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strawberryya · 4 months

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too pure for hell, but fallen nonetheless

pairing: kang taehyun x reader

synopsis: Do you ever find yourself wishing you could escape your problems? Still, allowing the mind to conjure such a scene may unfurl a worse struggle than the present. As you journey through life, be mindful of the choices you make, for they hold the power to summon the winds of fate.

word count: 7.1k

genre/cw: angst, smut, supernatural au, selkie!taehyun, fem!reader, drowning depicted, death mentioned, killing and murder mentioned, suicidal thoughts, being held captive against your will, chasing/hunting depicted (not animals), unprotected sex, enemies to lovers… or well…, general hatred towards the human race, betrayal and lots of mixed feelings, cold exterior Taehyun.

rating: 18+

a/n: I DID IT! I'm not sure what I did, but I certainly did it.

this is my second fic for the wonderful collaboration thrill of the hunt, hosted by @cultofdionysusnet - check out the other exciting and thrilling stories on the official master list here!

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How does one move on?

It’s an impossible question. Especially when you have just uncovered the biggest betrayal in your life. He had cheated on you. A month before the wedding.

Your boyfriend since forever, your high school sweetheart, your everything - and your best friend.

Your soon-to-be husband and your maid of honor had decided it would be a good time to reveal the years of cheating they had hidden from you today. Because your failed project at work hadn't been enough to ruin your entire week, but now your entire future was in shambles at your feet.

The new park had been planned out to the last detail, your entire team had done their absolute best for half a year and now it was all to be thrown out the window for a new twenty-story building and a parking lot. “Which makes sense, because the world doesn’t have enough of those,” you complained, holding back your tears on the phone as you drove home. Your mom listened halfheartedly.

“Well, sweetie, I know it’s hard, but I think that you should just say ‘okay’ about all this for now. And just focus on the wedding instead! I got these new place cards, and I think they’re absolutely perfect.”

“Mom. I really don’t care about that right now…” you were going to explain, but you let your words stay inside, afraid you might say something you would regret if you didn’t shut your mouth.

“No, no… I can understand that…” she conceded, sounding just a bit hurt that you didn’t want to gush about your upcoming wedding.

“I’ll talk to you later Mom… Tom said he wanted to talk about something tonight, so I’ll just call you tonight or tomorrow.”

Before hanging up she told you to just relax at home with your fiancé, to try and be happy about what life has given you instead of what it takes away… she wanted you to try and look on the bright side of life.

You weren’t sure you would be able to see anything past the clouds that stormed your mind after the horrible meetings you had been suffering through the entire day. But you wanted to think about something else too and promised her to try.

That’s not a promise you were able to keep, however. Walking through the door to find Tom waiting anxiously in the kitchen with your best friend right beside him. Holding his hand, gently, supportively. Your heart stopped when you saw the look on their faces, and you felt your once picture-perfect life cracking at the edges.

When they confessed their love for each other you didn’t cry, you didn’t even ask how, when, or why. You felt so empty as you watched your best friend for ten years wail for you to forgive them and not be mad at her.

“I never wanted to hurt you. But I fell in love! Can’t you be happy for me?”

Her voice was strained from the tears. You thought the tears looked just as forced.

Tom didn’t say anything. He had apologized and told you he wanted to call off the wedding. The wedding was supposed to happen in less than a month. The wedding you had planned together since you were only children.

Your head hurts. You needed them to shut up. To get out of your sight.

Couldn’t they just leave you alone?!

Standing up suddenly, your best friend’s pleas stopped, making your body sigh in relief before you stormed right back out of the house.

You didn’t know where you were going at first. Head and body pounding with anger, confusion, and fear. If you could just find somewhere to think, everything would get better. The car speeding through the streets wasn’t helping you think right now. You needed something that would let you cry the tears that had been held back all day, without a word of comfort in return. Somewhere the salty streams dripping from your face wouldn’t make a difference. Something bigger than all of your problems.

The sea.

You had always been fond of the sea. As a kid, you used to swim fiercely in even the highest of waves. Your parents standing by the shore with worry in their eyes and hands waving you back towards land. There’s no beach like the one in your childhood close to where you live. But not far from the city is a small port, the sea visible for a good stretch before the land overtook it and hid it away from the population walking by.

When you curl up next to the edge of the concrete docks, the salty water ripples calmly in front of you. There weren’t many waves this far into the docks, but further out you could see the white lines appearing and dissolving over and over again. It was hypnotic.

Silently the tears you had held back began running down your cheeks. You held yourself tighter. The slight breeze scented by the sea mist blew gently in your hair, drying the tears as they came.

“Why…” you mourned.

There was nobody around, no one to disturb or comfort you, so your sobs grew louder the more you thought about the reality of what had happened. So many things had gone wrong. Everything was just- so wrong.

You looked over the edge of the concrete land under your body, down at the bottomless waters. What would it feel like to dive in and let your body be engulfed by the dark water? You shook your head at your distorted reflection at the fleeting thought.

It would hurt just as much to leave everything behind as it did to stay.

Nevertheless, the pain of holding on even on a day like this was overwhelming. It made your every muscle shake with frustration. Your sobs mirrored your desperation, your tears dripping down your cheeks, pooling at your jaw, and one by one, joining the sea.

When your blurred gaze met a pair of huge black eyes in the water, you froze up. They were staring at you, watching you cry with their big black eyes that showed no emotion that you could register.

It was a seal, the shadow in the water revealing its large size. It was bigger than the small ones usually seen around these shores, but it was undeniably a seal.

The large seal blinked at you slowly, before turning around to swim away. But instead of simply leaving you to your suffering, it began looking back at you at every other meter it swam as if to check if you were coming along. You thought you might be dreaming because there was no way a seal was trying to get you to come with it into the sea. When you didn’t come with, it stopped, seemingly waiting for you again.

Without really knowing why, you kicked off your shoes and stepped into the water. The freezing waves drenched your clothes, but the cold against your skin didn’t make you go back. You begin to swim, following the seal into the deeper parts of the ocean. Your heart pounded in your chest, the thrill of doing something dangerous filling your entire body with adrenaline. It felt just like it had when you were little, except now no one waited for you at the shoreline.

You wanted to escape everything, and following a seal into the depths of the sea might be a temporary way, but it was all you had right now. The seal dove under the surface, and you held your breath and followed.

It was impossible to see anything in the dark, murky waters, and the current quickly overpowered you. You weren’t even able to fight the large body of water when you felt your body being sucked down and away from everything you had ever known. When the cold and the dark enveloped you, you let go of your breath, the light from above disappearing from your vision as you closed your eyes in resignation.

You couldn’t remember what happened after that. Your mind was a blur, everything in your memory hazy and seen through the murky waters you had believed you had drowned in.

Later, you realized that you must’ve washed up on the long rocky beach before they took you. When the fae had taken you captive.

When you came to, you weren’t cold or wet anymore, but your hair still smelt like the salty water that had enveloped you as you swam after the seal. You weren’t anywhere near the sea anymore, you couldn’t even hear it, but you knew it hadn’t been a dream.

For days, you only saw the four walls of your new prison. The large window showed nothing but the drop of the mountains surrounding the entire castle. In other words, you couldn’t even dream of escaping. Unless you wished to crash through the colorful glass pains and into a sure death. There had been one other girl in the room, but you had barely spoken. Cuddling together during the cold nights to reserve some of your combined heat, you stayed quiet, knowing that your capturers were most likely listening to you at all times. The only words you had exchanged were simple words of comfort.

“I want to go home,” she had whispered one night. You had squeezed her tighter, answering with a hushed, “Me too.”

Even after days in captivity, you had a hard time understanding just what had happened on that day. The guards barely spoke to the two of you but made sure you were well-fed and clean the entire time. It was confusing, being a prisoner, but being taken care of by mystical creatures you had never even believed to be real.

You had been informed that you were the property of the fae realm inhabitants, of something called the Latha court. Everywhere you went in the short trips guards led you through in the castle you could only see what you would describe as impossible sights. Human-looking people with horns, tails, and skin that ranged in all the colors of the rainbow. You had heard stories of mystical beings, but they had only ever been just that - stories. Fairytales…

Humans existed in the castle, but they never even looked at you or your companion. Always too focused on their assignments. Clad in rags with hands cracked and bleeding from the cold.

It did seem as though they were being respected as servants, however. None of them were beaten, and none of them were ever heard complaining. You weren’t sure they were able to, but you chose not to think about that too much. Hoping with everything you had, that your captors were nicer than they had shown until now.

The days all felt the same in that dark room, the stone walls clad in rundown tapestries and flickering candles to fight the long nights didn’t help you or your companion when the horrible truth faced you both: you were either stuck in here forever, soon to be used as servants like the other humans you had seen around, or you would be killed.

It didn’t take long until the answer was clear to both of you. You sometimes overheard the people who passed by your room, but usually, it was nothing more than gossip or friendly chatter. This time, however, their words would haunt you both.

"Do you feel the thrill in the air? The Hunt is upon us!" A raspy voice had declared with joy as two sets of feet seemed to be passing by your door.

"The humans have been preparing for our ceremonial chase, let's hope it's more exciting than last year. I mean, come on, not a single scratch? Boring!"

"Well, we did stick to tradition and spiced things up in the Oidhche region. Those humans got a run for their money!" They both chuckle in unison as they continue down the corridor.

Their words sent chills down your back. Would you soon lose your life in the most gruesome of ways? You tried to not imagine what they had meant by “the Hunt”, but the way they had spoken of you and your cellmate as if you were nothing but prey had frightened you. You would need to escape, soon.

You had made up an escape plan, a plan you had told no one. But you knew your cellmate had her own plans, she had looked way too scared the day you had heard those two fae pass by your room speaking of the expected slaughter.

On the day you were both allowed out of your room to walk the short walk to the washrooms to shower, you knew time was of the essence. It had to happen today.

“Take the chance if it comes,” you whispered to your companion. Her hand closed around yours in response, as they led the both of you out and down the long spiral hallways that seemed to be everything the castle consisted of. You were cold, and your ears pulsed as the two guards showed you the way. They were stronger, and faster. You knew it from the way they weren’t the least bit scared that either of you would make a run for it. That’s why you stood a chance. They had underestimated you, and you would need to use that to your advantage. You were almost at the washrooms you had seen many times before when one of the guards stopped to chat with another fae, giving you just the opportunity the both of you had been looking for. Without a look, you both fled in different directions. the one guard who had been left alone with you was forced to choose who to chase after. Luckily for you, he didn’t seem to choose you this time.

You ran as fast as your legs could carry you, through the corridors that all looked the same, meeting close to nobody in the endless hallways to your luck. In some twisted fate of luck, you managed to rip open a large wooden door, the wind slapping you in the face as you stared out into the open mountain landscape. You needed to continue running if you wanted to live, but looking at where you must go next, you realized that you might die anyway.

It wasn’t much of a choice in the end, your life being taken by the elements at least seemed like the better option compared to the hunt that was going to be in your future no matter what you did if you stayed. You ran down the steep hill, not looking back at the large building a single time, praying to whoever would listen that nobody was following you just yet.

“Taehyun! Did you hear?” Seungkwan said as he sprinted to catch up with his friend. Or well, acquaintance. Taehyun didn’t see any of the people in his court as friends. Allies, perhaps, but not friends.

Taehyun had not heard, but judging by the exhilarated expression on Seungkwan’s face, the news he brought were big.

“Some of the humans ran away, with only three days left until the hunt starts too! And guess what, I heard that one of them was yours!” Seungkwan gossiped, looking intently at Taehyun’s expression to watch for any type of reaction to his words. To his disappointment, Taehyun proved hard to get a reaction from, as usual. Although allied, Taehyun wasn’t much of a fun person to play around with, at least not for his fae friends who loved rousing others for their entertainment. He had learned to keep up his cold facade in front of everyone. No weakness could ever be shown, or he would be exploited. He knew this. It had happened before.

“So? It’s not like there are too few humans in the world, what’s one less?”

The disdain in Taehyun’s words showed a bit more than he had intended to, a nice surprise for Seungkwan. “Well, even if they are rather worthless creatures, they sure are fun to play with…” Seungkwan said and winked at him. “Just remember to behave. We’re not like those savages from Oidhche, you know.”

“Behave? Why would I have to…”

Taehyun’s question was promptly interrupted by a servant hesitantly calling out his name. “Kang Taehyun?”

The servant drew his attention, and Seungkwan left him with more questions than answers, only the sinking feeling that he would have to deal with humans a lot more than he had hoped for this year.

He was correct, it didn’t take long before he had been informed by the servant that he was to leave immediately. His mission: catch the human he had brought in only a few weeks ago.

He was seething.

“Do I have to be the one? Can’t someone who takes pleasure in the damn hunt take her back into custody?”

“She was tricked by you, she's your responsibility. Leave soon, she can’t have gotten far.” Was all the servant responded, his monotone voice sounding more like a machine than a person.

Taehyun had always loathed the way the courts deprived humans of their free will. However, he despised the humans themselves even more. The servant left him as soon as his orders had been fulfilled.

Once she’s caught, I will just have to hunt her again once the ceremony begins. Taehyun thought as he wandered after the escaped human into the wilderness he had been informed that his prey had last been seen. He was tired of it all. The annual hunt, the three courts’ fake politeness, the humans that were brought back beaten and killed, or bitten and kept as nothing but pets.

It all disgusted him.

But in the end, he partook in it, year after year. Having little choice since he had sworn his oath to the Latha court in his youth. It was for protection, which he and his remaining family got. And honestly, it had been a good way to let off some steam. Having an outlet for all that anger was needed, but now…

It hadn’t taken Taehyun long to pick up on your track, seeing as you had no real survival skills and ended up leaving every kind of clue after you as you trudged through the wilderness.

It had only been a couple of hours since you had begun your run, and the sun was starting to set already. You had arrived at the edge of vegetation that wasn't just rocks and low bushes. The new area was filled with tall trees, high cliffs, and the sweet fragrance of pine.

If you weren’t running for your life, this would’ve been a nice hike.

As the daylight faded and the cold air grew stronger, you began to feel uneasy. You weren't adequately prepared for this journey and the thought of making it through the night was worrisome. The possibility of encountering wild animals added to your concerns. To make matters worse, it occurred to you that one of your captors, a fae, might also be stalking you in the darkness.

You continued to wander deeper into the patch of trees, hoping for some shelter from the wind, or some water that could drench the thirst that had begun becoming unbearable.

The warmth from the sun was gone quicker than you had hoped. You were already hungry and thirsty, and you had begun slightly regretting your decision to run. At least they had kept you warmer than you were right now, and you hadn’t had to go hungry or thirsty even once. Maybe you had gotten the wrong idea.

No. They had held you prisoner, and you had heard them speak of humans as if they were nothing but silly playthings one could kill or capture as one pleased.

They weren’t human, they meant you harm, and you needed to remember that.

It was almost dark now, and you were sobbing on a patch of moss. It was dry and scratched your fingers as you held onto it. You were ready to give up. You hadn’t been able to find anything, no water, to shelter, and in the end, you had even twisted your ankle.

You weren’t a “survivor”, you had lived a way too privileged life for this to be normal for you. All those movies and books had strong women who knew how to handle themselves even in situations such as these. Now, you realize that that was an ideal you fell short of right now.

The desperation and regret over how you had ended up in this situation made your body shake violently as you cursed your ex-fiance and best friend. You blamed them. And you couldn’t stop yourself from shouting into the forest at the thought of their betrayal. “IF I EVER GET BACK HOME YOU’RE BOTH DEAD FOR THIS!”

You almost missed the chuckle coming from behind you. But the echo of your voice didn’t hide the sound of another person in the wilderness completely. You froze.

“Who’s there?” You asked weakly, “Are you… here to kill me? To take me back to that castle?”

Not receiving any response added to your frustration. It was a matter of life and death and yet, the person on the other side chose not to respond, but instead, laugh at your misery.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?”

The voice scoffed, “Does that even matter at this point?”

As a man's voice pierced through the air, you were taken aback by how alluring it sounded. This unsettling realization left you feeling uneasy- you might consider going to therapy if you make it out alive. It's not ideal for one's first reaction to be finding their possible killer's voice attractive.

“I- Uhm, it matters.” You answered, a bit awkwardly.

Taehyun was a bit stunned by your shifting emotions. You were truly human, your aggressiveness and stupidity were both visible in how you spoke to him. He should kill you and have it be over with.

You squint at the shadows beneath the trees. Hoping you will get to see the man who belonged to the voice before your demise. Suddenly, the dim light hanging onto the branches in the woods reveals the man who caught up to you in just a few hours. Your jaw drops in amazement.

He was wearing only a robe, brownish gray and smooth, with specks of dark gray scattered throughout it. Seal skin, you realized and reeled back as you watched the man with eyes as dark as the deepest ocean approached you. The fur flowed with his movements, the part around his décolletage glistening from small pearls of salt and water that seemed to surround him. It was beautiful, the few rays of sun catching on the small drops all around him, making him appear as if he was nothing more than an illusion.

The scowl on his face dragged you back to your reality. He was coming for you, he had to be one of them.

“Wait!” you shouted, which miraculously made him stop in his tracks.

The fur wrapped around him had reminded you of just how you had ended up here, about your last moments in the human realm. “You’re… you’re that same seal, aren’t you?”

“Again, does it matter?” The man answered.

You frowned and swiped the back of your hand against your cheek, wiping away some of the tears that ran cold on your skin. “I told you. It matters.”

Were you irrational and stupid for not running, or were you one of those humans who used their fragility as a weapon? Taehyun couldn’t make up his mind about you just yet. He scanned you up and down, your scratched-up body still on your knees in the dry moss.

“Even if I am, don’t you think you should be running by now? You have been running all day, and yet, now that you see the one who got you here, you don’t even attempt to escape?”

Without thinking, you responded earnestly, “I don’t stand a chance anyhow. Why run?”

He considered this. He knew you were right. You were already a wreck, and it had been less than a full day since you had gone off on your own. "Then why should I bother? You speak true, your fate is sealed. The forces of nature shall ensure that humanity receives their due retribution in due time."

He turned to leave, and you panicked. You didn’t want to be left alone again. Left to die.

“Please, don’t leave me…” you said before you could stop yourself. Tears make your voice thick, sounding more like a plea than anything else.

Taehyun stopped, but he didn’t turn around. Seeing your sorry figure beg him to save your life was something he had seen enough times for an entire lifetime. The ships of people he had willed into the depths of the sea had all begged to live, and not once had he cared enough to save a single person on board. “I don’t care if you die out here.”

You knew that, but you were desperate for comfort and safety. “Hold me.”

Your voice was faint, but he heard you loud and clear.

"What?" he exclaimed, his surprise sounding genuine. He had expected begging, but certainly not a proposition that would require him to spend an entire night next to a human. He spun around to look you in the eyes.

You didn’t hold anything back anymore. You refused to die out here. Any way to survive was a good way, even if you had to agree to things you never wanted to agree to. “Hold me. Don’t go. Hold me close tonight. Let me survive the night, and I’ll go back with you without any fuss and you can hunt me again without having to put in any effort!”

“Without any fuss?”

“I’ll be super obedient.”

“Humans lie,” he said, pain now visible in his stormy eyes.

“I won’t survive if I lie.”

“No. You won’t.”

With that he sat down against the large rock beside you, his big doe eyes catching the last of the sun’s rays as he watched you come closer and crawl over to him and huddle close against his warm body. The fur that wrapped around him kept him warm in even the harshest of conditions.

You didn’t question anything, already trying your best to live up to the promise you had made. No fuss. Just survival.

Taehyun had never expected that he would wake up next to a human clinging to him like this. Let alone one that was supposed to be captured or killed by him. Instead, he watches you as you sleep, the morning sun lighting up your features.

Your body is soft, your limbs all wrapped around him as if he was someone you loved, instead of someone you should be afraid of. It made his heart beat faster, heat creeping up his face as he caught himself pushing a lock of hair behind your ear. He hated you, he hated you as much as all other humans. Just because you were one of the prettiest humans he had seen up close, he couldn’t just abandon that hatred. He quickly pulled his hand away from you and pushed you off of him. You have gotten enough sleep. He needed you both to get back to the court before the hunt.

“Let’s go,” he ordered the moment your eyes opened, a hand quickly shielding your eyes from the sharp sun that shone down through the foliage.

“What?” you asked with a hoarse voice. “Is it time for work already, baby?”

Taehyun knew you hadn’t meant him. But he couldn’t help the way his heart ached when you called him by the endearment.

Humans, always playing tricks on each other. They don’t care about anyone but themselves, and they have the guts to pretend that they feel affection towards one another through names like those.

He hated them.

And you…?

You were in a lot of pain, but you didn’t whine as much as you would have liked to as you tried to keep your promise. And your captor didn’t complain about your slow hike back through the forest more than a couple of times. Neither of you were saying much at all if you were being honest. It wasn’t until after a few hours that you had to speak up about how thirsty and hungry you were, that Taehyun did anything but look back at you to make sure you were following him closely enough. He came close to you, stormy eyes looking down at you with disdain.

“Once you humans get something, you always want more. I spared your life, so why can't you just come with me quietly?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll make it back without your help." You protested.

He watched you as he considered if he should simply leave you to die, it was always an option. But with so little time until the hunt, he would have to put even more energy into finding a new human that could participate in the games. You just needed some water, he could use some too if he was honest. And he was always honest if nothing else.

“Come on,” Taehyun said and turned around. Kneeling on the ground with his back towards you. You stood in shock, watching the back of his body as he waited for you.

“You don’t mean…” you hesitated to finish your question, what if he would kill you for even suggesting something as absurd as him carrying you, his prey, on his back?

“I don’t have all day. If you would rather walk yourself, that’s fine by me, but you better keep up.”

You carefully let your body rest against him as he rose from the ground. His body was much stronger than it might’ve looked under the thick fur that hung over his toned limbs. You felt the cold of a blade at his side, your skirt having slipped up just enough for your leg to be bare against the soft fur. It made you remember once again that he could change his mind and kill you at any moment. But he hadn’t, and you couldn’t help but be thankful for that.

He carried you for miles, over the rocky mountain ranges, and through patches of higher vegetation. The entire time your core was being pressed against his hard back. You held back your thoughts the best you could, but having your hands wrapped around his strong shoulders made it hard not to think about how long it had been since you had last felt the relief of an orgasm.

Taehyun himself had tried his very best to ignore the tiny sounds you made whenever he adjusted your position on his back. It wasn’t often he had been in a position where he heard that kind of sound coming from a woman, much less a human woman. The way it made blood rush to parts of his body he didn’t want it to, made him irrationally angry.

Before you could make up your mind on how to handle the sensation you heard the faint sound of water. Salt filled the air, but you couldn’t see the ocean anywhere.

“Are we there soon?” you asked hopefully.

“Yes,” Taehyun answered without further explanation.

Soon you could see what you had only heard, a large ocean, but no shore in sight. You two now stood on a cliff that dropped straight down to the angry sea below.

“You don’t intend to throw me off into the ocean, right?” you said as a joke, but when you got no answer, you began to get a bit worried.

He wasn't throwing you to your death this time though. “The stream over there has fresh water. You can do what you need to do there,” he said while dropping you down on your hurt foot, making you wince in pain. Reminding him yet again of how you had huffed right beside his ear for hours.

You made your way over to the wide stream, watching as it flowed from the high mountains down the barren landscape only to disappear off the side of the cliff you stood on. The freshwater from the mountaintops joined the vast sea with a rumble of thunder that echoed up the rocky walls.

In the cold but clear water, you drank until you had quenched your thirst, and began washing up. You had gotten both sweaty and dirty from running yesterday and sleeping on the ground last night. As you pulled off piece by piece of your clothing to wash every inch of your skin in the chilly water, you felt his gaze on you.

He had tried not to look, but it was hard to look away from your sensual body. The way your back curved, your legs that you oh so carefully washed clean, and when you turned a bit he could see the curve of your chest. Nipples hard from the cold, hands smoothing down the curves of your body as you got rid of any signs of your struggles from the previous day and night.

Taehyun couldn’t take his eyes off of you, his prey, basking in the sunlight, stripped down to almost nothing. If this was another trick of yours, you had succeeded, he thought bitterly. He pressed on his hardness, but it only grew as you threw on only your shirt and began walking back towards where your hunter sat. You had quickly tried to wash everything else you owned and thought that if the sun couldn’t keep you warm enough, maybe your captor could help you yet again.

Your intentions might have been less than pure, but you never actually thought the man who had seemed so indifferent to you would ever give you the pleasure you craved by now. However, you immediately spot what he’s trying to hide when you come close enough to see his tense stance. It was big. Hard, and hard to hide.

It honestly turns you on even more. You have been high on adrenaline for hours, then cuddled to sleep by one of the most ripped men you have ever seen in real life. Edged by his back, and then aroused by his gaze on your naked body. His erection was just proof that he felt the same way you did.

It might be a bad idea to sleep with your enemy, but-

Why not release some steam before you have to figure out a new way of getting out of this situation?

Taehyun seemed oblivious to your plans, too focused on the way you stood, half-naked, watching him carefully from only a couple of meters away. He couldn’t meet your eyes, but he could feel them seeing through his fur coat, noticing every involuntary twitch of his body.

When you had made up your mind you didn’t give yourself a chance to change your mind.

You went straight up to the man where he stood, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your soft body against his hardness. “Tell me if you don’t want me,” you stated before kissing his lips softly.

He returned it with fierceness. The passion of his tongue pressing into your mouth made your core ache for his touch. It didn’t matter who either of you were. It didn’t matter how you had gotten here. When he laid you down on the sun-warm grass and kissed down your body all you could think about was the pleasure he would give you.

When his tongue flicked over your hard nipples your back arched into his touch. You were a needy mess when his fingers pushed their way inside of you. Your first orgasm washed over you as you moaned into the open sky above and his hand pressed against all the parts you needed him to touch. This only seemed to spur on the fire in your hunter’s actions even more.

Caressing, more gentle than you had thought any fae capable of, and kisses, laden with the attraction you both held for one another made your mind fog up.

When you begged him to put it in, he obeyed. Giving you exactly what you asked for. You had never felt so full, and you wished that your ex could cry about how he would never be able to fill you up this good. You meet Taehyun’s thrusts with your hips each time, grinding up against him, chasing your high yet again. His moans echoed in your mind. They sounded like the most beautiful siren melody, and you were already a lost soul in the deep waters that belonged to the man who had you screaming for more even as you knew what awaited the two of you in your future.

He came on your stomach, your legs quivering as your core clenched around nothing once his length left you empty. The last thing you thought before giving in to the tiredness was that you had finally found your ticket out of this place.

Not even as he fucked you had he taken his fur off. It had to mean something.

Your eyes open but your body stays completely still. The sun was setting once again, the sun shone down on your hunter's sharp features. He held you safely in his arms, and you couldn't ignore the fact that he was truly enchanting. Your hand smoothed over the fur that was loosely wrapped around his body. You had no idea what it could mean to him, but perhaps you had been right when you recognized the pattern of the fur.

Maybe, this man was that same seal. And maybe, this fur was the only way he could shift between the two.

You remembered what you had promised. But did he truly expect you to stick to your promise even as he was bringing you back to the people who had held you captive as a prisoner for weeks? He couldn’t be that naive.

He was still asleep when you ripped the fur from his body. Leaving him bare, so gorgeous you almost regretted betraying his trust in this way as it meant you would certainly never see or feel his touch on you again. It was too late now though. You held his fur in your hand, grabbing the knife that had been attached to the garment. Taehyun woke from your movements and the knowledge that what he cared for most had been taken from him.

“Give that back,” he warned, eyes watching the knife pressed to his fur with caution. You could hear thunder in the distance.

“Send me home, and you can have it back.” You tried to steel yourself for what he would say or do in response to your actions.

It was a threat, and he had messed up by even giving you the chance to make the situation disadvantageous for him.

“I shouldn’t have expected you to be any different in the end. Always lying, always taking everything.” He thought about his own family, his parents, brothers, sisters, and cousins. All were killed by humans, hunters, and collectors. They always betrayed nature, and they were all liars who should never be trusted.

You had just proven years of hatred and suspicion true with your betrayal.

“Hand it over.”

“Not unless you promise to get me home!”

“I thought you knew that you wouldn’t survive if you chose to lie to me.”

He sounded hurt under the anger. Surprisingly, it pained you. Had you grown affectionate of the man you had been hunted, led astray, and were supposed to hate after a few gentle actions of affection from him?

You couldn’t think about it. Not now. You needed to get home.

“Send me home! I don’t want to do it, but I can’t die here!”

Taehyun’s gaze didn’t leave your grip on his fur. You didn’t know the power you held over him by holding that in your hands. If you truly destroyed it, he would be dead within a day. But telling you would only give you more power. How did you figure it out? Had his stern facade been broken down by a mere human woman?

He growled out his next words. Hating every second you were still in his sight. “Fine. give it to me, and you will go back.”

You knew it was dumb to trust him, but if his previous actions and the myth about fae not being able to lie was his true self, he would keep his promise no matter what. You lowered the knife, holding out the coat.

Your chest heaved with adrenaline. You didn’t know if you could bear meeting his dark eyes after what you had done. But it would all be worth it once you got home. Right?

Taehyun reached for his fur, snatching it out of your hand. His gaze was finally able to look at you once it was back in his possession. You looked apologetic, it disgusted him. You didn’t deserve to beg for his forgiveness, even through your eyes.

When he took a step closer, your grip around the blade you still held tightened. Would he kill you instead?

The clouds above your head draw nearer, thunder coming closer with every second that passes. You could barely hear him over the sounds of the waves below the cliff you stood on, breaking against the mountainside. You stepped back as he stepped towards you, his dark eyes keeping your attention locked on him. You didn’t even register how far he had pushed you until he put his hand on your chest, worried he might feel how hard your heartbeat was from his intimidating stare.

“I never want to see you again.” his voice barely above a whisper. With a gentle push, his hand left your skin, and your feet were no longer on solid ground. You fell down the cliffside.

Did he just push you to your death? You didn’t even scream. You simply accepted what had happened as you fell. At least, you had tried to get back home. Your body cracked through the surface of the water. But it didn’t hurt as much as you had imagined falling to your death would.

When the darkness enveloped you once again, you were convinced this was the end of your depressing life. But, if he was anything, Taehyun was honest. He would keep his promise no matter what. You found yourself resurfacing from the water onto the same shoreline you had left just a little while ago. Struggling for breath, you managed to crawl back to the safety of the land, coughing up water and feeling your lungs ache more than the rest of your body.

You had made it back from the place no one was to return from. Thanks to him.

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kiirotoao · 11 months

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“It’s you. It’s always been you.”

A list of reasons why Mike needs to say this in his confession to Will or so help me.

The drama. Notice the magnification of “you.” Of Will being the direct subject and only needed subject of both sentences.

The romance. Although this is not a direct profession of “love,” it certainly is a loving and honoring thing to assert that Will simply being in Mike’s life is enough to make Mike feel loved.

The present. Think of the loving emphasis of Will’s present (it’s = it is) significance in Mike’s life. Season to season we’ve seen these two either fight for each other or with each other, and this phrase just brings it all home for Mike to say and acknowledge that he values the life they’ve spent together and treasures the culmination of love that we as the audience have been able to savor, too.

The past. Then also think of the loving emphasis of Will’s past (it’s always been = it has always been) significance in Mike’s life. Note the absolute tenderness of saying that Will has always been there for Mike, touching on their history beyond what we’ve seen in their relationship.

The potential parallel. Along the lines of this moment emphasizing their relationship beyond the show, think of how this could be like a repeat shed scene, another reference to their past: “it was the best thing I’ve ever done” but openly romantic, now. Think of how the shots could be blocked similarly, but maybe Mike is fully in the light as he fully subscribes to who he is and how much he loves Will.

The realization. Think of the painting. Of Will’s once veiled confession. Think of Mike reflecting on and returning that same love, that, at the end of the day, resonates so deeply with Mike that elevating Will is all he can do out of his gratitude for Will professing his love to him, first.

The First Lie/I Love You leitmotif conclusion. Maybe Mike is speechless after he and Will share confessions and this is all that comes out. Maybe he’s gone on a long, loving rant as to why he loves Will and he concludes with this. Either way, or whatever way it happens, this phrase could be the beautiful cherry on top that simply sums up: I love you (and does it in a way that doesn’t sound forced). And how easily would this phrase fit in with a matching theme to Will’s Being Different and the finishing phrase: “[I] need you, Mike, and [I] always will” but much more hopeful. Without the lie. Without the need to hide. What if the new leitmotif reaches its loudest refrain when Mike says this, and thereafter we see Will’s reaction.

So, yes, I am a little crazy over this phrase. But can you blame me?

#the 7 was obviously not intentional 😉#I actually fully didn’t plan on using 7 reasons but it just happened #yep Byler just happened #byler #byler theory #byler analysis #byler parallels #byler brainrot

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kitthepurplepotato · 6 months

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Chapter 10 - The end and the beginning.

Last chapter!

Summary: It’s the last day of your trip with Shouta; it’s a day filled with tears, laughter and a bunch of confessions.

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of sex, keep an eye out for the !!! sign because this chapter has some saucy bits. Please skip it if you are under 18 or not comfortable with that kind of content. No actual smut though! Thank you for your cooperation!

First Chapter Master List

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It’s your last night at Shouta’s holiday home. To be honest, the vibe isn’t the best; the teens were really quiet today compared to their usual selves, Shouta’s been in his own head all day, barely responding to anyone, Present Mic tried his best to keep the gang entertained but somehow, even the loudest ones needed a bit of solitude on the last day, rather talking on the beach in small groups than playing around with the whole gang. For your surprise, the quietest one was Kaminari today; he’s been moping around since the morning, taking deep breaths before every single fake smile. There’s only few hours left before it’s bedtime so you decide to take the matter in your own hands; you absolutely hate seeing this boy all sad and mopey.

“What’s on your mind, Denks?” You ask him, slowly approaching the sulking boy who’s sprawled out on the sofa, all alone. You’ve been around the teen enough to know he’s not actually interested in the random show playing on the TV; his eyes are clouded with something sorrowful, fingers playing with the edge of the pillow he’s clutching to his chest.

“I’m okay, Y/N! Just a little bit tired.” Denki tries to make a fake smile. Instead of telling the boy off for lying, you take the pillow from him; first, he looks really confused by your actions but when the pillow is being replaced by your own body and you pull the boy to your chest in a motherly hug, the facade breaks; tiny sobs leave the youngling’s mouth, his fingers clutching the back of your shirt as he cries.

“It’s okay, Denks. Let it all out.” You tap his back soothingly. Hitoshi appears in the door leading to the beach, worried and just as sad as the blonde in your arms; you make a motion with your head, telling the boy to leave. He nods with a sad face and makes his way back to his friends; it breaks your heart to do this to him but you really want to talk to the boy and help him with his confession - let’s be honest, this must be about that - because it’s clearly killing them both.

“I can’t do this anymore.” The boy mumbles, completely broken. “It hurts so much but every time I think about being rejected and losing him as a friend hurts even more.”

“First of all, Hitoshi would never do that.” You reprimand. “You are his best friend and he would do anything to stay by your side. He’s not going to ghost you just because of this. Also, I’ll be honest with you; you are really fucking stupid if you think he doesn’t feel the same.”

Apparently, Denki didn’t like your answer because he pulls away, his voice loud and angry when he speaks up next.

“You literally heard me saying that I think he’s the hottest guy in the class and he didn’t even say anything about it since. He’s ignoring all my flirting. Stop giving me false confidence!”

“Denki, lower your voice, I’m not here to be yelled at, I’m here to help!” You reprimand again, this time with much more fervor. The blonde boy cowers under your gaze, probably realizing how disrespectful he’s being, but instead of saying sorry he stands up, ready to flee the scene. You roll your eyes and push the boy down to sit back. “I’ll tell you a story and you’ll listen. I’ll let you go after that, okay?” Your tone changes into a mild, soothing one. “Toshi probably told you most of the story anyway but I want you to listen to my side of it.” You sigh. “Shouta and I had a really nice first date. Honestly, it was the most perfect day ever but I knew Shouta only said yes to that date because of Megumi and it wasn’t supposed to be this great. We were both really confused by the end of it. I was with him the whole day, I met his family and loved them all; but then the day ended and he rejected me on the spot.” You give the sobbing blonde a sad smile. “That day, I went straight to my bed, ignoring my girl and cried the whole night. It was only one date but I liked that man since Megumi started UA and all my feelings came back to the surface and they started to suffocate me after that day so I decided to push him away instead of talking it all out. I was childish.” You sigh again. For your surprise, Denki looks really invested in your story now, sad puppy eyes staring into yours as you finish your story. “I was an absolute asshole to him the next time we met but instead of yelling he pulled me close, told me to stop and gave me his number. And now look at me.” You smile at the boy, ruffling his messy hair.

“You think I should tell him? Even if he might reject me?” Denki mutters then goes on a rant. “I want to tell him. I want to tell him how special he is, because I know he has no idea. He has no fucking idea how head over heels I am for his stupid lavender eyes and Gucci eye bags. He doesn’t even know that every time he touches me I feel like I’m being electrocuted even though I’m literally a guy with an electric quirk. He needs to know that his smile cures my depression and every time I feel down I think about him and life is suddenly so much brighter! Fuck, I’m gonna tell him now! Thank you, Y/N!” Denki jumps off the sofa but he can barely make two steps before he runs right into Hitoshi who clearly didn’t listen to you when you told him to leave. Denki pales completely, his confidence shattering right away as he’s face to face with the boy of his dreams.

“How… much…” Denki stutters, slowly stepping away from the purple haired boy.

“All of it.” Hitoshi pants, not even letting Denki to finish his sentence. He pulls the blonde boy to his chest, in a tight embrace. “Y/N is right by the way. You are really fucking stupid.”

… Okay, this is your time to sneak out of the room. You barely make it out to the beach before Hitoshi takes Denki’s confused face into his hands and crushes his lips together with his.

Uhh, that must have hurt. Oh well, they will get the hang of it by the time the gang goes back into the house tonight.

~•🩶•~

“Your kid is probably having a heated make out session on the couch, you two are like two peas in a pod.” You giggle as you lower yourself next to Shouta. He’s laying on a massive towel sprawled out behind a bunch of massive rocks, hidden away from the eyes of the youngsters and Present Mic.

“Thank you, now I’ll never be able to close my eyes without thinking about those two making out in Hitoshi’s room.” He frowns and wiggles around until he can put his face on your squishy chest.

“Tell me about it, they didn’t even wait until I left the room. I had to witness their first kiss, Shouta.” You retort, looking like you went through hell before coming out here.

“How bad was it?” Aizawa snorts, grinning. Your hands wander into his hair, massaging his scalp and Shouta murmurs quietly at the nice feeling.

“Really bad. Like teeth clashing, noses-in-the-way kinda bad.” You laugh, utterly amused.

“That’s our boy. I’m proud.” Shouta snorts again. Your heart skips a beat and you forget to laugh so Shouta looks up at you, worry written all over his face.

“Our… boy?” You mutter, hands falling from the hero’s hair. Shouta realizes his mistake, a tiny blush appearing on his face as his words sink in.

“One day, yeah.” He puts his head back, faking nonchalance. “If you want to.”

Silence falls on the two of you, only the sound of the rumbling sea and the distant laughter disturbing the peaceful, quiet night. After a few minutes, Shouta takes a deep breath, his head facing the rocks.

“Do you remember when I said Megumi will be yours sooner than you think?” Aizawa mutters into your chest.

“Yeah and I told you I can’t provide all the necessities to get accepted…” You start your rant but Shouta doesn’t let you finish your sentence.

“You do… have all of that now.” Shouta speaks up, his head facing your way now. For some reason, the man looks terrified. “I…” he sits up and takes your hand into his lap, caressing the skin to calm himself down. “I want us to be a family, Y/N. I know, this is really sudden and you probably think it’s too soon, but I told you how heroes think there’s no tomorrow when it comes to these things and I’m also one of those people who think that way.”

You are rendered speechless. Shouta trembles like a leaf, anxiety showing clearly on his face and if you look close enough you can see the fear of rejection in his eyes.

Your heart is about to explode in your chest, mostly from happiness but also from the fact that this is clearly not the end of his speech; there is something else, something extremely important for the hero in front of you so you decide not to show your happiness yet in case it all goes wrong. He fiddles your fingers and takes a deep breath before he continues.

“But…” There it is. There it fucking is. You knew it. “I don’t want any of this if Megumi can’t be officially a part of it. And I also don’t want you to be my date. Or my girlfriend.”

Your heart shatters into pieces. On the last day of your perfect holiday, your whole being is being crushed into the sand on this fucking amazing beach, by the hands of the man you loved with your whole being. Tears trail down your cheeks and you try to move away but your hand is stuck between Shouta’s so you can’t go to far; Shouta pulls you back into a sitting position and moves his hand to the side of yours; you look down at your hands, incapable of looking into the man’s eyes and something glistens in the moonlight; there is a ring on your ring finger, white gold with a black crystal in the middle. You look at Shouta with pure confusion.

“… I want you to be my wife, Y/N.” Shouta smiles, his eye shining from unshed tears. “I want you to be the mother of my kids and I want to be the father of Megumi. So… what… do you think?”

“I thought you are about dump me, you fucking idiot.” You start sobbing into the man’s shirt, pulling him as close as humanly possible.

“I tried my best with the speech, I’m sorry if it wasn’t the best, I’m not good with feelings…” He mutters, but you shut him up with your mouth.

“Marry me, Shouta.” You whimper into his mouth between two kisses. “I can’t wait to have a big, loud family with you.” You move away to give the man a big grin, happy tears still falling down your cheeks.

“I hope you guys can pack quickly, because I want you two in my house as soon as possible. I already asked Cementoss to fix my house by tomorrow in case you say yes.” Shouta admits with a blush.

“Is this why you were away that day? To have this all sorted?” You mumble into his chest.

“Yes. We can do the paperwork now then have a proper ceremony later. Megumi’s adoption papers are ready to go as well. I hope that’s okay.” Aizawa mutters, a little bit ashamed.

“Of course it’s okay, Shou.” You laugh. “Oh my god.” You yelp, shaking from the excitement. “We need to tell the kids.” You grin like a maniac, eyes shiny from the recently shedded tears. You pull your boyfriend… wait… fiancé?! up from the towel and make your way towards the loud group sitting around the other side of the beach. For your surprise, Hitoshi and Denki also joined the group, now shamelessly cuddling; Denki sits between Hitoshi’s long legs, his back resting on the purple haired boy’s chest, while Hitoshi’s arms are wrapped around the smaller boy, his chin on his shoulders.

“Attention!” Shouta speaks up and the group of younglings automatically sit up straight, like they’re still at school. It’s really adorable. “We have something to tell you…” Shouta says with utter seriousness but you don’t let him finish the sentence.

“We’re getting married!” You yell in a high pitched voice, jumping around like a lovesick teenager with your hands in the air, showing off the new ring Shouta just gave you.

It’s a lot to take in. It’s sudden and probably a little bit irresponsible; getting married to a guy you’ve only known for a year and dated for a few weeks… but that’s also the thrill of it. You lived your life doing what’s the best for the others around you; you helped out your sister, took in a kid in need, stopped dating to have more time to spend with your daughter… you never partied, never did anything stupid and while you certainly don’t think there is anything about this situation that’s considered stupid, it’s definitely something new, something that you’ll do for yourself, someone might even say it’s selfish but honestly, you don’t fucking care.

Since you got to know Shouta, your whole life turned upside down in the best way possible; seeing his little, hidden smile on the screen of your phone made even the worst day into the best one, his touches healed your broken soul and mended your broken heart; it might have been only a couple of weeks but you already know Shouta is the one. Fuck, you knew it from day one, when Aizawa-sensei opened his office door for you with a sleepy look on his face, cold as ice but somehow still warm under the surface. You knew it when Shouta brought you into that cute cat coffee and hogged all the cats to himself, you knew it when you met his two children, those broken souls with a heart of gold, you knew it when he first kissed you, first held you in his arms… the list goes on and on, a never ending circle of appreciation swirling in your mind when you think about Shouta. You look into your partner’s eye and he understands it all; there is no need for words, no need for reassurance; you both know this is the right thing to do for you, for him, for your children, for the world, for the whole fucking universe. You two are like two, off-shaped puzzle pieces, meant for no one but the other.

“Good luck finding a boyfriend if Aizawa-sensei is your father.” Katsuki snickers, his eyes glinting with mischievousness.

“Well, thank fuck he really loves you then.” Megumi retorts, not even looking at the blonde as she makes her way towards you to give you a massive hug. Katsuki just sits there, cheeks ruddy, his aggressive retort frozen on the tip of his tongue. “I’m really happy for you, Mom.” Megumi sniffles into your shirt then makes her way towards Shouta with a teary eyed smile.

“Aizawa-sensei, with all due respect, if you ever make her cry I’ll ruin your life.” Megumi tries to make a mean face and Shouta giggles at her. The whole gang gawks again, just like the last time but they school their faces just in time to not get caught.

“Call me Shouta when we’re not in class.” The hero mumbles with an almost red face.

“Give me 5 to 7 days to get used to that, Shouta…sensei.” Megumi mutters, giggling to herself as she hugs your partner affectionately.

You really shouldn’t cry again, fuck.

“You really did it, oh my god.” Hitoshi jumps up, letting Denki fall into the sand. He yelps then laughs, looking fondly at his new boyfriend embracing his father with nothing but pride and love. “You are a legend, dad.”

“I have a mom now!” Eri yells and jumps into your arms, happy tears trailing down her cheeks. “I have a big family! This is the best day ever!” The little girl smiles while she gives you a bone-crushing hug.

Shouta and you look at each other and you don’t need to say anything out loud for you two to know this was the best decision of your lives.

~•🩶•~

“Hey kids, do you mind if I crash with you tonight?” Present Mic comes out of your room with his super fancy, black and gold sleeping bag, ready for the impromptu sleepover with the kids. He gives you two a knowing look; both of you flush from his cheeky gaze, because you know what the real reason is.

“Make yourself comfortable, sensei! You can use my sleeping bag if you are cold!” Denki adds proudly; you are not even suprised to see the two boys sharing a sleeping bag. You have no idea how did those two fit into it, they might look thin and lanky from far away, but both of them have just enough muscle on them to make this stunt impossible. Well, with enough love in your heart, you can achieve whatever you want, they say.

“Oh my god Denks, stop throwing your happiness in our faces.” Megumi grins at the two boys, clearly not meaning any of it; apparently everyone decided to do a massive sleepover in the living room on the last day of the trip, even little Eri came out of her bedroom, her hello Kitty themed pillow and throw ready for her on the sofa. It melts you heart how it wasn’t even a question for them to let the little girl take the best place in the room, bless their little hearts.

“You two will boil to death in there, it’s the middle of the summer you stupid fucks.” Katsuki murmurs, disgusted by the PDA.

“Yeah, I’m quite sure you would be just as keen to boil to death in this situation, Katsuki.” Mina murmurs under her covers, half asleep.

“There’s literally no such thing as too hot with my quirk.” Katsuki retorts, clearly aggravated by the challenge.

“Well… there is only one way to find out if that’s true…” Mina goes from a sleepy potato into a wide-awake, ferocious animal as she moves towards the blonde with quick steps, not even giving the guy enough chance to react before her body falls on him. The rest of gang decides to do the same, plopping next to or on the top of the blonde; yells, explosions and death threats are being thrown around the room but none of them cares; the teens make a big pile around the angry Katsuki, giggling while Mic takes a picture of the group with a massive grin on his face.

“Let’s go.” Shouta murmurs into your ears and your heart stops for a second; his arms wrap around your hips from behind and pulls you into his chest, his whole body flush against you.

“Uhumm.” You agree and that’s all Shouta waited for; in a matter of seconds the door shuts behind you and your back hits the soft bed with Shouta right on top of you.

!!!

It all starts with heated kisses and gentle touches all over your clothed body; Shouta kisses your neck, your collarbone, your chin, your arms and slowly moves his hand to get rid of the “offensive”, oversized shirt you stole from Shouta’s dresser. Needless to say, you don’t wear a bra at home. Thank god Shouta had enough care for you to pop a throw over the two of you before his shenanigans.

The shirt is gone, your hands are under Shouta’s own top, mapping around his chest; finally, you are able to touch him all over, even the sensitive areas and nothing can stop you right now; the happiness of getting married and the excitement of a new life makes you brave and unstoppable, and Shouta clearly doesn’t mind your wandering hands all over him.

He kisses your fingers one by one then stares at the ring with a dark, possessive look on his face; needless to say it all goes right between your legs. The laughter has subdued outside the room; by the sound of it, the kids are already asleep.

“How quiet can you be, Y/N?” Shouta’s hand caresses your whole body; it moves from your neck all the way through the middle of your upper body in one straight line, then he stops at the hem of your joggers, absently playing with the strings then he starts to pull, slowly and gently, not breaking eye contact.

It’s soo much. It’s too much, really. But somehow, you want to push your limits today.

“Let’s find out.” You whisper into his mouth, your own hands working their way down to rid him of his underwear.

… apparently, you can do quiet, but not quiet enough to not rile up Shouta until he starts biting and panting, body bursting from lust and affection.

!!! - cheekyness done

Today, you’ve learned that Shouta isn’t just an amazing person; he’s also amazing at everything else. You can’t wait to live your whole life with this wonderful, hidden gem of a man.

“I love you, Shou.” You mumble into his naked chest, legs tangled together under the light comforter. Shouta pulls you even closer and takes a big breath right in the crook of your neck; you are quite sure you don’t smell that nice after the shenanigans you’ve been up to but you decide not to comment on that.

“I love too. I can’t wait to call you my wife. I’ll put a picture of you on my desk so everyone can gawk at how pretty you are.” He murmurs, clearly out of it. Post-sex Shouta is an interesting species. The guy has no filter.

“People usually say things like that before the action, not after.” You giggle to yourself, tired and ready to sleep.

“Who said we are done here?” Shouta mutters as he leaves tiny kisses on your neck. You are quite sure you have goosebumps in places goosebumps shouldn’t even appear.

“Your alarm clock set to 5AM, Shou.” You sigh into the man’s mouth.

“Want me to stop then?” He smiles like a cheeky child, leaving kisses everywhere he can reach.

“Don’t you dare.” You giggle; tomorrow’s problems doesn’t matter today anyway.

… needless to say, you both slept through your alarm the next day and got bullied for it during breakfast, but it was definitely worth it.

You started this journey as a lonely soul, but left Shouta’s holiday home as a part of a new family; finally, everything is okay and there is nothing but anticipation in your heart, burns and bruises long forgotten.

~•🩶•~

4 years later

“We’re home!” The two boys, Hitoshi and Denki stumble in through the door, hands full of gift bags.

“You two!” You put your ladle down right away, sprinting towards the two with pure anger in your eyes. These two motherfuckers are the bane of your existence. Why, you ask? “Don’t you fucking dare to leave me for a month ever again, you hear me?!” The two boys look at your teary eyes with nothing but fondness as they hug you, each on one side. You are so sad Mic couldn’t make it today due to a mission; he missed his boys so much he called Shouta every day to cry about it. Shou really knows how to choose the perfect godfather for his kids; they are all spoiled to death by him, especially the little one.

“We missed you too, mom!” Hitoshi snickers and hugs you tighter; you can’t believe these two boys are almost 20 years old. They went to America for a month by themselves, for fucks sake! Where has the time gone?!

“Mama said a bad word!” The little boy yells, sitting up straight on his favorite kitten bean bag.

“Yes she did.” Shouta makes a suprised face at the kid. “And what happens when someone says a bad word in this house, Oboro?” Shouta makes a wondering face, stroking his stubble and all that jazz. You love this man so much.

“Bad word… box!” The boy says and you roll your eyes.

“Swear jar, honey, but that’s right.” You put a few coins into the jar sitting on the coffee table.

Hitoshi hugs his little brother and tickles him viciously; the sound makes the rest of the household and Katsuki come out from Megumi’s room to investigate the sudden commotion.

“Toshi! Denks! Finally!” Eri and Megumi runs towards the two boys, tackling them to the floor out of pure love.

“I won’t leave you alone until you finished your assignment, young lady! Chop-chop!” Katsuki murmurs towards the pile on the floor; Megumi stands up and makes her way towards his boyfriend of 4 years and leaves a tiny kiss on his cheeks. Funnily enough, Katsuki still gets all red when Megumi does anything romantic when others are around and it’s the cutest thing the world has ever seen.

“Let her enjoy this moment, Kat. It’s so rare we have the whole family together now that we all moved out.” Megumi snuggles into the blonde’s arms and his frown changes into a fond look; oh damn, you give them another year before Katsuki pops the question. That boy is head over heels for your girl and you absolutely love to see it. Talking about popping the question…

“… then we almost got married in Vegas.” Denki finishes his sentence with a dreamy look on his face while Hitoshi spits his virgin margarita on the dinner table.

“Honestly? I’m surprised you didn’t actually do it.” Megumi grins at the two lovebirds.

“Apparently we were too drunk for the ceremo…” Hitoshi’s hand lands on Denki’s nape with a loud slap, his whole face flushed with guilt. “I’m so sorry, Toshi.”

You can barely contain your anger.

“We let you two go away for a month and you thank us by getting wasted on a foreign land?! Illegally, I must add?!”

Shouta can’t hide his giggle; he puts one hand on your thigh, stroking it gently to calm you down.

“They are both in University, trust me it wasn’t the first time they got wasted.” Shouta smiles and your anger evaporates into thin air, your frown changing into a fond, lovesick look as you gaze at your perfect husband.

“Oh my god, not at the dinner table!” Megumi retorts with a grin. “It has been 4 years but you two are still insufferable. I can’t believe you.”

Honestly? Neither can you. The amount of love and affection you feel towards your husband even after all these years is almost ridiculous and it goes the other way around as well; Shouta saw you giving birth to his child yet he still looks at you like you are the most perfect human being, with your loose skin, stretch marks and all that jazz.

“What can I say, love is like a truck; you can’t just dust your legs and walk away when you get hit by it.” Aizawa retorts then hides his face with his hands, embarrassed. “That sounded so much better in my head.”

“Did you just compare me to a terrible accident, Shou?!” You laugh like a maniac, cuddling into your husband’s arms to make him feel better.

“At least he didn’t compare you to Shigaraki’s decay.” Megumi retorts. “Love is like being hit by Shigaraki’s quirk; once it’s done it lasts forever.”

For everyone’s surprise, Shouta is the one who starts to howl at that, tears falling on his face at how hard he’s laughing.

“Bro, too deep.” Katsuki says but he can’t hide his fond smile as he looks at the whole family laughing their asses off.

“Why is this so funny?” The little boy blinks a few times, his face hilariously confused. Needless to say, that triggers another laughing fit and you are quite sure the whole UA can hear your laughter in their dorms but they are quite used to Aizawa sensei’s loud family by now so it’s okay.

Fuck, your life is amazing and so are the people surrounding you; you couldn’t be more proud of them.

Life is fucking good, Goddammit.

You pop a few coins into the swear jar sitting on the table, conveniently placed in the middle in case someone says something nasty during dinner time; the whole family looks at you with questioning eyes, and you couldn’t keep the smile off your face even if you tried.

“I fucking love you, guys.” You grin at them and continue eating.

“Mom is so cheeky.” Oboro mutters to himself, his hands deep in his bowl.

“And we love her for that.” Shouta murmurs into your ears, leaving a tiny kiss on your cheeks.

You feel like you’ll never get used to this constant feeling of happiness but that’s not a problem; you have at least 40 more years to get properly used to it.

The end.

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Potato ramble:

- Oh my goodness, it’s over! What the heck?! How did this happen? Also, this was supposed to be a 5 chapter long short-story yet it ended up with 10 chapters, the last chapter more that 5K words, I must add.

I want to thank you guys for your patience, but I hope this chapter soothes your bothered soul! Also thank you for reading this silly fic, your comments always make my day! You are the best of the best and I love all of you so much! 💜

- Some plus info about the end of this story: Hitoshi moved together with Denki after graduating UA. They collected enough money this year to finally start traveling around the world during their summer breaks.

Megumi also wanted to move out when Hitoshi did but her parents didn’t let her until she graduates so Katsuki worked his little ass off in that one year to have enough money to get a really nice flat for them! Oh, and Y/N was absolutely right, Katsuki proposed to Megumi in front of the whole family on her birthday. 💜

Y/N and Aizawa has a kid; little Oboro was born a year and a half after Aizawa’s proposal on the beach. He was named after Aizawa’s best friend who died during his high school years. Present Mic was almost taken to a hospital due to dehydration on the day Aizawa told him what the kid’s name will be.

If you have any questions, I’m more than keen to answer them in the comments! 💜

I hope you enjoyed this story and don’t forget to check the Master List if you want to read more, it’s pinned to the top of my page! 🩶

TL - thank you guys for being here 💜 -

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#bnha x reader #mha x reader #aizawa x female reader #shouta aizawa x you #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x fem!reader #Aizawa fluff #eraserhead x y/n #eraserhead x you #aizawa sensei #shouta aizawa x reader #Aizawa x reader

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toastymarshie · 5 months

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Thinking about how Itadori and Fushiguro were probably never suppose to meet.

Feel free to disagree with my argument or chalk it up to me being a sad ass bitch, but it does feel like that.

Feel free to add to this post or send me an ask lol.

Why do I feel like this?

Well, I can’t pinpoint the exact reasons for why I feel this way, I can give some evidence to back it up. I know that JJK is a shonen and it was going to start with Itadori Yuji and end with or without him.

Ofc the most obvious one is Yuji’s death and path leading up to it.

(I will refer to the manga at this point if I will put anime screenshots if I just have them at hand)

Their first meeting

As you can see Fushiguro was impressed by Itadori’s natural strength. Even comparing him to Maki. However that was the extent he was willing to give to a random person. A very one sided interaction.

Until

This is the moment the narrative shifts for both Megumi and Yuji. Yuji carrying a curse since the beginning of their meeting (how ironic!) and Megumi is going after him. Sure it’s to retrieve Sukuna’s finger but it’s there.

For anyone who doesn’t know for some odd reason, Megumi’s name translates to Blessing hence why Toji and mama Fushiguro call him such. Yes, his name meaning is important to not only Yuji but to the major players such as Gojo.

Also we have to talk about Grandpa Itadori’s last request.

Of course we know now that Grandpa’s last words were a curse to Yuji. How this last request shapes Yuji as a person in the coming chapters. Another curse to add to the list of curses. (Do the note the rule of three)

Then we get the scene in the hospital after Yuji’s grandfather dies. (Abridged for time)

This is when the plot finally kicks in. Yuji unknowably putting his friends in danger and Megumi has to go save them and the finger. I don’t personally count this as a curse for Yuji as it’s just the direct effect of the first curse I noted. Remember that Yuji comes in when he remembers his grandpa’s words.

Then finally we get to the final curse

Ryomen Sukuna

Itadori Yuji’s last and final curse that sealed his fate. The very thing that led him to the path he’s in. Not just him but also Fushiguro Megumi. From Shibuya to the current arc (Chapter 244-245) both of them have been by each other’s side trying their best to break this curse.

Remember, Yuji was going to be executed once he ate the first finger but due to Gojo’s interference and Megumi’s own personal feelings he was given a choice.

The first chapter really set them up to meet each other regardless of the factors that scream don’t do it/don’t follow him. Especially in hindsight, you can feel the tragedy brewing before it even begins. You somewhat know the consequences in the first chapter and it only grows worse in the second.

But that what makes a good tragedy.

Fuck you Gege you one eye cat

Now I’m gonna bring up chapter 9 for a bit because it’s history is very interesting. Gege did say that if the series didn’t do well, he will leave Yuji dead. (Ofc this didn’t happen and please help me find the source of this information. I know it was stated in an interview but I couldn’t find a translated version.)

Even then, it just solidifies my feelings.

This is the ending of the story. How it’s suppose to end.

Someone said that this seemed like a confession and I have to agree. Whether it’s romantic or platonic, Fushiguro’s feelings for Itadori are real.

Hear that?

That’s me sobbing.

With the recent chapters, it seem bleak but I believe that we will see Fushiguro again.

Yuji and Megumi will meet again maybe for the last time. I’m not Gege, but I trust him not really to give them a proper ending.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #itafushi #media analysis #this is a long one #sorry for the JJK posting #jjk spoilers #kinda #can be read as platonic or romantic #idc if the post flops or not #I just needed to sort my feeling out #idk man #this shit rotted my brain lmao

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zinzinina · 2 years

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okay I'm not sure I'd you're still doing the uh. thing where you write a scene from a different pov but if you are and have time/interest, would you feel like doing poe pov with that part in directions where he asks how many other guys she's been with? I love love love that fic so much btw and I'm gonna go through your masterlist when I get off work <3

Hello! ✨ A little confession: some of these have been sitting in my inbox for months. I secretly didn't plan on fulfilling this request because it meant that I'd need to go re-read Directions, and I very rarely read my own writing again once it's been posted. But I was in the mood for something fun and easy, and then I actually had a great time revisiting this story! So thank you so so much @buckyisdisabled, @lostinwonderland314, @mandaloriandin and sweet Yearning Human anon for asking for this and for your lovely messages. I really hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it x

Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: PIV, creampie, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, squirting, feelings, implied cum eating, overstimulation, masturbation, friends to lovers

This is reworking of a scene from this fic, told from Poe’s POV.

from a certain point of view ask game ✨

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Poe sucks his slick fingers into his mouth, and her taste hits his head like spice; sharp and sweet.

She pants up at him from his pillow (his pillow) her eyes wide as a nervous animal’s, her hands curled into fists. It takes everything he has not to blow his load in his pants right then and there.

He feels a little drunk. He needs to course-correct.

Drastically.

He’d meant it when he told her he thought this would be fun. Because everything is, with her. He thought she’d be giving him shit the whole time. He’d expected her to be unimpressed with him in the way only she ever is; doing what she does best and keeping his feet nailed to solid ground even while his head did tailspins around the sound of her laughing at him.

But she’s not laughing at him. The way she’s looking up at him…

This, right here, is extremely fucking serious for her.

Maybe he should’ve tried to make this nicer. Maybe he should’ve lit candles.

For reasons that are not entirely clear, he catches himself remembering a particularly fucked up day from several months back. His comms and tracking had both shorted out after a hit in the middle of an above-planet dogfight with no visual, and for about two hours, the Resistance network listed him PKIA.

When he’d eventually landed back in the hanger, it was chaotic with smoking, twisted astromech parts. Unbeknownst to him, Black One was a ghost ship.

Mechanics and pilots alike had turned and gaped in silent shock as he’d climbed out of his cockpit, and he’d only had a moment to wonder whether there was something growing out of the top of his head before he’d been knocked off his feet by a sobbing projectile stinking of sweat and smoke in an oil-stained flightsuit.

She’d only stopped crying after socking him in the chest, her voice hoarse as she told him how much of an idiot he was for not switching over to his backup signal.

He’d never wanted to see that look on her face ever again, and if he hadn’t pushed her into verbalising the source of her terror here, he’d be too turned off to go any further. He doesn’t go in for that shit; he wants his partners relaxed and comfortable and enthusiastically willing.

But it’s knowing what she’s actually worrying about—stuck in her head as always, thinking about everyone else; what he thinks of her, rather than focusing on how she feels—that makes him determined to stick with her, as long as she says.

He’s staggered by the amount of trust she’s putting in him. Shit, he doesn’t know whether it makes his heart ache more, or his dick. Like she has anything to be nervous about. Like she isn’t the prettiest fucking girl he knows. Like making her smile isn’t the single greatest source of pride he gets to hold over himself.

Doesn’t she know? Can’t she already fucking tell? He’d worship the ground she walks on if he knew she wouldn’t laugh herself sick at him if he tried.

It would be funny, if it weren’t so painful. That for all of her quick, sharp perception, she’d miss this, so entirely.

“Perfect. You’re perfect,” he says softly, and he can see how little she believes him. “Told you. Nothing wrong with you. I wanna try something,” he continues, before she can say anything to piss him off. He can handle her putting shit on him. He isn’t letting her do it to herself. “You’ll like it, I promise. And if you don’t just tell me and we’ll stop. Okay?”

“Okay,” she says, nodding, her eyes still huge. A sudden throb of affection makes his head feel like it’s filled with tibanna gas.

“I’m gonna take your pants off,” he tells her, grasping each of her ankles to do exactly this.

She lifts her ass toward him as he wriggles her underwear and pants over her legs, giving him a brief glimpse of the most beautiful view he’s ever seen in his life.

His brain’s still catching up when he sees the furtive way her eyes keep flicking down toward where it feels like his dick’s trying to bust through his fly.

“Don’t you want…?”

“It’s not about me,” he cuts her off. And if you touch me right now I won’t make it, and I’ll ruin my reputation, and kill any chance of living any of this shit down with you ever again, he decides not to add.

He bends, spreading her legs with both hands. Her clit’s so swollen her labia are parted around it, the soft skin inside her thighs smeared with her first orgasm.

Her first orgasm—the first one another person’s given her, anyway—and it’s his.

And, oh, it had been so easy.

His ego is not immune to this.

But, nice as it is, it doesn’t quite feel like a boost in the traditional sense. It feels something more like a twinge, hard and new, right under his ribcage. Like vindication, maybe, or—and he feels like a fucking moron for even thinking it—fate.

He bows from the waist and nudges into her with his nose, his tongue laving a stripe up the entire length of her pussy.

Her skin tastes like soap. Somewhere in the dimmest corners of his head he’s annoyed at this; imagines her scouring every inch of herself raw in the showers before coming to him, filled with nerves and doubt under the spray. He presses the muscle of his tongue into her opening in search of more of the her he’d found on his fingers.

The sound she makes zips lightning-hot straight to his guts.

His eyes roll briefly closed, and he sinks down onto his elbows, the twisted line of the sheets digging into his skin under his weight.

She shifts her thighs together, her fingers twitching at her side. He steals a glance up and finds her watching him, her lips parted, her eyes too-bright.

“Open your legs,” he encourages, his lips barely lifting from her skin. She sinks her teeth into her lip as she lets her knees fall flat to the bed.

She’s spread out open in front of him, and he dips his head to continue.

She flinches and tenses and exhales in turn, reacting to every touch of his mouth as though speaking aloud. It makes him feel violently impatient, and so he moves slower, trying to temper himself.

He wants to be inside her.

He wants to swallow her, and to be swallowed by her. Fuck, he’s never wanted anything more in his life.

He’s pretty sure he’s leaking precum into his pants; all the blood having long vacated his brain to swell bruise-achingly hard in his cock. He tries to stay focused, but the reality is that Poe’s thoughts ran away from him the second she set foot in his room. The challenge now is to just try not to do something stupid.

Something stupider than fucking his best friend.

She hisses, tossing her head back, her legs twitching so hard his tongue nearly loses its place against the hot nub of her clit.

He slides both hands beneath her thighs to lift her hips to his face in an attempt to keep her still, barely managing to tamp down the urge to rut helplessly against the mattress in search of relief.

The smell of her, the taste, fills his senses. But it’s still not enough. He wants to bring her to insensibility; to work that softness into the bed, glutting himself until her whimpers turn to those of overstimulation.

He’d never really considered himself a possessive person, but as she quietly sucks in a sharp, shallow breath, he realises he wants that sound all to himself.

He pulls it out of her with his tongue again, and again, his attention unwavering.

He wants her thinking of this, of him, from now on. Every single time she comes, alone or otherwise. He wants her to dream about him inside her; tongue, fingers, cock, he doesn’t give a fuck. At briefings. At meals. Waiting around bored for launch clearance in her fighter, standing alone in the showers, when someone else presses their hands to her skin, and lifts her chin to meet her lips (and fuck, that hurts to think about, like hitting realspace at-speed, hard enough to grind his bones together).

She comes with a pained-sounding cry, her pubic bone bumping into his nose and pushing his face away. He drags himself up and finds her reaching her hands out as though to stop him.

“You okay?” he manages.

“Poe, I want…please…”

“What, baby? Talk to me.” He leans up, bracing himself over her. Maybe she’s changed her mind. Maybe she’s had enough and she’s going to tell him to stop, to give her back her pants, to never mention any of this again.

It’s still more than he’d ever imagined he’d get.

Her eyes stay on his and she blinks slowly at him, as though trying to remember who he is. His heart thunks hollowly in his chest, and he waits.

“Fuck me.”

He pauses. It wasn’t what he’d expected her to say. His already-painful cock jumps in his pants at the demand. “You need a break first?”

She answers by trying to drag him down toward her, her hips lifting to press against him, ankles hooked around the backs of his legs.

He doesn’t wait to be told twice. He shifts his weight, kicking his pants down, settling himself between her legs.

She ducks her chin and kisses his shoulder.

His head swims. He barely feels the touch of her lips through the material of his shirt, but it hardly matters. The gesture is so small, so careful, so quick, as though she couldn’t help herself.

As though it’s something she’s thought of before.

Which is when it hits him: the one thing he’s never seriously let himself entertain. Does he…actually have a chance?

Without undue vanity, Poe knows that his looks are the one area, at least, that he can afford not to worry about. He’s not an idiot. He knows exactly how people respond when he flashes his teeth at them, or holds their eyes with his own for a protracted moment from beneath a quirked eyebrow.

But never her. She’s somehow always been frustratingly, crushingly immune to every single weapon in his arsenal. It had been a source of ire in the early days, while he was still learning the colour of her voice, and the shape of her mind.

The sadder, slower ache of acceptance had come later; gathering like thunderheads, lingering long.

She wasn’t for him. She didn’t want to be. Letting himself pretend otherwise would have only ever been an exercise in masochism.

Despite all of this, Poe’s still human. And, as he had come to realise, knowing something intellectually is very different to knowing it physically.

Whenever she smiles at him, and bumps into him, and rolls her eyes at him. Whenever he’s inside somebody else, tasting the sweat on their skin, or stretched out around their pleasure. Whenever he jerks his cock alone in his bunk late at night, ashamed and furious at himself for such a disgraceful breach of their friendship, for the things he’s imagined.

Everything he’s ever done with anybody else; every filthy, beautiful fucking thing, he’d turn himself inside out and crawl over hot coals to do again with her, to her, for her, if she wanted.

And now, here she is.

He might not ever get another shot at this.

He needs to make it count.

“How many other guys’ve you been with?” he says, his voice coming out rough. She looks mortified, but he doesn’t care. “How many?”

“S-six,” she says.

He nods. He’d already known about Kip and Terrett, and he’d had his suspicions about Rau and Valen. He’s a little disappointed at the knowledge that Rau had let her down with all the others; he wouldn’t have expected it.

“Then that’s six other times we gotta make up for,” he says, distractedly.

He presses forward, and the first millimetre he sinks inside her already has him panicking.

She immediately feels far too hot and close, but the hardest part, the part threatening to undo everything, is the way she’s looking up at him, as though silently pleading with him, and Gods, how she doesn’t need to.

“Oh, sh...shit. You good? I’m good. That’s…ungh, so fucking good.” He’s aware he’s making no sense, but that’s the only thing left in his head, probably the only thing he’ll ever know again: good, good, good.

Her fingers are clenched tight around his forearm, and he thinks she might be holding her breath, but then she lets it go, and the wet bloom of her cunt swallows him fractionally deeper.

“You’re doing so good baby, you’re taking me so well, you feel perfect,” he groans, hoping he doesn’t sound as wrecked as he feels, his guts on fire with need.

She squirms under him, and fuck, she feels incredible. After coming twice he can feel the evidence of how wet she is, the smooth glide of her body gripping close around him, giving way slowly.

It’s suddenly too fucking hot in his room. He can feel his hair sticking to the back of his neck and around his ears, and it’s vaguely annoying, but he couldn’t give a shit.

Her warm breath meets his chin, and he follows the line of her attention down the length of his own body, to the place where his hips are flush against hers. Between her parted legs he can see his cock half-sunk inside her, and his face presses to her damp, salty skin as he murmurs to her, pressing forward, enveloped entirely by her.

He has no idea what he’s saying. It just feels important for her to know.

Whatever it is, he never gets the chance to find out.

Because then she’s kissing him, and her mouth is on his and her lips are parting and they’re soft and her teeth are catching at the dry ege of his lower lip and her breath is hot and it’s hers and it’s in his mouth and it’s in his lungs and it’s oxygenating his fucking blood and pumping through his heart and his brain and searing through every single part of him until she’s all that’s left.

He’s pretty sure he’s dying.

“Holy fuck,” he thinks he’s trying to say, and he feels her smiling, gently biting into his lip, keeping him quiet.

She rolls her hips up against his, pushing herself off the bed. He can feel himself rapidly losing control as she throws her head back, her brows drawn, teeth cutting into her own lip.

“Baby, wait, wait a sec,” he pants.

“What’s wrong?” she gasps, and of course she doesn’t listen; she never fucking listens to him, rocking up toward him, making him see stars.

“Just…fuck, hang on.” Cold showers, he thinks, grimly. Freezing cold showers, and depressurised-cockpit earaches. Nine hour-long diplomatic debriefs. The rancid-smelling mucus trail Klaud leaves behind everywhere he goes.

“Is this…not good?” she says, low and weak. “Poe?”

His eyes nearly roll back in his head as she whispers his name, and the sound jolts through him—her voice, the one he knows so well—like this, with him.

Whatever pitiful electricity’s still left in the meat of his brain fizzles out. “Oh shit, say my name again,” he begs, not even waiting for her to do so.

He’s already moving, needing to feel the walls of her cunt stroking and sucking at his cock. “D’you know how many times I’ve thought about this? About being inside you like this? And I never, ever thought you’d wanna…”

He shouldn’t be saying this. He’s gotta be real fucking careful, if he doesn’t want to accidentally tell her every shameful daydream he’s ever had about her and disintegrate what’s left of their friendship into dust.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he tells her instead. “Your pussy is perfect.”

She recoils, and it’s equal parts adorable and infuriating that even now she’d be embarrassed to hear him say this.

He almost laughs. “Why’s that make you shy? You don’t like me talking about your pussy? You wanna know how good you taste, baby? You’re sweet, so sweet and tight and—” and fuck, he can still taste her on his lips, and he watches her carefully, finding the place that makes her fall boneless and focusing there, right there, until the viselike grip on his arms weakens and she’s coming again.

Her voice breaks, but he doesn’t slow. She can take it.

He pushes her hips down, fucking her into the mattress, skin clapping on skin. She’s yanking at his hair hard enough to hurt, but he relishes the pain because it keeps his vision clear; exactly where he wants to be.

Her orgasm tumbles into another, and he seizes her knees, lifting her toward him as he picks up his pace. She moans, belatedly trying to cover the sound with her hand, and it’s the sweetest music he’s ever heard. He is never, ever going to be able to get that sound out of his head again.

“Hey, hey. Let me hear that,” he says, leaning closer, dragging her hand away. “Don’t you cover that up. Come on, baby, I wanna hear you.” She presses her lips together, and he huffs, driving himself into her just a little harder than strictly necessary.

He’s rewarded with a weak, throaty whimper, and he grins at her. “That’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” he confesses.

Her nipples stand through the thin, sweat-sheer fabric of her tank top, her softness rippling upwards with every stroke. He watches her body greedily, wanting more, wanting everything all at once.

He wants, very badly, to lick her again, all the way from her neck to her sweet, trembling cunt. He can still taste her on his tongue as he presses his fingers down to her clit, just above the place where he’s still pumping in and out of her.

She cries out, coming again until she’s melting wet into the bed.

He still doesn’t slow, but his thoughts have run away from him and all of a sudden he realises it’s too late, far too late to stop himself.

He wants her full of his cum, until he’s emptied out all of the ache of himself into her, and her pretty, swollen cunt’s overfull with him until he dribbles out from between her lips and onto his fingers, making a mess of the sheets so he can start all over again.

Right at the precipice of his climax, she opens her eyes and looks up at him. There are tears of overstimulation clinging to her eyelashes, and her fingers are clutching gently at the back of his shirt.

Nobody has ever laid me down as low as you, he thinks, surprised at the strength of his emotion, willing her to understand.

But then he’s coming so hard his limbs go numb, and he isn’t thinking anything anymore.

He presses himself deep, deep inside, shaking violently as she swallows every pulse of his orgasm. His heart is thunderous in his ears, his muscles liquefied. He slumps, panting.

If she objects to the deadweight of his body over hers, she doesn’t say anything. He stays there, smothering her, trying to regain his breath, until he can feel her beginning to shift uncomfortably beneath him.

“Was that…okay?” she says, ridiculously, like his soul didn’t just leave his body.

He doesn’t even bother responding to the question. “You’re crazy,” he muses instead. “She’s crazy.”

He’s lifting himself off her when his chain swings from the neck of his shirt, clocking her between the eyes. “Oh, shit,” he says, as she gasps in pain. “Sorry, baby.” He presses his fingers to the spot, feeling guilty. “Normally I’d’ve taken that off.”

He’s usually far more thoughtful than this when he has company, but this time he hadn’t unclipped his necklace, or changed his clothes or sheets. The thought simply hadn’t occurred to him. Because she doesn't feel like—has never felt like—a guest in his bed. In fact, her absences have only ever felt like temporary discomforts to be endured until her return.

She’s scowling at him, her nose wrinkled up like a Weequay’s, and it’s so fucking cute he wants to kiss her again. “Why didn’t you?” she says.

She needs to ask? “Because it’s you.”

As he crawls back down between her legs, he finds a spectacular mess of cum and sweat and the evidence of her orgasms on the sheets, and fuck, it’s soaking down here. He wonders whether she even realises what she’s done.

He’s disappointed he didn’t get to watch. He’s sure he can get her to do it again, though.

She blinks down at him, her eyes glassy. “What are you doing?”

His mouth waters watching the way her wet skin shines and he feels an answering twitch in his recently-softened cock. “Cleaning you up. We’re not done yet.”

Her eyes widen, but whatever she does next, he misses it.

He’s preoccupied.

Just tagging a couple of the lovely people who commented on the original and might be interested in this, absolutely no pressure of course! x

@saradika @oscarseyebrow @the-little-ewok @bacarasbabe @writeforfandoms @hardc0rehaylz @moonlight-prose @lcvenderblues @onfiretakemehigher @littlemousedroid @viceofdionysus @grufflepuff-writes-stuff @ifimayhaveaword @millllenniawrites @liamakorn @lilhawkeye3 @grumpymuffinmama @dailyreverie @mandelirious

#poe dameron x f!reader #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #from a certain point of view ask game #poe dameron smut #star wars smut #poe dameron fanfic #star wars fanfic

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otomes-and-tears · 1 year

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AAAAA OKAYOKAYOKAY NEW FLUFFY IDEA FOR OL2!!

Qiu and Tama (separate),step 2 with a GN MC/Reader (Best Friend or crush status but yet to confess! Basically both parties are pining,being hopelessly in love HAHA) BUT THIS TIME IT'S SUMMER VACATION TIME!! Maybe they go on a trip on their own,try new summer-deserts etc! I didn't have a specific prompt or anything,I'm not sure which way you wanna write this idea in SO IT'S UP TO YOUU! I just thought cute,fluffy scenes would make both couples,respectively,A LOT LOT MORE CUTER!!

♦ A summer with Qiu and Tamarack ♦

► tags and warnings: GN reader

► words: 2103

► A/N: Broke my rules again by writing two one-shots.

SORRY! I LOVE QIU AND TAMARACK TOO MUCH

By the way— some of the dialogue is inspired by this prompt list!

► Masterlist

Tamarack

“Are you alright?” MC glances at Tamarack, worried. While their first instinct might’ve been to lightly tease her, it was overrun by concern when they saw just how miserable she seemed to be.

She considered the question for a moment before nodding her head “no”, her braided hair swishing from side to side at the motion, as MC tracks its movement with their eyes.

She knew better than to lie to them. It was obvious, for one, and they had known each other for long enough for Tamarack to accept that, sometimes, it was just better to give up and accept that MC is going to take care of her even if Tamarack insists that she’s fine.

Lying just meant that they’d be more worried.

MC quickly hand her a water bottle— the sole reason why they’d left the pool in the first place, and she readily accepts it, muttering a quiet “thank you” before opening the lid to take a sip. MC sits at the edge of the lounge chair she’s in, taking in the shade after a long day in the sun. Tamarack seems to brighten up a bit before having some water, but MC knows there’s no way it would help much with her current predicament— that being the fact that almost all surface of skin that wasn’t protected by her one-piece swimsuit was currently bright pink, and undoubtedly, hot to the touch.

Well, MC knew that Tamarack didn’t tan in the sun, she burned.

When they first met, and she wasn’t nearly and shy and quiet and afraid to bother as she is now, it wasn’t uncommon to see her with red shoulders, burned by the sun, when she inevitably forgot to put sunscreen on to play outside.

As she grew up, she was much more diligent about it. Both to save herself the trouble of dealing with the aftermath and to preserve her health.

In fact, MC was absolutely sure Tamarack had applied it a few hours ago, before they got in the pool.

MC was sure because they were the one who applied sunscreen to her back, and it took a lot of willpower on their part to absolutely not think about it and not make it a big deal because they were friends and it didn’t really mean anything, and they were deluding themselves into thinking that the pretty blush on her neck was related to them at all.

But then again… MC helped her apply it once, but didn’t see it being reapplied, since they were so busy playing in the pool— Oh.

“Wanna go inside?” MC suggests, so Tamarack doesn’t have to ask them and spend too long overthinking about having been bothersome, even though MC always makes sure to reassure her that it’s fine, and they’d much rather do something they’re both having fun with rather than something that only they’re enjoying. “You can shower first, and I can look for some Aloe gel we can use. I’m sure Mom has it in there somewhere.”

Mom always very practical, and had a way of always staying on top of situations like these, there was no doubt in MC’s mind that she saw this coming and prepared for the likely chance that it happened.

Tamarack didn’t look convinced, looking over at MC with uncertainty.

“Are you sure? Don’t you want to swim for longer?”

She asks, and MC doesn’t think twice before nodding no.

“Nah, all that swimming made me a little tired.” They admit, with a smile. It was technically true, anyways. “I’m alright just chilling inside. Maybe we can play a board game or watch TV and eat ice cream!”

MC got up from the lounged chair there were perched at— their excitement over their new plans finally managing to convince Tamarack to give in.

“I’m okay with anything as long as we can spend more time together.” Tamarack says, and MC’s heart flutters at her words “...And we’re away from the sun.”

MC offered one of their hands to her, which she gratefully accepted. It’s a gesture that they’ve repeated many times throughout the years, her soft hand grabbing theirs to lead them away to the woods, on their way home, through the corridors of their school or just holding for the sake of holding, because they were close and didn’t really need a reason to hold each other’s hand.

It didn’t need to mean much.

In fact, it shouldn’t mean anything at all, It was just like helping her with her sunscreen or spreading aloe on her back.

It’s a gesture that survived from their childhood years— a sign of their closeness and strong bond and friendship. Nothing more.

There was nothing romantic about it.

Then why did such a simple, meaningless gesture mean so much to them?

Why did the heat of her palm make them dizzy? Why did their face flush? Why did they feel a sudden breathlessness they couldn’t explain away by the summer heat?

In truth, MC knew exactly why.

They had known it since the day Tamarack jumped out of a pile of leaves, giggling over having gotten the upperhand over the new kid, her hair glowing golden under the sunlight in a way that made her look so at home within the woods, MC could’ve sworn she was a fairy playing tricks on them.

Maybe they couldn’t name what they were feeling then, being too young to properly understand why the pretty girl that gave them affection so easily felt different from everyone else, but they were keenly aware of their feelings now, when they seemed to get more overwhelming by the day.

One day, they would gather enough courage to say something.

But that day wouldn’t be today, as they gently guide her inside, looking back to admire how her face seemed to redden even more at their touch and how soft her features looked when their eyes met.

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It’s an hour later when they’re sitting on the couch, Tamarack’s short legs streched over MC’s lap as they eat ice-cream, the newest Ariana Grande music video playing on the TV in one of the rare occasions MC managed to catch MTV playing music.

MC should be paying attention, they really should. Tamarack seems really engrossed in a story about the new piece she’s been practising on her cello, and how rude one of the violin girls was about her getting a note wrong when her violin was entirely out of tune the entire time, but the only thing MC can really focus on is how Tamarack smells like Aloe Vera gel and how when she’s snarking about annoying violin players, she rolls her eyes with a disdain Qiu could only dream about channelling, and it’s so cute it makes them fall in love with her all over again.

Qiu

“Ugh, I’m so hot.”

Mc whines, trying to walk a little faster to keep up with Qiu’s pace.

It was a terribly hot and humid day in the middle of the summer— one of those days where MC, usually, wouldn’t really bother trying to do anything more than melting on their couch.

Unfortunately for them, they had promised a week beforehand to join Qiu on the next outdoor movie session, which just happened to fall on the hottest day of summer.

Fun.

Well, realistically, they could’ve cancelled.

Qiu wouldn’t have minded it too much. They knew about MC’s aversion to heat, after all, and would’ve probably offered a good alternative or simply called another friend, who would be less annoying about being hot and sweaty.

But… It was Qiu they were talking about.

Qiu asked for their company, and even if they tried to sound really nonchalant about it, MC could tell that Qiu was excited and that this movie night meant a lot to them.

So MC would suck it up and do it for them. Even if they were hot, annoyed and could feel the sweat making their shirt cling to their body in a way they could only describe as uncomfortable.

“Love the confidence.”

Qiu says, without missing a beat, and MC doesn’t know it they should laugh or turn away and go home right now.

They end up deciding on rolling their eyes and hitting their arm playfully. Qiu laughs at their frustration, and it would be annoying if it the sound of their laugh wasn’t so endearing.

“Shut up.”

Mc says, but there’s no heat in it. They could never say it and mean it, and Qiu knows that.

Maybe that’s why they’re so smug all the time.

When they’re like this— walking together and teasing each other, Mc can almost pretend like they’re on a date.

That Qiu didn’t really mean to invite them to watch a movie as friends, but as something more. That the way they looked at MC wasn’t just out of fondness for a close friend, but as someone they loved in the way MC wanted to be loved.

But it’s not like they’d allow themselves to indulge too much in this fantasy. No. Qiu wouldn’t look at MC in the way they wanted Qiu, and it was too selfish to expect that of them.

Not when Qiu already didn’t rely on too many people. Their friendgroup was small and tight-knit and being included was a huge sign of their trust on MC.

Trust as a friend.

Best friend, maybe.

And MC was more than willing to pretend like it didn’t hurt them if it meant more days like this, where Qiu seemed so content and relaxed just by walking with MC in silence.

“We’re almost there.”

Qiu comments, breaking MC out of their reverie.

If they noticed MC staring at them, they’re merciful enough to not comment on it this time, which they’re immesefully grateful for. They don’t know if they have the mental capacity of dealing with more of Qiu’s teasing today without becoming a blushing mess.

MC can just see the entrance of the park when they feel the first raindrops. They freeze, and grab Qiu by the sleeve before they can take another step.

“Autumn… I think it’s going to rain.”

Their warning doesn’t come quick enough. Qiu looks at the MC as they feel the rain growing in intensity, and can just manage to start running before it starts pouring.

Of course. Summer showers always seemed to happen when it’s most inconvenient.

They’re soaking wet by the time they reach the park and manage to hide away in the closest structure with a roof— that being a bandstand, because of course the universe would present MC with a perfect romance-movie scenario when they’re already stupidly in love with their best friend who definitely doesn’t reciprocate their feelings.

“You think they’ll still show the movie?”

MC asks, a little hopeful and all too willing to break the silence and any treacherous trains of thought about how Qiu still managed to look pretty like this.

And how close they were, and how it would be just so easy to reach out and kiss them.

“I don’t think so.” Qiu answers, obviously annoyed by it. “The equipment must be wet— and the grass will be too. They might postpone it to another day.”

Mc agrees with their assessment, and they stand in silence for another moment, just watching the rain fall.

“I’m sorry we’ll miss your movie. I know you were excited to watch it.”

MC says, after a moment, and Qiu just shrugs, like it’s no big deal and disappointment isn’t etched on their face.

“It’s fine.” When Qiu and Mc’s eyes meet the disappointment seems to melt away in Qiu’s face, and they smile. It’s small, almost imperceptive, but MC knows it’s there and that they had another idea. “I think we’ll be here for a while… And we still have the food we brought.”

They hold up the picnic basket they were holding, and MC immediately understands what they’re hinting at.

“Ever the problem solver, huh?”

MC teases, and Qiu considers it a yes to their unasked question. Between both of them, they quickly set up their impromptu picnic, determined to still have a good time together, even if it wasn’t quite like they’d imagined it.

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“You know, I’ve seen romance movies that start like this.” Qiu comments, smiling teasingly in a way that makes MC think that they know too much. They flush, looking away, not quite knowing how to respond to Qiu’s implication, and they’re too happy at their inaction. “You’re too cute.”

God, Qiu is going to kill them one of these days.

#writing the cul de sac trio in the summer just seems...... wrong #bee’s writing #our life 2 #our life now and forever #olnf #olnf hcs #our life headcanons #qiu lin #our life qiu #our life tamarack #tamarack baumann

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cl0wncandies · 9 months

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breast cancer show ever is my favorite south park episode. i think that the whole plot line that sets up the fight scene in last few minutes of the episode makes it even more satisfying to watch cartman get the snot beaten out of him in the end.

cause first off, before this episode aired, there wasn’t really any point in the show where cartman truly got what he deserved. yeah some bad things had happened to him before, but he’s never truly gotten any form of karma for his actions.

so when wendy says that she’s gonna fight him. he doesn’t take it all that seriously, just he expects to either easily win the fight or for wendy to back out before the end of the school day.

and then at lunch he realizes that if he loses the fight, everyone will think he’s a massive loser. what makes this even funnier is that cartman genuinely believes that he’s “the cool kid” and that everyone likes him. so his fear of losing a fight to a girl (which is a big deal for fourth graders) makes him desperate to prevent it from happening, without apologizing in front of everyone of course.

so now cartman does literally everything in his power to stop the fight before the school day ends.

he tries to apologize to wendy in private, without confessing that he was wrong in front of everyone.

he tries bribing her with money, and even goes as far as to eat his own underwear.

and near the end of the school day, he’s so desperate to get out of the fight that he goes up to his teachers desk and takes a dump on it in front of the whole class so he would get a detention. and then the fight was moved to the next morning. he wasn’t out of the fight yet he had time to find another strategy to stop wendy from beating the shit out of him.

cartman then goes full tattletale mode and tells his mom a sob story of how wendy is bullying him at school, and how we just wants to be her friend. he even takes the extra mile to put a fancy cardigan on and comb his hair over to make himself look even more sad and pathetic.

so obviously wendys parents are like “hey don’t fight this kid” and she finally gives up.

now, if cartman had just stopped there, he probably would’ve gotten away with his actions like he normally has up to this point in the show. but this is eric cartman, so he obviously has to take the extra mile in terrorizing her at school. he makes his school research paper about making fun of breast cancer, just to further show to wendy that there’s nothing she can do anymore since her parents have prevented her from fighting.

then wendy gets called down to the principals office, and principal victoria is like “hey are you gonna beat up cartman” and wendy says no. then victoria is like “mmmm, are you sure about that?”

AND THEN SHE BASICALLY GIVES WENDY PERMISSION TO FUCKING DESTROY CARTMAN IN THE SCHOOL PLAYGROUND. she calls him a “fat little lump of cancer” that needs to be “fought.” i find this scene so funny cause it just shows that literally everyone, including the adults and school faculty wants to see cartman get some form of karma.

and then the actual fight scene itself is one of the best moments in the entire show. here’s a list of things that i love about it.

wendy pulls up to the playground with a bunch of students following her. some of the kids are from different grade levels, which shows that literally everyone wants to see cartman get beaten up.

and wendy also puts her hair up in a bun and takes off her coat so we can see her my little pony tank top, so you know that she means BUSINESS.

the face that cartman makes when he realizes that he can no longer manipulate or gaslight his way out of the fight without backing out in front of the entire school, which he can’t do since he believes that he’s the “cool kid.”

cartman having to pull up his pants after the first punch that wendy threw made him fall over.

and lastly, how butters gets so excited to see them fight. he’s been egging them both on throughout the entire episode, and he gets so happy when wendy finally shows up at the playground.

also, when he yells “FUCK HIM UP WENDY!” was so funny

anyways 10/10 episode it’s so funny

#south park #south park fandom #eric cartman #sp cartman #wendy testaburger #sp wendy #butters stotch #sp butters #principal victoria #stan marsh #kyle brovlofski #kenny mccormick

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jenyifer · 3 months

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Pit Babe Ep 9 initial reaction

I wish the music was better mixed why is it so loud?!

Also another issue I’m having why is it that EVERYONE with powers is Tony’s kid. I have a new idea have someone a spy go in get the list of adult Tony kids band together and kill or sue the fucker?

Anyways this show isn’t for thinking it’s for fun.

Let’s enjoy it

They are just too cute look at my fave lesbian representation here. They are both lesbian coded in my head don’t say anything diff. Nonbinary rulers they two of them clueless cute and fashionable

Pete is actually trying to do some good here Babe. Idk what Babe was going to do go up there and get kidnapped? He doesn’t have abilities. He would have just put the kids in more danger. Okay but if Pete is an enigma I won’t mind you know 🙌🏻 but he’s Kenta’s man

The actor for babe really pulled at my heart with how he cried felt extremely real and raw it’s hard to do sad angry I felt like I could feel all his regrets for good and bad times.

Ooooo bad buddy apartment is bringing good luck. You tell him Jeff you are Alan’s boy now uwu

Jeff is the sweetest goodest boy we got because Charlie is too chaotic to live. Alan is getting the best of Tony’s kids

I won’t have forgiven Dean this easily. I also don’t see how racing is of the heart. I was a singer long long time ago now that can use heart. You ever listened to a recording of a song then seen it in concert and the meaning feels different? That is emotion. RM from BTS once talked about how it was a weakness Jungkook has. Jungkook is technically amazing every time but he needed emotion for the song. Idk how you do that with a car though.

But North and Sonic’s outfits10/10 no notes please both come on a date with me. I’ll teach them their ABC’s and how to play the quiet game lmao

Charlie is so death focused it’s time for him to finally self sacrifice himself for Babe. I mean they have only been hinting at it forever? I do like this setting for the confession. It’s a skate park so still wheels and stuff idk it feels fitting this is where Charlie makes the decision.

iconic. Perfection. I’d watch their stream.

Okay soo why would Tony trust Jeff. Jeff runs away all the time. Also Jeff must really feel in debted to Charlie to go along with whatever crazy scheme he’s got when have Charlie’s plans gone right? Never. Gahhhhh Charlie whyyyy

Awwww I did like this racing scene even tho Charlie lost I liked that babe believed in him. It was very nice.

I guess we are going to have kidnapped Charlie next ep and way is going to torture him 🤷🏻‍♀️

I missed having my other fave good boy Kim in this episode. Surely he has family or something back in Korea wondering where he is. He’s too good to go missing.

#pit babe the series #pit babe #pit babe bl #charliebabe #alanjeff #Jenny’s watching #pit babe ep 9 #pit babe episode 9

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icallhimjoey · 1 year

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Ik ik you won't continue the only temporary series but maybe just a cute little something where they're watching stranger things together for the first time and after that she thinks about renaming her cat... Just all fluffy and funny with these two idiots x

shit, i couldnt resist this Wordcount: 1.2K

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Meeting Eddie

"Oh no," you sat up after pausing your TV and angled yourself to face Joe who was sat next to you. You'd just finished watching Eddie's first appearance on screen, the now infamous cafeteria scene, you’d learnt, and you realised that the worst thing had happened.

"I think I love him," you pouted. Even though you weren’t sure about the American accent on him, you instantly fancied Eddie, and Joe could only smile.

You were sat on your cathair-covered sofa in your flat, Eddie curled up on Joe's lap. You'd been cuddled up together until the boys on screen mentioned Eddie. You'd sat up slightly and had made big eyes at Joe. "Just keep watching," Joe had laughed then, almost timidly, like he was shy, which you knew he very muchly wasn't.

You'd seen him chat to your family about his work for that entire evening at your dad's party and although his demeanour had always been humble, he had seemed to really enjoy chatting about it. After all the Eddie Munson mentions that night, mainly from your brother who seemed unable to shut up about it, you decided for yourself you needed to at least know what all the fuss was about. You'd started season one on a random afternoon, bored out of you mind with nothing better to do, and had quickly been sucked into the series. Franky, you were gobsmacked that you hadn't watched it any sooner.

"He's a charmer, isn't he?" Joe said at your confession, as if he were talking about someone else, because that's what you'd done too.

Stranger Things had been a wild ride, there’d been nothing like it you’d ever seen before. You’d binged all of it, way too fast to be considered healthy behaviour.

Whilst watching season two, you'd fallen in love with Bob, only to be crushed when he didn't make it in the end. It hadn't made you cry, but it had affected your mood enough for Joe to poke fun. “Is this because a fictional character was killed off in a TV series?” Joe’d said, eyeing the two empty wine bottles on your kitchen counter after finding you, sulking on your sofa, cradling Eddie against your face. “Shut up,” was all you’d grumbled back at him.

In season three, you'd been weary to not get invested. Not after Bob's death. But you really liked Alexei, a man of simple needs: he just wanted his slurpee and his burger, and it was embarrassing how well you'd related to him. Seeing Murray leave him unattended at the fun fair, only for him to get fatally shot had you shouting at your TV. Especially because you realised you should have absolutely seen it coming, after what had happened to Bob.

You had watched most of the first three seasons alone, and Joe would check in from time to time, ask you which episode you were on, calculating if he was going to be able to watch season four with you. His stay at your flat was still only temporary, after all.

Now, watching the premier episode of season four, you found yourself on a slippery slope.

“He’s going to die, isn’t he?”

Joe just pressed his lips together and tried his best to not let his eyes do the talking for him, like they so often would.

“No, tell me he doesn’t die,” you eyed Joe’s face closely for any clues, and when Joe slowly broke into a wide grin, you let yourself fall into the back of the sofa and groaned loudly.

“He’s going to die,” you concluded, not entirely sure of yourself, but sure enough to let it bother you. “They always get rid of the new person – Billy, Bob, Alexei,” you listed them using your fingers. “Eddie’s not the only new character this season,” Joe quipped, and you rolled your head against the backrest to look Joe in the eye.

“Murray didn’t die, Robin didn’t die- they introduce new characters every season, not all of them are there just to be killed off in the same set of episodes,” Joe defended his character.

You narrowed your eyes at him, entirely not trusting what he was doing. “If you’re going to convince me to get invested in Eddie, only for him to die on me, you’ve got another thing coming,” your threat was completely empty, but it made Joe laugh as he pulled you back into him, slinging an arm around your body and squeezing you into his chest.

You pressed play and watched the rest of the episode together.

The last minutes of that first episode had you hiding behind your hands and pushing your back firmly into the sofa, a feeble attempt to escape whatever horrendous shit was playing out on screen. It made Joe move his arm in front of you, placing his hand over the outside of your leg furthest away from him. This way you had a bit of his body to hide behind.

Then, the credits rolled, and it was silent for a second. Joe paused the TV before Netflix skipped onto the next episode.

“And? Thoughts?”

“What the fuck was that?” you panted.

“Did you like it?” You weren’t sure if Joe meant the episode, or his performance as an American high schooler.

“That was fucking frightening,” you said and took another second to compose yourself. Joe said something about filming that last scene of the episode; how he’d been first shown it when they were still creating the show and how he thought Netflix would never allow them to leave the scene in. Clearly, he’d been wrong.

A short silence fell.

“I hate how good of an actor you are,” you huffed a laugh as you sat up, aware of how ridiculous of a compliment it was for Joe. It was a relief to you that he was actually good, because your actor ex-boyfriend had been godawful at it, you thought. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to shake the memories of his taped auditions he’d make you watch. Thinking back to it now would still make you cringe.

“He doesn’t even really look like you,” you said, squeezing one eye shut to laser focus on his features, scanning his face to see if you were wrong. You weren’t.

“Um, he’s got my face,” Joe scoffed.

“Barely,” you dryly replied and your eyes fell on your cat on Joe’s lap, still absolutely content there and seemingly fast asleep. You used a finger to softly pet the space in between his eyes.

“Eddie’s very sexy,” you then said, not looking up at Joe.

“Your Eddie or my Eddie?” Joe joked, and you scrunched up your nose and chuckled at the differentiation Joe made. You then leant over and pressed your face into Eddie’s fur and nuzzled. No matter how many of your neighbours absolutely despised your cat because he’d hiss and growl at them if they’d even so much as looked in his direction, you loved him. And you loved that Eddie seemed to really love Joe.

“Maybe I should start calling him Ed,” you then said, now using your hand to stroke the full length of him. “Don’t you dare,” Joe immediately objected. “I’ve already told everyone about him,” Joe got in on the petting, and your hands danced around each other as you both lovingly touched his fur. You imagined how those conversations would’ve gone and giggled. All of the hands roaming his body woke Eddie up.

“Ed,” you tried the name.

“Do not,” Joe warned.

“Bob?” you tried, giggles stuck high up in your throat.

“Eddie.” Joe corrected, absolutely not having it and squeezing your thigh, making the giggles sneak out. Okay, so you weren’t actually considering renaming him, but you would pretend that you were, just for more of Joe’s squeezes.

“Ready for another?” Joe then asked, fishing the remote control from the sofa cushions in between you.

You told Joe to wait a second, took a moment to refill your wine glasses – “Tone’s been set for this season, I’m going to need this if I want to avoid nightmares.” – passed Joe’s glass to him and settled back into his side before he pressed play.

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hey do you have an au for Jamie meeting a Jamie who didn’t go into football? ;-)

I’ll be real I read this and typed. A whole list of Jamie AU’s. Then I reread your ask and realized you specified where they meet canon jamie. Whoops.

So in most of those AUs the issue is not that Jamie isn’t playing football, it’s more that he IS playing but a change has occurred.

I’ve got s1 Jamie meets girl!Jamie. At first everyone assumes that he’s gonna be an asshole about girls playing football. They are then annoyed and a little insulted when instead he meets her and is like ‘thank FUCK finally someone who can play good.’ The two of them trauma bond and turn into a little annoying world of ‘we shall play 1-on-1 together, fuck everyone else’ (cue lots of ‘oh god there’s two of them’). Meanwhile Ted is noticing how the two of them together seem….happy? And like, they certainly can pass to each other, so Ted starts scheming on how he can leverage that to them passing to everyone. But when that doesn’t work, a version of the the ‘practice’ scene from 1x06 happens and whichever one of them is there as a witness loses their shit at Ted for it. Cue drama

I’ve got s3 Jamie meets s1 post-fire Jamie and goes ‘ooooooh, I did not realize how transparent my issues were. Oh no. Oh no, I gotta do something to help.’ This is mainly Jamie trying to give love to his former self, who is furiously jealous of everything his future self has and doesnt believe him at all when jamie tries to explain ‘no no, this can be you!’ Cue angst.

And then I’ve got a ‘Where is Jamie?’ AU that is more about the cascade of butterfly effects that he’s had on the team. Basically the two Richmonds meet, and Other Richmond is…well, for starters they got relegated in season 1 and never got promoted again. They came so very close though. There’s no Total Football, there was never even a Zava. Nate, having not been bullied as much, never went full dark side and left for West Ham (as a result though he has a LOT of unresolved anger stored up at Ted).

But the biggest domino that never fell was Keeley, who never dated Jamie, and therefore never met Rebecca OR Roy. As a result it took Rebecca a lot longer to soften to…everything. Without Keeley to force her hand over the paparazzi photo, she didn’t confess that she’d been trying to sabotage Richmond until well into season two. She’s made progress, but her and Ted are far more tentative with each other, and because of how long it took the blow up was much bigger. Roy is on assistant coach, but his retirement was more of a whimper than a bang. He’s hanging onto his job like a life raft and he is severely depressed. Keeley is still floating around, doing modeling. She has tried to work her way into a few PR companies but hasn’t had much luck, so she’s currently working on her degree. Her life isn’t much worse, but it’s not great.

So canon!Richmond looks at all of this and goes ‘okay. So where the fuck is jamie?’

Meanwhile Jamie is trying to not hear ‘we only want you for your football’ but it’s really really hard given the circumstances.

They do eventually find that universe’s jamie living as a bartender in Manchester. Life has not been kind but he’s made the best of it. That said he takes one look at this Jamie, who is softer and lighter and happier than he’s ever been and who actually plays football, and thinks his old mates from the academy are playing a cruel prank on him— the fact that they somehow got Roy Kent in on it is an extra kick while he’s down.

Ironically he has been making a killing placing bets against Richmond (and other teams, but he doesn’t tell them that) because he’s taken all his passion for football and turned it into dissecting how awful other teams play, which actually makes for really good coaching strategy advice. You see where this is going.

#please excuse any typos I typed this on my phone throughout my workday #jamie tartt #ted lasso #canon divergence #AUs #ask box is always open

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Forgotten Love {Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 17.1k

Warnings: Confessions & angst, car crashes, mentions of death, amnesia, drugs & drinking, gun violence, kidnappings, canon style violence, gun violence, oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, slightly cum play

Comments: You were a childhood friend of Javi Gutierrez, falling in love with him. When you tell him how you feel, you are crushed to learn that he doesn’t feel the same way. Rushing away from him and having an accident that makes you completely forget him, until you tag along to a billionaire’s birthday party where there are supposed to be famous actors in attendance.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

A/N: This loosely follows the movie The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent but we realized we are horrible at remembering, having only seen it once.

** The Nic Cage portrayed in this story is the character from TUWOMT and not the real life actor Nicolas Cage. The character is one that the actor in question played himself. Therefore, this is NOT RPF

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

You are the best friend that he could have ever asked for. Possibly at times his only friend. Allowed on the compound whenever you wanted, you would come to play with him, watch movies with him and for a while, Javi would feel normal. It didn’t matter that he was older than you. You didn’t have any expectations of him, there weren’t any of the stern lectures about how he was supposed to act a certain way or be less emotional. It was okay that he liked movies that made him cry when he was with you. Splashing around in the pool while the two of you recreated the scene from Jaws or running through the olive trees screeching and screaming lines from Star Wars, pretending you were on Endor and racing speeder bikes through the forest. Laying in the movie room and making yourselves sick on popcorn and soda while you watch your favorite movies on repeat and argue over which one was the greatest of all. Laughing innocently while Javi got to pretend that his world wasn’t scary. You are probably the person that he cared for on this planet most of all. His person.

At twenty two years of age, it's clear to you now that you love Javier. Perhaps you've always loved Javi. Since meeting him as a child after your family moved to Mallorca, he has always been there for you. He's older than you but you've never thought of him as an older brother. You have always thought of him as your best friend and as soon as you turned eighteen, you realized you're in love with him. The night of your birthday, he had invited you over to the compound and given you a beautiful necklace. Engraved with your birthdate and a beautiful diamond in the middle, it took your breath away. At that moment, you wanted to kiss him but you refrained, not wanting to ruin your friendship. Now though, it's eating you alive. You need to tell him how you feel. So on this beautiful spring day, you drive through the compound until you arrive outside the villa. "Hola." You greet the guard standing near the stairs making your way up to the front door.

Javi sighs, rubbing the back of his neck and wishing that he had a drink. Or maybe some weed. Anything to take his mind off the disastrous meeting with his father and Lucas. The veiled threats that were slightly sweetened with the manic smile his cousin often wore. There was a slight tint of insanity in his eyes that Javi always tried to laugh off but it is becoming more and more obvious that Lucas would take over the family business with his father passed. Not that Javi minded at all. He didn’t want to be involved with arms dealing around the world. He was not made to be a harbinger of death. He wanted to become a director, a screenwriter. He wanted to make movies that made people laugh, cry and fall in love. All the things that he wanted out of life. Not that he was ever going to be able to have that. He was a Gutierrez and unfortunately, that came with the price of his personal happiness.

Wiping your hands on your jeans, you make your way into the villa, calling out for Javi. Your heart is pounding and you find him on the balcony, looking over to the Mediterranean. “Javi.” You call out his name, noticing the way his shoulders are hunched over and you know he’s spoken to his father and Lucas today.

“Estrella.” Turning to face you, his day instantly gets a little brighter. The way you smile at him makes his worries fall away and he rushes towards you to pull you into his arms for a slightly fiercer than normal hug. You are his star, both because you help him in such a selfless way and because he has always believed that you would be an Oscar winner if you went to Hollywood to be in movies. “This is a surprise.” He hums, pulling back and smiling at you. “Did you want to watch a movie? Con Air?”

You chuckle at his eagerness to watch any Nic Cage movie possible. You’ve seen every single one with him, always having to rewind the tapes when you sit down to watch a movie because you always forget. “No. No. I- I want to talk to you about something, Jav.” You reach for the hands around your waist, taking them in your own and squeezing them.

He frowns slightly, “what’s wrong, Estrella?” He asks.

“Nothing. I mean, it’s not nothing but - Javi. You’re my best friend. Ever since I moved to this beautiful island you’ve been by my side and I am so grateful to have you. Every single day, I am so happy to be your friend. Friend.” You frown, the word tasting bitter in your mouth, “I don’t want to just be friends.” You exhale shakily, looking into those dark eyes. “I love you Javi. I am in love with you.” You confess, bracing yourself for his reaction.

For one brief, shining second, Javi is thrilled. He has been in love with you since you have both been children. Until he remembers the conversation with his father and his cousin. Eyes widened with surprise and the disappointment written on his face is not because he doesn’t love you, but because he knows it is safer that you never know that. “No.” He shakes his head and his heart breaks when he sees the way your own eyes cloud in confusion. He takes your hands gently, pulling them up to his chest and could cry because of how unfair life is. “Estrella, no, you should not love me. I- I don’t- I don’t love you that way.” He lies, words tripping up on his tongue and tasting foreign. It’s safer for you, he reminds himself. “You are my friend, only my friend. I - I love someone else.” He tells you, hoping that it would make you feel better and that he can continue to keep you safe by pretending to love someone else.

You aren’t sure what you expected. Well, you do. You hoped he would surge forward and kiss you, tell you he loves you too. You rip your hands from his grip, tears stinging in your eyes, and you know it’s your own fault. He’s not obligated to love you back, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. “I- I understand. I’m sorry. I, uh, I’m gonna go.” You choke, trying not to sob. You don’t want him to see you cry.

“Estrella-” He tries to follow you as you step away from him but you shake your head.

“It’s fine Javi. It’s fine. I’m just - I’m gonna go.” You tell him, backing up towards the door.

“Stay.” Javi pleads, not wanting you to leave.

“I gotta go Jav. Please. Let me go.” You plead, walking to the door and opening the door so you can stumble down the stairs. Javi doesn’t argue, standing by the door and watching you. You turn to look back at him one last time, knowing you can’t be friends with him for a while. It’s too painful, especially if he loves somewhere else. You stumble to your car, unlock it and get in, and you finally let yourself sob once you’re out of the compound and on the road. Tears stream down your cheeks and you need to get home. Driving around the winding roads, you don’t see the bend until it’s too late, the car flying down the cliff and your scream echoes into the distance as your car barrels down the side of the cliff.

Javi feels horrible, moping around for hours before he decides that he’s made a horrible mistake. He should have told you the truth, told you how he felt and let you decide if you wanted to be with him. He rushes towards the door, ready to drive over to your house when the door opens and Lucas steps inside. ¿Adónde vas?” Where are you going? He asks, a strange look in his eyes.

Javi shakes his head, unwilling to deal with Lucas now. “¡Primo! Tengo que ir a hablar con Estrella, herí sus sentimientos. Tengo que disculparme.” Cousin! I have to go talk to Estrella, I hurt her feelings. I have to apologize. He huffs out as he races by him.

Lucas reaches out, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back. “Primo, primo, primo.” He tuts, giving Javi a mournful look. “No hay necesidad de disculpas. Ella está muerta. Su coche fue encontrado en el fondo del acantilado.” Cousin, cousin, cousin. There is no need for apologies. She's dead. Her car was found at the bottom of the cliff.

Javi blanches and shakes his head. “No! She’s not dead!” He cries, struggling to push past Lucas to get to his car, determined to find you at your house and beg you for forgiveness.

Lucas keeps a tight grip on his cousin, his face showing faux sympathy as he pulls Javi into his arms. “Primo. She’s gone.” Lucas declares but Javi won’t accept it, shoving Lucas away so he can get to his car, but Lucas stops him in his tracks when he pulls out his phone. “I spoke to the police. They sent these photos.” He hands the phone to Javi so he can see the photos of your car, the way it’s crushed, and finally the photo of you, eyes closed with bruises and gashes all over your body. Blood everywhere. It’s gruesome and Lucas watches Javi stare at the photo.

His eyes cinch shut and he screams, throwing the phone against the door and shattering the device, missing the way that his cousin smirks. “No, no, no.” Javi sinks to his knees, anguish overwhelming him like he’s witnessed a thousand times in movies and never understood until this moment. You are gone. Never to laugh with him or look up at him with those expressive eyes of yours. His heart shatters as he wails and cries on the floor of his beautiful villa, now dim and dreary because you are gone.

“Lo siento, primo.” Sorry, cousin. Lucas forces out, reaching down to rub his cousin’s back as he sobs. This had to happen. It was for the best. Perhaps now Javi can stop dreaming of Hollywood and become an active member of the family. Working hard instead of daydreaming. “Come on, let’s get you a drink.” Lucas says, snapping his fingers at the housekeeper who walked in when she heard the smash. “Whiskey.” He orders without a please or thank you. Javi continues to sob, mourning your death. Lucas smirks to himself as he rubs his cousin’s back. His plan worked.

****

Javi looks around the party, plastering a smile on his face and taking a sip of the champagne he doesn’t really want. This party is ostentatious and not him. At least not the real Javi Gutierrez, that man died ten years ago when you did. He tries to not think about you, he really does. Although it was hard when he got Nic Cage to come out here. Imagining how you would have been starstruck with him. Ten years. Your parents had you quickly cremated, not that Javi would have been up for going to a funeral service. He had been stuck in a horrible funk, drunk and high for nearly two weeks before Lucas had pulled him out of it. Or, maybe it was just that his cousin stopped feeding him the drugs and booze. Either way, when he sobered up, you were gone and your parents had decided to move back to your country, taking all your belongings with them. He had nothing but the small gifts you had given him over the years to remember you by. Sighing, he takes another sip of his champagne and looks around the garden.

You follow your friend Alejandro as he guides you through the fancy party. Invited by a friend of a friend, you have no idea who the party is for but you had heard some casting directors and producers would be present as they vacation in Mallorca. You grin as you follow Alejandro, your dress swaying around your legs. You’ve dressed to the nines. Once you have a glass of champagne, you stand and watch the crowd, wondering if you can find any familiar faces, and that’s when you see him. The most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life. His dark eyes meet yours and you lift your glass towards him in greeting.

Feeling like he’s been kicked in the chest, Javi gasps. “Estrella.” He murmurs softly, blinking to make sure he’s not dreaming of you standing there looking like a gorgeous angel. Alive and healthy. Except you are, smiling at him as you toast him, like you haven’t been missing from his heart - his life everyday for the past ten years. “Estrella!” He abandons the guest who had been talking near him and rushes over to you, scooping you up in his arms in a crushing hug. “I- where have you been? I have missed you so much!” He breathes out, tears forming in his eyes in happiness that you are back.

You frown, pulling away from the man. “Excuse me. Do I - do I know you?” You ask, tilting your head as you gently push out of his tight grip, confused by the familiarity in his voice.

“Do you- I don’t understand. It’s me. Javi.” He says, gesturing to himself and his brow furrows.

“I’m sorry señor, I’ve never met you before in my life.” You tell him, looking into his eyes.

Looking at you for a second, Javi starts laughing. Grinning from ear to ear as he thinks that you are joking. He shakes his head and wags his finger at you. “You had me for a second. You really did! Never met me before.” He scoffs playfully, ignoring the questions that he wants to ask. You are here now and that is all that matters. He will convince you to stay and then he can find out why they told him you were dead. “Like we didn’t swim in that pool every day during the summer.” He tells you, nodding towards the crystal clear water of the infinity pool.

You shake your head, “you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’ve never been here before. I’ve never seen you before. I’m - I’m sorry but you’re confused. My name isn’t Estrella. I’m - I’ve never - I’m sorry.” You finish, confused at his behavior. He must have you confused with someone else.

“No-” He says your real name, confused as to why you are keeping up this charade of not knowing him. “I call you Estrella because you are my star. Were my star.” He frowns, not noticing your eyes have widened when he used your real name. “Where have you been?”

You are so confused as to how he knows your name. “I- I’ve been on the island. Working. I’m trying to be an actress and my friend told me this party would have producers. I usually work in a restaurant down in the town. I’m so fucking confused. How do you know my name?” You start to panic, catching Alejandro’s eyes as he starts to come towards you with a look of concern.

“Why are you-”

“Alejandro Rodrigez.” Your friend interrupts Javi with a charming smile and an extended hand, making Javi frown but manners makes him abandon his question and plaster a smile on his face.

“Javi Gutierrez. This is my party.” He says, eyes flickering over to you. “Are you- um, together?” He asks, wondering if you had signaled your boyfriend to get away from him. If so, why had you come? To rub it in his face?

Alejandro laughs, wrapping his arm around your waist. “She’s beautiful but she’s not my type. You on the other hand…” Alejandro trails off, his eyes tracing Javier’s figure in his suit, and you can’t help but giggle a little.

“You must have confused me with someone else. I swear I’ve never met you before. Besides, now I know who to say ‘happy birthday’ to.” You offer him a sweet smile and lean in to kiss his cheek. “Feliz cumpleaños.” You murmur, pulling away from him and you wince, reaching up to touch your forehead. “Shit. Headache again.” You tell Alejandro, knowing he will help you through it.

Javi watches you walk away, confused and upset that you are still saying that you don’t know him. Motioning to Gabriella, he draws her over to his side. “That woman right there.” He tells the woman who is his personal assistant. “Find out everything you can about her.” He demands. “Tonight.”

Gabriella nods, watching you as you are escorted away, your hand on your head. “What’s her name?” She asks Javi.

“Estre-” He cuts himself off and tells her your full name.

“How do you know her?” Gabriella asks. Javier has never spoken about you since she started working for him.

“She’s the woman I love.” Javier declares, knowing that fact to still be true. Gabriella’s heart aches a little at the news that he loves another but she remains professional, knowing her crush isn’t Javier’s problem.

“I’ll let you know what I can find out.” After Gabriella walks off, Javier tries to distract himself by hanging around with Nick. It’s hard to focus on anything but you.

“So I was filming Peggy Sue and I-” Nick cuts himself off when Alejandro, your friend approaches Nick and Javier.

“Apologies for the interruption I would like to-”

“Autograph? Photo?” Nick cuts him off with guesses and Alejandro shakes his head.

“No, thank you though Mr. Cage, I’d like to speak to Javier.”

“Me?“ Javi’s brow shoots up and Nic frowns for a moment before he nods. “Sure, sure.” He picks up his whiskey glass and turns around to find a waiter to refill it for him. Javi turns to the other man, wishing that you were beside him. “I have to say that you are not my type.” He admits quickly, not wishing to hurt the man’s feelings, but you are the one he loves. “But I am flattered.”

Alejandro chuckles, shaking his head. "Oh trust me, guapo. I would love to have you in my bed but I know I'm not the one you want. How do you know her? She - she doesn't remember much before..." He trails off.

"Before?" Javi frowns.

"Before the accident. Car accident. She was twenty two. Her mind - she lost her memories. Took her months to function properly because she nearly died. They didn't think she would survive. She's a fighter. She's...fucking strong. I just- I figured you might've known her before the accident." Alejandro tells the birthday boy.

Javi chokes out a small sob and nods. “Yes! I did. I - they told me she died. Her parents moved away and -“ He bites his lip, tears behind his eyes being quickly blinked back. “I- her accident was my fault.” He whispers, ashamed of what had happened. “She was upset at me and left the house. I- they said she missed a turn and her car went over a cliff about a kilometer from here.”

Alejandro nods, seeing how upset the man is. “I’m sure it wasn’t your fault. She’s - she’s strong. She survived. She doesn’t remember you though. It seems like you trigger something in her. She - she gets these headaches when someone or something feels familiar to her. She doesn’t remember anything before the accident.” Alejandro reveals.

“Oh.” Javi’s shoulders slump in disappointment but he thinks of something, desperate to keep you close so he can spend time with you. “She said she was an actress.” He says excitedly. “She should stay here, as my guest.” He looks over to Nic. “Nic Cage is going to hopefully agree to star in my movie. I wrote a screenplay and he’s reading it.”

Alejandro’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “You wrote a screenplay?” He asks and Javier nods. “She’s struggling. A waitress for now. She keeps auditioning via video but she can’t afford to fly to L.A or London to try and catch a break. She’s…she’s amazing. She’s got talent. If you do ask her to stay with you and she agrees…you better not hurt her. I’ll kill you if you do. No matter who your family is. I’ll fucking kill you.” Alejandro warns, straightening his back.

Javi knows exactly what the other man is saying and nods quickly with his eyes wide and pleading with the other man to trust him. “Believe me, I would never want to hurt her.” He sighs and bites his lip, looking over at where Lucas and one of his friends are laughing. “I told her that I didn’t love her to keep her safe from my family, but I regretted it. Especially when-” He chokes back a small sound, “when I thought my selfishness had killed her.”

The news that Javi loves you is enough to make Alejandro take note. You’ve dated but nothing serious. It always seemed like your heart was behind a wall, like it belonged to someone unknown. Now he understands. You loved Javier. Perhaps this will be your big break, meeting Nic Cage and getting contacts. Plus it wouldn’t hurt if you rediscovered your memory through the process. “I’ll talk to her. This is a big opportunity for her and I want her to take it. I want you to tell her that you knew her, explain what you were to each other…as friends.”

Agreeing quickly, Javi feels his heart start to pound in his chest. The idea of being able to talk to you, get to know you again and maybe cause you to remember the way that the two of you used to be. “Absolutely. I will make sure this is what she needs.” He promises, even if he has to pay Nic more money to make sure that you have the contacts you need to make it big, he will do it. It will be worth it to him.

You are about to leave the party when the birthday boy appears, wringing his hands together and biting his lip. He calls your name and you turn to look at him. "Did you have a good birthday?" You ask, tilting your head and offering him a smile as you grip your clutch bag.

“I did.” Javi nods and smiles at you, wishing you remembered something about him. “Especially when Nic said he is going to stay and work on a script with me.” His eyes light up, remembering the times he had told you he was going to work with the actor while you were watching his movies. “I know that you don’t remember me, Estrella, but I- I wanted to offer you an opportunity.” He chickens out on telling you that you were friends right away. “With Nic here, I would like you to stay as my guest. Get close to him and use the connections he has.”

Your eyes widen, shocked at his offer. Part of you is excited for the opportunity, the other part of you is confused. "I- I thank you for the opportunity but...why me?" You ask, frowning at him. He seems genuine but you need to know the reason why he feels so familiar.

He takes a deep breath, aware that you could completely reject the information he is telling you. “You lived down the road from me since you were six.” He murmurs softly. “We met one day in the olive groves, I was- well, from the beginning, you were my shadow - my best friend.” He knows it’s silly, sounds strange that a girl eight years younger than him could be his best friend, but you were. “Until- until your accident.”

Your head begins to hurt, wishing you could remember your childhood, your memories before the accident. "You - we were best friends?" You ask and he nods. You wonder if he could be the key to your memories. Plus the opportunities... You think for a moment, "okay. I, uh, I gotta get some clothes. My things. I don't have anything. I can come back tomorrow." You tell him, knowing this is crazy but you can't miss this chance.

“Stay tonight.” Javi reaches for your hand and pleads with you. Desperate for you to stay and half afraid that you wouldn’t come back. “You can borrow something to sleep in. I- of course you would have your own room.” He looks around at the people starting to leave and sighs. “It’s late and I would hate for you to - to -” He breaks off, not even wanting to voice the idea of you getting into another accident. “Please.”

You glance at Alejandro who nods, "I can bring your things tomorrow, chica." He promises, and you turn to look back at Javi.

"Okay. I'll stay." You offer him a small smile, squeezing his hand. He looks relieved and that makes your heart thump. "I'll stay." You tell him, wondering how this is going to end up.

“Great!” Javi chuckles happily as he beams at you. Rooms had been made up for any guests who drank too much but he knows where he wants to put you. “I will show you to your room. It’s magnificent.” He promises, holding out his hand for you to take.

You glance back at Alejandro who nods, offering you a reassuring smile. You turn back to Javi, taking his hand, and you let him guide you away from the exiting guests as you walk into the villa. The entrance seems familiar and you can't help but like the feeling of his hand in yours. "I can't thank you enough for this opportunity but this room is - it's too much." You tell Javi once he escorts you to the room. It's beautiful, bigger than your house.

“Not at all.” Javi protests, shaking his head. If you had never left that night, if he had told you how he felt, you would be living here. “This is perfect for you.” He smiles and nods towards the bed. “Do you still like your pillows extra fluffy so you can sink into them like Ariel on The Little Mermaid?” He asks softly.

Your head turns to look at him in surprise. "I- I rewatched that movie after the accident and - I have fluffy pillows at home to do that. How did you-?" You cut yourself off, realizing that he's either telling the truth or some weirdo stalker who's been following your every move. "I just need my dingle-hopper." You tease, smirking at him as you walk over to the bed to caress the linen bedding. "I'm sorry I don't remember you." You tell him, feeling guilty that he's doing all of this for you.

“Don’t be sorry.” Javi watches you, feeling calmer and happier than he’s been for years. “I’m just happy you are here now.” He murmurs, unable to keep his eyes off of you. Afraid you will disappear. “I’ll go get you a shirt to sleep in. And even let you borrow my dingle-hopper.” He jokes, flashing your a grin. “This- this is the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten. Seeing you again.”

"I'm glad." Your heart flutters at his words, the look in his eyes. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he loves you. Impossible as it is. He hasn't seen you for ten years. "Thanks." You murmur, watching him walk off to get you a shirt. When he comes back, you have your heels off and you're struggling with the zipper of your dress, reaching behind you to try and pull it down.

“Let me help you.” Javi rushes over and tosses the shirt down on the bed, taking over and pulling the zipper of your dress down your spine. Imagining what it would be like to kiss your shoulders while he does it. Helping you undress so he can make love to you. But you don’t know who he is, so he backs away when he’s finished, ignoring the top of your black lace panties showing where the material is gaping. “I- I brought you a shirt. It’s really comfortable. And all the necessities for staying are in the bathroom. Except the dingle-hopper.” He grins. “I brought mine for you to use.”

You chuckle, trying to ignore the way your skin tingles from where his fingers brushed your spine as he pulled the zipper down. “Thanks for everything. It’s strange, this place feels so familiar.” You tell him, glancing around the room.

“You spent a lot of time here.” Javi tells you. “I wasn’t allowed to leave the estate until I was older so you would come here.” He murmurs. “Your parents never minded, they knew you were taken care of, so you would spend all day here during the summer.” He sighs and looks around the room, the one he had used when he was younger before his father died and he took over the main bedroom.

You smile, “I hope I can regain my memories. I try but it always feels like a fuzzy film when I try to think back that far. I’m sure you want to get to bed. I’m exhausted too. Thanks Javi. I- I’m excited to be here.” You tell him, unable to suppress the yawn that comes a few seconds later.

Javi gives you an indulgent smile. “Sleep, Estrella. You must be tired after the party and having things change so rapidly.” He resists the urge to lean in to kiss you, knowing that he is still a stranger to you. “Tomorrow is a new day.”

You nod, grabbing the shirt. “Goodnight Javi.” You offer him a smile. He nods, “goodnight, Estrella.” He steps towards the door, offering you one last look before he shuts the door behind him. You quickly change, washing your face and brushing your teeth with the new toothbrush in the drawer, before you get into the bed, groaning at how soft it is.

Javi walks back to his room, heart pounding in his chest. He can’t believe that you are alive, that you are back underneath his roof. Taking off his jacket, he starts to unbutton his shirt to get ready for bed himself. Eager to go to sleep so he can wake up and see you in the morning.

The next morning, Javier and Nic are enjoying breakfast on the veranda when Nic notices the way Javi keeps looking at the doors. “Waiting for someone?” He asks, noticing the impatience in his host.

“I, uh…” Javi feels guilty, he should be giving all of his time to his guest, but you are his guest too.

“Come on Jav, spit it out. What’s really going on here?”

Javi sighs and looks away from the door and gives Nic an apologetic look. “You must forgive me Mr. Cage. Last night, an angel walked back into my life.” He tells him, his eyes softening at the mere mention of you. “My best friend. A woman that I thought was dead for the last ten years.” He reaches for his orange juice and takes a sip. “I- she was - is - everything to me.”

Nic nods, “I get it, Jav. Childhood sweetheart? So what the hell happened? She doesn’t love you back? Why aren’t you having freaking birthday sex instead of sitting here with me?” Nic chuckles.

Javi’s body reacts to the idea of birthday sex with you, but he shakes his head. “She told me she loved me before she left.” He admits quietly. “I - it’s…complicated, so I lied and told her I didn’t feel the same. She crashed her car that night and apparently she doesn’t remember anything about me.” He sighs dejectedly and looks over at Nic again. “I still lo-”

“Hello.” His head turns quickly to find you hovering the doorway and he springs up from his seat.

“Estrella!” He greets you, moving over to guide you to the table. “Good morning. How did you sleep?”

You smile at Javi, nerves in your stomach from both your so-called childhood friend and the famous Oscar-winning actor seated at the table. You pull down the shirt you’re wearing, sitting down and your eyes widen at the pastries on display. “Wow. This is - this is a breakfast.” You comment, looking at the fruit and coffee pot.

“Delicious. One thing I love about Europe…continental breakfast. I’m Nic, nice to meet you, Estrella.” He nods his head.

“Oh, my name isn’t Estrella.” You fluster and tell him your real name. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Cage. I’ve seen a couple of your movies.”

“Well, thank you.” Nic says, looking over at Javi as he settles back down and pours you a glass of juice and a cup of coffee, adding sugar and creamer exactly as you take it before he passes it over to you. “You know, Estrella would be a good stage name.” He offers you. “If your name is already taken in SAG.”

“Thank you.” You smile at Javi. Taking the coffee from Javi, you are taken back by the fact that he knows how you take your coffee. Turning to look back at Nic, you chuckle nervously, “that would be a marvelous problem to have. I don’t - I would love to be an actress but I don’t - it’s hard to get into the business. I’ve done local plays but nothing at the same scale as your career. You’re - you’ve won an Oscar. I mean, it doesn’t get better than that.”

Nic looks over at Javi, leaning on the table with hand cradling his jaw as he moons over you. It’s sweet, the way that the actor could almost see stars in his eyes. “Well, lucky for you, Javi is writing a script with me!” He tells you, motioning over to Javi.

The other man quickly straightens up and nods eagerly. “We are, you should be in it!” Javi quickly tells you.

“What’s it about?” You ask, looking at Javi and he bites his lip.

“We are figuring it out.” He confesses, wishing he could tell you more.

“We are ironing out the details.” Nic says, waving his hand. “So…want to audition?” He asks, raising his eyebrows at you. He thinks you’d look great on camera. Now he just needs to see what you’ve got.

“Oh. Now? I- I don’t have anything prepared.” You fluster.

“Anything in your memory?” Nic asks.

You bite your lip, “I, uh, I might have a part of a monologue from a play stored up there. Okay. Okay.” You exhale shakily, suddenly nervous. “George, it’s impossible. You can’t - it’s not safe. You can’t go. I’ll be fine by myself but you need to take care of yourself now that you’ve got a wife and child. It’s no longer about me. About us. Our love…it’s still there. I can feel it. Can you? It- we missed our chance and there’s nothing we can do about it now. You need - you need to leave.” You put everything you have into the impromptu monologue.

Javi is entranced, clapping enthusiastically as soon as you finish. “Yes! Yes! Magnificent!” He praises you, knowing that even if you weren’t the woman he loves he would have thought it was amazing. “It’s soulful, making me yearn for missed connections.” He tells you, reminded of his own missed connection with you ten years ago. His fault of course, but still, it moves him. He looks over at Nic expectantly, ready to hear his thoughts on your monologue.

Nic tilts his head, watching you for several moments, and you fidget in your seat. He raises his hands, pressing them together and bowing his head towards you as a sign of respect. “You know your shit, little lady. Just need some refinement which is what Hollywood will do for you. Fuck. We are gonna write a damn good movie.” You grin, unable to believe he actually liked your monologue.

Grinning happily, Javi looks between you and Nic, excited for what will happen. He squirms slightly, happy that you will be here so you can spend extra time with him and hopefully recover some of your memories of him. He’s selfishly wanting you to remember that you love him, so he can tell you how much he loves you, how much he regrets denying it. “Eat.” Javi motions to the food. “Alejandro should be here soon with your things and you can settle in for as long as the script takes.”

You nod, picking up a croissant and tearing it up before eating a piece. It’s strange how comfortable you feel around Javi, like you’ve known him your entire life. You wish you could remember him, all those lost memories. Later that afternoon, you join Javier on a walk along the beach and you turn to look at him. The sunlight playing in his hair makes him look angelic. “So…what did we used to do as kids? Maybe we can try and recreate a memory to see if it triggers my brain.”

Javi smiles, looking down at the sand on his feet, cuffs off his pants rolled up and the waves rushing up to lap at his toes. “We used to run through the olive groves, pretending we were on speeder bikes. You always wanted me to chase you.” He tells you with a laugh. “Swimming in the pool and reenacting Jaws with the float things.” He chuckles and looks over at where you are watching him intently, blushing slightly and looking back down at the sand. “Watching movies, telling each other our hopes and dreams.” He stops and grins, looking up at the cliff with an idea. He points up to it. “Jumping off that cliff right there.”

Your eyes widen and you grin. “Really? We jumped off of that?” You shake your head at him, “no way. Javi. I- I can’t believe I jumped off of that.” You laugh, slapping his shoulder. You look at him when you both calm down. “What are your hopes and dreams?” You ask him.

“To write movies.” Javi tells you with a gleam in his eyes. “Tell stories, be a part of the magic.�� He pauses and bites his lip. “To be with the woman that I love.” He murmurs softly, knowing that you would not believe that it is you.

Your heart thumps in your chest, looking into those dark eyes, and you swallow down the urge to just kiss him. You barely know him. “I’m sure you’ll achieve all of your dreams, Javi. You seem like the kind of man who wouldn’t let anyone or anything stand between you and what you want.” You observe, noticing the look in his eyes but you can’t put your finger on it.

“I did at one time.” He confesses, shame filling him. “It almost cost me everything I cared about. It did cost me for a long time.” He frowns at the fact that he had overlooked. Lucas had told him you were dead. Instead of focusing on that, he looks at you and grins. “Want to go jump off the cliff? See if it jogs your memory?”

Your eyes widen, “really?” You can’t deny you’re excited to jump off of a cliff. Alejandro has brought your clothes by earlier, so you are wearing a sundress to combat the heat you don’t care about getting it wet. “Let’s do it. Let’s do it.” You grip his hand, adrenaline already flowing through you.

His brow furrows and he gets an intense look on his face before he looks back behind the two of you. Pushing up close to you and lean in to whisper harshly in your ear. “Don’t look behind you, we are being followed.” He tells you urgently, coming up with a scenario on the spot. “When I count to three, sprint to the car. We need to get out of here!”

“One…” He says and you frown, wondering what he was doing until you realize what he is up to. You grin, tugging on his hand after he counts to three.

“Quick. Shit. They are still following us. Come on, we need to get to the car. Come on!” You sprint to the Jeep, squealing when you get inside of it, and Javi puts the car in drive, the tires kicking up dust as he speeds away. You turn to look behind you, “hurry Javi. They are gaining on us.” You play along, realizing how insane this is but you’re desperate for your memories, you’d do anything to get them back.

“I don’t know if I can lose them!” Javi cries, jerking the wheel from side to side like he is trying to out maneuver a car behind him. Even though the road is clear. “Do you trust me?” He demands, looking over at you while still speeding up the mountain. He knows the road well enough that you are not in any danger.

“What?” You ask, confused.

“Do you trust me?” He demands again, more harshly this time.

“Yes! Yes I do.”

Javi nods and looks back at the road, stomping on the gas even harder, engine revving and the jeep speeding up. “When we get to the top, we are going to run to the left. You stay with me!” He tells you, gritting his teeth and looking in the rearview mirror.

You nod, trying to be serious, and when the car squeals to a stop, you get out of the Jeep and run alongside Javi as you make your way through the bushes. When you approach the cliff, you come to a stop, heart pounding in your chest. “Javi. I- I don’t think I can do this.” You tell him, gripping his hand as fear threatens to overwhelm you.

“You have to!” Javi shouts, squeezing your hand and giving you a pleading look before he frantically looks behind him. “They are going to kill you. And I - I can’t lose you again!” He isn’t actually acting in that last line but he pushes forward. “I love you!” He confesses, panting out the words and his eyes widen, surprised himself that it came out.

You know he’s just acting, going along with the act, you cup his cheek with your free hand. “Then let’s jump!” You shout, dragging him towards the cliff and he runs alongside you until you are dropping down into the sea. Your hand disconnects from Javi’s when you hit the water. It’s cold but not freezing, making you gasp when you come back up from under the water. “Oh my God! Fuck. Did we - did we just do that?” You laugh, splaying your arms out as you keep yourself above water.

Javi laughs, watching you as he treds water. “We did. We jumped.” He gasps out and the urge to pull you towards him for a kiss is almost overwhelming but he doesn’t. “How do you feel?” He asks, interested in learning if there is anything that you’ve remembered.

You giggle before you wince, your head throbbing. You struggle to continue swimming so you cling to him, gasping at the pain in your head. “Estrella! What is it? What’s wrong?” He asks, trying to keep you both afloat as he looks at you in concern.

“Shit. I don’t know. My head hurts.” You close your eyes, hating the pain that feels like someone is putting pressure on your brain.

He guides you towards the rocks, slowly while you gasp in pain and wishing he could ease your pain. “Easy, Estrella.” He murmurs softly, making sure that you don’t go under the waves while you are struggling with the headache. “Focus on my voice.” He coos. “Focus on my words. Remember when you were 13? You were embarrassed that you couldn’t swim with me. Kept resisting getting in the pool.” His hand squeezes your hip gently. “You were having cramps and I got you a heating pad for your stomach while we watched Lilo and Stitch.”

You chuckle, the pain fading slightly and you cling to him as he guides you towards the shore. "I'm sorry Jav. I don't remember - I still don't remember that. I wish I could remember." You say as you stumble through the waves, his arm wrapped around your waist and you fall onto the sand, your head still pounding. You drag Javi down on top of you by accident, your eyes meeting his as you inhale deeply, your headache fading.

It’s like something from a movie. Laid out on a beach after coming out of the water and looking down into the eyes of the woman he loves. Reaching up, Javi caresses your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your lips. He wants to kiss you, wants nothing more than to press his lips to yours. “Beautiful.” He whispers.

You anticipate him kissing you, closing your eyes as you wait for his lips to press against yours. Before his lips can meet yours, a voice calls out his name. You fluster, gently pushing on Javier's chest to stand up, brushing the sand from your sundress that is soaked through. By the time you have gotten yourself together, the man is in front of you.

“Lucas.” Javi looks at his cousin, watching his eyes widen in surprise before a broad, unpleasant smirk comes over his face and he says your name. “What a surprise.” He opens his arms and pulls you into a hug and has Javi shifting nervously. “It is good to see you. It’s been a long time, eh?” He huffs, grinning even more when he sees your confusion.

You don't remember this man either but a shiver runs down your spine as he pulls away from you. "I, uh. I'm sorry, señor. I don't remember you. I, um, I lost my memories." You confess, pulling your water slick sundress away from your form.

"Oh. Oh." Lucas looks towards Javi, feigning sympathy as he realizes his plan had kind of worked. He'd wanted to kill you but you survived that fucking crash and now you're back. He thought you'd be gone if you forgot about his lovesick cousin.

Javi moves closer to you and pats your shoulder. “It is okay, Estrella.” He tells you before he looks over at Lucas. “What did you need me for, primo?” He asks, unsure of why Lucas is here. There wasn’t a meeting scheduled, not that he was actually involved with the business. He was merely the figurehead. The face of the business.

Lucas smiles, holding up his hands, "I just wanted to see if the rumor was true that your Estrella had returned to the compound." Lucas reaches for your hand, "I have to return to work but it was a pleasure to see you again." He kisses the back of your hand and you shiver, trying to resist the urge to tear your hand out of his grasp.

"You too...I guess." You chuckle nervously and he lets go of your hand before walking away. You watch him go, the hairs at the base of your neck standing up.

Javier stares at his cousin before he sees you shiver. "Come on Estrella, l'll get you back to the villa and out of those clothes." You turn to look at him, eyes wide. "No. I mean, I will take you back to the villa so you can change into some dry clothes." He amends, a blush on his cheeks.

Javi bites his lip, happy when you nod although he wishes he was actually undressing you. He’s not a virgin, he’s had relationships and lovers since you’ve been gone, although he’s never had that spark with anyone like he’s had with you. “Let’s go back to the jeep.” He murmurs, placing his hand on your back and guiding you back to the path. “I’m sure Mr. Cage will be anxious to start working on the script.”

Nic has pestered Javi all day about his favorite movies while working on ideas for the script. Of course the first two are Cage movies. You are in Javi's movie room, amazed by the memorabilia and you raise your eyebrows at the golden guns held by the figure of Nic. "Is this supposed to be me? It's...grotesque. I'll give you $20,000 for it." Nic offers, making you giggle as Javier's jaw drops, staring at his favorite actor.

"Come on boys, movie time. We need some inspiration."

Javi looks over the memorabilia and hums. “We should do our story.” He comments, looking over at you and biting his lip. “The friendship of two men who come together in unusual circumstances.” He tilts his head. “With a love story woven in. Have to have a good love story.”

You nod, “everyone loves a good bromance and a romance.” You joke, making Javi laugh and Nic chuckles, nodding his head.

“I think we need some wine.” Javi declares and walks over to the wall of wine he stores here. He expertly opens a bottle, handing you and Nic a glass before pouring with a heavy hand. “Thank you. Can you just stop stalling and answer the question. What is your third favorite movie of all time?” Nic asks impatiently. You and Javi have both been avoiding the question all day and you are aching to know his answer.

Javi stands up straight after getting his own glass, staring at you and Nic. You both answer at the same time, “Paddington 2.” Your eyes widen, unable to believe that his third favorite movie is also yours.

“What?” Nic looks between you both as Javi sits down next to you. “Cabinet of Dr Caligari, Paddington 2. Connect those dots. I mean, I don’t want to be a snob but-” Javi blushes as he looks at you before answering.

“I cried through the entire thing and it made me want to be a better man.” He confesses, making you look at him in surprise.

“I just thought it was a cute movie.” You confess, not having anything more meaningful to say.

“Bullshit!” Nic waves his hands.

Javi shrugs. “Watch it again and you will see.” He demands, gesturing to the movie room that is by his collection. “Let’s watch it right now.” He suggests moving over to the door and opening it up. “Estrella? What do you say?”

You are in awe of the movie room, the back of your mind tingling with something familiar about it, and you inhale sharply when a sharp pain enters your head. Javi rushes forward to cup your cheeks, "are you okay, Estrella?" You nod, looking into those beautiful brown eyes. Nic watches, intrigued by the way Javi gently cradles your head, concern furrowing his brow, and before he can say anything, you push Javi away.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. Let's watch the movie." You say, a smile on your face.

Rushing around the room, Javi sets up the movie to play and tries to be a good host. “Beer? Soda? Popcorn?” He asks, motioning to the concession area behind the sofas and reclining seats. “We have everything a movie theater would have plus gummy worms.” He smiles at you. “Always your favorite during movies.”

“Beer is good for me, Jav.” Nic says and settles down in the seat. You turn to see Javi already getting you your favorite soda - Bitter Rosso - and some gummy worms.

“My favorite.” You echo his earlier words, surprised he knows, and you take them from his hands before settling down in the plush chairs as Javi hits play on the movie and dims the lights.

He sits by you, a little nervous because it’s been so long since he’s been here with you. Splitting his attention between you and the screen, wanting this to be perfect for you. The fact that you love Paddington 2 is just another thing that makes him smile and regret not seeing you over the past ten years. Imagining seeing it with you for the first time. “Here it comes.” He whispers when the movie starts, wiggling down into his seat.

The movie begins and you chuckle, looking over at Javi every few minutes to see his reaction and your heart flutters at the way his eyes crinkle at the corner, you can’t deny that you like him. Despite him telling you he’s known you since you were six, you like the man he is today. You just wish you could remember him. The gummy worms are gone and you are getting sleepy after an eventual couple of days. Your eyelashes flutter as you try to stay awake but eventually fall asleep halfway through the movie, your head leaning on Javi’s shoulder.

Javi watches you more than the movie. His eyes drifting over to you every few seconds as you slump against him, eventually angled so that he just moves you slightly so you can lay down across him. His entire body tingling with pleasure as you sigh and cuddle his thigh, still asleep. Wrapping an arm around you and keeping it respectful, just to insure you don’t roll off the sofa, he completely abandons the pretense of the movie and just stares down at you in awe.

You blink, the bright light from the rolling credits on the screen wake you up along with the music, and you are reluctant to move from the comft position you are in. You hear sobbing coming from the other side of Javi, tilting your head to see Nic Cage crying, before you look up at Javi. "Hey." You greet him lazily.

"Hey." He smiles, stroking your side. You realize after a moment that you fell asleep on him.

"Oh shit. Sorry. I didn't - I didn't mean to fall asleep on - on you." You rush out, head fuzzy as you sit up.

“It’s okay.” Javi assures you, unhappy that you pulled away but he understands it. “You were peaceful.” He looks over at Nic and notes the tears on the other man’s face. “Didn’t I tell you?” He asks, happy that rewatching it with a new perspective has touched the actor.

Nic wipes his eyes, "Paddington 2 is incredible." He assesses, making Javi nod. "I fucking told you."

You chuckle, shifting to stand up, stretching from the curled up position you were sitting in. You feel Javier's eyes on you and you turn to look at him, offering him a lazy smile. "Paddington has a new fan." You joke, watching Nic rub his nose after he sniffles.

Nic nods and looks over at you and Javi, eyebrow lifting at the previous cozy scene. Javi flushes and rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Now that you’ve seen it, we can work on a heartfelt movie. Something that makes people feel what you just felt.” Javi murmurs, not wanting Nic to comment on you sleeping on him.

The next morning, after breakfast, you finally tell Nic what has happened to your memories. “So you’re telling me that you don’t remember Jav at all? Wow.” Nic shakes his head, noticing the hurt look in his friend’s eyes. “Well Jav, we have a story for our movie. Hero’s girl loses her memories of him.”

You fluster at that, realizing what he’s implying and you shake your head. “I wish I could remember. Everything he’s told me…it seems idyllic. I wish I could just remember even one thing.”

Javi suddenly comes up with an idea. “What if…what if we take drugs? LSD. See if that jogs your memories?” He suggests.

You hesitate, biting your lip. “I’m not sure…”

Javi holds up the vial of LSD. “We will do it with you.” He promises, looking over at Nic.

The other man winces. “I don’t know.”

Javi huffs. “Come on, you know you want to.” He tells him, looking over at you. “Estrella, I won’t let you be alone doing this.”

You know that you’re willing to do anything to get your precious memories back so you nod, “okay. Let’s do it.” Nic grins, shaking his fists in excitement. You stick your tongue out so Javi can put a few drops on your tongue before he does the same to Nic and finally himself. “I don’t feel anything. Do you- woah.” You blink rapidly, seeing Javi’s eyes get wide.

The world expands into brighter, more vivid colors and Javi looks over at you with a smile. “Estrella.” He murmurs, thinking that you look exactly like your nickname, shining like a gorgeous star in the sky. “Do you feel it?” He asks, brow furrowed as he leans in. He wants to know if you still feel something, anything for him.

You wonder what he means when he asks that and you nod, “yes. Yes. I feel it. I feel it.” You can’t help but reach out to cup his cheek, admiring how his stubble feels against your palm. You aren’t getting your memories back but the way you are feeling makes you feel like you are in love with Javi. “Shit. This is good. Good for - for movie ideas.” Nic says dazed.

“Let’s go for a drive.” Javi suggests, reaching up to trap your hand under his. He looks over at Nic to see what the other man thinks about the idea. “We can go to the village, sit and observe people and go through the ideas.”

The feel of the simple kiss on the back of your hand has your heart thumping in your chest. You lean closer to him as he stands with the sun shining down onto his beautiful curls and you say “you are so fucking beautiful“ Javi blushes and you smile.

Nic coughs and smiles at the two of you. “Tell me how you met this beautiful girl, Jav.” He demands before he lifts his brows. “We need it for the script of course.”

Javi bites his lip and he looks over at you. “She was running through the olive grove.” He tells Nic. “I was hiding from my father. Avoiding a lecture on what it meant to be a Gutierrez and she tripped over me where I was reading. Pouted up at me and demanded I read her my book to make up for making her fall.”

You smile, wishing you could remember. “Perfect. Fucking perfect. That’s the opening of the movie right there.” Nic claps before pointing his fingers at you and Javi. “Jav.” Nic glances around, “do these people look…suspicious to you? It feels like they are watching us.”

Javi goes to turn his head and Nic hisses “don’t look right at them!” Javi starts laughing, like he told a joke and turns his head, looking straight at them and he gets spooked when they look over. “They are! What do we do?” He panics. Looking at you he knows he needs to keep you safe. “Estrella, you need to stay with me, no playing this time.”

Your eyes widen and you grab his hand, glancing back towards the men. “Don’t look.” Nic hisses, “on the count of three. We run.” He whispers dramatically and you nod. “One…two…three!” Nic shouts and takes off. You run ahead of Javi, letting go of his hand and you scream when you hear a thud and spin around to see Javi sliding off the hood of a car. “Shit. You okay?” You ask, rushing over and he nods, stumbling to stand up before he sprints to catch up with Nic.

The three of you run down a path and come to a stone wall. Javi looks around frantically before he gets down onto his hands and knees. “Use me to get up.” He demands, looking up at Nic. “We have no time.”

Nic nods, using Javi to get up onto the wall and he reaches for your hand to help you. “But - but who’s gonna help you get up the wall? You go first.” You tell Javi, knowing you couldn’t lift him up. “You need to go first.” You tell him, “you go.” You reach up to cup his cheeks, “you gotta keep Nic safe.”

“No.” He shakes his head and stares are you somberly. “You go, I need you to live. I cannot-“ He chokes off what he was going to say and instead gets back down on the ground. “Hurry up!” He shouts. “Nic! Help her up!”

You shake your head, knowing you can try and get Nic to help him if you try and go around Nic on the wall. You take Nic’s hand and hoist yourself up onto the wall, looking down at Javi. “Nic. Help him!” You order, sitting over here wall while Nic lays on his stomach, reaching for Javi. You can hear them now, footsteps in the distance.

Javi reaches up and grabs Nic’s hand, the other man struggling to pull him up the wall. “Y-you’re heavier…than you look.” He pants, making Javi nod seriously as he tries to pull himself up higher.

“I have a big head.” His grip slips and he falls the three feet back to the ground on his back, knocking the breath out of him for a second.

Javi scrambles to get up, "you go. You go!" He shouts at you and Nic.

You shake your head, "no. No. We aren't leaving you."

Javi shakes his head, "you need to go. You need- I can't watch any harm come to you. You need to go. Now!"

Nic begins to cry, slamming his hands on the wall. "I'll never forget you Jav."

Javi's lower lip trembles as he looks between you and Nic, "I'll never forget you, Mr. Cage. Estrella. I - I lo- I need you to go. Now you get the hell out of here. You go!" He shouts, glancing behind him when he hears footsteps. You have tears in your eyes as you hit the ground on the other side of the wall. Nic standing beside you, and you glance over to see Javier's head poking around the side of the wall. "Mr. Cage. Estrella." He calls out.

“Javi!” He walks around the wall and you throw yourself it to his arms, happy that he won’t be left to die. Javi huffs out a happy sound and squeezes you tight. “We live to fight another day.” He murmurs, tucking his head into your neck and inhaling your scent while closing his eyes before he pushes away. “We still need to leave.”

****

“My fucking wife and daughter are here!” Nic growls, furious as he confronts Javi.

“I thought it would be nice for them to see Mallorca and maybe you can reconnect with them here while we write the script.” Javi suggests, tilting his head.

“Forget the fucking script. My family - shit. Shit!” Nic hisses, panicking to try and figure out what to do now that this mafia psycho has his family. You probably haven’t even lost your memories, you’re probably in on it all. “This is insane”

“Bullshit.” Javi narrows his eyes, grabbing the gun from the tray and he turns towards Nic as he clicks the gun into place. “Do not lie to me!” Javi growls, “Do. Not. Lie TO ME!” Javi roars, stepping closer to Nic.

“Jav..” Nic raises his hands, wondering if he’s going to die.

“Do you know how to hit the target?” Javi asks suddenly calm as he walks towards the actors “Control your heart.” He swings the shotgun up and fires at the target, destroying it. While he might not be the man his father wanted for a son or Lucas though could run the business, Javi was not a weakling. He would do what it takes to protect you.

Nic holds his hands up, “what the fuck, man?” His eyes are wide.

“You’re not being your true self” Javi accuses him, knowing that Lucas will ruin his life if the script isn’t a success. He will also be forced to admit to Lucas that he was right. Dreaming of Hollywood was stupid and his dream is over. “Do not mess with me! Tell me the truth!” He yells.

Nic nearly sighs in relief that Javi isn’t talking about the CIA. “I-“ his shoulders slump and he drops his hands. “You’re right.” He looks into the man’s eyes and feels like they got it wrong. This man isn’t a killer, crazy, but not a killer. “I’ve been…neglectful.” He admits softly. “My daughter doesn’t want to spend time with me. I’m selfish.” He quotes.

“You just need to connect with her. Spend time with her and get to know what she likes. It will be okay man.” Javi promises, setting the gun down and he pulls Nic into a hug. The two men return to the house and Javi wants to find you but Lucas interrupts him, asking him to come for a chat. “¿Todo bien, primo?” Everything okay, cousin? Javi asks Lucas, frowning as they enter the room and sit down at the table.

Lucas gives him a smirk and pours him a bowl of cereal, taking a few bites and studying his cousin. Javi’s been distracted since you’ve come back into the picture, more so than normal. “You’re friend, Nic Cage,” he spits slowly. “Is working for the CIA.” He tells him, making Javi’s eyes widen and he shakes his head. “Yes, it’s true.” Lucas gets up and walks around the table slowly, knowing he’s intimidating his weak cousin. “Maybe you are working for them too?” He asks, making Javi shake his head quickly.

“No, primo, no.”

“Yes.” Lucas grabs Javi roughly and drags him out of the chair and down onto the ground, forcing him to kneel as he pulls his gun out from behind his back and presses it against the back of his cousin's head.

Javi shakes, his hands held up. “I- please Lucas. I’m not - I didn’t -”

Lucas pushes the gun harder against his head. “Shut the fuck up! Your father thought you’re too fucking weak to handle anything. Always dreaming about movies and Hollywood. That girl would indulge your silly fantasises. She would’ve taken you away to Hollywood to pursue those stupid fucking shared dreams of yours. We couldn’t let that happen so she had to go. We had to kill her before she ruined this family operation.”

Javi chokes out a sound, head whipping around to find Lucas grinning maniacally at him. That grin had always unnerved him and made him think his cousin was crazy. “You mean- what did you do?” He demands. “She had an accident.” He wracks his brain, trying to remember if Lucas was there that day before you left, hating that his father might have been involved in any of this.

Lucas shrugs one shoulder, a maniacal grin still on his face. "She had to go. Your silly little girlfriend was putting everything at risk so when she came over to confess her stupid feelings, I cut her brakes. She wasn't supposed to survive. Your father and I thought the loss might toughen you up but it didn't and the fucking bitch just had to survive. When I heard she had lost her memories, I figured that was good enough. Not remembering her Javi was good enough." Lucas chuckles.

Javi closes his eyes, squeezing them together and when Lucas presses the gun harder into his skull, he knows he’s going to die. Covering his face with his hands he begs his cousin not to kill him. He doesn’t know anything about the CIA. “I didn’t know!” He shouts.

Lucas chuckles, amused by his cousin's distress. “I’ll tell you what, primo.” He hums. “You can choose. You can kill your precious Nic Cage, or you can watch me kill your girlfriend in front of you. For real this time.” He chuckles. “Bang! Right in the head.”

As terrible as it sounds, there’s no choice for Javi. He would die for you. He loves Nic Cage as his friend but you…he would kill everyone on earth for you if he had to. “Fine. I will kill Nic Cage.” He says, defeated, and Lucas lowers the gun.

“Good. Good. Now, go kill him and if you don’t…kiss your little girlfriend goodbye. Te amo, primo.” Lucas mocks, ruffling Javi’s hair before he walks out of the room, followed by his henchman. Javi begins to sob, covering his eyes, unable to believe he has to do this.

****

Javi drags his feet as he walks towards Nic, the gun seemingly weighing a ton at the small of his back. He tells himself he has to, that this is for you. Still his footsteps are slow and measured, taking longer than he normally would to reach the actor. “Javi.” Nic seems equally somber, matching Javi’s mood perfectly.

“Nic.” Javi stands there, wondering how to say goodbye to the man who has been a good friend to him.

Javi inhales deeply before he pulls his gun out from behind his back at the same time Nic pulls two guns out. “Are those my golden guns?” Javi tilts his head, looking down at them.

“They’re my golden guns.” Nic responds, his fingers flexing around them.

Javi shakes his head, “I don’t want to kill you.”

Nic chokes, “you’re the last person I want to kill.”

Javi lowers his gun, “I love you!” He says to his friend.

Nic lowers his weapons, “I love you!” He shouts back.

Javi surges forward to hug Nic, “I’m sorry man.”

Javi pulls away from Nic. “My cousin, he’s going to-“ Gunfire rings out and both men duck down, turning and seeing Lucas’s men with rifles in their hands and shooting at them. “He’s going to kill Estrella!” Javi shouts. “I have to get to her!”

You struggle against the men as they carry you and Nic's daughter towards the van. You kick and scream but it's no use. They have such a tight grip on you. "Get off of me, you bastard!" You hiss, confused about who the fuck these people are. Why are they taking you? Where are they taking you? "Javi!" You shout, hoping he can hear you despite knowing he's probably across the compound.

Javi ducks down and drags Nic along the wall of the villa. “We need to get out of here.” He shouts, flinching when the bullets splinter into the stone.

Javi and Nic manage to make it to the Jeep and Nic’s eyes widen when he sees Olivia and Gabriella. “Where’s Addy?” He asks, looking behind her.

Olivia shakes her head. “They’re gone Nic. They took her.” Nic hisses and Gabriella looks at Javi who seems to already know what she is gonna say. “I’m so sorry Javi. They took Estrella too.”

Javi feels tears sting in his eyes but he doesn’t have time to dwell on it as bullets start to fire. “Quick. Get in the Jeep. I know a place we can go.” Javi orders, urging everyone in and once they are inside, he slams his foot on the gas, his heart pounding in his chest. He can’t lose you again.

Javi drives away from the village. He had bought property on his own after your ‘death’. Needing a place to get away if things went sideways like they are now. He shakes his head as he pulls into the gates of the estate, stopping the jeep and pulling it closed behind him before he drives up to the house and parks. “I bought this place myself, my cousin doesn’t know about it.” He tells them as he guides them in, turning on lights. “A safe house.”

Liv shakes her head, “my daughter is missing. What the fuck! What the fuck is going on?” She yells, chest heaving as she looks between Nic and Javi.

“It is not their fault. Lucas…he controls the family business with Javi as the head. Javier does not run the family business, but when he steps out of line…Lucas makes sure he is put back in his place.” Gabriella feels bad for her boss, knowing how much heartache he has suffered.

“They tried to kill Estrella ten years ago.” Javi announces. “My father and Lucas, they are the reason she doesn’t remember me.” He says sadly before he looks over at Liv. “I am sorry, I just wanted Nic to repair his relationship with you and his daughter. I never would have brought you here if I had known what Lucas would do.”

Liv stares at him, “right. Where have they taken the girls?” She asks.

Nic bites his lip, “I might know someone who will know.” He quickly dials Vivian. “Vivan. I need to know where my daughter is. And we need backup. Lucas knows. It’s not Javi who’s in charge, it’s Lucas and he knows that the CIA is after him.”

Vivian pauses. “Are you sure, everything points to him.”

Nic nods even though she can’t see him. “Believe me, it's not him. They kidnapped his girlfriend too.”

“Damn.” Vivian huffs. “I’m going to send you a location, come immediately.”

The foursome get back into the Jeep, making their way to the location and Javi looks in shock at the state of the CIA safehouse. "Wow. They got to them too. Shit. Estrella and Addy...we cannot waste more time. I cannot lose her again." Javi pulls on his hair, a sob escaping his lips as he thinks about losing you again...for real.

Nic paces, trying to think of something. “There’s gotta be something we can do.” He ponders. “Your cousin. He has another house, yes?”

Javi nods, brightening up. “They would have taken them there! With the president's daughter.” Javi feels foolish that he was so blind to his cousin's plots, but he had honestly never wanted to have anything to do with the business.

“We need to go there then. The question is…how do we get in?” Liv asks.

Javi bites his lower lip, trying to figure out a plan. “The Italian mafia. The Don. He is supposed to be visiting and I am certain Lucas will invite him to the house to see the President’s daughter being kidnapped. A show of trust between them. You could impersonate him.” Javi suggests.

Gabriella shakes her head. “But he does not look like him.”

Liv smirks, “well you do have an award winning makeup artist here.” She points to herself.

“I’ll get what you need.” Gabriella announces.

****

Javi bites his lip, hiding near the entrance to Lucas’s estate and worrying that something will go wrong. It seems wrong, very wrong that he is relying on Nic to save you. “I have to get in there.” He tells Gabriella, turning and giving her a determined look before he picks up his gun. “I cannot sit here and let the love of my life die.”

You struggle against the binds, looking at Lucas as he mocks you. You had tried to escape but your aching ribs from where he kicked you remind you of what happens when you try to get away. "Poor little Estrella. Is your Javi going to come and save you? Fuck. You should've died on that cliff. I cut the damn brakes to make sure you did." Your eyes widen at that, the gag in your mouth stopping you from responding. "He was getting too soft. You indulged him in those stupid fucking movies. In his dreams. He should've been my right hand man. Instead, he's a pussy. I thought hearing you were dead would make him stop loving you but he still did. Pathetic." He spits.

Tears stream down your cheeks, wishing you could yell back at him. You know you're going to die. The gun in his hand displaying that inevitability, but you just wish you got a chance to tell Javi you love him, that you've fallen in love with him since the night of his party.

Javi sneaks into the lower portion of the estate undetected. A miracle since he is so nervous, but he has to do this. You deserve for him to rescue you. Pressing himself tight against the wall when someone rushes by, he hears them interrupt Lucas, a shout coming from the room where you might be held and all of them run out. Giving him the opportunity to make his way into the room.

You are shaking as Lucas aims the gun at your head, "I'm gonna do what I should've done ten years ago. You stupid fucking bi-" He's cut off by Javi rushing into the room. Nic's eyes widen and he pulls his gun out of his waistband, aiming it at Lucas.

"Liv. Take the girls." He orders, watching Lucas as he continues to aim the gun at you.

Javi points the gun at Lucas. “Don’t make me kill you.” He threatens, although he knows he might have to. He will do anything to keep you safe. “Estrella, get behind me.” You inch away from Lucas and tuck yourself behind his frame, his body shielding you from the crazy cousin of his before you hustle out with Nic and the other two.

You rush outside and Javi stops you so he can untie your hands after taking off the gag. You reach up to cup his cheeks, “you came for me.” You smile, and he nods, covering your hands with his, “always.”

The Jeep squeals to a stop, Nic and Liv in the front, the president’s daughter and Addy in the second row. “Come on. We need to fucking move. Love confessions can wait!” Nic yells and you fluster as you get into the back of the Jeep. Nic speeds away from the villa and you look back to see several cars racing towards you.

Javi watches the range rovers barrel behind them, even as good a driver as Nic is, he won’t be able to outrun them for long. “You need to get to the embassy!” He shouts after they have turned down a road and managed to get in front of them for a head start. “Stop!” He orders Nic. “I’ll distract them! Give you time to escape!”

You reach out to grab Javi’s hands. “You can’t do it Javi. He will kill you.” Nic shakes his head, looking in the rear view mirror. “You can’t go, Jav. We can outrun them.” He says and Javi shakes his head.

“You won’t outrun them and I’ve been running from my cousin for long enough. It’s time I stood up to him. Stop and let me get out.” He orders. Nic reluctantly stops and Javi opens the back door.

“I’m going with you.” You tell him, grabbing the assault rifle that was hidden in the back.

“No.” Javi shakes his head.

“I won’t leave you Javi. Not again.” You look into those brown eyes and he nods, helping you out of the Jeep. Tires squeal in the distance and Javi shuts the back door.

“Go! Go! Go!” He orders, reaching into his waistband for the golden guns. You raise your own weapon, looking over at him before you focus on Lucas. Firing at the SUVs speeding towards you.

Javi’s focus narrows, aiming for the tires of the SUV and when one blows, the car flips, taking out the two henchmen inside. Behind it, Lucas’s SUV roars around it and Javi can see the grin on his cousin’s face. Part of him wants to falter, to not hurt him, but he squashes that. Lucas had hurt you and he would make sure he would never do it again. He fires at his cousin and cries out, being propelled backwards when a bullet from his cousin hits him in the shoulder.

“Javi!” You shout,

“I’m okay!” He promises, aiming for the SUV. He clenches his jaw, raising his guns again. “Hijo de puta.” He hisses, firing at Lucas’s car again. He fires at the tires, popping two and the SUV goes flying past you. You turn to look at Javi, his chest heaving, and you surge forward to press your lips to his.

Javi’s eyes blow wide before he reaches up with his good arm and cups your cheek. Unable to believe that you are kissing him, he doesn’t waste it. Keeping his mouth fused with yours for as long as you will let him. Until you are crying out, breaking the kiss and grimacing like you are experiencing the worst pain of your life. Your headaches. He hopes that you remember something but he’s concerned. “Estrella!”

Your head throbs and you stumble away from him. Memories flood your mind from being a young child moving to Mallorca, meeting Javi at six years old and your years together. Eventually the throbbing subsides and you stand up, staring at him. “You- you told me you didn’t love me.” You flinch, moving back from him, unable to believe that he said that. That’s what caused you to drive and crash.

His eyes widen, ecstatic that you remember him, although he hates that you are upset at him. “Yes.” He admits softly. “I was trying to protect you from my family. And I didn’t succeed.” He hangs his head and bites his lip. “I’m so sorry Estrella. I- I died a little when I was told you were gone.”

You swallow, knowing that this has all been in your mind again, he doesn’t love you. Even now. Tears sting in your eyes, “you were trying to protect me.” You repeat and he nods, wanting to reach for you. “But- but you don’t love me?” You choke, needing to know for real.

“Estrella…” Javi takes a deep breath, aware that you could be angry enough to reject him, but he’s always regretted not telling you how he feels. Even if you walk away, he wants you to do it with the truth. “My love for you is greater than the stars in the sky.” He confesses. “You are my heart and soul. Even when I thought you were gone.” He swallows and looks into your eyes, his own feeling clear in the way that he starts to tear up. “I love you with every breath I take and always have.”

You exhale shakily, looking into those beautiful eyes that have haunted your dreams since arriving back at the compound, and you surge forward again. Tangling your fingers in his hair to drag his lips down to yours. “I love you so much. I love you. I love you. Te amo, Javi.” You whisper between pecks.

“Te amo, Estrella. Te amo.” Javi practically sobs the words, so damn grateful that he gets to kiss you, that you forgive him. He kisses you back, forgetting that he’s been shot until he tries to wrap that arm around you. Hissing against your lips in pain.

You pull back, “you’re injured, baby. We need to get you looked at. Come on. Lucas is gone. He’s gone.” You promise, grabbing Javier’s hand to guide him away from the road. “Let’s get you looked at.” You say, squeezing his hand as you walk down the road.

Javi nods, knowing the two of you need to get away from the area. If Lucas didn’t catch Nic, he would be coming back to make Javi suffer. “We can go to my safe house.” He tells you. “It’s secure and best of all, Lucas doesn’t know about it.” He huffs, squeezing your hand. “I’m so sorry, Estrella. I regretted lying to you immediately. I thought I was protecting you.”

"I understand. I- I mean, it fucking hurt. You ripped my heart out but...I understand. Javi. Lucas - he - he fucking cut the brakes on my car. Who knows what he would've done to break us apart. I understand why you did that now." You promise, guiding him along the road. "All that matters now is we have each other...and I have my memories back." You lift your joined hands to kiss the back of his.

“I will make it up to you.” Javi promises, stopping on the road and turning to you. Leaning in to press his lips to yours again. Thrilled that he’s kissing you, something he thought would never happen. “Show you how much I love you. I -“ He chuckles and shakes his head. “I love you.”

You are quick to get back to Javi's safehouse. "Do you have a first aid kit?" You ask. He nods and tells you it's in the kitchen. You quickly find it and rush back over to him, opening the kit. "You, uh, I need you to take your shirt off." You fluster. Ridiculous when you've seen him shirtless so many times while swimming or on the beach. This is different though. You're both grown up and you are in love. The attraction you felt towards him from the night of his party has exploded into a burning ball of lust that keeps blazing in your stomach.

He pulls off his shirt gingerly, hissing slightly. The bullet went through his shoulder so he doesn’t have to worry about you digging it out. He bites his lip, wondering if it’s just the after effects of the near death experience that has him wanting to strip you down and forget about everything but exploring every inch of your skin. “Sorry.” He murmurs when he flinches slightly. “Tender.”

"You nod in understanding, getting the antiseptic cream. "Sit down." You order and he sits on the sofa. "The good thing is it's gone through so I will clean it and bandage it up but you need proper care once we are safe." You tell him, dabbing his shoulder to clean the blood before coating it with antiseptic cream. "The good thing is your dear cousin doesn't like big guns so it's only small." You say, focusing on treating him and ignoring those dark brown eyes looking at you. You slather some Vaseline over the wounds before bandaging them up. "There. That will do for now." You tell him, cupping his cheeks as you look down at him. "I love you Javi. God, I don't think I will ever get tired of saying that to you. I love you." You whisper, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

The air around you changes and Javi doesn't even think before he is reaching for you. Pulling you down onto his lap and holding onto your waist as you straddle him. “I love you, mi amor.” He promises, closing his eyes in pleasure at the feeling of you on top of him. “I-” He stops and licks his lips, opening his eyes and looking into yours. “Let me show you?” He asks softly.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you nod, leaning forward to tentatively press your lips to his. Your hands caressing his arms, mindful of his injury, and he deepens the kiss. You moan into his mouth, shifting to get even closer to him, and you open your mouth to grant him access.

Groaning, he slides his tongue into your mouth to caress yours. Wrapping his good arm around you so he can start to rock you on the growing erection, twitching underneath you when you start moving with him. “Dreamed of this so often.” He admits quietly. He’s been with women, appreciated them and hopefully made them feel good, but he had always wanted you. “Touching you. Making you feel good.” His other hand slides up, caressing your waist and continuing up to squeezing your breast over your shirt.

"Me too. You know, before. I realized I was in love with you when I was eighteen. Always imagined you being my first but...it didn't happen that way. Doesn't matter. We are here now." You say when you see the sadness in his eyes. You grind down onto him, reaching for the hem of your shirt, dirty and stained from being held captive and dragged around. You pull it over your head, exposing your chest, and you look into his eyes as you unclasp your bra, taking off it swiftly.

Javi inhales sharply, eyes sliding down to look at your tits and placing his hand back on your breast to cup it. Palming one while he ducks his head down and starts to kiss down your chest. Placing a kiss on the top of your breast before he wraps his lips around the nipple. Groaning when you whine and thread your fingers through his hair. He had imagined taking your virginity so many years ago, although he would never hold finding pleasure in the years you’ve been apart against you. “Hermosa.” He murmurs with your nipple in his mouth, looking up at you.

You inhale sharply, looking into those dark eyes that are staring at you with adoration and devotion. "Hopefully, you'll be my last." You murmur, running your fingers through his locks. You gently push him away, standing up from the sofa to unbutton your jeans, pushing them down after kicking off your shoes, and you kneel down in front of him. His wide eyes make you chuckle as you reach for his belt to unbuckle it.

“I- you don’t have to- to do that.” He murmurs softly, shivering when you tug on his pants to get the buckle loose and rip it open eagerly to unbutton the khakis he is wearing. “I- Estrella-” He breathes out, straining against the boxers that he is wearing. He doesn’t want you to feel obligated, this is supposed to be about making you feel good, not him. Groaning, his head falls back onto the sofa when you cup him through the material.

You look up at him before you tug on his boxers. “I want to. Do you have any idea how many times I have thought of doing this?“ He shakes his head as you pull his boxers off of his legs to expose his throbbing, hard cock. “Every fucking day since I was 16, minus the time I forgot about you.“ You reach out to wrap your fingers around his cock, groaning at how thick he is. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve wondered what this looks like when you wear those fucking speedos?” You coo, slowly pulling down the foreskin so you can rub your thumb over the head, picking up the drop of pre-cum before pumping his cock.

“Fuck.” He hisses, trying not to react but his dick jumps in your hand. “So wrong what I wanted to do to you when you were 16.” He confesses, looking down at you. “Knew it was wrong, that’s why I didn’t.” He had been very cognizant of the age difference between the two of you. Never acting on the thoughts that had pushed into his mind when you had slowly turned into a full blown woman in front of him.

“Why do you think I had such skimpy bikinis the summer I was 17? Just wanted you to notice me. But I have your attention now?“ You lean forward to wrap your lips around the head of his cock. Your eyes watching his until they flutter closed as you take him deeper into your mouth, the salty taste of his pre cum is hitting your tongue as you slide your hand lower to the base of his cock.

“Oh shit.” He whines the curse and reaches down to caress your jaw, feeling it stretch wide while you take him down your throat. “Oh fuck, Estrella.” He pants out, unable to believe this is happening. “Believe me, you had my attention then.” He promises. “W-wanted to pull off your bottoms and lick your pussy.” Javi doesn’t normally talk dirty, but you inspire it, thinking about every sexy scene in movies where men have made the women whine with their words. Especially because it’s true.

You moan around his girth, taking him deeper, and you caress his chest with your free hand. Sliding your mouth down to lick his balls while your hand pumps him. “God, Javi.” You whimper, sliding your tongue along the underside of his cock. You can’t stand not touching more of him. Deciding to straddle his thighs, his cock pressing against your stomach and you grind against him as you continue pumping his cock, twisting your wrist while you surge forward to press your lips to his.

Javi moans, pulling you close and rocking up against your panties covering your pussy. He can feel the heat and wetness, wanting to push them aside and bury himself inside you. Instead he reaches down and slides his hand into them, fingers delving through the neatly trimmed hair above your puffy lip and sliding between them to start rubbing your clit. “Fuck.” He hisses into your mouth, feeling how wet you are. “So beautiful.”

You gasp, unable to resist grinding down onto his fingers as he rubs “Oh fuck.“ You moan and lean forward to kiss your neck . You slump forward against his chest, giving him more access to your cunt. “Please Javi. I need you inside of me.” You plead, reaching for his hand.

He allows you to drag his hand out of your panties, watching as you climb off him again and pull them down so you can kick them off. His hand wraps around his cock while you are standing in front of him, slowly squeezing and pumping his cock while the woman of his dreams stands in front of him. “I love you.” He promises, “I’m clean and haven’t- it’s been awhile.” He confesses, blushing slightly. “I don’t have condoms here with me.”

You bite your lip, “I’m not on anything. It’s been a while for me too. I need you though. What about - you can pull out?” You ask and he nods rapidly. You waste no time in straddling him again, reaching down to grip his cock and position himself at your entrance. You lock your eyes with his as you sink down onto his cock.

You steal his breath away. Making it catch and slide out in a groan as the heat of your body surrounds him. His fingers on your hips tightening and his face morphing into one of complete bliss while you lower yourself onto him. Whispering your name and twitching inside you when your ass is pressed against his thighs and he can feel the back wall of your cunt nestled cozily against the head of his cock. “Oh fuck, I love you.” He breathes out, pressing his lips to yours.

You are mindful of his injured shoulder as you cling to him. “Love you too. So- so much. El amor de mi vida.” You whisper, starting to rock on top of him. A whine escapes your lips as his cock moves inside of you. He’s so thick. It takes your breath away that you’re so full up but that could be the fact that it’s Javi. “God. I love you. I love you.” You pant, starting to rock your hips a little harder. Reluctant for his cock to leave your body as you grind on top of him.

He watches, unable to look away from the vision of you riding him. The fantasies of youth melded with the reality of now making him moan and whine while his hips rock up. “Mi amor, mi estrella.” He pants out. “I love you, only you, always you.” He promises, panting out the words while his entire body lights up in pleasure.

You rock on top of him, pressing your forehead against his as you look into his eyes, unable to look away. "baby. Oh shit. Baby." You whimper, rocking your hips as you grip his upper arms, careful of his wound. "Jav. Fuck. I need- you need to take over." You tell him, your thighs burning.

Javi nods, shifting and moving you onto your back. Laying you down on the sofa and bracing his weight above you with his good arm. “Fuck.” He groans, rolling his hips and thrusting into you smoothly. “This way- this way I can p-pull out.” He groans, loving how tightly you grip him.

You look up at him, your heart thumping in your chest as he rocks into you. He's deep and you love the way little grunts are coming out of his mouth. "So beautiful." You moan, cupping his cheek as you caress his lower back with your other hand. "My Javi." You murmur, a lazy smile on your face as he rolls his hips.

He groans, loving the possessiveness in your tone. You feel incredible, tight and hot and it’s you. He’s nearly overwhelmed and it’s only a dozen more thrusts before his face is twisting in pleasure. “Shit, I- fuck-“ he quickly pulls out of you, his cock throbbing as ropes of his cum paints your stomach. “Sorry.” He groans, wishing he had lasted longer.

You don't care that he came, just entranced at the sight of it. You love the way his chest heaves and the flush on his cheeks as he kneels between your legs, his cock in his hand as he looks down at you. You can't help but reach down to swipe your finger through his cum, licking it off of your digit with a hum.

Javi huffs, leaning up and kissing your chin before he starts shuffling down your body. Propping your legs up on his shoulder and sliding his tongue through your folds.

"Fuck!" You cry out, not expecting him to do that, and you reach down to tangle your fingers in his locks. "Shit. Oh - oh wow. You're good at that." You pant, tilting your head to look at him as his tongue flicks over your clit. "God, you are - that's good." You moan, rocking your hips up to meet his tongue.

He loves your praise, groaning and making sure to flick his tongue over your clit again. Gripping your hips and pulling you towards his mouth. Wanting you to cum. Needing you to. He wants to make you feel as good as he did. Dark eyes look up at you and he sucks your clit into his mouth.

"Fingers. Need your fingers, amor." You plead and he follows your order, pushing two fingers into you. You whine, rocking your hips up. "Fuck. That's it baby." You moan, your walls fluttering around his digits. "Oh God. Gonna make me cum." You pant, gripping his hair and the edge of the sofa.

He groans, silently pleading for you to do it. He wants to see you come apart for him. Loving how you tug on his hair. He sucks harder and is rewarded by you gasping out his name and your thighs tightening around his head.

"Oh oh OH!" You squeal, clamping down on his fingers as you cum, nearly pulling out his locks as you soak his digits. Your back arches as your heel digs into his uninjured shoulder. Your eyes are closed as you throw your head back, body shaking from your orgasm.

Javi’s tongue gets softer, laving over your clit gently as he works you through your orgasm. Loving how you sigh and moan quietly while you shake. Winding you down until he is just resting his chin on your mound and looking up at you. “Good, amor?”

You smile, a giggle escaping your lips as you reach for him to pull you up from between your thighs. "So good. So damn good, baby. God, I love you." You nudge your nose against his as he hovers over you, pressing your lips to his several times. "I don't know if I'll ever get sick of saying that." You sigh against his jaw.

“Don’t.” He begs softly, smiling down at you. “Don’t ever get sick of saying it because I want to hear it for the rest of our lives.” He murmurs, kissing you again. “We’re gonna be good, baby. We will make sure we have a future that is away from all this.” He promises.

"I can't wait. I want to be yours. I want to be beside you every day until I die. I am yours. Always yours and you will do amazing things so I will always be proud to be yours." You tell him, knowing he can do what he wants to do, achieve his dreams.

****

Javi spots Nic and squeezes your hand before letting it go and rushes over to his friend. “Nic!” He calls out, watching the actor turn towards him and smile. They had been able to write their script after all, a story of yours and Javi’s love, added in the background of Nic’s redemption movie. If the applause was anything to go by, it was a success. “How was it?” He asks, anxious to hear.

“You didn’t watch it?” Nic demands, making Javi shrug.

“I was too nervous.” He admits, turning back to look at you and motions you over from where you had been slowly following behind him.

You had joined Javi in the lobby, unable to watch yourself on screen. You’d been cast in the movie to play the love interest. At first you protested, not wanting to be cast because of Javi, but the producers loved your audition so now you can officially say you’re a Hollywood actor. “And you too?” Nic asks, raising his eyebrows.

“Javi was nervous so I decided to, uh, distract him.” You confess, patting down your hair, and Javi blushes. Nic just chuckles, happy to see you both together, happy to see Javi is happy.

“Well I’m glad that things seem to be going well.” Nic tells you both, eager to leave.

“You are not going to the after parties?” Javi frowns in confusion and Nic shakes his head, giving his friend a soft smile.

“I have somewhere to be.” He tell him. “But you two go, live it up.” He looks at you with a wink. “They are talking about Best Supporting Actress for you already. So get ready to be busy.” He promises.

Your eyes widen and Javi grins, “I told you you were incredible.” He leans down to kiss your forehead. “Vanity Fair wants an interview.” Javi announces and Nic pats his shoulder.

“Go enjoy yourself Jav.” He orders, pulling him in for a hug. You hug Nic next and he leaves after bidding you goodbye. After leaving Mallorca, Lucas was arrested thanks to an “anonymous tip” and the compound was seized by the policía but not before Javi managed to move his memorabilia. You both moved to L.A to film the movie, a new start for you in a new country.

“Come on Estrella, I want the world to know about my beautiful wife.” Javi says, taking your hand in his and kissing the back of it, his lips brushing your rings. Oh, and you also married the love of your life, Javi. Your life might seem like a crazy movie script but in the end, you got your happy ending.

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