't check them. You know, to make sure they're legit."

"So?" you shrug.

What's this guy's problem? This is a bicycle repair store, for fuck's sake. Not a casino.

"My wife runs a counterfeit money ring," he replies, and the admission is so open that you can't really tell if he's joking or not.

So much for assuming this guy couldn't afford a basic cycle repair.

Either way, this is not the kind of opener that makes you want to inquire further about this customer's whims, so you just hum noncommittally, grabbing the bike's handle and leading it to the workshop area of the store.

"It's because of this guy," the man elaborates, following you like a lost puppy as you pull the bike upside down and start dismounting the front wheel. "He's a... a gangster, you know? Like with tatts, and everything. I'm Dean, by the way."

You barely react to his rambling, mostly focusing on doing your job without falling asleep. Also perhaps your silence won't encourage him to go on with his disturbing and not necessarily legal oversharing.

"Do you think it hurts?" he asks, and maybe you spaced out at this point because you have no idea what he's talking about.

"Huh?" you concede, removing the flat tube from inside the tire and scanning it for splinters.

"Getting one of those neck tatts. I had this dream the other day where I was getting one like his, and I think it was supposed to impress my wife, but he turned out to be the tattoo artist, and he was touching my face and saying that it wouldn't hurt."

At this point, you're more than tempted to suggest that he goes running some errands of his own and comes back in thirty minutes when his bike is ready. See, the world is divided into two types of customers. The pleasant ones, and well. The others. And this man? He undoubtedly belongs to the second category. But Cole's always saying that customer service is important, that a customer should never feel unwelcome in your store, so you clench your teeth instead, which turns out to be a very bad idea since your hangover headache erupts hard in your skull in reaction.

"So did you get the tattoo or not?" you ask in an attempt to remain polite as you're gluing a patch to the small spot on the tube where the rubber is cut, trying to ignore the little hammer beating at your temple.

"I woke up," Dean replies, somber.

And for one second, maybe two, you think that he's finally done with sharing bordering psychiatry-worth facts.

But it only gets worse after this.

"Actually he always touches my face in my dreams," Dean starts over, and God, why hasn't Sally popped out her newborn yet? "Like, I have this hot-tub in my living room since I used to sell —"

Dean's voice disappears when you start the compressor to inflate the newly repaired tube, and really, it's a blessing to not know what was coming next under the deafening roaring of the motor.

"... happened to be skinny dipping with me, and we were exchanging skincare tips when he stroked my cheek saying that my skin was so soft. And then he came even closer and —"

He sounds so raving and almost nostalgic that you can't help staring at him, blinking your eyes to chase the sleepiness away. The flabby flesh of his cheeks is vaguely tugging at the corner of his lips, an evanescent dreamy smile lingering on his face, and you tut under your breath.

"You said you were married to a woman, right?" you cautiously remind him as you're screwing the wheel back into place, because seriously.

"Who, Bethie? Oh yeah, yeah, sure, we've been married for twenty years, why, do you know her?"

"No."

And surely, you have no intention to ever meet anyone else orbiting around this man. There's a short respite when you bring the bike back on its wheels before relocating it to the brake testing area.

"She had sex with him, you know?" breaks the silence in your back.

And just... What is wrong with these people?

"She never told me where or when it happened, but in my dreams it's always at the park."

Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool. You really wish he could shut up before definitively tarnishing the surface of your mind with his quite inappropriate stories. Although you have to admit that this one sounds a bit different, this time he doesn't seem to dream-fuck this tattooed man he's blatantly so obsessed with.

"Except that it's me instead of her, of course," Dean adds, and here we go, you think, wincing at the idea of having to endure one more edition of this maniac's sex dreams.

Who would want to share that with a stranger? At this point, it's sheer lunacy.

You tighten the front brake cable as Dean starts delving into the details of his imaginary bench encounter, goes on a full-rant for an entire minute about sizes, grows ecstatic when he mentions the tattooed man's musculature, "... and he's got these sharp cheekbones, you know, like you wonder how he doesn't cut himself with these..."

You swallow, mouth parched. God. You really need to hydrate. The tequila hasn't been kind to you last night. Or perhaps Dean's obsession is starting to grow on you too, who knows.

"... grabbed my ass and I just saw this big vein on his hand —" you press the brakes so hard in your final test that the rear-brake pad jumps out in a metallic clank, and you sigh when you realize this means you're going to have to suffer for an extra fifteen minutes while pulling it back in and readjusting the cable tension.

It's when you crouch down to pick up the pad on the floor that you notice the ankle monitor. Maybe you should check that cash he gave you, after all. Seriously, who is this guy?

"... and the dog was watching us this whole time, can you believe it?" Dean concludes what is obviously a story that you're glad the monitor distracted you from.

You fix the brake as fast as you can while Dean is scoffing softly to himself, plausibly muttering profanities until he starts again, "Oh, and of course there is the one with the gun—"

"And it's done! Like new!" you cut him, precipitately handing him the bike back, making it explicit that he should just leave now and not devote one more second to the tales of his fantasized sex life.

"It's the one where he shoots me," Dean clarifies dryly, his thin lips pouting like he's finding your lack of empathy particularly rude, and gosh. It's the customer service oracle all over again.

So you let him finish a story that for once isn't in any way sexual, but turns out to be more terrifying than all the others combined, leaving you quite unsure that your hangover is the culprit responsible for the nausea clamping up your throat.

"Huh," you manage to elicit.

"Anyway, I just hate this guy," Dean comments without an ounce of irony, causing your eyebrows to jump up your forehead.

And then he's finally — finally! — dragging his feet towards the exit, his bare legs looking oddly stupid as the rest of his body is fully clothed, when he suddenly turns back, his face enlightened with a disgustingly goofy expression, like the guy just invented the wheel or something.

"Hey, you really have good people skills, you know? Have you ever considered selling moisturizer?"