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Learning to Live Part 24

summary: It’s just a regular Friday, until someone from Javier’s past comes to your work to reveal secrets he’s kept from you—it’s a lot to hear about the terrible things your boyfriend allegedly did in Colombia. 

rating: E (18+! Age gap (about ten years), Soft Javier Peña, Switch Javier Peña (He goes from very subby to very dommy), explicit smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie, oral sex (f and m receiving), deepthroating, a dash of mutual masturbation, light bondage (the tie is used again but on Javier), vaginal fingering, breeding kink, teasing, safe word usage, body worship (f and m receiving), dirty talk, praise kink (there’s a good boy), spit mention, begging, (1) spank, anal mention, angst with a happy ending, arguing, miscommunication, confessions, PTSD, nightmare (nothing graphic), emotional hurt/comfort, unhealthy coping mechanisms, Javier breaking down, some medical talk (nothing graphic), talks of the future, Javier quoting Gomez Addams)  

pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader (reader is a nurse with no physical descriptions)

word count: 19.1k (Buckle up, everyone)

a/n: Thank you so much for all of the love and support for this story, it means the world to me! I am very proud of myself for getting this done in less than two weeks. I might take a tiny break before the next chapter just so I don’t burn myself out. Big thanks to @juletheghoul for betaing!

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs feed me. I’d love to know what you thought!

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Friday, November 6th, 11:23 AM

Laredo’s hospital wasn’t even half the size of the one you worked at as a nurse in Dallas, which meant not all of the specialties they had doctors for had separate wings. This translated to your post-operation department getting the majority of the patients from the various surgeries done. Someone had a double-bypass performed on their heart? You were the one taking care of them. Hip replacement? They’d be under your supervision. An appendectomy? Another of yours. Basically, as long as they weren’t a child or having a child, they were coming to your unit to recuperate. 

Compared to your last job as an emergency room nurse, this one was a breeze. The people you cared for were usually so hopped up on pain medication they either slept, watched television, or zoned out. The hospital wasn’t too busy, so you got to work regular hours with weekends off, compared to the multiple twelve-hour shifts you worked before, plus overtime. As an added bonus, the nurse who shared the shift with you had become your best friend. 

Honestly, you were thrilled you moved to this small border town. 

Well, except for all of the gossip. 

After the first time Javier had shown up at your work to take you to lunch, you’d been the talk of the hospital as the woman he was dating, and you didn’t care. Still, it gave you unwanted flashbacks to the messy end of your last relationship years ago when you caught your ex, a cardiothoracic surgeon, banging another nurse in his office and having to deal with everyone whispering about it, learning they all knew it’d been going on for months—you’d sworn off dating anyone in your workplace after that, much to your parents chagrin. 

At least here, it was people mostly shocked that your future husband was actually dating someone, making them curious about why you were so special. 

It’d been months now since your relationship began, and the fascination had dulled down a little. Unfortunately, though, Javier would always be a hot topic of discussion amongst the townspeople, whether it be about him leaving Lorraine at the altar, helping take down Pablo Escobar, eliminating the Cali Cartel, dating you, or his work with the Sheriff’s office—he was basically a local celebrity, and he hated it, which was completely understandable.

It was almost lunchtime, and a new patient had been brought to your wing as he recovered from a minor heart surgery. Reading his chart, he was seventy-two and had a history of cardiovascular issues, seeing one other major surgery had been performed a couple years prior. He was still sleeping while you set him up in his room, his wife having gone to the cafeteria for food. 

The sound of footsteps alerted you someone had entered the open door. 

“Knock, knock,” Robyn, your co-worker and best friend, greeted in her Texan accent. You’d already gotten your patient connected to his IV that was currently pumping saline through the line and were now clipping the heart monitor onto his finger, the steady beeping of his heartbeat suddenly filling the air. 

“What’s up?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder at her.

The other woman’s long, chestnut brown hair was up in a high ponytail, her lips painted in wine-red lipstick, and she looked nervous, which was odd.

“Are you almost done in here? You’ve got a visitor…” 

That had your eyebrows furrowing; not expecting to see anyone today. 

“That isn’t Javi…?” you clarified. 

He was the only one who came to see you at lunch. 

“No...” She shook her head. “This man ain’t from around here… He said his name was Bill?” 

That confused you even more; no one was coming to mind by that name. 

“Did he give you a last name?”

“I didn’t ask.” She winced. 

You snorted, shaking your head while turning your attention back to your patient as you double-checked your work to ensure everything was set up correctly. “I thought you learned your lesson about not asking men for their last names.” 

The busty brunette walked closer to stand at your side as she whispered, “First of all, Seb is hotter than hell, and I only cared about knowin’ the name he wanted me screamin’.” Sebastián was Javi’s cousin whom Robyn took home the previous Friday from the bar, having no idea he was a Peña until he’d come by your work Tuesday to take her to lunch, and you had way too much fun revealing his identity. “Second,” she continued, “I usually don’t bother gettin’ last names ‘cause they’re just one-night stands.” She shrugged. 

“He was at your place for literal days before you found out, which is crazy.” 

“With the things he was doin’ to me, it really wasn’t important,” she replied with a smirk.

“Mhmm, it didn’t matter, but now that you know, it fills you with insane amounts of joy that you found yourself a Peña.” 

She playfully slapped your arm. “Shut up. He is pretty great and stayin’ at mine for the weekend.” Her eyebrows wagged. 

“He’s been staying at yours for the last week…” 

“And how long has Javi been stayin’ at yours? That man came over on your third date and never left.” 

“Touché. Aren’t Peña boys the best?” 

“They really are.” Her voice went quiet, “Anyways, there’s somethin’ off about the man out there. He was askin’ if I knew where you were from and stuff about your family. Just odd things to ask a stranger, you know? So, I want you to talk to him in the hallway in case I need to call security and Javi, okay?” 

Her concern had your hackles rising, wondering who this person could be. 

“Yeah, of course.” 

After finishing what you were doing, the patient settled in and was being monitored, Robyn told you she would do her rounds to check up on her own patients and listen for any signs of trouble from you. 

Taking a deep breath, you readied yourself for whatever was about to happen, walking out of the room toward the end of the hall where the nurse’s station was. You noticed the man you’d never seen before leaning against the tall counter, looking your way with a smile. 

The top of his head was bald, his face featuring a long, raggedy salt and pepper beard, dressed in dark jeans and a charcoal grey button-up under a dark green denim jacket. 

“Hi,” you said as you approached, offering him your name, “—I heard you wanted to see me. How can I help you?”

He straightened, standing to his full height. “It’s more of how I can help you,” he replied, holding out his hand for you to shake. “I’m Bill Stechner, an old friend of Javier Peña’s.” 

“Okay…?” This guy was too old to have gone to college with him, and it was weird he used Javi’s full name if he was supposedly a ‘friend.’ Robyn was right. There was definitely something off about him, and add in you’ve never heard of him before; this all seemed a bit fishy. Quickly, you shook his hand. “What exactly are you helping me with…?” you asked. 

The smile on his face was almost predatory, and you didn’t like it one bit, unconsciously wiping your hand on your blue scrub pants. 

“We’ll get to that in a minute.” He waved away your question. “Javier and I used to work together, and since I’m in town on business, I was dying to meet the woman who managed to tie him down.”

So, he tracked you down? Found out where you worked and came here? That was a little much to go through in order to meet a former co-worker’s new significant other… This guy had warning bells going off in your head because something wasn’t right. 

“Okay…?” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest. “You met me.” 

“That I have, and I’m a little surprised.” 

“Why’s that?” Your eyebrow rose. 

“Well, based on the many, many women he had relations with in South America, I just wouldn’t expect you to be his type...” 

Your eyes narrowed. Who the fuck was this guy? He really hunted you down to imply you weren’t as pretty as the other women Javi’s been with—what an asshole. 

“Did you come here just to insult me? Because if that’s the case, you can fuck right off.” 

“No, it’s great he ‘fell,’” he said the word sarcastically, making your jaw clench, “for you, and it’s wonderful you’re looking past all of the prostitutes he used for sex and information.” 

It was weird this man felt the need to mention that, knowing a lot of your boyfriend’s informants had been sex workers he fucked, and it didn’t bother you—it had been a coping mechanism for the shit he was dealing with while down there, and he treated them well.

“Why are you bringing that up? Why are you even talking to me alone? You’re really not giving me a great first impression here, pal.”

He pressed a hand over his heart in faux concern. “I’m just looking out for your best interests and want to make sure you actually know the man you’re living with.” 

“Right, my best interests…” you replied, sounding doubtful and doing your best not to roll your eyes. “So, what is my boyfriend apparently hiding from me that you felt it necessary to bother me at work?” 

There was a tiny nervous fluttering in your belly over what this could be about, hoping it wasn’t anything serious, but having a feeling it was going to be about the one topic Javi avoided talking about: 

Colombia. 

“Javier and I go way back—I’ve known him for years, and we worked kind of closely while he was down in South America.” Your suspicion was correct, and you wouldn’t lie, you were curious about what he had to say. “I was wondering, did he tell you why he wasn’t there to catch Pablo Escobar?” 

All you knew was Javi fucked up badly and got sent home before they got the drug lord.

“Please, enlighten me.” 

“I get why he’d hide it from you in shame. I think if he ‘loved’ you, he would’ve told you all about what he’d done in Colombia and the crimes he committed working with Los Pepes.” 

That was a low blow, and what crimes?

“Los Pepes?” 

“Los Perseguidos por Pablo Escobar—The Persecuted by Pablo Escobar or Los Pepes were a paramilitary vigilante group created by opposing cartel members trying to kill Escobar, oh, five or six years ago. That boyfriend you share a bed with fed them classified information like locations of Escobar’s men and their family members, and boy, were they notorious for killing innocent civilians indiscriminately. They’d go after Pablo’s sicarios and kill anyone who had a connection to him or just happened to be there—wrong place, wrong time.” He shrugged the fucker. “Javier’s intel ended up starting a war between the Medellín cartel and Los Pepes, both sides murdering many innocent men, women, and children, and that’s why he was sent home before they caught Escobar. Did you ever hear about the bombing down there at a shopping center the week before school was about to start?” 

It took you a second to answer as you processed what he told you. “Vaguely,” you answered. 

“Killed a bunch of kids and their families while they were getting school supplies and clothes—we know it was Escobar who planted it, and it wouldn’t have happened if things hadn’t gotten so out of hand with the leaked information. If you don’t believe me,” he continued, “I brought this interview by one of the leaders of Los Pepes so you can read about it yourself.” That’s when you saw him holding a rolled-up newspaper in one of his hands, the header reading The Miami Herald. “It talks about Javier’s role in it all and how big it was—if he hadn’t given the intel, a lot of lives would’ve been saved.”

It was a lot to take in, hearing about what Javi had supposedly done, and it was harder to imagine him doing such things because he was a caring, kind, honorable, and good man—there was no way in your mind he would’ve condoned so many innocents dying, and with how odd this whole visit was, you were taking what Bill was saying with a grain of salt. There were probably some truths in there, but definitely not all because it made zero sense with the fact your boyfriend was twenty minutes away at his office, and not locked up in a prison cell. 

Fuck ‘looking out for your best interest,’ this man was trying to turn you against Javi by telling you these terrible things, making it clear he absolutely was not a friend of his—he did not come here with good intentions; it was crazy he even came here at all. What you were assuming with all of the effort he put into this was there was bad blood between the two men, and this was Bill’s way of getting back at him—what pissed him off so much he was keeping tabs on your boyfriend? If he found you and your place of employment, it looked like he was keeping tabs on you, too, which was a little scary. He said he worked with Javi, which made you think he was a part of an alphabet agency, maybe DEA? CIA? FBI? Whichever it was, he had the resources to be a fucking creep, and you hated what he was trying to do to your boyfriend, so you’d give him a taste of his own medicine and fuck with him a little.

“No,” you gasped in pretend shock, covering your mouth with your hands. “My Javi, really did these horrible things you’ve told me about?” 

Stechner tried to make his face look somber, but his gaze told you he was happy by your reaction. 

“Unfortunately, he did,” he replied, nodding his head. 

“He really did these horrible things that would’ve definitely landed him in prison had he actually done them?” 

Again, you knew there had to be some truth since he did get sent home. 

Bill frowned. “He got lucky...” 

Uncovering your mouth, you said, “Let me get this straight. Due to the classified intelligence Javi gave to this vigilante group, he started a war, and a lot of innocent people were murdered, but he ‘got lucky’ and avoided any and all jail time? Not only that, he was given a promotion to take down the Cali cartel… Something isn’t adding up here, Bob—”

“It’s Bill.” 

“You lost name privileges when you basically called me ugly, Dick. Now, as I was saying, something isn’t adding up here, Brad, and it’s the bullshit you’re trying to feed me since Javi already told me everything.” That was a lie, but this asshole didn’t need to know. “Was this how you were going to ‘help me’—” You made air quotes with your fingers. “Tell me some fucked up shit you thought I didn’t already know, and hope I’d what, break up with him? Were you just hoping to ruin his happiness? He hasn’t worked for the DEA in almost two years. Why are you so obsessed with him? Wait—” A look came over your face like you had a realization. “—are you in love with him?” you loudly whispered. “Are you trying to get me out of the picture so you can take him for yourself?” 

He looked disgusted. “What? No. That’s ridiculous.” 

“And you keeping up to date on Javi’s personal life and trying to sabotage his relationship, isn’t ridiculous? Ballsack, this is fucking insane!” You threw up your hands. “You’ve got a screw or two loose in your head. So—” You jabbed him in the chest with your finger as you glared. “Listen here, you greasy-haired fuck. I don’t know who the fuck you are or who you think you are, but you’re not going to scare me away with shit I’m all too aware of from his past. Now get the fuck out of here before I make you, and pray I don’t tell Javi about this ‘cause I don’t think he’d appreciate whatever this fucking game is you’re playing.” 

The plan was to call your boyfriend immediately to tell him everything.

Stechner scoffed, your arm falling as he set the newspaper onto the counter so he could slowly clap his hands. 

“Aren’t you a little firecracker,” he said, his arms crossing in front of him. “I see why Javier likes you. You’re smart, too—maybe too smart for your own good.” 

“That doesn’t sound threatening at all…” Your eyes rolled. 

“No, no, it’s not. You’re spunky and smart. Definitely too good for him. Does he know all of your secrets, too? Like the one you’ve kept from your family of how you failed the MCAT—” That was the Medical College Admissions Test. “—and couldn’t get into medical school, so you went into nursing instead? I’m sure your parents loved that.” You ground your teeth. “Do you hate not continuing the family legacy?” 

The answer was no because you didn’t give a single fuck about it and never had an interest in becoming a doctor—failing the test made you happy. It felt like a sign you were meant to do what you wanted and not what was expected of you. 

Glaring, you replied, “It’s honestly none of your fucking business. I’ve got work to do as a nurse, so if you’ll see your way out.” You started walking around the desk. 

“You may not have continued the legacy, but you’re still reaping the benefits of it. Just remember Javier likes using women—sex, information, money. You have something he wants, and once he’s gotten it, he’ll discard you just like the rest of them. I’ve known him for a long time, and he’s not a relationship kind of guy.” 

Anger was bubbling in your belly at the audacity of this fucker. 

There wasn’t a chance to respond when an alarm sounded from the computer on the desk monitoring patient vitals, seeing the one just brought in had gone into cardiac arrest. 

“Fuck,” you whispered, picking up the desk phone and quickly hitting the numbers to page the on-call doctor about the emergency before turning to get the crash cart against the wall behind you, rolling it down the hallway as quickly as possible. 

Robyn came out of a room. 

“We’ve got a Code Blue!” you told her as you passed. “Man the desk and get rid of that guy!” 

“On it!” She bolted in the opposite direction. 

This job was something you’d been doing for so long that you expected the unexpected and were intimately aware things could change in a split second. A calmness came over you in situations like this, focusing on remembering your training and doing everything in your power to save the person’s life. 

Time became a tricky thing because it felt like it stopped, yet it was also speeding by—you were doing chest compressions with gloved hands while trying to calm the frantic wife when the doctor finally arrived with another nurse, who escorted the crying woman out into the hall. 

Five minutes had passed since the alarm sounded, and it only felt like one. 

Assisting the doctor, you handed him items from the cart and did everything he said—the patient’s heart was beating, but he wasn’t completely stable. 

A glance at your watch told you twenty more minutes were gone that you hadn’t felt slip by. 

The call was made that a minor emergency procedure needed to be done with no time to get to an operating room. The doctor relied on local anesthesia while you and the other nurse helped.

When it was finished, forty-five minutes had disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the patient was finally on the mend. 

The doctor spoke to the wife in the hallway while you and your colleague cleaned the room, letting her in once you were done and wheeling the crash cart to the storage room to restock it—the cart itself was small enough that it was easy to maneuver down the hallways and into the tiny rooms, colored fire engine red with many different sized drawers full of supplies you’d need in an emergency. 

There was a sheen of sweat on your forehead, the adrenaline making your heart pound, and you couldn’t wait to drink some water when you returned to the desk, knowing your water bottle was there waiting for you. 

Your back was to the door while you stuffed gauze into a drawer, hearing it open and close and someone stepping inside. 

“So, my patient is okay,” you told Robyn. “A little impromptu surgery had to happen, and let me just say, I do not miss emergency medicine. I think I’ve been spoiled here with how chill things usually are.” Moving to a locked cabinet close by, you pressed a code on the keypad to resupply some medications in another cart drawer. “Today has been insane, though,” you said. Pausing, you remembered. “Oh god, I need to call Javi!” 

“I’m here,” he said, making you squeak in surprise as you spun around to find your boyfriend standing just inside the room. 

“Jesus, Javi, I thought you were Ro…” Your sentence trailed off as you took in his red-rimmed eyes and disheveled hair, his tie loosened around his neck with a clear look of upset on his face. “What happened, baby?” you asked. Quickly, you were closing the distance, cupping his jaw when you were within reach. “What’s going on, Javi? Is your dad okay?” 

It had you thinking the worst, with him appearing unexpectedly looking like this.

“My dad’s fine.” His lower lip was trembling. “I’m scared,” he whispered. 

“About what?” You pushed your fingers into his hair. “Tell me what’s wrong, baby.” 

“Stechner talked to you.” His eyes were tearing up. “He told you about Los Pepes before I had a chance to tell you the truth, and he gave you a copy of the interview. You must hate me now.” 

Your brows dipped together. “Babe, before I say anything else, you need to know I don’t hate you. Not even a little bit—I love you a lot.” 

A tear rolled down his cheek, his arms pulling you into him, crushing you against him in a hug, feeling his body shaking as he sobbed. “Oh, baby,” you soothed, rubbing your hands over the back of his grey suit jacket, hugging him back. “That creepy motherfucker came here trying to scare me, but I clocked his bullshit the moment he said I wasn’t your type. I didn’t really take much of what he said to heart because it was obvious he was trying to make you look bad, but I would like to go over things with you to know what was true. Everything’s okay, Javi, baby. I still love you—I’ll always love you.” 

His head came up with wet cheeks and reddened eyes. “The interview in the newspaper is bullshit,” he said. “Stechner’s with the CIA, and they were supplying Los Pepes with weapons and made her a deal to keep them out of it if she put everything on me. I gave them locations to a handful of Escobar’s men and fucking told them no civilians were to be harmed—I hated that shit.” 

It was a relief to hear the truth. 

Nodding your head, you replied, “This is why I called him out on his obvious lies. I knew you didn’t do all the stuff he said you did, and if you had, your ass would be in jail, and they definitely wouldn’t have made you the head bitch in charge to take down Cali.” 

He huffed out an amused breath. “Fuck,” he said, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I was so fucking scared I’d lost you.” 

“Absolutely not.” Your palms skimmed up his front to rest on his shoulders. “You definitely still have me.” 

Looking you in the eyes, he replied, “I’m gonna tell you everything today. Everything. I need you to know so this doesn’t happen to me again.” 

He held your hips.

“Only if that’s what you want.” 

“It is.” 

“Okay.” You smiled at him, using your thumbs to wipe away the wetness on his face. “It’s exciting that I get to leave work early for our first family emergency.” 

He was frowning. “You don’t have to leave early… I can wait for you at home…” 

“And spend hours stressing yourself out? Nope, not happening. The night nurse still owes me for covering those three days for her—she’ll come in if I ask. So, give me a little bit to finish here, and I’ll meet you at home. Can you drive, or do you want to wait for me?” Your fingers worked to fix his hair. 

“I can drive.”

“Then go to the apartment, take off these clothes—” You pulled on his jacket sleeves. “—get comfy on the couch and hang out until I get there. Can you do that, babe?”

Softly smiling, his eyes crinkling at the edges, he answered, “Yes, mi amor (my love).”

“Good. Now hurry and kiss me before Robyn comes in here to see if we’re fucking,” you said, puckering your lips.

He chuckled, his big hands gently cradling your face, like he was afraid you’d break, leaning in to kiss you tenderly. He melted into you, his body relaxing, his shoulders sagging—all of the tension in his body releasing, the relief evident that you were kissing him, that you still loved him, that he didn’t lose you. With your mouths fused, you imbued upon him your love, telling him with every caress of your lips that you were there, that everything was okay, that no one could ever get between you two. 

Things began to get more fervent, Javi losing himself in desperation when he deepened the kiss—his arms wrapped around you, turning you both so he could press your back into the hardened surface of the door, pushing his slack-covered thigh between your legs while his tongue plundered your mouth. 

This was something he needed—the intimacy, the closeness; he found comfort in your words, your touch, your body; knowing what you were doing soothed him and gave him peace. 

You had to wonder how long he’d been sick with worry. 

Had Stechner gone to his office right after seeing you? 

You suspected he had and probably knew Javi was in a meeting until noon, the creepy fucker.

Threading your fingers in his hair, Javi was kissing you passionately, his thigh pressing into your clothed pussy and gently moving it side to side—the friction against your clit had sparks igniting in your center, grinding yourself on him for more pressure while he pushed harder, it feeling so good.

A knock sounded behind you. “Y’all better not be doin’ what I think you’re doin’,” Robyn said, loud enough for you both to hear. 

Everything paused, and you detached your mouth from his, ignoring the pout on his kiss-swollen lips. “We’re not,” you answered her. “Things have stayed PG-13.” 

“Dirty Dancin’ is PG-13, and that shit is horny as hell.” 

You snorted. “We’ll be out in a minute.” 

“Is Javi okay?” 

Sliding your fingers into the hair above his ears, you pecked him on the tip of the nose, making him smile. “He’ll be okay.” 

“Good. I called Carla—” She was the nurse who owed you a favor. “—and she’s comin’ in to cover for you.”

“You’re a fucking lifesaver, Robyn,” you said. “Thank you.” 

“No problem. Just make sure to bring back the crash cart before you go.” 

“Will do.” Her retreating footsteps could be heard, and your attention focused on the man in front of you, his big chocolate-colored eyes on yours, seeing in his gaze that he didn’t want to leave without you. If you had to guess, he would be exceptionally clingy for the next couple of days, and that was okay. “Do you wanna keep me company while I finish restocking the cart?” you asked him. 

“Can I?” 

“Yeah, just don’t distract me.” 

“I won’t.”

That was hard to believe and made you smile.

“Uh-huh, okay, quick kiss, then I’m gonna finish my work.” 

Slotting your lips against his, you kissed him momentarily, a sad sound leaving him when you broke apart. 

Lightly pressing on his chest, you said, “May I please pass?” He had you caged in with your back to the door. 

“Oh, yeah,” he replied, taking a step away. 

Getting back to what you were doing, the task was easy enough—check each drawer and replenish what had been used. You moved about the room grabbing things, and Javi was your silent guardian who’d touch you when you were within reach—a hand to your lower back, your shoulder, a soft grab of your ass. When you were done, he was hot on your heels as you returned to the nurse’s station, putting the cart back where it belonged, and getting your water bottle from the desk, taking a few long, refreshing drinks. 

Robyn was in her seat, writing notes on a chart, Javi standing on the other side of the desk, patiently waiting. 

Her head turned toward you, waving you to her so you crouched down while she whispered quietly enough so your boyfriend wouldn’t hear, “Hey, what do you want me to do with that newspaper?”

“Did you read it?” you asked just as softly. 

“Yeah, I hope you don't mind. I didn’t know what it was.”

“It’s fine,” you reassured. “Be real with me. How bad was it?” 

“Bad. Like, if what she’s sayin’ is true, it’s really surprisin’ he’s not locked up.” 

“Yeah, not all of it is. That guy who brought it was a real piece of work. If he shows up again, call security immediately. He’s not welcome here.” 

“Will do, and the paper…?”

“Just throw it out. I don’t want to read it.” 

“I can do that. Now get goin’. I was real worried when poor Javi showed up lookin’ like an absolute wreck.”

“Yeah, I’ll explain later. Thank you!”

It was time to leave, your water bottle in one hand and Javi’s in your other. A quick stop had to be made at the locker room where you got your purse, your cell phone tucked inside, and showing the missed calls from Javi that made you frown. 

He was quiet, the kind of quiet where he was lost in his thoughts, letting his worries and fears consume him—something he hasn’t done in quite some time with how well therapy has been working for him. 

Stepping outside of the hospital, he paused, his eyes squinting in the sunlight as he looked over at you, scratching his mustache with his free hand. “Will you, uh, ride with me?” 

This was why you needed to leave work early—he wouldn’t want to be alone. He needed you with him. 

Smiling in reassurance, you replied, “Of course. We’ll come get my car tomorrow.”

A little smile appeared on his lips. “Thank you,” he said, ducking his head and leading you to where he parked.

His truck was taking up two spaces, cutting across them diagonally.

You were about to comment. 

“Don’t,” Javi said, unlocking the driver’s side door, it squealing as he pulled it open for you. “I know I parked like an asshole.”

Smiling, you patted his cheek as you moved to get in. “At least you’re aware.” 

He loudly sighed, following you into the cab, where you sat down in the middle of the bench seat beside him and buckled up, him following suit. Putting his aviator sunglasses on, his keys jingled as he fit one into the ignition, the truck roaring to life after a second, along with the whirring of the air conditioning. 

Shifting into reverse, his arm went behind you as he looked back to get out of the parking spaces, then he put it into drive, and you were on your way. 

Something on the passenger seat caught your attention, seeing a manilla folder. 

“Did you bring work home?” you asked. 

“What?” A look of confusion was on his face when his head turned toward you.

“The file.” 

The blinker clicked as he turned onto the street. 

“What file?” 

Picking it up, you showed him. “This file.” 

“Oh.” He squeezed the steering wheel so hard the leather loudly creaked while his attention returned to the road. “Stechner had that. It’s information on you.” 

Your stomach did a somersault, looking at the folder in your hand. “Did you read it?” you asked. 

“No, and I didn’t plan on reading it unless you wanted me to.” 

“That’s very sweet of you. Now let’s see how much of my privacy has been invaded,” you said, opening it. 

There was a small stack of papers inside, the first page showing your current driver’s license photo with all the details the DMV collected, such as your birthdate, height, weight, eye color, etc. It had your current address and the others you’ve lived at in the last ten years. 

This just looked like a fact sheet about you. 

“It’s crazy he had a dossier on me.” 

“I can believe it…” Javi mumbled. 

The next page featured your academic and employment history. 

“Javi?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I have a secret…” 

“Okay,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the road. 

“I want to tell you it…” 

He glanced over, softly saying, “Only if you want to.” 

“I do. You know how I told you I always wanted to be a nurse?” 

“Yeah?” His attention went back to driving. 

“Well, as you know, my parents kept my college money from me, and I had to work while also going to school, which was a big struggle—my sophomore year, I took the Medical College Admission Test to get into medical school so if I got in, my parents would pay for everything…” 

When he looked over, his eyes were rounded under his dark lenses. “Are you secretly a doctor?” he asked in a hushed voice. 

“What? No. I’m a nurse. I failed the test.” 

“Is that… okay?” He focused forward again. 

“Oh, yeah. My heart wasn’t in becoming a doctor, and yes, working and going to school was hard, but at least I’m doing what I wanted.” 

“You are.” He smiled. “And you’re damn good at it.” 

“Thank you! I helped save a man’s life today.” 

“You told me. I’m proud of you, mi amor (my love).” 

“Thanks. Okay, back to reading about my life.” 

The next page had your financial information, and you quickly closed the file, hugging it to your chest.  

Javi noticed, asking, “What’s wrong?” 

Turning your head to look at his beautiful profile, you asked, “Did he mention anything about me you didn’t know?” 

“Yeah, that you graduated top of your class which is really fucking impressive.” 

“I guess…” You hated acknowledging your achievements. “Did he say anything else…?” 

“No…? What are you worried he told me?” His eyebrows were pulled together when he chanced a look at you. 

Taking a deep breath, you thought over what to say. 

“I have another secret…” you finally said. 

There was a deep frown on his face. “With how you’re acting, I feel like I’m not going to like what it is…” 

“You know, I’m not entirely sure how you will react when you find out.” 

“Well, my head’s been fucked today, so my immediate thought is you’re already married or some shit.” 

“Who in the world would I be married to, Javi?” 

“I don’t know, maybe that David asshole who cheated on you.” 

“Daniel? Gross. I am not married… yet. The only person I’m marrying is you,” you said, knocking your shoulder against his. 

That made him smile. “Good. ‘Cause you’re the only person I’m marrying.” 

“There we go. It’s agreed.” 

“So, what’s this secret?” he asked, looking over quickly. 

“Oh, you don’t get to find out about it until we’re married, and my last name is Peña for legal reasons.” 

He was quiet for a second, and you could almost hear the wheels turning in his head, making you nervous.

“There was something he kept talking about that I didn’t understand,” Javi said, scratching at his chin. “It didn’t make any fucking sense to me, so I’m gonna ask you a question, and you can answer yes or no.” 

“What’s the question?” 

The truck was stopped at a light. 

“Are you secretly loaded?” 

Your heart stuttered. 

“Oh, he said something about money...” 

His eyes met yours. “He said a lot about money and how I was only dating you for it—yes or no, Cielito.” 

“Yes.” 

He nodded, his gaze returning to the road as the traffic light turned green, continuing your journey. “Are you gonna make me sign a prenup or whatever it’s called? Should I get a lawyer?” 

“My parents would be beside themselves if I didn’t, so no, I’m not.” 

His hand moved to your thigh, squeezing it. “Thank you for trusting me.” 

“I’d trust you with my life.” 

He smiled at you. “I’d trust you with my life. How much?” 

“Enough that our multiple children will get to go to their dream colleges and study whatever the fuck they want.” 

It was like you could see his brain break as he comprehended what you said, having to turn his head back toward the windshield. 

“Multiple?” he whispered, his throat working as he swallowed. 

Honestly, it was adorable that was what he got stuck on. 

You snorted. “I tell you I’ve got a good chunk of change, and you’re more excited over us having a bunch of kids.” 

His head whipped toward you. “A bunch of kids?” 

It made you giggle. “Babe, you are well aware we are having more than one. We’ll see how many I can pop out before my baby factory closes for business.” 

The smile he gave you was so big his dimple appeared. “I really fucking love you.” 

“I really fucking love you, too.” 

This was a good conversation to keep his mind off of the day's events, setting the file on the empty seat next to you and cuddling into his side, lacing your fingers with his over your thigh. He kissed the top of your head before his eyes were forward once more. 

“The house should have at least five bedrooms, maybe six,” he said. 

The previous night, he’d brought up the suggestion of building a house, and you loved it, especially getting to live so close to Chucho, the two of you talking at length about what you’d want it to have. 

“And yesterday it was four. At this rate, we’ll be at ten by tomorrow. How many babies do you want?”

“As many as you’re willing to have. I’d be happy with one or ten. It’s all up to you,” he answered truthfully. 

“My vagina hurts at the thought of pushing out ten babies. I think that’s too many.”

“Ten is too many, got it. At least three…?”

“I can agree to three, for sure, and we’ll just see how we’re feeling after that.”

“Three kids,” he breathed, a beaming smile on his face. “I’m gonna have at least three kids, a wife, a dog, a house—living the fucking dream. Fuck, this is exciting.” His hands tightened on the steering wheel. 

“You deserve it, baby,” you said, leaning to kiss the dimple in his cheek. “You’ve spent enough of your life suffering and atoning for your past. It’s time for you to get your happily ever after, and I’m gonna make all your dreams come true.”

His misting eyes met yours. “Thank you.”

“Nothing to thank me for. I just love you so fucking much and want you to be happy.”

“I love you, too, and you make me happy. You’re everything to me; my present, my future, it all belongs to you.” 

The rest of the ride was spent talking about nothing too important—asking how his meeting went that day, what he wanted to do over the weekend, what he’d like you to make him for lunch, keeping the conversation flowing all the way to him pulling into his spot at the apartment complex. 

It was important that he was comfortable for the discussion you were going to be having, so after you both got inside, doing your usual ritual upon first coming home—removing shoes, emptying pockets, etc., a trip was made to the kitchen where a quick lunch was put together of peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwiches with chips as a side. The dirty dishes were left in the sink as you pulled him to the bedroom, where you both changed out of your work clothes and into something more casual; for you, it was an oversized t-shirt and some soft sleep shorts. Javi kept his boxer briefs on and wore a plain white t-shirt that stretched over his chest and shoulders.   

There was silence again as he grabbed your hand this time and led you to the living room. He sat down on the couch, his back resting against the cushion with his knees spread, watching as you didn’t sit next to him like he expected but instead crawled into his lap, straddling his thighs with your chests pressed together. His arms automatically wrapped around you, your fingers pushing into his hair, knowing without a doubt talking like this would bring him the most solace.

His eyes were on yours as you kissed him, and he hugged you closer while your mouths melded, wanting him to feel your love and devotion. Your foreheads touched when your lips parted, his nose nudging yours. 

“Do you want me to tell you what happened?” you softly asked. “I meant to call you, but one of my patients tried to die on me, which is why I didn’t answer my phone.”

“I, uh, thought…” 

“I was ignoring your calls because your brain was being an asshole and making you think the worst?” 

“Yeah… And when I called your work, Robyn was, uh, abrupt with me.” 

“Oh, I don’t think she did it on purpose. Code Blues are stressful.” 

“Yeah, I don’t think she did either. What did he say to you?” 

“I’m not entirely sure what his game plan was because he started off the conversation by rubbing it in my face that you’ve slept with a lot of women, and definitely implied that, I am not as attractive as them.” 

“That fucking prick,” he seethed. “You know you’re gorgeous.” 

“I know I’m gorgeous to you, and that’s all that matters. Like, you’re very aggressive in making sure I know you’re attracted to me.” 

His big hands grabbed your ass and squeezed while he kissed you. “Fucking beautiful,” he murmured against your lips. “Of course, I’m going to tell you.” 

Pulling back, you looked him in the eyes. “Yeah, he lost all my respect and name privileges after that.” 

His eyebrows creased. “Name privileges?” 

You snorted. “Yeah, I called him things that weren’t his name just to be petty.” 

He smiled. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too,” you replied and continued telling him about what Stechner had to say about Los Pepes and how you called him out on the lies by fucking with him. “—there was something that really bothered me, and it was the last thing he said about you liking to use women for sex, information, and money—which I know isn’t true. I just hated this guy's perception of you, which a lot of people seem to share. You’re not like that. Our first fight was literally about how you wanted us to contribute equally, and I’m pretty sure I initiate sex more than you.” 

He nodded his head. “Yeah, you do. I haven’t fucked anyone more or had someone want me so bad—it makes me feel really good about myself.” 

Smiling, you said, “You’re adorable. So, that was it. I didn’t read the newspaper.” 

“Good.”

You frowned. “Kinda sucks, I could’ve accidentally come across it without knowing the truth... That stings a bit.” 

He grimaced. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’m not angry at you or anything, and I still love you with all my heart. This is gonna be a lot to take in. Are you nervous?” It was showing on his face.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. 

“Yes,” he whispered. 

Your nails scratched lovingly at his scalp, your gazes locked. “Don’t be. Relax, and just talk to me. Tell me all the terrible shit, and know that I’m still going to love you anyway.” 

His mouth was turned down in a frown, seeing his eyes getting watery. “Promise?” he asked. 

Sitting up a little, you held your pinkie out before you. “I pinkie promise, and you know the sanctity of a pinkie promise.” 

He smiled a little, huffing out a breath while looping his pinkie around yours to seal the promise. You brought his hand up to kiss it. “There,” you said. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.” 

Javi sniffled. “Okay. Let me hold you.” Wrapping your arms around his torso, you pressed your front to his, tucking your chin on his shoulder while he hugged you close. 

He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. 

“Fuck, where to start. You probably wanna know more about Los Pepes.”

“I’m curious, yes.”

“Okay, well, that shit happened because a man died. His name was Horacio Carrillo…” He started by telling you who the man was: the first head of Search Bloc until it was disbanded because of how ruthless he was; he went to Spain for a while, then returned to head Search Bloc again, and was the only man Pablo Escobar ever feared.

“—he, uh, was really fucking determined to take down Escobar,” Javier said, “no matter what it took. He… Fuck, he even killed a kid…”

It was bad enough he’d gotten a former president’s daughter killed, but a child?

“What?”

“Yeah.” The emotion was heavy as he spoke. “The cartel used children as spotters, and one night, he rounded up some and shot one to set an example. He didn’t fucking care. It was too fucking much for me, baby. A kid. A fucking child. He just shot him in the head. A kid,” his voice cracked on the last word. 

“I’m so sorry that happened, and you had to see it,” you said, hugging him tighter. 

His hand moved to wipe his eyes. “I’m sorry it happened, too.”

“How did Carrillo die?”

“Me. I got him killed—I got him and his men killed.”

“What happened?”

“I fucked up…” An informant played him, she just didn’t know it at the time—she gave him what she thought was the location of Escobar, which turned out to be an ambush. Javier and Steve would’ve gone with Carrillo if it had been their choice, but bureaucracy ended up saving their lives, and now Javi lived not only with the guilt of getting the men killed but also surviving.

He was speaking roughly through his tears as he recounted everything. This was only a fraction of what he’d gone through, and it was all so awful. No wonder he was so messed up; he went through so much down there, and your heart was hurting for him. 

“—Los Pepes forced me to meet with them, and I couldn’t fucking believe they were asking me to help them—thought it was a fucking joke; the people I was trying to put away wanting my help? Of course, I turned them down. Then the guy who took over heading Search Bloc wanted to use really dated methods to try and get Escobar—shit like search grids, which wouldn’t fucking work. That informant who screwed me over? She led us to a man working for the cartel, and when we followed him, we found one of Pablo’s top sicarios. I tried to do things right. I called for backup, but they fucking denied me, and I couldn’t let this guy get away.” He inhaled deeply. “You have to understand. I spent years of my life trying to get Escobar, and this happened not too long after my mom died, so I was desperate. I was still grieving and hating all the time I lost with her, and I had to get the bastard, so it wasn’t all for nothing.” He spoke slightly softer, “I just wanted to catch him like mi mamá (my mom) always said I would.”

“You wanted to make her proud, even though she was always proud of you.” 

“Yeah… So, I felt like my hands were tied, and I made the call to Los Pepes. We got the guy, and I told them I’d give them intel, but I was only about killing Pablo Escobar, nothing else. I didn’t have to cut through any red tape with them, I called, and they went after the fuckers—it was easy. I gave them, I don’t know, five or six tips? Then shit got out of control between them and the cartel, and I was out. Killing sicarios is one thing, but innocent people? Fuck that. I didn’t sign up for that. I… I tried to save a lawyer who worked for Pablo.” He sniffled. “Knew where he was and kept it to myself ‘cause he had his kid with him—a teen son, and I wanted information from him. Another guy I worked with ratted them out to Los Pepes, and I found them both dead and stuffed in a trunk. I should’ve fucking made sure I wasn’t being followed.” 

His body shook as he cried. 

This man felt so much guilt over the deaths of these people, and he didn’t even pull the trigger. There was no way for him to know Carrillo would be so merciless and have it in him to kill a child. Javi had no reason to doubt the intel he’d been given by the informant was a trap. He’d done his best to protect the lawyer and his son but was betrayed. Other people did these dirty deeds, yet the man you loved felt responsible because he cared so damn much. 

Him caring was his downfall. 

Along with his desperation. 

It made him take significant risks, like working with his enemy.

“Oh, babe,” you whispered, turning your head to kiss his neck. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Feels like my fault.” 

“It wasn’t.” 

“Fuck.” He sniffed, wiping his eyes again, having calmed down a little. “So, one of the leaders of Los Pepes wanted to turn on the rest and came to me for a deal. I got it approved, but fucking Stechner got her right out from under us and had me take the fall for Los Pepes and all the shit they did.” 

“A coup.” 

“A fucking coup.” 

“Are you okay?” 

“Yeah.”

“You wanna keep talking?” 

“Yes. I think I told you the sex workers I’d meet up with were also used by Escobar’s men, and I’d pay them for any information they’d give me?”

“Yeah.”

“The first time I met up with one, her name was Carina. I only wanted to hear what she heard, and that was it, and I told her upfront the reason I was paying for her time.” He sighed. “My mistake was doing it at the brothel because she told me what she knew, and then I couldn’t leave without seeming suspicious or looking like a really bad lay—both things I didn’t want. Well, we had time to kill, and she was beautiful and willing, and yeah…” 

“Ohhh nooo,” you deadpanned. “Sex with a beautiful consenting woman, the horror.”

He pinched your hip. “I couldn’t finish.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah, she may have been consenting and beautiful, but it turns me off if I can tell the person I’m with is faking, and she was faking. Nice girl, though, and I did pay for the sex, but I didn’t make that same mistake. For a while, I’d only pay the girls I saw for their intel, and as we got to know each other better, the sex came naturally, and I became a favorite.” 

“Of course you did.” 

There was a pause, hearing him audibly gulp. 

“Being a favorite almost got one of them killed,” he whispered.

“Oh, Javi,” you gasped. 

“Her name was Helena, and because I didn’t save her in time, worse things happened to her.” He was getting choked up. “It was all my fault.” His breath stuttered. “She was just trying to get me information and got caught, and they did horrible fucking shit to her. It haunts me how I… Fuck.” He took a deep breath. “It fucking haunts me how I found her—everything that happened to her was because of me.” He was crying again. 

You hugged him hard, kissing his jaw. “You still saved her life. She’s still alive, and that’s all that matters.” 

“I shouldn’t have had to save her life. I shouldn’t have made her feel like she needed to take such a big fucking risk,” his words were laced with anger at himself. “Because of me, that poor girl is traumatized and has to live with what those monsters did to her, and I fucking hate that they didn’t suffer as we killed them. They should’ve felt more pain than they caused her and had to beg for death—they got off too fucking easy, and I hate it.” 

Before now, based simply on how awful things were in Colombia, you thought there was a possibility your boyfriend may have killed someone in the line of duty. 

He had never brought it up and had always been somewhat vague about his work with the DEA. 

This confession? It had thrown you a little off-kilter at the reveal the man you were going to marry had killed multiple people, and not only that, but you were pretty fucking sure he had also dabbled in torture. 

“They definitely deserved to suffer, and it’s absolutely wild I’m saying this: I’m sorry you didn’t get a chance to torture them—I know you would’ve done a great job.” Maybe that was too supportive… “What happened to Helena?” 

It was silent for a second. 

“Javi?” 

He spoke slowly, “Did you just encourage me to torture people and say I’d do a great job?” 

“Javier, before this conversation, I never had confirmation you’ve killed someone, and now I do, and it’s apparently multiple someones, along with a side of torturing, which is a bit of a curveball. None of it freaks me out, per se. It’s just a lot to process, and based on what you said these horrible monsters did to Helena, slow and painful deaths sound warranted—I’m doing my best to comfort and support you while also absorbing all of the new lore about husband-to-be.”

“I’m sorry for throwing you a curveball...”

“If I’m being honest, I feel even safer with you and a little better about the gun you insist we keep in our bedroom.” That was the topic of your second fight when Javi sprung it on you two days after moving in that he’d gotten a small briefcase looking safe to keep his gun in under the bed—you previously worked in an emergency room in a big city; you knew what guns could do and weren’t a fan. 

“‘Cause now you’re aware I know how to use it?”

You didn’t even have to look at him to know his eyebrow was raised. Sitting up, you were met with the expression you expected. 

“Okay, first of all, you’re a Texan, and Texans have a weird fucking obsession with guns. Add in you’re also a cop, and it’s honestly surprising you only have one.”

“The others are at Pop’s.” Of course, they were. “I just brought over what I need to protect us.” Holding up his right palm to you, his fingers slightly spread, he said, “Feel my hand.” 

“Feel your hand…?” 

“Yes,” he replied, nodding toward it. “Feel it.” 

“Okay…” Not entirely sure what was going on, you did as he said, sliding the fingers of your left hand over the rough skin on his palm. 

“Feel the calluses?” 

There was the one you first touched and some on his fingers. 

“Yeah?” 

“How do you think I got them?” 

Meeting his eyes, you took a guess. “I’d had thought from working on the ranch doing manual labor.” 

“No, these are gun calluses from using my service weapon so much.” 

“Oh.” 

Grabbing your hand, he brought your knuckles to his lips as he kissed each one, the contrast of rough and soft, taking your breath away. 

“Yes, I’ve killed when I had to,” he murmured, keeping his gaze on yours. “I’ve done things to make people talk when I had to. I never particularly liked doing any of it, but I had a job to do.”

“I know you did.” 

He nodded once. “I want you to feel safe with me,” he said, kissing the center of your palm. “I want you to know I’ll do anything to protect you. Anything. You’re safe with me.” 

I’ll kill for you.

Was what he wasn’t saying out loud.

“I know I’m safe with you.” 

“Good. It took a lot of work, but I got Helena out of Colombia to the US. It was something I needed to do after all she’d been through.”

“Have you heard from her?” 

He huffed out a breath. “No. I don’t even know where she is. None of the girls I got out of there ever contacted me again, and why would they? We got what we wanted out of each other.” His lips turned down, frowning. “I’ve always worried about her and hope she was able to have a good life.” 

Pushing back his bangs, you told him, “I bet she met a lovely man who treats her right and takes care of her, and they got married and had a bunch of babies.” 

“That’d be nice. She deserves that.” He frowned. “I feel really fucking guilty about using the sex workers as informants and putting their lives in danger.” A loud sigh left him. “And sleeping with them. It was all fucked up.” 

“Yeah, it makes sense you’d feel guilty. Especially with what happened to Helena.”

“Yeah.” His eyes closed. “Jesus, there’s still so much more I need to tell you.” 

“Then lay it on me.” 

He looked at you with big pleading eyes and didn’t even need to ask; you cuddled back against him, hugging him while he held you. His body was relaxed, and when he started talking, he didn’t stop. 

It was a barrage of new information you had to process as quickly as possible while he got more and more upset by each thing he told you—a lot of people who were promised safety either: almost getting killed, being exploited, kidnapped, or murdered. 

What you came to realize was he felt intense guilt about things he did and didn’t do, and the stuff he was guilty of? Haunted him, tormented him, he was covered in invisible wounds that gaped and constantly bled, keeping his sins fresh on his mind—no matter how hard he tried to close them and forget, the stitches always seemed to break and ooze. No wonder he took to therapy like a duck to water; it was probably the first time he’d known peace since college. 

Then that fucker Stechner had to show up and undo all of the hard work Javi’s put into himself. 

For you, it was a lot to take in. None of it made you think any differently of him. Instead, it gave you a better understanding of what he’d gone through and why he felt so poorly of himself. Yes, he did some terrible things and paid the price for them, having been remorseful about them for all these years. 

In your mind, he was still a good man.

In your heart, you knew if he could go back in time, he’d do things differently. 

That was all that mattered. 

What really got to you was he’d been through hell—actual hell with all of the death and violence, Javier waking up every morning, never knowing if it’d be his last, and doing his best to survive. Living like that can turn you into a hard shell of a person, yet he managed to keep his softness. 

If you had to guess, it was probably because of his mother—she was his soft spot, even after she passed. He had pictures of her in his apartments in Colombia and her rosary, keeping her alive with him and his humanity. 

He was bawling in your arms about how he almost got General Hugo Martínez’s son killed by Los Pepes because he tipped them off and barely managed to get the young man out of the situation. 

“—I fucked up so bad. I was always fucking up, and people died because of me. I was so focused on the job I became a heartless, fucking monster,” he sobbed. 

“Hey, that’s not true,” you replied. “Yeah, you made mistakes, but like with Los Pepes, when things took a turn, you backed out and even tried to save a guy. You’re not a heartless monster. You’ve never been a heartless monster. You cared a lot about your job and getting it done, which caused you to do some really questionable things, but you still had a conscience—you weren’t murdering children in cold blood. You still cared about people. Javi, it’s not up to me to judge you for the stuff you did in the past, and I know how all of it eats at you, but you need to let it go.” His breaths had evened out, hearing him sniffling by your ear. “I love you, every part of you, even the imperfections, and I’m not going anywhere.”

He sounded stuffed up when he asked, “You’re not?” 

“Nope. You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life. You know, ‘til death do us part, and all that jazz, but I’m taking a page from your dad and following my soulmate into the afterlife. So, life and death, you’re never getting rid of me.” 

“I wouldn’t want to. It took me too fucking long to find you—I’m following you wherever you go.” 

“This is giving me Romeo and Juliet vibes.” 

“Your family does hate mine…” 

It wasn’t so much that your family hated his, they just thought they were better with their money and prestige and couldn’t fathom why you’d want to be with someone who couldn’t afford a life of luxury. 

Speaking of them, there’d been hardly any contact in the last couple of months because it finally got through to them that your relationship with Javi was serious, and he wasn’t going anywhere. The last call you had with your mother was a week or so ago, and she asked when you’d be making your annual trip to visit them in December; Begrudgingly, she even invited your boyfriend with the caveat he would have to stay in a guest room, which was beyond absurd. She didn’t take it well when you told her you wouldn’t be coming this year and that you’d mail her Christmas gift.

Moving, you sat up, sliding your hands up his t-shirt-covered chest, softly skating over the sides of his neck to his jaw, tenderly holding it as you leaned in to kiss him; something sweet, gentle. When you broke away, his eyes were closed, his lips turned up, and his cheeks shining in the light of the room. 

Using your thumbs, you started wiping at the wetness on his face. 

“But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?” you recited. “It is the east, and Javier is the sun.” 

Those big brown eyes of his blinked open. 

“No, you’re the sun.” 

That made your eyebrow arch, your hands stopping. 

“I’m the sun? Why am I the sun?” 

He was rubbing your hips. 

“Because you’re bright and beautiful. Your warmth gives me life and helps me grow. The last reason is obvious.” He crookedly smiled. 

Frowning, your brows furrowed, not knowing what he meant. 

“Apparently, it’s not because I have no idea.” 

Reaching, his big hands held your face. 

“My world revolves around you. You’re the center of my universe. No puedo vivir sin ti porque eres todo para mí (I can’t live without you because you’re my everything). Prometo que soy tuyo por siempre (I promise, I am yours forever). Mi corazón, mi cuerpo, mi alma, son tuyos (My heart, my body, my soul, they are all yours). Te amaré hasta mi último suspiro y haste que mi corazón deje de latir y luego esperaré a que me encuentres de nuevo al otro lado (I will love you until I take my last breath and my heart stops beating and then I will wait for you to find me on the other side). Yo soy tuyo, y tú eres mía, por siempre en la vida y la muerte (I am yours, and you are mine forever in life and death).” 

Your eyes were burning with unshed tears. 

“God, you know how emotional I get when you go all Gomez Addams on me.” 

He only knew who that was because you’ve made him watch the recent movies… multiple times. 

A smile appeared on his face. “Moriría por ti (I would die for you),” he said. “Mataría por ti (I would kill for you). De cualquier manera, qué alegria (Either way, what bliss).” He winked. 

Your eyes had gone round. “Javier, that is illegal.” 

He chuckled. 

Playfully, you smacked his chest. “I’m serious. Straight to jail. You’re not allowed to quote Gomez when I can’t be horny about it, and right now, we are having a very important discussion.” 

“I’m sorry, Cielito,” he replied, pulling you down for a kiss. 

When you separated, your faces were close enough your noses were touching, the tip of his nuzzling against yours. 

“How do you feel?” you asked, barely above a whisper. 

“Tired,” he sighed. 

“Makes sense. Is there anything else I should know?” 

“I don’t think so.” 

“I’m sorry it all came out like this,” you said. “If I ever see that motherfucker again, I’m punching him in his stupid face for all the shit he’s put you through. I hate him.” 

“I punched him.”

That made you pull back, your gaze on his. 

“What?” 

“I punched him.” 

“When?” 

“Today.” 

Your eyes widened. “Which hand?” 

His eyebrows pulled together. 

“Right?” 

“Let me see it.” He brought it up to you, and you took it in your hands to inspect his knuckles, noticing some redness. “Does it hurt?” you asked. 

“Not really.” 

“Nothing feels broken?” you inquired, moving and wiggling his fingers. 

He snorted. “Mi amor (my love), I know how to punch.” 

“People who know how to punch can still fuck up their hands. Do you want me to ice it?” 

“No, baby. I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure?” 

His hand pulled from your grip to cradle your cheek, making you look at him. A soft smile was on his lips. “Cielito, I promise I’m okay.” 

“You pinkie promise?” 

An exasperated breath left him, holding up his right pinkie. “I pinkie promise.” Hooking yours around his it made you feel better. 

“Okay. Why’d you punch him?” 

A grumpy expression came over his face. “Because I thought he got you to leave me, and it was about fucking time I did.” 

“I’m happy you did. He deserved it.” 

“Yeah, he did.” 

“Is he pressing charges?” 

Javi did assault the guy, even if he had it coming. 

“No. I threatened his job, and Joy heard everything.” 

The Sheriff’s assistant was lovely and a big supporter of your relationship with your boyfriend. She confided in you she had a trick for making Javi less grumpy at work, and it was asking or talking about you. Apparently, it completely turned his mood around, and he had no idea, which was delightful.

“Well, that’s good. She’d have your back.” 

“Yeah, she did.” 

His mouth opened, letting out a big yawn, triggering you to yawn, too. 

“Wanna take a nap?” you asked through it. 

“That’s a great fucking idea.” 

Checking your watch, it was half past three, realizing you’d been talking for a couple of hours. 

“Let’s go take a quick shower, then get in bed. We can order pizza for dinner.” 

“Sounds good. Un beso, por favor (One kiss, please),” he said, grunting as he sat up straighter to get closer to your face. 

Smirking, you grabbed his chin in your hand, his heavy-lidded eyes on yours. 

“Un beso (One kiss)? No tienes el control para un solo beso (You don’t have the control for only one kiss). No sobrevivirías con uno solo (You wouldn’t survive with only one).” 

“Tienes razón (You’re right). Necesito dos besos (I need two kisses).”

“Necesitas dos besos (You need two kisses)? No más (No more)?” 

“Hmmm, tuve un mal día y me siento triste (Hmmm, I did have a bad day and I’m feeling sad). Tienes razón, dos no es suficiente (You’re right, two isn’t enough). Mi amor, ¿me besarás hasta que me sienta mejor (My love, will you kiss me until I feel better)?”

“Sí, mi futuro esposo (Yes, my future husband). Te daré tantos besos como necesites (I will give you as many kisses as you need),” you replied, pressing your lips to his and feeling him smiling. 

Many kisses and minutes later, the two of you found yourselves freshly showered under the blankets of your shared bed, your bare fronts pressed together and legs intertwined, his arms wrapped around you to hold you close against him. 

Your head was beside his on the same pillow, sliding your fingers into his damp hair and toying with it while you lay there. 

“I’m sorry about what happened today,” his voice was quiet. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I mean, the whole thing was fucking insane, and I can’t believe you’ve literally got enemies who want to destroy your life, but I’m okay. Are there any other archnemesis I should be aware of? Any other CIA dudes?” 

“No.” 

“FBI?”

“No.”

“Secret Service.” 

“Oh, yeah.” 

“Really?” you harshly whispered. 

“No.” 

Glaring, you tugged on his hair as you replied, “Asshole. But you’re sure no one else has it out for you besides She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named?” 

Fucking Lorraine.

He thought it over for a second. 

“I think you’ve met them all. The others are either dead or locked up.” 

“I guess that’s good.” Exhaustion was catching up to you, your eyelids feeling heavy. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” 

Closing your eyes, you said, “Mmkay, it’s sleepy time. Night, babe.” 

“Night, Cielito.” He leaned forward to kiss your forehead. “Thank you for loving all of me,” he whispered. 

“No reason to thank me,” you replied, snuggling closer to him. “Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.” 

“Loving you is the best thing I’ve ever done.” 

It was getting hard to stay awake, feeling so out of it, your thoughts thick and slow like molasses, almost like you were drunk. It didn’t even register that you said out loud the first thing that popped into your head after hearing what he said. 

 “Mmm,” you mumbled. “Marry me…” 

Sleep came for you, pulling you down into a dreamless abyss. Maybe you were dreaming it, thinking you might’ve heard the quietest, yes. 

An hour passed. 

At some point, you rolled out of Javi’s arms, seeking cooler sheets. 

Another hour went by.

Jostling woke you, it taking you a second to reorient yourself with your consciousness, realizing the interruption was your boyfriend beside you thrashing—not violently, it was very mild, his legs and arms moving enough you felt it. 

“No,” he softly whined, and your eyes flew open. 

It was a nightmare. 

He was having a nightmare. 

“No, no, no,” he continued. “Please, no.” 

Your first instinct was to wake him up and save him from the misery, but that could do more harm than good or possibly elicit a violent reaction. All you could do was let him work through it and hope his sleep shifted to something more peaceful. 

Keeping your ears peeled, you listened for if he needed you. 

A minute later, he went still, and you let out a relieved breath. 

Sunlight crept through the cracks in the blinds behind the blue linen curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow. The only sounds you could hear were the hum of the air conditioner and people walking around in the apartment above yours. 

Maybe if you cuddled him, it would make him feel better. 

Getting ready to face him, he suddenly shouted Cielito, his body bolting upright while his chest heaved in heavy breaths. 

Immediately, you turned toward him; the sheets were pooling at his waist, his eyes wide open, and you reached to touch his arm, Javi jolting when you made contact. 

“It’s me, baby,” you reassured. “It’s just me. I’m here.” 

He looked at you with tears streaming down his cheeks, a layer of sweat making his skin glisten.

“You’re here,” he breathed. 

“I’m here.” 

“You’re not there.” 

Those three words made your heart break, wondering what terrible things he was dreaming about.

“No, Javi. I’m here at our apartment in Laredo with you. We’re home.” 

“We’re home.” He swallowed thickly. “I’m at home with you. Fuck.” His palms pressed to his face. 

“What do you need?” 

His hands fell, big, round eyes meeting yours, seeing his distress. 

“To forget.” 

Moving, you sat up. “Okay, we can either go watch a movie in the living room, or I can make you come.” 

“Make me feel good. Please.” 

“I can do that, baby,” you said, leaning in to kiss him. He cupped your cheeks, deepening it with a press of his tongue between your lips, welcoming the intrusion, and tangling yours with his in the way he liked. 

As far as you knew, this was the first nightmare he’d had at home with you, and his desperation for you to make it all go away was palpable—you could feel his need. A large palm lowered to fondle the familiar weight of your breast, moaning when he rolled your pebbled nipple between his fingers. Scooting closer to him, without looking, you uncovered his waist to get your hand where he was starting to harden, wrapping your fingers around his length, languidly stroking him. 

The kissing was messy as he rapidly grew in your fist, his palm skating down to the apex of your thighs, gasping when two thick digits slid through your slit—gathering some of the wetness pooling at your opening, he used it to easily glide his fingers over your perky little clit, circling it so sparks of arousal danced in your belly. 

This was about him wanting to forget, and you had some ideas on how to achieve that, needing to get him nice and hard before you began. 

The need to breathe became too much, and he nipped at your bottom lip, kissing along your jaw to your neck, making you hum in pleasure when he sucked on your pulse point. 

His lips trailed up, feeling his hot breath at your ear, his voice a rough, soft rasp, “Let me eat your pussy.”  

“I’m making you feel good, baby,” you answered, his cock at full-mast in your hand. He moved to look you in the eyes with a little frown on his face. “I’m gonna make you lose your mind first, and then you can do whatever you want to me.” 

The pink of his tongue peeked between his lips, nodding his head once. 

“I know you trust me, but are you okay with me tying you up?” you asked.

His eyes darkened, and he nodded his head again. 

“Words, Javi,” you said. “I need to hear it.” 

“Yes,” he whispered. 

“Be right back.” You quickly kissed him. “Get comfy in the middle.” 

Getting out of bed, you went to his dresser, reaching into his tie box to grab a black patterned tie. 

The blankets had been kicked to the end of the mattress, and he stacked some pillows behind his back to prop himself up in the spot you requested, his dick hard and leaking precum in the trail of hair on his lower belly. 

“God, you’re pretty,” you said as you got onto the bed, crawling towards him.

He spoke so softly, “Not as pretty as you.” His lips were curled up in a tiny smile as he looked at you, thinking it was sweet he was trying so hard to act normal when he was clearly still messed up from the dream. 

“Such a sweetheart. Hands up, baby,” you said, sitting on your knees beside him. 

The white metal headboard arched with a second arch in the middle and vertical slats under it, making it easy to slip the tie over the metal after twisting it in a way that left two loops his wrists could fit into. 

Doing as you said, his hands came up, and quickly, you had them secured, making sure they weren’t too tight and nodding to yourself when you were satisfied. 

“Are you comfortable?” you asked. 

His elbows were up, arms tied to the headboard behind his head. 

He was looking at you and nodded. 

“What’s your safeword?” you asked. 

“Rábano (Radish),” he answered immediately, which was good. 

“As always, the stoplight system is also in play, or if you tell me to stop, I will. Please tell me if it’s too much.” 

“I will.” 

Smiling, you replied, “Good boy,” ending it with a wink that made him gulp hard. 

It only took a moment to get in position, kneeling between his wide-spread legs. 

Now, you loved being Javi’s pillow princess or any position where your only job was taking what he had to give. But the times like this where he handed over the reins and put you totally in control? Oh, it was one of your favorites—definitely, top three. The power you felt at making him feel so good was addictive, greedily wanting every moan, whimper, whine, and groan you could pull from him—it was the best. 

Seeing him there in front of you naked, a slight sheen on his skin from sweat, a fresh, darkening hickey over his pulse point from the night before, his hard cock resting against his happy trail in a pool of precum—he was a sight to behold, and he was yours, wanting to do whatever you could to make him feel better. 

Moving forward, your hands held up your weight on either side of him as you crawled over his body to kiss him on the lips, all slow and tender, ending it with a nip to his bottom lip. 

“I love your lips,” you said, nudging your nose against his. “I love your nose.” Your mouth pressed to his chin in a kiss, speaking into his skin, “I love your chin.” Peppering kisses along his jaw, your words were muffled, “I love your jaw.” 

Your trail continued down his neck, feeling him swallow hard, “God, your neck.” Here you stayed, laving him in kisses and sucking marks into the taut golden skin, making him softly whimper. 

He asked you to make him feel good, and yes, you could get straight to the point and make him come, but that wasn’t enough—he needed it drawn out and to hear and feel your love for him. Basically, you were going to tease him and worship his body while you did it because the easiest way to turn Javi into a puddle was by giving him physical affection and verbal affirmation, two of the three ways he liked to be loved. 

Lowering to his chest, you continued your tour of his torso with your mouth, kissing every bit of skin you could while leaving the occasional mark. 

“I love your pecs,” you said before licking at his nipple and getting a groan in return. Sucking on it, had his hands struggling in the restraints and his hips bucking. Switching sides, you went through the same motions while his sounds got louder, hearing how much he was enjoying what you were doing. 

“Please,” he gasped. 

Letting go of his hard bud, your head lifted. “Please, what?” you asked. 

His mouth wasn’t closed all the way, panting, his eyes darkened. 

“Touch me,” he raggedly answered. 

“Not yet.” Quickly, you pecked him on the lips, and he whined. “You’re doing so good for me,” you praised. “I know you can take more, baby. Now, where was I? Oh, yes.” 

Scooting back, you leaned down to kiss all over his stomach, deliberately avoiding his dick. 

“I love your tummy,” you murmured against him.

The whine he let out was pitiful and thrilled you, the puddle of precum in the hair below his navel getting bigger. 

Your cunt was throbbing in tune with your heartbeat as you moved further back to be at the perfect distance away to bend down and trail a streak of kisses and bites along his inner right thigh, leaving a mark near the joint. “I love your thighs,” you said. His eyes were glazed over and watching your every move while unbidden moans left his lips, your head going to his other thigh to give it the same treatment. 

His dick was straining, the tip an angry red, it jerking when your hot breath ghosted over it. 

“Cielito, baby, please,” he practically pleaded. 

“Are you needy, Javi?” you asked, kissing above his belly button. 

“Yes, please.” 

“Okay, baby, you can have anything you want.” 

His cock was like iron encased in velvet and hot to the touch when you took him in hand. Javi hissed, his mouth falling open as you pressed open-mouth kisses up his shaft. 

“Now, this?” His attention was on you while you slowly jerked him. “You know how much I love this gorgeous dick.”

When your lips wrapped around the head and you swirled your tongue against all the sensitive spots, his eyes closed, and he groaned.  

Coming off of him, you spat in your palm and started stroking him, your hand gliding effortlessly, twisting it on the upstroke, the other fondling his balls, your face going lower to lightly lick at the thin skin of his sack. 

His long, low moan went straight to your pussy.

Licking back up his cock, his eyes were on yours as you gathered spit on your tongue and let it drip onto the tip of him before taking him into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks, humming around him. You welcomed the weight of him on your tongue, bobbing your head while sucking him like a lollipop, your hand continuing to work what wouldn’t fit in your mouth—rough sounds were coming from his throat, his eyebrows furrowed, mouth open, and gaze so dark hardly any brown remained. 

Taking him further and further into your mouth and tonguing the underside of his shaft, it got until he was nudging the back of your throat, and you didn’t go any further. You were moaning, your head moving up and down, keeping your eyes on his, building up the anticipation for what he knew was coming and the thing that would push him over the edge. 

This was something that had taken a lot of practice, and Javi wasn’t a small guy; deepthroating him was actual deepthroating with how big he was—after getting a tiny bit too drunk one night on some tequila his tía Lupe gave you, the topic of how he was the most well-endowed man you’ve ever been with came up, and he was so smug about it, it took very little convincing for him to let you measure his hard very close to eight-inch dick. 

Swallowing around him, he slid smoothly into the tight space of your throat, Javi loudly moaning your name, taking him so deep, your nose was pressing into the coarse hairs at the base of his cock, smelling your eucalyptus spearmint stress relief body wash he used in the shower before you got into bed. 

Breathing through your nose, tears were leaking out of the corners of your eyes, loving how he felt inside you. 

“Te amo (I love you),” his strained voice said. “Te amo más que a nada (I love you more than anything).”

This man and being so loving during sex—he was perfect. 

Gulping made his thighs and stomach tense, and a strangled moan left his lips, his dick jerking. 

You knew he was getting close, so you did it again, contracting your throat around him, trying to get him there. 

“Rábano (Radish)!” he exclaimed, and immediately, you were pulling off of him, ignoring the drool on your chin and your wet cheeks. 

It had you worried something was wrong. 

Your voice was hoarse when you asked, “Are you okay?” 

His eyes were shut, his chest rising and falling hard while he panted. 

“Yeah,” he croaked. 

“Was it too much?” 

“No.” 

“Just didn’t want to come?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Wanna cuddle while you calm down?” 

“Please,” he answered. 

Smiling, you crawled up his body, straddling his hips to sit in his lap, quickly untying his hands, Javi immediately hugging you against him. His skin was sticky with sweat, and you didn’t care, tucking your head under his chin, lying against him. 

“How are you feeling, babe?” you quietly asked. 

“Good,” he answered, kissing your hair. 

“Head still messed up?” 

“Mi amor (My love), the only thing on my mind right now is eating your pretty little pussy and then fucking my come deep inside it.” 

His words made your cunt clench hard around nothing. 

“Well, that’s good the horny has taken over.” 

He chuckled, feeling it vibrate in his chest below you, him squeezing you tighter. 

“It has. How sore are you from yesterday?” 

The day before, you had asked him to fuck you hard enough, you’d feel it today, and you definitely were dealing with a bit of an ache, now that you were thinking about it. 

“Not like I need to ice my vagina sore but achy—honestly, I hadn’t even noticed it with all the shit that happened today, but now that you’ve mentioned it, I’m feeling it.”

“I’ll get you off with my mouth and fingers and use lube when I fuck you,” he said matter-of-factly. 

“Are you now?” 

“Yeah.” There was doubt in his voice when he continued, “Unless you don’t want that…”

“Javier, my future husband and love of my life, we’re fucking—your plan sounds great. A deal’s a deal, my body is yours to do with whatever you want, mi cuerpo es tu cuerpo (my body is your body).” 

“Anything…?” He sounded hopeful, and you knew exactly what he meant.

“Nice try, but unfortunately, it’s a no on anal today.” You felt him deflate under you. “I think I can probably make it happen tomorrow.” He perked right back up, a surprised noise leaving you, when suddenly you found yourself on your back, having been rolled with him now on top of you—his hips nestled in the cradle of your thighs, his hard cock digging into your belly. 

His smiling face was hovering over yours, his hair a mess atop his head, sticking up at odd angles. 

“I can fuck your ass tomorrow?” he asked, clearly excited. 

You snorted, ghosting your fingertips over his bare back to make him shiver. “It’s adorable how every time I agree to anal, you act like it’s the first time I’ve said you can, when in fact, you’ve gotten to do it like four times—“

“Five,” he interrupted, “six if you let me tomorrow. Can I?”

With what he went through today, he deserved a nice treat, and frankly, you quite enjoyed it. 

“Yes, Javi. Mi culo es tu culo (my ass is your ass).”

“Sí, así es (Yes, it is).” His lips crashed into yours. “Tu culo es mío (Your ass is mine),” he growled, licking into your mouth and stealing your breath. 

His tongue slid against yours in practiced strokes, your fingers digging into his shoulders hard enough that your nails left half-moon imprints, arousal burning brightly in your belly. He had to rock his hips for friction to ease his achingly hard dick, pressing it into the softness of your stomach. 

The day’s events were insane, to say the least—nowhere on your daily bingo card did you have ‘Javi’s Villainous Ex-Co-worker Attempting to Break You Up’ or ‘Assisting in a Surgery to Save a Patient's Life,’ the second definitely being more plausible to randomly happen than the first, though. 

It killed you how distressed your future husband was over Stechner telling you about some of what he did in Colombia. Did you not tell him enough you’d still love him after learning about that part of his life? Were you not reassuring enough? Did he not believe you? It was shocking to hear all he’d done and gone through, and some of it was incredibly fucked up; Like you told him, it wasn’t your place to judge his past. To you, he had paid for his sins in full, and there was no reason for him to dwell on them any longer. You just hoped after today, it would get through to him that you weren’t going anywhere and loved everything about him. Everything, even his flaws. 

His lips broke away from yours to kiss your chin, gasping at his teeth nipping at it. A wet trail of kisses went along your jaw, his breath tickling your ear as he rasped into it, “I love you so fucking much.” Goosebumps erupted all over your skin. “You’re perfect—a goddamn goddess amongst men, and I’m gonna give you the fucking worship you deserve, mi reina (my queen).” 

Pulling on his hair, you made him look at you, his eyes hooded, smirking under his perfectly trimmed mustache. “God, I love you, but right now isn’t about me; it’s about you.” 

“And this is what I want to do.”

Frowning, you replied, “Fine,” and let go of his hair.

“Thank you.” 

And thus, he began a journey of your flesh with the plush of his lips, starting with your face. The kisses were gentle, reverent, interspersing them with whispers of ‘te amo (I love you),’ blazing a trail of fire under your skin as he made his way down your body—your jaw to your neck to your chest and breasts, peppering kisses all over your tummy. 

This wasn’t the first time he’d done this, nor would it be the last. Still, the way his mouth caressed each of your imperfections—your insecurities, and told them he loved them had your throat going tight and tears brimming your eyes that he truly cherished every part of you. He didn’t care if your stomach wasn’t flat or if there were stretch marks, scars, or cellulite on your ass and thighs; to him, you were beautiful—all of you was beautiful, and he’d make damn sure you knew it.  

Down he went, kissing and speaking his love as he moved lower until he was lying between your legs. Lips pressed to each of your hip bones, his big hands grabbing just behind your knees, lifting one leg for him to kiss a wet streak along your inner thigh, his murmured words hot against your skin. The tickle of his mustache caused you to wiggle a little, your body lit up, and pussy weeping with need for him, wanting him to touch you. 

The leg was lowered, his face a hair's breadth away from where you were throbbing, so close you could feel his breath and him inhaling deeply. Humming appreciatively in the back of his throat, you sat up, his eyes meeting yours. 

“Now this,” his words were a deep rasp. “You know how much I love this pretty fucking pussy. I’ve never had any better—it owns me.” 

“It’s yours, Javi. It’s all yours.” 

A crooked smile appeared on his face. 

“Yeah, it is mine, and my dick is yours.” 

“Touch me.” 

“Not yet, mi amor (my love),” he replied and placed a chaste kiss on your mons. Your other leg was lifted, and he gave it the same attention as the other, making you fall back onto the bed in a frustrated groan, your cunt feeling so achingly empty.  

“Javi,” you whined his name. “Please, eat me out.”

“Are you needy, baby?” he asked, kissing close to your knee. 

“Yes.” 

“Okay, I’ve got you, Cielito.” 

Scooting closer, he slipped your legs over his broad shoulders, one comforting hand on your belly, the other hand at the apex of your thighs where he used his thumb and forefinger to open the glossy lips of your sex—the need you had for him grew more intense wanting him to ease the ache in your core. 

“So fucking pretty,” he purred, his breath fanning over the wet folds of your pussy. 

It made you moan when wet, hot spit dropped onto your clit, feeling the saliva slowly dripping down toward your entrance and being intercepted by the flat of Javi’s tongue sliding up the length of you, sending a jolt through your center. 

Sitting up on your elbows, you watched his face between your thighs—eyes closed, hair a mess of chocolate waves. His groans vibrated against your sensitive skin as he lapped at you, licking up every bit of your arousal he could get in hot stripes. Heat was beginning to build in the base of your spine, and when his lips latched around your sensitive bundle of nerves, and he sucked, you moaned his name, writhing under him from the shock of pleasure. 

“Oh, god,” you gasped. “It’s so good, Javi. It feels so good.” 

His eyes opened, all heavy-lidded, his pupils blown wide with lust while he watched himself make a mess of you, not even a tiny bit ashamed you were mewling.

You were so close when one thick finger slid inside you with hardly any resistance, savoring the slight stretch when he pushed in a second beside it. This man was an expert at making you come and knew your body probably better than you did. His hot mouth focused on your clit, pulling out all the stops by flicking it with his tongue, and sucking, while his digits worked in and out of you before he was crooking them up to slide along—

“Right there!” you moaned, him pressing into the spot that had every nerve in your body lighting up, the knot in your belly tightening. “Fuck, Javi! You’re gonna make me come!”

That just spurred him on, and it was all so much—the adoration evident in his dark eyes, watching as he took you apart; his mouth focusing on your sensitive clit, his fingers relentlessly fucking into you—all of your weight went onto one elbow to hold his hand on your stomach, needing him to ground you, and make sure you didn’t float away as he sent you higher and higher.

He had you moaning incoherently, and it wasn’t long before the coil snapped, and you came with a cry of his name, blinding pleasure exploding out from your core. 

“Good girl,” he groaned into your pussy. “My good fucking girl.” 

His tongue licked up your release, greedily pressing it inside your drenched hole to drink it from the source. Falling back on the mattress, your chest was heaving, eyes closed, and your boyfriend slowed down to work you through your high. 

One last kiss was placed on your swollen clit, before he got out from under your legs and crawled up your body, the tip of his hard cock drooling precum onto your skin as it pressed into you.

The air shifted, and you knew his face was over yours, him staying like that for some seconds. 

“Why are you staring at me?” you mumbled. 

“Because you’re beautiful,” he answered quietly.

You smiled. “Such a fucking flirt.” 

“Just telling the truth.” 

“Uh-huh, the truth that’s gonna get you laid.” 

“I didn’t say it so I’d get laid.” The frown was evident in his tone, and it made you open one eye to see his mustache, and the bottom half of his face were covered in your juices, and just as you thought, his reddened lips were turned down.

“Oh, babe,” you started, opening both eyes as you reached up to caress his cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. You know I’m terrible at accepting compliments.” 

A loud sigh left him, his eyes darting away. 

“Yeah, your low self-esteem—”

“Absolutely abysmal self-esteem,” you corrected. 

“I know. I just wish you could see how I see you so you knew I mean what I say.” 

“I know you’re telling the truth,” you replied. “We don’t lie to each other.” 

“We don’t.”

“Then that’s settled. Now let’s get back to the horny because your dick has absolutely got to be aching, my guy.” 

His gaze met yours. “Do you wanna come again? I’m not gonna last.” 

“One was more than enough. As I said earlier, mi cuerpo es tu cuerpo (my body is your body). Use it however you want to make yourself feel good.” 

“Thank you,” he said, his mouth hotly descending to claim yours, using the moan you made at tasting yourself to slip his tongue inside. 

It was true you were still sore from the night before, but with him making you orgasm, your cunt was nice and wet, and the muscles were relaxed to make taking him easier. 

His hips were grinding into you, the kissing making heat blossom in your belly and sizzle along your spine that could build into another climax if you let it. One moment, his lips were on yours, and the next, they weren’t, him suddenly sitting up with a groan on his knees. 

“Need you on your front, mi amor (my love),” he said, tapping your hip. The bed jostled as he moved over you toward the bedside table. 

“Damn, doggy two nights in a row?” you asked, flipping onto your stomach. “You really want me sore enough I will have to ice my pussy.” 

“Not doggy,” he replied, hearing the drawer slide open and close. “Keep your legs together.” 

Closing your legs and keeping them straight, Javi made his way back over, straddling them. Your arms were on either side of your head that was turned to the side, resting comfortably on the mattress. He bent over, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and another at the base of your neck, asking softly, “Is this okay?” 

“Yes,” you answered. “Stick it in.” To end the sentence, you wiggled your ass. 

“You’re so fucking impatient,” he chuckled, getting back up on his knees. The sound of the cap popping open told you he was using the lube, the bottle getting tossed onto the bed when he was done. 

“One of us has to be.” 

A sharp smack landed on your ass, making you gasp, before he shuffled forward, using one hand on the mattress to hold himself up, the other positioning his cock at your entrance. 

“I was gonna be gentle…” Was all the warning he gave before burying himself inside you in one smooth thrust. 

A strangled gasp left you at the sudden fullness, relishing the burn, your fingers clawing at the sheet under you for something to hold onto. With your legs closed, you were tighter, and Javi felt bigger—stealing your breath bigger, oh-my-god-how-did-he-fit-that-thing-inside-me bigger, I'm-definitely-gonna-have-to-ice-my-pussy bigger. 

You had to admit, the stretch was pretty great.

“Jesus Christ,” he gritted through his teeth, his hips bumping into the plush of your ass. “You’re so fucking tight, baby.” 

His large palms were now on your backside, smoothing over your skin. 

“You’re so fucking big,” you breathily replied.

He pulled halfway out and slowly pushed back in with a groan, your mouth falling open and feeling thankful for the lube making him move so easily. His hard length was pressing into all of those spots that made your toes curl, feeling every ridge and vein as he slid it halfway out and rocked it back in over and over, your brain erroring out at how good it felt.

“Shit,” he hissed, moving forward on his arms to kiss your back once more. “This is gonna be quick.” 

He sped up his pace, his dick moving in and out of you with quick snaps of his hips, pushing in so far there was a possibility he was in your guts, filling you to your limit—it was hard to think; it was hard to breathe, with how full you felt.

A fire had started in your belly, getting hotter and hotter with each deep kiss of his cock to your womb, no longer feeling overwhelmed by the fullness, it now slowly making you lose your mind in ecstasy. 

“I love you so fucking much,” he panted. “You’re so fucking perfect and beautiful and amazing. Fuck, you feel so good. Me encanta cómo te sientes, mi amor (I love how you feel, my love). Estás tan apretada y mojada (You’re so tight and wet).” Wet was an understatement; you were sopping, hearing an obscene squelch where you were joined. “Te sientes tan pinche rico (You feel so fucking good). Te amo, mi futura esposa (I love you, my future wife). No puedo esperar para casarme contigo (I can’t wait to marry you).” 

He sat up, his hands firmly gripping your waist for leverage, fucking into you harder and faster, grunting with every thrust—your body was alight in pleasure, the angle making him rub against that one spot only he could find and rocketing you toward your own end; your skin was heated, coated in sweat, and you were so fuck drunk a stream of babbling was coming from your mouth in the tune of his name, letting him know how good he was fucking you, and telling him you loved him—a lot of you telling him you loved him, actually. 

The room was filled with the rhythmic slap of his hips hitting against your ass, the jumble of words spilling from your lips, and the rougher grunts from Javi’s throat, the air smelling like sex. 

The heated pressure inside you was growing rapidly, your body trembling. 

“I love you, too,” he grunted. “Am I fucking you good, Cielito? Are you gonna come again? You’re so fucking wet, and I can feel you’re close, baby. You know why I can’t wait to marry you?” 

Somehow, in your wrecked state, you could choke out a “Why?” 

“Shit, I’m almost there, too.” He swallowed. “‘Cause I love you.” His rhythm was starting to get uneven. “And I’ll finally get to fuck a baby into you.” 

A stab of red-hot pleasure hit your gut, your moan sounding punched from your lungs. 

“You want that,” he continued. “You want me to get you pregnant.” 

That fire in your belly was threatening to combust, so close to your climax that you could practically taste it. 

“Yes!” you cried out. 

He was going faster, his thick cock slickly sliding in and out of your tight heat; his name was a soft chant from your lips, saying it over and over like a prayer—proof he was a sex god, and you were his devoted devotee willingly giving him your entire being, body, and soul, as an offering. 

He worshiped you, and you worshiped him. 

“You’ll look so fucking beautiful pregnant with my baby,” his words were breathy. “My beautiful pregnant wife; fuck, come on, Cielito, give me another. I want my wife to come with me. Come on, mi esposa, I’m gonna fill you up—fuck my come so deep, you’ll be pregnant when I put a ring on your finger.” 

That’s what got you, falling over the edge with a gasping moan. Euphoria overtook every cell in your body, rippling out from your center, spreading to your fingers and toes, feeling like you kept coming, and coming, and coming. 

Javi went with you, pushing in all the way to the hilt, his cock thickening and jerking hard, shattering with a low, dirty groan, feeling the warm, wet pulse as his spend filled you—falling forward on his arms, his hips rolled to fuck it deeper, and he leaned down to softly kiss your shoulder, moving to lightly bite the edge of your ear, hearing the hiss slide through his teeth when the overstimulation hit and he stopped moving. 

Wrung out was apt for how you felt. Your limbs were quivering uncontrollably, panting, your mind all hazy from the pleasure, and you felt boneless. 

Something about the man you were going to marry was he enjoyed staying inside you after finishing, and he’d mastered the art of getting you both comfortable without pulling out. He rolled you both onto your sides, bringing your back flush to his front and wrapping his arms around you to hug you tightly against him, his nose buried in your hair, while your hand went back behind you to play with his. 

It didn’t matter you were both sweaty and, let’s be honest, gross—a shower was absolutely needed—you loved basking in the post-coital bliss with the person you would spend the rest of your life with. 

This also happened to be another occasion where time was tricky. It only felt like seconds passed, maybe a minute or two, as you lay there, luxuriating in each other, but a glance at the glowing red numbers on the alarm clock on your bedside table told you ten minutes had passed. 

“Yes,” you said, breaking the silence. 

He nuzzled against your neck, pressing a kiss to it. 

“Are you practicing again?” 

“No, this yes is my pre-acceptance of your proposal.” 

“I’ve been pre-approved to be your husband?” he asked amusedly. 

“Um, yes, Javier, you have gone above and beyond to prove you are husband material. You’ve also been pre-approved to be the father of my future children.” 

“Cielito?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m guessing you don’t remember,” he sighed. 

“Remember what…?”

“I’m already engaged.” 

“WHAT?!” you yelled, Javi making a pained sound when you aggressively got out of his arms and off his dick to turn around and sit up in bed, staring at him. “What the fuck are you talking about?!” 

The expression on his face could only be described as the realization of, ‘I fucked up.’ His throat bobbed as he gulped in fear at your reaction. 

He propped his head up on his arm, meeting your gaze. 

“I can explain—“ he tried. 

Thoughts were racing through your brain, trying to make sense of this—that was the thing; it made zero sense. Nothing was adding up, not with how intertwined your lives had become and your plans for the future, plus all the shit you’d gone through together to get to this point.  

“Oh, you better fucking explain, Javier,” you cut him off, anger making you seethe. “It’s not Lorraine since she’s married. Wait—“ Panic hit you. “Am I the other woman? Do you secretly have a fiancée in Colombia?”

There was no way whoever he was betrothed to was from here—you’d know. 

His face scrunched in confusion. 

“Other woman?” he asked. “Secret fiancée? What? It’s you. I’m engaged to you!”

Your eyebrows creased, checking your hands for a ring and not seeing one. 

“Uh, no, we’re not…” You looked at him. “Our anniversary hasn’t happened yet, and I’m like 99.9% sure you haven’t proposed—I’d remember.”  

“You proposed to me…” he said slowly.

That had you taken aback. 

“Javi, babe, I am so fucking confused right now. Like, you’re the one—” You pointed at him then yourself. “—who has to propose to me, not in a stereotypical way, but because your last engagement wasn’t your choice, and you wanting to marry me, or anyone for that matter, needs to be your choice. Also, I cannot recall ever proposing to you?”

As you explained your reasoning why he was the one who had to do it, his eyes had gotten rounder, and he smiled softly. 

“It was this afternoon before you fell asleep.”

There was still no recollection. 

“Was I basically asleep?” 

He sheepishly ducked his head. “Yeah…” 

Pushing his shoulder, you replied in exasperation, “Oh my god, Javier, that doesn’t count! You know that doesn’t count!” 

His smile got bigger, meeting your eyes. “I still said yes.” 

“To a woman who was more asleep than awake and wasn’t in the right state of mind to even ask.” 

“Yeah? Right now, if you asked again, my answer would be the same.” 

Thinking about it briefly, you said, “Still doesn’t count unless there’s a ring, and I never proposed with a ring, so that null and voids it.” 

His eyebrow went up. “In order for a proposal to be valid, a ring is required...?” 

“Yep. Thems the rules. So, we’re not engaged.” 

“Okay. We’re not engaged.” 

Smiling, you replied. “Nope. Oh! Another stipulation.”

“Yes?”

“The proposal is only valid if there’s a ring and you’re the one doing the asking.”

“Anything else?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “You’ll have to get my father’s blessing to marry me.”

His face paled. 

“You’ve gotta be fucking joking…” he said. 

“Of course, I’m joking! I don’t give a single fuck about his opinion. That was payback for freaking me out.”

“Thank fuck,” he breathed. “Come here.” He beckoned you with the hand, not holding himself up. 

Getting closer, you laid down next to him, his arm pulling you closer to him so you were looking up at his face. He was gazing adoringly into your eyes with a smile, his fingers stroking your cheek. 

The silence was comfortable, dancing your fingertips along his naked side. 

“Thank you for not leaving me,” he finally spoke softly. 

“Never even crossed my mind.” 

“Thank you for loving me.” 

“Always.” 

“Thank you for wanting to be my wife.” 

“Thank you for wanting to be my husband. Really, it’s an honor. I’ll be the woman who bagged Javier Peña.” 

He huffed out a breath. “Yes, you will. Thank you for wanting to have kids with me.” 

“Oh, that’s easy. They’re gonna be cute, and you’ll be an amazing dad.” 

His eyes were a little shinier. 

“I’m happy you think that.” 

“I know that—our bovine children are treated like royalty. You’re gonna spoil the fuck out of our biological babies, and they’ll love you a lot.”

“I hope so.” 

“They will.” 

Lowering his head, he kissed you with so much passion it made your breath catch in your throat, and your heart skip a beat. 

“Cielito?” he murmured into your lips. 

“Yes, Javi?” 

“Can we practice?” 

His question made you smile.

“You want to practice making a baby again?” you asked, knowing that wasn’t what he meant.

“Fucking smartass,” he growled, tickling your ribs, making you laugh while you tried to wiggle away.

Your mouths had broken apart. “Okay, okay, I give,” you panted. Immediately, he stopped his tickle assault. “We can practice.” 

He gave you a big, dimpled smile, quickly kissing you. 

“Spanish or English?” he asked. 

“Dealer’s choice.” 

His face went serious. “No, when you imagine me asking, is it in Spanish or English?” 

“Uh, Spanish?”

“Okay.” 

“But it doesn’t matter,” you quickly added. “Just do what feels right.” 

“It needs to be perfect. Which is why we’re gonna practice,” he said, winking. 

“Uh huh, we’re practicing, and it’s not an excuse for you to ask the question that won’t leave you alone and has made you regret waiting... Nope, you’re not exploiting a convoluted loophole at all...” 

“Yeah, practice. Okay.” He cleared his throat, his big hand cradling your face, his chocolate brown eyes gazing lovingly into yours. “Mi Cielito,” he started, “eres el amor de mi vida, mi media naranja y quiero pasar el resto de mi vida contigo (My Cielito, you are the love of my life, my soulmate, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you). Quiero compartir cada instante de mi vida contigo en las buenas tiempos y en las malas porque somos más fuertes juntos y podemos superar cualquier cosa (I want to share my life with you in good times and bad because we are stronger together and we can overcome anything).” There was no way to stop the tears from forming in your eyes, blurring your vision, getting choked up at what he was saying. “Cuando imagino mi futuro, te veo conmigo, en la casa que construimos, rodeado de nuestros hijos y quiero hacer que eso sea una realidad (When I imagine my future, I see you with me, in the house we built, surrounded by our children, and I want to make that a reality).” He had you crying now, unable to keep the wetness at bay, your cheeks hurting from smiling so big. “Quiero hacer realidad mi sueño y convertirme en tu esposo (I want to make my dream come true and become your husband). Mi Cielito, mi amor, mi vida, ¿me hariás el hombre más feliz del mundo, te casarías conmigo (My Cielito, my love, my life, you’d make me the happiest man in the world, will you  marry me)?”

Nodding your head, laughing through your tears, you answered, “Sí, sí, un millón de veces sí (Yes, yes, a million times yes)!”

His mouth came crashing down to happily claim yours, both of you smiling as you kissed, your hands ending up in the hair at the back of his head. 

“How was it?” he asked between kisses, his palm sliding up and down your belly. 

“Perfect.” 

“The real thing will be better.” 

“Wait, Javi.” 

Immediately, his lips were off of yours, and he looked at you in concern. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I know you’re still figuring out your plan, and I’m going to love whatever it is, but, um, it’ll need to be done someplace, maybe secluded?” 

“I know you’d hate the attention, so I’m gonna do something intimate.” 

It relieved you to hear that. 

“This is why you get your dick sucked so often.” He chuckled, smiling. “You’re perfect. It wasn’t just because of that…” 

“Okay… What’s the other reason?” 

“Apparently, proposals make me super horny, and I’ll want your dick.” 

“Somewhere secluded.” He nodded. “Whatever my wife wants, she gets.” 

Smiling, you corrected, “Future wife.”

“Still, my wife.” 

He was so stubborn he made your eyes roll. 

“And what will you call me when we’re married?” 

“My wife, and every. Fucking. Person, in this town and anyone else aware of me will know I am your husband.” 

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[ihni]

It's @weird-an's birthday, so have a little Argilly (!) (yeah I know!) piece inspired by this post.

This piece is written to be read around the time they release season 5, because whatever shit they come up with to happen in Hawkins, our forgotten boys will just be living their best life in Cali.

~~~

Billy wakes up slowly, gaining awareness in increments. The softness of the sheet underneath him, the sounds of the traffic interspersed with voices coming from outside, the warmth of the air in the room and from the body behind him. Taking a deep breath, he stretches until his joints pop and then releases the air in a content sigh as he becomes boneless once again, turning around and snuggling up to the man behind him. Tucking his head in under the man’s chin, still without opening his eyes.

There’s a chuckle. Billy can feel the vibrations through the body he’s clinging to, and can’t help but smile.

“How long have you been awake?” he murmurs, and hums contentedly when a big hand splays out over the back of his head, scratching lazily at his nape.

“A while,” comes Argyle’s voice from close by, and Billy feels a gentle kiss on the crown of his head.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” he asks, then yawns.

“You’re cute when you sleep,” is the answer.

“I’m cute all the time.”

A laugh, and Billy can feel Argyle move as he nods. “Truth. But especially when you sleep. Also, we’re not in a rush. We can stay here all day, if we want.”

Billy starts to nod along, but then stops. Reluctantly blinks his eyes open. “Not all day. We’re meeting Tommy later, remember? You promised you’d show him all the best burger places in town.”

“Yeah but that’s not until the afternoon,” Argyle argues. “We have hours to go before then.” A pause. “You can go back to sleep, if you want.”

Billy considers. It’s still a luxury to be able to wake up at his own pace, and not have to hurry to get ready in the morning. It’s also not until recently that he has started sleeping through the night, with the nightmares being less frequent the longer he spends away from their source.

Two years. Two years since he clawed his way back to the real world, two years since he stopped having to sleep with one eye open, two years since fate – perhaps as an apology for everything it had put Billy through – brought Argyle to that godawful Indiana town. (No one could tell who was most surprised to see the other; Argyle, who had been told that Billy had died in a fire, or Billy, who hadn’t thought he’d ever get out of that hellish place at all. Their reunion was emotional and tearful and came as a shock to everyone else, who hadn’t even known that they knew each other. But honestly fuck everyone else.)

It has been two years now since Billy sat down in the passenger’s seat of Argyle’s van and went back to California without looking back; his only goodbye being a middle finger aimed at the ‘Leaving Hawkins’ sign as they passed, while Argyle’s hand rested on his thigh, gripping Billy’s other hand in his.

Two years later, and here Billy is, in bed with Argyle; his best friend, his lover, his Aggy. There are no monsters anymore, there is no Neil to be wary of. He is safe, he is warm, and he can go back to sleep if he wants.

Does he want that, though? He frowns. Something tickles his mind, like a half-forgotten memory. He dreamt something, he realizes, but trying to remember what it was is like trying to capture mist in his hands. It slips between his fingers like smoke, but still leaves him feeling vaguely uncomfortable.

Argyle, like always, notices. “What is it, Bee?” he asks, and hugs Billy closer. “Nightmare?”

“I don’t know,” Billy says, truthfully. “I don’t remember.”

Argyle hums. “You were moving around a lot. Talking in your sleep again.”

“Really?” Billy says. It’s been a while since he did that. “What did I say?”

“Just murmurs. No real words. You sounded kinda worried, though.”

“Hm. Well, I don’t remember.”

Billy rolls back a bit and puts his head on the pillow. He immediately misses Argyle’s warmth, but Argyle keeps his hand on the back of Billy’s head, playing with his hair, and at least this way he can look at Argyle’s face.

He’s beautiful. Big and strong and soft, with his sunshine smile that never fails to make Billy feel all warm inside and his long hair that somehow always looks perfect even right after waking, unlike Billy’s. There’s a mark on Argyle’s cheek from a crease in the pillow, and Billy wants to kiss it.

Argyle’s smile – widening at the sight of Billy, which will always be a thrill – is contagious, and Billy finds himself smiling too.

“’Mornin’, Aggy,” he says and leans forward to place a kiss on Argyle’s lips.

“’Mornin’, Bee,” Argyle replies and smiles into the kiss.

They lean their foreheads together and breathe for a while. Then Argyle stretches out too, like a big cat. Billy seizes his opportunity to plop himself on top of Argyle, who just laughs and puts his arms around him, pulling him closer. Chest against chest, Billy moves with Argyle’s expanding lungs as he inhales. It is soothing, and he tries to relax. But he doesn’t quite succeed – the remnants of the dream is still lurking in the back of his head.

Of course, Argyle notices. “Bee?” And of course, he knows what’s Billy’s thinking. “Do you think it’s got something to do with, you know, all that stuff from a couple of years ago?” He doesn’t even say ‘Hawkins’ out loud, because he knows how Billy feels about that town. It is just another reason to love him.

Billy wants to say no. Wants to reject it out loud, because all that is over. But that nagging feeling in his brain stops him. “I don’t know,” he admits. Argyle knows about the nightmares, about the dreams. He has met El after all, and knows what she can do – and he knows about the times, right after they got back to California, when Billy and El’s dreams merged. It has stopped now, thankfully. Or, he thought it did.

“Do you think something’s … wrong?” Argyle asks. His voice is neutral, but Billy knows him well. He knows what Argyle went through, too; what he had to see and live through on his way across the country two years ago.

And Billy decides, then and there, that “No. Nothing’s wrong.” Because they’ve had enough, him and Argyle. They’ve done their part. Billy has served his time; he paid the price, survived, got out and got away. The people they left back in Hawkins – none of whom cared enough about him to try to save him, by the way – could have left too. If they stayed around for the next wave of horror, that’s their choice.

Hawkins can burn to the ground, for all that Billy cares. If something’s about to go down there, Billy doesn’t want to be involved. Doesn’t even want to know about it.

“Okay,” Argyle says and pats Billy’s shoulder. As if he knows what Billy’s thinking. He probably does.

“And if it is,” Billy says, petulantly. Makes sure to say it out loud, so that the powers that be can hear his refusal. “If something is wrong .... If something goes down, back there? I don’t give a fuck.”

“Right on.” Argyle chuckles and kisses his curls. Hugs Billy even closer, trapping him against his chest and making him feel … small, and safe, and cared for. Something that Billy has only ever felt with Argyle, outside of when he was a child and his mother was still around. “Right on, my dude.”

Billy huffs out a laugh, but wrinkles his nose in distaste at the same time. “Don’t call me ‘dude’ in bed. It’s weird.”

“But you are my dude, dude.” Billy tilts his head back so he can glare at him. It’s hard to maintain a façade of annoyance in the face of Argyle’s sparkling eyes, but he manages through sheer force of will. “My little man.”

“Stop it.”

“My bro.”

“Aggy.”

“Brochacho.”

“I will literally kill you.” But despite his words, which are an obvious lie to the both of them, he cannot stop the smile that blooms on his face, or the blush that follows when Argyle laughs and peppers his face with kisses.

“Sure you will, dude.” Argyle sees straight through him. He always has.

That doesn’t mean that Billy will just take this kind of disrespect lying down. He struggles out of Argyle’s grip – only succeeding because Argyle lets him – and rolls and crawls with grunts and mutters to the edge of the mattress. He pushes off the bed and gets to this feet, uncaring of the fact that he’s naked, and cocks a hip to the side while he points at Argyle, who’s still sprawled out in bed, grinning. “Just for that, breakfast is on you.”

Argyle just keeps smiling, even as he leans forward and hooks his own finger around Billy’s, shaking his hand a little. And damn it, Billy is charmed. As always. “Sure thing, Bee. Cold pizza?”

“Leftovers? You call me ‘dude’ in bed, and I get leftovers?”

“Tasty, tasty leftovers, though.”

Tasty leftovers. Breakfast with his Aggy, after waking up in bed with his Aggy, in the apartment he shares with his Aggy.

A look to the window reveals blue skies with barely any clouds. The leaflets on the palm tree just outside moves gently in the breeze. Billy knows that if he opens the window, he will smell car exhausts from the road and Chinese food from the restaurant across the street and a hint of decomposing trash from the dumpster around the corner … and under all that, the salty air blowing in from the ocean, barely two blocks away.

Life is good.

He releases Aggy’s finger and takes his hand instead, pulls him up until he’s standing. Pokes him in the middle of his chest and raises his eyebrows as he looks up at him. “I want garlic sauce on mine.”

Argyle salutes – lazily, and with the wrong hand – and says, “You got it,” before pressing another kiss to Billy’s face – forehead, this time – and walking past him to get out the bedroom. Argyle’s not wearing anything either, and Billy watches appreciatively as his behind disappears around the corner.

Whatever might go down in Hawkins, it’s got nothing to do with him anymore – him or Aggy.

Life is good for them, now. He’s not trading this for anything.

And with that, he files the fragments of the dream away to be forgotten and follows Argyle out into the kitchen for a cold pizza breakfast.

~~~

(And yes, Tommy has moved there too because he deserves some kind of appearance as well, so I'll just headcanon that he and Carol maybe have moved out there and is finding their feet out in the real world. He's gonna become fast friends with Billy and Argyle and become a cook or something.)

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Billy Hargrove x Reader

What happens when you move to indiana to reunite with your lover?

You wave to the car as it drives away. Neil and Susan forced Billy (and Max) to move to a small town. In fucking Indiana.

You force down the tears. He promised to call every time he could. A long distance relationship would be hard, but worth it.

After two years of dating, and a life time of friendship, you two were inseparable. Your mom claimed she didn't believe you two could survive more than an hour apart. Her logic was being tested.

You still remember the night Billy came to your window. When you opened it, you thought Neil had hit him. His eyes were puffy and red rimmed.

He told you the news that shook your world. He was moving over 2,000 miles away.

You had both laid I'm bed while holding each other. The only thing to be heard was promises of staying together and sniffles.

______________________________________________

It's been a month since Billy moved. Your mom gave you sympathetic glances every day.

You no longer had a will to live. The (almost) nightly phone calls weren't enough. They never would be. He tried to call you anytime Neil wasn't home. Even if it was just to leave a message.

"You're a zombie sweets," your mom tells you as you grab a candy bar for breakfast. You give her a questioning look as she hands you a paper.

"What's this?" You ask as you look at a brochure for a house in Hawkins, Indiana. Wait, Hawkins?

"I sold the house," your mom blurts. You toss your makeshift breakfast on the counter and give her a big hug.

"Thank you," you say as you squeeze her. Your mom couldn't stand the way you acted without him.

"I couldn't see you live like the undead another day," she states and you scoff. It was true though.

Without Billy, weekends were no longer spent surfing. They were spent watching sad movies while crying.

You didn't take turns driving the other to school, you personally liked your car more, it was just an old corvet your m bought for your 16th.

And, instead of speeding to school, you drove at a painfully slow pace. No longer caring; about anything.

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It had been two weeks since the news if moving had been delivered. Now, as you drive up to the house in your cherry red car, you can't wait.

Billy had been told that you were spending the weekend at a friend's, you hadn't told him that you were moving.

It had been hectic getting moved in. Your mom had sent you to pick up something to make dinner. You had ran into Max. She had agreed to keep the secret, claiming it was for you not Billy.

Your mom had been able to transfer to the local PD. Thank God, her job had been boring since Neil left. None of the abuse calls were going to follow up. Neil was good friends with the chief in Cali.

It had only gotten him so far considering he had been locked up a few weeks prior. Must suck to get arrested for doing something you knew was illegal.

You grab the grocery bags and walk in the house. You couldn't help the smile on your face. Tomorrow was Monday. The first day of your new school. And billy. Definitely only excited for him.

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You pull into school and he doesn't notice you. You park your car in the back next to some other brightly colored cars.

You see the light blue Camaro and someone with dirty blonde curls with a cig. You slowly walk up and clear your thoat.

"What the hell do,-" he cuts himself off mid sentence when he sees you. He can't believe his eyes. You should be over 2,000 miles away.

He tosses the cig and picks you up for a hug before releasing you and pressing a kiss yo your lips. He pulls away and takes your face in his hands.

"You should be on the east coast," he almost questions. So, you give him the spill. His only response is to hug you again.

"Never leave again," he whispers into your hair. Billy doesn't care that half the school is watching him. He doesn't care that he know has his reputation ruined for being soft.

He only cares about you. And your car. But mainly you.

#billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove x sister!reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #Billy is soft #soft billy hargrove

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Use me

Summary: You pick Javier up from the airfield after he wasn’t able to take Miguel Rodriguez from the Cali Cartel in. You don’t make it home before he needs you to get his mind off of things.

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 2.2k

Rating: E

Warnings: fluff, smut (public sex, unprotected sex, oral f receiving, edging on the hood of a car), a hint of tactical vest Javi, Dom-ish Javi, soft Javi

A/N: After staring at the title for an hour it won't get better. Enjoy lol

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You were still going through some files in the embassy when the phone rang. Okay you might have been close to falling asleep at your desk, but you were there. 

On the line was someone requesting a pick up from the airfield just outside of the city for Javier. 

You knew why he had left in the early morning. 

He had woken you up while you were still in his bed, your eyes finding him already dressed as he looked down at you. 

“We’re gonna get Miguel Rodriguez today,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead, his fingers brushing over your cheek. You gave him a sleepy smile. 

“Go get him, baby,” you had smiled, before he kissed you. 

But he didn’t get him. Feistl had called earlier to give you an update. 

This fucking country.

No… Not the country. The people who seemed to take drug money with a hand kiss to let the Cartells do whatever they wanted as long as the money kept coming. 

You packed your stuff and grabbed Javi’s car keys. You had taken his car today.

While your relationship with Javier was never really made official by either one of you, it was an open secret. 

You had met him years back when he was still on the hunt for Escobar. You worked as a secretary for the ambassador and Javi and Steve were… well they had been the reason for many, many late nights at the embassy, causing you more and more work. 

You hadn’t been a big fan of them.  

But in all those years, you had never really talked to Javier until he had been sent back to help take down the Cali Cartel. Which made him your boss because you had joined the DEA as an active agent after Escobar was gone. 

You were still treated like a secretary most times, the curse of being a woman in this work environment. Falling in love with the boss did not really help with that.

He had found you sitting in a bar on a friday night on your own after a particularly gruesome day and invited you for a drink. 

Safe to say, it didn’t stay at that one drink and now months later you had moved into his apartment and you were so stupidly in love with him, that it made you gag sometimes. 

You leaned against the car standing just outside of the airfield watching the tiny plane land. It was almost 2am by now and you were looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow morning. 

But first you had to take care of Javier. 

He would be in a mood. For weeks, months he was fighting against this system of corruption, leaving him frustrated as he tried to work against the system. 

To do better.

You wished you could take all this frustration from him and just let him breathe for a moment. But you couldn’t. So you did the one thing you knew would help him and let him use your body to take his frustrations out. 

You couldn’t count the nights he had left you a satisfied mess after he had broken you apart little by little for hours with his hands, his tongue, his cock until he finally felt the weight on his chest lifted just enough to finally breathe before he fell asleep on your chest.

The plane parked and the door opened. Javier was still wearing his yellow sunglasses, his shirt and his tactical vest. He was talking to a man who exited the plane behind him, shaking his hand before he closed his eyes and tilted his head up towards the sky, taking a deep breath. 

Your heart broke for him. 

When his eyes opened he turned around, his eyes found yours. You smiled at him but he just kept looking at you, his face a hard mask before he slowly began to walk towards you. 

The closer you came, the more you could read him. 

He was on edge. Every muscle in his body tense. His lips were pressed into a thin line and you could see the way he was forcing himself to take deep breaths. 

You knew that look. 

The last time you had seen him like that was when Stechner made him go on a pointless journey into the jungle by helicopter. 

He had made you cum four times before he even thought about taking his pants off that night. You wore the hickeys all over your body for a week, and he made up for it until every bruise had healed, kissing every single one of them every day. 

Now you were relieved when he was standing in front of you, unharmed. 

“Hey,” you whispered, looking up into his eyes. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall against yours as he took a deep breath, before he kissed your forehead and took the car keys from your fingers. 

“Get in the car,” he whispered against your ear, his fingers working the vest open and taking it off, before he turned from you and opened the drivers door to get in, throwing the vest on the backseat. 

You took a deep calming breath, still feeling the ghost of his breath brush over your skin before you turned around and got into the car. You looked at Javi, putting the seat belt on as he started the car. 

Without another word he drove the car away from the airfield.

The radio was playing some slow Spanish song you didn’t recognize while the city lights flew by. You risked a glance to your side, looking at Javi. One of his hands was gripping the steering while, his other hand laying on his thigh, his finger rubbing over the fabric of his jeans. 

“Are you hurt?” you whispered and he glanced at you. 

“No,” he said, the hand that was on his thigh reaching over, taking yours to bring it to his lips. 

“Do you want to get something to eat?” you asked.

“No,” he said again, pulling your hand on his thigh. You glanced around as you noticed the car getting slower, not recognizing where you were. 

He turned off the engine. 

“I want you to take your pants and panties off and walk to the front of the car,” he said, now looking at you. You took a shuddering breath as you looked up into his dark eyes, his sunglasses finally taken off. He raised his right eyebrow impatiently when you didn’t move. 

You knew you could just say the word and he would let it go and drive you home. Looking away from him you looked around. You couldn’t see a house or… anything really. Just trees and darkness, a single street lamp in the far distance. 

You let go of his hand, your fingers pulling at the button of your jeans before you pulled the zipper down and wiggled out of your pants, making Javi groan at your lack of underwear. 

“No panties? Naughty,” he hummed as he watched you. 

“You rubbed off of me, sir,” you teased, wiggling a little until you got your pants off over your shoes. Javi’s fingers tilted your chin towards him, crashing his lips down on yours. You released a surprised yelp before you pushed your hands into his hair, wanting him closer. 

“I want to eat you out on the hood of this car until you can’t think straight,” he hummed against your lips and you moaned. 

“You want that? My fingers, my mouth, my tongue…” he sucked your bottom lip in and you shivered. 

“Yes… Yes please…” you whined.

“Good,” he parted from your lips and turned around to get out of the car, leaving you to take a couple of deep breaths before you followed him out.

He leaned with one hand on the hood of the car, his other hand rubbing over his moustache. You bit your lip, shivering more from anticipation than from the cold breeze as you walked towards him. 

He kissed you as soon as you were close, one hand on the back of your head to pull you closer while he pushed you with his body against the car, his other hand on your ass, pushing you against him. His tongue dipped into your mouth and you couldn’t help but moan, crossing your arms behind his neck. 

He nibbled on your bottom lip, his nose brushing over yours before both hands came to rest on your waist.

“Jump,” he mumbled and you did without a second thought as he helped you sit on the hood of his jeep, his hands pushing your thighs apart as he looked up at you. His fingertips rubbed over the skin of your inner thighs. 

He was almost on eye level with your pussy as he leaned against his car.

Slowly he put your legs over his shoulder, kissing your inner thighs softly before he bit a mark into it, repeating it on the other leg. 

“If you cum on anything else than my cock tonight you’ll regret it,” he said, looking up at you and you shakily breathed out before you nodded. 

“Just say the word and I’ll stop,” he said. 

“Yes Javi,” you whispered, sucking your bottom lip in. 

“My good girl,” he hummed, his tongue licking up your pussy, making you shiver. 

He wasted no time, knowing exactly what buttons to push, how he had to touch you to bring you to the edge within minutes. Literally making out with your pussy, his tongue flicking over your clit just the way you liked it. 

“Fuck.. Fuck Javi,” you whimpered, your hands in his hair, already feeling your orgasm approaching but just before you came he stopped and you whined in disappointment. He looked up at you, the hint of a smirk on his lips. 

“You taste fucking delicious right before you cum,” he hummed and you let yoru head fall back against the hood. 

“Ready for more?” he asked.

“Do I get a choice?”

“No,” he said before he dove in again. 

You were a mess. Tears running down your cheeks as you held on to Javi’s hair. He was humming against you, you were so oversensitive that the single lick of his tongue almost made you orgasm. 

But he had kept true to his word. 

The sky was starting to change colours, the sun getting ready to rise when you heard him unbuckle his belt. Getting up to lean on your elbows positively exhausted you looked at him as he pushed his pants down, his cock painfully hard and leaking. 

“You’ve been such a good girl for me, letting me use you,” he said and you could see his whole face glistening with you. 

“You think you can stand so I can fuck you from behind, mi sol?” he asked. 

“Don’t think I will ever walk again, honestly,” you sighed but started to get up and he chuckled. His hands were on your hips as he helped you down and he held you up when you indeed struggled to keep on your feet after those last hours. He kissed you, diving his tongue inside of you moaning against your lips. 

He guided you to the side of the car, turning you around so you were bent over, your arms keeping you upright. 

It was then that you noticed where he had brought you. 

You were in the mountains, overlooking the whole city. It was the place he had brought you when he asked you to move in with him. 

You smiled softly as Javi kissed up your neck, his head on your shoulder. 

“I hope you know how much I love you, mi sol,” he whispered. 

“I love you too, Javi,” you smiled, moaning when he pushed his cock inside of you in one fluid motion. 

You were surprised by your orgasm, shaking in his arms while he cursed, his lips sucking on your neck.”

And he hadn’t even moved.

“Fuck baby you soaked me…” he chocked a laugh. 

“So…. so good….” you moaned and you felt him smile against your skin. 

“Want you to cum inside me, Javi.” you hummed when he started to move. 

“Yeah?” he asked, you only nodded. 

“Want me to fill you up?” he held on to your hips, fucking into you from behind just as the sun came up. His other hand ran up under your shirt, squeezing your breasts. 

It was strangely romantic. 

“Fill me up Javi,” you moaned, feeling yourself cum again, squeezing his cock and he gasped, thrusting a couple more times before you felt him spill deep inside of you. 

He let his head fall against your back before he kissed your neck. 

“Feeling better?” you asked over your shoulder and he kissed you. 

“Always with you,” he smiled. 

“Good,” you nodded, rubbing your nose over his. 

“Now please get me home I need a shower and some sleep,” you teased and he laughed. 

He got you both tamales and coffee for breakfast on your way home. He took the time to shower you, wash your hair, kiss every part of your body his lips could reach. 

And then he held you in his arms as you both fell asleep. 

For once not caring about what was going on in this country. 

Both of your brains blissfully quiet. 

#my fic #javier peña #Javier Peña x fem reader #Pedro pascal #narcos #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction

[sapppy-cocktail]

California Love - Part 6

Max Mayfield x Reader

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Max had always been an enigma, surrounded by mysteries and strange occurrences. But ever since I had started having these visions or flashbacks, everything around me felt even more complicated. The line between reality and delusion was blurring, and I wasn’t sure which one I was living in. I sat upright in bed, my mind racing. The door was open, and I felt an inexplicable dread. I grabbed the shotgun from the table and cautiously moved towards Max's room. I knew something wasn’t right. The whispers and shadows I had encountered were more real than any nightmare.

Pushing the door open slowly, the room was empty. Max’s bed looked like it had been slept in, but she was nowhere to be seen. Panic set in. I had promised Lucas I’d protect her, and now she was gone. The soft moonlight from outside revealed footprints on the wooden floor. Without wasting any time, I followed them. They led to the dense woods that surrounded the cabin. The cool wind and the howling of distant creatures made me even more apprehensive, but I had to find Max.

After what felt like hours, I found myself in front of the junkyard again. This place had some inexplicable significance, but I couldn’t figure it out. And then, in the silence, I heard it – a soft whimper, almost like someone crying. Drawing closer to an overturned bus, I found Max. She was knelt down, staring at her own reflection in a puddle, tears streaming down her face. “Max,” I whispered, approaching her cautiously. She looked up, her eyes filled with terror. “They’re coming for me,” she mumbled, almost incoherently. “Who, Max? Who’s coming for you?” She looked around frantically, her breathing heavy. “Vecna. He’s found us, and he’s got an army, he’s coming for us for everyone.” The pit in my stomach grew. Suddenly, an eerie silence enveloped the junkyard. Shadows danced around us, and a cold, gripping wind blew. From the distance, a figure emerged. Tall and skeletal, wrapped in tattered robes with a single, glowing eye – Vecna.

“I offered you my help, Y/N,” he boomed, his voice echoing in the silence, “and you chose to defy me.” Summoning courage, I stood up, positioning myself between Max and the menacing figure. “Don’t come any closer.” I warned. He tilted his head in amusement. “I’m not here to hurt you, but are you really going to stand there as a protector for people that don’t care if you die or not. Memories or not, you can tell they don’t like you.” Vecna says looking down at me. “What can I gain from hurting you or Max, Y/N? She’s already given me more than enough and what do I gain from killing you? Nothing, I just want to give you your memories back, let me help you.” He says taking another step towards me. “Are you going to stand with them, or with me?” He asks as he holds out a hand for me to take. “They took your memories Y/N.” He ‘reminds’ me for the third time.

“Give my your hand.” His voice raises as he moves it closer. “Give it to me.” He says louder, the same 4 words begin to repeat over and over, getting louder and louder in my head. His voice screaming in my head. Wanting it to stop I grab it, not really focusing on what I was doing, instinctively wanting it to stop I reached out. My head shoots back and everything rushes back ti me. Eddie leaving, Max and I in Cali, Dr Brenner, meeting Dustin, El attacking me in the woods. All of it. Vecna chuckled. “I told you, I don’t want to harm anyone. I merely wanted to just give your memories back, the original ones, before Eleven messed with your head.” Before I could react, the world around me shifted, and I was back in the cabin with everyone surrounding me. But something was off. Their faces were contorted, their eyes dark, void of any emotion. They reached out to me with elongated fingers, and the room echoed with their sinister laughter.

Lucas’s voice echoed, “Protect Max…” over and over until the room began to spin. Suddenly, I woke up, gasping for breath. It was another vision, another nightmare. But Max… she was right beside me, looking as terrified as I was. “It’s okay,” she whispered, trying to comfort me. “It’s just a dream.” “No, it wasn’t,” I replied. “What happened?” She asked her eyes glistening with curiosity. I opened my mouth to tell her but I’m instantly hit with the memory of El attacking me in the woods. I have the advantage now, they don’t know I know. I’ll just play along. “I just had a flashback to the starcourt mall.” I lie. “When you and I were running from the demodog.” I recall to which she nods.

“Yeah, I remember that, you almost died that day, saving me.” She says adjusting her seating on the bed, moving a bit closer to me. As she responds it instantly hits me why she spoke half heartedly with memories of us, it’s because they didn’t exist. Her memories were completely different to what El gave me. But I am aware of what actually happened at the starcourt mall because of my first and only visit to Max at the hospital. “Y/N, you probably know this, but, I want you to hear it from me. You know you’re my favourite person, right?” She asks, sounding genuine. It didn’t seem distant like most of the responses I’ve gotten from her. Or maybe I’m just being delusional and imagining that she’s being sincere. I nod. “You’ve always been mine too Max.” I say to which she gives me a small smile before looking down and it fades. “Y/N.” She says looking back up at me. “I need to tell you something.” She says before she stops and looks to an empty corner of the room, which I assume Eleven is probably in, talking to Max.

“Yes?” I ask to which Max shakes her head. “Don’t worry.” She sighs before looking at the door and then back to me. “Can I stay here.” She asks, before I can open my mouth she rushes to get her next words out. “Just like how we used to sleepover when we hung out with the others.” I nod, not trusting my words now with my in a way new knowledge. Aware that we had never actually slept at each others house, even in California, my mum had never let me. I always had to tell Max no whenever she asked because of my mum, I never knew why but I listened, only in recent years being aware of what she thought would have happened if I gone and slept over or if she had slept over. Max smiles gratefully and covers the blanket over herself. Smiling, she turns and looks at me while I just stare at her. “Goodnight Y/N.” She says before shutting her eyes. “Night Max.” I whisper before turning around and closing my eyes.

A/N: I’ve maxed out my writing because two posts within one week is wild. So this is your only crumbs until the next international event, Christmas. 😈

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[asexual-juliet]

stranger things characters ranked by how aware they are of will’s gayness

1. jonathan: jonathan has like. canonically known since before will has and i could talk about it for hours <3 there is such a softness with which he approaches the matter like even when will is so young in those s1 flashbacks, jonathan is choosing his words so carefully… “you shouldn’t like things because people tell you you’re supposed to” is like. the ultimate proof for me that jonathan knows before will does. and like in s4 with the surfer boy kitchen scene… fucking christ he is so gentle with it like he’s not avoiding the topic but he is letting will know that it’s okay and he’s a safe person to go to with it if he needs to… anyway jonathan knows and has known and loves his brother so much that he is willing to give him the space he needs to figure it out himself but that is not what this post is about. moving on:

2. robin: robin clocks this boy the first time he walks into scoops ahoy trailing after mike like a lost puppy. like i dont have much to say here but her gaydar definitely goes off and she starts trying to drop subtle hints that she is also gay but it takes him a little while to clock her back. 

3. argyle: argyle takes one look at will and immediately clocks him. it’s just a given. the sky is blue, the earth is round, will is gay. at one point he mentions it very casually to jonathan like “one day when will has a boyfriend—” and jonathan is like “argyle you can’t just say that!” and argyle, stoned out of his mind, is like “dude was it a secret?”

4. lucas: it takes lucas a while to put the pieces together but all things considered he’s pretty insightful about it and starts to consider the possibility around the end of middle school. the evidence keeps piling up and lucas does his best to be silently, subtly supportive but doesn’t push will before he’s ready. 

5. max: max has put the pieces together in the same way that lucas has but she’s done it much faster. this is partly because she is a cali girl who is familiar with the idea that homosexuals exist but mostly because she is a bisexual legend. she is slightly less subtle than lucas but still gentle. she kind of lets will know that she knows but never directly acknowledges it.

6. steve: steve does not even think about it until robin very casually asks him “so little byers is gay, right?” during a movie night, to which steve has to pause the movie and go holy shit. is he?? but from then on he is like subtly-but-not-so-subtly supportive yk? like he thinks he’s being smooth with it but it is blatantly obvious to everyone else who knows what’s going on. 

7. dustin: he is such a smart boy and yet such a dumbass. he has absolutely no fucking idea god bless. 

8. mike: mike has no fucking idea. mike knows gay people exist but would never think to consider the possibility that someone he knows is gay. mike thinks of gay people in the way he thinks of like. flamingos. like they definitely exist somewhere but not in hawkins. and even if faced with the possibility he’d just be like “will told me once in third grade that he thought jenny owens was pretty he can’t be gay. checkmate, fuckers.”

9. nancy: nancy does not think about will or gay people enough to give much of a shit about this particular matter.

10. el: el does not know what gay means <3

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Whatever you need

AN: Thank you to the anons who sent me asks about the boys looking after Cali when she’s having her period. I didn’t follow the suggestions to the letter, but hopefully you will still enjoy this fluff tinged with a small amount of smut.

Beta’d by @lfnr-blog-blog-blog

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard by me

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Relationship: Engineer Bucky x Reader (Cali) x Artist Steve

Word Count: 1.2k

CW: Period fic, soft loving boyfriends, clothed thigh-riding/soft smut, lots of kissing, soft dirty talk - kinda.

You didn’t know why you were so surprised by your boys being so in tune with your body, but every month - or rather every 31-33 days - you were still taken offguard.

Initially you thought it would be difficult for the two men to understand the waxing and waning of your menstrual cycle, previous partners having never cared, but they’d proved you wrong. 

“Darlin’ we know how to take you apart with the merest touch, what makes you think we don’t know what’s going on down there and how it all works?”

You lay on your side on the bed, Bucky pressed up behind you with his large warm hands splayed across your cramping abdomen. He’d found you here, in your baggy sweats and vest, not needing to ask what was the matter when a wave of pain made your features twist in discomfort. He’d just whipped out his phone, called Steve to tell him to bring home snacks and supplies, and then snuggled up behind you.

“Well, to be honest most men are either ignorant and/or don’t care.”

“And those guys are bozos. How can they not want to understand? If they have menstruating people in their lives who they love and care for, understanding it just makes sense.”

His right arm was moving, drawing slow circles on your stomach, soothing your aching body.

“I remember talking to my doctor once, about my periods. Before I’d even started he asked if they were still regularly every 28 days. Part of me wanted to tell him that I was the fricking moon, and that not all women are like that. When even health professionals can’t get it right…”

You trailed off. Sure, your guys knew a lot, but you would admit you hadn’t plumbed the depths of their knowledge on the subject.

“I know, sweetheart. I got three sisters. I know more than I ever thought I would. 17 year old me got my eyes opened wide the first month all three of them and Ma synched. My pa just came home, dumped a load of candy on the table and told Ma that he and I were going out for boys' night.”

You giggled at the mental image of young Bucky, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights, not knowing what to say in the face of a multiple progesterone crash.

“‘N by extension, Stevie knew all about it cos he was always hanging out at mine when his ma had to work nights.”

You turned your head to look over your shoulder at him. His misty grey eyes looked back at you and his cheeks and chin was covered by a short layer of hair. Fuck, he looked delicious. You needed to distract yourself.

“So, here’s a test for you. Why are there different sizes of tampons?”

“Easy- different flow rates.”

“How often does a woman need to change her tampon?” 

“About every 6 hours. Don’t leave it in for more than 8. Come on, give me a hard one here!”

You pondered for a moment.

“When does a woman grow her eggs.”

“Grow them? When she’s still in utero. Which means when your mom was pregnant with you, there were three generations in the same body. But your ovaries take turns maturing one each month.”

It was a bit awkward to press a kiss to his lips, but you didn’t care.

“My, you are clever.”

He smiled against your lips.

“I know…”

His lips roved gently over yours as his hand continued to stroke your stomach, slowly but surely stoking a fire within you. So much for distracting yourself. You always got horny on your period, your jumbled hormones doing a number on you, but you always felt a bit ‘wrong’ doing anything about it.

Reluctantly you pulled your lips away from Bucky’s, giggling as you felt his erection nudging your ass.

“Need me to help you out with that?” 

Bucky turned you in his arms so he could look you in the face, brushing his nose against yours and cupping your face.

Let’s just focus on you, darlin’. Orgasms are good for cramps.”  His voice was a purr, his lips brushing over yours before he sucked your lower lip into his mouth and ran his tongue over it. You pulled away with a laugh and smacked at his chest, but your doubts were crumbling.

“Bucky! You’re such a horn-dog!”

He chuckled and pulled you closer, slotting one of his thick thighs between your legs.

“Can you blame me, when you and Stevie are so god-damn sexy.”

“You’re not too bad yourself…”

“Flattery will get you everywhere and everything you like.”

You nipped at his jaw and heard him drag in a sharp breath.

“Didn’t think I needed to flatter you.”

“Okay. You got me.”

“And you got me.”

He kissed you again, his hands slipping inside your sweats to knead your ass and gently move you up and down his thigh. Okay, now all your doubts were gone. Vanished. Poof. There was only Bucky and how good he was making you feel. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as you breathed soft whimpers into his mouth. 

Up here, in the top floor bedroom, you didn’t hear the front door open and close, but you did notice when the bed dipped behind you, and the smell of Steve’s cologne enveloped you.

His breath tickled your ear as his large hands, with their long, tapered fingers, slid up your vest and started to stroke over your sensitive breasts.

“Hey, baby. Bucky helping to soothe those pesky cramps? You nodded and let out a muffled mmm-hmm as Bucky continued to kiss you.

“Well, just enjoy it, Cali. Let us make you feel better.”

Steve’s thumbs brushed gently back and forth over your nipples and you gasped, throwing your head back. His mouth latched onto the side of your neck, while Bucky shifted to your collarbone, his hands still on your ass, rocking you.

You could feel the pleasure building in you as the friction across your clit sent shockwaves through your core, coupled with the gentle teasing of your breasts. You closed your eyes and just let yourself drift away on the rising tide, small whimpers and moans making their way past your lips

“Just let go, darlin’. That’s it.”

“So beautiful, baby.”

You were surrounded by your boys, being loved and cared for. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

Finally, you crested, a soft ecstasy filling your pores and surrounding you like a fuzzy blanket. Steve and Bucky continued to kiss you and pet you until you slowly relaxed into the mattress. When Bucky pulled away from you, leaving the bed, after a quick readjustment of his pants, you let out a little whine, not really to be dragged from your comfortable, warm spot, but Steve just wrapped his arms around you, a mirror of how you’d been lying with Bucky only 30 minutes ago.

“Ssshhh, Cali. He’s just gone to run you a bath. And you're gonna have candles, and wine, and candy and that relaxing music that you like. Sound good?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Nothing’s too good for you, sweetheart. I hope you know that. Now, you rest here, and have a little snooze, and I’ll wake you up when your bath’s ready.”

“Okay, Stevie.”

You drifted off, with a smile on your face and warmth in your heart.

Tag list: @jobean12-blog @tuiccim @yarnforbrains @sidepartskinnyjeans @flordeamatista @krissy25 @bodeckersdiamonddoll @goldylions @luxeavenger @wheezy-stucky @doasyoudesireandlive @chemtrails-club @seitmai @peaches1958 @pono-pura-vida @writing-for-marvel

#stucky x reader #stucky x you #late writes #an artist and an engineer #artist steve rogers #engineer bucky barnes #steve rogers x reader x bucky

[siriuslysmoking]

Soft and Gentle

A/N: I saw Gaby Moreno as an Opener for a band I was seeing and I just fell in love with her voice and her music. 'Lost on a Cloud' has no lyrics that are published so all the things that are written as lyrics are just interpetied from me listening, if there is any mistakes please let me know. Also, I don't know how the Grammy's works so bare with me, I'm pulling this shit outta my ass.

Pairing: Latino Jazz Artist! Reader x Rockstar!Eddie Munson

Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, alcohol consumption,

Summary: You never thought you'd see him ever again, when it comes to the most important day of your life, he's at the table next to you.

I don't know what this is or why this is, it's probably awful but I'm not rereading it.

You might think that finding your seat was the hardest task you had to do all night, but the night wasn't over yet.

You hardly swallowed as you took a seat on stage, the lights dimmed around you and a spotlight circled you.

Your eyes circle the crowd as you strum the intro.

That's when they latch onto the inspiration of the song, those chocolate brown eyes that have haunted your dreams for the last seven years.

You don't move you eyes, he doesn't move his.

What if all the grown ups stopped working so hard

Dropped all their things and stared at the sky

It was a hot summer's day when you had met, you were playing with the hose and had called him over. He was home alone and you mom was inside working, neither of you had anyone to play with.

Those giggles and squeals of the cold water being poured on one another was daunting.

You slept happy that night, making a new friend.

all the busy nothings i could fill a cup, days and nights went by and I've forgotten to be scared of the dark

'cause every minute is filled with things to do and me and you have found that there's no time to see the clouds up so high

"Hey eds?" You look to him, his face still facing the sky.

"Yeah?" He hums with his eyes close.

"When you go to high school will you forget about me?" That's when he looks at you, those eyes so soft and gentle.

"Never, plus you'll be there in one year." He smiles to you, before staring back at the sky

Is it so hard to remember how it all used to be

they say youth is lost on the young who never knew they were free

"Promise me that we'll leave together." Eddie mumbles into your hair as you lay in his bed with him, running your hands through his hair.

"Two bedroom apartment in New York, remember?" You smile, you both have been saving since you got jobs in freshman year. as soon as you both graduate you're leaving.

here we are, we're lost on the cloud

Then he didn't graduate and the next year you did.

You waited for him to, you promised.

darling it's okay to while the hours away while we're here forever I just wanna hear to laughing out loud

"You did it!" You hug him as he swings you up in the air knocking his cap off.

"I did it!" He stares into your eyes as he lowers you to the ground, his lips flicker downward. The next thing you know is his lips are on your.

That night is spent in laughs and ice cream.

That night promises were made.

'cause every minute is filled with things to do and me and you have found that there's no time to see the clouds up so high

"A record label wants Corroded Coffin!" Eddie rushes into your trailer.

"No way!" You turn from the sink where you were cleaning up dinner that your mom and you had just finished

"For real! They want us to relocate to Cali'." He hugs you tightly.

"California?" Your eyes widen.

"Yeah!" His smile is so wide, you feel as though you're going to ruin it with your next words.

"That's far, really far."

"I know but we can make it work." Eddie smiled against your lips, "We'll make it work."

is it so hard to remember what we had you and me

"I miss you."

-I miss you too

-Alright I gotta go!

"o-okay, bye, I love you."

-Bye

they say youth is lost on the young who never knew they were free

Your eyes start to water as you finish the song. He doesn't seem to blink either.

You finish your last few cords before the clapping begins.

Then you're sent back to your seat and you say a final goodbye to the soft gentle eyes.

-

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Likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated <3

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things s4 #stranger things 4 #stanger things #eddie stranger things #stranger things 3 #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie fanfic #eddie my beloved #Spotify

[patchesnpins]

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴄꜱ…

@adamgetawaydriver ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ: hi! i hope you’re doing well <3 could you please do some headcanons for dating jonathan byers? i love your writing, you’re very talented! :)

☾⋆*:｡ a/n: I'm okay!! I'm lame and haven't been able to write much, my focus has been on a few other movies I've watched and loved haha. but I am here finally with something, it's a tad bit short but I hope you appreciate it

☾⋆*:｡ details: SFW//w.c: 0.5k //warnings: smoking and tiny mentions of weed

It takes him borderline forever to come out of his shell sometimes, but being in a relationship with one another is a good solid push to get him to open up a little bit. He’s been in relationships before but he never seems to leave the slight awkwardness that plagues him in the beginning

But he’s such a lovesick fool, everything you do takes his breath away, even the most mundane things. It’s just something about you, the person he trusts so carefully with his heart, that makes his heart skip a beat when you smile at him or press your lips against his

A very gentle kisser, he likes to take his time and just enjoy the soft warmth of your lips pressed against his. Playful and sweet make out sessions are his forte, sprawled out on his bed without a care in the world as you both kiss for what might seem like ages

Speaking of kissing, he has a thing for kissing you in the middle of laughing. He doesn’t know why, maybe it’s the way his heart jumps in his chest or every part of his body burns with adoration at just how cute you are, with how the corners of your eyes crinkle and just how free your laugh sounds

Always dresses up with you, he might not go all out but he’ll always put the effort in to make himself look nice for you. His outfits are always complete and cute and it makes you feel all warm inside that he wants to try for you

You’re his muse in every way, even in Cali when he decided to put his camera down he can’t help but feel the itch in his hand to snap a picture of you whenever you’re around. He finally dug it out of the boxes still left unpacked one day so he could at least get one picture

One picture snowballed into many, he feels like he could take up scrapbooking like Joyce once did with all the photos he doesn’t know what to do with. They’re all in a shoebox under his bed for now, each polaroid has some cheesy little comment scribbled along the bottom about just how much he loves you.

Quality time is so important to him, sometimes he doesn’t have it in him to go out or spend hours talking. Just curling up somewhere (like the back of Argyle’s van when you’re both high out of your minds) and being in each other’s presences is enough for him

It makes him happy whenever you steal his clothes. He used to hate them for how his second hand clothes would get him bullied but seeing how you treat his old sweaters and t-shirts like the most valuable treasures makes him melt. You can take whatever you want and he won’t even complain

He’s so good at handling others' emotions, carefully nudging you to talk to him but never outright forcing you. He’ll always remind you that he’ll be there for you no matter what, all you ever need to do is return the favor

He’s just a big softie than puts his all into relationships, and if you return it he’ll be smitten for you forever

tag list: @workaholicwitch

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things headcanons #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader

[kiraixi]

Pestering pretty boys

Tuesday 28th March ✩ Angst:  “Leave me alone” (Flip-Reverse) @harringrove-flip-reverse-it

Billy doesn’t feel that good today. He’s been sniffling and coughing all day, probably a caution for forgetting a jacket yesterday. 

It’s not his fault that the sun was shining like it’s fucking mid July only to down pour two hours later, he actually tried dressing right for once!

He’s wallowing in self pity on Steve’s bed, in a big hoodie and fluffy socks. Full ensemble.

And..

He’s bored.

It’s four in the afternoon. His boyfriend doesn’t clock off for another hour; he’s got time to kill. Billy decides.

Rummaging under the bed he fishes out a tattered cardboard box. A very important box.

Steve knows of its existence. It’s been mentioned here and there but never really seen. When Billy started his slow osmosis into Steve’s life it was one of the last things to join.

Seeing it under the frame always settles something inside of him. He knows that Steve will always accept every mismatched jigsaw part of Billy.

He just hasn't had the chance to go full glam of its content yet…

Hoisting it a top the covers he pry’s the lid off just to admire and reminisce. It’s just barely overspilling with memories. Bottles, jewellery, makeup, nail polish, hair ties and more.

Most originate from his mama’s vanity, before it was smashed in a fit of fatherly rage. The deep rouge and floral patterns are a clear indicator of what’s her’s, he tends to leave those alone. 

Some other things are just his though. A small collection of bubblegum glosses and baby blue scrunchies he’s swiped from the purses of hookups, girls at school and random belongings left on the beach. 

One eyeshadow palette is a premium part of his stash, stolen from those fancy stores on the high-streets of Cali. He can’t help but puff up in pride, it took three days in planning and a group effort with his old friends to snatch. Well worth it though, from the two times he’s tried it Billy can’t help but grin at the glitter gradient on his eyelids.

All fragments of something he can’t yet pin down.

He sits in front of a mirror leaned up behind the door, starts the application. Billy never had the luxury to do a full face start to finish; a creak of the floorboards or a closing door had him scrambling for the wipes in his father’s house.

But he’s not there anymore, hasn’t been for months. Neil’s skipped town leaving everything behind and Billy’s ready to move on.

He picks up a powder.

                               ~

He doesn’t hear the front door shut or soft patter of footsteps on carpet, too focused on the straight angle of his liner.  

Only when the door nearly maims the back of his head does he realise Steve is home.

“Billy?!”

He smiles at Steve, giving him time to notice the pigments and sparkles.

“Y–you’re face..”

“You like what you see, pretty boy?” Licks his lips lasciviously. 

His boyfriend kneels down, runs a thumb over one cheekbone.  

“You look beautiful.”

Now it’s Billy's turn to fumble. “Shut up you..” 

He turns away to pick up a black tub and resume his routine. Definitely not to hide any blood rushing to his face

                                ~

Very rarely does Steve see Billy do this, and it’s always a treasure to behold. The sudden urge to hug the boy and never let go is hard to resist. 

He gently presses his lips to Billy's ears weary of smudging anything, receives a light swat to the face and a grumble about ‘pestering pretty boys’ 

Steve tries pulling Billy up and after a bit of a tug of war he finally complies. They're both giggling so it's okay. Steve wraps both arms around him and tries swaying to the left and right, but Billy’s not moving

He gives the other a questioning look, Billy laughs lifting a lip stick still clutched in his hand.

“I’m gonna get this all over you”

Steve can’t take it anymore, needs Billy right now right here. He tackles the blonde onto the bed watching the product go sailing through the air.

Oh well, he’s got more important things to be doing.

Like kissing Billy frantically, arms crawling under his hoodie. Why do clothes need to exist at this very moment?

The sun is setting, the room warm and light, filled with breathless giggles. He has to dodge a misplaced elbow but promptly resumes a one man mission of transferring as much lip tint from his boyfriend’s lips to his.

Billy wriggles, but he's boxed in from either side. His last attempt a desperate howl.

“Steve, leave me alone!! ”

This was a fun one, was having a sick day when writing this. What better way than to spend it in an oversized hoodie and fuzzy socks? Hope you guys enjoyed <3

#harringrove flip reverse it #flip reverse it 2023 #harringroveweek #harringrove #Billy Hargrove #kiraixi

[imma-potatoo]

Hh-

#guess who's soft again! #its me. #its always me.. #im actually soft over multiple things tonight #my mama got me flowers! They're for pride month! all profits from them go to an LGBTQ charity and she said that she knew how important #issues are to me and that i could use some flowers in my room #i just had knee surgery a few weeks ago so im still bedridden and can't really go much of anywhere #kinda just stuck in my room #but i have flowers!!! #and they're just... so nice #I'm also soft because that person is being adorable again #its sleeping but im just ahhhhh #it sends me good morning texts everyday and im just... soft #it really encourges me to do what i love and its helped me a lot with perusing writing and drawing. I used to be very nervous with my #interests but now its... easier? in a way? #it makes me a better person #i love it... a lot #just soft cali hours #potatorandoms #can't believe i have a tag for this now jfjf

[blissfulraine]

Duedett: a Bayveres 2014 fanfiction

intro: okay so this is just creative writing to up my games for in general fun and creative outlets, (if you have requests or math cup i still write them,message me separate in my ask box) anyway like it or dont this is here for amusement and personal gain. Enjoy <3

          Chapter one 

Maddie could not sleep whatsoever, the hustle and bustle of New York city seemed to encapsulate and  surround her with noise. huddling closer to her laptop, she folded into the soft gray comforter, glaring at the half finished story in her google docs labeled  “to be conjured”. As much as she loved to write, it was difficult for her to sometimes put herself into the shoes of her much beloved favorite owl house characters, Eda  the Owl Lady without making it cringe and sounding painfully inaccurate. Huffing out a sigh, she fell back into the mountain of multi-colored pillows that her cat had made a home out of.The poor cat darted away from its falling mother with an annoyed meow, only to turn back a moment later to sit at the base of the pillow mound.  Bringing her tiered blueish-gray eyes to rest on her cat, maddie sighed sitting up in a half slouch.

“I wish cali was here to edit with me.” she murmured, patting the spot next to her fleece clad hip, peaking the calicos interest.

“She’s just so much better at doing this kind of perspective than I am.”

 Reaching over to offer her left hand, the cat took the opportunity to rub his soft and furry face into her face avoiding the gesture entirely. Maddie giggled pushing him onto the mattress next to her, causing an eruption of loud thrumming purrs to ensue, as she aimed to grab the phone sitting on her shiny birch bedside table.

 The first thing she noticed was the time, at the top of her lock screen, the bright white numbers of 8:46 pm read out, as the soft purple light of her home screen illuminated her face in the dark bedroom, along with the other apps on her cell phone. She pulled up the one labeled as “spotify” turning on the first playlist she could, but just as the music started, a hand tapped maddie on the shoulder. Blue eyes met dark brown ones as April 'o'Neil began to explain an incident that had occurred at the docks where she had recently interrogated a dock worker on the latest foot clan crimes, cutting Maddie off.

“ hey i’m gonna call cali-.” the sentence never finished.

“ Okay I already told skylar but like you have no idea what I just went through,” she inhaled, taking a deep breath and running a hand through her messy dark locks,”I am really freaking out right now.”  concerne and confusion twisted maddie's facial features as she looked up at april who was pacing the tan carpeted floor of the bedroom.

“April are you alright, do you want to sit down and explain?” she stopped, foot in the air as she whipped her head around to face the concerned blond. With a huff, she flopped onto the soft covers.

“Just take a breath,” maddie demonstrated by taking a loud deep breath to which April did as well “,and explain to me what happened.” she finished with a soft smile. For a few moments April sat there collecting and going over the events of the last two hours, pulling it all into words.

“I was riding my bike by the docks, and it's already dark out but there were Foot Clan soldiers everywhere.” it seemed as if she was reliving the memory lost in thought.

“ Then all of a sudden there was this guy,” she turned her head as maddie nodded on trying to comprehend the fact that her roommate was now going off to tell her about how a man threw a several ton cargo box and fought off dozens of terrorists.

Maddie snapped out of there trance as April took a few steps back, not even realising April had gotten up.

“There will be no more froth and foam for me,” she huffed out cocking a hip. Blond brows furrowed as her eyebrows knit together, maddie looking up at april in bewilderment.

“What?” 

exasperated, April sighed.

“You know what, never mind,” she began to walk away but stopped immediately, slurring her head slightly to look back at Raine’s confused expression.” Do you have drama after school tomorrow?”  They smiled and nodded,“Yea, I'll be taking the subway after school.” At April's concerned eyes she quipped an,”I'll be careful, won't talk to anyone I don't know.”

 April smiled tentatively and nodded, closing the wooden door behind her, leaving maddie toe continue writing.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtle imagine #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt #tmnt fanart #tmnt bayverse #bayverse tmnt #tmnt donatello #bayverse turtles #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014

[dragonflylady77]

First Lines of 10 Fics Game

Rules: share the first lines of 10 of your most recent fanfics and then tag 10 people. If you have written fewer than 10 fics, don’t be shy and share anyways :)

I was tagged by the lovely @callieb this time around.

1. definitely better than being dead (on Ao3)

When Billy comes to, everything hurts. He keeps his eyes closed, even though the space around him feels dark, and slowly takes a tally of where it hurts: hands, sides, chest, back, feet too...

He listens to the noises in the room and the regular beeping of a machine close by tells him he’s in a hospital.

Huh.

This is new.

Neil never lets him go to the hospital, not unless he absolutely has to, like that time before they left Cali—no, not thinking about that.

2. Steve's pick (on Ao3) (Billy Hargrove Bingo)

“So you’ll do it?”

Steve sighed, wishing his shift would end already so he could go home and crash, instead of listening to whatever issue Dustin had had with Mike fucking Wheeler. Again. He looked at the clock. Half an hour to go. Wednesday afternoon shifts usually dragged but this one had to be the worst one ever.

“Steve? Are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah, yeah, Dustin, fine, whatever.” He rolled his eyes, never happier that the shop was currently deserted. He guessed that everyone was at the movies, catching the new releases. Lucky them.

“Steeeeeeeve!”

Henderson’s whiny voice pulled him back into the present.

“Oh my god, what? I’m at work, you know that right?”

“I am aware. But I also know there is no one there. It’s Wednesday, Steve. So will you tell Mike you agree we should let Max in the Party?”

Steve heard the bell chime when a customer walked in so he looked up and who the fuck was the sex god who’d just walked into Family Video?

3. finding peace together (on Ao3)

Then one day Steve shows up.

Because there's nothing keeping him in Hawkins anymore and he's had enough of the cold and the monsters and he always wanted to see the ocean.

And slowly Steve and Billy become friends. And Steve is absolute rubbish at surfing but it's okay because every time he falls off the board, it makes Billy laugh.

And Steve comes to realise that's his favourite sound. He can't wait to finish work every day and meet Billy at the beach. He lives to hear him cackle when he gets rolled by a wave.

4. a frankly ill-timed visit (on Ao3)

Steve stretches as he wakes up, arm reaching beside him to find the bed is cold. He knows it’s not very late by the way the sun doesn’t quite reach into the room yet. Billy always gets up so early, even when they’re up half the night making love to each other.

Steve yawns and stretches as he finishes waking up. His body is sore in that pleasurable way that says ‘I had a really good time last night’. He can smell the enticing aroma of fresh coffee and slowly realises that the noise he can hear coming from downstairs is actually voices.

Plural.

5. never fall for a straight guy (on Ao3)

Billy is browsing the movies in the Horror section at Family Video, trying to find something Max hasn’t seen yet, when he hears Harrington whisper from the counter.

“You deal with him.”

“Steve…” Buckley whines and Billy moves closer to the head of the aisle so he can hear better, while still pretending to be oblivious and looking at the titles.

“No, Rob. I can’t. Not after…” Harrington stops and Billy feels a pang in his chest.

6. Steve can't take it anymore (on Ao3)

"I've been waiting to meet this King Steve everyone has been telling me so much about."

There's blood on Billy's lip and Steve wants to wipe it off with his thumb.

"Get out"

He presses two fingers onto Billy's chest and gives a little shove. The skin is soft. And warm. So warm even though it's October and Billy's shirt is unbuttoned.

Billy stares, his tongue coming out to wipe his bottom lip, murder in his eyes.

Steve can't take it anymore. If the guy is gonna kill him, might as well give him a reason to. So Steve gives into the urge he's been fighting since he saw Billy in the carpark on that first day of school. Before he can second guess himself, he grabs both sides of the collar of Billy's shirt, pulls him close and plants his lips on the other guy's mouth.

7. wake me up (on Ao3)

"Billy?" Steve wipes the sleep from his eyes and tries to remember where he is. He feels really good but isn't sure why.

His boyfriend's muffled reply provides an answer.

8. we talked about this (on Ao3)

“Oh my god, pretty boy, just fucking do it already.”

Max freezes in her tracks in front of Billy's door, the juice in her cup sloshing from the sudden stop.

9. only the best (on Ao3)

"Munson!"

Steve looked up when he heard the familiar voice. Wasn't he supposed to be at work? "Billy?"

Sure enough, Billy was making his way through the trees to where Steve was sitting with Eddie Munson.

10. DELIGHTFUL (part of my Harringrove Micro Poems series on Ao3)

Daily loving casual touches getting bolder

Envying other couples who don’t need to hide

Languishing to be away from prying eyes

Wow.

I have more I'm working on , including fics for @billyhargrovebingo and the fic for the @harringrovezine and my @harringrovebigbang fic too!

Watch this space!!

no pressure tagging @discodeviant @spaceofentropy @thissortofsorcery @intothedysphoria @half-oz-eddie

#tag game #10 fics 10 first lines #dragonflylady77

[sepulchralsmile]

sepulchralsmile fic masterlist

here is a masterlist of all the harringrove fics i have up so far! (i know no one asked but i'm doing it for my own reference and i thought i may as well share) i sorted them by word count, and tried to include the description and rating. my username is also sepulchralsmile on ao3, so check them out! :)

for want of a nail - (172k) (Rated: E)

Instead of getting there in October, Billy Hargrove rolls into town at the end of November; complete with a broken arm, a head full of stitches, and some newly-refreshed fear of his father. There he meets Steve Harrington: the preppy dreamboat who seems content with hating Billy's guts on sight and is determined to ignore him for the rest of the year. Billy's never been easily ignored, though, and Steve is about to really learn what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. (s2 au)

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i hate you some, i love you some, i love you when i forget about me - (90k) (Rated: T)

After that night in November, Billy is willing to cut his losses, let sleeping dogs lie, and finally leave Steve Harrington alone. Easier said than done, especially when Harrington asks him to be his math tutor. (post s2 au)

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your will to follow through - (36k) (Rated: T)

After that night at the Byers, Steve feels like his days are all blurring together; drowned in a monotonous rhythm he can't seem to break out of. Desperate for some kind of change, he decides to join the amateur lacrosse league advertised in the rec center. It's just his own brand of shitty luck that Billy happens to be on the team, too. (post s2 lacrosse au)

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the same deep water as you - (23k) (Rated: T)

Billy has his first Change when he’s nine years old.

He hadn’t really been normal before that, though. His mom would take them swimming and she’d Change, and even though he didn’t have a fin or gills, he’d be able to keep up with her in the water. Would hold his breath for far longer than the typical two to three minutes; he could pop up to the surface a half an hour later without his lungs aching at all. He knew that it wasn’t considered normal, but it was his normal. Both him and his mom. And sharing something like that with her was worth the lifetime of secrets he knew came with it. (secret mermaid billy au, also season 2 au)

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have you seen her, tell me have you seen her? - (16k) (Rated: T)

Vanessa Harrington knows that she's been lacking in the mother department for, well, a while. So when Steve picks up his grades, she decides a surprise visit is in order. Within the first hour of getting home, she finds her son asleep, and clutched around another boy. This is only the beginning of the whirlwind that ensues. (steve's paren'ts are alright au, post s2 au)

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but i won't cry for yesterday, there's an ordinary world - (8k) (Rated: E)

He’s whistling to himself as he walks to the door, twirling the keys in his fingers and patting down his pockets to make sure he has his wallet, only to yank it open and stop dead in his tracks.

“Um,” is all he can say, heart lurching to a stop in his chest.

Because standing on the doorstep of their two bedroom house in Carlsbad are Steve’s parents. (future au, living in cali au)

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the finest hour i've ever known - (3k) (Rated: T)

Instead of grabbing onto the nightstand, his hand smacks into the leaning tower of cassette tapes that Billy has stacked next to his bed.

It feels like time slows down as he watches them topple to the ground in a loud clatter of plastic on plastic. The sound seems to echo around the otherwise quiet room, sounding deafening in the silence.

His heart drops all the way to his fucking stomach; any relief he’d felt earlier gets subsumed by the torrential onslaught of dread. (soft hg au)

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i don't wanna line, i wanna shine, i wanna say - (2k) (NR)

One of the storeowners, the one with the helmet of brown hair, is standing in the mouth of the aisle. Confused, she looks behind her, and sees nothing. When she turns back, the man has his eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, I’m talking to you,” he says, glaring from behind his eyeglasses. The heat and vitriol behind his gaze almost makes her want to step back in caution. “You’re lucky I decided to do this on a day when you don’t have your kids.”

“Excuse me?” she sputters out, heart rate picking up in that familiar way when she’s faced head-on with confrontation. She’s never been good with the direct approach, most times to a fault. “Do I know you?” her eyes flick down to his badge, where it says Steve. She wracks her brain trying to think of one, especially one that would apparently hate her this much, but his scoffing tears her out of her thoughts.

“No, but you’re about to.” He cocks his head to the side, appraising her. Beverly has a feeling she’s not gonna like what he says next. “Does the name ‘Billy’ ring a bell?” (future au, living in cali au, billy's mom au)

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you hold my eyes in yours and open up the world - (2k) (Rated: G)

It’s a Tuesday night, and Billy’s clutching his stomach.

He’s about to drop off, counting his breaths, when he hears something in the grass outside. It’s not big enough or loud enough to convince him to roll over and look out the window, so he just curls in tighter and ignores it. Then, about five seconds later, he hears the window opening up slowly, mindful of the creak it always makes whenever the window gets shoved up past a certain point. There was no mistaking it now. He suppresses a sigh and curls in on himself a little bit tighter. (soft hg au)

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there they are! i'll probably update and edit it as i post more, but here it is simplified :)

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[eveandtheturtles]

A Dream

Summary: Donnie needs to process some things. Happens right after Kara and Cheryl's drunken girls night.

Ship: Donnie X OC

Rating: Mature. We got smut situation here boys.

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Donnie kind of stumbled into the showers. The spot under his jaw was burning with the memory of her lips. He needed a shower. It was late. A cold, cold shower.

The bathroom was empty but still slightly steamed up - a telltale sign one of his brothers had recently used it. Probably Raph, the local gym rat, so to speak.

He undressed, tossing his trousers over the rack. The slide of fabric over his scales made him shiver. Donnie rubbed his arms quickly to get rid of the feeling. The warm humidity in the bathroom wasn't exactly helping him, making his head a bit more cotton-y. He rubbed his face and tried to get himself in check. Still his mind would always trail back to Kara's cheeky smile and those lips that almost left a brand on his thoughts.

Donnie took a deep breath.

"Get yourself together," he scolded himself and stepped into the stall.

The stream hit his neck and head making him flinch. As he got used to the temperature he sighed. The water washed over his face and chest. The relief was dubious but definitely there.

He reached for the soap and the long shower brush to scrub his shell.

There was no real reason to get so worked up over this. Kara was drunk, she didn't know what she was doing.

"She seemed to know back in Cali and while you recuperated," his mind, the traitor, whispered to him.

Donnie bit his lips. What would it be like if she used those lips in other places? His grip on the brush handle tightened and he huffed. Couldn't the water be colder?

No, it couldn't. He made sure of that. Even with their altered biology, there was a point up to which they couldn't go lower for safety reasons.

Annoyed at himself, Donnie finished scrubbing himself quickly and shut the water down. He dried himself off, put on his pajama bottoms and made his way to the lab. If he falls asleep there, so be it. He needed to be busy.

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It had to be late. He could hear his brothers' snoring. His eyes felt heavy. He's been there for hours, staring at the lines of codes. He should get up and get some coffee but the calculations were almost done. He rested his forehead on his forearm. Just for a second…

Suddenly, he jumped up, adrenaline hitting his system as he felt something on his shell.

He looked up and saw her standing next to him.

"Wh-" he wanted to ask what was happening but she placed her hand on his cheek and brushed her thumb on his lips.

Then that thumb was replaced by her lips. His thoughts flew out the window. The kiss was just like the one in Cali. He felt like he would die. He needed her. She pulled back and he followed after her. She smiled at him and she took his hand, placing a soft kiss on his palm. His heart rate spiked as she placed her hand on his chest pushing him a little to lean back.

He should protest, should tell her no. What if she is still drunk. God, he wanted to be drunk. Was he drunk? Could he be drunk?

Being so preoccupied with the question he didn't notice when she sat down in his lap.

He watched entranced as she pulled him out of his pants. Lifting herself up on her knees he watched as her hand disappeared under her skirt.

His hands tightened on the armrests of his chair. His breath caught in his chest.

Her hips moved. The strokes were slow and languid. Was she torturing him? He probably deserved it.

Donnie bit his lips. Part of him still didn't believe this was happening. He leaned in, holding the back of her head and kissed her. His free hand went to her ass and squeezed. The pace picked up. God, he was so, so fucking close-!

"-onnie, donnie!-"

"DONNIE!"

Donnie jumped up in his seat, tripping over his legs he hit the console with his forehead and fell to the floor.

"Jesus, are you okay?" April looked at him concerned.

"M'fine," he mumbled, sitting up and holding his nose. His eyes tried to find Kara as his mind was still trying to come to terms with reality.

"Did you sleep in his lab again?" April frowned, leaning to help him up.

He swatted her hand away. "I mean, obviously," he groaned. His mood turned sour.

"Alright, Mr. Cranky." April rolled her eyes. "Let me know when you get your coffee." She turned around and left him to his own devices.

Donnie picked up his chair from the floor. He sighed heavily. When he closed his eyes he could still recall the bits of the dream. It left a bittersweet taste on his tongue.

He looked down. One more cold shower, coming right up.

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