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chirpsythismorning · 2 years ago

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Lets talk about Appendix #7

I won't be the first (nor the last) to admit that I’ve only ever paid super close attention to the Russia scenes during my major s4 rewatches (like 4x total). Those just don’t tend to be the scenes I rewatch looking for Easter eggs as regularly as I do with others. Though, I can say confidently now that this will not be the case anymore.

As I’ve said recently, the scenes that come off as unnecessary filler, are likely the ones hiding something deeper underneath the surface. Otherwise, why put any time into scenes that have no importance, beyond just to fill the running time? Especially in s4 when the episodes were really long and they could have easily cut out scenes if they weren't that important to the overall plot.

The reason they do this is because they can rest comfortably knowing that a vast majority of the audience will overlook these scenes, even call them pointless and boring (and they can laugh knowing they couldn't be more wrong). A vast majority of fans felt that way about the Russia plot, but even the Cali plot had a decent amount of viewers saying they were worthless all season with no importance to the overall story. And we all know that wasn’t actually the case. And so why would that be any different for the Russia plot?

And this scene right here, which I completely forgot existed (so pardon me if someone has talked about this before, because I've never seen any discourse on it), I only just remembered existed because of the Piggyback script dropping for the Emmy's.

I just want to preface that I'm being so so serious right now when I say this scene is very incriminating for Mike. Even down to the way it ends. It’s bad.

And by bad I mean holy shit they are sick for potentially hiding the truth in plain sight.

For context, in this scene, Yuri represents Mike & let’s say Dmitri represents the skeptical majority, who have been confused by Mike’s behavior for the last two seasons.

A lot to unpack here.

But first I want to give a disclaimer that Yuri is not literally Mike, nor are ALL of Yuri’s scenes meant to be about Mike.

It just so happens that Mike has a unique trend of his POV being missing from the overarching narrative. And how they play with that sometimes, is by strategically displaying his POV through other characters.

You might think I'm crazy, but this has happened quite a bit. The most well recognized example of this would be with Hopper at the end of s3 with the letter.

A less well known example would be with Argyle in s4. Again not all the time, but there are a couple specific moments that come to mind, where it feels like they are hinting at Mike’s inner feelings, by having Argyle display things Mike cannot express to the audience yet.

I always thought it was weird they decided to put Mike and Argyle in almost identical hats in the airport scene. Though, it makes a lot more sense when you see Argyle call him a shitty knock off, only to watch the whole group walking through the airport, with Mike to the left of El and Argyle to the left of Will.

Mike may be standing beside El with them looking like a happy couple, but he’s actually distracted and hyperfocused on Will. And so how they reference that, is by placing Argyle standing close beside Will, sort of mirroring the blocking of Mike and El. In Argyle’s case, he is not putting on a fake smile, instead he looks almost emotionless about what's unfolding. The blocking there definitely feels intentional, as it could be the writers way of showing us where Mike's head is truly at, aka focused on Will.

The other major example I can think of (there's not too many from what I've seen, but these two definitely stand out) is at the end of s4 when the boys arrive at Nina to rescue El. We've talked about how the explosion behind Mike as he was looking between El and Will, is representative of the extreme mix of emotions he is feeling at that moment. But no one has ever talked about Argyle's reaction in that scene. Knowing what the explosion represents, I think we should consider what Argyle’s reaction to the explosion itself might represent as well.

First, Argyle interferes with the Milkvan reunion, standing in the frame behind Mike, with his hands on his head looking at the fire blazing with stress.

But it gets even more dramatic than that, when El and Will are hugging, that's when Argyle really starts freaking out, OH SHIT AW SHIT, pacing back and forth.

By doing stuff like this, they can hide hidden meanings. It also just makes it a whole lot easier to come up with ideas for scenes. Because when they have a big component that is underneath the surface, they can build anything around that, as opposed to coming up with a bunch of ideas fresh on the spot, without any reason for it.

Which is why, tbh whenever I hear someone say it's not that deep, when referring to basic filming techniques of playing with POV, I'm just sitting there thinking, do these people not know how much easier it is for artists, when it is that deep? It’s sooo much easier (and gratifying).

But back to this scene with Yuri and Dmitri.

Yuri seems to be doing a lot also while doing very little reminds me a lot of Mike's method of boyfriendism at the start of 4x02. He brings El flowers, he's got a whole inspired Cali fit, he's feening happiness the whole time, holding her hand and skating together. He's basically giving off this vibe that he's going above and beyond, when really, we know that despite all those little things, he's not doing the one thing El wants him to do, which is to say I love you.

This scene in the piggyback script initially stood out to me because of the word stalling. And this is because whenever I talk about Mike’s behavior in s3, but especially in s4, with him repeatedly putting off saying I love you to El numerous timed, I often use the word stalling to describe it.

In his letters, he avoids it. In the flowers, he avoids it on the note. When she confronts him during their fight, he deflects, and makes a point to struggle using the word care instead. Even when she's literally crying he still can't muster it. When she's getting taken by the cops, he still doesn't think to say it, even now when things are so bad and it might have given her at least some comfort. When they're separated Mike, gets reassurance from Will that he can just say it to her when they reunite, though Mike doesn't look too excited about saying it. Then not even a day later (during the Letter to Willy scene), Mike tells Will he didn't know what to say to El, even though we all know it only would have only required those 3 famous words... And then him and El are reuniting and he still doesn't say it. And then they're in surfer boy and they get interrupted, but tbh the lead up to it felt super disingenuous anyways, with him looking like he was about to say something out of obligation and not because he wanted to say it. And then the literal moment that she is choking, he stalls, until Will encourages him, and then even still then, they make a point to put dramatic beat right before, and only THEN is that when Mike finally says it.! (And all of that isn’t even including the stalling he does in s3).

Basically, Mike is the king of stalling, but especially in s4 and the Piggyback specifically, bc stalling is what has led to this grand moment of Mike quite literally having no option to stall anymore.

And so stalling being used in this conversation with Yuri and Dmitri instantly peaked my interest. I barely remembered the scene from the show and yet the instant I did, I just knew what was about to go down was something related to Mike, that we wouldn't otherwise get insight on bc we don't have his POV right now.

In contrast to the episode, the script has Yuri admitting to stalling. He doesn't seem to have remorse about it at first, he actually seems kind of like he's willing to admit it because it's the truth. Then we get a Ronald Reagan mention from Yuri, followed by him spitting with disgust, which was not included in the final cut... still sort of an off moment, considering the very few Reagan mentions we've gotten in the series, it's been through the presidential campaign sign in front of the Wheeler's house in s2 most.

But now, this is where it starts to get a little scary in terms of what Mike could be thinking. I don't know how I feel about it because it's a scary concept.

You saw it with your own eyes. You know it to be true. And yet you continue to play tricks.

This could mean one of two things, or maybe even a mix of both...

It could mean that Mike knows El doesn't need him despite her begging for him to say the words I love you (he saw it with his own eyes?), but he isn't willing to accept it. He knows his feelings deep down will never change (he doesn’t love El), making his and El's separation inevitable (also reminds me of the suicide mission comment from Yuri...). He is fixated on this idea of her needing him and if not, losing her all together, instead of what El was actually upset about, which was not being loved.

Or it could (also) mean Mike understood Will in the van. He saw it with his own eyes aka the painting, he knew it was apparently for a girl Will liked, but it ended up actually being for him. And he seemed very happy about this as a revelation, up until Will mentioned it was actually from El. Not only that, but what followed was Will monologuing about feelings that matched closer to what Mike and Will had went through over the past year, not him and El. And so Mike realizes in this moment that Will does return his feelings for him, but he isn't willing to confront it aka he chooses to play tricks instead. He saw Will crying, yet he didn't confront it nor comfort him, and I think it’s at the very least bc Will crying that hard would have definitely caused Mike to start crying himself.

I also want to add that I think supports this sort of unraveling of Mike having different assumptions about the painting at different times. Because it appears in the hospital scene with Max, based on the blocking of Will, Mike, and El according to the painting on the wall in the background, that before this moment, he may very well have assumed the painting was from Will. But upon finding out El saving Max was a miracle, the painting shifts and is suddenly behind El.

I think that’s the main issue with deciding definitely one way or another how Mike interprets what’s going down. Because arguably, his feelings about the situation could actually be evolving based on the events around him unfolding.

Now let’s move on to the Peanut Butter Smuggler line. They use this to sort of make a reference to a past version of Yuri who was revered, and irrefutably considered a hero by many’ aka the mainstream ‘I miss s1-2 Mike Wheeler’ core.

And last but definitely, almost certainly not least, they show us Yuri reaching in his coat's inner chest pocket, to pull out the reason for the issue that was causing the stalling…

And that in the context of lettergate and even pocketgate, is pretty insane.

I also noticed a lot of scenes end with 'as...' in the scripts, as it's sort of their way to emulate the smooth transitions between scenes in words. While the scene directly after this is of Max and Lucas, the scene directly after that is Mike and El in Surfer Boy, right before they eat the pineapple pizza.

'Uncertain as...' Uncertain as who?!?!?! Max uncertain about the plan she herself insisted they do? Perhaps. Or what about Mike who is very much uncertain in all of his stalling glory, not even two scenes later, after they literally just acknowledged Yuri's stalling…

A lot of the pieces are there for this to play out, so I don't really think it's a reach anymore when you really start to add it all up.

Letter to Willy is a major proof that this is important. Although Mike ‘We’ve had it this whole time’ Wheeler was referring to a pen in that moment, the pen also came from secret hero agent man’s pocket, with the number (answer) being hidden inside, and with Mike’s shirt being off in that scene, though still in the frame in the right corner.

And then there’s the whole transition from Mike in Hawkins to the mailmain in Lenora in 4x01, DONT you worry Mrs Byers, it’s coming!!

If you want to know what I think personally. I don't know....

I do feel like what would make it super easy for everyone to figure out what's going on with Mike, is for us to finally read a letter from him, and with it ending with love Mike... Like it would just be that easy. Literally all of the contents could even be written off as a friend missing his friend platonically and really struggling bc he can't reach him, with him opening up about things that we already suspected, but that he hasn't said out loud. And then by simply ending it with love Mike, the case would be closed.

It would also perhaps explain Mike's inablity to write love to El in their letters. You’d think there had to have been something that made him overthink not doing that in the first place? And arguably, him having done it for Will when he tried to write a letter(s) to him, only to end it with love, followed by panicking and making the choice to never write Will a letter and instead focus on sending them to El (bc she’s his gf) it sort of starts to add up.

I also think I have a theory for when this letter will come into play in s5.

In the flashback of Suzie getting her computer taken by her dad, the last shot is of her night stand, which has a letter from Dustin, with a watch laying on top of it, also accompanied by an alarm clock that reads 5:02… I think it’s possible we could get lettergate being addressed as early as the second episode of s5. And with all the time/clock imagery surrounding it, there’s a good chance the cliffhanger of that episode could send us straight to the time jump…

Just a theory for now based on a lot of piling evidence. But it’s all very incriminating for Mike…

#byler #stranger things #mike wheeler #stranger things theory #lettergate #pocketgate #byler theory

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hongism · 1 year ago

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I’m up to date now on MOC and i’m breathless. I need oxygen. My mind is travelling at 101029 mph. Besides my initial analysis i’ve been thinking more about Hongjoong. Is it fair to say at this point the guy is obsessed with MC?

I know he’s obsessed in the sense of making her comply and being able to use her to reach his goal. But there’s just something about how her name is always coming out of his mouth. He’s so quick to push how much he hates her and her need to go against him. He’s also been veryyy caught up on the idea of making her think he doesn’t think about her. How he wanted mc to know he didn’t want to save her from the last capture, to how he wants mc to know that San was the one to offer her to the mission. It just feels he’s constantly trying to make her believe he doesn’t give a shit. Also, when he had that chess game with Minho the whole conversation was about her?? boy we’re supposed to believe you couldn’t care less??

I know i know that she’s now a crew member and there are a bunch of reasons to why he’s so caught up on her. buuut it’s getting too much now Joong please just admit you want her to submit for more reasons than you think. The guy definitely has a superiority complex disorder but it has to be more than that.

Loved the chapter so thanks for providing it to us and feeding us well caly🫶🫶

i think it's safe to say that at any given moment, moc thoughts are also moc hongjoong thoughts! he is one of our main culprits after all 🤓 it is SUPER fair to say that hongjoong is DEEPLY obsessed with mc, and it is equally fair to say that that feeling is mutual!

there is that very obvious surface level obsession that correlates with his obsession with sirens and the treasure, but there's also that other level of obsession he's got going on too. it almost feels a bit like he's trying to push this idea that he's sooooo unbothered and sooooo doesn't care about her bc he's trying to convince himself that that's the truth 🧐 and yet every time he tries to push that idea into mc's head, she thinks he's behind it all and is actively trying to torment her! kinda sus that he can't shut up about her even when it comes to having conversations with other people like could he BE more obvious?!

hj has so many issues with control and power dynamics and SUCH a bad case of narcissism that it's sickening but he's also sitting there denying the reasons why he wants her under his thumb and control heh he's a very demented character to say the least!

i'm so glad you enjoyed the chapter thank you for indulging my hongjoong thoughts :3 <3

#moc: spoilers #caly answers

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solarpunkani · 2 years ago

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Man, I'm reading through these links, and there's so many things that feel obvious that I've forgotten and also things that I've completely never considered. (I think the fact that I thought the yard picture was a snapshot of my backyard is not helping my case here lol).

I'm in Florida, so idk if the mosquito species are the same as they are in Cali, but to my understanding the basics still apply. It rains a lot here in the summers, sometimes for days in a row, and sometimes dumping everything that collects water slips my mind--which I can see would definitely not be helping my case any. I like to think I'm good at remembering to. I'm probably not. I also don't remember the last time the gutters were cleaned--which, on the one hand, my dad usually handles that kind of stuff and doesn't just announce when he's doing it, but still. (I hear cleaned gutter gunk is good for compost piles, I wonder if they're good for worm bins). Similarly, I have no idea what kind of treating happens in storm drains and the like in my area. On the one hand, it's Florida, so I feel like something's likely going on. On the other hand, it's Florida, so who really knows.

I'd always been unsure about mosquito dunks and if they were safe for bird baths and bees and the like, but apparently they are! That's pretty cool to know! I dunno why in the past I'd been having trouble finding sources on that asides from the Selling Mosquito Dunks sites.

I will say one thing. Maybe Florida Mosquitoes are Just Built Different, but I can't remember the last time using mosquito spray has worked for me, and they'll bite through clothes. I've been bitten through my pants before, sometimes they've even crawled down the v-neck of my shirt and gotten me right on the chest. Florida mosquitoes are assholes.

I def found this an interesting read! i have no clue what I am saying anymore I'm just gonna go.

Hot 4am take but I feel like if we want to get people more interested in making their yards a more habitable space for wildlife like insects, we have to acknowledge that ‘Don’t want bugs in your house’ is still a 100% fair and valid point of view. ‘Loves nature’ and ‘doesn’t want roaches spiders and mosquitoes in the house’ aren’t opposites.

And with that in mind, when we propose to people that spraying pesticides around houses is Not A Good Idea, Actually, I feel like we need to give an alternative asides from ‘deal with it.’

#out of queue #ani rambles #house pest saga #also MOSQUITO HAWKS DON'T EAT MOSQUITOES??????#That was like the one reason I didn't freak out when I saw those fuckers banging around in the foyer #(please do not take this to mean I'm gonna kill mosquito hawks outside now they're fine as long as they're outside they're fine)#huh. i should. probably get rid of the 'what if I need flowerpots later' area of the yard huh #mosquitoes #pest control #pest management #also my dearest headspace you need not worry its fine #i am calm i am relaxed i am chill It's Funny Now #if there were two boss ass bitches (me and the mosquitoes in my room) and one killed the other with a rolled-up poster would that be fucked #up or what? hate wins #fortunately I think I've hunted down all the mosquitoes that were living in my room because my legs haven't been getting bit tf up at 2am

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swirlysmile · 2 years ago

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Hi! I have a request if you like it for hangman x pilot!reader: they finishing training for a mission -not dating yet, but the feelings and bantering is there- are the last ones at the base (the others are at the bar already) and they see eo after having a shower/changing and he says something like "see you at the bar" and she says she's not sure she's going today, he asks without trying to show he's interested if she has a date or something and she says something but then he founds out she's planning on driving around and seeing the christmas decorations/lights around town, you can choose what happens after, sorry if it's too specific, actually anything of hangman that is fluffy will be okay💜

christmas in july? yes

hope you like this one!

word count: 808

warnings: i don’t think there’s any?

Light Show

After a long day of training, your body is aching. You’ve been training for this special mission for almost a week, but you’ve been in the Navy for years. It gets easier, but it’s still difficult. Especially when you have to train for a mission like this with Hangman.

The bickering is getting old, but there is no way in hell you're going to make peace with Seresin.

You’re standing in one of the showers on base, letting yourself relax a little to the feeling of water streaming down your back. It’s warm, but the base is always hot. Southern Cali, man.

When you will yourself away from the shower and get dressed, you see him.

“I’d say it’s good to see you, but I don’t lie very often.” You say. His hair is wet too, and nobody else is around so it clicks. You and Jake are the only people at the base.

“Yeah, yeah. You coming to the Hard Deck tonight?”

You shake your head and play with your hands a little bit. It’s a nervous habit, and you are definitely nervous being alone with Jake because damn, he is hot, and it’s harder to convince yourself you hate him without other people around.

“I wasn’t planning on it,”

“Did you, finally,” he says, pausing for emphasis. “find a date?”

You roll your eyes and lightly punch his shoulder.

“You’re such a dick. If I wanted a date, I would have one by now.”

He raises an eyebrow in questioning, as if he doesn’t believe you.

“I’m just, look, I want to go see the Christmas lights in town.”

“Oh.” He says. He’s punching himself in his head, asking ‘Why did I say that?’.

He’s silent for a minute, and you start to panic.

“Don’t laugh, it reminds me of home.”

“Can I come?” He asks, and he mentally kicks himself. ‘Way to be smooth, dickhead.’

“‘I mean, I guess?” You say, head tilted.

Somehow, you end up settled in his car on the passenger's side. He has nice leather seats in his car. Mariah Carey is playing the second he turns on the car and you’re shocked to see the CD case sitting in the insanely clean cup holder.

“Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin listens to Mariah Carey?” You tease.

“Yes, I do. My niece happens to love Mariah Carey’s Christmas music.” He says in mock offense while he starts the car.

“Your niece? Tell me about her.” You say, in genuine shock that the Hangman has a family,

His eyes light up when he’s talking about her, and frankly it’s adorable. He’s recalling stories of the times he’s seen her over the years, mostly mentioning the funny ones. It’s hard not to laugh with him and he has such a pretty laugh.

“There was this time I was babysitting, the last time I saw her actually, and we went to the zoo,”

By the end of it you decide ‘he’s not so bad’. A high compliment.

You stop at a particularly pretty light show, one that’s seemingly pretty big. Both you and Hangman start to unbuckle your seatbelts to join the crowd.

It’s even more gorgeous outside of the car, especially when the red from the candy cane lights illuminate all of Jake’s features. He’s staring at the light show in awe, and based on the look he’s wearing, he’s thinking of his niece.

“I miss her.” He says to you, a small confession.

“I can tell.” You whisper back, and normally, it might sound like you’re teasing him again, but you’re really just trying to comfort him.

There’s some random Christmas music playing in sync with the light show.

“It would have been so much better with snow.”

“We’re in San Diego, sweetheart.”

“I know, I know. I just miss home.”

“Me too.”

He wraps an arm around you to try and console you, his grin ever-so bright.

“Hot Chocolate?”

“It’s warm enough already. I’m in.”

It’s 12 A.M. on a Sunday now. You’re sitting with Hangman in a small café drinking hot chocolate, thinking ‘What the hell’ and ‘How did it end up like this?’ because you and Seresin are definitely not friendly, far from it. Yet, you’re sitting here, laughing at his stupid jokes.

Sitting with him after he looked at Christmas lights with you, minimal mockery included.

He’s looking at you with such admiration, and it’s scary. It’s different from the look of disdain he usually uses to greet you, but it’s welcome.

His smile feels like home.

He feels like home.

So, you can’t hold yourself back when he says “I really want to kiss you.”

His hands are tangled in your hair and you’re standing outside in the Southern California warmth, feeling warm inside too.

So, even though you’re not at home, you’re with home and that’s almost better.

#jake hangman seresin #jake ‘hangman’ seresin #hangman #jake seresin #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader #christmas #christmas in july #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fic #top gun maverick fic #the hard deck #pilot #request #swirly writes #ask swirly

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shprka · 3 years ago

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Another harringrove idea

In the fall of 1984 people go missing in Hawkings, Indiana. Including Billy Hargrove, a 17 y o new kid from California no one really knew. He was in school for a month before he went missing. A few people went missing in the span of a few weeks/months, starting with Will Byers, Barb, Bob, Billy and a few others.

The town is definitely the most concerned with finding Will, as he's the only child that went missing, and soon the winter Will come and they want to find him before that. And he's the first one to be found, but he doesn't remember anything so no one can really do anything about whatever happened to them.

There are so many people trying to get to the bottom of this mystery, families mourning, people at school sad. Except no one at school really knew Billy so he gets lost in the sea of missing people. No one really looks for him. Not even his family, who said he just ran away back to Cali.

Everyone accepts that except for Max, who sneaks out to look for Billy even though Neil and her mom keep a close eye on her, worried something might happen to her too.

Also except for Steve, who watches it all unravel, guilty because his house was the last call Billy made, from the one booth they found Billy's camaro by. And Steve was drunk and stoned and he thought it was a prank call as someone (Billy, he later remembers) begs him for help. So Steve, wracked with guilt, tries to get to the bottom of this. He somehow ends up helping the kids who are also investigating the whole thing, helped by the bits and pieces Will remembers and never told the adults, and helped by Max hell bent on finding what happened to Billy. Also the kids have more clues and theories, so Steve tags along as the babysitter

And the present time is intercut with flashbacks of Steve's few and brief interactions with Billy and what he heard about him through the high school rumor grapevine. And the pieces, as he discovers them in present time, start to make sense - of who Billy truly was, of his bad childhood and his father

Then Will has a dream, a memory and makes everyone go to the forest and get their walkie talkies on and search for the right frequency. And then he hears the voices from the radio again, a soft humming. Then a girl and an older boy talking in hushed voices,

"The song. I like it."

"It's AC/DC. Highway to hell. Feels like that's where we are already."

"Hell?"

"Jesus, kid, how long have you been here? You dont know any songs. You don't know what hell is."

"Long time. Papa doesn't like me asking for things."

"Yeah. My... papa too. He's an asshole, but your papa... he's gonna get us all killed in here."

And Will gets a headache when he hears the word "papa" and the radio bursts into flames and the voices are gone.

Anyway, now they know Billy is alive and somewhere with another kid, they have to tell someone - Joyce and Hopper of course. And Hopper tells them about the "abandonded" lab at the edge of the town that carried experiments on humans few decades ago. Well turns out, that still might be the case

#billy brainrot persists #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #missing billy au #not much harringrove happening but its still there bc it happens from steves pov #guilty boy steve yummy

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digestionsack · 2 years ago

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Narrative Choices I Would Have Made With Byler/Milkdud if I Intended Byler to Be Unrequited and Milkdud to be Endgame

Along with all the other reasons why I wouldn’t want a rejection in S5, the pacing would just…not be it. I am in no way a screenwriter or an expert in cinematography, but this is just how I would write unrequited Byler and endgame Mileven (if that were the case):

Endgame Milkdud:

First of all, I would not have had Mike and El have any sort of romantic relationship in the first seasons—I would have made them strictly platonic and built up their friendship. I would have given them common interests and made their chemistry undeniable—that’s including platonic chemistry. I would have included Mike showing El new movies, videogames, and comic books even if she could not go outside of her house because the government was looking for her. I would have included her in as many Party hangouts as possible to show that Mike and El together would not create any sort of rifts in the group’s dynamic (the Party hanging out at Hop’s cabin with El even when she couldn’t go outside would have been super cute).

At the end of S3, that’s when I would have dropped the hint that there are romantic feelings—right before the Byers and El move to Cali. I would have Mike and El have a really cute goodbye moment—maybe a hug that lasts a bit too long—and then as El leaves, Mike looks after her with this sort of lingering, tender smile, and then a realization “oh shit” face.

From there I would have dialled up the romance. I would not include an “I love you,” since none of the canon couples that end up working out have ever said “I love you” to each other. We see their love. At the end of S4, I would have dropped in a hint that El also has romantic feelings for Mike, but make it kind of ambiguous—keeping the audience on their toes. And then, at the very end of S5, I would have a confession and a kiss.

Platonic Byler:

Let me just be clear on this one fact: I do not like the “gay guy has a crush on his straight best friend and has to get over his feelings.” Hate that trope. Should not exist. Kill it with fire. However…if the writers had to go with that trope, I definitely would have done the pacing a bit differently…

I would have made the audience aware of Will’s sexuality during S2, in which we would also get pretty clear hints that he has feelings for Mike (maybe like S4 levels of pining). This would make sense to the general audience, since Mike is his childhood best friend who has been taking really good care of Will ever since he got back from the UD. Well, the (non-homophobic) ga would figure, if we already know that Will is gay and his childhood best friend is being so affectionate with him, romantic feelings are inevitable. Of course, S2 Mike would be completely oblivious to Will’s feelings.

Come S3 (themes of puberty, “summer of love”), Mike would finally understand Will’s feelings for him. Maybe Will confesses, maybe Mike figures it out, but either way, Mike is now aware of Will’s feelings. If they had to do a rejection, I would do it here—an amicable rejection with a bit of awkwardness that is not resolved at the end of the season. Of course, the ga would reason, there would be some awkwardness, as is usually the case when someone has unrequited feelings for someone else.

I’m S4, I would give Will a new love interest from Cali. The move would be the perfect time to introduce this new character (fresh move, fresh start)—after all, ‘80s Cali was much more open-minded than small town Indiana. They wouldn’t even have to make it romantic from the get-go—maybe this person was kind to El and Will while everyone else was being cruel, kind of like Argyle. Again like Argyle, this new guy would end up getting mixed up with the government shenanigans and UD stuff and end up coming along on the road trip with Will, Jon, Mike, and Argyle. As Will and this new guy spend some time together on the road trip, feelings emerge. Mike, in true (platonic) best friend fashion, would affectionately tease Will about his obvious crush and encourage him (like Steve encouraging Robin). Through this affection, the awkwardness from the unrequited feelings would dissipate, Will has moved on romantically from Mike, and the two are closer than ever. Then, of course, we get Will’s crush on this new guy being requited, which we find out at the end of S5, and the two are endgame. At the end of the show, Will has completed his coming-of-age, self-acceptance arc. He has a strong friendship with Mike, and has learned that he deserves to receive the same love that he gives.

The end!

Ugh, I did not like writing unrequited Byler—even if I don’t actually believe it. But what I’m saying is…

I would have totally eaten up Milkdud if it were a slowburn romance. I love that shit. I would have been enthusiastic, rooting for them, and totally convinced that they would be endgame. I would have loved Milkdud if the writers had done that. BUT THEY DIDN’T.

Although I wouldn’t want there to be any sort of rejection for Will, I would have been less angry about it if Will eventually did get a requited love interest that makes him feel like he’s not a mistake and that makes him realize that he deserves happiness. If the writers had done the pacing like that, I would have been totally invested in Will’s new romance and loving the reparation of his relationship with Mike. BUT THIS DIDN’T HAPPEN.

What I’m saying is that a S5 rejection would just fall flat. It wouldn’t give us any time to explore a new love interest for Will or the dynamic between Mike and Will post-rejection and how they would build back up their relationship. And this would make the “gay guy gets rejected by his straight best friend” trope so much worse than if they had just addressed it in previous seasons when there was time to explore the fallout.

#byler

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lavendertales · 4 years ago

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Keep the faith (Javier Peña x f!reader)

Part 23 of Lay It On Me series

summary: you spiral into anxiety and overthinking again as things get increasingly difficult with Cali. Javier takes matter into his own hands and has a heart to heart with you.

word count: 7k (the fuck, I’m sorry)

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

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The morning returned with all of its unforgiving grace, and so did last night’s memories.

You bid your goodbye to Connie and Steve sometime around six a.m. and returned to your bedroom where Javier was still sleeping peacefully. You stole a selfish moment of staring, admiring how quiet he looked, probably getting a good night’s rest for the first time in who knows how long. You laid awake in bed for another solid hour, unable to think about anything else but the eventful evening you shared with your two friends and the words that had ended the night so peacefully and, in a surprising collocation, tumultuously.

I’m gonna marry you.

Initially, you refused to take Javier’s words seriously. There was no indication you should have done so. You had accidentally gotten high, and your history with commitment did not play out in your favor. It was still leaving its nasty marks on the both of you. Nothing about either one of you would have made it plausible for… whatever the hell it was that Javier tried to drop on you so unexpectedly.

And yet, there you were, lying in bed next to him, your once so-called arch nemesis, overthinking his simpleton words. You couldn’t help it; it was your second nature.

Did he really mean it? Did he really consider taking that step someday? Or soon? No, it couldn’t have been the case. The man who refused and ran away from any pledge was suddenly talking about the biggest step possible for a pair? No. Implausible. Besides, you were barely together as it was and you felt bad the entire time after any of your encounters because you thought that time should be spent towards ending the Cali cartel instead of hitting the sheets. Simply talking about that kind of promise made it so much more serious and… permanent.

But you were in for it, as you had told Javier, and you meant it. You didn’t care for anyone else. Javier was the only thing you could’ve possibly wanted by your side, and you did not go through all of that inner turmoil and pain for nothing. You wanted him, as he himself offered it to you on a golden plate, to be your family.

Slowly yet surely, you began to doubt your own intentions and seriousness regarding the two of you, and more than before, you were simply dying to know exactly what Javier’s intentions were, sober.

You struggled a little with your words when Javier exited your shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. You bit the inside of your cheeks, gulping and staring at the wet locks of hair on his forehead, suddenly lost in an all too delicious temptation.

“I uh—I made breakfast,” you got out with a flustered smile.

Javier chuckled, approaching you daringly. “I like seeing you get all flustered.”

“Oh, bite me, Peña.”

“Show me where.”

Cheeky son of a—

“Listen, last night… never happened. We’ll get fired otherwise,” you tried to clear the air.

“I’m aware of that. Then again, we’ll get fired if that tape gets out, so… seems the universe finds new ways to tell us we’re gonna get fucked up.”

“Yeah, but last night was an accident.”

“I don’t know about that, I feel like Connie definitely wanted to mess with us.”

You chuckled, pleasantly surprised at Javier’s renewed sense of humor. If anything, you craved that domestic side of him you knew he was more than capable of showing. But that side only came out when he was alone with you. And it was a good thing, to be sure. You realized that neither you nor Javier had shared such sincere laughter before. While it was true that the situation you were in was, more often than not, draining and exhausting and you did not allow yourselves to enjoy anything but a rough quickie, nowadays you both seemed more gentle and open with each other.

“Did Connie and Steve go?” he asked.

“Yeah, they left around six a.m.”

“And was she okay after—you know, Steve being a blabbermouth and coming clean about us?”

“Yeah, she said she’s genuinely glad it wasn’t a forgettable experience with some sleazy strangers.”

“That’s good.”

“It is.”

Awkwardness installed itself in between you two and you hesitated to even bring up the subject, seeing as to how Javier was working to reassemble yesterday’s attire. It felt like there are millions of tiny, sharp pieces scattered throughout your chest, mercilessly poking at your lungs and heart, making them ache and bleed all at once, tainting them with the remnants of your former life and fears that you had so abruptly abandoned in your search to start anew.

“We don’t wanna be late again,” Javier reminded you after a while, now fully dressed.

“Right. Let’s grab something to eat first.”

The moment you finally stepped into the embassy, rushing to get to your office, you noticed Steve, his back against you, appearing to be holding something with both hands. You frantically searched through some files when he finally saluted you.

“Hey, mornin’,” he said, a big, goofy smile residing on his face.

“Hey.”

You took a double look as you realized that he was, in fact, holding a baby. Your eyes widened with absolute shock as you stared at him, confused.

“What—what the hell is that?” you all but shouted.

“It’s a very common thing known as a baby.”

You frowned, unimpressed with Steve’s sass and examined the cooing baby with a very unpleasant feeling residing in the pits of your stomach.

“Why do you have a baby? Where did it come from?”

You gasped as a terrifying realization fell upon you like a brick. “Did you steal it??”

“Why the fuck would I steal a baby??”

“I don’t know! Why do people do anything?! They’re not just randomly found on the street!”

“Actually, Connie found her this morning in a house. Her mother was shot dead in bed with her, and she was crying and screaming bloody murder.”

“Probably her mother’s.”

Steve shot you a harsh look, but you shrugged. You watched him coax the little girl and heard her giggle in return.

“What are you doing with her here?”

“I’m just waiting for Connie to talk to someone on the phone. We’re thinking of adopting her.”

More shock came over to you. It seemed you were in for quite the eventful day, and it was only ten a.m.

“We’ve been talking about having a baby for a long time and… we didn’t wanna leave her out there all alone.”

“Makes sense. She is kinda cute, I’ll give her that.”

“She sure is. We’re gonna see what the paperwork is like and hopefully adopt her legally in the States.”

“So you—you’re going back?”

“That’s the plan after I finish here. Alive, hopefully. In that case, I told Connie to take her with her back to New York and take care of here until I come back.”

He chuckled nervously and so did you, in spite of the chilling prospect that image of either member of the team to be found dead. Again.

“You’re gonna make great parents,” you beamed.

“Thanks. I sure hope so.”

“Well you’ve been looking after each other for over ten years and you also took care of Javier on numerous occasions so I think you’re covered.”

This time Steve laughed out loud and it triggered a giggle from the little girl as well.

“I’m just a bit worried for you two,” you added.

“Why?”

“It’s not a matter of trust, don’t get me wrong. It’s just… do you think taking in a baby during these times is a good idea?”

“I told you, once we get the approval, Connie’s gonna take her with her to New York.”

“But until then, what happens? You’ll have to stay here.”

“Oh come on, what was I supposed to do?”

You hesitated, realizing that coming out with your facts might’ve made you sound like a complete monster, but it didn’t take Steve long to figure out why you were doing so.

“I couldn’t just leave her there,” he said, almost offended. “She would’ve starved to death.”

“I know that. Maybe it’s my flight or fight response.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

You sighed, upset at your own instincts and mentality for the first time in many years.

“I always looked out for myself. I never counted on anyone. I had no problem leaving people behind to protect myself, emotionally I mean. If you can’t help it within five minutes, leave. That’s always been my answer.”

“You would’ve left a baby to die?”

“Don’t be cruel, of course not! I wouldn’t have left her there in the pool of her mother’s blood. I would’ve probably dropped her off somewhere, to a comuna, and… moved on.”

“Wow. You got issues.”

“Oh, don’t I know it.”

“Do me a favor, don’t have kids.”

You knew he was joking. You knew he didn’t mean it and that he didn’t think much of it, especially when he pated your back caringly, and you smiled in return. You smiled and cast it aside, agreeing with him.

“Don’t worry. That’s not gonna happen,” you reassured him.

You sneaked glances around the embassy throughout the rest of the day, but there was no sign of Javier. It became an instinct to seek him out, whether physically, visually or audibly, and it kinda hurt you when he was not around. You were no fool, though; you did not and could not expect him to be in your vicinity 24/7, but you yearned constantly. Many were the times you found yourself wishing for a simpler life where it was just you and him, free from obligations and pain.

You did your best to carry out your activities as per usual, though there was much to think about, many things revolving furiously inside your head and allowing you no space of your own, no freedom of mind. Every minute was consuming you with never-ending “what if” scenarios, and when the afternoon came, you felt like you could explode at any given time.

Nonetheless, you vehemently refused to let anyone suspect that there was a raging war being carried out without your will inside of you, so you stayed put in your office. There was a lot of murmur going around at some point, and curiosity finally struck you.

“What’s going on?” you asked Chris.

“Not sure. There’s talk regarding Franklin Jurado, but we don’t know yet what’s going on.”

Chris quickly scanned the surroundings before leaning closer to you, whispering as if afraid of something greater than someone overhearing.

“Are you and Javier okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well… with the rules against co-workers dating and all… and you and him…”

“We’re not… dating, Chris. Don’t sweat it. It’s all good.”

“Okay. Great then.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s great. There’s no future in sight for someone like him and me.”

Sometimes it was better to keep things to yourself. The less people who knew your secrets, the better. Even though Chris and Daniel accidentally participated in Steve’s outburst and Javier’s subsequently triggered confession to you, neither asked any questions nor paid much attention to the two of you in the time that followed that night, which was very gallant and professional of them.

But you still did not want to risk any information leak. Not anymore. You took no more chances.

Javier’s voice, coarse and somehow affected, reached your ears as smoothly as always and you felt relief washing over you. The moment you locked eyes with him you noticed restlessness on his face and in his body language as well, instantly becoming worried.

“What’s the matter?” you questioned him.

“Christina Jurado’s missing.”

Your face dropped, but you didn’t want to add to Javier’s agitation even more, so you refrained yourself from openly reacting.

“How did that happen?”

“Don’t you think I would’ve told you if I knew?”

He immediately felt regret take over him. “I’m sorry. It’s just one fucking problem after the other, and I am just fucking sick and tired of everything. Now I gotta figure out how to get her back, where she is… and if Franklin finds out his wife disappeared, he’ll never talk.”

“Listen to me, hey.”

You cupped his cheeks, convinced there was no one else around you and locked eyes with him. In that moment, Javier relaxed, unclenched his jaw and allowed his body to turn into a puddle under your touch.

“You’re not doing this by yourself. Okay?”

“Okay.”

You rubbed your nose against his, closing your eyes for a brief second, taking in his marvelous scent, all too familiar and comforting. You lingered for longer than you should have, but for just how long you needed it. He pecked your nose, inhaling your perfume and your scent, hoping that warm feeling will last him for the rest of the day and the tough situation that he was once again put in.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you.”

“Fucking hell, it sounds so good when you say it.”

You giggled and fought against yourself to let him go, clearing your throat. Last night’s words, along this morning’s, swept over you once again, chanting at the back of your head like an unwanted hymn of disappointment and failure. The promise of taking it slow from your already tumultuous private life did neither you nor Javier good, come to think of it, but it was a promise you both had to keep and had agreed to do so in order to save your reputation and your jobs.

“We didn’t even go out on a proper date or something,” he muttered on his way out.

“A date? When was the last time you had one?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“If you must know, I went on plenty of dates.”

“Which ended… how? Or where?”

You playfully slapped his arm and he stared cheekily at you, reckoning you were nervous. But nothing in Javier’s behavior suggested even the slightest moment of hesitation or anxiety any longer.

“I haven’t had a date in years,” he replied truthfully.

“Me either.”

“You just said—”

“It was true, but… last actual date was… gosh, I must’ve been twenty six.”

“I might have some ideas in my mind.”

“Oh?”

Javier licked his bottom lip, staring at you from head to toe and smirks, exhaling with ease afterwards. Even after all of that time, he still had it in him, and you were no exception to his seduction methods.

“We can have dinner in a nice restaurant, I can walk you back home and maybe… a little dessert after.”

“You really think there’s anything left for you in the physical seduction department to use on me?”

“Try me.”

The words gave you anxiety again and you shuddered, flustered and in pain, feeling the urge to leave your confining office. You replied nothing as you flashed a fugitive smile at Javier and left your own office, much to his confusion.

Javier fought off all of his instincts to not rush after you, instincts which had been nonexistent until you took complete control over his heart and mind, becoming the sole owner of those two places. It was scary at times for him to realize how far the two of you had come and how much he cared for you, as well as the things he was ready to do for you.

That was it.

As he watched you walk away, Javier finally understood the reason behind your edginess. It was fairly obvious, and yet he still failed to pick up on it until that very moment. Nevertheless, he did not want to think it had anything to do with any of your fears. Perhaps you were simply skeptical and confused as to why he would launch such a promise at such an inopportune moment.

One thing was clear: you were the kind of person who planned everything thoroughly and liked to know what was coming, and that was, therefore, an unwanted surprise, a shock that you could not prepare yourself for.

Javier, on the other hand, was as surefire as he could be about it. It didn’t scare him. He envisioned a place where there was no war on drugs, no death walking around and no pain, where the two of you could build your future together. He came to the conclusion that even he, as messed up and harsh as he was, he could be worth having someone like you in his life.

He would’ve never gave love, craving someone like that, a second chance if it wasn’t for you.

After all… you were his very first love. A reminder that he was capable of caring selflessly for someone else, unconditionally and irrevocably.

“Hey, Javi, we’re going to—“ Steve began, still holding the baby.

“What the hell is that?”

“Wow. You two are one and the same, I swear.”

“What?”

“Van Ness and Feistl’s informant says there’s gonna be a party coming up soon, and Miguel Rodriguez is bound to make an appearance.”

“O-kay, uh—but he’s in hiding now. Why would he show up at a party?”

“Rumor has it that it’s the Cali Fiesta, or however the fuck they call that. Huge tradition for the cartel. With Guillermo gone, he’s the leader. He’s expected to show up.”

“Okay, well, if he really is gonna be there, we need to be prepared.”

Steve glanced sideways, noticing Connie coming out of one of the offices and looked back at Javier, handing him the baby much to his dismay.

“What—whoa, what are you doing?” he panicked.

“Just hold her for a bit, I’ll be back in a few seconds.”

“What the—”

Javier awkwardly held the baby as he was told and looked around, thankful that no one was there to see that unfold. He never held one before and he was more than nervous for such a simple task.

“This still doesn’t clarify why do you have this baby or from where!” Javier shouted.

The baby giggled, taking him by surprise, and he stared quietly at her, as if examining for any design flaws. There was none to be found. It was just a healthy baby, a human being forged from the love of two other grown ones.

“That guy’s a bit crazy, you know that?”

The baby giggled again, and Javier puffed, surprised. The discomfort disappeared in the slightest, and despite the fact that he was feeling silly for making conversation with a slobbering child who could not understand a word he was saying, it felt therapeutical in a sense.

“But if he’s got you, you’re in great hands,” Javier continued. “He’s a great guy. And he has a great wife too. They’re… really good people.”

“Sorry about that, Javi,” Connie’s voice broke the daze Javier was seemingly trapped in as she reached to take the baby from his arms.

He nodded and cleared his throat, back to feeling uncomfortable and awkward and stared curiously at the pair.

“Long story short, we found her with her mother shot dead next to her, all alone, and... we want to adopt her,” Connie clarifies with a nervous and excited smile on her lips.

“You’ll make great parents,” Javier said nonchalantly.

Both smiled at him, clearly overly-excited about the whole idea, and Javier came to see that it offers them, but especially Steve, a new purpose, a renewed hope to hang onto in those desperate times. And he got it.

His hope and purpose that kept him going was you.

“Better get her out of here,” he blurted out, his blood pressure rising yet again. “It’s not really the environment for babies.”

“Right. Oh, and uh… how about we grab some drinks tonight, dance a little?” Connie suggested. “Everything’s so crazy and—”

“No offense, Con, but I got so many things on my mind, I – I don’t have time to go dancing.”

“Which is precisely why you need a break. You can’t do everything by yourself, Javi. You’re only human.”

Javier huffed, fully aware that Connie wouldn’t let him off the hook that easy. And sure enough, she stared him down until he grudgingly accepted the offer and walked her out of the embassy alongside Steve.

He wasn’t in the mood for any bar. Frankly, he would’ve rather spent whatever free time he had getting you out of your clothes and sending you on cloud nine with his body, but so be it. He could put it off for one night.

You arrived at the bar first, needing a bit of time alone to process—well, pretty much everything.

Instead of things getting easier, they were somehow getting progressively worse and trickier. Putting Guillermo Rodriguez behind bars was supposed to be a huge deal; instead, it was barely noticeable. Miguel, Chepe and Pacho were still at large, as were the rest of the cartel’s members, and Miguel seemed, more than never, untouchable. It was getting ridiculous by that point, and you felt like no amount of alcohol would solve it.

Alas, you could at least try.

You were three drinks in and two cigarettes later when Connie, Steve and Javier showed up and took seats next to you at the table. Javier’s eyes landed on you as you took a slow drag out of the cigarette, holding it in between your index and middle finger, blowing the smoke up in alluring clouds of nicotine, your lips shaped in the perfect O, the kind he saw whenever he buried himself inside you and brought you pleasure.

He cleared his throat and lit his own cigarette, ordering a whiskey.

“Where’s the baby?” was your conversation opener.

“She’s spending the night at a comuna with one of the ladies that I work with.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you went back to those.”

“I volunteered to work at one again, for distraction and doing a little good. What else am I gonna do when this one is risking his life?”

Connie pressed a light kiss to Steve’s cheek and you smiled, eyes locking with Javier’s by your side. There was an unspoken tension lingering, having you completely fucked up and in a dire need of more alcohol. You fell into your mind’s cruel trap yet again, reminding you of the fact that you were still, until proven otherwise, just another number on Javier’s list, unable to live life with him the way you would’ve wanted, and all that you two had in common was under the sheets.

And you knew it was not true; you felt it to be so, but your mind wouldn’t give you a rest. In fact, it was only making things worse and turning that day into something downright appalling. Despite all of your best efforts, it felt like everything was conspiring against you and offering you proof after proof that you were factually going about things the wrong way.

You finished your cigarette and went to order another drink, but Javier offered to do it for you, taking an order for everyone at the table. Stunned, you sat there, eyeing the crowd and responding the best you could to Connie’s inquiries, but soon even that was gone. She went to dance with Steve and you lost them in the crowd, finding comfort in the knowledge that Steve was strong enough to protect them both should it be the case.

Javier never returned with the drinks. When you tracked him down, you saw him dancing with the embassy’s secretary, Julia, and you held a breath in. You went to the bar, getting your own damned drink and returned to the table, doing your best to not be seen. It would’ve been a terrible thing to be noticed in public with Javier when things were already so precarious for the two of you, so you forced yourself to watch the crowd sweating in each other’s arms. Inevitably, your eyes landed back on Javier and Julia, whose hands were shamelessly wrapped around his neck. He, on the other hand, was looking rigid and a little pale, even in the fluorescent lights.

You couldn’t blame Julia, though. Javier was probably one of the most wanted men at the embassy, and that was the case especially back in Medellin. And you knew exactly where she wanted to go with all of that curving around Javier. She didn’t want or need a relationship with him. She only wanted relief. Pleasure from an eye candy.

Just like the rest of his numbers.

“Phew! It is hot out there!”

Connie and Steve returned, face reddened and temples vaguely sweaty, clearly enjoying themselves for a change. Your eyes were still glued to Javier and Julia despite your better knowledge of just—looking away. But you couldn’t. You could not take your eyes off of him, your glare deadly and vicious, even green with envy.

And the look did not go unnoticed by either Connie or Steve.

“Someone’s jealous,” Connie teased.

Your eyes landed back on her and she felt intimidated by it just as much.

“Whoa. You are insanely jealous,” she said.

“Yeah, that’s the death glare,” Steve added.

“The what now?”

“You know, the glare you throw someone when they get too close to Javi?”

You frowned, somewhat alarmed that it had become such an obvious custom of yours.

“I don’t have—”

Steve put his hand up. “Don’t even bother.”

“Sweetie, it’s not gonna kill you if you admit you’re jealous. I mean, you have every reason to.”

“It might actually kill me. And him. Or kick us out of the DEA and the country, respectively.”

Both of them frowned, but you did not elaborate. Instead, you finished your drink and sighed, closing your eyes and feeling the alcohol kick in. You were in that sweet spot where you were tipsy and closer to becoming unhinged, and you loved it.

“It’s a good thing he’s dancing with Julia though,” Steve whispered to you over the table.

“I know, we’re not supposed to let anyone know that we’re—whatever the fuck it is that we’re doing.”

“Being together?” Connie tried amusedly.

You shrugged, maddened by the definition. “I don’t know. Who knows?”

“Everyone but you and Javi, apparently.”

“I—love this man, and… I would kill for him. And he wants to marry me, and I don’t know if there’s—”

“He what?”

Connie’s shocked tone momentarily woke you from your sweet spot, which you did not like, so you stood up and tried to crawl your way back to the bar. She caught your wrist and thus made you look back at her.

“Javi said he wants to marry you?”

“He said it last night, at the worst possible time. It’s not… it might’ve been just him intoxicated, saying shit he shouldn’t be saying.”

“Or not,” Steve suggested.

“Or it is.”

“Do… you want to marry him?”

“Why—why are we talking about marriage in a bar?”

You chuckled nervously and finally left the table, leaving a giggly and surprised Connie behind to discuss that matter with Steve. Once you got to the bar, you ordered another whiskey and tried to lit your cigarette and became angry very fast when the lighter gave out on you.

“Mierda!”

A gentle tap on your shoulder cast aside the anger; when you turned, your face dropped and all your color drained from it as you were met with the face.

“¿Necesita un poco de fuego, señorita?”

Need some fire, miss?

The man didn’t even wait for your answer and, with the flick of the wrist, took out a lighter and lit your cigarette, smiling pleasantly at you. Too stunned to verbally reply, you could only stare at him.

“Disfruta de tu noche,” he shortly nodded at you and went through the crowd.

Enjoy your night.

Your blood was boiling in your veins. It shouldn’t have been that way, but you couldn’t stop it. His figure was imprinted on your mind now, taunting and teasing you, laughing at you, causing you immense distress. You should not have felt that way, especially not over someone who could easily be deemed as a stranger. But he was responsible for it, and his ease with words and moves did not do you any favors.

You returned to the table stunned, cigarette and glass of whiskey in your hand, just as Javier sat down and took notice of your expression.

“What’s wrong?” he asked you right away.

“She’s jealous of—”

Your eyes were fixated on another table, far off in the distance, where you recognized his silhouette. You wanted to be much stronger than you revealed, but your mind was still playing tricks on you. You downed the whiskey, to the surprise of the three people at the table, and when you finally broke the trance you were caught in, you tried to shake it off, but failed miserably at it. You were too angry and tipsy to be coherent or formulate any convincing response. When the man left the table, Steve and Javier stared with disbelief, finally recognizing him.

“What’s happening now?” Connie asked.

“That was… Pacho Herrera,” Steve cooed, unable to believe. “One of the Cali godfathers. I had a run in with him a while ago when he… basically kidnapped me.”

“I remember. That was him?”

“He’s responsible for the North Valley massacres and disputes and he’s the one who organizes them.”

Steve pointed at you briefly before adding, “Her mom died in one of those.”

Connie’s eyes shifted back to you as you smoked your cigarette, speechless still.

“Your mom? I didn’t even—”

“It’s a long story,” you said automatically. “We weren’t close, and now she’s dead. Makes things easier.”

“But—”

“I can separate my feelings from work. I’m fine.”

You paused, exhaling the smoke from your lungs, after which you chuckled in a way that sent shivers down Connie and Steve’s spines.

“Actually, no, cause if that were true, I wouldn’t be—involved with you.”

You shifted your gaze upon Javier, who stared worriedly at you, mimicking no gesture. He took the cigarette out of your hand, finishing it and putting it in the ashtray before taking your hand in his and leading you to the dance floor under Connie and Steve’s cautious eyes.

Dancing was the last thing on your mind. But his hands were so warm and familiar, you couldn’t refuse it. You couldn’t fight it. Gripping gently your waist, Javier pulled you close to him, enough for you to smell his signature cologne in the midst of all the nicotine and whiskey.

“What’s going on?” he asked, eyes scanning the crowd.

“It’s all good.”

“Lie all you want, you know I know you better than that.”

Where did all that cockiness come from? Was he always like that, to an exaggerated degree? You weren’t sure. What you did know, though, was that you were feeling tipsier than before, perhaps as a result of the cigarettes mixed with the alcohol and that run-in with Pacho Herrera.

“I can separate my feelings. I’m fine.”

“What’s going on?”

His chest, slightly exposed and sweaty, was stripping your brain from all of its rationality, piece by piece, until all you were left with was anger, jealousy and frustration, and all you wanted to do was take it out on him, just like he did.

You were no better than he was.

“Today somebody’s fucking with me, I swear. It’s just been hit after hit, and… I really thought Julia was gonna be my worst case scenario tonight.”

“She wanted to sleep with me.”

“Oh, how shocking.”

Javier had his eyes on you now, noticing just how irritated you were. He licked his bottom lip, his hand travelling a bit farther down your back, resting just above your ass. He rejoiced when you gasped against your will and when you looked right back at him.

“I’m not sharing,” was all you said.

“Me either.”

“Good. Because I didn’t go through all of that shit to lose you to a bimbo.”

“Agreed.”

“Stop agreeing with me.”

“Okay.”

Your death glare returned, but Javier found it awfully endearing. He pressed his forehead to yours, the skin on skin contact disarming you completely.

“I’m yours. End of discussion.”

You hesitated for a moment, gulping as you tried to compose yourself before speaking. It was tough, and the environment was of no help either.

“Javier… I don’t know how much you remember from last night…”

There it was. You brought it up at last, and Javier’s theory had been confirmed. There was nothing else you needed to say for him to receive your message. His hand traveled back up on your spine, seemingly teasing it with his fingers barely grazing the material covering your skin, and he seemed calmer than you’d ever seen him.

Or perhaps that was the alcohol saying its filthy word.

“I’m sorry if I scared you with what I said,” he said somewhat apologetically. “But I remember everything.”

“You didn’t… scare me. I mean, we were… under the influence and I thought… maybe hoped at some point that… you didn’t mean it.”

This time, there was no expression on Javier’s face. On the contrary, his face dropped, oozing some sort of disappointment and a certain degree of shyness.

“I didn’t say that because we were drugged. I meant it. I only say things that I mean. If anything, that gave me enough confidence to just… say it. But I get why you’d be skeptical about it.”

“We’re barely… together, or whatever the hell this is—”

“We are. We’re together.”

“Okay. I just… I spent the whole day overthinking and trying to get rid of these feelings, of this numbness—”

“What feelings?”

“That I’m another number on your list and that we’re doomed to fail, that there’s no future for us.”

It was Javier’s turn to use his death glare, and this one went right through you, cooling you off for a fleeting moment.

“You think I went around throwing ‘I love you’ to every woman I slept with?”

“I sure hope not.”

“No. You’re—”

He huffed, struggling to come forward, but he knew he had to. He had gotten that far, he might as well be honest through and through. Brutally direct, as he’d always been.

“You’re the first woman that I really love and care for. And… there’s more to that story of me and Lorraine.”

You involuntarily held your breath and waited, still waltzing to the rhythm of the music.

“The day of the wedding… I was ready to wait for her at the end of that aisle knowing that she was pregnant and that we were gonna be a family.”

You didn’t know exactly why or how, but that particular piece of information felt like a sucker punch.

“She was pregnant?” you muttered almost incredulously.

“That’s what I thought. I got into my car, too anxious to go through with it, when she called me and told me she got her period. It was over just as fast as it started. I thought it was a good reason to get married, you know? Having a kid… it was the right thing. And then there was no baby.”

“A baby you didn’t want in the first place.”

You frowned slightly, images of a younger, anxious Javier Peña desperately trying to be honorable and do the right thing invading your mind. You didn’t know whom you should feel sorrier for, him or Lorraine, when it was evident that both had been victims of their own insecurities without the other knowing.

“I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be a dad, or if even had those instincts,” Javier continued, face and tone grave. “I just kind of accepted that. I knew she would be over the moon. She’d make a great mother. She did end up having kids, married a stock broker. She’s happier than she would’ve ever been with me.”

You sensed regret and a certain melancholy in his voice that you didn’t often get the chance of witnessing. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, revealing a bittersweet smile.

“Do you regret it?”

“What? Leaving?”

“Looking back at the life you could’ve had.”

“No. Not really. I know that I wasn’t cut out for that back then.”

“And you think you’re ready now?”

“I told you, cariño. I am ready for you, however you want me or need me to be. And don’t tell Steve, but… he was right. I gotta get my shit together. So that’s what I’m trying to do here.”

“I know, and I admire that. I’m trying to do that as well. I just—”

Javier looked at you with that worrisome, puppy expression that you found ever so hard to resist and alluring and you cracked.

“I don’t want kids. And I... can’t have kids.”

The statement left Javier dumbfounded for a split second; it was followed closely by relief and acceptance. Of course you don’t. It made all the sense in the world, given how you live and how many things still consumed you that you haven’t fully embraced yet.

“I just—I mean, since we’re on the subject,” you sort of apologized. “But you looked cute today holding that baby.”

Javier looked at you dumbfounded, a shy smile now dominating his face. “You saw that?”

“By accident. But, uh… yeah, I can’t have kids. There was a pregnancy scare, years ago, when I was with Spencer… and I went to the doctor and it got clearer. And I realized it was a sign.”

“Signs don’t matter. What you feel and what you want matters.”

“I know. I never really wanted kids. So I don’t know… I don’t want you to look back at our life when we’re old and wrinkly—”

His smile turned into a smirk, and you grasped what you implied.

“You know… theoretically,” you tried to rectify.

“And you think I wanna raise kids in this fucked up world, this country? At our age?”

“We’re not old.”

“We’re pushing forty.”

“Yeah, okay, that’s… sad for us.”

You both chuckled, feeling a little more relieved.

“I am way too tired from my own life to bring chaos onto an innocent baby,” he said.

“But… do you want to? Honestly.”

Javier pondered for what you felt as an excruciating moment, replying with a decisive “No” afterwards, which lifted a huge weight off of your shoulders, weight which was unknowingly crushing you.

“So that’s off the table,” you concluded, relieved.

“What about the other big question?”

When you looked in his eyes, you saw sincerity, and a sparkle that hadn’t always been there. No, that one was recent and by the looks of it, Javier was also trying to get acquainted to it, but he let it in. He let you in, and he let all of the feelings that you brought upon him in, contorting into a mass of security and coziness.

“You did laugh at me when I said… that,” Javier said.

“Yeah, well… the man who hates and runs from commitment suddenly tells you he wants to marry you? It’s scary.”

The tension was running high and thick between the two of you as you both took in the information and let it sink in.

“Look, the point is, I didn’t say it as in… I’ll do it today or tomorrow, or even six months from now,” Javier tried to close the topic. “I meant it as in… this is something that I want to do somewhere along the line. If—if you want to, of course.”

“So this is it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… we’re talking about our future together like it’s a surefire thing, like it’s settled that we’re gonna end up together.”

Javier frowned, staring at you puzzled.

“I thought it was a surefire thing,” he said.

You couldn’t help but smile flustered, the idea of you and him together till the end—whatever that one may be—offering you a warm and cozy sentiment that you did not want to rid yourself of.

“Tell you what,” you added. “If we live through this hell, if we make it out alive… ask me again then.”

Javier cocked an eyebrow at you, having his curiosity awakened, and you smiled flirtatiously. “I might change my mind.”

“Deal.”

The dancing stopped, and now you were staring at him with an unbelievable hunger, product of the previous torment, and Javier easily read through it.

“Still angry?” he muttered in your ear, doing everything possible to not press kisses down your neck.

“Not so much.”

“I kinda miss our angry moments.”

“You mean when we were hate fucking.”

Javier shrugged, arms around your waist. He felt his body being boiled alive, but that was the usual sentiment whenever he was around you.

“I could be angry if I think back to Julia trying to steal something that’s not hers.”

“Were you afraid I was gonna hold her like this and run my hand down her back—”

He did exactly that, hand moving down your spine, tantalizingly slow, and gently squeezing your ass, leaving you perplexed and, indeed, fuming.

“—and press her against me, wishing I’d slide myself inside of her and make her scream my name—”

“Stop.”

Javier grinned, clearly enjoying the moment.

“You are jealous.”

“Don’t let it get to your head, Peña.”

“Oh, fuck you calling me Peña like it doesn’t turn you on to say it.”

The spark in his eyes was no longer kind. It was savage and hungry like yours, and you grew more impatient as you held onto his broad shoulders.

“Take me home,” you told him, voice dark and dominated by desire.

Javier leaned in to nibble at your earlobe and whisper to you, “I’m gonna eat you out until you feel nothing else but me, and I’m gonna fuck all of your frustration out. Does that sound good?”

Speechless and oh, so deliriously wet, you stared at him, mentally undressing him already. “Take me home now.”

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justmemewriting · 4 years ago

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The Sister (Javier Peña x reader) Part 7 - Colonel Carillo

It was the next morning. You woke up in your bed when your alarm rang at 6:30 in the morning.

"God" you groaned when you saw what time it was and you turned back around. You loved your work, but what you didn't like was having to get up super early in the morning.

You slowly got out of your bed and decided that the only way that you could get your day started was with a nice hot cup of coffee. While your coffee was brewing, you got ready and dressed.

As you drank your coffee, you decided that it might be nice to watch some TV to wake up a bit before going over to Steve's to let him give you a ride to the embassy.

You grabbed the remote and turned on the TV not really caring which channel was on since you didn't know any of the channels anyway.

"Ahora, vamos a hablar sobre Pablo Escobar." the voice on the TV said which quickly caught your attention. Normally, people would tell you not to bring your work home and to leave your work at work, but how did anybody expect you to do so? You were working for the Drug Enforcement Administration. Most of the work you never really leaves your mind. Especially when it's Pablo Escobar.

"El narcotraficante Pablo Escoabr ha negociado su estancia en su propio cárcel que la gente llama 'La Catedral'. Escobar empezó su estancia en la semana pasada." the voice continued.

You sighed. You knew that this was what you came here for, but it was still unbelievably frustrating. How was is it possible for Escobar to negotiate his own prison stay under his own terms? Who would let that happen? You decided to save these thoughts for later at the office when you were going to discuss different plans with Javier and Steve on what to do next.

You continued watching some more TV until you decided that it would be time for you to go over to Steve's apartment.

You grabbed your bag, left your apartment and then locked the door behind you. Luckily, Steve's apartment was only a few apartments next to yours, so in case of an emergency, you'd only have to go down the hall.

You knocked on his door and Connie with Olivia in her arm quickly opened it. Yesterday at dinner, Steve had told you that he and Connie were fostering a child which you thought was just the cutest and nicest thing you could imagine. "Hey (Y/N), so there's a slight change of plans" she informed you. "We were wondering if it would be okay if Javi drove you so that Steve and I could take Olivia to go shopping before work?" "Of course, did you talk to Javier about it?" "Yes, just go and knock on his door. He should be ready right about now."

And so, you did. You went and knocked on his door which he quickly opened. He greeted you and the two of you walked to his car. Honestly, you had to admit that Javier looked a little rough, as though he hadn't slept at all last night. "Are you ok?" you asked him with a look of concern on your face. You might have only known him for a couple of days, but you knew that he was Steve's best friend, so you figured that it was alright to worry about him.

"I am, don't worry. I shouldn't let this thing with Escobar get so close to me, really. It's just really hard not to let it," he answered. "I understand. If you want you can take a rain check if you're not feeling up to it," you told him referring to your date, well you didn't really know what to call it, let's just say get-together, this afternoon. "No, that's definitely still on," he told you and smiled at you nicely before focusing back on the road.

Once the two of you arrived at your shared office at the embassy, you decided to just do some regular paperwork until Steve arrived.

Steve arrived around 9 AM which wasn't too bad.

You, Steve and Javier, met up with Colonel Carillo. Carillo's Search Bloc had just been disbanded which was why he was currently packing up his things.

You were the last to enter his office and by the looks of it, Carillo was surprised to see a third face in his office, or in what used to be his office.

"Agent García," you introduced yourself to Carillo and shook his hand. Javier took a seat in front of his desk.

"At least Escobar is in jail and you can leave knowing you helped put him there," Javier told Carillo but you could tell that he didn't even believe his own words. You knew the terms of Escobar's surrender deal and it was honestly nothing more than a slap in the face.

"Jail?" Carillo asked and you looked at him expectantly. "I know your gringos aren't allowed to do flyovers, but I got some photographs, courtesy of the Colombian military. I want you to look at them and tell me if this qualifies as a jail," he told you and handed you the pictures of Escobar's jail.

"What the fuck," you mumbled under your breath. "He's got a fucking soccer field," Steve scoffed.

"Escobar is moving more coke than ever. Without the Colombian government breathing down his neck, all he's gotta worry about is the Cali cartel," Carillo told you.

You said your goodbyes and left his office.

"I think there's only one way really," you told your two partners standing in front of the board in your office. "And that would be?" Steve asked you. "We have to prove that Escobar is violating the terms of his agreement. If we can prove that he isn't following the agreement we can get him extradited or at least into a prison that he didn't build himself. I mean, look at what he calls a prison. There's got to be something going on there that is violating against his deal," you explained to which Javier nodded in response.

"I agree," he told you. "And if I have learnt anything about Escobar in the past, it is that there's definitely something he's hiding that violates his terms. Now, we only have to find it."

"Let's just hope that we'll be able to find something on him" Steve answered.

It was already late when you decided that it was time for you to call it a day. Steve had already left so it was only you and Javier left in your office.

"So, you wanna go to the bar directly, or do you want me to drive you home first?" Javier asked you grabbing his jacket. "Let's just go there directly," you told him and with that, the two of you were on your way.

In the end, the two of you decided to go to the bar that was right across the street from your apartment complex so it wouldn't have really mattered anyway. Once you arrived at the bar, you sat down at the table and waited for a waiter to come and take your order.

"I can't tell you how much I need a drink right now," you told Javier to which he chuckled in response. "I think I can imagine," he told you laughing.

When the waiter came, Javier ordered two glasses of tequila for the two of you which you two finished rather quickly. Next, Javier, he actually told you to call him Javi, ordered two cocktails because he thought the names were funny but he had never tried them before.

"So, (Y/N). I have to admit, if I didn't know better, I would've never guessed that you are Steve's sister," he told you. "How come?" "Well, you two are completely different. You're just a lot more outgoing. Plus, you can speak Spanish." You chuckled. "That is true. Steve couldn't speak Spanish to save his life," you said and laughed.

"Now, Javi, tell me something about yourself. I mean, Connie has told me some things, but I'd rather have you tell me some things," you told him. "Well, what did Connie tell you about me?" he asked you and chuckled.

"Well," you said and chuckled. "She told me that you had somewhat of a reputation as what some might call a playboy or a macho." Javi put his hand over his chest and acted as though he was deeply hurt to which you laughed in response.

"So, it's true then?" you asked him. "I guess. But I wasn't always like that," he told you "A few years back, I was actually engaged and about to get married." "Good for you," you answered and took a sip of your cocktail which actually wasn't too bad. "So, why aren't you married now? If I may ask." "Well, I kinda left her at the altar," he explained to you. You slightly choked on your drink and laughed. "Don't think badly of me now, okay?" he told you. "Of course not, don't worry. I'm sure you had your reasons. Besides, I'm not perfect either and I haven't had the best dating history myself, so who am I to judge," you told him.

"Hmmm. I didn't know that you also had a bad side?" he asked you jokingly. "Well, there's a lot that you don't know about me yet, Javier Pena."

The rest of the night was just as fun and went smoothly as well. By the end of the night, you were sure that you and Javi were both more than tipsy which is why he walked to your apartment door to ensure that nothing bad was going to happen to you. You weren't sure if he was going to be able to defend you with the amount of alcohol that he had, but it was still very nice of him.

"I had a great time," you told Javi as you were trying to open your door. It proved to be a lot more difficult when you had a little something drink, but after a few seconds, you managed to open it.

"Me too. We should definitely make this a regular thing, " he told you. "Next time we should go dancing though because Steve never wanted to dance with me" You laughed. "Sure, Javi. Thanks again." "Of course. I'll see you tomorrow. Good night (Y/N)," he told you and walked over to his apartment. "Good night," you told him and closed the door behind you.

What a night.

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sheabuttahwrites · 4 years ago

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[ I Know ]

. two : the connection

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6:02am

I was dreaming about Omari again. For some reason, he came to me often while I slept. He had picked me up, as he usually did, but, somehow I knew that I wasn’t coming back this time. I was clueless as to where we were, but I also didn't have a single worry. I was with O and I was safe. That, I was sure of.

We were flying through the air, which wasn't odd for me because I’d had more than a few dreams where I could fly. Still, there was a difference. Whenever I’d be flying, I was usually doing so because something or someone was chasing me and I had to get away. And it was usually very dark as well. But now, I didn't discern any danger and everything around us was shining so brightly. I’d also never been able to actually stay up there. Whenever I’d stop flying, I would immediately start to float back down. That wasn't the case here. We stopped and were just suspended in the sky with no effort. He laid me down on what felt the way I thought a cloud should feel and, starting at the top of my head, he kissed my scars one by one. In some miraculous way, they all disappeared with a single touch of his lips. Amazed, I smiled and watched as he continued to make his way down my bare body. At first my nudity confused me, as did the lack of discomfort that came with it, but, when he reached my Love, I no longer cared. My grin slowly fell as he spread my legs and, without an ounce of hesitance, he began to spoil me with gentle kisses. I was stunned, but it never entered my mind to stop him. I had to admit, it felt good.

“Oh my... aaah,” I moaned softly, lacing my right hand with his left. It was almost like I could actually feel his tongue slipping around a part of me that only myself and Cam had ever touched. However, in this illusion, I had no problem with that fact becoming fiction. Though I had moved past the initial shock, unfortunately, I could sense my sleep coming to an end. He started to fade away as my eyes softly fluttered open, but there was still someone between my legs. And it wasn't Omari. I looked down and Cam had my thighs stretched wide, one arm across my stomach, licking the shit out of my pussy. I tried to get away, but my every pursuit was quickly shut down. Whenever he realized that I was trying to escape his firm grasp, he licked faster, sucked harder, rubbed deeper.

No matter how hard I fought, my body began to respond on its own, grinding into his face. Before long, my hips were in the air, he was buried between my lips, and I had relinquished all control. I gripped the couch with both hands in an attempt to evade the floor. “Fuuuck,” I whined, so upset with myself. Then the self betrayal reached a new level as I clenched my eyes, having the most regrettable orgasm ever. I hated giving him the satisfaction that, even at a time like this, he still had the power to make me cum. My body fell into the cushions and I hid my face, embarrassed. I don't know what the fuck he thought this was doing, because he hadn't swayed me whatsoever. I felt no different about things than I had before.

He came up with tears in his eyes, apologizing and telling me how much he loved me. “You know I love you. With my whole heart, Jade. I'm sorry.” Seeing him cry shook me up a bit, I won't lie, but I was so far away from succumbing to his will.

He came closer and laid his head on my chest. Not even the smallest part of me welcomed the contact, and I was not about to let this be over so easily. “It's not... that simple.” He looked up and I reached to turn on the lamp behind us. “Look what you did to me.” My neck held marks from his fingernails, my scalp was bruised, there were noticeable rug burns on my knee and both hips, my face was so badly swollen that a small cut had formed at the corner of my mouth, and there was blood stuck on my gum line and between my teeth.

“Oh my God.” He quietly examined every injury, running his fingers gingerly over the damage, seemingly frightened by my appearance.

“This is love, Cameron?”

“I'm so sorry, baby. I swear, I'm gonna work on being better. I don't wanna do stuff like this to you. I'ma get help.”

I didn't fall for any of that shit. Sadly, this was the routine. I'd get my ass beat, then I'd get fucked, next was the apology and last came the promise of counseling. A promise that he never kept. This was my life now. A life that I could not have imagined in my wildest dreams.

Cameron McKinley Taylor. He wasn't always this way.

We had been together for five years now, the first three being probably the most happy years of my adult life. He was always such a sweetheart. He'd call or text just to hear my voice or tell me he loved me, bring me flowers for no reason; you know, just little things to show me he cared. We would talk for hours about anything, and nobody could make me laugh as hard. We were just in tune with one another, damn near inseparable. But, shortly after the situation became a little more serious, after we moved in together, everything changed. Out of nowhere, he just switched up on me. All of the sweetness was replaced with constant anger. It started with him taking my car. To this day, I still have no idea what he did with it. Without a ride of my own, though, I couldn't go anywhere or do anything without him. But he somehow always found a way to accuse me of stepping outside of the relationship. Which I never understood. I made the decision to stick it out, thinking this behavior was only temporary. However, after two years had passed me by, I learned a major lesson; fun wasn’t the only thing that made time fly. Misery did it just as well.

He moved us to Los Angeles from Atlanta about a year and a half ago for a chance at better career opportunities, he'd claimed. But, the more thought I gave it, the more I began to believe there had been some malice behind his motives. I was taken so far away from my family, or anyone I knew for that matter, that I had no choice but to spend all of my time with him. I wasn’t even sure what it was that he did. He had a couple of degrees and he was working for some company before we came out here. Whatever he was doing now required him to leave home for months at a time, usually around two, and his salary was ridiculous. That was where my knowledge ended. I had my suspicions, but I knew better than to question him about anything. I'd just convinced myself that as long as the bills were kept current and we weren’t living on the street, everything was ok. He wasn't the least bit stingy with his leftovers either. He just made sure to monitor my transactions very closely. Shopping had become a way of life for me. It was basically my therapy.

Almost as soon as we got to Cali, he left for work. For a whole week, I stayed inside, afraid to leave the house. Not only was it a new scene for me, but I was heavily intimidated by the fact that I wasn’t familiar with anyone in the entire state. Then one day, feeling unusually courageous, I just got an Uber. After a little convincing, along with some financial compensation, that lady drove me all over LA.

I met Omari that day.

I walked into this sneaker boutique just to look around and there he was, standing with four boxes beside him and still browsing.

I recall thinking he had a nice deep brown, caramel complexion with really smooth looking skin. His hair was how he always wore it; in neatly twisted braids that ran straight back, falling an ample amount past his shoulders. He had a goatee then and it was groomed perfectly to match. Likewise, he was dressed nicely in jeans and a crisp white v-neck tee that hugged his toned arms and chest perfectly. The black diamonds in his ears glistened in the sunlight, as did the gold beaded bracelet around his wrist. His feet held a pair of black high top Chucks and I caught a Louis Vuitton belt peeking from underneath his shirt right before I turned to mind my own business. Long story short, he was very well put together... and so damn fine.

I still remember like it was yesterday.

“Um, I know it’s a lot, but can I get these in an 8?”

“Oh, no problem.” The associate, who had just been helping him, eagerly studied my selections. Her memory must've been outstanding, because I definitely would’ve had to take my phone out and snap a pic. “I'll be right back”.

I smiled, thanking her as I resumed my search. I wasn’t exactly interested in anything else, I was more so making the conscious effort to keep myself distracted. I had briefly considered taking a seat when, from the corner of my eye, I could see him starting to come over. I immediately threw all of my attention to a pair of kicks in front of me. They weren't even cute, but that was neither here nor there. I just needed to conceal the fact that I had been checking him out something serious on the low.

“Hey,” he rasped, once he was standing next to me. I turned to him and he had the cutest grin on his face. I couldn't help but smile back. Plus he looked even better up close.

“Hey.”

“I don't mean to interrupt, and I know you don't know me, but… I just had to come over and say hello. You are beautiful.”

Completely caught off guard, I blushed almost instantly. My ears weren't even tuned for that type of compliment anymore. He was serious, too. I took my gaze down for a moment, using a slight laugh as part of my recovery. “Thank you.” And upon realizing that I liked this guy and didn't want his good smelling self to walk away, I decided to go ahead and introduce myself. “Jade.”

“Omari. Nice to meet you.” He extended his hand to me and I obliged, giving it a shake.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

“So, um, where you from? If you don't mind me asking.”

“How you know I'm not from LA?” I jokingly asked. I was nowhere near being from LA, I just wanted to see what he would say.

“I can hear it in your voice.”

I chuckled, fully aware that my accent had given me away. “Yeah, I'm from Georgia.”

“I knew you were from somewhere down south.”

“Yep. So, you from here?” I returned my attention to the wall of shoes in front of me, trying not to stare.

“Yeah. Been here all my life.”

“Ok,” I nodded. “I've only been here for a couple weeks.”

“Oh, for real?”

“Yeah. Today is actually my first time getting out of the house, believe it or not.”

“Well, maybe I can show you around my city sometime.”

And, just like that, I was back. “Maybe…”

I hadn't been able keep him out of my sight for more than a few seconds, but his proposition had warranted at least a glance; I had to see if he was playing around. The deliberate eye contact I was met with only erased some of my doubt, still his confidence was a turn on for certain. I was smiling at him, he was smiling at me, and I was more than sure that he was in possession of the prettiest smile I had ever seen. His lips were on point, too; nice and full with a couple beauty marks adorning the bottom one. I found myself licking my own lips, wondering if his were as soft as they looked.

Right in the midst of a moment that needed to be disrupted, the saleswoman walked over toting my five boxes effortlessly.

“Thank you,” I told her, not just for the footwear, but also for breaking me away from whatever this was. I mean, I was stuck.

“You're welcome. I'll be at the counter when you're ready, and let me know if you need anything else.”

“Ok.” I sat down on the bench and came out of my left shoe, grabbing the first box from the stack. “So, Omari…”

“Yeah?”

“You do this often?” I quizzed, slipping a fresh sneaker onto my foot; undeniably one of the best feelings in the world.

“Do what?”

“Just walk over to random women and start conversations.” I grinned up at him standing beside me and he chuckled.

“Well, if I can be honest, you caught my eye as soon as you walked in. I like your vibe. And you looked so nice standing over here, I couldn't leave without at least getting your name.”

He was such a gentleman, and quite the charmer. He had a way with words, for sure. My guard was still very much intact, but his company didn’t make me uncomfortable. In fact, the interaction was rather flattering. I didn't know the kid still had it.��

“And now you know my name and where I’m from.”

He laughed, dropping his head. “You right. But you know they say good things come in threes.”

“Yeah, I’m familiar.”

“So, now I need your number to complete the trilogy. I mean, if that's cool with you.”

I can’t lie, I was tickled. He was that cute, corny funny I was very fond of. “Yeah,” I agreed, without even a second thought. Despite the obvious, I didn't wanna say no. “You like these?” I stood and we both looked down at the deep pink suede Nike Blazer I had been wearing.

“Yeah. They cold with the gum bottom.”

“Right?! I was thinking the same thing. I'ma get 'em.”

We made small talk until I'd tried on my last pair. Then the conversation carried on while he tried on a few more. The six or seven other people in the store probably thought we knew each other. He was surprisingly easy to talk to for a complete stranger. We eventually exchanged numbers and, ever since that day, we'd been down like four flats on a Cadillac.

He was the only friend I had.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years ago

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Survey #479

“war sends our sons to slaughter / another failed attack; there is no turning back”

Have you ever boycotted something? Yes: Chick-fil-A. Homophobic, transphobic pieces of shit. Has anyone ever borrowed something from you, and not returned it? Yes, a video game when I was little. I was so mad, lol. Do you vent a lot on social media? No. I don't want people to get annoyed with me. What was your first bill you started paying on your own? I haven't been responsible for any bills yet. What is your favorite charitable cause to donate to or volunteer for? I can't/don't do either really, but if I could, I'd probably donate to uhhhh... suicide prevention organizations. As for volunteering, definitely something with animals. Have you ever dated someone who wasn’t at all your usual type? No. What is something you have no patience for? Waiting at the doctor's office. Have you ever received a misdiagnosis? Yes. What’s that you’re listening to? I'm watching Gab play The Evil Within 2. What kind of relationship do you have with the last person you kissed? We're a couple. What is your biggest accomplishment in life? Still being alive. What is one thing that you really wish you could understand, but don’t? Political stuff. Economics. Have you ever been tutored or tutored someone yourself? I had an Algebra tutor the last time I was in college, and I had to strangle an anxiety attack down because I wasn't understanding the material AT ALL and felt so dumb and annoying. I never did it again. What was the last thing you said out loud (singing doesn’t count)? "It's really embarrassing," to Mom. It really is fucking humiliating that my ankles are swollen from walking/standing more and pushing my desk chair back against the resistance of the carpet. That's pathetic. I'm trying to focus on the fact it's good my body is even reacting to moving more, though. Is everything you have on actually yours? Yep. Do you ever just randomly drive around when you’re upset about something? I don't drive, but if I did, that would NOT be my method of de-stressing. What was the last act of creativity you displayed? Writing an RP post. What’s your favorite department in Wal-Mart? Uh, I guess where you can go see the plants and flowers. Do you find kite flying boring? I LOVED it as a kid. I'd still probably find it kinda fun. Do you have any interest in visiting Japan? Yes, but it's not a massive interest. I've heard the humidity can kill a bitch, and I am NOT into that. Have you ever run a cash register? Yes. I sucked. Have you ever worked as a server? No. Have you ever done the Bratz challenge on YouTube? No, but I saw James Charles do it and it was v unnerving, holy shit. Would you rather paint or carve a pumpkin? Carve. What was your worst experience in high school? My depression as a whole. How much did your senior prom dress cost you? I don't remember. Have you ever been in a serious romantic relationship? Three, if you include my current one. Which part of your body is the most muscular? Uh, nothing? What is the first site you check when you get online, generally? KM. Are you good at creative writing assignments? That's my forte. In elementary school, I actually won a I think county-wide creative writing short story assignment. Not to brag, but I've always been very proud of that, ha ha. Or would you rather just do an informative essay? That's easy for me too, but I prefer writing creatively. Are you more attracted to the badasses, or the goody-goody types? Definitely the goody-goodies. The "bad guys" have never appealed to me romantically. Do you raise your hand or participate in class? I did if I really wanted to ask something or was confident in an answer. What is something BIG you want to do with your life? Make a difference, somehow. What do you think of people who own wild animals? Do NOT just casually take in animals from the wild. That's selfish and just generally disgusting. If you're going to keep an animal generally described as wild and undomesticated, you'd better have a license and deserve that license. Know what you're doing and be certain that keeping the animal in captivity is in the animal's best interest for its unique case. Are you good at explaining things, in general? NOOOOOOOOO, I suck at that. Do you like visiting the mall? Why or why not? Not our mall, no. Its stores suck/are extremely limited, and SO much crime has happened there. Do you like window shopping? Why or why not? YESSSSSSS, mostly on Morph Market, a mostly reptile selling hub online. You can browse TONS of breeders and literally thousands of reptiles, especially ball pythons. They even have a tarantula section I like to look at sometimes. If you lost your job/home/etc., who would likely help you? If I'm losing my home, I'm assuming my mom is gone, so my dad. Why did you first kiss the last person you kissed? We were a couple and I felt like I was supposed to. At that time I didn't see him romantically, but I desperately wanted to. Funny how we're back together and I've no reservations against kissing him now. Feelings change, for sure. Plans for tonight? Girt and I will probably play some WoW Classic together. We've started playing that together, and it's lots of fun with him. :') Has anyone seen you kiss the last person you kissed? Actually, no. Have you ever been kissed in a car? Yeah. Do you think anyone has feelings for you? I know Girt does. Is there anyone in your life that knows right away something’s wrong with you? My mom. Who last made you smile? Girt, 'cuz he's a sweetheart. Where is your mother? She's in bed in her room. She feels like shit. Like, you would think she WASN'T vaccinated, though her long-time doctor has said she'd probably be dead without it while having Covid. Would you rather look at clouds or stars? Stars. Think about your biggest mistake, would you go back and change it? I absolutely would. Are you dating the person you last kissed? Yeup. What is the most immature item you own and actually use? Um. Idk. Do you always take a shower after you have sex? I... didn't know people did this? Like I know women are advised to pee after sex, but full-on showering? No. Do you like chocolate popsicles? Oh hell yeah. Are your parents proud of you? They claim to be. I don't see how. Are you interested in the ocean? Yeah; it's inarguably so fascinating. Hot dogs or hamburgers? I prefer burgers. Have you ever been to a Chinatown in any of the cities you’ve been to? No. Have you ever been to couple’s counseling? No. Do you have any dietary restrictions? No. Have you ever turned down a job offer? No. What’s the largest animal you’ve ever had as a pet? A dog named Cali that was a boxer mix. Do you ever pray, even if you don't believe in God? What exactly is the point if you don't believe in God...? Anyway, I don't. Have you ever been to Mexico? No. Have you ever gotten stuck in quicksand before? No. What's the shortest or longest length you've ever had your hair grow? To around the small of my back. The last nest you saw - was it a bird nest or a hornet's nest? I think a bird's? Do you enjoy Jeff Dunham? I don't know if I'd like him as a person, but I do think he's a funny comedian. Who is your favorite character from Frozen? I was never into the movies. I do think Elsa is kinda cool (no pun intended, lol), though. I like that she has her flaws. Did you finish high school? If not, do you plan on doing so? I did. Have you been in a simulator that mimicked a submarine or rollercoaster? A rollercoaster, yes. How often do you go out to eat instead of cooking for yourself? Mom and I try to avoid fast food for our health. We do a pretty good job at it, but sometimes for convenience's sake, we do eat it. What is the largest family of siblings that you know of? This is probably gonna come across as very judgmental, but... it really bothers me. I don't know how many kids she has now, but one of the dance moms from the studio has SO many children; I've completely lost count. Now if you want that many kids and can provide for them, that's cool. But that's not the case. She uses the "if God wants me to have a baby, then it will happen" mentality, and I'm just like... um, no hunny. Poor choices are leading to kids you're not adequately providing for. She uses no methods of protection and literally has twins whose room is a fucking closet. Ugh it just really bothers me. What foreign languages were offered to you at school? A whole lot. Only Spanish and I believe French were offered as in-school courses, but there were lots of online classes. If you were required to take a course right now, what would you choose? Photography. Team Biden or Team Trump? Over my dead body would I have voted for Trump. My vote went with Biden. What is an animal native to your country that may not exist in others? Bison are factually exclusive to North America. Note that bison and buffalo are different. What are some of your favorite autumn activities? Taking pictures of fall scenery. <3 What are some of your favorite winter activities? Going out in the snow. :') Especially with a camera. Do you eat a shit-ton the week before your period? uuugggghhHHHHHH yes Wendy's, McDonalds, or Burger King? Wendy's. What's the weirdest question you've ever asked Alexa? I've never asked Alexa anything. Do you prefer your apple cider to be warm or cold? I've actually never had it. Do you prefer your coffee hot or iced? Y'all know the story of me and coffee. Can you sing the alphabet backwards? I can't. Have you ever sent flowers or chocolates to yourself before? Ha ha, no. Is there any meat that you won't eat? Yeah, fish and ANYTHING that comes from a wild animal. Does your cat use anything other than it's scratching post as a scratcher? When we got him a scratcher WITH CATNIP, the lil butthead ignored it. -_- He scratches the carpet instead. Did you go through a vampire craze before? Are you still going through it? Nah. Have you ever forged your parents' signature on a poor test paper, etc? No. Has a bird ever pooped on you before? Omg, no. I'd die. Have you ever been sprayed by a skunk before? No. Are black jellybeans delicious or disgusting? I HATE them. Have you ever rolled down a grassy hill before? I have! I miss that.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''black rain'' by ozzy osbourne

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angelsunflowers-fanfics · 5 years ago

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Jealous!Sean Diaz x reader (Flirting & Awkwardness)

Request: Hey, I love your writing! Just super amazing! 💕 I was wondering if you could do another jealous! Sean Diaz one shot??? If not that’s totally fine! Thank you! ✌️☺️

Fandom: Life is strange 2

Genre: Fluff

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Going to a market in a small town while being on the run from the police probably wasn’t the smartest idea but Daniel and Chris wanted to have fun, and Sean didn’t want to go alone. So here Daniel, Sean and (y/n) were, at the Beavercreek market looking at Christmas trees.

“Hey, sorry for the wait. I wanted to talk to Daniel about… His powers,” Sean explained his brief absence.

(y/n) nodded in understanding before leaning forward to press a quick kiss to the side of his head. They knew how stressed and worried he could get over the entire situation. So it was important to keep his spirits up along with Daniel’s.

“You’re doing your best, I can tell. Just relax, do whatever you do. Draw, be awkwardly cute, mumble song lyrics, just chill. Okay, honey?” (y/n) said.

Sean averted his eyes, a light blush scattering across his facial features. Even after a full year, he still wasn’t used to the assortment of nicknames (y/n) had given him. But to answer their question, he gave a shy nod, tucking his hands into his pockets to keep them warm.

“What are you gonna do?” Sean asked.

(y/n) breathed in a breath of fresh air, it was nice. They liked being outside in the open world for a change. The smell of the pine trees in the near distance gave the market a very comfy feel about it. Daniel and Chris were loving it, that was for certain.

“Talk to the locals, maybe meet a few friends, I don’t know yet. Try to keep an eye on the kids, okay?” (y/n) replied.

Sean nodded his head absentmindedly and watched as (y/n) walked away from him to go look at the little shops in a different area. He felt terrible about dragging them into this but was grateful that they stuck around so long to help out with Daniel and trying to get to Mexico.

(y/n) on the other hand, was trying to push the fear of the police finding the three of them and taking them to prison, they were doing that by aimlessly walking around and trying to enjoy a moment of peace from the small town.

(y/n)’s ears perked up lightly as soft music and a beautiful voice broke the silence of the market. (y/n) followed the music until their eyes found Cassidy, she was playing her guitar smoothly and singing softly. She didn’t gather much of a crowd but (y/n) listened to the entire song. Cassidy was quick to turn her attention to the one admirer that listened to her song.

“Thanks for listening. Not many people do that these days. Life’s too busy I guess,” She spoke.

(y/n)’s eyes widened brightly as a smooth southern accent reached their ears, they almost reached up to touch their heart from how pretty it sounded. But that action would be a bit embarrassing. (y/n) fiddled with their fingers lightly.

“I uh, I don’t have any money to give you but that was a really pretty song… It was nice,” (y/n) stutterd over their words.

Cassidy wasn’t shameful at the look over she did on (y/n), checking them out. Cassidy smiled, seeing how soft the stranger before her was.

“I’m Cassidy. What brings a pretty person such as yourself to a place like this?”

(y/n) took a moment to let the sentence sink into their brain, they didn’t exactly get flirted with too much so they didn’t really know how to respond.

“I– wow– um, I’m (y/n) and… I’m just visiting some relatives for the holidays. What about you? You look like an interesting person,” They replied.

(y/n) rocked back on forth on their heels, trying to stay a little warm in the cold weather. Cassidy slowly placed her guitar back into the case, knowing that she wouldn’t be playing so long as (y/n) continued to talk to her. The company was nice until her friend came back.

“I don’t really belong anywhere. A friend and I hop on trains as a means of transportation,” Cassidy said.

(y/n) was most definitely interested in the conversation at this point. A bland town full of boring people, but Cassidy? She was something very different. It was no surprise that she was just passing through.

“It’s fun and completely free,” Cassidy chuckled.

(y/n) could only stare in wonderment. Sure, they had a loving and doting boyfriend but this was the first time that a very pretty girl had ever flirted with them directly. It was a nice change of pace, as long as nothing went too far all will be well.

“That sounds amazing. Do you ever get tired of it?” (y/n) asked.

Cassidy opened her mouth, ready to flirt or respond seriously, (y/n) didn’t know. But that was when a tall boy with a dog approached Cassidy.

“Alright, everything’s all ready to go… Who’s your friend?” He asked.

(y/n) could feel their ears turning red as he quickly checked them out. The second person in the past 10 minutes to do so.

“I’m (y/n). Hi,” They introduced themself.

They awkwardly waved toward the taller male, feeling only slightly intimidated by his appearance. (Y/n)’s eyes jumped from Finn to the dog sitting near his feet. It couldn’t do any harm to touch him, right?

“Is he friendly?”

Cassidy stood up to be eye to eye with her longtime friend, wrapping an arm around his shoulders teasingly before she said, “Finn’s got a bit of a bark, but he won’t hurt you.”

(y/n) laughed lightly before gesturing to the tame dog in front of them, “I was talking about the dog.”

Finn gave Cassidy an annoyed look but smiled seeing how friendly his dog was with the newcomer. He knew that Cassidy was more into the suburban people but what if he was as well? It had been a while for either of them to have a nice comfort of someone nearby.

Finn let his eyes wander over (y/n)’s form as they took the initiative to pet the dog at his feet. He didn’t normally act like this but the innocent look of them and how flustered and tangled their words became as they fell from their mouth was so enticing. Not to mention that (y/n) seemed really sweet for someone who lived out in a small town like this.

Sean was sat at one of the many picnic tables, glancing up every now and then to get a good look at his partner to draw. They seemed a bit flustered from two pretty people talking to them but he wanted them to handle it. He didn’t want to go charging in because he was over jealous again. He needed to calm down. Drawing helped.

(y/n) slowly stood to their feet and met Finn’s gaze, he tilted his head to the side for a moment before asking an obvious question, “You wouldn’t maybe want to put another hole in my scoreboard, would you?”

(y/n) gave the tall male standing in front of them a confused look. Scoreboard? Cassidy talked to Finn about how she had more on her scoreboard. Like it was a competition. Wait… (y/n)’s face flushed wildly. Oh! They meant hooking up!

“Oh… Oh! That’s – oh, wow… Um, I’m actually going to have to decline,” (y/n) embarrassingly admitted.

Cassidy continued to hang off of Finn, her arm loosely draped over his shoulders as she leaned all of her weight into him but it didn’t seem to bother him one bit. He just asked (y/n) something quite personal, of course, they had to decline. They hadn’t even done that with Sean yet.

“It wouldn’t be surprising that you have someone. Girlfriend? Boyfriend?”

Sean slowly closed his sketchbook, quickly walking over to where (y/n) and two homeless teens stood. They looked a little too flushed for comfort, and Sean was done looking around for a present for Daniel. He had something completely different for (y/n) of course.

(y/n) shifted from one foot to the other in nervousness. Of course, they were going to say that they had a significant other. One that they wouldn’t trade for anything.

“Um, I actually have a boyfriend who I love very much. Sorry,” (y/n) apologized.

Sean smoothly placed a hand on (y/n)’s back, forcing himself into the conversation as he heard the last sentence left (y/n). He had no clue what they were all talking about but seeing how flustered and red (y/n) looked, it made him mad because he wasn’t the one to make them look like that.

“Everything okay over here?” His voice was strained and awkward, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say to them right now and not after seeing the two other teenagers flirt with them. With his significant other.

“Sean! Hi, um… this is Cassidy and Finn. They’re pretty chill,” (y/n) introduced Sean to the two in front of them.

Sean was still skeptical of course, his grip became a notch tighter on (y/n) but they didn’t seem to notice. Sean becoming clingy had become normal for them, it was nice having him cling to them at night to keep warm, but he was a tad insecure that they’d leave him for someone better.

And the two teenagers standing in front of him seemed like good candidates. Sean noticed how the two were looking at (y/n), flirty and inviting. But not on Sean’s watch.

“So, if you’re up for it, you’re more than welcomed to join us to Cali. your boyfriend can come too,” Cassidy offered,

(y/n) brightened up instantly, train-hopping with Finn and Cassidy to California? That sounded amazing. They didn’t want to say no but the expression on Sean’s face screamed rivalry or envy. Sean maneuvered his hand to grab (y/n)’s instead of resting it on their back.

“Hey… we have a home here now. Remember? And–” Sean started to say before a look of shock and realization dawned over (Y/n), they almost forgot about him. Of course, they couldn’t leave him. That wouldn’t be right in any sense of the word.

“Daniel, right… “ (y/n) turned to Finn and Cassidy, an apology on their lips. “I’m actually going to have to say no. I’m sorry. Sean’s right, we actually have a home here.”

Finn and Cassidy sighed a disappointment, they both wanted someone new on their trip and someone as soft and sweet as (Y/n) was the perfect person to choose from but that was life… (y/n) glanced to Sean, noticing the jealous look in his eyes and body language. It was very persistent from the second that he walked up. They’d have to deal with him after they said goodbye to Cassidy and Finn. (y/n) stepped away from Sean to approach the two closer.

“I hope that we’ll meet again. It’s been really fun.”

Finn slowly grabbed one of (y/n)’s arms and rolled the sleeves up to write down a number. Sean clenched his jaw but stood still. He could trust (Y/n).

“This is our burner cell number. Give us a call when you can. Well, see ya. Try to find us on the trains if you can,” Finn mentioned.

(y/n) blushed lightly at the brief contact but waved lightly as they disappeared around the corner with the dog light on their heels.

They were gone.

“Okay, Sean, Honey… What’s wrong? You’re acting… jealous,” (y/n) asked.

Sean’s face slowly blossomed into a light blush, the nickname combined with the scene that was just caused. He got jealous quite easily when it came to people flirting with (y/n). He wasn’t that confident to do that; flirt.

“We were just talking, What’s the big deal.”

Sean crossed his arms over his chest, showing (y/n) how upset he actually was with (y/n)’s new friends.

“Flirting. They were flirting with you,” Sean huffed.

(y/n) sighed lightly but grabbed Sean’s hands lightly to tug him closer to them so they could lightly press a chaste kiss to his lips, they were chapped and rough but the perfect texture against (y/n)’s own lips.

“I promise that nothing was going to happen. I did like getting flirted by two pretty people. But there’s nobody else like you, I promise. Come on, let’s go find Daniel and head back before your grandparents find out.”

#Sean Diaz #Sean Diaz x reader #Life is strange #Life is strange x reader #Life is strange 2 #life is strange 2 x reader

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youllneverknowrac · 5 years ago

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Oscar Diaz- I love you

For @jeyramarie

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You sing along to the music that played softly as you got ready for your first official date with Oscar. You guys have been ‘dating’ for a while and did everything a normal couple would do since he claimed you, but it always bothered you that you two never shared a traditional first date or took the step of saying ‘I love you.’ You just didn’t want to be the one to say if first even though you did have those feelings for him. That’s why it had taken you by surprise when he asked you out earlier this week. Sure you guys hang out all the time and do other things together but you were excited to go somewhere and be with just him. Not Oscar and one his homeboys or Oscar and Cesar, just you two, all alone with no interruptions.

After styling your hair to your liking and getting your lashes to finally stick to the corner of your eye you head to the closet to try to find something decent to wear. You didn’t know where Oscar was bringing you but you guessed it couldn’t be something to fancy, that not being either of your guy’s idea of fun. You pull on a fitted white floral romper with a pair of lace up sandals to match before responding to Oscar’s text that he would be outside to pick you up in a matter of minutes. You hurry up and lotion your entire body, spraying a few spritz of perfume along your neck, as well as applying more of your signature lipstick. You grab the small crossbody bag and shove what you would need in it for the night before heading off down the stairs and outside to wait, home alone for the weekend so you made sure to lock up. You stand at the end of the driveway anxiously, wanting everything to go perfect tonight.

Oscar pulls to a stop in front of you and leans over to unlock the car door and push it open. You climb in and buckle up leaning over to kiss him in greeting,”Hey.” You grin and pull away.

“You look good mamas.” Oscar says, letting his eyes roam your body, never really seeing you dress up before.

“Thank you.” You blush, letting your own eyes look over him as well, Oscar in his usual attire so of course he looked good,”So can you tell me what we’re doing?” You ask giddily, your leg bouncing up and down in anticipation as Oscar begins to drive.

“Nah, it’s a surprise. You’re just going to have to wait.” He smirks, reaching over to grab your hand with his free one.

“It was worth a shot.” You sigh happily and interlock your fingers with his, looking out the window as he speeds down the roads. It all looked familiar so you had an idea of where he was taking you. Your guess correct when he parked on the side of the road next to the sea wall a few minutes later. You unbuckle your self and hop out of the car with your bag, the smell of salt water mixed with different kinds of street food instantly hitting you.

”We gotta look for the truck. He likes to move it around.” Oscar says as he walks around and approaches you, sliding his hand back into yours and now wearing a backpack. He leads you through the small crowds of people formed around each food stand, the vibe chill as music blasted from each section. You guys walk for a few minutes before Oscar points out the dark blue truck,”There it is. Best burgers in Cali baby.”You giggle at his excitement as he tugs you along,”Yo Pablo!” He shouts, banging on the side of the truck.

A older heavyset guy with tattoos covering his whole face emerges from the window,”What up Spooky?!” He grins reaching out to dap him up,”Who’s the lucky girl?” He ask, looking over at you and extending his hand once more.

“Hi. I’m Y/N.” You smile and reach up to shake it.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Pablo the owner of this wonderful establishment as I like to call it. What do you say I whip you guys up two of my most famous burgers?!”

You laugh and nod eagerly,”Sounds good to me.”

“Extra onion on mine oh and throw in a bottle of coke too.” Spooky adds.

“You got it.” Pablo says, slamming the window shut as you move to stand off to the side with Oscar in case anybody else wanted to order.

“This better be good.” You warn playfully as you reach up to fiddle with the cross that hung around his neck.

“I know good food and this is better than that.” Oscar smirks, his hands finding your waist and pulling you flush against him.

“Is it better than me?” You say flirtation dripping with each word.

“Nothing’s as good as you.” He says, his voice dropping as well as his hands, you let him get a good feel of your butt before you grab them and move them back up to your waist, not wanting to be seen getting felt up next to a food truck.

“No exploring hands...save that for later.” You tell him, leaning up to press your lips to his.

“I definitely will.” He promises, keeping a hold on you until the truck window is being slid open and his name is being called. The two of you walk back up, Oscar paying Pablo and saying bye before picking up the two burgers to go. You reach for the coke and let Oscar lead you further down the sea wall and to a path that led to the beach. You guys walk out a bit further and stop a few feet away from the shore. You help Oscar and take the food so he can pull a blanket out from the back pack and lay it on the sand. You can’t help but smile at his actions, loving the fact that he actually seemed to think this little date through.

You place the items down before taking a seat, Oscar sitting himself next to you,”Thank you for taking me out today.” You say and hand him his wrapped burger with extra onions.

“I should have done it earlier.” He says, beginning to unwrap it, as do you.

“No, things play out how they are suppose to, so this was the perfect time to take me out.” You say, not wanting him to feel bad,”I love that you brought me here...and the food does smell delicious. Now I just gotta try it.” Oscar nodding and not pressing the date subject any further.

“You gotta take a big bite, get all the flavors and shit.” He instructs

“Okay, okay.” You say and bring the burger to your mouth, taking the biggest bite you could.

“Whatcha think?”

Delicious was a understatement but you couldn’t exactly say that so you hold your hand up, chewing the food up as much as you could so you won’t choke from how much of it was in your mouth,”We’re definitely coming back, it’s so good.” You laugh as you wipe your mouth not caring that your lipstick was probably a mess.

“I told you.” He laughs and proceeds to eat his own burger, the two of you sharing the coke as you eat in comfortable silence, looking out at the waves.

“I can’t finish it.” You say, the midsection on your romper feeling like it’s going to bust open,”Here.” You say and let Oscar grab the last few bites that remained, eating it quickly.

You groan, feeling so full as you lay back against the blanket, the stars shining bright. When you notice he’s done eating you shimmy over and put your head in his lap, now looking up at him,”Hi.” You say softly

“Hi.” He chuckles in response, his hand caressing your face,”Up for a walk?”

“Sure.” You smile and sit up. Oscar gathers the trash and heads to a nearby bin to toss it away as you get the blanket and shove it in the back pack once again, deciding to throw your sandals in there as well.

“I’ll take that.” Oscar says when he walks back, grabbing the bag from you and placing it on his back. You hold onto his arm as you guys walk to the shore, the water barley reaching as you walk along it.

You let go of him a few minutes in and walk a bit ahead, letting your feet get soaked,”It’s still so cold.” You squeal before running back up to Oscar who had stopped walking and insisted on just watching you.

“You really do look beautiful tonight mami.” Oscar says suddenly as you reach him,”I don’t know how someone like you could fall for someone like me.” He tells you truthfully.

“I fell for you because you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met Oscar. That’s how.” You tell him quickly, not liking the fact that he thought he wasn’t good enough for you.

He sighs contently and rests his hand on your cheek, looking deep into your eyes,”I love you Y/N. I think I’ve know for a while but after tonight I can’t see myself with anybody but you. I want you and only you forever.”

You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face as he said those words, jumping up and wrapping your arms around his neck,”Took you long enough.” You say before kissing him deeply,”I love you, Oscar.” You mutter against his mouth, not wanting to break the kiss. It’s like fireworks went off, this night couldn’t have gone any better. After tonight there was no question that you were completely his and he was completely yours.

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