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halevren · 4 months

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FHJY Spoilers || my live thoughts as I watch episode 2

HIII INTREPID HEROES!!!!!

I'm so excited for this episode guys what if we see ayda finally 🥹🥹🥹

I was watching Candela Obscura Needle And Thread earlier today and it's so beautiful to see Brennan have such a large range. From dirty traumatized soldier to GM is lovely. Miss the accent tho

"Yeah that's cool and casual" ringed mage hand is awesome

it only took 5 1/2 years to learn the game (it would probably take me longer)

THEY HAVE A MINI FOR EVERYTHING?!???! RINGED MAGE HAND MINI!!!!!

CUTTING WORDS 🔥🔥

TWO ONES DIVINATION ROLLS FOR THE WIN

Panicked his way into a rage I love grogug

THE NIGHT YORB IS BLOODIED!!!!

"Would you be interested in healing us?" Asking the cleric that is unbelievably funny

healing the van. did Kristen do repairs inside for the healing ward? I like the idea of mechanic Kristen for funsies

"I can name 10 monsters right now" just like how he can name 10 birds

Adaine going down twice sucks, my girl 😭😭😭

if they don't catch adaine I'll cry

FIG CAUGHT HER THANK GOD

ARMOR OF AYDA??!?!?!?? AYDA MENTION SHES WEARING HER GIRLFRIEND'S ARMOR OH MY GOD FIGAYDA

"My girlfriend says hello" HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII AYDA 😭😭😭

thinking about ayda kept her concentration 🔥

Duggan intervention need

bad roll murph back with a 2

The Beans Are Due

Chaos at the table over beans

FOUR ON THE BEANS 🔥🔥🔥🔥

another 2 roll..... murph..........

oh no. Fabian is getting out of the car again... last time this happened he got hurt and ended up under the car

STOP FLIRTING WITH THE MIRROR IN FRONT OF RIZ PLS

"There's nothing I can do it's the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯" Brennan my friend you are the rules

HE GOT A NAT ONE AGAIN. HE SHOULD'VE STAYED ONE VAN

absolutely tossed the dice by ally

"I'm always rooting for you" fabians gonna die

5D10?!?!? AND MURPH HAS TO ROLL?!?!??!!! THE MAN WHO GOT 45 OUT OF 50 ON HIS LAST 5D10 ROLL

oh thank god bad roller murph back. 22 damage

2/3 turns under the van is insane. And he just needed a TWO BOTH TIMES

Fabian isn't having a great junior year

My face hurts from giggling

Lou is so low spirits after the second time under the van. Understandable

i need some Fabian fanart where he just has rug burn on both sides of his face

Fabian not getting his kisses in and got ran over twice embarrassing

what if this is a total party wipe after the night yorb attack and Riz is just. alone. in the wheel well

NOOOOOOOOO BOGGGGGYYYYYY

did ally just get a one on concentration

TWO NAT ONES?!? AND FIG GOT THROWN OFF

murph giggling over Ally's saves being empty is so cute

this isn't good

ECAC DEAD AND BOGGY DEAD AND BABY DEAD EVERYONE IS GONE

we might need divine intervention Kristen......

oh no. oh no. Fabian is down. oh no. adaine down oh no fig is down oh no oh no

oh no.

DUGGAN IS SO COOL!!!!

fifteen or higher murph. you got this murph. come on murph come on

6................................

"The car flipping would be very bad" murph....

FLIP THE VAN 🔥🔥

i hope that van survives

KRISTEN IS DOWN?!??! NOOOO

NIGHT YORB IS BLOODIED 🔥🔥🔥

second dice thrown people being sued

Gorgug you've got this I love you

nat 20 come on

oh no. 8

NAT ONE FOR THE NIGHT YORB

"Just don't roll a one" oh no I'm going to throw up

fig you god this

NAT 20 BABYYYYYYYYYY

Gorgug. You are the greatest wizard of this age

I can't stop giggling this is so good

NIGHT YORB DEFEATED

RIP DUGGAN

2 hours left do you guys think we will see ayda I miss her

KRISTEN BACK UP

adaine please don't Perma die

MOGGY ATTACK CRIT

GORGUG CRIT

Holy shit Moggy.... That was brutal...

Push up to get up I like this new Kristen

GET UNDER THAT HOOD A LITTLE BIT. MECHANIC KRISTEN

THE BALL 🔥🔥🔥

"Is Kristen mad at me?" Cassanda.... Honey.....

Photosynthesis is back, baby!!!

"I stab him a few times just to try and feel something" oh fabian....

YAS-MAG

"Riz, we're tired" oh gorgug...

FIRE BALLLL

ripping ass fr

LOVE WINSSSS

DOUBLE CRIT GORGUG 🔥🔥

I think this is the most I've seen Murph laugh and literally cry

I love this season already I think it's my favorite already

"I think it's meaningful in your friendship with Fabian"

So tactical, so late. I really do need that on a shirt

"What do I add to 'crush with motorcycle' "

Fabian is so unlucky with love. No kisses for him

WHO IS THE PATRON FOR FIG?!??!??

SQUEEM

Balthazar is all around us.

Photosynthe-kids

"That little... Handle?"

THE DRY GUYS

"Just because I don't trust you" I wouldn't trust Brennan either after what happened 😭

BACK IN ELMVILLE WILL WE SEE AYDA?!?!!!?!?

cottage cheese a la mode

AN IN AND OUT DEAL

HEY GIRLIE HEYYYY GIRLIE

GILEARRRRRRRR

omg is the fortune cruise thing for Gilear part of the Fig deal omg

OH MY GODDDD GILEAR PROPOSED OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

oh Fabian is absolutely going to have parties. MORE CRAB PARTIES!!!!!!!! CRAB KING

For a couple months or a year 😭😭

GILEAR BECOMING LUCKY

Fabian having to roll to remember where the fridge and glasses are is so goddamn funny

LAWYER SKLONDA

omg I have the same hair cut as sklonda

ohhhhh Riz....... He just wants everyone to stay together.... oh honey....

aguefort academy extracurriculars.... please can we have bowler Riz. Just for me. No other reason. FOR ME.

"You do everything for other people, and I want to make sure you don't get your hear broken." sklonda.....

MAKING A BOARD BABE

THE THISTLESRPINGS!!!!!

ZELDA'S DAD BROUGHT A BOX OF HIS STUFF BY???????? ZELDA AND GORGUG BROKE UP?!??!?!! RIP

CHRONOMANCY IS THE MOST IMPORTANT MAGIC

BED BREAKS GORGUG OUT

MORDRED MANOR... WILL WE SEE AYDA?!?!?!??!?!??!!!!!?!?

RAGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

SANDRA LYNNNN

where ayda. where ayda. where ayda aguefort

SQUEEEEEEEEEMMMMM!!!!!!!!!

"You're both dangerously close to being expelled" JAWBONEEEE

"It's a very bard thing" I will use that excuse for everything

I really relate to Kristen because I also had trouble finishing things in school

A sick year 🔥🔥🔥

oh my fucking god Arthur is having daddy daughter bonding time does this mean we won't see ayda oh my god oh my god

NEW AYDA ART OH MY GOD

"with the help of my beloved Paramour, Figueroth Faeth" UGLY CRYING RN

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AYDA IS GONE WHYYYY

"Our fucking romance is so fucking epic" I love them. I want to experience a love like they have

Balthazar (parody of "how bizarre")

tracker wants to get in touch....trackerbees...

OH MY GOD AELWYN BECAME A TEACHER???? AND HER ART HAS SO MANY CATS?????? CAT LADY AELWYN????

aelwyn put a protection around adaine 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 UGLY CRYING

her stomach gurgles painfully????!?!?!?!!?

"Do you if acid reflux can be a curse?" Yes. It is a curse (I am a person who had bad acid reflux and have to take medicine for it daily or else I will hate my existence)

Oh my god. Oh my god. Is Fig changing into Gilear? Oh my god did she and Gilear change lucks? Oh my god

NOOOOO NOT THE FISHNET

"No. It's better this way." "How?" 😭😭

"KRISTEN'S EX" TRACKERBEES IS OFFICIALLY OVER 😭😭😭

Buff Kristen is the after effect of the trackerbees breakup. Baby's first lesbian breakup fr

SOMETHING JUST HURT HER????

I HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER WEEK 😭😭😭😭😭😭

wait Porter is kinda hot

thanks for listening. if you read all of this I love you and will give you a nice strong hug

#fantasy high junior year spoilers #d20 #dimension 20 #fantasy high #d20 fantasy high #dimension 20 fantasy high #fantasy high junior year

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d20-brainrot · 8 months

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get ready for some d20 asks bestie

favourite season

favourite pc

favourite npc

LEAST fav season/pc/npc

a line that you like

a funny bit that makes you laugh

saddest/most heartwrenching moment that makes you sad every time

best character arc in your opinion

which of the newly announced seasons are you most excited for?

who would you like to see on d20 for the first time or to return?

who would you like to see DM on d20?

a mini that you like

a battle set that you like

something you hope comes back for another season

a season you wish people would watch more

ooh i love this!!!

favorite season: definitely starstruck odyssey or neverafter. they are just both so fun, and everyone is having a good time. plus i like a little horror y'know?

fav pc: ylfa!!! she's just like me for real. no but seriously, she is a child growing up into a body she doesn't fully understand, and thinks that how she feels makes her irredeemable. little el is shaking in their boots right now. i also love lapin. he's deadpan but he does the right thing. plus i just loved how zac played him, it was wonderful

fav npc: esther sinclair is my shit!!!! i love her sm, she is a fierce warrior and i love that about her! also AYDA AGUEFORT IS THE BEST!!! just her and fig are adorable, her being besties with adaine, her calling gorgug the finest wizard ever, just beautiful!!

least fav season/pc/npc: i hate biz glitterdew with every ounce of my being. just the "nice guy" energy radiating from him makes me sick. like i had dudes like that interact with me in middle and high school, and they creeped me the fuck out.

a line i like: "i'm the prince of shoeberg, motherfucker!!!" is a great line and it makes me giggle every time i hear it. a very impactful line for me is "you listen to me right here. having panic attacks, that is not a character flaw, do you understand? you are not a coward. you have a goddamn medical condition, all right?" like that makes me want to sob. i watched this season right around the time that i got diagnosed with severe general anxiety and social anxiety, and it hit me that i am not flawed, i just needed some help.

funny bit that makes you laugh: god just the fact that murph cannot for the life of him roll well is hilarious. i also love the hairy baby dance! like the fact that it came back in an adventuring party for starstruck was fucking great.

saddest moment: god when jet is talking to liam and tells him to tell ruby that she did the right thing, and then the light goes out of the locket of the sweetest heart. gut-wrenching dude. or when they're in the nightmare forest, and brennan is talking about how ayda loves fig because she was kind to her, and that she sees her for who she really is. that always makes me tear up dude.

best character arc: dude ragh for sure! like him going from being a bully, to everyone realizing it was because he was getting harassed by his best friend/the guy that he had loved for years? god what a good storyline. or kugrash, sacrificing himself for everyone by eating the bagel?? killer moment.

fav newly announced season: wasn't there one about them blowing up or something? what the actual fuck does that mean mr. mulligan and mr. reich? huh???

who would you like to see on d20 return or for the first time: alex song-xia needs to come back. no ifs, ands, or buts about it! they were wonderful, and i loved how they played conrad. if they don't come back, i will lose my mind.

who would you like to see dm: murph should dm! he's amazing on naddpod (even though i'm only on the very first campaign) and i would love to see his work in the dome. it would be absolutely amazing!!!!

mini you like: preston was so tiny and so cute! i also loved sprinkle, for the same reason. the fact that it literally was just a sprinkle as a mini was great and i loved every second of it

battle set you liked: the battle with the terrible dogfish!! the fact that it came from like the top of the dome????? absolutely astounding. rick perry truly works wonders with minis.

something you hope comes back: ooh, that's a tough one. i did really like the moving part of mentopolis, the little pressure meter thingy. i did also love in acofaf that they got little trinkets! i love a good trinket!!

everyone needs to watch escape from the bloodkeep!!! i love it so so so much, and it has some amazing characters, some amazing minis, great players, and it's dimension 20 history y'all!!

#i love you thank you for this!#bestie lj <3 #asks #dimension 20 #dropout #fantasy high #mentopolis #d20 #dimension 20 neverafter

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localduffyx · 8 months

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LIKE I NEVER…

masterlist

pairing : Kirby Reed X GN!Reader

song : Heartbroken by Jessie Murph, Diplo, and Polo G

Y/N POV

Used to pray for a rain just to stay inside

You wouldn't believe it

Every move that I made, I was terrified

After every road I took had a bitter end

I just couldn't see it

I convinced myself tryna trust again

i sat in the hospital waiting room, replaying what happened..

“Kirby!” i yelled watching Ethan stab Kirby, in the same place Charlie stabbed her back in 2011.

Would be like tryna make a river goin' upstream

Tryna make a mountain into a valley

That's what your love does to me

You make me feel

“Y/n?” a doctor asks, making me look up at him. “is Kirby gonna be okay?” i ask, and the doctor nods. i smiled and walk in by Kirby, seeing her watching TV. “i thought i lost you again.” i say, making kirby look at me,

Like I never had my heart broken

Like I never saw a door closin'

Like I never watched love run away on fire

In the night like a pack of wild horses

Like I never felt the tears rolling

Like I never said here's hoping

I could find me someone who's good at being real

Who could make me feel wide open

Like I never had my heart

Broken, broke-broke-en

Bro-bro-broken-en-en ('cause, you make me, you make me)

Broken-en-en-en-en

Bro-bro-broken-en-en ('cause, you make me, you make me)

“you will never lose me.” kirby says making me smile a bit, “i have something to tell you.” i start, kirby sitting up, “i—“ i was cut off by Sam walking in, “Hey sam.” Kirby says, and Sam gives a soft smile. maybe i shouldn’t tell her how i feel..

Feel like I never been too much to handle

Roll the dice, you know love is a gamble

Feel like I always had to pour, it's how life moves

Lost fire in yo' heart, I'm tryna re-light that candle

My Cinderella, no questionin', this shit forever

Pain in written letters, sheddin' tears while we sit together

Forget the pressure, know our love hard, I'm sick of lectures

Stuck in rain storms, I could get used to this different weather

Broken pieces, that was all I had

Girl, I promise, now you all I got

“Y/N you okay?” sam asks, “m’fine. i’m going to go check on chad and Mindy.” i say before walking out the room, towards mindy’s room.

Like I never had my heart broken

Like I never saw a door closin'

Like I never watched love run away on fire

In the night like a pack of wild horses

Like I never felt the tears rolling

Like I never said here's hoping

I could find me someone who's good at being real

Who could make me feel wide open

Like I never had my heart

Broken, broke-broke-broke

Bro-bro-broken ('cause, you make me, you make me)

Broken, broke-broke-en

Bro-bro-broken

i knock on the door, before walking in, “Y/n!” Mindy says clearly high, “Did you tell her?” Mindy asks, “no, i feel like i would ruin our friendship. i mean we’ve been friends since middle school.” i say, mindy frowning slightly, “i understand, but what if she feels the same way?” mindy says. “maybe you’re right.” i said, mindy smiling, “i usually am.” mindy said, making me laugh slightly.

Like I never had my heart broken (like I, like I never)

Like I never saw a door closin'

Like I never watched love run away on fire

In the night like a pack of wild horses

Like I never felt the tears rolling

Like I never said here's hoping

I could find me someone who's good at being real

Who could make me feel wide open

Like I never had my heart

WEEKS LATER..

i was sitting on the couch in my apartment, watching tv. Knocking on the door made me confused, as i got up. i opened the door seeing kirby. “Hey,” i say softly, “What did you want to tell me back at the hospital?” kirby asks. i take a deep breath, “since middle school, i had feelings for you. i ignored them since i didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” i start, Kirby looking at me, “And now here we are.” i finished, kirby shocked. “You have feelings for…me..?” i nod, as kirby smiles, before kissing me. i didn’t hesitate to kiss her back.

Broken, broke-broke-broke

Bro-bro-broken-en-en (never had-had my)

Broken-en-en-en-en

Bro-bro-broken-en-en-en-en

#scream movies #kirby reed #kirby reed x reader #scream 4 #scre4m #scream movie #scream 6 x reader #scream vi #scream vi x reader #scream 4 x reader #scre4m x reader #scream 6 spoilers #jessie murph #Spotify

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unsleepingtales · 3 months

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We’re back! It’s folk fair time!

Get got!!

Oh sick you get a salad with the lobster bisque?

I fully forgot Fabian was proficient in glassblowing

Ooooooof

They’re all so good at this game. And so deeply in it.

Awwww riz has a board in Adaine’s tower now

Oh please tell me he’s using a wild magic table to decide what happens from Fig’s bardic

WHAT

This is horrifying

We’ve talked so much about the quangle I forgot that they’ve barely acknowledged it in the show

That was shrimp vibes for sure

Murph’s incredulous ‘oh good’

Siobhan <3

Dome!!

The cubby’s house is so fun

Brennan letting his folk fair roots shine

Yeah I was thinking about that and I didn’t have the chance to make a coherent post but. Why is my clerical gnomance performing at the folk festival.

That drum circle thing is exactly some folk fair shit. Idk how many other folk fair kids follow me or watch d20 but I need to make sure everyone who was not a folk fair kid knows how Eerily Accurate this is.

Definitely swingers.

This reminds me soooo much of the arts festival I go to every summer lmao

Cassandra was married??

Hello??

Whoooo did Cassandra marry??

Cassandra being married to or engaged to Sol or Helio would be wildddd. And would kind of say something about why Kristen is so connected to them.

Like. Kristen was the chosen of Helio. If Helio and Cassandra were married, and Kristen left Helio, then Kristen going and becoming the prophet of Cassandra would be a weird roundabout return? Or deeper betrayal if they weren’t happy?

Dust mites suck

One thing about Brennan is he loves a magical axiom.

Ok so living gods can’t talk about dead gods to mortals

That’s fucked up!

Hee hee hee!

Kristen wants to get coffee with her parents?

Buckyyyyy

Kristen is just having visions now I guess

Shatter stars??? Are those the same things???

That was uncalled for

Yeah no I get that it was a bit but that really is crossing a boundary. Lines are weird and wobbly around the family situation and the band but that just felt weird.

Holy shit?? That’s sick??

Oooh look at the fairy lights

That’s a folk festival baby!

Kristen’s original tie dye look would actually probably be very fitting

OOP

What are you ON about

Zac is bordering on real world annoyed

You’re literally not

I hate it I hate it SO MUCH

WHY ARE THEY PLAYING THE FOLK FESTIVAL

STOP IT PLEASEEEEEE

You’re not the cops!!

WHAT

YOU CAN’T DISINTEGRATE A STUDENT????

Fabian whyyy

Why does he get lair actions??? This is gorgug’s house!!

You have no fucking jurisdiction here man

Fucking creepy as shit

Horrifying!!!!!!!!

This is how the audience finds out Lou has had sex before. Ok.

Gorgug puts his goggles on. I do not see it.

WHAT???

We been knew this babes

Somehow I think grix did not want this.

One thing about Fig Faeth is she’s going to imply the admin are pedos.

Kristennnn

It’ll just stab him normally

I keep thinking it and then getting too distracted to write it but Lou’s hair looks great

Thus, it has been goaded!

Fifty seven damage on one turn <3

Rude

Oooooooooh that’s a fucking sick spell

The washing machine adds three to wisdom saves?

Leans back against what??

Bahahahaaaaaa

ICE FEAST

I love the duo shots happening. Siobhan and Zac. Ally and Murph.

Fight me in the sky!

That’s soooo dark

Ok good I was trying to figure out how Ruben wasn’t gonna clock Fig-as-Wanda clearly fighting alongside the bad kids

A PODCAST <3

Ok! What?

Sickkkkkk

Unreal

Lmaooooo

Awwww their crew is so sweet <3

Horrifying!!!

Yeah Murph was right, that energy was Not gonna make the save

Are you kidding me

The lawnmower animation has me deaddddd

Pleasure and lawn maintenance 😭

What does that MEAN

So funny for all of this to happen less than five minutes after Brennan said they were doing really well in this fight

The shift from fun magic shit to ‘I Shoot Him With My Gun’ is always so funny

Fury of the ball!!!

Nice!!!!!

You can’t call it that man.

Rick. Why is there a vulture again.

Gilearean rolls over here

The complicated women podcast (the cw 😭)

Fucked up!!!

Dominate monster???

Wait did Adaine already use her bardic?

Augh

Eyyyy

FUCKS SAKE

I’m best medium rare 🥲

Oh my goddddd

They all want them to do this

Famously

Why are you doing this

We just gotta hit this guy once

WHAT THE FUCK BRENNAN

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me

I’m gonna lose it

#what the FUCK #fantasy high junior year #verbal component #reactions

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naddpod-encounter-tourney · 1 year

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Broken Bonds:

for this, i will be copying the description from friend of the show tournament @chompe-diem’s comments on round one. they are as follows.

zirk and stella confrontation. ok i could go on about this for ages so let me just pull some quotes

> "when will it be enough!" (caldwell pcs yelling. mwah easy way to the heart)

> "You're stuck. i've spent so much time trying to fix things and you're the one thing that's always broken, and I, I just can't anymore; there's other people that need me, okay?"

just the move of fia's suggestion and then. man i fuckin love the way murph narrated stella in that. her just absentmindedly taking it apart as she keeps talking, it just,,, it does things to my brain

henry's obviously been a pretty shit dad so far, but the way hank/jake so genuinely and naturally acts protective of hank jr when he's chewing out stella. it's just a nice touch, it really adds

stella vervain. yes all the above points involved her but she's one of my favourite npcs and this ep is where u truly see all of her and what she is.

the reveal of big rex and little rex moxora and prophet cain

batilda's heartfelt moment with fia, the i love you

emily with the momentary stasis and pretty much saving batilda's life by incapacitating cain

zirk w the nat 1 death save

bukvar getting taken by moxora and having the form of a bookish little boy who could be fia's brother- *sobs*

and the whole philosphical/emotional ending w fia and the crew etc etc

Crown of Dreams:

The Duck Team races back to the Crick to track down the missing members of the Old Folks’ Circle!

Glen made his escape from the Time Out Tree with assistance from a grenade, which Callie assumed was the one she gifted to Cooter (Glen’s father).

After some investigating at Eloise’s (member of the OFC) stump, they see some suspicious tracks that lead them to Cooter’s stump at the edge of town.

In Cooter’s stump Frogson and Holmes find Glen’s old room, and his various journals. He had wanted to be a ranger captain by 50 and Peepaw of the crick by 100. [Fool.] He had books on Moonshine and Marabelle, and he idolized them. He had a note from Meemaw saying “we will not rain arrows down from our towers. we will always shine a light.” in response to him suggesting they go to war. They also discovered letters to Eloise and determined that she walked from her stump and was a co-conspirator.

The Duck Team was then met outside by Cooter, apologizing. He sent them into a trap, where Glen was waiting with the trapped Old Folks, the Evil Old Folks, and Meemaw (also trapped). After attempts that incapacitated most of the Duck Team, Glen attempted to wrench Ultrus from the helm while Calder was unconscious. Calder resisted.

Sol fell unconscious, and rolled a nat 1 on a death save (very on brand for caldwell). Callie got polymorphed into a nannerfly. Seeing this through a vision in his helm, Calder offered his body to Ultrus in exchange for the giant saving Callie and Sol. Calder just wanted to be useful. "Perhaps you have a giant's heart after all, Calder Kildé."

After slamming Glen against a wall, Ultrus caused the corrupt Old Folks to flee, and he, Callie, and Sol stood at an impasse. Calder apologized to his friends and Ultrus took him away, into the woods.

Glen then revealed that the only being that might be able to help with their problem of the trapped Old Folks was Mawmaw, but that was impossible, as he had sent his mind-controlled father to kill her.

But Cooter, ever the berry boy, used a goodberry to save Mawmaw, resisting the geas spell, causing him to go unconscious. Cooter's action confuse the hell out of Glen, who cannot believe his father would do that, knowing he would likely not survive it, proving his intense misunderstanding of the Crick and of his father once and for all. Callie and Sol helped revive him, and both he and Mawmaw were safe.

#naddpod episode tournament #naddpod #not another dnd podcast #eldermourne #ba2mia

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thespineoftherighteous · 2 years

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the girls 100% have that kind of relationship where they have thousands of videos of them doing just completely random or stupid shit together

like Allison and Renee are in front of the mirror in the locker room after practice and Renee starts recording a video and Allison is puckering her lips at herself in the mirror in the back and when she finally notices the video she like kicks up her leg and slams it on the counter to do a really dramatic pose.

or they're grocery shopping and Allison is a drama queen tired so she climbs into the cart and Dan (who's pushing the cart) takes a video of Renee just casually plopping their stuff on top of Allison and right before the video cuts you can hear Dan mutter something about how they're running out of space cause of Allison's "giraffe ass legs" right before Allison flips her off

or it's just a regular night in the dorm and they're in their living room and the video is just them hyperventilating cause they're laughing so hard and you can't understand a damn thing or get why they're laughing and Dan's hand is shaking so bad and Renee is bent over and Allison is rolling on the ground. and then their door opens and Matt is standing there like "guys...?" and Dan zooms in on the concerned look on his face and in the back you can hear Allison scream with laughter

or like. you know that video of three girls and one of them is like "i just met my husband earlier" and the other is like crashing into the wall and going "i just had the best french fries of my life"? yeah that's their vibe

one is a compilation Renee compiled of clips of Allison strutting into the lounge before practice and it's slightly comical because she always has sunglasses on, a drink in her right hand and her keys in her left hand and she does a *pushes up her sunglasses* gesture the same exact way every time and if it wasn't for her different outfits it'd seem like the same clip over and over. also, it's basically one long fit check

one is just a minute and a half long video of Renee slowly picking the onions out of her rice with a fork and setting them aside with occasional shots to Allison who looks so very upset and disappointed with the complete lack of taste. video ends with Renee dumping them all into Allison's plate who just shakes her head

one is a two part video from one of their sleepovers with Katelyn and they're playing charades and the first part is team 1, Renee and Dan, who are absolutely smashing it and their teamwork is just seamless, it's like they're one working entity, 25 points in one minute easy. the next part is of Allison and Katelyn's team which is just...a hot, excitable mess. there's screaming, there's "what the hell is THAT??", there's swearing, there's head scratching, there's "murph..MURPH" "murph?!! what the hell kind of animal goes murph?!!!!" "MMMUUUURRRPPHHHH!!!!" (*timer goes off*)

one video is them at the table eating dinner and Dan and Allison are bitching about the guys and they somehow exude the vibes of both older sisters and grandmothers. every so often they'll hit on a point and Renee (who's recording) will turn the camera around at an awful angle and just nod in agreement

one is just Dan playing my heart will go on (badly) on a kazoo while Allison and Renee do the jack and rose pose

one video starts with Renee (from behind the camera) giving Dan (who's grinning mischievously) a thumbs up. Dan then presses play on the tv remote and there's the first three seconds of "sk8er boi" and then you hear a crash and Allison skids into the room and the rest of the video is her and Dan giving a very entertaining performance of the song

there are loads and loads that are just them picking up a phone and going "[dan/renee/allison] look!" and said person glances up and rolls their eyes or smiles exaggeratedly or flips off the camera or pushes it away.

also, very many of them doing that to the other foxes with no explanation. like the foxes are all waiting in a room together and Allison and Dan are sat on the couch fiddling with a phone and at one point they're like "NEIL. come here babe" and Neil, used to their tricks, approaches very warily and they go "smile" and he just sighs and bends down with a very pained look

one night they're just hanging out and Dan and Allison are drinking and somehow Dan starts with impressions and she struts around (wobbling) going "iiiiim Allison Reynolds. i drive a sUpEr CuTe pink convertible and I'm going to catch pneumonia one day because i wear shorts in the middle of winter for fAsHiOn" *Allison clobbers to her feet* "well I'm Danielle Wilds. all of my best outfits come out of my boyfriend's closet. and I secretly love Allison's super. cute. pink convertible and wish I had one of my own but, alas, i failed my driver's test three times." *offended Dan Wilds gasping noises*

#they all have no storage left #and they'll randomly spend afternoons watching these videos of themselves and think that they're the funniest people in the world #proper best friends shit #i have thoughts about them y'all #also my semester starts in one hour and i am not feeling it #aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #allison reynolds #dan wilds #renee walker #the girls #neil josten #mine aftg

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calderskillday · 2 years

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A STARSTRUCK ODYSSEY EPISODE 4 liveblog!!!

right so since this episode is so long i'm starting it at 11pm on saturday night, watching an hour or so, and will finish the rest tomorrow okay let's GO

already the title... every day is our wurst day... oh no

emily in lipstick has me by the throat

the ball is rolling up, again, still

every time they insist on calling lucienne margaret's "friend" i simply have to chuckle

"it could be good,,,,, why did i say that"

everyone hyping up sid 🥲

chef's tools cash is. killing me

i love how immediately, as soon as this episode started, emily knew it was gonna be absolutely insane. she already cannot keep a straight face or stop giggling and i- yeah

lou is the self sabotage king fr fr

skip on a stealth/sting mission is so Good. "loudest smile ever" HAAAA

OH FUCK SHIT'S GOING DOWN

yo these characters are simply So Good, star wars 5e seems AWESOME

thank u brennan's dice

SKIP STABBING A DUDE

"IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK" *immediate cut* oh god...

ok that's where i'm leaving it for tonight, perfect place to stop before shit gets wiiiiild n also i'm far too sleepy to pay attention anymore

i am back happy sunday let's get these chef's tools

"knife, poT... oven"

when they break brennan, you KNOW it's good

FREE MONEY oh no this is dangerous

NOT MURPH BEING THE ONE TO ESCALATE THIS??????

watching siobhan and zac through this is so fucking funny

love that "they're called utensils" was the thing to crack emily

oh my god this is insane

KEEP CALM AND BARRY ON

BRIAN BADLUCK MURPHY oh god the way the energy was just zapped from the dome,,,,,

LOU. NO

barry trying to get gunnie to stop is just murph begging lou to GET OUT

ALLY GETTING UP FROM THE TABLE LMAO

THESE ROLLS KEEP GETTING WORSE I AM DYING

yo princeps zortch can get it huh

lmao not three different saving throws at once,,,, yikes

seriously, ally came to PLAY

this escape sequence is just. unhinged

brian headinhands murphy

gunnie is just the worst liar ever

I GRAB GUNNIE AND RUN

ARE THEY GONNA HAVE TO LEAVE REC 97 JUST LIKE THEY HAD TO LEAVE THE LAST PLACE BECAUSE THEY GOT THEMSELVES IN A STUPID SITUATION

oh my god murph rolled WELL????

lou's unhinged laugh is always my favourite

6 HEALTH LEFT HOLY FUCK

oh my god this season keeps getting more and more complicated damn

I DIDNT WANT YOU TO THINKNI WAS FUCKIGNT EH COMPUTER

margaret fishing for info on lucienne lmaooo

SKIP

i am immediately in love with the princeps

every time murph leans over to watch emily roll i go 🥰

DOG SHOW TIME BABEY

I AM CRYING THEY ALREADY HAD "CHEF'S TOOLS"

"what's a dog?" YELLING

"so fast, so easy, let's go" lmao skiP

that's no dog..... but sure, it's a dog

emily is so attached to the idea of tattooing the dog lmao

hello captioners you consistently get the person talking wrong pls fix

skip's grimace smile is so funny

danny c is quite the pseudonym

THIS IS INSANE

"shit has gone sideways" of COURSE IT HAS

this is so wild i have not closed my mouth in like five minutes

SKIP STEALING A JET PACK

"gimme that." SKIPDJGJDJFBDJ

norman takamori wanted for twelve murders???? what the FUCK did he do???????

HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT AN EPISODE can't wait for a BATTLE EP

#wow that was a wild fuckin ride #i am. amazed #an insane episode altogether #dimension 20 #d20 aso #a starstruck odyssey #tl lb

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Pain Is For The Living [Javier Peña x F!Reader] - Chapter 3

Summary: Sex work in the heat of 1980’s Colombia was never going to be a walk in the park. Especially not when you had a crush on your number one client, agent Javier Peña. You’d been warned about him and his reputation, but after one very specific incident that would change your life forever, you find yourself attached to him like never before and you’d do anything to make him yours. Even if it means endangering your own life.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Javier being kind of an asshole, allusions to sex, a ~moment~ in the bathtub, mention of PTSD and trauma, food mention, drink mention, ...feelings?

Word count: 4200

Author’s Note: It’s been so long! I’m sorry. It’s been pretty hectic and I’ve been doing my best to wrap up my other series’ and complete requests. I appreciate you all for sticking around and asking for updates on this chapter. I’ve mentioned it a few times, but PIFTL is very difficult to write. It deals with very sensitive issues and so not only can it be mentally draining to write, it takes a lot of time to research and edit. I won’t give up on this series though. I adore this story and can’t wait to share it all with you.

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Nina pushed off Javi quicker than a bullet leaving a gun, grabbing a blanket from her bed and wrapping it around her naked body. “What the fuck Javier?” she spat.

Jesus Christ -- Javier had never made that mistake before. Moaning someone else’s name? He was better than that. It took him a moment to just process what happened, Nina’s yelling and accusations only a blur in the background. “Who is she, Javier?” Nina questioned, her tone venomous. That was enough to snap the agent out of his thoughts. Her cold eyes burned like wildfire as she glared at him. “Who. Is. She?”

“Uh…” Javier racked his brains to try and figure out a way he’d be able to save this situation. But the longer he took to answer Nina’s question, the more infuriated she got. “Informant.”

That wasn’t exactly a lie. You’d agreed to help him. But whether or not you’d actually be able to provide Javier with any relevant information was a different ordeal in itself.

“You’re still sleeping with your informants?” Nina gasped a little, clicking her tongue and shaking her head in disappointment. “Why am I not surprised?”

Javier sighed and rolled his eyes, pulling himself off Nina’s bed and grabbing his denim jeans that had been previously discarded on the floor. “C’mon Ni, don’t get jealous now. We haven’t been together for like, a year.” Javier hummed, zipping up his pants. His eyes darted around the room as he tried to locate his shirt. Maybe there was no fixing this. For a split second, he’d forgotten why things had ended with Nina, but now it was becoming clear again. He just had to get outta there. He needed air, and a smoke.

“I let you cum inside of me and you moan out another woman’s name!” Nina exclaimed, shaking her fists in the air. “Javier Peña I fucking hate you!”

Javier offered Nina a small shrug of his shoulders before finding his shirt and buttoning it up. “I’ll see you around Ni.”

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“Called him seventeen times Con, he’s taking the piss.” Steve grimaced, aggressively flicking to the next page of the Bogotá local newspaper.

“Will you just calm down? He’s our friend. We’re doing him a favour. He'll be back soon,” Connie sighed, glancing back over to you, where you had been sleeping on the sofa for the past two and a half hours. “She sleeps better than our Liv,” Connie noted. “Wish we could sleep as well as that.”

Steve hummed in agreement. “I’ll go check on Liv.” He announced at the mention of his daughter. He’d put her down for a nap about an hour ago in Javier’s bedroom.

“No honey, I’ll go. You keep working on your crossword,” Connie giggled before pointing her index finger into one of the blank squares. “Fourteen down: Los huevos revueltos.”

“I would’ve got that,” Steve huffed, scrambling to write the answer down. He definitely would not have. The Spanish puzzle was made for infants and yet he was still struggling.

“Whatever Murph.” Connie rolled her eyes, leaving the table where they were both sitting at.

The second she left the room, you woke up in a cold sweat, feeling dizzy and shaking from a nightmare you didn’t want to remember. Your cheeks were wet, tear stained and goose pimples pricked at your arms. You checked your surroundings in a fluster, not recognising the brown leather couch you were laying on, or the oak wood coffee table in front of you, or even the television pushed against the cream coloured walls. A man with blonde hair and mustache raced over to you, and dropped to his knees, holding you by your shoulders.

“Are you okay?” The man quizzed, his blue eyes searching to meet yours. You were horrified, the feeling of an unfamiliar man grabbing you like this. You screamed in terror, and defensively dug your fingernails into his skin. The man yelped out and stumbled back from you, hitting the coffee table in the process. “Fuck-- shit-- ow--” He gasped. “Connie!” he called. “Connie, she's awake!”

The way he yelled and screamed your name... it was like you were some kind of monster. You hated it.

The sound of footsteps padding into the living room alerted you, and a woman, not much older than you, knelt down in front of you. But unlike the man, she knew well enough to keep her distance. “Hi sweetheart, are you alright? I’m Connie, don’t be afraid. You’re okay.” she assured you, her voice sweet like honey.

“Where am I?” you choked out, tears filling your eyes.

Connie hesitated for a moment. “She doesn’t remember where she is?” Steve asked Connie with concern, scratching the back of his neck as he pulled himself together and shuffled over to you. Taking a note out of Connie’s book, he kept his distance. Connie briefly explained to her husband how your behaviour right now actually made a lot of sense, and how victims of PTSD can often have ‘memory blanks’.

“Darling, I’m Connie Murphy. I’m a nurse. And this is my husband Steve. Steve is DEA. He’s friends with Javier Peña. You know that name, right? Javier Peña.” She repeated his name slow and steady, allowing you to take your time to process the words. Javier Peña. Just like that, a wave of calmness washed over you. His name felt like home. It felt like safety.

“I know Javi.” you whispered in admittance, shuffling around on the sofa. You could feel your lips trembling. It was strange. You were new to Bogotá, and you didn’t really have any friends, other than the late Rosa. And well, Javier too. He was a client, sure, but he was always kind and gentle with you, unlike your other customers. You’d like to think of him as a friend. Right now, he was the only person you had.

“This is Javier’s place. He’s going to watch over you for a little while, okay?” Connie explained. “We are your friends and we’re not going to hurt you. I promise,” the lady soothed. She turned to Steve. “Bring over Olivia.”

“What-- why?” Steve quizzed, his eyebrows furrowing together in bewilderment.

“She needs to know she can trust us. Bring over Olivia,” Begrudgingly following his wife’s instruction, a wary Steve stood up and padded into Javier’s bedroom where Olivia had been left to sleep in a small, transportable crib. He picked up his daughter and carried her into the living room. “This is my daughter Olivia,” Connie told you quietly, smoothing out Olivia’s black hair. “She’s one year old. Would you like to hold her?”

“Connie are you fucking crazy?” Steve snapped.

“I’m a fucking nurse Steve, I know what I’m doing.” Connie hissed back, taking Olivia from her father. She looked back over to you and her deep frown turned into a comforting smile as she slowly handed you the baby. Connie’s hands never left Olivia, and she made an effort to support her head as you cradled the sleeping baby in your arms.

Holding Olivia Murphy gave you a feeling of responsibility. If Steve and Connie were dangerous, they would never have shown you their daughter, let alone allow you to hold her in your arms. You contemplated everything and although it was hard, you decided that you probably could trust them. Still, it raised the question: “Where is Javi?”

Steve shook his head incredulously and stood up, grabbing the phone from one of the side tables and dialling his partner’s number again. You didn’t know what was wrong with the blonde haired agent, but you got the impression that he did not want to be here.

“Steve is going to call him, again. He went to get groceries. I’m sure he won’t be long.” Connie informed softly, and you nodded your head.

“Your baby is adorable,” you announced quietly and Connie smiled, thankful you were beginning to talk a little more. Seemingly, you’d calmed down, which meant Connie’s comforting approach had worked.

“She’s a real gem, isn’t she?”

Javier was just a couple of blocks away when his carphone began to ring. He eyed up the display and read the ‘17 missed calls’, cursing under his breath. He clicked the accept button and continued to drive.

“Javier Peña. You prick.”

“Hi bestie.” Javier grinned, shaking his head at Steve’s introduction. Typical.

“You left us here for three fucking hours with some random girl -- who, by the way, is incredibly unstable, Javier. I don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, but I’m not here for it. Where the fuck have you been? No, forget that. You better be home in the next ten minutes and you better have the ingredients for my fucking paella.” Steve growled before angrily slamming the phone down on the hook.

Javier couldn’t help but chuckle. Steve Murphy was ever the drama queen.

As he drove down the street, he made one final attempt to shrug off what had happened with Nina. Okay, yeah, saying your name was a little uncalled for. But she always got so needy and possessive -- even when she had no reason to be. Nina and Javier weren’t exclusive and hadn’t been for a long time, so, what was her deal?

What was even more concerning to Javi, was the fact he said your name in the first place. Nina looked rather similar to you. Not identical, but from a distance, there was a chance she could’ve been mistaken. Only, when he was pounding into her from behind, he wasn’t at a distance. In fact he couldn’t have been any closer, and yet he still said your name. He was really struggling to justify it.

Sure, he’d been thinking about you when he was inside of her. But was that really so bad? You were clearly on his mind, and Javier just pinned that down to the fact he’d been out all day investigating the crime scene at the brothel. He’d been with you, he’d held you and comforted you. Fuck, even before noon he had been fucking your mouth. It wasn’t exactly unreasonable…

But moaning out your name… shit, could Javier really get past that? Was there any way to justify that -- other than the blatant and glaring honest reason that Javier refused to admit. He wouldn’t even let his mind go there. Whatever, it was fine. He was home now. The end of a long day.

Javier grabbed the groceries from the back of his car and buzzed himself into the DEA apartment block where he and Steve were living. Making his way over to his apartment, he opened the front door and set the brown paper bag of ingredients down on the kitchen counter. When he got home, Connie was just finishing up painting your nails a beautiful sea blue gel colour. She turned around and she looked up at Javier. Your eyes, however, were already fixated on him the second he entered the room.

“Where’s Steve?” Javier asked, diverting his gaze from the two women and continuing to unpack the food.

“He went home. He’s pissed, Javi.” Connie admitted, shaking her head in annoyance and placing the pot of nail polish on the coffee table. She walked into the open space kitchen and nudged the agent.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Javier muttered, stacking the canned goods into a cupboard.

“I’m going home, but don’t think we’ve forgotten about the paella. Steve wants that fucking paella,” Connie chastised. Javier nodded his head but remained silent as he emptied his bag of shopping. “Unbelievable.” Connie scoffed incredulously, and opened the front door before slamming it behind her.

“Thanks Con!” Javier called, but there was no telling if she even heard.

Javier was half way through putting his shopping away when he heard your meek and softly spoken voice call his name in a questioning tone. His dark eyes looked over at you. You were sitting upright on the sofa and his face softened. Stopping what he was doing, he neglected the bag of groceries and padded into the living room to sit down next to you.

“Hi.” Javier murmured, crossing his legs and adjusting the crochet blanket that was covering your lap.

“Hi.” you replied, feeling somewhat shy and slightly nervous, for a reason you couldn’t quite place.

“How are you feeling?” Javier asked, bringing himself to look at you.

“Um,” you fumbled at the blanket and thought for a moment. It was a loaded question. Other than the overwhelming feeling of distress and helplessness, you decided to give the agent a simple answer. “Well rested. A little thirsty.”

Javier nodded. “How would you feel about taking a bath?”

You swallowed back a knot in your throat that you hadn’t even realised was there in the first place. “...Do I smell?” you asked, You stretched out and gave your underarms a sniff, prompting Javier to burst out into laughter. Shit, had you always been that adorable? Your nose scrunched up at the distinct smell of dried up blood on your clothes and your shoulders slumped sadly. Javi, noticing your change in demeanor, gently lifted up the blanket and wrapped it around your body.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he cooed. “Believe me, I get stinky too. It happens. Let me help you take a bath. Come with me.”

Taking his hand, Javier navigated you towards the bathroom. It was a small boxy room with barely any space to move around, and yet, to your surprise, it fit a bathtub. Javier twisted the faucet, and the tap began to run warm water. He picked up a bottle of bubble bath and a tub of salts. “I have a bad back,” Javier told you. “These salts really help me relax. And the bubbles are nice too.”

You nodded with a smile. As he emptied the contents into the tub, you watched the products swirl into a colourful abyss. “It smells like you.” you uttered, without really thinking about the weight of your words. Javier said nothing, and you both sat by the side of the tub in comfortable silence, watching as it filled up. He occasionally dipped his hand in the water, checking the temperature.

“Will you be okay?” Javier asked you, taking out a towel and folding it up on top of the toilet seat.

You weren’t really sure, but you nodded your head anyway. Just as he was about to leave, you spoke up again. “Actually, Javi, could you stay?”

Javier fumbled a little but smiled. “Yeah, of course.”

Javier had seen you naked countless times due to the nature of your job but for some reason, this time, it felt different. He’d never had a woman use his bathtub before, let alone be requested to stay in her presence as she got undressed and stepped inside. You slipped out of your sultry, blood stained dress and let it pool to the floor. Javi’s mouth parted as he took in your naked form under the amber tinted bathroom lights.

You stepped inside the tub and almost slipped over, but Javier, as quick as lightning, grabbed your arm and steadied you. “Sorry,” he muttered, and your hand slid into his. As your fingers interlocked, you felt something. It was like a bolt of electricity, running up your arm, and judging by Javier’s reaction, he could feel it too. “I should’ve warned you. It can be a little slippery.”

You giggled and tried to tear yourself from Javi’s grip, but he didn’t let go of you once. Instead, he helped you sit down comfortably amongst the bubbles and aromatic hot water. You moaned, feeling your body become indulged and your muscles soften. You smiled and laid back, the bubbles fizzing around your neck and chin, and Javier felt his heart swell in his chest as he noticed your lips curl into a smile. It was the smile he would kill to see, and he hadn’t even realised how much he missed it.

“Just relax,” Javier soothed. “I’ll be back faster than you can count to ten.”

Javier ran into the kitchen and took a glass from one of the cupboards before racing back to the bathroom. Kneeling down by the side of the tub, he dipped the glass into the water, filling it up, and gently emptied it down your hair.

“Close your eyes,” he requested, continuing to wet your hair ample enough until it was ready to be shampooed. Taking the bottle of his musky scented shampoo, Javier squirted the thick liquid into your scalp and began to massage it in. You couldn’t believe how gentle he was, and how he was taking his time with you. You’d never in a million years imagine Javier Peña being like this, or acting this intimate, with any woman -- especially not you. To be honest, his own behaviours were even coming to shock Javier. But he just let his instincts take over. He wanted to protect you and make sure you knew just how safe you were. That was the most important thing on his mind.

Once he rinsed your hair, he grabbed some soap and a sponge, handing them to you. “Do you uh-- uh-- do you think you can wash your own body?” He asked, his dark eyebrows knitting together. “If not, that’s okay. I can help. But--”

You smiled and rested a wet hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay Javi. I’ll be fine.” you promised, taking the sponge from him.

“I’m going to find you some clothes to change into.” He told you. “Shout if you need me. I won’t be long.”

And he stuck by his word. Javier raked through his drawers and picked out a pale yellow button down shirt that he hadn’t worn in a few years and a pair of boxer shorts. Padding back into the bathroom, he presented you with them. “It’s not much but it’s all I have,” he told you. “I’m sure Con will take you out shopping at some point. Or we can hop on back to your place tomorrow to grab some of your stuff,” You smiled and stood up, making sure to be careful not to slip this time. Javier held out the towel for you and wrapped you in it. “I’ll leave you to get dried.”

When Javier went back into the kitchen, he figured he should put the rest of the groceries away, only to notice that the once frozen paella ingredients had become defrosted and been rendered completely useless. “Shit.” Javier cursed, pushing them to one side and running a hand through his hair. Looks like after all of this, he couldn’t make paella tonight. He knew he was about to get an earful from Steve at work tomorrow.

“Do you like pizza?” Javier called, rummaging around for a take-out menu and grabbing his phone from the counter.

“I do!” you called back, buttoning up Javier’s shirt and wrapping a towel around your head.

When you padded into the kitchen, dressed in Javi’s clothes, the agent felt his throat dry up. You were a sight to behold. You smelt distinctly like him, but you already looked one thousand times better now that you were clean and comfortable. You felt better, too. It was amazing what a bath could do to you. You shimmied onto one of the bar stools Javier kept by the counter and rest your elbows against the laminate. Javier passed you the menu so you could look over the dishes.

You agreed on a simple chilli pizza, which was one of Javier’s favourites anyway. Javi called the deli and asked for a large, planning on sharing it with you. Remembering that you’d mentioned you were thirsty, he poured you a glass of water and handed it your way.

“Steve is gonna be so mad at me tomorrow,” Javier chuckled, rubbing his temple. You peeked up from the glass that you nursed and looked up at him through your eyelashes. “I promised him paella and I’m not gonna be able to make it tonight. Not only that but he’s gonna ask me where I’ve been. He’ll know I wasn’t out getting groceries for three hours.”

You furrowed your eyebrows together and tilted your head. “Three hours? Where were you?”

Javier paused and absent-mindedly brushed a finger along his mustache. “I bumped into an ex at the store. Went back to her place and-- you know.”

Your eyes fell back into your glass of water. “Oh.”

Javier picked at his short fingernails and another sigh left his lips. “Shit, I just--” he shook his head. “Made a mistake. A very big mistake.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Yeah, that would probably be for the best but how could he even begin to tell you what happened, when you were part of the problem? Javier figured it might even scare you away. “It doesn’t matter… she’s just…” Javier scratched his head. “She’s fine. It’s a ‘me’ problem, I think.”

The doorbell rang and Javier was grateful for the interruption. He paid the pizza delivery guy and sent the stone bake on the table.

“It looks good,” you smiled. “I’ve never had Colombian pizza.”

Javier’s jaw dropped. “You--?” He shook his head in disbelief. “Dulzura, how long have you lived here?”

“A month,” you grinned, with a mouthful of pizza. “Tastes good.”

After you’d finished eating, it had gotten pretty late. You and Javier exchanged small talk, learning little things about each other. You liked it a lot. He had always been an enigma to you, and even though he offered little information, it was still something, and you appreciated that a lot.

“It’s been a difficult day,” Javier noted, folding the pizza box and throwing it away to be recycled. “You should take my bed.”

“No,” you insisted. “I’m fine on the sofa. Honestly.”

Javier sighed. “I’m not going to let you sleep on the sofa any longer. You’ll get back ache.”

“Then I’ll just use your bath salts.” You smirked in retaliation. Javier laughed and you relished the way small crinkles appeared in the corner of his honey coloured eyes.

“Please, take my bed.” Javier said, staring at you pointedly. His eyebrows were raised and his strong arms were crossed over his chest.

You were about to argue further but truthfully, sleeping in a bed tonight sounded like exactly what you needed. You took a few steps closer to Javier, a pool of butterflies swirling in your stomach as you broke any distance between you both. You wanted to kiss his lips so desperately, taste him once again. It was only earlier today you’d had your lips wrapped around his cock, and yet, so much had happened in between then and now. You wondered if Javier was thinking about it too.

“Get some sleep, hermosa.”

Your eyes were completely trained on his soft pink lips. You wanted to kiss-- you just wanted to kiss him. Just one kiss. Just one-- you leaned in and shut your eyes, and neared him, closer and closer... but Javier stepped away.

And you felt your heart shatter in your chest.

“Nothing personal,” he told you. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Nothing personal? How were you meant to accept that? You had literally sucked him off just a few hours ago and now he wouldn’t even grace you with a kiss? Maybe Rosa was right; you shouldn’t form crushes on clients. Especially not Javier Peña. You’d only get hurt. You tugged on the sleeves of his button down shirt and balled your fingers into a fist, trying to ignore the pain in your chest.

Without uttering a word, not even a ‘goodnight’, you sulked away and into his bedroom.

Javier wanted to shout out. He didn’t want you to be mad at him, or even upset. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you. It took him all the strength he could muster to deny you of that kiss. Your perfect lips looked so soft and delicate and if Javier could have it his way, he would’ve taken you in that very moment.

But you were more than just a sex worker now. You were a compliance in the hunt to catch Escobar -- and he had to be careful. No matter what, he couldn’t risk losing track of the bigger picture.

-—-—-—♡—-—-—-

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thirsty-flygirl · 3 years

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Touch Me

Formerly The Textile Series

Part III - Satin

A Javier Peña x f!Reader Romance

Rating: Explicit - language, sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll. You know the drill, no one under 18 allowed.

Word Count: 1390

A/N: Look, it's no secret that I would let Javi absolutely ruin me so here is The Textile Series, back again with a few changes, so I can simp some more over my favorite DEA agent.

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Javier adjusted his tie, grimacing slightly at the feeling of being choked. He hated suits, hated ties, hated social gatherings, and especially hated social gatherings with coworkers. But, like the Ambassador had said, “We gotta follow the rules to play the fucking game,” so here he was.

At least the booze was top-shelf and free, and he was able to keep to himself for the most part, watching the embassy employees schmooze with the rest of President Gaviria’s guests. Javi sat at a table in the corner, watching Steve and a few of the guys from the office up at the bar shooting the shit, when a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eyes had him shifting quickly.

“Can I sit?”

You pulled out the chair next to him before he could respond, carefully arranging your dress so that the lush satin wouldn’t wrinkle. The emerald green sheath you wore was simple, falling to the floor where just a peek of your champagne sandals could be seen, the slight dip of the neckline perfectly appropriate even though it was more of your skin than Javier had ever seen. He couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on the exposed skin, the soft curve of your breasts making his mouth go dry.

He let his gaze travel over your collarbone, the column of your throat, skimming the pout of your lips before meeting your eyes with his own. The sight of you, coupled with his steady intake of whiskey, made him careless with his appraisal. His perusal was deliberate, dark eyes glinting fire, and he imagined uncovering your skin, inch by inch, as he stripped you bare.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You looked down at yourself. “Do you not like the dress?”

Unable to help himself, Javi leaned forward and pinched the fabric of your dress between his fingers, gently rubbing the satin. “I love the dress. You’re beautiful.”

Your lips parted on a soft gasp at his words, the genuine compliment making your heart skip. Without thinking, you let your hand slip into his, gently squeezing his long fingers. He swept his thumb across the back of your hand and just that simple gesture was enough to stoke a flame in your core. Tension grew as you stared at one another, hand in hand and eyes locked, and Javier wondered if this was the moment he should finally admit to you how strong his feelings for you had grown.

“Hey there, partners.”

Javi dropped your hand like it burned him as Steve plopped down into the chair on your other side. Taking a deep drink of the amber whiskey in his glass he studiously avoided your curious gaze, cursing Murphy for his shit timing.

“Hey. Saw you playing nice over there.” He motioned with his head to where Steve had been conversing with the other embassy guys. Steve chuckled and took a deep swig of his own liquor.

“Shit, if you weren’t always looking pissed off in the corner, maybe you’d find out they weren’t all bad.”

Despite the tension still crackling between the two of you, Javi smirked at Steve’s assessment. “If they weren’t all assholes, I wouldn’t sit in the corner looking pissed off,” he deadpanned.

Sputtering into his glass, Steve snickered and raised a toast. “Touche.”

You stood suddenly, drawing the attention of both men to your form. Steve whistled appreciatively. “Damn, you do clean up nice, don’t you?” His warm grin belied nothing but a true compliment, and you lightly bopped him on the shoulder.

“Don’t use your ‘good old boy’ voice on me, Murph. You know it won’t work.”

He playfully held a hand over his heart. “You wound me, partner.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned to Javi, resting your hand on his broad shoulder.

“Dance with me, Peña. Let’s get baby out of this corner.”

“I don’t dance.”

You plucked the glass from his fingers, his skin sizzling where you brushed against him.

“You do tonight. Don’t make me drag you - you know I can.”

Sighing as though he were about to endure the greatest pain in the world, Javier stood and let you lead him to the dance floor. Despite all outward protests, his stomach clenched at the thought of holding you in his arms, even if it meant nothing to you. Turning to face him, you smiled gently and rested your hand on his shoulder, holding the other up for him to take. Javi’s eyes met yours, sparkling in the light from the crystal chandeliers overhead, and he took a breath as he slid his arm around your waist. Pulling you as close as he dared, he couldn’t help but inhale the scent of your perfume, sandalwood and orange blossom, and appreciate the way your body slotted perfectly against his. The satin of your dress felt cool against his hand yet quickly warmed, as if his fingers rested on the soft skin of your back while you moved together.

The two of you danced silently for a moment, music swirling around you as the orchestra played a tune from a familiar movie. Javier hoped that he could get through this one dance without embarrassing himself when the music faded and your hand squeezed his, indicating that you wanted to keep on.

“Javi,” you murmured, your voice intimate and soft. He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined the two of you wrapped together in his bed, the sound of his name falling from your lips as he made love to you.

“Hold me closer,” you continued, sliding your gaze to his. He obliged, lost in the moment, lining your bodies up so that you could feel every inch of him against you.

Your eyes darkened, twin pools of lust swirling in their depths. He felt his own body responding, his cock twitching as you pressed in closer, nearly losing his cool as your fingers traveled from his shoulder to slide down past his collar, resting them against the overheated skin at the nape of his neck.

Javier was hypnotized by you, felt like he could spill his soul to you right here in this ballroom. All these weeks that you'd been teasing him, the two of you growing closer, the sight of you every day making his gut clench and his dick stir.

And it was so much more than that. You earned his easy smiles, you made him laugh and made him feel as though—

—As though he weren't so alone in the world.

And here you were, in his arms, feeling like nothing he could have ever dreamed and making him feel so goddamned good that he wanted to tell you everything that had been building up in his heart.

Your soft voice broke through his thoughts, eyes still flashing with fire, and something more.

"This isn't so bad, now is it?" Your lips tilted up in a gentle smirk and you somehow pulled him in even closer. "I like this. I like you, Javi."

The hand splayed across your back slid down, resting just north of inappropriate. Your tongue darted out and slid across your bottom lip and Javi thought he might explode at the sight.

He cleared his throat, trying to swallow the words that threatened to spill from his lips.

"I like you, too." His eyes swept across your features, his fingers flexing across your back. He took a deep breath.

"I like you more than I should."

Your breath caught at his admission, eyes widening. Before you had a chance to respond, Steve popped up next to you.

“Time to move, guys,” he said brusquely, keeping his voice low so that you didn’t draw attention. “They got an intercept on La Culebra.”

You moved toward the door with your partners, Javier’s confession already sequestered in the back of your mind, something to take out on lonely nights when you were alone, when you dared yourself to dream of a future that didn’t involve guns and blood and death.

Romance was reserved for those who lived in the light, whose souls weren’t damned by the horrors they’d seen and committed. Shrouded in darkness, the world you inhabited wasn’t fit for love, for the kind of peace you’d felt wrapped in Javier’s arms.

No matter how badly you wished otherwise.

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ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa · 4 years

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Bogotá Kiss

Prologue: There Was a Boy

Summary/Author’s Note: Javier Peña had finally gotten his life together. He was a newlywed, back in the states with his bride, and starting his new life free of Escobar and the world of the cartels. That is until he found his wife in bed with another man. On a path of self destruction, he goes back to Bogota, reclaims his job with the DEA, his partner Steve Murphy, and throws himself into his work, cheap whiskey, and the company of his...informants.

You are a singer in the hottest burlesque club in Columbia. Pulling yourself out of poverty and into a world where men throw money at your feet, buy you diamonds, and pay untold amounts for your services. You don’t mind that the club’s biggest source of income is smuggling diamonds from the necks, wrists, and ears of its prostitutes and into the pockets of their buyers, until a handsome DEA agent gets too close and figures out the scheme.

**IMPORTANT: For those familiar with Moulin Rouge--The reader will NOT die at the end. Fuck that. Let Javi be happy god dammit.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader (Moulin Rouge/French Kiss AU) Word Count: 1.6k (its just a prologue, the next chapter will be better) Warnings (for entire fic): NC-17/18+ - Language, sex, prostitution, mentions/implied R*pe (nothing will ever be described in detail or used as a plot device), typical canon violence for NARCOS, shooting, attempted murder, drug use, blackmail, hurt/comfort, lies and betrayal, happy ending

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"It's not what it looks like."

People didn't actually say that line, did they? And worse yet, no one actually would possibly believe it. Right? The words fell from her lips and suddenly Javier Peña felt like he was watching a movie about someone else's life. A cliché of a film in which the idiot of a husband walked in on his wife bouncing on the dick of another man. He was that idiot, and as she scrambled off the lap of the stranger and called his name, he slammed the door behind him, not bothering to wait for an explanation. Queue the laugh track or cut to the scene of him walking in the rain to somber music.

Only this wasn't a movie. There would be no comedic relief, just a lot of heartache, wasted time and money. He had always had a bad habit of falling for the wrong girl. He would see himself mirrored in the eyes of the broken, the depressed, the ones who, much like him, just seemed unable to catch a break in life. But instead of getting a kindred spirit to share his world with, he usually just got a lot of baggage and a quick lay.

He packed a bag, not giving a shit about any of his worldly possessions, and found himself at the Dallas airport, sitting at the bar and waiting for his gate number to be called.

He raised two fingers, letting the bartender know he wanted a fucking double, as he held his cellphone to his ear and listened to it ring. The boxy phone didn't fit comfortably against his shoulder and he dropped it just as the other end picked up and Steve's voice came through.

"Murphy."

"Fuck. Shit." Javier fumbled the phone and held it back against his face.

"Javi?"

"Yeah, it's me." Javier sighed as he picked up his whiskey and tossed it back with a mild wince. "I'm on my way back."

"I heard." Steve paused. "Carolyn called. I told her I didn't know where you were."

"Thanks, 'appreciate it."

"I talked to Noonan. She said your job's still open. You can have it and the keys to your apartment."

They both paused for an extended period of time. Javier ordered another shot of whiskey and Steve breathed quietly on the other end of the phone. Neither one of them had to say out loud what they both already knew. Javier had fallen for the wrong girl, again. His heart was broken and he wanted to drown out the ache he was feeling in cheap booze, a carton of Marlboro, and expensive pussy.

"I'll pick you up from the airport. Safe trip, Jav."

"Thanks, Murph."

Javier pressed the button on the phone and rubbed his forehead with a heavy sigh. It was all smooth sailing from here. He was on his way back to normalcy, back to doing what he did best, hunting Narcos and not having any emotional ties to anything that mattered.

The car ride from the airport had been quiet for the most part but Javier could tell that Steve was just dying to ask. So, when they parked in front of the apartment and neither one of them moved, he dug his smokes out of his jacket pocket and rolled down the window. He flicked his silver lighter to life and inhaled deeply as Steve shut off the engine.

"Go ahead. Ask."

Steve sighed and looked at his friend. "What happened, man?"

"I let it go too far, like an idiot. And she couldn't even wait until the honeymoon was over before she tripped and landed on some other man's dick." He inhaled deeply and ran his thumb along his mustache.

"Shit. I'm sorry--"

"Don't," Javier cut him off and shook his head. "Okay? Don't."

"You file for divorce?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Lawyer is drawing everything up now so we can sign it."

"I know you don't want to hear it, but I'm sorry, Javi. You seemed happy." Steve looked at him and Javier flicked his cigarette out of the window.

"Yeah, I know." He took another long drag of his cigarette before tossing the butt out onto the sidewalk. “Tell Connie I said ‘hi’, okay?”

With a mumbled thanks for the ride and a couple of quick 'see you tomorrows', he opened the car door and grabbed his suitcase out of the back seat and walked up the stairs and into the apartment building. He went through the motions of coming back to this place that he knew quite well, as he went downstairs and stuck his keys in the door without needing to turn on a light.

He tossed his keys on the side table and kicked the door shut gently as he dropped his shoulder bag and looked around. The only furniture that the place had was the old embassy supplied leather couch, scuffed up coffee table, and bar stools against the kitchen counter. Fuck. That settled what he would be doing tomorrow, getting all his furniture out of storage and having the embassy replace what he didn’t have.

Before tossing his leather jacket on the back of the couch, he got out another cigarette and let it bob between his lips as he mumbled to himself. He inhaled deeply and tossed his lighter next to his keys before making his way to the kitchen. When he opened the fridge, he didn’t know if he wanted to run upstairs and kiss her, or if he wanted to clutch his chest and cry.

The entire appliance was completely bare and wiped out, the light making the white shelves look entirely too bright, but sitting in the middle of the top shelf was a covered casserole of some kind and a bottle of whiskey. A note was taped to the tin foil that read:

“Bake at 350 for 30 minutes. Please eat something while you drink this. -- love, Connie.”

At least Steve knew how to pick a woman, because that’s exactly what Connie was, one hell of a woman. Javier grabbed the bottle of liquor and mentally promised Connie that he would eat later. He wasn’t hungry. He really hadn’t been hungry for the last few days, and as he looked at the whiskey and cracked the seal on the lid, he didn’t mourn that the kitchen didn’t have any glasses. He was well beyond the need for a glass.

He took the bottle to the couch, kicked off his boots and plopped down heavily. The whiskey was a familiar burn down his throat and he felt it all the way to his belly. Warm, inviting, and just what he needed. Another drink was followed by a long drag of his cigarette before he kick backed and muttered, “Home, sweet, home,” to a cold, empty house.

The banging on the door permeated his skull in a way that he didn’t think was possible. But then again it had been a long time since he had been this hungover. He rolled over on the leather couch and shoved his face into the cushions and prayed that whoever wanted him would just go away. There was no one on this green earth that he wanted to speak to.

He must have fallen back asleep briefly because the next thing he knew, his partner had let himself into his apartment with his spare key and was nudging his leg that was hanging off the side of the couch.

“Javi,” Steve said as he plucked the empty liquor bottle from under his friend’s arm. “Javi!”

“Is too early,” Javier mumbled into the leather of the sofa.

“It’s 4 in the afternoon.” Steve said, setting the bottle on the coffee table. “I told Noonan you were taking the weekend to unpack--” Steve looked around the apartment and then back to the horizontal man. “Looks like you’re done.”

“Fuck you.”

Steve shook his head and put his hands on his hips. “Come on. You need a shower. I’d offer to buy you a drink but you smell like you’ve got that taken care of. So, how about a lap dance? There’s this new place on the other side of town--got your name written all over it.”

“Go away.”

Steve, rubbed his hand down his face and glared at the shell of the man that he had gotten to know over the last couple of years. The day Javier Peña turned down a lap dance, it would have been a cold day in hell and yet the evidence was right there in front of him. Someone needed to tell the devil to go check his thermostat.

“Mmkay.” Steve said sharply and took the empty bottle over to the sink and filled it about half way with tap water. When he dumped it on top of Javier’s head, the way the dark-haired man sputtered and sat straight up brought him more joy than it probably should have. “Good morning!”

“F-fucking hillbilly,” Javier cursed as he pulled the hem of his shirt up to wipe his face.

“Get your ass in the shower and I won’t tell Con that you didn’t eat her food she left you.” When his friend paused long enough to lower his shirt and glare at him, Steve continued. “I’m not fuckin’ around, Javi.”

The two men stood at odds of one another, but the blond refused to relent. Javier shoved his now soaking wet hair back from where it was plastered to his face and nodded. He stood with a groan and gave Steve his middle finger as he trudged to the bathroom at the end of the hall.

“Missed you, too, bud!” Steve cupped his hands around his mouth in a mock yell after the other man’s retreating form. It was going to be a long road to getting his partner back to his usual self, but the natural place to start was with some no-strings-attached pussy.

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nocturnal-milk-dud · 3 years

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Black Lace and Wine: Working Relationships

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Pairing: Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader

Summary: Working in the field brings some new challenges.

Rating: R (I rate on a chapter to chapter basis, is that the right thing to do? idk)

Warnings/notes: swearing; mentions of violence; mentions of blood; some smooches; sexual references; i did some googling but ultimately i know nothing of crime scene investigation bye;

Word count: 1435

“So was that Nick you were talking to?” Tony asked as he followed the car at a distance.

“Just shut the fuck up and drive,” Borracho said. He tilted his phone to quickly and discreetly admire the picture you sent him, rolling his lips back on themselves and running his tongue over them.

“I’m just saying, if you plan on fucking Nick in the office, please just warn us ahead of time, nobody wants to see that.” Borracho shook his head and locked his phone, sliding it into his pocket. The two men were silent for a time, focusing their attention on the target.

“Never thought Nick would be a bottom,” Z mused after a moment.

“Jesus Christ,” Borracho said, letting out a weary sigh.

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You were called to a crime scene as you were getting ready to leave the office for the night.

“No,” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut and slumping forward onto your desk. The address you’d been given was for a residential area and you knew what you’d find before you even got there.

When you arrived, the home had already been roped off. You got your protective gear on and joined the rest of your team.

“Let’s be quick and smart about this, people,” your boss called. “LASD will be here soon and I want to deal with O’Brien as little as possible.” You were tasked with photographing the scene and you got your gear, meeting with your boss beyond the crime scene tape.

“Same as the last one,” she said. Which meant that Z and Borracho’s stakeout had been a bust--their one good lead had gone up in smoke. Nick would be pissed. “Ransacked the house, but they don’t know what he took yet. He locked the husband and wife in the master bathroom, knocked the husband out. EMS already left with them.”

“I’ll start with the house,” you said, “meet them at the hospital later.”

“Be thorough,” she said.

“Always.”

You took your time, working around the perimeter of the house first with a flashlight guiding you. You would make your way around again when it got light out, but you couldn’t risk missing anything at that moment. You found what you believed to be the point of entry, the lock on the back door broken, and a solid footprint in the garden soil, something you hadn’t found at any of the crime scenes before. You had been able to put these cases out of your mind, even as the number continued to grow. You wondered how much longer you’d be able to. You took picture after picture of the inside of the house, not knowing what was normal for the couple and what had changed after the invasion. Some things were obvious though, such as the contents of drawers strewn across the floor, chairs flipped over on their backs, the dried blood on the bathroom floor.

When you finally finished, you stepped out the front door to see Nick arguing with your boss in the driveway, Borracho trying to mediate. Behind them stood Connors, Zapata, and Henderson, looking at each other like awkward children. You pulled off your hood, already feeling like it was pinching your head, and crouched down by your case, prepping for the second round as the rest of your team headed inside. You looked up as Tony came to stand at your side.

“I see they’re already getting into it,” you said, shutting your case and straightening up, letting your camera rest around your neck by the strap.

“Yeah, they don’t waste time,” he said. “Coffee?” Tony held out a cup to you and you looked from it to him skeptically.

“Really?” you asked, reaching out for it.

“Yeah, well, don’t think I did it on purpose, they gave me decaf. And after sitting in a car all night…” Tony shrugged.

“Ugh, so I get your decaf castoff,” you said, begrudgingly taking the coffee.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.” Tony winked at you and you gave him a smile over the top of the cup. The two of you watched as Borracho managed to pull Nick away from your boss, and she looked like five years had been etched onto her face.

“Yikes,” you whispered. You could understand the man’s frustration, but what good was taking it out on the people he worked with? Borracho’s eyes met yours as he followed Nick back towards the others, and you felt your cheeks bloom with heat. After a few more minutes of waiting, your boss stepped out from the front door and waved all of you in.

Your feet hurt, and your eyes were tight and dry. Pretending the coffee Tony had given you was caffeinated only got you so far.

“You look like shit,” your boss said, nudging your shoulder.

“Good, I look how I feel,” you said, stifling a yawn.

“You done here?” she asked.

“Yeah, I wanna get another look at the perimeter in daylight though. And I still have to photograph the victims.”

“You can’t drive yourself.”

“I’ll take her,” Tony said, cutting in before you could respond. You looked up in surprise, your eyes flitting from him to Borracho, who had also been paying attention. “I have to get a statement from the victims. Two birds and all that.” Was it your imagination, or did Borracho roll his eyes?

You stripped yourself of your protective gear and slid in the passenger seat of Tony’s car, feeling like you could fall asleep right then and there. You heard the driver’s side door shut and the engine start.

“Stop for coffee on the way there,” you grumbled, “and no decaf this time.”

You hated photographing injuries. You felt like you could never be kind enough, gentle enough, and the fact that their injuries would be revisited and forever documented made you feel ill. It was easier with a partner, and though Tony’s job was in no way easier, he had a calming demeanor that pleasantly surprised you, and the whole process was over quickly, both of you getting what you needed.

“Hey, I’m sorry about the stakeout, by the way,” you said as the two of you headed back to Tony’s car.

“It happens,” he said, with a half-hearted shrug. “I got to hear Borracho say some very dirty things to his girlfriend over the phone, though, so, silver lining.” He chuckled, getting into the car and you screamed internally, letting your face break into a brief expression of horror before climbing into the passenger seat.

“How did you know about the stakeout?” Tony asked after a moment.

“Oh, uh, Murph mentioned it,” you said, trying not to panic, “said it was part of the reason Nick was so pissed.”

“Yeah, dude’s been a little high-strung lately.” You nodded, deciding it was safer if you just kept your mouth shut.

The sun was starting to cast a pale light over the quiet city streets as Tony drove back to the crime scene. You checked weather reports, grateful that by all accounts it would be a clear day, giving you plenty of time to do another pass around the house. When the two of you got back, you thanked Tony for the ride and headed for the trunk of your car to retrieve your gear. A hand came down over yours as you reached for the handle and you looked up to see Borracho standing in front of you.

“Were you fucking with me about Z?” he asked. The corner of your mouth turned up in a grin and you looked around, making sure no one was paying attention. You hooked a finger through his belt loop and tugged him close.

“You really wanna do this here?” you asked. Borracho pressed his body against yours, pinning you against your car and your whole body felt like it was on fire, having never achieved any release the night before. His hand slid up to your neck, his thumb resting at the base, and he looked at you expectantly, still wanting an answer.

“I didn’t take those pictures for anybody,” you said. “I was drunk, I was feeling good, you got lucky.” As you spoke, your fingers curled around the collar of his jacket and you pulled him in for a kiss, moaning when he bit your lip.

“Borracho!” Nick’s voice startled the two of you out of the moment and out of the kiss.

“Fuck,” Borracho muttered, stepping away, his fingers brushing along yours, and you stood there wondering if the two of you would ever have an uninterrupted moment together.

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starryknight09 · 3 years

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Surprise?

Febuwhump Day 27: identity reveal

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“Hey do you want to come over tonight?” Ned asked as they stood at their lockers, shoving their books into their backpacks.

“I can’t. It’s a Friday remember?” Peter said, feeling kind of bad. He knew he’d been neglecting Ned lately with everything that was going on in his life. Juggling decathlon, school, homework, Spiderman, and his internship made it seem like there was just never enough time in the day, or week for that matter, for all the stuff he needed to get done.

“So?” Ned frowned.

“I have my Stark internship on Fridays.” He reminded him.

“Oh right.” Ned nodded as they walked down the hallway toward the school doors. “So, are you going to tell Mr. Stark about you know what today?”

“Um no.” He winced. He’d applied for the Stark internship on a whim a year ago and had actually gotten it. The day he’d found out he was going to be interning directly under Tony Stark, he’d almost wet himself, but after almost a year of working with him, that had definitely faded. As Mr. Stark would say, he sassed him more than he complimented him now.

When he’d gotten bit by the radioactive spider six months ago, he’d thought about telling Mr. Stark about his new powers, but by then they’d grown close enough that he was worried Mr. Stark wouldn’t allow him to keep being Spiderman if he found out. And then Ben had died. And thoughts of anything else had gone out the window.

“Peter.” Ned chastised. “It’s been weeks. You should just tell him. He’s going to figure it out soon anyway.”

“Not necessarily. Spiderman’s been around for the last six months and Mr. Stark hasn’t figured it out yet.” Peter hedged. Ok, so realistically he knew Mr. Stark would eventually figure it out, but he’d been extra careful ever since the man had started up his hunt to find out who Spiderman was. Besides, Peter had an advantage. He worked directly with his enemy, so he was always one step ahead of him and Mr. Stark had no idea.

“Yeah he’s been around for six months, but Mr. Stark has only been looking for him for the last three weeks.” Ned argued. “He’s getting closer and you know it.”

Peter did know it. On Wednesday Mr. Stark had shown him a clip of Spiderman swinging into an abandoned alleyway to change. His mentor had been so sure he’d had him, but then a garbage truck had driven by the entrance of the alleyway just as Peter was leaving in his street clothes, luckily obscuring his identity. Mr. Stark had sworn up a blue streak and Peter had made a mental note to be much more cognizant of city cameras whenever he was getting in and out of the suit.

“But if I tell him who I am then it’ll take all the fun out of it for him.” Peter smirked. He’d known Mr. Stark long enough to know that as much as he kept complaining about ‘this webhead’ he was enjoying the challenge of it. Peter didn’t want to spoil it for him. At least that’s what he’d been telling himself the last few weeks ever since Mr. Stark had told him he wanted his help to find Spiderman.

“You’re playing with fire dude.” Ned warned as they passed through the school doors to outside.

“Why? What’s he going to do to me if he finds out?” Peter said with false bravado. “Ground me? He’s not my dad.”

“Does he know that though?” Ned joked. “Didn’t he pack you a lunch for school when you stayed over at his place last week?”

“Yeah.”

“And didn’t he spend all day watching a Star Wars marathon with you last weekend when he doesn’t even like Star Wars?”

Peter made a face. Ok, so Ned kind of had a point.

“And don’t him and your aunt have like coffee dates every month now just to talk about you?”

“Ok ok I get it.”

“So how do you think he’s going to react when he finds out you’ve been keeping this from him?” Ned asked.

“He’s going to be pissed.” He decided.

“Right.” Ned nodded. “And do you think he’ll be more or less pissed if he finds out on his own instead of you telling him about it?”

“Definitely more.” Peter agreed.

“Ok so you agree you should tell him today.”

“No.”

“Peter!” Ned shook his head. “You’re hopeless.”

“It’s all a moot point anyway. He’s not going to find out.”

“Hopeless and in denial.” Ned said.

Peter rolled his eyes.

“Whatever dude. It’s your funeral. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Ned clapped him on the shoulder and turned to start walking home. “Text me if you want to hang out this weekend.”

“I will.” Peter said and made his way toward the nondescript Audi waiting for him.

“Hey Happy.” He greeted the man behind the steering wheel as he crawled in. Or as he liked to think of him, not-so-Happy.

Happy didn’t respond to his greeting as he started driving away, but Peter still liked to think he was slowly growing on the man.

“Guess what we did in chemistry today? Our teacher said—”

“I’ll give you this snickers bar if you don’t talk for the next ten minutes.” Happy interrupted, holding up said candy bar as proof.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Ok.” He stared out the window. The man was bringing him candy now. He was definitely growing on him.

**********

Ned was wrong. Mr. Stark didn’t figure out Spiderman’s identity that week. Or even the week after. Or the week after that. Although Peter did have another close call with a traffic camera he didn’t know was installed nearby when he’d taken his mask off to deal with a bloody nose. In the intervening weeks, he’d thought more seriously about coming clean to his mentor because Mr. Stark was getting a little obsessive and it was making Peter’s life a lot harder. He had to completely avoid the area near his apartment now because Tony had come up with an algorithm to track where Spiderman was sighted and he was using it as a tool to try to narrow in on his possible residence. Admittedly smart, but super annoying for Peter because now he had to walk at least ten blocks home every night after Spidermanning. And his mentor had even figured out the components of his web fluid, although he hadn’t been able to successfully reverse engineer it yet. Part of Peter felt a spark of pride at that even though some of his Mr. Stark’s failure might’ve been his fault. He’d been trying his hardest to slow him down. But now that his mentor knew the web fluid materials, he was looking for people who had bought large quantities of those exact chemicals. At least Peter was safe in that regard, he still mooched everything from his chemistry class. But by now even Peter had to admit it was only a matter of time before Mr. Stark thought of something even Peter couldn’t foresee or deter.

Ned had been on his case the past week about telling the man and Peter was seriously considering it for the first time.

“Hey Mr. Stark!” He greeted as he walked into the man’s lab, feeling his usual flash of wonder. After a year, having access to Tony Stark’s private lab still hadn’t gotten old.

“Hey Mr. Parker.” His mentor said, spinning in his desk chair to face him. “How many more times am I going to have to tell you to call me Tony?”

Peter shrugged. Honestly, he did it now solely because he knew it annoyed him. “What are you doing?” He asked, sidestepping the question and pointing to the holoscreens Mr. Stark had pulled up over his desk.

Mr. Stark narrowed his eyes at him as if trying to decide whether or not to push the name thing, but after a moment he twirled back to face the screens, letting it go. “I’m hacking into a bodega’s security camera.”

Peter walked over to him, dropping his backpack on the ground next to the desk with the weight of the knowledge that it held the suit of the very vigilante Mr. Stark was looking for. He stared at the screens over the man’s shoulder. They looked oddly familiar. “Why?”

“Because I’ve finally got the little pipsqueak.” Mr. Stark said with eager excitement.

“What are you talking about? Because you’re starting to sound a little supervillainy...” Peter joked.

“Spiderman.” Mr. Stark answered. “I finally got him.”

Peter’s heart leapt into his chest as he asked nervously, “You did? Um h-how?”

“He repeatedly patrols around this area.” Mr. Stark explained and pointed to the corresponding area on the map of Queens. The part right by Mr. Delmar’s shop. Oh shit. He hadn’t thought of that and he thought he’d been so careful. “Ever since I realized it, I’ve had FRIDAY continuously scanning the traffic cameras and we got lucky. She caught him going into this alleyway here.” Mr. Stark pointed to the alley on the screen. “Now watch. A minute later someone comes out.”

Peter watched himself exit the alleyway with his navy hoodie pulled up over his head to obscure his face. He breathed a silent sigh of relief. There was no way you could tell that was him.

“Now, I know you can’t see his face, and I couldn’t get a good enough angle from any other cameras in the area, but I managed to follow him the next three blocks to this bodega. I screened the footage from outside of it for the previous hour before he goes in, and if I’m right, it should be completely empty except for him.”

Yeah, that tracked. No one had been in there when he’d visited Mr. Delmar and Murph yesterday.

“So?” He asked, sensing Mr. Stark was waiting for him to do so.

“So my young grasshopper, whoever this guy is goes in with his hood up, but when he comes out ten minutes later, look.” Mr. Stark pointed to the screen. “His hood is still up but the strings around it aren’t pulled tight anymore which means…”

“He took it off in the store.” Peter mumbled in shock. He had taken it off in the store. He’d thought he was safe, and he hadn’t wanted Mr. Delmar to think he was being a weirdo punk.

“He took it off in the store.” Mr. Stark repeated with satisfaction. “So, if I can hack into the bodega’s security footage, I can finally figure out exactly who this little twerp is that’s been evading me these past couple months.”

“Uh huh.” He said distractedly as he tried to figure out a way out of this, but no ideas came to mind. Shit. He never should’ve stopped for a sandwich yesterday during patrol. It didn’t matter how hungry he’d been or how good they tasted.

Mr. Stark continued typing away and moment later declared, “Ah ha! I’m in.”

“Um Mr. Stark, there’s something I need to tell you.” Peter tried to nervously interject, but his mentor was in the zone. Peter could’ve been screaming he was on fire and Mr. Stark wouldn’t have heard him.

“Get ready to be amazed kid.” Mr. Stark said, cocky as hell as he brought up the footage from the camera behind Mr. Delmar’s counter. “It’s finally time to see exactly who you are Spiderman.”

“Uh…” He really needed to say something or do something or—

Too late. The feed from Mr. Delmar’s camera came up on the screen. He froze. There was Mr. Delmar, and Murph lying on the counter, and there he was walking in with his hood over his head. Shit. His hand moved up to his hood. It was a lot like watching a train wreck in slow motion. And his hood was off. His profile wasn’t very descript, but he knew any second he’d turn toward Mr. Delmar and be facing the camera straight on. And yep. There he was. In all his idiot glory.

“Wait.” Mr. Stark frowned and leaned closer to the screen as if he didn’t believe his eyes. “That looks like…”

Peter winced and a split second later Mr. Stark whirled to face him, face showing absolute shock.

“You.” Mr. Stark accused and then said in disbelief. “It’s you.”

He fake shrugged, holding his hands out, palms up. “Surprise?”

“What the f—”

“I’m sorry!”

Mr. Stark stood from his chair so fast it fell over backward. He pointed a finger at him. “You’re Spiderman? This whole time I’ve been looking for him and he’s been in my own lab? My very own intern?”

“Um, it looks like it?”

“Don’t be cute. Yes or no.”

“Yes.” He nodded, backing up as Mr. Stark slowly advanced toward him. Peter’s eyes widened. “I was going to tell you! I was! But then I just…didn’t?”

“You were helping me look for him!”

Peter made a considering face. “Well, I was pretending to? But really I was trying to stay one step ahead of you.”

He bumped into his desk chair and fell into it. Tony stood over him, arms crossed, still looking more than a little angry.

“How. Did. This. Happen?” Tony ground out.

“Um, remember that field to Oscorp that I went on about six months ago that you said I shouldn’t go on?” Peter asked nervously.

“Yes.”

“Turns out you were right.” He said as he nodded.

“What?”

“I uh got bit by a radioactive spider, and it made me so sick I thought I was dying, but then I woke up and I was this.” He gestured at his body.

Mr. Stark’s eyes narrowed at him.

“Oh. Um.” He lifted his shirt so Mr. Stark could see his perfectly chiseled six pack abs.

“Jesus kid.” Mr. Stark shook his head.

“Oh and I lied about getting contacts. I didn’t. I just don’t need glasses anymore. The bite fixed all of that. And I don’t have allergies or asthma anymore either, so you can update that on my employee form if you want.”

“Yes because that’s what’s important right now.” Mr. Stark scoffed.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated although it seemed like Mr. Stark’s anger was cooling. He didn’t look like he was about to have an aneurysm anymore. “I should’ve told you when you started looking for Spiderman. I know I wasted your time.”

“No! You should’ve told me six months ago when it first happened!” Mr. Stark yelled. Ok, so maybe he was still pretty mad. “You thought you were dying and you didn’t tell anyone? And then you woke up with superpowers and you still didn’t tell anyone?”

“Yeah, that’s the gist of it.” He grimaced.

Mr. Stark put his hand over his face as she shook his head. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before dropping his hand and meeting Peter’s gaze to ask, “So no one knows?”

“Well, um, Ned knows because he caught me sneaking into my room as Spiderman, and now…you know.” Peter answered.

“May doesn’t know?”

“No.” He shook his head vehemently.

“Of course not.” Mr. Stark scoffed. “Because why would you tell a responsible adult you’re going out at all hours of the night to fight criminals. Jesus.” Mr. Stark shook his head again in disbelief. “You’re going out at all hours of the night to fight criminals. Well that ends today.”

“No!” Peter shot to his feet and raised his chin as he faced Mr. Stark unflinchingly. “I’m not going to stop! And you can’t make me!” He knew the wording made him sound like a petulant child but he didn’t care.

Mr. Stark raised his eyebrows at him in challenge and Peter had to force himself to stand tall and not wither under his gaze. Sometimes he forgot Mr. Stark was Ironman, Tony Stark, but at times like these, getting stared down by the man, he remembered.

Mr. Stark shook his head and said, “You’re fourteen years old.”

“I’m fifteen! And I know you know that! You got me a birthday present.” He accused. “Besides, I’ve been doing this for six months and I’ve been fine. I’m not going to stop now. And this is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you! I knew you’d go all nuts about it!”

“Yes because not wanting to let a child run around in the middle of the night fighting crime is nuts.” Mr. Stark rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a child!”

Mr. Stark frowned and the next second he suddenly spun on his heels and marched over to where he’d left his backpack, lifting it up to his desk and opening it.

“Hey that’s mine!” Peter protested, hurrying over to him but it was too late. Mr. Stark fished out his Spiderman suit from the bottom of it and held it out.

“This? This is what you fight crime in? It’s a onesie!”

“No it’s not.” He frowned. He’d put a lot of work into making that. He didn’t appreciate Mr. Stark making fun of it.

“What is it then?”

“My super suit.” He smiled.

“We are never watching The Incredibles again.” Mr. Stark shook his head. “And what are these?” His mentor asked, holding up his goggles to his own eyes. “How the hell do you even see anything through these?”

Peter snatched them from his hands. “They help. Ever since I got my powers all my senses are have been dialed to eleven. There’s way too much input. Those help me filter it out and focus.”

Mr. Stark frowned, looking at him in a way he never had before, like there might be something wrong with him, which didn’t make any sense. He’d never once looked at weak, little, half blind, asthmatic Peter Parker the way he was now looking at Spiderman. Peter didn’t like it.

Mr. Stark dropped his suit to his desk with a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “So let me get this straight, you got bit by a radioactive spider, almost died but didn’t, woke up with super powers and then decided to sew a onesie and start swinging around town fighting crime?”

“Um, yeah.”

“Tell me why. Why are you doing this?” The man ordered and Peter could tell this was important.

“Because…when you can do the things I can and you don’t and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you.” He explained solemnly and tried not to think of his uncle lying limp on the concrete, bleeding out.

Mr. Stark sighed and dropped back down into his desk chair, resting a fist over his mouth as he examined Peter.

Peter tried not to fidget under the scrutiny.

“If I let you do this, we’re doing it my way.” Mr. Stark finally spoke.

“Yes!” Peter thrust his arms in the air and then threw himself at Mr. Stark to hug him. “Thank Mr. Stark! Thank you!”

Mr. Stark patted his back awkwardly. “Yeah. All right. All right. Don’t thank me yet. There are going to be ground rules. A lot of ground rules. And a curfew.”

“Aw come on.” Peter complained as he pulled away.

“And I don’t want to hear any sass about it, because you can say I can’t stop you all you want, but you and I both know I can.” Mr. Stark held a finger up at him in warning. It was true. He did know. “First of all, I’m going to make you a suit.”

“Really?” His eyes went wide.

“Really. You’re in dire need of an upgrade. I can’t let you keep swinging around town in this.” Mr. Stark poked at his super suit as if was a stinky pile of garbage.

“It’s not that bad…” He argued but the thought of having a suit built for him by Mr. Stark made him want to jump up and down in excitement.

“And I’m telling May.” Mr. Stark said.

“No! Please Mr. Stark, you can’t tell her!”

“She needs to know kid. You’re her responsibility and you’re out there risking your life.”

“Risking my life is kind of an exaggeration. I mean I don’t do that many dangerous things. I’m more like the friendly neighborhood spiderman.”

“I saw a video of you webbing up bank robbers last week. They were shooting at you. Very real bullets. Very real life risking danger.” Mr. Stark said, not amused. A second later he frowned as he stared off in the distance at the wall behind Peter, looking like he was deep in thought.

“Uh, Mr. Stark?” Peter prompted.

“Just replaying in my head all those videos I’ve seen of you doing stupidly dangerous stunts.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “They’re not that bad.”

Mr. Stark arched an eyebrow at him.

“Please don’t tell May.” He pleaded. “If she knows she’s going to freak out and then I’m going to freak out and she doesn’t need this kind of stress right now, not after…” He trailed off, not wanting to talk about his uncle’s death. He could tell Mr. Stark understood though because he made the face everyone made whenever Peter mentioned Ben these days.

Mr. Stark ran a hand down his face and nodded. “Ok fine.”

“Thank you!”

“But I reserve the right to change my mind at any time.”

“Fine.” Peter didn’t like it, but it was better than the alternative.

“So.” Mr. Stark sighed and slapped his thighs before standing. “That web fluid. You made that yourself?”

“Yeah.”

Mr. Stark smiled, and Peter didn’t think he was imagining the pride in his eyes. “Where’d you get the supplies?”

“Chemistry class.”

Mr. Stark snorted. “Of course you did. You want to walk me through how you make it?”

Peter grinned. “Sure.”

Huh. Maybe Ned had been right. Mr. Stark finding out hadn’t been as bad as he’d thought it would be.

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Cherry Red (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]

Title: Cherry Red Rating: Explicit Length: 4700 Warnings: Smut (Bathroom sex ‘nuff said) Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set later summer 1998. Reader’s outfit can be found here. Check out the NSFW ABCs. Summary: Javier and Reader enjoy a night out with Connie and Steve.

“Babe,” You started, using your tongue to catch the straw, taking a sip before you sat it down on the table. “What’s your favorite color?”

Javier’s brows drew together as he leaned over to give Sofía a handful of broken up animal crackers. He pursed his lips, “It depends.”

“Helpful.” You rolled your eyes, brushing your fingers through your hair as you rested your elbows on the table. “Maybe I want to buy something special…”

“Oh?” He smirked across the table at you. “Red.”

“That’s your favorite color?”

He shrugged, “You’ve got that one flannel shirt you wear.” Javier adjusted the straw in Sofía’s apple juice box, glancing back at you. “It’s red and it looks good on you.”

“I didn’t know you liked that.” You grinned a little, chewing on your bottom lip. “I don’t know if they have lumberjack chic, but I’ll check. Just for you.” You nudge his foot under the table. “You good to watch the girls for a couple minutes?”

He nodded, “Yeah, baby.”

Josie was dipping her chicken nuggets in her Szechuan Sauce, occupied with the cassette tape she was listening to. You could take her almost anywhere, so long as she had something to listen to.

Javier was already working on you about the Gameboy Color that was supposedly coming out around his birthday. He’d passed his Gameboy down to Josie — but she wasn't nearly as enthralled with it as he’d hoped. She liked her cassette tapes.

You finished your drink, rising to your feet and moving around the table to drape your arms over Javier’s shoulders, resting against his back. “Try not to pick up any women.”

Javier snorted, turning his head to kiss your cheek. “I’m only looking to pick you up, baby.”

You grinned at him as you brushed your fingers through his hair, “You know what the hot dad look does.”

“To you.”

“Nice save.” You laughed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before you pulled away.

“Will I be getting a show tonight?” He questioned, turning around as you took a few steps backwards.

“Maybe.” With a wink, you turned away from him and headed through the mall towards the lingerie store where you’d already bought a decent collection of intimates.

You were looking forward to tonight. With the busyness of summer, vacations, work, and balancing everything neither of you had had much of a chance to have an evening out with the Murphys.

Connie had been dying for a night out for the past couple weeks and everything finally aligned. Monica and Nadia had agreed to watch all four girls.

“Welcome! Can I help you find anything in particular?” The shopgirl questioned as you strolled into the store. “We have a sale on our V-String Panties.”

You snapped your fingers and laughed, “You know… I’m not into feeling like my underwear is riding up my ass all day. But I appreciate the aesthetic.”

She laughed brightly, “Well what are you looking for? Are you shopping for yourself or a special someone?”

“Well, I’m looking for my own personal comfort… But yes, I am shopping for something to entertain him.” You folded your arms across your chest, glancing around the store. “We’ve had success with everything else I’ve bought here.”

“Always happy to have a returning customer,” She offered with a smile. “If thongs aren’t your style, we have a very nice collection of lacey intimates in different cuts. Boyshort, hipster, and so forth.”

“Oh!” You hummed thoughtfully, “I suppose a boyshort cut would be nice. I’m planning on wearing this black dress of mine. It has a cute cherry print, spaghetti straps, and it lands about here.” You explained, gesturing to your mid-thigh.

“I have mad respect for you.” She told you as she guided you further into the store, towards a display of lacey underwear. “What about these?” She pointed to a pair of blue pair of lace underwear on the mannequin.

“Does it come in red?”

She bent down, pulling out the drawer beneath the display, “Here you are.”

“Thanks,” You ruffled through the drawer until you found a pair in your size. You could definitely see Javier enjoying these. Though, truth-be-told, he was easy to please.

“Now, if you’re wearing spaghetti straps, you’re going to need something strapless.” She tapped her finger against her chin, looking around the store thoughtfully. “Oh! I know. Come with me.”

You followed after the shopgirl, moving further towards the back of the store where there was a collection of bustiers on display. You made a mental note to return to purchase a few of the others on display — particularly a black lace up bustier that wouldn’t cover much. It had ribbons that were neatly placed directly over the breasts and not much else.

“I think this should go with the panties.” The girl said, holding up a cherry-red strapless bustier. “What do you think?”

“I’m in love.” You smiled, taking the bustier from her and holding it up in front of you. It was tasteful, entirely covered cups that would actually offer a little support, and the lace descended about mid-rib. “I’ll take both.”

“Great! I’ll ring you up.” She smiled.

You had a feeling that Javier was going to really enjoy the purchase.

——

“What is your secret?” Connie questioned, holding the little straw in her drink in place as she took a sip of her fruity cocktail.

You cocked your head to the side, “Which one?”

“How do you pull off this look?” She questioned, sweeping her hand over the length of your body. “Whenever I’ve attempted the mini dress look, I end up looking like a woman in her thirties who still thinks she’s a teen.”

“I just don’t give a fuck.” You admitted with a shrug. “You know how I dress at home. Sweatpants or shorts, paired with whatever tank top is clean. At work I’m rocking a power suit.” You picked up your rum runner, taking a drink. “So when we get out — I like showing a little skin.”

Your eyes wandered towards the back of the bar, where Javier and Steve were playing pool. They needed a little guy time.

“Javier likes it, doesn’t he?” Connie questioned, curling a lock of blond hair as she leaned her elbow against the table.

“Yeah,” You rolled your eyes. “But he also likes me in sweatpants.” You smoothed your hand over the skirt of your dress. “You should wear whatever you want to wear, Connie.”

“I do!” She assured you, gesturing to her own outfit. Connie rocked the mom jeans. “It’s just… Steve and I hit another dry spell and it’s driving me crazy.”

You frowned, “Shit. What happened?”

“I don’t know.” She admitted, taking another drink, before sitting it down. “And it’s not everything… we just haven’t had sex. At all. All summer.”

“Okay, but if it’s not everything…”

“It’s all the build up.” Connie explained. “That’s fine, that’s good. He’ll go down on me, but then seem like he’s not interested in actually having sex.”

You frowned, “Have you talked to him?”

“You know how he is. He’s as bad as Javier.” Connie chewed on her bottom lip. “Steve assured me that nothing’s wrong, he’s just not really in the mood.”

“Well, if he told you he isn’t in the mood that’s probably the case.” You told her, circling your thumb around the rim of your glass.

“My mother got me paranoid that there’s someone else.”

“Well, your mother should shut the fuck up.” You said bluntly. “If there’s one thing I know about Murphy, it’s that he’d bend heaven and hell to keep you in his life.”

“I just thought… maybe if I dressed more like you do.” She gestured to your outfit again. “Javier can’t keep his eyes or hands off of you.”

“We both have very different relationships.” You sat up a little straighter. Well, now you knew why Connie had been dying for a night out. She was always more comfortable having these discussions after a couple drinks.

“I know. But I want what you have. I want that passion.” Connie sighed heavily. “I just don’t understand it. Everything is so good and then he just shuts down.”

“Okay.” You pressed your tongue to the inside of your cheek. “What happens after things die down? He gets you off and then what?”

“He usually says something about not really being in the mood. He’ll kiss me for a little while longer and then we’ll go to bed or get up for the day.” She frowned, “I wish I hadn’t told my mom. She’s had me stressing about this since June.”

“Have you tried making an evening of it?” You questioned, your brows drawn together. “He might be genuinely stressed with everything that’s been changing in your lives. He quit the DEA after like fifteen years.”

“We’ve been so busy this summer.”

“Then that is your problem.” You took another sip of your drink. “You’ve both been busy. I mean, at least he’s been trying to meet your needs.” You pointed out. “Props to Murph.”

Connie dragged her fingers through her hair, laughing nervously. “And what if that’s not the problem?”

“Then you talk to him.” You told her, “And maybe go see Nancy. She helped Javier and I get over our own dry spell.”

“Go buy some sexy lingerie.” You told her, glancing around to make sure no one was watching the two of you. You flipped up the skirt of your dress, showing off your red lace covered hip.

“Oh my God!” Connie covered her mouth and laughed. “That’s gorgeous!”

You smirked at her, “I bet you Steve would lose his shit if you undressed and had on some sexy lingerie.”

“I definitely don’t have anything like that in my dresser.”

“But really, you should also talk to him.” You insisted, glancing back at where the guys were. They appeared to be having a similarly serious conversation. “I’m sure he’s got his own concerns.”

“I would love to prove my mother wrong.” Connie laughed quietly, shaking her head. “She’s never really liked Steve.”

“Didn’t she stay with you guys this summer? I wouldn’t be in the mood if my in-laws didn’t like me.”

Connie grimaced, “God, I’m glad I have you to talk me off the ledge.”

“You can always call me, Connie. Or meet up for coffee. You don’t have to drink to talk sex with me.” You shrugged a shoulder, taking another sip of your drink. “Why don’t we go check on the guys?”

“Okay.” Connie finished off her drink, pausing for a second, before she slid out of the booth and followed you towards the back of the bar.

“Having fun?” You questioned, taking a drink of your rum runner before sitting it on the ledge of the pool table, putting a little sway in your step as you approached Javier.

Javier slid his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side, “Steve’s still shit at pool.”

“Of course he is.” You snorted, shaking your head as you set your eyes on Steve. You watched him and Connie carefully, analyzing the way they interacted with each other. Same as they always had. You leaned up to whisper in Javi’s ear, “Please tell me Steve was asking you for advice too.”

His shoulders sagged with relief, “Yes. Connie too?”

You nodded, “I figured tonight was a motivated evening.”

Javier chuckled, “They’ll be fine.” He ran his hand over the small of your back, before his hand moved lower and he slipped it under the hem of your skirt, giving your ass a squeeze.

“Javi.” You laughed, pressing your face against his chest, snaking your arm around his waist. “Behave.”

“It’s been driving me crazy wondering what you have on under this.”

You smirked, “I think you’ll enjoy it.” You pulled away from him then, gesturing to the pool table. “Let’s get another round of drinks and play a game.”

Connie made a face, “I’m bad at this game sober.”

“That’s why it’s fun.”

“I’ll get the drinks.” Javier said, pressing a kiss to the back of your head before he headed for the bar.

You grabbed two cue sticks from the stand, passing one to Connie. “Good news.” You told her, “I think things are going to be just fine.”

“Really?” She smiled brightly.

“What are you ladies talking about?” Steve questioned, wrapping his arm around Connie as he swung the rack in his other hand.

“How badly team Peña is going to kick your ass.” You grinned triumphantly, taking the rack from him and moving back to the table to set up the balls.

“Team Peña? Did ya’ll get married and forget to tell us?” Steve teased.

“And we had a secret son and named him Stephen Murphy. I’m sorry you had to find out this way.” You deadpanned.

Javier returned with the drinks, “What did I just walk in on?” He questioned, passing you your drink.

“I was telling Steve about our secret son.”

“Oh, right.” Javier took a sip of his whiskey. “Stephen Murphy.”

Steve looked between the two of you, “How do you do that?”

“Do what?” Javier questioned.

“Just know what the other was doing?”

You shrugged, tilting your head to look at Javier. “I chalk it up to eleven years of healthy banter. We’re on the same wavelength.” You bumped your hip against his, before you took a sip.

“Let me guess,” Javier scratched at the back of his neck. “Some shit about our secret marriage?”

Connie laughed, “Oh. My. God.”

You grinned, “Yep!”

“Figured.” He sat his glass down on the pool table, moving to grab his discarded cue stick. “We playing?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Steve answered, exchanging a look with Connie.

You and Javier absolutely killed the Murphy’s at pool. Three rounds in and you were still the victors. Nailing pocket after pocket with ease.

“I’m starting to think you’re cheating.” Steve remarked, looking between the two of you.

“You can’t cheat at pool, bud.” You quipped, blowing off the extra blue chalk on the tip of Javier’s cue stick. “At least not easily.”

Javier’s hand found its way under the hem of your dress again, giving your ass a playful squeeze. He was making it increasingly difficult to focus on the game. Not that you weren’t intentionally bending over to show off the hint of lace that laid beneath your skirt.

You shot him a look, only to be met with a suggestive raise of his brows.

“Why don’t you buy us another round of drinks.” You suggested, “You know… losers buy drinks.”

Steve narrowed his eyes, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Javier grinned, curling his arm around your waist. “Come on, Murphy. Don’t act surprised.”

“I’m not. That’s the sad part.” He turned towards Connie, “You want another drink, sweetheart?”

“I’d like that.” She smiled hopefully, “And… maybe we could dance.”

Steve nodded slowly, “That sounds nice.”

“Come on,” You said, taking Javier’s hand into yours. “They need some alone time, anyway.”

“Yeah, they’ve got some shit to work out.” Javier agreed, following after you through the crowd, back to the hallway that led to the bathroom.

One of the bathrooms was occupied, but upon trying the second door knob you found it unlocked and empty.

“I had this whole plan of showing off the lingerie when we got home.” You told him, watching as he locked the door behind him. “I guess I should’ve known we wouldn’t be able to control ourselves.”

Javier arched a brow at you, “What did you think was gonna happen, baby? You wear this dress and spend all night bending over…” He crowded close to you, his hands sliding up your outer thighs, until he curled his hands around your hips. “Your ass looks divine.”

“You think my ass looks divine in sweatpants.” You poked him in the chest, before you slid your hand up to curl around the back of his neck.

“Maybe I just like your ass,” Javier’s hand slid around, giving your asscheek a squeeze before he swiftly smacked it. You were just this side of tipsy and entirely unable to control the yelp that escaped you.

“It’s a pretty good ass.” You laughed, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Hmm?”

You lowered your voice, leaning in close to him. “I like your ass too.”

He rolled his eyes, “Oh, fuck off.’

You laughed, sliding both of your arms over his shoulders as you pressed close to him. “It’s the truth.” You grinned, leaning up to kiss him.

Javier’s tongue invaded your mouth, sliding over your tongue, before sweeping over the roof of your mouth. You chased after his lips as he drew back, his gaze dark with desire as he met yours. “Turn around, baby.”

You didn’t even hesitate, turning around to face your reflection in the mirror. You glanced over your shoulder, watching as Javier worked the zipped down your spine, revealing bare skin and the cherry-red bustier that stood out against your skin.

“Look at you.” Javier drawled out, peeling the thin fabric of your dress down your torso. He held your gaze in the mirror as you leaned back against his chest. “Fuck.”

“I thought you’d like it.” You remarked, tilting your head back to kiss his jaw. Javier was transfixed on your reflection and you watched the way his hand trailed over your ribs, tracing the lacey lines of the fabric that was wrapped around you.

“I fucking love it.” He told you, his hands sliding downwards, pushing your dress down your hips to reveal the red lace covering your there. “You were gonna make me wait until we got back home to show me this, baby?”

You nodded, reaching behind you to curl your fingers around the back of his head, playing with his hair. “Had to make you work for it.” You pointedly ground your ass back against him, smirking as you felt his stiffened cock. “Baby, did you bring your cue stick in here?”

Javier chuckled, the sound turning into a soft growl as he pressed his mouth into the crook of your neck. “So fucking mouthy. I should put that mouth to use.” He drawled out, cupping your jaw as he held your gaze in the mirror. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, watching as your tongue darted out to tease it.

“You could…” You arched a brow at him. “But I think you want more than that.” You rocked back against him, “Don’t you, Javi?”

Javier’s lips found your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he kissed you there, before dragging his mouth back down your neck. “You’re right, baby. You can’t wear this shit and not expect me to want to fuck you.”

You inhaled sharply as he roughly grabbed at your hips, holding you steady as he took a step backwards. You watched him in the mirror as his eyes raked over you. “Like something you see?” You teased, swaying your hips from side-to-side.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of the lace, dragging them down your hips. “I like everything I see.” Javier told you, crowding close to you again. He worked his hand in between you and the bathroom sink, his fingers slipping between your thighs.

You bit down on your bottom lip, rocking back against his covered cock as his fingers cupped your cunt. “Feel that?”

“Fuck. Baby, you’re soaking wet.” He said as he dragged his finger between your slick folds. “Goddamn it.”

“Well someone kept eyefucking me during pool. I’m sorry.” You shot back with a wicked smirk as you met his gaze in the mirror. “What’s a girl to do?”

Javier abandoned his teasing, his hands moving to unzip his jeans, shoving them and his boxers down his hips. “Indeed.”

You let him maneuver you into position, arching your back as you widened your stance, knuckles going white as you clenched at the edge of the sink for support. There was very little foreplay in these scenarios. And you loved it.

The haste, the need, the desperation.

You cried out — thankful that the bar was noisy and crowded and no one would care if someone was getting fucked in the bathroom. His cock filled you completely, buried within you from root to tip.

“Watch yourself, baby.” He told you, rocking his hips forward roughly, urging you to open your eyes and watch as he fucked you. “Wish you could see just how good you look on my cock.” He told you, fingers winding into your hair as he held fast to you and fucked you.

You moaned, grabbing onto the faucet as you lurched forward. “Javier.” You hissed out through clenched teeth as he kept repeatedly driving into that sweet spot within you. His cock hitting the deepest spots that had you seeing stars.

Javier’s fingers curled loosely around your throat, pulling you back against his chest so you only had his arm to cling to for support as he rocked into you, burying the full length of his cock into you with every thrust. You were lost to the pleasure of it all.

Even the way your nipples pebbled beneath the lace, the way his arm kept rubbing over them as he kept his hand securely wrapped around your throat. It was all overwhelming.

“Want you to come for me.” Javier urged, his lips close to your ear as he spoke. “I want you to come for me, baby. Come on my cock.”

Your body clenched in response to his words, your cunt tightening like a vice around his cock as he kept slamming into you. You were right on the cusp, teetering right on the edge. You could feel it throbbing deep within you, your release ready to wash through you.

“That’s it, baby.” Javier rasped out, “Want you to come for me so I can fill that pretty little pussy of yours.” He reached downwards, his fingers seeking out that little bundle of nerves just above where his cock was driving into you. “Love knowing I’m dripping out of you.”

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. You cried out, the sound muffled by his hand as he wrapped it around your mouth. Your body clenched around him, but still he didn’t stop thrusting into you until he found his own release. Your cunt milked it from him, inner walls pulsing around his cock as he spilled into you.

And only then did he slow down his pace, hips rolling languidly as he guided you both through the afterglow of your releases. Your legs shook from exhaustion as Javier pulled out of you, quick to pull the lacey red underwear back up your thighs. Putting them back into place.

“Holy shit.” You panted out, hand to your chest as you felt your thundering heartbeat beneath your palm. “Why is bathroom sex… so good?”

“Wish I knew.” He chuckled lowly as he tucked his cock back into his boxers and zipping his jeans closed once more. It was unfair how easily he could look composed and you felt like you looked thoroughly fucked. Mostly because you had been. Your inner walls were still fluttering in response to just how thoroughly he’d fucked you.

Javier arched a brow at your reflection, “You good, baby?”

You nodded your head slowly, “A little out of breath.” You admitted, pulling your dress back up your body. “Do you mind?”

He stepped towards you, pulling your zipper up your back as he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck. “I like the lingerie.” He remarked, resting his hands at your hips as he propped his chin up on your shoulder — meeting your gaze in the mirror.

You bit down on your bottom lip, laughing softly as you sank back against him with a sigh. “I’m glad.” You reached behind you, stroking his cheek lovingly. “I love you.”

He grinned at you as he curled an arm around your waist, keeping you pressed close to him. “I love you too.” Javier pressed his lips to your cheek. “We should get back out there.”

“Like they don’t know where we went.” You snorted, turning around in his embrace so you could lean up to kiss him. “Is everything okay with Steve?”

Javier rolled his eyes, “I love our pillow talk.” He deadpanned, giving your hip a squeeze. “Yeah, he’s good. He’s just working through some shit.”

“Well, Connie’s mother thinks he’s cheating on her.”

He narrowed his eyes, “Connie’s mother is part of the problem.”

“I told her to talk to him.”

“Good.” Javier shrugged his shoulders. “I told him the same shit. I reamed him out for letting it go on as long as he has.”

“They’ll be okay though, right?”

“If they talk. Yeah.” He nodded. “Never thought we’d be the ones giving relationship advice.”

“Oh how the tables have turned.” You laughed, checking your reflection in the mirror before you moved towards the bathroom door. “Personally, I think Connie’s jealous that they don’t have this—” You gestured in between the two of them. “But they’re both very…”

“Vanilla?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ll be proud.” Javier told you, slipping his hand into yours. “I told him they should experiment.” Your brows shot upwards. “Don’t get too excited. I just told him they should mix it up.”

You grinned at him, “Well that’s something. I told Connie to buy some sexy clothes.”

“Hopefully they work things out,” He squeezed your hand tightly as you headed back out into the main area of the bar.

You scanned the crowd, spotting Connie and Steve slow dancing to some sappy song with the rest of the couples on the dance floor. They seemed to be having a good time. And as much fun as it was to hangout with them — they needed alone time.

“I’m gonna go close out the tab,” You told Javier as you turned towards him.

“Yeah.” Javier nodded, releasing his hold on your hand and running his fingers down your spine. “Works for me, baby. I’ll be at the table.”

You headed over to the bar, flagging down the bartender to close out your tab.

“Here you go.” The bartender said as he sat a drink down in front of you.

“I’m actually closing out my tab.” You explained.

“I know,” He shrugged, passing you your receipt.

“Okay.” Your brows furrowed, following the bartender’s line of sight as a younger man approached you, settling at the bar beside you.

Of course.

“Hey there pretty thing,” The man leered, his eyes raking over your body, before meeting your eyes with a toothy grin. “Saw you playing pool over there,” He leaned a little too close to you on the bar, but you didn’t flinch.

You weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of unnerving you. “Yeah?” You raised your brows with an unamused expression.

“Can’t help but thinking you could do better.” He continued, “Didn’t seem like he appreciated the way you blew on his cue stick.”

You snorted, “Wow.”

“Just speaking the truth,” The younger man remarked, eyes flickering over you again. “I bet I could give you what you really need.”

“See,” You tossed your hair over your shoulder, “Everything you just said was wrong.” You popped the cherry from the drink into your mouth. “Cause I doubt your pencil dick could fuck me like my partner just did in the bathroom.”

He looked flummoxed by that.

You patted him on the shoulder, “Thanks for the drink. Make sure you get home before your curfew. Would hate for your mommy to worry.” And with that you headed towards Javier, sliding into the booth beside him.

“Free drink?”

You grinned at him, “It really pained me to turn down the offer of sexual favors that came with it.”

Javier curled his hand around your leg, “Really?”

“Didn’t seem right given what we just did.” You dragged your teeth over your bottom lip, keeping your eyes on his face.

Your breath caught in the back of your throat as you felt Javier’s hand curl around your inner thigh beneath your skirt. He slid his hand up higher, until his thumb dragged over your sensitive folds through the damp lace that was soaked with his come.

“We should go home.” You whispered, closing the distance so you could kiss him. “So I can give you the full show.” You added as you pulled back, meeting his gaze.

“I love the way you think, baby.” Javier grinned, brushing his nose against yours. “C’mon.”

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