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spookypete-94 · 6 months ago

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Dark Horse- Husband and Wife

Part 4

PriceXFem!reader

Reader is a single mother, working double shifts at a restaurant. Father of the child starts to become a problem while reader is at work and Price offers a solution. Slight age gap between reader around 25 and Price around 35. MDNI! This chapter contains light smut towards the end, not necessary to continue the story.

This one is a little rushed I feel. Wanted to write more, but limited on time and didn't want to keep everyone waiting for an update.

Searching your closet for the best outfit you owned was proving difficult. You hardly ever splurged on yourself for anything that you deemed wasn't worthy of your job. Honestly, fresh white long sleeves and black slacks being most of what you owned. Standing there in your towel, tiny water droplets falling to the floor dampened your carpet. Finally, you had found it. An old dress you had for the baby shower for Abel. It was long and white made from cotton lined with blue flowers. Setting it out, to slip on after your hair and makeup are completed.

It was hard for you to even look yourself in the eyes. Nervous about being a married woman at the end of the day, but you were doing it for Abel. John seemed like a man that would hold his word, surely, he would be a good husband… There was no denying there was attraction between the two of you, but would it be enough to make a good marriage?… Shit, should you write vows? What was expected of you here??

After perfectly working yourself up and deciding you had enough makeup on and hair styled, you went out to find Abel eating a bowl of cereal at the counter.

"You all ready for you big day?" Asking him, you started to gather your other items.

"You look pleasantly ready for yours," A familiar voice announced themselves. Looking over you saw John sitting in front of 2 cups of coffee that he had got to go, one for you and one for him.

"John!" you exclaimed startled. He started chuckling, your face full of surprise. You looked back and forth between him and Abel. "Not that I'm upset that you are here… but how did you get in?"

"I let him in," Abel said turning to you looking at your shocked face.

"Abel, what have I said about unlocking the door?"

"He's not a stranger ma," Abel defended himself, making you shake your head and sigh. Oh, the irony.

John who had found the scene amusing chuckled harder, sliding the coffee to you. "I did tell him it was me when he asked who I was, the door was still closed."

"I suppose," you grumbled, giving Abel a side eye while smiling, feigning annoyance still. "He is the only other person you open the door for, ok?"

"After today I would hope you would give him a key." Abel said, quickly proud of his witty response.

"Abel!" Was the only thing that could come out of your mouth while John laughed loudly in the background.

"He's a good kid, like how he thinks." John grinned at you, making you roll your eyes even more. They were going to get stuck in your head today.

"Grab your stuff, let's go," You ushered to Abel like normal in the morning. "Can't have you missing your field trip."

"Absolutely not," he concluded making you laugh.

"Glad to see you're in a good mood today."

"Dinosaurs and you are happy momma, that's why." he said, skipping away like he normally did to the end of the sidewalk. The statement made your head turn to him to look. Had he really noticed what you thought was a subtle difference in you? Were you really that unhappy? It made your heart hurt to see that Abel could tell the difference.

John gave you a longing glance seeing your hurt behavior before reaching into his pocket and grabbing his key fob to his car to unlock it. The lights flashed on a fancy black car parked in front of your house.

"Are we going in that?!" Abel asked where John nodded at him in response.

"Sure are."

"This day just keeps getting better and better!" Abel exclaimed, getting into the backseat.

You then smiled seeing him gleam and shine in the backseat, an extreme flip flop just happened in your emotions. It made your nerves unsettle again as you approached the car preparing to get into the passenger seat.

A large hand stopped you from reaching for the door handle making you look up at John.

"I get the doors." Eyebrows raised at you telling you he would take no arguing about it, making you take a step back so he could clear the door of you.

It made the heat rise from your neck into your cheeks. Trying to hide it, you buckled yourself in turning around to make sure Abel did.

John slid into the driver’s seat starting the car causing all kinds of lights and gauges to light up as the engine came alive. It was different not walking to school and seeing all the other people pass by in a slow blur. Sure, a car would be nice in your life, but other things take priority over other means of getting around. This just feels like a luxury.

John pulled up in front of the school for drop off. Stepping out of the car, you chased Abel up the front steps.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Slow down!" You said waiting for him to stop before giving him a hug. "Got all of your stuff still?" Looking him over just to be sure.

"Yes," he groaned, finding all of this unnecessary. Your final glance over completed, you titled his chin to make him look at you. "I love you; I hope you have a good time. We will be the ones to pick you up tonight since it’s the weekend." With that, you got a brief hug before he turned and ran off in the direction of the front doors. Making sure he got inside; you turned and saw John leaning against his car. You stood still a moment, taking him in. He wore a long white sleeve shirt, a blue tie and blue matching slacks to go with. Truly, he was handsome. But the smile he was giving you was warming your heart, a hand gesturing out to come to him. Answering his plea, you approached where he again opened the door for you to sit down in his car. Smoothing out the dress, the pearl ring catching your eye. You didn't even have a ring for him… A frown on your face.

He must have noticed this as he got in and sat down.

"You alrigh'?"

"Yeah…" you mumbled out, your left hand tucking your fingers down, trying to hide what you really wanted to say.

"Out with it." he firmly but gently, he said turning to better face you.

"Don't have a ring for you, don't have vows for you, don't even have a key made for you-" you blurted out with haste, a hand reaching over to squeeze your hand.

"All of those things will come with time, sweethear', don't stress it. Can pick a ring for cheap at a pawn shop, keys can be made in minutes. We don't have to say vows, the Judge can tell us what to say. It's gonna be alrigh'" his hand reaching over and brushing across your left hand, finger rubbing against the ring.

"Do you not wan' to do this?" He asked as if it was his worst fear, to either make you feel like you were obligated to or perhaps didn't want this.

Taking a few seconds, you shook your head "No, I want this…I think. You seem like a good man, but it’s confusing to me. To have anyone treat me so kindly."

This time it was his turn to frown, the damage and abuse you had withstood from your ex clearly shining through all your cracks right now. And he intended to fix it.

"Everyone deserves to be treated like this by one another. Especially the ones who love their children so much. Who have been through it all and still remain good in this fucked up world… Whatever that man has done to you, ends now. I'm going to show your son how a real man loves and protects his woman.." He said leaning over, an arm wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you to him. A warm kiss was placed on your temple before he rested his own forehead against it.

"You sure you want this? Are you ready?" he asked again, trying to make sure you were confident in your answer.

"Yes," you nearly whispered out, fighting off the tears not wanting to ruin your make up you hardly ever wore.

Kissing you one more time, he let go, putting the car in drive before heading off in what you assume was the direction of the courthouse.

The paperwork was more than you had expected. Had to present ID and sign through what felt like stacks of sheets of papers and told to sit in the hallway and your names would be called.

"How old are you?" you asked.

"35."

Favorite color?"

"Green."

"Dogs or cats?"

"Dogs. Interrogatin' me now?" A slight laugh to his question.

Meekly you answered, "Just realize I know nothing about you.... besides your food order."

"I will tell you all you wanna know then."

Spending a half hour you learned a lot about John. He joined the military right out of school, it being no doubt where he wanted to go with his life. No siblings, his mother and father both passed leaving him without immediate family. He traveled a lot for his job, gone for periods of time.

Next, he learned about you. Your upbringing. The favorite things you enjoyed in life. The hardest part the details of how your ex had got you drunk before raping you and causing you to get pregnant. Watching the anger flash across his face, and hands squeezing tightly on the wrinkles of his pants.

"As terrible as it was, and as he can be… I don't regret it. Abel is the best thing out of my life even for the circumstances."

John's eyes softened, his hand reaching back over to yours. Thumb stroking the back of your hand.

"I'm sorry it happened to you like that and so young."

Shrugging you tried to brush it off. "It's aright… sometimes I just wish he would disappear." You stated more for yourself. He wanted to say more but was interrupted as your names were called. It now became a thought John would catalog away for now, something he might return to later if the chance arises.

Standing up, he reached for your hand which you gladly took, walking next to him, matching his stride.

You could see the judge's mouth moving, words supposed to be coming out, but it sounded like garble to you. Your heart pounding loudly in your ears, the anxiety rushing through your veins causing what sounded like static.

All of it was simple, but still somehow more extravagant than what you thought you would ever deserve. The moment finally came that you had been stressing about all morning, turning to face John away from the judge seemed to fix that issue. His blue eyes and calming smile soothing you, all fret finally leaving.

His words echoed true.

"I, John take you to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."

The words seemed to have rung a bell in you, causing peace to quell within. This was it, it was real, it was happening. Pure Bliss. Mirroring his words you repeated them back to him, holding true.

"Do we have rings to exchange?" The judge asked glancing over to John and a slight shake of his signifying his answer. This was all so fast- the last item on your list but making the top of it now.

"Then you may kiss your bride." The judge stated, smiling, removing his glasses a way to watch the event before him.

John stepped forward leaning down and kissing you sweetly. So much different from what had happened last night on your couch. Standing up on your tippy toes to kiss him fully back before breaking away.

That was it. You're done now. Probably the craziest thing you have ever done in your life besides giving birth. Hand wrapped around yours, John led you back out the court room and waved off those that congratulated you both. Grateful to be back outside you took a deep breath in filling your lungs. Your mind flashing over to think of Abel. You did this for him, you will protect him. John was grinning, the very best smile of his you had seen yet making you match it back.

"How's it feel to be Mrs. Price?" he asked arm wrapping around your waist.

"Like a whole new person," your tone joking.

"Have a whole day planned before we pick up Abel," John said checking his mirrors before pulling out.

"Like what?'

" 's surprise wife," he said reminding you, smiling still.

"No hints whatsoever?"

"None."

He drove out of the city, taking you into the countryside.

"Where are we going?" You asked trying to get anything from him.

"Almos' there." was his answer before pulling down a bumpy lane.

He drove slow not wanting to cause a rough ride, giving you a good glance. Trees surrounded the lane, giving shade over the car, bits and pieces of sun peeking through periodically. The car finally came to a stop pulling into what seemed like a random piece of land. John sighed, parking it and turning over to face you while he popped the trunk.

This whole thing seemed strange, but you were putting faith and trust into John that there were not ropes and trash bags in the back he was going to stuff you in.

"Going to explain now?" You asked with an arched eyebrow.

"I bought this piece of land. Wanna build a house and move us all here. Have you be in charge of it while I'm gone."

You were rendered speechless.

"You what?"

And John calmly repeated himself, knowing it had shocked you. Letting the words bounce off of you, you looked out the windshield eyeing the property.

"One more time…" you repeated. This whole thing had to be a fucking dream, you were in a coma, there is no way you just hit the jackpot in luck with finding a man and him building a house.

And again, he repeated it, a snicker in between words.

"You can't be serious."

"Very serious, wouldn't joke about that."

Tears stung your eyes this time, falling desperately.

"Oh hey, I didn' mean to make ya' cry." Trying to hold you in the car.

"Not sad John, I think these are tears of joy," you answered awkwardly laughing while feeling like a fool. A fit of giggles ensued you both.

"I've never had something as nice as you." you said, looking at him, trying to stop crying.

"Makes any difference, I've never had anything as nice and good as you either…" before leaning forward and kissing you with so much love and passion.

"My husband," you said hand stroking through his beard.

"Hope your ready wife," he said getting out of the car coming over to open yours.

"For what?"

"To be wined and dined." Hand extended to help you out, next grabbing a blanket and basket out of the trunk of car. He had packed an extensive picnic. A bottle of wine, cheeses, crackers and deli meat to make sandwiches. Even stopping to find a small cake to celebrate your wedding day.

Bellies full, he laid down looking up at the blue sky, watching clouds roll by. Slowly you joined him, head laying on his chest joining him. Hand reaching over to lay on his heart, feeling it pound in his chest. Slowly it moved south, settling on his thigh, making him look down and over at you.

"Careful bird, I'll make you sing," he lovingly threatened you.

"Think I want you to make me," you confessed to him. Before you knew fully what was happening, he was braced over the top of you. Knees strong columns over your sides and pinned your wrists above your head.

"Wanted this from you for so long," he had hissed into your ear before biting your pulse point in your neck, just enough to make you moan out. Running his tongue across it, soothing what he had just done to you. "Watching you run around that restaurant," one hand pinning your wrist while the other slipped behind you roughly grabbing your ass. "Look so good while being a good little waitress, the way you flirted with me even though I am an old man compared to you. But you're an even better mother. You gonna give me one?" he asked grinding into you, his clothes causing friction giving you all kinds of sensations.

He was dirty talking you… and you liked it.

"Whatever you want," you admitted, doe eyes looking up at him.

"Yeah? 'Cause I'm your what?" Smirking while he looked down at you, tone smug.

"You're my husband."

"And you're my wife. You want to give me children?"

"Yes." Dutifully answering him, making dry hump into you again, this time your dress fully out of the way feeling more of his hard cock press into you.

"Such a good wife," he said pulling your dress up, and over your head. Leaving you in the lacey set you had picked out.

"Wanted this, huh?"

How could you not?

"Such a gooood little wife," he coed into your hair before slipping into your panties, making you arch.

Gasping, you both continued, him getting his want of you and your fill of him. Lying next to him on the blanket after, feeling his hand stroke up and your side lightly with his fingers.

"Will give you the world, love. Going to make this all right for you."

It was here your heart linked with his, knowing you fully made the right choice.

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leewonkyeom · 11 months ago

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035: i know i’m giving zero context but bear with me

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☆ summary: when your roommate quits his job at the coffee shop you frequent you never imagined the new guy would be hot or even your type. to make matters worse you both study law at the same university.

your friends to try to convince you to get together with him. you try to convince them you just find him really nice... but are you able to convince yourself?

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writingquestionsanswered · 11 months ago

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So, I often find myself writing and it simply turns out… bland. I do try to remember to show my readers rather than tell, but I feel like I cannot consistently do that, and it feels forced. I try to focus on environment, internal feelings and such, but I wonder if I have an incorrect ratio of sorts… essentially, my question is for the average paragraph (let’s say not including any dialogue), how much should be descriptive of the environment and how much should be the characters thoughts and actions?

Writing Feels Forced or Bland

There isn't a formula or average for how much of the exposition in an average paragraph should be character thought and action vs description of the environment.

Your story overall should have a relative balance of exposition (explaining things--including character thought, backstory, and environment), action (characters doing things), and dialogue (characters talking.) It's not going to be an exact balance (hence the term "relative balance"), but you wouldn't want 5% dialogue, 30% action, and 65% exposition, for example, because that's not a relative balance. But, you could have 25% dialogue, 35% exposition, and 40% action if that's what works for your story.

This "balance" can't be applied to a single sentence, paragraph, scene, or chapter, because it's always going to be different. You'll have some sentences, paragraphs, scenes, or chapters that have a bigger balance of one or the others depending on the needs of the story. For example, the climax will probably be heavier on action and exposition than dialogue. Unless your climax is a huge verbal fight, in which case it will probably be heavier on dialogue and exposition than action.

When your writing feels bland or forced despite trying to include a relative balance of exposition, dialogue, and action... trying not to rely on telling rather than showing, and using description to flesh out the environment, the problem isn't with any of that, probably, but either with your expectations or with the story itself.

This is why it's so, so important for writers to also be readers... and yes, that does include listening to audiobooks and reading fan-fiction and short stories. Consuming story in any format is also important... because it's through reading and consuming stories that you can begin to understand how they work. You can read writing advice that says "show, don't tell" or "use description to flesh out the environment," but you can't really know what that means until you see it in action in a variety of different stories. Your expectations will be off because you haven't seen how it actually works.

And if you're an avid reader and know how stories work, and understand the overall relative balance between exposition, action, and dialogue needed to tell a story, and you still feel like it feels bland or forced, it could be an issue with the story itself. Relative balance between exposition, action, and dialogue isn't going to help if you don't have a plot that is compelling and cohesive... and if you don't have well fleshed out characters with a logical motivation, goal, and internal conflict to help drive the story forward.

You might take a spin through my Plot & Story Structure master list of posts, as well as my Character Development master list of posts for more help with individual issues on those points.

I hope this helps!!! ♥

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javierpenaismyhusband · 1 month ago

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Chapter Four: Wear my clothes

Javier Pena x m!reader

Chapter summary: Caleb kicks off his day with a morning coffee date with Javier, teasing him about the upcoming history test and setting a playful tone. At school, he breezes through math, physics, and gymnastics, but his mind keeps drifting back to Javier. He crosses paths with Jacob in the hallway, throwing a sarcastic line before catching Javier’s eye from across the room. In history class, Caleb sits in the back, sending suggestive glances and playful gestures that only Javier catches, leading to some "special" consequences afterward. Post school, they retreat to Javier’s place for a cozy evening filled with sex and cuddles.

Chapter warnings: a lot of smut, smut in classroom, anal, blow job, fingering, Top!Javier Bot!malecharacter, unprotective P in A, Teacher Student Relationship, Age gap (Javier is 35 and Caleb is 18), fluff

Note: I loved writing this chapter, so I hope you enjoy reading it.

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The next morning, I woke up before my alarm, the soft light of dawn creeping through the blinds. My body was still sore, but not nearly as bad as it had been. The bruises on my ribs and face had faded into dull, yellowish patches ugly but manageable. I stretched in bed for a moment, shaking off the lingering stiffness before sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

I stood and headed to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. I stared at myself in the mirror, a little amused at how much had changed in just a few days. The bruises, the fight, Javier’s visit... It was like my whole world had taken a turn I hadn’t expected.

After a quick shower, I bandaged up my hand and got dressed. I kept it simple with a black hoodie and jeans, just enough to feel comfortable without looking like I was trying too hard. As I brewed my morning coffee and make some breakfast, I couldn’t help but think about Javier how things were so different between us now. It wasn’t just that he’d come to my place; it was the way he acted, the way he looked at me.

On impulse, as i was purring my coffee to my thermos, I pulled out my phone and started typing a message.

“Would you like to come to school earlier to drink coffee together?”

I stared at the screen for a second before hitting send. My heart raced a bit, like I’d just taken a small leap off a ledge.

I continued with my routine, finishing my breakfast as i was getting to my roof to smoke my first cig of the day. The morning air was crisp, and I watched the sun rise slowly over the horizon, painting the city in soft oranges and pinks. As I smoked, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

It was Javier.

“I would love to.”

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I typed back.

“See you at 7:15?”

I glanced at the time. It was 6:45, and I had just enough time to meet him before the school day started.

After about a minute, his reply came through.

“Yeah, see you at the tree outside my classroom.”

I tucked my phone back into my pocket, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. School didn’t start until 8:30, but I didn’t mind getting there early if it meant spending some time with Javier.

As i was finishing my cigarette, I headed back inside to make one more thermos with coffee for him as i grab my bag and jacket, i made my way to the car. The drive to school felt lighter than usual, like there was something exciting waiting for me. When I pulled into the parking lot, the place was nearly empty. Only a few early arrivals milled about, heading inside.

I parked and walked toward the familiar tree outside Javier’s classroom. The cool morning air nipped at my skin, but I didn’t mind. I leaned against the tree, checking the time 7:12.

And then I saw him. Javier walked up, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, a smile playing on his lips as he spotted me. The quiet confidence he carried was still there, but I could see something more relaxed in his eyes, like this wasn’t just another morning at school.

“Hey,” he said, stopping in front of me.

“Hey,” I replied, trying to keep things casual, even though my pulse had kicked up a notch.

“Coffee?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I nodded, pulling out the thermos I’d brought with me. “Yeah. Black, no sugar. Figured you wouldn’t mind.”

Javier chuckled, taking the thermos from my hands. “You know me too well already.”

We stood there for a moment, sipping coffee under the tree as the school slowly began to wake up around us. The quiet between us wasn’t uncomfortable; it was like we both knew there was something more, but neither of us was in a rush to name it.

I took another sip of coffee and leaned back against the tree, watching Javier as he glanced around the nearly empty schoolyard. "How are you?" I asked, trying to read the look on his face.

He looked back at me, his brow furrowing slightly. "Good... just a little anxious. I’ve got a lot to do with the test coming up. You know how it is."

I couldn’t help but laugh. "Please don’t push yourself too hard. It’d be a real shame if the history teacher keeled over from stress before we even had the test."

Javier chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, you’re concerned about me now, huh? I’ll have to remember that when I’m grading your paper."

"Hey, I’m just trying to keep you from burning out," I said with a smirk. "Besides, if you’re too tired to give us a hard test, I might actually pass."

He shot me a playful glare, though there was warmth behind it. "Don’t count on that. I’m still going to make you work for it."

I rolled my eyes, grinning as I took another sip of my coffee. "Sure, sure. But seriously, take it easy. You can’t be all work and no fun."

Javier shrugged, sipping his own coffee. "Fun, huh? What do you suggest? Skipping out on class and going on a wild adventure?"

"Maybe," I teased, giving him a sideways glance. "But you’d never do it. Too responsible."

"Oh, you think so?" He raised an eyebrow, challenging me. "I’ve got a wild side, you know."

I laughed, the idea of Javier cutting loose so out of character that it felt almost absurd. "Yeah? Prove it. What’s the wildest thing you’ve done recently?"

He paused, pretending to think hard about it. "I had two cups of coffee before 9 a.m. yesterday. That’s pretty wild, right?"

I groaned, shaking my head in mock disappointment. "Wow. Living on the edge, huh?"

Javier laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "What can I say? I like to keep things dangerous."

We both stood there, the early morning still quiet around us, the warmth of the coffee in our hands and the playful energy between us making the moment feel... cozy. It wasn’t just the teasing or the jokes. There was a comfort in being around each other, like the space between us was filled with something more than just words. I found myself relaxing, the usual tension of school life and everything else fading away, even if just for a little while.

"Okay, okay," I said, finally breaking the silence, "just promise me you won’t have a third cup of coffee. I don’t want to be responsible for you spiraling out of control."

He smirked, raising his cup in a mock toast. "Deal. But you’re still showing up to class, no excuses."

I smirked, leaning casually against the tree as I tossed the playful comment his way. "I will, you know," I said, my voice low and teasing. "I wanna see you teach. It turns me on."

Javier stopped mid-step, his back still turned to me for a second before he slowly pivoted around, a surprised look crossing his face. His eyebrows shot up, and he gave me a look like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.

"Oh really?" he asked, his tone both amused and challenging. He stepped a little closer, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You have a thing for history teachers now, huh?"

I shrugged, trying to keep my grin in check but failing. "I guess I do. Especially ones who get all serious about ancient civilizations and make students work hard."

He crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing in that way he did when he was about to counter something. "Well, if that’s what turns you on, Caleb, you’re in for a real treat today. Lots of dates and battles on the agenda."

I laughed, tilting my head to the side. "Oh, I can’t wait. I’ll be hanging on every word."

Javier chuckled, but I could see the slight flush creeping up his neck, even as he tried to play it cool. "You’re something else, you know that?"

"Yeah, I’ve heard," I said, still smirking. "But seriously, you in front of the class? Might be the highlight of my day."

He shook his head, finally breaking eye contact as he glanced away, a mix of amusement and disbelief on his face. "You better behave in class, Caleb. No distractions."

"Scout's honor," I said, holding up my hand as if to swear it. But the teasing glint in my eye told him otherwise.

Javier gave a soft laugh and glanced at his watch. "Alright, smartass. I’ll see you inside." With one last glance, he turned and walked toward the building, shaking his head slightly as if still processing the banter.

I watched him for a moment longer, still grinning to myself. Today was definitely off to an interesting start.

After Javier walked away, I took out my phone to check my class schedule. History was the last class of the day, of course, and I couldn't help but smirk at the thought. First up, though, was math, then physics, followed by gymnastics, lunch, biology, and finally, history to wrap things up. A full day ahead, but at least I had something to look forward to.

As I made my way inside, I spotted Jacob his nose bandaged up and his eye showing a nasty yellowish bruise from the fight. Couldn't help myself. As I passed him, I shot him a sly grin. "You look good, Jacob," I said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

He didn’t reply. He just tensed up, his eyes burning with anger as he tried to lunge at me. But before he could get far, his friend grabbed him by the arm, holding him back. There was a moment where I thought he might break free, but then I saw movement in the corner of my eye.

Javier.

He was standing a little down the hallway, watching the whole thing. Our eyes met for a split second, and I gave him a quick blink, like everything was under control, before I casually walked past him, not bothering to look back. I knew he had seen it all, and for some reason, that made the moment feel even more intense.

After passing by Jacob and giving him a little nudge of sarcasm, I headed to my first class: math. The classroom was already half-full when I walked in. Mrs. Reed, our math teacher, was setting up the projector. She was strict but fair, with a sharp sense of humor hidden beneath her no-nonsense attitude. I slid into my usual seat near the back, dropping my bag on the floor.

As I settled in, she looked up and caught my eye. "Caleb, ready for today’s lesson, or should I expect you to daydream again?"

I smirked. "I’ve been brushing up on my daydreaming skills. Top of the class, Mrs. Reed."

She rolled her eyes but smiled slightly. "I’ll take that as a no, but you better keep up today. Test next week."

Great. A math test was just what I needed. I pulled out my notebook and leaned back, half listening as the class started, my mind already wandering a little.

The morning passed by in a blur math wasn’t too bad, but physics was a different beast. Mr. Graves, the physics teacher, was always full of energy, explaining concepts like he was on a caffeine high. He caught me zoning out halfway through class, though.

"Caleb, care to tell me how inertia works?"

I blinked, snapping out of it. "Uh… objects in motion stay in motion?"

"Close enough," he chuckled. "At least you’re awake. Let’s keep it that way."

By the time I hit gymnastics, I was ready to move around. The physical activity helped shake off the mental fog from earlier. Coach Daniels was his usual pumped-up self, encouraging us to push harder. "Let’s see some effort, Caleb! Show us what you’ve got."

"Yes, Coach," I muttered, giving him a halfhearted thumbs up. Still, it felt good to stretch my muscles and burn off some of the tension from the last few days.

Lunch came around, and I headed to the cafeteria. The smell of food hit me as soon as I walked in, and I quickly scanned the room for a spot. I grabbed a tray, loaded it with a sandwich, fries, and an apple, and found a seat near the window. It was nice to get a break in the day, just watching people go by outside. I checked my phone, wondering if Javier had texted again, but nothing new.

Biology was next, and honestly, it was one of my better subjects. Mrs. Carmichael was explaining cell division, and though I half-paid attention, I wasn’t struggling like in other classes. She noticed my focus and nodded approvingly.

"You seem more with it today, Caleb," she said as I handed in my worksheet.

"Trying my best," I replied with a small smile.

"Good. Keep it up. You’ve got potential when you apply yourself."

Finally, the day came to an end, and it was time for history Javier’s class. I felt that familiar knot in my stomach as I walked down the hall toward the classroom. This wasn’t just any class; it was a continuation of the strange dynamic that had been building between us. I didn’t know what to expect, but I knew one thing: this wasn’t going to be your typical history lesson.

As the bell rang, signaling the start of Javier's history class, I made my way to the very back, slipping into the seat where I knew no one else would notice me. Well, no one but Javier. I had a plan today, and it didn’t involve actually paying attention to the lecture.

Javier started the class as usual, pacing in front of the board while explaining something about ancient civilizations. I wasn’t really listening. My eyes were fixed on him, and after a minute, I caught his gaze. That’s when I started.

I blinked at him slowly, dragging my eyes over his figure like I was admiring something else entirely. His expression didn’t falter, but I saw the way his grip on the marker tightened. I smiled to myself and leaned back in my chair, making sure he could see I was deliberately not taking notes. When he glanced at me again, I licked my lips, just enough to make him blink hard, and he immediately turned his back to the class to scribble something on the board.

I stretched my legs out under the desk, my foot brushing the back of the chair in front of me. When Javier’s gaze landed on me again, I ran a hand through my hair slowly, dragging my fingers down the side of my neck. His voice stuttered for a second, but he quickly recovered, though I could see his knuckles turning white from gripping the desk.

I leaned forward a bit, pretending to adjust something on my desk, but in reality, I was just making sure my shirt slipped down a little lower. The movement caught his eye, and I swear he froze for a second before continuing his lecture. I bit my lip, staring right at him, daring him to react.

Javier’s face stayed neutral, but I could see the faintest flush creeping up his neck. His eyes kept flicking back to me, and I could tell he was having a hard time focusing on the lesson. No one else seemed to notice the silent tension that had been building between us, but I knew exactly what I was doing and it was working.

As the class dragged on, I took it a step further. I leaned back, spreading my arms over the back of the chair, tilting my head lazily like I was lounging at home instead of in class. I caught his eye and raised an eyebrow, watching his expression tighten for a brief second before he glanced away.

When he handed out some worksheets, I made sure our fingers brushed as I grabbed mine, holding his gaze just a little too long. The look he gave me was a mixture of frustration and something else. Something darker. I felt a thrill go through me.

I was driving him crazy, and he couldn’t do a thing about it.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of class, the other students packed up their things and shuffled out of the room. I stayed put, my eyes still on Javier. He didn't look at me right away, busying himself with straightening the papers on his desk, but I could feel the tension between us still simmering.

Once the last student left, Javier moved toward the windows. I watched as he began closing the curtains, one by one, his movements calm but deliberate. My heart raced a little as the sunlight started fading from the room, leaving it dim and private.

When he was done, he turned, his gaze finding mine, something intense flashing in his eyes. Without a word, he walked toward the door and slowly turned the lock. The faint click echoed in the now quiet classroom. I swallowed, suddenly aware of how alone we were.

Javier leaned back against the door, crossing his arms, his expression unreadable but his eyes fixed on me. "You think you're funny, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and controlled, but there was an edge to it.

I smirked, leaning back in my chair. "Maybe. Did I distract you?" I asked, my tone playful, knowing full well what I had been doing all class.

Javier let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "You have no idea," he said, taking a step closer. There was a glint in his eye, a challenge. The classroom felt a lot smaller all of a sudden.

He came closer, his presence filling the space between us. "You’ve been pushing my buttons all day, Caleb. Enjoying it?"

I tilted my head, looking up at him from where I sat, my smirk still in place. "Maybe a little. Did you?" I asked, my voice teasing but low.

Javier’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t answer right away. Instead, he just stared at me, the air between us thick with unspoken tension. Then, without warning, he leaned down, his face inches from mine.

"Careful," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're playing with fire."

For a moment, neither of us moved. The intensity between us was almost electric. He was so close that I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin. I swallowed, my pulse quickening, but I wasn’t about to back down now.

"I might like the heat." I said, locking eyes with him.

Javier’s eyes darkened, his gaze sweeping over me like he was trying to decide what to do next. Then, almost as if he made up his mind, he straightened up, taking a deep breath.

"You know I can't do this," he muttered, running a hand through his hair as he stepped back. But his voice lacked conviction. He looked at me again, conflicted, but unable to walk away.

Javier’s words hung in the air, heavy and charged. He took another step toward me, his eyes locked on mine, and for the first time since we’d started this little game, he didn’t look like he was holding back. There was no pretending, no distance between us now.

"But I don't care right now," he said, his voice low and intense, as if he had made a decision he couldn’t take back.

Javier's jaw clenched, and for a moment, he just stared at me, his expression unreadable. Then, without warning, he reached out, his hand gripping the edge of my desk. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear.

Before I could respond, his lips were on mine, his kiss hard and demanding. It was everything I had imagined and more raw, passionate, and laced with forbidden desire. My hands instinctively moved to his chest, gripping his shirt as I kissed him back, pouring every ounce of longing and excitement into the contact.

The world around us seemed to dissolve, lost in the intensity of our connection. Javier's tongue slid into my mouth, exploring eagerly as his hands moved to cup my face, holding me firmly in place. I moaned softly against his lips, my body reacting instinctively to the need building within me.

Breaking the kiss, Javier pulled back slightly, his eyes dark and hungry. "Stand up," he ordered, his voice husky with desire.

I obeyed instantly, standing before him as he stepped closer, his hips pressing against mine. He wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him while his other hand slipped beneath my shirt, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along my skin.

"You’ve been asking for this since the beginning, haven't you?" he murmured, his voice rough with need.

I nodded, unable to form words as his touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. "Yes," I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible.

He let out a low growl, his grip tightening as he pushed me backward until my legs hit the front edge of his desk. "Get on the desk," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument.

I scrambled onto the desk, lying back as Javier followed, his body hovering above mine. His eyes trailed down my body, pausing at the bulge in my pants that matched his own. "Undo your belt," he instructed, his voice hoarse with anticipation.

My hands shook slightly as I fumbled with the buckle, finally freeing myself from the confines of my pants. Javier's gaze never wavered, his eyes burning with a hunger that made me feel both vulnerable and thrilled.

Once undone, Javier reached down, sliding his hand under the waistband of my briefs and tugging them down slowly. The cool air of the classroom brushed over my exposed skin, heightening every sensation as his fingers grazed the base of my erection.

"Such a naughty boy," he whispered, his thumb brushing lightly over the head of my cock, making me shudder. "You want this so badly, don't you?"

Unable to speak, I nodded again, my entire focus centered on the incredible sensations Javier was unleashing upon me. He continued to stroke me, his grip firm but not too tight, eliciting soft gasps from me with each pass of his hand.

"Tell me," he demanded, bending down to nuzzle my neck. "Admit it."

"I want... I want you," I panted, my voice strained with desire. "And you know it."

"Open your mouth," he commanded next, his voice dripping with authority.

Confused but unable to resist, I complied, parting my lips just as Javier grabbed his own throbbing erection through his pants. He freed himself quickly, his cock springing free, already slick with pre cum. He wasted no time, guiding the tip to my lips.

"Suck," he ordered, pushing forward enough to press the head of his cock against my open mouth.

I hesitated for only a second before accepting his command, taking him into my mouth. The taste, combined with the realization of what we were doing, sent a jolt of excitement through me. My tongue flicked out instinctively, tasting him as he groaned above me.

Javier began to move, thrusting slowly at first, allowing me to adjust to the feel of him filling my mouth. His hands tangled in my hair, holding me in place as he set a steady rhythm, each thrust sending fresh waves of pleasure through me.

"Good boy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as I continued to take him deeper, my throat working around him. "You’re doing so well."

His praise made my cheeks burn with embarrassment and pride, fueling my determination to please him. I focused on sucking him harder, using my tongue and lips to maximize his pleasure, hoping to drive him wild.

After several intense minutes, Javier gripped my head tighter, his breathing becoming ragged. "That's enough," he gasped, pulling out abruptly, as i got up he turned me around facing the desk.

Instantly, he grabbed the condom and tore open the packet with expert precision, rolling it down his length methodically. Next came the lube, squeezed directly onto his fingers. He positioned himself at my entrance, his gaze locking onto mine as he prepared me.

"Oh i hope you are ready Caleb." he asked, his voice barely controlled, yet brimming with urgency.

"I am." I breathed, my body tensing in anticipation. "Please, Mr. Pena"

Javier's fingers tightened around the base of his cock, guiding it to my entrance. He paused, his breath hitching as he felt the heat radiating from my body. The room was silent except for our heavy breathings, the tension between us was palpable. Javier's eyes locked into my hole, with a slow, deliberate motion, Javier pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching my tightness. I gasped, my hands gripping the edge of the desk, knuckles white with effort. Javier paused, giving me a moment to adjust, his own breath coming in shallow pants. The sensation was overwhelming, the tight warmth of my body surrounding him, making his head spin.

"Fuck," he muttered, his voice rough with need. "You feel so good."

My eyes fluttered shut, a flush spreading across my cheeks as i tried to relax. Javier could see the effort it took me to let go, to trust him completely. It made something twist deep in his chest, a mixture of pride and protectiveness.

Gently, he pressed further inside, inch by agonizing inch. Each movement was careful, calculated, to avoid causing me any unnecessary pain. The sound of our skin meeting filled the room, a slick, wet noise that sent a shiver down his spine. my fingers dug into the wood of the desk, his nails leaving faint marks behind

"Shit, Javier," i choked out, my voice trembling. "It's... it's too much."

he froze, his heart pounding in his ears. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he said, his voice strained.

I shook his head quickly, "No, just... give me a second," i breathed, my forehead creasing in concentration.

Javier waited, his muscles tense, every nerve ending on fire. When i finally nodded, a small, determined smile tugging at his lips, Javier couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled out slightly before thrusting back in, this time a little deeper. I moaned, a sound that went straight to his cock, making it pulse with need.

Slowly, he began to move, his hips rocking against my ass. The rhythm was steady, controlled, each thrust measured to ensure i could handle it. My breath hitched with each push, my body arching slightly off the desk as he filled him. The angle was perfect, hitting places inside me that made my toes curl.

"Ah, god," i groaned, as my voice was breaking. "That feels... so good."

He grip on my hips tightened, his fingers biting into the soft flesh. He could feel my body responding, clenching around him, urging him on. The sight of me spread out before him, his chest heaving with each breath, his face flushed and lips parted, was intoxicating. His control was slipping, the need to claim, to possess, becoming overwhelming.

"Look at you," Javier murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So beautiful, taking me like this."

"Then make me yours," i told him, my voice hoarse.

The words were like fuel to Javier's already burning fire. With a growl, he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. The slap of skin against skin echoed in the quiet room, punctuated by mine increasingly desperate moans. He could feel the walls of my ass gripping him, milking him for everything he had.

"Fuck, Caleb," Javier panted, his vision blurring with the intensity of his need. "You’re mine. All mine."

My response was a strangled cry, my body shaking with the force of Javier's thrusts. Javier could feel his own release building, an unstoppable wave threatening to crash over him. He reached down, his hand sliding between our bodies to find my cock, already hard and leaking.

"Come for me," he ordered, his voice commanding. "Let me hear you come."

My eyes rolled back, my hips bucking into Javier's hand as he stroked me relentlessly. The pressure built and built, until finally, with a keening wail, i came, my cum spilling over his fingers, coating his hand and my belly. The sight of me losing control, shattering beneath him, was enough to send him over the edge.

He thrust one last time, burying himself deep inside of me as his own orgasm ripped through him. His vision went white, stars bursting behind his eyes as he spilled inside the condom, his body trembling with the force of it. For a moment, there was nothing but the roaring in his ears, the feeling of my body clenching around him, holding him close.

Javier collapsed forward, his weight resting on me, his forehead pressed against the back of my neck. We both panted, our breaths mingling in the silence of the room. Javier’s heart still pounded in his chest, the echo of our passion settling over them like a shroud.

Javier smiled, a small, satisfied curve of his lips. He pulled out slowly, careful not to jar me too much, and straightened up, disposing of the condom in a nearby trash can. When he turned back, i was sitting up, my legs dangling over the edge of the desk, and my eyes still hazy with pleasure.

Javier paused for a moment, his hand hovering over his bag, before glancing up at me with that knowing smirk. The moment between us had shifted again, the air still charged with something deeper, but now it felt more familiar. He wasn’t rushing. If anything, he seemed to be enjoying dragging this out, staying calm and collected, even with everything that just happened.

I watched as he reached into his bag, pulling out a few wet wipes. His movements were precise, like he was going through some practiced routine. First, he wiped his hands, his touch careful and deliberate, before moving toward me. His fingers brushed against my skin as he cleaned my stomach, and I could tell he was being extra gentle, almost like he didn’t want to ruin the ease we’d found in the last few minutes.

Javier’s focus shifted to the desk, wiping it down in the same neat, methodical way. There was something amusing about the way he was so careful. I leaned back in my chair, just watching him, this strange mix of intensity and routine.

Once he finished tidying up, Javier retrieved the used condom from the trash. He wrapped it in a wet wipe and slipped it into his bag without a word, like it was just another part of the day.

I smirked, watching him, and leaned forward. “Don’t you even think about taking out your wallet,” I teased, grinning as I reminded him of that first night at the bar.

He stopped, meeting my gaze with a raised eyebrow and that half-smile. “You’re not letting that one go, are you?” he asked, a laugh hidden in his voice.

“Never,” I shot back, chuckling. The tension between us from earlier had faded, replaced by something that felt like a strange comfort. Whatever was happening, it didn’t feel out of place anymore just the new normal between us.

I buckled my belt and grabbed my bag, feeling the weight of everything that had just happened settling in. As I glanced toward the window, ready to sneak out, I saw Javier heading for the door. Just when I thought we were both about to leave quietly, he stopped and turned to me.

"Would you like to come to my house?" he asked, his voice casual, but there was something in his eyes that made it feel more than that.

I paused, taken off guard. “Yeah, but I’ll need to stop by my place first take a shower, grab some clothes.”

He gave me this soft smile and shook his head. “You don’t have to. You can shower at mine, and I’ll lend you some clothes.”

I raised an eyebrow, feeling a grin tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Alright, then. Send me your address. I drove today.”

He pulled out his phone, quickly typing something before I felt mine buzz in my pocket. “There. Done. See you at my place.”

I climbed out the window, taking a quick look around before heading straight for the school parking lot. My mind was spinning, barely able to process what had just happened. It was like a blur half surreal, half exhilarating. As I approached my car, I spotted Javier walking to his. He glanced my way and winked, that same cocky smirk on his face. He knew exactly what was coming next.

I pulled out my phone, entering his address into the GPS, and started driving to his place. The whole way there, I couldn’t shake the mix of excitement and disbelief. This was happening whatever this was.

When I arrived at his house, I parked and waited, the engine still running. It felt weird being there before him. Five minutes later, I saw his car pulling up. As he stepped out, Javier spotted me and laughed, shaking his head.

"I can’t believe you beat me to my own house," he chuckled, walking over to me with an easy grin.

I smirked, leaning against my car. “What can I say? I’m full of surprises.”

“Clearly,” he said with a teasing smile, unlocking the door to his place. “Come on in. You’ve got a head start on me already. Might as well keep up the pace.”

As soon as we stepped inside, Javier wasted no time. He pushed me gently against the door, his hands firm on my waist as his lips crashed into mine. It took me by surprise, but I kissed him back without hesitation, feeling the heat of the moment intensify. His body pressed against mine, and for a second, all I could focus on was the feel of him the weight, the urgency in the kiss, the way he tasted.

I grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. The door at my back felt cool compared to the warmth of him against me. Everything about the moment felt raw, electric, like the tension between us had finally snapped, and we were caught up in it.

His hands moved from my waist, sliding up to my face, holding me there, as if he couldn’t let go. I pulled back for just a breath, my heart racing, and looked at him, his eyes filled with the same hunger that had been building between us for days.

"You’re full of surprises too," I whispered, a smirk tugging at my lips.

Javier smiled, leaning in again. "You have no idea."

Javier's hands trailed down my chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The air between us crackled with electricity, and my breath hitched as his fingers ghosted over my nipples, sending shivers down my spine.

"You're so responsive," Javier murmured, his voice low and husky. "I love how you react to my touch."

My eyes fluttered shut, while my body arching into his touch. I felt exposed and vulnerable, yet a part of me thrilled at the idea of surrendering to him. "I trust you," i whispered, my voice hoarse with desire.

Javier's smile was triumphant as he continued his exploration, his fingers dancing over my skin, mapping out every inch of my body, tracing every line of my muscles, the curve of my hips, and the dip of my waist.

My hands roamed over his body in return, my fingers tangling in the dark hair at his nape, pulling him closer. As i was kissing his neck, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses and gentle nips, his breath hitched and he groaned softly, his hands gripping my hips possessively.

"I want to taste you," Javier said, his voice rough with desire. "I want to make you feel good."

My heart raced at the thought. The idea of being pleasured by Javier, of being the center of his attention, sent a rush of excitement through me. "I want that too."

Javier's hands moved to the hem of my hoodie, slowly pulling it up, revealing the defined muscles of my abdomen. He kissed every each inch of my exposed skin, his tongue darting out to taste my sweat. While my hands fisted in his shirt, his body trembling with anticipation.

As Javier's mouth trailed down my chest, my eyes fluttered open again, my gaze locking with his. The intensity of the moment was palpable, and i felt a surge of desire so strong it took my breath away.

"You're beautiful," Javier said, his voice thick with emotion. "So fucking beautiful."

My chest tightened at the words, and i felt a rush of affection from him. I reached out, cupping his face in my hands, as i pulled him closer for a deep kiss. Our tongues tangled, exploring and claiming, as if we were branding each other with our touches.

When we finally broke apart, gasping for breaths, Javier's eyes were dark with desire.

Javier gently pushed me towards the bedroom. He guided me down the bed, his hands roaming over my body with a mix of reverence and desire. He kissed my neck then my chest and last my stomach, leaving a trail of wet kisses and gentle bites, while he was taking down my pants and boxers

My body was on fire and my skin sensitive to every touch. I moaned softly, as my hand was running through his thick hair, pulling him closer. His mouth found my erection, and he took me into his mouth, sucking gently, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock.

My back arched off the bed and my hands gripping the sheets tightly. The sensation of his mouth on me was overwhelming, and i felt a rush of pleasure so intense it threatened to consume me.

"Oh God, Javi" he panted, his voice thick with desire. "Please… That’s amazing."

Javier's eyes glittered with triumph as he continued doing his job, his mouth and hands working in perfect harmony. He kissed and sucked at my nipples, his fingers trailing down to tease my entrance. My breath hitched, and i felt a rush of excitement at the thought of him inside me.

His fingers probed gently, stretching and preparing my hole, like he didn't fuck me an hour ago in his classroom.

As his fingers worked their magic, my body responded and my muscles clenching and relaxing around him. I moaned softly, and my hips lifting off the bed, seeking more of his touch.

"You're so tight," Javier murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So good for me."

My eyes snapped open, and looked at him. "Please Javi" i said, his voice steady. "I want you inside of me."

Javier's eyes glittered with triumph as he positioned himself at my entrance. He paused, his eyes searching for mine to give him permission to go, i looked at him and nodded, his breath catching in his throat.

His body pressed against mine, and he slowly pushed forward, stretching and filling me with a slow, deliberate pace. My body accepted him, welcoming the invasion, and he groaned softly, my eyes shut closed from the pleasure.

As his body filled mine, my muscles clenched around him, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain, and my eyes still squeezed shut.

Javier's hands roamed over my body, his mouth finding my neck and kiss it softly. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice thick. "So fucking beautiful."

I reached out, my hands framing his face, as i pulled him closer for another passionate kiss, our tongues tangled, exploring and claiming, as if they were sealing their bond with every touch.

As our kiss deepened, Javier's body moved with mine a slow, steady rhythm that built pleasure with each thrust. My hands gripped his shoulders, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.

The room was filled with moans and the soft slapping of flesh on flesh. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. Javier moaned softly, his eyes squeezed shut, lost in the pleasure.

"Come for me, Caleb," Javier panted, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me feel you around me."

My body responded to the command, as i came all over Javier stomach. I cried out, my body shuddering, as pleasure washed over me in waves.

Javier's body followed suit, his release powerful and explosive. He groaned, his eyes closed in ecstasy, as he emptied himself into me, our bodies remained connected for a moment.

As our heart rates slowed, Javier's eyes opened, his gaze locking with mine. He smiled, a soft, tender expression on his face, and gently pulled out of me. He reached for a towel, cleaning both of us with gentle strokes.

After we had both settled into bed, Javier shifted beside me and turned his head to look at me. His expression was soft, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Where you calling me ‘Javi’ the whole time we were fucking?" he asked, a teasing smile forming on his lips.

I blinked, realizing what I’d said. "Did I? Sorry, it just slipped out."

He chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Why are you sorry? I like it."

I smirked a little, feeling the tension between us lighten. "Yeah? Well, Javi it is then," I said, the nickname sounding more natural now, as if it had always been there.

"But only while we’re alone," he said, his tone light but serious enough to make the boundaries clear.

Javier smiled, his tone lighter this time. "It’s just that in school, I’m your teacher. Outside of it... well, I don’t even know what I am," he said with a chuckle as he lay back on the bed, fingers gently playing with my hair while I curled up against him.

I grinned, feeling the warmth of his body next to mine. "Yeah, outside of school, you're just... Javi," I teased, enjoying the way his fingers moved through my hair.

He laughed softly, shaking his head. "Yeah, I guess so. Just Javi." His voice had a playful edge, and the tension from earlier seemed to drift away.

I nuzzled closer, my head resting on his chest as I felt his heartbeat beneath me. "I like just Javi," I mumbled.

"Yeah?" he asked, still toying with my hair. "Well, I like this too when you’re not causing trouble in my class."

I chuckled. "No promises."

Javier rolled his eyes, but I could feel him smiling. The moment felt easy, like everything that usually complicated our situation didn't matter right now. It was just us, in this little bubble away from the rest of the world.

After we spent some time just cuddled up in bed, feeling the quiet comfort of being close to him, Javier eventually shifted and sat up. He stretched a little and glanced down at me with a soft smile.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

I nodded, feeling my stomach rumble. "Yeah, a little."

"What would you like to eat?" he asked, standing up and heading toward the door still naked.

I thought for a second, not really sure what I was in the mood for. "I don’t know… what do you have in mind?"

Javier grinned. "How about eggs with bacon? That sound good?"

"Yeah, that sounds awesome," I said, smiling back.

As he made his way toward the kitchen, I propped myself up on my elbows and asked, "Hey, is it okay if i take a shower?"

He paused, looking over his shoulder at me. "You don’t even have to ask. The bathroom’s right there," he pointed. "It’s got plenty of hot water, and I’ll leave some fresh clothes for you here when you’re done, okay?"

I looked at him, appreciating the gesture. "Thanks, Javi." He just smiled, nodding before disappearing into the kitchen.

I made my way to the bathroom, still naked from everything that had just happened. The air felt cool against my skin, contrasting with the warmth of the recent events. I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash over me, feeling it relax my muscles and rinse away the remnants of the moment. I stood there for a few minutes, taking it all in, the steam filling the space around me as I let myself breathe.

After cleaning up, I turned off the water and grabbed a towel, drying off before heading back to the bedroom. As I walked in, I noticed a neat pile of clothes laid out for me Javi had left a black shirt, some gray sweatpants, and a pair of boxers. I smiled at the small gesture, appreciating how thoughtful he was. I slipped on the clothes they were a size larger than mine but the soft fabric felt good against my skin, and made my way toward the kitchen.

As I entered, I saw Javier he was fully dressed now and he look very focused at the stove, focused on making something to eat. The smell of sizzling bacon filled the air, and I couldn’t help but smile. Without thinking, I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his back. He paused for a moment, feeling my presence, then smiled as he continued cooking.

“You’re gonna distract me like this?” he teased, his voice light and playful.

I grinned, my face pressed against his back. “Maybe… but I think you’re doing fine.”

He chuckled, flipping the bacon in the pan. "Well, I’m glad you approve."

I tightened my arms around him a little, enjoying the quiet moment between us.

Javier turned around slowly, still holding the spatula in his hand, and looked at me with a soft smile. His eyes scanned me up and down before landing back on mine. "I like you in my clothes," he said, his voice warm, a hint of something playful beneath it.

I smirked, tugging at the black shirt a little. "Yeah? Feels pretty comfortable. Might just keep them," I teased, raising an eyebrow.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I don’t mind. But if you keep 'em, you might have to come back for more."

I leaned back against the counter, folding my arms. "Is that your way of getting me to stick around?"

"Maybe," he said, stepping closer. "But if you look this good in my clothes, it’s not much of a sacrifice, is it?"

I laughed, enjoying the lightheartedness between us. "You know, you’re getting pretty smooth with these lines, Mr. Pena."

He smirked at the nickname, his hand lightly brushing my side as he went back to the stove. "Only for you," he said, glancing at me over his shoulder.

The moment felt easy, like we’d known each other for longer than we had. It was strange, the kind of connection that wasn’t forced, like we were just... falling into place.

"You hungry yet?" he asked, plating the eggs and bacon with a quick glance in my direction.

"Starving," I replied, pushing off the counter and joining him at the small table. "Smells amazing."

"Well, I don’t want you to waste away on me," he joked, placing the plates down and pulling out a chair for me.

I sat down, shaking my head. "Yeah, I’ll need my energy... Especially with all the school stuff coming up," I said, catching his gaze as he sat across from me. "And, you know, whatever this is."

Javier raised an eyebrow but didn’t break the smile. "You mean us?" he asked, leaning back a little.

I shrugged, feeling the playfulness mix with something a little more real. "Yeah... us."

He looked at me for a moment, the teasing fading slightly as he nodded. "Well, we’ll figure that out as we go."

I smiled, feeling that same warmth between us that had been there all morning. Whatever this was, I knew it was just getting started.

As we finished eating, I leaned back in my chair, twirling my fork absentmindedly. “So, about the test… It feels like a mountain of work for someone who hasn’t even been in your class for two weeks.”

Javier looked up from his plate, a teasing grin forming on his lips. “Well, the bet is a bet. If you ace it, I’ll pass you. If not… sorry, but that’s how it goes.”

I raised an eyebrow, smirking back at him. “So, my entire academic future is riding on a bet? That’s a lot of pressure, Javi.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Pressure makes diamonds, right? But don’t worry. If you don’t understand something, I’m here to help you. Just remember, I’m not giving you the answers.” He winked, his tone playful.

“Great, a tutor who’s also my partner in crime,” I replied with a laugh. “But seriously, I could use all the help I can get.”

Javier leaned back in his chair, folding his arms with a confident smile. “You’ll do just fine, Caleb. I believe in you. And who knows? We might even have a little fun along the way.”

“Fun?” I echoed, raising an eyebrow. “Like what? Study parties with snacks?”

“Exactly!” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “We can make it a thing. And I promise I’ll keep the answers to myself.”

“Deal,” I replied, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of tackling the challenge together. With a little help from Javi, maybe I really could surprise myself.

I stood up, gathering the plates and everything we’d used for dinner. “You cooked, so I’ll handle the cleanup,” I said, heading toward the sink.

Javier glanced over, eyebrows raised. “You don’t have to do that, you know.”

“Nah, I want to,” I replied with a small smile as I turned on the faucet and started washing the dishes. The warm water running over my hands felt soothing as I scrubbed away the bits of food.

Javier came up beside me, leaning casually against the counter, watching as I worked. "I could get used to this," he said with a playful smirk.

I laughed, shaking my head as I rinsed off another plate. “Don’t get too comfortable, Javi. This is a one-time offer. You’re on dish duty next time.” i joked

“Oh, I don’t mind sharing the chores,” he said, stepping closer to bump my shoulder lightly. "I’ll even make the coffee in the morning."

“Sounds like a deal," I replied, looking over at him as I finished up. “Just as long as you don’t burn the toast.”

Javier laughed softly, his eyes catching mine for a moment longer than usual. There was something about this moment this simple, everyday routine that felt unexpectedly... right. Comfortable. As if we fit together in the most ordinary of ways, even with everything going on around us.

As I stood at the sink, washing the last of the dishes, I heard Javier rustle behind me. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lighting one up with a quick flick. The soft glow of the flame reflected in the kitchen window, and soon the familiar scent of smoke filled the room.

He took a slow drag, then looked over at me, eyes glinting with something playful. "You want one?" he asked, holding the cigarette between his fingers.

I grinned. "Yeah, please. I haven’t smoked all day."

Without a word, Javier came up behind me, his chest lightly pressing against my back as he reached around, placing the cigarette between my lips. I took a long drag, the smoke swirling in my lungs, then exhaled, feeling the tension from the day begin to fade away.

He took the cigarette back from me, taking another hit himself, the smoke curling lazily in the air. Then he leaned against the counter, studying me for a second before asking, "So, what's your plan for the rest of the day?"

I wiped my hands on a dish towel, thinking for a moment. “No big plans, honestly. Just taking it easy... unless you’ve got something in mind?”

Javier smirked, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he was already plotting something. "Well, I might have a few ideas," he said, letting the sentence hang in the air, teasing.

I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Yeah? And what ideas are those?"

Javier took one last drag of the cigarette, stubbing it out in a nearby ashtray before turning to me with a thoughtful look. "Well," he began, leaning back against the counter again, "would you like to go out, maybe grab a drink somewhere? Or..." His voice trailed off, a soft smile playing on his lips. "We could stay in, relax, and watch a movie on the couch."

I glanced over at him, considering the options. The idea of going out sounded fun, but there was something about the thought of staying in, curled up together on the couch, that felt a lot more appealing.

I smiled, stepping closer to him. "A movie sounds good to me. Besides, your couch looks way too comfortable to pass up."

Javier chuckled, reaching out to lightly brush his fingers against my arm. "Yeah, I figured you'd say that." He tilted his head toward the living room. "Go ahead and pick something out. I'll grab us a couple of drinks."

"Deal," I said, grinning as I made my way into the living room, already scanning through the list of movies in my head.

As I scrolled through the movie options, I found one that caught my interest and quickly put it on the TV. Satisfied with the choice, I settled into the couch, waiting for Javier. A few moments later, he walked in with two beers, a casual smile on his face.

"Sorry, all I’ve got is beer," he said, handing me one.

I shook my head, smiling back. "Beer’s perfect, don’t worry."

Javier sat down next to me, and without hesitation, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. I leaned into him, feeling the warmth and ease of the moment.

As the movie played, we both settled into a comfortable silence. Javier absentmindedly played with my hair while I traced circles on his stomach. The steady rhythm of the movie was almost calming, but after a while, I glanced up at him. He noticed and turned his head to meet my gaze.

"Everything alright?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.

"Yeah, I just... can’t believe how fast things have changed," I replied, my voice thoughtful.

He raised an eyebrow slightly. "What do you mean?"

I hesitated, thinking about it for a second. "I mean, not even a week ago, I couldn’t stand you... and now, here I am, in your arms, feeling... I don’t know, different. "Javier smiled softly.

"I like how we are now," Javier said softly, his voice low and warm, his eyes locked on mine with a kind of sincerity that made my chest tighten.

"Me too," I replied, barely above a whisper. The way he looked at me, like this was something real and not just a fleeting moment, made everything feel different, more significant.

We sat there for a moment, just staring at each other, the quiet between us comfortable. Then, without thinking, I moved closer. My hands rested on his shoulders as I slowly slid onto his lap, feeling the warmth of his body beneath me. His hands found my waist, his fingers pressing into my skin like he didn’t want to let go.

I leaned in, our faces just inches apart, the tension building. My heart pounded as I closed the gap and kissed him, softly at first, but it quickly deepened, slow and deliberate. His hands tightened around my waist, pulling me closer against him, like he wanted to erase any space left between us. The kiss felt different, more meaningful, like we were both saying things we hadn’t quite figured out how to say with words yet.

His breath hitched slightly as he tilted his head, kissing me back with that same intensity, like we were both savoring the moment. The room felt smaller, quieter, like the world outside didn’t exist. And for a while, it didn’t.

As i climbed off of Javier's lap i slowly start getting on my knees without breaking eyes contact. My heart raced inside my chest as i reached out for Javier's sweatpants. I could feel butterflies in my stomach as i slid them down with his boxers, revealing his big hard cock.

I looked up at Javier with eager eyes before running my fingers along the length of it. "Fuck," Javier mumbled under his breath as pre-cum leaked from the tip.

Without hesitation, i leaned forward and placed a kiss on the head of his cock before licking at it gently. The taste was intoxicating as i ran mine tongue up and down licking every inch of his dick.

Javier moaned softly from above, tangling his fingers in my hair. "That feels so good," he groaned.

i took more of Javier dick into my mouth inch by inch until i had taken all of it in, fully amazed at how well i took all of his length without gagging

The room was filled with the sound of saliva and soft moans as i bobbed my head up and down on his cock. I used my hand to stroke the part that i couldn't fit in my mouth.

Javier's grip on my hair tightened as he tried not to thrust into my mouth. "Fuck, baby. You're so good at this," he grunted.

i could feel Javier getting harder in my mouth, the veins pulsing against my tongue. I continued to suck him off eagerly, wanting nothing more than to make him cum.

Javier let out a loud groan as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. "I'm gonna cum." he said through gritted teeth.

I looked up at him with a mischievous smile before taking all of his cock back into my mouth, deepthroating him until he felt the warm of his cum shoot down my throat.

Javier moaned loudly in ecstasy as i swallowed all of his cum, living nothing go to waste, As i pulled away and licked my lips, savoring the taste of his cum on my tongue.

We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breaths and basking in the afterglow. Then I climbed back onto the couch and straddled him once more, our lips meeting in a sweet kiss.

After I pulled away, catching my breath, I got up on my knees, still straddling him, and licked my lips, grinning a little. "I like seeing you like this," I teased, my voice soft but playful.

Javier raised an eyebrow, smirking back at me. "What, like naked from the waist down?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone.

"Yeah," I replied, my grin widening. "I wouldn’t mind without a shirt too." I added, my tone playful, but I wasn't joking at all. My eyes trailed down his chest, making it clear I meant every word.

Javier laughed, his hands moving to rest on my thighs. "You’re trouble, you know that?" he said, his voice low, but I could see the glint of amusement in his eyes

I grinned, leaning in closer as I teased, "Why, because I made you cum three times in one day, old man?"

Javier’s laugh was deep and genuine as he shook his head, playfully narrowing his eyes at me. "Who did you just call 'old man'?" he asked, still chuckling.

I shrugged, smirking. "Just calling what i see."

“Okay, honestly, how old are you, exactly?” I asked, genuinely curious.

Javier rolled his eyes dramatically. “I’m turning 35 in a couple of months.”

I raised an eyebrow, feigning shock. “Oh.”

He leaned back, crossing his arms with a playful smirk. “What? Am I too old for you?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Hell yeah!” I shot back, grinning widely.

Javier burst into laughter, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. “Guess I’ll just have to find some anti-aging cream, then.”

I looked at him with a teasing smile. “No, no, you don’t need to! I actually like seeing those little lines on your face.”

Javier’s eyes widened in mock horror. “I don’t have any lines in my face stop!” he protested, a playful frown forming on his lips.

I chuckled, leaning closer. “Oh, come on! They’re like little badges of wisdom,” I said, poking his cheek gently. “Each one tells a story.”

He rolled his eyes, unable to hold back a smile. “Yeah, a story of bad decisions, apparently,” he shot back, laughter bubbling in his voice.

“Hey, at least you have good company for those bad decisions now,” I replied, grinning at him.

Javier laughed, shaking his head. “I think I could use a shower after all those bad decisions,” he said, standing up with a mock serious expression.

I raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “A shower? What’s that? You mean to wash away all that wisdom?”

“Exactly!” he replied, pretending to be offended. “I need to scrub off these stories before I’m wise enough to teach history again.”

I leaned back on the couch, a playful smirk on my face. “I don’t know, Javi. I think your students would appreciate your… life lessons.”

He turned to head toward the bathroom, glancing over his shoulder with a grin. “Just don’t peek while I’m in there!”

“Who, me?” I replied, a mock gasp escaping my lips. “I would never!”

Javier chuckled, shaking his head as he disappeared into the bathroom. The door clicked shut, and soon enough, the sound of running water filled the air.

I let out a small sigh and got up from the couch, stretching as I made my way to the window. The view outside was calm, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for this unexpected twist in my life.

As the water continued to run in the background, I thought about everything that had happened between us. There was something refreshing about being around Javier, something that made me feel... at ease, like I didn’t have to pretend to be anything but myself. The teasing, the tension, the way we connected it was all new, exciting, and I couldn't deny how much I liked it.

"Don't peek!" Javier's voice called from the bathroom, a playful edge to his words, bringing me back to the moment.

I laughed, shaking my head. "Don’t flatter yourself!" I yelled back, smirking as I leaned against the wall. The sound of his laughter echoed through the door, and I found myself grinning again.

As I lit up the cigarette, Javier emerged from the bathroom, wearing nothing but his underwear. The steam from the shower still clung to his skin, and droplets of water glistened on his chest and arms. I couldn’t help but smile as I looked him up and down, taking in the sight of him standing there.

He walked over to me, his presence filling the room effortlessly. I reached out, my fingers brushing against his mustache as I took a slow drag of the cigarette. The warmth of his skin beneath my touch sent a thrill through me.

"You’re so beautiful," I said softly, my voice low as the smoke escaped my lips.

Javier’s eyes softened, and a playful grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. He leaned in slightly, his hand resting on my waist as he gazed at me.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” he replied, his tone teasing but his eyes full of something deeper.

The moment felt intimate, electric, as if the air between us was charged with a quiet understanding. I took another drag, my fingers lingering against his face for a second longer before I smiled and leaned back against the wall, feeling like I could stay in this moment forever.

I took one last drag from the cigarette, letting the smoke curl into the air as I glanced over at Javier. The moment felt comfortable but full of unspoken things. “I think I should get going,” I said, my voice softer now. “We’ve got school tomorrow.”

Javier gave me a slight smile, a hint of reluctance in his eyes. “You could stay here if you want,” he offered, his tone casual but with an underlying suggestion.

As tempting as it was, I shook my head, grinning a little. “I think it’s better if I head home.”

Javier nodded, stepping back with a small sigh. “Alright,” he said, accepting it.

Just as I was gathering my things and getting ready to leave, I paused. “Oh, I almost forgot about my clothes.”

Javier looked at me, amused. “Don’t worry about them,” he said with a smile. “I’ll clean them and bring them to you.”

I glanced down at the clothes I was wearing his black shirt and sweatpants and chuckled. “Well, I’ll make sure to wash these and give them back to you, too.”

Javier raised an eyebrow, smirking. “No rush. They look good on you,” he teased.

I laughed, shaking my head as I headed toward the door. “Alright, Mr. Peña, I’ll see you tomorrow at school then.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, see you tomorrow, Caleb,” he said, his voice warm as I slipped out of his place. The cool night air hit me as I left, a small smile tugging at my lips as I thought about the day and the strange, exciting path that lay ahead of us.

Next Chapter

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enderwoah · 6 months ago

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WRITING COMMISSIONS!!

It’s been a long time coming and rather heavily requested, so I finally (finally!) took the time to open up a Kofi and throw my hat into the ring of writing commissions.

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this limited life bad boys oneshot (hurt/comfort, jimmy + grian-centric, 4.2k)

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this fae AU mumbo-centric fic (mumbo-centric, 25k, 4 chapters, incomplete but now updating again)

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viktoriaashleyyx · 1 month ago

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Thank you for the tag @yaralulu !! Its nice to feel included ♥

Describe your writing process from idea to posting/publishing?

I get the best ideas while driving or showering and then struggle to remember them later.

Its a mess, it truly is, i have thrown away everything my hs teachers taught me. I have 35 WIPs that as soon as I think of a scene, ill spit it out and then move onto the next. I am writing CH 15 of my fic while CH11 remains bare and empty.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

I have no idea what a pantser is tbh, I just started writing 2 mos ago. Still catching up with the lingo and all the different sites I need to learn.

I generally have an idea of a plot, and at the top of every CH or Word doc I will write a brief synopsis of what I want to happen, but for the most part i am possessed by the characters and I am just as shocked as yall are about what came out of my fingertips.

What do you listen to when you are writing?

Studio Ghibli Study music. I draw a lot of inspiration from BVB, MIW, Heather Dale and Misbehavin Maidens, but while I am actually writing I cannot listen to lyrics because my ADHD paired with my dyslexia will have me out here just writing the lyrics down.

There might be a Tarquin Bonus Chapter coming that is based off The Maiden and the selkie by Heather dale but shhh!.

What’s your drink of choice(while writing)?

It depends on Time of Day but I am the stereotypical 3 drinks at once person: 1 for hydration (water), 1 for caffeine (tea or coffee, I have a terrible addiction to both), and 1 for fun (hot cocoa, dr. pepper, or kool aid)

Promote yourself! What’s your favorite thing you’ve written?

I do really like my main fic A Court Reborn, it is a self indulgent fun story to write and a few people seem to love it, which I am floored by. I honestly did not think it was going to do well being my first multi chap fic and all. It often has me crying over my keyboard going "Lucien will be happy if it kills me." While it is a Pro Tamlin, Tam x OC, It also focuses on building and encouraging Lucien and Nestas healing to set them up for Elucien and Neris respectively.

But I also love the accessibility of my one shots/ drabbles, reader fics. Not everyone has the time to invest into reading a full fic so a quick chap to make you feel better before you continue scrolling is great.

Share a fic of yours that you think is underrated/deserves more love.

I did kinda hope for Lucien and Eris Make Up to do better than it did, but I am a new writer, not everything is going to stick and do phenomenal. I like it, and thats what matters ♥

Do you have any advice for new writers?

Comparison is the thief of joy, but also, it is understandable that you would like some feedback for your writing, I feel the same way!

I miss a lot on here, if you are one of my moots and you feel your fic did not get enough love, tag me! Send it to me! I will hype you up!! I follow you for a reason, and that reason is that I think you are great and anything you post, even if we have never had a conversation before, I want to read it!!

What is a writing style/technique that others do really well that you'd like to get better at?

Slowing down, fleshing out the scene. I get too excited when I write and rely heavily on Cannons depictions of the places themselves. I feel I am getting better at it though and reading back through my fic I can see in real time my writing improve and I think that is pretty cool.

Is there a character you were surprised you enjoyed writing as much as you did?

Lucien. I am enjoying babying him. "Yes you are a powerful Heir to Day Court, but you also deserve head scratches and forehead kisses." No my OC is not going to end up with Lucien romantically, my goal is to convey a loving older sister figure to him. Yes there will be a part where she clashes with Eris over him "hes not YOUR little brother"/ "he is now"

On the flip side, Tarquin is proving more difficult. In my head he is so calm, cool and collected, but I myself am chaotic. I am trying so hard to do his character the justice he deserves.

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And anyone else!!

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givemea-dam-break · 2 years ago

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ephemeral - chapter three

a/n: i hope you all enjoy this - the next part will have a lot more going on, i promise!

warnings: mild language gn reader

full collection: here

The next morning is spent at 35 Portland Row, the four of you - you, Lockwood, Lucy, and George - pouring over the contents of the file you stole not even twelve hours ago. Still, after a comfortable nap in Lucy's bed, you feel as if you've been running only recently, heart pounding and feet aching. Nothing a good brew won't fix.

"It looks like the mansion used to be home to this family - the Mortons - in the early eighteen-hundreds," George says, pushing his glasses up his nose. "All of them died in a house fire, save for the only daughter and her son. Some theories suggest she started the fire so that her son would inherit the money instead of one of her six brothers, but it was never confirmed. She went mad a few years later while they were living in northern England after the son died from tuberculosis when he was eight."

Lucy frowns, taking a bite out of her glazed doughnut. A few crumbs fall on her pyjamas. "Bit grim. So, do we think it's the dead family haunting the mansion? I mean, they were killed in the fire - if not murdered - so they've possibly got a reason to come back."

"The report says there were at least five Type Twos," you say, carefully sipping your tea so as to not spill it over the aged paper. "Two men, three women. A mix of Phantasms and Wraiths. The kid who died was ghost-touched by one of the Phantasms. The one who was driven mad had been ghost-locked by a Wraith. The supervisor barely got that one and the other agent out alive. Wait..."

"What is it?" Lockwood leans over the arm of his chair, his face coming far too close to yours.

"My old supervisor - she was one of the kids on that case."

"Hanna Reid?" Lockwood takes the report from your hand, scanning over the writing.

"She was your supervisor?" George asks. "Maybe we could ask her for help, see what advice she could give."

You shake your head, taking the report back from Lockwood and trying to ignore how his fingers brush yours almost purposefully. "No, she never spoke about her cases, really. She was a good supervisor, but she wasn't entirely there, you know? Besides, it'd reveal that we were the ones that broke in yesterday. All that would lead to is DEPRAC arresting us and Steve Rotwell sending this company into an early grave."

"So we can't ask her for help," Lockwood says. "What else do we know? Do we have a layout of the mansion, anything else the report itself tells us?"

"Here's the layout," Lucy says, pushing forward an architectural plan. "Big place. It's got a ballroom and everything."

George takes the plan. "The fire originated in the east wing of the house, over by the drawing room, but the report says that the team found a source in the ballroom under the floorboards. Obviously, it wasn't the only source, because there are ghosts still lingering."

"This is assuming these ghosts are the same ones from almost two decades ago," Lockwood reminds you all. "Could be a completely different set of Visitors. They might well have triggered a new haunting."

Lucy groans. "How are we meant to be prepared for tonight? This kind of case needs a few days' worth of preparation, not one morning."

"Not to make things worse," George says, "but Miss Jeffries called earlier on, Lockwood. We're prohibited from using magnesium flares seeing as her party is tomorrow night and she doesn't want her mansion blown to pieces."

Now you groan, plucking an Apricot Danish from the plate on the coffee table. "So a repeat of Combe Carey Hall, then, except this time we won't even have a smuggled-in bomb flare."

"I could arrange something," Lockwood says, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"No, I don't think that'd be a good idea," George says. "As much as I'd love to get my eardrums assaulted again, we have to go about this all differently."

Lockwood doesn't let that discourage him. "Well, we'll stock up on extra salt bombs, and I can head to Satchel's to pick up some heavy-duty chains."

"Lucy, go with him, won't you?" you say around your pastry. "Make sure he doesn't get flares. I'll pack the bags here."

If the prospect of getting dressed and leaving the house bothers Lucy, she doesn't show it. "I've missed you mothering him."

The comment stops you cold. George chokes on his biscuit. Lockwood isn't moving. Lucy's eyes widen.

"Sorry, I didn't mean -"

"It's fine," you say, swallowing. It's his fault I've not been here to do it. "I'm going to go pack our kits. George, here are the rest of the reports. I'll be in the basement."

One of Lucy's mixtapes is blaring from the speakers down in the basement, and the loud music is a good distraction from your thoughts. With it playing, you can focus on oiling the chains you've picked out and packing the kits with everything you might need. Salt bombs - you've spent a good hour or so making another batch - along with packets of gum in each bag to save George having to figure out who's got it, some snacks unique to each person, a flask of tea in Lockwood's for everyone to share. Once the chains are finished, you wind them up as tightly as you can manage and shove them into the kits.

The whole routine comes to you too easily. It isn't hard to forget everything and pretend, and, oh, how you would love to pretend that the past eight months never happened, but you have to keep reminding yourself that it did. After this case, you'll never see Lockwood again.

It surprises you how much it hurts to think about that. You hate him for what he did, and he probably doesn't particularly like you after things you said that extended far past calling him a conceited asshole, but, surprisingly, you hate the thought of never seeing him again more.

This is just a taste of what it would be like to be with the team again, and you've found yourself enjoying it. You've no issue with Lucy or George, but even being with Lockwood isn't nearly as bad as you thought it would be. Do you really never want to see him again?

I'll stay away until you're ready to speak to me again, or forever if I have to.

A little part of you is smiling at the memory of his words. The arrogant prick knew you wouldn't be able to stay away.

"Am I interrupting something?"

You jump, turning to find George at the foot of the basement stairs. "Oh, George, hey! No, you're not. I've just finished packing our kits."

"Oh, ok, just that you were staring at Skull for longer than any sane person would manage."

"Was I?" You look over at the skull trapped in the Silverglass jar, the Type Three only Lucy can speak to, and cringe as he pulls a grotesque face. "Right. Everything alright, George?"

"Lockwood's just called. He and Lucy have stocked up on more chains, filings, the sorts, and want us to meet them at the train station so we can head to the mansion. Better to get a feel for the place as soon as."

"Have you got the information you need?"

George takes off his glasses, cleaning the lenses on his jumper. "Some, but I'll admit, I don't feel good about this case. We've had even less time to prepare than we did for Combe Carey, and we're going in almost completely blind as to what we're facing. Will it be the ghosts of the family? Some other ones we don't know about?"

You can tell that the whole thing is frustrating him even more than he's showing. For George not to have found much on the mansion outwith what you got in the folder from the Rotwell archives, it must be infuriating. You know how much he hates not knowing things.

"Right," he says. "I'll get my shoes on, then we'll go."

And so you do.

Lockwood and Lucy are already at the station when you both arrive, hoisting heavy chains over their shoulders. By the time you reach them, you're sweating from carrying two kit bags plus Lucy's rucksack in which Skull resides. Your respect for Lucy has only increased after having to lug the heavy case around.

"Extra salt bombs are at the top of all the kit bags," you say, handing Lucy her bag and rucksack. "Your belts are also there, with even more salt bombs and pouches of the usual filings. Two sets of chains in mine and Lockwood's bags, one in Lucy's and George's. I've also put some snacks and tea in. Figured we'd get hungry before the night's even over."

Lockwood grins. "You're the best, (name)."

"I know I am. I wouldn't be here otherwise." You reach into your kit bag and pull out a paper bag, infinitely glad the contents haven't leaked. "Oh, also, milkshakes for everyone, courtesy of Arif."

You pass them around - strawberry and chocolate for Lucy, banana for George, your own unique recipe for yourself, and mint chocolate for Lockwood. It feels nice to hand them out, even nicer to have been able to remember their favourites.

Eventually, you all board the train, sipping milkshakes as the air conditioning whirs quietly. The train is packed with people going on holiday, but the four of you manage to get yourselves a table seat, thanks to your heavy kits and gleaming rapiers.

Although you're providing a vital service, you still get glares from some of the passengers. You remind them of exactly what they're trying to escape.

"So, what's new?" Lockwood asks.

George, who sits beside him, spreads his notes out along with a few sheets from the report and images of the house and its layout. Lucy moves his milkshake out of the way.

"Not much, honestly," George says. "Thanks, Lucy. Okay, well, like I said earlier, the source that had been found by the last team was here in the ballroom, but there has to be at least one more seeing as more ghosts attacked on their way out."

"So what are you thinking?" you ask.

He's got that sparkle in his eye again. "There are at least two ghosts left, a Wraith and a Phantasm, but I called up one of the maids who had been working at the mansion and asked her a few questions. She's younger, not young enough to still have any Talents, but her senses are still more heightened than her coworkers. She said the first time she felt one of the ghosts had been on the second floor, up where the servants' rooms are, when she was heading to bed. The second time, the feeling followed her around the house as she was finishing up.

"Another one of the maids was ghost-touched as she was leaving, right at the front doors. Thankfully, she was driven to the nearest hospital in time to get an adrenaline shot and she's in recovery now. Some of the others have commented about feeling like they're being followed or chased, but after the ghost-touch, none of them will set foot in the house."

Taking a sip of his milkshake, Lockwood says, "So, we've got ghosts immediately on the ground floor and then on the second floor, too. That leaves the first floor potentially safe, but we need to keep our wits about us. We'll all go floor by floor to check the place out, together to begin with, and then we'll work from there. Sound good?"

You all nod in agreement.

For a little bit after that, you're able to relax. You sit and sip your milkshakes, talking about this and that, poking fun at each other. It's nice being able to do so, to smile and laugh as if you're just regular kids, hanging out during the summer holidays like kids would've done so many years ago. You can pretend your rapiers and kit bags aren't there, replaced with rucksacks filled with snacks and games to play.

But the feeling is short-lived.

Soon enough, the train stops momentarily at a station, and you all file out, Lockwood leading the charge.

The fresh air, free of noise and air pollution, is incredible. You can smell freshly cut grass and a distinctly summer-like smell, and in the town that connects to the station, you can hear children squealing with glee. It should be lovely to be surrounded by such peace, but the taxi in front of you ruins it.

It's a big slab of black, with a young man in the driver's seat and, while it's different from the night cabs agents usually have to take, it makes you feel uneasy. This case is giving you a bad feeling, and this taxi is only going to take you closer.

It takes a lot of squishing for everyone to fit in the back of the taxi, but you manage eventually. Really, one of you should sit in the front passenger's seat - Lockwood - but the driver insists you'll all fit just fine.

"Ow, Lockwood, you're proper digging me into the door!" you grumble.

"I can't move! Lucy, shuffle over a touch."

"George is in the way!"

"Well, then, George, you move."

"I'm stuffed into the door, too! I can't move anywhere."

"Everybody comfy?" the driver asks. Before any of you even get the chance to reply, he says, "Good. Let's go. Where to?"

Lockwood shifts slightly, elbowing you in the ribs accidentally. "Elmview Estate, please."

The car jolts to a start, and suddenly you're whizzing down the roads at a speed that is probably illegal. You're not sure - you can't see the speed dial. Every twist and turn has you all jamming into each other, and multiple times you end up with Lockwood's elbow dug into some part of your body painfully. Yours does the same, but not every time is accidental, and Lockwood may have caught onto that fact.

If you were travelling a tad slower, you're sure the view would be beautiful as you leave the town and enter the countryside. The distant hills are a blur, and the trees move by so quickly they're but a blur of green. Once or twice, you pass groups of cyclists, and you're pretty shocked by the fact that the driver hasn't hit any of them.

To be honest, this guy's licence should probably be revoked.

But he gets you where you need to go. You reach the estate sooner than you should've which, at least, gives you more time to scope out the mansion. In a very strange way, you're all grateful for the guy.

"Don't tell anyone we were here," Lockwood says to the driver, handing him extra money.

"Gotcha. Stay safe, kiddos."

Then he's speeding off down the lane and out of sight.

George scoffs. "Kiddos. He's not even that much older than us."

Slowly, you all turn towards the house. It's a hulking beast of a thing, towering three storeys tall with massive windows on all floors. Balconies made of stone and wrought iron host beautiful flowering plants. A set of large white steps lead up to the large double doors, made from white metal of some sort and stained glass depicting some scene or another that, really, should be one of the most stunning things about the house. But it's smashed as though someone fell through it. Elm trees surround the house, bursting with green leaves that blow gently in the breeze.

"Lovely place," Lockwood says. "If it weren't haunted, I'd like to live here."

"You've nowhere near enough money," you remind him. "And what would you do with all the space? Imagine all the dusting you'd have to do."

"You sound like my mum," George grumbles. "Every time we used to pass a big house when I was a kid, it was: Oh, imagine all the dusting! I'd love to say I've got a mansion, but I'd hate the cleaning."

"I suppose that's why Yvette has maids," Lucy says, staring up at the house. "If you have the money to own a mansion, you have the money for hired help."

"This is all besides the point," Lockwood interrupts, although he's smiling. "We best get started, check out the house while it's light."

With a big, shared sigh, you all climb the steps into the house.

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Chapter 8 (Final Chapter)

PriceXFem!Reader

This is it! This chapter is lots of fluff, happy ending. After this is completed plan on working some more Simon things and then have an idea of returning to this, but writing it through Price's POV. Will be darker in influence than this one however. Think our Captain is a little more selfish then what this story portrays. Kind of like the other half of the coin thing.

Thank you all for taking the time and reading this series, just really wanted to do something sweet. <3 I truly do appreciate this fanbase and its readers.

Adrenaline had worn off by the time you had reached your bed. Body heavy like someone had tucked concrete into it making relief fill you by the time you had hit your pillow. After it all, you really thought sleep was going to be hard… but honestly it was the easiest that had been delivered to you all night.

In fact, when you woke up in the morning, you felt so far out of it. Honestly, you probably could have slept for another 5 hours. Finally forcing yourself to come to, you realized it was your phone vibrating on the nightstand. Quickly picking it up, you palmed it until it answered.

“Mornin’, lovie.” Your heart mended and melted at the voice.

“John.”

“How’d you sleep love?”

“Honestly… not terrible.”

“Best you have in a while, huh.” He had wanted it to sound like a question, but instead it came out as a matter-of-fact statement. You both know why you slept so well. You had no reason to fear anymore. Your biggest fear was dead.

“Yeah… How’s Abel?”

“Still sleepin’, him, Johnny and Kyle stayed up late telling ghost stories.” There was a joke hidden somewhere in there, sleep just kept it hidden from you.

“He catch any fish?” You asked instead.

“He did, learned to clean them too. Had a proper day of teaching with him.”

It made you smile. The idea of Abel spending time with a male figure that was teaching him real life lessons.

“Good.”

“I’ll have him call you when he wakes up. Think you should probably go make a cuppa’ and turn the news on for now love.” A hint. An order what had been done last night.

“Ok, see you in a while John.”

Finally doing what he advised, you sat with a cup of coffee in your hands steam still rising off the top. The remote was on the table in front of you, parallel with the TV.

It seemed so far away and the thought of picking it up to turn the TV on almost too heavy for you. Like the concrete from last night had returned all at once. A heavy breath in, you reached for it, powering it on and flipping on the news.

The very first headline BODY HAS BEEN FOUND.

Instantly, you shut your eyes, seeing the murder scene all over once again in your small bathroom. Forcing them back open, you watched. Listening intently while the newscaster explained that a male body had been found in an alleyway after what looked like a bar fight gone wrong.

The face was so mangled from a beer bottle they assumed; they were having a hard time identifying the victim. Your heart pounded so loudly, Blood trying to reach your head filling your ears, rushing like an ocean and beating like a drum. You had done this. You had destroyed any facial recognition of him… all by your hand. The thoughts came in like a flood. The father of your child. What kind of monster were you?

A loud knocking on your door brought you back, making you jump and spill coffee down the front of John’s shirt. Quickly jumping up to look through the peephole, two officers stood waiting. Like the good girl you were, you opened the door for them.

“Morning Ma’am, may we come in?” They politely asked. Giving a wide birth on the door, you obliged.

“We’re here to notify you of some news…”

Afternoon had rolled around. You sat outside waiting for their vehicle to pull up. John had kept his promise to you, and Abel had called you shortly after the officers left. After Abel had passed the phone back to your husband he asked about your visitors. Finding it strange that you had not told John about the officers stopping by yet to give you a death notification, you still told him about it.

One of the officers had known John, his name Alex Keller, a detective for the force. Alex had called you by your maiden name, politely you corrected him and explained how you were freshly married, what your new name was and who you married.

“Have known John for a long time. Good man.”

Maybe Alex had called John to let him know he met you and what had happened…

Seemingly they asked a few questions about your personal life with your ex. How long you had known him, how you had known him. The basic stuff. News to you however, your ex had been estranged from his family for years now. He had no relationship with them whatsoever. They had tried to reach out to his parents, but they had cut him off due to behavioral problems. How ironic his own knew what kind of person he was and chose to do nothing about it. All the officers were looking for was a few answers and a place to do a proper death notification.

“Do you see it possible that he could have been in involved in a bar fight?”

“Yes,” you honestly nodded.

“Did he have anger problems?”

“Yes.”

From there you told the tale of the physical and verbal abuse from the very beginning… all the way to his untimely end.

“Well Mrs. Price, we are sorry for your loss. At this time, it is still under investigation, but it appears to us that he was involved in a bar fight. Was attacked with a beer bottle and then strangled. His wallet was left behind with his ID, but nothing else in it. It looks to be a murder and mugging. Here’s our contact if you need anything else from us.”

It seemed so routine for them, like they had expected this outcome from you already. The innocent baby momma rid of the evil that plagues her and her child. Towards the end, it was like someone had held up a seashell to your ear. You could hear the conversation… but it was like they were so far away at the same time. Shock was settling in. Thankfully it wasn’t long after that, they had left your humble abode. Pleasantries exchanged and not even a suspect on the list… How was this possible?

And there you sat on the porch, waiting in a chair outside… Counting your lucky stars you were not placed in a jumpsuit behind bars. Still wearing the guilt all the same. Your happiness finally arriving on 4 wheels as a little boy jumped out to greet you.

“Mom!”

John had stopped to pick up dinner. Your favorite to try to cheer you up and thank you for letting him go on a trip shortly after you were married.

Finding the words finally at the dinner table, you explained to him to the best of your ability about his father passing.

Abel took it in stride. Yes, he was hurt and disturbed someone could do this his father, but he was the sweet boy you had raised after all. Abel did start asking a few questions, where John thankfully took over for you. He could tell it was hard for you to lie to Abel about what had really happened. It was something you would never ever tell him, wanting to take it to your grave now. John and his boys being the only ones who knew what had happened. Of course, none of them saw the sin in it like you did, they only saw justice. Simon, in fact telling you once that if was not you that really killed him, it was Ghost himself that had. Like it was a joke, trying to make you feel better. All it could do was place a sad smile on your lips.

“Worlds better of without him.” John had grumbled into your ear once you were both settled into bed, hand rubbing up and down your sides. That was the moment you tried to explain to John, it was not the fact that it was the man that had hurt you over and over since you were a teenager, but the fact it was a human life in general.

“Happens every day. Eventually bad behavior is answered one way or another.”

“But it makes me bad too.” You argued in a whispered hiss to him.

“No, it makes you a mother willing to defend what is hers. You really expect me to believe that you were goin’ to let him take you away from Abel and I? He paid his consequence. We could have worked it out like adults.” His hand had found your ring finger on your left-hand stroking over his mother’s band, something he seemed to do when you or he needed soothed.

Reaching for his hand, you realized it had a wedding band in return. Pulling it up out of the sheets glancing at it, knowing you had not given him one yet. It was opal on set in gold that matched yours.

“Had it made with the stone that Abel got on his field trip. The maker rushed it for me so we could match.”

“It’s pretty…” you whispered, holding it up yours. Husband and Wife finally made whole. Married for convenience for you, convenience you would ironically not need any more since your ex was dead.

It wouldn’t change anything for you though, you would pick John over and over in this lifetime and the next. He had shown you loyalty and love in a time and place no other stranger would… Except the other three of John’s that made it clear they envied their Captain that is. Who knew a group of men could care so much for a woman in dire need of it. Perhaps soldiers made the best lovers when created correctly? Who knew.

Life had changed so much in just a few years. Thinking back, you had always just pictured yourself working and slaving away at the diner. Yes, you were grateful for it, but a part of you would always want more for yourself and Abel. Here it finally was. In a new strong and sturdy house John had built for you. Working part time at the diner now, home at night with Abel and John. Sometimes John would be gone for months at a time, not always able to communicate with you either. Worry sometimes would fill your mind, but he always found his way back to you.

On one of his returns, he had given you a child. Now round with his seed, ready to pop he sat with you at the hospital. This time was entirely different. Instead of having to do it alone here John was with you. Not able to go to every appointment, he at least made the milestone ones. When worry and panic would rise within you from the pregnancy, he would quell it down. Thumb rubbing across your wedding band making you reach for his to do the same. Life was perfect. Honestly it left you confused on what exactly you had done to deserve such an outcome, but maybe if you didn’t question it, whatever greater force was out there would let you keep it.

Being thankful rewarded you with a healthy, beautiful little girl, a branch off John’s tree. Her bright blue eyes identical to his with his heavy brown locks. After all John had given you, you let him name her. A man of pattern and devotion, he named her after his mother. Sarah. So here you sat… babe bundled into a blanket in a rocking chair watching John and Abel out in the yard. No longer haunted, you were protected and loved. More importantly though, Abel and Sarah would be defended for their childhood. Something that was not provided to you or John.

Life is good.

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