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marjansmarwani · 4 years ago

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that’s alright, my heart is okay

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The Reyes come to dinner, Owen shows up late (with the limes), and TK has some words with his father. But most of all: Carlos has a victory, and TK and Carlos share some moments. -------- A 2x11 coda

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Yes this coda took me forever to write, but here it is: the dinner scene I wish we had gotten to see.

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It was the third muttered curse that brought TK into the kitchen. The first two had caused him to look up from where he was setting the table, but the third slightly louder and forceful “fuck” from his usually even-tempered boyfriend grabbed his notice.

“Anything I can help with?” he asked as he stepped into the kitchen area, surveying the scene to locate the subject of Carlos’s ire.

“No,” Carlos responded, voice weary and full of frustration. “I just can’t get this damn sauce to thicken.”

“Maybe add more cornstarch?” TK suggested. “What?” he said defensively when his boyfriend tossed him a surprised look, “I pay attention! How could I not,” he added, stepping closer and placing his hands lightly on Carlos’s hips as he closed the distance, pressing himself against the other mans’ back, “watching you in the kitchen might just be one of my favorite pastimes. It’s really something to behold.”

He was rewarded by the sensation of Carlos’s body shedding some of its tension at his touch and a slight shiver as TK’s words brushed across the exposed skin of his neck. He pressed a light kiss on the side of his neck and watched as he took a deep breath.

“You’re right, that should help. Could you grab it for me?”

TK pulled himself away from Carlos to cross to the cupboard with the backing ingredients. He grabbed the box of cornstarch and headed back to Carlos, stopping short and holding the box just out of his reach. “Only if you relax,” he said and Carlos raised an eyebrow.

“Is this a negotiation?”

“Yes,” TK confirmed. “I hate seeing you so tense. They’re your parents, Carlos. They love you and that’s not going to change, no matter how runny the sauce is.”

“I know that,” he admitted, looking back down at the pan simmering on the stove. “I just want everything to be perfect. It’s their first time officially meeting you, and I want them to love you as much as I do.”

“I hope not,” TK quipped, “that could get awkward.” When Carlos didn’t return his grin, he sobered. “I get why you’re nervous,” he admitted, “I’m nervous too. But stressing over the food or swearing at your stove isn’t going to change that. All we can do is relax and be ourselves because that’s who we want them to see. Us, just like we always are. We make a pretty good team, remember?”

Carlos turned down the burner and stepped closer, wrapping a hand around the arm holding the cornstarch and pulling it down so he could step closer to TK, “We do,” he asked with a soft smile, “don’t we?”

“Always have and always will,” TK confirmed. “Besides, if we can handle my parents, we can handle anything.”

Carlos chuckled and leaned forward, stealing a kiss before he stepped away again, holding the cornstarch. “There is that,” he agreed.

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Carlos is surprised by how normal it all is.

From the moment his parents arrive, they fall into a rhythm. His mother apologizes for messing up TK’s name that one time, his dad gives him shit about it. TK jumps in, tossing him a teasing smile and then they’re all smiling. There is the brief crisis of the limes but TK swoops in, saving him from his own anxiety as he so often does. From there though, things go smoothly. He watches, a fond smile on his lips as TK patiently answers all his mother’s questions about growing up in NYC only to turn the tables and get her going about stories of his own childhood. He fakes a scowl when his boyfriend grins at him after a particularly embarrassing story, but he knows it doesn’t reach his eyes. He’s pretty sure it’s impossible to feel anything but complete bliss at this moment: watching his parents banter and laugh with the man he loves in the home that they share. It felt so surreal, but also so right.

After a few more stories though, he felt the need to stand up for himself: “Mami,” he protested in a tone just short of a whine as his mother finished telling TK of the time he had run through the family bbq naked at the ripe age of 2. “Really?”

“It’s cute!” she defended, and he shot a look at TK when he snickered.

“Oh c’mon Carlos,” he retorted, grinning at him, “it’s not like you haven’t heard all the embarrassing stories from both my parents already. It’s only fair that I get some from your childhood as well.”

Carlos rolled his eyes, but he had to concede the point. Both Owen and Gwyn had been more than willing to share stories from TK’s youth during their time spent at the Strand house - there had even been pictures involved. But the mention of TK’s parents brought something else to mind.

“Did your dad say where he was on his way from?” he asked lightly, not wanting to cause any undue worry, “it’s been a while.”

Too long for the two mile distance between the two homes, he added to himself.

Though he didn’t verbalize his concern he could see TK coming to the same conclusion as he frowned and glanced at the clock on his phone. He bit at his lip before he rose from the table, phone in hand. “I’m going to call him real quick,” he said, “excuse me.”

He stepped away and Carlos tracked him with his eyes, well aware of the panic TK was trying to hide. TK placed the call and Carlos pulled his eyes back to his parents who were both watching him.

“¿Todo bien, mijo?” his mother asked softly.

“Sí,” he responded quickly but when his dad raised a skeptical eyebrow he sighed, “Owen had surgery a few days ago, and TK’s worried. He’s not exactly known for taking it easy and TK is concerned he’s going to push himself too hard.”

“What kind of surgery?” his father asked.

“To remove the last of a tumor from his lung,” Carlos responded absently, his gaze turning back to TK who was lowering the phone from his ear with an anxious look. He got up from the table, crossing over to where TK stood in the living room.

“Hey,” he asked gently, “what’s going on?”

“He didn’t answer,” TK told him, looking at him with fearful eyes. “Carlos, what if…”

“No,” Carlos said firmly, “don’t go there, Ty.”

“I can’t help it. What if he tried to do too much and put too much strain on his lungs? What if…”

“Try calling him again,” Carlos urged, “maybe he just didn’t hear his phone the first time. If he doesn’t pick up, we’ll figure something out.”

TK took a deep breath and nodded, tapping at his phone again and lifting it back up to his ear. Carlos watched anxiously as it rang, heart sinking when the voicemail picked up again. TK met his eyes and Carlos hated that they were so full of fear.

“Okay,” he said evenly, “we can go over there, just to make sure everything’s okay.”

“But your parents…”

“Will understand,” Carlos said firmly. “Don’t worry about it, I’m sure everything’s fine. It’s probably just a simple mix up.”

Before TK could respond the phone in his hand began to vibrate. He barely gave the screen a glance before he answered it, speaking quickly into the phone, “Dad? Are you okay?”

“Of course I am, sorry I missed your calls. I just got tied up while running errands, I’m on my way now. I’ll see you all in a few minutes.”

TK hung up the phone and looked at Carlos, who gave him a smile, “See,” he tried, “he’s fine.”

“Is he though?”

“What,” Carlos asked, “you think he’s lying?”

“You don’t?”

Carlo had to concede that it all did sound fairly suspicious, but there was no point in dwelling on it now. “He’s on his way here and we can figure it out then,” he said instead. “It’s going to be fine.”

TK took another deep breath, chasing away the last remnants of panic before he nodded, squeezing Carlos’s hand.

“You’re right,” he agreed, “and we should really get back to your parents, we’re being rude.”

Before Carlos could so much as protest, TK was crossing the room and sliding back into his seat at the table, a wide and bright grin plastered on his face; masking the anxiety Carlos knew was still roiling through him. He followed suit and the easy conversation flowed between them - TK as it’s eager facilitator - until there was a knock on their front door a few minutes later, as promised.

Carlos watched as TK crossed to the front door, opening it to reveal his father, holding a bag of limes triumphantly.

“I hope this means Margaritas,” he said jovially, his bravado never wavering under TK’s analytical gaze. He offered no explanation for his prolonged absence and after a moment, TK seemed to accept the inevitable as he stepped aside to let his dad in.

He gave no indication that he was anything less than perfectly content as he facilitated the introductions, but when Carlos caught his eyes out of the gaze of the others he shook his head and Carlos understood: he wasn’t letting it go, but he would wait. He was almost certain his boyfriend had zero intention on letting his father leave their home tonight without answers.

So he followed suit, squeezing TK’s arm in silent support as they passed in the kitchen; following along as he made conversation. Despite the tension it was still an enjoyable night and Carlos was still marveling at how easy this all felt. It felt as if it should have always been. This was further reinforced as his mother insisted on joining him in the kitchen to put the final touches on dinner.

As they stood side by side, transferring the food from the pans to platters she leaned into his space, placing a hand on his wrist and squeezing it gently. “I like him Carlitos,” she whispered, eyes on the group at the table, TK laughing at something Gabriel had said. Carlos followed her gaze and could help but smile wider when TK met his eyes.

“I like him too, Mami,” he agreed, “an awful lot.”

She smiled at him, eyes moist as he patted his wrist again, “I’m so happy for you, mijo. All I’ve ever wanted for you was to find someone to love you as much as you love them.”

Carlos turned to his mom, meeting her eyes for a moment and seeing the moisture in them. He gave her a smile and set down the dish he was holding, placing a hand on top of the one resting on his wrist.

“Me too,” he agreed, “and I did.”

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Eventually, they parted ways for the evening.

The Reyes left first: Andrea with a kiss for both the boys and Gabriel with a hug for his son and a handshake for TK. Carlos saw them to a door and with a wave in Owen’s direction, they were gone.

Carlos shut the door behind them and silence fell over the living area as TK looked to his father. He tried for a smile, but TK didn’t return it.

“Are you going to tell me what you were really doing? What actually happened?” he asked instead, and Owen froze. TK could feel Carlos coming up behind him, silently offering support but he didn’t pull his gaze from his Dad’s face. The silence stretched on and eventually, TK shook his head.

“Thanks for bringing the limes, I guess,” he muttered, turning away.

“TK…”

“What, Dad?” TK asked, his tone exhausted. “Are you finally going to tell me what’s going on? Are you finally going to listen? Because if not, I don’t think there is anything more to say.”

He turned and walked to the door, feeling both Carlos’s and his dad’s eyes on him the entire way. He opened it and turned back, eyes seeking his father once more.

“I think you should leave, dad.”

“Son,” Owen began again, walking towards him.

“You’ve made it painfully clear that what I think isn’t important. I just want you to be safe, to do what is best for you but it’s like talking to a brick wall!” he exclaimed, causing Owen to freeze and Carlos to step closer. He closed his eyes and took a breath - yelling wasn’t going to help anyone.

“I can’t help you if you don’t want to help yourself,” he said instead. “But I want to help you, dad. I just want you to be safe.”

“This is about something bigger than you or me, TK,” Owen said instead and TK had to physically restrain himself from rolling his eyes.

“It always is, isn’t?”

He watched as his dad’s expression faltered. Then he shook his head and walked towards the door, pausing next to TK. He glanced at him and for a moment looked like he had something to say. TK waited but a moment later Owen shook his head and stepped out their front door into the night. He took one step down the path before pausing and turning back.

“I’ll call you tomorrow” he said, and TK wasn’t sure if it was more a promise or a question.

“I guess that depends on what you have to say.”

With that TK shut the door, pressing his forehead against it and closing his eyes. He stayed like that for several moments, until he felt the warm weight of hands on his shoulders, rubbing soothing patterns against his skin.

He opened his eyes and turned so he was facing Carlos, who was studying him with concern.

“I’m okay,” he told him softly. “He’s just…”

“Frustrating? Stubborn?” Carlos offered.

“Infuriating,” TK concluded with a groan and a shake of his head.

Carlos hummed sympathetically, “But he’s also your dad, and I know how much you love him and care about him.”

“I do,” TK agreed, “which makes this even more frustrating.”

They were quiet again as they each considered the implications of the last few minutes before TK flopped forward with a groan, burying his face in Carlos’s chest. “I’m sorry he ruined dinner with your parents,” he muttered into the material of his boyfriend’s sweater. “I know how important this was to you.”

Carlos laughed lightly and wrapped his arms around TK, “He didn’t ruin anything.”

TK pulled his face from Carlos’s chest to give him a dubious look and Carlos continued, “Yeah, maybe he could do with a second impression,” he conceded, “but he didn’t ruin anything. They came and we all had dinner together. My parents and the man I love all ate dinner together in our dining room, and it was fine. Better than fine actually: they really like you.”

“You think so?” TK asked, unable to keep the uncertainty from his voice.

“I know so,” Carlos confirmed. He grinned at TK for a moment before his expression shifted and he reached out a hand to caress TK’s face.

“I never thought I’d be able to have this,” he admitted. “For so long I figured it was either my family or whoever I decided to date, never both. But,” he added, a smile spreading across his face, “someone very smart told me that nothing ever stays the same. Turns out, they were right.”

“This person was very smart, you say?” TK asked, a grin breaking through the cloud of emotions.

“And handsome,” Carlos added. “and kind and a terrible cook, but I won’t hold that against him.”

“I think their cooking skills have likely improved,” TK quipped, playing along. “But you better be careful Reyes, they sound like they might just be a keeper.”

“They are,” Carlos agreed, “and I intend to, for as long as they want.”

“I can’t speak for this mystery man,” TK replied, “but I think the answer to that might be the same. I don’t think he has any desire to go anywhere else either. I think you might be stuck with him for a long time.”

“That’s good,” Carlos agreed, leaning forward to press a soft and gentle kiss to TK’s lips, “because my parents kind of like him; I think my mom would be upset with me if I let him slip away.”

“Well, we can’t have that.”

Carlos hummed, pulling back just enough to see TK’s face; to memorize this moment of all of his childhood fears being proven wrong. It had happened in small bits each, a little at a time, but this moment — a kiss shared in their living room after dinner with his parents — seemed to be the culmination. He never wanted to forget it. “No,” he agreed, a smile on his face as he ran a thumb over TK’s cheek, “we can’t.”

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the-ghost-of-jason-todd · 4 years ago

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aight SO

i finished ep 12 and i've talked about it with a friend, and now i've also taken a look into the tarlos tag to get a sense of what people are saying. i think i'm ready to break this down.

so there are a few big questions about That Scene and the following tarlos interactions. i'll just work through them one at a time. buckle in, this is gonna get long. now without further ado...

1) Was TK lashing out at Carlos at the firehouse in character?

Short answer: yes and no.

Long answer: we've seen TK get physical and even violent before. He literally sought out a bar fight in s1. He nearly got into a fist fight with Judd, too. And did you see the way he was hurling darts after that, when he and Carlos were on their date? This boy is not a stranger to getting physical. There are, however, a few major differences between those scenes and this one with Carlos.

One. The bar fight was premeditated, while his fight with Carlos was not. Why is this important? Because it means that TK has shown some measure of restraint in the past. He managed to stay present during what I would call the 'trigger' of the bar fight episode, and saved his physical response for a later time.

Two. His altercation with Judd, on the other hand, was not premeditated. The difference, then, is that Judd was also ready to get physical at the time. With the scene with Carlos, Carlos was trying to remain calm and impartial for most of it, and attempted to de-escalate when TK got violent. The whole thing was driven by TK.

Three. In none of the scenes we've seen before of TK getting violent has his dad's health or safety been threatened. TK's dad is a HUGE part of his life, and he has a LOT of emotional trauma surrounding his relationship with his dad. He's TERRIFIED of losing Owen, because he's nearly lost him so many times before. TK has some MAJOR anxiety about losing people, to the point where he refused to let Carlos into his heart at the beginning of s1. There's also the fact that TK has gone through a lot of trauma in not a lot of time. Even if the show wants us to believe the kidnapping is over, I'm willing to bet that the after-effects are still hitting. For both TK AND Carlos, honestly.

There are also two other lines to consider when we're talking TK's characterization: first, in the episode when Gwyn moves out, and we see her and TK talking, she then calls Owen who asks if TK 'flew off the handle' (i believe that was the wording, correct me if I'm wrong). This is important because we have two people who are VERY close to TK talking about how he reacts to things, the crux of which is that TK gets reactionary. He has high emotional responses and says (or does) things that he doesn't necessarily mean.

Then there's another line that I think is important. This is the one in the crossover episode, when TK tells Buck that he's 'done a lot worse than steal a fire truck'. This one is important because it's TK talking about HIMSELF. We don't have any context for this or what it means, necessarily, but I'm willing to bet from context that he wasn't just talking about ODing.

So with all this in mind... do I think TK was in character? Do I really think TK would do this? Well... it makes sense in the context of TK's story and his arcs and all the scenes we've seen him in so far. But, at the same time, I would definitely have done it differently. It's a thing like... it's not a WRONG answer, but then again, was it really right, either?

2) Was Carlos's reaction to TK lashing out in character?

Short answer: yeah, I think so*.

*though if they don't expand on it I'm gonna have a problem.

Long answer: Carlos, at this point in the story, is dealing with two things that I think impact his emotional landscape a HELL of a lot.

One. His past and his family. He grew up with a man who seems emotionally distant, and it has only VERY RECENTLY started to get better. He felt INCREDIBLY alienated after he came out, and then when he became a cop and he was dealing with his father's silent disapproval. He is always searching for approval and, most likely, affection as well. What this means is that he feels like he constantly needs to prove himself, and bases his self worth on how OTHER people react. If someone reacts badly, that's a mark against himself.

"But Kay," you say, "What about the scene where he made dinner for TK and TK walked out? Carlos didn't blame himself then!"

Which is an interesting point! Carlos didn't put the onus on himself in that scene, he turned it back on TK, calling him 'crazy'. I think that was a secondary coping mechanism, to be honest. He knew he couldn't deal with feeling like he was the one who was wrong AGAIN so he twisted the situation around in his head until it was TK who was 'being crazy'. I've talked about that scene in depth before so I won't do it again, but Carlos's reaction is, I think, indicative of having felt rejection before and trying to protect himself.

Which brings me to number two. The fact that he's nearly lost TK several times already. This plays a HUGE role in how Carlos acts, especially with TK. Carlos has wanted TK LITERALLY from day 1, and since then he's nearly lost him how many times??? Enough, at least, that I'm fairly certain he's now holding on too tight, even when it comes back and hurts him. He just... he seems to have this mentality that if he's in he's ALL in, and he's not allowed to back away or put any distance between them, or else he'll lose TK for real.

Because we've seen TK pull back and get some distance before. We saw TK take a night away after their fight about the farmer's market. Maybe not with the best communication, but TK was angry and he needed space, so he left. When he did that, however, Carlos was convinced that they were breaking up. Like, CONVINCED. You cannot tell me that Carlos didn't think the worst in that moment.

Now why is THIS important? Easy. Because Carlos and TK may be moving forward in their relationship, but they are at a point right now where they react to things in fundamentally different ways. TK kind of bounces between becoming reactionary and going distant (again, we saw this in s2ep8 very clearly), while Carlos has reached a point where he kind of doubles down on holding tightly to TK even when he maybe shouldn't.

Basically, when you boil all this down, Carlos is DESPERATELY trying not to rock the boat, with his parents OR with TK, because he's scared of everything coming apart. And I think that makes sense with this episode.

The problem, then, is that this is a coping mechanism. The narrative has set it up as such. Which means that he's going to have to address it at some point. If he doesn't, I will be FUCKING PISSED, believe you me.

3) Did the narrative address that scene with respect, dignity, and nuance?

Short answer: I DON'T THINK SO.

Long answer: TK is human. He's a recovering addict. He's had problems with feeling numb in the past (that line about how everything is gray), which, I think, makes his feelings just THAT MUCH BIGGER when he does have them. So clearly, he's going to make mistakes. The question then is, was this particular mistake something he's learned from, or was it just used for the drama?

I have two reasons to believe it was the latter rather than the former.

One. Judd's reaction. Judd telling Carlos to get out of the firehouse after TK hit him, as if Carlos was the bad guy in that situation, was dramatic as hell. TK and Carlos are pitted against each other in that moment, and instead of mediating, Judd picked a side. Which is, ironically enough, the first thing that I think was NOT in character in that scene.

Judd, we know, is a bit of a hot-head, but he's also very empathetic. Judd was shown trying to mediate between Billy and Owen the last time the two of them had an episode together, because he understood both sides of the story and he cared for both of them. Why do I think it should have been the same this time? Well, because he loves TK and Carlos BOTH. They were both in the group hug at the hospital after the Ryder's car crash. It wasn't like Carlos stayed back, okay--JUDD CARES FOR BOTH OF THEM. And I think, at that point, that Judd would have seen the fact that TK was spinning out and Carlos was trying to stay objective and known that he needed to de-escalate. It would have been SO EASY to have that line be "Okay, okay, both of you step back and take a breather." He could EASILY have mediated. But he didn't. And that was a specific choice that leans more toward drama than anything else.

Which brings me to number two. The fact that they don't talk about it on screen. We had a hand-wavey 'we agreed no apologies' and a hot and heavy make-out scene instead. The writers wanted the drama of the two of them being in bed together while the fire started, and in order to do that they sacrificed the screen time it would have taken to actually have them have a conversation. Because, again, it would have been SO EASY to write them actually talking about it. They've done it before! After their fight about the farmer's market and Carlos's parents, the two of them have a WONDERFUL conversation. Why then and not now? Well, to make the fire more dramatic, to up the stakes one more time.

So no. I don't think there was any respect. I don't think there was any nuance. TK made a mistake, because he's human and he has some problems with emotional regulation, but there were little to no repercussions for it where there really should have been. There was no respect coming from the firefam for Carlos, either. There were no apologies, or further comments, or anything. And honestly... this season has done a lot toward making me feel like they don't give a shit about violence. Judd hitting that kid in the bear trap in the wild fire episode, Judd hitting the drunk driver who drove him off the road, Judd punching Billy when he thought he was framing Owen, and now TK hitting Carlos... all with no repercussions or apologies or even discussions about them... it's not a good look.

And there you have it. The writing makes sense. It does. But it's also really clear that the writers' priorities have changed. I really, honestly feel like the show has lost something since season 1. There's been a massive tonal shift, and I don't like it. The fact that we keep having Event after Event with no reprieve, have sacrificed conversations and interpersonal relationships for Drama, and have started killing and maiming characters with wild abandon, sometimes with seemingly no reason... it's all just a Lot. I have enjoyed watching season 2, but it's not sticking the same way as season 1 did. I'm not letting myself get attached to characters at this point because clearly we're not in a found family show anymore. I don't care about them the same way I did before. I can’t bring myself to do it when it’s becoming clear that we’re not going to slow down and actually process anything anytime soon.

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writing-fanics · 4 years ago

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[ James x Fem!Reader ] PT. I

James is bisexual in this I have... it took me a lot of thought to write this...

Also note bold is Y/n talking to James in the future she’s telling him the story of her life. And how she knows Clementine.

“If you wanna know my story.” [Y/n] says looking down, then back up at James.

“I’ll need to start from the beginning, or what I remember.” She says, looking off into the distance..

[ Flashback ]

Five Years Ago

“I lost my parents when I was thirteen.” She says, looking up at the man named Kenny.

“Bandits. Theses assholes took everything from us, food, supplies.” She looks down sadly, shaking remembering what happened.

“Wanted to take us as prisoners, but my father fought back.” She says, fiddling with the necklace around her neck.

“They...” she says, stopping eyes going wide lips trembling.

“Got the upper hand, filled his body with bullets. I got covered in his blood, and I watched as they beat my to death.” She looks down, hands covering her face.

“And I couldn’t do jackshit to help them.” She cries, sobbing. Kenny places a hand on her shoulder, and hugs the young teen.

“They took me in and cared for me. I finally had something a family. In this shitty world.”

After she told them her story, about why she was alone. They gave her food, seeing that she looked as if she hadn’t eaten in days.

She scarfed down the food in mere seconds, after took a nice warm bath and got new clothes.

“After that a group came with a girl younger than me.. Clementine.”

“From what I could tell Kenny and Clementine knew each-other from before.. He was in a group with her until. They got separated.”

“Y/n. This is Clementine she was in the group I had before.” Kenny says, and she looks at Clementine and smiles.

“H-hi Clementine.” She says to her nervously, it’s been awhile since she’s ran into any other kids.

“After a shit tone of stuff happened, a man came. A man I never wanted nor, thought I would see again.”

She gasps looking up, seeing the man before her.

“Oh, god...” She whispers, shaking trembling hand covering her mouth as she hides behind the railing.

“What is it?” Alvin asks, and she looks at him eyes widened.

“H-he’s the one who killed my parents.” She says, looking down. Her breathing quickening, her vision becoming blurry.

It was as if the world around her was spinning, she covered her mouth with her hands. Trying to stop her from breathing so loud.

“F-fuck he’s gonn-.” She says, then hears Carlos’ screams. And as well Sarah’s

“Rebecca please he’s gonna kill Carlos.” Alvin pleads, and Rebecca looks down.

And stands, “Bill, stop please!” Rebecca shouts, and Carver looks up at her.

She breathes heavily and looks down, as she made her way down the stairs.

James looked at [Y/n] who was breathing heavily, remembering what happened.

“Hey it’s okay,” James says, rubbing her hand gently.

She looks down sadly, she made her way to the others and of course was tied up.

Hands behind her back, her breathing was quickened the world around her was spinning. Her head was spinning.

She felt as if she was drowning, Carver came over and looked at the girl.

And knelt down, “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” He asked, and she felt as if the world was crushing her. Her parents killer right in front of her.

She couldn’t speak, even if she tried she couldn’t. She was terrified scared, she pursed her lips. And looked down.

Carver growled to and looked at the girl closely, “oh I remember you, were that girl. Hey I’m sorry bout’ your parents but that father of yours shouldn’t of shot and killed one of my men.” He says to her, and she looks at him tears running down her cheeks.

She wanted so bad to punch this bastard in this face, shoot him for killing her parents. She wanted to be the one to murder him. But she couldn’t bring herself to do anything.

She was too afraid, she just growled and looked up at him.

“Poshel ty..”She growled, having the courage to say. And Carver growled, and punched her in the stomach.

“What the fuck does that mean?” He says, and she laughs at him.

“Fuck you..” she says to him, smiling.

She coughed and gaged, “I would watch how you speak to me girl..” he says, and she just growls.

“I wanted to kill him James, I didn’t have the courage to but I had the courage to cuss at him in Russian. I-I don’t wanna talk about the events, when he took us captive..”

[Time Skip]

“A lot happening.. and I mean a shit tone of stuff happened and I’m gonna just sum it up for you so we won’t be here for years and end up skeletons.”

[Y/n] was with Jane and Clementine, looking for medicine. When [Y/n] noticed someone limping their way over...

It looked like a boy a teenager maybe late teens, not much older maybe four to three years.

She looked at him, then back over at Clementine and Jane.

“Someone’s coming..” She says, and they make their way over by the stairs behind the gate and hide.

“Shit shit shit.. he’s coming this way. And who knows if he has friends near by.” Jane says, and [Y/n] looks at her..

Eventually he makes his way up the stairs, and grabs to back of medicine..

[Y/n] hides behind the canon, when he turns around and notices her. And he pulls out his gun,

“Ostavaytes' na meste.” He says, holding his gun out shaking.

‘Stay where you are.’ [translation]....

[Y/n] slowly stands shaking a bit, but stands her ground..

“Kto ty.” She asks, in Russian and Arvo is taken back.

‘Who are you?.’ [translation]..

“I-I’m Arvo. I’m going to go. I don’t want to shoot.” He says, shaking and [Y/n] looks at him.

“I-I don’t want to shoot anyone.” He says, the gun still pointing at [Y/n].

“It’s okay Arvo, just put the gun down.” She says, to him. Then Jane snuck up behind him, and took his gun.

And pointed it at him, “Drop it.” Jane says, and Arvo looks at her and drops the bag.

“Clem Y/n, make sure he’s doesn’t have any other weapons in there.” She says, to Clementine you kneels down and opens the bag.

“No I have no more guns I swear to you.” He pleads, and [Y/n] looks at him sympathetically.

“We just need to make sure you’re not a threat.” She says, to him.

“Please please I have not hurt you.” He begs.

“Quiet.” She shouts.

[Y/n] kneels down, “No weapons, it’s just..” [Y/n] says, peering in, and her mouth drops.

“Just a shit ton of meds.” She says, in amazement.

“No no no no. Please take anything else just not the medicine. It’s for my older sister. She’s sick.” He says, and [Y/n] looks back up at him.

“Is it just you and your sister?” She asks, him.

“No I have many friends.in the woods” he says, looking down at her then back up at Jane.

“Sister or not we could really use that stuff.” Jane says to him.

“No no you are not nice people. You have already left me defenseless. And now you take my sisters medicine.” He says..

“It was a long confrontation. I told them not to take it from him and he thanked me of course.”

“But... that was shorted loved I was young I thought he was cute. Really cute but I was good I hiding it. There was a fight between us and Arvo’s group.”

“It was traumatic and I don’t wanna remember that either. But I do remember Kenny beating abusing, being racist is him.”

“He lost everything. And I could tell he didn’t like having to do this. He lost his sister, his group. He had nothing..”

[Y/n] watched as Kenny tied Arvo up, she looked back at him constantly. She shakes her head,

[Time Skip] after losing Luke

‘He doesn’t deserve to be treated this way yes.. He caused this fight but still he doesn’t deserve this.’ She thought.... as she watched Kenny punch Arvo..

When [Y/n] heard Kenny call Arvo a commie, she stood to her feet. “Back the fuck off! You have absolute no fucking right to call him that!” She shouted at him, fuming with anger.

“Stay the fuck out this! This has none of your concern.” He says to her, and she snaps her neck at him.

“Yes it fucking does. I’m Russian to haven’t you noticed that my grandparents were Russian so what. Does that make me a commie too, someone who’s been in your group for years.” She shouted at him, her fist clenched.

“This isn’t any of your concern! This fucking piece of shit.” Kenny shouted, and [Y/n] stood in front of Arvo protectively.

“Lay one fucking finger on him and I’m gone. You won’t see me again. Both of us.” She says to him, glaring at him. Her fingernails digging into the palm of her hand, drawing blood.

“Kenny backed off..”

“He was telling the truth about the supplies and Kenny beated him up in a fit of rage.”

While everyone wasn’t looking or some were asleep, [Y/n] was tending to Arvo’s wounds.

“Why’d you stick up for me.” Arvo whispers to her, quietly she looks at him smiling.

“Because at a young age, I was taught to stick up for others. Yes you did bring your group and lied, but that doesn’t mean you deserve to be called names, and be abused.” She says to him, and he looks down.

“Listen there’s a truck in the back. I’ve been wanting to leave this group for awhile. Kenny hasn’t been stable since someone important to him died.” She says to him, and looks him in the eye.

“I’ll help you escape. If you want I can come with you.” She says to him, and he just looks at her as if he has found hope.

He just nods, and [Y/n] smiles.

“Ugh! I was so naive so young...”

She kissed him on the cheek, and left him. There when eventually she Bonnie, and Mike talked about leaving the group. And she was going with them..

She thought she was in love with Arvo, but looking back she wasn’t. And when she watched, as Kenny murdered him. Yes she was heartbroken saddened, and she hated Kenny for that.

So she left, she left the group left that toxic man behind. And she hated Kenny, she hated him.

“That’s my story.. I was alone for years until of course I met you.”

[flashback ended]

[Y/n] looks up at James and smiles, he smiles at her too.

Then she felt something in her mouth, it was foul and she stood up, and walked to a nearby tree.

“Shit.” She groans, standing up after just puking, then she realizes that she’s past due..

“You okay?” He asks, and she looks over at him and nods lying of course.

“Yes I’m fine. I just have to use the bathroom I’ll be right back.” She says nervously, walking to her bag and pulling out a feminine hygiene and sneakingly pulling out an pregnancy test.

She went behind a tree not far, from the camp. And did her business, and before she went back she waited for the results for the test.

And gasped in shock at what it says...

Positive

#fanfic #x reader #angst #headcanons #fluff #romance #James x Fem!Reader #James TWD #james twdg #whisperers #the walking dead telltale #The Walking Dead Games fanfic #james x reader twd

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refinedbuffoonery · 4 years ago

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I + Can’t + Lose + You (3)

Read it on A03.

Filler chapters are so hard to write, y’all, so this chapter is real short. The next update will get back to the actual plot, so you’ll get to see Riley and Mama Colton in action. Thank you to all the people who hyped me up to write this one. Your support is invaluable. I love you. :)

*****

Riley and Mama were in the absolute middle of nowhere when the last radio station died. They hadn’t seen any signs of civilization for two hours, and it would be at least two more before they reached Phoenix. Periodically, a car drove by or a tumbleweed rolled across the road, but seeing anything else out the window was asking too much.

Riley let her mind wander as she drove down the long, straight road; now was as good of a time as ever to think through the software she’d spent the week debugging. She’d fixed most of the issues, but the solution to one last error dangled just out of reach.

Heat waves rippled off the road, and Riley snapped her attention back to driving, squinting slightly to see through the wavy mirage.

Mama turned down the volume—just static now anyway. “I’m sorry for the way my son treated you. You certainly did not deserve it.”

Well that was unexpected. Riley appreciated her words, even though she was long over Billy Colton.

“Is there a new man in your life?” Mama asked. Riley blushed, just slightly. “So there is,” she said knowingly. The woman didn’t miss a thing. “Well, who is he?”

Smiling to herself, Riley let her biggest secret spill. “He’s Mac.”

There it was.

She finally admitted it aloud to someone other than Mac, and even that confession didn’t cover the full scope of her feelings. Bozer had figured it out forever ago, but it wasn’t the same as her actually telling someone. A weight lifted off her chest.

“MacGyver.” Mama said his name in that rolling, overly-Southern way she always did. “A lucky man. What makes him so special?”

For some reason, Riley felt safe sharing with Mama, so she did. “He wants to make the world a better place,” she said. “He’s selfless, he doesn’t have an evil bone in his body, and he’s the smartest person I’ve ever met.” She glanced at Mama before continuing. “Mac makes me want to be better. To do good. I—” her words died in her throat.

Mama knew she’d been to prison but not the full story of what landed Riley there. Riley didn’t feel like rehashing the parts of her past she’d rather not think about.

“Go on,” Mama murmured.

Riley flexed her fingers around the steering wheel. “I wasn’t always that way.” That was all she was willing to say on that matter.

“I see. I don’t know who you were before”—before you went to prison, she didn’t need to say—“but the woman driving my truck is a fine human being.” Mama cracked a grin. “You should really meet her.”

Riley snorted. “I should, should I?”

They passed the time in peaceful silence. Riley figured the older woman had fallen asleep, but not long after passing a sign reading sixty miles until Phoenix, she drawled, “Do you trust him?”

Riley frowned at the context-less question. “Trust who?”

Mama shot her an exasperated “who else?” look. “MacGyver! Who else would we be talking about?”

Oh. Riley answered, “I trust him completely.” She’d trusted him from the moment he picked the locks on her handcuffs all those years ago.

“Good. Now, does he trust you?”

Apparently this car ride was now an interrogation. “Yeah.”

“Do you love him?”

“Yes.” Of course she loved him...how could she not?

“Are you in love with him? Those are two very different things, you know.”

Riley did know. “Also yes.”

“And is he in love with you?”

Taking a deep breath of too-warm air, Riley said, “Honestly, I don’t know. I think so?”

Mama narrowed her eyes, evidently realizing Riley’s situation was more complicated than she let on. “What makes you so sure he’s the one for you?”

Riley paused before answering. She had to get this right. Not only to appease Mama, but to know, without a shadow of a doubt, herself.

“Because he’s always there for me,” Riley started. “When shit hits the fan, I can always count on Mac. As long as he’s around, I never have to face stuff alone, and I do the same for him. It’s us against the world, not me against him, you know?” Riley smiled. “I’ve never seen my life flash before my eyes more times than when I’m with him, but he’s somehow still the safest, most trustworthy person I know.”

Riley waited. And waited. And waited.

After taking far too long to think it over, Mama seemed satisfied with Riley’s answers. “I’m glad you found each other.”

*****

Mac needed gas, but with the truck in cruise control he could make it all the way to Indio before he had to stop. In the meantime, he couldn’t blast the radio loud enough to drown out the horrible what-if scenarios running through his head.

He would find Riley and bring her home. That much Mac had reassured himself about—at least enough to stave off the Riley-is-dead nightmare scenarios. He’d get there. Until then, she was plenty capable of holding her own.

But even when he did get her back...god they’d made such a mess. Ever since that damn undercover mission to Monte Carlo, Riley shied away from Mac’s touch. They used to be in each other’s personal space all the time, but now there were walls up between them that never existed before.

Mac wished Monte Carlo had never happened at all.

He hated everything about the way the confession happened—the screaming, blowing their covers, it piggybacking off other emotional trauma. Knowing she reciprocated his feelings was everything, but not when the cost was no relationship and a wide chasm between him and his best friend. He’d rather still not know and wait for the right time for a quiet, loving confession.

The truck dinged as the gas light came on. “Shut up. I know,” he groaned. A green sign read ten miles until Indio.

Are you sure we aren’t making a massive mistake?

We can’t do this.

Mac refused to believe they already blew their chance at happiness. They just needed to try again. At least neither of them had said, “I love you.” They still had that. When the right time finally came—a quiet night at his house, sitting by the firepit, watching the city lights below—they would try again, this time leading with soft expressions and those three little words.

He could try again. He would try again.

As Indio rolled into view, Mac turned off the freeway at the first gas station he saw. It was practically empty, so he started filling the tank and headed inside the convenience store in search of a snack.

He settled for a king-sized Reese’s and an iced green tea. Placing his snacks on the counter, Mac greeted the cashier with the standard, “Hey, how’s it going?” and was caught completely off guard when the scrawny teenage boy’s face lit up and he launched into a story about some pretty woman who fixed the security camera.

Following the kid’s gestures, Mac spied the camera in the far corner, lens smashed out and wiring sticking out the front. He walked deeper into the store to get a closer look. Whoever fixed it wired a cell phone camera into the camera hardware—exactly what he would’ve done.

Wait.

Mac whirled on the cashier. “Can you describe the woman who fixed that?”

The kid—Marco, his nametag read—frowned. “Uhh how do I know you’re not some creepy stalker or something?”

“If the woman who fixed that was the same woman I’m thinking of, I’m her best friend.”

“Just checking, dude!” The kid shrugged. “She was hot, man. Black hair, big eyes, Van Halen shirt. I think she was with her mom.”

Her mom? Mac filed that bit of information away for later, but that was Riley, alright. If she had time to fix a gas station security camera with pieces from her phone, then she was safe, at least for now. Mac breathed a sigh of relief. Her phone died because she broke it. “Thanks, man.”

“No problem.”

Mac raced for his truck. The cashier called after him, but Mac couldn’t hear the kid’s words over the ones repeating in his mind. Riley’s safe.

Riley’s safe.

#beth writes #i+can't+lose+you #macgyver #macriley #macgyver fanfiction

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disdaidal · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Questions

Nobody tagged me, I just stole this.

How many works do you have on AO3?

4 fics. I haven’t written a lot I know. But I have more ideas and I want to.

What’s your total AO3 wordcount?

12595.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

On AO3, only Harringrove. On Livejournal (and other fanfiction sites), I wrote mainly jrock fanfiction (band rps, yes) and some KieferLou.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Well since I only have 4, I can’t do top 5. 😂

It’s Always Been You (drunk Billy, love confession, yay)

Count Harrington (my first fic on AO3, two dorks celebrating Halloween together)

I Want To See (All Of You) (Steve showing some love for Billy’s scars)

My Pain Brought You To Me (Bills with a migraine, Steve looking after, still a wip ughh)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes. Haven’t got many of them and I love getting comments, so I always try to reply back.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don’t do angsty endings, sorry. I may be a cliché, but I want my boys to have a happy ending.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

I probably did a couple of crossovers back in the jrock fandom, but mostly just pairing members from different bands together. Gotta tell ya, I’m not a huge fan of crossovers in general.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Given that English is not my first language, I did get some mean comments on my grammar back in the day. Even when I used beta readers lmao. I think the meanest comment I got was in my own language though. This person came to give me a long-ass comment, basically criticizing my characterization, their actions and well – pretty much everything that just happened to annoy them. I guess it made them feel better about themselves. :) I got so pissed off that I ended up deleting that fic in the end. Thus, I also stopped writing fanfiction for a long time, became overly critical of my stuff.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yup, though none of my AO3 fics have any explicit stuff yet (I plan to write some for that wip though, hehe). But umm… I’ve rp’d Harringrove with another person for almost a year now and we’ve written a lot of smutty scenes together already, so. I guess I’m really into dirty talk. And the boys doing it in all kinds of places, not just the usual bedroom. And sex toys too.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

As if. xD Please.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Back when I still used Livejournal, somebody translated one of my ficlets into Italian. <3 I was so honored. I think I still have it saved somewhere.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. I’ve only rp:d.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Ahh man, I can’t answer this. I currently really love Harringrove, but I’ve had a long history in shipping in many different fandoms so I can’t possibly pick just one. They’ve all been important to me, more or less.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Last year when Resident Evil 3 Remake came out, I actually started to write this one Carlos/Jill fic. I got as far as writing chapter two and I had it all planned (for once), and my original plan was making it 6 chapters long. But yeaaahh… who knows, maybe I’ll write it and even publish it some day. Haven’t wanted to put it up because no guarantees that I will ever finish it and don’t want to disappoint people.

What are your writing strengths?

I don’t know. I’d like to say I pay more attention to my grammar these days but that’s not entirely true, because my shit brain keeps malfunctioning and voila – there are missing words and other dumb stuff all across my writing. xD I guess I’m good at rambling and describing stuff? Cause I seem unable to keep things short. Dunno if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

What are your writing weaknesses?

The fact that I get such vivid ideas in my head, but my fingers can’t seem to type that all down, and I get overwhelmed by it. And I still ramble a lot.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Umm… If there are a couple of lines there and there, I guess it’s okay. But if there’s a lot of it, I’ll lose my interest very quickly. This thing happened quite regularly in the jrock fandom (people mixing Japanese with English) and it became confusing to read, especially if you weren’t familiar with those words/phrases yourself. So I’d advise to keep it at minimum if you fic is going to be written mainly in English. But yeah, I mean that’s just my opinion (don’t kill me pls).

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

This is going to be a little embarrassing to admit but when I was 14/15, I was very much into this one band from my country and sort of wrote a self-insert story with them. xD But that’s all I’m gonna say about it rofl.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Out of the ones that I’ve published on AO3… Probably My Pain Brought You To Me. I wrote it specifically for someone else, so I got very invested in it. I’ve also got most comments on it and some people actually subscribed it too. So, I really intend to finish it.

I’m tagging @gothyringwald, @lazybakerart and @wingedbears because your fics have given me so much life recently. ♥ But I welcome other writers to take this too and tag me into it, so I can read your responses. :3

#fic writer questions #fanfiction #tag games #writing #sorry i'm a little bit drunk right now

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poe30 · 4 years ago

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Summer Love part 2

Summary

Summer Love: Julie’s older cousin comes for a summer visit from the east coast, unaware of just what she’s going to get herself into, while helping out. But she’s got a secret of her own, one she’s hid from most of the family, and it includes her 6th sense. Will she be able to help save the ghost band from their curse or will it all blow up in their faces? Especially when a summer love blossoms between one of the ghost boys and herself.

Pairings: Ghost!Luke x Fem!Reader

.-.-. Summer Love Part 1

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Not even taking her eyes off Julie, she kept an eye on the boys glancing around at her items, the tall blonde one telling the other two they shouldn’t be snooping around.

“Relax Alex, she can’t see us.” The one with the cap told the blonde, making his point by waving his hand infront of her face. Biting the inside of her cheek, it took all her willpower to stay composed and not reach out and snap his wrist. Chuckling to herself when she saw Julie get nervous and frantic, glaring at the boys.

“The boys are from Sweden, so they’re holograms. Too much science and all behind it to explain.” Was all Julie told her, waving her hands around a little too much. [y/n] simply rose a brow at her strange behavior, before her willpower dissolved when the boy in the leather jacket spotted the book next to her, and a made a move to grab it. Eyes going darker, she didn’t stop herself from reaching out and gripping onto his wrist a little tightly, surprising everyone else in the room.

“Lets not touch that book alright?” Venom could be detected in her voice as her eyes narrowed at him, before letting his wrist go when he made a move to take a few steps back, regrouping with the other two.

“She can us!?”

“You can see them!?” All of them yelled at the same time, causing her to sigh, knowing damn well the cat was now out of the bag, her own curiosity going on how Julie could see them as well.

“Yes I can see you.” Rolling her eyes, [y/n] snagged the book and put it in a more secure place. “Always have been able to since I got in. I had my suspicions when the other two didn’t make any acknowledgment when they followed you in.” Shrugging nonchalantly as she joined Julie on the bed, chuckling softly as the boys celebrated and started asking questions a mile a minute.

“Enough.” She warned them, causing them to shut up, “An, boundaries boys.”

“[y/n]..how?” Julie started, causing said girl to look over at her, “Is mom around?” Sitting up lightly, she shook her head, hating to break the news to her.

“No, she isn’t. I’m sorry Julie, she did visit me after she passed. Told me everything that was going on at the time. But, she didn’t stay long she crossed over soon after she got done explaining.” [y/n] explained to her, expecting the worst outcome, but was glad to see how strong she took the news.

“Thank you,” Julie started but stopped when her cousin rose a hand.

“Don’t thank me, shes proud of you Julie, you’ve become stronger and you got your spark back. She’s happy that you’re doing better, and I have a feeling these three idiots are the solution.” Smirking softly at her cousin as all the three boys, yelled at her for that, causing Julie to chuckle. “So introductions or am I gonna pull some tricks to get it out of yas?” her attention back to the boys standing in front of her bed.

“I’m Alex, this is Reggie and Luke.” The blonde one introduced them, as she nodded.

“Its nice to meet you boys, I’m [y/n], the squirts older cousin.” Smirking softly,

“By a year!” chuckles going around the room as they continued to talk for awhile, getting to know each other more, catching up and talking about anything that came to their minds. Julie ending up passing out a couple hours later, completely exhausted.

“You boys can stay if you want. But do not touch anything in my bags.” warning them before turning the side light off, settling down in the covers, and letting sleep take over. They glanced at each other, before just teleporting back into the garage, letting the girls rest.

[y/n] was up before Julie even woke up, clothed in some jean shorts, a flannel over top of her tank top and a beanie. Sipping on some coffee, chatting lightly with Ray as Reggie popped in. Little surprise written on his face, chuckling behind her coffee cup, acting like he wasn’t there for the most part. She had to stop herself from snickering when Reggie got out of hand, making excuses up to Ray.

“So what do you have planned today?” Ray asked, making up two plates of breakfast for Carlos and Julie.

“Well, I have plans to meet up with a few friends for a little bit.” Shrugging nonchalantly, not quite telling the whole story. Not that either of them needed to know what the real reason was.

“Alright, just be careful, and try to be home before dinner. Looking forward to your cooking.” Ray smiled at her, before hearing Carlos come down the stairs, Julie not to far behind. [y/n] chuckled, before getting up and placing her cup in the sink,

“I will, don’t worry. You two have fun one your last day of school.” She teased, making her way up to her, and gathering some books, including a few old worn books she warned the boys about. Stuffing them in her bag, she grabbed her keys, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” before she left. The sound of her vehicle fading away.

By the time everyone had gotten home, dinner was already made but no [y/n] was in sight. Julie was the first to notice the note,

“She said not to wait up, she still had a few things to take care of. But to enjoy the food.” Dropping her bag by the stairs, Carlos placing his bag besides her, they didn’t take long on finishing off the delicious food. Jules realizing what time it was after a little bit, before running off to band practice. But what she saw when she entered was not what she expected. [y/n] was pacing back and forth, mumbling to herself, brows furrowed.

“Jules! Can you make her stop? She’s been like this for the past two hours!” Alex exclaimed, getting nervous just watching the older Molina. [y/n] snapped out of it when she heard Alex’s voice, a bit confused, not hearing them poof in.

“Shit.. sorry guys.” scratching the back of her neck awkwardly, not realizing she didn’t have the studio to herself anymore. Letting out a sigh as she plopped back onto the couch, knowing eventually one would be curious enough to ask.

“Is everything alright with your friends?” Reggie asked, a bit concerned for the girl as he came to sit next to her, Julie along with the other three coming closer. Ah, there was the curiosity she was waiting for. Faltering, a bit conflicted on if she should tell them the real reason she was in California. Deciding against it, she nodded,

“Everything is fine with them, just a little problem came up and we all are trying to figure out the best way to fix it.” She explained, before her phone started going off. Groaning, she knew who it was, excusing herself as she left the studio, grabbing her bag on the way out. Leaving the others to glance at each other,

“I’ll talk to her later, right now. Let’s get practice started.” Julie clapped her hands together, snapping the boys out of whatever thoughts they were in, as they each went to their respected instruments. Soon after, music flowed through out into the streets, reaching her cousins ears. Smiling softly as she leaned against her jeep, half paying attention to the person on the other end of the line.

“I’m going to send Willie over. Caleb shouldn’t know who are you, like he does me. Hopefully Willie can give you more information.”

“Fair enough, I’ll send you my location for him. I don’t think it’ll be a problem.” [y/n] replied, quickly sending her location to her friend,

“Got it. I’ll let him know. Thanks [y/n].”

“Don’t thank me just yet, thank me once we take care of this prick.” Smirking softly as the males voice chuckled, before they hung up. Letting her hand fall to her side, she sighed looking up at the color changing sky. Grabbing the bag of books, she climbed on top of the hood, she rummaged through till she found the one she was looking for. Grabbing a pen, she opened the book to the page that had Caleb Covington written on the top of the page. Little bits of information started underneath, not much that she could work with, but she hoped this Willie boy knew some more information.

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Tags: @crybabyddl

(if you want tagged lemme know! Either comments or message!)

#julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke x reader #luke patterson #reggie #alex jatp #short story #ghosts #angst #romance

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sick-raven · 5 years ago

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Flying Off - Jill/Nicholai fanfic

Jill finally has a chance to leave for Europe. However, she meets unexpected person on the plane.

This time it’s not dirty fanfic. Just Jill and Nicholai hate-talking each other.

You can also read on AO3

Flying Off

First months after Raccoon City Jill Valentine went through series of tests, interrogations and long period of sleepless nights. Carlos was good backup during these tiring times, but her plan stayed the same since day one. At the first possible time gather up all the evidence and run to Europe – it’s far enough from Umbrella’s influence and most importantly the place where Chris is already waiting working on taking the corporation down. She knew that together they can put an end to this chaos.

At the moments like this, when her memories jogged back to those late September days, she regretted a lot. Most of the evidence of Umbrella’s research burned together with her apartment. Anything else turned to ashes after the city was wiped out. The one viable source of information she left there to die. All that was left was broken vial from the antivirus she kept secret from the government.

The same vial now hidden as she sat down in the plane finally leaving this continent. Running to Chris. Undercover, with hope that nobody is following her. She didn’t trust anyone back there. Any scientist, lawyer, police officer, general, politician – they all could have been in Umbrella’s pocket. She will pick her own scientist to check if there are any traces of antivirus left. There was already a young rookie scientist on her mind.

The plane took off, once in the air she sighed in relief. The clouds outside seemed so peaceful and watching them just flow in the air was relaxing. It felt as if she left the hell behind and went towards something better now. Others were waiting. As if the all heaviness fell off her shoulders, she closed her eyes and let herself rest.

Heavy body falling next to her shook her awake. She felt a pressure down her ribs that forced her back to her seat. The tip of a knife was touching her side.

“It’s been long time, hasn’t it, Miss Valentine?”

She must have been dreaming. Nicholai was sitting next to her with all knowing smirk on his face. But he died. Raccoon City took him with a blast. She left him there on the airport to eat his sins. Fuck!

“I wouldn’t do that.” The pain in her side stopped her. She was ready to punch his neck. Attack first, ask questions later, but she recalculated. It looked like nobody has noticed this little theatre. Focus, Jill. Nicholai’s hand was hidden under a jacket he threw over it like a blanket. He was here alone; nobody knew about his little endeavour.

Plain clothes, like any other traveller. Just strong arms showing under the t-shirt gave away that he might be a soldier.

“Surprised to see me?” The shit-eating grin showed how much he enjoyed this situation.

“I am used to bastards not dying when you want them to,” she replied coldly. “It’s hard to kill cockroaches.”

Puff of air came of his mouth in short laughter. “Give me the vial, miss Valentine, and I will leave you unharmed.”

“Or what? You will kill me here in front of all those people?” she smirked. “I don’t think so.”

“I’m a patient man. I can sit for hours and wait for the plane to land. Everyone will leave and then in one fast stab you will be no more.” He wasn’t bluffing, he whispered to her with resolution as if taking someone’s life was everyday deal for him. Let’s face it, it probably was. He wasn’t afraid to sacrifice his co-workers for money. His hands were covered in blood. “Or you might think of asking for help, screaming. Do you know how far we are? Not enough, the closest airport is back there in States. In the case of emergency landing, they will have to turn it around and you will be back there, with Umbrella waiting for you.”

Jill tried to stay calm. Calculating this situation wasn’t in her favour. She needed to play it smart. The flight was long.

“Everything in order?”

Jill looked up at the flying attendant smiling at them.

“Yes, thank you,” Nicholai shunned her.

“Actually,” Jill said at the same time and leaned towards the flying attendant. The knife grazed her side. “I would love some coffee.”

“Milk or sugar?”

“Black, please.”

Carefully she took the coffee and brought it just so close in front of Nicholai’s face to her side of the seats. He stopped breathing for a short second and Jill took it as a little victory. Back in Raccoon City she showed him she can be ruthless just like him. The thought of spilling the hot liquid on him crossed her mind but causing fight on the flight wouldn’t be worth it.

However, she wasn’t finished with dismissing Nicholai’s threats.

“Thank you, you are a sweetheart,” she said to the flying attendant and shot her a smile. She smiled back and went to attend others. Jill took a sip of the coffee; hot liquid burned the tip of her tongue.

“I don’t think I caught what you want,” she finally turned her attention back to Nicholai.

“The vial with the antivirus.”

“You mean the antivirus you destroyed?” annoyance entered her voice. She gulped the coffee just to get hold of herself, but that scene kept coming back to her. They could have saved the city, they would have means to fight any other possible outbreak and this son-of-a-bitch took it away from them.

“Umbrella wants all the evidence gone.”

“I don’t have it.”

He smiled again – showing his teeth, looking like a wild animal ready to jump at her neck. Jill tried to find some information about this guy, all she got was hearsay and fantastic stories. And a nickname – Silver wolf. Just like a wolf he could sink his teeth into her flesh. Let him choke.

“Don’t lie to me, miss Valentine.”

“Check for yourself.” She nodded towards the overhead shelf with her bag.

“I already did when you were taking your little nap.”

“Then you know I don’t have it.”

He rested his elbow on the armrest between them and leaned closer. His breath smelled of coffee and mint, very different from back in Raccoon where everything smelled like blood and sweat. She felt it on her skin, she just kept drinking avoiding eye contact.

“You are not stupid; you are bringing it to Europe. You either have it on your person or in the luggage.”

“You are right, I am not stupid. I am not telling you shit. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” In one swift movement – and she deserved slight pinch in her side – she took out a book out of her handbag. Then she threw the bag into Nicholai’s lap. “Suit yourself.”

Nicholai watched her, baring his teeth. She just turned the pages focused on the text. As if he was nothing but a little annoyance. Not a wolf but a fly, buzzing but harming no-one. No threat, no pack.

After short check he threw the handbag under her feet. “Listen-“ he started but raised finger stopped him. Jill finished a paragraph and looked at him over the cover.

“Do you have something important to say?”

“The vial-“

“That conversation is over. Now, I want to finish this book before I am stabbed to death, thank you very much.”

There was a silence for maybe five pages. Tip of the knife scratched her ribs as she was breathing, she tried to not pay attention to it, but felt droplets of blood running on her side.

“I see you like to play games.” His voice sounded so close, she flinched. Nicholai was leaning right to her ear. “Just like you did in that train.”

The train. She almost forgot – it was heat of the moment, way to release stress from the situation they were in. Constantly followed, hurt, all she wanted was to forget for a second about Nemesis looking for her and the giant target on her back. She didn’t trust him then, but it was before he turned out to be greedy bastard.

The sex was good, but nothing to keep in memory.

She turned a page. Nicholai boasted about his patience, but her indifference apparently drove him mad. Maybe he was used to people bargaining or trying to talk their way out of this. Or maybe he was projecting because he sure loved to hear himself talk.

“I wonder why is Umbrella so afraid of you. You weren’t even brave enough to shoot me.”

With a sigh she closed the book. “You are right, I could’ve shot you back in Raccoon City. But seeing you beg for your life was much more entertaining.” She hit the spot. If the hatred had physical manifestation it would be Nicholai right now. Grinning, she continued to poke his nerve. “What a strong ruthless man you are, begging for your life like a baby. I will pay you anything, let me go with you, miss Valentine,” she mocked.

“Don’t play with me.”

“You said it yourself, I love to play games. Let’s play this one. You want the vial? Beg for it.”

Facing each other so close Nicholai became only thing in her field of vision. Jaw clenched in anger, his eyes spiking through her. His Adam’s apple rose as he swallowed.

“You forgot who has the knife,” Nicholai hissed.

“I see.” Back to the book it was. Even without looking at him the mood changed fast. The frustration hanged in the air with familiar smell of sweat, anger and cheap cologne. If felt like blood rushing on her side, ashes in her mouth from the Raccoon City and pain. The knife meant nothing, the memory meant nothing, the anger couldn’t get her to cooperate. She knew that and Nicholai knew that too.

“It seems I underestimated the situation again. You cooperate much better when someone your love is on the line.” Fear joined the emotional party in her, but she shunned it – Nicholai had nothing. He was just trying to get reaction out of her. “I guess I will have to use the old good methods.”

The knife moved. It didn’t cut, just slid on her skin, from her side towards centre of her chest. He rested it there for a while, she felt the blade against her heart. It stung her every time she breathed in. Jill clenched her teeth.

“Still nothing?”

“I still didn’t hear you say please.”

It took second. Nicholai pushed on the knife. Jill grabbed his wristed and yanked the hand away. She felt the blade cutting her slightly. She twisted his wrist, the knife fell on the ground. Nicholai attacked her, his elbow hit her temple. The force sent her to the window, where she hit her head again. Pain spiked through her skull, but it was nothing next to what Nemesis did to her in Raccoon City. She kicked the knife, it slid under next set of seats and disappeared from her sight.

At the same time Nicholai tried to grab for the knife. She caught his arm and forced him back to the seat. He pushed against her but stopped.

“Everything okay?” asked the flight attendant who walked to them.

Jill put on the most charming smile. “Yes, everything is perfect.”

“You have something on your shirt.”

Jill looked down. Where Nicholai cut her, the shirt got stuck to her skin and bloody. She grabbed his jacket and dressed herself to hide the blood. “Hot dog accident at the airport, I am clumsy.”

The flight attendant wasn’t very convinced of their play.

“I am sorry for disturbing the flight. It will never happen again, right, Nicholai?” Jill turned to her foe. He smiled too, more annoyed grimace than anything else.

“Right. Apologies.”

The flight attendant left them alone. Jill watched after her, she saw her talking to others and pointing their way. “If they turn the flight because of you, I will kill you,” she hissed at Nicholai.

“Suits me just fine.”

“So, are they paying you to get the vile or kill me too?”

“No, you are more worth alive. You can bring them to others to get rid of you one by one,” Nicholai answered.

“You’ve been stalking me. That’s how you know about the vile.”

“Of course. You took it out of Raccoon city. Then you never handed it in. I knew you had to have it.”

Jill raised her eyebrows. “You were the only one who knew about it. Nobody else knew anything about me bringing it along. You told Umbrella so they send you after me. You did this on purpose.”

“Every little detail means a lot more dollars.”

“And you got this job by accident,” she said mockingly.

“Oh no, I wanted to see you again.” The tone in what he said it bit morrow in her bones. So cold, but it missed the hatred she’d expect after everything. Nicholai was looking her over, she felt similar feeling she did back in the train. He was good looking, she had to give him that. And his strong arms…

She had to grin at herself for thinking like that. “To get revenge.”

“To get anything. And the vial.”

Jill shook her head. Why was she the type people will stalk? First the monster, now him. In a way, it felt great. When it didn’t steal her sleep, when it didn’t endanger her life, when it didn’t destroy chances of the whole city to live – then it felt great to be wanted. Negatives just outweighed the positives too much. And it made her feel guilty when she caught only positives for a brief moment.

No, she is not doing him any favours. But she still wanted to see him dumbfounded.

“The vial. Is that really only thing you will talk about? Okay, I will tell you where is the vile. My conditions haven’t changed. Say please.”

“You are ridiculous,” he scoffed.

She leaned to him again looking him straight in the eyes. “Maybe. I just really want to see you desperate again. Come on. It’s a lot of money for a simple word.”

Nicholas tilted his head on a side and looked somewhere behind her. He scoffed again, fighting with himself over a stupid word. Jill’s smile grew wider, soon she was grinning, teeth out, his struggle was entertaining to watch.

“Alright,” he finally looked at her. “Please, miss Valentine, will you tell me about the vial.” Poison was dripping from every word. Jill chuckled and leaned right next to his ear, her lips touched his skin for a brief second.

“It’s not here.”

“What?” he hissed.

“You said it yourself, you knew my every step. And I knew Umbrella was following me. I never boarder the plane with the vile.”

Nicholas frowned; Jill kept smiling.

“It’s already in Europe, I send it via post, undercover, long time ago. If Umbrella didn’t catch the package, you will never get your hands on the vial.”

Nicholas sighed and got up. “Then I have no business with you.”

“Oh, not gonna kill me?”

He shrugged. “You lost my knife. The jacket, please.”

Jill already had her book open again. “No, that’s mine now, you ruined my shirt.”

Nicholas shifted his weight. “I will be back for it.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

She watched him over the pages. He left to the front of the plane and she lost him. The smile stayed on her face, this interaction made her unexpectedly cheery. Yeah, hearing Nicholas humiliate himself again was great.

Like a ghost he disappeared. She didn’t see him for the rest of the flight, nor on the airport. Only thing left of him was faint smell of his cologne on the jacket.

#resident evil #jill valentine #nicholai ginovaef #valenvaef #resident evil 3 remake #fanfiction #sick raven writing #I changed the name according to new localization #but I cannot be bothered changing it in the last fiction

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Little Lies

Narcos - Javier Peña - Series

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine

A young writer moves to Colombia to perform research on the drug war for her latest novel. She’s willing to do anything for information, which leads her down a rabbit hole that begins to blur the line between pretending to be someone and becoming something she might not be ready for.

Her latest target is a D.E.A. Agent named Javier Peña. But will he believe her cover story?

Warnings: Alcohol use (vodka, tequila, and whiskey), strong language (pretty much every expletive under the sun), smut - thigh riding, oral sex (male and female receiving), rough sex (choking, spanking), unprotected sex (wrap it up, folks), implied age gap, daddy kink

My hope is that you can imagine this character as any race with any style of hair (as someone with short hair I get annoyed when every fic mentions long locks and ponytails).

This is kind of a dumb note but I feel the need to clarify that this smut is completely aimed at Peña - I love Pedro but in a completely different, non-sexual way. It’s a credit to his acting skills that he can make me want to fuck nearly every character he plays when IRL I just want to be his best friend.

It was the bar nearest the brothel, the brothel nearest the Carlos Holguin police base. She hoped to every God in every religion that the intel she’d pulled from the fresh faced fledgling police officer had been worth the subpar sex and chlamydia scare. She was one vodka cranberry and two tequila sunrises in and if Peña didn’t show she planned to go three more deep. Hopefully it’d make up for the shitty music and creepy stares she’d put up with so far tonight.

Jesus Christ, it was 11:48 already. Surely he wouldn’t show. With a sigh she flagged down the bartender and switched back to a vodka cranberry. Always gotta be on the offensive when it comes to UTIs, she thought with a shudder. The police officer really had been a bad lay. The fact that she couldn’t even remember his name was more than proof enough.

“Whiskey. Dry,” came a dark voice beside her. Innocently, without a single thought of preparedness or putting on an act she turned to see the source of the deadpan order.

Fuck.

Leather jacket, button up hardly buttoned beyond his chest, mustache and mussed brown hair.

It was Peña.

If anything, his frazzled expression and the heavy dark circles under his eyes were enough indication even if he didn’t match the police officer’s description to the T. “Lazy fuck can’t even dress himself all the way, always has to look like he’s just rolled out of bed while also trying to seem like a bad boy. Stuck up bastard.”

She took a moment to clear her head, assuming the stance and mindset she’d been preparing all night.

“Such a basic order,” she said with a smirk. He took the bait, at least so far, eyeing her from his peripheral without fully turning, without fully engaging.

“I don’t have the patience for anything that takes longer to pour,” he remarked.

“A man who has somewhere better to be than the bar. Refreshing, so far tonight,” she replied, hoping against all hope that he’d look at her properly.

Her luck was with her. He did, eying her up and down. Quickly, and not as hungrily as she’d hoped. Shit.

“You’re alone?” he asked flatly.

“Yep,” she answered, trying to keep her voice light and inviting.

“Well…” his drink arrived, and after giving the bartender an appreciative nod he took a large swig. More than half of it was gone, she noted with a raised eyebrow. “What did you expect?” He leveled her with a gaze that was, all at once, detached and heavy.

“I’m used to it,” she shrugged, “I’m not exactly a stranger here.”

She was, though.

But he needed to think she wasn’t. She needed him to think that she was fishing for clients, that she was working.

“So you live nearby?”

Thank God. He was continuing the conversation. He was interested, despite the fact that his body language was still closed off and tense.

“Work,” she replied, taking a long sip of her own drink, eying him suggestively as her lips wrapped around her straw.

“Work?” he asked, taking another draw from his drink, following her lead.

“Night shifts, mostly.”

“Then shouldn’t you be there?”

“I am.” He looked at her in full now, eyes raking over her with a new sort of intensity.

“Bartender?”

“Nope.”

“Then what?”

“So forward,” she noted with a flirtatious roll of her eyes and another smirk. She eyed him up and down as well.

Well, well, well. She’d been expecting someone ugly, hard faced and unremarkable. Paunchy. Pale. But his dark and rugged looks actually made him look more inviting and less assuming than the pompous bastard she’d been on the lookout for - and as such it was honestly a mystery to her as to why he preferred the embrace of prostitutes when he could easily pick up women of any profession with ease. Wasted cash, she thought to herself. She held nothing against women who made their bodies their business - in fact, she admired them - but surely he didn’t need to spend money to get laid? Whatever. It didn’t matter how attractive he was. What mattered was what he was willing to tell her in the aftermath of a good fuck.

“So something secret,” he answered with a grin of his own. He finished his drink and motioned to the bartender he needed another. Good. Get drunk. Get easy.

“What about you?” She took another long sip, careful to slip her tongue around her straw before drinking. This time, he noticed.

“Couldn’t say the same, really,” he said with a shrug, taking his second drink and giving it a hearty sip. “I’m just a glorified janitor. I’ve told you mine, now you tell me yours.”

A smooth liar.

“I work nights at a bar where I’m not a bartender,” she replied with a shrug of her own. “I hope that doesn’t scare you away.”

He chuckled. He let his eyes roam her body once again. Instinctively she arched her back and let her tits and ass be the focal points of his exploration. She hoped the way he immediately took a heavy swig was a good sign.

“Quite the opposite,” he answered, though his eyes trailed away from her and instead scanned the rest of the bar.

What should she say in response? She began to panic. She hadn’t expected it to be so easy. Why not, though? He was a notorious horn dog. Doesn’t he prefer his regulars? That’s what her intel had told her. “Fucks the same whores every night in rotation.” That and a bunch of bullshit about someone named Steve Murphy. He was married, with a kid. Who gave a shit about him? He wasn’t crackable. Family men were off limits to her - wives were sacred territory. She couldn’t bring herself to hurt them.

“I’m glad,” was her pathetic response. “You’re the only interesting man who’s sat beside me all night.”

In all honesty, there hadn’t been many others. Plenty of lewd looks - that was to be expected given her low cut tank top and short jean shorts - but it was a slow night and those that had approached her she quickly turned down (with the bartender for backup if they didn’t get the hint). She wondered if it was because she was so obviously not Colombian. She didn’t blame anyone for being suspicious of foreigners given everything going on. She was German, not American, but she didn’t expect them to know the difference.

Thank fuck Peña wasn’t phased.

In fact, he seemed intrigued by it.

She took in the way his dark brown eyes raked over her, the way the faintest of smirks was twitching across his lips. Hook, line, and sinker.

“I haven’t seen you around here before,” he stated at last.

That’s because I’ve never been here, she thought.

“I’ve seen you, though. You know some of my friends.”

Please believe me.

He cleared his throat. “Friends nearby?”

“Duh, Peña” she answered it with a devilish grin. She took another long sip from her drink, letting her tongue lull along her straw again, this time while making direct eye contact with him.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.

“Fuck? Sure, my apartment’s not far,” she quipped.

“I thought you said you only worked around here?” he answered, taking another deep draw from his drink.

“Mmm, no. I just lead with that. How else would you catch a clue?”

He finished his whiskey and motioned for the bartender to give him his check.

“And hers,” Peña intoned when he came around.

“Not just a man - a gentleman.” Time to turn it up a notch. She let her hand slip onto his thigh, applying no pressure but grazing briefly over his obscenely tight jeans. He turned his attention away from the bartender long enough to glance at her hand.

“I wouldn’t say that, exactly,” he answered. He almost sounded sad. Honestly, that was just more ammo.

“But I would, and what I say is what matters right now.” She squeezed his thigh ever so slightly with delicate fingers. Please, for the love of God work.

“What direction?”

“Hmm?” she faked, giving him another coy glance as she sucked up the last of her vodka cranberry.

“Your apartment.”

“North,” she answered, giggling slightly as he shuffled through his wallet for the right bills.

“You smoke?”

“Religiously.”

It was hard to admit, but true. She’d only started when she moved to Colombia. How else were you supposed to deal with the stress of it? Bogota and Medellin were constantly in turmoil. There was no guarantee that the next target wasn’t near you. But she thrived on it. There was no way her creativity could be as stimulated back in Europe, even since the Wall had fallen. The coke simply wasn’t as good back home, and that’s half of why’d she came here in the first place.

“Let me light you a cigarette,” Peña replied, pulling two from his shirt pocket and holding forth the lighter in question. She took it in eager lips with eager eyes, locking with his beyond the flame and hoping the heat that emanated from his lighter reached beyond her eyelashes and struck him to the core.

“Lead the way,” he continued, taking a deep puff from his own cancer stick.

You really shouldn’t be smoking them, she chided herself.

“Yes, sir.” She took him by the hand and led him from the bar, taking a heavy pull from the cigarette in her hand and releasing the smoke into the air with relish. It’s working. All she had to do was make it past a few more roadblocks and she’d be in. Or - rather - he would.

Her hands shook slightly as she tucked the key into the second deadbolt on her door.

“Sorry there’s so many hoops,” she whispered. Her neighbors were sensitive to noises, and she wanted to save her allowance for the rest of the evening.

“It’s good. You should be safe, given…what you do and the neighborhood you do it in,” he answered, a hand absentmindedly trailing down her side.

Perfect.

She undid the handle of her door and pushed it open, revealing the sparsely furnished room beyond. A couch. A TV on an otherwise empty stand. A kitchen full of cupboards of (though it wasn’t initially obvious) mostly empty shelves. A small, ragged rug, originally bright and multicolored, now faded and worn and sad. The result of other apartments with roommates who didn’t give a shit about the longevity of the furnishings she provided.

“Kitchen. Couch. Bathroom’s to the right, bed’s over there,” she noted, waving towards the left side of the room. Seeing as it was a cramped studio, there was no chance that he hadn’t noticed it before.

“Your accent…not American,” he stated, closing the door behind himself and kindly putting all the locks back in place.

“You’re right. German,” she answered, reaching into one of the few filled cabinets and pulling forth a bottle of red wine. Already opened, maybe stale, but enough for the moment. She retrieved two glasses as Peña came to rest against the counter.

“What the fuck are you doing here, then?”

Time to lie. She’d kept the same act throughout her interactions with police and prostitutes alike.

“My parents were missionaries, I came out to watch the house during the day. Eventually, they helped the “wrong” people - at least that’s what the sicarios thought. They were killed because of it. Unsurprisingly, missionary work doesn’t leave much money behind. I’m trying to earn my way home,” she answered with a shrug, pouring and then handing Peña a glass of wine.

“How much do you charge?”

“Pesos or dollars? $70,000 or $200.”

He took a large swig of his wine and nodded.

“Happy to be of service,” he said, his dark eyes locking with hers in a surprisingly genuine expression.

“Thank you.” It was out of her mouth before she could think about it. She didn’t need the money. Her parents were oblivious and safe in Berlin and more than happy to pay her rent. It felt wrong to rely on their kindness, but she wanted this. She needed to prove herself with this novel.

She took a deep draw of her wine, eying him the entire time.

“What’s your first name? The other girls have only ever called you Peña.”

I already know it.

“Javier,” he admitted. Yeah, duh.

“Can I call you Javi? Or do you prefer something else?”

“Something else?” He cocked an eyebrow, lifting his glass of wine to his lips once again and drinking deeply.

“Some prefer daddy,” she answered, “Or papi, or something similar.”

“Don’t call me daddy until later,” he answered, taking a big swig and shaking his head slightly. “If at all.”

“You look like you’d like daddy,” she replied, following his lead and gulping down more wine. Her head was thoroughly spinning now, but it’s what she needed to reach the high where she didn’t care who she was fucking, only what they could say after.

“Looks can be deceiving.”

She nodded, brushing past him to the stereo on her bedside table. She popped it open to check the tape currently inside - Billie Holiday. That’ll do. Taking yet another drink she closed it and pressed play before turning to look at Javi across the counter.

“How old are you?” he chuckled, “This doesn’t seem like something from your era. Or mine, even.”

“Growing up east of the wall, most things from my childhood were outdated,” she answered with a shrug.

She hadn’t. Her parents just had an affinity for old music.

Javi cocked an eyebrow. “Makes sense. Although I’m gonna admit I don’t know much about the whole Berlin thing.”

“You’ve been in Colombia how long?”

“Jesus. Eleven, twelve years? I’ve lost count.”

She let out a short laugh. “I don’t blame you, then. There’s enough going on here to keep anyone distracted from what’s happening anywhere else.”

“You’ve got that right,” he sighed, suddenly looking rather tired.

“Even for a…janitor.” She leveled him with a knowing look, taking in the last of her wine and licking her lips.

“Right,” he answered, throwing his head back as he finished his drink as well.

“Come here,” she commanded softly, setting her empty glass on the bedside table and holding her hands out to him.

“I’m a terrible dancer,” he warned, but nevertheless he left his glass on the counter and crossed the room. Before he came to her he tossed a few things out of his pockets onto her night stand. Cigarettes, wallet, and his badge - which he tucked beneath the cigarettes. Then he moved to join her. His left hand quickly traveled from her palm to the small of her back, pulling her tight against him and filling her head with his scent - heady, leather and amber, cigarettes and whiskey. Their fingers laced together as they began to sway in lazy circles, footwork loose but eyes locked intensely. I can do one better. She slipped her hand beneath his jacket and ran her fingers up the back of his shirt, letting her nails rake through the fabric and into his skin.

“I hope that only applies to this kind of dancing,” she murmured, looking up at him through heavily lidded eyes.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he dipped his head towards hers, lips brushing ever so softly against her own.

She couldn’t help it. Between the drinks she’d had at the bar and the wine and the music and the way his skin felt warm and firm beneath her fingers, she was the one who went onto her tiptoes to deepen the kiss.

In an instant he dropped her hand and snaked both his arms around her, fingers gripping her shoulder and waist as he returned with equal fervor. She pulled her own hand from his back up to his chest, both palms splaying across his pecs before clinging onto the edges of his shirt as he began to turn and push her towards the bed.

She let him. He could pretend all he wanted that he wasn’t the dominant type, but from her (albeit limited) experience men always showed their true colors in the heat of the moment.

Before she knew it her back was hitting the mattress, his weight leaning on top of her as they continued the same kiss, tongues finally peeking out to explore one another and entwine in quick and heated movements. She wasn’t ready to give in yet, though.

She hadn’t grabbed his thigh absentmindedly back in the bar.

She wanted it.

Wanted to feel it.

With very specific parts of her body.

“Sit up.” She commanded, pulling away from the feverish pursuit of his lips.

“What?” He was out of breath, searching her face obliviously.

“Sit. Up.” Her voice was hard. She meant business.

Reluctantly he did so, and as soon as he moved she was on him. Thrusting her right knee between his legs and her left on the other side of his right, she kissed him deeply as she began to drag her aching core against the fabric of his jeans, sparking with the pressure and friction.

“I’ve wanted this all night,” she breathed. For once she didn’t have to pretend. Who was he to walk around looking like that, wearing what he wore? Surely he knew the effect he had, what he made others want so desperately. And now she had consent…right?

His hands moved to her hips and held them tightly, his face finding its way to her neck as he began to press hot kisses into the soft skin, his tongue flicking against it with fierce intensity.

Yes. Yes she did.

Her shorts were interfering with the entirety of her pleasure. The rough denim began to hurt the more she dragged herself across his thick thigh. Frustrated, she stood up with a huff of indignation and unbuttoned her shorts, thrusting them towards the floor unceremoniously and stepping out of them as she resumed her position on top of him.

“Fuck,” he groaned under his breath. His fingers began to trace the lacy outline of her thong, briefly gripping her ass before focusing on her hips, thumbs rubbing against the bones as he began to pull her closer to him in pace with the rhythm she’d set with her own thrusts.

She dipped to join their lips once more, forcing her tongue into his mouth with vigor. He had the rest of the night to exert himself over her, surely he could give her these first few moments?

He did, succumbing to her assertions and melting at her touch.

“How do you want it next?” she breathed. “I’ve been selfish enough. Next one’s yours.”

“On your knees,” he murmured, undoing his belt. She nodded nervously as she did so.

Within moments he stood before her, unzipped and pulling out his cock. Average in length but thick and throbbing.

“No briefs?” she asked with a laugh.

“No time, baby.”

“You’re a mess,” she giggled, taking him in her hand. “Make me a mess, too.”

She gave his tip an experimental lick, surprised by how hot his skin was. She began to pump her hand along his length, slowly licking the underside of his member from bottom to top in time with her hand. He groaned and ran his fingers through her hair, locking onto it with a firm grip.

“In your mouth,” he ordered.

She looked up at him, suddenly nervous. But she did as he asked, wrapping her lips around his tip and licking it to get enough saliva around her lips to get her down his length smoothly. And then she was taking him halfway, hand still pumping near the end of his shaft, moving in time with her mouth as she began to bob gently along his length. She swirled her tongue around him, sucking with varying pressure as she made her way further and further down his cock.

He tilted his head back with a groan, pulling on her hair slightly before pushing her head towards him. Suddenly she was taking a lot more of him in her mouth, even though her throat wasn’t ready. She gagged slightly but refused to loosen her grip on him. I’m supposed to be used to this. He couldn’t know how inexperienced she was. She did her best to relax the back of her throat as he pulled and pushed her onto him again.

She decided to abandon having a hand on him and instead rested her hands on her thighs, tightly balled into fists as she tried to resist her gag reflex as best she could. Her eyes began to water, so she closed them. She decided to focus on her tongue, slipping it around him as his hips began to thrust into her - thankfully rather gently. But it was still a lot to take in, and it took all of her concentration to think about where her tongue was and not how the tip of his cock was now pressing against the back of her throat.

Mercifully, he pulled all the way out of her and she immediately raised her hand to his length, pumping slightly as she gave his tip one last twirl of her tongue, leaning back as she finished, a single strand of spit trailing between her lips and his cock.

“Stand up.”

She did.

“On your back.” He was out of breath, eyes glazed over with lust as he began to pull her shirt up over her head. It hit the floor with the softest of sounds.

She followed his lead by unbuttoning his shirt, trying not to lose her place as he flipped her onto her back, pushing her up the bed until her head hit her pillows and his legs were firmly planted between her own. She finished her work so quickly she surprised herself, forcing him to sit up and shrug out of his clothing. Except for his jeans. They were still on, and now marked with traces of the wetness she was feeling at the base of her sex.

“I’m more naked than you are,” she whined, pouting her lips slightly as she pushed against his chest to keep him off of her.

“Fine,” he sighed. “I’ll take off my pants while you take off your bra.”

“Good boy,” she giggled.

They did so, stripping themselves at the same time.

Her nipples perked at the cold air as she tossed her bra into the oblivion to her right. When next he pressed into her, he was completely naked.

His fingertips expertly wrapped themselves at the edge of her panties and began stripping them off her with no trouble at all. He dangled them in front of her in a moment of triumph before tossing them in the same direction as her bra.

“Come on daddy,” she whispered sarcastically.

“Don’t,” he breathed.

After placing a few kisses along her chest and stomach he descended to her core, his lips expertly wrapping around her most sensitive place and sucking so hard she couldn’t help but gasp.

“Are you sure you want to…?” She asked, trying to keep her hands from gripping the sheets.

“Shut up,” he replied, kissing her inner thighs. “I can tell you’ve barely been touched.”

He wasn’t wrong. A long-term boyfriend in college. Shy and religious: they’d barely done a thing. A quick affair after graduation: he was nothing to write home about. A low-ranking cartel member: done in five minutes, thankfully over her stomach. The police officer: she’d convinced him to wear a condom - albeit a shitty old one out of his wallet - but that was the highlight of her evening. He hadn’t been experienced or giving, except in the pillow talk, when he’d blabbed all about Murphy and Peña. Other than that, she was new to proper sex and completely clean. She’d even gotten checked, just to be sure. And, apparently, he could tell. The way his tongue pressed against her entrance confirmed as much.

“Fuck Javi,” she moaned, “it’s not normally like this.”

An assumption. Everything she’d absorbed from the prostitutes she’d interviewed had been that their clients didn’t give a single fuck about the woman’s pleasure. Most came before the girl was even close to orgasm. However, she hadn’t been able to interview one of Peña’s regulars. She didn’t really have any idea what he was like, other than the fact that he liked it frequently.

“Good,” he muttered, taking only a moment away from licking straight from her center to her clit to respond before he dove back into her with vigor. It was all she could do not to shout his name. She wasn’t a prostitute. She wasn’t nearly as experienced as she pretended to be. The way he let his tongue loll against all sorts of parts of her was driving her crazy. No one had done this to her before, no one had driven her this close to the edge.

But she knew she needed more. She needed to be filled.

“Your fingers,” she begged, surprised at how vulnerable her voice sounded, “or more. I just need something.”

Wordlessly he removed his mouth from her sex only long enough to adjust his hands before he continued, a rough finger exploring her core before she could even prepare herself for it.

“More,” she mewled.

He obliged.

Two fingers entered, and after a minute or so, three. She arched her back so intensely that his mouth was ripped from her clit.

“Still more?” he asked, the faintest hint of a laugh in his voice.

“Please.” She probably looked pathetic beneath him as he lifted himself onto his knees, looking down at her with excited eyes and a suppressed smirk.

“Good,” he murmured, bringing his mouth to hers while his hand rubbed his rock hard tip against her center, parting the folds and gently bumping against the most sensitive part of her sex.

“Javi, please.” She hadn’t expected such a genuine request from herself in this exchange, but good God she wanted him. All of him. Right now.

“Only if you agree,” he said, breathless, clearly restraining himself.

“Agree to what?” She bucked her hips against him, desperate to be filled.

“Agree that I’ll get to choose every position from now on. No back and forth. Just me.”

“Yes,” she answered before she could think about it. “Yes.”

And with that, he finally sunk into her, eyes rolling back in his head as he bottomed out almost immediately. If she was being honest, it hurt, but she bit her lip to contain the exclamation she wanted to release. A prostitute wouldn’t be new to an entry like this. She’d be used to much rougher. At least Javi gave her a warning, prepared her. If what her intel had told her was true, no one was ever this nice with the girls they paid for.

“Fuck” was all she allowed herself to breathe. Short and unceremonious. “Harder.” It was probably what he expected, and even though it would feel like she was being ripped apart she needed to maintain the illusion.

She didn’t know if she could handle much harder, but Javi seemed to sense that. He backed out slowly and came back in even slower.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered, “I can’t go fast yet.”

As such, he pushed in and out of her at an even pace - almost hesitant - stretching her out gently after his initial descent.

“I can take it,” she murmured. Can I? She’d soon find out.

“Are you sure?” he asked, “You’re so tense.” His hands were roaming up and down her sides. Shit. Surely he could feel the way her entire body had cramped up at his initial push, cringing at the pressure she was experiencing.

“In anticipation,” she lied. “Please, just…fuck me.”

At this point, it was almost too intimate. She’d started to want it too much. He was a source of information - sex was simply an avenue to gaining insight into his side of the drug war. She needed it to hurt, to detach herself from the situation before she lost track of her goal. I’m supposed to be a prostitute, she reprimanded herself. I need to focus.

So he did. He gripped her hips as he immediately picked up his pace, sliding into her fast and even. She felt like she might split in two, but it also felt so good. She let out the softest of moans - if she dared to be any louder he was sure to hear the strain in her voice, and maybe he’d stop, and maybe he’d know. She could practically feel herself tearing at the sudden onslaught, but the same had happened with the cartel runner and the police officer. They wouldn’t have cared if they knew she was hurting. And she hadn’t enjoyed it then. But now?

Her hands ran down his back, fingernails digging deep into the skin. His breathing was becoming labored, his face dipping into the crook of her neck as he placed distracted kisses and bites against the skin of her ear and shoulder and everything in between.

He was going faster now, bottoming out so hard she felt like he was pushing against her cervix with every thrust. His hands left her sides and gripped her thighs, pulling them further apart but closer to him.

“Javi,” she breathed. “Don’t stop.” She only half meant it. The pressure mounting in the middle of her pelvis scared her. She’d never orgasmed before - was this what was building? It felt so good but so foreign at the same time.

He bit her shoulder as hard as he rammed into her and she let out a sharp gasp.

“Say it now,” he whispered in her ear. She knew what he meant.

“Daddy,” she moaned.

“Flip over,” he growled, pulling out of her and letting go of her legs.

“Yes, daddy.” She turned herself around, a feat considering how numb her legs had become.

She’d meant to remain on all fours, but his hand came to the back of her neck and roughly pushed her face into the pillows. It sent shivers down her spine. Good shivers. Unexpected. His other hand guided his member along her slit, wetting itself with ease. She couldn’t help it. She’d never been so aroused.

“Beg for it,” he demanded. His voice had gone even darker, husky and fighting for air. His fingers clenched around her neck, and she could’ve sworn he let out a faint moan.

“Please, daddy,” she whined. “Please fuck me.”

Suddenly he was plowing into her again, one hand still holding her down and the other clenching her hip, pulling her into him just as fiercely as he thrusted against her.

It didn’t hurt anymore - instead it was fanning a flame that ignited in her the moment he’d pushed her down. The sensation at her core was growing so quickly she was becoming short of breath. She closed her eyes and began, without even meaning too, flexing around him, making herself tighter than ever. It felt so good. Her mind had gone cloudy, the original intent of her endeavor washing away with the sweat and ecstasy of being pummeled from behind by a man so gorgeous she couldn’t even believe it.

And then it began. A fierce heat stole over her, emanating from her core out to every extremity, forcing her legs and arms to shake as her sex seemed to burst with light and pleasure.

“Yes, baby,” Javier groaned, “cum for me.”

With each thrust the electricity flowed through her even stronger, only to fade away all too quickly. Without warning he slapped her ass and she couldn’t help but cry out, short and shallow.

“I’ll make you do it again,” he murmured, releasing his hand from her neck and hip. “Get on top.”

It took her a moment to gain her bearings and slide out of the way so that he could lay at the center of the bed. As soon as he was down, though, she was straddling him with vigor and taking his cock into her hand, stroking it with pressure she couldn’t even control.

“Ask my permission.” He grabbed her wrist, holding it in place over his throbbing member.

“Daddy, can I ride you?”

“Beg.”

“Please? I need it. Please, Daddy, I need you inside me.” She leaned forward to envelop him in a sloppy kiss, shoving her tongue into his mouth without a single thought given towards whether he was ready for it or not.

He released her wrist and she took it as the go ahead. Sitting up again she guided him into her with ease. She was sopping wet, there wasn’t any resistance. The sound it made was equal parts obscene and arousing. Again, one of his hands went to her hip, the other trailed its way up to her neck before squeezing gently.

Without hesitation she began to roll her hips back and forth, keeping him inside her as she began to relish the way his thick cock felt buried within. He squeezed his hand tighter around her neck and her breath left her for a moment before adjusting to the pressure. His other hand began to rake down her thigh as he began to moan. Really moan. In earnest.

Suddenly a suggestion from one of the girls she’d interviewed popped into her head. “Spell coconut with your cunt,” she’d laughed, “and they won’t know what hit them.”

And so she did. She rolled and flexed around him, changing her pace and shape with every letter. He couldn’t even moan now, just pant as his fingers flexed against her neck as his other hand roamed up to her breast, twisting and squeezing one of her nipples.

It was her weakness. She let out a sigh of pleasure, her fingers sliding to his chest and bracing herself against it. He took the hint and sat up, his mouth latching onto her, tongue swirling, teeth nipping. The pressure began to build within her once again. Slowly.

That is, until his other hand came up between them, thumb finding and swirling around her clit.

“D-daddy,” she huffed, eyes rolling back as his grip tightened on her throat.

“My name, now,” he groaned, his thumb increasing in speed and pressure. She began to bounce on his cock, relishing in the changing pressures and movement.

“Javier,” she moaned. “Javi, oh fuck, Javi.”

It wouldn’t be long now until she was shaking around him again. He switched his attention to her other breast and her hands ran through his beautiful brown hair, pulling on it ever so slightly. He returned with pressure on her neck, making her choke for a moment before he relaxed again.

It was starting. Involuntarily she clenched around him, and in response he began to roll his hips against hers.

“You gonna cum?” he moaned, looking up at her with glazed eyes and gaping mouth.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, Javi.”

“Me too.”

Their mouths joined once more, hot and desperate, as she began to reach her high. The tightness grew unbearable and her legs began to quiver as she had to break their kiss to throw her head back.

“Yes, oh God yes.”

It hit her even harder than last time, suddenly becoming overwhelming. Tears began to well in her eyes as he fucked her through it, thrusting into her as she began to lose her ability to ride him herself. His forehead fell against her chest as he began to grunt heavily, his entire body tensing. And then he was cumming, white hot streams filling her up, his breathing becoming ragged and his pace unsteady.

Then a stillness hung over them, both of them catching their breath. A single tear rolled down her cheek, her other eye threatening to do the same at any moment. He looked up at her and noticed, a thumb coming up to rub her tear away.

“You okay?” he asked, voice exhausted and chest heaving.

She nodded. “Just overstimulated.” She rolled off of him then, needing nothing more than to lie down and catch her breath. With a sigh he reached over to her bedside table and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it and letting his head hit the wall as he exhaled his first puff of smoke.

“You’re still new to this,” he said at last, giving her a sidelong glance.

She tensed.

“What makes you think that?”

“You should always take payment beforehand.”

“…I usually do, I just got caught up in the moment tonight.”

She hoped against hope that he’d buy it.

“Sure.” Fuck. He didn’t believe her. “But you’re also too clean to have been doing this for long. I wouldn’t have gone down on you if I couldn’t tell.”

She gulped nervously. Did that mean he wouldn’t come back? Did he only want girls who knew what they were doing?

“Hold this, I’ll be right back.” He handed her his cigarette and she took in her mouth immediately, taking a long and heavy pull. He paused to slip into his jeans before heading towards the opposite side of the apartment and slipping into the bathroom. It was a few moments before he spoke again. Just long enough for her to reach over and pluck up his badge, examining it carefully. Drug Enforcement Administration. No doubt about it. He was the right Javier Peña.

“Why the fuck is there glitter all over my face?” Javi called from the bathroom. She could just make out the sound of splashing water from across the apartment and laughed, smoke pouring from her mouth.

“Because there’s glitter all over my face,” she answered, taking another drag.

“Why the fuck is there glitter all over your face?” He appeared now, shirtless, jeans still unfastened, running her hand towel over his face before tossing it onto the couch. His dark hair was a mess and his eyes glossed over in that fucked out way she was sure hers reflected too. She couldn’t control the way it sent her heart against her ribs, the way it made her core shift with renewed need. Too damn attractive for his own good.

“It deters men with wives and girlfriends. I don’t want to get mixed up in that,” she answered with a shrug.

He joined her on the bed. “How does that work? And give me my cigarette back.”

“This one’s mine now, get your own. Anyway, they don’t want girls who wear glitter because it might get on their skin or clothes.”

“Oh come on, how would they notice? I didn’t.”

“Because you don’t have a wife or a girlfriend.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you didn’t notice the glitter.”

“You’re going in circles.”

“Dizzy yet?”

He rolled his eyes and reached to grab another cigarette from his pack on the nightstand. He paused, his entire body going tense. He patted the pockets of his jeans before rounding on her with a serious expression.

“So, janitor, huh?” she asked slyly, holding his D.E.A. badge aloft between lazy fingertips, smirking as she pulled from her cigarette again.

“Give it back,” he said in a low voice devoid of all mirth. She did so with a giggle.

“Don’t worry. I don’t even know what it means, I just know a janitor wouldn’t have one,” she lied.

“I clean up bad shit somewhere full of bureaucratic shit,” he huffed, lighting his cigarette. “That’s all you need to know.”

“That makes more sense. You’re too stressed for someone who’d just clean up actual shit,” she murmured, trailing a finger over his collarbone. He eyed her suspiciously. Fuck.

She needed him to come back. Frequently. She needed him to trust her the way he trusted his regulars. She needed him to tell her how his day went, what he did, what he saw. Simply knowing that being a D.E.A. agent strung you out and made you a great fuck didn’t tell her shit she couldn’t have already guessed.

“You’re not lying to me, are you?” he asked, grabbing her hand and looking at her as he put his cigarette to his lips. His eyes bored into her with such intensity that she almost felt like telling the truth.

“You’re American, right?”

He nodded.

“I know as much about the specificities of American badges as you know about the Berlin Wall.”

“So…fuckall?”

“Fuckall,” she answered, grinning as she leaned to press a gentle kiss against his lips. She laid several against his cheeks and nose and forehead too - she wanted him to feel reassured as much as she wanted to feel his face against hers. Before she could stop herself she was running her hands down his chest and stomach and reaching for the edge of his jeans.

“I don’t have enough cash right now for round two,” he whispered. “We’ll pick it up another time.”

Yes.

“If I could afford something on the house, I’d give it to you,” she admitted.

“You say that to all the men,” he replied with a smirk.

“And women.”

He laughed. Really laughed. It was nice to hear - the deeper and velvety tones in his voice lended themselves to the levity.

“Fair enough,” he chuckled. He planted one last, lustful kiss on her lips before reaching for his wallet and swiping through it for the right amount of cash. She sat up and watched him. He pulled out more than she’d told him to.

“That’s too much,” she began, but he shook his head.

“Never let them know that. Besides, you deserve to go home,” he answered. “I promise there’s more where that came from. Just not tonight.”

“So…you’ll find me again?” she asked, trying to look as coy and unassuming as possible.

He smiled up at her with an expression so pure it didn’t fit into her expectations of the situation at all.

Peña was supposed to be a mindless slut. No care given for the women he paid to fuck.

“Yes.”

“Same bar?”

“Sure.”

“Maybe a little earlier?”

“If I can.”

She rolled off of him and strode towards the bathroom, picking up her bra and panties as she went.

“You can see yourself out,” she called over her shoulder, giving him a small wave.

“At least let me finish my cigarette,” he answered, jokingly offended.

“Fine,” she sighed. But by the time she’d finished wiping herself clean and putting on her underclothes, he was gone.

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DIARY OF MADELYN GARCIA- introduction

warnings:none, just Carlos Sainz being too hot for everyone to function

words:1,4k

masterlist to the series (to be published soon)

diary of madelyn garcia

It felt like an eternity. The hell of high school. But when her alarm rung at 5 in the morning, she suddenly didn’t feel like it. As if the pressure was removed from her, for the first time ever she felt… happy to be awake. Madelyn got up, stretching her arms above her head, her shirt rising up, revealing her skin. She got up and spread her curtains with a smile. For the first time since she started going to high school, she felt as if today is going to be a good day. She slowly made her bed, silky material of her sheets felt refreshing against her fingertips. As she waltzed to the bathroom, three rapid knocks were placed on her door.

“Get up, chica!” the voice of Madelyn’s brother, Alvaro, was heard.

“I’m up!” she yelled, hoping he would leave quickly. She heard footsteps fading away and smiled, turning on Spotify on her laptop, playing one of her playlists to get her more hyped up. She washed her face neatly, smiling at her foamy reflection in the mirror. She washed the foam off her face before cleansing it and putting on face cream. She took off to her closet and put on a tight, grey, long-sleeved shirt with her school’s logo and black skirt that reached to her mid thighs. Her table was her next destination as she turned on the lights on her mirror, starting her makeup routine. She was simple, concealer to cover the bags underneath her eyes, fill in her eyebrows a little bit, add mascara and that’s it. She got up, putting on her black sneakers, taking her bag and leaving her room to drop the bag down in the hallway, taking her breakfast in the kitchen before leaving with her bag.

As Madelyn sat in her car, she called her best friend, Lena who picked up immediately, telling her to pick her up at her house. She started the car, driving off towards Lena’s house. She was waiting outside and ran up to the car, getting in and hugging Madelyn.

“Girl, are you ready for school day number 2?” Lena was clearly excited, making Madelyn laugh. “Come on, you have to be excited!”

“Not really. I don’t have a boyfriend, free time, hobbies other than sports or more than 5 real friends” Madelyn said and Lena rolled her eyes because she has a boyfriend.

“Anyways, not why I wanted you to pick me up.” She clapped her hands. Madelyn stopped at their school as they got out, taking their bags with them. Madelyn barely locked her car before Lena started pulling her towards their school. “They say that this new Spanish teacher is a snack!”

“Oh dear-“

“NO! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SAY ANYTHING UNTIL YOU SEE HIM!” Lena yelled and Madelyn sighed as she already knew she was about to roll her eyes.

“Besides, do we even have Spanish together?” Madelyn stopped in her tracks.

“Nah I take French” Lena pursed her lips, causing Madelyn to roll her eyes as she pushed Lena to go. “BUT IT DOESN’T MATTER!” She said. “Just promise me you’ll tell me if you see him before I do. Spanish is in west part of the building and French is all the way in east” she almost pouted.

“Fine just hurry! I have Mathematics before Spanish!” Madelyn ignored Lena’s little victory dance and continued towards North, where she has Mathematics. They parted as Lena had Science in West and Madelyn quickly found one of her closest friends, Alexandra. They hugged, shared a small chat and sat next to each other. As Madelyn was getting ready for the class, she felt Alexandra poke her with a pencil.

“Yeah?”

“Have you heard about that new Spanish teacher?” she said and Madelyn groaned.

“You literally have Russian. Why are you talking about this? Lena was talking about him too!” Madelyn was getting frustrated, he can’t be that hot.

“Girl, the entire school can’t shut up about him. They say he’s from Madrid”

“Great, will actually teach me good Spanish” Madelyn gave her thumbs up as Alexandra rolled her eyes.

“Okay class-“ her math teacher, Miss Larson, started speaking, making Madelyn shake Alexandra away. She was actually kind of excited to see him, she is not going to lie. The class was boring as usual, Madelyn just wasn’t good at this. Half of the class, she was thinking about what Alex said, that he is from Madrid. Her family is from Spain but she hardly knows Spanish because they moved to the US when she was 1, but her brother is bilingual. She can understand normal stuff and knows how to accent everything but it’s the grammar that she makes mistakes at.

When the bell rung, she almost sprinted out of the door towards the West, meeting Ivy, her only close friend that takes Spanish. Ivy hugged her and as she expected, immediately starting blabbering about her summer break. Ivy is very talkative and Madelyn loves to listen to her.

“And OH MY GOD, I am so excited to meet the new Spanish teacher!” she said and Madelyn sighed. “And by the look on your face, you’ve heard it too many times today” Madelyn laughed and nodded. “Well let me tell you something-His name is Carlos, he is born on 1st September 1994., he is Spanish, Single, Straight, his hair is dark brown and short, his eyes are beautiful dark brown, he is 5’9’ and- did I go too much into details?” Ivy stopped as she noticed Madelyn’s wide eyes.

“Yes” she chuckled and Ivy laughed, grabbing her hand.

“Let’s go meet the Prince Charming” Ivy said and they walked in the classroom, sitting next to each other and taking their notes out. They were too distracted in their talks when the door slammed. They looked up and Madelyn couldn’t hold her gasp. Everything they said about this man? False. Because he is not a snack, he is a whole damn meal! His raven hair looked delicious, like it was made only for her to tangle up her fingers there. His eyes were rough yet soft, he had that 3-day-stubble. His body was obviously built by Greek Gods but hidden underneath the white button up and black jeans. The button up was slightly unbuttoned, leaving a bit of chest hair peeking out making Madelyn drool a little. He dropped his bag and took the chalk, writing his name on the board before dropping it and turning towards the class.

“Hello class, my name is Carlos Sainz and I will be your Spanish professor this year.” His Spanish accent made Madelyn dizzy, she can sometimes slip in the Spanish accent while talking with her friends and they found it adorable while she didn’t, she was doing it on accident. But this man? My oh my. He sat down, opening his laptop and reading the names out as people got up and introduced themselves in Spanish. OH NO! SHE WILL HAVE TO DO IT?! She saw his eyebrow quirk and a smirk appear on his face before he leaned back, eyes scanning the classroom.

“Madelyn Garcia”

Shit. The way he said her name made her weak but she managed to get up. His eyes immediately stopped on her, smiling as he checked everybody else, engrossed in chatting with their friends. His eyes quickly raked down her figure. Did he just..?

“Hola, cariño (Hello, darling)” he said and Madelyn almost whimpered.

“Hola” she mumbled and he got up.

“Tu apellido... es español (Your last name…is Spanish)” he noted and she nodded.

“Nací en España, pero me mudé aquí cuando tenía 1 año. No sé tanto el español (I was born in Spain, but moved here when I was 1. I don’t know much Spanish)” she said as Carlos approached her

“Tu acento es perfecto, amor (You accent is perfect, love)” he said and she shivered. How can he talk like that in class full of people? I mean they weren’t paying attention and know only to introduce themselves. Ivy was chatting with girl behind her.

“Gracias, señor (Thank you, sir)” Madelyn said and Carlos crossed his arms in front of her. He was standing right in front of her table.

“Puede sentarse (You may sit)” he said and she sat down as he got to the side of her desk while looking at other students before whispering to you. “Tú y yo nos divertiremos mucho nena (You and I are going to have a lot of fun, baby.)”

A/N-HEY GUYS! I am so excited to write this, this story will also be on my wattpad and quotev (names of profiles are in my description). Professor!Carlos just seemes too hot! I have to establish the exact dates of publishing new chapters but it will probably be tuesdays at 9pm. Love you <3

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