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cherry-holmes · 5 months

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E R E S M Í A | Javier Peña x F!Reader❤️‍🔥

Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña – Chapter 11.5

aka I’m ovulating

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Summary: You and Javier have funniest things to do than packing your stuff from your apartment.

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Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word count: +1.6k

Warnings: this is pure and complete SMUT. Oral sex (fem receiving). Unprotected P in V sex. Doggy style. A little bit of spanking. Dirty talk. Praise kink. Breeding kink if you squint.

A/N: SO… I’m tryin’ to save my semester here, so I’m having a delay on chapter 12, but since I’m so fuckin’ horny here’s some smut. Hope you like it and stay tuned for chap 12 very soon!!!!

A/N 2: READER DOESNT HAVE PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION. The image of the collage is use just as visual.

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You didn't know how did you both ended up on the floor, but you didn't care. You just couldn't think or care about anything else that wasn't his mouth on your pussy. The couch was right there beside you, yet he had you completely naked and whimpering on your apartment's floor.

He was so concentrated down there, licking your core, drinking every trace that might remain of your long gone innocence. Your fingers were between the strands of his hair, your back arched as you tried to cope the devastating pleasure of his touch.

Both of his hands reached to your breasts, massaging them at first and then his fingers began to stimulate your nipples, making your cried out louder. The slurping sounds filled the room, along with your voice full of lust calling his name.

"Javi... Javi..." you moan, and you caught his attention, "I... need you... oh, I need you inside... please!"

He stopped and looked up at you, his mustache and chin glistening with your slick. "We don't have condoms," he remembered to you.

"Please, I can take the pill," you insisted, and you could tell by the way his pants seemed to be suffocating him, that it would be easy to convince him.

"Those pills are full of hormones, baby, you know what I think about..." he started, but cut himself when your hand traveled down your body to your wetting folds, touching yourself.

"Don't tell me you don't want this, Javi," your voice was devilish and provocative. "I know you've always wanted to have my pussy dripping with your cum."

"Fuck..." he hissed, eyes darkening as he saw your fingers pleasuring yourself. You were so sensitive, so needy of his cock. "You're gonna kill me, baby," he said as he started to unbutton his jeans.

Your eyes followed his already naked torso, his tanned skin, broad shoulders and his irresistible slutty waist. He was painfully beautiful, manly and all yours. Javier Peña was your man.

"On your fours, baby," he ordered and you obeyed immediately. "Easy, if your ankle hurt just tell me," he said and you nodded as you accommodate yourself for him. His hands caressed your ass, exploring your waist, bending over you to trace a path of kisses along your spine to your shoulders and the back of your neck. You gasped when he spanked your ass, the perfect mix of delicacy and intense that made your pussy soaked with anticipation. "Such a nice ass, bonita," he praised as his fingers parted your folds, searching for your swollen clit to keep you wet. "I love making love to you, baby. You make me cum like no one else," he said, and it was true.

He had been with others, many times, but that was just sex. No attachments, no bonds, no feelings. He never cared about feelings; he thought he would never need them in matters of sex. It was better for him, easier. But you came into his life and changed his perspective. Javier learned that love, passion, and emotional bonds could change the way he enjoyed sex. And he loved sex with you.

His length made its way through the stretch walls of your pussy; gentle as he let you adapt to him. You felt his warm hands and his hairy pelvis against your ass. He bend over again, pushing himself further, making you whimper as you felt your own body trying to embrace his cock. You were sure you'll never get use to its size.

"Look at you, taking my cock so fuckin' good," he praised to your ear, low and raspy voice sending shivers down your body where you clenched your walls around him. He grunted at the sensation. "You're such a bratty, though, begging for my dick," he added, his hands taking your tits, squeezing them so delicious and torturous. "Tell me what you want, baby."

"I-I want you to fill my pussy up, Javi," you answered, almost at the edge of lost every piece of control. You were already surrendering to him, to his desires. "Please, fuck me," your cheeks burned just to hear yourself.

He grinned, straightening up and finding a good position behind you. "As you wish, mi amor."

Javi's hips started thrusting in a slow pace, in and out, the friction giving both of you some relief, but you wanted more. You wanted Javier Peña to ruin you.

"Harder," you whispered sounding more desperate than you expected. He wanted to punish you, play teasing and torture you, but you looked so damn hot on in that position, you ass up for him... so his hands took a new place on your waist, pulling you against him as he pushed harder towards you. "Fuck, like that!"

The skin-to-skin sounds filled the apartment as your mouth emitted the most wonderful sounds of pleasure, whining and quivering with each bucked of his hips.

"Fuck damn it," he groaned roughly as he felt himself reaching your deepest point. Your back arched up as a response to the feeling, it hurt a little bit. "You okay?" He asked, concern filtering through his breathlessly voice, but he didn't stopped completely.

"Mhm," you nodded, "Don't stop, it feels so good," you encouraged him, and he took a second to find another signal of uncomfortably from you. When he didn't, his pace restarted. He angled his hips to push inside deep as he could go, and this time you just cried out with completely pleasure.

As he was making sure he wasn't hurting you, his movements became more confident and then he was fuckin' you like he had never done before. Holding your hips as his thrusts were desperately but right to that sweet point.

"That's what you wanted?" He asked in a sharp breath, words coming out between his panting. "You fuckin' little thing, such a naughty girl." He spanked you, harder than before, and your walls clenching around him.

"Yes, Javi... don't stop, don't you..." words coiled at your throat, sinking in a hole of lust and passion.

He didn't showed mercy as he kept his hungry moves on you, adding some more spanks on your butt-cheeks, nasty words praising you and your body. His hands were all over your butt, the soft flesh of your tummy, his hands cupping your pussy.

Suddenly, his arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you up and against his warm chest, holding you in a tight embrace. You sat on his lap, legs parted on each side of his, both kneeling as he buried himself deeply into you. One of his hands cupped one of your breasts roughly, while the other kept you still, his breath quivering in your ear as your moans escaped as broken sobs.

"Eres mía, sólo mía," he sighed with pleasure, his lips on your neck and shoulders as he traced soft wet kisses, some of them you knew would left a mark. "Te amo," he added at the time his hand left your breast to find your clit, tracing soft circles, "y amo tus labios, tu coñito, tus ojos, tus tetas... todo, todo lo que es mío."

You were entangled in sensations, thoughts full of love and lust, emitting incoherent moans. Your hips moved almost of their own volition, tracing circles on him as his fingers traced circles on your sensitive clit. You felt a river of sticky slick running down your core to his dick and balls. "You want more?" He asked and you could heard him grinning when you nodded, "Wanna have your sweet, tight, little cunt full of my fuckin' cum?" He asked, but this time when you nodded, he tightened his grip on your body and ordered you with a mandatory voice, "Say it, I wanna hear you."

"Ye-yes," you managed to say.

"Yes what?" He pushed.

"I want your cum dripping out my pussy, Javi, please, I want you to cum inside," your voice quivered, your cheeks burned and his balls shuddered at your words.

“Shit,” he groaned. Then, his arms released you, pulling back but still very inside of you. “Bounce on it, then, make cum,” he demanded.

Your hands went to the floor, founding a better position so you could start moving. Your hips went up and down, back and forth as you whimpered and whined at the overwhelming feeling.

Javier was mesmerized by the way your ass bounced, his big cock disappearing inside of you and coming out soaked with your honey. He was moaning, praising you, grunting as he felt his release coming closer. You were very close too.

“Ah! Ah! Javi… I’m gonna cum…” you warned him, and he took your hips to help you fastened your movements as he he growled full of lust and passion.

“Keep going, just like that, I’m coming, baby.”

Javier cum inside of you with a loud groan, eyes shut and his heavy weight curling over you. And when you felt your pussy filling with his thick, warm load, you came as your body convulsed under his. You could perfectly feel his cock twitching inside as both of your releases came out of you cunt, over the floor.

“You alright?” He whispered after a few moments, still trying to recover his breath.

“Yeah,” you answered, cock drunk, not wanting him to came out of you. “That was… awesome.”

“I know,” he agreed, his lips placing kisses on your back as he finally came out.

When you tried to climb to the couch, he took you by your waist, pulling you back to him. You laughed and sat on his bare lap, over his still wet, half-hard cock. His arms wrapped around you once more, his lips on your mouth to share a passionate kiss. His fingers traced a soft circles on your legs, and your fingers went to his hair to pull him closer.

You still have a lot of stuff to packed to officially moved to his place, but when his fingers found the way to your core filled of himself, you couldn’t say no.

CHAPTER 12

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girlwithwolftatoo · 2 years

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The moon boys finding out about your fictional crushes? Do you think they would be like really jealous? Or just bothered?

My sweet silly babies...

Marc Spector:

*Not actually jealous, just pretending to sometimes, like when you're watching the movie/series where your crush appears.

*Will sit besides you, eyebrows slightly tense. "Hmm... I see... you like them becase of how they look, right?" "They're handsome, yes, but looks isn't the most important thing, Spector"

*If the character has a very recognizable feature (a phrase, a piece of clothing) Marc may use them just to tease you. "What? I thought you liked it" he mentions mockingly.

*Will buy you some merchandise, loving the happy look in your face. Then, you proceed to hug them "You're better" "Because I'm real?" "Because you're you, Marc"

Jake Lockley:

*Has the typical jealous reaction of those boyfriends who mock your fictional crush and even compare to them. "Yeah, but I bet they don't shower" "Well, they're from a medieval fantasy world, Jake" "See? Tengo razón"

*If you have a poster, Funko or something else, always gives them this angry look. You even caught him once fighting them, telling them how much you love him and they won't have you and stuff.

*Tries to get your attention while you're watching/reading something related to your crush, giving you kisses and trying to step between you and the material. Uusally it makes you laugh.

*"Sabes que yo soy mejor, ¿verdad bonita? ("You know I'm better, right, pretty baby?")

Steven Grant:

*Why being jealous of a fictional character? Unless you manage to get into a universe where they actually exists, there's nothing to worry about.

*May join you in your hobby and even pick a favorite character, if he doesn't end up liking the same as you.

*Will leave a place in his flat for you to put the merch you have about this character, and even make some jokes about how your action figure looks funny next to his Amon-Ra statue.

#moon knight #moon knight series #moon boys #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley headcanon #steven grant headcanon #marc spector headcanon #moon knight headcanon

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namorslutfanfiction · 1 year

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Heyyyy it’s me, free-for-all-fics!! For the blurb challenge, how about 14 and 18 with Rafa? You’re getting me addicted to him. This is all your fault! 🫵💜 Love your work!

Here's 14

Rafa had smoked three blunts after depriving himself of weed for a couple weeks, the longest he had been cold turkey since he had picked up his first joint. He had wanted to bring his tolerance back down and also flush not only the weed but the coke from his system. But here he was again, high as a kite and suddenly feeling the munchies, something he hadn't felt in awhile.

He got up and walked to the kitchen in search of anything to fill his ravenous appetite but the cupboards were bare except for alcohol. The rest of the boys had gone to the club, leaving him to enjoy his high in peace. Now he was at a loss as to how to get food, and he really didn't feel like driving.

Rafa spotted the rotary phone on the counter and then glanced at the clock. You should have finished your shift at the restaurant and be home by now. He grinned to himself, not only would he get to see his girl but you could also feed him. The narco patiently put in your number and waited the couple rings before you answered.

"Hello?" You replied, a yawn stretching out the word.

"Bonita, can you come over? I need your cooking," Rafa was already smiling at the prospect of eating with you and eating you once you arrived.

"So demanding," You teased, "Just for that I'll cook a meal I want and not one of your favorites. Give me 20 minutes."

You hung up the phone before Rafa could respond. He didn't mind though as he took a long drag from his joint. Hurriedly, he started throwing out the empty bottles and discarding make shift ash trays that the boys had left out. The narco knew you would need room to cook and tidying up was the least he could do. As he did so he caught his reflection in the mirror. He paused for a moment, noticing his unwavering smile and the color in his cheeks. The little detox had definitely helped him look less like death walking. Instinctively he ran his fingers through his hair, making sure it looked perfectly coifed.

Looking up and down he realized that his pants were getting tight, the high already bringing out his horniness. Oh he was definitely, looking forward to having a taste of you later.

You arrived in exactly twenty minutes with a couple bags of groceries. You beelined to the kitchen where Rafa was waiting for you, helping you unpack the groceries without you having to ask. Once everything was spread out Rafa laughed out loud and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. You reciprocated, wrapping your arms around him, running your fingers up his neck and into his hair.

Rafa pulled away and hummed against your lips, "I've miss you, mi amor."

"I missed you too. Now go sit over there while I cook," You commanded, as you rolled up your sleeves and went to the sink.

Rafa watched you languidly from across the kitchen island as you started to season the steak and chop some onions. You could feel him watching you as you started making tortillas with a press you brought with you. You were grilling the steak when Rafa came up next to you, one hand affectionately grabbing your ass while the other put the joint into your mouth so you could take a drag.

You blew the smoke at him with a smirk. He responded by kissing the side of your neck and grinding lightly on your ass. You let him as you started to heat the tortillas. "Aren't you going to ask me what I'm cooking?"

Rafa gripped your waist playfully, "You think I don't know tacos when I see them? Give me a little credit, amor."

"Good. Go cut some limes for us and then we can eat. Clean up. And after that we can do something else," You nudged him towards the limes on the counter.

Rafa raised his eyebrow, "Something else?"

You finished with the tortillas and shut off the stove top. Swiftly you cut up the steak and made up a plate of tacos for the both of you. Rafa moved forward and placed a bowl of limes between the two plates. He raised an eyebrow at you, asking again, "Something else?"

You smirked up at him as you pulled the blunt from his lips and took a long drag. You closed the distance between the two of you, blowing the smoke into his open mouth before you pressed up against him. You grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down for a lip biting, tongue filled kiss that left you both breathless.

"Something like that," You bit your lip as Rafa looked down at you, eyes dark with lust. His hunger forgotten, Rafa grabbed your face and pulled you in for another kiss. It startled you when he lifted you up to wrap your legs around his waist. The ridge of his tented jeans hit you right between the legs as he carried you over to the couch, lips locked, and his hands kneading your ass.

"I'll take that something now," Rafa whispered as he laid you down and kissed his way down your neck.

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Here's 18

When you arrived at Rafa's sprawling mansion you were surprised to find that the rest of the boys weren't around. Your surprise increased when you found Rafa in the kitchen, a cute floral apron on, surrounded by baking ingredients. Among the ingredients were also three sliced open bundles of weed flower.

You observed the narco for a minute as he stirred something in a pot on the stove. You couldn't help but giggle when Rafa stuck a finger into the concoction and gasped at the heat. Rafa turned around at the sound of your voice. His eyes were wide and he looked flustered.

"Someone is busy," You commented as you walked towards him and looked into the pot that he went back to stirring pensively. Inside was a dark green liquid that had the telltale smell of weed. You swung around and hugged him from behind, nuzzling your face into his back.

“Stop back-hugging me while I’m trying to cook! You’re distracting me," Rafa ran a hand through his hair, leaving a trail of flour through the dark locks. He let out a sigh and his shoulders relaxed, "I was going to surprise you but I keep fucking it up."

You turned Rafa around and looked him over, his frustration evident. The man looked like a kicked puppy and it was so cute, especially with the mess he had made and the apron he had on. "It's alright, my love. We can make it together. Whatever it is."

You looked around at all the ingredients and then back at the pot full of green liquid. "What are you making anyway?"

A smile spread across Rafa's face as his usual enthusiasm took over, "Well you know how you love brownies? I wanted to make you 'special' brownies we could share."

"You wanted to make me edibles?" You couldn't help but smile at the gift that was definitely an extension of the man in front of you.

"Yes I did. But the first batch was undercooked. The next batch came out like this," Rafa walked over to a pan in the sink that had brownies in it. He knocked his fist on the top of it and revealed that the baked good was rock hard.

"Aww, my baby, you were trying so hard. It's ok. I can definitely help," You immediately tied up your hair, found another apron in a drawer and started to look over the ingredients.

It was Rafa's turn to come up behind you and hug you, "I love you. I'm sorry my surprise didn't work out."

You leaned back and looked up at him, "I love you, too, silly man. But don't worry, the master is here. We will have enough edibles for the entire cartel to enjoy!"

Rafa let out a hardy laugh, "That's more than I had in mind."

"Too late, you already made enough of the concentrate for that much. We gotta use it!" You said confidently. "Ready to help the master work?"

Rafa stole a kiss, "At your service, ma'am."

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Thank you for playing!

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randomfoggytiger · 1 year

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X-Files Collector's Edition: The X-File That Started It All

In the wake of the 30th Anniversary, I combed through my fic pile and pulled up some fics dealing with the Pilot. (Don't worry about the AUs-- I'll stick them in another list later for the fun of it.)

Loose chronological order below~

Melymbrosia's Untold

""Double-blinds, triple-blinds, codes instead of names, codes instead of the details of procedures or drugs. Dr. Charne-Sayre has assured her bosses that the lab assistants will have no idea what projects and experiments produced the blood tests and organic compounds they're analyzing, and that this will not, in fact, even seem strange to them. The old men ask if it can't all be done by computer instead; they have what Bonita Charne-Sayre privately considers a charmingly naive faith in computer security, possibly because they think of it as half magic and half obfuscation. No, she says, and again no, and finally they give in. Medical research, it seems, requires a larger budget and a more select staff than mere conspiracy.""

The horrendous experiences of the Pilot abductees.

@discordantwords‘s (Ao3) Cataplexy

""It took him a moment to realize that he was awake, that he could move, and he did so in a rush, sitting up and shucking off of the blankets. His heart thudded in his chest. He lifted one hand and then the other, clenched his fist, looked at his fingers.

Across the room, in the second bed, his father mumbled something in his sleep, turned over, began to snore.""

Billy Miles's dad hopes his son will snap out of it, willingly covering up all evidence to protect his son.

zulu's First Sight

""She remembered that there was at least one agent who pursued unusual cases. She'd heard about him from...whom? Tom Colton, in their last year at the Academy. He'd told her about the agent who chased unexplained phenomena the way the rest of them tracked drug shipments and illegal weapons.

"He's a real ghostbuster, apparently," Tom had said, laughing. A group had gathered around him, ready to hear the sort of case study their instructors didn't see fit to assign to them officially. "They say he's rather--spooky. Spooky Mulder, chasing after aliens with a badge and a gun. You know you've gone bonkers when, you know what I mean?"

Dana smiled with the others, but the idea intrigued her. "And they let him?" she asked.

"The way I hear it, it's the only way they can keep him happy enough to do their V.C.U. profiling for them." Tom snorted. "They say his profile caught Monty Props almost single-handedly.""

Scully's boredom is eased with her thrilling new assignment to the notorious Fox Mulder. Although Melissa is her only familial support, she tries not to let it dampen her spirits-- as yet unaware that Mulder is on a campaign to figure out who she is and why they were partnered.

Maidenjedi’s Ab Initio

""Stuck. He was stuck in an elevator at the Hoover Building after 6pm on a Friday night....

On a Friday night.

Mulder sat down and started fishing in his pocket for sunflower seeds. Of course there weren't any, he never had them in his pants pockets. It was a crazy habit anyway.

Somewhere right now, guys his age were picking up chicks at bars. Or maybe they were married and having kids.

Mulder? He was chasing demons and ghosts from a basement. They called him Spooky for a reason.

The elevator starting moving an hour later and Mulder went home.

To nobody.""

Mulder is a lonely, paranoid man: friendly only to Reggie Perdue, and suspicious of anyone else at the FBI. TLG slip him information about Bellefleur; but he is a little more intrigued at his first glimpse of Dana Scully.

Surajtare’s Fragments in Time

Chapter 1

""Over the next few days, Mulder set his investigative skills to find out whatever he could about this Dana Scully. Her credentials made him uneasy: undergraduate degree in physics, M.D., "Einstein's Twin Paradox: A New Interpretation."

In Mulder's head the people of the world were divided in two: word people and number people. Word people saw stories everywhere. Number people saw equations. Mulder was a word person through and through. He never trusted number people; they usually had an obsessive need to quantify everything. Scully was definitely that kind, a person who could never understand the X files. The mere thought of a partner like that was exasperating.

Then, on March, he got a call from Reggie, his former ASAC at Violent Crimes.""

Mulder finds out about his assigned partner through the grapevine, immediately assuming she's been hand-picked to be "his type." He's mildly surprised at Blevins's pick.

Chapter 2

""So, how do you like the X Files so far?" he asked her, a little teasingly.

"They're interesting. They are!" she added when he saw his skeptical look.

"Well, this is an interesting first case," Mulder said, sitting back in the chair and stretching his legs. He couldn't fight the smile anymore and she reciprocated, briefly.

"Do you really think aliens have something to do with all this?" she demanded, growing serious.

"I don't know," he admitted, "but I can't find any better explanation."

"We haven't found any explanation, so far," she said.

Mulder soothes Scully after her embarrassment over the mosquito bites, admitting he'd had first-case paranoia, too. Scully admits she's fascinated by the case overall; and their conversation slowly turns to why he's so devoted to the X-Files.

Lara Means’s (Ao3) The View From the Outer Office (Ao3)

""Today it's just one agent -- Agent Mulder. He doesn't come up here much, and his name doesn't come up very often in Mr. Skinner's day-to-day work -- mostly Section Chief Blevins supervises him. But today he's waiting for the Assistant Director. And he looks nervous.

His knee is bouncing pretty steadily, and he's chewing on a fingernail. He keeps glancing over at me like I'd disappear if he didn't. When he catches my eye he smiles a nervous little half-smile, which I return before I go back to my work.

He clears his throat and I look up. "Um... I'm sorry, I've forgotten your name."

You didn't forget it, Agent, you never asked. "Kimberly.""

Mulder tries to get information out of secretary Kim, too impatient to wait for A.D. Skinner any longer.

Athene's Dana Scully's Senior Thesis

""She was accepted at Johns Hopkins University College of Medicine up in Baltimore, and graduated with the President's Medal in 1988," Frohike continued. He stared at a photo in his hand, one Mulder couldn't quite see. There was a little smile on his face, and a hint of admiration in his voice as he continued. "After being recruited by the FBI under a grant-with-stipend issued by the Critical Position Acquisition program at Quantico, she did a two year residency in clinical pathology at Hopkins. When she finished-"

"Let me guess," Mulder interrupted, a sneer in his voice, "she was at the top of her class."

Byers took up the narrative, his voice calm, ignoring Mulder's interruption with the ease of long practice.""

Mulder, enraged about being partnered, gets TLG to dig up information on one Dana Scully (who he believes is a plant set up to get him into an HR harassment claim.) His thoughts turn soft when he sees her honest eyes.

@spookytheory's Fire, But Better

""First ring of fire: cleared. Blevins seemed content. The strange man in the corner seemed non-plussed. Both fit her preconceived notions of what FBI higher-ups were like. Old, stand-offish, starchy, and, dare she say, predictable? Dana is used to bland men: soulless nurses and aides who seemed to give life and hope to patients from their own personal stores. Some salt-and-pepper doctors were exceptions. Her heart clenches as her mind whispers the name Daniel.

She shakes it off with a roll of her shoulders. I chose this.

She lets this assurance distill into confidence and begins walking down the hall, smiling and nodding at her new co-workers. They blatantly ignore her.""

Scully is trying to shake off her past-- and its mistakes-- by seeking a new change in this assignment. Still, it echoes her heel taps all the way down to the basement.

Madeline Partous's (Annex) Pilot, The 01

""His castle. His domain. He knew that many people saw his exile to the basement as a demotion, a source of shame, but he'd considered it a new lease on life, the compensation for the dues he'd paid.

He'd been the golden boy, and it had earned him a measure of freedom. Now he planned to exploit it for all it was worth, despite the fact that he knew it would condemn him to ridicule and obscurity in the end.""

Mulder covers his extreme surprise and intrigue with sarcasm, finding himself immediately drawn to Dana Scully: New Recruit.

@i-gaze-at-scully’s (Ao3) She's a medical doctor

""Einstein.

His new partner literally took on Einstein.

“A New Interpretation.” Polite way to say actually, you’re wrong. Here’s why.""

AUish-- Mulder is mad that he is forced to have a new partner; and decides that he hates doe-eyed, green Dana Scully.

Beshter/Publius's Seasons: First

Chapter 3

""Dana Scully," she passed over her badge to the pleasant woman behind the ticket counter, stifling her own yawn, yearning for the coffee she could smell coming from some mysterious corner of the airport. Why 8 AM, she silently complained? She hadn't seen Fox Mulder. She half expected he would come last minute, tumbling to the gate, tie rumpled and dark hair scattered, as he'd grant her an unapologetic smile. She doubted he was really used to having to do anything on time for anyone, or at least not for a partner. From what she had gathered from his personnel file it had been a few years since he had one of those.

"Here you go, Ms. Scully, if you could sign here," the ticket agent pointed towards a line on the receipt she passed over, and slid Scully's open badge over the counter. Scully's own serious face stared up at her as she signed quickly.

"Who did you con to get that good of a picture, Scully?" Mulder's lazy, monotone drawl was somewhere just above Scully's ear, and she snapped her head up, nearly knocking the top of it into Fox Mulder's chin.""

Scully is floundering in the paranoid waters of Fox Mulder way too early in the morning, and without her coffee. She feels a little guilty that Mulder nails her on her eagerness to debunk his crazy theories.

astronaught's Equilibrium - Chapter 1

""He has had friends. He has had lovers. He has certainly been played with, though not in the fun way. Fox Mulder doesn’t have fun. Fox Mulder sits in his basement office for fourteen hours a day reading rotting casefiles from 1953. He enjoys the work, but his single-minded focus has nothing to do with enjoyment, and everything to do with a desperate and somewhat self-abnegative feeling of necessity. He has a sense of irony so well-cultivated that an outside observer might mistake it for a zest for life. In reality, it is the final recourse of the smart and painfully sincere. He thinks he jokes at the world because he’s given up on it joking back, but Fox Mulder is nothing if not a compulsive seeker of wonder, and deep down his ill-guarded, latchkey heart murmurs Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.""

Mulder's humor garnered him respect from Scully; and both mutually want to hope in each other.

@wexleresque/hllsteeth’s

Table for Two - Chapter 1

""Mulder bounces his leg and taps his fingers on the sticky table, the pent-up energy from hours of sitting in a car being released from his body like pressurized steam. Through the stubborn pieces of hair that hang over his forehead, he observes the agent sitting across from him as she examines her nails and sighs tiredly.

He can sympathize with her on that front, at least. Though he’d strategically found the least uncomfortable way to fold his tall body into the plane, sleep had been far down on his mental to-do list. Instead, he’d let the case details swirl around the ether of his consciousness, looking for patterns and anachronisms that he may have missed, all the while stealing glances at Scully while she’d white-knuckled her way through turbulence and read over the case notes.""

Mulder observes Scully's post-plane meal.

@scapegrace74-blog‘s (Ao3) Fictober, Day 11. Theme: UFO

""They are two hours into their flight to the very plausible state of Oregon when he asks her to switch seats. She’s momentarily confused. With his coltish legs, there’s no way he should prefer the window, and she tells him as much. Challenging Agent Mulder’s assertions is already beginning to feel less like a job description, and more like a secret vice.

“We’re almost over Utah.” As though that explains anything.

“What’s so special about Utah? Is it a hotbed for UFO activity or something?”

He smiles and makes the obligatory harhar gesture, but his eyes shift to the hublot behind her, so she obliges by sliding out into the aisle.""

Mulder and Scully have a mini conversation about their respective faiths and beliefs before the Oregon plane experiences turbulence.

@scullysexual/PostApocolypticAlien

(Un)Buried.

""An unmarked grave. No mortsafe protected this body. There was nobody left to care about what happened to it.

Just the three of you stand in the graveyard in the black of night. The coffin is brought up, the lid removed.""

Mulder is intrigued by the body, mulling this new development over while Scully instructs the cemetery men to take it to the morgue.

10.02 (Ao3)

""It suddenly dawns on you how fun having a partner again could be so fun. You missed it, you realise.

Standing in the rain, in a graveyard, next to two unusually empty graves, discussing how a coma patient is sneaking out and taking people to the forest, it should be as absurd as everyone says it is but it is, instead, a reality and the person who is supposed to argue is absurdity is standing in front of you, laughing, believing it all.""

AU-- Mulder realizes how alone he was while watching Scully laugh in the graveyard. He makes moves that are very not canonical.

@kateyes224‘s (Ao3) Unnamed

""She was nervous as she packed her bags for “Ore-gone”, as her spooky, shockingly attractive new partner called it.... Dana spent almost an hour dutifully stuffing clothes and toiletries into every nook and cranny of her rolling carry-on, fretting over how many layers to bring, erring on the side of caution and, she decided as she was barely able to zip it closed, definitely overpacking.

It wasn’t until she opened her bag in her motel room in Bellefleur that her stomach plummeted as she pawed frantically through her bag, realizing with no little amount of horror that she’d forgotten to pack her pajamas.""

Scully forgot her jammies, and Mulder lends her his shirt. Both of them appreciate the high art of Steven Spielberg references.

@scullywolf's (Ao3)

Pilot - Chapter 1

""Sighing, she picked up the tape recorder and turned back to her computer, grabbing her glasses from the bed and sliding them on. With a click to restart the tape, she resumed her transcription.

“...four millimeters in diameter and twenty-seven millimeters in length. Object is cylindrical in design with small spheres on either end. No identifying marks, stamps or branding were found. The potential purpose of this implant is unknown.”

The recorder clicked as the tape came to its end. Scully read back over her notes with a small shake of her head, then saved her data and shut down the computer. She had started this case with such confidence, certain that with proper investigative work and attention to detail, they would be able to figure out what was happening to these kids. Now, though… now she was not so sure.""

Scully is intrigued by this strange, new case; and, while not quite sold on the ape theory, she isn't about to subscribe to the alien one.

Fictober Drabbles - Day 3: Basement

""Diana once remarked how appropriate it was that his office was in the basement. “The Fox’s den” she called it, and he blushed and thought her so clever. Infatuation will do that; if anyone else had said it, he’d have rolled his eyes.

She wasn’t wrong, though....""

Mulder's infatuation with Diana turns into desolation when she leaves. He didn't realize how much isolation had affected him until Scully knocks, helping him to stop clinging to loneliness.

Tammy D. Aiken-Phillips/ThamasD's Nine Minutes

""It took only a moment for It to look them over, catalog them, and then telepathically inform It's comrades of It's findings. And intentions.

*The Female - She will have what We need in approximately eighteen Earth months. The Male - His body will be able to provide Us with information in approximately eight Earth years. We will have them then.* *What shall we do with them for now?* A comrade questioned. *Wipe their memories of this visit and return them. Inform our connections on their planet of their importance and the timetable I have set. The arrangements will be made.* *Affirmative.*""

In the 9 minutes that Scully and Mulder are abducted, the aliens have assessed them and marked them for future abductions.

@frostbitepandaaaaa's (Ao3) Nine Minutes and Then Some

Chapter 1

""As much as she was dizzy with relief, she was now weak with abrupt, crushing mortification.

“I need to sit down,” she told him, herself, cinching up the belt of her robe tighter for good measure.

“Yeah, of course.” His voice wavered with a note of insecurity. His motions were suddenly hasty, rushing to put the barrier of the cheap, motel table between them. And just like that, they were drawn apart like hydrophobic molecules.""

Scully is shocked at how much Mulder truly understands and cares her embarrassment post mosquito bite scare.

Chapter 4 (Ao3)

""I believe that hypnotherapy can have… therapeutic uses,” Missy begins, slowly, still recovering from her shock, “though I am not so sure of the… veracity of the memories it is said to tap into.”

Dana smiles, that little half-smirk that her sister dons whenever she was amused against her better judgement.

“What?” Missy asks her.

Dana shakes her head, looks down at her plate. “Nothing… that just sounded like an answer I would give.”

Missy grins. “I’m not as hippy-dippy as you think I am, Dana.""

Melissa sides with Mulder, admonishing her scientific younger sister to keep an open mind.

@neednottoneed/neednot’s (Ao3) Unnamed

""Maybe, she thinks, she’ll lose another nine minutes if it means he’ll look at her like that again.""

Scully realizes she can only talk about and understand her experience with Mulder, the man who lights up like a boy at Christmas when it comes to these uncharted, paranormal waters.

Erin M. Blair’s (Ao3) His New Partner

""He wasn't quite certain what to make of her. He read her personnel file, along with a photocopy of her thesis. Her intelligence in the scientific would help him brainstorm and come up with plausible theories, along with keeping him sane. He had a gnawing feeling that Scully would gradually change his life, forever.""

Mulder is struck with how quickly his bad luck with partners has so suddenly turned around.

Macspooky's New Partners

""Come on," he slipped an arm around her waist and led her in the direction of the ambulance. "I think I might have another patient for you ladies and gentlemen. Possible concussion."

"Mulder...it wasn't..." She wanted to say that it wasn't that bad, that she had only been dizzy for a moment.

"Go on...." he said. "That's an order. I'll meet you at the hospital. You should be checked out.""

Scully berates her behavior in the wake of the case, scoffing that she'd been swept off her feet and gotten a concussion for her troubles. Mulder kept her company and thought she'd "done good."

@allyinthekeyofx's (Ao3) Playing the Game

""By the time morning comes her pile of sunflower seeds far outstrips his and he knows he will have to stop on the way to the airport to buy more.

He also knows that Dana Scully is not to be underestimated.""

Scully and Mulder have to spend a night at their burnt down motel before flying out. He does them both a favor by buying them new clothes and passing the time with easy bonding games.

@cactustree's (Ao3) Babyface Blues

""The residual embarrassment from the mosquito bite incident has only just begun to wear off when a flight attendant leans down to place a paper cup of coffee on Agent Mulder’s tray table and then asks him softly, “And would your daughter like anything?”

Dana is leaning back against the headrest with her eyes closed, but she is not asleep. ....

The motel fire left her with nothing but what she’d had on her person when she and Mulder rushed out in response to the news of Peggy’s death, and so she is still dressed in the same oversized raincoat and jeans that were soaked through in the cemetery, face bare of makeup, hair loose about her shoulders. She is twenty-nine years old, a medical doctor and a federal agent, and she has just been mistaken for the daughter of her partner, who, as far as she is aware, is in his mid-thirties.

Mulder lets out a quiet chuckle. “No, thanks,” he says to the flight attendant. He does not correct her.""

Scully tries to correct her babyface with a new haircut.

@freckleslikestars/Living_Underground’s perfect lullaby (Ao3)

""They were over Idaho when he carefully removed her reading glasses and tucked them into his breast pocket for safe keeping, lest her head loll to the side and crush them.

The lights of Montana cities sparkled bellow as her soft, nasal snores competed with the whir of the air circulation in the cabin.

Around the time they flew across the Missouri River, her head dropped to his shoulder and she slouched into him.""

Mulder is surprised that Scully can sleep through their return trip from Oregon. He ponders on his impressions years later; and is shocked when she admits it's "his presence."

David Hearne's Thoughts at 11:21 P.M.

""Then the woods came. They brought twisted black corpses, metal hidden inside flesh, marks branded onto skin, and the light. Your new partner picked a spot and declared it unnatural. He spoke of time being snatched like quarters from the pavement. He pointed the finger of blame at a comatose teenager. None of it was false. None of it was true. It was all merely unsubstantial. You might as well try to bottle the wind as prove what happened in those woods.

You became angry at the mystery. Then you became scared....""

Scully had noticed how defensively Mulder believed before they even left for their case; and is surprised that he calls after to keep her in the loop. She listens.

@invidiosa/Circe Invidiosa's (Gossamer, Alt., Live Journal, Website)

silent fury

""Scully hurled the report into the trash can and dropped down onto the chair in front of Mulder’s desk. “They ask me to debunk your work, and then when I can’t do that, they just redact everything? And you want me to just sit here in silent fury and just take it?""

Scully is furious over her redacted report; and channels her frustration into Mulder's next case, ready to get back out and expose more truths.

@the-spooky-alien's Day 2 of Fictober!

""Oh, c'mon Scully, don't play innocent,'' he snorted, stomach clenching as annoyance flared high in his mind. She couldn't seriously ignore what everyone was calling him behind his back. ''Never heard of Spooky Mulder?''

The look of warning she gave him was enough to dampen his irritation. He mouthed an inaudible 'sorry' at her, wincing when she crossed her arms.

''I have, yes,'' she said, coldly. ''But it can hardly be considered a warning. It's merely a stupid nickname because of what you do with the X-Files.''

Stupid. That was one word for it.""

Mulder is relieved that Scully didn't (doesn't) chase the rumor mills; and is touched that she considers him intelligent.

Diadem’s Scene 02 - Thank You

""At first I guess it was simply morbid curiosity - would I find the body of my sister? Anything was better than the "unsolved" stamp the police had given the case file detailing Samantha's abduction.

After a couple of years, though, I realised that finding her would not be so simple. She would not just be dropped in the middle of a field and left there to be found by some farm hand. I knew by then that everything was much more complicated.""

Mulder had lived a lonely, obsessive life since childhood; and is grateful to be saved and given dignity by Scully's presence.

amalnahurriyeh/Amal Nahurriyeh's (DW) Triptych With Luggage

""We got you something," her father had said quietly, when they'd all been having lunch back at her apartment after the ceremony.

"You didn't have to," she'd said, and blushed. She still found it hard to talk about the FBI with him; she'd pretty much stuck to telling her mother about it on the phone since she left her internship, and conversations with her father had devolved into safe topics: football, politics, Billy's disciplinary record.

"Sure we did," he said, and swallowed. "Come on down, they're in the car." She'd gone out to the parking lot behind her building with him. "Your mother thought we should wrap them, but I figured that was just a waste of time." He unlocked the trunk of the car and lifted it. She paused for a second, confused. "It's a whole set of 'em," he said, gesturing to the suitcase sitting next to the windshield wiper fluid. "I figured, you'll probably have to do more traveling now. And you can't put your FBI suits in Billy's old duffel, huh?""

Scully pours her excitement for her first field agent case into packing her new, expensive suitcase (gifted by her father in his hesitant support.) It serves her well all of Season 1; and it becomes her conduit during the rough, grounded months in Season 2.

Foxhunt2blue's Pleasures of Simplicity

""It's always strange how children can't wait to grow to adulthood---constantly in a hurry to be something they believe will be so much better. When they finally get there they wish they were children again.

Somewhere along the way they lose what can only be called magic, but maybe it's something else.""

Scully reflects on the innocence that can only be lost in adulthood; and her ensuing transformations over the years in many hallways.

Enjoy!

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queenofroses22 · 9 months

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𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭, 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

꧁❀ ძᥱsᥴrі⍴𝗍і᥆ᥒ: You and Miguel are in the middle of his enemies shooting to where you guys are hiding. And he is very pissed despite of what you did. You only have one rule. NEVER trust anyone except him. But your thoughts always get you.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You we're hiding in a abandoned warehouse where miguel is currently pissed." I TOLD YOU TO TRUST ANYONE. NOT EVEN THEM! YOU COULD'VE BEEN KILLED!!" He didn't want to yell nor scold you but it was too much, your life would've made him lose his mind for not protecting you nor not being there for you. He love you very much even tho its been 4 months that you and him are together.

"I'm sorry... I just wanted to be like any female mafias... And i thought... I thought... I could prove Felicia that i am better-" He cut you off with a kiss as he grab you by the waist as you both run while he shoots the traders that had set you a trap. "You are enough for ME, You are BETTER than her in your OWN version. You don't have to please anyone for what they want." You both went to another warehouse that is also abandoned as he looked at you with a worried and painful expression. "Listen to me Bonita, you don't have to be like them. Because you are better than that. As much as everyone thinks your not a mafia? But your fucking husband is. And More fucking stronger than that bitch. Your my woman, your my everything and Dios Mio, i would lose myself if i fucking lose you!" He pulled a pin and throw a grenade to the enemies that are getting close.

"I'm out of Ammo amor, listen to me, you need to run and go inside the car. Gabriel is there waiting." You looked at him worried as you squeezed his hand. "But what about you. Pls! Don't leave me!!" Miguel looked at you with pain in his eyes as he kissed you deeply as if it was the last. "Go.. Go NOW!! Remember, I'll always love just the way you are Mi Chiquita... " He gently pushed your back for you to run, he buy you some time to catch up as he continued to shoot the enemies until he ran out of ammo. Once you get inside the van, Gabriel closed the door. "Go Go!-" you cut off his brother "NO I'M NOT LEAVING HIM!!" You started crying as the van started to move. But there was one van that stay there waiting for him. While the driver drives the van your in suddenly a loud explosion caught your attention. You saw the explosion was where miguel was hiding. "N-NO! NONO! MIGUEL!!!" You screamed in pain as his brother hugged you. Seeing you in pain but he made a promise to his brother. That he will protect you. He's gone... He's gone...

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #mafia au #mafia #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #mafiamiguel x reader

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shockwave-princess · 2 years

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South Park Concert Spoilers and Long Post About My Experience

It was an absolute fucking dream come true - I am so happy with my experience and I can't wait to do it again tomorrow

We got great seats about 6 rows from the front - Boogie and Betty were directly in front of us in the first row

We were there for a while when they were setting up. Betty and a friend (possibly Matt's daughter?) were walking around and waving to the audience. It was very cute.

They showed a Casa Bonita update video - very funny and it got me even more excited for the documentary. I'll upload the video ASAP. It makes me want a Matt and Trey reality show

Ween opened with a couple songs, then Primus came out. Instead of doing separate sets, they sort of took turns/played together throughout the night with south park songs interspersed.

Trey was wearing pretty much what I expected, but Matt's blue tracksuit caught me off guard lmao

We were so CLOSE to them - and we were in their line of sight pretty often. My energy level was at a 10 anytime Matt or Trey did anything, and in my heart and imagination, they looked at me a few times.

From my perspective, a large portion of the audience was much more familiar with Primus/Ween/mainstream SP songs (which is to be expected). At one point they played "Man Up" from BOM and I swear to god, after they finished Matt turned to Trey and said "they don't know that one" and laughed.

TREY PLAYED WHEN I WAS ON TOP OF YOU I was so fucking happy. Again, not something I think a lot of people knew unfortunately

When they weren't playing - and Primus or Ween were on, Matt and Trey sat in chairs on stage. They kept looking out into the audience and smiling - it was very cute.

Each of them totally killed it - Matt on ukelele, guitar, bass, and drums - he was so good and I love seeing him smile. TREY ON PIANO WAS A FUCKING DREAM - I can't remember which song it was, but he did some fancy shit it was crazy. Les Claypool is a god, Bruce Howell killed it, and Dean Ween was awesome - and I'm also certain I made eye contact with Les and Dean a ton, but again, that's probably my imagination lol it was a big crowd

Several mics on stage were set to different pitches so they could do the boys' voices as they needed. For one song, Matt was singing as Butters but also playing guitar - he explained that they tried a lot of things, but if their voices are pitched up while they are playing an instrument, it will be in the wrong key. So for that song, he played guitar while doing Butters' voice, but the pitch was his normal voice.

There were hat changes that I enjoyed very much. Matt in a cowboy hat 10/10

They did the ballad of lemmiwinks - everyone on stage was in these funny costumes, and throughout the song the different characters were supposed to come out. I think the people in the costumes kept missing their cue and Trey was trying to wave people on and off lol. He recognized it wasn't going as planned and said "the animals are fucking it up you guys!" It was very camp.

They had these awesome backup singers - a very talented group of girls and they killed it.

They did the DVDA version of Brain Boitano - I was jumping up and down the whole time

The America Fuck Yeah encore was awesome - they kept faking us out that the show was over and then coming back

I might add more as I process everything - but they guys seemed so happy and I am so proud of them. Matt and Trey did such a good job

#south park concert #sp spoilers #south park spoilers

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lowlights · 2 years

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My love, I am truly a sucker for this—for the prompts, may I request “helping your partner undress/into the shower after a night of drinking/during sickness” with Javi P? I’m craving his sweet side. ❤️❤️❤️

Fuck, why is the world spinning?

"Come on, bonita. That asshole at the bar spilled an entire pitcher of beer on you, I need you to get in the shower, alright?"

You squint your eyes as the overhead light flicks on. "Javi?"

"Still me. You need to shower, is it ok that I take your clothes off? I'll leave your underclothes on, " he says as steadies you with two hands on your shoulders.

"Ooh, you're going to have your way with me?" you slur, doing your best to give a sexy wink.

Javi scoffs as he leans over to turn the water on. "Absolutely fucking not."

You pout and lean into him. "I wish you would, you know. Sometimes you look like you want to. Sometimes it looks like you love me like I love you. But you're off being with girls who are prettier than me."

He stares at you, long and hard. Eyes piercing into your soul. "Is that really what you think?"

You nod morosely. He's always running off with someone else, leaving you behind. Alone. Wanting him from far away.

You shake your head and step back, starting to tug off your tank top and pushing down your jeans. When your leg gets caught and you start to topple over, Javi is right there to catch you.

You mutter that you're fine and he can go, and step into the hot spray of the shower with the knowledge that the sober version of you in the morning is going to curse drunk you.

Did you just confess your love to Javier fucking Peña?

Shit.

You feel Javi step into the shower with you and you whip your head around to look at him, making the world spin again.

He's fully clothed but shoeless. "Javi, what the -"

"I'm worried you're going to bust your head in here on your own. Let me take care of you, okay?"

You nod and lean against him, burying your face in his black shirt that is now totally soaked.

After a couple minutes, he turns off the water and reaches out to get a towel. You're wrapped in its fluffy warmth, but he still holds you against him. The warm water and feeling of his body against yours has started to sober you up.

"I'm sorry about tonight, Jav."

"Don't be. I'm sorry it took six tequila sunrises for you to tell me. I was a coward, I should have told you how I felt months ago," he says softly, rubbing his hands up and down your back.

You look up at him with bright eyes. "Really?"

He nods. "Really. Now, it's bedtime. We can talk in the morning and make sure you still feel the same."

You give a bad wink again. "Oh, I will."

"Don't do that again otherwise I'm leaving," he threatens with absolutely no seriousness.

You dream all night about the sweet man wearing a t-shirt that is way too tight for him (your softest one) asleep on your couch.

#THANKS BIRDIE #this one got away from me #<3 you #javi peña #javi x reader #narcos

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danteswaginferno · 7 months

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long post about spfbw again!

m playing the spfbw dlc rn and its so good so glad i bought it YIPPE :3

overall i really like both the main dlc missions and i think they were both worth it!!! if u wanna play i would wait for them to go on sale together so you can get all of them for cheap

my thoughts on the specific dlcs below the break! spoilers for the casa bonita and camp tardicaca spfbw dlc

i played casa bonita wayyy to early in my save and it fucked my play through up cuz i couldn't get past the first fight but once i leveled up enough it was rlly fun :3 honestly i think casa bonita was the weaker dlc pack, but i LOVED the set team (henrietta, kenny, cartman) it was just rlly fun to play!

between the two dlcs i think play this one first cuz it's easier and shorter :3

camp tardicaca is probably my favorite mission set in the entire game, dlc and main game. i loved the banter between jimmy and butters and Bradley is so fucking funny. i REALLY liked the combat in this one, it was super challenging but not too hard you couldn't beat it.

the mint berry system makes me explode cuz it's so funny but it really made me think strategically and let me do some risky plays where i knew i would be invincible so i would get in the way of those wind up attacks because i knew i could get some extra hits in

these fights were really well choreographed, with some fun gimmicks and some cool puzzles :) the part where you're fishing with fire crackers and if you fish up a crab man you have to fight it caught me so off guard amazing shit

the fights in tardicaca are HARD. if you don't like spfbw combat mechanics you probably wouldn't like this but i LOVE the com mechanics so i rlly liked it. i will say you HAVE to play the dlc with the final girl power set because it's pretty much IMPOSSIBLE without it since it's so fucking broken 😭

that hammer move is too damn good bro you could not beat this without it i don't think unless ur a mega gamer which i am not LOL

ALSO i accidentally handicapped myself because you're forced to have butters in ur party and i didn't complete the butters freedom pals storyline so i played the entire DLC without butters third ability so if you play this PLEASE make sure you complete the butters missions so you have all his powers 😭😭

#south park #south park fractured but whole

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softlyfallinqq · 1 year

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Paper Planes [ Hanta Sero Songfic ] (yes, another one)

Word Count: 1.54k (woah)

Time Spent: 1hr 27mins

Second Person POV (you, your, yours)

CW includes mentions of blunts, weed, and smoking. Spanish is used.

The room was filled with the smell of weed, the window cracked and the three of you higher than kites. When Hanta told you he smoked, you weren't surprised. He seemed pretty fitting for the stoner type. Funny, but not in a way that made him the centre of attention. Calm, collected, and kinda hot. He was more than kinda hot, but you weren't gonna say that to his face.

Denki had fallen into a fit of giggles at the mention of a pillow fight, which was his own idea. He was definitely wasted far more than you or Sero, but that was because his tolerance was so low. Hanta passed you the blunt, and after taking a drag, you handed it back to him. "Thanks."

♪ i fly like paper, get high like planes. if you catch me at the border, i got visas in my name. if you come around here, i make 'em all day; i get one done in a second if you wait.. ♪

You were getting paid to do some of the younger students homework, and you didn't mind. Cash for easy work? That was better than a regular job. You continued writing, and nodded to yourself once you'd finished that particular student's homework. Stacking it with the rest of the completed work, you moved on to the next.

♪ i fly like paper, get high like planes. if you catch me at the border, i got visas in my name. if you come around here, i make 'em all day; i get one done in a second if you wait.. ♪

As you straightened up, Hanta looked at you. "You good, bonita? Need another?" You nodded, and he gently held it up to your lips. After your drag, he held eye contact, making sure you were done before he took the last drag for himself. After he put it out, he nudged Denki, laughing softly when he noticed he'd fallen asleep.

You flipped the page and began writing again. "I don't see why the kids don't just Google this shit, it's so easy. But hey, if they pay me for it, 's not so bad."

Hanta laughed, nodding. "Sí, you are getting money for easy work. Not a bad arrangement if you ask me."

♪ sometimes i think sitting on trains; every stop i get to, i'm clocking that game. everyone's a winner, we're makin' our fame. bona fide hustler making my name.. ♪

You nodded. "Is he really asleep? Dork." You chided softly, laughing a little.

"Se cansó, supongo." He hummed, rolling another joint carefully. It took a few seconds before you realised he'd spoken in Spanish, and you noted that his accent was clearer. Does he do that naturally? Guess he hasn't noticed.

"Supongo. ¿Me avisas cuando hayas terminado con eso?" You responded slowly, making sure you had everything right despite your brain being as fuzzy as it was. He looked up, surprise written on his features.

"Did I switch again? Mi malo." He chuckled after he realized he'd done it again. "Your Spanish is not bad, querida."

You smiled. "Took it for a few years over in America. Glad it's not too bad."

♪ all i wanna do is- bang bang bang bang and a- click, ching! and take your money.. all i wanna do is- bang bang bang bang and a- click, ching! and take your money.. all i wanna do is- bang bang bang bang and a- click, ching! and take your money.. all i wanna do is- bang bang bang bang and a- click, ching! and take your money.. ♪

He flicked his lighter twice, lighting the blunt. After it caught and smoldered for a moment, he handed it to you again. You took a large drag, smiling as the warmth ran through you. Hanta had scooted closer to you at some point, you assumed so that he wouldn't disturb Denki. You held it out for him, but he shook his head.

"Open and blow out like you usually do, mi amor." You followed his direction, and he proceeded to inhale what you had given. His face was close enough your noses touched, and he seemed unphased. You hadn't even realized he'd called you that. He was a little fuzzier than you thought.

♪ pirate skulls and bones; sticks and stones and weed and bongs.. runnin' when we hit 'em; lethal poison for the system.. pirate skulls and bones; sticks and stones and weed and bongs.. runnin' when we hit 'em; lethal poison for the system.. ♪

He hadn't quite backed away, you could still feel his breath warming your face. It wasn't unpleasant. He looked as though he was somewhere between spaced out and studying your face. "Hanta?" He simply hummed in response, so he was in fact on Earth someplace. "Is there something on my face?" You joked softly.

"Not at all, unless you count beauty." He replied smoothly, backing away.

For a reason you didn't quite want to admit yet, you missed the proximity. He was right next to you, yes, but not as close as you would have been seconds ago. Your face warmed at his comment, a small smile pulling at your lips. "Back at you."

He grinned. "¿Crees que sí?"

You nodded. "Eres lo suficientemente hermoso para mí. Cualquiera sería afortunado de tenerte."

♪ no one on the corner has swagger like us; hit me on my burner, prepaid wireless. we pack and deliver like ups trucks; already going hell, just pumpin' that gas. no one on the corner has swagger like us; hit me on my burner, prepaid wireless. we pack and deliver like ups trucks; already going hell, just pumpin' that gas. ♪

He smiled softly, a warm glint in his eyes. "The only one who has me is you." He took a drag to avoid an awkward silence, and you waited expectantly. When he handed you the blunt, you simply held it. As you shifted to hover over him, he stilled.

"Open and blow out like you usually do, mi amor.." You echoed, and he obliged. He wasn't as nervous as he probably should have been, considering he was high as hell.

Inhaling slowly, you grinned. As you let the air go, you spoke. "It's quite intimate, no?"

He laughed a bit, nodding. "I don't mind sharing with you, if that's what you're asking." Shaking your head, you tilted back. Your thighs began to burn, but you weren't going to force an uncomfortable situation on him when he wasn't fully there. His hands hovered over your hips, looking at you expectantly.

"I have you, you have me. Isn't it ironic how clueless people are?" You hum, nodding. "A veces, sí." His hands were warm, even through the fabric. Gently pressing into your hips, he shifted himself so that you could sit between his legs. You both faced the desk, which Denki was curled under and asleep. You settled into his chest, grabbing another paper and taking a drag from the blunt in your free hand.

As you began writing again, he took a hit from behind you, blowing upward as a courtesy to your vision. He snuffed out what was left, setting it on the clipboard he used and sat his chin on your shoulder. You paused, setting the paper down and taking his wrists. Wrapping his arms around your torso, you could tell he was smiling. As you continued working, you relaxed into his breathing pattern.

♪ m.i.a. third world democracy; yeah i got more records than the kgb. so, uh.. no funny buisness! are you ready all? some, some, some i, some i murder.. some i, some i let go.. some, some, some i, some i murder.. some i, some i let go.. ♪

By the time you'd finished two more assignments, you noticed Hanta's remarks had stopped. You tilted your head and looked at him, smiling at his tranquil expression. "Duerme bien, mi amor.." You spoke softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek before you turned back to the work.

You'd completed practically the whole first year of schoolwork over again, and made money off of it. Go you. Texting the students, you told them the work had been done and that it was ready for turn-in when they came to get it. You settled back into Hanta's arms, closing your eyes and succumbing to sleep.

please feel free to correct my spanish, i used google translate and some of what i remembered from highschool! i'm always open to corrections!

#boku no hero academia #boku no hero fanfic #hanta sero #hanta x reader

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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Imagine Pepa bought like some sexy underwear and félix thinking she was going to wear it. But instead after like few minutes later, he was the one who wears the underwear and was like "amor, this was not I was thinking off"

(this isn't even some sort of request or something it's just a random thought)

You thought I was gonna read this and NOT write at least SOMETHING for it? Fuck you-

"Félix!~"

Félix immediately dropped his end of the couch. He didn't give a shit that it landed on Mariano's foot, not just because he didn't like this guy, but because he knew that tone. When Pepa called out to him like that, that meant Pepa had something VERY special for him. He met her at the door, letting Camilo help Mariano instead (he thought it was weird, but watching him 'accidentally' dropping it on his foot again made sense). She immediately greeted him with a kiss to his cheek, and he gave her the same, before holding onto her hand. So tiny and cute, all covered in freckles. He remembered, when he was a boy, thinking about them would make him SO nervous.

"¿De alguna manera te volviste más bonita?"

She rolled her eyes at him, but the grin betrayed her.

"Ugh, I fell for such a sweet talking man. You're just saying that because you knew I got you something."

Félix tried to peek into the bag, but she caught him, wagging a finger in front of his face. He grinned.

"Don't keep me in suspense! What is it?"

"You'll see it when you get upstairs. Follow me AFTER you help Mariano. I'll give you a hint,"

She knelt down a bit to whisper in his ear, in a tone that gave him goosebumps.

"It's something cute. Something...lacey. And something that's going to be ruined when I milk that cock of yours~"

She patted his cheek, starting to walk up to her room. The heat got to his cheeks, his heart pounded. Oh, only his sweet, sweet Pepa could do this to him. Body so full of emotions, and him not knowing what to do with it, he cupped his hands together over his mouth, and let out a LOUD, joy fueled grito into the air. Watching this woman look at him like the lovesick fool he was, as well as everyone looking at him as if he had just gone mad- that's what made life worth living. He quickly helped Mariano, like she told him to, before making his way upstairs.

She was so sweet, already making the bed with a towel, candles- a real romantic set up (fellas, don't think your lady can't woo you too), all for him. He shut the door, and looked at her with greed. She was holding something behind her back. She used her lips to point to the bed.

"Siéntate."

He obeyed, not even bothering to hide his excitement.

"Come on, Pepi, don't keep me waiting! It's not fair!"

He could beg like a dog for scraps if he had to. She walked over to him, before finally placing it in his hands. A package that held a cute set of lacey, yellow lingerie, all folded up into a neat little container.

"You like it?"

"Do I like it-Pepa that's like asking if I'd marry you all over again- ¡Por supuesto que me gusta!"

"Good,"

She hooked a finger under his chin, forcing him to look at her. God what a beautiful woman. Gap in her teeth, freckles, mischievous green eyes- she was a heart breaker.

"Because I picked it just for you~"

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"This...isn't what I had in mind, mi amor."

Pepa was awful for this, but she regretted NOTHING. Félix looked so good like this, hands tied up to the bed frame, wearing nothing but the pretty new outfit she had for him. Lacey bra, underwear that didn't at ALL hide what he was packing, and even long, thin socks. All of it looked as if it was about to tear any moment, given his size. It was the biggest size they had, but Félix was a big, big man. She chuckled as she continued to look him over.

"What, you like it when I look pretty, why can't I have the same? Is it uncomfortable?"

"Well. No. The fabric is...soft."

Too soft apparently. Him squirming in place had forced the panties to rub against his cock, giving him just the loveliest chub. God, is this how men felt, seeing it on women? If so, she sort of understood why Félix was such a dog about them. She walked over to him, letting her hands slowly run up his clothed legs. So thin, barely keeping those massive things out of her grasp.

"You like it, don't even lie to me,"

Her hands moved past his thighs, up his big stomach, past the lacy bra, before cupping his face.

"Because you can't hide how much of a pretty man you are. Say it."

"Say what?"

She gave his cheeks a little squish, trying not to chuckle. It felt as if they were young and in love still, really it did.

"Say you're pretty. Say it, and dejaré que te corras~"

"And just how do you plan on doing that, amor?"

She scoffed softly, as if she was offended. She let one hand stroke his chin hair, while her other ghosted just over those pretty panties of his.

"I could stroke you, just how you like it. And when you cum all over those new panties, I'll shove them in your big, stupid mouth, while I ride you. And you'll get to cum In me. I know you LOVE cumming en el coño de mami~"

She had him, probably at the first sentence. He swallowed for a minute, and with a bit of a chuckle, he nodded.

"I'm pretty."

"Again, but better."

"I'm pretty- Pepi come on, you're killing me!"

She gave him a glare that translated to 'try again'. He took a breath, and without hesitation, gave her what she wanted.

"I'm a pretty man."

"¡Buen trabajo! Now, like mami promised~"

She kissed him, letting him moan in her mouth as she snuck her hand past his underwear, and started to stroke him. He held no shame in enjoying her touches, and he was just.

Such a pretty, pretty man.

#asks #not transformers #encanto #lemon #listen men #you deserve to be pretty and seduced and romanced #just like Félix here

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chasingpj · 3 years

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𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

pairing: leo valdez x gn reader

summary: five ways he says i love you through his actions

warnings: implied nudity and s*x, discusses food and eating and nothing else, i think. oh, and maybe some typos

category: headcanons

love letters/notes

leo is a busy boy

he's always picking up new projects so he can spend all day in his workshop or the forges with his siblings

when you guys live together, he leaves small notes on the refrigerator for you

they're always short, saying simple things like "i love you" and "i miss you already"

for the love letters, he'll leave them in random places for you to find

if you're a big reader, i can see him hiding it between the pages of your book

one day, you pick up your book to read, and the note falls on your lap

it's a love letter written on a piece of blueprint paper; there’s a little bit of oil smudged on the side of it

he got distracted while he was working on something because you were the only thing he could think about

his love letters never fail to make your heart flutter

sometimes they make you cry

he's quite sentimental

leo always tells you he does better writing down his feelings than he is saying it out loud because he can organize his thoughts better

you know that leo has a hard time with that because of how he grew up

when you guys have an argument, which isn't very often, he writes his feelings down on paper

he's always quick to apologize if he did something wrong, and the notes help him form the apology that you deserve, and you're quick to forgive him

once, you were super angry after an argument, so you locked yourself in your shared bedroom

you needed to calm yourself down

the both of you much too angry and stubborn to make a compromise

as your recollecting yourself, 40 minutes in, a folded piece of paper slips from under the door

the letter has teardrop stains, and the ink is slightly smudged

on the paper, it's all his thoughts written out in the best way he can explain them

after reading what he wrote, you quickly deemed that whatever you were fighting about was silly, and you guys made up

you love his spontaneous notes so much that you do them back

you guys have a game of who can find the most creative hiding spot for your notes

one time you found one tapped to the inside of the toilet cover

you found it hilarious

you throw folded post-its with messages in his tool belt

he finds them during the day while he's working on something

after you joined in on the fun, he scatters notes in random places, and every few days, you find a new message hidden somewhere randomly

they're just so sweet; there’s never a time where they don't make you smile

gifts

this is a given

it's not a leo headcanon if gift-giving isn't included

he would make you things like roses from scrap metal to literal furniture

if you have a lot of jewelry, he will make you a cute jewelry box

if you're a big book reader, he'll make you bookcases to support your book collection

he's always giving you little trinkets that he made with leftover materials from projects

he loves making things for you and gets upset when you decide to buy something from ikea instead of asking him

"babe, why would you buy that? I could have just made it for you!"

when he's on his way from returning on his quest, sometimes he'll find something that reminds him of you in a store, and he'll buy it

when he has the money for it, he'd buy you a star :(

says that he spent even more money to buy an extra bright star

because "you're the sun in my universe"

brb gonna cry

also, he'd gift you a bond bracelet

you know, those bracelets where every time you tap on it, it makes the other person's bracelet vibrate

the both of you get anxious when one of you goes on quests, so the bracelets bring the other person who's at home comfort

because when you tap back, at least he knows you're alive and vice versa

one of the best gifts you've ever received from him was your engagement ring

he made it himself

he took so much care and effort into making it

imagine leo forging your wedding ring himself??? i'm in spain with no s

he was so nervous that you wouldn't like the style, so he had piper casually bring it up to you

piper was so nonchalant about it that you didn't even think twice about the question

the ring has the prettiest gemstone or diamond (whatever you prefer)

you cried so hard when he told you he made it himself that you couldn't even say yes to his proposal clearly

he makes both of your wedding bands too

he carves a saying that's dear to the both of you on the inside

this is nothing to do with anything but imagine when you guys have kids, he makes animals out of pipe cleaners for them i'm gonna cry, brb pt 2

overall, whether he makes the present himself or not, he puts a lot of effort and care into it

every gift has a meaning and a place dear to your heart

cooking for you

leo is canoningly a good cook

he loves cooking for you

and you love eating what he makes

he's usually busy on the weekdays, so he cooks on the weekends

you guys always joke that he'd be the cutest househusband

you got him an apron for Christmas as a joke gift one year, and he wears it all the time

there's something so charming about him wearing an apron with a funny saying like "Mr. Good Lookin is Cookin" or with like a ripped out shirtless guy in front of it

you giggle every time you see him wearing it

oh, no matter how many times you've seen it, it's still so bizarre when he takes out hot trays from the oven with his BARE hands

everything he makes tastes amazing

he makes all kinds of food and is always trying something new

if you tell him what you’re craving, he’ll cook it for you

once he woke you up to ask if you wanted ribs… it was 3 am but like, of course, you wanted some

unless you're vegetarian or vegan, sorry, HAHA

often though, he does make Mexican food

it reminds him of when his mom was alive

he always has some story to share

every time he makes caldo de pollo (chicken soup), he always talks about how his mother would make it in the summer and that when he was little, he would always complain about eating hot soup in hot weather

you know he doesn't notice his constant telling of this story, but you don't mind

it's so bittersweet when he talks about his mom

through the cooking of his traditional food, you feel closer to him and his late mother

the memories he shares with you makes your eyes sting with tears

especially when leo says how much he wishes that esperanza could have met you

sorry, that was a little emo

also, leo usually wakes up earlier than you

he knows you're a sleepyhead, so he'll cook breakfast for you

so that when you're running around in the morning trying to get dressed and your things together

you never leave the house hungry because there's always a tupperware filled with breakfast, and if he has enough time, he'll fix you something to take for lunch too

if you come home late from work or school, he'll make dinner even if he's tired to surprise you

so many times you've come home from a shitty day at work or school, and the small table where you guys eat your meals is all set up with your favorite food

leo greets you by peeking his head into the hallway from the kitchen, tossed curls, cheerful brown eyes, and a bright grin

"I hope you're hungry," he says, despite knowing that you are hungry

and then you guys talk and laugh together over a delicious meal

compliments

leo's really observant

he notices when you’re in a bad mood, even if you try not to show it

he also notices when you change little things about your appearance

if you get a haircut or you get your nails done, he'll comment on it right away

especially outfits

if you buy something new, he'll complement it

imagine standing in front of the mirror, looking at yourself in your new outfit

leo comes behind you, his hands coming around your waist

he'll pepper kisses on your neck, a soft hum leaving his lips as he meets your eyes in the mirror

"is this new, mi amor?" he asks, hands running up your sides

once you affirm that it is a new dress or shirt, he'll smile and tell you how beautiful you look in it

maybe says he'd rather see it off of you wink wink

there's never a day where he doesn't compliment you

he thinks you're the prettiest person in the world

you've caught him staring at you lovingly plenty of times

he's just asking himself how did he manage to get someone as beautiful and amazing as you

you always squirm under his gaze and playfully ask what is he looking at

"you're so pretty, mi amor. I can't help it."

AHHH!!!!

alongside the endearment of mi amor, he'd always call you bonita and hermosa

you're so sweet to him, and he can't help but tell you how much you mean to him every chance he gets

surprises

leo is an acts of service kind of guy

i think he'll spontaneously do things to make you happy

if you've been busy studying for finals or just beat up from a day at work

he'll draw you a bath

or he'll cut up some fruit for you and leave it at your desk

he randomly buys you flowers

he never needs an occasion to buy your flowers

it'll be a regular tuesday, leo just happened to walk past a store with flowers displayed in the front, and he thought about how bright your smile would be if he showed up with a bouquet

I feel like he's pretty introverted, enjoys being at home with you

the both of you are pretty broke for a while, so a lot of dates were at home

leo made the most of it

you guys will have nice dinners at home

he'll set the table nicely, set the mood with candles

he'll redecorate the space so well you feel like you're at an actual restaurant

and of course, his food is amazing

breakfast in bed is another thing he'd do for you unsolicited

especially if you guys had a looong night wink wink

you're woken up by his still groggy voice, fluttering kisses on your cheeks

you open your eyes to see he's set a tray with your favorite breakfast on top of the bed

the two of you will eat breakfast together, which usually leads to you staying in bed for the rest of the day

just enjoying the warm cocoon your sheets create around the both of you

overall, he's super observant and caring, and he goes the extra mile to make sure you're happy because he knows you do the same

anyways, does anyone know where I can get a leo?

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mcbenson25 · 3 years

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If Only... Chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

A/N: Okay so I may or may not have been carried away....so basically I was going to write just an epilogue and an alternative ending but then I wrote this and got a different idea. Why not make it it's own little adventure?

*5 years later*

You had taken a day off from work.

Aaron had insisted that you worked too hard and you should take a break.

He even offered to take a day as well to take care of the kids.

But you had been so stubborn.

And so Aaron took out the big guns.

He told Rafael that you needed a break.

And of course, the bastard went ahead and told work you were going to be on vacation.

But for a week.

So you went and did the same.

He was amused but didn't complain like you did.

Which brought you here. At the back of your house facing the woods.

"Where are los changos?" he asked.

"Do not call my kids monkeys Rafa," you said annoyed, "they're with Aaron at the zoo."

"Enserió bonita? You're still upset with me?"

"Yes, I am. I don't need a week off."

Rafael rolled his eyes as he mimicked what you said in his best feminine voice.

You lightly punched his arm.

"You treat Aaron like this?" He said as he rubbed his arm.

"No this is exclusively just you."

"Wow I feel so special," he sarcastically said.

The both of you sat in silence as your frustration subsided.

It was nice actually.

Not having to worry about anything for a week.

You would finally be able to catch up on Netflix and spend more time with the kids.

You glanced at Rafael who had leaned back in the chair with eyes closed.

You had to admit he looked very handsome like that.

And then you did the same as your mind wandered to a thought you hadn't had in ages.

What if you had chosen Rafa that day instead of Aaron?

Don't get anyone wrong you were happy with Aaron but what if...

"Bonita what are you thinking," Rafa asked interrupting your thoughts.

For some reason, you felt like a teenager caught doing something they weren't supposed to be doing and your cheeks flushed red as you quickly said, "Nothing."

This only caused the ADA to raise his eyebrows at you.

"Mmmhmmm. Mentirosa. Then why are your cheeks red?" There was a pause before his own cheeks went red, "actually you know what I don't want to know."

You laughed at what he was implying.

"It's not that," you kept laughing, "but your reaction was priceless."

"I've permanently scarred for life thanks to you," he said refusing to look at you.

"Okay, I'll tell you what I was really thinking to get it out of your head."

"Is it PG-13?"

You groaned. "Yes oh my goodness."

"Okay pues. Let's hear it."

You took a deep breath.

"I was thinking about the day I got married."

"Really? That's what had you all-."

"Shhh, I'm not done. I was thinking what if I would have chosen you instead of Aaron that day."

Rafael's jaw dropped and his eyes went wide.

"What?!"

All of a sudden you were self-conscious.

"Nothing forget it. Never mind," you say regretting ever bringing it up in the first.

The both of you sat there in silence.

"I think about it too you know," he said after a while.

You turned towards him.

"Oh," was all you could say still embarrassed.

"Wha-"

"I loved you you know," you blurted out.

Rafael looked at you incredulously.

"Are you drunk?"

You laughed cautiously.

"I tell you I loved you and you ask me if I'm drunk."

"Did you actually?"

"Get drunk? No. Love you? Yes."

Rafael scooted his chair so close to yours they were slightly topping each other.

"When?" He said softly.

You looked at him before speaking, "If I tell you will you be okay?"

"Mmm maybe," he said.

"No Rafa I'm serious. I know this is a rough topic for you and if you can't handle it I don't want to lose my best friend."

Rafael sighed before grabbing your hands.

"Whatever you tell me I'll be okay. I've come to terms with it and there is no way I would ever leave you. Never."

You took a deep breath.

"When you left for college."

"Really?"

You looked at him as you interlocked your fingers with his and nodded.

"When you left I was a mess. I knew you were literally a couple hours away but I was miserable. I wanted to see you be with you. I realized I loved you and that made me so upset because I thought you would never think of me like that. I literally would just sulk around your mom's apartment and wear your hoodies and she would just feed me and comfort me. I was such a drama queen your mom must hate me. I was so excited when you called and visited. And you always brought me something and you did stuff with me and you were just so freaking charming and handsome," you paused realizing that you were crying.

And then you looked at Rafael and he was crying too.

"I didn't-what was-why didn't you tell me?" He struggled to get out a complete sentence.

"I was scared of messing our friendship up. Very much like I am now," you cried.

"But I loved you too," his voice broke.

"I didn't know that!"

"I know that!"

You realized your hands were still locked together and you let go trying to space yourself.

He was never supposed to know.

He was hurting because of you.

You let out a sob before Rafael came and hugged you.

"I'm sorry Rafa all I'm doing is hurting you," you sobbed into his shoulder.

"Shh amor. It's okay," he said into your ear as you felt his tears on your cheek.

The world really was a cruel place.

You pulled out of the embrace and tried to clean up your face.

There was snot and a mixture of both your tears.

You felt awful.

Physically, mentally, and emotionally.

So much for vacation.

"Are you okay Rafa?" You asked concerned.

"I'll be okay." He said giving you a sad smile that made your heartache.

You rested your head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around you and the two of you sat there watching the birds come in and out of the woods.

An idea came to you.

"We should write it."

"Hmm?"

"We should write what could have happened if we would've ended up together."

Rafael looked at you flabbergasted.

"Are you pregnant?"

"What? No. It would be like therapy. And then at the end, we'll burn them or something."

Rafael contemplated your idea.

"Okay fine. Then we both get it out of our systems and we can move on."

"Exactly what I was thinking!" You said.

You smiled at him and he looked a bit confused but smiled back.

"Are you sure you're not pregnant? You literally changed moods in less than 10 seconds."

You rolled your eyes.

"I'm not pregnant," you stood up, "I'm gonna go get my computer so we can start."

"What?! You want to start right now?"

"Yeah, I mean no better time than the present."

"Dios mio bonita," he said sighing as you went inside to retrieve your laptop.

When you came back you went into full focus mode.

"Okay, so I think we should start with the wedding and work back from there."

Rafael nodded.

"And we should write in the third person because then we'll be able to include both our thoughts and get done faster."

"Great now I'm writing a novel about my life," he said sarcastically.

"Will you relax? This will be fun."

"If you say so."

"Alright then," you said as you opened a new document and began typing.

Taglist: @wittysunflower

A/N: Soo basically if people enjoyed this then I'll just do a little work dedicated to their what if story and may add more plot to that. Let me know what you think!

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