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When Javier Met... (Series)

Pairing: Javier x F!Reader/OFC (no y/n or physical description)

Rating: E (18+)

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Language, feelings, smut

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Chapter 11: For All Seasons

CD cases scraped together as Javier frantically searched for the loose sleeve of nicorette gum he saw weeks ago at the bottom of his console. A metallic glint caught his eye, and he fished out the packaging with a pinch of his fingers.

The minty burst was… passable, but nothing really could compare to the sharp scratch of a cigarette or the therapeutic in and out that made his thoughts evaporate in a cloud of smoke.

But, it’d have to do. No way was he showing up to Joe’s tainted in Marlboro Lights, especially when he was wearing your favorite shirt, that crimson short-sleeve you always complimented him on.

Grabbing the present from the passenger seat, one last check of his teeth in the rearview mirror, and he was out. It was a beautiful day; the sky robin egg blue, cloudless and echoing with hardy boisterous laughs and squealing children.

The cherry red gift bag jingled at his side as he walked up the driveway. He’d gone with something called Micro Machines, taking the suggestion from a young worker after an hour combing the aisles of Toys R Us.

With a deep breath, Javier opened the storm door. The familiar hallway painfully reminded him of Joe’s birthday almost a year ago when you had led him down the hall. Now, he was desperately searching the pictures for a glimpse of you.

Anytime he reflected on the past month, he thought about how torturously slow it went. Maybe it was because of the constant, silent ache that reminded him of what once was. Or maybe it was the build up to this moment - when he’d finally see you again.

He felt his heart lurch into his throat, legs on the verge of collapse as he made his way onto the squeaky porch.

The air was sucked from his lungs when he spotted you - standing in the far corner of the yard. It was immediate, like your presence unconsciously called out to him. You looked stunning, incandescent in the blinding afternoon sun. Your head dropped back, hand coming to rest on your belly, the signs of your genuine and infectious laugh. But -

He couldn’t hear it. Not over the terrible children’s song blaring from the speakers, or with the toddler wailing to his mother by the bouncy house, the endless chattering around the yard. Yet, he recalled it perfectly in his mind - an engram.

“Javi!” Joe called out with an obnoxious wave that drew too much attention. He mumbled something to the group of men in jean shorts and polo tees he was conversing with before striding over.

Javier glanced back at you and you barely met his eyes, quickly turning away, but it was long enough for him to notice the firm press of your lips and the absence of laughter.

It left him unsettled.

He wanted nothing more than to run across the lawn, to apologize over and over again till you believed him. But it wasn’t the right time, too many eyes on him, too soon after his arrival. He needed to wait.

“Hey man,” Joe and his easy smile blocked you from view. “Glad you could make it. I wasn’t sure if you would, given the situation with my sis - you know.”

Joe slapped his arm, and Javier almost tumbled over at his comment - dumbfounded. Luckily, Joe was too busy waving at arriving guests to notice.

“Between you and me,” Joe leaned in, talking out the side of his pasted on suburban smile. “I don’t think this new guy’s gonna stick around too long. I’m not mad about it, seems too controlling for her. Also, he kinda reminds me of Ken, you know that guy never showed up to this shit either.”

Javier felt his brain rattle around his skull, like he was on a roller coaster that just kept going and going, loop after loop.

“Have you met him? I don’t know why I asked that, of course not. But, anyway, I’m sure you guys will be back to normal soon. Ah. Here, let me take that.”

He had whiplash - vertigo - from the abrupt halt. The gift bag basically slipping into Joe’s hand as he trotted just inside with a goofy grin.

Javier gnawed on the disintegrating nicorette, trying to breathe in and out, but the air was too smoky from your father cooking hot dogs a few steps away and his lungs burned making his craving for a cigarette almost unbearable.

He knew he should’ve been focused on the fact that you didn’t tell Joe, which he somewhat assumed was the case when the invitation came in the mail and was never followed up by him at his door ready for a fight.

But he wasn’t. He couldn’t. No matter how much he tried to push it down, ignore it, rationalize away. His jaw just kept tightening with jealousy - a feeling he had no right to.

But seriously. Who was this mystery man? How’d you meet?

You’d told him you were taking a break from dating, but maybe this guy had come at an opportune time. A perfect match you couldn’t pass up.

Swiftly, Joe returned with a melting beer bottle that he pressed into the center of Javier’s chest, knocking him from his spiraling chain of thoughts with an imprint left on the airy cotton.

“Now, come on. Ruby will wanna see ya.”

Javier followed behind, but his mind stayed in the same place.

---

His cheeks were more than just sun-kissed, arms bronzed by the Texas sun, a type of tan he could only achieve from long hours outside. The back of his neck was almost blending into his shirt.

That damn shirt.

Of course he decided to wear that one. He always looked so good in it, the color was a perfect compliment to his chestnut hair, making his dark eyes nearly velvet.

Did he know it was your favorite?

“Honey,” your mom interrupted the silly thought, and you about dropped the stack of red race car plates on the perfectly manicured lawn - Joe’s pride and joy. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you rushed out, dabbing your damp forehead with the back of your hand. “It’s just a million degrees out here.”

“It is a hot one,” she chuckled, stirring up a fresh batch of lemonade. “I noticed you haven’t had a chance to talk to Javier since he got here. Why don’t you go say hi?” her attempt to sound casual failed. She’d spent the past hour observing the intricate dance of stolen glances each time the other turned away.

Leaning over, she peeked past your shoulder to wave at him - standing next to Joe a few feet away. He waved back, hiding his hopeful smile behind the lip of his beer.

You rolled your eyes. She had fallen victim to his charm long before you. She always boasted about Joe’s friend, and was highly disappointed to find out you wouldn’t be joining the fan club after your initial meeting.

“I already told you,” you uselessly rearranged a few hotdog buns on a platter. “Todd doesn’t want me hanging out with him.”

“I thought his name was…Tom.” She eyed you suspiciously.

“That’s what I said.” You continued to act busy in order to avoid her detecting the lie.

“Well, I don’t see this Tim or Ted guy anywhere. And what’s the harm in saying hi?” You shook your head with a disbelieving scoff. “Besides, he’s been staring at you all day.”

A part of you already knew that, or suspected it; you felt his eyes on you, following your every move as you bounced around the yard, trying to maintain an appearance of being too busy. But hearing it confirmed was different.

You peered over, and for the first time since you spotted him on the porch, your eyes met.

For the past hour, his expression had been locked in a pensive and distant state. Glazed - a poltergeist with laughter timed in between swigs of beer and momentary witty comments that maintained his presence. But it broke the moment you held his gaze. The lines on his forehead dipping into defined creases from the roundness of his wistful eyes. A new tension settled on his shoulders, a slight puff in his chest as if he was holding his breath in wait for your release. His mouth twitched with a timid smile that didn’t fit his face, and your own detached expression softened at it.

You felt angry - stupid. That somehow in a matter of seconds he managed to squirm right back in, making you feel sympathetic when all you wanted to do was scream at him. To hate him for walking out the door that day.

You wondered if it was even possible to hate him. How could you when he looked at you like that? Like you meant something to him. And you did. You knew that, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t the same.

The sun felt brutally hot, like it was piercing into your skin and baking your insides. You needed to cool down, to sit in the air conditioning for a second, drink a glass of ice water before your brain went all gummy.

You turned away, to your mother and she frowned, concerned by the look in your eyes.

“I need some water,” you said, drying your clammy hands on your loose sundress. “I’ll be back in a second.”

Your mom called out for you, but it hardly registered and went unacknowledged. All your focus was on keeping a normal pace, counting every step till you reached the sliding glass door.

Once you felt the cool air rush against your face, you gasped into it. Out of sight, you rushed to the fridge to swipe a water bottle on the way to the guest bathroom across the hall. Locking yourself inside, you leaned back, head thudding against the wood before slowly sliding down until you felt the cold tile on your bare thighs.

You stayed that way for a few minutes, eyes closed, but directed at the ceiling as you traced the gritty grout lines in between the patterned tiles. You’d hoped to be in a better place, thought yourself to be, but seeing him again was resetting all your progress to the start, like you’d forgotten to save at the last checkpoint.

You wondered if it would always be like this, feel like this. At that moment, you couldn’t see an end.

You could picture yourself years from now, at another birthday party, with your husband’s arm wrapped around your waist in a safe and nice embrace as he mindlessly comments on the weather or sports with your family. Even with a fake perfect imaginary husband, you saw yourself sneaking glances at him, longing and wishing for him - for it to be his embrace, his smile you were returning. Because no one had ever made you feel like he did and no one had even come close.

Fucking kids parties, you thought as you took a few more sips of water and wished for something stronger. Recapping the bottle, you pushed yourself away from the wallowing spot, did a couple quick adjustments in the mirror before opening the door.

“Oh, exc-” the sentence died once you saw the dappled sweat stains on the crimson shirt clinging to his body. You caught a whiff of his cologne, but mostly he smelled tangy with the scent of the outdoors.

“Hi,” he said - breathless.

How long had he been standing there?

---

It wasn’t his best idea, clearly. But when he saw the opportunity, he took it, and excused himself with a pat on Joe’s back before leaving the dull conversation to use the restroom. Casually, he strolled into the living room, only to find that you weren’t there. The only person besides him was a woman changing a diaper on the floor.

“Excuse me,” he slapped on a fake, overly friendly smile that wrinkled his face. The woman looked up as she snapped the buttons on the tiny overall set. “Have you seen Joe’s sister? He's looking for her.”

“Oh, yes. She just flew on by, I think she’s in the restroom,” the woman pointed at the door. He thanked her before going over to wait.

He tried to remain still, to look relaxed - patient, but he couldn’t just lean against the wall. Not when he felt this on edge, this antsy, so he paced along the carpet, two steps forward - turn - two steps back - turn.

Every minute was moving at a snail's pace. For a second he wondered if the oven clock was broken, until he checked the microwave and his watch. Nope - he was just going mad.

Then, he heard it. A light pad on the tile - a squeak of the faucet - running water. He stopped right in the doorway - stuck in place as the door swung open.

All he could see was the crown of your head while you straightened out a crease in your dress.

“Oh, exc-” your head snapped up, lips clipped shut.

Suddenly, all the lines he practiced in running scenarios dissolved into his spit - soluble. He knew he needed to say something, anything instead of standing here like a fish with his mouth open. But he couldn’t think when he was this close to you, you were tangible again, he could reach out and feel your skin on his.

“Hi,” was all he managed to say, and even that sounded unsteady.

“Hello,” your response was as tight as your posture. He’d taken you off guard, but you quickly veiled the smidge of vulnerability, coating any softness with a hard layer he couldn’t quite crack.

“How’ve you been?” He promptly licked his lips, his throat turning into cotton.

“Fine.” You looked like you would rather be anywhere but here, your eyes never holding his for more than a flash and he desperately wanted to grab your face, to make you look at him. “What about you?”

“Fine,” he answered. You nodded with closed lips, something between a smile and a frown. “I - uh - heard you're dating someone.”

“You can’t be serious?” Your whole body scoffed, and he realized his mistake. “I’m not doing this.”

“Wait.” You tried to slide past him but he followed the movement, not boxing you in, but simply keeping you in his line of sight. “Please, I just wanna talk.”

You laughed - a single harsh sound of contempt.

“That’s funny, because if I remember correctly that was the exact thing you were trying to avoid. Remember?” You shouldered past him and into the kitchen, he followed on your heels. “Or did it happen so fast you can’t?” He swiveled in front, making you stop just before the countertop edge.

His hand came up, signaling you to halt. He knew he shouldn’t push, that he should try and call again and again. Show up at your door. But he couldn’t stop himself, he needed to apologize.

“Please, I’m-”

“No, Javier. I’m not doing this right now.” The intensity in your voice caused your eyes to water. You blinked back tears as you looked out into the living room, turning back to him with a scowl. “If you didn’t realize, my nephew’s birthday party isn’t really the time or the place for this conversation. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back.” You stepped past him, heading towards the door.

He felt you slipping away, like water in cupped hands and he was pushing his palms together, squeezing his fingers tighter.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out, making you stop and turn back to him with a slight quiver of your bottom lip. “I’m so sorry. I - I fucked up, I know that. But - I - I miss you, please you gotta forgive me.”

Your shoulders slumped with a sigh, and the few seconds you took to respond felt like hours to him.

“I do, I forgive you, Javi,” you whispered in a way that he knew you meant it, but there was something else and he felt little comfort at the words. “But - it can’t go back to the way it was.”

“Why not?” Javier didn’t even recognize his own voice, it was a desperate plea for you. It crossed his mind that it was useless, that it was over, but he needed you to know he was willing to fight for it, to fix it.

Your brows pinched together from the deep set frown, and you stared down at your hands where your fingers were tangled in knots.

“Because, it just can’t.” He took a step closer, then another, and another until you finally looked up at him. He closed his eyes for a second, just one last time and pretended as if it was like it used to be before it all crumbled around him.

When he opened his eyes to find the pain in yours, he hated that he was the cause. But then, he saw a flicker of it, the way you used to look at him and he swore you almost said something before it all went away in a blink of an eye.

“I’m sorry I can’t. I can’t do this.” You backed away, scrambling towards the front door. “I can’t be here right now.” He called out your name. “Please,” you begged him, “Tell them I left. That I feel sick.”

“Hold on-”

“Please, Javier.” A few tears slipped onto your cheeks. “Just - I gotta go.”

He didn’t follow, he just stood at the end of the hall and watched the storm door clap shut.

Javier’s chest burned with unshed tears until he was gasping for air, choking on them. He hadn’t cried in years, and he wouldn’t start now. But he felt it, in his bones, his being and it all became clear to him.

---

Wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, you curled up into a corner of the couch. It was nearing dark, a lilac tint holding onto the sky. When you got up to order take out, you’d switched on a few lamps so the delivery guy would know he was at the right address, and so the only light wouldn’t be the TV playing Pretty in Pink.

Your thoughts had bleeped out the dialogue; you just couldn’t stop thinking about him. You’d spent the whole drive home bawling your eyes out to the Pieces of You album, the tears finally stopped after a soak in the tub right before sunset.

You just kept remembering how vulnerable Javier looked, how thick the desperation seeped into his voice and for a split-second as his sad doe-eyes looked down at you, you almost let it all go.

The thought made you groan into the empty apartment, accidentally honking your head on the back of the couch. “Oww,” you whimpered, rubbing the back of your head.

Suddenly, a trio of knocks sounded at your door. Mh-mmm Chinese. Exactly what you need.

“Just a minute,” you yelled out as you scoured your wallet, pulling out a twenty on the trot to the door. You opened it, and proceeded to shut it once you saw him. He stopped it before it could clasp.

Damn his reflexes.

“Wait,” you were getting tired of hearing him say that. You opened the door up, and he held up the back of to-go as a Honda Civic sped off in the alleyway. “Gave him a 50 to let me deliver it.”

“What do you want?” You blinked up at him - exasperated.

“Give me 2 minutes, that’s all I ask.” He seemed different, assured in a sense, but a shake of nerves still stained his voice.

“Then can I get my food?” He handed it over with a chuckle, a peace offering - a sign he wouldn’t hold it hostage. You placed it on the console table, turning back to him with a nod. “Alright, go on.” You leaned against the door.

He rested his arm on the frame, grounding himself as his other hand gripped tightly to his waist. He looked into your eyes, whispering your name - the sound of it made him smile with an airy breath that bordered on relief.

“I know, I messed up. It was wrong and I’m sorry I hurt you.” He stalled, carefully mulling over his next words.

“I love you.”

The declaration made your breath catch in your throat. It was everything you wanted to hear, but a part of you doubted it, passing it off as mere loneliness that had driven him here.

“No, you don’t have Javi,” you replied painfully, “you just don’t wanna lose me.”

He fought the urge to step closer, fingers rasping against the skin of his palm with a scuffle of his feet.

“You’re right - I don’t wanna lose you, but it’s not that.” You obsessively shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. “Because being your friend isn’t enough - it’s never been enough.”

He gently cupped your face, bringing one hand to your cheek to lift your gaze to him before his warm palm covered the other, his thumb swiping away the loose tears on your chapped cheeks. To him, his words always seemed inadequate, unable to find the right ones to convey his feelings. But he knew, with his touch and the look in his eyes, he could show you everything he needed to convey.

“You’re the best person I’ve ever met, and you deserve…so much. And I didn’t know if I could give that to you, but I wanna try. Because - fuck - I love you.” His forehead came to rest on yours, every deep breath to calm his racing heart fanned across your face as the sharp tip of his nose brushed against yours. “Everything about you. The sound of your voice, the laugh you do when somethings stupid funny in a movie. The smell of your fucking laundry detergent. Even your hour-long orders. I love it all. I have for so long, before this - before even Laredo. Please... Give me a chance.”

“Javi,” you whispered - at a loss of words. He held on tighter like he was holding on to a lifeline. It didn’t hurt, just a light press to your cheekbones. You stared up at him; his eyes looked like sheet glass, thin and breakable.

“I love you too.” His whole body melted, every muscle lax with relief and his mouth twitched into a wide smile.

“Yeah?” He asked with a gasp that sounded like he’d been holding his breath for hours.

As you nodded your hands came to rest on his chest, toying with the buttons of his shirt. “But you gotta promise me something.”

“Anything,” he said before kissing your forehead with a firm press of lips as if couldn’t kiss you hard enough.

“That you’ll be here when I wake up tomorrow.”

“Always,” he said before tentatively bringing his lips to yours.

The tender brushing of lips morphed into a deep, sensual kiss as his hand slipped from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you into him. With one hand resting to feel the frantic beat of his heart, your other winded into his hair, combing through it, with an occasional scratch of your nails along his scalp that made him groan.

Suddenly, a group of people walking by hooted and hollered at the scene. You pulled away with a giggle at the obviously hammered college-age kids that just got a show.

“You maybe wanna come in?”

Javier pretended to debate, he squinted with a twist of his head from side to side. With a dramatic huff and a playful smack at the center of his chest, you grabbed his hand and dragged him inside.

Slamming the door behind him, he twisted you around making you squeal in surprise when he gathered you in his arms, slotting his lips to yours with an accidental clash of teeth. He ignored it. Kissing you harder as his arms wrapped around you until you faded into him.

Trailing the familiar path to your room, you thought about that night. He was so frantic with hungry and rushed kisses that now made more sense. It was passion - a build up - yes but also while you thought it’d lead to more, he was drinking his fill as if it could satiate him.

Your lips broke from his the moment you felt the carpet underneath your feet. Stopping at the foot of your bed, hands clasped behind your back with a soft sway you waited as he closed the door behind him. You could hear the ooooh ooooh of the Pretty in Pink prom scene mumbling through the now shut door.

As soon as he turned around he stopped. His brow doesn’t eyes glistened with adoration and he dragged a hand across his mouth like he was mesmerized.

“Beautiful,” he said more to himself, but still you heard the low rasp making your eyes dip to your feet, lip caught between your teeth to stifle a cheesy grin.

With three long strides, he consumed your space. His hand slithered to the back of your neck again in a lightly possessive hold that brought your focus to him.

There was a flash of regret - remorse as he stared into your slightly bloodshot eyes. He knew it was him that caused it, but you just wiped the hurt away, forgave him without much of a thought. He winced as if he felt a pang of guilt pierce his chest.

“I don’t deserve you,” he husked with raw honesty, making you shake your head. He carried so much guilt around already from trying to do the right thing. He was a good person who cared too much, too smart for his own good at times and put others above him.

“Javi,” you cradled his cheek. “If only you could see you the way I do. You’d know that isn’t true.”

Javier’s nostrils flared like they burned and he harshly swallowed, his thumb mindlessly caressing the tender skin behind your ear.

Your fingers winded into his belt loops to tug him closer. His free hand skimmed down to rest at your lower back, pressing you into him as he kissed you again, long and deep. His tongue slid against the seam of your mouth, which you eagerly opened. Rucking his shirt from where it was tucked in his jeans to work at the buttons.

“I gotta ask,” you pulled away as you undo the last button, feeling his warm skin when you slid it from his shoulders into a puddle behind him. “Did you know this was my favorite?”

“I had a hunch,” he chuckled, then grabbed the hem of your pullover to tug it over your head, joined mere seconds later by a sports bra and loose cotton shorts.

He stepped back and any self-consciousness that might’ve existed with other partners didn’t with him.

“Lay back,” he ordered with a notch of his head at the bed before shoving off his jeans, cock bouncing against his stomach. Complying, you raced to prop yourself between the two pillows then crooked a finger at him to join.

The playful action made him smirk with a light airy chuckle. His hands traveled with his greedy gaze along your body in his slow crawl above you.

“Absolutely beautiful,” he said once he was fully hovering above. “Love you so much,” He nuzzled into your neck, inhaling the scent that he missed so much in your absence. “And now I’m gonna show ya.”

Every inch of skin tingled in his vast exploration of your body, goosebumps raptured where his hands roamed; from the soft flesh of your thighs to your rib cage, thumbs sliding at the cusps of your breasts before descending into the same tantalizing path.

Slowly with wet lips and soft sucks to your neck, he moved to your collarbone to nip at the jut before reaching the tops of your breasts

His dark eyes stared up as he started to experimentally flick your hardening bud; the soft moan escaping your lips made a proud smirk tease his before it was overtaken with the swirl of his tongue around your nipple. With a breathless pant of his name your hands curled into his hair.

Switching to your untouched breast, he sucked the neglected leak into his mouth, his hand skimming the outside of your thigh, up past your belly till he pinched the spit-glistening bud.

Cupping the soft flesh in his large palms, he shoved his face into your breasts, forehead sticking to your sweaty skin as he moaned against it with a dig of his hips into the bed.

It felt like he stayed there for hours from the way your pussy was throbbing. Lacking the attention it so desperately wanted, you tried to seek friction but found none trapped under the weight of his body.

“Please, Javi, please ” you mewled, and he sucked one last time at your nipple before releasing it with a pop. Wet, tender kisses followed his path down until he reached your spread open thighs.

Resting his hands on your knees, he licked his lips as he spread you wider to reveal your glistening folds. Your hips canted under his assessment, but he pressed down to keep you in place.

“Let me admire you,” he said with a menacing smirk, secretly enjoying the way you wiggle and tremble for more.

“Stay like this,” he ordered as he released one hand from your knee. Fingertips brushed against your slit and you groaned from the effort of keeping your hips flush to the sheets.

“Good girl,” he praised and you felt yourself get wetter. “Oh, you liked that?” Your head bobbed, slightly embarrassed when his fingers swiped at your slick, admiring it on his fingers before he continued to tease by opening you up to get a better look at your swelling clit beg for attention.

“Javi, baby, baby - come on, please touch me, please.”

He hummed at your pleading, satisfied he settled between your thighs and placed your legs over his shoulder before licking a long stripe to your wet entrance.

“You fucking taste so good,” he growled into your cunt, “gonna stay here forever.”

---

He couldn’t get enough. Even with a slightly sore jaw, he couldn’t stop. Lost in your pussy, he kept you on edge with slow explorative swipes of his tongue until you were swollen - glazed in a mixture of your own wetness and his spit.

Your knees were pressed against his ears to rock against his face, babbling aimlessly before finally he heard a coherent ‘fingers’. He decided to reward your patience, slipping from your bruising hold with whines of protest.

“Oh baby, don’t worry,” he cooed, shushing you while situating to a better angle. He’d never seen a prettier sight than you with blown lustful eyes, chest heaving and dripping for him. He stole a quick kiss. “I’m giving you what you want,” he reassured as he leaned back, prodding your hole with a single thick digit before sinking it in.

Your walls clamped down, pulsing to let him know how close you already were. Pushing in a second finger, he curled them against the spongy spot, and you gasped his name.

As he worked his fingers, a slow pace that kept you dangling on the edge until you clawed at the sheets. Resting the palm of his free hand on your mound, his thumb swiped across your swollen clit.

His pace increased, the sound of your pussy squelching and squeezing filled the room. He growled at the sight of his fingers fucking into you, pulling high-pitched calls of his name mixed with more and please.

He could feel it.

“So good, so fucking tight and so wet, your dripping baby. You gonna cum? Gonna fucking soak me? Come on.”

“Oh fuck yes, oh fuck! Javi!” Your body curled with a wail of his name as you soaked him in your orgasm.

“Good girl. My messy little pussy did so good. So pretty when you come all over me,” he cooed and praised, working you down until your body plopped into a satiated heap on the bed.

“Shit,” you said, trying to prop yourself up on your elbows but falling right back down. “I’ve never done that,” you giggled, gasping for breath while draping your arm over your head.

He crawled upwards, his hard leaking cock smeared against your thigh when you pulled him in for a breathless kiss. Arms tired, he dropped down to rest beside you, watching you stare up at the ceiling while catching your breath.

After a minute you turned on your side, elbow propped up on the pillow, head resting on your palm and he couldn’t help but smile. You were so blissed out, droopy eyed with a lopsided grin and it didn’t matter that his cock was throbbing, he didn’t care. He was content, just laying here with you, basking in your post-orgasm glow.

However, you weren’t. Mustering up your strength to straddle him, your fingers danced across his chest. He gripped at your sticky thighs, curling his fingers into the soft flesh.

A trail of slick from your molten cunt dragged from the tip of his cock to the base, he groaned - eyes shutting and head dropping back against the pillow. You took advantage of the position and nipped at his jaw, giving him a little payback as you kissed down his neck.

“Fuck, are you sure?” He asked when you grinded your soaked, sensitive lips against him.

“Mh-mmm, need you inside me. Felt so good,” you mewled, and he reached for a condom, fumbling with the box in your nightstand. You were distracting him, he couldn’t look away when your lips parted with soft sounding moans at the tiny circles of your hips. Smacking the box against the side of the drawer, the thick roll of packets broke free. He ripped one off, and you raised your hips to let him put it on.

Positioning him at your entrance, you started to sink down. His eyes squeezed shut, brows pinched and you moved a little slower, taking him at a glacial pace so he wouldn’t cum at how warm and tight you felt.

How did he think he could live without this?

“Don’t move, baby,” he gritted out the second you were flush against him, “Give me a second. Shit - you feel good. Squeezing me so tight. You have the tightest fucking pussy.”

The moment his eyes opened to your naked body atop of his, he wondered if he’d died and gone to heaven. Your smile was sweet, mischievously proud that you caused the veins of his forehead to pop out. His teeth crushed together, and he tried to regain control but he just couldn’t.

“Shit, I’m not gonna last,” he admitted in defeat as his released refused to be put at bay.

“That’s okay, Javi. Just feel it, feel how wet you made me, oh baby I’ve never felt that good,” you said with a seductive bite of your lip, a slow rock of your hips that made his mouth drop open.

Suddenly, he shifted - keeping you in his lap as he moved to sit upright, holding you closer to him. With one hand on the center of your back, the other on your hip he captured your lips in a sloppy and needy kiss as you grinded down on him.

“That’s it baby, that’s it - so good,” he panted out, kissing that sensitive spot on your neck that made your head drop back. Your over sensitive clit brushed along the coarse hairs at the base of his cock making your fingers wind into his hair with a harsh pull.

“Shit - I love you, no one can make me feel like you do.”

He felt your walls fluttering around him, and he desperately wanted - no needed to feel you come undone around him. Nipping at the skin of your shoulder he hissed as his hips met your movement.

“I love you - so much baby. Oh you feel so good - fucking squeezing me so tight like the good fucking girl you are. I’m gonna cum, I need you to. Fucking please, let me feel you. Fucking soak me again, baby. Come on”

Javier felt like his whole body was on fire. His mind had turned to mush at your pulsing walls, so wet you were dripping around the base of him with a squelch of your hips. He’d never heard a better sound than the chant of his name, your head thrown back in pleasure as you rode him.

Finally, when your body seized up, gripping his cock somehow tighter than before he cried out your name as he released into the condom.

He blacked out, coming to with whispers of praise and I love you’s as you peppered his face in kisses. Wrapping his arms around you, he squeezed you to him, tasting the salt of your skin.

He’d never let you go again.

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whitewaterpaper · 4 years

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Total panik i går förmiddag när jag inser, precis innan jag skall posta och gå till jobbet att en film saknades, inte bara i listan nedan utan i min filmdagbok som den bygger på. Fixat nu, och lyckligtvis låg omdömet kvar i yWriter-mappen men posten borttagen från programmet. Inget speciellt tema denna månad, bortsett från att jag verkligen smakat av bredden på b-filmer som finns på Amazon Prime.

A Midsummer Night's Dream [IT/US/UK-1999]

Arena, the [US-1974]

Ator - Stridsörnen / Ator l'invincibile [IT-1982]

Dr. Otto and the Riddle of the Gloom Beam [US-1985]

Ännu en tidig film i det som skulle utvecklas till filmserien om Ernest P. Worrell.

Grottmannen Dug / Early Man [FR/UK/US-2018]

Hocus Pocus [US-1993] 👍

Jag menar: vad annars skall man se på Halloween? Om inte en av Bette Midlers bästa filmer?

Justice League [US-2017]

Manikarnika: The Queen of Jhansi [IN-2019] 👍

Indisk actionäventyr med historisk bakgrund.

Monkey Up [US-2016] 👎

Mest får man ut av den här filmen genom att undvika den.

Nancy Drew... Reporter [US-1939]

Robin Hood [US-2018]

🖐 Missa inte mitt omdöme på filmen!

Runaway [US-1984]

Härlig Robot-Science Fiction med Tom Selleck.

Triassic World [US-2018]

The Asyum!

Tomb Invader [US-2018] 👍

The Asyum!

🖐 Missa inte mitt omdöme på filmen!

Yeti: The Giant of the 20th Century / Yeti - Il Gigante del 20° Secolo [IT-1977] 👎

Har du sett King Kong, har du med all säkerhet redan sett den här. Även om du inte specifikt tittat på den.

Lite senare än vad jag normalt postar den, men månadens lista uppe nu iaf. En hel del icke-engelska filmer denna månad. Som vanligt, är något av intresse så hojta till.

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Resurrected: New Places

Summary: Robin goes to see Regina's new place and lets out what he's been holding in.

Feel free to send me prompts or submit questions about the verse or even for the characters!

Also on AO3

Robin didn’t know what to expect out of Regina’s new apartment, but it was much nicer than he thought it would be. It was on Main Street, not that far from Granny’s. He remembered Artemis Gold wasn’t just a powerful judge in town, but also the landlord for nearly every property. After all Regina had done for him, Robin supposed the man owed her a few favors. Still, it was near the new artesian bakery and not that far from the park. She had been deliberate and clear in her choices. She wanted to make it work.

It had been a few days since her reunion with their youngest and not a lot had changed with Roland. Margot and Henry would meet up with Regina for dinner or she’d pick them up from school to hang out for a bit. Robin didn’t feel comfortable with them going to her apartment just yet. A part of him was putting it off because he knew it would be okay. Regina would never live anywhere that the kids wouldn’t be safe in.

This just wasn’t what he wanted. He never wanted his kids to be away from him for weeks at a time. They were going to be living like a divorced couple and he already had been there once. He and Marian had gotten married straight out of high school and were happy…for a while. The marriage was short lived when the high school sweethearts realized that as much as they loved each other, it wasn’t going to change the fact that Marian loved women. It had been easier back then, there were no children. They were both in college, they could just move on. As badly as Robin had wanted a child, he was almost glad that in those first few months of trying, that it didn’t work out. When he was a father, he’d be there every day. There’d be no splitting of custody or working around the holidays.

It was exactly what he’d have to do with Regina.

The simple solution would be to let her move back home, but he wasn’t ready for that. Three years had gone by and both of them were very different, as were the kids. Archie agreed that after Roland’s reaction to her return, it was best for her to stay in her apartment and let him come to her.

Regina toured Robin around the building, showing him the pool that was on the first floor along with a gym. Her unit was spacious and filled with color, different pictures on the wall. There were three bedrooms, one for the boys and one for Margot, she explained. It wasn’t as big as their house, but it would do. She had even bought some books and toys, she said she’d be getting a desk for Henry as soon as she could get a job.

“What are you going to do?” Robin asked, speaking up for the first time since he got there.

Regina shrugged, shoving her hands into her pockets. “My law license is expired and they’re probably going to make me retake the bar before I can get it back. I figured in the meantime I might do some paralegal work. Gold has been looking int openings for me.”

“That’s nice of him.” There was a pause. “Did he know?”

Regina shook her head. “No.”

“So…who did?”

“Let’s make some tea and we can…”

“Regina, I don’t want tea. I want to just talk about it.”

Regina looked at him, a little surprised. This wasn’t like him, not at all. She could see that he clearly hadn’t slept well since her return and he was on edge. He didn’t like the way he was at the moment either. Like Roland, he wanted to go back to before any of this ever happened.

“Jefferson Chapeau knew,” she said, softly. “He was the hitman that Zelena hired, one of my PIs that I used for cases. Other than that, the only people that knew were Victor Whale and the pilot that took me to Washington.”

Robin cringed at the mention of Whale. He had been the coroner that had convinced Robin that he didn’t want to see his wife’s body.

“You want to remember her as she is, not what she’s become.”

He had been so distraught and just wanted to get home to his kids, that he hadn’t put up much of a fight. He had agreed it’d be in the best interest of the children if the funeral was closed casket.

“What did I bury?” He asked.

“An empty casket.”

“And the personal effects they couldn’t recover?”

Regina reached into her blouse and pulled out the chain that hung from her neck. Around it were the rings he had given her. “I needed a piece of you.”

Robin shook his head. “I still can’t believe any of this.”

“Robin, I’m sorry. Looking back, if I could change some things…”

“But you can’t. You left us, Regina. I had to take care of the kids by myself for 3 years. I worked, I came home, that was my life!”

“At least you got to see them.” Tears filled Regina’s eyes. “I didn’t realize that caring for them was such a chore.”

“Is that how you think I look at it?!?” Robin’s eyes widened. “I love those kids with everything inside of me and I would do it all over again, but that doesn’t make it easy! It wasn’t like before you left! I had two grieving boys and a little girl who didn’t understand what the hell was going on! You said you got pictures, but do you know what was really going on during that time?”

Regina was silent, so Robin barreled on.

“Henry ran away from your funeral, he ran away a lot, period. He stopped going to school, a lot. It got to the point where it would be a game between me and Will where I’d drop him off and count the minutes until I got the call that he wasn’t there. No amount of grounding, taking things way or talking worked. He stopped talking to me, he stopped reading and writing, he wouldn’t go play with his friends! I had no clue how to help him, because I couldn’t blame him! I wanted to run away myself! I wanted to spend all day in bed!”

He drew out a deep breath and could see that she was crying, but for once in his life, he didn’t care.

“Then there was Roland. He refused to step foot in a car for months, months! I had to walk him everywhere and if I ever got in a car, he’d freak out until I called him to let him know that daddy was okay. It wasn’t until he talked to Archie that even started doing better. He lost his brother during that time too, because Henry couldn’t even look him in the eyes given how much he looks like you.”

Robin took a step forward, so he was looking straight at Regina.

“Over the years, I tried to explain things to Margot, but she didn’t get it. When she asked me why her friend Alexandra had a mommy but she didn’t and I explained, I was the one that had to hold her while she cried. I had watched our sons go through hell, and now I had to watch my daughter. That’s not even starting about what any of this did to me! I woke up every morning, like a zombie. I cried myself to sleep at night, the nights I could sleep. One night…I left the kids with Will and drove out to the ocean and debated walking until I couldn’t anymore.”

“Oh my God…”

“I started seeing Archie after that,” Robin clarified, holding up a hand. He felt a salty tear hit the corner of his mouth. “We all started to move on. We found our own way. Henry started doing better, actually went to school. Roland can be in cars again and act like a normal kid. Margot’s happy and well adjusted. I was going to…”

He stopped himself before admitting what Will had talked him into just days before Regina returned.

“Roland told me that life was easier when we thought you were dead and he was right. In some ways…in some ways I wish you hadn’t come back. I love you, Regina, I love you more than life itself but I also hate you for what you did to our family.”

Regina let out a shaky breath. “What do you want me to do?”

Robin batted at his eyes and looked around the boys’ room. “You can have Henry and Margot on the weekends, plus whenever Henry wants to come over. He’s old enough to choose. I’ll work on Roland.”

“And us?”

“I…I need more time.”

He headed for the door until Regina called for him. He turned around to find her standing there, tear stained face and looking completely guilty. A part of him was happy because of that, the other part wanted to wrap her into his arms and never let go.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“I know. That’s what makes it worse.”

#resurrected verse #outlaw queen #outlaw queen au #oq #oq au

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Sherlock Holmes and His Inability to Sing.

“Oi, Sherlock! Put the bloody heater on- it’s freezing in ‘ere.” Whined Greg as he slammed the ice laden 221B door. Gossamer shards slid from the wood and landed on the pavement with a shattering crescendo, sounding like the twitching chirps of a wind-chime long forgotten and surrendered to the December robins.

“Brr, God’s sake- how cold is it in here? Lads? Lads?” He marched up the stairs and pressed his ear up against the door, before falling silent and listening. There was nothing to be heard.

“Right! I’m coming in!”

He stepped back, oblivious of the perilous drop of stairs behind him, and ran forward, throwing his body weight against the door and swinging it open violently with the power of his shoulder. He stumbled into the room and scrambled to his feet,

“Police! Police! John? Sherlock?!”

Instantly, sprang up a blanket woven around a slim frame and pulled over its head. It unfurled with such force that it couldn’t handle its momentum and so plummeted forward inelegantly.

“Argh, J-John? John?!”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake. Sherlock, it’s me- Greg. You texted! Said it was an emergency. Ring a bell? God, I was panicking! Here, get up,”

He scooped the bundle from the floor warmly and held it by the shoulders. “You alright, then?”

“Yes. Fine.” Ached Sherlock as he wriggled free.

“Come on, you soft git- take that off and tell me what’s happening.“ He reached to unsheathe the man in the blanket, but he swerved and writhed his way to the desk. He sat down wearily and began to explain,

“John’s doing Christmas this year, but a ‘proper family Christmas’, so he calls it. With a bird of somesort-”

“A turkey?”

“Yes, that’s the one. And it’ll be just us; John, myself and Rosie. With presents.”

“Presents, eh? Oh lord no, not presents!” The Detective Inspector chuckled.

“Yes, presents, Greg. Do keep up. Anyway- it’ll be the whole affair and I don’t really know what to do about it.”

“Hang on. You called me over here in the middle of rush hour, because you can’t handle Christmas?! Bloody Hell, Sherlock! You’re a Dad now!”

“I’m not a Dad!” He screamed, “That’s just the issue! I am not a Dad! I am not Rosie’s father…” He paused solemnly, “But I am the reason she does not have a mother.”

Greg’s eyes softened. He sighed sorrowfully and pressed his lower lip into his other.

“Oh, Sherlock. I- I didn’t know- I didn’t know you felt like that. Heck, I didn’t even know you felt at all!” He placed his hand on the plush throw. “You can’t change what happened, but you can change what will happen. What’s the biggest issue you’ve got with the big C?”

“Rosie’s having a little concert with the children from the nursery later on today.”

“Yes, go on.“

“And the parents are supposed to sing with their children.”

“Oh, that’s nice. What’s it called then?”

Sherlock’s nose flared and he breathed in and out slowly, before spitting,

“Mummy and Daddy Sing-a-Long Christmas Bonanza.”

“But… you’re two Daddies.”

“Yes, wait no! No and yes. Yes, that’s true and the name of the event is utterly stupid in every sense- and no, that is not the issue. The issue is… I can’t sing.”

“Now, come on! I’m sure you’re not that bad! Gimme a quick rendition.”

“No.”

“Go on. Just a quickie. Oh shit, I meant a quick one. Shit! A quick song!”

“No.”

“Oh, I see,” Said Greg as he shook his head, “I see the problem. You’re Sherlock Holmes. The Sherlock Holmes! It’s not that you can’t sing- you just won’t.”

“Can’t, won’t, whatever. What should I do?”

“I think you should just suck it up and do it.”

“No,” whimpered the blanket. It stood and shuffled back to the sofa, where it’s sulking sessions usually took place. “No, that’s not what I wanted you to say!”

“I don’t know what to tell ya, Sherl. No, I don’t that. Sher…ly? Ack- no. Right, I’m off. Things to be done. Actual problems to be solved! I’m an important man you know!”

“If you are so important, then how does the station run without you?”

“It doesn’t! Oh forget this- I’m goin’. See you round. I’ll probably see you online actually! ‘Sherlock Holmes Sings ‘Jingle Bells’. What a video that’d be!”

“Ngh.”

“You’re gonna go viral! London loves you!”

And just like that, he was gone. The only trace was a trail of ice and water, mixed with the dirt from boots never cleaned.

“I won’t sing!”

Two shots rang out, as two very neat bullet holes were made in the wall. The sniper coughed feebly as the dull plaster snowed into the tussled mahogany mop that his face was buried in.

“Sherlock?!”

The door slammed again, this time with the brute force used to open it. The walls reverberated from the impact that struck the room. The same force plundered its way up the stairs, but slowly. Carefully. There was another force, a minute one, in front of it.

“Rosie, honey, go and play in my bedroom. Here, take my phone. There you go. Daddy wants to talk to Dad.”

“Okay Daddy, I love you, Daddy.”

“I know honey, I love you too. Now go on, go and play.” I said warmly as I advanced. Sherlock’s ears pricked up and he turned to face me. He sprung around with his dark hair thickly shot with grey.

“John! How was shopping?”

I gave him a hard stare. The coldest, most stern look on my face spoke only of rage and disapproval. I was just thankful I took that bloody Santa hat off outside because Heaven help Sherlock if he laughed now.

“The wall.” I grunted through my teeth. “I asked you not to shoot at the wall.”

“I didn’t think you were going to know. You were out, and you’re not the most observant of people.” He giggled.

I scowled more, carving the lines deeper into my worn face. “I think I’d notice bullet holes, Sherlock.”

“Can you see them now?”

I looked at the wallpaper. Black and white motif. It was useless trying to see anything, a high-vis jacket could get lost in that pattern.

“I- I… I- no. I don’t see it. But, that doesn’t mean you can go tearing up our flat just because you’re pissed about something!”

“Daddy,” toddled in Rosie, “Can I put my show dress on? My Chi- Crisna- Chra-”

“Christmas. Rosamund, listen, Christmas.”

“Sherlock, when you’re correcting our daughter, please be more-”

“Our daughter? John, no. This, it’s too much!”

“Dad?”

“Sherlock?

“No, no, no! I’m not her father, John, you are!”

“Sherlock.”

“I can’t do it!”

I tossed my head back ever so slightly, so I could swallow the bulge in my throat. I croaked,

“Can’t do what, Sherlock?”

“This! Any of it!” He shrunk and crouched on his knees, eyes level with Rosie’s, and spoke firmly, “I will not be singing with you this evening, Rosamund. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“And… Daddy might ask you to stop calling me Dad, okay Rosamund?”

I drew in my shaking breath and clenched my sweating palms. I felt my pulse raise and pound through my whole body. The heartbeat heated my burning face. I was so consumed with fury and despair, that the edges of my vision blackened and blurred, and I struggled to stay on my feet.

“And why, Sherlock… why would I do that?”

“Because I am a terrible parent, an unfit guardian and a danger to those in this flat. I am not meant to be like you! Warm and affectionate and kind and-”

“Do you still want to marry me?”

“I, John-”

“On October 31st, just under two months ago, you got down on one knee- in this very spot- and tried to propose to me. I said ‘yes’ and it was amongst the most spectacular nights of my life. But if you don’t want to marry me, then, then, then leave!”

“John, calm down-”

“Do you want to marry me or not?!”

He looked into my bloodshot eyes and at the oceans flooding my face. I stood defensively, with the look of a wild animal stitched into my skin.

He then looked down at the dainty girl staring up at him sorrowfully.

“I’m going out.” He stated as he wrapped the mauve scarf around his neck and grabbed his coat.

“Sherlock, Sherlock if I don’t see you at that ‘Sing-a-Long’-”

“Ugh!”

“If I do not see you at that event tonight, then do not even think of showing your face around here ever again! Do you understand me?!”

He looked at me expressionlessly and turned to face the door. He stopped. He thought. He continued and left me with my crying daughter, equally as broken as I was.

The hours passed and I found myself at the nursery with my face wizened by the bitter air drying my tears. It was dark, but Rosie’s face was bright with excitement. She was bounding up and down, and the light from her hands shifted as she moved.

“Careful honey, don’t burn yourself on that Christingle.”

“Okay Daddy.”

It was dark and melancholy. Though there was a warmth in my hand, there was none within me. I looked at my watch. Quarter to six. We started at six. I waved at Mums and Dads galore as I waded through the crowds of harmonious parents. I looked at so many faces, but I was only looking for one.

I couldn’t forgive him, but I needed him to be here with me.

Six o’clock came and we all gathered at the front of the tiny hall. Grandparents and assorted relatives perched eagerly on the edge of their metal fold-away seats, with camcorders and flip-phones at the ready.

On came the music from the CD player, ‘Silent night, holy night…’

“Wait! Stop! John! John!”

The hall was filled with the sharp echoes of wooden soles on a polished floor. From between the rows of chairs, ran a lanky suit, with a black case under his arm and a wide grin on his cadaverous face.

“Sherlock!”

“Daddy!”

“One moment! Terribly sorry folks, I will be just one moment!”

From his case, he produced an ornate violin and bow, much to the amazement of the octogenarians in the audience reciting the famous Detective’s name in awe.

He bounded up to the front and floated down gracefully to Rosie’s level and embraced her. He didn’t say anything, but simply crossed his legs, plucked her from the floor and placed her on the right side of his lap, with the instrument on his left shoulder. He tapped the bow on the floor jovially and waved at the elderly lady at the helm of the CD player,

“From the top, if you please!”

As the music began to play, Rosie giggled and shoved the flaming orange in her hands into Sherlock’s face.

“Da- Sherlock? Do you like my Chr- Cwi- Chee-”

“Christingle, my dear Watson, the word is Chris-tin-gle”

He then synchronised his notes with that of the music and occasionally played different ones, deepening the richness of the multiple tones of what otherwise would have been a very simple melody.

He whispered lowly, “Rosie, dear, call me Dad.”

I wasn’t done with him just yet, but the walk home was going to be a lot less lonely with my fiance at my side.

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Super League team news - Hull KR, Warrington, Leeds, Widnes, Wakefield and Hull FC wrapped up | Rugby League News

http://www.internetunleashed.co.uk/?p=13357 Super League team news - Hull KR, Warrington, Leeds, Widnes, Wakefield and Hull FC wrapped up | Rugby League News - http://www.internetunleashed.co.uk/?p=13357 Warrington's Dom Crosby will make his debut for struggling Leeds on Friday, having joined on loan All the rest of the Super League team news ahead of Hull KR v Warrington, Leeds v Widnes and Wakefield v Hull FC. League leaders St Helens kicked off the latest round of Super League action on Thursday, live on Sky Sports, with a 14-6 victory at Wigan.On Friday, Castleford host Huddersfield on Sky Sports Arena from 7.30pm, while Saturday sees Catalans face Salford also in front of the Sky cameras - live on Sky Sports Action from 5pm. Here's the team news for the rest of this week's Super League games...Hull KR v Warrington Wolves (Friday, KO 8pm)Hull KR, currently sat in 10th and seemingly set for a spell in the Qualifiers, have prop Lee Jewitt back from a three-match absence with groin and back problems and centre Junior Vaivai also returns following minor nose surgery.However, the Robins have lost winger Justin Carney with an ankle injury and have an injury doubt over second row Joel Tomkins. Danny McGuire has been in great form for Hull KR in recent weeks Warrington currently sit fourth in Super League, and coach Steve Price has brought in Morgan Smith and Pat Moran to plug the gaps created by the loss of centre Bryson Goodwin and forward Ben Westwood in the two changes to the team that drew with Catalans Dragons.Last six league matches: Hull KR LLDWWW; Warrington WLWWLD.Top try-scorers: Ryan Shaw (Hull KR) 11; Josh Charnley (Warrington) 12.Top goal-scorers: Ryan Shaw (Hull KR) 56; Bryson Goodwin (Warrington) 29.Referee: L Moore. Hull KR's 19-man squad: Adam Quinlan, Junior Vaivai, Danny McGuire, Nick Scruton, Shaun Lunt, Mose Masoe, Maurice Blair, James Greenwood, Ben Kavanagh, Lee Jewitt, James Donaldson, Chris Clarkson, Robbie Mulhern, Liam Salter, Chris Atkin, Will Oakes, Danny Tickle, Elliot Wallis, Joel Tomkins. Warrington's 19-man squad: Sitaleki Akauola, Kevin Brown, Mitch Brown, Josh Charnley, Daryl Clark, Mike Cooper, Chris Hill, Jack Hughes, George King, Toby King, Tom Lineham, Harvey Livett, Pat Moran, Declan Patton, Joe Philbin, Ben Pomeroy, Stefan Ratchford, Tyrone Roberts, Morgan Smith.Leeds Rhinos v Widnes Vikings (Friday, KO 8pm)Kevin Sinfield's Leeds are currently sat ninth and on the verge of a Qualifiers place.Centre Jimmy Keinhorst, who made three appearances on loan for Widnes in mid-season, is back from a six-week absence with a hamstring injury and hooker Matt Parcell is also fit again after missing the draw with Wakefield with an elbow injury. Second rower Brett Ferres is out with a knee injury.Loan signing Dom Crosby will make his Leeds Rhinos debut having joined from Warrington, while Brad Singleton is named as captain. Widnes are sat rock bottom of Super League and face a battle to preserve their status for 2019.Winger Patrick Ah Van takes over from the injured Stefan Marsh and former Leeds second row Weller Hauraki is also back from injury after sitting out the home defeat by Hull KR.Last six league matches: Leeds LLLLLD; Widnes LLLLLL.Top try-scorers: Luke Briscoe (Leeds) 24; Krisnan Inu (Widnes) 6.Top goal-scorers: Kallum Watkins (Leeds) 34; Tom Gilmore (Widnes) 33.Leeds 19-man squad: Ashton Golding, Tom Briscoe, Liam Sutcliffe, Ryan Hall, Joel Moon, Richie Myler, Adam Cuthbertson, Matt Parcell, Brad Singleton, Carl Ablett, Brad Dwyer, Mitch Garbutt, Jimmy Keinhorst, Ash Handley, Jack Walker, Mikolaj Oledzki, Josh Walters, Luke Briscoe, Dom Crosby. Widnes 19-man squad: Patrick Ah Van, Wellington Albert, Olly Ashall Bott, Owen Buckley, Jay Chapelhow, Ted Chapelhow, Danny Craven, Gil Dudson, Weller Hauraki, Aaron Heremaia, Chris Houston, Krisnan Inu, MacGraff Leuluai, Joe Mellor, Tom Olbison, Charly Runciman, Brad Walker, Danny Walker, Matt Whitley.Wakefield Trinity v Hull FC (Sunday, KO 3pm)Wakefield currently sit sixth and could do with gaining some valuable Super League points if they harbour any ambitions of competing for the playoffs in the Super 8s.Coach Chris Chester has made one change to the side which drew 20-20 against Leeds at Headingley last week, with Craig Huby replacing Anthony England int he squad following a couple of months out with injury. Hull FC's Fetuli Talanoa is back in the Hull squad after injury For Hull, key wing Fetuli Talanoa has sufficiently recovered from an ankle complaint to make the squad, though Albert Kelly and Jake Connor have dropped out owing to head and leg injuries respectively.Elsewhere, Marc Sneyd and Joe Westerman will have to pass late fitness tests on Saturday if they are to be added to the squad. Jamie Shaul and Josh Griffin remain out, while Sika Manu serves the final game of his three match suspension.Last six league matches: Wakefield WLWLLD; Hull FC LWLWLL. Wakefield 19-man squad: Chris Annakin, Tinirau Arona, Matty Ashurst, James Batchelor, Mason Caton-Brown, David Fifita, Ryan Hampshire, Keegan Hirst, Justin Horo, Craig Huby, Tom Johnstone, Ben Jones-Bishop, Max Jowitt, Reece Lyne, Jacob Miller, Pauli Pauli, Tyler Randell, Bill Tupou, Kyle Wood.Hull FC 19-man squad: Bureta Faraimo, Carlos Tuimavave, Fetuli Talanoa, Scott Taylor, Danny Houghton, Dean Hadley, Mark Minichiello, Jordan Abdull, Danny Washbrook, Brad Fash, Jez Litten, Mickey Paea, Jack Logan, Jansin Turgut, Jack Downs, Hakim Miloudi, Masi Matongo, Cameron Scott, Liam Harris. 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