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Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
✑ A Love of His Own by 4everdramaqueen • 〔A᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Loki saves you from President Loki and then falls for you."
✑ Awful Things by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "Fresh off the interrogation, Loki is emboldened to make a move."
✑ Back in Your Arms by sserpente • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♡ •
Summary: "Imagine [working for] the T.V.A. [after wreaking] havoc across the sacred timeline in a desperate attempt to bring Loki, your husband, back to life. When the T.V.A. captures [his Variant], all the pain and grief... finally makes way for relief and [unconditional love]. [However] when you finally meet again... he doesn't know who you are..."
✑ Control by munsons-maiden • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Loki loves to be in control, but it looks like the trickster has just as much fun when you take it."
✑ Enjoy the Little Things by starks-hero • 〔A᜶C〕 •
Summary: "Whilst stranded on Lamentis and attempting to reach the ark, the weight of the situation begins to set in on you. Loki decides to comfort you with a little magic."
✑ Escaping the T.V.A. by anonymousfiction211 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Loki escapes and ends up alone in the room where Mobius showed him the clips of his life. He finds a tape with [your] name on it, his former best friend and love-interest. Curiosity got the better of him and he decides to play the tape, which lead to something even Loki hadn't forseen."
✑ He's Me She's Mine by spilledkauffie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Loki gets jealous... Of himself...
✑ Love that Could Have Been by aurora-star-wars • 〔A〕 •
Summary: Loki and Sylvie talk about reader on the train
✑ My King￨Prt. II by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔A〕 • ♡ •
Summary: "He Who Remains tempts Loki with a throne, with Asgard, with you… How long will paradise last before it starts crumbling?"
✑ Nothing Gold by beyondspaceandstars • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "Loki thought you were gone forever but suddenly there you were. In the TVA library and you didn't recognize him."
✑ See You in Another Lifetime by munsons-maiden • 〔A〕 • ♡ •
Summary: "Loki is forced to watch his life play out on the T.V.A. screen —and his future catches up with him."
✑ Special Care by fluffyfantasticducky • 〔F〕 •
Synopsis: "After all that's been going on, the TVA not only hires Loki, but gives him a break, clear his mind and clean his wounds. And someone very interesting is gonna help him out with that."
✑ Through the Whole Universe by wewritesoyoucanenjoy • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "[You're] new to the T.V.A., and Mobius leaves [you] in charge of Loki."
✑ Timeless by muddyorbsblr • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "While doing some research to help out Mobius on a 'moonshot project', you and Loki come across a startling revelation about your lives. All your lives."
✑ To the Daisy by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "[You're] a librarian working for the T.V.A. and [you] can't help but take a liking to Loki, the newest threat to the Sacred Timeline. The two [of you] bond over poetry and well, things might just take off..."
✑ Yggdrasil by smolvenger • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Your husband, the god of mischief, has made the ultimate sacrifice for his friends, and the world...he lives, but now he is alone...that is until you choose to join him in his solitude and make a life there."
✑ A Sleepy God by theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction • 〔F〕 •
✑ Absolutely Not by theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction • 〔F〕 •
✑ All it Took was a Timepad by x-childish-x • 〔F〕 •
✑ Always by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 •
✑ Archived by gone-to-fight-the-fairies • 〔A〕 • ♡ •
✑ Arrogant by yetanotherhiddlestoner • 〔E᜶F〕 •
✑ Comfort by randomfandomimagines • 〔C〕 •
✑ Goodbye by wheredafandomat • 18+ • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Honeymoon, the by smolvenger • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Kid, the by dyns33 • 〔A᜶C〕 • 𑁍 •
✑ Last Minutes by laufeyamp • 〔A᜶C〕 •
✑ Loki's Theory by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 •
✑ Mischief Wrath by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ My Loki by wheredafandomat • 18+ • 〔E᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Nexus by dyns33 • 〔F᜶M〕 •
✑ Pie Thief by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Pulled from the Timeline by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 •
✑ Revelations by gone-to-fight-the-fairies • 〔F᜶A〕 •
✑ Warm by munsons-maiden • 〔F〕 •
✑ Loki Falling for Mobius' Daughter… by bakugousaysdie • 〔F〕 •
✑ Loki Falling for You, a TVA Agent… by oswildin • 〔F〕 •
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SEÑORITA: Chapter 7**
pairing: Javier Peña x Murphy!f!reader
summary: following your fallout with Steve, you find yourself on Javier's doorstep.
word count: 6.4k (oops)
series warnings: reluctant friends to lovers, lots of playful banter, mutual pining, slow burn, secret relationship, filthy smut.
chapter warnings: face sitting, body worship, piv (safe).
A/N: here we are ya'll, the long awaited explosion of the slow burn hehehe. thank you so much for all the comments and the love, it means so much to me 💕I hope you'll enjoy this chapter as well, and feedback is always much appreciated!
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You would’ve preferred to sit down inside your apartment in order to have this conversation rather than wander aimlessly on the hot streets of New York at almost midnight with your brother, but the surroundings are less important than the issue at hand.
Steve offered to buy frozen yogurt for the two of you, and fight as you might, you were persuaded to eat a little bowl of strawberry cold goodness. The two of you sat down at this little place on the corner, both clearly too uptight to initiate the conversation. So you clear your throat, exhaling slowly and steadily, and braced yourself.
“Steven—“
“I’m sorry.”
He blurts out the words as he stares at you, his eyes big and regretful.
“I’m so sorry for not supporting you more,” he continues, putting down the spoon. “And for not taking more of an interest in your hobby. It clearly means so much to you and I… I know I was a dickhead.”
“If you’re waiting for me to disagree it’s not going to happen.”
Steve chuckles, huffing.
“It’s more than a hobby, Steve,” you tell him. “In an ideal world where money wouldn’t be a thing, this would be my dream job. I’d do nothing else but write, travel and eat food all over the world. It’s why I took a job at the library. It’s the closest I’ll ever be to achieving that dream.”
“That makes me sad.”
“Made me sad too. But this is reality, and denying it won’t do me any favors.”
“You were always so much more mature and rational than me.”
Surprised, you make a face at him, unable to contain yourself. You’ve never heard such words from your brother.
“Me?” you say with a light chuckle escaping from your lips. “The eternal dreamer?”
“Yeah. Sure, you like to picture fictional worlds and get lost in them but you never lose sense of reality. You’re neither optimistic nor pessimistic. You just… live in the now.”
“You know… I’m actually really close to getting my own book published.”
Steve’s eyes widen further, his face revealing nothing but sheer excitement at this point, and the sight softens you; so much so that you smile involuntarily, rather flustered to finally share this news with him.
“That’s amazing, I’m so happy for you!” he nearly shouts.
“Thanks, thanks. You’re the third person I tell this to.”
“Third?”
“Javier and Sylvie know.”
“Oh. I see. Is it based on Star Wars? Or inspired by it?”
You frown. “No, you doofus, it’s my own story. If I were to publish a fanfiction for Star Wars, I’d definitely get sued by George Lucas.”
“Kind of defeats the point of writing it, doesn’t it?”
As happy as you felt a minute ago, you feel just as dumbfounded now.
“The point, again, is creativity,” you reply. “You start from there and you build towards your own independent stories.”
“Isn’t it a waste of time? I mean why not start right at—“
“Oh my God! You’ve been this way since we were kids. You always thought you’re superior, whether you realized it or not.”
“I didn’t. And I didn’t mean to insult—“
“You never mean to and yet you still do.”
Steve watches you stand up, hands on your hips and munching on your lower lip in what can only be described as anger finally bubbling up at the surface.
“Mom and dad always sung your praises because you chose to do things logically and fit into society while I was a bitter disappointment for spending time alone in my room, reading and writing,” you say. “You finished high school and went straight to the Academy and mom and dad couldn’t have been prouder. Me? I finished high school and went to study literature in college and it still wasn’t good enough.”
“Nobody ever said that, you know it’s not true.”
“They didn’t have to say it. I could see it in their eyes, the way they spoke. I was the weirdo who needed a social life while you were their beloved Steven, making his way into the real world at such a young age, being so brave. Mom and dad never stopped thinking there’s something wrong with me and they didn’t hesitate in telling me that with every chance they got. Passive aggressively but still.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you.”
“I know. I know that now. It took years of therapy to realize that.”
Steve watches you closely, filled with unrelenting guilt. He’s never seen you this decisive and mad, but he knows deep down he’s had it coming. All of the things he wished for your relationship are slowly going down the drain and he begins to fear that if he doesn’t say the right thing now and try his hardest to be here for you, he will lose you forever.
“I never meant to treat you any way other than with respect,” he says, his voice oddly hoarse. “I know I’m pushing things a lot of the time and I exaggerate and I have no right to intervene in your personal life, but it only comes from a place of needing to protect you.”
“I can protect myself, Steven.”
He huffs, grabbing your wrist and thus urging you to sit back down. “Do you remember in seventh grade when that group of idiots picked on you while you were reading on the playground? It rained heavily the day before and they snatched the book from your hands and threw it into a puddle, ruining it.”
“Yeah, I—I remember.”
“And then you told me that one of them, the bigger one, came onto you that same afternoon and forcefully kissed you. I had him suspended.”
“What—how?”
“I may have… broke his nose and threatened him to worse if he didn’t go to the principal’s office to confess to both forcing himself onto you and to bullying you.”
“Oh my—you never told me that.”
Steve shrugs. “Pretty sure that was the moment I started to be mindful of the guys that were around you. And when you got annoyed and purposely started dating the worst guys you could find, things have gotten wild.”
“You can say that again.”
You both chuckle.
“You know, the fact that you confided in Javi about your book before me or Connie is a bit hurtful,” Steve admits.
“Do you know why I told Javier first? Even before Sylvie? Because he asked me. It’s that simple. He took an interest in my passion and he actually cared about it. Hell, he turned my Star Wars story into a real book. He made it into a book just for me because he knows how much it means to me, and how much writing means to me.”
“He what?”
You nod. “Yeah. He didn’t mock me, he didn’t assume he knows better than me. He even encouraged me to keep going, which is how I’m close to finishing the editing part of my book faster than I anticipated. And this from a guy who was a complete stranger to me three months ago. You keep saying that Javier is your best friend but you don’t seem to treat him that way. You treat him like he’s bad news, like you didn’t go through all that shit together in Colombia. You need to get your shit together. Javier is a really good man. A good friend, and an overall good person.”
“I know he is, I’m just worried about him too like I’m worried about you. He hasn’t been the same since we came back from Colombia. It changed him in ways that I… I don’t know. I have Connie and Olivia and I feel so lucky but… he keeps to himself. He barely allows anyone in so I don’t know what it’s like inside his head. I was just so worried that you’d both rush into something you might not be ready for and end up hurting each other.”
You don’t realize you’ve been holding your breath for quite some time, but you certainly hadn’t felt the need to breathe, not in this moment when years of anger and misunderstandings culminate in the most honest sentences either of you have ever spoken to each other.
“Even if we did rush into a relationship or casual dating or whatever, it still wouldn’t be your call to make,” you remind him. “It’s not your decision, it’s mine and his. We’re both adults, tip-toeing around each other and around you because you have this weird protection fetish.”
“It’s not—“
“You know what I meant.”
“I—I’m really sorry, sis. I just wanted us to be closer. I went the wrong way about it, I know that.”
“You did. Trying to intimidate your best friend and controlling whoever your baby sister is around is not the way to go about this. You pulled the same shit in high school and look how that turned out.”
“I was worried about you, about both of you.”
“And you had reasons to, I’ll give you that. But now there is none. I’m okay. And Javier can talk if he feels like it.”
“You don’t know him the way I do.”
“Maybe not. But you don’t know him like I do, either.”
Steve calls out your name once you get ready to leave.
“Whom I date is none of your business,” you retort. “Not even if that someone was your best friend. Which is not. So cut it out already and get your shit together. If you can’t accept this, then leave me the hell alone.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I appreciate it. And I appreciate what you did for me that time in the seventh grade. I really do. But I need some time before I can truly forgive you.”
Javier hadn’t expected the erratic knock on the door at this hour, and he certainly hadn’t expected to be met with the sight in his doorway.
You look just as lovely as ever, though you do seem to be a little tense. He doesn’t ask; instead, he looks you over and welcomes you inside, waiting for you to offer some explanation for your late visit, already perilous enough as it is.
“I know it’s late, I’m sorry,” you coo. “I just—this was the first place I thought of. Didn’t wanna be alone in my apartment.”
“It’s okay. What happened?”
“Why do you assume something happened? Can’t a friend pay a visit to another friend?”
“They can, but not with that expression on their face.”
“What expression?”
“You look like you’ve been run over.”
You frown, distancing yourself from him even further.
“I’m your friend, I should be able to tell you this without a problem,” Javier adds.
“No, you sure can. Thank you for the fine observation.”
“Glad I could be of service. Do you want a drink?”
Say no, your mind screams at you, almost begs. You shouldn’t be drinking, not when you’re feeling vulnerable after the raw conversation you’ve had at long last with your brother, and certainly not around Javier.
It’s not that you don’t trust yourself. You know what you can and can’t handle.
You’re simply afraid the liquor might provide you with the courage to finally tell him exactly what’s on your mind, and that you might end up being rejected. Something tells you Javier might choose loyalty and rationality over his feelings.
He keeps to himself, Steve told you.
“Little bit of whiskey would be nice if you have it,” you eventually reply, catching both Javier and yourself off guard.
“Didn’t know you drink whiskey.”
“I don’t. Not really. Only when I need something really strong.”
“I take it the conversation with Steve didn’t go that well then.”
Fucking hell, how does he do this? How does he intuit things about you without you even saying or hinting them?
“It did. I think,” you smile as a glass of amber liquid is being handed to you. “We talked things through, I told him my piece… he apologized. And he meant it, I could tell.”
“He’s an honest guy, and he means well.”
“I know he does. He only ever wanted to be there for his baby sister and to be a good friend, but he’s taken things too far. Which he’s acknowledged.”
“Color me intrigued and shocked.”
You smile, hiding the gesture in the glass and stealing a glance at Javier. An unfamiliar warmth surrounds you, wraps you in a blanket of confusion and longing that you’re certain you haven’t felt up until now.
“So how come you ended up here then?”
“I don’t know. I just… stormed off, told him I appreciate his apology but I need some time before I can fully forgive him.”
“While we’re at it…” Javier clears his throat, lowering his now empty glass, “I’m sorry too.”
“For what?”
“For everything.”
“You didn’t cause this.”
“I feel like I kind of did mess things up though. I’m quite good at it.”
“Javier…”
“What?”
You lower your glass too, reaching out to take his hand which he hesitantly accepts. “You’re not a bad guy. In no way, shape or form. Trust me on this. I know them pretty well. And you don’t fit in that category.”
When you smile at him, so sincere and bright, Javier pulls back his hand, chugging the rest of whiskey and focusing solely on the way it burns his throat.
And yet when he thinks of the way his body feels when you’re around you, that all-too-familiar burn is nothing compared to it.
“If I wouldn’t have taken this job, maybe things wouldn’t have been this way between you and Steve,” Javier mutters.
“Things between me and Steve have been rocky for years. They would’ve probably continued to be tense if you hadn’t pushed us to talk. Involuntarily, of course. And besides, if you wouldn’t have taken the job… I wouldn’t have met you.”
“I don’t know anyone whose life was better for having known me.”
“There is someone I can think of.”
Javier briefly gazes at you and quickly wishes he’d evaporate. It feels too much, far too consuming to even maintain eye contact with you on account of all the fear, the impossible yearning, the confusion and the—
No. stop it. This is not that.
“Anyway,” you resume, feeling a bit short of breath yourself, “I don’t think Steve wanted me to meet you in the first place.”
“That kinda makes me wanna get back at him.”
“Me too. And you know what would show him?”
Javier raises his brow, already anticipating and dreading the answer before it ever leaves your mouth.
“If we hooked up,” you smile wickedly.
He cocks an eyebrow, his interest peaked and his stomach all twisted in knots. “That so?”
“Mhm. We could let him stew in doubt, let him guess.”
“How would we pull that off?”
“Well, since we already agreed actually doing it is out of the question, a light touch on the arm when we’re all together, gazing at each other from afar, smiling… a kiss on the cheek, stuff like that.”
Javier has no idea when he finds himself in your close proximity again. All he knows is that he’s sitting on the chair next to you, leaning in yet again, cursing his own inner demons for fighting a losing battle, and his breaths betraying his restlessness.
“The buildup to a kiss is the best part,” he coos, and you swear you shiver for a second. “One of them, anyway.”
“Is it though?”
“Yes. What kind of jackasses did you date in the past? Jesus Christ.”
“The worst I could find.”
Against his better judgment—if there was any of it left—Javier chuckles, forcing himself to look at you.
“The moment you look into each other’s eyes and lean in, that’s where it all starts. It’s simple but it’s really powerful stuff. Heart beats faster. Breaths get shallower. At some point your eyes sort of drift away to the other’s lips, wondering what they taste and feel like. And then, when you finally feel bold enough to lean in more…”
You close your eyes, Javier’s faintly whiskey-infused breath all warm and tingly over your lips, and you wait. What you receive in return is a phone ringing though, so you instantly pull away, opening your eyes again and noticing the same expression on Javier’s face as you assume is on yours: desperation.
“I—“he starts, but you shush him immediately.
“It’s okay.”
We shouldn’t anyway, you think.
“Hello?” Javier practically groans into the telephone. “Hey, Con.”
You turn towards him on instinct, curious about the subject matter between the two, though you shouldn’t be; you know exactly what this is about, and at this late hour nonetheless.
“No,” Javier answers in an unusually dark and steady voice, eyes locked on your figure. “She’s not here.”
You look at him, utterly taken aback, and you gulp.
“Have you at least heard from her?” Connie inquires at the other end, unbeknownst to you. “She had a talk or a fight or something with Steve and now he’s worried. He says he called her apartment, went there and there’s no answer. It’s a whole thing.”
“I haven’t heard from her.”
“Javi…”
“Look, Con, with all due respect and care, she’s a grown woman and Murphy needs to stop babying her. She’s perfectly capable of making her own choices and seems to me that right now she doesn’t want to be found. So whatever you think it is that I’m doing…”
“I’m not thinking anything. Should I?”
“We’re… friends.”
“Have you noticed that whenever you say that, the pause between ‘we’ and ‘friends’ gets bigger?”
Javier frowns and blinks several times in a row, dumbfounded. “What?”
“It started out as ‘oh, we’re friends’ but now it’s more along the lines of ‘oh. We’re… sigh… friends’.”
“I sound nothing like that.”
“Javi. Come on.”
“I told you, Con. She’s not here tonight. Wherever she is, I’m sure she’s fine. She just wants to be left alone for a bit.”
“Well if you hear from her—“
“Yeah. Goodnight, Connie.”
Javier hangs up, frozen in the same spot. He knows that now there is no going back and that he’s in deep shit, but truthfully he only gives a damn about your well-being.
Everything else is tomorrow’s problem.
“You lied,” you coo.
“Fine observation skills.”
“Thank you.”
Javier stares at the ground, processing his own words and thoughts. Ever since he left Colombia, he’s all but tried to always do the right thing, the honorable thing and be a respectable man in today’s society. Not the Javier that worked with one of the most gruesome groups in the world for the greater cause, not Javier that bent the American embassy’s rules to fit into his scenarios, but a new Javier that was good and learned from his mistakes.
And now, every time he looks at you, he feels himself falling deeper into temptation, on the verge of making another mistake. Only this one might not be so easy to fix.
“Don’t thank me,” he mutters, pacing around the living room. “It was stupid and selfish. Obviously Connie knows you’re here and Steve’s gonna know and the whole thing’s gonna blow up in my fucking face.”
You notice him purposely avoiding your eyes and you reckon by the edgy way he’s marching through the living room that there are dozens of things on his mind now, if not more.
“Javier.”
No answer, more pacing.
“Javier, look at me.”
Still no answer, slightly less pacing.
“Why aren’t you looking at me? A minute ago you couldn’t stop looking at me when we were about to—“
“We were about to do nothing.”
“Right. I just—“
Then, Javier turns to you so abruptly it startles you for a second. You watch him walk towards you with a look on his face that you can’t quite put together. But it doesn’t intimidate you, nor does it scare you. On the contrary: it rather makes you want to hold him and be with him.
“What the hell are you doing to me?” he murmurs, his chocolate, soft eyes now glued to yours.
“I’m not—I’m not doing any—“
“No, you’re fucking consuming me. Eating me alive from inside out. And looking at you… whenever I look at you, I feel my promise to Steve break. I feel myself break, I feel… I feel the way I did back in Colombia, all fucked up and twisted and you don’t deserve that.”
“You never talk about it. Colombia.”
Javier purses his lips, holding his breath. “Sometimes it feels like I never left. Like it’s hell all around me. But then I think I can’t possibly be in hell cause you wouldn’t be there otherwise.”
Your heart flutters in your chest, your cheeks scorch with flattery and your body only craves more.
“Instead, you’re… here,” Javier continues, somewhat distraught. “You’re here and you’re… warm and fun and… alive. And your scent… I can’t get it out of my fucking head even if I know I should, I really should. Fucking… lavender, ruining me. And I just… I was hollow back there. I was dark and a jackass and… not as half as honorable as I thought I was, or that I’d be. I did shitty things, bad things. Colombia twisted me in ways I can’t revert. But I want to be better now, I want to be worthy, ironically because of you and for you. So looking at you feels like the most incredible thing in the world and the worst.”
You inch closer, breathless from the words that have been thrown at you, so raw and heartfelt.
“Did you ever kill a child?” you ask, and you can see the surprise on Javier’s face as the question is being processed by him.
“No.”
“A woman?”
“No.”
You nod once, slowly, inching even closer to him. “I thought we’re friends,” you whisper.
“We are, which is why I’m saying this with respect and care. Being your friend is killing me.”
“You said I’m not your type.”
“Apparently I was wrong. So very wrong. Apparently… you’re the very thing that I want. Pathetically desperate and… so fucking needy.”
Your skin is on fire by now, your throat dry and your mouth practically drooling.
“Javi,” you manage to get out.
“No, don’t—don’t do this to me right now.”
“Don’t do what? What are you—“
“Don’t say ‘Javi’, not like that.”
“How should I say it then?”
Javier’s eyes drop to your lips, and all of a sudden he’s unable to look elsewhere, consumed entirely by the unholiest thoughts he’s ever known.
“I got some ideas,” he whispers, his tongue wetting his lips.
“Mind sharing them with me?”
“I can’t.”
“But I want you to do this to me. There, verbal consent.”
Javier cocks his head to the side, thus exposing his neck and you’re feeling more parched than ever.
“The things I could do to you…” he mutters as if strictly to himself. “The things I could show you…”
“So show them to me. Show me… you.”
“Fuck, I want—“
“What do you want, Javi?”
The way you said his name, fully aware of the effect it has on him now and how much it messes with his mind, it makes Javier unable to think straight and certainly unable to resist you. In what can only be described as an act of insanity, Javier’s hand boldly rests on your waist, barely touching, and yet enough for both of you to feel the heat radiating from it.
“I want to do this right,” he says. “You’re not a random hookup. I—I wanna take you out to dinner, get to know you and be with you.”
“Dinner sounds nice.”
“Tomorrow night at seven?”
“Okay.”
In an even more insane act, you decide to move closer to him so that your lips press against his stubbled cheek. The touch is tentative, meant to be appreciative and thankful, but in the end, it only acts as a detonator to an already short enough fuse.
Before your brain properly understands what’s happening, you feel Javier sliding down your body until he kneels before you and wraps his arms around your legs and look up at you.
“Show me how to be good,” Javier mutters, and it shocks you to your core. “Show me how to be good, for you. Please.”
You open your mouth, and yet nothing comes out. Your mind must’ve short-circuited because no words come to mind except Sylvie’s from many weeks ago.
Mark my words, this Javier is gonna be on his knees before you, asking you to teach him how to be good.
Then you’re gonna be in big trouble, missy.
Damn you, Sylvie.
Still tongue-tied, you place your index finger beneath Javier’s chin, thus signaling him to stand back up. He follows obediently, staring at you once more and waiting, his heart in his throat.
Finally, at long fucking last, with chills creeping up your spine, you cup Javier’s cheeks and press your lips against his.
And good lord, is this the softest kiss you’ve ever had in your entire life.
It’s languid, tentative at first, as if you’re both waiting for each other’s reaction to it, but within the following seconds, the kiss turns sloppy and heated, betraying your eagerness.
Javier’s hands wrap around your body expertly, and he hums into your mouth, the sound going straight into your cunt almost soaking you on the spot. This is the part of relationships he’s actually really good at, something he’s very confident in, so he wastes no time in guiding you to his bedroom, leaving a wet trail of kisses down on your neck as he plops you on the bed, him atop of you.
“If you want to stop, you gotta tell me now,” he warns, his voice as dark as his eyes. “I mean, we can stop at any point, but if you don’t—“
“I want this, Javier. I want you. I don’t want to stop.”
Javier groans, his mouth back on yours and seemingly devouring it whilst his hands roam nervously on your body. There’s dampness between your legs, and you have the urge to rub your legs together in an attempt to hide the slickness, but when you feel a calloused hand grabbing the back of your thigh, gently squeezing it, you part your legs as if to make enough room for him. And he does; Javier grinds between your legs, beginning to undress you with so much determination it’s causing your head to spin.
By the time you’re topless and writhing beneath him, you’re begging for him to touch you some more. You’re begging for his hands, his mouth, any part of him that he’s willing to give to you, and Javier obeys without a single objection in mind.
“Lift your hips for me,” he instructs, and you do as he says.
Your pants come off, then Javier’s eyes stop on your underwear, already eating you up with a single look.
“So fuckin’ pretty,” you hear him say, and you shiver.
It’s you who pulls him back in for a kiss, and it feels like the most maddening, enticing and damnable thing in the whole wide world. One of Javier’s hands reaches in between your legs, feeling the dampness soaking your panties, and you gasp. He massages your clit through the fabric, having you moan uncontrollably right in his mouth, more so when you’re completely bare, panties thrown carelessly to the side.
“On my face,” Javier manages to get out during the brief pause which he takes to undress himself.
“What?”
“Sit on my face. Right now. I wanna taste you.”
Your mouth ajar, you stare at him struggling to compose yourself but there is no possible scenario in which you can accomplish that successfully. Instead, your eye roam over his shirtless figure, the sight fueling your needs further.
“Will you let me taste you?”
“I—it’s just I’ve never—done that, really.”
Javier looks dumbfounded at you. “You never sat on a guy’s face?”
“No, some of them barely went down on me, so I—“
“Do you trust me?”
You nod.
“Then take a seat.”
Javier lies down on the bed, quickly disposing of his own pants in the process, and it’s only then that you notice how hard he is. It can’t be comfortable, and yet here he is, choosing to do something that’s aimed for your pleasure. Unless of course this gives him great pleasure as well, which you think it does, and that only makes things tougher.
You climb up his body, quivering when you feel his calloused hands kneading the flesh of your ass and thighs as you do so, and quickly try to figure out the logistics of the act. That is, until Javier loses patience and grabs your thighs, placing them on either sides of his face, and you nearly lose your goddamn mind at his first taste he takes of you.
You’re sitting all the way on his face, his nose nudging your clit and his tongue lapping at your folds, collecting every ounce of arousal he can get. It’s pleasure from an angle you didn’t even dream of, and Javier certainly knows his way around a woman’s body. You react out of impulse and grab a handful of his hair, tugging on it while Javier’s tongue splits you open.
“Oh—f-fuck—“
You’re stuttering, heart pounding in your ears and your whole body afire; so much so that you shake, and not out of pleasure—not yet. But the way Javier yaps at your pussy, you somehow know he’s gonna get you there soon.
Beneath you, Javier listens closely to all the sounds you let out for him; he takes the time to feel every portion of your skin, not just the way his mouth is buried in your pussy, and to say he’s in awe would be a crass understatement. When you start grinding on his mouth, your body’s natural reaction to the way ecstasy builds in your body, Javier can’t help his own body’s reaction to it. You don’t see his hand sneaking behind you to curl around his weeping cock, and even if you did, all you’d want would be to take him in your mouth instead, give him at least half the pleasure and happiness he’d been giving you all this time.
“Javi—“
“Mhmmm—sounds so fucking good when you say it like that.”
“J-Javi, please—“
“Shit I could drink from you—all day long.”
Too impatient, both of Javier’s hands go back to your ass, grabbing it so that you rock faster against his tongue, but you’re already moving out of your own accord in a desperate attempt to capture more of his mouth, to have that feeling that’s only bubbling in your belly explode into a thousand explosive flames.
“Need you to say it,” you hear him beg from between your legs. “Can you say it for me, hm? Ask me.”
“Please, Javi…”
“Say it.”
“Javi, I need—I need you. Need to… feel you.”
Then, it all seizes around you: your mind goes blank, your vision goes dark, nothing but stars all around you and unbearable heat bursting from beneath you and going up till your whole body is enveloped in it. Javier’s hands continue to explore your body, touching and caressing every inch of skin, his eyes never leaving your figure like he’s admiring the most precious work of art there is.
“So beautiful,” you see him murmur as you’re getting off him.
Javier licks his lips teasingly just as you lean down to kiss him again. You doubt you’d ever get enough of his mouth now that you’ve finally tasted it.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says. “And so tasty.”
You smile flustered, still unable to think of anything proper to say. Some words do come to mind, of course; thank you, I appreciate your friendship, I’m in love with you—
Oh no, not that one.
You begin to fear that the way you’re kissing him exposes the reality in your mind, the word you undeniably feel fluttering inside your chest, begging to be released, but you can’t. It’s far too soon and too hasty, so you keep them to yourself. As your bodies get entangled with one another and you find yourself beneath him once again, you abandon those words in a tiny box at the back of your mind, sealed.
You find that once you keep your mouth shut, you can only gaze at Javier, and he at you. There’s nothing else to be said, not when your body’s being molded in such tender ways by Javier’s hands and mouth, praised for simply being here in between the sheets with him.
“Javi?”
“Hm?”
“Can you please fuck me now? I think we’ve both waited enough.”
“Couldn’t agree more.”
Javier reaches over, opening the nightstand and eventually rolling a condom onto his erection, lining up to your entrance. You can’t help but admire Javier, his eyes, his lips, his cheeks, his strong arms, his chest and his belly, the soft, dark curls at the base of his cock, the way his lower lip quivers when he’s overwhelmed.
“You’re so—“you gasp.
And the way he fills you to the brim in one languid, careful thrust is equal parts mesmerizing and enticing.
“So what?” Javier asks.
“So pretty.”
Javier stills for a moment, blinking in confusion. “No one’s said that to me before. I don’t… am I?”
You smile, nodding enthusiastically. “Yes. Very much so.”
Then Javier sinks into you, inch by delicious inch. You feel him pressing down onto you, completely undone and ravished, and keeps muttering into your ear little praises here and there. Your back arched, you take him and his words deep inside you, allowing Javier to consume you as much as he told you that you consume him.
And you have to admit, it is the most maddening sensation in the world.
He starts to move, a new urge overcoming him than when he’d been with women in the past. Being with you feels different because for the first time in so many years, he doesn’t want to rush; in spite of his neediness and almost two years of celibacy, now that he’s here, with you and inside of you, he wants to remain in this moment for as long as possible. He doesn’t have to rush, he realizes. There’s no bombs going off in the distance or shootings—most importantly, Colombia is not out there.
But you are here, soft and warm and kind and beautiful and Javier can barely breathe thinking about how much he adores you.
He wants to say the words, he feels them on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn’t want to scare you away. And he doesn’t want to rush things when this has the potential to be something so great.
His thrusts keep the same pace, though Javier feels like he could easily come at any given moment. Your tight, warm walls around him make him dizzy, utterly lost in that damned lavender scent and in your eyes and your smile. And your lips—oh God, he could kiss you all day and all night long. All the other times he’d abstained from kissing you, how close he was… how could he not have you that way?
“Javi…”
It’s all he hears, his name moaned from your perfect lips. All he knows now is you, the way you arch your back with each thrust of his, the way you gasp when his hand lays on your stomach and his thumb plays with your clit.
“I’ve thought about this, you and me… before,” you smile, cupping his cheeks.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm. I swore I’d never tell you. But now—“
“I thought about it too.”
“You—you did?”
Javier nods, leaning down to peck your lips, the gesture followed by an ecstatic smile.
“I shouldn’t have. I knew it was… it was wrong, it was dirty and cheap… I couldn’t stop. I—I tried, please believe me, I really tried, I—“
“Javi, shhh. I know you did. You were very honorable, and a great friend. Especially now, to me.”
You both smile against each other’s lips, Javier’s hips stuttering after a little while. He feels that familiar burn in his stomach, and that’s the only time he dares speed up, almost manically so. With a few grunts, Javier buries his head in the crook of your neck, cursing once in a while as his orgasm bubbled in his whole body. He needs to feel you pulse around him more than anything.
“I’m—shitshitshit—“
“It’s okay, come for me, Javi.”
“But I—“
“I’m close too.”
“Yeah?”
“S-So close… please…”
You don’t need to beg: you and Javier are right there, both tipping over the edge of sanity and falling right into the pit of passion and ecstasy. Javier grunts the loudest he ever had, spilling himself inside the condom and remaining still above you, the pleasure coursing through his veins overwhelming him completely. He looks down on you and sees your face scrunched up in the most adorable and alluring way and it dawns on him: it’s because of him. You came twice now, once in his mouth and once around his cock, gasping and moaning sweetly because of him. There’s a pride in his chest, pride and flattery, almost to an animalistic, primal degree.
When he pulls out, you feel empty and lonely, though the thought seems ridiculous because he’s right there still, isn’t he? You can’t help it—it’s like you want your bodies to remain united as one for as long as humanly possible.
“Oh, by the way,” Javier says, returning from the bathroom with a towel that he begins to press on your inner thighs and between them, “this is probably obvious, but we’re not telling your brother about this, right?”
You raise your eyebrows, bemused at his genuine question.
“I know we joked about it before, but… still.”
“Unless hell freezes over, no, we are not telling Steven shit.”
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sylvie got a promotion at work today, she is now a level 6 (!!) in the journalism career 🎉
after work she decided to write some more at the library, but her mommy duties called so she brought jules along with her 👩💻
#Sterling Lepacy#HIXCompletionistChallenge#Sims 3#Simblr#Sims 3 Lepacy#sterling1#sims 3 Legacy#sims 3 gameplay#sims 3 legacy#ts3 gameplay#ts3 simblr#ts3 screenshots#ts3#ts3 legacy#the sims 3#thesims3#jules sterling#sylvie sterling
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30 Covers, 30 Days 2023: Day 25
For Day 25, we're featuring a cover designed and written by YWP author Sylvie Witherspoon called The Ups and Downs of a Baby-Sitter Witch, a Fantasy novel.
The Ups and Downs of a Baby-Sitter Witch
On the verge of being kicked out her coven, Moria, a teen witch who dabbles in reanimation, is sent to a collect supplies for a very important potion…at Fairyland Theme Park.
Completely out of her element, Moria grudgingly sets out to find ingredients like "tears of a spoiled child" and "teenage lust" while under the guise of a toy store employee. To complicate things further, four year old Lucy falls into her care.
Lucy's everything Moria isn't—hyper, friendly, a pink-loving wanna-be-princess—but Moria finds herself beginning to care for her spunky ward. Then, as a serious plot deep within the workings of Fairyland begins to reveal itself, a terrible accident befalls Lucy. Caught between feelings and worlds, Moria must learn how to be strong AND kind, or she may not be able to fulfill a baby-sitter's core purpose: to keep their charge alive.
About the Author
Sylvie Witherspoon is a 16-year-old writer/illustrator and nerd who loves brainstorming story ideas and filling up stacks of sketchbooks. She drafted her first full-length novel at age 13, her second at 14, and has been writing (and drawing) with the goal of being published ever since. She hopes The Ups and Downs of the Babysitter Witch will be her first true graphic novel, combining three of her favorite things: an unconventional heroine, quirky humor, and spooky magic! You can find her drooling over the best middle-grade/YA books at her local library, where she hopes her own creations will someday populate the shelves.
Cover Design Process:
This year. we gave designers the optional prompt to explain their design process for the cover! Here's Sylvie's thoughts:
The goal was to create a situation of contrasts (eg, Princess pink versus Edward Gorey goth black-&-white) and instability (roller coaster). Moria, in a rare moment of cheer, is caught in the thrill of a rapid descent which only she and Lucy are fearless enough to enjoy.
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I don’t think it’ll ever not be hard to choose a prompt but the excited gasp I let out at the smell of old books is going to make me feel wrong if I pick anything else. Could I please request that one with Nat? ❤️
Sylvie my love, my dahling!!! You know I'd be more than happy to do this for you and that I'd write for everybody (lol).
You and Natasha hadn't expected to inherit that old house her grandfather had been working on for years, that old Victorian that sat on the side of the street in Savannah, Georgia, nor had you expected the Garden District to appear more like a New England postcard rather than the spooky, cypress and weeping willow covered streets of the old south.
The house was old and its library older still, full of books that were older than the two of you, but you absolutely loved spending those spooky fall days inside the library with the fireplace going to keep out the damp, wet and rainy weather.
"Ooh this looks like a good one," Natasha said, glancing at the dusty old book she held in her hands.
"What's it say?" you asked.
"The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me, with a red light of triumph in his eyes, and with a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of.” Natasha read, shutting the book with only one hand.
A shudder ran up your back, knowing that New Orleans and Savannah were both famous for their vampire lore. Halloween was approaching quickly around the corner and soon, the haunted tours of the city would begin.
She passed you the book and you opened it, reading a little here and there, skimming a bit in between before you stopped to sniff those yellow-brown pages that had turned with great age, inhaling that musty old-book smell that you and Natasha just couldn't get enough of.
"You know," you said. "If I could help your grandfather make a candle that's old book smells I would."
"Hey, Pa's always looking for an experiment so I don't see the harm," Natasha chuckled.
You and Natasha snuggled under the blankets on the big library sofa as the thunder began to roll outside, the fire in the library crackling away, you reading aloud the beginnings of Bram Stoker's "Dracula" to enjoy the eerie and spooky tale of a vampire and the heroes that fought him. Though Halloween was still a ways off, in a way, you two had felt that it had already arrived.
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I have so many Writing/Art ideas Mostly Nesta so here's a list of things coming in no particular order
Priestess Nesta (After Feyre leaves for the second time shit goes down with Tomas and she somehow ends up at a small fey temple later ending up in the library)
Rhys Sister and Nesta (based on a head canon I have that the house of wind is Rhys Sister's spirit Nesta's powers end up giving her a physical form after a while and she fusses over nesta and fucks with Cassian who she never lets she her)
Tamlin and Feyre wedding but It's Eris and Nesta (I have a whole au with this idea I posted a bit about it a while back there's going to be Amren Mor and Nesta friendship Also Rhysand is going to get bonked)
More Next Gen kids (Nessian's oldest is coming Next Then Nyx I'm also planning on giving him a little sister)
Next Gen Romance (Or as I'm calling it Night steals Spring 2 electric boogaloo or poor tamlin can't have anything nice first his wife then his daughter although he kinda deserves it Rhys is proud Sylvie doesn't get along with her dad and consents to "kidnapping" and Nyx just loves his mate)
Mor being a big sister to all 3 Archerons ( I'm going to Drop a Terrified and traumatized Nesta in front of her and give her protective older sister instincts so help me god)
Amren and Nesta Friendship (I Swear I'm going to forever be upset this went nowhere and seek to rectify it the power they hold with their friendship they could take over the world or scare the ever loving shit out of the courts or Cassian just for shits and giggles also both of them in a modern au omg also if I'm giving the braincell to anyone in my fics it's going to be ether Amren or Azriel speaking of which)
Azriel and Nesta Friendship (Everytime he calls her little sister in any fic ever I lose my mind I love these two together so fucking much also I have the image of Azriel singing to Nesta to her during a panic attack in my head and it won't go away
Rhysand caring for Nesta like a sister (I also lose my mind when this is in a fic and I will make it happen so help me I will)
That's it for now but lots of these could have many more prompts so there's a lot coming
I love Acotar but I'm electing to just throw Cannon out the window of 500 story building and write my own
#a court of thorns and roses#acotar#nesta acotar#acotar next gen#azrael#cassian#elain archeron#feyre archeron#rhysand#mor acotar#amren#acotar fic#acotar au
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Alright guys, I gotta little treat for all of you
Serbian Sylvester scene stuff! (If I'm feeling like it this might become a genuine fic, please don't mind my shitty writing skills)
It was a dull and cold night in Sweet Jazz City, just like any other. The only place that was still open at the time was the Sweet Jazz City Library, though, the only people who were at the library were a young man in spectacle and the sleep deprived librarian who was asleep at her desk.
The young man in spectacle was Sylvester (Sylvie) Ashling, 15 year old psychologist and the youngest of the Ashling line. Sylvie was reaching for a book on one of the shelves, trying to stay as quiet as possible while mumbling to himself.
"Treba da je tu negde ta prokleta knjiga..." (Trans: "That damn book has to be somewhere around here..."). This height made reaching the book he was looking for even more difficult. After a few seconds of trying he finally reached the book somehow, before inevitably falling onto the ground, bringing down a pile of books with him. He shouted: "JEBATI!" (Trans: "FUCK!"
This immediately woke up the librarian. "HEY, KEEP IT DOWN BACK THERE!" she shouted. Sylvie jolted back up on his feet. "Sorry!" "YOU BETTER BE!". Sylvie dusted himself off and started picking up the books that were on the ground and putting them back on the shelf. He picked up the book he was originally looking for and went to the librarian's desk. The librarian eyed him up and done and answered him with a montone and tired tone. "Seriously? You again Ashling? I thought you left 6 hours ago. Eh, whatever, hopefully you didn't cause anymore property damage like you did last time."
The librarian looked at the book Sylvie picked up and smirked. " 'Serbian History', huh? I thought you were gonna pick up another book about psychology or 'How to make friends' or 'How to play DND without friends'. You are really that interested in the country that barely has any recorded history of it?"
"Of course it's for research purposes, y'know like Geography stuff?"
"Since when are you the geography guy? Eh whatever, I'm not here to judge your shitty book, I'm just here to check out your book so you can finally leave."
The librarian checked out the book and gave it back to Sylvie. "Have a night or something, Ashling."
Sylvie walked out of the library with his book right as the librarian was closing up the library for the night.
Finally! Sylvie could learn something about the history of his lineage, hopefully.
holy moly this would make a great fic
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Loki S2E5:
So, if the others got put back on the timeline, why is Loki still in the TVA??
Gotta say, the TVA is eerie af when abandoned.
Andddd, he's timeslipping again. Awesome.
Oh, that was odd. He got to see himself in present-ish time. Interesting.
SPAGETTIFICATION.
OG Casey is from prison ALCATRAZ, that's kinda unexpected. Frank, eh?
"IF THEY CATCH US, THEY'RE GONNA GUT US LIKE FISH." Omfg, they did not just do that 😭😂
I like how the universe just casually decided to keep Loki timeslipping only between places relevant to his TVA friends. Like, out of all the places in the universe....it's rooting for him, then?
DON. WHAT'S UP, MOBIUS?
Why would they make poor Don work six days a week????
EXCUSE ME, SIR, HOW MANY SONS DO YOU HAVE AND WHY ARE YOU IGNORING THEM?? So, he's a workaholic.
Timeline OB going by the library is the most in-character thing ever. Also- he's an author, neat!
They all have the personalities of their OG selves 😭
Dude was totally unphased by Loki's sudden appearance.
Flashbacks to when Loki tried to summon his weapons in S1E1.
OB is fucking amazing even without his TVA brain 🤣
Thank god for that silly little book.
"So, I am going to write a bestseller." THIS MAN IS PERFECT.
Single dad Mobius is such a human disaster, I love it.
LOKI, DON'T SCARE HIM AWAY.
OB WAS MARRIED????????? AND HE KEPT WORKING ON THE TEMPAD THROUGH HIS DIVORCE????
I like how the Timedoor just. Moves.
"I sell jetskis, man." 😭
WHAT IF MOBIUS ENDS UP REMEMBERING EVERYTHING AFTER THIS. HOW WILL HE FUNCTION KNOWING HE HAS TWO SONS OUT THERE.
Of course this guy would pull a one-liner about the name when he decides to go along 😭😂
THE GANG IS GETTING BACK TOGETHER ❤
Frank, put that back, you silly little thief.
And it's back to McDonald's! Which means Sylvie must remember everything, since she's originally from Asgard, right? Yep.
"Okay, get in the car. I'm buying you a drink." Lmaooo, most appropriate reaction to watching our poor guy timeslip.
Is she seriously trying to tell him to put them back and not fix the universe? I'm not surprised, but still. They failed. They need to fix this.
"I want my friends back." 😭😭
The first friends he'd ever gotten, and they were stolen from him because they went and fucked up the timeline.
"Without them, where do I belong?" ARE WE REALLY GOING BACK TO THE WHOLE 'LOKI WILL ALWAYS BE ALONE' THING??
Oh, Frank, what are you planning, my guy. DON'T TOUCH THAT.
She broke him 😭
UHM. SYLVIE, YOUR TIMELINE IS DYING.
That woman is very lucky she has that stupid watch.
Frank: i have to go BACK to jail now?!
GOOD. YOU NEEDED A REALITY CHECK, SYLVIE.
NO.
FRANK.
"It was a fictional problem." Famous last words.
The various reactions as they all spagettifi is heartbreaking 😭
"Do you think what makes a Loki a Loki is the fact that we're destined to lose?" WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME.
AYYY, TIMESLIPPING BACKWARDS NOW. PLEASE, CONTINUE.
Oh. That was a fucking conscious decision? Awesome. AND JUST IN TIME, GOOD JOB.
This right here, this is the team that's gonna save the universe. And Victor, because yeah, we saw midseason trailer footage of him alive and that has to be next episode. Down, but not out. Let's try this again.
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Created: 19/01/2023
Updated: 14/04/2023
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Series
☆ Are you following me Mr Hiddleston? (complete)
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 - The Final Chapter Author’s note Margot and Tom| keyboards and music - alternative scene Margot| Toys - cut scene Margot and Marcus| The date - cut scene Margot and Charlie| Sex with a Devil - alternative scene Tom and Susan| The Christmas visit - cut scene Margot and Jeff| The stalker - alternative scene
Mini series
☆ Tom Hiddleston, Chris Evans and Tom Holland (complete)
A bit of mischief pool side chapter 1 The last hurrah chapter 2
One Shots
☆ Melissa’s final wish
☆ Sex in the library
☆ The birthday suit incident
☆ Daddy to be
☆ When fools rush in
☆ Making him blush
☆ The Christmas jumper
☆ Let me take care of you
☆ You’re ruining my reputation!
☆ Coriolanus and no knickers
☆ Almost spoilers
☆ Death threats
☆ Just a little crush
☆ Coriolanus and no knickers version 2
☆ You thief!
☆ The affair
☆ Birthing partner
☆ Keeping a secret
☆ It’s all about her
☆ You little rascal
☆ I’ve found my Sylvie
☆ Don’t be nervous, darling
☆ Pleasurable revenge
☆ Purpose and family
☆ Little tase
Drabbles
☆ Peanut’s first kick
☆ Nice buns
☆ The birthday cake disaster
☆ Just relax
☆ Mummy loves you
☆ Bun in the oven
☆ The new suit
☆ Play day
☆ The talk
☆ Just a little bite
☆ Two guys, one shower
☆ Baby’s first Christmas
☆ Happy Birthday to this guy!
Source: @viviennes-tears
Header & divider: @viviennes-tears
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#3, 5, 17, and 25 for the end of year asks, please!!
Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year?
Mmm… I listened to a bunch of Lovejoy this past year! So much so that I wound up in their top 1% of listeners (which I wasn’t expecting) XD
They also released quite a bit of new songs in 2023, which was fun :D
TV show of the year?
LOKIIIIIIIIIII
I loved season one back when it came out, and while season two wasn’t nearly as good in my opinion, it did ignite a newfound love for the series that I haven’t felt since I got into DSMP!! The Loki series consumed me a little bit aksgajsgjags I was searching the tumblr tags for posts/art, searching A03 for fics; heck, I even started writing one myself!
Loki x Sylvie is also… pretty much the only ship I have XD It was pretty fun actually being into a ship :D
Post a picture from the end of the year
…I went to Walmart.
It was. something.
Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one
I haven’t developed her much at all (she doesn’t even have a name yet!) but I did come up with an elderly librarian OC who loves tea :)
She gathers up all the historical/ancient books & texts she can find and keeps them safe at her library!! She’s a very kind old lady but also she’s probably been in several wars and also probably has killed people. She’s got that intimidating-grandma vibe.
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8/25/23.
What a pleasure to come across "The Lost Tapes" - a collection of demos that chronicle the only output of the band Mad Anthony. Read the entire write-up on Bandcamp to get all the details - but essentially Mad Anthony member John Schwab's son, Ben, (himself a member of Drugdealer and Sylvie) convinced his Dad and other members to let these recordings be heard publicly 40 years after they were made.
The songs sound like the bands they covered when they started out in Ohio: The Byrds, Crosby, Stills and Nash and Jackson Browne. I can't help but also think of Randy Newman. This recording was made in the San Fernando Valley (Southern California).
And finally, this made me think of an album I was listening to and enjoying but couldn't post because there is no physical release: Anna McClellan's "off my chest: 2012-2021".
Mad Anthony is being released by Earth Libraries - an incredibly diverse label based in Birmingham, Alabama.
#Mad Anthony#Ohio#San Fernando#The Byrds#Jackson Browne#Crosby Stills and Nash#Randy Newman#Anna McClellan#John Schwab#Ben Schwab#Drugdealer#Sylvie#Earth Libraries#Bandcamp
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here was a wip from when I was on the bus on Wednesday (flicker fankids au)
Sylvie watched her parents bring out the plates. They really went all out when it came to group event dinners. Sylvie could never.
She fidgeted awkwardly, “who’s coming over?” She asked. “Some friends and their kids. All of the kids go to your school, so you probably know them.” Her father said, placing silverware down.
“..Is Owen or Wren coming..?” Sylvie asks. “I invited both of their parents. Adanna said her family will be out of the country during break. Ed, Marley, and Wren are vacationing in Virginia.” Her mom answered.
“oh. So who’s going?” Sylvie asked, titling her head. Her father started explaining, stopping because he realized she didn’t know these people and probably cared more about the kids.
“uh.. Melati, Jamie, October, Irene, Maria, and I think Shea.” He listed. Sylvie winced. “What?” Her dad asked, looking worried.
“Maria and Shea broke up.” She hurried for an excuse.
“Well, they’ll have to suck it up because their parents are still coming and taking their kids with them.” Sylvie’s father’s tough luck mindset was shining.
Sylvie helped her parents set the table and decorate the house.
Eventually the guests arrived. “We’re here.” A woman with blonde hair walks in. Sylvie recognized her since she often came over. It was Irene’s mom. Behind her was her husband and Irene.
“So glad you guys could make it.” John said. Bailey helped them hang their coats in the closet by the front door.
“you guys are actually early. I thought people would show up in half an hour.” Bailey mused. “Oh—sorry. We can leave if you need more time. Or we could help.” The woman said.
“Rose, it’s fine. We don’t need to do anything else. I just appreciate you going above punctuality.” Sylvie’s mom reassured.
Irene’s dad smirked. “And you were worried we’d be late.” Irene’s mom rolls her eyes.
Sylvie walked over to Irene. “Hi.” She said. “Hey. We have some time on hand.” Sylvie pointed out. “Wanna play Clue?”
And for the next twenty minutes, they played clue. Irene won.
The door swings open. A man with dark hair holds the door open. People walk in. Sylvie recognized two of them. “…Melati!-“ Sylvie ran over and hugged her. Melati smiled. Jamie kind of watched them awkwardly. “Hi Jamie.” Sylvie waved. He nodded.
The adults talk for a bit. Melati joined the two on the game of Clue. Jamie sat and watched intently. He made a prediction and actually was right. “KNEW IT. MUSTARD WITH CANDLESTICK IN LIBRARY.” He shouts excitedly. One of his dads asks him to be quieter. He murmurs an apology.
It never occurred to Sylvie that her parents had friends, but she heard conversations that the adults were having.
“I’m just saying, your daughter’s stories are great and you should encourage her to pursue writing.” Rosalie would say. “I do. But I also want her to know that if that’s not what she wants to do, she doesn’t have to.” Indah said.
“—I’m more worried of the impact her stories would have on everyone else.” Alicia joked. “I’ve read some. They’re great. Now I can’t sleep peacefully.” Mateo adds.
then the conversation shifted.
“I’m just saying, maybe you shouldn’t have a bunch of flowers in your front yard if you don’t like animals eating them.” Seungho said. “My orchids didn’t ask to get eaten.” Rosalie glowered.
“At least I can maintain a fucking plant.”
“At least I can actually build a functional treehouse.”
“AT LEAST IM NOT MARRIED TO NIKOLAI VASILIEV.”
“…He has a point.” John said. “He does not.” Nikolai frowned. Rosalie held a fork aggressively. “TAKE THAT BACK FUCKER.” She yelled. Seungho backed up.
“Oh this reminds me of that one time she threatened him with a pencil.” Alicia said.
“Ha. I remember that. I started laughing and she threw it at me instead.” Nikolai replied, rubbing the back of his neck.
“AY WE’RE HERE.” Someone yells from the door. Sylvie looked over. Her father’s other friend was the one who shouted.
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A Journey Into (Fanfiction WIP) Mystery
[ADD MOUTH STUFF]
The above is a message in the text of an unfinished fic from Past Me to Current (and Future) Me, about how to continue writing this particular fic. Okay, Past Me, you probably know best. I shall make sure to ADD MOUTH STUFF.
I also have a few files of Fic Notes, with nice lines that turned up in my head without a home, scenes that got deleted because they didn't fit (that last one lost a bit about Sylvie wanking in a library, which y'know good for her I support her attempts at solo self-love but it just didn't really work there so out it went. But I have kept in the spare-words file just in case I ever need it for some other fic (unlikely)), things that could become fics if I work out some more content for them, etc, etc.
In one of these I started to outline a Sylkius fic (OT3, yay!) but I still can't get Sylvie to be at all interested in Mobius so it went all sad and unrequited and I may end up trying to turn that one from notes to an actual story at some point. There is a nice line about "Sometimes it feels like they’re slow-dancing and he’s just playing the music" but I think it has to go because then I added some actual dancing and it can't have both those things that would just be silly.
In another area of notes I have no idea what Past Me meant by "she should fuck that stupidty out of him" but maybe I will somehow remember in the future?
There is an Only One Bed thing (OF COURSE) but what is in the file doesn't entirely make sense to me so I think that one's a bust.
And there is bits of a Missy/Sylvie crossover thing but they're all over the place tonally. I present the most serious/sensible bit and ask for any thoughts on how to get from here to the kissing that they should do because fuck it I'm the author here I'm in charge my puppets shall do as I tell them.
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“I hate to interrupt what looks like an absolutely cracking angst-moment, but are you going to sit there all day? It’s just that it’s a bit… well, you know. Emo.”
Sylvie is off the floor and on her feet well before the woman in purple has stopped talking. She brings up her sword, swirls it once – mostly for effect – and brings it to rest against the intruder’s neck.
“Knife-play on a first date? My, aren’t I a lucky girl?” The woman whistles softly and then raises her eyebrows. “But you really should put that thing down before you hurt yourself.” And then she moves, faster than she should be able to – so fast that even Sylvie can’t react in time – and suddenly the sword is on the floor and Sylvie has a hand wrapped around against her throat. “Or before someone hurts you,” the woman finishes, her voice calm and her breathing too even after all those hurried movement.
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Anyway, that's a tour of the regions, I should hobble off to ADD MOUTH STUFF or something.
#[ADD MOUTH STUFF]#not actually a WIPs meme but in that general area#missy x sylvie#fic snippets#sylki#an insight into my brain#it is fuelled by a cocktail of psychiatric medication and Irn Bru and it's a bit of a mess in there tbh but it could be worse#sylkius#this is me procrastinating sleep btw. it's 3am i should probably just admit defeat and have a nap at least#loki series#fic related
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connor wasn't at work today. this made sylvie feel anxious. maybe he's too uncomfortable after last night to work together anymore.
sylvie visited to library to work on her book. she is now writing lvl 3! and this lady in her bathing suit was providing everyone with some music
🎯 Take the Writing Skill Class +0.5 point
TOTAL POINTS: 3.5 points
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Hello Beautiful
Late to the party with this one. My mom has been recommending it to me since it was released. However, we don't usually like the same books. So I wasn't clamoring at the library door to get it. Then a co-worker told me I had to read it, and another co-worker just happened to have a copy! I did know the entire time it was an homage to Little Women. And I think that made my hopes too high because this one fell short for me.
The book spans from the 1960s to 2008 and follows the Padavano sisters who grew up in Chicago: Julia, Sylvie, Emeline, and Cecelia. The girls love Little Women and often compare themselves to the March sisters. No one of them is exactly one sister; like Julia and Sylvie both share some traits of Meg and Jo. William Waters, who has a family background opposite of the Padavanos, weaves his way into Julia's life, and therefore, that of her family.
The sprawling family saga is usually a win for me. This one, though, had time moving faster and faster as the years went on. And the prose to dialog wasn't a good match for me. The prose overtook the dialog. A lot of inner-monologue type writing.
I wanted to love it. I did love some of it. But overall, average. But, I'd be remiss if I didn't give a plug to Nepolitano's last novel: Dear Edward. That was a solid read!
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