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SHE 2

Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader

In a brand-new city, you're experiencing a new lifestyle. Jenna Ortega, your soon-to-be wife, must navigate your mixed emotions towards each other while raising your daughter. What happens when you start imagining a new life with someone else's wife?

This one shot includes mature themes such as foul language, sexual activity, acts of violence and etc.

Jenna and any other celebrities in this book are not famous unless said otherwise.

I hate this ending and possibly the entire thing but I hope you guys enjoy. Based off You S3!

You believed in love at first sight, and when you saw Jenna for the first time, everything clicked into place. The way she smiled, the way she carried herself—it was as if she were made for you.

Yes, you might've met others on the way, but no one made your heart race like Jenna. Bonding over cheesecake, strawberry jam, and most importantly, your mother. Jenna seemed to understand you on a deeper level than no one else had before.

But you wished things were different. None of that felt real anymore. You were wrong about Jenna, she wasn't the person you thought she was. The truth had shattered the image you had of her—that one beautiful woman you met on a late grocery-night run had turned out to be a stalking and murdering psychopath.

And when you realized who she truly was, it was too late. This murdering psychopath was the mother of your child.

You couldn't allow your daughter to be raised alone by such an evil person. You'd pretend to love Jenna, pretend to enjoy the suburbs, and move yourself away from the city you were beginning to love.

The young adult you once were, attempting to grasp the handles of adult life, has now become a master of disguise, faking happiness in your relationship. Every day, you put on a mask and play the role of a loving partner, protecting your child from the dark truth that lies within her mother.

Regardless...there's still a part of you that believes in love at first sight.

Marde Linda is the type of neighborhood you'd see in a television show, with picket white fences, beautifully manicured lawns, and slightly friendly neighbors who wave as they pass by. You don't have to get started on the schools, which are top-rated in the state, by the way.

Being a mother? Hard. Extremely hard. You don't know how your own did it, but you're happy she was there. Which is exactly why you're happy to be with your own daughter, despite the crying at 3 AM, the endless diaper changes...or the fact that she hates her vegetables.

"You are going to love this, trust me." You smile at your daughter, who dazly stares back at you in her highchair. "I mean, even I would eat this...I think?" You chuckle as you spoon-feed her the mashed carrots, hoping she'll give it a chance.

For a second, you start to believe she enjoys the taste, her little mouth opening wide for each spoonful. But then she scrunches up her face and spits out the carrots, turning her head every time you try to feed her again.

Just in time, Jenna walks into the kitchen with messy hair and a tired expression on her face. "What's going on here?" she asks, glancing at the mashed carrots smeared all over the highchair. You sigh and explain, "I was trying to get her to eat some carrots, but it seems like she's not a fan."

Jenna hums, slightly nodding her head. "Well, uh...do you want me to try feeding her?" You hesitate for a moment, unsure if Jenna will have any better luck. But you appreciate her offer and hand her the spoon. "Sure, why not?" you say with a hopeful smile.

Jenna smiles at you before taking a seat next to the highchair and starting to coax your daughter into taking another bite of the mashed carrots.

This sight reminds you of the old Jenna, the Jenna you fell for. The way she interacts with your daughter brings back memories of when you first started seeing each other, when everything was easy and carefree.

You're knocked out of your nostalgic reverie when the bell rings. Hm, you weren't expecting anyone.

You look at Jenna in confusion before heading to the front door, only to be met with a beautiful brunette, with a smile on her face, and a pie in her hand. "Hi, I'm Love. I live next door, and I wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood. I thought I'd bring over a homemade pie...it's gluten-free."

You raise your eyebrows, surprised by the unexpected gesture. "Wow, that's really kind of you," you say, genuinely touched. "Thank you so much, Love. I'm Y/N, and my fiance, Jenna, is a bit busy trying to feed our daughter. We just moved in a few days ago."

Love's smile widens as she listens to your introduction. "Of course, I know it's always nice to have a warm welcome when you move into a new place. And I know how that is. My husband, Joe, and I have a son, Henry, so I understand how hectic things can get. If you ever need any help with anything, just let us know."

"Likewise, Love." The woman gives you one last smile before returning her attention to her own home, she was really pretty.

"Who was it?" Jenna calls out from the kitchen. "It was our neighbor, Love. She came by to welcome us and offered her help if we ever needed anything. She seems like a friendly person." You answer back, closing the door and making your way back to the kitchen.

Jenna looks up from Luna and says, "That's nice." You hum in response, placing down the pie. "Did she eat the carrots?"

Your fiance thins out her lips, "Nope." You chuckle and shake your head.

It's wrong, but your neighbor is already stuck in your head, leaving you curious about her.

"How's mothering going?" Ross asks you over the phone, his face apparent on your phone screen. You sigh out, laying your head against the armrest of the couch. "As best as it can go." You pause for a moment, contemplating whether or not to mention your neighbor. Deciding against it, you simply add, "Luna is a handful, but we're managing."

"When are you gonna let me see my goddaughter?" You laugh softly at Ross's question, "Uhhh, I don't know. I guess come by whenever you're free." You can hear the excitement in Ross's voice as he responds, "Great! I'll make sure to schedule a visit soon."

You smile, a small silence falling over. Ross narrows out his eyebrows, trying to read you. "You look like you want to say something. What is it?" He mumbles.

"My neighbor Love... she seems really nice. And she's really pretty, she even has the most beautiful smile," you say, moving your face out of the screen so your best friend doesn't see your wide smile.

Ross raises an eyebrow and chuckles. "Sounds like you've got a crush on her already. Make sure Jenna doesn't find out, you'd be in the doghouse forever."

Ross knows about your problems with Jenna. He doesn't know why they formed, but he knows you're not exactly your happiest when it comes to your relationship with Jenna.

"I know, I know...but am I wrong for wanting to get to know her? I just...I don't know, I wanna see her again." You ponder, unsure of how to navigate your feelings for this new person while still being in a "relationship" with Jenna.

Ross leans back, contemplating your words before responding, "I think it's natural to be curious about others, especially when things are rocky with Jenna. Just be careful not to rush into anything without figuring out what or who you truly want."

You nod, and Ross continues, "Is this Love girl a single mother or something? What's got you so hooked?" You pause for a moment, considering Ross's question. "No, she's not a single mother," you reply. "She's married, but she's gorgeous, and she just has that aura, you know? She gave me a pie, Ross! What more could I ask for?"

Ross raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "I get that she's attractive and all, but you're both married and you both have children, so getting involved with her could definitely complicate things for both of you. Have you thought about the consequences like....at all?"

"No, I didn't. I haven't gotten that far, we just met two weeks ago. But there's just something about her that draws me in. I can't explain it, but I feel it."

Ross sighs and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Look, I understand that you're drawn to her—" You hear the front door opening, interrupting your conversation.

You quickly sit up, realizing that Jenna has arrived home. Ross gives you a knowing look before hanging up.

Jenna smiles at you, unaware of the conversation you were having. "Hey. Where were you?" You ask, putting on a smile. Jenna crawls on the couch, snuggling up next to you.

"I ran into Love and her group of friends. You know she owns a bakery, she told me to stop by sometime and try her pastries. I think it would be fun if we went together," Jenna suggests, her eyes beaming up with excitement.

You feel a pang of guilt as you remember the conversation you were just having with Ross about Love. But you push it aside, not wanting to ruin the moment with Jenna. "That sounds like a great idea," you reply, attempting to sound enthusiastic.

You didn't hate your fiancé; you couldn't bring yourself to. She was the mother of your child, and for a while, she was the love of your life, she was captivating, caring, and always there for you. But every time you try to remember the goods, the bads come out—memories of her locking you inside a cage, revealing that she killed your ex-flings, and that look she gave when you asked about Zoe.

"Is Luna asleep?" Jenna asks, breaking the silence. You nod, a tiny smile peeking its way onto your lips. "Out like a light. Might even start snoring," you reply in a joking tone.

Jenna smiles, leaning in closer to you. "I'm glad you're here with me," she says softly. "I love you."

You can't. You can't say those words, not after everything you've discovered about her. The memories and fears weigh heavily on your heart, making it nearly impossible to reciprocate Jenna's love. You give her a reassuring smile, hoping she doesn't notice the hesitation in your eyes.

Thankfully, she doesn't, placing her lips on yours for a short and sweet kiss. Her hand snakes its way to lay against your cheek, bringing you into a more heated kiss, leaving you momentarily breathless.

You're trying. For Luna, for yourself, and for Jenna. You want to be a happy and perfect partner and mother, but you've been through a lot.

Jenna notices the subtle changes in your demeanor and gently asks if everything is alright. You take a deep breath, quickly nodding.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." Jenna stares into your eyes, searching for any signs of deception. She knows you too well to believe your quick reassurance. Pulling away from you as if you're a burning hot stove, she insists, "No, you're not. Why don't you talk to me anymore?"

Her voice trembles with concern, and you can sense the ache behind her words. You run a hand through your hair. "We do talk."

"But it's not the same," Jenna interrupts, annoyance in her tone. "It feels like you're holding back, like there's something you're not telling me."

"You're always distracted. Something's going on," Jenna adds, her eyes searching yours for answers.

Saved by the cry, Luna's whines are heard from the baby monitor that rests on your coffee table. You quickly excuse yourself to tend to Luna, grateful for the interruption.

A bell jingles as you make your way through the door, alerting the owner of the shop to your presence. "You're not closed, are you?" you ask, hoping to still be able to browse the selection of treats.

Love smiles, waving you off. "For you? We're open 24/7," she chuckles. "Feel free to take your time and explore." You thank Love and begin glancing over the array of delectable pastries and desserts on display.

"Which one catches your eye?" Love asks, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. Other than you? I don't know, you think. You take a moment to survey the mouthwatering options, each one more tempting than the last. Finally, your gaze settles on a beautifully decorated muffin that seems to be calling your name.

You point at the muffin and say, "I think I'll go with that one. It looks absolutely divine." Love nods approvingly and retrieves the muffin for you, placing it in a small box with a smile. "Excellent choice," she says. "I'm sure you'll enjoy every bite."

Your upper lip curves upward into a satisfied smile as you eagerly anticipate the first bite of the delectable muffin. "Mmm," you groan out, missing the way Love bites her lip in response to your reaction. She watches you with a twinkle in her eye, clearly pleased with your enjoyment of the muffin.

The muffin is soft and moist, with just the right amount of sweetness. It melts in your mouth, leaving behind a burst of flavors that dance on your taste buds.

"This is fantastic." You exclaim, savoring every bite as the flavors continue to unfold. Love's smile widens, and she leans in closer, whispering, "I'm glad you like it."

Placing down the half-eaten muffin, you smile at the brunette. "You know, I actually cook and bake myself, but never have I made something as delicious as this. Your muffin is truly a masterpiece."

Love blushes, clearly flattered by your compliment. "Well, I'd love to try your cooking sometime," she says, smiling even wider at you.

"I'd be honored to cook for you. It'll be our own little culinary adventure, you know what I'm talking about?" Love chuckles, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, we can be the dynamic duo in the kitchen."

You and your next-door neighbor continue to talk, sharing recipes and exchanging cooking tips—and maybe even glances. You begin to open up about your feelings about parenting, even sharing some stories about your own mother, whom you love and miss dearly.

"I don't know; I just...my mom was the best in my eyes. I just want my daughter to look at me the same." Love listens attentively, nodding her head. "Don't we all?"

She pauses for a moment, reflecting on her own new experiences as a mother. "It's a universal desire—wanting to be the best parent we can be for our children. My mother isn't really the best, so I'm trying to learn from her mistakes and do things differently with Henry."

You smile at the mention of Henry. "He's lucky to have a mom like you who is willing to learn and grow. I'm sure you and Joe will do an amazing job."

You see Love's smile flicker at the sound of her husband's name, but she quickly regains her composure. "Thank you... I'm also glad I got to you before Sherry and her mean girls squad did." Love quickly changes the topic, smiling widely again.

"Yeah, I saw her blog...don't know how to feel about it yet." You say, tilting your head and raising your eyebrows. Love chuckles, shaking her head. "I know what you mean. I remember our second time meeting each other. She asked me about Joe and I's sex lives, saying, "Oh, having orgasms helps you produce better breast milk for your baby!"

Your mouth opens in disbelief. "Wow, that's quite a personal question to ask someone you barely know," you comment, slightly taken aback. Love nods in agreement, her smile fading slightly. "Yeah, it was definitely uncomfortable."

"So, how did you respond to that?" you ask, curious about Love's reaction. Love lets out a small sigh before answering, "I lied. The best thing you can do to Sherry."

You let out a small laugh. "I'll take note of that." You open your mouth to speak, but hesitate, unsure if you should even ask the question on your mind.

But curiosity gets the better of you, and you finally ask, "Have things ever felt weird with you and Joe during the first few months of bringing in Henry? It's just... I don't feel like I'm engaged with Jenna, it's almost as if we're just two strangers taking care of a baby together."

It's like a black cloud has appeared above Love's head, casting a shadow over her face. And for the first time, she's not putting on the usual happy facade to fool her neighbors into thinking she fits into Marde Linda; instead, she looks vulnerable and honest.

Love pauses for a moment, collecting her thoughts, before responding, "I totally get where you're coming from. It actually feels like that a bit now, you know? It's good to know I'm not the only one who feels this way."

"Joe and I have been together for so long, and it's been great for the most part. But lately, I've been feeling like something is missing. We used to have such a strong connection, but now it feels like we're drifting apart. I've tried talking to him about it, but he just brushes it off and says everything is fine. It's frustrating because I want us to be happy together, but I can't get through with him."

Love lets out a fake chuckle, trying her best to keep the tears from building in her eyes.

She takes a deep breath and continues, "I know relationships have their ups and downs, but this seems different. It's like we're living in two separate worlds, with little overlap or understanding of each other's lives. I miss feeling connected to someone... I miss smiling so much that my cheeks hurt. I miss...the feeling of feeling wanted and cherished."

You feel the same way, completed. You long for the days when you both were inseparable, when every moment spent together felt like a precious gift. The distance between you and Jenna now feels unbearable, and you yearn for that deep connection and intimacy that seems to have faded away.

"Yeah... I know what you mean. I remember the first night I met Jenna, my heart was racing, like badly, almost as if it was going to burst out of my chest. I wanted to impress her so damn badly that I started showing her photos of me with the president. I just couldn't take my eyes off her, and the way she laughed at how I had continued to completely make a fool out of myself. We had this instant chemistry that I'd never felt with anyone else before. It's like we were made to be for each other, but after a while, it seemed...fake, I guess. The more I got to know her, the more I realized that our connection wasn't as genuine as I initially thought."

You run a hand down your face, your face flushing with embarrassment. "Shit, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to just pour my heart out like that." Love waves you off, "No, no! It's only fair; I kind of did the same thing earlier. It feels good to be able to open up and share my feelings with someone who won't go gossip about it."

You take a deep breath, feeling relieved that Love understands and appreciates your honesty. "Thank you for being so understanding. It's just been weighing on me, and it feels good to finally talk about it."

When the silence falls, you feel it. You both want the same thing—to start fresh—but neither of you has the guts to say so. You'd both look like bad spouses, wanting a new life while your old one was just getting started.

Your mind begins to wonder: What if Love was your new start? The shared laughter, looks, feelings, and smiles were a creation of a bond that goes beyond being neighbors.

You were so in your mind that you didn't even realize that Love had moved right beside you, placing a soft hand on your arm. Startled, you turn to see Love sitting there with a gentle smile on her face.

Her intentions were to comfort you, but her heart betrayed her. You looked even better up close.

You and Love meet in a slow kiss, both of you unsure what you're exactly doing in the moment, but sure, it's what you want in that moment. You were drawn to her, her gentle nature, and the way she effortlessly made you feel at ease.

Wait. No, wait.

You're engaged, you can't. You're not supposed to be doing this, but you want—no. You can't.

You quickly pull away, "I'm...so sorry, fuck." You rush out, your mouth slightly agape. Love stares at you, she understands the conflict raging within you and the responsibilities that bind you. So she doesn't fight against your decision, allowing you to walk away, leaving her in an empty bakery with a half-eaten muffin.

You make it home, but your mind is still consumed by Love's presence. You don't know how long you've been standing in silence, lost in thought. Jenna could never find out you shared a kiss with your neighbor, not only would you be in trouble, but Love would find herself like your old flings.

But Jenna's home, meaning Luna successfully made it to Ross's apartment.

You snap out of your reverie and greet Jenna. You have to try harder. Jenna's trying her hardest to make things work between you two, and it's important for you to reciprocate that effort. You smile as she rants about the traffic on the way back home from Ross's place, taking her hair out of her messy bun.

You walk up to your fiance, wrapping your arms around her and kissing her intensely but softly. Jenna gasps in surprise but immediately melts into the kiss, her hands finding their way to your back. This was probably the first time you've insinuated such a passionate display of affection, and it fills Jenna with a sense of reassurance and love.

As you pull away from the kiss, Jenna looks into your eyes, her own filled with a mixture of adoration and curiosity. She whispers, "What brought this on?" You smile and reply, "I was just thinking about when you approached me in the grocery store...and you asked if I was going to stay in the same aisle until you left."

Jenna's eyes widen with surprise as she recalls that moment. She blushes and playfully nudges you, saying, "I can't believe you remembered that!"

"Of course I do," you mumble against her lips, feeling a surge of affection. "I missed you, Jenna." She smiles, her cheeks turning even redder, and pulls you in for another kiss, which grows wilder by the second.

"Bedroom, please...Y/N." Jenna whimpers out, jumping into your arms as you walk toward your bedroom. Jenna's heart is pounding in her chest, but at the same time, her mind is racing. She can't help but wonder what has gotten you this way?

Was it really your first time meeting, or is there something else on your mind? Someone else—maybe she doesn't know.

You undress yourself completely, revealing your naked body to Jenna's eager eyes. Jenna's thoughts continue to swirl. She tries to push aside her doubts and insecurities and focus on you. But deep down, a nagging feeling lingers, leaving her curious about your hidden secrets or unspoken desires.

You stand at the edge of the bed while Jenna removes her own clothes in bed, her lip trapped between her teeth as she meets your gaze. You smile, pulling your fiance by her legs to the edge of the bed and lowering yourself to your knees.

As you trail kisses along Jenna's inner thighs, her hunger grows, her breath hitching with each gentle touch. She arches her back, yearning for more, as you tease her with your lips and tongue.

"I missed this...I missed you." You mutter against her core, going back to your effective but gentle techniques. Jenna loses herself in your words and the intoxicating sensations coursing through her body. Her fingers slip into your hair, and her hips move wildly against your mouth.

You place your hands on her hips, holding her down against the bed. Your fiance whines in response, throwing her head back in frustration.

With a smirk, you continue to maintain your firm grip, knowing that it drives her wild. "I'm so close, baby...please." Jenna pleads, her voice barely audible as she gasps for breath.

You keep up the relentless stimulation, teasing her just enough to push her further to the edge. Her body tenses, and with a loud cry, she finally reaches her climax, her hips bucking against your touch.

Whilst her body slowly relaxes, you release your grip, allowing her to catch her breath. Jenna looks up at you with a small smile, her eyes sparkling with post-orgasmic bliss.

You crawl onto the bed, hovering over your fiance with a mischievous smile.

"You're so beautiful, Jen." You whisper, aligning yourself with her core, watching her gasp and arch her back as you enter her. Jenna pulls you down into a kiss, her mind clearing as you reassure her in the best way possible.

"Y/N..." Jenna breathes out, clinging onto your back as you begin to move with gentle, rhythmic thrusts. Her nails dig into your skin, leaving behind small red trails as she desperately holds onto you, almost as if she's scared you'll slip away.

You drop your head on Jenna's shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent as you continue to move inside her. Gosh, she was something else. Her smell—the vanilla smell mingled with a hint of lavender—filled your senses, intoxicating you further. And the way she softly bit your ear before attacking your neck, sent shivers down your spine, making it impossible to resist her.

"Yes...yes! Fuck, right there, Y/N." Jenna mutters in your ear, wrapping her legs around your waist, and pulling you in deeper.

"I thought Ross was supposed to have Luna for longer?" You ask Jenna, referring to the doorbell. Jenna shrugs, placing a kiss on your lips before sitting up from the couch and reaching for her robe.

"It's probably my package, baby. Just go answer it for me, will you?" Jenna says, giving you one last peck.

With a sigh, you walk toward the front door. Jenna stops you. "Don't you think you should put some clothes on first?" she teases, her eyes lingering on your attire—just your boxers and sports bra.

You open up the coat closet nearby, putting on a zip-up hoodie to cover yourself up. Jenna chuckles and playfully swats your arm, reminding you to grab a pair of pants as well. "By the time I do that, they'll be gone!" you mutter. Jenna gives you a look, which you ignore, hurrying up to answer the door.

"Love—hey!" You rush out. You weren't expecting to see love so soon, especially after your kiss. You quickly compose yourself, trying to hide any lingering awkwardness from the kiss.

Love smiles, "Hi, I'm sorry for just...showing up, I just wanted to see if we were okay." You open your mouth before you even know what you're going to say, "Uhh...yeah! I uh, I'm sorry, it's just..." you motion your hands around, feeling flustered and searching for the right words.

"I..." You glance behind you to make sure Jenna isn't eavesdropping on the conversation. "I really enjoyed our....talk. It got a lot of stuff off of my chest and about our k—"

Love's eyes leave yours, moving to something behind you. Love's eyes leave yours, moving to something behind you. Their expression changes, and you turn around to see Jenna standing there, an unreadable expression on her face.

Jenna's unexpected presence interrupts your train of thought, leaving you momentarily speechless. Your fiance glances between the two of you, clearly caught off guard by Love's sudden appearance.

Love quickly recovers, breaking the silence with a forced smile. "Hi! I was just inviting you both to dinner tonight. I thought it would be a great opportunity for us to all get to know each other better." Love says, attempting to regain composure.

Jenna's eyes briefly meet yours before turning back to Love. That sounds like a lovely idea," she says, her voice calm but with a hint of curiosity.

You can't help but wonder what Jenna's true feelings are about Love's unexpected invitation. Fuck. Could she tell something happened between the two of you?

You try to shake off the thought, reminding yourself that it's just your own paranoia. Love gives you a smile before walking off. Perhaps she is genuinely interested in Love's invitation, and there is nothing to worry about.

"We could've just said no," you mutter, closing the door. Jenna hears you, raising an eyebrow. "Why would we do that?" You pause for a moment, walking to Jenna and wrapping your arms around her. "I mean, it's just...unexpected. And we don't really know Love that well. It might be better to play it safe, you know?"

Jenna stares into your eyes, her expression softening. "You're so cute," she says, planting a gentle kiss on your nose. You furrow your eyebrows, confused by the compliment and how she completely dodged your concern.

"It's so great to finally meet you." Joe smiles, extending his hand for a handshake. You shake his hand, "Likewise, Joe. It's nice to have some...normal neighbors." You chuckle nervously, hoping that your comment about normalcy didn't come off as rude.

Joe chuckles. "Well, thank you. I'm glad I didn't get grouped in with Sherry and Cary." You let out a small laugh, relieved that Joe understood your attempt at humor. "Oh, I've heard some interesting stories about them. They definitely bring some excitement to the neighborhood."

Love pulls away from her hug with Jenna, leading you both to the dining room, a bright and inviting space with a large wooden table. As you take a seat, Love gestures towards the beautifully set table and says, "I hope you're hungry! I've prepared a special homemade meal just for the occasion."

"Thank you so much, Love. Everything looks and smells amazing," you say sincerely, feeling grateful for her hospitality.

Love smiles warmly at you, and Jenna takes notice of this, her eyes boring into Love's skull. Jenna's gaze lingers on Love for a moment before she blinks, putting on a fake smile as she starts a conversation with Joe.

"Shit, I forgot the drinks, I'll be right back." You get up from your seat and say, "I can help." Love quickly interjects, "No need to worry, I'll take care of it." You wave her off, "It's okay! I don't mind helping out."

You follow Love to the kitchen, fixing your dress shirt and straightening your tie as you go. Love glances at you with a grateful smile, appreciating your willingness to assist.

"I'm sorry, Love." You apologize sincerely, referring to your shared kiss that shouldn't have happened between two married individuals. Love's smile fades slightly as she looks down at the ground, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. "No need to apologize," she says softly, avoiding eye contact.

"No, really. I shouldn't have done that." You continue, walking closer to the blue-eyed woman. Love's gaze remains fixed on the ground, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was a moment of weakness for both of us," she admits, her words tinged with regret.

"At least...I know that it was for you." Love adds, her voice trailing off as she finally meets your gaze. "Because...one second you're complaining about not being happy, but you seemed pretty happy this morning after."

"What?"

"The fucking hickeys, Y/N. You opening the door in your boxers? Could you be any more fucking obvious?" You look away, your cheeks turning a shade of pink.

"Love..." you stammer, struggling to find the right words. "You're married...I'm married...we couldn't...I couldn't..." Love shakes her head, a sad smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"I guess I'm blind for thinking that kiss meant anything. It's just finally talking about it that I started imagining what if...you know? Like, with him... the first time I saw him, I wanted to get to know everything about him. And I felt that again, but with you. I wanted to explore a connection that I hadn't felt in a long time. It's stupid..."

Love's eyes glisten with unshed tears as she takes a step back, creating a distance between you two. "I don't even know why I'm acting like this. We should get back." She quickly wipes her eyes, handing you two glasses and picking up the rest before walking back toward the dining room.

"Hey, you're back! I missed you," Jenna exclaims as she sees Love and you return to the dining room. She gives you both a warm smile, unaware of the emotional moment that just took place.

You send Jenna a smile, sitting back down beside her. Love joins the table, her eyes still slightly red but her smile genuine. "Jenna was just telling me about how she cooks too," Joe tells his wife, his eyes glancing between her and Jenna.

But Jenna doesn't pay any mind to the man; her eyes are staring into yours. She leans in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "What took you so long?" Anyone else would've missed her accusatory tone.

"We were just talking about our favorite recipes," you reply, trying to deflect the question. Jenna's eyes narrow slightly, but she doesn't press further. Instead, she smiles at Joe, nodding. "Yes! I love trying out new recipes. I'm more of a cook than a baker, though; I'm really good at using knives and stuff."

That surely meant something else, you think.

Love chuckles nervously, clearly uncomfortable with the mention of knives. "Oh, uh, I'm more of a baker...as you know already." Jenna's smile widens. "Well, I also bake too! Don't mind getting my hands dirty." Joe's eyes widen slightly, sensing a hidden meaning behind Jenna's words.

Joe clears his throat. "Let's get eating, shall we?"

You're now home in your bedroom; the rest of dinner went well for the most part. You begin taking off your button shirt while Jenna removes her makeup in your shared bathroom.

"I think you should stop talking to Love." Jenna blurts out, catching you off guard. You pause, unsure of how to respond. "What do you mean?" you ask, continuing to unbutton your shirt.

Jenna turns around to face you, her expression serious. "Is there a problem with that?" Jenna's words hang in the air, causing a knot of unease to form in your stomach.

"I don't see why there would be a problem," you say cautiously, "but can you explain why you feel that way?"

Jenna takes a deep breath before speaking. "Why can't you just do this one thing for me without asking so many questions?" Her tone is tinged with frustration, and you take this as a sign to drop it. With a hum and nod, you agree, throwing your shirt somewhere in the room and sitting down on your bed.

Jenna leaves the bathroom, walking towards you with a small smile. "Thank you, baby." You smile back at Jenna, and she begins undoing her robe.

She lets the silky fabric slip off her shoulders; you can't help but admire the way it accentuates her curves. Jenna parts your legs, standing in between them, and without a second thought, your hands move to explore, caressing her soft skin.

Jenna leans in, her lips brushing against your earlobe as she whispers, "You know, sometimes I just need a little space to breathe." You close your eyes, feeling the warmth of her breath against your skin. Taking a deep breath and gently pulling her closer, you respond, "I think you just wanna show off."

She smiles, leaning back to look into your eyes. Her gaze is filled with a mix of playfulness and affection as she replies, "Maybe I do enjoy being the center of attention sometimes."

You open your eyes again, only to look out of your window and see your neighbor looking in your direction. You quickly let go of Jenna and rush toward your window, shutting the curtains.

"I can't believe he was spying on us," you mutter. Jenna chuckles softly and pulls you into a reassuring embrace, reminding you that it's just a harmless moment and not worth worrying about.

"Yeah, but that's weird. He's married with a son, and we literally just met him for dinner." Jenna places a kiss on your lips, "I'm all yours; no need to get worked up, my love."

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts. Despite Jenna's reassurance, you can't help but feel a twinge of unease about your neighbor's behavior. Maybe it's best to keep a closer eye on him in the future, just to be safe.

It's late, really late. Luna is back home, but thankfully she's asleep. You've been up waiting for Jenna since she left in the afternoon, but it's already well past midnight.

You open up your phone to try to ring Jenna's phone again, but these past few hours have been filled with unanswered calls and messages. Your mind starts to wander, imagining all sorts of worst-case scenarios. Maybe she got into an accident or lost her phone. You don't fucking know, but you're scared.

On cue, your fiance makes it through the door with messy hair and a tired expression on her face. She apologizes for being late, explaining that she lost track of time while catching up with Joe, your creepy, stalky neighbor.

You get up from the couch with an angry expression on your face. "Why's your hair all messy?" You demand, frustration evident in your voice. She begins to explain, "I put my head out the window after I finished my burger—a very good vegan burger, by the way. Why are burgers so tasty?" she asks, trying to lighten the mood.

You can't help but feel a pang of jealousy towards Joe, wondering why she would spend so much time with him, especially after she knows how you feel about him. Going on late-night burger runs and sharing inside jokes with him. It's hard not to feel like you're being replaced, and her nonchalant attitude only adds to your frustration.

"I have to stop hanging out with my friends, but you get to go on all-day dates with Joe?" You sarcastically question, furrowing your eyebrows.

Jenna shakes her head, "Please. Not tonight." You feel yourself getting angrier by the second, your voice rising as you continue, "Do you see the way he looks at you? We literally caught him staring at you through his window?"

Jenna clenches her jaw, her eyes narrowing with annoyance and anger. "Why do you even care? It's not like you love me anymore." You pause, taken aback by Jenna's words. "What? Jenna, that's not true. I do love you."

Jenna lets out a fake laugh, rolling her eyes. "You know...you might think you're protecting my feelings, but it hurts ten times harder when you lie."

"I'm not an idiot, Y/N. I know you fucking kissed her that night." You feel a lump form in your throat as Jenna's accusation hangs in the air. Your mind races, searching for the right words to defend yourself. "Jenna..."

Jenna laughs, a bitter sound that cuts through the tension. "So sorry if I like spending time with someone who actually might be interested in me!" Her voice cracks, betraying herself.

"You're not being fair, Jenna! You can't blame me for being confused! You don't get to be conflicted! I'm...fucking lost! I don't know if I love you, there! I said it! I don't know if what we have is genuine because my soon-to-be wife fucking stalked me for years and killed anyone I tried to get close to. I've been living in fear, constantly looking over my shoulder." You yell, the veins in your neck coming out as you release your pent-up anger.

"I'm so fucking scared of you, Jenna. I don't know if you're going to hurt me...for not being 100% into you all the time, hurt someone for attempting to get close to me, or...hurt our daughter. So excuse me for even trying to find a safe haven."

Your words hang heavy in the air as you struggle to catch your breath. Jenna is at a loss for words, unsure what to say or how to respond to your raw and honest outburst. You watch her lips tremble slightly as she tries to form a response, but no words escape.

"...Fuck you, Y/N." She finally replies, pushing past you to leave the room.

"Y/N, hey!" You turn around to see Joe. You put on a fake smile; you're pissed off at this guy, and not only that, but he's interrupting your walk to clear your mind.

"Hey Joe, what's up?" you respond, trying to maintain your composure despite your frustration.

"I just wanted to see if you were doing okay." Joe's concern catches you off guard, and you can't help but soften your expression slightly. "Thanks; I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" Joe hesitates for a moment before answering, "Well, Jenna told me earlier that you two were planning on calling off the engagement."

Your heart skips a beat at Joe's words. Why the hell would she want to call off the engagement and not you? "Jenna must have misunderstood," you say, trying to hide your unease.

"We're not calling off the engagement. Everything is fine between us." Joe looks relieved but still seems skeptical. "Are you sure? Jenna seemed pretty convinced. Maybe you should talk to her and clear things up."

Yes, of course. You'll talk to your fiancé. You nod, turning back around to continue walking. "Oh, and Y/N," Joe calls out as you start to walk away, causing you to turn back around.

You feel something heavy hit your head, and your world turns black as you collapse to the ground.

When you regain consciousness, you find yourself in the same situation you were in years ago. Except this time, Jenna isn't present, but Joe, your neighbor, is.

"Fuck...not this shit again." You mutter, using the class cage to help lift yourself from the ground.

Joe tilts his head, confused. "Again. You're telling me you've been put in this situation before?" You touch your head, looking for any signs of injury. "Yeah," you reply, wincing at the pain. "I already know not to freak out and bang against the glass this time."

"Jenna must really like you," Joe says, raising an eyebrow. "She's the one who put you in something like this, right?" You nod, frustration evident on your face.

"I guess she learned from my old tricks." You chuckle bitterly, asking. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Joe smirks, standing up from his chair. "Well, let's just say Jenna isn't the first person to trap someone inside of a glass box; neither was I, but I think...I might've been the one to inspire her."

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by Joe's cryptic statement. "What do you mean?" you inquire, wanting to know more about the origins of this bizarre, fucked-up situation.

Joe's smirk widens as he walks towards the glass box. "I guess you can say I was Jenna's first love, her muse, the one who possibly ignited her twisted creativity."

"I knew Jenna before everything." Joe continues, "I'd become a bit obsessed with her; she was the first person I loved after my ex-girlfriend broke my heart. Jenna had this magnetic energy that drew me in, and I couldn't help but be captivated by her. One day, she told me she was leaving New York to move to California, and I...snapped. I became possessive, desperate to keep her close to me. I put her inside the glass box my...mentor built so she wouldn't leave before I got the chance to talk to her about it."

You chuckle bitterly, not even surprised by the situation. After Jenna, you've become used to the fucked-up shit people can do. But Joe, he just seemed 10x worse. He practically made Jenna look like an angel."You guys are some truly fucked up people, man, I swear."

"Can you not? I'm pouring my heart out here." Joe sarcastically jokes, rolling his eyes. "But yeah, I guess you could say I went a little crazy. I just couldn't bear the thought of her leaving without giving me a chance to explain how much she meant to me. And seeing her again after all those years only intensified those feelings. I knew I had to do something, even if it meant risking everything."

You fake yawn, "So...you did all of this because, supposedly, my fiance is "the one who got away" for you?" Joe smiles, "Ding, ding, ding!"

"And what about Love? Your wife?" Joe's smile fades slightly as he looks down at his hands. "Love... Love and I—we've been drifting apart for a while now. We've tried to make it work, but sometimes people just grow in different directions. And I'm sure Jenna's dealing with her right now...for you."

Your ears perk up. "Dealing with her? What do you mean dealing with her for me?"

Joe looks up. "Killing her."

Your eyes widen in shock as you process Joe's words. "Wait, you can't be serious. Killing her? What about Henry?!"

Joe's expression turns grave as he responds, "I know it sounds extreme, but Love and I have exhausted all other options. We've tried therapy, communication, everything. Henry will be fine; I've already planned that out."

Joe's words send a chill down your spine. "Are you serious, this is fucking insane? You have to stop, Jenna! Joe, Love was your wife, and I know at one point you loved her. You can't let Jenna go through with this. There has to be another way to go about whatever the fuck you're doing, for Henry's sake and for your own sanity."

Joe walks away, not even bothering to acknowledge your plea. "Joe!" You shout, banging on the glass, desperate to get through to him. But he continues to walk away, his footsteps fading into the distance.

The door opens again, and you rise from the ground, rushing to the glass. But it's not Joe who appears; it's Jenna. "Jenna? Jenna, what happened?"

Jenna looks at you with tears in her eyes, her palm resting against the glass. "I love you, Y/N. I love our daughter, and I love our life together. But I just want to know if you love it too, and please, just be honest with me."

You feel a knot forming in your stomach as Jenna's words sink in. Her vulnerability and plea for honesty leave you speechless for a moment.

You realize that your answer will shape the future of your relationship and maybe even your life.

"I love you too, Jen. I swear. I—I won't let anything come between us again. Our life together means everything to me, and I can't imagine a future without you and our daughter. I promise to always be honest with you, no matter what."

Jenna's tears begin to subside as a sense of relief washes over her face. She takes a deep breath and reaches into her pocket, pulling out a silver key. With trembling hands, she opens the glass cage, and you fall into her arm, your own eyes filling with tears.

Jenna holds you tightly, whispering words of love and forgiveness. In that moment, you realize that your relationship has been given a second chance, and you vow to never take it for granted again.

"I couldn't do it. I thought about it. Fuck, Y/N. I was about to hurt Love and take Henry's mother away from him forever. But I thought about how I could never forgive myself, not even a little." Jenna's voice trembles with emotion as she continues, "I want to break free from that fucked-up pattern and create a better future for all of us."

You nod, pressing a kiss to Jenna's forehead. "I believe in us, Jenna," you say softly.

"Let's go, Y/N." You nod again, rushing out of the room together, determined to leave the past behind and start fresh. You make it to your car, Luna in her carseat carrier, ready for the journey ahead. Jenna starts the engine, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Your fiance speeds out of Marde Linda, and you turn to see smoke billowing from the town behind you, along with the sounds of sirens blaring in the distance.

"Where are we going?" You mutter to Jenna. She glances at you, placing a hand on your lap.

"We're going anywhere but here," she replies, her voice steady. "...I was thinking London. I've always wanted to live in England." The thought of starting a new life in London fills you with excitement and hope, causing you to smile regardless of the circumstance you had just escaped from.

Together, you embark on a new chapter, ready to rewrite your story and create a better life for yourselves and Luna in England.

#tonyspank #jenna ortega x reader #reader insert #jenna ortega #wattpad #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #you netflix #joe goldberg #love quinn #love quinn x reader #jenna ortega smut #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega angst #jenna ortega fluff #she

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Bridgerton S3 episode 3 reaction

So this is my reaction to Episode 3 of Bridgerton Season 3. I am doing this slowly so I don't burn myself out and can digest each episode. So far I am loving the show and know it's just going to get more juicy, so here goes. Spoilers ahead but most of y'all have seen it already.

Wow, they're starting on a sexy dream and it's super hot! I knew Colin was hooked from last episode's kiss and he is! He is thinking about Penelope and the kiss, we're going to get a lot of lovesick Colin and I am here for it!

Ok, so now with the family we are getting awkward trying to deny it but failing miserably Colin which is hilarious! He's such a cinnamon roll he won't be able to hide this for too much longer. He may have slept with some ladies, but he is no true rake or hider of his feelings.

Awww, we're getting a bit Peneloise! Love them as besties, and so so hope this means there is going to be a thaw and a path back to friendship. I think I would be somewhat upset as Eloise due to Penelope's lies and continuing as Lady Whistledown even if it hurts people even herself. But I get Penelope too in that LW offers her money, power, and a voice. It has become a part of who she is and she enjoys it. Perhaps if LW were to be revealed or gotten rid of, the two will be friends again.

The ton is full of bitches, geez what was Pen's crime? Being a bit pathetic? She doesn't fit the mold due to size and being a wallflower and they are so mean to her about it. Granted LW just labeled her as pathetic as well and they take cues from LW, but this was happening even before LW said anything. I'm going to live for her becoming Mrs. Colin Bridgerton and having a rising star as an in your face to all the haters!

Ok, the willow scene is everything I wanted it to be! It's gorgeous and the awkward Pen and Colin! They are friends and want to make sure that the other is happy. Even in lust, Colin doesn't push his way into Penelope's life or arms again and listens to her. So cute!

Aw, I ship Colin and Penelope, but I really like Lord Debling. I think that to spice up the drama they couldn't have put someone uninteresting in that place, they had to make him a viable suitor for Penelope and it's working for me. He's adorable and charming, Not endgame obviously but good for you Penelope! Flirt away with handsome vegetarian man!

The pastry scene! I was spoiled by pictures of this and it lives up to the hype! The expression on his face! He is going to have so many nasty thoughts about this moment lol! Oho! I so get the he bought the pastry to see how Pen's mouth tasted at that moment memes started, yes yes!

Ooh man of action Colin! So hot! But then we have Lord Debling coming over and protecting her! Ooh, get it Penelope! What a day! To see Colin's rippling arms like that and then to be wrapped around Lord Debling's arms! And the care he's putting into making sure she's ok! He's definitely in the running now!

I like Lady Tilley Arnold. I think she's an interesting addition to the show, she seems like an intelligent, capable woman. She might not be Benedict's endgame, but I think she will offer a lot of interesting scenes and banter. I think she will play the perfect foil to Sophie if the writers stick to that storyline. I like Tilley and she's interesting, but a little too forward and sure of herself for Benedict. I think Benedict wants someone he can sweep off her feet and live a romance with.

Ok, I really like Lord Debling, so sue me. He is honest, charming and understanding. He doesn't want her to be someone just for him and seems to like Penelope for being herself. We're rooting for Polin, but I like the writers here for making Lord Debling attractive and a viable second choice.

Colin is so falling for Penelope and now Violet definitely knows that he feels something for Penelope. Mama ain't no fool! And Lady Whistledown here is doing amazing writing here. The whole episode was full of innovations, nature, and technology and now we get the whole thesis of the episode. In that all innovations are a distraction and our greatest battle is within ourselves.

Colin was on the precipice of something, but couldn't put it into words. Penelope felt something and even gave him a chance, but that time delay was starting to get awkward. She had to go with Lord Debling. I don't think she was being cruel here or making Colin suffer, there was no other option besides she likes Lord Debling too at this point. I also like "Happier than ever" playing, I like that song and it is Pen's f you people, I can get a man if I wanted to moment.

OK, so not as juicy an episode as ep 2 so far in that they are still in the will they won't they stage of things, but I think that's ok. For friends to lovers and these Bridgerton seasons, I think the slow burn is for the best before we get the sex all the time episodes. We got a lot of pining Colin in this episode and I loved it! He's so cute when he's all jealous and wondering what Penelope's doing.

Can't wait for the final episode, I know it's super juicy!

#bridgerton #colin bridgerton #colin x penelope #polin #penelope featherington

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Wille's Month - Revolution

or, (Dance Dance) Revolution

day 4! @youngroyals-events

post-s3. the gang celebrates. Wille gets his first glimpse at normal. rating: T (99% fluff, 1% light angst)

read below the cut or on ao3.

So, maybe they can’t just drive to another country straight after graduation. Linda is expecting Simon and Sara home at some point, and technically Wille is still the Crown Prince. Apparently, the fact that Kristina hadn’t sent the cavalry to chase him down didn’t actually mean he was totally off the hook just yet.

They don’t get very far, anyway. Wille – and apparently Simon, too – had been too upset to eat anything that day, so they stop at a diner for an early dinner. The server barely gives them a second glance as their little crew occupies a booth in the back. Wille slides in and only lets go of Simon’s hand for one second so he can wrap it around the other boy’s shoulder, instead. Sara and Felice are occupied with their own conversation, so the two boys tuck themselves into the corner, touching at every possible point that could still be deemed appropriate in public company, and smile at each other like idiots.

“Wille.”

“Simon.”

“I am so proud of you.”

Wille grins wider, pressing his nose into Simon’s curls and inhaling deeply. He has never felt so carefree, so happy.

“I love you.”

“I love you,” Simon mumbles back, pressing a kiss into the back of Wille’s hand, “but I am also hungry.”

Wille laughs and pulls a flimsy paper menu closer to them, leaning over Simon’s shoulder to browse. It all feels so normal, so perfect.

After the lake, he’d done everything to swallow the truth. To somehow come to terms with the fact that he may never see Simon again, never touch him again. He’d been grappling with that, the heartbreak of losing the love of his life again, and didn’t know how he was meant to move on. It was Simon though, the love of his life, who had made him brave enough to face the truth. Brave enough to speak to his mother with calm words, brave enough to step back from something he’d only held onto to please her, to honor Erik. He knew, because of Simon, that choosing himself, choosing his own life, was what mattered in the end. And he had.

And now he sat here, a first taste of a normal life, in a dirty booth with flimsy menus and underwhelming food and probably a few health code violations. It is perfect. It is everything Wille had been hoping for his whole life and now he got to share it with Simon, too.

He orders a big, greasy burger. He spills ketchup on his white shirt and does not care. He laughs wildly and kisses Simon’s cheek and does not care. For the first time, he is unconcerned about the stares, by the nagging voice in his mind, by his lack of table manners. It is perfect.

Felice and Sara both look so happy, too, and have not stopped talking to each other. Simon keeps staring back at Wille with a dumb grin, disbelief in his eyes. Wille can’t believe it either. The relief he sees reflected there, too, means everything. He knows it hadn’t been easy for Simon to end things. He saw, on the gravel road behind the idling car, that Simon loves him just as much, just as deeply. Like a normal couple, they share drinks and feed each other fries and are generally disgustingly in love for all to witness.

Somehow, they end up at a local arcade. Wille had been too distracted by Simon’s hand in his to notice much of the drive. The building is mostly empty, somehow, but machines ring out across the whole room in a symphony of color and sound. Wille has only ever been to one arcade; which was a crime, he thought, looking around the room. This, too, felt like a normal activity. Something you did with friends after school, a way to avoid your homework and nagging parents.

“Come on,” Simon says, pulling Wille’s arm toward a big black box with a curtain — a photobooth. They squeeze in next to each other, Simon half on Wille’s lap. In the first picture, they both smile wildly into the camera, baring all their teeth. In the second, Wille plants a big kiss on Simon’s cheek. In the third, things begin to devolve as Simon pulls Wille in for a real kiss, and by the fourth they are too distracted to notice the flash. Eventually, they stumble out, laughing and flushed.

Nothing but happy to follow, Wille lets Simon pull him around the arcade to a full lineup of games: air hockey, Mortal Kombat, skee-ball. Simon kicks his ass in every one, ever the competitor, and Wille doesn’t mind one bit.

Simon gasps. “Oh, Wille, we have to.”

He lets himself be pulled, again, to a very large machine in the back of the room.

“Dance Dance Revolution?”

“Yes! Get your ass up here. I want to see your moves, your Royal Highness.”

Wille rolls his eyes, but steps onto the platform, nonetheless. “You can’t call me that anymore.”

From where he’s squatted down to insert a few coins, Simon turns to look up at Wille. His smile looks almost sad, somehow. He stands back to his full height and wraps his arms around Wille’s neck.

“And thank god for that,” he smiles, pressing a quick peck to Wille’s lips. Wille hums and goes to pull Simon closer but is quickly pushed away. “Prince or not, I’m gonna destroy you.”

“I don't know about that. Some may say my dance moves are revolutionary. That’s what won you back at the Valentine Ball, isn’t it?”

“Sure, you keep tellin’ yourself that, baby.”

Wille lets Simon pick the song, something called ‘Right on Time’, and a fast beat begins pounding through the speakers as the machine counts them down. While Wille is taken aback by the sudden barrage of colors and arrows, Simon jumps right in and nails the first few steps perfectly.

Don't you know Don't you know I'd been waiting for you? Don't you know Baby, you just showed up Right on time

Wille swears and jerks into motion, stumbling to catch up. From beside him, Simon throws his head back and laughs wildly; the most beautiful sound Wille’s ever heard.

But you have made me Feel so good Just by pulling me closer to you I close my eyes in your arms The life is simple again with you

It’s so surreal, being here, dancing to a silly upbeat song when just hours ago he thought he was doomed to love Simon from a distance for the rest of his life. Beautiful Simon, who is here now, too, grinning wildly, curls bouncing, shouting teasing words at Wille for his bad coordination. In retaliation, Wille sticks out a hand and pinches at Simon’s side, trying to throw him off balance. Simon yelps and pushes back at Wille, accusing him of cheating. He just grins wildly and tries to keep up with the beat of the song; half watching the screen, half watching Simon, like he always is.

Can't you see Can't you see I'd been waiting for you? Can't you see Baby, you touched my heart Right on time

By the end, they’re both gasping for breath. Wille does not win the game, but he still feels on top of the world. He pulls his boyfriend into his arms, both sweaty and still breathing hard.

“You’re so talented,” he says, smiling into Simon’s curls.

Simon giggles and nips at Wille’s collarbone. “I can be your dance dance revolution.”

#look at them being boyfriends and in love!#i probably should've saved this for day 6 but here we are #this was the first thing i thought of and just had to #willemonth2024 #wmday4 #wilmon #yr drabbles #yr fic

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The thing about Hannibal's punishment of Mason is that Mason was delighted the entire time.

Hannibal could have done absolutely anything he wanted after murdering all of Mason's bodyguards and spiriting him back to Wolf Trap. One assumes that Hannibal doesn't carry his insane psychedelic mixture with him everywhere--the fact that he uses it on Mason implies that he had an opportunity to go to his office or his house. He could have disappeared Mason into his basement if he really wanted to. His plan is hardly discreet--even if he didn't want to kill Mason without Will, there's any number of fun surgical activities he could have got up to while Will was making his way back home.

He doesn't, though.

Mason has a great time being Hannibal Lecter's victim. "I am enchanted and....terrified," he says, but the terror doesn't truly seem to bother him. He says it playfully, and with laughter. His fear is only one aspect of his experience, and his enchantment is the thread that runs much closer to the surface.

The only complaint he offers the entire time, in fact, is "I'm hungry," and he seems more than content with Hannibal's proposed solution to that problem. (I suppose "a taste and consistency similar to that of chicken gizzard" might not be complementary--I wouldn't know; I don't carnivore.)

It's sweet, actually, and horrifyingly sad, the way he interacts with Will's dogs. "I just love your dogs," he says, and he genuinely seems to enjoy feeding them and petting them, but the story he tells about his own dogs is, well--

I adopted some dogs from the shelter once, two dogs that were friends. I had them in a cage together with no food and fresh water. One of them died hungry. The other had a warm meal.

The question, then: What was Hannibal getting out of this? He was more than willing to let Will kill Mason. He would have let Mason die happy--the happiest, maybe, that we ever see him. Hannibal's decision to paralyze him reads more like whimsy to me than like a continuation of his plan to bring Mason to Wolf Trap--I honestly think he expected Will to kill him. And he didn't suspect Will of being a double agent yet; leaving Mason alive is a much riskier choice than killing him and hiding the body. (And, in fact, it's a choice that ends up having consequences down the line.)

"I employ an ethical butcher," Hannibal says, in Coquilles. On the face of it, the statement is absurd, but through S2, between Gideon and Miriam and Mason and even James Gray, it starts to make sense. It seems much more important for Hannibal to be able to exert control over the subjective experiences of his victims than for those experiences to be painful, in particular. Even Gideon, fresh from his own amputation, seems to be mostly bothered by just the idea of eating himself.

I'm fiercely curious about all the murders we don't see, about Cassie Boyle and Jeremy Olmstead and Andrew Caldwell--and, and, and. It's hard to imagine that he managed to do everything he did humanely--but then again, in Naka-choko, he says, "Apart from humane considerations, it's more flavorful for animals to be stress-free prior to slaughter." --Implying that humane considerations is actually something he thinks about. If anyone could manage to cut someone's lungs out and keep them comfortable the entire time, I suppose it would be Hannibal.

The really interesting thing, for me, is the way all of this breaks down in Mizumoto and S3. Gutting Will wasn't about exerting a lofty control over Will's experiences--it was about making Will hurt in the way that Hannibal was hurt. Then, slitting Abigail's throat--and then, much later, bludgeoning Antony to death, slowly enough to allow him to allow him the faint hope of crawling towards the door.

Those are, to my memory, the times when we see Hannibal actively trying to cause pain (--and not in the middle of fighting for his life). The striking thing about them is of course that all of them are inexorably bound up in Will and his feelings about Will.

There's something perversely delightful to me in the idea that Will awakened a particular kind of cruelty in Hannibal, parallel to the kind of cruelty Hannibal awakened in Will. Every time Will imagines killing Hannibal, he imagines Hannibal calm and even pleased by what's happening to him. Will's brand of bloodlust goes outwards. He wants to rip Randall Tier's mechanical suit off his body and kill him with his hands--make him die afraid. He wants Clark Ingram to fight back before Will murders him.

Hannibal's sadism, on the other hand, seems to have a very specific target. "Did you think you could change me?" Hannibal asks, standing in the bloody wreck of his own kitchen, while Will gasps and hurts and struggles to hold his guts together. Well--didn't he?

#hannibal #hannibal meta #hannibal lecter #mason verger #tome-wan is one of those episodes that makes me want to gnaw on it #is it the drug trip #is this just something that the especially trippy episodes do to me #(i mean we all know what oeuf did to me)#should i be afraid (in my rewatch) of getting to that S3 episode where bedelia takes the entire medicine cabinet #....wait is that dolce #ohhhh god that's dolce isn't it #f u c k

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hey jaime, how are you??

i just come by to wish you a happy new year! (kinda late but it’s still january so it still counts 😌) i hope you have a great end of 2023 :))

also with a friend we were talking and we suddenly thought abt punzel!lucas/elu and we were wondering how these two lovebirds were doing and what would they be up to now, according to you 🤔👀 lowkey miss them now ngl sjdbdh (as well as the canon version of course)

can you believe this year is marking the five years of skam france s3, 5 YEARS OF ELU…

BTW HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW MAXEL CONTENT RECENTLY??? well literally all january we were being fed really well (individually and tgt) 😌 AND WE ALSO GOT MAXEL SELFIES IN BIG 2024 I VANT STOP SMILING THINKING ABT IT (sorry i’m freaking out again sjdbdh) their friendship is just so special and warms my heart sm every time it crosses my mind 💙

anyways i’ll stop my rant bc otherwise i could go on for hours 😭 wish you a wonderful evening/day and sending you lots of hugs and strength and luck 🫶🏻

Marieeeeee hiiiiiiiiii 😊❤️❤️❤️❤️!!! It was so nice to see a message from you! And a happy new year to you too!

I'm ok - I both can't believe it's gonna be the end of January and also can't believe it's still January 😂. Work has not stopped being insane since I took over this new position but I'm thankfully still loving it. And I'm especially loving living in a place where I am no longer dealing with -40 celcius through the winter 😅. I hope your holiday season and start of the new year has been going fabulously for you!

And 5 years? 5 YEARS?! How is that even possible omg 😭😭😭. That calls for a rewatch, I think. My babies 🥹. And the Maxel content yessss! I love you for linking posts thank you! One of my friends thankfully sends me things because I would end up missing them on social media otherwise. Honestly the joy their friendship brings me. 5 years and those boys are still tight. I love them so much. Also the fact that Rocco was looped into their little friend group and we have actual pics of Maxence with Rocco AND Axel? Truly... life has been good to us 😌😂.

And Punzel babies? Well, they're living their happy life together in their flat. Eliott definitely refers to Lucas as his husband even though - as Lucas insists - they're too young to get married. Eliott thinks that's nonsense because he's been waiting what amounts to their entire lives and obviously they're going to be together for life anyways. But for that same reason, he's not too fussed about it - official papers or not, they are married in his mind. They've definitely added to their little fam and have a cat in addition to their pup Pascale. The cat absolutely rules their home (as cats are known to do) and is the only one who can get Pascale to stop being mouthy (Huskies you know 😂). Lucas would definitely complain the cat doesn't like him and play up that they have some sort of nemesis relationship. Only Eliott has caught Lucas curled up asleep on the couch with the kitty on his chest wrapped up in his arms more than once. Eliott would be a little jealous about the fact that he's the one who dotes on the kitty but she still seems to be an utter suck for Lucas... only, he's the exact same way so he can't blame her 😌. Second to Lucas, her fave is Idriss. Because this cat has ✨taste✨. I'm trying to think what they would name their kitty... probably something Rapunzel adjacent because they're saps... but I don't have a name popping to mind just yet.

And of course there are the fun dynamics of their relationship that they will probably always be figuring out. Like Lucas realizing (and relishing) in the power he has over Eliott and the way he can make Eliott's brain short circuit in any variety of ways (like saying something incredibly explicit in the middle of much more innocent activities like cooking dinner). Then Eliott will remember he no longer holds his Punzel in the 'look but don't touch' category and things work out quite nicely for both of them 😌. Basically... they're living their best lives figuring out adulthood and now jobs together ❤️.

Sending you all the love and hugs back!

#sweetest people #Punzel fic

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my-mt-heart · 7 months

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Hi MT, I just need to say something that's bothering me for weeks.

Yes, Melissa is back, obviously. Yes, we'll probably all watch The Book Of Carol. Does that mean we aren't allowed to state our opinion anymore?

Lately, I see people hyping S2 including rumors, sightings and pics. Which is amazing of course but personally, I still have and probably will always have a bad taste in my mouth.

It's the Daryl show. It's been for 1 1/2 years. Since they announced Melissa is out and no matter how many times NR says, :she's always been involved", she wasn't.

The whole show revolves around him. Him leaving his home, getting lost, finding allies and a way back home. Even with a heavy Carol oriented second season, it's still the Daryl show. What about the subtitle for S3 or maybe S4? The main title will always be the same, Daryl Dixon.

I don't want to shit in anyone's oatmeal. It's great that people are happy and hyped for S2. I can't wait to see our beautiful Carol and Melissa again. BUT I was hyped for a Caryl SO. Look at all we get at the moment. Still no Melissa. Yes, she's been always invisible until a certain point but it's not her equal SO, it's still Daryls and will always be. In articles, interviews, they'll always refer to its name, Daryl Dixon.

If anyone is thinking it isn't intentional, I'm sorry to burst your bubble. It is, very obvious so. The SO can have 5 subtitles, it's still the Daryl Dixon show.

It doesn't matter if Melissa was pushed out or if she left on her own will (it's still making me mad but it's a different topic), as soon as she was on board they should've gone with Raise The Dead or another title.

They didn't, they won't, they will always disrespect Carol and Melissa, no matter if she chose to come back. It continues to be the Daryl Dixon Spin Off.

Everyone hyping Melissa’s return and hoping for good Caryl stories is right to do so. Some may not think so, but I’m still holding out hope (I wouldn’t have any at all if Melissa’s EP title didn’t carry any weight). That being said, everyone who’s pointing out the issues with the title, other story elements, or the things being said in interviews are right to do so too. I wish it boiled down to one’s own outlook, positivity or negativity, but it doesn’t (I hate that dichotomy). It’s not on any of the fans. Yes, there are those who cross boundaries, who harass and threaten, and that’s not okay. Criticism in general though? Not only is it okay, it’s the only chance there is to change things. You seem to think Melissa/Carol will never be treated equally. Personally, I think it is possible 🤷🏻‍♀️ AMC needs to understand what the target audience wants, they need to know their revenue depends on how well they deliver what the target audience wants, and they need to hire a showrunner with the authority and the insight into the target audience to actually deliver what they want. How can we help ensure that? Talking about it. You don’t like that Carol’s name is only a subtitle? Say so. Don’t like the shipbaiting? Caryl’s ambiguity? Retcons? The gaslighting in the media? Say so. Or, if you just want to focus on what you’re looking forward to, do that. That’s my long-winded way of saying, yes, you’re allowed to have an opinion and you’re allowed to voice it respectfully provided you also respect the opinions of others who disagree ❤️

(I don’t think I need to say this at this point, but for what it’s worth, I share all of your frustrations)

#caryl #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #caryl spinoff #darylneedscarol #carol x daryl #the book of carol #twd caryl

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fandomwriterlover · 2 years

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Hola, Como esta? :) que tal su vida?. 😂 Anyways here is an idea for a oneshot or headcanon whatever you feel comfortable. What if reader was a great warrior on past time with Wukong and the Gang, he falls in love with her but with the past of time, she would have to make her own journey, though reader did share feelings for wukong but she/he/or they never got to confess or tell their love for him. Now days with Mk and the gang the reincarnation of reader is with them and helping MK with his friends to help to defeat bone demon ( this is on s3). But now they get to have a chance and they don't waste the time in this new opportunity. Sorry if its long but hope you can make it real.

Ten un buen día.

Sun Wukong x Old Flame Reader

When the first ring were achieved you were summonded by DBK to return it. You showed up as the mighty warrior you were in the past, emanating an aura of intimicy and threat... Then you saw a familiar face. "Sun Wukong?!" "Heeeey~ Long time no see." The monkey answered ackwardly. Yep, you knew each other.

The gang wanted to find the three Rings of Samandhi to fight back the Lady Bone Demon, that's how they explained you and beg you to let them have the ring that stole from Demon Bull King. At surprise of everyone, you didn't only agree on the plan, you also wanted to join in!

"Wha-- Ah no no nonono. You don't have to!" "Oh yes yes yesyesyes, I WANT to." You replied at your old friend giving him your sly smile. "It's been long since you started a mess this big, I want to see how you fix it."

Sun Wukong couldn't change your mind... Not that he mind you being on his side again. He looked kinda happy about it...

Traveling with you has been like a breeze. The crew fonded with you, and even offer yourself to train MK while Monkey King it's in his meditations; your stories about when you joined temporaly the Monk Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong made MK and Mei to think on one thing:

"You and Y/N had a thing in the past?" His protegge words made him choke on his chips. "OMG! YOU WERE A COUPLE?!" This was great: Wukong had two teenager of his back, shipping him with you.

But it was clear as the day that when you are together, talking and laughing; even training together and interchanging puns... There is this softness on his eyes that appears when he is with you -- and only you. Centuries passed and you still can make him feel so good and content.

The power of the Lady Bone Demon it's reaching to your home town. The time was runnign out and you needed to reach in there to help your family and the people. Literaly the two teenager pushed the Monkey King to say something to you before leaving!

"Are you confident that, reforging the Samandhi Fire, would end the Lady Bone Demon threat?" "It's... a plan in progress. But it's the best trump card we had." You sighs, your old friend's plan isn't well planned. You bet he didn't even told the Dragon girl that SHE is the fourth ring.

"Listen, Y/N..." the monkey said... It was time to say goodbye. A goodbye that both didn't knew if they would meet again. You may had a taste of the Pills of Inmortality, but you weren't as inmortal as him. You knew that look on his face... Trying to put a strong face, but he is lost of words. You came closer, holding his hand and placing foreheads together.

"When this is over... Let's have a proper talk the two of us." He sighed a chuckle as he enjoyed your touch. "Let's. How about at my place?" You giggled seperating of him, looking as his eyes. "It's a date."

You both could feel the gang fangirling and sobbing over this scene. "Yeah-- We are not going to invite them for sure." He said annoyed.

Departing was bittersweet and painfull. You both hoped that the menace of LBD would end soon, to finally being alone to talk... And confess feelings and you had concealed for centuries.

#lmk x reader #lego monkie kid #lmk #sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #mei #lmk mei #lady bone demon #mk #lmk mk #monkie kid

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mskatesharma · 2 years

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Simone's LA Times podcast left me so ambivalent...She was delightful per usual and I'm glad she has some TBA projects so I can support her work elsewhere. But I think I'm finally over the show....

TVWLM is the only Bridgerton book I like, so I was happy to peace out from the fandom after S2. But S2 left me so dissatisfied and Simone and JB have made it seem like they'll have a decent story in S3, so I was gonna stick around. But Simone's reveal that they had written a backstory and flashbacks for Kate—but ultimately scraped it—has just left such a sour taste (compounded by everything else) and IDK that I can't reconcile it anymore. Like do I still want to follow this show?

They've got no problem giving all the white women characters their due (Eloise, Daphne, Penelope, Violet), but Kate, her family, and Lady Danbury have been horrendously written. There's no reason to be optimistic they'll try to course correct next season. Obviously Simone & JB have some idea of what their storyline is (seems she's been permitted to hint about a baby), and it sounds promising when they sell it, but I doubt it'll actually be that substantive/thoughtful...They didn't care to do right by Kate & Kanthony their own season, and now they've got a new central romance plus a million subplots to contend with S3.

Just feeling very disillusioned about a show I once really enjoyed despite its many issues.

I LOVED the LA Times interview, the questions were really good, and they actually asked about stuff other than representation. I also feel like Simone felt comfortable, especially seeing as she offered to tattoo the interviewer lol. I’m so excited to hear about what she has coming up, and I hope there’s an announcement soon because news about Bridgerton is just depressing as shit.

Anon, I am so tired of the shit that we continue to find out after the release of season two. Like it’s no secret that I have my issues with how shit the writing was for season two, but this latest thing is just...yeah. Part of me wonders if the way Simone (and Jonny) continue to bring stuff up is their way of trying to get it included next season? Like trying to force the show’s hand? (Also, I did start answering this ask yesterday but got annoyingly angry and depressed while answering so I had to leave it lol, sorry)

I am so fucking annoyed. And you’re absolutely right, it does leave such a bad taste in the mouth.

And you know what I find quite insidious about the whole thing? Is that they had these flashbacks included in the sides that Simone auditioned with, giving the impression of a somewhat thorough exploration of Kate's background and cause of her trauma and grief, as well as making it seem that Kate's background (including being Indian) and life in India was going to be given consideration, only for them to scrap the scenes entirely once Simone was cast. I honestly find it somewhat disgusting, and to be honest, it makes me feel sick. It’s like they enticed her with those scenes, and the promise of that kind of thoughtful focus, only to get rid of them once she was cast. Those scenes were bait.

And look, I know just because these sides and scenes were used for audtion purposes, doesn’t mean they were always going to be included in the show, but that makes it even worse? I didn't necessarily want flashbacks of Kate's time in India because I didn't trust the show to handle such scenes sensitively enough, but the fact that these scenes were written in the first place and then scrapped, ENRAGES me. It makes me feel violent. They wrote and included this stuff because they knew it was important for Kate's character, to understand her as a character and her motivations, and I don’t understand why it wasn’t included. So we could watch Jack and Portia have the same conversation over and over again? So we could watch any of the other sideplots go nowhere for far too long? WHY DID THEY TREAT KATE’S GRIEF AND TRAUMA AS THOUGH IT WAS MEANINGLESS AND THAT IT DIDN’T MATTER???

The WOC on this show are so poorly served, and I fucking hate it. I think maybe they’re saving Lady Danbury’s backstory for the Queen Charlotte spinoff, but, that’s still shit because not everyone who watches Bridgerton is going to watch the spinoff. Plus, if they keep the main elements from RMB, then Lady Danbury is involved in Polin’s story as well? And it’s gross, because her sole purpose in life is not to be the Bridgertons’ romantic fairy godmother?? Like fuck off with this shit. It’s offensive. I really thought they would expand on Kate and Lady Danbury’s relationship, and have Lady Danbury confide in Kate about her life and why she gave Kate the advice she did after the non-wedding...but they didn’t. And then you have how they treated Kate in HER SEASON. It honestly felt like she was a side character in her own season at times and I just...FUCK.

Like, my expectations for season three regarding Kanthony were already rock bottom, and with everything new that comes out, my expectations just get lower. It’s depressing, and I just...it gets more and more obvious that this show doesn’t actually care about ‘diversity’; for them it doesn’t actually have to be substantive, it’s just icing that they can sprinkle on the top and then ask for the plaudits for their superficial diversity. And it pisses me off that their superficiality gets hardly any traction or criticism.

#ask #anon #bridgerton #kate sharma #kathony #kanthony #anthony x kate #kate x anthony #the viscount who loved me #i hate how annoyed this show makes me #lol do you ever just randomly remember that there are people in the fandom who think the lack of focus on kate’s grief and trauma #isn’t actually that much of a big deal and that it wasn’t important in the first place? 😂😂😂😂#what a stupid stance to have jfc

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ur thoughts on.new episode owl house like s3. and how fheh handled hunter i need to know

i ughm so like. i generally liked ttt i thought it was cute and cool and all that jazz.

it is such a shame that the crew had to mush everything together due to the cancellation, and i think some of the corners that were cut are pretty obvious (the whole human realm montage, amity n willow patching things up, ETC). i think the crew did a great job with everything, but it sucks to watch at certain points because you Knoww this could be AND WOULD HAVE BEEN better. umm but hunter specifically so. i am aware that theres still two episodes to go and that him getting posessed/fj dying will most likely be important pieces but. man. Man it just Sucks. its so like sad to watch hunter be, for the first time, genuinely happy in the human realm and with luz's family, and then he gets traumatized once again. people who arent me have talked about this way better, but i'll summarize it by saying it left a soouurr taste in my mouth. also, when the s3 poster first came out i was kinda iffy on hunter's haircut. then it grew on me, especially during the episode. and umm now i feel like his mullet thing is way too cool for him. but its still a cool design.

also me being an actual hater: idk why they're still pushing huntlw. i've expressed my dislike of the ship before but with how rushed everything needs to be in these last few eps making them canon wouldntt.... work very well imo. or at least it wouldn't be a very satisfying conclusion to me. unless they pull an amphibiland and timeskip 10 years or something. maybe i'm purposefully ignoring all of their deep implied feelings or whatever, but i just feel like they haven't had a good chance to really develop all that much. i'm still holding out hope for the willow rejects hunter plotline, because she still hasn't blushed guys!!!! guys this could be a great lesson for kids about how sometimes crushes dont work out and how that#s totally okay!!!!! guys, guys listen to me!!!! (<- thgey are denying the inevitable)

#asks

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variousqueerthings · 2 years

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I got so caught up in finishing the show that I put a hold on talking about my rewatch, and tbh my mind is still going brrrrrr and not feeling very up to words, but wanna power through on writing something: so here is season 2

here was season 1

I actually am already just finished with season 4 and so it’s half a second since I watched these episodes, but I believe overall the tone is pretty consistent with season 1, while opening up some of the places, people, and things that will remain/continue on their trajectory throughout the story

this season has some of my overall favourite episodes (and even more so once those episodes act in tandem with later storylines) and also had the first episode that I remembered really not liking on my first watch (Operation Noselift) as well as a couple that I on this second watch feel touched on some things that were done better in later episodes (like The Chosen People)

it opened up the Officer’s Mess Tent and gave us Sid! (and for the Karate Kid fans, our good friend Pat Morita). Colonel Flagg was there, twice! (although I believe in his first episode he’s not known as Flagg and he was mildly less unhinged)

“radar’s report,” for the first more complicated Trapper episode imo, which then leads to Tapper in kim and in for want of a boot and mail call, in which I sit and go... hmmmmmm I wish to peek inside your brain, you large man

also “radar’s report” is interesting for all those aromantic-Hawkeye fans, I’m really hoping I can stay consistent in documenting some of those moments as the show goes on, and hopefully save them somewhere I can find them again!

and of course, if bananas crackers and nuts + sometimes you hear the bullet weren’t enough to give you a hint of Hawkeye’s issues as they continue throughout the show, we have the incredible dr pierce and mr hyde to warn us that this doesn’t have a happy end, because it’s about war!

and for Margaret, “hot lips and empty arms” and “carry on hawkeye” give us the first real tastes of what respect and friendship will look like as the show goes on (and now I’m thinking of how she and Hawkeye say goodbye in the finale and I have strong emotions about the finale again wooo)

the portrayal of the army continued to be as expected, with “for the good of the outfit,” and “the incubator” showing how things were getting done despite of, and not because of and that the army in fact was the cause of a great deal of the violence in the first place

last (but not least, although contentwise, not a lot) appreciated a bit of Ginger getting to do things, I believe the last time before she slowly fades to the background and then disappears entirely after s3

Shower scenes: 5 (up from 3 in s1) (divided we stand (although fully clothed), five o’clock charlie, deal me out, operation noselift, george) -- notable for a shower-scene in which Trapper heads into the shower and casually talks to a nurse for a quick second, versus the jokes that age less well of “spying on nurses showering” or finding a reason for them to run out in tiny towels

Most shocking thing that never comes up again: I feel like if I thought about it, I could come up with something better, but trapper really was going to adopt a kid there for a second, his wife agreed and everything! and then when radar was like “actually there are orphans you could adopt,” he’s like “nah” and it fades to black... I know it’s also because trapper doesn’t get to revisit fucked up shit 6 seasons on, but I’m like... does he ever think about where kim is now?

Favourite 3 episodes: why do I do this? I’m not going to do it, I’m just going to say “for the good of the outfit,” “dr pierce and mr hyde,” “carry on hawkeye,” “hot lips and empty arms,” and “george”

Singing: I cannot confirm that I remembered to document them all, but I have listed “I’ve got you under my skin” (george), “making whoopee” (dear dad... three), “I’ll be home for christmas” (dr pierce and mr hyde), “wenn das führer says we ist the master race” (dir pierce and mr hyde)

Kind of insane about this: this is the season that includes george and I did a whole own series of posts about that -- it’s also the season of “are you one?” “yes are you?” and “your knees are driving me wild” and “that’s a very interesting joke, sam,” and the whole of for want of a boot and both of carry on hawkeye and hot lips and empty arms giving me the early days margaret content I craved and also:

#MASH season 2 #im rewatching MASH #hawkeye pierce #trapper mcintyre #max klinger #margaret houlihan #lists of shower scenes and singing #i feel like for s3 I'll do a best-off henry blake too ❤

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wikiangela · 1 year

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time for Lone star 4x01!

spoilers under the cut!

(some episode thoughts that got too long lmao)

aww I missed them so much

I agree with Paul, olives do ruin everything (like, fr, every single time there are olives I try one as if suddenly they tasted better, and every single time I wanna throw up lmao)

they're looking for wedding venues aaa I can't wait haha

not to be that bitch, but... oh my god Rob Lowe looks so good, the hair looks fantastic (like oh my god his hair 😍), and on a motorcycle?? wow, Owen has never been so hot 🥵

loving Carlos hanging out with his mama, and tbh this season all I want is to learn more about Carlos and his life outside of TK and the 126 (like, I've been wondering since at least s2 - does he have any friends outside of the 126, or Michelle in s1? like, does he hang out with his work colleagues, anyone else? what did he do before everyone moved there, aside from hanging with Michelle?? 😂 give me something 😂)

and here's Carlos!! the man I've been dying to see a whole 6 minutes since the episode started lol they could give him every single second of screen time and I'd be loving it tbh

tell TK what?? I'm so nervous lol but it can't be that bad if Andrea knows and isn't freaking out right? 😂

GRACE!!!! 😍 😍 😍 I got so excited when I saw her I heard and saw her I had to pause lmao - I missed her so much 😍

raining frogs... what the fuck is happening 😂

what in the apocalypse is this episode 😂

Carlos being married to Iris... I guess it might be an interesting storyline? not sure I like it though, and it doesn't make much sense in the context of s1, at least as far as I can remember 😂 (it kinda feels like they wanted drama for the sake of drama but weren't sure what to do with tarlos bc they can't break them up again, so they were like, fuck it, it doesn't have to make any sense) but whatever, let's look past this 😂

the frog in the throat is making me so uncomfortable I can't 😩🤢

well, I guess I'm happy that TK isn't mad or anything 😂 still, this came out of nowhere and it kinda doesn't fit to what we know - then again, we don't know much about Carlos🤷🏻‍♀️

that dude in the porta potty had some serious bad luck lmao on top of everything to land squarely in the tank of water lol

pls tell me that this season continues s3's Owen being just hilarious 😂 because I really enjoyed him last season, and I can't stop laughing at him now 😂 (also, he just looks so good? I'm sure it's the hair, something's changed idk 😂)

Carlos in that shirt with the necklace hanging out - oh my good he looks hot 🥵 that color looks so good on him fr 🥵🥵🔥

am i sensing something brewing between Tommy and Amenadiel from Lucifer? 👀😂 does that mean he's gonna stay? I kinda figured he wouldn't be a one off character when I recognized him tbh 😂

Iris looks so familiar and I'm not sure if I've seen this actress before or if she just looks similar to someone

not sure how I feel about her character yet, imma need more time to get to know her

what the fuck has Owen gotten himself into 😂 jfc that was..... lmao

so Catherine's gone? 😭 nooo, I love Amy Acker, I hoped she'd be back 😭

FBI?? now that's interesting - and where do I know this chick from??

sooooo, was that 1 tarlos scene supposed to be the "new fan favorite" like Ronen said? I'm kinda underwhelmed ngl😂

It was a great first episode, the calls really were something, and the personal drama is delicious though also confusing, I'm still not sure if I like the whole Iris storyline (not bc of tarlos, obvi, just in general it doesn't seem.... good? idk, maybe they hyped up the secret too much or smth but it's kinda meh - I've been waiting for more Carlos and his backstory since s1 so I'm kinda disappointed rn) can't wait for the wedding tho!

I hope Tommy will actually find love and happiness, and I wonder how this whole pastor thing will unfold

the most intriguing thing is probably Owen's thing right now and so far I'm not even mad 😂

well, those are my thoughts as I was watching, can't wait for the next one!

#911 lone star #911 ls #911 lone star spoilers #911 ls spoilers #911 ls season 4 #911 ls 4x01 #thoughts while watching #bucky barnes #long post

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wheresarizona · 2 years

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Learning to Live Part 2

summary: Javi takes you on a second date.

rating: M (18+ Soft!Javier Peña, no y/n, dual pov, feelings, making out, suggestive language, ass grab, teasing Javi.)

pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader

word count: 5600+

A/N: Hi there! I was blown away by the response to part one! Thank you all SO MUCH. I’m having to split this chapter into 2 parts because it is long. It’s the second date, and we see Javi’s POV. Keep in mind this is post-Colombia and post-S3 Narcos. Javi is tired and lonely, and trying to figure out what to do with himself. There are a lot of feelings. This is as always dedicated to my love, @juletheghoul and thank you to my amazing beta @invisibleismyname.

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A smile had been permanently etched on your face since you’d woken up, your mind replaying the events of the day before, over and over again—the grocery store, the bar, the truck—you’d practically floated through your day, feeling so giddy as you thought about him, as you thought about Javi. Charming, sweet, hot, Javier Peña.

You genuinely liked him. A lot, and how couldn’t you? He was lovely, easy to talk to, and seemed to genuinely like you too, which made your heart flutter at the thought. You hadn’t felt this way about someone in so long, and you were a bit surprised by how quickly this man had wormed his way into your heart. It scared you a little, but the excitement overpowered that feeling. You’d spent hours getting to know him, learning about him, and as each new piece of information was revealed to you, you found yourself falling harder and harder.

You had it bad—you were hooked after only one date, and you hadn’t even slept with him… yet. You’d had a taste of what he could do, though. The memory of his fingers had you feeling hot, and his mouth, the way he kissed, you wanted more of it. You knew he wanted to take things slow—the fingering and hand job aside—and you’d happily oblige. You could wait; you knew without a doubt it would all be worth it.

Javi was a good man, with a good heart, who had been through so much over his years. He more than deserved to experience some happiness in his life and a chance to find love—and after only one date you wanted the opportunity to give him those things.

Your phone rang at a quarter to one, as you were in the process of washing dishes. You quickly wiped your wet hands off on a nearby towel and made your way to the phone hanging on the kitchen wall, quickly picking it off the receiver with a “Hello?” There weren’t too many people who would be calling you, especially at this time of day, and you couldn’t help but hope at who was on the other end, your heart picking up in beat.

“Hey,” you recognized the smooth baritone right away, your mouth tipping up in a smile. “It’s me. Javi? From last night?”

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips.

“You really think I’d forget about you, Javi?” You teased.

He chuckled.

“Wasn’t sure if I made a big enough impression.”

“Oh, you absolutely did. As a matter of fact, I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you admitted, twisting the phone cord around your finger.

“Yeah? What were you thinking about?” He asked, and you could hear him smiling.

“Our date and how great it was—how great you are.”

“You really think I’m great?” He asked, sounding a little surprised.

Your heart clenched at his tone; it was like he couldn’t believe that you’d think that. This wasn’t the first time he’d been surprised by your interest in him, and it made you wonder why he didn’t seem to think that he was worthy of your time. Was it something from his past? Whatever it was, you’d do your best to make him understand how much you liked him.

“I more than think, I know. I honestly can’t believe you’re single; you’re a catch.” You said truthfully.

“I don’t think I'm much of a catch. Now you on the other hand, I’m lucky you wanted to go out with someone like me.”

“Someone like you, Javi?” Your eyebrow raised as you spoke. “Sweet, caring, hardworking, hot, sexy? That sounds like someone I’d definitely want to go out with.”

“Yeah? You really think all of that about me?”

“I do.” You nodded to yourself. “I really do, and I also really like you,” you admitted.

“I really like you, too. Fuck, I can’t wait to see you again. Can I pick you up at seven?”

You couldn’t help but smile brightly. “Seven works. I’m excited to see you.” You bit your lip.

“This is going a lot better than I planned,” Javi mused.

“Did you rehearse what you were going to say before you called?” You asked with a twinge of amusement in your voice.

“The beginning, yeah, and seeing when I could pick you up. But I wasn’t expecting the rest.” He paused for a split second. “I like that about you. You surprise me and make it easy to just… talk.”

Your heart felt like it was going to burst in your chest at the way you could hear him smiling on the other end of the line.

“Well Javi, I’m a good listener, and happy that you don’t mind me keeping you on your toes.”

He chuckled, and a wave of warmth came over your body. You loved the sound of it.

“That you do, Cielito.” You heard a man’s voice in the background on Javi’s end calling his name and the sound of the receiver being covered, making out a muffled “I’m on the phone, Pops!” He came back over the phone clearly, a deep sigh escaping his mouth. “Sorry about that. I, uh, have to get back to work.” You could hear the frown in his tone. “My lunch is over.” He sighed again. “Dad’s sometimes on my ass harder than the fucking US government was. At least with the DEA, I could make calls uninterrupted.”

“I’m sorry you wasted your lunch talking to me. I’ll see you at seven?”

“Cielito, talking to you has been the highlight of my day. Never a waste of time. I’d rather talk to you than eat, any day.”

You had to do your best not to melt at the sweetness in his voice. “I think I’d prefer that you eat something. You need your energy, and I don’t want you going hungry.”

You heard Javi’s name called again in the background, and Javi replying in a string of Spanish that was so quick you couldn’t make out the words, before he returned to the receiver. “I promise I’ll eat something before I head back out, and I’ll see you at seven. I really gotta go.”

“It’s okay, Javi. I’ll see you soon. Bye.”

“Bye, Cielito.”

He sighed as he hung up the phone, running a hand through his already unruly hair, before heading to the fridge to pull out ingredients for a sandwich.

Javier wished they could’ve spoken longer, loving the sound of her voice, and the way a rush of calm washed over him as she coaxed him into conversation so easily. He liked that about her, the way she relaxed him, the walls he kept up crumbling with only her soft words and encouragement. He liked her. A lot. His Cielito. The moment she’d approached him in the produce department, he was interested, and the interest only grew as the night went on, to the point that his first waking thought was when he could talk to her again, when he could see her again. He didn’t want to seem too eager and told himself that calling on lunch would be reasonable. In the hours leading up to the phone call, his mind had been plagued with every doubt and worry it could think of, dredging up the memories of his past and failed relationship, making him wonder if he was even worth her time. Why would anyone want to be with him? A man nearing forty, who hadn’t been in a relationship since he left a woman at the altar, and slept around so much he gained a reputation. He wasn’t ideal. He was damaged goods, and he worried that he wasn’t good enough.

“How great you are,” Cielito had said so casually, and he could barely believe her following words—her insistence that he was worth dating, and he shouldn’t have been surprised when all of the doubts and worries dissipated like fog in daylight, her burning brightness evaporating his fears.

She made him feel worthy, and good, things he had a hard time believing, and she was burrowing her way into his heart, which scared him, but also excited him. The thought of seeing her again made his heart pick up in beat, and his mouth turned up with the ghost of a smile. Remembering Cielito’s lips against his, the sounds she’d made with his fingers on her, and the way her hand felt on him, made his pants get tight, need stirring in his belly over wanting to touch her again, to kiss her again.

He wanted to do things differently with her—there was something between them that he didn’t want to fuck up because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. He wanted to show her that he liked her for her, not just because he wanted to get between the sheets with her. He’d date her properly and let her get to know him before they jumped into bed together. It would be a test of his restraint, but he was determined. Cielito had him feeling a way he’d never felt before, and he didn’t want to ruin it.

He couldn’t help but smile as he bit into his sandwich, their phone conversation replaying in his mind, warmth radiating in his chest.

Seven couldn’t come soon enough.

You spent the hours before your date cleaning your apartment and unpacking the few remaining boxes you’d had stacked in your living room, remnants from your move the week prior that you hadn’t had the chance to get to. Your place felt more like home as you placed the chunky knit blanket on the back of the couch and hung the few pieces of art you had—seascape paintings that always made you think of childhood trips to the beach; happy times playing in the salty waters of the ocean and burying your toes in the hot sand. That was another reason you were happy to move to Laredo—It was closer to the gulf, making a day trip to the beach seem more reasonable. You couldn’t help thinking about doing something like that with Javi, your brain conjuring images of him in swim shorts, so much golden skin on display, his aviators on his face as you lounged together, drinking beers, and talking, with the crashing waves in the distance.

The thought made you even more excited for the evening.

At six, you started getting ready, taking a shower, doing your hair and makeup, putting on a floral-printed sundress you hoped he’d like. You made sure to spray on your favorite perfume, ready to leave fifteen minutes before the hour. Your heart was in your throat as you flitted around your home, tidying things that had already been tidied, to keep yourself busy and the nerves at bay. You jolted at the sound of knocking on your front door, and then there was the excitement welling up in your chest as you made your way towards the noise, smoothing out invisible wrinkles on your dress, taking a deep breath as you unlocked the deadbolt. A smile was already on your face, but it brightened when you opened the door to find Javier standing there with a small bouquet of sunflowers in his hands.

His eyes were on yours, lips tipped up in a small smile. His hair was combed neatly, he was wearing a deep red button-up under his leather jacket, and a pair of what you were now realizing were his signature tight jeans—this evening’s a darker wash.

“Hi,” he said and just hearing his voice had excitement pooling in your belly.

“Hi,” you replied, almost breathlessly.

You both stared at each other for a second, drinking in one another, before Javi was clearing his throat, looking away. “These are for you,” he said, holding the flowers out for you to grab.

“They’re gorgeous,” you said, taking them. “I have to say, you’re really excelling at this dating thing.”

He gave you a sheepish smile, one of his hands resting on his hip. “My old partner would always pick up a bouquet of fresh flowers for his wife before their dates, and they’ve been together forever—Thought he might be onto something.” He leaned forward slightly. “Don’t tell him I said that, though,” he said conspiratorially, ending the sentence with a wink.

You laughed. “Your secret is safe with me.” You opened the door wide, moving to the side. “Come inside while I put these in some water.”

He nodded, walking past you into the apartment. You closed the door, turning around to face him.

“You look beautiful,” Javi said, his eyes moving up and down the length of your body.

You smiled. “Wanted to look nice for this hot guy I’m seeing,” you replied with a wink.

Javi chuckled, and the sound made your body tingle.

“I’m jealous of whoever this guy is.” His eyes were on yours.

“You should be. He’s really great. Handsome, hardworking, very sweet, and.” You had the sweetest smile on your face. “I have it on good authority that he’s got a big dick. A dick that needs to be sucked.”

He choked on his spit, coughing suddenly, covering his mouth with a hand.

It took him a moment to recover, eyes a little wide and watery, his voice a little rough as he spoke.

“Are you talking about me?” He asked.

“Yes, Javi. Of course, I’m talking about you.”

“You’re perfect,” he whispered in awe.

You couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up your throat.

“I’m just speaking the truth. Now follow me so I can get these taken care of, and we can go.”

“Lead the way.”

You walked further into the apartment, Javi following until you were in the kitchen. You went towards the sink, and Javi took up residence in the doorway, leaning against it, his arms crossed over his chest.

You set the flowers on the counter as you opened the cabinet under your sink, pulling out a small vase. “You know,” you started, turning your head to look at him, noticing a soft look on his face, contentedly watching you work. “I actually just unpacked the box that had this—” you held up the clear glass container, “today. You have wonderful timing.” You turned back towards the sink. “I was thinking of picking up flowers at the farmer’s market on Saturday.” You busied yourself, filling it with water, then opening a drawer to grab some scissors. “There’s something about flowers,” you mused, trimming the stems with practiced ease. “They bring a sense of life to the place and just make me feel happy, you know?” You glanced over at him again.

“That makes sense,” he replied with a nod. “I’m happy you like them.”

“I really do.”

You took a minute to arrange the sunflowers in the vase, moving them all about until you were happy with how they looked. You turned around, presenting the final arrangement to Javi.

“I think they’re perfect,” you said.

Javi’s gaze was solely on you as he spoke softly. “Yeah, they are.”

You moved to the small two-person table situated under a window on the opposite end of the kitchen, where you ate your meals, setting the flowers in the center so they’d be one of the first things you saw in the morning as you ate breakfast. You let out a soft sigh, before turning around to face Javi.

The moment your eyes met, you felt the same pull that had the both of you clamoring towards each other the night before in the truck—and just like then, suddenly you both were moving at the same time, quickly closing the short distance, Javier’s hands moving to gently cradle your face as his lips descended on your own in a searing, toe-curling kiss. You moaned into it, Javi taking the opportunity to lick into your mouth as your hands tangled in the thick strands of his hair, trying to pull him closer to you.

You’d never experienced this kind of kissing with anyone else in your entire life; the unbridled passion and electricity that flowed between the two of you like a livewire. It was addicting, and you loved every second of it, getting lost in the sensations of his big hands on your face, his mouth fused to yours, your heartbeat throbbing between your legs, arousal dripping from your core.

The kisses slowly became less urgent, his hands moving to your back to keep you against him, as his mouth trailed along your jaw as you both caught your breath.

“Wanted to kiss you the moment you opened the door,” he murmured against your skin.

You tugged on his hair to bring his head back up so you could kiss him again, pulling his plush lower lip lightly between your teeth, making him groan, and dig his fingers into your hips.

“Knew you’d like that,” you said, before he kissed the breath right out of your lungs.

If the two of you kept up like this, you wouldn’t make it to dinner, and Javi must have come to the same conclusion, as he placed one last kiss against your lips before resting his forehead against yours.

“This is why I couldn’t come in last night,” he whispered, eyes closed as the two of you shared air.

You huffed out a breath.

“I wouldn’t have complained.”

He chuckled. “I know.” His mouth moved to kiss your forehead, before leaning back so he could look you in the eyes, his hands resting on your hips. “You test my self-control, especially in these dresses,” he said, tilting his chin down as he looked at your body, his eyes burning with desire.

You smiled, leaning up on your toes to kiss him quickly.

“They’re doing their job then.”

He gave you a crooked grin.

“Torturing me?” He asked, with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, yeah. A reminder of just how easy it is to slip your hand up under it.” He groaned, head falling back, fingers squeezing your sides. “Easy access, if you wanted.”

He looked at you, face looking slightly pained. “We’re going to dinner,” he said, more to himself than you. “We’re going to dinner, and I’m not bending you over the couch and fucking you in this pretty dress.”

Your body got hot from his words, a moan slipping out. “God, Javi, don’t tease me. We can—” You trailed off as his hands cupped your cheeks.

“Dinner,” he said firmly. “Dinner and hopefully a third date.”

“A third date sounds great! Now, what you said about the couch because—”

“What I said I wouldn’t do.” His thumb rubbed along your bottom lip. “Our first time won’t be against the couch. I’m spreading you out on a bed, eating your pussy until you tell me to stop, and fucking you until you can’t walk. I’m going to take my time—worship you like you deserve.”

Your eyes had widened, a gasp escaping your mouth.

“You’ve put a lot of thought into this,” you said.

He nodded. “I have. Can’t get it out of my head. Can’t get you out of my head.”

“And you’re set on our dinner plans?”

“I am.”

You realized something. “You’re going to make me wait until the third date.”

He had the audacity to look amused. “That’s the plan.”

“You’re really going by the third date rule?” Your eyes softened. “You know I won’t think less of you if we have sex before then. I like you,” you reassured, rubbing your hands along his arms, feeling the soft leather under your palms.

Javi sighed, looking away, his hands falling to hold your hips. “I know.” Your gazes met again, his eyebrows furrowed. “I haven’t dated in a long time. A very long time. Nothing past a first date that usually ended in sex. I’m tired of only knowing someone’s first name and how they like to be fucked.”

“So, you want to go on a few dates and actually get to know me?”

He ducked his head. “Yes, I do.”

“That’s very sweet. We can wait.” You leaned up, kissing the side of his mouth. His hands moved, pulling you into him as he turned his head for your lips to meet, kissing you hard.

“Thank you,” he murmured against your mouth, his right hand moving lower to grab a handful of your ass, making you squeak, and him chuckle.

Your eyes narrowed as you leaned back to look at him.

“Keep that up, mister….”

He had a cheeky smile on his face, dimple showing. “Payback for the dress.” He gave you another quick kiss.

You let out a breath. “Fine. Now, what are we having for dinner?”

When Cielito had agreed to go to dinner with him, he knew exactly where he wanted to take her. From their hours of talking, he knew she wouldn’t be impressed by the subpar food at the overpriced steakhouse in town, or the chain faux-fancy Italian place. He wanted her to actually enjoy her meal, and that’s why he’d decided to take her to one of his favorite places in Laredo—El Mercadito. A little hole-in-the-wall, family-owned restaurant that had the best tacos in town, and had been around for as long as he could remember.

As soon as they were on their way in his truck, he had one hand on the steering wheel, and the other on her thigh, feeling the soft fabric of her dress, and the warmth of her skin just underneath the thin material. He could smell her perfume, the scent more intoxicating than any top-shelf whiskey he’d ever had, making him want to nuzzle his nose against her neck, breathe it in, and bask in the way it made his body radiate with heat and soothed his soul.

He chanced a glance at her, moving his eyes from the road quickly, to see her upper body turned towards him, eyes on his, a smirk on her pretty face. His eyes dropped down, widening when he noticed she’d undone a button on her dress, giving him a peek of the black lace underneath.

He gulped, eyebrow raising as he looked towards the road again, then quickly back at her, squeezing her thigh.

“Torturing me,” he grumbled under his breath.

She laughed.

“Just trying to impress my hot date,” she said, and he could see out of the corner of his eye her running a finger down the skin of her chest to between her breasts.

“Teasing me, more like it.”

He didn’t dare look at her, choosing to instead move the hand on her thigh to pull her dress up a little, slipping his hand underneath to grab the bare skin. She gasped at the contact, making him smile.

He looked at her.

“Two can play this game,” he said, thumb rubbing circles against her soft flesh.

She gave him a look, eyes showing clear desire and want, making his cock stir, and throat go dry.

“You’ve already won.” Her voice dropped into a sultry tone. “And you can have your prize whenever you want.”

“Fuck,” he groaned. The blood rushing to his groin. If he sped a little, that was between him and God, they needed to get to the restaurant before he did something stupid, like pull off on a side street and give in to the temptation. “A fucking siren,” he said.

She laughed, placing her hand on top of his.

The only parking spot was a little down the street from where they were going. Javi quickly pulled in and cut the engine.

He was frowning, realizing he was in a predicament with how he was straining in his jeans.

“Ready?” She asked, looking at him.

He gulped, trying to clear his head.

“I need a minute,” he rasped.

There was a pause.

“Oh. Oh. Do you—“

“No.” It came out a bit more curt than he meant. He cleared his throat. “No, just let me clear my head, and I’ll be good.” He closed his eyes, trying to think bland thoughts while flexing the muscles in his thighs to try and get the blood redistributed.

“Okay,” she replied with a smile in her voice.

It took less than a minute of trying to remember the digits of Pi and flexing for him to be ready, getting out of the truck, and jogging to her side to open her door and help her out.

“I’m sorry about… that,” she said, biting her bottom lip. His hand moved up, thumb releasing it from her teeth as he leaned in and kissed her, nibbling on it himself and making her moan.

“It’s okay,” he said as they pulled apart. “But I need you to behave.”

She pouted, and he had the urge to bite her lip again.

“Where’s the fun in that?” She asked.

He had to keep himself from groaning at the way she was looking at him—eyes twinkling with mischief and promise, that made his throat suddenly go dry, as images ran through his mind of the two of them with less clothing. Fuck, she made him weak. One look, and the blood was heading towards his dick. He needed to change his line of thinking, quickly looking away, latching onto the storefront of a garden center.

“You’re a temptress,” he said, breathing the words out.

He saw out of the corner of his eye her face light up.

“I’m a delight,” she replied. Her hands cradled his jaw, Javier enjoying the softness and warmth, as she moved his head for him to look at her. She leaned up to kiss him, a quick, chaste touch of their lips, that he couldn’t help but chase when she moved away, making her giggle. “Let’s go eat.” She grabbed his hand without a second thought. “I was promised the best tacos in town.”

She stood at his side, Javi lacing their fingers together, and giving her hand a light squeeze. He couldn’t help liking how much smaller her hand was than his, and as they started walking, she moved closer to him, hugging the arm between them, and pressing her breasts into him. He gulped, trying to keep his mind off how they felt against him by running through the digits of Pi once more.

They walked by a small crafts store when Mrs. Davis came out, a bag in hand. Her eyes widened when she spotted them, lips set in a thin line.

“Javier,” she said by way of greeting, nodding her head slightly.

“Lovely day, Mrs. Davis,” he responded, flashing her a friendly smile that he knew didn’t reach his eyes.

He let out a sigh after they passed her.

“You okay?” Cielito asked, and he immediately looked down, meeting her eyes, seeing the genuine concern.

“Yeah. Hopefully, you’re okay being seen with me. The whole town will know by tomorrow.”

He watched her eyebrows knit together.

“Of course, I’m okay with being seen with you.” She said it with conviction. “I’m happy to be seen with you.”

His heart sped up in his chest at her words, and then the doubt settled in his stomach that she didn’t know the extent of his past and why being seen with him would be a hot topic with the townspeople.

“I, uh, don’t have a good reputation. So, being associated with me will make you the talk of the town.”

“I honestly couldn’t care less what people say about me, and if people are so fucking fascinated, they can talk all they want. All that matters is I’m happy, and I hope you are too.”

“I am, yeah.”

“Good. Then fuck em’.”

He chuckled, moving his free hand to tip her chin up as he leaned down to kiss her.

“You surprise me more, and more, Cielito,” he said truthfully.

She smiled at him.

“And you surprise me more, and more.”

He’d opened the door for her when they arrived at the restaurant, the smells of cooking meat permeating the air and making his mouth water. The place was small, with a few booths and tables, a front counter where you paid, and a door leading to the kitchen behind that. There was music softly playing, and paintings on the walls of scenic landscapes. The place had a charm to it, a friendly and welcoming feel.

Maria, the teenage daughter of the owners, was standing at the register, a notebook open and pencil in hand, her eyes moving up to look at them. He smiled at her, making her face light up.

“Hey, Javier! Sit wherever you’d like. I’ll be over in a minute.”

“Thanks, Maria,” Javi replied.

They went to his usual booth in the corner that gave him a visual of the dining room and entry points—A habit from years of doing the work he’d done.

“You know, I’ve never lived in a place where everybody knows everybody,” Cielito said from across the booth. “It’s weird.”

He understood where she was coming from, knowing that she’d been living in much larger cities in the past. His hand went to his mouth, rubbing his thumb against his mustache, as he thought about how to explain the town.

“Laredo isn’t a huge city like Dallas, but it’s also not small. And a lot of the families have been around for decades. There are people I don’t know—Like I probably wouldn’t have known you were around unless we met, like we did.” That made her smile, and his lips quirked up.

She put her hand in the middle of the table, and without a second thought, his hand was meeting hers, grasping it in his much larger one, marveling at the softness, knowing that his were rough and gun-calloused.

That was something he liked about her—her softness, her sweetness, the contrast to him. She was like the day to his night, her presence a shining light in the dark, and she gave him a sense of peace—a glimpse of heaven.

My little heaven.

Cielito.

“I’m happy that you’re bad with produce,” she said with a smile, taking him from his thoughts.

He chuckled. Lightly squeezing her hand.

“Luckily, I’ve got someone to teach me now; it’s watermelon season, and I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”

That made her laugh, and Javi smiled.

“With watermelons, it’s spots and a thump,” she said matter-of-factly.

His eyebrow raised.

“You do what to a watermelon?”

“You know, you thump it.” She had a very sure look on her face. “Tap the underbelly of it to hear the sound.”

He smirked.

“I’d like to tap—”

“Sorry for the wait,” Maria interrupted, and his head immediately turned towards the girl as she set down two menus in front of each of them.

“It’s no problem. Homework?” He asked.

Maria sighed. “Yeah. Math is kicking my ass.”

“I wasn’t much for numbers either. Only thing I can recall are some digits of Pi.”

“That’s more than me. I’ll let you both check out the menu. Let me know if you have any questions. I’ll be back in a few.”

“Thanks, Maria.”

She smiled before turning on her heel and heading back to the counter.

Javier didn’t bother looking at the laminated paper in front of him, already knowing what he was getting himself. Instead, his attention turned to the woman across from him, watching her eyes scan across the menu, eyebrows lightly furrowed.

“Obviously, I have to get tacos,” she said, looking up over the page at him.

“You don’t have to,” he reassured. “But I promise they’re good. Everything here is good,” he said with a slight nod.

She looked at the laminated paper, then back up at him.

“I trust you, so I’ll just get whatever you’re having.” She set the menu down as a finality of her decision.

His eyebrows raised.

“You don’t know what I’m getting,” he said slowly. “What if there’s something you don’t like?”

She shrugged.

“I like trying new things, and you’ve been coming here for so long, you know what good.” She squeezed his hand that was still resting in the middle of the table. “I trust you,” she said firmly.

He had to take a second, her words making his chest go a little tight. She continued to surprise him.

“Okay,” he finally answered.

Maria returned and took their order before taking it to the kitchen and returning with a couple of soft drinks.

Once they were alone again, they fell into an easy conversation, going over all they’d done that day, talking about their jobs, and plans for the weekend. Cielito made it just so easy to talk, prompting him, asking questions, being genuinely curious, and her eyes never left his, Javier able to see that her reactions were true and real, not a note of deception anywhere on her face. He found that he enjoyed talking to her, laughing at her jokes, and listening intently as she spoke about the woes of her job.

Their food came out, Javi feeling nervous as he watched her take the first bite. Her eyes got wide as she hummed around the food, nodding her head, speaking after she swallowed.

“This is really fucking good,” she said.

He smiled, feeling warmth in his belly, and then he dug into his own plate, making his own pleased sounds as the flavors hit his tongue. The food was excellent as always.

While they ate, there wasn’t much talking, both too focused on the food, but when the plates were cleared, the conversation started again, neither wanting to leave so quickly.

“You’d, uh, mentioned the farmers market?” He said.

She brightened at that.

“Yes. I was planning on going.”

He scratched at the back of his head. “Want some company?”

“I would love company.”

He saw the front door open out of the corner of his eye, but he was too focused on the woman in front of him to care or give it a second thought. He realized he’d made a mistake the moment a voice started speaking, one he hadn’t heard since his first exile to Laredo, five years ago.

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Hey lovely Steph, I love sexting and phone sex fics and I am loosing my mind thinking I've read them all on AO3. I need some, could you get me some please?

Hey Nonny!

Cheating a bit here since my part 2 list for both Letters and Texting got combined on my offline list, so I hope that’s okay!!

SEXTING / TEXTING / EPISTOLARY / LETTERS / NOTES Pt 2