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norrisleclercf1 · 4 months

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Santa's Little Helper

Pairing: Dad!Lando Norris x F!Reader

Rating: PG

Words: 1.3K

Warnings: Pregnancy, other than that none just fluff

Requested: Yes/No

Synopsis: Lando is finally coming home for the holidays and decides to play elf

A/N: Yes I broke my hiatus, don't judge me

"Ready to be home?"

Lando lifts his head from the window of his seat and looks at Oscar. They weren't the young kids they were once, long gone the season of '23. Oscar was married with two adorable little girls, Lando having married you years ago.

"Of course, I miss them." He whispers. The season was finally over, and Lando could eventually join his family back home. You, of course, called him and kept in touch, but it was also hard to travel with a toddler and you being pregnant.

"Yeah, I'm flying home soon too. Have to finish up here first." Oscar nods towards the McLaren factory. Groaning, they both climb out of the car, stretching. "Just need to get through this and then can be home," Lando mumbles as the two trudge through the harsh Woking winter. Oscar sighs when the intense heat of the building hits their faces, which makes Lando melt.

"Hurry up, I've got to get back to London before Y/n and Theodore get home." Oscar rolls his eyes as he follows Lando through the factory to the meeting room.

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Zak knew it was useless to get Lando to focus on the meeting. The older driver needed to be more focused on checking his phone every once in a while. Everyone knew you were out of town and still believed that Lando was in Dubai instead of home in England. Zak could tell that Lando was losing his patience as his knee tapping got quicker and louder. Yep, Zak was ending this now.

"Alright," The CEO claps his hands and stands up, patting Andrea on the back and letting him stop talking. "I think we've had a very long season and year with that," Lando didn't wait as he grabbed his stuff and rushed out of the room. "Have a wonderful holiday." Zak sighs, Oscar chuckling, holding his own phone and leaving. But Zak can hear his voice pick up and the screams of delight from the speaker.

"Well, see you in January." Andrea laughs and pats Zak on the back, walking out.

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" Just, can you please try and delay them?" Lando begs into the phone. Your mother laughs as Lando frantically rushes around your home in London. He only had enough time to sort this out and needed you to be stalled. "Lando, darling, only so much I can do." Your mother chuckled, but her voice grew quiet when you passed by.

"Mom? Who are you talking to?" Lando stills, holding his breathing, thinking that you'd be able to tell it was him through that. "Your aunt sugar plum, want to talk to her?" Lando can practically see your nose scrunching up as you quickly say no and walk away. Sighing in relief, Lando rushes, looking for the rest of the Christmas decorations and the new ones he's bought.

"Really? Calling me the Aunt, that's your sister Ma." Lando teases, and your mother snorts. "That old bat will talk Y/n, poor ear off. So, why should I help you?" Lando rolls his eyes. Your mother and he constantly pick on one another, but it is filled with love. "How about I'll let you hold the baby after Y/n and I?" "Deal, I'll hide the car keys." She hangs up, which has Lando cheering.

Stopping, he looks down at his feet and smiles, dropping to his knees. "Well, buddy, we better get started." Your English Cocker Spaniel, named Cookie. Cookie barks loudly and licks Lando's hand. "Good girl," Lando stands and looks around. "First, let's set the mood." Walking over, he hooks his phone up to the speakers and smiles as Frank Sinatra's voice fills the house.

Lando doesn't start decorating right away. Instead, he starts cleaning the house. You were about 7 months pregnant, and it was hard to do some house chores. He wanted to show you how much he loves you. Lando wasn't one with words; more actions and giving. Moving through the house, he pushes open his son's room and smiles.

Theodore loved Formula 1 and Marvel. His room was nothing but decked out in its merchandise. A picture of you and Lando holding him in front of his McLaren and then one giant group, one with all his uncles. Theodore's room was covered in his toys, and Lando gets to work. Putting up the toys and grabbing one of his shopping bags, he strips the bed of its sheets. He got these cute little snowmen for the sheets. Theodore matched the sheets with the identical snowmen for the comforter he got.

He grabs another bag and takes out mini decorations. A little fake tree with Marvel and f1 ornaments. He gets to work setting it up. He hums along to the song with Cookie at the foot of the bed, watching Lando. A mini navy blue tree skirt covers the bottom of the tree and places fake gifts there. Next, Lando hands up some little fairy lights on the wall behind the bed. He puts a moose, snowman, elf, and Santa stuffies on the corner and then two red and green pillows on the bed.

Lando finishes it by hanging up a little zipline with an Elf on it and flying over the bed with a remote. "Alright, time for the main room." Cookie whines but happily follows Lando through the house.

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"Momma, hungry," Theodore whines as you pull up the driveway. "I know, babes, we'll eat when we get inside. It's been a long day. The baby was kicking your bladder. Theodore wanted nothing more than his Daddy. Lando wasn't answering his phone, and then your mother hid your fucking keys. "Hungry," Theodore whines, helping him out of the car; you just nod.

"Come on, I'll make you some nuggies." Theodore smiles at you as you open the front door and freeze. There greeting you was your Christmas tree covered in soft lights, ornaments, and gifts already wrapped and under the tree. "Wha," "Hey, dinner is ready." You turn your head to see your husband wearing a Mrs. Clause apron. "Lando?" Your husband smiles, and Theodore gasps.

"Mommy, Santa was here." Theo giggles and points at the gifts. "Um, excuse me, little man? Aren't you happy to see me?" Theo squeals louder, running toward his father and swinging him up Theodore, babbling happily. You clear your throat, trying to gain control of your emotions, but you can't notice that the house is also clean. "Lando," You whisper, hand cradling your belly.

He gets that tooth-goofy smile of his and walks over and hugs you. "Mommy, Daddy is home," Theodore whispers, which makes you laugh through your tears. "Yes, buddy. Daddy is home." Lando snorts, wanting to make a joke but doesn't. "Alright, there are nuggies and some mac and cheese that's getting cold." Theodore wiggles out of his father's hold and zooms into the kitchen. Lando chuckles but stops when you pull him down, kissing him deeply.

Lando moans as he pulls you in and dips you slightly before pulling you back up. "Well, hello to you too." He grumbles, blinking his eyes open as you push back his unruly curls. "I'm guessing that wasn't my aunt talking to my mother earlier?" Lando blushes and looks away. "No idea what you're talking about." You giggle and kiss him on his cheeks, smiling.

"Why'd you do all this?" Lando pulls back, needing clarification on your question. "Baby, you're growing our baby, and besides, I love you and wanted to make things easier for you. I'm your husband. This is the bare fucking minimum. The dishes are done, the laundry is folded, the sheets are all clean, and dinner is cooked. Now, let's eat our nuggets before Theo, the little gremlin, eats them all." Nodding, you head into the kitchen, seeing Theo stare hard at his plate.

"Theo, you could've started." You push back his hair, and he shakes his head no. "Daddy is home, but the elves still might be here. Have to be good." Lando snorts and plates your food, and your mouth waters and sit down. "That's right, Theo, better be good, or I'll bring back the elves." Rolling your eyes, you knew the elves were no more than Carlos, Charles, Max V, Max F, Oscar, and Daniel.

"Yeah, the elves." You remark, and Lando cuts you a glare, but it is playful. "Hey, the elves are the ones who got all the gifts. Don't be mean to the elves." "Yes, and you were all wonderful little helpers." You smile, and Lando slowly pushes back the evidence of the others helping him.

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carlos-tk · 6 months

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Thanks @inkweedandlizards and @alrightbuckaroo for the WIP Wednesday tags and hoping on @strandnreyes and @thisbuildinghasfeelings open tags 💗

I’ve been especially busy this week with life so here’s something I started a little while ago that I’m itching to write for when I have the time 📄 Hopefully I’ve found a good balance between the español and english that I can leave you without a translation atm ✍🏼

He pauses to consider TK’s question but his thoughts are interrupted as a loud, “Carlitos mijo,” rings across the crowded produce section. Carlos says a silent prayer that it’s not who thinks, the plea obviously fallen on deaf ears as he’s greeted by the to be expected presence of his mother, his wishful thinking dissipating as he sighs heavily. He’d know that voice and warm delighted expression anywhere, and he’s happy to see her, really he is, just not right now. Not with TK in tow on their totally casual just friends non-date.

In seconds she has rounded the aisles, past the crates filled with fruits and vegetables, a sage canvas bag gripped in her left hand. She comes to a standstill in front of the pair, and Carlos greets her with a wide smile plastered across his features. Hoping his slight displeasure is non apparent and thankful when she doesn’t seem to notice. She tugs him into a tight hug and a kiss to both his cheeks.

“Mamá it’s nice to see you,” he manages to stutter out. “What are you doing here?” he asks, as she releases her arms from their embrace.

Andrea frowns as she begins to recant a familiar story. “Your tía Elena y su novio Javier are coming for dinner,” she answers. “Pero ya sabes cómo es ella,” she adds with a roll of her eyes. Carlos can’t hide his grimace either. “Lo sé Mamá,” he says, all too familiar with his aunt and her many opinions. Especially regarding his mother’s cooking, a complaint always found on the tip of her tongue that she can’t help but to verbalise. He wishes Andrea would stop keeping up appearances with her, or that Gabriel would at least have a word with his sister.

“I need a few things for pozole rojo,” she finally answers him before Carlos interrupts, already irritated on her behalf. “Sabes no debes dejar que ella te trate así,” he implores. “Tienes toda la razón,” she agrees and he raises an eyebrow in surprise. She usually isn’t so quick to agree and he knows there’s more to the story this time but he doesn’t want to press. “Sé que lo soy,” he affirms, as she offers a tight smile patting his cheek, apparently grateful for his level-headedness. Though it’s obvious she wants to move on from the conversation.

TK bounces slightly beside him, not moving to speak before prompted and clearly not wanting to interrupt them. Andrea seems to finally take notice of his presence, chastising Carlos in the process as she introduces herself. “You’ll have to excuse my son as he’s obviously forgotten his manners, I’m Andrea,” she says holding her hand out. TK halts his nervous movement and raises his hand from his side to take her palm in his for a warm polite handshake. “Te juro,” she laments, “I taught him better.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” TK returns with a small genuine smile on his face, before dropping her hand, his own falling back into place against his hip, brushing for a moment against Carlos’ own. Carlos curses internally, awkwardly waving his hand in the direction of TK’s body. “Mamá, this is my friend TK.”

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@welcometololaland @rmd-writes @celeritas2997 @whatsintheboxmh @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses @inflarescent @herefortarlos @orchidscript @noxsoulmate @sunshinestrand @freneticfloetry @heartstringsduet @birdclowns @lightningboltreader @three-drink-amy @basilsunrise @never-blooms @lemonlyman-dotcom @reyestrandd @liminalmemories21 @reyesstrand @theghostofashton and an open tag for anyone who wants to share 💗

#911 lone star fic #tarlos fic #tarlos #911 lone star #wip wednesday #tarlos fanfic #d writes #hopefully you can get the gist #sorry translation will be provided when it’s finished and posted 🙂

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freshlyrage · 9 months

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Running Like Water

Chapter 13

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 4.5k

A/N: Long time coming! I've been so busy getting ready for uni, I recently transferred colleges so my life is a MESS rn. I hope you guys like this one, new chapter hopefully next week. Enjoy my lovies

You were going to be an aunt. That was very true, very insane, but very true. Your best friend, sister in law (to be), and childhood bully had a tiny little thing in her belly. A little friend in there, Tía Andrea.

You weren't having kids for a long time, you think, so this little blessing was going to be spoiled to a T.

Juan, you named the baby, if he was a boy, Julia, if she was a girl. An affinity for J names you've noticed, god help you.

After sulking at the thought of Javier dropping you the second he sees Lorraine, you do see your brother and congratulate him. You cry, because he's going to be a dad, you want to tell him to be the dad you two never got to have, but that was far too heavy for a guy like Frankie. You leave him be, because you were quite the cry baby and that he hated about you.

You groan in your bed, it had been 2 whole nights since Javi left you without a word. His face so full of nothing when he looked back at you for a chin raising nod as a goodbye.

You had the privilege of working at the summer school program from 9-2, the rest of your nights were alone. Spreading jam on toast, sitting criss-crossed dipping your finger in the purple goop and finger feeding your teething sister, who almost always gripped your finger and gnaw. It sort of hurt but tickled, the feeling of no teeth, hungry teething angry baby. Those were your moments of laughter.

You ranted to poor Marisol often, “Do you think Lorraine and Javi will just rekindle that flame? I'm so stressed Sol,” she had a permanent grin on her face so you felt like she never took your problems seriously. She was 11 months old, still you felt judged.

“I didn't want it to end”

Pause, a fucking pause.

“I didn't want it to end that way either. “

Your chest expanded and tightened at the thought. And you did what you have always done best.

Overthink it.

What if it was Houston that tore them, too grown too soon. What if them both standing in a wedding in their hometown, a town where they fell in love in, what if that becomes just too much for them and they realize that they can try the damn thing again. You narrow your eyes at your sister as she slobbers on her fist. Lorraine has always been prettier than you. You couldn't see why Javi wouldn't just crumble at her feet when she comes home.

And she's a Christian, like a good one.

You recall in your sophomore year being teased by a junior named Terrance. He had heard about the rumor (the half true rumor), that Javier hooked up with his best friends sister atop a car. Close, you thought.

Hook up though? Depended on your definition, and it was against the car, not on top. Anyway, he crowded you at your lunch table while your friends stood to get their meals. He claimed you made it up for attention, why would anyone cheat on Lorraine with you? You held it together, brows pulling tight and leaving without a word. Finding the bathroom and breaking down, an experience unique to teenage girls.

Biting back sobs in a bathroom stall.

You stare at your baby sister longer, “Don't ever let a boy talk you down, okay mama?” She babbles and you take an aggressive bite of your toast. Face screwing up realizing you never really liked this snack. And don't let a boy shut you out after he's been intimate with you. You shake your head no, I’ll tell you that one when you're older.

Like a light bulb hovering over your head, you grab your sister and walk out your room. Storming into the living room where your mother and her husband cuddled while watching some movie. The baby babbled at the sight of her daddy, “Going to bed.” You lie and plop your sister in their laps and hurry up the stairs before your mother could question you.

You lock your bedroom door and shed your clothes with thoughts of Javier and his stupid sexy mustache and smile. How pleased he seemed to be getting you off, bastard. You stare at the mirror while you're bare, the hickeys on your soft skin mellowing in the slightest. And despite wanting to go over to Javier's just to talk, you slip on pretty panties. Just in case.

You dig for something less appealing to stick on your body. If you don't tempt he wont have to see what's waiting for him under it all.

Jackpot.

Frankies track pants from high school, Laredo’s awful navy and black colors. Haven't they heard, navy and black is fashion suicide. You slip the loud material on, and then a gray tank top. You don't even bother with sneakers, slippers will do.

You don't even call, you exit through your window and hop off the small shed Mr. Warden recently built for his storage. Passing your own car and walking to Javier's house at 11 pm.

You're huffing 2 minutes in, despite Texas being famously flat, you still had the beastly hill to get to the two paths that led to Javier's home. The short cut that involved walking 3 minutes in the woods and ending at his house in less than ten, or the main road with long haul truckers and an additional 15 minutes to the walk.

“God, please don't let me get mauled by a wolf.” You mutter to yourself before making a left into the barely lit trail, one warm light at the beginning and one off in the distance at the end.

Well you don't die. You do get bit by some sort of bug on your elbow and startled by a squirrel. You just repeat to yourself that this is a good idea, the two of you need to communicate.

You end up at the Peña ranch, completely dark. You start to realize how silly it was for you to show up unannounced in the dead of night but the light from Javier's room has your stomach doing a strange flip. His window closed but the view of him sat at his desk was clear.

Javier heard your call and didn't even startle. He was confused for a moment, looking at his door to his room but ultimately he threw that idea away, you strolling in his house near midnight, no way.

Hearing a crunching of leaves and a shriek, Javier is at his feet and opening his window, his eyes meeting your flushed cheeks and a leaf in your hair.

Javier desperately tries to bite back a laugh at the sight, shirt strap off your shoulders, in track pants and slippers. Eyes wide in embarrassment, he’s just glad you aren’t hurt from whatever caused a piece of greenery to be stuck in your hair, a hand swiping to whack the thing away. Your hair disheveled from the midnight breeze, you were so damn beautiful. Always.

“Will you stop staring and let me in before your dad comes out here with a shotgun?”

Javier blinks, realizing he had just been ogling you for a bit too long, “Right, sorry.”

He grips your hands and lifts you in. You huff with the sketchy landing, effectively kicking your slippers off and dusting off those loud pants, your cheeks are still red, maybe it’s from the fall or the weather or something else. You sit on his bed, wiping your brow free of sweat. “This thing makes me sound like a fucking wind tunnel.” You tug at the oversized pants.

A strange primal heat spread across Javier’s chest seeing you wear pants that obviously weren’t yours but instead some boys.

The heat died when he realized they’re just your brothers. He remembers Frankie wearing them back in high school.

“Wait-how did you get here?” A worry flashing him, you bring your knees to your chest on his bed. He stood against his desk, his arms crossed, leaned forward a bit to be face level with your own. He was just a huge broad man, you had to pounce on him.

About that, you think.

“Walked, what were you reading?” You deflect, Javier shakes his head knowing what you're trying to do, he’s known you for a decade. He knows your often poor decision making skills and inability to lie, so he presses again, ignoring your question.

“I would have picked you up if you called.”

He would have, in a heartbeat. He’d drop anything and you knew that. Through all your insecurity and self depreciation you always understood that. That pissed you off, no wonder you had fallen so hard. He was always there, fixing up whatever mess you made.

He never did really mind, but you going M.I.A on him and then putting yourself in harm's way just to see him. That pissed him off pretty bad. Then again he could also never really be angry with you, not when you're finally here with him after so many years of no contact wondering if you were okay, happy, fed, healthy or whatever he killed himself over worrying about you.

You, and your fucking tiny tank top and big eyes like you've never done wrong in your life. To him you hadn't and if you did, those eyes tell him otherwise. You just shrug with a pretty pout and a pulled brow. That stupid thought of pressing his thumbs to your forehead smoothing out any worry you’ve ever had. “I wanted to go on a walk and ended up here.” Lie.

“It just isn’t safe.” Javi’s crossed arms flex when you narrow your eyes in annoyance.

“Believe it or not Agente, I used to take walks by myself back when you lived with Lorraine 5 months ago.” You bite and ah, thats why you’re here.

He saw the look on your face change when he spewed that awkward phrasing to Genie’s news.

Truthfully Javier didn’t mean for it to come out like that. He gripped the wheel to his truck when he dropped Genie off at her house. His pounding head leaning against the wheel, feeling so dumb. Ashamed.

He didn’t call you because he didn’t know how. Didn’t know if your mom would pick up or if you were actually upset with him. Maybe you felt different after he ate you out, after he bent you over and came on your back. Maybe he was a fucking idiot and moving too fast.

But the name drop gave him confirmation. Javier dropped his eyes to the floor and let out a sigh. “Yeah, about Monday…” His eyes stay trained to the ground, bracing himself for your attitude that he strangely adored. For you to rip him a new one for making you feel bad, for making you feel unsure in whatever this was. Waiting for a justified fuck off, or a firm talk like you gave him when he saw you again for the first time last week.

But instead he hears you sniffle.

Well fuck, you were crying and Javier looked like you had just stabbed him. Striding to you to get on his knees and hold your knees as you sat perched up on his bed crying over something so stupid. But the whole situation gave you deja vu.

A flash of trying to look pretty for him after the two of you kissed and fading at the hollow pit in your belly when you saw him arm in arm with Lorraine just two days after.

Communicate, it’s what you told yourself to do on your way to his house. You lost too many years by being too damn shy to tell him how you felt.

But now that the moment was here you couldn’t help but sob. But to feel like the insecure girl trying to compete with someone in a different ball park. But this time around Javi is repeating your name and attempting to soothe you, his hands moving from your knees to your wrists. Andrea, he presses so tenderly and so concerned.

Andrea, querida, what’s wrong, hey.

And all other soft calls to you. “I-I’m sorry- I don’t know why i’m crying, sometimes when I’m around you—i still feel like i’m sixteen and—" He drops his head, his hands loosening at the thought of all the mistakes he made with you. Your own hands flex and move from the hold completely as he’s at your mercy, head bowed. “I understand if Lorraine coming home changes things—you two were together for a long time and I know she’s probably less complicated or-or emotional—and not someone you need to hide— I know she’s easier to have and keep. I won’t be upset, I know in comparison i’m i don’t know, homely? And never really made for a good-“

“Andrea.” His voice strained but demanding you to stop your tearful rambling. It wasn’t like you to act that way, not anymore. You’ve grown too much to let all your insecurities wash you out, but it seems that maybe you never got over 1980, maybe you couldn’t just have casual sex with Javier Peña.

“What?” Your voice breaks, god. And there’s Javier with that same look of disappointment, in you, in himself or in your doomed situation, you weren’t sure but he looks absolutely torn in half.

His wet lips part like he was prepared to say something but they shut as his eyes search yours.

There’s silence again and his eyes drop and you begin to fear that maybe he agreed with all that you said. Maybe he knew that when his ex came home he’d be ready to fix that, maybe he knew Lorraine was a simpler, prettier girl. So your heart breaks further every second that passes. Every second he doesn’t look at you.

“Be with me.”

Your mouth parts at the softness in his voice, and what was left of your heart swelling in your chest. Tears fell harder in confusion and praying this wasn’t just another spec of false hope, hoping it wasn’t another kiss by his car or another if you tell me to stay.

You whisper, “What?”

His own eyes, glossy. “I don’t want anyone else, I don’t want you with anyone else. Nothing will change that. I don’t care if this is difficult, I don’t care if you think you’re hard to be with. I’m just asking you to be with me Andrea.”

You frown and shut your eyes tightly. You want him to repeat it again, over and over until you two wither away together.

Maybe he also knew that you two could never just be casual.

Javier and Andrea casually hooking up, who were you kidding?

“Okay-"

He doesn’t let you finish whatever came next, you don’t even know what else you were going to say because his lips were crushing your own. His hand holding the back of your head as he presses you close. Tying your souls in his own way, kissing and holding you.

Finally. Oh my god…

You arch your back into him, he groans against you when he realizes his uncomfortable position. His body hunched over in order to make out with you while you sat on the edge of his bed.

“Fuck it.” He mumbles before grabbing your ass and lifting you up. Your legs wrap against him, holding to him like a koala. His hands generously squeezing at your behind in the track pants. Your nails raking in his pretty brown hair, his mustache scraping your lips raw and you love it.

Laying you on his bed and kissing you there would be easy, but Javier obviously could care less about easy, I mean he just asked his best friends sister to be his for good. So he held you up, licking into your mouth with your legs wrapped around his stomach. Moaning when your core rubbed against his stomach.

“Am I too heavy?”

Javi scoffed against your lips, “shut the fuck up.”

He takes a few steps back and bumps into his desk. The image of you bent over it, taking him makes his pants tighten. He turns to sit you on it, shoving the mail from work on the floor, the thing you had been so interested in just 10 minutes ago.

He steps back slightly, your hands still attached to him with your swollen lips and desperation for more. You looking so pretty perched up on his desk. He had to have you every day, what was he going to do when he leaves, what was he going to do?

No time for that, he grabs your face again and continues kissing you, making up for all those years you spent wanting him. All the years he spent hiding how bad he wanted you.

Without warning Javier hooks his left hand in the front of your thin top and pulls it down. Your breasts spilling out, and he looks like he’s ready to devour you. His mouth immediately attaching to your left breast eliciting a high pitched moan from you. His wet lips suctioning on such a sensitive and untouched part of your body. His right hand moving to your unattended one. Kneading and gripping while his tongue flicked and swirled.

Your hair falls in your face as your heavy head falls at the pleasure. Still so wet, you move your hips to hopefully get some release, “Javi, please-“

His lips part from your breast, his mouth wet and open as he looks up to you, waiting for your request. But you’re so turned on by the circumstance, by him asking you to be his, by the way his hair is falling above his brow and by your breasts spilling out of your tank top “What do you need baby?”

“I want to come.”

His lips quirk at your bluntness. He wastes no time and begins pulling off your pants—or your brother pants. Your chest heaves when he stands straight to remove you from the desk and you get a glimpse of his hardness. Heavy in the oh so causal sleep pants that made your head spin

“I want you to come.” You add, he pauses his brows raising a bit. “We don’t have to take off our clothes, i’m not ready yet but we can-“ You cut yourself off feeling awfully shy and juvenile for the suggestion but his eyes darken at your bashfulness. You were ready to fuck him on Monday when you were clouded by horniness and the uncertainty of if it was your last time but now he wants to you to be his. You never need to rush.

He tilts his head slightly and grabs the bottom of your tank, freeing you from it. Leaving you bare breast and in your small little underwear, placed on his desk. His pretty girl, his, finally his.

“What baby? You wanna dry hump me? Like a couple of fucking teenagers?”

Your cheeks heat quickly, embarrassed about your stupid horny ask, feeling frozen in shame until Javi smiles again. Picking you up for what feels like a millionth time and sitting you in his lap at his desk chair. Straddling him, you feel the weight of him, so close to him.

You love kissing him, you never want to stop and you don’t, your lips working on his. Dragging to his cheek leaving wet kisses from jaw to neck. The perfect position to hear his own pretty breaths.

In between pants he gets a hold on your waist lifting you slightly. He gives himself space to move his erection, move it to help you feel him better. Lowering you, your lips suck and nip at his neck leaving a careless mark. A whine leaves your parted lips at the contact and his lips quirk in a sweet smile.

But the smile fades into an eyebrow screwing groan when you move on him. He repeats your name in worship. His forehead dropping to your shoulder while you use his body. So little clothing for you and so much for him. Yet he’s mumbling in your ear like he’s already on the verge of finishing.

Feeling the underside of him rub against the thin cotton throws you for a loop and you can’t seem to care how feral you have to look getting yourself off on Javi like this. His head turns to place his lips on the space below your ear.

“Don’t leave, let me keep you here forever.” He urges and your core is pulsing just from his words. “When you let me fuck you—fuck—i’ll make sure you’ll never need anyone else querida.”

“Oh god-“ You moan, your head dropping feeling closer, his own hips bucking up to meet you. The spaced out thrusts causing you to release a high pitched squeak.

Javier’s hand moving to the back of your head, forcing it to his neck to keep you muffled.

“Hijo?”

Your eyes widen and you squeeze Javi tighter. You stay frozen at the sound of Don Chucho calling outside of Javier’s room.

Javi doesn't let up, you hold a muffled whine in his neck as he continues to buck his hips into you. “Si papi-uh dad yeah?”

“Todo bien?”

Javier, still moving below you, slips his hand between you, his fingers dragging along your clothed cunt, helping speed up your process. You're so close but if you come now, there's no doubt his father will hear.

“I’m good, uh-working on some DEA stuff.”

You would laugh if the pad of his thumb wasn't circling your most sensitive part of your body.

“Alright hijo, try to sleep we have to be at Mrs. Glorias home tomorrow at 12. You're coming right?”

“Uh-yeah-I’m coming” His eyes grow large and he finally stills from under you, “I mean–yes I am coming…tomorrow.”

You stifle a laugh in his shoulder and he pinches your ass.

“Um, alright, goodnight.” His dad calls, the sound of footsteps and a door slamming ends that.

And you laugh into him forreal, but his fingers returning to your panties shut you up. “You're coming Javi?” you tease.

“Shut up-” He bucks harder and you’re close, your eyes going blank.

You move your lips to his neck again, “Papi huh?”

And then he breaks, “Fuck-Andrea”. Coming in his pants in deep grunts and grips at your ass. Coming down from his own high he gets frustrated, his fingers dipping into your panties without warning. His deft fingers collect all the moisture he created and drag to your clit.

You come in a white flash, falling off the edge. You repeat his name in whiny cries. His hands hurrying to hold you up against his while you collapse into him. Heart racing, the orgasm comes in rippling. Javier holds you, sweat and all. Kissing the top of your head, whispering sweet words of You’re so good, feel so good baby. He keeps you like this for what feels like an eternity, feeling boneless and light when he stands.

He lays you on his bed like a doll. You lay still coming down, chest rising and falling. Still pulsing at the thought of how dirty and depraved the whole thing was. So wrapped in the high and replaying all the shit you’ve always wanted to hear, you flinch when he climbs in bed with a new pair of pants.

“You’re bad.” He groans when he settles into the bed with a creak.

You screw your brows together and turn to him, “Yea says the guy still trying to jump my bones while his dad was outside the room you psycho!” You whisper yell and he laughs that same deep sweet laugh you love.

Javi brings you in closer to him, kissing you a quick chaste one. Blushing at the simpleness of it all. Cuddling in bed with Javier Peña and kissing him for fun, what is my life? “Mmm, take off your panties.”

You scoff.

“Not like that–I’m tapped out, unless you want to.”

“As much as I would love to have you between my legs, I am also tired.” You reach down and slip the soaked thing off, leaning over placing them on his nightstand. He pulls up the comforter over you.

Javier slips his arm over your stomach, thumbing your hip in light circles. “You can put them in my drawer, they're mine now.”

“You're a pervert.” You laugh, pinching his wrist.

“Mmm, when it comes to you? Yeah a bit.”

Red as a cherry you bury your face in his chest, hiding yourself.

Silence passes for a few minutes, just the two of you together. The reality sets in, the hiding begins. But so does being with him, so does working this out so does communicating. “I should probably leave, don't want your dad to catch me.” You whisper and he grumbles an annoyed sound from his chest.

“Dont care, stay here. I’ll sneak you out early in the morning.” He grips you tighter and you smile feeling satisfied. “Tell me about Miami.”

You frown, “What do you want to know?”

“Anything. Tell me about your roommates, classes. I never got to go to college, tell me.”

Kissing his chest again, “You say it like you’re some dropout, you’re like a secret fucking agent.” He groans again, hatong when you talk him up, he gets shy like you. You spare him. “My roommate is cool, party girl. Her name is Delilah, from Arkansas. She was like a real southern-belle, big curly hair and blue eyes. She’s been begging for me to visit since I graduated early. We got along really well but she was annoyed with me often. I never partied.”

Javier’s chest rises, “Why? You used to party a lot in high school, remember when I had to get you from Juniors house at like 2-”

“Oh god don’t remind me I was a mess, case and point. Didn’t have a hot strong brother's best friend to pick up said pieces.”

“Oh shut the fuck up.”

The two of you laugh into each other, it's simple and perfect.

“Besides that, it was an unfulfilling experience but I teach in the fall so it worked out I guess.”

“Ms. Diaz, sexiest teacher to ever step foot in Laredo for sure. If you were my teacher, whew.”

“You need to relax.” You mumble, feeling sleepier in his arms. “What were you reading by the way?”

Javier stirs and lets out another annoyed groan, gripping you tighter. “Some stupid fucking retreat for my office. In New Orleans in June, it's for all the people who are going to Columbia in fall. Stupid shit but its all expenses paid at the Roosevelt.”

Your brows raise, “Fancy, you gonna be flirting up the staff. Chest hair out with Getting your game back on before Columbia.” He scoffs and brings his hand down hard on your behind, eliciting a screech from you. “You’re gonna leave a mark pendejo.”

“Well you have a smart mouth, would rather see you half naked by the pool. I’ll sock anyone who looks at you though,” You shove him, the out of reach thought, fantasy, of maybe going away with him flashes in your eyes. Before you could dwell, he reached down to kiss you again. He mumbles against your lips. “You gave me a hickey so we’re even.”

Your eyes flutter shut, dosing off in the warmth of Javi. In the warmth of someone who’s yours.

Half asleep you mumble, “Why’d you come the second I said the word papi?”

He scoffs tiredly and kisses your head again.

“Shut up.”

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Tomorrow's promise

Pairing: Shane Walsh × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter: 2.07

You struggle to swallow down the food in your mouth as Glenn steps in front of the rest of your group while they eat breakfast. Both you and Maggie had begged him not to tell anyone else about the walkers in the barn, but he had made his mind up.

“Carl notices that you've stopped chewing. Are you okay, Aunt Lily?”

“Hmm,” you finally manage to swallow. You tip your plate and push the rest of your eggs onto his. “I’m fine, just full up.”

Carl smiles at the extra food. Rick raises his brows. He was always able to tell when something was wrong but knew not to ask in front of other people. His attention moved to Glenn, who was nervously rubbing at his face. “Um, guys.” One by one, everyone looked up at him, expecting you. You stared down at the ground while waiting for the bomb to drop. “So... the barn is full of walkers.”

The group is silent until Shane insists on seeing it for himself. Glenn leads the way, and the whole time you remain quiet.

Once you reach the barn, Shane looks through a small hole in the wooden panels. Furious, he storms back. “You can’t seriously be okay with this, Rick.”

“No, I’m not, but we’re guests here. This isn’t our land.”

“Oh, god. This is our life, man!”

“Lower your voice,” Glenn says.

The group starts to argue among themselves, trying to figure out what to do, but you remain quiet. Only focusing on Jace, who seems to be oblivious to raised voices around him. You only start listening again when Carol says, “My daughters are still out there.”

“Okay,” Shane breathes heavily into his hands, something he always did when trying to compose himself. “Okay, I think it’s time that we all start to just consider the other possibility.”

“Shane, we’re not leaving Sophia behind,” Rick says sternly.

Daryl steps forward. “I’m close to finding this girl. I just found her damn doll days ago.”

Shane lets out a sarcastic laugh. “You found her doll, Daryl. That’s what you did. You found a doll. Man, look, I’m just saying what needs to be said here. Now, you get a good lead; it’s in the first forty-eight hours.”

“Shane, that’s enough; Carol doesn’t need to hear this,” you say quietly. Seeing how wound up Shane was getting, you tried to take his hand to pull him back, but he stepped closer to Daryl.

“Let me tell you something else, man. If she was alive out there and saw you coming all methed out with your buck knife and geek ears around your neck, she would run in the other direction, man.”

Rick steps in between them first, then Andrea and Lori follow, trying to separate the two men from fighting. Not wanting to risk Jace getting hurt, you step back, watching as they swing for each other. “Beating the shit out of each other isn’t going to help!”

Rick manages to push Shane. “Now, just let me talk to Hershel. Let me figure it out.”

“What are you going to figure out?”

Seeing Shane storming towards your brother while screaming, you stand in front of Rick and push your hand on Shane's chest. “Enough!”

Shane glares at you but steps back.

“If we’re going to stay, if we’re going to clear this barn, I have to talk him into it. This is his land,” Rick says.

“Hershel sees those things in there as people,” Dale chimes in. “Sick people. His wife is his stepson. I talked to him yesterday after Glenn told us.”

“And you waited the night?” Shane asks, his anger practically radiating from him.

“I thought we could survive one more night. We did. I was waiting until this morning to say something, but Glenn wanted to be the one.”

“This man is crazy, Rick, if Hershel thinks—you told us. Who else knew?”

Dale doesn’t answer him.

“Who else knew, man?”

You gulp down, “I did.”

The group falls silent again. Your brother looks at you with disappointment in his eyes, while Shane gives you a look of disgust.

—

“Lily! Lily, stop walking away from me!”

You continue to walk towards the stables to feed the horses, ignoring Shane as he runs after you. You only stop walking when you reach the bucket of food for the horses and pick it up. You felt bad for not telling Rick, but you didn’t feel any remorse for not telling Shane.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Huh, Lily?”

You finally turn to face him, “because you’re an asshole.”

Shane looks taken aback, as if he’s silently asking, What did I do? You start to walk away again, but Shane grabs your wrist, causing you to drop the bucket in your hand. His actions surprise and frighten you since Jace is in the sling wrapped around your chest. “Stop walking away from me and talk.”

The glare in his eyes is deadly. You snap your wrist out of his hold and step back. “What happened to you, Shane? You’re so angry all the time. You’re like a different person.”

“I’m a different person.” He scoffs. “There was a point where you told me everything; you actually treated me like a partner you trusted.”

“I don’t trust you, not anymore.”

“And why the hell not? I’ve done every goddamn thing I can to protect my family! Everything I do is to protect my family.”

You let out a snort while shaking your head, which irritates him further. “What? You don’t think so?”

“Lori’s pregnant,” Warm tears fall down your cheeks, and even though you feel as if you’re breaking on the inside, you continue to laugh. “Which means my brother will find out everything, and it’s going to break his heart.”

Shane’s voice is a little softer than before. “You never told me there are walkers in the barn because you’re still punishing me for something I did when I thought you were dead.”

“No, I didn’t tell you because you scare me.”

“I scare you.”

“Did you point your gun at Rick?”

The softening in his eyes disappears and is quickly replaced by rage. Shane places both hands on your upper arms and holds you tightly—too tightly. “Just wait—” The second you let out a whimper of pain, he let go, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Everything okay?” Carol asks, stepping out of the stable.

You smile at her and say, “Yeah, we’re fine.”

If Carol can tell you’re lying, she doesn’t let on. Her eyes were swollen from crying. She walks over to you and brushes Jace’s hair back with her finger. “And how’s this little man been today?”

You were thankful for her interruption. You glance up at Shane and see tears shining in his eyes. He mumbles something, then walks away in the opposite direction.

—

You chew on your bottom lip, noticing Shane storming in your direction, although he seems far too distracted to actually notice you. You had volunteered to do multiple jobs that day just to keep busy and stay out of his way. Right now, you and Carl were boiling water to purify it before refilling the canteens. You watch as Carl lowers the comic in his hands and pouts, looking up.

“Hey, Shane.” He gets to his feet and asks, “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

Shane glances at you before walking over to Carl. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I know you think Sophia’s dead and that we should stop looking for her. But that’s bullshit. You’re bullshit.”

You let out a deep exhale and said, “Don’t cuss at your uncle.”

“We’re going to stay here until we find her.” Maybe it was the fact Carl was wearing Rick’s sheriff's hat or the tone of his voice, but it was the first time you saw him as a teenager and not a little kid.

“Do you think that’s what we should do?”

“It’s what I know we should do.”

Shane shrugs. “Then we stay. That means we have to do whatever it takes to make that happen. Hmmm?”

“Like help out with chores?”

You notice Lori looking over, trying to listen in. She was cutting vegetables while sitting in the sunlight, but the conversation taking place was worrying her. “Carl! Come here for a minute.”

“Go see what your mom wants.” You take Jace out of the sling and hand him to your nephew. “Can you take Jace with you? My backs are killing me.”

He takes his baby cousin into his arms without argument and walks towards his mom. When he’s out of earshot, you look to Shane, who has now crouched down so he is level with you. You twirl a piece of grass between your fingers. “What you said to Daryl this morning was cruel. He’s risked his life just the same as the rest of you searching for that little girl.”

“I know.” He rubs at his face. “You were right before; I am so angry all the time. I’m just so mad at the way things are recklessly being handled.”

“Don’t do that; don’t try and find an excuse for your behavior.”

“I’m not, but having those walkers here on this land is risking all our lives. If they burst out of that barn during the night or when hardly anyone is around, then whoever is there is dead.”

“I know, I agree the walkers should be dealt with, but this isn’t our home. If the Greene’s think this is the way we can’t stop them,”

“Then what should we do?”

“Move on; I mean, this place is great, but it isn’t safe.”

Shane leans forward and brushes your hair behind your ear before cupping your face. “Then why are we arguing when we agree on this?”

“Because we still aren’t being honest with each other. I’m only going to ask you this once: Did you kill Otis?”

His silence gives you the answer you feared most. “Why?”

“We were pinned down; my ankle was busy, and he was slowing me down. The dead would have gotten him anyway; he couldn’t keep up. So I shot him. I didn’t want Otis to suffer being torn apart, so I shot him in the chest. At that moment, all I could think about was getting back to you and Jace and saving Carl. Now you may think I’m a monster, but you’ve never had to make that call.”

It was hard to tell if he was telling the full story or not, but you made yourself up except for that explanation. “What about Rick? Did you point your gun at him?”

“Absolutely not. I don’t always agree with Rick, but I love him like a brother. He is part of our family; I’d take a bullet for him.”

“Good,” you swallow thickly. “I need to tell you something else, but you can’t get all hotheaded about it.”

He lets out a chuckle. “What?”

“Hershel is going to check Jace’s hearing later today.”

“No, absolutely not. That man is crazy.”

“He saved Carl’s life.”

Shane looks at you as if you have grown a second head. “He keeps walkers in a barn! He’s not even a real doctor.”

“I don’t care what you think about him. Hershel is going to help me find out if Jace has hearing issues or not.”

He nods his head and says, “Okay, I can respect that. Um, I’m going to see where the others have gotten to.”

As he walks away, you can’t help but feel unnerved by how calm Shane seems.

—

Daryl comes out of the bathroom across the hallway the same time you step out of the bedroom. “Hey, did he get much sleep?”

“A couple of hours,” you say. “How are you holding up? Is your head feeling any better?”

“Yeah, I can hardly feel the graze now.” Daryl steps to the side to let you down the staircase first. “I’m sorry about yelling in front of Jace; I shouldn’t have done that.”

The corners of your mouth turned up. “Shane was being a real ass. I’m sorry about what he said.”

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for,” he shrugs.

You step outside to see Maggie, Glenn, Carol, T-dog, and Andrea standing by the porch. “What's—Shane, why do you have so many guns?”

On instinct, you move your hand to shield Jace as Shane starts handing guns out to the rest of the group. He ignores Maggie when she tells him her dad will make everyone leave when he finds out, but he still continues to hand the guns out and rant about how this is the way things need to be now. Knowing there was no talking to him, you stay out of it until he tries to hand a gun to Carl, even when Lori tells him no.

You snatch it from him. “Lori has just told you he’s not to take one. This isn’t your call to make.”

The now familiar glare returns to his eyes, but before either of them can say anything else, T-dog points to the tree line and says, “Oh shit. What is that?”

Rick, Hershel, and Jimmy emerge from the tree line, pulling poles with walkers attached to the opposite ends of them.

Shane starts running towards the barn, ranting and raving. You freeze on the spot until you notice you’re the only person left standing and start running behind them. This was insane; you had no idea why Rick was risking his life like this. You reach the barn just as Shane pulls out his gun.

“Hey, Hershel, man, let me ask you something. Could a living, breathing person walk away from this?” He fires three rounds of bullets at a walker, causing everyone to jump back. “That’s three rounds in the chest. Could someone who’s alive just take that? Why is it still coming?” He fires two more shots. “That’s its heart; it's its lungs.”

“Stop it! You’ve proved your point!” You beg.

Shane fires one more bullet, aiming for the walker's head. Hershel falls to his knees; it was clear he hadn’t fully come to terms with not being able to save all these people, and you couldn’t blame him after seeing the devastation on his face.

“Enough risking our lives for a little girl who is gone! Enough living next to a barn full of things that are trying to kill! Enough. Rick, it ain’t like it was before!” Shane hisses the last words at your brother while edging closer to the barn. “Now, if y’all want to live, if you want to survive, you've got to fight for it! I’m talking about fighting right here right now.”

The moment Shane begins to pry open the barn doors with all his strength, you quickly run to Lori, who is standing in front of Carl protectively, and give her Jace. For a split second, you shared a look of understanding; you both knew what was about to happen.

You run to stand beside Shane and fire at the walkers that come out of the barn with the rest of your group. None of you wanted to do this, but you were left with no choice. When the walkers are all dead and the gunfire has stopped, the only loud sound is Jace’s wailing. Shane goes to take a step in Lori’s direction, but you block his path. “Don’t even—” Your gun slides from your fingers and hits the ground as you see the last walker come out from the barn. Sophia says, “Oh my god.”

“Sophia! Sophia…” Carol runs towards her daughter, sobbing, but Daryl holds her back, and she crumbles to the ground. “Oh, no. Sophia, Sophia.”

Your eyes well with tears hearing her heartbroken sobs. She was just a little girl. Hearing your brother's gun click, you close your eyes.

She was just a little girl.

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