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turtletaubwrites · 5 months

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I Knew It Would Hurt ~ Part 9

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,715

This is part 9 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

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Summary: You're waiting for the boys to make their decision. Waiting is really fucking hard.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Smut, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Relationship Discussions, Relationship Drama, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Penis in Vagina Sex, I left out some tags to avoid spoilers but there’s nothing crazy if you’ve read this far already

A/N: Here's another rollercoaster, and it's the longest one so far! I'm super grateful for all of your interactions with this story. I've loved turning that little smut scene into this fun character dynamic, and I really hope you enjoy this next installment. Thank you!!

A soft knock at the door woke you, and for a moment you felt fine. Then you remembered.

“I’ve got your breakfast, can I come in?”

Nami frowned when she saw you. She set your plate down on your desk, then pulled you into a hug.

“This whole thing seems like a lot of work. I’m here if you need me, okay?”

“Thanks, Nami. All I wanted to do was take a long shower, and now I might be breaking up with two people I’m not actually with.”

“Gotta be careful about those showers, they can fuck you up.”

You gave a laugh that might have been a sob before squeezing her tighter.

“Love you.”

She pulled away, but grabbed your shoulders, leaning her face toward yours.

“Love ya too, weirdo. What do you need today?”

“Um, can you bring me my field notes? Chopper knows where they are. I’m just gonna work in here today, I’m not ready to people.”

“Of course. I can bring you your other meals too if you want.”

Sighing as you nodded, memories of recent times in the kitchen fought you as you tried to shove them down.

“Luffy really thinks you’re sick now.”

“He might not be far off. I feel like shit.”

After Nami came back to drop off lunch later, another knock came, freezing you on the spot.

“Hi, it’s Robin.”

You cringed a bit, embarrassed for her to see you like this, but you let her in. Her eyes combed over you, lips pursing as she stepped inside. She kept a noticeable distance between you.

“Y/N, I came to apologize. I shouldn’t have been pushing you like this, I knew you were overwhelmed already. I’m so sorry I added to your struggle.”

“No, Robin, it's okay. You helped me! I really needed to hear what you said.”

Robin let out a breath, but her brows were still tensed. She looked down at the ground before meeting your eyes again.

“I shouldn’t have pushed myself on you. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Her normally steady eyes looked heavy, a sight she rarely shows.

Reaching for her hand, you felt a gentle smile warming your face.

“I’m not sorry.”

Her lips curled up just a bit, and she squeezed your fingers gently.

“I’m so glad to hear that… How about we wait on that date until everything settles?”

You almost argued that you didn’t need to wait, but you realized that you did.

“Thank you, Robin.”

She brushed a strand of hair from your face, and you breathed in her lovely scent.

“Thank you, Y/N. Let me know if you need anything. I’ll do what I can to calm the rest of the crew.”

The comfort that Robin's presence left you with made you feel safer, warmer.

But it was as if that feeling of safety made room for your body to feel the rest.

Sitting at your desk staring at your field notes, your vision started to blur. You had to close your journal to keep tears from staining your monographs.

You kept your sobs silent, not wanting anyone to hear. Then you remembered why you’d gotten so good at keeping your screams quiet lately. You had to cover your mouth as you choked, louder sobs escaping you now.

Why did I do this to myself? I knew it would hurt. Just not this much, not so fast. I should have stopped.

But you hated that thought. The thought of not enjoying the short time you’d had with both of them. The pleasures, the laughter, the growing warmth. You didn’t want to lose any of it, even if it would hurt less.

You tried not to think about what choice they would make. The only one you wanted felt selfish. You’d get to have everything.

And if you didn’t get to have everything, then it would be nothing. You knew that even if one of the boys chose to leave, and one wanted to stay, you couldn’t continue with only one. There was too much heat between all three of you. You knew it would drive an even bigger wedge between them, potentially tearing them, and the crew apart.

I can’t do that.

So it was all or nothing, and your body was preparing you for the worst.

A knock shook you from your spiral and you moved to the door, expecting Nami. Wiping your tears and shaking your arms, you checked.

“Who is it?”

“Hi, Y/N. I’ve got your dinner, and I didn’t eat any of it.”

Your eyes went wide, but you let your captain in.

“Thank you, Luffy.”

He walked right in, setting your plate on your desk before plopping on your bed.

You stared, not sure what to say. He pointed to your desk chair, and you felt suddenly terrified as you sat and faced him. He watched you like he was sizing you up.

“Robin told me and Chopper why you’ve been weird.”

“O-Oh?”

“I’m the captain, Y/N. I need to know my crew is okay.”

Fear iced through you, and you stared into your lap. He should kick me off the crew. I’m splintering his best fighters, endangering everyone.

His hand stretched toward you, and he touched your shoulder until you met his eyes.

“It all seems a little crazy to me.”

You let out a near panicked laugh before you caught yourself.

“Yeah, me too.”

“But you care about them?”

His deep eyes looked so soft, his voice intense.

“I do.”

Nodding, he crossed his arms.

“They care about you too, Y/N.”

You felt your lips shaking, heat rising in your throat.

“As long as you care about each other, and keep fighting for your dreams, I’m happy.”

Hot tears spilled down your cheeks as Luffy started to smile.

“Can you be happy too?”

Your lips pulled into a strained smile as you tried to stop your tears.

“I’ll get there, Luffy. It’s just rough right now. But I’m glad you’re my captain.”

Luffy was beaming at you now, then stretched to ruffle your hair. He leaned toward you, and whispered softly.

“Will you keep giving me the extra food Sanji makes you?”

You burst out laughing, and Luffy’s smile stretched even wider.

“Yes, captain!”

Luffy grabbed you in a hug, twirling you as much as he could in the small quarters. This is family.

As he left he gave you one more serious look.

“Y/N, please tell me next time something is hurting you. I’m your captain and I need to know.”

“I promise, Luffy.”

All the emotions of the day had you feeling empty, but now it was more pleasantly numb. Your biggest fear of losing your place on this crew, in this family, those fears were shrinking away from you. Soft tears of relief left your eyes now, and you tried to comfort yourself against the hurt of losing Zoro and Sanji. At least I won’t lose them completely.

That thought brought back more of the pain, but you shook it off. It was getting late, and you wanted to get some air. Steeling yourself, you picked up your dishes and went down the hall, hoping to sneak them into the galley before sitting out on deck.

You crept against the wall, listening to check if Sanji was inside or not before heading in.

But you heard two low voices.

“You don’t know her like I do.”

“I care about her, Marimo. I care about her enough to share her with you. Can you say the same?”

You tried to force your body to turn around, to head back to your room, but all you could focus on was not shaking the plate and silverware in your hands.

Your heart was in your throat, and you felt faint as you waited for what felt like hours for his response.

“Yeah, I can, idiot cook.”

A gasping sob escaped you, and you tried to cover your mouth. Instead, you dropped your dishes, the plate shattering at your bare feet. You stared at the broken porcelain, and started laughing hysterically.

“Y/N!”

They both rushed out, concern in their eyes.

“Are you hurt?” “You okay?”

You were too out of it to respond, and kept laughing as they both tried to lift you. Zoro won, lifting you in his arms, while Sanji brushed along your feet and legs, checking for glass.

Your breathing slowed as you felt Zoro’s racing heart, and you felt like you could fall asleep in his arms. He carried you into the kitchen while Sanji swept up the broken plate.

Zoro placed you gingerly in the booth, his brows furrowed as he looked you over.

“Needy, please. Are you okay?”

You smiled at the nickname, and looked at them both as Sanji joined you at the table.

“I’m okay.”

Neither of them seemed convinced, but you couldn’t explain the rush of relief and happiness that had just torn through your already overwhelmed system. But you tried.

“I didn’t mean to. But I heard you.”

You felt your lips quivering again as they both seemed to soften.

“It’s okay if you still need some time to think-”

“I don’t need time my love-” “I’m good, Needy-”

Your cheeks hurt from the smile that stretched your face, especially when they both grinned back at you.

Then your mouth stretched further into the biggest, loudest yawn you’d ever felt.

“You need some sleep-” “Let’s get you to bed, dear-”

Zoro went to lift you, but Sanji tapped his shoulder.

“You just carried her, It’s my turn now.”

“I’m not letting a pervert cook into her bedroom when she needs to rest.”

“Boys,” you commanded with another yawn. “Flip a coin or something please, I’m tired.”

Your yawns were mixed with tired giggles while you saw them rustling through their pockets. Sanji’s satisfied laugh, and Zoro’s grumble gave away the winner.

Sanji lifted you gently, and you smelled cigarette smoke and spices on his jacket. Zoro followed close, opening the door, and hovering while Sanji set you in bed, drawing the covers over you.

“Good night, darling-” “Good night, Needy-”

“Night, boys…”

A soft knock woke you, and for a moment you felt all that sadness. Then you remembered.

You sat straight up in bed, hoping that it wasn’t a dream.

“Who-Who is it?”

“Your favorite navigator, lazybones. Do you want to come to breakfast?”

You jumped out of bed, stumbling.

“Yeah, I’ll be right out!”

Your reflection looked dazed, and you slapped your cheeks a few times, laughing. You hurried to get ready, and had to stop yourself from racing down the hall.

Everyone was there, already digging into their plates. They all turned to stare at you with teasing, or cheesy faces. Your face flushed, and you bit your lip before climbing into the empty spot Zoro had saved for you. You were next to him at the edge of the table, where Sanji stepped up to bring you what looked like a mimosa with tangerine blossoms for a garnish.

“Hey, why don’t I get one of those?”

“Apologies Nami, dear. I will whip one up for you right away. Would you like one as well, Robin?”

“That sounds lovely, Sanji.”

“Hey, don’t hog the booze, waiter. Make me one of those too.”

“You haven’t earned it, moss hea-”

Everyone's clamoring voices died down as you burst out laughing, almost hysterical, but so full of joy and relief.

Luffy grinned, stretching to hit your arm lightly with his fist, Chopper looked confused, Usopp was asking Sanji for his own mimosa, and Nami and Robin laughed with you.

The boys had stopped arguing, and were both staring at you. Until your skin flushed red again, and your laughter hiccuped and faded.

“Ugh. I love you, Y/N, but this is gonna get annoying real fast.”

You stuck your tongue out at Nami as she winked, and fell into quiet joy while you tried to listen to the group.

Sanji kept bringing you delicious gifts, and you’d wink at Luffy so he could snag them. Each time Sanji came your way he would give you a soft peck on the forehead, or shoulder, or knuckles.

A low grumble moved through Zoro, but all he did was wrap his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his warmth.

Feeling like you were going to pass out, you didn’t even hear most of what the crew were saying while they teased you.

You caught yourself doing your happy food wiggle dance, and couldn’t seem to stop, even humming now and then. The crew left the three of you there, and you didn’t hear their goodbyes, just beamed lazily at them.

Sanji brought his plate to the table, and cleared his throat until Zoro begrudgingly scooted over, dragging you with him to make room on the bench. Sanji winked at you before diving into his meal, and you just sat there wiggling, out of your mind.

“I knew you were fuckin’ needy.”

You laughed while Sanji spluttered, and you patted his knee to calm him.

“What do you mean, Zoro,” you smirked up at him, teasing.

“You know what I mean. So fucking spoiled.”

“Don’t listen to him, angel. You deserve to be spoiled, to be-”

Another bout of hysterical laughter left you, and eventually they joined in.

Finally, you gained some control of yourself, and tried to hold a conversation.

“I’m so happy you both chose to stay with me.”

You stopped them both from speaking at the same time, realizing that it would be difficult to get much done with all three of you in a room.

“We definitely need to keep checking in, and figuring out boundaries. I don’t think my brain is up for that today though.”

“What are you up for, my dear?”

“Mm, I like this,” you sighed, rocking back and forth against each of their sides.

You caught Zoro rolling his eyes, and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“What about you guys? Your needs matter too here. What do you need?”

Neither spoke for a minute, and you played with your spoon.

“I guess, um…”

You looked up at Zoro, desperate to hear him actually express his fucking needs.

“How do we figure out time for just us?”

He said those words softly, and you knew how huge it was that he hadn’t said it with anger or frustration. You smiled up at him, then at Sanji who seemed to be waiting with rapt attention.

“Well, we can always check in, and change things if the system isn’t working out. But how about for now we stick to alternating days? Not just for sex, but for our time together?”

They both nodded, Zoro slowly, and Sanji with an eager smile. You squeezed both of their knees before reaching for the last of your mimosa.

You sat back, and they both tilted to see you better. You fought more laughter at what a lovely pair they made.

“Y/N, dear-” “So who-”

They glared at each other, until Sanji did a small mock bow to let Zoro go first.

Zoro’s mouth twitched as he looked away from both of you before continuing. He didn’t meet your gaze when he finished his question.

“Who’s turn is it?”

Your lips parted, and you watched them both look guilty while they waited for you.

This is crazy. How did I manage this?

Zoro cleared his throat, leaning with his elbows over the table.

“Yesterday was supposed to be my day.”

“Technically we didn’t finish my day before that.”

“You’re really gonna pressure her ab-” “You’re the one that’s pressuring her Mari-”

“Technically today was supposed to be Robin’s day.”

Your words shut them both up, and it took way too much effort to hold in your satisfied smile at their expressions.

Zoro looked shocked again, as if he’d blocked that out of his mind. Sanji’s fists had clenched, and you could see the veins in his neck and face throbbing as he turned bright red.

You couldn’t help it. A small laugh escaped you.

“Don’t worry, Robin and I decided to wait on our date until things are settled.”

You could have sworn you heard a tiny whimper from Sanji’s throat.

“How about we start things fresh with a coin toss?”

They both reached for a coin and threw them in the air, calling out the choice. You laughed as they both lost their own tosses.

“Let me do it.”

You’d grabbed Zoro’s coin, and tried to mimic them. You kept throwing it onto the table, or failing to catch it. The coin would drop on your lap, both of them reaching for your thighs to grab it for you, growling as their hands touched.

“Gods, can you guys just agree on which one of you tosses the coin? Pretty please?”

Sanji ended up giving in to your wishes again first, letting the swordsman toss. Then Zoro swore as the coin fell in Sanji’s favor. Sanji kissed your cheek while Zoro left the table after rubbing along your shoulders.

“See ya later, Needy.”

“Wait!”

You rushed over to your surly crewmate. The man who had walked in on you in the shower, and declared that you should fuck. You laughed softly at how crazy your life had been since that moment. And you couldn’t be more grateful for it if you tried.

“What,” he asked, his brows tensing as you laughed.

“It’s nothing,” you whispered, standing on tip toes in a silent request for a kiss.

His look of surprise deepened your smile, and he gripped the hair at the back of your neck when he pulled you to his lips.

A soft cough sounded behind you, and Zoro hummed as he pulled away to smirk at the cook. You nudged him out the door.

Turning around, you saw his eyes wide, waiting. You leaned toward him, feeling his soft lips kiss the corners of your mouth before pulling you into his arms to breathe along your ear.

“All to myself?”

Sanji’s raspy voice made you moan, your body still so ready even with all that had happened. You almost felt high, like all the emotions had left your body buzzing.

You looked up into his soft eyes, watching his lips part when he noticed how heavy your breaths were.

“D-Darling. I didn’t mean… Let me-”

He froze when you gripped his arms to keep him from pulling away.

“I want all sorts of lovely moments with you, Sanji, and I know we’re going to have them.”

The sweet smile that bloomed on his face made your heart dance in your chest for a moment, and you had to take a deep breath.

“I don’t want you to feel bad if we start today where we left off.”

You let heat fill your eyes as you wet your lips. Sanji’s eyes seemed to be pulled to your mouth, and you saw his breath hitch.

“A-Are you sure?”

Grinning at him, you nodded as you bit your lip.

He lunged toward your lips again, but you pressed your hands to his chest.

“Maybe we should go to one of our rooms now that everyone knows?”

You gasped as he looked at you like he was about to eat you.

“That’s too far, sweetheart. How about I take you in the pantry?”

You’d barely breathed out your ‘yes,’ before he lifted you into the air. He pulled you so fast, but still managed to grip you in a way that was comfortable. Your arms and legs wrapped around him, and he groaned while you kissed and licked along his neck.

Setting you gently in the walk in pantry, he held your face while he kissed you before rushing out. You tilted your head after him, but moaned when he returned with a condom and lube. Memories of your first time with him, and the sting and pleasure of his thick cock pulsed through you. Your eyes fell back in your head, and he gave a satisfied chuckle as he turned on the small light before closing the door.

“My sweet, Y/N… How can I show you how special you are to me?”

“You can tell me all the filthy things you want to do to me.”

You pulled your panties off from under your skirt and threw them at his chest.

Sanji had to catch himself against the wall as he moaned, almost dropping the lube.

He already looked wrecked when he met your eyes, and it drove you crazy.

“What do you want to do to me, Sanji?”

He was panting as he watched you pull your skirt up, so slowly. You took the condom and lube from him, and set them on a shelf.

Skin on fire, you didn’t know what had gotten into you. But you wanted him now, and you couldn’t stop yourself. You pressed yourself against his chest, looking into his blown out eyes. Both of you cried out when you dragged your hand along his length, already so fucking hard.

“Sanji, I asked you a question.”

Your words came out soft and dark. You watched his eyes flutter, and you wanted to speed him up. Taking his hand in yours, you whispered his name before pressing his fingers into your wet folds.

He moaned so loud, and your knees went weak. He had to catch you, then he pressed you against the wall, shoving two fingers into you.

“You are so fucking perfect. My sweet, dirty angel.”

Crying out at his praise, your body started shaking for him.

“P-Please, Sanji.”

He rutted against your thigh when you begged, and the feel of his clothed shaft rubbing against you made you whimper.

“I can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you. Such a beautiful, lovely girl. And you’re letting me touch you like this, where anyone could find us.”

He moaned into your ear, breathing in the scent of your hair.

You cried out his name, already feeling on the edge, ready.

“So gorgeous. Let me take care of you, angel. Let me make you feel good.”

“Yes, Sanji, please.”

He fell to his knees with a moan, tasting your needy cunt with that skilled tongue. His two fingers kept up their work while he swirled his tongue ring around your clit.

You had already started shaking before he plunged that third finger into you, and then you were gone. You shoved your own fist into your teeth, and panted as you bucked against Sanji’s face, coming on his tongue.

He licked you up like he was dying of thirst, while his three fingers kept prepping you.

He looked up at you, face glistening in the small light.

“You taste divine, my sweet.”

You moaned as his fingers kept working you.

“It’s probably time for me to prep for lunch, darling.”

You whined, grinding on his fingers.

He groaned, then checked his watch.

“Please Sanji. We’ll have so many more times to play for longer. Please fuck me against the wall right now. I know how much your perverted mind wants you to.”

You moaned as Sanji’s hand twitched inside you, his head falling back as he moaned.

“Please Sanji, I know you’ll take good care of me. Please, please fuck me now. I know you’d love it if someone caught us.”

He fell forward, mouth hanging open as his face pressed against your hip.

He was still taking too long.

You gripped your fingers into his hair, and pulled his face to yours.

“Sanji, are you going to make me beg?”

You watched his eyes harden, and cried out as his long fingers worked you with even more strength.

“A lady always gets what she wants in my kitchen.”

You moaned his name as he stood, kissing his way up your neck.

His fingers left you, and you clung to the wall as you watched him free his cock from his slacks before dragging the condom and lube down his length.

He came toward you, and lifted your leg so that your foot rested on a low shelf. His hands trailed along your neck, then your thighs. Your back arched as he teased his shaft along your entrance, the size of him so warm against you.

“I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

His whispers against your cheek while he dragged his tip along your clit made you shiver for him.

“To have such an exquisite beauty, coming on my face in the pantry.”

You cried out, clawing at his shoulders.

He slapped his thick cock against your entrance a few times while you moaned for him.

“To have such a gorgeous pussy, aching for me to fill it.”

“Fuck, Sanji, please!”

“Of course, darling.”

Biting your lip, your head fell back as you felt him against your center. Not even pressed into you, and your body was readying.

“That’s good, angel. Breathe for me. You know I’ll take care of you.”

You moaned for him, scratching your nails down his striped shirt as he pushed into you, so slowly.

“Gods, Sanji-”

“Shh, darling. Just breathe, and take me, baby. I know you can, you’re so perfect for me.”

Your pussy clenched around him, and he thrust the rest of the way in as he moaned.

“Sweetheart, you okay?”

“Y-Yes, Sanji.”

“Good girl… So perfect.”

As Sanji’s thick cock started pumping into you, slowly, then faster and faster, you forgot where you were, who you were. Just the sharp pain and pleasure of him inside you, and his endless, delectable words were all that held you to reality. His breath was hot on your face and neck as he panted his praise along your skin.

“Y/N, your pussy is fucking heavenly, baby. Fuck. Just like that, I feel you squeezing me so hard. You want my cock inside you, don’t you angel. You want me to make you feel so good, to take care of my perfect girl.”

“Yes, Sanji. Please take care of me.”

He moaned at that, shoving into you, thrusts becoming staggered. He reached down, massaging your clit while you gasped.

“So soft, so good for me…There you go darling- fuck, yes Y/N, milk my cock like a good girl- fuck-”

Sanji came into you with whimpered moans while you shattered around him. He had to hold your slumped body up, gingerly removing himself from you while you cried out.

You whimpered as he pressed soft kisses to your face, before reaching for your panties on the floor. He gave you a satisfied smile as he used them to wipe you clean, before using them to clean himself off after removing that very full condom.

You moaned while you watched him rub your panties on his cock, his eyes heavy lidded even after what you’d just done.

“You’re gonna need to buy me some new panties if you keep taking all of mine.”

His breath came out heavy as he smiled.

“Oh I plan on buying you so many special gifts, my sweet.”

Miraculously, you made it out of the pantry with time to spare, even rushing for a quick shower before heading back to lunch.

Even though it was Sanji’s day, it looked like meals were going to stay a shared time. You sighed as you leaned against Zoro, dampening his shirt with your still wet hair.

“Y/N, do you know if we still have any yarrow? I remember you said it can be used to staunch bleeding, and I’d like to keep some on hand if we run out of our other supplies.”

“Y-Yes Chopper. I believe we do, but I’ll check after lunch.”

I really should get back to work at some point.

But with Zoro’s warmth at your side, and Sanji’s wink while he started on dishes, you weren't sure how you were going to do that.

Especially when you met Robin’s deep blue eyes, and saw her lips curve in that teasing smile.

Who knows the next time we’ll be in danger again? I should enjoy this bliss for as long as I can.

Your selfish little smile at that thought felt oh so good.

I guess I really am Needy after all.

Thank you for reading! 💜

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the-little-ewok · 9 months

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Hard at work

Santiago Garcia X F!Reader

Rating : E/18+

Word count : 3800 (ish)

Warnings : SMUT, office setting (power play dynamics), PIV, unprotected sex, fingering, Dom!Santi (pretty soft), oral (f/receiving), lil bit dirty talk, reader wears a skirt, fluff, semi public sex (I guess. But not really?), Marking, *additional warnings under the fic at the end because spoilers ( nothing bad)

Prompts / summary : “I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional.”, "I think I've made my intentions clear", "Noone needs to know" / Santiago Garcia is your boss. And you should absolutely not be fucking your boss on his desk during the work day…

A/N : I've chosen to put some warnings at the end of the fic as I want to keep a couple of surprises. Nothing bad or super triggering I promise. But if you are worried please check before you read.

Thank you Vi for the hilarious tongue in cheek title 😂 and to the anon who requested!

Please if you read take time to reblog and maybe leave a comment or a couple of tags! The only way writers keep writing is if they hear from you.

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Ping

S. Gacia: I need to talk to you in my office. Now.

You stare at the message on your computer screen, debating if you could think of a good enough excuse not to go, unsure if you could keep your composure when you were alone with your boss today.

It wasn't that you were avoiding him exactly. You liked your boss, you really did. He was hard working, fair, supportive, maybe a little demanding at times, well, actually demanding all the time, but he was hot, in a sort of 'your daughter calls me daddy too' kinda way. He had the eye of every girl in the office, yours included. Most people would be glad to have a boss like him.

The problem was he always seemed to find an excuse to be inappropriate with you — pressing up against you as he leans over you to get a coffee mug out of the cupboard in the break room, brushing his hand against your thigh during meetings, looking at you, and not just a normal look, a complete undressing eye fuck that made your face heat and your thighs press together. He made you want him all the damn time.

And while so far nothing has happened at work, everyone else in the office has noticed the growing situation between you. Disappearing away from your pc to meet with him would only add fuel to the fire.

Ping.

S. Garcia : When I say now, I mean now.

With no good excuses coming to mind you get up with a sigh, smoothing down your skirt and making your way over to his office.

The door is pushed open already, Santiago sitting at his desk, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows, the top few buttons undone, giving an air of relaxedness, but you can tell he's anything but. Your heart gives a now all too familiar flutter in your chest.

"Mr Garcia?"

You tap the door lightly to get his attention. He gestures you in with a silent wave of his hand, barely looking away from the laptop as you step into the room.

"One moment, and shut the door" he instructs you, tapping away at the keys and muttering in Spanish to himself. You swallow hard as you close the door behind you.

Eventually, your boss sighs, rubbing his hands down his face and shutting his laptop.

"Is everything okay?" You venture inquisitively. Perhaps whatever has frustrated him is the reason he called you in here? Maybe he needs your help with work?

Santiago gets up from his desk, coming around to stand in front of you, just a few steps from where you awkwardly shuffle your feet, waiting for him to speak.

"We need to talk."

You can't help but go through a mental rolodex of things you might have done that you need to talk about with him, but nothing comes to mind.

"I'm afraid I can no longer remain professional," he continues, leaning back against the polished wood with a sigh, as though it's your fault, as though you've done something to encourage him. Perhaps you have. You did specifically pick this outfit today, hoping it would spark his attention, and as his eyes roam a slow trail from your toes to your face, licking his lips, you know it worked, but maybe a little too well.

You choose the innocence card, pretending there hasn't been an underlying tension since you started working together.

"I'm not sure what you mean?"

He doesn't even hesitate for a second before he answers, clearly expecting your response. His dark eyes bore into yours, blatant desire shining through.

"I think you are."

You swallow hard. Sure you might have hoped to get a reaction out of him, but you hadn't actually expected it to work. Especially not when there were specific rules in place about office relationships, especially during work hours.

"No one needs to know," he offers slickly, like putting a deal on the table, some form of forbidden contract. He steps towards you, then around you, coming to stand at your back, close enough that you can feel the warmth from his body.

He leans into you, gripping your upper arms and then slowly allowing his palms to slide down, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as he whispers.

"It's just us in here. Nobodys going to know what happens here today." His hands ghost over the tips of your fingers, continuing down, stepping closer so his body is pressed up against yours.

"Mr Garcia, I don't think this is the time. We have…we have… work to do." You stutter out as his hands map the curve of your hips, pressing himself against your back. Even as you speak your body leans back against him, tilting your head back onto his shoulder, betraying your every thought about him. You can almost feel the smug smile he's probably wearing, knowing he was right in his assumption that this isn't one sided, and that you really aren't thinking about the work piled on your desk.

Your eyes flutter closed as he presses a trail of kisses down your neck, before his tongue licks its way back up to take your earlobe in his teeth, tugging gently.

"Work can wait. I think I've made my intentions clear," he breathes against your skin. He says it like you have a choice about what happens next. Like there's any possible world in which you would say no.

But you aren't going to let him have the upper hand entirely. You can't just collapse into his arms and beg him to fuck you. He might be your boss, but that doesn't mean you can't have your own fun too.

"I'm really not sure I understand what you mean? Perhaps you'll have to be a little more direct, sir."

There's a hitch in his breath that lets you know the sir hit exactly the way you expected it to.

What you aren't quite expecting is the way he nudges you forward before pressing a hand between your shoulders, forcing you down, bending over his desk. The touch isn't violent or forceful, he isn't the sort of man to do that, but it's commanding enough for you to willingly follow the direction.

Taking both your hands in his he presses them down onto the desk, leaning over you.

"I can make my intentions as clear as you need," he growls, standing back up. "Don't move, or you're fired."

You'd like to think you know him well enough that it's probably an empty threat, but damn does it make your pussy flutter anyway. You press your palms harder against the cool wood, resigned to let him do as he wills with you.

His hands slip across your hips and down over your ass, admiring your position, before he hooks his fingers under the edge of your skirt and raises it, just a little. He's testing you. It's a silent request about how far you want this to go.

You don't move to stop him, so he lifts your skirt the rest of the way, almost delicately slowly, hitching it up over your hips.

He gives a soft hum of appreciation at the pretty lace panties you're wearing, the ones already starting to soak through with your arousal at the fact your boss has you bent over his desk, admiring your ass.

"Pretty," he drawls, pulling back the elastic and letting it snap against your skin, giving a stinging bite and making you gasp. "Not very work appropriate though."

You open your mouth to offer a sarcastic response that people at work don't usually see your panties, but the words catch in your throat as he slides his fingers into the waistband and tugs them down quickly, letting them fall the rest of the way, fully exposing you.

Not satisfied with that, he uses his foot to tap your ankle, encouraging you to lift first one foot, then the other, stepping out of your panties before he kicks them to one side.

"Spread your legs."

If you weren't wet before the gush of arousal you have at his words certainly soaks you now. It isn't a question, it isn't a request, it's an instruction, a command. You spread your legs just a little.

Santiago nudges them further apart with his foot, spreading you for his benefit, before he grabs your ass, squeezing as he surveys you with a groan.

"You're practically dripping on my carpet," he comments, making your face heat.

You hear the whisper of fabric and glancing behind you you see him kneel on the floor, his hands dropping to your thighs, fingers digging into your flesh.

He meets your shocked gaze.

"Now let me be very, very clear in what I want."

The broken noise that leaves your throat as he licks a hot stripe through your folds isn't one you've ever made before, your body jolting forward on the desk.

Your rational brain tells you this is a bad idea. You should be working, not letting your boss eat you out on his desk of all places. But then he seals his lips over your clit, sucking hard, and you can't seem to care about work anymore.

You quickly realise he's too good at this, too good at making you tremble all too quickly, taking long slow laps at your clit, pressing his hot tongue deep inside you, growling and groaning as though you were the best thing he's tasted. He has you on the edge of a climax in no time.

Your fingers dig into the hardwood, curling around the edge of the desk, biting out a curse as his tongue completes another slow circle around your clit.

You wish you could see him, tangle your fingers in his short curls, direct him how to throw you over the edge, but you suspect he knows exactly how, and he's dragging this out for his own pleasure.

"Mr Garcia…Santiago…" you hiccup pleadingly, barely able to get enough air in your lungs.

You don't know if it's mercy or torture when his mouth leaves you, giving a playful bite to your ass before he gets to his feet, gently tugging you up, unpeeling you off the desk, his hands on your waist, steadying you on wobbling legs as he spins you to face him.

"Clear now?" He asks, almost impatiently. His eyes are dark, your slick still shining on his chin as he makes a show of licking his lips.

"That was…pretty clear," you breathe shakily.

He smirks as he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, holding you still as he presses his lips to yours, allowing you to taste yourself as his tongue slips into your mouth.

It's not the type of kiss you're expecting from him. He kisses you sensually, tenderly, it's slow and decadent. He lets go of your chin in order to slide his hand around the back of your neck, holding you to him as his tongue slides against yours, drawing soft little moans from you.

When he pulls away your lips are kiss swollen and your fingers are tangled in his curls the way you wanted to do only moments ago.

"I want to fuck you here, on my desk," he whispers against your lips. "I want to stain the wood with your cum so there's always a part of you in here with me."

Oh fuck.

You don't answer initially, forcing down the moan of desire that tries to escape. Instead, you lift yourself up onto the desk, feeling the cool wood against your heated skin, before you curl your fingers around the white collar of his shirt, pulling him close to you. You're done waiting. You're done playing. You're done being professional.

"So fuck me already."

His mouth crashes into yours, kissing you hard as you both scramble to unbuckle his pants. He's barely shoved them down before his hands are gripping your thighs, tugging you roughly forward to the edge of the desk, lining himself up at your entrance, his actions messy and impatient.

Even so, he presses into you slowly, allowing you to adjust to the stretch that borders pleasure and pain, swallowing each of your moans with his kisses, letting out a low groan as he bottoms out, giving a soft nip of his teeth to your bottom lip.

"Fuck, you feel so good. Pussy is so wet for me," he slurs, taking your chin back in his fingers, forcing you to look at him. "How much have you thought about fucking your boss you filthy girl?"

Ring. Ring.

The sharp trill of the phone cuts in, making you both pause, turning to look at it mocking you from its space next to the laptop.

Shit. No. Not now. The timing could not be any worse. You need this. You've waited too long for this.

Santiago looks at you, his gaze questioning. You shake your head, silently pleading with him not to answer, not to put an end to this yet.

He lets out a soft curse, glancing over to the phone and reading the caller ID.

"Be quiet," he hisses, leaning over you and to your shock, clicking the answer button.

You don't quite know how to react as he grabs one of your thighs, hoisting it up over his hip, forcing his cock deeper as he starts to thrust into you. It steals the breath from your lungs and you let out a choked noise, throwing a hand over your mouth to smother it, still shocked he's actually taking this call.

Santiago lets out a quiet laugh at your reaction as he speaks on the phone, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Fish, what's up?"

"Just checking in on how things are going," the man on the phone answers easily, clearly unaware of the position your boss was in.

"Hard at work," Santiago answers, thrusting deeply into you with the last word, and you squeeze your eyes shut, desperately muffling your moans of pleasure.

You can't believe he's doing this, casually carrying on a conversation as he leisurely rocks into you. Your mind can't really keep up with the discussion— something about a BBQ on the weekend — too distracted in concentrating on keeping quiet, and hoping the wet squelch of your pussy isn't being picked up on the call.

You bury your face into his neck, trying not to allow the pleasure threading through you to give you both away. It's an uphill battle. Each steady thrust pushes you closer, your pussy already sensitive from his earlier ministrations.

You're not expecting it when he turns his head, his teeth biting down on your pulse point. It's just enough to send a shock through your system, making your eyes snap open, and your pussy clamp down on his cock.

Santiago's eyes go wide and it's him that lets out a choked moan, clearly far louder than he intended to. There's a beat of silence in the conversation as he scrambles for the phone receiver.

You have a moment of smug satisfaction at his panic, but the joy is fleeting, as when his eyes are back on you, smouldering and dark, phone in his hand, you realise you are in trouble. A lot of trouble.

"I'll call you back."

Click. With the press of a button the phone call ends, the receiver clattering noisily back onto the desk. Santiago's hands grip your hips, his fingers digging in hard enough there will be marks.

"You shouldn't have done that."

You have a moment of panic that he's going to end this, leave you on the edge, unsatisfied, and send you back to your desk desperate and needy. But instead, he pulls almost all the way out of you, before slamming his hips into yours.

You let out a strangled moan. Every time you think he can't possibly go deeper, he angles his hips and sinks in further. You want to scramble back on the desk, give yourself a moment to breathe, to think, to process the bliss, but Santiago's hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as you fall back on your elbows, splayed out across his desk, being used solely for his pleasure.

Santiago follows your movement, bending himself over you, causing the angle of his thrusts to change just slightly and hit something bright inside you. Pens and papers clatter noisily to the floor as the desk rocks with you. In a desperate attempt to stop yourself from suddenly being pushed over the other side, you grab onto his shoulders, holding yourself in place.

There's a growing blissful ache in your pussy and muscles that lets you know you'll still feel this tomorrow.

But you don't care, you can't care. All you care about is the knot in your stomach tightening, your muscles straining, your vision whiting out. All you care about is the pleasure careening through you.

Your pussy clamps down around him, your nails digging into his shoulders as your climax bursts through you. You give all pretence at being quiet, throwing your head back as you all but scream his name, uncaring who hears.

"Fuck, Santiago!"

The clench of your pussy drags him over the edge with you, and he muffles a growl into your neck, filling you with hot bursts of cum.

He pauses there, buried deep inside you, your pussy still pulsing as you come down. Lifting his head he captures your lips in a sweet kiss, his hands tenderly massaging your thighs, slipping up your back to pull you to sit up, holding you against him.

When he eventually pulls away, his eyes roam your face, taking in your dishevelled appearance, pressing a final gentle kiss to your lips, before he slips out of you, pulls his pants back up and disappears around the other side of the desk.

You slide off shakily, your skirt still bunched up around your waist, turning to watch him throw himself down into the office chair, your panties dangling from his fingers like a hard won prize, back to his cocky, self assured, smug self. All traces of the softness he had only moments ago, wiped away.

"You won't be needing these back," he grins, opening his top drawer to drop your panties inside, before snapping it shut, his gaze daring you to protest as you stand open mouthed.

"Can I at least have something to clean-"

"No." He cuts you off, going back to clicking through his emails on his computer.

You have the realisation that he expects you to walk back to your desk with his cum still dripping down your thighs. You imagine the stain on your skirt, on your chair, one that probably won't ever fully come out, the stain like the one currently staring at you from the wood of his desk, a constant reminder of this day.

It shouldn't make your pussy clench the way it does.

You swallow, pulling down your skirt, ignoring the slick already coating your thighs, and give him a defiant stare.

"Very well. Will that be all Mr Garcia?" You mock sarcastically. If he was going to go back to professional, then so were you.

He doesn't even glance at you as he answers, dismissing you as though nothing has happened.

"For now. But don't go far. I don't think it will be long before I need to see you again."

You suppress a smile as you leave.

"Still working hard?"

Looking up from the document you've barely typed a word on all afternoon, you meet the gentle gaze of your boyfriend.

His eyes crinkle as he smiles warmly at you.

"Yeah, I haven't really managed to get much done," you sigh, glancing back to the half written document, knowing it's a lost cause for now.

"You look tired, baby. Your boss working you too hard?"

"He's pretty unforgiving," you hum, rubbing your eyes, your body aching with exhaustion. "Three times he had me in his office today."

Your boyfriend lets out a low impressed whistle.

"Harsh. Well, how about you leave whatever you're doing for now? I'm sure your boss will be okay with it being finished tomorrow. I'll run you a bath, make some dinner, then we can relax in front of the TV? Your choice of movie."

"That actually sounds perfect," you smile, logging out of the pc and getting to your feet, stretching your cramped muscles.

He holds his hand out to you as you come around the desk, pulling you into his arms and giving you a sweet kiss.

"I told you having two home offices would be fun," Santiago grins, his eyes bright.

Giggling, you shake your head.

"Yes, but I don't think we got any work done!"

Santiago shrugs nonchalantly.

"Guess that's the perks of being with the boss. I'll let you get away with it and make it up tomorrow." He winks and you laugh, knowing you both have a huge amount of work to catch up on now.

When he'd suggested you work with him you'd been hesitant for this exact reason. But he'd promised to keep quiet about your relationship initially, while you settled into the job, and for the most part, Santiago was professional in the office, although your colleagues had started to notice his almost blatant eye fucks. If you were honest, you didn't help the situation, sending him filthy chat messages, knowing he couldn't have you until you made it home. It turned out professionalism when you wanted to fuck your boss, was hard work.

You squeeze his hand as he leads you to the bathroom.

"Santi, can I have my panties back?"

"Nope," he grins positively merrily. "I'm going to frame them and put them next to the stain on my desk."

You roll your eyes, unsure if he's joking or not, but judging by the look on his face, you think not.

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Additional warnings (ending spoilers):

*illusions to infidelity/cheating (it's not I promise)/ role playing

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lemotmo · 18 days

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I need to say something...

I've seen quite a few Buddie fans confused and ashamed on my dash lately. Mostly because they feel guilty for not liking Tommy or the bucktommy storyline for various reasons. Some of them even feel anxiety about how the storyline will proceed and resolve. I responded to one of those posts earlier and I'm going to post my response here again for everyone who needs to hear it:

Never feel bad about not liking a character or a storyline. This is fandom and in my opinion all takes are valid. Take it from someone who has been in various fandoms for 24 years now. (Yes, I am that old ;)

If it will make you feel a little better: I don't particularly like Tommy that much either. I mean, I don't hate him but I feel pretty neutral about him. I can superficially see that he is a good guy that likes Buck. And I love him for making Buck feel good and helping him out of the closet. Let it be known that I'm a big fan of bi Buck and I'm so happy that 911 went there with him.

But personally I'm pretty 'meh' about Tommy and when he leaves in a couple of episodes I'll be okay with that. I've also seen some people that have fallen in love with him and want to keep him around. All these takes are valid and more than okay. As long as you respect other people's opinions and thoughts about a character it's all okay. Don't go out of your way to hate-post about him, because you aren't a 14-year old and it's just really distasteful. But, you also can't force yourself to like a character if the feeling is not there.

The same goes for a storyline. I'm okay with the bucktommy storyline at this moment, but I do want it to be temporary, because I want Buddie in the future. And yes, if bucktommy were here to stay, I would be very disappointed in that storyline. I haven't been watching, waiting and hoping for Buddie for 6 years to end up with both guys in another relationship.

And again, that is a valid take and those are valid emotions. It's all okay as long as you are respectful towards the people that do love Buck and Tommy together.

I cope with it by curating my fandom experience. I block haters (whether they hate on Buddie or Bucktommy), avoid bucktommy fanfiction and stay away from the bucktommy tag on Tumblr.

I don't avoid posts on my dash or in the Buddie or spoiler tag that are also tagged bucktommy. I read them, like or respond to some of them. Sometimes I even reblog them if they are interesting and have a link to Eddie or Buddie.

Lastly, don't give up on Buddie yet. I have a feeling things might get interesting the next couple of episodes. Only time will tell if I'm right about this.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 anxiety #this needed to be said

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bippot · 6 months

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Pretty please write a Mike Schmidt for me, my sweet dear friend that has made it very clear to me that she's back in her Josh Hutcherson phase? I know that you want to! I'll love you more than I already do ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

I love the Josh Hutcherson renaissance! I've been seeing more Future Man love and content out there and that's great! It's one of my favourite shows. And there something about the FNAF movie that just has crack in it or something cause I've watched it 3 times in the past week.

Summary: Mike and Abby move into a new apartment with a new neighbour, but Mike's old mundane responsibilities still persist. That's okay, his neighbour and her dog are prepared to entertain Abby for as long as he needs.

Additional Tags: Moving, Babysitting, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Caretaking, Minor Spoilers, Mike Schmidt Needs a Hug (Five Nights at Freddy's)

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The Schmidt siblings returned to their home after the events at pizzeria and Mike immediately knew that they had to move. The sight of his aunt's dead body on the floor was something that would stick in his brain for a hot minute, and truthfully, he'd seen far too many corpses in the span of 24 hrs than he ever thought was possible.

Vanessa's stabbing and Aunt Jane's murder was reported to the police by the Schmidt's as being done by the same killer - because it kinda was, but also not, but it was thanks to his murderous influence so yeah - although the killer in question hadn't been found when the cops did a sweep of the pizzeria.

So, Mike found a small apartment not that far from Abby's school and they began the process of settling in there. He assumed they'd live in their childhood home until Abby was grown up and wanted to go away to college or get a place of her own, but that wasn't the case.

This new home was smaller and cheaper than the old Schmidt residence, plus it didn't come with a lifetime of memories attached to it. It was an improvement, Mike had to keep reminding himself of that fact as he hauled what few belongings he had left into the back of his car.

All the stuff that wouldn't fit had been sold off and Mike was sad to see a lot of his parents stuff go but it helped him acquire some well needed pocket cash for gas or whatever school supplies Abby needed. Whatever was left was transferred into room 34 of the Greystone apartments.

It was a long process, mostly because Abby was at school and the only other person who'd Mike would ask to help was still recovering. That meant that he had to lift every single box up three flights of stairs since the elevator was currently broken. Or, at least that was what he thought.

After making three trips, door 32 opened and a sweet voice asked, "Would you like some help?" Mike nearly dropped the two boxes he'd stacked precariously in his arms as he spun around to put a face to the voice.

Just his luck! His neighbour was a total babe. To anyone else that would've been excellent news, but to Mike, this ensured that he'd be nervous as hell when entering and exiting his own apartment because his mind would have to be alert in case she wanted to talk to him and get a response that was more than incoherent mumbling.

Look, he wasn't a socially awkward guy. Socially avoidant was the term he preferred. He could hold a conversation with a person, with a woman. With a woman he found attractive on the other hand? Well, he hadn't done that in a while. He was more than a little rusty.

Thankfully, this neighbour didn't seem to notice how weirdly out of his depth he felt. Instead, she nodded towards the boxes he'd been piling outside his front door. "Need a hand with those?" she inquired, voice smooth and melodious like an angel.

He swallowed hard, feeling stupid, but somehow answered anyway, "If you don't mind, yeah, please." It came out sounding like he was choking on his words which, given that he had formed coherent sentences in her presence, was the best he was going to get for now.

"Do you have a U-haul truck full?"

"I, uh, folded the seats down of my Accord and shoved, yeah, shoved e-everything in the back."

"Oh. Smart." She closed her door and gestured for them to start walking towards the exit, and he was happy to oblige. "I'm Y/N, by the way."

"Mike."

Mike wanted to say something, to strike up some really interesting conversation that would have her hanging onto each word he said with rapt attention - but his words died before he could utter them. There were just... no words, no topic of choice, nothing. His tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth. If he tried to speak, he might choke and die.

That would be bad. Really bad.

Y/N didn't seem to mind. She could talk for the both of them, it seemed. Honestly, he wasn't sure what she was saying. He wasn't focused on that. No, he was focused on everything else about her, every movement, every breath, the way her hair fell in her eyes, the way her lips curled into a half smile whenever she made a joke and how it curled even farther up when she laughed. He couldn't stop staring.

Sometimes, he felt like he was a bit of a weirdo. It was a conscious effort of his to notice as much as he possibly could about someone he's meeting for the first time and doesn't understand yet, but there were times - far too many times - when he zeroed in on details that didn't need that much scrutiny. Like, why did she have a very faint scar on the inside of her right bicep? Or pen on her left wrist? Or why was she looking at him like she had asked a question and was waiting for him to respond?

Oh. Because she had asked a question and was waiting for him to respond.

That'll do it.

"Sorry, I totally spaced out. What, umm... what did you say?"

"I asked which car was yours."

It was obvious. It was the Honda they were standing in front of that was filled with cardboard boxes.

"Yeah, this is it. Here we are. This is my car."

"You don't say."

Before Mike could stop himself, he rolled his eyes. It was a good natured, amused roll, but a roll nonetheless. He smiled to himself as he opened the boot and began taking out all the boxes he deemed worthy of carrying to his apartment on this trip.

Together, they got everything from the car into his apartment without too much fuss. It took a while so there had been a few awkward silences, but Mike was slowly progressing in his effort to talk to her without tripping over his feet and ending up flat on his ass. He managed to get his words out without making a complete idiot of himself. It was slow progress, but progress nonetheless.

By the time his belongings were safely in his apartment, it was time to pick Abby up from school.

"To say, to say thank you, would you - you can say no, obviously, - Abby and I are going to order pizza for dinner as a celebration of this place. And because we don't have any groceries yet. If you'd like to, yeah, I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you wanted to join us?" he blurted out in one large breath as they stood in their opposite doorways, half in half out of their living rooms.

"I'd love to, but I'm busy...doing things. Doing stuff."

"Oh. Yeah, of course. Maybe, yeah, maybe another time, then?"

"Uh... Sure, sounds good."

They both looked awkward, and neither of them moved for a beat too long until Mike realised that if he didn't leave soon, he was going to be late for pick up. He gave her one final shy wave before rushing to the stairwell.

Abby wasn't told about the nice, pretty girl from next door that he'd been an idiot in front of so when they'd returned from grocery shopping the very next day and Mike was talking to some lady in the newly fixed elevator, she was a little confused. Because she knew her brother. Her brother didn't get people he'd never spoken to before to smile at him like that.

"Hi Mike," Y/N greeted softly as they approached, giving the dachshund at her feet a gentle tug so he'd give the siblings more space to stand. "I'm guessing you went grocery shopping."

Correct. The hand that wasn't holding Abby's had three heavy grocery bags in it.

"Y/N, hey!" Her brother grinned in a way Abby had never seen before. His cheeks flushed slightly and he cleared his throat, his grin turning shy. "This is Abby. This is my sister Abby."

Something akin to relief flashed across Y/N's face. "Nice to meet you, Abby. Mike mentioned you yesterday, but he didn't tell me how cool your shoes are." She crouched down to pretend to get a better look. "Cupcakes are cool."

Abby giggled at the compliment and pushed her nose into Mike's side. She wrapped her fingers around the edge of her brother's bicep and at the fabric there so he'd lean down for her to whisper in his ear. "She asks, can she pet your dog please? Pretty please?" he repeated. "Why she couldn't ask you, I don't know."

"Tater here would love to be petted."

On cue, Tater barked excitedly and wagged his tail at the prospect of being fussed over. Abby cooed loudly and reached out her hand to pet his head. As soon as her fingertips touched his fur, he leaned into her touch and licked her hand enthusiastically. Abby shrieked in delight at the attention, her small hands flailing wildly for a second before reaching out to stroke Tater's ears. Mike could see the joy in the kid's bright eyes and it sent warmth pooling in his chest.

With Abby occupied, Y/N felt the need to clarify, "I was under the impression yesterday that Abby was your girlfriend."

"Ew, gross."

"That's why I was weird about the pizza. I didn't want to third wheel, you know? Sorry I jumped to a completely wrong conclusion."

At that, the corners of Mike's lips twisted upwards. His shoulders relaxed a fraction as he breathed a quiet sigh. Thank God he didn't weird her out with his odd behaviour.

"No, no, I get it. I'm a guy and I mentioned a girl. It...it makes, well, it makes sense to jump to conclusions, actually." A spark of boldness appeared all of a sudden and forced him to inquire, "Would you have stayed if I had made it very clear that Abby is ten years old and my sister?"

"I would've." Y/N replied instantly. Not missing a beat, she added, "I love free pizza," with a smirk.

Ding. They reached their floor and went their separate ways for now. Abby had to be told quite a few times to stop stroking Tater and come inside, but she was reluctant to. That dog had charmed her to the core, it seemed. Eventually, Abby reluctantly complied and followed her older brother into their apartment.

No more than ten minutes later, Y/N heard someone knocking on her door and opened it to find little Abby on the other side all by herself. "Hey Abby, you okay?" Y/N asked with a warm smile.

"Can I play with Tater some more please?" The little girl put on the most cutesy, pleading smile she could muster and batted her eyelashes in order to make it all the more convincing.

"Did you ask your brother?"

"He's in the shower."

So that's a no. Y/N pursed her lips as she thought of a response. Obviously, Mike would freak out if the child in his care was at a stranger's place without his permission. She had no idea about Abby's temperament either. Would she scream and shout if she wasn't given what she wanted? Would she beg? Or would she just be content and go back to whatever she had been doing in her own home?

"Let me just get a lead." Y/N disappeared from view for a minute and Abby was fully prepared for disappointment so she opened the door to her apartment, just listening for the sound of Y/N's door locking. Yet, she was soon reappearing with the weiner dog on a leash.

The pair sat in their opened doorways and fussed over Tater with enthusiasm only children possessed, ignoring the occasional looks from their neighbours who had to step over the situation to get to their homes. The corridor was filled with girly giggles and the occasional happy yap from the puppy as it happily accepted each scratch and pat Abby gave him.

Mike came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and was fully expecting to walk into his room to get changed directly afterwards. That didn't happen straight away. He noticed the opened door before the chatter and rushed to check that his sister was safe and still in the confines of their new home.

Maybe she was talking to those dead kids again. That was not something he needed right now.

"Abby?" he called out tentatively, but upon hearing no response other than more giggles, Mike stepped closer to the door and was rather confused as to why his sister was sitting in the doorway.

Y/N's eyes widened the moment sexy, dripping wet Mike appeared in view. She gulped nervously and took in his attire for a split second, trying her best not to stare too openly at his body. It was a struggle at best and she had to take a deep breath.

"Look Mike, Tater can do tricks!" Abby cheered happily when she noticed her brother coming closer. "Tater, play dead."

The dog did exactly as the girl said and rolled onto its back, exposing his belly in a way that was just asking for rubs. And Abby was overjoyed to give them to him. Mike couldn't help chuckling at the sight of his sister, who he was pretty sure had instigated all of this, laughing like crazy as she scratched Tater behind the ear, his tongue hanging out of his mouth while he let out pleased barks.

"You're such a good boy," she praised, patting his head gently and causing the dog to roll over again. "Can we get a dog?"

"Well, uh-" He paused, "Can we have this conversation when I have clothes on?" The girl frowned but nodded her head nonetheless. "Great. I will do that then. I'll get some, uh huh, I will stop being so naked now. I promise."

Subtly, Y/N hid her laugh behind her hand as she watched the scene before her unfold. It was adorable watching him struggle to find words.

Sitting together and playing around with Tater in their doorways became a daily occurrence for the girls. Abby would get home from school and count down the minutes till Y/N came back from work, only to turn to look at her brother expectantly. "Can I?" she'd ask every time, and he'd say yes every time. It became a routine between them, one that gave Mike free time to look for a new job.

And eventually, he did find one. It wasn't exactly ideal. The hours were long and overlapped with after school time, but it was in the day, and it ensured that they'd get 20% off their groceries. The supermarket in town was looking for shelf stockers. The pay wasn't spectacular, but it was liveable. There wasn't much customer interaction. His main focus was to refill the shelves and that was it, nothing beyond that.

No animatronics. No ghost kids. No serial murderers - as far as he knew. And definitely no Balloon Boy.

Originally, he wasn't going to take the job. But, he happened to mention it to Y/N one day and she immediately tried to squash his worries. "I can pick Abby up from school on my way home from work and she can hang out here until your shift is over. No biggie," she reasoned, placing her hand reassuringly against his bicep and flashing a smile at him. Mike was hesitant, at first.

On the other hand, Abby was not. She loved being in Y/N's apartment. It looked nicer than their apartment because Y/N had decorations and nicknacks to look at, and a sofa that was far more comfortable than the old, busted one they had, and Tater was there with all his toys and treats. And Y/N had cable too so that meant they could watch Malcolm in the Middle when it was on.

Abby was planning to grab onto this opportunity with both hands as soon as it presented itself.

Y/N arrived at Abby's school and was greeted by the child running towards her excitedly. Her backpack thumped along on her back loudly and her curls jumped as she bounced up and down, clearly very excited to spend her evening with Y/N (primarily Y/N's dog, but hey).

"Hi Y/N!"

"Hi Abs, you ready to go?"

She nodded frantically, a huge grin forming on her cheeks as she handed Y/N a piece of paper. "I drew this for you!" she informed proudly, pointing to a cute little drawing of a very familiar looking puppy curled up in his doggy bed.

Looking at the drawing, Y/N's eyes softened. "Wow! Thank you! It's really, really really good," she praised with genuine happiness as she ruffled the top of Abby's head. "Do you think Tater will like it? Shall we show him?"

That question was all it took to convince the girl to be well behaved and not complain about traffic they had to sit through to get home. She just bobbed her head along to the radio softly, tapping her feet along to the beat on the ground. By the end of the journey, she even began humming to the tunes, making sure to keep her voice quiet enough that she thought Y/N wouldn't be able to hear her singing. Y/N could.

"I missed you!" Abby squealed as soon as she saw the dog lying on his side asleep by the living room couch. She quickly hopped on the floor next to him and started stroking his soft fur. "Tater, wake up so we can play," she whispered, petting him under his chin and hoping he might at least stir awake. After a few more seconds, he finally stirred awake, his little tail swinging from side to side the moment he realised who was stroking him.

Tater attacked Abby with wet, sloppy dog kisses, causing her to giggle uncontrollably at every lick. Y/N stood beside the couch and laughed at the scene before her. The little girl was a picture of pure joy as Tater licked and slobbered all over her face, causing her to fall backwards onto the carpeted floor and cry out in delight.

If anyone deserved to be spoiled rotten, it was Abby. In fact, both of the remaining Schmidts deserved to be fussed over and Y/N was prepared to do just that to them for as long as they allowed her to.

Mike arrived home from his shift at the grocery store tired and sore. Most of his day had been spent lifting boxes from the storage room out onto the floor with only a single person helping him. And it hadn't helped that his coworker was an older lady - she was kind to him but there was no way she was carrying half of this shit - so he literally did all of the heavy lifting. His back ached badly, which didn't help his mood in the slightest.

However, as he entered Y/N's apartment - they no longer knocked and just walked in these days - and was faced the sight of Abby grating cheese at the kitchen counter as Y/N warned, "Careful of your fingies, don't wanna accidentally cut yourself. Take it slow, honey."

A sweet smile stretched across his lips as he closed the door behind him and made his way towards the two women. Neither of them seemed to notice, clearly too engrossed in preparing their dinner to see as he silently leant against the kitchen door frame and watched them carefully.

At some point, Y/N had braided Abby's hair and obviously Abby wanted to return the favour but wasn't all that good at it as the end of Y/N's locks were all bushy and tangled, the ends curling up into knots and sticking out from underneath the bobble. He chuckled to himself quietly, thus gaining the attention of the both of them instantly.

"How long have you been there, creeper?" Abby asked, giving her brother a dirty glare and earning her a chuckle from him once more.

"Long enough," he replied and shrugged his shoulders. "What are we cooking?"

"Y/N's teaching me how to make Cowboy Pie."

His eyebrow raised in amusement. "Is that so?" he hummed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Why do you never want to help when I cook, huh?"

"You don't cook. You just heat stuff up."

"Oh yeah? I see how it is," he snickered, but was quick to ask, "Well, you two need any help?" and turned his gaze to Y/N, who simply shook her head.

"Go relax. We've got this," she said dismissively, waving him away with the wooden spoon still in her hand. "Don't we, Abs?" She poked the nodding girl in the cheek affectionately. "See? Everything is alright. Go sit with Tater."

She gave him a gentle push with her hip, prompting him to move into the living room without another word. He sat on the couch and placed his bag by his feet, letting out a huge sigh as his ass hit the soft cushion. He rested his elbows on his knees, placed his chin on his palms and leaned forward so he could see into the kitchen.

Watching the duo cook together was mesmerising. A warm feeling filled his chest and spread throughout his entire body - like fire but not uncomfortable, more comforting, like home. Y/N had such a loving smile on her face while Abby looked content and beamed whenever she was allowed to stir the pot or throw in the ingredients. They were like peas in a pod, Y/N taking care of everything and doing all the things that included knives while Abby tried to follow instructions.

He was completely lost in the scene in front of him until something small and furry pressed itself against his leg. He glanced down and smiled upon seeing the dachshund's black nose pressing up against the side of his pant legs. The dog wagged his tail and then looked up at him, staring with his wide brown eyes, almost pleading for attention. Mike couldn't say no to Tater so he bent down to scratch gently behind his floppy ears.

"Hiya, boy," he murmured happily. "Us guys have got to stick together, right? Can't let the girls boss us around now, can we?" Tater barked and wagged his whole body as if to agree with him.

That meal had to be the best he'd ever had, or at least remembered having. It was mainly potato, sausage, beans and cheese, but somehow, they'd managed to make it taste extra good. Tater was given a sausage or two, so he was beyond happy and fell asleep directly after dinner.

Abby was in a similar state. She'd cleaned her plate then asked for more, which was fine because there was leftovers for her to get through. Her belly was full and she was exhausted, so that meant she could probably sleep through the night. She even fell asleep against Mike's shoulder half way through the episode of Family Feud.

Honestly, Mike was close to dozing off too but kept himself awake long enough to pick his sister up and carry her to her bed. "She's out like a light, how did you do that?" he asked Y/N curiously, his arms wrapped around Abby so she didn't fall out of his grip and slump to the corridor floor.

"It was all Tater," she joked, gesturing towards the passed out puppy lying on his back between the gap between the two couch cushions. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Yeah, yeah please."

"Goodnight Mike," Y/N smiled, moving in to peck his cheek before disappearing behind her door.

Once she was gone, Mike released a large exhale through his nose, his eyes now wide open and fixed on the crooked 32 number plate on the wood. He wiggled one hand free and straightened it up, then brought his fingertip to where her lips had just been on his skin and smiled faintly.

"Goodnight Y/N."

Every day was similar to that one - obviously there were slight variations where Abby didn't eat as much, or Tater decided to be yappy that day, or Y/N didn't feel like cooking and ordered something in, or Mike was grumpier - but they were all better than before. Their lives weren't exactly perfect, but this was close enough, really.

For now.

"My boss offered me some more hours, just in time for the holidays - and it's a big upgrade in pay -"

"That sounds great, Mike. What's the 'but'?" Y/N frowned as she placed some freshly cooked lasagna on a plate and placed it in front of Mike.

"It's night shifts and a weekend or two." He shoved a fork full into his mouth, chewing it slowly before swallowing and continuing, "You've done so much already and asking you to look after Abby for the entire night... it's too much, you shouldn't have to-"

"Mike-"

"I'll pay you. I promise. Abby told me she wants that Robotic Puppy thing for her present and that's $40 and I said I get that for her to make up for the fact I won't let her get a real dog. Factor in groceries. And bills. And..." he began mumbling to himself, working out all the math in his head. He'd never been all that good at maths.

There was a beat of silence before Y/N let out a small chuckle. "Mike," she sighed again, placing her hand gently on top of his, "It's okay. Really, it is. This isn't a big deal at all. I love spending time with Abby and she loves sleepovers."

Recently, there had been a development in Abby's social life; one that involved more hanging out with her friend outside of school. The new friend had been a late addition to the class and was rather shy, so when she spent her time reading right next to where Abby was drawing, they began their quiet friendship.

"And the weekends?"

"Well, I get Sundays off and Saturdays she can come to work with me. There's always a bunch of kids her age in the library on Saturdays. Yeah, it's all the nerd kids," Y/N explained with a laugh whilst pouring two glasses of wine and handing one to Mike. "Relax, Mikey."

With a final deep breath, he nodded his head, his expression changing as he took a sip of wine. "Okay," he breathed and smiled softly. "Thank you. For today. And last week too. And all the times before that."

"Yeah, no problem," she shrugged casually and sipped from her glass as well, trying her hardest to keep the flush off her face.

Working nights again was not something Mike thought he'd ever do again, yet this time, the scenery was far less alive. No, instead it was just dark and cold. And this time, he actually had job responsibilities and couldn't fall asleep at a desk. He had to lift and sort and clean and sweep and tidy and organise and price check and restock. It was boring, mind numbing and absolutely exhausting and he just wanted to go home to sleep and forget about it all.

What was waiting for him when he got home was something else. Something different, something better.

After putting Abby to bed, Y/N had fallen asleep on the living room sofa, a blanket draped around her and a book about to slip from her fingers. Mike knelt beside the couch and grabbed the book and placed it on the coffee table before giving in to the temptation to brush her hair behind her ear, letting his fingertips linger on her cheek.

"Mike?" Y/N murmured, her eyelids fluttering slightly as her eyes met his own, causing him to bolt away and stand up straight.

"Oh! Sorry," he stuttered, clearing his throat. and scratching at his cheek with a little too much force. "Um, sorry. Didn't mean to wake you."

Y/N yawned and stretched, leaning on her elbow and resting her head on her hands as she regarded him. "How was work? Anything interesting happen?" she asked quietly, her voice still sounding sleepy. She ran a hand through her messy hair, messing it up even more and looking adorably groggy, and he had to admit it was kinda hot.

"Not really. The same as usual just at night, I guess."

A hum left her throat and she closed her eyes briefly. When they opened again, they were glimmering with sleepy tears, making them sparkle beautifully. His heart swelled with so much emotion, he couldn't help but stare at them and sigh.

"Abby is -" She yawned again. "Abby's is in my bed. You can leave her there if you want," she murmured, her voice fading to barely a whisper. "You tired? You look it."

"Yeah."

Thanks to the darkness of the room and the bagginess of his clothes, he had the same general shape of a teddy bear - all soft and curly with big brown eyes. That paired with Y/N sleepy kind of not fully woken up state meant that she whispered, "Come here," and held her arms open invitingly. He hesitated for a moment, before finally deciding that he couldn't turn this opportunity down. He crawled onto the sofa and lay down next to her, putting as much distance in between their bodies as he could, which wasn't a lot.

It would've felt awkward to anyone else, but for the two of them it was natural; comfortable and intimate. Y/N snuggled up next to Mike until her head rested comfortably on his chest and he put an arm around her, pulling her as close as possible.

"Y/N?"

"Hmmm...?" she hummed sleepily, her hands coming up under her chin on his chest, looking up at him through her lashes. He looked at her, mesmerised by the gentle glow of the light emanating from the tv screen behind him, before gazing down at her lips, feeling a blush creep up on his neck. He licked his lips nervously and swallowed thickly before he could think twice about what he was going to say next.

"I like you," he admitted bluntly without any preamble, and his eyes widened slightly as soon as the words were uttered. They flew past the tip of his tongue, begging to leave him, and the truth was out there now. In the open and therefore there was no backing out. "Jesus, that made me sound like a middle schooler."

Y/N blinked several times, processing what he said, before smiling warmly and reaching up and stroking his cheek gently. Mike's eyes fluttered shut at her touch, and he leaned into her hand with a contented sigh. "I like you too," she whispered, her smile growing wider and her thumb brushing along his cheek bone tenderly.

"So, um, should we maybe..." he started awkwardly, unsure where he wanted things to go from there.

"In the morning?"

"Good idea."

They fell asleep almost immediately after saying goodnight, holding each other tightly as they slept in a dreamless slumber. A slumber that was cut short when Abby woke them up with a very loud gasp, waking the both of them up. They rubbed at their eyes with the heels of their palms and looked over at Abby who stared at them with wide eyes.

Cheeks flushing red under his sister's scrutiny, Mike burrowed his face in Y/N's shoulder, who just chuckled and curled her hand into his curly hair.

"What's the time, Abs?"

"7:23" came the reply as she pointed at the digital clock on the wall above the TV.

Mike let out a groan of annoyance and pushed his nose further into Y/N. It seemed that once he got some affection, he didn't want to let go. She didn't seem to mind though and laughed softly, shifting a bit to accommodate him.

Or was it to accommodate Abby?

Because Y/N offered, "Well, it's Sunday and there's enough space for three so wanna join, honey?" and Abby was jumping at the chance, clambering on the couch until the girl was lying entirely on top of her brother like a weighted blanket that got slightly heavier as Tater joined in too and curled up between his knees. He grunted at the unexpected cuddle pile but got used to it quickly.

"What do you want for breakfast when we get up?" Y/N asked Abby, stroking her hair away from her face as the child yawned.

"Pop Tarts?"

"I second that," Mike mumbled.

"Pop Tarts it is then," Y/N agreed with a small nod

Somehow, life had got even better.

#mike schmidt #mike schimdt x reader #five nights at freddy's

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aerequets · 1 year

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Hello again!

I was wondering if you had any spy x family fic recs that are twiyor centric? AUs? I’m having trouble finding ones that are what I’m looking for. Ratings don’t matter. Anything from G to E would be appreciated! Thank you!!

boy oh BOY do i have twiyor fic recs !!!! it's like basically all i read LMAO and i am always on a hunt for more. i feel like i have read through a good chunk of what's on ao3 and i still feel starved. there's always my bookmarks you can sift through for twiyor fics, but for some more curated recommendations (and this is not gonna include all the ones i've lost my mind over, that's far too many, this is just what i can remember off the top of my head):

the living blues by @nire-the-mithridatist

GOD it would be such an understatement to say i am a huge fan of not only this work but EVERY WORK by this author because SHE HAS A WAY WITH WORDS OKAY. i avoid angst like the plague but i saw the happy ending tag to this fic and IT DIDN'T DISAPPOINT (chapter 6 is gonna be an epilogue)!!!!!!! AUGHHH this isnt even a good review im just yelling but yeah this is really good and also pretty much everything else by this author, i'll say it now so this list doesn't have numerous fics by the same person just do yourself a favor and read through what she's got if you haven't already

rated T, 5/6 chapters, currently 14k words

(edit: completed!)

With Kid Gloves by crownofrosegold on ao3

4 words: Mr Darcy Hand Flex

rated G, 1/2 chapters, currently 2.5k words

(edit: completed!)

the most yearning, pining, longing fic ever with the least physical touch ever. loid traces yor's gloves in his pocket with his thumb and its somehow intimate. yeah

it's been a hot minute since it's updated but the first chap can kinda be read as a standalone (to me) which is why i rec, even though i personally only go after finished fics for my own sanity :^) also its just too darn cute how can i not

How to Be a Supportive Husband by @nemaliwrites

rated T, 1/1 chapters, 910 words

short and sweet drabble of the most simpiest loid post reveal. what more could you want

MISSION: Bottom Feeder by SilverSupa on ao3

rated T, 2/4 chapters, currently 9.5k words

this one is just too good and funny LMAOO yor and loid are Peak Stupid and also Peak Attracted To Each Other so it's just. mm good mix. this one's also been a hot second since it's last update but i love it too much so its on this list

even when we're not together (will you stay with me?) by JaMills on ao3

rated T, 1/1 chapters, 4.5k words

gosh this is another one of those super good reads that make you sit and think after you're done. soulmate AU where they swap bodies as children until they meet. personally i'm not the most dedicated reader of aus where yor and loid meet as kids, but the way its handled here is just so good and adds to the story. it's also part of a series and the next installment is equally as good. this is another one of those authors that has a lot of quality stuff (although there's a good dash of angst which i keep my distance from JKFHISDH) so look through their page!

Enough by Frotu on ao3

rated T, 1/1 chapters, 4k words

EHEHE THIS ONE HAS ME GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET FR it is soooo cute. typical thing of yors coworkers getting into her head, she asks loid if what they have is enough, and... well.... you can read what happens from there ;] (spoiler: it's very cute)

a dream in charmeuse by selfetish (@selfetishizing ) on ao3

rated T, 2/2 chapters, 12k words

oh gosh, the prose in this is just?? so insanely good??? its such a pretty read. this is twiyor, yes, but it's also a deep dive into femininity and yor's understanding/rediscovery of it. i remember the first time i read it the opening scene of the first chapter was just so GOOD to me, i was like OMG i am not gonna forget this this is so iconic AND IT IS!!!!! i love me a good yor centric fic. we usually get more of twilight contemplation (i mean he has got the whole mission thing going on and hes our resident overthinker so, understandable) but this was such a nice look into yor's..,, like, fundamental building blocks?? if that makes sense?? its just good ok read it

"The Five Times Loid Forger Went Topless In Front of His Wife and the One Time She Reciprocated" Or “Bare-Chested in Berlint” by Talik_Sanis on ao3

rated M, 6/6 chapters, 17.5k words

that title should tell you all you need to know right LMAOOO it's just yor being incredibly horny, like embarrassingly so. she lacks a grip

again this is just 8 fics, where my bookmarks list are over 200 (yeesh) so feel free to look through those. i've also got some fics, most of which are twiyor lmao (brainrot i told you). and don't forget to show these awesome authors some love!

#fic recs #sxf fic #spy x family #sxf #spy x family fic #fanfic

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biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer · 16 hours

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TKATB - Theories, wahoo.

This will contain spoilers for Days 1 and 2 of @fantasia-kitt 's 'The Kid At The Back', along with containing mentions of material found on her Twitter (https://twitter.com/fantasia_kitt).

This is mostly based off things I've picked apart and/or kinda pieced together. If you feel I'm incorrect, or am missing something; hell, if you have any theories of your own, please share!

Anyway, the actual theories (apologies in advance if the rambling is...uh...too rambly).

- Okay, so considering the fact Jess was moved into the ‘Lower Class’ school, it means that she either failed a class or got a ‘violation’ (those are the conditions for being moved down, according to Hyugo). Brittney mentioned how ‘confident and loud’ Jess is when she’s angry, and Brittney apparently was popular at some point, but lost it at the party (it was mentioned a few times by Deryl) 2 years ago due to an incident. I think maybe Brittney was being bullied and Jess lost her shit, maybe even got physical? And that led to the duo being sent to the ‘Lower Class’ school.

- Subaru (Geo) and Hyugo are mentioned to be brothers, but Hyugo says “Subaru! I wasn’t expecting to see you here!”, which could mean Geo (due to him being rich af) was moved down as well??? Hyugo and Geo are brothers but have different surnames, so I have a feeling (also because Geo is said to have daddy issues by Fantasia herself), that maybe Subaru Oogami and Hyugo Sugimoto aren’t related.

- Continuing that, Hyugo is the ‘traitor’ that the ‘Rough-Voiced Man’ was looking for in the cinema, so he’s obviously affilated with some dodgy people, and we know he hates injustice, so perhaps he is a mercenary or assassin of sorts (he did canonically kill somebody, with Sol witnessing it, check Fantasia’s twitter); and that could be why Geo avoids him? Hell, why does Subaru even go by Geo? Is it a codename, like Geo Sugimoto, is he hiding his real identity?

- With the person who threatened MC and their father with taking the farm, and the Marie Antoinette references, maybe the ‘handsome man’ is Crowe’s father? Hell, maybe even Eries, the fuchsia-eyed celebrity Jess loves. Along with that, the 'moral' I suppose of her biography was along the lines of: change is inevitable, either you deny it, or accept it. It'll happen anyway, what changes is your role and reaction to it (say you choose Crowe, Sol'll lose his marbles; if you choose Sol, Crowe might move on...unless he's also insane but I doubt it).

- Flowers seem to be important symbolism-wise, like the carnation and passionflower mentions made by Crowe (carnations can mean love for someone, or purity if white, or rejection/disappointment if yellow. Passionflowers mean renewal and hope I think). Brugmansia is also a poisonous flower, so it hints to Sol being a ‘poison’ that could kill us.

- I've seen this mentioned by @sweet-herbal-peach-tea (I'm sorry for tagging you anon, I wanted to credit you; also check their theories out as well anons), but I'll add it here anyway: With the prominence of Edgar Allan Poe's 'Annabel Lee', it could hint to Sol having loved us either in a past life...or...maybe we - the MC - look identical to a past lover of his, one who maybe passed; and he's deluded himself into thinking we are them?

Now for my favourite ones:

- The Hallow’s Ball, the event Deryl mentions on the groupchat, is on Friday. Assuming the game will be 7 days long and that Day 1 is Monday, that means Day 5 is crucial. It could be a catalyst, hell it may even decide what ending you get (Fantasia said there’ll probably be about 5, 1 true, 2 good, 2 bad; albeit that could change). Geo mentions he doesn’t want to go, neither does Brittney, but I think she will due to the fact Jess is. It may decide whether you choose Crowe or Sol, along with finalising relations with the other characters. - Hyugo also mentions ‘taking care of Sol for him’, implying his absence…or even death. Hyugo pulls a gun on a person who seems to know him, maybe the boss of a crime syndicate? Hyugo hates injustice, so maybe the missing persons cases are being caused by people Hyugo knows, and he wants to stop them? I think if Hyugo vanishes (hell, it’s already known that he doesn’t always show up to class), so that might be a way to get more info out of Geo.

That’s all I got off the top of my head lol, if it seems janky, I'm sorry. ;^

And uuh...yeah. This is my first Tumblr post so yeah. Love this Visual Novel and cannot wait to see more! (Especially of Geode lmfao).

#the kid at the back sol #geo subaru oogami #sol brugmansia #the kid at the back #tkatb sol #crowe ichabod #jericho crowe ichabod #hyugo sugimoto #tkatb hyugo #the kid at the back hyugo #geo oogami #tkatb vn #brittney claire #jessie sitrus #deryl helianthus #i love this visual novel so much #repost #reminder that geo is superior #geo(de)

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incorrectshantaequotes · 19 days

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Okay, so! Few days late to this - as in, nearly a week late - but in all fairness, absolutely NO ONE was posting about this on the Shantae tag, so I feel like I can be excused. Anyway, for those of you who don't know, on April 5th, WayForward actually released about 15+ minutes of gameplay footage for Risky Revolution, which you can watch here!

youtube

Now, we don't really get any story details beyond what we already know, very specifically to avoid big spoilers, but there are a few interesting details I'd like to note (it'll be under a read more for anyone who wants to go into Shantae Advance completely blind)

Firstly, and perhaps most exciting to me, we are in fact getting unique bosses! This is evident by the sign that's read in front of the first dungeon, located in Orc Orchard:

Now, we don't know ANYTHING about these bosses, other than that they've kidnapped Mimic's fellow Relic Hunters and one of them is named MishMash, but there is a trailer at the end of the video, and there we do get some footage of what I suspect to be some of the bosses

Faaaaaairly certain the pink one is MishMash; the arena matches the dungeon they're in, so...yeah. Blue one is a complete unknown but may I just say they are KILLING it out there. You go you weird little freak

Anyway! Moving on from that little tidbit, some other things to note:

Rotty is actually part of the main group from the start!

Which is very nice and all for her, but considering that this is all, canonically, the second game in the series...dramatic irony is rearing its head right now, ESPECIALLY with Sky, so I can't help but look at this and go "uh oh."

Also, Rotty is the shopkeeper. And I would like to direct all the Shantops shippers directly to the exact pose Rotty goes into while you look through the shop

She is down so fucking bad it's unbelievable. My god. Rotty Shantae is busy looking for potions to survive her next fight she's not going to notice you sitting flirtatiously like that especially when you barely know each other at this point. Girl

And for one final note, we've also gotten a look at the Crab form for this game! Which is a completely different design compared to what Half-Genie Hero gave us

More hermit crab compared to the original. If you consider the scrapped fiddler crab design from Half-Genie Hero this means Shantae has three different crab designs. There is a carcinization joke to be made here I know it

#shantae #not a quote #shantae risky revolution #shantae advance

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absurdthirst · 2 years

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Forgotten Love {Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 17.1k

Warnings: Confessions & angst, car crashes, mentions of death, amnesia, drugs & drinking, gun violence, kidnappings, canon style violence, gun violence, oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, slightly cum play

Comments: You were a childhood friend of Javi Gutierrez, falling in love with him. When you tell him how you feel, you are crushed to learn that he doesn’t feel the same way. Rushing away from him and having an accident that makes you completely forget him, until you tag along to a billionaire’s birthday party where there are supposed to be famous actors in attendance.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

A/N: This loosely follows the movie The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent but we realized we are horrible at remembering, having only seen it once.

** The Nic Cage portrayed in this story is the character from TUWOMT and not the real life actor Nicolas Cage. The character is one that the actor in question played himself. Therefore, this is NOT RPF

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You are the best friend that he could have ever asked for. Possibly at times his only friend. Allowed on the compound whenever you wanted, you would come to play with him, watch movies with him and for a while, Javi would feel normal. It didn’t matter that he was older than you. You didn’t have any expectations of him, there weren’t any of the stern lectures about how he was supposed to act a certain way or be less emotional. It was okay that he liked movies that made him cry when he was with you. Splashing around in the pool while the two of you recreated the scene from Jaws or running through the olive trees screeching and screaming lines from Star Wars, pretending you were on Endor and racing speeder bikes through the forest. Laying in the movie room and making yourselves sick on popcorn and soda while you watch your favorite movies on repeat and argue over which one was the greatest of all. Laughing innocently while Javi got to pretend that his world wasn’t scary. You are probably the person that he cared for on this planet most of all. His person.

At twenty two years of age, it's clear to you now that you love Javier. Perhaps you've always loved Javi. Since meeting him as a child after your family moved to Mallorca, he has always been there for you. He's older than you but you've never thought of him as an older brother. You have always thought of him as your best friend and as soon as you turned eighteen, you realized you're in love with him. The night of your birthday, he had invited you over to the compound and given you a beautiful necklace. Engraved with your birthdate and a beautiful diamond in the middle, it took your breath away. At that moment, you wanted to kiss him but you refrained, not wanting to ruin your friendship. Now though, it's eating you alive. You need to tell him how you feel. So on this beautiful spring day, you drive through the compound until you arrive outside the villa. "Hola." You greet the guard standing near the stairs making your way up to the front door.

Javi sighs, rubbing the back of his neck and wishing that he had a drink. Or maybe some weed. Anything to take his mind off the disastrous meeting with his father and Lucas. The veiled threats that were slightly sweetened with the manic smile his cousin often wore. There was a slight tint of insanity in his eyes that Javi always tried to laugh off but it is becoming more and more obvious that Lucas would take over the family business with his father passed. Not that Javi minded at all. He didn’t want to be involved with arms dealing around the world. He was not made to be a harbinger of death. He wanted to become a director, a screenwriter. He wanted to make movies that made people laugh, cry and fall in love. All the things that he wanted out of life. Not that he was ever going to be able to have that. He was a Gutierrez and unfortunately, that came with the price of his personal happiness.

Wiping your hands on your jeans, you make your way into the villa, calling out for Javi. Your heart is pounding and you find him on the balcony, looking over to the Mediterranean. “Javi.” You call out his name, noticing the way his shoulders are hunched over and you know he’s spoken to his father and Lucas today.

“Estrella.” Turning to face you, his day instantly gets a little brighter. The way you smile at him makes his worries fall away and he rushes towards you to pull you into his arms for a slightly fiercer than normal hug. You are his star, both because you help him in such a selfless way and because he has always believed that you would be an Oscar winner if you went to Hollywood to be in movies. “This is a surprise.” He hums, pulling back and smiling at you. “Did you want to watch a movie? Con Air?”

You chuckle at his eagerness to watch any Nic Cage movie possible. You’ve seen every single one with him, always having to rewind the tapes when you sit down to watch a movie because you always forget. “No. No. I- I want to talk to you about something, Jav.” You reach for the hands around your waist, taking them in your own and squeezing them.

He frowns slightly, “what’s wrong, Estrella?” He asks.

“Nothing. I mean, it’s not nothing but - Javi. You’re my best friend. Ever since I moved to this beautiful island you’ve been by my side and I am so grateful to have you. Every single day, I am so happy to be your friend. Friend.” You frown, the word tasting bitter in your mouth, “I don’t want to just be friends.” You exhale shakily, looking into those dark eyes. “I love you Javi. I am in love with you.” You confess, bracing yourself for his reaction.

For one brief, shining second, Javi is thrilled. He has been in love with you since you have both been children. Until he remembers the conversation with his father and his cousin. Eyes widened with surprise and the disappointment written on his face is not because he doesn’t love you, but because he knows it is safer that you never know that. “No.” He shakes his head and his heart breaks when he sees the way your own eyes cloud in confusion. He takes your hands gently, pulling them up to his chest and could cry because of how unfair life is. “Estrella, no, you should not love me. I- I don’t- I don’t love you that way.” He lies, words tripping up on his tongue and tasting foreign. It’s safer for you, he reminds himself. “You are my friend, only my friend. I - I love someone else.” He tells you, hoping that it would make you feel better and that he can continue to keep you safe by pretending to love someone else.

You aren’t sure what you expected. Well, you do. You hoped he would surge forward and kiss you, tell you he loves you too. You rip your hands from his grip, tears stinging in your eyes, and you know it’s your own fault. He’s not obligated to love you back, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. “I- I understand. I’m sorry. I, uh, I’m gonna go.” You choke, trying not to sob. You don’t want him to see you cry.

“Estrella-” He tries to follow you as you step away from him but you shake your head.

“It’s fine Javi. It’s fine. I’m just - I’m gonna go.” You tell him, backing up towards the door.

“Stay.” Javi pleads, not wanting you to leave.

“I gotta go Jav. Please. Let me go.” You plead, walking to the door and opening the door so you can stumble down the stairs. Javi doesn’t argue, standing by the door and watching you. You turn to look back at him one last time, knowing you can’t be friends with him for a while. It’s too painful, especially if he loves somewhere else. You stumble to your car, unlock it and get in, and you finally let yourself sob once you’re out of the compound and on the road. Tears stream down your cheeks and you need to get home. Driving around the winding roads, you don’t see the bend until it’s too late, the car flying down the cliff and your scream echoes into the distance as your car barrels down the side of the cliff.

Javi feels horrible, moping around for hours before he decides that he’s made a horrible mistake. He should have told you the truth, told you how he felt and let you decide if you wanted to be with him. He rushes towards the door, ready to drive over to your house when the door opens and Lucas steps inside. ¿Adónde vas?” Where are you going? He asks, a strange look in his eyes.

Javi shakes his head, unwilling to deal with Lucas now. “¡Primo! Tengo que ir a hablar con Estrella, herí sus sentimientos. Tengo que disculparme.” Cousin! I have to go talk to Estrella, I hurt her feelings. I have to apologize. He huffs out as he races by him.

Lucas reaches out, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back. “Primo, primo, primo.” He tuts, giving Javi a mournful look. “No hay necesidad de disculpas. Ella está muerta. Su coche fue encontrado en el fondo del acantilado.” Cousin, cousin, cousin. There is no need for apologies. She's dead. Her car was found at the bottom of the cliff.

Javi blanches and shakes his head. “No! She’s not dead!” He cries, struggling to push past Lucas to get to his car, determined to find you at your house and beg you for forgiveness.

Lucas keeps a tight grip on his cousin, his face showing faux sympathy as he pulls Javi into his arms. “Primo. She’s gone.” Lucas declares but Javi won’t accept it, shoving Lucas away so he can get to his car, but Lucas stops him in his tracks when he pulls out his phone. “I spoke to the police. They sent these photos.” He hands the phone to Javi so he can see the photos of your car, the way it’s crushed, and finally the photo of you, eyes closed with bruises and gashes all over your body. Blood everywhere. It’s gruesome and Lucas watches Javi stare at the photo.

His eyes cinch shut and he screams, throwing the phone against the door and shattering the device, missing the way that his cousin smirks. “No, no, no.” Javi sinks to his knees, anguish overwhelming him like he’s witnessed a thousand times in movies and never understood until this moment. You are gone. Never to laugh with him or look up at him with those expressive eyes of yours. His heart shatters as he wails and cries on the floor of his beautiful villa, now dim and dreary because you are gone.

“Lo siento, primo.” Sorry, cousin. Lucas forces out, reaching down to rub his cousin’s back as he sobs. This had to happen. It was for the best. Perhaps now Javi can stop dreaming of Hollywood and become an active member of the family. Working hard instead of daydreaming. “Come on, let’s get you a drink.” Lucas says, snapping his fingers at the housekeeper who walked in when she heard the smash. “Whiskey.” He orders without a please or thank you. Javi continues to sob, mourning your death. Lucas smirks to himself as he rubs his cousin’s back. His plan worked.

****

Javi looks around the party, plastering a smile on his face and taking a sip of the champagne he doesn’t really want. This party is ostentatious and not him. At least not the real Javi Gutierrez, that man died ten years ago when you did. He tries to not think about you, he really does. Although it was hard when he got Nic Cage to come out here. Imagining how you would have been starstruck with him. Ten years. Your parents had you quickly cremated, not that Javi would have been up for going to a funeral service. He had been stuck in a horrible funk, drunk and high for nearly two weeks before Lucas had pulled him out of it. Or, maybe it was just that his cousin stopped feeding him the drugs and booze. Either way, when he sobered up, you were gone and your parents had decided to move back to your country, taking all your belongings with them. He had nothing but the small gifts you had given him over the years to remember you by. Sighing, he takes another sip of his champagne and looks around the garden.

You follow your friend Alejandro as he guides you through the fancy party. Invited by a friend of a friend, you have no idea who the party is for but you had heard some casting directors and producers would be present as they vacation in Mallorca. You grin as you follow Alejandro, your dress swaying around your legs. You’ve dressed to the nines. Once you have a glass of champagne, you stand and watch the crowd, wondering if you can find any familiar faces, and that’s when you see him. The most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life. His dark eyes meet yours and you lift your glass towards him in greeting.

Feeling like he’s been kicked in the chest, Javi gasps. “Estrella.” He murmurs softly, blinking to make sure he’s not dreaming of you standing there looking like a gorgeous angel. Alive and healthy. Except you are, smiling at him as you toast him, like you haven’t been missing from his heart - his life everyday for the past ten years. “Estrella!” He abandons the guest who had been talking near him and rushes over to you, scooping you up in his arms in a crushing hug. “I- where have you been? I have missed you so much!” He breathes out, tears forming in his eyes in happiness that you are back.

You frown, pulling away from the man. “Excuse me. Do I - do I know you?” You ask, tilting your head as you gently push out of his tight grip, confused by the familiarity in his voice.

“Do you- I don’t understand. It’s me. Javi.” He says, gesturing to himself and his brow furrows.

“I’m sorry señor, I’ve never met you before in my life.” You tell him, looking into his eyes.

Looking at you for a second, Javi starts laughing. Grinning from ear to ear as he thinks that you are joking. He shakes his head and wags his finger at you. “You had me for a second. You really did! Never met me before.” He scoffs playfully, ignoring the questions that he wants to ask. You are here now and that is all that matters. He will convince you to stay and then he can find out why they told him you were dead. “Like we didn’t swim in that pool every day during the summer.” He tells you, nodding towards the crystal clear water of the infinity pool.

You shake your head, “you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’ve never been here before. I’ve never seen you before. I’m - I’m sorry but you’re confused. My name isn’t Estrella. I’m - I’ve never - I’m sorry.” You finish, confused at his behavior. He must have you confused with someone else.

“No-” He says your real name, confused as to why you are keeping up this charade of not knowing him. “I call you Estrella because you are my star. Were my star.” He frowns, not noticing your eyes have widened when he used your real name. “Where have you been?”

You are so confused as to how he knows your name. “I- I’ve been on the island. Working. I’m trying to be an actress and my friend told me this party would have producers. I usually work in a restaurant down in the town. I’m so fucking confused. How do you know my name?” You start to panic, catching Alejandro’s eyes as he starts to come towards you with a look of concern.

“Why are you-”

“Alejandro Rodrigez.” Your friend interrupts Javi with a charming smile and an extended hand, making Javi frown but manners makes him abandon his question and plaster a smile on his face.

“Javi Gutierrez. This is my party.” He says, eyes flickering over to you. “Are you- um, together?” He asks, wondering if you had signaled your boyfriend to get away from him. If so, why had you come? To rub it in his face?

Alejandro laughs, wrapping his arm around your waist. “She’s beautiful but she’s not my type. You on the other hand…” Alejandro trails off, his eyes tracing Javier’s figure in his suit, and you can’t help but giggle a little.

“You must have confused me with someone else. I swear I’ve never met you before. Besides, now I know who to say ‘happy birthday’ to.” You offer him a sweet smile and lean in to kiss his cheek. “Feliz cumpleaños.” You murmur, pulling away from him and you wince, reaching up to touch your forehead. “Shit. Headache again.” You tell Alejandro, knowing he will help you through it.

Javi watches you walk away, confused and upset that you are still saying that you don’t know him. Motioning to Gabriella, he draws her over to his side. “That woman right there.” He tells the woman who is his personal assistant. “Find out everything you can about her.” He demands. “Tonight.”

Gabriella nods, watching you as you are escorted away, your hand on your head. “What’s her name?” She asks Javi.

“Estre-” He cuts himself off and tells her your full name.

“How do you know her?” Gabriella asks. Javier has never spoken about you since she started working for him.

“She’s the woman I love.” Javier declares, knowing that fact to still be true. Gabriella’s heart aches a little at the news that he loves another but she remains professional, knowing her crush isn’t Javier’s problem.

“I’ll let you know what I can find out.” After Gabriella walks off, Javier tries to distract himself by hanging around with Nick. It’s hard to focus on anything but you.

“So I was filming Peggy Sue and I-” Nick cuts himself off when Alejandro, your friend approaches Nick and Javier.

“Apologies for the interruption I would like to-”

“Autograph? Photo?” Nick cuts him off with guesses and Alejandro shakes his head.

“No, thank you though Mr. Cage, I’d like to speak to Javier.”

“Me?“ Javi’s brow shoots up and Nic frowns for a moment before he nods. “Sure, sure.” He picks up his whiskey glass and turns around to find a waiter to refill it for him. Javi turns to the other man, wishing that you were beside him. “I have to say that you are not my type.” He admits quickly, not wishing to hurt the man’s feelings, but you are the one he loves. “But I am flattered.”

Alejandro chuckles, shaking his head. "Oh trust me, guapo. I would love to have you in my bed but I know I'm not the one you want. How do you know her? She - she doesn't remember much before..." He trails off.

"Before?" Javi frowns.

"Before the accident. Car accident. She was twenty two. Her mind - she lost her memories. Took her months to function properly because she nearly died. They didn't think she would survive. She's a fighter. She's...fucking strong. I just- I figured you might've known her before the accident." Alejandro tells the birthday boy.

Javi chokes out a small sob and nods. “Yes! I did. I - they told me she died. Her parents moved away and -“ He bites his lip, tears behind his eyes being quickly blinked back. “I- her accident was my fault.” He whispers, ashamed of what had happened. “She was upset at me and left the house. I- they said she missed a turn and her car went over a cliff about a kilometer from here.”

Alejandro nods, seeing how upset the man is. “I’m sure it wasn’t your fault. She’s - she’s strong. She survived. She doesn’t remember you though. It seems like you trigger something in her. She - she gets these headaches when someone or something feels familiar to her. She doesn’t remember anything before the accident.” Alejandro reveals.

“Oh.” Javi’s shoulders slump in disappointment but he thinks of something, desperate to keep you close so he can spend time with you. “She said she was an actress.” He says excitedly. “She should stay here, as my guest.” He looks over to Nic. “Nic Cage is going to hopefully agree to star in my movie. I wrote a screenplay and he’s reading it.”

Alejandro’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “You wrote a screenplay?” He asks and Javier nods. “She’s struggling. A waitress for now. She keeps auditioning via video but she can’t afford to fly to L.A or London to try and catch a break. She’s…she’s amazing. She’s got talent. If you do ask her to stay with you and she agrees…you better not hurt her. I’ll kill you if you do. No matter who your family is. I’ll fucking kill you.” Alejandro warns, straightening his back.

Javi knows exactly what the other man is saying and nods quickly with his eyes wide and pleading with the other man to trust him. “Believe me, I would never want to hurt her.” He sighs and bites his lip, looking over at where Lucas and one of his friends are laughing. “I told her that I didn’t love her to keep her safe from my family, but I regretted it. Especially when-” He chokes back a small sound, “when I thought my selfishness had killed her.”

The news that Javi loves you is enough to make Alejandro take note. You’ve dated but nothing serious. It always seemed like your heart was behind a wall, like it belonged to someone unknown. Now he understands. You loved Javier. Perhaps this will be your big break, meeting Nic Cage and getting contacts. Plus it wouldn’t hurt if you rediscovered your memory through the process. “I’ll talk to her. This is a big opportunity for her and I want her to take it. I want you to tell her that you knew her, explain what you were to each other…as friends.”

Agreeing quickly, Javi feels his heart start to pound in his chest. The idea of being able to talk to you, get to know you again and maybe cause you to remember the way that the two of you used to be. “Absolutely. I will make sure this is what she needs.” He promises, even if he has to pay Nic more money to make sure that you have the contacts you need to make it big, he will do it. It will be worth it to him.

You are about to leave the party when the birthday boy appears, wringing his hands together and biting his lip. He calls your name and you turn to look at him. "Did you have a good birthday?" You ask, tilting your head and offering him a smile as you grip your clutch bag.

“I did.” Javi nods and smiles at you, wishing you remembered something about him. “Especially when Nic said he is going to stay and work on a script with me.” His eyes light up, remembering the times he had told you he was going to work with the actor while you were watching his movies. “I know that you don’t remember me, Estrella, but I- I wanted to offer you an opportunity.” He chickens out on telling you that you were friends right away. “With Nic here, I would like you to stay as my guest. Get close to him and use the connections he has.”

Your eyes widen, shocked at his offer. Part of you is excited for the opportunity, the other part of you is confused. "I- I thank you for the opportunity but...why me?" You ask, frowning at him. He seems genuine but you need to know the reason why he feels so familiar.

He takes a deep breath, aware that you could completely reject the information he is telling you. “You lived down the road from me since you were six.” He murmurs softly. “We met one day in the olive groves, I was- well, from the beginning, you were my shadow - my best friend.” He knows it’s silly, sounds strange that a girl eight years younger than him could be his best friend, but you were. “Until- until your accident.”

Your head begins to hurt, wishing you could remember your childhood, your memories before the accident. "You - we were best friends?" You ask and he nods. You wonder if he could be the key to your memories. Plus the opportunities... You think for a moment, "okay. I, uh, I gotta get some clothes. My things. I don't have anything. I can come back tomorrow." You tell him, knowing this is crazy but you can't miss this chance.

“Stay tonight.” Javi reaches for your hand and pleads with you. Desperate for you to stay and half afraid that you wouldn’t come back. “You can borrow something to sleep in. I- of course you would have your own room.” He looks around at the people starting to leave and sighs. “It’s late and I would hate for you to - to -” He breaks off, not even wanting to voice the idea of you getting into another accident. “Please.”

You glance at Alejandro who nods, "I can bring your things tomorrow, chica." He promises, and you turn to look back at Javi.

"Okay. I'll stay." You offer him a small smile, squeezing his hand. He looks relieved and that makes your heart thump. "I'll stay." You tell him, wondering how this is going to end up.

“Great!” Javi chuckles happily as he beams at you. Rooms had been made up for any guests who drank too much but he knows where he wants to put you. “I will show you to your room. It’s magnificent.” He promises, holding out his hand for you to take.

You glance back at Alejandro who nods, offering you a reassuring smile. You turn back to Javi, taking his hand, and you let him guide you away from the exiting guests as you walk into the villa. The entrance seems familiar and you can't help but like the feeling of his hand in yours. "I can't thank you enough for this opportunity but this room is - it's too much." You tell Javi once he escorts you to the room. It's beautiful, bigger than your house.

“Not at all.” Javi protests, shaking his head. If you had never left that night, if he had told you how he felt, you would be living here. “This is perfect for you.” He smiles and nods towards the bed. “Do you still like your pillows extra fluffy so you can sink into them like Ariel on The Little Mermaid?” He asks softly.

Your head turns to look at him in surprise. "I- I rewatched that movie after the accident and - I have fluffy pillows at home to do that. How did you-?" You cut yourself off, realizing that he's either telling the truth or some weirdo stalker who's been following your every move. "I just need my dingle-hopper." You tease, smirking at him as you walk over to the bed to caress the linen bedding. "I'm sorry I don't remember you." You tell him, feeling guilty that he's doing all of this for you.

“Don’t be sorry.” Javi watches you, feeling calmer and happier than he’s been for years. “I’m just happy you are here now.” He murmurs, unable to keep his eyes off of you. Afraid you will disappear. “I’ll go get you a shirt to sleep in. And even let you borrow my dingle-hopper.” He jokes, flashing your a grin. “This- this is the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten. Seeing you again.”

"I'm glad." Your heart flutters at his words, the look in his eyes. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he loves you. Impossible as it is. He hasn't seen you for ten years. "Thanks." You murmur, watching him walk off to get you a shirt. When he comes back, you have your heels off and you're struggling with the zipper of your dress, reaching behind you to try and pull it down.

“Let me help you.” Javi rushes over and tosses the shirt down on the bed, taking over and pulling the zipper of your dress down your spine. Imagining what it would be like to kiss your shoulders while he does it. Helping you undress so he can make love to you. But you don’t know who he is, so he backs away when he’s finished, ignoring the top of your black lace panties showing where the material is gaping. “I- I brought you a shirt. It’s really comfortable. And all the necessities for staying are in the bathroom. Except the dingle-hopper.” He grins. “I brought mine for you to use.”

You chuckle, trying to ignore the way your skin tingles from where his fingers brushed your spine as he pulled the zipper down. “Thanks for everything. It’s strange, this place feels so familiar.” You tell him, glancing around the room.

“You spent a lot of time here.” Javi tells you. “I wasn’t allowed to leave the estate until I was older so you would come here.” He murmurs. “Your parents never minded, they knew you were taken care of, so you would spend all day here during the summer.” He sighs and looks around the room, the one he had used when he was younger before his father died and he took over the main bedroom.

You smile, “I hope I can regain my memories. I try but it always feels like a fuzzy film when I try to think back that far. I’m sure you want to get to bed. I’m exhausted too. Thanks Javi. I- I’m excited to be here.” You tell him, unable to suppress the yawn that comes a few seconds later.

Javi gives you an indulgent smile. “Sleep, Estrella. You must be tired after the party and having things change so rapidly.” He resists the urge to lean in to kiss you, knowing that he is still a stranger to you. “Tomorrow is a new day.”

You nod, grabbing the shirt. “Goodnight Javi.” You offer him a smile. He nods, “goodnight, Estrella.” He steps towards the door, offering you one last look before he shuts the door behind him. You quickly change, washing your face and brushing your teeth with the new toothbrush in the drawer, before you get into the bed, groaning at how soft it is.

Javi walks back to his room, heart pounding in his chest. He can’t believe that you are alive, that you are back underneath his roof. Taking off his jacket, he starts to unbutton his shirt to get ready for bed himself. Eager to go to sleep so he can wake up and see you in the morning.

The next morning, Javier and Nic are enjoying breakfast on the veranda when Nic notices the way Javi keeps looking at the doors. “Waiting for someone?” He asks, noticing the impatience in his host.

“I, uh…” Javi feels guilty, he should be giving all of his time to his guest, but you are his guest too.

“Come on Jav, spit it out. What’s really going on here?”

Javi sighs and looks away from the door and gives Nic an apologetic look. “You must forgive me Mr. Cage. Last night, an angel walked back into my life.” He tells him, his eyes softening at the mere mention of you. “My best friend. A woman that I thought was dead for the last ten years.” He reaches for his orange juice and takes a sip. “I- she was - is - everything to me.”

Nic nods, “I get it, Jav. Childhood sweetheart? So what the hell happened? She doesn’t love you back? Why aren’t you having freaking birthday sex instead of sitting here with me?” Nic chuckles.

Javi’s body reacts to the idea of birthday sex with you, but he shakes his head. “She told me she loved me before she left.” He admits quietly. “I - it’s…complicated, so I lied and told her I didn’t feel the same. She crashed her car that night and apparently she doesn’t remember anything about me.” He sighs dejectedly and looks over at Nic again. “I still lo-”

“Hello.” His head turns quickly to find you hovering the doorway and he springs up from his seat.

“Estrella!” He greets you, moving over to guide you to the table. “Good morning. How did you sleep?”

You smile at Javi, nerves in your stomach from both your so-called childhood friend and the famous Oscar-winning actor seated at the table. You pull down the shirt you’re wearing, sitting down and your eyes widen at the pastries on display. “Wow. This is - this is a breakfast.” You comment, looking at the fruit and coffee pot.

“Delicious. One thing I love about Europe…continental breakfast. I’m Nic, nice to meet you, Estrella.” He nods his head.

“Oh, my name isn’t Estrella.” You fluster and tell him your real name. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Cage. I’ve seen a couple of your movies.”

“Well, thank you.” Nic says, looking over at Javi as he settles back down and pours you a glass of juice and a cup of coffee, adding sugar and creamer exactly as you take it before he passes it over to you. “You know, Estrella would be a good stage name.” He offers you. “If your name is already taken in SAG.”

“Thank you.” You smile at Javi. Taking the coffee from Javi, you are taken back by the fact that he knows how you take your coffee. Turning to look back at Nic, you chuckle nervously, “that would be a marvelous problem to have. I don’t - I would love to be an actress but I don’t - it’s hard to get into the business. I’ve done local plays but nothing at the same scale as your career. You’re - you’ve won an Oscar. I mean, it doesn’t get better than that.”

Nic looks over at Javi, leaning on the table with hand cradling his jaw as he moons over you. It’s sweet, the way that the actor could almost see stars in his eyes. “Well, lucky for you, Javi is writing a script with me!” He tells you, motioning over to Javi.

The other man quickly straightens up and nods eagerly. “We are, you should be in it!” Javi quickly tells you.

“What’s it about?” You ask, looking at Javi and he bites his lip.

“We are figuring it out.” He confesses, wishing he could tell you more.

“We are ironing out the details.” Nic says, waving his hand. “So…want to audition?” He asks, raising his eyebrows at you. He thinks you’d look great on camera. Now he just needs to see what you’ve got.

“Oh. Now? I- I don’t have anything prepared.” You fluster.

“Anything in your memory?” Nic asks.

You bite your lip, “I, uh, I might have a part of a monologue from a play stored up there. Okay. Okay.” You exhale shakily, suddenly nervous. “George, it’s impossible. You can’t - it’s not safe. You can’t go. I’ll be fine by myself but you need to take care of yourself now that you’ve got a wife and child. It’s no longer about me. About us. Our love…it’s still there. I can feel it. Can you? It- we missed our chance and there’s nothing we can do about it now. You need - you need to leave.” You put everything you have into the impromptu monologue.

Javi is entranced, clapping enthusiastically as soon as you finish. “Yes! Yes! Magnificent!” He praises you, knowing that even if you weren’t the woman he loves he would have thought it was amazing. “It’s soulful, making me yearn for missed connections.” He tells you, reminded of his own missed connection with you ten years ago. His fault of course, but still, it moves him. He looks over at Nic expectantly, ready to hear his thoughts on your monologue.

Nic tilts his head, watching you for several moments, and you fidget in your seat. He raises his hands, pressing them together and bowing his head towards you as a sign of respect. “You know your shit, little lady. Just need some refinement which is what Hollywood will do for you. Fuck. We are gonna write a damn good movie.” You grin, unable to believe he actually liked your monologue.

Grinning happily, Javi looks between you and Nic, excited for what will happen. He squirms slightly, happy that you will be here so you can spend extra time with him and hopefully recover some of your memories of him. He’s selfishly wanting you to remember that you love him, so he can tell you how much he loves you, how much he regrets denying it. “Eat.” Javi motions to the food. “Alejandro should be here soon with your things and you can settle in for as long as the script takes.”

You nod, picking up a croissant and tearing it up before eating a piece. It’s strange how comfortable you feel around Javi, like you’ve known him your entire life. You wish you could remember him, all those lost memories. Later that afternoon, you join Javier on a walk along the beach and you turn to look at him. The sunlight playing in his hair makes him look angelic. “So…what did we used to do as kids? Maybe we can try and recreate a memory to see if it triggers my brain.”

Javi smiles, looking down at the sand on his feet, cuffs off his pants rolled up and the waves rushing up to lap at his toes. “We used to run through the olive groves, pretending we were on speeder bikes. You always wanted me to chase you.” He tells you with a laugh. “Swimming in the pool and reenacting Jaws with the float things.” He chuckles and looks over at where you are watching him intently, blushing slightly and looking back down at the sand. “Watching movies, telling each other our hopes and dreams.” He stops and grins, looking up at the cliff with an idea. He points up to it. “Jumping off that cliff right there.”

Your eyes widen and you grin. “Really? We jumped off of that?” You shake your head at him, “no way. Javi. I- I can’t believe I jumped off of that.” You laugh, slapping his shoulder. You look at him when you both calm down. “What are your hopes and dreams?” You ask him.

“To write movies.” Javi tells you with a gleam in his eyes. “Tell stories, be a part of the magic.” He pauses and bites his lip. “To be with the woman that I love.” He murmurs softly, knowing that you would not believe that it is you.

Your heart thumps in your chest, looking into those dark eyes, and you swallow down the urge to just kiss him. You barely know him. “I’m sure you’ll achieve all of your dreams, Javi. You seem like the kind of man who wouldn’t let anyone or anything stand between you and what you want.” You observe, noticing the look in his eyes but you can’t put your finger on it.

“I did at one time.” He confesses, shame filling him. “It almost cost me everything I cared about. It did cost me for a long time.” He frowns at the fact that he had overlooked. Lucas had told him you were dead. Instead of focusing on that, he looks at you and grins. “Want to go jump off the cliff? See if it jogs your memory?”

Your eyes widen, “really?” You can’t deny you’re excited to jump off of a cliff. Alejandro has brought your clothes by earlier, so you are wearing a sundress to combat the heat you don’t care about getting it wet. “Let’s do it. Let’s do it.” You grip his hand, adrenaline already flowing through you.

His brow furrows and he gets an intense look on his face before he looks back behind the two of you. Pushing up close to you and lean in to whisper harshly in your ear. “Don’t look behind you, we are being followed.” He tells you urgently, coming up with a scenario on the spot. “When I count to three, sprint to the car. We need to get out of here!”

“One…” He says and you frown, wondering what he was doing until you realize what he is up to. You grin, tugging on his hand after he counts to three.

“Quick. Shit. They are still following us. Come on, we need to get to the car. Come on!” You sprint to the Jeep, squealing when you get inside of it, and Javi puts the car in drive, the tires kicking up dust as he speeds away. You turn to look behind you, “hurry Javi. They are gaining on us.” You play along, realizing how insane this is but you’re desperate for your memories, you’d do anything to get them back.

“I don’t know if I can lose them!” Javi cries, jerking the wheel from side to side like he is trying to out maneuver a car behind him. Even though the road is clear. “Do you trust me?” He demands, looking over at you while still speeding up the mountain. He knows the road well enough that you are not in any danger.

“What?” You ask, confused.

“Do you trust me?” He demands again, more harshly this time.

“Yes! Yes I do.”

Javi nods and looks back at the road, stomping on the gas even harder, engine revving and the jeep speeding up. “When we get to the top, we are going to run to the left. You stay with me!” He tells you, gritting his teeth and looking in the rearview mirror.

You nod, trying to be serious, and when the car squeals to a stop, you get out of the Jeep and run alongside Javi as you make your way through the bushes. When you approach the cliff, you come to a stop, heart pounding in your chest. “Javi. I- I don’t think I can do this.” You tell him, gripping his hand as fear threatens to overwhelm you.

“You have to!” Javi shouts, squeezing your hand and giving you a pleading look before he frantically looks behind him. “They are going to kill you. And I - I can’t lose you again!” He isn’t actually acting in that last line but he pushes forward. “I love you!” He confesses, panting out the words and his eyes widen, surprised himself that it came out.

You know he’s just acting, going along with the act, you cup his cheek with your free hand. “Then let’s jump!” You shout, dragging him towards the cliff and he runs alongside you until you are dropping down into the sea. Your hand disconnects from Javi’s when you hit the water. It’s cold but not freezing, making you gasp when you come back up from under the water. “Oh my God! Fuck. Did we - did we just do that?” You laugh, splaying your arms out as you keep yourself above water.

Javi laughs, watching you as he treds water. “We did. We jumped.” He gasps out and the urge to pull you towards him for a kiss is almost overwhelming but he doesn’t. “How do you feel?” He asks, interested in learning if there is anything that you’ve remembered.

You giggle before you wince, your head throbbing. You struggle to continue swimming so you cling to him, gasping at the pain in your head. “Estrella! What is it? What’s wrong?” He asks, trying to keep you both afloat as he looks at you in concern.

“Shit. I don’t know. My head hurts.” You close your eyes, hating the pain that feels like someone is putting pressure on your brain.

He guides you towards the rocks, slowly while you gasp in pain and wishing he could ease your pain. “Easy, Estrella.” He murmurs softly, making sure that you don’t go under the waves while you are struggling with the headache. “Focus on my voice.” He coos. “Focus on my words. Remember when you were 13? You were embarrassed that you couldn’t swim with me. Kept resisting getting in the pool.” His hand squeezes your hip gently. “You were having cramps and I got you a heating pad for your stomach while we watched Lilo and Stitch.”

You chuckle, the pain fading slightly and you cling to him as he guides you towards the shore. "I'm sorry Jav. I don't remember - I still don't remember that. I wish I could remember." You say as you stumble through the waves, his arm wrapped around your waist and you fall onto the sand, your head still pounding. You drag Javi down on top of you by accident, your eyes meeting his as you inhale deeply, your headache fading.

It’s like something from a movie. Laid out on a beach after coming out of the water and looking down into the eyes of the woman he loves. Reaching up, Javi caresses your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your lips. He wants to kiss you, wants nothing more than to press his lips to yours. “Beautiful.” He whispers.

You anticipate him kissing you, closing your eyes as you wait for his lips to press against yours. Before his lips can meet yours, a voice calls out his name. You fluster, gently pushing on Javier's chest to stand up, brushing the sand from your sundress that is soaked through. By the time you have gotten yourself together, the man is in front of you.

“Lucas.” Javi looks at his cousin, watching his eyes widen in surprise before a broad, unpleasant smirk comes over his face and he says your name. “What a surprise.” He opens his arms and pulls you into a hug and has Javi shifting nervously. “It is good to see you. It’s been a long time, eh?” He huffs, grinning even more when he sees your confusion.

You don't remember this man either but a shiver runs down your spine as he pulls away from you. "I, uh. I'm sorry, señor. I don't remember you. I, um, I lost my memories." You confess, pulling your water slick sundress away from your form.

"Oh. Oh." Lucas looks towards Javi, feigning sympathy as he realizes his plan had kind of worked. He'd wanted to kill you but you survived that fucking crash and now you're back. He thought you'd be gone if you forgot about his lovesick cousin.

Javi moves closer to you and pats your shoulder. “It is okay, Estrella.” He tells you before he looks over at Lucas. “What did you need me for, primo?” He asks, unsure of why Lucas is here. There wasn’t a meeting scheduled, not that he was actually involved with the business. He was merely the figurehead. The face of the business.

Lucas smiles, holding up his hands, "I just wanted to see if the rumor was true that your Estrella had returned to the compound." Lucas reaches for your hand, "I have to return to work but it was a pleasure to see you again." He kisses the back of your hand and you shiver, trying to resist the urge to tear your hand out of his grasp.

"You too...I guess." You chuckle nervously and he lets go of your hand before walking away. You watch him go, the hairs at the base of your neck standing up.

Javier stares at his cousin before he sees you shiver. "Come on Estrella, l'll get you back to the villa and out of those clothes." You turn to look at him, eyes wide. "No. I mean, I will take you back to the villa so you can change into some dry clothes." He amends, a blush on his cheeks.

Javi bites his lip, happy when you nod although he wishes he was actually undressing you. He’s not a virgin, he’s had relationships and lovers since you’ve been gone, although he’s never had that spark with anyone like he’s had with you. “Let’s go back to the jeep.” He murmurs, placing his hand on your back and guiding you back to the path. “I’m sure Mr. Cage will be anxious to start working on the script.”

Nic has pestered Javi all day about his favorite movies while working on ideas for the script. Of course the first two are Cage movies. You are in Javi's movie room, amazed by the memorabilia and you raise your eyebrows at the golden guns held by the figure of Nic. "Is this supposed to be me? It's...grotesque. I'll give you $20,000 for it." Nic offers, making you giggle as Javier's jaw drops, staring at his favorite actor.

"Come on boys, movie time. We need some inspiration."

Javi looks over the memorabilia and hums. “We should do our story.” He comments, looking over at you and biting his lip. “The friendship of two men who come together in unusual circumstances.” He tilts his head. “With a love story woven in. Have to have a good love story.”

You nod, “everyone loves a good bromance and a romance.” You joke, making Javi laugh and Nic chuckles, nodding his head.

“I think we need some wine.” Javi declares and walks over to the wall of wine he stores here. He expertly opens a bottle, handing you and Nic a glass before pouring with a heavy hand. “Thank you. Can you just stop stalling and answer the question. What is your third favorite movie of all time?” Nic asks impatiently. You and Javi have both been avoiding the question all day and you are aching to know his answer.

Javi stands up straight after getting his own glass, staring at you and Nic. You both answer at the same time, “Paddington 2.” Your eyes widen, unable to believe that his third favorite movie is also yours.

“What?” Nic looks between you both as Javi sits down next to you. “Cabinet of Dr Caligari, Paddington 2. Connect those dots. I mean, I don’t want to be a snob but-” Javi blushes as he looks at you before answering.

“I cried through the entire thing and it made me want to be a better man.” He confesses, making you look at him in surprise.

“I just thought it was a cute movie.” You confess, not having anything more meaningful to say.

“Bullshit!” Nic waves his hands.

Javi shrugs. “Watch it again and you will see.” He demands, gesturing to the movie room that is by his collection. “Let’s watch it right now.” He suggests moving over to the door and opening it up. “Estrella? What do you say?”

You are in awe of the movie room, the back of your mind tingling with something familiar about it, and you inhale sharply when a sharp pain enters your head. Javi rushes forward to cup your cheeks, "are you okay, Estrella?" You nod, looking into those beautiful brown eyes. Nic watches, intrigued by the way Javi gently cradles your head, concern furrowing his brow, and before he can say anything, you push Javi away.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. Let's watch the movie." You say, a smile on your face.

Rushing around the room, Javi sets up the movie to play and tries to be a good host. “Beer? Soda? Popcorn?” He asks, motioning to the concession area behind the sofas and reclining seats. “We have everything a movie theater would have plus gummy worms.” He smiles at you. “Always your favorite during movies.”

“Beer is good for me, Jav.” Nic says and settles down in the seat. You turn to see Javi already getting you your favorite soda - Bitter Rosso - and some gummy worms.

“My favorite.” You echo his earlier words, surprised he knows, and you take them from his hands before settling down in the plush chairs as Javi hits play on the movie and dims the lights.

He sits by you, a little nervous because it’s been so long since he’s been here with you. Splitting his attention between you and the screen, wanting this to be perfect for you. The fact that you love Paddington 2 is just another thing that makes him smile and regret not seeing you over the past ten years. Imagining seeing it with you for the first time. “Here it comes.” He whispers when the movie starts, wiggling down into his seat.

The movie begins and you chuckle, looking over at Javi every few minutes to see his reaction and your heart flutters at the way his eyes crinkle at the corner, you can’t deny that you like him. Despite him telling you he’s known you since you were six, you like the man he is today. You just wish you could remember him. The gummy worms are gone and you are getting sleepy after an eventual couple of days. Your eyelashes flutter as you try to stay awake but eventually fall asleep halfway through the movie, your head leaning on Javi’s shoulder.

Javi watches you more than the movie. His eyes drifting over to you every few seconds as you slump against him, eventually angled so that he just moves you slightly so you can lay down across him. His entire body tingling with pleasure as you sigh and cuddle his thigh, still asleep. Wrapping an arm around you and keeping it respectful, just to insure you don’t roll off the sofa, he completely abandons the pretense of the movie and just stares down at you in awe.

You blink, the bright light from the rolling credits on the screen wake you up along with the music, and you are reluctant to move from the comft position you are in. You hear sobbing coming from the other side of Javi, tilting your head to see Nic Cage crying, before you look up at Javi. "Hey." You greet him lazily.

"Hey." He smiles, stroking your side. You realize after a moment that you fell asleep on him.

"Oh shit. Sorry. I didn't - I didn't mean to fall asleep on - on you." You rush out, head fuzzy as you sit up.

“It’s okay.” Javi assures you, unhappy that you pulled away but he understands it. “You were peaceful.” He looks over at Nic and notes the tears on the other man’s face. “Didn’t I tell you?” He asks, happy that rewatching it with a new perspective has touched the actor.

Nic wipes his eyes, "Paddington 2 is incredible." He assesses, making Javi nod. "I fucking told you."

You chuckle, shifting to stand up, stretching from the curled up position you were sitting in. You feel Javier's eyes on you and you turn to look at him, offering him a lazy smile. "Paddington has a new fan." You joke, watching Nic rub his nose after he sniffles.

Nic nods and looks over at you and Javi, eyebrow lifting at the previous cozy scene. Javi flushes and rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Now that you’ve seen it, we can work on a heartfelt movie. Something that makes people feel what you just felt.” Javi murmurs, not wanting Nic to comment on you sleeping on him.

The next morning, after breakfast, you finally tell Nic what has happened to your memories. “So you’re telling me that you don’t remember Jav at all? Wow.” Nic shakes his head, noticing the hurt look in his friend’s eyes. “Well Jav, we have a story for our movie. Hero’s girl loses her memories of him.”

You fluster at that, realizing what he’s implying and you shake your head. “I wish I could remember. Everything he’s told me…it seems idyllic. I wish I could just remember even one thing.”

Javi suddenly comes up with an idea. “What if…what if we take drugs? LSD. See if that jogs your memories?” He suggests.

You hesitate, biting your lip. “I’m not sure…”

Javi holds up the vial of LSD. “We will do it with you.” He promises, looking over at Nic.

The other man winces. “I don’t know.”

Javi huffs. “Come on, you know you want to.” He tells him, looking over at you. “Estrella, I won’t let you be alone doing this.”

You know that you’re willing to do anything to get your precious memories back so you nod, “okay. Let’s do it.” Nic grins, shaking his fists in excitement. You stick your tongue out so Javi can put a few drops on your tongue before he does the same to Nic and finally himself. “I don’t feel anything. Do you- woah.” You blink rapidly, seeing Javi’s eyes get wide.

The world expands into brighter, more vivid colors and Javi looks over at you with a smile. “Estrella.” He murmurs, thinking that you look exactly like your nickname, shining like a gorgeous star in the sky. “Do you feel it?” He asks, brow furrowed as he leans in. He wants to know if you still feel something, anything for him.

You wonder what he means when he asks that and you nod, “yes. Yes. I feel it. I feel it.” You can’t help but reach out to cup his cheek, admiring how his stubble feels against your palm. You aren’t getting your memories back but the way you are feeling makes you feel like you are in love with Javi. “Shit. This is good. Good for - for movie ideas.” Nic says dazed.

“Let’s go for a drive.” Javi suggests, reaching up to trap your hand under his. He looks over at Nic to see what the other man thinks about the idea. “We can go to the village, sit and observe people and go through the ideas.”

The feel of the simple kiss on the back of your hand has your heart thumping in your chest. You lean closer to him as he stands with the sun shining down onto his beautiful curls and you say “you are so fucking beautiful“ Javi blushes and you smile.

Nic coughs and smiles at the two of you. “Tell me how you met this beautiful girl, Jav.” He demands before he lifts his brows. “We need it for the script of course.”

Javi bites his lip and he looks over at you. “She was running through the olive grove.” He tells Nic. “I was hiding from my father. Avoiding a lecture on what it meant to be a Gutierrez and she tripped over me where I was reading. Pouted up at me and demanded I read her my book to make up for making her fall.”

You smile, wishing you could remember. “Perfect. Fucking perfect. That’s the opening of the movie right there.” Nic claps before pointing his fingers at you and Javi. “Jav.” Nic glances around, “do these people look…suspicious to you? It feels like they are watching us.”

Javi goes to turn his head and Nic hisses “don’t look right at them!” Javi starts laughing, like he told a joke and turns his head, looking straight at them and he gets spooked when they look over. “They are! What do we do?” He panics. Looking at you he knows he needs to keep you safe. “Estrella, you need to stay with me, no playing this time.”

Your eyes widen and you grab his hand, glancing back towards the men. “Don’t look.” Nic hisses, “on the count of three. We run.” He whispers dramatically and you nod. “One…two…three!” Nic shouts and takes off. You run ahead of Javi, letting go of his hand and you scream when you hear a thud and spin around to see Javi sliding off the hood of a car. “Shit. You okay?” You ask, rushing over and he nods, stumbling to stand up before he sprints to catch up with Nic.

The three of you run down a path and come to a stone wall. Javi looks around frantically before he gets down onto his hands and knees. “Use me to get up.” He demands, looking up at Nic. “We have no time.”

Nic nods, using Javi to get up onto the wall and he reaches for your hand to help you. “But - but who’s gonna help you get up the wall? You go first.” You tell Javi, knowing you couldn’t lift him up. “You need to go first.” You tell him, “you go.” You reach up to cup his cheeks, “you gotta keep Nic safe.”

“No.” He shakes his head and stares are you somberly. “You go, I need you to live. I cannot-“ He chokes off what he was going to say and instead gets back down on the ground. “Hurry up!” He shouts. “Nic! Help her up!”

You shake your head, knowing you can try and get Nic to help him if you try and go around Nic on the wall. You take Nic’s hand and hoist yourself up onto the wall, looking down at Javi. “Nic. Help him!” You order, sitting over here wall while Nic lays on his stomach, reaching for Javi. You can hear them now, footsteps in the distance.

Javi reaches up and grabs Nic’s hand, the other man struggling to pull him up the wall. “Y-you’re heavier…than you look.” He pants, making Javi nod seriously as he tries to pull himself up higher.

“I have a big head.” His grip slips and he falls the three feet back to the ground on his back, knocking the breath out of him for a second.

Javi scrambles to get up, "you go. You go!" He shouts at you and Nic.

You shake your head, "no. No. We aren't leaving you."

Javi shakes his head, "you need to go. You need- I can't watch any harm come to you. You need to go. Now!"

Nic begins to cry, slamming his hands on the wall. "I'll never forget you Jav."

Javi's lower lip trembles as he looks between you and Nic, "I'll never forget you, Mr. Cage. Estrella. I - I lo- I need you to go. Now you get the hell out of here. You go!" He shouts, glancing behind him when he hears footsteps. You have tears in your eyes as you hit the ground on the other side of the wall. Nic standing beside you, and you glance over to see Javier's head poking around the side of the wall. "Mr. Cage. Estrella." He calls out.

“Javi!” He walks around the wall and you throw yourself it to his arms, happy that he won’t be left to die. Javi huffs out a happy sound and squeezes you tight. “We live to fight another day.” He murmurs, tucking his head into your neck and inhaling your scent while closing his eyes before he pushes away. “We still need to leave.”

****

“My fucking wife and daughter are here!” Nic growls, furious as he confronts Javi.

“I thought it would be nice for them to see Mallorca and maybe you can reconnect with them here while we write the script.” Javi suggests, tilting his head.

“Forget the fucking script. My family - shit. Shit!” Nic hisses, panicking to try and figure out what to do now that this mafia psycho has his family. You probably haven’t even lost your memories, you’re probably in on it all. “This is insane”

“Bullshit.” Javi narrows his eyes, grabbing the gun from the tray and he turns towards Nic as he clicks the gun into place. “Do not lie to me!” Javi growls, “Do. Not. Lie TO ME!” Javi roars, stepping closer to Nic.

“Jav..” Nic raises his hands, wondering if he’s going to die.

“Do you know how to hit the target?” Javi asks suddenly calm as he walks towards the actors “Control your heart.” He swings the shotgun up and fires at the target, destroying it. While he might not be the man his father wanted for a son or Lucas though could run the business, Javi was not a weakling. He would do what it takes to protect you.

Nic holds his hands up, “what the fuck, man?” His eyes are wide.

“You’re not being your true self” Javi accuses him, knowing that Lucas will ruin his life if the script isn’t a success. He will also be forced to admit to Lucas that he was right. Dreaming of Hollywood was stupid and his dream is over. “Do not mess with me! Tell me the truth!” He yells.

Nic nearly sighs in relief that Javi isn’t talking about the CIA. “I-“ his shoulders slump and he drops his hands. “You’re right.” He looks into the man’s eyes and feels like they got it wrong. This man isn’t a killer, crazy, but not a killer. “I’ve been…neglectful.” He admits softly. “My daughter doesn’t want to spend time with me. I’m selfish.” He quotes.

“You just need to connect with her. Spend time with her and get to know what she likes. It will be okay man.” Javi promises, setting the gun down and he pulls Nic into a hug. The two men return to the house and Javi wants to find you but Lucas interrupts him, asking him to come for a chat. “¿Todo bien, primo?” Everything okay, cousin? Javi asks Lucas, frowning as they enter the room and sit down at the table.

Lucas gives him a smirk and pours him a bowl of cereal, taking a few bites and studying his cousin. Javi’s been distracted since you’ve come back into the picture, more so than normal. “You’re friend, Nic Cage,” he spits slowly. “Is working for the CIA.” He tells him, making Javi’s eyes widen and he shakes his head. “Yes, it’s true.” Lucas gets up and walks around the table slowly, knowing he’s intimidating his weak cousin. “Maybe you are working for them too?” He asks, making Javi shake his head quickly.

“No, primo, no.”

“Yes.” Lucas grabs Javi roughly and drags him out of the chair and down onto the ground, forcing him to kneel as he pulls his gun out from behind his back and presses it against the back of his cousin's head.

Javi shakes, his hands held up. “I- please Lucas. I’m not - I didn’t -”

Lucas pushes the gun harder against his head. “Shut the fuck up! Your father thought you’re too fucking weak to handle anything. Always dreaming about movies and Hollywood. That girl would indulge your silly fantasises. She would’ve taken you away to Hollywood to pursue those stupid fucking shared dreams of yours. We couldn’t let that happen so she had to go. We had to kill her before she ruined this family operation.”

Javi chokes out a sound, head whipping around to find Lucas grinning maniacally at him. That grin had always unnerved him and made him think his cousin was crazy. “You mean- what did you do?” He demands. “She had an accident.” He wracks his brain, trying to remember if Lucas was there that day before you left, hating that his father might have been involved in any of this.

Lucas shrugs one shoulder, a maniacal grin still on his face. "She had to go. Your silly little girlfriend was putting everything at risk so when she came over to confess her stupid feelings, I cut her brakes. She wasn't supposed to survive. Your father and I thought the loss might toughen you up but it didn't and the fucking bitch just had to survive. When I heard she had lost her memories, I figured that was good enough. Not remembering her Javi was good enough." Lucas chuckles.

Javi closes his eyes, squeezing them together and when Lucas presses the gun harder into his skull, he knows he’s going to die. Covering his face with his hands he begs his cousin not to kill him. He doesn’t know anything about the CIA. “I didn’t know!” He shouts.

Lucas chuckles, amused by his cousin's distress. “I’ll tell you what, primo.” He hums. “You can choose. You can kill your precious Nic Cage, or you can watch me kill your girlfriend in front of you. For real this time.” He chuckles. “Bang! Right in the head.”

As terrible as it sounds, there’s no choice for Javi. He would die for you. He loves Nic Cage as his friend but you…he would kill everyone on earth for you if he had to. “Fine. I will kill Nic Cage.” He says, defeated, and Lucas lowers the gun.

“Good. Good. Now, go kill him and if you don’t…kiss your little girlfriend goodbye. Te amo, primo.” Lucas mocks, ruffling Javi’s hair before he walks out of the room, followed by his henchman. Javi begins to sob, covering his eyes, unable to believe he has to do this.

****

Javi drags his feet as he walks towards Nic, the gun seemingly weighing a ton at the small of his back. He tells himself he has to, that this is for you. Still his footsteps are slow and measured, taking longer than he normally would to reach the actor. “Javi.” Nic seems equally somber, matching Javi’s mood perfectly.

“Nic.” Javi stands there, wondering how to say goodbye to the man who has been a good friend to him.

Javi inhales deeply before he pulls his gun out from behind his back at the same time Nic pulls two guns out. “Are those my golden guns?” Javi tilts his head, looking down at them.

“They’re my golden guns.” Nic responds, his fingers flexing around them.

Javi shakes his head, “I don’t want to kill you.”

Nic chokes, “you’re the last person I want to kill.”

Javi lowers his gun, “I love you!” He says to his friend.

Nic lowers his weapons, “I love you!” He shouts back.

Javi surges forward to hug Nic, “I’m sorry man.”

Javi pulls away from Nic. “My cousin, he’s going to-“ Gunfire rings out and both men duck down, turning and seeing Lucas’s men with rifles in their hands and shooting at them. “He’s going to kill Estrella!” Javi shouts. “I have to get to her!”

You struggle against the men as they carry you and Nic's daughter towards the van. You kick and scream but it's no use. They have such a tight grip on you. "Get off of me, you bastard!" You hiss, confused about who the fuck these people are. Why are they taking you? Where are they taking you? "Javi!" You shout, hoping he can hear you despite knowing he's probably across the compound.

Javi ducks down and drags Nic along the wall of the villa. “We need to get out of here.” He shouts, flinching when the bullets splinter into the stone.

Javi and Nic manage to make it to the Jeep and Nic’s eyes widen when he sees Olivia and Gabriella. “Where’s Addy?” He asks, looking behind her.

Olivia shakes her head. “They’re gone Nic. They took her.” Nic hisses and Gabriella looks at Javi who seems to already know what she is gonna say. “I’m so sorry Javi. They took Estrella too.”

Javi feels tears sting in his eyes but he doesn’t have time to dwell on it as bullets start to fire. “Quick. Get in the Jeep. I know a place we can go.” Javi orders, urging everyone in and once they are inside, he slams his foot on the gas, his heart pounding in his chest. He can’t lose you again.

Javi drives away from the village. He had bought property on his own after your ‘death’. Needing a place to get away if things went sideways like they are now. He shakes his head as he pulls into the gates of the estate, stopping the jeep and pulling it closed behind him before he drives up to the house and parks. “I bought this place myself, my cousin doesn’t know about it.” He tells them as he guides them in, turning on lights. “A safe house.”

Liv shakes her head, “my daughter is missing. What the fuck! What the fuck is going on?” She yells, chest heaving as she looks between Nic and Javi.

“It is not their fault. Lucas…he controls the family business with Javi as the head. Javier does not run the family business, but when he steps out of line…Lucas makes sure he is put back in his place.” Gabriella feels bad for her boss, knowing how much heartache he has suffered.

“They tried to kill Estrella ten years ago.” Javi announces. “My father and Lucas, they are the reason she doesn’t remember me.” He says sadly before he looks over at Liv. “I am sorry, I just wanted Nic to repair his relationship with you and his daughter. I never would have brought you here if I had known what Lucas would do.”

Liv stares at him, “right. Where have they taken the girls?” She asks.

Nic bites his lip, “I might know someone who will know.” He quickly dials Vivian. “Vivan. I need to know where my daughter is. And we need backup. Lucas knows. It’s not Javi who’s in charge, it’s Lucas and he knows that the CIA is after him.”

Vivian pauses. “Are you sure, everything points to him.”

Nic nods even though she can’t see him. “Believe me, it's not him. They kidnapped his girlfriend too.”

“Damn.” Vivian huffs. “I’m going to send you a location, come immediately.”

The foursome get back into the Jeep, making their way to the location and Javi looks in shock at the state of the CIA safehouse. "Wow. They got to them too. Shit. Estrella and Addy...we cannot waste more time. I cannot lose her again." Javi pulls on his hair, a sob escaping his lips as he thinks about losing you again...for real.

Nic paces, trying to think of something. “There’s gotta be something we can do.” He ponders. “Your cousin. He has another house, yes?”

Javi nods, brightening up. “They would have taken them there! With the president's daughter.” Javi feels foolish that he was so blind to his cousin's plots, but he had honestly never wanted to have anything to do with the business.

“We need to go there then. The question is…how do we get in?” Liv asks.

Javi bites his lower lip, trying to figure out a plan. “The Italian mafia. The Don. He is supposed to be visiting and I am certain Lucas will invite him to the house to see the President’s daughter being kidnapped. A show of trust between them. You could impersonate him.” Javi suggests.

Gabriella shakes her head. “But he does not look like him.”

Liv smirks, “well you do have an award winning makeup artist here.” She points to herself.

“I’ll get what you need.” Gabriella announces.

****

Javi bites his lip, hiding near the entrance to Lucas’s estate and worrying that something will go wrong. It seems wrong, very wrong that he is relying on Nic to save you. “I have to get in there.” He tells Gabriella, turning and giving her a determined look before he picks up his gun. “I cannot sit here and let the love of my life die.”

You struggle against the binds, looking at Lucas as he mocks you. You had tried to escape but your aching ribs from where he kicked you remind you of what happens when you try to get away. "Poor little Estrella. Is your Javi going to come and save you? Fuck. You should've died on that cliff. I cut the damn brakes to make sure you did." Your eyes widen at that, the gag in your mouth stopping you from responding. "He was getting too soft. You indulged him in those stupid fucking movies. In his dreams. He should've been my right hand man. Instead, he's a pussy. I thought hearing you were dead would make him stop loving you but he still did. Pathetic." He spits.

Tears stream down your cheeks, wishing you could yell back at him. You know you're going to die. The gun in his hand displaying that inevitability, but you just wish you got a chance to tell Javi you love him, that you've fallen in love with him since the night of his party.

Javi sneaks into the lower portion of the estate undetected. A miracle since he is so nervous, but he has to do this. You deserve for him to rescue you. Pressing himself tight against the wall when someone rushes by, he hears them interrupt Lucas, a shout coming from the room where you might be held and all of them run out. Giving him the opportunity to make his way into the room.

You are shaking as Lucas aims the gun at your head, "I'm gonna do what I should've done ten years ago. You stupid fucking bi-" He's cut off by Javi rushing into the room. Nic's eyes widen and he pulls his gun out of his waistband, aiming it at Lucas.

"Liv. Take the girls." He orders, watching Lucas as he continues to aim the gun at you.

Javi points the gun at Lucas. “Don’t make me kill you.” He threatens, although he knows he might have to. He will do anything to keep you safe. “Estrella, get behind me.” You inch away from Lucas and tuck yourself behind his frame, his body shielding you from the crazy cousin of his before you hustle out with Nic and the other two.

You rush outside and Javi stops you so he can untie your hands after taking off the gag. You reach up to cup his cheeks, “you came for me.” You smile, and he nods, covering your hands with his, “always.”

The Jeep squeals to a stop, Nic and Liv in the front, the president’s daughter and Addy in the second row. “Come on. We need to fucking move. Love confessions can wait!” Nic yells and you fluster as you get into the back of the Jeep. Nic speeds away from the villa and you look back to see several cars racing towards you.

Javi watches the range rovers barrel behind them, even as good a driver as Nic is, he won’t be able to outrun them for long. “You need to get to the embassy!” He shouts after they have turned down a road and managed to get in front of them for a head start. “Stop!” He orders Nic. “I’ll distract them! Give you time to escape!”

You reach out to grab Javi’s hands. “You can’t do it Javi. He will kill you.” Nic shakes his head, looking in the rear view mirror. “You can’t go, Jav. We can outrun them.” He says and Javi shakes his head.

“You won’t outrun them and I’ve been running from my cousin for long enough. It’s time I stood up to him. Stop and let me get out.” He orders. Nic reluctantly stops and Javi opens the back door.

“I’m going with you.” You tell him, grabbing the assault rifle that was hidden in the back.

“No.” Javi shakes his head.

“I won’t leave you Javi. Not again.” You look into those brown eyes and he nods, helping you out of the Jeep. Tires squeal in the distance and Javi shuts the back door.

“Go! Go! Go!” He orders, reaching into his waistband for the golden guns. You raise your own weapon, looking over at him before you focus on Lucas. Firing at the SUVs speeding towards you.

Javi’s focus narrows, aiming for the tires of the SUV and when one blows, the car flips, taking out the two henchmen inside. Behind it, Lucas’s SUV roars around it and Javi can see the grin on his cousin’s face. Part of him wants to falter, to not hurt him, but he squashes that. Lucas had hurt you and he would make sure he would never do it again. He fires at his cousin and cries out, being propelled backwards when a bullet from his cousin hits him in the shoulder.

“Javi!” You shout,

“I’m okay!” He promises, aiming for the SUV. He clenches his jaw, raising his guns again. “Hijo de puta.” He hisses, firing at Lucas’s car again. He fires at the tires, popping two and the SUV goes flying past you. You turn to look at Javi, his chest heaving, and you surge forward to press your lips to his.

Javi’s eyes blow wide before he reaches up with his good arm and cups your cheek. Unable to believe that you are kissing him, he doesn’t waste it. Keeping his mouth fused with yours for as long as you will let him. Until you are crying out, breaking the kiss and grimacing like you are experiencing the worst pain of your life. Your headaches. He hopes that you remember something but he’s concerned. “Estrella!”

Your head throbs and you stumble away from him. Memories flood your mind from being a young child moving to Mallorca, meeting Javi at six years old and your years together. Eventually the throbbing subsides and you stand up, staring at him. “You- you told me you didn’t love me.” You flinch, moving back from him, unable to believe that he said that. That’s what caused you to drive and crash.

His eyes widen, ecstatic that you remember him, although he hates that you are upset at him. “Yes.” He admits softly. “I was trying to protect you from my family. And I didn’t succeed.” He hangs his head and bites his lip. “I’m so sorry Estrella. I- I died a little when I was told you were gone.”

You swallow, knowing that this has all been in your mind again, he doesn’t love you. Even now. Tears sting in your eyes, “you were trying to protect me.” You repeat and he nods, wanting to reach for you. “But- but you don’t love me?” You choke, needing to know for real.

“Estrella…” Javi takes a deep breath, aware that you could be angry enough to reject him, but he’s always regretted not telling you how he feels. Even if you walk away, he wants you to do it with the truth. “My love for you is greater than the stars in the sky.” He confesses. “You are my heart and soul. Even when I thought you were gone.” He swallows and looks into your eyes, his own feeling clear in the way that he starts to tear up. “I love you with every breath I take and always have.”

You exhale shakily, looking into those beautiful eyes that have haunted your dreams since arriving back at the compound, and you surge forward again. Tangling your fingers in his hair to drag his lips down to yours. “I love you so much. I love you. I love you. Te amo, Javi.” You whisper between pecks.

“Te amo, Estrella. Te amo.” Javi practically sobs the words, so damn grateful that he gets to kiss you, that you forgive him. He kisses you back, forgetting that he’s been shot until he tries to wrap that arm around you. Hissing against your lips in pain.

You pull back, “you’re injured, baby. We need to get you looked at. Come on. Lucas is gone. He’s gone.” You promise, grabbing Javier’s hand to guide him away from the road. “Let’s get you looked at.” You say, squeezing his hand as you walk down the road.

Javi nods, knowing the two of you need to get away from the area. If Lucas didn’t catch Nic, he would be coming back to make Javi suffer. “We can go to my safe house.” He tells you. “It’s secure and best of all, Lucas doesn’t know about it.” He huffs, squeezing your hand. “I’m so sorry, Estrella. I regretted lying to you immediately. I thought I was protecting you.”

"I understand. I- I mean, it fucking hurt. You ripped my heart out but...I understand. Javi. Lucas - he - he fucking cut the brakes on my car. Who knows what he would've done to break us apart. I understand why you did that now." You promise, guiding him along the road. "All that matters now is we have each other...and I have my memories back." You lift your joined hands to kiss the back of his.

“I will make it up to you.” Javi promises, stopping on the road and turning to you. Leaning in to press his lips to yours again. Thrilled that he’s kissing you, something he thought would never happen. “Show you how much I love you. I -“ He chuckles and shakes his head. “I love you.”

You are quick to get back to Javi's safehouse. "Do you have a first aid kit?" You ask. He nods and tells you it's in the kitchen. You quickly find it and rush back over to him, opening the kit. "You, uh, I need you to take your shirt off." You fluster. Ridiculous when you've seen him shirtless so many times while swimming or on the beach. This is different though. You're both grown up and you are in love. The attraction you felt towards him from the night of his party has exploded into a burning ball of lust that keeps blazing in your stomach.

He pulls off his shirt gingerly, hissing slightly. The bullet went through his shoulder so he doesn’t have to worry about you digging it out. He bites his lip, wondering if it’s just the after effects of the near death experience that has him wanting to strip you down and forget about everything but exploring every inch of your skin. “Sorry.” He murmurs when he flinches slightly. “Tender.”

"You nod in understanding, getting the antiseptic cream. "Sit down." You order and he sits on the sofa. "The good thing is it's gone through so I will clean it and bandage it up but you need proper care once we are safe." You tell him, dabbing his shoulder to clean the blood before coating it with antiseptic cream. "The good thing is your dear cousin doesn't like big guns so it's only small." You say, focusing on treating him and ignoring those dark brown eyes looking at you. You slather some Vaseline over the wounds before bandaging them up. "There. That will do for now." You tell him, cupping his cheeks as you look down at him. "I love you Javi. God, I don't think I will ever get tired of saying that to you. I love you." You whisper, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

The air around you changes and Javi doesn't even think before he is reaching for you. Pulling you down onto his lap and holding onto your waist as you straddle him. “I love you, mi amor.” He promises, closing his eyes in pleasure at the feeling of you on top of him. “I-” He stops and licks his lips, opening his eyes and looking into yours. “Let me show you?” He asks softly.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you nod, leaning forward to tentatively press your lips to his. Your hands caressing his arms, mindful of his injury, and he deepens the kiss. You moan into his mouth, shifting to get even closer to him, and you open your mouth to grant him access.

Groaning, he slides his tongue into your mouth to caress yours. Wrapping his good arm around you so he can start to rock you on the growing erection, twitching underneath you when you start moving with him. “Dreamed of this so often.” He admits quietly. He’s been with women, appreciated them and hopefully made them feel good, but he had always wanted you. “Touching you. Making you feel good.” His other hand slides up, caressing your waist and continuing up to squeezing your breast over your shirt.

"Me too. You know, before. I realized I was in love with you when I was eighteen. Always imagined you being my first but...it didn't happen that way. Doesn't matter. We are here now." You say when you see the sadness in his eyes. You grind down onto him, reaching for the hem of your shirt, dirty and stained from being held captive and dragged around. You pull it over your head, exposing your chest, and you look into his eyes as you unclasp your bra, taking off it swiftly.

Javi inhales sharply, eyes sliding down to look at your tits and placing his hand back on your breast to cup it. Palming one while he ducks his head down and starts to kiss down your chest. Placing a kiss on the top of your breast before he wraps his lips around the nipple. Groaning when you whine and thread your fingers through his hair. He had imagined taking your virginity so many years ago, although he would never hold finding pleasure in the years you’ve been apart against you. “Hermosa.” He murmurs with your nipple in his mouth, looking up at you.

You inhale sharply, looking into those dark eyes that are staring at you with adoration and devotion. "Hopefully, you'll be my last." You murmur, running your fingers through his locks. You gently push him away, standing up from the sofa to unbutton your jeans, pushing them down after kicking off your shoes, and you kneel down in front of him. His wide eyes make you chuckle as you reach for his belt to unbuckle it.

“I- you don’t have to- to do that.” He murmurs softly, shivering when you tug on his pants to get the buckle loose and rip it open eagerly to unbutton the khakis he is wearing. “I- Estrella-” He breathes out, straining against the boxers that he is wearing. He doesn’t want you to feel obligated, this is supposed to be about making you feel good, not him. Groaning, his head falls back onto the sofa when you cup him through the material.

You look up at him before you tug on his boxers. “I want to. Do you have any idea how many times I have thought of doing this?“ He shakes his head as you pull his boxers off of his legs to expose his throbbing, hard cock. “Every fucking day since I was 16, minus the time I forgot about you.“ You reach out to wrap your fingers around his cock, groaning at how thick he is. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve wondered what this looks like when you wear those fucking speedos?” You coo, slowly pulling down the foreskin so you can rub your thumb over the head, picking up the drop of pre-cum before pumping his cock.

“Fuck.” He hisses, trying not to react but his dick jumps in your hand. “So wrong what I wanted to do to you when you were 16.” He confesses, looking down at you. “Knew it was wrong, that’s why I didn’t.” He had been very cognizant of the age difference between the two of you. Never acting on the thoughts that had pushed into his mind when you had slowly turned into a full blown woman in front of him.

“Why do you think I had such skimpy bikinis the summer I was 17? Just wanted you to notice me. But I have your attention now?“ You lean forward to wrap your lips around the head of his cock. Your eyes watching his until they flutter closed as you take him deeper into your mouth, the salty taste of his pre cum is hitting your tongue as you slide your hand lower to the base of his cock.

“Oh shit.” He whines the curse and reaches down to caress your jaw, feeling it stretch wide while you take him down your throat. “Oh fuck, Estrella.” He pants out, unable to believe this is happening. “Believe me, you had my attention then.” He promises. “W-wanted to pull off your bottoms and lick your pussy.” Javi doesn’t normally talk dirty, but you inspire it, thinking about every sexy scene in movies where men have made the women whine with their words. Especially because it’s true.

You moan around his girth, taking him deeper, and you caress his chest with your free hand. Sliding your mouth down to lick his balls while your hand pumps him. “God, Javi.” You whimper, sliding your tongue along the underside of his cock. You can’t stand not touching more of him. Deciding to straddle his thighs, his cock pressing against your stomach and you grind against him as you continue pumping his cock, twisting your wrist while you surge forward to press your lips to his.

Javi moans, pulling you close and rocking up against your panties covering your pussy. He can feel the heat and wetness, wanting to push them aside and bury himself inside you. Instead he reaches down and slides his hand into them, fingers delving through the neatly trimmed hair above your puffy lip and sliding between them to start rubbing your clit. “Fuck.” He hisses into your mouth, feeling how wet you are. “So beautiful.”

You gasp, unable to resist grinding down onto his fingers as he rubs “Oh fuck.“ You moan and lean forward to kiss your neck . You slump forward against his chest, giving him more access to your cunt. “Please Javi. I need you inside of me.” You plead, reaching for his hand.

He allows you to drag his hand out of your panties, watching as you climb off him again and pull them down so you can kick them off. His hand wraps around his cock while you are standing in front of him, slowly squeezing and pumping his cock while the woman of his dreams stands in front of him. “I love you.” He promises, “I’m clean and haven’t- it’s been awhile.” He confesses, blushing slightly. “I don’t have condoms here with me.”

You bite your lip, “I’m not on anything. It’s been a while for me too. I need you though. What about - you can pull out?” You ask and he nods rapidly. You waste no time in straddling him again, reaching down to grip his cock and position himself at your entrance. You lock your eyes with his as you sink down onto his cock.

You steal his breath away. Making it catch and slide out in a groan as the heat of your body surrounds him. His fingers on your hips tightening and his face morphing into one of complete bliss while you lower yourself onto him. Whispering your name and twitching inside you when your ass is pressed against his thighs and he can feel the back wall of your cunt nestled cozily against the head of his cock. “Oh fuck, I love you.” He breathes out, pressing his lips to yours.

You are mindful of his injured shoulder as you cling to him. “Love you too. So- so much. El amor de mi vida.” You whisper, starting to rock on top of him. A whine escapes your lips as his cock moves inside of you. He’s so thick. It takes your breath away that you’re so full up but that could be the fact that it’s Javi. “God. I love you. I love you.” You pant, starting to rock your hips a little harder. Reluctant for his cock to leave your body as you grind on top of him.

He watches, unable to look away from the vision of you riding him. The fantasies of youth melded with the reality of now making him moan and whine while his hips rock up. “Mi amor, mi estrella.” He pants out. “I love you, only you, always you.” He promises, panting out the words while his entire body lights up in pleasure.

You rock on top of him, pressing your forehead against his as you look into his eyes, unable to look away. "baby. Oh shit. Baby." You whimper, rocking your hips as you grip his upper arms, careful of his wound. "Jav. Fuck. I need- you need to take over." You tell him, your thighs burning.

Javi nods, shifting and moving you onto your back. Laying you down on the sofa and bracing his weight above you with his good arm. “Fuck.” He groans, rolling his hips and thrusting into you smoothly. “This way- this way I can p-pull out.” He groans, loving how tightly you grip him.

You look up at him, your heart thumping in your chest as he rocks into you. He's deep and you love the way little grunts are coming out of his mouth. "So beautiful." You moan, cupping his cheek as you caress his lower back with your other hand. "My Javi." You murmur, a lazy smile on your face as he rolls his hips.

He groans, loving the possessiveness in your tone. You feel incredible, tight and hot and it’s you. He’s nearly overwhelmed and it’s only a dozen more thrusts before his face is twisting in pleasure. “Shit, I- fuck-“ he quickly pulls out of you, his cock throbbing as ropes of his cum paints your stomach. “Sorry.” He groans, wishing he had lasted longer.

You don't care that he came, just entranced at the sight of it. You love the way his chest heaves and the flush on his cheeks as he kneels between your legs, his cock in his hand as he looks down at you. You can't help but reach down to swipe your finger through his cum, licking it off of your digit with a hum.

Javi huffs, leaning up and kissing your chin before he starts shuffling down your body. Propping your legs up on his shoulder and sliding his tongue through your folds.

"Fuck!" You cry out, not expecting him to do that, and you reach down to tangle your fingers in his locks. "Shit. Oh - oh wow. You're good at that." You pant, tilting your head to look at him as his tongue flicks over your clit. "God, you are - that's good." You moan, rocking your hips up to meet his tongue.

He loves your praise, groaning and making sure to flick his tongue over your clit again. Gripping your hips and pulling you towards his mouth. Wanting you to cum. Needing you to. He wants to make you feel as good as he did. Dark eyes look up at you and he sucks your clit into his mouth.

"Fingers. Need your fingers, amor." You plead and he follows your order, pushing two fingers into you. You whine, rocking your hips up. "Fuck. That's it baby." You moan, your walls fluttering around his digits. "Oh God. Gonna make me cum." You pant, gripping his hair and the edge of the sofa.

He groans, silently pleading for you to do it. He wants to see you come apart for him. Loving how you tug on his hair. He sucks harder and is rewarded by you gasping out his name and your thighs tightening around his head.

"Oh oh OH!" You squeal, clamping down on his fingers as you cum, nearly pulling out his locks as you soak his digits. Your back arches as your heel digs into his uninjured shoulder. Your eyes are closed as you throw your head back, body shaking from your orgasm.

Javi’s tongue gets softer, laving over your clit gently as he works you through your orgasm. Loving how you sigh and moan quietly while you shake. Winding you down until he is just resting his chin on your mound and looking up at you. “Good, amor?”

You smile, a giggle escaping your lips as you reach for him to pull you up from between your thighs. "So good. So damn good, baby. God, I love you." You nudge your nose against his as he hovers over you, pressing your lips to his several times. "I don't know if I'll ever get sick of saying that." You sigh against his jaw.

“Don’t.” He begs softly, smiling down at you. “Don’t ever get sick of saying it because I want to hear it for the rest of our lives.” He murmurs, kissing you again. “We’re gonna be good, baby. We will make sure we have a future that is away from all this.” He promises.

"I can't wait. I want to be yours. I want to be beside you every day until I die. I am yours. Always yours and you will do amazing things so I will always be proud to be yours." You tell him, knowing he can do what he wants to do, achieve his dreams.

****

Javi spots Nic and squeezes your hand before letting it go and rushes over to his friend. “Nic!” He calls out, watching the actor turn towards him and smile. They had been able to write their script after all, a story of yours and Javi’s love, added in the background of Nic’s redemption movie. If the applause was anything to go by, it was a success. “How was it?” He asks, anxious to hear.

“You didn’t watch it?” Nic demands, making Javi shrug.

“I was too nervous.” He admits, turning back to look at you and motions you over from where you had been slowly following behind him.

You had joined Javi in the lobby, unable to watch yourself on screen. You’d been cast in the movie to play the love interest. At first you protested, not wanting to be cast because of Javi, but the producers loved your audition so now you can officially say you’re a Hollywood actor. “And you too?” Nic asks, raising his eyebrows.

“Javi was nervous so I decided to, uh, distract him.” You confess, patting down your hair, and Javi blushes. Nic just chuckles, happy to see you both together, happy to see Javi is happy.

“Well I’m glad that things seem to be going well.” Nic tells you both, eager to leave.

“You are not going to the after parties?” Javi frowns in confusion and Nic shakes his head, giving his friend a soft smile.

“I have somewhere to be.” He tell him. “But you two go, live it up.” He looks at you with a wink. “They are talking about Best Supporting Actress for you already. So get ready to be busy.” He promises.

Your eyes widen and Javi grins, “I told you you were incredible.” He leans down to kiss your forehead. “Vanity Fair wants an interview.” Javi announces and Nic pats his shoulder.

“Go enjoy yourself Jav.” He orders, pulling him in for a hug. You hug Nic next and he leaves after bidding you goodbye. After leaving Mallorca, Lucas was arrested thanks to an “anonymous tip” and the compound was seized by the policía but not before Javi managed to move his memorabilia. You both moved to L.A to film the movie, a new start for you in a new country.

“Come on Estrella, I want the world to know about my beautiful wife.” Javi says, taking your hand in his and kissing the back of it, his lips brushing your rings. Oh, and you also married the love of your life, Javi. Your life might seem like a crazy movie script but in the end, you got your happy ending.

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I FINISHED SEASON 1 OF WOLF359 AND THIS IS NOT OKAY (Reaction to Episodes 11-13, plus mini episode 1)

So basic info on the tags and how to follow my reactions below, but I'm honestly too emotional to type much more than that. What the heck was even that? I gotta get going, so I'll let past Bods of a few minutes ago do the talking under the "Keep Reading Button" but YIKES this was a LOT.

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So for these last few episodes, I'm just gonna live react since I have the time to sit down. Sorry for inconsistent formatting.

Episode 11: Am I Alone Now?

Um... Hilbert? A grey door where no one ever goes??? Well...where does it go? "Open in Emergency When You're Alone"... what does that mean?

Oh the joke about the genie. I've heard this one before: "I wish my friends were back with me". Yep, that's it.

Wait. Wait. Is that what the door does? Does it somehow...bring them back? What is this metaphor trying to suggest? Or...does it only make you think they're back? So that you don't go crazy? Or is it a door that leads outside the ship? Like...a door that gives you the option to, for lack of a better word, "give up" if the others die and you're left alone in space? Because that would also be dark.

Okay, Hilbert, I agree, fear can be adaptive. Uh, not sure about the gun and war thing, that's not exactly what I meant...wait bombs? Hilbert, no, you SHOULD be afraid of yourself.

Working on the fear of death? Uh...Hilbert? Are you uh...working on reanimating corpses in space, because that sounds like a bad idea to me.

"Alone should be afraid of us instead there is a door incase I am ever alone." Well what about the others?

I agree Hilbert, alone can be a good time to focus, but I gotta say, not sure I like how you're spending your valuable alone time.

"The scary part is the part of your mind that whispers back: how can you be sure?".

Oh. Now what's interesting about that quote is that in the "Alone should be afraid of us" sentence it personifies alone. The only way to really be comfortable being alone is if you are confident that you are stronger than whatever might be there if you aren't alone. But how can you ever know 100% that you are stronger than the unknown? Also there are sound effects that sound like someone moving about. Don't like that.

Is it Blessie?

"Someone must think they are alone when they are not, there must be monsters underneath someone's bed". Okay, Hilbert, clearly going for the creepy quote of the episode award.

Why is there knocking?

Uh...Empty Man?

Um...why is WHO here Hilbert? What other missions???? Was Hilbert on another mission? Hello???? Hilbert? EXPLAIN????

"You weren't here last time, but now you are here waiting for the day, open in case of emergency, open only when you are alone."

Does the empty man want them to open the door? When they think he's not around? Why?

Uh...I don't think that joke is very funny Hilbert. And no, I'm not laughing, you're dodging my questions.

Oh now we're onto Hera. I like this. We see a lot of Doug alone but not the others.

Yeah, Hera you should NOT trust the code Hilbert gives you. I wouldn't be surprised if he's experimenting on you too.

HERA. WHAT DO YOU "SENSE UNSEEN?" And yeah...Hera I know how programming works. If I don't unblock the wolf359 tag, tumblr.com isn't gonna just show me wolf359 posts, or tell me "hey here's one you should look at". But let's just say, hypothetically, that one of my mutuals draws some wolf359 season 1 fan art that doesn't spoil anything for me. Then I would trust that they might message me, and tell me that it's okay to view their wonderful art, but I won't know that unless they tell me because the tag is blocked. Not the best metaphor, but the point still stands, Hera I guess you don't HAVE to tell them about the "empty man" roaming the ship unless they ask you for that information. But as their friend, you probably should. What motivation would you have for hiding this? Hera seems to have very human attributes in terms of her ability to have social connections. She also seems to care about them to some degree. At least, she seems fond of Doug and has some tension with Mincowski and Hilbert. She's pretending to talk to Doug, which is a very human thing to do.

Ah yes. Good for you for finding loopholes in your programming Hera. I like riddles too. But...what exactly are you going to do with these riddle answers you've acquired? Are you going to help the rest of the crew? Blessie? The empty man? Or do you have your own agenda?

"Somedays I wonder if I'll miss you after you go away forever Doug." Aw, Hera. 🥺.

"I doubt it". No, I think you will Hera. The fact that you, a robot, are even wondering about missing Doug makes me think you will. Especially since you could, theoretically, live until the heat death of the universe, which is a very long time to be alone.

Wait. WAIT. The storm is happening on a part of the spectrum that their minds can't process...is that what the empty man is? Is that why they can't see him? But Hera can't see it either so her programming must either not be able to see it or it's being blocked. But weirdly enough, only visually it seems. Huh.

Hera seems frustrated with humanity, but also seems to care about them, maybe envy them a little bit. I love this level of complexity with her. "Once the game is over, I'll come up with some names for these colors." Yikes, Sophie, when you said that I was writing the Whisperer very similarly to Hera, I didn't realize it was gonna be that spot on, but okay, especially with her calling this a “game”. It’s kinda like a darker version of what I’m writing or at least, it seems to be leaning darker, probably because it’s adult media. It also makes me wonder who Hera's creator is and what they want, or maybe that just doesn't matter in this story.

"Someday. After you've all gone away..." Um. Hera. Did you open the door?

Or are you the genie in this metaphor?

Ah now we're with Doug.

INCINERATED? What sort of psych evaluation is this? And these questions are NOT standardized for space. When coming up with psych evaluation materials, you need context. Answers that are normal in a warzone or in space are not normal in everyday life.

WHY IS HE SEARCHING FOR ALIEN LIFE IF HE DOESN'T WANT TO BE HERE? Doug, I know pizza hut might not be paying much, but you gotta follow your passion, and this clearly isn't it.

10 things you miss about earth and not one person? No one? No family? No friends?

"Great listener"/"I empathize too much" ok Doug.

Hm. Not too sure about Doug's answers. Honesty is only overrated when you're not the one being lied to Doug.

It also makes me wonder what you really miss about Earth.

Wait. Mission = Punishment? Spaceship = Prison? Is Doug...are they...are they doing this because they are completing a criminal sentence? If so, I can see how Hilbert and Mincowski got assigned to this as a punishment, they have science and military backgrounds, but what on Earth is Doug's story? "He was a former tech genius kid who burnt out got into drugs and alcohol, worked at pizza hut, did a crime, and now they sent him to space?" And since when do space missions fulfill court mandated community service? Also Doug I think technically has arms training, because if I recall correctly, Mincowski gave him a gun but refused to give one to Hilbert. Like...who are you Doug? What is your deal?

Alone...again. Yeah, just Doug and the voices in his head. Forgot about those. There's a lot to keep track of for a small cast of characters.

Let's do a quick run down before we hear from the commander:

Doug Eiffel- former pizza hut employee, no family/friends to speak of, possibly serving prison sentence, apparently knows how to use a gun and a lot about communications

Dr. Hilbert- doing VERY unethical space experiments, sees himself as a genius despite being a huge liability whose mind was nearly over taken by a killer plant. Obviously knows SOMETHING the others don't, so I don't trust him or his spinal fluid stealing ways.

Commander Mincowski- stereotypical by the books commander, I like her, but she also has a ton of unanswered questions and vague backstory so ???

Hera- seems nice, I wish people treated her better but also clearly keeping secrets from the others including Doug who is her friend so Hera what are you doing?

Percival The Plant aka. "Percy" aka. The Blessed Eternal aka. "Percival B. Eternal" aka. "Blessie" aka "Specimen 34"- a plant that thinks of itself as a god. Where did it come from? Even if it did take over the ship, what is it's plan? No one knows.

The Empty Man???- may or may not exist, seems to be off the visible spectrum even for robots and AI. He's hungry or as the messages put it "the empty man hungers" and that's about all we know about him. What we don't know is what his food source is, and I find that rather troubling. Maybe Doug can make him some pizza. Oh, and one other thing: he knocks. Which...is surprisingly courteous behavior from a dangerous man that can't be seen. But why would they open the door for him, unless...oh. Unless they are so desperate not to be alone that they embrace the empty man. But like...how would that even...I don't even know. Also apparently the empty man was asleep, because the first message said he'd awoken. Awoken from what? Hyper sleep? Was he in the box? Apparently he can see them even if he can't be seen, and I don't like that.

The voices in Doug's head- they say "he's not the first". Which is kind of crazy, because Dr. Hilbert was talking about "other missions". So um...what other missions? Who are the others? Who are the voices? Is something being transmitted into Douglas' head?

Captain Lovelace and that scientist lady (don't remember her name) from the sealed off lab- are they still alive? Were they on a previous mission? Why did they want to make spiders bigger? What was the point of these experiments? I SWEAR I saw people posting about Lovelace before I blocked the tag, which makes me think she's important.

The Spiders- presumed dead. Let's hope so.

The thing in the box- weird that the box was 953, which is 359 backwards. Weird that it had a heartbeat. Weird that it was labelled "for Doug Eiffel" with no other information. Odd that there were so many other seemingly nonsensical boxes in that room.

Whoever sent the “Empty Man” messages. Because I’m starting to suspect it might not have been command and there might not have been a psychological experiment. Which means the messages were meant for someone, but whoever sent them didn't want the others to know about it. ...but who were the messages for? Hilbert? Hera? Hilbert? ...Blessie???

Whoever sent that jazz music earlier. It's good music, but why?

Also important to note that multiple characters on this list might be the same people, people pretending to be the same people, or different versions of the same character due to cloning or time travel experiments thanks to weird space magic and also Dr. Hilbert.

Now let's here from the captain.

I um...I wouldn't call the talent show a success. Dr. Hilbert didn't get to make the ice cream! We never even got to find out what everyone's favorite flavor was 😥

3 minutes. Okay. Let's see what Captain Mincowski says.

I wonder who she's talking to.

Yeah, the plant being, it's weird that that's not a priority here, I agree Captain.

Huh. The weather is weird. VERY weird that Hilbert is ignoring it, and VERY weird that he has human tissues samples and jars with dead things after giving a monologue about trying to conquer death. Don't like that one little bit.

Soap? Hilbert you need to get better at lying. And yeah, captain given that he's talking about "other missions", I think he might have been lying for longer than anyone realizes...

Things moving around and turning up in odd places...it seems the empty man and Blessie (one of the two) enjoy furniture rearranging...yeah I do think there's more than the three of you, my list had at least 10 with some possible overlap.

I'm sorry what. The station changes? THE DOOR TO A SECTION JUST VANISHED? Terrarium? That might be Blessie, but still...that's weird. Eiffel...huh. Unsure if this is a case of him being so absent minded he didn't notice or remember the terrarium, or if he legit can't remember. Wait Wednesday started over? Clocks turned back at midnight? FOOD RETURNED? Okay you can change clocks, but you can't...okay time is being warped now. Maybe. Possibly. This is gonna be one of those things where you don't know how much is in their heads and how much is actually happening right? Oh boy. But also...how can one remember a time loop and the others don't...unless they are all remembering different loops...oh goodness, is this like Netflix's Dark, where I'm gonna have to start drawing maps or something?

"I don't know if there's anyone else I can trust": yeah, commander, and with the others in the same boat, it looks like you all really are alone.

Wait "MARRIED ME?" Who is she calling? Aw. Happy Birthday. That's sad but sweet. I hope she makes it home to whoever that is, but...for some reason I doubt.

Also...with the time loop stuff...is that what they mean by saying Doug isn't the first? Is Hilbert trying to escape the time loop is that why he remembers the other missions? What are the missions for? What does Hera know? Man I gotta stop doing these as study breaks or I'm never gonna quit.

But. Wait wait. Okay, I know I’ve had about 600 different insane theories already, but one more: I don’t know who sent the empty man messages. But. Is the empty man… a vessel for someone? Hilbert was talking about cheating death, time warp stuff is happening, maybe this is an invention of future Hilbert. If it came from the box, it might be for Doug. Like a… backup body for his consciousness or an… invisible clone or something? It makes the “you’re not the first” stuff make sense too. Doesn’t explain Hera’s behavior or why Doug is in space, or why the empty man is hungry and knocking, but… you know what never mind idk where I was going with this one.

I think I'll react to the rest tomorrow, because it's late, and I'm tired.

Episode 12: Deep Breaths

Update: It is tomorrow. :)

Why so doom and gloom Doug? Oh it's Christmas. Well someone's a bit of a scrooge. What else besides celebrating a nice holiday Doug? What doesn't the commander remember?

No Doug, don't hint at stuff, explain it. Normalize explaining things.

Doug. A cigarette cannot be all you are living for. You need help. You all need help.

Don't cry for me Argentina? Do not go gentle into that good night?

Doug is so dramatic. I'd hate him more, but I'm in this picture, and I don't like it.

Hilbert. Why do you need him for your experiment?

DOUG DO NOT LIT THE CIGARETTE.

Hera tell him.

Everyone needs to listen to Hera more. And also ask her more questions.

Oh boy another recording!

Sounds like music, less clear this time...oh. A band!

Aw, Hera remembered his birthday! 🥺 Wait...were those words via the transmission!

Oh Hilbert hush up.

Why would it matter if they were all music or always old transmissions from the 10s or 20s?

Hilbert. Okay. Look, 7.8 light years away, I get that...but...now hear me out...isn't it possible that you could be picking up music on a station that plays music from an older decade? Like if I picked up the song "Let it be" by the Beatles my first thought would not be "Hey! That song didn't come out 8 years ago. ALIENS." it would be "oh we pick up a 60s/70s radio station". Now obviously something deeper probably IS going on here, but still a bit of a leap.

Uh. Making a return trip to...where?? Also this is some pretty clear music. Also good quote "When you eliminate the impossible, whatever is left no matter how unlikely must be true."

Also I recognize the music playing. Is that...hold up is that Church music? For Christmas? Wait now it sounds like a ballet?

Um...what is that.

...and why did it happen as soon as they talked about trying to find the aliens?

Let's see. A little weird that the station can receive transmission better than it can send. 40 light years away? That's pretty far.

And um...I don't know if I'd be so optimistic about this. We still have a lot of unanswered questions.

What is lock down protocol 24c and what is indigo39? Hilbert. HILBERT. Were you lying about the aliens to experiment on Doug Hilbert?

Oh poor Hera. Alpha victor? What... how does Hilbert have all these codes? Why can't she let Mincowski in? Hilbert. Are you taking over the ship? Is this a one man mutiny? It is treason. WHY DOES THIS ALTER THE MISSION? LAST HALF HOUR OF OXYGEN? NO NO NO NO NO!

Yeah Eiffel, he IS crazy.

Oh no Hera.

Minutes? How does he have a way to contact Earth? Who is YOUR superior Hilbert? The devil? He must be since you are RUINING CHRISTMAS AND DOUGLAS' BIRTHDAY THAT NO ONE BUT HERA REMEMBERED. How hard is it to save your evil plans until after the holidays? How hard is it not to betray a man on his birthday?

Hera. Hera PLEASE tell me you found a way to win the game. PLEASE tell me you found a way around this.

...Hera?

Uh-oh.

Episode 13: Gas Me Twice

Well that was a bummer. I swear, Mincowski better not die she has a family.

I hate Hilbert so much. Dude is the WORST.

Wait! The oxygen mask! For the cigarette! Douglas your stupidity has saved you again!

...oh my gosh I really am in this picture, and I don't like it.

Oh no. Hera. Hera you need to help him. Yes Douglas! Have faith in her! Even though she's actively withholding information, she still seems nice! HERA! It hurts her? Oh no... oh Hera no. 🥺

22 minutes of air? Well, at least she's still alive.

Incoming pulse beacon? Interesting...

Hephestus station please respond? ...Who is Cutter???

Contingency scenarios? Data series? Transmission from deep space? Origin source? Who are these people? WHAT ARE THEY LOOKING FOR?

Oh...wait why would he know about Eiffel being alive? Haha...oh Eiffel. This was a good plan. But you might have wanted to get a little more information from him.

Death was no immediate? Okay so Hilbert was under orders to kill, but it seems Doug is his own experimental side project? Interesting...

Oh dear. A fire. Looks like you have to let Hera have control back.

Yes! Mincowski is still alive! :)

YES HERA! Emergency response overrides it! For 20 minutes? Great. Kill or capture Hilbert now.

MADE HIM DO WHAT? NO HERA NO!

HERAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Restarting... no. No. Hera. You killed her. 😢😟🥺

This gif I found pretty much approximates my feelings:

HILBERT NEEDS TO DIE.

Shut up Hilbert. No one wants to hear you speak.

Oh...hello Mincowski :)

NOW BEAT HIM UP!

And yeah...it's okay Mincowski. A lot has happened. Christmas was ruined. You lost a crewmate. It's okay to not be okay.

Can you hear me? Well Hera did say she could always hear him. Maybe a part of her mind got saved somewhere. At least, we can always hope.

Lobotomized her? No you need to fix her. 🥺

Hilbert you bastard. I don't swear much or at all on this blog, but if there was ever a time, it is now. And um... given the plant situation and the other mysterious stuff on the ship...look I don't support murder, but maybe you could just send Hilbert off by himself in a little pod and let nature take its course.

You deserved a good dinner Mincowski. Aw, Doug is 32. Happy Birthday Doug.

Hm. A communication from Hilbert's commanders. This is awkward. But better open it. And yeah, you both deserve answers.

But who is on the other line?

...Why does it sound like an telephone?

WHAT.

How dare. How dare they end on such a cliffhanger?

Mini Episode 1: Are space suits itchy?

So I'm not sure what this is, but it's on my podcast list as the last episode of season 1, so I'm gonna listen to it? Let me know if it's not canon or something, but hopefully it will be nice, even if I don't get any answers.

Aw, third grade questions. "What do you do when you're crewmate betrays you?"

IDIOTIC QUESTION? Doug what is up with your family? Be nice to Stephanie, it was a fair question.

Yeah, no don't see your doctor. He's nuts. I feel like I might be listening to his out of order. Which is a good thing. Otherwise Doug would be on the podcast telling third graders to not call their doctor lest the doctor try to kill him.

Oh boy the censorship 😂. Mincowski is the better person for this.

Well that was a quick one, but nice! Oh okay, so it was like a mini episode that aired during a break, okay. Well I hope that soon enough I'll be able to listen to more. Because I need answers. Hera needs to get better. And Hilbert needs to go to jail. I want his degrees revoked! I want him rotting in the slammer! I want the world to look upon him with nothing but contempt and disgust!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this, see you all next time.

Wait no, wait hold on. What about the door? The door that Hilbert was supposed to open once he killed all of them? The grey door, the one he kept giving ominous monologues about? And...he knew about the empty man, or maybe the transmission were to tell him about the empty man. But what is that? What does that mean? You know what, we can figure that out later, I'm still mad at him.

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sweetfirebird · 5 months

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Christmas Shit

The next of the Christmas charity prompts. @orbisonblue generously donated and asked for some Jimmy and Javier from From Better or Worse.

Content tags: some mention of Jimmy's (absent) awful, homophobic family, complete with how they think/talk about gay stuff as well as Jimmy. This is futurefic, so I guess book spoilers.

All characters are mine blah blah.

Christmas Shit

Javier let himself into Jimmy’s place through the back door like always, narrowly avoiding Baci as she bolted outside to chase leaves, one of the bags in his arms smacking into the wall hard enough to make him freeze and listen for any glass breaking. But he forgot the spun glass white egret intended as a Christmas present for Peyo to put in the yard that was now possibly shattered into a thousand pieces, because Jimmy sprang up from where he’d been lying on the couch and flailed around until he found the remote.

He waved it at the TV while forcefully pressing buttons, probably intending to turn it off but only pausing the screen. Javier glanced at the image of several white people in period costumes lined up opposite each other for what he assumed was a dance, then faced Jimmy, who was staring at him with eyes a little too wide. As though Javier had just walked in on him watching porn—no, Javier had walked in on him watching porn and also had watched some with him, so this was something else.

He realized what only a second after his first thought. Trust Jimmy to still have hangups about doing anything that might be considered ‘weak’ or ‘gay’ where anyone in his family might see.

Javier was not someone who raged or held grudges, but he had a collection of things he was waiting for a chance to say to the Rizzo family if he ever met them.

Not that he ever would. That was why Jimmy was out here, and why he volunteered to work on every holiday, and probably why he’d made up reasons to not go to Christmas shopping at the mall in Riverton with Javier and Peyo today.

“You’re home earlier than I expected,” Jimmy said, almost breathless. He was not looking back at the TV screen. Javier couldn’t let him go on being nervous, even though if he waited, Jimmy would remember on his own that Javier was one of his asshole relations back in the Midwest who would insist something like that was for fags.

But Javier didn’t feel like letting Jimmy suffer even for another second. “Is that Pride and Prejudice?” He calmly closed the door behind him; Baci would let them know when she wanted back inside.

“I don’t know,” Jimmy answered immediately, then seemed to realize how childish he sounded and frowned at the couch for a moment. “I guess,” he amended. “Probably.”

Javier gentled his voice but made his point anyway. “Everyone knows who Colin Firth is. Because of that thing.” Jimmy set his jaw as though he had an argument he wasn’t going to make, so Javier added, “and that Bridget Jones or whatever.” And then, because it would make Jimmy’s relatives squirm, “And Mamma Mia.”

“Rhonda loves that movie. Fuck you. She put it on when I was over there.” This was muttered, but at least Jimmy was starting to look less squirrely.

Tiny’s wife did love Mamma Mia. But Javier suspected that Jimmy’s opera-loving ass was fond of it too, and would probably enjoy more musicals if given the chance.

Javier left that unsaid. “You can keep watching. I’m going to go stash this stuff in the bedroom.”

It was not, technically, his bedroom, or even their bedroom. Not on the lease anyway. Javier still had his bedroom in Peyo’s house next door. But when he’d told Jimmy he’d be hiding presents in their bedroom, Jimmy hadn’t objected. He’d even cleared out space in the closet.

“Nah, I don’t need to watch the rest, it’s okay,” Jimmy denied anyway.

Javier studied him without moving, letting shopping bag handles dig into his arms. He stared until Jimmy fidgeted and said, “What? It’s fine. I don’t need to keep watching.”

Then Javier just said, very softly, “It’s okay if you’d rather watch it by yourself. But I wouldn’t spoil it for you if you let me join you. I’ve never seen it. Just that other one.”

Jimmy put his head back like this was an unexpected blow. “You saw that one?”

Javier nodded. “In the station believe it or not. And no, it was not me or Scotty who put it on. Hmm. I did read one of her books, Austen’s I mean, in college, but not this one. So definitely no spoilers from me.”

“Oh.” Jimmy shifted from foot to foot once, restless or indecisive. “I didn’t put this on either. But it came on.”

“And it was so good that you stopped what you were doing to watch?” Javier couldn’t help his smile or the teasing, but getting Jimmy to forget his fight-or-flight reactions to these things always felt good. Like a reward or a gift shared between the two of them. But he didn’t push the teasing despite how he probably could have now. “You want something to eat? I can do that next and bring it to you while you watch.”

Jimmy narrowed his eyes, but then dipped one shoulder, looking so adorably bashful and fierce at the same time that Javier hid a sigh. “Yeah. Thanks. You don’t have to, but thanks. I… you can join me, if you want. I can start over.”

“I’m not going to make you do that.” Javier wouldn’t have anyway, but also he vaguely thought that version was long and he had already worn himself out with the drive to Riverton and then shopping, and was probably going to take a nap even if he tried not to. It wasn’t worth it to start it all over for him now. “But you could fill me in while I make us some sandwiches?”

Jimmy wiped the amazed look off his face quickly, but Javier still caught it. He didn’t comment, though. He went to the bedroom, then came into the kitchen to wash his hands and get out what was left of the roast they’d made the other day and every condiment within reach.

“You want me to make you some coffee?” Jimmy asked from the kitchen doorway, watching Javier with his hands in his pockets, somehow still looking bashful and fierce. He accepted that Javier wasn’t going to laugh at him or mock him, but was unable to quite shake old fears. “You look tired. The old man drive you crazy today?”

“Tempting,” Javier admitted. “But I had two coffees at the mall already.”

He was focused on slicing bread and so didn’t realize Jimmy had moved. He put down the knife to reach for some onion and felt Jimmy’s breath on the back of his neck a second before Jimmy wrapped an arm around him.

“Thank you.”

Javier didn’t think Jimmy was talking about the food with that soft, sweet whisper, although it was just possible. He turned until he could press a quick kiss to the side of Jimmy’s face. Jimmy’s cheek was hot and held the faint impression of one of the couch cushions, as if he’d been watching Pride and Prejudice with his face smushed against a pillow.

Javier kissed him again. “So, what were you watching before to make the channel suggest this?”

It got him a whine and more grumbling. “Javi.”

“It’s just a question,” Javier answered with innocence that might have seemed false to Jimmy, because he sighed deeply.

Then, without meeting Javier’s eye, said, “I wanted something Christmas that wasn’t anything I used to watch with them.”

Them being all the Rizzos except his ex-wife, who was a Rizzo by marriage-of-convenience and so didn’t really count as a Rizzo to Javier. Not like the rest of those assholes. She had sent them a Christmas card.

Javier held all those thoughts in, waiting for Jimmy to continue to explain, which he would if he wanted to.

Which he must have, because he angled his face to keep his gaze away but ask for another kiss, and then muttered, clearly embarrassed, “So a few years ago, I got in the habit of watching those holiday rom coms. The bad ones.”

“The bad ones?” Javier echoed, mostly because his impression of those Hallmark TV movies was that they were all bad.

Jimmy gave a tight shrug. “You know, the ones with the city girls, and the small towns covered in Christmas shit that nobody in their right mind fucking does. Like not even people who live in towns with Christmas tourism go that fucking nuts for it. But… they’ve got the colors and everything, and snow in ‘em a lot of the time and it don’t snow here. And they’ve almost always got really welcoming families in those insane Christmas towns and I…”

He stopped, abruptly and obviously.

“Ah.” Javier grabbed Jimmy by the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him closer until their eyes met.

“Aw, Javi,” Jimmy whined again, but apparently for a different reason. “Now, I gotta kiss you. It ain’t fair.”

Javier didn’t have time to get offended. Jimmy put hands on either side of his face and kissed him, slow and careful, without the hunger Javier had been expecting. He pulled back, then came in again to offer Javier another, even softer kiss, before saying, “You didn’t get out the good mustard.”

“Sorry,” Javier answered automatically.

Jimmy bobbed his head, cheered by food and the preparation of it, or the kiss, or being in the kitchen with Javier, which he had said many times was his favorite place to be “in the whole goddamn world.” He went to the fridge himself for the mustard, leaving Javier to watch him and shiver and think about what was left of the afternoon.

He cleared his throat. “We can eat, and I’ll tell you all about Peyo ditching me at the mall for a date,” or a hookup, “with his current old lady romantic partner.” It made Jimmy snort a laugh, so Javier continued. “Then, if you want, we can go back to your movie. Or wrap presents. Or and wrap presents, if you want. Whatever you want, Jimmy.” Javier had just heard enough carols in the mall to last him until next Christmas, but, “We could even listen to carols. There’s sure be a playlist somewhere. Whatever you want. I mean it.”

“I do not want carols,” Jimmy huffed. He went stiff, then relaxed. Not completely, but enough. “It’s a tough time of year for people like me. That’s all.”

Javier forced himself to turn back the counter so Jimmy wouldn’t have to keep inventing reasons to go hide his face in the fridge. “I know, baby.”

That was said just to hear the grumbled, “Fucking baby, he says. Il mio coure.” Jimmy closed the refrigerator door, though, then paused. “You need anything else for these?”

Javier made his voice overly sweet. “Peppers if you want them, baby.”

He got a pissy look for it, but Jimmy did go back into the fridge for the jar. He put it on the counter. “How about a tea if not coffee, huh?” he offered. Then, while fussing with the kettle said over his shoulder, as if it were no big deal, “So—there is this family that has all daughters, okay? Like five of ‘em and none of them are married.”

“Okay,” Javier agreed, and hid his smile.

#charity prompt #charity prompts 2023 #for better or worse

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angelofthepage · 7 months

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Hey folks, getting some reports from Twitter that some people have gotten their hands on the new Bendy book, Fade to Black, early. For context, it doesn't release until October 3rd, today is September 19th, and I've seen at least two people who have it in their hands now.

So if you didn't have tags for it blocked or muted, this is a reminder to do so if you don't want to be spoiled! Please use spoiler tags and read mores when talking about it so those of us that want to be surprised can be surprised! Please give your followers a heads up if you're gonna be posting spoilers without tagging so they can plan appropriately what they want to do.

For myself, I do not want any spoilers whatsoever. I don't want to know about specific events or characters, I don't want anyone's general impressions of the book, don't tag me or DM me anything, don't send stuff to my ask box. I want to go in as blind as possible because that's enjoyable for me. But most of all, do not tell me how the book ends or the major plot twists before or the day of release. That's what happened to me with DCTL, and it's why I'm so rigid about spoilers. If you cross any of my boundaries about this, you are getting blocked, you have been warned. This is something I've looked forward to for a long time, and I will likely become scarce on Twitter and maybe here to avoid it, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't aim to be considerate of everyone else here. I will make a post when I'm okay to talk about spoilers, and it will be abundantly clear when I'm ready to geek out with all of you (which I'm looking forward to, that'll be fun!).

Thank you for taking the time to read this. Hope you all have a great time reading when the book is available to everyone!

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yunarim · 1 year

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. . . loading : real-life otome simulator ☆ - chapter 3

❤︎ prologue ; chapter 1 ; chapter 2 ❤︎ tags : female reader, reader is yuu, extrovert reader, second-year reader, sfw, fluff, chapter 6 spoilers ❤︎ author's note : english isn't my first language, please make sure to point out mistakes if any! :) you can read this work on ao3 & wattpad ^^!

. . . loading 3rd chapter : 45% (in which Yuu‘s trying to provide Idia with real-life otome experience… spoiler: it’s super effective!)

Yuu calmed down for a moment as Ortho served some green tea. Hellish in-game choice still was wrecking her nerves, remaining unanswered.

Lack of fresh air was a huge problem, too, and she took a look at a curtained window in Idia's room, thinking how is it even possible to exist as a human form in this 4-walled box called typical Ignihyde room with dim cold lights with a window which happens to be never opened.

She guessed Ortho understood her thinking, floating near her and scanning with both his robotic eyes, or at least she thought so, since the humanoid was made so fine that even his pupils were moving like human ones would be.

“Is something the matter, Yuu? There is a slowdown in your heartbeat, are you okay?”

“You can say so…” she took a deep breath as if swallowing stuffy air. “Though I have a question to ask, Idia.”

He shuddered, thinking she was already absorbed by a conversation with another bubble-like sweet funny bright extrovert, Ortho that would be. He clenched his hands on the small cup of tea, a decent amount of liquid still untouched. Idia actually tried to convince Ortho that soda would be just enough, but both his brother and Yuu insisted it would be healthier to drink a cup of fresh-brewed green tea, which has calming effect, has a good impact on brain activity, prevents diseases and blah-blah-blah, like what the hell, he hasn’t subscribed for a whole medical consultation set.

In any case, he thought he was finally over when two extroverts found themselves in a lively conversation, so he took his little time to observe the situation for a second.

Yuu was unfitting here.

To give him credit, he started thinking she was no normie, maybe he wasn’t going to acknowledge this out loud, but at least mentally he accepted the fact she was… at least cultured.

She was managing to keep conversations free from embarrassment with everyone and that was ascending Idia to another orbit, making him catapult into stratosphere where she couldn’t find him and try to initiate friendly convo of hers, but then he brushed off this silly thought. There was no point anymore due to the fact she already managed to get into his room somehow, and was pretty much successful in staying here for more than just thirty seconds. She was persistent and outgoing.

His nightmare, apparently.

Her presence wasn’t so annoying as it was at first, he could say he may try at least tolerate her, but now, not long after her eyes were sparkling so brightly, aiming at pixelated chara she stanned, Idia was so lost. She was so similar to him in her 2D charas obsession, and at the same time so polar in her attitude to life itself.

He noticed how her eyes grew dim, her delicate hands - what was he thinking in the first place?! - clenching her shirt tightly. In these small gestures he recognized she was uncomfortable with the surroundings, but didn’t say anything. What if he was just imagining things and any words of his will cause an embarrassing predicament, making him look like a fool?

“Y-yeah?..” he answered quietly, avoiding her gaze.

“I, ugh,” she took off her school jacket and Idia just hoped Ortho wouldn't even try to comment on how his heart rate increased greatly. “I have an assumption about the choice we stuck on, but first I would like to go out for a second. Is it okay?”

“W-why would you ask me, do whatever you want…”

She stood up, straightening her skirt and laughing. He stared at his reflection in the cup of tea, completely avoiding looking at her. The situation escalated from a normal one, where they even had fun discussing the game, to an embarrassing conversation between gross otaku and… shit, she needs a new nickname to be called since normie was out of usage already.

“Okay, just don’t do anything without me!! I don’t wanna be left out like that again.”

With that she closed the door, and the sound of her little heels on the floor echoed down the corridor.

───◌┈┈───♡⃝───┈┈◌───

The day was coming to an end, changing into evening breeze, a few stars flickering here and there at the sky starting to fill with anthracite hue. Yuu relaxed, gazing into the sky, free of tangled thoughts she accumulated during the day. Somehow even the air in Twisted Wonderland was different than in her world.

Idia was different, too. She never got a chance to know him or try to befriend, but she showed a little prejudice regarding the male, assuming he was gloomy and rather… hater kind of character. He was, indeed, but in the end turned out to be just socially awkward, which she found adorable at some rate.

Huh, there she was, making weird assumptions about his behavior and mentally proclaiming Idia was adorable. Enough fresh air, she needed to get back.

Sudden tinnitus jingled in her ears, causing to stretch out her hand and make her steady, leaning to the nearest wall. She got used to this feeling of unhealthy drowsiness, almost all Great Sevens made an appearance in her dreams, then it was Mickey Mouse, and Yuu drowned in slumber eventually. Doctors said she was medically alright, so there was no need in worrying, but who knows how magical physiology works… Maybe it could be considered foreboding?

Forcefully snatching her consciousness from the arms of Morpheus, she decided to make her way to Sam’s store to buy cup noodles to share with Idia.

Eccentric shop keeper greeted her, the familiar and amusing “Heya, Little imp” ringing in her ears pleasantly. Yuu wandered between shelves, her gaze switching from one ramen brand to another, as she realized she didn’t know which one was Idia’s favorite.

She actually knew so little about him. Snippets of characteristics hovered over her like in-game options instead of adequate information about him: dorm leader, royalty, shut-in, genius, otome hater… Yuu pouted suddenly, comprehension hitting her hard. She hadn’t has to know everything about everyone - even though she already happened to possess quite knowledge about every person she befriended occasionally - but warm lingering feeling of getting emotionally attached to Idia wasn’t unwelcoming, and yet there was no information about him behind these dark gloomy curtains of his personality.

“Imp, you’ve been staring at this spicy ramen for five minutes already,” Sam’s voice reached Yuu‘s ears and she made a little confused sound.

“Oh, sorry, I’m choosing ramen for a friend…”

“That Diasomnia flittermouse imp?” Yuu chuckled at his name choice for her best friend, but shook her head. “Oh? Not him? Imp, I thought we agreed on texting each other from time to time, I’ve already missed new interesting info from you!”

“Sorry, Sam,” she avoided his gaze, not wanting to admit she was so smitten with the game she forgot that a whole campus were her friends, school staff included. “I’m choosing ramen for Idia, dorm leader of… ah, yeah, you probably know him well.”

“Sure thing,” he flashed a smile and winked at her, causing the girl to laugh with him. “This one,” he grabbed a big red-colored ramen pack, then gave it to her. “He buys it often, tell him you chose this yourself. Practically you really chose it while dozing off.”

“O-oh!” Yuu exclaimed, smiling brightly at him. “Thanks, Sam! I’ll take two of them.”

“It’s really spicy, imp. Like, for real.”

“Hehe, no worries, I like spicy things. I’ll text you some recipes from my world, maybe you could invest it into something! Or should I inform Azul first… Ugh, anyway.”

“Thank you, truly, little imp. Come back again!”

With that she made her way back to Ignihyde, founding Idia’s room quite fast and knocking before entering, no signs of Ortho remaining.

Yuu figured out Idia wasn’t wearing headphones since she heard “c-c-come in” said in a very little voice, then she opened the door and sat at her place where she was gaming for the whole afternoon straight.

“I-I think I have an idea too…” Idia suddenly said, unaware of Yuu willing to make some ramen yet.

“Uh?” she answered, adjusting herself and opening her plush tote bag she was carrying with her all the time.

Yuu thought she witnessed the personification of the loading screen when there was no sound from Idia for something that felt like 30 seconds. She turned to him, his eyes locked on her bag which was accustomed to have cat features. Plush cat ears poking out of the front pockets were so cute Idia couldn’t process his speech in a human way.

“W-wha ー”

“Perhaps you like cute things?” Yuu made a guess, secretly admiring how adorable his pink cheeks were. “You can touch it.”

“C-can I?!”

She handled him her bag, making sure it’s closed so he won’t see her little surprise she prepared, and then observed him playing with plush ears, his long thin fingers looking absolutely stunning, andー

Wait wait wait. No. That was not what she was thinking, no way.

Brushing off the pile of incoherent thoughts, Yuu cleared her throat and Idia returned the belongings to its owner quickly, stuttering and not even slightly noticing his flickering hair tips.

“I’ll definitely hear your thoughts about the game, but first… do you have a boiler here?”

“Uh, yeah, why asking?”

“Oh, show me the way!” Yuu grabbed her bag proudly.

“No need in showing you the way… I’ll just call Ortho.”

Right, Yuu suddenly forgot she was in Ignihyde, core of the tech development heaven.

Ortho did actually have a boiling system in his chest, which came to a surprise, but in any case she poured hot water into paper noodle cups and handed one to Idia, causing him to almost drop the cup out of surprise.

“W-what the…” he mumbled, smelling a familiar spicy aroma. “When did you… no, more importantly, why did you bring it here…”

Yuu shrugged her shoulders, grabbing chopsticks and smiling kindly. Her eyes locked with Idia’s for a mere moment, but he averted his glance, staring somewhere at the floor.

“N-norm… no… Ugh, what do I call you now…”

“ Umm so what do I call you now, what do I call you ~” [1]

Yuu hummed something which was supposed to be a song, but Idia was too focused on how sweet her voice sounded, maybe more than he normally would observe someone. She was a human form of a paradox, never failing to shock him.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist!” she giggled. “I just thought we hadn’t had dinner, and since I’m occupying your place for some time, I was feeling guilty that I already invaded your personal space, so this is an apology… Kind of. And the second reason is a selfish one, but it’s too embarrassing to voice out, so I’ll remain silent!”

“Access denied, error 404,” Idia tried to sound robotically and succeeded, making Yuu stunned. “You just rang a bell you can’t unring.”

Maybe this whole phrase was like a summary to what she subscribed to when she agreed to play with him.

“Alright, I thought we could just chat a bit without you calling me normie or something…”

He spotted her cheeks turning a very light shade of pink and couldn’t believe his eyes. No way, even extroverts get shy all of sudden? Her usually collected image stuttered, leaving a hint of a vulnerability and Idia didn’t know whether he wanted to take a look at her defenseless side or not. He, out of all people, knew best.

“I…” she continued after gathering her confidence. “Just wanted to get to know you better, Idia.”

She noticed his hair going wild, tips turning sweet light pink, as if bubble gum syrup covered them. Ah, what a sight to witness, she thought, covering her smile behind her hand. Maybe her way of wording was still too much to handle for Idia, so she quickly corrected herself.

“As friends, of course!!”

Maybe she said it louder than she thought she would.

“Y-yeah, alright… The noodles are getting cold, you know.” He relaxed a bit. “We’ll see if you handle the spiciness, it’s the hottest thing in Sam’s stock!”

“Huh, are you implying I won’t?” her cockiness arose again as she nudged Idia on his shoulder playfully. “Dude, you haven’t even tried byoltak [2] kimchi flavored ramen, no way there’s something spicier than that.”

“Lol, what’s kimchi even,” Idia flashed a sly smile of his, his sharp teeth showing. “Bet you’ll cry after your first try.”

“Let’s make a deal!” she laughed, reminding Idia of Azul, but in a softer way. “The first one to sniff is about to clear the next in-game choice without any tips!!”

“Deal! Just make sure you won’t cry trying to get an answer from me.”

“Wishful thinking, bro. Anyway, eat well!”

When was the last time Idia ate with someone? Ortho couldn't be counted as he just doesn’t need to eat at all. Was it his parents he ate with when he was a child at the age of, like, ten? Was it his colleagues at STYX? White noise appeared in front of him each time he tried to recall memories of having a happy supper with at least someone breathing, but no reply of his brain was received.

Yuu actually didn’t look like she was bothered at all, and there he caught himself thinking he actually enjoyed having someone to just be with. The girl flashed little smiles in between eating, her cheeks filling with a healthy red hue as she was eating. The long forgotten feeling of being able to speak to someone alive, who could keep up the conversation made Idia feel something pricking his chest painfully . Oh Sevens, when this ramen became so hot that even tears pooled in the corners of his eyes?

“Aha!” The girl exclaimed, almost dropping her chopsticks. “You sniffed!!”

“HUH?!” he was pulled out of his thoughts at her sudden joyful yelling. “No, wait, it’s not what you think!!”

“I thought you don’t use cheats in games, so no denying, Idia!! The next choice will be on your behalf~ Even though I think we might start over.. Oh honey, what if you flop?”

“But honey, what if I slay?” Idia retorted, copying her way of talking with a sugary sweet nickname, cringing afterwards, but still laughing genuinely. “Alright, l-l-let’s end this real quick…”

Yuu insisted on cleaning up after eating and after everything was done they came back to the game choice.

“So, I actually was addicted to a game in my world and it had a similar plot twist, so… will you allow me?”

Idia looked at her puppy eyes and gave up shamelessly. It was okay, that meant he could save up his energy for later since he already lost to her in their little bet.

“Okay, give me the console.”

He placed it on the floor first, making sure no physical contact was initiated, and let out a sigh of relief.

⌜ Why K is the only one who isn’t against of you coming over to a mysterious man? ⌝

✎﹏﹏ K hides 808’s [3] twin brother at his place

☆ Submit your choice? ☆

YES NO

She typed the answer, submitting her choice and closed her eyes in anticipation and not wanting to realize she failed, so she relied on Idia letting her know whether she succeeded or not.

“OH SEVENS!”

“AHH GOODNESS WHAT?!” Yuu yelled in response, hands still covering her eyes.

“YOU PASSED!! I MEAN WE, BUT… ANYWAY YEAH!! THANK YOU!”

Too much happened at once, but Yuu opened her eyes, almost crying out of joy and scarcely resisting throwing herself on Idia. No matter how happy she was and how much her physical touch as a way of presenting her affection was showing, she still had to collect herself and respect Idia’s boundaries.

Maybe Idia felt the same as his hands twitched, like he was about to do something reckless too, but just decided to try to come out of his comfort zone and stretched his hand, waiting for Yuu to act accordingly, but she just stared at his palm, observing pale skin.

“Jeez, just give me a high-five already, it’s already awkward enough…”

“A-ah, right, sorry!” she gave him a high-five, feeling the coldness of his skin against her warm one. “Can’t believe I was right…”

“Your suggestion is a crazy one, I thought K held his ex-girlfriend hostage,” Idia snatched the console from her while she wasn’t paying attention and still remained in disbelief. “Actually both of them are quite problematic…”

“Gotta agree on that one.”

They continued playing in a peaceful atmosphere, making little jokes here and there occasionally just until the next choice finally came, and Idia embraced himself mentally, knowing Yuu won’t be here to give some tips. Bet is a bet, after all.

Despite all of the characters disagreeing with the main heroine's choice to come over to K’s place regardless and trying to prevent her from doing so, she still managed to sneak out. There she did find K’s twin brother with a split personality.

There he was, the character that Yuu was so intrigued to meet in the game right from the moment she saw his teaser. He reminded her of Idia, their hair matching in their length and the gloomy personality was to the fore. Yuu let out a little cute sound that Idia didn’t want to admit he found adorable, drawing his attention to her little figure on the floor. She cupped her own face in her hands, smiling stupidly and completely ignoring all the red flags. Come on, the main heroine was trapped in here, how come Yuu didn’t see it?!

Anyway, the choice was tricky as hell, just like the previous one. Idia thought his worst nightmare came true since there was no longer logical thinking, just the main heroine’s perspective and feelings. She and the love interest of the current route just talked twice!! The first their conversation was when he was in his sane state, and the other one when he went completely insane, almost hurting the heroine! He decided to lock himself up in his room, not having enough courage to actually talk to her and explain what was happening. Jeez, what’s wrong with just talking things out?..

Guess Idia didn’t know either.

❑ :: you won’t be able to proceed without answering the question!

⌜ What’s with this sudden pounding in the main heroine’s chest? ⌝

✎﹏﹏ Type your answer here

“The hell?!” Idia cursed, ruffling his hair in pure anger. “They had tea together not so long ago, maybe it was poisoned, how should I know?!”

“Oh…” Yuu avoided her gaze from the display. “I guess I have a suggestion about what this is about… But.”

She giggled, getting on her legs and pressing her index finger to her lips.

“It’s a secret! You must upgrade your social skills in order to unlock the answer, hehe~” she teased him, grabbing her plush bag and leaving Idia startled. “Sorry, it’s just getting late, I must be back. We have tests soon, I need to concentrate on them too…”

“A-ah, yeah, o-okay, sure,” he mumbled, trying his best to ignore this unfamiliar feeling of… disappointment growing in his chest when he realized she had to leave so soon. “Urgh, actually wait… May I have your contact info at least? To know when will you come over next time.”

“Ah yeah, right! Here’s my phone number. I’ll send you an edit I made a bit later.”

“Y-yeah, thank you, and here’s mine… See you tomorrow then?”

“Yes, good night!”

She made her way to the door, lacing up her sneakers in a complete awkward silence. Yuu smiled at him, trying to get rid of this sudden embarrassment lingered between them, and actually did well, as Idia smiled back at her, corners of his lips twitching cutely.

A loud pounding in her chest reminded her of the main heroine’s one, and Yuu blushed, trying to cover her cheeks with her hair tips, embarrassment growing with every second possible.

“Thank you for today! See you!”

With that she headed to the Hall of Mirrors, Idia’s gaze followed her until she disappeared behind a wall in the Ignihyde hallway.

Idia closed the door and felt very weak in his legs, sinking to the floor and covering his face with his hands, tips of his hair flickering wildly with bright pink.

What the hell. No, actually, what the hell.

Her floral perfume still lingered in his room, so unfitting and uncommon, but not unwelcome. It was sweet and calming, but Idia felt it through his skin, as if her scent was everywhere, drilling onto him all at once, overwhelming and confusing. Oh Sevens, and what’s with that impetuous increased heart rate?!

When he was finally able to recollect himself, a notification sound from his phone rang in his room.

Not so kewt as you, Yuu wanted to say.

You will be the death of me, he wanted to say.

❤︎ notes : [1] - Taeyeon - what do I call you [2] - reference to an existing korean ramen brand named buldak [3] - reference to Mystic Messenger's 707

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