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#how come my step-aunt is such an angel and you're such a bitch
infernalodie · 2 years
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how about maddy x daughter reader where the reader is teenager and she ends up in an abusive relationship but tries to hide it and stay with them, and maddy notices all the signs and gets worried and tries to help her or something
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Thank you for the request and I'm so sorry that I may break yours and everyone else's hearts with this one...
𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐩𝐭.𝟑) || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳
"𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶"
Inspo: Vai Mahina - An Innocent Warrior Auli’i Carvahlo - Know Who You Are Adele - My Little Love
Summary: Maddy had always been afraid of the cycle repeating itself. Having to see you go through what she did when she was your age. But she never thought that worse would come.
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Warnings: Physical abuse, verbal abuse, brief alcohol addiction section, and overall a painful read and heartbreaking one.
Part One - Previous Part
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DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR SENSITIVE TO THE TOPICS ABOVE!
“You’re just an annoying bitch, Y/n!”
Dread and anxiety clung to your heart and lungs every time you stepped into that house. A thick cloud of smoke filling your lungs and eliciting a feeling of suffocation. If not from the anxiety than from her girlfriend, Tasha, who gripped your throat and squeezed tightly. Her bottom teeth stained with blood as she grunted, applying more pressure to your wind pipe. Pressing the end of her fathers Glock to your temple and likely creating a bruise.
“You think you can hit me without getting hurt?” She questioned. “Is that what you fucking think?” Tears streaming down your cheeks with whimpers being choked out. Utter gasps and pleas that fell on your girlfriend’s deaf ears.
Hand desperately trying to tap out, beg her to relieve her hands from your throat. But your strength was slowly slithering from your grasp. A cold chill running up your body and stopping at your hairline where it stayed. Eyes fighting to stay open and stare at the girl who proclaimed loved you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as darkness slowly invaded your vision and mind.
But just as you were about to dive head first, Tasha’s hand pulled away. With a sob, you coughed and gasped for air. Only giving a moment as you tried to push her hands away. There was a struggle with a gunshot going off before two arms grabbed you and tossed you to the side. Your feet backpedaled as you stared at her with wide eyes. Then when you took another step, you met nothing.
It all felt slow mo. Your body slowly fall back as your hands desperately tried to reach out for Tasha’s. Your heart getting caught in your throat as the air blew your hair out from behind you and into your face. And the last sight you had was the small pendant around your pinky finger from your mother. Before you were plunged into darkness.
You had never understood why you had deserved such treatment. Everyone loved you. As outspoken as you were at times and aggressive, you were kind to the ones that you loved and cared about. That’s how you had made so many friends and had even created a somewhat normal relationship with your father. He was still an asshole for abandoning your mom and proposing the idea of aborting you. But at least there was something there instead of nothing.
A lot of people praised you for being like your mom though. Aunt Jules continuously telling you that you can sometimes have that snarky attitude when you get angry. The next you are as sweet as an angel. But then again, your mom did say that your dad used to be angry all the time. There was some similarities there.
But one person who’d managed to break through those defenses had been Tasha. She sat in front of you in Calc and had rich brown skin that you stared at most of the time. Picking apart every piece of detail that was given to you in each different outfit she wore. She had a muscular build, but nothing that would draw the attention of judging eyes. She was fucking perfect. You had found no imperfections in her shoulders, back, arms, legs- God, you fucking loved those legs! She perfumed perfection at it’s core, and you had been hopelessly hooked.
She played for the girls basketball team and you remembered the first time she had ran into you. It’d been a harmless conversation and nothing truly enlightening. Just a simple question if you would be coming to the game for their first game of the season as everyone else was going. Of course, you said you would and she gave you that famous smile that had rocked your world. That had been one of the first times a girl left butterflies in your stomach and teasing comments from your friends.
You did show up for the game and cheered. Eyes fixated on Tasha and how she dribbled the wall. The way her legs clenched when jumping up for a rebound or shooting from the three-point line. And you had nearly shot out of your seat when she won the game with a shot near the East Highland logo at the center of the court. Watching as her and the rest of the team celebrated their first game and first win of the season.
Only, she had found your eyes and smiled widely. Giving you a friendly wave which you shyly returned.
“Mom, I’ll be home soon.” You paced in one of the empty halls of the high school with your phone pressed against your ear. Down the hall pass a few opened double doors, parents and kids were talking and making their way outside. It was already 9 PM and you were seriously late for your curfew. Not to mention the fact that you had to be home and get enough sleep to actually talk to your Aunts who would be visiting from New York. “I’m just out with Kelly right now.”
“Oh, really?” Maddy asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
“Hi, sweety!”
Hearing Aunt Rue’s voice made you close your eyes. Leaning against one of the walls with you sighing. “Okay,” you said. “So, I’m not hanging out with Kelly. She decided to go over and hangout at Aunt Lexi’s place to be around Sam. I’m at the girl’s basketball game.”
At home, Jules spun around from the cabinet to look at her wife and Maddy in surprise. As much as you went out with friends, the least expected place you could be was for a basketball game.
Maddy, being the most confused, braced her hands along the edge of the island. “Why are you there?” She asked. “I thought you hated basketball.”
“Oh, I do, mom,” you laughed. “A person invited me to come. It was the fi-”
“Oh, my God!” Jules exclaimed. “Do you have a crush with one of the girl’s on the basketball team?”
You pushed yourself off the wall and started waving your hands in the air, looking like a damn fool. “No!” You exclaimed. “No, no, no! I do not have a crush with anyone on the basketball team. I just wanted to go and watch it.”
“Good on you, Y/n,” Rue praised. “It’s better than one of the guys on the football team your dad coaches.”
A groan slipped past your lips as you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Turning your head to find none other than Tasha with a warm smile. “Hi.”
You damn near dropped your phone at such a beautiful sight. But managing to compose yourself, you smiled before turning away. “Okay, I’ve gotta go. Okay, love you. Don’t call me again. Love you, bye!”
“Wait, Y/n-”
The phone call ended with you turning to Tasha with a nervous smile. “Hi.”
“Hi.” She laughed softly as she adjusted the strap on her bag.
There was painfully odd amount of awkwardness as the two of you didn’t know what to say to one another. Nodding to yourselves, hoping the other would come up with something to converse about. But you hadn’t had anything in mind considering the fact that you hadn’t expected Tasha to actually come over to you. Maybe just a simple greeting as she was leaving, but not come over where you were all alone.
Pursing your lips, you jutted a thumb over your shoulder. “Pretty crazy game you guys had- Hmm!”
Tasha’s hands cupped your face her lips pressing against yours. Almost instantly causing you to melt into it and reciprocate.
When she pulled away, she let out smile. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
From that night on, your guys’ relationship had been instantaneous. A lot people hadn’t expected you to date someone like Tasha. But it was happening and there wasn’t much you could say on it. It wasn’t like you regretted it because the way she treated you was enough for you to deal with the constant questions of why from everyone.
The one person you hadn’t had the confidence to tell was your mother. She often questioned you quite frequently when you started to come home later than usual. Damn near 3 AM is the only time she would see you throughout the day sometimes and it was scaring her. But the more she persisted, the larger the divide she created. An ocean between lands.
You’d just wanted to be happy and be happy with the girl you loved. And each day, she was making that difficult.
Maddy was stood in the kitchen preparing dinner when she heard your footsteps moving down the stairs. “Hey, sweetheart,” she called. “I’m going to be making us some tacos. I was wondering if you wanted to-”
She glanced up to find you not even acknowledging her existence or what she had to say. Only seeing you fully dressed up with your keys in hand.
A frown pulled at her features as she quickly followed you. “Y/n, where do you think you’re going?”
You stopped short of the door, back facing her as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m going out.”
“Like hell you are!” Maddy said. “You’ve been going out night after night and sometimes not showing up at all! I’ve been easy on you, but this has got to stop.”
Finally, you turned and faced her. “You did this all the time when you were my age,” you pointed out. “Why can’t I do the same?”
“Because I said so, Y/n,” she seethed. “Give me the keys.”
Maddy watched as you stared at her before shaking your head. “No.”
“Y/n.”
“I’ve gotta go.”
“You aren’t going anywhere,” she stated.
“Bullshit, watch me.” This tone and selective words you had chosen had never been used on her before. It shocked her at how surprisingly collected you seemed to be. The hollow look in your eyes scaring her even more than you already had.
“Watch your tone!”
“I ain’t watch shit with you!” You spat. “Leave me the fuck alone- Don’t fucking touch me mom!”
All she could do was gasp at the bruise that had been revealed just barely from your left arm sleeve. Noticeable hand prints that had turned all different shades of purple and orange. It was brutal and made Maddy’s stomach turn.
Her lips parted as she pointed to your arm, mouth closing and opening, trying to concoct the words stuck on the tip of her tongue. “Did she do that do you?” She asked. “Did your girlfriend fucking do that do you?”
When she tried to step closer, you stepped away. “Step near me again and I swear to God I’ll beat your fucking ass!” You warned.
“Y/n, has she been hurting-”
“Fuck you!”
Maddy felt her chest tighten as you glared at her with nothing but hatred and resentment. “Fuck you!” You repeated. “I fucking hate you! Don’t be jumping to conclusions when you decided to fuck an asshole who had red flags all over his ass! I can’t fucking stand you being on my back all the fucking time with you being so fucking protective and shit!”
“My job as a mother is to be-”
“Well I wish you weren’t my mom!” You cried. Mascara smeared and streaming down your cheeks. “I wouldn’t be this way if you didn’t have to go and date an abusive asshole who I can’t even stand being related to you! I wish you would just fuck off and get out of my life! I fucking hate everything about you!”
Tears streamed down Maddy’s cheeks as she nodded, licking her lips as she stepped forward in hopes of restraining you. But as she took the first step forward, you cold-cocked her across the face. Sending her flying to floor as she held her nose that started to drip with blood.
“Fuck off me, bitch!” You yelled. “Don’t fucking call me or talk to me! Stay out of my fucking life!”
She had watched you leave with the whole bottom half of her face covered and smeared with blood. Tears streaming down her face as she continued to cry out for you to come back. Pleading for you to just talk this out. If only she’d known...
“As you’re a minor, Miss Martin, you will be tried as an adult with the total of 45 years in jail for the first degree murder of, Y/n Perez,” The Judge announced. “With the chance of parole being given after 20 years of your sentence is carried out.”
Maddy sat there, lips parting as she inhaled shakily with her eyes lifting to Tasha. Finding the girl sitting there emotionlessly with her lawyer on the other side of her. Her heart had sunk to the floor as she grabbed a handful of her shirt at the center of her chest. Feeling a pair of arms wrap around you with the additional sound of yells filling the court room.
“You killed my daughter!” Nate yelled. “You fucking murderer! You took everything from me! You deserve death you fucking bitch! I fucking-” Guard ran over, stopping him from sprinting at Tasha who stared at the man fearfully. “I’ll fucking you! Why did you have to do this? Why?! Why my baby girl?!”
Nate had begun to be pulled out of the court room with police quickly rushing over to Tasha to get her out of immediate danger. Meanwhile Maddy had folded into Jules’ arms with sobs racking her body. Your last words echoing in her mind like a broken record.
Maddy doesn’t know how long that house has felt so cold without your warm presence being there. Her heart aching every day and reminded of the last few words you two had shared together. She wanted to make it up to you. Make what things right and support you in any way she could. She had even gone as far as to contact Nate and ask if he’d seen you at school. When he said that you hadn’t been showing up, her anxiety rose.
Thankfully, Nate had given her the name of your girlfriend, Tasha Martin. So, after a few quick google searches, she had figured out where the girl lived. When she finally arrived, she spotted your car parked out front the large house. Getting out, she started walking towards the front door with her eyes scanning the neighborhood.
But her body froze up when she heard a scream and the loud crack of gunshot. Her head snapping in the direction of the front door, she ran over. “Y/n?” She called. “Y/n?”
She didn’t care to knock on the door as she busted through. Gasping when she found you laid out right at the bottom of the stairs to her left with a red patch of blood surrounding the side of your abdomen. A whimper escaping your lips as you turned your head to find your mom.
“Mom?” You whimpered as Maddy snapped out of her momentary shock.
“Y/n!” She said. “Hey, what happened? Wha- What happened, Baby?”
“I- I don’t know.” You cried when your mother pressed her hand to the wound.
“I know it hurts, sweetheart, i know.” Maddy’s eyes snapped up to the top of the stairs to find the culprit. Tasha with a pistol in her hand as she stared at you in shock. Despite the bloodlust Maddy felt, her worry was focused on you. “Call 9-1-1, please!”
Tears stuck to your cheeks as you held onto your mother shirt for dear life. “I wanna go home, mom!” You cried. “I wanna go home, please! Please, take me home, mommy!”
Maddy held a hand on your wound, feeling her hand drenched in your blood as she nodded, tears feeling her eyes. “We’re going to go home, baby,” she cried. “I promise you, I’ll get you home. Please, someone help us!”
Your eyes fluttered, about to close until Maddy cupped your face. “Look me in the eyes, honey.” She only got a cry in response, the adrenaline and shock not having even kicked in before and after the gunshot.
A sob escaped your lips as you shook your head. Tears staining your cheeks as you began to cough, sending waves of pain to your stomach. Blood started to erupt from between your lips with each cough and staining your teeth and lips.
“No, no, no.” Maddy reached up, wiping the blood as your head tried to stay up. Lulling back every other second as you cried.
“I’m sorry for what I said,” you cried. “I’m so sorry, mommy.”
“Don’t apologize, baby,” Maddy sobbed. “Just stay awake, all right? Just keep your eyes on me!”
You whimpered as the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance. Maddy glanced back for a moment before looking back at you and seeing your lifeless eyes staring up at her.
“Wait, wait, wait!” She lifted you into her arms, cradling you just like she had done when you were a babe. “Hey! Someone help! Please, someone!”
She rocked you side to side, hoping that it would wake up up as she tucked your face in her neck. “Don’t do this me, Y/n,” she whispered. “Please don’t leave me.”
Bottles surrounded the coffee table with a drunk Maddy’s feet knocking a few over. The left over contents from some spilling onto the carpet, but she couldn’t care enough. Her eyes fixated on the screen of the movie you two used to watch all the time.
Sipping from her new bottle of beer with her vision wobbling. Head lulling side to side as she tried to steady herself to he best possibility. Hearing that familiar deep hum emerge from the speakers of the TV. Heart aching even more with a new wave of tears brimming in Maddy’s eyes. Besides your room she hadn’t dared to touch, this one of the only reminders of you.
It was late at night and Maddy had just gotten into bed. On the brink of passing out until she felt the shift in her bed. Looking over her shoulder to find her 8 year old daughter sliding into the sheets.
“Hey, honey.”
You opted for a hum, which made Maddy raise a brow and turn over. Wrapping an arm around you and pulling you flush to her chest. “Couldn’t sleep?”
She earned another hum in response. As tired as she may have been, Maddy had promised you when you were 6 that if she had trouble sleeping, she would sing you your favorite songs. She would easily admit that she cared more about your well-being then her own.
So, she softly pulled you away just enough she could look into those beautiful eyes of yours. A small smile on her lips as she tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Do you remember how the song goes?”
That made a large smile appear on your lips as you nodded. “Yup!”
The sheer look of excitement had Maddy letting out a soft chuckle. Hand resting on your cheek and stroking her thumb across your cheek bone soothingly. “I have crossed the horizon to find you.”
Although you were adorably slightly off queue with her, Maddy continued. “I know your name,” she sang softly. “They have stolen the heart from inside you. But this does not define you.”
When you first heard the song, you had made the surprising observation of connecting it with your mom’s and dad’s past relationship. It had damn near brought tears to Maddy’s eyes as she nodded in agreement and spent most of that night talking about the man. Nothing venomous leaving hers or your lips. Just pure sorrow of what could’ve been.
“This is not who you are.” A smile formed on Maddy’s lips as she nodded towards you.
With a large adorable smile, you sang, “You know who you are.”
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casspurrjoybell-17 · 4 months
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Heart’s Choice - Chapter 31 - Part 2
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*Warning Adult Content*
I don't consider myself a stupid guy, usually.
Sure, I couldn't read til I was eight but I knew the internal combustion engine inside out by the time I was five.
I'm a quick learner and self-motivated, as proven by the fact I basically taught myself high school, enough to pass the GED and get a diploma, anyway.
Toni hadn't been the most involved home-school teacher.
On the other hand, as my friends have noted in the past, sometimes it takes me too long to put two and two together.
Over the next hour, Alejo serves me two more drinks, another beer and something he calls an ángel caido, a fallen angel.
His own creation, he claims.
I'm not a heavy drinker but I'm not a lightweight, either.
I've got nothing on Aunt Toni 'never challenge her to tequila shots' but I can hold my own.T
wo beers and a cocktail should be nothing, so it's weird that I'm reeling by the time Alejo's shift comes to an end.
In fact, I feel like I did the last time he served me drinks,and as he guides me from the bar and out back to his car, something finally clicks into place.
"Fuck..." I catch myself against him as I miss the step at the door and almost fall.
"The fuck was in that drink? Did you... fucking roofie me?"
Alejo laughs.
"Nah, I just gave you a taste, man. A sample. Nothing to worry about."
"Did you... drug me last time, too?"
He props me against the hood of his car as he unlocks it.
"Not enough for you to notice. Just enough to make you feel good."
I feel like puking but giggle drunkenly instead.
"In that case, it didn't work."
Alejo scoffs.
"Bitch, please. You were begging for it. And now you're back for more. But don't worry, like I said, it's just a taste. Don't freak on me like Kyle did."
"You're... dealing drugs."
I curse myself for not texting John.
I knew if I did, he'd text back and I'd get excited and distracted and blow my cover.
A good bartender knows how to read people and Alejo is good at what he does.
So, I'd kept my phone in my pocket, resisting the burning urge to check my messages.
I hadn't dared slip away to the bathroom, either, afraid that, given what happened last time, Alejo would take it as an invitation and follow me.
"Calm your tits, man," he says, circling around to the back of his car and popping open the trunk.
"This shit isn't even illegal. Probly should be but it's like, made from some kinda fuckin' herbs, or some shit. My cousin hooked me up with the supplier. Sells for more than cocaine, to the right buyers. C'mere."
Reluctantly, I push myself away from his car and walk towards him unsteadily.
He'd parked in the alley behind the bar and except for a row of trash cans and a few other vehicles, it's deserted.
Given how low I've been scoring on the smart meter so far, I'd be only half surprised if he knocked me out and threw me in his trunk but instead he lifts the cover off the spare wheel-well and sets it aside.
Instead of a spare tire, the space is filled with a donut-shaped container made of dense, black Styrofoam.
Lifting the lid, he sets it aside, revealing hundreds of small, cylindrical glass bottles nestled in fitted depressions within the foam.
He pulls one out, holding it up between his finger and thumb to show me the clear liquid within.
"It's called possession," he says.
"One drop of this, and you feel good, like you do, now. Two drops and you're open to suggestion. Three and you won't remember your own name in the morning, much less mine and you'll do anything I say. More than that gets dangerous."
"It's a... date rape drug?" I gasp, unable to hide my disgust.
Alejo rolls his eyes and puts the vial away, re-covering the container and closing the wheel-well.
"It's a party drug. I'm not responsible for how it's used."
I feel the blood literally drain from my face as something clicks into place.
"If you gave someone enough of this and told them to kill themselves, would they do it?"
Alejo laughs.
"There's a sick thought. I dunno. Probably, if you did it right. It's not like it completely destroys your sense of self-preservation. But if I told you that you could fly, you'd believe me. Now, you want in or not? I offered to cut Kyle a share but he said he was done with 'trouble.' Wanted to 'go straight.' Look where he is now."
"You killed him?"
I back away, cursing my stupid mouth and the fact I can't seem to stop myself from saying whatever comes to mind.
"What?" Alejo gawks at me. "Fuck, no. I'm no fuckin' killer."
"Who have you sold this shit to?"
I stumble and catch myself on a trash can, knocking it over with a clatter and falling on my ass.
Alejo looks down at me with a frown.
"The fuck should I know? It's not like we exchange business cards. Wait a minute... Is this some under-cover shit? Are you working with that cop?"
"No, I..."
He grabs the front of my shirt, hauls me to my feet and throws me against the back of his car, leaning over with his face close to mine.
"I swear to God, cabrón, if you try to fuck me over, I will fuck you up. I will make you forget your own damn name."
"Everything okay out here?"
Alejo spins at the sound of a new voice and I lurch upright and put a few steps of distance between us.
The speaker is the vaguely familiar dark-haired guy I'd seen at the bar, who seems to have just emerged from the back entrance.
"Yeah, everything's fine," Alejo says, shooting me a warning glare and brushing invisible dust from his jacket.
My would-be rescuer turns to me for confirmation and I nod.
"Yeah. Just a misunderstanding."
To my surprise, the man's eyes go wide and he points at me.
"Oh, hey. It's you."
I squint, trying to make out his features better through my somewhat swirly vision.
"I don't..."
"It's Rafael... the guy who's truck almost creamed you the other day," he laughs. "You okay?"
"Oh, yeah. The landscaper, right? Yeah, I'm okay."
"Good."
He grins and turns to Alejo.
"Anyway, I just came out to see what was going down."
Alejo shoots me a warning glance.
"How much you want this time?"
"How 'bout... six."
Alejo's brows raise and he whistles.
"Fuck, man. Alright."
He checks that we're alone before opening the trunk again.
As he does, more gears click into place.
Landscaper.
He was on Lucille's street.
Lucille could have been coerced into performing the ritual on herself while under the influence of this drug.
He's buying this drug.
Lucille left her house to a gardener.
A landscaper is a gardener of a kind, right?
Maybe she was open to suggestions about her will, too.
Fuck me.
I don't know how the ritual of Feasts fits in to all this but I need to get away and call John.
Money exchanges hands.
Alejo packs the vials in a slim box, like one might use to gift jewelry and Rafael slips it in his pocket.
I begin edging towards the door and the safety of the bar as Alejo carefully repacks his stash, leaning over the open trunk.
I'm about halfway there when Rafael pulls a pistol from inside his jacket and shoots him in the back of the head.
The shot is surprisingly quiet.
Alejo slumps like a puppet with cut strings, half in the trunk of his car.
Rafael rifles in his pocket and retrieves the roll of bills. 
I stand frozen in shock.
Then, as Rafael straightens and turns, I bolt for the door.
Somehow still alive, I reach it, grasp the hand and pull hard.
It's locked.
My blood turns to ice.
I shut my eyes. 
Nothing happens.
Slowly, I turn back and find Rafael watching me.
He holds the gun loose at his side.
"Locked it on my way out," he says. "I knew when you followed him you'd put it together."
"Put... what together?"
My lips are numb with fear but I force myself to speak.
The longer he talks to me, the longer I live.
He smirks.
"Alejo couldn't keep a secret any better than he could keep his dick in his pants. I knew he'd show you the drug and tell you how it works. You'd think of Lucille and maybe Kyle, how he was kept alive so much longer than should have been possible. Even if you didn't, you'd tell the cop and the cop would think of it. And then Alejo would squeal."
He shakes his head.
"Good thing I been keeping tabs and followed you tonight. I wasn't ready to take you yet but I guess it can't be helped. Hope the demon doesn't mind an early supper."
"I don't... know what you're talking about," I gasp.
It seems a bit dumb to pretend ignorance at this point but I got nothing else.
"No?"
He turns at the rumble of an engine.
For a moment, my heart leaps with hope as a dark, boxy van pulls across the entrance of the alleyway and stops.
Then Rafael grasps my arm and presses the gun to my side, pulling me along as he walks me to the van.
The side door slides open and Rafael pushes me inside.
The driver leans around her seat and I find myself confronted by a familiar shock of purple hair above a pixie-like face.
"Rexi?"
My mind swirls and I wonder if Alejo gave me a bigger dose than he thought.
Rafael steps in and shuts the door, keeping the gun trained on me as he takes his seat. 
"You wouldn't know it, Carlos," he says, looking down at me.
"But our families go way back. We got some catching up to do."
He nods at Rexi and the van lurches into motion and carries us into the night.
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underdressedgoth · 3 years
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I JUST FOUND OUT THAT IF MY GRANDFATHER HAD JUST SIGNED UP FOR IRISH CITIZENSHIP THAT MY MOM WOULD HAVE BEEN QUALIFIED FOR IT AND WE WOULD HAVE BEEN IRISH CITIZENS WTF GRANDPA
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vdlest · 3 years
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Definition of Heaven
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Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader
Summary:
You found out you were pregnant with Bucky's baby when the blip took place. You keep the baby and raised him by yourself. You have always believed that Bucky will come back to you and your son, Gabriel. Five years later, the Avengers won, Bucky came home to you and Gabriel.
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Fluff
For the past 5 years, it has always been just you, your son, Gabriel, and the rest of the Avengers like Nat and Steve. You found out you were pregnant with Bucky's child when the blip took place, and during that time, Bucky was in Wakanda and that's where he vanished in thin air just like everyone else who got snapped out because of the son of a bitch creature, Thanos.
It was Steve who told you that Bucky vanished as well, so you told him about your situation, about your pregnancy. He and Nat suggested that you stay with them in the compound to make sure your safe pregnancy and to help you as well throughout your journey to motherhood, which you happily agreed on. You stayed with them and they helped you a lot, they made your journey easier, however, the thought of Bucky is still in your mind and your heart. You always miss him, and you told yourself you'll always love him.
After nine months of nurturing and sheltering your baby inside you, you finally gave birth to a handsome healthy baby boy. When you saw your baby's blue eyes, you knew he got it from Bucky. You ended up naming him Gabriel, the name of your late grandfather who raised you after your parents died. Gabriel gave light to your darkness, not just to you but to everyone else like Nat and Steve. You did everything to raise him well, a strong and brave one, who's not afraid to do what is right and good. His first crawl, first step, first walk, first word, you witness them all, and you wished Bucky did too.
Five years later, Steve and Nat had a strong belief that they can actually bring everyone back but it's high-risk. With the help of the remaining avengers, Clint, Thor, Bruce, and the shrinking guy, Scott or he calls himself the Ant-man, they were able to retract all the infinity stones in the past, but like what was mentioned, it's high-risk. Nat risked her life to be able to get the soul stone. Losing her broke your heart, she's like a sister to you. But she's not the only avenger who fell, Tony Stark did too when he snapped his fingers to save everyone.
Despite the pain of losing two important people in your life, Bucky came home to you and your son. When he found out about Gabriel, he instantly kneeled in front of your son as he introduces himself as his father. You could still remember how Gabriel answered him, I know, I always see your picture on mom's locket. Then, your Gabriel opened his arms to give Bucky, his dad, a hug of a lifetime. You can't help but feel emotional while watching them meet each other. Bucky may not be able to see him for the past five years, you know, he would make it up to both of you, especially to Gabriel.
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The morning breeze embraces your body as you go out on your room's balcony to have your morning coffee. The two boys are still sleeping in the master's bedroom of the house that you and Bucky bought after the blip. Your view is the sun shining above the small village you are living in, just like how the sun shines on the world again after five years of darkness.
After Tony's funeral, everything happened so fast. You, Bucky, and Gabriel reunite as a family, just like everyone else did with theirs. Bucky did everything to make it up to you and Gabriel, he worked hard and you both finally had the means to move into your dream house and here you are now, living in the life you wanted for so long.
"Perfect view, isn't it?"
You turned around and saw Bucky about to join you on the balcony. He's wearing his white shirt and his favorite pajamas.
"Good morning," you greeted him, "I thought you are still asleep with Gabriel inside, I didn't want to wake you up. You two are like snoring machines," you joked.
He chuckled as he makes his way towards where you are standing.
You and Bucky were able to pick up where you left off everything before the blip. You two became inseparable after the blip, both of you are scared of losing one another again. You haven't talked about getting married yet but you are already happy and contented with the life you have right now, it's like you're living in heaven already beside your two angels.
As he comes closer to you, he grabs your mug and placed it on top of a table, afterwards, he put both of your hands around his neck and his hands are on your waist. You two almost look like dancing.
Being five years away from him was like living in hell, you always miss him and there were nights when you'll just cry yourself to sleep. But when Gabriel came into your life, you knew you had to be strong for both of you. You just silently hope that one day, Bucky will find his way home to you. And he did.
He stared at you, a smile on his face, "Did I ever say thank you to you?" he suddenly asked.
You frowned, "Thank you?" you chuckled, "For what?"
"For being the love of my life, for choosing me, for bringing Gabriel to our lives, for living this life with me," he put strands of hair at the back of your ear as he cups your cheeks, "Thank you for being so brave all these years. Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for loving me unconditionally," he said while staring at your eyes wistfully.
There he is again. Being sentimental about the time he lost and the time he could've been with you to support you.
He always feels so sorry for not being there for you when you found out that you're having a baby, for not being there when you're experiencing morning sickness, for not being by your side when you are screaming at the top of your lungs as you push Gabriel out of your womb. You understood his regrets but you have always believed that he may not be physically there, he is there with you, he's inside your heart.
"I could've been there for you when you found out that you're pre--"
You put your finger on top of his lips and shushed him, "Stop it, will you?" You removed your finger on his lips, moving your hands on both of his cheeks, "How many times do I have to tell you that you should stop saying those things? Bucky, we are here and you'll never lose us again. We'll never lose each other again," you vowed. "And you don't have to thank me for those reasons you mentioned because I did those things out of love, out of my love for you," you rested your forehead against his chin, "I did those things because I love you."
"And I love you too," he murmured, feeling his kiss on your forehead, "I love you and Gabriel more than my own life."
Bucky being a father to Gabriel is amazing. You could see his eagerness to make it up to him not just by giving him toys or any tangible things, but by giving him the attention, time, and love your son deserves. There were times you'd see him reading books about fatherhood and how to be a good father. You could really see his great effort to get to know fatherhood even more.
"Dad, Mom?"
You and Bucky slightly pulled away from each other as you both hear Gabriel behind the two of you.
"Hey, munchkin," you detach yourself from Bucky, as both of you make your way towards to doorframe where your son is standing in his pajamas. You and Bucky kneeled in front of your son, "Had a good sleep?" you asked him, fixing his messy brown hair.
"Yes, I had a good dream too!" Gabriel excitedly said, switching his eyes between you and Bucky.
Bucky pulled Gabriel in between the two of you, "Can you tell me and your mom about your dream?" he asked.
Gabriel nodded, still smiling from ear to ear, "I dreamed of seeing mommy in a beautiful white gown, and you're wearing a white suit, daddy," he said while excitement is still in his eyes. "I also saw Uncle Steve, Uncle Clint, Uncle Sam, Aunt Wanda, and the rest of your friends!" he added.
You and Bucky exchanged glances when you both heard what Gabriel's dream is about.
"What else did you see?" Bucky asked while his eyes are still looking at you.
"You and Mommy kissed," Gabriel continued then he sighed, "Then Daddy said he will take care of you forever, he will make you happy every single day."
You and Bucky kept on staring at each other while Gabriel is talking about his dream, that you two are getting married in his dream. The two of you haven't talked about getting married just yet, but Bucky already gave you his word and you have faith in him.
Gabriel went inside again to brush his teeth, leaving you and Bucky on the balcony again.
Bucky stood up and helped you next to stand up as well. He held both of your hands once you are both standing in front of each other.
"Our son's growing nonstop," Bucky reflected.
You nodded, "I know," you playfully pouted your lips, "Our baby is growing too fast."
"So what do you say about giving him a little sister or a little brother?" he teased you, then he planted a kiss on the back of your hand, "Or should we plan our wedding first?"
"Are you really sure this is what you want?" you asked him, your smile slowly fading away.
Bucky's brows furrowed, "What do you mean?" he seems puzzled. "What do you mean if I'm sure if this is what I want?" he added.
You took a deep breath, "Bucky, I just want to be sure you really want this whole thing, me as your wife, us as one family. Not that I don't trust you or I don't want you to, but I just want to make sure that I'm not forcing you to do this," you stuttered.
"Y/n, you're confusing me."
"Okay," you sighed, "Bucky, before the blip, we are together, right? It wasn't really our plan to have a baby, but it happened anyway. Gabriel is the biggest blessing for us, I just don't want you to think that you have an obligation to me, to marry me just because you have a baby with me. I want you to marry me for the right reason, not because I have your child." Your hand moved on top of his, "Bucky, I love you. You know that, right? But I don't want to pressure you into enteri--"
"Look, y/n," he said, stopping you from finishing your sentence, "I know this wasn't our original plan, this wasn't I had in my mind five years ago when I thought of us and our future, but I couldn't think of any best way of having a future with you. Before the blip, I kept on asking myself why I had to go through those pain all those years, and when I met you, I finally understood why. Those pain will bring me to you, my lightbringer. Now, I have more reason to let go of my past, I have you and Gabriel now. I have both of you as my family," he walked closer to you and cupped your face, "And don't think that I am marrying you as an obligation or what because it would be my pleasure and my honor to marry an amazing woman. I will marry you, not because you are the mother of my child but because I want you to be my wife, I want to see you every single time I wake up and before I go to sleep. I want to grow old with you and it may sound cliche as it is, it's true. I want to spend my life with you."
His words made your worries disappeared. His words made you believe that he's the guy who would make all your worries and doubts vanish in thin air.
"So I gonna ask you now," he let of your face and he removed his dog tags around his neck, "Will you marry me?"
It was a spontaneous proposal. He doesn't have a ring with him, but all he could offer and give you are his dog tags. It may not be the usual way of proposing to women, but you couldn't think of any best alternative for that one. Anyway, you like uniqueness.
You smiled at him, "Yes, I will marry you, James Buchanan Barnes."
Bucky pulled you towards him and kissed your forehead, "I love you," he said before kissing your lips next.
After he kissed you, he puts on his dog tags around your neck.
"I knew it will look more good on you," he said, staring at his dog tags on your neck.
You chuckled, "I love you, Bucky."
He pulled you towards him for a hug and you knew at that very moment, you have everything you'll ever gonna need in your life.
Having Bucky and your son, Gabriel by your side forever is your definition of heaven.
-v.dl
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ms-rampage · 3 years
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Eden’s Gate: Left Behind Chapter 18 - Carry On
Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Angels and Demons.
Word count: 3k
Summary: In the penultimate chapter Kate tells all of her friends that she has to leave Hope County due to a family emergency across the country. She has a hard time telling John because of how close they’ve gotten. 
Guest OCs: Paige Winchester, Sarah Dunham, Alissa Connors, Layla Michaels, Becky Taylor, Ashley Saunders, Ivan and Isaiah Wren, Ryan Cho, Dylan Paulson and Kevin Baker. 
Guest characters: Lilith, Archangel Gabriel, (Supernatural, in a dream), Sam, and Dean Winchester, Castiel [mentioned], Eli Palmer, Wheaty, Mary May, Nick Rye, Grace Armstrong, Pastor Jerome, Raphael, Michael and Lucifer [mentioned].
Note: This chapter is a clusterfuck. SMGDFH. 
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Kate and Morgan are on their way to the Wolf’s Den. They’re planning on telling all of their friends, everyone they’ve come to know during their time living in Hope County.
They’re leaving, they don’t know for how long, not sure if they’ll ever come back especially with the Cult running around, and destroying shit.
They make it to the Wolf’s Den, parking the car by the grassy area, and they make their way up the small mountain.
“So what are you gonna tell Wheaty?!” Morgan asks, trying to keep herself from slipping down the grassy hill.
Kate sighs, “I don’t know. Probably “Hey I’m gonna be leaving Hope County, I’m not sure how long I’m gonna be gone, it’s a family emergency and they need me, and Morgan because she’s family as well”. I don’t know something like that, or along the lines”.
“Aww you see me as family?!?” Morgan says in a sarcastic but also heartful kind of way.
Kate rolls her eyes, “Well duh, I’ve known you for over 10 years. We’ve traveled together”.
They go down the stair of the Wolf’s Den, the Whitetails being the first on their list to say their goodbyes even though they still have two months to do so.
They get to the bottom of the steps, and Kate almost walks into Wheaty.
“Hey!!” he says loudly, startled by their unexpected visitors. 
“Hey Wheaty” Kate greets him with a smile.
“Morgan, Kate. How are you two doing?” he asks, in an awkward tone.
“We're doing great, but we unfortunately have some bad news” Morgan says, walking past him, and sits down on a chair.
“What’s the bad news?” he asks, looking back and forth at them.
Morgan raises her eyebrows at Kate, telling her to explain to him why they have bad news.
Kate clears her throat, “We uh. Unfortunately, we have to leave Hope County”.
Eli walks in as she says this.
“Leave Hope County?!?!” the bearded man asks loudly. 
“Yeah, I got a call from my uncle, and there’s a family emergency, and they need mine, and Morgan’s help” Kate explains to them.
“What kind of emergency?” Eli asks, “If you don’t mind me asking”.
“It’s just my great aunt, she got into some trouble with some sketchy people. She made a few deals, and we have to help her out of it” Kate further explains.
“We’re gonna be leaving in a few months. Because that’s when the “deadline” expires, and we have to help her hold off it” Morgan adds.
They’re both great liars. No one. Not a single soul can know of the evil monsters in this world. 
Vampires, Demons, Werewolves, Ghosts, Ghouls. That shit will only freak people out, and only a small handful of people can know, and hunt these monsters. 
The people in Hope County will never know, or understand what Kate and Morgan do for a living.
What their families have been doing for generations. Saving people, hunting things, the family business. 
It was a close one with John getting possessed, Kate was glad Castiel worked his angel magic, and wiped his memory of the whole thing.
One of the perks on being besties with an Angel of the Lord. 
Kate clears her throat again, “November 2nd. That’s when we’re leaving for Jackson, then we’re going to Pennsylvania because that’s where she lives”.
Eli, and Wheaty look back and forth at the two huntresses.
“As much as we don’t want to leave, especially with the Cult terrorizing everyone” Morgan says.
“A lot of shit going on” Kate adds.
They stayed at the Wolf’s Den for another half an hour, and they moved on to all their other friends.
Luckily Nick Rye, Grace, Pastor Jerome and Mary May were all at the Spread Eagle. 
You can cut the tension with a knife, after what happened several months early with the whole atonement bullshit, and Saleos.
Mary pretty much glared at Kate the whole time, Nick and Grace didn’t even look back to look at her, and Pastor Jerome just looked like he didn’t want to talk about what happened that day. 
“Hey” Kate says, greeting the Holland Valley business owners, and residents.
“Hey” Mary says with a hint of anger in her voice.
Morgan takes the lead with this since none of them want to hear Kate out on this.
“Listen” she starts off, “Kate and I are leaving Hope County in a few months. Family emergency, we’re telling you guys because we don’t want you guys to think we just, up and left Montana out of selfishness”.
As Mary cleans glasses, “So after everything that has happened. You’re just gonna leave like the fucking Cult is gonna let you?!”.
Morgan and Kate both look at each other, then back at Mary.
“Oh wait. That’s right you can because you’re fucking dating John Seed” she yells angrily towards Kate.
Kate snaps back, “Okay first of all I didn’t even fucking know he was involved with that shit!!”.
“Bullshit!!!” Mary snaps, almost breaking a glass “You seriously didn’t even know about the Cult, or the atonements?. Or any of that shit?”.
“What John did to me was un-fucking-forgiveable” Nick says, “I’m surpised you defended him, and was still dating him after all that. Hell I don’t know why you even got with him in the first place”. 
Nick doesn’t even look back at them when he says this, not even turning his head in the slightest.
“I broke things off with John shortly after that. I never spoke to him after all of that” she defends herself but it wasn’t good enough.
“That still doesn’t make things any better Kate!!” Mary adds, “I don’t know if you’re blind, or just stupid for defending that man. After what him and his family have done to all of us, and you still justify his actions”.
“I’m starting to think you two leaving is for your own selfishness” Grace says, not looking back at them. 
Pastor Jerome turns to them, and says “Some of us can forgive you, but we won’t forget. We won’t forget the pain the Seeds have done to us all. The wrath, pain and sorrow they put on all of us will be justified”.
Kate and Morgan turn around, and are about to leave the bar. Kate’s surprised Jeorme didn’t bring up her citing an exorcism during her atonement. 
Mary mutters as she’s cleaning glasses, “I thought you would be like your mother when I first met her. But turns out you're both the same”.
Kate stops, and turns to her, “What did you say?!?. My mother?!?”. 
She walks up to the counter, “What do you mean “I would be like my mother?”.”
“Mandy, or should I say Mother Amanda. She was a part of the Cult, she was The Mother, Joseph picked her. They were the Mother and Father of Eden’s Gate” Mary says, “That was 6-7 years ago”. 
“Bullshit!!” Kate yells, Morgan tries to hold her back, “My mother would never be a part of a fucking Cult. Be a goddamn peggie?!. Fuck no!!”. 
Mary scoffs, “She betrayed us, she betrayed the Cult, and look what happened to her. Joseph had some of his followers kill her”.
Kate's voice starts to tremble, and takes a deep breath “Lies. all fucking lies!!!. She wouldn’t let a bunch of inbred hillbilly motherfuckers kill her”.
Morgan practically drags Kate out of the bar, and back to their car.
“Kate, you have to calm down!!!” Morgan tells her.
Pacing, aggressively scratching her head, “That’s all bullshit. My mom would never join the fucking Cult. I know she’s not dead, I know it. My uncle Brent said he needed her help as well with the whole thing with Aunt Flora”.
“Okay. Kate you need to relax. Let’s go home, and you can sleep for a bit. Then we can tell the others later”. 
Morgan puts Kate in the passenger side, and drives them home.
Kate goes into her room, and tries to sleep for a bit.
1:30 in the afternoon, and she still has a lot more people to tell about her departure in a few months. 
Tossing and turning in her midday nap. She had a very eerie about an old enemy demon that at one time needed to harvest her soul because she was, or she still is the true vessel to this particular demon. 
Lilith the first demon to be created by Lucifer himself. 
 That bitch demon that her cousin Sam had killed several years earlier, she was resurrected by Crowley, or Alister, or Asmodeus one of them demon fuckers brought her back, along with Abaddon. 
-The dream- 
Unable to sleep even her own dream, or should I say nightmare, Kate has a hard time sleeping.
“Hello Katella” a female voice says.
Kate wakes up, sitting up in her bed, and sees Lilith.
“What do you want?!?” she asks, angrily. Narrowing her eyes at the demon.
“You already know what I want” she says, walking towards her, and sitting at the edge of her bed. 
“And you already know the answer” she replies, “It will always be no”.
“I will get you to say yes” she replies in a threatening tone. 
Kate scoffs, rolling her eyes “I won’t let you harvest my soul, my body. I won’t let you. No matter what you do”.
Lilith stands up, walking in front of the bed, and says. 
“I know how much you love your sister. Paige. Her and Abaddon are basically counterparts, just like how Sam and Lucifer, Dean and Michael. You and I”. 
Kate stands up from her bed, “Paige will never let Abaddon harvest her soul, and I won’t let you. The whole thing with Sam, Dean, Lucifer and Michael was a different story”.
Lilith’s eyes turn white, “I will harvest your soul. No matter what. You’re my other half, my true vessel.”
“You need my consent to harvest my soul. You can stay in that meatsuit of yours”.
Lilith scoffs, walking towards her “I don’t need your consent. I can just harvest your soul. Just like any other demon”.
“Not while I’m around” a male voice says, “Stay away from my human”.
Lilith stops, and turns around. Sees Archangel Gabriel. 
She groans in annoyance, rolling her eyes “Of course. One of Heaven’s feathery boys”.
Even though this is all a dream, Kate is relieved that her Trickster Archangel best friend is here.
He narrows his eyes at the demon, “As Kate’s guardian Angel. I won’t let you anywhere near her pure, good soul”.
Lilith laughs softly, “And what are you gonna do about it?!?. By the way how was being tortured by Asmodeus?”. 
She smirks, and that was a huge mistake the first demon ever to be created has ever said.
“He fed off of my grace for years!!” he yells, his eyes turning purplish white.
He banishes Lilith away with a bright light. Kate covers her eyes from the blinding light of the Archangel. 
Turning back to face the Archangel, he stares at her with those whiskey color eyes. 
They stare at each other, “Gabriel?” she whispers.
He slowly approaches her, placing his hand on her cheek. Kate practically melts to his touch.
Sighing softly, closing her eyes. The heat radiating off this angel is very comforting.
Gabriel slowly pulls her closer to him, and-
-end of dream-
Kate wakes up from her very good dream, she’s been having it for a couple weeks now. 
It always ends the same way. Gabriel banishing Lilith to Hell probably, caresses her cheek, and pulls her in closer to him. 
Probably to kiss her, because Gabe is her guardian Angel, Michael being Paige’s and her mothers is unknown probably Raphael. 
That dream is probably telling her something, a sign or some kind of foreshadowing. 
Later that day, her and Morgan leave to hang out with their group of friends. 3:30pm. 
They all go to the campsite they went to several months earlier when Kate first met Wheaty.
“You guys are leaving?!?” Sarah asks.
Kate and Morgan nod their heads, “Yeah, we are”.
“How are you guys gonna get out?!” Ivan asks.
“We’re not sure yet” Morgan answers. 
“We’re driving out. Obviously” Kate says.
They all sit around an unlit bonfire, chatting. Going over their two friends that are leaving. As they're talking, a Cult truck stops near their campsite.
4 peggies come out, all male, rifles in hands. They approach the group of young adults.
“Kate Winchester!!” one of them calls out.
The group of friends turn to Kate, except Morgan her eyes are locked on the 4 peggies. 
“What do you want?!?” she asks. 
“John wants you to go by the church. Now” another peggie answers. 
Kate and Morgan turn to each other.
She gets up, and they guide her to their truck, climbing into the backseat, and they drive out of the Whitetails, and back to Holland Valley. 
Dropping her off in front of Falls End church.
Unsure what John wants, or what he wants to talk about. 
She walks inside, and sees John with his back to her, standing in front of the panel.
Having flashbacks to 5 in half months ago, when all that shit happened. 
“Hey John” she says, her voice echoing. 
He turns around, a huge smile on his face.
“Hello Katie” he says, with enthusiasm, and excitement in his voice. 
She walks towards him, swinging her hands at her sides, clapping them.
“Soo” she says, “Why did you call me here?”.
He sighs loudly, echoing throughout the church. 
“It’s a surprise” he says with a hint of malice in his voice. 
Kate raises her eyebrows at him, “Really?. Am I gonna like it?!?”. 
John chuckles at her cuteness, the innocence in her voice. How cute, naive and innocent she sounds. 
“You’re gonna love it” he says with emphasis on the word love. 
 “Well I look forward to seeing it” she replies, stepping closer to him.
He stares at her with a smirk, “Well to give you a few hints, it might ring a bell, and it’s gonna be very engaging”.
Kate awkwardly chuckles at him, and John notices something is off about her.
“Darlin’. What’s wrong?” he asks, moving her hair away from her face.
Stammering over her words, trying to hold back tears.
“Its-It’s nothing” she lies, John catches on.
“Don’t lie to me sweetheart. What’s wrong?” he places his hand on the back of her head. 
She looks down at the ground, and before she could tell him. Her phone rings, she pulls it out, and sees her sister's name.
Her eyes widened at her phone screen, she looks up at John.
“I’m sorry I really need to take this” she tells him. He nods his head. 
She steps away, standing near the front door of the Falls End church, and answers her phone. 
“Hey!” she says into her phone.
Paige on the other end, sounding like she just woke up.
“You called, and gave me a very lecural voicemail” she says in a groggily voice, “What’s so important?”.
“Uncle Brent called me. Him, aunt Laura, our cousins, and Barbara need our help” she explains to her older sister.
“For what?!” she asks, voice still groggily.
“Our great aunt Flora made a deal with a demon, and she needs our help” she whispers, so that John can’t hear her.
“Okay. So we head back to Jackson, and leave when?” she asks.
“November 2nd. That’s when we leave to Philly” she whispers to her.
Paige sighs, “Okay. I’ll call Brent, and get more details. But we’re gonna talk out our issues, and you’re gonna have to leave school”.
“Well I graduated, and have my Master of Science degree in Psychology” she tells her, “So me leaving school won’t be necessary”. 
They hang up, and Kate turns back to John who is leaning against the panel. His head tilted to the side. Smirk on his face.
“Sorry that was my sister” she tells him.
He can still see the sadness, and worried in her eyes.
“Katie, darlin’. Answer my questions, what’s wrong?.
She sighs, looking down at the floor, “I have to leave Hope County”.
The expression on his face changes from happy to sadness mixed with anger.
“No. No you can’t leave me” he tells her, his voice getting upset, “Why are you leaving me?!?”.
“I don’t want to. My family needs me” she further explains to him, “They need my help. A family member is in deep trouble with some sketchy people”.
John shakes his head, tears starting to form in his eyes, “You can’t leave. I love you, I need you” his voice going hoarse.
“You mean a lot to me. You changed me Kate. I love you, I need you here with me”.
Kate starts to cry, her eyes going red. “I love you too. I can’t leave my family hanging. I’ll come back when we return from Pennsylvania. I have never loved, or cared for anyone before. You’re my first real boyfriend, you took my virginity. Everything we’ve done and been through was all real”.
John tries to smile through his tears. He loves Kate, he really does love her. 
He never wanted her to go through any pain. He wants her to stay in Hope County with him.
But he knows how family oriented she is, and that’s why he loves her. He wants to have a family with her. Grow old together in the ranch house, or maybe move to the West Coast, and start their family. 
The possibilities are endless for them, but he unfortunately has to accept that she has to leave in a few months, and he wants to spend every moment with her.  
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chaoticpete · 4 years
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Candy Store
Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: You’ve made the cast of Heather Chandler, but decided to keep it from Peter because of a comment he made. Now he has be suffer when you introduce your candy store.
Please watch this video if you dont know what Heathers the Musical is. This is the broadway performance of the song “Candy Store”. Reader is the one in red.
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This was it. Your first “big” show. The theater where the big Broadway shows would perform when they go into town was doing a play, “Heathers”.And you just had to audition, you were glad when you got the call back of either being Veronica or Heather Chandler.
“I’m sure you did amazing babe! And it seems like you’re up for two pretty big parts.” You turn to him. “Peter have you ever actually seen Heathers?” Peter blushes a looks down, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve actually never heard of it till you started talking about…” You walk up to him and hold his face in your hands. “We’re definitely watching it tonight. It’s on Hulu. You order the food. I'll find the movie.” 
You find it and start it once the take out arrives. “So who are you going to be?” Peter asks, slightly confused. “I’m up for either Heather Chandler, she’s the one in red, the leader.” Peter mumbles out a soft oh seeing how she’s already a major bully with just being three minutes in. “Or Veronica, she’s the one whose head was in the ground.” He still nods trying to figure out what’s exactly happening. 
“Heather is such a bitch!” 
“So that’s where you get fuck me gently with a chainsaw from.”
Was just a bit of his comments just barely five minutes in. “How did you even find this movie?” You shrug your shoulders. “What can I say? Winona Ryder is mom. I see her, I watch it.” He laughs at your argument. “Would you have to change your hair or anything?” “No, my director wants us to be as natural as possible.” “Good,” he says kissing your temple. “I like your hair as it is.”
“I think you’re definitely going to be Veronica.” He says after Heather’s death scene. You look up at him arching an eyebrow. “Why do you say that?” “Well, you’re...you. I mean can you even be that mean? Heather is a mythic bitch who deserves what she had coming. I honestly don’t know whose worst, her or Regina George.” You had to burst out laughing at that. “I ask myself the same thing babe.”
You got Heather Chandler.
But you decided to let Peter keep thinking you got Veronica since you're too nice to be the mean girl apparently. Oh what little faith he had in you.
By the time opening night comes around. He’s excited to see his angel take the stage, even if she is murdering people...and kissing another guy but he tries not to think about that. All of your friends are there, Ned, MJ, Betty, Flash, Brad. Even Aunt May and your parents came. You were able to reserve a few seats up front for them.
“I thought you said Y/N was Veronica, Parker?” MJ asks him as she flips through the playbill. “She is.” “Well it says she’s Heather Chandler here.” Peter opens his book and there it is. Y/N L/N as Heather Chandler, her headshot smiling up at him. He racks his brain trying to figure out which one that is. “That’s the yellow one...right?” He asks MJ and just shrugs in response as the lights start to go down.
It’s just the opening song and he already kind of prefers this over the movie. The song slows and the kids hold up their lunch trays making a mini bridge slowly singing Heather. And out you step with a smug smirk on your face. His mouth drops slightly as a saunter out on stage in your mini plaid skirt, thigh high socks, little black Mary Jane heels and a red fitted blazer. 
You knew how much Peter loved the color red on you. The socks made your legs look like they could go on for days. The skirt being short enough to cover you as long as you don’t bend over. Your makeup looks perfect and finished with red lipstick. You knew you looked hot and you felt sexy. When it got to the introductions of the heathers during Beautiful, you did a mini spin and made direct eye contact with Peter while throwing him a wink and blowing a kiss. 
He almost lost it right then and there. He’s never seen you look so intimidating, confident, bitchy. Even your voice was more dominating. You weren't his sweet little Y/N anymore. You were the character you were casted to be. You were Heather Chandler. And he loved it. 
He feels the arousal start to wake up inside of him and he adjusts himself in his seat. But it just gets harder and harder every time you deliver a line that’s barking someone around, yelling a curse word or telling Green heather to shut up.
Then it was time to perform Candy Store.
“Are we gonna have a problem? You got a bone to pick? You’ve come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick? I’d normally slap your face off. And everyone here could watch. But I’m feeling nice. Here’s some advice. Listen up beeyotch.“ You bark at Veronica getting into formation.
He almost died at the opening dance. He slaps Flash’s arm when he whistles at how well the short skirt moves around your hips, giving a sneak peek of the shorts you have on underneath. Thank goodness. He watches with amazement as your body just moves smoothly with the beat, mouth opening at that high kick. It’s just like 20 minutes in and he already can’t wait to get you home. He’s honestly lowkey looking forward to when you die, just so you can’t be there teasing him anymore.
Oh how wrong he was again.
“Hope you brought Knee pads bitch!” You say looking into the audience as you raise from your bed. You have to stop yourself from smirking when you see Peter once again adjusting himself and his jaw clenched. You fix what was your outfit for the rest of the show, a little red silk rub. You smirk in your mind knowing Peter must be dying but unknowingly to him, after your character dies, you’ll still be prancing around in this little robe the rest of this show.
By the time it gets to the point where Martha suspects that JD is behind all of the so called suicides, his jaw is clenched so tight from how you basically demand all attention on you even in the dead. He had to move his jacket onto his lap to hide the fact this performance of yours was rubbing him in ways he didn’t even know possibly. 
“Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw!” You yell in amazement at the conversation taking place before you. ’Oh’ he thought ‘I’ll fuck you gently with something else.’ He feels his face turn red at having such a thought.
By the end of the show, he was proud of how beautiful you looked. So happy taking your bow and dancing with your castmates the intimidating demeanor all gone and replaced with your usual adorable one. Everyone stands up clapping as you guys all take your final bows, all of your loved ones whistling and clapping for you.
The curtains close and everyone rushes backstage to get their microphones taken off so they could go outside to their loved ones. You was planning on changing first but you were just so excited on seeing everyone you just decided to change after. So here you are standing outside in New York City wearing nothing but a red silk robe. You’re looking around for everyone when someone hugs you from behind.
“You did so amazing! I couldn’t believe you could be so fiesty!” MJ says turning you around and giving you a hug. All of your friends and family start complaining and giving you hugs. You almost start crying from all of the love. “We’re so proud of you sweetheart!” Your mom says giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you so much guys!” You say smiling. It was decided that you guys were all going to go out for drinks to celebrate. Flash’s treat (well everyone except your parents and aunt may).
Everyone walks away except Peter to wait for you to get your stuff. “Hi.” “Hey.” You walk up to him, throwing your arms around his neck and giving him a sweet kiss. He kisses you back but you feel his hands wander down your waist to pull down your robe. “I think you've shown enough of what is for my eyes only love.” He whispers in your ear. You pull away giving him a smirk. “Do you take back what you said about me can’t being demanding?” “Oh yeah big time.” He brings you in closer, having both your bodies push up against each other and you feel something press against your leg. You look up at him wide eyed and he shoots you a wink. “Do you think you can summon heather in the bedroom?” You raise an eyebrow at that, and his face goes red. “T-that came o-out worse than I thought.” You reach up and give him a kiss on the cheek. “Well guess we’ll have to wait till tonight to find out huh?” You whisper in his ear in your “Heather” voice. You shoot him a wink and walk back to the backstage door.
You're gathering your things when you receive a text. ‘Is it possible to bring that costume also?’ You laugh and just send him a winky face, already looking forward to the events that will take place later that night.
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bumblesimagines · 5 years
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Heart Cookies
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Malachai opened his mouth, waiting for (Y/N) to feed him. (Y/N) rolled his eyes, smiling as he got a fresh heart shaped cookie and let him take a bite. Malachai hummed, closing his eyes.
"These are always so good, baby." He mumbled. (Y/N) chuckled at his reaction.
"I'm serious!" Malachai wrapped his arms around him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
(Y/N) stirred feeling something on his face. He heard giggling and opened his eyes, looking at his sister, Penny, and his daughter, Angel. Penny showed him a picture of him with a whip cream moustache. (Y/N) wiped some away, rubbing it on the two girls before standing up and going to wash it.
"Daddy! Can we bake again?" Angel asked. (Y/N) shrugged, smiling down at her.
"Sure, doll." (Y/N) nodded, picking her up. Penny watched them.
"I'm gonna have a friend over for business." Penny told him, standing up and following him to the kitchen. (Y/N) hummed.
"Alright." He got out the pancake mix and started making pancakes with Angel.
"Can we make cookies next? For Aunties friends?" Angel asked.
"She's not friends with them anymore, doll, but I heard she has new friends." (Y/N) told her. Angel hummed. He heard Penny talking with someone in the other room and turned his head when they entered. His heart skipped a beat when he made eye contact with his ex, Malachai.
"What are you guys making now?" Penny asked. Malachai stared at him, a mixture of emotions in his eyes. Angel came out from behind her father.
"Cookies! Daddy said we can make them for your new friends!" Angel said. Malachai's eyes snapped to Angel.
"Daddy?" He repeated. Angel looked at him and waved, bouncing over to him.
"I'm Angel! I'm-" Angel counted on her fingers. "-Five!" Her (E/C) eyes landed his bandaged shoulder and she ran off to get something. (Y/N) cleared his throat.
"It's been a while." (Y/N) said, getting the ingredients.
"Yeah... Six years." Malachai watched him. Penny left the room to give them a moment.
"You have a daughter... Who's the mother?" Malachai asked.
"Some chick." (Y/N) shrugged as Angel ran back into the room in a doctors outfit. She climbed onto a stool.
"Come, come!" She said. Malachai glanced at (Y/N), sitting down when he got the okay. Angel checked his heartbeat as (Y/N) got everything ready.
"You still wanna bake?" (Y/N) asked. Angel nodded, taking off the coat and using the steps by the counter.
"Crack the eggs." (Y/N) said, glancing at Malachai. The curly haired male watched them as they made the cookies and put them in the oven. Angel ran off to find her aunt.
"I always wanted a kid with you. Adopted or not." Malachai confessed. (Y/N) looked at him, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter.
"I'm sorry for how things ended..." Malachai mumbled. (Y/N) avoided his gaze.
"I'm busy, (Y/N)!"
"You're always fucking busy! We barely see each other anymore!" (Y/N) shouted back at Malachai.
"Why are you always on my ass?! Are you that fucking insecure?" Malachai got in his face. (Y/N) shoved him back, grabbing his backpack.
"Fuck you." (Y/N) slammed the door. Malachai grunted, going after him.
"So that's it? You're just gonna walk away?"
"What else do you want me to do? I have a life of my own, Malachai!" (Y/N) turned around.
"You know what? Fine! I have a line of bitches waiting!" Malachai sneered.
"Really? Cause I don't see them." (Y/N) replied, getting on his motorcycle.
"Consider yourself single." He added before driving off.
(Y/N) looked at Angel when she peeked in.
"Are they done yet?" (Y/N) smiled.
"You know how long they take, doll." Angel giggled and nodded, stepping back into the livingroom.
"Are you not gonna talk to me?" Malachai asked, walking around the island and stopping in front of him.
"There's nothing to talk about. We broke up and went our separate ways." (Y/N) shrugged.
"I looked for you... I tried to make things right. I thought about you every day." Malachai said, gently grabbing his hand.
"I heard you beat Jughead half to death-"
"Don't change the subject." Malachai cut him off. (Y/N) sighed, looking at him.
"What do you want, Malachai? A second chance?"
"I wanna be part of your life... And Angel's life. Your probably the only reason I haven't gone insane." Malachai pinned him to the counter.
"Considering the shit you pulled on that kid at Pop's... I think you're already insane." (Y/N) said. Malachai chuckled, nuzzling his face into (Y/N)'s neck.
"Will you give me a second chance? Become my the king and make Angel the princess?" Malachai asked.
"Fine... But you only get one chance."
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ramblingaboutthings · 5 years
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take a picture it’ll last longer - Peter Parker
The pics are not mine they’re from @/angelic.tsh on Instagram
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Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: Being best friends with Peter was simple, he was a complete dork yes, but she loved how cute and nerdy he could get and Let's just say that a pool party can change a lot of things.
Words: 1.4k
Warnings: no one I think lmao, just wanted to say that @/whataboutthehorizon on wattpad edited this and I love her bye. :) (It's set during homecoming)
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Being best friends with Peter was simple. Yes, he was a complete dork, but you loved how cute and nerdy he could get. Not to mention those chocolate brown eyes of his. They drove you crazy.
"Liz! Truth or dare?" Miles asked.
She furrowed her eyebrows, clearly thinking hard about the choice. "Dare" she said cheerfully.
"I dare you to invite that nerd Parker to your pool party! I bet he's still as scrawny as last year."
You suddenly choked on the water you were drinking.
"Y/n? Are you okay?" Liz asked.
You nodded violently. “Yes,” you mumbled. "You're going to invite Peter to your pool party?"
She nodded and smiled softly.
“Is there a problem, Y/n?” Miles asked teasingly.
You shook your head no despite the fact that there was a problem, Peter was your secret crush, and lately he had been distant.
You continued to stay silent as you watched everyone doing exercises. MJ, your other friend was reading a book while Peter and Ned were whispering to each other.
“Hey Parker!” Miles yelled. He turned around, avoiding your worried gaze. “Wanna come to Liz’s pool party tonight?”
 Peter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Yeah Pete, you should come! It’ll be fun.” Liz added.
Peter blushed and started to fidget with his fingers. “Y-yeah, I think I’ll come.” He stuttered a little, which made you smile brightly.
You continued to talk with Liz and Miles. After a little bit, Spider-Man became the topic.
“I honestly love Spider-Man.” Liz smiled dreamingly.
You turned your gaze to the floor. “I love him too, but I’d love the person behind the mask even more. He's an angel. You can't deny that,” you said, still looking at the floor. You looked up a little and saw Peter smiling to himself. You thought it was weird but adorable. You smiled and blushed, still staring at him. Eventually you became lost in your mind, until MJ interrupted your thoughts.
“Oh my God, you like Parker!" she whispered with a laugh. "What? No!" you yelled.
 Everyone turned to you making you blush fiercely.  
“You what?!" Miles said, laughing his ass off.
"Okay everyone! Go back to whatever you were doing!" MJ yelled. They obeyed, but her look worried you more than the whole class staring at you.
She took your hand and pulled you to the locker room without even telling the teacher. The two of you sat down on the freezing floor.
"You like Peter," she said with a look that screamed "Don't lie to me bitch.”
You sighed and stayed quiet for a bit before nodding your head.
"I knew it!" she smiled.
Thankfully, P.E. was your last period, so after that whole ordeal, you walked home. Once you arrived home, you ran to your room and opened your wardrobe and began to sort through your bikinis. You picked up a red bikini, then a green one. After shifting through a few more, you spotted a y/f/c one that suited you. You picked it up and stared at it for a bit before actually going to the bathroom and changing into it.
__________Peter's point of view_____________
"May! I have a pool party tonight!" I said before hugging her desperately once I arrived at home. "Peter, calm down!" she laughed. She pulled away from the hug as I stared at her. I was desperate! I needed to know what to wear. Oh God, I'm worse than girls. 
I ran to my room and began searching for a pair of swimming trunks. I couldn’t find anything. Fortunately, Aunt May stepped in, holding a pair of y/f/c swim trunks. I smiled at her before getting lost in my thoughts.
It was y/n's favourite color. Lately, I had been a complete ass. I’ve been ignoring her since I became Spider-Man, and she probably hated me now. But I did it to protect her. If someone I fought with discovered she was special to me, they would kill her, and I definitely didn't want that. 
I put the swim trunks on before laying on my bed. I quickly remembered another problem: I wasn't as scrawny anymore thanks to that spider thing. Everyone was going to notice that. Shit.
 ______________ your P.O.V. _______________
 Everyone was already in their bathing suits when I walked in the house. Liz looked beautiful as always. We greeted each other before walked to the bathroom to change. 
I walked outside awkwardly. I wasn't used to walking around in a bathing suit in front of a ton of people. Some people stared at me and others didn't seem to care at all. 
Suddenly one of the guys climbed onto a table. "Look guys! The beautiful Y/n is matching with the nerd!" the guy yelled. 
I looked around blushing until I spotted the guy I was searching for. 
He was a blushing mess. He was trying to hide behind Ned, but it wasn’t working, I walked towards him, recalling the last time I saw him shirtless. I thought he was cute before but now...oh my God. 
I smiled "Peter! Hi. It's been a hot minute since we had a proper conversation." He just smiled as everyone stared at us. 
After everyone went back to whatever they were doing, I took the chance to catch up with Peter. We talked for two hours. It was as if nobody else was there. Peter showed me a part of him that I didn't know, he'd gotten confident, almost flirtatious, before he had to go away. 
I swam a little in the pool with MJ. She was my other best friend, and she knew I was worried about Peter. 
"Y/n, he probably just hangs out at home, stop worrying."
 I smiled lightly. "I’m not!" 
She shook her head before continuing to swim with me.
The rest of the night passed by in a blur. Peter hadn't come back yet, so I just decided to sit by the side of the pool. I looked up and saw a blue and red figure standing on the roof. That was when all the dots connected: all the times Peter was late or the times when he just ran away was because he’s Spiderman. Peter freaking Parker was Spiderman. There was no other explanation on why Spiderman was on Liz's roof. A part of me was sad because he'd never told me, even though we were best friends, but a bigger part of me was only worried about the fact that he could get hurt. 
I climbed cautiously on the roof, everyone had gone home at that point and Liz and MJ were inside. "Hey Spiderman," I said with a smirk. He jumped and turned around with a startled expression. "Y- I mean hi," he stammered. I smirked even more. “So, why are you here Spidey?" He turned to face his feet. "Problems uhm- with a g-girl," he said. Something inside me broke. He was in love with Liz, wasn’t he? How could I think he loved me? I was useless. 
"What's the problem?" I asked as I sat beside him. 
"Well, I like this girl, but she's way out of my league. She's hella beautiful with gorgeous y/e/c eyes and soft y/h/c hair. You know, I think I love her.”
 Only then I realized how close we were. How can I make him get out of the suit? I thought as my eyes glanced all over his suit, searching for something useful. I spotted the little spider on the center of his chest. I tapped it once, nothing. I tapped it two times and boom! A shirtless Peter sat there, face bright red.
“Hi, Peter." 
His eyes widened. "How long did it take you to figure it out?" he asked. 
"Five minutes," I said with a grin. "Let’s go swimming?" I hoped I hadn't scared him too much. Thankfully, he nodded in response. 
I climbed down from the roof and ran to the pool to jump in. "Aren't you coming loser?" I yelled. I swear I saw him roll his eyes before smiling and copying my previous actions. 
After a few moments, we were alone in the pool. We were talking when suddenly, he leaned over and pressed his lips to mine, leaving me stunned. After the initial shock wore off I actually started to kiss him back. 
He pulled away and smiled. "I love you," he said before getting out of the pool. I stayed there and stared at him, my eyes glued on his now toned body. 
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," he said with a smirk. This effectively snapped me out of my trance and I smiled back.
 "I love you too, Pete." I tilted my head to the side. "I have loved you since we met." 
He smiled, "Let's get inside before MJ and Liz come out here.
” When we entered the house, we saw the two girls creepily staring at us.
 "What?" I asked, concerned with their behavior. 
"We saw it all," Liz said.
 "About time, Parker," MJ said before walking up to me. "Good luck with the nerd," she whispered. "And you.” She pointed a finger at Peter. “Treat her badly and I won't hesitate to rip your heart out of your chest, alright?"
 He nodded at her and put an arm around my waist. He kissed my temple and smiled at me. "I would never hurt her."
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It’s a Love Story- C8
The Tour Life 
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{December 27th, 2007 Uniondale, New York Nick-15|Mel- 14}
    Melissa stepped out of the van, looking up at the huge arena that the boys would be opening for Hannah Montana at, she never thought that they would get this far so soon. It was crazy to think that just last year at this time, they were playing for 200-300 people at the most.
    "So you will be back on a flight to New Jersey 2 days after New Years, Aunt Denise is going to be flying back with you, how does that sound?" Cindy asked, as they grabbed the girl's suitcase out of the back end of the car.
    Melissa nodded, smiling at her mom, "that's fine. I-I'm glad i get to spend this time with the boys since they have two more tours planned for next year." she said softly as they made their way into the arena.
    Aunt Denise was standing there waiting for the mom and daughter duo, "welcome guys!" she exclaimed and hugged them both, a big grin on her face.
    "Nick is in the boys' dressing room down the hall if you want to go find him." Aunt Denise offered, pointing behind her. Melissa nodded and began the trek to the room.
    "But Nick don't you want to go out with me, Joe and the dancers tonight?" Miley's whiny, high-pitched voice broke the silence.
    "I already told you no, Miles." Nick's cracking, young voice responded. "Sorry, but Lyss is coming on tour with us for about a week, and she's coming today. I want to spend time with my best friend."
    "Ugh!" she screeched, stomping her foot and bursted out of the dressing room, as she glared at Melissa, "so you're the 'best friend'?" she asked, a little bit of jealousy in her voice.
    Melissa's eyes were wide, and her heart was beating fast, "U-Uhm... y-yeah, y-yeah, i am." she stuttered out, chewing on her bottom lip.
    Miley still had this possessive look in her eyes, "just know that I will win him over, i hear the way he talks about you, and how his eyes light up when you're—"
    "That's enough Miley, now go." Nick interrupted her, as he came up to the door. He grabbed ahold of Melissa's hand and pulled her gently into the dressing room.
Miley rolled her eyes, walking away with the attitude she was oh so good at using to her advantage.
Once Melissa was safely inside the dressing room and was sitting next to Nick as he placed the guitar back on his lap. She leaned her head against his shoulder, "even though i had just seen you a few days ago... i missed you." she blushed and rested a hand on his thigh.
    In the last week, the Jonas' had been home for Christmas, but the next day they had to drive out for the show, even though they had literally been part for a whole 24 hours... she felt incomplete without Nick.
Nick grinned and leaned over to kiss her head softly, and moved her closer to him. "I completely understand babygirl." he whispered, some curls falling right in front of his eyes.
——- Later that night:
The concert had been a huge success, and the boys were exhausted. From Nick's hand stands, and Joe jumping into the dancers' arms, and so much more.
Everybody was ready to pass out, and Melissa smiled gently at Nick as he took off the button down shirt that clung to the tank top he had on underneath. "the concert was amazing!" she exclaimed, kissing his cheek and blushed right after.
From the public eye, Nick and Melissa seemed like they were together romantically... but in reality? They weren't, even though they basically were in all senses, but weren't official.
    Nick smiled big at the teenaged girl, and interlaced their hands together as the whole Jonas crew made their way out of the arena, and Melissa slipped the hood of Nick's extra winter coat over her head to shield herself from the fans, media and the constant snowfall.
    As they stepped onto the bus, taking off their coats and finally were able to breathe properly, Melissa made her way to her and Nick's bunk that she knew she'd end up sleeping in anyways. "Angel, you wanna stay up with us?" Nick asked, looking at his best friend as she walked away.
    Melissa shook her head, "I-I'm super tired babe, I'm gonna lay down." she explained, and kissed his cheek then disappeared.
———- The next day:
    Melissa was the last one to wake up, and moved over in the cramped bunk knowing that Nick wouldn't be there beside her because of the promo things him and his brothers had that morning.
    As she laid on her stomach and reached for her phone, she felt her stomach burst with butterflies, as she seen a text from Nick;
From: Nicky💕: Hey baby, sorry i didn't wake you before i left, but good morning. Mom stayed back to be with you. love you. ❤️
She texted back a "I love you more💕" then slipped out of the bunk and went to put her hair up in a high pony then went and hung out with Aunt Denise until the boys got back.
The day went by slowly, always dragging on slower as time went by. She knew at some point she'd have to encounter Miley, and seeing as the pop star really didn't like her all that much, made Melissa's anxiety shot up sky high.
But as she saw Nick finishing up the soundcheck with his brothers, it made all of her worries disappear. She felt extremely proud of them watching as they do what they love.
She was soon pulled out of her thoughts as Miley came up with a smug grin on her face, "you know, Nick is gonna be mine soon. He even kissed me last week before we all left for Christmas."
    Melissa didn't want to believe Miley, she really didn't. Because in all honesty, who is more believable? her best friend? or a girl she just met and basically doesn't know at all.... exactly.
    She shook her head, "N-No... he wouldn't of... you're lying." Melissa stuttered out, her heart racing so fast she was struggling to breathe.
    Miley laughed at the teen's change of composure, "Yes he did. All my dancers are witnesses." she grinned, basically lying through her teeth.
    Melissa's brown eyes welled up with tears as her mind raced with a million thoughts, she couldn't get another word out, she was too stunned.
    So she did the only thing she knew she could do... run.
    She ran back to the bus so fast, didn't care if anyone looked at the two girls with weird expressions. Melissa didn't let the tears fall till she was safely in the bus, hiding in Joe's bunk of all places.
    Sobs wrecked her little body as she held onto Joe's pillow tightly and her beloved stuffed animal with a death grip. She was so engulfed in her own confusion and sadness, she didn't realize when Nick came looking for her.
    "Angel?" he called out quietly, his long curls bouncing with every step. "What did she say? Why did you run away so quick?" he asked, standing by his bunk and sighed as he seen her little feet sticking out of his brother's bunk.
    "Go a-away!" she cried out, her body shivering, she really wanted to be alone... but she wanted her Nick too. She was so conflicted.
    Nick pulled the curtain back, and kneeled beside Joe's bunk —as it was on the last level of the bunks— "baby, will you explain to me what Miley said?" he asked, his voice soothing and comforting.
    Melissa's little brown eyes peeked up at him, as a whimper left her lips, "she... s-she said that you g-guys k-kissed... and that she was gonna t-take you away from me..." she cried out, hiccuping slightly.
    He sighed, rubbing his hand over his face, "I would never, ever kiss her. And you are the only girl in my life... well besides my mom." he chuckled, his lopsided, toothy grin coming out. "I would never dream of hurting you like that." he said softly, and set the pillow to the side and pulled the trembling girl into his lap.
    "Y-You promise?" she mumbled, her eyes still glossy as she reached her hands out to clutch onto him.
    "I swear." he said softly, and pressed a lingering kiss on her forehead lightly. ——— A.N: now i love Miley with all my heart, but for the plot, and the timeline's sake, i had to make her a bitch. and quite honestly? i think teen Miley would've acted like that when it came to Nick 🤷🏻‍♀️
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