#the future i was promised if i tried my best for my body probably never actually existed and like the adults telling me to work harder
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izzy-b-hands · 2 years ago
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my body needs to get its shit together lmao
#text post#ive always needed rest days after days with a lot of activity but fuck me#i feel like ive got a cold or something with the fatigue and body aches going on like bro#we just did the beach walk then a couple stores then home!! that's nothing come the fuck on!!#but even after resting up yesterday from stuff on sunday (which even with this body stuff I'd do again in a heartbeat. was a good day 🥰)#im still utterly sore and achy and exhausted and it feels utterly ridiculous#im not wheezing like i was yesterday but i just. this isn't right!!!#i feel WORSE than i did when we went to bed but i was just chilling trying to write#and watching secret sleepover society vods like i was literally just sitting there!!!#but i had to resist the urge to skip my shower and just sleep there on my bedroom floor bc#moving is Effort and Ow and i know i gotta keep addressing my internalised ableism#and that accepting when my body needs extra rest is part of it but sometimes i just#everyone told me as long as i kept trying to exercise and eat as best i could (difficult w/all my food shit but i do my best)#that as i got older this stuff would go away#i would acclimate and feel better#instead housemate has helped me confirm our wondering during my trip last year as to if i have asthma#which considering ae does and my symptoms all mirror aer's asthma symptoms to a t i mean. there ya go#add in lingering long covid symptoms and im just not doing as well as i want to be physically and idk how to help it#when a lot of it is stuff that's gone undiagnosed or untreated for years like. the damage to my body is already done#the future i was promised if i tried my best for my body probably never actually existed and like the adults telling me to work harder#had no way to know that technically but also. id be lying if i said im not struggling with and mourning that rn#which feels selfish and silly bc im alive and able enough to get around on my own and i have ppl who care for and help me#but im still sat here like. i want to spend all day walking the beach with a friend and NOT pay for it the next few days damn it
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ahqkas · 1 month ago
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Could you do the bamboos doing the tiktok trend a boy who jacket and kind please
♯JACKED AND KIND ( the batboys doing the ‘jacked and kind’ tiktok trend with you ! )
— gn!reader, dick & jason & tim ( separated ), cursing, not edited
© ahqkas — all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified
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. . . DICK GRAYSON !
this man would literally be so hyped about doing the trend with you!!
your boyfriend stood behind you as you positioned your phone just right, angling it to catch the best angles. he doing some simple stretches, probably the same ones he did whenever he got ready for one of his patrols. you watched in the reflection your phone provided how his navy blue shirt fit his torso, wrapping and stretching around the muscles without any real effort to show off his broad shoulders and muscular arms. you could also point out the faintest smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. he knew exactly how good he looked.
“okay,” you took a step backwards toward him once you were satisfied with the preparation. “don’t let me down.”
a chuckle left his throat at your words while he met you halfway in the steps, taking a few steps forward so he could be standing behind you in order to record the trend. “baby, letting you down isn’t part of my vocabulary. lifting you up, on the other hand . . .” he trailed off with a wink and you managed to lightly slap his bicep before the countdown went off and the video started recording.
the song started playing from the phone — “slim pickins” by sabrina carpenter — and you tensed into position, facing the camera. you felt the warmth of his large hands on your hips before he touched you ( his touch was steady, as if he had done this a million times before ).
with an almost effortless motion, dick lifted you up in the air for a second before you made contact with his shoulder. you squealed in surprise from how quickly the whole thing happened and tried to balance yourself on top of him. he adjusted his grip on your knees while flexing his biceps for the camera, showing off the pure muscle with a large grin etched on his pretty face.
he looked confident, like he was the first man to ever grace the earth, even swaying a bit on his feet. show-off. the song continued playing, and just as the lyrics — “a boy who’s jacked and kind” — faded, dick followed it by lowering your body down in a quick move, catching you in a bridal style before you could even process what was happening.
“dick!” you couldn’t help but gasp this time. you haven’t seen this feature in the trending videos yet, and you were pretty sure you two would end up viral with just this move alone. you could picture the comments already.
“get a room”
“i miss my future bf”
“ON MY PHONE? ON MY WIFI? ON MY ACCOUNT??”
he really was jacked and kind.
. . . JASON TODD !
jason would kill this trend without even trying.
you had been begging him for the last hour about doing one of those new trending tiktok videos. the ones where couples did something ridiculously romantic which caused the whole comment section to show what’s it like to be born a hater (“so cute!! BLOCKED” “reacted "👍🏻" to your message” “i’m sleeping on a highway tonight guys” ). jason had been through countless trends already, but you were extra set on doing this trend with him.
“jason, come on! it’ll be fun, i promise.”
he dropped the book he was reading on the coffee table with a dramatic sigh, turning to look you in the eye. “i swear, every time i turn around, there’s another damn trend going viral.”
but there was no real annoyance in the tone of his voice. he could act all rough and nonchalant, but deep down, he adored you with all his heart and soul. he’d never admit it aloud, but you got him feeling things he didn’t quite know how to process.
you looked over at him with those pleasing eyes he could never resist. “please, jay?”
letting out the biggest sigh you’ve ever heard, your boyfriend stood up from the couch and walked over to where you were standing in front of your phone. “you’re lucky you’re cute,” he muttered under his breath lowly with those beefy arms crossed at his chest.
“i promise this will be the last one.”
“uh-huh.” jason didn’t want it to be the last one.
you turned your head over your shoulder to look at him while you set your phone up. “you know how this works, right? just pick me up and place me on your shoulder.”
you didn’t have a single doubt about him not being able to pick you up. jason was a big guy, he could manhandle you all you he wanted without breaking a sweat, you knew that. he was going to pick you up.
“alright, sweetheart. get over here.”
the song started playing as soon as the timer was up and you felt his hands sliding up your thighs as he bend over a bit before he wrapped his forearms around the meat of your legs. he picked you up effortlessly like you weighed nothing, not a single sound of protest leaving his lips from the motion. your laugh filled the room when you made contact with his broad shoulder and you wrapped your arm around his neck, leaning slightly closer to him for the video to capture.
jason didn’t flex his arms, didn’t need to show his strength off. he simply wrapped his hands around your thighs, fingers kneading the soft muscles as he helped you balance yourself so you wouldn’t fall and make a blooper instead.
“see? no big deal.”
. . . TIM DRAKE !
tim was never one to enjoy attention, especially not the one that came with being on camera.
but when you, with your sweet smile and convincing voice, had asked him to do yet another one of your tiktok trends, he couldn’t really say no.
“tim, please? you’ll love it, i promise,” you pleaded with him, already setting up your phone with the timer set straight on because you knew he wouldn’t resist you. he never did.
and he didn’t this time, either. “what’s this trend about again?”
you practically bounced over to where he was standing with pure excitement written all over your face. “it’s a lifting one. i just need you to pick me up exactly when the songs say ‘a boy who’s jacked and kind’. simple, right?”
“i really don’t think–“
“oh, come on! you’re strong, and you’re always complaining i never let you have fun. this is fun, tim.”
at that, he let out a long sigh while his hand rubbed the back of his neck. he was thinking, deep in thoughts. but you were really really really hard to resist when you got like this — all pleading and loving with him. you had this look in your eye, he had realized, one that said you would never stop bugging him until you got your way. and he realized he was down bad for that look.
“fine. but if i drop you, don’t blame me.”
tim stepped into position behind you, his eyes narrowing as he mentally braced for the lift before the video could ever start. he wasn’t sure how exactly this was supposed to go, but it didn’t look that complicated, right? it was just about picking you up and holding you there for a few seconds. simple. yet, he couldn’t help but overthink the whole thing.
his stance was little awkward, with his hands hovering near your waist as if he wasn’t entirely sure of his footing, trying to maintain that balance between not looking too stiff and not being too casual either.
for a split second, everything was going perfectly. your boyfriend had you in his arms, effortlessly supporting you on his shoulder while your laughter erupted from your throat. you knew tim would be perfect for this trend. but that’s when things went sideways.
his feet shuffled under him and he lost his footing on the carpet beneath him. his balance wavered which caused yours to do just as same, and before he could adjust and save the situation, your body slipped a little too far to one side. tim’s eyes widened, and he made a split-second decision to shift his hands, trying to catch you before you fell completely.
everything happened so fast.
you were halfway to the floor when his arm shot out, catching you by the waist just in time. for a second, it looked like he might’ve actually saved the moment — then his grip faltered, and you were both tumbling to the ground in a tangled mess of limbs.
“ah!”
the two of you collapsed together, but your boyfriend managed to twist in the last moment, taking most of the fall with his own body before you could hit the floor completely. he groaned softly under you with his chest rising and falling rapidly as you lay on top of him, your face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and laughter.
“you almost dropped me.”
“i did drop you,” he replied dryly, but his voice held no real frustration — just the tiniest hint of amusement as he looked up at you.
it might’ve not been a video that would kill the whole trend, but it was a video that would never fail to make you smile. and that was enough for you.
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yanderestarangel · 9 months ago
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Will there possibly be any more Tio Miguel O’Hara au???
𝐌𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 ┆ 𝐓𝐈𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎'𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 - 𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘
꒰∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ ── Hi guys, I remembered I have a blog, hehe:3
˖ ࣪⊹ ִ┈┈┈┈ ♰ ┈┈┈┈ ⊹ ִֶָ𓂅
౨ৎ ⋆。˚ "Before you, silence and emptiness for me were like an open, painful wound that stained my clothes a calloused, uncomfortable red. But with you, silence became just a space to be filled with your laughter and ethereal presence. My thoughts turn to you, my sweet nephew, loose and deliberate... I really shouldn't feel this way, but you don't know how much it affects me just by you being you." - 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: 𝓽𝓲𝓸 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓵.
˖ ࣪⊹ ִ┈┈┈┈ ♰ ┈┈┈┈ ⊹ ִֶָ𓂅
➜ This AU will probably become a fic with non-linear chapters, that is, I will post in non-chronological order of the canonical events that happened. [ There will be several alt. routes and you can suggest more ideas about this AU. ]
˖ ࣪⊹ ִ┈┈┈┈ ♰ ┈┈┈┈ ⊹ ִֶָ𓂅
★☆ Notes: This is a work of dark romance/content, please do not read if you are a sensitive person, I am not romanticizing abuse or abusive relationships, this is just fiction.
♡ ┆ TW: written in the form of a poem, corruption, step!incest, dark romance, ftm reader, abusive relationship, mourning, dumbfication, manipulation, age gap, eat out, creampie, sex without a condom, dub con, afab anatomy
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You weren't so naive as to not notice your Tio's lascivious gaze on your body ─ especially when you wore short, white dresses on hot days, your skin shone with a thin layer of sweat while your curves were otherwise hidden by thicker fabrics and dense spaces were exposed to the world and the cowboy's dark eyes.
The same lips that kissed you so innocently one day, held the hot tongue that would bring your ruin filled with lust. He had a negligent look, a harsh air, he was the same man who had made you taste the fruit of forbidden desire ─ far from everything and everyone, you two did not share the innocent courtship of being just a nephew and uncle... But before for you to stop like a whore, with your legs open for someone you swore would never feel anything... It hadn't started like that.
Desire, like all things in the world, had to have an origin, guidance and explanation ── everything could have started with the cruel grief of losing the wife that Miguel loved so much, the woman's name was not even uttered by his mouth, the same painful memory of lost nights of empty promises cut by the tragic and sharp scythe of death and destiny. The tanned-skinned man spent nights questioning the direction of his life and the classic question: "why me?".
Without an answer however, he sank even deeper into his own mind, the emptiness of his home now without a wife and the future children that were idealized by both of them had not come to fruition.
A foolish, lost and purposeless man was what he was.
So, just as the devil tries to make sin, he had finally found something that filled the void that was once held in his hard and dirty soul ── you. He tried to repress these feelings, it wasn't love, it wasn't a pure and polished love, it was a corrupted feeling of possession and obsession ─ he wanted to control your life, control you and make you his forever, trap you somewhere where you would stay safe from the dangers of the dirty world where they lived; but he himself was this dirt.
Then, slowly he began to enter your life even more like a parasite implanting the dirty thoughts you would later have about him. Taking you away from your family and manipulating everything and everyone into believing that he was the best person to take care of you ─ after all, he was just a concerned Tio... Or not?
Like a waltz with the devil, it all began that hot summer night with a dance ─ without protests and murmurs of complaints you followed him to an isolated place where your family's celebration was taking place that night, the warm orange light coming from the old tile ceiling warmed your cheeks and made you blush even more under the brunette's deep gaze.
Miguel watched as you moved to the music, his gaze mesmerized by the fluidity of your movements. A soft smile graced his lips as he took in the sight before him- the youthful vigor and elegance you possessed. He couldn’t help but be drawn to you, even if it sometimes stirred up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within him.
He wasn't just your tio, was he? No more, if he ever was to begin. His large hand caressed his waist, gently but firmly gripping the fabric of your blouse soft under his touch. His thumb brushed against his back, effortlessly guiding you through the dance.
"My precious angel", he murmured, his voice practically low. "You look like a dream, like a celestial being that has somehow landed among us mortals. It makes me want to take that dream and hold on to it forever."
He brought you closer, as if he was going to devour you ─ He moved like a predator, he looked at you like a predator... He was a predator.
Tio Miguel's lips traced a burning path along the sensitive skin of your neck, each kiss leaving a trail of heat as his hands slid down and squeezed your ass possessively. His breath was hot against your skin, a mix of whiskey and desire that sent shivers down your spine. His moans were hoarse, filled with a primal hunger.
He pulled back slightly, dark eyes ablaze with lust, his gaze falling to your chest, where your breasts strained against the fabric of your blouse. The hunger in his eyes was almost palpable, tacit and obscure, there was no point in running and maybe you didn't even want to escape, it was like a tempting trap that would hurt you deliciously.
"Mi prince," he rasped, his voice rough with need. "You're so beautiful. So fuckin' beautiful."
He let out a low chuckle, the sound dark and predatory, as he grabbed your waist with one hand and pressed you against him. His hardness nudging between your legs, making you aware of his desire for you.
"Let's go somewhere more private, mi vida. It's time to show you just how much I want you." His lips crushed against yours, the intensity of your kiss staggering. His tongue thrust into your mouth, tangling with yours, the taste of whiskey and raw desire overwhelming. His hands moved with purpose, tugging at your clothes, urgently trying to rid you of any barriers between you both. He nibbled gently at your lips, pulling back to whisper against your mouth.
"Don't fight me, mi chico guapo. We both know you want this." With a low growl, he pulled you close once more, your lips crushing against his as your hands moved with purpose. His fingers expertly explored your soft body, teasing and coaxing you to the edge of pleasure. As his thumb brushed your clit, he swallowed your moans, his own desire heightened by the sacred taboo of his actions.
"Tell me if you want me to stop, my life. But I can't promise I will." Miguel said, but you both had the idea that that wasn't what was going to happen, especially when his tongue licked your pink flesh so well and made your legs tremble around his head ── his calloused and warm hands separated the flesh again softness of your thighs, making your breasts bounce and you tremble and whimper slyly for more.
Sin was good, so you two were condemned to a hell of unlimited pleasure and lust, without judgmental looks from others. Just you and your dear Tio Miguel. You moaned dirty, incoherent sentences, just looking for more friction with the other man's mouth, you were both moaning with need ─ you were both a mess of repressed desire and unthought-out consequences.
Your tio's hot tongue left your entrance, but before any scream of protest you saw him take off his pants quickly and lower them to his knees, exposing his muscular thighs and his thick cock with veins pulsing strongly, the smell of musk filled your nose as you felt the heat radiate from the older man’s member.
Uncle Miguel's cock pulsed as it passed your entrance, the swollen head teasing your clit before entering your comfortable, warm pussy. Every inch of their sensitive flesh reveled in the forbidden embrace, eagerly awaiting the moment they would finally become one. He growled softly, muscles tensing as he thrust inside, filling you with his thick erection.
Miguel's grip enveloped you like a vice, the sensation overwhelming you both-- his eyes locked with yours, the intensity of the connection incendiary, as he slowly advanced. His size made him feel huge, stretching you despite the ample lubrication. His moan of pleasure joined his groan of pain, a symphony of raw desire and urgency. His hands shook slightly as he thrust into you, the animalistic sounds of your union echoing in the small space.
Each thrust was deliberate, calculated to maximize his pleasure and his own desire. "Mi rei, are you okay?" he panted, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as he continued to move. "Tell me if you need me to stop..."
Despite the agony of his position and his size, your nod was slow and deliberate. Your eyes never left his, each thrust bringing with it pleasure and submission. You could count how many thrusts there were by the weight of his balls that hit your soft ass, leaving a red, painful mark on your sensitive flesh.
"Good boy... Taking everything in that cute pussy..." He growled as the veins in his neck bulged with each effort of his hips to not stick it all in and feel the tip of his dick tirelessly kiss your uterus ── but he didn't I could scare you now, despite wanting to take out all the frustration and excitement accumulated in your cunt. Your breasts bounced as you cried with fat tears coming down from your orbs, pleasure, guilt and undefined feelings in your mind made you bite your lip and just enjoy the moment.
"Fuck, mi angelito," he groaned, his eyes locked on yours. "F-Fuck, I can't control myself... Mierda-"
His movements became erratic, his need overpowering him as he drove into you, chasing the peak of his release. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body slick with sweat as he thrust deeper, harder, his desire fueling the intensity of your coupling.
"Just like this, mi carinõ," he cried out, his voice hoarse with lust. "Just like this, with you..." His words are the catalyst for your own release, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave, wracking your body with pleasurable contractions that milk him of his release.
Miguel follows suit, his cock twitching inside you as he fills you with his warm, pearly essence, marking you as his once again. He collapses on top of you, his breathing ragged and his heart pounding, both spent from the intensity.
"I don't deserve you, boy, but I need you."
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exhaslo · 1 year ago
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Puzzle Pieces Ch16
(Mafia!Miguel x Shy!Reader)
Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9, Ch10, Ch11, Ch12, Ch13, Ch14, Ch15
Warning: Smut so Minors DNI, mentions of abuse, torture, blood, murder, language, fluff, bullying, mentions of sex, praise, shower sex, aftercare
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The sky was cloudy as snow started to fall heavily upon the city. A sudden chill ran up your spine as you tried to cover yourself up in the blanket some more. The heat was on, but you still felt the cold from outside.
Your body felt weak and exhausted from yesterday. While there was the relief of Eddie never bothering you again, just seeing him still brought you down in the dumps. He always made you feel sick to your stomach. At least Miguel was here to ease your worries.
Reaching out to your loving boyfriend, you let out a whimper. You felt congested and dizzy. Snuggling into Miguel, you coughed and closed your eyes again. He felt so warm and comforting. Perfect to go back to sleep too.
"Hn, (Y/N)? You don't sound too well," Miguel muttered as he started to wake up. You coughed again,
"I'm...fine...just need...some more...rest," You whispered tiredly, "Long...day yes...terday..."
Miguel sat up, stroking your head as you started to drift back into a deep slumber. He let out a soft sigh, knowing that this was partly his fault. Miguel was worried that taking you yesterday would push you too far and it did. The stress of it all had gotten you sick. So today was probably not going to be the best for you either.
"Baby, I have to head out, but I promise to be back early and to bring you some medicine, okay?" Miguel whispered as he kissed your head.
"Mhmm," You lazily replied in your sleep.
As Miguel scooted off the bed, he heard your whine and chuckled. You were reaching out for him, how tempting. If Miguel were to get back into the bed, then he might take advantage of your cute sickly body.
As painful as it was, Miguel got ready for another day of work. He would rather stay by your side, but what he was doing today was for you. Calling Lyla, Miguel did make sure that someone would be here for you if you need help.
He wasn't going to let his future wife be lonely.
Once Lyla arrived, Miguel made his way out. His phone was blowing up with messages from Peter, and Miguel knew why. A clear smirk was on his face as Miguel had all of the pieces start to stick together. This was going to be a glorious puzzle once completed.
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This was personal. Miguel made sure to keep his guests waiting. Entering the supermarket with Hobie and Ben behind him, Miguel approached the deli. He glanced over at your former Supervisor and just gave a simple nod.
"Attention customers, due to a spill in the cleaning aisle, we must ask that everyone leave the store. Again, please exit the store in a timely fashion. We apologize for any inconvenience." The supervisor spoke over the loud speaker.
Miguel glanced as one of the workers 'accidently' spilled two chemicals that were definitely not supposed to mix. As he entered the third freezer, Miguel just smirked towards the loud yelling and bickering coming from inside.
"This is NOT what we signed up for!!!!" Your mother screamed at the top of her lungs.
"We've been waiting here for hours!! You had my wife sleep on some shitty ass apartment floor! NOT A HOTEL! Where is your boss?!" Your father added.
"Right here," Miguel said calmly as he appeared before the two, "Was there something wrong with your accommodations?"
"Something wrong?! Everything was wrong!! Your lackey-"
"Ow," Peter whispered childishly.
"Told us that we were going to be treated like royalty! Given a five star hotel for the night and all inclusive dinner and breakfast! We received non of that! He threw us in a disgusting apartment building and we had to sleep on the floor!!! Are you going to compensate for our back pain?!" You father screamed. Your mother huffed and pitched in,
"We were given no dinner! No breakfast! Then you have us wait in this accursed place!"
"Oh? So if the apartment was not fitting for you, then why was it good enough for your daughter?" Miguel questioned before snapping his fingers, "As for food, I did bring you something."
"Pfft, daughter? What do you know about (Y/N)?" Your father asked with a scoff and saw a table being brought out.
"What I know, is that I plan to make your daughter my wife-"
"Haha! She's already engaged. You may have bought our supermarket, but what do you have to offer for our daughter's hand in marriage despite shitty service?" Your mother huffed and sat down in the seats that were given to them, "Besides, she will be marrying a fine young man soon. It's too late."
Miguel felt his smirk disappear as his anger started to show. Your parents were truly evil. It was for the best that you weren't here. You may have stood up to Eddie, but parents were another thing. Hell, not even Miguel could really stand up to his own mother.
"Do you mean Eddie?" Miguel asked as Hobie set two covered plates in front of your parents. Your father seemed to have beamed at the name,
"You know of him? Good!"
"Yes, I know of him. He's made quite a name for himself here in the city, but enough about that for now. You two must be starving. Enjoy your meal."
Miguel's smile returned as he watched your parents uncover their dishes and nearly cheered at the sight. Miguel was calm as he watched your parents stuff their faces while his men had to resist their laughter.
"At least the food is up to par with our standards. I've never tasted something so delicious! What is the main meat for this dish?" Your father asked. Miguel chuckled darkly,
"For you, I believe that would be Eddie's balls...for your wife, his dick."
Within the second, both started to cough and spit their food out. The two looked at their plate in horror. Miguel leaned back in his seat,
"As I mentioned, Eddie did make quite a name for himself here. So much so that I had to put a stop to him. To think that you would let such a horrible influence get near your daughter in the first place, disgusts me." Miguel slammed his fist against the table, "The pain that you two brought her. The pain that you ignored? The two of you are insects to me."
"You can make as many threats as you want-"
"Threats?" Miguel chuckled once more as Jessica dropped some pictures, "As you can see, Eddie is just barely breathing. I made sure he suffered just as much as (Y/N) and some. Do you really think I brought you two here for small talk?"
"W-Who-" You mother nearly froze in fear as she started to understand the situation they were in, "W-What do you want from us?"
"What I want is to have you skinned and killed, but (Y/N) will cry if I do such a thing to her parents. She resents you, but still cares. Isn't that nice? Your daughter still has a heart for demons like yourself, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have to know about this."
"As if we won't tell-"
"Tell her what?" Miguel pushed your father down and pressed a gun to his head, "Do you have any idea how hard it is for me right now to not pull this trigger?"
"Please! Please don't kill him!" Your mother cried, "We'll do anything! Please!"
"Finish your meal. I want to see that plate spotless." Miguel waited until the two of them started to eat again, "Don't puke. You still have plenty more meals after this. Can't let anyone find Eddie's body now, can we?"
Miguel slowly returned to his seat, watching your parents cry as they forced themselves to eat. Now, Miguel had never done anything this cruel before and of course, he wasn't actually planning on feeding Eddie to your parents.
Just his junk.
But the fear in their eyes was enough for now. Eddie's use was finally done, so Miguel could finish him off and dump his body in the river. Once the plates were clean, Miguel slid a document over to your parents.
"Read and sign. You will never contact (Y/N) again. She will make that decision on her own. You will nullify the marriage for I will be taking (Y/N) as my wife. If you mention anything about this, then you'll be joining Eddie. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes." They both said in unison.
Miguel watched as your parents quickly signed the contract. Once the deed was done, Miguel removed himself from the room and told everyone to do what they pleased. Your parents were quick to cry for help, begging for their lives.
They weren't going to die, but they will wish they did.
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You sniffed and cried into your pillow, complaining about not being able to breathe and missing Miguel. Lyla found it both cute and slightly annoying. The fact that you loved Miguel so much despite him being such a brute was the annoying part.
"It's okay, he'll be back soon. The vampire doesn't like his sun," Lyla teased.
"Stop calling me that," Miguel said with a heavy sigh as he placed some medicine and a bag down.
"M-Miguel!" You sobbed, reaching out for him. Miguel chuckled as he dismissed Lyla, "M-Miggy! I missed you."
"I missed you too, baby." Miguel hummed as he picked you up. Your arms wrapped around him immediately, "Let's get you washed up."
You hummed happily, resting your head against his shoulder. Miguel undressed the both of you and filled the tub. His warm embrace, keeping you at ease. Miguel kept you between his legs once the bath was filled.
"I brought you some Pho, thought you could use something hot to ease your throat." Miguel kissed your head as his hands roamed your body. You muffled a quiet moan,
"T-Thank you, Miggy," You cooed, his hands groping your breasts, "H-How...was...y-your day?" You asked.
Miguel kissed your neck, making your already fuzzy brain even more rattled. Your breathing got heavier as Miguel's hands kept teasing your body. You turned to face Miguel, burying your head against his neck as you whimpered and moan.
"Accomplished," Miguel replied as his hands started to rub your clit, "I was able to get everything I wanted done."
"G-Good...mhm..."
Your arms snaked around his neck as you started to move your hips to his hands. Your body was already burning up and weak, causing you to reach your orgasm quicker than usual. Miguel must have found this amusing since he chuckled.
"Awe, is my good girl a little more sensitive today?" He teased, his finger now inside you, curling against your gummy walls, "Don't worry, I won't tease you for long. Gotta wash you up,"
"M-Miggy~" You moaned with a cough.
Your vision was blurry enough as it was, but you could still see Miguel's loving expression. You cried out as Miguel slid his cock into your folds, starting his rough charade of thrusts. Your grip was tighter against his neck as you cried and moaned his name.
"Such a good girl, taking me in so well," Miguel grunted as he held your waist, "I'm going to take such good care of you from now on,"
"Ah~ Hah~ M-Mig~" You shivered, clenching against his dick as you cam once more. Miguel pulled you in for a kiss before giving you a load of his seed,
"You don't have anything to worry about now, (Y/N)" He said with a grunt, pressing your back against the wall as he turned the shower on now, "You're safe with me,"
"Mhm~ Y-Yes....I-I am~" You agreed, barely able to hold onto him.
Miguel realized that he was getting carried away and decided to just give you one more load of him. He grunted as he held you in place, enjoying the last of your sickly moans and whimpers. With a heavy sigh as he felt you suck his dick in, Miguel waited for him to finish cumming before pulling out.
"Mig..."
"Shh, can't waste all you're energy, baby. You still need to eat and take your medicine," Miguel said with a chuckle as he cleaned you up.
You squirmed slightly in place, muffling small whines as Miguel washed your body. His hands were still so hot compared to your burning skin. Feeling yourself being lifted, you leaned against Miguel as he carried you out of the shower.
"Don't fall asleep yet," Miguel whispered as he dried you.
"Shirt..." You pleaded.
Miguel complied and gave you one of his shirts to wear. He dressed himself once he finished with you and carried you back to the bedroom. Sitting you in his lap, Miguel helped fed you the soup and gave you the medicine.
"Get a good's night rest, (Y/N). I have a lot to tell you tomorrow." Miguel whispered as he kissed your head.
"Ni...ght."
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toasttt11 · 5 months ago
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sun burns
prompt- Rubbing aloe on a sunburn.
She shook her head from where she was spread out on the boat lying next to Ellen as they watched the boys mess around on the boat and in the water.
She had told Jack many times through out the day to put sunscreen on knowing how easily Jack sunburns and he will complain for a long time about his sunburn, she tried to prevent that by telling him to put sunscreen on but Jack did not listen.
She could see from across the boat how his shoulders, ears and the tip of his nose already turning pink.
“That boy never listens.” Ellen shook her head noticing Jack is turning pink as well, Ellen saw how many times Jack’s lovely girlfriend tried to get Jack to put sunscreen on but he did not.
“Oh i know.” She laughed agreeing with Ellen knowing how much Jack hates listening.
Luke yawned feeling extremely tired from how many times he was on the wakeboard the past few hours and walked over to his mom and hopefully his future sister, he plopped on the seat next to her and rested his head on her shoulder.
“At least one of them listen.” She laughed telling Ellen, Luke had listened and out sunscreen on and now is obviously just tanned and not at all sunburned. Quinn half listened but didn’t put any on his face and now his cheeks and nose were turning pink.
“Barley.” Ellen laughed looking at her son and future daughter in law fondly watching as Luke began falling asleep on her.
She smiled back at Ellen before shifting her head and resting her head on top of Luke closing her eyes feeling extremely tired from being out in the sun.
Jack and Quinn finally finished messing around on the water and both got back on the boat grabbing their towels.
Quinn plopped down next to his mom smiling seeing the two passed out next to each other, “They’ve been sleeing for awhile?” Quinn asked curiously wondering where Luke had gone. Ellen nodded to Quinn’s question.
Jack smiled slightly seeing his girlfriend sleeping so cutely with Luke but then frowned wishing he could nap with her.
Jack leaned down smoothing her hair from her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead before sitting down next to her letting Quinn drive them back to the lake house.
Jack gently lifted up his girlfriend once Quinn docked the boat, he carried her up to the house and to their room, he set her down on their bed letting her continue sleeping as he headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
She yawned waking up rubbing her eyes and realized she was in their bed and knew Jack carried her to bed after she had feel asleep on the boat.
She narrowed her eyes hearing wincing coming from the bathroom and immediately knew what was happening.
“Oh Jacky baby.” She frowned in concern as she saw how sun burned Jack really had gotten from their day on the lake.
“Let me go get aloe.” She pressed a very gentle kiss to his warm cheek and walked out of their room and headed to the kitchen grabbing the bottle of aloe from the fridge.
Ellen saw her grabbing the bottle and shook her head not suprised Jack needed it.
She headed back up the stairs to their room seeing Jack sitting on their bed in just a pair of boxers.
She sat on the bed next to him and poured some aloe on her hand and very gently started rubbing it on his shoulders making him sigh in some relief.
“I’ll listen to you next time.” Jack promised as she rubbed aloe my most of his body. Jack can be stubborn but he has learned that his girlfriend is always right and just has his best interest.
“You won’t.” She smiled softly knowing Jack will always be stubborn but that’s just who he is and she loves him for it.
“Probably not,” Jack chuckled admitting it, “But you are always right.” Jack looked at her softly.
She smiled softly pressing a kiss to his burn nose.
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shatterinseconds · 4 months ago
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“You’re a mess, darling.” Lance smiles up at him, a big toothy smile that Keith has always loved to see especially when directed towards him, even if he refuses to show it.
“That should be my line to you.” Keith chuckles through the worry lodged inside his throat. The little light that spills into the cave does a good job of disguising the terrible state Lance is currently in. Keith sits on his heels beside Lance laying flat on the rocky ground. He works quietly to staunch the bleeding on Lance’s right side.
Sucking in a sharp breath, Lance winces when Keith presses too hard. “Nah, you’d never use pet names, and I–I always look flawless.”
Keith hums his response, rifling through their emergency pack for medical supplies. He peels off the sterile packaging and slaps the thick bandage over the ugly wound. It’s not his best work but Lance is stable for now.
“Keith, I need to tell—”
“Hey, you’re going to be okay.” Keith snaps his head up, immediately interrupting Lance’s train of thought and doesn’t feel bad about it. To soothe him, he brushes the hair plastered to Lance’s forehead. Blood crusts parts of his hair from a head wound from earlier in the battle, but the main problem is the nasty stab wound from a jagged pipe the Galra soldier improvised with when Lance had shot the Galra’s blaster hand and Keith was too far to stop it all from happening. “It’s not a fatal injury. The team’s arriving soon.”
Those two facts are the only things that have stopped Keith’s mind from running into a free fall of worry and anxiety. The injury will leave a scar but Lance will be alive to bear it, and in the end, that is the most important part.
Lance nods, a little more clear headed though his eyes squeeze closed when he shifts his body. “No, I know,” he replies, starting to become breathless though his pulse has not weakened. “I still… I still need to say it.”
“What if I don’t want you to say it now? What if I’d rather hear you say it once you’re all healed and healthy and able to annoy the shit out of me?”
“Why’re you so certain you know what I’m going to say?” Lance turns his head to properly glare at Keith. Irritation pinches his mouth. “I could be confessing that my favorite color has been orange this entire time. I’ve been fooling you all.”
Keith shakes his head as he allows his hand to fall from Lance’s warm forehead and traces down to his jawline, wiping off some of the dirt sticking to his sweaty skin. “‘Cause I know you and I know myself, and I’ve a feeling our secrets are not so different from one another’s.”
“Someone’s feeling confident,” Lance scoffs when he turns away to stare more at the cave ceiling. A smirk slides onto his face and Keith, probably with the help of latent Galra genes, is able to see that as clear as day. “Maybe I shouldn’t say it at all if you already know.”
“Mm, don’t be stubborn.” He checks Lance’s pulse for the nth time; his fingers linger against his neck, pleased by the sure sign of life.
“That’s your best quality not mine,” Lance mutters and Keith snorts before trying to appease him. He is injured after all. Keith should probably stop trying to have so much fun at his expense. But it's also the only way he’s going to get through this with his sanity intact and not think about Lance injured and future injuries that might not be so survivable. Keith leans over him to make sure Lance doesn’t miss a single thing he’s about to say.
“If you promise not to forget this moment, you can tell me the minute you step out of the healing pod, alright?”
Suddenly, Lance sits up, biting his lower lip against a yelp of pain, and Keith tries to push him back to the ground, but Lance shoves off his help. He glares at Keith, dark eyes shining in the dark, as he says, “I never forget anything when it comes to you.”
That admission stuns Keith for a moment, immediately recalling another similar situation of injury and confessions, and he starts to grin, one of the sardonic variety. “Good, I’m glad we’ve discovered what a big liar you are.” 
Lance still has the strength to roll his eyes. “I’m gonna say it and you better be ready, Mullet. There’ll be no take backs. All honest truth.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
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melithril · 4 months ago
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[Adar] - Something To Believe In
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♫ - Something To Believe In - Newsies
A/N: For a lovely Anon, thank you for requesting, I tried to use the lyrics as best I could in the story!
I hope you all enjoy! <3
Love was not easy to come by these days. Not true love, at least. You had loved in the past, and you loved to this day. You had people who surrounded you, and that was love enough. You thought you knew what love really was, until you met him. 
You were born a royal, the child of a King. Destined for greatness and the heir to the throne of your people, marriage to another highborn was in the midst and a healthy, steady homeland lay in your path. Though quite quickly the pressure of that future grew too large, and you caved in to those feelings. The doubt, the fear, the want for a different life. What was always true was that you wanted adventure, something to excite you, just like the books you read as a child. So you did the only thing you could think of. 
You ran. 
You had nowhere particular in mind, but you just ran. Far into some forest deep at the heart of Middle Earth, you stumbled upon an orc camp, and feared for the worst when you were brought to the leader. 
What you hadn't expected was to be years down the line from then, and waking up each morning in their leader's arms. The world had found ways to sting you, to push you down, but you had found someone to lift you back up. As did you, for him, as Adar had found his rock, someone to anchor him to reality when things got bad. You thought you knew what love was back home, showered with affection by your father, but this was all too different and it felt so right.
The world had given you someone to believe in. Someone you could fall into at night and know that the comfort of their presence would always be there, no matter how bad the day had gone. At first, you were worried it may have worn off and Adar would grow bored of you, that perhaps this may have been just one night as a fleeting feeling.But you could not be further from the truth.
Adar adored you. He loved you more than he had loved anyone. Adar knew all too well the sting of the world and how much could be taken from you in such a short time. But, what the uruk leader knew was that his heart lay with you. Watching you grow close to his children, helping where you could and always being good with the younger uruks only solidified his feelings. Adar was yours, body and soul, just as you were his. Often, you would have your doubts and he would chase them away.
"Adar," you would whisper. "If you are gone tomorrow, what was ours will still be. I have something to believe in now I have you, now that you believed in me."
He would look at you softly, a small smile on his face. Adar would call you beautiful, in his old Quenya tongue each time, and without fail it calmed you.
"Vanima, our paths were never meant to cross and we were never meant to meet. But, we have. The powers at be meant for us to forever wander as strangers, but now I have been given the chance to have a life with you. You are starlight sent to save me, who never realised they gave me something to believe in."
A single stray tear always fell when he spoke to keep your worry at bay. You knew it was so heartfelt, so true. Adar wiped your tears away every time, always pulling you that bit closer to him.
"Whether it is one day more, or forever, that is okay. My Ilmarë, if I am gone tomorrow, I promise you with all that is in my heart, what was ours still will be."
After your tears had fallen, and your lover had caught each one, there would always be a joke to lighten the mood. It differed each time, but it always made you laugh.
"Do you know what I believe in?" Adar asked, purely rhetorical and not waiting for an answer. "Your father's probable desire and hunt for my head on a stick."
You laughed, loud and those bad feelings had all but disappeared. "You are not really that scared of my father, Adar."
He nodded. "No, but I am pretty scared of you."
"As you should be." 
You winked and he leaned down, his body hovering above your own. Winding your fingers into his hair, you kissed him as the fire crackled before you, and the wind picked up outside. Adar pulled a blanket over you both, as you snuggled in closer, neither one willing to break the kiss. You savoured the feeling of him this close, and he reveled in how safe and content he felt in that moment. 
After what felt like eternity, Adar was the one to pull away, arms still around your waist keeping you by his side. Leaning down so his lips were against your ear, Adar pressed a small kiss to your temple and spoke softly. 
"My beloved, please always remember what we say in these times." He titled your head to look up at him. What a beautiful sight you are, he thought.
"I have something to believe in," Adar started. 
Catching his drift, you smiled up at him and nodded. You took a breath and finished his sentence for him.
"Now that you believe in me."
Thank you for reading! <3
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monstersandmaw · 1 year ago
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Male gnoll x gn reader (nsfw)
Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me. 
As promised, the modern gnoll story is here!
Content: insecure, squishy, gender and body neutral reader; praise kink from gnoll boy if you squint; penetrative sex, knotting.
There's also very fleeting mention of a young, terminally ill patient passing off-screen. If you want to skip that entirely, skip from: "Halfway through the third time you encountered him there though, he got a call on his phone and his whole demeanour changed." to the paragraph beginning: "Three days later, and you’d been to the gym every day in the hopes of catching him, you hadn’t seen him."
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You stared at the weights rack and felt a bead of sweat roll down your spine that had nothing to do with your previous sets.
This would be the heaviest you’d ever attempted to chest press, and while it might not be much by some people’s standards — that half-orc last week had really put you off your stride by snorting at you, but we can’t all be built like brick fucking walls, can we? — it was more than you’d tried so far. But you were ready. You just… needed someone to spot for you. Just in case. Safety first, and all that.
But the only people in the weights section were the kind of people who, through no real fault of their own, you tended to find nauseatingly intimidating. Like that troll who could probably bench press one of you in each hand. Or that werewolf who was fully shifted and currently on her hundredth(?) chin-up on the bars. Or that gnoll. He’d been doing slow, measured bicep curls for the past five minutes and you’d been trying not to stare at him. Most male gnolls were a bit smaller than their female counterparts, and tended to be less aggressive and competitive in the gym, but this guy was huge.
You must have looked a little too long though, because his dark, rounded ear twitched and he turned his head to look at you. Instead of glaring at you, he offered you a wide, friendly grin that showed off his massive, chunky teeth and made you a bit weak at the knees. Always good to go weak at the joints when you were about to attempt a personal best in the weights section at the gym…
Fuck.
“You ok?” he asked, setting down a dumbbell that was heavy enough to double as a battleship anchor, and you swallowed.
Now or never.
“I…” you croaked and cleared your throat, looking down at the bench and back up at him.
“You want someone to spot for you?” he asked, stepping a little closer. His paws were massive and while he had clothes on — black gym shorts and a big, baggy, white tank top — he wore no shoes. His claws flexed as his dark, smoky brown pads spread to take his weight, and you swallowed again. He had really adorable freckle-like spots up his shaggy legs too.
“If you wouldn’t mind?” you finally managed to squeak.
At that, he beamed at you and gave a gnollish giggle that seemed genuinely pleased. “Happy to.”
“Thanks,” you mumbled, and took a breath for courage. No going back now.
You lay down on the bench and he came to stand behind the rack. His big, clawed hands hooked under the bar but he didn't take any of its weight as you adjusted your grip and got settled, and prepared to lift it free. He loomed over you, his face serious with concentration. It was a comfort to know he was focused on the task, not gawping around at the other gym-goers. The future integrity of your chest and ribs depended on his concentration if your arms failed you, after all. You had no doubts about his strength though. He really was massive.
Getting your breathing under control, you shoved carefully upwards, and he grinned as you took its weight and began your reps. After five, you felt your arms start to burn, but you pushed on towards ten.
At nine, your muscles shuddered in complaint.
“You’ve got this,” he said in a low, quiet rumble, and it spurred you on to do the last one. You hooked it back in place and met his dark brown eyes. “Nailed it,” he grinned, all teeth and joy. “I reckon you can go up another five kilograms…”
“I’m not sure,” you replied, sitting up carefully and swinging your feet off to one side. The idea of making it heavier seemed overwhelming.
“I’ll spot you again, don’t worry,” he said, reaching for a couple of the smallest weight plates from the rack and slotting them easily onto the end of your bar. “But you definitely had some in the tank. Take a minute, have a drink, and go again.”
His quiet, easy conviction was enviable, but it sparked something in you that had been dormant for a long time. Or maybe it had been smothered into dormancy. Either way, it felt a lot like the echo of self-confidence, though the feeling was unfamiliar these days.
When you set down your water bottle and paused to let your muscles relax after the first set of reps, your eye was caught by a wiry looking goblin doing weighted squats on the far side of the room. She had iron grey hair and looked to be in her sixties or seventies, and you felt the heat of shame flood your cheeks when you realised she was lifting more than you could, at half your height and a fraction of your body-weight.
Seeing where you were looking, the gnoll gave a little snicker and said, “Oh boy, don’t compare yourself to Rose, friend. I’ve seen her outlast full-grown orcs in friendly pull-up competitions, and she can plank for an hour without breaking a sweat. Goblins are made of steel, I swear. Focus on your own journey.”
You laughed, feeling stupidly grateful to him for his kind reassurance.
“Come on. Give it a go?” he said, and you nodded and lay back. “I’ll be here. I won’t let you hurt yourself,” he added.
It was a struggle, but you made it to five before you needed a pause, and he hooked his rough-padded fingers under the bar and took the weight for a second.
“Breathe, and then just five more.”
Somehow when he said it like that, it didn’t seem so bad.
Things got tricky at eight, but you gritted your teeth and pushed through, and when you hit ten and he took it from you, your arms felt like wet noodles, but you’d done it.
“Alright!” he exclaimed as you sat up and cast him a sidelong look. He offered his paw for a high-five, and, embarrassed by his enthusiasm for you, you answered it. The pads of his paws were rough and warm, and his entire hand almost engulfed yours. When you lowered your gaze again, you could just see his little tail wagging back and forth and that finally brought a huge smile to your face. How long had it been since someone was genuinely excited for your achievements?
“Thank you,” you mumbled, your voice cracking a bit. “That was really kind of you. I’m sorry I interrupted your workout.”
“Not at all,” he smiled. “Happy to help, and you smashed it! I’ll leave you to get on, but shout if you need me to spot for you again.”
“Thanks,” you said, but your shyness returned, and you didn’t trouble him again that session.
Three days later, you were back in the gym with your muscles mostly recovered. On the ground floor of the building, there was a huge swimming pool and as you passed the viewing window you could see a couple of humans and a few orcs and perhaps an elf doing serious, focused laps in the swimming lanes, barely making a splash as they powered through the water. This whole ‘fitness drive’ thing was still pretty new to you, and just walking up the stairs into the upper level of the gym where the machines and weights were sparked the same nauseous anxiety in the pit of your stomach that you always experienced at the thought of going to a public gym. You didn’t look like someone who belonged here, with soft edges and extra weight in places it wasn’t conventionally attractive for humans to carry it, and while you weren’t really here to please other people, you were trying to take better care of yourself lately and that, unfortunately, involved exercise.
Your eyes scanned the space and you’d have been lying if you weren’t searching for a flash of honey-coloured fur. There was a large group of orcs messing around in the weights section, so you bailed and headed blindly for the nearest cardio machine, heart pounding in a way that made you want to throw up.
“Guess I’m running today,” you muttered under your breath as you stepped automatically up onto the treadmill. Panic had made you go to this one, and you thought you’d probably look even more stupid if you changed your mind now.
After an overly-long warm-up walk, you cranked it to something manageable and felt your body complain already. You made it to about one kilometre before you had to stop. Deciding to pretend you’d always intended to use it merely as a way to loosen up, you hit the ‘stop’ button and ignored its friendly advice to do a cool down, grabbing your water bottle from the holder and turning around to see if there was enough room in the weights area for you to slink in and do a few reps.
And there, looking at you across the room, was the gnoll from before.
Your heart flip-flopped in your chest, first with delight and then with horror as you realised he must have seen you lumbering away on the treadmill. Fuck.
But when he met your eye, he grinned, showing all his teeth, and he waved. You smiled back, and wove your way through the bristling array of cardio machines to join him.
“Hey,” he said, scratching behind one large ear with his right paw. “I wasn’t sure if you were a regular… I kind of thought I might never see you again.”
“No, I’m usually wheezing away in a corner at around this time every few days,” you snorted.
He didn’t laugh at your self-deprecating humour though, and instead turned his muzzle towards the weights. “You need someone to spot for you again?”
You bit your lip. “Yeah, I guess. You can be my cheerleader again too if you like,” you added with a spur-of-the-moment burst of bravery.
“Gladly,” he giggled, tail wagging back and forth. “You wanna do a few warm up rounds first? I just got here, so I’m kind of cold anyway.”
As before, when you were ready, he came over and stood at the head of the bench, hands ready to catch the bar. It was harder to concentrate this time round, with him looming over you. He had to be nearly seven feet tall, though he had that distinctive hunch that gnolls’ unique biology lent to their kind where werewolves were more upright.
When he took the bar from you at the end of your first set of reps, his fingers brushed yours and you nearly gasped at how velvet-soft his fur was. “Thank you,” you said, and as you sat up to take your short break, you introduced yourself by name.
“I’m Cade,” he replied, and stuck out his hand for you to shake.
Conscious that your palms were probably super sweaty, you tried not to flush hot and make it even worse, and you slid your hand into his. Again, the size of him was striking, and you felt something in your core tighten and start to tingle at the sight of it, let alone the feel of his paw flexing around your hand. His claws were dark and neatly rounded and you wondered what he did for a living. Most gnolls — not that you knew any personally — seemed to have active, outdoorsy jobs, but there was something about him that made you curious.
“Ready for round two?” he asked, and you got back to it with a shy smile. “Ah, come on. It’s not that bad, is it? You might even learn to love it soon.”
“It’s better with company,” you admitted as you took the weight of the bar and looked up just in time to watch his face go from serious to delighted at the compliment. “Not sure I’ll ever come to love it though. Not the way you seem to.”
He grinned and giggled gnollishly — the sound high and bright and a little silly coming from someone so intimidatingly built — and you couldn’t help the way your heart felt a little lighter and your body a little more energised. “I did consider changing careers to become a personal trainer for a while,” he said while you started to count your second set.
“Oh?” You didn’t have the breath to ask anything more articulate, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Mm. I just enjoy helping people out, I guess.”
“What do you do now for work?” you asked in a bit of a garbled rush between reps six and seven.
“I’m a paediatric nurse,” he said, and you nearly dropped the bar on your chest. He reached down and snatched it before it had even dropped an inch, and he shot you a look. “Don’t worry, I’m used to that reaction,” he said with a wink. “I was expecting it.”
“Sorry,” you said. Jeez, what a charmer. “I just… I wouldn’t have thought… you know… I’m sorry.”
“Eh, it’s fine,” he said. “Come on, get to ten and I’ll tell you the rest.”
You pushed through the last three and he took the bar and rested it on its hooks, allowing you to sit up with thrumming muscles in your shoulders and arms. You stretched out and twisted your neck to look up at him from your seat on the bench.
“We have a bad reputation still,” he sighed, “But actually, traditionally, male gnolls are the caretakers in our clans. Historically, the females did all the fighting and protecting, and we raised the cubs and taught them the basics before they went on to train with the females.” He shot you a cheeky look and added, “Statistically, male gnolls are the least likely of almost all species to be aggressive, so despite appearances, we make perfect caretakers. The kids at the hospital love me, once they get past the teeth and the size.”
“I can see why,” you said faintly.
Cade pulled a wide smile and eyed the bar. “Go for three sets this time?”
You did, and when you were done, you thanked him, and then headed to grab a kettle bell to do some other exercises. If both of you kept sneaking glances at each other for the rest of your session, well, at least it wasn’t just you.
Halfway through the third time you encountered him there though, he got a call on his phone and his whole demeanour changed. You’d been doing some lower-weight dead lifts, and as you set the bar down on the mat you watched all the joy bleed out of him; his tail bristled high and stiff, his ears swivelled back almost flat against his head, and his big brown eyes went wide with distress.
“Shit, now?” he hissed, turning away from you. “Fuck. Ok, I’ll be there as soon as I can. No, don’t worry about it. Thanks for telling me. Ok, I’ll see you soon.”
He hung up, took a deep breath, and then slowly looked over his shoulder at you. “I… I have to go. I’m sorry. Don’t try any more without someone to spot for you, ok?”
You nodded. “You alright?”
He bit his lip and shook his head. “No, not really. One of my patients is… Uh… Yeah. Not long left, apparently.”
“Oh shit, Cade,” you said, crossing to him. You laid your hand on his fluffy forearm and squeezed the solid muscle beneath your fingers. He seemed to relax just a fraction at that. “You need someone to give you a lift to the hospital? My car’s outside.”
Again, he bit his lip and then nodded. “You wouldn’t mind? I was gonna get the bus.”
You shook your head. “Of course not. Let’s go.”
He was mostly silent for the journey, his knee bouncing as he sat crammed into in the front of your car, but when you approached the main entrance to the hospital, he said, “You can just use the drop-off at the front. Thank you again. I’ll… I’ll see you around, ok?”
You nodded and reached for his arm again. “Take care of yourself.”
He smiled, gave a low rumbling noise that you’d never heard him make before, and then climbed out and strode into the hospital without a backward glance. You looked down at the seat and found a fair few golden hairs stuck to the fabric, and didn’t have the heart to brush them away.
Three days later, and you’d been to the gym every day in the hopes of catching him, you hadn’t seen him. Your mood was decidedly flat as you stepped out into the fresh night air and tried to plaster on a smile when your best friend uncoiled his muscular, python’s tail from the back of the taxi that was waiting at the curb and flung his arms around you. His dark brown skin had a pearlescent shimmer to it and his long, thick brown hair was plaited into a thick braid that hung down his spine. He wore a glittery, black shirt studded with a rainbow of rhinestones that matched the iridescent gleam that seemed to hover over his snake’s tail too, and he had the most exquisitely neat makeup on that you’d ever seen.
“Gods, Mal, you look incredible,” you wheezed as he hugged you.
“You look good too, sweetheart,” he grinned back. “Any sign of your delicious little puppy at the gym today? No, of course not. If there had been, you wouldn’t looked like a kicked puppy yourself. Come on. It’s my birthday. You’re not allowed to mope,” he said, and he practically bundled you into the back of the taxi before going round to the other side and piling in beside you.
He gave the driver the name of the club, and the car set off.
“There’ll be so many beautiful people there tonight, you’ll forget all about this gnoll of yours, I swear,” he practically purred in your ear, and you tried to smile.
“Happy birthday, by the way,” you said, and you drew an envelope from your clutch and handed it to him.
He frowned. “What’s this? We don’t do cards or presents anymore, sweetie,” he scowled, but he did look secretly pleased.
“Couldn’t resist this one,” you shrugged.
The card was nothing very special, just a lame joke about not throwing a hissy fit on your birthday, but it predictably made Mal groan and roll his eyes. “Really, darling? Didn’t we get over the reptile jokes in kindergarten?”
You did manage to muster a heartfelt smirk at that, and waved your hand. “I couldn’t resist,” you said again.
“You’re awful. I love you so much,” he laughed, and tugged you into a sideways hug in his arms. “You’re the only person I tolerate this kind of shit from, you know that?”
“Yeah,” you smiled.
For a long moment, Mal held you and then he let you go and sighed softly. “I want you to be happy, you know?” he said. “You’ve been, like… ‘background miserable’ for ages.”
“I’ll try,” you said. It had been easier until Cade had vanished.
The club was packed already, but Mal dragged you to the front of the line and the two of you were admitted like celebrities and shown to the VIP area of the club. Perks of being with the brother of the owner, you supposed. Yves came over to greet you and his brother and to wish Mal a happy birthday. His present, it turned out, was unlimited drinks for the two of you all night.
For an hour, you and Mal chatted and drank leisurely, and watched the people out on the dance floor that was slightly below your booth, but just as Mal slithered with enviable elegance off the bench and started to make his way towards the dance floor, dragging you along with him, you caught sight of the familiar shape of a gnoll’s ears and froze so abruptly that your hands were torn from Mal’s grip.
“What, Sweets?”
You frowned, trying to make out the figure that was across the space, apparently also being dragged by his friends onto the floor. It was him. It was Cade. You had to laugh, and just as you did, he looked up.
His jaw dropped and he fell utterly still as well, then he laughed and shook his head.
“No way,” Mal breathed, now leaning in to hiss in your ear. “That’s him?”
“Yeah,” you said, and as Cade joined you, Mal — the cheeky shit that he was — gave you a solid shove between your shoulder blades.
You stumbled forwards and Cade shot his hands out to catch you before you planted face-first onto the dance floor. You whipped around the moment he had steadied you, and shot Mal the most venomous glare you could, and then turned back to Cade. “Thanks,” you yelled above the music. “My meddling best friend isn’t exactly known for his subtlety.”
“It’s ok,” Cade chuckled. “It’s good to see you. Sorry I haven’t made it to the gym lately. You find someone to spot for you?”
You shook your head and realised you were still holding his forearms. He hadn’t let go either, so neither did you. “How are you doing? I was worried about you when I didn’t see you after… you know…”
He bowed his head in understanding. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d worry about me, if I’m honest. I’m good. It wasn’t entirely unexpected, even if it was still really sad. It’s part of the job sometimes though. It’s… It’s not my first. But I’m not here to mope.”
“Why are you here then?” you asked, squeezing his forearm gently as someone knocked into you from the side. “You look about as comfortable as I am in places like this…”
His ears were pricked as far forward as they could go, straining like satellite dishes to catch your words above the thundering music, and the urge to make an inhuman squeak rose up your throat like a physical presence. For someone so huge and muscular, he had no right to look so heartbreakingly cute.
“My friends’ house purchase went through so they decided to celebrate and drag me out with them. You?”
“Mal's birthday. His brother owns the club, so we’ve had free drinks for the night.”
“Nice,” Cade laughed. “You want to dance?”
You did, but it wasn’t something you were any good at. Then again, looking around you, there weren’t many you’d have said were actually dancing. Shyly, you managed a nod, and he grinned at you again, and held out both paws. You slid your hands into them and he exhaled, his chest falling noticeably.
“What?”
“You’re so small,” he said. “I… I’m so afraid I’m going to crush you all the time.”
“You won’t,” you smiled, and stepped even closer to him. Close enough to smell the soft musk that rose from his fur. Close enough to see the lights reflected in his coffee-dark eyes and watch the way the pale whiskers on his dark muzzle splayed wide with his anticipation. In the lights you noticed that the white trim of fur along the outer edge of his ears looked like a fine line of silver. “You’re really beautiful, Cade,” you whispered, certain that the music would drown your words, but he pulled his dark lips back in a broad grin and dipped his head shyly.
He turned you in his arms so that your back was to his chest and he stepped a little closer, moving his hands to your waist. You tried to fight the self-consciousness that roared to life like a wildfire in your mind, and when he felt you tense, he leaned down and murmured in your ear, “Is this alright?”
You nodded and leaned back into him, looking up at his pale throat and chest. It was a surprisingly familiar view by now after your sessions in the gym. He was wearing loose jeans that ended at the knee, the way many non-humans did, and he had a black t-shirt on that fitted his muscular frame beautifully. His red-gold mane melted into the dark fur of his ears and the creamy underside of his chin and neck, and you wanted to melt against him and have him hold you forever.
“Yes,” you exhaled. “It’s just been a while, that’s all.”
“We can go however slow you like, but you should know I like you,” he said in a low, inviting rumble. He pressed his cold nose carefully against your cheek and then nuzzled you with his jaw. “A lot. Gods, you smell amazing,” he blurted, as if he couldn't help himself.
That self-conscious heat evolved into something entirely different, and pure want coursed through you instead. You ached again and your body seemed to prickle all over with desire.
His hands drifted a fraction lower, to frame your hips, and his fingers dug into your soft flesh. Above the music you heard him give a long, deep lowing sound; primal and visceral and honest in its appreciation, and it made you shiver.
You lost track of time as you danced together. It wasn’t so much ‘dancing’ as ‘sharing the same space and touching wherever you could both get away with it before it became completely indecent’.
At one point, when you’d turned to face him again, someone nudged into you from behind and a hand wandered over your back, and you flinched closer to Cade. He pulled his lips back and showed all his teeth, and the human who had wandered too close to your corner of paradise shied away with hands raised.
“Didn’t take you for the jealous type,” you said, and Cade growled at you instead.
“I’m not,” he said. “But I am protective. If you want to leave here with someone else tonight instead of me, I won’t stop you.”
“I don’t want to,” you said, placing your hand on the centre of his chest. “I’m not sure I’m ready to go home with you tonight either, but I do want your number and I do want to see you again.”
He smiled, and drew his phone from his back pocket. He twitched his muzzle towards the edge of the dance floor and then offered you his palm, leading you through the jostling crowd towards a quieter spot and shielding you with the bulk of his body when you had to force your way through the crush. You exchanged numbers, and then he looked over your shoulder and said, “Your friend is coming over.”
You turned to find Mal easing his way around the edge of the dance floor. He was moving slowly, carefully, the way he did when he was very drunk and trying not to show it. “Ah, man, I’ll have to get him home safely,” you sighed. “I guess this is goodbye for now.”
Cade nodded. “I’ll see you both to a cab if you like.”
“You are protective,” you chuckled.
“I’m not hearing a ‘no’.”
“No, you’re not,” you smiled. “If you like, you can get on the other side of Mal and see that he doesn’t slither off somewhere.”
The two of you wrangled a very curious and very obvious Mal into the back of a cab, and Cade came to stand with his hands on your waist. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, his ears tilted back in a perfect display of meek shyness.
“Yes,” you exhaled.
He lowered his head and brought his muzzle to your lips. His mouth was soft against yours and he pressed his lips against you and then let the very tip of his tongue lave over your lips while his rough hands rose to cup your jawline and hold your face delicately. Cade didn’t spend long kissing you, since it was evident that this was a human gesture for which his body was not really built, but he did move to nuzzle your cheek with the velvet fur of his muzzle before stepping back and breathing out a long sigh.
Before he could say anything sweet or romantic, Mal opened the door and half his tail spilled back out onto the tarmac, and he cursed. “Fuck. I just wanted to say to hurry the fuck up because I’m cold and drunk and I don’t want to sit the back of this cab any longer than I have to,” he slurred, his forked tongue thick with drink. “Sorry,” he tacked on a little late.
Cade chuckled and helped you tuck Mal’s python tail back into the car for a second time, and you shook your head. “I’m so sorry,” you said, and squeezed his arm. “I’ll see you at the gym? And I’ll text you.”
He nodded, and you got in to the taxi next to Mal and shot him a flat look. “That was not cool,” you said. “You only get a free pass because it’s your birthday.”
And with that, you told the driver his address, and then, when Mal was safely inside and a little more sober, you headed home.
A text was waiting from Cade but you saved it for when you were finally ready for bed, and as you lay there in the dark, you opened your messages with a little trepidation.
>> You looked so beautiful tonight. I was *this* close to not going out tonight, but I’m so glad I did. I hope you got back ok and that the birthday boy isn’t going to suffer too much. I’ll be at the gym tomorrow. Perhaps we can grab a coffee somewhere afterwards if you’re going to be around? Night, and sleep well. C x <<
You read it through four times before you replied, and after that, you saw each other every day for a fortnight solid.
It started with coffee after the gym and then progressed to drinks, and then drinks and a snack, and then dinner, and then dinner and a movie, and then dinner and the same movie again because there was nothing else on that you wanted to watch, and then dinner and a stroll along the riverbank while the city lights twinkled around you. Finally, after two weeks of meeting every day, he took your hands in his and kissed you silly on one of the bridges over the river.
He nuzzled you afterwards and let out all these delicious, gnollish noises that made your heart skip and dance and skitter around like a trapped bird in your ribcage.
“I want you,” you gasped as he leaned you back a little way and closed his mouth around your neck, raking his teeth oh so gently across your skin. He froze, and then drew back.
“You mean it?” he asked in an equally soft voice. His dark eyes were huge and his ears frankly adorable as they swivelled first back against his head in uncertainty and then pricked forwards in undeniable hope. His tail rose high and fluffy behind him and you giggled softly.
“Yes, I mean it,” you laughed. “I want you.”
“Now?”
“Not ‘now on this bridge’,” you snorted. “Now as in tonight. Now as in take me home.”
“Yours or mine?”
“Whose is closer?” you asked in a decidedly hoarse voice.
He paused. “Mine, probably.”
“Then let’s go there.”
He held your hand all the way there, and stopped at least five more times to nuzzle you and kiss you.
You’d been to his a couple of times before during your whirlwind courtship, but you’d only cuddled on the sofa while eating popcorn and watching reruns of your favourite shows. This time, you didn't bother with the sofa.
You kicked off your shoes at the door and he backed you towards the bedroom, growling and making those delicious, low-frequency lowing sounds in a constant, rumbling song. He loomed over you, but you grinned up at him and tugged at the lower hem of his black t-shirt.
He tore it off over his head to reveal the coarse, ivory fur of his chest and throat, and you reached for him, watching as your fingers disappeared into it. He growled — actually growled — when you scrunched your fingers and tugged experimentally, and you looked up at him again. He was panting softly, eyes half-lidded with his muzzle tilted upwards a fraction.
“Bed. Now,” you said in an unusually assertive voice.
Cade gasped and then simply picked you up by the hips. You looped your legs around his middle and let him carry you into his bedroom, where he deposited you carefully onto the bed and leaned down over you. It didn’t take you long to discard your clothes and he stared at you in wonder when you lay back again.
He was hard and as he rutted through his jeans against your thigh, you arched your back off the bed and moaned. “Now, Cade. Please.”
You ached all over and you’d never been this turned on in all your life. Every nerve ending seemed to have been dialled up to eleven and every time his rough paws skimmed over your skin, you gasped and jerked and groaned.
“So sensitive,” he purred, leaning back to undo his jeans and cast them aside. His boxers came next, and you tried not to stare at the size of him. You hoped you could take him.
He knelt between your legs and gently bit and mouthed his way up your inner thighs before closing his mouth over you and letting his tongue savour you. It should have been unnerving to have the most powerful jaws of almost any creature on land so close to where you were most delicate, but it sent a thrill up your spine instead. He moved his head between your legs and you let your hand rest between his ears, guiding his pace and taming his ardour a little.
Cade drew back, his eyes glassy and his muzzle wet with a combination of your arousal and his drool, and he rasped, “You taste incredible.”
“I want to come with you inside me,” you moaned. “I want you to knot me, Cade.”
His eyes fluttered and rolled at that and he gripped his cock in one hand as though trying to stave off his own orgasm already. “Fuck,” he grunted. “Fuck, that’s about the hottest thing you could have said to me. I’m really not gonna last long now. Oh fuck, I can already feel —”
“Cade, inside me. Now.”
“You’re sure?”
“Cade…” There was a growl to your voice too.
His cock was leaking all over his hand, all over the back of his fingers, and he wasn’t even working himself. You weren’t going to need any extra help to ease him inside you, but you were going to need him to take it gently.
“Slowly,” you warned as he lined himself up. He nodded, looking nervous and earnest.
The tip of his cock nudged inside you and you groaned and lay back, enjoying the huge stretch of him. Cade, meanwhile, bit back a curse and began to shake all over.
“I can’t,” he gasped. “Please… I…”
“Keep going,” you said, sounding gloriously winded already and he was only a little way inside you. “Don’t stop.”
The gnoll let out a long, lowing groan and then braced himself on both arms. You drew your knees up to help him and he began to pant again. “Fuck,” he cursed as he eased himself further inside you. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I can’t I’m… I’m going to come… fuck, you’re tight. Oh fuck, beautiful, I can’t…”
“Yes you can,” you crooned, though the seduction in your voice was a little strangled by the intensity of the stretch as he eased almost all the way into you. “You can wait for me, I know you can. You’re so good; you’re so kind, Cade. You’re going to make this amazing for me, I know you are…”
At the string of praise, his heavy jaws parted to show all his thick, sharp teeth and he began to shake with the effort of not plunging into you in a single stroke until finally, finally, he was seated inside you to the hilt of his cock.
“See?” you said, reaching for the ruff around his neck and threading your fingers into the depths of the soft fur.
He keened and began to rock his hips. “Please… Please can I move now?”
“Yes, Cade. Let me feel all of you inside me.”
What began as a slow, careful slide of his huge cock inside you hastened to a desperate rhythm in minutes. His hips snapped against yours and you felt the weight of his balls as they rocked against you with each thrust. Cade was whining with each stroke, and you realised that the delicious stretch was growing, and each time he withdrew, it was a little less far.
“You’re going to knot me, aren’t you?” you gasped, drawing your knees up even further so that he hit you just-so with the tip of his cock at the apex of each desperate thrust.
“Mmnn,” he whimpered. “Fuck. I’m so close. You’re so gorgeous. Been thinking about this since… since we danced. Gods, I wanted to fuck you that night. Came all over myself when I got home. Popped a knot and everything, oh fuck, oh fuck you’re so tight I’m going to come, I’m so close, I’m going to come, can I come? Please let me come, beautiful, please let me fill you —”
His babbling, rambling pleas devolved into another gnollish low and he threw his head back, picking up the desperate pace. His hands grabbed your hips and his claws pricked your skin as he pulled you further onto his growing knot with every thrust. Delirious pleasure coursed through you and you barely had the presence of mind left to give him the permission he clearly craved.
“Yes, come for me,” you slurred. “Come inside me, Cade. Fill me —”
With a roar, his hips snapped against yours one last time and his whole body locked up. His lips pulled back from his huge teeth into a rictus of ecstasy and his eyes rolled as he came in huge, shuddering waves, lost to the pleasure of your body as his knot finally swelled to fill you and the sensation of it tipped you over the edge as well. As your body clenched around him, he cursed again and tugged you somehow even further onto his knot. His hips spasmed against you and you could feel him emptying himself into you in waves.
It was a long time before he stopped coming, and even with his knot plugging you tight, you felt some of his come start to leak out around you already, spilling down your thighs and onto the sheet. “Fuck,” he hissed again, and his body went suddenly slack, though his chest was still heaving for breath.
He fell forwards over you and braced himself at the last second on his forearms. You lowered your legs and he grunted as the movement jolted his over-sensitive knot, but you stayed there for a long time.
Gradually, your breathing settled into the same rhythm and your heartbeats slowed, and a leaden satisfaction descended into your whole body. You felt full, and cherished as he held you.
You lost track of time as you lay there together, but finally his knot receded and you felt a lot more of his come start to slide down your thighs. “Making a mess,” you mumbled from where you were half-buried by the soft fur near his ear.
“Mmph.”
“If you’re expecting me to have put on enough muscle to chest press you off me, you’re sorely mistaken,” you quipped, and to your joy, he gave a delighted, gnollish giggle and lifted his head enough to regard you with his slightly unfocused, dark brown eyes.
“You’re really something,” he said, and he let his pink tongue just grace the tip of your nose. “You sore? You want me to run you a bath?”
“Oof, yes please,” you smiled. No one had ever offered to do that for you after sex, and you were indeed a little sore from where he’d stretched you further than anyone ever had.
He lifted himself off you carefully, withdrawing from you and giving a little grunt as his softening cock slid free. He sat back on his haunches and ran his thumbs over the curve of your thighs, staring at where you knew you were probably gaping a bit. It was hard not to feel embarrassment until he murmured, “You’re exquisite.”
Cade leaned over you and fondly raked his upper and lower teeth over the soft flesh of your thigh before laving his tongue over your skin and then finally standing on shaky legs. “Been a while since I came like that,” he admitted shyly as he staggered towards the door. “Think I might skip leg day tomorrow and just chill out here.”
“I’ll join you,” you said. “I may never regain feeling in my legs.”
“I’ll carry you around anyway,” he grinned as he left and went to run the bath.
True to his word, Cade did carry you around his apartment the next day, and your feet barely touched the ground from the moment you woke to the moment you fell asleep in his bed for the second night in a row.
You weren’t exactly complaining though. It was heaven.
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High School Sweethearts pt. 10 - Chris Sturniolo
PT1, PT2, PT3, PT4, PT5, PT6, PT7, PT8, PT9, (other parts in my Masterlist!)
(Fem reader x Chris sturniolo, arguements, mean & suggestive comments about y/n, idk)
A/n: bro the negative tension and uncomfortableness in this part is too real.. y/n eats Evan up at the end yall.
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“Good looking too.” My mom raises her eyebrows to me and smirks, “yep.” I awkwardly say before turning back around on my heels and going to walk up the stairs, “wait, I wasn’t finished talking.” My mom spoke, her happy tone faltering slightly. I turn back around and she motions for me to sit on the couch.
I sit down and she sits in the arm chair opposite me, “what?” I ask impatiently, “watch your tone.” She tilts her head and clears her throat before continuing and I look down at my hands, “The Watsons invited us for dinner later.” My head shoots up at her, “you’re talking about the Watsons as in Evan Watson?” My eyes widen.
“Yeah and I said we’d go, for old time sake.” She smiles, completely ignoring the discomfort in my body language and voice. “No.” I scoff before standing up and walking to the stairs, “excuse me? You are coming, they miss seeing you!” My mom tries to convince me. “No!” I repeat, “their son is an asshole who treats girls like shit!” My tone loudens and my mother’s smile drops.
She walks towards me her teeth gritted, “We are going, maybe Evan will be nice.” I scoff and roll my eyes, “I shouldn’t even be letting you do anything nice after you attacked Evans best friend.” My mom hisses, “I’m doing this so you can have a nice future!”
“No, you’re doing this so you can have a good reputation and you want me and Evan to end up together so you’re the mother of the girl who married into the Watson’s family,” I walk closer to her, “I said this yesterday, me and Evan are never going to be together.” I rub either side of my temples.
“Evan probably won’t even be there, since he has friends.” My mom swallows angrily, “he won’t?” I ask again, not truly believing her. “I’ll ask them now,” she pulls out her phone and starts typing.
5 minutes later she smiles, “I just checked with his mother and he’s not gonna be there because he’s got football practice.” She smiles, “you comforted now?” I shrug. “I’m only coming because I don’t think I have another choice.” I walk up the stairs, “put on a pretty dress!” My mother calls up.
We have to leave at 5pm, it’s 4pm right now, I call Chris and he picks up instantly, “you okay?” He asks, “no, I have to go for dinner at.. guess whose house.” I answer, “I don’t know.” He replies confused. “Evans house, apparently he won’t be there but my mom is forcing me to go.” I whine, “what the fuck.” Chris says, “I know, I’ll text or call you if anything goes wrong.” I look through my wardrobe, “yeah do that, promise me you’ll be okay.” Chris spoke softly. “Yeah of course, I gotta get dressed now but I’ll talk to you later?” I ask, “yeah of course, talk to you later ma.” He hangs up.
I put on a purple dress, I look in my mirror, that dress makes you look fat. Evans words rang through my ears, this was the dress I wore to my 16th birthday party, but he made me feel so bad about myself, not a good memory attached to this dress. I rip the dress off and grab a red satin dress that I had, I can’t remember when I got it.
I slip into the dress, it’s a dark red and backless, it goes to just above my knees, I don’t know if it’s too revealing but I’ll pair it with a jacket for my own comfort, I grab a creme jacket and do my hair and place a creme bow in the back. I look down at the blood stained ring on my hand, the blood wouldn’t come off even in the shower.
I shrug and keep it on.
“You look, nice.” My mom says, she’s wearing a black dress that goes just past her knees, she’s wearing black heels too, I’m just in white sneakers. She looks at my choice of footwear and rolls her eyes, “come on.” We walk outside and into the car. At this point it’s 4:57pm and we should get there at 5:15, knowing it’s only a 15 min drive to his house.
We pull into his large driveway, his massive house infront of us, three stories and very victorian style. I don’t even know how we got together in the first place since he was rich as fuck and I was.. managing to get by.
“Brings back old memories huh?” My mom smiles at me, I shrug. The only memory it brings for me is the time he tried to, you know.
We knock at the door and Evans mom, Katherine opens the door, she looks at me and smiles. “Don’t you look so beautiful!” She pulls me in for a hug and I stand rigid. “Thanks.” I whisper. “Evan will be happy to see you.” She replies, I instantly look to my mom who awkwardly looks away and smiles at Katherine.
She leads us into the house and me and my mom follow, “you said he wasn’t gonna be here!” I whisper yell, “there was no other way to get you to come.” She keeps a straight face and doesn’t look at me. “You’re a liar.” I sigh and she ignores me.
We walk into their massive living room, the tall windows and ceiling haven’t changed much. I see his father James walk up to us, he looks at me and then at my mom and quickly back to me, he smirks at me “you have grown up in the past year huh?” He looks me up and down, causing me to wrap my jacket around me further, I shrug.
I sit down on the large couch next to my mom as she talks to Katherine and James, Katherine directs her attention to me, “so.. how’s school?” She asks smiling kindly, Katherine is the only one of the Watsons that has some sort of genuine niceness to her.
“I don’t know..” I mumble, “She’s lying.” A voice comes from behind me, Evan. He sits down next to me and looks at his mom, “she’s a trouble maker now, it’s the boy she hangs out with.” He looks at me smirking, I have felt eyes burning into me the whole time I’ve been sat here, James is staring but not in a normal way, he’s always been kinda pervy.
“Oh? Who’s the boy?” Katherine asks me, “its-” Evan goes to speak but I cut him off, “I can speak for myself, his names Chris.” I glare at Evan before smiling at Katherine. She nods.
A lady walks into the living room, “dinner is ready.” They are so fucking rich they have a chef and a maid. We walk to the dining hall and I sit down next to my mother, Katherine opposite my mother, James at the head of the table and Evan across from me. The maid places the plates in-front of us, it’s steak.
I drown out the conversation between my mom and Katherine, James adding into the conversation too. I feel someone kick my leg under the table, I look up at Evan and he’s grinning, I roll my eyes and continue to move my steak around the plate. “Doesnt y/n look beautiful?” Katherine asks Evan and James, Evan shrugs but James replies, “she’s growing into an attractive young lady, yes.” He smirks at me.
His eyes seem to be not focused on my face but my chest. Evan clears his throat and goes to speak, “so you finally watching your weight or something? Because you haven’t touched the steak.” He spoke to me, an evil smile creeps over his face, I don’t have a reason to watch my weight, Evan is just a dick who likes to make me feel bad about myself.
My mother smiles at him, not even defending me, Katherine nudges his elbow. “That is not how you talk to a woman Evan,” she spoke angrily and looks to me before smiling, “ignore him darling you’re gorgeous.” James obviously agrees with her, creep.
“Do you two talk in school?” My mother asks Evan, pointing between me and him. I shrug, “stop shrugging its rude.” My mom quietly hisses to me, “you could say that.” Evan smirks. My mom looks at me with hope in her eyes, “if you’re talking about threatening me and being rude to me and my boyfriend then yeah I guess we do talk.” I scowl at Evan.
Katherine looks to Evan in confusion, Evans brows knit together and tilts his head glaring at me before turning to his mother, “what does she mean?” She asked him, “she’s lying.” Is all he answers with. “You always accuse me of lying especially after..” Evan clears his throat loudly, cutting me off.
I stand up and lean on the table “Can I use your bathroom?” I ask urgently. Katherine nods, “of course, you remember where it is?” She smiles awkwardly, “yeah.” I say and walk out the dining room. “Sorry about her.” I hear my mom say.
I get in the bathroom and lock the door behind me, looking in the mirror. “Fuck this.” I whisper. I hear a knock on the door, “what?” There’s no reply so I open the door, Evan is standing there looking down at me.
“Fuck you scared me.” I flinch. He chuckles, “I’m sorry about what happened in there, I don’t want to be there just as much as you.” He whispers, leaning in close to me. “I doubt it, it’s your fucking house I never wanted to come back here.” I look down at my feet, feeling intimidated by his light green eyes, staring into my soul.
“So he’s your boyfriend now?” He asks me smirking, I nod uncomfortably and push past him before walking out in the hallway. “Wait.” He says and grabs my arm turning me around to him. “Let go.” I say coldly and he does. “It was kinda badass of you to beat up Michael.” He leans into me again and I lean away. “Yeah I guess.” I awkwardly spoke.
“Your knuckles are cut up huh?” He grabs my hand and his thumb grazes over my knuckles causing me to squint in pain. “Don’t do that.” I stare at him angrily, pulling my hand out of his grip. I turn around to walk away again and he smirks following behind me. “I’ve redecorated my room, wanna see?” He asks me from behind, the obvious grin in his voice.
“Of course!” I sarcastically say, flashing him a fake smile. “Of course not. I don’t want to go to the exact room you tried to attack me in.” I continue walking down the hallway and he grabs my shoulders, stilling my walk. “Maybe I wouldn’t have almost done that to you if you weren’t such a pussy, at that rate you’re gonna be a virgin forever.” He whispered into my ear.
Anger fills my face, who does he think he is? He has no right to say shit like that. “No I won’t.” I laugh, knowing that I’m not a virgin and when he finds out he’s gonna go mad. “Oh yeah?” He asks and I continue walking, him next to me.
“Did you see Chris at lunch?” I ask him, obviously he didn’t because Chris skipped so he could be with me. “No, nobody knew where he was.” He replied, I smirk, “I knew where he was.” I look up at Evan and I point at my chest. He tilts his head, “oh really?” He smirks down at me raising an eyebrow.
How big is this fucking house, I’ve been walking around in circles because Evan keeps fucking distracting me. “Yep he was at my house,” Evans smirk drops, and I grin up at him, “guess what we were doing.” I glare at him, lowering my tone.
His eyebrows furrow, “what?” His voice softens, “it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out, me and Chris in my room, in my bed.. home alone..” I slow my tone at the end of it and I wait for Evan to realise, a smile creeps across my face as his face switches to shock.
“You weren’t.” He whispers, his ego has clearly taken a hit as his face drops. I nod and smirk before walking away back into the dining room, “can we go?” I ask my mom, making her jump as I came up behind her.
“Fine, we’ve finished eating anyway.” she looks at my half eaten steak and at the maid cleaning up the dishes. Evan looks very offended and doesn’t speak. “Have you two sorted your differences?” Katherine asks as we leave the dining room, “something like that.” I look up at her smiling before throwing Evan a snarky look, he just glares at me.
We walk to the door and Katherine hugs us goodbye and this time I actually hug her back.
My mom gets into the car and so do I.
A/n: y/n is actually a girl boss, Evan fuck outta here tryna manipulate her by being flirty. Also James can make his way to the ‘to catch a predator’ set because he’s a perv!
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layviyu · 1 year ago
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PJSK CHARACTERS WATCHING THEIR S/O DIE OVER AND OVER
short desc: kinda like the madoka magica plot where homura becomes a traumatized war veteran because madoka always dies
type: bulleted hcs
characters: hinomori shizuku, mochizuki honami, kamishiro rui, shinonome ena, aoyagi toya
genre: slight angst
note: i wrote this on january 2023 and i dont remember anything so it probably sucks
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@ hinomori shizuku
shizuku was completely exhausted, to say the least.
she couldn’t bear the feeling of losing you and having to start over every time. having to turn the both of you into strangers again. her loving you with all her heart, and you not even knowing who she is.
even shiho, who’s not the closest to her sister, notices her sudden mood drop, yet, uncertain of what could be troubling her, she decides not to ask.
whenever shizuku sees you for the ‘first time’ again, she wishes she could tell you what to do to avoid your death, but she couldn’t — that would only make things worse, and she’s very well aware of that.
as much as it pains her, she can only do small things to try to change the future, for now.
“I promise you, one day, it’ll be over. And when that day comes, I can finally spend my so-desired time with you.”
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@ mochizuki honami
what was honami doing wrong?
she did everything, everything, to avoid that terrible fate. but it couldn’t be helped — it would still happen, no matter how much she tried.
she gave her all, she devoted herself to saving you. she was trying her best, her all, to keep you safe and alive. apparently, it wasn’t good enough. it was never good enough. every time, you’d end up dying in her arms. over and over.
whenever she sees you for the ‘first time’, she feels her heart ache. knowing that she’ll have to go through everything again and again, only for a false image of hope that maybe, maybe she could save you.
she never had the chance to tell you the words she was dying to say. even in your last moments, she couldn’t bring herself to say it. ever since the first tragedy, you’ve never heard the words ‘I love you’ from her ever again.
“Once I can finally let my guard down, then I’ll allow myself to soften at your touch. I love you. Evsen if I’m not ready to say it, I hope you know that.”
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@ kamishiro rui
as much as he wanted to, rui couldn’t give up. not yet. not until he saved you.
why him? why you? why did you both have to be disturbed in such a manner?
in the beginning, he thought himself to be really lucky, to have the opportunity of being with you one more time. but as more time passed, he started to believe this was not a blessing — but instead a curse.
waking up, knowing that he’d try his all to save you but being aware that it all would go to waste, was extremely exhausting.
whenever he saw you for the ‘first time’, he could feel himself relaxing at the thought of being together with you again. having your hands run through his hair, having you laugh at his cringey pick-up lines... he yearned for that, even if he knew he couldn’t have it, at least not at that time.
he watched you die over and over. eventually, death was not a new concept to him. but every time, even knowing it wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last, watching your lifeless body always gave him a feeling of despair.s
you always called him a genius, then, why? why couldn’t he come up with a brilliant plan, as you’d say, to save you? why couldn’t he save the one person who stood by him at all times?
“I want to be with you so bad, but still, I’m not able to keep you here long enough. What am I doing wrong, my love?”
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@ shinonome ena
this wasn’t fair. this wasn’t fair at all. why did they have to take you — ena’s favorite person?
she’d give 110% of her to keep you, even knowing that she couldn’t be with you, knowing that you’d die again, she still chased after your life as if it’d be the last thing she’ll ever do.
sometimes, she couldn’t help but being irritated. if only she didn’t love you, this wouldn’t be happening to her. she was very well-aware that this was one selfish thought, but she thought about it every now and then. despite being mad, she could never say that she regretted loving you.
whenever she saw you for the ‘first time’, she knew it was important to keep her distance, for your safety. despite that, she glanced at you quite often, fighting the urge to go after you.
having to be emotionally distant from you frustrated her. she watched you talk to a lot of people throughout the day, knowing that she wouldn’t be one of them. after all, you were still her significant other, even if you didn’t know it.
“Why won’t you simply stay?! Damn it... I want you to be safe, be alive, be mine! And I’ll make sure it happens, even if it takes a hundred... no, a thousand times.”
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@ aoyagi toya
the only thing toya wished for was for it to be over.
it was extremely tiring. he’d never do something that pains him, but he couldn’t give up on you just yet. even if he has to go through the same feeling of emptiness every time, he’s willing to do it, if it means saving you.
not only that, but even his bandmates notice his sudden lack of motivation. every time, akito confronted him about that, but he never answered. he couldn’t tell him the truth, he’d never believe it. it was awful to avoid his best friend, but he couldn’t help it, rescuing you was his top priority.
whenever he saw you for the ‘first time’, you merely looking at him already made his heart flutter, as if it were before the tragedy. he loved to see you so... lively. yet, he knew he shouldn’t let his guard down, as he was already aware of what would happen.
he tried his best to keep you away from danger, directly or indirectly, but none of his actions seemed to help. in the end, he always held your lifeless body, never having the chance to confess his undying love for you once more.
“I’ll do everything for things to go back as they used to be. Even if it takes thousands of times, I won’t give up, not until I make sure you’re safe.”
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posted on: 01/03/2024 — last edited on: 01/14/2024
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biaonww · 7 months ago
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"Unpromised Forever." michael kaiser based • angst
based on a toxic relation which started off as fwb's. !!!!! plz don't recreate this, and let yourself be ruined by a guy !!!!!
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may contain errors, similar content is coincidental.
ps. i tried changing my writing style for this - listen to this with casual by chappell roan / promise by laufey
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I love you, which holds a special meaning for everyone. But in your language, it meant always being there. No matter whether in the future or present.
It's a phrase you hold dearly in your heart.
But why can’t Kaiser stay, no matter how much he says it?
He says he can’t promise you forever because you didn’t deserve that from someone like him.
"I can only promise you I’ll be here now,” he suddenly says.
“... why? Do I have to do something for you to stay? or am I doing something wrong? ”
"Am I someone you only want to sleep with at night, then leave in the morning?
You barely mutter those words, so it’s nothing but a soft whisper, while tears begin to fall and won't stop.
“You are not doing anything wrong at all. It’s not your fault. And don't say it like you're only some girl I want to fuck and that I don't care about you. You know I feel the opposite, and I just have tons of matches."
You stay silent, not having the urge to speak anymore.
Your throat was hoarse from all the crying, your eyes were red, and your face was stained with tears.
A few moments pass.
“Baby, look at me.”
"I swear to you, this isn’t your fault. You do not have to do anything for me to stay.”
“But I just want you to be the one." you say, trembling while sobbing.
He wiped away your tears, wanting to make sure that you could see him clearly.
"I would love to be the one, but you are expecting something far too big from someone who’s never been able to fulfill that role.”
Your sobbing echoes through the whole house, but the hurt in your voice that reaches his ears pains his heart greatly.
Your eyes were tightly closed while tears still flowed down your face, as if you refused to believe that.
He brought you in tighter to him, his hands wrapping around you.
He placed his lips on your forehead and kissed it softly.
“Just let it out. cry as long as you need to.”
"I just wanted you to stay.”
“I know.”
"I think the gods hate me.”
“It’s like this is how they’re telling us we can’t be together.”
you say, picking at your hand. a habit you always do to suppress your feelings.
With your words, it made his chest tighten up.
His thumb moved up to your hand and grabbed it, stopping you from picking at your palm.
"I wish and wish, but it won’t bring us together.”
“Don’t be like that.”
You open your eyes and see him bringing your palm to his mouth and kissing where your nails had picked into your skin.
In his eyes, it was all because of him. and so he took responsibility for that.
"I don’t know if I can promise you eternity; I can’t promise you forever, but all I can promise you is now, if that’s okay with you.”
“… okay.”
You agree, because you know it’s the most you can get.
He continues wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. 
You felt like home to him, and that was the best thing.
Your body fits well in his arms, and he didn’t ever want to let go, but the reality was that he would have to.
So he just keeps you in his arms tightly, letting your bodies heat transfer between each other. ....
"I love you a lot,” you point out quietly, “but you don’t need to say it back.”
“Why are you saying I don’t have to say it back? ”
“Because it’ll be harder for me in the future to move on. So the least I can do is cherish this moment.”
He smiled softly and wiped away your remaining tears.
“Then let’s just cherish our moments in the present, shall we?”
But he really loved coming back to you and wrecking you again and again until you two fell into this endless cycle with one another, didn't he? Guess both of you will forever stay casual, until one of you breaks. — fin.
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hi guys i'm back xx (i'll probably die and flop watch),, but uh i know it's been awhile and i'm most likely gonna get tag blocked or smth but hope you guys enjoy this!! love y'all mua mua WATCH OUT FOR THE BAND RIN ONE BTW. that's what i'm really proud of
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cloudykyu · 1 month ago
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❆ when you love someone, you will do whatever it takes. even if it hurts.
pairing: tbz sunwoo x gn reader genre: breakup au, non-idol au, angst with fluff, it's bittersweet word count: 2,160 warnings: this fic mentions how mental health can affect one physically and internally! not proofread, this was written in a day so it may not be my best work, nothing else other than it's sad lol
mani's notes: happy holidays if you celebrate!! i'm sorry this is just angsty, i'm battling my own holiday saddies right now and this is what i decided to do. also warming up for more written fics to come in the future
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sunwoo’s steps are careful. heel, toe. heel, toe.
normally, the boy would be in a rush to get to you. after nearly a whole year together, the giddy feeling that bubbled in his chest at the thought of embracing you never went away. in fact, overtime, they just escalated. butterflies erupted in a frenzy whenever he pictured your face. a smile would automatically form on his lips when your voice echoed in his head. kim sunwoo is absolutely head over heels for you. and while his feelings for you never changed, today definitely felt a little different. 
he’s cautious as he walks along the sidewalk, taking the route to your house that he’s become so familiar with. the pavement is slightly damp, coldness radiating up the soles of his sneakers. the skies above are a little dark, it’ll probably start snowing soon. sunwoo is deep in thought, though there’s not much to it really. he knows where his feet are leading him. he knows his fate, your fate, once he steps through the threshold of your home. 
like the air around him during the new winter season, you have grown cold over the span of a few months. he doesn’t know how or when, but he can only assume it started that day you came rushing to his home, frantically asking his roommates where he was. 
“where’s my boyfriend?” he remembers hearing, your voice shaky and panicked. as soon as he left his room to find you, he saw your body visibly relax once you two locked eyes. nothing was said, other than a sob of his name as you collapsed into his embrace. that night, all he did was hold you as you cried. he listened to your endless curses spilled to the universe about how unfair life is treating you as he held you tighter and tighter with every tear spilt. eventually, the two of you had fell asleep in each others arms, only for you to slip away in the middle of the night without a word. sunwoo had tried to talk to you about that night, countless of times actually, just for you to brush it off with promises of “i’m fine.” of course the boy didn’t believe you, but there was only so much he could do without pushing you to your limit. 
since then, you had acted as if nothing happened. but it was obvious in the way your eyes no longer held the light that sunwoo adored. it was evident that you were not fine in the way you could barely muster up a smile whenever sunwoo kissed your forehead lightly. he still saw you most days, spending almost all of your time together, but he couldn’t help but feel the distance that had grown between him and the person that sat just next to him on your sofa. physically, you were there, but you both knew your mind fleeted elsewhere. you were off in your own head instead of being in the moment with your boyfriend who drew love clouds in the air whenever he was with you. 
sunwoo loves you so much. he wishes he could fix whatever was bothering you to this extent. he wishes he could take your pain away to see you smile again. but when you love someone, sometimes there’s not much else to do besides that— love the other in all forms. sunwoo tried his hardest to make sure you felt every single drop of affection that radiated off of his body in the days leading up to this moment. he brought you back down to earth with a simple peck on your cheek or a squeeze to your thigh. even with the airy calls of your name, it seems to have not been enough to remind you that he was there for you. he was willing to go to war with whatever has been putting out your flame. you had called him over with the suggestion of needing to talk about something and now here he stood, already in front of your door. too lost in his thoughts to hesitate about ringing the doorbell to your apartment, giving himself no time to think about what he should do next. 
swinging your door open, you feel a small smiled curl up on your lips as you’re met with the sight of sunwoo. he’s bundled in his padded jacket, a familiar gray hoodie underneath. his cheeks and nose red from the cold nipping at his face. he wears a smile that matches yours, lips not parted as the corners of his mouth turns up. there goes the feeling in his chest again. 
“hi,” you say greet him softly. stepping aside to let him in, he goes to toe off his shoes. “did you get here okay? it’s so cold out.”
sunwoo hums in agreement, shrugging off his outerwear. “it’s alright, it’ll probably snow soon.” 
standing up straight, he finally scoops you into his arms. he should have thought about the reason why you had called him over here before doing so. he should have hesitated, because then maybe he wouldn’t have to bite down on his lip as your arms barely circle around him in return. sunwoo ignores you giving 20 and settles with giving you 100 just as he always does. 
you grip onto the back of his hoodie with your hands as sunwoo tightens his hold around you. you purse your lips as he snuggles closer, nestling his face in your neck. you feel the cold that lingered on his skin. “sunwoo…” you mumble and you feel sunwoo shake his head in response. 
“i know, yn” he whispers into your skin. “i know why you called me here, but please. just let me…”
as he trails off, you sigh and let him have his moment with you. you finally reciprocate his embrace and wrap your arms around him fully. leaning in closer, you turn to place a gentle kiss on his temple and giggle at the awkward position. “can we at least sit down? the couch is right there.” 
sunwoo lets out a breathy laugh of his own and picks you up off the ground slightly. he’s still holding you in his arms as your feet dangle above the floor and moves the two of you to your living room. you both fall onto the couch and sunwoo never releases his hold from your torso. you two sit like that for a bit, silence and soft breaths filling the room. 
sunwoo shifts in his spot, raising his head from your shoulder to rest against the back of the couch. you find him staring at you in a way that is so overwhelmingly warm, you feel your entire body flush. the boy in front of you holds all the stars in his eyes, moonlight twinkling into your own as if he’s searching for each dimming light. he’s still gazing as he lifts a hand to cup your jaw, thumb brushing along the surface tenderly. 
“you’re leaving me…” he whispers into the space. you catch your bottom lip between your teeth, looking away from the boy with his heart on his sleeve. but he catches you, fingers moving to bring your gaze back to his. “is there anything i can do?” 
solemnly, you shake your head. a sad smile graces your features as you feel your eyes start to burn. “i’m so sorry sunwoo,” you whisper back, afraid of speaking any louder. “i don’t know what else to do. i have to let you go.”
he takes a deep breath in and screws his eyes shut, keeping his bubbling feelings at bay. the frustration and hurt had been building up and up, but lashing out at you won’t help anyone. “you can do anything but that, baby. stay with me, talk to me, anything!”
“i tried,” you mumble. “i really tried so hard to confide in you, but i can’t even form this into words like… just look at me! i’m not myself anymore and i haven’t been for a while.”
sunwoo takes a moment to take you in. sleep hasn’t been finding you well and it shows with the way your bright eyes have dim, sinking in your face and surrounded by dark circles. the change in season has left a pale dust on your skin, no longer could he see the heat rise in your cheeks whenever he tossed you a flirty line. instead, all there is is a light frown that has been permanently etched into your features. just like your hair, you were a mess in short. but sunwoo didn’t mind the mess. 
he beams at you fully this time, displaying the smile you love so much. “you’re still the most beautiful person ever, yn” his other hand moves to brush an unruly strand of hair from your face before settling on your cheek, both hands caressing your face. “i wanna be with you through it all, okay? please, just let me be by your side as we work through this.” 
your tears finally fall. you wrap your fingers around one of his wrists as he holds your face. “i love you so much” you quiver, lips trembling. you turn slightly, placing a delicate kiss onto his palm and nestle closer into his hold. “i love you kim sunwoo, to the point where i wanna love myself too.”
he leans in, gently kissing your lips. but it’s enough for you to feel everything you mean to him. here you are, breaking up with him and yet he still can’t hold back when it comes to you. “until then, i will love you enough for the both of us,” he mutters against you, like a sealed promise.
a soft sob leaves your lips and you lean your forehead against his to keep you grounded. you don’t deserve the man in front of you. “i can’t let you do that. i’ve already been so unfair to you by keeping all this to myself” scooting back, you create a space between your bodies. sunwoo feels cold again, until you run your hands up the sleeves of his hoodie before bringing them back to settle in his own. “you bring me so much joy, i always feel at home with you no matter where we are. you deserve the whole entire world, sunwoo and the closest i can get to that is by giving you the best version of myself, but that’s not who i am right now…”
you didn’t want sunwoo to break alongside you, deciding that you needed to pick yourself up all on your own. like you had said, sunwoo brings you nothing but happiness. he deserves nothing but the best and unfortunately, you were not your best. how could you fill your half of this relationship when you aren’t complete yourself? no more walking on eggshells. no more worrying, no more questioning. and the look in your eyes says it all. it’s the most full sunwoo has seen them in months, letting him know that this is what’s best. even if it means letting you go to search for pieces of yourself you couldn’t find with him. 
this is sunwoo’s final act of devotion to you. how he can show and prove to you that that feeling he gets at the thought of you will never go away. after all, he’ll do anything to bring your light back. he’s always seen you within a ray of gold and shimmer— how it hurt to witness it fade in real time.
sunwoo tugs on your hands, almost launching your body to him as he lies back flat against the cushions of your sofa. he shifts to move you next to him, curling into you and you into him. you let him hold you and rub circles against your hip as you cling onto the front of his jacket. tears slowly fall into the fabric, but neither you nor sunwoo care right now. 
“i just want you to be happy,” he whispers into your hair. even if it’s not with me, he wants to add but keeps it locked away in his heart. “i’ll do anything for you.”
“when that day comes,” you speak firmly. “we’ll find each other again.” 
just outside your window, the first snow of the year makes its way down just as the tears on you cheeks do. the roads will ice over soon and the cold will only get colder. sunwoo thinks he should get up and leave soon, but he can’t bring himself to do that just yet. you’re also hoping he doesn’t move, wanting to be selfish yet again.
just a little while longer. 
sunwoo vows to always love you in this life and all the ones that follow. he swears to always find you and make sure you never hurt like this again. because when you love someone, there’s nothing you won’t do for them.
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javierpenaismyhusband · 12 days ago
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You Are Not Alone
Javier Pena x M!Reader (You)
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Summary: Everything was fine until one night, as I was closing my café and heading home, I stumbled across a body, and the murderer. He attacked me, but I managed to survive. I thought about calling the cops, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I hated them. That was until I met Javi, the cop who showed up at my door, the same one I had served coffee to on the day my life turned upside down. What followed was a messy, complicated connection that neither of us saw coming.
Warnings: 18+, SMUT, MDNI, mentions of blood, wounds, cuts, bruises, frequent fights, stitched-up injuries, 20-year age gap, knife fights, stabbings, mentions of murder, brief mentions of anarchy and politics (not heavily featured), minimal use of Y/N (only when necessary).
Notes: Hi there! I know it’s been a while since I last posted, but I’ve been busy with work, and life’s been a bit rough lately. I’m not too happy with this fic, but I promise I’ll write something better in the future. Thanks for sticking around!
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It was early, and the café was quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional sound of my cleaning rag swiping across the counter. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, catching the tiny dust particles in the air like golden snow. I was wiping down the espresso machine, my mind half on the day ahead, when the door jingled.
I turned, a bit startled, to see a man step inside. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and carried himself with an easy confidence. His hair was dark, perfectly tousled as though he didn’t try too hard but still looked good. His face was strong and angular, with a neatly trimmed mustache that added to his rugged appeal. His brown eyes, though warm, held a hint of weariness, like someone who’d seen too much.
"Hey, did you open?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a hint of apology.
"Not yet," I replied, trying to sound casual despite the way my heart raced. He was, hands down, one of the best-looking guys I’d ever seen. "But tell me what you want."
He hesitated, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, thank you. A double espresso, if that’s okay."
"Perfect," I said, trying to hide my blush as I turned to the coffee machine. My hands moved automatically, grinding the beans and prepping the portafilter. I stole a glance at him as I worked, and he was standing there, looking around the café with an appreciative nod.
As I worked the espresso machine, he took a slow look around the shop. His eyes scanned the shelves lined with jars of coffee beans, the small potted plants scattered across tables, and the art pieces on the walls.
"This is a nice coffee shop," he said, his voice warm with approval. "How come I’ve never seen it before?"
I kept my eyes on the machine, focusing on tamping the grounds. "Oh, probably because it was closed for a while. I bought it from the previous owner and renovated it. Tried to make it as good as I could."
"You did that on your own? Bought the place all by yourself?" he asked, his tone tinged with surprise.
Before I could respond, he added, "You look like you’re, what, 22 years old? How did you do it?"
I couldn’t help but laugh as I placed the cup on the saucer and handed it to him. "I’m 20, actually."
His eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "No way."
"It wasn’t easy," I admitted, leaning lightly against the counter. "I was working two jobs, saving almost everything I earned. It took a while, but eventually, I had enough to make it happen. Opening this café was always the dream."
He studied me for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "That’s impressive," he said sincerely, his voice carrying a note of admiration.
I glanced up at him, and our eyes met. For a moment, it felt like the world around us went quiet. His deep brown eyes held mine, and I couldn’t help but notice the warmth in them, tinged with something I couldn’t quite place. My cheeks warmed, and I quickly turned away, focusing on the counter.
"Thank you," I said, trying to sound casual, though I knew the blush was probably giving me away.
As he pulled out his wallet, he asked, "What do I owe you?"
"It’s on the house," I replied with a small smile, glancing at him again.
He looked up, a smirk spreading across his face. "Thank you..." he trailed off, waiting for my name.
"Y/N," I offered.
"Thank you, Y/N," he said, his voice rolling my name off his tongue in a way that made my heart race.
"And your name?" I asked, wanting to know more about the man who’d walked in like a storm and somehow left me feeling calm and jittery all at once.
"Javier," he said simply.
"Nice to talk to you, Javier. I hope I see you again," I said, trying to sound confident.
He gave me a smile that was almost a promise. "Oh, trust me, you will."
With that, he turned to leave, his footsteps purposeful but unhurried. Just as he reached the door, he glanced back over his shoulder. "Have a good day," he said, his voice smooth and warm.
"You too," I replied, watching as the door closed behind him.
The café was quiet again, but the lingering warmth of his presence stayed with me, making the morning feel brighter.
That day turned out to be amazing. The café was busier than ever, with people stopping by to admire the place and enjoy their coffee. It felt like all the hard work and late nights were finally paying off. By the time the evening rolled around, I was exhausted but happy.
As the last customer left, I locked up the shop, the soft click of the door feeling oddly satisfying. The streets were quiet, the city settling into its nighttime rhythm. I started walking home, the cool breeze brushing against my skin, refreshing after the busy day.
Wanting to get home faster, I decided to take a shortcut through a narrow alley. It wasn’t the best-lit path, but it was familiar, and I’d taken it plenty of times before.
As I was nearing the end, almost home, a shape on the ground caught my eye. It was a man, lying motionless, blood pooling beneath him. My breath hitched, and every hair on my body stood on end. Before I could even process what I was seeing, something moved in the shadows.
Out of nowhere, a figure lunged at me—a man in a mask, holding a knife. I barely had time to react before I felt a sharp, burning pain across my stomach. He’d cut me, but thankfully it wasn’t too deep. Adrenaline surged through me, and without thinking, I swung my fist, connecting hard with his face. He staggered, and I used the moment to tackle him to the ground.
I didn’t wait to see if he’d get back up. My instincts screamed at me to run, and I did. My legs carried me faster than I thought possible, the sound of my heart pounding in my ears.
When I finally reached my building, I stopped to catch my breath, glancing over my shoulder to make sure I wasn’t being followed. The alley behind me was empty, but my pulse refused to slow down.
Shaking, I unlocked my door and stepped inside, locking it tightly behind me. I pressed my hand against the shallow cut on my stomach, wincing at the sting. Tonight had taken a sharp turn I hadn’t expected, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that the masked man wouldn’t be the last of my worries.
I stumbled into the bathroom, flicking on the light with shaky hands. The sight in the mirror stopped me in my tracks, my shirt was stained with blood, and my face was pale, beads of sweat clinging to my forehead.
Grabbing the bottle of alcohol from the cabinet, I pulled out a clean towel. My hands trembled as I poured the alcohol onto the fabric, the sharp smell stinging my nose. Bracing myself, I pressed it against the wound on my stomach.
The pain was immediate and searing, and I couldn’t hold back a hiss. The blood hadn’t stopped flowing yet, so I kept pressure on the cut, watching the towel turn red. My breathing was uneven, the events of the night replaying in my head.
As I waited for the bleeding to slow, the thought crossed my mind: I should call the police. But just as quickly, I shook my head. The idea made my stomach twist—not from the wound, but from a deeper anger.
What would they do? Show up hours later, ask a few questions, and then write it off as just another random attack? They were pigs, more interested in their own power than in actually protecting people. I’d seen it before—stories of neglect, abuse, and indifference. They didn’t care about people’s lives, not really.
No, calling them wasn’t worth it. I’d take care of this myself, just like I always had.
When the bleeding finally slowed, I tied the towel tightly around my waist, makeshift as it was. I’d have to properly bandage it later, but for now, I just needed to sit down and let my head stop spinning.
I sank into the couch, the exhaustion and pain washing over me like a tidal wave. My eyelids felt impossibly heavy, and before I knew it, the world faded to black.
A loud, sharp knock jolted me awake. "Police! Open up!"
Panic shot through me like lightning. My mind raced, the events of the alley flashing before my eyes. Another knock followed, louder this time. "Police! Open up!"
I forced myself up, every movement a struggle, and shuffled to the door. Cracking it open just enough to peek out, I froze when I saw who was standing there.
"Javier?" I blurted out, my voice shaky and hoarse.
His brows furrowed slightly. "What are you doing here?" I tried to sound casual, like nothing was wrong, but my heart was pounding in my chest.
"Mmm... I’m working," he said, tilting his head as if to study me. My heart skipped a beat—nice, he’s a cop, I thought. Suddenly, the pieces began to click.
"How can I help you?" I asked, my tone sharper than I intended, trying to mask my unease.
He raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment on my tone. "Have you seen anything strange around here? Heard anything unusual?" he asked, his voice steady, professional.
"No, not really," I replied, forcing calm into my words. But as I spoke, I glanced down for a second—big mistake. My shirt was damp, the wound on my stomach was bleeding like crazy.
Before I could react, dizziness swept over me like a wave, and the room tilted.
"Kid, are you okay?" Javier’s voice sounded far away, his concern cutting through the haze.
I felt my knees give out, and I reached for his shoulder instinctively, gripping it like a lifeline.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "I need to get you to a hospital."
"No," I croaked, barely audible. Summoning the last bit of strength I had, I clutched at him weakly. "No... no hospital."
And then the darkness claimed me again.
I wasn’t sure what pulled me out of the darkness, but a distant voice echoed in my mind, drawing me back. Slowly, I opened my eyes, blinking against the dim light. My head pounded, and my body felt heavy, like I’d been hit by a truck.
I didn’t recognize where I was—a small room, sparsely furnished but clean. Panic crept in as I tried to piece together what had happened. Before I could fully gather my thoughts, the door creaked open, and Javier stepped inside.
"Hey, hey, slow down, kid," he said, his voice calm but firm, rushing to my side. "You’ve been injured."
As he spoke, his hand moved to steady me, gently holding me by the shoulder and the side of my stomach, where the wound throbbed.
"Trust me, I know," I muttered, wincing as I shifted. The pain shot through me like a reminder of my reckless shortcut.
Javier shook his head, a mix of frustration and concern on his face. "You’re lucky it wasn’t worse. You passed out at your door. I had to bring you here."
"Here?" I glanced around the room again.
"My place," he said simply. "I didn’t think you’d want a hospital, and judging by your reaction earlier, I was right. Besides, I had the supplies to take care of you."
I looked at him, confused. "Supplies?"
He gestured toward a small table near the couch where I was lying. A sewing kit, gauze, and medical tape were laid out neatly.
"I stitched you up," he explained, his tone matter-of-fact. "The cut wasn’t deep enough to need a surgeon, but it still needed to be closed. I’ve had to handle worse out in the field."
"Stitched?" My eyes widened as my hand instinctively moved toward my stomach, but he caught my wrist before I could pull at the bandage.
"Don’t touch it," he said, his voice firm but not unkind. "You’ll just mess it up. Trust me, you don’t want to go through that pain again."
I let my hand drop, nodding slowly. "Thanks... for doing that. And for not taking me to the hospital."
He shrugged, leaning back in the chair he’d pulled closer. "You’re welcome. But don’t get the wrong idea—this doesn’t mean I think you handled things the right way. You could’ve bled out."
"I didn’t," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady, though his words hit uncomfortably close to home.
He ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "Yeah, well, next time you find yourself in trouble, don’t be stubborn. Call someone. You can’t always handle things on your own."
I glanced at the neat stitches under the bandage, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and embarrassment. "I’ll... keep that in mind."
"Good," he said, standing up. "You should rest. Moving around too much could open the wound again."
"Sorry," I said, swinging my legs off the couch despite the pain that shot through me. "But I need to go."
Javier turned sharply, frowning. "No, no, you can’t leave in your condition. You’ve been stitched up, not magically healed."
I stood slowly, clutching my side. "Javi, don’t take this the wrong way, but one—I have to open my shop. And two..." I hesitated, trying to find the right words. "I don’t like being in a place with a police officer."
That seemed to hit him. His brows furrowed, and his expression shifted between sadness and frustration. "You don’t like...?"
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate everything you did for me—stitching me up, bringing me here, everything. But I just can’t stay."
I grabbed my phone and jacket, determined to leave before this got more complicated. I limped toward the door, every step a mix of pain and stubbornness. Just as I reached for the handle, a strong hand slammed against the door, keeping it shut.
"You’re not leaving," Javier said, his voice low but firm.
I turned to face him, my heart racing. His dark eyes locked onto mine, a mix of concern and something else I couldn’t quite read.
"Javi—"
"Listen to me," he cut me off, his hand still pressed firmly against the door. "You’re hurt, and walking around in your condition isn’t just stupid—it’s reckless. I don’t care how tough you think you are or how much you need to get back to work. You’re staying here until I know you’re not going to keel over in the middle of the street."
His words were sharp, but his voice softened as he added, "And about the whole 'police officer' thing—I get it. But I’m not just some badge, okay? I’m a guy trying to help you."
His hand slowly slid from the door, but he didn’t move back. "So, can you please just sit down and let me make sure you’re okay?"
I hesitated, torn between my instinct to bolt and the weight of his words. Finally, I nodded, sighing. "Fine. But only for a little while."
Javier stepped back, a small, relieved smile tugging at his lips. "Good. Now, sit down, and I’ll make you something to eat. You look like you could use it."
I didn’t say a word as he watched me, his dark eyes unwavering. After a moment, Javier brushed his thumb across his bottom lip, a small habit I couldn’t help but notice, and then he turned away, heading straight for the kitchen.
The sounds of clattering pans and the faint sizzle of bacon filled the air, grounding me a little as I sat back on the couch. When he finally emerged, he placed a plate on the table with eggs, bacon, and two mugs of black coffee.
"Where’s your food?" I asked, frowning as I noticed he didn’t bring anything for himself.
Javier shrugged, leaning casually against the counter. "Oh, I’ve got stock at the station. This is just for you."
"Yeah, right," I said with a raised brow. I pushed myself up, ignoring the sharp ache in my side, and grabbed a spare plate from the counter. Before he could protest, I divided the food, sliding one egg and two strips of bacon onto the second plate.
"We share," I said simply, setting the plate in front of him.
Javier stood beside me, his big, expressive eyes locked on mine, filled with something I couldn’t quite name. Gratefulness? Surprise? Whatever it was, it made the air feel heavier, like all the tension I’d been trying to ignore had condensed into this one moment.
He didn’t argue. Instead, he sat down across from me, his gaze flicking between me and the plate like he wasn’t used to someone doing something so... small but thoughtful.
The silence between us felt louder than it should have. Every glance, every small movement—his hand brushing against the mug, the way he sipped his coffee—it all felt charged.
I caught myself staring too long, his lips curved around the edge of the mug, and I quickly looked away. Get your shit together, I thought, my heart beating way too fast. He’s a fucking cop.
But then he looked at me again, his eyes soft and warm, and for a split second, I thought about leaning in. About closing the space between us and finding out if his lips tasted like coffee or something sweeter.
Instead, I shoved another bite of bacon into my mouth and cleared my throat. "So... you’re just gonna stare at me all morning, or are you actually gonna eat?"
Javier chuckled, his smirk returning. "I’ll eat. But you might want to work on your bedside manner, kid. You’re not exactly the grateful patient type."
"Grateful patient? That’s rich coming from someone who stitched me up and then guilt-tripped me into staying," I shot back, smirking.
His laugh was deep, genuine, and I couldn’t help but smile. For a moment, the tension melted, replaced by something lighter.
"You know, this coffee is amazing," I said, taking another sip and savoring the bitterness.
"Stop," Javier replied, rolling his eyes with a small smirk. "It’s just black coffee."
Before I could argue, his phone buzzed loudly on the counter. He grabbed it, glancing at the screen before standing up to answer.
"Hey, Murphy, what’s up?" he said, his voice casual but with an edge of irritation.
As he listened, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with practiced ease. The faint scent of tobacco filled the room as he leaned against the wall, his free hand resting on his hip.
"I’m not coming in today," he said after a moment, his tone firm. "I’m feeling a little sick."
I raised an eyebrow at that, watching him as he paced a few steps.
There was a pause while the person on the other end—Murphy, I guessed—kept talking. Javier nodded absently, taking a drag from his cigarette, the faint glow of the ember catching my attention.
"Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine," he said, exhaling smoke in a slow stream. "You have a good day."
With that, he hung up and set the phone on the counter, stubbing the cigarette out in a small ashtray nearby.
"You called in sick?" I asked, unable to hide my surprise.
Javier turned to me with a shrug. "Figured someone should stick around and make sure you don’t try to do anything stupid, like open your shop in your condition."
I snorted, leaning back in my chair. "You’re really milking this whole 'you’re hurt' thing, huh?"
"Call it what you want," he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter. "But I’m not letting you out of my sight until I know you’re okay."
"Why?" I asked, setting my mug down a little too hard. The sound echoed in the quiet room, but I didn’t care. "Why do you care? You don’t know me. You just came to my shop, got some coffee, and now you’re acting like—"
"Like what?" he interrupted, his voice calm but edged with something I couldn’t place.
"Like we’re friends or something," I finished, the anger bubbling up in my chest. I wasn’t even sure why I was mad, but the words kept coming. "We’re not. You don’t owe me anything, and I don’t need you playing hero."
Javier didn’t flinch at my tone. He just looked at me, his dark eyes steady, unreadable. Then he sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Maybe you’re right," he said finally, his voice quieter. "Maybe I don’t know you. But I know what it’s like to have no one around when you need them. And I’m not about to walk away from someone who’s clearly been through... whatever the hell you’ve been through."
His words hit harder than I expected. My shoulders tensed, and I looked away, staring down at my hands on the table.
"I don’t need help," I muttered, though it sounded weak even to my own ears.
"Maybe not," Javier said, stepping closer. His tone was firm, but not unkind. "But you’re getting it anyway. So stop trying to push me away like I’m some stranger who doesn’t give a damn."
"But you are a stranger," I said, my voice cold as I stood up.
Javier’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t move.
Before he could respond, I grabbed my things and pushed past him, putting some space between us. "Thanks for the stitches, but I’m done here."
He reached out like he might stop me but let his hand drop, his jaw tightening as he watched me walk to the door.
For a split second, I hesitated, hoping—wanting—him to say something, to stop me. But he didn’t.
I opened the door and stepped outside, letting it shut behind me with a soft thud.
The night air was cold against my skin, the quiet of the street amplifying the sound of my hurried footsteps. My chest was tight, a knot of anger, frustration, and something I didn’t want to admit.
Part of me hoped he would come after me, but as I glanced back over my shoulder, the house remained still, the warm light from the window glowing faintly.
He didn’t follow.
The disappointment hit harder than I expected, but I swallowed it down, walking faster.
I didn’t need him.
I didn’t need anyone.
When I got home, the first thing that greeted me was the bloodstained towel and the mess from the night before. The sight of it all—the dried blood, the chaotic reminder of everything that had happened—made my stomach turn.
I sighed, setting my things down carefully. The last thing I needed was to rip my wound open again. Slowly, I moved through the room, picking up the towel and tossing it into the sink. The coppery scent of dried blood hit me as I rinsed it under the faucet, the water turning pink before swirling down the drain.
I wiped the counters, sweeping away any lingering evidence of the chaos. My side ached with every movement, but I ignored it, focusing on getting the place back to some semblance of normal.
When I finally finished, I collapsed onto the couch, wincing as my body protested. The quiet of the apartment settled over me, but my mind refused to match the stillness.
The masked man. The body.
The image flashed through my head, vivid and relentless. His face—or what little I’d seen of it behind the mask—haunted me. The glint of the knife. The feeling of warm blood soaking into my clothes.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push it all away. But then, unbidden, another thought crept in: Why didn’t Javier ask me how I got the wound?
He had every opportunity. He clearly knew something was off—his questions, the way he looked at me, it all screamed that he was suspicious.
Should I have told him?
The thought sent a shiver through me. Could I have trusted him with the truth? Would he have believed me? Or would he have just dragged me down to the station, thrown me into some interrogation room, and treated me like a suspect instead of a victim?
My chest tightened as doubt crept in. Maybe I’d made the right choice by walking away. Or maybe…
I shook my head, cutting the thought short. What was done was done. I just needed to stay focused, keep my head down, and figure out what the hell I was going to do next.
As I was on the couch, trying to steady my thoughts, a loud knock on the door jolted me upright. It wasn’t friendly or casual—it was urgent, almost threatening.
I stood, heart pounding, and approached cautiously.
Then came the crash.
The door slammed open, nearly ripping off its hinges. In the doorway stood the masked man, his silhouette framed by the dim light from the hall.
“Shit,” I muttered under my breath, barely processing before he charged at me.
His fist swung wide, catching me across the jaw before I could react. Pain exploded in my face as I stumbled back, barely keeping my balance.
He didn’t stop. Another punch came, slamming into my ribs and knocking the air out of me. I doubled over, gasping, but as his arm came down again, I raised mine to block it. My palm collided with his elbow, pushing it away as I pivoted and delivered a sharp kick to his side.
He grunted, staggering, but recovered quickly.
The next thing I knew, his shoulder drove into me like a battering ram, sending us both crashing into the coffee table. I hit the floor hard, shards of broken glass digging into my palms as I scrambled to push him off.
His knee came up, slamming into my stomach. I choked on the pain but managed to twist my body, throwing him off me just enough to roll away.
“Bastard,” I growled, spitting blood as I got to my feet.
He lunged, aiming a wild punch at my head. I ducked, countering with a jab to his gut, then a quick uppercut that snapped his head back. But he was relentless, shaking it off and swinging again.
This time, his fist caught me square in the temple, and stars burst in my vision. I staggered, barely keeping my footing as he pressed the advantage, landing another punch to my shoulder that spun me around.
I stumbled into the kitchen, grabbing the edge of the counter to steady myself. He was on me in an instant, slamming me into the cabinets with enough force to rattle the dishes inside.
Fury flared in me, overriding the pain. I turned sharply, grabbing the edge of the counter and using it to propel myself into a spin kick that caught him in the side of the head.
He hit the floor but rolled immediately, snatching up a knife from the counter.
“Shit,” I hissed, backing away.
He swung the blade in tight arcs, forcing me to stay on the defensive. Each slash came closer than the last, grazing my shirt, cutting the air just inches from my skin.
As I staggered back from the blow, my heart hammering in my chest, I saw my chance. The masked man was disoriented, his breath coming in ragged gasps as we circled each other. I moved quickly, grabbing at the edge of his mask. It came off with a tug, revealing a face I didn’t recognize—a rough-looking guy, maybe in his late thirties. His dark hair was slicked back, his face marked with a few scars. His eyes were cold, like he’d seen too much, and his jaw was clenched in frustration.
Before I could say anything, he froze, his eyes darting to the window.
I heard the distant sound of sirens growing louder, and in a flash, he made a break for it.
Without warning, he bolted for the window, shoving it open and scrambling out onto the first-floor ledge.
“Shit!” I shouted, stumbling forward, but it was too late. He was already gone, his figure disappearing into the shadows.
I barely had time to catch my breath when the sound of sirens filled the air.
The police arrived moments later, rushing through the door with weapons drawn. I raised my hands, trying to steady my breathing.
“He—he jumped out of the window,” I managed to say, pointing toward the open window where he’d disappeared. “I—I saw him run. He’s gone.”
A few officers immediately moved toward the window, peering out into the darkness below.
One of them, a tall woman with short-cropped hair, turned back to me. “You’re sure?”
I nodded. “I’m sure.”
They quickly began their search around the building, but I could tell he was already long gone.
Javier entered last, his expression grim. His eyes scanned the room, locking onto me with a mix of concern and irritation.
“You good?” he asked, his voice soft but tense.
I swallowed hard, nodding again. “Yeah. I’m fine. He... he didn’t get me.”
Javier didn’t seem convinced, his eyes flicking to the window and then back to me. “That guy’s fast. Let’s hope we can catch him before he gets too far.”
The officers began their work, and Javier stayed close, his presence a grounding force in the chaos.
After I gave my statement to one of the officers, explaining what happened, they started taking evidence from the scene. My house felt like it was under complete scrutiny, and the officers moved in and out with cold efficiency, their voices a blur of unintelligible chatter.
One officer, a woman with short hair and a focused expression, approached me next. “I need you to describe the man in as much detail as possible,” she said, pulling out a small notepad and a pen. “We’re going to sketch him. Every little thing helps.”
I nodded, trying to gather my thoughts. I described his face, his build, the scars I had seen, the way he moved, his clothes—everything I could remember. The officer jotted everything down as I spoke, her eyes focused and intense.
As she worked, I heard snippets of conversation between the other officers. “He is definitely a part of some anarchist group,” one muttered. “Fucking communists causing trouble around here.”
I could feel my anger rising. I had enough of their generalizations and disrespect. I turned to face them, unable to hold it in anymore. “Is there something wrong, pigs?” I snapped, my voice cold, challenging.
The officer closest to me, a man with dark hair and a rough expression, glared at me, stepping forward aggressively. “You got a problem, kid?” he growled, his posture tense as if ready to pounce.
I tensed, preparing myself for whatever was coming. My fists clenched, my body coiling, ready to throw a punch. I wasn’t scared of him. I’d been through worse.
But then, just as the situation was about to escalate, I heard a sharp voice cut through the tension.
“STOP!”
It was Javier, his voice commanding and fierce. He stepped in between me and the officer, placing a hand on the man’s chest, pushing him back slightly. “Leave the kid alone,” he ordered, his voice low but filled with authority. “You’re not helping anything.”
The officer hesitated, clearly aware of the weight Javier's presence carried. After a tense moment, he muttered something under his breath and stepped back, unwilling to challenge Javier further.
Without a word, Javier grasped my arm and gently but firmly guided me out of my apartment. The cool air hit me immediately, sharp against my skin, and the fog of confusion from the fight began to lift, replaced by a gnawing clarity.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Javier’s voice was low, controlled, but the frustration was unmistakable. “You really trying to dig yourself deeper into this mess?”
I opened my mouth, but the words didn’t come. Part of me wanted to argue, but I knew it was futile. The anger simmered beneath the surface, but I kept quiet.
“Do you even realize what happens when you call a cop a ‘pig’?” Javier pressed on, his voice tinged with concern. “You think that’s gonna help your situation?”
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, barely audible, my eyes flicking to the ground. What was I supposed to say to that? Everything felt like it was spiraling out of control, and I was just trying to hold on.
Javier’s tone softened, though the concern remained. He stopped walking, turning me so I was facing him directly. His eyes narrowed, assessing me with a piercing gaze. “You almost died tonight,” he said, his words heavy, as if trying to make me understand the gravity of the situation.
I didn’t reply. What was there to say? He was right, but I wasn’t sure I could process it just yet. My stomach felt like it was full of concrete, and every inch of me ached with exhaustion.
Javier sighed softly and lifted his hand to my shirt, tugging it up gently to see the wound. I flinched instinctively, but his touch was careful, almost reverent. “You’re still bleeding,” he said quietly, his eyes flicking over the damage to my body—scrapes, bruises, the deep gash at my side.
I looked down at the blood slowly soaking through the fabric, and for the first time since the attack, I felt the full weight of what had happened.
“You’re a mess,” Javier muttered, more to himself than to me, though his voice held no judgment—just concern. “I shouldn’t have let you leave my place like this.”
I winced at his words. Part of me wanted to argue, to shrug it off, but the truth hung heavy in the air. My body was covered in wounds, bruises that felt like they belonged to someone else.
“I’m fine,” I said, though it came out weaker than I intended. “Just bruises.”
Javier’s gaze softened, but his determination didn’t waver. “You’re not fine,” he replied firmly, reaching for his phone. “I’m calling an ambulance.”
“No hospital,” I said, my voice a little more urgent than I had planned.
His brows furrowed. “Why?” he asked, disbelief creeping into his tone. “You’re seriously not going to the hospital?”
“If he found my house, he’d definitely think that after all this, I’d be heading to the hospital,” I replied, my voice tinged with frustration.
Javier opened his mouth to respond, but I cut him off. “What are you gonna do, send someone after me?” I scoffed. “Javi, they’re not gonna protect me. They’ll just see a ‘communist’ and brush me off.”
He exhaled sharply, a mixture of annoyance and concern clouding his features. “Yeah, better than nothing. But you’re not getting it. If he finds you again, he’s gonna kill you, kid.”
My eyes locked onto his, and I felt a flash of heat surge through me. “No, no, you don’t get it. If he finds me again, I’m gonna kill him.” My words came out colder than I meant, but the adrenaline coursing through my veins drowned out any sense of restraint.
Javier stared at me, his jaw tightening. “Don’t talk like that,” he warned, though his voice held more concern than reprimand. “You’re not a killer, don’t let yourself go there.”
I didn’t respond, just turned and made my way to the door. Part of me wanted to just disappear, to bury myself in the chaos of it all. But there was no escaping what had happened—and there was no escaping the fact that I wasn’t about to sit idly by and let that man come after me again.
“You can’t do this alone, kid,” Javier said, his voice softer now, but still firm. “Let me help you.”
I hesitated, my hand on the doorknob, but my mind was already made up. "I’ve got this," I muttered, stepping out into the cold night air, leaving Javier standing there, watching me.
I was consumed with anger, a sense of isolation gnawing at me. I didn’t have anyone to turn to; my house was now a crime scene, and I was alone in this town, uncertain and vulnerable. I found myself back at my shop, the only place that offered any semblance of normalcy. The doors opened, and I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the familiar space, but it felt different—empty, as though something had been stripped away.
Time seemed to blur as I stood there, lost in my thoughts. About an hour passed before I heard a knock on the window. My heart skipped a beat, and I turned slowly, dreading what I might see.
It was Javier.
I opened the door without hesitation, knowing that there was no escaping the moment.
“Kid, please don’t be so stubborn,” he said, his voice edged with concern. “Come with me.”
I didn’t say anything, my anger simmering just beneath the surface.
“Kid, please,” he repeated, his voice softer now, a mixture of plea and frustration.
Still, I remained silent, refusing to show weakness. Javier, however, wasn’t deterred. He stepped closer, his movements purposeful, and without waiting for my permission, grabbed my things. He gently positioned himself in front of me, locking eyes with me, his presence unmistakable.
“Just for tonight,” he said, the words more of a request than a demand, though the tone was unwavering. “Come with me.”
I hesitated, the weight of everything pressing down on me. My pride told me not to, to stand my ground. But in the end, my heart couldn’t ignore the quiet desperation inside me. I gave a reluctant nod, allowing him to lead me out.
As we stepped into the cool night, Javier’s hand found my shoulder. He squeezed it gently, his voice low and sincere.
“I’m here. I know we’re not friends or anything, but I’m here,” he said, his words grounding me in a way I hadn’t expected.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The walls I’d built up came crumbling down. Without thinking, I collapsed against his chest, the tears I’d been holding back finally breaking free.
Javier held me without a word, his grip firm yet gentle. One hand rested on my back, the other softly cradling my head, as if trying to shield me from everything. He didn’t say anything—he didn’t need to. His presence was enough, grounding me when I felt like I was about to fall apart. In that moment, I let go, allowing him to hold me as I cried, the tears falling freely now that I wasn’t alone.
When I finally pulled away, my eyes were swollen, and my chest felt raw from the emotion, but there was a small sense of relief. Javier didn’t try to speak right away; he simply offered me a comforting look before guiding me to his car.
The drive was quiet, the hum of the engine filling the space between us. My mind raced, but it was as though I couldn’t find the words. I’d been so angry earlier, and now, in this strange comfort, that anger felt distant, like a faint memory I couldn’t fully grasp.
When we arrived at his home, the familiar ache in my body returned, but there was a strange sense of security here, in this space. Javier led me inside, and the warmth of his home seemed to settle me, even if just a little.
“Go get a shower,” Javier said softly, his voice almost reassuring. “When you’re done, I’ll be here waiting to patch you up again.”
He motioned toward the bathroom, then added, “I’ve already set out a pair of clean towels for you, and I’ll get you some fresh clothes.”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak just yet. I didn’t want to admit how much I appreciated his thoughtfulness, but the simple act of caring felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders.
As I stepped into the bathroom, I let the water wash over me, the warmth sinking into my muscles, easing the tension that had built up from the fight, the fear, and everything else. It was the first moment in what felt like ages where I could breathe without feeling like something was closing in on me.
When I finished, I wrapped myself in the clean towels Javier had set out for me, the fabric soft against my skin. As I opened the bathroom door, I saw him standing near the couch, already with a first aid kit in hand, his gaze soft but focused.
"Go to my room," he said, his voice steady. "I left you a spare set of clothes—t-shirt, a clean pair of boxers, socks, and some grey pants."
I nodded, turning to head toward the room he mentioned, but he stopped me.
"I’ll need you to wear only the underwear," Javier added, his tone serious. "I need to check for cuts or wounds on your legs too."
I hesitated for a moment, but then complied. There was no point in arguing when he was trying to help. I slipped into the clean underwear he'd left out for me, the fabric snug and comfortable. As I walked back to the living room, I felt a sense of vulnerability, but I had no choice but to trust him.
When I emerged, Javier was waiting, his expression focused but kind. He motioned for me to sit on the couch, and I did, feeling the weight of my exhaustion pressing on me. He knelt in front of me, his eyes scanning my legs, looking for any more wounds or bruises that I might’ve missed.
I hadn’t realized how many injuries I had until I saw the way his eyes took in each mark, the tenderness in his touch as he inspected my arms and legs. There were bruises from the punches and kicks, cuts from the glass shards, and my right eye was already swelling, turning a deep purple. A cut ran from my left eyebrow, and smaller lacerations marked my arms, my hand bruised and scraped from the earlier fight. And then there was the stomach wound, which he had stitched earlier, now painfully reopened.
"Kid," Javier muttered, his voice low with concern as his fingers gently pressed against the wound, making me wince. "This is still bad. We need to clean it again and close it up properly, but I don’t want to push you too hard."
"I’m fine," I said, trying to sound strong, even though my body screamed otherwise. "Just do what you need to."
Javier didn’t hesitate. He took a deep breath, his brow furrowing as he went to work, carefully cleaning the cut on my stomach first. His hands were steady, even though I could see the concern in his eyes. He worked in silence, focused on getting the job done, but there was an unspoken understanding between us, something that told me he actually cared.
After some time, he finished and gently patted the bandage on my stomach. “You’re all set, kid. Just try not to reopen it again, okay?”
“Okay,” I nodded, wincing slightly as I adjusted myself.
Javier stood up, grabbing a bottle of water from the bedside table. “Let’s get your bed ready,” he said as he moved to the side.
I hesitated. “What? I’m not taking your bed, Javi.”
“Don’t argue with me, kid. It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not. I’ll stay on the couch,” I insisted.
“Kid, no. It’s really okay. Just rest.”
“Javi,” I said firmly, “If you don’t sleep in your bed, I’m not staying.”
Javier looked at me, a moment of frustration crossing his face, but it softened. “Come on, kid.”
I didn’t argue further, following him to the bed. He made sure the covers were arranged before helping me get under them. My body still ached, but at least I felt a little more comfortable, even though I was only in my underwear.
Javier left the water bottle on the nightstand beside me and started heading toward the door. But before he left, I called out to him.
“Javi.”
“Yeah?” He turned, pausing in the doorway, his hand resting on the frame as he looked back at me.
“You don’t have to sleep on the couch,” I said softly, my voice wavering slightly.
He tilted his head, his brow furrowing. “What are you saying?”
I hesitated, my fingers gripping the edge of the blanket. “Just… stay here. It’s your bed, and I don’t feel right making you sleep out there.” My voice dropped lower, barely audible. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”
Javier’s eyes softened, his posture relaxing as he studied me. For a moment, I thought he might argue, but instead, he sighed quietly and nodded.
He didn’t say anything as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his chest. The soft trail of hair leading down from his sternum caught my attention, but I quickly looked away, feeling the heat rise in my face. He unbuckled his jeans next, sliding them off with practiced ease before folding them and placing them neatly on the chair by the wall.
Wordlessly, he moved to the bed and slipped under the covers beside me. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight, the faint scent of his cologne filling the space between us.
We lay there in silence, his presence both comforting and nerve-wracking. My heart thudded against my ribcage, and I turned my head to find him already looking at me.
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I know,” he replied, his voice steady, almost soothing. “But I want to.”
His words were simple, but they carried a weight that made my chest ache. Without thinking, I shifted closer to him, and his arm moved instinctively, wrapping around me. His hand rested lightly on my back, his thumb brushing small, reassuring circles against my shoulder.
“Thank you,” I murmured, my face pressed against his chest.
“You don’t have to thank me,” he said quietly, his other hand coming up to gently cradle the back of my head. “I’m here.”
We lay there, just the two of us, in silence. His eyes locked with mine, and the tension between us was thick, almost electric. I could feel the weight of everything unsaid in that moment. Javier’s gaze softened as he leaned in slowly, his arms wrapping around me in a careful, gentle embrace. Our faces were inches apart.
Without thinking, something inside me snapped. I leaned in, my lips pressing against his in a quick, soft kiss. His mustache brushed my skin, a light tickle that sent a shiver down my spine. The kiss was fleeting, but it was enough. My heart hammered in my chest, unsure of what had just happened, yet feeling the pull of something I couldn’t quite name.
Javier didn’t pull away immediately. His body tensed for just a second, his breath catching as if he was just as surprised as I was. But then, he relaxed, the warmth radiating from him drawing me in like a steady flame.
We didn’t speak. Neither of us seemed ready to break the fragile quiet that had settled over us. The room was dim, the soft rustle of the sheets the only sound as I stayed close to him, my heartbeat thrumming in my ears.
As I lay there, my thoughts spun uncontrollably. Did I really just kiss a man I met a day ago? A cop, no less? And now I’m in his bed, clinging to him like he’s my lifeline?
The questions circled in my mind, but none of them felt as important as the steady rise and fall of Javier’s chest beneath my cheek. The warmth of his skin, the quiet strength of his arms around me—it was grounding in a way I hadn’t felt in so long.
I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply, pushing the doubts and second-guessing to the back of my mind. For now, I let myself rest, letting my head settle against his chest, where the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled me into a fragile sense of peace.
Javier didn’t move or speak, and that silence was more comforting than any words could have been. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt safe enough to just exist in the moment, even if it didn’t make sense.
And slowly, against the odds, I drifted into sleep.
That night was so peaceful it felt like I had slept for days. I couldn’t remember the last time I woke up feeling so rested, like a weight had been lifted—at least for a little while.
When I opened my eyes the next morning, the first thing I noticed was that the bed beside me was empty. Javier was gone. For a moment, a pang of sadness hit me, an ache I didn’t expect. The warmth of his presence from last night was replaced by an emptiness that made the room feel colder.
I sighed, sitting up slowly, my body stiff and sore. Every movement reminded me of the fight, the bruises, and the open wounds. I winced as I stretched and swung my legs over the side of the bed.
The clothes Javier had left for me the night before were neatly folded on a chair. I pulled on the gray pants, the black T-shirt, and the socks, each motion slow and deliberate. The fabric was soft and clean, but everything still felt heavier on my aching body.
I made my way out to the kitchen, each step echoing faintly in the quiet apartment. The smell of coffee and faint smoke greeted me before I saw him. Javier stood by the counter, leaning against it with a mug in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He wore a fitted khaki T-shirt and black jeans, his hair slightly messy, like he hadn’t been awake for long.
“Hey, good morning,” he said, his voice warm but casual. As soon as he saw me, he stubbed out the cigarette and quickly moved to pour another mug of coffee.
“Good morning,” I replied, my voice soft as I shuffled to the table and sank into a chair.
Javier placed the steaming mug in front of me, his expression softening as he glanced over me. “How’re you feeling?”
“Sore,” I admitted, wrapping my hands around the mug. The warmth seeped into my palms, but it didn’t quite reach the ache in my muscles. “Everything hurts more now.”
He pulled out a chair across from me and sat down, his gaze steady and concerned. “That’s normal. The adrenaline wears off, and you feel it all at once.”
I nodded, taking a small sip of the coffee. It was strong and bitter, just how I liked it. The silence between us wasn’t awkward—it was comforting in a way, like neither of us needed to fill the space with words.
“Javi, can I take one?” I asked, nodding toward the pack of cigarettes on the table.
He raised an eyebrow but didn’t hesitate as he slid the pack and lighter toward me. “You smoke?”
I hesitated for a second as I picked one up, rolling it between my fingers. “I was smoking a lot of pot...” The words slipped out before I could stop them, and I froze, realizing who I was talking to—a cop.
Javier leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable for a moment. I braced myself for some lecture or even a disapproving look, but instead, he just smirked faintly. “Pot, huh? Well, that explains the calm under pressure.”
“Yeah...” I said, exhaling a stream of smoke, my eyes flitting up to meet his. “Javi, about the kiss last night—”
Before I could finish, he stood, moving toward me with an unhurried confidence that made my breath hitch. Without a word, he plucked the cigarette from my hand, placing it neatly in the ashtray. Then, in one fluid motion, he leaned down and kissed me.
It wasn’t hurried or impulsive—it was deliberate. His lips were warm and steady, and the weight of the kiss felt like an answer to every question swirling in my mind. My body froze for a moment, caught in disbelief, before the tension eased, and I found myself leaning into him, my fingers brushing against the edge of the table to steady myself.
When he finally pulled back, he stayed close, his gaze soft but unreadable. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, his voice low, a quiet reassurance laced in every word.
I winced at the word. “Javi, fuck... I like all this, but I don’t know anything about you, and I want to know,” I said, my words spilling out in a rush. “I don’t want this to be, like, a one-night thing, you know?”
His brows furrowed slightly, and for a moment, I thought I’d said too much. But then his expression softened, and he let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair. “You’re not wrong to ask for that,” he said after a moment, his voice thoughtful. “And you’re right—we don’t know much about each other. This... it’s fast, and I get why that might feel off to you.”
I nodded, my throat tight. “I just... I’ve had enough of people coming into my life and leaving like it meant nothing. I’m not saying this has to mean everything, but I want it to mean something.”
Javier’s eyes searched mine, and I could see something flicker there—understanding, maybe, or regret. “I don’t do one-night stands anymore,” he admitted quietly. “Not for a long time. And I wouldn’t be here now if I thought that’s all this was.”
I blinked, caught off guard by his honesty. “Then why haven’t you told me anything about you?”
Javier hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking away, and then he spoke, his voice steady. “We didn’t have the time to be honest.”
He was right. Our time together had been too short, too rushed for anything real. But I didn’t want to let it slip away.
“But we have now,” he finished, his gaze returning to mine, softer than before.
We sat there for a moment, the air between us quiet but full of unspoken things. Then, slowly, we began to talk—about everything and nothing.
He told me more than I expected, revealing bits and pieces of his life that had always seemed out of reach. Stories of his family, his past, and the things that shaped him into the person sitting across from me.
I listened, drawn in by his words, by the way he spoke so openly when he didn’t need to.
As the conversation drifted, I found myself doing the same—talking about things I hadn’t even realized I needed to say. It was strange, this connection we were building, but it felt like the right kind of strange.
When the silence finally stretched between us again, it was comfortable, not heavy with unanswered questions anymore.
Javier leaned back in his chair, a small smile on his lips. “This feels... good,” he said, voice quieter now.
I nodded, feeling something shift in my chest. “Yeah, it does.”
"Hey, Javi, by the way—something you didn’t mention. How old are you?"
Javier let out a quiet laugh, setting his coffee mug down and leaning back in his chair. His arms crossed, his smirk almost playful. "I’m turning 40 this year."
I blinked, my eyes going wide. "Fuck off," I said, genuinely surprised. "No way."
He just looked at me, deadpan. "Yeah, I’m getting old."
"Fuck, you’re a grandpa," I teased, smirking.
Javi laughed, shaking his head. "Stop it," he said, clearly amused but trying to play it cool.
I couldn’t resist. "I mean, you’re calling me ‘kid,’ but I could definitely be your kid."
His eyes widened for a second, then he threw his hands up. "Fuck off," he said, chuckling but looking a little flustered.
I got up, stepping toward him, my heart beating a little faster. I looked into his eyes, the words bubbling up before I could stop them. "I like it," I said, my voice softer than I meant. "I like you."
Before he could respond, I leaned down, closing the gap between us, and kissed him. It was quiet at first, almost tentative, but it felt like everything I had been trying to say, all the things that had been building up, poured into that one moment.
It started slow, tentative, my lips brushing against his in a delicate dance. But then his hand came up to cradle the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and the kiss deepened. His tongue slid against mine, hot and demanding, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. My hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping tightly as if I might fall if I let go.
When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing heavily. His eyes searched mine, filled with questions, but before he could say anything, I dropped to my knees in front of him.
“What are you—” he started, but I cut him off, my fingers fumbling with the buckle of his belt. His breath hitched as I undid his pants, pulling them down just enough to free him.
He was already half-hard, and I wrapped my hand around him, stroking him slowly, feeling the weight of him in my palm. I glanced up at him, meeting his gaze, and saw the hunger there, the way his jaw tightened as I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his hand tangling in my hair as I took him into my mouth.
I moved slowly, savoring the taste of him, the way his body responded to every flick of my tongue, every gentle pull of my lips. Javier groaned, his grip on my hair tightening just enough to send a thrill through me. I loved this—the control, the power I had in this moment, even as I knelt before him. I loved the way he cursed under his breath, the way his hips bucked slightly, as if he couldn’t help himself.
But I wasn’t in a rush. I wanted to take my time, to tease him, to draw out every sound, every reaction. I pulled back slightly, letting my tongue swirl around the head of his cock before taking him deeper, until my nose brushed against his stomach. His thighs tensed, and I could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his entire body seemed to coil with anticipation.
“Jesus,” he breathed, his voice rough. “You’re going to kill me.”
I smirked around him, letting my teeth graze lightly before sucking harder, my hand working in tandem with my mouth. Javier’s moan was louder this time, unrestrained, and it sent a jolt of arousal straight through me. I could feel myself hardening in my own pants, but I ignored it, focusing entirely on him, on the way his body trembled under my touch.
His hand in my hair tightened again, and he tugged gently, urging me to stop. Reluctantly, I pulled back, looking up at him with a question in my eyes.
“Not like this,” he said, his voice strained. “I want—fuck, I want more.”
I stood slowly, my knees protesting slightly, and Javier grabbed my wrist, pulling me down onto his lap. His hardness pressed against me, and I sucked in a sharp breath as his hands slid under my shirt, his fingers trailing over my skin. His touch was electric, sending sparks wherever he touched, and I arched into him, needing more.
His lips found mine again, this kiss hungrier, more desperate than before. I could feel the urgency in him now, the way his hands roamed over my body, exploring, claiming. When his fingers dipped below the waistband of my pants, I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily.
“Javier,” I murmured against his mouth, my voice shaking. “Please.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. In one swift motion, he stood, lifting me with him, and set me down on the edge of the table. His hands were everywhere, stripping me of my clothes, without touching my wounds or burses his mouth following, leaving searing kisses and bites along my neck, my chest, my stomach. By the time he straightened, I was trembling, my body aching for him.
Javier stepped back just enough to kick off his pants completely, his cock standing proudly, fully hard now. He reached into the drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube, and I felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over me. He was always prepared, always careful, and that's what i like about him.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low, his eyes searching mine.
I nodded, unable to form words, and he smiled softly, leaning in to kiss me again. This kiss was slower, almost tender, a stark contrast to the heat of moments before. When he pulled back, he poured some lube onto his fingers, warming it before reaching between us.
The first press of his finger against me made me gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. He went slowly, easing me open with a patience that drove me mad. By the time he added a second finger, I was panting, my hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.
“Javi,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I need you. Now.”
He didn’t hesitate. Positioning himself at my entrance, he looked into my eyes, holding my gaze as he pushed inside. The stretch burned, but in the best possible way, and I clung to him, my nails scraping down his back as he filled me completely.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead resting against mine. “You feel—”
I cut him off with a kiss, unable to wait any longer. Javier began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, giving me time to adjust. But soon the rhythm picked up, his hips snapping against mine, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, wanting to feel every inch of him.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, my voice breaking on the words. “Please, don’t stop.”
He didn’t. Instead, he leaned down, his lips finding the sensitive spot on my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. I cried out, my hands clutching at his back, my nails leaving trails of red against his skin. Every movement, every touch, every sound was overwhelming, and I felt myself teetering on the edge, ready to fall.
“Javi, I’m—”
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “Let go.”
And I did...
So he did too.
The room was filled with the sound of our breathing, heavy and uneven as we both came back down. Javier’s forehead rested against mine, his warm breath fanning across my skin. For a moment, neither of us moved, the stillness between us as profound as the intensity we’d just shared.
I closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath, my body still trembling from the release. Javier’s hands were steady on my waist, grounding me in a way I hadn’t expected.
“You okay?” he asked softly, his voice low and raspier than usual.
I nodded, my cheek brushing against his as I whispered back, “Yeah. I’m okay.”
Javier pulled back slightly, his dark eyes scanning my face with a softness I wasn’t used to. His hands shifted to my arms, his touch deliberate as he trailed down to my wrists, carefully turning them over to inspect the faint scrapes and bruises there. His fingers were warm, his movements gentle, as though he was afraid of hurting me.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asked again, his voice laced with concern.
I nodded, letting out a shaky breath. “Yeah. Just... sore.”
He frowned slightly, his eyes darting to my shoulder where a faint discoloration from an earlier bruise had deepened. His thumb brushed against it, and I winced involuntarily. His expression darkened, guilt flashing in his eyes.
“I should’ve been more careful,” he muttered.
“Javi,” I said softly, reaching up to touch his arm. “I’m fine. Really.”
His gaze met mine, and for a moment, the air between us felt heavier. Slowly, his hand moved upward, grazing my jaw before his thumb traced the corner of my mouth. The gentle brush sent a shiver through me, and my lips parted slightly, the simple act feeling more intimate than anything else.
He leaned in, his movements unhurried, giving me every chance to pull away. But I didn’t. Instead, I tilted my head up, meeting him halfway.
The kiss was soft, tender in a way that made my chest ache. His lips moved against mine with a deliberateness that spoke of restraint, of something deeper simmering beneath the surface. His hand cupped my cheek, steadying me as I melted into him, my hands finding their way to his waist.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine once more, his eyes searching mine for something unspoken.
“You make it hard to keep my distance,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding against my ribcage. “Then don’t,” I whispered, the words spilling out before I could stop them.
Javier let out a soft chuckle, his thumb brushing along my jawline one last time. “You’re trouble, you know that?”
I smirked, my lips tingling from the kiss. “You’re not exactly innocent either, Javi.”
For the first time, he smiled, a genuine curve of his lips that softened the sharp lines of his face. He didn’t say anything else, just pressed a kiss to my forehead before stepping back, his hands lingering on my waist for a second longer than necessary.
“Let me clean you up properly,” he said, breaking the silence
I nodded, watching as he moved around the kitchen with a practiced ease. He grabbed a clean towel from a nearby drawer, dampened it under warm water, and returned to me. Without a word, he crouched slightly, his focus entirely on me as he began cleaning the mess on my stomach.
The warmth of the towel against my skin sent a shiver up my spine. His touch was careful, almost reverent, as though he wanted to make sure he didn’t cause me any discomfort.
“Sorry,” he murmured, glancing up briefly. “I should’ve grabbed this earlier.”
“It’s okay,” I replied, my voice quieter than I intended.
He didn’t look up again, his attention fully on the task at hand. Each swipe of the towel felt like a small act of care, something I hadn’t expected but found myself leaning into.
When he finished, he tossed the towel aside and straightened, his hands brushing against my hips as he stood. His gaze lingered on me, his dark eyes soft yet searching, as though trying to read the thoughts running through my head.
“You good?” he asked, his tone gentle.
I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“Good,” he said, his lips curving into a faint smile again. He reached up, his thumb brushing lightly along my jawline. The simple gesture made my chest tighten, the tenderness in his touch something I wasn’t used to but craved more than I wanted to admit.
Javier stepped back, giving me a little space, though the air between us felt charged with something unspoken. “Let’s get you more comfortable,” he said, gesturing toward the living room.
So that’s what I did—I followed him. He led me to the bedroom, rummaging through his drawers until he pulled out a gray hoodie, a pair of black sweatpants, and clean white boxers. He handed them to me with a small, almost bashful smile.
“These should fit,” he said, his voice casual, though his eyes flickered with something softer.
I took the clothes, knowing full well they were going to be huge on me. Hell, even on him, they looked a little roomy. As I started changing, I felt his gaze lingering on me. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was impossible to ignore.
When I finished pulling the hoodie over my head, I turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “What?”
Javier’s smirk appeared instantly, subtle but undeniably there. He looked down for a second, almost like he was caught off guard by himself, before meeting my eyes again. “Nothing,” he said, his tone light but warm. “I just like seeing you in my clothes.”
I felt heat creep up my neck, but I rolled my eyes to cover it up. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Maybe,” he said with a shrug, leaning casually against the doorframe, his smirk softening into a genuine smile. “But it’s true.”
The hoodie hung low, almost brushing my thighs, and the sweatpants needed to be rolled at the waist just to stay on. It was comically oversized, but it smelled like him—like coffee, faint tobacco, and something warm and familiar.
“Do I look ridiculous?” I asked, pulling at the hem of the hoodie as I gave him a teasing look.
He tilted his head, pretending to study me. “No,” he said after a moment, his voice quieter now. “You look... good.”
I blinked, the realization hitting me like a brick. "Fuck," I muttered, staring at him. "Did I just have sex with a fucking cop?"
Javier’s eyes widened, and for a second, he looked genuinely startled before his expression shifted to one of mock offense. “No... wait a second,” he shot back, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Did I just fuck an anarchist?”
We both froze for a beat before bursting into laughter, the sound filling the room and breaking whatever tension had lingered. It was ridiculous, but the kind of ridiculous that felt good—light and stupid in the best way.
I doubled over, clutching the too-long sleeves of his hoodie as I laughed harder. “God, this is so messed up,” I said between breaths.
He grinned, his arms crossing over his chest as he leaned back against the doorframe. “You think this is messed up? Try writing the police report on it.”
That only made me laugh harder, and soon enough, he joined in, his usually serious demeanor cracking wide open. For a moment, it didn’t matter how we’d ended up here or what was waiting outside this room. All that mattered was the ridiculousness of the situation and the fact that, somehow, we were both okay with it.
As our laughter died down, Javier reached into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He held one out to me, the corners of his lips still curved in a faint smile. I took it without hesitation, and he pulled another for himself.
With a flick of his lighter, he lit mine first, the flame briefly illuminating his face in the dim kitchen light. Then he lit his own, taking a slow drag before exhaling a plume of smoke into the air.
It felt oddly normal—like this wasn’t the aftermath of an unexpected night but just two people sharing a moment. I leaned against the counter, savoring the nicotine rush, when Javier’s phone suddenly buzzed on the table.
He glanced at it, muttering a quiet curse before picking it up. “Hey, Murphy, what’s up?” His voice shifted, professional and alert.
I couldn’t make out the words on the other end, but whatever was said made Javier’s eyes widen. His posture straightened, his entire demeanor snapping into focus.
“Yeah,” he said quickly. “Yeah, we’re coming.”
He ended the call, slipping his phone into his pocket as he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. Turning to me, his expression was sharp but not panicked, like someone preparing for the next move in a high-stakes game.
“We need to go,” he said simply. “Now.”
“Javi, what happened?” I asked, my voice tense as I watched him move around the room, grabbing his things in a rush.
He didn’t answer right away, his focus on throwing on his jacket and shoving his wallet into his back pocket. When he finally looked up, his face was grim, his jaw tight.
“Two officers,” he said, his voice low but edged with anger. “They were killed last night. They were searching for the guy who attacked you.”
My stomach dropped, a sharp wave of fear and guilt hitting me all at once. “Fuck,” I whispered, barely audible.
Javier nodded, his expression hardening as he ran a hand over his face. “Yeah. It’s bad. They think he’s still out there, and now we’re trying to figure out his next move. Murphy’s already at the scene—I have to go.”
I hesitated, the words caught in my throat, before finally asking, “Do you think he knows I’m here?”
Javier froze for a moment, his hand resting on the back of a chair. He met my eyes, his gaze sharp and serious. “We don’t know yet. But we’re not taking any chances.”
My chest tightened as I tried to process what he was saying. “What does that mean?”
“It means you’re not staying here alone,” Javier said firmly, stepping closer to me. His tone left no room for argument. “You’re coming with me until this is over.”
“But, Javi—”
“No,” he cut me off, his voice softening but still resolute. “It’s not safe. If he even suspects you’re here, he won’t hesitate. I need you to trust me on this.”
I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat as I tried to keep my voice steady. “Okay. What do we do?”
Javier’s expression softened for a brief moment, his hand squeezing my shoulder. “We get moving. Stick close to me, and we’ll figure this out.”
“Okay,” I said quietly, grabbing my phone and following Javier out to the car. The weight of the situation was pressing down on me, and I could feel it with every step.
Javier opened the passenger door for me, waiting until I got in before shutting it and circling to the driver’s side. The engine roared to life, and we pulled onto the road in tense silence.
I stared out the window, the cigarette between my fingers burning slowly as I took drag after drag. The streets blurred into a haze of motion and smoke, but my mind was racing. I couldn’t shake the image of the two officers Javier had mentioned—their faces unknown but their deaths too real.
Javier must have sensed my anxiety. His jaw was tight as he focused on the road, the cigarette in his other hand burning low. Then, without a word, he reached over and rested his hand on my thigh, the warmth grounding me in a way I didn’t expect.
Every time he took a drag from his cigarette, his hand returned to my leg, a silent reassurance that I wasn’t alone in this. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep me from spiraling completely.
“You okay?” he asked after a while, his voice cutting through the quiet like a lifeline.
I nodded, my gaze still fixed on the passing scenery. “Yeah,” I murmured, though the tightness in my chest said otherwise.
Javier’s grip on my thigh tightened slightly, his fingers pressing just enough to ground me in the moment. “We’re going to handle this,” he said firmly, his voice steady and resolute. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
I shook my head, my voice quieter but no less weighted. “I’m not scared that something’s gonna happen to me.”
He glanced at me, his brows furrowing slightly in confusion, and then I turned my head to meet his gaze fully. The moment our eyes locked, understanding flickered in his. He got it.
Javier let out a slow breath, his jaw unclenching as his features softened. “We’re gonna be okay,” he said, his tone low and steady, like he was willing that truth into existence.
I nodded, holding onto his words like a lifeline. His hand didn’t leave my thigh, and for the first time in hours, I let myself believe, just a little, that he might be right.
When we arrived at the scene, Murphy was already there, pacing near the yellow tape. Javier stepped out of the car first, his boots crunching against the gravel as he approached. “Murphy,” he greeted, his voice steady but edged with tension. They exchanged a quick handshake, and then Murphy turned his eyes to me.
I extended my hand, feeling the weight of his curious gaze. “Hi,” I said simply, my voice not betraying the anxiety twisting in my gut. He hesitated for a moment before shaking it firmly, giving me a brief nod of acknowledgment.
As we walked further into the scene, the weight of the air around us grew heavier. The faint scent of iron lingered, even though the bodies had been moved. What remained was the stark evidence of what had happened here—the outlines of their final moments painted on the ground in white, accompanied by pools of dried blood that had seeped into the cracked pavement.
I slowed my steps, taking it in. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional shuffle of feet or the murmur of nearby officers. Javier’s hand hovered near my back, not quite touching but close enough to remind me he was there.
Murphy broke the quiet. “They didn’t stand a chance,” he said, his tone clipped, his eyes locked on the grim outlines. “Whoever did this... they didn’t hesitate.”
Javier nodded grimly, his jaw tight. “Anything new from forensics?”
“Not yet,” Murphy replied. His gaze flicked to me again, his brow furrowed slightly. “Is he…”
Javier cut him off. “He’s with me. He saw something the other night that might connect to this.” His tone left no room for argument, and Murphy nodded, letting it drop.
I stayed quiet, my eyes locked on the scene in front of me, the gravity of it sinking in deeper with every second.
As Javier and Murphy continued their conversation, I let my eyes wander, scanning the dark alleys and shuttered shops surrounding the scene. The oppressive atmosphere seemed to cling to every surface, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something—or someone—was watching.
Then I saw it. A crowd of people had gathered just beyond the taped-off area, murmuring and pointing, their curiosity pulling them closer to the aftermath of violence. And in that cluster of faces, I saw him.
My breath hitched. It was him—the man from that night. The man who had tried to kill me.
I didn’t stop to think. I didn’t weigh the consequences. Something primal and unrelenting surged through me, a mix of anger and fear that propelled me forward.
Before I knew it, I was running.
“Kid!” Javier’s voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding, but I couldn’t stop. My feet pounded against the pavement, my heart racing as I closed the distance between us.
He saw me, and his eyes widened in recognition. Without hesitation, he turned and bolted, weaving through the crowd like a shadow slipping away.
But I wasn’t letting him escape. Not this time.
I darted into one of the dark alleys, my breath heavy as I pushed myself to keep going. The narrow passage was dimly lit, shadows twisting and stretching against the walls. My eyes scanned every corner, every movement, and then I saw him.
He stood there, not running anymore, just waiting, a twisted grin spreading across his face.
“Why did you do it?” I screamed, my voice echoing off the brick walls, raw with anger and frustration.
He tilted his head, almost amused, and chuckled. “Mmm… fun,” he said, the word rolling off his tongue like a taunt. “But you… fuck, you’re a challenge. No one’s ever fought back like you did.”
His words sent a chill down my spine, but I held my ground, my fists clenched.
“We’re gonna meet again soon. Mark my words,” he added, his voice dripping with menace as he started backing away into the shadows.
“Stop!” I shouted, taking a step forward, but he disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.
Before I could move further, Javier and Murphy burst into the alley, their presence breaking the tension.
“Which way?” Javier asked, his eyes scanning the area, his hand already hovering near his holster.
“He went that way,” I said, pointing in the direction the man had vanished. My voice was steady, but inside, I was trembling.
Javier’s hand briefly rested on my shoulder, grounding me. “Stay here,” he said firmly before nodding to Murphy, and the two of them took off in pursuit.
I stood there alone, my chest heaving, the weight of the encounter pressing down on me.
And I did as he said, staying in place, my back pressed against the cold brick wall as the minutes dragged on. When Javier returned, his face was a storm of anger and worry. Without a second thought, he grabbed my arm, his grip firm but not painful, and shouted, “Are you crazy? What was that? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
I opened my mouth to respond but couldn’t find the words, so I just stood there, staring at him.
“You’re not in any condition to fight!” he continued, his voice rising with frustration. “You have a massive cut on your stomach, and you’re running after someone who could have a weapon? What the hell were you thinking?”
He let go of my arm and turned away, running a hand through his hair, his back tense as he tried to calm himself down.
Murphy stood off to the side, silent, his expression unreadable as he watched the scene unfold.
Javier’s voice broke the silence again, quieter this time but no less intense. “Do you even realize how close you were to getting hurt again?”
I still didn’t say anything, the weight of his words settling over me like a heavy blanket.
“You’re right,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. I didn’t look at him, didn’t try to defend myself further—I just stood there, my head hanging low.
Javier didn’t respond immediately. He stood there for a moment, his breathing still heavy as he wrestled with his frustration. Finally, he exhaled sharply. “We’re leaving,” he said, his tone clipped.
He didn’t need to tell me twice. I started walking toward the car, the gravel crunching beneath my boots as I moved. I could feel his eyes on me the entire way, heavy with a mix of concern and lingering anger.
The silence stretched between us, thick and uncomfortable, as I climbed into the passenger seat. I didn’t dare look back at him, unsure if I could handle whatever was written on his face.
"Javi, can you drive me home?" I asked quietly, my voice barely above a murmur.
He didn’t say a word, just nodded sharply, his jaw tight as he turned and walked to the car. The silence between us during the drive was suffocating. I stared out the window, smoking to keep my nerves in check, but every glance at him showed the same tense expression on his face. His grip on the steering wheel was firm, his knuckles pale.
When we arrived, I got out and unlocked the door, muttering, “Fuck, this place is bad.”
Still, Javi didn’t say anything as he followed me inside. The mess from earlier was still there—broken glass, blood stains, random junk scattered everywhere. I grabbed a rag and started cleaning up, but I could feel his eyes boring into me the entire time. Finally, he snapped.
“Why the hell would you run after him?” he shouted, his voice sharp and angry.
I froze, my hand gripping the rag tightly. “What else was I supposed to do? Let him get away?”
“Yes!” he shot back. “You’re not a cop. You’re not trained for this. You could’ve gotten yourself killed! You’re already hurt, for fuck’s sake!”
I turned to face him, my own frustration bubbling over. “I didn’t ask for this, Javi! I didn’t ask to see him kill someone, or for him to come after me twice! I didn’t choose this!”
“That doesn’t mean you get to play hero!” he yelled, stepping closer. “Do you have any idea how reckless you were? Running after him, with a massive cut in your stomach? What the hell were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that I need to stop him!” I shouted back. “I can’t just sit here and do nothing while he’s out there, killing people!”
Javi ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room. “You’re going to get yourself killed,” he said, his tone quieter now but still filled with anger. “And for what? To prove you’re tough? To settle some kind of score? This isn’t your fight.”
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. “It is my fight! He came after me, Javi. Twice. What am I supposed to do? Pretend it didn’t happen?”
“No, but you let me and Murphy handle it!” he snapped. “That’s our job, not yours. You’re hurt, you’re angry, and you’re not thinking straight.”
I stared at him, my chest heaving with frustration. “I can’t just sit back and do nothing.”
Javier stepped closer, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and something else—concern, maybe. “You don’t have to sit back, but you don’t get to be stupid about this either. You scared the hell out of me back there. Do you even care about that?”
His words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I looked away, my voice softening. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
He let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
I barely had time to process his words when a new text flashed on my phone screen from an unknown number. My heart skipped a beat as I looked at it, the words standing out against the screen in stark, threatening red: "Location in 2 hours. No police or I will kill them too."
“Javi,” I said, my voice shaking as I looked up at him. He was already standing behind me, his eyes narrowing at the message.
He took my phone from my hand, scanning it quickly. His face darkened as he read the text. “Shit.”
Without saying anything more, he pulled out his own phone and began dialing. But before he could press the call button, I grabbed his arm, stopping him.
"Javi, don’t," I said, my voice firm but desperate.
He looked at me, his brows furrowing in confusion and frustration. "What are you doing? We can't just let this slide. We need to get the police involved, now."
I shook my head, grabbing his hand and pulling the phone away. "Don’t just do it, Javi. If you call them, he’ll know. He’ll know we’re coming for him, and he won’t hesitate to make us pay for it. We can’t risk it."
Javier’s eyes didn’t leave mine as I spoke, but the tension in his jaw tightened with every word. He was processing what I was saying, but there was something in his expression that told me he wasn’t going to let this go.
Before I could even finish, he pulled out his phone, his fingers already moving to dial.
“Javi, don’t,” I said, my voice sharp, panic rising in my chest. “Please, don’t do this.”
He didn’t look at me as he pressed the call button, and I could hear the click as the call went through. “I’m handling this, don’t worry. We need the police.”
My heart dropped. I felt a cold rush of fear flood over me. “Javi, no! I told you, you can’t—” I stepped toward him, trying to grab his arm, but he stepped back, shaking his head.
“Not this time. This is bigger than you and me, kid,” he said, voice hardening. “This guy’s dangerous. I’m not letting him get away, not again.”
I swallowed hard, frustration bubbling up. “You don’t get it, Javi. He’ll kill anyone who gets in his way, including the cops. You’re making it worse.”
But it was too late. The call had gone through. Javier’s voice dropped lower as he spoke into the phone, giving instructions, and then he hung up without even looking at me.
I stood there, helpless, the sinking feeling in my stomach growing heavier.
I run at the door and tried to leave, but Javi stopped me. He grabbed my keys from my hand and locked me in my apartment.
“Javi, unlock the door now!” I demanded, banging my fist against the door.
“Sorry, kid, but I can’t. I’m going to finish it tonight,” he said through the door, his voice calm but resolute.
I slumped back against the door, my hand on the cold handle. He was doing this for my own good, I knew it. He thought he was protecting me, but the frustration and helplessness boiled in my chest. I couldn’t just sit here while he handled it on his own.
“Javi!” I screamed again, pounding my fists against the door. “Please, you can’t do this! You don’t know what he’s capable of! He’ll find you!”
I sank down on the floor, feeling the weight of everything pressing on me. I wanted to fight, to break down the door and go after him myself, but I knew I couldn’t. Javi was right in his own way. He was trying to protect me, even if I didn’t agree with how he was doing it.
I closed my eyes, pressing my forehead against the door, feeling the cold wood against my skin. All I could do now was wait. And hope that when it was over, Javi would come back.
I got to my room, my heart pounding as I reached for my phone. I froze mid-motion when I realized it was gone. Javi had taken it for his operation.
"Fuck," I cursed under my breath, dropping back onto the bed. The weight of the situation hit me all at once. My mind raced. The plan was going to hell. Javi hadn’t come back, and now he was leaving me locked in this apartment. I ran my fingers through my hair, cursing again, as I stared at the ceiling. The clock ticked away. An hour passed. Two hours. I couldn’t help but feel the knot of anxiety tighten in my stomach. The time for the meet-up had come and gone, and I hadn’t been there. I was stuck here, waiting, with nothing but the feeling of dread crawling up my spine.
Then it happened.
The sound of glass shattering echoed through the apartment. My heart jumped into my throat. I froze, listening, my ears straining to make sense of the noise. It was unmistakable—the sound of my window breaking. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
"Fuck," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the quiet of the room. Slowly, I pulled myself off the bed, every inch of me screaming to get the hell out of there. I didn’t know who it was, but I had a feeling. It was him.
I moved quietly, my footsteps light on the creaky floorboards. My eyes darted around the room, looking for something—anything—useful. The knife. The one Javi didn’t know about, the one I kept hidden just in case. I sank to my knees beside my bed, pulling up the corner of the wooden plank under my mattress. My fingers fumbled for a second, panic flooding my veins, but finally, I grabbed the cold steel handle. The weight of the knife felt reassuring in my grip.
I held my breath as I heard him. His voice rang out through the night, low and menacing, creeping through the cracks in the door.
"Come out," he said, his tone casual, but there was no mistaking the threat in his voice. "I told you no cops, but you didn’t listen."
My stomach churned. I gripped the knife tighter. My instincts screamed at me to move, to run, but my body froze. If he knew where I was, I wasn’t going to make it out unscathed. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing, trying to think through the panic.
I needed to get to the door, but I couldn’t risk him hearing me. My pulse was thumping in my ears, louder than the silence of the apartment. Every second that passed felt like an eternity.
"Come out, now," his voice was louder this time, closer. I could hear him moving around, probably circling the apartment, searching for any sign of me.
My mind raced. I could try to make a run for it, but that would be too obvious. He’d catch me in no time. If I stayed here, I could at least have the advantage of surprise. He might think I’d bolted, giving me a second to act. But I knew I wouldn’t have many seconds.
I closed my eyes for a moment, just long enough to focus. It wasn’t much, but it was all I had.
I heard him move again, his footsteps coming closer to the door. That was it. I had to do it now.
As the door creaked open, the intruder's shadow filled the doorway. Without thinking, I launched myself at him, my foot connecting with his chest in a quick, hard front kick. He grunted, stumbling back for a second, but I wasn’t giving him a chance to recover. I rushed at him, adrenaline fueling every movement as I drew the knife from my side.
In a flash, I was on him, slashing with everything I had, but he was faster than I expected. He blocked my strikes with his own blade, the sound of metal against metal ringing through the room. His grip was firm, his movements controlled, like he’d done this a hundred times before.
I could feel my heart racing in my chest as I pressed on, not giving him a single moment to breathe. My body was sore, every muscle aching from my previous injuries, but I ignored it. Now wasn’t the time to focus on that. It was survival. The pain, the exhaustion—it all had to be shoved aside.
His knife was like a shadow, always there, parrying my every move. He wasn’t sloppy, not even close. He had the upper hand in skill, and it pissed me off. But I wasn’t about to let him take control.
I slashed again, this time aiming for his throat, but he blocked with a sharp twist, his own blade slashing across my side. A searing pain shot through me, and I gritted my teeth, ignoring the blood that soaked through my shirt. This fight wasn’t over. I wasn’t done yet.
He lunged, trying to catch me off guard with a stab to my stomach. I stepped back just in time, my arm grazing the sharp edge of his knife. Blood dripped from my arm, but I wasn’t going down that easy. I gripped my knife tighter, spun around, and launched another attack.
We circled each other in the small space, both of us breathing heavily, but neither of us giving an inch. Every strike, every block, felt like it could be the one that would end it—one of us would give, and the other would be left standing.
I could feel the heat in my body, the blood pounding in my ears. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep this up, but I wasn’t going to stop. Not now. Not when I was this close.
Then he attacked again. This time, I didn’t block it with my knife. Instead, I grabbed his arm, using the momentum to spin him to the ground. His knife flew from his hand and clattered to the floor.
I didn’t waste any time. I lunged, knife in hand, but he was fast. He blocked my attack, and the force of it sent a jolt of pain through my arm. I pushed harder, trying to break through his defenses, but he was relentless.
Suddenly, his knee slammed into my stomach, knocking the wind out of me. I staggered back, gasping for air. Before I could recover, he grabbed my knife, wrenching it from my grip.
Pain surged through my body from the impact of his knee, but I wasn’t finished yet. My eyes darted to the floor where his knife had fallen. I shot forward, grabbing it just as he stood, ready for another strike. We were locked in this battle, each of us determined to come out on top. My body screamed in protest, but I ignored it. This fight was far from over.
I was exhausted, my body trembling from the fight, but I refused to stop. I couldn’t let him win. Even if it cost me everything, I’d take him down with me.
I let him come at me, choosing to absorb the hit instead of dodging. The knife tore into my stomach, right where the old wound still pulsed with pain. I gritted my teeth, feeling the blood spill out, but something inside me snapped. It was like a switch flipped. I could either give in... or finish this.
He lunged again. But this time, I didn’t hesitate. I let him come at me, knowing his move would be my opening. I saw it—the way his body moved in the dim light—and I struck.
The blade sank into his throat, a clean, sharp slice. His eyes widened, hands clutching at his neck as he staggered back. He was fading, and I knew this was it.
I barely registered the pain in my stomach, my mind too focused on staying alive. I backed up slowly, slumping against the wall. My head swam, the world tilting around me, and everything began to blur.
Then, I heard the sound of keys jingling. The door creaked open.
"Shit," I muttered under my breath, panic crawling up my spine.
Javier burst in, his eyes scanning the scene before landing on me. The shock in his eyes shifted quickly to horror. His mouth opened, but no words came out as he rushed to the guy's body, checking for a pulse.
I could barely keep my eyes open, my vision dimming, but I heard him clearly. “Stay with me. Stay awake, please.” His voice was tight, panicked, but it steadied when he looked at me.
I wanted to say something, anything to reassure him, but the words wouldn’t come. All I could manage was a weak smile before the darkness began to take over.
Javier’s hand was on mine, gripping tightly. His voice cracked as he spoke again. “Help’s on the way, okay? Just stay with me.”
I wanted to tell him I was fine, but I couldn’t. My head dropped back, and the world around me blurred into nothingness.
I woke up with the harsh sting of light cutting through my mind, disorienting and blinding. My head spun, and I could barely lift my arm, let alone sit up. My body felt like a wreck, each muscle stiff, aching like I had been dragged through a battlefield. The dull throb of pain spread from my stomach to my chest, but it was nothing compared to the burning in my throat.
I tried to speak, but the words came out broken, scratchy. The air felt thick in my lungs, and it hurt just to move.
Suddenly, I heard voices around me—faint at first, muffled, but then clearer, urgent. Footsteps—quick, rushed—and machines beeping in a chaotic rhythm.
“He’s waking up.” The voice wasn’t unfamiliar. But it sounded like it was coming from a distance, like I was hearing it from the edge of a dream. I could barely open my eyes, but the shape next to me became clearer. Javier. His hand, warm and steady, brushed across my forehead, pushing back the strands of my hair that clung there, sticky with sweat.
"Easy," he said, his voice tight, strained. "Don’t try to sit up too quickly."
I swallowed, but the dryness in my throat made it feel like sandpaper. “What... happened?” The words barely left my lips. It felt like I hadn’t spoken in years, but they slipped out anyway, hoarse and desperate.
“You’re at the hospital,” Javier said, his voice softer now, more gentle, but I could feel the fear wrapped in it. “It’s... it’s okay now. You’re safe. They’re taking care of you.”
My mind felt foggy, pieces of the night slipping in and out like shattered glass. The fight, the blood, his face—so many flashes of pain and confusion, too quick for me to catch them all. But I didn’t want to let it slip away without understanding. I needed to know what happened after.
“Javi...” My voice trembled, and I forced my eyes open a little more. I could see his face now, his eyes wide with exhaustion. His jaw was tight, like he was holding himself together. He was holding my hand so tightly, like I might slip away if he let go.
“Hey,” he whispered, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand. “You scared the hell out of me, you know that?” His voice cracked at the end, and I could hear the emotion in it—raw and unfiltered.
“I... what happened?” I tried again, the fog still thick in my head, but the urgency in his eyes was enough to make me fight through the haze.
“Don’t worry about that now.” His voice was firm, but I could hear the worry creeping in. “The cops are handling it. You don’t need to think about anything else. You need to rest. Just... just breathe, okay?”
I wanted to ask more, but the effort to speak, to make sense of it all, felt too heavy. And when his hand tightened around mine, something in me gave in.
“I’m here,” he said, as though sensing my fear. “I didn’t leave you. I stayed, the whole time.”
I didn’t want to close my eyes, didn’t want to drift back into the fog of unconsciousness, but the pull of exhaustion was stronger than my will.
“You’re safe now,” Javier murmured, the relief in his voice as soft as the press of his fingers on my wrist. "Just... rest. Everything’s okay."
“Javi... I killed him,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as the weight of it sank in. The tears started to come, slowly at first, but then they came in waves, overwhelming me, shaking my entire body. I couldn’t control it anymore. I had taken someone’s life, and now I had to live with that.
Javier didn’t hesitate. He pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly, as if to shield me from everything. His voice was gentle but firm, reassuring in the way only he could be. “It’s okay. It’s okay, baby,” he murmured, his hand smoothing over my hair. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna be alright. You did what you had to do.”
But I couldn’t stop crying. The guilt, the fear, everything flooded over me, and I couldn’t breathe properly. I clung to him, trying to stop the tremors that shook through me. “I... I didn’t mean to... I didn’t want to.”
“I know. I know you didn’t. You did what you had to do to survive.” His grip on me tightened, his voice steady, grounding me even when everything felt like it was falling apart. “You’re still here, you’re alive. That’s all that matters.”
But it didn’t feel like it mattered. How could it? I had taken a life. My mind kept replaying the moment—the look on his face as I made that final move, the blood, the death. It all felt like it was closing in on me.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, choking on my words.
Javier pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his expression soft, yet intense. “You don’t have to apologize. Not to me. Not to anyone.”
“I’ll never be the same,” I muttered, wiping my face on the sleeve of my hospital gown, but Javier just shook his head.
“You won’t be the same, but that doesn’t mean you’re broken. You’re strong. You’ve survived things most people couldn’t even imagine.” His words were firm, but the tenderness in his touch was what really got to me. “And you’re not alone, not now, not ever.”
I sniffled, trying to steady myself, but the weight of it all was still there, heavy in my chest. I couldn’t take it away. I couldn’t undo it.
“I’m here, okay?” Javier’s voice was low, almost a whisper, as if he was trying to calm both of us. “I’m not going anywhere. We’re in this together.”
And as I let his words sink in, I realized, for the first time in what felt like forever, that I wasn’t completely alone. That someone, someone who mattered, was there. Not to judge me, not to condemn me—but to help me heal.
Five month later
I unlocked my door and stepped inside, the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee greeting me. The smell alone brought a sense of comfort, but what followed made my heart lighter.
“How did the meeting with your therapist go?” Javier’s voice floated in from the kitchen, warm and steady. A moment later, he appeared in front of me, holding a steaming mug in his hand. Before I could answer, he leaned in and kissed me, soft and lingering, like he had all the time in the world.
A smile tugged at my lips as I set my bag down. “It went well,” I said, meeting his gaze. “He told me this was my last appointment.”
Javier’s eyebrows lifted, and a grin spread across his face. “That’s amazing,” he said, setting the mug down on the counter. Without hesitation, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close.
I felt his lips press against my temple, and then he tightened his hold, resting his head on my shoulder. His warmth seeped into me, grounding me in a way nothing else could. “I’m proud of you,” he murmured against my neck.
For a moment, we just stood there, wrapped in each other, letting the quiet between us speak louder than any words could. This—this was peace, a far cry from the chaos that had nearly consumed me.
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his brown eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite put into words. “You did this, not me. You’re the strongest person I know.”
The sincerity in his voice hit me hard, but instead of the weight I was used to carrying, it left me feeling lighter.
“You’re stuck with me now, you know that, right?” I said, a teasing smile playing on my lips.
He chuckled, pulling me closer again. “Good. That’s exactly where I want to be.”
His hands slid down my back, tracing the curve of my spine until they rested at my hips. I could feel the heat radiating off him, and suddenly, the air between us shifted. It wasn’t just comfort anymore. It was something deeper. More urgent.
I tilted my head up, catching his lips in another kiss. This one wasn’t soft or lingering. It was hungry. Desperate. Like we were both trying to say things we didn’t have words for. My hands reached up, threading through his hair as I pressed myself closer to him, feeling the firm planes of his chest against mine.
Javier groaned into the kiss, his fingers digging into my hips as he stepped forward, guiding me backward until the edge of the couch bumped against the backs of my knees. He broke the kiss just long enough to sit me down, his eyes never leaving mine as he knelt between my legs.
“I’ve missed this,” he murmured, his hands sliding up my thighs, teasingly slow. “Missed you.”
My breath hitched as his fingers brushed against the sensitive spot just above my knee, sending a shiver up my spine. “Javi…” I breathed, my voice shaky.
He smiled, that soft, gentle smile that always made my heart ache in the best way. Then he leaned in, capturing my lips in another searing kiss as his hands worked their way under my shirt, pushing it up until I had no choice but to pull it off completely.
The cool air hit my skin, making goosebumps rise along my arms, but Javier’s touch quickly chased them away. His hands roamed over my chest, brushing against my nipples, which were already hardening under his attention. I arched into his touch, a needy whine escaping my throat.
He laughed softly, the sound low and warm against my ear. “Patience,” he teased, his lips trailing down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he found the spot just below my collarbone, he sucked lightly, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
My nails dug into his shoulders as he continued to mark me, every bite and kiss driving me closer to the edge. “Javi,” I gasped, tugging at his shirt. “Take it off.”
He didn’t hesitate, yanking the fabric over his head and tossing it aside. His chest was a masterpiece of lean muscle and smooth skin, and I couldn’t resist running my hands over it, tracing a line in his stomach and the faint smattering of hair that led down to the waistband of his jeans.
Javier caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm before guiding it lower, until my fingers were brushing against the bulge in his pants. I could feel how hard he was already, and the thought of how much he wanted me sent a thrill through me.
I fumbled with the button of his jeans, my fingers trembling as I pulled them open. Javier helped me push them down, kicking them off along with his boxers, and then he was bare before me, fully exposed and achingly hard.
“Your turn,” he murmured, his hands sliding to the waistband of my pants. I lifted my hips, letting him strip me down until I was just as naked as he was.
He took a moment to just look at me, his eyes dark with desire, and then he was moving again, kissing me deeply as his hands explored every inch of me. When his fingers brushed against my entrance, I tensed instinctively, but Javier was patient. Always patient.
“Relax,” he whispered, his lips trailing down my neck as he circled my rim, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp. “I’ve got you.”
I nodded, letting my body melt into the couch as he prepared me with careful, deliberate strokes. He added lube, working it in slowly, stretching me bit by bit until I was whimpering beneath him, begging for more.
“Please,” I choked out, my nails digging into his back as his fingers curled inside me, hitting that perfect spot that made me see stars. “Javi, please…”
“Shh,” he soothed, pressing a kiss to my forehead as he removed his fingers and lined himself up. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I nodded, biting my lip as he pushed in, inch by agonizing inch. The stretch burned, but it was a good burn, the kind that made my whole body tremble with need. When he was fully seated, he paused, giving me time to adjust, his hands stroking my sides gently.
“Okay?” he asked, his voice rough with restraint.
I nodded again, unable to form words as he began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm that drove me absolutely mad. Every thrust sent sparks racing through me, and I clung to him, my nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on his back as I tried to anchor myself.
Javier’s breathing grew ragged as he picked up the pace, his kisses becoming sloppier, more desperate. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he fucked me with deep, powerful strokes that had me crying out with every movement.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, burying his face in my neck as his thrusts became more erratic. “So fucking good.”
“Javier,” I moaned, his name spilling from my lips like a prayer. He groaned in response, his hands tightening on my hips as he picked up the pace. Each stroke was deep and deliberate, hitting that spot inside me that had me seeing stars. His breathing grew ragged, his kisses becoming sloppier, more desperate.
I could feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter with every movement. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. The couch creaked beneath us, the sound joining the chorus of moans and gasps filling the room. Javier’s pace faltered, his rhythm growing uneven as he neared the edge.
“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice barely above a whisper. I obeyed, our eyes locking as he thrust into me one last time, hard and deep. A strangled cry escaped my lips as I came undone, waves of pleasure crashing over me. Javier followed soon after, his release hot and intense, punctuated by a guttural groan that sent a fresh thrill through me.
For a moment, neither of us moved, too lost in the aftermath to do anything but breathe. Then, slowly, Javier pulled out, collapsing beside me. He gathered me in his arms, holding me close as we both struggled to catch our breath.
“Fuck, I love you,” he said, his voice raw with emotion. I turned my head to look at him, my heart swelling at the warmth in his eyes.
But before I could respond, he rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. His hands slid down to my ass, squeezing lightly as he smirked up at me. “Round two?”
I laughed breathlessly, already feeling the heat building between us again. “You’re insatiable.”
Javier’s smirk deepened, his hands tightening on my hips as he flipped me over with a sudden, possessive ease. My stomach dropped for a moment, the world spinning until I felt the cool fabric beneath me again. My breath hitched as I planted my knees into the sofa seat, my hands gripping the pillow in front of me. Behind me, Javier’s warmth pressed close, his chest brushing against my back as he leaned over me. His lips found the nape of my neck, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses that sent shivers racing down my spine.
”You feel so good like this,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, almost primal. His hands slid down my sides, fingertips grazing my skin before settling firmly on my hips. I could feel him—hard and ready—pressing against me, and the anticipation coiled tight in my stomach.
“Javier…” I breathed, barely able to form his name as he nudged against me, teasing but not yet giving in. My nails dug into the pillow, my body arching instinctively toward him.
He chuckled softly, his breath hot against my ear. ”You want it, don’t you? Tell me.” His voice was a dark rumble, sending a wave of heat through me. I nodded furiously, my voice catching in my throat.
“Please… Javier, please.”
His grip tightened, and I felt him shift, the head of his cock pressing against me, slick and insistent. He pushed in slowly, achingly so, letting me adjust to him. My breath came in sharp gasps as he filled me, inch by torturous inch, until he was fully sheathed inside me. I clenched around him, my body trembling at the stretch, the fullness, the way he seemed to reach every hidden part of me.
”Fuck, baby… you’re so tight,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he held still, letting me catch my breath. But soon, the stillness became unbearable. I rocked back slightly, urging him on, and he responded with a low growl, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in hard.
The gasp that escaped me was half-pain, half-pleasure, and Javier didn’t hold back after that. His rhythm was relentless, each thrust driving deeper, harder, until I was seeing stars. My cries were muffled into the pillow, but Javier’s growls and groans filled the air, raw and unfiltered.
His hand slipped under me, gripping my hip as he adjusted his angle, and suddenly, everything changed. His next thrust hit something deep inside me that made my entire body jolt, a strangled scream tearing from my throat.
”There it is,” Javier panted, his voice thick with satisfaction. ”That’s it, baby. Scream for me.”
And I did. Every thrust after that was aimed directly at that spot, overwhelming me with pleasure that bordered on pain. My knees trembled, my hands clawing at the sheets as I struggled to stay upright. Javier’s pace grew faster, more erratic, his own control slipping as he chased his release.
”You take me so well,” he grunted, one hand sliding up my back to grip my shoulder, holding me steady as he fucked me with a wild, unrestrained intensity. ”So fucking perfect… fuck, baby… say my name.”
“Javier!” I cried out, his name spilling from my lips like a prayer, a plea, a demand. “Javier, Javier—”
His movements stuttered, his rhythm faltering as he lost himself in the sound of his name on my tongue. ”Come for me,” he growled, his voice rough and desperate. ”I need to feel you come.”
It wasn’t even a choice. My body obeyed him without question, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave, stealing my breath and wiping my thoughts clean. I screamed his name again, louder this time, my vision going white as pleasure exploded through me in waves. Javier groaned, his hips slamming into mine a few more times before he buried himself deep, his own release hitting him hard. His body shuddered above me, his grip on me tightening almost painfully as he came, his groan low and guttural against my ear.
For a long moment, we stayed like that, both of us trembling, struggling to catch our breaths. Slowly, Javier pulled out, collapsing beside me and pulling me into his arms. His hand stroked my hair gently, his lips pressing soft kisses to my temple as we lay there, tangled together.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice softer now, tender.
I nodded, leaning into him, savoring the warmth of his body against mine. “Yeah, I am. I’m feeling amazing,” I replied, letting a small smile curl on my lips.
Javi looked at me with an expression I could only describe as pure adoration, then pulled me even closer, wrapping his arms tightly around me. As we sank onto the couch together, his embrace felt like the safest place in the world.
“You’re really okay?” he asked again, his lips brushing against my hair as he spoke.
“I am,” I assured him, resting my head against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, soothing.
He kissed the top of my head, letting out a satisfied hum. “Good. You deserve to feel this way.”
We stayed like that for a while, tangled up in each other, the world outside feeling like a distant memory.
After a few moments, he broke the silence. “Will you open the coffee shop for the evening?”
I tilted my head up to look at him, raising a brow. “Yeah, I will. Why?”
“Good,” he said with a small smirk, his hand brushing my cheek. “I like watching you make coffee.”
I chuckled, rolling my eyes playfully. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“Maybe,” he replied with a grin, leaning in and pressing a kiss to my lips. It was soft and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world. When he pulled back, he added, “But you’re stuck with me.”
“And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I said, snuggling back into his arms, feeling a sense of calm I hadn’t felt in what felt like forever.
For the first time in a long time, everything felt right.
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jenniferjareauwife · 11 months ago
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I Can't
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pairing: jennifer jareau x reader
category: fluff, hurt/comfort
warnings: depression
word count: 792
summary: you're having trouble getting out of bed
"Come on babe you've gotta get up." JJ said anxiously while putting her hair up in a ponytail. "We have to leave for work in 15 minutes and you still have to eat breakfast and get ready."
"Stop." I mumbled, pulling the covers up over my head and tucking them under my body so she couldn't pull them off.
"Whats up? Are you sick?" She sat on the bed next to me and put on her shoes. "Baby you really have to get up." She tried to shake me but I just pushed her away. That's when she knew something was wrong, I never did that. "What's wrong?" More silence. "Baby you've gotta talk to me."
"I can't."
"You can talk to me. You can always talk to me, you know that."
"I know I can talk to you. I just...I can't go to work." She stayed silent for a few seconds and I didn't have the courage to poke my head out from under the covers.
"Ok. Why can't you go to work?" She gently pulled the covers out from under my body so she could get under them to cuddle me. "Is everything ok?" I shrugged. "Did the last case get to you?" I shook my head. "Are you sick?" She felt my forehead as I shook my head.
"I can't do anything today." She sighed in response. "I'm sorry. You probably need to get going-" She cut me off with a kiss.
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm gonna call in, ok? Hotch will understand." She gently scratched my scalp with her fingertips.
I waited for her to finish the call before finally looking at her. "What's going on my love?" She tucked my hair behind my ear before kissing my nose.
"I'm just..."
"Just sad? Bad brain day?" I nodded.
"I don't feel like doing anything. I don't feel like I can do anything. It wouldn't be a good idea to go into the field when I'm not feeling my best. I might put myself in danger that I wouldn't be putting myself in if I were in a better headspace." I explained. "I also...really don't think I can get out of bed."
"I'm glad you're looking out for yourself." She praised sincerely. It was more than clear that she was thinking about the countless times that she had to pull me off of the field because I was taking unnecessary risks due to my mental health. She would usually reassign me to the geological profiles with Spence but even then my focus was terrible and I couldn't contribute. "Let's go take a bath." I shook my head.
"I need rest."
"You've slept for ten hours. You don't need anymore rest. I promise. Just one bath, it'll take less than half an hour and then we can come back to bed and cuddle the rest of the day." She promised. "It'll make you feel better, trust me." She pressed a kiss to my forehead.
"I don't want to though."
"Ok. Just promise me you'll get out of bed at some point today? And promise me that you'll eat something." I nodded. "I need words my love."
"I promise."
"Pinky promise." She held out her pinky and I linked them together, both of us kissing our hands before pulling away. "Now what can I do for you honey?" She pulled me into her arms, making my whole body relax.
"I just need you." She nodded and adjusted so she was sitting down and leaning against the headboard, adjusting me so I was straddling her lap. I didn't like the new position. I wanted to cuddle. I wanted to be in her arms with my head on her chest.
"What's wrong hon?" She caressed my hips with a small pout.
"I want to cuddle."
"You could've just told me babe." She lied down on her side so I could snuggle against her chest, taking deep breaths as I listened to her heartbeat. "Is that better?" I nodded and clung to her as tight as I could. "I'm really glad you told me how you were feeling." She stroked my hair while looking down at me with loving eyes. "I know how hard it is for you."
"It's just...hard to put some stuff into words."
"Yeah, I get it." She kissed the top of my head. "All I ask is that in the future you don't shut me out, you tell me right away. I want to be able to help you and if you don't tell me then I can't help you."
"Ok...I'll tell you next time. Immediately. I promise."
"I love you so much. Don't forget that."
"I love you too."
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itgirlgyu · 2 years ago
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✷ txt when they see a pregnant belly !
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ノ txt! x fem!reader... WARNING — there's one fuck and shit ton of weird train of thoughts . ⋆〞WORD COUNT: three hundred and eighty four........ ME? i don't take any responsibility for what ive written and YOU will find me writing something that completely contradicts in the future so don't be shocked. it's just for fun. also fun fact (?!) ive only seen one pregnant belly in my entire lifetime.
yeonjun…
takes a double look.
and again.
but not like in a creepy way
it's more like wow the wonderful miracles of life.
probably gets a stink eye from the pregnant lady because was unknowingly side-eyeing them.
suddenly gets a surge of baby fever.
probably closes his eyes as few stray tears slip out as he promises to himself to become the best father in this world.
and then he gets into a conflict with himself because what if his life partner does not want a child.
would that be a deal breaker for him?
or would he be able to compromise?
gives himself a concussion at the hypothetical discussion despite being single as fuck.
soobin…
doesn't really care much.
beomgyu…
starts thinking about what the couple may have done for her to end up pregnant.
tries to be discreet but kind of starts giggling.
because he's still mentally eleven years old of course.
may or may not have cops called on him because he kind of zoned out and was staring at the pregnant woman with a sinister grin on his lips.
gets dragged away by the cops at the end anyway and yeonjun has to bail him out.
taehyun…
doesn't try to acknowledge the pregnant lady.
it's more like when creditors are trying to get your attention to ask for the money you borrowed.
instead he is the one who gets approached.
i guess there's something about him that screams being an expert at natal care.
actually gets along with the to-be mother and sings to the belly.
gets called to be with the family when she goes into labour.
and actually shows up.
because a real man never breaks promises.
huening kai…
does not make eye contact.
at all cost.
if taehyun was like, avoiding money lenders.
his one is more like avoiding the evil spirit trying to take over his body.
idk there's something about a real tiny living human squirming inside another living person walking around like it's just another normal thing scares the shit out of him.
might run for the hills if he gets approached by them.
apparently he once saw his little sister kick his mother's belly from inside and he has not been the same since about the pregnancy deal.
he respects the community tho.
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llamagoddessofficial · 2 years ago
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I’m bringing back the oldies baby. Portal au but y/n is a kid?? Maybe young intern Sans took under his wing before shit went down? Would things be more or less the same, or would everyone act differently with this hyperactive curious kid running around?
oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god. big robot trying his hardest to love and look after a child when he's already broken. i love it
Well, for one, it would be a smart move on Hit's part. Remember, Hit is the Portal AU's Rattmann. He's the one responsible for getting Mc to the top of the queue for testing. It makes even more sense in an AU where Mc is a child that Sans cared about- Hit's hope is that Sans' parental feelings will awaken in the cold machine.
And boy, do they.
Sans: Mc will not be tested. Obviously. As soon as he realises that it's a child, his 'this is my baby' instincts light up. He creates a robot body for himself, that can function like a physically present parent. Soft synthetics replace hard metal, warmth artificially flows through his bones, smiles can be played on his face. He obsesses over the creation of play rooms, entertaining non-serious puzzles, a kitchen where he can cook for her, a pretty bedroom with glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. He essentially builds a house, right in the middle of the lab.
He knows her memory will be foggy, from the stasis. He intends to tell her he is Sans, rather than Sans' organic shadow uploaded into a digital mind where it festered and turned sociopathic. As far as she knows, he decided to turn into a robot because it was cool, and this is simply their new home together. Nobody died. Nobody was hurt. She is fine, he is fine. They are all fine.
... She wakes up in his arms. He never wants to let go.
Red: His directive, assigned directly from Sans, is to be the fun one. 'Uncle Red' must always be a joy to be around, a break from Sans, a distraction to keep her entertained. Sans makes him pretend he also used to be human, to keep her from asking too many questions. It sounds like it would be terrible... but honestly, Red delights in being the fun one. He has direct permission from Sans to play around with a child he's inherited Sans' fatherly attachment to, you can bet he'll be sneaking her off to cool secret parts of the lab.
... However... the more he spends time with her, the harder he finds it to see her living a lie. She doesn't know what happened, she doesn't even realise she's trapped, growing up in a perfect lie that Sans built for her. Red starts to wonder if he was really borne from Sans' consciousness... the two have completely different ideas of what her future should entail.
Skull: Skull is surprised when Sans requests his return, and promises not to kill him. Sans never makes promises. Sans, rather begrudgingly, understands that he needs Skull for Mc to be happy... after all, Skull is literally the conglomeration of all of Sans' most emotional parts, that he tried to throw away to stop feeling pain. Sans doesn't want to admit it, but he needs Skull- he knows he has lost the ability to easily display the love human children require. Mc will unconsciously seek out that missing part of Sans... but she'll find it in Skull.
Skull gets to enjoy a sleek new body, and he gets to care for his baby. Since Skull is raw emotion that turned into a living thing, for better and for worse there is probably no entity capable of loving her as much as Skull does. This is probably the best version of the Portal AU in which to be Skull.
Skull and Sans are happy to keep her forever. Red... Red is the only one who grows to have objections.
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