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Angel of Small Death: Chapter 1
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John Price x female! reader
Summary: Laswell convinces Price to hire a team medic. You spend your first day meeting each one of the men and you take an instant liking to the captain, and he does so too.
Word count: 5,528
Warnings: inaccurate medical stuff, mentions of blood, insomnia, body parts, body touching, lmk if there’s anything I should add.
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“John, in the past six months your team alone has made up almost forty percent of overall med bay visits. I’m not saying your team isn’t fit, I just think you should hire a team medic.” 
This isn’t the first time the idea has been brought up to Price during his and Laswell’s debriefings in his office. His hands run over his face, racking through his mutton chops before laying them down on his desk with a grunt of annoyance. “I know you guys can take care of yourselves on base and out there on the field but come on John, you guys need someone. You need someone to help you.”
Price wasn’t fond of asking for help but it was starting to get on his nerves with how much Laswell was bringing this up. “I already said no, Laswell.” His annoyance makes his words come out gruffier than usual. Laswell rolls her eyes and rests her back against the chair posted on the other side of his desk. “How about I choose for you? If you hate them then you’ll never hear me talk about it again.” 
The sigh that rolls through Price’s chest is the only sound that radiates through the small room for a couple seconds. He hasn’t had the time to finish the mountain of paperwork on his desk along with the daily training regime for the team, along with all the meetings he’s been dragging his feet to day in and day out. Maybe some help would be nice. Did that mean he was unfit in his role? His eyes come up from the papers on his desk to Laswell’s. Her eyes seem to read his mind and her eyes get softer trying to voice her thoughts.
He was good at his job, getting help wouldn’t be a bad thing, he deserved it. The bags under his eyes and stiff shoulders were a tell tale sign of how much he worked, an extra set of hands wouldn’t be the worst thing. 
“Fine. You pick ‘em.” 
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You were an experienced medic, having been stationed in multiple locations, saved a multitude of civilians and soldiers. You were proud of your work. Moving around so much, feeling like you were being tugged in one direction to the other was getting quite exhausting. Once the rumor of a job opening as a team medic passed through your small base you hesitated for a small moment, you had no idea what team, where, but you knew it would be good to get some fresh air and maybe to have a new place to find stable ground for a foreseeable amount of time. It took months of rigorous interviews and paperwork but they chose you. Laswell, chose you. You had asked her why the captain of the team didn’t pick you, asking why they weren’t present for any of the interviews if you were going to be working with them. She had only hinted that they seemed to be a close friend of hers who needed the extra hand and didn’t have the time to pick someone themselves, so she was doing them a solid.
You had always liked the idea of helping someone, that's why the idea of being a medic, a doctor, was one you had had since you were a child. One that you worked very hard to make a reality, so the thought that whoever it was that you were going to work for really needed you made you even sounder in the idea of taking the new opportunity. 
Duffel bags are still packed and laying on the floor of your new living quarters, hands on your hips and eyes trailing around the four walls, all the way to the small bed and desk. This would have to do. Since the process of getting here had taken so long you wanted to jump right into introductions. You hadn’t heard a single thing about the team, 141. Cute name, you thought.
Unpacking and making the room somewhat livable for your needs was going to have to wait, changing into your scrubs and grabbing the four manilla folders you made your way to the medical wing on base. Laswell had helped you set up one on one meetings with the team so you could go over their medical files. Military medics, especially ones who didn’t work with the team directly and personally were always known to look over things and forget to file symptoms and problems properly so you wanted to make sure you went over some things. You wanted to do your job properly. 
First up was Kyle Garrick. 
As you walked towards the curtain which separated your little appointment room for your little meet and greets you noticed the feet underneath the small sliver of space made by the floor and the bottom of the curtain. He’s early, 15 minutes early to be exact. That earns a check in your book.
You take a deep breath to calm your nerves and reach out a hand to pull the curtain to the side and take a quick step inside before pulling it back to its place behind you. “You must be Kyle.”
“Yes ma’am.” 
You greet the soldier with a kind smile, moving to place the folders in your arm on the small side table in the corner before pulling out the rolling stool from underneath and taking a seat, scooting yourself a little closer to the cot located in the middle of the room, closer to Kyle who is seated right on top. 
“You don’t have to call me ma’am, makes me feel older than what I really am.” You say with a small chuckle. He doesn’t seem to be much older than you, a little younger than the other members in 141, you presume. Your eyes make their way from his eyes down to his shoulders, then to his arms, hands interlocked in his lap, all the way down to his legs and feet. “You can call me Gaz then, that's what everyone calls me around here anyway.” You file the nickname into the back of your mind. 
You splutter out a greeting, a more friend like one at least, your name and medic title. “I already went through your medical history and you seem to be pretty healthy or at least your file is a lot lighter than some I’ve seen.” You mentally flinch when you realize that it might come off as you think he’s inexperienced in his field, new to the military, although his age hints at him being quite the opposite. But Gaz smiles, “Means I’m good at my job. Don’t get hurt too often, at least I try not to.” Oh thank God, you think, he didn’t take it that way.
“Well then, I guess me and you are gonna get along just fine then.” You chuckle. “Is there anything you wanna tell me though? Anything like trouble sleeping? Appetite problems? Joint Pain? It doesn't seem like you’ve complained about anything, ever. At least according to your records.”
A deep hum can be heard coming from his chest as he seems to run through his own mind, trying to come up with anything he would deem reasonable enough to complain about, at least to a doctor. As he’s doing so you take note of his clothes, the medical wing is set up like most hospitals, AC blasting, it’s cold, sure, but not enough to be bundled up for. Your eyes focus on his shoes, more specifically his socks, they’re not the military issued kind. They seem to be wool socks, which is odd, not something you see that often. Maybe his feet get cold, at least to a level that he takes an extra precaution to keep them warm. 
While you’re finishing reeling in your thoughts after noticing your observation, Gaz finally finishes rummaging through his mind for anything to tell. “I don’t have anything I think is worth complaining to you, Doc. I mean if complaining about the food on base to you can actually change anything then that's about it.” A deep chuckle makes its way out of his throat. You smile.
“Can I see your fingers?”
The odd question makes Gaz raise a brow but he pulls his hands from his lap and lays them out to the space between you and him, palms up. You take a soft hold of his fingers, wrapping yours around them almost like you would grip onto a handle of something. They’re oddly cold. You take note of it in your mind and move his hand to be palm down so you can take a look at his fingernails, softly running your thumbs over them.
Gaz stays silent, watching you as you bring them level to your eyes as you take note of the very subtle vertical lines that run through his nails. You let a slight hum almost like an aha moment and Gaz is very confused. “What is it?” The question comes out with a slightly worried tone. 
“Do you get cold easily, Gaz?” 
“I don’t think I get any colder than the average guy, why?” 
You finally drop the hold you had on his hands and scoot to the desk, opening a drawer to quickly take a pair of gloves out and slip them on before scooting back to your previous position near him.
“You wear wool socks, which aren't really military issued so I’m guessing your feet get cold easily and your fingers too. Your fingernails also show symptoms of an iron deficiency. Is it alright if I check your eyes and gums?” You always try to explain the best way you can, talking slower than you normally would- trying to come off as understanding as possible. He gives you a nod of approval before shifting closer to the edge of the bed so you can do your little investigation. 
You take a hold of his face, placing your thumbs underneath his eyes before pulling down his water line to get a good look underneath. The spot is oddly void of red, a classic sign of anemia. You move on to do the same with his mouth, pulling on his bottom lip to look at his gums which are a pale pink- not the exact color that they should be.. 
Retracting your hands and pulling the gloves off you scoot to the manilla folder, pulling out a pen from your scrub pocket to jot some things down. “I think you’re anemic, an iron deficiency, nothing too serious since it doesn’t seem to affect your work but I’m gonna order a blood test to confirm and to see if it’s just a dietary issue or if you need a supplement to get you to normal.”
Gaz is kind of taken aback. He felt fine, or at least he thought he did. Sure, his feet and hands got cold but he had trekked through waist high levels of snow and water. The soldier thinks of how he gets winded when moving from one sparring match to the next. Was that what that was? “You got that because of my socks?” 
Shit, you’re good. 
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Next was Johnny MacTavish, or “soap” at least that's what the red mess -doctor handwriting, right next to his real name on his file read. You had stayed in the curtain enclosed room after Gaz had left, writing out a referral for the blood test you had mentioned when you heard the slight squeaking of boots on the shiny floors headed right your way before they stopped right on the other side of the curtain. You looked up right as they were pulled aside and a friendly face greeted you, and a mohawk- which surprised you. 
“You must be the new Doc, names Soap.” He greets you and steps inside, extending a hand to shake yours. You take it, giving him a light shake before introducing yourself and directing him to sit on the cot. Soap’s introduction didn’t seem rushed yet happened all before you could even stand up from your seat. It somehow exuded this confident aura off him, which somehow in your mind explains the haircut for you. 
“I see here that you're a demolition expert?” To be frank, when you had read that in his file while going over all the men’s information, and seen all his med bay visits you knew he would be the one that would take up most of your time. You had seen first hand the aftermath of the explosions his people have dealt with. On enemies and on your very own. The thought and images are quickly pushed to the back of your mind. 
“Yes ma’am.” He laughs, it's deeper and louder than Gaz’s. “You are the second person to call me ma’am today, please just call me anything else.” 
“My bad, Sorry, Doc.” He raises his hands in a mock surrender. “I’m guessing you also know that your file says that you frequently find yourself in the medical wing.” Soap winces, a hand coming to rub the back of the neck. “Yeah, sorry about that. Kind of comes with the job. But, hey! We’ve got you now, so no worries.” 
Yep, you had your work cut out for you on this one. “I guess you do, can’t wait to see what you get yourself into that I have to bandage you up for.” 
Soap enjoys your replies, the banter settles nice under his skin. His smile doesn’t seem to fade, maybe slightly but never fully gone. “I’m guessing that since you’ve been at this a couple years you know about the annual hearing tests you should be taking.” 
His smile drops instantly. “What.”
“You did know that all personnel that deal with explosives regularly are supposed to be given a hearing test once a year while for others it’s every 3, right?” 
A laugh bubbles up in your chest, past your rib cage right near your spine as you watch him gape at you- like he’s grappling to find the words that he clearly doesn’t have. “I’m pulling your leg, your file doesn’t have anything on them either so I'm guessing you never had them.” Soap lets out a sigh before shrugging, flashing you a sheepish smile. 
You chuckle, “Alright, I’m gonna have you do one for me and let's just hope to God you’re not deaf yet.” That earns a chuckle from him, again. He was a lot more talkative than Gaz yet around the same level of openness. Thank god it seems like you got a good team, no weirdos so far. 
“Can I ask you one thing, lass?” Your eyes dart up from your folder where you were jotting down your notes. “Yeah, of course.”
“How fast does hair that's been burned off, by let's say- an explosion- take to grow back?”
Oh boy.
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It had taken a while to finish up with Soap, he had too many questions for his own good. But the interaction puts a smile on your face at the thought. Your next patient was already waiting outside, Soap greets him right on the other side of the curtain before he comes in.
“You must be Ghost.” 
You had heard of him before, small whispers of a skull masked man who never showed his face. To be honest with yourself, it wasn’t quite unfamiliar to have a soldier that preferred to cover their face most times, so the thought of it that wasn’t unsettling to you in the least. Even as his huge frame slips past the curtain before moving to the other side of the room, or at least to the other side of the bed. You suppress a frown, he’s purposely distancing himself from you- normal in his case, you try to tell yourself. There's a long moment of silence where you’re at least expecting him to somewhat introduce himself but it doesn’t come. Alright then.
You introduce yourself instead, trying to get rid of the silence. “Did you know that most of your files are almost completely redacted?” His eyes finally meet yours after making their way across the room. “Yeah, I know.” 
There's silence again, this isn’t gonna be easy.
Ever since you were a kid you had always been able to read people, their eyes, their hands, the way they walked. You look at his eyes and the skin around them, at least the small amount you could see through the baklava he wore. They move down to his neck and shoulders, they’re stiff- almost painfully so. Then onto his crossed arms. 
“So, how often do you get nightmares?”
Even Though you can’t see his face you know he’s surprised. “Excuse me?”
You give him a soft smile, “Your eyelids are kind of droopy, you have serious under eye bags, both indicative of an inadequate sleep schedule and your right shoulder is higher than your right even though you're standing straight which tells me you sleep on your side very often. It's actually an effect from what we call a sleeping soldier position. You lay on your side, one arm under your head and the other most likely holding onto some kind of weapon.”
He doesn’t answer straight away, it almost seems like he’s sizing you up. Trying to guess if you’re serious, if you’re being condescending in some way but Ghost can’t seem to find anything behind your eyes except kindness. It almost scares him more than what he was expecting. You know you're right, you’ve worked with dozens of cases of PTSD, diagnosing it and treating it. “What have you tried in order to help?” 
You almost think he’s not going to answer you, that he’s just going to storm out of the room and somehow you’d lose your job before you even got the chance to do anything about it.
 “I don't know how to fix it.” It’s a quiet, muttered reply. You almost miss it. 
Ghost feels like he’s out of his comfort zone, sure soldiers had nightmares and maybe he had had them when on a mission, sleeping just a few feet away from his teammates but you were new and somehow could see through him. “Does your captain know?” You hoped the answer was yes because then it meant you wouldn’t have to tell his superiors about his personal problems and you could just help him without anyone having to know and judge him which is what you guess is making him uneasy. “Price knows.” You nod- they seem to be the closest in age on the team so you guess they’ve known each other for at least a decent amount of time, knowing things about each other that only a close friend would. “Then I can help, I don’t have to tell the captain unless he asks and neither do you.” 
“No drugs.” Ghost had lost hope on ever truly resolving his problems when he lied awake at night thinking about it. Drugs would be written down, stored and used against him. He’ll be seen as an unstable soldier- a sick man. 
“I can do that.” You offer him a small smile, at least you’re getting somewhere- doing your job.
Soap might not be the one to worry about, you thought.
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You let out a quiet sign to yourself, the back to back meetings have had you cramped inside the room for hours. The team seems to be a good one, funny and kind, thank god. The last meeting was with the captain. You were nervous even though he had hand picked the three men you had met earlier so he couldn’t be too far off in comparison. But the thought that you were going to be working with him and he hadn't been involved in choosing you was gnawing at you. If he hated you or thought he didn’t need you he could have your bags packed in an hour tops. You try to take a deep breath, he couldn’t be that mean- none of the boys seemed to warn you about him so that means he had to be nice or else they would complain about him somehow. 
The thoughts in your mind seem to be clouding your senses, you barely hear the steps coming towards the curtain and how they come to a halt right before the fabric is slowly pushed to the side. 
Still lost in your thoughts and sitting in the stool, it seems like you’ve been glued to the whole day at the desk that's been housing all the manilla folders, referrals, and notes you’ve been working with for hours on end- you don’t hear the steps get closer and the figure who they belong to standing just slightly past the threshold. Price knows he should probably make himself known, maybe clear his throat or rustle the curtains so you know he’s here. 
He plans to, or at least that's what he tells himself, he can’t help taking your form in, your back to him- legs crossed, seated, elbow resting on the desk, chin in your hand. He gulps, he hasn’t seen your face but somehow he knows that you’re beautiful. He would bet money on it without you even having to turn around. Surprisingly, it's the very gulp that makes him let out a small cough that finally has you turning your head to face him. A part of him wants to back out of the room and call Laswell, curse her out for this idea of hers but that thought seems to slip out of his mind as your eyes meet his. 
You’re quick to stand up, wiping your hands off on your thighs before reaching one out for a greeting. “Shit, so sorry. I didn’t even hear you come in. You must be the captain.” Price takes your hand but his eyes don’t leave your face- that smile that he can already feel is going to get him in a load of trouble and gives you his own. “It’s alright, love.” You try to hide the sharp inhale you seemed to have involuntarily made when the name hits your ears. 
His hands are calloused, not in a way that scratches you but feels sturdy, warm, somewhat comforting. The grasp he has of your hand lasts a little longer than what anyone would deem normal and you stutter out a soft command for him to take a seat on the cot. 
Price does as you say and lets go of your hand before taking a seat, interlocking his hands in his lap. You take the time to turn and rearrange your papers, trying to get your breathing under control, of course no one mentioned he's handsome. Fuck.
“I hope my men haven’t given you a hard time so far.” You finally turn around after hearing his voice, it matches his face- handsome, charming. “ No, they're nicer than I expected.” That makes Price raise a brow, questioning what you mean by that and you catch on. “Gaz doesn’t like talking so much, Ghost is an enigma of his own, and well soap is one hell of a character.” You chuckle while taking a seat on the stool once again and scooting over til you’re a few feet away from him.
To be completely honest, Price had almost forgotten about the deal he made with Laswell. She had come by to drop your file at his desk- for him to look over- but in reality, he had forgotten. He feels what he thinks is guilt eating at him in his chest. He had been adamant for so long on not needing a team medic, that they were a waste of time and money- yet here you were, nice, beautiful and he didn’t hate you one bit. 
“Well, Gaz is called Gaz for that very reason and well Simon is Simon, and soap- well he’s most likely the reason you’re here.” Soap had been the sole reason for 141’s increased med bay visits which is what had tipped off Laswell to initiate the month long debate of hiring someone. 
“I’m glad you did, it doesn’t seem like you guys have been keeping up with protocol.” 
“What do you mean, love?” Concern is laced into his words, the thought of his men not getting adequate help makes the knot in his chest grow tighter. 
“I’m having Gaz checked for anemia since he’s got some of the tell tale signs. Soap hasn’t had a hearing test in over five years and Ghost has a severe case of insomnia.” You know that not a lot of teams have the opportunity to have a team medic, often resorting to rotating med bay doctors who aren't very keen on prevention and treating for mundane things. The look of guilt spread across the captain's face, his brows furrowing and lips taut. “It’s not your fault, I’m here now so I’ll be taking care of you guys and I’ll be trying my best, captain.” 
Your words seem to settle the man down but you can tell he still seems anxious over his men. You place your hands on your knees, “Let’s worry about you right now.” You offer him a kind smile before standing up from your seat and taking a few steps forward before coming to a complete stop when you're standing right in between his spread knees. Your hands are held up a few inches from his face, silently asking for permission. Price pushes the feeling of apprehension to the back of his mind before tilting his chin slightly up, granting you to do so. 
“Any past surgeries I should know about Captain?” The tips of your fingers press into the skin right below his ears, feeling the tension underneath while you slowly make your way down his neck, dotting your fingers into his hair clad skin. 
“No.” You don’t know if it's in your head but his reply almost comes out as a whisper, your fingers run back up his neck applying pressure directly under his jaw on both sides of his esophagus. You hesitate for a moment when you don’t feel the usual clump of cells that should be there. You spare a glance at his eyes, taking a second too long to remember the shade of blue you find yourself trying to jot down in your mind. “You sure about that?” Your voice sounds softer, closer to the whisper he seemed to have let out before.
You slowly remove your hands from Price’s head and reach for the pen in your scrub pocket and turn to write something in your manilla folder that's laid out on the desk. “I think I would remember going under the knife, love.” 
A small smile graces your lips while you finish writing your notes, scooting back to him. “Well Captain, I’m sorry to break the news to you but you don’t have tonsils.” You try to keep a straight face looking at the man sitting on the medical wings cot, barely a foot away. Your knees brushing up against his. “What does that mean?” You hear what sounds like a hesitation of concern laced in his voice and it almost makes you break the stoic look you’re trying to maintain. 
“Either someone drugged you and ripped them out of your throat in your sleep or you had them removed when you were a kid and you didn’t remember and no one ever bothered to check or write it down. I'm gonna go with the ladder so you can sleep better at night.” You let out a little chuckle at your imaginative story to pull his leg. Before Price seems to catch onto your joke you ask a follow up question. “Do you smoke?” 
“Does that matter?” He looked like the type to smoke, maybe not exactly a cigarette but maybe a cigar, your eyes flash down to his hands and look at his fingers which are laid out on his knees. Yep, he looks like the type to smoke cigars. Your eyes come back up to meet his.
 “Cigars?” 
Price doesn’t have to answer your question, the look on his face alone answers for you. Before the words reach your ears you’re already back to writing some notes in the folder. Sparing a glance back at the man you notice how out of place he looks. His dark clothes stand out against the pristine whiteness of the blanket laid out on the medical bed, and the slightly off white colors of the walls, the freshly mopped shiny floors. You have the sudden urge to comfort him even though he’s not here for any actual type of medical treatment. 
You can see the questions brewing underneath his lips and behind his eyes. Turning your body back to face him, inching your stool a little closer til your knees are almost back to pressing against his. 
“If you got your tonsils removed as a child you have a slightly increased risk of upper respiratory infection and you smoking- even if it’s an occasional cigar increases that risk even more.” You try to show some sense of empathy through your eyes while they meet his. A sense of understanding seems to cross his face from your words and it causes a warm smile to find its way on your face. 
“It's not that big of a deal but since it’s now in my job description to make sure you and your men are as healthy as can be I just want to make a note of it in case of anything.” 
“Alright, love.” 
The gruffness in his voice makes you fight back a shiver. “Do you not like doctors, Captain?” His eyes wander around the room, taking note of the fluorescent lights and sketchy wallpaper with a not too fond look on his face. “Not exactly, just not fond of the medical wing itself.” You nod, “yeah I can agree with you on that, not exactly friendly.” John smiles, it's small but something and you feel a tightness in your chest just from the sight of it. “Well since I’m your doctor now we can always just meet in your office instead of here, as long as I can just bring my supplies when needed.” 
Price doesn’t understand why you’re trying to be so understanding, so comforting. It’s strange, out of the ordinary for the man, especially in his line of work. His eyes rack your face, down to your hands where you’re fiddling with your fingers. “I’m here to help you Captain, that's it.” You can tell he’s thinking, trying to take you in- read you. 
Price decides he likes it, likes you.
“You gonna cook me dinner too, love?” He chuckles. You let a small laugh slip past your lips. “Ask Laswell to see if you can upgrade to the doctor deluxe package and maybe I will.” You’re enjoying this, and judging by Price's reaction he seems to be enjoying himself too. 
“Deluxe package?” 
“Yeah, cooked meals, back massages, the whole nine, Captain.”
“Sounds like a dream if you tell me, love.” 
You both break out into a chorus of light laughter and quiet chuckles. The room doesn’t seem so small and suffocating like you had thought a mere thirty minutes ago and that pit in your stomach has seemed to all but dissipate. You finish going over some more of his medical records, confirming some information and filling in some gaps before you realize that it's been over an hour and the day is coming to a close. It doesn’t even hit you until Price brings it to your attention by looking down at his watch. 
“I’m so sorry, I’ve probably kept you here for longer than you planned.” You say with an apologetic smile, nervousness etched into your words. “It’s alright, love.” 
The boys were most likely waiting for him in his office for the past twenty minutes but he didn’t have the heart to tell you. Your eyes seemed to have glued him to the cot and your voice lulling him into a daze. Maybe having you around wasn’t so bad after all.
He stands- you follow him. “Well, it was nice meeting you, captain.” You hadn’t had time to take him in when he first came into the room. He’s tall, wide shoulders, tapered waist, and a nice strong set of thighs you have to force your eyes off of. 
“John.” You raise a brow, lost in thought from seeing him in his full form. “You can call me John.” His smile is warm and it's almost like the warmth of it radiates onto you and you feel a rush of heat crawl up your neck. 
“Okay, John.” 
“It was nice meeting you, love.” Price gives you one last kind smile, the crows feet along the edges of his eyes come out at the gesture as he walks towards the curtain before pushing it aside and stepping out. The curtains don't go back to their previous place. You watch him as he walks away until he’s out of eyesight and you finally feel like you can catch your breath. Fuck, your captain is hot. 
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queenendless · 7 months
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🚚Moving Day (Adult!SatoSugu x Fem!Reader)🚚
A/N: Also from my Curses Love book on Wattpad.
This AU has them both as teachers at Tokyo JJ High, you can see curses, you're in a poly relationship with them. IMPLIED MATURE THEMES INSIDE!
For those that have been reading and liking these shorts, thank you. S2 is back and of course I'm a wreck. Also want a Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna x Reader gang bang ... idk how I'll write one cause drawing in general is hard for me now.
Credit for the characters/series goes to Gege sensei. I own nada but this show and these two own my soul!😫😭🤧
* Please DON'T plagarize, translate, repost my FANFIC content. Reblog, like, and follow instead.
I hope you enjoy.
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"Uh, Y/n-chan, you're certain you can carry all that by yourself?"
"My stuff. My concern." You struggled speaking as your form struggled carrying those big boxes of yours in your arms; breathing deeply through your nostrils to keep your focus despite your knees quivering. '"I - I'm fine!"
Suguru sighed before snapping his fingers. Several of his curses floated amok and carried the boxes right out of your arms in time before you plopped forward from the imbalance, only to be pulled back flushing your back against Geto's front.
"Honey, it's alright. Satoru and I can handle the rest of your things. You shouldn't be pushing yourself too hard on your first day here."
"I'm sorry. I'm just ... nervous. This is all new to me ... but I still want to help at least."
Geto hummed, nodding in understanding, before kissing you tenderly on the forehead, smiling calmly. "Well thank you love. Having you living with us now is worth all the effort."
"In that case," You grabbed your duffle bag of stuff with ease, smiling, "I'll handle this."
The giddy stride of the oldest of you three popped up in the living room archway, swaying his smart phone about. "Suguru~! I was thinking we get sushi to celebrate Y/n-chan living with us now~! Sushi Go is my top choice, of course! Ginza, here we come – !"
"Satoru. Unpacking first. Eat later. Remember?" Suguru groaned.
"Eh?! Who paid to have all Y/n-chan's stuff packed and moved here in the first place? At least my family's fortune has some good use in this case." Gojo wearily spoke when his family gets brought up. "Anyhow ..."
Gojo swept Geto in one arm and you in the other with such ease, cheeriness immediately taking over. "House tour time~!!!"
Geto's exasperated smile and your giggling self at Gojo's boundless energy gave him that extra burst in his step while giving you the tour of every place in your shared private home nestled in suburbia. "Living room for binge time and cuddles, kitchen where Suguru will stuff our faces with such goodness, pool for soaking antics, hot tub for burning passion –!"
"We get the picture, Satoru." Geto's flushed, smug grinning face at the commentary had Gojo snickering, nodding his head in your direction.
"I don't know~ Looks to me our darling Y/n-chan is tongue tied right now~" Gojo chuckled lightly as you couldn't look at either of them at the moment.
"Not because of you, for sure." Geto snorted.
"Eh?" Gojo's smug ass bubble popped, following Geto's finger pointing at what enraptured you.
Setting you down gently, letting you slip away from his grasp, both men watched with affectionate smiles as you slid the glass doors aside to step out onto the back patio to see up close.
Your eyes sparkled in childlike wonder at seeing how expansive the back yards were. Lots of stone pathways, different oriented trees planted all over, rolling hills teeming with so many blooming flowers, and a view of the mountains in the distance. "Wow," You breathed out in mesmerized wonderment.
Feeling an arm drape around you, you were pulled flush against Geto's side. "This is yours, love."
"That's right. It's all ours." You both yelped as you were both now carried easily under Gojo's arms; wrapped around your waists and hanging like luggage. "And finally, last but far from least~!"
"Satoru, we can walk just fine, you know." Geto sighed, a bit peeved but mostly willing to let his lover's antics continue.
"The best room of them all!" Him kicking down the door helped enunciate the importance of this room; startling you and furthering Geto's bewildered amusement, "Our love making suite~!"
You squealed as he threw you to the bed, springing up at the bouncy, comfy master bed that was quite big for you three. Geto was thrown in after you on one side before Gojo belly flopped to the other, entrapping you in a cocoon of their arms, their enriching laughter mingling with their beautifully smiling faces turned you on hard.
The burning realization had you hiding your flustered self against the sheets.
"See~?! Now that's hot and bothered if I ever saw it~!" Gojo swooned, turning to his side as he one armed you from behind. "Makes me wanna kiss you so bad~" He heatedly breathed in your ear, cheekily grinning at your soft pleased mewl.
Geto smirked knowingly, laying on his side with his cheek resting in the palm of his propped-up arm, singing, "Toru~ About that lesson plan for the first years you said you'd draft up by today?"
"Ehhh~? Hands on practice will do just fine, Sugu~ Kinda like what we'll all be doing later tonight ... or right now~ Whaddaya say, sweetie~?" Gojo hummed as he gently grabbed your shoulder and flipped you to lay on your back.
"Can I at least unpack my duffle bag first?" You had to ask, hugging said bag to your chest. Geto's snorting face and Gojo's jaw slacked expression made you feel so dumbfounded as you tried sitting up while unzipping your bag. "And what about sushi~?" You whined, pouting.
Geto chuckled lightly, kissing you to cheer you up, winking at you both. "Unpack, eat, then smash. Kay, Toru~?"
Gojo dramatically sighed, collapsing in mock defeat. "Fine~! You're lucky I love you both." His own pout was wiped away instantly as you leaned down to peck his lips, too quick and short to his liking, as he sat up and watched you putting away the rest of your things around the room with Geto cuddling up beside him as he watched right along.
They wouldn't admit it out loud but they were both feeling grateful to share their personal private lives not just with each other, but also with you; their third partner.
A regular turned recent curse seer that just happened to work as a Window at Jujutsu Tech; their turf, only to bump into them both in passing ... the rest is history.
Seeing you finally put your bag away in your shared giant closet had them both glomp you from behind, smirking widely as they both had their own cheek to chew on and smooch to their liking and your giggling self.
Yep, living with the strongest sorcerer pair will be quite the treat.
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itsthewritergal · 18 days
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Get up Buck - B.Barnes X reader
Here it is! The final part.
I hope you all enjoy :)
TW; suicide, death, character death, swearing, (happy ending tho!)
PART 1
PART 2
“She is to be kept on 24 hour surveillance for the next four days. She is going to be tired and weak and you need to be looking after it. It is going to be hard work for everyone involved and you need to never make her feel bad for it” The Psych Doctor explained to Steve and Tony, 
“I understand, I can promise she will be safe” Tony said firmly, “Is she ready to go?” 
“You’ve signed all the consent forms?” The doctor asked 
“Everything’s been signed and paid for” Steve said, “I’d just like to get her home” 
“On the understanding that you bring her back the moment you can’t handle it” 
“I don’t need handling” Y/N said firmly appearing in the doorway of her room, 
“I didn’t mean it like that” The doctor said gently 
“You can’t keep me here so if you don’t want me at the compound I can go home” She said, and Tony felt his heart break.
“We want you at the compound” Tony placed his hand softly on hers, 
“Are you sure?” Y/N asked searching Tony’s face for any sign of uncertainty 
“Yes” Tony said, picking up her suitcase that was packed 
“Y/N, here is a few emergency numbers you can call if things get bad again” the doctor said handing Y/N a pamphlet filled with self-help book recommendations and numbers for therapists. 
“She won’t need them, but thank you” Steve said 
The ride to the compound was filled by the soft humming of Wanda to the radio, Steve and Bucky muttering in the back of the car and Nat trying to pull conversation out of Tony who was clearly preoccupied with googling all the best therapists near to the compound. Y/N had her head resting on the cool glass of the window as the compound rolled into view. It was a sight she had wanted to forget, her hands balled up in her shirt trying to disperse some of the anxiety of moving in. Tony had taken her to her apartment a few hours before to get her things together. 
“I gave Vis and Clint clear instructions for your room, your stuff will be in there” Wanda said 
“They won’t have unpacked it though?” Y/N double checked 
“No of course they won’t have” Steve said softly “We will have to check your bags though” 
“I’m not going to smuggle in anything that’s going to hurt me” Y/N said with a roll of her eyes, 
“We can’t take that risk, you can choose whoever to check through them but we have to check” Steve said in an authoritative tone
“Nat” Y/N said quietly 
“Sounds good sweetheart” Nat said with a soft smile, 
“Movie night tonight, what are we watching?” Tony said trying to lighten the mood 
“I think it’s Bucky’s turn to pick” Wanda said gently, Bucky felt his heart squeeze
“Friends” He said without skipping a beat 
“Friends?” Tony asked, 
“Yeah, I want to watch Friends tonight” He said, he knew it was Y/N’s favourite show to watch when she was feeling down. It wasn’t much but it was a start to making her feel better. 
“That’s not a movie but I guess we can watch it” Tony said with a huff,
“Y/N sweet or salty popcorn?” Wanda asked 
“Either, I think I’ll probably head to bed. So it might be a better idea for someone else to choose” She said quietly 
“I want both” Clint interrupted, as the car rolled to a stop 
“Nat can you show Y/N her room?” Tony said as they climbed out the car. 
It had been two days, Tony had kept Y/N under close super-vision. Not that she would have known it. He made sure that all the agents had been briefed to know that she was to be treated normally, just like she had been treated when she was at the compound with Bucky. 
“You need some sleep” Steve said as Tony slumped into the meeting room with yet another cup of coffee
“Everyone’s either too tired or on missions to do the over night shifts of watching her, so I don’t have a choice” Tony said “Sleep is for the weak” 
“What if I took the overnight tonight?” Bucky suggested “You’re giving her the sleeping tablets so she won’t wake up, I’m not on missions this week so I don’t mind one all-nighter” 
“What would you do if she did wake up?” Tony asked, Bucky knew it was a test. He wasn’t stupid, but there was a part of him that was insulted 
“I’d come and get you or Steve and I’d stay away” Bucky said, it was a lie, he wasn’t sure how he’d react. Wasn’t sure if he could stay that far away from her if she was hurting, but he had to try
“I don’t know” Tony said warily 
“It’s one night, then you can look after her 24/7 the rest of the week” Steve suggested, 
“Fine” Tony agreed. 
The night was going smoothly, Bucky felt a little like a stalker watching Y/N sleep on the secret cameras Tony had installed. But he took a little bit of comfort in watching her so peacefully, it had been one of his favourite past-times when they were together. Not that she ever knew about it, back then she would have teased him mercilessly if she had found out. He would have loved it, he’d love it even more if she was to find that spark again, but he knew better than to wish for that much. 
Y/N stirred a little in her sleep and Bucky felt his chest tighten, she was wearing his shirt. He was sure he had lost it months ago, yet here it was. Bucky zoomed in a little on the camera to check that she wasn’t waking up, her face contorting into a pained grimace. Suddenly she sat bolt upright and was desperately searching in the duvet for something. Bucky could sense the panic, his hand hesitating over the button that would call Tony and Steve. Until she stopped, her hands wrapped around something. Something that Bucky couldn’t believe. And so he called for Steve. 
“Is she okay?” Steve asked out of breath, 
“I need you to put me in a cell tonight” Bucky said calmly, it wasn’t a request Steve wanted to hear, 
“What’s going on? Do I need to call Shuri?” 
“She’s got the bear” Bucky said quietly, 
“The bear?” Steve asked in a dumbfounded way, he knew it was the middle of the night but his brain was desperately trying to keep up with Bucky’s train of thought
“When we were together we went to this bear shop, where you could design your own and she made a Bucky Bear” He said, tears daring to fall from his eyes “She  paid extra for her bear to have a matching arm to mine” His metal fingers flexed, “I always said that as long as she had the bear I’d be with her” His voice broke on the last syllable 
“Buck” 
“I need you to put me in a cell because otherwise I’m going to go in there and I can’t betray Tony like that” 
“I won’t lock you up” Steve said 
“Then call Tony” Bucky snapped 
“No” Steve said firmly 
“Steve I have very little willpower right now. I can’t stay away from her when she’s hurting like this” Bucky said 
“I don’t think you should” Steve said quietly, “I think she needs you” 
“She hates me” 
“She doesn’t” 
That was all Bucky needed to hear, he was soon outside her door, his knuckles tapping on the soft wood of her door. It creaked open to show Y/N with tear trails down her cheeks. She didn’t dare move when she saw Bucky, almost as though she had forgotten how to. 
“Y/N,” Bucky started but he couldn’t find the words 
“What did you want Bucky?” She asked tiredly rubbing her eyes, 
“I can’t” He took a deep breath “I lied, when I broke up with you. I lied to keep you safe, I was scared I was corrupting you. I wanted to keep you safe and I fucked up. But Y/N, I need to make it better tonight. I need you to let me hold you” he rambled quickly, 
“Bucky” Y/N started 
“I promise I will talk to you properly in the morning, you can yell or tell me you hate me, but please I can’t loose you. I won’t loose you. I need you to want to live, and I swear I will prove to you ever single day that life is worth it. Just please Y/N, if you can’t live for you, then live for me?” Bucky said he fell onto his knees begging Y/N, 
“Get up Buck” she said softly 
“Y/N” He started 
“I’ve always slept better with you in the room” she admitted. 
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entitled-fangirl · 1 month
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Two idiots in love. (P4)
Joel Miller x anemic!reader
Summary: Joel and the reader continue to navigate their feelings for each other, but it starts to become more and more clear as time progresses.
Warning: blood, guns, death, cursing
Masterlist
Parts 1, 2, 3, 5
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Ellie walked out of the building to join Joel and Y/N.
Joel was knelt down by a car, his hands prying at the gas cap. Y/N was leaning against said car, and the two seemed to be arguing.
"Joel, please. I can help you sometimes…"
"No. You don't need to be doing any of this stuff. Bad for you."
Siphoning another car.
Ellie sighed as she neared, "We have to do this every hour?"
The two peaked their heads up at her.
Joel calmly explained, "Gas breaks down over time. This stuff's almost water. Back in the day, we'd drive, 10, 12 hours on one tank. You could go anywhere."
She nodded, "So where'd you go?"
Joel looked up at her again, finally rigging up the tubing. "Pretty much nowhere." And he brought the tube to his mouth.
He blew into one tube, making gas come out of the other and into their small fuel tank.
Ellie smiled, "Nice! How does that work?"
He tilted his head back and forth, "It's a siphon."
Ellie looked confused, and Joel realized he needed to dumb it down a bit.
Y/N smiled as well. Joel was such a patient man.
"It's when liquid travels against gravity," he looked a bit confused, "…because pressure…"
"You don't know."
Joel became defensive, "I know it works."
Ellie turned away, walking towards another car.
Joel reprimanded, "No wandering."
The girl sighed, "Okay." And set on the hood of the closest car. "This is your fault then."
Y/N laughed as Ellie pulled her joke book out of her bag, watching Joel become more annoyed at each joke.
"Alright. I think that's enough for today."
Joel turned the truck off the road and into the forest.
Y/N got out carefully, and moved to the bed of the truck to get the small camping grill Bill had left them.
Joel stopped her, "I'll get it, sweetheart."
He set it on the ground where they would make their camp.
She smiled, "Well, you get us unpacked, and I'll make dinner?"
He considered her proposal, "Alright."
The two adults watched Ellie eat her food with an animalistic speed. 
"Slow down," Joel reprimanded.
"This IS slow." 
Y/N smiled with a small chuckle.
Ellie finally slowed down, "What am I even eating?"
Y/N finally spoke up, "That is 20 year old Chef Boyardee ravioli."
"Well, that guy was GOOD."
Joel grimaced, "I actually agree."
The silence ensued until Ellie spoke up, "Can we start a fire though? I'm freezing."
"Now, why am I gonna tell you no?"
"Because infected will see the smoke…"
Y/N spoke up again, her plate untouched, "…no. That's not it at all…"
Joel nodded, "Fungus isn't that smart. This is too remote for Infected anyway."
Ellie gulped slightly, "…People?"
Joel just gave a look, but it was enough to tell her she was right.
"So, what are they gonna do? Rob us?" Ellie scoffed.
Joel stared down at his food, "No. They'll have way more in mind than that." He glanced over, seeing Y/N's untouched plate, "Eat."
She sighed slightly, "I… I'm not that hungry."
He straightened his shoulders, his voice becoming demanding, "Eat, Y/N."
She shook her head. She didn't mean to be defiant, but she couldn't bare to eat food at the moment. 
Joel set his plate down. She knew his tone well. He was angry, but trying to mask it for her. "Sweet girl…"
But she stopped before he could continue, "Joel, really. Please don't push it."
He stared at her for a while before nodding, going back to his food.
Joel and Y/N woke up early, under the same covers as they always did. Joel began to pack up as Y/N offered to start a small pot of coffee.
Joel took the offer, running a hand over Y/N's messy hair. He took note of her puffy eyes from sleep and the sweet smile that she wore.
He wished he could hold that picture forever.
They began their duties, as made quiet small talk to avoid waking Ellie. "Joel..?"
Joel turned to look at Y/N over his shoulder, "..Yeah?"
"Somedays I wish I had your accent…"
Joel actually smirked at the woman. God, she was a treasure. "My accent?"
"Yeah. You have this accent. I don't know. I like it, I guess."
He nodded, unsure of what to say.
So, she continued, "I think I just like your voice. It's… soothing. I don't think the accent would sound as nice with me."
Joel just let her talk. She hadn't spoken this much since Bill and Frank's. 
"…I wish I could've met you before all of this…"
This made the man stop packing. "…what?"
"I.. well… you know? What you were like and… what you did, what you wore, how you talked. What you were like with your daughter…."
Joel was unmoving. He was thankful his back was to her, or she would've seen the expression on his face.
"…Can't I be a little curious?"
He sighed. Of course, she could be. He would tell her anything in the world her heart desired if she asked.
Finally, he spoke. It was slow and calculated, "You can be."
"Do you think we would've been friends? Our old selves?"
This woman would be Joel's end. And he would love her for it.
He finally turned to look at her. She sat on the ground next to the pot of coffee. Her big eyes staring back up at his in concern for his answer.
He sat in the silence for a moment as he thought of what to say. He settled on, "…you wouldn't have liked me." And he moved back to the truck to pack.
She tilted her head, "You don't know that."
He spoke over his shoulder, "I do. And I don't even know why you're around me now, if I'm being honest."
She misinterpreted him, her eyes saddening, "Well… do… Do you not want me here?"
Joel immediately turned around with wide eyes and slight panic. His voice hardened, "That's not what I said. And don't say that ever again."
She was thrown off by his sudden defense. It confused her, "…but you said.."
"You're not leaving. I won't let that happen."
A nod and a confused look was all Joel got from the woman in front of him.
She stood up, walking her bag to the truck. She stood next to Joel, and placed the bag in the bed.
They said nothing. They weren't sure if there was anything to say.
Joel finally sighed, turning to her. He reached up with one hand, placing it on the bag of her head, letting his fingers play with the strands of hair, "Listen, sweet girl. I only meant-"
"What the fuck is that?"
Ellie interrupted the two.
Joel sighed as he dropped his hand and looked over to Ellie, "You don't like coffee?"
Y/N sighed at the lost moment, her shoulders slumping.
Ellie woke up in the backseat as Y/N muttered road names under her breath to Joel as she stared at a road map. Joel would only nod or hum lightly at the names.
Ellie thought it was strange, their little secret language to each other.
But she only opened her eyes when she felt the truck stop.
They were at the outskirts of an abandoned city.
And the underpass needed to keep driving was blocked by a semi truck that had crashed.
"Stay put." Joel muttered as he got out with his gun to investigate.
Ellie took this time to get caught up. "Where are we?"
Y/N looked over her shoulder, "Kansas City."
Ellie nodded, "So, you and Joel are..?"
Y/N sighed, "You heard us this morning?"
"Yeah. I think he likes you a lot."
The woman leaned back in her seat. "Doesn't matter, Ellie. You shouldn't get too attached to people. They always die."
"But Joel-"
"-I said, it doesn't matter." Her voice grew pleading, "Don't get too attached to us, Ellie."
The girl knew she didn't really mean that.
Joel got back into the truck, his hand reaching out for the map in Y/N's hands.
Ellie noticed the way their fingers grazed each others. "So how far back do we have to go?"
Joel stared at the map, tracing potential roads until he sighed. He gently set the map down in Y/n's lap. "Screw it."
He turned the truck around, driving through the city to get back on the highway. 
But half way through, he cursed under his breath, "Where the fuck is the highway?"
Y/N hummed, "I'm turned around now. Just… give me a second."
Joel spoke up, "Don't look at the state map, hon. Look at the inset."
"Either way, I'll still be confused."
She spoke under her breath, trying to figure it out.
Joel turned, "It's gotta be the right…"
"STOP!"
Joel hit the brakes at Ellie's plea.
A man was in front of the truck, holding his side, "Please! Help me!"
Y/N's head perked up at the cry, "Joel…?"
"Put your damn seatbelt on."
Ellie stared at the man, "Aren't we gonna help him?"
"No."
And Joel hit the gas, making the man jump out of the way.
Y/N noticed the person on the roof of the next building, their feet kicking at a barrel.
And it fell towards the truck.
"JOEL!"
Joel tried to swerve, but couldn't avoid it.
It hit the windshield. 
It made Joel blind to the row of nails that now pierced the tires. 
The truck swerved, crashing into a building harshly.
Joel immediately reached out for Y/N, his hand on the back of her head like earlier, but in a more panicked state, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah."
"You're not hurt or nothin?"
"… I don't know…"
When Joel pulled his hand away from her head, it came back slightly red with blood. 
"Shit."
Y/N noticed the blood too, looking at Joel with a worried expression.
He wanted to comfort her, but the bullets that pierced the truck reminded him of the situation. 
"Belts off. Get out."
Ellie and Y/N got out on the passenger side, blocking themselves from the bullets. 
Joel followed suit.
He reached into the backseat through the window, grabbing his gun.
He turned to the girls, "You see that hole over there?"
They looked over to the hole in the wall.
"Can you squeeze through?"
Y/N only stared.
"When I say go, you crawl to that wall, and you squeeze through and you don't come out until I say, okay?"
A bullet broke one of the windows.
"And they're not gonna hit you." 
Joel noticed Y/N's wandering gaze. He wanted to be soft, but he was too panicked to go so. "LOOK AT ME!"
She did.
"They're not gonna hit you. Take Ellie with you."
She stopped, "but I can't leave you."
He took her jaw in one hand, "You sweet, sweet girl. I'm gonna be fine. Let me worry about you. Stay down, stay low, and you stay quiet."
She knew not to argue.
"Alright. Go."
And with that, the two girls crawled to the hole in the wall with determination. Joel peaked over the top of the truck bed to shoot back.
He made sure the two got through.
He shot one easily, but another man was still out there. And judging by his taunts, he was enraged. 
Silence.
Ellie and Y/N only stared at each other with wide eyes. Unsure of Joel's safety.
A gunshot.
Y/N couldn't help it. She just barely peeked out from the hole to check.
Joel stood tall, the end of his gun smoking just slightly. 
He reached down to reload.
And it was jammed.
The door opened and a young man stepped out, ready to fight.
Joel was too.
Y/n heard the sound of rustling and the occasional grunt from a hit. 
She wasn't sure who was winning. 
But she was going to make sure it was Joel.
She stepped out while the man had his back to her.
Joel noticed and his eyes widened.
When the man saw Joel's gaze, he followed it. To which Y/N threw a heavy punch to the man's face.
The man was thrown off but not for long enough. 
He reached forward, grabbing Y/N by her hair and pulling her to him.
Joel took that as an advantage and wrapped his hand around the man's neck, the other over his head, ready to snap his neck. He growled in the man's ear, "Don't fucking touch her."
Though the man was the only one with the gun, he was at the disadvantage.
Y/N stared into the man's eyes, trying to read his thoughts.
Finally, he muttered, "You're gonna fucking pay, old man."
This angered Joel. He didn't want to just kill the man. He wanted him to pay.
So, he threw the man backwards into the floor, continuing the fight.
Y/N fell to the ground herself, cradling her head in pain. She was already losing blood from earlier, and she was beginning to see stars.
So, when Joel was on the ground, being choked by the man, Y/N was of no help.
Ellie stepped out, shooting the man in the leg. 
It gave Joel a moment to collect himself and his breath. His eyes immediately flickered between Ellie and Y/N. 
The man backed up to the door on the ground. 
He was just a boy.
And he began to plead, "NO, no, no it's okay. It's okay. It's over. We're not fighting anymore."
Y/N pushed herself up onto her knees. Her face contorted in pain.
She couldn't help but feel bad.
Especially when he continued, "I'm gonna go home. I'll tell everyone you're good. I… I don't know what to do. My legs don't work."
He started to weep. "My mom isn't far, if you could get me to her."
Joel started to get up.
"Please. We could trade with you guys. We could be friends. I didn't know. I'm Bryan."
Joel approached Ellie was an angry expression, holding his hand out for the gun in her hand.
She sighed and handed it to him.
And Joel took out a knife, turning back to the boy.
The boy began to plead again, "Wait, wait, wait."
Joel turned to Ellie in rage. His voice was low, "Get back behind the wall."
Ellie just stared.
Finally, Y/N spoke up quietly, "…just go."
When Ellie turned to leave, Bryan began pleading loudly, "I'm sorry! Please, no! I'm sorry!"
Y/N turned to Joel once Ellie hid. A tear fell down her face at the sight. Her voice was almost a whisper, "Joel?"
But he wouldn't listen. "Close your eyes."
Joel was an unmovable force. Merciless and cruel. For everyone that stood in his way. 
It scared her slightly, watching his eyes turn murderous.
She had killed before, sure. But never had she looked so… bloodthirsty.
Not like he did.
She closed her eyes, listening to the man's cries for his mother until they were silenced.
She didn't dare open her eyes until she felt Joel's breath on her face. 
His eyes scanned her carefully. "You okay?"
"No."
Joel's jaw clenched. "Alright. We'll fix this. Let's get you cleaned up, Darlin."
And just like that, the murderous glare was gone, and Joel had returned.
And this Joel was hers.
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Author's note: I'm gonna make a tag list for any continuing parts I make. Comment if you want on it and I'll add you!
Part 5
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peachesofteal · 7 months
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I’m so sorry but if I was Darling I would literally break up with them, maybe threaten to get an abortion… idk but Darling going batshit crazy on them is very interesting to think about 🤔🤔
How do you think she’d confront them??
Takes place after this.
TW: reader contemplates abortion, also spits in Simon's face
18+ MDNI / baby trap au / we support women's wrongs in this house
You make a beeline for the bedroom, both of them trying to keep a respectful distance from you, but still staying close.
"Just, let us-"
"Let you what?!" You turn, halfway inside the open door, fingers clutched around the frame. "Let you what? Explain how you violated me for your own desires? Explain how you betrayed my trust, my love? Explain how you literally ruined my life?"
"Stop this." Simon vows, and you bark a laugh.
"No." And then to your immense pleasure, and their shock, you rear back, and hawk a projectile of spit directly in Simon's face before slamming the door and locking it.
The act only buys you thirty seconds of silence, before they start back up again.
"Darling, open this door."
"FUCK YOU!" you scream it, and yank your work bag free from the end of the bed, throwing it next to the duffel that you're stuffing some clothes into haphazardly.
"Please, let us explain. Just talk to us, we can fix this. I promise." Johnny tries, pleading, voice broken and desperate but you have no mind to listen, to hear him. You shake your head even though you know they can't see you, and then to your horror, you hear the metal sound of a click, like a key, in a lock.
"Don't you dare!" your voice screeches. "Don't you dare pick that lock." Sweatpants, sweatshirt, work clothes. What else? Toiletries, stuff for shower-
"We just want to come in so we can talk, and all try to calm down. It's not good for you to be so worked up." Simon keeps his voice very even, very level, and you know it's a tactic.
"If you come through this door I swear to fucking god." You glance at the nightstand, the one on Johnny's side. The one that you know has a handgun in it, and swallow. "Or... you know, why not? Since clearly you have no respect for me, or my boundaries, why wouldn't you just come through that door. It's not like you haven't done worse."
"Love-"
You close your eyes. Everything's building, in the back of your mind, in the back of your throat, reality pushing down on you, sitting on your chest like it weighs a million pounds.
You're pregnant. You're pregnant, because they decided to take control of your own fucking body. You're pregnant, and about to be out on your own. With no help. No support. No options-
Well...
It's still so early, you're not very far along. You're definitely within the window for an abortion, aren't you?
Dark satisfaction blooms across your soul when you think about it, think about how they would feel to know you took control of your own body, that you took back what belonged to you anyway.
A plan starts to formulate in your mind. One that feels, executable. Feels doable.
"Darling, please. We're worried, I-"
"Just give me a minute." you snap.
You take your time, unpacking your essentials that you'll need for now, tidying up the space and then making it look like you've just been sitting in here, crying.
You roll your shoulders, take a deep breath, and prepare to open the door, but not without one last look at the packed duffel that waits under the bed.
Soon.
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strniohoeee · 4 months
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Abscond
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Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader
Synopsis: Matt and Y/N had that cute innocent teenage love, but what happens when Y/N’s life is flipped upside down; and he’s the one that got away?🫂
Warnings⚠️: None….hope you enjoy this one tho…she cute or whateva🤭
Song for the imagine: The One That Got Away-Katy Perry
Never planned that one day
I’d be losing you
In another life
I would be your girl
“Is that the last box?” My mom asked me as I walked into the front door
“Yes finally, never realized how much stuff I had” I said walking up the stairs to my bedroom
“Well you were away for a good 5 years” she said laughing
“True, didn’t feel like I had so much stuff though” I said laughing
“I’ll let you unpack, and I’ll start some dinner” she said walking away
“Okay! I’ll be down in a few” I said walking up to my room
I stepped into my room placing the last box down….god this room needed some major upgrades. Can’t believe this is what my room looked like when I was 16…who did I think I was
I started to unpack some things, mainly my clothes and some trinkets.
“This room is such a disaster” I said looking around and laughing to myself. I can’t believe my mom left my room the same since I was 16….shes so weird.
I headed down to eat and chat with my mom after I cleaned up some more.
“Mom why’d you leave my room the same” I said laughing
“Well with your father getting full custody, and me knowing your father, and him not wanting you to come here, or me to go there I wanted to keep the memory of you from the last time I would see you” she said smiling
“Yeah dads a dick….Im so glad to be back home. I just missed Boston so much, Arizona is utter crap” I said laughing and drinking some water
“The east coast is better” she said laughing with me
“We have so much stuff to catch up on, and so many things to do” I said getting emotional
“I know. I can’t believe my babies 21 I can not drink with you” she said taking a sip of her wine
“Can’t wait for our drunk nights laughing and crying about random shit” I said
“Those are the best times” she said nodding her head
I had finished eating, and helped my mom clean up the kitchen
“Alright I’m going to head upstairs, and clean up some more, and unpack” I said kissing her on the cheek
“Okay baby, and if you need help let me know” she said drying her hands
“Will do” I said smiling at her before heading back upstairs
I got upstairs and started throwing all my stuff I didn’t want in trash bags for donation, putting more of my clothes away, and putting my new stuff out where my old things were.
I was pretty much done, and I decided to put my shoe container under my bed, I lifted up the skirt of the bed
“Oh god so much dust” I said making a grossed out face
I decided to get the broom and sweep underneath, I was sweeping when all of a sudden two Polaroids flew out from under my bed
“The fuck?” I said leaning down and picking them up, wiping the dust off of them
It was two Polaroids of Matt and I from when we were 16…. Holy shit…
My brows furrowed. When I moved to Arizona I swore I packed these, but I couldn’t find them after days of tearing my room apart
My dad never liked me talking about or speaking to boys, so I assumed he found them and threw them away. I held so much anger towards him for that….and the whole time they’ve been here.
I flipped them over and on the back of the left one it said
“Don’t forget about me I love you-Matt”, and on the right Polaroid it said “be us against the world, in another life I would make you stay”
All my memories started flooding back of Matt and I
Flashback
I was neighbors with the Sturniolos my whole life, but never spoke to the boys. I was always so scared, but one day when I was 13 my mom threw a party and invited them, the triplets and I immediately became friends.
We went to the same high school, and had most of the same classes together. They were the best things to have happened to me. By the time we were 16 I started to realize that I may have liked Matt, but was always so scared to tell him
One night I was just so fed up of never saying anything to him, so I got up and walked over to their house, texting Matt to meet me outside
“Hey Y/N are you alright?” He asked shutting the door behind him
“Yeah I’m good, I’ve just been thinking about some things” I said smiling at him
“Oh? Tell me” he said walking down the steps
“Walk with me?” I asked
“Yeah let’s go” he said following me
“So uh I’m not sure how to put this, and I’m not sure that you’ll feel the same way, but Matt I really like you” I said looking over at him
“Like, like me like me, or like me as a friend?” He said confused
“No Matt, like I like you. I have a huge crush on you” I said getting shy
“You do?” He said looking at me
“Matt YES” I said looking at him
“Y/N….I have the biggest crush on you too” he said smiling
“You do?” I asked confused
“Yes! Hasn't it been obvious?” He said
“No not really” I said laughing
“Well I do” he said pulling me in for a hug
From that moment Matt and I started dating, spending every second together. There was nothing but laughs, long conversations and overall innocent love you see in the movies.
“Hey Y/N, could I kiss you?” Matt asked me one night while we were watching a movie in my living room
“Yeah….ive never kissed anyone before though” I said getting nervous
“Me neither” he said also getting nervous
“Okay, so this could be a learning curve for us” I said laughing to break the awkwardness
“Uh yeah” he said getting shy
Matt had turned towards me, and leaned in kissing me first. It took me a few seconds to register what happened, and then finally I kissed back.
My stomach exploding with butterflies and fireworks…I never wanted to leave this moment. Matt had pulled away, and from that day on he couldn’t keep his lips off of me, but then again neither could I.
Everything was going good for 6 months, before my mom came home one day stressed and crying
“Mom? What’s going on” I said looking at her
“Baby….im so sorry” she said looking over at me and crying
“Mom what’s going on you’re scaring me” I said getting worried
“Y/N your dad won custody of you” she said looking down
“What? I’m 16. How does he magically get custody of me now?” I said getting upset
“I know baby trust me I tried to fight it, but he’s got a better rep than me” she said shaking her head
“What that’s not true! You’ve been here for me and where has he been? Gone nowhere to be seen…..I can’t believe this” I said shaking my head and letting out a sigh
“Trust me I know. I tried, but they don’t care they just look at his perfect record” she said wiping her eyes
“So what now?” I said scared of what she has to say next
“You have to go move with him” she said avoiding eye contact
“IN ARIZONA?? NO” I said raising my voice
“You don’t understand. We have no choice” she said
“This is so unfair. I don’t want to go. I don’t want to leave you, and my friends and I don’t want to leave Matt” I said starting to cry
“I know you don’t, and I’m so sorry that you have to do this, but there’s no other choice” she said shaking her head
“When do I leave?” I asked
“Two weeks” she said looking down
“TWO WEEKS! I don’t even get to finish the school year, or properly say bye to my friends and boyfriend” I said shrieking
“Y/N…..this hurts me too okay” she said
“I can’t believe dad…” I said rolling my eyes
I waited till the very last day to tell Matt and his brothers. I couldn’t spend two weeks with them knowing that we’re all hurting while we’re hanging out. So I much rather just tell them the night before I’m leaving. I can’t be here to see their pain
The night before I was leaving I texted Matt asking if I could come over, and he said yes. I walked over, and he let me in
“What’s going on?” He said noticing my demeanor
“I have to tell you and your brothers something” I said sniffling
“Okay yeah we’re in Chris room” he said
We went up to Chris room, and they all looked concerned
“What’s going on? You’re freaking us out” Chris said
“I’m moving…..to Arizona….with my dad” I said avoiding eye contact
“WHAT?” They all screamed
“Yeah I know, he won custody, and now I have no choice” I said crying
“This is bullshit” Matt said
“Trust me Matt I know” I said shaking my head
“When do you leave?” Nick asked
“Tomorrow morning…my flights at 5AM” i said
“What? And you didn’t bother to tell us sooner” Matt said
“I know okay. I just couldn’t sit here and see us all hurting, so I rather rip the bandaid off now, and not have to see the hurt in your eyes” I said wiping my tears
“I can’t believe this” Matt said
“Will you visit?” Nick asked
“I have no clue, my dads like a drill sergeant….he hates my mom, and he will probably hate me too. I’d be lucky if he lets me visit for the holidays” I said
“This is fucked” Chris said
“Very….” I said
“Well instead of being sad let’s try to make these next few hours memorable for you” Nick said smiling
That night we watched movies, and shows and laughed and ate snacks and took pictures and videos to always have one another
“Y/N let’s take Polaroids, so you’ll never forget me in Arizona” Matt said
“I could never forget you” I said looking at him
He pulled me in and snapped two Polaroids of us, writing on the back, and handing it to me
“I love you so much” he said pulling me in for a hug and kiss
“I love you too Matt” I said smiling at him
Later on that night I went back home and packed up the last of my things that I would be carrying with me. I thought I put the Polaroids in my bookbag, but what actually happened was I didn’t close the pocket, and they fell out when I put my bag on causing them to fall under my bed…..
It was 3:00am and my mom was in the car waiting for me. I looked at my room one last time
“I guess I’ll be back one day” I said shutting the light off and closing my door
I walked outside to see Matt and his family talking to my mom
“We’re going to miss you so much” Mary Lou said pulling me in for a hug
“I’m going to miss you guys too” I said sniffling
I hugged all of them, and waited to hug Matt last
“Matt I love you so much, and never forget about me” I said letting a tear slip
“I could never” he said letting a tear slip as well
I pulled him in for a hug, and kissed him
“I guess I’ll see you when I see you” I said to them
“Bye Y/N” they said
As I got in the front seat I waved
“Love yall” I said before getting in
My mom started to drive off as I stared into the side view mirror…..my whole life just gone down the drain….and now I have to start a new life in Arizona with my dad
We had gotten to the airport, and this was my first time flying alone, so I was nervous
“You’re going to be okay baby, I love you and let me know when you landed okay? Call me every single day please” She said letting tears fall
“Don’t cry mom” I said pulling her in for a hug
“How can I not? You’re leaving me” she said
“I’ll be okay, I’ll call you everyday and I love you too” I said before getting out the car
“Love you baby” she said and I shut the door walking to my new life
My dad was an absolute asshole. All we did was fight and yell and bicker. He never let me see my mom. I never went back to Boston, and at 17 when I graduated he put me in a private college. I could’ve left, but by that point I had so much fear in my heart because of him.
I had gotten two jobs so I could save and move out, and go back to Boston. I only did three years of college before dropping out. My dad was fuming, but I was 21, and I was ready to see my mother again
I hadn’t really kept up with the triplets because I didn’t want to endure that pain, but about a year ago I saw they were really famous on youtube. My tik tok page has become full of videos of these people I used to be so close with, and my ex Matt.
It was so crazy to see, but yet again we never spoke to each other for these 5 years.
Flashback Over
“God this is crazy” I said examining these Polaroids of us
I went downstairs to my mom
“Hey mom look what i found” I said shaking her the Polaroids
“Holy shit, you and Matt” she said looking at the pictures
“So crazy how fast 5 years can change everything” I said
“Man yall had such cute innocent love” she said smiling at the pictures
“Yeah I never talked to them again after i left” I said
“Yeah I know they’re mom always asked about you, you know they're super famous on social media now. They were just on tour last I spoke to their mom” my mom said
“Yeah I’ve seen it on my social media pages….its so crazy” I said
“You know Matt’s super cute now” she said winking at me
“Mommmm stop” I said laughing
“I’m just saying, you know You should see if they’re home I know that they live half in LA and half here because of their job” she said
“Mom I doubt they’d remember me or care because it’s been so long” I said rolling my eyes
“You act like you’ve been gone for 20 years, they will remember you” she said laughing
“I don’t know. I feel like we grew apart at this point, so would they really care to see me?” I said
“I’m sure Mary Lou always said they asked about you! Go on” she said shooing me
“Okay” I said giving up
I decided to walk over to the Sturniolos house, knocking and getting super nervous about who would open the door.
I heard walking, and suddenly the door was opening up
“Hi” I heard Mary Lou say as she opened the door
“Hi Mary” I said smiling at her, she looked at me a little confused before suddenly her eyes got wide
“Y/N??” She said shocked
“Yes!” I said smiling at her
“Oh my god! Look at you! You’re all grown up. My god it’s been so long” she said pulling me in for a hug
“I know…. 5 years and 6 days to be exact” I said pulling away from the hug
“Please come in” she said waving me in
We walked to the kitchen where I sat at the island
“Jimmy! Come look who’s here” she yelled
Suddenly Jimmy came in from upstairs
“Holy shit!” He said smiling at me and pulling me in for a hug
“When did you get back?” He asked
“About a few hours ago actually” I said
“Man the boys prayed every day you’d come and visit” he said
“Yeah I know….my dads not the nicest” I said shaking my head
“I figured it was him” Mary Lou said
“Are you back for good?” Jimmy asked
“Yes! I’m back for good” I said smiling
“Oh wait till the boys hear about this” she said
“It’s so insane how fast 5 years go by” Jimmy said
“I know I was saying the same thing earlier….i'm just so glad to be back home” I said
“We are too! Man this is amazing” Jimmy said
“I should call the boys” Mary said, I assumed she meant FaceTime, and that they were back in LA
“They’ll be so happy to see you” she said
I smiled at her, and right before she went to call one of them, the front door opened
I heard three deeps voices laughing and talking
“Oh well never mind they’re home” she said
“We’re in the kitchen” Jimmy yelled out
Chris walked in first with Nick behind him, and then Matt behind Nick
“What the fuck” Chris said looking at me as he stopped in his tracks
“Is this real life?” Nick said looking at me
“Y/N?” Matt said looking at me with a shocked expression
“Yeah” I said smiling at them
The End
Alright guys I hope you liked this one, and lmk your opinions and if I should make a part 2 TEHEHE🤭🤭 love yall so very much, and always thank you for the support and love 🥹🖤🖤
-J💅🏽
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viridianriver · 9 months
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How to Survive in the Wilderness for Dirt Cheap
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So I'm super into wilderness backpacking and survivalist skills. Have been since I was a teen and too broke to buy a tent. Nowadays, I've tried all the fancy gear there is. And holy shit the marketing that says you need all sorts of expensive gear to go backpacking or survive in the woods? Total bullshit.
So I thought I'd post a guide to the REAL essentials, in case it'd help anyone who wants / needs to sleep outdoors for as cheap as possible.
My advice is more tailored for someone on-the-go like if you're thru-hiking or moving camp often. So I'm prioritizing lightweight and compact gear.
And I'm from the Northeast US, so this post is focused on the 25-90°F temp range, in a wooded area with water, and a lower fire risk. If you're looking for advice for somewhere else - hmu! I've road tripped the whole US with just a tent, done everything from deep snow to Death Valley, and probably have some budget tips for your climate!
Sleeping Bag ($10-$30)
OK, this one is really important, it makes such a difference compared to a blanket, and can be lifesaving. If you get nothing else, get this and a tarp.
Go on Craigslist or Facebook Marketplace, you can find one for $10-30. You want to look for one that's kinda cocoon-shaped, with a pocket to put your head in.
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NOT rectangular because those are usually shit, don't cover your head, and won't keep you warm. And if you can, find one with a temperature rating maybe 10° colder than the coldest temperature you'll be sleeping in. It's a comfort rating tho - so you can go below it and live.
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You'll also need a way to keep it dry when you're not using it. A heavy duty trash bag works. You can also get waterproof stuff sacks that I think are worth it if you will be packing and unpacking often.
Also a quick way to make any sleeping bag more compact and light if you're short? Cut off the excess at the end and sew it shut. It'll also be warmer because you won't have a pocket of cold at the end where your feet don't reach. And if you're crafty, you could make a warm vest, hat, or booties with the leftover bits.
Shelter ($10 - $60) :
For shelter, you can go with a few options, I'll start with the cheapest:
Tarp and rope ($10-$20)- Get a large tarp that can cover you plus at least 4 feet in every direction. Then hang it over a rope like so, staking the corners into the ground with metal stakes or sticks. If it's windy, put the broad side of the shelter to the wind to keep warm inside. If you have two tarps, you can put the second on the ground to keep your "tent" dry and clean inside. Make sure the floor tarp doesn't extend out past the roof tarp or it will fill with water in the rain.
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Tarp, hammock, and rope - Set up the tarp diagonally over your hammock. You can get a hammock for like $10-$15 on Amazon or craigslist, look for one that packs into a small bag. This is way comfier and less spidery than sleeping on the ground.
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Backpacking Tent - These are the most expensive option but the best for bad weather. You can get these for $40-$60 on Facebook marketplace or Craigslist, look for one that packs down into a very small bag if you want a legit one. You want one with hollow metal poles, not fiberglass. A tent will be way more comfortable if you're somewhere windy, rainy, or cold, and will protect you better than a tarp. Smaller ones will be way warmer because your body heat will fill them quickly.
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If you have a tarp and a tent, you can hang the tarp a foot over the tent for extra protection and thermal insulation in heavy rain, wind, or snow. This is a good way to make a lighter 3-season tent usable in the winter or bad storms.
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Bedding Pad ($10 to $15)
Sleeping straight on the ground is cold and uncomfy AF so I'd recommend one of these too. It's an essential if it's at all cold out because the ground will suck the heat from you. Even if you're in a hammock and not on the ground, the cold wind under your ass will make you want one of these for insulation.
A cheaper option is a foam workout mat - go for something thicker than a standard yoga mat, like this:
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An inflatable backpacking mat is much comfier, but never buy the ones that are $30 to $40 new, they won't hold air more than one or two times. You'd need to spend at least $80 to $100 to get a durable one, and even then it might pop so I'd only do that if you wanna spend a lot for comfort.
Cooking
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Get the cheapest aluminum cookware you can, it'll work just as well as name brand. Look for something with a lid so you can cook faster and so you don't get ash in your food. And assume any plastic on it is gonna melt in the fire - so find something with as little plastic as possible. Another cheap option is whatever cookware is the most lightweight at Goodwill.
And for fire starting? I've never found anything better and more reliable than a basic bic ligher. I'd bring two tho, in case one breaks.
You can also make a cheap firestarter by taking dryer lint or cotton balls and soaking them in any oil, wax, or accelerant. This helps a lot in the rain.
Food
Dehydrated backpacking food is a total rip-off. Instant just-add-water meals from the grocery like mac and cheese, rice or beans, or instant mash potatoes are just as good. Instant coffee is also a lifesaver. Peanut butter, honey, and bread make for great lunch sandwiches. Any dense breads like pita bread or really hearty pastries are also great. Or to really save money, loaf bread smushed flat. A little bottle of olive oil is amazing because it's calorie dense and tastes good on everything. Avoid "wet" foods like fresh fruit and veg, or canned foods - they're so heavy and bulky, you can spend more calories carrying them around then you get eating them!
You also NEED to keep all your food and cookware (and smelly toiletries) well away from where you're sleeping, because wild animals will come sniffing around. To pick a spot, look at it and ask yourself if you want a bear that close when you sleep. If not, go further (200ft min). A bag and a rope or piece of paracord can be used to hang your food up a tree. Tie the rope to a rock, throw the rock over a high branch, and haul your bag up out of bear-reach.
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Water Purification
The absolute cheapest? Bleach. I'm not kidding, when I was younger this was my go to. Take a water bottle, put a scrap of fabric over the opening as a filter, and dunk it in clear moving water like a river or creek til it's full. Put the opening of the bottle downstream. (Avoid water that smells or looks greenish, sudsy, buggy, or stagnant). Then add bleach in the following amounts, shake it up and let it sit for an hour before drinking.
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It'll taste like ass tho, like the worst mix of river and public pool, so I'd recommend a filter. The gravity-bag kind is the cheapest, and it's nice because you don't have to manually pump water thru the filter, and it lets you fill up bottles to take with you. The water should come out as clean as tap water (or cleaner lol. love the decaying american infrastructure)
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Also for carrying your water, you can reuse "disposable" bottles - just look for whichever have the sturdiest plastic. I like to bring two 1.5 Liter smart water bottles because they're durable and fit well in a pack.
Backpack
This is an essential if you're walking long distances with your gear but if you're not, you can skip this.
You can get nice ones on Facebook Marketplace or Craigslist for like $20-$60. Look for one that's at least the 50 Liter size, with a thick padded waist strap. You want most of the weight of your bag on your hips, not shoulders. To make sure it fits well,try it on with something heavy inside, and adjust the straps to fit you. It shouldn't weigh down your shoulders if it fits. The shoulder straps are just to keep the bag from falling backwards but the weight should be on your hips or it'll give you back pain.
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Clothes
There's a saying - "cotton kills". It'll get wet, not dry out, and freeze you out. You'll feel way warmer if you wear polyester, fleece, or wool. Go through your clothes or go to goodwill and find athletic clothes made of those materials. It doesn't have to be fancy outdoor gear, just has to be not-cotton. Wool's the best but it's so much more expensive than polyester.
Also make sure that you have one set of clothes set aside just for sleeping - when you sweat during the day it'll freeze you at night. Keep your sleep clothes in a plastic bag when you're not wearing them and be very careful to keep them dry, only ever wear them in bed. (I'll even take off my sleep clothes if I have to pee in the rain at night - these MUST stay dry)
If you're gonna be somewhere cold? A cheap puffer hoodie from Amazon or Goodwill can be just as lightweight and packable as the fancy ones, and keep you very warm. Just get real down feathers! Also, if it doesn't fit your wrists and neck snugly, sew it to tighten those spots up.
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And for somewhere wet and cold? A rain coat or poncho is a must-have. If you're hiking, your clothes under will get wet with sweat and rain anyway no matter how fancy your raincoat is, so I like to take off everything I can under the rain gear and hike faster to warm up rather than letting my clothes get wet when it rains.
Shoes
You'll also want the most comfortable and waterproof shoes you can find. I like leather boots, since they're waterproof but breathable. Hiking boots are the best but I've also worn docs and old work boots. If you don't have any waterproof shoes, bring plastic bags so you can wear them over your thickest socks, in your shoes, in case they get soaked. Hiking with wet feet can give you trench foot and permanently damage your feet after a few days.
MISC:
I'd also recommend bringing:
A knife (A basic one is fine, but I really like my swiss army knife)
Toiletries & Meds
First Aid Supplies
Bear mace if you're in grizzly / cougar territory.
Flashlight
A book, journal, or something to do.
Needle and thread to mend gear
Ziploc bags (to keep stuff dry, save leftovers, etc)
A map and compass (you can print paper maps free at many libraries, or get an app for offline topo maps. But I still bring a paper map as backup
AN EMERGENCY CONTACT WHO KNOWS WHERE YOU ARE AND WHEN YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO CHECK IN NEXT!!!!
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chubbycelebs · 3 days
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Unlocking Inner Pig
Louis was your average 28 year old man, to an extent. He had a pretty normal office job that got him enough money to live a comfortable but simple life. He lived in a mid rise flat nothing too special. He still occasionally slept around with men he’d see at clubs. However Louis still looked very young for his age. As he was approaching 30 the skinny guy still looked fresh into university. His body had not changed at all since he was 18. He would look at his friends and see them all with hairy chests bigger arms, even a few of them with big bloated bellies that pushed at the old shirts they wore. Louis would go home and look at his skinny frame. Yes he could still see his abs but his arms were so small. His legs and ass so tiny. He longed to be bigger.
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One hot summer evening, Louis and his friends were all relaxing in the park. They laid on their shirts catching a tan on their bodies. Louis stood out as the skinniest one there. He looked over at his friends. The odd one or two of them were quite in shape, still sporting faint abs and some muscle in their chest but the rest all had rounded soft hairy guts that guttered up to the sky as they lay back soaking in the sun. Louis looked at his own body, feeling his ribs and bones instead of muscle. One of Louis friends turned over to him and saw him rubbing his body. “You alright mate?” His friend Liam said. Louis took a long sigh and looked at Liam. “Not really. I just feel so small and skinny all the time. Especially laying next to all you guys.” Louis said gesturing to the rest of the group. “You should count your self lucky mate. We all getting fat” Liam said slapping his belly “and you look like you never left uni.” “Well that’s the issue. I’m nearly 30 and still look 18. I just wanna be bigger.”
Liam took a long hard look at his mate. He looked him up and down and then down again really taking in his skinny body. “Well I could always try and help you out if you want. Try and put on some weight if that’s what you want.” Louis face lit up. “Really you’d help me out?” “Of course. If that’s what you want.”
“YES YES PLEASE”
After the boys had finished laying out in the sun all afternoon, they decided to walk back home and settle down for the evening. On the walk back, Louis and Liam decided to split from the group and go into a small fast food place. Louis looked up at the menu then looked at Liam waiting for his input. “You sure you want this mate? We are getting old enough now where a second on the lips is a lifetime on the hips” Liam said with a slight worrying glance at his slim friend. Louis nodded and the two boys stepped forward to order. “Two portions of chips please and a triple cheese burger please” Liam said handing over a tenner and a fiver to the man at the counter. After about 5 minutes a small bag was placed on the counter and then two men carried on their walk back to Louis house. Once they got in Liam placed the food on the table and then went to get a drink from the fridge. He saw that Louis had a pack of beers and decided to grab them. He placed them on the table too. Louis sat down and unpacked his food order. He started picking at the chips as Liam grabbed a beer and opened it up, taking a large swig from it. “Make sure you have these bud” Liam said patting the pack of beer. “Good for building you up.” Louis reached over and grabbed a beer, cracking it open and taking a sip. Liam sat down and the two boys were just chatting about everyday stuff as Louis made his way through the food. Louis didn’t show any sign of being full until he got most the way though his triple burger. As he reached the last few bites he really started to feel it. He stretched and groaned and started to rub his extended gut. He tried to ignore it but the mounting pressure in his stomach was distracting him from his conversation. Just as he was about to give up, Louis felt a rumble in his stomach. He placed a hand on the top of his gut as it trembled. He felt something rise up making his way back to his mouth. His lips parted and a huge belch interrupted conversation. Louis went slightly red in the face. “Better out then in mate” Liam sniggered “you’ll have a bit more room to finish off your food now.” Liam was right. Louis belly felt much more at ease and he finished off the rest of food and chugged back the rest of his beer. The two boys spent the rest of the night getting slowly more drunk as they got through the whole pack of beers. By 2am Louis was passed out on the sofa. Liam looked over at his skinny friend. His thin torso was stretched out pushing against his shirt. Liam knew that his mates skinny body would never last now. Once a man gets a taste for going to bed bloated and full they always will. It won’t be long till Louis joins the ranks of other 30 year olds with a belly.
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The next morning, Louis woke feeling groggy from all the food and beer he’d eaten. He stretched upwards and collapsed back on the sofa. His hands moved to his stomach which still felt kind of bloated. He rubbed it slowly as he started to wake up more. He couldn’t see Liam in the sun filled living room and assumed he’d gone home when he had passed out. Louis kept rubbing his belly. Thoughts raced through his mind. Thoughts of his gut getting bloated again. Getting more full than ever before. Then thoughts of the bloat turning to soft squishy fat. Rubbing his belly and watching his fingers squish deep into his fattening gut. As these thoughts raced he moved his hand further down, pushing it through the waist band of his boxers to touch his morning wood. The thought of his dick slowly disappearing from sight as his belly grows bigger and bigger. He starts to rub his cock slowly as more thoughts of his chest swelling up, his ass blowing through his jeans, his thighs shredding his boxers all filled his mind. For some reason after last night he became obsessed with the idea of getting fat instead of big and muscly. One night of stuffing his face and he was took with the idea of growing jiggly all over. He started to pump his dick harder and faster, letting out a few moans as the idea of him becoming overweight filled his mind. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. He was moaning so loud as he got closer to climax. His cock was ready to blow. The door the living room started to be pushed open. Louis looked over but it was too late. His cock exploded all over his belly and he moaned loudly as Liam stepped through the doorway with a large plate of food. Louis quickly tried to cover his belly with his shirt only for the cum to soak it and show through. “Omg I’m so sorry you saw that. I thought you’d gone and I was just letting off some steam and-“
“Louis it’s fine lol. We all get like that don’t worry bout it. Just wished you’d given me a bit more warning before I walked in haha” Liam laughed as he sat down on the sofa and placed the large McDonald’s breakfast order in front of Louis. Louis felt so embarrassed, rubbing his shirt to try and distract from the cum that had soaked through it. “Bloody hell Louis just take your top off I don’t care. I’ve seen worse. Bloody Niall looks like a hairy baby elephant every time he gets shirtless you look fine.” Louis was still apprehensive to take his top off but decided to do so, rubbing the rest of the cum off his stomach as he did. “Now dig into this. Thought you’d be hungry this morning and you wanted big so here. Enjoy.” On the plate were two bacon egg and sausage McMuffins, 3 hash browns, 2 breakfast wraps and a large milk shake. “I don’t think I’m that hungry to be honest.” Louis said still covering his bloat in shame. “I think I’ll eat later on toda-“ he was interrupted by the sound of his own stomach rumbling loudly to the smell of the breakfast food. “I think your stomach thinks different eh big guy? Just tuck in.” Liam said standing up. “I’m gonna take a shower. I’ll be surprised if any of that is left when I get back” he said under his breath as he left the room, pulling off his shirt which displayed his own figure. His soft stomach slightly jiggled as he walked, covered on thick hair, going from the top of his jiggly chest to the waist band of his boxers. Louis looked at his hairless, fatless body and a pang of jealously coursed through his veins. He grabbed the McMuffin and stuffed it into his mouth. The routine of Louis stuffing his mouth full of fast food continued for many weeks. Liam would usually come round once a week after a whole group gathering and check up on Louis’ progress, just with asking simple questions making sure he was eating big. The first evening of stuffing his belly had awoken something in Louis. He now couldn’t stop eating. If he was doing anything he was doing it eating food. His inner pig was out for good now and he couldn’t contain it. His body now started to show signs of change happening. His once toned skinny stomach had melted away. He now had a soft lower belly, a spate tire that wrapped around his lower body. It pushed out over the waist band of his boxers and was obviously seen through any shirt. His chest started to soften too, his nipples are pushed outwards growing in size and softness. Slowly they began to droop onto his growing gut. The rest of his body saw changes too. His arms thicker up, his ass had doubled and his legs also began to touch as he walked. By the end of summer he had transformed his summer bod already into a dad bod so quickly. By the end of summer, the group of lads thought it be best to go shopping for some winter clothes as the weather started to drop quickly. Louis showed up with a hoody over his body, hiding the changes. After looking around the shop for a bit they needed to try on their new clothes. In the changing rooms they all went and all got changed. One of the more in shape boys left his changing room first and all the boys looked at his new outfit, all poking their heads out of their changing rooms, or even standing out just in their boxers to get a look. Here is when one of the boys called out about Liams body.
Liam had been getting softer for a while now so that wasn’t news to anyone, but since spending so much time with Louis and his fattening routine, Liam had also packed on the weight. His belly now poked out to the point it sagged slightly over his boxers, his chest looking more like tits and his back was lined with rolls leading the eye to the dump truck of an ass he had grown. As the attention went onto Liam one of the boys went up to him and shook its belly telling him how fat he’d gotten. “Age has gotten to you now huh fat boy?” ”Your not young forever look at that belly” “I remember when you had a six pack on school.” “You fat fuck what have you done to your self!?” The boys hurled jokingly abuse at Liam. Liam took it lightly only going slightly red, and even joining in on the mocking, shaking his belly and taking handfuls of his hairy fat gut. However Liam got a glimpse of Louis body. He still had his jeans on but his tank top was sitting tight across his bloated gut. Usually he can get away with his gain not being noticed but the fact he’d stripped down to his tank top and also just ate a family sized meal before coming out made his soft belly look much bigger. Liam locked eyes with Louis and grinned menacingly.
“Omg look at Louis. He’s finally a fat fuck.” Liam pointed at Louis as he shouted that. Louis was in shock. He never thought he’d point it out to the group his weight gain. The boys all wiped their heads around to see if what Liam was saying truth. To their surprise, the once skinny man had in fact developed a fully fledged belly. “Omg what happened to you?” “You FINALLY got fat? Fuck” “Holy shit dude you let your self go FAST.” Liam had successfully turned the abuse off of him and onto Louis. As Louis stood there getting poked and slapped and jiggled he put on a brave face, for deep inside he was absolutely livid at Liam. Liam just stood there grinning watching as Louis was played with and mocked.
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That evening when Louis and Liam started walking back to Louis house, they walked in silence. Louis was so mad at Liam for exposing his weight gain and telling the whole group about it just because he was insecure that he got fat too. They both walked into Louis house and sat on the sofa. Louis visibly displayed his anger on his face. Liam didn’t understand what was wrong. “So you wanna order some food then?” Liam pipped up after an uncomfortable silence.
“Oh you just wanna fatten me up some more so ya?” Louis spat back at him. Liam looked confused and made a confused noise at him. “Oh don’t act all incident. You’ve been coming doing here every week buying me fattening foods and telling to stuff my gut full. It’s your fault I’ve got tits for pecs now. It’s your fault my hips don’t fit into jeans. It’s your fault I’m carrying around this FAT FUCKING BELLY!” Louis ripped off his tank top and grabbed his gut shaking it. He was red in the face he got so angry. After shacking his belly in Liams face, Louis collapsed back into his sofa seat. “I never even wanted to get fat. I wanted to get bigger. You’re just fucked in the head and fattened me up for your own sick and twisted fantasy.”
Liam had enough of this. He stood up. “You didn’t want this huh? So it wasn’t you I caught wanking off to your own full fat stomach. It isn’t you that stuffs your face six out of seven nights a week. It isn’t you that looks in the mirror every morning grinning as you realise you’re getting closer and closer to finally busting your fat ass through your old underwear. It’s not my fault you regret exchanging your twink body for some fat hogs.” Louis looked at Liam with his mouth slightly agape. Liam now pulls off his shirt too and grabs a handful of his huge gut. “Do you think I want this too? Huh? Do you think I wanted to get fucking obese just cos you wanted to get fat. No but it’s my fault cos I’m greedy and could resist eating big like you do. At least I admit when I’m a fucking pig instead of pinning the blame on some other hog like you.” Liam grabbed his top and started to walk out the room. “I hope you find peace being a fat fuck. I’m leaving. Gonna get a maccies to release the stress now.” Liam mumbled as he stomped out the house and slammed the door. Louis sat there in shock. What had just happened.
It took Louis about a week to process what happened that evening. Him and Liam hadn’t spoken since and the other boys made no effort in getting the two to hang out together. Louis was thinking about what Liam had said about him wanted to get fat. Louis was confused. He enjoyed getting fat but was that want he wanted? He felt such same when everyone noticed his fattened body. Surely he would be proud of it if he truly wanted to be fat. Louis came to the conclusion that he wanted to give the gym a go. See if being muscly was the craving he desired.
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For the autumn months, Louis spent a lot of time alone. He’d still eat pretty big but mostly focused on hitting the gym hard everyday. He needed to work off that fat Liam had forced onto him. It took time but eventually the spare tire was eventually shaved down to a slight gut, hardly noticeable compared to his bigger arms and tighter chest. After all this time he had started to achieve what he wanted to achieve. He was bigger finally and even his body hair started to come through. But he still felt unsatisfied with this transformation. He caught him self longingly staring at fat hogs in the gym that desperately tried to get rid of their bulk. He craved the evenings where he’d be in a food coma and his distended belly was sticking out. He missed the feeling of getting bigger and feeling his clothes hug tight to his body. Was Liam right? Had he always really desired becoming fat and joining the ranks of other men his age. Louis thought of Liam and how he has transformed over the summer and gone from overweight to obese. Louis struggled to contain him self at the thought that maybe he could follow suit. Louis left the gym immediately, still shirtless and in his shorts running to his car. He raced round to the nearest fast food place and ordered a jumbo family sized portion of food. That night he ate like he was the king. As he ate his final chip and came all over his belly he knew this was the life he wanted. He knew he couldn’t rest till he was huge.
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Oh how Louis missed this. He missed the feeling of his fat gut pushing his clothes to their limits. He missed rubbing his soft gut to release an earth shattering belch. He missed stepping on the scales and seeing that number rise every single day. Being fat was his calling. He was destined to be a hog and that he would do. Evening after evening he would spend stuffing his face with food. As Christmas came and went he made sure to fill his belly with as much sweet fattening food he could get his hands on. His family were shocked by his weight gain to start with but by the end of his stay were happy that he had finally filled out. One of his uncles had a long conversation to him one evening when everyone had gone to bed. It was just Louis and his uncle sat in the living room sipping on the last few drops of their beers, both men having swollen guts that guttered out in front of them. His uncle told him the story of how when he was in his 20s he was sooooo skinny and nothing he could do would make him out on weight. But just one day the weight started piling on and how it’s never stopped since. Louis looked at his uncle, a very large fella. He always made fun of him self for how fat he’d gotten but it wasn’t till this evening that Louis saw himself in him. He looked down at his softening body and was proud to say he was following in his uncles footsteps.
Soon after Christmas Louis was trying on some clothes when it suddenly hit him that he had grown too fat for them now. He looked at him self in the mirror with his gut pressed so tightly against his shirt he’s surprised he hasn’t ripped through it yet. His belly was empty and already looked soo big. Louis felt the pressure build in his underwear. He couldn’t contain it anymore he needed someone to fatten him up.
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Louis had dabbled in some gaining content online and he had heard of “grommr” a gaining dating site of sort. He knew in this moment that he may as well give it a go and see if he could get someone over quick to help bust out of his clothes. As his account finished setting up and started searching for feeders in the area. He found a very handsome chap called Harry. His profile was filled with photos of his hard muscly body pressed against fat hogs soft piggy body. He decided to shoot him a quick DM and almost got an instant message back.
-Louis: hey Harry! You look insane and love what you’ve done to those men. Mind filling me up like that?
-Harry: lemme see what I’m working with and I’ll be over in 5.
Louis takes his too off and trousers and lays on the bed in just his size small boxers. They were stretched so tight across his thighs and ass that they were basically see through. Louis snaps a photo of his belly resting on his lap, his chest dropping slightly onto the gut and his love handles pushing his body wider.
-Louis: This enough to work with?
-Harry: Damn. You’re already a fat piggy huh? Well prepare to become a fucking hog when I’m down with you.
No longer than 5 minutes later Louis heard a knock on the door. Louis, still on his underwear, jiggled his way to the door to unlock it. As he opened the door, the man that stood before him was not the one he expected. Harry on his profile had rippling abs, thick strong chest and moved into his big arms. His body was always contrasting the fat ones in the photos so why did the man in front of Louis also look like a fat hog. Harry looked to be around 250lbs of pure fat. His belly pressed tight to his band tshirt that was far too small for him, his love handles peaking out the bottom of the hem. His skinny jeans were skin tight to his thick thighs and fat ass. His double chin was pretty prominent.
Harry could sense the stares he got from Louis. “It’s me Harry! I know I look different than my profile. I did used to be very ripped and in shape but one feeding session the feedee turned into the feeder and I just couldn’t stop going back. Sorry I’m not who you thought I was but I hope you don’t mind this piggy feeding you up?” Louis was overwhelmed with how horny he was now. He pulled Harry in and immediately ripped his clothes off. The two hogs went at each other all day. Harry filling Louis up with as much fattening food as he could get his hands on. Louis was exploring Harry’s insanely sexy large body. They spent all day eating, drinking, touching, and fucking. Louis had never felt anything like this before. The feeling of being so full and having someone else’s full gut pressed against your back as they thrusted deeper into your fattened asshole. He had never felt something so erotic then being stuffed with muffins as he moaned loudly with every thrust into his ass cheeks. Louis thought he couldn’t get more full but once Harry released his load into him, he felt his belly surge forward even more. Louis was left sweating, panting and groaning as he lay on his bed naked and fattened up. Why did he ever wait this long to have sex with a fatty.
Once Harry left Louis did some thinking. He missed Liam. They hadn’t seen each other in nearly a year. Louis imagined Harry being Liam, having his huge hairy body pressed against his. He didn’t even know if Liam was fat anymore. He knew the rest of the boys all kept steadily gaining weight, even the ones that kept in shape started to soften up as we all approached 30. He could only imagine how big Liam could be. Did he ever think of how large Louis could be by now. Even thought Liam was living rent free in Louis mind, he could never reach out after everything he said to him that evening. After all that and for Louis to just get fatter and fatter still, there’s no way Liam would ever forgive him. He had to move on.
So the next 6 months Louis spent with Harry. The two would hook up every week, ensuring that Louis was gaining an appropriate amount of weight every time they met. Their sex was incredible and the results on Louis body, well they spoke for them selves.
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Louis had fully transformed into a huge obese man. He never thought this could be possible. He remember back when he was skinny and how desperately he wanted to put on even ten pounds and now he was well known his way to three hundred pounds.
As Christmas came and went and winter final started to turn to spring, the group of lads decided it would be a good time to meet up for a shopping trip, to start their summer wardrobe. When Louis got the text about this meet up, he was skeptical if he was going to go or not. This time a year and a half ago was the last time he had seen most of the boys. He was made fun of last time for sporting a dad bod but now Louis looked like he’s non stop stuffed him self for the past year and a half (which he basically had done). He also thought about Liam and how if he was to show up they might end up fighting again. He didn’t wanna lose his friend again. But even though he was scared to go, Louis agreed. Plus he actually needed more summer clothes, he’s grown out of all of last years ones by nearly one hundred pounds.
The boys all met at the fast food place next to the shops. Liam was one of the last ones to show up. He opened the door to the restaurant and saw that Liam wasn’t there. He was slightly disappointed about this but he didn’t let it get him down. As he approached the table however he did notice how all the other guys around the table seemed to have suffered the same fate as himself. Not one of them resembled the fit toned jocks from their uni days. Every single one was most definitely overweight if not obese. As Louis approached the boys turned around and started shouting. “Look even this skinny thing couldn’t escape obesity.” “Haha Louis look at ya! You’re huge!” “Think he’s the biggest one here hahaha” The boys hadn’t changed. They still poked fun at him for his weight. But Louis didn’t mind it this time. Maybe it was due to the fact that yes he was the biggest one there but they weren’t far behind him. They all were big fat fellas now.
They all sat down and started to order food when the sound of the door to the restaurant sounded. The boys all turned around and Louis heard the yelling of “Liam omg haha look at you!” “Shit dude you let your self go!” “You’ve gotta be nearly 400lbs mate what happened?” Louis turned around and his mouth hit the floor. Liam was huge, beyond huge. Louis couldn’t even imagine how he got that big over that period of time. Louis looked longingly at Liam as Liam locked eyes with him before scanning Louis body up and down. Louis looked down and thought about what Liam would be thinking looking at him. He begged to know what he’d say. Liam sat down and after a few more jokingly jabs at Liams extreme gain, the boys decided to order food.
Louis had never seen so much food get devoured so quickly before in his life. All these fat hungry men polished off their plates in minutes leaving not a crumb. They spent the meal chatting and catching up with each other. Louis and Liam hadn’t interacted once. After the meal was over the fat man group decided to waddle over to the clothes shop. They spent ages joking about the old shirts they used to wear and how their new big bodies would destroy them in seconds now.
The time came for the boys to try on their clothes. They all filed into the changing rooms. Louis had taken off his too and started to put on a button up when he heard the door to his room be opened. He turned around and saw Liam stood there in his underwear. Louis heard began to race at the sight of him. Liams body has just exploded with lard. His belly hung down with his chest sitting on top his big gut. His legs and ass were so thick they couldn’t avoided touching. He truly had transformed into a huge hog of a man he used to be. “I wanna talk Louis” Liam said with a slightly saddened look on his face. Louis just nodded not having the strength to muster up words. “I’ve missed you. I regret how I spoke to you that evening but you had to listen to what I was saying. It wasn’t my fault but I felt so guilty after that night. As you can see I’ve put on a few” with this comment Louis giggled slightly “well maybe more than a few. But I just couldn’t stop eating cos I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I worried that after what I said you’d lose the weight and stop gaining but I’m so happy to see that isn’t true. You look good.”
Louis finally found the words to respond. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for. You were right. I wanted to get fat. And I enjoy being fat. But I also enjoyed you getting fat with me. I’ve missed you making sure I was eating everything, drinking every last beer. But I miss you stuffing your face as well and we’d touch bellies every so often. I missed when we had our little secret to get fat. Obviously now everyone’s fucking huge so no need for the secret part but I’d like to do that again with you. Feel our bodies change together again.” Louis stepped closer to Liam just close enough so their hairs on their bellies brushed slightly. Liam didn’t even think twice before pushing him self onto Louis and passionately making out with him.
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After that day Liam and Louis became inseparable. They spent every day together feeding each other pleasing each other making sure they both were loved and fed. Liam gained so much weight he could hardly move and Louis blew up massively. He’d always imagined being big but the size of him now was unimaginable. Now sitting at around 600lbs Louis had become the huge big fat guy he had longed to be in his late twenties. Now on his early thirties he had finally found peace in his life and in his new body and he couldn’t be happier with his morbidly obese partner Liam. After years of confusion and gaining the two finally lived fattening ever after.
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Thank you so much if you read this story! It has taken me a long time to write it and I really loved how it turned out. I hope you guys enjoyed it too. For any more story ideas pls let me know. I’m happy to do them if they strike my interests! Thank you again!
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silentsamlikesham · 5 months
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I was surprised there wasn't more fics like this for the fandom. Macho boys need to be soft sometimes....
Zoro x Sanji
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Sanji’s shoes click rhythmically off the cobblestone pavement as he stalks towards the ship. His eyes watch the cracks in the ground and the uneven bumps in the stones until they fall away to crooked lines etched into the wood of the dock.
He doesn’t lift his head as seagulls circle him, their sharp eyes catching the few bags Sanji has dangling from his wrists. He doesn’t take in the sight of sailors throwing barrels onto ships or jostling past him in a hurry to grab more rope, and food and booze from the carts that sit on the edge of the ships. 
He doesn’t flinch when the seaside breeze cuts through his hair, plastering it across the wrong side of his face as he climbs onto the Merry. Not even the splash of sea water from below, that soils the cuffs of his pants, can rip him from the haze of his foul mood.
The first time Sanji glances up from the floor, is to watch behind him as Zoro reaches the bottom of the rope ladder. He takes a brief hiatus from his gloom to watch smugly as Zoro struggles to use only his legs to get aboard.
One of his arms is coiled around a barrel of beer, the other is weighed down by as many shopping bags as Sanji could throw at him, topped with a box he’s balancing between his bicep and shoulder that contains large heavy pieces of meat. 
The swordman seems to sense he’s being watched because he peaks a look up at Sanji, his eye’s just visible under his bandana.
“You going to help me, Curly?”
Sanji tsks loudly, his brief smile at the other’s struggling twisting into a frown again as he remembers just how pissed off he is.
“Screw you, Mosshead.” 
The clack of Sanji’s dress shoes echo across the deck of the ship as he storms off towards the pantry, the door to the kitchen banging loudly behind him as it slams shut.
Zoro blinks slowly, shaking his head as he convinces himself not to think too hard about what has set the cook off. Knowing how temperamental he could be, it could be as simple as an eyelash grazed his eye, or maybe he had to buy a bruised fruit or something.
Zoro decides to ignore the temper tantrum and instead focuses on getting over the side of the ship and safely onto the deck. He kicks the door to the kitchen open, not feeling bad when it slams loudly against the cracking wooden wall. It’s not his fault someone had shut it when they knew his hands were full, and Zoro was not dropping any of stuff in his arms until he knew he’d never have to pick them up again.
“Oi, watch it moss for brains.” Sanji snarls, already halfway through unpacking one of the half full bags he’d decided not to throw at Zoro.
Zoro noisily drops everything from his left arm, the sacks opening and almost spilling their contents, while the box dents on one side. With both arms Zoro carefully drops his booze barrel onto the floor, the only thing he cared about getting safely back to the ship.
“What the hell, idiot. You better not have bruised anything.” Sanji seethes, storming forwards, his eyes not even on the products.
It was clear the cook wasn’t upset about the door, or the dropped goods. No, Zoro knew by now his rival was itching for a fight. Well, if that is the case,  he’d give him one. 
“What’s your problem, Ero-Cook? You don’t like how I handle them, then you carry them.”
Like expected, his blonde crewmate sucks in a breath before he easily spins his hips and launches a kick at the side of Zoro’s head. The hilt of a sword catches the edge of his ankle, stopping the impact by mere centimetres.
“Isn’t your job on this ship to be the pack mule?” Sanji hisses, leaning forward enough that Zoro can feel a flick of spit hit his chin. “Can you do anything right?”
The next few clashes between the pair are nasty. A pinch of hurt mixes with a wave of fury and frustration as Zoro matches the tempo of the other’s hits. They block, dodge and slam into one another, a litter of bruises and bumps being left in the wake of their moves as they throw insults back and forth.
It’s nothing new, nothing unusual between them, but it feels strange to Zoro. Sanji doesn’t feel like he’s letting off steam, not when one shoving kick almost breaks a rib, or when the next kick almost comes crashing down on his skull at practically full force, hard enough to crack bone. The cook clearly seems upset with him.
“What-” Zoro slams the hilt of his second blade into the side of Sanji’s knee, unbalancing him, “is your-” He steps further shoving into the cook and knocking him back onto his ass, the tip of Yubashiri pointing down at him “fucking problem?”
Sanji’s glare trails from the tip of the blade up to Zoro’s face before he growls back “You. You ruin everything.” 
With that, Sanji uses a kick to knock the blade away before he pushes forward, barely lifting off the ground as he tackles Zoro at his knees, knocking him onto his back and briefly winding him.
He probably could have taken the hit, but he’s so surprised that he doesn’t even realise what the cook is doing until he feels two sharp knees digging into the inside of his elbows. His arms are pinned, stretched outwards with his swords as far from his opponent as possible, as Sanji sits heavily on his chest.
Zoro’s so startled by the approach that he goes to swing his head, to whip the sword in his mouth at the hot head, but before he can, Sanji has taken the sword away. For a moment, Zoro thinks he’ll join Sanji in feeling murderous, but some of his anger is quenched when he realises the cook doesn’t toss the blade away, but instead places it carefully above Zoro’s head, just out of reach of his mouth. 
“You couldn’t just keep your mouth shut at the market, could you?” Sanji pants, pushing as much weight into his knees so he can, watching Zoro flinch as they push through muscle and pinch at nerves.
“What are you talking about, shit-cook?” Zoro tries to move his arms, he knows he’s strong enough to lift Sanji’s scrawny legs off him, but for some reason, nothing happens.
“You just had to butt in about booze right as I was getting somewhere with that beautiful blonde-haired beauty. You had to open your stupid mouth and ruin it.” 
Sanji thinks back to the lady, all curves and soft lines and a small timid smile. The brief laugh she paid him for a weak joke was enough to make Sanji float. He’s sure he could have charmed an evening with her while they were stuck on this island, but big mean and green had to ruin it all, as usual.
“That’s what this is about? You striking out with yet another clueless chick?” Zoro continues to struggle, becoming perplexed that his strength seemed to have left him.
“Don’t call women demeaning shit like that.” Sanji snarls, only refraining from hitting the green bafoon when he notices the other looking worried at his arms twitching uselessly beneath Sanji’s hold.
“It’s not going to work, Mosshead. I’m leaning on a weak point in your arms.” 
Zoro’s attention turns back to Sanji, his brows furrowed in thought as though he wasn’t sure to believe the blonde or not.
“Apologise, and I’ll move.” Sanji bargains, his temper subsiding as a feeling of victory settles in his chest. 
“Eat shit.” 
Sanji grins at the discomfort on Zoro’s face, the sweat breaking out across his forehead as he struggles to get himself back in a position of power. The blonde decides to lean his upper body back, a show of how long he is willing to wait for Zoro to cave. His hands fall lazily behind him as he goes to rest one of them on Zoro’s stomach. 
The movement surprises the swordsman, the hand going unnoticed until he felt gentle fingertips dragging across his ribs, pushing at the taut skin. The lack of sight, mixed with an unusual place for Sanji to touch him is enough to cause Zoro to flinch, to let the smallest involuntary gasp through his lips as his breath hitches and his eyes widen in genuine surprise. 
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. 
Maybe he didn’t notice?
“Oho, what was that Marimo?” Sanji, having literally felt the hitch in breath beneath him, stares curiously at his hand, then looks back at Zoro’s face, the faintest dusting of a blush growing on his cheeks as he suddenly refuses to meet Sanji’s face.
The cook might have just taken the reaction as having hit a bruise, but the discomfort on Zoro’s face makes Sanji curious. So, he does it again.
This time his fingers brush relentlessly over the spot, the touch getting softer as he realises it elicits more of a reaction from the man beneath him. Sanji can’t help the grin that spreads out across his face as the pieces start to click together.
“Oi, Marimo.” Zoro glares a hole through Sanji as he meet’s his gaze, his blood boiling at the sight of the smug expression on the assholes face. “I didn’t know moss could be ticklish.”
Zoro tries to keep his face neutral as he opens his mouth to deny it, to tell Sanji he’s an idiot and to get the fuck off him before he skewers him, but before he can…Sanji squeezes his hip bone, his long fingers coiling into the exposed hollow of his hip.
He thought with all his hard work and training over the years that he could have held back his reaction, hardened his mind until he felt nothing. It doesn’t work. Not with Sanji’s weight holding him down, his arms and swords useless for once, his rival’s touch soft against his skin. This was new, this was terrifying, and this was something Zoro had never prepared for.
He lets out a bark of laughter, his face whipping to the side in embarrassment and panic as he tries to will the flush climbing up his neck away. 
Sanji forgets to be angry, forgets he was ever upset, forgets completely about the blonde that started this whole scene. He can feel the echo of the laugh through Zoro’s chest, can feel the panicked breaths that follow against his thighs. His eyes are locked on Zoro’s watery smile, not used to seeing such a shy grin on the swordman’s face. 
He squeezes again, Zoro’s eyes twisting shut as though not being able to see what was happening would be enough to make it go away. He loosens his grip slightly, scratching the area instead, his nails bluntly dragging across the cotton of Zoro’s shirt as a groan from his mouth turns to soft giggles.
Sanji is pretty sure he’s forgotten how to breath. It’s like he’s afraid to. That he’ll make too much noise and miss a single sound coming from Zoro’s lips.
“Didn’t think a brute like you could giggle.” Sanji teases eventually, pausing his assault long enough to see if Zoro will answer him, if he is capable of speech.
Zoro is pretty sure he’s going to die. His chest is tight after less than a minute of this. He can’t think, he can’t breathe, his hip feels like it’s been electrocuted and now Sanji’s words are burning him. He can feel the heat radiating from his skin, the tension in his limbs will surely snap at any moment. When it does, it’s likely he’ll melt into the wood of the floor.
“What, no quip back?” Sanji is laughing now, joyfully too, not his usual cruel cackle that he uses to taunt Zoro mid-fight. 
“Shu-huh-ut up!” Zoro gasps, trying to regain his composure. 
He can’t remember the last time someone had pinned him like this, and certainly can’t remember a time when someone ever tickled him like this. He hadn’t even considered he was ticklish, not since he’d grown up.
“Aw Marimo, that’s not very nice.” Sanji’s eyes are practically shining as he leans back with both hands now on Zoro’s stomach, all ten fingers curling into the soft dip just below Zoro’s abs. 
Zoro’s eye’s practically bug out of his head at the sensation. Any thought of shutting down his nervous system disappears as he lets out a stream of loud laughter, his legs curling and kicking out behind Sanji, his back arching off the ground, nearly hard enough to push Sanji off him. But the blonde was able to stay on top, his laughter joining Zoro’s.
“Oh, mosshead. I think I’ve found a way to indefinitely win our little fights now. Let’s hope no one outside the crew finds out about this, eh?”
Sanji’s words are too much, too condescending, and sweet and frustrating. 
“I-Ihh- I’m go-ahah-gonna cut yo-oho-you’re fucking tongue ou-ouaha-out.” Zoro warns, deadly serious for once. His threat sounding ridiculous though as his voice cracks at the end, his laughter hitting a shriek as Sanji traces a spot just above his pant’s line. 
Sanji hums, unimpressed. His hands disappear from Zoro’s stomach and for some reason that’s worse. Zoro’s gaze snaps from the door to the kitchen back to Sanji as he desperately tries to anticipate whatever the fuck the cook is going to do next. 
He’s too slow though because he doesn’t feel the hands shoving under his exposed armpit’s until it’s too late. Not being able to drag his elbows into his sides is torture and his shrieking continues as his nerves tingle from his chest all the way to his fingertips.
“I don’t think the world’s greatest swordsman is the only title you’ll ever earn; clearly most ticklish swordsman is already yours.”
It’s the worst comment so far. Mainly because the cook has just fucking admitted he think’s Zoro can achieve his dream. The compliment is weird and warm enough to have butterflies fluttering in his gut while his lungs seize in his chest. His face is beetroot red at this point as Zoro starts to feel like he’ll never escape.
But just as he thinks this, Zoro registers his legs, which have been twisting and convulsing this whole time…Sanji is settled on his chest. Zoro’s legs are completely free. He mightn’t have trained his kicks like the cook, but he can still swing them as well as any other competent fighter.
As Sanji opens his mouth to tease him further, Zoro moves. He brings his knees up with as much force as he can in his position, and they hit Sanji square in his lower back. He knocks the cook forward just enough that one of his knee’s shifts from where they were pinching the nerve in Zoro’s arm and in a blink of an eye he goes from a laughing mess to grappling Sanji’s waist, rolling the pair over until Zoro finds himself nestled in between the blonde’s legs, his hips pining the other’s down.
Sanji is blinking owlishly up at the ceiling, disorientated, and confused at how he ended up in this position. 
Zoro wastes no time in hopping up and falling back down on the other’s thighs, preventing any kicks or twists that might come his way. He gives Sanji a second, relishing in the horrified expression on his rivals faces before he digs both his large hands into every inch of skin he could on the blonde’s stomach and is rewarded by a loud wheeze followed by a stream of curses and laughter as Sanji loses it beneath him. His whole being wiggling and convulsing and suddenly Zoro doesn’t feel as embarrassed or weak.
He was going to kill the blonde, tickle him to an inch of his final breath and make him promise to never try this shit again, to beg and cry for Zoro to stop...
But the heated feeling dies in his mind as soon as he thinks it, because Sanji laughs like it means nothing. Like he doesn’t care that he’s being lit on fire by Zoro’s touch. He meets Zoro’s eye like they’re sharing a joke over a drink, like they’ve just surprised yet another unsuspecting crew, he looks at Zoro as if they’re friends…and it kills Zoro. Destroys him in a way he’s not expecting.
So, he stops, his fingers stilling when Sanji’s eyes gather tears and his face is as red as Zoro’s own.
He doesn’t tease him, doesn’t trust himself to say a single word when his mouth has dried, when it feels like cotton in sitting in the centre of his tongue. 
“Tr-ucahaha-truce. Plea-ahah-se Marimo.” 
Zoro stares at him until Sanji squirms uncomfortably at the silence. He watches the emotions swirling in Zoro’s eyes, his face it’s usual mask of secrecy. The idiot looks lost, like he’s stuck on something particularly complex.
Sanji hasn’t a clue what could be happening in the green idiot’s brain, so he doesn’t push him. Not when he’s still menacingly looming over him, ready to pounce. 
Sanji handles him the way he always does when he needs Zoro to comply without needing him to actually agree with him.
“I’ll let you drink a bottle of the good booze if you let me up?”
Zoro grins then, the tension washing away as Sanji offer him something familiar, something safe. 
He grunts as he stands, surprising them both when he offers Sanji a hand up. 
He takes the hand, letting Zoro pull him to his feet, surprised when the other pulls him close, his breath tickling Sanji’s ear as he hisses “You tell anyone about this, and not even the world’s best sake will save you.”
Zoro pulls back then to glare as threateningly as he can at the cook. Sanji looks stricken, maybe a bit intimidated for a second before he bursts into laughter. Zoro pouts at the response, forgetting none of his intimating tricks work on the pervert.
Sanji gooses his side as he dances out of Zoro’s reach and towards the drinks stash, laughing as he replies over his shoulder. 
“Next time I won’t forget to pin you properly, moss for brains.”
The threat sounds more like a promise, like Sanji is already planning his next attack. It makes Zoro uncomfortable, afraid, and slightly excited. The same mesh of emotions he always gets from fighting with Sanji.
Maybe, this would be another form of release for them. Another way to pass the time on the ship and let off some steam.
He tries not to dwell on the fact that a tickle fight was far less acceptable for a pair of terrifying warriors than genuine bruise inducing sparring.
Who could judge them out at sea? Who would learn of what they did on the grand line behind a closed kitchen door.
Zoro wanted to hear that laughter again, wanted to see that grin across the cook’s face…and maybe, he admits quietly in his brain as he takes the first gulp of his drink, he was looking forward to having the cook tease him like that again.
To beat him with a soft touch, rather than a short blunt one.
Zoro needed to drink the entire bottle placed in front of him before he lets his thoughts continue, before he reaches a conclusion, he’s been avoiding for months now.
He holds out his empty cup and receives a scoff in return as Sanji fills it again, the two of them clinking their next glasses together in a silent ‘cheers’.
They’ll figure it out, whatever this is.
They’re nakama after all. 
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ghostofhyuck · 2 months
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I'm captivated by you, baby
Like a fireworks show
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The first time you met Chenle, it was in the cafeteria. It was your first day at the university and you quickly hit it off with your roommate. Not halfway with unpacking your things, your roommate tells you that you two should get lunch.
Thinking that it was the start of a new friendship, you agreed immediately.
She tells you that the cafeteria food was great and fresh out of the kitchen. You just realised that you were starving until the two of you were lining up at the cafeteria, getting food on the trays aligned in front of you. One by one, your tray is starting to be filled with food.
Your eyes are locked on the pack of strawberry milk, and as you reach out for it, another hand comes in contact, making you hold their hand instead.
“Oh sorry,” you apologise quickly. Your eyes landed on the stranger and your eyes widened at how good-looking he was.
“Sorry too, you can have it,” he gestures to you.
“No! You can have it! You got it first,” you tell him.
Instead, he only smiles at you and grabs the strawberry milk. What you didn’t expect was that he placed it on your tray.
“Hey!” you shouted but you watched as he walked away from the scene. You could only stare at the strawberry milk, embarrassed at the scenario earlier.
The second time you encounter Chenle was at the open basketball court inside the university. It was quite empty and no one was playing there at the moment. It was peaceful compared to the open field.
“Hey! Strawberry girl!” you heard a voice shout. You turned around and saw him again. He was wearing a casual shirt and shorts. He was also dribbling a basketball which indicates that he was there to play.
“Hi! Should I get going? I don’t want to disturb you playing,” you tell him.
“No! No worries, you came here first, I don’t mind,” he assures you.
So you went back to what you were doing; sketching some images for your plates. But you couldn’t help but be distracted by the sound of the ball bouncing against the cemented floor. You look up and notice how skilled he was with playing basketball, you wonder if he’s athletic enough to be part of the university’s varsity.
A bright idea went to your mind, with a quick grab on your bag. You went down from the bleachers one by one and went to the nearest store.
Chenle quickly noticed how you disappeared, and yet you left your sketchbook and other stuff. He brushed it off and played for a few minutes until he decided to take a break.
“Hey!” Chenle turned around and saw you running towards him, holding a black plastic bag from the convenience store.
“Here,” you handed him a bottle of energy drink which he was hesitant to accept at first.
“It’s for strawberry milk!” you told him.
Chenle only smiled and accepted it. From there, you two exchanged names and numbers. Hoping that this won’t be the last time you two meet.
The next time you see Chenle was at a dinner party. It was a barbeque party with your seniors. Apparently, you two came from different departments but coincidentally ate at the same restaurant.
Your eyes wouldn’t leave his. Even though there were a bunch of seniors and juniors who tried to flirt with you, offering you a drink, you happily accepted it but you kept on exchanging glances with Chenle. You saw how some girls would also flirt with him but Chenle was quick to reject it. Hours passed but the only thing you two could do was glance at each other.
Halfway through the party, you felt a bit tipsy. You couldn’t recall how many shots of soju you took but you wanted to go home. Your peers still keep on going on, and tried to offer you more but you could only shake your head.
You felt your phone vibrating from your bag so you excused yourself to take the call outside. You didn’t even check who called you and just answered it the moment you left the restaurant.
“Who’s this?” you asked.
“Want to ditch them?” said a voice that you couldn’t pinpoint.
“What?” you were confused, probably tipsy, you don’t know actually.
“Look at your left.”
You looked to your left and saw Chenle holding his phone next to his ears. As soon as you two made eye contact, he drops the call and approaches you.
“You seem uncomfortable there,” he comments.
“Gee, thanks for pointing it out,” you reply sarcastically.
Chenle only laughs, “so? Your answer?”
You became quiet for a minute, “where to?”
“Cup of coffee? We need to sober you up before we go back to the dorms,” he told you.
You only smiled at him, “that would be nice.”
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Hey Pretty Stranger Pt3
The Date
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A/N: It's finally done!! Sorry it is a bit short and it took forever but its here!! Also I changed the date plans sorry i know i said they where going on a breakfast date and whatnot but I am changing that bc I had another suggestion.
Warning: None? A bit fluffy and awkward.
Part 1 | Part 2
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"Hey" you reply breathlessly.
She somehow always looks more and more beautiful every time you see her.
"Oh- I uh got these for you" you say handing her a bouquet of Lavender and Daisies "They reminded me of you" you add nervously when she takes them.
"These are beautiful, thank you" she says her smile widening and the butterflies in your stomach increase.
She walks into the apartment and towards the kitchen as you awkwardly stand in the doorway.
She quickly fills a vase with water and put's the flowers in the vase before she walks back out and closes and locks the door.
We walk down the stairs and out the lobby, you open the passenger door for her when you get to your car.
You give her control of the aux and you sing along to songs as you drive. Her loosing her temper on people who cut in front of you guys making you laugh.
After awhile you parked in the Central Park parking lot (not sure if that's an actual thing) and got all your stuff from the back.
"Central park?" She asks confused "Yeah! Sometimes they do movies in the park. They're showing Coraline so I thought it might be cool to go see" you say as nerves suddenly overtake you.
"Unless you aren't into that kind of thing? We could go somewhere else an-" "No no! It's perfect! I love Coraline" she says putting her hand on your shoulder reassuringly.
Sparks of electricity travel down your arm at her touch and you shiver slightly "O-okay, cool" you say letting out a breath and trying to calm down.
You hand her the pillows and you grab the bag with everything in it and start walking. You follow the pathways and signs till you get to the area where they are showing the movie.
Theres a few food stands and a few couples are already sitting on the grass waiting. A few larger groups of friends are also waiting while a gaggle of younger teens throw popcorn at each other while the words 'starting soon' show on the screen?? projector sheet?
"Here we are" you say smiling as you gesture to around you guys. She smiles as she looks around "This is awesome. I can't believe I didn't know they did stuff like this here" she says admiring everything and the atmosphere is calm.
"Yeah on halloween they do a horror night which is pretty fun" you say as you open my bag and lay out the blanket you packed.
"You like horror movies?" She asks with a raised brow "Kinda? I prefer comedies or arthouse films, but I like the occasional horror movie on halloween" you say "I also usually come for the early show too which is always 'nightmare before christmas' for the younger kids" You add as you unpack a few snacks and drinks.
She hums in understanding and theres a few seconds of silence as she bends down to help you and places the pillows down.
You clear your throat "Do uh..do you like horror movies?" You ask trying to get the conversation going and she pauses for a second before nodding.
"Yeah, I love horror movies. I'm actually studying film at Blackmore" she says adjusting her position to get comfortable on the blanket.
"You go to blackmore??" You ask surprised and she nods "So do I" You say smiling "I study art there" You add proudly.
"You mean to tell me I could have gotten your number sooner??" She groans and you laugh.
"I guess so" You say laughing along and theres a comfortable silence for a few seconds.
"I'm gonna go get some popcorn" You say standing up and heading to the popcorn stand and Tara grabs her phone from her pocket as she messages Sam updates.
Sam's condition for letting Tara go out with you was constant updates,her phone tracker on at all times as well as a strict curfew and she always had to take her taser.
Tara thought it was a bit overboard but after the second ghostface attack she was more weary about her safety so she complied.
The sun was starting to set now which meant that the movie would start soon. You returned with popcorn and she put her phone away and thanked you for the popcorn as you sat and talked for awhile.
After a couple of minutes of getting to know eachother and betting to see who could catch more popcorn in their mouths, the movie finally started and you turned you attention to the screen.
Halfway through Tara was contemplating making a bold move and holding your hand. After psyching herself up for 10 minutes she moved her hand so her pinkie was on top of yours as her eyes stayed laser focused on the screen.
She could feel your burning gaze on the side of her face but she couldn't make herself look.
You intertwined your hand with hers and focused back on the screen, both of you sitting with content smiles on your faces.
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After the movie you guys drove back to her apartment and you walk her up to her door again.
"Thank you so much for tonight. I had an amazing time" She says when we get to her apartment.
"I'm glad you had a good time, it was a fun night" you say smiling and stuffing your hands in your pocket.
"Yeah..we should do it again sometime, maybe" she suggest nervously and my smile widens.
"Definitely" you agree nodding and a beat of silence passes while you just stare at eachother.
"Well, goodnight" She says softly.
"Goodnight" You reply leaning down to kiss her on the cheek making the both of you turn red before you start walking back down the stairs and waving at her.
You do a little happy dance when you get to the car and you drive back home.
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You get home to find Ari passed out on the couch with your -now empty- box of Milo bars on the coffee table. You roll my eyes and cover her with a blanket before throwing away the empty box.
You switch on the kettle and put a tea bag in your cup. While you wait for the kettle to boil you get changed into your sleeping clothes and check your phone.
You smile when you see a text from Tara
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Pretty stranger 💕
Hey, I had fun tonight :)
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Pretty Stranger 💕
Maybe we can do it again next friday If you're free?
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You smile and reply telling her you would love to and that you had fun as well.
You never would have guessed that giving a pretty girl on a train a drawing would have ever lead to a date.
La fin.
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Hope you enjoyed that!I'm sorry it was quite short and took awhile. I have been busy but its here!! If you have any ideas for the next part please send me suggestions in my ask box or if you have any requests. Have a lovely timezone!
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Crossfire - Chapter Four
Pairing: Jaguar Villain Tom Hiddleston + OFC
Warnings: Vertigo / Sub drop / Armed bastards / Gunfire
Length: 2.5k
Summary: In which Cross and Verity run, jump and climb for their lives.
Chapter List
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The door at the bottom of the stairwell creaked open and Verity flinched back, her eyes wide with alarm as she mentally worked out how long it would take armed bastards to make up the seven flights of stairs. Apparently, Cross didn’t even bother with the calculation, silently closing the door and hustling her back along the corridor to their flat. 
Once they were both safely inside, he turned the lock and slid the bolt into place.
Verity flapped her hands.  “That’s not going to stop them!  And now we’re trapped in here!”
Cross shrugged.  As an answer, it was not reassuring, but before she could voice her next question, he nodded to the window.
“No time to pack, leave the rest.  We’re taking the fire escape.”
For once, not even tempted to argue with him, Verity grabbed her mostly packed duffle and heaved the window open. She never unpacked the important things and since Cross held the stash of passports and credit cards, everything else could be replaced..
Shouldering her bag she scampered across to the ladder, leaning into it with her full body weight in an attempt to pull it down.  Unoiled runners groaned but refused to yield.
“It won’t move,” she said, waving to Cross to help but he shook his head.
“Doesn’t matter.  We need to go up not down,” he said, jerking his chin towards the roof.
Verity stared at him in confusion, her thoughts still unnaturally slow, even given the adrenaline shot from the situation.  “But… but… the bike?” she stammered, trying to force the words past her sluggish brain. “The bike is down there?” She pointed to the alley way below.
“Yes, which is exactly where they’ll be waiting for us.”  Grabbing her round the waist, he lifted her into the air until she was high enough to get hold of the rusty platform above them.  Still confused over what he was hoping to achieve, Verity decided it wasn’t worth wasting her energy arguing and simply grabbed the railing, levering herself over the edge.  With one wriggle and brief glimpse of stocking top she made it safely onto the next level.  
Cross tossed his bag up to her, then braced one foot on the safety rail and reached up.  The ill-maintained iron creaked beneath his grip, but thankfully held his weight as he hauled himself after her.
No further words were exchanged between them as they climbed towards the roof and they were both breathing hard as they sprinted across to the other side of the building.  When they reached the edge Cross glanced over into the alleyway below.
“I think it’s safe to assume they have this building surrounded.”
“So what now?  It’s not going to take them long to work out where we went.”
“I suggest we try another building.”
“And how are you suggesting we do that, fly?”
“Not fly, jump.”
Verity stiffened and backed away from him. “You want me to jump to another building?”
“Are you afraid of heights?”
“Heights, I just have a healthy respect for.  It’s the fall that freaks me the fuck out.”
“The gap’s not much more than six feet.  You can manage that.” He glanced down at her stockinged feet, “Hell, you could probably manage it in heels if you had to.”
“On the ground!”
“What’s the difference?”
“The twelve storey drop followed by messy impact on the pavement, if I fuck it up!”
He shrugged.  “Don’t fuck it up, then.”
While she cast around for a better plan, Cross simply took hold of her duffle bag and calmly tossed across to the neighbouring building.
“Hey!  All my stuff is in there!”
“Then you’d better hop on over and retrieve it.”
Behind them came the unmistakable clatter of booted feet on the rusty fire escape.
“We’re about to have company. Frankly, a twelve storey fall is probably preferable to what they will do when they catch you.   Do you need any further incentive?”  Not waiting for her reply, Cross sprinted for the side of the building and launched himself over the edge and into the air.
Verity found she was the one holding her breath until she heard the thud of him landing safely. Even in the greasy half-light that passed for night in this city, she could feel his taunting grin as he recovered his balance and swung round to face her.
Aware that this was one situation that would not be improved by closing her eyes, Verity fixed her gaze on the broad figure in front of her and tried to ignore the yawning chasm between them.  Gritting her teeth she backed up a couple of paces, to give herself a decent run up, and cursing him with every name she could think of, hurled herself over the side of the building.
Her momentum carried her further than she’d expected, sending her crashing into Cross, forcing him to stagger back a pace.  His hands closed around her shoulders, keeping her on her feet as her legs trembled with terror and fatigue.
“Nice jump,” he said, releasing his hold once sure she was steady and giving her a light pat on the back.  “But a two point deduction from the English judge because you fluffed the landing.”
Recovering a fraction, Verity punched him in the arm.  “Fuck you!”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll nail it next time.”
“Next time?”
“You need more practice and we need to put a lot more than six feet between us and them.”  Pulling his bag more firmly onto his shoulder, he started to run for the far side of the building.  “Come on!”
Verity managed another three leaps before her artificial, terror induced strength gave out and her legs buckled, pitching her forward onto the rough surface of the roof and skinning both her knees.
A whimper of defeat fled her parched lungs as she felt Cross wrap a hand around her arm, clearly intending to haul her back to her feet.
“I’m sorry, I can’t.”  The words were little more than a broken gasp and Verity felt a flash of humiliation at her own weakness.  But they were true.  She could barely walk, there was no way she’d manage another jump.  To her surprise, Cross didn’t even attempt to argue or bully her.  Instead he stooped and lifted her carefully into his arms.
Alarmed, Verity clutched at his shoulder.  “Please god, tell me you’re not going to jump with both of us?”
“No,” he replied with a light chuckle, “I’m not that insane.”
“So what then?  Is that it? Are we done? Do we surrender?”
“We’ve tried running, now I suggest we try hiding.”
With little apparent effort, despite their recent exertions, he shouldered her bag along with his own and carried her across to the looming silhouette of the water tower in the centre of the roof.  Beneath the structure, several broken down crates had gathered, along with numerous other boxes and general detritus.
Motionless for a moment, Cross scanned the untidy heap, nodded, and then kicked a box out of the way.  Crouching down, he wedged her into the gap he’d created and settled himself beside her, pulling their bags into position in front of them, like a barrier.
It wasn’t much, Verity thought, and the flimsy structure wouldn’t stand up to a hail of bullets, but you’d have to look pretty hard to find them.  It might work…
Face tucked into the crook of his shoulder, she released a shuddering breath.  His steady heartbeat was barely elevated above its normal resting rate and she found that both reassuring and deeply irritating.  Her own heart was beating so hard she wanted to throw up, but gradually the warmth of his frame and the familiar scent rising from his sweater settled around her like an embrace and despite the precarious position they were in, she felt herself start to relax.
It came as an unwelcome shock when Cross suddenly got to his feet and pulled her upright.
“What are you doing?” she asked, trying to round up her scrambled thoughts.
“They’ve gone.  They missed us.”  He paused and she could feel him peering through the gloom, his eyes searching her face.  “Didn’t you hear them?”
Glad that he couldn’t see the blush now heating her cheeks, she made a valiant attempt to lie.  “Well, yes, but they might come back…”
“I’m sure they will, which is why we need to get moving.”  His grip tightened on her upper arm and he steered her firmly to the side of the building.  “There’s a subway entrance, opposite.  If we can get on a train before they realise what happened and double back, we might be able to put some distance between us.”
Peering over the edge, Verity felt her stomach give another lurch.  The fire escape on this building looked marginally better maintained, but not by much and she knew the ground remained as far away as ever.  Thankfully though, the darkness hid the worst of that horror.
Cross went over the side first, pausing about six feet below the edge, waiting for her to summon the nerve to follow him.
Terrified, exhausted and with her thoughts still wrapped in that same weird, fuzzy blanket that had persisted for most of the evening, Verity couldn’t find the words or the will to argue with him and obediently lowered her weight onto the iron ladder.
The metal creaked, but held steady, and she found that if she fixed her gaze on the grubby brickwork in front of her face, she could almost ignore the drop beneath her.
Cross moved downwards, slowly, waiting for her to navigate each rung before shifting lower.
At least if she wiped out, she’d take him with her.  That thought was cheering and gave her something else to focus on, other than the rusted metal biting into her bloodless fingers.
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The subway station was almost deserted, the ticket kiosk closed for the night.  Careful not to make eye contact with anyone, Cross purchased two tickets from the machine and firmly man-handled Verity through the turnstile.
Snatching her elbow out of his grip she turned to the grubby stairs and grimaced at the grime currently coating the stocking covered soles of feet.
“Where are we going?” she muttered.
“Doesn’t really matter, just away from here,” Cross replied.  “We’ll grab the first train that arrives.”
The solid heels of his shoes rang out against the metal edged stairs, echoing off the tiled walls and Verity frowned.  “Something’s wrong,” she whispered, “it’s too quiet down here.”
“It’s just late,” Cross said, hurrying her down the steps but as they emerged onto the completely deserted platform he ground to a halt.  She was right, even for the middle of the night, this was far too quiet.  Swiftly reversing their course he began to tow her back the way they’d come,  when six masked figures in black tactical jumpsuits appeared above them.
Plastered to his side, Verity gave a soft whimper of fear which she’d probably deny later, but he knew that her eyes would be fixed on the sleek, automatic weapons that each man carried. 
The last time she’d been around gunfire it had been a single shot and that alone had been enough to render her almost catatonic for twenty four hours.  If they were to stand any chance of getting out of this alive, he needed her to stay alert.
Giving her a shake, his tone came out a little sharper than he’d intended as he snapped, “Stay with me”
Verity swallowed hard and nodded, her grip tightening on sleeve.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, Cross spun them round, his eyes searching the platform for another way out.
Somewhere in the distance he could hear the squeal of a train, and hope flickered into life.  The flood of passengers disembarking might give their attackers pause and at the very least might provide the cover they needed! -  then the unmistakable sound of weapons being raised dashed that silent prayer.  This was going to be over in seconds, long before the train could arrive.
In a futile gesture of defiance, he pulled his gun and took aim for the nearest man.  He knew the revolver was no match for the heavy automatic weapons pointed in their direction, but he wanted to make damn sure someone else was bleeding before this was over.
The man smirked and lowered the visor on his helmet, clearly confident that his body armour would be enough to stop the low calibre bullet.
Cross shifted his aim and fired straight into the man’s crotch.  Even if his kevlar extended that far, the impact would incapacitate him for a few minutes at least.  The high pitched scream of pain might have made him smile under other circumstances, but as the remaining men shouldered past their fallen comrade and assumed the firing position, that little victory felt very hollow indeed.
Knowing he wouldn’t get another lucky shot, he grabbed Verity by the arm and dragged her behind a pillar, doing his best to shield her from the flying shards of tiling and masonry as the world around them erupted into a deafening roar of gunfire.
A cloud of dust and smoke filled the platform.  Throat and eyes burning, Cross covered his mouth with his sleeve, for all the good it did.  You’d need full breathing apparatus to combat this level of smoke… Too much smoke.  He raised his head. Far, far too much smoke to have been caused by the gunfire…. Someone had detonated a smoke grenade.  Why?
Deciding not to question it too closely, he pulled Verity to her feet and taking advantage of the choking cover provided, dragging her down the platform towards the entrance to the tunnel.  Fingers embedded in his arm, she put up no resistance.
Anxious to make it to the relative safety of the tunnel and with every sense honed on the men behind them, he almost missed the figures emerging from the smoke in front of them.
“Portali fuori!”
The order was barked in a language all too familiar to Cross and he froze.  Take them out - that was the instruction.  Hemmed in by armed, tactical teams both in front of them and behind, any chance of an escape route vanished.  Short of hurling them both in front of the oncoming train, he couldn’t think of another way out.
Out of options, he pulled Verity against his chest and turned his back on the weapons being raised.  As gestures went, it was beyond pointless.  He didn’t think for a moment that the high powered bullets wouldn’t shred straight through him and into her, but at least she wouldn’t have to watch.  
Damn it, she shouldn’t be here at all, he thought.  She should be sunning herself on a deserted beach, or drinking herself into a fit of giggles in the local bar.  If he hadn’t dragged her back into this shitshow, she’d be safe.  This was his fault.  
It was all his fault.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, burying his face in her hair.
The shriek of the train growing closer was almost drowned out by the wave of gunfire that echoed around the platform.
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the-kr8tor · 5 months
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TTN hobie and reader during the middle/end of TTN when they r together but before she leaves for LA and r is helping hobie finish setting up his boat and r adding all of her belongings around the house before/while she moves in
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Hihihihi Thank you for the lovely request! TTN! Hobie has my heart ❤️
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Tags: TTN! Hobie, TTN! Reader, kissing, suggestive content. Story is set before the epilogue and in the middle of chapter 10. Spoilers for thread the needle. Fluff.
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You didn't waste any time moving in with Hobie. No slowly leaving your things around the house, no slyly stashing your clothes right next to his, not even waiting for the day of your graduation. You and Hobie just decided on a date to move all your belongings to his boat and did it, no side stepping, no dilly dallying, no excuses. Just you and Hobie making round trips from your dorm to the houseboat, arms full of boxes and heavy bags.
The sewing machine was the challenge, being heavy and clunky. Yuri was kind enough to lend you her car for the day, but couldn't help you in moving since she had to study for a quiz. You were kind of thankful for that though, now you have more time to spend with just him and piles and piles of your belongings. Still, with the help of Yuri's beetle, it took two trips of packing and unpacking your stuff.
Hobie never complained nor huffed at the effort, eyes always on your form, arms at the ready to lift boxes for you. You're eternally grateful, that's probably why you're snogging him on the floor of his boat instead of setting up your sewing machine or unpacking your suitcases.
"I need" kiss "to" kiss "unpack." You say in between smacking of lips. Giggling, as if you're not the one instigating the kiss. Back on the hardwood floor, arms looped around his neck, your palm spread over his nape. You resist the urge to glue him into place with your legs, instead you lay limp under him. Eyes tightly closed, smiling through it all.
His strong arms lift him up for a moment before examining your flustered face, beaming up at him. Hobie tilts his head, contemplating if it's worth leaving your arms so you two could unpack. He weighs the pros and cons, deciding.
"Nah" you squeal when he comes back down, expertly moving his lips against yours, every curve and plushness of it already memorized. He knows what to do to incite that sound you make just for him.
You laugh loudly when he presses the soft skin just over your rib cage, ticklish, you pull away with a giggle. Pupils blown out, you stare at his equally large pupils. Breathing heavy, you pinch his nose as revenge.
He surrenders, coming down from the high of kissing you. Eyes roaming around his, no, yours and his living room full of your stuff littered around the place. The kitchen island with your Gromit mug that you claim to despise even though you always use it. Next to it is your school bag, pins and patches decorate the backpack, some of them you've nicked from Hobie.
On the floor next to you are boxes full of your projects, hours upon hours of hard work inside. You giddily showed it all to him before you ended up on the floor from teasing him too much. Clothes and pieces of cloth were put back hastily inside the box just before you descended on the floor. With Hobie's hand placed on the back of your head so you don't smack it against the wood.
After a minute of staring and your laugh bouncing off the walls, Hobie finally speaks, with the full intention of actually starting the process of unpacking.
"Where to first? I could set up the machine–"
"Bedroom" you say with a not so sly smile, half lidded eyes staring at him with fondness.
He blinks in surprise, a low groan in his throat, smirk playing on his kiss bitten lips. "No time to waste then" lifting you up effortlessly, you hide your victorious laugh over his skin. Face hot on his neck. Equally hot hands on the back of your thighs, making sure you don't fall.
Hobie practically jogs over, kicking the door open. It hits the wall with a slam, he stops in his tracks after seeing more piles of boxes on his bed.
Guess you two actually needed to unpack beforehand, whoops.
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A/n: Will be posting more of these separate from fluffy fridays! Thank you for reading! ❤️
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milkibabe · 8 months
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Omg I would kill for you to write Craig for your camping headcanons I love your writing sm 😭💗
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This was my most requested headcanons yet! Hope I delivered for you guys <3
(Yes, ik its been a month im sorry i disappear sometimes)
♥Camping with Friends w/ Tweek & Craig♥
✢ summary: headcanons on going on a camping trip with your huge friend group plus your bf's Tweek and Craig
✢ gender: reader is implied to be female <3
✢ warnings: nsfw, mentions of drugs and alcohol
✢ note: characters are all 21+, Hey guys, I know it's not the family camping hc's ya'll are used to but I wanted to make it fun and include a huge friend group instead. Also this is a really long list of HCs that I've been working on for a while. So, sorry that it kind of ends on a cliffhanger. If you guys want more, I'm happy to add onto it or make a second parter in the future!!
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Tweek and Craig HCs
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Originally Craig didn't want to go to the camping trip because he'd rather be at home, but when he heard how enthusiastic you were he decided to go anyways.
Tweek was nervous to go because he feared the outdoors, but decided to tough it out for you and Craig.
Craig packed very lightly, he doesn't own that many outfits anyways.
Tweek overpacked, his bag was filled to the brim with gear such as a crap ton of sunscreen, bug spray, bear spray, and other random things because 'what if".
You and Craig's crew rode in Tolkien's van to get to the camping grounds.
It was a three hour drive, so you spent it chatting with the boys on the way there.
Jimmy spent the drive cracking jokes in the passenger seat, making all of you groan from time to time.
Clyde was in the very back seat, squished by the cargo the van was holding.
You all exchanged ideas of how the camping trip will go, planning possible activities for everyone to participate in.
Craig fell asleep on you because he was bored by small talk.
Once you got to the campsite you met up with the other groups.
Of course, Wendy's group of girls were already there before you arrived.
"See Wendy, I told you there was no point in leaving early! Y/N and all of them just got here and Stan's no where to be seen!" Bebe complained.
You and Tweek got to unpacking Tolkien's van while Craig sleepily set up a spot for your guys' tent.
After an hour of setting up and unpacking, Stan's truck pulls up to the site.
"See this is why we shouldn't leave Cartman in charge of the directions! We got lost like eight times!" Kyle complained out loud as soon as they got out.
"Shut the fuck up Kyle! It's your fault, I was distracted by your shit fucking music taste! Blame Stan for giving you aux!" Cartman yelled back, slamming the truck door closed.
You and Clyde held back laughter from watching them fight, as well as watching Wendy scold Stan.
After another hour, everyone's stuff was set up as well as your makeshift kitchen/hangout area.
Your tent was labelled to fit up to five people, but it felt a little cramped from the air mattresses you put in there.
It didn't help that Craig was really tall and took up a lot of space.
Stan told everyone that he needed to stop by the nearest supermarket to pick up last minute snacks and buy more ice for the coolers.
Wendy by default was tagging along, but Tolkien as well as Craig wanted to go with.
You didn't want to be left out so you went along too.
Tweek stayed behind because he 'doesn't trust Stan's driving, neither his old ass truck'.
When you got to the supermarket you and Craig looked for your favorite snacks, while Tolkien and Stan bought several pounds of ice.
You and Craig came across pool floaties and decided to buy a few for Tweek, since you both knew he'd be anxious swimming in the lake.
On the drive back from the market Craig leaned on your head and whispered that he loves you.
He has his random moments of sappiness.
When you got back it was already dark, so Kenny started up the campfire so that you guys could cook dinner.
You and the girls pitched in to help cook, since you knew better than to trust the boys to cook.
You loaded two plates full of food for your boyfriends.
When you handed it to them they both lovingly smiled at you.
Even Craig, who normally holds a blank expression.
Tweek went on to compliment your cooking nonstop, while Craig just nodded while eating.
Eventually, Craig was tired of Tweek talking too much and hushed him by lifting his fork up to Tweek's mouth.
Tweek took it as a sign to just eat and smiles out of embarrassment.
After dinner you and Wendy's group chat and catch up on each others' lives and drama.
While you girls are off to the side chatting and gossiping, you look at your two lovers laughing and goofing around with the other boys on the other side of camp.
You smile and think about how your boyfriends are also enjoying themselves.
You head to bed with Tweek around midnight, since you were both tired as fuck.
Since Craig is a total night owl, he stayed up a little longer with Kenny, Kyle, and Clyde. (Stan wanted to join too but Wendy made him go to bed with her)
You could sort of make out what they were talking about since they were talking softly, trying not to disturb the others' sleep.
Oddly, they were talking about the meaning of life and some other philosophical shit.
You rolled your eyes, knowing they probably got into Kenny's stash of edibles after dinner.
You peacefully drift off to sleep on top of Tweek's softly breathing chest.
"We were so fucking lucky to meet Y/N." You hear Craig say before losing consciousness.
When you awake in the morning, Craig has you both wrapped in his arms.
You give the two boys a kiss on the forehead and get up to get ready for the day.
You help Wendy, Heidi, and Nicole start breakfast, since you guys planned to go swimming in the lake today everyone needed a big breakfast.
Bebe and Rebecca came back from the bathrooms after doing their 1000 step skincare routine to also 'pitch in'.
But really they just sat on their phones waiting for you guys to finish.
The guys start to slowly wake up, starting with Kyle and Butters.
The last to wake up was of course your sleepy boyfriends.
Tweek was practically dragging Craig out of the tent, Craig was definitely last to go to bed.
"Ack- Craig we gotta get up or we'll miss breakfast!" Tweek says frantically pulling Craig's arm.
"Calm down babe, Y/N will save us a plate" Craig says before yawning.
You were a little irritated that Craig just assumed you would enable his laziness.
You totally did save a plate for the two, though.
Tweek urged you to eat more since he's always worried about you.
Craig was still completely out of it, he ate his breakfast like a zombie.
Since Tweek goes nowhere without his parent's special coffee blend, he made a huge pot for everyone to share.
He gave a cup to Craig to hopefully revive him.
After everyone was full and recharged, Wendy told everyone to get ready to go to the lake.
You helped your boyfriends put on sunscreen, since Tweek burns easily and Craig wont put on any.
"Babe, I love you but I hate the way sunscreen feels on my skin." Craig said lazily putting his arms up for you.
"Well, you'll hate the feeling of skin cancer more!" You said rubbing it on his arms.
After helping Tweek apply sunscreen, Tweek offers to help you too.
You accept and let Tweek lovingly, albeit very messily apply the lotion to your skin.
When you get to the beach, you help the girls lay out chairs and towels to set up your guys' spot.
Craig helps blow up a bunch of floaties for everyone to use (mostly Tweek).
Craig tethers Tweek's floatie to the cooler that Tolkien brought so that there is no possible way Tweek will float away.
Tweek chills in his donut style floatie while everyone starts to get into the water.
You cling to Craig because that water is mfkin cold as shit.
Tweek floats over you to ask if you're okay.
Before you could respond, Cartman cannonballs into the lake splashing everyone in the process.
Wendy gets mad and starts to yell at him for getting her hair wet as well as Kyle just yelling at him because that's what he does best.
Cartman just splashes Kyle more and starts an all out water war.
No one is safe from the splashing.
At some point you get on Craig's shoulders and battle Bebe and Clyde in a chicken fight.
You and Craig of course win.
The entire time Jimmy, Butters, and Tweek were just floating and watching the whole thing go down from a safe distance.
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The trip started off very wholesome and sweet at the beginning, but soon turned really dirty for the three of you.
The two boys loved to fight over you and make everything into a competition.
When you were busy chatting with the girls, Tweek and Craig made a bet over who could make you cum the most during the trip.
Tweek took advantage of the time he had alone with you the first night you guys were there.
Since Craig was preoccupied on getting high with Kenny and chatting, Tweek made his first move on you.
Perhaps, Tweek was a genius mastermind and convinced Kenny to distract Craig for a few hours. (Kenny's a real bro and agreed to)
You were all comfy and getting ready to sleep with Tweek when he started to kiss your neck, making you giggle from the sensation.
The kisses started to turn from cute to playful, to light nibbles.
His nips at your flesh made you cover your mouth and moan quietly.
He lifted up from your neck and looked into your eyes, basically making sure you were okay with him going on.
You nodded and smiled a little from his precious worried expression.
He then lifted your shirt up and gazed at your exposed chest in awe, taking in your gorgeous form.
Tweek lowered himself once again and started to suck and nip at your breasts.
This earned a couple of stifled moans from you as you gripped at the sleeping bag beneath you.
Tweek took his right hand and slid them between your legs, which you were unknowingly pressing together.
He parted them slightly and used two fingers to rub circles on your clit through your panties.
You arched your back and held back some more moans, hearing some of the boys outside of the tent still chatting around the campfire.
You couldn't take anymore of the teasing so you started to ask Tweek to keep going.
"Please Tweek, m-more" you asked in a whiny, hushed voice.
"Okay" Tweek said whispering back in a raspy tone.
Tweek slipped your panties off of one leg and inserted his fingers inside of you.
You were so needy and wet, Tweek had to be careful not to make unintentional lewd sounds while fingering you.
You clutched onto his shoulders and breathed heavily as he curled his fingers into that special spot that makes you throw your head back in pleasure.
You needed more of him, so you wrapped your legs around him and begged for Tweek to fuck you.
Tweek thought you'd never ask.
He nervously smiled and pulls his pajama pants down, letting you guide him.
You pulled his dick out of his underwear and gave it a few pumps, which got a small whimper out of him.
You aligned him with your needy little hole and let him slowly push into you.
He let you adjust to his size, aka you dug your fingernails into his back while crying and whining into his shoulder.
After giving you a kiss on your forehead he started thrusting into you, being careful not to cause the tent to move too much.
You used all of your might to not moan out loud from the pleasure.
Tweek has the tendency to twitch a lot, but it increases tenfold when he's fucking you.
You just feel so fucking good, he can't help but jerk a little when he thrusts into you.
He takes you into his arms and pounds you into the air mattress, while you sob into his chest from the overwhelming pleasure.
Tweek couldn't exactly hold back his erratic thrusts which may have been slightly audible from outside the tent.
Kenny definitely knew what was up, but everyone else was too high or drunk to notice.
Tweek still was on a mission to get you to cum as much as possible, so he returned to rubbing your clit while he thrusted into you.
It was enough to send you over the edge.
You came hard while he was still inside of you, which almost made him cum too.
But he pushed past it to get you to cum some more.
He continued overstimulating you, causing you to cum another two times.
He couldn't hold back any longer and pulled out with your last orgasm, releasing his warm, sticky fluids all over your tummy.
After you both calmed down he cleaned you up with a wet wipe.
He helped you get dressed and laid down next to you. Adjusting himself so that you could lay on his chest.
While you drifted off to sleep, Tweek took a marker and wrote three tally marks on his left palm to let Craig know about his progress.
When Craig enters the tent an hour later, he sees the two of you cuddling sweetly, fast asleep.
At first Craig smiled and thought it was sweet until he saw the marks all over your collarbone and neck, as well as the tally marks on Tweek's exposed palm.
Craig clicked his tongue and glared at you guys, taking this as a declaration of war between him and Tweek.
He nestled himself on the other side of you and took you both into his arms, while plotting how he was going to rail you tomorrow.
You and Tweek were oblivious to the evil plans Craig was cooking up throughout the day.
His plans all paid off when Tweek fell asleep on one of the beach chairs after getting out of the water to dry off.
Craig swiftly loosened your string bathing suit while you weren't paying attention.
You felt it start to slip and panicked, telling Craig to grab a towel and help you to the bathroom.
He gladly accompanied you to the bathroom to help you 'fix' your bathing suit.
You turned around in the bathroom stall expecting him to help you tie it.
When he didn't budge, you turned around wondering what he was doing.
He just stood there, tall and intimidating, his usual blank expression turned into a bit of a smirk.
"W-What..?" You asked holding your top up with your arms.
"What do you mean what? I know you and Tweek has fun without me last night." Craig said walking towards you.
"Oh that- I'm sorry we should've told you earlier" You said giving Craig an innocent look.
"Nah, that's not the issue I have." He said pushing you into the wall, arm pressed above your head.
He looked down on you and moved your arm from holding up your top with his free hand.
"Just mad I wasn't apart of it, is all." He said grabbing your jaw with the same hand.
Your face became flushed as your bathing suit was barely hanging on to your body.
"Well then how do I make it up to you?" You said looking up at him, slightly pouting.
"You get on your knees, princess." Craig said smiling.
You immediately sink to your knees understanding what he wanted.
You were more than willing to do whatever he wanted because seeing him shirtless made you feral to begin with.
You slid his swim trunks down, enough for his dick to spring out of them.
He watched you attentively, taking in the sight of you kneeling beneath his cock.
You stroked him a couple of times before taking the tip into your mouth.
You slowly took him into your mouth, causing him to grunt from the feeling of your warm, wet tongue glide against him.
Craig took the opportunity to grab your hair and help you go at a pace he wanted.
The pace being a lot quicker than you were expecting so soon.
You choked a bit, trying to keep up with Craig's thrusts.
"Fuuck, your throat feels so good babe" Craig moaned out while tilting his head back.
Craig pulled out of your mouth to give you a second to breathe.
You gasped for air as tears started to stain your cheeks.
Craig then knelt down to help you up, which confused you for a second.
"Oh I'm just getting started sweetie" He said turning you around to face the wall.
You hold onto the wall as he moves your hips to align with his.
You let out a whimper as he enters your needy pussy, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.
"Fuck, I forget how tight you are" Craig groaned out.
You moan out loud as he fully sinks into you, feeling his dick hit that same sweet spot that Tweek had hit with his fingers the night before.
Craig could tell he hit the right spot from the sounds you let out and pulled himself out slightly, making you whine from how slow his thrusts were.
That was when he slammed right back into you, causing you to yelp from the surprise.
"Keep making those cute noises" he said starting to thrust faster.
Your moans and whimpers echoed throughout the bathroom as Craig pounded you mercilessly, causing your legs to give out beneath you.
He held you your hips up and watched as your body started to sink from the stimulation.
Craig was determined to get you to cum, so he drilled into your sweet spot until you clenched around him and reached your climax.
You scream out his name as Craig didn't slow down or pause for you to come down from your high.
He wanted to punish you for letting Tweek fuck you first.
You were too cock drunk to put two and two together, that both Tweek and Craig were overstimulating you a lot.
After you came for the third time, Craig was desperately holding out to beat Tweek, but he soon reached his limit.
Craig quickly ordered you to get on your knees again.
"Shit, be a good girl and swallow all of it" Craig said holding your hair with one hand and jerking off with the other.
You open your mouth in anticipation as he curses under his breath.
He quickly shoves himself back into your mouth and cums down your throat, making you choke a little.
You swallow everything like he asked.
Craig comes down from his own high and quickly remembered he failed to beat Tweek.
"Fuck" He said putting his shorts back on.
"What?" You asked as he helped you off of your knees.
"Nothing, lets go back and join the others. Don't wanna keep 'em waiting." Craig said with a slight laugh.
"Oh shit you're right!" You said realizing how longs its been.
Little did you know, this was only the beginning of your week long trip.
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wheresarizona · 11 months
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Learning to Live Part 17
summary: It’s the day Javier is moving in with you, but can he keep it in his pants long enough to unpack and get settled in?
rating: E (18+!! No y/n, Soft Javier Peña, alternating POV, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie, sex in the bed of a pickup truck, breeding kink, vaginal fingering, biting, dirty talk, praise kink, spanking, emotions, LOTS of banter, fluff, domestic fluff, death of a parent/grief, emotional hurt/comfort, Javier saying very romantic things, Javier modeling cute little swim trunks, stargazing, stargazing as foreplay, a deep dive into Javier’s wardrobe and things)
pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader
word count: 17.4k+ (are any of us surprised?)
a/n: Hello there! I hope everyone enjoyed the last chapter! The song stuck in my head for this chapter is Home by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros. Shoutout to @theorganasolo for helping me out with reference pics of Javi’s wardrobe and @iamskyereads for giving me a rundown of what he wears. Thank you to the love of my life, @juletheghoul, for betaing.
I answer comments from my sideblog @wheresarizona-writes
Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!
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The summer in southern Texas was almost unbearable with how high the temperatures got. Every home and business needed to have air conditioning, and you hoped and prayed it worked in your car; otherwise, you were driving down the streets with the windows down, getting hit with a hot, dry breeze that didn’t do much for your sweating skin. It made you feel bad for Javier and his family working outside on the ranch, making sure he wore sunscreen and having him promise you he’d stay hydrated throughout the day.
You frowned, knowing that he had to move in such sweltering conditions—imagining all of the boxes and furniture, him refusing your offers to come over after work and help, assuring that he had it all covered.
That morning he told you he would be late getting home—your shared home, and you both smiled, his key to the apartment lovingly fitted on his keyring between the one to his truck and his dad’s house. He would be packing his things when he got off and begin bringing them all over. Your plan after work was to clear out a dresser and make room for him in the closet. If he brought over furniture, you’d just have to figure out where to put it, wanting Javi to feel as comfortable and at home as possible.
With all he had to do, you figured it’d take him well into the night to load up the bed of his truck with stuff, assuming he’d need to make more than one trip. It was a bit of a surprise that while you were in the living room, you heard the front door being unlocked only two hours later than usual.
The door opened, watching Javi come inside, holding two black duffle bags with his keys still dangling in the lock.
“Cielito!” he called. Taking a step into the entryway, he continued, “I’m—” His voice trailed off when his head turned, and his attention landed on you, him pausing, those beautiful brown eyes of his rounding. “...what are you doing?” he asked slowly.
His confusion was warranted, seeing as your hands and feet were pressed into a lavender-colored foam mat on the floor near the large front window—your hips were lifted high up toward the sky, looking at him upside down through your legs, him clearly staring at your legging-covered ass.
You were focusing on your breaths, holding yourself in the position.
“Yoga,” you answered on an exhale.
“You do yoga…?”
Another inhale, slowly letting it out.
“Yeah,” you replied. “Started when we got together.”
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“Why…?”
Breathe in, breathe out.
“To stay limber.”
“For what?”
This wasn’t the best pose to hold a conversation in, but his question had you smirking, replying, “When you bend me like a pretzel in bed.”
That had his eyes visibly darkening, seeing his throat bob.
“Fuck,” he gasped, the bags getting tossed onto the ground with a dull thud, him shoving the door shut with his keys still in it, a man clearly on a mission as he made his way over to you.
There was a reason you did yoga while Javier was away—the man had no self-control, and some of the positions would be far too tempting for him to stay away, which was why you were not surprised when he ended up behind you, his hands grabbing onto your hips.
“I love coming home to you,” he rasped. “In our apartment—this is the best housewarming gift.”
That was a little sweet.
A hand left you, landing hard on your ass in a loud smack that sounded throughout the room, making you shout, “Javier,” while trying to keep your balance.
He squeezed the plump flesh of your asscheeks, pressing his groin into you to feel his jean-clad bulge.
“Sorry, baby.”
“You fucking liar—stop distracting me. I’m trying to breathe through this pose.”
“You can keep breathing.” He rubbed his big hands over what he’d been squeezing. “What’s this one called?”
“Downward-facing dog.”
“Mmm.” He hummed. “I like it.”
“Of course you do.” Your arms were beginning to tremble. It was getting too hard to stay up. “There’s another you’ll like, you fuckin’ perv,” you said, getting down onto your hands and knees, feeling his eyes on you as you balanced your weight evenly.
“I’m not a pervert,” he said a little defensively. “Just admiring the woman I love’s body.”
“Uh-huh,” you reply, your spine in a straight line. “You have zero ulterior motives.”
Inhaling, you tilt your pelvis, sticking your ass out, drawing your navel in to drop your belly down, gently lifting your head, relaxing your shoulders, and looking straight ahead in the cow pose.
“Fuck, baby,” Javi groaned. He dropped to his knees, shuffling to get behind you again, gripping your waist. “Yeah, I love this one.” He let you feel that he was already half-hard.
Exhaling, you moved into cat pose, tipping your hips forward, tucking your tailbone, rounding your spine, and dropping your head, seeing your boyfriend’s legs between your own.
“Come back,” Javi said, hearing his frown.
Inhaling, you moved back into cow pose, your ass pushing back into his crotch.
“That’s more like it.”
He was so ridiculous.
“Javi?”
“Yes, Cielito?”
“Is there something you should be doing right now?”
His fingers played with the waistband of your pants.
“Fucking you..?” he sounded hopeful.
“Babe, focus—we can fool around later. Go get your stuff. I’ll help as soon as I finish.”
“But—“
“Javier, we’ll get frisky when you’re done moving.”
“Fine,” he sighed.
A hand came down on your ass in a loud resounding slap before he got up with a groan.
“Javier!” you growled, glaring at him behind you.
He had the audacity to be smirking under that perfectly trimmed mustache of his.
“Sorry, Cielito,” he said. “I love you.”
It was embarrassing how hearing those three little words had the annoyance disappearing, feeling yourself soften.
“I love you, too,” you replied. He smiled big. “Don’t think that’s gonna always work, mister.”
“Right…” He started making his way toward the door.
“It’s not!”
“Okay, baby,” he said over his shoulder. “Whatever you say.” He was pulling open the door and getting his keys out of the lock. “I’ll be back—love you.”
He was gone, the door softly shutting behind him before you could reply, huffing out a breath and focusing back on your yoga.
God, you loved him.
You had done a couple more poses by the time he returned with his arms full of garment bags and jackets—spotting denim, tan, laurel green, and olive green, the pile getting laid on the back of the couch.
He was staring.
“I like that one, too,” he commented, slowly walking toward the door.
Of course he did with you lying on your back, holding your feet that were up in the air, your legs spread, gently rocking side-to-side.
“I’m sure you do.”
“What’s it called?”
“Happy baby.”
“Makes me pretty fucking happy.”
“Go away!” you playfully shouted.
He chuckled, closing the door as he left.
You’d finished your exercise rolling up your mat and storing it away in a corner of your living room when you heard a struggle at the front door, walking over to pull it open and finding Javi holding a big box.
“Thanks, baby,” he said, moving it so he could look at you with a smile. “Did you finish?” he asked, coming inside and setting the box by his duffle bags.
“Yep,” you answered, shutting the door.
It only took a couple of steps to have him in your space, his hand cradling your jaw as he leaned in to kiss you tenderly.
“Hi, Hermosa (Beautiful),” he said when he broke it, a loving look in his eyes and a happy little smile on his lips, trying to pull you in for a hug, but you stopped him.
“Hi, Handsome,” you replied, leaning in to kiss him quickly. “I’m all sweaty and gross—we’ll shower when we’re done. Do you want help bringing in the rest of your stuff? How many more trips do you need to make to your dad’s?”
He frowned.
“This is everything…” he said slowly.
Your eyebrows knitted together.
“Like this trip?” You looked at the things he brought in—the pile of jackets and garment bags, the two duffle bags, the large box. “I feel like you definitely could’ve fit more in the bed of your truck. Were you just in a hurry to see me?” It wouldn’t have surprised you if that was the case, meeting his eyes again.
“No…” He scratched at the back of his head. “This is everything…”
“What do you mean this is everything? Don’t you have furniture or more stuff?”
“Cielito.” He looked pained. “This is all my shit.”
That had your eyes going wide.
“You’re joking,” you reply, not believing him. “Don’t you have stuff from Colombia? Or before Colombia?”
He sighed.
“In Colombia, the apartments were fully furnished, so all I had were my clothes and shit. Before, I, uh, lived with people? My parents, a dorm, Lorraine, then I was in the DEA academy, rented a room for a bit in someone’s house that had furniture while waiting to find out where I’d be sent.”
“You’ve never had your own place...” Your voice was quiet, remembering when he said he didn’t know anything about bedding, now realizing it was because he’d never had to buy any.
“I’ve never had my own place,” he confirmed, and it broke your heart.
Your hands moved to cup his cheeks.
“Javier,” you said in a serious tone, seeing his throat bob. “I need you to understand something.”
“Okay…” he whispered.
“This apartment is yours as much as it’s mine—it’s ours. You have a say in everything. Hell, if you hate my furniture, we can go buy new stuff. I want you to decorate how you want and buy knick-knacks; I want you to love living here and feel like it’s your home.”
His eyes had gone misty, a small smile on his lips, rubbing his hands along your sides.
“It already feels like home,” he said softly. “I already love living here.”
“You haven’t even moved in…”
“No.” He shook his head. “But I’ve been here almost every day since we started dating, and I’ve felt at home.”
Warmth spreads through your body, feeling happy.
“Good.” You smiled. “Because I want you here, and I’m over the fucking moon that you’re living with me. Please do what you want. Make this your space. Hey, we could even put that Farrah Fawcett poster at your dad’s in our bedroom if you wanted.”
He huffed out an amused breath.
“Always gonna give me shit about it, huh?”
Patting his cheek, you replied, “Of course, babe.”
“She can stay where she’s at”
“If that’s what you’d like.”
His eyes darted away.
“There’s one thing…”
“Okay?”
“You don’t have any pictures hanging on the walls or anywhere…”
You frowned, looking around and realizing he was right. On your walls hung seascape paintings and a clock. There was a photo album tucked away on your bookshelf where you put all of the photos your family sent, never having any want to display them and be reminded on a daily basis of your perfect parents or your perfect brother and his perfect family—out of sight and out of mind, was how you preferred to live.
“There aren’t any I’d want to put up…” you said carefully.
“I get that with how fucked your family is.” He sighed, squeezing your hips. “I’m just wondering if you’d be okay if I put up a couple of my mom and dad? And some of us, eventually?”
Based on all of the photos hanging on the walls at the ranch, it made sense that Javi would want some here, too, him wanting to see pictures of his mom, who’d passed away some years ago. It warmed your heart how much he loved his family.
“Of course, Javi,” you replied, stroking your thumbs over his cheeks. “I’d love having pictures of them decorating our walls. You know how much I love your parents.”
Even though you’d never met his mother, Javi, and his dad, Chucho, had told you so many stories about her, it felt like you knew her. She was a fantastic woman who’d raised such an incredible man, and you loved her dearly, right alongside Chucho, who’d welcomed you into their family with open arms and practically adopted you.
Meeting your gaze, Javi crookedly smiled. “They love you, too.”
“You have no idea how happy that makes me.”
Pulling you closer, he slotted his lips against yours, kissing the breath right from your lungs.
“Thank you,” he said when he pulled back, and you knew he meant it.
“Nothing to thank me for. Now, let’s start unpacking.”
On the wall behind the front door was a row of coat hooks where your three coats were hung along with Javi’s black leather jacket. While he took the duffle bags to the bedroom, you tackled his pile of coats, having to move things around on the hooks to make space. You started with the blue denim, then the tan number you were delighted to find had unzippable sleeves that would turn it into a vest. The laurel green jacket was similar to the tan one but wasn’t convertible, and the olive green was made from a denim material.
The coat hooks were more than filled by the time you were done and had you wondering why a man needed so many jackets. Shaking your head fondly, you walked back over to the couch to pick up the garment bags that held his suits, your arms full as you made your way into the bedroom.
“We’re gonna need more hangers,” Javi said when you entered the room, finding him with the closet door slid open and a duffle bag open on the ground beside him.
He was in the process of hanging button-up shirts in a myriad of colors and designs. Walking closer, your eyes bulged when you looked in the bag to see it was full of them and a few plaid shirts—the red one you were familiar with, another that had thick black lines with thinner orange ones and squares of white, and the last that was white and dark red. The closet would be filled entirely with his shirts, suits, and your collection of dresses.
“We’re gonna need a bigger closet…” you said under your breath, thinking that when you eventually got a house, you’d probably need his and hers for all the clothes. Holding out the garment bags, you asked, “Can you hang these up?”
Turning, he answered, “Yeah,” taking them from you and hanging up all seven, pushing them all the way to the wall on the empty side of the closet, bending down to grab another shirt when he finished.
“So,” you started. “You don’t have a lot of shit, but you’re really into clothes.”
“What?” he asked, his eyebrows creased as he straightened, holding a pink button-up.
Pointing at the duffle bag, you said again, “You’re really into clothes.”
“They’re just my shirts…”
“In every goddamn color of the rainbow, there are patterned ones, too. Plus, your variety of jackets for every occasion and seven suits.
“There are six suits—one of the bags has my sports coat…”
“A jacket for every occasion!” He was frowning. “How many pairs of pants do you own?”
He thought for a second, mentally calculating.
“Eight,” he mumbled.
Your eyebrow arched.
“All tailored jeans?”
“No… one pair is… corduroy,” he sighed.
“You are really into clothes!” you accused, poking him in the chest.
“I just like to look good…”
“And you always do, babe.”
His arms moved, crossing them over his chest while still holding the shirt, cocking his hip.
“Why are you giving me shit about my shirts when your pretty fucking dresses take up almost half of the closet?”
“Um, because I was not aware of how many you had and that the entire time we’ve been dating, we could’ve been the couple that color coordinates their outfits.”
He visibly perked up, giving you a look.
“You’d, uh, be into that?” he asked.
“Yeah.” You nodded, smiling. “We’d be so cute with my dresses and your shirts.”
He grinned.
“We would.”
“Ugh, I love you,” you said, moving closer and leaning in to kiss him.
“I love you, too,” he murmured against your lips.
Moving back, you said, “I’ll take care of the other bag.”
“Okay.” He nodded.
The remaining duffle bag was at the foot of the bed, the thing a bit heavy as you hauled it over to his tall chest of drawers. It matched your dresser, made from oak with a white finish and dark bronze-toned hardware. His had five drawers; yours was shorter but wider, against the opposite wall with the bed, containing seven drawers and a mirror.
You let it fall to the ground, bending down and undoing the zipper, throwing back the flap to reveal his socks and underwear atop the rest of his clothes.
“Any preference for where you want stuff?” you asked him. “I’m assuming socks and undies in the top drawer. Then do you want me to do your t-shirts or pants?”
“Socks and underwear in the top drawer,” he answered. “T-shirts, jeans, other pants, and bottoms.”
“You got it.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” You smiled, grabbing as many pairs of socks as possible and pulling open the top drawer to put them in.
You got the first drawer done, starting on the second. There were seven t-shirts—three were plain and white, one Fleetwood Mac shirt that was lovingly worn and you thought was originally black but had been washed so many times it’d caused the color and the white writing on the back with the tour dates to fade—this must’ve been a favorite of his. A navy blue one with DEA emblazoned on the front in yellow, the material thin from him wearing it a lot. Next was a maroon t-shirt that on the front had Texas Aggies on it and the Texas A&M University crest; the white printing cracked, the shirt fuzzing and pilling in spots.
There was a black shirt that you were confused by, holding it up as you read it, needing to know the story behind it.
“Javi?”
“Yes, Cielito?”
You were sitting on the carpet with your legs under you.
“I need to know what this is all about.”
You moved it in your hands, turning to hold it out for him to see what it said.
He shuffled in place to face you, his eyes squinting as he read the big lettering, seeing a smile curl up on his lips, Javi snorting.
“Steve got it for me.” He pointed at it. “He had the other one.”
“I’m having a tough time picturing Steve and you wearing matching ‘I’m with stupid’ shirts…” It had an arrow pointing to the left under the writing.
He scoffed.
“No.” He shook his head, amusement on his face. “Wouldn’t be caught fucking dead doing that. I wear that shit when I visit him, and we go out for a drink.”
“Oh my god, you’re an asshole to your best friend.”
“He deserves it.” Javi shrugged.
“I really want to meet him.”
“You will.” He nodded. “He wants to meet you. Connie, too. They won’t get off my ass about it, but—” Javi sighed, resting his hands on his hips while he frowned. “—I visited them a couple of months ago, and they’ve got the new baby. No matter how many times they say it’s okay for us to visit, I don’t want them to worry about us staying with them.”
“We could always stay somewhere else?”
An exasperated breath left him, smiling fondly.
“Connie wouldn’t let us,” he said. “She’d be fucking pissed if we tried. I was, uh, planning on going over there in December? And if you wanted to, instead of seeing your family, we could—”
“I’m in,” you cut him off.
Spending time in Florida sounded way better than going to your home state to visit your family, who didn’t much care for your career or choice of boyfriend and were always putting you down. Seeing the Murphys would be a lot more fun, and you were dying to meet Steve and Connie, having heard so many stories about them and their kids.
He smiled big.
“Then we’ll plan on it.” He nodded, going back to putting away his button-ups.
The t-shirt was folded and set with the others, leaving one more that was also black, unfolding it to see that it had the Jack Daniel’s logo on it.
“I didn’t realize you liked whiskey this much.”
Javi snorted over at the closet.
“I don’t,” he said, not turning around. “Another gift from Steve–-I threw away the Marlboro one.”
Your eyebrows dipped together.
“Were you a heavy smoker and drinker?” you asked.
He’d told you he quit smoking after leaving the DEA and that it was okay for him to have the occasional cigarette, but if Steve was buying him shirts with these brands, then that meant his friend associated him with these things.
“I, uh, smoked a lot—quitting was a bitch. I drank a lot, too, but I wouldn’t say I was an alcoholic.”
“Coming back to the States really changed you,” you mused. “We’ve had one post-sex smoke, and the only times I’ve seen you drink something harder than beer or wine was on our first date and when we went dancing last weekend.”
Looking over his shoulder, his eyes were round.
“I’m happier now,” the words came out thick. “I don’t need that shit anymore. I used to be so fucking miserable and stressed that I needed the vices to get me through it. I, uh, cut down on my drinking when we met. Being here with you, I’ve never been happier or better in my entire fucking life. I love you, Cielito, so fucking much.”
You were feeling a little teary-eyed.
“I love you, too, Javi.”
All the shirts were put away, and you started on his jeans.
Before Javi moved in, he had a drawer to keep clothes in, so as you filled the chest, you put those things away, too—a pair of jeans, an army green t-shirt, a red one in the same style, a few pairs of socks, some grey sweatpants, and one pair of white boxer-briefs.
Once the denim was in its rightful place, next up were the corduroy pants and sweatpants. Your eyes went wide when you pulled out some swimming trunks, holding them up and trying to picture Javi in them—they were salmon pink, and there was no way they’d reach even halfway down his thighs, thinking they were much better than what you imagined he’d wear to the beach.
“Well, I’m all out of hangers,” Javi sighed.
“We can get some later,” you replied distractedly, still staring at the shorts. “Take off your pants.”
“What…?”
Turning your head toward him, he had a confused look on his face.
“Take off your pants and put these on—I need a visual.”
“Right now…?”
“Yes.” You nodded. “You made me model my lingerie purchases last week when I brought them home. It’s your turn.”
A pink tint appeared on his cheeks, the man no-doubt remembering the lacy, deep purple crotchless teddy you’d gotten that barely covered your breasts and left your intimate parts out in the open.
His throat worked as he gulped. “Those were sexy…”
“These are sexy.” You held them up. “Pants off!”
He sighed, walking closer to you, his fingers deftly working to unbutton his shirt.
“Why are you taking off your shirt…?” you asked.
He’d gotten it completely undone, standing next to you, shrugging it off, and tossing it onto the bed behind you.
“You asked for a visual,” he said, his belt clanking as he undid it. Popping open the button of his jeans, hearing the teeth pull apart as he moved down the zipper, him continuing, “I’m gonna give you the whole fucking show.” His pants were lowered to his ankles, and it was not surprising at all to see his soft cock right there in front of your face. He’d freed his sock-covered feet, holding out his hand and taking the trunks, watching in interest as he pulled them on.
As you suspected, they didn’t make it halfway down his thighs.
He stood there with his hands on his hips, his weight to one side, your eyes drinking him in—the noticeable bulge in the front, moving up to the trail of hair below his belly button, his soft tummy, his pecs, those broad shoulders of his, seeing dark hickeys, and some faded littered across his chest, and along his neck, him smiling knowingly under his mustache down at you.
“Yeah,” he said. “You fucking like them.”
Sitting up, you moved to face him, rubbing your hands up his thighs, getting your fingers under the shorts, and looking up at him through your lashes.
“I do,” you purred. “Turn—”
He didn’t even let you finish, already turning in place so you could see his butt.
Javier’s ass wouldn’t be classified as voluptuous by any means, but you were pretty sure he’s been eating more since you got together because the man had developed a bit of a booty. There was more of it now, than when you first met, seeing the evidence with how the swimming trunks were a little tight as they hugged and accentuated it.
Damn, he looked good. Front, back, you loved it all.
Those cheeks begged to be touched, and you gave in, hands grabbing the plump flesh, hearing Javi chuckle.
“God, I love your butt,” you said, massaging him.
“I know you do.”
Letting go, you stared at it again, admiring and appreciating the roundness. It was practically a compulsion; not sure why you wanted to do it, feeling like his ass was a magnet pulling you in, and it had you leaning forward, sinking your teeth into the pillowy softness of his asscheek.
Javi jumped, yelping, “Fuck!” Detaching you from him, he spun around with his hands holding his ass, looking betrayed.
“Sorry!” you apologized quickly.
“Why is it always my ass?”
“There’s just something about it that makes me wanna bite it like an apple.”
He was frowning.
“My ass?”
“Yeah.” You nodded. “Your butt makes my brain go chomp,” you said, showing him your teeth and biting them together. “I thought you were into biting?”
His eyebrows creased together.
“What?”
Your eyebrow rose.
“You’re really gonna pretend like you’re not always biting me during sex? Javier, you bite me all the time.”
“That’s different.”
“Says the man who’s bitten my ass on multiple occasions for the hell of it. I see, so there’s a double standard, and we can only have one ass biter in this relationship.”
“You can bite me,” he said a little too quickly.
That was an interesting response.
“You didn’t seem to like me doing it…” you said slowly. “What am I missing?”
He sighed, pressing his fingers to his forehead.
“You bit where Enrique got me, and it just surprised me.”
Enrique was a big asshole of a horse at his dad’s ranch who’d bit Javi’s ass the first time he took you there less than a month ago, his buttcheek still sporting a giant yellowish-green bruise.
Your eyes rounded.
“Oh, shit!” you exclaimed. “I forgot—I’m so sorry, babe.”
His hand dropped, meeting your eyes.
“It’s okay,” he reassured. “Thank fuck, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Grimacing, you replied, “Yeah. I’m still sorry.”
“I promise it’s okay, baby.”
“If you say so.” Your brain was thinking back on one of his comments that had you wondering something. “Javi?”
“Yes, Cielito?”
“Theoretically, let’s say we’re fucking, a face-to-face position, and you’re hitting it so good, just really railing my brains out, giving me that top-tier dick and I happened to bite your shoulder or neck, you would be…” you trailed off.
“Really fucking into it,” he answered right away.
That had you smiling.
“New kink unlocked! How fun. Can’t wait to do that one.”
He chuckled.
“I can’t wait, either. Will you hand me the tie box?” he asked, pointing toward the bag.
“Yeah,” you replied, twisting your upper body to reach behind you to grab what he asked for.
It was a black rectangular wooden box with glass on top and tall enough to hold his rolled-up ties and belts. Looking inside, there were twelve compartments, ten of them filled with ties, while another had a black belt, and the other had cufflinks, handing it over to him. He set it on top of his dresser while you put away the other two pairs of swimming trunks in the same style as the ones he was wearing, just in different colors—black and army green.
The duffle bag was now empty, Javi moving around you to bend down and pick it up, taking it to the closet for storage. The other one still had shirts that needed to be hung, and you both agreed to run to the store after you finished unpacking. Walking back over to you, he offered you his hands, which you gladly accepted for him to help you up from the floor.
You were standing in front of him, asking, “You gonna put your clothes back on?”
He smirked, his hands landing on your hips, rubbing circles into them with his thumbs.
“Why would I want to put anything else on when I’m almost naked?”
“That’s a good point,” you said, nodding. “You hate clothes and only wear them around the apartment, so I’m not constantly distracted by your dick.”
“You’re distracted by my dick even when I wear clothes…”
“Have you seen it?” you asked. “Like that’s a dick that needs to be immortalized—worshipped—Fuck, if he wasn’t dead, I’d have Michelangelo carve me a goddamn statue of you naked ‘cause you’re a fucking masterpiece.”
A laugh sputtered from his lips, his dimple appearing and his eyes crinkling at the edges as he started laughing.
Your brows furrowed.
“Why are you laughing?” you asked, playfully hitting his bare chest. “I’m being serious. I’d pay good money for a statue of you, and honestly, if Disney movies have taught me anything, it’s that it’s completely reasonable to have a statue of your boyfriend to thirst over.”
“Are you talking about the mermaid one?” he asked after calming down.
“Yeah.”
“They weren’t even together. She was just obsessed with him,” he pointed out.
“And he was obsessed with her. That’s beside the point.” You pouted. “I’m now very upset that I can’t have a beautiful marble statue of you naked.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” he replied, kissing you softly. “Just ask, and I’ll be happy to get naked for you any time.”
“Promise?”
“Oh, yeah.” He moved to look you in the eyes, a smirk on his lips. “You could even take pictures if that makes you feel better.”
Gasping, you replied, “I can have nudes of you?”
One of his eyebrows rose.
“Yeah? You let me take pictures of you. I’d be a dick if I didn’t return the favor.”
“You’re the fucking best, and I love you.”
His face softened.
“I love you, too.”
Slanting his lips against yours, he kissed you tenderly, your hands moving up to thread your fingers in his hair.
A minute passed before you were separating, both smiling at each other.
“We should finish unpacking, so we can finally shower,” you said.
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
Grabbing his hand, you started leading him out of the bedroom.
“So, what’s in the box?” you asked.
“Shoes, books, shit from my bathroom, other shit.”
“A lot of shit,” you teased.
“Yeah,” he chuckled.
Arriving at the box, he pulled open the top that hadn’t been taped shut.
“Javi?”
He looked at you.
“Yes, Cielito?”
“Did you bring over your mom’s rosary?”
It had beautiful red beads, and a silver cross, his mother giving it to him before she died.
“I did.” He nodded. “I already put it in my bedside table.”
“Would you want to get a small jewelry box for it?”
He fondly smiled.
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
“Then we’ll get one.” You nodded.
The box wasn’t all the way full, pulling out his shoes first—two pairs of Oxford’s in brown and black, some cowboy boots that you discovered he occasionally wore out and about, and most surprising, a pair of nice chocolate-colored leather flip flops. They were all put on the floor behind the front door with your own shoes, mentally adding a shoe rack to the list of things you needed to buy when you went to the store.
A black pouch had the things he used to trim his mustache, Javi taking that, a razor, and some other toiletries to put away in the bathroom. A case held a spare pair of Aviators, which went onto his dresser, along with his bottle of cologne and sunscreen. Another case, had his reading glasses that were put atop his bedside table. He’d brought his Lord of the Rings trilogy, The Hobbit, and some other books that had worn spines and were clearly his favorites, finding homes on the bookshelf in the living room. He’d pulled out some pictures from between the pages of Return of the King that included him at different ages with his mom, a couple of him and his dad, and Javi with both of his parents. The plan was to pick up picture frames to hang them all up, pointing at places around the living room they could go, making Javi smile.
It looked like only one item was left at the bottom of the box, your eyebrows pulling together when you reached in to pull it out.
The chestnut-colored teddy bear had seen better days, the white on its ears and paws discolored, stitches showing where it’d been sewn back together in spots, the toy lacking in stuffing to make it a bit floppy. It was a raggedy old thing from years of being cherished, and you loved it immediately.
“Who do we have here?” you asked him as you straightened, smiling.
Javi took the stuffed animal from you, gently.
“You probably think it’s really fucking weird I have this,” he said softly. “His name is Osito, and he’s as old as me.”
There was embarrassment flaming on his cheeks, not meeting your gaze.
When you’d gone to Chucho’s for the first time, he’d pulled out photo albums filled with pictures of Javi growing up, and now that you were thinking about it, you remember seeing this stuffed animal in many of them when he was little.
“Your favorite toy?”
“Yeah.”
“Can’t get rid of it?”
“No.” He scratched at the back of his neck with his free hand. “I’ve always kept him at the ranch—didn’t want to travel with him. Figured since we’ll be living together for a long fucking time, I’d bring him. If that’s okay…?” he sounded unsure. “Fuck, this is weird. I’m a grown man who can’t get rid of a fucking teddy bear. I’ll take it back to my dad’s, and we can forget about this.”
He was spiraling, and you needed to make him feel better.
“Come with me,” you said, taking his empty hand and having him follow you through the living room and into the bedroom. At the closet, you stood in front of your half of it, letting go of Javi to slide open the wooden door. “Had I known about Osito,” you said, reaching up on the top shelf to move a bag aside, grabbing what you were looking for hidden in the back. “I would’ve introduced you to Pooh-bear sooner.”
Turning around, you showed him your own raggedy childhood stuffed animal—a Winnie the Pooh bear, the golden brown terry cloth of his body stained in some places and poorly done stitching in others to keep him together, his red shirt having faded a little over time.
Javi had a warm smile on his face.
“Favorite toy?” he asked.
“Oh, yeah.”
“Can’t get rid of it?”
“Absolutely not,” you giggled, hugging the bear to your chest. “He was a gift from my grandparents—the ones I loved who’d take me on adventures during the summer.”
“Your mom’s parents, right?”
There have been many stories told about each of your childhoods, and Javi was well aware of the month you’d spend every summer growing up with your maternal grandparents, traveling. They’d whisk you away to beaches, national parks, and theme parks, taking you on adventures and giving you a break from your parents.
Your favorite memories during those years were with them.
“Yeah.” You grinned. “Got him on my first birthday, and he’s been with me ever since.” Holding him up, you pointed to his leg, which was clearly sewn back on with black thread, saying, “I learned how to sew patching him up—my mom would’ve just thrown him out and gotten me a new one, but he’s special. So, I did all of these.” There were quite a few places that had to be stitched, a variety of colored threads used. “In my teens, I did cosmetic surgery on him and gave him fillers.”
Javi snorted.
“You put more stuffing into him?”
“Yes. He needed it, and after my grandparents passed away when I was in high school, I wanted to make sure he’d last.” You cuddled the bear close, something you’ve done so many times you’ve lost count.
“Yeah.” Javi nodded. He showed you Osito, seeing the very nice repair work where there had been tears, “Mi mamá did all of these ‘cause she knew how much I loved him.”
“Can’t ever get rid of him. He’s too damn special.”
“He is. Can’t get rid of yours either.” He pointed at it.
“Nope. Where should we keep them?”
“Closet?”
“Good call. They’ll be safe and hidden, so we don’t have to worry about them watching us have sex.”
Javi made a face that had you giggling, stepping out of his way as he moved to get into the closet. He pushed things around on the top shelf until he’d made room to set down Osito, him turning to gingerly take Pooh-bear and putting him right beside his bear so they were pressed together.
“There,” he said. “Safe.” He closed the closet door. “And they can’t stare while we’re fucking.”
“Thank god!” you laughed.
He turned to face you with a mischievous expression, quickly stepping closer to press his practically bare body to your front, his hands grabbing your ass.
“Speaking of fucking,” he rasped, slowly walking you back toward the bed while you held onto his shoulders.
“I said we’d fool around after you’re done moving,” your tone was exasperated, the back of your legs hitting the mattress.
“Nothing else to move,” he replied, gripping your thighs to lift them around his waist as he pushed you back onto the bed, him landing on top of you. His mouth attacked your neck, kissing and sucking at your skin.
“Javi!” you giggled. “We’re not done!”
“We’re done.” He nipped at your pulse point.
“No, we’re not—” the last word turned into a moan with him sucking hard at a sensitive spot. Pushing at his shoulders, you said, “Stop trying to distract me.”
His head came up to look you in the eyes, and his mouth dipped down in a worried frown.
“Am I being too much?” he asked. “I’ll lay off if you’re not in the mood…”
“What?” Your hands moved to stroke through the hair above his ears. “You’re fine, babe, and I’m definitely in the mood.” He smiled. “But I want to get you settled in before we retire to our chambers for the evening,” you said with a wag of your eyebrows.
Huffing out in amusement, he replied, “I’m settled in. I’m settled right where I want to be.” He leaned down, kissing a streak along your jaw.
As tempting as it was to give in with the arousal burning in your belly and feeling him half-hard at the apex of your thighs, things still needed to be done.
“You’re so fucking ridiculous,” you giggled, tangling your fingers in his hair. “We have to go to the store to get hangers and all the other stuff we need so you can finish unpacking, then shower time.”
He playfully nipped at your chin, moving to meet your gaze.
“Store run, put the shirts away. Anything else?”
“Get rid of the box.”
“And then I can get you naked?”
“And then you can get me naked.” You nodded.
“Okay.” He groaned as he got up from the bed to stand beside it, pulling you with him.
“Thank you for being understanding,” you said, pressing close to kiss him, his arms wrapping around your back.
“Once we’re done with everything,” his words were muffled into your mouth, his hands going low to grip your backside. “I’m hauling your ass into our shower and fucking you against the wall.”
Smiling into his lips, you replied, “Good.”
“Then,” he continued, “I’m taking you to our bed and eating your pretty little pussy until you beg me to stop.
Your cunt clenched at the thought.
“Javi,” you moaned, kissing him harder, his tongue pushing between your lips to slide along your own, getting your fingers into his hair. The kiss was quick, pulling back, panting. “You’re in a mood,” you said, smiling.
“Yeah, ‘cause I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day.”
“You think about me every day,” you teased, smirking.
He crookedly smiled. “Well, yeah, but you said you love me—” He pressed a hand over his heart “—you love me. You asked me to move in, too, and Christ, I’m so fucking happy—I checked my keys too many times just to make sure I hadn’t dreamed it or some shit. Almost asked Pop to pinch me a couple of times, too—which, I annoyed the fuck out of him with how fucking out of it I was.” He let out a soft sigh. “It’s true. I think about you every day.” He nodded. “But today? I was thinking about the woman I love, who loves me, and that I now share a home with, and it fucking got me going that I was coming home to you—that I’ll come home to you every goddamn day for the rest of my life.” His eyes were locked on yours. “I’m in a mood for you because I’m so fucking in love with you.”
Your throat was feeling a little tight.
“Javier, I want to cry, but also suck your dick. You’re so fucking sweet. Like, I think there’s a chance I might melt into goo with how I feel right now.” He chuckled, your hands holding his face. “I’m so fucking in love with you it’s disgusting. Robyn, at work, made gagging noises multiple times today because I’d stare wistfully off into the distance daydreaming about you.” She had to snap her fingers in front of your face an embarrassing amount of times. “The feelings are more than mutual, and I am beyond happy to have you living here and knowing that you love me. Ugh, I love you!”
You kissed him again. This time, his hand slid along your jaw, his mouth slanting as he deepened it, making your toes curl. This was one of those all-encompassing kisses where he took up all of your senses to the point that the only thing going through your brain was him and how much you loved him.
He broke away when your lungs began to ache, both of you panting.
“I love you, Cielito,” he husked.
“I love you, too, Javi.”
He smacked your ass. “I’m gonna get dressed.”
“I’ll take care of the box,” you laughed, giving him a peck before padding out to the living room.
There wasn’t a need for you to change your outfit, comfortable with leaving the house in your yoga pants and t-shirt.
Arriving at the large cardboard box, you grabbed the edges, pausing when you realized something was still at the bottom. Confusion was on your face as you bent over to reach inside and grab the item—standing back up, you stared at the colorful VHS sleeve that advertised the brand of tape but no details on the front or back as to what was on the cassette, pulling it out and there being nothing written on the black plastic to give you any clues.
You wondered what could be on it, especially if your boyfriend brought it. Many possibilities were floating through your brain, the curiosity causing you to call out, “Javi?”
“Yes, baby?” His voice came from the other room.
“Did you bring a homemade porno with you?”
Could be something filmed or a recording of a dirty film he bought from someone.
“What?” His figure was immediately in the bedroom doorway with his pants on and hands stopped in their movements of buttoning up his shirt, leaving it gaping at his chest. “Did I bring a what?” he asked.
Holding up the tape, you repeated the question, “Did you bring a homemade porno with you?”
His eyes were squinting at it, looking just as confused as you felt, making his way over to you.
“I have no fucking idea what that is.”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed—I don’t care if it’s porn. You’re well aware of my romance novels.”
He was next to you, taking the VHS from your offered hand, going through the motions of examining it just as you had.
“Cielito, I didn’t bring any porn or this.” There was worry in his eyes when he looked at you. “I’ve never seen this before—I didn’t pack it.”
“Well, how did it get with your stuff?” you asked. “It was under Osito…”
“He was the first thing I put in the box.”
“Where’d you get the box?”
“It was one I already had from Colombia, and I’d unpacked everything in it.”
“Did that come from Colombia, then?” you asked, pointing at it.
A look of fear came over him, seeing his face go pale and his eyes widen.
“I… I…” he stuttered. Swallowing hard, he tried again, “I don’t think so. I don’t even know what it’d be if it was.”
“Well, let’s put it in and see,” you said, shrugging. Reaching for it, he moved it away from you.
His voice went quiet and serious, “I need you to go into the bedroom while I check this out.”
“What? Javi, it’s fine. Just put it in.”
“No. I can’t risk you seeing shit you shouldn’t.” His eyes were pleading. “Please, baby, just go to the other room. I need to make sure it’s safe.”
His reaction had you worrying your lip between your teeth, wondering what horrible things he thought could be on the tape.
Nodding your head, you squeezed your arms around his middle in a quick hug before going into the bedroom, closing the door with a soft click.
He said he didn’t want you to see something you shouldn’t, but he didn’t say anything about hearing, immediately pressing your ear to the wooden door.
The television came on, some show playing on cable for only a second, when the voices disappeared, knowing he turned it to channel three for the VHS player. You heard the various clicks as he put in the tape and then silence.
He muted the TV.
Of course, he fucking muted the TV.
Sighing loudly, you decided to stay put in case there were signs of distress.
Javi’s voice was barely above a whisper, hearing him say, “Amá?”
The sound on the television suddenly came on, the familiar laugh of Chucho being heard.
“Cielito!” Javi excitedly shouted. “Baby, come here!”
You’d never left a room quicker, flinging the door open and sprinting into the adjoining living room to find Javi crouched in front of the glowing TV.
The screen wasn’t in view, but you could hear Chucho speaking Spanish with a woman whose voice you didn’t recognize, Javi waving you over.
“Cielito, baby, come here.” Turning, he pushed the coffee table behind him against the couch to make space for him to sit on the rug in front of the entertainment center, pulling you into his lap when you got within reach. His arm was around your middle, holding you close, his other hand pointing at the screen, his head close to yours as you both watched. His words came out thick with emotion, “Cielito, I want you to meet mi mamá.”
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He couldn’t take his eyes off the television seeing his mom in the kitchen at the ranch, his dad recording her standing at the stove, adding red chile sauce to shredded pork in a big pot.
The video was grainy, the colors brighter than they should be, but there was his mom with her hair up in a tight bun, wearing her baby blue apron to keep her pink blouse clean, looking lovingly exasperated with his father’s antics. The date in the bottom corner said it was filmed on December 11, 1984, which means she was prepping to make tamales.
His eyes were watering, his throat closing up as he heard her speak with the voice he remembered so well, not how she sounded the last and final time he saw her. She looked so full of life here, and he felt like his heart would explode from how fucking happy he was—it may not be in person, but his Cielito was getting to meet his mom, or at least see her alive, and hear her speak.
“Mi amor,” Chucho said behind the camera. “¿Cómo hiciste la salsa de chile rojo (My love, how did you make the red chile sauce)?”
“Ya sabes cómo la hice (You know how I made it),” Antonia replied, looking toward him with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
“Sí, pero díselo a la cámara, por favor (Yes, but say it to the camera, please),” his dad chuckled. “Nuestros futuros nietos necesitan saber (Our future grandchildren need to know).”
A sweet little smile pulled up on her lips, her eyes brightening. “Bueno, para mis nietos, si (Well then, for my grandkids, yes). Pero sólo los nietos (But only for the grandkids). Es una receta secreta (It’s a secret recipe).”
Javier’s chest squeezed tight, his breath hitching in his throat, feeling like a fucking disappointment that there wouldn’t be any grandchildren to pass this on to.
Cielito loved him, that was a fact, but would she still love him after discovering all the dirty details of the things he’d done in South America? His biggest fear was she’d find out about everything—the good, the bad, the ugly, and be so horrified she ended things. This was why he was too chicken-shit to get it all off his chest. She may have been supportive when he revealed the other unsavory things from his past, but Colombia was different—people died, many people died, and the blood was on his hands. That asshole, Stechner, told him in that bar he should’ve been in jail for all he’d done, and the other man wasn’t wrong—Javier had been genuinely surprised to be given a cushy office instead of a cold, dank cell.
Fuck, he was so frightened this tape had anything to do with the DEA. He was ready to destroy it without even watching it, not wanting to risk his girlfriend getting a glimpse of what he’d seen and done.
It was inevitable that she’d find out because he planned to tell her at some point. He just hoped that she wouldn’t leave him or think too differently of him when the time came. Knowing the truth would solidify the fact that he wasn’t the good man she thought he was and that he definitely wasn’t someone worthy enough to father her children—he didn’t deserve kids and never would.
It felt like he’d been stabbed in the gut, letting the tears fall as the sadness weighed his body down, mourning something he’d never even gotten close to having. He pulled her closer, hugging both arms around her, happy he got to have her at least, and that was all he needed.
“Wait,” she said, turning her head to look at him. “This video is for your kids?” she asked.
His mom was on the screen giving step-by-step instructions on how to make the sauce while she made the tamale filling.
Wiping at his eyes, his voice was rough when he answered, “Yeah. Shit, I should’ve asked if you needed me to translate. She said she’d only tell the recipe to her grandkids because it’s a secret.”
“You’re okay.” She kissed his cheek. “I can make out some of the words they’re saying and got that she’s giving her top-secret tamale recipe to her nietos (grandchildren)—your children.”
“Yeah, Pop probably snuck this into the box for you to see her cook.”
He’d done his best to make sure his dad knew he wouldn’t be fathering a new generation of their bloodline, but Chucho was so fucking optimistic.
She frowned at him, asking, “Can you pause the video?”
He grabbed the controller beside him on the floor, hitting the button to freeze the screen. Moving in his lap, she straddled his thighs, their chests touching, her face close to his, looking him in the eyes while pushing her fingers in the hair at the back of his head.
“Javi?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I’m sorry to interrupt this beautiful home movie and seeing your mom, who is amazing, by the way.” He smiled. “I don’t think your dad put this in the box for me, as sweet as that’d be. He said it was for your children—” His heart started pounding. “—and with us using the ‘L’ word and moving in together, I think this was his way of subtly kicking you in the ass about how much he fucking wants grandkids.” Stroking her fingers through his hair, she continued, “You get this panicked look when kids are brought up that you’re giving me right now, and it makes me think you don’t want any, but you started crying when your mom was talking about your children getting her recipe, and I want to know, with being your partner and all, do you want kids?”
Blood was pounding in his ears, definitely feeling the obvious panic on his face because how did he explain he wanted kids, but if she knew about his past, she wouldn’t even fathom the possibility of having any with him? He’d fucked up his chances at becoming a father and wasn’t good enough to be one, anyway. Any children he brought into this world would be ashamed to have him as a dad.
“I… I… Uh…” he was stumbling. Taking a deep breath, he thought about how he could answer the question. “It, uh.” He stared at the tv to avoid her gaze. “It, uh, doesn’t matter if I wanted kids, I’d be a terrible father, and you wouldn’t want to have any with someone like me.”
“Javier, what the fuck are you talking about?” Her hand cupped his cheek, making him look at her. “Someone like you? You’re a wonderful man who's so full of love and cares so much. We have two non-human children that you dote on! You’d be a wonderful father, and you can’t tell me otherwise.”
“You don’t know everything about me…” he whispered.
“So? Doesn’t mean I’ll love you any less.”
“You might…”
She snorted.
“Highly doubt it, but you can tell me if it’ll ease your mind.”
He grimaced. “I… can’t. Not yet.” Sighing, he continued, “Let me just enjoy what we have before the other shoe drops.”
There was a prominent frown on her lips.
“That’s extremely ominous… A couple of questions.”
“Okay…?”
“Like, were you secretly some kind of serial killer?”
“What? No. Why do you keep asking if I’m a fucking serial killer?”
She’d asked on their first date, too.
“Because Javier, you keep saying extremely suspicious shit!” Her voice went low, trying to mimic his, “‘I’m worried you won’t like me after I tell you about myself.’ ‘Let me just enjoy what we have before the other shoe drops.’” She spoke normally, again, “Like, either you’re secretly a serial killer or a fucking vampire.” Gasping in shock, she pressed her hand to her mouth. “Javier,” she said his name in a serious tone, “All of the biting—is your deep dark secret that you’re a vampire? You can tell me; you don’t have to lie. We can keep it between us.”
His eyes narrowed, processing what she’d just said, so caught off guard he felt unbalanced.
“A vampire?” he asked. “The fuck? The creatures with fucking, uh, fangs that drink blood? Fucking Dracula?”
He’d read the book in college and thought it was okay. Supernatural shit wasn’t really his thing unless it was written by Stephen King—he enjoyed The Shining, both the book, and film.
“I’ve never seen you drink blood…” She had a suspicious look on her face. “But if you were an undead creature of the night, it would explain all of the brooding and self-loathing you do—you’re basically Angel from Buffy.”
He was so fucking confused—how did they get here?
“Brooding…? Self-loathing…?” he questioned. Javier wasn’t broody… Right? Shit, was he broody? He gets the self-loathing part, but brooding? And who the fuck was Angel? “I’m not a vampire… Or brooding,” he said defensively.
“Sure, Javi.”
“I’m not,” he grumbled. “Why would you think vampire?”
“It’s insane, right?”
“Yeah…”
“Yeah. It is. Just like how you keep fucking thinking that telling me about the shit that happened in Colombia will make me hate you. I love you. All of you, even the dark pieces you hide from me.” She poked him in the chest. “And if you think I don’t have an idea of what went down, I’ll have you know I followed the news about the cartels because we dealt with a lot of fucking overdoses in the city.” Javier swallowed thickly, knowing she worked in Dallas for years—of course, she saw firsthand what the drugs were doing. “I swear most of the hospital went to the bar to celebrate the day Pablo Escobar died.” Her face softened, pushing some of his hair out of his face. “I know you dealt with horrible fucking shit, and it’s going to be really hard to talk about, but I can promise I’ll still love you after you tell me. I don’t care about anything you did back then—the good far outweighs the bad. I also know you’d be a terrific father, especially with how concerned you are about your past. You’ve got some shit you need to work through, and it’s gonna take us some time, but I’m here. Javi?”
He felt… really fucking stupid and loved, tears threatening to spill, him choking out, “Yes, Cielito?”
“The two takeaways from this conversation should be, I love you, no matter what, and I would fucking love to have your babies, if that’s ever something you’d want.”
Shock settled over him, his eyes big and eyebrows in his hairline.
“Really?” he breathed.
It seemed too good to be true. Maybe he’d misheard.
She gave him a smile that could’ve outshone the sun with its radiance.
“Oh, yeah. We’d make the cutest kids, but we gotta get you outta that head of yours first.” She tapped her finger on the side of his skull. “I’d also like us to be married, too. We’ve got time, and we’ll get there. Just know I’m not going anywhere, okay? You’re stuck with me.”
That warm fuzzy feeling was spreading through his veins, Javier so happy.
“You’re the one stuck with me.”
“A couple of dumbasses stuck together—I love us.”
He smiled.
“I love us, too.” His hands moved, cradling her face in his big palms, smiling. “Thank you,” he said. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, putting everything he had into the kiss, hoping she could feel his love, devotion, that he was the happiest man on the entire fucking planet.
Final kisses were placed to her lips, each cheek, her chin, and finally her nose, her mouth turned up in a dreamy smile.
“You’re a cutie,” she said, looking at him.
“I think you’re pretty fucking cute, too,” he replied with the same expression.
Her head got closer, her chin tilting up, “Chomp,” she said, softly biting the tip of his nose.
An amused breath left him.
“Are you a vampire?” he asked.
She pecked his mouth.
“Ha, no,” she answered. “I love the beach too fucking much. Let’s finish watching the movie.”
Before he knew it, she was comfortable sitting in his lap again with his arm around her, resting her head against his shoulder, him pressing the play button.
His mother’s voice filled the air, a comforting sound that felt like he’d been wrapped in a cozy blanket, hearing her veer off from the recipe into an anecdote, her holding up her hand and clenching her fist.
“She’s talking about how mi abuela (my grandmother) would squeeze the red chiles with her hands at the kitchen table—it was before blenders,” he translated.
“Oh god, her hands must’ve hurt from the spice.”
“Mamá says she never felt the burn, even with the chiles being so fucking spicy.”
“Your mom did not use the word ‘fucking.’”
He snorted. “No, she said incredibly spicy, but same thing.” He shrugged.
“How did your grandma get it into the sauce consistency?”
“Wooden pestle and some kind of strainer, according to Mom—made it really fucking velvety.”
“Again, your mother did not use ‘fucking.’”
“No, but she says her mom’s sauce was better than hers, which I know is a fucking lie.”
Her hand came up behind her to pat his cheek.
“You’re a real mama’s boy, and it’s adorable—so your mom used a blender?”
“Yes, blender, then through a strainer with the pestle to get it smooth.”
“Okay, got it.”
His mom had moved her pot off the hot burner to let it cool, explaining her process for the corn husks and how she made the tamale dough, masa.
“She says,” he said, “the secret to keeping the tamales moist and flavorful is not being afraid to add fat.”
“I feel like I should be jotting down notes. What does she use?”
He smiled, loving how invested she was in his mother’s cooking.
“She uses lard, which is what they use in Mexico.”
“Good to know.”
Antonia was talking about the consistency of the dough and how smooth it should be, offering solutions if it wasn’t coming out right.
“Wait,” Cielito said, “What did she say about the cup of water?”
“That you drop a small piece of the masa into it, and if it floats, it’s ready, but if it sinks, you need to add more fat.”
“That makes sense.”
He watched his mom get a corn husk that had been soaking in a bowl of water to show how to assemble a tamale.
She sighed, looking at the camera. “Extraño mi Javiercito (I miss my Javier),” she said sadly. “El es mi buena suerte—siempre la comida me sale más rica cuando él está aquí (He is my good luck—the food always turns out better when he’s here).”
Javier felt tears gather in his eyes, Cielito lacing their fingers together over her middle.
“You were her good luck,” she whispered.
“Yeah, I was.”
Was him being so far away from home why she got sick? Had she needed his luck? He let the questions leave his brain as quickly as they came, not wanting to dwell on things he couldn’t change.
“Sé que lo extrañas, mi media naranja (I know you miss him, my soulmate),” Chucho replied, sounding just as sad. “Lo extraño también (I miss him, too). Su cumpleaños es en dos días (His birthday is in two days). ¿Tienes un mensaje para él (Do you have a message for him)?”
“¿Pensé que esto era para los nietos (I thought this was for the grandchildren)?” Her eyebrow was raised.
“Lo es, pero sabes que Javiercito también lo verá (It is, but you know Javier will watch it, too).”
She straightened, excitement showing on her face. “¿Tal vez con su futura esposa (Maybe with his future wife)?” Javier sucked in a breath. “Espero que conozca a una muchacha buena que sepa cocinar (I hope he meets a nice girl who knows how to cook). Le enseñaré cómo hacer todas mis recetas (I’ll teach her how to make all of my recipes).”
“What did she say about your future wife?” Cielito asked.
A tear rolled down his cheek, his words coming out rougher, “That I’d watch this with her and how she hopes my wife is a nice girl who knows how to cook so Mamá can teach her all of her recipes.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, she woulda fucking loved you and been so happy I found you.” More tears fell, squeezing her to him in a hug while her head moved to kiss his jaw, him turning to meet her lips.
“Cálmate, amor (Calm down, love),” Chucho chuckled. “Él tiene que conocer a una muchacha primero (He has to meet a girl first).”
He looked at the screen, seeing his mom frowning. “Está tan ocupado con el trabajo (He’s so busy with work). Seré una anciana cuando la encuentre (I’ll be an old woman when he finds her).”
It felt like he’d been stabbed in the heart that she died before he found his Cielito, thinking of all the time he wasted working and being unhappy.
“¿Tienes un mensaje para él (Do you have a message for him)?” His dad asked again, sounding amused.
She nodded. “Sí. Mijo, por favor apúrate y encuentra a tu media naranja para que pueda tener nietos (Yes. My son, please hurry and find your soulmate so I can have grandchildren).” His dad laughed, Javier crying harder.
“Oh, babe, are you okay?” Cielito asked.
Her head was turned to look at him, Javier meeting her gaze.
“Yeah, she just wanted grandkids as bad as Pop,” he said through the tears, using a hand to wipe at them.
“I know, baby,” she soothed. “One day, she’ll get them, and they’ll be very aware of their Abuela Antonia, who loved them so much before they were even born.”
His heart squeezed tight at the thought, wiping his wet hand on his jeans and pressing it against her cheek.
“I’m so fucking happy I have you,” his voice was throaty, eyes on hers. “Thank you for loving me so goddamn much and wanting kids with me.” His bottom lip was wobbling, taking a deep breath. “I didn’t think anyone would want that with me—didn’t think I fucking deserved it with all the shit I’ve done. I… promise I’ll tell you one day, and I know—believe me, I fucking know, you’ve made it clear you’ll still love me, and I trust you. Trust you with my fucking life. I love you, Cielito, and I knew my mom would love you, too, but this video—” he pointed at the screen with his free hand. “—fucking proves it. She would’ve loved cooking with you and teaching you her recipes, and Christ, she would’ve been so happy I found such an incredible woman. I hate that she’s not here to see me like this.” His voice cracked. “I wish she could see me so fucking happy.”
He pressed his forehead to hers, holding her close while his shoulders shook, letting the emotions leave him to wet his cheeks, her hand a comfort on the back of his head.
“I’m happy to be here, Javi,” she said softly. “I love you, too, and would’ve loved meeting your mom. Seeing her cook and hearing her speak has been lovely. She’s really wonderful.”
“Mi Javiercito,” his mother addressed him, like she had a thousand times before, his head popping up to look at the television to find her staring into the camera with a loving smile. “Estoy muy orgulloso de ti y de todo lo que has hecho (I am so proud of you and all that you’ve done). Eres un hombre bueno con un corazón grande y harás cosas increíbles, lo sé (You’re a good man with a big heart and you’re going to do incredible things, I know it). Eres mi bendición, mi buena suerte, mi hijo que amo con todo mi corazón, y solo deseo que seas feliz y saludable (You are my blessing, my good luck, my son who I love with my whole heart, and I only want you to be happy and healthy).” She smiled mischievously. “Y que encuentres una mujer que te ame y te trate bien para que pueda tener nietos para mimar (And to find a woman who loves you and treats you right so I can have grandchildren to spoil).” His mom laughed, making him smile, missing that sound so much. “Te amo, Javiercito (I love you, Javier). Feliz cumpleaños y acuérdate que te extraño más todos los días y desearía poder ver tu sonrisa (Happy birthday and remember that I miss you more everyday and wish I could see your smile). Te amo, nene (I love you, baby boy).” She blew him a kiss.
“Yo también te amo, Amá (I love you, too, Mom),” Javier whispered, his mom now showing how to assemble the tamale on screen. Seeing her there and hearing her speak, it felt like she was here with him, so he told her what he wished he could. “Seré honesto contigo, mamá, no me siento como un hombre bueno (I will be honest with you, mom, I don’t feel like a good man). No sé si estarías orgulloso de las cosas que hice (I don’t know if you would be proud of the things I did).”
He sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face, his words muffled, “Es difícil (It’s hard),” he continued. “Pero estoy aprendiendo a vivir con lo que he hecho y seguir adelante (But I’m learning to live with what I’ve done and move forward).”
A little smile turned up on his lips, when he looked up, saying, “Mi amor me está ayudando, y ella también piensa que yo soy un hombre bueno (My love is helping and she thinks I’m a good man, too). Amá, dijiste que querías que encontrara a una mujer que me amara y me tratara bien, y lo he hecho (Mom, you said you wanted me to find a woman who loves me and treats me right, and I have).”
A contented feeling came over him, the woman resting her head on his shoulder, watching the movie. He knew she could hear him, and he was thankful she gave him a sense of privacy while he spoke softly.
“Ella es perfecta—ella es cariñosa, dulce, comica y una cocinera increíble (She is perfect—she is loving, sweet, funny and an incredible cook). La hubieras amado, mamá (You would’ve loved her, mom). Habrías podido ver cuánto me ama (You would have been able to see how much she loves me).”
He pressed his hand over his heart as he said, “Mi novia me ama (my girlfriend loves me). Y yo también la amo, más de lo que hay estrellas en el cielo (And I love her, too, more than there are stars in the sky). La llamo mi Cielito, y ella realmente es el cielo (I call her my little heaven, and she really is heaven).”
His mother was on the screen, moving around the kitchen to make more tamales while she chatted with his dad.
“Nunca he sido más feliz, Amá (I have never been happier, mom).”
He sniffed, using his hand to get off some of the wetness on his face. His voice was thicker when he started speaking again, “Ella quiere tener hijos conmigo—tendrás a tus nietos y estoy emocionado (She wants to have kids with me—you will have your grandchildren and I’m excited). Es un sueño hecho realidad (It’s a dream come true). Nunca pensé que sucedería pero ella me ama, mamá (I never thought it would happen but she loves me, mom). Completamente (Completely). Lo bueno y lo malo, ella lo ama todo (The good and the bad, she loves it all). Te extraño mucho pero quiero que sepas que estoy feliz y saludable como usted quería (I miss you a lot, but know I am happy and healthy like you wanted). Te amo, Amá (I love you, mom).”
She looked at the camera, smiling brightly, and it felt like she’d heard all he said.
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They made it a point to go out on a date at least once a week.
A thing Javier loved about Cielito was she never expected him to wine and dine her at the most expensive restaurant in town or take her to some party where she knew more people than he did—no, his Cielito just wanted to spend time with him and didn’t really give a shit where they went.
Dinner? The movies? A drive? A walk around downtown? All acceptable options, and they took turns deciding what they’d do.
The weekly dinner at his dad’s didn’t count as a date and was more them spending time as a family and bonding. It was revealed that the video of his mom making tamales had come from Chucho’s small collection of home movies he’d filmed over the years, him going through it after meeting Cielito for the first time to find ones they could watch for her to get to know Antonia, thinking that one was the perfect introduction—it had been, but a little warning would have been nice, instead of Javier feeling like he had his heart fucking ripped out.
It was the Saturday before he was supposed to start his new job with the Webb County Sheriff, taking Cielito to the ranch for dinner, the two of them spending a little bit of time out on the land seeing their bovine children—the two cows he’d practically raised from birth, Daphne and Velma. They’d sat on the grass, with Cielito in his lap and the girls lying beside them, watching the sunset. This week was his turn to plan a date, and she’d thought that was it, but Javier had a surprise for her.
They went back to his dad’s when it started getting dark, hanging out on his couch with him, watching an old video of one of Javier’s college swim meets, which Chucho had recorded, complete with commentary from both of his parents in attendance. He’d been thankful it was a match he won, Cielito very impressed with his skills and unsurprisingly handsy when they got out to his truck to leave.
She’d been confused when they left the driveway and went the opposite direction of the town with only the headlights to guide them down the road, him pulling off the pavement after a while and jumping out to open a gate, not worrying about closing it with no cattle out this far.
Javier was a romantic, and tonight he didn’t feel like being out in public, wanting to have a quiet night with the love of his life, just relaxing and enjoying each other's company someplace that wasn’t their apartment—which was how they ended up out in the middle of nowhere on his father’s land, the night air warm, lying atop the blankets and pillows he’d stashed before they left home in the bed of his truck. She was snuggled up against his side, her head cushioned on his chest, his arm around her back with his fingers drawing shapes on her dress-covered hip, his other hand holding hers over his belly, both staring up at the clear sky full of brightly shining stars.
“They’re just so big and bright,” she said in wonder, and it made him smile.
“It’s all the wide-open space—not much light pollution out here.”
The Milky Way was visible, seeing the star clusters, dust lanes, and nebulas glowing, along with the myriad of other glittering stars amongst the dark backdrop everywhere the eye could see. No other place he’d traveled to had this kind of view, and he could stare at it for hours, struck by the beauty and in awe of the expansiveness, always humbled by the fact that what he was looking at was billions of years old—his mother had seen these same stars, his mother’s mother, his ancestors, along with every other fucking person on the goddamn planet, have seen these same stars.
Time slowed down when he stared at the night sky, the dark and quiet, peaceful, the lights slowly drifting over him, feeling so tiny in comparison to the vastness—it was calming, a reality check that the universe was so fucking big, his everyday problems and worries were nothing—they didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things.
“It’s so fucking beautiful,” she said.
“It is. I can only think of one other thing that beats it.”
“You’re a liar. There’s nothing else prettier.”
“Yes, there is.”
“I’ll humor you. What in the world is better than all of this?” she asked, moving her head to look up at him, his own propped on a pillow, tilting his chin down to meet her gaze, smiling.
“You—” he said, her eyes widening.
“That’s actually very sweet—”
“—Naked,” he interrupted.
“Oh my god, Javier,” she replied in exasperation, rolling her eyes. “You’re so fucking ridiculous.”
He chuckled, leaning to kiss her head.
“It’s the truth. You know any constellations, baby?”
“A couple.” She untangled their hands, both looking back up at the sky as she pointed her finger. “Little Dipper.” Her hand moved to point out another familiar shape. “Big dipper. Which are both part of bigger ones—Ursa major and minor.”
He raised his finger. “See how those ones look kinda like a man with no head—the arms and legs?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s Hercules.”
“He’s big.”
“Yeah. Then if we go back over to the little dipper.” He pointed in its direction. “Over there is the head, and it moves down for its body—that’s Draco.”
“Oooh, it’s a dragon.”
“Tilt your head that way.” His hand moved over her to point up. “You’re into that star shit, right?”
“Astrology, you Sag, and I dabble.”
“Uh-huh, what’s my sign?”
“Your sun is Sagittarius, moon Capricorn, and ascendant is, fuck, uh… I looked it up; oh, Scorpio!”
He scoffed.
“Right, you dabble…”
“Yes, and just so you know, our signs are very compatible, thank you very much—the stars agree we should be together.”
“I knew there was a reason I loved stars.” He kissed the top of her head again. “Well, let me show you one of the zodiacs. There’s the body.” His hand moved. “The horns. That’s Capricornus or Capricorn, which you said was my moon—whatever the fuck that means.”
“It describes your emotions and stuff below the surface—basically how you think of yourself.”
“And mine…?” He wasn’t sure how to phrase the question.
“Is right on the money. Serious, loving, loyal, and you kinda repress your emotions to stay rational. Makes sense you were so good at your job.”
He didn’t buy into astrology—seemed a little too far-fetched that the stars had anything to do with how a person was, but he had to admit, it got some things right, which was probably just a coincidence.
“I guess…”
“Wait, do you know where Sagittarius is? The archer? That’s you.”
“Uh,” his eyes moved to the area where the cluster of stars should be on the horizon, finally spotting them. “Over here.” He pointed. “There’s his body, then the bow.”
“Javi?”
“Yes, Cielito?”
“Are you an astronomy nerd?”
“Remember my dad saying I wanted to be an astronaut?” Chucho had mentioned it when she was looking at a picture of him as a kid watching the moon landing.
“Yeah?”
“I was obsessed with space and stars, and we’ve got such a great fucking view of them out here.” He held his hand out toward the sky.
“It is a great fucking view. Okay, keep talking dirty to me—this is amazing foreplay,” she said, cuddling closer to him.
“Yeah?” he chuckled, arousal simmering in his gut. Lowering his voice to that tone he knew drove her wild, he pointed to another constellation, asking, “See those three and the two that come down from it?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Look familiar, baby?”
“Scales.”
“Yeah—Libra,” he rasped. “These bright ones next to it are Scorpius or Scorpio, then there’s me, Sagittarius.” The archer situated beside the scorpion.
“Why is this so sexy?” she whispered.
“I’m not done, Cielito,” he husked, and a soft sound came from her throat, thrilling him.
Javier was thankful the stars were glowing so brightly he could make out the patterns, thinking he should be able to spot almost twenty with where they were and the time of year, showing her more constellations scattered all over the night sky above them.
He spoke in a deep timbre, making it through five more when her hand found its way to the front of his jeans, gulping as she started rubbing over his dick.
Blood rushed to his groin, continuing to talk, him hardening quickly under her touch. It was becoming difficult to think—his eyes moving from the stars to her body next to him. She’d gotten this new sundress in a similar pattern to the button-up he was wearing—it was a sexy backless number that showed ample cleavage and had shoulder straps he could untie, which meant a couple of tugs, and her tits would be free. His eyes were locked on her chest, imagining it bare, her straddling his hips, the skirt of her dress bunched up while she bounced on his hard—
“Are there no more?” she asked, turning her head, trying to look as innocent as possible with her hand on his cock.
He’d apparently stopped talking, getting so caught up in his thoughts. His dick was hard and throbbing under her hand, pressing against his zipper.
His tongue wet his bottom lip, meeting her gaze as he answered, “There’s more…”
“Show me.”
“I can’t with your hand on my dick…”
Her lips turned up in a smirk.
“Too hard to think?” she teased, squeezing him.
“I’ll fucking show you how hard I am,” he growled, quickly turning toward her. The gasp of surprise she made turned into a moan when his mouth found hers in a searing kiss. His large hand curved around her jaw, his tongue teasing her bottom lip as he kissed her slow and passionately, the tension rising to have him licking into her mouth, wanting to taste her.
He loved her softness—her lips, her skin, her body, all of her was so fucking soft, and he couldn’t get enough of it, would never get enough of it, wanting to touch her all over, feel her body give to his contrasting hardness.
Rolling her onto her back, he was half on top of her, propping himself up on one arm while the other hand eagerly pulled free the knot on her shoulder, tugging down the fabric to free her breast. He palmed the familiar weight of it, tweaking her pebbled nipple between his rough, gun-calloused fingers, her moaning from the sensations. He nipped at her bottom lip, smiling at her breathy noises, tilting his head to bite her chin before kissing under her jaw to her neck, sucking hard on her pulse point.
“Javi,” she gasped, threading her fingers into his hair.
He knew how much she loved her tits played with, his big hand holding the bare one while he leaned down to latch his lips around her stiff peak, giving it the worship it deserved—licking, sucking, nibbling.
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“Oh, god,” you moaned, his attention sending sparks of pleasure to your core, rubbing your thighs together to ease the ache. “Feels so good, Javi. Fuck, touch me.”
He came off your breast with a wet pop, his fingers pinching the hard nipple.
“You want my fingers?” A spike of arousal shot through you at the thought. “Want me to touch your pussy? I bet you’re fucking soaked.” His hand trailed down your belly, going lower to your thigh to grab the hem of your dress, pulling it up to uncover your panties. He cupped over your lace-covered cunt. “Mmm, you’re so wet for me, Hermosa.”
“Want them, Javi.” You bit your lip.
“Yeah?” he asked, his thumb making slow, firm circles over your covered clit that had your heart pounding in your chest, your breathing getting shallower. “Need me to make you come before I stretch open this tight little pussy on my cock?”
You clenched at his words. “God, yes.”
“I’ve got you, baby,” he said, pushing his hot palm into your underwear, your hips bucking at the contact.
The stars above were so bright, they offered some illumination to see the smirk on Javi’s face, him leaning forward to slide his nose down the bridge of your own, nudging it when he got to the tip.
“My needy girl,” he purred, pushing two fingers through your slit, gathering your slick to work your sensitive bundle of nerves, making you gasp at how good it felt.
Your hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, working them open while his mouth moved back onto yours in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue, the strokes of his digits igniting the fire in your belly, feeling it growing hot in your center. There was heat spreading just under your skin, rubbing your hands over his bare chest, moaning loudly when he pressed one thick finger inside you, then another. You needed something to hold onto, settling for Javi’s hair and gripping it tight while he started pumping his fingers, his thumb lazily circling over your perky little clit.
Everything was forgotten—the stars, being in the bed of his truck—none of it mattered. The only thing on your brain was Javier and how he was coaxing you closer to Nirvana with his talented hand and lips on yours, feeling like you were burning from the inside out.
The muscles in your belly were tightening, his tongue tangling with your own, rocking your hips against him. The end was in sight, feeling the familiar build, your brain going fuzzy when Javi crooked his fingers, zeroing in on that one spot only he knew how to find.
The fire inside you was growing thicker and hotter, his thumb pressing harder, rolling your engorged bud to spur you on.
His mouth came off you, pressing his forehead to your sweaty one.
“You gonna come for me, Cielito?” he husked. “Gonna come all over my hand? Gonna be my good girl and let me have it?”
“Yes,” you moaned.
“I know. You’re always so fucking good to me. Hear how wet you are?” The sounds were lewd between your legs, bordering on obscene, hearing the wet suck of your pussy taking his fingers. “Gonna get you wetter,” he said, pushing his fingers into that heavenly spot over and over again while his thumb worked your sensitive clit.
Your noises were getting louder, so close you could taste it.
“Come on, baby,” he rasped. “Give it to me—come for me.”
Your breathing choked out, your body curling in on itself as you fell over the edge, clenching hard around his fingers as you came, pleasure spreading through your veins.
“There it fucking is,” he said. “My good fucking girl.”
His fingers kept working to extend your high, the waves rolling through you, riding them out.
He smothered your face in kisses while you came down—your cheeks, chin, forehead, nose, closed eyelids, lips, getting everywhere he could reach while murmuring how good you did, how beautiful you are, how much he loved you, how he loved seeing you come, making you feel all warm and fuzzy.
Your cunt stopped spasming, and his hand left you, opening your eyes to be greeted with the sight of him licking his fingers clean, him moaning at the taste as he got it all.
He finished, his hand rubbing your arm and side while he met your gaze, saying, “You taste so fucking good. I wanna eat your pussy when we get home.”
There was a lazy smile on your lips, your body feeling amazing.
“I’ll be full of your come.”
He groaned, eyes closing for a second before meeting yours again, his fingers digging into your hip.
“Then I’ll clean you up.”
Your eyebrow arched.
“With your tongue?”
He smiled crookedly.
“Oh, yeah.”
Giggling, you playfully hit his chest. “You’re nasty, but I love you.”
“I love you, too.” His hand smoothed up your tummy to between your breasts. “I wanna be inside you. How do you want it?”
“What a gentleman,” you replied, patting his cheek. “I’m riding you.”
“Are you?” he asked, amused.
“Yep. On your back, soldier.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled, giving you a quick kiss before settling on his back with his head on a pillow. You heard the sounds of him working open his belt and his zipper being undone while you shimmied off your underwear.
When you finally shuffled in place to turn toward him, he was a sight to behold—his head propped up by pillows, watching you with his shirt hanging open, showing his chest and soft belly, spotting some dark and some faded love-bites over the expanse of his golden skin, his big hand stroking his hard cock, seeing the tip darkened and shiny from precum.
Licking your suddenly dry lips, you almost couldn’t believe this was your boyfriend.
Javier Peña was yours. He loved you, was going to marry you one day, be the father of your children, the person you grow old with, and above all else, he was the love of your life. There would be no other. There could never be another. He’d intertwined himself so deeply within you it felt like your souls were one—there was no you without him. He was your everything, and you were his, and you loved him so much it sometimes felt overwhelming.
“What are you thinking about, Cielito?” Javi asked, taking you from your thoughts.
“How much I love you, and that I can’t believe you're my boyfriend,” you answered truthfully.
He smiled.
“Believe it, baby,” he said. “I’m all yours—all of me belongs to you, and that won’t ever fucking change.”
“I’m all yours, too. Forever.”
“Good.” He nodded. “Please, sit on my dick.”
“And you called me needy?” you asked. Sitting up on your knees, you bunched your dress at your waist with one hand, the other pressing to his chest for balance while lifting your leg to straddle his hips.
“Yeah, and I am, too—want you so fucking bad.”
You could tell from the look on his face and how his hand came off his cock to spit on his fingers, using it to slick up his shaft, holding it in position for you.
“Hey, Javi?”
Lowering down, the tip of him nudged your entrance, his eyes landing on yours.
“Yes, baby?”
“Is this seat taken?”
Amusement showed on his face for only a second, it quickly pinching in pleasure as you sank down onto him with no warning, his eyes fluttering closed, mouth falling open—your head fell back as his thick cock stretched you open, filling you inch by glorious inch, taking your breath away when you finally bottomed out with how full you felt.
“Fuck, I love how you feel inside me,” you said, looking down at him.
He blinked open his eyes, his hands now on your hips, keeping you still. “I love being inside you.” His words came out rough, seeing his throat work as he swallowed.
“I know you do. You gonna let me move?”
“Yeah.” He nodded his head. “Want you to use me, Cielito,” he rasped. “Treat me like your fuck toy and get yourself off—wanna feel you soak my dick.”
He’d lessened his grip, allowing you to roll your hips, his cock pressing into all the right spots along your sensitive walls.
“You want me to use you?” you asked, lifting your hips agonizingly slow until just the tip remained.
“Yes,” he replied, his tone a little desperate. “Please.”
“As you wish,” you said, dropping back down, the sensation pulling a moan from your lips.
He wanted you to use him, so you did, bouncing on top of him, his fingers digging into your hips again but allowing you to move at a punishing pace that had you panting. He was groaning under you, reaching up to untie your other shoulder strap to let the top of your dress fall. Javier was staring, clearly mesmerized by your breasts swaying with your movements, his hands moving to palm them, teasing your stiff nipples, the sparks of pleasure ramping you up.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He looked and sounded wrecked.
“You’re very handsome yourself,” you said through breaths, smiling down at him.
“Fuck, I love you—take what you want.”
“I love you, too.”
Heat was building at the base of your spine, his cock spearing up inside you, feeling so good with how far it delved into your depths, thinking there was a chance he was rearranging your guts.
The truck’s shocks were squeaking with every rise and fall of your body, rough sounds coming from both of your mouths, disturbing the peacefulness of the summer night. Leaning forward, you held yourself up with an arm beside his head, kissing him while fucking yourself on his cock. His hands grabbed your ass, helping you move when your thighs began to burn, the knot in your belly tightening and tightening with every rise and fall of your hips, your tongues sliding together in practiced movements.
You’re getting closer, needing something more…
“Touch me,” you said into his lips.
He broke the kiss, his glazed-over eyes looking into yours.
“Need me to get you there?” he husked.
“Yes.”
That was all the answer he needed, his hand gripping hard onto your hip to keep you steady, his other going to the apex of your thighs, thumbing your engorged little clit, and then he was thrusting up into you, hard.
Your mouth fell open, head landing in the crook of his neck, hearing him grunting with how hard he was fucking you. Moans stuttered from your lips, all thoughts leaving your head with your insides burning up until euphoria erupted in your center, sinking your teeth in his shoulder as you came.
A strangled moan came from him, his cock twitching inside you, your cunt clenching up so tight his pace faltered to a stop, pulling you down on top of him.
“There we go,” he groaned. “My good girl.”
The praise sent a tingle down your spine.
His breaths were coming out hard, a sheen of sweat on his skin. He hugged you close, rubbing his hands up and down your spine while your orgasm worked through your system.
Your brain was a pleasurable haze, your limbs trembling.
“Feel good?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you croaked out.
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His lap was soaked where they were connected, knowing his jeans would have wet spots from her come, and he didn’t give a single fuck—it didn’t matter, not when he was buried to the hilt inside the woman he loved.
He wouldn’t last much longer, not with her velvety walls hugging his cock all nice and snug, lulling him to his end with her warmth and wetness, almost making him blow his load when she bit him.
He’d staved off his orgasm as best he could. Every muscle in his body pulled taut, making him tense, and now he was ready to go. She squeaked in surprise when he rolled them, getting her on her back, his hips nestled in the cradle of her thighs, still inside her tight heat.
A pillow was under her head, him pulling her legs high on his ribs, crashing his mouth to hers, needing to kiss her as he started moving, strong even strokes, working himself in and out of her sopping cunt.
He loved how her legs shook against his sides, knowing it was from coming hard, her pussy slick and slippery, the wet friction making his head spin.
There was one thing, though, that kept his stamina from wavering, fuel to keep him going—a thought that had been plaguing him for almost two weeks since the idea was planted in his brain. It had him fucking into her with abandon, her fingers digging into his shoulders, hearing her gasp out moans of his name, pretty sure she was drooling with how he was railing into her.
All he could fucking think about was coming inside her, filling her up, over and over again, and needing to work it as deep as possible to fill every nook and cranny and keep her full of him.
He was now intimately aware of what this intrusive need was that’d been sitting in the deep recesses of his mind—the moment Cielito said she wanted to have his children, everything became apparent when he pictured her carrying his baby, something inside him coming alive, the instinct telling him he needed to fuck one into her.
It was fucking jarring, but the thought made him strain in his jeans.
He never imagined he’d have kids and did his fucking best to keep them from happening.
Before Cielito, he could count on three fingers how many times he’d come inside someone without a rubber, and fun fact, none of them were with Lorraine, who was adamant about condoms, which made her pregnancy claim extra surprising—telling him one must of broke.
It’d been rubbers since high school, and he sure as fuck wasn’t fucking without protection in Colombia during the height of the AIDS epidemic.
The only reason he’d even fathomed the idea of fucking Cielito raw was he trusted her—they had two dates that spanned many hours where they really got to know each other, and when she told him she was clean and on birth control, he had no reason to doubt it—staying at her place confirmed she was religious about taking her medication.
Which led him to now, where thinking there was even the tiniest chance of his seed taking root had his eyes rolling back.
The air was filled with the sounds of them fucking—slapping skin, muffled moans and groans, and the squeak of his truck rocking.
One arm kept his weight off of her, his other hand holding her breast while he desperately kissed her, his strokes becoming uneven the closer he got to his finish, her moaning into his mouth, her hands squeezing his ass inside his jeans.
She loved knowing the things that riled him up in bed, but this was one he needed to keep to himself for the time being. She’d made a point that he needed to work through the shit from his past, and he agreed about them being married when they started a family. He absolutely didn’t want her feeling any kind of pressure from his new discovery, so he wouldn’t tell her for now, but he had a feeling she was going to be really fucking into it when they were ready.
The thought of her begging him to put a baby in her had him reaching his breaking point, coming hard with a ragged cry of her name muffled against her lips. He pushed into her as deep as possible, his come gushing into her inner depths, feeling it coat her insides. Hissing, he rolled his hips, working the hot flood into every crevice, his hand snaking between their bodies to rub her wet swollen clit, feeling she was close with how her cunt was beginning to convulse.
It didn’t take much to have her clenching around him again, gasping his name as she climaxed.
He was worn out, collapsing on her and pressing his face into her neck, her familiar scent making his warm body even warmer, a smile curling on his lips while catching his breath.
“Is this okay?” His slurred words were muffled into her skin.
“Yeah,” she croaked.
Her fingers found their way into his sweat-soaked hair, playing with it and scratching lovingly against his scalp, making him hum happily in the back of his throat.
Javier loved sex. This was a fact, and he loved making his partner feel really fucking good.
Most men would say their favorite part of fucking was coming, but Javier? His was the post-sex glow, cuddling close and coming down with the other person. It was really fucking intimate—bringing pleasure to each other and then basking together in an incredibly vulnerable state.
With Cielito, it was even better because he was so comfortable with her. He could fully relax and let his body melt into hers, enjoying himself with her.
“I don’t know how it’s possible,” she started, her voice a little throaty. “But somehow, sex has gotten better.”
His heart started racing, popping his head up with a furrowed brow to look at her.
“What?” he asked.
She had a confused look.
“I don’t know…?” she answered. “It’s definitely been post ‘I love yous,’ it’s almost more passionate, maybe? We’ve been doing a lot more face-to-face positions, and you’re always on top when you come, and my god, you’re just hitting it so right. I’m not saying you weren’t before!” she quickly added. “Sex before was great, too! Sex, in general, is amazing with you, but there’s something different, and I’m really digging it.”
He frowned. “So, it’s not as good when I fuck you from behind?”
Her eyes went wide.
“That is not what I said at all! I love backshots. Love. With a capital ‘L.’ The night of our second date, while on the phone, I literally asked you to fuck me face down ass up, and you’re really fucking good at it, so it’s staying in rotation.”
He felt himself preen a little at her words, chuckling, “Okay.”
He gave her a loud, smacking kiss on her cheek, making her giggle.
“Basically,” she started, stroking her fingers through his hair. “Five out of five stars will absolutely be fucking again.”
His eyes squinted, meeting hers.
“Did you just rate my fucking performance?” he asked, pinching her hip.
“Hey!” she laughed. “I did some of the work, so it’s our performance.”
He nodded in agreement, replying, “Yeah, I’d rate it five stars then.”
“‘Cause you liked me bouncing on your dick?”
“That and the biting—you almost fucking got me.”
He was really fucking enjoying the biting; it had him coming quick.
“Damn.” She grinned, pulling him down for a kiss. He smiled into it, her fingers working their way into his hair. “You need a haircut,” she murmured against his lips.
It was true. It’d been a while since he’d gotten one, and it was starting to get a little shaggy.
Pulling back, he met her eyes.
“I know,” he sighed. “I’ve been putting it off ‘cause I don’t like my new barber.”
And it was his only option. His old barber and only other option in town happened to be Lorraine’s uncle, who told him he wasn’t welcome when he moved back to Laredo.
“Well, why don’t I cut your hair?” she asked.
“Do you know how…?”
“No, Javier, I’m just going to wing it with these beautiful luscious locks,” she said sarcastically, pulling on some of his hair. “Yes, I know how to cut hair,” she spoke normally. “In college, I lived very frugally and learned how to cut my own to save money—I can also do men’s, had some friends who’d use my styling services for the cheap.”
“How much?”
“How much what?” she asked, confused.
“How much for a haircut?”
“Free… You’re my boyfriend…” she said the words slowly.
That wouldn’t do.
“I’ll take you out to lunch—your choice, and give you a foot rub.” He nodded, settling on the deal.
“That’s really not necessary. I’m happy to do it because I love you.” She stroked his cheek.
“I was already planning on spending the twenty dollars, so I’ll take you out instead, and I know your feet are sore—you got those new fucking shoes that aren’t as good as your old ones.”
“Because I wore out my old pair, and Laredo has very few choices for shoe shopping!”
“We’ll just go to San Antonio next weekend, then.” He shrugged.
“To buy shoes?”
Why was she so surprised?
“Yeah?”
Her eyes went round.
“You’d really drive me all the way to the city so I can get better shoes?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you so much,” she said, pulling him down for another kiss.
“I love you, too,” he said into her lips.
And that was a fact.
The cold hard truth.
Cielito was it for him.
He was going to marry her one day and hoped they’d buy a big house to fill with kids; he was living the fucking dream and had never been happier.
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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 60]
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Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst
Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)
Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities
Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.
Word count: 4.5K
[A/N: Longer chapter to end off the series! Thank you everyone who has been patient with me and supporting me through this series.]
You took a deep breath as you stepped out of the airport. Haneul followed close, holding onto the end of your jacket as she yawned tiredly, rubbing her eye. Poor thing was half asleep, following you and trying not to sleep while walking.
*I'm home.* You smiled softly as you pushed the luggage cart through. It was 4 am in Korea so the airport was relatively empty.
"Unnie? I'm sleepy." Haneul whined.
"I know, baby. I'm sorry, let's go home and get some sleep." You chuckled. Just as you were about to get a cab, a van pulled up in front of you. You blinked in confusion until the driver came out.
"Joong?!" You yelped. Hongjoong gave you a sleepy smile as he stepped out, hugging you tightly.
"What are you doing here? It's 4 am. You should be sleeping!" You asked in shock but hugged him back nonethless.
"Ah, I can always sleep later. Of course I would be here to welcome my baby sister home. And even babier... sister?" Hongjoong chuckled, patting Haneul's head.
"Yeah, the princess is sleepy." You giggled. Hongjoong nodded and you both loaded the bags into the back. You made sure Haneul was comfortably seated in the back with the seatbelt on. Hongjoong even reclined the seat slightly for her to sleep. Then he opened the door for you to enter the passenger seat.
"I think this is the first time I've seen you drive." You chuckled.
"Really? I guess I don't have much opportunities to drive at all. Honestly, I'm surprised the manager hyungs let me take the van." He said, starting the engine.
"Well, I'm grateful you came nonetheless." You said as he pulled away from the sidewalk and drove to where your apartment was.
This new apartment was arranged close to the HYBE building, put together, prepared and arranged by the Big Hit team for your return to Korea.
The 2 year overseas stint was done and with investigations over, you could safely return with Haneul. Turns out, it was KQ CEO's own personal assistant that sent you those threats.
She caught you and Mingi once and was jealous. She thought she could get close to the boys, being the CEO's personal assistant, and possibly form a relationship with one of them. But it didn't work. She hated that you got close with them so quickly.
Once investigations were concluded, she was taken to jail. There was news article about it. But the details of the case was not made public.
"How was the flight?" Hongjoong asked, breaking your train of thought.
"Stuffy and long. It feels good to be out of there, I can finally stretch my legs properly and the air isn't so stale anymore. Plus, it feels good to be home." You let out a long exhale.
"Yeah, those kidns of flights always feel too long. Are all your stuff in the new place already?" He continued.
"Hmmm, not yet. Most of our stuff are but I had some last minute stuff to pack. They'll get shipped over in due time. But I think I have enough to unpack and keep me busy for a bit." You sighed.
"We'll help in any way that we can since we're on vacation." He told you. Ateez had finished touring and completed yet another successful comeback season. Now, they were on their well deserved vacation time.
"Alright, here we are." Hongjoong pulled up into the carpark. You turned around to see Haneul fast asleep.
"If you can help me put her on my back, I'll piggy back her up to the apartment." Hongjoong said, noticing your concern before you could even voice it.
"Really? She's not exactly a little kid anymore." You asked with uncertainty, you didn't want him injuring his back somehow.
"If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have offered. Come." Hongjoong got out. You opened the door and unbuckled Haneul's seat belt. You carefully moved her onto Hongjoong's awaiting back.
"There we go." He stood up, making sure the support her bottom.
"Let's bring her up before coming to get the bags. You shouldn't be carrying all of them on your own." He said.
"Alright. I'll just take my small bag." You took your cabin bag. You tapped the access card on the lift panel to go up and put in the password on the door lock. Big Hit assured you that this apartment compelx had the best security, which was your main concern. You held the door open for Hongjoong to enter.
"This way?" He asked. You nodded, showing him Haneul's own room. Luckily, you had made sure that she had a bed upon arrival. You removed the vinyl covering and Hongjoong placed her down.
"Let's bring the bags up." You said to him. The both of you brought up all the bags in one trip.
"Just hold on a second. Let me get Haneul settled." You rushed back to Haneul's room to remove her jacket and shoes.
"Thanks again, Joong."
"Stop thanking me." Hongjoong laughed. You looked around the house, some furniture was set up as per your request. The moving boxes were neatly piled in a corner.
"I need to order some groceries to the house. Hopefully they will get here by morning." You rubbed your forehead while scrolling on your phone.
"Or we can go get some stuff in the morning." Hongjoong suggested, settling beside you on the couch. You let out a contemplative hum. You sighed and leaned against his shoulder, his hand coming up to pat your head.
"Wooyoung and Jongho would kill me when they wake up, knowing I came to pick you and Haneul without them." He chuckled.
"Ooh yeah, can't help you out of that one." You winced. Hongjoong pulled away to shoot you a glare.
"What? You know it's true. Wooyoung loves me and Haneul has Jongho wrapped around her little finger, the moment they are together, they're inseparable." You shrugged.
"I don't want to die. My vacation just started." Hongjoong groaned.
"You are more than welcome to crash here for the rest of the night." You patted his thigh.
"I may just take you up on that offer since I don't want to drive back. But what about you? Please don't tell me you're going to pull an all nighter and unpack." He raised an eyebrow.
"I'm going to shower first then unpack the necessities at least. It is going to take a while for Haneul and I to get over the time difference. Might as well use the time to be productive somehow." You stood up, going to your luggage to get the small soaps that you had packed with you. Hongjoong let out a defeated sigh.
"When do you start work?" Hongjoong asked with a yawn, turning to lay across the couch now that you were not sitting there.
"Two weeks? Need time to settle the moving stuff, Haneul's school and get over jetlag." You rubbed your eye as you sat in front of your luggage to get sleepwear out.
"Alright, I'm going to shower." You announced as you stood up. Hongjoong nodded and waved you off.
"Indi?" He called out. You turned around, blinking.
"Welcome home." He gave you a sleepy smile. You couldn't help the soft smile that formed.
"Feels good to be home, Joong. And call me (y/n)." You said softly and went into the bathroom. You were grateful Hongjoong was the first person you saw when you stepped off the plane.
Seeing Hongjoong made you feel more calm and collected, just having him around was comforting enough. Mingi didn't know you were coming home today though, you wanted to keep it a secret and surprise him later on.
When you came out, Hongjoong was fast asleep, snoring softly. You took the blanket you had in your suitcase and covered him with it.
"Now, let's unpack." You sighed softly, sitting in front of the luggages and boxes with the necessities you and Haneul would need before you could get to the other stuff.
"Luckily there's no dust." You noted, putting Haneul's clothes in her closet. You went over to her sleeping form.
"I love you." You kissed her head and slept beside her instead of your own bed.
By the time you woke up, you heard Haneul speaking to someone outside. It wasn't just Hongjoong's voice though. You poked your head out to see Haneul on Jongho's lap.
"You just can't resist her, can you?" You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. Jongho shrugged, focusing back on Haneul.
"Wooyoung hyung went to get food for all of us. Hongjoong hyung drove him. You can go back to sleep if you want, I got it covered here." Jongho informed, gesturing to Haneul busy drawing with him at the table. You nodded and yawned, waving to the two before collapsing back onto the bed.
"Indigo... Wake up..." You didn't feel like you slept long before Wooyoung was laying in bed with you, wrapping his arms around you to snuggle.
"Hi, Woo." You opened your eyes.
"Welcome home. I missed you." He smiled softly, holding your face to give you a big smooch on your cheek.
"I missed you too. All of you." You chuckled, draping your arms and legs over him just like he was your own bolster. You let out a tired sigh, eyes closing again.
"As much as I would love to cuddle, I told Hongjoong hyung I would get you up to get some food in you." Wooyoung chuckled.
"Alright, let's not get in trouble with Joong. Oh and Woo? Call me (y/n)." You pushed yourself up and got out of bed to wash up, leaving a stunned Wooyoung there. You heard him yell in the room.
"Unnie!" Haneul grinned from her spot on the couch. She jumped down and ran over to hug you.
"Hey, baby." You leaned down to hug her, patting her butt and kissing her head. She held your hand, following you to the bathroom. She stood at the door, waiting for you to brush your teeth, wash your hair and do your skincare.
"Are you tired, baby? It'll be a while for us to adjust back to Korean time." You chuckled, combing her hair after you combed her own. She shook her head.
"I'm not sleepy."
"Alright, alright." You patted her head. You knew she wasn't tired now but she will definitely feel it later.
"Let's go eat!" She pulled you along to the living room where the boys were sitting at the dining table already, with disposable cutlery since you haven't unpacked any kitchen stuff.
"Sorry for the mess of the house. And the lack of kitchen utensils." You apologised.
"You just came back this morning, it's completely understandable. No need to apologise." Jongho chuckled, pulling the chair out for Haneul to sit next to you. Wooyoung slid an iced coffee over to you. You took a sip and let out a blissful sigh of gratefulness. The coffee machine also wasn't set up yet.
"I got you some basic groceries. Not sure what you use specifically but we got the princess some yoghurt, milk, eggs, your iced coffee, etc." Wooyoung informed.
"You guys are life savers. Let me know how much it costs and I'll wire you back." You said, taking a portion of food for Haneul.
"No need. Take it as a welcome back gift. And don't argue with me." Wooyoung shook his head.
"What's your plan after this?" Hongjoong asked.
"I'm gonna see Mingi's mom. Then surprise Mings at the dorm." You replied, chewing your food. You leaned over to help Haneul wipe the sauce off her lip.
"Sleepover?!" Haneul's eyes brightened, looking over at you. You couldn't help but laugh at how excited she looked.
"We'll see." You said. You didn't want the boys, especially Jongho, to think that you were always leaving Haneul with them. At some point, you didn't want Haneul to think that you were never around too. So you would have to consider it.
When you were done, the boys helped you with clearing up. You were feeling a little stressed, knowing you still had to do the unpacking of the house.
"Why are you frowning?" Hongjoong came up behind you, massaging your shoulders as you were washing your hands in the kitchen sink.
"Moving is always stressful. Knowing how much more there is to be done is worrying." You sighed.
"I know me telling you not to stress won't really help. But seriously, count on us to help you with all this. You and Haneul can stay with any of us if you'd like." He comforted.
"Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without any of you." You leaned against the counter.
"Suffer." Hongjoong teased, making you jab him in the ribs.
After a bit, you got yourself and Haneul ready before the boys dropped you off at Mingi's mother's apartment. You chewed on your bottom lip as you stood at the lip. You didn't know how much she knew about what happened. She would know that you and Mingi separated right?
"Unnie, are you okay?" Haneul looked up at you. She wanted to buy Mingi's mother a 'present' too so you prepared a little fruit basket for her to give. She was a lot more excited than you.
"I'm fine, baby. Don't worry." You smiled and pressed the lift to go up. The lady might yell at you and kick you out of her house.
She had every right to.
"We're here." You said, stopping before the door. Haneul put the basket down, tip toeing to press the doorbell. You gulped as you heard the door lock beep.
"Hello?" Mrs Song opened the door. She seemed to pause when you saw her. The first thing you did was bow deeply.
"Omonim, I-" She cut you off, pulling you into hug. You blinked in confusion, not really expecting her to hug you. Haneul giggled beside you.
"Let's talk inside." She pulled away, smiling at you softly. You nodded and let Haneul in. She removed her shoes before holding out the fruits basket out to Mingi's mother with the biggest grin ever. Mrs Song cooed and bent down.
"My name is Haneul." She introduced.
"Thank you, Haneulie. This is really sweet of you. I'm Mingi oppa's omma. You can call me omonim too." She received the basket and gave Haneul a hug.
"So this is the famous (y/n)." A deep male voice said. Your eyes widened as you saw an older man sitting on the couch.
"Mr Song, it's nice to meet you. I'm (y/n)." You bowed to Mingi's father. He was tall as well, features similar to Mingi's. He chuckled and stood up, moving to stand in front of you.
"It's nice to finally meet you too, (y/n). I can see why my son has fallen head over heels for you."
"Jagiya! Don't embarrass our son." Mrs Song hit her husband's shoulder.
"Just call me abonim, no need for Mr Song. It's too formal. We're family here." He shook his head. You nodded and bowed your head. You waved Haneul over to introduce herself to Mingi's father. She bowed formally before introducing herself. Just like everyone else, you could see the way he melted when Haneul spoke.
"(y/n)." Mrs Song called you over as Haneul was distracted by Mr Song. You went over to the kitchen. Seeing that it was finally the two of you, you finally did what you wanted to do.
"I'm so sorry for everything I, omonim. I don't deserve-"
"Stop." She cut you off. You squeezed your eyes, awaiting the lecture that was coming.
"(y/n)..." She called and you straightened up. You could see how she softened and reached out to hug you tightly. You wrapped your arms around her.
"It's not been easy, hasn't it?" She whispered.
"No... It has not..." Your bottom lip quivered as tears threatened to fall again. At that point, you knew that she knew what really happened.
"I hurt him so bad, omonim. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." You shook your head. She rubbed your back.
"(y/n), you went through a lot. I know you didn't intentionally hurt him. I don't blame you, abonim doesn't blame you. You went through a lot on your own and you had to be strong for Haneul. You didn't deserve to go through that." She pulled away, staring at you.
"You did it because you wanted to keep Mingi safe. You wanted to keep Haneul and Ateez safe. I understand." She rubbed your arm. You nodded your head.
"I'm just glad you and Mingi worked it out." Grabbing a tissue, she wiped your tears.
"I don't deserve his forgiveness, or any of yours."
"Let's not talk about who doesn't deserve what. Because Mingi would say he doesn't deserve such a selfless person like yourself. Every couple goes through hardships." She smiled softly.
"I'm glad Mingi didn't let you get away. I knew that you weren't the type to just break his heart and leave." She said.
"Thank you for everything." You hugged her again.
"Nothing to thank me for. Now, I have two daughters to care for." She giggled, looking over at how Haneul was now seated on Mingi's father's lap, animatedly telling him something. He had a fatherly smile on his face as he listened to her intently. You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you.
"So have you gone to see my pabo son yet?" Mrs Song asked as she moved to cut up the fruit that Haneul gave her.
"Hmm, not yet. He doesn't even know I'm back. I'm planning to surprise him later on at the dorm but I wanted to drop by here first. It's been too long." You said, leaning back against the counter.
"How was it? Living in America."
"It was interesting, I learnt a lot there in terms of work. Culture is different too. But nothing beats being at home." You shrugged.
"Oh yes, I forgot Mingi told me that you signed to a big company. But of course, home is still the best. Home is where your family is." She chuckled. You nodded in agreement.
"Alright, you two. Let's have some fruit." Mrs Song brought the cut fruit out to Mr Song and Haneul.
"Abonim." Haneul beamed and held out the pick with an pear slice at the end. Mr Song chuckled and leaned down to take a bite, patting Haneul's head. You grabbed an apple slice and handed it to Mrs Song, who was seated on the couch beside her husband.
"Is this what it's like having daughters?" Mr Song asked, staring at Haneul and you fondly.
"Right? I said the same thing when I first met (y/n)." Mrs Song giggled. You laughed, knowing Mingi and his brother would not be amused at their parents fawning over having daughters.
"I think I like having two daughters." Mr Song tapped his chin.
"Better not let your sons hear you say that." Mrs Song slapped his arm lightly.
"Please like you don't tell Mingi that you like (y/n) more." He rolled his eyes. The way they joked and interacted, you hoped that you could be like that with Mingi one day.
When the fruit was finished and you spent some time with Mingi's parents, you got ready to leave to Mingi, Seonghwa and San's shared dorm. You didn't want to go too late, especially with Mingi already having texted you a few times while you were at his parents' place. Haneul hugged the two.
"See you next time!" She giggled, hugging them tightly.
"Yes, you are welcome any time. Good girl. Be good to your unnie." Mrs Song chuckled, hugging her. She nodded her head and went to hug Mingi's father.
"Come back soon, alright?" He kissed her head and hugged her tightly. You melted, glad they got along well with her.
"Bring her back to me soon. And yourself too, (y/n)." Mr Song said, hugging you.
"I will, abonim. Thank you for having us and entertaining Haneul. Please take care." You chuckled. Then you moved on to Mingi's mother, who hugged you extra tight.
"Don't stay away for too long." She told you.
"I won't. Take care." You bid them goodbye with a final bow before leaving. With Haneul by your side, you called for a cab to take the two of you over to the dorm. During the drive, Haneul fell asleep. Poor thing, she was probably fighting the sleep for a long time.
When the cab pulled up to the dorm, you sent San and Seonghwa a message to let them know you were downstairs. You had to wake Haneul up.
"No..." She whined.
"I'm sorry, baby. You can sleep soon." You apologised, really feeling bad. You should have properly let her adjust to the time difference instead of drag her out with you the entire day.
"Hey." You greeted San and Seonghwa. Seonghwa hugged you while San helped a sleepy Haneul to his room.
"I missed you." Seonghwa hugged you tightly.
"I missed you too, Hwa." You relaxed in his arms, smiling. When San came back out after helping you settle Haneul into his bed, you hugged him too.
"Good to have you back, Indigo." He chuckled, stroking your head. You hummed in agreement. Seonghwa went to the kitchen to get you a drink. You received the glass of juice and took a sip, sitting on the couch with them for a while. San had informed you that Mingi was napping so he didn't come out to greet you.
"I shouldn't have dragged Haneul out. Poor girl, she's probably exhausted." You sighed.
"She'll adjust soon. Don't worry too much. She can sleep in my bed for as long as she needs." San smiled kindly.
"Thank you." You smiled. The way all the boys were just always ready to help you and Haneul melted your heart. They really treated you both like family.
"As much as I would like to catch up with you, this is the perfect time to surprise Mingi." Seonghwa said.
"Right. I hope he's still asleep." You put the glass down and stood up. San and Seonghwa watched in amusement.
"Good luck." San wished. You pressed your ear against Mingi's door to hear if he was awake. There was no sound of movement or Mingi's voice, which meant that he was still asleep.
You took a deep breath, it had been so long since you've seen Mingi physically that your heart was pounding. You slowly turned the door knob and crept in. Mingi was still sleeping, tucked under the blanket with his back to you. Getting in bed behind him, you hugged him.
"Ugh, San?" Mingi croaked out with a groan. San was known to go to the other members' rooms to cuddle so he must have assumed you were him.
"What time is it? Go back to your own bed and let me sleep..." He clicked his tongue.
"Fine. If that's what you want, I'll go." You chuckled. You felt Mingi's body freeze in your hold. His head whipped around and his eyes widening as he looked at your face.
"BABY?!" He sat up and looked at you as if he was dreaming, rubbing his eyes.
"What are you doing here?!" He asked.
"Surprising you." You laughed at his expression. Mingi's hands immediately came to cup your cheeks, pulling you to him so he could press his lips to yours.
"Wait, when did you come back? I'm confused, you didn't mention this to me at all when we texted or called. I'm not actually dreaming, am I?" He pulled you to his chest to hug you.
"You just kissed me and you're physically hugging me now, pabo. How can you still think you're dreaming? And I already said that it's a surprise, that's why I didn't tell you. I came back early this morning, Joong came to pick me up at the airport." You laughed. Mingi scratched his head, letting all this sink in.
"How long are you back for, baby?" He asked, fingers coming to weave through your hair as he held your cheek.
"Forever. I'm staying forever, Mings." You softened.
"Y-You are?" His voice shook, as if he couldn't believe what you were saying right now. You nodded with a hum, wrapping your arms around him as you sat in his lap.
"I missed you so much. Now I have you with me forever." He looked at you, pressing his forehead against yours.
"Yes, no more distance." You said softly.
"If you two are done with your reunion, could you come out, please?" Someone knocked on the bedroom door. You and Mingi looked at each other in confusion. You went to open the door.
"Welcome home, Indigo!" All the Ateez boys were there with Seonghwa holding a cake.
"Shhh, Haneul is sleeping." San reminded and Jongho nodded, looking at everyone threateningly. They wouldn't dare be loud now.
"Guys..." You softened, not expecting them to be the one to surprise you. You soon felt Mingi's presence behind you, he put his hands on your shoulders.
"Thank you for welcoming me home. It feels good to be back with all of you. And please, we're family, aren't we? Family calls me (y/n)." You looked at all of them. They all stared at you with soft smiles at the mention of your real name. You went over to greet Yeosang and Yunho with hugs since you haven't seen them.
"Good to have you back, (y/n)." Yunho whispered. You nodded and patted his back. With everything that happened, you're glad you and Yunho could come to an understanding and work things out.
"You've lost weight. Have you not been eating well?" Yeosang chided as he lifted you up.
"I have been, I promise!" You laughed, slapping his shoulder.
"Now that she's back, we'll make sure she's really eating well. We ordered a lot food to celebrate! So eat up." Hongjoong said. You giggled and nodded, about to follow behind the boys to where the food was.
"Mings?" You blinked when you felt him hold your wrist to stop you. You turned back to him, only for him to tug you to him, until you fell against his chest.
"Welcome home, baby. You're finally home where you belong." Mingi whispered. You melted, looking up at him before you hugged him back, your ear pressed to his chest to hear his heartbeat.
"I love you, Mings." You said.
"I love you too, my muse. I'm never letting you go again." He kissed the top of your head, holding you just a little tighter.
You couldn't agree more. Home was here, with Hanuel, Mr and Mrs Song, Ateez and Mingi. These people were your family, people you knew you could rely on and count on. And you wouldn't change it for anything in the world.
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