#oh yeah i checked its actually one and a half year since i started that previous thing. fuuuck

[sorrowgrove]

everyone clap i actually finished something more serious :-] and it only took 4 days of goofing off

[jessejaredstories]

One Last Adventure

“Did you find anyone yet?”

“Not yet babe, I’m still looking.”

I flipped through the pages of my old high school yearbook while my boyfriend Jack was pacing around our bedroom. He was supposed to be searching through Grindr and Tinder for potential targets, but I knew he was getting frustrated and decided not to push it. My boyfriend has always been the impatient type, but I could understand why he was getting extra antsy tonight. 

About a month ago, my boyfriend and I made a deal with a witch. In exchange for five years off of each of our lifespans, the witch would grant us the supernatural ability to take over other people’s bodies. As you can imagine, Jack and I have been generously using our new powers ever since we got them. We’ve been using them to do whatever we want as whoever we want! Getting easy access to anything we want, getting payback on anyone who’s wronged us, and probably the most fun, fucking as whoever we want. Pretty sweet ability right? 

But of course, an extraordinary power like this doesn’t come without its cost. On top of paying the witch with literal years off of our lives, there were also two conditions we needed to follow. The first condition was the time limit. We got exactly 30 days before our powers expire. Once time’s up, that’s it. No more body hopping fun. The second condition was more of a restriction than anything else. The witch said that we couldn’t just take over anyone’s body. We could only choose people both Jack and I have met in-person before. That condition really limited our options, but even so, that didn’t stop us from having as much fun as possible. 

���Hey, what about these two?” I handed Jack the yearbook with an open page. Unfortunately though, it took him less than a second to shake his head no.

“No good. I knew them but I never actually met them.”

I sighed as I took back the yearbook. Not gonna lie, I was starting to get frustrated too. We just couldn’t find any new bodies to possess! Normally, we wouldn’t get so worked over it, but tonight was different. It was our last day before our powers expired for good. Obviously we couldn’t just let our powers die out without one last body hopping escapade! But after hours of searching, it was not looking good for us…

Or so I thought. I started half-assedly looking through all the faces of our former high school classmates. It was then that two faces stuck out to me. Akshay Khan and Kabir Patel. 

“How about these two? Remember them? The Indian bros?” I asked Jack.

“Oh yeah, I remember them. Can’t say I remember much though,”

“Neither can I.”

Akshay and Kabir were known for being inseparable best friends, but that was it really. They never got involved in any school activities. That’s why they each only had one photo in the yearbook. Easy to miss, but they were still an option nonetheless. 

“C’mon, let’s check out what they’ve been up to,” I said as I pulled out my phone. 

Jack joined me on the couch. He laid against me as I typed in Akshay’s name. Luckily that was all I needed to get a hit on Instagram. His profile came up and surely enough, it was him. He had recently posted on his story too. I clicked on it and up came a picture of him and Kabir working out at some gym together.

“Whoa, they’ve really glowed up since high school. The gym’s been kind to them!” Jack let out a fox whistle when he saw the picture. I turned my head slightly to watch him checking out the goods. I could tell by the hungry look in his eyes that we just found our next targets.

“What do you say bro?” I said while lowering my voice. “You down to hit the showers after we hit this last set?” I caught Jack off guard with my bad Akshay impression, but he caught on right away. We exchanged a knowing look, then proceeded to get ready for the takeover. 

We both laid down on the ground and took deep breaths. We had body possession down to a science with how many times we’ve done it. All that was left to do was to go through steps again. I cleared my mind of all thoughts then I focused on imagining my soul leaving my body, all while maintaining my breathing. Soon enough, I could feel myself becoming lighter as my soul left my physical body. Once I was no longer a slave to the laws of physics, I flew straight to the gym where Akshay and Kabir were. They made the big mistake of tagging their location on social media, which made Jack and I’s job a whole lot easier! 

Thanks to my spirit form, I made it to their location within minutes. I phased through the walls and looked around for the bros. The gym was pretty empty that night for some reason. After some searching, I found Akshay in the locker room area checking himself out in the mirror. He was by himself in there. I crept up behind him, ready to strike while he was distracted! 

“Nrghh… What the fuck?” Akshay exclaimed. He hunched over while holding his stomach. I hesitated jumping into him, then abandoned the idea altogether when I realized what was happening. Jack had beaten me to the punch, he had already begun possessing Akshay.

I decided to stay back a moment and watch as my boyfriend possessed the gym rat. Akshay was groaning loudly. He tried keeping his balance but ended up falling to the ground on all fours. Sweat beads were forming on his face as he began breathing heavily. He then swung his head back with his mouth wide open. I could see his eyes roll back to the back of his head until I only saw the veiny whites of his eyeballs. Akshay then let out a loud, eerie groan. His cheeks and chest puffed up as Jack's soul slithered down his throat. I could see Akshay's Adam's apple bob up and down too! This lasted for a few seconds, then Akshay swallowed the last of Jack's essence in one final gulp. Once it was done, Akshay's eyes went back to normal and he stood up with a cocky grin on his face. 

"Ahh yeahhh... That's the good stuff..." Akshay said while caressing his massive pecs and rock hard abs. Except I knew that wasn't Akshay anymore, that was my loving boyfriend checking out his new body in the mirror. 

I watched as my boyfriend admired his newly obtained muscles in front of the mirror. I couldn't help but smile as Jack flexed his cannons for arms and made his pecs pop. To be honest, I was slightly jealous of him. Akshay was jacked! I wanted to have that body for myself, but no matter, there was still another body up for grabs anyway. 

I turned around and began searching for Kabir. I looked throughout the gym and eventually found him near the dumbbells. Kabir was busy putting some weights back on the rack. He wasn't perfectly alone like Akshay was, but the sight of his plump butt sticking out as he was bent over was too tempting to ignore. I just had to take the risk and dive right in! 

I steadied my aim first and then charged in as fast as I could. Thanks to my spirit form, I was able to phase right through his gym shorts and go straight into his asshole. 

"Ow!! What the fuck!?" Kabir yelped out, presumably from me penetrating him by surprise. The impact of me entering him made Kabir fall onto the ground on his stomach. He grabbed onto his ass cheeks while squirming around on the ground. Unfortunately I wasn't able to possess him in one smooth motion, but it didn't matter. I was already halfway in, and there was nothing Kabir could do to stop a pro like me.

I started wiggling my way up his ass. The deeper I went inside him, the more I could feel through his body as the body takeover process started. 

"Aaargh fuckk!! Ahh!!" 

Kabir was moaning and thrashing around like a madman! I couldn't blame him though, I could feel the stimulation I was giving him by entering through his ass. I bet I was hitting all the right pleasure spots as I slithered up him! 

"Mmmm... yeahh that's the spot..." I purred using Kabir's voice. I was in full control now, and hearing his accent come out of my mouth was making me hard! I stood up and brushed off any dirt on me. I took a moment to admire my newly possessed body. Jack might have gotten the more muscular body, but Kabir was taller and with a well-toned physique too. He was hot— No, I was hot! 

“Hey bro, you good?” 

I felt a hand pat me on the shoulder. Shit! Someone must’ve spotted Kabir thrashing around on the floor! I slowly turned around, but thankfully my worries were for nothing. It was just Jack.

“Yeah man, I’m chilling, all good here,” I answered. Jack shook his head. 

“You sure, Kabir? Looked like you had a pretty ass cramp just now… You don’t need a massage to help ease the pain?”

Getting called “Kabir” threw me off for a moment. Although I quickly caught on when I saw “Akshay” wink at me.

“Actually, you’re right, I could use a massage right now! Think you can lend me a hand bro?” I replied with a smirk. Akshay returned my gesture with a grin. It was moments like this that made me love taking over other people’s bodies with my boyfriend. Nobody but us knew that these two gym rats just got possessed by two other men, and that secret just made it even more fun.

Akshay and I wasted no time in getting to the locker rooms. Luckily for us, there was still nobody back there. We took off our clothes and hopped into one of the shower stalls together. Akshay turned on the water, and then proceeded to pin me to the wall behind me. He planted a big fat kiss on my lips. It was aggressive, but I loved it! 

We made out in the stall with our tongues fighting for dominance while the running water helped cover up our loud kisses and moans. Naturally, our dicks got hard while we kissed. I could feel Akshay’s dick rub against me as we pressed and interlocked our wet bodies against one another. It was strange. Normally when we possess straight men, we could feel their dormant souls try to resist against us having fun with their bodies. I expected Kabir and Akshay to do the same, but they never did! It was almost as if their bodies were enthusiastic about us having our fun. Perhaps, they’ve already done what we were doing?

Whatever. It doesn’t matter. All that mattered was that Akshay had a hand around my neck, choking me while keeping me pressed against the shower wall. I opened my mouth and Akshay spit in my mouth. I swallowed it like a good boy, then I jumped onto Akshay. He held me up while we resumed kissing. Then, while our lips were locked together, he began to lower me down onto his cock. I could feel his dick tap against my hole, then it slid right in.

“OHH FUCKK!!!” I couldn’t hold back my moans. The pleasure of having Akshay’s whole length inside me… My hole expanding to accommodate his girth was too much to hold back!

“You like that? You want this big, brown cock inside you?”

“Fuck yeah! Fuck me!!” 

“Beg for it then.” He started teasing me by thrusting himself into me slowly. 

“Please bro! Please fuck me hard!! I want you… I need you… Arghh!!”

Akshay started picking up the pace of his thrusts. I thought I saw stars with every deep stroke he gave me. We were probably making a lot of noise between my moans and his grunts, but we didn’t care. We fucked like animals with our new jock bodies and we weren’t ashamed of it! 

It only took us another few minutes of fucking before we were both close. Akshay pulled out and let me down to the ground. We then started tugging our dicks together until we covered both ourselves and the shower stall with our cum. We were both panting as we shot load after load of our sweet spunk out. We then made out again one last time while we were still covered with each other’s cum before the shower washed it away. It was hot, and it was definitely the last body hopping adventure we needed before our powers expired for good. 

Once we finished having our fun, Jack and I were ready to leave. We never bothered cleaning up, we just depossessed the bodies and let them take care of it. Jack and I shared one last loving look as Akshay and Kabir before leaving. However, when we tried forcing our souls out of their bodies, we couldn’t! No matter how hard or how much we tried, we just couldn’t leave! We ended up having to clean up after ourselves for once. We did that quickly, then got dressed and left the gym as fast as we could. We had no idea what was going on! But then I caught a glimpse of the time. It was already 1:30AM! It was already the next day! It was supposed to be a quickie, but I guess Jack and I got a little carried away…

All this happened two years ago. We’ve been living as Akshay and Kabir ever since then. Even to this day, neither of us know what could’ve happened that we’d end up trapped in these bodies. If I had to take a guess, I’d wager that when the witch said that our powers would expire permanently, she meant it way more seriously than Jack and I expected. Without those powers, we couldn’t even return to our original bodies! I don’t know, but honestly, I don’t care anymore. If anything, we’ve been blessed to have Akshay and Kabir’s lives as our own. Sure, Akshay’s new family is super traditional and they’re already setting him up for a bride, but that doesn’t matter to us. We still meet up in secret when nobody’s around. No matter who we are, we are lovers and nothing will ever take that away from us. 

We’re not sure how exactly we’re gonna get past an arranged family, but as long as Akshay is by my side, we can overcome anything.

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Chapter 6: Dinosaurs, Dates and Diners, Oh My!

Summary: After a long last week, Javi takes you out to celebrate the end of the school year. Even when things don't go according to his plans, you're convinced you've never been on a better date.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected P in V sex (wrap it up, y'all), phone sex, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, masturbation (m and f), mentions of panic/anxiety, mentions of food/eating, subpar Spanish (my 4 years of high school Spanish don't take up a lot of space in my brain, I apologize) Javi being our consent king, Javi caring so much about you it physically hurts me

Word Count: 14.1K (I didn't realize how long this was until I finished)

A/N: YOU GUYS. When I started doing this, I just wanted to write for fun and posted thinking that no one would read this, let alone be invested in it 🥺 Y'all are so sweet, thank you so much!! This was another fun chapter to write, I'm thinking I have some good ideas about what these two are up to next!!

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Javier Peña had always been a light sleeper. Even as a kid, he would wake up to the sound of a stray footstep wandering through his home, or the wind rustling the tree outside his bedroom window. Once he got to Colombia, it was like he never slept at all. Since coming home, his dreams were plagued with the violent images of his past, causing him to thrash and toss in his sleep, waking up sweaty and breathless. But last night, he slept next to you. Your warmth and presence draped over him provided a sense of comfort he hadn’t felt in years. For the first time he could remember since coming back, Javi actually slept. When he woke up Monday morning to the sound of his alarm, he so desperately wished to have rolled over and found you, to wrap himself around you and ground himself. To smell the warm and fruity scent of your hair, to kiss your soft skin, to take in every detail about how your body seemed to impossibly take up every corner of the bed, despite your small stature. This morning, Javi had to settle for the emptiness of his childhood bedroom, begrudgingly preparing himself for the very long 4 days ahead of him until he could see you again. 

He got out of bed, following his usual routine of brushing his teeth, shaving and showering, the emptiness of his bathroom making him wish you were there to serenade him with your cute sing-alongs as you both got ready. 

After he was dressed, he headed out into the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee and sit on the back porch, overlooking their acres of farmland and the impending sunrise. During Javi’s time away, Chucho had hired help at the ranch, now relieving Javi of having to get up at some God awful hour to feed animals or move cows from one pasture to another. Even in his older age, it didn’t stop his father from getting up every morning at 4:25 AM to make sure things stayed running smoothly on the ranch. Normally, he and his father’s morning schedules didn’t overlap, sometimes getting the occasional good morning in passing as they headed to their prospective jobs. This morning, Javi had to check his watch to make sure he wasn’t late for work, realizing his Dad had finished his morning chores almost a half hour early. He must have seen that Javi’s car finally made its way back to the driveway when he got up. Javi knew his dad would confront him about the weekend at some point, he just didn’t think it was going to be at 6:27 this morning. 

Chucho walked up the steps of the back porch, sitting down next to Javi on the top step. “Morning, Pops.” Javi took a sip of his coffee. 

“Glad to see you made it back. I was getting close to sending a search party out for you, Hijo.” He chuckled, seeing that Javi’s face was already starting to get red. “Seems like it must have been a good weekend then, huh?” 

“Yeah, it was uh, it was a really good weekend.” 

“Good. I’m glad, son. The way I watched you smile on Saturday… it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you like that.” 

“Yeah. She makes me really happy, Pop.” He reached down for another sip of his coffee, Chucho keeping quiet, in hopes to get more out of him. “I uh, I asked her to be my girlfriend. I know it seems really fast but… I don’t know, Dad. There’s something about her. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about anyone before.” 

Chucho placed his hand on Javi’s shoulder. “Sometimes Mijo, you just know.” Javi shifted his gaze from his reflection in his coffee mug to the soft smile of his father. In that moment, it was like a weight had been lifted off of Javi’s shoulders. He couldn’t quite describe what it was. Was it the fact that he could tell how happy his dad was for him? That he had found someone who liked him for who he was? That it wasn’t too late to prove he deserved the life he wanted before he left for Colombia all those years ago? 

“Thanks, Pops. She’s special.” 

“I can tell she is, Javier. I’d love to meet her sometime.” 

“She already told me she wants to come and meet the animals. Tried to buy a bag of carrots when we went grocery shopping so she could make sure the horses liked her.” They both laughed to themselves. 

“That was how I got su mamá to come to the ranch for the first time. She told me I was fine, but los animales were the only reason she really wanted to come over. It all seemed to work out okay.” Chucho patted Javier on the shoulder, before grunting as he stood up. “You going to see her again soon?” 

“Thursday. Taking her out to celebrate her last day of school.” 

Chucho smilied. “Ah, yes. No me hables hasta los niños estan libres. (Don't talk to me until the children are free). I’m happy for you, Javier. All me and your mamá ever wanted for you was that.” 

Chucho huffed as he took a step on to the deck and walked his way into the house. Javi smiled to himself, repeating his fathers words in his head. 

Sometimes, you just know. 

You knew Monday was going to suck. It was inevitable. It had been so long since you had slept in the same bed with someone, after just one night of being with Javi, you found yourself tossing and turning, craving his body in your bed. To top off your not so great night’s sleep, you realized you had forgotten to set your alarm, made no food for your lunch, and hadn’t set your coffee to brew for when you woke up. Scrambling, you started a pot and threw whatever lunch-like items you could find into your lunch box, hoping that maybe you would have the appetite for one of them later. Not having enough time to shower, you threw your hair up in a bun, found a dress (since it was easier than having to pick out a top and bottoms), grabbed your things and raced down to your car. Thankfully, there wasn’t too much you had to prep when you got in- there wasn’t planned since it was the last week of school. But, you did have to have your room packed for summer cleaning before Thursday. You were planning on doing the majority of it on Thursday afternoon since the kids had a half day in the morning, but knowing you had plans with a very handsome someone later on that night, you were trying to get as much done as possible. 

Just as you assumed, your room was in absolute chaos as your students entered, like they could feel it in their bones that summer was almost here. You couldn’t have been more thankful to have music and gym this morning, sending the kids on their way shortly after they arrived, leaving you alone again with the sweet sound of silence in your room. Well, at least for a few minutes. 

Knock, knock, knock 

You had closed your door on purpose, hoping it would give the hint that you didn’t want people to come talk to you during your planning time, but the door meant absolutely nothing to the 3 ladies peeking in through your window, frantically ushering you to come open it for them. You should have known it was going to happen. 

“Hola, mijaaaaaaa.” Estelle greeting you with a smirking smile. The other two ladies snickered behind her. 

“Hi, you guys.” You responded as they made yourself at home at the large table you had at the front of your room. 

“Sooooo, how was the rest of your weekend?” Linda asked, raising her eyebrows at you. 

“It was good.” You responded, at least trying to make them work a little harder before you shared your news with them. 

“Cut to the chase, Mija. What happened with you and Javier?! We are dying to know. I tried to call, but Chucho is too good of a man to gossip with us, so we have been left high and dry since Saturday night.” Of course Maria would have no problem not beating around the bush to get the answers they needed. 

“We spent the rest of the weekend hanging out together. He offered to run errands with me on Sunday and we watched a movie before he left to go home last night. We had a really good time.” 

“How good of a time? There’s a very large gap between you leaving on Saturday and going shopping on Sunday.” Maria was invested in you two like a weeknight telenovela. The other two ladies shot her glaring looks, knowing she was the only one bold enough to ask the question. 

“Maria! Considering we’re inside an elementary school right now, I’m keeping it PG. We had a lot of fun, that’s all I will say.” 

“Fine, fine, fine.” 

You paused for a moment, blushing before dropping the next bit of information. “He um, he asked me to be his girlfriend too.” 

You blushed as the women shrieked in delight at the news. “No puedo creerlo!” (I can’t believe it) Estelle screeched. “Digame (tell me), how did it happen?” 

You knew they were about to have a field day with your answer. “Well, um, it actually kind of happened because of Lorriane.” 

Their faces went stone cold. They began whispering to each other in frantic Spanish. 

“Esa mujer está un punta loco…” (That woman is a crazy bitch…)

“Yo se, Maria, dèjala hablar!” (I know Maria, let the girl talk!) 

“Quiero saber qué pasó, shhh!” (I want to know what happened, shhh!) 

“Well, um, we were out shopping for a birthday present for my niece. Her and her family ended up being in front of us in line when we went to check out and she realized Javi was behind her. She asked who I was and before I could answer for myself, he introduced me as his girlfriend. She’s um… something.” 

The women paused before saying anything else. 

“Javi told me about what happened with them, don’t worry.” 

“If she said anything to you, mija, don’t let it bother you. That woman is ruthless.” 

“I know, I kinda picked that up after talking to her.” You grimaced your face. “But I guess I owe her a thank you because it really speeded up the whole him asking me out thing!” The ladies smiled again, recognizing your genuine happiness when talking about Javi. 

“We are so happy for you, mija. Really, you both deserve each other.” Linda chimed in. 

“So, are you going to see him again soon?” Estelle asked, prodding for more information. 

“Not until Thursday. He’s taking me out to celebrate the last day of school, we’re going to dinner and a movie.” 

The ladies swooned. “So sweet mjia. He’s already doing more for you than mí marido (husband) has ever done for me on the last day of school. He just looks at me and tells me he’s glad I’m not grumpy anymore.” 

“Yeah, it was really sweet of him. I’m really excited for it.” 

“Congrats, sweetheart. We really are so happy for you.” 

“Don’t think you’re escaping until August to give us an update. We know Chucho, his papá, will keep us up to speed.” Maria winked as the ladies started to get up out of their seats. “Well now that we know you have a busy day coming up, we’ll let you get back to packing.”

The ladies were almost out the door when Maria popped her head back in. “You tell Javi I’ll make good on my promise to him. He breaks your heart, I will run him over with his father’s tractor.” You snorted, picturing the tiny woman rage driving a heavy piece of machinery.  

“I wouldn’t put it past you Maria.” 

She smiled as she closed the door behind her. You stared around the contents of your room before picking up another box. You better pick up your packing speed. 

You practically collapsed as you opened the door to your apartment. Today had been a LONG day. You left for work at 7:00 AM, and were now finally returning home to your apartment at 7:50 PM. Whoever decided to cram every single end of the year activity into the last week of school needed to be seriously evaluated. Yesterday was the annual teachers vs. 5th graders kickball game as a way to celebrate before they were off to middle school, and tonight was the school music concert. The thought of having to go to the Alma Pierce Carnival tomorrow made you want to cry in exhaustion. Only two more days until Thursday. 

You disregarded your usual routine of neatly putting all of your things in their rightful home before doing anything else, opting to drop everything by the door in a pile and crawl your way to take a shower. Stripping your clothes and throwing them in the hamper, you turned on the shower and cranked up the heat. Waiting for the water to warm, you looked at Javi’s toothbrush, still sitting next to yours in the cup on your sink. Now finally having a second for your brain to turn off of school mode, the sight of Javi’s toothbrush flooded you with three different feelings all at once. 

You missed him like crazy 

You couldn’t wait to see what he had planned for Thursday 

You were hornier than a middle school boy on the brink of puberty 

After going so long without sex (at most, it had been 5 times in the past 2 plus years), you had almost written it off as an afterthought. That was until Saturday, when Javier Peña causally decided to blow your mind with the best sex of your entire life, on repeat. As you stepped into the shower, you pictured where Javi stood only a few days ago, his tanned, muscular, very naked body soaping you up in your favorite body wash. You spent the rest of your shower wishing he was the one scrubbing the shampoo and conditioner into your hair, imagining his hands would eventually travel out of your hair to somewhere else. 

You wrapped yourself up in your towel after emerging out of the shower, the sight of his toothbrush once again only making the ache between your legs more and more present. God, how bad did you have it that even his freakin’ toothbrush was making you horny?! Stupid magic hands and magic dick. 

As you went into your bedroom, you shuffled through the very back of your nightstand. Patting your hand around the back right corner you found what you were looking for.  Please let this thing be charged, it hasn’t even been used in god knows how long, you hoped, pulling the small bullet vibrator out of your drawer. Holding down the power button, you were relieved to hear the low hum vibrating in your hand. You laid down on your bed, head propped up on the pillows as you brought the vibrator between your legs. Running it up and down your clit, you could feel how wet you already were, wishing Javi was the one rubbing his thumb against your sensitive nerves, his thick fingers pressing inside you as- 

Ringggggg, ringggggg, ringggggg 

The phone ringing startled you so badly, you practically flung your vibrator across the room. Breathing heavily, you wrapped yourself back up in your towel and ran to the phone. Considering you and your mom always talked on Wednesdays and your brothers didn’t call unless you called them, it left one probable answer of who it could be. You tried to compose yourself as the phone rang a few more times, beet red and sweating from embarrassment that the person probably calling you was the one you were just thinking about with a vibrator between your legs. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey, Osita.” The low, sweet voice made your heart sing. 

“It’s good to hear your voice again. I missed you.” 

“Missed yours too. Sorry you didn’t call yesterday, Pops needed extra help after I got home from work yesterday. Are- are you okay?” 

“Me? Yeah, why?” You obviously weren’t doing a very good job of hiding how flustered you were. 

“You just… you sound like you’re out of breath?” 

“Oh, yeah, I um, I just got out of the shower.” It wasn’t a lie.

“You’re out of breath from getting out of the shower?” The thought of you wet and naked made Javi’s cock twitch. 

“No, well, um, not exactly.” You were glad Javi couldn’t see you from the other end of the phone as you facepalmed yourself, jumbling over your words. 

“What’s goin’ on Osita?” Javi spoke with a sneaking suspicion. He didn’t want to assume what he was thinking, but given what he had done to relieve himself in his shower earlier this morning, he couldn’t help but hope you had been just as riled up as he was. 

You let out an audible sigh. Before you could try and come up with an answer, Javi spoke again. 

“Osita, it’s okay. You can tell me.” You couldn’t even see him, but even picturing his sweet, brown, puppy dog eyes was enough to make you spill your secrets in an instant. God, could this man read your mind?! 

“Well, I don’t know, it’s dumb. I- I was in the shower and I was thinking about Sunday morning.” 

“And?” You could practically hear his smirk through the phone. 

“And I was thinking about you, in there, with me. How much I wished you were there” 

Javi had to bite down on his lip from letting out an audible groan. “I wish I was there too, baby. What else were you thinking about?” 

“How much I missed your hands. How much I wished they were touching me.” 

Bingo. There it was.

Javi dipped another toe into the water, getting the green light on his suspicions. “Yeah? Wished I was touching you? Were you touching yourself, baby? Thinking about me?” 

Your face was so flushed. You were already mentally making space on your gravestone for “Magic, sexy words” under dick and hands. “Yeah, I was.” You paused for a moment, feeling completely un-confident in yourself. “Sorry, this is so embarrassing, I don’t know why I’m telling you this.” 

“Baby, it’s not embarrassing, I promise. It’s fucking sexy, is what it is. I can’t stop thinking about this weekend either, Osita. Came so hard this morning thinking about you sucking my dick in the shower. Fuck, I wish it would have been you instead of my fuckin’ hand.” 

Oh shit. Were you about to do this?  

“Javi, I- fuck, I’ve never done this before, like, had phone sex.” The innocence in your voice had him hard as a rock. He knew for a fact after this weekend, you were not shy about sex. Fuck, you were the one that came on to him first. But the thought of you sitting in your bed, hand between your legs picturing him? That pushed him over the edge. 

“It’s okay, baby, we don’t have to if you-“ 

“No, I do. Fuck, I’m so horny for you.” 

“ Dirty fuckin’ girl. Take off your clothes, baby.” 

“Lucky for you, I’m fresh out the shower and already not wearing any.” Your little giggle on the other end had him palming at his jeans. He quickly got up to double check his door was locked, thanking whatever higher power was up there that his dad was still out working. 

“Go lie down on your bed for me.” Grabbing your phone, you brought it to your room, and sat propped up against your pillows. 

“O-Okay, now what?” He could tell you were still nervous, a stark contrast from the confident and bold woman he usually saw.

“Relax, baby. It’s okay. I’ll take care of you. You trust me?” 

“Yeah. I do.” He knew you meant it. 

“Okay, hermosa. Tell me how you’d want me baby. Tell me what you’d want me to do to you if I was there.” The low rasp of his voice through the phone had you shuttering. 

“Fuck. I’d want you to kiss down my neck. Kiss every fucking inch of me.” The words began to spill out of you. “I’d want you to touch me. Put your fingers in me. Your hands are so big, they feel so good.” 

“Touch yourself, Osita. Feel how fucking wet you are for me.” You set the phone next to you, pressing the speaker button, freeing both your hands. Slowly, you dipped a finger inside you, diving in and out of your entrance, the other hand slowly rubbing over your clit. It felt like nothing compared to Javi’s hands, slowly adding a second finger inside you to imitate the pleasure he had given you this weekend. He could hear your soft moans through the other end of the phone, causing him to undo his belt, and slide his pants down far enough he could free his aching cock, already hard from your sounds alone. 

“It feels so good, Javi. Fuck I wish it was you inside me.” 

He spit on his hand as he began stroking himself, nestling his phone between his chin and his shoulder. His breathy groans traveled through the phone. 

“You touching yourself too?” 

“Fuck, hermosa. The thought of you touching yourself has me so fucking hard. Yeah, baby, I am.” 

“I wish I could suck your dick like I did on Sunday. You tasted so good, loved feeling you down my throat.” 

“Wish I could taste you too. Pussy tastes so fucking sweet. Fuck, I’d spend hours in between your legs making you scream my name as many times as I could.” 

That was an offer you would definitely take him up on. 

The pace of both your hands became more rapid, both of you so worked up from your conversation. 

“Fuck. Javi, I want you to fuck me so bad. Your dick feels so good.” 

“Want me to fuck you, hermosa? Want me to bend you over, fuck you over your dresser so you can watch in your mirror how fuckin’ gorgeous you are when I make you come? Watch your pretty face when I fuck you full of me?” 

Yes please. 

Javi’s words had you losing your mind, the rubbing of your clit getting faster and faster, the wet  sounds of your fingers in and out of your pussy filling the room. If you weren’t close before, the image that Javi had just planted in your head had you right on the edge.

“Javi- holy shit, fuck fuck, baby, I’m gonna-” the whimpers of your orgasm had Javi groaning, his hand wrapping tighter around his cock, imagining it was your cunt clenching down on him as you came. 

“Such a good fucking girl, Osita. Fuck baby, I’m gonna come too.” Over your panting, you heard Javi muttering your name as he climaxed, the both of you breathing heavily. 

There was silence for a few moments before you spoke. 

“Javi, holy shit.” You laughed, shocked and thrilled by what you two had just done. 

“Jesus Christ, Osita, I was just trying to call and ask about Thursday but this was a lot fucking better.” His voice still breathy, coming down from his high. 

“Well I still wanna talk about Thursday, it’s the only thing getting me through this week, although this was helpful, to say the least.” 

“Believe me, me too. Lemme just clean myself up really quick. Be right back.” 

There was a grin across your face so wide, it hurt your cheeks. You waited patiently on the other end, Javi quickly coming back. 

“You still there, Osita?”  

“Yes sir.” You replied in an obnoxious voice. 

“Weirdo.” 

“Oh shhh, you love it.” 

Fuck. There it was again. That stupid word. He knew you didn’t mean anything by it right? Did you mean anything by it? Even if you did, there’s no way in hell you’d admit that to yourself so soon. Right? You frantically responded before he could say anything. 

“Anyways, sorry for my incredibly horny tangent, what are you thinking for Thursday?” 

“All good, hermosa, well worth it. What time are you done with work on Thursday?” 

“I’ll probably be home at 4:15? The kids are only there in the morning so I just have to finish packing up my room and then I can go!” 

“Can I pick you up around 5:30? I was gonna make dinner reservations at 6:00.” 

“Do I get to ask what dinner is?” 

“You don’t do well with surprises, do you?” He chuckled. 

“How’d you guess?” 

“Just had a feeling. If you really want to know, I’ll tell you.” 

“No, I won’t ruin the surprise, that’s no fun. I was gonna let you have full reign on the movie we go see. You made a fantastic pick on Sunday, figured it would be fun for you to pick again.” 

“Do you want that to be a surprise too?” 

“Absolutely. I trust you.” He smiled, the phrase you had already used twice making his heart skip a beat. There was a brief pause before he spoke again, his voice a little more nervous than before. 

“Is it uh, okay if I bring stuff to spend the night? That way I can just go in to work from your place?” 

You bit down on your lip to try and contain your excitement. “I would be disappointed if you didn’t.” 

“Me too.” In the background of Javi’s phone, you could hear a faint voice in the distance yelling out to him. Holding his hand over the receiver, you heard him faintly yell “What, Pops? I’m on the phone.” Followed by a muffled, “stupid fucking horse…” 

“Hey Osita?” His voice once again full volume, trying to restrain his annoyance. “I’m really sorry, I have to go. My dad just came in and told me one of the horses got out again and it's a two man job to wrangle him back in.” 

“It’s okay, have fun horse wrangling, I hope he isn’t too much of a pain in the butt.” You giggled, imagining how grumpy Javi would look trying to fight with this horse. 

“Símon is the biggest pain in the ass I’ve ever met.” 

“Glad someone else gets to take the title besides me. I’ll make sure to give him extra carrots when I meet him.” 

“Won’t do you any good, bastard hates everyone. I’ll see you on Thursday, Osita.” 

“Bye Javi, see you on Thursday.” 

“Bye.” 

The line on the other end clicked, leaving you laying on your bed and smiling at your ceiling. You rolled over, now facing the dresser and mirror on the other side of your room, the image of Javi’s filthy words from earlier seeping into your brain. You would never look at your dresser the same. Thursday couldn’t come fast enough. 

Javi had never really been nervous when it came to women. Even from a young age, he was confident in himself and his abilities to flirt, pick up girls, and show them a good time. Hell, half his reputation from his time in the DEA was trying to put the moves on any halfway decent looking woman as a way to fight the tension and stress of his job. Javier Peña knew he had a way with women. What absolutely terrified him, was trying to date one. Regretfully, Javi didn’t have enough fingers or toes to count how many women he had slept with over the years. He could, however, count how many women he had dated on one hand, and only needed 2 fingers. Lorraine Doogan, and you. He’d taken women on dates- the occasional movie, dinner, drinks at the bar, but the idea of dating someone with the hope to keep them around for as long as he could? That scared the shit out of him. 

Javi had been a nervous mess all of Thursday. He called to double check your reservation time at dinner, made sure he had an outfit to change into in his car, and spent way longer than usual getting ready this morning. The thing was, Javi knew you liked him. Fuck, you were his girlfriend. But this wasn’t hanging out at your apartment like you had done this weekend, he wanted to do something special for you to show how much he really cared.

Around 12:30, he found his co-workers sitting around their desks chatting and eating lunch when Javi stopped by, taking a break from his morning of doing nothing, too distracted by tonight to focus. 

“Hey, just so you idiots know, I gotta head out early today. Carter, can you finish up that Guadalajara report and give it to Morris before you leave?” Javi came out of his office to see Agent Miller and Carter staring at him with confusion, their mouths still half full of food. Javi never once had left early in the time that he had worked there. If anything, he was there after everyone had left. Ever since last week, Carter and Miller had noticed that Javier had been in a surprisingly better mood than normal. They had seen him smile, not once but multiple times, and had even said good morning to both of them, several days in a row. 

“Uh, yeah, sure Peña. Where ya going? Gotta hot date?” Carter meant it as a joke, but Javi’s lack of witty response and embarrassment on his face left him with an open door to ask the question.

 “Holy shit, you gotta date don’t you?!” 

Javi didn’t say anything, just ran his hand over the bridge of his nose. 

“He’s gotta fuckin’ date tonight, Carter!” Miller responded, outstretching his hand to high-five Javi. “My man!” Javi glared at the hand held high towards him before Miller quickly got the hint to get it out of his face. 

Javi let out a deep breath. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell people about you. He really did. He was so happy you were his. He just knew that these two buffoons were about to give him ten pounds of shit when they found out you were the person he was going on a date with. “Yeah, I’m going on a fucking date, okay? Happy?” 

“Shit, no wonder you’ve been in such a good mood for the past week, Peña. Who is it? How’d you meet her?” Carter stretched back in his chair, completely invested in any information Javi was willing to share. More silence. Javi put his hands on his hips and let out another deep breath. Before he could get out any words, it was like the gears had been turning and a lightbulb had gone off in Miller’s brain, filling him with absolute glee. 

“Carter… you said Peña’s been in a good mood for what now, a week?” Miller smirked. 

“Yeah, why?” Clearly, he was not catching on. 

“How long ago did he go in to do the presentation at the elementary school?” Miller’s grin widening, hoping it wouldn’t take Carter too much longer for him to understand his question. 

“Fuck, I don’t know, like a week ago-” He paused before his face lit up, even giddier than Miller’s. “OH SHIT. IT’S THE HOT TEACHER ISN’T IT?! YOU LUCKY SON OF A BITCH.” Miller and Carter were now playfully swatting at each other in shock over the news. 

There was no point in trying to deny it. Javi figured he might as well bite the bullet on this one. 

“Yeah, it is. Again, she’s got a fuckin’ name okay?” 

“I can’t believe it. Damn, she must really like you, Peña. The other teachers practically chased us away when we went to try and talk to her.” While he hated the thought of his idiot co-workers harassing you week after week, it did fill him with a little pride knowing he was the only one you were ever interested in. 

“You dirty dog. This the first time you’re seeing her since then?” 

Javi met every question with more silence. He wasn’t sure why he felt the need to disclose any information to them, but their persistence in getting you to Alma Pierce last Wednesday was the reason you found yourself in this situation. 

“No way. You’ve already seen her already, haven’t you? And she still wants to see you again? Damn. Good for you, Peña.” 

“So what are you two doing for this date tonight? Besides hopefully getting laid?” Carter and Miller high-fived each other. 

Was that part of Javi’s plan tonight? Absolutely. He wanted to fuck you until you couldn’t walk, and once he was done, he wanted to do it again. But the jealous and possessive part of his brain lit up hearing other people talk about you in that way. 

“Don’t fucking talk about her like that or I will snap both your fucking necks, understood?” Javi’s voice was stern and commanding, making Carter and Miller rapidly nod their heads in unison, knowing that if Javi really wanted to, he would. 

“Understood man.” 

“Yeah, sorry.” 

The two men stared sheepishly at each other. Javi took another deep breath before composing himself and focusing his gaze back on Carter. 

“Guadalajara report on Morris’s desk by the time I get in tomorrow, got it?” 

“Will do, boss.” Carter barely made eye contact with him. Javi nodded before turning around, heading back into his office and closing the door. 

Peeking his head around the corner to make sure Javi’s door was all the way shut, Miller leaned back over to Carter for one last remark. 

“They’ve gotta be fucking already, right?” 

“Oh yeah. That’s the face of a man who’s happy and gettin’ laid.” 

“Lucky bastard.” 

“You can say that again.” 

You were shocked at how smoothly your Thursday was going. Your class had lots of fun at their class party, showering you with plenty of hugs and goodbyes on their last day. With your efficiency and determination to pack up your classroom, everything was labeled and put away by 2:45, leaving you with plenty of time to say goodbye to your co-workers before heading out early. 

Remembering Saturday’s disaster of trying to pick out an outfit, you had spent the whole week trying on potential choices to not leave yourself a frantic mess today. You had settled on a peach colored dress with small white flowers, having a feeling that Javi would like it just as much as the one you wore on Saturday. You had plenty of time to get ready, taking more time than usual to do your hair and makeup and try on your outfit one last time. By the time you were all ready to go, it still wasn’t even 5 yet, leaving you with enough time to do a brief clean (even though you had made your apartment spotless enough it would have passed a health inspection test) and turn on SportsCenter for a little as you anxiously awaited Javi’s arrival.  

At 5:25, you heard a knock at your door, practically sprinting up off the couch to greet him. As you opened your door, his tall, handsome frame filled the doorway. He was in a navy blue button down, its short sleeves fitting deliciously over his biceps, with a pair of tight, dark washed jeans. In his hands, he held a bouquet of sunflowers, but looked like he was practically about to drop them when he saw you answer the door. 

“Osita, you look… beautiful.” His jaw was already half slack as his eyes ran their way up and down your frame, taking in every detail about you. 

“Thanks, Javi. You don’t look half bad yourself. You blushed as you tried to contain your grin. 

“These are for you.” He outstretched his hand, passing the bright yellow flowers over to you. 

“Phew, thank god, I was worried that you just wanted to carry them around all night for fun. Thank you, Javi. They’re beautiful.” Carefully placing them on your entryway table. You stared up at Javi, his lip darting around his bottom lip, practically undressing you with his eyes. You grabbed him by his shirt collar, pulling him through the doorway, your mouths meeting in an electric kiss. He reached down to grab behind your head, pulling you closer into him his tongue danced along your open mouth. God, you had missed him. The scent of his cologne and minty breath overwhelmed your senses, as you leaned further into him, his other arm wrapping around your waist as he reluctantly pulled back from your kiss. 

“Wow. Definitely missed that.” You smiled up at him, your heart pounding as you caught your breath. 

“Fuck, me too. I missed you, Osita.” His sweet brown eyes stared down at you, a smile growing under his mustache. 

This man had been in your presence for less than a minute, and you could already feel an ache growing between your legs. His kiss had you begging for more. 

“What time is it? You said our reservation is at 6:00, right?” You asked, glancing down at Javi’s watch as you bit down on your lip and reached up to give him a kiss on his neck. It was clear to both of you why you had asked the question. You knew how riled up you both were given the phone call you had just 2 days before, and having gone 5 days without him, you were really holding it together to not jump all over him.  

“Hermosa… Fuck. I can’t believe I’m gonna say this.” He took a step back from you, causing you to cross your arms and raise an eyebrow. “Baby, if we don’t leave your apartment now, we’re not fucking leaving. I meant what I said on the phone. Osita, I’ve spent every goddamn day this week thinking about this, but I really want to take you out to celebrate, you deserve it.” 

It took every ounce of you not to protest. He looked so good that you would have fucked him right there on the floor next to your shoe rack. But he was right, he had worked so hard to plan whatever you two were doing tonight. He cared about you. He wanted to make sure you knew that you were worth celebrating. No one had ever cared about you this much. 

“You’re really sweet, Jav. Thank you. Although with how fucking hot you look and the fact that you pretty much eye fucked me from the moment you walked through the door, this is about to be a a battle of iron wills, and right now my will power is about the strength of a limp noodle.” You both laughed, trying to regain your composure. Smirking, you looked at him to give him a proposition. 

“I bet you 5 dollars.” 

“You bet me 5 dollars, that what, Osita?” He chuckled, shaking his head at you. 

“I bet you 5 dollars that you break before I do. I don’t think you can make it through the night. Not with the way your eyes are still trying to undress me.” 

“You sure? You were the one practically crawling all over me as soon as I walked through the door.” He crossed his arms to mirror yours, enjoying the prospect of your competition. 

“I may be stubborn, but I got all the patience in the world, Peña. And I don’t like to lose.” You shrugged and winked at him, giving a playful raise of your eyebrows. 

You drove him absolutely fucking crazy. 

Leaning down, he pulled you in to kiss you again, even more intense than the one you had just shared. Your tongues and teeth clashed, making you moan between your connected mouths, before suddenly pulling away and grabbing his keys, dangling them in your breathless face. 

He looked at you with a devilish grin. “You’re on baby. You ready to go?” 

“What?! That’s not fair, you can’t just kiss me like that and expect me to function normally!” 

“Never said it wasn’t part of the rules. Two can play at this game.” He leaned back down into your ear, his mustache tickling your neck as the low rasp of his voice serenaded you. “Besides, Osita, like you said, you have all the patience in the world, right?” 

“Javier I don’t know your middle name Peña, I swear to God, you really are trying to kill me.” You both laughed as you grabbed your purse and began to put on your shoes. 

“Jesús. Javier Jesús Peña. 

Something about him saying his name made you smile. Maybe it’s because his name was yours. “Cute. Good to know, in case of emergencies, such as times like these. Alright, I’m ready, and I’m making space in my wallet to be 5 dollars richer tonight.” 

As Javi opened his passenger side car door for you, you basked in the warm familiarity of sitting next to him while he drove. While his car was already neat, you could tell he must have gone through and cleaned in since Sunday. After he backed out of your apartment’s parking lot and you two headed on your way, his free hand almost immediately found its way to the skin of your thigh exposed under your dress, giving it a slight squeeze before tracing his fingers up and down your leg. 

“Music?” He looked at you, smiling, reminiscing on your last drives’ sing a long. 

“You don’t just want to listen to the Grease Soundtrack on repeat every time we drive?” You giggled as you reached into his glove box, shuffling back through the CD’s, noticing a new one that definitely wasn’t there this weekend. You quickly pulled it out, showing it to Javi. 

“This one wasn’t here on Sunday?” You looked surprised by the Queen’s Greatest Hits disc you now had in your hand. 

“Oh yeah, well you said they were your favorite band. I don’t know a ton of music by them, but figured you may want to listen to them if we’re driving.” He tried to play it off casually. You didn’t need to know that he drove to not one, but two stores after work this week to find that CD for you. 

“Wait did you- Did you get this just for me?” Your surprise was so genuine. Not only did he care enough to even remember your favorite band, he went out and got you a CD so you could listen to it in his car while you drove together? You couldn’t have been more thankful to have been stopped at a red light as you leaned over the center console, grabbing the side of his face to pull him in for a kiss. You only released him as you watch your peripheral vision turn from red to green. You both pulled back with smiles on your faces, Javi putting an even tighter grasp around your leg. 

“Play it. You’re in charge of music tonight, Osita.” 

“Figured you needed to let me be in charge of at least something, huh?” You rolled your eyes and snickered under your breath as you pushed the CD in and pressed play, the beat of Another One Bites the Dust thumping through the speakers 

“This song is dedicated to you after you lose our bet tonight.” 

“You weren’t kidding when you said you don’t like to lose, huh Osita? 

“I will admit being overly competitive is one of my biggest character flaws. Growing up with 3 older brothers who all played sports will do that to ya. I always wanted to play with them, and they wouldn’t let me play unless I proved I was good enough, so instead of crying about it, I just practiced to try and make myself better than them.” 

Javi couldn’t have been less surprised. Given your stubbornness, there were few things he’d put past you.

 “Did you play any sports as a kid?” You asked curiously. 

“I did swimming and some baseball. Always liked swimming more. Parents would call me el pez. (fish) They would always tell me that they’d have to drag me out of the water whenever we went to the pool or beach. Swam in college a little too, but was never super serious about it. What about you? I’m gonna assume yes.” 

“My brothers played everything, so yes, I’ve pretty much tried every sport under the sun at some point. Hockey was always my favorite though.” 

“I’m gonna be real honest with you, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a hockey game in my entire life.” 

“That’s criminal. Well considering you’re from southern Texas, it makes sense that a game involving ice isn’t very popular. Did you know Texas has an NHL team?” 

“Wait, actually?” 

“Yeah, actually. I don’t think anyone in Texas knows you do. The Dallas Stars. They were actually pretty good this year. Lost in the first round of the playoffs like the Blackhawks did, so now my only hope is that the Red Wings lose but it physically hurts me to say that I think they’re gonna win it all this year.” 

Javi nodded, trying his best to follow along even though he had absolutely no idea what you were talking about. Embarrassed with your rambling, you quickly retracted. “Sorry, I know you don’t really care about any of that.” 

“You care about it, which means I’ll try my best to learn, Ostia.” 

Your eyes shifted up from your lap where they had been staring to meet Javi’s gaze, soft and genuine. It shouldn’t have surprised you, but the feeling of knowing he actually cared never ceased to amaze you.

“Okay. All you need to know for the sake of this conversation is Blackhawks- good, Red Wings- bad.” 

“Easy enough. I can remember that.” He winked at you before reaching to grab your hand and lock it with his. 

You spent the last few minutes of your car ride in a comforting silence, Queen quietly playing in the background as you watched the sky slowly melt into a pink and orange sunset. 

As you pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, you looked at the sign above the entrance reading “Andiamos on Main.” You’d never been here before, but you felt like the name sounded familiar from hearing your co-workers who had gone on anniversaries, birthday dinners or big events to celebrate. 

“Javi, this place is supposed to be really nice.” 

“I know.” 

“Like, people come here for birthdays and anniversaries and special things that only happen once a year.” 

“You only finish school once a year, too. You’re special to me, Osita. You deserve it.” 

“But I-"

“I’m not letting you argue with me on this one, baby. Please.” 

As much as you wanted to, how could you argue with his sweet face, staring at you with his pleading brown eyes? You would have been thankful for him to have gotten you sandwiches again, let alone take you somewhere nice and insist you deserve it. 

“Fine. Thank you, Javi. This is the nicest thing someone has done for me in a long time.” 

“You deserve it, Osita. I’ll keep saying it until you believe me.” 

He leaned over to give you a quick kiss before turning off the engine of the car and quickly unbuckling himself so he could walk around the car and open the passenger door for you. 

“Ready to eat?” 

“Javi, there will be very few times in life where that answer will be no.” 

When you walked into the restaurant, your suspicions were confirmed. This place was nice. The space was dimly lit with soft piano playing in the background, filled with other couples and large groups, all dressed nicely and casually chatting. You were surprised how busy the restaurant was as Javi took your hand to lead you through the small crowd in front of the hostess stand. 

“Hi, how can I help you two?” The woman at the front asked as you two approached her.

“Hi, I have a reservation at 6:00. Should be under Peña.” 

“Alright, let me just check real quick and then we’ll get you seated!” You watched as her fingers flicked through the notebook she had in front of her, a concerned look creeping up her face as she began to back track and flip through previous pages. 

“You said Peña at 6:00, tonight, correct?” 

“Mhhmm.” He nodded, also starting to look concerned by her confusion. 

“I’m very sorry, Mr. Peña, it looks like your reservation was for yesterday at 6:00 PM.” 

Javi may have looked worse than he did when you had run into Lorraine a few days ago. “Wait, I uh-, it should be for today. It’s for June 3rd? The 3rd at 6:00 PM?” 

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Peña. The 3rd was yesterday. Today is the 4th.” 

You could feel the panic shedding from his body. The hand that was holding yours now started to become sweaty. The look on Javi’s face was sheer terror. “No, today’s the 3rd? Today’s the 3rd, right?” He looked frantically back and forth between you and the hostess before she flipped her notebook around to face you both, accompanied by her digital watch. In scratch writing under June 3rd, sat “Peña, party of 2, 6:00 PM.” And on her watch read “Thursday, June 4th.” 

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…”  he muttered himself underneath his breath, trying to keep his composure. “Are there any seats left? Anything at the bar, even?” Part of him already knew the answer, but was desperate to not give up yet. 

“Well, we have a corporate event tonight so it’s extra busy. Right now there’s at least a 2 hour wait, and that’s being generous, and no seating at the bar. Again, so sorry for the confusion.” 

He stood frozen in shock. He wanted to scream at himself. How could he have fucked this up? The guilt and panic flooded over him, leaving him speechless. He tried so hard to rebuttal- think of something, ANYTHING. Stuck in his chaotic train of thought, he felt your hand rub over his arm and heard your sweet voice. 

“That’s okay! Thank you for checking! Mistakes happen, not a big deal at all. Come on, Jav, let’s go!” This time, you were the one leading him back through the crowd, him, following you helplessly, trying to think of anything to say. As you finally exited through the doors, the golden sunset shining down into the parking lot, Javi grabbed down tightly on your hand, stopping in his tracks. 

“Fuck, Osita. Fuck, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I fucked this up. I could have fucking swore today was the 3rd. I’m such a fucking idiot I-“ 

“Javi.” 

He stopped. He wasn’t sure what to expect. Were you mad? Angry? Going to agree with him and tell him that he was a fucking idiot? He wouldn’t have blamed you if you did. 

“Do you know how many times I took my class to gym on the wrong day when I first started at Alma Pierce?” 

He looked at you blankly. It was almost like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

“A lot. It took me a month and a half. I could have sworn they went to gym every Monday from 2:00-3:00, and at 1:55 every Monday, I would March them down to the gym for Mr. Luíz to tell me I had gym tomorrow from 2:00-3:00. It literally took me having to write it on my hand each Monday- don’t go to gym! For me to finally remember. It’s okay, Javi. I know you’re gonna beat yourself up about this. Please, please don’t. The fact that you even wanted to do something this nice for me is more than enough. I don’t care where we go, if I get to spend time with you, then I’m happy.”  

If I’m with you, then I’m happy. The words danced around his brain, trying to make sure he was comprehending what he had just heard. He had completely fucked up your plans and not only did you not care, you were happy? He was the reason you were happy? That was a sentence he was positive he had never heard before. 

You stepped into him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you gazed into his eyes, still pooling with panic. “I like you, Javi. I like you a lot. You could have taken me to go get hot dogs from the gas station and I would have been excited. Maybe not excited for what they would have done to me after I ate them, but if I got to do it with you, I wouldn’t have cared.” He let out a small huff under his breath, half a smile creeping across his somber face. “There are plenty of places for us to eat, we still have a movie to go see, and when we get back, I am so horny I think I could spontaneously combust.” It relieved you to see the smile grow wider, a genuine laugh now coming out of him. “Promise me.” 

“Promise you what, Osita?” 

“Promise me you won’t beat yourself up over this.” 

“Baby, I-“ 

“Promise me, Javier Jesús Peña. Or I will beat you up enough for the both of us” you poked your finger into his chest, playfully. 

“Promise.” He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head, savoring the sweet and familiar smell of your shampoo as his nose met your hair. “Going full name on me, huh?” 

“Told you, it was good to know in case of emergencies.” You laughed as he shook you, wrapped in the broadness of his arms. “There’s a diner down the road we passed on the way in, I could definitely eat a whole mess of pancakes right now.” 

“You weren’t kidding when you said you liked breakfast.” 

“I don’t joke when it comes to breakfast, Peña” you winked before you stretched up to peck him on the lips. “Let’s go.” You reached to grab his hand, leading him back to his truck. Trailing behind your lead, he soaked up every ounce of the image of you. An image he’d never get sick of. 

You didn’t even bother looking at the menu as you picked a booth in the back corner of the small diner down the street. Javi ordered a sandwich while you shamelessly ordered a stack of blueberry pancakes with whip cream on top. You could tell Javi was still upset with himself, staying relatively quiet since you two had unexpectedly changed your plans. You had a feeling there wasn’t much you could say at this point that would make him feel any less guilty- you would have felt the same way. Looking for a way to get him out of his head, you pulled out a kids menu and a wrapped pack of crayons tucked behind the condiments at your table, scribbling on it before sliding across the table to Javi. 

“Hangman?” Javi looked at you, chuckling. 

“We don’t have to play if you don’t want to, just thought it could be fun. Figured this was better than me coming across the booth to beat you up because I can tell you’re still mad at yourself.” 

This set off a more genuine laughter from him, shaking his head as he crossed his arms and leaned back in the booth. “I don’t know, Osita, after you told me you used to play hockey, you’ve got me a little nervous that you could take me out.” You both snickered at the idea of you trying to take down Javi. “Sure, let’s play.” 

“P?” He questioned, staring down at the dashed lines. 

“P? That’s what you’re gonna start with?” You drew a circle for the head.

“What’s wrong with P?” 

“Vowels first! Makes it way easier!” 

“Sorry, I don’t think I’ve played hangman since I was in elementary school.” 

“Which is why I’m an expert, seeing that I’m in an elementary school practically every day. Next guess.” 

“E?” 

“See, there you go!” You marked down several spots after Javi’s guess. 

“Okay, how about M?” 

“That doesn’t mean stop guessing vowels, dummy. But yes, lucky for you there is an M.” You laughed as Javi continued guessing letters and began eating as your food arrived. Through a bite full of your pancakes you gave Javi a dumbfounded look. 

“Javi… you seriously don’t know what it says? You can go hunt down drug lords in South America but hangman on a kids menu at a diner is what’s gonna do you in?” You both snorted as Javi tried to defend himself. 

“Osita, those are two completely different things.” 

“Well I’m not gonna lie Javi, one seems significantly easier than the other.” 

“Fine, I’ll guess. What movie are we seeing?” 

“Great work, detective.” You remarked sarcastically. 

“Gimme that.” He said, snatching the paper from you as he began to draw his own lines. “Your turn.” 

“Okay, thank goodness, I was worried we were going to miss the movie with how long it was taking you to guess. I'm starting with A.” 

Javi begrudgingly noted down some letters. You continued guessing, quickly filling up the lines until you had figured out the clue. 

“Oh, Jurassic Park! I’ve been wanting to see that! Have you seen the first one?” 

“Jesus, that was fast. No, but I figured it would be one you’d like. 

“I was secretly hoping you’d pick that one, so one point for you, Javier Peña.” You winked at him as you took a final bite of your pancakes. “I know this wasn’t the dinner you had planned, but it was still really good. And we still have a movie to go see and plenty of movie snacks to eat. You ready to go?” Javi smiled at you, nodding, still in disbelief how content you were with how things were going.

Your waiter came around to collect your plates and give you the bill, Javi insisting on paying, despite your attempt to physically try to open his hand and put cash in it. As you made your way out to the car, you reached down to grab his hand, embracing the familiarity of your fingers interlocking, his grasp engulfing yours. Your drive to the movie theater included several more tracks of Queen sing alongs, Javi’s favorite notably being your enthusiastic rendition of Don’t Stop Me Now. With the windows slightly rolled down, the wind blew through your hair, a smile stretched across your face. You were so wrapped up in singing, you hadn’t noticed Javi’s eyes locked on you, completely enamored by your presence. Part of him just wanted to say fuck it to the movie. Instead, take you back to your apartment, fuck, to have you in his truck and show you how thankful he was for you. 

As you pulled into the movie theater, you noticed that Javi had parked in a far back corner, a sizable walk from the front entrance. Before you could ask anything, his mouth was crashing into yours, running his hand through the hair on the back of your head, pulling you closer in. His other hand snaked under the hem of your dress, rubbing along your thigh before reaching under your underwear, his fingers grazing along your entrance.  Your hand mirrored, reaching across to grab his face, before planting kisses along his, working your way up to his ear. As much as you wanted to say nothing, you knew you at least had to tease him a little. You could hear his heavy breaths as you bit at his earlobe and whispered. 

“You owe me 5 dollars.” 

He pulled back, shaking his head, his breathing still labored. “Jesus Christ. You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” 

You leaned back in, planting another kiss on his neck before pulling back. “I told you, I don’t lose.” You winked before giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Tell ya what, because I’m such a gracious winner, I’ll donate my 5 dollars towards buying our movie snacks, okay?” 

“Doesn’t that defeat the whole bet?” He laughed at you. 

“Well I needed to find a way to let you get me to buy something on our date so you don’t pay for anything, and I figured you can’t argue with me if I use my winnings from our bet.” 

“Fair enough.” He sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing. 

“Thank you. You ready to go watch some dinosaurs?” You nudged him before hopping out of the passenger’s side door. Javi sat there for a moment, regaining his composure before following beside you into the theater, his hand now taking its familiar spot locked in yours. 

Javi couldn’t remember the last time he had been in a movie theater. He hadn’t gone in Colombia, probably making it close to a decade since stepping foot into one. Once Javi had told you how long it had been, you wanted to make sure you did everything you could to make it the best experience possible for him. After getting your tickets, you made your way to concessions, getting much more than your 5 dollar bet’s worth of snacks.

“Do you really think we need this much?” Javi asked, now carrying the frozen Coke and M&M’s you had handed him, you carrying a large popcorn. 

“Well first of all, you haven’t been to the movies in forever, so I want you to get the full movie snacking experience. Second, you ate two full bags of popcorn by yourself when we watched Star Wars, so I’m honestly worried this isn’t enough.” Mentally noting that Javi had already had 3 handfuls of M&M’s on your way to your seats. 

You were thankful that you were able to find two seats in the top middle of the theater, considering how crowded it was. You could feel a shift in his demeanor, like he was uneasy with how many people filled the room, constantly scanning back and forth. It wasn’t that Javi minded crowds, it was what could happen in a crowd if something went wrong that made him anxious. He had seen it first hand, and knew how poorly it could end. He hadn’t been somewhere this crowded in a long time, but with his instincts kicking in to overdrive, he could feel himself starting to panic at his current state. 

“Hey, you okay?” 

“Uh yeah, um, I’m fine, it’s just, um-“ 

You patted the seat next to you, ushering Javi to sit down. Once he did, you reached over to grab his hand and squeeze it and rest your head on his shoulder. You had seen this happen before with your brothers, especially your oldest, after he returned back from his first tour of active duty. While you could never truly understand how it felt, the last thing you wanted to do was make Javi feel like you weren’t there for him. “It’s okay. It’s more crowded than I would have thought too. We can stay here or if you need to move or go outside for a little we can do that too. Whatever you need.” You could feel a little of his tension ease as he kissed the top of your head. 

“No, I’m okay, thanks, Osita.” He felt a wave of relief wash over him that some way or another, you just seemed to know what he needed to snap him out of his funk.

“Okay. Just let me know if you need anything. I promise I’ll keep you safe from the dinosaurs.” You giggled while you looked up at him, Javi giving you a playful shake as he moved his arm to wrap over your shoulder, his thumb stroking back and forth across your skin as the lights lowered and previews started. 

As the movie is played, you found Javi’s hand somewhere on your body at all times. Holding your hand, wrapped around you, rubbing your leg, even playing with your hair as you rested your head against the width of his strong shoulders. The other hand was either in the popcorn or reaching down to eat the rest of the M&M’s. Javi really couldn’t have told you what was happening on screen, his eyes had barely left you, watching every reaction to what was happening. He was soaking in every moment, noticing when you laughed, excitedly poking him when something big happened, trying to fill him in so he wasn’t lost on what was happening. He was surprised when you let out a little shriek and grabbed on to him as one of the dinosaurs popped out on screen, even though you insisted that you weren’t scared, just weren’t expecting it. As the movie ended and credits began rolling, you looked over to already find Javi looking at you.

“So, what’d ya think? Good first movie theater experience?” 

“It was great, Osita.” 

“Good, I’m glad. Enjoy your snacks?” You laughed, looking at how the popcorn and M&M’s were completely gone, the frozen Coke only filled with a few sips worth left. 

“Oh shit, yeah, uh sorry…” realizing that he had pretty much eaten everything, oblivious to everything that wasn’t you. 

“It’s okay. I figured given what happened with the last movie we watched. You haven’t been to the movies in who knows how long, I wanted to make sure you got everything you wanted.” Javi wasn’t sure how you did it, but everything you did and said had him falling harder and harder for you. You were everything he wanted. You hadn’t cared when he fucked up the dinner reservations, you wanted to make sure he had fun at the movies, all you wanted was to be with him. Leaning over, he grabbed your face with both hands, engulfing you in a long, deep kiss. He didn’t care if people stared, in fact, he hoped they did. He hoped they’d see how lucky he was that you were his. 

“Wow. What was that for? Not that I’m complaining or anything.” You smirked, pulling away from his grasp. 

He knew it. He knew he couldn’t say it, but he knew it. He settled for what he could say instead. 

“I really like you, Osita. I like you a lot. Thank you for tonight. I, um… I, just, thank you.” 

“Javi, what are you thanking me for? I should be the one thanking you. You’re the one who wanted to do all of this for me. I really like you too, thank you for making tonight so special.”

Kissing the top of your head, he bent down to whisper in your ear. “Tonight’s not over yet, Osita. This isn’t the only part of our date I’m about to make special for you, baby.” He couldn’t help himself. He had spent the whole movie thinking about sneaking his hands further and further up your dress, how perfect you were, blissed out and moaning his name as he was inside you. 

“Jesus, Javi.” You shook your head, speechless. “I don't know what the hell we’re still doing standing here then. I’ll Tyrannosaurus Rex my way through this crowd for you to get me back home ASAP.” He laughed as you grabbed his hand leading him down the stairs and through the crowded lobby back to his car. 

The sexual tension in his car on the drive home was so thick, you would have needed a chainsaw to cut through it. You had both agreed, unlike Sunday, you would both have enough self control to make it back to your apartment, but with the way Javi was staring at you, and how dangerously close his hands were getting under your dress, the prospect of making it another 10 minutes home seemed practically impossible. When you finally reached the parking lot of your apartment, you practically threw yourself out of the car as you and Javi stumbled up the stairway, bodies crashing into one another as your mouths met furiously, hands frantically roaming over each other's bodies. You had no idea how you were able to get out your key and open your door as Javi’s chest pressed into your back, kissing your neck as your hands shakily unlocked your entrance to your apartment. The moment the door closed behind you, your clothes both quickly were shed, leaving a trail of items to your bedroom. Your bodies banged along the hallway as you shuffled your way to the bedroom, your mouths never leaving one another’s. Javi practically threw you onto your bed before shuffling his boxers down to pool around his ankles, his broad and handsome presence hovering over you. He knelt down to the edge of the bed, nudging your knees apart to reveal your pussy, glistening from its wetness. 

“Fuck, I’ll never get over your pussy, baby. Always so fucking wet.” Javi mewled before breathing in heavily and licking a long, broad strip along your clit. His tongue swirled around your heat as your hips bucked towards his face. One hand grasped your sheets while the other ran through his hair, tugging at the dark, curled ends as you moaned. You wanted him so badly to be inside of you, to fill the emptiness you were clenching around. Before you could ask, he slipped not one, but both fingers into you. His hand felt enormous compared to yours, his fingers so much more satisfying as they hit inside you over and over. As both digits curled up and his mouth sucked over your clit, you whimpered breathlessly. 

“Javi, you feel so good. Fuck me, holy shit.” 

“Patience Hermosa, I will, don’t worry.” He winked before diving back down between your legs. His free hand wrapped around your leg, grabbing your hip as you squirmed from how good he felt. The repetitive motion of his thick fingers plunging in you mixed with the skilled movement of his tongue across your sensitive nub had you already clenching down, close to your end. You knew with how worked up you had been this week without him, and what a goddamn menace he was, it wouldn’t take long for you to be on the verge of screaming his name in pleasure. 

“Baby, fuck, fuck I’m so close, Javi, I-“ 

Before you could finish your sentence, your orgasm flooded through your body, legs shaking and head thrown back as you moaned. The pleasure was so intense, and so much better than you could have even remembered. As you came back down from your high, Javi slowly pulled his fingers out from you before sucking them clean, your juices still smeared across his smirking face. “You taste so fucking good, Osita.” 

“Jesus, Javi… holy shit.” You breathed deeply, trying to regain your composure. He leaned over you, kissing up your body, stopping to take each nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before making his way up your neck.  

“I told you I meant what I said on the phone, baby. Is that okay with you?” His breath was low and raspy as he whispered into your ear. 

“Yes, oh my god, I haven’t stopped thinking about what you said all week. I haven’t been able to look at my dresser the same since.” You both let out light, airy laughs before Javi had picked you up and carried you over to your dresser before sitting you down on top of it. You spread your legs open, pussy still slick and shining from your last orgasm as Javi spit down into his hand before stroking his dick, already hard and desperate to be inside you. He then helped you shimmy down, smacking your ass as you turned around and placed your arms on the dresser. Looking up at the mirror in front of you, you could see the hungry look in Javi’s eyes as he ran his cock up and down your folds, collecting your slick. He kissed your shoulders as he rubbed his hands down the side of your body, squeezing your hips. “Javi, please.” You whimpered, the throbbing between your legs making it feel like he was taking years. 

“What happened to all that patience, Osita?” He smirked as he grabbed another handful of your ass. You were so desperate at this point your brain was unable to form words, only moans pleading for Javi to give you what you wanted. “So needy, huh? I’ll give you what you want, baby girl, don’t worry..” Slowly, he made his way into you, the sting of the sweet stretch of his cock making you breathless. As he bottomed out inside of you, a low groan from him mimicked yours. “So fucking tight, hermosa, fuck.” 

“Javi, move, please.” You were practically begging at this point. 

“I will, Osita. Look in the mirror first, baby.” Your eyes shifted off of the oak of the dresser under your arms and up to the image of Javi’s body towering behind you. His tanned and toned chest, his dark curls and mustache, the lust pooling in his eyes, Jesus, he really was the hottest man you’ve ever seen. 

“I want you to see how pretty you are when I fuck you. See what a good fucking girl you are when you take me so well, when I fuck you full of me. Can you do that for me?” As your eyes met his in the mirror frantically nodding, he began to move himself in and out of you, taking his time. Almost as if he was savoring how good each thrust felt. Each time he pushed back into you, your gasps became louder, the feeling intensifying. The spot he was hitting was so sweet, but your body was pleading for more. 

“Fuck Javi, give me more, please baby. Fuck me harder.” Your eyes once again locking with his, a delightfully surprised look spreading across his face. 

“Yeah, you want me to fuck you harder, hermosa?” You once again nodded rapidly, biting down on your bottom lip. “Use your words, pretty girl.” He teased, slowing his pace enough to make you squirm. 

“Fuck me harder, Javi. Please baby, you feel so good, I want more.” Javi knew his size was larger than average. He definitely hadn’t been gentle with you, but he hadn’t been overly aggressive, not wanting to push your limits and make you uncomfortable. But right now, he had you in the palm of his hand, begging him for more. 

“You sure you want more, baby?” He slowly began to speed up his thrusts, waiting for your answer. 

“Mhmmmm.” You whined at the ridges of his cock rubbing against your walls. “Give it to me, please.” 

With that, his pace changed drastically, his hips snapping into you repeatedly. You could feel every inch of him stretch you out in a way that you couldn’t describe. The way his dick pounded into, filling you so deeply and intensely had your screams echoing off the walls of the room. 

“Fuck, Javi. Fuck, oh my god.” 

“Yeah? Feel good, Osita? My good fucking girl, taking me so well.” 

Suddenly, his arm reached under yours, pulling you up so your back was flushed with his chest. He wrapped his arm over your breasts, his big hand engulfing one while his other hand reached down for your clit. The added pleasure made the building feeling in your stomach creep closer and closer, knowing you were about to snap. His calloused fingertips rubbed back and forth as he leaned into you, his mouth grazing along your neck. “Look at yourself, baby. I know you’re close. I want you to see how pretty you are when you come all over my dick.” Your eyes watched Javi’s hand rub faster along your sensitive bundle of nerves before shifting up to see the damp, dark curls stuck to his forehead, a sheen covering his body in sweat. Each snap of his hips hit harder and harder, you feeling your pussy beginning to flutter around his cock. With only a few more thrusts, you felt something snap inside you, your legs shaking as you moaned Javi’s name as you came. Watching you had Javi reeling, his thrusts becoming more frantic as your eyes met in the mirror before he spoke. 

“Where do you want me, baby?” 

“Inside me. It’s yours Javi. It’s all fucking yours.” 

Your words were all he needed before he took one last pump, spilling inside you. You watched in the mirror as his jaw went slack as his muscles tense. You felt his spend covering your walls, his cock pulsing as he finished. He draped his body over yours, your heavy breathing syncing for a few moments before he pushed himself back up, slowly pulling out of you. You whimpered at the loss, feeling the mix of you running down the side of your leg. Suddenly, you felt Javi’s body press into yours, his arm snaking between your legs as two thick fingers pushed into you, making you gasp. 

“Will you keep me in you, hermosa? So I know you’re all fucking mine?” 

“Yes, Jesus Christ.” You whispered under your breath. He watched you nod as he pushed into you one last time before pulling out his fingers and kissing down your back, chuckling as he pulled away.  

“Nope, just me, Javi. Go lay down on the bed, baby. Let me get something to clean you up.” 

“Oh shut up.” You laughed as you still laid slumped over the dresser. “I would move but I think you fucked me so good my legs don’t work anymore.” He snuck up behind you, picking you up and carrying you over to your bed before plopping you down and heading to the bathroom, leaving you giggling, staring at your ceiling. He returned with a warm washcloth, gently wiping you up before tossing it into your laundry basket and climbing under your covers with you. You scooted close to him, your head resting on his chest, arm draped across and one leg hiked up, resting on top of him. His strong arms wrapped around you, tracing circles along your back as he kissed the top of your head. 

“Thank you, Javi.” 

“For what, Osita?” 

“This was the best date I’ve ever been on.” 

“You must have been on a lot of shitty dates then, Hermosa.” 

“I’m being serious, you goofball! I mean yes, I think before this, the most romantic thing someone had done for me was when Paul actually remembered our anniversary, and then asked me if we could go to his favorite sports bar instead of the nice restaurant I picked because he didn’t want to miss a football game that was on that night. But I’m not kidding, the fact that you wanted to spend time with me, let alone plan something nice, I don’t know… it just really means a lot. So thank you.” 

Javi paused for a moment before he responded. He wasn’t sure how to feel. Happy, relieved even, that you had such a good time on a date that anyone else probably would have deemed a disaster? Thankful that you wanted to spend just as much time with him as he did with you? Heartbroken that there had been one too many idiots who had come in and out of your life that had treated you like shit and you had accepted that was as good as it got? 

“Osita, I said it before and I’ll say it again, you deserve it. You’re beautiful and smart and sexy as hell and even if you won’t admit it, you deserve someone who sees that. I still can’t believe that you think that I’m worth any of your time, but I’m sure as hell glad that you do.” He kissed your head again as you nuzzled it closer to his chest, trying to fight back the tears welling in your eyes. Before you could say anything he finished with, “I sure as fuck hope that I never meet Paul either, cause I’d give that fucking guy a piece of my mind.” 

You let out a small huff as you looked up at him. “Ease up there, cowboy. Don’t worry, I think everyone I know has already given him enough shit to last him 3 lifetimes. You’re really sweet, Jav. Thank you.” You stretched up to plant a soft kiss on his lips as you reached up to cup his face. 

“Of course, baby. I lo-“ He stopped himself as quickly as possible. His brain hadn’t even processed the words that were coming out of his mouth. There was no fucking way he could say it, even if he knew it. He just prayed you hadn’t heard his slip up before he continued. “I really like you, and I’m so glad you had a good time tonight. I did too.” 

“Can I see you again this weekend? I know you have to work tomorrow and we just saw each other today and-“ 

“Yes, Osita. I’d love to see you again this weekend. I promised my dad I’d help him with some things around the ranch tomorrow night and Saturday morning but other than that, I’m all yours.” He leaned down to kiss you, his mustache tickling your neck as you pulled away. 

“Perfect. Can I pick something for us to do since you got to pick what we did today?” 

“Is it a surprise, or do I get to know?” He asked mockingly. 

“If yours got to be a surprise, so does mine. I don’t have anything specific picked out yet, but I have a few ideas.” 

“Can’t wait to see what it is, Osita.” 

You glanced over at your alarm clock, forgetting the fact that you didn’t have to set it again until August, and Javi still had one more day until his weekend. “What time do you usually get up in the morning?” 

“Why?” He asked, fingers still tracing up and down your shoulders. 

“So I can get up with you in the morning and make you breakfast and say goodbye to you before you go to work.” Your fingers mirrored his, circling over his bare chest. 

“Hermosa, it’s your first day of summer, you’re not getting up with me in the morning, you get to sleep in.” 

“What if I want to get up with you in the morning? You gonna force me to stay in bed until you leave?” 

“Fine, I’m not waking you up on purpose, but if you’re awake and want to get up with me I’m not going to say no.” 

“Well then I will see you in the morning, bright and early.”

“Okay, Osita. I’m gonna go run down to my car and grab my bag, are you okay if I leave the door unlocked so you don’t have to let me back in?” 

“Sure. I’ll be right here, unless you’ve pulled off hiding your serial killer act this long and you and the rest of your gang have found the perfect opportunity at this moment.” 

“Dork. I’ll be back up in a few, okay?” 

“Safe travels out there.” 

He laughed as he collected his clothes scattered on the floor trailing down the hallway to put on before heading out the door. You rolled over, inhaling the scent Javi had left behind on your pillow, his space still warm from his body. You pulled your covers further over you, snuggling in closer to the space he just was in. Even without him physically next to you, the feeling of knowing he would be back next to you soon flooded your body with a sense of comfort. Not realizing how tired you were until this moment, you felt your eyelids begin to droop, growing heavier with each blink. You swore to yourself you could stay awake the few minutes Javi would be gone, but by the time he returned back up with his bag, he was greeted with the soft sound of snores filling your bedroom. He set his things down at the end of the bed before turning off the lights and stripping himself of his clothes once again before crawling under the covers, spooning you, wrapping your body in his arms. 

“Dulces sueños, mi amor. Te adoro. Todo es más bonito si estás conmigo. Soy tan afortunado de tenerte” (Sweet dreams, my love. I adore you. Everything is more beautiful when I’m with you. I’m so lucky to have you.) 

He kissed your head as he pulled you in closer. He slowly breathed out, a sense of peace and comfort filling his body. He took one more moment to savor your presence before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep next to you. There were few things in life that Javier Peña had ever been absolutely sure of. You were one of those few things. 

[wayfayrr]

🦆 anon is ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s been a minute, life been hectic for a while 😩 but I’m hoping that starting today, I’ll get a bit of free time to peruse my favorite blogs!!! So, how have you been? Busy? Have you been drinking enough water? Stay hydrated all you thirsty hoes out there!!! 😁

Anyway! Trying to catch up on stuff I’ve missed…

Agreed, sleep is for the weak. I shall sleep when I am dead. Not even the eepy meds work anymore.

*Gasp!* an anniversary? Of your first LU fic? Congrats!

A raffle? Noice! Can’t wait to see what the winners come up with.

Few sentences prompts??? Love it!!! Number 7 plz and make it hurt if possible. I like angst.

Recently saw a YT short that gave me a new idea… it’s a different kind of “self aware” ask. What if the boys in game aren’t self aware… but your drawings of them are? I’ll link the short, don’t worry. But this creator drew their characters and did an animation of them actually being alive and interacting with them and even the other drawings. Thought it was a cool idea to share with the self aware boys being actual drawings that were drawn by reader lol! Actually… that would make reader their actual creator… the ideas are turning in my head with this one~

https://youtube.com/shorts/OcGy7QwN3Lc?si=1HpoRtt_PS7Q5BAG

It's good to see you duck!!! it's been a bit and I hope you're doing well!!! Stuff's been getting better for me, Had an interview for a job just after getting this ask and I'm waiting to hear back now.

It's really funny too cause I track my sleep and just every morning when I check now the time asleep is just gradually getting less and less lol

And yeah! It's been a little over a year since I've started creating for linked universe now, and it's been an amazing time <33 met some truly wonderful people cause of it

7 (silent fury) seems to be the most popular prompt asfvdsvgsdfgv this is actually the 3rd ask I've gotten with it (but I'm gonna write another mini one anyway, wild rather than time for this one >:D)

He knew he was a failure. The first moments of his, truly his own memories and not another life half-remembered, was being told that he failed after all. That he died when the hero was supposed to prosper. That didn't make what he was going through any easier. And wallowing in his regrets wouldn't help you feel safe again. The chain all knew your boundaries, they all knew to ask you your opinions. To make sure that you were comfortable. But villagers didn't. And wild wasn't fast enough to be your hero. He was fine not being Hyrule's, as long as he could be yours that's all he could ever long for. But he failed you. Comforting you wasn't even an option with how you'd locked yourself away in your room, away from everything while you coped. Leaving the only way to take out his burning fury to find the person who dared to lay a hand on you. He couldn't fail you again.

[Prompt list]

I've been seeing that trend too!! Its one that I really like - and I've actually been sent a couple by dms lol it's a really interesting take on the au, and it's just fun in general really. Although I'll probably stay away from the creator == being treated as a deity cause it's kinda an ick for me (it's just a trope I don't like tbh, each to their own but I won't write/read it) but them thinking they have more of a right to be closer to you? the way it could cause arguments if they met the originals? oh there is so much potential for it as an idea honestly

[grumpybunny-edith]

Gwen's Bunny HRT - Month 1 (Part 1)

I look at my reflection for what feels like the hundredth time today, waffling on how to do it. All the other girls have already gone through all this, and compared to their one-month photos, I feel... Behind. Delilah had already started growing fur in some places, and Edith already had a little bit of tail growing in. Sure, it looked a little weird without any fur on it, but... I’ve got nothing there but soreness. Is it even worth celebrating? Like, “oh yay, my ears look longer if you squint and my teeth look a little sillier”.  

I take a deep breath and dig my toes into my carpet, feeling pain flare up in them. It just started a couple days ago — maybe it would be better to wait until something came of it? Until walking on my toes didn’t hurt so bad, or even felt better than walking on my heels? 

I feel a tiny impulse at the small of my back, my spine apparently doing its best to wiggle at its base. Am I... unconsciously wagging my tail? The soreness that comes with it matches what the other girls had talked about. I smile, showing my reflection my weird teeth and the pain subsides a little. 

“Bunnies wag their tails when they’re upset,” Edith had told me once. It’s warming to feel how right she is, to feel like I actually belong, even for a second. It’s not that the other girls haven’t done a good job of making me think so; it’s just hard to see all of them so far along and then to look at myself. 

I set my phone down and stare at myself for a while. I imagine the fur suddenly sprouting up all across my body, shiny and soft. I imagine my ears getting so tall they graze the doorway. I imagine my tail, tiny and fluffy, poking out just about the hem of my sweatpants. It makes me smile and laugh at myself, and I feel a bit of pride in my teeth. They’ll look better coupled with everything else, I think. 

I hear my phone buzz, trying to avoid convincing myself it’s because my hearing has spontaneously improved. I laugh it off and check what it was. 

raeraebun: Hey girl!! Today’s one month, right?? Where’s the update??

I smile and blush instinctively. Rae and I don’t chat that much, but every time we do it lifts my whole mood. She’s also dropped by my place a couple times because she “made too many brownies and just had to make a delivery”. 

wen-kutesuli: Hey! Idk if I’m gonna do it today honestly lol 

raeraebun: Aww, why not? i mean like do whatever you want obvi but. you okay?

I sigh. I know I can probably tell her, it’ll almost definitely be fine, and she probably has something great to say. But it doesn’t make it any easier to say it. I’m almost embarrassed to still feel the way that I do even after her and Edith’s constant preaching of “loving yourself wherever you are”. 

wen-kutesuli: Yeah I’m okay lol. Just kinda 

wen-kutesuli: Wish I had more to show, I guess? 

Rae’s response comes quite literally instantly. 

raeraebun: GWENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

raeraebun: okay 

raeraebun: lemme show you something 

When Rae comes back after a couple minutes of digging, she sends me a picture of some random girl with hair like her own, followed by five closeups of a pretty standard human ear. 

raeraebun: so like

raeraebun: this was from january last year 

raeraebun: Id been on hrt for like. a month and a half to the day

raeraebun: I had taken a picture of myself every day since starting my regimen

raeraebun: and didnt see anything until that picture when FINALLY 

raeraebun: my ears had grown the tiniest little bit. 

raeraebun: I didnt stop screaming about it all day lol ashley got so sick of it 

raeraebun: and yk what happened next?

raeraebun: they stayed just like that for three more weeks LMAO

Rae has this way of making people smile and cry their eyes out at the same time. 

raeraebun: so... be nice to yourself? its not gonna happen all at once, and thats ok. every little bit is worth, like

raeraebun: I dunno 

raeraebun: a thousand parties

wen-kutesuli: That’s a lot of parties 

raeraebun: and you earn every single one of them :) 

I sit in stunned silence so pleased I don’t know what to do with myself. My body wants some kind of release, and I let it have one, laying face down and kicking my feet so quickly and so hard into the floor it probably upset the people below me. 

raeraebun: you dont have to, but we all wanna celebrate with you :D 

wen-kutesuli: Thank you 🩵 Maybe I’ll do it 

raeraebun: YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

raeraebun: GO GWENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!

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Thank you to @flightlessbirdgirl for helping me decide on Gwen's username and for letting me bounce ideas off it!

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Forty-Seven

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc x Chris 'Motionless' Cerulli

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, online bullying, panic attacks, stalking, mental health issues, conspiracy theories.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. For everyone involved.

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Chris woke slowly the next morning, he was more than happy to be in his toasty bed this early, he had no desire to change anything. Talia was snuggled against his chest and the feeling of her small warm body pressed against him made him smile softly against the top of her head. Breathing in, he sighed against her hair happily, it had been so long since it had felt so good to wake up like this. After a moment, Chris was reaching for Rick too, Rick, where the hell had he disappeared off to? Tilting his head, groaning softly, damn coffee addict, yeah, he probably knew where he’d gone at this hour, too fucking early Ricky, come on already, come on. Turning his head, he glanced at his bedside table where the alarm clock sat, the one he never set, who didn’t use their phone as their alarm clock these days? Sure enough, just as he suspected, it was way too damn early for this nonsense. He was going to kick his ass when he got back here, he’d have to have the best damn coffee in the world to bribe him, and even then, thin ice!

As Talia shifted against him, at first he just sighed against her shoulder, happy to hold her. A moment later, her ass was rubbing against him just a little bit too distinctly for him to think it was an accident. Chris smiled slightly, oh, she was being cheeky this morning, as he couldn’t help but let out a moan, the sound coupled with the press of a soft kiss of his lips to the side of her neck. His lips brushed against her skin as he enjoyed the blissful feeling of the morning warmth of her skin before he murmured low.

“Careful there, JellyBean, might actually think you’re awake doing that.”

Oh, he knew she was awake already with her movements against him, but he could play her game. Chris sneaked his arm around her waist, smooth wrapping himself around her body, pulling her back against him  properly, rolling his hips against her more. As he did, he knew she could feel his morning wood quite easily if she hadn’t already from the way she’d been shifting against him before. His rough voice whispering low, breath dancing across her skin.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

It was then, he heard what he heard an almost affronted gasp coming from her as she twisted around to look at him. The look on her face was incredulous.

“Christopher Cerulli!”

Chuckling to himself, shit, okay, he knew the moment she said that he was in for it, even if her tone was nothing but amused. There was also the way she was pressing her thigh right against his cock, waking his half aroused morning wood to full hardness, no question there, what she wanted now.

“Does it really seem like this is something that I can’t finish?”

Chris couldn’t help but moan at the way she continued to rock her hips, so her thigh would rub against his cock and show her exactly just how much she meant those words. With their bodies covered up under the blankets of the bed, they were pretty much wrapped up together, it would have been all three of them if Rick hadn’t absconded. Her warmth was kicking up his heat even more, and Chris couldn’t get enough of her.

“Someone is certainly cheeky this morning, Baby.”

Oh, how delicious she looked right now, with the way her cheeks flushed when he called her on it. Of course, pairing it with the way their tattoos flared up, and the way her hips stuttered in their movements against him, he had a feeling nothing about how she felt about him calling her on it, was truly upset. Smiling with a gasp at the feeling of both, he couldn’t help but thrust his hips a bit back against hers, pushing her back against the bed now, shifting over her finally. 

Chris brought his lips to hers with a groan as he felt the way her hands started running up his back, her nails scrapping slowly over his skin, digging in ever so lightly. He just savoured the way she started to draw patterns in his skin, she wasn’t even tracing his tattoos, considering she couldn’t see them from under him, no, she was just feeling his skin. She was enjoying his body, his touch, just as he was hers, her legs wrapped around him, as he shifted his hips, and his cock lined up and so slowly, pressed deep inside of her.

This was a blissful way to wake up in the morning, his body just rocking into hers, slow, and lazy, Talia was in no rush to speed up either as he kept kissing her. Humming against Chris lips as she let the kisses linger against his skin. Yes, he was so deep inside of her, but neither of them were in any hurry, nothing about this moment felt hasty, everything was so soothing, and peaceful. Yes, she’d been cheeky and goading him into it, but how could she resist him, when she had this gorgeous naked man laying with her in his bed. If Ricky had still been here, she’d likely be wrapped up in both of them right now, in one way or another. Resisting either of them last night had been impossible, this morning likely would have been no better.

It was funny, Talia usually thought she was a woman that had rather good restraint, but they were both proving her all kinds of wrong. It wasn’t just the effects of the tattoo either, right from just coming here, her afternoon coffees with Chris, she’d started falling right from the start looking back on them. She’d enjoyed each and every conversation with him, he had a way about him what just had her enthralled and wrapped up in his every whim. 

That much was more than just a little bit obvious now as his hips rocked into her body, drawing a moan out of her as his cocked stroked at her inner walls gently. 

“Fuck, Chris, just like that, Daddy, please.”

He’d curled his hips and now the head of his cock was just grazing her sweet spot inside of her. Sure, he could be hammering at it, and making her see stars, like fireworks going off, until she screamed the whole house down. Probably no doubt all his neighbours would know just what they were doing this early in the morning, noise complaints from the neighbours if they weren’t careful. Maybe her imagination was running away from her, it wasn’t like Talia had ever really been that adventurous before with her past lovers, but there had been moments. 

No, this was everything, the perfect feeling of lazy morning sex. A nuanced mix of gentle and slowly waking up to the world as it was brightening for the day. Oh, was Talia waking up with everything Chris was going to her. With every stoke of his cock inside of her, she was grasping into his body, gasping with little tiny whimper against his skin as she felt herself slowly inch higher and higher, tensing as her body coiled with her release. 

“Daddy, Chris, I’m so close.”

Moaning softly as her nails were digging in a little into the back of his shoulders, she panted against his mouth as he kissed her, teeth scraping against his lip, trying to ground herself. Arching up from the bed against him, her hips rising, with the ways her thighs had enveloped him, she was just rocking with him to get more friction. As much as she didn’t want to rush him, every morsel of her being was begging him, begging to let her fall, and to fall over that edge with her. 

Hearing her moan, and those soft little whimpers like that, it was killing him to hear her beg like that and only going so slow, but it was perfection.. There was something about slow morning sex that was just so addictive. When he was on tour, and having to get off whenever he could, searching for the quick release, and just find a moment whenever he could.. But this, there was power in this for Chris, for both of them, and oh how he loved it. 

“I know, Baby, I know, you are being so good for me.”

As he rolled his hips again, thrusting into her slowly, deeper again, pulling another moan from her with his words and he shuddered, she was like putty right now. Looking down at her, how could anyone have resisted this woman for so long? He wasn’t judging Ricky, no, it was all the idiots that had turned her down for years for no reason other than not being their soul mate. Not ever giving her a change, not getting to know her. Worse than idiots. 

Feeling her clench around him, no, he couldn’t hold back any longer, no matter how much drawing out the moment made it even better, fuck.

“Okay, now, now you can cum for me Baby, go on. That's it, cum for Daddy.”

Hearing her whine as she gave in, the way she clenched around him, seeing the pleasure across her face the way he hadn’t been able to just the night before, it was blissful. Shit, and her clenching around his cock so tight had his thrusts turning so erratic as he chased his orgasm before he was cumming inside of her. Both of them wrapped up tight with each other as he filled her with his release, moaning her name as he did. 

They laid like that, cuddled up together, just lounging in the basking in the feeling of the glow their bodies wrapped up together. Sharing lazy kisses, hands running up and down their skin as they explored. Chris wasn’t sure how much long after they were done that he heard the front door, about time, smirking against Talia’s lips, Rick had just gotten back.

When Ricky woke up, both Chris and Talia had still been completely asleep. Watching them for a moment, he knew he wanted to do something for them this morning, and he didn’t think his usual repertoire of burnt breakfast and coffee was going to cut it. Especially because one, Chris’ coffee machine sucked, something he’d reminded him of multiple time since staying here, and two, he didn’t know what he had to cook with. Fine, that made his choice easy, he’d got out and pick something up, quickly, hopefully before they woke up.

They woke up.

Oh, did they wake up.

He got back with the breakfasts and coffees to find them wrapped up in bed all cosy and warm, and very much finished having some early morning fun and smirked at the sight of them wrapped up in each other. Chuckling at them,

“Well, look at you two, seems like I missed out on all the fun.”

Raising an eyebrow as Chris just turned his head to him and threw back the covers, exposing their naked bodies to him,

“Let me remind you, you’re the idiot that left. Besides, nothing is stopping you from joining us for some more.”

Seeing that lazy smirk on his lips as Chris looked at him so tempting right then, Ricky just couldn’t help but groan at the prospect, but…

“And ruin breakfast?”

Chris just rolled his eyes, 

“Please, when have either of us ever turned down a cold breakfast?”

He wasn’t wrong, considering the multitudes of times they were dragging themselves up while they were on tour and living on the bus. Whether Talia knew what they were both thinking or not, she was giggling a little herself then,

“Not to mention, there is always reheating the food. Now are you going to join us or…”

Easier offers were never suggested with the two of them lying there like that, and Ricky couldn’t strip out of his clothes again fast enough now to join them in the bed. Neither Talia nor Chris seemed to mind waiting a little bit longer for anything to eat compared to being wrapped up in each other for a lazy day in bed. Why would they when now that they had Ricky back?

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Chapter Two

There’s no gravel crunching beneath his tires, as Eddie pulls up the drive to the house. Pop must have had it paved sometime after Eddie sliced his knee open to the bone at twenty catching Dustin and his tumbling bike. But even on smooth concrete Eddie thinks he can hear the leitmotif of abandonment repeating. Especially when he’s parking his beater van next to a new model Corolla in the drive.

He grabs the wheel of the car hard enough that he can see the skin whiten, veiny way his knuckles drained of blood.

A screech from the passenger seat reminds him that technically he’s the one doing the abandoning. Majesty perched atop his estate sale doctor’s bag, definitely ruining the leather on the handle but hopefully not crushing any of the medical necessities that Eddie keeps with the rest of his toiletries inside. Having given up on ascribing something akin to humanity to the bird the moment he was threatened for pulling out a cat carrier so they could take their hour long trip down the interstate, Eddie thinks now that the expression on its face is wariness.

If he looked even close to this scared he wonders how The Artist could have left.

“I’m gonna level with you,” he says. “You are staying here. Not like here here, I gotta drop off my luggage and check on my folks and also the bird place doesn’t open until tomorrow. But you are staying in Hawkins.”

The low rumble he gets in response is hard to interpret, so is the stoic white of its moon shaped face.

He looks out his windshield, half expecting a Pop who was still hanging onto his 30’s to be out on the wraparound porch, drying his sudsy hands and hiding his disappointment at what he already suspected was happening. His left leg bouncing, Eddie feels like his younger self is sitting just below the surface of his skin fighting to come out. Ike if he looks in his reflection he’ll have gone back in time in his sleep.

His younger self, angry and scared. Who dumped his clean laundry, waiting to be folded, into the old leather suitcase Ma had given him at his high school graduation. He had come back, just like he promised.

Maybe that’s why he’s different. The Artist had promised to come back, and he’d waited for years before he realized that was a promise that wasn’t coming true.

His front seat companion makes another affronted noise, ruffling feathers and glaring at Eddie with an impatient sneer. He had turned off the car and there was a chill from the late fall air seeping into the cab of the van.

“Yeah, let's get it over with, huh?”

Coming around to the passenger side, he gently helps Majesty up to his shoulder to perch. A bag in each hand, the silhouette he must paint going up the front steps to the door reminds him of a fantasy hero not yet sure how to approach his call to action. Bilbo with his bags in hand, thinking he’s ready to leave the Shire but bringing as much of it along with him as he can. And also he has a bird.

It’s not a perfect visual metaphor.

Especially when it’s more like he’s the sad main plot of an ER episode.

Or an eccentric Austen hero come to stay with an ailing relative until he gets swept up in some grand romantic plot; the ailing family relegated to B plot until their untimely, dramatic death. Majesty starts preening his hair, distracting him from the fact that he's plotting Pop’s death in the nonexistent narrative structure of his life.

Reaching up to fix whatever it is his companion is doing, Eddie gets his fingers nipped for his trouble. It’s the first time Majesty has actually done anything close to hurting him since he’s had it.

Distracted, Eddie isn’t paying attention to what he’s walking into until he’s standing in the middle of the storm.

“You can just go back to school- oh hell.” 

Pop looks spitting mad, sitting up in his recliner in the living room. Eddie can just make out the flushed frustration making its way through the sickly pallor from where he’s standing in the open doorway. Ma is behind him, can feel her steady presence even if he can’t see her. In the quiet he’s now created, he can hear the soft rusting of cotton. He can picture her careworn face, wonders if she was able to sleep at all last night or if there are bags beneath her eyes.

There are under Dustin’s. Eyes red. He’s midway up the stairs, hand gripping the handrail so tight it's shaking underneath him. His face is pinched, mouth pulled into a lipless line. 

“I told both of you not to bother coming in,” Pop says in the same tone of voice he usually says, ‘I told you I didn't need anything for my birthday’ or ‘You put money in one more card I'm going to start sending them back unopened.’

It’s a very Pop thing to say, stubborn and trying to turn the dramatic into a joke. But that doesn’t make it land any better. Ma sighs from behind him, long and annoyed, the way he’s only heard when she’s telling stories about difficult patients; and Dustin, well he’s never seen Dustin like this.

Fear has taken its sharp and ragged edges, cut away at itself until it resembles something more like anger. A storebrand version of the emotion, Dustin is shaking from tip to toe and his eyes are bright with a thousand things he must be holding on the tip of his tongue. But Dustin is shaking and Eddie has spent a long time riling up his brother, annoying him the way only family can. Even enraged, his brother manages a steely calm and a surgically still hand.

“Well I’m just here for the room,” Eddie jokes, before fear drags something Dustin can’t take back from his mouth. “I’ve got a friend who needs a visit to the animal sanctuary.” He wiggles his shoulder enough that Majesty introduces himself to the rest of the room, trilling like it’s some kind of dove instead of the screams it’d been making since Eddie picked it up. It’s suspicious, but then being suspicious of a bird is the kind of thing his therapist would raise an eyebrow at before making a note in his pad.

“But,” Eddie continues, “if it’s cramping your style, Pops, I’ll be sure to hang around for a bit.”

Dustin scoffs and disappears up the stairs, Eddie assumes to his room where he’ll hopefully sleep off the lingering jitters from the redeye he must have taken to get here from Massachusetts before Eddie could shoot down 65.

“You’re welcome here anytime you want as long as you want,” Ma says, a gentle hand at his shoulder pulls her into his eyeline for the first time. It’ll make him sound like a shit, but she’s looked better. Like Dustin she looks bleary eyed and stressed out, decades of nursing experience under her belt he isn’t sure if he likes what it means that she’s also losing sleep about all of this.

“Thanks Ma.”

“Your guest probably wants some sleep,” she lifts a hesitant finger toward Majesty. She coos as it rewards her, rubbing his face against her offered finger like a cat. “Why don’t you both go upstairs and get settled.”

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A/N: Hiiii sorry it's lateee (as usual). I finally got a chance to breathe bc its spring break rn... but also this is my last academic semester!! after finals this May its only rotations til graduation!! thank god... so i should have more free time after May! ~kuri

@ssnyda Request: I would like to request a scenario where there's some tension between Carlos and reader before smut ensues? Like in the locker rooms or something.. Since Carlos seems like a pretty nice guy all in all, I'd prefer if it also ends on a sweet note as well, thanks!

Pairing: Kamiya Carlos Toshiki x F!Reader

Genre: Smut (M) - SEXUAL CONTENT

Word Count: 3.4K

Finally, you thought to yourself as the cram school bell rang. You’d promised your boyfriend, Carlos, that you’d watch his pre-season scrimmage against Seido this evening before going out to dinner together, but your dumbass managed to forget that you had cram school at the same time, even though you’ve had the same cram school schedule for the past two years. Instead of telling him you couldn’t make it though, you decided it’d be a good idea to sprint back to the school as soon as your class ended and make it just in time to catch the last few innings. But no, of course it wouldn’t work out that perfectly. By the time you get back to school the whole field and the stands are completely deserted with absolutely no players or spectators in sight.

“Dammit!” you cursed to yourself, face palming at your own pride and stupidity. You should’ve just been honest with him and told him you would only be able to make it to dinner.

“Looking for Carlos?” a familiar, monotonous voice spoke up, snapping you out of it.

“Oh, Shirakawa-kun, hi,” you chuckled nervously, “Yeah, I’m looking for Carlos. Sorry I missed the scrimmage…”

“It’s fine, you didn’t miss much. Seido’s batting line-up is pretty shit right now. We won without even trying.”

“Ouch… Well, hopefully they get it together before the season starts, but still congrats on the win. Anyways, so where’s Carlos?”

“The last I saw him he was still in the locker room. I think he should be almost done by now.”

“Cool. Thanks Shirakawa-kun! Nice talking to you!” You quickly excused yourself with a bow, to which Shirakawa returned a brief wave before the two of you parted ways.

When you arrived at the men’s locker room, the door was propped open so you called first without entering, “Carlos? Are you in there?”

“Yeah,” he answered back almost immediately, “You can come in. No one else is in here.”

You were reluctant to enter, considering it was the men’s locker room, so you popped your head in first, then entered once you confirmed it really was only Carlos in there. When you spotted him, he was standing in front of one of the lockers, without a shirt on, seemingly doing nothing… though you didn’t miss the opportunity to check out his beautifully sculpted back and arm muscles since they were out on display.

“U-uh, Carlos…?” you spoke up once you collected yourself after the initial shock of seeing him shirtless.

“Hm?” he responded, turning towards you to reveal his chiseled front side making you almost choke on air. Darting your eyes away, you gulped hard before responding.

“W-why… are you just standing there? Without a shirt on?” you murmured, eyes glued to the floor. There was definitely mutual knowledge that this was the first time you’d seen him half naked, but while you were flustered by the situation, Carlos appeared unphased; or maybe he was actually enjoying your reaction.

“Why aren’t you looking at me when you’re talking to me, hm?” he answered back with a smirk that you barely managed to make out through your peripherals as he slowly approached you. “You’re not embarrassed to see your own boyfriend without a shirt on, are you?”

In the blink of an eye he was standing right in front of you, hands creeping around your waist as he pulled you flush against him and despite your previous inability to look at him directly, the close proximity made staring at his beautiful face and upper body irresistible. You were so dazed that it didn't even occur to you that you were just standing limply in his hold until he commented, “You can touch me too y’know,” with a chuckle.

You could feel your face heating up and your heart beating faster thinking about where this could lead. You’d be lying to say you hadn’t fantasized about it before… many times before… but leaving cram school today, you didn’t expect in the slightest that tonight would be the night that you reached home base, and you definitely didn’t think it’d be in the locker room.

Just as you lifted your hands and placed them onto his firm chest, an obnoxious but familiar voice startled you, making you impulsively jolt away and break out of your still calm boyfriend’s grasp.

“Carlos?! Carlos! Are you still in there?” The voice grew louder until a shorter boy with blonde hair emerged from the doorway, his face lighting up upon seeing the one whom he was searching for standing before him, “Thank god you’re here, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! What’s taking you so long? You’ve been in here since the end of the scrimmage!”

“I was debating if I should put my shirt on or not,” he replied dryly, not bothered at all by Mei’s judgment.

“What? Why? You never wear a shirt anyways,” Mei remarked, puzzled over Carlos’s unusual predicament.

“We’re going out to dinner,” he answered, gesturing his head towards you as he spoke, to which the blonde refocused his attention in your direction.

“Oh, hi! You were so quiet I didn’t even notice you there!” Mei chuckled and slung an arm around you.

“Or maybe you’re just too loud and oblivious,” you responded sheepishly whilst you still attempted to collect yourself after the heated moment you were having with your boyfriend just moments before.

“Hey, that’s not nice,” Mei whined with a pout, “But really, you seem a little, hm… flustered. What’s wrong?”

“This is the first time I’ve been shirtless in front of her. Let her breathe, man.” Carlos shook his head with an exasperated sigh at his routinely obnoxious teammate.

“What?! Are you serious?!” Mei laughed out-loud in disbelief before turning to you, “I would’ve thought you’d seen this guy naked already because he literally never wears clothes around here, especially in the dorms.”

“W-what?” You sputtered, not knowing how to respond. This was news to you, but even the sheer thought of Carlos naked had you biting your lip and clenching your thighs together; maybe you even felt a bit jealous that the baseball team got the chance to see your boyfriend nude on numerous occasions while you’d yet to see it for yourself.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” Carlos finally stepped in, flicking Mei in the forehead before pulling you out of his grasp.

“Ow! Rude!” he whined, rubbing his forehead to ease the pain. “Well anyways, I came to ask if you wanted to come to yakiniku with us. I’m going with Masa-san, Shirakawa, and Itsuki, but I guess you already have dinner plans so nevermind. Later!” Throwing up a wave, Mei finally made his way out of the locker room without another word. Thank god; you thought he was never gonna leave…

Upon Mei’s exit, Carlos followed close behind to close and lock the door, preventing the possibility of any further interruptions. “Now, where were we?” Carlos asked rhetorically as he re-approached you, cupping your face in his hands.

“I was admiring your body,” you admitted without shame, desperate to pick up where the two of you left off.

“Right, right… and I was saying you don’t have to be shy to touch me.” Leaning in to connect your lips, his hands, soon after, slid from your cheeks and slowly down your neck, creeping to your shoulders and then down the length of your arms until they reached your wrists. Eagerly, but gently he guided your hands up to his toned abdomen, encouraging you to caress him to your heart’s content. Entranced by the passion in his kiss, you were unable to resist the invitation to feel him up so you did; delicately you traced every crevice with your fingertips and explored every inch of his exposed torso, working your way up from his v-cut to his pecks.

Your breath hitched in your throat and heat rushed between your legs at the feeling of Carlos thrusting his hips flush against you, revealing to you how hard he’d gotten. Knowing now that he wanted you made your desire for him amplify more than you even thought possible; while still eagerly savoring the taste of his lips and tongue you pulled your uniform tie loose and aggressively began unbuttoning your dress shirt.

“Hasty, aren’t you?” Carlos pulled away with a smirk spread across his glistening lips.

“I want you,” you admitted without hesitation, peeling your top from your shoulders and letting the garment fall to the floor. “I’ve been wanting to for a while now, but our schedules just haven’t been able to line up…”

“Aw, baby,” Carlos cooed, wrapping his arms around your torso to unhook your bra, “You should have told me. I could have snuck you into my dorm any time… and bought some condoms ahead of time.” Pinning you against the closed lockers, he peppered kisses along your neck whilst he tenderly cupped one of your breasts in his palm. As his plump lips worked their way further down your collarbone and chest, it wasn’t long before they encompassed your free nipple, sucking and nipping at it without neglecting your other breast, continuing his fondling with gentle, circular motions.

“It’s ah-alright…” you struggled to speak amongst Carlos’s amazing service, “I s-started birth control a-as soon as we started da-ating…”

“Hm, wow. What a good girl,” he hummed in delight as he slid even further down your body, his hands grazing your hips before smoothly slipping them under your uniform skirt to hook his fingers into the waistband of your panties. “You’ve been preparing for this all along, huh?”

“Yes,” you gulped in anticipation, and before you could say anything more, he had your panties pooled at your ankles and you could feel your own wetness trickling down your inner thighs.

“Yeah, I see that.” He observed with a deep chuckle, brows raised in amusement as he swatched a sample of the copious arousal seeping through your lower lips. Chills ran down your spine as you watched him take your essence into his mouth and lick his fingers clean with a satisfied expression on his face. “You taste delicious,” he praised as he guided you to sit on one of the benches and pushed your skirt up enough for him to see you in all your glory.

Hooking one of your legs over his shoulder, his tongue wasted no time delving into the depths of your slick folds, briefly teasing your entrance before slowly dragging his wet muscle up to your clit. After circling and flicking it a few times bare, his lips joined in on the fun, enveloping the sensitive bulb as his tongue continued with its skillful stimulation.

“Mm-ngh… Carlos…” you whimpered in a failed attempt to stifle your moan out of fear that a random passerby outside would hear what was going on; but whatever magic your boyfriend was working down there felt so damn amazing that he managed to break you just a little bit. You didn’t think your stamina was all that bad, but now he definitely had you second guessing.

“C-Carlo-os I-I’m—“

“Close? I know,” he interrupted smuggly, pulling away only momentarily to speak before he resumed God’s work, but with a kick this time. To your surprise, he slipped two of his slender digits into your core, adding stimulation from the inside whilst his mouth continued its assault from the outside.

“C-Carlos—!?” you squealed, face scrunched and toes curled as he effortlessly pushed you over the edge. Though it wasn’t much to work with, you gripped the back edge of the narrow locker room bench from behind for dear life as the bliss exploding from between your legs surged through the rest of your trembling body. The orgasm he induced had you feeling so weak that it felt like your arms could give out on you any second, but you did everything in your ability to hold yourself up because more than anything, you didn’t want the euphoria to end.

You didn’t do it consciously, but you must’ve made a disappointed sound or expression as the warmth of his mouth and fingers receded, but with his clean hand, Carlos tilted your chin up to place the most chaste kiss to your lips. “Don’t look so sad. Y’know I’m not done yet, right?”

Swinging a leg over the bench, he straddled it facing you as his hands went straight to his belt, then pants, hastily undoing both of them enough to access the waistband of his briefs. “Babe, c’mere,” he called in a deep, sultry tone that immediately perked you up, “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

You watched like a hawk as his hooked thumb pulled the spandex material over the prominent bulge hidden beneath, the suspense of the reveal making you utterly restless in your seat. When his firm manhood finally sprang from the confines, you felt like you could come again in that instant just from looking at it; it was even sexier than you could’ve ever imagined.

“Well, don’t just stare,” he chuckled, obviously flattered by your reaction, “Come here and give me a nice fastball right down the middle so I can hit a homerun, hm? Or maybe a few if you can go for that long.”

That was all you needed to hear to completely drop your self-restraints and pounce him like a bitch in heat. It took you about point five seconds to position yourself on top of him while he gently guided your hips down to align his tip perfectly with your entrance. Having absolutely zero patience, you lowered yourself onto him, letting his girth stretch your cavernous flesh as his length inched its way up to kiss your womb. 

“Damn, baby. Does it feel okay?” he half asked, half groaned, to which you nodded aggressively because you were actually far beyond okay… you were more like in heaven or something to that caliber. “Tell me if something hurts or doesn’t feel good,” he assured as he steadily thrusted his hips upward, then retracted just as slowly to gauge your response to his movement before picking up the pace.

“It’s good, but…” you mumbled breathily as you wrapped your arms and legs around his torso, face nuzzling into his neck, “Please go faster…”

“Faster?” he questioned with a chuckle, “I can’t deny a request like that, but still make sure to tell me if it hurts.”

Not even a moment after you gave him an affirmative nod, his hands were on your ass, stabilizing you while he bucked his hips up into you like a wild animal, making you bounce erratically on top of him.

“A-ah… Ca-arlo-os…!” you cried out choppily, the feeling of his cock pulverizing your insides making your whole mind go blank; the only thing you could process was how good he was making you feel and how close you were to coming again.

“You okay?” Carlos asked breathily without slowing his pace at all, “Too fast?”

“I-I’m s-so c-clo-ose…” you moaned barely coherently, given how winded the bouncing was making you.

“Then come. Don’t be shy,” he growled, his throaty groans making your insides churn, the end drawing even nearer in only a matter of seconds. It only took a few more strokes before your toes were curling, nails digging into his muscular back as the tension in your core rapidly unraveled until the tingling feeling of euphoria burst inside of you, making you cry out into his neck while your tender walls pulsated around his angry cock. His thrusting slowed, but not to a complete stop as you came down from that hell of a high.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, baby,” he groaned with his brows knit together and head rolled back, “Think you can go one more time?”

“W-wha–? Ah–!” Before you could even really answer he was back to relentlessly bucking his hips up into you and bouncing you like a freakin’ basketball. You didn’t actually think you could come again, but after another ten seconds or so of him hitting that glorious spot within, you could feel a third climax creeping up on you, threatening to strike at any given moment. To your surprise, a deep grunt resonated from Carlos’s broad chest, making you gasp and the feeling of warmth filling your insides followed soon after. The sheer thought of the situation was enough to give you that final push over the edge, making you squeal from both pleasure and a hint of overstimulation; you could barely even breathe by the time Carlos’s movements came to a stop.

“I must say…” he started with a breathy chuckle, still obviously catching his breath, “I didn’t think you’d actually come three times. I’m impressed.”

“I didn’t think so either…” you replied just as breathlessly, “You were just… so good…”

“I’m not the lead-off man for nothing. As long as I hit, I can get on base.”

“Can you stop with the stupid baseball puns?” you giggled and whacked him lightly on the chest.

“Why? You think they’re funny don’t you?” he laughed with you.

“No, they’re stupid…” But despite your answer, you were still loopy and laughing as you spoke. Cupping his face in your hands, you pulled him into a loving kiss, tongues dancing between your lips. The moment was soon ruined, however, by the sound of pounding on the door and a voice that both of you were hoping not to hear again for the rest of the evening.

“Are you guys done in there yet?” Mei yelled without even the slightest hint of remorse.

“No, why?” Carlos snapped back.

“I left my phone in there! We didn’t even go to yakiniku yet!”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

“Ugh, can you just hurry up?! Make up for what all of us had to hear out here!”

“No one said you had to listen.”

“It was hard not to with how loud you guys were!”

Shaking his head, Carlos gave up arguing with his snarky teammate, knowing that if he wanted to, they could go on forever. “Hold still, alright? I’m gonna get you cleaned up,” he announced to you as he stood up from the bench and walked into the bathroom to grab some toilet paper to wipe the remnants from both you and the bench. He helped you gather your clothes and redress before redressing himself, and thankfully he put a shirt on too. Once the two of you helped each other to look presentable enough to go out to dinner, you nervously followed behind Carlos as he unlocked and opened the locker room door.

“Finally!” the blonde nearly yelled, pushing through the door into the locker room. “Jesus, it’s so stuffy in here!”

“It’ll air out in a few minutes,” Carlos answered back as he grabbed your hand and led you out. “We’re going to dinner now. Bye,” he added as he quickly rushed out before Mei could catch up. He knew he’d hear all about it from the team later tonight because there’s no doubt that Mei told everyone, but that was a problem he’d deal with after you guys enjoyed your romantic dinner. Afterall, it’s not every day the two of you get to spend quality time together like this.

“Oh and by the way…” you spoke up as the two of you walked hand in hand towards the school exit, “Sorry I missed the scrimmage… I forgot I had cram school and couldn’t make it back in time.”

“I know,” he replied, unphased, “I realized after I asked you that our scrimmage was during your cram school time. I thought maybe you said yes because it got canceled this week or something like that, but as soon as I saw you didn’t come I knew you just forgot about it.”

“Oh…” you chuckled sheepishly, embarrassed but relieved that he apparently had it all figured out already. “So… this means you’re not upset with me right?”

“No? Of course not. Dinner is the important part; that’s our date. I only invited you to the game because you said you like to watch me play. There will be plenty of other ones for you to watch though so don’t even worry about it.”

You could feel a grin tugging at your lips at the sound of his reassuring words as you wondered how you were so lucky to have found such a laid-back and understanding boyfriend. Even as a busy, first string baseball player at a prestigious school, he never failed to set aside adequate time to spend with you. It’s his effort and consideration that makes your moments together so much more special and always worth the wait.

[jacksdinonuggets]

Little Hunter and Caregiver Darius! I made this one up but requests ARE still open.

It was about half a year since the start of rebuilding the Isles. Hunter was still 16 and lived with Darius. The Abomination witch got a house near the market so that Hunter can visit his friends without a staff.

The house was a medium house with a small basement. Darius had known for a while that Hunter was an age regressor and decided to turn the basement into a playroom/Nursery. It had a bed with small bars on the side, two chests for his toys, a counter with cabinets, a mini fridge, a sink, colorful play mats along the floor, and a mobile hanging above the bed.

One day, when Darius went to the kitchen to get a shot of Apple blood, he heard something come from the basement. He decided to investigate and headed downstairs. He went into the Playroom and saw the place was a mess. It looked ransacked. Darius hated it when there was a mess. But when he saw Hunter in the middle of it, throwing everything around, he knew he couldn't get mad at him.

"What's wrong, Little prince?" He said, leaning against the door frame.

"I can't find him!"

"Who can't you find?"

"Lucky!" He kind of snapped. Lucky was Hunter's wolf stuffy. He named him that because he was the last one in stock when He, Camila, Luz, and Vee went to the mall. 

After throwing the last items from the toy chest, he sat down frustratedly with a 'humph'. He crossed his arms as tears exited his eyes.

"Don't cry, little one, I'll help you find him," Darius kneeled down next to the child.

"Weally?!"

"Of course. Now, where was the last place you put him?" Darius rubbed the boys back to sooth him

"I dun wemebel (remember)" he threw his hands up in frustration.

Darius tried to think of the last place Hunter had Lucky. He remembered that he had taken the wolf stuffy outside to play.

"How about we check outside? You played with him on the swingset yesterday," Darius reminded him.

"Oh yeah!" Hunter got up and Darius gave him a piggyback ride to the backyard.

However, no stuffed wolf was to be found. Hunter was really starting to freak out. His hands flapped up and down and tapped his thigh as he began whimpering.

Then Darius remembered something very important to this situation. He picked Hunter up and carried him back inside. However, instead of taking him back to the playroom, he took him to the small laundry room they had right next to it. The playroom had a curtain in its doorway and the laundry room had an actual door, making a small hallway in the basement, separating the two rooms

Darius set Hunter down in the hallway before going into the very small laundry room (it could barely hold two people). He dug through the clean laundry basket before eventually finding the stuffy. Yesterday, when Hunter went on the swings with Lucky, He fell into the mud, dirtying not just himself, but also the stuffy. When Darius gave him a bath, he had put Lucky in the washer.

He came out of the laundry room, holding the stuffy behind his back.

"Guess who I found~" Darius sing-songed. He pulled Lucky from behind his back.

Hunter gasped and grabbed the stuffy. It felt so soft and soothing. The smell was also really good. He loved the smell of freshly washed/dried clothes.

"T'ank you, Dadwius!" He hugged the man tightly.

As Hunter hugged him, Darius was in aw. As the hug stayed, all he could think of was

'This must be what parental love is like'

[fountainpenguin]

"I learned quickly that perseverance stood between a cat and her new best friend- (Me!)" (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 14 - “Kindle (Pearl, Impulse)”

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Pearl's barely begun playing Session 2 when Scott calls her back to the portal hub. See, she's on the buddy program list, and there's a new refugee in New Star Station who's a little... Well. Different. His name is Rhetoric, and in the eyes of the game, he doesn't exist.

While Pearl sorts that out, Impulse mines the ore to craft a clock...

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

PearlescentMoon - Bat

Quarry: Etho

Hunter: Unknown

Allegiance: Lush Cave Alliance

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Pearl is on-server for what feels like eight minutes and eleven seconds before Scott logs onto Dog's Life, pleads for her, Ren, and Martyn to log out, and jumps off again. Pearl relays this information to Tango, who turns his head. He, uh… He doesn't push away from the thin ring of basalt that stands between them and a drop to certain splashy lava death. He's leaning over it pretty far. And that's fine! To each their own, y'know?

Still kinda stresses me out, though. Since ghasts can die from their own fireballs, I'm not sure they're fireproof… so I'm glad I'm not the one carrying those hybrid traits right now.

A ripple passes down Tango's white-tipped tail, though his expression is curious, not annoyed. Several ghast tendrils lie long and coiled around him. A few of them ripple too, and Pearl is grateful for the new mod she put (with Grian's blessing) that spells the word Ghast above his head. Finally, Tango does flip around, though he braces his elbows on the wall. "Well, I mean… He must need you for something pretty serious if he's pulling you away this early. C'mon, though… It's only been a couple seconds for him since you came on, right?"

That is weird… Pearl glances over the rim of the basalt drop. One relatively small ghast bobs below. It's one of the little ones translucent enough to show its massive beating heart. "I guess so? I've not actually taken the time to experiment with the way it works. It's so confusing living in Simmers' Quarter-"

"Oh, yeah… Yeah, they play around with time a lot over there, don't they? That'll really mess you up. Some of your neighbors pop back the next day zoned out of their minds like they've been gone for years, right?"

Pearl chuckles. Sort of. It's mostly drowned in the distant, warbled mews of ghasts and the crackle of the lava. The Nether air is thick with smoke. The oxygen is thick here. She really needs a drink. At least this should be a quick visit… She doesn't plan to stay here with Tango half as long as she did with Martyn back in Double Life. But if they get carried away… Cleo and Jimmy will understand. Probably. At least they have each other.

Actually, given Cleo's track record, maybe I do want to be careful.

She checks the comm again. You know, there's something pathetic and cruel about all this. The irony is omnipresent and its laughs tickle at her ears. Scott certainly wanted nothing to do with her in Double Life, even though they got along well the season before. They thrived, actually, back in Last Life. He won the season and Pearl made it to the final four. They faced each other in the finals of Double Life with snow up to their ankles, Scott clutching Cleo's limp body in his arms and Pearl holding a panting wolf by the collar, fingers wedged beneath the leather strap.

How fitting, y'know… all the snow. Wind whistled, swishing snowflakes through the air. Few words were exchanged. Mostly staring eyes and heaving chests. Puffing breaths, visible in the air. Wolves growled, Scott bent his head over Cleo's unmoving form, and splintered sparks curled down both their cheeks. It always ends like this, in Grian's games. They always start of fun and full of life, then tear her to her core.

She loves the rush. She really does.

Double Life ended in a burst of TNT, set off at Scott's own hand. And maybe they didn't get along, and maybe it had its miserable and lonely moments (especially where roleplay and Between interactions blurred into bitter avoidance, like he didn't want to see her at all).

Two seasons later, here he is… come crawling back to coax her from the dark. What's she to do with that information? Scott probably wouldn't taste his own medicine even if she poured it in a sugar spoon and shoved it straight down his throat. He'd cough it up and squirm and spit it right back in her face.

Well, maybe I could do a little better at inviting him out in Between… Without regular Empires interaction, she sort of fell off the map where Scott's concerned. Maybe she likes it that way.

And maybe I don't.

It's… difficult (hanging out with Scott) because it's easy (for Tango and Jimmy to get along; for Martyn and Cleo to have clear lines of disinterest in the sand; for Etho and Joel to tumble twinkle-eyed into mischief even after all this time). This feeling swishing inside her soul isn't even jealousy. Seriously, that is not the issue. Muddlement might be the better word. Confusion and muddlement.

And it's not hard because of Double Life, exactly, because roleplay isn't supposed to cut this deep. It's difficult for reasons undefinable. It's difficult because it doesn't have to be. Scott never meant to, but he made the rejection hurt a lot more, y'know? To do this so soon after he came out to her about the whole 'allay' thing and pressed forward, practically pleading for an extension of their queerplatonic relationship to cross from Last Life into Between. He was coming off a break-up with Jimmy. He probably wasn't in his best frame of mind, and the emotions of Last Life were still tangled and raw for both of them.

She did turn him down, though. You know, that's what really stinks. Why does she feel so much guilt about it, even after all this time? She really handled that information overload as best as she possibly could. She didn't do it over comm. She didn't drag it out. It was all in private, too, though maybe she could've waited for him to put his jacket on again. And she looked him in the eyes (most the time), and saw two little hearts break inside his pupils like shattered snow globes dumping liquid to the floor.

"I'm sorry, Scott… I'm not really interested…"

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[awesomehoggirl]

EXT. BUSTLING FLORENCE -- DAY -- YEAR 1436

The Italian Renaissance has just started to kick. TRIXIE MATTEL!AZIRAPHALE is looking up at the newly completed duoma atop the Florence Cathedral -- half smiling, half smirking. Unbeknownst to her, KATYA!CROWLEY is sidling over, cast in darkness by the great building's shadow.

KATYA: It kind of looks like a titty.

Trixie jumps dramatically with a yelp she twists into a comedic gasp, bringing her hands up to press against her chest.

TRIXIE: Fuckin' bitch! I thought you were busy whoring around in Russia with -- with -- Scary Face. Scary Eyes.

KATYA: Dmitriy the Terrible Eyes? Oh, girl, Yury of Moscow died forever ago. That was the fourteenth century, and this --

She steps back grandly, gestures to the cathedral with an indelicate flourish --

Is the fifteenth.

TRIXIE: Four million bricks and the invention of linear perspective. Not bad for a few decades' work, huh?

KATYA: Not bad for Filippo Brunelleschi?

TRIXIE: Well, if he had any divine inspiration -- (stretched out, on a smile) -- I wouldn't say it went amiss.

KATYA: So you're dipping into cathedrals now, that's really interesting. And STEM!

Standing still appears too much of a challenge. She begins to hop around TRIXIE in a circle.

TRIXIE: I'm a Renaissance woman.

KATYA: You seem smug. You're smug as a pastor, Mary.

TRIXIE: Cathedrals are such a good investment. Every time someone walks inside it's like, ding! One point. Ding! Two points. (In an airy, showy voice) I'm business savvy like that, you know? I'm like a Venetian merchant.

KATYA: Venice! I was just in Venice. Big fat fuckin' port. And boats in the streets. In the streets, mama!

She pauses, like she's registering something.

You were in Venice recently?

TRIXIE: It's kinda been a pet project of mine. The Republic of Venice. Isn't it great?

KATYA: No, it isn't great. I mean, I think it's great. You shouldn't think it's great.

TRIXIE, smile gone wooden, like she doesn't get it: Why? Because they're warring with Rome? I can't stop them warring with Rome.

KATYA: Because you're -- (she gestures wildly, ducks her head, like it's embarrassingly blatant) -- you're an angel. And it's like, a freaking hotbed of exploitation and malodorous sin.

TRIXIE, now laughing, giggly and nervous: What the actual fuck?

KATYA: Hell commended me for their financial system, that's why I was -- it's like, apparently I invented capitalism. But they do that shit on their own all the time. So I checked it out myself, and sure enough, they have an elite mercantile class exploiting the poor, and I was like cool, yeah, they've only fuckin' brought us one step closer to The Really Really Big One--

TRIXIE: Oh. That's why you're in Italy. (She sucks on her lower lip). Well, that's not actually possible, because I engineered their financial system. Venice is all wealthy and happy and shit.

KATYA: Yeah! Yeah, a couple are wealthy and happy! (Her face quick-changes from passion to incredulity, to gutwrenching dejection. Her voice goes soft and worried). You engineered all that?

TRIXIE: They commended me on it.

The moment, the realisation, hangs like icicles in the air. They look up at the cathedral -- the sun has moved so they both are cleaved in its shadow.

TRIXIE: We've got years. Centuries. This won't -- it won't change shit, Katya.

KATYA: But Venice is fucked. It's fucked, the merchants are fucked, they're so greedy--

TRIXIE: Heaven commended me on it. (It's shrill. She clears her throat subtly). Girl, humans are always -- being fucked. Doing fucking. (She shrugs). You're, like, being all bleeding heart about this when you personally oversaw the spread of syphilis, so...

KATYA, upset: They're all gonna die anyway, so it's whatever, right? If they're suffering while they live?

TRIXIE: Mary, don't get weird with this. Rome will probably stamp them out anyway. Or the Medici.

KATYA: The Medici. (Like she's thinking). You know, I've been sleeping since Yury of Moscow. I fucking hate all of this bullshit.

TRIXIE: Careful. (Beat). Well -- I mean -- I heard the Mongols invading everyone was you. Everyone thinks you're ruling this -- like, totally killing it. They even respect you up my end.

KATYA, miserably: So I'm Heaven's favourite demon. (Another beat). Honestly, the way they're squeezing out slimy baby-viscera all over this place, you could probably sleep for a couple centuries too. Play hooky.

TRIXIE, half as a joke: Are you tempting me?

KATYA: No. Hell, sock it to sloth, you should do my job for me. (A shrug). You can really do whatever.

The cathedral looms. She's gloomy and TRIXIE is antsy. She wants to make her laugh, wants her to be pleased. She wants their easy banter back, but she can't see where she went wrong just yet.

TRIXIE: It doesn't look like a fucking tit.

[birdybirdnerd]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love <333

AAHHH oh boy time to perceive myself

Gotta say at the top of the list would have to be Somewhere Else, my ongoing TSP fic that I've been working on since 2018 (ignoring the two and a half years there I abandoned it whoops). > Stanley and the Narrator escape the Parable, and are forced to learn how to navigate being human and forming connections.

Battling for top stop of favorite, because it is THE most self indulgent thing I've ever written, is Fate or a Fool's Errand, a Pendragon/Final Fantasy XII crossover I've been working on since late 2021. It's currently on a break as I get some life stuff in order. > Bobby Pendragon, a young Bhujerban noble, is dragged away from his comfortable and familiar life and thrown into the middle of a continents-wide Revolution.

Unexpected Meeting (a Pendragon fic) holds a very dear, special place in my heart despite how old and honestly kind of clunky it is, because of two things: one, that it solidified a number of friendships that were tentative at the time of writing, that have become a few of my closest and longest held friends; and two, because it was the first introduction of my character Dr. Mary Joy, who has become so, so dear to me. Also WARNING this one both has graphic NSFW content and also uh. Suicide ideations and an attempt. Yeah. > AU where the war ends up going on for a lot longer, and Bobby needs a break. Visiting a bar, he ends up crossing paths with a seriously depressed Saint Dane, and everything changes.

anchors at your fingertips was a Magnus Archives drabble thing I wrote on Tumblr based on a long-forgotten post, and even though it was written prior to season five (or even the s4 finale maybe? Can't recall) it still holds a special place in my heart. Short and sweet, but. Guh. I love deep friendships. > Jon and Daisy find each other in the Buried, and then again at the end of it all

...okay this one may be a copout because it's technically a collection of stories but, Hundred Meetings is a Pendragon AU collection of first meetings between Bobby and Saint Dane and it's spawned some VERY fun stories in the (checks date) seven years since I started it. I ended up expanding a few as additions to the series and. It's fun. Its so fun. > As it says on the tin, a hundred (give or take (not actually lmao)) different ways these two could have first met, and possibly started falling in love.

Uhhhh oh god. Now I get to see how many writers I know that I could send this to.

[furballfaggot]

my buddy convinced me to make an animal jam play wild account since it actually still gets proper updates and so far my feelings have been. mixed. overall i havent done nearly as much as anyone else bc my account has existed for maybeee 2 or 3 hours? so this is just my first impressions. im also kinda biased bc ive been playing animal jam classic for years and years and YEARS. back when 9 + 10 = 21 was still unironically funny and every cool kid in class read warriors. might update this post with extra thoughts as i go along! all opinions below the cut bc this is an absurdly long post

ive only played a few levels of overflow (and it might be because i played on expert because i Definitely have no overbearing hubris casting a shadow upon my better judgement) but the gem payout being higher than AJC for each level you complete is a very welcome change (2 gems times X number, seemingly determined by how long your path is, vs AJPWs i think it was like 5 gems times X number determined by how long your path is? either that or like 10. idk i blew a whole half hour on overflow alone and it was almost 6 AM by the time i finished so my brains kinda muddled)

also, membership has become far less of an overbearing nightmare monster for AJPW in comparison to AJC! thats a good thing! personally i think that membership just Shouldn't but thats because i think any monetarily-accessed subscription anythings just Shouldn't especially in this day and age. i got to go to the clothing store and buy things i liked and i didnt just have to longingly stare at the paywalled options like a maiden gazing out to sea and it felt great

dont like how theres so many fewer options for shopping for Like Everything but its a far more ambitious game than AJC what with everything being 3d modeled, and its got a younger target demo and theyre usually happy with whatever looks cool, so it checks out. haha. funny pun that was intended definitely. whats there is also pretty great and the den item options you get started off with are both way more cool and way more More than classic in its hayday. idk about the ajc starting den items now though i dug my old account from the ashes of who i once was when i decided to pick classic up again. i dont actually remember if you start with any den items in ajc now that i think about it i might be misremembering. that still means play wild has that point against classic though. shame theres no water animals but they could maybe possibly be added in an update pretty please wildworks if by some miracle youre reading this i am begging and pleadi

really my main issue so far is with how many things cost real-world money. theres next to nothing that requires a membership to even be bought aside from one members-only map location my buddy warned me about beforehand -- which, as a reluctant f2p since literally like 5th grade, ive been playing this game for Far too long, i do genuinely appreciate -- but boy oh boy you can sure tell this was mainly developed as a mobile game. there is so much pay-real-money-for-trinkets stuff and you just Cannot disable that menu. at least let me get rid of the little button that tells me i can spend the hard-earned bucks on moms credit card to get 1/4th the amount of animals of AJC man thats all i ask of this part

also this is largely unrelated but can i just say i DESPISE how many things are like "hi heres a welcome bonus :) oh but you need to pay like 3 bucks for it. yeah its usually 5 but for a Special New Player Like You? its a steal!" like thats not a welcome bonus thats an entry fee. i know thats like a paltry amount of money compared to most things Just Ever but its also coming from a guy whos family usually has zero money to spare

[theology101]

Let me tell you a story. It's 2018, I'm fourteen years old with an ego untempered by mental illness and an unhealthy amount of validation when it came to me and ASOIAF on both here and Quora, and being accidentally exposed to a type of soft-core fetish when I was far, far too young. Basically, I was going hog fucking wild with little to no regard for anything, at all. I made a fanfiction called “She Wolf of the Rock” - me poorly attempting to understand my concept of gender (Because i was lowkey jealous of Cersei being Hot and a Woman because of weird family shit related to my own sister being super cool and me… lets not get into it)

I wrote a chapter or more, a day, for about two weeks. That got me about fifteen chapters of this fic, and six of the sequel (because oh yeah, my first-ever fic was going to be a trilogy) before I inevitably got burnt out. I stopped, sat down and really read my fic and thought "Man, this is dog shit."

So I deleted the entire second fic, ended the series and washed my hands of it. Since then, despite my best efforts, it remains my most popular fanfic ever by basically every metric I have. Seriously, I checked.

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1lJB4IgmLP6xvK6oQqwxTofI5mAstNZNrwb2iBSClyOI/edit?usp=sharing

And that used to make me really frustrated! In the five years since I started this, I think that I have drastically improved as both an author and, even more importantly, as a reader. And that can really be seen with the continuity, grammar, and character growth - and all of those can be boiled down to the fact that I was rushing. This was about 2-3k words a day - I didn't have time to stop and spell check that stuff, it was just GO! GO! GO!, you know? And I think it kind of suffered for it. I've tried to improve that - a lot of my newer fics have the same amount of dialogue as this fic, it's just I've learned to actually give the characters a bit more... nuance. This is surprising, I know, but having 200-300 words for a character before switching scenes is... not ideal. For Two There Must Be, the spiritual successor to this Fic, I don't even consider a POV finished until it crosses 2k words. Which is certainly... a change.

So, as I said, I was frustrated. But recently, I've turned around on it. Maybe because I'll hit half a decade of Fanfic soon, maybe because that bit of ego never went away, but I've come back and I kind of genuinely like this fic. Do I think it's... well written? No. Do I think it is entertaining, however? Yes.

And honestly? I think that's kind of the joy of fanfiction. It's silly, and dumb, and not very well written, but it WAS written with a lot of genuine enthusiasm and love. And I think that, despite its many flaws, me and many other readers can appreciate this silly little work for what it is. And I can appreciate as being the first real fanfic I ever wrote.

Maybe one day I'll come back to it, force her to undergo major structural rewrites, probably rerelease whole chapters. IE, chapter 16 will be Chapter 1, redux (Or remastered? Something like that, I'll workshop that when I have time a year or two from now, I think). When that does happen, eventually, each chapter will probably be... monstrous in size as I fully flesh out each POV. I'll probably move things around, probably cut things too if need be, and see how it goes.

write bad fanfic. write mediocre fanfic. write fanfic that a thousand people before you have already written. write niche fanfic. write fanfic that only a few people will read or understand. write fanfic just for you. write fanfic just for a friend. write ocs. write self-inserts. the fact that you’re taking the time and energy to put your ideas into the world is amazing and people who shame you for it need to find better ways to spend their time.

[brennacedria]

So yeah, getting home today was an adventure.

The bridge I needed to take the first way I took was closed. No notices anywhere, just cops all over. I assumed it was a wreck, did a u-turn, and made my way back how I came

Get back to the highway I came from. Turn right. After about a half mile someone starts frantically hitting their horn. Like, not laying on it but constantly tapping it. I'm pretty sure I haven't cut anyone off, and nothing appears to be wrong with my car. I keep going.

About 300 feet later, Whoever With The Horn is still doing their Thing. I get to the next stoplight, this beat up 15-20 year old Ford expedition pulls beside me at the light. The guy is waving like wtf. I'm more than a little concerned, but I put down my window since theirs is down too.

"OH MY GOD WHERE'D YOU GET THAT FAIRY TAIL STICKER ON YOUR CAR???"

Y'all. This dude just about gave his car an aneurism to ask me about a sticker. Of course after telling him, I did the guild salute out the window of my car.

Anyway. I continue my detour, noticing that there's a LOT more traffic than usual coming the opposite direction. At least double, maybe more. It doesn't actually affect me tho, and I'm still laughing in my head over the Fairy Tail guy.

The entire 2nd interstate is closed and being diverted. Onto my interstate. Three more miles at a crawl.

Get onto the interstate. Immediately run into stopped traffic. Traffic doesn't stop going this direction at night. So yeah, I'm thinking now something might actually be up.

One mile at a crawl. Two. The guy who asked about my sticker is next to me again, and he does the Fairy Tail guild salute out his car window. Three miles. I can finally see the other interstate, the one I couldn't get to because of that closed bridge.

FINALLY, all of the diverted traffic has gotten off at its alternate exit. Everyone going my way? We're driving good now. We get to the end of the interstate as it comes back into town, and at the first light I glance at my phone

Well, shit. That was my bridge! I can't look at anything else tho, cause the lights are all changing.

Finally, I get home.

I am accosted by a German shepherd. We don't have dogs. My mother and father in law don't have dogs. But there is 100-something pounds of German shepherd demanding scritches at my elbow.

FINALLY finally, I get upstairs and can check on the chaos I narrowly avoided.

HOLY FUCK.

That's almost five miles of the heaviest corridor in the county completely closed in both directions. That corridor brings people into Savannah from two other counties every morning and sends them all back every night.

I'm lucky; I was coming south east on 516, so even my standstill was more like a crawl, and my crawl was heavy normal traffic. Those fuckers going west? Absolutely SCREWED.

Even worse, most of them -- thousands of them -- have no idea how to get through the back roads. They're going to be stuck following the default detours and won't be home for HOURS.

Just.... Wow. I'm home and all now but that was an experience.

[waxsuyaaa]

beware! large amounts of yapping ahead!

okay its time for me to complain about people because my journal isnt cutting it for my standards in actually wordvomiting everything before I sleep

yay so theres one girl in my class, all stories I could ever say always start with “so there is one person in my class” im not original and neither are they because theres like 10 different boys and they all look and sound the same to me I havent memorised their names after 2 years and 3 of them have the same last name

okay so theres this one girl in my class and y’know how theres always a duo in a trio and apparently im always the one leeching off of other peoples friendships because im always the new person at the school for whatever reason and im probably never going to have a genuine friend group because either i dont try enough or people in schools absolutely suck (im leaning towards the latter option because I dont wanna blame myself)

OKAY im the singular loner oh so sad person in the trio and the other 2 people have so much in common like hey theyre family friends and like the same music and talk about men all the time and never strike a conversation with me and im the person who they pair up with and talk to when theres a task which we are in groups of 3s

so a teacher brought in taylor swift merchandise and I saw one of those light up wristbands and apparently the other 2 ppl who I *think* im friends with also like taylor swift (more than me, because im a wretched fake fan or whatever) and one of them says if they can have the wristband because it was the only one from the eras tour the teacher had and then she offered to buy it off me for 20 bucks and hey you know where this is going

she hasnt paid me in the half a year since that and I keep reminding her and she keeps telling me to remind her and she keeps on going “im gonna pay you next week I promise” like shut up if you’re not gonna keep your promise just say it. if you dont have the money literally just say it and next time we walk to your house you could give the wristband back

but actually the audacity like last week for her to say “why am i even paying you for this its just a bracelet” when we already agreed on it and i may be extremely petty but she could have said its freaking worth is only 5 cents or whatever and then her attempt to GUILT TRIP ME because her allowance is only a dollar everytime she does a chore?? and the fact she said oh just ask [the other person in the friend group] to pay?? like hey hello what this is just between you and i

and the fact that the other person in the friend group stands up for her is just ouchh what yeah I know them two were besties since they were in the womb and maybe even in a past life they were actually intertwined plants or whatevr

and they talked right in front of me just back and forth “oh you dont have to pay her its not worth it” “real friends dont owe people things its just out of kindness” and im like HEY IM RIGHT HERE BEHIND YOU and the fact they kept checking behind them to see if I was eavesdropping which was so incredibly easy because they were literally talking so loud I swear my life is recorded or something and theyre speaking loudly so the viewer can be in on the drama

and maybe im making drama out of nothing but these two CALL ME BESTIE and every single time i call them out on a fault or something and im like thats not what you said earlier BECAUSE EITHER THEIR MEMORY IS WACK OR THEYRE LIARS theyre just like “oh we’re joking” like what the hell you cannot use jokes to get out of situations

even when im not having a good day and trying to not engage in conversatjon as often theyre always like “why did you talk like that” like huh I didnt know I wasnt allowed to stop smiling for a while

i mean theres more stuff and im still gonna say it ive asked her [the uhh first one] if im interesting or not and she replied yeah sure and when asked why she said oh you say animal facts sometimes like HEY IM AN ACTUAL PERSON and the most interesting thing about me is that I say animal facts sometimes like hey look at me im an encyclopedia its literally like when teachers call me “their little calculator” or whatever also EWW this is why I dont like pet names they suck

so am i overreacting?? yeah

should I be thrown against a wall? yeah

can i sleep? no thats why im writing this