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Summary: Annie’s fascinated by Marisol. Her hair turns gold in the sunlight, and is mesmerising. They gradually become best friends, but Annie’s nervous to give up their friendship and risk it for a chance at something more.

This is for @queen-of-boops for the @litgfemslashfebgiftexchange. I really hope you like it, Mo! This is my third gift fic for you, and it’s really special to write for you.

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Taken!Series Part Three: Touch & Go - Angel Reyes x Reader

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It’s touch and go, that’s what the doctor’s tell them. The surgery is a risk, you’ve lost a lot of blood, but you’ll die if they don’t try to repair the damage, so the decision is made before Angel even gets there.

It’s been over four hours and you’re still in the operating theatre.

The longer you’re in there, the worse your chances are.

It’s why Felipe is praying for you right now; despite the fact he has long given up on God. He prays for Valeria, that she’s safe, that Skye has developed some maternal instinct in that time she’s been away. The realist in him already knows the truth but for a brief moment he allows himself to hope.

Beside him Angel is almost catatonic. His eldest son has his head in his hands, his agitation betrayed only be the slight rocking of his body. It’s been years since Felipe’s seen him like this, not since the night that Marisol died.

EZ is further down the hallway, on the phone. He’s been the conduit of information between them and the MC since they arrived at the hospital, scribbling notes down in a tiny reporter’s notebook he keeps in the top interior pocket of his kutte.

The entire club are on the streets, working their contacts, running an investigation that parallels the police. By now they’re all aware that Skye has taken Valeria, the neighbours reported seeing a woman leaving the house with a crying baby in a junker. They’d had no idea what had taken place inside. The authorities are doing their best, but they can’t get intel as quick as the MC, they aren’t equipped for a child abduction.

So far, they’ve discovered that Skye got into town a couple of weeks ago, she was low on cash so started hooking to feed a heroin habit, she’d picked up back in Vegas. She’d been drinking and doing weed when Angel had met her, occasionally a couple of bumps of coke. It had escalated after she had dropped the baby on their doorstep.

Felipe knows there’s something wrong when EZ strides back towards them. His mouth is set in a grim line, his shoulders hunched, his dark eyebrows furrowed. He runs his palm over his head as he comes to stand before the two of them. His hand comes to rest on Angel’s shoulder, squeezing lightly. The other man looks up, his eyes meeting EZ’s and Felipe feels something twist in his chest.

“A contact of Coco’s came through.” EZ says, his voice low so that no one else in the waiting room overhears him. “We think we know where Skye took Valeria.”

Felipe already knows it’s not good news, it’s in the way that EZ holds himself, the tension in his muscles.

“Where?” He rasps. “Where did she take my granddaughter?”

EZ’s jaw tenses before he meets his father’s eyes.

“Meth Mountain.” He tells the two of them. “Skye took her to Meth Mountain.”

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Running Like Water

Chapter 13

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 4.5k

A/N: Long time coming! I've been so busy getting ready for uni, I recently transferred colleges so my life is a MESS rn. I hope you guys like this one, new chapter hopefully next week. Enjoy my lovies

You were going to be an aunt. That was very true, very insane, but very true. Your best friend, sister in law (to be), and childhood bully had a tiny little thing in her belly. A little friend in there, Tía Andrea.

You weren't having kids for a long time, you think, so this little blessing was going to be spoiled to a T.

 Juan, you named the baby, if he was a boy, Julia, if she was a girl. An affinity for J names you've noticed, god help you.

After sulking at the thought of Javier dropping you the second he sees Lorraine, you do see your brother and congratulate him. You cry, because he's going to be a dad, you want to tell him to be the dad you two never got to have, but that was far too heavy for a guy like Frankie. You leave him be, because you were quite the cry baby and that he hated about you.  

You groan in your bed, it had been 2 whole nights since Javi left you without a word. His face so full of nothing when he looked back at you for a chin raising nod as a goodbye.

You had the privilege of working at the summer school program from 9-2, the rest of your nights were alone. Spreading jam on toast, sitting criss-crossed dipping your finger in the purple goop and finger feeding your teething sister, who almost always gripped your finger and gnaw. It sort of hurt but tickled, the feeling of no teeth, hungry teething angry baby. Those were your moments of laughter. 

You ranted to poor Marisol often, “Do you think Lorraine and Javi will just rekindle that flame? I'm so stressed Sol,” she had a permanent grin on her face so you felt like she never took your problems seriously. She was 11 months old, still you felt judged. 

“I didn't want it to end”

Pause, a fucking pause. 

“I didn't want it to end that way either. “

Your chest expanded and tightened at the thought. And you did what you have always done best.

Overthink it.

What if it was Houston that tore them, too grown too soon. What if them both standing in a wedding in their hometown, a town where they fell in love in, what if that becomes just too much for them and they realize that they can try the damn thing again. You narrow your eyes at your sister as she slobbers on her fist. Lorraine has always been prettier than you. You couldn't see why Javi wouldn't just crumble at her feet when she comes home.

And she's a Christian, like a good one.

You recall in your sophomore year being teased by a junior named Terrance. He had heard about the rumor (the half true rumor), that Javier hooked up with his best friends sister atop a car. Close, you thought.

Hook up though? Depended on your definition, and it was against the car, not on top. Anyway, he crowded you at your lunch table while your friends stood to get their meals. He claimed you made it up for attention, why would anyone cheat on Lorraine with you? You held it together, brows pulling tight and leaving without a word. Finding the bathroom and breaking down, an experience unique to teenage girls. 

Biting back sobs in a bathroom stall. 

You stare at your baby sister longer, “Don't ever let a boy talk you down, okay mama?” She babbles and you take an aggressive bite of your toast. Face screwing up realizing you never really liked this snack. And don't let a boy shut you out after he's been intimate with you. You shake your head no, I’ll tell you that one when you're older. 

Like a light bulb hovering over your head, you grab your sister and walk out your room. Storming into the living room where your mother and her husband cuddled while watching some movie. The baby babbled at the sight of her daddy, “Going to bed.” You lie and plop your sister in their laps and hurry up the stairs before your mother could question you. 

You lock your bedroom door and shed your clothes with thoughts of Javier and his stupid sexy mustache and smile. How pleased he seemed to be getting you off, bastard. You stare at the mirror while you're bare, the hickeys on your soft skin mellowing in the slightest. And despite wanting to go over to Javier's just to talk, you slip on pretty panties. Just in case. 

You dig for something less appealing to stick on your body. If you don't tempt he wont have to see what's waiting for him under it all.

Jackpot.

Frankies track pants from high school, Laredo’s awful navy and black colors. Haven't they heard, navy and black is fashion suicide. You slip the loud material on, and then a gray tank top. You don't even bother with sneakers, slippers will do. 

You don't even call, you exit through your window and hop off the small shed Mr. Warden recently built for his storage. Passing your own car and walking to Javier's house at 11 pm. 

You're huffing 2 minutes in, despite Texas being famously flat, you still had the beastly hill to get to the two paths that led to Javier's home. The short cut that involved walking 3 minutes in the woods and ending at his house in less than ten, or the main road with long haul truckers and an additional 15 minutes to the walk. 

“God, please don't let me get mauled by a wolf.” You mutter to yourself before making a left into the barely lit trail, one warm light at the beginning and one off in the distance at the end. 

Well you don't die. You do get bit by some sort of bug on your elbow and startled by a squirrel. You just repeat to yourself that this is a good idea, the two of you need to communicate.

You end up at the Peña ranch, completely dark. You start to realize how silly it was for you to show up unannounced in the dead of night but the light from Javier's room has your stomach doing a strange flip. His window closed but the view of him sat at his desk was clear. 

Javier heard your call and didn't even startle. He was confused for a moment, looking at his door to his room but ultimately he threw that idea away, you strolling in his house near midnight, no way.

Hearing a crunching of leaves and a shriek, Javier is at his feet and opening his window, his eyes meeting your flushed cheeks and a leaf in your hair. 

Javier desperately tries to bite back a laugh at the sight, shirt strap off your shoulders, in track pants and slippers. Eyes wide in embarrassment, he’s just glad you aren’t hurt from whatever caused a piece of greenery to be stuck in your hair, a hand swiping to whack the thing away. Your hair disheveled from the midnight breeze, you were so damn beautiful. Always. 

“Will you stop staring and let me in before your dad comes out here with a shotgun?” 

Javier blinks, realizing he had just been ogling you for a bit too long, “Right, sorry.” 

He grips your hands and lifts you in. You huff with the sketchy landing, effectively kicking your slippers off and dusting off those loud pants, your cheeks are still red, maybe it’s from the fall or the weather or something else. You sit on his bed, wiping your brow free of sweat. “This thing makes me sound like a fucking wind tunnel.” You tug at the oversized pants. 

A strange primal heat spread across Javier’s chest seeing you wear pants that obviously weren’t yours but instead some boys.

The heat died when he realized they’re just your brothers. He remembers Frankie wearing them back in high school. 

“Wait-how did you get here?” A worry flashing him, you bring your knees to your chest on his bed. He stood against his desk, his arms crossed, leaned forward a bit to be face level with your own. He was just a huge broad man, you had to pounce on him.

About that, you think. 

“Walked, what were you reading?” You deflect, Javier shakes his head knowing what you're trying to do, he’s known you for a decade. He knows your often poor decision making skills and inability to lie, so he presses again, ignoring your question.

“I would have picked you up if you called.”

He would have, in a heartbeat. He’d drop anything and you knew that. Through all your insecurity and self depreciation you always understood that. That pissed you off, no wonder you had fallen so hard. He was always there, fixing up whatever mess you made.

He never did really mind, but you going M.I.A on him and then putting yourself in harm's way just to see him. That pissed him off pretty bad. Then again he could also never really be angry with you, not when you're finally here with him after so many years of no contact wondering if you were okay, happy, fed, healthy or whatever he killed himself over worrying about you. 

You, and your fucking tiny tank top and big eyes like you've never done wrong in your life. To him you hadn't and if you did, those eyes tell him otherwise. You just shrug with a pretty pout and a pulled brow. That stupid thought of pressing his thumbs to your forehead smoothing out any worry you’ve ever had. “I wanted to go on a walk and ended up here.” Lie.

��It just isn’t safe.” Javi’s crossed arms flex when you narrow your eyes in annoyance.

“Believe it or not Agente, I used to take walks by myself back when you lived with Lorraine 5 months ago.” You bite and ah, thats why you’re here.

He saw the look on your face change when he spewed that awkward phrasing to Genie’s news.

Truthfully Javier didn’t mean for it to come out like that. He gripped the wheel to his truck when he dropped Genie off at her house. His pounding head leaning against the wheel, feeling so dumb. Ashamed. 

He didn’t call you because he didn’t know how.  Didn’t know if your mom would pick up or if you were actually upset with him. Maybe you felt different after he ate you out, after he bent you over and came on your back. Maybe he was a fucking idiot and moving too fast. 

But the name drop gave him confirmation. Javier dropped his eyes to the floor and let out a sigh. “Yeah, about Monday…” His eyes stay trained to the ground, bracing himself for your attitude that he strangely adored. For you to rip him a new one for making you feel bad, for making you feel unsure in whatever this was. Waiting for a justified fuck off, or a firm talk like you gave him when he saw you again for the first time last week. 

But instead he hears you sniffle. 

Well fuck, you were crying and Javier looked like you had just stabbed him. Striding to you to get on his knees and hold your knees as you sat perched up on his bed crying over something so stupid. But the whole situation gave you deja vu.

A flash of trying to look pretty for him after the two of you kissed and fading at the hollow pit in your belly when you saw him arm in arm with Lorraine just two days after. 

Communicate, it’s what you told yourself to do on your way to his house. You lost too many years by being too damn shy to tell him how you felt. 

But now that the moment was here you couldn’t help but sob. But to feel like the insecure girl trying to compete with someone in a different ball park. But this time around Javi is repeating your name and attempting to soothe you, his hands moving from your knees to your wrists. Andrea, he presses so tenderly and so concerned. 

Andrea, querida, what’s wrong, hey. 

And all other soft calls to you. “I-I’m sorry- I don’t know why i’m crying, sometimes when I’m around you—i still feel like i’m sixteen and—" He drops his head, his hands loosening at the thought of all the mistakes he made with you. Your own hands flex and move from the hold completely as he’s at your mercy, head bowed. “I understand if Lorraine coming home changes things—you two were together for a long time and I know she’s probably less complicated or-or emotional—and not someone you need to hide— I know she’s easier to have and keep. I won’t be upset, I know in comparison i’m i don’t know, homely? And never really made for a good-“

“Andrea.” His voice strained but demanding you to stop your tearful rambling. It wasn’t like you to act that way, not anymore. You’ve grown too much to let all your insecurities wash you out, but it seems that maybe you never got over 1980, maybe you couldn’t just have casual sex with Javier Peña. 

“What?” Your voice breaks, god. And there’s Javier with that same look of disappointment, in you, in himself or in your doomed situation, you weren’t sure but he looks absolutely torn in half. 

His wet lips part like he was prepared to say something but they shut as his eyes search yours.

There’s silence again and his eyes drop and you begin to fear that maybe he agreed with all that you said. Maybe he knew that when his ex came home he’d be ready to fix that, maybe he knew Lorraine was a simpler, prettier girl. So your heart breaks further every second that passes. Every second he doesn’t look at you. 

 “Be with me.” 

Your mouth parts at the softness in his voice, and what was left of your heart swelling in your chest. Tears fell harder in confusion and praying this wasn’t just another spec of false hope, hoping it wasn’t another kiss by his car or another if you tell me to stay. 

You whisper, “What?”

His own eyes, glossy. “I don’t want anyone else, I don’t want you with anyone else. Nothing will change that. I don’t care if this is difficult, I don’t care if you think you’re hard to be with. I’m just asking you to be with me Andrea.”

You frown and shut your eyes tightly. You want him to repeat it again, over and over until you two wither away together.

Maybe he also knew that you two could never just be casual. 

Javier and Andrea casually hooking up, who were you kidding?

“Okay-"

He doesn’t let you finish whatever came next, you don’t even know what else you were going to say because his lips were crushing your own. His hand holding the back of your head as he presses you close. Tying your souls in his own way, kissing and holding you. 

Finally. Oh my god…

You arch your back into him, he groans against you when he realizes his uncomfortable position. His body hunched over in order to make out with you while you sat on the edge of his bed. 

“Fuck it.” He mumbles before grabbing your ass and lifting you up. Your legs wrap against him, holding to him like a koala. His hands generously squeezing at your behind in the track pants. Your nails raking in his pretty brown hair, his mustache scraping your lips raw and you love it. 

Laying you on his bed and kissing you there would be easy, but Javier obviously could care less about easy, I mean he just asked his best friends sister to be his for good. So he held you up, licking into your mouth with your legs wrapped around his stomach. Moaning when your core rubbed against his stomach. 

“Am I too heavy?”

Javi scoffed against your lips, “shut the fuck up.”

He takes a few steps back and bumps into his desk. The image of you bent over it, taking him makes his pants tighten. He turns to sit you on it, shoving the mail from work on the floor, the thing you had been so interested in just 10 minutes ago. 

He steps back slightly, your hands still attached to him with your swollen lips and desperation for more. You looking so pretty perched up on his desk. He had to have you every day, what was he going to do when he leaves, what was he going to do?

No time for that, he grabs your face again and continues kissing you, making up for all those years you spent wanting him. All the years he spent hiding how bad he wanted you. 

Without warning Javier hooks his left hand in the front of your thin top and pulls it down. Your breasts spilling out, and he looks like he’s ready to devour you. His mouth immediately attaching to your left breast eliciting a high pitched moan from you. His wet lips suctioning on such a sensitive and untouched part of your body. His right hand moving to your unattended one. Kneading and gripping while his tongue flicked and swirled. 

Your hair falls in your face as your heavy head falls at the pleasure. Still so wet, you move your hips to hopefully get some release, “Javi, please-“

His lips part from your breast, his mouth wet and open as he looks up to you, waiting for your request. But you’re so turned on by the circumstance, by him asking you to be his, by the way his hair is falling above his brow and by your breasts spilling out of your tank top “What do you need baby?”

“I want to come.” 

His lips quirk at your bluntness. He wastes no time and begins pulling off your pants—or your brother pants. Your chest heaves when he stands straight to remove you from the desk and you get a glimpse of his hardness. Heavy in the oh so causal sleep pants that made your head spin

“I want you to come.” You add, he pauses his brows raising a bit. “We don’t have to take off our clothes, i’m not ready yet but we can-“ You cut yourself off feeling awfully shy and juvenile for the suggestion but his eyes darken at your bashfulness. You were ready to fuck him on Monday when you were clouded by horniness and the uncertainty of if it was your last time but now he wants to you to be his. You never need to rush. 

He tilts his head slightly and grabs the bottom of your tank, freeing you from it. Leaving you bare breast and in your small little underwear, placed on his desk. His pretty girl, his, finally his. 

“What baby? You wanna dry hump me? Like a couple of fucking teenagers?”

Your cheeks heat quickly, embarrassed about your stupid horny ask, feeling frozen in shame until Javi smiles again. Picking you up for what feels like a millionth time and sitting you in his lap at his desk chair. Straddling him, you feel the weight of him, so close to him.

You love kissing him, you never want to stop and you don’t, your lips working on his. Dragging to his cheek leaving wet kisses from jaw to neck. The perfect position to hear his own pretty breaths. 

In between pants he gets a hold on your waist lifting you slightly. He gives himself space to move his erection, move it to help you feel him better. Lowering you, your lips suck and nip at his neck leaving a careless mark. A whine leaves your parted lips at the contact and his lips quirk in a sweet smile. 

But the smile fades into an eyebrow screwing groan when you move on him. He repeats your name in worship. His forehead dropping to your shoulder while you use his body. So little clothing for you and so much for him. Yet he’s mumbling in your ear like he’s already on the verge of finishing.

Feeling the underside of him rub against the thin cotton throws you for a loop and you can’t seem to care how feral you have to look getting yourself off on Javi like this. His head turns to place his lips on the space below your ear.

“Don’t leave, let me keep you here forever.” He urges and your core is pulsing just from his words. “When you let me fuck you—fuck—i’ll make sure you’ll never need anyone else querida.” 

“Oh god-“ You moan, your head dropping feeling closer, his own hips bucking up to meet you. The spaced out thrusts causing you to release a high pitched squeak. 

Javier’s hand moving to the back of your head, forcing it to his neck to keep you muffled. 

“Hijo?”

Your eyes widen and you squeeze Javi tighter. You stay frozen at the sound of Don Chucho calling outside of Javier’s room. 

Javi doesn't let up, you hold a muffled whine in his neck as he continues to buck his hips into you. “Si papi-uh dad yeah?”

“Todo bien?”

Javier, still moving below you, slips his hand between you, his fingers dragging along your clothed cunt, helping speed up your process. You're so close but if you come now, there's no doubt his father will hear. 

“I’m good, uh-working on some DEA stuff.” 

You would laugh if the pad of his thumb wasn't circling your most sensitive part of your body. 

“Alright hijo, try to sleep we have to be at Mrs. Glorias home tomorrow at 12. You're coming right?”

“Uh-yeah-I’m coming” His eyes grow large and he finally stills from under you, “I mean–yes I am coming…tomorrow.”

You stifle a laugh in his shoulder and he pinches your ass.

“Um, alright, goodnight.” His dad calls, the sound of footsteps and a door slamming ends that.

And you laugh into him forreal, but his fingers returning to your panties shut you up. “You're coming Javi?” you tease.

“Shut up-” He bucks harder and you’re close, your eyes going blank. 

You move your lips to his neck again, “Papi huh?”

And then he breaks, “Fuck-Andrea”. Coming in his pants in deep grunts and grips at your ass. Coming down from his own high he gets frustrated, his fingers dipping into your panties without warning. His deft fingers collect all the moisture he created and drag to your clit.

You come in a white flash, falling off the edge. You repeat his name in whiny cries. His hands hurrying to hold you up against his while you collapse into him. Heart racing, the orgasm comes in rippling. Javier holds you, sweat and all. Kissing the top of your head, whispering sweet words of You’re so good, feel so good baby. He keeps you like this for what feels like an eternity, feeling boneless and light when he stands.

He lays you on his bed like a doll. You lay still coming down, chest rising and falling. Still pulsing at the thought of how dirty and depraved the whole thing was. So wrapped in the high and replaying all the shit you’ve always wanted to hear, you flinch when he climbs in bed with a new pair of pants. 

“You’re bad.” He groans when he settles into the bed with a creak. 

You screw your brows together and turn to him, “Yea says the guy still trying to jump my bones while his dad was outside the room you psycho!” You whisper yell and he laughs that same deep sweet laugh you love. 

Javi brings you in closer to him, kissing you a quick chaste one. Blushing at the simpleness of it all. Cuddling in bed with Javier Peña and kissing him for fun, what is my life? “Mmm, take off your panties.”

You scoff.

“Not like that–I’m tapped out, unless you want to.”

“As much as I would love to have you between my legs, I am also tired.” You reach down and slip the soaked thing off, leaning over placing them on his nightstand. He pulls up the comforter over you. 

Javier slips his arm over your stomach, thumbing your hip in light circles. “You can put them in my drawer, they're mine now.” 

“You're a pervert.” You laugh, pinching his wrist.

“Mmm, when it comes to you? Yeah a bit.”

Red as a cherry you bury your face in his chest, hiding yourself. 

Silence passes for a few minutes, just the two of you together. The reality sets in, the hiding begins. But so does being with him, so does working this out so does communicating. “I should probably leave, don't want your dad to catch me.” You whisper and he grumbles an annoyed sound from his chest.

“Dont care, stay here. I’ll sneak you out early in the morning.” He grips you tighter and you smile feeling satisfied. “Tell me about Miami.”

You frown, “What do you want to know?”

“Anything. Tell me about your roommates, classes. I never got to go to college, tell me.”

Kissing his chest again, “You say it like you’re some dropout, you’re like a secret fucking agent.” He groans again, hatong when you talk him up, he gets shy like you. You spare him. “My roommate is cool, party girl. Her name is Delilah, from Arkansas. She was like a real southern-belle, big curly hair and blue eyes. She’s been begging for me to visit since I graduated early. We got along really well but she was annoyed with me often. I never partied.”

Javier’s chest rises, “Why? You used to party a lot in high school, remember when I had to get you from Juniors house at like 2-”

“Oh god don’t remind me I was a mess, case and point. Didn’t have a hot strong brother's best friend to pick up said pieces.”

“Oh shut the fuck up.”

The two of you laugh into each other, it's simple and perfect. 

“Besides that, it was an unfulfilling experience but I teach in the fall so it worked out I guess.”

“Ms. Diaz, sexiest teacher to ever step foot in Laredo for sure. If you were my teacher, whew.”

“You need to relax.” You mumble, feeling sleepier in his arms. “What were you reading by the way?”

Javier stirs and lets out another annoyed groan, gripping you tighter. “Some stupid fucking retreat for my office. In New Orleans in June, it's for all the people who are going to Columbia in fall. Stupid shit but its all expenses paid at the Roosevelt.”

Your brows raise, “Fancy, you gonna be flirting up the staff. Chest hair out with Getting your game back on before Columbia.” He scoffs and brings his hand down hard on your behind, eliciting a screech from you. “You’re gonna leave a mark pendejo.”

“Well you have a smart mouth, would rather see you half naked by the pool. I’ll sock anyone who looks at you though,” You shove him, the out of reach thought, fantasy, of maybe going away with him flashes in your eyes. Before you could dwell, he reached down to kiss you again. He mumbles against your lips. “You gave me a hickey so we’re even.”

Your eyes flutter shut, dosing off in the warmth of Javi. In the warmth of someone who’s yours. 

Half asleep you mumble, “Why’d you come the second I said the word papi?”

He scoffs tiredly and kisses your head again.

 “Shut up.”

[ariendiel]

How would s2 LIs feel when they date someone who's actually new and inexperienced in their relationship for the first time? Are they gonna end well?

I love these kind of sweet questions, thank you! I think most of them would be fine with dating someone inexperienced, but here are some individual headcanons for you

Bobby – I honestly think he'd quite enjoy being the most experienced in a relationship for once, as he strikes me as one who usually ends up with someone more experienced than him.

Carl – He's probably been in that exact situation himself, so he might be surprised at first and then just smile about it as there's nothing wrong with being inexperienced. I think he'd

Elisa – I think Elisa could get a bit impatient as she doesn't really have time to coddle anyone when living her busy influencer life. Still, if she truly loves them then she'll eventually figure out that she needs to slow down for their sake, and listen.

Gary – He's so experienced it might be overwhelming for MC at first, but if they communicate clearly I think they can work it out together. Gary just needs to learn how to take it slow for a bit.

Henrik – Absolutely doesn't matter to him. Do they want to take it slow? Fine by him. Do they want to learn as much as possible as fast as possible? Also fine. He's so easy going and will just ask them what they want, making sure they're comfortable. No problem at all with him.

Ibrahim – Rahim is a bit complicated as I think he could go either way, but overall he's protective and in some ways traditional. So I think part of him would almost enjoy having an inexperienced partner, who'd learn from and with him.

Jakub – I think he likes the *idea* of an inexperienced partner more than actually having one to be honest. I just think he's too impatient to face the reality of having to take things slow. I'm not a Jakub stan at all though, so I might be biased here lol

Lucas – Definitely fine with it (and maybe a kink of his? I don't know but he's definitely one to be turned on by both getting to teach and being taught). He's got more general commitment issues that might be a problem, but if they can work through those it'll be fine!

Marisol – If she could choose I think she'd prefer someone with more experience, but she won't turn someone down because of it. Love is more about the deeper connection to her, even if s*x is also very important. So yeah, I think if things are made clear from the start that she'd be fine with it (and she'd be a fantastic teacher)

Noah – I think he'd be pretty chill about it. It's basically canon that he loves strong, independent women/people, but that doesn't mean they need to be more romantically experienced than him. As long as the relationship is built on trust and love he'll be happy, and I think it could be confidence building for him too in a way.

[garbinge]

Prank Wars

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Day 24 from these April Prompts: “Wholesome Pranks”

Summary: Prank Wars at the scrapyard!

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Angsty, Pranks, Cursing. Mentions of dead parents and family struggling with sickness and addiction. 

A/N: okay, so huge shoutout to Tay because she planted this fun little seed in my head for this fic!! 

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc​ @justreblogginfics​ @narcolini​ @danzer8705

It had been a few years since you started working at the scrapyard, it wasn’t a luxurious job but it was one that not only paid the bills but gave you some extra in your pockets. Angel had hooked you up with the job when he saw you were struggling. Home wasn’t exactly a home, your parents weren’t alive anymore, hadn’t been since you were younger. It left you to live with your grandmother who hadn’t just taken you in but also your aunt and cousins. It was an overcrowded and overwhelming house and it sat 5 doors down from the Reyes house. It wasn’t instant but somewhere down the line as the years passed you became close with the eldest Reyes brother just doors down from you and now, as adults, he was your best friend. 

Angel originally had gotten you a job as barback at the clubhouse, and you were grateful for it. It saved you up enough money to get out of your grandma’s house and into your own space. Something small, or cozy as you called it, but your own. You had eventually worked your way into the scrapyard because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. Overhearing Bishop and Taza talk about numbers and manufacturer meetings and how business wasn’t doing too great as you served them beer was the first step into it. You offered your two cents on how to boost business, that turned into giving some occasional business advice. You had gotten an associates degree in business, opportunity was just lacking in Santo Padre. Eventually, you started pulling in buyers, which led you to where you were now. You had taken the scrapyard truck out to a potential buy, but were driving back with a loss. It had already started out as a rough morning and it was just getting rougher. 

It was days like this that you forgot about the multi-year long prank war that you had going with the guys in the club. It was something you and Angel had started prior to you getting close with the club and once it became known across the club, there was no way Gilly and Coco weren’t going to be apart of it. Now, the prank war wasn’t something front of the brain 24/7, that was the secret behind making it successful all these years. It was random. It was calculated but spontaneous all at the same time. 

You whipped open the door to the scrapyard office, it made Angel jump, a scene that would have brought you to laughter any other day but you ignored currently. 

“What the fucks got you twisted?” Angel was now standing, his sleeveless Romero Bros. work shirt covered in dirt and rust. 

“California fuckin’ Steel company. That’s who.” You threw your bag on the desk and placed your hands on your head in an act of stress. 

“Okaaaay,” Angel frowned and stepped out from behind the desk so he was standing to your right. “They’re always on some fuck shit, what’s really your issue?” He saw right through you, a perk and downfall of him knowing you so well. 

You took a deep breath and turned to look up at him as he towered over you. You saw the cuphead patch on his shirt and smirked. “You put the patch I gave you on.” 

Cuphead was a memory you two shared, sitting after school in front of the TV in the Reyes’ living room and playing until Marisol called out for dinnertime or Felipe unplugged the xBox to watch baseball. 

Angel looked down at his shirt and back at you, “Yea, I couldn’t put that shit on my kutte, I’d never hear the end of it.” 

You laughed and shook your head, when you gave him the patch you expected it to sit leaning on the outside of a picture frame in his house, not on any of his clothing items. 

“My grandma’s sick and my cousin, he’s fuckin’ on hooked on that shit again. It’s got him stealing and not just shit around the house but taking my grandma’s pills now.” 

“Fuck.” Angel whispered under his breath and looked away for a second before he was looking back down at you again. 

“It’s fine, I talked to my aunt, they’re looking to put my grandma into a home or something.” You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh.

“That’s bullshit, your grandma’s lived in that house practically her whole life they should send your junkie ass cousin away.” He was getting loud. 

“It’s out of my hands Angel,” You lifted your hands up in innocence “I offered for her to come stay at my place instead, but you know my aunt, she’s” you shook your hand in a way that was meant to describe your aunt as you turned around to look for your car keys. “You get a chance to look at my car yet?” 

After your third time having trouble starting your car, you had asked Angel if he could look at it, it wasn’t the same as giving it to a mechanic but Angel knew a thing or two about mechanics since having his bike. 

“Oh,” Angel went deep into thought, “uh, no.” He reached down and snatched the keys as you went to grab them yourself. 

You looked at him confused. 

“I’ve been up to my fuckin’ eyeballs in paperwork that I barely understand.” He pointed to the stack of manila folders on the table. “Haven’t had a chance to look at it.” 

“Oh alright, well, I’ll take the paperwork. Least I can do so you can fix my shit and save me the 200 bucks. I’ll be in the clubhouse if you need me.” 

“Aight.” Angel let his shoulders slump once you were out of the office. Gilly and Coco making their way into the office now. 

“Yo, you fuck with the wiper fluid and put that fake broken glass shit on her car?” Gilly chuckled as he walked in. 

“I’m bout to go take that shit out.” Angel sounded on edge. 

“The fuck for?” Coco asked, confused since he had thought it was a genius prank. 

“She’s got a lot going on man, it just ain’t the right time.” Angel was making his way out to reverse the pranks he had done to your car. 

“We gotta get them both.” Gilly said with a smirk once Angel was out of earshot. 

“Fuck yea we do.” Coco said, bringing a cigarette up to his mouth. 

_____

Angel calling out your name caused you to turn around. As you did, you realized the clubhouse had filled up since you had posted up to work in here. A few of the club guys and some hang arounds filling the tables surrounding you. 

“I fixed your car, needed a new battery. Nothing serious. Got one from Walmart.” Angel was making his way over to you and as he reached the seat next to you, he pulled the chair out and made himself comfortable before sliding the keys over to you. 

“Thanks, how much was it? I’ll send you the money.” You pulled your phone out. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Just have me over for dinner or some shit soon.” He smirked hoping it’d earn a smile from you as well. 

It did. You smiled and grabbed your keys from the table. 

“You know,” Angel started his sentence without a single thought about where it was really headed, not sure how to say the next few words. “Uh,” he leaned forward, clearly uncomfortable. 

“Spit it out, Angel.” You were now leaning forward too, placing your hand on Angel’s knee in hopes to get him to say whatever he was trying to. 

It did the opposite, it choked him up more until he finally just said it. “I was thinkin’, you could come stay with me if you wanted.” 

Your face twisted in muddled confusion which caused Angel to panic. “Nah I just mean, you know, your grandma might be comin’ to your place and I know you worked mad hard to get your whole bach pad situation and appreciate your alone time so I figured I’d offer my place up,” he said before practically cutting himself off to keep going. “And I know it wouldn’t be living alone but I’m usually always here anyways so you’d have the place to yourself way more than if you stayed with your grandma. I just figured it’d be worth the offer with everything going on–”

You cut Angel off as you lifted off your seat and wrapped your arms around him tightly. His seat pushed back a little from the force of your embrace, he sat there frozen for a second before he let his hands rest on your back. 

“Thank you.” You whispered as you hugged him tightly. A few whistles from the guys filled the air, a couple howls too as you embraced your best friend. It wasn’t shocking, it was a normal occurrence, everyone was in on you and Angel’s connection except the two of you. 

Before you had a chance to make a comment back to them, the clubhouse doors were busting open and Coco and Gilly were entering inside with water guns pointed directly at you and Angel. 

“Get wrecked motherfuckers!!!!!” Gilly screamed as the water gun pressured out gallons of water each time he pumped the gun. 

Out of instinct, Angel grabbed you around your waist as you two toppled behind the table in an attempt to block yourselves from their range. You let out a belly laugh as your backs leaned against the underneath of the table that was turned to its side. Angel looked over at you his frown turning into a smile. 

“We are so going to get them back for this.” 

Angel laughed at that. “In the 6 years we’ve been doing prank wars you never paired up with me once.” 

As you opened your mouth to answer you were hit immediately with a splash of water on your face. Quickly grabbing Angel’s hand you were up and running out of the club house. It was then that you realized Bishop and a few of the other guys were yelling at Coco and Gilly to knock it off but you kept a one track mind and just pulled Angel out to the yard with you. 

You kept moving until you were well into the scrapyard and you knew Coco and Gilly were probably being ripped a new one by Bishop so there wasn’t a chance they’d be able to get you out here. 

“Holy shit.” You laughed and looked up at Angel who was soaked from head to toe. “You’re drenched.” 

“Looks like we match.” Angel pointed to you with the hand that wasn’t still intertwined with yours. 

Your eyes looked down to see the water dripping off the hem of your work shirt and pooling to your feet in the sand/dirt medley on the scrapyard ground. 

“C’mon. We got some extra work shirts laying around, let’s get you one so you don’t have to ride home soaked.” 

“Your home.” You corrected him. His head snapped to you. “Think I might take you up on that offer.” 

Angel didn’t want to change your mind so he just nodded while saying nothing except that he’d get a key made for you. 

____

You ran a towel over your hair and were now changed into something dry for the most part as you got into your car. Your driver side window rolled down as Angel stood a few yards from you a lot less drenched than before but still sporting wet hair, his normal styled hair was sobbing wet and falling around his forehead. Gilly and Coco were on the porch of the clubhouse and you offered them both a smile and middle finger before starting to back up. 

“Thanks for fixing my car!” You went to beep the horn as a thanks when you heard the flag raise sound from the Cuphead game leave your horn. The high pitch glissando of someone sliding across the keys and the announcement of cuphead filling the air. 

Your jaw dropped and turned to Angel very slowly. His eyes were wide and he was immediately yelling out to you. 

“I thought I changed everything back!” 

You continued to back out and as you put the car in drive you said one last thing to Angel before leaving. 

“Oh it’s on, Reyes.”

[alitgblog]

litg characters I'd cast in romcoms

When Harry Met Sally: Seb as Harry!! Then Genevieve as his ex, Tom as MC's (Sally's) ex, Nicky as Seb's best friend, Elladine as MC's best friend

I actually have this all sorted how this would work out but my post got deleted 😭

Notting Hill: Jin as Hugh Grant's character (forgot his name lol) because in my head he's history nerd so like just imagine him in cozy sweaters okay. He's got that wacky roommate whose name I have also forgotten and naturally if we had to pick from S8, Liam, but I also think Jamal would be a fun pick (make the roommate less wacky and more just fun and wild though). The other version of this is Jake as as the main character with his roommate Tim.

Legally Blonde (and I'm going based off the musical): Literally only here because I know I can cast the lawyers, like clearly Suresh as Warner (and oh lean heavily on the implication that he cheated on MC while they were dating) and Blake or Marisol as Vivienne (I like her being cut throat but still looking for love). I'd really like Hari as Emmett because they have a backstory of working hard for their dream and would have a fun banter with the main character without being overly cheery and also is very competitive when needs to be although may be an underdog, but lowkey could also be anyone that has the very grounded boy next door vibe so like Tyler, Rohan, Jake, James, and Lewie are also good picks imo. The other sorority girls needs to include Chelsea, Thabi, basically any of MC's besties (...minus Amelia). It's hard to think of anyone as Paulette because she's an older character and everyone in the game is pretty young but we can further my Angie x Cora agenda and have it be Angie talking about her lost love and then in comes the hot deliverywoman, Cora. She also has like sage advice vibes when she's in the villa sometimes so I think that works.

She's All That: Gary as the main guy. Eddie as his shitty best friend. I don't know why but this came so quickly to me I'm not sure I'd even have to explain but like Gary gives off cool guy / player vibes but I'd also see him absolutely get into or at least support whatever weird artsy stuff his girlfriend is into and have a character arc and all that.

While You Were Sleeping: the OG "I fell in love with your brother while you were away" story, so clearly Ozzy as Peter, Marshall as the brother, Grace as the girl Ozzy's actually dating

How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days: Because I've already said Gary for a different romcom, I'm inclined to have the suave ladies man esque character be Will or Youcef. I also think an evolved Suresh or Finn or Mason or Levi could work. Often I forget about her but I think Lulu would be a fun whatever Kathryn Hahn's character's name is.

A Cinderella Story (the Hilary Duff version): I think the fandom's go to "I don't wanna do what my dad says" character may be Lucas but I want to give Oliver a chance as the sweet lead even though I remember nothing about his backstory in game. MC's best friend can be someone a little dorky and the only person coming to mind right now is Felix.

Ten Things I Hate About You: Again, a reformed Finn could've been so good. Instead, we're going for mysterious and brooding so I think Joyo is a good choice for Patrick. Then to continue the streak of me remembering S7 characters, I think Raf could be a good Cameron because he's got that innocence and silliness that works. Then we need the friend that gives Raf an explanation of how things work and I could see that going to Andy because he's a little silly and dorky but mostly pretty confident (slightly different vibe from the character but that's fine). Other option, Bruno. In the movie, I believe he also ends up with Kat's best friend, who I just remember being very confident and alternative vibes so I think Najuma, Cora, Bella, or Lottie for her. We also need Kat's sister Bianca, and that could be easy and I say it's Amelia, or we could pick a tolerable option like Bea. There's also the guy Bianca initially has a crush on, and dare I say we pick Toby?? Just a character that's full of nothing. Or it could just be someone pretty like Levi or someone rich and an asshole like Miles or Jasper. All I remember about Bianca's bestie is that she backstabs her at the end and since fusebox hates women that could be a number of characters but my pick is Sophie or Erikah.

I could go on forever so I must I choose to stop now before I get carried away 🤣

[crimswnred]

uptaded August 10th

☆ characters' headcanons

random hcs: tim

heartrate challenge: s1 LIs clothes

☆ relationships headcanons

marisol x angie

☆ questions and situations

'how would li’s have met outside of the villa?'

'which li's love hard'

'which li’s are husband material'

'which li’s get attached easily'

'what’s the li’s like as spouses'

'how the li's (s1-3) would react to a dylan situation?'

'how the li's would react to mc being pregnant'

'which lis like football?'

'season 2 — halloween costumes'

☆ tweets

islanders reacting to season 5 pt. 1

islanders reacting to season 5 pt. 2

gary has news

random tweets part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

☆ social media and others

Noah's letterboxd

Rafael's letterboxd

dividers by @cafekitsune.

[sparxaf]

5, 7, 11, 24, and 29. I'll stop there even though I'm oh-so-tempted to keep going!

Dear Sweet Baby Zeus, Sarah! Why are you so mean to me? Did I piss on a maple leaf? Kick a bunny in front of you? Why do you enjoy my pain? I could do an entire post just on #5 alone 😆. Maaaaan, this is gonna be so freakin' long…

5. How many wips do you have? What fandoms/pairings are they for?

I have a lot. Several of them are fully written, but not edited. I'm only gonna count ones where I wrote at least a paragraph and not the ones that have extensive notes or complicated outlines but no actual story yet. So lemme see... That'd be... 17. JFC.

LITG S1 AU: Levi vs Jake x MC

LITG S3 Villa: Nicky x MC

LITG S1-S2 AU: Levi + Lucas

LITG S2 Royal Werewolf AU #1: Bobby + MC

LITG S2 TSIME AU: Noah x Lili

LITG S2 Royal AU: Lucas x Arjun

LITG S2 Royal Werewolf AU #2: Bobby x MC

LITG S2 College AU: Lucas vs Noah vs Bobby x MC

LITG S2 Villa: Bobby x Marisol--it's cursed I know

LITG S2 Post Villa: Lucas x MC x Bobby

LITG S2 Villa & Post Villa: Lucas x MC

LITG S2 AU: Arjun x MC

LITG S5 Post Villa: Suresh (non romance)

LITG S2 Post Villa Divorce: Bobby x MC

LITG S3 Therapy AU: Seb x MC

LITG S2 College AU: Rahim (non romance)

LITG S6 Villa: Marshall x Lewie x Ozzy x MC

I might have to let go of some of these S2 ones. Ain't nobody reading S2 anymore. Sigh.

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

She laughed, the tension in her releasing. “Do you want to get my heart racing, Lewie?” His own soft chuckle faded and he stepped closer to her and lowered his voice. “I really do.” And just like that, the tension, the ache, returned two-fold. What was this man doing to her? He reached over and stroked her jaw. “Do you want me to get your blood pumping?” She found herself quivering beneath his touch. “Maybe.” “Just maybe?”  “I’m receptive to it.” He grinned and pulled her closer. “I’d prefer you to be keen. Maybe even enthused.” The bright blue of his eyes dazed her like a midday summer sky. “I can offer you amenable," she said. “Damned with faint interest." He picked her up and put her on the counter, letting his hands rest on her hips. God she loved when he did that. “I fear I need to give you something to make you a little more enthusiastic.” “You might have to,” she whispered. 

11. Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

This is a good question! I don't usually think much about it. I rarely write dual POV for fanfic, because it's time consuming and I'm lazy. So when I know the premise, I generally know who's POV it'll be in. Like, in one of my wips, I decided that Levi is just discovering that he's bisexual and the story will follow him going from closeted to out so he can be with Lucas (who is already out and resents being shoved back in). Since Levi is the one who is going to grow and change, the story was always gonna be in his POV in my head.

With TSIME I DID plan to write Beach Hut Confessionals from Lili's point of view and scatter them throughout the story, but after the first one I realized that I liked it better when we only saw things through Bobby's lens.

29. What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

I'm proud of writing small moments that foreshadow the big emotional impacts to come. Most people never even notice them, so they're kind of just something for me. TSIME has a fuck ton of them.

**WARNING: THE SUN IN MY EYES SPOILERS AHEAD)** Bobby and Lili share a cup of tea and Lili turns the mug so her lips touch the same spot his do, foreshadowing the first kiss she'll instigate many chapters later (though she'll forever say that Bobby instigated it). Lili tells Bobby early on that "people leave." And there are numerous scenes of him watching her walk away from him. All of it foreshadowing what happens after CA. Bobby tells Lili she should fall madly in love with him and she says it's a bad idea and he quotes a line from Thirty Rock, telling her there are no bad ideas. Only good ideas that go horribly wrong. Foreshadowing their relationship in the villa as a whole.

My favorite is when Noah grabbed Lili, threw her over his shoulder and walked off with her, saying, "Sorry Bobby, I'm stealing your girl," foreshadowing the disaster recoupling and something that happened later after the show between Lili and Noah. FYI I have a one shot for that one as soon as I post the last chapter of TSIME. It's both distressing and sexy. Thanks for the interrogation, Sarah 😝 You jerk.

[beccas-gf]

[narcissasdaffodil]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Love Island (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Marisol/Main Character (Love Island) Characters: Marisol (Love Island), Main Character (Love Island) Additional Tags: Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Cute, Cute Ending, Sweet, Short & Sweet Summary:

A day out with her girlfriend gives Alecto enough time to reflect on their relationship.

My friend @tsunderewatermelon wrote this amazing gift fic for me! Just boosting this one, just in case anyone else in the LITG fandom is interested. Marisol fics, especially Marilecto, are my favourite things. 

[queen-of-boops]

Day 25: Mutual Masterbation

Pairing: Marisol x Female MC

Word Count: 1,253

Read on ao3 here.

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Daybeds Rendevous

Coming back from Casa Amor, MC is nervous about where it leaves her with the one she wants. So he puts her fears to bed.

Gary x MC

Happy birthday @csmicletters ! Love you Rafa 💛 I utilized one of the ideas you mentioned forever ago, sorry it wasn’t a more original idea from me.

Returning from Casa Amor, Senna had a pit of anxiety in her stomach. The idea of no guarantees made her nauseous- just because she hadn’t met someone she liked more, it didn’t mean he didn’t. But when it came down to her choice… there was really no choice at all. She wasn’t coupled with the person she wanted, hardly anyone was after that disaster coupling, but she was still going to take the risk and stick. It was a dangerous move, but she knew it was one she needed to make if she wanted to make her way back to him. She just had to hope he wanted to make his way back to her, too.

So, she sat alone as the original Villa boys made their way back one by one.

She was happy for Hope when Noah came back alone. It was only a matter of time before the Priya situation was forgotten and forgiven, even as the woman squawked about who’s reunion it was supposed to be.

And then Gary came out. He looked a little let down when he saw Chelsea with Elijah, even though Lottie was clearly positioning herself to catch his attention, but his gaze drifted to Senna. He smirked softly for a second, his eyes shining with hope and a sadness she couldn’t pinpoint, before he shifted his attention to greet the new boys. Puzzled as he looked at Graham, he asked the others, “Does you guys think he looks a bit like…”

“You?” Senna supplied, all too eagerly, as Gary’s jaw dropped open. There was a silent underlying message, like she’d been thinking about him while she was gone. She let the others laugh at the recognition that dumbfounded him.

When Bobby came out, quip already leaving his lips, she could see the slight fear that ran through his eyes that Marisol had found someone. But it was almost overpowered by the joy that his friend was finally turning her luck around.

She didn’t pay too much attention to Rahim or Jakub coming out. She didn’t care, especially about Jakub. She never trusted him. She was too focused on the way Gary kept sneaking glances her way to pay them any mind, even though she vaguely registered Rahim bringing a new girl with him.

And then she noticed the way everyone’s eyes shifted to her, the way Chelsea asked if she was nervous, the sad look back in Gary’s expression.

But she wasn’t nervous- at least not for the reason they thought.

When Lucas walked out, a girl dressed to the nines following behind him, Senna felt a mix of relief and anxiety welling inside her. She was relieved Lucas could move on from her, but she wasn’t worried what this meant for her fate on the show. She was glad her fate was shared with Gary, that was her solace. Congratulating Lucas for finding someone seemed like the thing to do, even as Chelsea rambled about how he chose Blake because she was like Senna.

And then Blake felt the need to comment about how Senna wasn’t Lucas’s type anyway because she was a try hard.

She smiled to herself when she saw Gary look offended on her behalf.

When Senna caught up with the guys, after the coupling finally ended and she had gotten closure with Lucas to encourage him to make an effort with Blake, she was glad that Gary had asked her to talk privately.

“I missed ya…” he started, though hesitantly like he wasn’t sure how welcome it would be, “Wasn’t the same around here without you.”

“I missed you too.” Senna offered, leaning just a little more into his space without touching him. Though could anyone blame her if their shoulders brushed so she could feel his warmth? They were both single now after all. But she tried to lighten the mood, “Surprised you blokes noticed we were gone.”

“I noticed you were gone.” Gary admitted, his tone and eyes softer than they’d been all night. After a second of just letting his eyes drink her in, he opened his mouth…

Only to be interrupted by Shannon appearing to look for Rahim.

When everyone was getting ready for bed, Senna decided she couldn’t stay couped up in the bedroom surrounded by so many people- especially if she was going to risk sharing a bed with Lottie as the resident single ladies.

So instead she grabbed her pillow and made her way back outside.

Her head barely hit the pillow when she was surprised by a voice, “Seems you had the same idea as me.”

The grin that wound its way onto her face couldn’t be suppressed if she tried, but she still tried to hide it, “I should’ve known better than to think I’d be alone.”

She forgot he could see through her when he wanted to, “Sure, you really thought there was anywhere here I wouldn’t find ya.” Gary took the daybed next to her, rolling onto his side immediately to be able to see whatever part of her he could.

He didn’t expect her to already be looking back.

Making the goofiest face he could imagine gracing her beautiful features.

A bark of laughter shot out of him, making her grin as she tucked her arm under her head, “I have a question for you, Gare.”

He grinned, “What’s up, Sen?”

“What were you going to say earlier?” She bounced the fingers on her free hand lightly off her thumb, the only indicator that she was nervous about what she was going to hear.

Gary sighed, giving her a soft but nervous smile, “Was gonna tell you about some bloody dumb shit I pulled.” The edges of her smile started to drop, and Gary’s gut dropped with them as he realized what she thought, “Now- I- I didn’t do anything like that. I just… may have gotten in Lucas’s face a bit.”

Now she did frown, but more out of confusion, “You and the guys mentioned that.”

“It… may have been a bit more than we let on.” Gary answered, embarrassment starting to well up inside him. “Bobby had to get Rahim and Noah to help break us up because… I almost hit him.”

Senna’s jaw fell open, shock coursing through her. She never would’ve thought the sweet goof she’d grown attached to would honestly fight someone over her. She tried to find the words, she usually knew what to say to him, but she was coming up empty.

“Babe…”

The blonde man watched as she paused, clearly scrolling through thoughts in her head to find the response she wanted- or that she thought he wanted to hear- but he needed to be honest, “I was angry with him. We all knew that. It didn’t seem like you wanted to be with him, and I just- I’m sorry. Was thinking I was doing it for you. Bobby eventually talked me down, Lucas and me- we talked it out later. Guess I’m just… I’m serious about you, Senna.”

“Gary…” Senna started hesitantly, her hand that wasn’t tucked under her hand reaching across the space between the two of them to brush along his arm until he reached out to hold it, “Were you afraid I wouldn’t come back to you?”

He sighed, just a puff of air leaving, as he nodded, “Wouldn’t blame ya, if ya wanted a guy like that.”

“I want a guy just like this one.” She squeezed his hand, “If he still wants me, at least.”

“Only way I don’t pick you is if someone beats me to it.” Gary grinned at her.

“You know…” she smirked, “We’re both single right now…”

“We are,” he prompted, grin growing, “What about it?”

“Just thinking I could really do with a cuddle, if you feel up-“ Senna giggled, Gary practically leaping to join her before she even finished speaking and wrapping her up in his big arms.

Her favorite place to be.

[freshlyrage]

Running Like Water

Chapter 9

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

A/N: this was a short little thing I wrote when I came back from vacation so enjoy

word count: 3k

Javier watches you peel off and continues at the party like that was normal. Like laughing shoulder to shoulder with you wasn't a privilege. If it weren't for your abrupt departure, Javi would have walked back into that party with a pep in his step. Javier avoided any eye contact with people from his graduating class as he made his way back to the table. 

Genie placed the baby in his lap, Marisol . 

Javier always wanted to be a dad, so when your baby sister reached to grip on a hair hanging from his mustache, Javier folded over in a fit of laughter. Javier had been raised by the best dad. Even when his mom was around, it was Chucho who waited at the bus stop, rubbed vicks on his chest when he had a cold and picked out his picture date outfits. He knew what being a good father was, he just feared he didn't know what a good mother looked like. He was afraid he’d choose the wrong person and not realize it. He also knew that no matter who he ended up having a child with, he would do anything to keep that family together for the baby. 

Frankie and Genie invited Javier to their home after the party, considering it was a kids birthday it ended earlier than most. At 7 pm Javi told his father he would be home late, Chucho was just happy to see Javier smiling. The couple's home was beautiful, 3 bedrooms and a backyard. Javier tilted and frowned in approval as he sat in their back deck with a cold beer. Felt like yesterday when Javier watched Frankie pathetically follow Genie’s uninterested self around. Now she sat with a big rock on her ring finger, making sure it’s seen with every hair brush and hand gesture. 

Javier shrugged off his brown leather jacket and leaned against it as he watched Frankie detail the jet skiing accident the two of them had in Puerto Rico, how he thinks Genie up-played her injury to be taken care of by him. She protested but eventually admitted which had Javier laughing a loud one. 

Observing the beer in Genevieve's hand Javier finally asks. “So when am I becoming a godfather?” He crosses his arms and leans back, watching his best friend's face split in a smile at the question. The sound of the electric bug zapper buzzing above Javier’s head offers a strange comfort to him. The sounds of his hometown waved in a large contrast from his life in the city.

Genie smiles too, “After the wedding, is the plan. We bought a big house for a reason.” She laughs, Javier knew the three bedrooms was a smart decision. “And you? When are we getting little Javier Peña’s? Pequeños hombres con bigote corriendo por ahí, ¿pronto?”

Javier slowly shakes his head with an awkward laugh, he knew the question came from a place of curiosity- he also knew Genie probably just wanted to know why he came to Laredo alone. Frankie also leaned in for his answer. He was nosy just like his fiance. 

 “Well, me and Lorraine have been separated for a while now. Might have to wait until after Colombia.” It doesn't pain him to admit, these two had known him since he was in middle school, they never made him feel judged. Javi just hoped you were not upset at home, he also hoped you didn't call his house. 

The twin flames mirror a nod of empathy and understanding. Javier could vomit at how in sync the two were all the time. Javier watches Genie’s face deviously quirk into a smile while staring at him, Javier furrows his own in confusion. Frankie snaps his head to his girl, “Why are you smiling you psycho, he just told us he broke up with his girlfriend-of-forever.” It's not angrily, as his face is biting away a smile.

 Javier is fighting a laugh too at the look on Genie’s face before she brings the beer to her lips and murmurs, “You still have Andrea…”

In unison Javier and Frankie’s eyes bulge from their heads at her scheming face knowing she just stirred the pot with the one comment. Frankie is practically falling from his chair from the shock. “You need to let go of this sick fantasy baby.” Frankie shakes his head, Javier’s chest aching at the joke, he didn’t see this coming. Javier still feeling out of the loop in the playful banter between the two, Frankie tunes and fills him in. “Genie has had this joke for years-obviously when Andrea was freshman she had a crush on you, Genie thinks you two are going to just end up together and the thought makes me insane so she won’t let it go-”

“My god Frankie she’s 22, you need to give it up, if Andrea wants a piece of Peña, so be it!”

Frankie shakes his head in protest, “Ew, please. I’ll kill both of you-you and Andrea.” He wags a finger in Javi’s face and Javier places his hands up in defense, he truly thought that Frankie would be over those whole bro code rule of little sisters being off limits. Little Sister, you’re 22 for crying out loud. Javier thought it was all a bit absurd. Yet the guilt never leaves.

Genie shakes her head in laughter, “Javier-if you want to be with Andrea, go for it. She needs a good man for once, you should be rejoiced if they end up together.”

“Stop-”

There is a bit more guilt in Javier's stomach when he imagines you laid under him, gripping at his arms while he lowers himself in you. Fisting the weight between his legs, his stomach drawing tight having to be quiet which he wasn’t used to since for the last six years he could please himself without fear of someone listening in.

Seeing you like that was overwhelming, wondering if you still would get red at him touching you like before. Wondering if you’d learn some more over the years. Wondered if you wouldn’t care about Javier’s preference to be in control. So curious to see what noises you’d make now. Panting, your name in broken syllables. His hand holding his body up over his bed, leaving a space under him for you. Finishing in thick white ropes making a mess of his bed when he thinks of you fucked out under him. Nearly collapsing at how hard he comes, he rolls onto his back.

Staring at the ceiling, how good he had just felt. He couldn't feel guilty, even after your brothers rant about bro code. How despite Javier being the only man he trusts, he still wouldn't want him around you in that capacity. It used to make Javier nervous when he was a junior-your brother's opinion. But it's been years, the two of you are adults with lived experiences. He got the idea back then. You were only sixteen, inexperienced and unmuddled by all the things a man could do to a woman- and Javier had been an expert in that field by the time he was seventeen. Then you were innocent, inexperienced- what guilt he would feel if he had left you stained by his own selfish desire. 

He groans and gets up to change his sheets, wrapping his stained one tightly and stuffed in his hamper. He readjusts the waistband of his sleep pants and sits at the edge of his bed rubbing his face in shame. He just couldn't believe that you didn't punch him square in the face, god knows he deserved it. How pretty you looked holding your sister against you. Javier couldn't help but broadcast the image in the forefront of his brain when Genie asked about having kids.  

It had been three days since he’s seen you. Two nights since his conversation with Frankie and Genie. Javier was bad at conversations of the future. He was even worse at conversations surrounding you. He also was just the worst ever when he got drunk. 

Truthfully switching out beer for cigarettes made his tolerance lower in a way he was foreign to. The day after Javier saw you he worked with his dad all day and decided to go out to the new bar on main street with your brother. Javi had been downing beers since he was 12 so starting a tab, with a cigarette in hand and a drink in another felt casual enough. Javier realized soon enough that his tolerance wasn’t the same. He was a smoker and a social drinker, -of beer. So he isn’t sure what told him to keep ordering rum. Spilling his training stories to the bartender who seemed to be interested, or maybe it was Javier’s intoxicated brain telling him that the man was interested. Frankie listened on in amusement. His smile failing to fade.

Frankie’s smile faded at a point into the night, around 11 pm when the bar began loading with more people. “I heard a rumor about you when you went away.” He opens, Javier is a bit tipsy and unfazed. He liked this game, confirm or deny. He had a lot of things he had done and a lot of things people made up, he laughed at it all.

“Hit me.” He brings his 4th beer to his lips with a smile that Frankie didn't have. Frankie didn't look like you at all honestly. He was paler, eyes more droopy and downturned. He had the eyes of a stoner his whole life, and his nose was angular and strong. But he had that smile you had, when they had first became friends Javier was a bit jealous of his smile. 

Frankie looks away and rolls his tongue on the inside of his cheek. “I know that you hooked up with my sister.” 

The crease in between Javier’s strong brows cracked. His chest rising for a second, feeling some heat spread across his chest. “I-” He starts but Frankie shakes his head in disapproval, placing his beer on the table. "It was a long time-"

“I know it was a long time ago- and someone mentioned it to me, I really thought about driving up to Houston myself and killing you.” Frankie’s gleam with a foreign look of distaste, Javier does not dare speak. He feels like a child caught sneaking a cookie from the jar, as Frankie continues. “Heard it was just a kiss-had time to decompress and not completely lose my shit, Genie helped me with that.” He sips again. 

Javier's fists are balled up by his side as he sat, digging his blunt nails into his palm. “Anyway its been years, I’ve had years to reflect on a lot of things, reflected on my own relationship with my sister. I wasn't the best brother, I was mean to her… fuck I mean I was the second man in her life to just let her down. I never protected her, I guess all I did was protect her from you for some reason.”

Javier’s lips quirk in a frown, confused, “From me? You know i’d never-”

Frankie cuts him off again, “I know. I-fuck, I never saw you as a bad guy Javi, you're my best friend. I just knew Andrea really liked you and I tried to shield her from you hurting her but I think I failed at that too.”

“Don't say that-”

“Javi jesus just listen to me.” He closes his eyes and pinches his nose bridge. “My little sister has been through a lot and what you did to her was really fucking selfish, I mean you sent her all these mixed signals and you knew you were leaving and you kiss her. It may not seem that serious to you, but put yourself in her shoes-she was 16 and had been crushin on you since she was 12. You kiss her and you go back to your girl and you leave.” Javier feels a ball of emotion in his throat, in that moment he hadn't known that a confrontation like this lived deep in his fears. 

“I’m just asking you not to cross that line again, no matter how much she may want you again because she will-just don't be selfish again. Because I love you but I love her more, and I won't fail her again.” 

Frankie squeezes Javier's shoulders and abandons him at the bar. 

Javier sits, embarrassed with his heart skipping beats in his chest. Counting his breaths before calming down.

His eyes land on a pair of eyes across the bar. Through a clenched jaw and panicked eyes Javier regrettably makes his way over to the girl.

Josefina Alto, was the girl Javier drunkenly fucked in a bathroom stall that night.

You found out about the Josefina debacle without having to ask. You actually wouldn’t even have guessed that’s what Javier got himself into during the days you had decided not to call. 

When you went home after the party you had a panic attack. It was crushing, and itching and you couldn’t figure out the source-or which was the source. 

It could have been seeing Javier after so long-but it also could have very likely have been the sick feeling Xavier gave you with his comment. You felt that panic sear through you and split you in half when your ex smiled in satisfaction after digging at the place that hurt you most. 

You had to leave and looking into the eyes of Javier only made it worse. Calling him wasn’t a plan you had, despite the slightly pleasant conversation the two of you shared. The olive branch of communication that you extended came accidentally, out of instinct. 

No matter how much you wanted to grow from him, just like Chucho predicted. You just can’t. He couldn’t either.

You were nervous to ring him. You thought you’d pick a day and just call him to go out with you. Platonically . You needed a more casual setting to catch up, maybe you’d invite your brother and sister in law, just to make it easier. 

That idea got washed quickly. It got washed the second day when you went for your morning walk.  You tap your face, your hand nearly sticking to the sweat on your cheeks. Even being in Miami for nearly 7 months, coming back to Texas it’s heat still gets you. That Miami sun though, coming through your dorm window right after partying until 5 am, it was not ideal. 

Your morning nature walk was a routine you coined in college. You usually did it after a night of partying, it was needed to reflect on the night before and be one with nature after being reckless at a club. You didn’t go out much when you were home so the gym and your morning walk is what you got to call yours. 

Your first stop was always the corner store on Elden. Making your way in the narrow aisles digging for your favorite vanilla wafers. That was when you heard Josefina from the other side of the chip stand. 

“I hadn’t even known he came back to Laredo, I had to take the chance.” 

You stopped in your tracks and slowly dug through the chips. Small town culture most definitely infiltrated in your DNA, you stilled at the sound of gossip. 

“Well everyone at the party was talking about him splitting with Lorraine.” The other voice chimed, Luana Pacheco, you knew that nasally voice anywhere. She was in your graduating class and spoke the loudest in class, no shock you can hear her now. 

The chisme in town must be at a low for Javier coming home to be a hot topic. But since it was him, you faked an interest in the nutritional facts of a lays chips bag. 

Josefina laughs, “Girl I know- I wouldn’t have fucked him if he was with that poor girl, you didn’t even let me finish the story!” She groans.

The goddamn lays from your hands drop and make its loudest crinkling sound imaginable. How in the world is this bodega so silent? 

Your eyes scan around you and you play it cool by continuing your search for chips you weren’t interested in. Fucked him? You mouth to yourself, maldito descarado . Been home for less then a week and already fucking around. 

“Well! continue, you said you wanted a coke right?”

“Pepsi- but we were flirting and next thing you know I’m dragging him to the bathroom, Lu-I have never been fucked like that in my life. I was shaking by the end, like I heard rumors but-”

With that you snatch a can of pringles and part from the aisle, deciding that was enough of the conversation. Your stomach flipping in jealousy and something else. Shaking? 

Your stomach pits and you exit the store in a breeze, earning a stare from the girls. You hadn't even heard the cashier yelling for you to pay for the chips you left the store with.

The nostalgic ring to his home phone cut into his brain piecing his night out together, he remembers Josefina kissing him and he remembers her over the bathroom sink. He just lets the phone ring waiting for his dad to pick up from the other room since it was probably for him. Javier stares at the light blue phone slightly shaking at its ear splitting loudness before deciding to pick up for himself. His dad was probably snoring, it was 11 pm on a Thursday.

“Jesus christ, I thought you were going to send me to voicemail.” Javier’s brows shoot at the sound of your voice and his eyes snap around the room and to the picture of him and Frankie on his dresser. Theres the guilt.

“Oh, sorry. I didn't think you'd call so…” He looks over to the clock, ten minutes until 12. “Late”

You sigh over the phone, "Could you be at my house in the next ten minutes, I need to get out of here."

Javier closes his eyes. 

"I’m just asking you not to cross that line again, no matter how much she may want you again because she will-just don't be selfish again."

"I'll be there in five."

[willkimurashat]

So, my friends invited me over to watch the PG rated hit family film Cats (2019). Can we have a moment of silence for my forever lost innocence please? … Thank you. Anyway, so now that I’m greatly disturbed and utterly horrified, here’s a LITG x Cats crossover absolutely no one asked for lmao

Casting LITG islanders as characters from Cats (not necessarily from 2019 version because wtf was that)

Marisol/Camilo as Munkustrap

Imposing, energetic, courageous. Leader and protector of the Jellicle cats tribe. Responsible and brave. Narrator and story-teller.

S5 MC as Victoria

Young, inhibited, inquisitive. Naive and kind-hearted, abandoned by previous owners. Longs to be wanted and loved.

Chelsea/Thabi as Jennyanydots

Motherly, contended, controlling. Lazying around during the day, running the household during the night. Cheerful and good-humored with bossy side.

Priya and Bobby/Iona and Najuma as Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer

Mischievous, rambunctious, ne’er-do-well. Fun-loving criminal duo, generally well-received by other cats. Notorious partners in crime.

Lexi/Cherry as Grizzabella

Proud, hurt, indomitable. Once a glamorous star, now exiled and disgraced. Sad and wistful, despised by the Jellicle cats, longs for forgiveness.

Lottie/Suresh as Macavity

Hypnotic, jealous, dangerous. Malevolent criminal mastermind, eludes the police and strikes fear in other Jellicle cats.

Angie/Lulu as Old Deutoronomy

Wise, commanding, spiritual. Kind and just leader of the Jellicle cats, beloved by everyone. An ancient cat with psychic powers and spiritual connection with Heavyside layer.

Mason/Rafi/Finn as Rum Tum Tugger

Vain, perverse, inconsequent. Charismatic, self-obsessed show-off. Rock star with wild anarchic energy and comedic sexuality.

Kat as Bombalurina

Generous, voluptuous, frank. Self-confident and very direct about feelings. Extremely flirtatious and the center of attention.

Rohan/Henrik/Alfie as Mr. Mistoffelees

Competitive, neat, electric. Mysterious and clever conjuring cat. Up to mischief or performing amusing magic tricks.

Bruno/Tai as Skimbleshunks

Caring, bright, self-regarding. Protector of the kittens when danger is near. Jolly and cheerful, remembered by his signature gigantic smile and bright personality.

Will as Gus the Theatrical Cat

Wistful, imaginative, frail. Fragile and feeble old cat, reminiscing about his days of being an actor. Initially vague and a little confused, but becomes more confident and outspoken.

Jake/Tom as Bustopher Jones

Foppish, gluttonous, dapper. Genial and cheerful, enjoys life to the fullest. Particularly interested in fine dining and cuisine at gentlemen’s clubs. Leaves swiftly at first sign of trouble.