Blessed Death Boy (Nico Di Angelo X Female Reader)

Sweet 'n Sour

Warning: strong language, sexual references

How you and Nico first met ♥

(B/f) and (Y/n) had come up with a plan: (B/f) would work and save money for a bus ticket to get (Y/n) home, and (Y/n) would sit on her fat ass all day and wait for (B/f) to get enough money. But (Y/n) had grown impatient.

Without telling (B/f), she stole 20 bucks from her mom, some of her brother's weed and up and left. And due to her impulsive nature, she forgot the basics: water, food, extra clothes, and enough money to get her to (H/t) and last more than a week.

Within 2 hours of leaving her house, she was robbed while pooping at a gas station when she foolishly left her bag outside. Plenty of screaming and crying ensued, most of it in front of some poor cashier, who could do nothing to help her as she refused to call the police out of fear of being caught and sent home. All (Y/n) wanted right now was for (B/f) to hold her scream pillow while she cried her heart out.

And so here she was, stranded in the middle of bumfuck nowhere with just the clothes on her back, walking along a road with her thumb sticking out, praying to the gods she'd be picked up by someone who wasn't a serial killer/Ted Bundy wannabe. When a little blue Prius slows down and comes to a stop next to her, (Y/n) got low-key sketched out... but then again, she was in a sketchy situation.

"Hey, you lookin' to go sssomewhere?" (Y/n) stopped walking and turned to face the voice. A plump, blonde woman with a seemingly kind face smiled at her. (Y/n) didn't smile back.

"Yeah..."

"I'm headed towards (H/t), I can getcha anywhere in that direction," the woman said, smiling still.

Creepy hoe, (Y/n) thought to herself, feeling guilty as soon as it popped into her head. This lady hadn't done anything wrong - but still, there was something off about her. So she stood silently, looking at the woman, biting her lip and considering her options. Option One: leave with this creepy woman, and maybe get murdered. Option Two: decline the offer and die out here in the cold. It would begin getting dark within the next hour.

She made her decision. "I'm going that way actually."

The weird lady smiled harder. "Hop on in darlin.'"

(Y/n) cautiously opened the store and slid into the passenger's seat. She closed the door, shook as fuck and trying not to show it.

After a short uncomfortable silence, the woman said, "My name is Jessssica."

(Y/n) didn't respond.

"Not much of a talker, aye? That'sss alright, I prolly talk enough for the both of usss!" She gave the most annoying laugh (Y/n) had ever heard in her life. It sounded like the lady in that "haeh haeh haeh" Justin Beiber Vine. She noticed her prolonged pronunciation of her s' and assumed she had some sort of speech impediment.

Without a response, Jessica turned on the radio to break the silence. She flipped through stations for a solid 10 minutes, and just when (Y/n) thought she might throw open the car door and fly out, Jessica landed on some shitty country station.

(Y/n) had been looking out the window for about 20 minutes, before she realized that they were taking a strange route. "Hey, where are we going?"

"You'll sssee," she said with a smirk.

Whatthefuck.

They stopped on an empty little road that was clearly in the bad part of town.

This crazy bitch-

"We're here," Jessica said with that creepy smile.

"Um, why?" (Y/n) asked skeptically. Jessica's lack of a response was worrisome. "Uh... Jessica?"