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smolbeandrabbles · 4 years

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Video Games - Nolan Sorrento x Reader (Ready Player One)

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Author’s Note: Well this was one scene long until I listened to this song. So, you’re welcome!

I always come back to this end scene for Nolan, and in all honesty it’s one of my favourite things to think about, so thank you @primadonna-girl23 for finally giving me a reason to write it! I hope you enjoy! Thank you for your request! 💙💜

Video Games - Lana Del Rey

Disclaimer: RPO characters not mine / gifs not mine / lyrics not mine. I tend to like writing Nolan like this, and I will live and die by it!

Premise: There’s nothing you love more than playing video games with Nolan. But hes good, and he doesn’t lose. All you vow is one day someones gonna beat him, even if you have to wait for another generation to do it for you...

Words: 2771

Warnings: Small swears / insulin warning

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Swinging in the backyard Pull up in your fast car whistling my name Open up a beer And you say get over here and play a video game I'm in his favorite sun dress Watching me get undressed take that body downtown I say you the bestest Lean in for a big kiss put his favorite perfume on Go play your video game

Singing in the old bars Living for the fame Kissing in the blue dark, playing pool and wild darts Video games He holds me in his big arms, drunk and I am seeing stars This is all I think of This is my idea of fun Playing video games

It's you, it's you, it's all for you Everything I do I tell you all the time Heaven is a place on earth where you Tell me all the things you want to do I heard that you like the bad girls honey, is that true? It's better than I ever even knew They say that the world was built for two Only worth living if somebody is loving you Baby now you do

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This may well have been one of your favourite past times. Sure, you were dating Nolan Sorrento, who at any point in time – as the CEO of IOI and with the millions he made – could whisk you down town in one of the many sports cars he owned to a bar, or a club, or restaurant, where all the stars hung out, or on some expensive getaway to anywhere in the world; heck, Nolan and his money could get you anything, and often did… But there was really nothing better than sitting in his living room trying to kick his ass at retro video games. You failed more times than you won, and sometimes you thought he let you win just because of the pout on your face, but you didn’t see how you could enjoy anything as much as this. With the sometimes God awful graphics, and the very most the consoles could really do was occasionally vibrate the controller (which made you shriek and him cackle the first time it happened) these games were a far cry from the OASIS – and yet you preferred them. These old restored gaming systems and the various disks and cartridges that came with them, along with movies from years gone by, were Nolan’s pride and joy. The 90s into early 2000s were his vary favourites; staples from his childhood. But he had right through until the latest editions – just before this type of gaming became nearly obsolete. You could play them in the OASIS, of course, but Nolan didn’t see the point when you could get the real experience by putting your mind to fixing things. Essentially his only past time before he’d become CEO – and now he didn’t have a lot of time for things like that, but he could escape to play them. Sometimes you just liked to watch him on single player go through something a little more strategic – but he’d let you pick out what his character looked like, or maybe who they would side with, or the conversational track that he’d go with. And you liked the times Nolan would go quiet for just a moment and then almost shudder, and say something like, “Oh my god the soundtrack!” which made you focus on it for the remainder of his playthrough.

But on occasion Nolan would put in a multiplayer game and throw you a controller; and you’d either get to help him, or try to beat him. And it was fun to lie back on the sofa between his legs, head on his chest – tongue stuck out in concentration and yell expletives every time he beat you. “You can do better than that!” He laughed again and you smacked his leg, “You’re infuriating!” He gave you nothing more than a teasing grin; “Oh, I’m trying very hard I assure you!” “OH! SHUT UP!” But you were good humoured about it, and Nolan still laughed when you resorted to cheating, attempting to block his view or distract him from time to time. Which he used to say would serve you right if you still lost; sometimes he’d pin you between or under his legs so you couldn’t move, and you thought he was doing a little too much Kegel. Sometimes Nolan would even beat you with one arm around your waist, holding you close to him as you balanced on his knees so he was playing one handed, just to prove he could – or he’d give you a ten second head start. You had to admit that he was good, but he was also an expert – Nolan knew these consoles inside out, and he’d grown up doing this. So, no surprises there either. Today this wasn’t the plan, you were supposed to be going out on a date – judging by the fact you were wearing a sundress, and he was in a nice shirt and pants. But on the drive out of town Nolan had started telling you about games he’d been reprogramming, and fixing up and some new ones he’d managed to get hold of. That information didn’t come with a price tag, but you could imagine the expense – and before long you found that more interesting and you were on your way back home. But this was a little more casual, and after getting bored of losing to him for the umpteenth time, Nolan let you play it for yourself. “Y-You sure!?” “Mhm…” He popped the cap on his beer, “I’ll help you out!” You smiled sweetly; “Don’t you want to play it first?” “No…” He gave a shrug taking a sip, “I played it enough as a kid – you don’t even know what this game is, time I taught you. It’s one of my very favourites…” And so he did help you navigate around – or point out little hidden pieces of game play or items you would have surely missed, occasionally he’d take your hands and the controller in his to assist with some of the harder stuff where you insisted you didn’t have enough fingers to work it all out at once – but Nolan watched that smile on your face grow every time he did so, and felt that maybe you were asking for his help on purpose. Eventually you sighed gently; “I love doing this with you…” “What? Hanging out on my couch playing retro games and skipping dates?” Nolan chuckled, taking another swig of beer – he was surprised there was any left considering your practice of taking it from him when you thought he wouldn’t notice. “Don’t say it like that…” you tipped your head back to catch the amusement on his face; “This is nice and relaxed… And we’re together, how is it not a date?” He tilted his head both ways; “I dunno, I guess I kinda like taking you out…” Nolan paused thoughtfully, “I’m not saying you’re wrong though, this is… I could get used to it.” “Get used to it?” You paused the game and rolled over to face him, “Careful what you wish for Nolan Sorrento!” But he still laughed; “That doesn’t sound like it bodes well for me. Ah, I think I could put up with you for a while.” “Thanks!” But you were laughing along, until you bit your lips together, “I…Think I could probably get used to this too.” He stared at you for a little while, almost in adoration, before he leant forward, touching his nose to yours before kissing you. You closed your eyes to him, content, before wrapping your arms around him and deepening the kiss. Sorrento eventually broke it, arms still around you – before chuckling nervously, a faint shade of pink dusting his cheeks; “Aha… Okay, before we get a little too used to this… I say we don’t waste that beautiful dress, and you let me take you out for dinner?” You giggled, stealing another kiss – “Okay! Dinner it is!”

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That feeling never changed, not through dating moving from months to years, or moving in with him, or getting engaged… then married… and not even the stage you were at now. You were getting better; you could actually beat him at these games now – and Nolan was only ever impressed. He enjoyed it when you won as much as you did, because of how happy you were that you’d actually beat him – and the excitement on your face; the way you’d start screaming sentences when you were nearly there. Or how he’d manage to reign it back (even if you still won), and you’d scream “NO!” so loud he thought eventually someone might knock on the front door to see if you were okay. Luckily it’d never happened. Right now you were supposed to be helping him on a campaign, but you were much more interested in watching what he was doing and snacking. “Are you actually gonna help, or…? Cuz I can go back to single player if you’d rather.” “No.” You said through a mouthful of Chex, “I’ll help, just give me a second.” He chuckled, and you held up the bag to offer him one, which he thanked you for. Truth was at 7 months pregnant you’d rather sit here quietly, head in his lap and watch him. Whilst you were sitting eating and watching Nolan do all he could in the mission solo, you’d balanced the controller on your stomach and every so often, as your baby moved, the controller wiggled around on its precarious balance. But that only made you laugh. This position was at least comfortable for you; and usually you sat like this to watch movies too – where Nolan would cuddle you close and rest his hands over yours on your stomach; where his face became a lot more interesting than whatever you were watching. Nothing really compared to the way he lit up when your baby made a noticeable movement, and would pretend he wasn’t welling up – but you knew Nolan was, he couldn’t hide that from you – though he tried. However Sorrento accidently ran himself into the levels boss fight before you were ready; and to let you know something important was about to happen, the controller vibrated. “AH-!” You gasped which caused Nolan to jump, “Shit! Sorry!” But you laughed harder; “Not only was the vibration kinda startling…Ooh-! Okay! I don’t like you right now!” You took his hand and placed it over your stomach as you were given a third little kick; “Ooops!” He laughed, “And I’ve got you into a boss fight!” “Oops-!?” You folded your arms, “I should just let you die!! If this continues all night-!” Nolan cringed, “I’d really rather I didn’t die – besides if you get attacked that controller is only gonna vibrate more, you realise that-!?” Well, that made you pick it up pretty quick. “You are okay though, right?” “Yeah. I guess.” You grumbled, “If I can’t beat you, the baby will!” Nolan chuckled before scoffing; “Yeah, that I’d like to see-!” *** “THAT’S NOT FAIR!!” “Come on its two against one how is that not fair?” “THE COMPUTER IS HELPING YOU!” “Yeah and it’s pretty useless! You two should have this-!” “BUT IT ISN’T FAIIIIIIIIIIIR---!!” “What, you think I’m gonna let you win-!?” “REMATCH! PLAY FAIR THIS TIME!” “You’re on!” You were sorting a few things out in the upstairs bedrooms when you were met with yelling from the living room. You laughed to yourself; this was the kind of argument that had transferred from you and your husband, to your husband and your children. And Nolan was still the one winning. You walked out onto the landing; balcony overlooking the living room to watch them. Your two eldest boys were sitting on the floor, having clearly just lost another match, arms folded and sulking as they threw glares at your husband, sitting cross legged on the couch with your little girl – your youngest – curled up in his lap silently watching the whole thing. You couldn’t help but smile at the scene; just another weekend in the Sorrento household… “What are you guys doing!?” They all looked up at you “Dad’s cheating!” “What-!? I’m hardly even trying-!” That made both the boys gasp and look back to him; Nolan laughed like he’d just said something he shouldn’t have and grinned at you. You rolled your eyes, smiling, and made for the stairs, “Alright hold on I’m coming…” By the time you were downstairs they were seemingly settled again into another round, although even as you padded over you could see Nolan was probably going to get himself another win. There was a smile on his face that had only appeared since you’d had children, and his laugh this time was absentminded as they both ganged up on his character. For that he turned immediately to your daughter, and indicated to her which buttons to press to help him with the powered-up finishing move. Which had the boys yelling about cheating again and Nolan and her laughing at them. And for a minute you stood back, heart full watching them all. But especially Nolan – things had been hard at IOI for him lately, and it wasn’t exactly going as planned. But when he sat here with his children, it was like everything else was forgotten; he was laughing and happy, and you didn’t think you’d ever seen him this happy – not for a while – and he was relaxed. Today he was dad, not Sir, no matter how exasperatedly anyone was saying it. Your eldest spotted you in the corner and called you over; “Moooom! Can you beat him for us!?” They had heard of the famed times when you’d managed it, but it’d been a while. Nolan’s head swivelled and his eyes narrowed at you; “Oh! If you DARE--!!” You held your hands up; “Hey, I’m not taking sides-!” Nolan clapped as your boys groaned; “Ha! That’s my girl!” “Okay, Dad, one more round.” “Oh god, no, don’t you get sick of me beating you? I’m getting too old for this-!” Nolan chuckled, then he exited back to the games’ main menu to set up a multiplayer quest, handing the controller over to your daughter as you settled onto the sofa next to him. His voice lowered as he lifted her from his lap onto the floor; “Go on sweetheart – show ‘em how it’s done.” The controller was a little big in her hands but she beamed, “Play nice boys!” But he knew they would, as they lay on their fronts waiting for the game to load up again for them. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek gently; “I love you daddy!” “I love you too…” She ran off to join her brothers and he watched her go – that smile somehow bigger. You tsked “Such a daddy’s girl.” Nolan scoffed, but then agreed; “Yeah. Probably.” He held his arms out for you, watching the boys help their little sister with the controls for a moment with pride. You snuggled into him, head on his chest and he kissed your forehead – “I mean, of course I love you.” You giggled as he continued pressing kisses into your skin; “Oh that was never in doubt Nolan Sorrento!” You sat in silence for a moment – Nolan was watching the game play, and every so often would suggest strategy, as he’d used to do with you. You instead watched your kids help each other out on the floor, everyone content with life for now. Exactly how it should be, before you voiced your question, looking back to your husbands blue eyes; “Why don’t you let them win?” His smile was mysterious for a moment as he looked back to you; “Because one day they’ll beat me, and I’ll never win again!” then he grinned, “Besides, I like that they’re kinda in awe of me at the moment, and as long as I can keep that up and help them in the harder levels, I’d love to.” He placed his hand to his forehead to a moment; “…God, I’m dreading the day that don’t need me…” You shook your head, before placing a gentle kiss to his cheek; “Don’t say such silly things, they’ll always need you – you’re their father.” That smile was back, and Nolan pulled you closer to him for another kiss, before you heard the kids all cheering at beating another level and had to both laugh. Yes, for now all was right, and long may that continue.

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act-addict-actors-matchups · 4 years

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@navi-chan said,

(♡1♡) Hello ˃ᴗ˂ I wanna know who I match up with in A3 Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ I'm a Virgo and IFJT girl living her life at the moment. I know and think things that are apparently weird (idk why) that makes my friends question on what I do when I'm alone (✿◠‿◠). I'm exactly 5 ft for now (still growing), wavy shoulder-length black hair and I have a fair skin tone cuz I don't like the sun too much XD. I love and enjoy to draw and read stories and articles that captivates my interest.

(♡2♡) I like to travel cuz I want to know the place and it's culture especially its art. I also like to sleep cuz whenever I'm alone and have nothing to do I would feel lonely that is why I tend to sleep the loneliness away. And, I love-hate cuddles (don't attack me pls ( ˃̵⌓˂̵)). LOVE cuz I would feel sense of comfort with the person. HATE cuz I feel like the person might disappear or will leave me behind and I would feel lonely again. Well, that's all (❁´▽`❁)

✧ Tumblr is not letting me tag you. 😔 I hope you’ll see this. Honestly, I really wanted to match you with Azuma but ‘I’m still growing part’ made me feel like you’re a minor so I couldn’t. I can be wrong though lol. Sorry for taking so long and thank you for requesting a matchup, love. 💞✨

I’d match you with: . . .

➜ HOW YOU TWO FIRST MET ; It was a hot summer day and for some reason you’ve made it into your personal mission to do random acts of kindness for the people who were a total stranger to you. So far, you’ve helped old people cross the street, helped someone load their groceries and left a copy of that days’s newspaper on your neighbor’s doorstep. You had to admit, it was a productive day and it wasn’t even midday yet! With your accomplishments for the day, you decided to treat yourself something cold, like ice cream or soda. Just the thought itself made you smile. With a nod of your head, you began walking towards the area that had the shops in it. While walking, you caught a glimpse of a boy in front of vending machine, sulking. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt with black and white patterns on it and a black shalwar like leggings. Ah, you knew what the problem was. The vending machines in this area were famous for eating the coins of people. You were a victim of them yourself many, many times. But with some brain power, you managed to come up with a single move that can get the snack or drink you’ve wanted. You were already on a kindness roll so you might as well help another person out. With a smile on your face, you cleared your throat and shot the boy a knowing look. “Allow me.” You have said before hitting a specific spot with your hip and bam! one of the sodas has dropped. Sticking your arm in, you grabbed the cold beverage and tossed it to the boy, who was looking at you with shining eyes. “Eh!? That was so cool! Teach me how to do it!” A giggle escaped from your lips at how enthusiastic he was being. You could basically see a tail behind him, wagging with anticipation. With a small shake of your head, you flashed a knowing grin as you took a coin out of your pocket and popped it into the machine, pressing the numbers of the drink you’ve wanted. You were planning on buying something cold anyway and this was more convenient for you too. And just as you thought, even though the vending machine took your money, it didn’t give you the drink. You hit the machine one more time and grabbed your drink after it fell down. You popped open the can and took a sip, turning your attention to the red head afterwards, you began to explain how hitting that exact spot was important and if he messed it up even just a little, the money would go to waste. With every word left your mouth, he nodded with serious eyes. After you were done, you took another coin and basically sacrificed it. “Alrighty, it’s now your turn. Give it your best shot!” You said before stepping aside and giving the boy a thumbs up. “Yes, ma’am.” He said before hitting the machine and successfully making the can of soda fall. His bright blue eyes lit up as he throw his fist up. “Hey, I did it! I really did it!” “Haha, congratulations. Make sure to use that power for good.” “You can count on me!” After that exchange you two grabbed your cans of sodas and sat on a nearby bench. He told you that his name was Taichi Nanao, he was a student at Ouka High School and an actor at Mankai Company. After that, you introduced yourself and you two just chatted about whatever came to mind until it was around three pm. Taichi was first to leave since he had practice with Autumn Troupe around an hour later but he didn’t leave without getting your phone number, which you happily gave without much thought.

➜ PERSONALITY COMPATIBILITY ; Taichi is like a puppy, often noisy and upbeat so there is never a dull moment when you two are together. Don’t ever worry about him leaving you behind because he is so whipped for you. In fact, I feel like you both might fear that whole ‘my significant other is to good for me what if they leave me all of a sudden?’ more than necessary. Yes, I said both of you because let’s not forget that under that positive attitude of his, Taichi actually has very low self esteem. What I’m trying to say is words of affirmation and physical touch is your canon love languages, although the later happened less in your earlier stage of relationship. IFJT people are often perfectionists with extremely high standards of performance for themselves so whenever you’re too harsh on yourself having a chill & silly boyfriend would calm you down or whenever he needs to get serious about something (ex. schoolwork because let’s face it, he’s the type of person who does his homework at the very last moment be it on the breakfast table or while the teacher is collecting them) you’re there making sure he’s not destroying his future academically. Those are just basic examples but in short, you two just balance each other out very nicely. Please just marry each other. 🥺

➜ SHARED ACTIVITIES ; Since apparently you do things that are considered weird, now you have a partner by your side to do those things. I feel like the both of you would totally be up to having intense conversations with pets, rating total strangers out of ten or texting each other weird things even though you're in the same room. If not, I can see you two going to a convenience store, buying the magazines that catches your eyes, sitting back to back or with him laying down on his back and you on top of him, making a + form and reading articles until one of you gets bored. If you’ve seen Taichi’s doodle he made in the notebook, you’d know that the boy is at the very least decent at drawing, so even though he might get bored quickly, he would do his best to draw with you. Since you don’t like the sun very much, if he wants to go outside with you he’d wait until late afternoon-evening. When it comes to outdoor dates the first thing came to my mind was amusement park date. Can you imagine how fun it would be to go on the rides with him??? I headcanon that Taichi loves rollercoasters so you bet he’s gonna beg your to go with him. If you freak out, he lets out a laugh and you feel his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you back against him, his other hand is stretched up to the sky.

➜ ZODIAC COMPATIBILITY ; Taichi’s birthday is on October 11 which makes him a Libra. Considering that Libra and Virgo are zodiac neighbours, it goes without saying that the two will be compatible. While Libra is an air sign, and Virgo is an earth sign, the two are as disconnected as they are connected. Virgo is duty-bound and nurturing. While Libra is also a sign that will do what needs to be done, their priority will be more on the reality than the idealistic acts. When Virgo and Libra join together in a love match, it can be like puting two puzzle pieces together. Each locks into the other and sits comfortably in place. Both Signs seek security in partnership, and they share a love of beauty and culture. They can work together efficiently and smoothly because they desire similar rewards. The Virgo-Libra relationship may trickle along in the beginning, but it will rev up once both partners grow to respect one another. Just like any other pairing, this pairing has its own set of pros and cons. Both these personality types have a tendency to be very similar to each other. As such, the suggestion would always be to give this relationship a shot. However, another advice would be to keep your eyes open. While loyalty is the way for both these signs, triggers for a change of duty may be something as simple as their partner not putting the toilet seat down. All the best!

#act! addict! actors!#a3! matchup #taichi nanao

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harlot-of-oblivion · 5 years

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A Rose of Unconscious Beauty (Part 6)

All work and no play make Dante a dull devil, but when he finds out about his brother's flowery friend he sees an opportunity to cure his boredom. Well, that and his curiosity about what kind of woman catches Vergil's attention. So, he decides to spontaneously visit your garden to see what all the buzz is about.

Hope you enjoy these two finally meeting! And gardening puns...just all the gardening puns. 😆❤

Here’s the link to the list of all the flowers featured in this part. 🌹🥰🌹

Chapter 1: Meeting Dante

Life has been pretty good for Dante since he got back from his little foray into hell. He may still be in quite a bit of debt, but that never stops him from living life to the fullest. For the first time in a long time he does not feel so alone in the Devil May Cry shop. There is just one problem that plagues him now as he leans back in his chair, feet propped up on the edge of his desk as a huge overdrawn yawn escapes his mouth…

He is bored.

Very, very…BORED.

The occasional odd job usually keeps him entertained, but business has been slow recently. There is only so much games of pool and swimsuit magazines before Dante is positively itching to fight something…anything. Nero has taken advantage of this dry spell and is finally getting hitched to Kyrie. Even Vergil, who he annoys into fighting sometimes just for sheer fact that it relieves his boredom for a while, has taken to disappearing from time to time.

Oh yeaaaaah. The mysterious flowery friend.

Dante ponders the potential of that whole situation giving him something to do besides sitting alone in his shop. He did not think it strange when Vergil started to go out more…in fact, he is proud that his brother is finally embracing his humanity and making this world his home. But when his cranky brother came back to the shop with pretty little blue flowers wrapped around his beloved Yamato…well, now that just piqued his curiosity. He tries to goad Vergil into telling him where he got the flowers or where he has been disappearing off to lately, but that conversation usually ends with him being stabbed a lot. Dante got his answer one day when Nero asks if he knew this florist that his old man just recommended to him. It all just suddenly clicked. The constant visits, the soft cloud nine smiles, just the overall secrecy…

Vergil…has a crush.

Just the idea of his brother being head over heels for someone has Dante shaking his head in wonder. Vergil has already left the shop, probably visiting his florist friend if Dante had to guess. It happens to be the day that Nero and Kyrie are supposed to meet their savior of flowers. He wanted to tag along to see what all the hype is about, but Nero absolutely refused to let him. Usually, that is not enough to deter Dante, but then his nephew just had to sick Kyrie on him. And how could anyone say no to her? So, here he sits…extremely bored and very curious.

I have to know if it’s true…if my dumbass brother really is lovestruck…

A sudden idea pops into Dante’s head as he takes out his cellphone and begins to text:

Dante: Hey! Gonna see your old mans flower girl today, amiright?

Nero: NO. Forget it.

Nero: Im not spying 4 u

Dante: NO ONE said ANYTHING about spying!

Dante: Just a couple of pics!

Nero: NO U CREEP

Dante: OH C’MON!!!

Dante taps on his screen vigorously as he provokes his stubborn nephew to reply, but after a few minutes of continued silence he gives up. He rolls his eyes as he groans in mild irritation and drops his phone onto the desk. His nimble fingers stroke his scruffy chin in thought, wondering if there will ever be an end to this torturous boredom…then it hits him faster than the Devil May Cry van. Nico! Dante snaps his fingers and nods his head in approval at his own ingenious idea. He snatches his phone back up and begins to text again:

Dante: Heyyyyyyy

Nico: Wat

Dante: Wanna help a friend out?

Nico: Lemme guess

Nico: U want me to spy for ya, right?

Dante: A couple of pics is NOT spying

Nico: Yeah yeah whatever

There is a long pause and Dante almost thinks his last-ditch effort is a bust. Until…

Nico: Mayyyyybe I’ll do it

Nico: Wats in it for me tho?

Dante only has to think about her prize for second before replying.

Dante: I’ll let you check out my guns

Nico: Ive already seen my fair share of muscles

Dante: Im talking about Ebony and Ivory

Nico: U GOTTA FUCKIN DEAL

Dante clenches his fist in victory. Nico tells him to hold tight while she finds a good hiding spot and the perfect angle. So, he grabs the nearest swimsuit magazine to read while he waits for Nico’s sneaky photos.

He only has to read a couple of pages of articles and check out a few curvy ladies before his phone vibrates. “Well now…let’s see what we've got,” he announces aloud as his hand instantly picks up his phone and eagerly opens up the message. Here she is! is written below two pictures of a bubbly woman with a bright smile and lively eyes. In one photo she is sitting down at a garden table, and in the other she is standing by a bed of flowers. She is wearing white summer dress and has a white flower in her hair. Dante chuckles in glee because now he understands why his brother has fallen so hard: the local florist is a total babe!

Dante is about to get back to his magazine when another text from Nico comes through:

Nico: Yoooooooooo

Nico: U didnt tell me that Vergil was gonna be here!

Dante: Im not my brother’s keeper!

Nico: Im NOT about to get stabbed if he catches me

Nico: Im out

Dante: WAIT

Dante: I’ll sweeten the deal!

Dante: If you get a pic of them together

Nico: DANTE

Dante: Then I’ll let you check out my guns

Dante: FOR A WEEK

A very long pause follows and Dante thinks that Nico is still going chicken out despite his sudden add on to her prize when her response chimes in:

Nico: U better hold up your end of the deal, Dante

Dante: Nicooooo u know I always keep my word!

Nico: Cuz if u dont, I’ll run u over with the van

Dante: No u wont

Nico: VROOM VROOM BITCH

Dante’s amused chuckle echoes throughout the shop. “So, that’s where you’re running off to,” he comments to himself. “The secret garden.” As he waits for Nico’s next photo, he starts to wonder what kind of a woman catches the eye of his broody brother. I mean…sure, you’re a cutie, but Dante knows that Vergil is not so easily swayed by looks alone. Of course, he could be reading into this too much and you’re actually just a really adorable friend…which is why he has to see both of you together. If Vergil has that soft smile on his face and if you show any sign of reciprocating his brother’s feelings…

His phone vibrates and Dante immediately opens the message. How's this for ya? reads Nico’s text along with a bunch of laughing emojis and a video clip. He arches an eyebrow as he presses play. He sees Nero, Kyrie, Vergil, and you all walking together by a bunch of flowers. He cannot make out the soft conversation of the group, but he does hear a lighthearted giggle as you do a twirl. Dante squints his eyes when he notices your hand reach for something in your dress…then his eyes widen as you throw petals into the air. The distinct growl of his brother comes through the audio and Dante nearly chokes on his own laugh. Some of the little pink flowers you threw…are sticking to Vergil’s hair!

I’m totally saving this just for the look on his face!

Dante kicks his feet off of the desk and he leans forward in his chair, never taking his eyes off the screen as Nero and Kyrie step out of frame. He tilts his head when Vergil kneels and you start to pluck the flowers from his hair. Dante has to rub his eyes to make sure he is really seeing these events correctly. Things get really interesting when you move in closer. The awkward expression on his brother’s face is pure gold. But what really has him pressing his nose to the screen is when Vergil stands up and you both just stare at each other. It is like a scene cut straight from a romantic movie. Dante has never seen his brother look so…totally in love. And you are mirroring the exact same expression.

Jackpot!

The video starts to shake and he hears Nico quietly cursing up a storm. The screen is a blur for a moment before it just totally cuts off. Dante is still for a while as he takes in everything that just happened. He honestly did not expect Vergil to be bitten by the love bug. A genuine smile curls on his lips as he thinks that maybe you are exactly what his brother needs to finally let go of the past and start living. But he cannot be the helpful little brother that he is without at least meeting you first. The genuine smile turns mischievous as Dante texts Nico about happened after the video ended and where exactly is this secret garden in the city...

(A Week Later...Reader’s POV)

The late afternoon sun beats down as you wipe the sweat from your brow. You examine the rambling roses you are currently pruning, checking to see if you missed anything before standing up and stretching your legs. Sweet basil, it’s hot, you thought, taking off your gardening hat and fanning your face as you pocket your pruning shears. You think about Vergil and how he always seems to keep cool while wearing a long blue coat in the summer.

The power of Sparda must also include internal air conditioning. You giggle at your own quip as you put the gardening hat back on your head and decide to take a break. As you walk through the multitude of flowers you search for any sign of the Son of Sparda among the flora. He has not called to inform you that he is stopping by today, but that does not necessarily mean he will not show up unannounced…annoyingly startling you before buttering you up with an offering of beautiful blooms.

Vergil has been regularly visiting you in your garden now. Sometimes both of you read and drink tea under the fruit trees, other times you have to work and just let him read in peace while frolicking about your garden. Every now and then he insists on looming close behind you, claiming that he wants to observe how you arrange bouquets and care for the flowers. There are a few times that you somehow rope him into helping since he is so inclined to learn and you must admit…seeing a tall and imposing man handle tiny flowers carefully is so endearing, making you fall even harder for the handsome devil.

You step through the backdoor and walk into your kitchen, heading straight for the fridge and swiftly open the door. When the cold air hits your face you sigh and just stand there for a moment to cool off as you reach for a bottle of water. You close the fridge and head to your office to check the status of a shipment on your computer while you guzzle down half of the bottle. The flowers for Nero and Kyrie’s wedding are well in supply, but you ordered some extra ribbon, wires, needles, and other miscellaneous supplies. It is a little stressful that you only have so much time to pull this off, but that only pushes you to do your utmost best to give them the best flowers they have ever seen. All seems to be order, you mentally note, finishing off your water bottle as you tab out of the website.

Time to get back to work! You go back out to the garden, grab the garden hose, and turn on the outdoor faucet. You adjust the nozzle on the hose to spray into a mist and set off to water some flowers. “Alright, my darlings!” you say cheerfully as you step up to the first section of flowers. “Who’s thirsty?” You happily spray their petals with glistening droplets as you hum softly. One of the many reasons why you enjoy gardening so much is just how tranquil it can be, your mind slipping into a peaceful state as all your worries just drift away and you feel like a flower basking in the warm sunlight.

Although, you do find yourself ceaselessly daydreaming about a certain white-haired gentleman while gardening lately. You cannot get the feel of his slicked back locks out of your thoughts, yearning to do more than just pluck petals from his hair. You wonder if the bergamot scent is from a cologne he is wearing or the constant cups of his favorite tea. And the expression on his face after you picked the stray petals from his hair…cheeks slightly blushing as his gleaming silver eyes stare straight into your soul. The very memory of it has you shivering in delight as you turn around to water the next section of flowers.

“Holy hollyhock!”

The sudden appearance of a man in a long red jacket standing in your garden has you jumping back in surprise. Your foot steps on the garden hose, making you lose your balance and start to tip over. Thankfully, the stranger has quick reflexes and quickly leans forward to catch your fall. “Whoa! Easy there!” he exclaims as he sets you upright, doing his best to avoid the misty spray of the hose still clutched in your hand. That is when you notice his distinct white hair swaying in front of his blue eyes. And his face…if it was not for the slight fuzz of a beard or the care-free expression, he would be the spitting image of Vergil. Which can only mean…

“You must be Dante.”

“What gave it away?” he asks, dramatically holding his hands out to the side as he nods his head in confirmation.

“You wouldn’t be a Son of Sparda if you didn’t scare your local gardener to death!”

Dante tilts head at your answer and smirks as he examines you from head to toe. “I dig the overalls,” he comments as he gestures to your attire. You look down at your green gardening overalls, the phrase "I like big buds and I cannot lie" imprinted on the front surrounded by large colorful flower buds.

“Thanks!” you laugh, turning off the garden hose. “I’m Y/N! I don’t recall Vergil saying that he was going to finally introduce me to you.”

“So, he’s told you about me? Did he mention that I am the better-looking twin?” he jests as he takes a step back and strikes a charmingly rugged pose.

“Uh, he mentioned that you are a demon hunter, a foolish buffoon, and…whoa!” Your eyebrows shoot up as you closely examine his coat. “Your jacket does look really expensive!”

Dante rolls his eyes as he relaxes from his over-the-top stance. “He just can’t let that go, huh?” He shakes his head and lightly chuckles.

“So…what brings you to my garden?” you inquire kindly, not letting his surprise visit distract you from being hospitable. Dante did not mention his brother being present here with him, so you hope that Vergil does not mind you being friendly and helping his brother out if he needs it.

“The girls keep telling me I need something to brighten up the shop,” he explains as he scratches the back of his head. “So, I figured some flowers from my brother’s friendly neighbor florist might do the trick.”

You smile sweetly. “Okay! Do you have any kind of flowers in mind?”

“Well, my mother’s favorite flowers were-”

“Burgundy roses!”

Dante quirks an eyebrow. “Did you just read my mind?”

A giggle escapes your lips as you shake your head. “Vergil told me that his mother had a modest garden herself, and that she grew those roses a lot. Don’t worry,” you affirm as your hand sets down the garden hose. A big confident smile spreads across your face as you twirl in excitement, pausing to strike your own cute pose. “I got you covered!”

He nods his head in approval. “Right on.”

You make small talk with Dante as you lead him to the rose section of your garden, asking if by “the girls” he means the other two demon hunters that work with him. He confirms your guess and grumbles about how unfair it is that you know so much the crew while he knows next to nothing about you. That is quickly remedied though as he bombards you with the oddest series of questions…most of them involving strawberries and pizza. When you tell him that you used to work at the local pizzeria and bakery in your home town he enthusiastically asks if you made the pizzas. You laugh at his boyish glee and inform him that you sometimes helped with the pizzas, but you mostly baked the pastries and desserts.

“Here we are!” You point to a bush full of the dark reddish-purple roses as you step through the various buds and blooms. “Roses of unconscious beauty!” Dante studies the rose bush as you approach it, lean in, and inhale their lovely fragrance. You breathe out in delight and start looking for the best blooms for a bouquet. “Aren’t they lovely?” You look over your shoulder and see that Dante is barely paying attention. His blue green eyes gaze distantly at the rose bush, reminding you a little of Vergil’s silver blue eyes when he recedes into his head. You wait a moment before deciding to coax him out of pensive stupor.

“Flower for your thoughts?”

Dante blinks and shakes his head. “Sorry about that. I was just…remembering something.” He walks over and stands next you, a small grin appears on his face as he peers down at you. “These would look nice on my desk. I’ll take ‘em.”

“Alright!” You reach into your pocket, taking out the pruning shears still stored in there and begin snipping some select roses, carefully removing the thorns before sticking them in another pocket until you can properly tie them together.

Dante quietly watches you for a few moments before he crosses his arms and leisurely leans back. “So…you and my brother.”

You snip a third rose as you glance over at him. “Me and your brother…?” you repeat, hoping he will expand upon the conversation he started. Dante just continues to gaze at you inquisitively. Your brow furrows in puzzlement as you wonder what he is trying to imply…until it suddenly hits you.

No way. He can’t be…

“Are you…Dad-terogating me?”

“Am I what now?”

“You know…that thing fathers do when daughters bring home their boyfriends.” Your voice drops as you do your best impersonation a stern father figure. “What are your intentions little girl?”

“Oh man,” Dante snickers. “And what if I am?” he counters with a puckish smirk.

“Well, Mr. Sparda,” you begin with a cheeky grin, turning to him while you clutch a thornless burgundy rose close to your chest. “I only have the best intentions towards your brother, Vergil. They include smiles, laughter, and a healthy dose of poetry with dash of tea…Oh!” You dip your hand into the front pocket of your overalls. “And lots of flower showers!” Your grin turns cheerful as you toss pink hydrangea petals high into the air.

Dante stares at you closely for a moment, totally unfazed by the petals scattering around him before he chuckles softly. “Well now…how can I argue with that? My party pooper of a brother needs it.”

You giggle and go back to snipping more roses. A fourth one is freed and you begin to remove the thorns from the stem. “It’s sweet of you to look out for him, you know,” you point out with a genuine smile. “You’re a good brother, Dante.”

He smiles back and is about to respond when an awful hellish screech fills the air. Your head snaps over to the direction it is coming from, but you already know what those sounds mean. Dante casually looks over as well, but he does not look as concerned as you. His face reminds you more of the neighborhood kids when the ice cream truck drives by. “Looks like our flower pickin’ is gonna have to wait,” he surmises as he struts briskly towards the commotion.

You pocket the pruning shears and the rose in your hand as you hurriedly follow behind him. The screeching is now really loud and as you step into to a clearing you see the familiar forms of demons just beyond the gates of your garden. Even though you live in a city known for its constant hellish attacks, the sight of their malformed bodies never fails to freeze your blood. The closest one, resembling a large corrupted bat, flies over the gate and hovers near one of your apple trees. It shrieks as its throat starts to glow red. Anger floods through your body when you register what it intends to do to your lovely fruit trees.

“Oh, no you DON’T!” you shout as you run by the gardening tools still laying out, grabbing the garden hoe as you pass by and rush towards the bat-like creature. It swivels around just as you draw your makeshift weapon back and swing up at it with all your strength. The hoe connects and a pained squeal rings out as the demon is knocked back a little bit away from the apple tree. You let out a shuddering breath, quickly realizing that perhaps smacking a demon with a gardening tool was not the best idea.

Multiple gunshots startle you out of your internal dread as they streak up at the bat-like demon. It shakes violently before it drops to the ground and disintegrates. You turn around and see Dante holstering two guns behind his back before giving you a round of applause. “Not bad! Very inventive use of…” his hands pause as he inspects your tool curiously.

“It’s a hoe,” you bluntly inform him.

“Really?” Dante puts his hands on his hips as he circles around you, shielding you from the oncoming demons notice. “Well then…you really know how to handle a hoe!”

You snort and check your tool for any signs of it being broken or bent. “You know what they say…a dirty hoe is a happy hoe!” you joke, flashing him the disgusting bloody residue on the tip. Dante hunches over as a hearty laugh burst from his lips. You feel a sense of accomplishment at making such a clever gardening pun, but it is short lived as a series of terrible growls and roars remind you of the current danger. “Umm,” you mutter softly, “as much as I would like to give more demons a good hoeing…”

Dante reigns in his boisterous laughter and nods. “Yeah...get yourself to safety.” He runs and skillfully jumps over the gate. Before he goes to deal with the demons, he looks over his shoulder at you. “Even though I’m not a hoe I can still get rid of these nasty weeds,” he quips with a wink.

You laugh and shake your head at his own gardening pun before retreating back to your house, sighing in relief as your backdoor comes into view. When you are a few feet away from safety, a low rumbling growl reaches your ears, making you stop in your tracks. You still have your garden hoe, so you hold it up in defense as you scan your surroundings for any immediate threat. It is quiet for a moment…then a series obscure red streaks zoom around you. Your eyes try to track whatever is circling you, but you cannot see what is stalking you like prey.

Your body is quaking now as you turn around to glance behind you. A lizard-like demon with a vicious red blade protruding from one of its scaly arms is leaping through the air straight at you. Your instincts kick in and you raise your gardening tool up in defense, even though you feel certain that it will not enough to block that sharp blade. A series of tumultuous emotions sling around your mind, but one strongly overtakes you as the image of Vergil pops into your head…regret.

I didn’t even get to tell him that-

Before you are able to close your eyes and brace yourself for the deadly impact, a sudden blur of blue spheres pop up and knock back your scaly assailant. A familiar form clad in a blue coat suddenly appears next to the demon and proceeds to hit it with a series of slashes. When he finishes his ruthless onslaught, he turns his back on the demon and dramatically sheaths his sword. Just as the hilt of the sword slams into the case, the demon convulses in pain one last time before collapsing on the ground.

The regret you felt earlier fades away as your devilish rescuer turns towards you. The usual scowl on his face is now even more severe as he scrutinizes your appearance. He may be fuming with rage, but you do not mind, nor do you care. “Vergil!” you cry, trying to thank him for saving your life, but you feel so overwhelmed that no words come out. All you can do is smile gratefully as your eyes well up with tears, so happy that you get to see the man you feel so deeply for again after all.

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RP Journal: 08/03/2020

The hunt… was not as clean as I would’ve wanted, but we got the job done. My shoulder still hurts like the blazes, but at least it’s not infected. I underestimated how difficult this hunt would be and I wasn’t as prepared for it as I should have been. I don’t know where my head was at. Too much of the nonsense in Ul’dah, I suppose. Too many distractions.

[ Courtesy Cut for Length -- Are these ever short?! ]

I should’ve been out in the Azim Steppe days ago, reconnoitering, getting to know the temperament of the environment. The Steppe is a nearly flat expanse with some low scrub brush and rocky outcroppings. There’s almost no windbreak and it changes constantly. I’d set up my shots only for a sudden gust of wind to sweep them off target. It was aggravating. What should have been a number of easy shots for me ended up with me looking like a rank amateur in front of Lorrendor. Of course, he didn’t do much better; I think the wind gusts got to him as much as I.

Still, the beast was dead by the end of it and only I took any injury, which I was grateful for. The last thing I would’ve wanted was for Lor to get injured on a hunt I drafted him for. He fretted though. And he did that thing I hate. Gods. What is it with men that want to treat me like I’m made of glass? That I’m some delicate thing that they have to protect and save?

I know Lor has a checkered past with the people he cares about. I know he lost someone he loved. Gods only know I have too. I know it’s what drives him to be so overprotective. I know that, but it still irritates me. It’s the same nonsense that got Tristane killed. I don’t want someone else dying over me or for me. Fight with me and beside me, treat me as an equal. If I mess up and get myself injured, call me out on it so we can fix it for next time. Treat me like I’m your partner, not just some defenseless tag-along.

Once the bounty was collected, we went back to Kugane and Lor continued to fret, saying he failed me, and that it should’ve been him that got injured. I’m not going to lie, it rankled. It got under my skin worse than Edgard. Time and again, I see the flashfires of memory, Tristane throwing himself at the Alpha in order to keep me out of it. Going against the entire plan that we made, trying to ensure that I wouldn’t get hurt. I suppose it’s supposed to be endearing, it’s supposed to mean that they care /so very much/ -- but by every god in the Twelve I hate it.

The hunt wasn’t a failure, but it wasn’t a shining moment either. Lorrendor was being overprotective and… and… I don’t even know. /Emotional/ about it. The last thing I wanted was Edgard to show up, but /surprise/ he did. He’s staying at the Bokairo like the rest of us, so I suppose we were bound to run into him a time or two. But ye gods, couldn’t he have had better timing? It seemed the Fates were against me on all sides today.

Edgard was Edgard, although, also not Edgard. He didn’t tease me as much about the hunt as I expected, despite the fact that he overheard I’d missed four shots. I told him I wasn’t in the mood for his antics. He listened, somewhat.

Then he asked me out to dinner.

Supposedly to make up for the terrible offer of drinks he’d made in Ul’dah, then subsequently abandoned me in order to deal with his brother. Considering Edgard didn’t know anyone in Kugane but me, I thought it was a low-risk proposition of having a repeat occurrence. I agreed, then went to clean up and change. It wasn’t the soak in the hot springs I’d longed for since the hunt ended, but I found I was starving, so the offer of food wouldn’t go unappreciated.

We adjourned from the Bokairo once I was presentable and went to the Shiokaze. I adore their steamed dumplings, and Edgard said I could have anything I wanted. And that he was paying. And, thankfully, /not/ calling it a date. All of which would’ve been fine, if Kotokaze behind the bar hadn’t been encouraging him. Gods, I swear everyone wants to encourage him. Why does no one say, Edgard, you are a cad and a lascivious fiend, you leave that girl alone at once!

Once you get him away from an audience and a peanut gallery, though, Edgard becomes a vastly different person. It only solidifies my thought that the debonair, devil-may-care ladies’ man is just a smoke screen so that no one gets close enough to get to know the real Edgard. So no one gets close enough to hurt him. So no one gets close enough for him to care for.

Just like Lorrendor’s loss affects how he acts, so, too, does Edgard’s. Except Edgard uses his as a reason to push people away, to keep them at bay so they never quite reach his heart. He doesn’t want to be hurt again, like Lorrendor, so he just tries not to have anyone to care about. And yet, he still does. He’s admitted as much in his own way.

I think that’s why I indulge his verbal games of parry-and-riposte with me, because it’s the closest he allows himself to any sort of real friendship. Every once in a while, though, I see a crack in the facade, a moment of vulnerability when the real Edgard peeks through. Or moments like on the Airship Landing before I left for Kugane again. I don’t know if he’ll ever be that real and genuine with me again, but it’s nice to know that version of him is in there, somewhere. It makes the insufferable version of him easier to bear!

Still, dinner was nice. Lorrendor eventually showed up, which I hadn’t expected in the least. Given the conversation I’d had with him the night prior, how much he disapproved of Edgard and his attitudes, I never thought I’d see the two of them sharing a drink. Yet, here they were.

I’ll likely regret them ever getting on friendly terms, Oschon only knows Edgard never needs to hear about Lorrendor joking about taking flirtation lessons from him. Even if Lor said it in jest, Edgard would never let either of us live it down. The two of them seemed to get along well enough, though, mostly through teasing and picking on me. (Again, adding to my regret at this bread-breaking.) I say that mostly in jest, though. I’m glad they can be friends, given their colorful history thus far, as I understand it. I still laughed and it would have made for a nice nightcap to the evening.

Until Edgard left. It was like the sun had disappeared behind the clouds, because the mood in the room changed that drastically. Lorrendor took me to task for the jokes I’d made about him marrying Edgard. I knew it was a sensitive subject for him, I would never make the joke about a woman, but I figured a man -- Edgard of all of them -- would have been safe enough territory. It wasn’t and that was a poor error on my part. I told him I wouldn’t joke about it again. Gods, I won’t joke about relationships at all, if it gets me admonished like a little girl. I apologized, though, it was thoughtless of me.

Perhaps it was the wine, I’ve never had much of a head for it, but I felt tired. Bone-achingly, mind-numbingly tired. Lorrendor hugged me at some point again going on about how he’d “nearly lost me.” I suffered some claws, it wasn’t as if the thing had torn a chunk out of me with its teeth! Either I was going to stab it to death or Lorrendor was going to shoot it. I had faith enough in that to not have my life flash before my eyes. Menphina’s Light, after losing Tristane to the Bandersnatch Alpha, I wasn’t about to let myself get eaten by the Bara Alpha!

I just felt numb and like I’d just done everything wrong today. Nothing had gone at all like I planned, my shoulder hurt unbearably now from where Lor had leaned into it for his hug. I just wanted to sleep, get this day over with, and try for a better day tomorrow.

I thought about going for a soak in the hot springs before I slept, but I’d either fall asleep in the water and drown -- or I’d find Edgard there in naught but his birthday suit. Neither option appealed to me, so I opted for bed.

Oschon’s Weary Soles, let tomorrow be a better day.

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La Hija--Chapter 3

30 YEARS AGO: MEXICO CITY, MEXICO

Lupe’s life had been a complicated one. She was born to a wealthy family, one that rubbed elbows with the world’s most notable wealthy. Her father Paulo Flores had created his empire out of hard work, or that’s what he would tell the many interviewers that flocked to him. The truth was that though the casino and resort business in Mexico was a booming one, the life of a crime lord was even more booming.

This is why the fifteen-year-old was here, hidden behind large packages of drugs in the barracks of La Familia’s house. After Alacran had spoken to her father to notify him of his group’s return, Lupe followed the young man down to the basement as quietly as she could. Her goal was to find El Chino, as she did every time Alacran's group went out, to check if his recklessness had done him in. Her concern was unfound as the tall teenager was fine and cheery as he polished his gun. Lupe’s eyes still look him over for sign of injuries but just as she’s finishing she jumps from the sound of the boy’s voice.

“Are you done?”

Lupe stands to her full height behind the packages, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

El Chino looks at her with a blank stare, “I’m sure you believe that.”

Lupe’s cheeks darken with a blush and she turns around with a huff. El Chino watches as the younger teenager walks in the direction of the entrance before rolling his eyes and calling out to her.

“I’m sorry for downplaying your concern, Princessa Guadalupe.”

Lupe stops mid-step. El Chino watches with a grin as she shakes with anger then flips him the bird and leaves. The eighteen-year-old boy laughs at her antics and shakes his head, still polishing his freshly used gun. The boy's expression turns love-stuck as he remembers the girl's face when he first saw her.

“Eres una niña traviesa, Princessa Lupe.”

------------------------------------------------ 18 YEARS AGO: SAN ANTONIO, UNITED STATES

Macario ‘El Chino’ Valdes had never thought he would fall in love, let alone get married or have children. Yet here he was sitting next to his tired wife of five years cradling a bundle of white and yellow blankets in his arms. He looks up to his wife and thanks her push to keep trying for a child after he had lost faith. He looks back down to the small baby and smiles with tears in his eyes.

“I’m going to have you so spoilt, mija,” he whispers to his baby, “I’m sure your tios and tias will do the same too.”

The baby does not stir as El Chino continues to coo to her. Lupe slowly opens her eyes and catches her assassin cuddling their daughter. A peaceful and humor-filled smile forms on her lips as he starts telling his story of meeting Alacran and being enlisted for his training. The heiress stays quietly watching until her husband tells the child about his run-in with the mafia lord, Paulo. It all seemed plausible until he described her father standing tall at the end of La Familia’s barracks with a thick Cuban cigar dangling from his fingertips.

“My papá never smoked cigars or cigarettes,” the woman mumbles half-asleep.

El Chino glances over at his wife and smiles, “He did in my mind at the time.”

The woman guffaws, her husband had always been dramatic. Her father was always the fit type that always works out, there is no possible way he would smoke like one of those tv show crime lords did. El Chino simply gins at his wife, content where this dangerous life had led him. Unbenosted to the new parents, Juliana had opened her eyes and was currently staring at the curious fit man and boney woman that are standing over her with appreciative eyes.

---------------------------------------- 12 YEARS AGO: MEXICO CITY, MEXICO

Alacran has been friends with El Chino for many years, almost twenty, and in all those years he had seen him angry countless times. He had seen him kill men almost three times his age and three times his size. He has seen him tear into anyone who had crossed him, and with this experience, he hopes his comradeship spares him from the mafia boss’ anger.

“Juliana,” the man shout-whispers, “Juli?”

Alacran sighs and stands up again from crouching under the barn’s table. As he huffs from standing up, he is no longer the spry twenty-five-year-old Sicario he once stared as, his eyes catch a blur of teal run out of the stable’s exit. The man quickly dashes off and follows the blur. As he reaches the open space near the stables, he sees a little girl with long hair run to the barn carrying something in her little hands.

“Damn it, Juliana,” he shouts, “You’re going to get hurt!”

The man runs to the barn and throws open the doors as he reaches it. He freezes in place stares with wide eyes at the scene in front of him.

Juliana, his six-year-old goddaughter, stood across from him in front of the makeshift shooting targets he and Chino would use every morning. The girl points at the targets and from the movement of her little shoulder, pretends she is shooting the weapon. It's an adorable yet terrifying sight, so Alacran tries his best to walk slowly up to the girl. Juliana’s eyes narrow as she hears the crunch of boots on dry hay.

Mi tio.

“What are you up to niña?”

Juliana looks up and sees her godfather looking down at her with frightened but patient eyes. Juliana looks away, scared at what would happen now that she was caught playing with her godfather’s gun. Alacran sighs and puts his hands over the girls head.

“If you wanted one, I could have gotten you one, tiny,” he mumbles.

Juliana looks up with shock, “For real?”

Alacran nods and carefully takes the gun out of the girl’s hand, “Sí, but only if you promise not to touch the real ones.”

Juliana looks down with a little blush on her chubby cheeks, “Sí tio.”

Alacran smirks as he puts his gun securely into its holder. As he looks up he catches the look in the little girl’s eyes as she turns to stare at the targets.

It’s determined.

It’s wild.

It’s fearless.

It the same look Chino would get whenever Paulo gave him a job to do.

Alacran chuckles, “I’ll teach you too.”

The little girl gasps and turns back around, “For real?”

“But no touching the real thing,” the man repeats with a wave of his finger.

The little girl nods eagerly with a smile, “Okay.”

The middle-aged mand shakes his head and breathes out:

“Traviesa.”

--------------------------------------- 6 YEARS AGO: MEXICO CITY, MEXICO

“I swear if something happened to her—”

“If something happened to her, I’ll kill them all myself and then I’ll take myself out!”

El Chino fumes back at Lupe, both concerned over their twelve-year-old daughter. The woman glares at her husband, not enjoying this ‘I-told-you-so’ moment one bit. Alacran along with Amie Perez had convinced El Chino that Juliana was ready to take to the streets. After six years of hidden training under the Sicario, Alacran could see the potential that Julian was. It was easy to convince Perez after having the young heiress run circles around the men she was training.

They had gotten together and sat down with El Chino and La Mujer to talk about the girl. After an hour of scolding for teaching the pre-teen all about the world of crime, El Chino’s interest was peaked and he wished to see his daughter in action. After witnessing his little girl run through the obstacle course with two fully stocked pistols and an AK-47 strapped to her nimble body, he reluctantly agreed to let the girl go on one trip with his drug trafficking squad.

That’s how they ended up in a screaming match in La Familia’s dining room—AKA La Familia’s meeting room. The two hot-headed parents stay glaring at each other then turn to glare at Alacran and Perez. This dance occurred many times in the span of two hours they had not heard from their daughter or the group leader.

“I’m not kidding Chino,” Lupe growls, “If my baby girl ends up hurt or—”

The woman’s sentence is cut off as the two heavy doors leading up to the room slam open and the subject of the whole room’s concern enters. Twelve-year-old Juliana enters dressed in full police uniform, a name of an officer attached to the name tag reads ‘Montilla’ and shines just as brightly as the badge above it. Over each arm is a duffle bag, so full that their forms are extended to the point of ripping at the seams.

“Holla,” Juliana greets with a wave, “Sorry, I got lost.”

The room remains quiet as the girl throws off the two duffle bags she has over her shoulder and onto the table. Juliana, in one quick motion, opens up one bag to reveal thousands of U.S. dollars bundled up inside. The other is treated the same way but this one contains the packages of drugs that were meant to be delivered. The young teen looks up and sees the room full of criminals staring at her with wide eyes and unhinged jaws. With a roll of her eyes, she begins to recount the event that happened earlier.

“The deal went bad, so they started a shoot-out,” she explains as she leans over to take Hernandez’s undrunk soda, “So when they weren’t looking, I ducked over and took both bags and ran. Somebody called the cops and a whole bunch of them showed up. I’m guessing the guys that made it out ended up in handcuffs.

“I honestly don’t know because I ran far enough to be caught by this stupid beat cop around the mall of El Este. He had me held up until he searched me and found all the stuff. Anyway, before he could call me in, I kicked his ass and knocked him out. I kind of had to dress up as him ‘cuz I stole his patrol car to get here, it’s outside so you’re going to have to do something about that papá.”

The girl then shoots them a dimpled smile before walking out of the dining room with a small but noticeable limp. The room remains quiet until Alacran starts laughing with both shock and amazement. The other leaders in the room share looks of concern while glancing over at their leader. El Chino just continues to stare at the door, his eyes unseeing. Finally, through his booming voice, Alacran speaks.

“I told you not to worry about that troublemaker!”

------------------------------------- 4 YEARS AGO: HUNTSVILLE, TEXAS

The sun glows down El Chino’s back as he stares out to the land that makes up his ranch. The horse under him digs his hoofs into the ground, impatient at remaining in one place for so long. The mafia lord looks to his right and catches his only child staring out to the property as well. The man blinks before turning back forward. He finally sighs and beings to speak after two hours of riding through the Texas wood.

“The day before I married your mother and a few months before your grandfather died, he took me on a ride like this one today.”

Juliana looks over to her father with confusion, “Papá?”

“He told me about his struggles to become the man that we was. He told me about his time in prison. He told me how he gained a dealer’s trust and then slowly another ten. He told me how they started working out of a small house and ended up in a warehouse outside of Piedras Negras. He told me about putting his life at risk to give everything he could to his wife and then to your mother. He told me about his near-death experiences, his successful deals, the rise of his casino business and expansion into resorts. He told me everything he thought I needed to know as his daughter’s husband.”

El Chino stops and looks at his daughter. Juliana stares at him with confusion.

The father sighs, “I’ve seen you grow up like a weed between two slabs of concrete, wild and free. I’ve seen you take down cartels with bullet wounds all over your body. I’ve seen you give orders and run operations like you were born to do it. You have defeated leaders and helped gown others. And to top it all off you have tackled Flores Co. with just that amount of intellect and determination. I want you to start taking over.”

“What,” Juliana gasps, “But I’m just a kid!”

Chino laughs, “That’s what your mother and I would say to your tio, but you know what? You’re not just a kid. You’re my kid.”

Juliana furrows her brows and stays silent, so Chino continues.

“You are my kid. My child. My daughter. Mi hija. You are wild. You are determined. You are intelligent. You are all of me and all of your mother, but you are also you,” Chino speaks with the seriousness of a man passing the torch to his child, “I believe in you. Your mother does too. That is all you need. You will surpass all that I have accomplished and will make a name for yourself. You will be your own person and fill the world with that narrative.

“But, how? I mean I’m a kid, and yeah you both believe in me,” Juliana half-yells, “What about everyone else? How do I get the mafia on my side? How do I get all those know-it-all men in suits to allow me to lead a multimillion dollar company? I’m fourteen!”

“You were born for this,” El Chino says with assurance, “You walk into a room and all eyes are on you. You command the space that you enter and demand submission. You outrun everyone and then some. You were born to shine in these circumstances just as I was born to do it too. I have faith in you because you are just like me.”

Juliana stares at her father, “Just like you?”

“You are me,” El Chino smiles, “But also your mother. And also, yourself. Which is why I have faith in you. I won’t give it all to you just yet, you’re barely turning fifteen in the summer, but I will give you parts until I see that you’re ready. I will never give you something I know you can't handle.”

Juliana looks down at her hands clutching her saddle. Her mind races of worse case scenarios until a thought commands her attention.

I will never give you something I know you can't handle.

Juliana looks up and catches her father’s hazel eyes. Between them, a whole lifetime of conversations passes through their connected stare. Finally, Juliana nods.

“Sí papá,” she says with a scared but decided voice, “I’ll take over.”

The man smiles as tears form in his eyes, “I knew you would, mi traviesa.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19186732/chapters/45739531

#amar a muerte #juliantina #valentina carvajal #juliana valdes #fanfic

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bpd-seishi · 5 years

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Oh worm? Neko au? Tea?

FDSJFJFLJSDFJLK THE WAY THIS QUESTION IS WORDED GOODNESS I’M NOT SURE WHETHER TO LAUGH OR CRY–

djsfklasdfn anyway, um. i probably should’ve answered this closer to when i posted that thing that mentioned the neko au but afdlkjsadfkl better late than never, right? :’)

okay so. this’ll probably be disappointing to a lot of u but not everyone in this au is a kitty, some of them are just normal people who have to take care of these neko losers sahflasjdk RIP. i should mention that my versions of nekos have kitty claws (but not paws), cat ears and tails (as is the standard), and a lot of catlike behaviors. so they’re still mostly human, but sometimes i talk about them acting super catlike and i don’t wanna confuse anyone adsfkl ;w;

so! without further ado! the kitties are: seishi, akira, nico, saiji, narumi, marin, kasumi, and i’m thinking i’m gonna have neko kazuomi too :0 just for fun, i’m gonna throw some stuff about their personalities here:

seishi white ears and tail. i kinda made fun of him in my tags but he actually is a sweet lil kitty,, he just had bad caretakers before landing in ayumu’s care :’) he used to be terrified of baths because they consisted of just a hose and really cold water, but now he’s more tolerant of them because ayumu actually sets it up nice and puts him in warm water, go figure. he still doesn’t like them cuz he hates getting wet, though. he also doesn’t like getting his claws clipped and cries every time it happens lsdjflk ;w; it’s like this every goddamn time RIP he tends to chew/lick things when he’s nervous (which is often. poor little ptsd kitty :’0). his favorite target is ayumu’s hair. he likes to crawl into his lap, wrapping his skinny, gangly arms around him, and just. really go to town on his hair aljdfjlkasd he has kind of a lisp that he’s embarrassed of and i love him honestly he’s just an oversized lap cat. all he wants to do is be in ayumu’s lap and vibrate purr really loudly, disrupting whatever ayumu was doing :’3 he also likes to bring him dead animals as presents, which disturb the hell out of ayumu asdlkjflaksd RIP ;w;

akira grey ears and tail. the kinda kitty who rubs against people who are allergic to him, and yes i know that’s just a body language thing but akira does it on purpose alkjdsflskdf. 100% knocks glasses off tables just for fun. really wants mikoto to be his caretaker cuz he thinks she’ll be mean to him because she’s fun to harass, and he constantly jumps on her stuff/lap to get her attention. gets a thrill out of being yelled at/told no really he just wants some attention his old caretakers never played with him and kinda neglected him :’(he also scratches at her door at 4:30 in the morning (because let’s be honest he just didn’t sleep asjlkfdsf) for her to make him breakfast,, even though he’s damn well capable of making it himself. mikoto buys ear plugs to tune him out but she still has the scratches on the door to prove that akira was there, being a little monster the kind of cat who thinks every goddamn can u open is for him. it is not. he also eats plants and then demands mikoto rubs his tummy because now it hurts and it’s definitely not a trap nope he’s never had a bath in his life. he smells terrible and i hate him asjflksadjf ;w;

nico white ears and tail. a sweet, if somewhat fussy kitty (like seishi tbh. that’s what they both are. sweet but a lil fussy :’3). one of those weird cats that actually likes water. she would stick her head under the faucet if it fit ;w; she even likes swimming, which is weird for cats/nekos in general. she likes maiko a lot (of course) and brings her animals to express her affection. the catch is that unlike most cats, she brings living animals to her jladhflksadjf. she doesn’t like killing them but maiko isn’t,, really sure what to do with them oh geez– she usually just sets them free but don’t tell nico okaytends to be a bit fickle about touch. she doesn’t like strangers petting her but with certain people (mostly maiko lksfdjlkdsf) she’ll silently demand affection via glaring at them across the room alfklsdj ;w; likes those cutesy collars tbh but gets mad when people treat it in a gross way (and rightfully so too!! leave her alone weirdos!! >:T). also definitely appreciates grooming more than the boys above, but she has trouble with nail clipping cuz it makes her nervous. what if the person doing it clips them too much? :’0 A) that would hurt and B) she needs them for territory battles with saiji lkasdjfklasdf okay that last one’s a joke but still

saiji white ears and tail. in speak of the devil! actually saiji’s a pretty calm kitty, not particularly putting up a fuss…..unless kasumi’s around. those two can (and will!) battle it out jlasdflkdsjaf RIP. mostly though he’s pretty chill, even with nico (they’re really just mutually amicable rivals tbh). doesn’t like water but puts up with baths cuz he hates smelling bad unlike certain other kittens i could namealso likes maiko, and also brings her animals as a gesture of Love and Appreciation asjdfhlkasdf. his, however, are in fact dead, and he even goes to the trouble of putting them in nice, neat coffin-like boxes. boy really goes all out dfkjlsadjf. unfortunately, maiko also doesn’t know what to do with these, lmao she usually throws the dead bodies out but she’ll keep the box if it’s really nice looking. once again, don’t tell saiji :’)LOVES being groomed. being brushed, having his nails clipped, all that jazz. like i said before, the one thing he’s not super crazy about are baths but eh, he’ll get over it, he doesn’t like being Stinky (unlike akira alsdflks poor mikoto) doesn’t like it when people give him catnip, because he’s not a fan of embarrassing himself. which inevitably happens when a kitty is on catnip :’3

narumi brown ears and tail. energetic kitten who loves being played with! seriously. she has way too much energy. help. most likely to jump on the table while ur doing homework and sending ur papers scattering (unless ur names mikoto, in which case akira’s more likely to harass u). neutral on baths, but has a general distaste for getting wet. like akira, is also the kind of cat who assumes every time u open the fridge ur getting them a treat whICH NO IT’S NOT FOR U DAMMIT. smarter than him in that she will not eat leaves, but she does chew on plants for fun sometimes. she loves making mischief (though not as much as kasumi does. but, we’ll get to her later :’3) has no interest in having a caretaker outside of her family but could probably use someone setting rules for her while she’s at school. and trust me, people try to, and usually she’ll listen if she’s told “hey, don’t do that”. more than anything though she needs a goddamn playmate aksdflajsdfkl :’) loves the laser pointer more than anything. all nekos have enough human brain to understand that u can’t actually catch the dot, but still feel compelled to anyway. narumi doesn’t care that she can’t ever get it, she just loves the thrill of the chase >:3c

marin goldish white ears and tail. sleepy kitty. kinda kitty who finds a sun patch, lays down immediately, and passes the heck out. also very affectionate: will rub up against u and “groom” ur hair (read: lick and preen, like i mentioned seishi doing earlier) even if she doesn’t know u all that well. another weird kitty that doesn’t mind getting wet all that much, she even likes it. she actually does stick her head under the faucet on occasion just cuz it just be like that sometimes, y’know? gets even sleepier on catnip, somehow. no one thought it was possible. most cats get more energetic/stimulated on it, not her. she just gets cuddly and more tired aldsfjlkasd this actually happens to my cat on the nip sometimes slkdfsd trust me i know what i’m talking aboutpretty independent kitty, but not opposed to cuddles or a lap to sleep on. she’s all about that nap life, son her favorite toy is a mouse given to her by a coworker at the station. it has a nice little bell that jingles and she likes to hold it when she sleeps. when she’s feeling playful though she’ll bat it around a bit owo

kasumi black ears and tail. ratty ol’ alley cat who hisses at everyone who so much looks at her funny. infamous for nyooming through the dorm halls at three in the morning and for staring at empty spaces and telling everyone that she sees a ghost there (to be fair, half the time, she isn’t actually lying). bites people because she likes it. knocks things off tables and gets into spats with saiji just cuz ljasdfjlkasd. pretty much any terrible cat behavior u can think of, she does. she only really cares about misuzu, and often tries to get her attention by scratching up her skirt or door…..which often get her in trouble. absolutely hates baths. she’s no longer allowed to have catnip. no one can control her when she’s on it. they can barely control her when she’s not on it lajdsflkdsa :’) uses her claws more than any of the other kitties, and thus absolutely despises having her nails cut. we’re talking full on tantrum here, folks. the only person she lets do it is misuzu, and she still whines the whole time RIP ;w; also drops off dead animals for the one she loves (misuzu of course). it’s extra significant for cuz she has to deal with the ghosts of the animals she kills :’0

kazuomi orangey brown ears and tail. most brash of all the kitties, naturally. not particularly energetic, though, at least not as much narumi. however, when he does feel playful, he jump high as hell, which is both impressive and terrifying. he loves toys he can pounce on. however, he hates the red dot, because he knows he can’t get it, yet he’s still compelled to after it anyway. it always wins and it makes him >:( hates baths, but he’ll put up with them because he gets so sweaty sometimes and he doesn’t like feeling gross. that doesn’t mean he doesn’t whine and complain the whole time, though laksfdjklsadf he doesn’t need or want a caretaker. however,, he’s not opposed to someone who’ll scratch behind his ears from time to time when he has that Itch :’) don’t touch his belly. more than any of the other cats he hates it when people poke/tickle/rub there jalksdfjklsd. he doesn’t understand why people feel compelled to, anyway. after all, his belly isn’t the part of him that is Kitty anyway, so stop trying to get access!! while we’re on the subject, though, don’t touch his ears and tail without permission either >:/ (though that goes for all kitties, really)

#drrb #seishi yodogawa #akira tsuchiya #nico himuro #saiji rokudou #narumi osone #marin mizuta #kasumi izumo #kazuomi samejima #seishi answers #au: the obligatory neko one #nsadlfjdslkf #this was a lot of fun to talk about i love these dumb kitties ;w;

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parkerrogersgirl · 6 years

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Making Memories- Chapter 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,523

Warnings: language, tension

A/N: Hey, y’all! This was a request from @mrs-meghan-winchester , I hope you like it! Reposting this on this account because it was initially posted on the wrong account and I hate myself.

Summary: Bucky wants to see 21st century New York, but he’s too anxious to do it alone. He enlists your help, but it pains you more and more every time you hang out with him, you fall more and more in love with him. Will a drastic measure convince him to give you a chance at love with him?

A few days later, you’re sitting on your bed reading a new book when you hear a knock on the door.

“Yeah, come in,” you say without looking up.

Natasha bursts in, standing at the end of your bed with a hand on her hip. “Soooo I hear you been walkin’ around the city with Barnes. Has he kissed you yet?”

You close your book, looking up at her, “nope. But he did say the word “date” the other day, and I pointed it out to him and he pretty much ran. Nat, he doesn’t want me.”

She sits in front of your, her eyes boring into yours, “listen here. Of course he wants you. He’s just scared. You need to do something dramatic.”

“Nat, I’ve known him for a few years now, and I’ve been in love with him the whole time. If he felt the same way, he would’ve said something by now.” “I SWEAR, (Y/N). THIS MAN WAS BORN IN 1917. He has feelings, and I’m sure he doesn’t know what to do with them. I have heard him saying your name at night when I walk by his room to get a snack or something. All of us know he wants you, he just doesn’t know how to tell you. You have to tell him. We can all feel the sexual tension between the two of you. Hell, I could cut it with one of my knives.” She sends a text and smirks at you, “give it a sec.”

“Wait, what do you mean ‘we’? Do you talk about me and Bucky with the rest of the team?!” You yell angrily.

“There is no ‘you and Bucky,’ hun. Not yet, at least.”

You hear a knock on your door and Steve comes in. “You ladies rang?”

“GODDAMNIT NATA-”

“Language, (Y/N),” the super soldier chastises you.

“Alright, Steve. Tell her what you told me. About Bucky.”

“He’s obsessed with you. He is legitimately head over heels in love with you. He just doesn’t think you feel the same way.”

“OF COURSE I FU-”

“If you curse I swear I will ruin your life in the gym tomorrow.”

“I WAS GOING TO SAY FUDGING, ROGERS?”

“Yeah I’m sure you were.”

“Of course I FUDGING feel the same way, Steve. I have since I met him. But I have never been led to believe that he likes me back.”

“Well, here’s what we gotta do. His birthday is in a couple weeks. You are going to throw him a 1940s birthday party. And you’re gonna make him wear his Howling Commandos uniform.”

“Why?” “Because, doll, no one has ever done anything like that for him. I know he’s in love with you and sure, I’ve spent a bunch of birthdays with him, but we were always too poor to do anything fun. So do this for him and I promise you, you will get the guy.”

“But, Steve, what if it doesn’t work?”

He looks at you seriously, “it will. I have known him for years. He doesn’t catch subtle hints. He needs huge signs. I only know this because I’m the exact same way. If you don’t tell him in a dramatic way, he’s not gonna get it. That’s why I’m telling you that the birthday party will be a big deal. Especially if you get him to wear the uniform.”

“I mean I guess I could do that…”

Nat finally chimes in, “we’ll all help you. But it has to seem like it was your idea.”

“Okay…. I guess it’s worth it. I just… I love him.”

“We know, hun. But he doesn’t know that. So you’re gonna have to do something big in order to get his attention. And if that’s what it takes, then so be it.”

You sigh and stand up off your bed, “well.. Thanks, I guess. I’m gonna go get ready cuz I’m walking around with him again today.”

“You need to think long and hard about how you want this to go. If you want a relationship with him, don’t let him walk all over you. He needs to realize how special you are, and it’s not fair that he gets to treat you like his girlfriend with none of the perks,” Natasha tells you.

“I know. I just need to not let him get all touchy feely. He’s super affectionate, but it’s not fair. Last week, it seemed like he was going to kiss me, and then he didn’t. He just… stared at me.”

Steve opens his mouth to speak and then they’re a knock on the door. Natasha starts laughing loudly, and you and Steve join in, catching in on her point.

Bucky opens the door and looks at the three of you, “what, did I miss the party invitation?”

“No, I was reading and then these two assholes ruined it.”

Steve glares at you, “we’re going to get a swear jar for you.”

“Yeah, whatever, STEVEN.” Bucky looks at you awkwardly, “ummm are you ready to go?”

You stand up, putting on your running shoes, “yup, let’s head out.”

Steve and Natasha leave your room, and Nat gives you a concerned look before she goes. You nod in understanding, knowing that she’s just looking out for you.

You walk out of the tower with James, looking at the ground while you walk, “so I was thinking we could just go to the Empire State Building today and hit up World Trade Center next time? WTC takes all day, and it’s quite a walk.”

He shrugs, glancing over at you, “sounds good to me. Hell, we could make WTC a workout. It’s what, 5 miles from the tower?”

“It’s like 6 miles or so.”

“Yeah, so we can just make it a workout. And then doing the museum in between can just be a cool down.”

You nod and continue walking, and he wraps his arm around your shoulders. You feel butterflies in your stomach, and you feel flushed. This was what you wanted, but this wasn’t how you wanted it to happen. You try to breathe through the awkward but it becomes too much, so you duck out from under his arm and keep walking. You notice he slows down a little, and he looks a little like a wounded puppy. You shake your head and he catches up with you, keeping his hands in his pocket.

You hadn’t realized how quickly you’d been walking, and within an hour, you’ve made it to the Empire State Building. You decide to just go up to the main deck, since it’s almost $60 to go all the way up. You each pay for your own ticket, mostly because you refused to let Bucky pay for you again.

You get in line for the elevator, and this time it’s your turn to be the anxious ones. You’d never been good in crowds, especially when it was such a small space. Bucky was fine in crowds, he just wasn’t great when there were a lot of people in his way, like how it was at the ice rink. You feel your breathing catch as you file into the elevator, backing into the corner. Bucky stands in front of you, noticing that something is wrong.

“What’s up, doll?” He says, looking down at you.

You shake your head, “I can’t do crowds in small spaces.” He hugs you to him, and you immediately shake your head, “James, that is really, really not helpful. I need air.”

“Oh, sorry,” he says, and you notice he flushes when you call him by his first name. He turns around and steps forward a little, giving you more room to breathe.

You reach the main deck and when the elevator doors open, you make a beeline for outside. You open the main doors and instantly relax when the wind hits your face. The crowd files out and you go pick a spot to stand, closing your eyes and breathing in the fresh air. Well, it’s New York. The air isn’t really fresh, but you get the point.

Bucky comes up next to you, looking over at you, “everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s all good now.”

You look around, taking in the gorgeous view of the city. In one direction, you could see Avengers Tower. In the opposite part of the city, you could see World Trade Center One. It was an overcast day, but it made it that much more mesmerizing. You could see everything, especially because the sun wasn’t casting a light and causing a glare on everything.

You walked around and looked straight down, and you could see the Macy’s near Times Square. You always forgot just how massive it really was.

You head back down to the ground level, the speed of the elevator trip making your head spin. You and Bucky stop at a deli and get sandwiches, eating in silence. Neither of you talks during your walk back, and he doesn’t say a word until he drops you off at your room.

“Thanks for the tour, doll. I had fun making memories with you.”

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just-jordie-things · 7 years

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My Holiday Boyfriend [pt. 2] - Richie Tozier

word count: 12k (i’m so fuckin sorry it’s this long...) warnings: swearing, angst, a christmas fic past christmas cuz i’m a piece of shit a/n: here it is :) y’all been antsy asf for this. tags are at the bottom

The drive was long to get to your hometown. Richie had packed the night before and crashed at your place so that the two of you could wake up early and get on the road. It’d been four house so far, and Richie had been sleeping in the passenger seat until about ten minutes ago. Now you were quizzing him on the plan.

“My mother’s name?” You questioned.

“y/m/n” He replied.

“Father’s?”

“y/d/n”

“Good, I think this is going to go smoothly” You said, but he still noticed the way your hands were tight on the steering wheel, and eyes were all over the place. Richie frowned, adjusting his glasses then bending over in his seat to rummage through his backpack. “What’re you doing?” You asked anxiously.

“You’re nervous, I’ve got something to fix that” He told you.

“If you hand me a cigarette I will throw it out the window” You warned, but he just chuckled. Finally finding what he was looking for. You glanced over, seeing as he produced a small cassette tape, and popped it into the car’s console.

“I haven’t smoked in two days, just so that I wouldn’t smell like it because of your family. If that’s not true friendship I don’t know what is” He said, and you rolled your eyes. But you didn’t argue, because you were silently thankful he’d decided to quit for the week. One, because if your family smelled it on him, they’d absolutely wreck him. And two, because it really was bad for you, and you were didn’t want him getting lung cancer or anything of the sort.

“You made me a mixtape?” You asked, glancing over at him momentarily as Richie turned up the stereo. A song began to play that you’d never heard before. But you liked how it sounded and how it made the car fill with a feeling you couldn’t quite describe. “What is this?” You hollered over the blasting song Richie had put in.

“A band called The Cure-”

“No, this… this feeling?” You asked, RIchie raised his brows over at you, but your eyes were focused on the road.

“Pretty sure that’s happiness, doll” He said with a laugh. You didn’t say anything, just dove yourself into the lyrics of the new song.

The entire cassette played two hours of music that you really liked. You didn’t usually listen to this genre… but you could easily blame that on the household you were raised in. When the tape had finished you switched it back to the radio, and rode silently for a while.

Your thoughts were reclusive with different wild daydreams. Mostly of the plan that you and Richie had schemed. You shot a glance over to the boy in the passenger seat, who was half asleep. His hood up over his head and his feet on the dash. His head was against the window as he tiredly watched the passing scenery. There weren’t many other cars on the road, only a few here and there. The sun was beginning to set, creating a sapphire sky.

“I like when it snows, you know?” Richie broke the silence. “As much as I love the summer and the heat… I like watching it snow. It’s worth the cold” You smiled softly, eyes flicking up from the road to the gentle snowfall.

“Me too Rich” You responded quietly, and yawned afterwards.

“You want me to drive for a bit? You’ve been at it all day” He offered. You smiled over at him but shook your head.

“That’s alright, I was gonna swing through a drive-thru at the next one I saw, any preferences?”

“I like everything” He replied. You nodded again, and leaned back in your seat a little bit.

“Thanks for the tape by the way” Richie glanced over at you, watching as you focused on driving. He smiled, more to himself than anything else.

“No problem. Just doing my civil duty” He said with a chuckle, making you laugh quietly as well.

“If I ever listened to something like that in the house my parents would’ve thrown me out, and set my player on fire” You told him. “They never liked any kind of rock, or punk. It was always jazz or classical under their roof” He watched you intently, never having known what it was like to have parents who gave a shit. “I didn’t mind classical I guess” You added in more of a mumble, like you were talking to yourself now. “I liked playing piano too… but I wouldn’t have started if they didn’t force me to take lessons. God I’d spend hours on that bench with cramped knuckles while trying not to cry-” You snapped your mouth shut quickly, realizing you’d said too much. “Sorry, I rambled on there”

“No don’t be sorry” Richie sat up, and put his feet back down on the floor. “You didn’t tell me anything about your family that wasn’t the basics. I’ve never heard about you childhood”

“I haven’t heard about yours either” You pointed out with a quick side glance.

“That’s cause there’s nothin’ to share” He said, face void of expression. It was quiet for a few minutes, the vulnerability creating a thick tension in the car.

“Well I can’t tell you many fond memories” You eventually caved. “My older sister was always better at everything, and I could never fill the space she left when she went off to medical school” You sighed. “I don’t know why she always took mom and dad’s side on everything. Not like they treated her too much better than me” You shrugged your shoulders. Richie didn’t divert his gaze from you for one second, completely focused on everything you were saying. “Guess I went all the way to Maine for college to get away” You shrugged again, and was silent for some time.

“I wish I’d known you earlier” He said in a soft voice you’d never heard from him before. You looked over at him for a few longing moments, seeing his serious expression. You smiled sadly at him, and you didn’t need to say anything for him to know you agreed. “Who knows, maybe we would’ve been dating for years rather months” He told you with a big stupid grin that made you laugh at him.

“Who knows?” You replied with a small chuckle.

Who knows.

When you finally took a break you and Richie switched, so you could rest and Richie could drive. You ate up french fries and to-go burgers and after eating you slowly fell to sleep in the passenger’s seat.

Richie didn’t mind driving, especially since you were growing restless and sleepy. Now you were almost completely knocked out. Body curled up in the seat with your arms around your legs, holding your knees to your chest. Your head against the window. He looked over to you every few minutes, checking on you, and just looking.

He thought about what you’d told him, knowing that you felt like you weren’t good enough. Silently, he told you that you were more than worthy enough to bless someone just by being in their lives. And he didn’t believe much in blessings.

Not two hours later, he was reaching out to shake your shoulder gently.

“y/n” He spoke quietly, hoping not to disturb your sleep anymore than needed. You stirred but didn’t say or do anything else. “y/n wake up, we’re in your neighborhood”

“Fuck” You cursed softly, and Richie chuckled as you sat up properly, your hair a little messy and your eyes droopy from sleepiness. You directed him to your house and put on the shoes you’d kicked off earlier. Finally you pointed at the house you’d grown up in, eyes growing wider as worry bubbled inside you.

“Hey” Richie said softly as he parked in the drive. You looked over at him, not even bothering to hide the obvious fear that your expression held. It would have been pointless. “It’s going to be fine, you’re going to be fine” He told you, turning off the car and unbuckling his seatbelt to face you. “I promise”

“How can you promise that? You’ve never met them…” You whispered. Richie gave you a slight casual shrug.

“Because I’ll take care of it” He spoke gently. “And if shit hits the fan, I’ll still stay here with you for every miserable second” You smiled shakily and reached over the console to hug him. You and Richie weren’t usually all that touchy, but if you were faking a relationship anyways a hug couldn’t hurt. Richie squeezed his arms around you before letting go. “You ready doll?” You nodded, faking a big smile.

“Let’s go, boyfriend” You taunted, before getting out of the car. “Open up the trunk, we can bring our luggage up and go right to bed” Richie did as commanded, then got out to help you carry your suitcases. Just one for each of you, but also a backpack of more personal things that weren’t clothes. Richie held out his hand to you, and you looked up at him before taking it, intertwining your fingers and letting out a deep breath.

“Ready for this girlfriend?” He asked with a small snicker, and you nodded, the both of you walking up to the front door.

“As ready as I’ll ever be” You breathed out, before ringing the doorbell.

This is it, you thought. This is the make or break moment.

Richie squeezed your hand, and you shared one last glance before the door swung open.

“y/n!” Your father spoke enthusiastically, but his eyes just as quickly landed on the boy next to you. And holding your hand. “Who might this be?” He asked, already going into overprotective-father mode.

“Dad, this is-”

“Richard Tozier sir” Richie introduced himself, holding his free hand out to your father. The man looked at you questioningly before shaking your ‘boyfriend’s’ hand. “But everyone calls me Richie”

“Richie” Your dad repeated.

“Remember I told you and mom about him? And you said I should bring him for you to meet?” You spoke, trying to get your heart to stop beating so fast in your chest. He knows it’s fake he knows it’s fake he knows it’s fake-

“Ah, I see. I guess I thought you were lying about that but… it seems not” Your father said. You bit on the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from saying something snarky in return. Luckily you kept yourself composed. “Well, your mother’s upstairs in bed, it’s late so we can catch up in the morning. Why don’t you come inside and settle in?”

“Sounds great” You said quickly, stepping inside and pulling Richie in with you.

“Your sister’s room is all made up for her, but yours was turned into a guest room” Your dad told you. Richie noticed your hand tense in his.

“That’s alright. Richie can have it and I’ll make up the couch-”

“Nonsense it’s a queen sized bed you’ll both be fine” Your dad said. He wandered off into the kitchen, probably for his glass of water that he’d brought to bed with him for as long as you could remember. “Just keep it safe” He called. You turned to Richie with a wince on your features.

“I’m sorry” You whispered. “I can make up a bed on the floor and you can sleep on the mattress-”

“I don’t mind, it’s fine y/n” Richie chuckled. “It’s just a bed. I’ve spent the night drunk in your dorm, remember?” You smiled awkwardly and nodded. “It’ll be fine” he assured you.

“Okay, let’s go then” You breathed, and pulled him along with you up the stairs, and down the hall to your room. Richie admired the photos on the wall though he was tugged quickly along by you.

“You have a nice house y/n” He told you, and you let go of his hand to open the door of the room you’d be staying in.

“I don’t live here anymore” Is all you replied with, and the both of you went in. You flicked on the lights and dropped your bag by the door.

Your lips parted at what you saw.

Your once beautifully painted (by you) room had been covered with grey wallpaper. Nothing of your own remained. Not your bed, your desk, your dresser, your bookcase, not a thing. No pictures on the wall, no trinkets left behind when you moved out. It was like you’d been erased from the house.

“y/n?” Richie set his things down and shut the door. “Hey, what is it?�� You were silent for a moment, then shook your head and blinked hard to get the tears in your eyes to go away.

“Nothing, it’s nothing don’t worry about it” You said, and pulled back the blankets on the bed to busy yourself.

“You know, if we’re going to make this relationship work, you’re going to have to learn to trust me and confide in me” Richie said, ruffling a hand in your hair playfully. You chuckled quietly and shook your head, getting into one side of the bed.

“I do trust you. I’m fine, really” You told him sincerely, and Richie let it slide, going into his suitcase for something comfortable to change into.

“You don’t want to sleep in pajamas?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“Mm no, I’m already in bed it’s too late to get me out. Bathroom’s right across the hall if you want to change” You told him. RIchie thanked you and left to do so.

You had nearly fallen asleep in the few minutes it took him to change and come back. As soon as he saw you he turned off the lights so you could rest easier. He walked as silently as he could over to you.

“G’night Richie” You mumbled into your pillow as he sunk into the mattress. He laid facing you as you were about to fall asleep.

“Goodnight doll” He replied with a smile before closing his eyes.

You woke up first, and found that you’d rolled closer to Richie overnight, and that your legs had tangled together under the covers. Your face flushed a hot red as you swiftly removed yourself and got out of bed, hoping that this wouldn’t wake him up.

“n/n? You up?” The boy stirred and yawned, using a nickname for you that he hadn’t used before.

“Yeah, sorry I didn’t mean to wake you” You said, but he propped himself up in a sitting position and shook his head dismissively.

“It’s good I was waking up anyways” He told you. You awkwardly stood there and nodded.

“So I was gonna change and go downstairs to see my mom and uh.. Just talk I guess if you’re interested in-”

“I’d be honored to meet your parents officially” He grinned sleepily and you smiled back nervously. Richie got out of bed and stretched, his shirt riding up a little and your curious eyes wandered to the exposed skin momentarily before snapping back up to his face.

“Alright then!” You said too cheerily, before grabbing your clothes and making your escape for the bathroom.

Once behind the closed door you let out a long breath, shaking your head at your reflection in the mirror. “Good luck y/n” You muttered to yourself before stripping out of yesterday’s clothes to put on fresh ones. A simple deep red sweater tucked loosely into a black skirt that stopped a little above your knees. You brushed your hair lazily before leaving the bathroom and walking back into the bedroom. Richie had just pulled his tee shirt on, jumping slightly as you walked in unannounced.

“Jesus babe give a guy a warning” He chuckled, throwing a grey and black patterned flannel over the white tee. Black jeans on his legs and his usual converse on his feet.

“Sorry, I didn’t think to knock” You apologized instantly, and shut the door behind you. Richie shook his head dismissively, packing away the clothes he’d worn last night to bed. “You good?” You asked him, a simple double check that the plan was still on, that he was still okay with it.

“Course I am doll” Richie grinned, slinging an arm around your shoulders as the both of you headed out of the room and down the steps. “I’m with my best girl for the holidays, why wouldn’t I be?” You chuckled as you descended the steps together, your hand reaching up to hold onto the wrist that he’d hung over your shoulder.

“I’m so glad I get to spend Christmas with you” You gushed romantically, fluttering your eyelashes up towards him. Richie smiled, his eyes catching your father in the living room.

“I’m glad I get to spend it with you as well, love” He told you, dropping a feather light kiss on the top of your head. Your cheeks flushed pink automatically, and your father locked eyes on the both of you.

“Good morning y/n. Richie” He nodded to either of you before picking up the newspaper next to him and skimming through the pages.

“Where’s mom? I was hoping to catch up with her, and introduce her to Richie” Your arm wound behind his waist as you spoke, and you made sure your father didn’t miss the action.

“In the kitchen. Preparing breakfast” He said, already looking back down to whatever article was so interesting to him. You nodded and walked off without another word, Richie staying in step right next to you.

“Is she like him?” He whispered lowly so only you could hear. You looked up at him with a wince.

“Worse” You whispered back, just as you stepped into the kitchen area. “Mom!” Your expression changed completely into a large smile that Richie saw right through, but he played along as the woman at the stove turned to the both of you.

“Well, good morning dear” She said with her own fake smile. “Who might this gentleman be?”

“Mom, this is Richie, my boyfriend” The word sounded strange rolling off your tongue, but the lie came with ease.

“Hello ma’am, it’s nice to meet you” Richie said, pulling away from you to shake hands with your mother.

“The same, I’m sure” Your mother spoke inquisitively, like she already didn’t trust the polite boy shaking her hand. “Well, sit down you two you’re just in time for coffee and breakfast sandwiches” She released Richie’s hand and returned to the stove. He gave you a look,having realized there was no reunion between you and your mother, which he thought was strange seeing that you’ve been away for months, and you’d barely received a second glance from the woman.

“Sounds amazing” Richie forced out the words, taking your hand and pulling a chair out for you at the table. The both of you sitting next to each other with your hands intertwined on the tabletop.

“Too bad you missed a lot of amazing family meals” You said to him, though your eyes told him otherwise. You caught the way his shoulders shook but he kept his chuckle silent.

“I’m sure I did. I’m happy to have this one with you though” He told you, reaching his empty hand out to hold yours between both of his. Your face grew hot immediately, and you smiled sweetly at him. All this new contact was going to make your face an actual tomato.

“Yeah, me too” You said softly.

“Alright lovebirds eat up” Your mother broke off the moment as she slid two plates onto the table. “If you want coffee you better get it yourself” She told you.

“You want some? I’ll make it” You offered him, about to move but he tugged you back to your seat.

“No it’s fine, don’t leave” You giggled and shook your head at his play-clinginess.

“Mm’kay” You hummed, and began to eat your breakfast.

“So, how long has it been since you started dating?” Your mother questioned. You opened your mouth to speak but Richie beat you to it.

“It’ll be six months January eighth” He told her breezily. Shooting a smile your way as well. You smiled back at him as your mother nodded behind a cup of coffee.

“I wasn’t aware it was so…” The woman’s eyes wandered to your conjoined hands. “Serious” You shrugged nonchalantly, squeezing onto Richie’s hand for a moment.

“I knew it the moment I saw her” Richie continued.

“Oh? You’re a believer in love at first sight?” Your mother asked, almost disapprovingly.

“I wasn’t, no” He admitted. “I actually saw her in the library before classes started. She was uh… she was trying to reach a book on a shelf too high for her… shortie” You nudged his ribs gently as he chuckled to himself. “And well, I told my buddy next to me that I was going to go ask her out and he said ‘no way, not in a million years’ and at that point there was no going back” He shrugged. “I walked over, asked her what book she was getting- it was To Kill a Mockingbird, I remember- and I got it for her”

You were staring at him with the roundest doe eyes, wondering how he could come up with such a detailed, and quite frankly romantic, backstory. Even your mom was smiling at the things he was saying.

“Yeah well, after that I held it over her head so she still couldn’t reach and told her if she wanted it she’d have to go on a date with me” You and your mom chuckled.

It was like he was telling a true memory that you two shared, though it was as made up as Cinderella.

“And she agreed” Richie looked over at you, eyes staring into yours so intensely you felt butterflies unleash in your chest.

“Best first date of my life” You commented softly, and the two of you smiled at each other.

“Well wasn’t that just a sickeningly sweet story?” You jumped at the voice, hand letting go of Richie’s as you turned to see your sister, y/s/n, there in the doorway. You stiffened, and pulled your hand away from Richie’s. “Morning, y/n” She said, a smirk tugging on the end of her lip. “How are you dear?”

“I’m wonderful” You forced out. “And you?” She just hummed in a high pitched sound that told you she was doing much better than you, before she walked into the kitchen to hug your mother.

“I’ve missed you mama” She said, kissing the woman’s cheek and making her chuckle.

“I’ve missed you too my darling” She responded. Richie snatched your hand back into his. You looked over at him, and he barely shot you a glance before staring towards your mother and sister.

“It’s just lovely that you can be reunited” Richie said, his voice steady but his eyes sharp. He then turned to you, smiling warmly.

“You still want to go to that breakfast cafe you told me about on the way here? I wasn’t exactly satisfied”

Your mouth opened but it took a few moments for words to actually be formed.

“Yeah, pancakes sound amazing” You finally managed to say, and Richie grinned widely at you, pressing his lips against your cheek then tugging you up to stand, holding your hand all the way back upstairs to the privacy of your room. “Rich!” You hissed out quietly and smacked his chest with your now free hand. “You’re going to get me into trouble!” You scolded, pulling on your boots to distract yourself. Truth be told, you felt a rush seeing him so blankly put your mother in her place.

“What’s wrong with that love?” He winked, and you rolled your eyes as he grabbed both of your coats from the closet. “I figured we should go somewhere secluded to talk about all this” Richie told you, waving a hand between you both. You nodded slightly in agreement.

You never did come up with the terms and conditions of your false relationship.

You were sat next to each other at the breakfast bar of a small diner you’d grown up eating at. Most of the time it was just you, every once in awhile a friend of yours would join you. This usually wasn’t the case. But it was nice to share the calm coffee-smelling setting with Richie.

There was a steaming cup of coffee being held between your palms in hope of warming yourself up. Richie hadn’t ordered anything, just sat as you took slow slips of your drink.

“Well, I guess I’m sorry if I fucked everything up already” He said through a sigh. You shook your head softly.

“You didn’t. I promise” You replied sincerely. “And even if you had, at least we could go back to Maine quicker” Richie chuckled, taking your mug to have a sip.

“This is disgusting” He muttered, handing it back to you. “But anyways, just tell me the boundaries and I’d happily oblige”

“No we don’t have to do that, it won’t be natural and it’s got to look natural” Richie nodded in understanding.

“So I can do whatever I want?” He asked, a playful smirk pulling on his lips. You almost rolled your eyes, but ended up shrugging a shoulder.

“Honestly, nothing you do can surprise me at this point. Knock yourself out” You said, taking a long sip of your hot chocolate. Leaving Richie to have a very amused look on his face.

“Well that almost sounds like a challenge sweetheart” You winked.

“Happy Holidays Tozier”

After finishing your drink you buttoned up your coat and pulled your beanie over your head and headed out of the diner. Richie shoved his hands down into his coat pockets as you began to walk back to the house. It was a block away and pretty chilly, but not unmanageable.

“Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve” You sighed. “I hope it… I just hope it goes well” Richie smiled down at you, taking a hand out of his pocket to sling it over your shoulders, hand hanging loosely against your chest.

“It’ll go fine, pretty sure I promised you already that it’d all go fine” He said in a relaxed tone.

“I think I’m gonna need a Christmas miracle to pull that off”

“Babe, I am your Christmas miracle” Richie said, causing you to snort in laughter, your eyes full of delight as you began to hiccup in between your loud bursts of giggles. “What? Why are you laughing so much?” He asked, offended by the way you found amusement in his words.

“I’m just- confused- at how- you think- you’re a miracle” You managed to say in between hiccups. Richie unconsciously began to rub your back with the hand that had been around your shoulders.

“I’m hurt y/n. Hurt” You rolled your eyes, barely comprehending he was still rubbing circles on your back to soothe your hiccups. “You’re the only fake girlfriend I’ve ever given my whole heart of fake love to, and you just turn around and stab me in the back like that…. Yikes I don’t think I want to give you a present anymore…”

“No!” You yelped. “I’m sorry! I- take it back!” You hiccuped again.

“Too bad, you’ve already made the wound” He held a hand over his chest dramatically, and all you could do was laugh at his antics.

“You’re so weird Richie Tozier”

“You’re so amazing y/n l/n” He responded mockingly, earning a soft nudge of your elbow in his ribs. As well as a quiet ‘shut up’ as you looked down to hide your blush.

It was like the chemistry between you two didn’t even need to be faked. And it didn’t. But you didn’t really know that yet.

Back at the house, things were mostly died down. Luckily you hadn’t run into your mother, so you were peacefully reading on the couch, your legs thrown over Richie’s lap for show as he just sat there quietly with you. Every once in a while he’d do something to distract you, either to be annoying, or someone would pass through the room and it’d be cute.

“This is kind of fun” He hummed, and your eyes didn’t even flicker towards him, too invested in your book.

“Mm” Was all the response you gave him. Richie pouted, his lip sticking out as he wrapped his arms around your middle. A silent beg for more attention. And the funny part was you couldn’t even tell if this was a part of his act, or if this was just him being his usual clingy self. “What Rich?” You asked softly, still not looking towards him but scooting closer as he tugged on you.

“I need attention” He said blatantly, and you laughed quietly, finally giving him a short glance.

“Really? What’re you, six?”

“Uh, duh? Have you met me?” You laughed again, and upon hearing the footsteps of someone on the stairs, moved over fully to sit in his lap, leaning your head back against the front of his shoulder and continued reading again. Richie’s hold around your waist tightened, and he set his chin in your hair.

“Oh y/n you’re home” Your father spoke, but you didn’t say anything, pretending to be far too into your book. Even though now you were far to focused on Richie’s secure hold his arms encircled tightly around your stomach. “Will you be joining us for dinner? Your sister is coming. With her fiance too”

You stiffened, and Richie felt it instantly.

“Fiance?” You repeated, turning to look at your Dad. “Since when did she get proposed to?”

“Since… I’m not sure. Months ago I would assume. She didn’t tell you? In… perhaps it was September?” Your eyebrows scrunched together as you shook your head.

“No, she failed to mention that” You replied flatly.

“Well it’s lovely you’re meeting her husband-to-be around such a joyous season” Your father said, but your face remained blank and emotionless.

“Yeah. That’s great” You said. Richie’s arms loosened, his hand rubbing slightly on your hip as he stared at you. But your eyes were locked on your father. WHo didn’t even say another word before leaving the room.

You groaned quietly, sinking against Richie and setting your book aside on the cushion. His arms tightened again, not really caring that no one was there to see the display.

“Only her. Only she would get engaged and not tell me. Hell, even my father told me and- ahg!” You could have ripped your hair out you were so annoyed and fed up with the way the people in this household treated you.

“Hey, calm down a bit” Richie spoke softly. “You don’t want to be at that stupid wedding anyways”

“I don’t think I’ll get the chance”

“No one can make you go” He replied. “And don’t. I know you don’t want to be there, why go if you don’t care? Why go if no one else cares?” You sighed again, only slumping further down against him. Your body almost sliding right off couch. Richie chuckled, lifting you up to sit on his lap again. Your swiveled sideways, planting your butt between his leg and the arm rest, your legs tucked up over his, and head still lying on his shoulder.

“You’re right” You huffed out of annoyance.

“Well don’t sound so surprised dearest, I come up with the best decisions ever you know” You chuckled quietly, your eyes falling shut.

“Uh huh, of course you do babe” You replied, reaching up and pinching his cheek jokingly. Richie rolled his eyes.

“I’m serious. Remember that time I put Pop Tarts in the microwave and they turned out just like they would in the toaster?” You let out a long breath.

“I was so disappointed in you that day” You said quietly, and Richie laughed. His fingers running up and down your arm. You found yourself leaning further against him. “For a fake boyfriend you’re good to cuddle with” You whispered as quietly as you could, making Richie smile big, though you couldn’t see. He pressed a feather light kiss to the crown of your head before cradling the back of your head in his palm, keeping your resting against him

“That’s nice of you to say” He murmured, and you didn’t respond. Richie looked down at you, resting still and peacefully on top of him. “y/n?” He called quietly, but again there was no response. “y/n/n?”

“Mmph?” Richie chuckled, realizing you were falling asleep.

“Hey don’t go to sleep, we’re having dinner soon” He said, but you didn’t seem to care as you nuzzled right back against him again. “y/n/n I just said-”

“Fuck off” You muttered sleepily, a hand grabbing a fistful of his shirt to keep yourself in place against him. Richie couldn’t help his quiet laughter as you snuggled in, already dozing off. “Just let me sleep through the dinner, I don’t care about it anyways”

“y/n/n….” Richie sighed. He could tell your family was rough, but he didn’t want you to give up on them. Especially not around Christmas. But as he glanced down to your nearly asleep form, relaxed, eyelashes casting shadows over your pink-from-the-cold cheeks, lips parted and chest rising and falling softly against his, he couldn’t even find it in himself to say otherwise. “Alright doll” He murmured, running his fingers through your hair. “Goodnight”

It was the middle of the day.

You woke up again but not on the couch. You were in bed, the lights off and the shades down to keep the room dark. Your arms were wrapped around something warm and soft and you buried your face deeper against the pleasant feeling.

“Rich” You hummed delightly, thinking that it was him you were clinging to.

“Yes dear?” Richie’s voice replied from the other side of the room. Your eyes fluttered open and you sat up, seeing him sitting on the floor, a comic book in his lap and a can of chips next to him. Looking back at the bed, you realized you were cuddling onto a pillow.

Awkward.

“What’re you doing on the floor?” You asked, yawning at the end of your sentence. “And what time is it?”

“A little past nine o’clock and you were comfortable when we came up so I stayed down here so you’d sleep” He responded, popping a chip into his mouth. You nodded, laying back on the bed and pulling the pillow against your chest.

You felt silly having thought it was Richie.

“You alright?” Richie asked after you were quiet for a long period of time.

“Yeah” Your voice whispered, eyes squinting towards the ceiling. Small glowing green stars were stuck up there, and while it seemed it was another life that a little girl had jumped on her bed to put them there, it felt like a distant memory. A girl who loved space but was afraid of the dark. A girl who wanted adventure but feared the future to come. That girl hadn’t changed through all the years it’s been.

You sat up suddenly, looking down at Richie who still sat in his place on the floor by the end of the bed.

“Richie” You whispered, though he was already looking at you with concern. Your face held an expression he’d never seen before, and couldn’t quite place. And Richie Tozier prided himself in his ways of reading people like an open book. Which you always had been. “Will you come up here with me” Your voice shook in it’s hushed murmurs. He nodded, brows furrowed as he climbed up next to you, leaving his snack and comic behind. You laid back under the blanket again, eyes rounded almost while you watched him settle in next to you.

“It’s alright” He finally spoke, sliding his glasses off and folding them to sit on the bedside table. He didn’t say anything else, just laid down and got himself situated. Then opened up an arm, a silent offer for you to cuddle up against him. Your eyes stayed on his as you anxiously shuffled closer, until your chest was pressed to his. Richie smiled softly at you, his arm wrapping over you to rub your back gently. You relaxed, breaking off your gaze and pressing your face into his warm shirt

“Thank you” You murmured, eyelashes beginning to flutter shut with the overwhelming sleepiness.

“If you wanted me in bed babe you could’ve just asked” He mumbled, lips brushing over your forehead as he spoke. You chuckled quietly against him, shaking your head.

“You’re something else Richie Tozier” You whispered, breathing slowing down as he noticed.

“Mm I try”

“No, you’re something else to me” Your voice softened greatly and your hands blindly pressed into his chest, pillowing your cheek. “I dunno what it is yet… but there’s something…. Different”

“What’s different?” Richie’s heart thundered so hard he was sure that you could hear it, much less feel it against your damn face that was right there. But if you did, you didn’t mention it to him.

“I dunno…” You yawned, on the edge of falling asleep. “But it’s good…. So far I think”

And like that, you were out like a lightswitch. Leaving Richie to wonder if he’d made his feelings for you too obvious. That maybe he’d put too many cards on the table. Maybe you’d figured out he wasn’t acting in this ‘relationship’ anymore.

Perhaps, he thought, you’d figured out he loved you.

The next morning he woke up alone. And it made him sadder than he would’ve thought, but tiredly sat up to get ready for the day anyways. The distant sound of the shower running echoed into the room, and he figured that’s where you were.

All throughout his morning routine (which was just changing into jeans and a sweatshirt) the memory of last night played in his mind. Holding you felt so nice, but you wanting him to hold you was even nicer. A goofy grin was permanently imprinted onto his face.

When there were quick knocks on the bedroom door, Richie figured it was you. He was unpleasantly surprised to see your sister on the other side of the door.

“y/s/n?” He questioned, brows creasing as he was instantly skeptical by her presence.

“Richie, right?” She asked, a sickeningly sweet smile on her lips. Must run in the fuckin’ family, Richie thought.

“Yeah” He stated blankly. Waiting for her to tell him whatever it was she came to the room for. He bent slightly, eyebrows raised as he shook his head. “Well…?”

“Oh, sorry, your glasses just make your eyes so large it’s… almost hard to look away”

Richie felt sick.

“Yeah. Called coke bottle lenses. I’m fucking blind like that” Richie said in a bored tone. y/s/n giggled almost flirtatiously. He just wanted to slam the door in her face. “Anyways, I was hoping to find my sister. Where is she?” She stepped closer as if to peek into the room, and Richie practically flinched at how close she was to him.

“Ahem” A voice cough from behind them. y/s/n spun around to see you standing there, a towel around your body and on your head. Your eyes set in a pointed glare at your sister. “y/s/n” Her name came off your tongue like venom. You looked up to Richie, your expression brightening as you broke into a grin. Even reaching up to press your lips to his cheek. “Richie” You greeted much more sweetly.

“Hey, babe” Richie’s eyes followed your body as you moved into the bedroom, ignoring y/s/n as she tried to trail after you. “Let’s wait till she has some clothes on” He said with a smirk, and promptly shut the door.

“Ugh, sorry about her” You said, rifling through your suitcase for something nice to wear. It was Christmas Eve after all.

“It’s fine. And take your time finding at outfit doll” You turned your head towards him, giving him a look. But Richie just smirked, putting his hands up in innocence. “What? Can’t a guy admire his girlfriend’s nice bod?” As much as you wanted to smack him, you just pursed your lips and chuckled.

“Would you at least do this doll a favor and spin around so I can get changed?”

“Fine fine. But don’t blame me when I take a peek” He said, turning to face the door while you changed into your outfit of the day.

“Take a peek Tozier, and it’s the last thing you’d ever see” You told him with a laugh.

“Well that’d be alright” He said honestly, but you just laughed, stepping into a maroon colored dress, and slipping your arms through it’s long sleeves.

“You are such a player Richard, I don’t know why I’m dating you” You joked.

“Because you’re madly in love with me and wouldn’t find this kind of happiness with anyone else” He cracked back, and you giggled again, trying to zip up the rest of your dress.

“Hey, do a girl a solid and come zip me up”

“With pleasure!” Richie grinned, finally turning around and coming over to you. There wasn’t even much space left to be zipped, but he did it anyways. “You must have little arms” You rolled your eyes, turning to him to smack at his chest playfully.

“Thank you” You said bittersweetly, and completed your look with a simple black scarf. “Did y/s/n tell you what she wanted from me? Cause last time she needed me it was to cover for her while she snuck off to some party senior year” Richie shook his head.

“No, I sorta shut the door on her. But in my defense, I thought you were gonna be naked”

“Richie” You scolded, but couldn’t help your laugh. He said the dumbest things but it always made you laugh. You took your hair out of it’s towel and dried it off quickly. Deciding to let it air dry rather using a dryer.

“Do we really have to leave this room?” He muttered as you headed towards the door.

“Yes, Richie. We already avoided everyone yesterday” You answered. “And it’s Christmas Eve, we can suck it up, right?”

“No” He pouted in response. You reached for the doorknob, but leaned up to whisper in his ear.

“Fake a smile and spend some time with us today, and I’ll let you grab my ass” Richie’s mouth dropped open.

“You mean it?” He asked with hopeful eyes. You laughed and nodded, pecking his cheek and heading out of the room.

“Have I ever let you down babe?” You called, and Richie followed after you.

The two of you sat at the breakfast table, making small talk with your bowls of cereal and cups of coffee. It was comfortable, easy. Probably because it was just the two of you.

“Well, just look at you cute lovebirds” Your sister came strolling in, making your smile drop just enough for Richie to notice.

“Mm it’s all him” You responded easily, playing with a few curls on Richie’s head.

“That’s where you’re wrong doll-”

“Alright alright before you start making out” Your sister rolled her eyes. “I wanted you to meet Henry!” And as if on cue, a man walked into the room. A sly sort of smile on his face.

“Hey” He stared at you as he walked over to your sister, wrapping his arm around her waist and tugging her against him. “I’m Henry” You nodded awkwardly, glancing at Richie then back at your sister and her fiance.

“Well I’m y/n, and this is my boyfriend Richie” You lied with ease, your hand slipping into his hand and just as easily intertwined your fingers together.

“Hm. Cute” Was all that the man replied with.

“So how long have you been together?” Richie asked, breaking the tension.

“Few months now” y/s/n shrugged.

“How many?” Richie inquired again. Both seemed to think about it for a few moments, like they really had no idea.

“Well Rich and I have been together for five months. Almost six!” You said happily, leaning your head against his shoulder. Richie grinned, putting his arm around you. “Best five-almost-six-months of my life” You cooed, looking up to Rich and fluttering your eyelashes.

He fucking swooned.

“Love of my life” He added when he found his voice, and pressed a soft kiss to your head, lips lingering there for a moment before squeezing your shoulders. Your cheeks flushed pink, and you couldn’t even speak.

“Cute” Your sister spoke boredly. “Anyways. The both of you are invited to the wedding” She said, and like that, she was pulling ‘Henry’ out of the room. You grinned up at Richie.

“That’s so sweet. Especially considering when we have our fake wedding, neither of them are coming”

“Oh so we’re getting married now are we?” He smirked back at you, and you gave him a big goofy smile.

“Well of course we are, go big or go home. I hope you want kids” You winked playfully, and patted his cheek before taking your bowl and mug to the sink.

“Only with you. We’d make some gorgeous babies” You giggled as he brought his dishes up with you as well, both of you cleaning them.

“Is that so?” You raised an inquisitive eyebrow, but Richie just nodded, pursing his lips.

“Oh yeah, with your body and dollface? Beautiful kiddos” You felt a hot blush on your cheeks. No one was around, no one could hear his commentary, this was just Richie and you. Not some relationship you were trying to put on display.

“Yeah? What about your freckles and curls?” You asked, booping his nose with a soapy finger. Richie chuckled but shook his head.

“Not a chance doll, the only thing they’d get from me is awful eyesight” He said, looking away from you. But you grinned, shaking your head.

“I don’t think so Tozier. I see a little girl with curly little ringlets and big ol’ coke bottle lenses on her slumpy little nose” You fantasized yours and Richie’s child as you dried out your bug with a rag. “And she’d have freckles scattered on her like stars. And the prettiest brown doe eyes” You got lost in your own thoughts after that, silently keeping them to yourself.

The girl would be a genius, like Richie. She’d be outgoing and funny and charismatic, but also sweet and gentle and kind to all of those around her.

“Don’t think too hard about me doll, I’m not exactly in a baby making place in my life right now” Richie joked after you’d been quiet for a few minutes. You shook your head, forgetting the fictitious daughter you’d made up in your mind.

You looked down to see the dishes done, and smiled up at Richie for a reason completely unknown to him.

“What?” He asked curiously as your grin only grew. “What? What’s that look?” You bit your lip and shook your head.

“You’re just fun, Tozier” You said simply, and walked out to the living room. Richie smiled to himself for a moment before following after you.

The day was simple, just decorating the house and the Christmas tree, which didn’t involve too much drama. You and Richie mostly stuck together, scattering tinsel here and here and hanging random baubles on the tree.

Currently Richie was on the roof outside, the beanie on his head being the only winter gear on him as he hung the multi colored lights up.

“Rich?” You called from where you stood in the driveway, teeth chattering and body quivering every few minutes. “Are you almost done? It doesn’t seem safe up there”

“I’m fine babe leave the work to the man!” He called back with a laugh that made you roll your eyes. You were certain that he’d get himself killed one day, and today may just be the day.

“Yeah well if you die on Christmas Eve I’m gonna be hella pissed!” Richie just laughed as he pinned the last end of the cord.

“Finished!” He yelled victoriously, holding his arms up in the air with delight.

“Okay that’s great just please come down” You begged, holding the end of the ladder steady so he could come back to ground level. Richie laughed some more, in fact the whole way down he was laughing his ass off.

“You care so damn much about me huh?” He asked, yanking his hat off and plopping it on your head, tugging it over your ears. “Your ears are all pink could you please not die of hypothermia?” You giggled as he fussed over you, the both of you taking the ladder back into the garage.

“I’m wearing a scarf” You informed him.

“Sure, for fashion. That’ll provide you no warmth whatsoever out in the wild” He retorted.

“So? This hat was the only thing you were wearing and now you don’t even have it” You pointed out. But Richie only shrugged.

“I care more about you than I do myself” He said simply. Like it was obvious. Like you were just supposed to know. You stood there in surprise, watching him walk back towards the house.

“W-wait… Rich wait!” You called, rushing after him. He paused at the door, turning for you to catch up. “What the hell? Were you serious?” You asked, eyes wide with curious and heart beating so hard in your chest you weren’t cold anymore.

“Yeah I was serious” Richie replied, offended that you’d second guess his word. Your mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to find the right words to say and not just the word vomit that you often backfired to.

But you didn’t get the chance to say a thing as the door opened, revealing your mother.

“Well? Are you two coming with us to look at the neighborhood lights? It’s going to be dark soon” She informed you, and you nodded your head quickly.

“Yeah, yeah we’ll be right there” You finally spoke, and the two of you went inside. “Rich-” Your voice was soft but he spoke before you could finish.

“y/n/n don’t freak out about it really it’s not that big of a deal” He told you quietly as you both grabbed your coats from the closet. You looked at him with your round eyes, staring at him intently, and Richie held your gaze in silence for a moment. The overwhelming urge to lean down and kiss you almost unbearable to handle, but he managed somehow.

“I’m not freaking out I just… no one’s ever said anything like that before I was just… just thrown off is all” You told him in a whisper while you slipped on your coat. Richie looked at you sadly, before gently kissing your forehead and putting on his own coat.

“You should be told that every day y/n” He told you. You stared at him for a moment again, before laughing nervously and hooking your arm around his. Blushing hard while pulling him out to the car.

“Something else, Tozier” You repeated yourself from last night. “That’s what you are” He chuckled, letting you into the back seat of your mother’s minivan. The both of you clambered to the back row, your sister and Henry sitting in the middle and your parents up front.

“I’ve never actually done this before” Richie said, and you looked at him with surprise.

“Really? Never?” Richie nodded.

“Thatsa what I done said” He told you in one of his voices, making you giggle.

“Well I hope you like it then” You told him.

The drive was quiet, besides the Christmas music that your parents were blasting. You were cozily sat draped in your coat and Richie’s arm that had sat casually around your shoulder, your bare fingers messing with his open gloved hand. Your sister was in front of you whispering things to Henry that would consistently make you gag but you tried your best to ignore it and just admire all the lights and decorations. While Richie was about to fall asleep right there against you.

“I like those ones” You said, tugging on Richie’s hand that you’d been tracing over. He set his chin on your head, looking out the window to wear you had pointed to. It was a simple set up, but it was still pretty.

“Mhm” He mumbled, gently tugging you closer against him. You melted right against him, smiling softly now through the fogged glass. A shiver ran down your spine, causing you to snuggle deeper against Richie.

Fucking shit, he nearly spoke his thoughts aloud, but somehow managed to keep his mouth shut. “Are you cold?” He asked instead, already tugging off his gloves to pull them over your hands. Just like earlier when he’d stuck his cap on your head. It was still there.

“Thanks” You murmured, giving him a small smile and revealing your blushing cheeks. Richie smiled back, holding eye contact with you for a few moments that only deepened your blush. Your tongue ran over your suddenly dry lips and you found your eyes flickering down to look at his own lips. You wondered if they were as plump and soft as they appeared.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked back up at him, staring with absolute curiosity through the thickness of your eyelashes. It was silent between you two, Richie’s eyes wider than usual behind his lenses. The arm he’d had around you loosening as his hand reached for your cheek. You leaned up just barely as his fingers brushed the bottom of your jaw.

But your sister spoke up before anything else could happen. “Mother could we go home for hot chocolate this year? I don’t really feel like the diner” You turned quickly away from Richie, flustered and face hot.

“No diner?” You questioned. “Why not? We go every year, it’s got the best coco in town” Your voice was quiet but pleading to stick to the tradition.

“Yeah but it’s always so cold” y/s/n whined. Your brows knit together.

“It’s winter y/s/n. What the hell did you expect?” You snapped, and she gasped like you’d offended her family name.

“Mother! Did you hear the disrespect?” Your sister complained. You groaned at her ridiculousness, about to say something else (along the lines of shut the fuck up) but your mother interjected.

“Now girls, I think we can handle a little change in the year. There’s coco at home that you can have y/n” She decided. “See? Compromise”

“That’s not compromise-!”

“Obey your mother y/n” Your father said sternly, making you instantly sit back in your seat and shut up.

“It’s alright love, I’ll make you my special hot chocolate” Richie told you with a big goofy grin that brightened your mood just a little.

“I didn’t know you had your own hot chocolate recipe” You mused, but he winked and nodded, his smile ever so present.

“Of course I do” You shrugged with a chuckle, happy by the offer and let him take your gloved hand.

The glove itself was about three times the size of your hand, leaving quite a bit of space in the end of the cotton fingers, but you didn’t mind one bit. And neither did Richie.

Sharing jackets are for pussy boyfriends, he chuckled to himself at his own thoughts while he looked at you in his hat and gloves.

“Well that totally sucked. Probably my favorite Christmas tradition, completely ruined by stupid y/s/n and her stupid fucking fiance and my stupid fucking parents-!”

“y/n/n” Richie warned you of your raising volume in your voice, and while you didn’t care as much as you should’ve, you sighed and quietened down.

“I’m just sorry. I’ve wasted your time with something so stupid and I feel awful” You pulled Richie’s hat off your head and put his gloves in it as well, handing his things back to him.

“Don’t say that, I’m having a great time with you y/n. I know it sucks for you and I’m sorry I wish I could do something about it but don’t be sorry to me” You pursed your lips together as you hung up your coat, then hung up Richie’s as well.

“Come on, you owe me coco” You said with a slightly faked smile. Richie looked down at your hand as he walked next to you, contemplating whether or not to take it in his. It wasn’t like he hadn’t held your hand, it wasn’t like he hadn’t held your hand before today even. It just seemed… different this time.

He felt vulnerable.

He hated that feeling. And it was one he hadn’t had to deal with for what felt like years. Surely not since middle school, dealing with Henry Bowers and his gang of pussies. Back when he got shit everyday and he had to go home to the lousiest of families. Or most often to an empty house.

“Rich?” Your hand slid into his to gain his attention, having noticed his eyes had glazed over and he’d drifted off somewhere in his head. “You alright?” Your fingers slipped into the spaces between his like it was second nature.

Richie smiled at you. “Course it is darlin’ I’m just thinking” He didn’t lie, because he knew he’d never be able to lie to you, but he didn’t tell the whole truth either.

“Well that’s dangerous for you” You chuckled with a soft smile, causing him to roll his eyes but he couldn’t help but smile also. “Last time I saw you think that hard, you asked me what was so wrong about putting the milk in before the cereal” You said before bursting into a fit of giggles.

“Hey! I trusted you with an honest question and all you did was hit me with a shoe!” Richie exclaimed as you stood in the kitchen. Only fueling your laughter. Your hands over your tummy as you bent over slightly.

“I was worried! What kind of crazy person even asks that?” Richie rolled his eyes in response again, looking around your cabinets for the hot chocolate mix.

“Where’s your cocoa powder? I’m gonna make you that drink” He said. You got up on your tiptoes to retrieve it from the cabinet, and handed it to him, along with two mugs.

“What idiot puts the milk in first-!’

“Alright alright I get it!” Richie clapped a hand over your mouth while dumping the powder into both of the mugs. You sat yourself up on the counter while he did his thing. Which didn’t seem special, seeing that he was filling the ceramic mugs with water and putting them in the microwave.

“You do realize it’s not a ‘special recipe’ when you do the same damn thing everyone else does?” You asked, using sarcastic hand quotes.

“Shut up, and be nice” Richie waved you off. You put your hands up in surrender.

“Hey, if you need the validation so bad, I’m sure it’s delicious” You laughed quietly to yourself but didn’t poke at him any more. When the mic beeped he took the mugs back out and watched as he stirred the contents till it was properly mixed.

You found it amusing how Richie moved around the kitchen like he knew what he was doing. Back in Maine he didn’t ever do any of the cooking or preparing, you were always the one doing it. Not that you minded, you liked making meals for the both of you. But there was something about Richie in the kitchen making the two of you a warm drink that made you smile.

He gave you a big grin as he handed you his finished creation.

The mug was completely full, added with a whipped cream mountain and sprinkled over in cinnamon. You took it carefully from his hands, ignoring as best you could the way your fingers brushed together.

“Wow Rich, this is a masterpiece” You said, and he clinked his mug against yours.

“Bottoms up babe, there’s a little scotch in it” Your brows raised, dropping the cup from where you were about to start drinking. “I’m kidding!” Richie laughed at how surprised you were, jaw dropped open and eyes wide. You took a long drink, instantly liking the taste of it on your tongue. Richie grinned as you ended up gettingnwhipped cream on your nose.

“It’s good!” You exclaimed, and Richie looked at you with surprise.

“What? You weren’t expecting it to be perfect?” You chuckled quietly and took another drink.

“Well sure, but… but damn Richie”

“I’ll bet it’s not the first time you say that doll” He winked, and made you laugh (but also choke a bit on your drink).

“Hey! Can we watch all the dirty talk please? This is a family household” Your sister called from the living room. You rolled your eyes and took another sip, Richie did as well. Your eyes meeting over the cups. You smiled into your mug, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks over the simple eye contact. “Hey, you guys coming out here to watch a Christmas movie?”

“Can we not-”

“We’d love to!” Richie cut you off, and you gave him a slight glare. “Oh come on, who doesn’t love a Christmas classic?” Richie asked, quirking an eyebrow and you sighed.

“Fine, whatever. But you’re gonna owe me a lifetime of this hot chocolate” You told him, heading towards the living room.

“Alright, seems like a fair trade” He agreed, trailing behind you.

“Ah ah ah!” y/s/n called out, making you jolt and a little splash of your cocoa to splash on you.

“Seriously y/s/n what the heck-”

“Shut up! Look!” She pointed above you and both you and Richie looked up.

There, on the little doorway from the kitchen to the living room above you, was a little green plant tied together with red ribbon.

“Mistletoe” You and Richie mumbled at the same time. Your eyes met awkwardly and you felt your throat tighten.

“Well are you gonna kiss or not? You’ve been all over each other this is just an excuse” Your sister said, looking at the two of you curiously. “Well?”

You opened your mouth to speak, your face red and eyes wide as you stared up at Richie. No words were coming out, and he was just looking from you to the mistletoe, over and over like he couldn’t believe it.

“I mean it’s a little awkward in front of my sister” You finally babbled out, and continued to ramble on about how you thought it was inappropriate. Richie was chuckled quietly at how cute you looked when you rambled.

“I mean if nobody’s kissin’ her” You spun around, seeing Henry walking down the stairs, a big grin on his face that made you feel like shrinking down to the floor. “y/n if you need a little Christmas kiss I’d be happy to supply”

Richie grimaced, his hand turning your waist to spin back towards him. You gasped quietly out of shock and stared up at him.

“Rich-”

In seconds he’d pulled you against him and pressed his lips down against yours in a quick kiss. Your eyes hadn’t even fully shut when he’d pulled away.

“Now there’s a man with balls. I was wondering when you’d show up” Your sister said with a smirk as Henry took his seat next to her. Richie glared over towards them, and took a long drink of his cocoa. You were surprised you hadn’t dropped yours. When he finished, he set it roughly onto the table, and looked back towards your sister’s fiance again.

“Don’t ever fucking talk about my girlfriend like that again” He said, voice darker than anything you’d heard before. But Henry shut up, not even looking over at Richie, who was internally fuming. Your mouth opened and closed, your brain still not processing after his kiss, and now with this, everything was getting jumbled up in your mind. Richie took his mug to the kitchen to put it in the sink, and your feet carried you in after him.

“Richie…” You finally mumbled quietly, putting your now empty mug on the counter. He was staring down at the sink, you standing facing his side as your eyes couldn’t tear away from his. “Look-”

“I’m sorry” He said quietly, avoiding your gaze. “I shouldn’t have done that, well, I shouldn’t have done any of that”

While your heart broke a little at the confession, you tried not to show it.

“I know you’re mad I’m just sorry-”

“Rich I’m not mad” You sighed out of relief, and set your hand over his. “I’m… well I’m flattered” You told him. “I should be thanking you and you think I’m mad?” Richie shrugged, eyes wandering to your small palm over the back of his hand.

“I didn’t want to cross a line” He said, but you just chuckled and shook your head.

“Fuck that, where’s the fun in staying inside the lines?” Richie looked towards you finally, having to look down to actually meet your eyes. A small smile began to tug on his lips.

“Atta girl” He said with a full on grin and he pulled you into his arms for a tight hug. You laughed against his chest and tugged on him to back to the living room.

“Come on, let’s go push their buttons” You said in a soft voice, but the smirk twitching on your lips made him want to laugh. He didn’t, just smiled and nodded, letting you pull him back into the living room.

The both of you took a seat on the sofa, your sister and Henry sitting on the other one while A Christmas Story played on the television set. Neither acknowledged your presence.

But you made a big fuss and moved to snuggle into Richie all the while making as much noise as possible. Richie just calmly wrapped his arms around you as he laid out on the couch, back propped up by the armrest of the sofa. You sitting between his legs and lying against his chest. And to be honest, you were so fucking comfortable like this.

“You good babe?” He asked, and you pulled his arms to be more secure around you.

“Mhm” You hummed delightedly.

You were going to miss this when you went back to Maine. But you wouldn’t admit that aloud.

Your sister and Henry had gone up to bed before the movie had ended. And you had near fallen asleep on Richie, who was only a few minutes away from snoring.

But you were both awake, and well aware of the empty living room. Your parents had been hidden away since you’d gotten home, and it was just you and Richie. No one to perform for, no reason to stay cuddled up in his embrace, none at all.

Right?

Your stomach was doing backflips and your heart was pounding wildly in your chest. Your eyes opened and you took in the surroundings of the darkened room around you, the only light coming from the rolling credits on the tv. You peeked around without moving your head, worried that Richie would shuffle around and leave. Your legs were intertwined, which you hadn’t realized until you saw it. But you still didn’t have the will to remove them. Not even to stretch.

“y/n?” Richie’s mumble caught you off guard. You startled, causing his hold on you to loosen as you sat up enough to look at him.

“I’m awake” You announced, hesitantly and awkwardly. Richie reluctantly sat up, removing his legs from around yours. He yawned and let go of you completely to stretch his arms out above his head.

“We should probably go up to bed, it feels late” He said through his yawn, and you shook your head, still sitting between his legs but facing him now. Not touching at all.

Your heart sank a little in your chest.

“Yeah… yeah I’m tired” You whispered out, looking down at the couch.

“Well go put some pajamas on and when you wake up it’ll be Christmas” He grinned at you crookedly, and brushed his thumb over your chin in a featherlight touch.

“Okay” You climbed off the couch and headed towards the steps. Richie’s brows crinkled slightly and he turned to look at you, still seated on the couch.

“You alright doll?” He asked, noticing your change in demeanor.

“I’m just sleepy” You mumbled, waving at him dismissively.

“y/n” He got up before you could leave. “I know when you’re lying, what’s going on?” You shook your head, looking at your feet.

“Really, I’m out of it cause I’m tired-”

“Bullshit”

“Stop that” You didn’t mean to whisper it out, it just happened, and Richie visibly deflated.

“Come on y/n/n, after these past few days you’re really going to shut me out now? On Christmas Eve?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked him, looking at him with a mix of confusion and hurt in your expression.

“It’s just-” Richie smacked his lips as he tried to think of what to say. The right words Rich, don’t fuck this up, was all he could think. Not to mess up. “You don’t… you don’t feel it?” He ended up murmuring out, his hand reaching out to yours. Your heart skipped a beat in your chest.

“What do you mean Rich” Your voice was still a whisper as you stared at him with big doe eyes that made him melt.

“I just… well I’ve stopped… I’ve stopped acting and I’ve just started enjoying my time with you” Your head tilted to the side, still a little confused by what he was saying. “I’m saying- I’m saying that this isn’t just a game for me anymore, this whole… fake boyfriend thing” He finally admitted aloud.

He felt the relief of getting that off his chest for a mere two seconds. Before he met your eyes again, and he couldn’t read you whatsoever. Suddenly his heart was racing a million miles a minute.

“You’re… you’re saying that… that you…” You couldn’t make out a full sentence and your chest heaved just barely as the realization hit you.

“I’m saying that I’m fucking in love with you y/n” You blinked back tears as he (half frustratedly) confessed. “And I actually like all this dumb hand holding and cuddling shit” A short breathy laugh came past your lips as he rambled on. “And I really was pissed earlier like Jesus that Henry’s a fucking dickbag I swear I’ll kick his teeth in then he won’t be so smug all the time, talking to you like his fiance wasn’t there, like I wasn’t standing right there- fuck I was ready to swing” He grumbled and you just smiled as tears began to fall down your cheeks. “Oh my god you’re crying, I’m sorry I didn’t- I didn’t mean that I didn’t mean to make you cry-”

“God Richie shut the fuck up” You shook your head and wrapped your hand behind his neck, pulling his lips down against yours and effectively shutting the boy up.

He instantly responded, kissing you back gently, and wrapping his arms tightly around your lower back. You were tugged against him in moments, your foot rising off the floor and the other on the tips of your toes so you could reach him. You were kissing him like he was oxygen and you were drowning. Absolutely desperate. Though eventually you had pulled back to take in a sharp breath. Richie smiled at you, at your closed eyes and grinning lips. Your nose bumping against his.

“That was rude, cutting me off like that” He joked, and you opened your eyes only to roll them.

“I’ve been waiting for that too long just for you to start complaining Tozier” You mumbled, lips brushing over his softly. Richie shook his head, raising a hand to cup over your cheek. You bit on your lip as you stared at him, eyes no longer wet but cheeks now stained with your trail of tears. “I love you, Richie” You whispered shakily, but you couldn’t have been more sincere. Richie smiled back at you, his thumb stroking over your cheek gently. He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips before pulling you further against him to hug you tightly.

“I love you more doll” He hummed in your ear, and pressed his lips to your temple. “Merry Christmas” You smiled against his shoulder.

“Merry Christmas Trashmouth”

taglist: @high-functioning-fangirl02 @a-l-o-s-e-r-r @fightmebub @trashmouthwheelr @i-heart-movies @awtozier

welp. i’m dead. merry christmas y’all xoxo ~ jordie

#It (2017)#richie tozier x reader #richie tozier fanfiction #richie tozier imagine #richie tozier scenario #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard fanfiction #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard imagine #finn wolfhard scenario

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amoristt · 7 years

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Your Reminders | Jack x Reader

Anonymous Asked: Hey I read your recent Jack fic and that sweetheart needs more well written stuff on him! So can you write a Jack x Reader fic where the reader is like super forgetful to the point of forgetting to eat and even asking questions again and again forgetting the answer and Jack just trying to help them remember stuff or leaving notes and retelling them things and making sure they are remembering to eat! That’d be amazing cuz my brain is mush and I feel like I’m annoying for forgetting love ur blog!

sure thing! this was a cute one to write i hope you like it :3c

reblogs + tags and replies will make my entire day as i put a lot of effort into this :)!

story continues beneath the read more. let me know if you can’t access it!

Sometimes it really felt like time passed differently for you.

One moment you’re relaxing in your small room, watching netflix on a laptop because it’s only 9 pm, and then suddenly it's 1 am and you’ve barely moved an inch. The glass of water you’d brought in with you remains untouched on your nightstand, the water now slightly distasteful with it’s sitting. The ending screen of your show flashed and a bittersweet feeling settled in your chest, a sad smile placed on your lips as you watched the ending credits roll one last time. You were never one who sat through openings or endings, but this time you did with solemn happiness. Finishing your favorite show was more of an accident than anything else (you promised yourself only one more episode) but you were content in having done so.

Getting up from your spot you rolled your shoulders, groaning as your bones popped almost mockingly. You felt like an elderly person as you got up to stretch, even more of your joints cracking with every flex. The laptop now sitting lonely on your bed had begun to overheat hours ago, so you took the liberty of finally putting it into rest mode and moving it onto your nightstand next to the half full glass you still hadn’t drank yet.

The bunker sounded almost eerily quiet as you padded down the hallways with cold bare feet. You wanted to replace the water in your cup with something more fresh, and your legs could definitely use the little walk. Even after living there for as long as you did, you never truly got used to how your steps seemed to echo down the long winding corridors of rooms. It almost felt… Haunting. Not ghostly, but empty. Isolated. Like a secret underground bunker.

About halfway to the kitchen, you stopped. Your hands, you realized, were empty. Of course you’d forgotten your glass of water.

With an internal huff of annoyance, you turned on your heel to start heading back toward your room, but the sound of movement down the hall stopped you. Due to the pin dropping silence hanging heavy throughout the bunker, it wasn’t hard to pick up on the obvious movement of platters and the fridge door opening and closing. Eyes narrowing, you tilted your head as you drew closer to the room.

Growing up and learning to be cautious, you approached the kitchen with almost tense muscles. Though you knew there was likely no way anyone other than those living in the bunker could enter, you felt safer in tightening your hands into fists just incase you needed to throw a quick punch at some intruder. Peeking into the kitchen from around the corner, you let out an audible sigh of relief.

Jack stood at the table, two plates sitting empty in front of him. Next to him was the bag of bread, and next to that was a jar of peanut butter and a jar of jelly. At your breath he turned, expression alarmed as though he’d been caught doing something wrong. When he saw you, he moved in front of the plates quickly and swallowed.

“Hello.” He said evenly.

You crossed your arms and leaned against the doorframe. “Hi.” There was a brief moment of silence, and during that you noticed how he didn’t meet your gaze directly. His fingers were restless, tapping against the cool metal of the table he was leaning on conveniently. He broke the silence first, voice now wavering.

“What are you doing in here?”

“To get a new drink of water,” you breathed, then your shoulders slumped. “Which I forgot in the room, again.”

“I see.”

You tried to look past him, and he moved slightly with your gaze. You hummed in your throat curiously. “What are you doing over there?”

The edges of his lips pulled down and he shrugged. “Uh- Nothing.”

“You’re almost as bad of a liar as Dean,” You began, pushing off the doorframe and coming closer to him. He stood straight up and moved with you, clearly trying to block you from what he’d been doing. You eyed him. “Jack, what are you hiding?”

“Nothing.”

You stopped moving, and right when he did too, you suddenly leapt to the side and peeked past him. He wasn’t fast enough to block you, and surprisingly, there really was nothing there. Just the ingredients of a sandwich and some plates. You laughed at his antics and took a step back.

“Ashamed of being hungry?” You asked teasingly, and he sighed in defeat.

“It was a surprise,” Jack said sullenly. He turned to face the items and began building one of the only foods he knew how to make. “I am making two, so that we can eat together.”

Your brows knit. “You were making me a surprise sandwich?”

“I am,” He answered, nodding with his back still turned toward you. “So we can eat together.”

“Yeah, I got that, but why?” You leaned against the table with one arm, watching him slather jelly over a piece of bread absently. “I mean, I’m not complaining, but what’s on your mind?”

He shrugged again. “You haven't eaten in 8 and a half hours.”

Jack’s words surprised you for the most part. You weren’t aware that he’d been keeping track of how long you were going without meals. Now that you thought about it, you actually were fairly hungry. You must not have registered it while watching your show, and the thought of getting something to eat pretty much slipped away from your whole mind. You smiled sheepishly.

“Oh, thank you. I guess I forget sometimes.”

He nodded slowly and began building the second sandwich. “You do a lot. You are human, and you should be eating more often otherwise you’ll starve.”

“Yeah, I should probably be keeping up on that stuff.” You sighed. “Why’re you making one for yourself? Didn’t you eat when Dean came home?”

“I did eat. But, I’m eating again.” He slid you your plate before beginning to close up the jars and the bread bag. When he was done, he turned to you with a satisfied grin. “So that we can eat together.”

At the gesture, warmth spread over your face. You looked down, smiling at the sandwich staring right back up at you. It did look inviting.

“Alrighty then, let’s eat.” You hummed. Taking a seat at the table, you waited for Jack to sit down across from you. “Thank you for this.”

“If you want me to, I can make you more.” He beamed, clearly excited at that thought.

“If I say no are you going to do it anyways?”

He nodded. “I will always remind you to eat.”

“Thank you, then.” You held the sandwich in your hands and watched as he did the same. “Let’s do this more often.”

As the two of you ate together in comfortable silence, the clock reading well after 1 am, you felt content and happy in your spot. It was a soft moment, the kind where you hoped it would last forever. Something about him going out of his way to make sure you were healthy and eating… It made you warm up and feel all sorts of giddy inside. You wished you could do the same for him, but you weren’t sure he even needed to eat in the first place.

Unfortunately the moment came to a close faster than you’d have liked. You knew you needed sleep so you begrudgingly told him goodnight and washed the plates off, taking a moment to hug and thank him before padding down the hallway. Though your head focused on sleep, your heart was still sitting back at that table with Jack, happy as ever.

Walking into your room, you flopped down on your bed and huffed with your face buried in the pillows. You wished you were like an angel, uneeding of sleep or most basic self care, but sadly you were very much human, and a human that needed rest on top of that. Luckily for you, you didn’t have to sit long before you pretty much passed out in your spot.

The next morning you woke up feeling much better. If your room had a window, you knew it would be the kind of morning where the sun would leak in through the glass and warm your skin. As you sat up and stretched, something in the corner of your eye caught your attention. Next to your laptop, was a glass of water. It was the same glass from last night, but there was something planted beneath it that had you tilting your head.

You plucked the small piece of paper settled under the cup, and read the pencil message crawled on quickly.

To: ___. I refilled your water for you, please drink it! From: Jack.

Without a second thought, you drank the contents and set it down with a satisfied huff.

It was definitely going to be a good morning.

#spn #supernatural #jack kline #jack nephilim #imagine #scenario #fanfic #jack x reader #imaginefictionals

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of-suns-and-guns · 7 years

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any good kalex fic recs? read any recently? thanks in advance

Hi there!

You also messaged me on eloquentdrivil, cause you weren’t sure if I checked this one often. I wanted to let you know I did see both messages cause this blog is hooked up to my main, so messages from both go into the same inbox. So if anyone else has that concern, you can reach me on either and I’ll see it, regardless of how much daily activity seems to happen on this one.

(Which was weird to put into perspective, cause I spend 8+ hours every day doing work for this blog, so it only kinda just hit me that it might seems somewhat neglected from the outside.)

Anyway, so fic recs. I’ve got them.

Before I start the list of individual fics, I’m gonna just sum up beaglesinbowties into one, cause she started taking up the whole damn list, so:

Everything she writes is gold (literally, check out everything, even her non-Kalex stuff, cuz god), but my stand-out faves are:

Collide series (which, no lie, I have open in at least one tab on my phone, at. all. times.)

It's all fun and games until somebody falls in love series

Another Sun

Noumenon

and Something Like a Fairytale

(it’s really hard to cut this short, cuz I just keep wanting to list everything)

Fic List (ordered as they came to mind):

1) Coffee on Wednesdaysby dare121

400k worth of utterly captivating, AU gold. Every character will suck you in and you’ll get lost for days. (Speaking of, I still owe dare121 a breakdown of my fav parts, but that list is already 3 pages long, and I accidentally started rereading the whole fic, so, yeah, high recommendations, for sure.)

2) the most wonderful time of the year and kissing under the mistletoe by dare121

Grouped together, because they’re both 24-day-of-christmas anthologies written at the same time. I actually printed both out and bound them into an actual, for real book cuz I loved them so much

3) of heat visions and foster sisters by dare121

Teenage Kalex, so well written, just the right amount of longing.

4) nothing but troubleby dare121

I know dare121 is taking up the whole list, and I’m sorry, but I had to include this one, cuz it was my first Kalex fic. It was the catalyst that sent me spiraling into the pairing so hard. I actually only watched Supergirl so I could read S*percat fic, cuz I was between fandoms and just looking to eat up some time with new fic while other things were in hiatus and had absolutely zero intention of having it be anything more than a passing, casual thing, and then this one was just there in the main AO3 tag and I just got curious, so I took a glance at it and BAM, Kalex for life.

5) Danvers times Danvers by silverwriter01

Unnecessarily good baby fic. 13/10 would read Too Often.

6) Symbolization by justanexercise

I’m trash for Soulmate AUs, so 21 chapters of Kalex-oriented “the first words your soulmate says are tattooed on your skin” is exactly my kinda shit.

7) Beyond Worlds by justanexercise

Longing and angst and secrets. It’s fuckin’ brilliant.

8) One time Alex Danvers hated herself but got laid anyways by Alsike

Alex angst and self-loathing. It’s wonderful.

9) Nowhere to Put This Great Happiness by Alsike

So good, so much self-loathing. So. Fucking. Perfect.

10) I Didn’t Intend To Kiss You by wily_one24

Again with the angst. I really love the stuff. This one’s a bit lighter, more longing and confusion and confrontation and stuff.

11) Secrets and Teenage kicks by Acidbuk

Jealous Kara and secret relationships. A+

12) The Comfort of Touch by trancer

Such a nice build up and a really great way to show how they grow into each other over time.

13) The First Time, All Over Again by trancer

God, it’s just a good story. Just, so good. I love the hints of past events, and the way Kara longs for Alex in that little snapshot we get of it, and honestly, “a dream dangling over an abyss” seeps into my mind out of nowhere, all the damn time.

14) Busted Out by awomannotagirl

The angst and being forced to out themselves, the way everything is just saturated in detail, the memories are so vibrant. It’s wonderful.

And that’s my list. It’s not in any way complete, but I could list, like, fifty and still need to cut it short, so this is what I’m throwing out there now. May make a more comprehensive list later on.

Hope this helps you out, and thanks for the ask!

#kalex #alex x kara #danvers squared #superagent #fic rec

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pretty-iiish · 7 years

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Morning Skincare Routine

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We may not have pristine and perfect skin, but we do take care of our skin the best way we can!

We finally (FINALLY) have our Morning Routine’s down to a tee. So here’s what we do to wake our skin up.

MORNING SKIN ROUTINE:

1. Cleanse: Removes dirt and grime

SHY: CosRX Good Morning Low PH Good Morning Gel Cleanser (wew that was long)

I have very oily skin but my skincare still involves a lot of moisturizing, mostly at night, and using products that are on the balancing and hydrating side. I pretty much dislike products that can dry out my skin.

Gel cleansers are the best way to go for oily skin. This cleanser is a favorite of mine because it has a PH level of 5, meaning it’s pretty much good for all skin types especially for sensitive skin because it won’t dry out and irritate your skin after cleansing which is what you could possibly get from other higher PH cleansers that leave your skin squeaky clean after.

You skin produces natural oils to keep your skin from getting dry and that’s why it’s important to use cleansers that don’t leave your skin dry after because you’ll actually end up with more oil!

Side note: Don’t rub the towel on your face! Just dab the excess water off :D

DANI: Gentle gel cleanser: Cerave Foaming Facial Cleanser

The reason why I opt for this type of cleanser is because it doesn’t dry out my skin, and it still does the job of cleaning my skin. Expect that your skin can accumulate dirt while you’re rolling around in bed, so don’t skip washing your face in the morning.

Side note: Give yourself a bit of a facial massage.

2. Toner: Balances the skin’s PH after washing and primes for other products

SHY: Human Nature Balancing Toner

If you follow us on IG and have seen our stories, you probably have seen me spazz over this toner. I tag this as my holy grail toner because it’s alcohol free but it moisturizes and helps balance my skin’s oiliness and still helps get rid of the excess dirt on my skin. The usual routine is I first apply this using a cotton pad then second, I pour a few drops on my hand and pat it on my face. It smells and feels great too!

DANI: Moisturizing toner: Etude Moistfull Collagen Facial Toner

This was included in Shy’s giant Christmas gift box for me last December. And it has lasted me more than half a year! I was really looking for double function type of product. One that would balance my skin’s PH and return some moisture into my skin after washing. So I now tend to look for a thicker type of formula, and it hasn’t let me down yet.

3. Additional Skin Enhancing Serums/Essences: Improves the condition of the skin by targeting key concerns based on skin types (moisturizing, pore tightening, anti-aging, skin refining, etc.)

SHY: CosRX BHA Summer Pore Minish Serum

I use this product everyday to help manage my pores. It doesn’t really do as much as reducing the size of my pores but it does help keep them clean and I’ve noticed that I get lesser breakouts when I use it compared to when I don’t.

DANI: Origins Original Skin Essence

If I have time in the morning, I layer on a serum as well. Serums are designed to target a specific concern, so this one is to help with any texture (weird bumps and things). I don’t know if it made a huge difference in the texture but it made my skin smell good and adds an extra layer of moisture and bounce.

4. Treatments: Targets specific concerns

Acne Spot Treatment: Nazal MD Erythromycin For stubborn or “rising” spots, I dab on some of this on the irritated area with a cotton bud. But only every so often, because the chemicals in this are pretty strong.

Eye Cream: Kiehl’s Powerful Wrinkle Reducing Eye Cream I started noticing little lines under my eyes, so I’ve become more conscious about patting on some eye cream in the morning too. Remember not to tug on the skin by using the ring fingers to pat the product on. (P.S. Also, this product was a gift from my aunt. I don’t think I’d buy anything from Kiehl’s unless I was earning big bucks hahaha.)

4. Sunscreen: Protects skin from the sun’s harmful UVA/UVB rays, which in turn, prevents skin from early signs of aging and wrinkling

Biore Watery UV Essence Sun Block

Shy: Still our favorite sunscreen even after trying out so many. Sunscreen also doubles as moisturizer during day time and I think as long as you don’t skip sunscreen (after cleansing of course), you should be good to go for the day.

Dani: Though I have been trying out different types of sunscreen (for a later post about the importance of SPF), but this has been the best daily sunscreen by far. (sorry, threw in a mini review there). Also, after reading up on product texture and consistency, I now realize that physical sunscreens double well as moisturizer for oilier skin types. Most of them are a cream/get formula, so I don’t use moisturizer in the day time anymore.

5. Lip care: keeps lips soft and supple: (SHY) Zenutrients Cherry Lip balm

Y’all know how obsessed I am with lip balms. I probably have 10 different lip balms but this is one of my favorites, not just cuz Dani got this for me for our Christmas exchange gift last December but because not only is it a really good product, it’s locally made too! I really like the cool mint feeling and the red tint which makes it perfect if you don’t plan to wear any lipstick for the day. And like I always say, lip balm before applying lipstick!

Simple enough right? Once you’ve found a good and dependable products, you’re all set. Only throw in one new product at a time, and don’t get too crazy. But have fun and experiment.

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limpblotter · 7 years

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High Hues and Fumes (4/20)

a/n: happy 4/20, I wholeheartedly believe Pete smokes pot. Summary: Sonny comes clean about his deal with Pete, but it might be too late Warning: whoops made it angsty, cannabis mentioned, cursing, inclinations of police brutality annnnnd it's a rough draft so you know, raw-uneditted shit.

w/c: 2544

The gaseous smells of paint trickled out between small alleyways where apartment building met apartment building. No one could smell it, the sickly chemical scent was buried under the smog of cars, big buildings, pollution but that was New York for those who lived there. New York was a shithole, it spots where people made an effort to look nice. The city rich sprinkled potpourri over the places where the shitstains didn’t stink to much. They glorified the idea of a big city with diverse joys.

Joys only tourists and the rich can benefit from.

It was here where the smog hung low, where the police sat on corners waiting for a slipped up teen, where the chemical spray cans made their mark on walls, where Pete lived his life. Pete’s life had been one bad move after another. He dropped out of school after hanging with the wrong crowd. He was constantly being chased out of stores and chased down by cops. The only place Pete was safe was among his people. No one in this little strip of pavement ratted Pete out. He was one of those ‘harmless’ thugs. Just a little nobody kid that wasn’t going to do much trouble, it would have been too much effort to throw him to the dogs.

All of the bad moves Pete made in life mirror all the right strokes he made with his paint can. He ran his hand over his paint splattered sweats that hung dangerously low on his waist. The top of his boxers exposed, as the elastic squeezed his bony hips. He stared down his next canvas, a dead end alley between two buildings. A huge, unmarked brick wall in a dark, dank dump spot. Perfect.

“Yo.” He spoke without looking back. “Wass’ good, Sunshine.” “Maaan” Sonny groaned, he had tried to be extra sneaky this time. Sonny swore Pete had ears like a hunting dog but Pete knew he was no hunter. Not on these streets, Pete had ears of a prey animal. He had senses of survival. Sonny felt a blush grace the tops of his freckled face, flustered he turned his hat forward and pulled the brim down. “How did you even know it was me?”

Pete looked over his shoulder, paint can in his hand. He shook the can as he deliberately made Sonny wait for his answer. “I felt you” he smirked, Sonny’s face took on a confused look. He turned back to his wall finding the urge to paint something. Sonny did that to him. Pete meant it, he felt him coming. Sonny filled the room like sunlight. In this dark, damp ghetto Sonny was like...a lotus flower. A budding beautiful thing growing out of muck and mud of shit and poverty. Would it be too cliche for Pete to say Sonny was the best thing that happened to him? Because it was true. Sonny was Pete’s muse. He couldn’t paint a thing without thinking ‘would Sonny like this?’

“You felt me, well did you feel this!” Sonny lunged towards him and roughly pounced on Pete. He forced the guy to stumble a bit, while Sonny took the chance to wrap his arms around him. He hugged him from behind and poked his head over Pete’s shoulder eyeing the wall with only a few streaks of blues over it. “Whatcha paintin’ picasso?”

“Hm dunno yet.” Pete looked over the blues and wonder what they’d be. He didn’t start a thing knowing what he would make. He waited for the wall to call him to, for the paints to speak to him. “What do you see?” He peeked over at Sonny who looked at even random streaks like a Monet painting. Sonny had enough belief to make every tag a piece of work.

“I see a rainbow.” “...Sonny you’re fucking gay.” Pete chuckled, “you’re welcome~”

“As a matter of factly I’m bisexual. Cuz’ Nina is still hot” Sonny smirked a bit feeling Pete angrily rip Sonny’s arms off him. He started spraying the wall angrily. If his face got any hotter it would have caught fire from the mix of heat and chemical spray. “But I’m in love with this cutie right here.” Sonny slapped Pete’s butt, only getting a grunt in response. “But seriously, man, I see a rainbow...like you got that dark blue--” “Violet.” “With that other blue--” “Indigo” “Ok, Pete, I ain’t the artist here, das you boo.” Sonny backed up a bit and watched his boyfriend get to work. Sonny climbed on top of a closed dumpster and watched magic happen. Sonny was in love with his boyfriend’s mind. The way he could look at a wall and a couple of colors then boom, art. He was a creator, like a god. He made something that spoke out of nothing. That mind saw things that weren’t there like a ...a magician. Pete was one of those things in the ghetto Sonny called a gem.One of the kids that Sonny knew if he was given half of the shit they deserved, alittle more attention, a little more help, Pete would have been in art school. Pete would have been famous.

At least to Sonny, Pete was somebody. Sonny leaned back against the dumpster and listened to the hissing of the paint cans, the clattering as Pete shuffled between colors. He closed his eyes for a few minutes and slowly he felt a pair of lips against his. “Yo, it's done.” He moved off the top of Sonny.

“Jesus Pete…” Sonny sat up and looked over the art. It was basically like the starry night painting Sonny had seen once. Except the stars were more like suns, and the colors weren’t muted blues and night colors. They were vivid, hot shades of the rainbow. “...it's amazing.”

Pete rolled his eyes and began rummaging through his pockets. “You say that about everything I make.” “Thats cuz’ you’re talented...you’re like...the Banksy of our generation.” Sonny watched as with a small arched eyebrow as Pete placed a small, brown cigarette looking piece between his lips.

“Who?” Pete chuckled, he pulled a lighter right after and lit up his blunt. He could feel Sonny’s wry gaze on him. He puffed a few times, watching his good boy of a boyfriend eye the street watching for the police. “Hey…” He pulled the blunt out of his mouth and wiggled his eyebrow. “Gimme a beso, baby” “Pete, you’re gonna get caught and you’ll be kissin’ bars soon.” Sonny grunted, though the half lidded gaze Pete gave him undid his conscience. He hopped off the dumpster and stood in front of Pete, his fingers reaching for the blunt. His fingers grabbed nothing, Pete pulled away and took another drag holding the smoke in his mouth. “That’s how it is?” He frowned as Pete smiled with his cheeks puffed up with cannabis fumes. Sonny leaned in and kissed him, his tongue forcing the vault of his mouth to open.

The first thing he tasted was the weed. The taste of the plant smoke hit the back of his taste buds and sent a small cringe to his face. It was bitter, but that was quickly masked by Pete’s taste. His mouth hot from taking hits right from the blunt, it made Sonny only want to kiss him more. Their weed boated tongues lazily battled it out. They exchanged breathy kisses, Pete periodically pulling away to take another drag from the blunt and share more smoke with Sonny.

Weed was only fun if Pete was sharing otherwise Sonny never smoked.

Soon the drug kicked in, and Sonny felt that wave of chill come over him. His senses diluted in some places and heightened in other. He felt a calm and sleep like happiness wash over him. “You’re such a pothead…” Sonny giggled, wrapping his arms around Pete’s neck. He hung there for a moment letting Pete’s body hold him up as he laughed. “Petey~ the pot~ head~”

“I ain’t a pothead, I can stop any time.” Pete smirked, “I’ve got a better drug right here.” He kissed all along Sonny’s neck. “I got a handful of sunshine.”

Sonny felt like Pete’s sun. As if he really was the center of this man’s world. “I love--”

Woop Woop, that was the sound of the police.

“SHIT.” Pete quickly peeled himself off Sonny and started tossing paint cans back into his bag. He should have been faster, he jumped on top of the dumpster and pulled the fire escape ladder down. “Sonny, lets go.”

Sonny was not meant for the streets. Usnavi did a good job keeping Sonny on the straight and narrow most of the time, so running from the police was still one of those ‘frozen in fear’ moments for him. He snapped out of it and started towards the dumpster when he noticed the blunt was on the ground. Pete must have dropped it. In a moment of hurried anxiousness he grabbed the blunt, so there would be no evidence for the cops. He couldn’t risk them trying to run DNA and catching Pete. Not that they would but the cops these days looked less and less like they were on the side of reason and logic. Sonny kept the joint tight in his hand as he scaled the fire escape with Pete. The took it to the rooftop and walked across to the other side ofthe building and shimmied down the other firescape. They did this several times, weaving between buildings, climbing up and down.

No wonder Pete was fit. It wasn’t an easy life. Sonny felt his arms and legs burn like he had ran a marathon. They reached the De La Vega corner store and Pete stopped there. “I better go before your cousin chases me down.”

“Hey...don’t say that, Usnavi he likes you…” Sonny was a terrible liar. Pete didn’t bother fight him, he kissed his boyfriend softly, then playfully flicked the hat off his head. “Bye.” “See ya, sunshine.”

Pete kept moving like a real life Aladdin. Sonny watched him disappear across the street and up another fire escape. He giggled to himself, slowly backing into the store door. “Sonny, you’re late.” Usnavi sounded like a broken record. “Pick up a broom and sweep up.”

“K’” Sonny shrugged off his jacket and in a moment he opened his hand the joint fell out of it. Usnavi’s keen eyes didn’t miss a thing that landed on his floor. He walked over and nearly shoved Sonny into the shelves. Slowly be picked up the blunt and could smell it, it was lit not too long ago. “Sonny what the fuck is this?” Usnavi held out the paper wrapped cannabis to his teenage cousin. “Sonny, what the FUCK IS THIS?” His voice got louder, angrier. Sonny slowly felt fear claw up his throat, nervous fear, he didn’t like being yelled at. No kid did, but Sonny especially. He struggled to find the words so Usnavi’s anger bulldozed him. “Sonny are you fucking nuts? Have you lost your fucking mind? Este maldito muchacho de diablo (This damn fucking kid). Where are you getting this from, hm?” Sonny froze. Usnavi took a moment for his anger to calm for a second. He had a moment of clarity. He knew Sonny. He knew the boy he helped raise and kept on raising. Sonny didn’t deal, Sonny didn’t buy. Sonny didn’t smoke. Sonny didn’t, who… “Fuckin’ Pete isn’t it? You’ve been messing around with that low life-” “Navi’!” “Thug ass kid, Sonny he’s a criminal! He tags public buildings and fucking does pot!” Sonny felt hot angry tears prick at the edges of his eyes, waves of emotion rolled over him but he stood his ground. The tsunami of emotions wouldn’t wash him away. “Pete is an artist! And Pot isn’t that bad…” “Have you been smoking too?” Usnavi charged, he tried to find signs of being high in Sonny. Red eyes, flushed face...but it was hard to tell. “Sonny, you’re going to school, you’re gonna get yourself fucked up out there. DO YOU KNOW WHAT COPS DO TO KIDS LIKE YOU?” He tossed the blunt in the trash and grabbed Sonny by the shoulders. Sonny met Usnavi’s glare, but there wasn’t anger anymore. It was pure, unnerving fear. “Do you know what happens to kids like you? One joint and cops are gonna pick you up, you’ve seen the news. Cops pick up kids like you and next thing you know you’re dead. You try to talk back, you’re dead. Do you understand that? Do you want to DIE on me Sonny?” Usnavi couldn’t, his heart couldn’t take another loss of the family. He couldn’t lose his Sonny. “You stay away from Pete. I swear...Sonny, he’s going to get you killed.” “Navi’...” Sonny sniffled, his face was hot, the tears rolling down felt like magma against his flushed skin. Of course he knew...and he knew better than to play around with Pete like that. Pete did some stuff but that didn’t define him. This hood didn’t define him! “I can’t…” Usnavi gave him a hard look, as if he was two seconds away from slapping Sonny. “What?” “I…” He licked his lips trying to find the right words. “You what? You think your lame ass friend is more important than your life?” “No.” He sobbed a bit. Why couldn’t he think straight? Why couldn’t Usnavi back up for a second and not yell. His brain ached and throbbed as he searched every lobe in his brain for an answer. “No what Sonny? No you think he’s more important, no he’s not a lame ass?” He hissed.

“No..just...no...he…” He hiccuped, his breathing was fast and irregular, his mind was melting he couldn’t find it. All he could say was no. No to all of it, no to this. He wanted to eject right out of his body right now and be somewhere else.

Usnavi pulled away from Sonny, finally giving him a moment of space. He took off his hand and roughly ran his hand through his hair. “...If I see him anywhere near I’m callin him in.” Usnavi wasn’t a snitch. He didn’t believe anyone in the hood was bad, but if some little punk was hell bent on bringing his cousin down...well blood was always thicker than water. He was going to keep Sonny safe even if it came at the expense of another youth.

The tear soaked tea felt a lump in his throat. He swallowed hard as the reality hit him. Pete wouldn’t stay away. He knew Pete enough, he knew Pete loved him as much as Sonny did him. So he could see it, Usnavi calling him in. Pete would be...No. The streets would be bare again. Brick canvases would never light up with the life Pete gave them. Empty spray cans wouldn’t dot the corners were Pete had been. Random masterpieces hidden in corners that no one would ever see them wouldn’t be little surprises to the lost passerby or the hiding alley way drunk. No more, ‘hey sunshines’. “Usnavi…”

“What.” He grumbled half ready to fight Sonny if he tried to test him now. “What is it?” “Pete...he...I…” He licked his lips a little, “I love him.”

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