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alwaysonf1 · 6 months

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Pairing: Charles LeClerc x Hamilton!OC

Genre: Slice of Life; Fluff

Word Count: 4.4k

Warning: Canadian NHL team shit talking. Middle fingers.

Rating: PG-13

Author's Note: N/A

As much as Iman doesn’t mind and is one hundred percent on board for all the filming and hanging out with the drivers, she's happy that it’s not an every day of the week and every class kind of thing. There’s a level of mental capacity it takes to deal with the people around her while doing this that she can’t maintain every day.

But today isn’t one of those days. Today they’re at a track and that’s one of her favorite places to be no matter where it is.

NOLA Motorsports Park hasn’t seen any real IndyCar action since twenty fifteen, but it’s still a place that some teams use when they want to test and practice in a place where it wouldn’t really be expected. Though there were times they did open the public stuff and in about a month there would be a McLaren sponsored karting tournament for kids already in and new to the world of motorsport.

Iman looks forward to that day because she enjoys helping the kids with their races and even more so helping them understand how their karts work. She was even going to be in charge of a more informational segment that she knows is going to be boring as hell, but hopefully insightful for kids and their parents.

The sport can be hard enough getting into it and she wanted to make it easier for them. Even if she felt a little like a fraud speaking as her path hasn’t really been from the ground up like half the kids there.

But at the moment what she’s most happy about is that she isn’t the one making the drive to the track. The place is over an hour from her apartment and though it rarely feels that long it’s nice to have someone else to do it.

Though she could do without being sandwiched between her brother and her new frenemy, Lance.

“It’s a Canadian sport. And they are original, how could you dislike them? They have more championships than Seattle has in years playing. I mean I like them too, but come on, Iman.”

The entire rant is funny and it’s the same argument they’ve had twice now after he found out that she enjoys hockey. They’ve talked a little about football too, but the moment she enacted her duty of humbling a Canadian it’s been a back and forth of him being flustered over her dislike of almost all the Canadian teams in the NHL. Most of it being due to her disdain for certain players - most of which for petty reasons and some because they’re assholes.

She reaches out and pats his leg, giving him a soft and kind look that’s only playfully condescending.

“How about we pick this back up when a Canadian team breaks their thirty year streak of not winning the Stanley Cup. Something multiple players in Seattle have done in that time period.”

“You went there?”

“I went there.”

Lance huffs and puffs. He tries to say something, but every time his mouth opens he closes it again. If I didn’t notice the way he wanted to laugh and the resignation in his expression I would fear I’d genuinely offended him, but I know I hadn’t. Poor man knew it was the truth, even if it was a painful one.

“It’s their year.”

“Who’s year?”

He sighs. “I don’t know. One of them.”

“Leafs?”

At that he makes a face that can only be read as disgust.

“You’re mad at me and you don’t even like them.”

“I’m obligated.”

“I get it.”

Because she does. That conditionally and sometimes fake patriotism got the best of her too.

She opens her mouth to bring them back to common ground by shitting on Vegas, but for the tenth time there’s a pull at some strands of hair at the back of her head. Eyes narrowed she turns her head to look at her brother. Who doesn’t even bother to look away or remove his hand.

“Why?”

Lewis shrugs.

Rolling her eyes she reaches up and pulls on one of his braids, earning a swat to her hand.

“Don’t pull my hair,” he says.

“Then don’t pull mine.”

And he does it again.

Like the child she sometimes is, she goes to retaliate, but the van rolls to a stop and she settles for glaring at him.

“Ha.”

“Oh, shut up.”

With the last word she follows the others out of the van, “accidentally” kicking Lewis on her way out. By the time he’s out and able to get her back she’s already standing at the front of everyone barely suppressing a gleeful smile. He joins the group and flips her off in a covert way and she does the same.

Not them doing that on the low mattered since the cameras weren’t focused on the group yet. Every camera person is huddled together talking amongst themselves.

“Is that a McLaren indycar?” Alex asks.

“Sure is.”

Daniel raises his hand, a broad smile on his face. “Are we going to get in it?”

“Maybe.”

That seems to shock everyone, but there is some giddiness to it. One would think that a group of men who raced for a living and who would be back to doing it in about a week wouldn’t be so eager to get into a car. But then again that’s the driving force of why some of them do it for a living.

Before anyone can say anything else Anne walks up and the camera surrounds them. Anne gestures to Iman and she takes her cue.

Iman hitches her thumb backward. “This is where I do a lot of my internship work during the school year. Though it’s not often used for pro-racing, it is used for testing. And that’s what McLaren’s Indycar team is doing here for the next month or so. And today you’ll be helping me with work.

“All of you know there is some level of secrecy going on with this stuff, but everything you see and hear today will be things that are known to the public or that no one cares about anyone else knowing. Plus, this testing is for this past season's car, not the coming one.

“We’re going to get a tour of the place and then get to work. Any questions before we get things going?”

The group is quiet and after a few seconds Iman nods and then turns. She leads the group up to the pit lane where McLaren mechanics await them. There are greetings and then another explanation of what they’re doing there. Then they’re led off on a tour of the spaces. They field questions from the drivers and to round out the tour they end up back in front of where they started.

“Okay, so we’re trying to figure out what went wrong with this engine during one of the races this season. We had to replace the whole thing and it didn’t become a priority to take it apart and find out, so that’s what we’re doing now to see if there’s anything we need to change in the future,” the head mechanic says.

He looks around at everyone in the way one does when ensuring that they have a listening audience.

“Okay, so you’ll see what Iman and our team do to figure that out. I know this could be more exciting, but we decided this is a good glimpse to really show what she does and in a way we’re comfortable showing. You’ll pair off and our people will explain what’s going on. Feel free to ask questions and point out any oddities you see, we need all the eyes on this that we can get. It’s all preliminary, so they won’t be at it for long and then that’s where the fun begins.”

He shares a mischievous smile with Iman and by the looks of everyone it makes them a bit unsettled.

“What does that mean?” Lance asks.

Iman shrugs. “You’ll see. Now go get changed.”

They do what she says even though she could see the questions they want to ask.

About ten minutes later everyone returns in coveralls. Iman is already dressed in the clothes she works in so she’s sitting on a rolling chair when they return.

“Ready?” she asks.

They nod.

“Okay, I’m not going to treat this like a class room so everyone in groups of two and then you’ll be with one of us.”

Much like all Iman’s years of school, all the drivers freeze. Then they all scramble toward their chosen person. Despite the small group - or because of how small it was - some end up losing out. It takes all of her not to burst into laughter when Carlos goes for Charles and Lewis snatches up the Monégasque. Which means Carlos is with Daniel. The man pouts while Daniel grins ear to ear, but you could tell it was more playful.

Lewis and Charles laugh at their antics and Iman knows that those two groups are going to be a chaotic mess.

And because she’s so busy holding back giggles at their nonsense, she misses the chance to grab a group that doesn’t contain her brother. She knows that part of this whole thing is wanting them to be together, but she would be a bad little sister if she didn’t act indignant about it.

“I guess I’m stuck with you too,” she says, rolling her eyes.

Lewis grins. “Yes, you are. You’ll love it. Won’t she Charles?”

Both men turn their heads to face each other and they share similar grins. Then they turn to her and she sees devious intentions in their eyes. Iman feels like they’re plotting against her and she doesn’t like that.

“Of course. We are a delight,” Charles says.

Now she really knows they’re going to be a handful. Though she hopes putting them to work will help.

“Sure, you will be. How about using that delightfulness to help me disassemble this.”

She gestures to the problem engine. She’s to take care of that one while the others look at two others. Both of them cling to their little creep show and then finally nod and help her disassemble the thing. Lewis is a little competent in it because she always talked about it and forced him to learn, but Charles is a little surprising to her. But it’s nice to only have to give a little guidance and get to focus on her work.

Of course she gets so into it that she forgets that she should probably talk to them a little after Charles clears his throat. By the sounds of it he’d been trying to get her attention for a little while.

“Sorry, can you repeat that?”

“You work for McLaren?” he asks.

“This year.”

“Only this year? They seem very okay with this for such a short time.”

“Once before, but for a shorter amount of time then. I’ve done about four internships, two of them with them. One in Nascar and another for a different IndyCar team.”

“Wow, that’s a lot. How do you find the time?”

“I don’t. Just chaos twenty-four seven.” She laughs. “But to be fair, the first IndyCar was when I was a senior in high school. They were doing a program for kids of that age to get them interested and I was a test subject. Since my mother worked for them it was more likely they’d get better feedback versus the kids who might be scared saying anything could get them blacklisted.”

“Really?”

Iman smiles. “Really. There weren’t many issues and nothing major though, so it was fine.”

“No, I mean in high school?”

“Yup. It’s what happens when you tell the people in your life what you want to do for a living and they have the connections. The moment my mom knew I was serious she had me applying everywhere and brought me in to shadow her and anyone else she could have agree. I was annoying, but good enough that they didn’t tell her to stop.”

Talking with Charles is easy and the conversation is one that helps her focus on the task of disassembling the unnecessarily greasy mess that is her side of the engine. Something is peaceful about it too. Nice even.

When she looks up and past Charles to her brother Iman sees a weird expression on Lewis' face. It’s one he wears when he knows something or thinks he knows something and a weird smile. She wants to question it, but thinks better of it. Knowing Lewis it will irritate her and there is a part of her brain that is sure she knows what that look is for and she refuses to address it.

Not stepping into that shit show. Nope.

“Okay, what happened?” Lewis asks.

“It stopped the car completely and then when we went to check it there was a small-ish fire.”

“Excuse me?”

“I was the furthest from the fire, Lew.”

There’s some grumbling, but his expression and body language mellows out. Not much though. For some reason Iman looks to Charles for support, but instead she’s on the receiving end of a look that gives off mild anger and a silver of disappointment. Of course she doesn’t know Charles well enough for her to fully understand his expressions, but she’s familiar with the reactions of siblings.

Iman groans. “Oh come on. Not you too.”

“I’d be mad at my brothers for it as well,” Charles says.

Lewis fist bumps the man and they both stare Iman down as if expecting something like an apology from her. One that she isn’t willing to give, because while she gets the worry and is appreciative of it - especially when Charles barely knows her - this is her job. She’s made a career choice and these kinds of situations are the kind of shitty parts that she expects and that need to be expected. Especially from people who’ve seen their fair share of chaos and tragedy in the world of motorsport. She knows that that’s probably why they’re worse about it. But Iman also knows that there’s something more to it.

Instead of indulging them she rolls her eyes and focuses on the engine. They join in after a couple seconds and she guides them through it, telling them the running theory on what they think caused the fire and answering the questions they have about all the ways their hypothesis could be true.

The help feels nice. They don’t slow her down at all and even if they did she realizes that she wouldn’t mind it. Their interest makes it enjoyable.

By the time they finish they’ve mostly ruled out what it wasn’t but have no confirmation on if what McLarens mechanics think went wrong did. It’s frustrating, but Iman knew enough about the job to know that eliminating possibilities was sometimes better than finding the answer right away. In this case it meant she could catch anything that was also an issue, but didn’t get its chance to show out. And there were at least two of those issues she had to document.

Iman follows the other mechanics to give a report and compare notes and she returns changed into clothes she brought with her. When she emerges on the track the drivers are also back in their clothes and standing in front of some of the newest cars from their respective brands or the creators of the engines their F1 car uses.

Lance is looking at her with a raised brow as she enters their field of view and the others appear curious.

“What’s happening here?” Daniel asks, though with how giddy he is Iman knows he knows.

“Friendly race.”

As if they weren’t professional drivers that did this multiple times a year an electric kind of excitement filled the circle. It’s classic teenage boy behavior as they nudge each other and talk shit.

Anne steps in and grabs everyone’s attention.

“We’re going to have a friendly race. Everyone will be paired up and though there is only one tandem here, you can’t be paired with your teammate.” There is some groaning from the Ferrari boys. “And, because we have a McLaren IndyCar driver here waiting around, Pato O’Ward, will be joining in on the fun.”

Pato appears the moment his name is mentioned. He wears a wide smile and shyly waves to the group.

“Hey, guys. Hope you don’t mind me crashing this.”

“Dibs!” Daniel yells.

Everyone startles, but then it’s a bunch of eye rolling and some bashfulness from Pato.

“That’s fine, Daniel. I was going to choose who gets who, but it's free for all. So pick yo…”

Before Anne can finish what she’s saying everyone scrambles and Iman crosses paths with Lewis. She knocks into him, sending him a little off kilter and with enough force that he ends up next to Carlos and her next to Charles.

“Hey!” he shouts.

Iman waves. “Hi.”

“You know what.. How dare… Why?”

“I haven’t caused you suffering in a while, which I’m obligated as a little sister to do. Also I’ve driven many Mercedes. I want to try out a Ferrari. Plus, even if I didn’t go for Charles the odds of me reaching Carlos before Lance chooses between him and Albon were low. Shit end of the stick, Lew.”

Everyone laughs as they watch a series of emotions play on the man’s face. He huffs and puffs as he tries to find the words.

Realization dawns on Lewis’ face.

“Wait. No. You’re not racing. You can’t… This isn’t… No.”

Every sentence he starts is clearly going to lead to the interaction turning from funny to a little more serious, so Iman lets him work through finding his words.

“Then you shouldn’t have taught me how. I’m not the one who got grounded at his big age for letting me race a car by a woman who is not their mother.”

Alex snickers. “Wait. He did?”

“Yup. Of course she couldn’t make it stick, but she was trying hard to figure out all the ways she could.”

Lewis winces, probably remembering it. Then he rolls his eyes and sulks. “Fine.”

With a much gentler smile Iman walks over and places a kiss on Lewis’ cheek and ruffles his braids, then retakes her spot next to Charles. Though he fights against it she watches the sulking stop

“Okay, just don’t cry to her or dad when I kick your ass.”

“Bring it.”

Anne retakes control of the conversation and directs everyone to their cars. They’re all given helmets, because this is hot lap adjacent.

“Everyone will get one lap, then you’ll swap. This is about speed and I know that every one of you is capable of doing this in this type of vehicle, but I’m reminding you all to be safe. Nothing crazy unless you’re sure you can execute it without risk to yourself and everyone else. Got it?”

There’s a chorus of agreement.

They all discuss who is going first, but Iman just directs Charles to the driver’s side. He looks at her with a brow raised in question, but then he follows her gaze and sees that Carlos is taking this lap. He smiles and nods.

Once in the car they strap in and Charles takes a few deep breaths. They’re given the signal to get into place and they get into a formation that works for them. Charles looks at her, a smirk on his lips that is equal parts cocky and confident.

“Ready?”

“Yes, I am.”

He extends his arm, his hand in a fist. Iman bumps it without question. Then they both turn forward and wait for the go ahead.

Despite seeing it at the same time as Charles and preparing herself, Iman's heart drops to her ass once he hits the gas. It takes a few seconds for her to chill out and by then they’re on the first turn.

Charles drives seamlessly and despite the blur of their surroundings Iman doesn't feel like she’s going terribly fast. Then a Mercedes sails by and then another. Without having to think about what’s happening. He is pushing it, but he’s holding back.

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t let loose Charlie.”

He barely glances at her, probably to gauge if she means it, and then he pushes it. In about ten seconds he’s passed one of the cars in front of them and is fighting off the other. The others behind them catch up and it’s a battle back there, but it’s irrelevant to the one in front of them.

At every instance he tries to get around the Mercedes she knows Carlos is driving, but despite almost getting past he misses the mark by half a second. Before they know it they’re crossing the finish line barely behind the Mercedes. There’s a three way tie for the others about two seconds later.

And then everyone exits their cars. There’s some bragging and arguing. As Charles and Iman change sides he lightly bumps into Carlos with a frown on his face. He’s trying to seem upset, but the smile he’s wearing is wide.

“What about being comrades?” Charles jokes.

Carlos laughs. “Not here.”

Iman slides into the driver’s seat and takes a few deep breaths as her fingers trace the steering wheel. Nerves creep in, but they leave her the moment she feels a hand on her shoulder. She turns to see Charles looking at her with a bit of concern.

“Are you okay?”

“A little bit of nerves. Nothing I won’t shake as I put them behind us.”

That brings back the smirk that he wore when he was behind the wheel. There was obviously going to be some uncertainty about her being the only non-driver in the race, but as she smiles back at Charles she realizes he didn’t bring that up or seem bothered when she snatched him up from someone who he’d seen do this for a living. It was a nice reassurance. Even if she knew damn well she could hang with the big boys. At least in this kind of situation, behind an F1 car was another thing entirely.

A muffled shout interrupts the moment and Charles puts down his window, revealing Lewis with his own down. He’s smiling, but it’s that stupid lazy one he puts on when he’s feeling himself.

Annoying man.

“Ready to lose, Immy?”

Of course he uses that nickname while being annoying.

“You should be asking yourself that, LuLu.”

“Well, I am a seven time…”

Iman flips him off and he shuts up, looking appalled. Charles puts the window back up while laughing, but she catches Lewis’ returning the gesture.

Again Charles reaches out and they bump fists. Then it’s lights out and away they go.

In comparison Iman’s take off is delayed, but despite the few inches everyone has in front of her when she does get going, she closes and surpasses it. She puts her speed over one hundred and keeps it there on the first turn. Lewis pulls ahead and so does Lance, but she manages to evade being boxed out and puts a little over a second between them.

The next turn has her losing speed a little, but she regains it and keeps herself next to Lance and Daniel for the straight and then on the next turn, she guns it. With ease she ends up in front of Lance and then she’s next to the Mercedes. Lewis increases speed, but it doesn’t beat her out. In the final turn she does what she did in the last one and pushes the car to its limits. The last few feet before the end of the track are a close race, but at the last second she pushes further.

With her speed the car goes past the finish, but it’s a second or two before her brother crosses the line. Everyone else trails by a second or more and then they all leave the car. Iman is shaking from the speed and the excitement. Charles rushes over and pulls her into a hug she happily returns.

“That was great. No, excellent. You crushed it,” Charles says.

“Thank you.”

There’s some shit talking, but they all praise her.

Lewis is pouting, but it’s not fooling her at all. He’s the last to pull her into a hug and it’s tight.

“You did fucking phenomenal, Immy. I didn’t expect that. You blew away all expectations,” he says.

As he pulls away he kisses the top of her head and refuses to let her go. Pride shines on his face and she feels even more proud of herself. She feels like she’s the shit. There are no delusions of grandeur on the level they’re at, but she beat multiple professional racers at something adjacent to their own game and that’s good enough.

“I did learn some things from the best,” she says.

He laughs, throwing his head back a little and then pulls her into another hug. They pull away and Pato walks up, patting her arm.

“Maybe you should be in Nascar, that was better than your IndyCar test,” Pato says.

“Her what? You’re what?” Lewis moves so fast to look at Pato and Iman that he should have whiplash.

“Uh…”

Pato winces. “Was that supposed to be a secret?”

“Iman Marie Hamilton. You’re what?”

He moves toward her just as she ducks behind Charles. With how serious - but not in a bodily harm way - he looks she’s sure Charles is going to move out of her brother’s war path, but he reaches a hand around and takes hold of her shirt. As Lewis tries to get around him he moves with her, using the shirt to leverage her.

“Maybe we should forget this and go to dinner.”

Sweet Charles is trying to de-escalate, but it’s not working and that’s in part because he can’t stop himself from giggling. Which turns Lewis ire from just Iman to both of them.

“LeClerc. Is this the war you want?”

Everyone holds their breath and seconds tick by.

“Yes.”

And without a word Iman breaks into a sprint with Charles following suit. Carlos has chosen Lewis' side so he goes for his teammate. Pato and Lance run interference for Iman while Alex and Daniel join in the sport of being the first to get to Charles. It’s chaos and it dissolves into laughter and labored breathing so quickly. Yet none of them stop.

You’d think they were all a bunch of children and not very much grown adults. But it’s so funny that Anne puts the camera people to work chasing them down for all the actions.

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alex-rambles · 1 year

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Could you please do some Bill X reader headcannons with a reader who helps Bill at no cost, which Bill likes at first, but he slowly grows attached to the reader as they'll listen to him vent and help him feel better and are there to listen to him, making him close to the reader. However, Bill grows concerned for the reader with how far they'll go, and when he sees that the reader has nothing to lose and wants to see the world burn, Bill puts his plans on hold asking the reader if everything was ok, to which the reader cries

Reader is gender neutral

-Honestly his "HMMMMM" detectors were going off from the start. He just wasn't sure why.

-Were you gonna pop up later and try to trip him with "I helped you sooo much for free, now it's your turn?"

-Weeks go by. Nope nothing.

-Months. Zilch.

-One year, and you're still just helping for no reason.

-Around the two month mark is when he starts enjoying your company and starts actively seeking you out when he didn't need help

-But Bill is a prideful being and doesn't admit he wants to see a mErE hUmAn

-"No, no, I was just looking for another idiot to swindle. This is YOUR mindscape? Oopsies well since I'm here let's chat! "

-His excuses fool no one

-At first venting might be around trivial matters, such as humans being pricks when he's trying to use them

-Eventually he opens up more, and you might hear small rants about the people of the Second Dimension, and maybe, just maybe, you'll catch a few glimpses into the life he had before Bill Cipher was Bill Cipher

-And you listen. You feel sympathy

-So, he grows to care for you, which actually pisses him off a bit

-You're human, you don't deserve him and all his glory

-Attempts to talk himself out of emotions

-Truth be told, Bill is just upset because you're human. You will be dead long, long before him (...unfortunately an incorrect assumption due to his death after Weirdmaggedon)

-And eventually, when the tasks he assigns begin to get more and more absurd and impossible to complete, he watches you accept and try your best again and again

-And then,

-"The brown-haired boy? With the hat? He's figuring things out he shouldn't, and it's messing up my plans. He somehow managed to... never mind. I couldn't get rid of him. Are you comfortable-"

-"Sure, why not?"

-You said it with a smile

-This disturbs Bill on a level he didn't think possible, and he attempts to backtrack.

-"Hey, hey, I was just kidding there, kiddo... Can't have you going to the bighouse, can we?"

-After that, Bill doesn't return for a few days

-When he does come back, he seems off

-"What do you have against your world? What is wrong with you?"

-Probably came off more accusatory than necessary, but he doesn't really care until you burst into tears

-Obviously, he knows what crying is, and why it happens, but he's still incredibly uncomfortable now and has zero clue how to comfort someone in a genuine way

-"Uh... I think your eyes are leaking."

-Which only makes you cry harder.

-Honestly, whatever the reason for your grudge against the world, Bill does his best to sympathize, just as you did for him

-Were you abused or bullied? He probably was once as well

-Are you a sadistic freak? Okay, so is he

-Passion for death, chaos, and destruction? Yas, twinsies

-Either way, he'll be quiet and listen to your story

-Maybe holding your hand

-You best believe you get front row seats to Weirdmaggedon

#alex writes #bill cipher x reader #bill cipher #gravity falls x reader #gravity falls #billposting

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write-it-motherfuckers · 6 months

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I shouldn't have fucking jinxed myself.

Two hours past the time they said they were coming, they still hadn't arrived or contacted me. Since there was only an hour left before their office closed, I called them... only to be immediately sent to voicemail. I tried several more times before just leaving a message and giving up.

They then called me back at 7:30 AM and basically said "Oopsie Daisey. We had a mild clerical error with the dates 🤪" Clerical error my fucking arse. Unfortunately it's not uncommon for electricians and the like to just decide they're done for the day and fuck off to the beach without notice to their clients. It's something that everyone around here knows to expect and It's terrible work practice but given a lot of people in this area are low income, tradies don't particularly care if they get upset or their actions cause bigger problems for them, because they know there's very few others they can turn to. Basically, no matter how poorly they behave, they know they'll always have work.

Anyway, despite my ranting and grumbling here, they did still agree to come today before 12, and even offered me a "discount" for the trouble they caused (Really this just means that they wont overcharge me on made up bullshit like they usually do. Another frustratingly common and expected tactic around here. They're not actually losing any money. Fuckers.)

I'm sorry this is stretching out further than intended, I'll try and post something when they arrive just so that you all know you can expect activity again tomorrow. Sorry about all this Darling ones, and thank you for putting up with my whining 🖤

#mod speaks #I want to move away from here so bad. I hate this place #Babies say mrrr by the way

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heyhilana · 2 years

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One Shot Till the End (Javier Peña)

Summary: A raid almost goes wrong, and you're sent to take some time off until you can return to the office. But Javi, your boss, is tasked to care for you and figure out what to do when patriarchy is against you and your job is at risk. But as the days go on, both of you wonder if a case of saving one's life blurs the lines of boss and agent.

A/N: Hi! This has been something I've been wanting to finish for ages but I always had something coming up that kept me from doing it. But now I have inspiration and time to put this out and I'm v happy with how it turned out. I hope you all enjoy it 💙

Pairing: Javier Pena (Cali Cartel era) x !f agent/reader

Warnings: Violence, shooting, mentions of blood, stitches, male patriarchy (yes, I know this is not v girl boss of me but I promise Javi turns out better in the end).

Word Count: 12.8k (I had to add things oopsies)

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The moment you felt the car stop, you felt your heart stop with it. The whole ride from the Embassy to the abandoned building you could feel yourself shake, the goosebumps rising and the hairs on your neck sticking out as you couldn’t shake that feeling that this was a bad idea. Everything about this raid screamed danger because of how easy it was. There were no hiccups, no backup plans, just a plan A and that was all that was needed. It felt odd to you because nothing in your line of work was easy. Everything was complicated from the moment you stepped into that Embassy and got a briefing of who you were against.

When you voiced your concerns to Feistl and Van Ness, they looked at you as if you had twenty heads, feeling as though you were letting the stress of the job get into your head. And you wouldn’t dare say anything to Peña, knowing that the man was as irritable as they come, and he wouldn’t take the time out of his day to listen to you rant when he had to deal with trying to take back the reigns of a city that was held by four Godfathers that were seemingly impossible to take down. So you opted to stay silent, even though your nerves were in a frenzy, and you couldn’t stop your leg from bouncing the entire ride or twiddling with your thumbs.

You hopped out of the car, making sure that your vest was as secure as it could get, and you drew out your gun, feeling the coolness of it go through your body as you felt that soon it would be hot. Javi was out before you, quickly and quietly briefing the men so they could go where they needed to be in the building. Feistl and Van Ness walked over to Peña, taking their orders from him and soon taking the lead of their respective groups. You walked over to him, wanting to know what you had to do here.

“Sir, where do I go?” It was a simple question, but he was somehow annoyed with that question as his eyes narrowed down on you. Deep down, you just wanted to know what you did to receive such negative attention from your superior.

“You stay out here.” His voice was firm as if there was no way that you could wiggle your way out of his decision. Your jaw was slacked when you registered what he was saying to you. How could he bring you out here only to tell you that you were supposed to be on the sidelines? It was as if he didn’t trust you to do your job, despite going through your record in the past and seeing that you were more than qualified for the job. You didn’t know what prompted him to make this decision, but you were damn sure going to get your answer.

“Why can’t I go with you guys? You brought me out here to do my job, not to sit on the sidelines and be the one to do all the paperwork after this whole thing is said and done.” The annoyance you felt surged through your body with every word that escaped your lips, and you could see that it struck a nerve with him as his face hardened.

“Listen, Y/L/N. I make the rules, and I don’t think that you should be going out there with us. After all, you have made it clear to Feistl and Van Ness that this is a bad idea.” Your eyes immediately went into Feistl and Van Ness’ direction, seeing that you were trying to play it off as if they were not listening to the heated conversation you were having with Peña.

“Sir, doesn’t this seem a little off to you? We have never gotten something so easy like this, ever. It’s almost as if this was handed to us by the godfathers.” Javi pondered for a moment, almost considering your words.

“It’s nothing. Just do your job and stay here.”

“My job is to be out there with you guys. Just let me do my job for once.” Your voice was low and unwavering. You were tired of men questioning your abilities, and you were going to take a stand for what you wanted—no more being silent because it was getting you nowhere. If Javi, Feistl, Van Ness, or any of your colleagues/superiors couldn’t believe that you could do it by your file, you were going to do it by force. But he let up, surprising you and Feistl and Van Ness, who were just about to complain. He looked at them, and they stopped before he looked back at you.

“You know what? Fine, you will come with us. But you must always stay with me unless we take separate areas.” You were okay with that as long as you could be out there. Javi didn’t give you a chance to answer as he walked off to the back, you on his tail as you didn’t want to lose him and give him a reason to keep you off the field. He took the left side of the door, and you took the right, giving him a nod and he kicked the door down, moving in quickly yet calculated, so there were no surprises.

You covered his back the more he went in, him turning around and moving his head for you to go upstairs while he cleared the ground floor. You obliged, going up nice and slow and taking controlled breaths so that your aim was not shaky. You made your sharp turns and opened every door, seeing half-naked girls scared, and you were telling them to shush. It led you down to the final door, crimson red paint and slightly ajar, making you gulp. You took a few more steps and opened it nice and slow, only being pulled in by one of the drug dealers and a hand over your mouth to prevent screams. The boss only laughed at you as you flailed around and tried to bite, kick, and hit your way through this situation.

“Is this the best that DEA agent can do? Send in a young girl to do a man’s job? He’s worse than I thought.” He was calm, taking a swig of what was in his glass before getting up and walking over to you. Tears were welling in your eyes as you hoped that Pena was done with clearing the ground floor. He ripped off your vest, throwing it to the side even as you tried to scratch him.

“Move your hand, Jorge.” He moved it, and the minute you went to scream, the boss punched you right in the stomach, winding you completely. You tried to gasp for air but Jorge covered your mouth again.

“Try to fight all you want; your little boyfriend can’t take everyone down.” He punched you again, over and over to the point where you started coughing up blood in the man’s hand and slapped you for it. Little boyfriend, they said, but you were sure that if you made it out alive, he would further scold you for getting into this mess.

“What should we do with her? Sell her? Use her for now? Kill her?” Jorge was handsy, grabbing at your body and making you grimace at him.

“Aw, look at her still trying to fight. I’m going to have a good time with you later,” The boss went right to your neck, smelling you, and you could faintly smell his sweat, pungent cologne, and cocaine all over. You tried to bite Jorge’s hand, but he punched your side, making you yelp. Just as you yelped, you heard Javi call out your name.

“The more you fight, the worse it’s gonna be for you. Let’s bring you outside to the roof.” The boss turned to his men, and they both knew to open up the hidden hatch on the ceiling, the ladder falling down. They pushed you along despite you trying to kick them. The men went up first, and before you knew it, you were being let go, but a gun was placed right on the small of your back. Javi called out your name, and you wanted to scream, but the gun was pushed further into you.

“Make a sound, make a move, and you’re dead.” Jorge nuzzled the gun more into your back. You obliged, knowing that at this rate, they would kill you just for the fun of it. So you went up, still feeling the gun pressed on you until the other men pulled you up and held you close to them. Jorge and his boss followed, and you could see that from below, the rest of the team was down there, ready to shoot.

“Tell them not to shoot, or else we will kill you first.” The gun was placed firmly against your head, the safety being turned off with a click.

“D-Don’t shoot! He will kill me first and then all of you!” You were winded from the earlier beating so it came out more hoarse than clear, but they did lower their guns as Javi busted open the door.

“Where is she?” He was frantic, and Van Ness pointed up at the roof. He locked eyes with you, and from there, you were sure that would be the last time you would see him.

“Your little boyfriend seems angry,” The gun was nudged against your temple. “Maybe I should kill you in front of him.”

“Don’t. We still need him.” The boss spoke firmly, and it made Jorge click his tongue.

“What do you want?” Javi had the megaphone in his hand.

“You let us go, and we give her to you.” It was a long shot, knowing that it would be hard to find them again if you let them go now.

“I can’t do that.”

“Then she dies,” The men walked you to the edge of the roof, the front of your feet dangling off as you almost lost your balance. “Make a choice, or I'll have them throw her off!” They kept pushing you off little by little, the ground seemingly so far as you knew that you wouldn’t survive it if you did fall off. Everyone was looking up at you in fear, and you just wanted to make it out alive. But they pushed you off more, and your foot completely slipped off before Javi broke.

“STOP! I’ll let you guys go!” The boss laughed and had the men pull you back up to the roof, tears streaming down your eyes as you faced death more times than you would like to count. “I’ll come upstairs, and we will trade from there.”

“I knew that you were a smart man.” The boss ordered one of his men to go back down to collect Javi, and the men that were holding you didn’t let you go as Jorge walked over to you.

“Maybe the agent has a soft spot for you,” Jorge commented, and maybe under different circumstances, you would consider his words. But now, they just made your skin crawl because you didn’t want him to die because of you.

Soon enough, Javi had opened the hatch, and the men were behind him, ensuring he didn’t try anything. You didn’t see his gun in his holster, making you wonder if he had another gun or a knife somewhere on him that would be easier to hide. He looked at you, and it was the only time you could recall that he was afraid, genuinely petrified at what could happen, which didn’t help your nerves either.

“I’m glad we could come to an agreement.” The boss was smiling, and you wanted to kick him right in the groin to wipe that smile off his face.

“I’ll have my men leave right now as you give her to me. No tricks.” Somehow, he was calm as he spoke to him, not giving up any authority, at least in the verbal sense.

“You don’t make the rules for this. I do. You call them off now, and when they are away from here, then I will give her to you.” You could see how Javi bit his lip to avoid saying what he was thinking, jaw clicking as he walked to the roof.

“Move out. Make sure you’re out of his sight and away from Havana!” Someone was protesting from below, but he didn’t let them finish, although the name Havana stuck out to you for some reason. “Move. Out. I won’t ask a second time.” You couldn’t see what the men were doing, but you heard the cars speed off, leaving you all alone, outnumbered 4 to 2.

“I’ll give her to you.” The two men walked you over to Javi, and you saw at the bottom of his boot that they had missed a small handgun. They practically threw you into him, and he caught you, moving you out of the way.

“It’s a pleasure doing business with you Americans, but I have other plans.” The sound of a car pulling up made your heart drop to your stomach. They were getting away, and it was your fault for insisting on going.

“Wait. Havana is not a street,” Jorge turned to you both, gun pointing at Javi. “What did you mean by that?” His hand was shaky as you remembered what Havana meant. You saw the faint red dot on the boss’ head, him unaware of what was to come. The shot rang out faster than Jorge could warn his boss, and you saw the bloodshed that came as the sniper shot right away, the boss falling off the roof. The other men pulled out their guns, but they were shot too by two other snipers just as Javi pulled out his gun. Jorge shot at Javi, but you jumped ahead to protect him, taking the bullet as Javi shot at him and got him in the neck.

Jorge fell to the ground, holding his neck as the blood flushed out faster than he could keep it in before succumbing to his wound. You and Javi were on the ground, but as he got up, you felt the dizziness take over, the telltale sign that the shot you took was not simply a flesh wound. You looked down and saw that you were shot in the stomach, blood pooling down to the side.

“J-Javi? Am I going to die?” You felt pain as Javi tried to put your hand on your side to hold it in.

“You’re not going to die. I-I won’t let you,” Franticness was all that you could see, the way he was trying to help you as the cars pulled back around.

“I-It hurts really bad.” You weren’t sure if the odds were in your favor, but from how it felt, you wanted it to stop. Faintly, you hear the hatch opening as Feistl and Van Ness come up.

“Oh shit! Is she okay?” Feistl asked.

“Call an ambulance now!” Feistl used his walkie-talkie to call for help as Javi tried to get you to hold your hand in that same spot for pressure.

“Hey, it’s okay. I-It’s okay, Javi.” You were trying to speak, but your eyes were failing to stay open, and Javi was hitting your leg to stay up.

“Oh no no no. Stay with me, Y/n! Keep those eyes open for me okay?”

“T-Thank you for giving me a chance.” It was barely audible as you blacked out, the only sounds you could hear were Javi yelling at you to get up.

“You’re taking care of her.” Crosby walked over to his desk, loosening his tie.

“You’re assigning me to take care of the kid?” Javi was in disbelief. He expected a reprimanding of some sort, but not this.

“That kid saved your ass when she was the one that told you to not go in.” Javi began to wonder who told Crosby about that.

“Then have someone else do it!”

“This is your mess, Peña. And because I have to clean it up yet again, you should be happy that this is all that’s coming of it.” Crosby’s jaw tightened.

“How long then?”

“Has she awoken yet?” Javi shook his head no.

“I called the hospital. Still out of it after all the blood transfusions.” Crosby sighed.

“When she does get up, you’ll take her home and you’ll only come here to report to me and finish the paperwork for the bust. And besides, this will soften her when you have to give her these,” Crosby handed Javi the papers, and he scanned them to see what they were.

“Transfer papers? Why?” Although he couldn’t stand this arrangement, you were the most qualified despite the shortcomings.

“She doesn’t fit here. Too young, makes rash decisions, it’s going to cost us if we let her stay. Feistl and Van Ness told me enough about how she mixes up files, how she challenges them when they’re the ones teaching her, and with the stunt she pulled, I’ve had enough. I already have to deal with you more than I want to. I can’t have a younger, female version of you running around too.”

“You think she’ll take it?”

“Not right away, but that’s where you come in. You need to convince her so that she’ll leave on her terms and that it won’t blow back on us.” Once again, doing the dirty work he would rather rid his hands clean of, but he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“I understand.”

“Now go. I have a meeting in 20.” Javi turned on his heel and walked out the door, the bad feeling settling in his stomach.

“Hey. It’s me, Javi. You’re going to be okay, carino. The doctors said you just have to fight. So fight for me. I mean, fight to live another day.” He held your hand, looking at how soft you looked despite the injury. He didn’t have time to process his feelings due to the mounting pressure he was always under. But now, knowing that you were on the brink of life or death due to you saving him changed his perspective.

Sure, neither of you had shown much interest that was easy to see, but he pieced everything together as he was in and out of the waiting room. Why was he so hellbent on keeping you out of harm's way? Why he went against what Crosby told him and save you by using the old callout he had learned in his training as his last-ditch effort to keep you both alive? He knew you were more than capable, but something kept him from exploring that in the way he should. Hell, you were brighter than Van Ness and Feistl most times, and you had even proved him wrong here and there.

The forbidden fruit he shouldn't have, you were in his gaze, but he fought against it until it was right in front of him. Now you were hanging on by a thread, and he was still contemplating if he should act on his feelings or if he should leave you be. Putting yourself in danger for him was not what he was expecting, and he was unsure if he could bear that loss of you based on you saving him when he didn’t feel that he was worth saving. Often the nights of drinking, the endless flings to numb the pain of earlier days, those cursed cigarettes that you hated but he craved almost as much as he desired you, the dismal thoughts that would probably get him taken off the force if he voiced them. He thought of himself as a functional mess, and he didn’t know if roping you into that was fair.

He was rubbing your hand with the pad of his thumb when you began to stir in your sleep, making his heart race. Tears welled up in his eyes as if he hadn’t been crying for the past few days when he saw you open your eyes, the bright light hurting you.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think that I’m in the place where I would be looking down at people instead of looking up.” You were croaky, and it only made him smile.

“You’re still stuck here with the rest of us. But here, drink some water and I’ll close the blinds.” He handed you the water and got up to close the blinds, the room becoming a little bit darker for you to tolerate. He sat back down right when you put the cup of water down.

“How long was I out for?”

“3 days. You needed a blood transfusion and you were in and out for most of it.” You could see his tired eyes, light bags underneath them.

“Did we catch them?”

“He’s dead, Gilberto is in custody, and we have a lead on Miguel. It’s not enough to go after him, but after the raid we found enough to at least send some agents out to tail them.”

“I guess me getting shot wasn’t a waste then.” You were relieved, but Javi wasn’t.

“You didn’t have to take the bullet for me, Y/n.” You rolled your eyes.

“You would’ve fallen off the roof if I didn’t.”

“But that would mean you would be alive and well. I’ve lived my life, and while I appreciate it, you have much more to live.” You scoffed. You would’ve thought he was on his deathbed with how he spoke.

“I’m not fragile, Javi. I knew what I was doing when I signed up for this job. Let me do my job.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, his gaze softening and your heart softening.

“You’re as stubborn as they said you were when they told me you were transferring over here.”

“Get used to it because I’m not going anywhere.” You squeezed his hand back, and the air in the hospital room felt different. Thicker, eyes saying more than what should be displayed even when it was undefined. You didn’t know what would happen next until the nurse saw the position you guys were in.

“I see someone has finally gotten up.” The nurse brought over the tray that had the morphine bag and other vital checking devices. Javi let go of your hand and got up, much to your dismay.

“I’ll leave now. When you’re free to go tomorrow I’ll pick you up.” You immediately shook your head no, but you regretted it as your side began to hurt.

“Oh Javi it’s okay-“ He stopped you.

“I’m picking you up. End of discussion.” You didn’t understand why he created these sudden obligations for himself, but they made you feel that maybe you were more to him than just a young agent in over her head.

“Yes, sir.” He walked out, and the nurse tended to you, making your mind wander into fantasies that you knew were unattainable but quelled the pain as the nurse fixed your stitches. Taking a bullet for him led to him taking your heart, or at least that was what you were trying to ignore.

You got your cane which made you feel 20 years older, and put it in your lap as they wheeled you out of the building, still doped up on many pain meds as you may or may not have taken an extra pill so you could at least enjoy most of the day. You had a fresh set of clothes that Javi brought for you the day before and your smaller bag, so there wouldn’t be too much tension for your body. The light outside was blinding you, but you could faintly make out the dark silhouette that was waiting for you at the desk.

“You have a cane?” Javi was smirking, and if you weren’t sitting down, you would’ve punched his arm.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give this to you for your birthday next month.” The smirk dropped as the nurse kept wheeling you out to the door. Javi was close behind as she stopped.

“I’ll take her from here,” The nurse walked away, and he helped you get up slowly, careful not to rupture anything. Javi put your bag around you as it slung over your shoulder. “You’re gonna regret saying that.” Now it was your turn to smirk.

“I can still get away from you for a good week.” A week from the Embassy when you spent more time there than in the dingy apartment the government gave you. You didn’t know what you were going to do in those four walls when you were used to shitty coffee, drafts of cigarettes, and paperwork up to your neck for hours on end.

“Nope.” You were perplexed as you walked to the car with him helping you.

“Why is that? You know I can take care of myself.” Javi sighed.

“When did I say that you can’t take of yourself?”

“Right now where you’re insisting on being my caregiver. Javi, It’s just a little shot, but I’m not dead.” Sure, it was touch and go for a while, and while you were sure the pain meds were numbing you to the point where you felt nothing, you could do it yourself.

“It's your first time getting shot. If this was your second or third, that would be different. So you need help, don’t you? To go to the store, cook, and clean. That shot was close to major arteries and you can’t do everything without laying down for a while.” You knew he was right, but you didn’t want him to think that he owed you.

“My neighbor can help me do it. She helps me bring groceries in all the time, and I’ve had some of her leftovers. You don’t have to help me.” You both approached the car, and he opened the door for you, helping you in.

“I’m helping you with that now.” As he took your cane, you rolled your eyes, and you buckled your seatbelt. He closed the door, opening the one behind your to put your cane in before closing it and going over to his side to get in the car. He hopped in, putting on his seatbelt.

“Why is my boss who is supposed to be taking down the Cali Cartel offering to help me go grocery shopping?” You knew there had to be more to this random generosity.

“Because Crosby is tired of my shit.” It all clicked into place for you, but you were still confused about why he was not angrier about it. You figured that he would be grumbling and wanting to do the bare minimum and leave. But he seemed to be content with it, willing to be patient with you.

“Oh. I cost you, didn’t I?” Javi started his car.

“No, you didn’t. It was my call to go in too early, so I can’t blame him for what he did. Just can’t wait to take these sons of a bitches down.” He pulled out of the parking space, hand going onto your headrest as he looked at both sides. Maybe the pills were making everything fantastical for you, but you never took time to notice his slightly unkempt hair, intense eyes, the light lip bite as he gauged his time to pull out, how he drove with one hand to turn. He wasn’t just your boss that was hardened. This, albeit a small action ignited something in you, but you kept those thoughts to yourself.

“We will. But do you even know where you’re going?” He pulled out of the parking lot and moved down the open road, moving his hand away from the headrest.

“You live down the street from me.”

“Oh. I guess the government wanted everyone to be close.”

“Some are spread out, but he only placed you, Jackson, and me in one area. We’re usually in threes, nothing more.” There was still so much they didn’t tell you, and it would probably take for you to go to the back room and spend a whole day going through everything to understand all the redacted parts of your job they failed to mention to you.

“Will we have to move after this incident?”

“Possibly. But with me at your place and Jackson only a few doors down, we should be fine.”

“Thank you, Javi.” You looked at him, and he didn’t physically react as much, only the light jaw clench and his eyes softening a tad.

“Anytime, Y/n.” As you looked down the road, you both sat in silence, sleep lulling you away quickly.

He brought you home, getting out to open the door for you as you put your cane on the ground. He gave you his hand, and that immediate warmth traveled back up to you making your stomach feel much weirder than what just happened a few days ago.

“You better not tell anyone about the cane,” Trying to deflect from the rising goosebumps shooting through your arm, you earned a laugh from him. All that did was make it much worse for you.

“How long do you have to use it for then?” He was walking you up the stairs, going up the second floor.

“The doctor says for two weeks, but since I’m due to go back after one week I’ll stop using it then.”

“You have to use it for two weeks. It’ll hurt you more if you don’t.” You reached your door, and he pulled out the keys from your bag, opening the door and letting you walk in first.

“I’m the youngest person there and also one of the few girls. Don’t need to give them any ideas on trying to get me out of there.” Javi followed in behind you, closing and locking the door.

“If they try anything, they’re gonna have to deal with me.” You laughed as he took off his jacket and put it on the coat hanger.

“I save your life and now you’re going to be my protector?” You kicked off your shoes, thankful that he got you the looser-fitting ones you could slide out of.

“Still your boss, Y/n.” Although there was a joking tone in his voice, it reminded you about the power dynamics in place since you knew that pursuing anything with him could be complicated, to say the least.

“You have the look for it with that mustache.” You joked, trying to clear your head. “Did you want something to drink?”

“I’ll get it. You just sit on the couch.” He walked over to the kitchen, and you saw just how this week was going to go.

“Okay, I will.” You decided not to argue with him and sat down on the couch, getting some relief as you moved your cane to the side. He came back with water for you and a beer for him. “Of course you get a beer.”

“I promise I won’t drink them all.” It was already cracked open as he took a sip, and you were mesmerized by his Adam’s apple and the skin showing around his neck.

“You better not, or else you’re paying for it.” He lightly nudged your leg before going into his pocket and pulling out the cigarette, realizing that he had left his lighter in the car.

“You got a light?”

“Yeah. Check the drawer next to you.” He did and found it, lightening it up, and the orange flame glowed in his face, much to your appreciation.

“Those are going to kill you.” He groaned.

“I’m either getting killed by these or out there.” He pointed out the door, and although it shouldn’t have bothered you, your heart dropped.

“Don’t say that.”

“You worry too much.” He noted.

“Says the one who’s babying me.” You crossed your arms, thankfully that the pain meds were kicked in, as that movement would’ve caused you more pain.

“That doesn’t count.”

“Oh? Why doesn’t it count then?” You cocked your head to the side as he looked at you.

“Because…because you need help. I can take care of myself as you always say.” He raised his brow a little.

“You’re quoting me now? I think I’m growing on you then,” You smiled, and you saw his eyes flicker down to your lips for a mere second before going back up.

“Keep dreamin’.” He grabbed the remote that was on the coffee table and turned it on, setting his feet up on the table and lying back. You did the same, letting him flick through the channels until he settled on a telenovela that seemed to quell your mind away from what was growing inside you.

“Hey. It’s a little after 10. You need to take a shower and get to bed.” Javi tapped your shoulder as he got up.

“Okay. Where’s my cane?” You rubbed your eyes and sat up, already feeling some pain set in.

“Oh. You’re willing to use it now?” He was smirking, and the rare joy in his eyes, even if it came from messing with you, made you look at him differently.

“You know that smart mouth of yours is gonna work against you.” He handed you the cane and helped you get up, steadying yourself as you turned to the hall leading to the bathroom.

“Works for me when I’m talking to a pretty lady.”

“Yeah because you pay them.” You joked, but it was more like a wheeze as you didn’t have much water.

“Querida, you seem to underestimate what I do.” The name change made your heart skip a beat. And that was when you smelt the beer on his breath.

“What happened to just my name?” He caught what he did and cleared his throat, opening the bathroom door for you.

“Slipped out. Happens sometimes.”

“Maybe you’re mixing me up with one of your prospects.” You walked into the bathroom and put your cane near your counter.

“You’re not that.” His voice was softer, the usual gruffness in his everyday work not audible.

“Then what am I then?” You looked at him as if you were stalling, not really wanting to take a shower.

“You know what. Now get in the shower.” He closed the door for you, and you looked in the mirror, wondering if that little slip-up was all that it was. You hopped in the shower after you undressed and properly covered up your wound, doing what the nurse said in avoiding the area and remembering that you would have to redress it before you went to bed.

You came out, realizing that you forgot to pick out some clothes and you were still in your towel. You snuck out of the room, hoping that he wouldn’t see you in this state, and got dressed before walking out into the living room and seeing him knocked out. You stood there for a moment, looking at how relaxed he was. The lines faded out on his face, unclenched jaw, no furrowing in his brows, even the classic hands over his stomach sleeping position that showed his age, he seemed to fit nicely onto your sofa. But having him sleep over when all you had was the couch was not a good option. He deserved to sleep in his bed, after all. So you gently tapped his shoulder, letting him stir a little before he opened his eyes.

“Hey, I’m all done now. You don’t have to stay if you don’t wanna.” You got back up and pulled your shirt down a little more, not realizing just how short it was along with the pajama shorts.

“Kicking me out already? I thought I earned a night here by now.” You rolled your eyes as you watched him get up.

“Don’t push your luck. I know you finished my beer while I was sleep.”

“You won’t notice if I just replace them all.” He pointed out.

“And now you just told on yourself.” His eyes widened, and you were beginning to smile.

“Did I?”

“Yeah, you kinda did,” You both laughed, and suddenly, the air seemed slightly lighter around you two. No longer awkward and a tad bit icy like before. Maybe after this, you could even be friends. “Well, goodnight Javi. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’ll swing by and cook your dinner. Make sure to take your pain meds because it’s about that time.” He was walking to the door, and you opened it for him, watching him step out.

“Okay, doctor. Get some rest yourself.”

“I’ll rest when I’m dead. But sleep well.” You smiled at him before closing the door and locking it shut, pressing your back against it as you couldn’t contain your happiness, even with physical pain beginning to course through you.

4 days came and went faster than you could process, and you were enjoying every minute of it. Javi went grocery shopping for you, made you dinner even when he almost burned down the house, made sure you took your meds on time, and, most importantly, gave you company. Somehow you were enjoying his talks about Laredo, how he was pushed into becoming a DEA agent, and how his old friend Murphy was the only good person he met throughout this journey. Sometimes after a few drinks for him, he let words flow throughout his mouth faster than he could process, and you learned that he had a fiancé.

Lorraine seemed to be perfect for him, a beautiful blonde girl that could’ve kept him in Laredo and lived an everyday life. Sure, how he left her behind was wrong, and when he saw her again, you knew that it had to be a little strange, but just the idea of knowing that at one point he would settle down intrigued you. A normal Javier Peña, you couldn’t necessarily picture but you wondered how it would’ve changed him. Would he be the hardened man that you knew him to be? Would he be more of an empath, even with the incident that slipped out with Carrillo, an old “friend” that did something he couldn’t get over? Would he have the slight cigarette and alcohol problem that he has now? Seeing all those little things in him made you see another version of him that he kept hidden away, that despite all these mistakes that he felt made him a flawed person was a person that you could see redemption.

“Y/n, are you listening?” He snapped you out of your thoughts, and you shook a little bit.

“Yes, I’m listening.” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Then what did I just say?” You gulped, trying to remember what you guys were talking about.

“That…that you called Murphy a fucking hillbilly for duck hunting.” He nodded his head, and you thought you were in the clear.

“I did say that…five minutes ago,” You shook your head, and he smiled a little bit at your defeat. “But you seem to be falling asleep on me.”

“No. I promise I’ll stay up.” He made a tsk sound as he got up, taking the beer bottles with him that he had to throw out.

“You need to sleep. Tomorrow you have to go back to the hospital to get those stitches looked at.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll call a cab tomorrow to take me there.”

“I’m gonna take you.” You widened your eyes.

“You have work-“ He cut you off just as fast.

“What time is the appointment?” Javi was just as stubborn as you were, and you didn’t know if that was a good trait or a bad trait.

“Noon. I’m sure Crosby will be having you fill out something by then.”

“I’ll take you. Don’t worry about me.” The way he insisted on taking care of you was endearing, almost making you never want it to end when you knew it had to.

“Thank you, and are you going to see Joselyn again?”

“I haven’t seen her at all actually.” You were surprised at his admission. Joselyn seemed to be his favorite, and she was his new informant. You figured at some point he would’ve swung by to get something.

“Well what have you been doing then besides going to work and coming by to take care of me?”

“I usually sleep right after.”

“Well I’m getting better now. You don’t have to keep doing this.” He sighed loudly once he let you finish.

“But I want to. Do you want me to stop?” Your heart almost leaped out of your chest.

“No, but I don’t wanna force you-“

“You’re not forcing me to do anything. I want to do this, so let me.” It was the sincerity in his voice that caught you off guard. How was it that almost a week prior, this man was always at your throat and didn’t want to listen to your concerns, and here he was now, listening to them all and reassuring you that he was here for you? It made your head spin more than when it was spinning when you got shot.

“Okay, I will for now.” He rolled his eyes.

“Stubborn ass.” That earned a laugh from you.

“I learned from the best.”

“Mhm,” He hummed as he walked to the door and opened it. “Goodnight, Y/n.”

“Goodnight, Javi.” He closed the door behind him, and you got up to lock it, the pain not as bad as before where you could move a little freely without the cane. You turned off the light in your living room, making sure everything was right before you went to your bed, letting sleep take over as you could feel yourself slipping into a honey trap that seemed to be sweeter than what met the eye.

Javi walked in, hoping that this would go in his favor. Tomorrow would be the day he had to give you the papers, and he wasn’t sure how you would react. All you kept talking about was how you wanted to get back into action, make up for what happened and take down the cartel. He admired your perseverance, but he knew that telling you about the papers would break you when you worked hard to get here.

“Afternoon, Crosby.”

“Afternoon. How is Y/L/N?”

“She’s okay for the most part. The doctor said that she’s healed pretty nicely and that she’s all set to go back to work.”

“Yeah, back in the States,” Crosby mumbled, looking through papers. “When are you going to talk to her?”

“Soon. It’s not time yet.” Crosby slammed his hand down.

“Get to it. She needs to be out by Monday.” Javi was shocked.

“Monday? You didn’t tell me that the last time we spoke. We agreed on Wednesday so that it would give her time.”

“Change of plans, Peña. The new division wants her.” Maybe it was the shock more so than the feelings he swore he didn’t have but hearing that a new division wanted her already made it worse for him.

“What division?”

“They wouldn’t tell me. Just said that it would be in Texas and that she would be a better fit there than here.” Javi could see that Crosby was lying through his teeth, and faintly when he looked down, he saw your name next to the FBI division. He couldn’t see what it entailed fully, but you were sure that you would be on desk duty cleaning up after everyone else that didn’t want your job.

“But she got us Gilberto.” He tried to reason, but it fell on deaf ears.

“I don’t give a fuck about who got Gilberto. She has to go because she’s not fit to be here and you know that. I don’t know why you’re so hellbent on keeping her around, but she’s going whether you tell her or I do. And if I do, then you’ll be packing up with her too. Now get the hell out of my office.” Crosby ended it and picked up the phone to dial someone. Pena walked out, almost slamming the door behind him in anger because losing you to the fucking FBI was not something he wanted.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Feistl asked.

“Let me take a wild guess and assume that you and Van Ness over there are the ones that wanted Y/L/N out.” Feistl's eyes narrowed a little.

“She doesn’t belong here. At this point it was us or her, and I didn’t work my way up here to get it taken away by her.”

“Yet on your own doing with Van Ness, you were the ones that almost got your informant killed.” Javi remarked.

“Why do you care so much about whether she stays or goes?” Feistl was challenging him, and Javi’s face turned into a scowl.

“Because I don’t appreciate it when the two people that reassured her that she would have a place here are the same ones stabbing her in the back. Makes me not trust either one of you as well.” He walked off after he said that, feeling satisfied by the look of shock on Feistl’s face.

“Wait!” His calls went unanswered as Javi went to the elevator, the guilt now setting in as he knew that tomorrow would be the day.

You heard the doorbell ring, and you opened it, seeing that Javi had some takeout in his hand. You saw the logo, and you beamed at him.

“You remembered what I liked.” The soft smile etched across his face became more familiar to you with all the days that had passed. A smile that he reserved for you after hours.

“It’s the only meal you eat at work. Figured you would want this more than my cooking.” He stepped inside, and you closed and locked the door behind him.

“Well, it’s not that it was bad,” You trail off, a giggle escaping your lips.

“I could just take it back.” He moved to walk out the door, and you stopped him.

“No, please. I take it back!” You pleaded, and he stopped, smiling at his victory.

“That’s what I thought.” He handed you the food, and you took it, moving over to the island while he took off his jacket and shoes. You took out the plates as he got your remote and turned on the tv, seeing that it was already set on the telenovela you had watched earlier with him.

“Still watching Las Juanas?” You smiled, putting the plates on the table and the bag down, taking out the containers, and setting your servings.

“It’s not my fault that it’s good.”

“Y/n, there’s about 30 people in that show named Juana.”

“It’s good, Javi. You were drunk when you first watched it so you didn’t give it a chance.”

“That was the only reason I could watch it. Sober I would just want to kick myself in the ass.”

“Then put something else on then.” You compromised as you finished making the servings, getting the silverware, and walking over to him to put it on the coffee table. He moved past you to get the drinks, a beer for him and wine for you since it was safe for you to drink, or rather the doctor never told you that it was too soon to drink.

“I’ll leave it on for you.”

“For me? Really?” Your mocking tone earned a groan from him.

“Don’t push your luck.” He walked over to you and passed you the glass of wine before sitting down beside you.

“I’ve been pushing my luck this whole week. You seem to be all talk,” You put your leg on the couch, and he moved it up to put in on him, giving himself some more room to sit down. You were surprised that he didn’t move it off entirely, but you didn’t mind.

“When you’re healed, we’ll see about how much talk I am. I’m sure a little training will prove you wrong.”

“You’re on!” You agreed to his challenge as you both moved up to grab your plates, eating in silence as you watched Las Juanas, although he hated every second of it.

After about two episodes, you both got up to wash the dishes before he left for the night. You washed while he dried them, and you were feeling a little sad as this was the second to last night you would have with him before you were both resuming your everyday lives. And what you didn’t know was that by tomorrow, he was supposed to give you those papers he wanted to burn with his lighters and send you back to the states working for a division that hated women even more. Both of your hearts torn by similar and different reasons, all left unsaid.

“Do you want to go out tomorrow? Before you’re set to go back on Monday?” He asked.

“I would like that a lot. Where do you wanna go?” You looked at him as he was drying, seeing his arms flex as he wiped the plate dry.

“Anywhere you want. It’s your day.” He looked at you and winked.

“Can we go to the park then?” You asked, giving him the light pleading look that he couldn’t resist.

“Yes we can.” You cheered a little, the glass of wine getting to your head.

“I’m happy you’re taking me-“ You were going to finish when you began to slip, and Javi caught you in both of his hands. You held on to him, looking at him, and he was so close, breath fanning your lips. Eyes locked in, you didn’t know what to say. Hearts racing, you knew your face was getting hotter by the minute but time was seemingly stopped between you both, the only sound being the tap water running down your sink. Slowly, he pulled you up but was still dangerously close to you, hands wrapped around your face and yours near his arms.

“A-Are you okay?” He asked, hand slipping around your waist a little more.

“U-Uhm, yeah. I’m okay. Are you?” Your hands went up his arm, feeling how big they were as they went up to his shoulder.

“Mhm. I didn’t want you to fall on me although I’m used to it by now.” You hit his shoulder and moved away, slightly annoyed but also laughing at his remark.

“Right. These women are just throwing themselves at you, really.” You turned off the faucet as you were all done with the dishes. He finished drying off the dishes, putting them away, wiping his hands, and getting ready to leave.

“What time do you want to come by?” You were both moving away from the kitchen to the door, watching him put his shoes on.

“I’ll come by at 9. Gives you enough time to fix that bird’s nest of yours.”

“Maybe you’ll finally leave the 70s if you shave that mustache.” You shot back.

“I see I’m rubbing off on you.” He grabbed his jacket, throwing it on.

“Please. I’ve been doing this long before I met you.” You crossed your arms, and he was laughing at your mock irritation.

“I have more years on than you, Cielo.” You knew what Querida meant after looking it up in a dictionary, but Cielo was new.

“Cielo? What does that mean?” You were puzzled, and when you saw the playful look in his eye, you knew he was either not going to tell you, or it was a bad nickname.

“A little nickname I overheard. Fits you.” You rolled your eyes as the first choice came true.

“But you’re not going to tell me what it means?”

“Nope. It’s for me to know and for you to wonder.” You sighed, opening the door for him, and letting him walk out.

“You’re an ass, but goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning.” You stood by at the door, him turning to face you.

“Goodnight, Cielo.” Suddenly, you reached out to hug him, not processing the action before you did it. He stood there for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around you, holding you tight.

“T-Thank you, Javi. For everything.” Hearing you thank him made him feel warm but also worse inside. He held you tighter, crushing him, knowing he was holding back from telling the truth.

“Siempre, Y/n. B-But I know you have to sleep, so I’ll let you go.” He pulled away, knowing that tears threatened to come down if he held you any longer.

“See you tomorrow.” You were low, not trusting your voice to be any louder, or else it would’ve cracked. He turned away as you closed the door, your heart doubling in size as you knew you were done for after that.

You were finishing putting on your shirt when you heard a knock on the door. You walked over and opened it, seeing that Javi was again in tow with food.

“Good morning.” He was all smiles, a rare sight when it was nine in the morning. It was only after a cup of coffee where his face relaxed back to normal.

“Good morning. What’s this?” You pointed to the bag.

“Coffee from down the street and some treat the girl snuck in for me.” You moved to the side to let him in, and he walked in and put the food on the table.

“Let me guess, you flirted with her?” You asked as you closed the door.

“I just told her that her shirt looked nice,” You looked at him. “Okay and maybe I told her that she was pretty too.” You shook your head, knowing that he would always be the charmer.

“That sounds more like you.” You noted as you walked to the kitchen to grab the coffee, the sip of rich, fresh coffee, unlike the stale coffee you had at the Embassy left you happy. Javi took the treat and broke it in half, giving you the other piece.

“Oh, you can eat it all if you want.” You turned it down, but he put it in your hand anyways.

“Take the piece. I know you’re gonna like it anyways,” Given how much he cooked for you and got your favorite food around town, it didn’t surprise you. You took a bite, which was still warm, melting in your mouth, making you smile. “Didn’t I tell you?”

“You don’t know everything.” You pointed out.

“I know enough about you and your love for food.” He wasn’t wrong, but damn him for calling you out.

“That’s not the point.”

“Sure it isn’t.” He took a bite of his piece, and you both ate and drank the coffee quietly after that, taking in the warm Colombian sun as you didn’t have much time to appreciate these kinds of days. By sunrise, you were already in stacks of files trying to figure out what the next move should be to capture the godfathers. But this morning, all aglow, you were in ecstasy.

Soon after you were both finished, throwing everything out and getting ready to leave. Javi pulled out some papers from his bag and handed them to you. You looked at his face and he was a little tense, making you worry.

“What’s this?” You slowly took the papers, not wanting to look down to see what it was.

“Transfer papers.” You looked down and scanned it, seeing your name, change in division blacked out, everything that screamed you were being kicked out.

“You’re making me leave?” You wanted to kick yourself for your voice quivering, and Javi already regretting doing this.

“No! It’s just an option. After what happened I wanted you to know that you had the option to leave if you were thinking about it.” Lying through his teeth on the fly, it did nothing to quell your feelings.

“Do you want me to leave?” You dared to ask, looking up at him with bleary vision.

“I don’t think I should answer that.” A cop-out, his usual tactic in uncomfortable situations.

“Javi, you’ve been opening up to me these past few days. Why stop now?” You were breaking by the second, and he didn’t know if he could catch you or if you wanted him to.

“I don’t want it to influence your decision.” You saw right through him, and anger flashed through you.

“No, I get it. This was all a ploy to get me out. You never believed that I could do it but you couldn’t get me out on your own, not without a valid reason. But after getting shot, you figured you could nudge me into leaving without directly asking me to do so.” His worst fears came true, frantically shaking his head in disapproval.

“What? No! I would never do that!” You wiped your eyes and threw the papers on the counter.

“Or better yet, this was all Crosby’s doing. He told you to do this and you went along with it because you wanted to.” The tears stopped rolling, and you were on the verge of kicking him out. Time was of the essence, and Javi didn’t know how to fix anything.

“I-I didn’t want to-“ You scoffed in the middle of his sentence.

“I understand Javi, really. I’m supposed to now feel sorry as you couldn’t stand up to your boss so you just had to flirt your way in and then drop this bomb on me. The only thing I wouldn’t have expected was for this to happen so soon. This wasn’t even a full honeymoon.” Ire, a rare feeling that coursed through you influenced all that you were saying.

“Y/n, I’m sorry-“

“Yeah, you are. A sorry sack of shit because I didn’t deserve this, Javi. I fucking saved your life back there and this is what you do? Stab me in the fucking back all the while making me think that we had something special. Quite the fucking charmer, aren’t ya?” Your hands curled into fists as you tried not to blow a fuse, even when it was getting increasingly more complicated.

“Please, that’s not what happened. Querida-“

“Don’t you fucking call me that.”

“Y/n, I never meant for that to happen. I was trying to push away to soften the blow.” You couldn’t believe it. Soften the blow? In what way was he trying to soften the blow when he was doing everything to make you fall for him and then leave you hanging back in the new division while he and every other chauvinistic man had all the glory.

“It was already fucked the minute you came to see me! Everything you did made whatever the fuck this is worse. Just leave at this point since you were already planning on it.” You were going to walk to the door, but he grabbed your arm.

“You still need help-“ You pulled your arm away from him.

“Not from you, Javier! Not anyfuckingmore. Just get out, please.” Despite your anger making you lose all rational thought, your heart was still breaking as you didn’t expect this from him. Maybe others, but not him.

“I’m not leaving. Not until I tell you what happened because you only have part of the story.” You crossed your arms.

“What is it then? Because you couldn’t sleep with me? That would’ve been bad news for us both. New girl sleeps her way to the top and her sleazy boss can’t keep it in his pants?”

“Would you just listen to me? It’s not that. I wasn’t anticipating for this to happen between us so I tried to stop it. I just couldn’t, and it was fucking eating at me not being able to stop what I was doing with you. The more I tried, the worse it got.” If this was an attempt to get sympathy, he was failing at it.

“Then what is it then? You’re talking in circles.”

“I love you! Okay? I fucking love you.” A bombshell, but it went in one ear and out the other.

“You’re lying. This is your saddest attempt yet at lying.”

“No. Just listen to me. Would I have helped you the way I have these past few weeks? Would I have made sure that no one else would come to you about coming back early when I knew you were not ready? I wouldn’t be here at night to give you the comfort you need if I didn’t love you.” He was piecing it together, and slowly the anger lightened up, but you were still hurt, almost beyond repair.

“Then why did you lie this whole time, Javi? You waited until after you planned whatever this day was supposed to be to tell me.”

“Crosby changed the plans on me. Initially, he tasked me to do this as punishment for letting you go in for the raid. Feistl and Van Ness were put at desk duty, and because it was my call and shit show, I should’ve been grateful for only having to do this and give you the papers myself. It was supposed to be later this week but he told me to do it today since you’re supposed to be gone tomorrow morning.” The truth came out, and it made sense.

“So I had no say in this after all.” You were lower, and the sinking feeling of realizing that the rug was being pulled out from under you when all you wanted to do was dedicate your life to taking down drug lords was hard to grasp.

“You know how he is.”

“But that still doesn’t change what you did. You still knew and when you were here, you acted like everything was okay. I trusted you. Hell, I realized I loved you.” Your voice cracked at the last sentence, making his heartbreak.

“Y/n, I know you love me and I love you. Things can be different if you let me try.”

“How can this work? I’m supposed to be on a plane to the U.S. tomorrow and starting a new life while you’re here. Besides, I’m still hurt by all of this. How can I forgive you after this?” Heartstrings being pulled in different directions, you held on to the little table you had near your door to steady yourself, taking it in.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t even forgive myself for this. But I can fix some of this, I promise.” He walked up to you slowly, but still gave you some personal space.

“Javi, I have no choice but to go. There’s no way out of this.” A tear finally dropped down, and it escalated into a flash flood that wouldn’t stop no matter how hard you tried.

“There is.” He got up to you and wiped your tears, thumb rubbing back and forth against your cheek.

“How?”

“I recorded a conversation between me and Crosby. And then after I left, the recording stayed on as Feistl stopped me. The recording can prove that this was planned to get you out of here.” You looked up, slightly in shock.

“What did I do to make Feistl and Van Ness want me out?” Racking your brain, trying to see what you did wrong, you were confused.

“Feistl and Van Ness never liked it when you didn’t listen to them and you struggled when you first got here. My guess is that they saw you as a hassle, and when it came out that you were the one that first called out how dangerous the raid was instead of them considering that they were tasked with making this raid a success, they didn’t want the blowback. Crosby went to them first before me and when they said everything he wanted them to say, he jumped at the chance to get you out rather than keep you on.”

“So I was the lucky winner,” You felt stupid for believing that you had a team that wanted you to stay on. You should’ve known that this would’ve happened. “And Crosby was never too fond of me either the moment I got here, so I can’t be as surprised that he jumped at the chance.”

“I could bring this up to the board, see what they say.” His suggestion was nice, but there was too much at stake.

“I don’t want you to risk your job, Javi. Pacho, Miguel, and Don Chepe are so close to being caught.”

“You can still go back to the states, and I’ll take them down. When everything is said and done, the truth will come out. All of it. I’m not letting this go when you never deserved this.” Both of his hands cupped your face, and with all the emotions you were feeling, the one that stayed was your love for him despite everything.

“But then you’ll be out of a job. We both worked too hard to lose everything.” A position in Texas was not what you saw for yourself, but at least you could still find your way up the ranks later on. But for Javi to lose everything, it was hard to process.

“I want to leave anyways, Y/N. This job took everything from me and I got nothing back except a shitty promotion and no life outside of it. Besides, you’re going to be stationed in a FBI location in Texas. I’ll be 20 minutes outside of your post.” Your heart leaped at how close you two would be, even if things shouldn’t have turned out this way.

“He told you?”

“He left the file out, and he should know that I have wandering eyes,” For the first time since you took the papers, you laughed.

“I know you do.”

“This is going to work. Don’t overthink it, Querida.” He pressed his forehead against yours, and you let him, trying to wrap your head around what happened in the past 10 minutes. Maybe tomorrow it would hit you more, but to be in this moment, it made everything seem to be a little easier because you had him, the one person in this shit job that wanted the best for you.

“Okay. Let’s make the most of this day before I leave then.” You agreed, and that was how you left it for a moment. Standing near your door, trying to find the positives with the man you chose to save, and now, he was saving yours.

Sitting at your desk a little after 9, you finished the stack of files that had been there the day before, and you made sure that the meeting tomorrow that you had to lead was in order as well. You had a long day ahead of you, and it had been like that for a while. After 3 grueling months of trying to prove your worth, you were sure that it would lead to something, maybe a promotion or perhaps going out into the field again. You knew that, but with everything that happened back with the DEA, you wondered if the FBI would be the same. Everyone here treated you mostly as an equal, but with all the time that passed, you were beginning to feel disillusioned with it all.

You wanted the world to be a better place, but with the politics of the job, constantly trying not to step on anyone’s toes, and having to do some things by the book when everyone knew that you had to get things done by getting your hands dirty, it seemed impossible. The main thought ringing in your head was what Javi had mentioned to you the last day you were together. He was tired of it all, giving his life to this job and not getting much out of it. Would it make sense to do what he did or maybe get out early, a restart at doing something that felt meaningful to you? What that would mean for you was a question only time could answer, but it was something you couldn’t ignore as much as you thought you could. Knowing that you had a bit of a drive to get back home, you grabbed your purse and pushed your chair in. You grabbed the files and walked to your boss's office when Brian stopped you.

“You’re leaving now?” You turned your head to face him.

“Yeah. I finished all the paperwork and everything is stacked in alphabetical order. I’m sure Diaz can work through it now.”

“At this point he just wants you to do it all for him while he gets all the glory.” You hummed in response.

“One, that’s over my pay grade and two, I’m not going to inadvertently hand him the accolades that inflate his ego more than what it is already.”

“You and me both. But goodnight, Y/N. I’ll see you in the morning.” Brian let you go, and you walked up the stairs to Diaz’s office, seeing that he was still there finishing up. You knocked on the door, and he tilted his head up.

“Those files are done?” He asked as you walked in.

“Yes sir. All in alphabetical order and loose ends taken care of.” You placed them on the side of his desk.

“Good work, Y/L/N. Are you all set for the meeting tomorrow?” He finished signing something as he looked up at you once more.

“Yes. I’ll be here first thing tomorrow morning at 6.” You clasped your hands together, waiting for him to let you leave.

“Good. I have one question for you before you leave.”

“I’m all ears.”

“I looked over your file and got on the phone with Robinson. He told me the training you did at the base was stellar.” The training was great last week. A struggle at first, but by the middle of the second day, it felt as though you hadn’t forgotten it.

“Thank you, sir. Robinson helped me a lot over there.”

“You’re welcome. Based on those two things, I have a proposition for you with going back out to the field.” Your ears perked up, but the feeling in your stomach was not the same.

“When would this be?”

“Preferably this upcoming weekend. We would send you and him to New York to investigate a series of murders that the police called us to help them with. Perez would lead as he was tasked with this first, but he agreed to take you under his wing to help you.” A field mission after 3 months, and you were in shock. Perez was a decent leader, but you did not expect him to agree to take you on as he was seasoned, at least out on the field for 8 years. A dream to go to New York as well, fulfill your dreams of bringing peace to the world, but it didn’t ignite the spark that it should’ve. You should’ve been holding back the grin as you did before when you were assigned to work in the DEA, looking forward to packing your bags to put your best foot forward in a new place. But now, it didn’t feel the same.

“Can I sleep on it for tonight and give you an answer tomorrow?" Diaz looked at you with a raised brow.

“I thought you would be jumping at this opportunity.” He sat back in his seat.

“I am appreciative of it, really. I didn’t think you would consider me for the job since I haven’t been here for long, but it is a lot to take in. I haven’t been on the field since that raid.” It was a plausible excuse rather than telling him that you were pondering on the idea of putting in your papers by the end of the week, but you didn’t want to be rash.

“I understand. I’ll give you tonight, but I need an answer by tomorrow.”

“Yes sir. Have a good night.” You pulled up your purse as you were beginning to walk out.

“You as well.” You walked out of his office to the elevator, pressing the garage level. As the levels went down, so did your expectations of staying here. It felt more final as you got to the level that your life was starting over.

You walked out of the elevator and into the garage when you saw a dark silhouette on the wall. You took a look, walking a little bit closer with your gun still on your hip. You undid the strap, but you stopped dead in your tracks when the figure walked up to you. Out from the shadows was him, somewhat shorter, with cleaner hair, the same porn stache you made fun of, tight black shirt donned with his aviators hanging by the shirt. You were frozen as he was invading your personal space.

“Long time no see,” He took your hand, and you finally softened up, intertwining yours with his. “And you remembered to have your gun on you at all times.”

“Well with the stunt you just pulled, I have to do those things now.” You squeezed his hand, trying to grasp that he made it out alive. “You’re out of the DEA now?”

“Crosby didn’t take it all that well when I brought the tapes to the board. Since then, he’s been put under review and Feistl and Van Ness have been shipped off to somewhere in the states, far from here. I left shortly after.” He squeezed your hand back.

“I heard you did an interview too.” The interview made rounds in the FBI as most of them knew you worked with him, and when you listened to it, you were in shock and awe.

“I figured why go out quietly when I could make a little noise.” His little Cheshire smile made you smile.

“Sounds about right.”

“You’re all done for the night?” He began walking down to his car, just a few slots before your car.

“Yeah. Planning on going home to sleep and lead this meeting tomorrow morning.” You sounded exhausted, but Javi could hear that you weren’t as interested in it as you should’ve been.

“You don’t sound happy about it. I thought you would want that.” You stopped in your tracks.

“I do! Well, I don’t know. Diaz, my boss up there even gave me an option to go back out to the field in New York this weekend with this other guy Perez.” You were swaying on your feet.

“What did you say?”

“I need the night to sleep on it.” He knew from there what you were thinking.

“You’re thinking about leaving aren’t you?” You bowed your head a little.

“Maybe,” He took his other hand and lifted your head up, raising his brow. “I don’t know what to do, Javi. I worked so hard these past 3 months to get back to where I was. I was close even when I got here to being put out entirely.”

“What does your gut tell you?”

“To leave. It’s a second chance to get out on the field that I never thought I would get back, but it doesn’t feel right. I don’t feel right here.” You finally admitted to yourself, and there was a little smile on his face seeing that you were finally thinking about what you really wanted.

“Then leave. Put in your papers tomorrow and start over.”

“What will I do then?” You asked, more to yourself than him.

“That’s for you to find out, not for me to tell you, cielo.” He rubbed his thumb against your chin.

“What are you going to do then?” Your free hand trailed up his arm absentmindedly, going to his shoulder.

“Going back to Laredo. Work with my dad, find my place here back home.”

“Are you happy doing that?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.

“I left because I needed to chase after something I thought I wanted. But now that it’s done, I’m happy going back home.”

“Then why did you drive here to see me?” You questioned further, feeling him move in closer.

“Because you’re someone I want.” You were back in that position you were in back in Colombia, and it was tension in the garage. No one else was there, only you two, and all the feelings you had pushed away to focus on work were on the surface.

Finally seizing the moment, you kissed him, hand moving to his neck as he followed suit, slow yet passionate as you poured all the love you had for him into one kiss. You pulled back slowly, breathless as you were processing what happened and where this would take you in the future. His forehead rested against yours, and you felt goosebumps all over, the hairs standing up on your neck.

“You ready to go home?” He asked after catching his breath.

“Let’s go home.”

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What is your favorite quote from afo? Adore your blog btw :)

thank you 💜💜💜💜

I would say my favorite has to be this one from 374

for heroes and villains alike this sentiment remains true. we see how many of the heroes were influenced as children by the great heroes they saw on tv so they wanted to be like them. we see this a lot particularly with all might as so many point to him as being their inspiration to becoming a hero.

and with the villains we see how a lot of the trauma that turned them what they are today stems from their own childhood. we see how toga was abused by her parents for her desires, how endeavors neglect after shoto's birth made touya obsessed with getting his father to look at him, and how being an orphaned child growing up in the streets during a time of chaos made afo want to force everyone to look at him just like the way the villain in his comic did.

characters remembering their origin in bnha is important as it reminds them of where they came came from and what they're working towards, which inspires them to keep going even when it gets difficult. some of the biggest power ups we see are done shortly after a character begins to recall their origin. people smarter than me have done whole metas on this, and I can't find them right now, but bnha makes a point to emphasize how childhood shapes a lot of who we are today.

I remember I used to say this quote hinted towards afo having a terrible childhood himself considering the way he turned out and I was correct in that assumption.

my second favorite is his rant to kurogiri while playing with some toy blocks in vigilantes where he describes how society creates its own villains and allows him to exploit those it rejects to use for his own purposes. he doesn't have to take an active role to create more villains, society does majority of the work themselves and he benefits from the results. society's own apathy and cruelty towards those who don't conform to it's standards allow people like afo to take advantage of those rejects.

and I can't forget his iconic oopsie daisy when cutting off one of endeavors arms

and with chapter 423 out....

yeah :')

#was going to post this sooner but then the leaks had came out and I knew I had to include this too

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small rant abt my Obsessive Choso fic below the cut lol. I am lady gaga as Harley Quinn, that's how I feel thinking abt my fic

I have my own reasons as to why Choso nd reader r so awkward ok, for me, I have never had a male friend who was just a friend, they always had secret intensions. So I put myself in readers shoes, and instead of feeling uncomfortable- because it's Choso.

I see reader being okay with him having a thing for them. And seeing as that's all they've ever known; was men pretending to be nice for only one reason. I write reader as trying to just get the whole 'fake friendship' that they think Choso wants, over with. And just start dating. And ive always wanted to have a male friend who didn't just want to be friends with me for the sole purpose of pulling me. So I write about Choso wanting to be just friends, and get to know reader better before doing anything. And thus; reader wants Choso because he's nice and he's a friend, and Choso doesn't want to speed things up because he doesn't want to make reader uncomfortable. THIS is why I haven't written about them kissing or doing anything. ive always disliked slow burns but for Choso? he's worth it.

in most of everything I write, I put a piece of my own experiences, and my own feelings in them. I don't write just because I know there's an audience for it, I write because a specific topic makes me feel something, or remember something. That's why I write of reader being flirty and wanting for him to put his batteries in and make a move. because I have been known to do that once or twice- oopsies.

I came close to having a male friend who I thought was just a friend, but he eventually turned out to be very strange and only wanted to take my virginity. SO I write about Choso being a gentleman and being soooo nice because, for me personally; that's a trait my dream man would have. Patience and well mannered. EVEN IF HES A STALKER.

#choso my beloved #choso kamo #jjk #I wanted to get this out of my head sorry #⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨Ten speaks୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

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The Impaler {Billy Loomis x Female!Reader x Stu Macher}

Wordcount: 7487 (Oopsies) Summary: Billy gets jealous of the fact that you have to work with Stu on a project. He makes sure it’s a real hands-on sort of experience. Notes: Contains: choking, blowjobs, rough blowjobs, bondage, m/f penetration, facial, threesome, degrading talk, insults, swearing, dominating behavior.

You could hear him at your window. Music was playing from your speaker softly, not loud enough to interrupt your concentration, and not loud enough to hear the jiggling of the lock. You looked over your shoulder to see a knife coming through the bottom, trying to get at the lock. You probably should have been frightened. There was a murderer loose in Woodsboro. That could be him now, trying to get into your room. Any moment now you were expecting to see the stupid mask that he apparently wore, rising into view. But you weren’t scared. In fact, you were just feeling exasperated, and tired. It had been a long day and you weren’t in the mood for any visitors. You rolled your eyes and went back to your book, hoping that he would give up, that he wouldn’t get past the lock that you put down when you got home because of this bad mood. But that stubbornness was strong. It’s what you had found so appealing about him in the first place. That and the bad boy look, the way that his hair always hung in his eyes like he was Johnny Depp in Cry Baby. Billy Loomis managed to get the lock, push it off to the side and push your window up. First one jean clad leg and then the other, the rest of his body ducking low to avoid getting hit as he swung into your bedroom.

“What the fuck,” Billy said, as you didn’t turn around, your eyes perusing the page. You didn’t give him the satisfaction of looking at him. At taking in those dark eyes, the jacket that you knew that he was wearing despite the warmth outside. You knew that you’d fall again and your books here wouldn’t have a single chance of competition. Read, read, read. “Y/n. Look at me.”

You really tried. But he had taken the steps to be right behind you. To take your chin in his hand and force your head to look in his direction. Eye contact, you were a sucker for it, and you knew that you were done for. His own eyes were filled with flames. He was angry, and that was never a good thing for a Loomis. How many nights have you held him while he ranted about his father. While he let himself be vulnerable in front of you, something that he never did in front of anyone. Not even in front of his so called girlfriend. Sydney Prescott. She knew about the abuse, there was no hiding it, but he kept her still at arm’s length.

“It’s been a long day, Billy,” You sighed, your shoulders slumping. “I’ll listen to you if you need to talk but if you’re looking for something more from me tonight, I’m sorry. Not in the mood, and too tired.” And what was that something more that he might have been looking for? You. Your body, your lips, whatever he needed, you usually gave. Even with him having a girlfriend. And even with - well, Randy. You weren’t dating the film nerd but people always assumed that you were. You thought that even thought that there was something going on between you two when you just felt nothing. It was cruel to let him continue thinking that there was something there, that’s true, but you just couldn’t hurt him like that. You just prayed that another girl would come along and take his fancy, then you’d be off scott free.

“Oh, it’s been a long day for you?” Billy asked. “Oh, okay, I’m so sorry. It’s not like I’ve been looking around all over the fucking city for you when your mom told me you didn’t come home after school.”

Shit. Right. You had forgotten to tell her that you would be running late - of course she would be dramatic with Billy when he called. She had given you a hard time when you finally got back, and you tuned her out, learning how to do that when you were a kid. If she mentioned Billy calling at all, it was in one ear and out the other.

“I’m sorry,” You said, not being able to avert your eyes. “Harrison gave us a big project and I met up with my partner at the library to talk about it. Well, I talked about it mostly, he just sort of-”

“Who?” Billy asked, his eyes narrowing. “You said he.”

For someone with a girlfriend, he really could be a jealous asshole sometimes. That was part of his charm. Randy completely thought that Billy hated him because of the rumors that went around. Whenever you sat close to him to avoid feeling like a fifth wheel beside Tatum, Stu, Sydney and Billy, there were glares coming from his direction. It made you feel special, despite the fact that he didn’t have ground to stand on.

“Stu,” You said, slowly, trying to avert your eyes as his own started to flare up. His eyebrows shooting high.

“Like Stu?” He asked, as if he wasn’t quite sure that he heard you. “Our Stu. My Stu. Macher?”

“I don’t know of any others,” You said, but quickly put out your hand to touch his arm. “It’s okay though, right? Like you said, it’s Stu. Our Stu, your Stu, Macher,” You repeated his words. “It’s just a history report about some historical figure. We figured out that it was going to be Vlad Dracul - his idea because he loves those shitty Dracula movies, and that I’d do most of the work and let him sign off on it. Get him an easy grade. If I let him do anymore than his name, I know I’ll lower my grade to a D for sure. Can’t have that in Harrison’s class.”

You were talking too much, you knew that by the way that he wasn’t looking reassured at all. You had hoped that he would. It was Stu after all, his best friend. There should be nothing to be jealous about there, right? But apparently not.

“Right,” He said, nodding, letting go of your face and backed towards the window. He purposefully made himself farther away, it was clear to see. “So you didn’t tell me that you were going to be with Stu tonight. Or your mom. And he didn’t mention it either. How fucking convenient.”

“Really, Billy? Are you going to make accusations about Stu and I?” You scoffed. “You can be ridiculous sometimes but that’s a big fat no.”

“I just find it ... funny,” Billy said, though his face didn’t show any sort of amusement. “Right, well, I’ll leave you to your super important project that you’re doing with Stu,” He growled out the name of his best friend. “Since that’s clearly what matters most to you. Maybe I’ll go see what Sydney’s doing. Crawl up her window. At least she appreciates it when I do it.”

“Fine,” You said, crossing your arms, trying not to give in though he knew. He had to have known. That’s where your weak point was. Sydney. That every time he mentioned her name or their relationship, it was a stab in your heart. “You can even tell her that I say hello, if you want. Though I don’t think you will. You’re still keeping us a secret and all that,” You shot right back.

“That’s how it is?” He asked, sticking one leg out and straddled the windowsill. “Fuck, how many times do I have to tell you? She’s still upset over her mom, I can’t just be that asshole.”

“And I didn’t pick my partner for this assignment, and I’m not just going to let Stu down. I can’t be that asshole,” You said, turning his own words against him. He scoffed at you. He actually scoffed, and then let himself out through your window, climbing down the trellis. He even left it open which he knew annoyed the shit out of you. You had to get up, head over, and slam it down, turning the lock again, though clearly it did little good. You thought for a moment and then wedged a piece of wood over top of it so it couldn’t slide open more than a couple of inches, even if it was unlocked. That would have to do.

Your classmates filtered out of the room slowly, but you stayed behind with Stu for a moment. The guy had almost gotten himself suspended today because of that smartass mouth and that goofy smile. The class clown, that’s what he tended to be. “If you want a decent grade, Stu, you’ve got to at least act like you’re doing some of the work,” You sighed, getting up from your desk and picked up your books along with you. “Harrison will figure that you picked the topic but come on, that’ll only get you like ten marks. Don’t you want to graduate?”

Stu laughed in his usual way. He was a lot more of a casual guy than Billy was. He put his arm around your shoulders, his lanky frame being at least a head above you. He usually just put his elbow on top of your head and leaned on it so this was a rather nice difference. “Just don’t do my parts too well. Throw in some spelling mistakes. Maybe a dirty joke, that’ll make it seem like it’s really me. I’m fuckin’ counting on you. Do me proud!”

You both walked out of the classroom like that. Just chatting. Just laughing. He was giving you some jokes that you should put in about all of the impaling. And you knew that you would have to if you wanted it to be realistic. You were laughing at one particular one when a bad feeling came over you. The feeling of being watched. Everyone was on edge with the Ghostface killer being around but this felt different, familiar, more dangerous.

Billy. He was standing at the end of the hallway. His eyes were piercing into yours, staring at you. Staring at the way that Stu had his arm around you. You quickly brushed that arm off, which caught Stu’s attention. He looked at you, and then down the hall. “Shit,” He sighed.

“Wait, you know?” You asked, furrowing your brows.

“About you and Loomis? Course I know. He tells me everythinnngggg...” And then he looked you up and down with his creepy Stu Macher smile as if to emphasize his point. You groaned and pushed him away from you with all of your might, causing that thin form to go flying towards the lockers.

“You’re making it worse,” You hissed, and looked back down the hall to see if Billy was still there. He wasn’t. And that didn’t bring you any relief.

You walked down the stairs in the front of the school, reading over your notes again. You just had a big quiz in your final class and you were mentally checking off what you had put down. It was seeming like it went well. You might have gotten one or two things confused but - you’d still get a good grade. You’d been worried about Billy throughout most of the day. Wondering what he was going to pull because there was always going to be something. Maybe he would do that thing where he’d be super affectionate with Sydney in front of you, knowing how much that affected you.

But to your surprise, you heard a honk. Billy Loomis’s car was idling by the front steps. students walking past it to get to their bus stop or walk home. It wasn’t that out of the ordinary for him to call to you. You were all in the same friend group. But he was waving you over, impatience already showing on his features. “Come on, y/n,” He said, his window rolling down. He looked like the epitome of bad boy right there. The slight snarl. The hair in his face. Those cheekbones that you loved running your tongue along. When you didn’t move fast enough, when you stared at him curiously, he pressed down on the horn, letting out a loud, annoying blast.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” You said, scurrying forward, holding onto the strap of your bag. You curled in to get in the passenger seat, setting your bag down by your feet.

“Where are we going?” You asked as he started to drive. It wasn’t the direction of your house. It wasn’t the direction of his place either. He was taking you to the nicer side of town. “Billy?”

“Taking you to Stu’s,” He said, his voice steady, his eyes on the road. His jaw seemed clenched. “Taking you to work on that important project of yours. That’s what you would have been doing anyway, wasn’t it?”

“Well, not today, probably sometime on the weekend...” You said, looking out the window. “I don’t have the materials to work on Dracul today.”

“That’s not the project that I’m talking about,” Billy said.

“Then what is?” You questioned. He didn’t answer, just adding to your budding frustration. He turned the radio up. Some rock station. It must be broadcasting from another town with a really strong signal since every other station was talking about the murders. Scaring people into a frenzy. It was the last thing on your mind right then, since it was apparent that there were other dangers to face.

Stu’s house came upon you sooner than you hoped that it would. The tall boy was waiting by the door, wearing that ugly robe of his, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Billy got out of the car first, came around, opened your door, and all but tugged you out. “Billy-”

“Fuck’s going on, man?” Stu asked. Though he hardly seemed concerned. Was that even a word that he knew? He kept on having that stupid smile on his face. The one that never left. It was a bit eerie now that you thought about it. How could Tatum stand it for long periods of time?

“It’s time to work on your project,” Billy said, smiling in return. He kept one hand on your back, pushing you, making you roughly pass by Stu and into the house. “That’s what you both wanted. And I’m here to help.”

“That’s cool dude, yeah,” Stu said, being agreeable as always. If he sensed something off about Billy, he was seeming to embrace it rather than be scared of it. You were so hesitant, you tried not to move, tried to drag your feet, but Billy just would not let you. You were pushed on up the stairs. Stu even helped. He grabbed hold of your arms and hoisted you up over his shoulder. “I got some movies from the video store! Horror movie research!”

“That’s not what I was talking about,” Billy said, following Stu in. You were hitting the lanky man’s back but it was making no difference at all. You watched as Billy closed the door. Turned the lock. That made you gulp. Stu turned around so you were now facing the staircase rather than Billy. Once more, you felt more afraid of not seeing him than actually being able to watch what he was doing.

“Fuck man, I don’t wanna read the book,” Stu whined. “The movies are so much better.”

“Take her up to your room,” Billy said. Stu hesitated, just like you had, but he did eventually turn around and start the walk. You could feel the bounce of every step. And you could look into Billy’s dark eyes again. He looked calm, unsettlingly calm.

“Billy?” You asked again. It came out as more of a plea for answers than anything, but he just shook his head. The bad feeling was growing more and more in the pit of your stomach.

Stu opened a door and took you inside. You had been in this house for parties before but never in his bedroom. You didn’t have much of a chance to look around before you were dropped down on the bed with a bounce. You tried to get up but immediately, Billy was on top of you, his knee against your stomach, fighting against your hands. “Billy - stop - for fuck’s sake -”

Stu just laughed, seemingly finding your fighting to be funny. Billy didn’t though. Billy looked over his shoulder at him annoyed. “You’re the one that wanted this,” He said, turning back to glare at you. “So don’t act like you don’t.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You insisted.

“Got those ropes still?” Billy asked Stu, who nodded. You weren’t going to be getting any help from your history partner, that was becoming really obvious. Stu actually moved forward to help. Billy held you down while Stu slipped them around your wrists, the other ends tied around the bed-frame. You didn’t even really have time to wonder how kinky Tatum was before you found yourself strapped up. Billy finally stepped off of you.

“Okay, okay, you got me,” You said with a nervous laugh. “You’re scaring me. That’s what you wanted right? I’m scared. I’ll never blow you off again. I’ll ask Harrison if I can switch partners. I’ll find a way to make it happen. Be with - a girl or something so you never have to get nervous. No, wait, I’ll do it myself. Just please, Billy, let me go.”

“Awww, you’re gonna leave me high and dry like that?” Stu asked, squatting down on the ground to be at eye level with you. He still had that obnoxious grin. “I’d never pass it on my own.”

“B-but,” You blubbered. Billy tightened up the wrist straps, then kicked over Stu who whined on the ground like a child. He took Stu’s place, looking into your eyes. There wasn’t even the slightest bit of affection in his.

“You’re going to be a good girl,” He said. “You’re going to go through with your project right here and right now, in front of me, instead of sneaking around behind my back. But after this, you’re going to remember that you’re mine. Or - I can let you go right now and you’ll never see my face again.”

That didn’t feel like a threat exactly. It felt like a break up. And even though you were scared, there was nothing more horrifying than the thought of him leaving you. Of going and actually being happy with Sidney. Going and living the white picket fence life with her when you would do ANYTHING for him, anything at all. You nodded. Against your better judgement. While restrained. With tears coming into your eyes.

The lights turned off. It made you yelp, surprising you. Then the flicker of a lighter and candles started to be lit. Stu was being a happy participant, even if he didn’t know what was really going on. The room was lit up by the light glow of the candles, creating a weird ambiance. This felt like something out of The Craft. If Billy practiced witchcraft, that was something new to you. But then again, this was Woodsboro. There was a murderer on the loose, anything could happen.

But you still had absolutely no idea what this had to do with Dracula.

“What do you want me to do?” You asked, trying to keep the sob out of your voice.

“You wanted to learn more about an impaler. That’s what you’re going to do,” Billy said, sounding as emotionally constipated as ever.

An Impaler. The impaler. You breathed in sharply through your nose and started to tug at your restraints a little more. Look for the stake. They were going to kill you, oh fuck, they were going to - Billy whispered something over to Stu, who looked at him with surprise, that grin slipping for a moment before it came back tenfold. He nodded, and - started to take off clothes. First came off that stupid robe and then his pants. His boxers slid down with them and he stepped in close to you. His cock was exactly like him. It bobbed in front of your face, causing you to draw back as much as your restraints would allow.

Impale.

He was going to get Stu to fuck you.

Oh shit. This was hardly how you expected things to go and yet - you were relieved. It wasn’t as bad aas you thought that it was going to be, even if it was a complete shock. You looked up at Stu who had that maniacal grin still on his face, then over to Billy who looked entirely serious. The contrast between them always stood out to you, but not as startlingly so until now. You slowly nodded. You didn’t want him to leave you. You loved him, even with his jealous ways. Even if some of your friends would call such a relationship toxic. Even with Sidney in the way.

That was all that the two boys needed.

Billy wrapped his hand around your throat, his thumb rubbing circles against your esophagus. It wasn’t the most pleasant feeling. He squeezed it, until you were struggling for air, all the while, Stu’s cock bounced up and down on top of your lips. It felt like he was teasing himself, or - being reluctant with Billy there. You started to see black spots appear around the corners of your vision, and finally attempted to turn your head out of Billy’s grip but with your arms and legs being restrained, it was impossible. He loosened a little, letting you breathe, and then tightened back up. It went on like this for another moment or so - tightening and then loosening, until you could feel your pulse inside of your own brain.

And then it was Stu’s turn. They were looking at each other with smirks as they took turns turning your lights off, so to speak. You were starting to wonder if they really were going to kill you. It was Billy’s hand again on you, while Stu started to pull your shirt up, exposing your stomach. His hands roamed over it. And then he departed for a second, only to come back with a pair of scissors. Your eyes went wide as he started to cut up your shirt. You wanted to protest but given the fact that you weren’t getting enough air to breathe, you didn’t have a choice but to accept it. A slap on your left breast, and then your right, as Stu was having fun with what he was seeing. “I can see why you’re always sneaking behind Sydney’s back,” He laughed, tweaking your nipple. “She’s got great tits.”

“Careful,” Billy warned, loosening his grip. “She’s still mine.”

It brought goosebumps on your exposed flesh to hear those words. And the way that he was talking. That they were both talking. Like you weren’t even there, or couldn’t listen. They weren’t talking to you, they were talking about you. Around you.

“I - I -” You tried to say, but then Stu interrupted whatever you were trying to attempt.

“Is your hand not big enough for her throat? I can still hear her man.”

“Shut her up with something else then,” Billy shrugged, letting go, making you cough as air tried to fill your lungs. You were blinking slowly, trying to get the dancing spots out of your vision. They were everywhere, like black dust. You didn’t have much time for relief though. Billy’s words had hardly gotten into your head, not with your brain feeling like it was thumping as a warning to get more oxygen. They turned you over, causing the restraints to twist and tighten, so painfully apparent. And then something long was shoved into your mouth, depriving you again.

You blinked, and felt some little hairs against your face. It was Stu then. Billy kept himself groomed. Your lips wrapped willingly around the shaft just to make it easier on yourself. The musty scent of a man filling your nostrils. The taste. The only man you had blown before was Billy and his taste was different. The whole thing was different. Stu was longer, reaching deeper into the back of your throat, fucking with your gag reflexes. You were choking on him. And it had an upward curve to it, like a banana. It made even coming close to swallowing it all down near impossible. Billy, on the other hand - well, you didn’t have a moment to think about Billy when Stu started to move his hips. A hand took hold of your hair, pulling it all behind you, keeping it out of your face while also gaining control of your motions. Pushing your head more and more until your nose was squished against a pelvis. “That’s it - give it to her,” Billy grunted. “Come on, take this shit.”

He let go of you and this time it was Stu’s hands that locked around your hair. For just a second, the dick fell out of your mouth, and for a reason that you could not explain to yourself, you hungrily went looking for it. “Christ,” Stu cursed, and put you back into his mouth. Your throat was making obscene noises as you took him down. Gagging. Air trying to come up. Saliva filling your mouth and coating him. “That’s good shit.”

“Yeah, man,” Billy said, sitting down at the end of the bed. “Fuck her throat. That’s what she’s been wanting after all.”

“You really think so?”

“Look how she’s gargling it down, I’d say so. Try to arch your back there, y/n, really make it sexy.”

You were laying on your stomach, barely able to raise your head. Stu was having to crouch low to fuck your throat in that position. But you tried. You tried to arch your back. Tried to make yourself pretty for Billy, even while you had his best friend’s cock halfway down to your stomach. “Push that ass up,” He commanded. So you tried. You dug your knees into the mattress to try to raise your ass, your waist just barely rising up from the sheets. You were rewarded for that with a couple of really hard smacks. Even with your pants and underwear still on, it stung. It was only going to get worse, you could feel that. So you tried to enjoy what you could. Enjoy the taste. Sucking dick was a turn on, weirdly enough. It was often your foreplay with Billy.

You gasped with every stinging slap. Sometimes the noise came out when Stu had pulled himself out, but sometimes it came out more as a strangled cry when he thrust back in. Then he took hold of your hair again. Pulling it. You thought it was going to come out, he had such a stronghold on it. Taking it since Stu kept neglecting it and then wrapped his hand around your throat again. He started to laugh. “Fuck man, I can feel your dick all the way down here.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s see if you can feel it in her stomach?” Stu laughed, sticking his tongue out and really pushed his pelvis forward.

“You think pretty highly of yourself,” Billy chuckled. You didn’t have a chance to get in on the joke. You could barely even hear them over you. Your ears were filled with blood as your throat was getting fucked over and over, thoroughly. This went on for another minute before Stu finally had enough of your mouth and pulled himself out. Your breath came out in a gasp, heavy and painful. Billy could be rough sometimes but it was nothing compared to what that was. Spit dribbled out of your mouth, down onto the bed, creating a large puddle. It was so thick, it didn’t sink in right away, just sat on the surface. And then you were turned around.

There was hardly a moment to feel relief at the restraints becoming untangled. Or even as Billy was undoing the ones on your ankles so you could move. You were still trying to get your breath back, get the tears out of your eyes. “You gonna be good?” Billy asked before he fully removed the restraint from your left ankle.

“Yes, sirs,” You nodded, finally being able to breathe through your nose, adjusting your jaw to try to get rid of the discomfort. Your pants were then cut off, the scissors gliding close to the seams up the sides, the metal against your skin. A fan was blowing around the room, and you just started feeling it now. Stu crawled over your body until he was between your legs and you saw how big he was, how crazy it was that that ... thing had fit down your throat as far as it did. Now it stood stark, reaching past his belly button, creating a shadow. He could be used as a sundial in a pinch.

“Go on,” Billy said, giving Stu further permission. “You were going to a report on impalement. So do a presentation.”

Your eyes shot wide open when that cock stabbed into you, filling you completely. No lubrication save for the leftover spit that had been dripping off of him. “Oh fuck, I think she liiiikkesss it,” Stu said, rotating his hips. Really playing with you. Your mouth gaped open once more, every thrust sending you reeling. And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, Stu was right - you were really enjoying it. You could feel him going in with less and less resistance from yourself. Your legs spread, he held your knees up with his palms, and kept on laughing and making crude comments until Billy finally had enough, reached over and slapped him upside of the head.

“Can’t say she’s not a team player. Play with your tits for us,” He commanded down at you. Your hands were freed, and you did what he asked you to do, pulling and grabbing at your nipples as your breasts swayed with each thrust. Any protests that you had came out as moans instead of groans. Especially when you settled into a nice groove between the thrusts, your own hips being pushed up and the sensitive feelings of your nipples being played with. He was really railing into you, but the thing about Stu is that he did a lot of teasing, not just with his mouth either. He pulled out and replaced himself with two fingers, pushing in and out quickly, a frantic pace but controlled. His thumb kept brushing against your clit, and then circling it until you felt that feeling start to overtake you.

“Oh shit dude, think she’s gonna?” Stu asked and Billy smirked, knowing your body well. Knowing your reactions. You were gaping like a fish out of water, the muscles in your thighs and inside of you contracting as that feeling, that pure white bliss, was coming in closer and closer. But then - a few seconds of emptiness. You whined as you felt it all come to an end. But then you were filled again. Stu sunk deeply into you and you moaned in relief.

What had started off as a confusing assault was turning into something so pleasurable. Your throat still hurt. Your fingers still played at your breasts, grabbing them, fingers sinking into flesh. You wanted their approval. You wanted Billy’s approval, no matter how cruel he could be.

Stu took hold of your hair, snatching it to pull your head up, bending you at the neck uncomfortably and plowing. “I’m - I’m -" You said, confirming what Stu was asking earlier. Your insides were clenching at him. Milking him. Trying to get ever last drop of pleasure out of the experience but Stu turned your head roughly and made you face Billy while he kept on thrusting.

“Don’t you dare,” Billy said, licking his lip. You groaned. “You’re such a slut, wanting to cum over Stu’s dick while I’m sitting right here. So fucking dirty.”

You really tried to keep it at bay, trying to listen to him. But it rushed over you anyway, that feeling that took your breath away. Stu kept hitting you juuuust right. His hand was back to circling your clit quickly, causing you to make quite a mess. Stu paused and then started to laugh. “She just fucking squirted man!”

“I see that,” Billy said, sneering at you. “Fucking knew she was just a whore.”

You never felt so dirty. So shamed. You wanted to hide, and wanted to cry and wanted to fight but you couldn’t. You were just a doll for them to maneuver, to use as they wished at this point. Stu pushed you off of him and then laid down on the bed, his legs in the mess that you had made. Billy was the one taking your hair this time, lifting you up and pushing you on top of his lanky friend. “Gonna make him do all the work? I didn’t know you were lazy too.”

You fell back on top of Stu, and though you felt defeated, though you felt disgraced, you moved so that you were straddling him and then lowered yourself down, putting him right back in. He had crazy stamina. You could have guessed by the way that he always had so much energy. You squatted right on top of that dick and lowered yourself down and then raised yourself up. He just felt so good. The way that his pelvis kept hitting right against your already battered and overly sensitive clit had you building up again. His hands went back around your throat, both of these men seemingly enjoying the feeling of it against their hands. You were bucking, your arms instinctively going behind your back, crossing there.

“Yeah, show him some respect. Good girl,” Billy said, sitting down right next to Stu’s body. Your eyes kept wandering over to him. To his handsome face, wondering how he was doing this, why he was doing this and even more - why you were seeming to enjoy it. You were bucking away, and Billy’s hand kept making contact with your ass, slapping it roughly. No doubt, you were going to have bruises when this was over with. But the sharp pains felt good in comparison to the pleasure that the second orgasm gave you, mixing together into a euphoric bliss that made you feel even dirtier than before. Stu wasn’t giving you a break. Nor, for that matter, was Billy, whose slaps became harder and harder, the sounds echoing through the room, mixing with your moans, mewls and whimpers. He took turns slapping both cheeks, and then squeezing, pinching. His own hand was rubbing down at his own cock, still hidden under the jeans that he was wearing.

Stu threw you off, surprising you. Your chest was heaving up and down as you looked at him, but even that moment of rest didn’t last long. He was all go-go-go. How could Tatum stand it - you were exhausted.

This time you were carried right off of the bed. Stu handled you like you were a ragdoll rather than a living being. No consideration as to what you might be feeling. While holding you, he raised his leg to kick some clothes off of a computer chair and got you situated on there. It was extremely uncomfortable but before you could complain, he was right back into you, pounding into you doggy style. Your one leg fell onto the ground to support you but your other knee was being driven right into the uncomfortable leather of the seat. You grasped at the armrest, needing something to hold onto.

You could hardly see. Your eyes were watery. Your forehead was so sweaty. You still had globules of drool from when your mouth was wrapped around Stu’s cock. You must have been an absolute mess. But apparently, still decent enough for Billy to get hard. He stood on the other side of you, right in your face. So tall. His hands worked at his belt, unbuckling it slowly. And then the button of his jeans, the zipper, pulling them down to his ankles, tugging his briefs with them. The motion of the thrusts from behind had you moving forward, almost headbutting his waist, forcing your face directly against the hard dick that you had gotten to know over the last couple of months. “You hungry or what?” Billy asked. You nodded. You knew what was expected. And you had missed him. Being with Stu felt wrong without him being a part of it. Billy was the one that you loved and you were putting up with all of this to please him. To get called a good girl again. He pumped himself a couple of times with his hand as a tease, holding it just out of reach of your mouth. You tried to lunge forward to get it, to snatch it with your mouth but each and every time, he’d move it to the side. He laughed, like this was the most amusing game that he had ever played. “Look at her, look at her,” He said with a laugh.

“Come on man, you’re making her move away from me,” Stu whined.

“Shut the fuck up,” Billy shot back, reaching over your body and slapping him across the side of the head. “Just be lucky I’m letting her fuck you at all.”

“Yeah. You’re right. My bad,” Stu said, laughing like an idiot again. Did he ever stop smiling? You were watching all of this over your shoulder, neck bent at an uncomfortable angle. Billy took hold of your chin and moved your head right back to his pelvis.

“Go on,” He said, and so you did. You opened your mouth and welcomed him in. It was thicker, but all of the spit from earlier helped a lot. Your throat was already primed and lubricated for him. He groaned as he felt your cheeks hollow around him, as he pushed further to tease your gag reflex. “Deepthroat. Fucking work it. You wanted to get impaled. I’ll show you what it’s like to be impaled.”

“Fuckin’ spitroasted!” Stu said, giving Billy a high five over your back. You moaned, feeling so full on both ends. This was your first two on one experience. It was harder to concentrate on both than you thought it would be. To keep your tongue moving, to keep from gagging, all while being pushed back against Stu. You could swear he was reaching into your womb, he was going so hard, so deep.

“Why are you sucking like you think you have a fucking choice? Take it.” Billy scowled. You must have been lacking for a couple of seconds there so you tried to make up for it. Opened your mouth. Suppressed your gagging as much as you could. Felt his balls flinging against your chin.

“Ahh - yeah, yeah, almost there,” Stu said, his eyes rolling up into his head.

“Fuck, me too,” Billy admitted, though it had only been a couple of minutes for him. “She always forgets her birth control, don’t cum in her.”

“Shit, don’t be so fucking lazy,” Stu said, pulling out of you. Billy left your mouth and you fell onto the floor, your legs feeling like jelly. Your ass was so sore from all of the spanking, you flinched the moment that it touched the carpet on the ground. You leaned back against the seat of the chair, which wasn’t comfortable but at least it took a bit of the weight off.

Above you, both men stood. Both had their hands on their cocks. The first drops of warm liquid hit the left side of your face. “Open your fuckin mouth,” Billy said, jacking his cock in that direction. You did what you were told to do, sticking your tongue out, improvising what he might want. You had the right idea. Billy moaned at the sight and a glob of it fell right onto your tongue. “Yeah, keep it there. Taste it for me.”

Your eyes rolled over to Stu, just in time to get a load right below your eye. You managed to close it in time. You felt it dripping off of your cheek, down onto your shoulder. It was so damn warm. Or maybe your face was just burning up. After a couple more spurts over the bridge of your nose and then on your upper lip, it was finally over. Your humiliation. Your punishment. Your torment.

The boys were getting dressed again. Or rather, Stu was belting his robe up, not even bothering with pants or underwear. It was Billy that was getting dressed. They didn’t give you a towel or anything, just left you there on your knees, unable to see out of one eye. You wiped it with the back of your arm but that seemed to make it go everywhere. “Umm....” You stammered. “Is there anywhere I can clean myself up?”

“Bathroom down the hall,” Stu said, turning his computer chair around and sitting on it, doing a little spin. “Don’t get my mom’s towels dirty or she’ll have my fucking head.”

You nodded meekly. You tried not to drip, swallowing what was in your mouth and on your tongue, and cupping your hands under your chin to try to get the rest that would slide off. With unsteady legs, and without any help from either boy, you made your way to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind you. The shame that you felt. The shame at the fact that you had enjoyed it. You didn’t even want to look at yourself in the mirror. You turned on the taps and used warm water to wash your face. There wasn’t any face wash in here so you used hand soap which dried out your skin but at least it made you feel clean.

You sat on the toilet for a couple of minutes. Tried to clean yourself up down there. Urinated to avoid a UTI. Flush, back to the sink, try to clean yourself with soap and water. You thought about taking a shower. But the idea of being so vulnerable in there and being naked for any moment longer was daunting. Besides, his parents might come home and you still had to make it back across the hall unclothed. When you did what you could, you took a breath and then dashed down the hallway, flinging open the door, and then closing it behind you. Stu snickered in your direction.

“Where are my clothes?” You asked, trying to sound more stable than you really were. It made the boys exchange looks at each other and laugh.

“Ripped up,” Billy said. “As part of your lesson. Did you learn it?”

“Well,” You said, covering your breasts with one arm and your other hand was between your legs, trying to hide that as well. “I know now to make sure that I��m never paired up with Randy for anything - ever.”

“Ew dude, can you imagine?” Stu said, followed by - guess what? - a laugh. “Gross.”

“That would have had a very different outcome,” Billy said, throwing his shirt at you, since your own had been completely ruined. It laid in tatters on the ground. Nothing more than rags. Stu had started rolling up a joint, licking the paper closed and then handed it to Billy who lit it and took a large mouthful of the stuff. He handled it well, keeping it in without choking, only to approach you and to blow it slowly in your face. “Don’t do anything that means you’ll be spending any time alone with another guy.”

“Because you’ll get jealous?” You asked, pulling the shirt on over your head. Billy wasn’t a large guy so it didn’t cover too much, but at least you did feel less exposed.

“Don’t even bring up that fucking word,” He shook his head. He handed the joint behind him back to Stu, not even offering you any. “Since you are here though, and I’m here to ... chaperone, you can work on your little project. As long as you behave.”

“Okay,” You said, fairly meekly after sensing the threat in there. When he sat back down upon the bed, he pulled you into his lap, the shirt drooping in front of you to protect whatever modesty you had left.

Needless to say, you didn’t get the best grade ever on that assignment. Actually, with the principal being killed and school letting out for a couple of days to recuperate, it didn’t even show up on your final report card. Still, though, Billy and Stu were very eager to celebrate the points that you did rack up, and you partook happily enough. Even if it meant that you couldn’t ever look Tatum or Sydney in the eye again.

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