#usually end up being 1 or 2am because. yeah

[hyenabrainedpup]

Might actually go to bed at a normal time tonight aren't we all shocked :3

#usually end up being 1 or 2am because. yeah #was built to be crepuscular not diurnal ok #only bc im going out in the morning haha

[filipinosamflynn]

MORNING STAR TIER LIST + THOUGHTS

I finished the whole bloodydamn series! Yippee! Surprised how relatively fast I sped through Golden Son & Morning Star, I never read books that quickly. As per usual, I will word vomit my thoughts at random below the cut (where obvious spoilers are abound), but I really enjoyed it! My ranking of the original trilogy is 1->3->2.

Characters: 10/10, nobody major felt weak in here, unlike the previous books where I would point out a specific character as "I pray to god this is just set up and not all they're going to do for the rest of the series." The only ones I found lacking were Ash Lord, Romulus & Harmony, but it's painfully obvious they still have future stories to explore.

Personal Enjoyment: 8/10, didn't feel as exciting as Golden Son, but don't discount it just because of that. If I read a fucking book until 2AM and it ISN'T a school required reading, then I enjoyed it.

Plot: 10/10, a great sendoff to the original trilogy while leaving things still unfinished for the rest of the series.

Overall Rating: 9/10, damn good book. Pierce Brown's writing is damn good (but that was obvious).

I think I'll start with the start. We come back from Darrow suffering™️ and see him all feral in chains, and that was uhhhhhh

After Darrow serves cunt in jail, we see Jackal and god damn is he AMAZING in this book. So worth the anticipation for him to actually do shit because every time he shows up, I'm having fun. He's just such this evil, sociopathic bitch and I love him. He's also a bit pathetic, which instantly shoots him high on the tier list for that alone. I love genuinely terrifying villains who are having fun in their roles, but are also just bitch ass hoes at the end of the day. He gets shit done, and he's so fucking scary, the ending with the nukes???? HELL YEAH THATS WHAT I WANTED FROM THIS GUY!!!

Onto another villain I perceived as disappointing throughout the series, Antonia! She redeemed herself in my eyes. She just needed a few scenes to be a piece of shit, and she did it and all of them were great. Thistle's death made me say out loud, "FINALLY!" Then her escape from prison? Wow, okayyyy slay.

Cassius was there in prison too, and damn he's phenomenal in this book. This man is so complex and so torn apart, I had such high excitement every time Cassius showed up because I had no clue what could potentially happen. I forgotten how much I loved Cassius's and Darrow's dynamic from book 1. His ending was SUCH a big twist, I had no clue what to expect as things went along. I am so glad he got his shit sort of together and realized "Hey! Bigotry bad!" I did find it hilarious how they call each other brothers but Victra's over here in the corner shipping them and I think that's iconic but also

Victra unfortunately hasn't won me over yet, but I think she's cool. Her and Sevro randomly getting married was iconic.

OH AND SEVRO this little man is just going through everything. My man remembered the series he was in and started to have some sad moments, which was great to see. I love this scamp, but on account of everything that happened to him, he definitely feels a lot less fun to see, but him randomly shitting his pants is great. I was surprised by how in depth we got with him and how he acts being forced to take a leadership position: he sucks at it. He's too chaotic like a rampaging but chaotic teenager and I think it's great! His fakeout death just... AAAAAAAAA- thank god it was a fake out death ! 😃 Anyways, Sevro shifting himself to be more red-like was a great change, I highly appreciated this bit.

Without any proper transitions, Roque! I thought he was a nifty voice for Darrow, but once he started being evil I found him pretty cool. He's sort of like the anti-Cassius in some sense where Darrow fucked up in maintaining this friendship and so you feel bad for him :( Still, the parade shit was uncalled for, and I got spoiled he commits self unalive, but that sounds oddly poetic of him to go out like that. His ending satisfied me :)

Mustang put me on edge the whole way through. I sort of expected Darrow and Mustang to sort things out and kiss at the end, but that was a bit of a rollercoaster to get here 😭 She is awesome, and I think she is at her best in this book. Her dynamics with everybody is awesome, I love her. I do fear book 4 since she became the new dictator and this is still a series and more books after this soooooo MUSTANG BETTER NOT ACCIDENTALLY FUCK SHIT UP FOR EVERYONE ELSE 😃 she already said "bloodydamn" in this book, so if she betrays darrow in book 4 (where all shit starts to go down apparently) then i will feel horribly sad

Best for last is Darrow. I love this man, he is such a compelling character. This is the best we see of him since it feels like he is running at full capacity, on account that he no longer has to act like a bitch ass gold and fully embraces being Red, the aspect that I wanted to see out of him in the first place. He can finally say "bloodydamn!" Yay! :D The whole series feels like it was building up towards building Darrow into this incarnation of himself, and I couldn't be happier. The rebellion is at full swing, so that means Reaper has got to be at full swing too.

Now that we're fully engrossed within the rebellion now, I am so thankful we got some non-golds on the team. Orion, Ragnar, and Holiday come to mind. Orion is just chill, I love her, and especially her disposition compared to other blues (BUT SHE NEVER GOT HER FUCKING PARROT). Ragnar is awesomely badass, and I will miss flipping the page and seeing lines of text in bold and thinking to myself "oh my god ragnar is here." Holiday shows up, and she's cool, I guess. I'm assuming she's only being set up here or something, BUT I find it so funny that HER of all characters gets the first f-bomb in the series. It's so random, but I guess it was to set the tone as "this book is more serious than the past ones, be prepared 😉." Eitherway, that's iconic behavior.

Characters I wanted to talk about are done. In the book we are finally in the full war of the rising, things definitely ramped up quite a bit from the harry potter hunger games of book 1. The sci-fi shit is in full display, and it's super cool. I do have a preference for the hand to hand combat scenes over the ship combat scenes. I had difficulty tracking what was happening sometimes in the ship battles due to the terminology. It still felt super frantic and adrenaline pumping, fun stuff. Walking around with lowcolors and interacting with them casually was what I wanted, I was afraid the book would focus extremely heavily on golds based on books 1 & 2. The scenes with Darrow and his family as such sweet comforts, I could do with some more fluff considering the suffering I am scared for in Iron Gold and especially Dark Age.

Overall, the book was excellent! I loved it, and I am fully endeared to the series.

Now here comes the big leap: Moving onto Iron Gold. I have been warned that Iron Gold onwards is unrelentingly angsty, everything I was so averted away from in Book 1, only people say it's somehow worse. So because of that... I am most likely going to take a break from reading everything else until I feel myself emotionally prepared. If book 1 drained me despite being the weakest in the series, I am terrified for what the future holds. When my college relents and I finish Six of Crows, then I will see Iron Gold. The rebellion still isn't over. Break the chains!

Sooo yeah! Had fun with it all! I'm glad I got back into reading thanks to this series. It's surprisingly easy to pick up once you get appropriate content warnings, and after book 1, you really sink your teeth into it and can't stop reading. Anyways, below are a few shitpost thoughts I had on the book:

• Darrow really has a damn grip on Pax, first he named a ship after him, and then their son? That's iconic, Pax's legacy of cuntiness deserves to live on 💅✨️

• I was also surprised that Virginia was the one to give birth and not Darrow.

• Mickey Mouse didn't show up :(

• Cassius's, Sevro's and Darrow's periods probably synced

• The howlers touched tips together at least once

• All of the Xenoblade Chronicles casts would fit right into this world and vice versa

• I theorize that Lysander is actually the purple guy

#sam flynn reads red rising #red rising #morning star #tier list #review #book review

[peachycoreroo]

overtime | fushiguro megumi

summary: you’re stuck working overtime with your co-worker megumi and offer to help him when he gets frustrated with the paperwork. not the kind of help you were thinking of, but you’re not complaining.

pairing: office employee!megumi x fem!reader

genre: smut, mini plot ig

word count: 2.9k

warnings: megumi cussing out gojo CDBHJ, uhh cocky and confident ‘gumi, dubcon-ish? but not really bc you want it, one (1) spank, dry humping, handjob, oral m! receiving, one (1) line of degradation, praise, finger sucking, making you gag on purpose, use of ‘bitch’, inappropriate use of work space

authors note: here’s my piece for the a man in uniform collab by @atsupup, thanks sm for letting me join sweetpea!! so,,,shy blushy megumi has my heart but this is what my brain came up with so here it is,,,,not really proofread itS 2AM RN OK here’s a link to my masterlist

“well, i’ll be off. have fun finishing the papers! and don’t forget, i need them done by tomorrow!”

and with that, he was gone - leaving you and your colleague alone on the twelfth floor of the company building.

shyly, you peered over to the other side of the office, right next to the door. fushiguro megumi could only be described as beautiful, even while he sat there – black suit pants, jacket thrown off to the side, white dress shirt, loose navy tie – with a scowl on his pretty, angelic face.

“fucking gojo. always the same with this entitled asshole. it was his stupid fucking mistake, so why do i have to fix it?”

trying not to stare at your office crush while he was openly cussing out your superior under his breath, you tried to concentrate on the documents in front of you. maybe, it was a blessing in disguise that you had to work overtime with the man you’ve been lusting after since you’ve started the job two months prior, because it’s the first time you were able to admire him without other people intervening every time, as if on purpose.

a conversation just never came to be. you’ve greeted each other in the early mornings and bid goodbye at the end of a long, draining day of work, but that was about it. having him here, alone with you, truly felt like some high being finally took pity on your dull love life and decided you deserved a minuscule glimpse at the possibility of a chance with fushiguro megumi.

the sudden silence in the empty office space after said man just cursed for five minutes straight, brought you back to reality as you carefully peered at him over the rim of your overly bright computer screen. what you weren’t expecting was to be met with two magnificent, blue eyes already locked on your form at your designated table, right in front of the huge, floor-length windows of the bureau.

paralyzing panic flooded your chest when you realized that your crush was staring at you, so without knowing what else to do, your eyes snapped back to the papers that were responsible for the extra time you had to stay. a light, smooth chuckle echoed in the vacant space, your face heating up embarrassingly fast as a result.

was it always this unbearably hot here? you couldn’t tell if you were honest, brain all jumbled up from hearing such an attractive, carefree sound leave the usually stoic black-haired man. desperately trying to cool down, you looked questioningly at the windows behind you, the first three buttons of your blouse coming undone in the meantime. official work hours were over anyway, what’s the harm in making yourself more comfortable?

“they don’t open for safety reasons. the air conditioners aren’t just for show, you know?”

the teasing undertone in his statement sent goosebumps down your spine, the temperature of your face now skyrocketing and traveling up to the tips of your ears. it completely slipped your mind that there were air conditioners here. fuck.

“u-uh, yeah, i know! just wanted to, uh, to look out the window! yes, that’s what i wanted to do!”, you exclaimed, a bit too loudly, the stutter solidifying your totally convincing lie.

“sure”, megumi retorted, barely able to keep in the snicker bubbling in his chest as he got up from his desk chair and grabbed the remote in gojo’s office. “so… do you want me to turn it on or not?”

“y-yeah, would be nice.”

once again, a grin creeped onto megumi’s soft –insanely soft – lips when you stammered. as a beep, indicating that the cooling was now starting, resonated in the room, you couldn’t help but take a deep breath to refocus. this wasn’t the time to be flustered. it was already 9 p.m. and you weren’t allowed to leave until you were finished.

with an exhausted sigh, you slicked back your hair, before slumping down the chair to avoid the temptation of throwing glances at megumi instead of doing what you were supposed to.

it was arduous. the buzzing of the air conditioning, the clicking of the keyboards, pens being dragged across paper and the occasional low ‘fuck’s from your black-haired co-worker were the only sounds bouncing of the walls as the hours dragged on.

but while you were nearly finished, the man across the room wasn’t as lucky. that one mistake was in too deep, meaning he had to redo every single page, making his blood pressure rise with every word he had to correct. as the minutes continued to tick and it seemed as if fushiguro didn’t even make a dent in the paperwork, he couldn’t hold back his little frustrated outburst of rage.

“i’m gonna fucking kill him!”, he practically yelled out of nowhere, sending the countless documents flying onto the floor as he threw them with all the strength, he was able muster. you couldn’t help but flinch at the unexpected eruption of emotions out of the man that was normally so calm and collected. the only times you’ve seen any reactions from him was when gojo satoru was involved, the disdain for your cocky, playful bosses’ actions and pranks never truly concealed by megumi.

when you finally allowed yourself to steal a glance at the man, the sight of him – black locks disheveled and breathing heavily with an irked frown on his face – only fueled your daily fantasies about him, the mental image of him looking positively ruined offering the perfect material for your nightly escapades with yourself and your trusty vibrator.

at the lewd visions flashing in front of your eyes – lively, as if they were happening right this moment – you quickly shook your head, before abruptly standing up, interrupting the fit of the man across the room.

cheeks heating up one more time at his undivided attention being directed at you, you made your way over to him, praying that you wouldn’t run into a table or trip over a cable. when you arrived at his side of the spacious bureau, you carefully knelt down, mindful of not flashing him in your short pencil skirt and picked up the seemingly never-ending papers of the floor.

when he recognized what you were doing, he instantly got on his knees right beside you to help, only making you freeze in the process. the unforeseen proximity and the scent of his woody cologne reaching your senses caused your senses to tingle, a lustful haze clouding your mind and traveling down to your core. it was utterly humiliating, the way your underwear became more and more uncomfortably damp at the wetness seeping out with every passing second in his close vicinity.

if you were perfectly honest, you didn’t even know what made him so unbelievably attractive to you. normally, you opted for the loud, extroverted, asshole types of guys - just like your superior. but ever since laying eyes on the almost cold, at all times composed fushiguro megumi, the single thought of wasting your precious time on another male made your skin crawl.

unintentionally, the pace at which you picked up the mess in front of you increased, the need to put some much-needed space between you before you jumped him like a feral animal in heat threated to suffocate you.

with that, you abruptly got back up, avoiding eye contact as you laid out the papers on the desk beside his. “can i help you?”

“help?”, megumi asked, puzzled.

“yeah, the order got messed up. i’ll sort them, ‘m finished anyway.”

the mans blue eyes gave you a once over, halting on the tight stretch of your short skirt over your ass and your tights-clad thighs before repeating, now more confident: “help?”

you questioningly looked back at him, only to catch him just as his gaze snapped from your ass back to your face. was he just…?

at the scent of woody cologne invading your senses again, your thoughts evaporated in a blink of an eye, only to find the black-haired male in dangerous proximity.

“i’d love your… help”, he whispered, sending goosebumps down your spine at the weird emphasizing of ‘help’. with a curt nod, you reached out for the papers, just to stifle when you felt two large, warm hands land on your hips.

“mmm, work can wait. i need something else more urgently right now.”

your heart practically leaped out of your chest at the physical contact, but before you could react, you found yourself being pressed against the desk in front of you, ass flush with his hips.

“what a nice, empathic girl you are, sweetheart. offering to aid your poor co-worker in need. your proposal definitely won’t go to waste, baby. believe me”, megumi lowly purred as his large palm found its way to your back, keeping you in place while his hips tested the waters by lightly grinding against your behind.

your poor, overwhelmed brain shut down as soon as you felt his semi-hard cock against your drenched underwear through his dress pants, his velvety voice calling you ‘baby’ echoing in your head. the black-haired male triumphally grinned when he felt the little roll of your hips as you tried to meet his movements, a lustful haze blurring your judgement. maybe, you shouldn’t be doing this at work, but how could you deny the single most breath-taking man you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

megumi continued his movements, relishing in the little whimpers and sighs of satisfaction you were letting out. as he let his gaze roam your figure slowly, he couldn’t stop himself from frowning when your perfect ass was hidden from view, making him reach out and bunch your skirt up at your waist, but the sight only made his palm itch.

with a firm spank his hand collided with your ass, a surprised squeak leaving your lips, hips twitching back against his already fully hard dick.

“fuck. keep moving your hips like that, yeah. what a good girl”, megumi ordered, your drenched cunt fluttering at the praises thrown your way. trying to elicit more words of affirmation from the man’s lips, you started grinding back harder, a choked-out groan betraying just how turned on he undoubtedly was.

“shit, you’re making me feel so good”, the tall male whispered, before pulling you back up and smashing his lips against yours as soon as he turned you around, now facing him.

the feeling of his – just like you predicted – incredibly pillowy, soft lips against yours had your knees almost give out, arms thrown over his broad shoulders to stabilize yourself.

large palms cupped the underside of your thighs and picked you up with ease, your legs wrapping themselves around his waist as his lips kept attacking yours. with every passing second the kiss grew more passionate, hungry, longing. it felt as if you both were transpiring everything you weren’t able to say the months prior through your interlocked mouths.

as though megumi didn’t turn on the ac just a few hours prior, the heat rose between you both like a forest fire – rapid and contagious. it only just sparked, but it’s already out of control and won’t cease until you finally clench the insatiable greed to have the man currently ravishing you.

too drunk on the sweet taste of his cushiony lips, you didn’t even realize fushiguro made his way over to gojo’s office until he set you down on the spacious desk of said superior and released your lips with a string of spit connecting them to his. impatient, the black-haired male made work of his belt and zipper, only pausing to grin when he saw the way you practically gawked at his obvious dick print in his boxers.

“no need to be shy, sweetheart. go ahead, touch me”, he cockily encouraged, his fingers wrapping around your wrist and guiding your palm towards his painfully hard length. you sharply inhaled as you wrapped your hand around his girthy hard-on through his boxers, teeth digging into your lower lip at the feeling of finally getting to touch him.

when you lifted your gaze to meet megumi’s, you were caught off guard to see his eyes a fraction darker, just like the night sky, his hand leaving your wrist to find home on your jaw, a thumb pulling your bottom lip from between your teeth before slipping in between them.

the low-lidded, erotic look on his face as he watched you glide your tongue along the underside of his thumb made your hips twitch up on their own, a devilish smirk spreading on his bewitching face.

“you’re getting off to this, huh? what a dirty little girl you are, baby.”

without a hint of remorse, he pushed his thumb further down your throat, chuckling cruelly when you gagged but slipped your hand into his boxers to be able to stroke his leaking cock without a bothersome barrier separating you from direct skin to skin contact.

megumi let out a sharp hiss at the feeling of your rapid motions along his cock, his own hips moving in sync with the lazy pace you set. swirling your tongue around his pretty thumb as he essentially fucked your first, your own whines and mewls escaped just from watching a lewd expression – brows furrowed and mouth hanging open as grunts and murmurs of ‘good girl, just like that’ slipped past his soft lips – form on your handsome colleague’s face.

“wanna- oh god, wanna taste you. can i?”, you asked timidly around his thumb, eyes set on the dark blue pair in front of you and panting.

a booming, guttural groan came from somewhere deep inside his chest at such an explicit request leaving you in such an innocent manner.

“you can do whatever you want, sweetheart”, he retorted as he pulled his big thumb out of your warm mouth with a loud ‘pop’, maneuvering himself back to give you space when you moved forward, hopping off the table and getting on your knees in front of him.

megumi would never admit it, but he had been fantasizing about this exact scenery since the moment he first saw you in the office two months ago. many nights were spent imagining your plump, gloss-covered lips wrapped around his girthy length, so when you finally took hold of his throbbing cock and placed a wet kitten lick on his sensitive tip, he couldn’t help but place his hands on gojo’s desk behind you as his voice rose an octave, an enticing whine echoing in the spacious office.

your core contracted shamelessly as a result of his high-pitched mewl, the intense craving to hear those sounds slip past his lips uncontrollably, with you as the cause for the intoxicating euphoria the tall male felt, awakening from somewhere deep within you.

suddenly incredibly set on satisfying the man above you, you took his girthy length in your mouth, tongue tracing the prominent vein on the underside and hands finding purchase on his dress-pants-glad thighs. your head bobbed back and forth as you tried to take more and more into your mouth, your poor lips and jaw painfully stretching to accommodate his fat cock.

“shit, would’ve done this much earlier if i knew what a fucking cock-hungry bitch you were”, he hissed as he observed how eagerly you sucked him off, large hand finding purchase in your hair and using it to his advantage to speed up the languid pace you set.

when you gagged, as a particular hard tug caused megumi’s tip to bump against the back of your throat and looked up at him from under your eyelashes - eyes brimming with tears and glossed over with gluttony and greed -, a long, whiny ‘yes, fuck!’ fell from his mouth. megumi didn’t have enough control over himself to keep from shooting his slightly salty load down your throat at the erotic sight. sneering expression, baring teeth and flexed biceps was all you could make out through the tears that were rolling down your heated cheeks.

the need to finally swallow had you leaning back, taking the dark-haired man’s softening cock out of your mouth in the process before swallowing and stretching out your tongue. with a grin, megumi grabbed your tongue and leaned down, rasping ‘good girl’ before placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

your eyelashes fluttered as you focused your gaze back on his blissed-out expression – sweaty, lopsided grin and dark blue eyes set on your own teary ones.

megumi let go off your slick tongue as he leaned in close enough for his nose to brush against yours and lowly proposed: “thank you for helping me unwind, pretty girl. now how about this: we finish the rest of our paperwork, and then i’ll fuck you on this table till you don’t know where left or right is.”

brain hazy and clouded, you only nodded and contently smiled at him, the consequences of having sex on your superiors’ desk completely slipping your mind, because really, who would care about that when you can have fushiguro megumi all to yourself, finally rewarding you after you just brought him to a mind-blowing orgasm.

tagging: the lomls @thighridingsamu and @weepinglevi​<3

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[thefanficmonster]

Sleepless Nights

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: During an unusually windy night, Y/N finds herself unable to sleep while her boyfriend is streaming in the other room, unaware of the terror revving outside thanks to his headphones. So, Y/N does the only thing she can in order to finally get some shuteye.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request, I had such a blast writing it! I’m so sorry it has taken me so long to complete and post it but here it finally is and I hope you’ve stuck around long enough to read it! If you have, please enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

It’s that time of year again - the city is terrorized by the loudest, most intense winds that wield the strength of a mythological creature and sound like the wails of hell’s sufferers. You may find my description of this natural occurrence rather dramatic and over the top but that’s because you aren’t here to hear and see this horror show going on. Trees have been uprooted from the ground and have fallen on top of cars, damaging them expensively. Chimneys all around are whistling hauntingly as the gusts of wind pass through them, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

Winds have never sat right with me and I often found myself lacking shuteye during the night if they were wilding outside while I tried to sleep even as a kid. My parents thought I’d grow out of it as the years went by but I never did apparently, seeing as how I’m wide awake at close to 2AM on a workday. I have to be at work by eight in the morning and if I don’t catch some z’s soon I might just show up looking like a zombie.

This is not the first time such an occurrence has happened. However, on those past occurrences, I wasn’t alone in bed, twisting and turning under the covers so I could extinguish the sound that’s violating my head. On those occasions, I had someone lying in bed next to me with his arms wrapped around me tightly or with his hands covering my ears. That person isn’t with me right now though. He’s in a room two doors away, streaming Among Us with his friends.

I’ve had Corpse ditch streams to comforting me during anxiety-inducing windstorms like this one but I can only assume he cannot hear what is going on outside since I haven’t heard a single word from him. Of course, comforting me isn’t his job and I’m not the type of girlfriend to be clingy and in need of her boyfriend to be there for her 24/7. Quite the contrary actually - I’m independent and rarely ask for people’s help, Corpse’s included. However, there’s one thing I need help with and this is it - falling asleep at a time like this. That’s a task I cannot manage on my own.

And so, against my better judgement and putting aside my embarrassment surrounding my fear, I kick the covers off me and get up, stretching my arms above my head as I walk out of the bedroom Corpse and I share and into the hallway which is pitch black as the rest of the apartment. The only light is coming from underneath the door to Corpse’s recording room but even that is so faint I can only guess it’s coming from his computer screen.

With an uneasy sigh, I make my way down the hall, flinching when a particularly strong gust of wind rattles the windows. This apartment building is old makes noises of its own on the regular, the last thing it needs is these attacks it’s now forced to endure because the weather outside is crappy as all hell. Take an already noisy building and pelt it with gusts of wind, yeah that equals a sleepless night for me.

The recording room door isn’t shut all the way as usual. Corpse prefers keeping it open a crack so he can enter and exit it without making noise in the middle of the night as to not wake me up, seeing as how I’m quite a light sleeper. It also allows me to enter and exit it soundlessly whenever I want to either bring him a snack or spook him. There’s no in-between: I either bring him something to eat/drink, or I scare the daylight out of him. The latter usually happens when he’s playing a horror game though so it’s rare which is why he hasn’t started shutting the door as to be alerted of my schemes before I give him a mini heart attack.

And so, I tip-toe my way in his recording room, squinting my eyes when I’m faced with the beaming computer screen opposite the door though it’s partially blocked by the hunched over Corpse who is still unaware of my presence. So, in order to avoid freaking him out, I deliver a couple of soft but audible enough knocks to the door frame to grab his attention.  My attempt proves successful as I see him yank off his headset and whirl around in his chair to face me.

“Am I being too loud?“ Even in the dark, I can make out the lines of his face contorting into an expression of guilt.

I give him a lopsided smile as I strut over to him with lazy steps. Just as I part my lips to speak, a strong gust of wind shakes the building, producing a wailing-like sound that immediately forces me to freeze up, the smile disappearing from my face.

Corpse’s face shifts expressions again, this time exhibiting a compassionate, comforting smile, “That’s what it is, isn’t it? You can’t sleep?” I shake my head, biting my lip as I feel my cheeks heat up. “Come here.” He mutters, opening his arms invitingly.

Without a single doubt, I come closer, not putting up a fight when he pulls me into his lap. I let my legs hang off either side of his hips, wrapping my arms around his neck as I hide my face in the crook of his neck breathing in his scent mixed with the cologne that has lingered on his hoodie and hair.

“Wait a sec...“ he mumbles, pulling away from me briefly. I’m confused for a second, but then I feel the pair of wireless headphones he covers my ears with and I give him a grateful smile, already feeling myself beginning to relax at the warmth of his body against mine and the soothing comfort of his touch. However, when the lo-fi music starts playing through my headphones - a playlist he’s complied for me whenever I have sleepless nights such as these for whatever reason - I’m a complete goner.

And so I find myself drifting off with the mixed sounds of lo-fi beats, Corpse’s whispers and his heartbeat and honestly, not to be cheesy or anything, but I’ve never heard a sweeter lullaby in all my life.

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[everafterkeiji]

Hii can i request smiley with a s/o that likes skating?? I really liked the one with mikey so i came here to ask u for a smiley version 😭

HONESTLY THIS DUO WOULD BE EVERYTHING?? thank u so much for liking the mikey on thoo but i hope u have an amazing days and thanks for requesting ♡

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

PAIRINGS: Nahoya x gn!reader

GENRE: fluff, not proofread (again its like 2am)

PART 1

♡ 𝐍𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐀 was already curious of the person who'd pass by him sometimes on his way to school and his eyes would follow them, liking how stable and smooth you were and he finally gets to meet this mysterious skater when they reach the skatepark.

- He easily spots you with the familiarity of your board and he's already sitting down to watch you along with his brother and other members of Toman. When they've made a few friends in where they sat, Nahoya got some permission to borrow one of their boards as he goes down to try and do at least some basic things before he could talk to you.

- He'd try to balance himself as good as he can but he's already trying to pace himself by running his foot to the floor and unfortunately, he bumps into you.

- You're already stopping him though, seeing how he was about to loose his footing so you held onto his arm to support him before he could fall while he goes off the board and looks at you like you just saved his life from death.

- "Thank you so much." He says and his smile was already endearing to see with how cute it was. You got off your board to hand him his borrowed one before you asked, "Are you new here?"

"Yeah, I'm Nahoya by the way. " He introduces himself, a hand out as usual making you hold it, shaking it lightly while you smiled at him. "I'm Y/N."

"So, it's you? Sorry, you pass by my school and I just thought you were really cool. " He admits with a chuckle, a hand to his nape while you were dazed by his words.

"Thank you, since you're new um— I can teach you a bit of it." You offered while his smile sort of drops for a millisecond while he calculates how lucky he is before his toothy grin returns.

"I'd like that."

- You may not go to the same school as him but rest assured that after it, he's already on his way to the skate park to be ready to receive his lessons from a real attractive skater.

- His brother just watches how Nahoya is holding onto you while he's stood in the board and he can't help but think how the roles were actually reversed in this one.

- Once he's got the hang of it, he'd be real cocky but lowkey about it. The type to do a few back and fourths to get a hang of it and the next he's wondering if he can do a flip which made you laugh.

- When you demonstrate a few tricks to him, his mouth his agape at how easily you did them.

"That's pretty much how it goes."

"So you're like a god?"

"Nahoya!"

- He wouldn't even try to do a trick for now, he's sure it'd end with his knees bruised so he just sits back for a while and insists on watching you go on doing your own thing.

- When you two are about to go home late at night, a brilliant idea pops into his head.

"As thanks for being an amazing teacher, woild you mind to sit on your board?" He asks while you cock an eyebrow at him but instead you just trusted him. Nahoya gets behind you and starts to push the board, running lightly while you're laughing at his form of thanks.

Raising your hands at how fast he's going, he too laughs and yells a few "YEAAAH" and at the same time, he's living for your laugh and how the golden street light lit up your smile he grew to adore.

As expected, he didn't get to sleep then because he realize how he was beginning to fall for you.

- Not long til a few more weeks of being with him and the boy who you caught the first time you met him was finally your boyfriend and it just doesn't end there.

- At times where he's off to a Toman meeting and it's late and he sees you out in the skating park as he senses something bad will happen in the way you looked out of balance in your ride. Then it happens— you harshly fell to the concrete and he's already rushing down to get you.

"Y/N? Tell me where it hurts, okay? I got you." Nahoya worries while you're being lifted so he could let you sit on the motorcycle while he examines your foot and your arm.

"We have to get you some bandages- I can skip the meeting-"

"Hey you can't skip that, mine can wait okay? I'll just tag along if that's okay with the others."

- And once you're presence is known, there are already murmurs of being the captain divisions lover even if you just sat on the motorcycle majority of the time. They knew of you, mostly the founding members and other vice captains so they had fun watching Nahoya get flustered over their teasing, unbeknownst that you were already official anyway.

- When it comes to him getting an injury of his own, he's a real baby and from being too caring for him, you don't notice how he's going overboard with it.

"Wait that actually stings." He fakes with a pout as you immediately apologize as you put the cottonball on his elbow more carefully.

"I'm sorry— is that better?"

"I think kisses would cure me."

"Oh god. "

- If you take him to the store to buy a board of his own, he's already skimming through so much designs and forgets that he's buying it from himself and not for you.

"But you told me the peach one was cuter. "

"You're being biased, Hoya. You're saying that cause it's literally your hair color."

".. so you like Souta's hair color more than mine :( ?"

"Do not drag him into this."

- When he finally gets his board, he's doing all the tricks you told him better than before, even winking a few times and you just smile at him as he skates your way.

"Learned from the best and the hottest skater." He says chuckling but his arm is wrapped around your shoulder while he places a kiss to your cheek.

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[wardenparker]

The Meeting Place - pt 5

Part 5: Happy Endings Javier Peña x f!Reader x Steve Murphy x Connie Murphy

Rating: Mature! Plenty of sexy talk and allusions, but no explicit sex. (I know, that’s a miracle for these four) Word Count: 20k Warnings: MMFF relationship - this is a relationship of two men and two women who all love each other emotionally *and* physically so if that’s not up your ally then THIS IS NOT FOR YOU. Polyamory, alcohol, smoking, cursing, canon-typical violence, character death, upset Connie comes with her own warning, plenty of sexy talk, pregnancy, pregnancy kinks for everyone!, yet one more of Javi’s exes shows up, allusions to sexual assault, Chucho being amazing, absolutely none of these warnings are in order. Summary: Our favourite foursome gets some pregnancy news, goes after Escobar, talks about the future, and then lives it. Notes: This is it, guys. The final part. These four have taken an amazing to journey and I will forever be grateful to @absurdthirst​ for being the most sensational inspiration and an amazing co-writer. That was supposed to be a filthy little one-shot became a world of love and support. Thank you to everyone who gave this story a chance, and everyone who came along for the ride. You are wonderful!

Part 1: Misleading Tips ~ Part 2: Fantastic Results ~ Part 3: Inevitable Outcomes ~ Part 4: Unforeseen Circumstances ~ Part 5: Happy Endings

Javi opens the door, bag in his hand. "I've got the test!" He calls out to the house for the three of you, wherever you are. "Or tests..." He mutters to himself as he looks down at the many boxes that he had picked up at the bodega. There had been quite a few to choose from and so he had just decided to get all of them. If this test was negative, he rationalized that you would need more later on.

There was also another box of condoms, although he was hoping that those could also be a thing of the past. He didn't mind wearing condoms with people that he had casual sex, with the hookers that he had slept with. But it wasn't the same with his wife.

He grins as he thinks of that word again. His wife. You were married to him. He still felt like the gold band that he wore on his left ring finger was a dream. Knowing now why Steve always toyed with his.

"We're up here!" Steve's voice calls back down the stairs. Connie and Steve are in the master bath with you, holding your hair and making sure you have water after you were sick within minutes of Javi leaving the house. It's been days of this. Having to run from your desk at work because of your stomach, peeing a lot more than usual, and suddenly wanting nothing to do with the bananas that always sat on the kitchen counter for you to snack on regularly. Connie had been the one to point it out - always watching the signs and symptoms and asking how you were feeling. She ached from not being able to do this herself but was also excited to be living the possibility as a family.

He takes the stairs two at a time and hustles into the bedroom, frowning slightly when he sees the the bathroom door open. He walks in and sees you hunched over the toilet. "Sick again?" He asks, knowing the answer.

Connie looks up and can't help but grin. "Yeah, right after you left. Steve opened a jar of pickles."

Javi winces, knowing how much you love pickles. "Well, that saves us from 2am pickles and ice cream runs." He jokes, setting the bag on the counter and coming over to rub your back. "I've got the tests baby."

You rock back on your heels, taking Javi's arm to stand up and go to brush your teeth right away so you can give out a round of good luck kisses before the ceremonial peeing starts. Connie had been stalwart and true when you and she came home with the news that surrogacy wouldn't be an option, and Javi had gone out that night to get the first of many packs of condoms for the house. That was back in June. It was now October. After months of trying, you were starting to get scared that you might have issues as well, even though you'd been checked out by the doctor and they had said everything was totally normal.

Then the symptoms started - and you had missed your last period. And the house had started to fill with optimistic hopes and dreams.

"Let's do this." You grab the first box out of the shopping bag. This one would show two lines if it was positive, and you silently concentrated on the number two with all your might.

Javi took the box, reading the back of it while you rip open the protective foil from around the test. "So, you pee on it and then we set a timer for three minutes." Javi announces, glancing over at Steve and tosses him the extra test that was in the box. "Maybe one of us should pee on the other stick for a control."

You and Connie exchange an amused glance at how clinically Javi is approaching this. "It would be better for me to take multiple tests, if we're going to do it that way. To make sure we don't get a false positive." You reason.

He pouts, honestly just wanting to pee on one of the sticks just to say he had done it. "Yeah. That works too."

You roll your eyes affectionately, having an idea of the silly shit that goes on in Javi's mind. "If you want to pee on a test for fun, you can still do that," you tell him with a grin, while Steve pulls out one of each type of test for your marathon pee session.

He snickers, slipping one into his pocket. He didn't want to mix it in with the ones that were really important. Looking over at Connie, he takes a few steps to the other woman and putting his arm around her. "Are you ready, girasol?" He asks softly, knowing that this is emotional for the other woman that he loves. In any other situation his wife being pregnant by her husband would be something horrible but, in this case, it was wanted. He just wanted to make sure that Connie wasn't feeling left out of all of this.

"Mostly nervous," Connie admits, burying herself in his embrace for a moment. You and Steve had included her in every possible attempt to make this baby, wanting to make sure she was a part of the love that created it. Now all she could do was stand back with both men and wait.

You push out a breath and line the plastic sticks up on the counter, one by one unwrapping them, using it as directed, and putting it back on the counter with its cover on to wait three minutes as one big, nervous family. Leaning back against Steve's chest, you can't seem to make yourself look away from the line of little sticks, like staring at them might give you the outcome you want.

Steve massages your shoulders before he slides his hands around your waist and covers your stomach protectively. Javi doesn't miss the gesture and he smiles at it, knowing that Murphy will be feeling some kind of way about his baby being inside you. Steve kisses your ear. "Thank you for this, Honeybee." He murmurs, glancing over at Connie and Javi, sending his wife a nervous smile.

"We're a family," you remind him, gently placing your hands over his on your stomach. You had never doubted the decision you'd all made together months ago, and you didn't now. If the tables had been turned, Connie would be doing the same thing you are.

"Yeah, we are a family." Steve kisses your cheek and looks over at your husband. "Ten bucks Javi's praying for a positive result so he can ditch the condoms." He jokes. He knows Javi is praying for a positive test for the same reason everyone else is.

Connie grins when Javi's arms flex unconsciously around her. "He hates them," she nudges him, having heard him grumble about it under his breath innumerable times over the last few months.

You haven't taken your eyes off the tests, hypnotized by the possibility, and slowly you start to see a second line form on the first stick. "Um...guys..." your throat runs dry, sticking when you try to swallow. The second test is now showing a faint, pink plus sign, the color rapidly darkening. "Look..."

Javi and Connie shuffles forward, the blonde woman's eyes filling with tears. "Javi, do you see—" She breathes out.

His own eyes are watery, nodding softly as he looks at the test that is starting to show that his wife is pregnant. "Yeah, baby. I see it." He swallows and looks over to where you are staring at the test with an amazed expression. "We're gonna be parents."

Steve's hands spread over your stomach, his face buried in the crook of your neck, and you can feel a few tears dampening your skin. The only think you can think to do is look down - your totally normal looking belly now holding the product of love between four people who are willing to take on the world for each other. "We're gonna be parents." You repeat, voice full of awe.

Letting go of Connie, he watches the other woman take the two steps over to you and bury her face in the other side of you neck. The two Murphy's surrounding you and he can't help but let a few tears slip down his cheeks. It doesn't matter that he has zero biological ties to the baby that is in your belly, he is going to love this child with everything that he has.

Your free hand reaches for your husband, silently asking him to be a part of this moment. This is his child, too, biology be damned. "We'll make a doctor's appointment," you are murmuring to Connie and Steve, loud enough for Javi to hear. "Make sure everything is good. And I'll talk to Messina about desk duty on Monday." You had given your section chief the heads up already that you were planning on getting pregnant, and had a long discussion with her about how you could be most effective to the team on desk duty. All you had to do was tell her that you wanted to come out of the field effective immediately, and she would sign off on it.

Javi silently joins the three of you, pressing his lips to Connie's head before turning and kissing Steve's head and finally he presses his lips to yours. "This is it." Javi murmurs. "We are never going to have Naked Sundays again after the baby is born." He jokes, not minding in the least.

"Clearly the biggest sacrifice we'll ever make," you tease, leaning forward for another kiss from your husband before placing one on Connie's cheek and then Steve's.

"I love all of you." Javi whispers sincerely. "So fucking much."

"I love you." Connie raises her head to look between the three of you.

"I love you." Steve affirms, squeezing all three of you in his arms.

"I love you." You nod, awe in your voice as you think about what's just happened. The four of you have just had your lives changed. Irrevocably.

******

“Hey!” Steve comes rushing into the pit, hopping down the two steps while Javi turns from where he has been propped up on the edge of your desk. “CentraSpy heard Pablo.”

Javi’s eyes widen, his head swiveling back towards you, where you were leaning back in your chair, discreetly showing him the baby bump that he is obsessed with. “Amor—"

"Where?" You shake a finger at Javi, telling him not to immediately tell you to stay put.

"He's back in Medellín. Casablanca neighborhood." Steve is so wound up he can't stand still, rocking back and forth on his feet - heel, toe, heel, toe.

"What's the plan?" Physically, you're as fit and ready as you were before pregnancy, save for the occasional morning sickness that's hanging on. The back aches and swollen feet are at a minimum and nobody's been giving you shit about discreetly gathering intel even though you're not supposed to be leaving the Embassy during work hours.

"They're narrowing down the exact location. No half assing.” Steve knows how ready you are to leap out of your chair. "Javi and I will lead the team when we have an exact location."

"The hell you will!" You stand, facing the biological father of your baby, and look between him and your husband. "If we actually know where he is, I'm going."

Javi frowns, shaking his head. “Are you—" he stops himself from berating you, knowing that you aren’t that far along that you would be a hinderance.

He points at you. “You wear a full vest, and you stay behind us.” He demands, looking over at Steve briefly before staring back at you. “The one that covers your hips.”

"Full vest and I stay behind you," you agree without hesitation, though all three of you know that it's possible for you to get separated if there's any measure of gunfire. You reach out, one hand squeezing each of their arms, and nod. "Let's go."

Martinez balks at sending a pregnant woman with the team, but doesn't fight for long, knowing you're a better shot than some of the men and better on your feet despite carrying a second tiny being in your body. You're in the car with Steve and Javi when it comes time to drive out to the Casablanca neighborhood, geared up and protected by your full vest. The problem wasn't preparedness. It was that, when Steve kicked the door in, Escobar wasn't inside.

The three of you were inspecting maps at the staging sight while the van drove around Casablanca, trying to get a beat on Pablo's location. Combing through information to try to figure out what you'd missed. As far as you could tell, you'd followed everything correctly. This should have been the right place. It was hours before you got the call that he had been physically spotted in a different part of the neighborhood. You had a new location. A confirmed glimpse of the son of a bitch. Once more, you were off like a shot.

Javi keeps looking back at you in the back of the truck. The war between knowing you need to be there when they get the son of a bitch and wanting to make you stay in the car is tearing him apart. “Just— be careful.” He tells you and Steve. He didn’t want either one of you to get hurt, but if something happened to you and the baby, it would destroy him.

“We will.” You leave it open; anyone nearby could think you were talking about the baby, but this was far more than that. This was 4 out of the 5 members of your family in real, mortal danger. You’re aware of what you’re doing here - putting the desire to finish what you’ve started in the way of the safety and health of the baby - but the decision has been made. You’re too stubborn and you’ve worked too hard to not be here. “I love you,” you whisper, nearly silent, reaching out to touch both men’s’ shoulders just before the doors open.

The three of you are on either side of the door when the shooting starts. Fire from inside the house is met with fire from your team, and two soldiers are the first to barrel inside.

 The first of them doesn’t make it to the stairs, taking a hit in the hallway. From there on out, it’s a fire fight. You have no idea how many soldiers are hit, only watching for Steve’s red polo and Javi’s bright blue short sleeves.

The last push sends Escobar toward the roof with nowhere else to escape to. A quick glance between the three of you and your heart is pounding as Javi leads the way. If anything happens to your husband today, you know you’ll end up giving birth in prison after you murder whoever the hell had the audacity. So you follow, close on his six with Steve at your back. As partners.

Adrenaline is coursing through Javi's veins, the shouts and curses from Pablo are loud, followed by the sound of gunfire. He glances back at you and Steve before he runs up the last steps to join the fray and chase down the man that has been dodging them for years. He knows what will happen if things turn south. You might curse him for it for the rest of your life, but Javi will put himself between you and a bullet if it comes down to it.

It’s fast when it happens - Javi is the one to breach the roof first, gunfire wild and desperate when you and Steve emerge behind him with soldiers on your tail. The three of you fire - three rounds sending Pablo Escobar crashing onto roof tiles with an obscene cracking sound. The sniper positioned one house over sends another bullet into his body, and the soldiers who breach the roof behind you fan out, each adding another bullet to the claim you’ve all staked.

This is the team that kills Pablo Escobar. These are the people who have caught one of the most infamous drug kingpins of all time.

For a minute all you can do is stare - inching forward with your partners to kneel next to the body. The face of the devil, that has haunted for you years, is sad and cold.

“Fuck.” Javi looks down at the body that is laying on the roof before he looks up at you. Relief, and other emotions that he can’t even begin to describe are coursing through him. He claps Steve on the back, panting and huffing out a laugh before he reaches for you. His hands a little more tender when he starts to strip the vest off your body, needing you as close as he can get you on the roof of a house with a drug kingpin dead less than half a foot away.

The only sound you can manage at first is a soft “Oh my god,” as you look down at Escobar’s body. Javi’s hands bring you back to reality: reaching for your vest to pull it off of you and let you breathe. Your other hand reaches for Steve, grasping blindly and eventually finding his wrist to wrap your fingers around. His pulse is erratic as yours is, and the knowledge floods through all three of you. He’s dead. It’s over.

Your eyes rake over your partners: not a single wound on any of you. You’re not sure how you managed to escape it, but you won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

"He's gone." Javi knows it's foolish, but his hands keep running over your body checking just to make sure you weren't hit. He looks over at the body, a member of the Search Bloc lifting Pablo's head up and he's struck by how different this entire scenario played out in his head years before. He hadn't imagined the man that had a terroristic grip of much of the country to look so pathetic. Missing a flip flop and gunned down on a roof, his fat belly hanging out from the shirt where it had ridden up when he fell. It was indeed his fall from grace.

“I’m okay.” You promise him, leaning forward to press your forehead against your husband’s for reassurance. Your hand still around Steve’s wrist squeezes it gently. “Baby’s okay. I scratched my arm on the way up the stairs, that’s it.” Your eyes wander over your partners again, reassuring yourself that they finished this pursuit unharmed as well.

None of you took credit for killing Pablo, no one could say exactly who fired the shot that killed the Colombian drug lord, so you stood back and let the Search Bloc take the credit. Javi didn't want it anyway. Steve posed for a photo while he stands with you, his arm around your stomach. "You want to photo for posterity, cariño?" He murmurs in your ear.

You nod, surprised at how fiercely you do want the proof. You know that if it’s taken, it will end up in history books. A pregnant female DEA Agent was part of the team that took down Pablo Escobar. Every girl who was told they were too weak, not smart enough, too female for this work would to be able to point to that photo and say I can. That’s who this photo was for. Not only you.

Javi smirks, kissing your cheek and pushing you gently towards the group. Watching you make your way over to Steve and the photographer to make sure that your image goes down in the history books. They can't claim you rode a desk for the entirety of the hunt. That you were a glorified paper pusher. Although he knows once Messina sees the picture, all three of you will be yelled at. It's worth the ass chewing to see the smile of your face though. A hundred ass chewings would be worth that.

He huffs when you wave him over, throwing your arm around Steve. Of course, you wanted a picture of the three of them in front of the body of the man who had brought you together. If it hadn't been for Pablo Escobar, who knows if or when you would have met. Damn sure wouldn't have gotten as close and he wouldn't have found the family he had always needed. If anything, he owed Pablo. Without him, he wouldn't have found his version of heaven.

“Connie’s going to be pissed.” Now that your mind is catching up and your heart almost back to normal, your shock is giving way to the rest of your emotions. “Messina’s going to be pissed. But Connie’s going to be pissed,” you shake your head and heave a breathy laugh.

Steve nods and Javi hums in agreement. “I was going to argue but I know you would have kept arguing with me until the kid was born.” He tells you, cupping your cheek and grinning at the stubborn streak you have. “Figured it was just easier to agree and then let Connie yell at you later.”

“This is totally on me.” You nod in agreement. “Messina can throw the fucking book at me, and I’ll sleep on the couch for a month. I don’t care.” You nuzzle Javi’s hand and sink against him for a hug, wishing you were already in the car so you could do the same with Steve. “It was worth it.”

Javi chuckles, pulling you tighter into his arms. “No way that is going to happen.” He huffs. “You’re pregnant. You’ve got the ultimate upper hand right now.”

It was true. Every single one of them had been completely at your mercy. You wanted to sleep in the big bed? They were sleeping in the big bed. You wanted a foot massage; someone was rubbing your feet. All three of them were tripping over themselves to take care of you. While Connie would be pissed, he could almost guarantee she would be snuggled up against you before the day ended.  

“The baby that caught Pablo Escobar,” you joke quietly as the members of Search Bloc start loading the body on to a stretcher to be taken away. There are tv cameras, news vans, and reporters emerging out of the cracks in the sidewalk, and you have to wonder how they all managed to find you so quickly.

Javi stares at the scene, hands on his hips and looks at the circus. Everyone wanting a piece of the history. He’s tired, and he already knows that there are just more bad men waiting to be captured.

“I’m done.” He announces quietly. “When we file the final reports, I’m resigning.”

You and Steve both feel your heads snap toward him at once, shock mixed with a sort of gut understanding. Javi had made this his whole life. This chase, that had just ended, was almost his entire career. It had taken so much from him, despite it being how you had all found each other. “What are you going to do?” Steve’s voice is hushed and suddenly he’s not sure Javi hasn’t just made the smartest decision of the three of you.

He sighs deeply and looks around the scene again as if he’s avoiding your eyes before he finally looks back at the two of you. “I had thought to go home. Go back to the ranch and work with my pops.” He admits, yearning for a slower pace after so much action. “But there’s more than just me to consider.” He says softly. He knows you and Steve won’t want to give it up. You aren’t as weary of it yet. The two of you also hadn’t almost traded your souls down here in Colombia like he had. There have been things he’s not quite admitted to you, or himself yet. “I guess I’ll be the stay-at-home dad until I figure it out.”

He chews his lip and brings up another worry of his. “Hopefully they wouldn’t reassign you two to different parts of the world.” That was the thing that scared him. The DEA didn’t care that you and Steve worked well together and it’s not like you can claim spousal privilege to stay together.

“No.” You said flatly, refusing the accept the idea of any of you being apart. Your head is too jumbled to have another proposal, but separating your family is not an option. “You can retire, amor, and that’s fine. That’s your decision.” You lower your voice even though no one is paying attention to you in all the commotion. “But this family is staying together.”

“Shh,” Steve shakes his head, looking around for prying ears or eyes. “Let’s talk about this at home.” He says, ever the levelheaded one.

Javi nods, reaching for you and putting his hand on your back. “It’s not something that I’m doing right when we get back to the office.” He promises. “This is too big not to sit down and talk with everyone.”

You are largely silent on the way back to the office. Just the three of you in the truck as you drive from Casablanca to base, stewing in your own thoughts after Javi’s announcement.

You had assumed that once this was over, you would all go back to the States together. You and Javi could claim spousal privilege and be assigned to the same office, and you could all throw your weight around as the Team That Caught Escobar to bring Steve with you, wherever that was. Connie could get a nursing job anywhere, and she’ll be so thrilled to be able to leave Colombia that she won’t mind having to find a new position.

The reception you get when you walk back into the office is mixed to say the least. TVs in every office are playing the news, people are applauding the three of you with a standing ovation.

Everyone except Messina. Who is leaning against your cluster of desks with her arms crossed and the face of an angry, disapproving mother.

Javi grunts, ignoring the applause, his hand on your back when the three of you walk up to your desks to face the music. “It’s okay.” He murmurs to where only you can hear.

“My office.” Messina growls, immediately heading for her open door. The three of you follow with small exchanges looks, and you square your shoulders, ready to take the brunt of this punishment.

“You’re on desk duty Peña.” She points at you, making no mistake who she is talking to. “Why the fuck were you on camera walking away from the building without a goddamn vest on? For some glory?”

You clench your jaw, unmoving, until she takes a breath. “I took off my vest after it was done,” you explain, keeping your voice as even as you can. “We had a clear and definite location, confirmed sighting and a Search Bloc team. All due respect, ma’am? I earned this. Glory doesn’t mean shit.  I earned the right to be part of this team and took it, despite Peña and Murphy fighting me on it.” If you can save them from punishment, you will.

“I took her vest off after the shooting was done.” Javi adds. “Checking her to make sure she had not been hit. She was wearing the vest and behind me the entire time we pursued Escobar.” He pauses, refraining from looking over at Steve. “Do you really think I would let her put our child in danger?” He demands, his brow furrowed. “She worked just as hard as we did to catch the son of a bitch. She deserved to be there when we did.”

“I’m not disputing that,” Messina’s jaw is set. “This isn’t about credit. This is about disobeying orders and how I’m going to have to deal with the paperwork from your wife,” she glares at Javier. “My agent running into the field without giving me so much as a heads up so I can prepare for the shit storm from the ambassador.” She scowls at the three of you - Steve the least, knowing that the Peñas have more stubbornness in their combined bodies than most entire continents. “Get your reports filed and go home. I’ll cool the ambassador down before tomorrow. But Peña…”

“Ma’am?” You hold her gaze, knowing now that she’s on your side.

“I’m cuffing you to that desk until maternity leave, understand me?”

You let out a half smile, holding in your usual smirk, and nod. “Yes ma’am.”

Steve snorts as the three of you walk back to your desks. “Has to be the Peña fucking charm.” He jokes. “Jav could get by with anything by flirting and you just bowl them over with that straightforward attitude.”

“Messina wants a woman at the front of this at much as I do,” you admit, dropping down into your chair. “If Noonan were still here, we’d be getting a whole different attitude from that office.” That was only partially true, you expected, but you and Ambassador Noonan had always gotten along on the basis of solidarity between women in a man’s world of politics. You lean back, your hand resting naturally where it now did at almost all times - on the underside of your growing belly.

“I’m getting you some water.” Javi murmurs, lifting a brow at you and Steve. Steve nods and Javi turns around to head to the little kitchenette for coffee cups full of water instead of coffee. Since you weren’t able to drink it, they were trying to show solidarity by not drinking coffee all day. He also knew Steve would want a moment with you by himself, leaving was just an excuse to give it to him.

Steve walks over, squatting down beside the desk and looking over at you. To anyone passing by, it would just look like he’s talking to you. Something that the three of you did a thousand times a day. “Baby okay?” He asks quietly, wanting to reach out and rub your belly.

“Baby’s good,” you nod, turning in your chair just enough for him to put a hand on your bump. You had tried to make it seem like a normal action between you and had always let your partner - your husband’s ‘best friend’ be reasonably more affectionate towards you since your pregnancy had become public knowledge. You resisted the urge to brush Steve’s hair out of his face to get a better look at him, but put your hand on top of his instead, like you were guiding him to feel something even though the baby hadn’t started kicking yet. “How are you doing?” You ask softly.

“Processing.” Steve admits softly. Javi’s announcement had made him realize that Colombia was special. There would never be a place that the three of you were given so little oversight and allowed to be yourselves as much as you had been.

“Javi?” You ask, knowing the answer. Steve nods and you sigh quietly. “I…I don’t think I’d mind going back to being a cop.” The thought had been swimming for a while - what would you do once you were a mom and the DEA was no longer a productive place for you to be. “Could finally make detective,” you joke with a huff.

Steve stares at you for a long moment. The idea that he had when Javi first spoke up about life after Escobar not something that needed to be discussed here. More suitable for the privacy of your home. “Anyone would be crazy not to take you on.” He tells you, sliding his hand down to squeeze your knee affectionately.

“Let’s do the paperwork and go home,” you tell him, appreciating the support. “You should call Connie first, though.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Hell no.” He huffs. “I’m not dumb. She’s not yelling at me just because she’s seen the news. I’ll take a bullet for you but this? You’re on your own.” He stands and walks back over to his desk chuckling. “You call her.” He dares you.

You chuckle, resigned, and shrug. He’s right. This is on you, and you’ve said as much. But by now she’ll have seen the news and she deserves to hear it from her family. You pick up the receiver, dialing the comuna with determination. Hoping to god that the other mother of your child doesn’t reach through the phone and kill you herself. Messina and Crosby were nothing compared to how mad she was going to be.

“Who fucking let her on that goddamn roof!” Connie doesn’t even bother with pleasantries, knowing full well it’s one of you calling her after her heart stopped watching the news. “She’s fucking pregnant!”

“I know I am.” You try to keep your voice as calm as you can. She has every right to be furious with you. “Javi and Steve fought me on it. This is on me, not them.”

“They should have handcuffed you to the fucking steering wheel!” Connie fumes, her voice cracking she’s so angry. Tears are pooling in her eyes, but she can’t help it. “Bad e-enough I have to-to imagine J-Javi and S-Steve out there every day, but I-I could sleep better knowing you and our baby were safe behind a desk.” She’s bawling down the phone now, pure relief that you are okay releasing the floodgates of emotion. “Are you okay, baby? You— fuck, you’re not hurt? Tell me you aren’t hurt.”

“I’m fine,” you promise her, letting her scream and rail as much as she needs to. You’ll take whatever she has to dish out, and more. “I wore a hip vest the whole time and stayed behind the boys.” You lower your voice so only she can hear you down the phone. “Baby, I’m sorry. But I had to be there. We knew exactly where he was for the first time ever and had an entire Search Bloc team at our backs. This…” you can feel yourself start to get emotional too, holding it back as much as you can. “I earned the right to be there. And you be as mad at me as you need for as long as you need. But don’t punish them for what I did.”

Connie stays silently for nearly two minutes. Only speaking when you worry that she’s hung up on you. “You’re right.” Her voice is tiny, shamed when she thinks about the position you are in. You have given up field work, what you loved to give your family, her family a baby. And here she was screaming at you when you had done everything you could to keep yourself and the baby safe. “I’m sorry, I just— I don’t—"

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” You’re relieved when she speaks again, that she’s speaking to you at all. “You have every right to be mad. But I’m okay. We’re all okay. And we’re going to have a long talk when we get home about what comes next. Does that sound okay?” You want to suggest a victory dinner. A celebration. But this is about more than that. This is about your entire family.

“I’m so proud of you. All of you.” Now that she’s screamed at you, Connie feels like she can breathe again. Reminding herself over and over that this is it Escobar is gone. “I’m gonna leave work early and pick up something for dinner.” She suggests, extending an olive branch. “Make a celebratory dinner.” It stings sometimes that you can’t all go out as a family, instead having to pretend to be couples, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to stay away from you if you all went out to dinner.

“That sounds perfect.” You nod against the receiver as though she can see you. “We’re filing our paperwork and then we’ll be home. I—" you sigh, wanting some badly to tell her you love her. “Well…you know.”

“I love you too.” She knows what you want to say. For all anybody knows at the clinic, she’s talking to Steve. “Just come home soon, don’t spend all night writing reports.” She tells you before she ends the call.

“I don’t think she’ll stay mad.” You put down the phone, seeing that Javi has come back with water, and down yours in an instant. You hadn’t realized how thirsty you were until you saw the water. “She wants to make dinner…at home…the four of us. We shouldn’t stay here all night.”

“On a scale of one to ten, how fast did her voice crack and she started crying?” Javi asks, swapping your empty cup for his full one.

You sigh, scrubbing your face in your hands. “Third sentence.” You don’t regret your actions one bit, but you hate that you upset the woman you love.

“You’re in the clear then.” Steve tells you with a grin. “Just expect to be smothered for the next day or so in affection.”

“Oh noooo…” you joke, drawing out the word with sarcasm. “I hate affection. That sounds terrible.”

Javi snorts and shakes his head at you, pushing the other glass of water closer to you. “Keep that same attitude when you can’t move tonight.”

“You bet your ass I will.” Accepting the water, you sip at it this time instead of draining the cup. “Listen. I know you guys didn’t want me to come…because of the baby. But…thank you for knowing that I needed to.”

Steve nods, knowing that if he had his way, you wouldn’t have come within 10 miles of that roof. But he tries to remind himself that it’s just the caveman coming out in him. The fact that - despite you four being the only ones that know - that’s his baby in your womb.

Javi reaches out and cups your cheek. “I know you needed to be there. I’m just glad nothing happened. I can’t lose you, cariño.”

You shake your head, pulling your desk top into order in front of you. “You guys aren’t getting rid of me that easily. You’ve got years left with my stubborn ass.”

“I fucking better.” Javi pouts at you. “I would be a horrible fucking widower.” He had seen what his pops went through when he lost his mother. He never wanted to experience that.

Steve huffs indignantly. “Neither of you is going anywhere.” He states simply, not willing to imagine anything different. “We’re all living forever. That’s that.”

With his back turned to the regular traffic of the office, Javi winks at Steve. “Of course we are.” He smirks and watches you finish the other glass of water. “Now set a timer. Ten bucks says she’s peeing in ten minutes.”

“I hate you both,” you grumble, knowing he’s probably going to be right. “Do your fucking paperwork so we can go home.”

He’s laughing when he sits back down at his desk, smirking at you and thanking God that nothing had happened. He had been serious. He was fucking tired of the bullshit and red tape. Tired of barely being able to sleep because of some of the things he had done or seen. Where he went didn’t matter. He wanted to go home because he knew what to expect, but he would follow you and Steve wherever he had to.

******

You were out of the office as fast as possible, wanting nothing more than to go home to your little house with Connie waiting. You poured yourselves into the Jeep in the parking garage and sat quietly for a minute before you pushed yourself toward the front seat to finally be able to kiss Steve. You couldn’t even find words in this moment, the gravity of what you’d done starting to truly set in. You had risked the entire future of your family, and while you still didn’t regret it - and never would - you still felt that you’d spend the next year of your life being more careful than you’d ever been before.

Steve cradles your head and mashes his lips to your rather desperately. His own emotions being poured into the first ounce of physical affection he can give you. Javi watches with a small smirk on his face, knowing exactly what the man was feeling. You would be lucky if you weren’t handcuffed to the bed for the next five months.

“I’m okay, baby,” you remind him, pressing another kiss to Steve’s lips before you even open your eyes to look at him. “We’re okay. It’s over.”

He breaks the kiss and leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours. “You know what would have happened, right?” He asks hoarsely. “If someone had shot at you?”

“I know.” Neither of them would have let anything happen to you. The two men who mean the most to you in the world would have taken that bullet without a second thought, and knowing it made you sick. Bile in your stomach churning and spiking your anxiety for a moment. “I know.”

“Okay lovebirds.” Javi feels sick even imagining everything that could have gone wrong. “Let’s get home to Connie and take our collective spankings.”

******

Twenty minutes later, Connie was opening the door after staring out the front windows waiting and watching for the car.

“Ready to face the music, sweetheart?” Javi asks, opening the door for you to get out.

You square your shoulders, getting out of the Jeep and head for the front door where Connie looks like she could spit fire. “Let me have it.” It’s an off thing to encourage, but you want her to get it all out of her system and not hold anything back. Letting anger or frustration or confusion fester inside of her would be worse in the long run.

“I’m going to kill you.” Connie does the exact opposite of that, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you into her arms, burying her face in your neck and breathing you in. She shudders and takes big gulping breaths, tears falling again. In relief as much as anger, overwhelmed by the knowledge that this was over.

“Shhh…” you rub one hand up and down her spine soothingly. You can’t imagine what she must have felt, seeing all three of you on that roof on the news. How terrified she must have been.

Steve herds all of you into the house, shutting the door behind you before putting his arms back around both of you, hugging Connie in the middle of a sandwich group hug. “Let it out.” You encourage her, a low whisper in her ear.

Javi doesn’t come over, instead he goes to the bar cart and starts pouring drinks. While you can’t have anything, the three of them deserve a stiff drink. He pours you a ginger ale and brings the glasses over to where the three of you are still hugging.

“Do you want to sit?” You ask Connie, reaching to wipe her tears away with the pads of your thumbs. She must be exhausted, having been tense for hours. You take her drink from Javi as well as yours, gently nudging her toward the living room sofa and sit down beside her to hand her, her drink.

She lets out a small laugh. “You are the ones that got Pablo today. Risked your lives and you are taking care of me.”

“We love you,” you remind her gently. “It doesn’t matter what else happened today. You’re upset, so we’re here for you.” To you, anyway, it was that simple.

“It’s so fucking selfish of me.” She whispers, her face turning red and she ducks her head so that her hair hides it. “My first thought was the baby.”

You look up at the guys before bringing your eyes down to Connie again, tucking her blonde hair behind her ears to wipe more tears from her cheeks. “How is that selfish?” You ask quietly, shaking your head at her a little. “How is it selfish at all to think about the safety of the one member of this family who can’t take care of themself yet?” You kiss her forehead, drawing her into your arms again. “No, mi paloma. That’s not selfish. That is a mother’s instinct.”

“It’s selfish because I was thinking that if something happened, I would lose the opportunity to be a mother…again.” Her voice is so low Javi can barely hear it, but it breaks his fucking heart at how she’s beating herself up. They had spent more time together while you and Steve were trying for the baby, he had dried plenty of tears over her own inability to conceive.

“Girasol…you are human.” He whispers, reaching out and squeezing her knee. “It doesn’t mean you are selfish. We all would have been upset.”

“Baby, look at me,” you hook your finger under her chin and bring her eyes up to yours. “You’re allowed to feel however you feel. No one here is upset with you for thinking of the baby first. It’s why Javi insisted I wear a full vest and why Steve kept me in cover. And why I’m going to willingly handcuff myself to my desk until maternity leave.” You echo Messina’s words, knowing in your gut that she was completely right to say it.

Connie nods, lashes wet and her shoulders slump, relieved that you don’t hate her for her feelings. “I love you.” She promises you, clutching your hand. “I love you so much and I’m – I don’t want to lose any of you.”

“l love you too.” You squeeze her hand but let her out of your arms so Javi and Steve can embrace her, too. “You’re not going to lose us. I told the guys…you all have a lot more years of my stubborn ass to deal with. I love you all too much to go anywhere.”

She chokes out a laugh as Steve pulls her against him. Javi looks over at you and smiles, leaning in and kissing you. “Next time though, I’m tying you to the fucking bed.” He warns you playfully.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, mi corazón,” you laugh, kissing him again.

“Idiot.” He rolls his eyes but he kisses you yet again, letting his lips linger on yours.

“Your idiot,” you remind him with a grin. “But we have more to talk about.” Leaning against Javi’s shoulder, you prepare for the next phase of this conversation: what comes next.

“Let’s talk about it over dinner.” He suggests, throwing his arm around you and tucking you in closer to him. He had learned that you all communicated better when you were eating.

You hug your ginger ale while Connie and Steve get up to set the table and take dinner out of the oven. The smell of heavy spices fills the air and you smile, knowing that Connie has once again spoiled you with her amazing cooking. “Whatever you want to do,” you murmur against Javi’s chest. “I support you.”

“I’m not the only one involved in this.” He reminds you. “We decide where we are doing together.”

“I know,” you say for the hundredth time today. “But I want you to be happy. Whatever that ends up meaning.”

Javi cups your cheek, his dark eyes serious as he looks at you. “Cariño, I’m happy as long as I am with you and Steve and Connie.” He assures you.

“Dinner time, lovebirds,” Steve teases playfully, going to grab the bottle of whiskey from the bar. His other hand already has the bottle of ginger ale in it.

Javi helps you up, unable to resist caressing your stomach. Your jeans had started getting tighter, but you had resisted getting maternity clothes. He slides the button out of its loop and drags the zipper down to give you some more room. “Soon we will have to buy you more clothes.”

“Why do I have a feeling you’re going to love that?” Javi couldn’t get enough of that little bump, delighted every time you whine that another favorite piece of clothing no longer fits.

“I would have no problem you being naked the entire time.” He admits with no shame, throwing you a grin.

“I can’t go to work naked, amor,” you pinch his side before you sit down at the table.

“Sure, you can.” He tells you, grinning. “We just have to be sneaky about it.”

You roll yours eyes at him playfully and Connie actually laughs a little - the first time since everything has happened that she's let herself really breathe. "Thank you for dinner, love." You sit down between her and Javi, knowing she needs the security of you and the baby beside her right now.

Javi fixes your plate and hands it to you before he fixes his own and hands the dish to Steve. “Connie…” Javi starts, wondering how she will take it. “I’ve already told these two, but…I think I’m ready to resign from the DEA.”

She had already picked up her fork but drops it abruptly, staring at Javi in surprise. "You what?" She breathes.

He looks over at her and sighs. “I’m done.” He tells her. “I’m tired of chasing bad men. I – before this—” he motions around the table. “I was close to losing my humanity.” He pauses. “I came close to working with Los Pepes.” He admits.

You sigh heavily, looking across the table at Steve. You and he had had a feeling, a strong one, when everything with Los Pepes was going down, that Javi was more invested than he should have been. "But you didn't," you remind him, gently asking him to come over the table with a little wave of your hand.

Javi comes over and sits down. “Yeah?” He asks, his shoulders tense.

You know what he's asking. What he's not saying because he's afraid of the answer, and you shake your head. "You're a good man. Doing a hard job. Trying to bring evil men to justice. If you think anything is going to change how much you've done for this country, you're crazy."

He relaxes, reaching over and taking your hand and squeezing it gently. “I love you.”

"I love you, too." You let your hand sit in his, each of you taking a few bites of food with one hand each. "What are you thinking, Blue Eyes?" You throw the question to Steve, intrigued by the fact that you had confided your idea in him earlier, but he hadn't said anything about it in return. "You want to stay?"

“To be honest…” Steve finishes chewing his food and swallows. He glances at Connie and then back at you and Javi. “I wouldn’t mind if we all fucking quit.”

"A mass exodus? All of us gone just like that?" You hadn't expected that from him. To be so willing to step back and start over. But then - Steve was inherently a loyal, loving man and he was about to become a father.

Connie swallows the bite of food she had almost forgotten to chew, practically falling out of her seat to throw her arms around her husband in utter relief. "Thank god," she murmurs into his hair, holding him tight to her torso.

“We just need to figure out what we are going to do.” Javi says, smiling as he looks at how relieved Connie is. She had never handled the threats of violence well.

"You mentioned the ranch," you nudge him a little, wanting to get to the bottom of those thoughts he had been having that he hadn't clued you in on yet. When Connie looks over at you, you smile. "Javi wants to go back to the States. I think we all do."

“My pop owns a ranch in Laredo. It’s where I was raised.” Javi explains, even though he’s sure that most of you know. “If it were just me, I’d go home and help him. He’s getting older and the last time we talked he said he probably needed to hire someone to help him out.”

Connie swallows, almost too hopeful for words. "That...that's, I mean...a ranch," she shakes her head as if she’s trying to put the words in some coherent order. "Raising kids on a ranch sounds nice," she says finally, blushing red.

Steve stares at her for a second, remembering her ideas for having a small farm. “It would be nice.” He agrees, nodding and looking over at Javi.

You lean over, pecking Javi’s cheek and smiling. “We should call Chucho,” you say, looking around the table. “See if he minds having a family of five moving to the ranch and invading his space.”

Javi shoots Connie and Steve a nervous glance, shifting slightly in his seat. “I— uh, I’ve told my pop…about us.” He admits, flushing slightly. “He knows that we all—"

"You did?" Connie is agape, slumping down in her chair again. So much has already happened today that each new revelation feels like an extra heart is being slammed into her chest and making her chest feel so full.

"You told him about..." You love Chucho. You really do. He's probably the best father-in-law you could ask for, but Javi took an amazing leap of faith if he told his father about him and Steve.

“Yeah.” Javi exhales the word and then his lips curve up in a slow grin. “He said he couldn’t wait to meet all the people that would put up with my shit.” He chuckles. “He said he always knew one woman couldn’t tie me down, but a man was a surprise.” He looks over at Steve. “Not a bad one though.”

"Well, fuck," you shake your head, laughing breathlessly, utter disbelief mixed with relief. Of all the things you thought you might hear tonight; this was definitely not one of them. "I mean...that's enough for me." You look to Steve and Connie. "If that isn't a sign that Laredo can be home, then I don't know what is." You would have to call Chucho tomorrow and thank him. For loving Javi the way he does and for being so accepting. He can't possibly know how much it means to his son, and to you.

Javi looks at the three of you in disbelief. “You— you want to move to Laredo?” He asks softly, almost in disbelief.

“I want to get the hell out of Colombia.” Connie says honestly. “And a nurse can get work almost anywhere. What matters most to me is that we can raise the baby someplace safe. So…yeah,” she smiles. Actually smiles. “Laredo sounds good.”

You scoot your chair closer to your husband, threading your fingers together to hold them in your lap. “I told you I would support you no matter what. If moving back to Laredo is going to make you happy, then I’m with you. I…” you shrug at Steve before looking over at Connie, who is absolutely over the moon about the idea of all of you getting out. “I wouldn’t mind resigning, either. I said it to Steve earlier: I wouldn’t mind being a cop again. Actually make detective this time. And I’m sure I could make my case to Laredo PD to join the squad.”

“Baby, it’s not like New York.” He warns you, knowing that you are used to the action. “Although I would prefer if you don’t work while you are pregnant.”

“I know it isn’t.” His little hometown is nothing like where you grew up, and you’re starting to like that about it. “Which means I can be with my family and we can live our lives in a much safer place. Cop or not, I want my family to be safe. After this place, that’s what matters most.” You can feel three sets of expectant eyes on you, ready to argue. “But I promise not to go back to work until after this little bundle is born.” You put your other hand on your bump, quietly letting them all know that you’re thinking ahead this time. “Maybe one or two more, depending on how we feel.”

“However many you want cariño.” Javi immediately assures you. It was amazing that you were giving them all children, but he never expected you to be a brood mare. If you told him this was the only one you wanted, he would accept that.

“It’s a decision we’ll make together.” You assert firmly. “But I’d like two.” You mean for Javi and Steve to each father one of the kids, but ultimately it’s up to everyone and you’re hoping Connie will be behind the decision as well.

Connie nods. “One from each of the boys. And then if you want more, you can make that choice.” She tells you, smiling happily. “I know that I’m going to love all of our kids. One, two, however many. No matter who’s they are.”

“They’re all of ours.” You know you feel that way. If it was just you and Javi, you would be the one giving birth anyway. So what did it matter that there were four of you instead? This was about your family. You chuckle, reaching for your drink again. “Maybe I’ll be a stay-at-home mom and have a half dozen little Peña-Murphy’s running around the ranch. Who knows? That might be even more adventurous than Laredo PD.”

Javi grins. “Peña-Murphy’s, huh? I like the sound of that.”

Connie ducks her head, raising an eyebrow at Steve. “Has a nice ring to it,” she admits.

Steve huffs, scowling at all three of you, although there is a playful light in his eyes. “How about Murphy-Peña? Huh? M comes before P anyway.”

“Peña-Murphy rolls off the tongue a little better,” you counter, letting the reality of it sink in. It would be an amazing way to have your kids truly feel like a big family. Because now that you’d said it out loud? A few sets of little feet running around was starting to sound pretty good to you. “What would you do if we went to Laredo?” It matters to you that everyone has a plan. That no one feels forced into the idea of like they’ve been stuck in a corner.

Steve scratches at the back of his neck and shoots Javi a look. “I grew up on a farm in Kentucky. A ranch can’t be that much different.” He looks over at you and Connie. “I kinda like the idea of working with Javi and his dad if they need the extra hands. If not, I’m sure there’s something I could do. I just want to be together.”

“It looks like we’re resigning.” You say it into the air. To no one in particular. But you know it is the sweetest music in the world to Connie’s ears, especially after seeing you on that rooftop today on the news.

Javi smiles, really smiles. One of the rare ones that he only shows when he’s extremely happy. “Looks like. Although, we’re gonna have to build a bigger house.”

“Definitely.” You put your other hand over his, holding it tight. “Especially if I find out I really like being a mom.”

“Let me call my pop tomorrow. Make sure he’s okay with all of us descending on him. Although I know he’s going to say yes.” Javi winks at you and grins. “He doesn’t know he’s going to be an abuelo yet. I wanted to save that for in person.”

You snort, shaking your head at your husband. “Lead with that. He’ll say yes to anything once he finds out.”

Javi grins. “He’ll ask why our asses aren’t already in Texas.”

******

It takes almost a month before you’re settled in Laredo - paperwork and resignations to be filed, a whole house to either pack up or sell off. By the time you’re getting comfortable in the house on the ranch, Chucho is already refusing to let you do anything and joining in with your three spouses in nearly forcing bed rest upon you.

Except for the matter of your Stateside ‘wedding’. The little vow renewal ceremony and reception is exactly the kind of party you didn’t get to have when you, Javi, Steve, and Connie simply went to the embassy on an off day to sign the paperwork.

This time your family came down from New York. Chucho, Javi, and Steve had strung the barn with lights. Connie had gotten one of the other nurses from the hospital to talk their band into playing. This time it was a party. A proper celebration. With you five and a half months pregnant and Javi never more than a foot from your side no matter what was going on.

“Hopefully this isn’t too boring for your family.” Javi murmurs in your ear, his hand rubbing your belly protectively while he watches everyone dance and mingle.

Steve and Connie were already on the dance floor, wrapped around each other like teenagers. It was good to see the blonde woman so happy, a weight being lifted off her since the three of you were no longer Drug Enforcement Agents.

“I think they find it like an anthropological experiment,” you joke, watching your brother and his now fiancée twirl to the music of the live band. Your parents are even getting along, which is a small miracle in and of itself. “The ranch is a far cry from Brooklyn.”

“This is true.” He nuzzles his nose against your cheek and kisses you. “Are you sure you don’t prefer to go back?”

“I like our life here.” You tilt your head back to look at him. “If we went back to the city we’d never be able to find a house big enough or have a yard for the little mister.” The four of you had piled into the doctor’s office together to find out the baby’s gender a few weeks ago, and everyone had shed happy tears to see a healthy little boy growing inside you.

“This is true. Although no offense to pop, I can’t wait until we can get our house built.” The plans were drawn up and the big two-story ranch house was going to be only a few hundred feet away from his dad’s house. But it would afford all of you some privacy. “I am ready for all of us to be back in a bed together again.”

You groan in agreement, missing the comfort of all of you being able to sleep side by side. “Mi amor, if we went back to New York? We would have to hide the four of us all over again. Here? With your dad? We can be a family. Why would I want to leave that?”

“True.” Chucho had been amazing through all of this. He had taken to Steve and Connie just like he had you. Never making Javi feel like he didn’t accept them or him for the life he chose to lead. Off the ranch, everyone was still cautious, but Javi had shocked the shit out of Steve the second week you were here when he came into the kitchen and kissed him in front of his dad without hesitation.

You nuzzle against him happily, letting your eyes drift shut for a moment to just listen to the sound of your friends and family enjoying themselves. “I’m glad we did this,” you murmur. The dress you’re wearing may be different than before - bigger now, to accommodate your belly - and the party is much bigger with half of Laredo stopping by to say congratulations and inspect the woman who tamed Javier Peña, but you would change it for the world.

“Javier, would you d-dance with me?” His grip on your waist tightens slightly but his eyes soften when he turns to see Josefina standing in front of the two of you, a bashful look on her face while she fidgets waiting for an answer.

She looks so different. In a good way. Javi notices the bruises are all gone and there is only a small scar under one eye, but it’s barely noticeable. She looks good, she looks like she’s 14 instead of a child playing dress up. Nor does she look like the distraught girl he had held while she screamed and cried in pain.

“Josefina.” He lets go of your waist and nods, impressed with how well her English was coming along. “Let’s go show them how to have fun, okay?” He leans over and kisses your cheek before he holds out his hand to lead her over to the makeshift dance floor.

In your eyes, this might be one of the best sights of the day. When you had showed up at the airport to pick up Josefina and your Gram, she looked happy. Spoke both Spanish and English with you confidently and told you about her school. She was a kid, just the way she was supposed to be.

Your brother was at your side a minute later, holding out his hand for you with a wide grin. “Come on,” he insists. “I wanna dance with my blimp of a sister.”

“Fuck You, Nicky,” you laugh, but take his hand anyway.

Javi smiles, nodding encouragingly while he shows Josefina the simple moves to the song and pulls the girl into his arms to start moving with the others. She’s giggling and laughing and if he didn’t know what she had been through, he never would have guessed. He was going to have to give your Grandma Rose a big kiss.

******

You have to bow out after one song, disappearing to the house to pee for the fiftieth time. When you come back you stop to refill your ginger ale - it being almost the only thing you ever want to drink now besides water - and set out in pursuit of finding your husband. As soon as you’ve spotted him, now dancing with your Gram, you’re all but ambushed by a coifed blonde in a floral dress.

“So, you’re the one who tied Javier down.” Lorraine gives you a sweet smile, a small quirk of her brow arching up and looks you up and down. “I see why it needed to be such a fast affair!” She titters likes she’s told a joke.

You nearly roll your eyes, having fielded this ‘joke’ a few times today already. “It’s actually our anniversary. We were married a year ago. When we were still in Colombia.” There’s something familiar about this woman that you can’t quite put your finger on, but you also feel like you’ve met half of Laredo today, so you just smile politely.

That makes her eyes widen, her gaze sliding down to your wedding rings, and she tenses slightly. “Javi’s – he gave you his mother’s ring.” It’s not a question but more of a statement. She shrugs, the smile returning to her face. “Those were never my style. I told him I wouldn’t wear something like that.”

Oh. it clicks in your head - the slightly aggressive greeting and the judgement make sense now. “You’re Lorraine.” Your smile actually widens, as you realize this woman was the one who your husband ran from - and who you have to thank for him still being single in Colombia. “They’re beautiful,” You’re only telling the truth of course, always having found Javi’s mother’s rings to be stunning. “And they mean so much to him. Maybe that’s why he saved them. Knowing he’d find someone worth giving them to.” Alright, so you could be slightly aggressive as well. But you’re a New York girl in a world of polite Southern smiles. You were going to speak your mind no matter what.

Her smile turns brittle, her blue eyes crystallizing as she shoots you daggers. “Or maybe he just didn’t want to spend any extra money on it.” She looks around the reception with judgmental eye. “This is all very…quaint.”

“If you need expensive jewelry and a big flashy party in order to be happily married, then what you wanted was the wedding, not the marriage.” From where you are, you can see your family and friends enjoying themselves immensely. People eating good food and laughing together. If this is what Lorraine considers unacceptable, it’s no wonder Javi didn’t go through with it. “This is perfect,” you realize you sound a little dreamy, and maybe that’s exactly the way you should be sounding right now, as you see Javi approaching out of the corner of your eye. “It’s a celebration.  Time with the people we love.” You pause, meeting her eyes dead on. “And some other people as well.”

“He loved me.” She tells you insistently. “And he still left, so it’s not always love that’s important. Security is important too.”

“Then it’s a good thing we have that in spades.” You know Connie would be pulling this woman’s hair out if she were standing here, but you can’t help but feel bad for her. Crashing her ex-fiancé’s wedding to assess the competition? Well, you had known plenty of women who had loved Javi long after he had been with them. You don’t really figure she should feel any differently.

“Well, that’s good.” She frowns slightly, looking over at Javi before she looks back at you. “Hopefully he doesn’t make the same mistakes he did before.”

“That’s the thing about growth,” you smile at your husband as he approaches, seeing the recognition on his face when it dawns on him who you are talking to. “You learn from your mistakes instead of repeating them. And I honestly think it’s safe to say that he has grown a lot since your relationship ended.”

Javi couldn’t believe that Lorraine was here. He knew that she had been invited to Danny’s wedding in a month, but he knows that he hadn’t invited his ex-fiancé to his vow renewal here in the U.S. Coming up behind you, his hands automatically go around you. One around your shoulder. the other immediately going to the swell of your belly. “Lorraine, it’s good to see you.” He offers. “A surprise, but how have you been?”

“We’ll I just heard about this little party of yours and I had to come by to give my congratulations,” she lies smoothly, having fully intended to come around to find out what the new Mrs Peña is like.

“Lorraine has been kind enough to give me a few tips on marital harmony.” You smirk at him, laughter dancing in your eyes. You can’t believe the audacity of this woman. “Todo esta bien, mi corazón.” Everything is fine, my heart.

"That's riiiiiight." Javi looks back at you. "Cariño, Lorriane has been married to...Randy, right? For what? Ten years now?" He asks, looking back over at the woman he had left at the altar. "How's he doing?"

“We’re just fine, thank you.” Lorraine ruffles, completely perturbed at how nonchalantly Javier is acting toward her. “Good, proper upbringing for our children,” she eyes your belly again. She’s now heard you speak fluent Spanish even if it was just one sentence, and you had said you were married in Colombia, so now all sort of theories were swimming in her head. “So tell me,” she simpers. “How did you two meet?”

“My wife was my partner in Colombia. One of them.” Javi tells her proudly. “She helped take Pablo Escobar down.” He smiles at you and leans in to kiss you softly. While some of this was just Javi being affectionate to you, he could see the way that Lorraine was puffing up like he was still hers. “We decided we wanted to come home after that, raise our children here.”

You can almost hear Lorraine choke on the words when she says: “How interesting.” And clears her throat. She is most definitely not interested, but thought she could come here and intimidate you or plant doubts in your head. Little does she know how many people have tried to do the same. “From Agent to housewife,” she says it like it’s a bad thing. Like you’ve downgraded somehow. “Don’t you think you’ll be bored sitting around this ranch all day with no criminals to chase?”

You almost roll your eyes. It’s approaching laughable, how hard she is trying to get under your skin. “You’re a mother,” you point out. “Have you ever had a moment of downtime with your kids? Any time you weren’t loving taking care of them? Wanting to play with them and teach them and watch them grow?” You honestly have a feeling she hasn’t done a lot of any of these things, but you don’t know her life. “If being a mom isn’t a full-time job, then I don’t know what is.” Regardless of thinking you might one day go back to law enforcement, you’ve decided for certain that right now, when your kids are young, you want to be home with them.

“She will have plenty of criminals to chase.” Javi’s annoyance spikes at the implication that you are settling. “We said what? 3 or 4 little brats running around?” He smirks and looks back over at the blonde. “And I’d prefer her not running across rooftops shooting at drug lords while she’s carrying our next baby.”

“I only did that once,” you point out, sending him a sly grin. “And I think it was worth it to catch Pablo Escobar.”

Lorraine seems to flounder at that - at Javier being so domestic. At you being so very much not the type of woman she expected him to settle for, If he has settled at all. “Well,” she draws herself up to her full height and smoothes her stress, plastering that polite smile back on her face. “There’s a little something from Randy and me on your gift table. It was…very interesting to meet you.” She doesn’t say nice. Nothing about this encounter was nice. “And good to see you again, Javier.”

You watch her walk away with so much amusement you can barely hold back the laughter. “Am I mean that that was fun?” You ask him under your breath when she’s out of earshot.

He chuckles, pressing his lips against your ear. “Is it had that I really wanted to introduce her to Steve and Connie?” He asks you, completely serious. If your parents weren’t here, he would have mentioned the fact that there were two others that were completely involved and that the baby in your belly wasn’t technically his, but he had been there the day the baby was conceived.

“Her head would have exploded,” you turn your head, laughing into his shoulder. “And Connie would have torn her to shreds.” You know Steve would have turned on that good country charm long enough to shoo her away, but Connie suffered no fools when it came to her family. Usually you didn’t either, but being almost six months pregnant and at your own vow renewal - the last thing you wanted was a fight. “I can’t believe she actually showed up.”

“I guess she didn’t believe the ‘close family only’ part.” Javi turns you in his arms and looks into your eyes seriously. “You okay? She didn’t say anything I need to go kick her husband’s ass for, did she?”

“Let’s see,” you push a fallen strand of hair out of his eyes and smile reassuringly. “There was the requisite joke about this being a shotgun wedding because I’m pregnant.” You tick each comment off on your fingers as you go. “The fact that you gave me your mother’s rings is because I wasn’t worth spending money on.” Tick. “Our reception is not up to her standards.” Tick. “You loved her and you still left which means you’re going to leave me, too.” Another tick. “Everything else you were here for.” You can see it on his face that Javi is seeing red, and you put a finger under his chin to bring his attention back to you. “She’s just one of those people who is only happy if other people are down. It’s okay, mi amor. What she thinks doesn’t matter. Our family is all that matters.”

“Hijo de puta.” Javi mutters under his breath, hating that she had shown up and tried to start her shit. Lorraine had no right to say those things to you.

You wave it off, going up on your toes to kiss him since the little mister is in the way. “It doesn’t matter,” you repeat, running your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck to soothe him a little. “It was going to happen eventually, and I’m glad it’s over.”

“Let’s go dance.” Javi urges you. “Then I want you to sit down for a bit. Get off your feet.” He tries not to smother you too much, but he doesn’t want you overly tired.

“How’s Josefina?” You change the subject to something that will cheer him up as he leads you to the dance floor.

He looks over at where the girl was laughing with one of his aunts, obviously enjoying the opportunity to relax. “She’s doing good. I’m fucking relieved.” He gives you a small grin. “She’s got a crush on some boy; she wouldn’t tell me who. But I’m glad Davis didn’t - you know.” He was glad her experiences hadn’t made her terrified of men and she was able to just be a kid and not have the kind of expectation that she was just an object to be used by some pervert.

“She has a crush on you, dumb ass.” You giggle, pinching his side.  “You saved her life. Very literally.” For as intelligent and perceptive as Javi could be, sometimes he didn’t see what was right in front of his face. “Gram says she still talks about you constantly.”

His eyes widen and he looks over at Josefina again. “No she doesn’t.” He shakes his head and looks back at you, sheepish realization in his eyes. “I didn’t encourage that, cariño. I would never.”

“It’s a good thing,” you promise him, wrapping your arm around his shoulder when you reach the dance floor. You love how bashful he is about it, like you could somehow ever be upset with him for being a hero to a child who was literally in hell. “She knows men can be good and kind. Honourable.” The dreamy look on your face is pure love. “That they can be protectors. Because of you, she doesn’t fear all men. And that’s a life changing thing for someone who went through what she did.”

He relaxes at that, knowing that Josefina has nothing more than a hero crush. While he would never consider himself a hero - he was the opposite of it, he knew that she would grow out of it in time. “I hope that she never goes through anything close to similar ever again.” He murmurs pulling you as close as he can with your expanding belly and tucking his face into your neck. “She’s a good kid. She deserves better.”

“She has a family that looks out for her now.” You sigh, rubbing his shoulders gently. “That’s what everything seems to boil down to for us these days. Family.”

“Family is what’s important.” He agrees, looking over at where Steve and Connie are watching you, a happy grin on both of their faces. “I just want all of us to be happy. We deserve it after the last few years.”

“Us and our three or four kids?” You raise an eyebrow at him, knowing he had picked a higher number to push his point with Lorraine, but also interested in if he meant it or not. As you say it, you see Connie and Steve and give them a little wave. You know you’ll be sandwiched between them on the sofa tonight when this was all over and the thought is so comforting.

“Yeah…uh, well I mean, if you want.” Javi sends you that grin he knows you love and often gets him out of trouble when you’re annoyed at him. “It’s your uterus, but I wouldn’t mind four Peña-Murphy’s running around, causing chaos. Or even more than that.”

You shake your head, still unable to resist this menace of a man. “I’m never going back to work, am I?” Even though you’re teasing him, the thought settles over you like a warm blanket. Maybe it’s the hormones, maybe it’s that you love your partners so much, but a big family doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all. “Let’s see what the other two think before we start picking out more names,” you smile. “We still need to name the little mister, first.”

“As long as we don’t name him after the fucking hillbilly.” Javi snorts, grinning at you before he looks up and winks at the Murphy’s.

Eventually people would find out about this. Secrets don’t stay secret for long in a small town like Laredo. Especially when some of the kids didn’t look like him. But he didn’t give a fuck what people thought.

“No juniors.” You agree, resisting the urge to point out that Steve’s accent runs the risk of getting thicker again now he’s back in the south. Texas and Kentucky accents may be a world apart, but the influence is there. Not that you minded. The part of you with a voice kink hoped Javi might start sounding a little Texan eventually. Either way, Steve would always be your favourite hillbilly.

“I say we make up a big list and just start crossing them off as we use them.”

“We’ll have some interesting combination. José Ryan.” He groans out, imagining the gringo names they would come up with. He didn’t really mind, but he wouldn’t be playing his part if he didn’t give them some shit over it.

“We made Rose Carmelita work,” you remind him. Connie and Steve had already agreed they loved the name for your first little girl, whenever she joined the family.

“True.” He cocks his head to the side and leans in to kiss you again. “Doesn’t matter. As long as we all like the names, and they roll off the tongue when you or Connie are chewing their asses for being dumb.”

You hum into the kiss, happily letting yourself get lost in it because it’s your damn wedding reception and you can. “Heaven forbid their fathers discipline them.” You roll your eyes at him for effect, breaking the kiss to tease your husband.

“Shit.” Javi chuckles, shaking his head. “Nothing scarier than you two angry.” He huffs, quirking an eyebrow. “Why do you think that Steve and I are happy to escape with pop to go work on the far side of the ranch when we piss you off?”

“Stop pissing us off and you won’t have to run away,” you point out, but your tone is still playful. Nothing is going to get to you today.

“We’re men, baby.” He jokes, twirling your around easily before he pulls you back into his arms. “It’s in our DNA.”

“I’m reprogramming my body to only have girls after this.” It’s so different to see him like this - the man who all but refused to dance with you even the night before he proposed. He’s been so much happier, these last few months. The weight of the world lifted from his shoulders now that you’ve all left the DEA and are starting your family in the safety of the family ranch. Happiness looks so good on him.

“Expect me and Steve to bring out every gun we own to clean when they start dating.” He teases. “I know what those horny bastards are after.”

“If they’re anything like their daddies, it’s the girls that we’re going to have to keep our eyes on.” Not that you or Connie were any less direct when you wanted something. Hopefully that meant you could raise your daughters with confidence and agency. Intelligent girls who stood up for themselves.

“Pfft, like their mother’s aren’t just as horny.” Javi scoffs. He looks over at Connie and notices the way that she’s running her hand along the collar of her dress. “Look at her.” Javi whispers, turning your attention to the other woman. “Tell me she’s not thinking about laying you down and licking through your pussy. I think she is. And I know Steve is thinking about you riding him.”

Because you were in Chucho’s house, the four of you haven’t had many opportunities for being together all at once. Even though his dad said he didn’t care, it was still a bit like playing musical beds once the older Peña had gone to sleep.

You whine, pouting at Javi playfully. All three of them knew very well how your sex drive has rocketed up around the fifth month of your pregnancy, which meant for the past three weeks or so you had been pulling them each away as much as possible to satisfying the seemingly never ending ache in your core. “Tease,” you accuse under your breath.

Javi winks at you. “I may have rented us a hotel with connecting doors for the weekend.” He confides in you. “Figured we could all use a few days. Steve and I worked our asses off to get everything done so we could get away.”

“I fucking love you,” you laugh into his shoulder, smiling so wide you could split your face. “And I also love fucking you,” you add with a wink.

“Oh I know.” He is grinning himself, happy that you enjoy the little surprise. He wasn’t able to do more for you for a honeymoon in Colombia other than a quick trip back to Bogotá and this time you are pregnant, but he figured being able to have everyone in the same bed for a couple of days would do you wonders.

“I’m getting to the point where you guys can’t see me anymore if you’ve got your face in my pussy.” It’s been annoying you, not being able to share those moments with your lovers, but you know it’s for a good reason.

“We could always film it.” Javi’s cock twitches at the idea and he honestly doesn’t know why you haven’t discussed this before. He looks around to make sure no one was too close before he leans in and whispers in your ear. “I know you would love a video of Steve fucking me. Or maybe one where I’m fucking him with my hand wrapped around his cock, slowly jerking him off.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You groan, almost going literally weak in the knees. There is nothing quite so sexy to you as Javi being vulnerable and open with Steve as a partner since he realized he wasn’t straight - though Steve is the only man he’s ever looked twice at. It’s as romantic as it is horny, in your opinion. “Do we have a video camera? Please tell me we have a fucking video camera,” you beg in his ear.

“Hmm.” Javi nuzzles his nose right under your ear against your jaw. “There might be a video camera on the wedding gifts on the table.” He admits, having fully planned this out with the other two people you love. Mainly because they all agreed they wanted to capture how fucking sexy you are when you are pregnant. None of them could get enough of you. And if you only wanted one. this was a way they could remember it. “With tapes and a tripod.”

Your eyes pop up to his, well aware of the hungriness in them. “We’re leaving right after this, right?” The excitement pumps through you like a drug, that ache starting to return despite the fact that this party will be going on all night.

He smirks and kisses your lips gently. “As soon as we can slip away.” He looks over and Connie and Steve, smirking. “The official reason for the gift is so that we can film the delivery.”

“There’s going to be plenty of those,” you tell him, now certain of it. “I’d rather use the camera for something fun than the literal most painful experience of my life.”

He snorts and shakes his head. “Shameless. Our good friends get you such a thoughtful wedding present and you want to use it for dirty things.”

“Yes,” you look him dead in the eyes and smirk broadly. “Yes, I do.”

Heads turn your way when Javi busts out laughing. Right at the end of the song so that it was relatively quiet. Instead of being embarrassed, he just leads you over to where you had been sitting before, Connie already waiting with a fresh ginger ale for you. “She’s already ready to leave.” He tells Steve, winking at you as he sits down beside you.

“I assume you told her about the other thing?” Steve leans in and kisses your cheek - an affectionate act from your closest friends on a special day. No one would think anything of it. You accept your drink from Connie gratefully, with the same gesture.

“Why do you think she’s ready to go?” Javi asks, rolling his eyes. “Her parents are getting along, so it’s not like we are breaking up fights. And I think my ex has tucked tail and ran.” He glances around to see if he can spot the blonde.

“Lorraine showed up?” Steve bristles, protective instincts making him search the crowd for a woman that he barely even knows what she looks like. “What happened, honeybee? You okay?”

No one is nearby to hear your pet name, and you shake your head at him. “She came to pick a fight. It’s not like I haven’t dealt with Javi’s exes before.”

“A fight?” Connie frowns, her own eyes narrowed as she spoils for her own kind of fight to defend your honor.

“And I’m sorry for that, cariño.” Javi shakes his head. “I knew we would see her at Danny’s wedding, but I didn’t think she would show up uninvited.”

“I don’t care,” you reassure him. One of your hands squeezes Connie’s knee to bring her temper down a little. “It’s done, mi paloma. She wanted to come and see Javi miserable and tied down against his will, to make herself feel better. Instead, we’re happy and planning a big family and not taking her fucking shit.” You grin at Connie, wondering what she’ll make of the big family comment. “So she went off with a pout and that was that.”

Connie’s brow shoots up, immediately picking up on the specific phrase you had used. “Oh yeah?” She asks, slightly mollified but still looking for the woman who had insulted her lover.

“I think her brain imploded a little at the idea of Javi having three or four kids,” you laugh and are gratified to find Steve smiling dreamily at the sound of it. “But…I like it. If I haven’t fucking destroyed my uterus by then, maybe five or six? Who fucking knows. But…I dunno. I think retiring to be a mom sounds pretty fucking good.”

“Fuck.” Steve shuffles slightly and shoves his hand in his pocket, making Javi laugh because he knows exactly why the other man was having to do that. His own cock hardening at the idea of knocking you up five more times.

“Since everybody here seems to get off on me being as big as a house, I figured you wouldn’t mind.” You grin at Steve.

“You aren’t big as a house.” Steve automatically protests, frowning at your words.

“Give me three more months.” There’s nothing you want more than to be able to reach over and kiss him and Connie, but that will have to wait a little bit longer. Instead, you thread your fingers through Connie’s and hold her hand in your lap like so many straight women do with their own best friends.

******

The rest of the reception goes by without incident. Everyone from his side of the family comes over and congratulates Javi and warns you about his wild streak when he was younger. All good natured but it makes Javi’s teeth grind together all the same.

“I met him during his wild streak,” you end up telling each of your husband’s relatives, and they always seem temporarily confused that you were able to settle him down, but the conversations turn polite and that’s that. Your own parents have the audacity to give marriage advice and you feel like kicking their teeth in except Nicky is behind them making dumb faces like he always did when you were kids.

By the end, you’re sitting with Connie as Javi says the last few goodbyes and Steve is helping your brother, his girlfriend, Josefina, and Chucho in cleaning up.

“Mijo, go take your wife and your lovers off to your getaway.” Chucho urges Javi, walking over to take the broom from his son’s hands.

He had been surprised when Javi had told him about the relationship between him and the other couple, how you were also involved. He might not understand it, but he approved, never having seen his boy so happy and content. It didn’t hurt that Steve and Connie had quickly worked their way into his heart as well, their obvious love for Javi winning him over more than anything. The four of you together reminded him of him and his late wife, just more people involved. “Go.”

You still have to grin whenever you hear Chucho refer to you all as lovers, knowing he is going far out of his comfort zone to be understanding of your lifestyle. “Are you sure you don’t want help?” You ask, knowing both that he’ll say no and that you won’t be much help anyway.

“I’m old, not useless mija.” He scolds you lightly. “Besides your brother and Miss Josefina will help me put this place back together.” He lifts a brow at you. “Go. I’m tired of being woken up by doors creaking open every night. Enjoy a few days in bed together. I’m knocking down the wall between the rooms with Javi’s cousin while you are gone.”

“Pop!” Javi’s ears burn red with embarrassment. Something he hadn’t felt since he was a teenager.

Your eyes widen and Connie’s hold on your hand tightens to a full-on grab. “I don’t even know what to say,” you admit, all the gratitude in the world welling behind your eyes with the force of all those pregnancy hormones. “You’re…you’re an amazing father, Pop. And you’re going to be an even more amazing abuelo.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Like his son, Chucho didn’t take praise all that well, shuffling slightly before he walks over to where you and Connie are sitting. He leans down and hugs you. “You all make him happy. That’s all that matters mija.” He grumbles out, knowing that Connie can hear him too. He pulls away and shoots you both a serious look over the top of his glasses. “Just love my boy.” He turns his head to shoot the same look at Steve who is holding a trash bag.

“Popppp.” Javi whines, unable to just curl up and die like he would want to right now. Nearly 40 years old and feeling like a school kid.

“We do,” you and Connie say together, grinning when it happens in unison.

“So does Steve.” You put your arm on your father-in-law’s lightly and lean over to hug him. You smile as Connie walks away to help her own husband, and you squeeze Chucho’s arm. “I love those two with everything I’ve got,” you tell him quietly. “But Javi…he’s the other half of my soul.”

“He feels the same way about you, mija. He said you were his Carmelita.” There are tears in the older man’s eyes and he swipes his hand under his glasses to dash the tears away. “The four of you, it just seems….” He trails off for a second. “Natural. Fuck what the church might say.”

“Did he tell you we want to use her name for our first girl?” You wonder how much of it Javi feels comfortable telling his father, especially when things involve his mother. “Rose for my Gram and Carmelita for his mother.”

He nods, pressing his lips together to keep from more tears forming. “I knew you were special when he asked if I still had his mother’s ring.” He tells you after he composes himself. “He knew I would never get rid of it. His mother wanted him to have it. Knew right then he had found the one for him. And the fact that you are so in tune with him that this is what you both want is a miracle.” He gestures to the Murphy’s. “I worried about him settling for a long time. And now he’s just happy to be here - somewhere he wanted to escape from since he was a boy.”

“It was his idea,” you nod, a soft smile playing on your lips. “This is where he wants to be. And we all agreed.” There are about a million things you want to say, to ask him, but you know you have years yet to absorb all the wisdom from your father-in-law that you possibly can. “Now, as long as you’re sure you don’t need more hands, I’m going to steal these three away so you can have some peace and quiet.”

He smiles and leans in to kiss your cheek. “Go. Enjoy your time together.” He urges you and steps back to start sweeping again.

You practically skip over - the closest you can come to it right now - and throw your arms around Javi from the side. “Let’s get the others and run.” You grin, planting a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah?” Javi grins, nodding enthusiastically. “Grab the silver box from the gift table Con!” He calls out before he winks at you. “Ready?”

“Ready!” You reach for Steve with your other hand and nudge them both toward the car’s, where Connie is already heading. At this point, if Javi and Steve have done extra planning and circumvented your distaste for surpasses, you assume they’ve packed for the four of you.

“I had no idea about this.” Connie tells you, a goofy grin on her face. She’s practically vibrating with excitement at the idea of all being together again. “Other than the camera, of course.”

“We have to practice using the camera,” you tell her with authority, reaching to cup the back of her neck to draw her in for a kiss. “Make sure everything is in working order.”

“Yes we do.” She murmurs against your lips, grinning again. “I want to watch me eating your pussy until you scream over and over again.”

Your eyes slide over to Javi, who perfectly predicted this response. “Have you all been planning this?”

“Why do you think we bought the damn camera?” He asks you, rolling his eyes even as he shoots you a grin. “You are so fucking sexy pregnant, and we didn’t know if this was the only time you wanted to do this.”

“Fiiiine,” you draw the word out dramatically, as though you hadn’t declared already that you wanted to do this several more times. “But I want good video of Connie riding my face. I have always wanted to see what that looks like from the outside.”

“Fuck yes.” Javi practically pants, having to reach down and adjust himself. “Get in the fucking car.”

You giggle maniacally, gratefully accepting Steve’s help in getting into the car, and settle in for the drive after a short struggle with your seat belt. “Size of a house,” you grumble, seeing Steve frown out of the corner of your eye.

“Pregnant.” Connie reminds you, reaching forward and squeezing your shoulder. “And gorgeous.”

******

“Joey, go easy on your sister!” A sentence you feel like you shout five times a day, especially since your brother had given all three of your kids water guns for Christmas last year. Why he felt the need to give your two-year-old a water gun, you would never understand. But Connie was out there with them, so you weren’t too worried, holding little Isabella in her lap and helping her aim streams of water at her brother and sister.

You lean back, grateful for the rocking chair on the porch, and reach for the glass of ginger ale on the little table beside you, a difficult task with your belly growing again. Rose seemed to get the hang of the game, hiding behind the big tree in the middle of the yard for cover and popping out to spray Joey at every opportunity.

A dusty pick up comes into sight from across one of the fields, bumping along the road. Joey turns at the sound of the engines, squealing happily and immediately abandoning the game in favor of running back to the steps of the porch were all the kids have been told repeatedly to wait for their daddies. “Papa’s home! Papa’s home!”

Connie laughs when Rose sprints over to the stairs after her brother and puts Isabella on her feet so she can pull herself up as well. It takes them longer, toddling over together with Connie holding her little girl’s hand, but your heart swells every time you see it.

The truck comes into the yard carefully, Chucho unwilling to take any chances within his little bebitas. He adored his grandkids and climbed out of the truck just as eagerly as Javi and Steve.

“Beo!” You have sneaking suspicion that even when Isabella gets the hang of pronouncing her ‘L’s, she’ll still be calling her abuelo Beo. She claps happily when Chucho picks her up out of Connie’s lap and swings her around, making your heart stop a little just like every time he does it. He would never do anything to endanger the kids in any way, but it’s the mother’s instinct kicking in.

You go to hoist yourself out of your rocking chair but get an annoyed fist against your belly for jostling the baby.

“Chucho!” Connie scolds, along making the older man laugh.

“Stop fretting mija, she likes it.” He swings her around again before setting her on his hip.

Joey and Rose have hopped off the porch and attached themselves to their daddies’ legs as soon as both men are out of the truck. The way they’re acting you’d think Javi and Steve had been gone three months instead of three hours.

It was pure coincidence that Joey went to Steve and Rose went to Javi. Yesterday it had been the opposite, the siblings wanting their other dad. All they knew was that they had two mommies and two papas. “There’s my big girl!” Javi swings Rose up into his arms and blows a raspberry on her cheek while Steve does almost the exact same thing with Joey.

Javi had taken to parenthood like a duck to water. Every insecurity he had about being a bad father had melted away the day Joey was born. He loved it, wishing he could spend every minute of the day with them. He cuddles Rose close even as he walks up the steps to drop a kiss on Connie’s lips before bending down and kissing you softly. “How’s the slugger?” He asks, an amused look on his face over the nickname you had given the fourth child you were carrying.

“He hasn’t let me move from this chair in hours,” you gripe, pulling Javi back down to you for a quick second kiss while Steve says hello to Connie. “Every time I try, I get punched.”

Javi huffs, setting Rose down and kneeling in front of your belly. “Hey buddy, you gotta stop treating mama like a boxing ring. You’re messing up my chances for two more.”

Steve snickers behind him, bending over to drop a kiss on your head since he can’t get close enough to your lips. “You make aggressive babies,” he teases, hailing back to the way Rose used to kick like she was destined for the soccer pitch.

“Athletic,” you correct, smiling at both of them. “Let’s not forget that Joey used to treat my bladder like a punching bag.” You stifle a laugh. “Remind me why I’ve done this four times?”

“Because you love it.” Connie chimes in, an indulgent smile on her face. Even though she wished that she could have helped carry babies for the Peña-Murphy clan, she loved every single one of them and helped you out as much as she could.

“We all do.” You ruffle Rose’s hair in Javi’s arms and can’t help but look a look dreamy. Your other hand floats to your belly and you look around at your partners. “Anyone have name ideas yet?”

Javi looks around the group. “I have been kicking around Manuel. Manny for short.” He offers with a shrug.

Connie hums, a smile forming on her lips. “I like it,” her smile widens, and she leans over to kiss Javi. “Manuel Christopher, maybe?” Connie’s uncle Christopher had been a big part of her growing up, and she hoped everyone might be okay with continuing the tradition that each of their kids have a family name in the mix.

“I like that a lot.” Javi nods and looks over at the others.

“Steve?” Connie asks, smiling at her husband. You knew he was going to approve.

The blonde man looks down at Joey and lifts his brow. “What do you think? I like it.”

Joey frowns for a few seconds, clearly giving it serious thought. “S’ok,” he decides, nodding with authority. He has the same bright blue eyes as Steve, and the same sly smile as he reaches up to poke Rose on the arm and scream “You’re it!” As he bolts down the porch steps into the yard to play again.

“Down!” Javi very narrowly misses being kicked in the balls by Rose’s kicking to get down. Letting her down with an ’oof’ before she screeches out a war cry and runs after her older brother.

You look around for Chucho and Isabella, only to glimpse them inside the house where doting Beo is crooning a song in Spanish while he dances with her around the living room. You settle back in your chair, contented, as the other three pull up seats around you to watch the kids play. “Good trip?” You ask the boys. They’d only gone into town for a few basic errands, but it had still taken a little while. Sometimes you think you’ll never get used to how far apart things are here after having lived in cities all your life.

Javi props his hands on his hips and nods, his eyes on the kids playing the yard. “It was good.” He tells you shortly.

Steve snorts and shakes his head. “It was more socializing than anything.” He had learned that ranchers gossip worse than little old ladies. “We ordered the new posts for the northwest quadrant.”

“Kids missed you,” you point of needlessly. The kids always miss their daddies.

“We did, too,” Connie sets herself down in Steve’s lap despite there being a free chair beside him, leaving it open for Javi.

“Rose is starting to learn how to use cover to avoid getting drenched during water gun fights,” you tell them with a laugh. “I don’t know if I’m impressed that our 4-year-old is strategizing, or scared.”

Javi smirks, impressed. “Can’t have learned that from you.” He teases, winking when he looks back at you. He walks over and takes a seat, his hand automatically going to your stomach.

“I’m a big target!” You defend, covering his hand with yours. “If I don’t find cover I’ll never survive!”

He chuckles, conceding that point. “Although I know Steve is glad that you are pregnant.” He throws the other man a smug grin.

“You’re all glad when I’m pregnant.” You raise an eyebrow at him, wondering what he’s getting at.

“Yeah, but he bitched worse than I ever did.” He teases before he imitates Steve’s accent. “I fuckin got married so I didn’t have to wear a condom.”

You roll your eyes, having heard this from both men over the course of the last few years. Deciding that they would take turns fathering the kids had turned into quite a bit of pouting on the part of the man wearing the condom. “You guys were the ones who wanted to rotate,” you remind them.

Steve rubs his nose, also conveniently shooting Javi the finger. Javi just waggles his eyebrow. “Later baby.” He teases, making Steve huff, his cock twitching at the idea.

“We both have two kids.” Steve moans. “A boy and a girl. Do we really want to keep rotating?”

You and Connie exchange looks, not quite following where the boys are headed with this. “Are you guys saying you don’t want any more kids?” The idea actually breaks your heart a little. Your family may be big and unconventional, but you couldn’t possibly love it more.

“No, baby. We all want a big family.” Connie squeezes your shoulder reassuringly, shaking her head to calm your nerves. She knows how you feel about wanting the family to grow and would probably feel the same way if it was her giving birth instead.

Javi smirks, immediately understanding what Steve was trying to say. “Yeah?” He asks the other man, cocking an eyebrow at him.

Steve grins, nodding at him in answer to his question. “Fuck yeah.”

“Shit,” Javi breathes out, twitching in his jeans at the thought of it. “Russian roulette.” He chuckles at yours and Connie’s confused faces. “Neither of us wears condoms and whoever fathers the kid, fathers the kid.” He explains.

“You want to play Russian Roulette with my uterus?” You cover your mouth to stifle your laughter and not attract the kids’ attention.

Connie laughs but shrugs. “It’s up to you, love. I’ve never minded, past each of them having one of their own.”

You smirk at Javi and Steve skeptically. “Is this going to result in twice as much fucking when you inevitably make it a competition?”

“No.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

The answers come at the exact same moment from the men. Javi smirking when Steve scowls at him. “What? Be fucking honest. You’ve been pissy every time because I’ve knocked her up faster than you have. Just admit you have slow swimmers.”

“Oh my god,” you groan, dropping your head into your hand. “Who needs more kids when you have these two.” You joke to Connie.

Connie covers her mouth, shaking with laughter and turning red. “They’re horrible.” She tells you, blocking out the sound of the two men quietly bickering timelines for pregnancies.

“That doesn’t fucking count! She just went off the pill!” Steve hisses, making Javi chuckle.

“But that means more sex for you.” She tells you with a grin.

“Not just her.” Javi scoffs, ending his comment to Steve mid-sentence to correct the other Murphy. “You too.”

“All of us end up fucking more when we’re trying to get pregnant…and once I’m showing…” you snicker at all three of them. “Maybe there’s no difference at all and it’s just perception.”

Connie shakes her head. “Nope.” She counters. “It’s because you’re still really fucking sexy when you’re pregnant.”

Both men agree with Connie and nod eagerly. “You are sexy, cariño.” Javi insists. “You can’t think you aren’t. Three people say so, majority rules.”

“Alright.” You laugh, shoulders almost shaking with it, and reach out to try to touch all three of them at once. “In two or so months, Russian Roulette can begin.” You always insist on a month or so to rest after giving birth, after Bella was born it was slightly more. But given that your due date was in a few weeks, you were feeling pretty good about this.

“Are you sure you want to start again so soon?” Javi asks seriously. While he loved you pregnant, he also wanted you safe. So far you had magically had pregnancies with no major issues. He didn’t want to wear you out. God forbid they lose you.

“We’ll see what the doctor thinks.” You assure him, but turn to grin at Steve before busting out in giggles before you can even tease him. “Plus, sometimes it takes a while.”

“Et tu, Brute?” He grumbles, pouting and looking for the world like Joey when he doesn’t get his way.

You have to bring him down to you for a kiss, but you let it linger, silently promising you’ll make the joke up to him later. “I love you,” you remind him innocently.

“I love you too.” While he might be grumpy about you siding with Javi on the potency of his swimmers, he would never deny his love for you. “Just means we will have to double team you the first six or seven times when we are ready to start trying for another.” He tells you, squeezing Connie’s thigh.

“Fuuuuck.” You groan and pout at both men. Past a certain point you’re really just too big for anything like that to be comfortable and you are definitely past that point already. You’re going to be thinking about it for weeks now. You turn your eyes to Connie, batting yourself eyelashes and putting on your most pleading face. “Will you let the boys double team you after we put the kids to bed so I can watch?” You practically beg. If you can’t be a part of it, you want Connie to get the most pleasure she can.

Connie rolls her eyes at your incredibly stupid question. “The things I do to make you happy.” She moans sarcastically.

Javi snorts and shakes his head. “Only if you let us all eat your pussy after, cariño.” He counters, knowing you will never say no to that.

“The things I do to make you happy.” You echo Connie’s tone, grinning at all three of them.

Manuel decides that the moment he’s going to kick you, pummeling Javi’s hand and making him wince as you hiss in pain. “You deserve it, amor.” He tells you. “You’ve given us our family.” He looks over at the two playing in the yard and then back over at Steve and Connie, Chucho and Bella still singing in the big house. “Without you, none of this would have happened. You are the foundation of our family.” He doesn’t just mean the kids, he means all of it. Without you he never would have had the life he has now. The one that he wakes up every day and gives thanks for. “This is all yours baby. Our happily ever after is all due to you.”

“Nope.” You pop the ‘p’ and shake your head. “It’s all due to whoever called in the bogus tip about Poison.” Years later, you still think about it more often than you expected. “Whoever it was has my honest and very real thanks for sending us into that club.”

Connie giggles, throwing her head back at the memory and laughing until there are tears in her eyes. The three of you are looking at her like she’s grown a second head, but she just titters as she wipes her eyes. “I need to tell you something.” She shifts so she can look at all three of you at the same time. “I called in that bogus tip. I was tired of waiting for someone to make a move, so—" she gives a small shrug. “I convinced Steve to go and made the call while he was in the shower.”

Your eyes bug open, jaw nearly dropping to the ground. “It was you?!” You think back as hard as you can, trying to see if you can remember a single clue that you missed that night, but there’s nothing - only the feeling of excitement as everything was beginning. “Shit, Connie!”

Steve is beside himself, hands tight on her waist in his lap while he stares at his wife. “You devious little minx,” once he starts laughing it turns into a disbelieving giggle. “I can’t believe you did that!”

Javi chuckles, shaking his head at the irony of the one that didn’t investigate for a living managing to fool three DEA agents. “Fuck, Con, you’re sneaky.” He growls in approval, pulling his hand away from your stomach long enough to lean over and grab her shirt so he can yank her close for a brief, hard kiss. “Thank you, mi girasol.” He whispers against her lips.

“You guys are shockingly easy to fool when you’re horny.” She laughs, relieved to finally have the secret out after almost ten years.

You reel her in to claim a kiss after Javi, keeping her close and cupping her cheeks gently in your hands. “I owe you everything,” you tell her honestly. Without that night, without her, you never would have acted on your feelings for Javier - let alone her or Steve.

Javi is still chuckling to himself. “Next she’s going to tell us she shot Steve’s ass off the fucking roof.” He grins, now able to joke about the moment that made him realize he loved Steve Murphy.

“If I had known it would get you two together, I would have done it myself,” you smirk.

“Nope, she can’t claim credit for that.” Steve tells Javi smugly, leaning over and kissing the other man. “You figured out you were Steve-sexual on your own.”

Javi groans at the horrible joke and pushes him away playfully. “Shut the fuck up or I’m never touching you again.”

You and Connie groan, wrinkling your noses at Steve’s awkward embrace of puns, bad jokes, and anything remotely in the Dad-joke area. “That’s awful,” you moan.

“What? I thought it was good. He’s never once checked out another man. Can’t even look at asses together.” Steve teases, enjoying the glare that Javi is throwing him.

“At least we can all appreciate a good pair of tits,” Connie points out.

“Got me there.” Javi grins, reaching over and gently squeezing yours. “These are my favorite though.”

“And you can show them how much you love them later tonight.” You throw him a wink, knowing that if you’re already planning to fuck, that it’ll happen anyway.

Javi smirks, throwing you a wink. “Absolutely, but first we better get our demons fed and put to bed.”

“C’mon, mijitos!” You call out to your two oldest, stealing their attention from the very elaborate map they’re drawing in the dirt. “You wanna help Mommy make dinner?” Connie had mercifully already agreed to cook, and having Joey and Rose ‘help’ basically amounted to them sitting at the kitchen island colouring while she cooked.

Two very enthusiastic “YAYS!” Come from the yard while both kids scramble up the stairs. Connie chuckles and stands, holding out her hands to both of them. “Before we make dinner we have to wash our hands.” That makes the kids groan, but they don’t mutiny as she leads them inside.

“I can’t believe it was Connie.” Javi muses, shaking his head and grinning again as he reaches over and caresses your belly again. “We definitely need to double team her tonight to show our appreciation.” He tells Steve.

“I know I’m not super flexible these days, but she can sit on my face for a year and it still won’t be enough.” Looking over at Steve, you pick up his hand to kiss his knuckles before you place his hand next to Javi’s only your belly. “I may be the one who gives birth to these kids, but she’s the one who gave us our family.”

“Yes, she is.” Steven murmurs quietly, Javi nodding in agreement. Connie was the reason for all of this, and every single one of you were determined to thank her tonight.

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Unnamed Extremely Bad Plan to Defeat Darth Sideous AU - SW AU NO 9

Hopefully writing down this star wars au will help me exorcise the cringe demon that helped midwife it. Time travel au where obi-wan and Anakin come up with an extremely SPECIFIC and UNCOMFORTABLE plan to defeat Palpatine because it unfortunately, would actually work, as it capitalizes on one of Palpatine’s easiest to reach political vulnerabilities. This is not a unique plan- there are other au’s like this, but this one is mine. When searching for ways to explain exactly why this anti-sith strategy inspires such cringe and delight in myself I realized, with sinking dread, I have seen this in an Always Sunny episode...which yeah. I might be over reacting but hey, cringe is a personal phenomenon, everyone’s different.

Anyway! Uh here’s a bunch of plot that will eventually culminate in the plan. 

*Too much plot, aaaah*. **All plot actually.** ***Its 1 am and this is still a draft*** ****It’s 2am**** *****This post will be just be background I guess.*****

*******STAR WARS AU NO 9 LAZILY OUTLINED CHAPTER ONE*********

Force ghosts Darth Vader and Ben Kenobi have had time to yell at one another without need for breath, and have more-or-less come to terms with the trainwreck that was their shared life. I wouldn’t call them well adjusted, but they’re more stable then they were the last decade or so of their living existence. 

In haunting Luke, they end up encountering an artifact in an ancient Willis temple that offers spirits the chance to fix the mistakes they made in life. It doesn’t truly unwrite what’s been done, but it lets you create an alternate timeline. So this galaxy will still be what it is, but some alternate galaxy somewhere could at least have it better. Its almost never been used, because becoming one with the force usually lets you accept the past, but viewed objectively, Vader and Ben’s lives involved an extreme amount of yikes. They say goodbye to Luke and are flung backwards and sideways.

Anakin is holding his mother as she dies. Obi-Wan is landing on Genosis. 

Vader just barely manages to avoid slaughtering the tuskens. To be honest, he doesn’t really get why he shouldn’t- his moral compass is still pretty f-ed up. He’s fairly certain the force is just torturing him, but still he controls himself (for Padme for Luke for Leia).

I’m gonna say well-adjusted!Vader sees murder in general as more of a vice than a sin- on par with having a beer. And really well adjusted Vader is willing to admit to himself that he’s an alcoholic, he seriously cannot regulate, its a problem. He really can’t let himself go, because he’ll just end up spiraling. And so he restrains himself and only seriously maims a few of the adult raiders.

Vader figures he can always come back later and slowly torture them to death if this whole ‘save the future’ thing doesn’t pan out.

Obi-wan leaves his shuttle and hides under a rock for 30 minutes. He calculates thats just enough time for him to pretend he went on an extremely effective and sneaky fact finding mission- just in case anyone checks R4′s records. Gets back in shuttle and gets the fuck out of there, much to Dooku’s chagrin, who lost sight of him after the shuttle landed and is now going to have to switch to one of his alternate start-the-war plans. 

On the flight back he reports everything to the council- fallen Dooku and the separatist leaders, the trade federation and the massive droid army, Jango Fett the clone template of the republic army (?) working for the separatists. He briefly comms Anakin, but anyone hacking into their conversations would hear only a nonsensical, rambling conversation. Later, a hacker might turn over the idea that they were speaking in elaborate code, but why would Jedi invent such a thing during peacetime?

The war still starts; at this point in the timeline it was inevitable; the artifact was only designed to give them the chance to correct their own failings, not the galaxy’s. Palpatine still gets his emergency powers. 

The same day the armies are discovered, separatist war ships take off to engulf Ryloth. The Jedi are instructed by the senate to lead the clone army and provide immediate relief-this will not be a repeat of the republic’s inaction on Naboo. It’s both better and worse than the first Battle of Genosis. So many more civilians are caught in the crossfire. The first titanic battle is not contained to evacuated droid factories, but rages across an entire populated world. The battle lasts for weeks.

The main reason this fight is less deadly is solely due to the fact that General Kenobi manages to maneuver his way into high command of the entire army.

 “I believe assumptions were made since I was the first point of contact with Kamino, Masters,” the Knight explained apologetically to the arriving high council members. “I realize its not quite appropriate, but for right now I am the Jedi most familiar with our forces and the enemies. I would, of course, prefer to cede the role to someone else.” 

The assembled Jedi can feel the truth in that statement.

“For better or for worse, advance troops were directed by the senate to land planetside and have met heavy resistance. I managed to redirect them to a more defensible position, where they can provide surface based cover fire for incoming reinforcements. The battle has already begun.” He received a grim nod of approval from Master Windu.

“I feel the need to say now, that if there’s one thing I learned from my time as a general on Melida/Dann, or in working against Death Watch on Mandalore, its that having a clear chain of command is vital for a military to succeed. I don’t need to remind some of you that leadership breakdowns were what ultimately ended both the Stark Hyperspace War and the Yinchorri Crisis,” Masters Koon and Tiin exchanged looks before deliberately sending forth a small force wave of approval, understanding where this briefing was leading. 

“I believe that unnecessarily restructuring command before the battle is won here could do far more harm than good.” The reminder of Obi-wan’s unusually militaristic apprenticeship put some of the assembled knights at ease even as it inspired a twinge of guilt in the older masters. 

“In command you are, General Kenobi,” Master Yoda finally acknowledged. “A Jedi Master you will be, once done this battle is. Have us do, what would you?” 

The battle lasts for weeks, and when its over, the commanding Jedi and Troopers involved will openly acknowledge that had anyone else been in command, it would’ve lasted months, if not years. Facing down logistical, strategic, and tactical problems on a scale unheard of for a thousand years, High General Kenobi does not falter.

Enemy reinforcements seem unending. For all their preparation, every single trooper is new to war, and secretly concerned that should they fall, they will be replaced with cadets who hadn’t even finished their training.

Obi-Wan is putting out fires before they can start. Much to their shock, clone commanders are informed that they will, for the time being, remain in charge of their troops. With a handful of exceptions, Jedi ‘Generals’ were in fact, to be treated as a cross between highly skilled commandoes and advisors with abnormally sourced field intelligence. 

“All of you have spent your lives training to lead your brothers into combat. The Jedi Masters and knights who are being assigned to your divisions have not received such training.” 

General Kenobi addressed the division commanders, some in person, some over holocomm. All focused in rapt attention as their General reordered the shape of their lives using language they could understand.

“The command structure I am issuing is designed to maximize our ability to utilize our respective strategic capabilities, while minimizing potential loss of your life. It will be our great privilege to serve alongside such an army, and while I fully expect a complementary exchange of knowledge in time, for now, focus on survival.”

The Jedi received similar briefings, tailored for their broader array of combat and military experience. Some, including Jedi Master Pong Krell and Grandmaster Yoda, were pulled aside and tasked with the essential mission of infiltrating and destroying the Droid factories on Genosis. If they were to have a chance of winning this war, they they would need to cut off the seemingly unceasing flow of droid reinforcements. 

An elite squadron of Arctroopers and Jedi field operatives were covertly dispatched, Grandmaster Yoda himself in command. Considering Count Dooku had yet to appear anywhere near Ryloth...the grandmaster had the best chance of bringing in the fallen separatist leader alive for questioning.

Shortly after they left, Anakin arrived, having finally turned over Padme’s protection to her regular guard. With the military creation vote past, the assassination risk was considered minimal. The real delay in his arrival came from her repeated attempts to join the Grand Army of the Republic on Ryloth with the intent of coordinating humanitarian assistance. Eventually he managed to convince her that she could do more good in the senate. 

After all, he pointed out, someone would need to followup the military creation act with a bill to grant clones equal citizen rights. Otherwise, the legal grey area that cloning fell under and their non-republic origin would inadvertently make the clones slaves. 

His borrowed Nabooan cruiser entered the warzone with the grace and efficiency as a small neutron bomb.

Those close enough to see its flaming descent watched in horror, realizing that the high generals own padawan would likely be a war casualty before he ever engaged in combat.

The legion nearest to soon-to-be-ground-zero, under the command of Captain Rex of the 501st, were distracted by heated combat, as the temporary barricade they had put up to defend the civilian population gave way to droidika artillery. 

While reloading, several dozen troopers happened to look up to see a speck detach itself from the hull as at spiraled in the lower atmosphere. Hope spread that the Jedi had managed to activate some sort of eject hatch. A skilled shocktrooper could probably control and and survive such a fall with luck, which mean a Jedi almost certainly could. 

A few tactical scouts charged with watching the skies confirmed that the speck was indeed a humanoid. No chute was visible, but even 8 days into the war, rumors had already spread about how Master Windu had passed off his chute mid-air to a troopers who had been damaged by suppressing fire, cushioning his free fall solely with the tank he crushed upon landing. 

Only one trooper, stationed in the town clock tower specifically to track the Padawan’s arrival and issued with a high-resolution farscope, saw the whole thing. Fortunately for his credibility later, in its current setting, the scope automatically logged photos every 5 seconds, ensuring that for years to come Obi-Wan would have a flipbook as evidence that he was not the crazy one.

CT-3609 or Blink (as he was named after winning the division wide staring contest on Kamino two year prior) forwarded the trajectory of the vehicle to command, who confirmed his analysis that it would impact two clicks out from their makeshift fort and not present a risk to civilian or trooper lives. 

As it traversed the stratosphere a figure (desperate repair droid, Blink assumed) emerged from the cockpit to perch on the nose of the ship. As it entered the troposphere, it became painfully obvious that the figure jutting out from the hull of the ship was in fact not a humanoid droid, but an unarmored human. The Jedi stood on the prow of the ship, seemingly impervious to and oblivious of:

air resistance 

centrifugal force

normal space gravity 

Blink’s slack-jawed bewilderment

the flames engulfing the ship below him

At this range, the smirk on the man’s face was visible (man? boy? kriff is he even through puberty?). Several miles above the surface he leaped, diving towards the ground like a bird of prey. 

To the west, the ship made impact with the ground, sending a shockwave that shook the tower just enough for Blink to lose visual in the final moments of descent. Cursing, as while he was confident the Jedi would inexplicably survive, he really wanted to see how. The trooper scanned the droid-engulfed farmland to the north for a crash site, to no avail. Lingering smoke from the burnt countryside negatively impacted visibility low to the ground.

Rather than trying to articulate his report into words, he sent the 50-odd frames the farscope had saved, as well as the coordinates for the jedi’s projected radius of touchdown. A quick radio over to long range electro-ballistics ensured that his landing wouldn’t be marred by friendly fire.

He awaited follow-up questions on the absurd entry method, which, when they came, mostly consisted of variations on “...Is this for real?” and eventually “Can you set the scope to video for a little while?” and finally “Do you think that’s how he got the name Skywalker?”

There was a temporarily lull in fire from the west, likely a ripple effect from the ship’s explosion. From his vantage point Blink could see his batchmates using the opportunity to try and plug the holes in their barricade with broken droid pieces. Regardless of the itch to join them, he knew he couldn’t leave his post until the Jedi actually arrived in camp. Finally, a distant explosion and thick pillar of smoke gave the Jedi’s position away.

He tried to make out details, but the scope had a difficult time focusing through the haze. Manually trying to fine tune the scope’s settings, Blink caught a glimpse of what looked like half a hover tank sailing through the air to impact with a trade federation troop carrier in a fiery explosion. Several more explosions, flying droid artillery, and plumes of smoke were caught on record before visual contact with the source was established. He was mostly visible as a blue blur, lightsaber mowing a meandering path towards their location. 

It wasn’t until Skywalker braced himself in place to punch a droidaka into pieces that Blink caught actual sight of the man. Only his eyes were visible, nose and mouth covered by layers of cloth. He blurred, then reappeared on top a massive missile launcher attached to an absurdly heavily armored vehicle. A minute or so of rapid blue flashes passed, the longest he had seen concentrated in one area. Then Skywalker was gone, movement clearly visible as he for once he moved in a straight line, plowing a rapid path away from the launcher. 

Less than 30 seconds later, Blink had to wince away from the scope, as a burning white explosion temporarily overwhelmed the direct light filter. The trooper panicked for a moment, thinking he had gone both deaf and blind, but the abrupt, sucking silence ended after a moment with a deafening sonic boom. The shockwave rattled the farscope, nearly knocking it over, but Blink managed to steady it and himself in time. 

A cheer emerged from pleasantly surprised vod below. The entire droid legion that had been guarding the missile launcher and apparent ordinance bay was flattened. 

It took a moment for the realization to set in that the background noise of missile and and anti-missile collisions directly overhead had slowed pace. With the northern flank gone, artillery were able to redouble efforts to the east, and a second white hot shockwave ensued, signaling that the tide of battle had shifted. It was almost too easy for the republics electro-ballistics to tactically devastate the surrounding forces. 

Eventually some sort of win/loss programming must have set in and all forces outside of a certain radius began retreating southward, conceding the scorched land to the republic army. It was cadets work to clean up the final suicidal droid charge. 

A commotion ensued as Skywalker leapt the barricade with a mid-air flip. The vod greeted him with cheers, as they correctly assumed his appearance had something to do with the skirmish’s decisive victory.

Blink sent the video of the battle to command and quickly packed up his scope and assorted equipment. Hurrying down the battered tower, Blink thought to himself that this Anakin Skywalker was the best sort of Jedi a trooper could ask for.

uh sorry i got really sidetracked there moving on

Kenobi and Skywalker quickly become the face of the war once again

they grit their teeth a bit, but when they finally have a moment to really plan they eventually agree that to take down Sideous they have to cut off his political power in addition to everything else, and taking advantage of their public personas was the most accessible way to do so (*evil laughter*)

While Dooku wasn’t captured, Yoda heard the truth in his old student’s cryptic warnings about a Sith in the Senate, and the council begins carefully editing their release of tactical plans to the Chancellor’s office in the hopes of ferreting out the spy in their midst.

Pong Krell looses two arms in his duel with Dooku. Obi-Wan successfully hides his smug pleasure at the news. Anakin enjoys makeing comparisons between him and Grievous. 

Kenobi doesn’t allow the origin of the clones to go unexamined, although he agrees that if the public were informed that they don’t actually know who ordered them it would probably cause panic.

The ‘inhibitor chips’ are ‘discovered’ early on and Anakin leads the effort to ensure that they are phased out and removed immediately. This consists of reminding every Jedi who even hesitates about how how he as a child slave had some experience with control chips and unless you want to take a leaf out of the hutts books lets start doing brain surgery chop chop mmmkay?

(This isn’t to say that Vader doesn’t still a twinge of shame at acknowledging his slave roots. But it is eclipsed by the burning guilt that he knowingly acted as slave master to his troops for decades after Sideous wiped their minds. He tried to rationalize it to himself, after all he didn’t immediately understand what Order 66 had done to the troopers. But while the morality of murder was more of an intellectual concern than a personal one, treating people as things...)

The Kamonions are a little harder to budge, referencing contracts that they refuse to allow the Jedi to see

Finally Vader snuck into the Chief Medical Scientist’s home while she was sleeping and straight-up threatened to murder her and burn down her lab. At the risk of losing her life’s work, Nala Se complied.

Vader left with the final threat that in the event that Darth Tyranus caught wind and activated Order 66 prematurely, he would kill 100 Kamonians for every Jedi felled by troopers. Shaak Ti was pleased by the cloners sudden change of heart. Tyrannus, and by extension, Sideous, are in the dark. 

Obi-Wan frequently publicly confronts Palpatine about the troops citizen status, urging him make use of his emergency powers to grant them citizenship and full pay, with the option to leave the army should they so wish. 

Anakin manages to play off his avoidance of the Chancellor as disappointment in his perceived lack of dedication to anti-slavery efforts

Finally Palpatine gives in- regardless of what happens next, the troops will be looked after.

With 2/3rds of the troopers dechipped, Vaderkin is eager to kill Sideous again, but after several intense screaming matches and sparring sessions, the time travelers come to the agreement that even if they succeed in their duel, with things as they were, the perception of the Jedi military coop would cause mass civil unrest. The scattered sith apprentices, while individually weak, were more than capable of magnifying that fear and anger until the galaxy breaks. Darth Sideous wanted to ensure that if he couldn’t have the galaxy, no one would. 

(Vader knows this. Sideous enjoyed monologuing, and much of his plotting couldn’t be safely bragged about until after he had decisively won, leaving Vader as the unwilling receptacle for years of pent-up rants and self-satisfied gloats about the inevitability of his victory)

Continued Here

#star wars #my au #star wars au no 9 #wow this is a lot more plot than i meant to write but what else is new #I got incredibly sidetracked and I'm frustrated because I'm not even close to my main point #this happened with au 27 too #is this writing? #screw it I'm posting this I write a folllow up #MAYBE #fanfiction #i guess #how many words is this #3300?? #i mean on one hand that is a lot for me I would be proud of myself if I wasn't ignoring calls from my boss #on the other how the kriff to people just churn out 40000 word fics unreal people #as always every time I try to write it just magnifes the love I have for fic writers y'all are the best #no i will not edit this #this was supposed to be crack #CRACK #bad touch au #sw au

[bunnyywritings]

what the hell is going on?

masterlist - next chapter

word count: 1k

[a/n: i lied...i started writing and it just felt right so uh surprise!! this is a shoji x reader fic...the agenda continues. anyways, i apologize for the quality, i’m trying to get back into the groove of writing. well, enjoy chapter 1 of this mess.   -yours truly, bunnyy  -`ღ´- ]

“You know what, that is a great question Denki...that seems like a question for your Hero Laws professor.” Midnight clasped her hands together awkwardly, quickly muttering,”I’m sure Shota would love that.”

You snickered from beside Kaminari and elbowed his side.

“Anyways! That’s it for today class. Please make sure to turn in your ethics case study by tonight. I’ll probably be up till 2am, so that’s your deadline. Now get out of here.” She grinned as everyone started to pack their things. 

“Hey! Sero, Mina, and I were gonna grab some coffee before English. Wanna come with?” Denki looked up at you from his seat as you situated your laptop in your bag and tossed it onto your shoulders. 

“Uhh yeah, sure.” He glanced down at his watch. “I’m pretty sure Shinsou is still on his shift anyways.” 

So the both of you waited by the quad fountain until a familiar head of pink har came into view. 

“You know...when you say ‘be there in 5 minutes’, it’s usually overcompensation for ‘I’m literally right around the corner.’ Not ‘I’m halfway across campus!” You scoffed, all in good fun. 

“We were not ‘halfway across campus!” She rolled her eyes, using over dramatic air quotes. “It literally took us-” She paused to look down at her phone. “Three extra minutes to get here!” 

“Yeah, three whole minutes (Y/n)!” Sero joined in. 

You hooked your arm around Mina’s,“Well let’s go then!” 

“What’s the rush? We have like half an hour before Mic’s class?” Sero asked as he fell in step with Denki. 

The blonde smirked.

“It’s because a certain someone is working at the cafe today!” He watched in amusement as a blush burned your cheeks. 

“Oh shut up Kami!” 

“REALLY?!” Mina gasped. “WHO IS IT?” 

“It’s no one, really-!” You clambered to come up with a response. 

“Ohh my god! It’s Shoji, right?” Sero smacked Denki’s arm. “It has to be! Aizawa basically scolded her for drooling all over him!” 

“I did not drool, Sero!” 

“Then why are you so red right now!” Mina squealed in laughter. 

“I-It’s hot today...that’s all.” 

“Sweetheart, it’s about 55 degrees today. It drizzled this morning and you’re wearing a jacket. There’s absolutely no way you're hot right now.” Sero sneered, 

“No, no. She is hot.” 

“Denki don’t even-” 

“Hot for Shoji!” 

“Ugh screw all of you!” You pouted, placing your palms over your cheeks in a desperate attempt to cool off. 

The topic quickly changed over to Midnight’s Ethics essay. 

“It’s been a week, how have you not started?” 

“I find I work best under pressure.” Denki shrugged ‘matter of factly.’ 

You scoffed in disbelief. 

“Yeah, and I’m a giraffe with a unicorn horn.” 

The four of you entered the campus cafe, the warmth making your nose feel a little fuzzy. 

“Hey guys! Welcome in!” Kirishima flashed a toothy grin as he waved at you all. On bar, just behind the counter, you could make out a familiar head of purple hair. Shinsou looked up from the milk he was frothing and made quick eye contact with Denki before focusing his attention to the pitcher in his hand. What you didn’t miss was the faint blush on his cheeks. 

As you all approached, you could also see Midoriya making a few drinks as well. 

“Hey uh, where’s Shoji?” Sero leaned against the counter, wiggling his eyebrows at you. 

“Oh Shoji? He just went to grab some ice.” Kirishima gestured to the door that probably led to the back of the cafe but, as if on cue, Shoji walked out with the bucket in hand. Seemingly noticing all the eyes on him he paused and waved with his free arm. 

“Hey everyone, how’s it going?” 

“Good, just chillin’. Ya know?” Denki answered slyly. 

“Sounds good.” He nodded before he made eye contact with you. “Hey! You’re usual, right?” 

You just stared, wide eyed before Mina reached over and tugged on your sleeve. 

“Oh right! Uhh hey!” A nervous grin found its way to your lips. “Uhm yes, yes my usual would be great...t-thanks.” 

“Great! I’ll get right on it.” And with that, he turned to continue whatever he was doing. 

After we all paid, we sat at a table to wait for our drinks. 

“Oh man, he’s whipped.” Sero shook his head. 

“Can we not start this again?” You facepalmed. 

“I’m just saying.” He raised his hands up in surrender. “He didn’t know anyone else's usual, and we’re all here about the same amount. Just admit it.” 

“I-” You were cut off by your phone ringing. Frowning, you pulled it out of your pocket, quickly answering it. “Hey Iida, what’s going on?” 

“Are you anywhere with a tv?”  Glancing around, your eyes landed on the tv a few feet away from the table. 

“Yeah, why?” 

“Turn it on, go to channel 6.” Then he ended the call. 

“Oop, okay...bye?” 

“What’s up with Iida?” Mina quirked an eyebrow. 

“I uhm, I’m not sure. Hold on.” 

Getting up, you made your way to the counter. 

“Hey Eiji, do you have the remote for the tv?” 

“Huh?” He looked up at you before glancing under the counter. “Yeah. Knock yourself out.” 

“Thanks.” You muttered, taking the remote from his outstretched hand. 

“What’s going on?” Denki was visibly tensing up at the worry clearly on your face. 

Ignoring his question, you got a little closer to the tv and turned it on, skipping channels until finally finding number six. 

“A news channel?” You muttered, confusion deepening. 

“-multiple cases of violent cannibal attacks spreading throughout Seoul last night. Authorities are still baffled at what could possibly cause these attacks. The public has been informed to be vigilant and stay calm for the time being-” 

The reporter was cut off by the emergency broadcast playing through the speakers, colored bars replacing the broadcast. 

“Attention students, this is headmaster Nezu speaking. Please stay calm and stay in doors. If you are not inside a building, please enter the nearest one and enter the safety of a classroom. If you are in the dormitories, please lock your doors and stay in your rooms until further notice.” 

You could feel the anxiety rise through your body, fingertips shaking, heart beating, cold sweat starting to form on your brow. The tense atmosphere grew when screams could be heard outside. 

Everyone’s head snapped to one of the wall length windows, a student had just tackled another to the ground and...tore a chunk of their neck….with their teeth...

There was blood everywhere. 

“What the fuck was that?!” Denki covered his mouth in shock. 

Without missing a beat, Shoji and Kirishima ran to the doors and locked them. Bringing down the metal security gate and securing it in place.   

“What the hell is going on?!” 

The remote fell from your hand and clattered to the floor. Your knees giving out and meeting with the hard tiled floor. Hands buried in your hair as the panic gripped your lungs, squeezing all the air from them.  

Yes Mina, what the actual hell is going on?

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #mezo shoji x reader #shoji mezo x reader #apocalypse 101

[chilligyu]

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info: wonwoo/reader, angst, g word ct: 800 | warnings: none summary: things said at 2am between two best friends note: this is 99% a text fic, there's some actual writing at the end lol, totally get it if this isn't your thing

YN 01:57: hey, you up?

WW 01:57: i'm always up WW 01:57: why what’s going on WW 01:58: what’s wrong

YN 1:58: why does something have to be wrong for me to text you? YN 1:59: can’t a girl text her best friend?

WW 1:59: sure WW 2:00: but it’s almost 2am and you have class in 6 hrs WW 2:00: okay now it’s actually 2am WW 2:00: spill it

YN 2:00: maybe i just wanted to talk to you

WW 2:00: yeah right WW 2:00: sure

YN 2:01: okay fine YN 2:01: you caught me YN 2:01: I can’t sleep

WW 2:01: i assumed that much

YN 2:02: brat YN 2:02: just keep me company YN 2:05: you’re bad at this

WW 2:06: i'm sorry that i’m up because i’m actually busy WW 2:06: some of us have deadlines

YN 2:07: so do I YN 2:07: but I can’t sleep so here I am YN 2:08: you’re my best friend YN 2:08: don’t leave me hanging YN 2:08: in my hour of need

WW 2:08: only if u tell me what’s wrong

YN 2:09: I told you YN 2:09: I can’t sleep YN 2:10: got four eyes and you still can’t see shit

WW 2:10: and why can't you sleep?

YN 2:10: the usual

WW 2:11: that's not ominous at all WW 2:11: or descriptive WW 2:12: c'mon WW 2:13: tell your ol buddy wonu what’s wrong WW 2:18: preferably before i die of old age WW 2:20: but you’ll die first because you’re older

YN 2:21: I WAS TYPING YOU BRAT YN 2:22: fine YN 2:22: I’ll do this is short bursts YN 2:22: since you’re so impatient YN 2:22: you know your friend mingyu?

WW 2:23: the one i produced my last album with? WW 2:24: never heard of him

YN 2:25: don’t you get smart with me

WW 2:25: i am smart

YN 2:26: A N Y W A Y S YN 2:27: so YN 2:27: we have music theory together

WW 2:27: since when do you take music theory?

YN 2:28: since when are you my mother???? YN 2:28: it’s none of your damn business wonu!!!

WW 2:28: you’re the lit student taking music theory

YN 2:28: A N Y W A Y S YN 2:29: so he asked me out YN 2:29: and it’s been driving me crazy YN 2:29: because I like him YN 2:29: and he’s super funny and sweet YN 2:29: but he’s also like YN 2:29: stupid popular YN 2:30: as my best friend YN 2:30: I was hoping to get your insight? YN 2:30: like YN 2:30: do I have a shot?? YN 2:31: because I do not want to get my heart shattered YN 2:33: wonu? YN 2:39: are you still there???

WW 2:39: yeah sorry WW 2:39: got distracted WW 2:40: i say go for it WW 2:40: he's a pretty cool guy

YN 2:41: are you sure?

Wonwoo’s thumb hovered over his screen hesitantly, his body practically trembling with anxiety. The blue SEND button was tempting him, his unsent message screaming to be shared. His increasingly exhausted mind and rapidly decreasing restraint made him almost do something that he’d regret instantly. Like letting the past five years of repressed feelings bubble past the surface.

No, don’t go out with him, because I love you. I love you so much. I’ve loved you since the moment we were partnered to dissect that pig in high school. I love you because you don’t care that I’m not smooth, that I say stupid stuff like that and you actually laugh. You don’t mind staying up with me all night, or even listening to the first stages of my mixtape. You’re honestly the one person in the world that I feel completely comfortable being myself around, and I don’t think I’ll meet anyone else like you. I love you, please say no. Please turn him down. Please give me a chance.

WW 2:43: totally WW 2:43: you’ll get along great WW 2:44: have fun with him

YN 2:44: you’re the best YN 2:45: thank you!

WW 2:45: no problem WW 2:45: now go to bed WW 2:46: i don’t want to hear about how exhausted you are all day

YN 2:47: deal! YN 2:47: I don’t know what I’d do without you wonwoo YN 2:47: love you! YN 2:48: goodnight!

With tears streaming down his face, Wonwoo threw his phone across the room in anguish.

I love you too.

More than you’ll ever know.

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[me1ancho1y-b1iss]

Her Robin and His Little Ladybug Ch. 2

 Ao3                  Chapter 1          Chapter 2 

As soon as Marinette spoke it set off absolute chaos, everyone started talking at once, asking questions and demanding answers from the small girl. Eventually Bruce, now as Batman, spoke up. 

“ENOUGH.”  Bruce demanded of everyone in the room. 

Silence was all that remained where if a pin was dropped it could be heard. Both parties, Marinette and the bats stared at each other, until Bruce finally spoke again. 

“Who are you?” he asked Marinette. 

“I believe I asked a question first” Marinette smarted back. Jason snorted as Damian glared at her. 

“Answer our questions harlot.” Damian spoke as he glared at her. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” 

Dick or rather Nightwing now, spoke next. “Come on baby bird, be nice, we don't know her and she doesn’t look like she knows us.” 

“That’s exactly the point Grayson! We don’t know her, or how she appeared in the cave!” Damian grimaced as he glanced back at Dick. 

“Codenames, baby bird.” Dick muttered 

Hi! I’m Nightwing! OMG, you're so cute and tiny! You're in the batcave, this is Robin, that's Red Hood, over there is Red Robin, standing there with the death glare is Batman, and finally sitting at the batcomputer in the wheelchair is Oracle!”  

“Uhh… Hi.” Marinette waved. Dick visibly cooed at her while the rest of the bats just stood there. 

“I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I’m from Paris, France.” She said as if that would answer all their  questions. 

Realization spread on Bruce's face as he realized what happened. He realized that this must be the work of the Akumas the league was investigating. 

“You said you’re from Paris, correct? Batman asked Marinette. At her nod he continued. “So this must be the work of an Akuma” 

Marinette nodded. “The last thing I heard before I was transported here was a loud voice yelling, that people should treasure their relationships and that people should be able to have soulmates… or something like that, I don't really know, I wasn’t really paying attention as I was suddenly transported here with no warning.” she muttered the last part under breath but the bats still heard her. 

After around five seconds of total silence, Jason started cackling loudly. “You, tiny little pixie is apparently Demon Spawn’s soulmate. Yeah, I doubt that…” Jason spoke, and started laughing again. 

After Jason said that, all of the rest of the bats realized what she said and started snickering, except for Bruce and Damian, who just stood in front of Marinette with his mouth wide open gaping at her. 

Dick asked a question next. “Wait, what’s an Akuma, and if it's powerful enough to actually locate someone’s soulmate and send them here, Why doesn’t the league know about this? Dick asked, looking back at Bruce. 

“The league is aware of the situation. It’s on a need to know basis, and only certain members are aware. Wonder Women, Superman, Aqua Man and myself are the ones aware as the situation is extremely delicate and dangerous. 

Paris has their own heros, that have been handling the situation extremely well and there has been no need to interfere. Wonder Woman has gone out and has spoken to the heroes. They are aware that if they need any help that can contact the justice league and we will send out a member to help aid them.” 

When Bruce was done speaking, the rest of the bats were sort of shocked they weren’t aware of anything happening Paris this year or any year at all. 

Barbara immediately put it into the Batcomputer and pulled up one of Marinette’s old fights. As Marinette watched the fight with the rest of the bat’s, she cringed. She remembered the fight, perhaps she remembered it too well. It was her third battle with Evillustrator. Nathaniel managed to remember that he could draw whatever he wanted. 

He turned all of Paris into a war zone. He managed to draw himself an all powerful army with a stock supply of weapons. The battle lasted almost a full day and was one of the most lethal with over 1 million dead. The second deadliest behind Syren. 

As the video ended all the people in the room turned to marinette with a shocked look on their faces. 

Dick was the first to speak. “You deal with this all the time?” he whispered in a scared tone 

“Usually they’re not that bad. That was the second deadliest attack Paris ever had, the first being Syren. All of the effects of the damage is reversed by the ‘miraculous ladybug,’ Ladybug, the main hero announces that after she broke the object where the akuma was hidden. As soon as she throws up her ‘lucky charm’ and says that phrase all damage from the attack gets reversed.” 

“What a Lucky charm? You said it helps clear all the damage, so what does it do?” Tim spoke next. 

Marinette nodded as she said, “ The Lucky Charm is something that Ladybug calls on during the battle. It’s usually just a seemingly random object, but as soon as she calls on it the battle usually doesn’t last any longer than three minutes.” 

“What are the other heroes' powers?” Tim asked again. 

“Chat Noir has the power of destruction, just as ladybug has the power of creation. All Chat Noir has to do is simply say ‘cataclysm’ and he's able to destroy anything he touches.” 

Again all the bats, except for Batman himself, started at Marinette, with wide eyes. 

“How old are the heroes’ because to me they don’t look to be any older than the demon spawn’s age. Also how long has this been going on? Jason asked of Marinette, in a demanding tone. 

“All anyone can do is speculate the ages, due to the magic, but many say they have to be around 18 - 20 years old.” Marinette said in a rather confident voice

“And how long has this been happening?” Jason asked again in a tone that made Marinette take an unconscious step back. 

“A-about four years.” Marinette said, with her voice trembling a little bit. 

“So the heroes would have been about 13- 15 give or take when they first started given the assumptions are correct…?” 

At her nod, Jason started pacing back and forth yelling, “FUCKING HELL, what the fuck they’re kids, they were babies when they started and they have to deal with the saving the fucking world every fucking week. I admit I was young too when I started, but it was my own choice and I got FUCKING killed for it!” 

‘That’s why he has such a tainted soul, it absolutely reeks of destruction and creation magic, I’ll have to talk to Tikki later to see if we can get rid of it’ Marinette thought wisely. 

“B, why in the everloving hell did you let fucking kids fight in a goddamn war alone?!” Jason yelled at Bruce while still pacing the floor of the batcave. 

“Hood, they are only one able to fight in these battle, no matter what we do, we would not be able to fight, the best we do is investigate the villain. 

Hawkmoth, the super terrorist, is the one creating the akamus. We find him, we stop the akumas.”

“You mean we just sit here while these kids are out fighting and there’s absolutely nothing we can do?” Tim spoke up, finally finding the courage to speak. 

Batman simply shook his head.

A/N: ok, so like I have five chapters of this posted on ao3 if you want to read it there, (im taking a minute to post it on tumblr bc im lazy. ok) Also I swear I’m working on chapter 6, i'm just stuck on a particular scene and its taking a minute to figure out how I want to transition. on a side note this fic is honestly just something that my brain decided it would be a good idea to write at 2am so like don't expect too much.  (sorry for the rant)

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Chapter 3: Au Revoir Gotham My True Home

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Marinette explained what happened and that she didn't mean to cause trouble, she didn't know why the bats were looking for her (author to audience... it's because she looks like one of his bat kids gone rouge.) When she asked how they knew the Bat was looking for her, she found out that Selina was actually dating the Bat... So Marinette was very surprised at that, her family talked about it and a few days after her birthday she'll be going to Paris, France with Selina to be with a family friend of hers. Marinette was now really thinking she was cursed, but she made sure to take it in stride and spend as much time with her friends and family as possible.

"Doan wawhry suguh, we'll make sure tuh visit as much as possible, yuh can even visit us durin' summuh and wintuh break." - Harley held back the tears as she hugged Marinette, Bud, Lou, Ivy, Selina, Ed and even Frank joined in on it.

……… ………

Marinette was out with her friends still not sure how to tell them, she started with the obvious.

"Sooo... tomorrow I turn 10... the double digits." - Marinette

"Soon you'll be one of us!" - Garfield gave Marinette a side hug with a big smile, god he made it harder to tell them

"So what do you want to do? We can celebrate, tomorrow and the day after that, and the day after that, heck we can celebrate for the whole week while we're at it!" - Garfield

Rachel noticed the sad smile Marinette had as Garfield continued talking.

"Is there something you need to tell us?" - Rachel's words stoped Garfield in his tracks, he then looked at a slightly teary Marinette, and he felt a slight tinge of pain in his chest.

"I- um, I'm moving this Saturday... I'm sorry I really don't want to, but- *hic* I-" - Marinette was cut off by Garfield giving her a hug, he rubbed small circles on her back as she let out a few sobs. Rachel patting her shoulder to try and comfort her.

After they were like that for a few minutes, they decided to get ice cream

……… ……… ………

"I'm sorry." - Marinette eating her chocolate chip ice cream

"It's not your fault Mari, besides, we can officially say we have a pen pal in Paris." - Garfield with his chocolate mint ice cream trying to lighten the mood, managed to get a chuckle out of Marinette.

"We can still video call, or text you. And your parents said you can visit on summer and winter break." - Rachel just starting her strawberry ice cream

"But what if I need a friend to talk to when I can't sleep? Or if I need a movie buddy? Or gaming buddy?" - Marinette

"There are online multiplayer games we can play you know." - Rachel

"Yeah, and I'm sure you'll make friends over there really quickly, I mean you already know a few other languages, including French, so there isn't any communication problems." - Garfield

"I wish you guys could come with me..." - Marinette almost done with her ice cream

"... Didn't you say you always wanted a hamster, maybe one that's unique, like a the rare Green Gotham Hamster?" - Garfield with a mischievous grin

"Selina's family friends own a bakery, so no pets allowed. Sorry Rare Green Gotham Hamster, I'm afraid you're staying native to Gotham." - Marinette said patting his shoulder.

"Wait they own a bakery?! As in you can be on a sugar high 24/7?! Take me with you!!" - Garfield

……… ……… ………

Soon it was time for them to go home, when Marinette got home, she continued packing what she would need, making sure that her Siren plushies where safely secure, and then went to eat dinner.

The next day she made sure to get up early, Garfield and Rachel knew where she lived, and wanted to make sure everything was ready for them, setting up the games they would play into the night, and the movies they would watch after that.

She then went to the Gardens to greet her Mom and the plants, doing the usual routine of checking all the plants, complimenting and watering them. During which a sleepy Harley walked over giving Ivy and Marinette a morning kiss before going to make her coffee.

At breakfast she didn't see her Aunt yet, she assumed she was robbing someone rich again.

……… Over to Catwoman ………

"Come ta mama." - Catwoman mumbled as she used her claws to cut the glass surrounding an old elegant purple sapphire that belonged to one of Gotham's founding fathers' wives.

……… Back to Marinette ………

About an hour after breakfast Garfield and Rachel came over, holding Marinettes' rapped presents, they started the day off with trivia games, which they called the MIQ (which can mean either Marinette Isley-Quinzel or in this case Memory Intelligence Quiz) which Marinette and Rachel came to a tie followed by Ivy, then Harley, and Garfield. They then moved on to board games, Marinette decided to play The Game of Life rather than Monopoly (because lets be honest, who has ever finished that game in the time of a signle day? An extreme speedrunner... maybe.) while the adults got the cake ready. Surprisingly Garfield won, he got the acting career, a sports car, a nice old fashioned mid modern house, a wife, and 3 kids... Marinette got the fashion designer career, got a motorcycle, and a small, but nice victorian house, a husband, and one kid... and Rachel got the scientist career (because science is just simplified mortal magic), a delorean car (and even said "Since science is magic I can make it fly, so technically, I don't need roads where I'm going."), a modern cabin in the woods, single (she didn't want a significant other to interrupt her magic science) and got a pet bird.

Once Selina and Ed came over, they began the party, playing games like DDR, Ultimate Mecha Strike 2, and Racing games.

When it came time for Marinette to blow out her candles, she wished that everything would be okay, and that she will be able to come back to Gotham permanently, and blew them out.

She then got to open her presents, she started with Harley's, and got a custom baseball bat that was a dark steel blue, with a light grey handle grip, and it had the words "Quinn For Da Win" on it, putting a smile on her face, when she opened Ivy's gift she got seeds of her favorite flowers to plant over in Paris. She then opened her Uncle Ed's gift, which was a small watch that had special A.I., it had a cover over the inside screen that would flip open to reveal another screen. The cover was silver with a blue question mark, and when it opened, it showed the time, and the location you where in, it could also act as a GPS, and a phone (it could even play music AND had an incredible battery life span). She then moved on to her Aunt Selina's gift, finding a small purple sapphire in the shape of a cat paw, surrounded in silver. She then opened Rachel's gift, it was a travel mug that said "Coffee lives in my veins." (Marinette started drinking coffee recently) which made Marinette laugh, and then she got to Garfield's gift. When she opened it, she found a handmade charm bracelet, it had animals that she really liked around it, and there was one that was a small tiger, with it's eyes and nose having a light green peridot stone, to represent the first day they met. She put the bracelet on her right rist and thanked Garfield for it, and gave everyone a big hug.

She spent the rest of the day playing with her friends, having a wonderful time, and getting a massive sugar rush from all the cake they had. When it came time for dinner they were running low on energy, but were back to normal after Harley snuck some coffee into their food... The only thoughts that went through Garfield and Rachel's minds where "That's why Mari drinks this stuff..."

After dinner they played all kinds of video games, and ended it by watching Back To The Future. They fell asleep some time after 2am.

……… ……… …….

The next morning they all had breakfast and then spent the day playing parkour tag over roofs and playing I spy games. And at the end of the day Marinette gave her friends a big hug, before heading back home. She spent her time with her moms, Uncle, and Frank, playing more boardgames and discussing what she should do to make friends...

"Just be yawhself, we love yuh fawh who yuh are, and I'm sure everyone in Paris will love yuh too... if dey doan, den dey most likely have a massive defective reject of a brain." - Was Harley's opinion

"Riddle the f-ck out of their brain, if they can solve all of them, and like you for you, then they are worthy." - Which was Ed's opinion

"Use a chemical based compound from the magnolia flower, combined with three tulip petals, one rose petal, and pollen from a lilac to create a befriending potion." - Ivy's words made everyone silent before Ed spoke up

"... Harley if you're being mind controlled blink." - Ed deadpaned, which had Marinette cackling

"I'm not bein' mind controlled, also yuh nawhmally say ‘blink once or twice’ not just ‘blink’ I could blink at any random interval and yuh woun't know what tuh tink, and here I thoughtcha were a genius." - Harley with her head on Ivy's lap as Marinette starts wheezing.

"I think y'all broke her." - Frank just pointed to Marinette as she was still cackling and wheezing while in the fetal position.

That's when Selina walked in...

"What the hell did you guys do to Kitten?!" - Selina dropping the bags she got from some high end shop, and after they made sure Marinette was still alive they continued their game... and Marinette may have actually written the list of ingredients for that position, but only as a last resort. When it was time for them to sleep Marinette spent the night with her moms, like she use to when she was 4.

She got up early to make sure everything was ready, she had her sketch book in her backpack, as well as some pencils, ear buds, snacks and a picture of her with her family and friends. She decided to wear her new watch and charm bracelet as she finished checking her bag, she then went into the garden to say goodbye to all the plants, and to give Bud, Lou and Frank one last goodbye. She had about 3 hours before her and her Aunt were to head to the airport, and she spent that time with her moms, almost never leaving their side.

……… ……… …….

As the plane took off she looked out the airplane window, saying goodbye to Gotham, until her next visit home....

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Chapter 3 complete, also just in case I didn't describe her B-day gifts good enough, here's what they look like (꒪꒳꒪)

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↪ ✦ playdate ✦

this chapter pairing; yandere!wonwoo x reader, side mingyu x reader

genre&warnings; yandere!wonwoo, kinda asshole!mingyu, creampies, sloppy seconds, intoxication, exhibitionism AND voyeurism, masturbation, dirty talk, one sided pining for all!!, kidnapping, stalking.

✖ That being said, I do NOT condone yandere-like/obsessive/possessive behaviour in real life. this is a work of fiction therefore I will indulge in it. If you do NOT like this kind of content, please just ignore it.

notes; if I’m being honest, the draft for this originally was completely different and I reworked it because I wasn’t satisfied with how it was turning out bc it was too similar to sea castles except mingyu and wonwoo were brothers kjdhfdkjh 😭😭 As always, thank you sooo much for the love and interest in Monster Mash! I know last chapter was.... erm, a lot. LMAO 😆 Have a great rest of your day/night and I’ll see yall tomorrow~! 🎃 👻 💕

word count; ~3800

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - x - x - x - x - x - x

you call me on the telephone, you feel so far away;

you tell me to come over, there’s some games you wanna play

i’m walking to your house, nobody’s home;

just me and you and you and me alone.

The relationship you share with Mingyu isn’t necessarily one that you like to talk about, much less acknowledge on most days.

“O-oh, fuck, M---Mingyu!”

It’s purely physical and a little destructive, in your opinion. Especially when you found yourself frustratingly liking him more than you ever imagined.

He bends your leg, ankle resting against his shoulder as he angles his thrusts to graze against your sweet spot. Shapes dance behind your eyelids, lips parting in a silent moan when you feel yourself already close to cumming.

But it’s Mingyu that cums first, hips stuttering as he growls, “That’s right, fuckin’ take all of it, baby.”

He rides out his high, pulling out of you and letting your leg down before you can even process what’s happening. “Hey, wait, but what about me?” You ask, voice small as you watch him get off of the bed. He tugs his pants on, plucking a shirt off of the floor as he throws it over his head.

“Sorry, I gotta go take care of some business back at campus, Mr. Lee needs the papers graded before tomorrow’s 8AM and I’m already late. You can stay here if you want though, bed’s all yours. I’ll be back in a bit, I---sorry, I’ll make it up to you later.”

He’s gone in a flash, door clicking shut behind him as you sit with your legs still parted. Typical.

Groaning, you flop onto your back against his bed sheets.

“Thanks for nothing.”

Wonwoo says it’s the last time.

But every time is the last time.

He wraps a hand around his cock, soft breaths making the window fog up in front of him as he watches you and Mingyu through the window. He times the movement of his hand to match Mingyu’s thrusts as he pretends it’s your warmth wrapped around his cock and not his own fist.

“Fuck, fuck , fuck…” He whispers in succession, feeling his abdomen tightening as he gets closer and closer to an orgasm.

Wonwoo watches as Mingyu bends your leg over his shoulder, mental images of you underneath him instead.

He remembers the first time he’d seen you in Mingyu’s bedroom, curiosity making him watch through his bedroom window as you fell to your knees in front of the other male. Wonwoo knew better than to watch, so he looked away, cheeks burning crimson before he ever so slowly turned back to the window. 

He couldn’t help it.

Wonwoo had seen you around the university campus too, hanging around the art kids in the building opposite the Sciences building where he typically stayed with his small group of friends; Mingyu included. He thought you were cute and kind, especially when you happened to hang around their group for the day. And he liked you, even if he was too shy to ever say it.

Which was precisely why he couldn’t understand your attraction to Mingyu, of all people.

Mingyu was selfish, almost irritatingly so, and Wonwoo knew.

Wonwoo knew you deserved better too, someone much like himself. Someone who would take care of you better than Mingyu ever could.

Movement in the opposite window has Wonwoo pulling himself from his thoughts, brows furrowed when he sees Mingyu leaving and you still alone in the bedroom.

“What…?” He mumbles, slightly confused when he watches you flop onto your back.

God, what he would do to eat you out right now.

He tightens his grip around his cock, this time imagining himself eating you out, tongue against your clit while you moan out his name and tangle your fingers into his hair. 

A stuttered moan falls from his lips as he cums into his palm, eyes clamped shut as the pleasure washes over him.

Wonwoo promises it’s the last time.

“Hey, did you hear about Jeonghan’s Halloween party next Saturday?”

“He’s throwing one?”

“Yeah, I heard everyone’s invited too.”

Wonwoo pretends to go through his textbook as he eavesdrops instead.

If everyone was invited, that surely meant that you’d be there too.

Mingyu glances over at you, tapping his pencil against the corner of his textbook. “Hey…” He starts, “Did you hear about Jeonghan’s party?”

You glance up from your own textbook, bored eyes on Mingyu who looks up at you from his bedroom floor. Neither of you had talked about the previous time; opting to forget about it since it wasn’t the first time either. “What about it?”

“Wanna go with me? I’ll make it up to you for last time.”

No, he wouldn’t.

“I guess.”

You step out of the Film Developing room, arms full of negatives when you accidentally run into a body that walks up from behind.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” The negatives spill to the floor, scattering all around you as you and the other person kneel down to collect them.

“It’s okay.” The deep voice replies.

“Oh, hey, Wonwoo!” You smile, “What are you doing in the Arts Building?”

He blushes a deep red, kneeling and stacking the negatives before placing them back in your arms. “Oh I--I do some film editing on my own and I--um, I was just wandering around. I had some free time, so I was curious.” Wonwoo shoots you a shy smile as he pushes his glasses up on his nose bridge.

Wonwoo was very cute.

“Oh! I didn’t know that! I feel like I’ve never seen you around here…” You trail off.

“Ah, yeah, I actually have a personal studio on the east end of town. It’s small but… I don’t have to share my things, which I’d prefer.” He smiles, eyes twinkling. “It’s no fun when people mess around with your things and ruin them, y’know?”

“Oh my gosh, I knooooow. Minghao always messes up my developing station and moves my shit around.” You keep talking but Wonwoo barely acknowledges it. Instead, he takes in your appearance, admiring you as you talk animatedly about god knows what.

God, why’d it have to be Mingyu.

“Hey, so are you coming on Saturday?” He blinks confusedly at you, “Huh? Sorry, I--I didn’t quite catch that last bit.”

“Oh, Jeonghan’s party! Everyone’s invited so I was wondering if you were coming!” His blush burns darker; were you asking him out?

“I’ll be there with Mingyu but if you show up, you should save me a drink!” His excitement falters slightly at the mention of Mingyu, but he does his best to send you a reassuring smile.

“Of course, I’ve got one with your name on it.”

Wonwoo was kind, patient and understanding from what you knew.

You’d only met him a few times and you knew he lived in the building across from Mingyu’s but all of your interactions with him had only ever been pleasant.

In another universe, maybe you would’ve been in a happy relationship with someone like Wonwoo.

A sigh escapes your lips as you get ready for Jeonghan’s party; short dress barely covering your ass when Mingyu saunters into his bathroom where you currently were.

“Jeez, who’re you trying to impress.” He mumbles, sidestepping you as he checks himself in the mirror.

“I just felt like being cute, that’s all.”

Mingyu grins, hands on your waist before they slide down to your ass. He squeezes hard; a chuckle on his lips when you mewl.

“Cute isn’t the word I’d go for with this ‘lil number but okay. Let’s get going.”

Mingyu drinks more than he should and he knows it.

He takes any drink someone puts in his hands and downs it before trying to find more which usually leads to a lot of 2AM drunk phone calls and quickies in the backseat of your car.

This time, however, you’re just as bad as he is; taking any drink available as you try to drown out the way you feel when you see Mingyu chatting up someone else across Jeonghan’s living room.

To be fair, you weren’t exclusive anyway.

But his eyes dance over to you, a cocky smirk on his face when he sees the effect he has on you. He knew how you felt too, even if you never said a word about it.

Mingyu didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had, even if he benefited from it more than you did. And the two of you were friends, albeit you weren’t sure for how much longer.

He leaves the other girl as he makes his way over to you, eyes unfocused when he presses you into the wall you’d been standing in front of.

“Let’s go somewhere more private.”

“Ngh, M--Mingyu, fuck--fuck, harder!”

Mingyu keeps you bent over the sink, hips slamming into your ass as he fucks you from behind in Jeonghan’s upstairs bathroom.

The loud music drowns out your loud moans and his filthy words as you eagerly fuck yourself on his cock. “Fuck, this tiny little dress of yours doesn’t do a damn thing. Bet you wanted me to fuck you just like this, huh? Bent over a fuckin’ sink at a party.”

Neither of you had even made the effort to get undressed as you hiked your dress up and tugged your panties to the side, hands planted firmly onto the mirror in front of you as you watched yourself get drunk off of his cock.

“G-god, yes, yes! Fuck me h-harder, damn it!” You whine. Mingyu slaps your ass at this, low grunts spilling from his lips. “Your cute ‘lil cunt begging to be filled with my cock at every second of the fuckin’ day. “ He slurs.

He feels his cock throbbing as he erratically thrusts into you, only a low groan on his lips before he’s cumming.

“O-oh, shit…”

You feel his thrusts slow down as he cums inside of you, a soft mewl on your lips at the feeling. You clench around him, shaking your hips slightly to get his attention back on you.

A sharp knock scares you both as Mingyu pulls out of you; panties slipping back into place like they’d never been touched.

“Hey! People need to use the bathroom, assholes!” Someone yells from the opposite side.

“Fuck, we need to go.” Mingyu grumbles, readjusting himself and zipping his denim back up.

You very slowly lift yourself up from leaning on top of the sink, tugging your dress back down quietly.

Of course. Of, fucking, course.

Mingyu can sense the annoyance even without you saying anything, lopsided smile on his features. “Later, okay? Don’t be a brat.”

“Whatever.”

You head for the door, unlocking it before you step out first and leave Mingyu behind. Your body still buzzes with the urge to cum when you start heading down the hallway, panties sticking to you like a second skin with Mingyu’s cum pooling into the material. You turn a corner into an empty part of the upstairs hallways, sighing slightly as you lean up against a wall.

You hear your name being called as you turn your head, finding Wonwoo jogging up to you.

“Hey! I was looking for you!” He smiles, noting the way you seem to sadly smile back at him. “Something the matter?”

“Ugh, it’s Mingyu…” You start. Wonwoo tenses up, hands balling into fists at his side. “What did he do?”

“He’s so fucking selfish! I don’t know what’s up with him lately but he always leaves me hanging!”

Oh.

It’s quiet between the two of you as your words sink in and Wonwoo’s demeanor changes in the blink of an eye. He takes a step closer to you, fingertips under your chin to lift your head up as he meets your blown out pupils.

“I wouldn’t leave you hanging, y’know.”

You feel a wave of arousal wash over you at his deep voice; did Wonwoo always sound like that or was it the alcohol? “W-what?”

“I said, I wouldn’t leave you hanging. I’d put you before myself, if you’d let me.” He smirks at you, eyes twinkling with promise.

“Show me then.”

Wonwoo drags you into the nearest bedroom; excitement coursing through his veins.

In another universe, he would’ve been more romantic about this.

Dinner and candles, picnics at sunset. Ah, well.

“Well, it’s not much but it’ll do.” He says, locking the door behind himself before he turns to you. He takes in your mildly disheveled appearance, walking you backwards until the back of your legs hit the bed.

“You deserve better, y’know? Someone who’ll take care of you.”

“I know… But you promised you’d show me, didn’t you?” Pouting, you hike your dress up before you sit down on the edge of the bed. You spread your legs as you let Wonwoo see your panties that were practically transparent.

“Fuck, you let him cum inside your tight ‘lil pussy and he didn’t even let you cum?”

“How do you know I’m tight if you never fucked me before.” You retort, shooting him a smirk of your own. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, but you felt more confident now than you’d been in a long while.

Wonwoo leans over you, easing you down until your back touches the sheets. “Only someone as pretty as you would have a tight ‘lil cunt and I’ll prove it.” He pulls away, undoing the button and zipper of his pants before he shimmies his boxer briefs down enough to pull his half hard cock out.

You lick your lips at the sight; he was slightly bigger than Mingyu. “Fuck, your cock is huge, Wonwoo…” He smirks at your compliment, tugging on your legs until your lower half hangs off of the side of the bed. He eases your wet panties down, pocketing them before he spreads your legs wide.

“I’m not typically one for sloppy seconds, but…” You blush at his comment. “...If it’s you, I don’t care.”

“Usually I wouldn’t have someone else’s cum already inside my fuckin’ pussy before I hook up with someone else...” You mumble.

Wonwoo guides his cock towards you, letting the shaft rest against your folds. He starts grinding against you, coating his cock in your wetness and Mingyu’s cum. His cock is already throbbing as he continues to tease you and himself, resisting the urge to fuck you hard and fast like he knew both of you needed. “S’okay, I’ll just have to cum inside you too and fuck it so deep into your fuckin’ cunt that you won’t even remember Mingyu ever did.” He grins.

“God, yes, make me cum too, I wanna cum with you…” Whining, you buck your hips up to meet his teasing touches.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make sure you get my cock nice ‘n wet.” He positions his cock at your entrance, teasing you one more time as you whine and squirm underneath him. “Fuck, you’re so cute when you’re whiny.”

He slowly eases his cock in, meeting no resistance with how wet you already were and the cum already inside you. “God, you really are fuckin’ tight…” Wonwoo mumbles under his breath.

It takes you a second to adjust to Wonwoo’s size before he’s drawing his hips back and thrusting back into you and a mewl cuts through the air when the head of his cock taps against your cervix; eyes fluttering shut with how well Wonwoo filled you up.

“Oh, god, ngh, Wonwoo I--I don’t know if I--I can hold o-off…” A choked cry rolls off of your lips, fingertips digging into the sheets underneath you as you cant your hips up to meet his thrusts. You’d already gotten close to an orgasm before and now that Wonwoo’s cock was snug between your walls and curving into you perfectly, it was hard to hold back.

“That’s okay, baby. You can cum as many times as you want. Use me how you want me.” He offers; voice gentle and inviting as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“P--please, ah, touch my---my clit…”

Wonwoo obliges, pinching and rolling your clit between his fingertips. “O-oh, fuck!”

Your body locks up, Wonwoo’s name spilling from your lips as he throws you over the edge and into the first mind-melting orgasm you’d had in weeks. He smiles dreamily at you, hips still snapping into you as he fucks you through your high.

“So fuckin’ pretty when you’re cumming.”

You can only whimper in response, blushing when you can hear how much wetter you’d gotten after just one orgasm. He takes his fingers off of you clit, licking the wet digits.  

Wonwoo looks down to where the two of you are connected, a soft groan on his lips when he sees how much of your wetness coats his cock. “You really did get my cock fuckin’ soaked, baby. Think you still have it in you to give me one more? I’m close too and, ah, I’d love for you to cum with me.” He shoots you a sweet smile and you feel your heart beat out of your chest.

You nod feverishly, “Mm--Mmhmm… I---I haven’t c-cum in a few weeks so… I--”

“A few weeks?”

You avert your eyes from his inquisitive stare, already knowing how he’s going to react. “Yeah, s’just Mingyu’s been so busy so… He’s been, hah, kinda’ leaving me h-hanging and---Ah!” Wonwoo thrusts into you hard, grinding against you once he was fully bottomed out.

“For weeks now? He’s been treating you like that?” It’d made sense now why he’d seen you in Mingyu’s bed alone that one time. “Y-yeah… but---but he’s just busy, y’know, ah, being a TA and a-all...”

He shakes his head in utter disbelief; selfish Mingyu, as always.

Wonwoo leans in until he’s face to face with you, kissing you on the lips gently before pulling away. He doesn’t say another word and instead works on getting you worked up to cum with him and even through the muffled music, he can hear your loud whines and whimpers and the sound of skin slapping as his thrusts become erratic.

He licks the pad of his thumb before he brings it back towards your sensitive and swollen clit. “Baby, ‘m close…” He whispers; only loud enough for you to catch.

“Ngh, fuh--fuck, Wonwoo, please cum i-inside me… I wanna feel your, ah, cock throbbing i-inside of me when you fill me up with y-your cum…” Wonwoo’s thumb presses harder against your clit and he opts to grind against you instead when he feels the tension in his abdomen start to snap. He moans your name shakily, brows furrowed and eyes clamped shut as he lets the pleasure wash over him.

You lick your lips watching his face contort in bliss and you bring your fingers down and over his thumb as you press down harder onto your clit and the action is enough to throw you over the edge again, head thrown back and a sharp whine on your lips as you cum for the second time. 

Wonwoo slows down his thrusts as he starts to come down from his high and he works you through yours. “Shit, you really are so fuckin’ pretty.” 

A blush coats your skin as your orgasm starts to ebb away and Wonwoo is careful to not hurt you once he starts to pull his cock from inside of you. 

He watches the cum drip out of you, lips pursed into a tight smile. “Guess you should get these back, huh?” He fishes for the wet panties in his pocket; helping you slide them back on and up your legs before he pulls away and starts to smooth down his own disheveled appearance.

You laugh breathily, “I’ll let you have another pair next time.” 

“Oh? There’ll be a next time?” He grins. 

Biting your lip, you stand, readjusting your dress and grimacing at how gross you felt now that your panties were even wetter and covered in more cum. 

“I---I mean, I still... I still have feelings for Mingyu but--but...” You pause; Wonwoo’s eyes on you. “I know I should end things with him, it’s just gonna take some time and I--I think you’re a really great guy, Wonwoo, and I’d like for there to be a next time... It’s just... I think I need some time to get over Mingyu first.” You mumble the last few words, a little embarrassed you even admitted you liked Mingyu. 

“No, I---I get it. It’s no worries! Just---Just come find me when you’re ready.” He shoots you a beaming smile, “I’ll leave first, okay?” 

You nod in response, smiling at his back when he turns to leave. 

“Thank you, Wonwoo.” 

You end up heading home, leaving Mingyu at Jeonghan’s party all-together.

He’d find his way home eventually; maybe even puke in the backseat of a taxi and get what he deserved. 

You giggle at the thought, stepping into the lobby of your apartment building.

Huh, the lights are out. 

You’re a little confused, but you make your way towards the elevators; stumbling slightly with the alcohol still in your system. Pressing the button, you wait patiently in the dark lobby -- only the moonlight providing a soft glow. 

The elevator dings and you quickly enter it, pressing the button for your floor before resting against the banister. 

Hey, is that a person?

Your eyes catch a glimpse of a figure not too far off and only half visible from around the corner, brows furrowed. 

But you didn’t hear anyone enter the building.

The door closes and you shake the thoughts out of your head; it was probably just the alcohol making your eyes hazy.

Eventually you reach your floor, sighing in relief that the lights were still working. You stumble down the hall, dropping your house keys a few times before you can even make the turn to get to your hallway.

You reach your door, sliding the key into the keyhole and turning the lock.

God, it was so good to finally be home. 

“Good Evening, this is Boo Seungkwan reporting live on Channel 17’s 4 o’ clock news. We’re live at the scene here, as you can see behind me, at the apartment complex were Mr. Kim Mingyu resided. The police and detectives are still going through Mr. Kim’s apartment in hopes of finding any clues. His whereabouts are still unknown as well as his female companion. If you have any tips or information of where they both are, please do not hesitate to contact the police or the TV station.” Seungkwan pauses, waving down a pedestrian. “Sir? I’m a reporter for Channel 17 news, can we please have a word with you? It’s about the missing university students.”

Wonwoo sadly smiles, nodding. “Of course.”

Seungkwan gestures for the cameraman to come closer, holding the microphone in between himself and Wonwoo. “Sir, did you happen to know the missing couple?”

“Ah… Kind of. They were attending the same university as myself. He was kind of a friend of mine, and I know he lived in the building across from myself but…” Wonwoo pauses, shaking his head. “I--I don’t know what happened. They seemed like such kind people. I’ve heard rumours that they just fled to another city, but… that’s it really.”

“Did they tell you that, themselves?” Wonwoo shakes his head no. “No, just rumours flying around campus. Everyone saw them at a party last weekend, myself included. That seems to have been the last time.”

“I see, so have the police interviewed you? Do they have any suspects?”

Wonwoo shakes his head again, smiling sadly. “The police just think they ran away, which, I guess isn’t too far fetched. We’re all stressed university students, after all.”

“You mentioned he’s a friend of yours. He didn’t bother to say anything? Do you think he kidnapped her?”

Wonwoo bites the inside of his cheek, worry clear on his features. “I mean, Mingyu was kind of aloof and he was very drunk at that party. I’m not sure if they got into an altercation. We never really hung out outside of campus so sadly, I can’t really say I know if it’d be in his character or not.”

“Thank you sir, for your time.”

Seungkwan lets Wonwoo leave, stepping away to finish the live report.

Wonwoo nods, turning to make his way back into his apartment. 

He enters his place, toeing off his shoes before he heads towards his own bedroom.

By nature, he steps in front of his window; the same one that faced Mingyu’s now empty bedroom.

His lips ease into a small peaceful smile. 

He would have to make a trip to the east end once all the news vans and patrol cars were gone.

He was sure you’d love the food he’d be making for your candle-lit dinner. It was one of his favorite recipes.

And he was sure Mingyu wouldn’t mind watching from his place in the corner, either. 

#yandere!wonwoo #yandere!svt #wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #yandere!seventeen #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #monstermash!svt

[ginnympotter]

call it even

Chapter 1: you’ll always know me

A/N: This is the first chapter of a 2 (or possibly 3? who knows) chapter Muggle AU fanfic inspired by tis the damn season and dorothea by taylor swift hehe hope you like it :) You can also read it on AO3 here.

She felt a tap on her shoulder and took a deep breath. It was way too early in the morning, she had just gotten off a long flight where she barely slept a wink, and she just didn’t have it in her to talk to any fans without the coffee she was impatiently waiting for at the LAX Starbucks.

But she turned around anyway, bracing herself, and then saw a face that jolted her so much she supposed she wouldn’t need the coffee anymore. “Harry?”

“Hey, Ginny,” he smiled. Harry Potter was standing in front of her for the first time in almost a year, looking as handsome as ever. He was tired, his green eyes looking glazed behind his glasses, his hair pointing in all directions- though she could tell he didn’t try to comb it- wearing the grey-blue sweater she knew her Mum bought him years ago.

Without really thinking about it, she moved forward and hugged him, throwing her arms around his neck, and he put his around her waist and hugged her back, but he also let go first.

“What are you doing here?” she asked incredulously, trying not to think too hard about him breaking the embrace before she could.

“My students had a tournament against a school out here,” he explained. “We lost though.”

“I’m sorry,” she offered.

“Oh, don’t be, I don’t mind. But the kids all seem like they’re going to jump out of the plane before we can make it home. I was up until 2am consoling the quarterback. My assistant coach is talking them all down now out there while I grab us coffee.”

She nodded, biting her lip. And then blurted out, “Why didn’t you call?” At Harry’s confused look, she added, “to tell me you were in L.A.?”

He cleared his throat, and Ginny saw a light blush creep up his neck. “Well, I knew you were away for your match. I caught some of it, you played great, as always.”

“Oh,” she responded, feeling stupid. She sometimes forgot that as a member of the U.S. Women’s Soccer team her schedule was often public knowledge. She felt a tug at her heart thinking about Harry still supporting her after all this time. “Right, thanks. I wish I could’ve shown you around the city. Did you like it here?”

He shrugged. “Not bad, but big cities aren’t really my style. You know that,” he ended, a solemn note in his voice. “Have you been enjoying it out here?”

She mirrored his shrug. “It’s fine, I suppose. I like the weather, if that counts.”

“Nothing else?”

With most people she’d probably just lie and say she loved it, but with Harry she had a bad habit of always being blunt. “The traffic here is worse than what they warn you about, and honestly, it’s hard to make friends when it seems like everyone just wants to use you for your fame- or for the more famous people that you know.”

“Well, if you’re ever tired of being known for who you know, you know you'll always know me.” Harry offered her a sad smile. “I’m always a call- or a FaceTime- away. Not that a tiny screen is my ideal way of seeing you, but better than nothing.”

She wasn’t sure how to respond right away, as she could feel her whole body burning up and her throat closing. There was so much in the air between them. But the barista called out a cold brew, and at the same time they both said, “oh, that’s me,” then looked at each other and laughed. The first one had Ginny’s name on it, the one that followed five seconds later had Harry’s.

They walked away from the coffee pick-up area together, and Harry checked his watch. “Well, we have to board soon. I’m sorry this is the only way we got to see each other.”

“I’ll be home for Christmas,” Ginny told him in response. She originally didn’t plan on reaching out to him when she got back home, because she knew her brother and Harry’s best friend Ron would just tell him, and if he wanted to see her he could make that decision for himself. But suddenly this became information that she couldn’t hold in.

“Oh,” responded Harry, running his free hand through his hair. Her heart fluttered at that motion, as she knew what it meant- that he was nervous in a good way. “Well, that’s great! Let me know when you plan on getting in, I’d love to catch up, properly.”

“Yeah, me too,” she said, the sincerity spilling out against her will. She never could truly play it cool with him, not even when they were kids. She hugged him again, smelling home lingering on his sweater. “I will. Have a safe flight, Harry.”

His grip on her was tighter this time, even with coffee in hand, than the last. “You too,” he replied. And then stiffened and let go. “I mean, you already had your flight, so that made no sense. Have a safe...cab ride home, I suppose?”

Ginny laughed at his stumbling. “I’ll do my best.”

He smiled, raising a hand in a small wave as he walked back towards his students. “See you later, Gin.”

She returned the smile and watched him reach his students. She noticed one of them looking at her as if they recognized her. She saw him nudge Harry with his elbow before she turned around and began walking to find her cab driver. As she continued to stride forward she faintly heard him ask, “Mr. Potter, was that just… Ginny Weasley? Do you know her?”

***

It was her fault for thinking her brothers would give her some indication that Harry would be there. They knew she still had feelings for him, no matter how much she denied it and how many times she tried to move on, and yet they couldn’t even give her a heads up.

When Fred and George saw her exasperated expression, they rolled their eyes in unison as Fred put his arm around her. “Are you reverting back to your 11-year-old self, little sis?”

“Fuck off,” she said, shrugging out of her brother’s embrace. “You could have at least warned me.”

“I thought you were bold, or whatever,” said George. “Wasn’t that one of the three qualities you used to describe yourself in People Magazine?”

Harry began walking over to them. She mentally prepared herself as he hugged Fred and George and congratulated them on the joke shop’s expansion. As he turned his attention to Ginny, the twins quickly left to talk to other guests. He didn’t smile.

“Hi,” she said nervously. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Hi,” he replied, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his drink. “Ron told me you landed three days ago.”

She gulped, feeling his hurt absorb her. “Well, I just got settled in and recharged, you know. I- I was going to text you.” Which was true; she did intend on keeping her promise to Harry at the airport, but didn’t know when the appropriate time would be- how do you know the right time to text your ex and first love to casually catch up?

He hummed, taking a sip of his beer. She absolutely despised cold Harry, she could feel it emanating off of him. “It’s fine,” he said, ostensibly lying. “I was catching up with some other people from school anyway. Remember Cho?”

Oh, he was cruel, bringing up his ex like that. “Obviously,” she almost spat. As if she could forget.

“Saw her and Neville, Hannah and Luna the other day.”

She had half a mind to mention Dean Thomas, her boyfriend right before Harry in her sophomore year, reaching out to her asking to go for a drink, but couldn’t find it in her to do it, so instead she just mirrored his cool and pretend unbothered tone. “I don’t remember asking, but thanks for the information.”

Harry’s frown became more clearly defined. “Fine, sorry to bother you.”

She felt a chill as he walked away from her, a familiar ache pooling in her abdomen. They were fighting like they were teenagers rather than grown adults. It was unlike him to start it- it was usually her- but she couldn’t really blame him, though. She knew at the end of the day that she was the main culprit, that she made him ache the way she did because she didn’t know how else to hold it on her own.

She watched him return to her brother Ron’s side and take another large sip of his beer. Ron’s wife and one of both Ginny’s and Harry’s closest friends, Hermione Granger, gave Harry an appraising look and then walked over to Ginny. Hermione gave her a short hug and then said, “Alright, which one of you said something stupid this time?”

Ginny scoffed, pulling away from her friend. “Oh, it’s nice to see you too, Hermione.”

“I saw you yesterday. So which one of you started it?”

“Obviously he did! He had the audacity to mention hanging out with Cho Chang to me.”

Hermione gave a look of utter exasperation. “That’s a new low for him.”

“I know!”

“But I’m assuming you replied with equal spite?”

She sputtered, crossing her arms. “Maybe so.”

“Well, you should have texted him, Ginny.”

“He should’ve texted me! ” she whispered sharply.

“But you told him at the airport-”

“No, I know that, but- I mean, he should have texted me after…” she trailed off, feeling ashamed of herself for being this upset. “After your wedding last year.”

“You mean after you two slept together again after my wedding last year.”

“Well, yeah. Once I got back to L.A. at least. But nothing.”

“You could’ve texted him then, as well.”

“Whose side are you on, anyway? I know Harry’s been your best friend forever and everything but I’m your sister-in-law! Doesn’t family by marriage mean anything to you?”

Hermione shook her head and rubbed her temples. “You two really need to sort out your issues on your own. But if it helps to know, he wasn’t really ‘hanging out’ with Cho. We were out with him and the others as well, Cho wasn’t in our group, she just happened to walk in with Michael Corner and they stopped by our table and said hi for a quick minute.”

“She’s dating Michael? My ex-boyfriend Michael?”

“Oh, yeah, they’ll be engaged any day now,” Hermione informed her.

“That lying piece of-”

“You’re both to blame here,” Hermione declared, using her I’m Putting My Foot Down voice. “Just act like adults for once and sort it out. Properly.”

Guilt enveloped her throughout the rest of the night and she hated how such a small exchange could do this to her, as she had to act like everything was okay, be happy for her brothers and talk about her life in L.A. and as a famous soccer player and sell the life she was living as one she was satisfied to have.

By the end of the evening, before he could leave, she found Harry by himself sitting and reading something intently on his phone. She took a deep breath and walked over to him. “Mind if I sit here?”

He looked up for a second, shook his head, and continued staring at his phone. She eased up just a tad, as she could tell his silence wasn’t his I’m Ignoring You silence, but rather his I’m Deep In Thought and Concentration silence. “Everything okay?” She asked, and when he glanced her way she gestured to his phone.

He gave a half-laugh, half sigh, looking back at his screen. “Yeah, it’s just some of these parents have no boundaries… emailing me during the holidays- on a Friday night no less. I’m just reading through them to decide if any of them are worth responding to outside of my automatic away signature.”

“Is this for the football team kids, or your English Literature students?”

“My Lit students, but there is some overlap. I have this one student, Danny, who’s a really great kid, and his parents are real dickheads, and they’re mad that he got a B+ instead of an A, despite me telling them last quarter that a B is a great grade, and Danny’s already self-conscious as it is and could use encouragement rather than nitpicking over bullshit-“

He caught sight of her face and quickly cut himself off, a blush spreading across his cheeks. She realized she was smiling- it was always nice to see Harry talk passionately about something- and quickly adjusted her facial features. He cleared his throat and closed his phone. “They can probably wait until after the holidays for me to repeat myself, I suppose.”

“I think that’s the right call,” she assured him.

He exhaled, running his hands through his hair and then over his face, trying to wipe off his exhaustion with it all. “Thanks.” He put his hands on his lap and looked at her fully, as he refused to do a couple of hours ago. “Ginny, I’m sorry-“

“No, I’m sorry,” she interjected. “I told you I’d let you know when I’d be here and I didn’t. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I let my frustration get the better of me,” he said with a sigh. “Classic Harry for you.”

She laughed, folding her legs into a pretzel in her seat. “Can’t blame you, really, as I’d probably behave the same.” She let out a breath and continued on. “Look, I did mean to text you and tell you I was back. I just… I don’t know, I was stupid, I thought it had to be the right timing, but I guess that doesn’t make much sense.”

“What, were you waiting for a sign or something?” he asked. He was joking when he asked, but as he processed the look on her face he rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Wow, Gin. You never stop amazing me.”

She blushed and laughed nervously, thinking of all the times in the past Harry had said something like that to her. She wanted to hear more of it, over and over, even when he’s saying it in jest. “That is what I do best.”

His features sharpened a bit and he leaned forward. “Well, how’s me asking to see you tomorrow for a sign?”

She put her hand on her chin and pretended to think about it. “A pretty good one, I’d say.”

#harry potter #hp #harry potter x ginny weasley #harry x ginny #hinny #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fiction #ginny weasley #ron weasley #hermione granger #fred weasley #george weasley

[lovelytarou]

kiss me thru the phone — bakugo katsuki

— katsuki always calls you on the phone, making sure that it's his voice you hear when you wake and the one you'll listen to as you fall asleep.

pairing: bakugo katsuki x reader

tags: established relationship, swearing? cuz this is bakugo hehe. not proofread!!

genre: fluff, kinda angst

word count: 1.4k

a/n: 1/7 of the 200 follower event, i can just see him doing this lmao. sorry if the header doesn't look good, i tried my best (˘･_･˘) not at me saying i'll upload this yesterday night but it's already 2am here. it is what it is.

bakugo katsuki is a busy man. 

even when he was in his UA days, you always see him training by himself and excusing himself early to go study and then eventually, sleep. his friends often tease him for being a grandpa and not having time to go and have fun, but when he met you that's when he really started to let himself free and experience fun things with his friends albeit he's masking it as having “no choice but to join” under the guise of watching over his friends as to not make themselves look like idiots, but you know better. you know that when he says he doesn't care, you understand the meaning that he actually does. and deeply too.

he's just a big tsundere who cares a lot for the people he loves. 

now that he's a pro hero working his way up to the top, hectic times and cancelled dates cannot be helped. he has to always excuse himself and apologize over and over for not going to the date you both planned as promised and you always have to say that it's alright, that you understand over and over. and if anyone knew bakugo, it's that he would never settle for less. a simple ‘okay’ isn't enough for him. 

so when you woke up one morning to the ringing of your phone and the rare photo of your lover smiling instead of your cacophonous alarm, you knew it had to be one of those days where bakugo was feeling particularly soft for you.

rolling over on his side of the bed, you answered the call with a smile on your face despite him not seeing it. the warm streaks of sunlight coming through the windows illuminated your face, making you shut your eyes for a moment.

“hi, baby.” you croaked, voice scratchy and raspy upon waking.

you heard his chuckle on the other end before he greeted you as well.

“good morning, sleepyhead. it's 10am already, you should be getting your ass out of bed,” he scolded you. you rolled your eyes as you lied on your back, staring up at the ceiling while you twirled a piece of your hair like a lovestruck schoolgirl talking to your crush. 

“i know, i know. but the bed's still warm and i wanna stay in bed for a bit.” you whined, even pouting for effect that you knew he wouldn't resist. 

you heard him click his tongue in annoyance at your statement. knowing him, he's probably shaking his head in disapproval at your lazy behavior. 

“get the fuck out of bed or else your breakfast will get cold. you don't want to eat cold food, do you?" 

“wait, you made me breakfast?” you felt your stomach do flips at the thought of bakugo waking up early and even having the time and effort to cook for you. 

you heard him scoff at that, “course i did. i know your dumbass will complain about how i didn't cook you anything before i left if i didn't. so eat up, okay? i know i'm not always at home to eat with you and this is the only thing i can do to make you feel that you're not alone. and i'm sorry about that. i promise one of these days, i'll take you out for dinner, alright?” 

he can only hear sniffles and soft sobs on the other end as you nodded. 

“oi, are you crying?!”

“yes! why the hell are you so sweet? and it's too early for me to be crying like this!” you wailed, tears streaming down your face like a waterfall, trying your best to wipe them away with your night shirt. 

“i'd like that very much. you're the best, katsuki. take care and good luck at work!” 

“i know i am, babe. take care as well, don't wait up for me tonight, i'll call you.” you both bid your goodbyes with words of love before he hung up to do his hero work and for you to get ready for the day. you ate your breakfast with a smile on your face and heart feeling much fuller than your stomach with the thought of katsuki.

some days, when he's away on a mission, he'd love to call you randomly and he wouldn't even care if you're doing something or if you're busy. what he knows is that he needs to hear your voice more than anything. 

on a particularly busy and dreadful day, bakugo had called you during work and you picked it up without second thoughts, worry already clouding your mind. 

“tsuki baby!” you greeted in a joyful tone. your smile evaporated when he didn't return the sentiment.

“katsuki? are you okay? what's up, baby?” you tried to make your voice as soothing as possible, knowing that any other unwelcoming approach might set him off.

he sighed on the other end, and you can only guess what happened.

“i'm fine...just...i missed your voice,” his own had a low timbre to it, sort of a deep vulnerable tone he only let you hear when he wanted you to see his true self without the facades and the mask. 

“i'm here now, katsuki. do you wanna talk?” being a pro hero can be stressful as much as he loves it. he's also human, and he can only handle as much when faced with a lot of obstacles in life.

“yeah, that'd be nice. tell me about your day, how are you?” he might be diverting the topic towards you instead but you indulged him in his request and started to tell him about your day – from the time you wake up to the time you arrived to work.

“oh! and um, i also bumped into my old friend a while ago. they asked me about you and i told them that we should meet up someday, you know, like a double date?” 

“sure, yeah. i'd love to meet them. they seem like a cool person.” 

“they are! anyway, what about you? anything happened in there on the mission?” you waited patiently for his response which he appreciated a whole lot than what you realize. 

“it was okay. the mission was going smoothly with everyone helping and then...i just, we rescued this man and his...wife got–” he faltered, you heard him choke a sob through the phone and you can only wish you can hold him right at that moment if you weren't only miles away from each other. 

“it's okay if you don't wanna continue, tsuki. i understand this is heavy for you. i'm sorry you have to suffer through that alone. i wish i can be there for you,” in your head, you're imagining that you're comforting him and kissing his worries away as he's nuzzling into your neck. and you'd tell him that everything will be alright and that you'll always be there for him.

“i'm sorry...thank you, for staying with me and being in my life. i wouldn't know what i'd do without you, honestly. maybe be the same asshole that i was before we met,” he joked, chuckling at the fond memory that felt like ages ago today. 

“no worries, babe. you know i'm always here if you want to talk. i'll listen and you can never talk my ear off because i love listening to you sexy voice.” you teased, knowing it would make him as red as a tomato. the both of you laughed and it felt like you're together, probably at home as you lounged in the living room without worrying about anything.

“whatever. i like hearing your voice too, i guess. anyway, i gotta go in a few minutes. i'm calling again later before you sleep, make sure you don't doze off on me!” you can practically imagine the smoke coming out of his ears as he yelled at his phone.

“yes, yes, i will. i already told you i'm sorry! go kick some villain ass in there, baby. i'll be waiting for you back home.” 

“good. goodbye, i miss you. stay safe and always lock your door and the windows! don't stay up too late or i'll swim there to make you sleep myself–”

before he went on a tangent about his usual scoldings you told him that you still had work to do and he can save them for later, but you felt warm inside knowing this is how he tells you he loves you without really saying them. time and distance may keep you away from each other, but your love can travel through great distances and defy all odds. 

Taglist: @chibishae34

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[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

2 A.M.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

PROMPTS: 48. I called you at 2am because I need you. 50. I’m scared but won’t admit it so you take my hand 

Requested by @wonderlandmind4​

So, I’m not going to include #1, because I already did that prompt in another story. 

The Avengers are at the Tower for plot reasons. And just because I wanted it that way. Deal with it LOL. 

Bucky rubbed his eyes awake as FRIDAY announced that he was receiving an incoming phone call. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand and it read 2AM.

“Accept,” he muttered huskily to the AI.

“Wait, FRIDAY, no, no, no!” The call immediately came in.

“Hello?” Bucky asked with confusion.

He expected it to be Steve, who was on a mission with the entire team. It left Bucky as the sole “superhero” left in the tower. But he didn’t see himself as such. Bucky was crashing at the high-rise because he really had no place else to go. And he knew Steve would be disappointed if Bucky didn’t take him up on the offer.

“Bucky, hi.” A female voice said.

He squinted and then put it together. “Y/N, is that you?”

Y/N was Happy’s niece. Tony and Pepper were basically her aunt and uncle without being related. She lived in the city, and therefore was around the tower a lot. Pepper was constantly inviting her over for dinner. Sometimes she’d do her laundry there. If Tony ever had a party, she was invited. The rest of the team had befriended her. 

But Bucky...Bucky kept his distance – just like he kept his distance from basically everyone.

However, that didn’t mean he didn’t take notice of Y/N.

It was ridiculous how long it took him to realize that his eyes seemed to always be searching for her when she was around. He watched her at parties, always dressed in a fancy dress with her makeup a little heavier than usual. He would steal glances at her when she was in the gym. Apparently she didn’t want to pay for one herself, but there wasn’t a gym nicer than the one at the tower.

But just because Bucky noticed Y/N didn’t mean he talked to her. 

Bucky thought the world hated him. Once all of Hydra and SHIELD’s secrets were leaked, everyone knew exactly what he had done.

The Winter Soldier wasn’t someone people wanted to be friends with.

“Hi, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to call you. No, I told FRIDAY not to call you,” she was talking really quickly – obviously, stressed – and yet quietly, like she was scared someone might hear her.

Bucky sat up straighter, fully awake and now on alert. “Everything OK?”

“Yeah. Well, I mean, not really. I’m sure it’s fine. I’m probably being crazy,” her words were coming out faster and faster.

“Y/N, take a breath,” Bucky demanded.

She must’ve done as she was told because there was 5 seconds of silence.

“What’s going on?” He asked then.

“It might just be the storm…” Bucky looked outside his window at the lightning and heavy downpour. “But I swore I heard someone trying to get into my apartment. There’ve been two robberies in my building the last 2 months.”

Bucky already knew about that. He overheard Y/N telling Pepper, Tony, and Happy about it in the kitchen. She seemed pretty shaken up about it. One of her neighbors had to go to the hospital because the robbers timed it wrong and ended attacking the poor man in a panic.

Tony and Happy weren’t happy about Y/N living in what appeared to be an unsafe building. They both tried to convince her to move into the tower. When she refused, pointing out how ridiculous the idea was, Tony told her he’d just buy her a place that had a doorman and high-level security. Y/N refused that too.

It was the first time Bucky had ever agreed with anything Tony said.

“Can you hear anything now?” Bucky asked, taking Y/N’s concerns and fear very seriously.

“No. It’s hard to hear anything with the rain and thunder outside,” Y/N whispered.

Then she sighed.

“Listen, Bucky, I’m really sorry for waking you up. Pepper and Happy are in Germany for a Stark meeting. I was just trying to reach Tony…”

“Everyone’s out on an assignment right now,” Bucky explained. “I’m the only one here.”

“Oh…” Y/N said lamely.

Bucky could tell she did really feel bad, and was growing more and more embarrassed. “And you don’t have to apologize.”

“I’m just being a total spaz right now and–“ She stopped abruptly.

“Y/N?”

“I definitely just heard something,” she whispered as quietly as possible.

“Y/N, I need you to give me your address,” Bucky instructed calmly.

There was no answer.

“Y/N,” his tone more gentle this time, “you gotta give me your address.”

He was already moving around his room, grabbing necessary clothing. He moved with purpose, not even thinking about what he needed to grab.

Bucky listened as Y/N rattled off her address and apartment number.

He was grateful that her apartment was only a 10 minute drive from the tower.

“I’m on my way. Stay on the phone with me,” Bucky sounded like he did was he was on comms during a mission. Not that he’d done that recently.

“O-Okay,” Y/N stuttered in a whisper.

For a second, Bucky thought maybe he should talk to her, try to keep her calm, or make sure she knew she wasn’t alone. He’d be there soon.

But it was obvious that she was staying quiet so she could listen to any possible intruder.

Just when Bucky was two blocks away from her place, the line went dead.

“Shit,” he cursed under his breath.

He slammed his breaks just outsider her building, not bothering to turn off the car or try to park it.

Bucky would’ve shoved his way through the front door of the building with his metal arm and shoulder, but the lock had already been broken.

Now Bucky was more concerned.

He was quick and stealth as he went up the stairs to Y/N’s floor. He pulled out the gun from the back of his waistband.

With one floor left to go, Bucky suddenly heard footsteps running on the floor above him – Y/N’s floor. The footsteps were running toward the opposite side of the building that Bucky was on. Which meant they probably knew someone was on their way up and they were escaping through the emergency stairs on the other side.

For a moment, Bucky considered running after them. He knew he could catch them. They didn’t stand a chance.

But Y/N was now at the forefront of his mind.

He quickly made it to her apartment.

The door was closed, but he could tell from the scratches on the lock and handle that someone had been trying to break their way in discreetly.

Bucky took in a deep breath and knocked.

“Y/N? It’s Bucky. Can you let me in?”

There was no answer. He waited a few minutes and listened for any movements from inside the apartment.

Nothing. 

“Doll… I’m coming in, alright?”

With a quick twist of his metal hand on the doorknob, he was able to crush it to pieces. It should’ve been harder to do, but the building was clearly as old as Bucky and not kept up to code.

Bucky promptly put his gun back in his waistband, not wanting to alarm Y/N with just the mere sight of a firearm.

“Y/N?” He called out to the empty apartment. “It’s just me.”

But he knew where she would be. It was the most common place for people to hide in case of an emergency.

Bucky made his steps quiet, but noticeable, so Y/N knew exactly where he was in the apartment.

He made his way to her bedroom and stopped in front of her closet.

He knew that she knew he was there. He could hear her soft breathing that was still anxious and terrified.

Ever so carefully, he opened her closet door.

Inside Y/N was tucked in the corner, knees to her chest, with a kitchen knife in one hand and her dead cellphone in the other.

Bucky looked at her with only sympathy. 

He couldn’t remember the last time he felt as scared as Y/N looked. Fear had been beaten out of him long ago.

He kneeled down, his forearms balancing on his knees.

“Mind if I come in?” He asked casually.

She shrugged.

Somehow the giant super soldier managed to fit into the closet, making it feel even smaller than it already did.

“For the record… you aren’t crazy. There was definitely someone trying to get into your apartment.” Then he took in a deep breath, realizing he probably wasn’t making her feel any safer. “But they’re long gone.”

When he glanced down at Y/N, she just nodded in acknowledgment.

Bucky wished he was better with words. He used to be. Words used to be his specialty. But he’d isolated himself from everyone. Before that, he was a brainwashed assassin without a mind of its own. Bucky was out of practice.

Bucky slowed reached over to the hand closest to him, the one holding the knife. Gently, he took it out of her grasp and placed it far enough away from them that it wouldn’t accidentally hurt anyone.

Then he took her hand in his, gripping in tight enough to show her comfort. His thumb brushed back and forth over the back of her hand.

She squeezed in return, silently thanking him.

The closet was quiet, only filled with Y/N’s shaky breathing.

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you,” Bucky finally breathed.

The words surprised him. He had no idea where they’d come from.

But they seemed to finally calm Y/N down.

“Why don’t you pack a few things, so you can stay at the tower for a few days?”

He half expected her to be stubborn and say she was fine, that he’d have to put up a fight to get her to go back home with him.

But Y/N just nodded numbly.

He nodded back and got up first so he could help her back onto her feet.

When he started to leave her bedroom to give her some privacy, she jumped forward.

“W-Where are you going?”

Bucky quickly turned around. “Don’t worry. I’m just going to be in the living room. I’m calling the police. Between your door and building’s front door, there’s enough evidence to prove that someone was trying to rob the building again.”

Y/N blinked at the him saying “again,” proving that he knew this had happened in her building recently.

She didn’t think Bucky ever paid her any attention. She was never offended by it. But he had just proved that he knew paid closer attention to her than she could’ve ever realized. 

20 minutes later, there was a knock at Y/N’s front door.

Bucky quickly answered to find two cops standing outside.

He answered all their questions, hoping he did a good enough job that they wouldn’t really need to talk to Y/N all that much.

“You live here?” One of them finally asked, realizing that his name wasn’t on the lease.

“No,” Bucky answered.

“It’s your girlfriend’s place?” They followed up.

“Uhhh…no. No, Y/N’s just a friend.” He felt awkward as he answered, but the cops didn’t seemed fazed by it.

Y/N finally came out of her room with a duffle bag.

The cops started asking her questions. Bucky stood guard, making sure they didn’t push her too hard or ask things the wrong way.

After seeing how shook up she was, he felt like he’d instantly turned into her personal body guard.

“Your landlord already called a locksmith to fix your door. He should be here in a few minutes. But you should take any valuables with you just to be safe.”

Y/N nodded.

When the cops turned to talk amongst each other and with the landlord, Y/N turned to Bucky.

“Can we go now?” She asked him meekly.

It was the first time she’d talked directly to him since he got there.

“Yeah, doll, we can go.” He ushered her out and, on instinct alone, put himself between her and the cops as they walked out.

Y/N was quiet on the drive back to the Tower.

Bucky had already texted Happy and Tony about what had happened. He assumed the whole team would know soon enough.

When they were in the lobby of the residential floor, Bucky shifted his weight awkwardly. He didn’t want to leave her yet.

This was the first time they’d ever been alone together and Bucky didn’t think he could go back to keeping his distance again.

“Uhh…Do you want me to show you where the guest suites are?” He asked as he scratched the back of his neck. But he knew that she knew.

She gave him a small, forced smirk. “No, I know where they are.”

He nodded.

“Hey, Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you want to just stay up and watch a movie or something? I don’t–I don’t think I can go to sleep any time soon?”

“Of course. I mean, yeah.” Bucky responded immediately.

“Let me just change into some sweats I packed. I’ll meet you in the TV room?”

“Y-Yeah. Sounds good.”

A few minutes later, Y/N joined him on the couch.

She asked him what he wanted to watch.

“Umm…I don’t-there aren’t a lot of movies that I’ve seen,” Bucky finally told her when she kept trying to figure out what he’d like. “Haven’t really tried to catch up on the whole pop culture thing like Steve has.”

“Oh…” Y/N muttered, realizing the mistake she made.

“Put on whatever you want. Really. I’m sure I’ll like it.”

Y/N clicked a few buttons and a quirky song started playing along with someone writing in a notebook.

“Almost Famous,” Y/N explained. “It’s one of my favorites. Always puts me in a good mood, no matter how terrible I feel. And this way, you’ll be able to get a crash course on the best bands ever.”

Bucky couldn’t help but smile at that.

The opening credits weren’t even over before Bucky felt Y/N looking over at him.

He turned to her.

“Thank you for…saving me tonight,” she told him slowly.

Her words were sincere, her eyes even more so.

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N.”

“Figured you’d say that.” Then she seemed to be trying to work up the courage to say something else. “I’m…umm…I’m glad it was you.”

Bucky blinked at her small confession.

“Me too,” he finally agreed.

And then they both turned their attention back to the movie.

Halfway through, Bucky felt a weight fall onto his shoulder.

Y/N had fallen asleep, her body choosing Bucky as its pillow.

A soft and shy grin grew on his lips from the feeling and the sight of it.

Very carefully, he maneuvered her body so he could lift his arm around her and make it less uncomfortable for her.

She didn’t wake from the movement, only sighed and shifted a bit.

It wasn’t long after that Bucky fell asleep too.

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“Sam, I told you to leave ‘em alone,” Steve called out in a hushed tone.

“Not until I document this…”

Then Bucky felt the flash of a camera. His eyes snapped open to find Sam looking guilty with his phone pointed at Bucky and Y/N, who was still fast asleep.

“You have two seconds to get that phone out of my face,” Bucky warned in a growl.

He would’ve jumped up and snatched it himself, but he didn’t want to risk waking Y/N.

Sam winced and instantly fled.

Bucky glanced over at Steve, who gave him an apologetic look.

“Tony told us what happened. She OK?” He whispered.

Bucky shrugged. “She’s a little shaken, but I think she’ll be fine.”

“Well…at least you finally talked to her. Though I wish it didn’t have to be a break-in for it to happen.”

Bucky played the ignorant card. “What do you mean?”

Steve narrowed his eyes as if to say, ‘Don’t even try.’ “Bucky, give me some credit. I’m your best friend. No matter how discrete you are, I know when you have a crush.”

Bucky blushed and the looked down at Y/N.

What neither of the super soldiers knew was that Y/N heard Steve’s confession too. And she wasn’t about to let Bucky go back to ignoring her.

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This request was put in ages ago. I’m trying to clean out my inbox. I have so many requests that are collecting dust. 

THIS DOES NOT MEAN MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN. THEY ARE NOT. 

Please don’t request things. And please don’t immediately request a second part to this. There is no second part. 

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[londonalozzy]

Don’t Tell Bucky 1/2

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Romance, Comedy, Drama

Summary: The reader arrives home one night after drowning her sorrows, thinking she doesn't stand a chance with the guy she loves most, Bucky Barnes. She is so out of it that she ends up revealing all of her feelings to the first person she sees. The man himself.

Masterlist

I've been teased my whole adult life about what an old fashioned, hopeless romantic I am.

Yes, I'm an Avenger. Yes, I can kick ass when the occasion arises. But the rest of the time, the usual place to find me, is curled up on the couch with my head buried in a Jane Austen novel.

A couple of years ago someone came into my life that I thought was the key to it all. He was destined to be the Darcy to my Elizabeth, the Edward to my Elinor, the Mr Knightly to my Emma. Oh, how wrong I was!

When Steve first brought Bucky to Avengers HQ it was like a modern day version of when Bingley introduced Mr Darcy to the people of Meryton at the ball in Pride and Prejudice.

He was the archetype of the aloof romantic hero. Tall, dark, handsome, brooding and quiet. He kept himself to himself, observed everyone with eyes of an eagle, and only spoke when spoken to. I was well and truly hooked.

As weeks turned into months, Bucky and I came to an understanding, a friendship that only got more complicated as time went on. After everything he had been through, it was hard for him to open up to people, to let his guard down. What he did yearn for though, was companionship, someone to sit beside, someone to just be there if and when he needed them. I became that person for him.

Every time I decided to sit silently with a book in hand, it wouldn't be long before I had a certain super soldier at my side, just embracing the company, not having to worry about putting on a show for people he didn't feel comfortable with.

The complication in our relationship came when I realised how much I had come to depend on him being there for me.

My aching for him first made itself known when he started going out on missions that I wasn't apart of, when he went on all day training sessions away with the guys, and whole nights out when his confidence finally got a boost. I missed him. I missed him with every fiber of my being.

"So, I'm guessing you've heard the latest gossip on Barnes?" Nat asked me one morning over breakfast, her eyes not leaving her plate of blueberry pancakes as she spoke.

"Gossip? What are you talking about?" Any news on what Bucky was up to was music to my ears. I'd barely seen him these last few weeks, and it was seriously messing me up in more ways than I'd like to admit.

"You mean he's not told you? You? Princess Y/N?"

To say Nat was surprised by my ignorance was an understatement. This must be something big if she is shocked about it. When did it change to others knowing more about Bucky than I did? I thought we were best friends. He calls me Princess for Christ's sake.

"Maybe you should ask him yourself," Nat suggested, reaching across the table and rubbing my forearm. "I just assumed he would have told you first."

Now I'm seriously freaking out. "Nat, please just tell me what the hell is going on."

"You know Theresa down in medical?" Oh, shit. I've got a bad feeling about this.

"Yeah. What about her?"

"They're dating." Oh no!

It felt like my heart had leapt into my throat. I couldn't think, never mind know what to respond with. I knew it would happen eventually. I knew he'd end up with someone. I just assumed it would me. How stupid could I be?

"Y/N, you need to tell him how you feel." Why does Nat always have to be so good at this observation stuff?

"I don't know what you're talking about," I choked with a traitor tear in my eye, and a jump up from my chair when I suddenly felt the need to escape.

Nat followed me down the hall to my room, putting herself in front of me as I tried to change into my running gear. I had to get out of there. "You can't pretend this isn't happening Y/N. This is Bucky we're talking about. Your Bucky. You'll regret it if you don't tell him."

"Yeah, well I'll regret it a hell of a lot more if I do tell him and then lose him completely."

Nat grabbed my arms, stopping me in my tracks. She was one of my closest friends for a reason. She knew what made me tick, what scared me, what mattered the most to me. It's just not a risk I can take though.

"If you don't talk to him, all of this will get bottled up inside and it will ruin your friendship anyway. Y/N you need to get this out."

She was right. This was Nat. She was always right. My head and heart couldn't handle all of this new information. I didn't know how to deal with it, how to react.

So much for that epic romance I thought I was destined for. Looks like, for me, I'm only meant to be the friend, the side character in someone else's love story. I'm Eponine and not Cosette.

Deciding to lay off of me for the rest of the day, Nat rounded up Wanda and a few others and we headed out for a few drinks. Well, what started out as a few drinks anyway.

By the early morning I had at least 10 too many tequila shots in my bloodstream, partnered with a sore throat from overly emotional karaoke renditions of some of the best known heartbreak songs. I was a mess. A mess that could barely remember her own name.

"Are you drunk?" A random voice echoed through the hall as I stumbled around, trying and failing to get into what I hoped was my room at 2am.

"Why would you think that?" I replied to the swaying figure as they moved closer to steady my feet.

"Probably because you're trying to unlock your bedroom door with a lip stick. Plus the fact that the door doesn't have a lock on it anyway. What's up?"

Ignoring the nosy stranger, and giving up on getting into my room because the handle kept moving all over the place, I went in search of the nearest soft thing I could find to park myself on. Standing up was over rated anyway.

"You don't normally drink like this Princess," the randomer observed, leaning over me as I started making rug angels on the shag pile in the common room.

Why is this guy talking like he knows me? Who the hell does he think he is calling me that? "I've just got a lot on my mind. And don't Princess me. Only Bucky gets to call me that."

"Noted," the randomer laughed with a shake of the head, then joining me by laying at my side.

Staring at the ceiling as the silence engulfed us, I decided to confide in this handsome newbie. "If I tell you something, can you promise you won't tell anybody?"

"I promise," he responded without hesitation.

"I mean it, nobody can know. Especially Bucky. He can never find out." I pulled him into a sitting position and put my hands on either side of his face, trying to stress how important it was that he keeps this to himself. He really was pretty.

"I swear, Bucky will hear none of this from me."

"Ok. Here goes," I jumped up, frantic all of a sudden. "I want him to break up with his girlfriend, and it's seriously stressing me out."

"Why would you want him to do that? She's a nice girl isn't she?," pretty boy questioned in confusion, getting to his feet as well. Why did he care so much? Where the heck did he come from anyway? I swear, if this is one of Tony's robo experiments again I'm gonna flip.

"I'm sure they're perfect for each other," I groaned. "I just know that I don't want him with her. At first I had no idea why. He's one of my closest friends. I should want him to be happy right?"

"Of course," Mr Blue eyes confirmed with a furrowed brow and by gripping onto my now clammy hands.

"Then I started thinking about it. Why was I feeling like this? Why was it bothering me so much? I realised, it wasn't just this one girl I have a problem with. It's all girls. All except one."

"Who?"

"Me."

"Wait? What?" He bellowed, leaping backwards and pacing the floor. "You want m...I mean Bucky to go out with you?"

"Yeah. I mean, I think so."

"Y/N, you can't just come out with something like that and respond with I think so," he screeched out in loud exasperation, so much so that I burst into flood of tears.

"Why are you shouting at me?" This guy is such a meanie.

When he saw how upset I was he immediately calmed down, placing his palms on my face and wiping the salty drops away. "Y/N please don't cry. This is just a lot to process."

It took me a while to calm myself down, hiccups escaping my lips as the crying finally subsided. Slowly, the angel man, stranger, person, thing walked me over to the couch and sat us both down. His eyes were boring into me, beautiful azure pools that looked slightly familiar. Maybe it was those bath bombs Steve keeps buying from Lush. I don't know.

"Why do you even care about all this? It's not like you know him or something?" I enquired, now looking at anything other than in those beautiful bath fizzer eyes.

"Just try to explain to me what's going on in that crazy little head of yours," he pressed.

Oh well. I may as well carry on now I've started.

"I've been with the Avengers for a long time. They're my family, my home. And don't get me wrong, I know they care about me, love me even. It's just easy to be sidelined, you know? To become an after thought when you're part of something so big. Bucky changed that. When I met him, it was like everything shifted. He became the reason I smiled every day, why I looked forward to getting out of bed. For the first time in my life I felt like I was at the top of someone's priority list."

"So are all of these feelings because you think you're gonna lose that? You think you're gonna lose him? I swear to you it won't happen." If it only it were that easy.

"I wish it was that," the tears building up once more as I eventually decided to look at him properly. "It would make all of this way less complicated."

"What is it then?," he pressed in urgency.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm head over heels in love with the guy."

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