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writtenfangirl · 1 year ago

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Treasured Memories pt. 2

Part 1

Now that we have Y/N moving in with Charles, we gotta have a story about the fun they have living together. I wanted to try something new and see if the format of mixing social media posts with little drabbles would work. I used a different generator for this than I normally use so please bear with me if you see any mistakes

It was only 7:30PM and Y/N was already in bed. She wasn’t particularly tucked in, nor was she wearing her pajamas but her head was laying peacefully on the pillow, their blanket haphazardly covering her legs.

She wasn’t asleep at all though. Her mind was alive, waiting for the moment Charles came home.

Her phone was hidden behind a stack of books on her nightstand, recording her every action.

Everyday at 7:30, Charles came home from his training session to have dinner with Y/N. Sometimes, she would cook pasta but tonight, she’d requested dinner at the little bistro across their apartment. He never missed a dinner with her and Y/N didn’t either.

Like clockwork, Y/N heard the sound of jingling keys in the front door. She winked at her camera before she shut her eyes.

There was the sound of the front door opening, followed by a swift, “Amore? I’m home,” echoing throughout the apartment.

Y/N resisted the urge to say anything, focusing her mind so that her breaths were even and her face was peaceful.

Well as peaceful as can be when she was trying not to laugh.

“Amore?”

Y/N heard the sound of Charles’s footsteps shuffling across the apartment. She knew almost instinctively where he was going to look for her. Her office first, then the kitchen before heading straight to their bedroom.

“Amor—“ She heard his footsteps stop as their bedroom door opened.

She could practically imagine her boyfriend’s cute frown at seeing her sleeping form. “I can’t believe you’re already asleep, amore. It’s only 7:30.” His words were low, uttered in a whisper she strained to hear.

But Y/N didin’t reply. She kept her breaths even and her face straight.

“And you’re even wearing makeup. Amore, you can’t sleep with your makeup on. You’ll hate yourself in the morning.”

But Y/N didn’t stir and she heard Charles’ sigh.

She wondered what her boyfriend would do. Would he wake her up? Tuck her in? Or would he be annoyed at her?

Instead, she heard the sound of Charles’s footfalls, followed by the sound of their bathroom door opening and the sound of things being moved. She opened an eye, frowning at the camera as she did so before she quickly returned to her previous peaceful expression upon hearing Charles turn the bathroom lights off.

What was he doing?

When she felt something wet hit her cheeks, her eyes immediately shot open. Charles was standing over her, a damp cotton pad in his hands. “Amore, you are awake?”

“Charles, what are you doing?” Y/N asked incredulously as she stared at the cotton pad.

“Removing your makeup! You use micellar water, yes?” He replied innocently, causing Y/N to let out an incredulous laugh.

“I can’t believe you know that!”

“Of course I do!” Charles said, sounding almost offended at the insinuation that he didn’t, “I watch you do your skincare every night! After you remove your makeup, you wash your face twice. Then you do toner, your first serum, your second serum, a hydrator and then moisturizer. If it’s a Tuesday and a Thursday, you wear an overnight mask.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “Oh my god. You know my nightly skincare routine!”

“I know the morning one too.” Charles said smugly. “Now why were you pretending to sleep?”

“I was filming a TikTok!” Y/N laughed, pointing at her phone that was hidden behind the stack of books.

“Amore,” Charles tsked but there was no real sound of disappointment in his voice. His lips were pulled in a smile and he was beginning to laugh too. “Your pranks are so ridiculous!”

“It wasn’t a prank! And I’m sure your fans would fall even more in love with you at this video. Pierre’s going to call you a simp!”

But Charles just laughed. “We have to remove the makeup on the other cheek too or else your foundation will look uneven.”

“I can’t believe you know what foundation is! Charles Marc Herve Percival Leclerc, you’ve always been attractive but you have never been more attractive to me than you are now.”

Charles laughed that happy sound that Y/N always memorized in her head so she could look back on it whenever she was sad.

The curl of happiness that wrapped around her heart at the thought that her attentive, amazing boyfriend knowing exactly what he needed to do to make her happy was a feeling Y/N knew she wouldn’t feel with anyone else.

If there was one thing Charles hated in this world, it’s Y/N’s job.

Though, hate may be too strong a word. He actually greatly admired Y/N’s job and her selflessness. So really, he didn’t hate her job. More like he didn’t like how it made him feel.

Of course he understood that Y/N was a career woman and her job was important. While Charles’s role as an athlete was important to him and to the people around him, Y/N’s job as an international journalist was actually and objectively important to the whole world.

As an international correspondent to the BBC, she went to different corners of the world to inform people about what was happening to other parts of the globe, may it be famine, war or disease. Journalism was her passion and her ambition was encompassed by the compassion she had for other people. After all, Y/N always believed that the world would be a much kinder place if people just knew a little bit more about other people. And while Formula One is one of the most dangerous sports in the world, it certainly beats Y/N’s assignment last week of going to Afghanistan in the middle of the Taliban taking over the country.

He hadn’t seen her in a week and due to the spotty cell reception, he hasn’t heard from her either. Just the occasional text letting him know she was still alive and well. The only time he got to see her was when he tuned in to the BBC last night to hear her live report.

While race weeks usually plagued him with thoughts of strategies and winning, this weekend, his thoughts were consumed by Y/N.

She’d promised she’d watch him this week in support but Charles didn’t care if she’d miss it at all. All he cared about was whether or not she’d come home in one piece.

“You okay, mate?” Carlos asked him after they were dismissed from their media duties to prepare for tomorrow’s race. “You seem distracted.”

He was distracted. He could barely focus on today’s qualifying and because of his distracted state of mind, Charles wasn’t paying attention when a flag was waved to slow him down, causing him to impede on Alex Albon’s qualifying time. He was given a five place grid penalty and because of that, he was forced to start at P7 rather than his original P2.

Then there was the fact that immense pressure was riding on him today. After the summer break, Ferrari’s updates and improvements on the car showed promise, with Charles and Carlos performing well during yesterday’s practice session. The gap between Max and Charles during qualifying was only 0.021 and Charles knew that if he started at second tomorrow, he had a real chance of winnning. Now his job of winning was significantly harder starting at P7.

But he couldn’t think about those things. Not when his girlfriend, the love of his life and the woman he fully intends on marrying, hasn’t spoken to him in days.

“I haven’t heard from Y/N in three days,” Charles said with a sigh and a frown. They should be on the way back to the Ferrari motorhome but Charles wanted to apologize to Alex for impeding his time and Carlos had chosen to stay with him.

“Did you fight?” Carlos asked.

“No. She just has bad reception. I usually get at least a text a day but I haven’t heard from her at all.”

“Maybe she’s just busy?” Carlos offered. “Where is she anyway?”

“Afghanistan.”

“Oh.” And Carlos’s answering frown had the lead in Charles’ stomach sinking further.

“You don’t have to say it. I know it’s dangerous.” He’d heard it said by his mother, his brothers, Fred and even by Y/N herself. It’s a dangerous place right now but Y/N had always been hard-headed. She went wherever she was needed and right now, she was needed there. Her report on the current plight of women trying to get an education under the Taliban’s regime could prove integral in garnering international support and Y/N would sooner rather drown herself than leave these women alone if she knew she had the ability to help.

“Y/N’s always been a badass, mate. She’ll be fine.”

But Charles didn’t know that she’ll be fine. It’s hard not to believe in Y/N when she had so much belief in herself. She really was a badass. But it still didn’t stop Charles from worrying about her every chance he could.

Just then, Alex emerged from the media pen, momentarily distracting Charles from his anxious thoughts on his girlfriend. “Albono, I’m sorry—“

“It’s fine,” Alex sighed. “I know you didn’t mean it. If you did, you wouldn’t be here apologizing. Besides, after your penalty, I’m starting at a better position than you tomorrow.”

Charles sent him a tight smile. “Thanks.”

“Charles, is everything okay?” Albono asked him with a frown. “You seem… off.”

“It’s Y/N.” Was the only thing Charles said but he knew Alex understood enough.

“She’s in Afghanistan, right?”

Charles nodded.

“I watched her report last night. Cheer up, mate,” Alex said as he led their little group back to the motorhomes. “I’m sure she’s okay. Y/N’s a badass.”

“That’s what I said!” Carlos gasped.

“It’s cause she is. Charles, Y/N did a whole report in Myanmar to cover the military coup as it was happening. She was on the ground covering the protests in Paris as the people were actively rioting. The girl travels to active volcanoes and super typhoons to help garner donations to those who need it. She’ll be fine.”

But Charles simply sighed. He’s lost so much people in his life. He couldn’t handle it if he lost her too.

By the time they got to the motorhome, Charles’ spirits were being considerably raised by Carlos and Alex. Sure, he still thought about Y/N, it was hard not to. But he was feeling much better about his penalty and at least he felt better about something.

“Charles!”

Charles’ head snapped to the direction of the voice, his eyes widening in surprise as Y/N sprinted towards him with the widest smile on her face before wrapping her arms around him. Out of instinct, Charles’ arms wrapped around her torso, the smell of her perfume fillinf his senses. The relief that flooded him could only be described as euphoric as he felt the way she breathed, felt the tickle of her hair on his nose and how she was struggling to keep her tiptoed feet high in an effort to reach him. She was alive and well and she was here with him.

He could hear the laughter of his team, as well as Carlos and Alex cheering him on but right now, his senses focused on Y/N. At the feel of her in his arms and the way she was practically vibrating out of sheer joy.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” Charles muttered in her ear. “Thank god you’re okay.”

“I made a promise,” Y/N replied, her voice low enough for only him to hear before she pulled away and placed a soft kiss on his lips, one that had his toes curling in delight and his heart beating fast in his chest.

The rest of the garage howled and jeered as they kissed but he didn’t care about that. He also didn’t care about the fact that Carlos was maniacally laughing as he filmed their interaction and he cared even less about the reporters that were stationed just outside of the motorhome. He kissed her back with vitriol, her lips molding perfectly to his.

When they pulled away, Y/N had a wide smile on her face that Charles was sure mirrored his own. “I made it!”

“You did! I still cannot believe this, amore. Why weren’t you replying to my messages? You had me so worried!”

“Well, aside from the shitty service, I also left my charger back in Afghanistan,” Y/N said sheepishly, “I was on the way back when I’d realized that my phone was dead and I couldn’t do anything about it but finish the rest of my journey. I’m really sorry for making you worry, babe.” Y/N’s face was apologetic but he didn’t care. He was so happy at seeing her, at touching her, at feeling her that the very world could explode right now and he would die smiling.

“It’s okay.” Charles grinned before giving her lips a little peck. “I’m just so grateful and happy you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry to hear about your penalty too.” Her frown could only be described as cute in Charles’s eyes.

He couldn’t even care about his penalty, not when she was here with him. “Don’t worry about it. I have a good feeling about tomorrow.”

“Charles, are you sure about this?”

He nodded. “One-hundred percent, amore. You have two minutes.”

“Babe, I could grab a lot of books in two minutes.”

“It’s your birthday. Go crazy.”

She gave him a steady look. “You know, most boyfriends would just buy their girlfriends a pretty necklace for their birthday and be done for the day.”

He gave her a cheeky smirk. “Don’t worry, Y/N. You have a pretty necklace with a matching bracelet and earrings waiting for you at home.”

She rolled her eyes but not even a blind man could be convinced she was actually annoyed.

Charles didn’t seem to think so but in Y/N’s opinion, he spoils her too much.

Every birthday, anniversary and Christmas meant a lavish gift that in Y/N’s opinion was not necessary. He bought her a Ferrari last Christmas for crying out loud! And though Y/N was appreciative, she just wasn’t used to all of this. Even though Charles had tried his damndest to convince Y/N that the Ferrari was really a gift from the team and not him and that he didn’t even have to spend a dime to get that car, it was still too much.

It also didn’t help that one of Charles’s main love languages was gift giving and it was hard to convince him not to buy her so much stuff when he has a lot of money.

She recalled one time when Charles had gone inside a Rolex store to pick out a birthday gift for Lorenzo and she had gone with him when her eye had been caught by a watch. She didn’t even ask to see it, just simply looking at it through the glass when all of a sudden, Charles had asked the clerk if he could buy that watch as well only to give it to her when they exited the store.

He’s mellowed out over the past few years and has stopped giving her a gift simply for existing. But all that did was ensure that on special occasions when he was expected to give her a gift, he went all out.

This morning, Y/N woke up to flowers and breakfast in bed. When she was finished, Charles had made reservations for a spa day with her and her friends, with all expenses answered by a swipe of his card. When her spa treatments were over, he picked her up for a fancy dinner that probably cost more than Y/N’s yearly salary followed by a trip to the bookstore, where Charles had given her the chance to pick out any and all books for a two minute time period that he will pay for.

“You’re ready, amore?” Charles said as he set his phone’s timer to 00:02:000.

Y/N was more than ready. Books were expensive and though she would normally protest at all of the gifts her boyfriend would give, books were ones of the few things she would never say no to.

“I was born ready. Start the timer.” And then, almost in a blink, she zoomed across the bookstore, grabbing book after book and dropping it on one of the two baskets that Charles was carrying for her. She grabbed whole boxed sets, a plushie and even managed to snag a scented candle and a new e-reader in the process before the timer set off.

“Done!” Y/N squealed as she dropped her last book in the basket.

“I really underestimated you, amore,” Charles said as he struggled to lift the two baskets filled to the brim with books.

“You don’t get between me and my books, babe. You know that.” She grinned as she bent down and picked up the other basket to help him. “Besides, you specifically told me to go crazy.”

“You ran so fast, you were a blur.” Charles laughed. “Even faster than me in a Ferrari! I’m going to have to build you a new shelf for all these books.”

His words gave her pause. He was right. Her current shelf only had one last row before it was filled and then she’d have to get an entirely new shelf for the rest of her books. Maybe she should return the basket she was holding…

Upon seeing the look in her face, Charles stopped and gave her a glare. “Don’t even think about it, amore. You’re getting all these books.”

“But you’re right about the shelf—“

“I can afford to buy you a shelf, Y/N.”

“Yeah but still—“

“No ifs and or buts. We made a deal. Now, come on. Let me pay.”

“Babe, I think we broke the internet.”

Charles looked up from his phone as Y/N settled in on the couch, a giant grin on his face. “I think so too.”

“Maybe posting those pictures was a bad idea.” Y/N laughed as she turned the TV on. “People’s brains have collectively exploded. I mean, I have people at work calling me to ask if it was all true.”

“What did you say?”

“Of course I told them the truth.”

“I have the whole grid calling and texting to congratulate us.”

Y/N grinned as she scrolled through Netflix’s selection, clicking the movie that she and Charles agreed on. “Lucky for us, Pierre knows how to keep his mouth shut. I thought for sure he’d go running straight to Yuki.”

“You know,” Charles said as he continued to scroll through his phone at the explosion of texts and notifications, “I’m thinking of a social media detox tonight.”

“You mean to say after posting those pictures, we just turn off our phones and stop replying to everyone?”

Charles’s grin could only be described as devious. “Yes. That sounds like a great plan, in my opinion. We can turn our phones on tomorrow.”

Y/N’s answering smile was just as evil. “You’re right, babe. That is a great plan.”

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finnofamerica · 8 months ago

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The Next Future Mrs. Malcolm- Ian Malcolm X reader | Smut

Summary: Reader enjoys a very romantic night out with Dr. Ian Malcolm.

Word Count: 2,234

Date Posted: 03.25.24

Prompt: Could it be a smutty romantic fic of Ian with a GF with a praise kink?

TW: AFAB LANGUAGE USED, Toy use in public, dirty talk, praise, oral (giving)

Note: The toy Used is the Lovense Lush 3. Linked so you can get a visual.

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The package left on your doorstep was a large brown box unceremoniously taped closed. There was no return address, but you suspected you knew who it was from. See, your boyfriend Ian just got back from his book tour, and he loves to surprise you with a romantic night out.

You opened the box, the true surprise inside. There were several beautifully wrapped boxes of different sizes, each completed with a neatly tied bow. Sitting on the very top of the pile was a note.

Y/n,

Pamper yourself today. I’ll pick you up at 7:30 for dinner, and your outfit is included in the box. I can’t wait to see you, Beautiful.

Ian

You did exactly that. You spent the morning in the shower exfoliating, shaving, and doing anything else that you could think of in preparation for your surprise date. Ian had bought you an entirely new outfit—new lingerie that contrasted your skin beautifully and gave you the perfect amount of cleavage. A small box contained a pair of thin, silvery dangling earrings that looked like stars falling from the sky when the light hit them just right, as well as a matching bracelet. A large champagne-colored box contained the dress that hugged your body like a second skin. But there was another box, baby pink, wrapped in a champagne bow.

Your brows furrowed, and a complete outfit was sitting on your bed in front of you; you couldn’t imagine what was in this box. Gently, you untied the bow and opened the lid, a note falling from it as you did. Inside sat an oddly shaped hot pink silicone device. It was kind of egg-shaped, with a long, thin “tail” extending from one end to a small circle that had a button.

You inspected the smooth surface of the device before picking up the note. Ian gave you directions to the app to download and instructions on how to share control of the device. Taking it to the bathroom, you gave the device a quick wash with mild soap before setting it on a clean towel to dry and setting an alarm for six-thirty.

Your heart raced as you stood in front of the mirror, dressed in the gorgeous black body con dress that accentuated your features. The vibrator was surprisingly easy to insert with a little bit of lube, and the shape allowed it to sit inside your vaginal canal without slipping out; it was quite a snug, comfortable fit. The tail sat outside of your body, curling up toward your stomach, held against your skin by the crotchless panties Ian had bought you.

You inspected your appearance. You looked hot. Ian really knew how to dress you, and telling you what to wear was one of his favorite things. He wasn’t the type of guy who told you what to wear because he didn’t want other men to think you looked sexy. In fact, his intentions were almost the exact opposite. Ian loved buying you clothes and dressing you because he wanted other men to be jealous. He wanted to show you off to the world and show them the gorgeous woman he bagged.

Seven-thirty on the dot, there was a knock at your door. Ian stood on the other side, towering above your short stature, with a single rose, dethorned, and a mischievous grin on his lips.

“Hi, Sweetheart,” He scanned your outfit and caressed your cheek, “Don’t you look beautiful.”

You couldn’t fight the smile on your face as heat rushed to your cheeks. He’d just arrived, and he was already turning you into a melty puddle of girl goo. “Thank you.”

“Spin so I can get the full view.”

You obeyed his request, turning slowly as he inspected you. The second your back was fully turned, he landed a swift smack to your ass, making you yelp.

“Just as I thought,” he mused, “You’re perfect.”

His praise filled you with warmth and an inexplicable desire to please. You were frozen in place as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “And after dinner, I’m ruining that beautiful makeup of yours.”

And there it was. A rush of arousal shot through you, making you shiver in anticipation.

“Are you ready to go?” You asked, swallowing down your nerves and taking his hand.

“Just waiting on you, Beautiful,” He grinned, leading you downstairs to his car.

The restaurant wasn’t the fanciest in town, not that that mattered to you. You didn’t care if you went to an Olive Garden as long as you were with Ian. It was a lovely white tablecloth restaurant located on the bay with outdoor seating that overlooked the sea. Once parked, Ian reached underneath your dress and turned on the vibrator, connecting his Bluetooth to it so he could control the vibration.

The lowest setting was a soft steady rumble that pressed against your G-spot with every step as Ian led you to the host stand.

“I have a reservation for Dr. Malcolm.” He said suavely.

“Oh!” The host beamed, “Right this way, we have your private table ready.”

She led you both outside to the patio seating, half of it blocked off with beautiful flowered hedges on rolling planter boxes. You passed through the deliberate gap in the hedges, your table sitting center in the decorated space.

“Ian,” You squeezed his hand, nerves crawling up your spine, “This is so fancy.”

Of course, by fancy, you meant expensive. Expensiveness made you nervous - guilty. You didn’t want to be a financial burden.

“Hey,” He gave you a comforting smile, “Only the best for my gorgeous girl.”

You let out a shallow breath, letting him guide you to your chair. He pulls it out for you like a gentleman before scooting you in.

“Here are your menus,” the host said, placing the hard-covered menu books on the table. “Your server will be by shortly.”

Every aspect of the dinner was lovely, only heightened by the vibrator buzzing inside you. Throughout dinner, Ian had adjusted the settings, making it difficult for you to sit still, but somehow, you managed. You were more worried about wether or not there would be a wet mark on the butt of your dress from how much you felt like you were soaking.

The vibrator suddenly stopped, making your brows furrow in confusion. You honestly missed the sensation now.

“Y/n, I often used to make jokes about how I’m always looking for the next future ex-Mrs. Malcolm. But I’ve realized I don’t want another Ex-Mrs. Malcolm.” He paused, and your heart sank. Was he breaking up with you?

“I just want the next Mrs. Malcolm.” Ian got down on his knee. Your breath caught in your chest. “I want you to be the next Mrs. Malcolm, and I am determined to make it last this time. Will you marry me?”

Tears welled in your eyes as you nodded. You hopped out of your chair and pulled him into a hug.

“Yes, I will.” You kissed him, refusing to let your tears spill over and ruin your makeup. Ian slipped the beautiful moss agate ring on your finger and kissed your hand. You chuckled, “For a second there, I thought you might be breaking up with me.”

Ian laughed as he helped you back to your seat, “I don’t want to break up with you ever.”

Finally, the bill was settled, and the server brought out dessert and two glasses of sparkling wine.

“Congratulations, you both,” The server, Richard, bid his farewell as you enjoyed the final moments of your meal.

You were completely filled with warmth as Ian drove you both back to your shared apartment. The second the door clicked shut behind you, Ian’s lips were on yours, and his arms wrapped around you.

“Ian!” You protested with a giggle, “Can we at least make it to the bedroom first?”

“I don’t know, Sweetheart,” He growled slightly, “You just look so damn good as my fianceé. I can’t wait to make that makeup run.”

Arousal rushed through you again, practically making you salivate. You managed to separate yourself from him just long enough to get to your knees, hastily undoing the belt to his sleek dress pants, freeing his thick member.

Ian let out a groan as you licked him root to tip before taking the head of his cock in your mouth, smudging your recently reapplied lipstick.

“Fuck you’re good at that,” His hand fell to your hair, pulling the strands away from your face. “I remember we we first got together, you could barely get it in your mouth without gagging.”

You relaxed your throat, inching your way down his cock until your nose pressed to his groin.

“Look at you now.” He praised, “Deepthroating like a champ. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Ian slowly rocked his hips, gently fucking your mouth as you forced yourself to sit on your hands and relinquish control to him. You loved pleasing him, listening to the string of praise falling from his lips as he fucked your throat until tears spilled from your eyes, and arousal was practically pooling on the floor underneath you.

“I need to feel you,” He pulled his cock out with a satisfying pop, helping you up from the floor. Ian stripped off his shoes and pants before ushering you to your bedroom, swiping the boxes off the bed. “Be a good girl, and let me strip you.”

You gave him a grin, turning so he could unzip your dress, letting fall to the floor around your heels.

“You’re so beautiful,” Ian praised, running his hands over the lacy lingerie that he’d picked out for you. Large, warm palms cupped your breast as he kissed your shoulder, taking his time with you. You let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling, relaxing into his touch. He undid the clasp to your bra, letting that, too, fall to the floor, leaving you in nothing but crotchless panties and heels.

He laid you down on the bed, pulling out the vibrator with a wet pop and tossing it to the side. Your hands fumbled with his shirt buttons as he caressed your pussy.

“So wet already, Sweetheart?” He teased, making you huff.

“You’re the one who teased me the entire dinner,” You spat back, pushing his shirt off his shoulders, light glinting off your new ring.

Ian stroked his cock twice before lining the head with your entrance; you let out a breathy sigh as he slid in with ease. As always, his cock filled you to the brim, making you feel pleasurably stretched out. He kissed down your neck to your shoulder as he slowly pumped in and out, taking his time, allowing the pleasure to build in you.

“God, you feel so good.” He praised, reaching over to grab the Hitachi wand sitting on the bedside table, slotting it perfectly between the two of you. Even the lowest setting built a wave of pleasure in you, “I missed this pussy on my tour. Next time, I’m bringing you with me so I can have it every night.”

You rolled your hips up into his, moaning softly. “I’d like that. I love pleasing you.”

His lips met yours again, moving in unison as each thrust pressed the vibrator harder against your clit.

“Ian -“ you whined slightly, wanting more from the vibrator between you.

He turned it up to the next setting, stating his condition, “You’re not allowed to cum until I tell you to.”

You nodded helplessly, grinding into the vibrator. Ian picked up his pace, clinging to you like you were the last life preserver on a rocky ocean. Each wave builds that pleasurable pressure within you. A hot coil of arousal burning in the pit of your stomach.

“Ian -“ You moaned, this one like a warning. “Ian, please, I can’t last much longer.”

He gripped your hips as he leaned up straighter, one hand holding the vibrator in place. “Come for me, Y/n, be a good girl and come for your Finacé.”

It was like he pulled the ripcord as your building orgasm released and your entire body spasmed around his cock.

“Good girl.” Ian praised. His name fell from your lips, fragmented by moans as he turned up the vibrator again, fucking you stupid. “Good girls get rewarded.”

It was like you were floating into space as he held the vibrator to your oversensitive clit. Every thought left your mind as you drooled into the pillow, riding out the aftershocks being sent through you. Another orgasm built in your core as he continued to rock into you, washing over you the second it hit its peak, no longer able to maintain control. It was wave after wave of orgasms rolling through your body. It wasn’t until you hit your fourth that Ian’s hips finally stuttered as he spilled his seed deep in your cunt.

He collapsed on the two of you, turning off the vibrator and removing it. His heart pounded in his chest against yours as you regained your breath and your soul returned to your body.

Ian peppered kisses to your cheek as he held you close, both of you exhausted from your romp.

“Good night, future Mrs. Malcolm.” He whispered in your ear as you both drifted off into a very restful night of sleep.

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tieronecrush · 1 year ago

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hot & heavy

chapter thirteen: hot blood & heavy memories

neighbor!joel x f!reader

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series rating: E (18+ MDNI)

series summary:

over the course of three summers, joel miller becomes woven into your life. the first summer is spent falling for him; nannying his daughter and sneaking around with him in a burning love affair. you know how you feel about joel, he isn’t so sure about how it all is gonna work. the second summer is brief. a month spent at home after graduation and before you move to boston for your dream job. one look at you, one time hearing your voice, and joel is hooked again. he pines over you for that month, but you think — how is long distance of over a thousand miles going to work for a single dad? the third summer, you return home burnt out and pride bruised from your post-grad life. you need time to feel at home again, like your complete self, so you’ve come back home with no return ticket booked. it’s only a matter of time before joel seeks you out, slowly spending more time with you. without an inevitable end to the summer looming over you both, what chances are you willing to take?

word count: 9.4k

warnings: NO OUTBREAK (don’t need to worry about the mushies), no use of y/n, inexperienced reader, age gap (joel is 30/31, reader is 22), canon-divergent (sarah is 7 y/o), nanny au, pet names (sweetheart, darling, sweet girl, mariposa, etc.), feeling familial and self-pressure, established relationship, spanish cause joel is latino, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected p in v, soft joel, possessive joel, struggling with self, discussion of parenting, angst, ARGUING!!!! but petty arguing, and probably more!

a/n: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. life just hit me with a bunch of shit and writing fell to the wayside but here this is, the penultimate chapter! final one should be coming next week <3 thank you all for the love on this fic! and thank you bestie @northernbluess for beta reading <3 love ya!

Joel turned over this morning, his arm reaching out across the bed only to be met with the feeling of cool sheets against his skin. Sunlight blinded his eyes as he slowly opened them, adjusting to the light flooding in from the pulled curtains. A groan rumbled his sleep-coated voice awake, his ears waiting to hear you from the bathroom, gloating about how you managed to wake up before him.

Nothing ever came. He looked over his shoulder, the door to the bathroom wide open and the bedroom door left opened a crack. Glanced around with no sign of you, a wave of loneliness washed over him.

For a split second, his brain justified it all as a dream. Told himself that when he wakes up — actually wakes up — you’d be sleeping there next to him, curled up under his arms, waking with that smile of yours that blinds him more than the morning light. He’d run his hands along your spine as you elongate in a stretch, your fingers immediately finding his messy curls to push them back into place. It’s what happens every morning that he has with you. This one should have been no different.

But it was, there’s no you to wake up to, already gone from the bed and possibly the entire house, retreated to your space to give you and him some. Floods of memories from late last night came back to the forefront, him standing in the middle of the living room, your face wounded and confused. The thought of hurting you made his skin crawl, but the replay of the words spewed back and forth has ice formed in his chest again, shutting down the part of him who would do anything to make it better. He hates that about him, the part of him that finds himself right in every situation, the part of him that tells his mind that he’s protecting you, your life you’ve built together — he knows it’s for himself.

He knows, in his gut, that he’s scared.

Maybe he should have heard you out more, but fear overcame him — fear of the unknown, fear of loss, fear of him fucking up the best thing that has happened for him since Sarah was born.

But he knows he won’t admit that, won’t let doubt back into your relationship. There’s been enough of that, and he wants everything to stay as it was.

He’s not a man of change.

When he descended the stairs, there was a sharp ache in his ribs, pausing on his way down to grab at his side. Body anxious to find out if you had left entirely, the pain a reminder of his craving for you, a physical reaction to being apart.

The sound of your voice traveling from the kitchen to his ears was a relaxing balm, the ache dissipated the more he heard you speak to Sarah, laughing and excitedly discussing the plan for the aquarium.

Eagerness pricked his brain at that; the fact that you were still coming excited him. Maybe things would simply go back to normal today, that everything would be forgotten and he would be able to swallow the fear sitting in his throat.

God, was he wrong.

You woke that morning, Joel’s broad shoulders melted into the mattress and the expanse of his t-shirt-covered back met your eyes. Restless the whole night, never did you wake up to find him facing you, an arm slung over your side, or any movement to be closer.

Gnawing at you was the thought of simply brushing things under the rug, mending what was broken last night during the argument, and fixing things to make it all better.

If you make things copacetic, then maybe he would feel ready to tell your family faster?

The louder part of you — the one burning inside your gut and boiling your blood when you remember how he dismissed you the night before — told you to keep your mouth shut. That everything will only reach a breaking point if you continue on the path that you two are on.

Why does he get to decide the timeline of your relationship without any sort of discussion? You deserve the same respect and promise that you give to Joel.

God, what if he really isn’t ready for a future with you? What is holding him back?

You spent an hour laying in bed, fighting yourself back and forth between cleaning everything up between the two of you, agreeing to whatever Joel wanted to simply make it normal so you could enjoy the day, and standing staunch in your anger toward him and keeping your ground, you know that your feelings are valid.

To distract yourself, you slipped out of bed, leaving Joel behind, and wandered downstairs to make some coffee for yourself and breakfast for Sarah. Not long after you got some pancakes started, the sound of tiny, lightweight steps descended the stairs. A mop of curls rounded the corner, Sarah with a bright smile on her face when you greeted each other good morning.

After you served up some pancakes for her, the heavy steps you recognize so well tumbled down the stairs, sending a wave of annoyance to your peaceful morning. You glanced up at Joel when he entered the kitchen, flicking your eyes to Sarah distracted by the book in her hands and the plate in front of her.

Joel approaches you to your side, standing slightly behind to reach over to the cabinet with the mugs in it. As he leaned over, his head turned and moved toward your cheek, lips pursed. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him and swerved out of the way, turning around to make your way over to the table to sit with Sarah.

God, does he think after last night he can waltz in here and try to kiss you good morning without any sort of apology first?

He’s got his head up his ass, clearly.

Coffee poured, Joel shuffled over to the table, sitting across from you with a long sigh. The rest of breakfast is filled with avoiding his attempts at touches, a hand across the surface, legs brushing underneath. Sarah told you both about what happened in her book and after, excitedly made a plan for the aquarium and what animals were must-sees.

Questions from Joel were answered with one word, his own attitude seeping into his voice with clipped answers given back to you. Sarah was none the wiser, or at least didn’t mention it, and you left shortly after your coffee was finished to change and shower at your own place.

The car ride to the aquarium was only filled with conversation that involved the younger Miller, your hands clasped together in your lap, and Joel’s own gripping the steering wheel. Tension in the cab of his truck was palpable between the two of you, thick with defiance for the other person.

If either of you were known as one thing, it was stubborn.

And stubbornness is what has brought the two of you to stand in front of an expansive wall of glass, a rainbow of tropical fish gliding through the deep blue water and coursing around growths of coral and seaweed, a few feet apart with Sarah pressing her hands against the glass and pointing out all of the fish she knows from Finding Nemo.

You hike the strap of your bag up onto your shoulder, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch as Joel shifts his weight back and forth on his feet, his own arms woven together against his chest. Even with quick glances, you can tell his jaw is clenched, his brow furrowed, shoulders taut and tense. With the last look toward him, you catch his stare, emotion unreadable.

His arms move to uncross, his feet shifting his weight forward in a step that seems like it’s coming toward you. In a flashing second, you’re moving away from his step, avoidance at the front of your mind while the glisten of water shines in your field of vision, tunneled around Sarah. You stand behind her, holding onto her shoulder while you listen intently to her spewing off facts about some of the fish.

With a look over your shoulder, Joel is across the room, reading about the coral reef habitat. Pulling your attention again, Sarah moves from under your touch, taking your hand and leading you toward her dad and onto the next. While the three of you are walking together, Sarah links you together holding both of your hands and tugging you toward one of her must-sees, the Beluga whales.

There’s a crowd in front of the smaller viewpoint into the tank, leaving you to stand and wait on the outskirts of the group. Joel’s shoulders slump, a huff of annoyance escaping his mouth as he rolls his head back with a quiet groan. The noises of frustration catch Sarah’s attention away from her attempts to sneak a peek at the adorably social animals.

“What’s wrong, Daddy?” she inquires innocently.

The dramatics make you roll your eyes slightly, reaching a hand out to brush Sarah’s curls back as you say, “Don’t worry about it, Sare Bear, Daddy’s in a grumpy mood today.”

The words taste bitter in your mouth, slicing malice in your voice as you turn to aim the comment toward Joel instead of Sarah. Locking your stare with his deep brown eyes, squinting in challenge to you. His head tilts to the side slightly, and you hold his glare with your own, waiting for his own flay of you.

Joel rolls his eyes, shaking his head slowly before he turns to Sarah, plastering a tight, comforting smile on his face.

“Why are you grumpy, Daddy? You get to see all the cool fish today and sharks and dolphins. It’s fun!” Sarah grins, satisfied with her pitch for him to start having fun.

“I’m alright, mija, and I’m excited to learn about all the animals from you,” Joel explains before he turns his head toward you, “I think I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed — right, Mari?”

Fucking smart ass.

You bite your tongue, ignoring the pointed comment, and keep your eyes trained ahead, pointing to an opening where Sarah can sneak in to see the belugas. It leaves you and Joel standing alone again, an opportunity arising for a moment of confrontation for him.

“Is it gonna be like this all day?” he questions, irritation evident in his tone and his body language — hands on his hips, one leg popped out to the side, and a scowl on his face.

“I don’t know, Joel. Why don’t you ask yourself that question? ‘Cause you have your own panties in a twist if I’m hearing you correctly.” You turn away from him, focusing ahead again on the window into the tank, rolling your shoulders back and standing straight.

Mumbling under his breath, Joel relaxes his stance and watches Sarah, “Christ, you’re gettin’ on my nerves.”

That’s rich coming from him. He’s the one with such an attitude, he’s the one who was acting like a child last night, shutting down the conversation so he didn’t have to hear your side and then stomping off when you pressed on.

And now he’s saying that you’re getting on his nerves? For not letting everything be brushed under the rug?

Doubt worms its way into your mind while the three of you continue to explore the aquarium. Space stays physically between you and Joel, the only fleeting touches when you get pushed together in crowds walking around or when Sarah makes the two of you get together for a picture on your camera in front of one of the tanks. No affection is exchanged, only a grudge simmering among you both.

He watches you with Sarah, walking ahead of him with your hand in hers, allowing her to run ahead and leave you behind. The expression on your face turns sour every time he saddles up next to you, alighting the flames of his frustration yet again.

“Can you stop acting like you’re in such a foul mood for fucks sake? We’re at the aquarium, should be enjoyable,” he grumbles to you, clenching his jaw and puffing his chest out.

“I am having a good time, Joel. Maybe you’re projecting your pissy mood onto me.”

Of course, now you’re denying it. He’s spent virtually the last three years with you, and you don’t think that he knows how to read you?

You’re being so unreasonable. Not even giving him a chance to make it up to you — not even letting him greet you this morning and try to make it better.

“My pissy mood? You’re the one who’s avoiding me and can’t even keep the disgust off your face when I stand next to you. And to add to it—”

“Enough.”

The conversation screeches to a halt there when you interrupt him, Sarah walking up with a bright smile on her face. The two of you lead off in another direction, toward the dolphin show with the trainers that you booked in extra for Sarah to see. At the time, it seemed like a great idea, but now, he’s praying that somehow it doesn’t happen so he can get to the end of this day faster.

Shuffling along the entrance path along with the other attendees, Sarah stands in front of you while Joel stands behind. His eyes bore holes in the back of your head, replaying the back and forth from the night before, the sinking feeling of waking up alone.

Are you ever going to give him a chance to talk to you about everything, or are you going to stew until you’re content?

Joel finds a free spot on the stepped seating, seeing over all the heads scrambling to find a spot. He leads the three of you up, centered for an ideal view. The arrangement ends up with Joel in the middle when he lets Sarah into the aisle first, broad-shoulder bumping into you when you sit next to him. You place your bag in your lap, toying with the clasps to keep your hands busy.

In a moment like this, you would normally lean into his side, your warmth blanketing him and you would be giggling with Sarah about something while your hand rests on his thigh or intertwined with his.

There’s a chill in the space you have attempted to create, his side feeling bare with the breeze of AC. He sits, focusing his hardened stare on the pool with trainers showing off the traits and quirks of the animals.

In his right ear, he hears your voice under your breath, “Would it kill you to throw on a smile about the fucking dolphins?”

So that answers his question. You’re going to stew.

Joel works his jaw side to side, a sarcastic smirk donning his face as he directs his words toward you at his side, “I am smiling.”

A laugh cuts through clapping from everyone surrounding you, your hand patting his denim-clad thigh in fake consolation.

“If that’s smiling, you’ve got a bad case of resting bitch face.”

The place on his leg where you touch burns for your hand to press against it again, and he clenched his fist in an attempt to will away the desire.

It’s easier with the anger simmering in his chest, more so at himself rather than you. Yes, you’re getting on his nerves, so fucking much today, but he also wishes he could go back to last night and just hear you out. Even if he didn’t really want to hear about it, it would be better than what he’s ended up in now.

He keeps his mouth shut for the rest of the show, putting a smile on his face when Sarah looks at him, pointing out and repeating everything that happened. It makes you laugh, sharing a grin with Sarah across from you, and the sound quells his annoyance for a moment.

The feeling comes right back in a different way when the show finishes, with everyone funneling down the stairs to get out, the three of you get caught in a jam. Joel huffs a breath out at the lack of spatial awareness from those surrounding him, annoyance rushing to the forefront of his mind yet again. You’re in front of him, gripping Sarah’s shoulders to keep her tethered, and the pressing of everyone all together brings you a mere inches away, Joel’s hand hovering over your waist out of habit.

As the crowd moves again, you direct Sarah to walk forward when a grown man pushes through some of the bodies, colliding with your side and causing you to stumble and nearly topple over Sarah. His hands immediately catch you by your waist, righting you to stand up straight and leave you with Sarah as he follows a few steps in the open wake of the asshole. The same feeling of anger sears in his chest, hurling it toward anyone who deserves it, even wanting to hurl it at himself, for even just a few minutes.

“Hey! Watch it, man! You just ran into my girlfriend and my daughter. Don’t need to be a jerk, everyone is trying to get out at the same place,” his voice carries over everyone, his hand landing on the guy’s shoulder and clamping down, “I think you and me are gonna wait here nicely. Until everyone gets out in front of us, it’s only polite, right?”

His smile is loaded with intimidation, keeping things light enough to keep attention away after the initial confrontation. You and Sarah walk hand in hand, and he hears a whisper from you as you pass, “Thanks.”

Fingers brushing against your back again when you walk away, he waits until the last person is out of the pathway before letting the man go, choice words exchanged with grumbles before Joel goes to find the two of you, standing in front of the nearby penguin exhibit. There’s a staff member at the edge of the habitat, lecturing about the little suit-and-tie animals when he approaches, standing near to you without reaching out again.

You shift anxiously next to him, feeling his stare at the side of your face. Ice-cold gaze stays trained on the aquarium staff talking to the small group gathered, Sarah has made her way to the front to listen intently and peer over the glass wall at the fuzzy younglings waddling around.

“And you know what is such a fun fact about penguins?” the lecturer asks rhetorically, “Penguins have long been upheld as an example of romance in the animal kingdom. When they pair off to breed, those pair bonds can last a lifetime. Just like so many amazing human relationships!”

Ha, of course, this is the spiel that you get stuck listening to with Joel standing right next to you. Out of all the times when you could have visited the aquarium, it happens when the two of you are fighting about exactly that — if it’s going to be for life.

Without a chance to bite your tongue, under your breath, loud enough for Joel to hear, you mutter, “Do you think they tell their parents right away?”

In your periphery, Joel’s head snaps to look directly at you, shoulders tensing, jaw clenching, and head shaking as he opens and closes his mouth a few times, gaping like a fish out of water. Before he can muster any response, the short lecture concludes, the staff member retreating through an ‘Employees Only’ door. Sarah bounds up to you both, grabbing your hands and dragging you to the front to look into the lives of the penguins.

“Look, come look!” Sarah leans against the glass panel, pointing over the top of it. Joel follows her finger to a small cluster of penguins, two adults and one little one, fluffy and grey. Turning over her shoulders to look at both of you one at a time, she giggles quietly and looks back at the animals, sharing her observation, “They’re just like us! Daddy, and then that one’s Posey and the little one is me!”

You’re better at reacting at the moment than he is, nodding along with a genuine smile for Sarah, always genuine when you’re with her, and asking her questions pertaining to all that she knows about penguins to shift the subject.

But Joel is stuck there, staring at the trio on the ice. They huddle together before one of the adult ones, the shorter one, the one that’s supposed to be you, waddles away to the edge and dives in. The little one eagerly trails after her, following suit while the larger adult, the one that is meant to be him — the father — waits for the pair to be together safely before he jumps in to join them.

A unit of three.

That’s what he’s got. What he wants. What he had?

Sarah’s observation replays in his mind, the reminder to him that it’s not only about him in all of this.

The two of you may be the ones fighting, maybe the ones attempting to stick it out over the other to avoid talking about everything and win, but it’s Sarah who has to watch it all happen. She’s already seen this when he was with Tiff, when she was a baby, but if it’s the same behavior of arguing and ignoring until someone caves, she’s definitely going to remember it now.

And she loves you so much. He couldn’t take being the reason she experiences more loss in her life. He saw what you leaving at the end of each summer did to her, and now, when you’ve been woven into their lives completely, how would she understand that ending?

He has to start thinking about her again, to put her needs first. And she needs someone like you in her life, even if this all ends with you not wanting to be in his.

Those thoughts consumed his mind for the rest of the day, continuing to give you your space, but at this point, it was because he was lingering back in slow steps while he thought back on this last summer with you, how it was the happiest he’s been, well, ever, and that it’s been the happiest he’s seen Sarah in a long time.

And no matter how you slice it, it all comes back to you.

Words sit in his throat when his truck pulls into his driveway in the evening. He climbs out to open Sarah’s door for her and tells her to run ahead inside. Rounding the car to where you’re standing at the passenger door, he sticks his hands in his front pockets, scuffing his boot across the concrete surface as he attempts to find what he needs to say.

Before he can speak, you do, exhaustion heavy in your tone, “I’m going to stay at home tonight. I think…Maybe we just need tonight to get some space after all that happened today.”

“Oh, um, yeah. Understood.” He nods curtly and turns away to walk to the front door, looking back and meeting your eyes as you do the same from his lawn.

“Um, would you say goodnight to Sarah for me, please?”

“Yeah, I’ll tell her, Mari ba—Night.” Joel watches as you turn around again, not looking back a second time while you traipse across to your lawn, wandering around the side to go to your own door. You disappear as you round the corner of your house, and at the last sliver of you waning from view, a dull pain aches in his chest.

Pressing a palm against his shirt, he drags himself inside and closes the front door behind him, turning to the sound when he hears Sarah’s voice before he sees her curls bouncing as she peers around from the staircase.

“Where’s Posey?”

“Oh, she’s gonna sleep at home tonight, Bug.”

Tossing his keys on the table, he turns back to his daughter and sees defeat wash over her face.

“Did Posey not have fun at the aquarium today?” Her voice is small when she asks, and the timidness hits the ache in Joel’s chest even harder.

He stammers out an answer, quick to explain away, “No, no, mija, of course, she had fun.”

Reaching a hand out to brush her hair away from her face, he bends down to be eye level with her standing a few steps up from the ground.

“I was worried. Especially cause she doesn’t usually go home right away, like, she stays with you, Daddy, and I thought maybe she wanted to go home cause she didn’t have fun and I feel like it would be ‘cause of me ‘cause I made her go with us cause I wanted her to go.”

Guilt draws acidic bile into his throat, drawing a sigh from his lips that he keeps quiet.

Of course, she isn’t stupid. She’s the smartest kid he knows, and he should have known that she would think something was going on. But her blaming herself is eating him alive, if he could only explain away everything to comfort her.

“Don’t you worry, Bug, Mari had tons of fun. She was jus’ tired after such a big day, y’know? I know she loved coming to the aquarium with you. She really likes spending time with you, mija.”

“I love having Posey around. She’s so cool, and she loves to hear about all my animal facts and all about my books. I love her!” Sarah beams, and Joel returns her smile with a tight grin, nodding as he comes to an agreement with one thing.

“I love her too, Bug.”

Sticky humidity is still thick in the air hours after the sun’s gone down. A spitting of stars litter the deep midnight blue sky. Moonlight and the warm, low glow of the back porch lights ripple across the surface of the pool water, blurring in your eyes as your stare unfocuses. Deep in thought and tunnel-visioned on the water, you don’t hear anything around you.

“What the hell are you staring at?”

The sound makes you jump, eyes focusing again with a few rapid blinks and heart rate pumping when you turn toward the side that the voice came from. Your brother, Chris, stares at you with an eyebrow raised and mouth tilted in confusion. A shake of your head grounds you fully, feeling the woven plastic material of the lounge chair against the skin of your legs exposed from your shorts. Seconds tick on with empty air hanging between the two of you, finally breaking through the noise in your head to answer him.

“Nothing, nothing. I was just staring.” You shrug and bend your knees to tuck your legs against your chest, swatting away a mosquito swarming around you.

“Okay…If you were starin’ at nothing, then you must’ve been thinkin’ about something. Or have you totally gone brain-dead?” Chris smirks as you laugh dryly at his poke, turning to the side when he takes a seat on the chair next to you.

Sometimes you hate how well he can read you. Why can’t he be the aloof and uncaring brother you always see on TV and in movies?

“Not brain-dead. Wish I could turn it off for a bit.”

“Well, can’t help you do that. But if it helps to unload any of the shit going on in there—” he gestures in circles around his head with one hand, “I’m happy to listen, sis.”

Something in the invitation, the open door that Chris has given you, parts the floodgates. Before you can second-guess it or overthink it, you’re spilling it all to your brother sitting across from you; the words continue, and it brings about that swirling mix of excitement and anxiety that stirs to life in your gut.

What is Joel going to say when he finds out you said something to Chris? What if this is the straw that breaks the camel’s back?

But it feels nice to be able to share — even the ugly stuff from the last two and a half summers, basically the last two and a half years. Part of you, of your life, has been kept secret from those closest to you and now you have finally made the decision, taken it all into your hands, and are saying something. Sharing how much you care, how much you love him.

A deep breath fills your lungs when nothing has been left unsaid, tears that went unnoticed through your recollection dry in ribbons against your cheeks. Chris sits there silently, his leg bouncing with nerves and eyes staring off as he drinks the information in. Another beat of cicadas chirping blankets the space in sound before he clears his throat and focuses his stare back onto you.

“I, uh, well, I think I knew, or I should say I had a feeling. I mean, not from the very beginning, but that first summer, you were like really sad going back to school and I have never seen you like that. And the only change was Joel being around,” Chris explains, fiddling with his fingers and silence overcomes the small bubble that the two of you created.

His words echo in your ears, replaying over and over until you can’t help but bark out a laugh, covering your mouth to muffle the uncontrollable sound. Tears from laughter wash away the evidence of sadness from minutes before, taking a moment to calm your breaths and wipe away the salty drops.

Shaking your head, a wide and incredulous smile on your face, you stare back at the light on the water and murmur, “God, I wish you could walk over to Joel’s and tell him that. Jus’ to give him a bit of a reality check. The longer we go on, the less slick we are going to become. And everyone, especially Mom and Dad, are gonna realize. I mean, you’re not even that observant and you had a feeling before we even were really together.”

Chris laughs quietly and shrugs nonchalantly, reaching an arm out to nudge you in your seat, “Y’know I would if you really wanted me to.”

You wave the offer off, looking over your shoulder to Joel’s house, the light from his bedroom peeking through the curtains. “Nah, we have to talk it out. I need to tell him all of what’s going on in here.”

Making the same gesture as he did, hand circling your head, Chris stands up and nods curtly. One of his hands finds the top of your head, patting it in the smallest of affections, “My other offer is to kick Joel’s ass if you want me to.”

“Oh, yeah? Think you could take him?”

“I know I could. ‘Specially if he’s being a jackass to my sister.”

Another shake of your head, and the first genuine and gentle smile of the last few days, close the conversation, eyes meeting Chris’s as your mouth ticks up in a soft smile, “Thanks, little brother. Love ya.”

“Any time, older sister…” he moves toward the stairs up to the deck and the sliding door to the main house, turning around halfway to add, “For what it’s worth if y’all can figure this out, I think he’d be lucky to have you. He’d be stupid to not make it work, but I think Joel’s a pretty smart man.”

“I’d like to think so, too.”

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, mija? Qué paso?” Joel glances in the rearview mirror as he comes to a stoplight. He left the worksite early to pick up Sarah from camp, ready to head home and find something else to occupy his mind until he ends up in bed alone and thinking about you.

Sarah meets his eyes in the reflection from her place in the backseat, grinning and batting her eyelashes, “Can Posey come over tonight? I want to show her the new pattern I learned for friendship bracelets. I think she would be so good at it, and maybe we could make some for each other. Do you think you can ask her to come hang out?”

Joel takes a long inhale before exhaling in a sigh, easing up the brake when the light switches to green. He thinks for a beat, the thought of you not even bothering to answer the message he would send to ask crossing his mind quickly before he dismisses it.

You wouldn’t do that. Not if it’s about Sarah.

You would come, and you would listen all about her day at camp, and you would make bracelets with her and watch whatever new TV show she’s obsessed with, and—

You would just be there. You’ve always been there.

Agreeing to ask, Sarah continues her discussion of what Katie did at camp while they were playing kickball for the rest of the drive home. Once she gets settled and occupied in her bedroom, Joel paces the kitchen, writing, deleting, and rewriting a handful of texts to you.

None of them seem right. And even if they did, there’s not a high chance he’ll be able to bring himself to actually send it.

That logic is why he is finding himself with his cell phone pressed against his ear, dial tones with your number on the screen reverberating against his eardrum.

Fuck, what if you don’t answer and he has to leave a message? He has no idea what to say.

What if you do answer?

His anxious spiraling screeches to a halt when the ringing stops and a shuffle comes over the line before he hears your voice.

“Hello?”

He takes a second too long before he scrambles to return your greeting, his legs carrying him back and forth in front of the kitchen cabinets. “Um, hey, hi, Mariposa.”

“Hi, Joel.”

Your voice curling around his name relaxes his shoulders, a breath of fresh air to hear that again, even if the last time was only just over a day ago.

“Did you…Hold on, sorry—” distantly, he hears you speaking to your nanny kid, catching himself smiling when he hears you being so nurturing.

Once you’re back on the phone, you ask, trailing off as you wait for him to answer, “Did you need something or…?”

“Oh, no. Not need, and not me. Sarah asked me today on the way home from camp if I would ask you to come over to hang out,” he cringes at how he sounds, “I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to—”

“I’ll come over. Is after seven alright? I have a late night nannying tonight.”

Joel stops in his path, a warm, oozing feeling spreading inside at the thought of you around again. He keeps his voice as level as possible, rubbing the back of his neck with his palm.

“Seven’s great, Mari. We’ll see you then, I’m sure Sare will be real excited,” he takes a beat before adding, “D’you, would you maybe want to talk after Sarah heads to sleep?”

Your sigh comes through his receiver, deflating his spirit the smallest bit.

“Yeah, that’s—I think it would be good to talk.”

“Good, good…Um, guess I’ll see you in a few hours then?”

“See you later, Joel.”

The next words hang on the top of his tongue, his brain hesitating for a handful of heart beats before they spill out.

“Love you.”

Dead air crackles in the speaker, and for a moment Joel thinks the call must have dropped.

“Love you too,” you return quietly, a wash of awkwardness coating the interaction before the two of you say your goodbyes again and hang up.

Three friendship bracelets later, and two rerun episodes of Sarah’s latest favorite show, it’s time for Sarah to head to sleep.

“G’head and say goodnight to Mari,” he nods toward you on the couch and Sarah walks over, flopping into your open arms and giggling quietly with you. Wrapping your arms around her in a tight squeeze, you kiss the side of her head and let her go.

“Night, sweet pea. Have a good sleep,” you smile softly at her as she stands up from the couch.

“G’night, Posey. Love you!” Sarah calls back as she runs over to climb upstairs, leaving you on the couch as your eyes find Joel’s in an instant.

You call out your own reply as quick as you can after the initial surprise, “Love you too!”

An involuntary grin spreads across your face, and he matches it, shrugging and opening his mouth as if to say something before he hesitates and follows Sarah up the stairs. Joel walks her up, waiting for her to brush her teeth before she gets into bed. He leans over, brushing back her hair from her face with a gentle smile and kissing her forehead.

“Goodnight, Bug. Dulces sueños (Sweet dreams),” Joel speaks low, reaching up to turn off her bedside lamp.

“Night, Daddy. Is Posey gonna pick me up from camp tomorrow? She hasn’t in a couple of days.”

Joel pauses, swallowing and looking at his daughter curled up in bed. His stomach turns as he has a final thought on everything regarding you. That even if he’s afraid of reality coming and crashing into you both completely, he needs to accept it. That you two can work through it together, but he can’t let you go for his sake and especially Sarah’s sake.

He loves you, so much, and there’s not a future he wants to have without you in it.

He wants you there for all the good days and bad, all the rest of Sarah’s milestones to celebrate with him. Her growing up, getting to high school, her first date, her graduation, her college experience. Everything.

All he wants is to have you around, plain and simple. No matter what comes along with that, he has to be ready for it cause he certainly isn’t ready to lose you.

“I’m not sure yet, mija. I’ll talk to her and tell you in the morning, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.” Sarah nestles further into her bed, curling the blanket under her chin and closing her eyes. Joel shuts out the lamp, walking to her door and looking back at her falling asleep.

“Te quiero, mija.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”

Closing the door quietly, he takes a breath at the top of the stairs, attempting to gather his thoughts. He paces small circles in the hallway, clasping his fingers into a fist and releasing it repeatedly. Tenson builds in his chest as anxiety pumps in his veins, lately it feels as natural as his blood circulating his body. Treads of his even steps leave footprints in the carpet, another deep breath taken before he descends the stairs and walks into the living room again.

Eyes finding you, he combs over your profile, down to your legs curled up underneath you on the sofa, watching whatever sitcom rerun was on. At the sound of his heavy steps, you turn toward him, pressing your lips into a flat line as you shift your position in acknowledgement. Joel’s steps stammer as he searches for a seat — the armchair feels much too far away from you, the pull he feels never dulled throughout your days arguing, and the spot next to you seems too close, not wanting to push the limits of getting you to stay and talk things out. Strangely, he settles on clearing one side of the hefty wooden coffee table, sitting in the empty space to be across from you.

Just close enough, but a comfortable amount of space between.

“Joel, what are you doing?” you ask as you sit up, the slightest hint of a smile on your face. He knows he probably looks ridiculous, all broad shoulders and sturdy legs fitting in the space between the couch and the table.

“Um, I didn’t know where to sit,” he answers honestly, shrugging with a soft chuckle, “The chair seemed too far, and I didn’t think you’d want me right next to you on the couch so…coffee table.”

A genuine giggle slips out of your mouth, your hand reaching up to cover your mouth. A grin lifts one side of his mouth, tension slowly dissolving from his chest, the warmth of the interaction melting the ice between the two of you. A shake of your head and returning your hand to your lap, you take a breath to collect yourself.

“You’re so weird. But I get the logic…” Your nerves show in the way your lacing and unlacing your fingers together, working your bottom lip between your teeth.

“So…” Joel starts, trailing off as he locks his eyes with yours.

“So?” you return, right eyebrow raising in curiosity.

“So, talking.”

“That is what we are doing, yes, Joel. Well, sort of,” you huff out a laugh again, the action lighting up your irises even in the dim, warm lighting.

“Sorry, sorry, I just—I have things I want to say but saying them is proving difficult.” Joel runs his hand over his face, sighing and curling his shoulders into his chest. “First things first, I’m sorry, Mari. I shouldn’t have dismissed you that night, I should have let you say your piece. And then I really shouldn’t have tried to act like nothing happened and then having an attitude with you at the aquarium. If anything, you were completely justified in giving me shit, I deserved it, I deserve all of it and more with the way I ignored your feelings. I’m so sorry, Mariposa.”

Silence falls over the room as he sits up straight, holding his breath as he awaits anything in response from you. Wringing his hands together, he reels in his mind over what you could say, what you could do.

Will you let him back in or will you just tell him it’s over? Is tonight going to go well, or sort of well, or be the worst night?

Joel is pulled out of his thoughts when your hands stretch across the gap, covering his own and stilling them in their anxious motions. His eyes flick to your face, a knowing look making him slip his hands from each other, turning one over and taking yours in his.

“You can take a deep breath, Joel. I know you’re spiraling about the worst case scenario, but I don’t want that. I promise.” You shoot him a comforting smile and give him a squeeze of his hand. “Thank you, for the apology. I feel like I owe you one too, mostly for the penguin comment…”

Joel laughs when you wince, head shaking back and forth, “That was a good line, darlin’, I won’t accept an apology for that. That was completely justified.”

“Oh my god, shush. Let me finish,” you swat away his response and continue, your hand still in his, “I feel like…What I wanted to tell you that night was that it makes me feel like you don’t want to be a part of my life, when you keep saying you’re not ready to tell my family. I love being in your life, I love Sarah and I love Tommy, as annoying as he is sometimes. And I love you, J. I love you so much, which is why it hurts so much when I have to keep this a secret from the people closest to me. I want them to know you as my Joel, not just neighbor Joel. I feel like all of this is supposed to tell me that maybe you don’t want to like…solidify everything with me. To have the future completely open for us.”

“No, baby, no. I don’t — Fuck, I feel so stupid. I want everything with you, I don’t want a future that doesn’t have you there, at my side or helping me through all the shit that life throws at us. I love you so much, Mari baby. You’re the best thing to come into my life since Sarah was born, and well, didn’t let her go and I’m not lettin’ you go. I just…I get so scared when I think about telling your family. I don’t know what their reactions are gonna be, I want to be exactly who they want for you, but I don’t feel like I can ever be what I think you deserve, so how are they supposed to feel? I guess it’s like we have still a sliver of something that is just ours, and I am terrified of taking that final step and fucking it all up. I can’t disappoint the people who love you, and I’ll be damned if I let you down. But I feel like I’m already fucking it up. And I don’t know what to do.”

“You’re not fucking things up, J. Yeah, you annoyed the shit out of me cause your head was up your ass, but that isn’t reason for me to give up all that we have built together.” Your free hand reaches up to cradle his cheek, searching his eyes before you continue. “They’re going to love you. They already do love you, baby.”

“That’s as their friendly neighbor, not the man who’s been secretly with their daughter for years,” Joel huffs and leans into your touch.

“I’m serious, they are going to love you as my man because you love me and you treat me right. Most times.” A wink brings the slightest smile to his face, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. “What if…what if we say we tell them by the end of summer? You can take a bit to get used to the idea, and we can figure out how to do it, and then we’ll have nothing else to worry about by the time Sarah starts school again and life gets stressful.”

Nodding, he smiles tenderly and leans in closer, slowly dropping from the coffee table to kneel in front of you. Joel brushes his fingers along your cheekbone, down to your jaw before he holds the side of your neck.

“I can get behind that idea, Mariposa. I don’t want to hold us back any longer.”

“You weren’t holding us back, J. You were just scared. But next time, you know you can talk to me right? I don’t want you to be feeling all that alone.” Looking down at him with doting eyes, you await for him to confirm.

“I know, Mari baby. Not gonna happen again. And you know you can tell me anything? Especially if you’re getting annoyed as shit with me.”

“You don’t want to know how often you do that, baby.” You smirk teasingly, and he can’t help but laugh, running his other palm up and down your thigh. Inches away, he stretches to nudge his nose against yours, tracing down to hover his lips over yours.

“I love you, Mariposa.”

“I love you too, Joel.”

His hand on your neck moves up a few inches to tilt your jaw toward him, connecting your lips in a delicate kiss. A sigh leaves your lips when he pulls away, your own hands reaching up to grip his shoulders and keep him close. Warm breaths meld together as the two of you sit in the thick of the moment, everything so silent he feels like you must be able to hear how hard his heart is beating.

The tension built over the last few days of avoiding touching or kissing or even being near each other snaps when you bow toward Joel, embracing him with more fervor. Your lips ebb and flow, heat growing between the two of you as hands skim over, groping everywhere that you were burning for each other’s touch.

Breathless and wanting, Joel shifts to stand, propping a knee on the couch next to you, all while keeping his lips locked with yours. You take the initiative to lay back, tugging on the sides of his t-shirt to drag him to hover over you. Legs spread for him to settle between, one of his arms propping himself above you, the other palming your breast through your shirt and bra. A whimper escapes from your mouth at the next breath, Joel’s mouth disconnecting from yours to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

He works to pull your shirt over your head, and you pull yourself off the couch to get the material off completely. In another motion, your bra is unclasped and tossed aside, his mouth finding the peaks of your breasts and sucking while his fingers give attention to the opposite.

“Joel..” you gasp when he tugs gently with his teeth, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him up to your lips again. Joel’s shirt comes off next, landing in a pile with your own clothes, feeling his bare skin against yours when he presses against you.

“Missed you so much, Mari baby. Never wanna be away from you again,” he whispers back to you, forehead against yours.

“Me too, J. Can I show you how much I missed you?” you proposition, his eyes lighting up with intrigue as he slowly nods. Your hands come to his shoulders, pushing him off of you to sit back on the couch. Fingers slip in the waistband of his pants, working his button open and zipper down, pulling the material and his boxers off. A relieved, nearly inaudible sigh leaves his lips, cock slapping against his stomach. His doe eyes find your face as you lick your palm and start slowly stroking him, quiet moans held back as his hand reaches up to stroke your cheek. You turn your head to kiss his palm before folding yourself over his lap, taking the tip of him in your mouth.

“Fuck, darlin’, so good to me. Don’t deserve you,” he praises you as you find a rhythm, bobbing your head as you shift your legs next to him. His hand coasts down from your head down your curved spine to your ass, grabbing a handful as he hits the back of your throat. A louder moan kicks from his throat, his opposite hand finding his mouth for him to bite on his fingers to stay quiet.

You push him to the edge only to pull away from him at the last moment, a muffled groan rumbling from his chest. He grabs you when you sit up, kissing you hard as he coaxes you to lay back.

“Love you so fucking much, Mari. So beautiful, so perfect,” he speaks against your skin, trailing kisses down your torso. He peels your shorts off of you, your panties following in their wake. His movements are rushed, but his affections slow and syrupy, oozing warmth inside of you along with his touches.

Spreading your legs, he lets out a deep sigh, licking his lips before he kisses your inner thighs, ghosting and tender against the velvety skin. Tiny whimpers leave your mouth while you watch him inch closer to where you need him, want him, the most.

“Joel, baby, please—” His thumb applying pressuring to your clit and moving in languid circles cuts you off with a moan, the sound cutting through the quiet of the house. He smirks from between your legs, shaking his head as he speaks low and raspy.

“Quiet, sweetheart. Gotta keep those pretty sounds to a whisper for me, okay?” he questions rhetorically, testing you when he drags two fingers between your folds, gathering your wetness and circling your clit again.

Without another response from you, Joel doesn’t waste anothe second before getting his mouth on your, lapping up your arousal and groanig to himself against your skin. Whines ring from your lips, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging before he slips his tongue into your entrance, fucking you slow with the strong muscle.

“Oh my god, J, feels so good. God, missed you so much. Few days too long not being able to touch you,” you punctuate the sentence with a whine, Joel switching it up to suck your clit and slip two fingers into you. The praise gives him a burst of need to satisfy, to prove himself capable of being the only one to make you feel this good. In another moment, he’s got you coming apart on his tongue, lapping up the sweetness of you.

You’re quick to pull him up for a messy kiss, whispers of nothing between the two of you while he thrusts inside your waiting entrance, filling you with a delicious stretch that sends your mind reeling. Deep, hard motions drive into you, one arm holding him above you and his lips locked with yours. Your hands explore over his torso, wrapping your arms around to his back and holding yourself to him. Pulling away, his eyes find yours with his lips part in heavy breaths, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Te amo, Mariposa. Te quiero muchísimo. Nunca más querrás pelear contigo. nunca quiero lastimarte. (I love you, Mariposa. I love you so much. Never going to fight with you again. Never want to hurt you.) Gonna protect you and that golden heart of yours, sweet girl.”

A wanton moan escapes from your parted lips, holding your gaze in his when you feel tears prick your eyes. Not able to figure out if it’s from all the emotion spilling out or from the pleasure he’s giving you, but something splits inside that opens the flood gates of your own feelings for Joel. In a second, your grip on him gives you the leverage to press him back to sit, straddling him as you start to ride him, the air thick and heavy with heat as Joel peppers kisses to your chest. He leans back against the sofa, tilting his head up to study your face while you fuck yourself on his cock.

He’s looking at you as if your God’s gift to the world — to him. That all of the shit he’s waded through in his life, it was all worth it to have you in the end. Knows he needs you, wants you desperately, for the rest of his life and would give anything to make that happen.

“M’gonna marry you, my beautiful girl. Made my life so much better from the second I met you. No puedo vivir sin ti a mi lado. (I can’t live without you by my side.) Don’t make me live another second without you. Gonna get you a ring and do all right for you, my Mari baby, but promise me you’ll be mine. Para siempre. (Forever.)”

You grip his shoulders tighter, moving your hips faster and looking down at him, one hand moving to caress his cheek.

“Siempre, baby. Always. I’d say yes to you a million times over. I promise, it’s you and me, J. I love you.” A handful of tears escape, and Joel is quick is wipe them away, kissing you deeply and nudging his nose against you as his warm breath spreads across your face.

Another beat of your hearts together, and you’re right at the edge, moaning his name quietly. He plants his feet to stay steady while he thrusts up into you, one arm wrapped around your waist.

“Gonna come, fuck, pretty girl. Feels so fuckin’ good.”

“Me…Me too, J. Oh my god—” you whisper back to him.

“Come for me, Mari baby.” The next second, there’s a crackling fire burning inside as hot pleasure spreads across your body, all the way through your fingers and toes. Joel stutters from under you, coming apart at the same moment as you. Ropes of his come paint yours walls, sweet moans spilling from his lips as he fucks you through it.

Falling out of the haze, Joel’s arms snake around you and hold you against him, your head finding the crook of his neck when you fall forward. He kisses your temple and rocks you gently, silence blanketing the room while you both catch your breaths.

Joel breaks first, rasp ringing in your ear, “I hope you know that doesn’t count as my proposal. Gonna do it all right for you, Mari baby. You deserve fireworks and rose petals and white doves flying around. Whatever you want.”

A giggle from you makes him smile, and you pick up your head to look him in the eye, devotion filling them and sending a tingle through his spine.

“I don’t need all that stuff, J. Jus’ need you to ask, and I’ll say yes.”

Your hand caresses his cheek, thumb brushing against his cheekbone as your match his smile.

“Love you, Joel.”

“Te amo, Mari.”

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Chapter Four: Wear my clothes

Javier Pena x m!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was Javier.

“I would love to.”

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

“See you at 7:15?”

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

After about a minute, his reply came through.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Coffee?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Javier.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I chuckled. "No promises."

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

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

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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redfoxwritesstuff · 4 months ago

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Sunflower: Book 1 (Complete)

Tom Hiddleston x ofc (Mia) Overall Rating: Mature with explicit smut at later chapters. Series warnings: Sexual content, drinking

(Note: Book 2 tentatively posting in late Oct.)

Summary: Las Vegas drew in people like him. Heart broken, lonely and rejected while his ex married someone else. Here he could be anyone though, flying under the radar of his skyrocketing fame. Las Vegas was home to people like her. Lonely, broke and with the weight of the world on her shoulders. There was never enough of anything except stress. She was one of the countless faces that lived in the shadow of the glittering lights. Two worlds collide in a drunken night neither can remember. What do you do when what happens in Vegas is a legally binding marriage contract between two strangers?

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, Bonus: Wedding night part 1, part 2

Sleepy Mornings (One Shot)

Tom Hiddleston x Shy!Reader Rated: PG13

Requested: Heyy, If you Take requests, Could i request a Tom hiddleston x shy reader. Them Waking Up together and cuddling and Kissing so basically fluffy?

Offering and Taking: Merdicking

Pairing: MerTom Hiddles x OFC Rated: Adult Warnings: Noncon, dubcon, kidnapping, Merdicks (Tom and his Merpeen both), crisis of faith, dark waters, fluids, algae covered rocks

Summary: Salena, with no ability to fight the merman who’s eye she had caught is forced to go with him. Torn between wanting to live and wanting to accept death, between fighting to remain pure or to experience the earthly pleasures of the flesh, she finds herself in a cave lit by glowing plants of the likes she’d never seen. For better or worse, she doesn’t have to make any decisions herself for he knows exactly what he wants to experience.

The offering, The taking, The keeping

Extra Credit (On Shot)

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC Amanda Miyers Rating: Adult

Content Warnings: A professor Student sexual relationship is not moral or ethical in reality. Due to the power the professor has over their student, they cannot truly consent or not consent freely. The consent in this fic is extremely murky at best. Should you find yourself manipulated into a relationship with your professor, know that this is morally and ethically wrong and you are the victim of abuse. Story contains oral sex with male receiving, rough penis in vagina sex, degradation, manipulation, public classroom sex, cream pies, unprotected sex, mention of Plan B. Please read with caution.

Summary: Amanda Miyers is on a mission to complete University in America with as little debt as possible. To do so, she must pass every class and that includes the imposing Professor Hiddleston's class. When she is sure that she'll not be able to manage that, she's forced to ask for another chance at the exam or enough extra credit to pass. Her idea of extra credit and his idea of extra credit are two very different things.

Finding Bobby (requested) One Shot

Paring: Tom x unnamed ofc- first person story Rating: Everyone, Warnings: None?

Request: In honor of dear bobby's birthday could you write a fic about reader and tom finding or adopting him as a puppy please?? Love you ❤

Camping (One shot)

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC Rated: PG13

Summary: When Mary catches word that Tom had never been camping it was decided that she had to fix that. What could go wrong?

The Things you find (In the rain) *complete*

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Maggie) Rating: M for light sexual content, nothing explicit warnings: Cheating, unhealthy relationships, excessive drinking,

Summary: Maggie and Evan had just married and were honeymooning in London. He was a difficult man but Maggie was a kind and forgiving soul. She loved him with all she was and when that is thrown away, not even 72 hours after they said their ‘I Do’s, what’s a girl to do? Except perhaps hit up ever bar her feet can take her to while the night sky opens up above her. When Tom’s out walking Bobby in the rain, he’s thankful. It’s true that beast will come into the house muddy and wet. He’ll even likely make a mess. But in the rain, even fewer were out this time of night and he was allowed the simple peace of walking around the park like any other man. In the rain no one expected him to take pictures with them. No one expected him to sign anything. In the rain, no one expected anything of him.

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4

Fanfic of the fanfic? Hell yes: Day After The Rain- by @just-the-hiddles is a amazing, wonderful and hilarious story about Luke’s reaction to the events of Rain. Worth the read. It’s my new favorite thing. *warning* do not read while drinking/eating- this fic is a choking hazard.

Spring Showers One Shot

A short follow up on Maggie and Tom. How do they hold up after a few months?

Lilith (One Shot)

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Demon ofc (lilith) Rating: M Warnings: Dub con, Sex, Oral, slight public masturbation.

Summary: Thanks to a director with a misguided love for authenticity Tom experiences some unique side effects and a special visitor waiting for him at home

I’m Back (One Shot) *follow up to Lilith*

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Demon ofc (lilith) Rating: M Warnings: Dub con, Sex, Oral, slight public masturbation, rough oral sex (M receiving)

Clueless *Completed*

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x ofc (Sofya) Rating: T

Summery: Sofya was a perfectly plain woman living a perfectly average life in small town Arizona. She went to work, came home and repeated the process the next day. She dated average men who found her to be too plain and always left. Nothing remarkable every happened to her. When a tall British man named Tom walked into her life- or perhaps it’s better to say when she walked into his, spilling coffee all over them both in the process- her lack of experience with anything beyond plain and average left her clueless as to what was coming. Could Sofya ever be something more than perfectly plain to someone?

Chapters: Coffee, preparations, Hiking, Conventions, Whiskey

Of Mermaids and Fairy Tails (Mermaid Series Part 1) One shot

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OC Rated: G Warnings: Free diving can be a dangerous sport, please swim responsibly.

Summery: Tom, Chris and Chris’ children are traveling, giving mom a break. In an effort to entertain the children, they visit a Mermaid show and it’s hard to say who’s more mesmerized by the mermaid, the children or Tom.

The Mermaid and The Prince (Mermaid Series Part 2) One Shot

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x ofc Rated: G

Summery: Rose and Tom had a few great dates and then, poof, he was off to live his life. If not for the friendly texting, it would be like he was never by her side at all. Yet the memory of his kiss still burns and Rose holds hope of seeing him again, of touching him again. He promised to return to her side and she believed him. But when she finds pictures of him with another woman, doubts creep in. He never said he was hers.

A Mermaid On Holiday (Mermaid Series part 3)

Pairing: Tom hiddleston x ofc (Rose) Rated: M Warnings: Non explicate sexual activity

Summery: Rose has no plans for Christmas and is content to laze around her apartment enjoying the three week break from work that was forced upon her. Tom found himself trying to pick between spending the holiday with Rose in the USA or traveling back home to Britain where he could spend it with his family. With his heart torn between two places and the advise of his Mum in his ear Tom had made his decision. He’d have his cake and get to eat it too. Rose, pack your tail. This Mermaid is going on holiday.

Chapter: Part one, Part two

The Gift He Didn't Know He Needed *One shot Holiday fic*

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC Rated: M Warnings: Just some insinuated smut, drinking and hey- if you’re going out in below freezing weather please bring the correct gear even if you don’t plan to spend time outside.

Summery: Being newly single during the holiday season was a drag under the best of circumstances. Spending the holidays far from him and surrounded by happy families made it sting even more. In an effort to hide from the pain, Tom thought it a good idea to book himself a cabin away from town to wallow in his misery. Unfortunately, bad directions and even worse luck aligned and he found himself lost on a mountain during a blizzard. Woefully unprepared for the arctic weather, the world set about turning him into a true frost giant when the engine cut off and refused to return to life. With no cell phone signal, Tom was lost as to what to do about his situation until a truck rolled to a stop and his salvation stepped out into a flurry of snow.

Thirsty Tweets *One Shot*

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC Monica Rating: PG13 Warnings: sexual tweets

Summary: Tom and Monica visit Neil's late night talk show to promote their new movie 'Before Dawn' and get roped into playing Neil's favorite game- "Thirsty Tweets". When Monica finds the tweets she must read uncomfortably sexual she makes do the best she can in the name of being a professional. It wouldn't do to appear to be more because Tom most diffidently doesn't see her that way, right? What happens when its Tom's turn to read the tweets about her?

Too Late? *one shot w/ pick your ending*

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader Rating: G

Note- this is a pick your ending story. Happy or Sad- the ending is up to you.

Summary: While waiting at home for the man you love to return to you the internet serves up pictures that sting and cause all the doubt hidden in your heart to flair to life. When Tom returns home and can’t provide a answer good enough for you, you leave with nothing for the airport. Can Tom change your mind and convince you to stay or is it too late?

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ssuperficialspacecadett · 2 years ago

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Roll Call

Chapter Two of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Three

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4K

TW: (Very) subtle hint at SA in readers past, gym member being creepy

Chapter Overview: Today is your first day at Brass Knuckles Boxing Gym. Benny has a surprise for you after your shift.

Notes: Hey everyone ! Still no set posting schedule, but I managed to get this one done this week. I have a pretty packed week coming up so I can't make any promises as to when chapter three will come out. thanks for dealing with me (': happy reading <3

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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Your alarm clock makes its presence known bright and early this morning. Normally getting up for work on a Monday isn’t anything that you would be overly excited about, but today is your first day working at Brass Knuckles. It’s also your first day getting back into a stable work and life routine. Which is something you have been craving since you moved. You feel like a nervous child the morning of a school field trip. The good kind of nervousness that buzzes around inside your body and lingers.

After hopping out of the shower, you head into your bedroom. You see your phone lying haphazardly on your bed and think about texting Benny to ask what you should wear today. He didn’t strike you as the kind of guy to enforce a dress code at work, but you also didn’t want to look out of place. Oh fuck it. He didn’t say anything negative about the jeans and t-shirt that you were wearing while you toured the gym. Might as well just wear something in the same vein as that to play it safe.

You slip into your clothes and wander back into the bathroom with your phone in hand. The bags under your eyes are a physical testament to all the stress you have been and are under currently. Maybe some light makeup you say to yourself. It’s not as if you had any intention of trying to find a boyfriend here much to Robbie’s dismay. You just didn’t want anyone to think that Benny hired a walking corpse to greet the guests. You check the time on your phone and realize that you need to leave right about now to make it to the gym by 7:30 A.M.. Benny had texted you over the weekend asking you to come in half an hour early so he could give you the rundown of what you need to be taking care of on a regular day to day basis. Your shoes get thrown on and you grab your tote bag as you run out the door to your car.

Thankfully Brass Knuckles is only a 15-20 minute drive from your apartment. You pull into the parking lot and turn your car off before taking out your phone. You text your dad to remind him that your new job starts today so you will be coming by to see him after 8:00 P.M. Monday-Saturday. When he quickly texts back you’re a bit surprised. You would think retirement meant sleeping in.

Dad: Have a good day, Sweet Pea! Make some friends. Remember to hit them in the throat and in the balls.”

You smile and heart the message on your phone. This is your dads not so subtle way of reminding you where men are the most sensitive. Since according to him, you were walking into the lion's den by working here. As you climb out of the car your smile drops. Maybe if you would have remembered his advice when you were 19, things would have ended differently.

“Are you ready?!”

There was only one voice you knew that had the capability to be that loud this early in the morning. You look up quickly to see Benny waving and holding the gym door open for you.

“Morning, Benny! Yes, I think I am.” You say slipping past him to get inside.

“That’s what I like to hear outta my employees!”

You set your tote bag down on the desk and take a deep breath in. It still reeks, but less so now that the smell has had time to dissipate between closing and opening shifts. Benny comes up behind you and pats your shoulder encouragingly as he walks behind the desk.

“Come on, let me show you how everythin’ is setup.”

Benny has you sit in the chair so you can get a feel for things while he teaches you how to operate the scheduling system. He shows you how to login to the program under your profile and then how to access each individual client once you’re inside. You notice that he set your profile picture to the selfie you sent the other night. It seems to be a pretty straight forward program, you note. You are able to see, create, and control Benny’s one on one training appointments up to three months in advance. He gets excited when you figure out, on your own, that you can color code clients. You’re pretty sure that he didn’t know how to do that before, but he looked so happy that you didn’t have the heart to say anything.

Once the two of you cover all of the bases for the scheduling program he moves on to the ‘easier’ tasks, as he calls them, that you are incharge of. He shows you how to scan membership cards with the scan gun on the desk and how to register new members when they ask. He shows you how to sell and print out tickets for the Friday fights. You feel him pull your chair away from the desk and see a small black, mini fridge underneath it.

“This is where we keep the complimentary water for the guests. Just make sure to keep this stocked throughout the day. If it ever gets low we have cases in the laundry room.”

He checks the time on his phone while he scoots you and your chair back into the correct position.

“Last thing you need to worry about is unlocking the door at 8:00 A.M.. As for me and my tasks? I help train people, obviously, look over finances, and take care of the music.”

“You have time to queue up songs?”

“I make time to queue up songs.”

You were grateful for his help this morning. And even more grateful that he did it in a way that didn’t come across as condescending or like he was babying you. You got the feeling that he really did trust you with the work you were assigned even after only just meeting you.

“You’re gonna do great today! Feel free to make the desk your own too.”

“Thanks, Benny.”

You walk with him from out behind the desk and lean against the brick wall as he heads into his office.

“Oh,” he calls back to you before disappearing into the small room. “The guys are going to swing by around closing time. They wanted to see who they were drinking too the other night. I might have also talked you up to them.”

After he drops that bomb, Benny walks out of sight. You have no idea what to do with this information. Benny talked so highly of them the other day, so it makes you nervous that he wants you to meet them. Yet, the more you think about it the more you warm to the idea. He must feel like he found a friend in you the same way you did in him. You walk around the desk and head to the front door to unlock it. Cars have already begun to pull into the once empty lot signaling that your day has started whether you're ready for it or not.

The first few hours of your shift crawl by at a snail’s pace. Two or three guests come in an hour. Each one of them mindlessly handing you their membership card to scan before they enter the gym. This gives you plenty of time to play around and really get to know the inner workings of the scheduling program. You want to make sure that there isn’t anything you aren’t prepared for. Benny, bless his heart, checks in with you just before 12:00 P.M..

“A lot of people come in here to burn off some steam durin’ their lunch breaks. It will be pretty packed for the next hour-hour and a half, but then it will go back to how it was this mornin’.”

God is he right. An endless stream of new faces begin coming at you soon after the clock strikes noon. Some of them don’t say anything, some of them offer you a polite greeting, and some of them take it upon themselves to welcome you in their own special way.

“You’re new, huh? I could show you a move or two in the ring if you want.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow if you promise me that you will be too.”

You just smile sweetly and scan their card with a simple ‘enjoy your visit’ to help move the lingerers along. The rush dies down a couple hours later, again just like Benny said it would. Honestly, you are a little bit sad that it's over. Time went by much quicker in those few hours and you finally felt useful.

When shopping for furniture online in between helping guests check in got boring, you look for tasks you can take care of that venture past the desk. During your initial tour of the gym, you remember seeing a dirty clothes basket that was designated for towels. You figure that this late in the day it should be full enough to do a load of laundry.

You walk inside the gym, weaving out of guests' way, and collect the used towels. It’s not too heavy so you carry it to the laundry room and dump all of the contents into the washer. You use the detergent that's on the shelf and close the machine's lid. Benny must have seen you walk in here because he walks up next to you as you press the ‘start’ button.

“It’s a stubborn ‘ole son of a bitch so you gotta show it a little bit of extra love to get it goin’.”

You jump slightly when he rams the side of his foot into the washer. Unsurprisingly, it comes to life after he does this. For the third time today, Benny is once again correct. You look around the small room as the washer hums and see a photo hanging on the wall. It shows Benny arm in arm with three men you have never seen before.

“Are these your friends?” You point to the picture and ask Benny.

“Yup!” You can hear the pride in his voice as he says this. “That one on the right is Will, my older brother. The handsome devil next to him is yours truly. Then there’s Pope-”

“Pope?”

“Yeah, his name is technically Santiago, but we all call him Pope. It was his call sign when we served together and it just kinda stuck. We all have one, well I technically don’t, but I’d like to think mine is Brass Knuckles. It fits well with Will’s since his call sign is Ironhead.”

“That’s really sweet.”

“I like to think so.” he says bashfully. “ And last but not least…the one on the left is Catfish or Frankie.”

You nod along to what Benny is saying, but you would be lying if you said you were listening anymore. Your attention stays on the man in the left of the photo: Frankie. You could tell he hadn’t had a haircut in a while when the photo was taken. His thick, brown curls came up to lick the sides of the ‘Standard Heating Oil’ cap he wore. He had a full mustache that looked as if it was mocking the patchiness of his beard. You didn’t mind it. You thought it made him look more approachable. One of the most handsome noses you had ever seen sat atop his mustache. It was deeply sloped and came to a soft curve at the end. He’s laughing in the photo which makes the skin around his eyes wrinkle in an endearing way.

“You comin’ or what?”

Unbeknownst to you, Benny had walked out of the laundry room while you were still captivated by the photograph on the wall. Or more specifically one of the men in the photograph.

“Shit, my bad.”

Reluctantly you pull yourself away and walk back to the front desk with him. Your timing couldn’t have been more perfect either because his 4:00 P.M. appointment walks through the door right as you two arrive. Thankfully, Benny is so wrapped up in talking with the other man that he doesn’t notice how quiet you have gone. While your body may have left the laundry room, your mind is still very much there. You check him in and hand both men a water bottle before they head back for their workout.

You sit restlessly in your chair as you watch the hands on the clock above the door chase one another. No one has come in since Benny’s last appointment, but you know that will change soon. It’s almost 5:00 P.M. which means the after work rush is on the horizon. You hear Benny faintly as he talks to his client and you find yourself wondering what goes on in his sessions. It feels safe to abandon your post for a few seconds so you stand up and peek your head around the brick wall. Benny has dawned some gloves with pads attached to the palms of them.

“You got it, man! Right in the center! Yeah, just like that, great job!”

He carries on with his encouraging words as the man across from him continues to make contact with the padded gloves. You hear him tell the man to hit harder and in a more controlled manner. When he does this, Benny showers him with praise. It warms your heart to see him in action. You can really tell that this isn’t just a job for him. This is his whole life.

The doorbell rings out and you look behind you to greet the client.

“Oh don’t turn around my account, darlin’. I was admiring the view.”

He wasn’t a very tall man, but what he lacked in height he made up for in misplaced confidence. He was attractive in an average sort of way. The kind of way that wouldn’t make you do a double take on the street if you saw him. However, you could give credit where credit was due. He had great hair. It was thick and raven in color and combed in an almost meticulous way.

“Welcome to Brass Knuckles. How can I help you today, sir?” you say, biting back your new found annoyance.

“I have a 5:00 P.M. appointment with Miller. I decided to come in early to warm up and I’m happy that I did. What’s your name?”

You ignore his inquiry about your name and take a seat in your chair. When you check the schedule you see his name, Ed Brunson, under the 5 o’clock spot.

“Ed? Let me get you checked in. Benny will be with you once he finishes with his 4 o’clock.”

“You can call me Eddie, darlin’.”

“Want me to put it in your file or what?” Now unable to hide your disdain.

“Oh you're spunky. I like that.”

Benny jogs up to the front drenched in sweat. You take advantage of his current state and ignore Brunson to grab him a water bottle.

“Brunson, you’re on time,” He takes a gulp of water. “That’s a first.”

You watch as Benny cautiously looks between you and Brunson as he polishes off the refreshing drink.

“I was just trying to get acquainted with your new receptionist here.”

“New receptionist, this is Brunson. Brunson, this is my new receptionist. Now y’all are acquainted.” His tone is flat as he says this.

You have to pretend to do something on your computer so you don’t snort at Benny’s ‘in depth’ introduction of you.

“I don’t get to know her name, Miller?”

“Did you come here to practice runnin’ your mouth or to practice throwin’ your fists?”

Brunson chuckles lightly and holds his hands up in defeat. You dare to glance up at the two men and see a weird tension in between them. Another guest walks in so Brunson takes it as his queue to head back into the gym. Benny stays up there with you as you scan the new guests card.

“What was all that about?” you question when the two of you are alone again.

“I don’t fuckin’ like that guy. I’ve been itchin’ for a reason to ban him from this place. Did he- did he say anything to you before I got here?”

“Just regular run of the mill meathead shit I suppose.”

“Are you sure?” He presses.

“I’m fine, Benny, really.”

“But you’ll let me know?”

“Yes, I’ll let you know. I’m a big girl though. I can handle myself. Now you better get back there, you wouldn’t want to keep that peach of a man waiting.”

He laughs, but seems a bit wary of your answer. You wave at him as he walks into what you’re sure will be a very strange session. Before you forget, you make sure to color code Brunson’s name in a bright shade of red.

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You’re grateful when 7:30 P.M. finally rolls around. You think you could classify your first day here as a success. It may have droned on at times, but you had Benny to keep you company which made all the difference in the world. As you put the last of your things in your tote bag you make a mental note to bring some stuff from home to jazz up your desk. After all, Benny did say that you could make the desk your own. Maybe a cute potted plant in that corner, a new pen jar up there, an air freshener right here? You’re mapping it all out in your head when you see a tired looking white pickup truck pull into the almost empty lot. Three men get out and start heading in your direction. They aren’t dressed for a workout-? Oh fuck they’re Benny’s friends.

The closer they get to the door, the more easily you are able to identify them based on the photo in the laundry room. You don’t know why you have a knot in your stomach all of a sudden. You feel completely crazy for being so jittery over their approaching presence. The man Benny referred to as ‘Pope’ walks in first, followed by Will and then Frankie. You stand, a bit awkwardly, when they approach the front desk.

“Well you must be the reason my wallet is a lot lighter than it usually is.” Pope theorizes as he leans his forearms on the desk. He’s got a playful grin plastered on his salt and peppered face when he speaks to you.

“Guilty,” you confess. “You must be Pope or Santiago. I’m not really sure which one I’m allowed to call you.”

“You can call me whichever one you’d like. Did Benny give you an exposé on all of us?”

“Kissing and telling wouldn’t be a good way to end my first day, don't ‘cha think?”

Will laughs heartily as he steps up to greet you next. “William Miller,” you shake the hand he offers you. “I hope Benny wasn’t too much to handle today.”

“Actually he was really helpful, but I’m getting the sense that's not always the case with him.”

All three men shake their heads in confirmation with your statement. Last to approach you is Frankie. You feel your heartbeat quicken as you realize he is much more handsome in person. His eyes also look considerably sadder than they were in the picture.

“And you must be Frankie-”

“Hey boys!”

Benny comes barreling out from behind the brick wall and greets each man with a bear hug. You smile when you see the love each of them has for one other. It’s really nice to see a group of men express that so readily. When Benny makes his way to Frankie the two of you make eye contact. Something about those deep brown eyes on you makes your ears hot and you have to look away.

“So whaddya think?” Benny says to you when he finally lets Frankie go.

“The picture Benny has in the laundry room doesn’t do y’all justice.”

“Well I could say the same thing about you.” Pope quips.

Your jaw hangs open and you turn your attention to Benny. “So thats why you asked for a fucking photo the other night! You little shit!”

“No! No! You saw that I set it as your login picture! It was Frankie’s idea anyhow!”

“You!?” you snap your head towards Frankie who looks like he has just seen a ghost.

“Don’t you fucking pin that on me, Benny! I just told you how to ask for it in a non creepy way! Pope was the one who originally wanted it!”

“Pope!” you whine in his direction.

“Okay. Okay. The buck stops here. You caught me. I got curious and couldn’t help myself.”

“And I guess you were just along for the ride then, huh, Will?”

“That’s usually how it goes.” He shrugs innocently.

Benny continues talking with his friends while you log out of the computer and shut it down for the night. As you do this, you can’t help but feel like there are eyes on you. You keep your own gaze on the computer and listen in. You hear Benny so it can’t be him. Pope just made a snide comment so it isn’t him either. There Will goes laughing up a storm at what Pope just said. The only one it could be is…

“Are you going to be joining us at the bar tonight?” Pope queries.

“I’m flattered, really, but I have a previous engagement.”

“You’re breaking my heart.”

“Lay off, Pope.” Will gives him a playful shove. “Well the invitation doesn’t expire, so maybe when you’re free next?”

“Thanks guys. I’ll keep that in mind for sure. It was really nice to meet y’all!”

Everyone says their goodbyes as Will, Frankie, and Pope head out the door towards The Barrel. You swear you see Frankie turn around one last time before he gets bathed in the darkness of the night. Then it’s just you and Benny again. The way it started.

“So? How was your first day?”

He happily walks across the parking lot with you to your car after insisting that you shouldn’t go alone. You take a deep breath of the humid night air and feel it clearing out your lungs.

“Besides the intense and constant smell of male body odor it wasn’t half bad.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“No, I’m dead serious. We have got to do something about that.”

He waits patiently for you to get in your car and crank the engine on. You look up at him before you drive away, but you see him motioning for you to roll your window down.

“Yeah?”

He rests his forearms where your window disappeared into your car. “I’m glad you want to stick around. I’m even more glad you got along with my friends. We’re kind of a fucked up bunch. But I swear we are cool once you get to know us.”

You smile sadly at him as you pull out of the parking lot. He follows behind your car as you exit the lot and get into the street. Then he crosses over to the bar on his own. You watch him in your rearview mirror until you can no longer tell the difference between him and the shadows. Part of you wants to turn around, join them at their table, and see where the night takes you. It would be so freeing. It would be exactly what you need. Unfortunately, your better judgment takes over and you punch your dads address into your GPS. Maybe you will award yourself that luxury another night. You pull out your phone and press on your dads contact before your silly, little heart tips the scale inside your brain in its favor.

“Hey, are you still awake?”

“Well I answered the phone didn’t I?” he says sarcastically.

“Touché, dad. I’m headed your way right now.”

“Did you make any friends today?”

You feel a coy smile play across your lips before you speak. “Yeah. Yeah, I think I did actually.”

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#francisco morales #frankie morales #catfish #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #triple frontier #triple frontier fic #benny miller #will miller #ironhead #santiago garcia #pope #through the scope #read on a03

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good-old-gossip · 7 months ago

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Israeli quadcopters are employing a "bizarre" new tactic of playing audio recordings of crying infants and women in order to lure Palestinians to locations where they can be targeted. On Sunday and Monday night, residents of the northern parts of Gaza’s Nuseirat refugee camp woke up to the sounds of babies crying and women calling out for help.

When they went outside to locate the source of the cries and provide aid, Israeli quadcopters reportedly opened fire directly at them. Samira Abu al-Leil, a resident of the refugee camp, told Middle East Eye that she heard Israeli quadcopters opening fire during and shortly after playing the recorded sounds, which lasted for several minutes and recurred multiple times on Monday night. "I heard a woman crying and screaming for help, saying, ‘Help me, my son was martyred’. The sounds were coming from the street and they were bizarre," the 49-year-old said. “Some men rushed out to the rescue, only to be shot by the quadcopters that kept roaming all night long."

According to eyewitnesses, at least seven to 10 people were injured by the quadcopter fire overnight. Residents were unable to help the victims, as the "quadcopters were firing at anything that moved". However, an ambulance managed to reach the area and transport them to hospital. "At night, the streets are usually empty and men are inside their homes," Leil added. "When the quadcopters open fire, they only hit the roofs and streets, they don’t find any people to shoot. So they played these sounds because they know the nature of our society; they know that men were going to try to provide help.

They wanted them to go out so that they could shoot them," she said. "Yesterday and the night before, quadcopter bullets hit our roof, door and the street in front of our home. But yesterday morning, they fired some kind of explosive bombs with shrapnel that spreads everywhere on our neighbourhood, leaving many residents injured." Quadcopters are remote-controlled drones that have been used extensively against Palestinian fighters and civilians in the Gaza Strip since 7 October.

This technology is gradually replacing ground troops, aiding in target identification, individual targeting, and securing areas where Israeli soldiers are stationed. Additionally, quadcopters can scout forward positions, target individuals within residences, and disperse crowds in public spaces. A significant event involving the use of quadcopters occurred on 11 January when a large crowd waiting for food on al-Rasheed Street, near the Gaza City coastline, came under fire from the Israeli military.

Numerous witnesses recounted quadcopters firing upon hundreds of individuals awaiting the arrival of aid trucks. Muhammed Abu Youssef, 19, told MEE that at around 2am on Monday he heard the cries of babies. However, since people were posting on social media to raise awareness of the source of these sounds, he chose not to venture outside. “There were different sounds coming from the quadcopters. They were making noises; some recordings were comprehensible and some were not. They lasted for around 30 to 60 minutes, then the quadcopters started opening fire and firing bombs in the neighbourhood,” he said. “We did not go out, because we learned that these were only recordings played by the quadcopters to lure us to go out.”

A video recorded by a resident of Nuseirat refugee camp, and circulating on social media, showcased sounds of crying infants, while the resident explained that these were pre-recorded sounds played by Israeli quadcopters.

"Over the past three days, there have been at least 12 injuries due to quadcopter fire. This morning alone, we rescued six people who were wounded in the neighbourhood. The injuries were serious: some were shot directly in the head.” According to the residents, the audio recordings also included songs in both Hebrew and Arabic, including children’s songs, sounds of clashes and moving tanks, voices of Palestinian armed men, and voices of local roaming vendors of cleaning products familiar to residents of Gaza. For over a week, the Israeli army has been carrying out an intense military attack on the northwestern part of Nuseirat, targeting individuals, homes and neighbourhoods with artillery, aerial and naval shelling, as well as quadcopter gunfire.

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tainoidiot · 1 year ago

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Mornings, Afternoons, Evenings.

Jervis Tetch X FoodServer!reader

NOTES: Based on this dumb post I made about a rogue falling for a worker, but instead of a psychiatrist or doctor it's the fucking food service people. (Maybe I'll even open up my requests soon OoooOooO)

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Mornings, Afternoons, and Evenings.

That's when he saw you.

Jervis awoke in his small holding room. It's white. A blinding white. He's tired of the bland exterior, where is the color and whimsy of wonderland when he needs it the most? Not to mention he wore this ugly shade of teal as his robes. Any longer and he'd lose it... more.

Jervis was given small privileges by the staff here and there. He wasn't a high risk patient anymore, so that meant he could have a phone in his room. Sure, he couldn't call anyone outside the asylum and he really only used it to ask for the menu items of the day but it's the thought that counts! Oh, and he has all the paper he could ask for! What for? Um...

Okay maybe he didn't have that many privileges. Really all he does is design hats and color anyway.

7:13 am, the phone rings, startling the middle aged man out of his hat creating zone. He hesitated at first, he never had the phone call HIM. So, curiously, he picked up the phone. "Hello?" Jervis asked.

...

Oh, they're just asking for his breakfast order.

BREAKFAST

The man's hungry. "Oh, where is that o-"

Three knocks interrupt his train of thought, and then the door swings open. "Food service! May I come in?" A sing songy voice asks. He's impressed, was the universe listening to him?

"Er, yes. Come in, dear." He stumbled with his words. The nurses usually gave him a light styrofoam type tray for his food. He must be getting better then.

In walks in a worker Jervis had never seen before. The grey work polo, the black pants and shoes, a dangling ID. It wasn't the appearance that got him curious. It was the voice. He needed to know more.

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You walk into the room, tray in your arms as you smiled at the man. "Good morning! Hope I didn't wake you up." You chuckle placing the tray on a nearby table. Truly, your customer service voice got people calm. They trusted you. YOU, however, only got paid 17 an hour. Could you give more of a shit? Maybe if you were given 20 an hour instead.

"Oh, not at all.. um.." The man replied, looking at you with soft eyes. "I thought the nurses delivered our trays?" He asked, looking at the breakfast with a smile. You just shrugged "We have a list of patients who we can't serve to physically, but looks like you're not on it anymore." You nod and pump the hand sanitizer bottle before stepping out of the room.

"Wait!" Cried Jervis. You turned your head curiously "Anything else I can do for you?"

"What's your name?"

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LUNCH

Jervis couldn't stop thinking about the delivery person he spoke with. Alice wouldn't work a 9-5, er.. 6-7:30, right? Wonderland is a strange place, however. Nothing is impossible. After only two weeks, Him and that mysterious server seemed to hit it off too. They talked about the mess the styrofoam trays make, especially considering how flimsy they are, how some of the doctors got on their nerves, and the exhaustion that was walking around Arkham. During their chat, they explained that they only really serve the box tea to the patients. "BUT if you ask nicely, I can sneak you some different kinds I find in the storage room." The server joked. Jervis hated the unsweetened tea, it was always cold. Who the fuck serves tea COLD?!

After sending in his lunch order, he prayed he'd see you again. They could talk about literature, as you mentioned you hadn't really been reading much as of late. It was obvious what he'd recommend, but it's the thought that counts. Your eyes, your voice, how you for some reason always smelled like mustard. (Apparently that's just how the kitchen smells)

Knock Knock Knock..

Jervis's ears perked up. Watching the door swing open made his heart flutter. Oh, to see your beautiful face, though half covered in a mask with hair tucked away into a hairnet, he didn't care. All he smiled for was that you were here. "Yes, yes! Come in, dear."

As he finally got a good look at the figure opening his door, he noticed.. wait, that's not you. That's someone else entirely. How cruel the universe was! "Um.. You're not.."

They look up at the man and sighed "Understaffed today. One called out sick, another just quit." Jervis was perplexed. Which one were you? Sick? Oh, he wishes he was there to hold you. You must be miserable, poor dear. Or did you had quit? Did you need a friendly ear to lend? Was today that bad?

The server placed the tray on the table and left. Jervis was left alone with his thoughts again, leg bouncing with anxiety. Did you need help? Did.. you need him? Hid heart ached just thinking about it. Maybe it was too soon, and this was the universes way of saying "slow down there." But he couldn't ignore how he felt.

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DINNER

Two weeks.

Two WHOLE WEEKS.

Jervis had been released from Arkham. He hid his true feelings of obsession worry from doctors and psychiatrists taking notes in their little booklets. It wasn't fair! You and him didn't even get to say a proper goodbye! And here he is, angrily huffing about as he steps into the thrift store.

He can't really afford nice things, but the tea cups here were truly pretty enough to catch his eye. Sure they looked a bit scattered when one cup had flowers and kittens and another pictures from nature, but that's Wonderland baby! Scattered and strange. Plus, retail therapy was always good.

As he walked through the kitchen ware aisle, he scanned his surroundings for new tea sets or perhaps a kettle. Not many people entered the thrift store on a Thursday evening, they usually come for the Monday sale. But every once in a while, he'd see someone in the same aisle as him.

And God is he thankful he turned his head. Because there you were. In all your glory.

His breath hitched, heart pounding as his cheeks flushed. It was you, wasn't it? His mind wasn't playing tricks, was it? You turned to face him and stopped.

"... Jervis Tetch?"

He gulped. "Y-Yes?"

"I KNEW IT WAS YOU!" Your smile widened as you walked closer to the man. "Holy crap man, you're out already? I figured you would've been, nice to see you!"

Jervis wanted to take your hand into his warm gloved one. God, he couldn't hold back. But he must. "Aha! Yes, yes.. It's good to see you. I didn't get to say goodbye, what happened?" He asked.

You raised an eyebrow in confusion, then remember what he meant "Oh! Yeah, had some stuff to take care of.. and by that I mean I called off "Sick"!" You giggled. Oh, you silly little rabbit. Jervis sighed in relief. You were safe.

"I'm glad to see you're safe.. could we grab a cup of tea perhaps?"

The store was about to close anyway. What else is there to do for dinner?

#jervis tetch #gotham rogues #batman #jervis tetch x reader #headcanon

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jj-nhlgirly · 2 years ago

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Paper Hearts:- Game Day

Luca Fantilli x F!Reader

AN:- myself and @greazyfloz have decided to create a new series together, how will this work? I hear you ask, well it’s simple we will each take it in turns to publish a part for the series. This is part one, part two will be posted on @greazyfloz page so if you haven’t already GO AND FOLLOW 🫶🏼!!! We hope you enjoy! 🫶🏼

TW:- swearing🤷🏼‍♀️

Y/N pov

I woke up to a loud obnoxious beeping noise, groaning, I rolled over and shut off my alarm. I assume due to the lack of noise in the apartment that my roommate and self-proclaimed best friend Mia is still sleeping, I stretch and get out of bed heading to the bathroom to get ready for classes.

After freshening up, I walk out and head over to Mia's bedroom, shaking her awake. “Mia babes you need to get up, it's 7:30” I said as she shot up, “I’ll pack your bag as you shower” I added before walking to my room and heading for my closet. I reached for light wash ripped jeans, and one of my boyfriend Luca’s hoodies.

I packed my own bag before moving onto Mia’s, placing a granola bar and a mango celsius in knowing she wouldn’t have time for breakfast. As I waited for Mia I decided to check my phone, seeing a message from Luca.

From Luca❤️: Morning baby ❤️

To Luca❤️: Morning babe ❤️

From Luca❤️: what class do you have this morning?❤️

To Luca❤️: health sciences, what do you have? ❤️

From Luca❤️: sports and leadership ❤️

Before I could reply Mia appeared, “let’s go, I’ll drive” I said as I knew she wasn’t exactly a morning person. Climbing into the driver's seat, I connected my phone to the aux cable playing our playlist.

We arrived on campus 20 minutes later, parking in a space near the motorcycle parking as I usually did, I spotted Luca walking towards us. My smile instantly brightened as I climbed out of my car, Luca wrapped his arms around the small of my back squeezing me slightly. “Hey bubs I missed you” he greeted leaning down to kiss me, “mmm I missed you too” I mumbled against his lips.

We pulled away and Luca grabbed my bag from the back seat pulling it over his shoulder, he reached for my hand and we began walking to our classes. Luckily our first class was in the same building, so Luca dropped Mia and I off before heading to his class.

Class was pretty uneventful as usual, Mia copied my notes from the last lecture as she was sick. My phone vibrating in my pocket disrupted my focus, looking down I saw a text from Luca.

From Luca❤️: omg class is so boring today!! ❤️

To Luca❤️: right? It feels like it’s never ending! ❤️

From Luca❤️: is this the Friday you only have 2 classes? ❤️

To Luca❤️: yeah thank fuck, I think I’d pass away if I had anymore ❤️

From Luca❤️: 😂😂please don’t, wanna grab lunch before I have to train for the game?

To Luca❤️: yeah of course, my next class finishes at 11:30 ❤️

From Luca❤️: perfect I’ll see you then gorgeous 😘

To Luca❤️: can’t wait 😘

Looking up at the clock on the wall I realise we still have 25 minutes left.

~Time skip ~

The moment it hit 11:30 I was packing my stuff up and heading out of the classroom as quickly as possible. As I speed walk around the corner I come into contact with a hard chest knocking me over, I await for the impact of the floor but it never comes as I feel two arms steadying me.

“Woah Y/N/N think you’re falling for the wrong brother here” Adam laughs, my eyes shoot up as I pull out of his grip “oh hey Adam.”

Adam laughs again, “what’s got you rushing around?” He asks as we begin walking outside. “Just rushing to meet Lu, has he finished class yet?” I ask as Adam pulls the door open for me, I mumble a thank you.

“Erm I’m not sure, I had a different class second period. He shouldn’t be too much longer.” Adam replied, adjusting the bag on his shoulder.

“I’d stay but I’ve gotta run. Johnny and Rut wanna go for lunch before training” Adam waves as he walks away as I stand there waiting for Luca.

10 minutes later I see Luca walking out of the building, “hey bubs” I greet him with a kiss. “Hey love, sorry class ran over a little” Luca kisses my cheek and reaches for my hand.

“It’s ok Lu, are you hungry?” I looked up at him smiling, “I’m starving, where do you wanna go baby? My treat” Luca replied walking toward the strip of restaurants and bars not far from campus.

We arrived at a small diner decorated with blue and white stripes, walking in it was fairly quiet. Luca lead me to a small booth in the corner ushering me in first and slinging his arm across my shoulders as he sat.

Luca and I chatted mindlessly amongst ourselves as we waited for a waitress to come over. “There’s a party tonight at the sophomore house after the game tonight if you wanna come, you can ask Mia” Luca smiled at me, “ooo sounds fun, I’m sure she’ll be up for it. She’s had a pretty shitty week” I smiled back.

“Hey I’m Jenna, I’ll be your waitress today. Are you ready to order?” Jenna smiled at us both, I recognised her from one of my classes and she quickly became a good friend of mine, “oh Jenna hey, how have you been?” I asked.

Jenna looked a little confused until she realised who I was, “Y/N? Hi it’s been a while I’ve missed you girl” Jenna smiled a little brighter.

“I’ve been good, how have you been? There’s a party at soph house tonight if you wanna come with Mia and I” I offered, looking at Luca to check if it was ok, he smiled and nodded.

“Oh that sounds so fun! I finish here at 6, I don’t have any spare clothes with me though” Jenna frowned, “I’m sure between Mia and I we’ll find you something, swing by after work and get ready with us before the game” I smiled.

“Ok perfect, now what would you guys like to eat? I recommend our chocolate shakes” Jenna asked, “well I’ll have a chocolate shake and some fries” I smiled at the girl, Luca frowned at the menu in front of him.

“What’s up baby?” I asked, “I’m not sure what to get that won’t be so heavy on my stomach for training and the game” he said scanning the menu.

“Why don’t you get a soda and a chicken sandwich?” I suggested, Luca smiled and nodded. Jenna wrote our order and walked away leaving us to chat again.

“Do you have a spare jersey I can wear bubs? Mines in the wash” I asked Luca, “yeah I have a spare for you baby” he smiled and we began chatting about this and that.

After eating our food, and Luca paying even though I tried to pay, we headed out of the diner waving bye to Jenna. Luca and I walked back to campus, hand in hand, “are you nervous about the game tonight?” I asked him.

“A little MSU are our rivals after all” Luca laughed, “true but I know you’ll do amazing bubs” I smiled leaning up to kiss his cheek as we approached my car.

“I’ll drop off the jersey before I head to the game, I love you” Luca kissed me, “I love you too” I mumbled against his lips.

I climbed into my car and backed out of the space driving back to my apartment to finish some essays and homework.

6PM came around quicker than expected, I packed away my textbooks and stationery. I was just bending down to put my bag underneath my desk when I heard a knock on the front door, “I’ll get it” I heard Mia shout.

“Luca?” My head instantly shot up at the mention of my boyfriend's name. Standing up, I make my way to the front door.

“Hey babe” I greeted, as Mia walked back to her bedroom. Luca leaned forward giving me a quick peck on the lips, “hey angel, I’m just dropping off my jersey for you. I can’t stay long, Adams waiting for me outside” he explained, presenting me with said jersey.

“Mmm can’t wait to wear it, good luck bubs” I said as I took the jersey from his hands. I leaned up to give him another kiss for good luck. “Mmm I’ll see you later, I love you” Luca mumbled against my lips, “Mmm i love you too” I mumbled back.

Luca pulled away before turning to leave, I watched him walk away before closing the door and heading back to my bedroom. After a quick shower I decided to start on my makeup, doing my usual routine and listening to music. I got changed wearing black jeans, Luca’s jersey and a cropped black tank underneath it.

I plait my hair into two Dutch braids and spray my perfume before the door goes again, this time I go and answer seeing Jenna. “Hey girly, come in” I greet her with a hug before stepping aside, “hey hun, I’m not late am I?” Jenna questions.

“Not at all, lemme check my closet for a shirt for you to borrow” I said as Jenna followed me to my room. After scanning my closet I reached for a navy umich sweater that I DIY cut into a cropped sweater. “Here you can borrow this if you want” I handed it to Jenna and left the room to give her some privacy.

As Jenna was changing I knocked on Mia’s door, “Mia are you ready? We need to head out or we’ll be late” I shouted through the door. “Yeah just gimme one sec” Mia shouted back, before opening the door.

Jenna opened my door a minute later, we all headed out Jenna offering to drive. We arrived at Yost at 6:45 just in time to find our seats before puck drop.

Luca smiled as he saw me in front of the glass, waving, I smiled and waved back blowing him a kiss as he went back to concentrate on the game. The girls and I cheered along with a few of the other girls associated with the team.

By the time the third period ended the score was 4-3 to Umich, Mark scored 2 and Mackie scored 2 with the assist of Luca. Fourth period started shortly afterwards, Adam had the puck and was skating towards the MSU goal, a gasp escaped my mouth as I saw Adam being shoved up against the boards quickly falling to the ice, I held my breath hoping he’d get up. Luca skated towards his brother, pushing the MSU player away from him which quickly escalated into a fight between the two.

Part of me found it hot watching Luca fight, and part of me worried for him and Adam who was still laying on the ice. I stood up as I saw Luca knock the other player's helmet off, his own following shortly after. “Why aren’t they stopping it?” I asked no one in particular, “I don’t know Y/N/N” Mia replied.

I watched as another MSU player started laying punches into Luca from behind, I shouted out at no one in particular as I watched my boyfriend attempt to fight off two boys now, “SOMEONE FUCKING HELP HIM” I shouted at the boys on the ice, and it was as if Mark and Ethan heard me as they skate towards Luca. Mark threw a punch at one player as Ethan punched the other pulling him away from Luca.

The referee finally approached the boys, both MSU players being ejected from the game, Luca was as well. Mark and Ethan got a penalty each, and Adam finally got up and skated off the ice with medics on either side.

I sat back down, taking a deep breath before gathering my things, “I should go and calm Lu down” I explained to Mia who immediately nodded. “Go, go I’ll meet you later” Mia and Jenna nodded as I walked away.

I walked down to the locker room, I knocked on the door in case other people were in there, “come in” I heard Luca shout across the room. I pushed the door open, walking in and shutting it behind me. “Hey bubs” I cooed while walking to sit on the bench next to him, “hey love” Luca grumbled out still reaching across to kiss my cheek. I smiled at that, no matter how he was feeling Luca would always kiss me.

“You played so well superstar, I’m really proud of you” I praised him, “you’re proud I got thrown out of the game?” Luca grumbled again, “Well whilst that wasn’t an ideal move to make, you were protecting your brother and whilst I don’t wanna see you fight I must admit it was hot” I smirked as Luca shot his head back to look at me. “Oh really?” Luca smirked.

“Mhm, so fucking hot” I leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “but don’t go making it a habit Fantilli you hear me!” I scolded. “Yes ma’am, no fighting unless necessary” Luca saluted at me. I laughed, “mhm that’s what I like to hear, you wanna talk about it? The fight, because it seemed a little more than just Adam being knocked” I asked.

Luca sighed, “he’s been hounding me all night, throwing comments to rile me up” Luca shook his head. “What kinda comments?” I asked, intrigued.

Luca sighed again balling his hands into fists, “about you” he grumbled. “Me? What about me?” I was now confused. “About how I managed to pull a sweet piece of ass like you, and how pretty you’d sound in bed moaning his name instead of mine, calling you a fucking puck bunny. It fucking pissed me off” Luca spoke, his fists shaking. I quickly grabbed his hands, unclenching his fists and playing with his fingers.

“Lu, baby, he was just trying to get under your skin bubs. You pulled this sweet piece of ass as he so graciously said by being you, your incredible, caring, loving, thoughtful, handsome self and I love you so damn much. You’re the only one to hear me moan, and it will forever be your name” I reassured him, leaning over to kiss him, he immediately reciprocated holding my cheeks with his hands as mine wove into the hair at the nape of his neck. I didn’t care that his hair was still sweaty.

Luca started to deepen the kiss, swiping his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for access which I quickly granted, but before it could go any further we heard the sound of the boys coming down the hallway. Luca sighed pulling away, “I should probably head out now Lu, I’ll wait for you outside and we can head to the party together if you want? Jenna drove here” I explained as I leaned in to quickly peck him again.

“Mhm I’ll meet you outside babe, I won’t be too long. But Rut is taking us, Adam if he’s feeling up to it and Johnny” Luca mumbled against my lips. “That’s fine, I’ll let Mia and Jenna know” I smiled as I walked out the room, just as the boys rounded the corner. Rutger giving me a knowing look, I laughed at him before heading to wait by the opening of the hallway where the rest of the girls were waiting.

Approaching Mia and Jenna I smile, “Hey how’s Luca?” Mia asks. “He’s fine, calmed down now. Is it ok if I ride with him to the party? Or do you want me to ride with you two?” I ask not wanting the girls to feel like I’ve ditched them. “Girl we’ll be fine riding together, I know the address, just get us a drink ready if you get there before us” Mia teased laughing.

Jenna laughed as well, “yeah we’ll be fine, we’ll probably be following behind you anyways” she smiled reassuringly at me. After we’d sorted out travel we chatted to the other girls as we waited for the boys.

One by one the boys walked out of the locker room, Adam soon approached us. “Adam, are you ok?” Mia asked, “hey, I’m fine, just got a sprained wrist so I’ll be out for the next couple games” he replied.

“Aww Adam I'm sorry, that sucks” Jenna replied sympathetically, Adam shrugged “to be honest I was more worried about Luca” he said as he looked at me.

“I already spoke to him, he’s okay now. One of the MSU players was riling him up all game” I responded as Luca approached us, with Rutger and Johnny in tow.

#luca fantilli #luca fantilli x reader #umich hockey #paper hearts

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indigograceauthor · 6 months ago

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Flip of the Coin - Part 2

Flip of the Coin ~ Part 2

Unconditionally - Part 1 of Flip of the Coin - Master Post

Posted on AO3

Spotify Playlist !!NOW ACTIVE!!

***PLAYLIST COMPLETE.***

Summary: After the Human-Covenant War, Master Chief John-117 did not get lost for four years on the Pillar of Autumn. He went MIA instead and chose to retire to Aleria with Riz-028. To his surprise, Corporal Talia Perez is there having rescued Kai-125 from floating in space. Now that he's there with Talia, a real life with possibilities are an option to explore.

Pairing: John-117/Talia Perez

Status: ****NOW COMPLETE***

💚🧡💚🩶💛🩶

Chapter 1: The Arrival - Short Change Hero

Chapter 2: Back at Home - I Get a Little Starstruck

Chapter 3: Sleeping Arrangements - Stay for a Little While

Chapter 4: Lunch Date - What Am I?

Chapter 5: Master Chief's Got Bank - Get Used to This

Chapter 6: Reading and Revelations - Crowded Heart

Chapter 7: Morning Pillow Talk - Start at the Beginning

Chapter 8: Riz Understands - The Best Things

Chapter 9: Honesty - With You

Chapter 10: The Fight - Mama Said Knock You Out

Chapter 11: First Steps to Intimacy - Rainbow

Chapter 12: Nightmare - Different Kind of Tears

Chapter 13: Making Plans - Breathe In

Chapter 14: Hike with Cortana - Light the Way

Chapter 15: Karaoke Night - Part 1

Chapter 16: Karaoke Night - Part 2

Chapter 17: Karaoke Night - Part 3 - GOOD

Chapter 18: Karaoke Night - Part 4 - I Want It

Chapter 19: Morning After - Cloud Nine/Life Worth Living

Chapter 20: Breakfast and Cinnamon Rolls - Unwritten

Chapter 21: Girl Time - Count on Me

Chapter 22: Date Night - Start of Something Good

Chapter 23: Riz's Date - Nothing Like You

Chapter 24: Real Talk - Mad About It

Chapter 25: A Surprise to Come Home to - Too Good to Be True

Chapter 26: John Dreams - Nobody Knows Me

Chapter 27: Space Zillo - Trouble

Chapter 28: Casinos, Strippers and Glitter...Oh My - We Do This

Chapter 29: Fruits of My Labors - Jekyll and Hyde

Chapter 30: Shit Hits the Fan - Control

Chapter 31: Aftermath - Keep Me

Chapter 32: The Talk - Too Soon

Chapter 33: At Last - The Day I Knew I Needed You

Chapter 34: Day Dreaming - Call It Dreaming

Chapter 35: Forever Together - This Must Be the Place

Chapter 36: It's Time - Featherstone

Chapter 37: Can It Be True - Blue Skies

Chapter 38: Forward - I Get to Love You

Chapter 39: Community - Who You Share It With

Chapter 40: Epilogue - Fall into Me

#john 117 #master chief #talia perez #john 117/talia perez #halo tv show #halo tv: silver timeline #halo fanfiction #halo fanfic #romance #romcom in space #non canon #au #save halo tv

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paperanddice · 1 year ago

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The powerful witch Baba Yaga fortunately rarely turns her attention upon the world, but where she does her influence is mighty. Her agents herald her arrival, in particular the three horsemen that she has bound to different times of day. The riders tend to change each time she appears, either because the previous ones finished their term of service to the witch, or because of their destruction. In either case, the witch always has new beings she can appoint into her service, taken from one of a hundred worlds she has influence upon.

Each rider is bound to a certain time of day, vanishing when the time ticks over past their appointed hours. Whether they travel to another plane, to another place upon the world where the time is correct for their presence, or even if they cease to exist entirely until brought forth again is unknown, and no one seems keen to answer the question. Bright Day is the rider for the morning, active from dawn to mid-day, Red Sun rules mid-day to sunset, and Black Night rules from sunset to sunrise.

These stats represent the weakest the riders may be; if a creature below this level agrees to become the witch's rider, they are granted these abilities. More powerful creatures may make the agreement, in which case they would gain the rider's Temporal Strike and Peerless Rider abilities, the ability to conjure phantom steeds, and any of a specific rider's traits. Even a PC may theoretically make this deal, though doing so likely removes them from the game unless the rest of the party is fine with working around their temporal restrictions and duties to Baba Yaga.

Originally from the Tome of Beasts 1. This post came out a week ago on my Patreon. If you want to get access to all my monster conversions early, as well as access to my premade adventures and other material I’m working on, consider backing me there!

Pathfinder 2e

Baba Yaga's Horsemen Creature 11 Unique Medium Fey Perception +21 Languages Aklo, Common, Sylvan; telepathy 100 feet Skills Arcana +18, Athletics +23, Intimidation +21, Nature +19, Occultism +18, Society +18 Str +6, Dex +3, Con +5, Int +3, Wis +4, Cha +4 Items +1 striking lance, +1 striking longsword, +1 full plate, composite longbow (20 arrows) AC 33; Fort +22, Ref +18, Will +21; +1 status to all saves vs. magic HP 197; Immunities fatigued, lightning, paralyzed, poison; Weaknesses cold iron 10 Peerless Rider Any attacks directed at the horseman's mount target the horseman instead. Its mount gains the benefits of any resistances and immunities the horseman has, and if the horseman and mount must both save against the same area effect, the mount's save is treated as one better than the horseman's. Speed 25 feet Melee lance +24 (deadly d8, jousting d6, reach 10 feet), Damage 2d8+13 piercing Melee longsword +24 (versatile P), Damage 2d8+13 slashing Ranged composite longbow +20 (deadly d10, propulsive, range increment 100 feet, reload 0, volley 30 feet), Damage 1d8+7 piercing Primal Innate Spells DC 27, attack +19 ; 7th ethereal jaunt, plane shift (horseman and steed only); 6th fire shield, phantom steed (×3); 5th dimension door; 3rd haste, slow; Quick Draw [one action] The horseman draws a weapon and Strikes with it. Temporal Strike [free action] (primal, necromancy) When the horseman hits a target with a melee attack, it can choose to force the target to attempt a Fortitude saving throw. Creatures that don't get weaker with age or don't age are immune (GM's discretion). If a creature becomes clumsy 4, drained 4, and enfeebled 4 due to Temporal Strikes, it dies of old age. The horseman can't use Temporal Strike for 1d4 rounds. Critical Success The creature becomes temporarily immune for 1 hour. Success The creature is unaffected. Failure The creature becomes clumsy 1, drained 1, and enfeebled 1, or increases each of those conditions by 1. These conditions remain for 24 hours. This effect is cumulative to other Temporal Strikes. Critical Failure As failure, but the creature becomes clumsy 2, drained 2, and enfeebled 2, or increases those conditions by 2.

The Three Horsemen Each horseman has unique senses, defenses, and special abilities. Add the appropriate traits to the base horseman for each of the horsemen as follows. Bright Day The horseman gains darkvision, resist 10 cold and fire, and gains the following innate spells: 5th searing light; cantrip (6th) light Red Sun The horseman gains immunity to blinded, fear, fire, and gains the following innate spells: 5th scorching ray; 2nd continual flame (×2) Black Night The horseman gains greater darkvision, immunity to cold, and gains the following innate spells: 4th darkness (×2); cantrip (6th) ray of frost

13th Age

Baba Yaga may not be an Icon in your particular setting, but she's a being with the power to rival and even dwarf many Icons. Her attention is simply spread so far that she may have no presence in your setting, aside from the occasional visit. She simply doesn't spend enough time around to develop the connections and influence that an Icon has, but when she does appear all the Icons respect her power and act accordingly. Some may oppose her, others attempt to placate her, but she has no innate respect for any Icons and so will do as she pleases unless forced to back down. Her agents act the same, as the horsemen will ignore the laws and expectations of the world to fulfill their Mistress' demands, no matter who it puts them at odds with.

Baba Yaga’s Horsemen Double-strength 6th level troop [humanoid] Initiative: +10 Lance +12 vs. AC - 30 damage. Charge: This attack instead deals 55 damage and the target pops free from the horseman if the horseman first moves before attacking an enemy it wasn’t engaged with at the start of its turn. Limited Use: Can only be used if the horseman is mounted. Longsword +11 vs. AC (2 attacks) - 22 damage. Natural 18+: The target ages several years, taking a -1 penalty to attacks and all defenses until the end of the battle. This effect is cumulative. If the target reaches a total penalty of -4, it must start making last gasp saves. On the fourth failure, the target dies of old age. Ray of Energy +11 vs. PD (one nearby enemy) - 30 damage (see the three horsemen). Natural Even Hit: Special (see the three horsemen). Peerless Rider: The horseman gains a +6 AC bonus against opportunity attacks while mounted. The horseman’s mount cannot be targeted by attacks while the horseman is mounted, and the horseman cannot be dismounted by any effect. The mount can still take damage from effects that don’t target it with an attack. Phantom Steed: If the horseman doesn’t have a special mount, it rides a phantom steed. The phantom steed has 23 hp, can fly and walk on water, has no attacks or actions it can take besides move, always acts during the horseman’s turn, and vanishes if the horseman is defeated. The Three Horsemen: Each horseman has unique defenses and special abilities. Add the appropriate traits to the base horseman as follows: Bright Day gains resist cold and fire 14+, deals holy damage with ray of energy, and on a natural even hit the target is dazed (save ends). Red Sun gains resist fire 18+, deals fire damage with ray of energy, and on a natural even hit the target takes 10 ongoing fire damage. Black Night gains resist cold 18+, deals cold damage with ray of energy, and on a natural even hit the target is stuck (save ends). AC 21 PD 19 MD 18 HP 182

#pathfinder 2e #13th age #homebrew #my homebrew #monster #NPC #fey #humanoid #long post #pathfinder level 11 #13th age level 6

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random-mailbox · 2 years ago

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Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 34 - Body Swap

Body-Swap, as a trope, is not super popular in this fandom to be honest and I had a tough time finding true “Body-Swap” stories to make a post with. HOWEVER, since this is MY list, stories where Usagi and Mamoru are stuck having a constant mental connection should be fair game. There is one other story that I kept debating if I wanted to add to the list, but ultimately decided to leave off because some of the choices the author had made were very unique (if you would like the link, DM me)

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

I Am He As You Are He - @linlamont

In this amazing true Body-Swap trope story, Queen Serenity’s consciousness and Pluto team up to make sure the timeline stays on track. Their solution? Swap Mamoru and Usagi so they are forced to better understand what the other person is going through and how much they truly mean to each other (Also be ready for some adorable art!)

A Craving For Chocolate Milkshakes - @kasienda

Usagi and Mamoru woke up one morning to things being just not quite right (between Mamoru trying to pet an invisible cat and hitting on Motoki and Usagi thinking about MATH of all things!). This story explores the ramifications of not being able to hide anything from someone when they are stuck in your head, able to read every thought. I also absolutely love the ending, enough to have re-read this a couple of times at least.

Mental Connections - Final Saturn

Walking away from another youma battle, Serena and Darien realise that they are having a telepathic conversation, including seeing images of less-than-flattering-things Serena would like to do to Darien given a chance. This connection though is not only mental, it eventually forces them to be close to each other, as much as possible - Zoisite is really an evil genius!

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That's it for this week. Next time, to coincide with Nurses week, we will cover what I am calling "Medical Assistance" stories (which are not the same as Dr Chiba ones, those will be it's own post in the future 😏).

Here are the links to the previous Tumblr posts in these series to explore more amazing works based on different themes - make sure to check them out if you haven't had a chance! (Click on title name to go to the post) - I will keep updating the list every week as new posts come up:

Week 1 - Groundhog Day

Week 2 - Established Relationships

Week 3 - Sex Positivity

Week 4 - Unfinished Stories

Week 5 - Darker Stories

Week 6 - Potions 🧪

Week 7 - Reveals

Week 8 - 👻Halloween🎃

Week 9 - Wrong Perceptions

Week 10 - Non-Senshi AU

Week 11 - In-Progress Fics

Week 12 - Mutual Pining

Week 13 - Enemies to Lovers

Week 14 - Slow Burn

Week 15 - Christmas Part 1 - Ugly Christmas Sweaters and Santa!

Week 16 - Christmas Part 2

Week 17 - New Years

Week 18 - High School AU

Week 19 - Slice of Life

Week 20 - Coffee shop AU

Week 21 - Huddle for Warmth

Week 22 - Friends to Lovers

Week 23 - ❤️Valentines Day❤️

Week 24 - Do a Grouch a Favour Day (or Cheer Up Fics)

Week 25 - Soulmate AU

Week 26 - Amnesia Fics (and resources)

Week 27 - 🍀St Patrick's Day🍀

Week 28 - Fix it Fics

Week 29 - Prompt: Mug

Week 30 - Flowers

Week 31 - Traditions

Week 32 - Dreams

Week 33 - Friends

#sailor moon #usagi x mamoru #fic rec #fic list #body swap #mental connections #telepathy

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leighsartworks216 · 1 year ago

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The Viper: Rewritten

Chapter 7

Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4 - Ch 5 - Ch 6 - Ch 8

Jaskier x gn!Witcher!reader

AO3 - I highly recommend reading it here, as I am more likely to post on ao3 and not update here in the future as the story progresses

Warnings: blood, gore, fighting

Word Count: 4509

Masterlist

Tired patrons meandered through the tavern, searching for breakfast before their hard days’ labor. The bustling and merriment of the night were traded in for half-lidded eyes and quiet exchanges. Jaskier, despite taking forever to wake up, seemed to be the most energetic of anybody else there. However, you were truly the most awake.

“So,” Jaskier said, “where to?”

“What do you mean?” You looked at him over the rim of your tankard as you took a drink.

Your expressions were muted; surrounded by strangers and townsfolk that could turn on you at any moment, you never gave anything away. Yet Jaskier could see the hints of emotion in your eyes, so adjusted to reading Geralt after so long. He knew your cold neutrality was a barrier, and through the carefully laid bricks he could see the curiosity in your question.

His fingers rubbed against each other as his nerves caught up to him. He wasn’t shy by any means, but since Geralt yelled at him, his mind seemed to always find ways to second guess himself. He wasn’t sure if he should be asking questions; if he could. But you didn’t shut him down. You didn’t give any hint at all that you may have been annoyed with him. He had to cling to that.

“Well, I’m sure you’re going to be traveling around, looking for monsters and things to kill, and, uhm,” his fingers fiddled with the handle of his tankard, “well, I need a guide to Oxenfurt. If you’re heading that way, that is. I don’t wish to…” He watched your eyes trail to the side, brow furrowing slightly as you thought. “Impose.”

“Are you looking to winter there?”

He nodded, emboldened by the question. “Yes! I have a little townhouse there, and usually the University hires me to lecture. Talk about my adventures and,” he gestured, “heroic deeds.”

You nodded slowly as you tried to picture a route from Hengfors all the way through Redania. “It’ll take a month to get there, if the weather holds up. We can follow the Braa river west until we hit Tridam and head south from there.”

“You’ll really take me with you?” His eyes lit up. Without even knowing it, he leaned forward over the table, as if being closer would reveal more truth in your slitted eyes.

“Of course, Jaskier,” you answered easily. You allowed yourself a barely-there grin, easily missed by the other patrons. “That’s why you’ve got Adhara; so you can keep up with me.”

He huffed a laugh, relaxing back into his chair. “You won’t regret this, Viper. I promise…” His shoulders fell. His eyes got a distant sort of look to them, and his smile dimmed, as if he only just realized what he was about to say. He swallowed. “Things will be different.”

Jaskier was nose deep in his journal, mumbling to himself as he scratched out words and rewrote descriptions.

On your way out of town that morning, you’d passed by the town notice board, and hidden under Gwent challenges and requests for eggs, lay a contract for a nest of Drowners. Simple work for good enough pay. Enough to make back for the cost of breakfast, anyway.

The fight with the Drowners had passed by so quickly - and the bard had never before been allowed to be so close to a fight - that he had rushed to get down every single thought he had in the moment. Unfortunately, now he was left with the terrible endeavor of translating his own words. He’d been at it for almost 30 minutes now. On the rare instances he wasn’t chattering away, you gave him silence to work.

Except, for the last 30 minutes, you’d had to keep Bayard at a steady pace right beside Adhara to keep her from trialing off the path. She was well-trained and obedient, but Jaskier barely had a hand on the reins in his eagerness, and the nearby river looked perfect for a dip.

You cleared your throat, and after a moment Jaskier realized it was to get his attention. Bright eyes stared at you like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. You smiled. “How was your first Drowner experience?”

He chuckled airily and at last tucked the journal and pencil back into his pack. The question was rhetorical, he knew. It was obvious to anyone the event had tickled the artist within him, and he knew you’d been aware of his mad scribbling. Still, he grimaced playfully. “I didn’t realize they were quite that ugly,” he joked.

You huffed a laugh. You were free to do so, by now miles away from the judgemental eyes of townsfolk. Jaskier enjoyed seeing this side of you. It was a breath of fresh air after Geralt’s forever stone-cold exterior. “Wait ‘til you see a Rotfiend.”

His hands held tighter to the reins, eyes searching for an explanation. “A Rotfiend?” he enunciated. “What’s that?”

“They’re horrid,” you scowled. “Imagine a walking corpse, bloated, with skin sloughing off. Where one is found, more are sure to follow. They build their nests on old battlefields - anywhere there’s lots of death, really. The worst part, though, is when they die.”

Jaskier leaned toward you, trying to get as close as possible, as though it would provide him with even more information. He was always eager to learn, even as his face curled in disgust. “What happens?”

“They explode.”

He centered himself in the saddle, scoffing. “Now you’re just messing with me.”

“No, I’m not!”

“They explode?! Like-” He motioned his body exploding, starting from his chest and leaving him in an outward burst. “Explode-explode?”

You nodded.

He shook his head. He refused to believe something as vile as you were describing did something like blow up. “You’re messing with me.”

“They do! They explode and release clouds of poisonous gas!” A wide grin spread across your face as you tried explaining the monster to the bard. You couldn’t remember smiling like this since your time at Gorthur Gvaed. “The good news is one explosion can set off any others close by. One after another, all bursting into red clouds. I once had five of them die that way.”

Your head snapped to the side as a twig snapped. It was too far away to have been one of the horses. Jaskier didn’t notice as you pulled Bayard to a sharp stop, trotting on ahead. “Yeah, well, I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Jaskier. Stop.”

Like a flip was switched, you were a Witcher once again. Yellow eyes scanned the forest edge like a predator searching for lunch. The rippling of water was the only sound.

All at once, you realized what was wrong. The birds stopped chirping. How long ago had they fallen silent? You were so caught up with Jaskier- You cursed yourself for making such a stupid mistake.

Before you could absolve yourself, you were falling off Bayard’s back. You screamed as the harsh impact sent shock waves through your spine. Bayard startled and reared on his hind legs, scaring Jaskier’s horse into doing the same. The bard couldn’t get a hold of his mare’s neck fast enough. He swore as he fell on his back right beside you.

He turned, ready to help you fight off whatever was attacking, whatever was scaring your horses, but he was stopped in his tracks by the arrow sticking out of your shoulder. Bright red pooled around the wooden shaft. The archer had found a gap in your armor. The only barrier the projectile had to pass through was your undershirt, now somehow darker as the blood stained it.

You clutched at your shoulder, digging your fingers into your arm as your mind screamed for you to rip it out. Get the arrow out. Get it out of your arm. It took all your willpower not to listen. You writhed against the dirt road and fallen leaves.

Bandits poured from the forest edge. A few broke off to calm the horses and prevent them from bolting. Two dragged Jaskier up to his feet by his arms and held him there, no matter how much he wriggled or fought back. Another, possessing an air of power and control, chuckled as he leaned over you.

“It’s not easy to get the jump on a Witcher,” he cackled. A muddy boot pressed down on your shoulder. You cried out through grit teeth. “But getting the jump on a Viper? That is, truly, something special.”

You grabbed the dagger at your hip, covering the handle with blood. The end of a longsword met your throat before you could drive it into him. He tsked, shaking his head. “Drop it, or we start breaking that one’s fingers.”

For a moment, Jaskier wasn’t sure what you’d do. He watched with a racing heart as you glared up at the bandit. Your fingers tensed around the hilt. One of the men holding him wrenched his hand free, grabbing hold of his fingers. And for a moment, you stared at him. Only for a moment. As brief as a whistle. And the dagger was dropped to the ground.

“A wise choice,” the bandit commended. He removed the blade from your throat, but pressed harder on your shoulder. You squirmed under his boot, a scream ripped from your throat. “Nilfgaardian scum.”

Anger boiled in your soul, like a bubbling pot of stew over a fire, ready to overflow. When the adrenaline subsided, all you had left was your rage.

Bayard and Adhara anxiously stamped their feet across the camp as gruff men pulled off their packs and saddlebags. You could practically feel the way Jaskier tensed when they grabbed his lute. Thankfully, they did little to harm it aside from tossing it onto a pile of potion ingredients they had no use for.

Blood dripped languidly down your arm, leaving a warm, sticky trail in its wake. The arrow held back the majority of it, like a dam holds back water. Having to keep your hands behind your back, clasped in place with no doubt stolen shackles, however, pulled at the wound, allowing enough to slip through to worry Jaskier.

He glanced around the camp. The leader of the group watched his underlings ransack your stuff, searching for anything valuable. They wouldn’t find much other than your money. Jaskier didn’t know whether to be grateful or worried for this.

When he determined the bandits were far enough away, he ducked his head closer to yours. Your snake eyes hadn’t left the leader since you were captured.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

As though snapped back to reality, you blinked and finally looked at him. It was not in a casual, carefree way. You did not look at him like he’d just come back from a night bar-hopping and performing for coin. There was so much fire behind your eyes. When you scanned him over for any hint of injury or harm to his person, all he could think of was the way you defended him atop the mountain. When you turned from yelling at Geralt and ushered him away; the way the anger had taken several minutes to actually fade from your body, despite the soft smile you wore. You did not answer his question.

“Did they hurt you?”

He shook his head. Where relief should have been was a hole, filled to the brim with guilt. He wasn’t hurt. He was perfectly fine, aside from the fear that spiked his heart rate and picked at his fingers.

But he could have been. He could have been hurt. And it’s all your fault.

“Hey!” The sharp shout startled Jaskier into leaning back away from you. The leader crossed the camp quickly, sneering down at you. “No talking.”

You stared silently up at him, defiant. He began to step away, foot turned toward the horses, but he stopped. A wicked grin pulled at dirt-covered cheeks. He chuckled, all too pleased with his realization.

“Boys, we didn’t just catch a snake,” he beckoned. The others stopped what they were doing, dropping your things and gathering around to hear what their leader had to say, like sinners in church hoping for their priest to provide them with salvation. The leader knelt down in front of you. His face was inches away, and his breath reeked of tobacco and ale. His voice changed to a low hiss. “You’re Nilfgaard’s prized Viper.”

A murmur arose between the underlings.

“You’ve got a pretty price on your head.” A gloved hand reached out and touched your cheek. You jerked away from the touch. “Just the head, mind you.”

The hand trailed down your throat until it brushed against the silver of your medallion. The snake engraved on it seemed to pull back, prepared to bite the finger, but it was only a trick of the light that scattered through the canopy overhead. He stared into your eyes as his hand wrapped around the metal, and in one quick tug, the string broke. An emptiness replaced the ever-present weight.

“Of course, you won’t be needing this anymore, eh?”

He chuckled as he stood up, briefly scraping the edge of the medallion across your cheek just to see you flinch away. His eyes only glanced over Jaskier. The bard’s popularity was lost on the bandit. For that, you were grateful. To them, he was just another bard, not one of the most famous, who traveled with the White Wolf and sung songs of Witcher glory.

The leader turned. With a wave of his hand, the rest of the men went back to work. Wood and grass was piled up in the center, and soon enough a fire was crackling away. They pulled out the dried meats from your bags and they tore sections off of a loaf of bread, and they sat laughing amongst themselves around the fire as the sun grew lower in the sky.

Jaskier sighed mournfully. He scowled as he watched them rip chunks from the jerky with their teeth and slosh ale between bites of bread. He only looked away when he heard your cuffs clinking together.

Your fingers felt around the metal, feeling out where it was locked, where the chains attached, and which was weaker of the two. You watched the group, but you weren’t staring at food like he’d been. When a bandit glanced over, your fingers stopped moving. As soon as he looked away again, you felt around more.

Jaskier, as soon as he realized you were trying to be sneaky, looked away. His eyes darted between the group.

Ducking your head, you whispered to the bard, “I need a distraction.”

“What kind of distraction?” The question came out more anxious than he intended. He didn’t fancy the idea of being bait, but you’d both been stuck here for hours and he was more than ready to get as far away as possible.

You ran your fingers along the chain again. It was sturdy, but all you’d need is one broken link. The real issue came with the execution. “I need 2 minutes.”

He sighed. He didn’t fancy getting beat up for an escape, either. But he nodded anyway. He’d entertained worse crowds, surely he could draw their attention long enough.

With some effort, he pushed himself up to his feet. His legs were numb from sitting on his knees so long, pricks and pins sticking him every stumbled step over to the fire. He grinned widely despite the situation.

“Gentleman!” All conversation died, replaced with glaring eyes and grotesque sneers. “You seem to have done quite well for yourselves out here. It would be my honor, as Jaskier the bard, to sing a song to your greatness!”

Some of the thugs chuckled. “You’re gonna sing us a song?”

He nodded. Their eyes all followed him as he circled around the group, pulling their attention further away from you. As soon as they were no longer faced that way, a dim orange light emitted from behind you. “I could sing for you all through the night and morning! Or until that one,” he gestured his head to one of the thugs that swayed in his seat from ale, “falls over, leastaways.”

They all laughed. The ones closest nudged the drunkard playfully. They all fell quiet when the leader uncrossed his legs and sat forward. Cracked lips curled around browning teeth. “Go on, then,” he encouraged. Yet something lingered beneath the words, as a snake slithers unseen under bushes. Something dangerous. He stood and paced around Jaskier, standing too close behind him. The bard swallowed as hot breath touched his ear. “Sing for us, little bird.”

With little time to think of all the songs in his repertoire (most of which revolved around a Witcher), the first song that didn’t deal with a White Wolf slaying beasts heroically was the song he sang. And though without a backing instrumental or the assurance that they would know the song and join in, Jaskier endured. For the few seconds he got to sing it, that is.

“Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger. Come quell-”

A gloved hand grabbed his hair and pulled hard enough he almost fell to the ground. As it was, he was bent over backward trying not to have his hair ripped out. The leader leaned over him. “Not that fucking tripe.”

With another sharp tug to his hair, Jaskier was flung to the ground by the horses. He winced as he landed hard on his shackles.

From across the camp, sharp yellow eyes watched helplessly.

“Try again.”

A rough sigh passed the bard’s lips like a huff. He was just as powerless as the Witcher he traveled with. The thugs watched as he floundered. His lips formed half-thought lyrics, before he stopped himself. His heart raced as he sang the next song.

“The fairer sex, they often call it-”

You watched as though in slow motion as the leader swung his leg in an arc, rubber sole catching Jaskier across the cheek. The momentum sent him to the ground. Their laughter burned your ears as they watched on. With his hands still clasped behind him, Jaskier fought to get away from the crowd. His cheek was pink, though not twinged by the humors of alcohol. And from a small cut beneath his eye fell a drop of blood.

You saw red.

In one final burst of Igni, you felt the chain break apart. It glowed red as you forced yourself to stand. For a moment, everyone was too distracted bullying Jaskier, until you cut off one of their heads with their own sword.

The fear in the leader’s eyes was worth all the pain. Had you been a wild beast, you would have relished in their terror. Soaked in the way they stepped back, tried to find a way to get their weapons, try to figure out an escape. But you weren’t. And all you could think of was getting Jaskier out of there.

“Touch him again,” you hissed, “and I will ensure no god will recognize you when I am finished.”

Clinging to the last of his confidence, the leader scoffed. You could hear the waver in his voice. “You’d kill us all, for what? A bard?”

“In a heartbeat.”

All color drained from his face. He shoved his men forward to fight while the coward grabbed Jaskier and dragged him backward into the trees for protection.

Truthfully, you didn’t remember most of the fight. You recalled your injured arm becoming useless halfway through. And you distinctly remember a sharp, burning pain along your spine the more blows you took and the more men you felled. By the time the last grunt had fallen to your stolen sword, you were covered in gore and viscera.

You stepped lazily over bodies as you crossed the camp, one arm limp and the other hanging from exhaustion. The sword was heavier than your daggers, and required a completely different fighting style than you were trained in. Even at a disadvantage, you’d wiped out the entire camp so quickly you would have been praised back at school.

“Not one step closer!”

Your feet stopped at the edge of the campfire’s glow. Just beyond, back pressed up against a tall oak, was the bandit leader. Jaskier was trapped in his hold with a knife pressed to his throat. He tried not to squirm under the threat to his life, but the fear radiated off of him so thickly you could smell it through hints of vanilla.

“No closer or the bard gets it!”

You almost chuckled. “You’d kill your only bargaining chip?” You took a step forward. “Really?”

The blade pressed tighter against his neck. “I’ll do it, I swear!”

For a long moment, you both stared, studying each other. You watched the way Jaskier swallowed his whimpers down. The way the bandit’s gloved hand trembled. The silver glistening in his pocket.

“What do you propose?”

He blinked. “Drop the sword.” Your fingers tightened around the hilt. “Drop the sword and I’ll let him go.”

Jaskier thought for a moment you would refuse. The blade caught the firelight as you contemplatively shifted its weight in your grasp. He hated how shocked he felt when you did finally drop the sword. And the relief as you kicked it away from yourself.

The bandit waited a moment to ensure you weren’t trying to pull a fast one over him. Then, he lifted the knife from your bard’s neck, and shoved him forward. You grunted as you caught him, as he stumbled into you roughly. You held onto his sleeve when he gathered himself, stepping away from you, and watched over his shoulder as the cowardly leader ran away.

Jaskier sighed. It was shaky, filled with relief and disappointment. “You’re going to let him go?”

“That wasn’t part of our deal,” you answered lowly. Jaskier felt untethered when you released him and swept up the sword you’d kicked away. At the edge of the treeline, you used your whole body to gather the momentum, and threw the sword at the retreating figure. It spun through the air and landed on its mark. The bandit collapsed to the forest floor. “Stay here.”

The command was quiet and held no real power behind it, but Jaskier complied nonetheless. He watched from afar as you stepped clumsily over protruding roots.

The leader, gasping in agony, clawed his way along the ground. His gloves were hastily removed and chucked aside in hopes of gathering more traction. He screamed as the sword in his back was ripped out carelessly. A boot kicked him onto his side, and another forced him to lay on his bleeding, gaping wound. Blood stained orange and brown leaves indiscriminately.

“Mercy!” he cried. His face contorted into a gross facsimile of the man he once was. Tears clouded his vision and poured down his dirty cheeks. His hands clasped in prayer. “Mercy, please!”

You aimed the tip of your blade at his throat. His Adam's apple bobbed against it. “You hurt my bard,” you reminded him. Your voice was quiet; a mere croak of what it usually was. But the threat it carried remained as powerful as if you screamed it. “You ransacked our horses, ate our food, stole my medallion.” You twisted your grip on the blade so your palm faced you. The sword stood straight up against the hollow of his neck. “I have no mercy left to give.”

Steel sheathed itself within his neck. You watched remorseless as blood pooled in his mouth, and as he coughed and choked on it. Taking his life was all too satisfying.

With a groan, you reached down and plucked your medallion from one pocket, and the key to your cuffs from the other. You used the trees for support as you stumbled back to the camp. Jaskier met you at the treeline and pressed his body into your side to keep you upright. You held onto his sleeve again.

“Are you alright?” he whispered. He didn’t wish to take his eyes off you, even as you turned him away so you could free him from his shackles. As soon as they were off, he was facing you once again and holding you by the arms to support you.

You couldn’t find the words to answer him. Were you? Half your body was numb; the other half burned something fierce. You felt no remorse taking so many human lives, but guilt festered like an open wound when you spotted the blood on his cheek. Without thinking, you raised a hand and brushed it away.

Jaskier stayed by your side, holding you up, as you shambled toward the horses. “Need to move on,” you muttered. Were those spots in your vision? “We can get a few more miles down the road if we-”

“You’re bleeding, Viper.” He pulled you to a stop. “You’re covered in blood - I’m covered in blood.”

“You barely got a splatter on you.”

“The sun’s already beginning to set and there’s fire and food aplenty here. We should stay and rest, not charge off into the night!”

You shook your head. “Monsters’ll smell this blood. Ten minutes, tops, we’ll be fighting off rotfiends and- and everything else.”

Irritated, he looked around the camp. He really didn’t want to sleep surrounded by corpses, but you! He’d watched the fight. It was messy and sloppy, and you’d definitely be bruised in a few hours. He wasn’t entirely certain you hadn’t broken anything. Surely it would be best to patch yourselves up first?

You didn’t wait for him to argue any more. Bayard saw you approaching and met you halfway. Without a command, he laid down so you could easily mount him. Jaskier begrudgingly helped you settle in the saddle the bandits neglected to remove, and he watched as Bayard stood as carefully as he was able to avoid flinging you out the seat.

You fought to keep your eyes open as you watched Jaskier find something to step on so he could mount Adhara. Your body screamed and begged for rest. For the pain to end. But you couldn’t sleep. You refused to, when Jaskier could still be in danger from the monsters that lurked in the dark woods. No. You’d ride a while longer, and then you could rest.

Barely tugging the reins, you guided Bayard from the wooded clearing. Low hanging branches scratched against your face, but you couldn’t find any part of you that really cared. You could hear Jaskier grumbling as he pushed the branches aside.

As you neared the road, the sound of trickling water returned. Oh, the things you’d do to slip right into that cool river. Horse hooves clopped mutedly against the dirt road. Every step rocked you gently. Dark spots overwhelmed your vision, and finally your eyelids closed. Jaskier screamed your Viper moniker as he watched you slide limply off your horse once again, and collide with the hard ground below.

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