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piedinthepiper · 1 day

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Before: Disease ˖ ⊹

Yandere!jimin x bully!reader

Summary: Before everything went down in his doctors office

Warnings: bullying, mention of smut, swearing

Wc: 2.1 k

A/n: someone requested the backstory to disease, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it!

This can be read as both a pt. 1 or pt. 2 to Disease. They can also be read separately, you decide!

Disclaimer: This is 100% fiction. I am in no way saying that this is how any member of bts would act. Nor do I condone the actions detailed in the story. This is purely for entertainment purposes only. If any of the warnings trigger you, or you’re under 18 ¡do not read! I’m not your mother, and I don’t take any accountability for what you decide to read online!

How could you be so perfect? Walking down the halls with your books tucked close to your chest. Talking and casually laughing with one of your friends. You always walked front and center. Like you were the mean girl. But you weren’t. Or you were, but he didn’t mind. You were his mean girl. You were the only reason Jimin hadn’t dropped out of school yet. He actually looked forward to every day now. Knowing that he’d see you. And if he was lucky he would maybe even get to talk to you. Or more you talk to him. Yell at him. Call him names and insult him. That’s what he loved so much about you. Your honesty. Always so straight forward. You were just perfect. Gorgeous. Always in skirts, sometimes they were really short. Not that he looked or anything, he was sure you would kill him if you found that out. But he was a man wasn’t he? What’s wrong about admiring a good pair of legs? You wanted to show them off didn’t you? He wondered if it was for him. If you knew the effect you had on him. The way he would think about you while touching himself. Pretending to fuck you pretty pussy instead of his cold hands. He knew it would happen one day. One day you would realise that the two of you were meant to be. He had known that since the day he met you. He would never forget that day.

“Watch it, nerd.”

The three first words you ever spoke to him. Jimin stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder to see who he bumped into, but also who that angelic voice belonged to. He was met with you. The most beautiful eyes he’s ever looked into. He stood there in awe. Taking in all your features. Eyes trailing up and down your body. Once he reached your eyes again he saw that your perfectly shaped eyebrows were frowning.

“Eww what’s wrong with you?!”

You asked sounding almost disgusted.

“Did you see the way he looked at me? Oh my god.”

You asked your friends who all looked even more disgusted than you.

“You could at least say sorry you know?”

“I- I’m sorry.”

“I- I-. You’re pathetic.”

You mocked him before turning around and walking away.

“Watch where you’re going next time loser.”

One of your friends added before she joined the rest. He didn’t care for your friends. All he could think about was you. Your words who were supposed to hurt him, had another impact. All he wanted to hear was your voice again.

Three years later his feelings were still the same. Your bond had only grown stronger after that eventful day. Your relationship had become a daily thing, and he couldn’t be more happy.

“God you’re such a nerd.”

You said as you sat down opposite of him, throwing your bag onto the floor next to you. He was studying for the next science exam in the library, one of the places he never thought he’d meet you. Not that he didn’t think you read or anything. It just didn’t suit you. You were too gorgeous to be surrounded by yellowing walls and cheap plastic chairs.

“Y/n!”

He said your name a little too excited, and was met with yet another disgusted facial expression.

“Anyways… you’re going to help me.”

You said.

“Sure. I’ll help you.”

You scoffed at his answer.

“It wasn’t a question.”

You added mockingly.

“You see, I need to pass the science exam. And the only one I know that has a miserable enough life to even care about science is you.”

He tried his best to hide his growing smile. You addressed him as someone you know. You think about him!

“I can make you pass.”

“You better.”

You got up from the chair and brushed off imaginary dust from your skirt.

“When you’re finished you’ll switch papers with me. I’ll make sure we’re seated next to each other.”

He was too busy checking out your figure to even comprehend what you were saying at that moment. You snapped your fingers at him.

“Hello? Stop fucking looking at me, freak.”

You said, and brought him back from his thoughts. That’s when he understood the reality of your words. If he switched papers with you he would fail, and he couldn’t put his career at risk. No matter how much he loved you.

“I don’t think I can do that.”

He stated and looked up at you, scared of what you would say next. You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Again, it wasn’t a question.”

He got up from his chair when he saw you were about to turn around and leave.

“Seriously, y/n. I can’t fail. I won’t get into-“

“Blah blah blah. Does it look like I care? You’ll do as I say.”

You interrupted him. He gulped at your tone, sometimes you could be really scary.

“But-“

“Listen here, dumbass.”

You suddenly reached over the table and grabbed him by his collar.

“How hard is it to get into your thick skull, huh?You don’t want to know what I’ll do if you don’t do as I say. Alright?”

He nodded carefully, and you let him go. You stayed bent over the table though. Jimin couldn’t help but look at your prominent cleavage. You slowly moved your hand to his face, he was ready to feel the embrace of your hand. He closed his eyes waiting for the moment, but was met with the sudden feeling of his glasses being slipped off his nose. He looked at you again, confused.

“Take this as a warning.”

You said coldly and threw the glasses on the grown. Thankfully they didn’t break. But the feeling of relief suddenly stopped as he watched your foot stomp down onto them. The sound of broken glass was heard through the library. He let out a little gasp.

“See you in a week.”

You said before you walked away, swaying your hips as you exited the library. What the fuck was he going to do?

He knew he had to help you. He didn’t want to end up with a broken nose, even if it meant you would put your hands on him. Besides he’d do anything to help you succeed. Maybe he would even get a thank you? He thought, bringing the science book even closer to his face. You had broken his glasses, a bit unnecessary in his opinion, but he won’t question your judgment. In order to study he had to have the book so close to his face he could feel it brush against his nose. He had come up with a plan though. If he studied even harder he could be able to finish your test super quick, and then he could just fill out the same answers on his own. It was his only option. So now he sat in his dark room with only the small table lamp lit. Book in his face as he desperately tried to remember everything for the exam.

He walked into the classroom, mentally going through all the information he read the night before. He saw you in the back. A finger twirling your gorgeous shiny hair as you looked him up and down. The sight alone was enough for his pants to tighten. He moved his textbooks down to his hips so you wouldn’t see the effect you had on him.

“Nice glasses.”

You sarcastically said. Giving him an evil smile. He pushed his new glasses higher up on his nose as he sat down beside you.

“Not even a thank you? How rude you are, Jimin.”

He almost moaned out loud when he heard his name fall from your lips. You rarely used his name, so whenever he was lucky enough to hear it from you he would usually have to go to the toilet and jerk off. If only you knew what you did to him.

“I’m sorry.”

He mumbled. You just scoffed at him before crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair to listen to the teacher who started speaking.

The exam went great. He had to spend a few minutes on erasing your scribbles on his sheet. It wouldn’t be appropriate to hand in an exam with “nerd” written all over it. But it went well, you didn’t get caught and both of you would get a good grade. He couldn’t be more happy. Until he saw you approaching him. He was sat outside, eating his lunch in his usual spot. You would always eat with the rest of the popular people inside. You would never eat outside in a secluded area on the ground, that’s just not you. You wouldn’t hide, like he did. So he knew you didn’t come to join him. He quickly swallowed before you were able to talk to him. Ready to hear whatever you had to say. But you walked right passed him. He followed you and your friends with his gaze as he saw the three of you heading to the parking lot. He realised that he wouldn’t get a thank you, that he wouldn’t even get to talk to you after he just saved your ass.

“Stand up.”

He suddenly heard your voice coming from right beside him. He looked up to find you with your hands on your hips. A displeased look painted your face. Again, he swallowed before standing up.

“You fucking creep!”

You yelled at him before delivering a harsh slap to his face. He couldn’t help but moan at the feeling. He reached for his cheek that had already turned red. He looked at you and found your face was in pure shock. Did he really moan that loudly?

“Did he just-“

He heard one of your friends whisper to the other. His blood went cold, he had never been so embarrassed in his entire life. Your mouth turned slowly into a devilish smile.

“How fucking pathetic was that?”

You started laughing, and your friends followed. He tried to make himself smaller. He wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

“I’m s-sorry.”

He stuttered out and looked down at the ground. To his horror he found out that his pants was definitely bulging as well. He crossed his hands quickly over the area, not wanting to be tormented yet again. But it was too late. You looked him up and down.

“Please, don’t tell me you have a boner.”

You let out a small laugh, a “eww” was heard from your friend. You stepped closer to him. So close that his back had to press up against the concrete wall. You looked him deep in the eyes, your smile turning into a smirk. God, he felt like coming just from you being so close. Smelling your perfume and feeling your hands on his chest. His breathing rapidly increased.

“Do you think I’m hot, Jimin?”

You whispered to him. It took a few seconds for him to comprehend what you were saying. Too focused on the feeling of your manicured hands on him. Eventually he desperately he nodded.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

You asked with a small laugh. He couldn’t believe his ears. Was this his chance? Was this the moment he finally got you? He nodded yet again. You tsked at him as he felt your sharp nail tracing his cheekbone.

“Use your words.”

You said.

“Y/n, what the fuck are you doing?”

He heard one of your friends say from behind you. He didn’t look at her, only taking you in. He couldn’t believe this.

“Shut up!”

You quickly looked at your friend. Warning her in a mean tone. You turned back to him. Finding his dark eyes.

“Jimin was just about to say something.”

He couldn’t even remember his own name in the moment. Every single one of his senses was filled with you. He feared he would actually orgasm soon if you didn’t back off.

“Please- Y/n. Yes, I want to fuck you so bad!”

He begged. Almost yelling at you out of desperation. In the next moment you were laughing. He didn’t understand what he did that was so funny. Maybe he had been a little too forward, but you didn’t seem to care about that in the first place.

“Oh god. You’re almost cute.”

You said as your fit of laughter came to a stop. You stepped away from him, crossing your arms.

“I would never ever fuck you, pervert.”

Your tone turned from sensual to mean right away. His heart dropped to his stomach as your friends laughed at him.

“You’re so dumb! You really thought you had a chance with me! I wouldn’t even blow you.”

Yet again he felt like he wanted to disappear. How could you be so evil? So absolutely heartless? In that moment he realised what he had to do. He was going to get his revenge one day. Just you wait.

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wordsinhaled · 9 months

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thinking about how much crowley and aziraphale have been getting slammed for their poor communication and on the one hand... absolutely, i agree 100%. they have so much work to do in that department, they are always missing each other when it comes to seeing what they each want from the other and expressing it clearly. but on the other hand... like... encompassing six thousand years into a conversation? six thousand years of knowing each other. six thousand years of gravitating toward one another

like... the bit that really gets me, in crowley's confession, is - "...and we've spent our existence pretending that we aren't. i mean, the last few years, not really" - this implication that like... at least on crowley's part... since they saved the world together he's allowed himself to be more open in how he feels about aziraphale. that in his mind he's already long since chosen Their Side, they've chosen their side in their behavior towards each other, and they've talked about... our car, our shop, but even before that...

we see in the minisodes, the way they already act. they're a pair that shows rather than tells all the time and it's so abundantly clear that everyone around them can see it, is constantly asking about it, assuming it, reading it on them like they're an open book - with everyone but each other.

but like how do you put into clumsy human words how much love you feel for someone who stood next to you while you created the stars? who helped you create them? how do you say openly how you feel to the one person who understands you and your nature better than anyone else, who indulges your every whim because they want to see you happy while everyone else says you were built wrong, you're too indulgent, you're too soft but you're perfect for him, specifically, because you stood at the beginning of the universe together?

like how are they supposed to talk about that? especially when it's so forbidden to talk about that?

there are so few words that truly feel like they properly encompass what love truly and genuinely means? what loving someone TRULY means? how it's giving up your onliness and entrusting yourself into the hands of another, now you're not just you, now you're you but the world is brighter and sharper and more beautiful because of another? how we're all stuck on a spinning rock in the middle of space in the middle of the universe in the middle of the galaxy in the middle of eternity just little grains of sand and then there's another little grain of sand in the scheme of things, but it's the most important one ever created because of how happy it makes you?

but multiply that by six thousand years

so like of course you fucking cry and you stare at each other with tears in your eyes like you're absolutely ESSENTIAL to one another. but like how do you make it work in words when you don't know if there are even words for the prospect of existing without one another? and you have this absolutely incandescent and fragile thing between you that everyone understands to exist, you understand it to exist too, and sometimes it is scary as fuck to admit that you need someone. it is terrifying and uncomfortable and vulnerable and we're just people who live maybe 100 years on this earth? a blink of an eye compared to six thousand years of shared existence?

like...? truthfully i don't think i could talk about it easily either because oh my god that's fucking terrifying. that six thousand years of your comfortable and beloved shared existence could go up in smoke with one misplaced word. like no fucking WONDER he can't get the words out. and no fucking wonder, it's easier to couch things in terms like group and team and everything when you're on the verge of falling apart into a million pieces because the other half of your soul wants to leave you behind. it's easier to say come with me, work with me, be my second in command, than to admit he's first in your heart and mind every second of every day since you saw him bringing light at the beginning of the universe???

just... you know? they need a fucking break. they need a vacation. they need a cottage in the south fucking downs

#aughghg hgh g hghg g ghg i am in pain #good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 spoilers #go2 spoilers #spoilers #WHAT OTHER TAGS IDK i don't wanna spoil people ily <3 #good omens 2

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qdbs-writes · 8 months

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How do you think the Cullens would act around a disinterested crush? Maybe they're fated but reader isn't having it lol

(I love your twilight writing btw thank God someone is still doing it 🤤🤤)

ah it has been many moons since I've gotten a twilight request yay!

Cullen Clan Reacting To Their Crush Being Disinterested In Them

Carlisle Cullen

Being alive for just over 400 years tends to give one a good perspective on life and the bigger picture, and Carlisle sure has a pretty good idea of how all things pan out. So you're not interested in him? That's fine, Carlisle can wait for as long as you need to change your mind.

In the meantime, Carlisle will continue to maintain your friendship and continue to show just how hard he's worked to become the kind caring father figure he is. He knows you'll fall for him, eventually.

Esme Cullen

Obviously, she's not going to stop caring about you just because you don't return her feelings. But she might switch up how she shows her affection.

Rather than flirty winks and suspiciously candle-lit wine tastings, she'll back up to more traditionally motherly affections. Making sure you're eating right, baking cookies, etc. And of course, giving you homemade soup when you're sick is still one of her favourite things to do, no need to stop now.

Edward Cullen

Of course, you're not interested, how could anyone love a monster like him? Who did he think he was, thinking he was worthy of your love? Or so his inner monologue goes.

But it's really not that dramatic, it almost never is, Edward just sprung his crush on you suddenly and it caught you off guard. It was largely the excessively long preamble about how he was an irredeemable murderer that put you off first, but of course, he won't realise that until considerably later.

Rosalie Hale

She's a little relieved actually. All her mortal and immortal life, Rosalie has been aggressively pursued by people she wasn't particularly interested in, so the fact that she can crush on someone who isn't really that interested is a wonderful change of pace.

For the first time ever, Rosalie has butterflies in her stomach, she fumbles with her words when she speaks to you, and she feels like a silly, mortal teenage girl again, begging her mother to let her go to the dance just so she can sneak away to catch a glimpse of someone just like you.

Emmett Cullen

You and Emmett had been good friends for a while so when he casually drops a blissful "We should get married" into the conversation, you initially choke on your drink in laughter.

Emmett's a little heartbroken that you'd laugh at something like that, considering that he was being 100% serious. But since you've known him, the both of you have been constantly cracking up jokes, trying to get on each other's nerves, so no wonder you thought this was another one of his pranks. He decides to take this reaction as a blessing, you have no idea he's actually into you, now he knows he has to work out a different way to confess his feelings for you.

Alice Cullen

She's a little confused obviously, having multiple visions of the two of you in a romantic relationship kind of gave her the impression that it might've been going to come true, but your disinterest says something else altogether.

But the worst part is that those damn visions of you and her together keep coming back, taunting her, luring her in deeper to despair with the thoughts of what might be. It's all getting so intense, so she decides to skip town for a bit, see if that changes anything, or at least helps her clear her head.

Jasper Hale

Oh well, so you're not interested in a romantic relationship, so what? Doesn't mean you can't still be friends. Doesn't mean he can't be the charming Southern gentleman he is. Doesn't mean he can't still pull out chairs or open doors for you. Or send anonymous bouquets to your house. Or leave your favourite snacks in your locker when you're having a rough day. Of course not.

It doesn't mean he can't worry about other people who might want to date you. Doesn't mean he can't scare off people who'd be bad for you. I mean, what else are friends for?

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javierpena-inatacvest · 4 months

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Chapter 18: Hole in None

Summary: During your bridal shower, Steve takes Javi golfing. When they return, the way Javi is acting has you questioning everything you knew about your relationship.

Word Count: 12.1K (getting back to my roots of a short chapter LMAO)

Warnings: SMUT(18+) unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up irl pls), oral (f receiving), creampie, praise kink, breeding kink (if you squint?), makeup sex and getting caught (The Murphy's will never catch a break) ANGST (I'm so sorry!!), Hurt/comfort, Javi being super insecure, you being confused as hell, Steve being an absolute idiot

A/N: HELLO. IT'S ME! I DO EXSIST! I am genuinely SO sorry that this chapter has taken a million years to happen. December has been so busy and I have had no time to write, so I really, really appreciate all of your patience 🥺 This is a lil different than any other chapter we've had so far in the NTL universe, it's a lil angsty-er than normal but ya girl only believes in happy endings so don't fret!!! Also poorly beta'd bc I have the stomach flu and I am 100% there are mistakes in this chapter that I'm sure I missed 🫠

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“Do I really have to do this? This thing hasn’t even started yet and I’m already exhausted.”

“Yes, Hermosa, I do think that most people do expect the bride to be at her own bridal shower.” Javi laughed, staring into the bathroom mirror as he ran his hands through the dark curls of his hair, fixing them into place as you stood next to him, finishing the rest of your longer than usual makeup routine to prepare for being the center of attention against your will for the next several hours.

It wasn’t that you weren’t grateful that your co-workers wanted to throw you a bridal shower before your wedding, now only a few weeks away- the sentiment of the whole thing was incredibly thoughtful. Your 3rd grade teammates had even found a way to get in touch with your family to make sure that your mom, aunts and cousins felt included in the event, too. You should have been thrilled about the fact that the people who loved you most in the world were coming together to celebrate your upcoming wedding and quite literally showering you with gifts, but if there was one thing you hated more than anything else, it was the social exhaustion that came from having a party planned for no one but you.

You had really tried to convince Maria, Estelle, Linda, and now, your mom that you didn’t need a bridal shower- your wedding was going to be small, and since you had already been living on your own, there weren’t a lot of things you needed as you started married life together. Unfortunately, neither of those arguments were going to stop those ladies from going all out for you, leaving you feeling like your bridal shower was turning out to be even bigger than your actual wedding.

“Don’t you think I could just get a cardboard cutout of myself and use that instead? All these ladies love to talk so much that I don’t think they would even know the difference.” You sighed, giving yourself a once over in the mirror before putting away the rest of your makeup as Javi snuck behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, planting a soft kiss into your shoulder as he pressed his chest against your back.

“I have a feeling that someone would notice.” Javi chuckled, a soft grin spreading across his face as your eyes met in the mirror, his smile and sweet eyes enough to calm your nerves for at least a moment. “I would definitely notice.”

“Well that’s easy for you to say, you don’t even have to be there.” You huffed, letting a little pout fall from your lips as Javi playfully shook you in his grasp, trying your best not to smile as you tried to keep up your unenthused facade. “It’s not too late to trade. You can go to the bridal shower and I can go golfing with you and Steve.”

Even though Javi had insisted he was more than happy to stay at the shower with you, Maria had insisted that Javi find another way to spend his time so the spotlight of the day could be on you, and not him being distractingly handsome to everyone else there. Lucky for Javi, that meant extra time to spend with Steve while Connie was at your shower- not so lucky for you that Maria had banished your future husband from attending an event for your own wedding.

“I honestly may have to take you up on that. Steve must have needed an ego boost when I let him pick what he wanted to do while you and Connie were at the shower because he knows I can’t golf for shit.” Javi’s overdramatic sigh and roll of his eyes was enough to make you break into a little giggle, turning your head enough to press a quick kiss onto his cheek before reaching your hand under his chin, giving his jaw a little jiggle. “It’ll go by fast, Osita, I promise. And then, when we get home,” he paused, pressing another kiss into your shoulder and up towards your neck, digging his fingers a little tighter into your sides as he rasped into your ear, “I’ll take as much time as you want to destress you.”

“As much time as I want? Bold of you to assume that the dog is gonna give us that long.” You snickered as a happy Bear trotted into your bathroom right on cue, his tail loudly thumping against the bathroom cabinets from his happy wags as he wedged himself between you and Javi.

The newest furry member of your household had been a well loved addition, but if there was one thing Bear had no concept of, it was privacy. Your dog had become a constant shadow to you and Javi anywhere and everywhere in your house, including your in your bedroom, even when you were, well, not sleeping. It hadn’t helped that Javi had already formed such a soft spot for Bear, and had let him on your bed from the moment he stepped foot into the apartment, and now, your dog and his clingy personality had become a new obstacle to try and navigate in your sex life.

“Someone needs to tell his dad that he’ll survive if he gets left out of the bedroom for a half hour, huh? That he’s adorable, but that he can be a little cockblock, can’t he?” Squatting down next to Bear, you wrapped your hands around his face, scratching behind his ears as you mockingly serenaded him, raising an eyebrow at Javi.

“He just sounds so sad when he whines and he’s trapped outside the door.” Javi grumbled, kneeling down to join you, patting Bear’s stomach, now much thicker and fuller than it was a few weeks ago after you had first brought him home, skinny and neglected from his lack of care from his previous owners.

“You say trapped like we're kicking him out to the streets when we close the door on him. He’s adorable and sweet, but he’s a dog, Jav, he’ll be okay.” You smirked, playfully scolding Javi as you peppered Bear’s head with kisses, making his tail thump even harder as it wagged back and forth. “Tell your dad you’ll be just fine, won’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” Javi groaned, knowing damn well you were right, even though he couldn’t bring himself to admit he had become an absolute softie for your new dog. “Alright, Hermosa, we gotta get you to this shower before Maria yells at me for making you late.” Pushing his hands against his knees, Javi let out a little grunt as he pushed himself back up to stand, checking the time on the silver watch wrapped around his wrist.

“Wow, so eager to get rid of me, you must really be excited to go get your ass kicked in golf.” You teased, now following suit and straightening out your dress as you stood, throwing your arms around Javi’s neck, pressing up on your tiptoes to plant a little kiss on his lips. “Sure you don’t want me to golf for you?”

“I’m sure, you dork.”

After Javi had insisted on giving Bear more than his fair share of treats before the two of you left for the day, you were on the road to Maria’s, Javi insisting that he drop you off, instead of letting you take the treacherous 2 minute drive by yourself. As you drove down Maria’s street, you couldn’t help but smile at the memory of walking up to her house for an end of the school year party almost exactly a year ago. A party that had ultimately turned a handsome stranger from the Laredo Sheriff's department into your future husband, now sitting in the driver’s seat on the way to your bridal shower. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself at the irony, leaning your head over onto Javi’s broad shoulder as you pulled up to Maria’s house.

“What’s up, Osita?” Javi asked, a twinge of confusion in his voice at the content and calm of your demeanor as the two of you arrived at the event that you had been seemingly dreading for days.

“I just- It was probably a year ago to the day the last time that we were at Maria’s house. Crazy to think that a year later we’re getting married and here for my bridal shower. I don’t know, a year ago I never would have thought I would have met someone I love so much, let alone be getting married, building a house, owning a dog, I- I’m just really happy that the department made you come to do that stupid presentation. You’ve made this year the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love you, Jav.”

A tender silence hung in the air as Javi leaned over the center console, gently bringing his palm to cup the side of your face, his thumb tracing circles along your cheek, letting his sweet brown eyes lock with yours as a soft smile spread across his face. “I love you too, Osita.” His words barely left his mouth above a whisper, bringing his lips to yours. The two of you could have stayed like this forever, lost in the moment of your love for each other, but unfortunately, the world had other plans.

“JAVIER. DIOS MIO. CAN YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER FOR 3 SECONDS?” Maria shouted, banging at the driver’s side window, the aggressive thumps of her hand against the glass making the two of you practically jump out of your skin.

“Jesus Fucking Christ….” Javi whispered, clutching his hand over his chest, trying to steady his heart rate back to normal, the two of you looking at each other in pure terror.

“If you’re going to drop her off and make a scene in my driveway, the least you can do is help an old woman out before you leave, Javier!” Maria demanded, still rapping her knuckles against the glass, the two of you trying to keep from dying of embarrassment as you exited out of the car.

“Sorry Maria…” The two of you grimaced, still trying to avoid direct eye contact with her before she decided to scold you more.

“Chucho is right, you two are no worse than a pair of teenagers. Come on, we only have an hour before everyone arrives and I need you and that wildly blonde haired boy to help me move chairs.” Shaking her head in disappointment, Maria was already halfway up the driveway and into the house as you and Javi trailed behind her, glancing at each other in confusion as to who she was referring to, until you noticed the Murphy’s car parked on the side of the street, realizing that Steve and Connie must have beaten you there.

Before you even had a chance to make it a foot into the house, you were greeted by an overbearing swarm of people rushing to say hello and give you a hug, already feeling overwhelmed 30 seconds into the start of your shower, and these were all people you knew. Your mom was the first to make her way through the crowd, squeezing you in a death grip hug, even though you had just seen her last night after picking her up from the airport and dropping her off at her hotel.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe the day is almost here! My baby girl is finally getting married! Ugh, you look beautiful sweetheart!” Your mom beamed, planting a chaste kiss on your cheek before making her way over to Javi, squeezing him just as hard. “C’mere, don’t think that you get to escape hugs from me too, Javi.” Javi looked over at you, trying his best not to laugh at everyone’s dramatics, knowing how stressed you already were, and that no one’s overly excited attitude was doing you any favors.

“Ouch on the finally there, Mom. What do you need help with?” You asked, noticing that your mom had been holding on to Javi for a touch longer than what was probably appropriate while everyone else continued to hustle and bustle around Maria’s house.

“Does he always smell that good? God, I wished your father smelled like that, the man smells like a sweaty sock. Javi, what kind of cologne do you-”

“Mom! Jesus Christ.” You interjected, burying your hands in your face.

“Sorry, sorry! Honey, you don’t need to help with anything, it’s your shower!” Your mom swatted her hand at you, shaking her head in disbelief that you would ask to help, even though she knew better than anyone it was not in your nature to sit back on the sidelines and let other people do the work for you.

“Why don’t you come help me set up decorations?” A soft voice replied behind you, making you whip your head around as their hand rested on your shoulder.

“Connie!” You grinned, throwing her arms around her, relieved to find someone who wasn’t going to drive you absolutely crazy for the next hour of party prep. “It’s so good to see you, thank you so much for coming!”

“Hey, Sweetheart!” a lower voice grunted from behind a stack of folding chairs making its way to the backyard.

“Wow, Maria put you to work too, Steve? Yikes, she’s running a tight ship around here.” You and Connie snickered as Steve set down his stack of chairs, revealing his already sweaty and frustrated face, considering Maria had probably made him carry 6 trips worth of seats up and down the stairs since he and Connie had arrived.

“You’re tellin’ me. Hey, make yourself useful and pick up some of these chairs, lazy ass. Sooner we get this set up, the sooner I kick your butt at golf.” Steve smirked, gesturing over at Javi, still standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips.

“In that case, I’m taking one chair at a time.” Javi sighed, pressing a quick kiss to your temple in stride towards Steve, giving him a swift hug and a pat on the back before being interrupted by a shrill and demanding voice.

“JAVIER. I HEARD THAT. IF I DON’T SEE YOU WITH A STACK OF CHAIRS IN YOUR HANDS THE NEXT TIME YOU’RE OUTSIDE, IT’D BETTER BE BECAUSE YOU ARE DEAD.” Maria shouted from across the house, making everyone’s faces freeze in fear.

“You heard the woman. Chop, chop, Peña.” Steve chuckled to himself before passing off half of the chairs over to Javi, and walking towards the back of the house as Javi picked up his share, begrudgingly trailing behind Steve.

“Alright, we should probably get to work on decorations before Maria finds us standing around for too long. I know you’re the bride, but I have a feeling that holds very little value to her until everything is set up.” Connie shrugged, nodding towards the backyard where the shower was being held.

“You’re definitely right, and I would prefer to live through my bridal shower in order to make it to my actual wedding.”

With all of the helping hands around the house, and Maria’s commanding dictatorship over shower setup, all of you had finished with time to spare, leaving your mom and co-workers to happily chat and gossip amongst themselves as you and Connie found your way to say goodbye to Steve and Javi, one of whom was looking much more excited about departing for golf than the other.

“Have fun, ladies. Any last words for your future husband before I absolutely obliterate him on the golf course?” Steve snickered, giving Javi a soft punch on the shoulder.

“Shut the fuck up, Murph.” Javi groaned, rolling his eyes as he braced himself for the next 3 hours of harassment from his former partner.

“Don’t be too hard on him, okay Steve? He gets grumpy when he loses, so just a reasonable amount of ass whooping, nothing too drastic.” You teased, now playfully punching on the other side of his arm, you, Steve, and Connie laughing to yourselves at Javi’s fed up frown.

“Says the one who literally pouted for hours after insisting we play "Sorry" and then she lost.” Javi smugly murmured, raising an eyebrow at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well someone wasn’t very sorry about it, were they… You know what, Steve? I changed my mind, go ahead and kick his ass for me.” A mischievous grin grew across your face, bursting out into giggles as Javi flung his arms around you, giving you a squeeze and shaking you in his grasp.

“Pendejo. Alright, you need anything else before I go get my ass kicked, Hermosa?” Javi asked, pressing a kiss into your hair. You were about to speak, but stopped yourself for a moment, looking Javi up and down, admiring how handsome he looked in the khakis and navy blue polo he had picked out this morning. You’d been so worried and worked up about the day that you hadn’t really had a chance to get a good look at him until now, and God, part of you wished you hadn’t taken the time to really take it all in as he stood next to you. You knew there was nothing you could really do about it now, but that wasn’t about to stop you from at least getting a little taste.

“Uh yeah, I uh- actually um, I uh, I scraped my finger earlier on one of the banners I was setting up and I think I got a papercut. I forgot to ask Maria about it earlier, but um, can you show me where the bandaids are upstairs again?” You tried your best to sound as casual as possible, but Javi knew just as well as you that there was no way in hell that you actually needed a bandaid. His brow scrunched in a slight confusion, head cocked to the side as if to say “I think I know where this is going and I’m not really sure it’s going to work” before giving you a little shrug, gesturing up towards the bathroom at the top of the stairwell, trying to keep his smug grin hidden between his lips.

“Yeah, I uh- here, let me show you where they are and I can get you one before we go.” Before Steve or Connie could even muster a word in protest, Javi was already dragging you halfway up the stairs, barely letting you make it to the top of the stairway before closing the bathroom door behind you.

“Band Aid, really? That was the best you could come up with?” Javi laughed under his breath, letting his hands roam down your sides and under the hem of your dress as his fingers dug into the meat of your ass, the heat of his breath tickling your skin where his lips met your neck, gently sucking at your pulse point, making a tiny moan escape from your mouth.

“I needed to come up with something to get you alone for long enough to give you a proper goodbye before you left.”

“And a Band Aid was the way to do that?”

“Oh shut up.” You giggled, draping your arms over Javi’s neck, letting your hands roam through the curls at the nape of his neck before pulling him in tighter to let his lips crash into yours with an electric intensity, his fingertips gripping deeper into your flesh.

“I don’t think-” Javi muttered between kisses, “I don’t think a bandaid is gonna buy us enough time to do anything, Hermosa.”

“I know. I just needed this. Just needed to kiss your stupidly handsome face. I needed something before you left me to fend for myself. Plus,” you paused, pulling back to see the lovestruck grin spread between Javi’s cheeks, “only fair that I get a chance to recreate our first kiss.” You snickered, gesturing to the interior of Maria’s bathroom, where you had found yourself with Javi almost a year ago to the day, your lips meeting for the first time as you sat on the ledge of the sink after Javi had came to your aid when a shattered beer bottle had landed in your leg.

“Fuck, I forgot our first kiss was in Maria’s bathroom. Real fucking smooth of me, huh?” Javi grumbled, rolling his eyes at his past self for letting your first kiss be in the bathroom of his Mom’s best friend’s house.

“Smooth enough for me to wanna marry you, so I guess it all worked out okay, didn’t it?” You teased, planting one last kiss on his lips before shooting him a wink and slipping out the bathroom, your face warm and tingly from the rush of excitement tucked away with Javi in your impromptu makeout session. Javi ran his hand over his face, taking a moment to try and compose himself, shaking his head to himself in shock and delight at how he found himself falling more and more in love with you every day.

“Okay, uh- sorry, sorry about that. Just didn’t wanna have to bother Maria for anything.” You sighed, darting your eyes away from Steve and Connie, their arms crossed against their chest with almost comically smug smirks on their faces as they watched you shuffle back down the stairs, Javi reluctantly trailing behind you.

“Yeah? How’d that bandaid work out for ya?” Steve smiled with a shit eating grin, nodding to your hands, neither of them with a bandaid anywhere in sight. You let out a gulp, trying to quickly tuck your hands behind your back, your cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment. “Goddamn, you two gonna make it 3 hours without touching each other, or am I gonna have to bring him back here after hole 4 for a mid-round makeout?”

“Jesus Christ, Murph, really?.” Javi grumbled, rolling his eyes. “Bye, love you. Have fun and I’ll see you soon.” Leaned over, snaking his arm around your waist to plant one last kiss in your hair.

“Not soon enough, apparently…”

“Murphy…”

“Stop makin’ out and I’ll stop givin’ you shit.”

“Touche…” You muttered under your breath, just loud enough to make the 4 of you burst into laughter, easing the uncomfortable tension that you had brought upon yourself from your antics. “Love you too, have fun getting your ass kicked.”

“Yes, yes, out, out, out! It’s only 10 minutes until guests arrive and your truck is taking up all the room in the driveway! Out!” Stampeding into the living room, Maria waved her hands at the boys, quite literally shooing them out of the house after overhearing your goodbyes. Giving a quick wave to Javi as Maria kicked him and Steve to the curb, you caught Javi’s head whipping around for one last glance at you before you left, giving you a once over with his eyes and a soft smile on his face as the front door shut behind him.

Truth be told, your shower ended up being way less painful than you expected it would be. In all honesty, it was actually somewhat enjoyable. The fact that your mom, co-workers, and Connie had put into helping everyone come together to celebrate you filled your heart with so much more joy than you could have predicted- your friends and family had bought you and Javi so many more gifts than you knew what to do with, had so many kind things to say about the two of you, and Connie had even gone out of her way to make sure that there were fun games planned for everyone to keep the need for constant socialization at bay. It really had ended up being a fun afternoon, even if it meant having to answer the same questions about your wedding, house and honeymoon plans more times than you could count.

Javi, on the other hand, could not have been having a worse time on the golf course, getting his ass thoroughly handed to him by Steve hole after hole, wondering to himself how anyone could bring themself to genuinely enjoy the torture that had been the past two and a half hours of hacking his club into chunks of grass and loosing his golf balls in the brush. The only consoling factor was that Javi was grateful to spend time with Steve, even if it meant being berated by endless questions from him on top of his painful performance while he played.

“You feelin’ ready for the big day?” Steve grunted, after smacking his driver against his ball from the tee box, Javi relieved that the pair were finally on the 9th and final hole.

“Yeah, I mean- Oh fuck me-” Javi grumbled, hitting his club and watching his ball fly into a patch of trees, the opposite direction of where he was trying to aim for, “I still can’t believe I’m getting married.”

“You and me both, Jav. I never thought I’d live to see the fuckin’ day, that’s for damn sure. Javier Peña, a married man.” Steve chuckled, slipping his club into his golf bag as Javi followed behind, grabbing what must have been the 57th golf ball from his bag this round.

“Shut the fuck up, Murph.” Javi chuckled, shaking his head at his friends’ jab, the two of them hopping into the golf cart together to try and scavenge for Javi’s long lost ball.

“I’m just given’ you shit, Jav. I’m fuckin’ happy for you man. Really happy. She’s a great girl. Best thing that’s ever happened to your sorry ass, I’ll tell you that much. Guess you don’t have to worry about really followin’ through this time?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re actually gonna get married this time? You’re not leavin’ her at the altar like Lorraine, huh?” As Steve laughed to himself, Javi could practically feel his stomach drop, his heart beginning to race as a wave of terrible guilt and panic washed over him at his friend’s ironic question.

To his own shock and surprise, Javi hadn’t thought about his last lack of a wedding once since the two of you had gotten engaged. He had been so head over heels excited to spend the rest of his life with you, that the failures of his past engagement had been tucked far away in the back of his mind. But then again, no one had been so gracious as to bring up the knife to the chest that was leaving Lorraine at the altar, and no one had been so gracious as to bring it up in classic Steve Murphy fashion.

Javi could audibly hear himself gulp, his heartbeat pounding so loud he could hear it ringing in his ears as the terrible reality of the past he had so glady forgotten about met him in a head on collision, instantly re-opening all of the cuts and wounds he had finally managed to sew together.

The last time he almost got married, Javier Peña had astronomically fucked up the lives of every last person who cared about him, leaving nothing but chaos and heartbreak in his wake.

Rationally, Javi could tell himself that his upcoming wedding was the polar opposite of everything that was once planned between him and Lorraine. Javi couldn’t have cared less about Lorraine. From the moment he had wearily accepted his fate, he had dreaded every moment of his future from that point on. But you were not Lorraine.

Javi loved you.

Javi cared about you.

Javi wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with you and give you everything in the world you could possibly want.

But, one mention of that 8 letter name had Javi’s brain flooding with every single doubt, regret, and painful memory of his past that he had fought so hard to forget. It had his mind reeling with every uncomfortable feeling of remembering the man he had been before you had come into his life and changed him for the better. He knew he was a better man. A stronger man. A man who was worthy of the love and compassion you had shown him from the moment you two had met.

Or was he?

“Earth to Javi? Hello? Anyone home?” Waving his hand in front of Javi’s face, Steve stared at Javi in confusion as to why it seemed like his friend had suddenly become lost in his own world as they pulled up to the patch of trees where his ball had most likely landed.

“Uh yeah, uh- what, sorry, um, what did you say?” Javi asked, visibly trying to shake the thoughts from his head, painfully scrunching his face and running his hand through his hair before looking back over at Steve.

“I asked if you were gonna go get the ball or if you just wanted to add to your +200 score and drop one here instead. Hey, you okay, man?” Steve questioned, pausing for a moment before asking the later half of his statement, seeing the color flushed from Javi’s face.

“Uh, yeah- Yeah, sorry, I just, I’m good. I’ll um, I’ll just drop a ball.” Javi muttered half to himself as he stepped out of the cart, barely paying attention enough to even remember what in the world he was even looking for in his golf bag.

If Javi wasn’t already thankful to be on the last hole before Steve’s comment, he sure as hell was now, mindlessly whacking his golf club with no regard as to how his ball made it to the green. Any thoughts about golf, let alone any previous attempts to even try to play well had now flown out the window, creeping thoughts of self doubt and resentment crawling through Javi’s mind. The rest of the round and the entire car ride back to Maria’s were spent in an internal battle ranging in Javi’s brain, the fight between the man he used to be and the man he’d thought he’d become rearing its ugly head with a painful intensity that absolutely felt like it was consuming him whole.

Steve, who was just as oblivious to his friend’s distraught state as he was to the idiocracy of his sarcastic question, had chalked Javi’s quiet and somber mood up to being an overly sore loser after getting mercilessly crushed at golf. Little did he know that his one silly comment had sent Javi spiraling down a trail of crushing self-doubt.

As the pair pulled into the driveway and made their way to the backyard where a few straggling party goers still lingered, trying to monopolize their time with you to get the details of your upcoming plans for the future. Being the attentive and patient person that you were, you were trying your hardest to seem enthused and engaged with in the conversation with who you thought was Javi’s Aunt’s Cousin (at this point, you had been introduced to so many new people, you were questioning your own name), but it wasn’t long before your future husband’s big, broad body entering the backyard had you more than distracted, your face instantly lighting up at the sight of him. Peeking over his Aunt’s cousin (or cousin’s aunt, you weren’t really sure) shoulder, you bit down on your lip to try and contain your excitement, letting a little wave shake from your hand in his direction.

Javi wished that your sweet smile and beautiful self were enough to snap him out of his funk, to see how you beamed in excitement just at the sight of him and shot him that lovestruck look he’d never get sick of- but for some twisted reason, it only made him feel worse.

You were everything- kind, smart, funny, the most breathtaking woman he’d ever seen. But what was he? Tired? Broken? A shitty guy who had done even shitter things, who had left nothing but destruction in his path for years and years, with no regard for who it hurt, or even worse, left for dead? How was he supposed to give you everything you deserved when he sure as fuck didn’t deserve you?

Before you had even said a word to him, you could already sense something was off about Javi’s demeanor that was due to more than just losing to Steve in golf. Even from across the backyard, his forced smile and tired brown eyes had a worried pit swirling in the bottom of your stomach, politely excusing yourself from your conversation to make your way over to Javi.

“Hi! You guys have fun at golf? Steve didn’t kick your ass too bad?” You grinned, wrapping your arms around Javi’s waist, pressing up on your toes to plant a kiss on his lips, his mouth barely ghosting over yours in return.

“Yeah, it was um- yeah, it was fine.” Javi nodded, trying to make a smile appear between his pursed lips. “How was the shower? You uh, you ready for Steve and I to start putting things in the truck to bring over to the new house?”

You immediately frowned in response, cocking your head in confusion at him. “Yeah, it was great, but hey, are- are you okay? You seem really off, like more than just Steve kicking your ass at golf off. Did something happen?”

“No, I’m- yeah, I’m good, Hermosa.” Javi’s eyes darted towards the ground, trying his best to stifle his sigh before another fake smile spread across his face, his response making you even more concerned than you were before, seeing he was clearly lying to you. As much as you wanted to problem solve right then and there to figure out what had Javi so distressed, the calls of one of the last groups of party goers wanting to say their goodbyes rang across the backyard, you flashing them a quick smile and a wave to signal you’d be over in a second. Before you could try and get anything else out of Javi, he had already backed himself away from your hands still tangled around his waist, nodding towards the group of women who were not so patiently waiting for you. “Go say goodbye, I’ll start loading stuff up.”

“Um, I- uh, yeah, o-okay. Thanks.” You murmured, half to yourself, as Javi had already begun to walk away to find Steve to help him start carrying things out to the car, leaving you more anxious and confused with every passing second.

With goodbyes finished, and decor and party setup cleaned up just as fast as Maria had demanded it to be put up, you and Javi made your way to your now packed car, followed by Connie and Steve, who had asked to see the progress on your new house while they were in town. You figured you’d kill two birds with one stone, inviting them over and having them help to unload gifts in the same trip, but now, given the strangely somber mood that Javi couldn’t seem to shake, you really wished it was just the two of you so you could figure out what the hell was going on.

You and Javi piled into his truck, Steve and Connie hopping into theirs and following you down Maria’s street towards your new house. A stark silence filled the car, praying to yourself that maybe Javi just wanted to be alone before he said anything about his current state, but 5 minutes down the road without a single word falling from his lips, you had a devastating feeling that wasn’t going to be the case.

Your leg bounced against the seat, fingers nervously drumming in your lap, letting out a quiet sigh to yourself before looking over at Javi and mustering up the courage to try and interrogate.

“Sooooo, golf was fun? I love ya, but I think it’s probably safe to assume Steve won?” You quietly snickered, trying your best to stay nonchalant.

“Yeah, it was good, Steve won, but that’s no surprise because I suck at golf.” Javi mumbled to himself, barely glancing your direction from behind the yellow tinted aviators perched on the bridge of his nose. Normally, if either of you had something that self-deprecating to say, it was at least followed by some sort of a joke or laugh, but his comment ended with nothing but a stoic silence as his hands gripped tighter around the steering wheel.

“Hey, babe, it’s okay, you don’t ever golf, so it’s hard to expect yourself to be good at something you rarely ever do.” You reached over to grab his arm to reassure him, that unsettling and anxious pit beginning to grow in your stomach again with the way Javi was acting. All he could muster was a half hearted huff in response, signaling to you that whatever was happening was much bigger than a poor game of golf.

“Javi… Baby, what’s going on? Did something happen with Steve?”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s clearly not nothing, Jav. Did I do something wrong?”

“No, I told you, it’s fine.”

“Javi, it obviously isn’t fine if this is the way you’re acting about it. Why won’t you talk to me about it? I just wanna-”

“I told you, it’s fine, okay!? Jesus, I don’t need you to solve all my problems.”

Oh.

You and Javi had been in arguments before, hell, you’d been in fights before, but never once in the time that you’d known him, had Javi snapped at you like this. You could practically feel yourself recoiling in your seat from the harsh tone of his voice, fighting back the tears that had instantly begun welling in your eyes. You could feel your heart in your throat, choking down a heavy gulp as your lip quivered to try and keep from crying.

What had gone so wrong that Javi was acting like this?

You wish you had it in you to dig it out of him, but as you pulled up the driveway of your new home, Steve and Connie right behind you, ready for a tour, the best you could muster was a quiet, “O-okay.” As soon as the car was in park, Javi was unbuckling his seatbelt and slamming the door behind him, leaving you behind in the car, trying everything in your power to not become a startled, sobbing mess.

Wiping away the wetness pooling behind your eyelids, you swiped the back of your hand against your cheeks, taking a few deep breaths before following behind, mustering up as much courage as you could to keep your cool for however long Steve and Connie were planning to stick around before heading back to San Antonio.

You had hoped that Steve and Connie hadn't picked up on the palpable tension brewing between you and Javi, trying your best to put on a brave face as you paraded the Murphy’s through your nearly completed house. To be quite honest, you couldn’t have recalled anything that had happened in the time that they were there, your mind racing in torment as you watched Javi brood around your new home, barely saying a word to you, let alone make any eye contact, or look in your general direction.

As the four of you made your way upstairs, your attention was finally caught by the low lull of Steve’s laughter as he situated himself between you and Javi, grabbing you both by the shoulders and shaking you in his grasp.

“Well I’ll be damned. Y’all got enough rooms up here to house half a baseball team! You want that many kids driving ya nuts, huh?” Steve chuckled, making his way down the hallway, peeking into the empty bedrooms of your 2nd story.

“Steve!” Connie scolded, slapping the back of her hand against Steve’s stomach for his comment.

“What?! I’m just sayin’! I thought y’all would want like, 2, but there’s enough room for way more than that. I mean, I guess you two are fuckin’ goin’ at it like rabbits all the time, so I can’t really be shocked.”

“Steven Edward Murphy! Jesus Christ!” Connie snapped, shooting Steve a dangerous glare, aggressively raising an eyebrow at her husband as she gestured towards you and Javi.

“No, it’s okay, we don’t know for sure how many we want, but we figured if we had the space we’d add the rooms and even if they’re not bedrooms, they’ll still get used.” You had it in you enough to force a half smile across your face, flashing it at Steve and Connie before looking over at Javi.

While you hadn’t expected much of a response from him given the current situation, what you weren’t expecting was the panic stricken look painting Javi from head to toe.

If you weren’t already worried out of your mind about what the fuck was going on with Javi, you sure as fuck were now.

“Uh, I um- yeah.”

Those were the only words Javi was able to choke out through the audible thumps pounding in his chest as his face went ghost white, eyes peeled to the ground.

“See, Steve? You’re making them uncomfortable! You have absolutely no filter, I swear! I’m so sorry, you guys!” Connie frantically apologized, giving Steve another hardy slap in the stomach, making him wince.

“I’m just jokin’, Jesus Christ, sorry!” Steve grumbled, holding up his hands in defense from his wife’s accusation, sheepishly looking over at you and Javi with a little shrug.

“No, it’s uh- no, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You had given up on trying to be convincing at this point, your voice quietly shaking as you stared at Javi, now looking like a terrified, ragged shell of himself.

What the fuck was going on? Did Javi want to wait to have kids? Did he not want to have that many? Was he having second thoughts about kids all together? Fuck, was he having second thoughts about getting married? He’s literally never acted like this before. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You were sure at this point, you probably looked just as much of a mess as Javi did, letting your thoughts race wildly throughout your brain, the silence now lingering between the four of you now seemed to feel deafening, Connie beginning to pick up on the uneasiness festering between you and Javi and knowing she had enough common sense for her and Steve to pick up her cue to see herself out.

“Well, still, I’m sorry. We should probably get going anyways, we told the sitter we’d be back around 6 so we should probably hit the road. Thank you so much for the tour! The shower was beautiful and I’m so glad I could be there for it. We’ll see you guys for the big day soon! Just let me know if you need any help with wedding stuff between now and then okay?”

“Uh yeah, yeah of course. Thanks for all your help, Con. I’ll um- I’ll let you know if we need anything.” You stammered as Connie pulled you in for a hug goodbye, followed quickly by Steve, who planted a few pats on your back mid hug.

“Bye sweetheart, thanks for letting me steal this asshole for golf today. See y’all when you’re gettin’ ready to get hitched! Adios, loser.” Steve chuckled as he pulled away from your hug to tug Javi into another, giving him an even harder pat on the back before letting Connie say her goodbyes as well.

“Do you want me to walk you guys down to your-”

“Nah, we’ll find our way out, no worries. Bye lovebirds, see ya soon.” Steve grinned, giving the both of you one last wave farewell before disappearing down the stairs, their hushed bickers about Steve’s unnecessary comments quietly trailing behind them. Before you could even get a word out to Javi now that the two of you were alone, he was already halfway down the stairs behind the Murphy’s, not even bothering to look back at you as he mumbled under his breath.

“I’m gonna get the gifts out of the car and go sit outside.”

“Jav, wait, I-”

You could feel the lump beginning to swell in your throat, your bottom lip trembling with tears welling in your eyes as you watched Javi storm down the stairs without even so much as an attempt to care about what you had to say, leaving you with nothing but yourself and 5 empty bedrooms that now had you questioning everything you thought you knew about your future with Javi. You felt your body begin to collapse like a sad pile of jello as you melted into a sobbing puddle on the floor, bringing your knees to your chest as you cried into the flowy fabric of your dress, leaving wet stains behind from your tears. Your breaths were rapid and shaky with each muffled sob, trying to rationally grasp on to something, anything, as to why Javi was acting this way. But the more the gears frantically turned in your brain, the more irrational and terrifying your thoughts became.

This all happened so fucking fast. It’s only been a year since I’ve known him. Is he realizing it’s too much? Am I too much? This was all too fucking good to be true, wasn’t it, you fucking idiot.

Taking a few more minutes to collect yourself enough to at least stop full on sobbing, you wiped your wet cheeks with the back of your palm, inhaling a trembling deep breath as you mustered up every ounce of courage you could find to face whatever fate was waiting for you downstairs with Javi.

Each step down the stairs felt heavier than the last, leaving your fingers anxiously drumming against your legs as you saw Javi’s broad body hunched over the side of the unfinished back patio, staring out to the tall grass of your backyard swaying in the warm summer breeze. If it were any other time, you would have rushed up behind him, wrapping your body around his back and attacking him with kisses until the two of you were wound up in a fit of laughter and giggles, happily tangled in each other's bodies.

Right now, you were terrified to even step too close to him.

Carefully and quietly sliding open the glass door to the porch, you prayed with every bone in your body you weren’t going to do anything that set Javi off enough to even let you attempt to have a conversation with him about what was going on. The new wood softly creaked under your shoes, making Javi turn his head just enough to acknowledge your presence as you wearily approached him. Taking one more deep breath, you opened your mouth to speak, but with your jaw hanging open, Javi’s words filled the stark silence before yours could.

“I don’t know if we should get married.”

Fuck.

You could practically feel your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach, like the weight of 1,000 bricks had been dropped on your body all at once, hearing that come out of his mouth. You could have mentally tried to brace yourself for a lot of things, but hearing Javi tell you he didn't want to get married anymore sure as hell wasn't one of them.

“Javi, I- baby, what- I don’t- I don’t-”

“Why the fuck do you even wanna marry me?”

Your brows scrunched in pain and confusion at the sharp tone of his words, desperate to try and understand what point he was trying to prove in this gut wrenching game he seemed to be playing.

“Because I- Javi, I- Javi I love you, that’s why.” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you sat down next to him on the edge of the porch, leaning over enough to see the tears glistening down his cheeks, his eyes red and puffy as he tried to stifle the sobs rumbling in his chest. He shook his head back and forth before his gaze fell into his lap.

“You shouldn’t love me.”

“Javi… what the fuck are you talking about?” you plead, feeling the pain and hurt creeping through your body as you watched the tears he was so desperately trying to fight. With a scornful scoff, Javi shook his head, pressing against his knees to stand, taking a few paces around the porch, burying his hands in his face, his words muffled and muted by his palms covering his mouth.

“What the fuck am I- I’m not- I’m not what you deserve. I don’t understand how you don’t fucking see that.”

You followed suit, bringing yourself to stand with your arms crossed tightly across your chest, staring at Javi in bewilderment, biting down on your tongue so hard to keep from bursting into tears you thought you were going to make it bleed. You could feel the storm of pain, anger and confusion brewing deep in the pit of your stomach, your body numb and mind blank.

“Javier. What the fuck is going on? I don’t understand why-”

“Because last time I was gonna get married I fucked up everything. For everyone. I hurt everyone I cared about. I went half way around the world and I spent a decade fucking things up even more. How do you know I’m not gonna fuck everything up again? I love you too much to let it happen to you. The thought of ever hurting you even half as I much as I’ve hurt anyone else because of my choices fucking kills me. I can’t do it. I can’t hurt you like I’ve hurt everyone else. I’d never fucking forgive myself. I love you more than anything, Osita. I love you more than anything in the world. You deserve someone who isn’t going to hurt you. Someone who will do right by you, by your family, your future children, I just- fuck- I don’t think that person can be me.”

A deafening silence hung in the air as you stared blankly at Javi, tears streaming from his tormented brown eyes, his body trembling with devastation and regret. You had no doubt your body mirrored his as the guilt and heartbreak flooded you from head to toe, wondering how in the world you had ever let the man you loved and cared about more than anything feel like he wasn’t enough for you.

You wished you could speak- to find the words to tell him that he was your everything, the glue that had put you back together when you were convinced there was nothing else that could mend the broken mess that you had become. You wished you could express to him that there was no one on the face of this earth that you would rather spend the rest of your life with than him- that there was no one else you wanted by your side through every moment of your life, the good, the bad and the ugly, more than him. You wished there was a way to tell him that you loved him more than anything, but in that moment, all you could do was grab him and wrap your arms around his waist, squeezing him as tightly as your body would let you, letting your wet face rest against the familiar warmth of his chest as you whispered into the soft fabric of his shirt.

“Javier Peña, you’re the only person it could be.”

You could feel his chest begin to rumble with heavy sobs as his arms draped around you, pulling you against his body so closely, it was like his life depended on it, like he couldn’t bear the thought of ever letting you go again. One arm stayed wrapped around your back as the other slid up the back of your neck, his broad palm cradling your head in his grasp, his fingers practically digging into your skin to keep you close as the two of you let yourselves do nothing but hold each other in your teary silence.

You let one of your hands reach up towards Javi’s face, cupping his jaw and forcing his gaze back on to you, as your thumb traced back and forth along his cheek, wiping away the wetness that had been welling in his eyes.

“I need you to listen to me, okay?” You asked, waiting until you felt Javi’s head gently nod up and down in understanding in your palm before you continued, “The man you were before doesn’t scare me. If it did, I would have been gone a long time ago. The man you were before has turned you into the man that you’ve become. The man that I want to spend everyday with for the rest of my life. Every good day, every bad day, every painful, hard and shitty day, and every day in between. And I promise that I will spend every last one of those days until the day I die trying my best to convince you that you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And if I die trying, then so be it. I love you, Javi. Don’t you ever think for a second that there is anyone out there that I want to spend the rest of my life with more than you, and I won’t ever let you forget it.”

It was only moments before both of Javi’s hands were cradling your face, gently trembling as they cupped your soft, wet skin as you locked eyes with his, watching his face shift from terrified to bewildered, thinking he must have misheard what you had just said to him.

“Osita, I-”

“Promise me.”

“Promise you what?”

“Promise me that you believe me. Promise me that you know I love you more than anything.”

There was a part of Javi’s brain that wished he could find something to prove that he couldn’t. To prove he wasn’t worthy of keeping the promise you had made to him. To convince himself that he had no reason to believe he was worthy of the love you had given him.

But the truth was, for the first time that he could remember, as he looked down at you, the woman who had taken his life and forever changed it for the better, who had helped to heal him in ways he didn’t know he needed, who had cared for him in ways he never thought he deserved, and who had stood by him even as you learned about the ugliest parts of him he never thought he’d forgive himself for, Javier Peña finally realized he had learned what it was like to be worthy of love.

You had made him realize he was worthy of being loved.

A small gulp slid down his throat between his shaky breaths, taking a moment to soak in everything about you, before letting his lips ghost across yours as a quiet whisper left his mouth.

“I promise.”

And just like that, his lips crashed into yours with a ferocious and tender passion, soaking in every ounce of the sweet flavor of you, a taste he knew he would never tire of, one that he craved like nothing else.

“I love you, Osita. Fuck, I love you so much.” Javi moaned between your kisses, praying with every bone in his body you knew how much he meant it.

“I love you too, Javi.” The hot breath of your words danced across his lips before they were crashing together once again, his tongue swiping between your parted mouths as he ran his hand down your back and around your waist, pulling you so close you were convinced your bodies were going to melt into one as you pressed against his broad chest, now needily grasping at fist fulls of his shirt.

In that moment, it was like the two of you could feel something in the air change. The tension lifting, the frustrated fog fading, the both of you desperately needing the other to know how much you loved them. The Javi you knew and loved had come back, returning home to you. All of the fear and sadness was replaced by a rampant desperation to know how much you needed him, almost as much as he needed to show you how hopelessly he craved you, too.

With your bodies still tangled together, your kisses became messier and sloppier as you backed your way towards the door that lead inside, stumbling and trampling over each other’s feet without any regard for where you were headed until you felt your back bump against the kitchen island, the rounded edges of the countertop stopping you in your tracks as Javi caged you between his broad figure and the island.

Both of your hands were now feverishly roaming across each other’s bodies before Javi had run his hands down your thighs, hoisting you up to sit on the countertop, planting hot, wet kisses across your neck and collarbone while his fingers crept under the hem of your dress, his palms sliding up and down your legs, digging his fingers into your flesh.

“Javi…” You whimpered, letting your eyes close and head fall back as he sucked at your pulse point, leaving you with one hand bracing yourself against the edge of the counter and the other with your fingers wrapped around the navy fabric of Javi’s shirt, clinging on for dear life.

You eyes opened, and gaze shifted downwards as you felt Javi pull away from your grasp, watching him drop to his knees, slotting himself between your parted legs and kissing the inside of your thighs while his hands tugged at the waistband of your already soaked underwear, hastily shuffling them to fall down your legs and pool at your ankles. His needy kisses up your thighs crept closer and closer to your core as your legs draped over his shoulders, kneeling before you like you were the altar of everything he worshiped as his deep brown eyes looked up at yours, like he was begging for forgiveness for his sins.

“I’m so sorry, Osita. I’m so sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it. Fuck, I love you so much. Let me show me how much I love you. Please, baby. Please let me show you how much I need to be yours.”

Your response was nothing but a ragged moan as you felt his hot breath hovering over your cunt before letting long, flat licks of his tongue drag through your folds, each swipe pressing firmer than the last, lapping up the arousal dripping from your entrance like a sweet nectar. With one hand still white knuckling the edge of the countertop, the other shot down to bury itself in the dark curls of Javi’s thick locks, tugging at ends to find some place to ease your tension as he began to flick and swirl his tongue relentlessly against your clit, lapping you up like a man starved.

“Oh fuck Javi- fuck- you feel so good, baby.” You moaned, raking your fingers along Javi’s scalp as you watched his head bob nestled between your legs, feeling the low hum of satisfaction thrumming in his throat as he began to suck your sensitive bundle of nerves, latching his lips around your clit as his mouth worked feverishly against your cunt. You could already feel the tingle beginning to grow at the base of your spine and spread to your legs as Javi found every sweet spot that he knew made you lose all control, desperate to make you feel how much he needed your love and forgiveness.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Let go for me baby, I’ve got you.” Javi hummed before diving back between your legs, tightening his grip around your thighs as his tongue danced around your clit relentlessly. It wasn’t long before you could feel your orgasm begin to flood your body, pleasure crashing through you as you cried out his name, a death grip clutching around the counter and Javi’s dark locks. Javi worked you through your high, drinking up the juices of your slick as you came, feeling your legs tremble as they stayed slung over his broad shoulders, not stopping until your body was shaking and your whimpers and moans had become so wrecked, he had no choice but to stop to relish in the blissed out, dripping mess he had made you. He would have loved to stay like this forever, watching you become more and more wrecked beneath his tongue, the want, no, need, to be buried inside your heat, getting lost in your wetness and warmth, savoring in the way no one else would ever be able to have you like he did, to know that you were his.

Javi worked in a determined silence, rusting with his belt buckle until the metal clangs of it opening had his pants and boxers in a puddle around his ankles, splaying kisses across your neck as he slid you towards the edge of the counter, his fingers digging into your hips with a bruising intensity. He stroked himself a few times as he lined his cock up with your entrance, guiding his tip through the glistening arousal covering your folds, leaving his dick shiny with your slick as you whimpered into his skin.

“Javi… Please, baby. I need you.” You whimpered, instinctively bucking your hips towards him, desperately craving him to ease the achy emptiness between your legs.

Resting his forehead against yours, the dark, damp curls of his hair brushed your skin, the hot and heavy heat of each of your shaky breaths melting into one another’s as your lips ghosted his, only fully meeting yours to catch the moan that had escaped your mouth as he pushed himself into your heat, letting himself bottom out, his tip brushing against your cervix. You couldn’t help but wrap your legs around the small of his back and drape your arms over his shoulders, desperate to have your bodies needily tangled and intertwined together as you savored in the sweet sting and stretch of his fullness.

He began to rock his hips, letting his cock drag in and out of your cunt, taking his time with each stroke, the movement making you dig your fingernails into the fabric of his shirt stretched over his muscular back, in turn, making the grip he had around your waist even tighter, his fingers buried in the soft flesh of your stomach where his hands had crept under your dress.

The way he punched up into you, perfectly pounding against your g-spot with each thrust, combined with the way the hairs at his base rubbed along your clit, already had the inevitable coil beginning to tighten in your belly. You dug your nails deeper into Javi’s skin, grasping for the damp curls at the nape of his neck, your whimpers growing louder and more desperate with each stroke as you could feel yourself beginning to crumble beneath him.

Each stroke seemed to become deeper and fuller than the last, Javi’s pace now climbing in speed and intensity as he felt your cunt clench tighter and tighter around his cock, knowing that familiar feeling meant you were coming closer to your end. You could barely muster anything but a whimper, your soft pleads and begs going straight to his dick as he slid and out of your wet heat.

“Fuck baby, don’t stop- ahhhh- please don’t stop, I’m so close.”

The lewd sounds of skin hitting skin and low, ragged moans echoed against the bare walls of your unfinished kitchen as Javi fucked deeper and deeper into you, singing sweet, soft praises against your skin between locking your lips with yours.

“Fuck- Dámelo, Hermosa (Give it to me, beautiful). Need to feel you soak my cock before I fuck you full of me. It’s okay mi amor- mierda- té tengo. (my love- shit- I’ve got you.) I’ve always got you. Forever.”

You could feel your legs lock even tighter around Javi’s waist as heat began to bloom in your belly, only needing a few more thrusts as you rolled your hips against his before your mind went blank and vision went white, your orgasm crashing through your body and flooding every inch of you with pleasure so intense, you could feel yourself going limp in his grasp.

“Fuck, Javi, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god-ahhhhhhhh-” You whimpered as Javi fucked you through your high, now desperate to chase his own as his thrusts became rushed and sloppy, pounding into you as your walls gripped around his cock like a vice. Your warmth and wetness consumed him, only needing a few more pumps before he could feel himself following suit, hissing through gritted teeth as incoherent babbles spilled from his lips.

“There it is, baby. Fuck- fuck, you’re so fucking perfect. I love you so much, Osita. Con todo mi corazón. (With my whole heart). Oh fuck- I’m yours forever. Oh shit, I’m gonna cum to, oh fuckkkkkk.”

With one last thrust, Javi finished buried deep inside you, hot ropes of his cum coating your walls as a slick mixture of spend leaked down your thighs, leaving him panting while he slumped into your shoulder, his chest heaving with labored breaths, trying to compose himself. Bracing himself with one palm flat against the counter next to your hip, his other hand reached up to your face, brushing away a piece of stray hair back into place before gently cupping your cheek as he spoke.

“Osita, baby, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you so much. I didn’t mean what I said earlier, I just- fuck- I’ve never been so sure of anything, but when we were at golf today, Steve brought up Lorraine, and I- I just was so scared I was gonna fuck everything up again, and I-”

“Oh God, he brought up Lorraine?! Jesus. I knew it. I knew this was Steve’s fucking fault.” You sighed, quietly laughing to yourself as you shook your head.

“Wait, how did you-”

“Because it just seemed so strange that you were acting like this all of a sudden. You got back from golfing with him and it was like you were a different person. I mean, I’m not gonna lie, I was freaked out and panicking wondering what happened because you’ve never acted like that before. That, and because I love Steve, but he’s an idiot.” The two of you were both now laughing, Javi rubbing his hand over his face before rolling his eyes, wondering to himself how he had really let his friend’s stupid comment get the best of him.

“I’m so sorry, Osita. I should have just ignored it, I just hadn’t thought about it in so long and I was so terrified to mess everything up again. It would kill me to hurt you like that.” His thumb circled around your cheek as he tilted your gaze to meet his, sincerity and remorse swirling in the dark pools of his chocolate brown eyes.

“Javi, listen, if this is moving too fast, or it’s too much for you, I want you to be able to tell me, I understand if-” Before you could finish your sentence, Javi’s lips were planted tenderly against yours, pulling away from your mouth with a goofy grin and satisfied sigh.

“I promise you, I’ve never wanted anything more. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I can’t wait to marry you,” he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss on your cheek, “I can’t wait to live in our new house with you,” he grinned, planting another ticklish kiss on your neck, “I can’t wait until we can finally start filling up these empty rooms with little baby Peñas” Javi chuckled, now peppering kisses all over your body, making you erupt in a fit of laughter and giggles, squirming and flailing in his grasp, playfully swatting at him. “I can’t wait to spend every day for the rest of my life with the most beautiful, amazing woman I’ve ever met.” He smirked, tilting his head to let your mouths meet again, this kiss filled with a tender passion and intensity unmatched by his previous playful ones.

It was the kind of kiss that said all of the things that words couldn’t. The kind of kiss that had butterflies fluttering in your stomach like the first kiss you had shared in Maria’s bathroom almost a year ago. The kind of kiss that made you fall even deeper in love with him, even when you thought you couldn’t.

It was also the kind of kiss where everything else in the world seemed to melt away and make time stand still, a kiss that you could have stayed lost in forever… unless a certain someone hadn’t forgotten his wallet at your house and needed to come back and get it.

You were so oblivious to anything else happening around you, that neither you or Javi had heard your front door open, followed by the rushed, impatient footsteps of Steve and Connie, arguing about where Steve could have left his wallet, and how on earth he could have left without realizing it was missing from its usual home in his back pocket.

“Seriously, Steve, I can’t believe we’re gonna waste a whole hour having to turn around and come back here because you couldn’t remember your wallet!”

“Con, I told you, it’s right on the counter, I know where it is, lemme just go grab it really quick and then we ca- Oh Jesus fucking Christ!” Steve shouted, walking into the kitchen to see you and Javi making out on your island, your dress pushed up well past your legs, and Javi’s bare ass on display from his pants still pooling around his ankles.

“Ahhhhh!” You and Javi shrieked, practically jumping out of your skin to see Steve’s tall and lanky frame frozen in your kitchen, now scrambling to try and fix your clothes and hair to try and save yourselves at least some dignity.

“What the hell are you two doin’?!” Steve grimaced, trying not to cackle to himself as Connie rushed up behind him to see what was happening, only to very quickly cover her eyes and turn away from you and Javi.

“Us?! What the hell are you doing here? Jesus, you ever heard of fucking knocking, Murph?!” Javi groaned, shuffling his pants back up and fixing his hair before helping you off the counter, trying your best to hide your beet red, embarrassed face.

“I forgot my wallet! Forgive me for thinkin’ you two would keep your hands off each other for long enough to let me come pick it up in peace.” Steve frowned, raising up his hands in defense.

“I’m sorry! I told him to call you to let you know he was coming to pick it up, but he seemed to think it wasn’t a big deal.” Connie scolded, giving Steve a forceful nudge of her elbow before finally turning back around to face you and Javi, knowing you were at least halfway decent. “God, I love you, but you are an idiot.”

“You can say that again…” You snickered under your breath, just loud enough to make Javi and Connie join in your laughter, leaving Steve with his arms crossed over his chest, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“Hey, listen. Call me what you want, but I don’t think you’ll be callin’ me an idiot when you need me to come babysit your 47 kids so the two of you can get some…” He paused gesturing to you and Javi’s disheveled state, “... time to yourselves. Like I said earlier, y’all gotta lot of rooms to fill, and I don’t think you’re gonna have any problem doin’ it.”

And for as much as you wanted to give Steve the ten pounds of shit he deserved, as you looked up at Javi standing next to you, you couldn’t really even bring yourself to be mad. Because in the end, the only thing that mattered was him- the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with. The one who was your future, the one who stood with you through every twist and turn, the one who was your home. What started as a day that had you questioning everything had turned into one that had never made you feel more assured. You knew that Javier Peña loved you more than life itself, and you knew that you were so lucky to spend the rest of your life getting to prove to him over and over that you loved him just as much.

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I have a little smut request, if you don't like or don't want to write I understand that's alright.

When slashers are take a shower then S/O suddenly get in

Bo please must have him, I love this man too much, and Vincent, Lester, Brahms, Thomas, or other slashers you want to write. (or you think I pick too much you can pick some, but please Bo must thank you so much❤️)

I just think this will be fun

Oh, btw, I very love your work so perfect so wonderful so amazing❤️❤️❤️

Yall really love Sinclair's😭😭 ALSO THANK YOU V MUCH IM GLAD YALL ENJOY MY BLOG!!!! Before you read that I need to remind yall that I DONT USUALLY WRITE NSFW STUFF SO DONT EXPECT ANYTHING GREAT HERE!! Request open

Nsfw, but nothing too detailed, they/them pronouns for s/o

Shower zegz with slashers

Bo Sinclair

Our guy will make sure that they will remember that shower for long time

Yknow when you just vibe in shower and you accidently touch cold wall with your back and get all cold and upset? Yeah if s/o has the same problem.. too bad he doenst care they are getting pinned to that wall in seconds anyways

He loves seeing their face, how they react to his actions and words, how their body moves because of him

Will comment A LOT, expect a lot of praising, some cruse words and alot of growls tbh

He marks them 100% one way or another. Bite marks, Hickeys ( alot of them), ect

Afterwards he gonna bring them a towel and make sure they can go to bedroom and rest there for a while. This guy isn't the best at aftercare but he isn't heartless!

Vincent

No bcs he will blush sososo hard😨😳

Like they have to make first move cuz this guy will just stand there awkwardly looking like he has stick up his ass

He gonna be so gentle with them💖 carefully grabbing their hips/hair and enjoying the view moment

Tbh he loves grabbing their hair and vice versa, if s/o is touchy he gonna be sosos blushy

Also afterward he gonna wash their hair probably🥰 making sure they at least get out of this shower clean lol

Brahms Heelshire

Nah bcs this guy will be the one to actually pull them into shower, like s/o was just vibing doing their skincare routine and this guy just grabbed them and yeeted them into shower

He gonna act like he just wants to spent time together🙄🙄 yeah totally

Pls make sure that s/o calls him good boi or he gonna bite them

Also ngl he probably looks sexy asf with wet hair

Incredibly affectionate, yall will be extremely close to each other for the whole thing. And expect him to wisper and growl into s/o year

Thomas Hewitt

This babi will be soso confused??? Like???? Oh you wanna shower together?? Yeah sure ig I don't mind???

Again s/o has to do first move cuz he won't even think about asking them about that type of stuff! Hes a gentleman he would neverr.. unless they ask him ofc

S/o gonna forgor how to walk for few hours at least

He just gonna pick them up and pin them to wall like s/o weights nothing (tbh it doesnt really matter how much they weight this guy picked up adult men and whooped other one at the same time without any struggle, really dont worry)

He cant really tell them how he feels so he just gonna gently pat them or nuzzle them.

He will feel bad afterwards when their legs shake or when they can't really walk 😓

Micheal Myers

Tbh the only reason he showed was bcs they promised him that he will get reward later. Fr this guy stinks

Sex with him is incredibly akward. He doenst make any noise nor shows any kind of affection? Maybe he gonna carry them to bed afterwards or bring them towel?? Like this guy never heard about aftercare, or care overall tbh

He will never show it but he loves when s/o gives him affection or tells him nice words, how good he is and how great his doing his job rn

Not my proudest one! I really suck at nsfw stuff sorry😓😓 also I had nightmare and there was Bo for some reason ?? But he had heavy cowboy-texas accent ??? Idk why. Anyways its 2am yall have great rest of day

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「Feel the magic ๛ l.n」

part ix

✧.* while the fans question your friendship with Carlos, you and lando have never been better

✧.* they are my babies your honor 🥺 google translated spanish. this is a psa for the people who wanted to be on my taglist but never got tagged, i didn't forget or ignore you, I simply am unable to tag you and therefore removed you from the list feel free to ask me again so I can take a look at it. Taglist is open Love ya ❤️

✧.* prev part - next part

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username oh..you're coming home with me 😻

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y/nluv how many cats did you see so far?

y/nusername at least one!

y/nluv that's so many!

Hannahh this is indeed heaven 😭

norry4 get dash, leo and lola a new sibling!!!

carlossainz55 saca los gatos de tu maleta (get the cats out of your suitcase)

y/nusername no puedes detenerme 😉 (you can't stop me)

carlossainz55 oh, puedo 😉 (oh, i can)

sharl16 just some shameless flirting in Spanish 💀

landorfour lando reading this 😐😐

yourfriend1 te convertirás en la loca de los gatos (you will become the crazy cat lady)

yourfriend2 ¿Cuantos te vas a llevar a casa? (how many are you going to take home with you?)

norrizz comments being hijacked by the spaniards 😭

cecilemoulin you're going to need a bigger house if you're going to adopt a bunch of cats.

landonorris we don't need another cat..

landoscar WE?! y'all live together already?

bott_ass c'mon dad, what's one more kid?

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y/nusername wedding season' 💍

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hamilt44n 100% sure the garland in the last picture was y/n her idea 😂

yourfriend1 same dick forever season

lan4lan so is Carlos going to be your date to this wedding?

julieeeexo I've been a wedding where I got put with a date I'd never met before, nothing special going on if Carlos does end up as her date..

lan4lan Carlos and y/n actually dated though, it's weird

julieeeexo and they've been exes for a while without any of us knowing I think they're good.

carlossainz55 don't cause any trouble

yourfriend2 sabes que ella es la mayor alborotadora 🤪 (you know she's the biggest troublemaker)

y/nusername Por supuesto que sí, ha vivido con ello durante años 😉 (of course he does, he has lived with it for years)

yourfriend2 ¡Eras mucho peor entonces, pero todos lo sabemos y lo amamos! (you were much worse back then but we all know and love it!)

carlandooo yall worried about this wedding and Carlos and y/n being each other's date meanwhile I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to survive the day I'm going to hear y/n speak spanish 🥵

landonorris it's hot for sure

carlandooo STOP ITT 😭

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landonorris let's gooo

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norry4 jesus...

mrsnorris my day's been blessed for sure 🥵

y/nusername y'all seeing this? 👀

norrizz we definitely see this bestie 😭

maxmaxmax afraid you have to share your man with all of us :((

sharl16 I'm not a lando girl I'm not a lando girl I'm not a lando girl I'm not a lando girl I'm not–

landofooooour 😍😍😍

y/nusername now the question is: where was my invite, where was my front row seat to all of this?

y/nlandoo girlie, you and I both know you wouldn't let that guy continue working out if you were there

y/nusername you right..

lan4lan everyone: still asleep and hungover after last night's party. Lando:

y/nusername jesus christ

landonorris stop it, you're making me blush

norrizz 😭 😭

norrislando lmfao y/n acting like she doesn't see this man half naked everyday 😭

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verysium · 2 months

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I’ve been seeing some discourse around twitter about the blue lock boys and whether they’d be a loyal bf or not 😭 Curious to know who do you think would be more inclined to cheat or who just wouldn’t at all!!!

I saw someone say sae would 100% cheat like whattt I feel like he wouldn’t even bother looking at anyone else if he already has someone (Cuz I mean dating him would likely mean you actually mean something to him) but I digress

ok anon you had me pulling up a whole argumentative essay here cus WHO TF SAID SAE WOULD 100% CHEAT??? 😔 that mischaracterization is so painfully inaccurate. twitter really took the whole emotionally unavailable itoshi archetype and ran with it. let me just clear the air here because my man deserves some explanation.

sae itoshi would not cheat. as in capital N and capital O. he took nearly an entire decade off his life just to work on his own issues and finally form a functional and healthy relationship with another human being. and you're telling me he's just going to let all that wash down the drain for someone else? 😒 twitter logic really be showing its illogical side here. apparently a man can be loyal to a professional sports career for eighteen years, but he can't be loyal to his significant other.

i think this misunderstanding probably happened cus of shidou. people read the manga and saw that sae dropped rin for a bug-eyed freak and automatically assumed he was disloyal. 😑 let me just say two things here:

(1) sae and shidou's relationship is strictly professional. imagine being stuck in an god awful corporate office with coworkers who bore you with their weaponized incompetence and a boss who annoys the living shit out of you. and then one day, the company hires a new recruit who is probably the most unhinged and debauched creature known to man. you're probably left wondering how he even got hired in the first place. but then you find out...he's useful. he takes risks and gets a high return on what he invests. it's impulsive and stupid, really. but at least it's unconventional and outside-the-box. he has your interest piqued. that's basically sae and shidou in a nutshell.

(2) just because sae gave shidou his number after the u-20 game does NOT mean he would do the same to any other person who would try to encroach on your relationship. and let's be real here. sae would get one text from shidou and block his contact.

anyways, here is my analysis on the bllk boys in general. introducing the anti-cheating to pro-cheating spectrum:

(A) cannot cheat under any circumstance (as in they already hate the fact that they live on a planet with 8.1 billion other people who are not you):

itoshi brothers (atp they don't even have the physical or mental capacity to entertain a third party), ness, reo

(B) cannot cheat due to physical incapability (literally cannot pull anyone within a five-meter radius to cheat with):

ego, igarashi, raichi, bachira (not that he's in any way unattractive...it's just...i feel like he would purposefully act weird to drive off people who aren't you)

yukimiya, barou, kunigami, noa, loki, gagamaru, chigiri, niko, hiori, karasu (baby boy literally felt inferior cus his crush was the cutest in his class), kurona (head empty, just you)

(D) would not cheat (on you but everyone else is not included)

isagi (unintentionally a homewrecker to others but would never let anyone homewreck his relationship with you), leonardo (idk why but i just don't trust him entirely)

(E) could cheat (depends on what they get out of it):

kaiser, shidou (honestly what did you expect when you willingly dated a blonde man...)

(F) would cheat (either proven by canon or they accidentally fucked up somehow):

otoya, oliver, nagi

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angelwithdemonictendencies · 11 months

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is it possible that just yesterday your name was not the shape of all my exhales; how could a room without you not be empty?

jh86 x reader: it’s a billet house situation.

(warnings: blasphemous filth (it’s honestly not even thaaaaaat bad), masturbation, oral sex (f on m), unprotected penetrative sex (m on f), praise, way too much whimpering, more tension than actual smut (you guys know how i operate), yes the tooth is addressed, idk just please be warned, don’t read if you’re not 100% sure.)

(a/n: my favorites! thank you endlessly for your patience! here we are, with another story about the (newly) toothless wonder that makes him out to be a stuttering, blushing, whimpering mess. as is typical for my jh86 stories, you have all the power (as you do in real life). and, since i always get a little influx of hate whenever i post for jh86, please remember that whenever anyone shares a bit of writing with you, they are putting a part of themselves entirely at your mercy, so act accordingly (i.e. with kindness). i truly appreciate your encouragement and messages and love so genuinely, you have no idea. if some of the details seem a little threadbare here, please don’t look too closely - i know the premise is a bit far-fetched. regardless, the next time i emerge from my cave of teeth, i will bring an offering of either mt19 (welcome, newbie) or am34 (hi, angel), depending on for whom the muses give me more inspiration. anyways, sending so much love to you and your snakes. go canucks even now. see you soon.

you knew your parents had becomes a billet family while you were away at school, although you really didn’t know what that meant. to you, their new arrangement, their good deed, their latest endeavor now that they were empty-nesters, didn’t really involve you or your break.

a young hockey player was staying with them so he didn’t have to live on his own, they had explained. yeah, sure, you had responded, expecting a twelve-year-old prodigy to be living in your house when you arrived home for your extended break. you could be nice to a kid for a while and make an extra portion during lunch. you barely gave it a second thought.

however, when you lugged your suitcases through the door on that first day, there was no twelve-year old prodigy to be found. instead, when you set your bags down with a huff, you looked up to find a twenty-something staring at you from the kitchen, a bowl of cereal in his hand.

he stood there, frozen, almost theatrically still, his eyes holding yours for several seconds as you swiped a loose lock of hair from your face. you straightened up, stretching your back to its full extension, before raising a brow at his odd reaction, or lack thereof.

“uh, hello?” you said, a slight smile gracing one side of your mouth.

he seemed to lose his grip on his bowl at the sound of your voice, dropping it only slightly before fumbling to grasp it again, the spoon making a clattering noise.

“y-yeah, hi,” he said. you felt your smile grow as he flushed a delicate shade of pink. he cleared his throat before speaking again. “they mentioned you’d be coming home.”

you took in his face. his long, soft-looking hair that framed his heart shaped face, his pouty, full lips, the gentle slope of his nose, the surprisingly sharp angle of his jaw.

he was the definition of pretty. and, if you could tell anything from this one interaction, he was pretty and nervous, your favorite combination. fun.

you cocked your head to the side, looked at him, still down the hall, noticed his grip, comically firm around his bowl so as not to drop it again. “so, roomie, do you take the right or left side of the bed?”

your smile only intensified as you watched his brow furrow, his mouth stumble over his words, panic flood his eyes. you let him trip over himself for only a second longer, not wanting to be cruel. too cruel, at least.

finally, you waved him off playfully. “i’m kidding. my room’s down the hall from the guest room, if you need anything.” his little nervous laugh made your chest sing, a bit. “what’s your name?” you asked as you took hold of your bags, began to haul them up the stairs.

“right,” he said, voice shaking only slightly. “it’s jack. my name’s jack.”

you grinned, the action making its way into your voice as you tested out the name on your tongue. you noticed his flush grow deeper, more personal, saw something shine across his gaze at his name in your tone, promising in a lovely kind of way.

you told him your name when he asked, gave him a final lazy once-over. “your spoon’s upside-down, jack,” you called through a clenched grin, bit your lip when you heard him mutter something and the tell-tale sound of a spoon against a bowl.

quickly, you realized that your break had just gotten significantly more interesting.

the one downside, though, came when your parents told you that you would be sharing your car with the newest member of the house.

it wouldn’t be too bad, they said, as he would be practicing or playing for most of the day at the rink just a couple streets down, and if you needed the car, you could always drop him off.

sure, fine, you thought, you could share. you could try not to make him too nervous, even if it was fun. of course, you could play nice.

so, this was you, playing nice, driving him to practice the next day.

after he had settled into the passenger seat, you put your hand on the back of his headrest and turned your body so that you could reverse the car out of the driveway.

his gaze slid to your neck briefly before he flushed, only just.

“so,” you began as you pulled away from your house, facing forward again, “are you any good?”

“what?” he asked, suddenly more bashful, looking down, fidgeting like he didn’t know where to put his hands.

you smiled, kept your eyes on the road. “at hockey, jack. are you any good at hockey?”

he shook his head, let out a light laugh, the melody of which made you scrunch up your nose slightly. he brought a hand to absentmindedly scratch the back of his neck. to your surprise, his mouth actually ticked up into a soft smirk, an expression that was completely new to you.

“yeah, i’m pretty good at hockey, i think,” he replied, his voice probably as stable and confident as you had ever heard it.

you nodded. “huh,” you said, “i wouldn’t have guessed it.”

he turned to face you, looking confused, even a little hurt, his gaze suddenly shimmery with something. “what? why?”

you felt a smirk creep onto your own face as you pulled into the parking lot of the rink. “oh, i don’t know,” you replied with a shrug. “you’re a little too pretty, i guess,” you finished as you put the car in park, turning to him now that you were stopped. “but you must be used to people saying that.”

he scratched his neck again, eyes anywhere but yours. “y-yeah,” he finally mustered. “used to it, yeah.” he fumbled for the door handle, finally opened it. “you’ll, uh, you’ll pick me up at 3?”

you couldn’t help but bite your lip at his reaction. “you told me a teammate was driving you home.”

“yup, i did,” he said, slowly, as if running the words over in his head, nodding as he grabbed his things, hiding his pink face from you. “i did say that. so i’ll see you at home then.”

“see you at home, jack,” you finished as he shut the door, watched him mumble something to himself and shake his head as you drove away.

what a fun addition to your break, you thought, typically so filled with work and school preparation. what a meaningless and harmless distraction from the work you needed to do.

so, when you got home, you spent a large chunk of time chipping away at that work. when you finished, though, you thought you’d take advantage of the sunshine and lay out for a bit, maybe get some color.

you couldn’t have been outside, reading in your bikini, for more than twenty minutes when a car pulled into your driveway.

you pushed your sunglasses to the top of your head to see jack climbing out of the passenger seat, talking to the driver, presumably one of his teammates, before the driver turned his head to look at you. his mouth ticked up in an arrogant smirk as his gaze rolled down your body.

you could have rolled your eyes. “hey, handsome,” you said instead, pushing yourself up and onto your side.

jack stilled for a second before continuing to take his bags out of the trunk.

“hi, beautiful,” his teammate said. “don’t tell me hughesy’s been keeping you a secret, hm?”

you laughed, false and sugary like a diet soda, tilted your head back so your hair would fall to expose your collarbones.

“hughesy couldn’t keep me anywhere if he tried,” you responded, watching jack’s face pale. you smiled at him as he approached. “jack, did you tell your teammate he’s welcome to stay for dinner?”

jack looked at you, searched your eyes for a moment. there was something steely in his. something you liked, something that sparked some heat between you.

his teammate laughed like he knew something you didn’t, breaking the tension. “another time, beautiful,” he called from the driver’s seat, beginning to pull away.

you gave him a pout. “i’ll hold you to it,” you flirted, only turning to jack once the car was completely gone. “jack, before you go in, could you put some sunscreen on my back?”

he fixed you with a look, uncharacteristically serious. his gaze hovered on your chest for a second before meeting your eyes again. he ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, gave a slight shake of his head. “i’m not doing that.”

you furrowed your brow. “why not? no one else is home.”

“too bad,” he said, continuing inside.

you rolled your eyes at him, but began to fold up your towel. “fine. if i make dinner, will you tell me about practice?”

there was a pause.

“yeah, sure,” came the response, almost uncertain in tone, like he thought this must be some kind of trick. like no one had asked him that before, as if no one had ever wanted to know.

and as much as you enjoyed playing with him, you actually wanted to get to know him, too.

so, that night, and each night following, this became part of the routine. you’d make an extra portion for dinner, and as you sat together and ate, you’d ask questions about his practice, his day, which would lead to answers to unspoken questions about his life, his person.

“why hockey?” you might ask, to which he would rattle off some media trained answer, to which you would raise your brow in doubt. only then would he give you some real answer about falling in love with the feeling of it, about feeling closer to his family because of it, eventually hinting to an insecurity that he didn’t know how to do anything else.

and he might ask about school, to which you would say what you were studying, to which he would shoot you a doubtful look. only then would you give some real answer about wanting to do something tangible, something that no one could say was pointless, eventually hinting at an insecurity that your work might eventually mean nothing.

harmless, you thought, meaningless. that’s what this was. fun.

meaningless, how eventually you wouldn’t have to tell him you were heading to the car, how you would just know he would be there in the mornings to go to practice. meaningless, how after dinner, he would wash the dishes and you would dry them. meaningless, how each day he would reveal a bit more of himself to you, and you would grant him the same privilege.

until you knew him like he was one of your best friends, and he knew you as good as anyone.

the more you learned about him, and the more you shared, the less meaningless it felt, the more comfortable it all felt.

sometimes it even felt like jack was most comfortable when you were explicitly trying to make him uncomfortable.

you expected the blush, the stammering, you found a type of peace in it, just as he found peace in your innuendos, your comments, your shameless flirting, even if he thought you were only joking, only playing around.

even if he thought you couldn’t possibly want him so explicitly, so clearly. when had anything ever been so straightforward?

so he decided you were toying with him, however disheartening the idea was.

each day, it seemed, a different teammate would drive him home, and more often than not, you would be tanning in the yard.

and his usual blushing, stuttering reaction slowly melted and hardened into a gaze full of desire, poorly veiled.

his ever-present flush was still there, of course, but your focus had shifted to the way his chest would rise and fall, the way his eyes would linger on the elegant slope of your shoulders, settle in the pockets of your collarbones, drip down your legs, so reluctant to glide back up to your eyes again.

and you would ask him to put sunscreen on your back, and he would say no, each time looking more and more confused as to why he was refusing.

the first time his mask of nonchalance truly broke came only a couple weeks in, the day when the teammate who had driven him home on that first day eventually drove him home again.

and there you where, in practically the same place, same state as that first day. with maybe the slightest bit more of a motivation to bring jack to a stumbling, stuttering mess.

you were about to open your mouth, say something like hi, again, handsome, but you didn’t even get the chance to.

as soon as jack got out of the car, he made eye contact with you. there was electricity there, a spark you felt in your bones. “hi, baby,” he said, his voice so sweet and doting your stomach actually dropped at how genuine he sounded. but he couldn’t mean it, right? what was he playing at?

so you shot him a look, scrunched up your nose, to which he sent you a warning glance. you rolled your eyes, caught the smirk his teammate sent his way.

“need some help with your sunscreen?” jack offered as he walked up to you, making you pause. you took your sunglasses off of your head and set them down.

you met his gaze again, tried to figure out his angle. when you couldn’t, you simply stood up, handed him the bottle, gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail and faced away from him. “is your friend staying for dinner?” you asked, more so to the driver than to jack.

the man in the car shook his head. “sorry, beautiful. i wouldn’t want to intrude on date night.”

and suddenly jack’s hands were on you, as close as he had ever been, the chill of the lotion along with the heat of his palms sending a shiver down your spine. despite yourself, your words came out breathy. “date night. right,” you said, trying not to focus on the callused texture of his hands as they worked your shoulders, the plane of your back, up to your neck.

you barely noticed when the car pulled away, could have moaned at how good his touch felt. even when he was done, he kept his hands on you still, one on either side of your waist. you could feel his breath on your neck, suddenly remembered who he was, the weirdness of this whole interaction.

you turned around to face him, hardened any desire into something you could use. something like a weapon. you placed both of your hands on his chest. “feeling touchy today, hm?” you asked, looking up at him, willing innocence and intrigue into your eyes.

and just like that, he was there, again, the jack that you knew. a flush crept up his neck to his cheeks, and his eyes darted around your face as he searched for words.

“‘m sorry, baby, just didn’t want him to think-”

you cocked a brow. “didn’t want him to think what?” you prompted, ignoring the fact that he was still calling you baby, like some kind of community theatre actor unwilling to come out of a role. you weren’t acting.

he tilted his head back, looked to the sky for a moment. “it’s just that,” he looked back at you. “he’s, you know, just-”

you nodded. “what, pretty boy?” you asked, raised a hand to push a damp lock of hair from his face, watched his blush deepen with a vengeance, his eyes cloud with something darker.

he seemed to forget what he was saying completely, the combination of your words and your touch on his face like a sedative.

and you had a feeling that the words that were caught in his throat were something along the lines of he’s not me. but, you figured, if he wasn’t going to tell you that, that was on him. so, instead of kissing him, like you so wanted to, you just gave a disappointed shake of your head, swiping a thumb across his bottom lip before heading inside to shower away the sunscreen you didn’t need, had never needed.

your dinners were common ground, a momentarily truce, before you would go back to your endless quest to see that flush, and he would return to his endeavor of trying to hide it, to hide what you were doing to him, which was only getting more challenging.

little did he know, it was only getting harder for you to control yourself, too. especially when you would be in your room, with the door open, and he would walk out of the bathroom, freshly showered, nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

and you would try not to look, try not to stare at the way his hips just barely held up the towel, or how his chest gleamed in the most inviting way.

it became harder still when you realized he was talking to you.

“hm?” you asked, forcing your gaze up to his eyes.

“said i used your body wash, baby, figured you wouldn’t mind,” he said, running a hand through his damp hair. your eyes followed the motion.

“why?” you asked, brow furrowed. “yours is in there, no?”

his smile was small, bashful. you got up, slowly walked over to where he stood. “like the smell of yours more,” he admitted, looking down.

“and you’re sure it’s mine?” you placed a hand on his bare shoulder, pushed yourself up so your face was aligned with the space between his neck and collarbone, inhaled, felt a shiver start just under your touch. “nevermind,” you said, recognizing the flowery scent. “it’s mine.”

you looked up to meet his eyes, not taking your hand off of him just yet. “’s okay, then?” he asked, that beautiful blush spreading down his neck.

you hummed, slowly pulled your hand off of his shoulder. “if you like it so much,” you said with a shrug, walking back into your room, “feel free.” so you left him, breathless, standing in the hallway. you, too, had to catch your breath, though, when you shut your door behind you and looked down at your hand, seemingly scorching from resting on his bare skin for so long. you could still feel him underneath you, in an instant developing a craving to feel more of him, feel all of him.

still, you understood that you both couldn’t dance around each other forever, that at some point the spell would shatter like a china teacup on the floor. and that’s exactly what it felt like when he asked you if it was okay that the car would be back later than usual tonight as you washed and dried the dishes together. you had already agreed that he would drive himself back from his game, but, apparently, he had plans after the game, too.

“sure,” you said instinctively. “for what?”

something curious burned alight in his eyes as he said, “just seeing a friend, should be back later tonight.”

and something green burned alight in your stomach as you immediately became alert. you knew a friend. you had several a friends. “yeah?” you asked. “who?” you hated the way your voice, usually so steady and confident, took on only the slightest of creaks at the end of your question. you felt like it exposed you entirely.

he paused, searching your eyes for a moment before looking down again. “just some girl,” was his answer, almost uncertain, continuing to run a rag over a glass.

you felt that feeling bubble up inside of you, hot, blistering jealousy, but also pure anger. how could he not love this game as much as you did? how could he end it, throw the board away so easily?

but you just gave a slight nod, refusing to look at him.

unfortunately, you realized, you two had grown close enough that he knew you, truly and deeply, and of course he would be able to tell that something was off.

“what?” he asked, turning to you. “what is it?”

you shook your head. “nothing. hope you have fun.” but your voice came out short, snappy, sort of mean.

he furrowed his brow. “wait, what?” he said. “what is this?” he gestured to your general presence, to which you put down the plate in your hands and sighed, finally looking at him fully.

you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

whatever he saw in your eyes made the slightest of pouts grace his lips. he gave a nod of understanding. “oh,” he began, “you’re jealous.”

you huffed. “i am not.”

“you are. i know you are, baby.” something flashed briefly through his gaze, making his pout deepen. “what, so you’re allowed to fuck around, but i’m not? how does that work?”

fire roared inside of you as you grabbed a fistful of his shirt, brought him down to your level. “fuck around? is that what you think i’m doing?” you watched him swallow, swore you could feel his heartbeat under your hand, willed pity into your eyes and shook your head. “oh, sweetheart,” you tsked, “thought you were smarter than that.”

you let yourself look at his lips one more time before letting go, turning to walk away.

“go ahead and fuck around, if you want to,” you called over your shoulder. “but i don’t think you want to.”

and you must have been right, because after the game, at the time you had originally expected, you heard the car in the driveway, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

you heard him come up the stairs, close the door behind him, settle into his room. and you left him to whatever he was doing, for a while, maybe an hour or two. until you decided you were going to take a shower.

you walked out into the hallway, a towel wrapped around you, and began to make your way to the bathroom. and you would have made it there, if you hadn’t been stopped, completely frozen, by the soft noises coming from behind jack’s bedroom door.

noises that sounded like stifled, breathy moans, like whimpers trying so desperately to be hidden.

you inched closer to the door, listened through the wood, although your suspicions were all but absolutely confirmed already.

your throat began to tighten as the noises became clearer, less controlled, and if you didn’t know better you thought they could have been mistaken for teary sobs, if not for the undeniable baseline of pleasure and desperation that threaded all the noises together.

and you knew it was normal, for a young man to touch himself, and you told yourself that you would have walked away, stalked back to your room, completely unsatisfied.

but when he clearly moaned out, “fuck, baby, like that,” the sound bursting out of him like a confession, you knew you weren’t going back to your room. not when he had called for you, had begged for you, was so obviously thinking of you.

so you opened his door, met his hooded gaze immediately, saw alarm and shame flash through his eyes, watched his hands fumble for his blankets in an attempt to cover himself up, to which you could have scoffed.

“no, no,” you cooed, approaching the side of his bed. “‘s okay, baby.” you relished in the way that beautiful blush of his blossomed like a peony in late spring, full and all-consuming, making him look so deliciously vulnerable.

his exhale was shaky, a rockslide of emotion. “baby, you weren’t s‘posed to-” he didn’t finish his thought. “i didn’t mean to-” another breath. “tried to be quiet, i swear.”

as he spoke, though, you squinted at his mouth, noticed how swollen his top lip was, finally recognized that his front tooth had chipped, seemingly right in half.

you gingerly took his jaw in one hand, tilted your head, concern lacing your voice. “does it hurt?” you asked, mesmerized by him, the physical evidence that he was alive, that he could hurt, and could still desire you so blatantly.

his eyes, before glazed over, took a moment before understanding filled them. he immediately looked down, tried to remove himself from your touch. “not anymore,” he mumbled. “know it looks bad-”

you scoffed at this, traced your thumb along his lip, felt the swell and heat travel through your body. “you think it looks bad?” he gave a bashful nod, setting your blood ablaze. “oh, jack,” you said, shaking your head, “you could never be anything but pretty.”

and he looked at you like he would endure all the pain in the world, if only so you would tell him he looked beautiful while doing so. you smiled at how he glowed under your praise, smiled into his lips as they met yours in a kiss that felt much too long overdue, and yet felt so familiar, almost nostalgic. he kissed you with a hunger that surprised you, given the tenderness of his lip, but he moaned into your mouth, so you figured he didn’t mind too terribly. you ran your tongue along his teeth, your fingertips dancing along his jawline before pulling back, only just.

after a breath, heavy with want, you sunk to your knees beside his bed, looked up at him, took one of his hands in your own. your stomach stirred at how he immediately clutched back. “let me help you, hm? i’ll make you feel so good, jack, i promise.” you tried to dull the teasing in your tone. “know you were thinking ‘bout me, before.” your voice became a rasp at the memory. “when you were touching yourself, yeah?”

he blushed, but shifted towards the edge of the bed, closer to you, his swallow rough and audible. he squeezed your hand in a silent plea. “please, can i touch you, pretty boy?” you asked. “let me suck you off, hm?”

he nodded, a whimpered “please?” escaping him as you pushed his covers aside, spat into your hand and took him into your grip, hot and hard under your touch, the result of weeks of pent up lust, fantasies he had assumed dead suddenly being jerked awake. you peered up at him, wanting to see every reaction he could give you.

as soon as you touched him he squinted his eyes shut, lost in the sensation of you, here, exactly as he had imagined you so many times. his grip on your hand tightened when you took him in your mouth, felt the weight of him, the weight of his longing, through your entire body.

“fuck, baby,” he cried, using his other hand to gather your hair in a fist, as you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock before teasing the tip. “your mouth feels so good.” his voice was a shudder as you hummed around him, making him moan deeper.

he grew harder in your mouth as you hollowed out your cheeks, drew your head up and down, losing yourself in the rhythm of his breathing, tethered to this reality only by his hand on yours.

before you knew it, you could feel his thighs clench in telling as his exhales grew tight. “y-you need to stop, baby,” he whimpered, eyes glassy, “’m gonna cum if you don’t.” his voice was pleading.

you didn’t stop immediately, only looked up at him through your lashes, making him curse, his brow furrow. “please,” he begged, “don’t want to cum yet, baby, please.”

you thought for a moment, part of you wanting to feel him in your mouth for a little longer, but the part of you that wanted to know what he felt like inside of you won out in the end.

you reluctantly pulled up off of him, melted at the gratitude that mingled with the desire in his gaze. “what if i want you to cum?” you asked, rising from your knees, grinning when he pulled you on top of him.

“you first,” he said before kissing you again, bruising and potent with feeling. “need to feel you cum around me, baby.”

“yeah?” you said against his mouth. “is that what you were thinking about before i came in?”

he hummed a noise of affirmation. you bit your lip at his confession, plainly delighted at the reminder that he thought of you, that you occupied his mind the way he did yours.

you pushed his chest back, positioned yourself on top of him. “been wantin’ to fuck me, hm?”

you bit your lip again as you sunk down onto him, closed your eyes at the stretch. “so bad, baby,” he groaned, “so, so bad.” you both stayed completely still for a beat, basking in the feeling that you both had been craving for what felt like ages. you placed your hands on his stomach to ground yourself, felt his muscles clench underneath your palms as he grabbed at your hips, the warmth of his hands sending a shiver up to your neck.

“fuck,” you moaned, finally adjusted to the size of him, needing him to move, needed some release to the impossible tension inside of you. “please fuck me, jack. need you to.”

and of course he wanted nothing if not to do exactly as you asked. he bucked his hips up into you, creating an immediate rhythm as you rode him, meeting his every thrust. the rhythm was not perfect, but every slip up felt predestined, too, a reminder that you were both human. a reminder that even through imperfection, everything felt perfect solely because it was between him and you.

“you feel so perfect, baby,” he bit out. “fuck, can’t even tell you how good.”

you moaned at his words as he brought one of his hands to thumb at your clit, making you groan and clench around him, tilt your head back at the sensation.

he gave a series of especially deep, slow thrusts, making you bite back your moans, squeeze him harder.

“look so pretty, baby,” he said, breathy, barely audible, “so fucking pretty like this.”

you locked eyes with him, groaned at the look in his, completely focused on you, his flush, this time from exertion, not embarrassment. you felt yourself grow close, just there. he continued to tease your clit as you ground down on his cock.

“‘m so close, jack,” you cried out, “gonna make me cum, yeah? just like you’ve been wanting, hm?”

his thrusts grew erratic at the prospect, his breaths shallow. “please cum for me, baby,” he all but begged, “want to feel you. need to feel you cum on my cock, yeah?”

at his words, combined with every overwhelming sensation you were feeling, you felt that wave of pleasure finally crash, sweeping him up with you as he came, spurred on by you squeezing him so tightly, your nails clawing at his stomach.

you collapsed on top of him, both of his arms coming to wrap around you, holding you to his chest, where you could feel his inhales and exhales as if they were your own. a glistening sheen of sweat settled on both of you like a gloss as you laid together, such a raw and deep desire having finally been truly recognized.

you stayed quiet for a while, so utterly content to just exist in each other’s space. when the silence broke, you barely noticed.

“you really don’t mind my tooth?” he asked, his voice rough as he rubbed his thumb across your back.

you gave a drowsy smile, hummed, loved how his voice wasn’t shy, how he was growing so comfortable with you, even still. “i love it,” you said honestly. “looks hot.”

he rolled his eyes at you, flushed, to which you placed a gentle kiss on his chest, where the color started. “being serious,” you said, smiling. “besides,” you added, “i’ll love your mouth as long as you let me kiss it.”

he laughed at that, shaking his head, obviously pleased.

and how beautiful, to be the one to evoke such a reaction from him. to be the one he even cared to ask such a question to in the first place.

fin.

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Bleeding Out, Bleeding In - the Start

This is the start of the resulting fic from the winning poll option of 'Crime Boss is a Dangerous Job'. And boy did it go places.

A solid 40 of you wanted to wait for ao3, but the other 59 are feral gremlins who want a part now! Those who want to wait, don't feel pressured to read. This might be up on ao3 this week or if not then next week! (Yes, that doesn't add up to 100, one vote is me so I can see the poll results.)

wc: 1059 Content Warnings: canon typical violence, blood, blood drinking, mentions of death and dying, brief mentions of human tracking, so much cussing.

Brainless motherfuckers.

Every single one of them, brainless motherfuckers.

One would think that eight heads in a duffel bag would have been enough.

One would think that people would learn his fucking rules. They were easy rules. Don’t hurt kids. Don’t sell to kids. Don’t hurt sex workers. Don’t traffic people. Don’t fuck with him.

And these motherfuckers had fucked with him. They had fucked with his rules.

Red Hood stared down at the lifeless eyes of the traitorous lieutenant.

Ex-lieutenant.

Brainless motherfucker.

Hood was insulted that someone that incompetent had managed to make him bleed, even if it had been eleven against one. And fuck if he wasn’t bleeding badly. Hood pressed his hand tighter to his wound with a hiss and let himself slump back against the grimy wall of the ally that he had slunk into. His hand became wet with warmth.

He must have already bled through the hasty field bandage that he had slapped on the wound.

Numbers slipped through Red Hood’s foggy mind as he tried to calculate about just how bad of a fact that was— about how heavily he must be bleeding out. Fuck if he wasn’t bleeding out.

Could he make it to his safe house in time? No. Could someone make it to him in time? Maybe, but who could he call? He wasn’t going to turn around and let another lieutenant stab him in the other side. B— maybe it would be better to just bleed out than deal with B and another lecture. As if this hadn’t been in self defense. As if he hadn’t acted to stop kids from being sold. As if a moment of hesitancy about killing a man he’d been working closely with for a year had been what got Hood in this spot.

And Dick was off world.

Dick was always off world when he needed him.

That wasn’t fair. What did Dick owe him? It’s not like they had ever been family. Dick had never wanted him. The last person who had wanted him didn’t even want him enough to stay sober.

Blood loss made him maudlin, apparently.

Dying by explosion had been easier.

“You know, not what I expected to find dumpster diving tonight.”

Hood’s hand dropped to brush over the grip of his gun. It was up and aimed before his head even had time to lull towards the voice. The hand holding the gun was steady even as his vision swam staring down the sight.

“Not that I’m doubting you can use that, Boss, but would rather you didn’t,” the stranger said, hands up in the air. One large duffel sat at their feet. Another smaller duffel was slung over their back. A hoodie at least three sizes too big swamped the slim figure— hiding both their form and face. The steel toed boots looked comically large at the end of stick thin legs.

Hood knew better than to think they weren’t a threat.

Anyone could be a threat in Gotham.

“Really, Boss, I’m just out here dumpster diving for supplies,” they continued, motioning to the warehouse district around them. “Not going to lie and say I won’t happily loot your corpse if you keel over right there, but would rather you stay breathing. I can help with that, if you let me.”

“And if I say no?” Hood asked, his voice a breathless rasp even through the modulation of the helmet.

“If you say no to the help, I’ll just be on my way. There are other dumpsters to go through like the feral raccoon that I am.”

His arm dropped down to hang limply at his side. He didn’t take his finger off the trigger. He shouldn’t trust this stranger. “Look more like a street rat to me.”

“We’ll compromise to possum then,” they said, slowly lowering their arms.

He shouldn’t trust this stranger. Did it mater if he did?

He was bleeding out.

The gun slotted back into its holster.

“There you are Boss, we’ll get you patched back up.”

Hood blinked. They were tucking themselves under his shoulder, leaning him up off the warehouse wall.

Hood blinked. They were disabling security on a heavy, cast iron door set into a concrete floor.

Hood blinked.

“Not going to lie, Boss, you’re in a bad way.” The words were distant— like listening to them through a thick wall. Static ran under the words. Static that burrowed under his skin and into his blood.

Static that burned at a part of him he tried to ignore.

“Think they got something pretty vital with that knife.”

He didn’t want to burn.

“Stitched you up but…”

He didn’t want to die.

“Oh Boss.”

Not again.

“I know, Boss.”

A cold hand brushed over his temple and he couldn’t hold back the whine at the sensation. He strained to arch up into the touch. He wanted it. He wanted to feel. He didn’t want to slip away again. He didn’t want that void of death. He didn’t want to die again.

The voice shushed him. “I know.”

He trembled. The static sang in his veins.

“There’s something I can try, Boss, but it will change thing.”

Things were always changing.

“Not like this. You’re not on the knife’s edge yet. You’re still living. If you die you right now you tip over to the other side.”

He’d done that before.

“I know, Boss. But if we do this, you’re not going to tip over anymore, you’re going to balance on that knife’s edge. Not dead but not alive. It’s a fine line to walk.”

Everything in his life was a tightrope: hero, villain; son, enemy; brother, stranger. What was one more thing? Alive, dead.

He didn’t want to be dead again.

“Okay, Boss, okay.”

The hand pulled a whine from his throat as it moved away. A soft coo hushed him quiet again. The sound rumbled in with the static untill the soothing noise sat inside him.

His head tilted up as something slid under his neck. Hands guided his head to lay back down onto a soft surface.

Something wet dripped against his lips. Spice bloomed across his tongue.

“There you go, Boss,” the voice soothed. The coo rumbled in his chest like a fluttering bird. “Drink up.”

Cold skin and wet warmth pressed against his lips.

Jason drank.

#dp x dc #dead on main ship #dead on main #danny fenton/jason todd #danny x jason #totally not a vampire fic #ignore the blood drinking #you don't see that.#one stop soup shop #bobi

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Fluent Freshman - Part 40

The Winter Banquet.

Where the Spring Championship announcements happen for Collegiate Exy. A formal event meant to allow the ERC to showcase how their stars weren’t just brutes on the court. Look at how beautiful and handsome they all were. Look at how they danced together. Look at the smiles and laughter and-

Wait.

No.

Put that down.

Who had the great idea to put the Jackals next to the Terrapins? Things have been tense between the teams since the Captain of the Terrapins stole the Captain of the Jackal’s date during the Fall Banquet!

I thought we all agreed that there would never be any more steak knives! What was the point of paying for all the pre-cut tenderloins if we’re just going to give them steak knives?!

Really gotta find an intern to pin this fiasco on.

Oh great the Foxes are leaving! Did we even get a picture of Kevin Day in his suit? Fuck it’s going to be a two intern firing kind of day isn’t it.

Someone get an eye on the Ravens before they try and grab some hapless idiot and sacrifice him to revive Riko Moriyama. If there’s even one more damn tabloid with a blurry photo of ‘Riko Moriyama’ to prove that his death was faked then heads will roll.

Honestly, the biopic that some Edgar Allan Film student is making about him seems pretty interesting. The ERC just wishes people would stop taking pics of the ‘lead actor’ and sending it to tabloids as proof that the King hadn’t died.

Fuck, the Foxes left before we got any decent pictures.

Well just great.

You’d think that after all these years of the Foxes leaving early they’d have learned that getting pictures as they arrive is the most important thing.

Oh thank god it looks like the Trojans are starting to mediate the fight. You can always count on good ol’ Jeremy.

Fuck.

A Raven got too close to Jean Moreau and now Jeremy Knox has punched a Backliner. Great. The Trojans have formed ranks around Moreau but the kid’s just too damn tall. Someone has hit him in the head with an especially saucy meatball, he’s not injured, just confused. The Trojans are acting like it’s a gunshot he just took to the head.

The refreshment table just seemed to collapse in on itself and god wasn’t that just an allegory for this entire damn evening.

Anita Flores sighs as she watches yet another banquet go down in a riot. Honestly, she doesn’t know why they think these will end up differently. She finds herself often missing when she used to coordinate banquets for football teams.

She sighs and thinks about her least favorite interns.

Alex had been getting a bit too cocky lately. He’d make a good sacrifice.

***

(Three hours earlier)

The Palmetto State Foxes were on their way to the Winter Banquet. From what FF understood it was categorically always a 90% chance of a shitshow. Honestly FF was surprised that the percentage was that low.

There was a general tenseness in the air surrounding it that went beyond the Banquet’s propensity to become a fight.

This year the Winter Banquet was going to be held up at the Binghamton Bearcat’s stadium. The nation knew the story from the news and FF knew the story from both that and from the Foxes themselves who were there at the time in bits and pieces.

Captain Neil had been kidnapped from this stadium and then he’d been tortured. FF hadn’t even been on the team when it had happened and he was anxious about Captain Neil going anywhere near the stadium.

“He was just…he was just gone.” Matt had said, “Neil was gone and Kevin said that he was probably dead when Andrew got back with his phone.” He continued as the two of them sat up late in the living room of the dorm one night back in early October.

“I thought Andrew was going to kill me y’know.” Kevin had said bottle in hand as FF tried to help him up the stairs because apparently he would 100% guarantee vomit if he was in the nausea box. “I thought that maybe I deserved it, since I didn’t help Neil. I just let him walk to his death.” He said and despite assurances that he wouldn’t puke FF’s shoes did not make it through that journey unscathed.

“We called…we called everywhere.” Nicky had stared up at the ceiling of his hospital room, “Andrew was adamant that he was still alive even though Kevin kept saying he was dead and that dead was the nicest thing he could hope for. I thought that was a terrible thing to say.” Nicky curled up closer to him.

“I told you, Andrew dragged me like I was nothing to get to Neil. I don’t think he even noticed the guns.” Wymack said to Abby as the two sat on the back porch during Aras’ going away party. “His eyes were on Neil.” he gestures towards where Andrew was watching Captain Neil wrestle with Matt.

“He looked like shit.” Aaron had said unable to stomach a diagram of different degrees of burn in his medical book. “At least he was alive.” He adds.

“A hero.” Andrew’s voice had been what could be considered teasing from Andrew, “Someone who looks like her.” he had said touching Captain Neil’s burn scars as they drove away from the stadium after coming back to pick FF up.

Captain Neil had come to him the day before they were set to drive out, “Take me somewhere no one will find me for an hour.” FF hadn’t quite understood what Captain Neil meant, he never hid anywhere. People just failed to realize where he was.

“Ok.” he says instead of trying to explain because being unnoticed means no one hid codes from him.

The roof of the Library wasn’t that much different from the roof of the Tower, only that it was taller and bigger. Captain Neil had shut his phone off after texting something, likely to Andrew, and then put it into his pocket.

FF settled on the roof, sat with his back against a heating vent to stay warm. Captain Neil settled next to him and they sat in silence. It felt like back at the start of this where Captain Neil and Andrew would come find him and just sit in silence.

It was nice. He had missed-

“They act like the stadium is the thing that kidnapped me.” Captain Neil says.

Oh okay, quiet time is over apparently.

FF doesn’t say anything, figuring that nothing he could say right now would be the right thing and maybe Captain Neil just needs to talk through some stuff.

“That stadium is where I thought I’d have my last good memory.” Captain Neil explains, “I’m not scared of it and yet Andrew’s acting like I’ll die if I’m left alone for more than 2 seconds while we’re there. Every time we go there they all act like the most important thing in the world is that I get on that bus at the end of the night.” Captain Neil explains.

FF does remember how Andrew had grabbed Captain Neil after their October game up in Binghamton. How Captain Neil had complained bitterly but had gone after looking at Andrew.

“He’s dead!” Captain Neil exclaimed and FF couldn’t help but look over at the entrance and hoped no one heard them. “He’s dead! I watched him get shot! He can’t kidnap me again!” Captain Neil continued to yell and FF couldn’t help but worry that they’d be heard below, or worse bother a student trying to study below.

FF reached out and touched Captain Neil’s arm and bright blue eyes turned to him, “We’re on a library. Don’t yell.” FF said and Captain Neil looked at him incredulously.

Then he laughed. He laughed and laughed and FF was worried that he’d gone and broken his Captain.

He suddenly felt bad about his own bout of hysterical laughter a while back.

“Thanks Smith.” Captain Neil had said with a smile.

They had sat up there until it was dark and Andrew had started calling FF’s phone and Captain Neil took the call to say he was coming back.

Now they’re on the bus, dressed nicely, and on their way up to Binghamton’s stadium. Captain Neil and Andrew are hidden in the far back of the bus with Andrew looking far more like a watchdog than anything else the closer they got to their destination.

Captain Neil had seemed largely resigned to this treatment at this point. Eventually they were at the stadium and shown to their seats. They were sat across from the Trojans and it seemed like the rest of the team was quite pleased with that.

“Smith!” Captain Jeremy Knox is smiling at him, “Nice to see you again bud, nice name change too.” he says.

“It’s nice to see you too, Captain Jeremy.” FF says and doesn’t notice how Captain Neil’s head whips around to look at him.

“You two know each other?” Nicky asks looking between the two of them with excitement.

“Of course! We offered Smith a spot at the USC Trojans.” Captain Jeremy says and FF feels his stomach cramp at the memory.

That had been terrifying.

Coach Rheman and Captain Jeremy wanted to sit down to make their offer with his parents. He was still 17 and unable to sign anything legal without their permission. He’d tried to decline and move past them and Captain Jeremy had put the final nail in the coffin at the time for any thought that he could go to college on the power of his apparent Exy capabilities.

“I saw in your file that you have brothers! USC always gives a second look at student applicants who already have siblings in the university. You could go to school with your brothers!” he had smiled brightly like he wasn’t issuing FF one of the most terrifying threats he’d ever heard in his entire life.

He had given the firmest ‘No thank you, I’m not interested in playing Exy in college.’ he could and was running to his Grandma’s to breath into a bag for twenty minutes.

“I see you changed your mind about playing Exy in college.” Captain Jeremy said with the same smile that still feels like a threat.

“Coach Wymack and Captain Dan were convincing.” he says and looks to see if there’s any way he can move further away from Captain Jeremy’s attention.

“Can I ask what convinced you to be a Fox?” Captain Jeremy asks, “I’m always trying to see what support we should be offering. I found out last year that we missed out on Andrew because we didn’t offer spots to Aaron or Nicky. I thought since you had brothers that’d be the thing that got you.” Captain Jeremy leans across the table but stops when he notices the Foxes all tense. “Whoa, what’s up?” he asks.

Jean Moreau sighs from next to Captain Jeremy, “Not everyone wants to go to college with their family, Jeremy.” Jean says, “Did it not cross your mind that he changed his entire name?” he asks with a raised brow.

Jeremy blinks, “Oh,” he looks at FF, “I guess that wasn’t the right thing to offer.” he says leaning back in his chair.

“I guess I should thank you for offering that?” Nicky says wryly before turning to look at FF, “You look better in orange anyways.” he says.

“Thank you Nicky.” FF returns loyally.

The banquet gets started shortly afterwards. Food is served. The bar is opened. People are talking. FF finds himself relaxing the longer the conversations around him go on. Matt is talking with a backliner on the Trojan line named Todd in good cheer. Captain Neil, Kevin, and Jean are all talking about the latest updates with Ichirou in French with the occasional gesture towards FF. Jean Moreau looks at him with a raised eyebrow but gives him a single nod when Captain Neil explains what happened.

Jeremy is chatting with Jack and even Jack was finding it hard to maintain his usual level of rudeness in the face of such unbridled positive energy. Nicky was talking with Katelyn and Alvarez. Aaron was chatting with a fellow med student college athlete who was an offensive dealer.

It was shaping up to be a good night.

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

#Fluent Freshman AU #Jeremy Knox essentially threatening FF on accident #With a huge smile #Fucking kills me #Winter Banquet getting into full swing #Ya'll know where it's heading but not all the parts that happen #Foxes are on high alert #No one likes Neil being in Binghamton #There was definitely an all-hands meeting about how Neil is not allowed to go anywhere alone #That if a security guard approaches Neil you treat that security guard like an active threat #Nicky just thinks it's Andrew wanting an excuse to hold his BF's hand all night #Andrew: “Smith you're on covert operations. Keep an eye out for threats.”#FF: “Aye aye Captain.”#Neil: “OH SO NOW HE'S A CAPTAIN TOO? WHAT'S NEXT?!”#Neil is butt hurt about the whole “Captain Jeremy” thing #He could accept it for Dan #But JEREMY?#Neil's gonna need a lot of TLC to get over this betrayal TBFH #In adult news #My closing is next week Friday!#Wooo #I really speedran the whole owning property thing #Thank you bullshit luck #AFTG #AFTG AU #AFTG OC #Andreil #Wow 40 parts on this thing #Still wild #Thanks for joining me on this ride

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A Long Time Coming

summary: You go on patrol with Joel, unknowingly sealing your fate.

warnings: you could picture either game!joel or show!joel in this, angst, mentions of torture and blood, no use of y/n, f!reader, reader is Joel’s wife, not proofread, spoilers for The Last of Us Part 2!

author’s note: angst angst angst. sorry but also not really. anyways I totally think that if the roles were reversed and ellie had died instead of joel, joel would have 100% done the same thing.

Abby Anderson had spent years thinking about this moment.

Dreaming about it. Anticipating it.

Planning out what she would say, what she would do, when she finally faced the man who had killed her father.

She had never foreseen it happening like this– by a chance. Her stubbornness and foolishness almost leading to sure death if not for fate’s interference– the infected about to sink its teeth into her neck stabbed in the head by an older man.

A woman appearing from behind him, gun raised and eyebrows furrowed as she provided cover fire.

“Y’alright?” The man’s voice had a subtle southern accent, his hands gently holding onto Abby’s biceps as he steadied her.

Her eyes were wide, breath coming in quick pants as she surveyed the man and the woman. She gave a quick nod, and the man nodded in return.

“Babe, we gotta go!” The woman was shouting, firing another round into the head of a runner. The man was still focused on Abby.

“We gotta run–”

“I know somewhere,” Abby was speaking, thinking of the lodge her and her group had holed up in as they surveyed Jackson.

The man nodded again, “Lead the way.”

It was almost laughable at how things had happened.

The man, revealed as Joel once in the safety of the lodge, served right to her on a silver platter. Right after he saved her life.

And she had planned to end his.

But as she walked alongside Joel and the woman, she quickly came to realize they were married– at least, judging by the silver ring on the woman’s left ring finger.

And her mind slowly started to change.

She had wanted to torture Joel– give him a cruel and suffering-filled ending. But now, with his wife, she could do to him what he did to her when she was a child.

She could make it so much worse than what he did to her. Make it painful, make him watch– helpless, unable to do anything as she tortured the woman he loved.

She had settled on that when they made their way into the lodge, her friends perking up as they moved inside.

“Abby? Where were you?” Owen was asking, standing from his sleeping bag with concern etched onto his face.

“I went on a walk,” she said, pulling her snow-covered beanie from her head.

“Who’s this?” Nora spoke, arms crossed over her chest.

“I’m Joel,” the man said. He held back a hand to guide forward the woman, who gave a small smile as she wiped stray snow from her braided hair.

Joel’s hand fell to the small of her back as she gave her name, followed by: “I’m Joel’s wife.”

The group fell silent as they looked at one another. Abby moved to stand next to Manny, Joel and his wife now positioned away from the rest of the group.

“Y’all act like you’ve heard of us,” Joel gave an uneasy chuckle as his wife took a step back, her hand moving to tug at his coat.

“Joel,” she whispered, eyes wide as she glanced at Abby and back to her husband. “I think it’s time we get back. Tommy’s gonna be worried.”

Abby could’ve laughed. If they didn’t already suspect this was the Joel they were looking for, his wife had just sealed the couple’s fate with one word. Tommy.

“Oh,” Mel spoke, glancing sideways at Owen as the group shuffled tensely. Manny stepped back towards his sleeping bag, bending at the knees and grabbing something.

“We have.”

It happened in a flash.

Joel’s wife forcibly tugged him backwards. Manny took two long strides forward, and the shotgun he now had in his grasp fired, aimed straight at Joel’s leg.

The older man yelled in pain, crumpling forward to the ground as the bullets tore through his lower thigh and knee. His wife was screaming— reaching for the pistol tucked in her belt— but she was too slow. Nora and Nick surged forward, grabbing her by her arms and forcing her forwards.

“You stupid, old man,” Abby gave a shake of her head, a disbelieving huff escaping her lips.

Joel tried to struggle to his feet, but his injuries made his attempt futile. Before he could even think to reach for his gun, Owen and Manny were on him— tossing the weapon across the room and wrenching him to his feet.

The man groaned in agony as they dragged him further into the room, finally dropping him into a heap in front of where Nora and Nick were still holding his wife.

“Fuck you!” She screamed, thrashing in their holds. The rest of the group circled them now, eyes on Abby, as she picked up the golf club leaning against the nearby wall.

“You can’t stop this,” she said, her knuckles white as she gripped the club. “This has been a long, long time coming.”

“We don’t even know you!” The wife shouted, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

“You don’t,” Abby used the club to gesture at her. Then, she turned, pointing the golf club towards Joel. “But he does.”

He was on the ground, hands behind his back as Owen tied them together.

“I have no clue,” he said, taking a heavy breath. “Who you are. I’ve crossed a lotta people. You’re not the first.”

“My father,” Abby snapped as Joel looked up at her. “You killed him. Shot him in the fucking head. Starting to remember yet?” She gave a humorless laugh, taking a step towards him.

“Leave him alone!” His wife screamed. Abby ignored her.

“The firefly hospital in Salt Lake. The surgeon. Ring any fucking bells?” She seethed, raising the golf club.

Owen moved back, and Abby swung the club down as hard as she could— right into Joel’s face.

—

You screamed as Abby brought the club down on Joel. You could feel your strength slipping as you struggled against the two holding you back.

“Stop!” You screamed, your tears threatening to fall. You wouldn’t let them— you didn’t want these people to have that satisfaction. “Let him go! Leave him alone!”

“Shut the fuck up!” The man holding you yelled, wrenching your arm back painfully. You screamed in pain as he pulled your shoulder from its socket.

Joel’s head was bleeding now as he laid on the floor. The dark red blood trickled down to his cheek. It matted his greying hair. It made you sick to your stomach.

Your eyes were trained on his face as his eyes closed– before slowly opening again, now hooded. She had struck him hard— you were almost surprised he was still awake.

Almost.

Joel was a stubborn bastard, after all, and you knew that better than most.

It was his stubbornness and reluctance to trust you that had almost led to his leaving you on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.

But thanks to Ellie’s unending prodding (and his heart, which he still seemed to have after all these years) he had allowed you to come with them.

He was supposed to drop you off somewhere along the way– at least, he told himself he was supposed to– but you had a way of worming your way into people’s hearts.

Plus, Ellie adored you, and she would’ve killed him if he had sent you packing.

You had joined him and Ellie on their journey across the country. You had watched him almost die at that science facility– almost died yourself after being taken by the crazy cannibal David and his crew— and along the way, the three of you had turned into some mismatched, weird little family.

You hadn’t been with them in the hospital in Salt Lake City. You had broken off from them to see if you could find any traces of your family, who had lived in the area before Outbreak Day. You hadn’t seen what had happened. Hadn’t been forced to make the decision Joel did (you would’ve made the same one).

You only knew that when you saw Joel pull up in that rusty old pickup truck, with a sleeping Ellie in a hospital gown in the back seat, that whatever had happened was what needed to happen.

And now, the past was here– all caught up to you.

Abby stepped back from Joel, the club still clutched tightly in her hands.

“You know, when I thought of this moment, I didn’t envision it like this,” she spoke, her eyes still on Joel. “But this is better than I could’ve hoped for.”

She turned to face you then, and your eyes narrowed.

“Fuck you,” you spat, rage replacing the fear in your body. At least she wasn’t focused on Joel anymore.

“I was going to torture him,” she told you, jerking her chin to gesture to Joel, still laying on the floor a few feet behind her. “Beat him until he stopped breathing. But, you’ve given me the perfect opportunity for revenge.”

“Go to hell,” you seethed, and Abby raised the club again.

The man and woman released you to take a step back, but before you could even start to run, Abby brought the club down right into your knee. A sickening crunch could be heard as you crumpled to the ground, screaming in pain.

“Still feeling feisty?” Abby said, crouching down to meet your gaze.

You spit in her face, and she wiped it from her cheek with the sleeve of her shirt. She stood once more, raised the club again, and brought it down on your side.

You could feel your ribs cracking at the force of the swing. You groaned, a weak cough sputtering past you lips and splattering blood on the floor in front of you.

A ringing in your ears started up then, caused by the pain. You moaned in pain, your eyes searching for Joel across the room.

They had forced him to sit back up, and his eyes were wide open now. He was saying something– but you couldn’t hear anything. Your eyes met his and you finally felt a tear fall down your cheek.

The club came down again. Your head was bleeding now, the ringing even louder.

Again. The bone in your leg was surely broken.

Again. More ribs, cracking and breaking. More blood coughed up, painting the floor and your lips a dark red.

Another hit to the head. Stars dotted your vision, and the ringing in your ears was getting unbearable. You felt your eyes slip closed, and suddenly you were in the house you shared with Joel back in Jackson.

It was right after you and Joel had officially started dating. He had brought Ellie over to your house for the weekly dinner the three of you had made a habit of in the few weeks you’d been living in Jackson.

The two of you were sitting on the couch in the living room. Ellie was perched on one of the armchairs with Joel’s guitar in her lap. Joel was talking periodically, guiding her through a song, one you remembered loving before the Outbreak.

You broke out into a grin as Ellie played, the words slowly coming back to you. You began to sing, and Ellie grinned as she risked looking up from the guitar to meet your gaze. You gave her a reassuring smile as you continued to sing, both of you soldiering on even when she played the wrong chord or when you stumbled through the words.

Joel was grinning beside you, his eyes watching you intently as you sang. It was the first time he’d ever heard you sing, and he was entranced.

When Ellie played the last chord and your voice quieted, he whistled, earning a laugh from you and Ellie.

“You’ve got a beautiful voice,” he told you, and you had waved him off. Ellie backed him up, and without much more resistance you accepted their compliments.

“We could start a band!” Ellie said, and you and Joel had laughed.

“That’s a great idea, Els. You on guitar, me and Joel on vocals,” you said, winking at him. He shook his head with a laugh.

The memory faded as you were brought back to reality by someone roughly shoving you into a sitting position. You could barely see through your swollen eyelids– but you were sure you could make out the tan jacket of your husband close by.

“J-Joel,” you mumbled, the words feeling thick in the fuzziness of your mouth. Blood and drool seeped from between your lips. You were faintly aware of the gaps of now missing teeth in your mouth.

“Baby,” you heard his voice— strained and in pain— from across the room. “You gotta get up. Please, baby, get up. Please,” he begged, but then you were being hit again and the stars were back as another memory resurfaced.

It was the day before your wedding. Freshly fallen snow painted the world a bright white, and you were doubled over in laughter as you watched Ellie pelt Joel in the face with a snowball.

“Think that’s funny, huh?” He had asked you, a wide smile of his face. You had nodded.

“Oh, I think it’s hilarious,” you told him, and in an instant he was scooping up snow to make his own snowball as you shrieked and ran for cover.

“Ellie, let’s get Joel!” You called to her as she scrambled to make another snowball nearby. The teen had whooped in agreement as Joel let his snowball fly, narrowly missing your head as you ducked behind a snow-covered bush.

“Now that ain’t fair!” Joe shouted through a laugh as you shot out from behind the bush and threw your snowball.

“What’re you gonna do about it, old man?” Ellie called to him as she ran past him.

The three of you laughed and threw snowballs until your fingers were numb, and after Joel’s surrender, the three of you convened in the middle of the yard.

“Alright, let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here,” you chattered, moving to follow Ellie into the house. Joel fell into step alongside you.

“Have fun?” He asked you quietly.

“The most,” you replied.

“Guys, watch out on the steps, it’s a little slippery. Don’t need you two breaking any hips,” Ellie told you as she made it onto the porch before stepping into the house.

“Here, I’ll go up first, then pick you up,” Joel told you, moving onto the first step. You rolled your eyes but nodded, a grin breaking out onto your face at his chivalry.

He made it to the third step when he slipped, falling backwards and arms flailing in an attempt to catch himself— which led to his elbow hitting you right in the eye.

The two of you fell back into the snow, Joel on top of you. He quickly rolled off, worry on his face as he assessed you. “You okay?”

“I think I just died for a second,” you said, and he rolled his eyes and huffed a laugh before helping you up.

And that was how you ended up sporting a black eye at your wedding.

You were sure you were sporting two black eyes now.

“Please,” the word was a broken sob, filtering in and out of your ears.

“Please get up.” He was begging you, but you couldn’t feel anything anymore.

“Please, just stop. It’s me you want, not her. Please—” he was pleading, but it didn’t matter.

You could barely register the sound of a broken scream— your scream. It was one last exclamation of your pain.

As your world faded to black, the only thing you could think of was what Joel had said to you that night, years ago.

“You have a beautiful voice.”

—

By the time that someone found him, Abby and her group were long gone and he was hanging by a thread.

After they had killed you, they had beaten him within an inch of his life. He almost wished they had just killed him.

“Joel?” Dina’s voice was soft, concerned as she crouched down beside him. “Joel, can you hear me?”

A bang echoed upstairs, followed by the pounding of footsteps overhead.

Dina stood, momentarily disappearing from Joel’s sight.

“Ellie, down here!” He heard her call, and then he could see her again as she moved across the room, crouching down once more in front of the bloody, broken mess of your body.

“Joel? Fuck– Joel, are you–” Ellie was in his face now, her eyebrows furrowed in concern and panic obvious in her tone as she surveyed his injuries.

“We gotta— we gotta go. We gotta get him to Jackson, we— Dina, we gotta—” she was stumbling through her words, her mind moving a thousand miles a minute as she tried to fight through her panic.

“Ellie,” Dina’s voice was quiet and Ellie turned away from him. He couldn’t see her face anymore, but he could tell the exact moment she saw your lifeless body.

Then Joel’s world went dark.

—

A proper burial was held for you back in Jackson, a few days after everything had happened. It gave Joel time to rest and recover enough to be able to attend.

Ellie hadn’t left his side since they brought him back. She hadn’t said much, either— consumed by her grief and anger. You had become a mother figure to her, just as Joel was her father figure.

She was hurting, and Joel was, too, but the two of them had never been that good at talking about their feelings. So, they sat in silence, grieving together but separate.

The townspeople had decorated the front of the house with an abundance of bright flowers and cards. Wherever Ellie went, someone offered their condolences.

She didn’t want condolences. She wanted revenge. She wanted to hunt down and slaughter every single person who had been in the room that night— who had done that to you. To him.

She told Joel she was going, and of course he hadn’t wanted her to leave. He didn’t want what happened to you to happen to her. But, he also knew that if he was able, he’d be halfway to Seattle by now.

So he let her go.

And he told her to kill every last one of them.

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♡Louder than love♡

Tom kaulitz x Fem!Reader

Guys I’m back 😭 school has been kicking my ass it’s been forever since I’ve updated I’ll hopefully get more time to write after finals love y’all ❤︎. (I literally fell asleep while making this 💀)

Warnings(weed, alcohol, smut) ion know

This fic is about Tom and you having sex together for the first time after dating for a while this was requested by @minniespacesstuff sorry for the long wait babes 😭

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Tom and I have been dating for about six months and have been friends for almost five years. We met because me and Bill are best friends. I’ve seen Tom with quite a few girls over the time I’ve known him and how high his sex drive was. He used to always talk about a new girl he was hooking up with, but now with me he doesn’t even talk about going past kissing with me . It’s starting to worry me quite a bit. Does he not find me attractive? Well, at least in that way?

"Y/n?" I look up and see Tom staring down at me. I must have gotten distracted by my thoughts again. "Sorry, yeah?" I say, looking at him, "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I’m good just thinking." "Okay," he smiles sweetly and leans down to kiss me. His lips feel so soft against mine that it always feels amazing when he kisses me. We make out every once in awhile, but he always stops as soon as it gets too heated, making up an excuse to leave. If it makes me feel horrible, does he really want to leave that bad when we kiss?

"Uh, Bill said that he wants to go party tonight; are you up for it?" He asks shortly after breaking the kiss, I guess a drink or two would be great to rid me of my worries for a bit." "Yeah, I would love to!" I say with a little too much enthusiasm, "Okay then, we leave at nine." He smiles sweetly, walks off, and begins to talk to Gustav. I get up and go to my room. I begin to get ready for the night. I put on a tight-fitting skirt that I know Tom likes and a small tank top.

I feel exposed in the thin clothes, but I want to impress Tom, so I wear them none the less.

It’s already 8:50 Once I’m done with my makeup, I walk out of the room, and everyone is already done. Georg is the first to see me. "DAMN Y/N!" He shouts loudly, and the rest of the boys quickly look back at me. "You look so pretty," Gustav says shyly. "Thanks, Gus." "Y/N, YOU SLUT!" Bill screams, "You look so beautiful, Meine Liebe." Tom says while caressing my cheek. I look up at him and sheepishly smile.

"Uhhg, stop being all lovely dovey, let’s go!" Bill says while dragging me to the car:

It’s already 9:20. Once we arrive at the club, me and Bill run to the bar and say, "Can I have two shots of tequila, please?" I sigh as the warm liquid coats my throat. I and Bill order two more rounds before going to find the rest of the boys sitting in a booth talking. Gustav has already found a girl and is sitting next to her. Tom scoots so I can sit next to him. I can’t help but stare at him while everyone talks. My mind starts to wonder back to why he won’t go any further than kissing me. Worries flood my body, only enhanced by the alcohol, and my thoughts are once again cut off. "Wanna smoke?" Georg says as he pulls out two joints. Gustav declines as he’s too busy talking with the girl he found. The rest of us say yes and walk outside. Me and Bill share one joint while Tom and Georg share the other.

The high takes over quickly; me and Bill are a giggling mess. He pulls me away once again to the bar and orders two random mixed drinks.

"Y/n?" He asks, "Yeah, Bill?" "Are you okay? "You’ve been acting a bit weird lately," he says. His words are a bit slurred, but none the less, I tell him the truth. The weed and alcohol lead the conversation. "So you guys haven’t fucked at all?" He asks in disbelief, "No, we barely go past kissing." I say while downing another shot and Bill does the same, "Wow, that’s really surprising, knowing him..." Bill's words make me feel 100% worse about the situation. I’m guessing he senses this and quickly follows up with, "I’m sure there’s a good reason though! Maybe you should just ask?" No, that’s exactly what I don’t want to do." Yeah, you're right, I will thank you Bill.” He’s right, that’s the mature thing to do. "Come on, let’s dance!" I say while pulling him to the floor, trying to escape the conversation. Me and him dance together for a while, but I’m surprised when I feel two hands place themselves on my waist. I immediately pull away and look at them angrily to see that it was just Tom. My face softens when I realize it’s just him. He seems happy about my reaction to this and pulls me back towards him. I smile as he kisses me. "Are you ready to go?" I nod my head yes, feeling tired from all the thinking I’ve been doing tonight. We all decide it’s time to leave and get back in the car. Gustav decided to leave the poor girl behind, claiming she was too dull to bring back with us.

Once we arrive back at the house, I stumble into the door and am the first in the shower. Once I get out, Tom stops me on the way to my room "Do you want to stay in my room tonight?" He sweetly asks "yeah just let me get dressed first" "okay I'll see you soon" he says walking into the bathroom to take a shower.

im already in his bed once he's done he gets In only wearing a pair of boxers I love being the only one to see him like this we cuddle and talk about nothing laughing at stupid jokes we make up our high has already left but we're still buzzed from all the alcohol once our conversation dies down I begin to think about Bills words "Tom?" "Yes Meine Liebe?" He asks sincerely sensing the fear in my voice " do you not find me attractive?"

Toms P.O.V

My heart drops when she says, "Y/n, what are you talking about? Of course I do!" I say while sitting up, and she does the same. I can see tears prickling her eyes. She’s been thinking about this for awhile. "It’s just, I saw how you were with your other "girlfriends" and how sexual you acted with them, but you never want to do things like that with me." This is the exact opposite of what I wanted to happen: "That’s because those relationships were purely sexual; of course I want to do things like that with you; it’s just that I didn’t want you to think that’s all I wanted from you." Once I say this, tears rush down her face. "But you have had so many opportunities, but you always leave before anything can happen." Her voice sounds hurt. "I know if we go any further, I won’t want to stop." I say while wiping the tears off her face. She puts her head in my chest while I rub her back, trying to comfort her.

"Can I make it up to you?" She looks up at me with a questioning look.

Y/ns P.O.V

I nod my head when he says this , Is he going to buy me another gift? I think to myself, I’m surprised when he begins to kiss my neck, but I quickly melt into the feeling as he kisses me all around until he finds a spot that makes me moan. I feel him smirk against my skin. He begins to feel my body through my clothes. He slips his hand under my shirt and massages my breast. I can’t help but wine. "Scheiße, I’ve wanted to do this for so long," he said as he rids me of my shirt. I cover myself, but he quickly pulls my hands from my body. "You're too pretty to be doing that, Meine Liebe." He stares at my body for a moment before kissing down my stomach, leaving a trail of love bites. I begin to squirm once he kisses my thighs. He holds my legs over his shoulders, keeping them still. He kisses my heat through my pants. "Ahh-fuck Tom," I say while covering my face. "God Y/N, you’re so wet." He says while moving my panties to the side. "You've been waiting for this for a long time, huh?" "Mhhhm T-tom" "Come on, Süßes Mädchen, use your words." "I’ve wanted this for so long," I say in a breathy voice. Tom smirks, "Well, I won’t make you wait any longer baby." His tongue makes contact with my cunt. It feels so good with him between my legs. He knows exactly what he’s doing. "A-aah fuck Tom." I see him rut against the bed, trying to relieve his tension. Soon, I feel the knot in my stomach come undone. "Gonna cum hübsches Mädchen?" I desperately nod, "Cum for me then, baby." His words push me to the edge. Once I’m done, he pulls away and kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on his tongue. I look down to see his erection and his boxers stained with precum.

He swiftly takes them off and hovers over me and slowly enters my walls. "M-mhh," he grunts. Once he bottoms out, he waits to move until I tell him. He starts with a slow, sensual pace. He keeps eye contact with me, watching as my face twists in pleasure. "Fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby," he says while his pace quickens. "I-I love you so much, T-tom." I struggle to get his name out. "I love you too, mein hübsches Mädchen, I can’t believe I waited so long to do this. You feel so good." Our lips connect once more before I reach my climax again. I let out a string of vulgar words, and once I called his name for the second time tonight, he soon fallows after me. His strokes becoming uncoordinated and slower, and I moan at the feeling of being full of warm liquid.

We lay there for a while cuddling, but Tom gets up and goes to his bathroom, and comes back with a warm towel, he cleans me up with it and does the same for himself, then helps me get dressed again. We lay back down, holding each other. "I love you so much, Y/N, and don’t ever think anything less than that." "I love you too, Tommy."

(Thanks you so much If you made it to the end let me know if you enjoyed it and Y’all I have a couple more fives coming out soon one about Gustav and another about Bill it might take a while though, and if you have and head cannons requests please let me know!)

#bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #tokio hotel #smut #tokio hotel smut #kaulitz twins #tom kaulitz x reader #gustav schäfer #georg listing

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gayfanficsonly · 8 months

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Crolwey did not know that he was in love with Aziraphale until Nina mistook them for a couple. Crolwey paused after she walked off and mutterd "love?" to himself because he wasn't aware that was what that feeling was. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his days with the Angel, knew he wanted to drink wine and make jokes, knew he wanted to protect him at all costs, but he didn't know that was love. At least he didn't know all of those emotions were romantic love. So when he figures it out- at the most awkward time (while they are trying to stop Heaven and Hell coming for them)- Crowley doesn't say anything. Mainly because he isn't sure Aziraphale knows what those feelings are either, and also because the conversation goes back to 'Jim', a.k.a Gabriel, and so Crowley has a newfound anger. He doesn't kill people, doesn't kill anything, and yet he tells Gabriel to jump out of the window. Crowley has realised his feelings and realized that the one person he loved was told to 'Shut your stupid mouth and die already', and that's not sitting well with him. Why would it? He hates Heaven with a passion but doesn't hesitate to go up there to save Aziraphale. After expreciancing all of this in just a few hours, the devastation of Aziraphale rejecting him (another post about that whole thing coming soon) hits like a brick wall. He has only just realized what he had nearly lost, and luckily had gotten back (in season on, and now this time, he was losing Aziraphale with these feelings right in the front of his mind.

Aziraphale though, he has known since 1941, when Crowley saved him from the Nazi's in the church. He can recognize love. We know that from Season One, but we also know he reads. Alot. He loves books. And he has more than likely read romance novels, and we know that he (at least I assume) talks to his neighbouring shopkeepers, so Aziraphale probably understands emotions better than Crowley. And defiantly understands Love more than he does. So Aziraphale isn't shocked by Crowley's 'confession'. He is slightly taken aback by the way Crowley is so clearly emotional over it after never being before, and never denies that he has feelings for him too. Aziraphale assumed that they were both aware of those feelings but neither of them said anything or acted upon it because of Heaven and Hell. But now they don't have to worry about it, Aziraphale is much more open to these things. For example, walking about with Crolwey in public and not seeming to rush back to the bookshop. Or him arguing the Bentley is THEIR car, in public. Or him inviting Crowley to dance (again, another post about this stuff coming because I'm obsessed). Aziraphale assumes Crowley just understands it because he does, like they each assume they know what's best for each other on multiple occasions.

Crowley realizes hours before Aziraphale leaves him, and Aziraphale has known for close to 100 years.

Which really makes the ending sting so much worse.

#goodomenss2 #aziraphale #the bentley #good omens season 2 #ineffable divorce #niel gaiman #micheal sheen #david tennant #anthony j crowley #aziraphale x crowley #crowly x aziraphale #aziracrow

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Hii! Hello, I really love your Cryptid au!!!

Something I'm wondering about, if it makes any sense

So like, Time is A God, right? And over however many hundreds of years, he loses his connection to humanity?

So, in the far future, maybe like around Botw, he'd probably be more like the other deities and more well known, right?

Would characters like Flora or Impa, for example, if they knew who he was, be like super amazed about the fact that there is just straight up A God talking to them?

ahh if that makes sense, it's kinda hard to explain!

Hi! This is a great question, thanks for asking! Allow me to ramble and hope that I answer it in a roundabout way haha!

(Under the cut because long)

So, Time’s journey into Godhood is a very long one. His progression from mortal to deity goes quick, but he doesn’t truly embrace his power for centuries after his mortal lifespan is over. In his own era, with Malon and his children, he tries his best to just be a normal guy. He wants to be a dad, a husband. He wants to worry about the fate of the ranch, not the fate of the world. Mostly, he’s afraid. He never wanted to be a God. He never uses his powers.

(He’s like this for the majority of his travels with the Cryptid Chain)

Every Cryptid Link that comes after Time’s era has a different version of the God of Time, the earlier ones not really having an established God but being influenced heavily by his power, and the later ones knowing plenty of myths and legends about the God of Time, but his impacts on their lives are much less obvious. Easily written off.

Time’s most important era, other than his own, would be Twilight’s. This happens only like a hundred or two years after his own life should have ended, and Time is very committed to protecting his family. And so, as the Man of Many Faces, he personally sees to it that Twilight learns how to fight. As the Hero’s Shade, he trains the young Shapeshifter and rewinds time to save his life or give him another chance when things get rough.

He watches when Twilight finishes his adventure. He watches when Twilight leaves to go on the Cryptid Chain’s adventure. He watches until the journeys are over, the battles are won, and everything is quiet. He watches Twilight breathe his last.

After that, he decides that he can’t do that anymore. And while he still protects his boys in their future adventures, he doesn’t get nearly as involved. And it’s not just the Links that he stops interacting with- it’s all mortals. He still does his job diligently. He keeps the timelines in order, he protects his people. He receives prayers and answers what he can, but he does his work from the sidelines.

Because of this, as he truly ascends to Godhood, he is a mystery to mortals. Like I said- earlier Links have been more personally impacted by Time but didn’t know who he was (he was too fresh of a God to be established) and the later Links have been more indirectly impacted by Time but it could be interpreted as mere coincidences. Time would be more well known, but less detectable.

By the time he’d reach Wild’s era, he’d be very reclusive. Flora, the history major we all know and love, would absolutely know about the Hero of Time and all of his titles and names. Impa, Paya, the religious leaders, would also be very knowledgeable about Time’s legends and myths. Purah, our favorite Sheikah researcher, 100% knows all about him! It’s common knowledge, I think, in Wild’s era, but these ones are especially familiar with Time’s history.

Except… the God has not shown himself to the world in thousands of years. I actually do have a scene in mind for one of my storylines where Flora meets Time. She doesn’t know exactly who he is- Cryptid era Time doesn’t act very God-like, at least not like any that she’s come to know of- but there’s something about him. Power rolls off of him in waves, his mere presence is overwhelming. He seems to shine with subtle iridescence, his voice is quiet but it carries. She knows, on some level, that he has authority over her. Over All. (Time would deny this to the ends of the earth, but there’s no denying the truth: he is a God. There’s no escaping that).

I hope this makes sense??? Trying to talk about Time’s lore gets confusing since there’s so many time jumps and rewinds and skips. To summarize, Time stops interacting with mortals so he becomes somewhat of a mysterious God. So while Flora would know of him, she wouldn’t know what to look for. When she meets Time, his present is her past- her present is his future- and present Time is nothing like future Time, so Flora doesn’t recognize him.

This is all Pre-God Reveal, of course haha!

I hope this answers your question?

#the legend of zelda #chain as cryptids au #i answered question #cryptid lore #cryptid time #cryptid flora #GOD LORE GOD LORE!!!#links meet au #sapphire rambles way too long

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UMMMM DOCTOR AGREEING WITH DONNA SAYING ISSAC NEWTON WAS HOT?!!!!!!! AND THEN WHEN HE ASKS IF HE DOES THINGS LIKE THAT DONNA WAS SAYING SOMETHING ABOUT HIS SEXUALITY ALWAYS BEING ON THE SURFACE?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hoo, boy. Well, I just watched the second of the DW 60th anniversary specials ("Wild Blue Yonder"), and let me say...that was fucking awesome. As I've mentioned previously, I am a very casual Doctor Who viewer, but this felt so much tighter and stronger than "Star Beast" by several orders of measure. I know everyone talks about DW being owned by Disney now and how that has affected the budget, but this episode more than proved that you do not need fancy special effects or over-the-top action sequences when you have two actors who can just do what David and Catherine did.

I've only seen a few other DW eps, but I was amazed at how creepy this was, and having it be so intensely character-driven--that is, having the antagonists be copies of the Doctor and Donna and allowing David and Catherine to create two completely different other characters so that it felt like there actually were four different people on screen--was sheer genius. Absolutely brilliant and hilarious but also wildly unnerving at the same time.

Which then brings me to the moment you mentioned, which is thoroughly delicious on its own:

Right off the bat, what surprised me is how very not surprising this is, at least to anyone paying attention. We know the Doctor is an alien who transcends time and space, so there is no reason to think that he/she/they wouldn't also transcend sexuality. And again, not having seen as many episodes of other incarnations (Nine, Eleven, etc.), I have always seen Ten as being bi or pan, without any question. There was something about Fourteen saying this, however, that felt very akin to 57 academics punching the air, and I am just beyond thrilled that this made it into the show.

What's also been interesting to me is seeing the negative response to this development on Twitter, and the subsequent pushback to said response. I've seen a lot of folks saying the Doctor can't possibly be gay (nevermind that being into men doesn't necessarily make the Doctor gay, since bi/pansexuality is A Thing That Exists) because of Rose, and then other folks responding with examples from Ten's era showing all the ways in which Ten is not/has never been 100% straight. But as easy it is for these pushback people to see this as a possibility for fictional characters, they seem to have a very difficult time seeing that same possibility in real people.

To wit: I saw a tweet yesterday from someone who thought that Russell T. Davies was straight--much to my disbelief--and a subsequent reply on that tweet from another person who thought he was married to Julie Gardner. And sure, I'll grant you that not everyone is interested in the personal life of a DW showrunner/writer...but we are talking about the man who wrote the UK version of Queer As Folk, and gave the world Captain Jack Harkness, for crying out loud. The same man who made David/Ten look and act like the biggest bottom ever to bottom and earned the moniker "Russell T. Daddy" for a reason. Yet the grip of compulsory heterosexuality is so strong that all of these things (as well as the fact that he had an actual husband, who sadly passed away a few years ago) ceased to matter.

But...it also suddenly makes sense why so many people are oblivious to the fact that David (and Michael) are most likely not 100% straight.

If we are going to say that the Doctor is not necessarily automatically straight because of having previously dalliances with women, then it makes sense to say that David is not necessarily automatically straight for the same reason. I've talked previously on my blog about how assuming straightness when someone hasn't come out as straight or because someone is in a straight-passing relationship is a problem, and that people don't need to label themselves specifically to be who they are. Yet as willing as so many fans are to let fictional characters step outside of that confining box, those fans are equally willing to push the actors right back into it.

I still see people calling David a "straight man" when that very well might not be the case. When this year in particular, David has been more vocal than ever before about numerous facets of queerness in a multitude of forms (wearing badges, gay pride boots, t-shirts, etc). I've talked about how the clothes David wears seem to be reflecting who he really is more and more, and thinking about the roles he's played this year--Crowley, Fourteen--I see a similar pattern. And I keep thinking about that little boy in Paisley who was afraid to ask for a DW Leelah doll because he didn't want to be a "sissy." I keep thinking of David likely being told that his career would be destroyed if he was anything other than publicly straight, and especially while playing a beloved character like the Doctor.

For him to come back as the Doctor now--in the midst of a deeply charged period in history, with homophobia and transphobia spiking dramatically in the UK--and to mention finding another man hot in the most completely casual way is nothing short of astounding. And what better vehicle to potentially guide David toward opening up about himself than something he has loved for so long? What better show to serve as a lighted pathway, of sorts? Nothing Russell writes is not deliberate. Nothing being done in these specials is not deliberate. And if 900 years isn't too old to discover or become more open about a part of yourself, then why should 52 be?

So yes, those are my thoughts on this new DW 60th anniversary special, and this particular moment with Fourteen (Ten-Four) and Donna. It really does feel as though this is all leading toward something, and I am definitely looking forward to seeing the third and final special next weekend...

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Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves.

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