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— you keep me hanging on (2/2 - part one) satoru won't let you go

satoru gojo x reader hurt no comfort, emotional cheating so sorry for the wait! wc: 2.1k

if there is one thing you excel at, it's avoidance.

satoru learns this almost a month after your break-up.

you both share the same workplace but, somehow, you manage to vanish in thin air each time he tries to casually bump into you (he's always searching for you, but you don't want to be found).

if there is a meeting with the rest of the staff, you'll be the first to leave. while training the students, you'll make sure to find your own space, far away from his. he also notices how you no longer frequent your favorite cafe downtown (it turned out to be his favorite one, eventually) and it's fine, he guesses. you had asked him for space and he agreed to give it to you.

(but he'd be lying if he said he doesn't grow desperate as days —so painfully and slowly— pass by and all of his hopes of keeping you near slowly fade).

he’d been too confident, too positive.

he assumed that the “friendly” ending between you wasn't just inside his mind. you'd wished the same, he was so sure of it. so sure he completely ruled out the possibility that you’d want him out of your life forever.

and of course, things wouldn’t be the same —he wasn't fucking stupid. but god, was it too selfish to wish you to look once in his direction?

(maybe it was).

(but can anyone blame him for not wanting to lose you?)

it seems like an impossible scenario, anyways. satoru gives up after weeks of misery.

so he decides to occupy his head with other things in the meantime: teaching his students, fighting curses, them.

he's happy.

he believes so while drowning himself in his perfect, little, and meticulous routine.

and everything's fine.

(until it isn't).

déjà vu. satoru is familiar with the feeling when he finds out about the mission —your mission: a grade 1 curse in shinjuku.

satoru doesn't want you to go alone.

nonetheless, they've been clear with their orders. there are only a few available sorcerers, he is urgently needed in asakusa and you're more than capable of dealing with the case alone.

and he knows that.

it's not that he doubts your abilities. he's trained you himself, he's witnessed firsthand how effective you can be but he's also aware that even the strongest ones have fallen with the right combination of unfortunate events.

he was the one who requested to work by your side from the beginning. then, something done out of habit became a source of improvement. he was more fruitful (better) by your side because he could focus on the task without dwelling on your wellbeing.

now, the newfound information about your separation obviously had reached the senile ears of your superiors and they'd not hesitated to take advantage of this.

(pieces of shit).

yaga's the first to hear from him. what was intended to be a polite complaint quickly turns into a heated discussion that lasts almost half an hour. satoru's stomach churns the third time he hears that it's not his business anymore (and he makes sure to make it the last when he decides to end the shouting match).

he storms out of the room and slams the door behind him (the frames hanging on the wall tremble) (he thinks his legs do so too when he finds you standing right before him, all tongue-tied and stiff).

he wonders for how long have you been standing there and just how much you heard exactly about what went down inside that room (him begging yaga to make up an excuse for you or yaga scolding him for overprotecting you).

elation warms his mind and body when he's suddenly conscious of something: what he has craved for more than a month, is right there, standing before him.

he manages to forget about his worries for a second. he opens his mouth to speak but ends up pressing his lips into a tight line when he tragically remembers just where you both stand right now.

(right, space).

satoru makes a turn to leave yet stops dead in his tracks after a couple of steps.

him letting you avoid him for the last month doesn't mean that he will willingly sit back and watch you get thrown into the lion's den.

(fuck space).

he turns around, strides in your direction, slips his hand into the crook of your elbow and pulls you inside one of the empty classrooms. you're grumbling about something on the low but satoru doesn't catch it.

once he closes the shoji screen behind him, he lets out a heavy breath and rakes a hand through his platinum hair. he shamelessly shushes before you can even try to say a word (it's ironic, actually. he's been dying to hear your voice and as soon as he has the chance, he's quick to ditch it).

"don't do it." he hadn't really intended to be so upfront but, at this point, he's extremely distraught. odds are against him (both of you) and he hasn't got time to sugarcoat his desperation. "don't go."

and if you know him well (which, you do) you'll pick up the quaver in his words.

"wh-what?" you mumble.

he can see right through your narrow eyes and your furrowed brows. you move your head from side to side and insist, "what's wrong with you? i'm not following."

(so you didn't hear his heated exchange with yaga). "the mission," he clarifies swiftly. "it's too dangerous. let someone else deal with it."

his words are followed by nothing but silence. you look completely nonplussed and he doesn't know what to expect from you next. you've never taken orders from him —you were never anything less than his equal. and the few times he'd tried to boss you around, either you had laughed it off or told him to go fuck himself.

the latter one seems to be the case this time when you scoff, "are you serious?"

very fucking serious.

"yes."

you bark out a half-suppressed laugh (full of disbelief and offense, he believes).

"there is no one else available"

"yes, there is. in two days," he quickly rebuts.

"three people have died already. we don't have the luxury of time." you lift your arms with your palms facing upwards as you shrug and purse your mouth. “why are we even talking about this, gojo? why are you suddenly babysitting me?”

satoru cringes notoriously as soon as you call him by his family name. any bit of hope is short-lived and he truly fears, for the first time, that keeping you close is nothing more than a pipe dream.

he shakes the painful feeling away (he'll have time to grieve later).

“i’m not babysitting you. it’s just… that I’m not going to be there with you.”

which sounds, unfortunately, exactly like babysitting. he realizes this when the wrinkles on your forehead deepen.

“so you think i’m useless without you.”

he rushes to explain, “no. no—fuck. no. i didn’t mean it like that.” he takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, rubbing the back of his head. “i’m scared.”

you blink in astonishment.

satoru can see why.

he was never one to acknowledge fear. not in front of his superiors, not in front of his peers, not even you. he carried himself full of cockiness, brashness, and arrogance. how could he not when he was invincible? (but people surrounding him are not) (satoru knows it well).

"scared?" you repeat, as if you hadn't heard him well.

"… yes."

"scared of what?"

"of something happening to you. i-fuck. i've always been with you and now i'm not. i can't—" he pauses, then sighs. "you know i never could."

you glue your eyes to the floor. "sometimes things don't go the way we want to."

and satoru nods with mortification, working his jaw in displeasure.

“don’t do that,” you whisper.

he raises his eyebrows in question. “do what?”

“that. that thing where you torture yourself in silence.”

“what am i supposed to do, then?” he counters.

“i don't know” you shrug and answer, slowly, “but… the only thing on you is the end of our relationship. what comes next, doing stuff separate from each other, what happens then —that’s just natural, right?”

no, it isn't, satoru wants to disagree. not in your world. not when it comes to you. there's nothing natural in leaving you behind.

(but he guesses it's only reasonable for you to want to after what he did to you).

and satoru may have hurt you. he knows he broke your heart but you still manage to let out a chuckle in front of him, “c'mon, we're no different than other ex's. just add evil, slimy curses.”

(it will stay in a piteous attempt to lighten the atmosphere).

“this isn’t funny.”

“i know.”

“do you?” satoru shoots back, “i didn’t go everywhere with you just because you were my girlfriend. you’re reckless. you don’t care f—“

“no one has ever died on my watch."

“it’s not them who you forget to take care of. it’s you. you’ll die one day! do you understand that?!” satoru lowers his voice. it does not quaver (he makes sure of it) but his fist clenches and unclenches by his side, “you’ll die and i won’t be there for you.”

his unwaveringly beating heart is the only thing he can hear for some seconds.

right there.

his greatest fear.

the everlasting nightmare.

gojo satoru is not haunted by ghosts but an idea: losing you. he may (or may not) resist the distance between you, yet he could not bear a world that doesn't have you in it.

(he already lost once, he will not lose again).

so he has to try (for you. only you).

"please," he murmurs under his breath, it barely reaches your ears. "just listen to me."

how was it any different than when he stayed glued to your side each time you were hurt? how was it any different than when he made you warm tea and prepared you a hot, warm bath every time you caught a cold?

satoru cared for you. and you not being together didn't mean that he had to stop doing it.

so why couldn't you just listen to him?

"gojo," you start.

and he immediately recognizes the decisive tone in your voice. you're not backing down (but neither will he).

"no."

"listen–"

"i said no."

he takes a step back.

but you take two steps forward and suddenly you're engulfing him with your arms. you rest your hands behind his neck, your fingers timidly caress the tips of his silver threads. satoru hesitates no less —but eventually, he lifts his own arms and wraps your torso in a hug.

he sighs. closes his eyes and rests his head against your shoulder. you're pressed close against him. and it feels so right. safe. warm. he hadn't realized how cold everything had been until that moment. had he fucked up so badly? did he make a mistake?

he was so sure of it back then (he'd been thinking about it for weeks). and he knew it wasn't fair to you. it wasn't fair that he slept with you while his head was plagued with thoughts of another woman. it wasn't fair that he wanted to see her just as bad as he wanted to see you.

and he realized, later than sooner, that that's all he had been to you lately: unjust. unfair. a cruel boyfriend. a piece of shit.

so he let you go —or he tried, at least. because he understood that that feeling, that despair that has been haunting him for so long, wasn't happiness —it was heartbreak. repentance. he hadn't only hurt you, he'd destroyed himself in the process of doing so too.

and what was once a promise of eternity —the greatest love story told in jujutsu history, like he used to tell— ended merely a tragic, sorrowful tale.

but he was too late to fix anything.

he knows so while he holds you between his arms.

"i know your heart is in the right place," you start, barely in a whisper. "but let me do this. i got it."

you got this. he wants to believe so too.

he doesn't resist when you push him by the chest, slowly. so softly. your face is closer than it'll ever be again. you smile at him —there's mercy etched on it (he believes pardon too). then, you turn on your heel and leave the room.

he remains still, frozen. eyes glued to your back. and it should've never been so easy to let you go. not then, certainly not now (but he still did back then, and he still did so too now).

and he can only think (and later regret) that he should've fought harder. he should've fought for your love, he should've fought for you.

because what's the point of being the strongest if he can't save the ones he loves?

thank you for reading!

#jujutsu kaisen angst #gojo satoru angst #gojo satoru

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strays

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fushiguro toji x f!reader 

summary: In the jujutsu world, they hate to see a woman thrive. They’d do anything to tie her down to marriage to make her incapable of succeeding. So when the Zen’in clan sees a woman associated with their rival clan, the Gojos, who’s a young successful jujutsu sorcerer capable of creating change in their wicked society, they try to break her down. Unfortunately for the Zen’in’s, their very own stray has his sights set on her.

genre: angst, 18+, age gap, cheating, arranged marriage 

series warning: explicit smut, violence, blood, manga spoilers, profanity, MDNI, cheating, family issues, arranged marriage, emotional abuse, physical abuse, blackmail, sexual harassment, noaya being abusive, mentions of suicide and death, grammar errors

series status: ongoing (updates sunday @ 9pm est)

chapter one ♕ sit

chapter two ♕ roll over

chapter three ♕ good girl

chapter four ♕ heel

chapter five ♕ bark

chapter six ♕ stay

chapter seven ♕ bite

chapter eight ♕ play dead

chapter nine ♕ come

reblogs are truly appreciated<33

#anime ff #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen

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the billboard said the end is near | b.b.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰����𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: language, possible tfatws spoilers, canon typical violence, bucky is soft and loves his doll and will do anything to keep her safe

word count: 2184

summary: bucky is protective over what has given him solace.

note: here's tawlb part 4! you don’t have to read these in order, they stand independently, but they do all work together! PLEASE leave feedback/reblog! this is extremely helpful for me writing future parts to know what everyone likes or doesn’t like!

enjoy! <3

chaos has always controlled your life.

in all of the best ways, and all of the worst ones, too. in the best ways, it has allowed you to not take life too seriously. it has allowed you to let things roll off your shoulders and keep your easy breezy demeanor. you like to think that you don’t allow the little things to affect you-- you also note that it’s because the big things have been so all consuming.

who knew that turning to dust for five years would turn your life into such a shit show?

the five years hadn’t felt like five years to you at all. it felt like one day, you had been laying on your couch watching tv, and then five years later you were appearing in someone else’s apartment. all of your things, gone.

you will never forget their screams as they watched you materialize from nothing.

of course, you can’t blame them. and it wasn’t just this apartment. the screams and the chaos broke through the entire building. people busting from doors, crying and scrambling to use their cell phones, to see if this was really happening.

the couple that had moved into your apartment after you dusted had been kind, all things considered. the woman had held you and you could feel her crying and she kept saying do you have family? do you know their numbers?

finally, you couldn’t help yourself. you had asked, “what happened to me?”

“you’ve been gone for five years, honey.”

these sorts of revelations had ruled your life for the months since you came back.

like when you called your boyfriend only to find out that he was engaged.

like when you found out that you certainly didn’t have a job anymore.

like when you found out that you had no apartment, no savings, no anything. nothing left.

it has been over a year since the blip and you are still feeling the repercussions from it. you are still feeling the hurt of having your life upended, you are still feeling the hurt of missing a life that went on without you. it’s hard not to daydream about what could’ve been. what could’ve stayed the same.

then bucky looks at you, and you’re reminded that not all change is bad.

change is hard but you know that he kisses you and it makes your brain fuzzy, he lays you back on your mattress and he stays with you until the sun rises. change is hard but you introduce him as my boyfriend, james to every new person you meet and you watch as he smiles and pride lingers in his eyes and he carefully places his arm around your shoulders. change is hard but he doesn’t wear the gloves around you anymore.

change is hard, but bucky is better than any of it.

he’s been gone more than normal lately.

of course, you understand. and, really, you think it might be good for him. not the fighting-- while you understand the benefit it has for him, the purpose that it gives him, that’s not the thing that you believe serves him best. no, it is sam. it is sam’s family. it is knowing that there are other people out there in the world who are looking at him the same way that you look at him.

okay, maybe not exactly the same.

bucky had sent you a text from that stupid dinky flip phone that morning, saying that he would be home that night. the implications go unsaid.

you and the winter soldier have formed quite the routine-- he has a key to your apartment on his keyring (it’s a disney princess key. it’s the only spare that you had, and the laughter that erupted from you had made him relent in trying to barter for the cat printed key you have). he’s going to let himself in, probably around ten. you’ll already have the chinese takeout spread out on the table. you’ll spread your arms out and do little jazz hands towards the food and you’ll say, “ta-da.”

and you will watch as the tension in his shoulders starts to ease and he sets his duffel bag down in your entryway and he will cross the room to you. his arms will snake around your waist and his face will be buried into the crook of your neck. he will sigh and you will stroke his hair and you will say, “welcome home, buck.”

but now, it is nine. it is nine and you are curled up on your couch and kitty rests in your lap and you feel yourself growing antsy waiting for bucky to come home. she looks up at you and lets out that little trill as you scratch her head and you smile.

the smiling doesn’t last long.

the building that you and bucky live in is not swanky by any means. it was built in the 40s, with creaky floors and ugly carpeted hallways. the walls are thin and you can hear everything-- really, everything. and the shouting and commotion is certainly not typical.

you move to stand just as the door bursts--or explodes, you’re not sure which is the better word-- open. a scream leaves your lips and you hold onto your cat for dear life, scrambling back into your bedroom and clicking the door behind you. your limbs are shaking and you nearly trip over your dresser and your cat nearly claws your arm off.

you hear bucky before you see him.

“you really think i wasn’t gonna find out about this little stunt?” you’ve never heard his voice like this-- so low, so full of absolute rage. “you’re out of your fucking mind.”

the other person is stammering and though you don’t see the blow that bucky lands on their face, you do hear the aftermath. bucky is talking to someone and you finally set your cat down and you hear bucky on the other side of the door. “doll, it’s me.”

you open the door and look at him with a pounding heart and shaking hands. he looks just as shaken, but more than that-- he’s angry. his fists are clenched at his sides. “buck--” you lay a hand on your chest and you try to gain control of your breathing and you can see that he is doing the same. “what happened?”

bucky hesitates. you watch the gears turning in his head, and it makes your head tilt to the side. “bucky, i’m not kidding-- tell me.”

“we were on our way back and sam got a tip from torres that the flag smashers were--” he cringes even at the thought and he shakes his head. “they were going to try and--”

you watch as he struggles to say it, to really say it, and you touch his face. the touch seems to open him up. his hand takes your wrist and he rubs his thumb along the bone. “they wanted to take you as a hostage.”

a hostage.

bucky opens his mouth to say something else as you blink, trying to wrap your mind around the fact that someone wanted to take you as a hostage, but sam interrupts him. “sharon’s got the guy in cuffs downstairs,” he says in your doorway. when you look, you can see that a mess has been made of your living room-- and not the sort of mess that you create. no, it is a mess of destruction and chaos. “i’m gonna head out. call me if you need anything, i’m staying in town.”

bucky nods and you muster up your best smile to sam and then you look at bucky and you say quietly, “can we go to your apartment?”

he nods and you scoop up kitty and you pad down the hall beside him, still in your loungewear and fuzzy socks. you notice that he constantly keeps a hand on you. whether it’s his fingers tangling with yours or his arm around your shoulders or his palm pressed into the small of your back-- you know exactly what it is that he’s doing, and you lean into every touch, hoping that the contact whispers i’m here, i’m here, i’m here, and you are not losing me.

kitty drops to the floor and, surprisingly, it’s bucky that speaks before you do. “you’re gonna move in here. with me.” he stares at you firmly. “i’m gonna make sure that you’re safe. and the safest place you can be is with me.”

you open your mouth to reply but he continues. “i can’t--” you watch the gears in his head turning, the scenarios turning over and over and over again in his mind. “i can’t lose you.”

“buck…” you move over to him and you place your hands on his face. his eyes are fixed on the wall behind your head, and you watch as guilt overcomes him and you can practically hear him saying if i hadn’t been there in time… “bucky, you’re not going to.”

you feel his hands fist into the material of your t shirt and he holds you even closer. “i’ll move in with you,” you finally whisper against the stubble of his jaw. “and not just for safety. because i want to live with you.”

bucky pulls away and he looks at you with a wobbling lip and you shush him. “i’m okay,” you whisper and you lean your forehead on his. “i’m okay, and i’m here, and i’m staying.”

“okay.”

his hand caresses the back of your head and you touch the place where his heart is. you watch his shoulders rise and fall, you watch his eyes flutter shut and you see some of the tension finally seep out of his pores. he opens his eyes at you and he looks so tired.

“i sleep on the floor,” he blurts it as he pulls away slightly. for a moment, it looks like he regrets it, the way that he winces slightly. “i don’t like… i don’t like sleeping in the bed. it’s too… soft. i always slept in your bed when i stayed over because i didn’t want you to wake up and i wasn’t there.”

“bucky…” you lean into every single place that he touches. “i’ll sleep on the floor with you.”

an incredulous sort of laugh leaves bucky as he stares down at you. he shakes his head a bit. “i don’t want you to do that.”

“i don’t care,” you say with a steely resolve and confident defiance, jutting your chin up at him. “because i’m sleeping next to you. tonight, and every night after. i don’t care where. i’ll never care where.”

bucky’s exhale is shaky and broad arms encircle your waist entirely, drawing you in closer and closer. his face presses into your neck, the exact way that you had imagined him coming home to you hours earlier. you can feel his lips pressing into your skin, can feel the sheer need in it. “i don’t deserve you,” every movement of his lips against your neck is entirely felt, sending sparks through your limbs. “i don’t know what i did to get this lucky.”

“shh,” you rake your fingernails down his scalp and you can feel his fingers gripping you tighter. “if you say that stupid shit again, i’ll kill you. you deserve me.” you tap his chin and he fixes his gaze on you. “and i deserve you. we deserve each other. we deserve to be happy. together. and i’m tired of people thinking otherwise.”

bucky finally cracks a smile. “you’re very stubborn.”

“i thought you liked that about me.”

“i love that about you.” he takes a beat. “among other things.”

you bite down on your lip and finally lean up on your tiptoes. “i promise i’ll be a good roommate.”

“that’s bullshit,” he says and his hands find the curve of your waist once more, traveling to your hips. “i’m going to be cleaning up after you every damn day.”

“yeah, probably.” your hand goes to the back of his head. “it will feel safe. staying here.”

bucky’s nose trails up the side of your face. “good.” he presses his lips to your jaw. “i’m sorry about your apartment. that fucker would’ve been dead if you weren’t there.” he grows more serious again. “i would never let anyone get away with anything like that. i will never let it get that far again, doll. i swear to god.”

“bucky,” you breathe. “i know. it’s okay.” you take his hand and you pull a few blankets off his couch, toss down a few pillows. “let’s go to sleep.”

there’s a twinkle in his eye as he watches you shuffle around his apartment, putting together a makeshift bed on the floor. you fluff the pillows before setting them down and you give him a smile that tells him everything is going to be alright.

even though he says you moving in is about keeping you safe… he sleeps that night on the hardwood, holding you, and he feels safer too.

#boo fic recs: bucky barnes

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White Noise

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky has a new neighbor and she’s even grumpier than him.

Word Count: 2,490

Warnings: TW!!! Domestic violence (not from Bucky, he’s a sweetheart in this 🥺)

A/N: I’d say I’m on a roll for writing new shit lately but I’ve got two ongoing series and a part 2 of a oneshot that I haven’t even updated for quite a while lmfao

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Bucky blinked his eyes open and stared at the ceiling before forcing them close again. He focused on the hard floor beneath him and the soft blanket tangled in between his limbs. His television was left open but with the volume at the lowest level. Bucky always slept this way, so that the white noise would help him ground himself whenever he would wake up from his nightmares.

A few minutes later, Bucky finally felt himself begin to doze off. A couple hours of uninterrupted sleep were good enough for him, at least he’d get some peace before his past would come back to haunt him.

Just as when Bucky was about to fall into a deep slumber, loud music began to boom through his walls, stirring him awake. He grunted as he sat up on the floor, turning around and staring at the wall separating his apartment from his neighbor. He didn’t even know he had one until now. The music was loud, too loud that it wasn’t even white noise anymore. It was just…noise. And as much as Bucky hated how silence triggered his self-destructive thoughts, this kind of noise wasn’t something that he needed.

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#boo fic recs: bucky barnes

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The Game//F.Morales

FrankieXGN Reader

warnings: underage drinking reference, beer, angst, oblivious Frankie

summary: Frankie brings a date to the night that is reserved for friends and jealously arises quickly within the reader.

taglist: @blackberries45​ @queenbbarnes​

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Cherries bar was on the edge of town, and where many bad decisions were made. Cherries bar was a classic for groups to hang out after a long week of work. The bar had been going since after world war two, and after many generations the families kept going back for that sense of home away from home.

Cherries was that meet up place for not only the ex special ops team but also for some other locals. It was the place where everyone knew everyone and it’s  a judgement free zone. You had been going to Cherries since you turned twenty-one, well even before you turned twenty-one–but when they found out you were using a fake id when you came in for your birthday they made fun of you for a straight year. Your friend group had decided Saturday nights had to be saved for a night at Cherries. Along with the usual trip to Dee’s Diner. It was a true hometown movie every Saturday night.

Again everyone knew everyone–to a certain extent. Everyone knew names and occupations, that was about it. But you and your friends had attracted the ex special ops team. The tables on the right side and the right pool table were reserved for your conjoined groups.  However this particular Saturday night raised some tension. Pope had set Frankie on a blind date and had thought it would be amazing to have it at Cherries. Now you weren’t one to get jealous but you really thought you had a chance with the pilot. But when he walked in with the blonde you saw all chances out of the window.

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#boo fic recs: frankie morales

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Nunca te dejaría

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Tiny ficlet. Angsty-y. Action-packed. Nail biting. Fluff.

Summary: Inspired by an exchange in @longitud-de-onda ‘s Ch. 4 of Mistakes Like This (a masterpiece) about a shoot out and this scene from Alias (throwback). What it takes for Javier to finally confess his feelings.

“I told you to run!” Javier barked at you, but you could barely hear him over the barrage of bullets hitting the flimsy tin roof and concrete wall of the building you were huddled in together. 

Javi had just finished emptying a round out of the window he was crouched below; he’d done so to create a cover for you to slip out of the building’s back door to go get help. You had made it to the back stairs of the building before swiveling on your heel to return to him. 

You couldn’t leave him.

“No!” He shouted as you threw yourself forward to join him in a crouch on the other side of the window.

“I’m not leaving you.” Your voice cracked on the last syllable just as a pregnant pause broke out when the gunfire outside suddenly stopped. “Murphy will come.” You said with much more confidence than you felt as you cocked your gun.

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#boo fic recs: javier peña

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look how long this love can hold its breath

Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

pairing: javier peña x reader

summary: (slow burn/fake married) When Pablo Escobar escalates his war on Colombian law enforcement, the DEA is getting desperate to pin down his location. Reader is forced to go undercover with another agent, one she can’t stand, Javier Peña. Worst of all, she’ll have to try to infiltrate the Cali Cartel while pretending to be Peña’s wife.

warnings: mild language

a/n: i know it’s a generally overdone trope but i couldn’t resist doing my own version of fake married Javi with a pretty antagonistic reader. hope you all enjoy!

You’d been assigned to an undercover assignment of sorts. You were infiltrating the Cali Cartel. Sort of. The mission was simply to gain inside information on Escobar’s whereabouts. To finally bring that hijoeputa down.

The only problem was your assigned partner.

Javier fucking Peña.

You’d never worked with him, but you knew his reputation as a womanizer. His machismo. And, worst of all, he was an American.

You’d encountered him briefly on separate occasions in the briefing room and each time he’d rubbed you the wrong way. He had a habit of talking over you and every other woman in the unit. Well, honestly, him and his partner Murphy liked to talk over everyone but- to put it plainly, you didn’t like Javier Peña.

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Hold Me Tight

Ezra x Fem!Reader

(gif by @a7estrellas​) - If you do not want this gif to be used please let me know and it will be taken down immediately!

A/N: So Ezra won the little voting post I did yesterday! So, without further ado - my first ever full length Ezra piece! This was requested by @hdlynn with the prompt “Shh. Shh. It’s okay. You’re alright. You’re safe now.”

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: angst, yelling, very very vague implications of attempted sexual assault, hurt/comfort, fluff.

The walk back to your and Ezra’s pod was eerily silent. 

Since being accidentally partnered with the eccentric prospector many months ago, you had both just ended up staying together on subsequent digs. What may have started out as a strictly professional relationship blossomed into much more as the days passed by, and you found yourself falling in love with everything that was Ezra. His dry humor and penchant for ancient tomes and novels. His little blonde streak of hair that never seemed to lay the way he wanted it too. And most of all, his eloquent speech that always seemed to fill the air between you two. He chalks it up to being alone for so long, he just started to talk to himself to fill the deafening silence. You always teased that he just liked the sound of his own voice.

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Adore You - ongoing

INTERACTIVE Javier Peña x Reader fanfic

Summary - In the summer of 1985 you are sent down to Colombia to help ease the political tensions in the hunt for Escobar. Reluctant from the start, you find partnership in your fellow agents who show you friendship and above all else respect. As time passes you see your partnership with the one and only Javier Peña start to blossom into something a little (or a lot) more.

WC - 111.4k (so far) Pairing - female agent!reader x Javier Peña Rating - Mature! Smut included in some chapters, canon-type violence, blood, swearing, major character deaths, drug addiction, mentions of trauma, and past abuse, period type sexism will be a major talking point. Making up literally everything about CIA shit and some of the major points in the case are changed to fit my timeline. OOPS. **READER TAG - female CIA agent! reader with descriptions of — age gap between Javier, long tangled hair, curvy but not plus-sized body, shorter than Javier, reader is describing as being in relationships with both men & women

indicates - 💞 = fluff 🚬 = angst ⚔️= violence🔥= smut 🤪= lit smut 🥃= alcohol 

prologue

uno - sweet creature  ⚔️  💞

dos - medicine  💞                

tres - so open   💞 ⚔️                

cuatro - meet me in the hallway  💞 ⚔️ 💞

cinco - girl crush   💞🚬 🤪      

seis - fine line  🚬🤪💞🔥💞            

siete - golden  ⚔️🚬 🤪🚬

ocho - falling 💞 🚬  🤪 🚬 💞

nueve - sign of the times  🔥💞🚬🚬🚬

diez - canyon moon 🚬💞🤪

part 10 - EXIT POLL! 

✨once - only angel (subject to change!) ((vote!)✨

(I’m not suppose to say but you can vote and comment as many times as you want COMPLETELY anonymously - if you feel really strongly, which some of you have expressed that you 🤣 ) 

Moodboard by the fantastic and beautiful julia ( @huliabitch​ )

Spotify Playlist that go along with this fic.  Check it.

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My forever comfort tv show.

The savage bitch, that is Sister Michael, is back and better than ever

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Mando: *accidentally adopts his bounty*

All the other Mandalorians: *heavy sighs as they gather their weapons and jet packs* alright bois, this is the Way

#the mandalorian #never seen something so accurate before

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#this is the only thing that matters

#cinema #just bringing this back cause award season is here #and i literally cried that night

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AU List A-Z

Made a list of all the AU’s I could think of. Used to help me when I have no ideas, decided it could help others and I should post it. It took a few weeks to fill it out this extensively and I have no more interest in adding to it, so please don’t bother suggesting anything （；￣д￣）

A

Accidental Marriage AU

Actor AU

Alien AU

Amnesia AU

Android AU

Angel/Demon AU

Animal AU

Apocalypse AU

Arranged Marriage AU

Artist AU

Art Student AU

Assassin AU

Athlete AU

Author AU

Avian (Bird People) AU

B

Babysitter AU

Bakery AU

Ballet AU

Band AU

Bartender/Bar AU

Beach AU

Blind AU

Blind Date AU

Bodyguard AU

Book Store AU

Bounty Hunter AU

Brothel AU

C

Caterer AU

Camp Counselor AU

Camping AU

Carnival AU

Castaway AU

Celebrity AU

CEO/Boss AU

Chef AU

Child AU

Choir AU

Circus AU

Clothing Shop AU

Club AU

Coffee Shop AU

College AU

Conductor AU

Choreographer AU

Coworker AU

Criminal AU

Cult AU

Cyborg AU

D

Dancer AU

Dead/Death AU

Deaf AU

Demigod AU

Demon Hunter AU

Detective AU

Dimension Hoping AU

DJ AU

Doctor AU

Domestic AU

Dragon AU

Drama Class AU

E

Enemies AU

Ex AU

F

Fairy AU

Fake Dating/Engagement/Marriage AU

Fashion/Fashion Designer AU

Fire Fighter AU

Forbidden Love AU

Fugitive AU

G

Gang AU

Gardener/Gardening AU

Ghost AU

H

Hairstylist AU

Haunted House AU

Hero/Villain AU

High School AU

High School Reunion AU

Historical AU

Horror AU

Hospital AU

Hunger Games AU

I

Immortal AU

J

Judge AU

Jury Duty AU

K

Kidnapper/Kidnapped AU

L

Lawyer AU

Library AU

Lifeguard AU

M

Mafia AU

Maid AU

Magician AU

Magic AU

Marriage AU

Mechanic AU

Medieval AU

Mermaid AU

Military AU

Model AU

Modern AU

Monster/Monster Hunter/Monster Tamer AU

Murder Mystery AU

Musical AU

Musician AU

N

Neighbor AU

Ninja AU

Nurse AU

O

Office AU

Officer (Police) AU

O/B/A AU

P

Parallel Universe AU

Parametric AU

Paranormal Investigator AU

Parent AU

Pen Pal AU

Pet Store AU

Photographer AU

Pirate AU

Podcast AU

Porn Star AU

Prisoner AU

Prank War AU

Prostitute AU

Q

—

R

Reality TV Show AU

Reporter AU

Restaurant AU

Resurrection AU

Road Trip AU

Roll Reversal AU

Room Mate AU

Rival AU

Royalty AU

S

Scientist AU

Serial Killer AU

Servant AU

Sick AU

Social Media AU

Soulmate AU

Space AU

Spy AU

Stalker AU

Stranger AU

Street Racing AU

Stripper AU

Student AU

Survival AU

T

Tattoo Shop AU

Teacher AU

Theater AU

Thief AU

Time Travel AU

U

Undead AU

Undercover Cop AU

V

Vacation AU

Vampire/Vampire Hunter AU

Veterinarian AU

W

Waiter AU

War AU

Wedding Planner AU

Werewolf AU

Wild West AU

Witch AU

Wizard AU

X

—

Y

Yandere AU

Youtuber AU

Z

Zookeeper AU

Zombie AU

#writing help

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hi molly! how do you tell whether its pedro or his stunt doubles in a scene?

Here’s what I use to characterize each person in the suit.

PEDRO

Broad shoulders, but with a thinner waist and smaller legs. (A.1)

Tilts helmet further up in close-up shots rather than tilting it down. (A.2)

Usually shifts weight onto one leg or hip. (A.3)

Places hands on hips or belt for emphasis.

Curls fingers and swings arms, especially while walking.

BRENDAN

Appears slightly taller with a physique that’s more slender and more balanced throughout. (B.1, B.2)

Typically keeps hand hovered over blaster or close to sides. (B.3)

Folds hands over belt/stomach. (B.4)

Distributes weight evenly to both legs. (B.1)

Usually tilts the helmet downwards and to the side more when interacting with others.

LATEEF

Broad shoulders with a very thin waist, also appearing on the shorter side. (C.1, C.2, C.3)

Keeps arms further from sides and holds them out wide, with fingers and thumbs separated rather significantly. (C.3)

Typically reserved for action scenes.

#the mandalorian

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See You Again (Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x Reader)

Characters: Frankie Morales x Reader

Summary: You haven’t spoke to Francisco since he left you two years ago. One day, out of the blue he texts you and you decide to meet up.  

Warnings: Bit angsty, little bit steamy & sexual tension, bit of mutual pining, mentions of domestic abuse, swearing. 

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Inspired by Leaving It Up To You by George Ezra. A lovely song, would highly recommend. This took a turn I wasn’t expecting when I first started writing this but I couldn’t stop so, enjoy!

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You kicked yourself when you realised where you had suggested to meet up with Frankie. It had been so long without him you had almost forgotten the significance of the bar, now stood outside in the cold the weight of it weighed you down. You hadn’t been back here since he left, you had barely been in when you were together. But it just so happened to be the halfway point between your place and his new apartment. 

You were at least twenty minutes late, as always. Five years had passed and it seemed nothing had changed at all. You walked in and spotted Frankie immediately, at the same table as before. Military training made him extremely punctual, you however always managed to be late. The bar was crowded but you spotted him instantly. That tatty trucker hat was recognisable from miles away. Seeing him made you simultaneously relax and fill with butterflies. You caught his eye and smiled, giving him a quick nod before heading to the bar.

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enough

pairing: javier peña x f!reader

warnings: SMUT - unprotected make up sex. angst, one (1) slap, arguing, cursing.

a/n: got this idea talking to @loki-098 the other day. i wasn’t going to but…here we are. it’s a lot softer than i first planned…

[Javier masterlist]

Honesty. That was all you ever really asked for from Javier. But he also had a way of twisting your words and finding loopholes in almost everything you said. Yesterday, you had stormed out on him again and you told yourself it was the last time. This couldn’t keep happening.

The fight you had was replaying in your mind.

“I did what I had to do,” he had said and you couldn’t think of a way to respond without crying so you slapped him. Hard. The red mark on his cheek haunted you. The way he reached up to soothe the sting…the way he looked at you.

“You…fucking asshole.” That was the only thing you could say without bursting into tears. Before he could answer you had walked out, slamming the door behind you and telling yourself you would never go back.

“What the hell is goin’ on with you today?” Steve asked as you stared at the wall without hearing a word he said beforehand.

“Hm?” You finally looked at him where he sat on the edge of your desk. “Ass of the desk, Murphy,” you said, trying to act like your old self but he knew you were bullshitting.

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Star Wars Posters | by XDM + Background Art by Andy Fairhurst

#star wars