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i314flix · 4 months ago

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the one where jake seresin likes to call it ‘welfare checks’ whenever he’s checking how you are—but let’s be real, everyone knows that it’s only an excuse he uses because he can’t seem to erase the uneasiness he feels whenever he knows you’re not fine.

pairing: jake seresin x fem!reader

word count: 5.8k

rating: NC-17

content: fluff, light angst, enemies to lovers au; ft. naval aviator!reader

warning/s: swearing, alcohol consumption, making out, sexual innuendos, daddy issues(?), mentions of feeling pressured, mentions of drunk driving (nobody drunk drives here though), mention of a near death experience, most likely wrong info about naval aviators and the nature of their job sksks i'm sorry this is strictly fiction okAY

opening note. idk how this ended up being almost 6k LMAO. but anyways, i was so inspired to write this one scene (which you can read below) and ended up just adding so many details and back story that now here we are???? hope you guys like it though! jake seresin brain rot is real and i'm admittedly a goner for—as glen once put it—navy draco malfoy 😭

Jake knocks on your door three times, patiently waiting and looking around the street as if he’s afraid that someone followed him here. He knows that it’s unwise to be at your doorstep at this hour, but he was done eavesdropping and subtly asking around about your absence, bothered that it’s been almost a week and you haven’t been attending training like you should be. He heard Phoenix tell Bob that you were taking a short break because of the near-death experience you had while flying along the course last time, in fact almost quitting entirely if it weren’t for Maverick who instead offered you to breathe for a few days and then come back to see if you still wanted out of the mission. You were considered by your fellow TOPGUN graduates to be one of the captain’s top candidates to lead the mission, so Jake understood why Maverick didn’t let you off the hook that easily.

A few seconds pass and he contemplates on knocking again or leaving, deeming this idea as ridiculous—but then he sees the lights open and you’re peeking through the curtain of the small window beside your front door, disappearing again only to unlock the dozen locks on your door and opening it to greet Jake who meets your gaze immediately.

“What the hell are you doing here?” is the first thing you say, flummoxed by his presence. You and him aren’t exactly the closest among the crew, and there have been several times in which you’ve displayed how annoyed you were by everything Jake either says or does.

“I’m visiting you,” he answers, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Why?”

“Because you haven’t been in training for a week now. Are you quitting or something?”

You stare at him, appearing in deep thought or perhaps attempting to read his mind, and suddenly, you’re closing the door.

Jake widens his eyes in surprise but is quick to extend a hand out to prevent you from doing so.

“Really?” he complains. “You’re going to slam the door in my face?”

“Look, Hangman,” you begin, sighing and making your tired state known, “if you’re here to give me shit, don’t, because I have no will to show you the patience I typically have on a normal basis.”

“I’m not here to give you shit.”

“Then what are you here for?”

“I told you—I’m visiting.”

“For what? To make sure that I’m not going back so that Maverick can assign you as team leader?”

He rolls his eyes. “No, I’m here to make sure you’re doing okay. I heard you’re doing fine, but I just wanted to see it for myself.”

You’re quiet again, and you revert back to staring at him, as if you’re waiting for him to admit that this is just some prank. Jake doesn’t say anything though, he just returns your stare, appearing sincere for once, worried and waiting for you to realize that he’s not aiming to piss you off every time an opportunity presents itself.

You open the door wider. “Now you see me.”

“You doing good?”

“I’m doing good,” you affirm. “Just… I don’t know. Going through some stuff. Mixed thoughts—feelings—I don’t think you’d understand.”

“Try me.”

“I don’t want to bother you.”

“I’m here and it’s past 11 p.m.,” he says. “If I didn’t want to be bothered, I would have done this welfare check another time.”

You snort at the term he used in visiting you. “Are you sure? You don’t peg me as a good listener, to be honest. I don’t want to pour my heart out and end up listening to your life story instead.”

“I’m not like that. I could be a good listener if I tolerate the person enough.”

“You hate me, though.”

He laughs. “I don’t hate you, Goldie.”

Goldie. Jake liked your call sign because he liked the way you scowled whenever he was the one who utters it. The story behind the name was that your very first squadron saw a picture of you wearing these ridiculous platform gold sneakers when they were snooping around your Facebook profile, finding a photograph taken years ago by your mother at some family gathering you no longer remember. Eventually the joke turned into them calling you Goldie, and when the callsign review board was held, every member of the squadron voted for it to be your call sign and got it approved.

“I find that hard to believe,” you say.

“I just like driving you insane,” he admits with a smirk, and now you’re more reminded of the Hangman you know. “It gives me great pleasure to get under your skin. You never know how to fake that look on your face whenever you’re mad—it’s very funny.”

“You’re a dick.”

“Sure.” He shrugs.

The edges of your mouth twitch. “Fine, come in. I have beer. Or wine if that’s what you prefer.”

Jake contemplates about it—because like what he thought of earlier when he arrived on your porch, it’s unwise to be here. It wasn’t like in TOPGUN or the Hard Deck wherein there were other people around you for him to always be cautious of his actions; he’s afraid that he slips up or let his repressed romantic interest in you get the best of him since he has you alone.

At the same time however, he just didn’t care enough about the consequences for him to miss this chance of getting to know you better.

“Beer would be nice,” he tells you as he steps inside.

You nod and turn to head to the kitchen.

The house is a standard bungalow. When you walk in, you’re met with the living room, and then a few steps away from that is the kitchen. On the left side of the house, there’s a hallway leading to what Jake assumed to be the bedroom and washroom. He takes a seat on the sofa upon your instruction, scanning his surroundings and taking in the actuality of the situation he allowed himself to be in.

“Here you go.” You hand him an opened beer and he mutters his thanks, watching you go to the chair near him and plop down.

There’s silence, the two of you just drinking. You engage in small talk for a while, conversing about the most trivial things and matters that he’s not that even keen to know. The topic bounces on and on, until he can’t help but finally break it, impatient now and wanting to know what’s really been going on with you for the past few days.

You smile, amused by his little outburst. “You really want to talk about what’s bothering me?”

“I'm certainly not here to drink and talk about how hot it is on the beach.” He points out. “Just get on with it. You don’t have to tell me your whole life story. Just tell me why you’ve been gone since the accident.”

He catches you wince at the mention of an accident. “I’m resting.”

“You’re resting?”

“Yeah. It’s what Maverick wants me to do. He insists that I take a breather and then go back once I’m feeling better.”

“And have you been feeling better?”

��No,” you admit. “Actually, I…” you hesitate, flickering your eyes to Jake who’s listening intently. “Fuck, I don’t know why I’m telling you this. You’re the last person I should be—”

“You don’t have to tell me anything if you’re not comfortable with it.”

“I know. But that’s the thing, Hangman,” you say. “I think I have to tell someone about it or else I’ll end up more conflicted about the whole thing. And you know what? You might actually be the right person for this.”

“How come?”

“Because I don’t give a damn whether I have your approval or not.”

He scoffs out a laugh. “Wow. Thanks, I guess?”

You grin; you loved teasing him as much as he did the same to you. “I’m planning to quit.”

His hand halts as he’s raising it to get another sip of the beer. He didn’t expect you to drop the bomb that quickly. “What?”

“I want to quit.”

“Because of what? Because of a near death experience? I know your record, and this isn’t even the first time you experience an occurrence that involved—”

“It’s the third time,” you clarify before he’s even done speaking. “I promised myself I’d quit if I almost ended up dead three times.”

“That sounds ridiculous. You know that, right?”

“I never wanted to be a fighter pilot, Hangman.” You confess and he’s stunned by the revelation.

It seemed impossible and untrue. You graduated at the top of your class and you have the reputation of being one of the best in the field. Your leadership skills were top tier, your flying was superb, and you were fearless in the face of danger. He didn’t understand how a person who didn’t want this occupation to have all those qualities and be an overall amazing naval aviator.

“You’re lying,” he says, not knowing how to reply to that other than accusing you of being a liar.

You lean back on your chair, bringing your feet up and holding your knees together. “It’s because of my dad. It’s the typical shit you hear about a daughter wanting her dad’s approval. He’s just… he used to be a fighter pilot himself—and then he got into an accident, lost one of his legs after it happened, and got forced to retire.” You bring the rim of your beer bottle to your lips. “I think he was depressed for a while. He didn’t talk that much anymore and when he did, he was always so angry. Mom always encouraged him to talk to a therapist, just to release all the pent up frustration he must be feeling about what happened, but he refused. He didn’t believe in therapy. He was convinced that he could solve it all on his own.

“Anyway, I don’t know what I was thinking, but I thought if I could live the life he couldn’t continue and be a naval aviator myself, he’d feel better—or at least, he’ll be the father I used to have. Turns out I was right. Do you know how much he changed when I told him I sent an application to the Naval Academy? He was so pleased. He did a complete 360. Suddenly, it felt like I was his daughter again. It was clear to me then that if I wasn’t Goldie, I wasn’t anyone worth knowing.” You bite your lip, trying not to get emotional. Jake can see that, noticing how your lips are slightly quivering and how you’re avoiding eye contact. “But in a way, I still had some self-respect left. So that’s why I told myself that if I almost get myself killed in three different instances, I’d quit and I wouldn’t care about what Dad thinks. I’ll just go and live my life how I’d want to live it.”

“And last time was the third time.” He reiterates.

“Yep.”

He nods and downs the last gulps of beer.

There’s that silence again, but it’s not awkward. Jake is absorbing everything you just shared to him and you’re trying not to regret the fact that you told all of that to Jake. It’s a story you’re not used to disclosing to just anyone, especially not to someone like Jake who before this night was the reason why your temper was often brought to its highest limits. Yet you can’t deny that a huge weight has been lifted off your whole body thanks to the impromptu venting session; you appreciate the manner in which he stayed quiet and let you finish talking, not once interrupting and not once taking his attention away from you.

“Does Maverick know about this?” he asks.

“Yeah. I’m already drafting my request for resignation.”

“You know that most of the time, those requests get rejected, right?”

“Yeah.” You groan, finishing your beer as well. “But I don’t care. I’d at least try. Then if they won’t allow me, maybe I’ll just orchestrate a fourth near death experience and—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Jake cuts you off and you raise your eyebrows at him. “I don’t like what you’re implying.”

“I was just joking.”

“It’s not a good joke. You know better than to joke about things like that.” He’s serious, the most serious you’ve seen him in a long time.

He’s right. You know he is and it pains you to admit it to yourself. You swallow hard, abruptly ashamed. “I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m just all over the place these days.”

“It’s fine.”

“I was being stupid.”

“You’re going through a hard time.”

“I’m sorry for trauma dumping.”

“It’s alright, Goldie.”

You stand up, getting his empty bottle and trudging to the kitchen to place them on the counter. “If you want to go, you’re free to. It’s late.”

“I can stay here if you need company.”

You laugh humorlessly. “I don’t need babysitting.”

“It’s not babysitting.” He pushes himself off his seat and follows you. “I just don’t feel good leaving you in this state. You’re clearly not okay.”

“I’m okay,” you correct him. “Like I said, I’m just all over the place these days. I need time alone to think and be sure of what I want to do.”

“For what it’s worth, I think you’d be a great loss to the Navy if you quit.”

You snort. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do. Why do you think I like pissing you off? It’s because you’re competition. You’re almost as good as me.”

You’re leaning on the counter and Jake’s standing beside you, his hand a few inches from your waist.

“Actually, I’m better than you, Hangman.” You smirk. “And maybe so is Rooster. He’s certainly better than you when it comes to being a leader.”

“Yeah, but I’m faster than him.”

“You’re reckless compared to him.”

“I can beat him in a dogfight.”

“He doesn’t leave his teammates behind.”

“Yeah, he forces them to go as slow as he is.”

“It’s not a bad thing. He’s being careful.”

“Slow doesn’t equate to being careful.”

“It doesn’t matter. I like him better than you anyways.”

“You like him better? You sure about that?”

You don’t know how it happened but you’re suddenly standing very close to Jake, your faces tilted towards each other that you’re certain if one of you moves any nearer, you’ll end up kissing. You’re reminded of how the squadron often teases you both, saying that the reason you bickered a lot was because of the sexual tension that both of you shared, but you always made an effort to deny it, declaring that there was no way in hell that you saw Hangman in the sense and you’d rather make out with a frog than the said cocky pilot.

Being in this situation with him right now though? After sharing a beer and letting yourself show your most vulnerable side to him? Seeing how genuinely concerned he is for you? How he actually see you as a highly skilled and capable naval aviator? It messes with your head a bit, makes you think that maybe you’re just really excellent with pretending that you’re not affected by his stupidly handsome smile, or drawn to gazing at his toned body whenever he’s in his uniform, or distracted when he’s sputtering off nonsense meant to rile you up and instead you’re noticing how pink his lips are, how soft they must be, how dozens of girls have fallen victim by his charm and how good he must at working those lips of his…

“You’re staring,” he whispers.

Your eyes move up. “What?”

Jake grins, like he understands what’s happening at this second. “You’re staring at my mouth, Goldie,” he says. “Is there something on my mouth?”

You shake your head. Your cheeks are warming up. Your heart is beating faster. You’re aware that he’s teasing, that he wants to get a reaction from you, and you’re annoyed that he’s getting what he wants. “It’s late,” you repeat your statement from earlier. “You should head back. Get some sleep.”

He thankfully steps back and you exhale.

“When are you coming back?” he asks.

“I’m not sure.” You start leading him to the front door.

Once you’re there and opening the door for him, he stops for a second, looking at you. “Hey, if you need someone to talk to… you can call me, alright?”

You find yourself smiling in amusement. “Tonight doesn’t make us friends, Hangman.”

“Good.” He returns the smile, sly and that teasing glint still in his eyes. “I don’t want to be friends.”

Before you can quip back a reply, he’s saying goodnight and marching down the steps of your porch, going inside his car and driving off.

****

You came back two days later and returned like you never left.

He didn’t talk to you again after that night. You didn’t call if ever you did need someone to talk to, and he didn’t approach you unless he really had something to say. You two weren’t avoiding the other per se; there just wasn’t a need to be within the other’s vicinity nor the obligation to initiate the conversation that much. However, in Jake’s case, he wanted to check on how you were doing, especially after being briefed on why you were having second thoughts about your position in the Navy—he just didn’t think it was okay for him to do so, not when he had a feeling that you didn’t want acknowledge the fact that you did tell him your story out of everyone in the squadron.

Eventually, it was decided and announced by Cyclone that Maverick would be appointed team leader to conduct the mission, seeing him to be the most fit among the graduates he was supposedly training for the job. Maverick chose Phoenix and Bob to accompany him, picked Rooster along with Payback and Fanboy to head the second strike team, and assigned Hangman as the emergency action pilot.

Jake saw how you were disappointed not to be given responsibility for anything for the mission, which didn’t make sense since you didn’t even want to be here in the first place. He figured you must have been looking forward to being appointed nonetheless, maybe driven by your desire to make your father proud still that you were willing to go on this dangerous operation to please him.

“Hey,” you called just as he was about to hop on his aircraft. “Be careful out there, okay?”

He grinned, tilting his head at you in a mocking manner that makes you regret for saying anything. “Are you going soft on me, Goldie?”

You scoffed, but you were flashing him a grin in an instant. “You wish. I just don’t want you to get yourself killed so I can do it myself.”

“Yeah, that’s totally why.”

“Shut up, Bagman.”

He gave you a wink before carrying on with what he was doing while you made a show of rolling your eyes before walking away.

After that, despite how the events weren’t as smooth sailing as you liked, nobody ended up arranging anyone’s funeral and Jake was even hailed as one of the heroes since he successfully saved Maverick and Rooster when they were heading back to the carrier.

And now, the whole squadron is doing some kind of post-mission celebration. It’s held in the Hard Deck, the bar near the naval base, and as Jake drinks with the rest of the crew and secretly relishes how everyone no longer saw him as only an arrogant pilot but an arrogant and reliable pilot, he finds himself trying to spot you among the crowd of aviators and every significant staff that made this mission successful, wishing he can know what are your thoughts about what has happened today.

“You see Goldie anywhere?” Jake asks Javy, placing the empty bottle of beer on the counter.

Javy scans the area and shakes his head. “No. But I think I saw her going out earlier.”

Jake nods.

Without further ado, he decides to go out of the bar and try starting his search there. He’s grateful he doesn’t need to explore the whole seaside to spot you plodding to where he’s guessing your car is parked, your legs wobbly and all, appearing you’re preoccupied with no regard to your surroundings that allow him to catch up beside you inconspicuously. As soon as you notice him though, you’re blinking multiple times, pausing for you’re surprised to see him here when you know he should be with the others.

“Jake,” you say, and he ignores the odd feelings that erupt in his chest upon hearing his name from your lips. “What are you—”

“Welfare check,” he explains. “Where are you going?”

You laugh out loud. He realizes you’re a bit drunk. “These welfare checks are becoming frequent.”

“It’s the second time. Don’t exaggerate.”

“Two times is too much for you.”

He changes the subject. “You’re not planning to drive home when you’re drunk, are you?”

“No, I’m not that stupid.” You scoff. “But I was planning to sleep in my car, just until I’m feeling okay to drive.”

“I can drive you home.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Let me do it anyway.”

You stare at him and he holds the stare, green eyes piercing through yours that you can feel right in your core. You’re mesmerized, caught in the moment, similar to that time in your kitchen, and before you understand your actions, you’re handing him your keys and going to the passenger’s side.

****

You don’t verbally invite him in but he follows you regardless, taking the sign of you opening the door wider for a few seconds as he walks from behind the invitation itself. You allow him to act as some shadow as you cross the living room and go to the kitchen to get a water bottle from the fridge, no words spoken from the both of you, and it’s only when you turn around to say something that it’s dawning onto you how it was maybe a bad idea to have him over.

You trust Jake as a man who won’t take advantage of you, but you don’t trust yourself with the thoughts you’ve been having about him lately. After that night when he did his first ‘welfare check’, you couldn’t shake him off your mind as fast as you usually could; you’ve spent a lot of your free time thinking of him and how you don’t exactly hate being in his presence like you’ve been telling yourself. Worse, you’re considering how you might truly be attracted to his infamous charm, captivated by that Texan accent and confidence whenever he went, steering the attention of everybody in the room.

You watch him take slow strides in your direction. You’re not moving, you’re not attempting to get away, and when he stops directly in front of you, your heart is doing that thing again—palpitating and striving to burst out of your ribcage.

“Are you going forth with your resignation?” he suddenly asks.

“Not yet, I suppose. I talked to Maverick about it today, and he’s offering to endorse me to the Admiral and Vice Admiral to make me an instructor in TOPGUN.”

“And are you taking it?”

“Maybe.”

The lights inside the house aren’t open. It’s only the lamp you had beside your sofa; its warm hue illuminates your faces and creates this sense of intimacy that you can’t brush off. Jake’s expression tells you he’s in deep thought, as if he’s having a dilemma of his own, and you’re under the impression that perhaps he’s confused with what’s going on right now as much as you are.

“If you take that job, then you’re staying here, aren’t you?” he guesses, and you shrug.

“Most likely.”

“Then there’s no chance we’ll be deployed again in the same squadron.”

“I wouldn’t say there’ll never be a chance again but—it’s a high possibility,” you say. “Why? Can’t stand to be directly in the same team as me anymore?”

He chuckles. “Partly.”

“Partly?” you exclaim. “You really don’t like me that much, huh?”

“It’s not that. You think I’d be here if that was the case?”

“You said the other day you didn’t want to be friends.”

“Yeah, and being friends is still the last thing I want with you.”

“Fine by me. My feelings are very much mutual, I assure you.”

“Are you sure? Maybe you’re not understanding what I mean.”

“Then what do you mean?”

“I mean I’m glad we won’t be placed in the same squadron again because there wouldn’t be a conflict of interest.”

You’re left speechless, the implication of his words causing you to overthink. Is he telling you what you think he’s telling you? Are you completely missing his point? Is he just messing with you? Playing mind tricks to have you wrapped around his finger? Whatever it is—whether your suspicions are right or not—you don’t let yourself think about it further, for this tension between the both of you is heightening and there’s a voice in your head that tells you to kiss him to find out what he really sees you as.

So you do. You kiss him, closing the gap between your lips and throwing your arms around his neck to tug him closer. It’s probably because you’re drunk that you’re brave enough to execute such a crazy gesture; you think how liquid courage indeed does wonders to your brain and your ability to know what’s wrong and right. And you can literally hear the gears in Jake’s brain moving as he stands there, hesitant at first to reciprocate, but eventually succumbing to it with an intensity you didn’t know he’s capable of giving, a hand falling on your hip while the other presses against your cheek, his fingertips inching forward to your hair that you quietly moan at.

Every sense you have is enhanced as the two of you make out. You can discern the pounding of your hearts; you can hear every pleased sound he makes as well as yours; you’re aware of every action he does, what he decides to do with his hands which moves to your waist, to your back, and lower… and even lower than that…

However, it ends as fast as it starts, and before you can properly react, Jake’s already breaking the kiss.

He looks grudging. It’s clear that he didn’t want to stop. “You’re drunk,” he whispers, an explanation to why he still did.

“Just tipsy,” you correct, about to try kissing him again but he dodges it, instead placing a lingering kiss on your cheek that spreads chills all over.

“We’re not sleeping together unless you’re sober.” His lips are on your ear, and you’re awfully getting mixed signals. It’s like he’s saying no yet continuously seducing you.

“I’m not that drunk.”

“I drove you home because you are.”

“No, you insisted on driving me home.”

“Because you were planning to sleep in your car, Goldie. Come on, are you seriously arguing with me on this?”

You groan, frustrated. Your head is starting to hurt because of the aftermath of the kiss and the thinking and the analyzing when it comes to what he’s saying to you and the actions he’s showing tonight. “Am I getting the signals wrong? Isn’t the reason you went here because you want to sleep with me? You just told me you didn’t want to be friends—because obviously, friends don’t fuck.”

Jake’s laughing once more. It certainly doesn’t seem you’re sober from the way you’re talking to him, too blunt and careless. “You didn’t read the signals wrong. I do want to sleep with you.”

“Then why are you rejecting me? I’m practically begging here. It’s goddamn embarrassing.”

“____,” he utters your name, still grinning in amusement yet his features are softer now as he stares at your half-lidded eyes boring into him, “if you were any other girl who’s asking me, I’d gladly sleep with you. You’re not some girl though—and I don’t want to fuck this up.”

“What?”

“I want to date you.”

“Okay, hold on.” You whip your head back in shock but you’re not pushing him away which Jake takes as a good sign. “Are you kidding? You better not be messing with me right now.”

“I’m not messing with you.”

“There’s no way in hell you want to date me, Hangman.”

“I’m pretty sure I do.”

“You don’t even know me that well.”

“It’s not like I’m asking you to elope and run away with me.” He chuckles and steps away, giving you a bit of room to breathe. “I’m just saying I like you and I want to get to know you better.”

You stare at him, waiting for the punchline that’s never going to arrive. “You’re nuts.”

“Hey, you’re the one who kissed me.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I thought you only wanted sex!”

“I still want sex.” He smirks and you squint at him in distaste. “But after a couple dates maybe. I take it slow with women I actually like.”

“You take it slow? You?”

“In relationships and in bed—if that’s your thing.”

“God, you’re giving me a migraine.”

You head to the part of the kitchen where you have a pouch of medicine for instances like these. From your peripheral vision, you see Jake already getting your unfinished water bottle to hand it to you as soon as you popped the aspirin in your mouth.

“We can talk about this tomorrow,” he says. “You should rest.”

“I should wake up from this nightmare.”

“I didn’t know jumping on me and begging for sexual intercourse was part of your nightmares, Goldie.”

“Fuck you.”

He grins. “Go to bed. I’ll leave right after.”

“How are you going back to the Hard Deck?”

“I’ll book an Uber.”

“Okay.”

You let Jake usher you to your bedroom, saying that he’ll visit you first thing in the morning. You tell him that he doesn’t have to bother but he replies that he needs to do another welfare check which you roll your eyes at, reckoning that it was cute the first time but now it was getting old and corny. He just laughs at you, for what seems like the nth time that evening, the reality of what happened between the both of you is beginning to sink in—and you’re not freaking out anymore. You think you kind of like it; you like the idea of Jake taking you seriously and conveying how serious he is by making his intentions clear.

“Good night, darlin’,” he says, brushing a portion of your hair away from your face.

You take a deep breath. You still kind of want to jump on him still but you immediately push those inappropriate thoughts away.

“Good night, Jake.”

****

The next day, a huge part of you genuinely thinks that everything that transpired last night was only an infuriating almost-sex dream.

You would have slept all day if it wasn’t for the heat of the sunlight seeping through your windows. When you opened your eyes, you saw that it was past 11 a.m. and your head was already killing you, causing you to sit up and head groggily towards the kitchen to wash your face, brush your teeth, and find the aspirin that could help with the headache. You’re the type of person who prevents a matter from worsening while it’s still possible, and you don’t want to spend the rest of your day wincing and complaining about your condition when it could easily be solved.

The moment you swallow the medicine, your brain thinks it’s the perfect time to bombard you with memories of what commenced the day prior. In an instant, you’re remembering the drinking, and then Jake driving you home, that odd tension between you two, and—oh, God. The kiss. The conversation after the kiss. Jake confessing what he felt for you and what he was going to do about it now that he said it out loud.

As if on cue, a knock pulls you away from your thoughts and like a robot, you mechanically go to your door to greet whoever it is that’s on the other side. You don’t even have the energy to peek through the curtains first like you usually do, and you realize that it’s a huge mistake that you forgot that step because once you’re swinging the door open, there’s Jake on your porch.

“Woah, not so fast.” He puts a firm hand on your door as you attempt to shut it on his face, very reminiscent of the other night. “I see you’re not planning on using an amnesia card on me because of yesterday.”

You grimace at the reminder. “Go away. My head hurts and I can’t deal with you today.”

“Good thing I bought hangover soup then. Can I come in?”

“No.”

“What if I say please?”

“Still no.”

“Alright, come on,” he’s still resisting the force you’re putting on the door to close it, “at least take the soup.”

You glance at the paper bag he’s holding and reach for it. However, he slyly moves it to the opposite direction.

“Hangman.” You grit your teeth.

“If you’re taking the soup…” he trails, “then that means you’re agreeing to a date. Will you still take it?”

It’s ridiculous. It’s such a middle school tactic, you think—yet there’s a little something fluttering inside your chest, a bit amused at how Jake is approaching this. There’s truly nothing like a man who goes out of character for the woman he adores; from the manner in which he’s acting, it’s apparent that he’s not afraid to show you a side of his personality that isn’t the usual macho, cocky, and self-absorbed one. Somehow, even if you’re aware that he’s going towards the cheesy route, you’re digging it.

With a roll of your eyes, you snatch the paper bag from his grasp and saunter back to your kitchen.

“Are you coming in or what?” you call, noticing that he hasn’t stepped in.

He strides to where you are, this cheeky look on his face as he reverts to his standard overconfident self. You remark how he goes after you, soon caging you by the sink while you’re getting the utensils from its designated cabinet to use for this so-called hangover soup he brought with him. You’re not fazed despite the proximity and how this scene mirrors last night when you face him, even raising your chin a bit higher to appear further composed.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me,” he says.

Jake makes a familiar show of his eyes flashing from your eyes to your lips, smirking, and just when you think he’s leaning down to continue where you left off, you tease him by placing a palm on his face and gently shoving his face away.

“Shut up, Bagman.”

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ma3mae · 1 year ago

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Don't be so annoyed, love!

Summary: He's so annoying sometimes but it's ok because you love him 😭 (HC w/ Dazai, Kunikida, Ranpo)

Genre: Crack, fluff, lowkey suggestive themes

Warnings: 🗿 we ignoring the red flags bc we can. also mentions of farting bc dazai 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

A/N: u cant tell me that they wouldnt do any of these things ok 💀also kunikida's got a small drabble out of nowhere but im always wildin when it comes to him 😭😭😭😭😭

Dazai Osamu

u cant tell me that as soon as hes rly comfortable in ur relationship that he WOULD NOT be ashamed of just farting outta nowhere honestly 💀

Like yall r just chilling on the couch, watching smth and he just lets it all out bc why should he hold himself back 🗿

Hes at home 🗿

But bro's lucky he doesnt smell but 🗿🗿🗿🗿 wheres the warning from him

u give him the side eye and hes like "What? Are you perhaps ashamed of human nature, bella?" like ok we'll leave him alone but he ruined the emotional moment of the movie yall were watching 😭😭😭

Is also the type to prob leave his socks and clothes lying around

It got better over time but he still sometimes does it bc old habits die hard i guess 🧍

once got so bad you just collected all of his clothes and put them infront of the door so he'd have no choice but to pick all of that up and do it himself 💀

would try to talk his way out of it in the beginning but also felt kinda bad after the relationship got more and more serious

So now hes a good bf/ husband and does it himself 🤩 (with the occasional sock under the couch 💀)

drinking habits would take a bit longer to be fully gone, he'd learn to regulate it over time

He's learned to warn you tho when he thinks that a rly shitty day might hit him bc work and more

sometimes you take the day off and do something together to take his mind off of it

Sometimes you're at work and a "im home" text without hearts will come and you know whats wrong

would feel more comfortable over time letting you take care of him

will definitely show you his appreciation for you the next days in one way or the other 🤩💅

talking about living together, yall would often have to sit down to talk about his spendings bc our man cant save for ANYTHING

Used to often come home with little things like "Look, this reminded me of you!" and it's a plushie of a cat or something

Started off cute and small but got dramatic like him really fast

ngl he came home with a expensive necklace u liked when the both of u went shopping but u didnt buy it bc.. she expensive...

like he was charming as always with his "Tada! Guess what I've got you?~ 😋" ".... Not the necklace...? 😧" "🤩 How did you guess that right, bella??" "😨😨"

THIS man right here wouldnt even hesitate to just right out fking steal shit for you if u want it bc thats how much Power u got over him he'd never admit that tho sksks... OK maybe in bed...

he'd def either blackmail or bribe chuuya into helping him with stealing

probably even has access to his bank account and you'd only realize that when he'd stand infront of your door, asking where that "f*cking b*stard" is

you'd legit have to mediate their convo or else the whole building you live in would be gone immediately skks 💀

Chuuya likes u so he wouldnt make yall pay for it bc he knows that dazai's nearly broke 24/7 and u dont deserve to pay for his fault 💅

it would be enough to destroy his pride to make him obey chuuya for like 2 weeks or sum cue evil cackling from said red head

queen of Gaslightining nr. 1 😭 sometimes its for the dumbest arguments tho like why its okay to smack your lips while eating 😭

"I don't know it's just really noisy and kinda annoying for me?" "But Bella, that shows just how tasty your food is or are going to deny that fact and say that I should not show my appreciation for it? What if for me personally it's a sign of a good meal?" "Yeah but doesnt need to be that for me. Also you can show your appreciation for it in other ways like just simply saying its delicious?"

"But actions speak louder than words, my love." "YEAH, well then what do you want then???"

Its just a whole shit show and would (lmao it WILL) end in him giving you just shameless bedroom eyes and well you know whats gonna be after dinner lmaooo 🤡😭

Also also i do believe that hes not the best cook at first but hes a real fast learner so it prob would only take him a week of consuming cooking videos and reading books and BOOM

"Samu, is this a 3 course meal you're cooking because that's a LOT of ingredients in the kitchen." "Sssh just sit down, wash yourself up and enjoy the evening, my love! I'll call you when I'm done 💕"

Manages to somehow still give you some snacks and drinks in between the cooking 😭 with some sneaked in kisses on your shoulder or lips 😏

If you go and hug him from behind, he'll be MELTING

Like nuzzling your face into his back while wrapping your arms around his torso, you feel the slight rumble in his chest as he chuckles at your cute action 😭

"If you want to eat something then you should take a break from being so cute, you know? Don't want the food to go bad from maybe getting a bit distracted if you stay here for a bit longer." "Ew, are you implying you'd start something infront of our food??"

"... Well, I can just have a whole meal by myself but you'd be left hungry so it's your choice 😋"

🗿 the way he doesnt need long to be turned on is alwaya amazing to u but thats just how whipped he is and bro is a whole snack himself so WHOS complaining 😋💅

food's is guaranteed to taste heavenly but if he knows youve got time, then he'd make excuses to taste your cooking like

"Samu, it's been a while since I've gotten to taste your cooking." "Aww, was it that delicious for you? Hmm but I actually prefer your cooking!"

Time for some cooking and baking lessons together, eoow 💅 with the occasional make out session because the sauce found it's way on your lips and he just had to clean it up with his 😭😋

honestly despite all of some of the difficulties, dazai would never fail in making you feel loved in his own way even tho u gotta peel back some layers 🗿

At the end of the day, his bear hugs and many kisses are smth u love to come back home to after work

also doesnt say it but would def be a house husband for u 🤩 with the occasional "whoops gotta go and do smth quick" text and he comes home at like midnight skks bc the agency needs his cute ass 😋 but dw dinner's ready and house chores have been done so enjoy ur evening after work, zurlie 💅

dont kill me for this but id give him a 7.5/10 😭

Obsessed with him and i love him but it would prob be really really exhausting to get him to FULLY trust you and its honestly understandable

Also he kinda makes me feel like i'd have to walk on eggshells around him because you often dont really know what hes thinking 😭😭

could smile at u while thinking "why u so ugly" 😭😭

also bro is so smooth, its scary like he'd prob make us forget immediately that hes trying to find out everything about us(why he sounding like a stalker 😨😨 wouldnt want him to be MY stalker 😨😨 or would I?? 🤩) MY DELULU BRAIN 👹

Doppo Kunikida

😨 Cleaning maniac

personification of the verse "I can COOk, i can CLEAN" (i know its "dont" instead of can but we all know hes like perfect house husband material... maybe a bit too perfect 💀💀💀👹)

If u forgot a cup on the dinner table, he'd legit take the cup, put it in ur hand and be like "why did u leave it there if u r not using it"

WILL def rant about why u shouldnt do it

Honestly huge nagging mom vibes 💀💀

At the beginning of moving in together, he'd just clean everything without a word whatsoever

Like you wanna help around the house too? NUH UH, he already finished everything up.

Vaccuming the house? Done

Swiping? Lmao be sure to not arrive at home after work around that time bc u gotta stand at the door and WAIT until the floor is dried 💀😭

Dishes have been done like at 5 in the fucking morning 💀👹

Bro thankfully doesn't wash clothes that often (gotta be careful of the water bill 😭) but there r days where he legit throws his clothes nearly everyday bc the worse the mission the more blood yk 🗿🗿

U had to legit drag his ass to the couch to talk to him bc he gonn be deep clean the house if someone doesnt stop him

"Kuni, you literally don't need to do EVERYTHING by yourself! I'm also here to help and frankly, it feels like you're my maid sometimes 😞" " Don't worry. Everything fits perfectly in my time plan and since you sometimes work overtime, it's better if I do a bit more of it."

... "🗿 You are legit saving this city from being destroyed so often and I just sit in the office, bro 🤡" "I understand your argument but I have seen the way you look tired so often so let me take a bit of your burden"

He knows how to make us go "🥺"

The argument prob went on for an hour until yall settled on making a plan on who does what on which days and if someone's gotta work overtime or sum then the other takes a bit of it over and so on

So in the end its alrighty 🎉

Groceries and so on are never a problem except it sometiems turns out like going shopping with your mom because...

"Omg Kuni, look!!" *holds up cute decoration* "We could put this on our dinner table! Isn't it cute 🥺??"

Bro just takes it from you and looks at the price. Legit gives you the 🤨 look

"That's 937,32 Yen (around 6€) 🤨🤨. For a tiny statue of a dog? We could find it somewhere way cheaper." "🥺 But it's a limited edition and it reminds me of you bc its got the same fur color 🥺. It's even got ur glasses on 🥺"

Bro will say no but the day after you spot the dog on the table 🤡

Yall lying in bed together and cuddle so give him a peck on the lips while killing him with your cute ass smile (U MURDERER 🗿🗿)

"What was that for?" "Hmmm, well I just noticed that said statue magically appeared on our table. You think it was a cute long haired fairy with glasses and a grumpy look 😋? "

He tries really hard to deadpan at you but the corner of his lips still tug upwards as he pinches your nose

"Well, sometimes its not so bad to buy a little extra, I guess."

If theres a market nearby with some really good deals then you'd either be dragged together with him or he'd come home after work with tons of bags

Always surprises you in how good he is at negotiating about the price

Sometimes you gotta stop him from arguing with some of the shop keepers because some decided to sell some items way too overpriced 🗿🗿🗿

you once found him stay up all night researching about reasonable prices for veggies... 😨

and cue to yall standing in the morning infront of said shop keeper getting absolutely destroyed in an argument by your man.. 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Well guess who even got some extra free stufd because kuni terrified the shit out of him 😋

"Thank you for your hard work in harvesting and selling us these delicious vegetables. My wife is quite a fan of them." Your husband said as he put the money into the shop keepers shaky hands, face red in embarassement as he squeezed out a "It's nothing." between his teeth. His face paled at the words "We'll see each other next Monday. Until then have a great week." leaving your man's mouth as he gave him a friendly smile before taking your hand and going to the next stall,only for you to sheepishly wave goodbye to the shop keeper before going with your husband.

"Well, you gave him quite the scare back there." You said as you felt him squeeze your hand a bit tighter, the bustling of the array of people only increasing by minutes. "Someone had to correct his ways. It would help his sales but only if he's willing to take that advice seriously." he simply answered as he looked at the contents of the bag, counting the ingredients left to purchase.

"Well atleast we got ourselves more than we needed so we can go home and call it a day." "Who are you?" Chuckling at your surprised face out of the corner of his eyes, he continued to make his way towards the end of the market, to finally reach your car.

"I thought over your words and I do believe it would be nice to" laze around together "for once in a while. Everything in the house has already been done, so maybe we could try out that one series you've been talking about. The reviews seem to be quite positive about it."

He just lets a breathy laugh escape his lips at your squeal while you begin to rant on why its gonna be so good watching it and

UUUUGGHHGH 😭😭😭😭 GIVE ME KUNIKIDAAAAAAAGHHHHHH 😭😭😭🤡🤡👹👹👹

honestly there are like no real red flags like his red flags are disguised green flags and yall can legit work through it easily

The only thing would be his tendency to overwork himself and it could lead to an argument but never a real fight because hes pretty easy to reason with

Like even when hes stubborn, he'll STILL listen to your words because the many good things about him that he'd always make sure to take your words seriously 🗿🗿

which sometimes makes it tempting to tease him bc we can lowkey understand why dazai easily tells him the most outrageous shit and your man just casually writes it down in his notebook 😭

"That damn idiot managed to fool me again by telling me that aliens have been among us (AMOGUS 👹) and that the goverment has been hiding it from us for decades." "I thought you already knew about that tho?"

"What" "What?"

"Wait so they're real?"

Cue to him showing him a video (that dazai sent to you a week ago just for this moment 😭)

Lmao dont tease him too much tho but dw, he cant stay mad at you at all lmao 😋💅

Honestly a 8.5/10 bc his nagging scares me 💀😭

Edogawa Ranpo

"Greatest Detective" more like "Queen of Gaslightining" 👹👹

Everyone knows hes way too obsessed with sweets but how the hell is his teeth actually still existing 🗿🗿

ngl i believe fukuzawa would prob sometimes just randomly ask him if he brushed his teeth bc he lowkey lowkey raised him ok 🤡

Ranpo is all nice like "yup, i did." but when u ask him, hes a whole b*tch about it

"Hah??? Why would you ask me that?? Do you really believe that I'd be so dumb to forget about brushing my teeth? If i can solve the most difficult cases then why would you assume that brushing my teeth might something that I'd forget, huuuhh??"

His gaslightining used to work at the beginning of ur relationship but sooner or later its not hard to notice his patterns 🗿

Like yas ok, he could just put up a whole ass strategy in how to not get u to notice that he didnt brush em at all but bro

Hes too lazy

And hes a sucker for attention 😩 like he might be "annoyed" if u nag at him bc of smth but he absolutely loves it bc its just one of his many ways to get ur attention without him having to actively get up and get it for himself 🤡🤡🤡🤡

Hes a huge clown but i love him 😭

Dazai tends to forget his socks or smth lying on the floor but THIS mf right here just doesnt rly care 😭

Like that was the first thing u noticed when u entered his apartment 🤡

Its not right out messy on a disgusting degree, its more like theres tons of trinkets n shit from cases or just random candy wrap hidden under the couch 💀💀💀

The epitome of "I can do it tomorrow" bc bro doesnt forget, he just IGNORES that he has to do it 😭

might take a while to actually get him to yk do smth around the house

used to prob only sleep and shower at his apartment and thats it💀

But when hes whipped then hes whipped and hed actually try his best to help around the house

Key word "try" 🤡

Like its often tbh accompanied by "okay, ill do it but only if i get smth"

A MANCHILD, I SAY 👹👹👹👹

But there are days when he legit deep cleans everything by himself bc either you had a bad day or yall had a fight 👹👹

still would whip out the "now gimme something, please 😋" if yall cuddle after a fight and he cleaned and tidied everything up for his love 🤩

doesnt always have to be candy yk HEUEHEUEHEUUE 👹👹👹👹👹

also its not a surprise but dont let him near the kitchen

HE COULD

HE RLY COULD COOK SO WELL

Like he had only cooked for ONE time and it was like a fever dream

Bc u legit had a fever and he cooked chicken soup but uhm 🗿

he cooked it so good??? Like veggies n meat cut and cooked up nicely?

Broth kicking in real hard?

Like? "What the hell? I thought you couldn't cook??"

Bro is about to put that spoon fr away 💀

"I'm not so heartless to let you starve and I definitely wont be giving you some cheap soup either. I just looked it up on the internet and followed the instructions so you gotta get well soon because I miss your cooking 🤩🤩"

Are we flattered?? Gurl, maybe but he'd def know if we tried to make ourselves be sick to taste his cooking again

Bro only offers to help when it comes to baking 😪😮‍💨😮‍💨

His only help is licking the dough or chocolate outta the bowl or smth 😀

would sneak in many kisses tho bc he likes u and sweet stuff is just sugar overload for him and he loves it 🤩

I think one of the important factors for him in a relationship is that fukuzawa approves of you? Since he does value his opinion over his own intellect

Like bro trusted him when it came to Fukichi and other ppl 💀

fukuzawa could legit go "aliens r evil" and ranpo would be like "ok everyone, aliens are evil!!!!" 🗿🗿🗿

honesrly i dont think why there would be a reason for fukuzawa not to accept you (if there is one then time to take 100 steps back and reflect on urself 💀)

He'd prob be impressed on how u even fell in love with him bc.. its ranpo💀

petty, clingy, can be manipulative ( but never with ill intentions), would legit prank ur ass bc he can, impatient and quickly bored af

But hes attentive, kind, can be patient when it comes down to it, empathetic (depends sksks) (also thank u fukuzawa for kinda ramming that into his head 🤩), affectionate in his own way (a sucker for physical touch but would NEVER right out admit it 🗿) and so much more honestly

there arent any real red flags tbh (might come as a surprise for some ppl)

Maybe maybe he'd obviously have a bit of difficulty fully opening up and i do believe there might be times where he once or twice legit deducted what ur feelings r for him bc hes used to being careful around people and especially bc in case someonw could randomly target the agency

Or is some kinda criminal in general

But honestly when hes learned to trust you then you know youve got yourself someone loyal �� and i mean FR loyal

personal favorite hc and honestly prob canon since we've already seen it : he'd not be ashamed to throw hands at someone when he thinks you're being insulted or harassed

And with hands i mean exposing them to 100% until they are pissing their pants and begging him to leave them alone 🤩🤩🤩

Also also, gives me off a similar vibe to dazai with the "maybe having to walk on eggshells" around them but ranpo doesnt make you feel as watched tbh as dazai which would kinda make it easier to talk to

but bro isnt as smooth as him so whOOP 💀💀

Overall iconic and a solid 8/10 🤩🤩🤩💕💕💕

The random ratings i gave them LMAO 💀💀💀 hope u like em 🗿

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #kunikida x reader #bsd kunikida #ranpo x reader #bsd ranpo #dazai osamu #kunikida doppo #ranpo edogawa

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golbrocklovely · 11 months ago

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guys i am genuinely angry at snc right now lol

i need to vent about this bc i feel like i'm the only one not on crazy pills while everyone else is enjoying their time sksksk

snc have a constantly moving chat on xplrclub now. it has caused MULTIPLE issues within the couple weeks it has been up. prime example being that snc had to make RULES, one being NOT TO SEXUALIZE THEM. yes. that happened, within the first 72 hours of the chat being a thing. they had to tell ppl "hey, maybe don't talk about our dicks in a public chat we can see."

and many other things have happened too. some of which i can't even mention on here. and ppl on xplrclub have been asking snc to get mods or do something to help fix things.

and boy oh boy did snc make a choice lol

they made a post asking for fans to apply to become VOLUNTEER MODS. they said that those that get chosen will get perks and merch and shit like that for being a mod.

the amount of annoyance i have rn is astronomical. i literally have a headache from being so annoyed sksks

first and foremost THEY NEED TO HIRE PPL. snc make WAY TOO MUCH MONEY to be asking for volunteers. that's just the reality of the situation. they own two mansions, but are asking for volunteers on an app they CHARGE FOR? you have to be kidding me with that one lol

not to mention, you're asking for ppl to volunteer their free time on an app they are paying for to "make sure it's safe for everyone". yall got me ABSOLUTELY FUCKED UP if you think i'm gonna lose money basically burning my free time away just to mod a chat full of ppl i have blocked on twitter. PAY ME BITCH. life is expensive. how about you volunteer eating this ass lmao

secondly, whoever they end up picking is gonna have a complex. that's inevitable. even if they choose exclusively grandmas that aren't in fandom drama AT ALL, those fans would think "obviously snc love me so much and i am one of their favorites", and that's the best case scenario. reality is they are gonna pick ppl that will BRAG on other platforms and then get big headed bc they will have a direct line to snc. and then on top of that, you are gonna cause fans to feel bad for not getting chosen, or think that snc don't love them. that ALONE should be enough for snc to know "hey maybe we shouldn't do this bc it's gonna cause favoritism in this fandom that already has a MIRADE OF ISSUES".

not only is all of this an issue, but then on top of that fans are asking for MULTIPLE CHATS to exist, one being an 18+ chat. and look, i don't like talking to minors either (even tho i know i have probably gotten asks from quite a few on here over the years). that being said, i ALSO know how to keep things age appropriate when talking to someone that's a kid compared to my big ass age. and that's what chat SHOULD be for. an 18+ chat will just become a gross spot for fans to sexualize snc, or say weird shit and think they can get away with it just bc it's 18+. yall should be able to talk to ppl underage without it getting weird. they only thing yall have in common is liking snc. stick to that topic and it shouldn't go south fast. or you know, DON'T ENGAGE WITH MINORS???? it's that simple too lol

yall know i love snc. but this is the dumbest, greediest, laziest "solution" to a problem they have ever created. i am genuinely so upset at them. not only that, but some of the ppl that have said they already applied to be a mod……………… this is gonna go south so fast it's not funny.

i mean literally one person that applied i have blocked on everything bc she's fucking weird and constantly sexualizes colby and basically begs for him to dick her down, and another one that applied is TRANSPHOBIC. make it make sense yall.

#personal #text #snc bs #no seriously tho i'm losing it lol

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samaraxmorgan · 4 months ago

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HELLO IT'S ME, YAPPER

BEFORE I YAP HOW YOU FEELIN'? AND HOW IS LIQUIDKUNA(I'm so sorry)

OK OK! SO I'VE BEEN DRAWING FOR THE PAST 7 HOURS STRAIGTH DOING STUDIES AND STUFF AND I STARTED DRAWING ROOMIE SUKUNA JUST STUCK UNDER A PILE OF PLUSHIES SO I WAS THINKING WHAT IF ROOMIE SUKUNA GETS HOME FROM WORK ONE DAY LIKE SUPER SUPER TIRED AND WE'RE NOT HOME YET AND HE SOMEHOW STUMBLES INTO OUR ROOM AND FLOPS DOWN ONTO OUR BED AND BURIED HIMSELF IN OUR PLUSHIES BECAUSE THEY SMELL LIKE US AND HE LIKES US, SO WHEN WE GET HOME WE GO TO OUR ROOM TO SEE A PASSED OUT SUKUNA BURIED UNDER OUT PLUSHIES AND WE TAKE A QUICK PICTURE AND THEN WE WEEE, WE GO INTO HIS ROOM AND WE MAKE SURE IT'S NEAT SO THEN WE DO OUR BEST TO GET SUKUNA BACK INTO HIS ROOM AND INTO HIS BED BUT HE ONCE WE GET TO HIS BED HE FALLS ONTO US AND WE END UP STUCK UNDER HIM IN HIS BED AND SUKUNA ARMS SUBCONCOUSILY WRAP AROUND US SO NOW WE'RE STUCK STUCK CAUSE SUKUNA IS A PRETTY STRONG DUDE AND WHEN SUKUNA WAKES UP FINALLY WE ARE FULL ON PASSED OUT SNUGGLED INTO HIM, (cause you know how lovers even in sleep with try to get closer to one another >:}) SO SUKUNA BLUSHES AND SIGHS BEFORE PICKING US UP AND TAKING US TO OUR ROOM AND WHEN HE TRIES TO PUT US ON OUR BED WE DON'T LET GO THAT EASIER, AND WE STIR FROM OUR SLEEP BUT DON'T WAKE UP AND AND IF SUKUNA FEELS A BIT 𝓑𝓞𝓛𝓓 HE WILL BRUSH OUR HAIR OUT OF OUT EYES AND GIVE US A LITTLE PECK ON OUR FOREHEAD OR OUR CHEEK AKFI;RHFEKJHSGIEHNK;HSIUH (I am currently running on strawberry boba and a dream)

HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT YOUR AWESOME REMEMBER THAT :DDDD

HELLO BABE!!! Me and Liquidkuna are thriving I have him in my water bottle (it’s clear so he can see thru, no cruelty here) !! ASAKAKAK

So first of all you’re gonna LOVE this fanart <3

Omg yes he like got NO sleep and then was slammed at work and is so out of it he just passes out in our room cause it’s closer ASKAKAAK!!! We come home like “boy u can’t be fr” and of COURSE we need the blackmail photo GOOD THINKING!!! I imagine him being like insanely tall so I like the idea that we’re grabbing him by the ankles and trying to pull him out of our bed SKSKSK we’re like HEAVING and he’s just “snnzzz mimimi” passed the FUCK out until he hits the floor

He’s SO out of it he’s half asleep just like “hUH” and we bring him to his own bed and he collapses onto us we’re like “oh god do I need to call the fire department” SKSKS HE’S SO HUGE THERES NO MOVING HIM!!! On one hand we’re worried we’re gonna suffocate but on the OTHER hand…. This shit kinda comfy fr… maybe we could… take a lil nap asakmsks

He wakes up like hours later and our face is buried in his chest and our arm is slung over his waist and he’s like…… “how did..? Nvm I’m not gonna question it” just lies there awake trying to stay as still as possible so that it doesn’t have to end 🥺 but he knowssss he should put us in our own bed even if he REALLY doesn’t want to (booooo) so he picks us up all carefully and carries us to our room princess style <3

Ugh and we are GRIPPING onto his shirt we don’t wanna let him gooooo!!!! He’s trying to lay us onto our bed and our arms are slung around the back of his neck, our faces are so CLOSE and he can feel our breath on his skin!!! He sits there and contemplates it for a second before quickly pecking a kiss onto our forehead and then BOLTING away ASAKKA!! We wake up a little later and assume the kiss was a dream 🥺 oh if only we knew

UGGGHHH HIM BEING SO CUTE AND HOPELESS I LOVE HIMMMMM!!!! I hope you enjoyed your strawberry boba that sounds SO GOOD ugh I’m jellyyyyy

I hope u have a wonderful dayy!!!!! Keep our liquid bf in your thoughts SKSKSKKA

#ask box #roommate Sukuna au #yap anon #<- I gave u ur own tag and put all ur other ones under it too!!#hopefully it works!!!

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 2 years ago

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I read your post about 400 days and it was great. But I have one problem I think you went a to hard on Nate everything he does is understandable to some extent. Hunting down and trying to kill eddie is completely reasonable considering he just murdered his friend and nate has no idea it was an accident, killing the old couple is also understandable because they tried to kill him and they have supplies which can help nate out. Sure it seems messed up but in the apocalypse you kill to survive

Oooooh this is interesting because I think you're being too soft on Nate, anon.

I agree that him chasing down Eddie and Wyatt is understandable given even Eddie doesn't know if he meant to shoot that guy, and to Nate it probably looked like his buddy/companion was murdered. Given how Nate is, it's definitely in character that he'd chase them down for revenge. Really, the only reason we see him as the antagonist in that story is perspective because we're Wyatt, who is running away. If we were playing as Nate, we would see Eddie and Wyatt as the baddies who murdered our friend and feel justified in hunting them down.

Where I have to disagree with you is when it comes to Russell's story. He didn't kill that old couple because he had to in order to survive. Walt explains why he shot at them, Nate and Russell are the armed ones now. If they wanted some sort of revenge on the old couple for shooting at them they could've just taken the guns and food and left the old couple to fend for themselves. The woman was already wounded, there's no reason to believe that couple would be in any condition to chase us down.

Nate killed the couple because he wanted to. This is the face he makes after he asks if they should just shoot these folks and take all their stuff-

That's not the face of a man who's forced to kill because "it's the apocalypse and you do what you have to survive," that's the face of a man who is having fun and wants to kill to take their stuff. I'm sorry, there were other ways to handle this situation. There was no reason for anyone to die here... Also, if you believe Walt when he accuses Nate of being there before, then this is possibly him backtracking to finish them off and take everything.

Nate is shown to be an asshole early in the story when he opens the window and lets a walker grab Russell. He doesn't care if Russell could get bit and he doesn't even really panic when he realizes he's outta bullets- again, he's just having fun. That's how his character's established.

Also, what makes me actually hate him is how he listened to Russell's story and then throws that trauma back in his face, like nope. I don't feel bad for saying I hope he chokes sksks. He's crusty and an asshole, and I don't subscribe to the idea that it's fine to kill whoever, whenever, no matter the circumstances just because it's the apocalypse. By that logic, Lilly kidnapping and murdering children in TFS was reasonable and understandable because she was just trying to survive with her group in the apocalypse.

If that's being too hard on him, then I can live with that. We can agree to disagree 👍

#asks #twdg nate #twdg russell #twdg wyatt #twdg eddie #nate is crusty i'm sorry sksksks #like this is no shade to you anon i think we just have different takes on his character

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marshmallowprotection · 2 years ago

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Sjxhajdjs I just had the greatest realization BAHAHAH- more HTTYD rambling incoming-

Okay so, one of the BEST ways to train a dragon is to give it food it likes (most if not all dragons in this universe LOVE fish but other choices they prefer, I'm sure you can obtain them)

So giving them some AND also making sure that it doesn't see you as a threat (make sure to keep your weapons away and approach slowly) is one of the best ways to have a dragon trust you.

Other ways (for more aggressive dragons usually) is to usually save their lives, rescue them or even obtain their egg and raise them from a baby yourself or other methods

Now.. we all know that Saeyoung is VERY GOOD AT FISHING YEAH??

BRO HE ABOUT TO TRAIN EVERYTHING, ISTG SJDBAHDH AND EVEN IF IT ISN'T EXACTLY THROUGH FISH, DUDE CAN PROBABLY OBTAIN A LOT OF OTHER STUFF AND HE EVEN LEARNS FAST ABOUT WHAT TO DO IN CERTAIN SITUATIONS GAHHHHHH

Saeyoung training dragons has given me so much serotonin I'm not even kidding broooo 😭✋✋

I feel like Saeyoung would maybe train more dangerous dragons, they are amazing allies and are super loyal once they trust you, they are also awesome protectors!

I'm just not exactly sure what dragon would perfectly fit Saeyoung but I think I would know if I ask him a lot of questions and smsnandbah

I think one of them might be the Skrill! This dragon is extremely dangerous and literally shoots lighting! Super rare, the best way to find one would be to head towards stormy clouds because Skrills tend to fly there to recharge more lighting!

Training it is quite risky, you need to get a little close and wave a metal sword slowly left and right. Since Skrills are attracted to metal, this action will calm them down enough so you can get close and gently touch its nose, showing you are not a threat.

THIS THING CAN SOLO 5 WHOLE DRAGONS-

Ahem

I'll stop here because if I continue, I will go on forever and I'm not even kidding SJDHAHDH

I could ramble forever about Saeyoung and dragons, someone stop me SKSKS

Thank you for reading my super long rant-

No, you are totally valid and deserve to be able to have an avenue to ramble about something that makes you increasingly happy. I am more than certain that if you pulled up a PowerPoint night with more than a hundred slides about dragons, Saeyoung would stare at you with hearts in his eyes.

There's something about the way you talk when you're passionate that makes his heart flutter out of his chest. Make no mistake, he is taking notes and commenting the entire time like an engaged student. This is like a class to him but also romantic. It's hard to put that into words. You ever had a love note making class? Well, he's in the middle of one right now. It's like you're taking chemistry notes but there's a candle lit dinner.

I think it's interesting you leaned with lightning. If only because it feels like he's trying to tame Vanderwood and a dragon. Should we think about that? I think we should. You best believe that if you left him in the middle of nowhere with just a fishing pole and a dragon, he would come back with a hundred trained dragons.

#mod kait #ask #not mm #pirate #stormflypirateskin #mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #choi Saeyoung

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hanluex · 1 year ago

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Girl... Girl... Girl You are gonna make me sob of pure happiness 🥹

Bruce saying no to tattoos and Jason getting them anyway should be canon 😂 (and I agree with you, Jason is a rule-breaker and rule-follower at the same time)

I love the meaning behind both tattoos!!! So sweet! I had never heard about the vena amoris before but I think I will keep that in mind in the future (I want to have one or two tattoos in a few years)

And the sun/moon trop it made me cry, so fluffy and heartbreaking at the same time 🥰 From now I will be a sucker for Black cat!Jason and I will gladly accept to be his Golden retriever!gf. And the teaser!Jason and the sunshine codename just awwww 😊

Oh! Also, I was exploring your blog and found you were ISFP are you into tipology by any chance? (I am a huge MBTI nerd) And you also write for Top Gun???? Your blog is becoming my confort fic library 😂

Btw If my messages are too much, just tell me,okay? I don't want to be annoying 😅Thank you so much for your thoughts, ily and take care 🫶🏼

🌕Anon

ma'am as much i love that you are happy please do not sob 😭

jason not listening to bruce is very much canon 😂 it is a lifestyle

bruce: no tattoos jason: so you won't believe what day it is. it's actually opposite day, so you said "yes tattoos" so therefore i will go get one or two ... or a hundred, idk it depends

ahh, i'm so glad! i didn't think jason would get any tattoos unless it had to be super meaningful so i just wracked my brain for reasons until i found one 😭

the vena amoris is actually a result of my brain wondering "why do people wear their wedding rings on their left hand ring fingers and not any finger they want?"

i swear i have so much of unnecessary information stored in my brain as a result of me just being curious and just hyperfixations in general

ooh! i also want a couple of tiny tattoos in the future, and i've been looking into places to get them, but most places here seem to only be into doing bigger works and not like tiny tattoos like i want

black cat!jason and golden retriever!reader might just end up being a series 👀😏 we may never know sksks

i am not really into typology, but mbtis do intrigue me bc it's funny how people with same types behave the same way unconsciously even if they are different in other ways!

yas, i do write for top gun as well, not as much as before tho! ahaha i'm so glad i'm your comfort library 🥺💗 no, no don't worry about it at all! i enjoy talking to you like this!

love you, stay safe and take care, sweetheart! 🫶

#[💌] all my favorite conversations #🌕 anon

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brxkxnhxxrtsclxb · 1 year ago

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Boruto Two Blue Vortex - Chapter 1

i love the naruto series and care about these characters and truly wanna see it shine, which is my main reason for doing this. if you end up thinking and seeing this as hate or a bad thing for differing opinions, then simply ignore my posts please !!

alright !! boruto two blue vortex chapter 3 is right around the corner so here i have my review for chapter 1 !! i really took forever to do this sksk T_T

LONG POST + SPOILERS AHEAD

anyway, the chapter opens up with sarada mouthing off shikamaru… who is the new hokage… yikes. lmao sorry. it’s weird seeing shikamaru on the hokage seat sksk

i honestly find it kind of… dumb (??) that she’s arguing with this man about boruto’s innocence. like, it’s been three years and this is all you’ve been doing?? really?? just arguing with shikamaru when you know he won’t budge because his memories were altered?? truly makes no sense when you factor in the fact sarada knows the truth and that boruto is the hokage’s son and kawaki is the one konoha wants dead and the “traitor”, not boruto

“he became hokage while still a genin. my role model is lord seventh… not you.” — please don’t tell me this implies sarada will remain a genin and become hokage despite being a genin to make her exactly like naruto ??!! the writing isn’t kind to sarada T_T

kawaki goes to check on naruto and hinata. obvi this was put in so us as the reader can know what’s going on there…

the scene then cuts back to konoha. sarada mentions how harsh she was and how her words didn’t work again. she knows this isn’t shikamaru’s fault… this goes back to my initial question, why have you been arguing with him for the past three years if you know he won’t budge?? this writing i swear T_T

sumire mentions how omnipotence makes everyone think she and sarada are weird for having different memories and how it made kawaki naruto’s son and sarada mentioned boruto is the outsider and how at first everyone had doubts and now they’re truly convinced of the swap. i like that this is mentioned. it explains the situation so we know what’s going on. cool cool

next scene, eida tells the girls to give up because it’s hopeless. can’t say i blame her. the situation does look that way. she does mention they started understanding how omnipotence works and how it came to be and the result: everyone’s memories about boruto and kawaki altered because the two’s lives’ were swapped

i do personally think it’s odd sarada and sumire just let eida know they weren’t affected ?? like why would you let her know that? now she’s suspecting they might not even be affected by her charm ability at all and we clearly see sumire recalling shikamaru’s words from three years ago. he specifically states not to let her and dameon know or else their lives are in danger, so why let her know your memories weren’t altered?

also, these panels and the time when it was first discovered sarada and sumire aren’t affected by eida’s charm ability imply they might be the ones to take down eida. i sure hope that’s true. the girls need a major fight and some time on the spotlight. let them team up and fight her. eida doesn’t even know how to fight so it should be an easy win considering how underdeveloped the entire female cast is. there should be no need to have someone save them

kawaki and mitsuki: the first thing we see is kawaki telling mitsuki to take the blood thirst down a notch. kawaki assures mitsuki boruto can’t hide from him. mitsuki insists on wanting to protect kawaki and killing boruto… and kawaki let’s him have his way with killing boruto, just doesn’t want him following him around. notice how mitsuki is going to tell him something but is cut off by the person on the mic??

could this imply omnipotence will be broken somehow ?? because we all know kawaki isn’t mitsuki’s sun. it’s boruto

kawaki leaves to where the claw marks were found. mitsuki stays behind and he says to himself that kawaki is his sun. again, we as the readers know he actually means boruto cuz kawaki and boruto swapped places. i personally find it kind of… bittersweet we see this side of mitsuki. he’s saying it to himself and not around kawaki because again, kawaki is NOT HIS SUN. those are words meant to be heard by boruto, NOT kawaki (brb imma go cry. bring this man back his boruto)

scene cuts to himawari training with chocho. i love this part !! even though it’s just training, i’m happy to see them in some type of action. hopefully they get major fights as a team up or something :3 i love how shikadai and inojin come into the picture and give hima compliments. team ten really support her growing as a ninja♡

i love that we also get to see things from himawari’s perspective. she wants to help boruto (from our POV as the reader, we know she truly means kawaki) and how he’s different than how she remembers him. shikadai reminds her boruto (kawaki) killed her dad, but himawari doesn’t think he did so because she (and us) witnessed the time kawaki saved her and naruto from delta, so she believes a person like that is not capable of murdering naruto. she follows up by saying IF boruto (kawaki) truly did kill naruto, then he’d be in deep trouble, but she feels like her father is still alive somewhere and we all know kawaki truly didn’t kill him. he merely sealed him away in some other dimension (and himawari, sis, why aren’t you mentioning your mother ??)

next scene we have kawaki eliminating claw marks !! seems the jonin know about code’s grudge against boruto (which we all know they mean kawaki cuz of omnipotence) and suspect he’s prioritizing fighting him over the village… which makes sense in a way?? like why attack the village when the one you’re after is just one person ??

kawaki then finds the claw mark on the back of the jonin’s neck and tells shikamaru to round up the shinobi hunting down claw marks in one place. lmao i find it so funny how kawaki is literally bossing the hokage around😭😭

“hurry up, master shika” — 😭😭

okay. claw grimes start popping out. they’re like roaches. one comes out and the rest follow suit

next we see kawaki really has the entire village under his control !!

tbh i gotta admire and praise him for this !! he’s really putting in the work to ensure everything is fine and everyone is safe. dare i say, he’d probably make a great hokage. look at the way he’s handling things and as i said, he’s literally bossing the current hokage around. that’s truly admirable xD i guess what makes it funny to me is the fact he’s bossing shikamaru of all people around sksk. if it was konohamaru then… ehhh. he’s konohamaru. but shikamaru ?? lmaooo

next we see sarada knocking down a claw grime. okay good !! we seeing some action from her. yay !! she then realizes the grimes can travel between locations like claw marks using each other. nice

aah. the first meeting

i wonder why it took them this long to meet ?? like seriously. anyway, the two merely talk. i honestly would’ve preferred the two have some sparring match. kind of like a teaser for what’s to come, but alas… that didn’t occur T_T

code arrives informing sarada he’s looking for boruto (kawaki) and has been chasing him for three years. he figured he’d use his friends, whom he still cares about, to lure him out, starting with her. this really tells us code already knew who kawaki’s friends were. this aligns perfectly with the scene prior to the time skip and omnipotence where code swore he’d get rid of everything and everyone kawaki deems precious. he mentioned the hokage (naruto), his friends (in this case sarada as shown in the chapter) and the village. he may be saying boruto, but we as the readers know he truly means kawaki because that’s who he has a grudge against and wants dead. we all know he means kawaki, but he mentions boruto because the two have swapped lives and code is affected by omnipotence

boruto then comes in and tells code “it’s that kind of sick thinking that creeps girls out” — lmaoo i’m sorry WHAT ??!! WHAT. are you serious right now?? this is what boruto can make out of this interaction between code and sarada?? not a “i’m the one you want, so i’m here now. leave my friends out of it” ?? THIS ??!! DAWG. that is… super irrelevant to what we currently have HELP. i suppose it’s said because part of code swearing to destroy everything kawaki deemed precious was eida ?? this goes to show he’s just not gonna get eida so he can forget about it ?? sounds like i’m reaching here and i PROBABLY AM but i don’t know HOW ELSE TO MAKE SENSE OF IT ??

ANYWAYS

kawaki first detects boruto’s chakra, followed by the village and everyone else. everyone is in shock to see him because the supposed “traitor” (which in this case would be kawaki but again, omnipotence made it boruto. sumire truly looks shocked, shikamaru appears troubled and sarada doesn’t even look shocked ?? she just looks… there ?? i don’t even know. at first she’s in disbelief and then she’s just staring there ?? (probably a critique to the art here. it doesn’t show her emotions like at all. if she’s suppose to look shocked… she AIN’T. at least keep the sweat mark like she had at first and the way they did with shikamaru and sumire. why remove it??)

the chapter then ends with kawaki mentioning boruto finally showed up. now i know they definitely got beef because they know the truth about their lives swapping and are the ones living different realities

my overall take is… the chapter is okay. my biggest issue is sarada’s writing. she’s suppose to be smart but she’s doing the oddest moves. why argue with someone you know remembers things differently ?? you know they won’t be dissuade of their memories

my review for chapter 2 will come out in a couple hours. these are fun to make :3

#boruto #boruto two blue vortex #boruto manga #boruto 81 #boruto manga review

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hausofmamadas · 1 year ago

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OKAYOKAYOKAY firstoff, we gotta get this out the way. So iiiiiii have a *coughs* complicated? relationship with Steve Murphy sksk I don't hate him, but he frustrates me and it's no secret that I love to roast him prob more than anyone else in the Narcos/Nmx universe. He's just sooooo... such a.... he's just so- god how do I get this out.... fuck I'll just come right out: this man is Beyond White. And it's not even just White, it's a specific brand of American White, I can't help but not take him seriouslyskdfjsls. Like, Steve Murphy is Wonderbread White. And I know that Steve isn't the focus of this fic, but I have to say this now bc it's one of my favorite aspects of fanfic, specifically reading multiple fics by the same writer.

There's this thing I've noticed as a reader where a writer has clearly given serious thought to, and put a lot of care into writing a character that's not my? fav? but one theyhold dear. And bc it's a fav of theirs I use fav loosely bc my fav is a fuckinskdffj assassin the character is so well-crafted that it actually manages to convert me into kinda? A Believer? When I say well-crafted, I don't mean likeable or idealistic to the point of being ooc but there are qualities that writers pick up on that are there but I don't notice bc I haven't reaaaally been paying attention, right. Imean idek this makes sense but what tf I'm trying to say is you know Steve Murphy. You know this man.Andthis fic is one such example of that exact thing. Bc that was my first immediate thought upon reading:

"Yeah well, things are- " Javier paused his sentence to think about what to say, how to describe what you were getting into.

"A shitshow." Steve interrupted him to finish the thought.

Mentally, you noted that Steve was the more honest one, not to get flustered by the presence of a woman ... you respected it.

Like a) it's true, and b) I also respect it ngl something I never thought I'd be caught dead saying about Steve tbh sksk he has always been the more honest of the two. Less likely to couch bad news in some political doublespeak, unlike Javi.

Ditto for, "Now we should give you a heads up ... Colonel Carrillo can be ... He can be a bit of a dick." But lest I get carried away enjoying Steve too much skfjlsk Reader corrects the record, ... you now realized that what Murphy meant in the car was, Carrillo was a dick to him. And I was back to my usual howwwlingslkdj at his expense so hard I tipped my own chair back. Also, Reader's multiple Thought-Roasts of Javi are too many to quote and as much as I would love to do a full reblog scream like I normally do, I don't have timeslkdjflk but I was grinning like a loon and nodding vigorously bc correct. Javi is an absurd little man SKSKJ

Okay, onto the subject of the actual fuckin fic sldfkjslkdjf;a another reason that first exchange jumped out is bc I was also celebrating the fact that these were details Reader paid attention to bc you know I"m a sucker for competence porn lbr bc something I realized about myself as a non-capital-R, reader, is I love when I get more invested in the Reader character than the characters I started reading teh fic for in the first place??????? And you did that so fucking just masterfully here. And you consistently do taht it's truly got me marveling at the skill just full *takes out tiny detective notepad and impossible microscopic reading glasses* scribbling notes furiously, laerning so much TECHNIQUE BABYYYYYYYYY

And I've just babbled on about all of that and havne't even gotten to, the expectedly but I still resent it, devastating the Carrillo Of It Allskskskskskskks particularly when you slapped me with this, You spoke his name with such pleading, not just because you knew it'd get him to answer but because you truly missed saying his name in that way. I MEAAAANNNNSDLKFJA;LSDKJF;ALSJKDF; YOU REAL TRYNA KILL ME WIT THIS??????? THE WAY READER JUST KNOWS HIM, KNOWS THAT'LL GET AN HONEST ANSWER BC THE MAN IS LEGIT A JELLY FILLED DONUT WHEN IT COMES TO ANY OBJECT OF AFFECTION/LOVE INTEREST, WEJUST KNOW HE IS, ugh and the "If I had to lose you to someone I'm glad it was her" to seal my fate as fresh, worm-chow for the earth bc you've driven me to an early grave even though I did exactlyfuckingnothing to desrve this but love too much whatever, I'm fine, I feel fine actually y'know can you be fine, if you've never..? been fine before? like in your mind? asking for a friend ofc

For Old Time's Sake

Horacio Carrillo x F!Reader Steve Murphy & Javier Peña & F!Reader For the @narcosfandomdiscord October Prompts. Day 1 - Day of Firsts: Create a fanwork about a canon character you’ve never written about/used before. Summary: Your first day in Colombia on the Escobar case and you end up running into an old flame. A little reimagined moment of Steve's first day in Colombia if you will! Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: All my fics are 18+, regardless of content. Angsty. Javi being kinda lowkey jerky. A/N: Okay so this is my first time writing Carrillo and I feel like its wildly out of character/his voice/etc but we're out here TRYING okay. So excited for these prompts and hope to write for a good chunk on this list!

Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini

Your plane landed in the early morning hours, it was still dark out as you exited. Luckily there was no waiting on baggage or making your way through the crowd. When the DEA sent you out, they pulled out all the stops. It helped that you were top of your game at work, putting in the extra hours, sacrificing your social life. It basically meant you were eating, sleeping, and dreaming of work 24/7 but it brought you up as the highest agent in your division and because of that, it earned you the Escobar case. That and well, you had pretty well knowledge of Colombia since you spent your college years abroad there.

This was the last of the luxury you’d experience from the DEA office in the states, however, and you knew that so you soaked up every ounce of it before you were now exiting the private plane, making your way down to the Ford that was waiting to take you to your accommodations.

“Hola, senorita.” Someone in a suit greeted you and held the backdoor open for you.

You smiled and placed your bags in the back, you knew that wasn’t what they were holding the door for, but you weren’t going to continue the special treatment. Quickly after dropping your bags, you moved to the passenger seat and waited for the driver to join you. After a few beats of silence they mentioned they would be taking you to your apartment so you could get settled but you disagreed and made them take you to the embassy.

There it was, the habit that got you in this position, all work, no play.

As you rolled into the embassy, you flashed your badge and quickly made your way in, stepping out as the car was still moving.

“Muchas gracias.” You nodded to your driver who was panicking to brake.

Two men in tan suits waited for you as you approached with your bags.

“Peña and Murphy?” You stood staring at the two of them as they sized you up.

“Yep.” Javier extended his hand out to shake yours. “Javier–Javi.”

That was followed by the same gesture from Steve.

“They were supposed to bring you to drop your bags off first.” Javi started to complain as he began walking inside the building.

“I told them to bring me here, I can drop my bags off whenever I go home. Wanted to meet the team and get briefed as soon as possible.” You spoke up, quick to keep up with both of the men who were holding the door open for you.

As you entered the building you took in everything, making mental notes of every detail you thought would be important. The sign that listed each floor, where the bathrooms were, where each emergency exit was located. It almost made you miss the look Steve and Javi gave each other after you explained your eagerness to work.

“I got myself familiar with all the notes on the plane but, I figured first hand accounts would be better. I know better than to believe everything that’s in the paperwork.” You spoke as you entered the elevator.

“Yea well, things are–” Javier paused his sentence to think about what to say, how to describe what you were getting into.

“A shitshow.” Steve interrupted him to finish the thought.

Mentally you noted that Steve was the more honest one, not one to get flustered by the presence of a woman. He was likely married, or in some serious commitment, and whether that was with a woman or his job you respected it. You nodded with a smile, answering him briefly with a some response about how it isn't always with the DEA or something of that nature before your eyes moved back over to Javier to get a read on him.

Before you could nail down a thought, the elevator doors were opening and the group of you were moving fast.

“Weaver and Wisnicki, meet our new DEA special agent.” Javier introduced you by name.

You were quick to let go of your bags and reach over to shake hands and correct the title he gave you. “Supervising Special Agent.”

Steve let out a chuckle before continuing the greeting. “Javi what is it you called these guys? R.I.P? Retired in place?”

You let out a chuckle, you weren’t going to shit on what these two did, you weren’t here for that and with the amount of time you spent at work, you needed to make friends where possible.

“Hey, we all earn it.” You lifted your hands up in an act of innocence. “It was nice meeting you two.”

As the group of you moved through the different sections of the floor you got introduced to other agents, the Mil group, and the ambassador. Each group introduction went well. By the end of your journey, Javier was suggesting you leave your bags at his desk before they drove you in to meet the Search Bloc, seeing as you were about to go on an intel mission with them in the next 5 hours.

“Now we should give you a heads up.” Steve spoke up as the car you were in pulled into Carlos Holguin School. “Colonel Carrillo can be–”

“Walking up right now.” Javier interrupted as he put the car in park and exited the vehicle.

Steve was quick to look up and see that the Colonel wasn’t walking up, it was just his men approaching to escort the lot of you in.

“No he’s not!” Murphy yelled before turning to you in the back seat. “He can be a bit of dick. Apparently a common trait around here.” His eyes went back to Peña before he was exiting the passenger door himself.

You smiled to yourself at that. It was enjoyable to you to see the back and forth between the two men.

The silence overcame the group of you as you were brought to an office door, the plaque on the outside reading Colonel Carrillo was a little outdated in style, meant he had a few years on his belt.

As the door was opened by one of the search bloc soldiers, Javi began speaking.

“Buenos días, Colonel.”

The minute a voice responded, you felt your gut flinch, if that was even possible, before it sunk. Your head was whipping up to look at the major, taking in his green uniform, the badge on his chest, and finally, his face.

Javier and him were mumbling to each other as they shook hands, leaving you to take in who it was in front of you right now.

It wasn’t so much nerves you were feeling, you would have described it more as shock. Which, shock felt a lot similar to a panic attack. The noise in your ears got fuzzy, there was a slight buzzing in the background and your face went blank.

“You alright?” Steve cut through the fuzziness in your ears, luckily and brought you back to reality.

“Yea sorry, just fucked up from the time difference and the flight.” You shook your head and masked the shock you were feeling.

“I want you to meet our new DEA supervising special agent.” Javi spoke up, calling the attention to you now.

His eyes met yours, and the smile that slightly curved on his face tipped you off that he recognized you immediately. You saw his mouth move slightly open and before Javi or him could say your name you were quick to cut them both off by speaking it outloud and move towards them, extending your arm to greet the man.

If that wasn’t enough to get the point across to the Colonel, your next words would have been.

“Mucho gusto.” You smiled and prayed he didn’t say or do anything that would give away your connection.

“Mucho gusto.” He spoke back to you with a frown.

“We’re gonna move out and get intel in about an hour.” Steve spoke up from the back.

“Murphy.” Carrillo spoke up, his face hardening as he stared at the man.

With the context you had just gotten from Steve, you now realized that what Murphy meant in the car was, Carrillo was a dick to him. If you weren’t in the middle of this clusterfuck of a situation, you would have smiled, maybe even chuckled a bit but your mind was still trying to wrap itself around what was happening.

“We’ll get out of your hair, just wanted to introduce you to the fresh meat.” Javi smiled at you.

“Wait.” Carrillo spoke up and your gut did that flinching thing again. “I’d love to know more about what this means for your team, Peña.”

You heard Javi start to make a noise, it was something adjacent to stuttering. His way of not wanting to devalue himself or shit on you while you were in the room.

“My title doesn’t really pull weight, it’s just for the paperwork. I’m basically going to be working closely with Peña and Murphy on intel and raids. Only difference is my signature gets added to the documents.” You spoke up, looking back at the men behind you as you spoke.

“Have you gotten a tour of Medellin yet, special agent?”

He was teasing you. When you met him in Colombia all those years ago, that was exactly what he did. Give you a tour. He showed you the plaza, the museums, the best restaurants you never would have found otherwise. And again, in any other circumstance you would have been amused, but mortified was more the right word to describe your emotions at the moment. The comment was more obvious to you than anyone else in the room. It helped that Steve and Javi were oblivious to everything that wasn’t Escobar related so they weren’t exactly picking up on what was happening.

“She flew in this morning, her bags are back at the embassy at my desk, she didn’t even get settled before jumping on the case.” Javi spoke up.

“I’ll have it arranged that your bags are picked up and brought here.” Carrillo wasn’t even looking at any of you anymore. He was rummaging through paperwork at his desk.

When no one responded he looked up to be met with confused looks. His eyes jumped from Steve to Javi to you. “Paperwork, after the intel trip. Going to need your signatures.”

“Right.” You said it was obvious the entire time.

“Alright, I’ll make the arrangements and meet you all at 1300.” He went back to looking at his paperwork, ignoring all 3 of you.

It took you a couple seconds to make your feet move but eventually you were able to and out of his office. Steve was now leading the way to where you would meet a few more of the Search Bloc crew and gather up gear for the trip you were about to take.

Luckily, the intel mission wasn’t awkward at all. Carrillo put his professional foot forward, as did you and as you all waited in the room for all the Narcos to show up there was no more tense or nervousness in the air. He clearly picked up on you not wanting to out any of your past personal life to Steve and Javier and quite honestly, he understood that. Having more time to think on it and not being thrown for a loop in the moment, he felt relieved about it too. These were not exactly the typical running into your ex conditions, this was work, this was catching a drug cartel and their leaders, this needed to be as far away from personal as possible.

That was what both of you told yourselves. It was what you told yourself on the way back, while you sat next to each other in the car, when Javi leaned forward to tell you that the restaurant coming up had the best arepas de choclo. You knew that, because that was where you and Horacio would go when you were craving late night foods. And it was what you told yourself now, as you all pulled back up to the Carlos Holguin School and the awkwardness came back over you.

“I had one of my men take your bags to where you’re staying.” Carrillo said as the group of you gathered together on the dirt lot.

“We would have taken them back, her place is on the first level where me and Steve stay.” Javi spoke up, his hands resting on his hips.

“One last thing we gotta lug back home from the embassy.” Steve shrugged as he leaned over to shake Carrillo’s hand in an effort to say goodbye.

“Wasn’t a big deal, I have a few men working at the embassy, keeps communication smooth.” Carrillo wasn’t in the mood to argue with Javi on this so he was quick to turn to you. “You ready to get started on this paperwork?”

“Yea, I’ll meet you in your office, let me just debrief with my guys.” You spoke confidently, anything to throw both of them off.

All Carrillo did was nod and make his way back to his office. You turned to Steve and Javi, your face solid and serious.

“We’ll take care of following up on the intel.” Javi spoke up now, like he was in charge.

“I’ll give you a call on what the next move is.” Steve was cutting Javi off, staring at him with a frown before moving his eyes on to you.

You nodded once, then turned to Javi. “Call me fresh meat one more time and I’ll be sure you’re riding desk for the rest of this case and you’ll be the one staying late to run through paperwork.”

It was harsh, but true. You were new, but you weren’t stupid. Regardless of anything, you pulled rank over these two, whether it truly mattered or not. There was no room for disrespect.

“See you two in the morning.” You offered them a goodbye and made your way over to the main entrance. Steve’s laugh could have been heard from even inside the building, it was obvious he was making fun of Javi, of what you just said. It was good, set the tone amongst them.

The walk down the hallway was long, your head was filling with tons of thoughts, of memories, your heart was beating so fast it was a surprise it wasn’t coming out of your chest. As your hand rested on the doorknob of Carrillo’s office, you took a beat, a moment to take a deep breath and exhale it out as the door opened.

Carrillo was sitting at his desk, his green button up shirt that houses his name patch and badge was hung on a coat rack in the corner, he was at his desk with just his tan t shirt on, the only light illuminating the room was the outdoor lights from the windows behind him and the desk lamp that was showing the frown on his face as he shuffled through things on his desk.

“Thanks for going along with it.” You spoke up, alerting him of your presence. The immediate thought you had was why you were starting the conversation with that. There were a million other things you could have said.

His head shot up, he clearly had not heard you open the door or your heart practically thumping out of your chest.

“It’s no problem.” He answered you. “I hope you set Peña straight.” He was standing up now, moving his hand to the chair across his desk offering for you to sit.

“Set straight?” You were confused, as you made your way to sit down.

“Fresh meat.” He said as he sat back down himself.

“Oh, yea. That won’t be happening again.” You let out a chuckle, still fidgeting around in the seat trying to get comfortable.

“It’s probably good you thought quick, what happened with us… it’s just more fuel to the fire for him.” Carrillo was leaning on his desk, elbows resting on the stacks of documents.

“What did happen with us?” The question came out so blunt it even shocked you.

“You went back.” It was said like it was so obvious. Like those 3 words were the answer to it all.

“I sent you letters.” The vibe had definitely changed from just mere minutes ago.

Carrillo didn’t say anything, he sat there silent, his face neutral like that would be enough of an answer for you.

“It’s crazy how you can know someone for just short of a year, spend pretty much everyday with them, learn the most intimate things about them, and truly know absolutely nothing about them.”

“What are you talking about?” He was annoyed, and because of the time you spent with him, you knew it was deflection, a way to get out of the conversation, but you weren’t going to let it go that easily.

“You never told me you were an aspiring police officer.” You pointed to the badged shirt on the rack. “In fact, I’m pretty sure you told me you wanted to come to the states, study, learn about architecture, the details of the buildings that people are so quick to dismiss.” It was a pretty direct quote from a young Horacio’s mouth.

“I joined 4 months after you left. Things got bad here. After that incident where– where you got hurt. I couldn’t shake it.” He explained thinking back to one of the last memories of you here with him. It wasn’t one either of you liked to remember, you had a permanent scar on you to remind you of it more frequently, but in Carrillo’s case it looked like he had a career profession to keep the memory alive.

“Why did you ignore my letters?” Your voice softened now as you came to the realization that maybe you could actually come to some closure tonight.

“We should probably start on this paperwork, make everything ready for your team to move forward tomorrow.” He was taking a stack of blank documents and handing it over to you.

“Why did you ignore my letters, Horacio.” You spoke his name with such pleading, not just because you knew it’d get him to answer but because you truly missed saying his name in that way.

“It was too much.” He couldn’t bear to look at you as he spoke. “Loving you and giving my all to training, to the big picture, to Colombia.”

There it was. The most truthful thing he might have ever said to you. You knew he loved you but deep down, you always knew he loved his country. The two of you fell in love as he showed you the sights, it was written in your story for it to come down to this.

“If I had to lose you to someone I’m glad it was to her.” You managed to make a joke, just being happy that he had been honest with you.

He smiled at that too. Now that things were a little more settled, a little less awkward, you began rummaging through the papers, filling out reports and findings, signing pre-typed notes for approvals and compliance. About 20 minutes went by when Carrillo was clearing his throat to get your attention.

“I’m glad you’re here to fight this fight with me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The firmness in your voice came back over you, your eyes glaring at him.

He got flustered a bit, neither of you having been in a situation where flirting, romance and charm weren’t the leading tones of your conversations.

“I just came here for the best arepas de choclo in Colombia.” A smile grew on your face and his was soon to follow.

He was quick to stand up and grab his jacket, which was hanging next to his badged work shirt and place it on.

“Well I guess I better not disappoint.�� He was nodding towards the door. “For old times sake? I believe that’s what they say back where you’re from.”

You stood up and grabbed your own jacket from the back of the chair and made your way to stand in front of him, dangerously close to him, you could feel the slight breeze of his breath on you as he waited for some verbal response from you. For old time’s sake, if that was the excuse he needed to justify going to get food with you, you’d take it. To be honest if that was the excuse he needed to do anything with you, you’d allow it. Little to your knowledge, but those 4 words would end up being all the invitation either of you needed to revisit old times in the next five months, whether it was your favorite restaurant, your apartment, his house, even a couple times in his office.

So you stared up at him, at the eyes of the man you had fallen in love with all those years ago, and despite them looking a little more dark and unruly now, you smiled and opened your mouth to speak.

“For old time’s sake.”

#screamblog #the way i spent 30 mins writing a master's thesis on Steve Fucking Murphy even tho the fic wasn't even about him aslkdfjslkdjf #there's more where that's coming from tho bc most of your narcoctober fics feature him #so you can expect more confusion on my part for liking and sympathizing with someone I tend to find to be A Ridiculous Person #also is it weird if I say Reader reminded me a lot of Messina #like would not be surprised in the slightest if Messina's internal dialogue went something like this #minus the Carrillo feels .... unless someone were to write that KEKW #I mean idk if I'm the one to do it but I'm sayin'#your skill trulyskdjskdj #narcoctober #carrillo x reader #day 1 #day of firsts #narcosfandomdiscord #horacio carrillo #narcos #narcos fanfic

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garlicbreadbro · 2 years ago

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i was with a friend once and out of nowhere they turned towards me and went like " no one should text you or talk to you on the internet " and i was like "huh" then they were like " sksk i mean people miss out on alot of you when they are texting you and not looking at you doing stuff, you are a very fascinating creature, i sometimes wonder why do you do what you do.." and i was like "uh huh same actually"...

" you are this 10 yo fascinated by little things, the color of the lights on your keypad, you do a little hellu cattoo hellu doggo with a high pitch voice whenever you see a cat/dog irl or on the screen.. and i don't think people will really get you if they don't see you in person. you are very different and i wonder why has no one ever fallen for you yet also you ARE a literal baby"

and i think about this from time to time and self reflect that AM I REALLY LIKE THIS? AM I A BABY??! I do act differently everywhere and with everyone and i think we all do.

I just wanted to put it up here because it makes me feel nice and warm? if that makes sense? anyway i tend to never forget small stuff about people and remember them by that specific thing so like youknow how one pronounces a certain word or where they heard this one song for the first time and i really really like those small parts about their life. i think thats what defines you from everyone else and makes you, well you.

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golbrocklovely · 6 months ago

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Don't worry, I didn't take it as an attack hahaha.♡

Well, I've been in a relationship for a very, veeeery long time and I'm not happy every day either, we have our ups and downs and we don't have pictures of us smiling all the time. It's just that nobody is interested because I'm obviously not a public person but you know what I mean.

Sure, you can be concerned and you can have your opinion, but looking for specific reasons to hate is unnecessary. If people don't like what they see, they should just look away. (I know, it's impossible for most haha)

To put it briefly for the others who reading this:

No, you are not happy every day in a relationship, because you still have problems sometimes (with work for example)

Yes, there are good times that you cannot see.

No, Colby doesn't have to show every day how happy he is with her or when he's sad.

No, he's not doing this to get one over on Shea.

And yes !he is in a relationship!

Not a fling, not "just f*ck buddies" or anything else and she is not forcing him.

-Have a nice day everyone and stop complaining about a relationship just because you may not like the woman at his side. Thanks.

i agree with you 100%

i think what's funny is colby has always had a bit of rbf, or just in general isn't really smiley in pics. and for some reason, certain fans are taking that as ammunition that he's unhappy just bc now he's not smiling next to malia.

like, in videos and in person, he's a smiley dude. pics, he's angsty/emo. that's been his thing for years. why are fans acting like this is new info lol

i have my own theory that while there are fans that genuinely are concerned (overly so, but nonetheless) bc they don't know malia and are worried about colby, i think a good amount that hate on them sincerely can't fathom colby being happier with someone else than with us.

bc if you think about it, colby has basically been "ours" for years now (and i use that term very loosely bc he's his own person and we don't own him). so to see him with someone is gonna feel strange. but i think certain fans genuinely can't conceptualize that he has a life outside of us, that we're not allowed to know about. that we aren't a part of whatsoever. and i think that lack of control, that no matter what anyone says he's still gonna date her and love her and possibly maybe marry her one day, regardless of what we say… scares a lot of fans. and the way they express that is by hating. by tearing down. hoping that maybe this one thing they mention will be the thing that makes colby "ours" again and brings him back to us.

i don't expect anyone that dislikes them as a couple to agree with me, mostly bc i don't think any of them are that self aware. i also think there is a lot of other issues underneath, like jealousy or projection. but again, no self awareness.

also ppl have been shipping him with certain ppl, like shea or stas, for years. so to see him not end up with those ppl pisses them off. but like, he's not a fictious character you can retcon into dating your preferred match.

for me personally, when i said i wanted to see colby get into a relationship, to give us that bf content, i meant that with my whole chest. and i meant that in any way, shape, or form. bc at the end of the day, i just want him to be happy. that's all i want for really anyone, even those i disagree with lol

but sue me for loving love i guess sksks

#ask #personal #cb ll

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jeonjcngkook · 2 years ago

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love bites | jjk (m) teaser

→ pairing: vampire!jungkook x vampire!reader

→ wc: 1.5k

→ genre(s)/au(s): 18+, modern vampires, vampire au, est relationship, smut

→ summary: its feeding time for you both but this time rather than venture out alone, you take it one step further and feed together.

→ teaser warnings: oc is a such a bad girl n we luv her, jaykay is a fuckin simp, explicit mentions of blood, explicit mentions of dead bodies, sexual groping (both females rec), implied mention of f/f/m, blood drinking, jaykay plays with his food, coerision, implied smut

→ note: thank you @jimilter & @sunshinejunghoseokie for betaing the teaser<33 n mistress magwai @kth1 for the banner sksk

→ note2: the full fic is just pwp. there will be absolutely no plot whatsoever so if that isn't your thing, no hard feelings — move on and let others enjoy what they want

Jungkook sinks his teeth into the woman in front of him, crimson liquid rushing to the surface to aid the bloodlust coursing through him. Not once do Jungkook's eyes leave you as you continue to play with the dark hair of the lifeless male in your own arms.

“Stop her from crying. She's annoying me,” you roll your eyes at her blood curdling scream, accentuating your distaste towards the female.

“Why don’t you come over here and do something about it then?” Jungkook challenges you back with a playful smirk dawning on his lips.

You're quick to push the male from your body, watching as his body drops to the floor in a heap.

“Okay, he’s definitely dead,” you laugh out loud with sinister glee.

You make your way over to Jungkook and stand in front of the woman. She is certainly beautiful with soft raven hair and rather large innocent looking eyes. Eyes that are now flooded with fear and pleasure. What a stupid girl, getting off on being fed from.

Grabbing her by the throat, you squeeze the sides of her neck just enough to keep her quiet but not enough to fully cut off the air to her lungs. Tipping her head up, she looks at you as Jungkook continues to suckle on her blood. He’s made quite the mess of his meal, blood running down her neck.

The scent of her sweet perfume invades your senses as you lower your head to her neck and sniff at the broken flesh where Jungkook's teeth and tongue are lapping away at her with succession. It’s surprising that she’s lasted this long with the way that he’s been going at her.

“Such a pretty little thing you are,” you murmur as your other hand caresses her cheek.

Jungkook finally removes himself from her just to mutter, “you should fucking taste her, she’ll quench your thirst so well.” To prove his point, he drags his index finger through the blood staining her skin and lifts it up to your lips.

“Well you do smell delicious, I will give you that,” you whisper, your lids fluttering shut in delight.

Your hand squeezes harder on her neck and the other finds her right breast. You pinch at the flesh over her clothing and watch as pleasure fills her.

“Bless. You’re such a fighter hanging on for dear life, I’ll give you that much,” you laugh sarcastically.

“W-what do you mean?” The woman squeaks.

Jungkook places a kiss upon her neck, lips brushing across the skin behind her ear. You feel the way her body trembles underneath your touch, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress the smile trying to make its way to your face.

You lower your face towards her, your lips a hair's breadth away from her own. “I’m a good girl, ask anyone. Ask him,” flipping your head up in the direction of Jungkook behind her.

Jungkook’s eyes are dark, full of hunger and not just for the woman he has tangled in his arms. “Now kitten, why lie to your meal?” He toys with you both with his words.

“I-I trust you,” she mutters, trying to assure you or herself, you’re unsure.

“Silly girl. Now why would you do something as reckless as trusting me?” You purr. Your head is spinning, still not sated from the lifeless male you just sank your teeth into not even five minutes ago. “You’re gorgeous and we want you, so what’s the point of beating around the bush?”

Your tongue dips out of your mouth and you flatten it against her neck, feeling a puddle of blood begin to gather at its tip. “As for you, baby. Why does it matter if I tell a white lie or not? She isn’t going to be around to remember what happens.”

The woman doesn’t get time to muster up a response to you as Jungkook cackles with a shrug of his shoulders and sinks his teeth into her neck once more. You laugh obnoxiously before plunging your sharp teeth into her neck right next to your boyfriend. Both of you closing your eyes and listening to her as she makes an involuntary noise which you think resembles a scream.

She reclines her head to the side so that both of your jaws gently graze each other as you feed from the artery. It’s messy and not at all how you both usually feed. There is normally an etiquette to it. Keep it short, clean, and leave no traces behind. But with the way blood splatters around both your mouths, watching it seep into her clothing and pour down to pool at her feet, it unleashes a whole other side to you that you’ve kept hidden for so long.

The bite from a vampire, as you know from personal experience, is a bittersweet ache. The initial feeling of teeth grazing over the skin forces the adrenaline to swim around the body, eroding any fear that they fear as they wait for the moment of release. When teeth pierces the skin and the venom makes its first contact with the bloodstream, there is no pain comparable – like a match that has been left to burn down too far with no method to extinguish the heat, body throwing itself into flight or fight mode to overcome the affliction the body is bathed in.

It's at that point that the human can’t decipher if what they are feeling is pleasure or pain or something else altogether.

Your fingers press further into her throat and the other tighter on her breast, allowing the blood to flow further to the surface as you and Jungkook continue to lap it up. You’ve got to give it to him, he was right about her - she was insatiable. Sweet to the tongue, leaving a tingle to take over your body.

It isn't long before horror is filling her emotions – she begins to tremble with fear as life begins to pour out of her. She is using any remaining ounce of strength she can find to thrash around to fight you both off of her but it is no use. Not with the adrenaline coursing through you paired with Jungkook’s unnatural strength. There is no way she has the power to fight back.

Jungkook moves around her body, his hand now cupping your own tit and teasing at the nipple from over your thin tee. He watches it harden under his touch as he suckles furiously from the wound in her neck and you can’t help but moan at the sight in front of you as you also quench your thirst from her too.

The sounds of you and Jungkook slurping from her fills your ears and leaves you more turned on than you ever would have thought possible. It spurs you on to continue drinking from the puncture wounds in her neck. The familiar metallic taste being drawn from her as you feel her body grow limp in Jungkook's arms is such a treat. Her cries have faded to a silence and the sounds of her whimpering become more and more faint the longer the transaction between the three of you continues.

“Is it just me or does feeding together make you hornier than when you do it alone?” Jungkook asks you with his lips muffling the words as his mouth is both pressed against her flesh and full of blood. “Or is my dick hard because seeing you smothered in blood is a sight I don’t ever want to erase?”

Your eyes roll back to the back of your head but you’re unsure if it’s in delight at the satisfaction the nameless woman is providing you or if it comes from the ridiculous but fair question Jungkook asks you. It seems as if his mind is being clouded by his own arousal. Removing your teeth from her neck, you stare back at Jungkook and allow your hand to run through the raven locks of his hair, pushing strands out of his eyes. You hum in agreement.

You think about it. He isn’t wrong at all. You get to watch him and the way he handles his feeds and you’re reminded that it’s almost as rough as he would handle you during sex. It’s in the way his calloused fingers find the throats of his prey to tear them open and nourish himself. It’s in the way his eyes darken, and his body stiffens as he becomes more sated. You’re certain that if he had a beating heart that it would be racing tenfold. The longer you drink him in, the more that you realise again that he is in fact right — you’ve never felt this horny while feeding and it’s all because of the visual of the man in front of you.

“Why don’t you come over here and do something about it then?” You challenge back, using his own words against him.

full fic coming soon

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hausofmamadas · 2 years ago

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Breaking news: RIP to me bc sorry but I’m a Kitty stan now. This broke soemthing in me and I am in love with him or more specifically Elise’s version of him kthxbye

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✷ He can see you on the other side of the pool, been watching you like a hawk for a while now, sunglasses down his nose as you push around that boyfriend of yours.

SOMEONE EXPLAIN TO ME RIGHT OFF THE BAT WHY THIS IS SO HOT???? I’ve barely gotten comfortable, and here you are immediately coming for me with the looking over the bridge of his sunglasses, with the “as you push around that boyfriend of yours” bc you know how weak I am for a woman that will step on you for free like good gotdamn, can I get no rest!!?!

✷ He knows what Ramón tells him, when he finally gets tired of hearing him beg and whine about it, that is how he knows you would ‘eat him up and chew him out’ if he dared approach.

GODDDDDD I AM FUCKINGKFJFJD LIIIIIIIVING FOR THE FACT THAT EVEN RAMON KNOWS READER WOULD GRIND HIS BONES TO MAKE HER BREAD SKSKSKS like Mon, a man who cartoonishly murders poor mariachi band members with a giant, serial killer butcher knife, Mon who ruins a kid’s bday party by stringing tuna fish up for target practice, Moncito who is literally one of the most violent characters in a show full of violent characters, that Ramon is like, “oh hell no, esa reina es demasiada chingóna de manejar pa mí” like I AM LIVING FOR IT

✷ Especially when he knows what kind of pendejo actually made it past your walls when he couldn’t.

When it takes a pendejo, it means Reader is the baddest of bitches (cariñoso, por supuesto)

✷ He knows that he shouldn’t be spying on you like this, pretending to go out to light up his joint when he knows doing it inside is allowed.

The way my nosy ass read this and was like, “look...... it never hurts to be polite, and if you get a bit of chisme in the process, so be it” sksksks

✷ ‘’ Fucking about? You’re the one walking around looking like a whore. ‘’

This one stings, deep in his bone, piercing his chest. All the way over here, he feels angry for you ...

ARTURO AND ME BOTH READY TO FUCKING THROW DOWN, THIS DIEGO BOUT TO CATCH THESE HANDS ONE WAY OR ANOTHER GODDAMMIT, IM BOUT TO SEND THIS MF SAILING INTO THAT FUCKING SWIMMING POOL LOKE ES COMO QUIEN CREES QUE ERES PENDEJO???????? YOU DO NOT TALK TO OUR GORL THAT WAY

✷ ... it’s more like a statement than a question, a greeting. *I’m here, you’re good.*

‘’ You’re all good here, mami? ‘’

*hugs knees to chest, falls, rolls over, makes shrieking guttural noises* IM HERE, YOU’RE GOOD, MY WHOLE HEART, I MEAN ARE YOU FUCJIGNDKFJRJEJDJRJDJDJRJDKKDKRRKKDJRRJ KIDDDDINGGGGF ME!???!??????????

✷ Arturo’s attention turns back to you when you don’t answer, don’t bite into it like he thought you would.

I MEAAAAANNNNNNNN okay, we have arrived folks at the point where some magic concoction of words have been strung together and I don’t know what to do with myself bc they just fucking SLAP but let’s— can we all just moment of silence for the skill and poetry of “don’t bite into it like thought you would” like it’s so good, she might not be biting into it like Kitty thought she would but I am absolutely biting my own fist to keep from screaming bc it’s is so good

✷ The thoughts of gripping his hand in his, crushing his joints- He blinks once, twice to shake the images out ...

SWEET FUCKINF CHRIST ON A CRACKER, MY GOD THE WAY THIS JUST HAMMERED ME IN THE FACE LOKE I WANNA HAMMER DIEGO IN THE FACE “crushing his joints” you read my mind and just wrote it as Kitty’s thoughts bc te lo juro, the way I was thinking about just grabbing this mf’s index finger and bending it backward sksks

✷ ‘’ You should leave. ‘’

Both sets of eyes turn to you as you speak up. Finally, he thinks. You are not asking, you are demanding, telling Diego his time here is over.

It’s interesting the way Kitty is like, in this weird way, giving Reader an out. Like she’s probably been wanting to leave and for whatever reason, if it’s love, if it’s codependence, whatever tf, like sometimes you just need someone else to say out loud what you’ve been thinking in order for you to be secure in making a decision. Idk what it is but I really do love the way you’ve written him here

✷ ... he has to know he will lose if he tries to fight him. From the look of it, he is most likely smaller than him, unarmed.

Bc I’m deeply mentally unsound and can hyperfixate like a mf, my first thought while reading this was just, “dang, I bet Barrón is on standby and the minute Kitty threw the first punch, he and Ramon would be ready to back Kitty up, like helping him pound tf outta this guy, cause they were all besties irl”

✷ He will shoot him, he doesn’t care, five times if needed, as many times it would take for this idiot not to have a face anymore.

This may seem extreme but like sksjsjsjdjdjdjdb Kitty and I are fucking one in the same in this moment, down to the “as many times as it would take for this idiot not to have a face anymore.” Like is that psycho of me? Maybe. But fuck if I don’t just feel so seen rn sksks

✷ If Diego wanted to play the tough guy, he would show him what it looked like.

He is halfway around the pool when you start moving, twisting in your heels. You grab Diego by the hair, using the momentum and his hold on your arm to push him into the pool.

NOOOSTROOOOPPPPPSKSKSKSKDKDKDKD BC I AM FUCKING CRYYYYYYING AT THIS SKDKD LIKE I SWEAR TO GOD WHEN I FIRST STARTED READING THIS AND REALIZED THE POOL WAS RIGHT THERE, I WAS LEGIT THINKING “JUST PUSH HIM IN GORL” BUT WAS NOT AT ALL EXPECTING THAT TO ACTUALLY HAPPEN, GODDDKDKDKDKF I AM LITERALLY KICKING MY HEELS TOGETHER, DANCING, DOING A JIG, CELEBRATING AS CONFETTI AND BALLOONS RAIN DOWN ON ME FROM ABOVE SKSKSKS but alsooooooooo can we fucking talk about actually how ingenious this little turn is?????????? BC IT IS. For 2 reasons: 1) the fast thinking and resourcefulness of Reader to realize that Kitty will probably actually kill this guy if he gets his hands on him, like he doesn’t even need a gun to do it, like we all saw wtf happened to Rayo. We all know homie doesn’t even need a deadly weapon, he just needs a body of water to Do A Murder of this Diego guy and then Reader deciding she doesn’t want that to happen, loke she’s saving Diego but also saving Kitty from himself. BUT THEN ALSO is taking control of the situation bc like yes, thank you, Kitty for your assist but we actually don’t need you to save us, okay? We got this, type of thing. BUT THEEEEENNN as if that’s not enough, 2) the genius of her pushing him into the pool from a plot standpoint is hilarious and inventive and cathartic, it also keeps shit from getting as dark as it could’ve gotten and I’m just marveling at the skill porque tu eres un pinshe genio, mana. Recuerda mis palabras a la verga, te estoy diciendo

✷ A well-deserved swim, if he could say so himself, but Arturo is not even looking at him. He doesn’t matter, you do ...

BUT OFC THIS MF IS LOVESTRUCK, LIKE WHAT A WOMANNNNNNN

✷ ... he is surely not going to jump in the pool to finish this, who knows what chlorine would do to his Ralph Lauren shirt.

PFFFTTTTTDJJDJDJD I actually snorted so loud at this, I woke my poor cat up bc he was sleeping on my lap sksks

✷ ‘’ Stay the fuck away from me from now on, or he’ll shoot you. ‘’

Like dude doesn’t even know how literally, actuallt close to death he came skskskskeke like sure, she humiliated you, bro, but she also saved your damn life, en serio

✷ You are whining and he is trying to pretend that his name coming out of your mouth didn’t make his knees buckle for a second. *Eat him up and chew him out.* You turn back to Diego.

‘’ They’re Versace you fucking bitch. ‘’

SKSKSKSKSKSK I LOVE SEEING THIS LITTLE LOVESTRUCK SIDE OF KITTY SO MUCH, I’ve read a number of fics and I feel like this is the first time I’ve seen him as lovestruck like Reader makes him melt without having to lift a finger and I’m here for that shit.AND THEN SKSKSJ YOU HIT ME WITH THAT “they’re Versace you fucking bitch” AND I AM CAAAAACKLING. It’s such a line on its own but it also made me howwwwll thinking about the fact that Ramon would be scandalized probably to the point of murder if he’d been there and heard that bc we know how much our Moncito loves his Versace

✷ ‘’ I’ll buy you new ones, mami. Let’s move before the fish comes out of his tank, yeah? ‘’

SKSKKSKS I AM HOWWWLINGKDKDJD

✷ He chooses to follow you inside, follow what his guts tell him, and not take any of this personally. Easier said than done, but Arturo decides to focus on the sound of your heels against the tiles instead, to breathe in your perfume when he skips before you so he can open the sliding door for you.

*looks down at clipboard, blows whistle like gym teacher, pulls out megaphone* OKAY CAN ALL THE FUCKBOYS IN THE ROOM LISTEN TF UP AND TAKE NOTES BC IMJUSTSOSORRY THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE IS HOW TF A REAL👏🏽MAN👏🏽CONDUCTS👏🏽HIMSELF👏🏽 HE DOES NOT TAKE SHIT PERSONSLLY, HE DOES NOT MAKE THE SITUATION ABOUT HIMSELF, HE’S PATIENT, ATTENTIVE, HAS THE WHEREWITHAL TO KNOW THAT YOUR REACTION UNDER THESE CIRCUMSTANCES IS TOTALLY UNDERSTANDABLE AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HIM BC NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT HIM. FURTHERMORE, HE ACKNOWLEDGES THE FEELING OF BUTTHURT, VALIDATES IT WITHIN HIMSELF BUT DOES NOT MAKE YOU RESPONSIBLE FOR SAID BUTTHURT. LITERALLY BOYS, THESE ARE THE GOLDEN TABLETS AND NONE OF YOU HAVE ANY EXCUSE TO ACT LIKE BABY BITCHES ANY LONGER AND THOSE WHO STILL CHOOSS TO DO SO, ILL DO MORE THAN PUSH YOU IN A POOL

✷ If this was his house, he would turn around and drown the fucker with his own hands. Nothing he hasn’t done before.

sksksksksksks I see this, I see what you did there rip Rayo except not really bc he was an actual fucking cretin

✷ ‘’ It’s not- this isn’t because of him. I’m not crying- ‘’

A sob leaves your throat as you open the refrigerator door.

Sorry this is not actually funny, like the situation very upsetting but if that isn’t just a right bit of me right there, like I’d rather hold in my tears back to the point of triggering a migraine or giving myself actual vertigo than allow a single solitary tear to fall from my eyes in front of someone I don’t know that well skskssksk it’s giving so much “NO, I’m not crying, YOU’RE CRYING OKAY”

✷ He is a grown man, he never cries, he shouldn’t care ...

GODDDD the way this made me jsut so sad for him like it’s so true. The machismo, these emotionally repressed mfs never let themselves cry

✷ You are looking at him, waiting for an answer. Like it would fix everything. Your Versace heels, he would buy you new ones if you asked ...

‘’ Por supuesto, mami. ‘’

I love this so much bc like as much as all these people love expensive things, this exchange is not about materialism, it’s like something to hold onto after things ending so badly with Diego. Like the crying is not really about the heels, and I feel like what Reader’s asking here isn’t really about the heels. It’s almost more like a, “you said you have my back, do you really have my back?” Like it’s a test almost? Sksksksne idk if I’m making any fucking sense but I just loved how this hit

✷ *I would shoot him too, let’s keep our word.*

OKAY AND THEN TBIS IS LITERALLY SDKDDJDIJEE KITTY CONFIRMING “POR SUPUESTO MAMÍ, SIEMPRE TE GUARDARÉ LA ESPALDA, NENA” AND NOW IM THE ONE WHO’S NOT CRYING

✷ ‘’ All good, mami, I go crazy for less. ‘’

The casual self-deprecation and awareness... why is that such a massive turn on for me sjsjsjs and I’m not even a Kitty stan

✷ You haven’t touched your drink yet, playing with the rim and the ridges on the side. It is a good sign to him, that whatever he is doing is working, heart being fixed, tears kept at bay.

What is it about this like soft, observant side of Kitty that’s ACTUALLT MAKING ME FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM???!!!!!! Like you have seriously put your stamp on this man and I’m not gonna be able to think of another version of Kitty, like I’ll always see this Kitty. Like he’s got that himbo swagger, still got the ego, but he’s not a total himbo. Mans has substance, and not just substance but fucking EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE which is never something I thought I’d say about him but like it feels perfectly in character too godddddd

✷ ‘’ You like shopping? ‘’

‘’ Well, because I do. ‘’ He feels like the dumbest person in the house. ‘’ I mean- I mostly look, I don’t always buy. It gotta fit with the rest, you know? ‘’

SKSKSKDKDKDKDKJE KITTY PRETENDING HE’S MOSTLY A WINDOW SHOPPER, that is the first falsehood he’s told this entire time ksksksjs but I’ll allow it for how perfect he’s been in every way

✷ Maybe you think he is taking too much space, that he should leave you alone-

The fact that a man even having this thought of “am I taking up too much emotional space?” is like making me

is like yet another example on a long list of how low the bar is, like it be rough out here in these waters sksksjs

✷ ‘’ I always think I can make it work, but after a while, I send it to my primas, so it’s not really a loss, you know? ‘’

OH SHUTUPSHUTUP WHY DO I LOVE THIS SO🥹🥹🥹🥹

✷ ‘’ Let me take you out. ‘’ Let me make this right. Make you forget him.

make us forget who??? SKSKSKSKSK ese trabajo ya se acabó, bien hecho, papito😂

✷ He has asked people out before, multiple times even, but right now, with you, he can’t get a grip, he can’t get himself to breathe and not be putty in your hands.

UGH THIS MAN IS DOWN BADDDDDDD AND NOW EVEN THO KITTY HAS BEEN IN FIRM BLORB-IN-LAW TERRITORY FOR OVER A YEAR NOW I AM DOWN AND OUT TOO

can you maybe write for kitty where he meets a girl thats similar to him personality wise?? and he falls in love w her immediately and stuff

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Arturo '' Kitty '' Paez x female!reader (strong language, toxic relationship (not with kitty) mentions of cheating (not kitty/not you), spanish female pet names, you’re wearing heels/a dress, the usual for the show), 3215 words

a/n : @hausofmamadas once again saving the day with the Kitty gifs, amen 🙏🏻+ thank u my Kitty ride or die for pulling this one out of me @narcolini <33

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

‘’ You’re a fucking bitch, is what you are! ‘’

Between the loud music from inside and the half-open backyard door, Kitty is surprised when your voice reaches his ears. He can see you on the other side of the pool, been watching you like a hawk for a while now, sunglasses down his nose as you push around that boyfriend of yours. Palms on his chest, lips curling with every word that comes out of your mouth. Diego has always been too weak for someone like you, he has no spine, no guts. He didn’t like him. Arturo had decided that a while back, when you first started to bring him around at the house parties, at Roxanne’s.

Arturo doesn’t know you that well. He knows what Ramón tells him, when he finally gets tired of hearing him beg and whine about it, that is how he knows you would ‘eat him up and chew him out’ if he dared approach. Maybe that is why he never did. A friend of a friend, of a friend. He had always listened to Ramón and stayed back, simply because having to work hard for it is something he never liked doing. You could have anyone wrapped around your finger, as long as they were up to your standards. It is a shame, really, that he never made a move. Especially when he can see the fire in your eyes and how it matches his perfectly. Especially when he knows what kind of pendejo actually made it past your walls when he couldn’t.

You are screaming again, hands frantically pushing strands of hair behind your ears. He knows that he shouldn’t be spying on you like this, pretending to go out to light up his joint when he knows doing it inside is allowed. His hand wraps around the handle to push the rest of the door open, taking in the fresh air from the night. The music from inside is still loud even with the door closed, not one of you turning to acknowledge him.

The water reflects light on your legs, on that sparkly dress you are wearing tonight. Short, flamboyant, stunning. Arturo lights his smoke, watching your boyfriend screaming back this time, his finger pointing and piercing the skin of your chest with each word. He can see the disbelief on your face from here, the audacity of the man.

‘’ If it was such a problem, maybe you should have taken your cojones, Diego, and told me yourself, instead of going around and fucking about! ‘’

‘’ Fucking about? You’re the one walking around looking like a whore. ‘’

This one stings, deep in his bone, piercing his chest. All the way over here, he feels angry for you, cheeks hot and red burning his face. You don’t answer back after this, stunned or embarrassed, he can’t tell. He does see how flushed your chest is, how your jaw sets, tense with unspoken words. This is it. The last straw. He won’t allow Diego to insult you any further.

He calls out your name as he walks closer to the side of the pool, it’s more like a statement than a question, a greeting. I’m here, you’re good.

‘’ You’re all good here, mami? ‘’

He knows you heard him, even though you don’t turn to acknowledge him. He is surprised that your boyfriend does, scoffing as he looks him up and down. He is audacious, Arturo has to give him that. Does he think he’s safe in this house? Doesn’t he know who your friends are, who’s been paying for his drinks since he got here? Diego’s finger is pointing at him now, laugh dry and mocking. As if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

‘’ Him? ‘’ he says, ‘’ Him? ‘’

Arturo knows what he is implying, as if Diego wasn’t the one that was in the wrong, the one that had been fucking half the town behind your back. They had their suspicions in the beginning when you had started to run out of reasons for him not showing up to gatherings and birthdays. He knew he was right when Ramón told him you had given them five dollars for gas money and a few dozen eggs to throw at Diego’s apartment. He couldn’t believe it when he saw you with him the following week, acting as if nothing had happened.

Arturo’s attention turns back to you when you don’t answer, don’t bite into it like he thought you would. He can take a better look at you now that he is closer, inches away from the ledge. He sees the tears dancing on your lash line, your nails digging inside your palms, and he decides he hates it. He hates him. It must be horrible really, giving so much to someone so pathetic, having your words twisted back against you.

He tries to ignore how much Diego’s finger pointed at him bothers him. It is like a stab in the chest, a provocation, like he is making it personal. In a way, it is, he made sure of it the second he decided to belittle you like this in front of him. The thoughts of gripping his hand in his, crushing his joints- He blinks once, twice to shake the images out, and then he says your name again, an invitation now. Let’s leave this. Leave him.

‘’ You should leave. ‘’

Both sets of eyes turn to you as you speak up. Finally, he thinks. You are not asking, you are demanding, telling Diego his time here is over. Diego’s eyes twitch between you and Arturo’s side of the pool, he has to know he will lose if he tries to fight him. From the look of it, he is most likely smaller than him, unarmed. Arturo knows he only hangs out with them for the coke, maybe the small possibility of being one of them too, and then having you back in his bed after the parties. It breaks his heart to know you didn’t catch on to his bullshit before tonight. It is hot in his chest, a deep burn he can’t shake off, maybe it is jealousy.

Diego turns to you, as if your words meant nothing, like you didn’t just ask him to leave. His hand wrapping around your forearm as if you would follow him. The pool is the only thing keeping Arturo from jumping in between you two and sliding his hands around his throat.

‘’ Come on, let’s do this somewhere else. ‘’

‘’ Don’t touch me, Diego- ‘’

He can’t stand it, having to watch this asshole pretend he is still the one in control. Your upper arm is white from Diego’s grip and he can’t help how fast his hand goes to his back, feeling the gun tucked in his waistband with his fingertips. A reassurance that he could end this, here, right now. He will shoot him, he doesn’t care, five times if needed, as many times it would take for this idiot not to have a face anymore.

‘’ Are we gonna have a problem here? ‘’

He doesn’t stutter. It is a warning, his first and final one, spoken clearly in the open space between them.

‘’ Shut the fuck up, pendejo, can’t you read a room?! ‘’

‘’ Kitty… ‘’

You finally catch his eyes across the pool. Your voice is a warning, almost scolding him like a child, telling him to let you handle it, that you can take care of this. Can you? Should you? He notices the sparkles on your eyelids, the same color as your dress, the dried tears on your cheeks. He can’t be stopped, he doesn’t want to, he is too invested in this. Pendejo. Arturo doesn’t remember when he started moving, following the tiles around the ledge, opting to close his fists and take care of this naturally instead. If Diego wanted to play the tough guy, he would show him what it looked like.

He is halfway around the pool when you start moving, twisting in your heels. You grab Diego by the hair, using the momentum and his hold on your arm to push him into the pool. He is taken aback for a moment, stopping dead in his tracks, scared Diego’s grip on your arm will bring you into the water with him. But it doesn’t and you are tiptoeing around the edge, hands in the air, unmoving, like you just dropped something you shouldn’t have.

You yelp when the water splashes back on you, the bottom of your dress, your shoes. It shakes you out of it and you step back from the puddle of water at your feet. When Diego surfaces out from the deep, he is heaving, breathing through his nose, paddling around with both arms. A well-deserved swim, if he could say so himself, but Arturo is not even looking at him. He doesn’t matter, you do, and he only has eyes for you. He is not sure what to do now, he is surely not going to jump in the pool to finish this, who knows what chlorine would do to his Ralph Lauren shirt.

‘’ You’re a fucking bitch, Diego. ‘’

You laugh and it is music to his ears, loud, genuine. You are waving your hands around like you can’t believe this, free at last.

‘’ Stay the fuck away from me from now on, or he’ll shoot you. ‘’

You are pointing at him now, passing the eventual dirty work to him. Arturo knows you have never held a gun in your life, how you can barely accept those that are tucked in your friends’ jeans, but he would do it if you asked him, in a heartbeat, no questions needed. You push at the water on your thighs, probably wishing it would take the chemicals and the water out of the fabric. You turn to him, head thrown back, fists closed, like a child.

‘’ Look what he did to my shoes, Arturo. ‘’

You are whining and he is trying to pretend that his name coming out of your mouth didn’t make his knees buckle for a second. Eat him up and chew him out. You turn back to Diego.

‘’ They’re Versace you fucking bitch. ‘’

Your voice quivers on the last word, a small crack in an otherwise strong façade. Arturo’s hand moves from behind his shirt, leaving the comfort of the handle of metal at his back, motioning for you to come over. It is too cold tonight for you to stand outside, legs out for days, and a drenched skirt stuck to your thighs.

‘’ I’ll buy you new ones, mami. Let’s move before the fish comes out of his tank, yeah? ‘’

He is trying to be funny, but he can hear you sniff, see your hand raise from your side to wipe at your nose. He can understand how it’s too much, too fast now, adrenaline coming down, the cold seeping in.

When you turn his way and brush past him, his first instinct is to try and grab you, to be able to drape a warm arm around your shoulders, protect you when Diego couldn’t. It hurts him when you duck from his grasp, continuing your way to the door, but he swallows it and pushes down whatever angry, sad feeling is bubbling up in his throat. He chooses to follow you inside, follow what his guts tell him, and not take any of this personally. Easier said than done, but Arturo decides to focus on the sound of your heels against the tiles instead, to breathe in your perfume when he skips before you so he can open the sliding door for you.

You make a line for the kitchen and he is thankful no one stops you to ask what happened. Arturo follows your step, tall and burning behind you. You are holding back your tears, he can tell. He doesn’t know why he feels like he has to make sure you are alright. Diego might be an ass, but he wouldn’t dare enter the sharks’ enclosure after that. If this was his house, he would turn around and drown the fucker with his own hands. Nothing he hasn’t done before.

‘’ I’m not crying. ‘’

It’s the first thing you tell him when you enter the kitchen with him, your new shadow, still hot on your heel. You are, and it’s okay, he understands, right? You are alone in the room, just you, him, the marble countertop between you as you turn and pace. You are rummaging through shelves, one hand whipping at your cheek while the other chooses a glass.

‘’ It’s not- this isn’t because of him. I’m not crying- ‘’

A sob leaves your throat as you open the refrigerator door. He feels bad now, his heart squeezing at the thought of your makeup sliding down your cheeks. Arturo leans on the door frame and he looks as you pull out juice from the open door, the other hand grabbing a bottle of tequila left on the counter. The amount you pour into your cup makes his eyebrows frown.

‘’ It’s alright. ‘’

‘’ It’s the shoes. I’m not crying. ‘’

The tears on your face do tell him that you are, that it is about Diego. He doesn’t deal with heartbreaks often, he usually never stays around long enough to feel it. He is a grown man, he never cries, he shouldn’t care, but he does feel better when you open the juice jug, pouring enough that he is not too concerned about how it would taste in the end. He speaks up again.

‘’ It’s alright if it’s not just the shoes you know. ‘’

‘’ You would really buy me new ones? ‘’

He raises his eyebrows at that and you are now pushing yourself up on the counter in front of him, crossing your legs, glass in hand. Your eyes are dry and red, but the glitter on your lids is still pressed to the skin, unmoved. He likes it, he decides, the shimmer suits you, it reminds him of the diamonds he has on a watch at home. You are looking at him, waiting for an answer. Like it would fix everything. Your Versace heels, he would buy you new ones if you asked, the same pair if you wished, an even more expensive one if you begged him to.

‘’ Por supuesto, mami. ‘’

I would shoot him too, let’s keep our word. He doesn’t tell you that, but the thought crosses his mind, throbbing inside his ribcage. The things he would do for you. Something changed tonight, inside of him, changed how he looks at you, how he really looks at you. You laugh at this and he is thankful, happy to hear the sound again. He hopes it means he is doing something good, something to make you feel better.

‘’ I’m just messing. They will dry, I was just being dramatic. ‘’

Rightly so, he wants to tell you, that he would have done worst for less, but he doesn’t, he laughs it off with you.

‘’ All good, mami, I go crazy for less. ‘’

You haven’t touched your drink yet, playing with the rim and the ridges on the side. It is a good sign to him, that whatever he is doing is working, heart being fixed, tears kept at bay. He feels awkward, standing there and looking at you, trying to keep his eyes away from tracing the curve of your legs, the idea of your nails wrapped around his neck-

‘’ You like shopping? ‘’

It’s quick, out of his mouth before he even processes it, anything to keep the silence from going on any longer.

‘’ What? ‘’

‘’ Well, I- ‘’ he stuttered, he never does. Tongue rolling in his mouth, words knocking his front teeth on the way out. Of course you like shopping, ranking bills for days, and matching your shoes with your tops, who wouldn’t? Right?

‘’ Well, because I do. ‘’ He feels like the dumbest person in the house. ‘’ I mean- I mostly look, I don’t always buy. It gotta fit with the rest, you know? ‘’

You hum, nodding with the sound. Your lips touch the rim of the glass, bringing silence back to the kitchen, and he feels like he fucked up. He had to open his big mouth and spill out some none sense. Maybe you don’t like shopping. Maybe you think he is taking too much space, that he should leave you alone-

‘’ Let me tell you a secret. ‘’ Your hands are back on your lap, playing with the side of the glass once again. There is a glint in your eyes as you lean towards him, like you are sharing a secret. Lips pursed, you are not whispering, but he feels like you are. A secret for him, only for him.

‘’ Sometimes it doesn’t even match, but I still buy it, I can’t help myself. ‘’

You have glitter on your fingers from when you wiped your tears off and he can’t take his eyes off yours, you are pulling him in and he takes a step closer as you continue.

‘’ I always think I can make it work, but after a while, I send it to my primas, so it’s not really a loss, you know? ‘’

‘’ You’re free Friday? ‘’

You hesitate a moment, barely a second, but it’s enough to make him self-conscious again. ‘’ Why? ‘’

‘’ Let me take you out. ‘’ Let me make this right. Make you forget him. ‘’ We can go en el centro. I don’t think they got Versace there, but they got nice options. ‘’

He shrugs his shoulders, already pretending that he is going to be okay if you reject him. He knows he won’t, that everything, every minute spent with you until today wasn’t a random twist of fate. He can feel it, feel you deep in his bones, there has to be something there. He can’t be wrong, you have to say yes.

Your fingers move in the space between the two of you and, since he is closer now, you can reach and hook a finger around one of his longer chains, moving the golden cross around so it catches the light.

‘’ Is Thursday too early for you? ‘’

He is flushed when you look back up at him, too stunned to speak, too hot and too cold at the same time. He has asked people out before, multiple times even, but right now, with you, he can’t get a grip, he can’t get himself to breathe and not be putty in your hands.

‘’ Not at all. ‘’ Is all he finds to say when he is brought back down to earth. Arturo can’t stop the smile that pulls at his lips, he can taste your perfume on his tongue. ‘’ Even better, mami. ‘’

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