#yes there is a spot on my shirt and yes it is bugging the hell out of me now that I’ve noticed

[steviewashere]

My Boy

Rating: GeneralCW: Minor mention of homophobia/slur (not said)Pairings: Eddie Munson & Wayne Munson, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson (minor)Tags: Pre-Canon, Relationship Study, Gay Eddie Munson, Coming Out, Supportive Wayne Munson, Good Parent Wayne Munson, Ally Wayne Munson, Southern (adjacent) Wayne Munson, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Wayne Munson is a Sweetheart, Mentions of Eddie's Shitty Dad, Post Canon

Quick little thing here: crawdads are crayfish (I call 'em crawdaddies), jambalaya is a Louisiana dish containing rice meat and other fixings, skeeter is a mosquito, maw-maw is a grandmother, and lightning bugs are fireflies.

🏳️‍🌈—————🏳️‍🌈 Eddie has always been a whirlwind of movement and words and voices. Even in his most dire, most embarrassing, or even most depressing moments—he’s never been one to be unlike himself. He’s like an early morning Saturday cartoon come to life. Not a single moment in Wayne’s new life with this kid has been drought dry, silent, and still.

Tonight it is. Which is odd.

He made a damn good jambalaya tonight. Went out of his way to go a little bit outside of Hawkins. Picked up the juiciest looking pack of sausage he could find. Even bought a batch of fresh crawdads, none of that frozen crap. Spiced it with devil’s intuition and his maw-maw's guiding hands. And served it up all nice in his favorite deep bowls. Usually, the reaction to a part of Wayne’s soul, bared mixed up and spiced to the nine hells, is an excited little wiggle at the table, maybe some comment about how Eddie’s been having dreams about the dish for weeks, maybe even a good natured moan.

However, when Wayne sits his bottom down on one of the rickety dining chairs, Eddie’s stoic in his spot. Spoon fisted in hand, yes, like it always is. But he’s taking pathetic bites. The damned utensil’s not even full. Isn’t spilling over.

Wayne looks to him, then. Pinched eyebrows. Squinted eyes. A purse to his bottom lip. “What’s wrong with you, boy?” He eloquently asks. “Did a skeeter bite you on the bottom or somethin’? Eat up.”

Eddie’s eyes rocket up from his bowl. Big and brown, almost too big for his little face. He’s frowning down to Satan’s feet. Eyebrows, that are still growing in and too dark for his pale skin, bunched. He’s wearing an ill fitting Johnny Cash t-shirt that Wayne knows was stolen straight from his dresser drawers. It’s stretched around the collar, revealing Eddie’s scrawny shoulders and all the freckles he got from being kissed by the Tennessee sun as a little boy. There’s something about him, though. Sure, he’s a little boy—sort of. Fourteen years old and a hell of a lot taller than Wayne has seen for a boy his age. But his face reads maturity. Like he’s been drowned in it. Aged beyond his years. If the fear in his eyes has anything to say about it.

“Bubba,” Wayne sighs. “You been in my home for a little over a year now, what’s got you lookin’ at me like I’m huntin’ you down for sport? Like a damn deer, boy.”

“It’s nothing, Uncle Wayne.”

“It’s something if you ain’t eating you’re favorite dish I make.” Wayne sets his own spoon back down on the table. Leaning a bit on the surface, arms crossed and lax in front of him. He lowers his head to be eye-to-eye with Eddie. Murmurs, “You don’t gotta fear me, kiddo. What’s going on, Ed?”

He’s never seen a little boy take a grievance gulp. A swallow the size of a tennis ball. Out of his beer drinking buddies, sure. And the men he served alongside back in the seventies before he was honorably discharged. But a kid? No way.

“I—“ Eddie’s eyes prematurely fill with tears. And Wayne’s never been privy to something like this either. He’s a happy kid. A kid with a terrible upbringing, but that’s never stopped him from having fun and laughing loud and being a little bit too obnoxious. Wayne misses his kid. His stomach churns. “I kissed a boy today,” Eddie weakly mumbles. His throat is thick with tears and his tongue is three sizes too big for his mouth, but Wayne hears him clearly despite it all.

Wayne nods carefully. Small, but there. “Okay, Ed. You kissed a boy. That’s alright, Bubba. I ain’t mad. It ain’t my business to be mad,” he murmurs.

“Really?” Eddie’s voice squeaks. “You ain’t mad at me? Even though I—Daddy told me it was sinful. Told me that I—That I was going to—“

“Your daddy had his head up his own ass. And he hasn’t been inside a church since he was an awful little boy. God knows he needs to go,” Wayne is quick to reassure. “He ain’t got two words in your business, kid. Besides, you ain’t with your daddy anymore.”

Eddie nods. His eyes point down to his cooling jambalaya. He scoots his spoon around in the few straggler pieces of rice that fell from his utensil. “The boy called me a bad word. I won’t say it, but it felt bad when it left his mouth. Will it always…Will people always think of me like that?” His voice is small, unlike himself, too serious. It’s nearly lost in the wood of the table.

Wayne shrugs in response. Because he truly isn’t sure. “You think you’ll always kiss boys? It’s alright if you do, but is that…”

He nods again. Fast and so sure of himself. A part of Wayne is shining like a diamond at the confidence in this kid. “I liked it before he ran away. I want to do it again.”

“Okay, Ed. Then, you’ll do it again. And maybe it’ll be bad and maybe people will be mean. But you’ll always be Eddie. You ain’t got nothing on the other kids in the world, y’know that?” Eddie just shrugs. Wayne leans back in his chair and briefly looks out of the window above the table. At the warm lights filling the trailer park. The setting sun playing hide-and-seek beyond the homes here. He sighs carefully through his nose. “When you came ‘ere seekin’ a bed, I wasn’t too sure about this little arrangement. I knew you’d be a little rowdy. A lot of a stubborn ass, because you’re like your mama. And may she rest in peace, but she was always playing my temper like a damn fiddle.”

Eddie laughs warmly. Giggling enough to jolt his body into movement. Wayne smiles, still peering out the window.

He continues, “So I wasn’t too sure about you, at first. Knew that I loved you, that’s damn sure. Knew it the moment your daddy showed you to me. Cooing about your mama’s eyes and your curly hair and your ruddy little cheeks. When I got to hold ya for the first time, you latched onto my thumb and refused to let go. Thought I’d have to take ya home right then and there.” He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shakes his head in false disappointment. “Shame I couldn’t, tell you that. But look at cha now. Sitting here in my home, wearing my shirt—even though I told ya to quit that and ask me first—“

“Sorry, Wayne,” Eddie mutters.

“It’s alright, kiddo. I was just playin’ witcha. But you’re here now, that’s all that matters. You got warm food on the table. And you got your dragon game and your funny talkin’ books about elves and whatnot. You got enough energy to light every house in the world. How I ain’t worn out and completely bald yet, I ain’t sure, but I like what you got, kid. Moxie, I think that’s what it’s called.” He chuckles. Glows with pride as Eddie finally smiles, sticking it to his face and not letting it peel off. “But I love you, Ed. You’re my boy. I know damn and true that every part of you is good. You do as you please, but you be safe about it. There are risks. A conversation when we ain’t eating. But, you be Ed and I’ll be here.”

He leans back over the table, reaches out a hand and ruffles Eddie’s short tufts of curly hair. Eddie squawks. He tries to shimmy away, but gives up on it when he looks up to Wayne. Eyes alight with pride and giddiness. Something like contentment and comfort. There’s a flush to his cheeks from the laughter that spills out of him. Warm like the soft glow of lightning bugs. Wayne scoots his palm down the side of Eddie’s face and cups his palm. Cherishes the way Eddie leans into it.

“You promise me that, Ed? Promise you never change.”

“Promise, Wayne,” Eddie murmurs. “Now leave me alone with your sap, I’m hungry.” And he promptly scoops up too much to fit in his mouth. Shown in the way his shirt is stained with the droppings.

Wayne chuckles again and goes back to his food. The damn gall on this kid, he thinks.

——— And sure, over the years, Eddie makes some damn poor choices when it comes to messing around with boys. Forgets to check-in about when Wayne will be home from work, always loud and proud about who he is when Wayne wants to sleep for the next century. Sticks his tongue down throats for long enough that Wayne always worries that the other boy swallowed him up. But he’s still Eddie.

He’s still Eddie when he introduces Steve Harrington. Who’s on par with Wayne in a lot of ways. Loves to cook. Loves to watch football. Likes to take care of his car and the people around him. Is a little bitchy. Likes gossiping about the neighbors and getting on Eddie’s nerves. He’s perceptive about “his boy”—words straight from Steve’s mouth—and knows just how to take care of him.

A part of Wayne wonders what great force brought them together. Something to do with the age in their eyes and the scars on their sides and the jumps at flickering lights. But he won’t question it.

Because they got their boy.

And Eddie Munson is one hell of a spirit.

🏳️‍🌈—————🏳️‍🌈 Hope y'all enjoyed. I had an idea really late and just needed to write this really quick. Also, I'm so rusty on my Southern bullshit. I haven't been back in Louisiana in over a decade. But I did grow up with somebody Southern in my home, and admittedly have picked up the smallest twinge in my voice as well as the weirdest wordage, but whatever.

#stranger things #eddie munson #wayne munson #wayne munson & eddie munson #gay eddie munson #coming out #minor steddie #steddie

[s0lam33y]

Chapter 1: What are the Possibilities?

Summary: It’s your first day at Northwestern, despite the rocky morning, You and your roommate [riri] are off to a good start and and even better ending.

It wouldn’t let me tag anymore ppl for some reason. @xchoxix @6-noir @goldqueen12 @likemick @pocketsizedpanther @h34rtsformilli @writtenbymarie @jordisblogg @desswright29 @thtgirlllmona @euph0ricx0

Chapter 1: What are the Possibilities?

5:45 AM

You’ve never truly been a morning person. You wish you were but there’s nothing great about them. The eye crust, the bonnet on the floor, the lopsided hair, the drool on your pillow, and the alarm blaring in your ear. But today is different, you went to bed early last night after celebrating with Riri.

She’s lived with you for the past three months but she nearly feels like family to you probably because you’ve known each other since the last two years of medical school. She reminds you of a sister you never had growing up, always reminding you to study and bugging the shit out of you simultaneously.

Celebrating, meaning drinking beers and talking shit about your old medical school professors.

You feel a tug on your shirt as you turn around.

“Jesus, you look fucking rough.” Riri grins and you toss the pillow below your head at her. She stands to the side and stares back at you, a silk durag wrapped around her braids and her body drowning in a black hoodie to match.

“We got work in an hour, so get yo ass up.” She says again. You see the coffee cup in her hands and imagine having your own.

“Breakfast is ready, I gotta go take Roscoe the third out for a walk.” She reminds you. Her dog, she’s had the German Shepherd for a minute as far as you know and you can tell she cares but you don’t let it on your bed at all, let alone your room. You hear it’s paws against the hardwood floor and it’s heavy breathing as it enters your room.

“Riri, I don’t want it in my room.” You groan, shutting your eyes.

“Aight, my bad, Roscoe the Thir-“

“Do you have to call it that everytime?”

“First of all, Roscoe is a he…And that’s HIS name, get the hell up Y/N, I ain’t tryna be late.” She sasses before walking out. You watch the dog tilt it’s head before joining her out of your room.

You don’t bother making your bed as you get out of it. Your room is still pretty empty, just your bed on the side of it and boxes everywhere. You move one out of the way as you walk down the hallway and towards the kitchen.

You smell bacon, and something sweet like waffles or pancakes. When you make it downstairs, your plate is set on the counter and Riri’s is already in the sink.

She’s always been a good cook and other than the dog, you’ve gotten the perfect roommate. You’re sure she’s out walking Roscoe so you don’t look for her.

You scroll through your phone as you eat.

You reply to texts from your mother who’s wishing you good luck on your first day, and a couple friends from medical school.

You hear Riri’s voice before the door opens.

“Sharon, You’ll be aight, highschool is fun. I had fun-….yes the basketball team was fun, try out, you got the moves for it.” She says, entering the space. You’ve never seen her truly have a soft spot for anyone but her sister or mother , her voice is always softer, more caring.

Roscoe is out and he sits next to you as you hold the bacon to your mouth. You don’t even look at him and you look at Riri instead who ends her phone call with a bye and a low ‘love you.’

“You played ball?” You question as she approaches you, kneeling to removing the leash off of her dog.

“Yeah, for five years in highschool and for two years in college, point guard.” She says while standing across from you, still scrolling through her phone.

“Mhm, why’d you quit?”

“I picked medicine, after my dad died, I wanted to save lives so I dropped ball.” She says casually. You suddenly feel the greasy bacon slide down your throat. She looks up at you when the silence becomes deafening.

“Don’t make it a thing, Y/N, I ain’t mean it for no pity, I’m not offended, and if you thinking about apologizing, don’t. It’s the truth, I saw death and I wanted to learn how to prevent it.” She elaborates. You’ve known her for three years and had no idea she even lost a parent. You wouldn’t know unless she said something.

You hear a high-pitched whine and stare at big wide eyes.

“Boy, go sit, I ain’t giving you this bacon.” You murmur, watching the dog obey and sit eagerly. He actually listened. You cut a small piece off and chuck it into his mouth.

“Y/N! He can’t be eating that!”

…

6:20 AM

You and Riri have been assigned lockers right next to each other and you can’t wait to see your lab coats. The hospital is fucking huge and you can’t wait to get a full your from your attending. Riri grabs the baby blue scrubs in front of her and strips immediately.

“You already changing?” You question.

“Y/N, we gotta be ready, you should change too.”’ She advises. You choose to follow it, changing as well. When you’re both done, you run your finger over the embroidery of your name stitched to your white lab coat.

Most hospitals don’t do this for interns but luckily for you, Northwestern does. Riri closes her locker, pulling her box braids into a bun above her head.

“I guess we wait here.” She shrugs. You sit with her as other interns fill the room. Some are from

Prestigious medical schools, other from ones you’ve never heard of a day in your life. You and Riri remain close, listening to some conversation and tuning out others.

Everyone goes silent and you hear a sharp accented voice speak.

“I’m here to get my interns for the day, I need you to move fast, move slow and you will be left behind. Speak while I’m speaking and you can go home, try again another day. If you think you know something, no you don’t. Ask me a question after this week, everyone got it?” She asks. You can’t tell where she’s from but you can hear that she’s African. You can’t see her due to the sea of interns in front of you.

“When I call your names if you miss it, I will not be repeating myself…Adrien Johnson, Kiara Brooks, George Wilson, Liam Rodriguez, Sophia Porter, Y/N, L/N and Rianna Williams.” She says clearly. You and Riri squeeze your way through the crowd and finally see dark blue scrubs.

Shuri Udaku in the fucking flesh. You’ve read so many articles around her. She’s done so much, completely changed hospitals and medical care.

She’s pretty. Real Pretty. If you didn’t know any better you’d think she’s modeling those navy scrubs. Her name is etched on the lab coat.

‘Shuri Aja-Adanna Udaku.’

Tattoos cover her fingers and your sure they’re up her arm but they’re cut off by the scrubs. Her hair is shaved in an undercut and coils cover her forehead. Her hard eyes stare at yours.

“Staring problem?” She questions and Riri locks eyes with you, waiting for you to answer.

“I-“

“Don’t care, let’s go.” She interrupts.

She gives you all a quick tour of the hospital. You’ve never written so quickly before. She’s quick, stern and she’s assigned you all numbers since she doesn’t know your names.

Riri’s four and you’re two.

You, Dr. Udaku , Riri and the rest of the interns are all in the rather large elevator as she’s about to show you all the trauma bay. You’re sure that Riri’s excited and by the way she’s bouncing on her feet, she looks like a kid on Christmas.

One of the interns, who’s name you haven’t memorized yet speaks.

“Dr. Udaku, I love your work, I’ve seen so many article-“ He begins as her eyes cut over to his.

“I don’t care, I get my ass kissed everyday, I don’t care how many articles you’ve seen, I want to find out if you can do what I’ve done. If any of you have comments on my work, don’t mention it…It won’t get you further.” She says and coincidentally the elevator dings. She walks around the hospital like she owns it, and the surgeons around her know she owns the floor too. She ignores most greetings except for one.

A woman that’s around her height with light skin and long black hair that’s pulled back into a ponytail. Her tattoos are much more colorful that her counterpart, covering her neck and almost all of her arms.

“Wassup, A.J.” She smiles, smacking Dr. Udaku’s arm. She doesn’t have her lab coat on so all you see is her I.D and the first thing you notice is how pretty she looks in her photo. You’ve never seen anyone so photogenic.

Her name reads, Vivian Vision. Trauma Department.

“Hello… I’m working.” Dr. Udaku replies.

“I bet she’s scaring all of you, you’ll be fine, good luck on your first day.” She smiles warmly before a patient is rolled right next to all of you. She immediately begins to her to work, asking for stats and her voice fades as she follows the patients.

All of you watch in awe at the way she went from a simple conversation to beginning to save a life.

“The trauma bay can be very active especially in the mornings and at nights.” Shuri picks her lesson back up.

“That shit was so fuckin’ cool.” Riri sighs.

Yes it fucking was.

…

7: 49 AM

For your first day, you all get to watch a surgery with Dr. Udaku. She’s instructed You all to sit in the front, however she’s sitting right behind you. You see her in the reflection of the glass in front of you. Her legs are crossed, her chin resting in her hand and posture straight.

You force your eyes back on the surgery as she leans forward, placing her elbows on her knees. You can feel her eyes on you.

“Two.” She speaks as all the interns turn their head.

“Yes?” You respond. Riri sits next to you, her eyes glued to the surgery and doing her best not to pay attention to the conversation next to her.

“What’s this procedure called?” She asks. You had no idea what it was, she did it on purpose and you realized it now. But you can figure this out.

It’s Orthopedic. There’s a an incision over the thigh so that rules out anything in any other areas. It’s not a double hip replacement as there’s only one metal stem you notice the metal socket as well. You stare at instrument set, all of those are instruments for some kind of hip surgery.

“A total hip replacement.” You state.

“Yes it is, who’s the doctor?” She asks. She showed you all the board almost an hour again and you barely remember it.

She takes your silence as an incorrect answer.

“Anyone want to answer that?” Everyone is silent. You do your best to rack an image of the surgeon in your brain before Riri cuts in.

“Dr. Wyatt Wheatley.” Riri answers.

“Correct, I suggest you all pay attention in the near future, Dr. L/N And Dr. Williams, you will be on my first case next week.” She replies. You smile faintly and when you look into the glass, her eyes are trained on you.

Riri nudges you and whisper-yells.

“We in this shit..We already for first case.” She smiles. You smile back before the both of you look at the case in front of you.

…

1:00 PM.

You’ve been able to watch 2 surgeries today. They were both the same one and she questions everyone on it afterward. Everyone’s doing great but one person flakes. The same guy that tried to compliment her earlier.

His words get caught in his throat as you all sit in the O.R Gallery.

“You don’t seem very prepared, Dr. Johnson. Did you really go through four years or college and four years of medical school, just to flake?” She asks harshly and you feel hurt for him. He seems like the sensitive type and you sympathize with him. He’s a nervous wreck, similiar to the way you were back in College.

“N-no, sorry, can you repeat the question?”

“Why’re your apologizing?” She asks immediately. He rubs his palms on his scrubs as he meets her eyes.

“I-um-“

“Listen, Johnson. I need you to get some tough skin if you’re going to be working with me in the near future, I suggest you get off early to recollect yourself.” She suggests. He shakes his head before speaking.

“I can stay it’s f-fine.” He murmurs.

“Good.” She says briefly, almost like she was testing him.

..

3:53 PM

You all have a five minute break finally. You and Riri don’t click with any of the interns within your group, so you’ve founded a secluded hallway and managed to sit on an empty bed. She’s munching on some chips from the vending machine while you sip on some coke.

You’re both tired but neither of you have brought it up. Dr. Udaku is extremely strict and your brain has been moving too fast. She’s been testing everyone.

You’ve been awake for about 9 hours and you have 3

more to go.

“How you feeling?” You ask Riri. Her eyes drift slowly from her Chips to your face.

“It’s like God wanted to send the fuckin devil so he made her.” She scowls and you can’t help but laugh. She laughs quietly with you before speaking.

“She’s just so mean, what you think?” She asks. And a part of you finds it attractive. You’ve always liked both men and women and you’ve datee an equal amount but one thing you’ve always liked is someone that has their shit together.

She’s knowledgeable but not cocky. She knows her shit and she’s humble about it too. People gravitate towards her, it’s so fucking attractive and her tattoos and sharp jawline don’t help your case. And lord, her accent damn near makes your toes curl.

“Ion know she’s kinda fine.”

“See I knew you was gon’ say some wack ass shit.” Riri chuckles as she crumpled up her empty bag of chips.

“It’s true.” You shrug.

“Yeah, whatever, I get it.” She shrugs. You want to ask her who she thinks is attractive. You remember in medical school when Riri thought she might’ve like guys too but messed around with one one to realize she actually fucking hated it.

She kissed a friend while she was drunk and caught feelings quicker than she did with the guy she knew for a year.

That’s when she knew she only liked girls. You also know her type since you’ve known her for so long.

She doesn’t care for them being feminine or masculine since she’s a mix of both but she’s happened to date a mostly fems, mostly black women.

“Nobody here is pretty to you?”

“Vision, She coo’.” She shrugs. That’s Riri for ‘I’m trying to not make it a big deal but I really think she’s fine.’

You check your Apple Watch.

3:57 PM

looks like breaks over.

…

6:25 PM.

You feel gross now that you’re in your own clothes. Your team of interns is the first to be released and you watch Riri pull her sweatshirt over her body and slam her locker.

Eye bags are evident on her face and a small frown displays on her face as she grabs her car keys from her locker. She releases her hair from its bun and assess you, you’re still in the midst of changing.

“Meet me at the entrance in five, Y/N.” She rasps and yawning while walking past you. You’re the only one in the locker room and you’ve already changed into your flared leggings.

You remove your top, enjoying the fresh air on your skin. A knock forces you to turn around.

Dr. Udaku stands there, taking long strides before being an arms length away. You swear you see her eyes flash on the upper half of your body.

“Be early tomorrow, 7:20 instead of 8. I want you and Williams on rounds.” She speaks. Maybe your seeing things but the smallest smirk appears on that pretty face.

…

7:00 PM

Riri returns home from taking Roscoe out for a walk. She lays on the couch with him. You’ve both agreed to watch a movie together despite the exhaustion. You fill up your bowl of snacks and one for Riri as well.

“You want hot chips? You question, turning around when you’re met with silence. You find Riri knocked out, on her back and sprawled out on the couch, her arm and one leg hanging off of it.

You’re tired too. You walk towards her, grabbing the pillow against her side and placing it below her head. You cover her in a thick plush blanket that’s ended up on the floor (she probably kicked it off.) she luckily got her durag and bonnet on before knocking out. You turn the T.V off and watch Roscoe sleep on top of her feet. Sometimes you think the dog may be cute.

“Night’ Roscoe.” You say, petting the top of his head.

You turn all the lights off and make sure the door is locked and then go into your room. You still have so many boxes bur the first thing you do is fall straight into bed.

You get comfortable beneath the sheets and let sleep take over. Before you’re in too deep though, Dr. Udaku pops up in your brain. She’s so pretty. And you wonder if she has lean abs below those scrubs. Telling by those toned biceps, she just might.

You wonder where she’s from. You were going to ask till you remembered her no question statement earlier. Was she staring at you earlier? Maybe not? There’s no way, someone like her wouldn’t do anything that unprofessional like that. She’s too…harsh.

You’ll find out. Not tonight, but definitely someday.

#black panther #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri udaku x reader #teach me ss series #ss 🌿🌿

[ishouldbedoinghw]

You Can't Erase Me

One Piece fanfic, part 6

Previous parts are in my pinned masterlist.

A woman enslaved by the celestial dragons is found by a man with red hair. Angst and comedy ensues.

A/N: This story will follow the canon loosely; some events will stay the same, others will be edited for the plot. The timing of events will also be slightly edited from canon so that certain characters are included. The main character is an OC of mine and in her mid-20s. Yes this is important. Character design will likely come soon.

TW: slavery, human trafficking, discussion of trauma, general angst, mention of nudity but it isn't sexual, alcohol consumption, Shanks

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I'm not sure what color hair I have. At first I think it's pink, then red, then a purple. I can't help but feel as if I've seen the color somewhere, but I couldn't remember what it's called.

I lean in closer to the mirror, my nose almost brushing the cold surface. My skin is a dull shade of chestnut, and freckles are spattered over the bridge of my nose, which seemed a little too big for my face. My eyes are wide and sunken into my skull, the skin around them a dark purple. I couldn't decide whether or not I liked the color of my irises, the bright yellow-green reminding me of bugs.

I trace my fingers around my neck. It's paler than the rest of my skin, and rough to the touch. Every direction I twisted my head, it puckered and wrinkled, as if it was protesting against being stretched.

Seeing myself and knowing my name made me feel alive.

I was Jett. I was real.

Someone knocked on the door.

"Girlie, you done?" Hongo called.

I hurredly tugged on the blue shirt and baggy shorts Shanks had given me before pulling open the door. Hongo stood there with an older man with long gray hair pulled into a ponytail. Somehow he seemed taller than even Shanks, and he barely fit in the bathroom doorway.

"This is Benn Beckman, he'll bring you onto the deck if you want. Some jackass got himself stabbed in a bar, I'll change your bandage later." Hongo disappeared down the hallway, leaving me to hold onto Benn's outstretched arm.

"I'm assuming Shanks gave you that to wear," Benn remarked as he led me down the hall opposite the direction Hongo went.

"Um- yeah."

He chuckled. "I'll apologize for him, lass, because he probably won't."

I really hadn't thought about how the clothing looked, but when I peered down to study my shorts I grimaced - they were heinous.

"Don't sweat it, lass, we won't make you look like a Shanks clone for too long."

He paused in front of a door, turning to look down at me with his hand on the latch.

"Just a fair warning, some of the crew's back, and-"

The door was snatched open, and Benn moved his hand to grip the one I had curled around the crook of his elbow.

What was it with this crew and just barging in places?

A blonde, dark-skinned man wearing a headband that said 'YASOPP' was leaning against the now-open door. He didn't do much to block the sunlight pouring in, and I had to massage my temples and blink away the white spots dancing in my vision before I could even look outside.

"Damn, Benn got to the lovely gal first," the man, who presumably was the Yasopp Hongo often complained about, drawled. I almost laughed in his face, knowing damn well I looked like hell and not a touch "lovely."

"Don't be a nuisance, Yasopp," said Benn.

Yasopp clutched his chest dramatically and pretended to weep, throwing an arm over his face. "You wound me, Bennjamin. I'm nothing but kind and compassionate to you-"

"Shove that horseshit up someone else's ass," Benn grunted, "Preferably your own."

I couldn't help but giggle, catching the two men's attention. Benn sighed, rummaging for something in his coat pocket before leading me out the door.

The sea had to be the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

Benn led me over to the railing along the side of the ship, careful to keep me steady over any damp spots. Letting go of his arm, I leaned over the railing as far as my nerves would let me.

Light danced over the little chopping waves that pattered against the ship, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that almost hurt my eyes to look at. Bright turquoise faded into a deep sapphire as it stretched into the horizon. My vision blurred off into the distance, but the vast nothingness that laid before me was almost haunting. I wondered what it would be like to soar on wings above it, to feel lost in the sky surrounded by nothing but blue.

The gentle flick of a lighter drew my attention, and I turned to see Benn taking a long drag from a cigarette, the end burning a bright amber. He let out a heavy breath, smoke spilling from his lips. My eyes watered, a bit, and I struggled not to cough as I tried scooching away.

"Shit, sorry, lass," he says, his face turned in the opposite direction.

I faced the water again, squinting to see how far my vision could reach.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Benn grunts, a slight smile on his face. "It never seems to end."

"Has anyone seen all of it?"

If he's surprised by my question, he doesn't show it. "One man has, but that's a story Shanks knows more about than I do." He grimaces, then mutters, "Maybe you shouldn't ask him, he might gab on about the damn clown-"

"Benn, if you don't shut the fuck up right now, I'm going to shoot your kneecaps." Yasopp's voice was chilling compared to the easy tone he had earlier, and his expression was downright murderous.

"I guess Shanks is on his way back, then," said Benn, undisturbed. "Please never mention clowns or bugs around him, lass, you'd be signing us up for torture."

"A sick and unusual punishment, indeed," said Yasopp somberly.

Benn, having finished his cigarette, steps toward me. "Guess we'd better introduce you to some of the crew."

"Although I'm afraid you've already met the most handsome and awesome member," Yasopp cuts in, dramatically flexing his arms.

"Don't you have other shit to do?"

"Such a dirty mouth around a lady, Benn! I would never-" and he faded off, still babbling as he disappeared below deck.

Benn let out a sigh, rummaged in his pocket again, then paused before thinking better of it. "Alright, lass, in case no one's told you yet, welcome to the Red Force, ship of the Red-Haired pirates."

I almost pointed out that Shanks was the only one with red hair that I'd seen, but decided to keep my mouth shut.

More of the crew started appearing here and there, carrying various crates and bags of things, though I couldn't make my vision focus enough to see. I had to squint to make out some of the various crew members Benn started pointing out, but most of them seemed so happy to be introduced to me that I couldn't bring myself to say I couldn't see most of them from where we were.

What I was able to notice, however, was how odd some of their names were. Rockstar? Limejuice? Bonk Punch? Building Snake? What in the actual hell? Benn gave no indication that these were just nicknames, either, and didn't acknowledge how strange they sounded.

Another thing I noticed was how big everyone was. I thought Benn would be the tallest man I'd ever seen, but Building Snake - damn, it felt stupid to refer to anyone like that - was basically a giant. Despite everyone's daunting appearance, however, everyone seemed good-natured and cheerful - with the exception of Limejuice, who seemed more quiet and serious, though still polite.

Gab won me over almost immediately, with his sweet and bashful demeanor contrasting his fearsome appearance. As one of the few members I actually saw up close, I was able to see just how much he looked like a lion with his long, wild hair and sharp teeth. He didn't say much, but he did give me a timid smile before scurrying off, evidently not for conversation with strangers. I couldn't blame him. I was leaned over the railing again, watching the water as the sun started to dip when Hongo shouted for me.

"Jett! Let me change up your bandage before we eat." I didn't think I'd ever get tired of hearing other people say my name. It made me feel less like some poor, weak stray that had turned up and more like a person.

As soon as I was wrapped back up, my back stinging slightly, Hongo was pushing a cane in my hands, telling me I needed to start walking longer distances on my own. While it was exhausting, I had to admit it was liberating to be able to move around independently, with no grumpy pirate to lead me around.

I'd just made my way back out onto the deck when i heard a loud, sharp whoop. The men seemed unfazed by it, continuing to load up- whatever pirates loaded up. Food? Water? Weapons, maybe?

It wasn't until Shanks made it up onto the deck that I figured out who it was. I was right - Shanks was the only crew member with red hair, and I was able to decipher him from much farther away than the others. He was carrying something large and round on his shoulder, and as he drew closer, I could see the wide grin on his face.

"We're celebratin' tonight, boys, I got my hands on the good stuff!" he shouted, all but slamming down what looked to be a barrel from his shoulder to the floor.

"We've got a new crewmate to welcome!"

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It was the first time since arriving that I had eaten with the crew. We were all out on the deck stuffing ourselves, and I was still buzzing from what Shanks had said earlier.

Crewmate.

Did they like me that much? Everyone seemed so happy that I was here, it was unreal. They didn't even know who the hell I was- although I didn't exactly know that either.

All night, I'd received choruses of "Oi, lass," or "Aye, miss," or the occasional "Need more food, little lady?"

The last one tended to come from the ship's cook, Lucky Roux, who was about as wide as he was tall. He always seemed to be knawing on a meat rack, a wide smile across his face. Out of all the crewmates I'd met, he was the sweetest; though if he was a little more outgoing, Gab could certainly give him a run for his money. Roux also seemed hellbent on making my stomach explode; any time I finished something on my plate, we was shoveling me more.

Benn sat beside me, his manners probably as proper as any pirate's could be. Shanks sat opposite him, having finished eating a while ago and was continuously chugging a foul-smelling liquid that Hongo had forbidden from me. He'd said that it would react badly with the medicine I was on; he also looked like he'd murder everyone on the ship if I didn't listen to him.

It seemed like everyone was drinking the stuff - liquor, I thought, after watching Shanks's cheeks flush and and most of the crew get a little less precise with their movements. Benn and Hongo were the only ones aside from me staying sober, and I was grateful for it. Hongo was in and out, making sure I was eating the right things then disappearing back into the cabin.

"He's cleaning," Benn grunted, fiddling with an unlit cigarette.

"Honey?" Shanks piped in, "the man's obsessed, I swear."

"Someone's got to be clean on this ship, and I know it won't be you, Captain," Benn snapped.

"What's up your ass, Benn, you've been a dick all night," Shanks giggled, "oh my god, maybe it's dic-"

"He hasn't had his smokes today," Yasopp interrupted, swaying slightly with an arm around Lucky Roux's shoulders.

Benn just grunted, his hand twitching.

I thought back to earlier that day, when he'd looked so guilty at making me cough. Did he stop because of me?

"Um- Benn- if it's because of me," I hesitated before continuing, "I don't mind if you smoke."

Shanks gasped dramatically, saying, "She does speak-"

"Shut it, you arse. Don't be rude," Benn snapped. He turned to me, and in a gentler tone he said, "I'll be fine, lass, don't want to spoil your lungs."

"I'm not a child, Benn, I'll be fine if you go somewhere else to smoke," I blurted out before I could stop myself.

If I'd pissed him off, he didn't show it; he just squeezed my shoulder, muttered an "alright then," and walked off.

Shanks absolutely cackled at this interaction, having no shame in teasing his first mate. "Spooky, I wish you could see well enough to look at his face right now." Genuine tears rolled down his cheeks, and he sloppily wiped them away.

With the absence of Benn, Yasopp and Lucky Roux had fixed themselves around me, snickering at each other.

"So, Jett," Yasopp started, "how old are you, if you aren't a kid."

I had to think for a moment. In truth, I had no idea how I knew I wasn't a kid. How young did I think I kid was, anyway? Eighteen? Twenty? Was I older than that?

"I- I'm not sure," I admitted, and Yasopp stiffened a bit.

"Amnesia that bad, huh?" he jokes lamely.

"I WISH THAT I COULD WAKE UP WITH AMNESIA-" Shanks's singing was awful, and the crew seemed to share that opinion, Yasopp grimacing and Lucky Roux's smile faltering.

"Shanks-" someone started to say before I interrupted.

"You're going to make me more deaf than I already am." It was quiet, but Shanks caught it, and he guffawed before his face settled into a pout.

"I'll have you know I'm a terrific singer, Spooky, you lot just have no taste."

Yasopp scoffed, before covering it with a cough that made Roux chuckle.

"The lady's got a bit of a mouth on 'er, even if she is quiet," Yasopp slung an arm around me, his blonde dreads brushing my shoulder.

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The night wore on, and although I was exhausted, and Benn had suggested more than once that I should probably be asleep, I found myself captivated by how the crew interacted with each other. They laughed and joked around each other, and everyone was happy to be there. A few of them seemed to have partied to hard - Shanks being one of them - and were either vomiting into the ocean or passed out.

Somehow, Shanks's head had ended up in my lap, and Yasopp and Roux were sitting across from us. Benn was constantly smoking a small ways from us, something that worried me until Yasopp assured me it was completely normal "Benn behavior".

"Ssssshhhpooookyyyyyy," Shanks slurred from my lap, and I awkwardly patted his head.

"Hm?" I'd gotten more confident in my voice as the night had worn on, saying a few more words at a time, and responding more often.

"Benn said - hic - Benn said the shorts I gave you were uglyyyy," he whined.

"Well- I- yeah," I said, looking at the bright purple stripes that adorned said shorts. "But thanks for letting me wear them."

The redhead shifted to face me, grinning. "Don' worry Shpook, we'll get you some woman clothes sometime."

I hummed a minute, looking away from him.

"Shanks," I finally said, gazing out over the dark where the ocean should be.

"Hrrngh," he grunted.

"Why are you letting me stay here?"

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Shanks POV

I looked at her, but she wouldn't meet my eyes. I'd seen the look on her face countless times on countless faces. I tried moving to sit up, but glaring white spots danced over my vision, and my head spun. Fuck.

I was way too drunk for this.

The truth was that in the time she'd already been with us, no one had been able to find any record of her existence. No missing person reports, no recent kidnappings - nothing that suggested someone was looking for her. It was Benn that suggested she might've been gone long enough that people had stopped looking for her; and I had a terrible suspicion he was right. It wasn't uncommon for all records of a person who'd been sold as a slave to "mysteriously" disappear, but usually someone would get by with reporting them in the News Coo. Some of the crew, including myself and Benn, had looked through almost a year's worth of any news, reports, or even wanted posters.

Our girl was nowhere to be found. To make things worse, Hongo shared his fear that the amnesia she had could be permanent, even if her vision and hearing improve. So, she couldn't tell us herself.

Maybe I could get Mihawk to look at some Marine record or something.

I shoved those thoughts away. We'd keep looking, but at some point, we'd have to tell her. But for now, I'd do my best to keep her happy.

"Finder's keepers, Spooks," I said finally, pushing myself up and groaning.

She watched as I raised my bottle, and I could've sworn I saw her smile a little when I shouted, "A toast! To our newest crewmate and friend!"

Nothing but cheers erupted from the crew.

#one piece #red haired shanks #mihawk #mihawk x reader #slow burn #straw hat pirates #tw sex trafficking #red haired pirates #akagami no shanks #shanks

[artzychic27]

AU where Austin T is a cute alien creature who looks like his Love Bug form, and he crash lands on Earth, discovering the cutest boy and his name is Jean. He becomes Jean's protector and boyfriend.

Jean is just out in his balcony (Because let’s be for real, this boy for sure has a Juliet balcony connected to his bedroom) when he sees a strange shooting star in the sky and witnesses it crash in his backyard

And Dejah handles everything with his patented calmness

Dejah: WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT HAPPENED?! I WAS GONNA PAY A GUY TO BUILD A PATIO RIGHT THERE!

Jean heads outside and finds a pink meteor. Of course, he touches it becuase why not? And it cracks open to reveal probably the cutest person Jean has ever laid his eyes on

Love Bug: *Just standing there*

Jean: Hehehehe, pretty alien boy in my backyard.

Dejah: Damn, I guess we’re keeping him, then.

Like the simp he is, Jean doesn’t freak out, because, again, there’s a pretty alien boy in his backyard speaking in cute little chirps and purring

But, he does go into Pansexual Panic™️ when he kisses him out of nowhere and starts speaking French (Teen Titans reference, anyone?)

Dejah: … Screw this. Alien, or not. Where’s my shotgun?

He explains his situation- His planet was under siege, his parents sent him to the planet furthest away, he crash landed in their backyard, blah blah blah, and his name is Austin

Jean: Please, dad?

Dejah: Uh…

Jean: *Puppy eyes*

Dejah: Are you gonna feed and take care of him?

Jean: YES! I WILL! What do you eat?

Austin T: What’s known to your kind as compliments and affection.

Dejah: … Alright, looks like you’re staying.

Fortunately, people on Austin’s planet are able to shapeshift, so he can walk around the city without attracting any unwanted attention

Austin T: *In human form* What do you think?

Jean:

So, the next morning, Jean takes Austin for a walk around Paris just to show him around, and this doesn’t go unnoticed by his friends

Lacey: Jean Duparc, when did you go and find yourself this absolute cutie?!

Ismael: His hair looks so fluffy!

Marc: I kinda want to hug him. I don’t know why.

Denise: Guys, I’m not joking, there is just a sparkle filter around him.

Cosette: I’ll just say what we’re all thinking. He smells like cotton candy!

Simon: I don’t mean to overstep, but may I squish your face?

So, the Science Kids love Austin and adopt him on the spot

It’s not long before Dejah enrolls him into DuPont as an “exchange student” and he ends up in Mme. Mendeleiv’s class

Just when Jean thinks Austin can’t get any better, he lifts Louis up off the floor by the front of his shirt when he heckles Jean for one of their performances and threatens him

Aurore: I know I’m a lesbian… But that was fucking hot!

Another thing about Austin's species is they're known to imprint on those they feel a strong connection to. In Austin's case, Jean. When the person they've imprinted on gets threatened, they lash out and neutralize the threat. And he can feel any emotional distress coming from Jean

Anyway, one day during school, Austin temporarily shifts back into his normal form while in the locker room. Unfortunately, Kim walks in and yells, “AKUMA!”

Because he’s panicked, Austin can’t shapeshift back into his disguised form without shifting back, and when Ladybug and Chat Noir see that there is no Akuma, people will learn Austin’s an alien and he’ll be taken away

And Jean definitely can’t fake Austin being akumatized on his own so… He’s gotta tell his friends

Jean: Guys… Austin’s an alien.

Cosette: We know.

Jean: You knew?!

Simon: You think you were fooling us with that “exchange student” bit? Please, think better of us.

Lacey: Also, I saw his eyes turn pink.

Mireille: He purrs.

Marc: He doesn’t know what an apple is.

Zoé: He knows an awful lot about astronomy.

Aurore: He wasn’t sneaky with the shapeshifting, becuase he had two right hands.

Cosette: And he was clueless in biology class.

Marc: But, yeah, we’ll help you. I just hinted to Nathaniel that I’d like him to make me origami butterflies, one white and one purple.

Ismael: And I’ve got purple smoke bombs. Just give me the cue.

Denise: What about the Miracle Cure?

Ismael: Ah, I don’t know, just flip a few things over and then quickly put them back upright while the ladybugs are going around. I think we’re set.

It works!

Now there are more people who can create cover stories for Austin! And it comes in handy during that time of the month when adolescents on Austin’s planet turn into ravenous less-than-adorable versions of themselves and become very possessive of those they’ve imprinted on (Or go out seeking potential mates if they haven't imprinted yet)

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #Jean duparc #austin tomassian #answered ask #ask me stuff #mlb au

[averagejoesolomon]

It's heeeeere! This one surprised even me, so I hope you're ready! I'm so stoked to share 1986 with you all. If you're new here, you can read Full Circle from the beginning on Ao3. Enjoy!

Chapter Three

In the white-steepled churches of Nebraska, Hell is said to be fire, and brimstone, and torture. Nine layers of labyrinthine stone cast in a heat so demonic that even a soul can feel it. There are stories devoted to its wrath. Songs written about its misfortune. Matt’s childhood church, situated on the far edge of Hay Springs, has an entire window dedicated to the fall of Lucifer, wings burning as the angel descends from clean, uniform strands of blue to the chaotic, shattered shards of red. He always wondered what would happen if he reached out and touched the glass—if he would feel the fire in his fingertips. He’s never had the guts to try.

And anyway, Matt knows better now. Hell isn’t hot embers and smoldering chains. Hell is a two-cushion loveseat in a Russian safe house.

He blinks awake for the sixth time in five hours, his right foot on the verge of total numbness. Last time, it was his left hand and the time before that it was his entire right shoulder. It seems every part of his body is keen to fall deeply asleep before he gets the chance. In a halfhearted attempt to soothe the prickling static, he throws his leg over the arm of the loveseat and sinks back into his drowsiness.

When his entire calf begins to buzz in response, Matt reckons this is some sort of karmic payback—for what, he doesn’t know, though he’s surely tallied up some serious ill will over the past few years—and he finally surrenders. With a sigh, he rolls to his feet and convinces himself that five hours of sleep is enough to run an op on.

This is Moscow, after all, and mornings always come early in Moscow.

It helps when the crisp, smoky scent of bacon wafts through the room. Matt latches onto it like a hound on a rabbit, shaking feeling back into his foot as he lumbers through the predawn darkness. With as little noise as he can muster, he cracks open the door and slips into the low, golden light of the living room, careful not to cross into any of the shadows Rachel still sleeps through. 

“Morning, mate,” someone greets him. “You must be Matthew.”

Across the room, where carpet gives way to linoleum, a broad-shouldered brick of a man stands at the stove top. The glow of the range light outlines the stockiness of his silhouette as he scrapes a spatula against cast iron, dueling with the pops and sizzles of bacon fat. “Uh, yeah. Matt’s fine,” Matt mutters, softly shutting the door at his back. “You must be… the husband?”

At this, the man breaks out into a broad grin, as though the wind is at his back from here on out. It’s beyond endearing. “That I am, Matt,” he says. “Although most people call me Abe.”

Matt’s next words get caught up in a yawn. “Mighty nice to meet you, Abe,” he drawls, twisting sleep from his eye. “Don’t suppose you’ve got any coffee over there?”

“Tea?”

“Mm.”

Abe’s laugh, much like the rest of him, is a small but mighty sort of ordeal that’s perfectly suited to the ease of slow mornings. “Understood,” he says. “I did spot some grounds in one of these cabinets—ah, yes, the one with the map of the Moskva shoreline taped to it. How about I heat up another kettle and let you handle the rest?”

“Sounds awfully fair to me,” Matt agrees. “Thanks.”

“My pleasure.” Without breaking focus, Abe points the spatula toward the living room’s sole chair, just at Matt’s side. “Your bag, by the way. You’ll be happy to know it’s bug free.”

Sure enough, Matt’s backpack rests beside a lonely throw pillow. It looks pristine and untouched, but Matt knows better. Abe has been through every zipper, every pocket, every shirt, every sock, and every last bristle on Matt’s toothbrush. Probably for the best. A fella can never be too careful in Moscow.

“Thanks,” Matt says, grabbing the bag by its top and unzipping the main compartment. This early into an op, all of his clothes are still neatly folded and grouped by type, so it’s easy enough to rummage below his sole sweatshirt and slip into the concealed pocket sewn into the lining. The resulting device is no bigger than his palm, save the long rubberized antenna sticking from the top. He runs his thumbs against each ridged knob. Finds the hard plastic switch along the side. “D’you mind if I…?”

Abe eyes Matt just in time to see him gesture broadly toward the room. “Not at all,” Abe tells him. “Although you should know that I already swept the place last night. We’re clear.”

This is said with the sort of calm, reassuring tone that probably works wonders on assets and assailants alike, but it doesn’t do much to put Matt at ease. Not in Moscow. Not when he’s lost three guys in the last year, not when Langley won’t let him fly overseas without signing a half-dozen waivers, not when he’s only just learned Abe’s name. Rachel Cameron is one room over and Matt would prefer to live long enough to make things right with her.

“Sure,” he cautions, still sluggish from a night of sporadic sleep. “And I’m not looking to offend, but they do build bugs straight into the walls, here in Moscow.”

Abe nods, laying another few strips of bacon into his pan. “Yes, I’m aware.”

The part of Matt that was raised with Midwest politeness struggles against the part of him that’s trained to survive a volatile Russia. “Sometimes they’re remote activated,” he goes on, trying to keep his tone light. “And after your first sweep, once you’re sure you’ve got everything, they turn on a second batch.”

At Matt’s continued insistence, Abe finally glances up at Matt when he says, “Which is why I did another sweep this morning.”

This ain’t the first impression Matt likes to make, but he also can’t compromise like he’s used to. Instead, he holds his arms out to each side, trying to broker a little bit of peace on the subject. “It’s not you I don’t trust,” he promises. “It’s just the Soviets can be real bastards sometimes, is all.”

“Right.” Abe considers this and seems to take in Matt anew. Then, just as quickly, he drops his attention back down to breakfast. “Well, I’m told you’re the expert. Far be it from me to stop you. Do you want one piece of bacon or two?”

And that’s that. “Four, please,” says Matt. “If we can spare it.”

“Four it is,” Abe replies.

Matt’s stomach rumbles at the thought. “And eggs?”

“Of course,” says Abe. “I like to fry them in the leftover fat.”

“Good man.”

With breakfast on the horizon, they leave one another to work, descending into the sort of easy quiet that doesn’t feel like it needs filling. For his part, Matt searches the room the way he was taught, starting with the perimeter and spiraling inward. He has access to the kind of tech that Langley only spares for agents regularly posted in this part of the world—minimizing the risk of equipment being captured, reverse engineered, and shared among enemies—which might explain why he finds his first bug in five minutes flat. It’s a tricky one, tucked inside a hollowed door hinge, but it’s enough to keep Matt vigilant throughout the rest of his search. The scanner click, click, clicks in his hand as he goes. Goddamn Moscow.

He’s about halfway through his sweep, ruling out a potential false positive triggered by a wayward nail sunken into a crooked floorboard, when Grace makes her first appearance of the morning. She seems to have gotten no shortage of sleep, positively glowing as she joins Abe at the stove top with a soft, “Good morning, darling.”

He mutters his own sweet nothings in return, lends her a kiss on the cheek, and leans into the way her arms wrap around his waist. Something about the way they sway, and touch, and giggle sends a flush to Matt’s face. Even though he knows he ought to look away, he can’t seem to stop himself from stealing glances at their casual intimacy. The simplicity of her chin on his shoulder. The peace of his voice, kept low and rumbling so only she can truly hear. A calm and unbroken back-and-forth between two people who really, honestly love one another.

Matt turns his attention back toward the floorboards, lest his chest collapse under the weight of his own want.

He overturns every cushion, unscrews every light bulb, checks every outlet, and disassembles the entire phone, promising to piece it back together when he’s done. Meanwhile, Grace pours herself a cup of tea, props herself onto the countertop, and begins to debate the finer points of egg making with her husband. “Honestly, Abraham,” she says, taking a sip. “The yolks are meant to be runny.”

“That may be so, my love,” he allows, “but sometimes a yolk simply must be sacrificed for a crispy edge—I don’t make the rules.”

“Likely story,” she teases. Then, across the room, “What was that you said to me last night, Matt? The guy with the spatula makes all the rules?”

By now, Matt is standing on top of the dining table, combing through each component of the overhead lighting. He doesn’t break focus when he says, “Guy with the knife, I think is what I said.”

“Close enough,” Grace replies.

This prompts another one of Abe’s compact laughs. “Close enough,” he echoes, breaking away from a busy stove top to make a move toward Grace. “I ought to show you close enough.”

“I’d like to see you try—” But her words are interrupted by her own short squeaks as Abe pokes at her sides, her legs, and anywhere else that may cause her to squirm and smile.  “Oh, you absolute beast of a man,” she says through a laugh like sunshine. “You stop it, stop that right now.”

Abe obliges, but not without trading ticklish teasing for an eager and earnest kiss. Grace meets him with equal enthusiasm, leaning in without another word. Her arms fall loose along his shoulders while her legs wrap around his torso. With no end in sight, Matt glues his eyes to the light fixture, focusing hard on each individual piece needed to reconstruct it. It takes everything in him not to clear his throat, as he wonders whether or not this is how the third wheel on his Radio Flyer trike always felt.

Thankfully, Grace has the good sense to break away in the presence of company.  “You’re going to burn your eggs,” she tells Abe.

“Eggs?” Abe sounds like he’s never even heard of such a concept, still leaning in close to his beloved. “Who ever cared about eggs? Let them burn—let the whole world burn.”

“I would, darling,” she says. “Except I think Matt probably prefers his breakfast to be… well, eatable.”

Matt would do just about anything not to be included in this particular conversation, but this point does seem to slow Abe in his tracks. With a sigh, he gives up his hold on Grace and returns to the perfectly mundane task of frying eggs. “Yes, well,” he says. “You really ought to try sitting at the table, Matt, rather than standing on it. Really, breakfast will be ready shortly.”

Matt, glad to be back in more neutral conversational territory, screws the final piece back into the light fixture. “Just wrapping up,” he says. “Can never be too careful.”

“Even so,” Abe agrees, “nothing that can’t wait until after a good breakfast. Titanium locks, bullet-proof windows, sound-proof paneling in every wall—”

“Amen to that,” Grace chimes in, with a little more flirtation in her tone than Matt feels comfortable hearing.

“We’re safe for now,” Abe assures him. “So come make yourself some coffee while the kettle’s hot.”

Matt reckons they’re about as safe as mice running through a room full of spring traps, and it’s only going to take one wrong step to bring fury down upon their necks. Frankly, he’s a little concerned by the attitude in the room. He likes Abe. He likes Grace. He’d hate to see them end up dead before he really got to know them, so he channels the same energy Joe once gave him, when he needed a wake-up call of his own.

He climbs down to the ground, reaches into his pocket, and leaves six missed bugs at the center of the table. 

Their eyes both go wide, and they’re not smiling anymore. “Look,” says Matt. “I’m sure you’re excellent agents. Rachel knows how to pick‘em—except maybe myself, as the one notable exception. And I don’t mean to be a buzzkill, but this ain’t a usual romp through western Europe. This is Moscow. When the agencies send us in, they immediately assume we’re dead until proven otherwise. We’re not safe here, and we won’t be safe anywhere we go.”

The pair of them take on the same look Matt’s teammates used to when his mama scolded them for playing ball in the house. It sends his insides twisting, because he’s never been good at this kind of thing. Maybe that’s why he lets them off the hook so soon. “Good news for us, though,” he says, crossing into the kitchen. “Those bugs are long dead, which is why we didn’t catch them sooner. No signal. Must’ve fried up years ago, and the Soviets didn’t want to risk retrieving them. Probably out of date, too, so they won’t tell us much—my guess is mid-to-late sixties. Completely useless, and if I’m remembering the specs right, they wouldn’t be able to transmit through our jammers anyway.”

He rattles this off during a thoughtless coffee routine, moving through mugs, filters, and grounds. “As far as live bugs go, you’re right. We’re clear for now,” he goes on, reaching for the kettle. The water steams as he pours it over dark roast. “Well done on that, Abe.”

Abe plates the last of his eggs, a little more life in him now that Matt’s scorn has been met with renewed reassurance. “Thank you.”

Matt’s well within his wheelhouse now and can’t stop himself from rolling onward. “We should keep up with regular sweeps, in case of sleepers. And we’ll need to sweep again every time we leave and come back—there’s no telling who can get in while we’re away, I don’t care how secure Langley says we are. The pencil pushers in charge of  managing the safe houses aren’t the same people putting their ass on the line by staying in one, y’know?” Water trickles into his cup and it seems like a waste to get so little use out of these grounds. “And no matter how many times we sweep, don’t say anything you wouldn’t want to explain to a KGB agent after twelve-to-eighteen hours of torture—coffee for anyone else?”

He might be imagining the dumbfounded shock on Abe and Grace’s face, with the way they watch him, jaws dropped ever so slightly, as though they’re not quite sure if he’s some half-man-half-computer hybrid. It’s possible they just didn’t hear his call for coffee, but before he can offer again, a third voice answers. 

“I’ll have one.”

The thing about Rachel Cameron is that she never looks out of place in a room. This is different from Matt, who sinks into the crevices of a crowd to go unseen—Rachel doesn’t go unseen, and she never will. She’s a lot like Abby in that way, wrapped up in enough beauty and stature that it’s impossible to miss her presence. But while Abby is the white-hot crackle of static over a signal, Rachel is the low and even buzz. She is the steady constant that’s always supposed to be there, acting as she’s expected to act, being as she’s expected to be.

Even now, buried somewhere in the backmost forests of Russia, she looks well and truly in her element. Gone is the heiress he last saw, replaced with someone who has spent the last two years getting her hands dirty and isn’t afraid to show it. She’s a mix of denim, and flannel, and a good night’s sleep, leaning in the doorway with an eye toward the entire room. “Now you see why I looped in a specialist,” she says, working her way toward the table. “And a coffee aficionado.”

When Rachel sits, the entire room follows suit. Abe and Grace bring plates to the table and Matt makes quick work out of pouring a second cup of coffee, delivering it, and taking the seat at her side. “He’s clever, Rachel,” Grace comments. She finds a seat in Abe’s lap, ignoring the table’s fourth and final chair. Abe doesn’t seem to mind. “You didn’t say he was clever.”

Rachel blows ever so slightly at the steam of her mug. “Sure I did.”

Abe, who has already cut into his eggs with the side of his fork, shakes his head. “I distinctly remember you saying trustworthy,” he says, one cheek stuffed. Matt finds this tidbit to be awfully interesting. “Reliable and trustworthy—”

“And good in a crowd,” Grace adds. Even more interesting.

“Yes, good in a crowd, thank you love,” he says. Then, back to Rachel. “But you never warned us he’d be clever, too.”

Matt does his best to bite back a creeping grin, glancing up at Rachel. There’s no sign of a crack in her usual cool demeanor, save the slightest purse of pink lips, but she swiftly covers this with her first sip of coffee. Like a barn cat with eyes on a field mouse, he can’t resist pouncing on the moment. “Reliable and trustworthy, huh?”

Her eyes flit toward him. “Careful, Matthew.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He hides the rest of his smile behind a sip of his own coffee and by the time he turns back to Abe and Grace, he’s got his grin reigned in. “In Rachel’s defense, I’m only clever on occasion. Y’all happen to have met me in my area of expertise—I’ve been in and out of Moscow so many times, they ought to give me a key to the city.”

Grace rips off a bite of bacon. “I’m surprised Langley sends you over that often,” she says. “Six only sends in agents as a last resort.”

A twinge of something sharp and electric zips between Matt and Rachel, because they both know Grace is onto something. More often than not, Matt is in the Soviet Union on his own orders, not Langley’s, and that’s the kind of thing that has all the makings of their usual fights. Rather than work their way toward an argument so early in the morning, Matt shifts the subject. “MI6?” he asks. “I didn’t realize this was a joint mission.”

Grace shrugs. “More like a tag-along, really,” she says. “You lot are running this one—Six just wants to know what you find.”

“Grace is being humble,” Rachel cuts in, apparently satisfied to skirt around the frustration, same as Matt. “We worked an extraction job in France a couple years back, and you’d be hard pressed to find someone more knowledgeable about escape and evasion tactics.”

Matt digs into his breakfast. “Useful skill set to have in this part of the world.”

Rachel joins him. “When they told me to put a team together, she was one of the first on my list,” she goes on. “And lucky for us, she was able to open up her schedule.”

“Yes, well,” says Grace, “I do still owe you one after Paris, and anyway you’re much better company than some of the stiffs at Six. Acting all high and mighty with their Windsor knots and their posh boarding school backgrounds.”

Abe is gentle in her ear when he reminds her, “Darling, you have a posh boarding school background.”

“Yes, but I don’t go around acting like it, do I?”

“Certainly not, you’re perfect in every way.”

This is said with another one of their sickly sweet kisses, which prompts Matt to fixate on his eggs as though they are the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. When they carry on a little too long for comfort, Rachel steps in. “You’ll have to excuse these two,” she tells Matt. “They’re still in their honeymoon phase.”

Grace breaks free with a doting glance toward Rachel. “You can hardly blame us.”

“That’s sweet,” says Matt, and he means it. “How long have you been married?”

The two of them turn toward one another, mentally running through the numbers. Grace hangs from Abe’s shoulders. Abe’s hand rests along her leg. Finally, Abe replies with, “Oh, probably, sixteen hours, by this point?”

Matt, who made the mistake of sipping his coffee again, chokes on the answer. “Sixteen hours?” he repeats through a cough. “You’re not in the honeymoon phase—you’re on your honeymoon.”

“Why travel on your own dime when your agency will pay the airfare for you?” says Grace, downright logical about the whole thing. “And this will be better than sitting on some boring old beach anyway.”

Matt’s morning starts to make more sense, given the context, and he’s glad to have a reason for all of the extra love going around. He’s not quite sure how he would have handled it, if Grace and Abe were like this all the time. Honeymoon is fine. Honeymoon is good. “I suppose congratulations are in order.”

Grace waves a hand. “We left our congratulations back in London where they belong,” she says. “I’m far more interested to find out what I’m supposed to be doing in Moscow.”

The table turns toward Rachel, who sits completely at ease as she finishes her last bite of eggs. Once again, she looks perfectly positioned to rise to this moment, as though she knew the conversation would lead this way eventually and all she had to do was wait patiently for everyone else to catch up with her brain. Matt wonders how many times she’s had to wait for the rest of the world to rise to her level. He’s not sure a number that high can be counted. “We’re confident there are no bugs?”

“As confident as we can be,” Matt confirms. “And if we’re wrong, we’ll find out soon enough.”

Rachel doesn’t seem especially satisfied with this answer, but she must decide to contend with it, because she goes on with a strong and easy cadence. “Right,” she says. “The details are need-to-know, but long story short, my last op uncovered a possible exchange happening in the city tomorrow.”

It’s like a switch has flipped in the room, and he’s now sharing the table with entirely different people. 

Grace asks, “Two agents?”

Rachel answers, “As far as we know.”

Abe asks, “What agencies?”

Rachel answers, “Langley would very much like us to find that out.”

Grace asks, “What are they exchanging?”

Rachel answers, “Passports.”

Abe asks, “We’re in Moscow for a bunch of bloody passports?”

Rachel hesitates. The moment is brief, but Matt knows her well enough to spot it. He watches closely, looking for any of her usual tells. Chewing on her cheek. Jutting out her jaw. None of them come, which tells Matt that she’s trying very hard not to say something, and she’s trying even harder not to show it. 

“We have reason to believe,” she starts, “that hostile agents have intelligence about select US operatives. Aliases. Cover legends. Official cryptonyms. And we suspect that once they get their hands on the passports, they’ll be able to confirm the real identities of everyone on that list—walk back every mission they’ve taken part in, target their families, target their allies, target them.”

Rachel speaks like stone. Sits like glass. She divides her eye contact in perfect thirds across each of them, as though she’s counting the seconds. Rachel is strict and disciplined by nature, but she is never rigid. Not like this.

Abe doesn’t seem to notice. “So these aren’t fakes,” he clarifies. “These are real, genuine passports—name, picture, birth date.”

“Correct,” says Rachel.

“And we need to intercept them,” says Grace. “Before our hostiles blow the cover of every US operative they have access to.”

Rachel nods. “They get the passports, some of our best operatives die,” she confirms. “We get the passports, those operatives get to live another day.”

It’s a continuation of the same dangers he’s been hearing all summer—agents selling out other agents for hundreds of thousands of dollars. Stolen identities leading to the very real executions of significant allies and informants. Ten dead last summer. Plenty more missing. Now Rachel’s gone and pulled him into a Moscow op, and there’s no such thing as coincidence.

So Matt asks, “You said select US operatives?”

And Rachel answers, “Yes.”

Matt asks, “How select?”

Rachel answers, “We think it’s between six and ten passports.”

Matt asks, “Who are they targeting?”

Her eyes linger now, no longer bouncing evenly between everyone and landing firmly on Matt. Rachel’s out-of-character reluctance reads a lot like her in-character stubbornness, but somehow Matt can spot the subtle difference. She’s nervous, which ought to scare the shit out of everyone else at the table. She’s nervous, which ought to tell them all everything they need to know. 

Still, he needs her to say it. “Rachel,” he tries again. “Who are they tar—?”

“Soviet specialists.” It comes out fast. Cold. An icicle falling from a rooftop and shattering along the sidewalk. “US operatives with ties to the Soviet Union.”

Abe and Grace turn toward him, and suddenly everyone at the table is watching him like he’s a dead man walking. Logistically speaking, he doesn’t need to ask his next question. Everyone already knows the answer. But he still has to get it out, if only for the sake of his sanity. “Do they have my passport?”

Fire and brimstone have nothing on the look in Rachel Cameron’s eyes when she doesn’t seem to have an answer. “I don’t know… I tried to—” She takes a deep breath. Sets her jaw, the same way she always has. “I don’t know, Matthew.”

It’s his mama that comes to mind first. Then his pops. Joe, Joe, Joe. He’s always known the risks of this profession, but he’s always had a way of justifying them. Rationalizing them. Except now all he can picture is a Soviet bullet in his mama’s forehead and that’s a mighty hard image to wave away. Before he knows what he’s doing, he stands. Nods. “Excuse me.”

And then Matt bolts toward the sole bathroom, hunches over the toilet bowl, and hurls up all four pieces of bacon.

#Full Circle #Gallagher Girls #Ally Carter #Matthew Morgan #Rachel Morgan

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PART 21

-Baby boy Eddie feeling guilty :(

- "The fear of losing you pushed him to behave so horribly towards you" Aw! I don't want him to lose Y/N, they're so cute!

- "If Eddie wasn't in just his boxers and a shirt, he would've been less embarrassed" He slept in his underwear in Y/N's bed with her? AHHH how can I not ship them?

- "From teenage hell to adult hell" I love that phrase

- MECHANIC EDDIE??? YESSSSSSS! I LOVE HIM!!!

- "You make her happy" OMG! THAT'S SO SWEET! Even she loves Eddie!

- "My daughter is too young to have a baby" HAHA! I LOVE Y/N'S MOM! she thinks they're dating! Love her!

- The "Fuck. You look cute" he's the one!!!

- Braids in Eddie's hair, dark eye liner and him being dramatic because of the soap! I LOVE HIM! Like he's the best boy, EVER.

- "Eddie doesn't want you to do the same you did with Steve" Me neither girl. Eddie's a good guy!

- "You look at him from beneath your lashes, acting innocent, like you didn't straddle his waist to draw the lines on his eyelids last night" OH GOD! YESSSS!

- "The bug shirt that definitely belongs to him" AHHH LOVE THAT TOO!

- "Excuse me Miss, you don't happen to have the new Metallica album do you?" AHHH! HE VISITS Y/N AT WORK! HOW CUTE!!!!

- "Your eyes stop at his tattoos, as always" Yes, because he's HOT!

- "The hot secretary" I LOVE IT!

- "You're Wayne's boy" AWWW that's so cute!

- "You're the best Munson-don't tell Wayne I said that" AWWW! I LOVE THEM!

- "Not making out while you're on the clock young lady" I WISH IT WAS THAT!!!

- Eddie lying just to see Y/N! Aw! I love him!

- AHHHHHHHH! HE KNOWS! HE KNOWS SMTH WRONG WITH Y/N!!!

- They're in love with each other!

- OMG! ERICA! I love her, but she ruined the Eddie x Y/N moment :(

- Baby Sinclair!! Ha! He's so funny! I love him!

- Ah! He's trying to flirt with Y/N without his sailor hat!! HAHAHA

- "You're ready to set sail?" AH! I LOVE HIM! HE JUST SAYS ICONIC THINGS!

- The booty shorts part, another Steddie x Reader moment!

- "Using his thumb to get the ice cream off your lip" He could've kiss her! But this was sweet and cute!

- Jealous Steve? Maybe he could join Eddie and Reader and be a throuple...

- Steve's angry!!!

-Ah! He still wants Reader!!

- Eddie and Y/N laughing at Steve! Enemies to lovers! But, that was very laughable!

- It's giving Steddie!

- "Yeah, you love me though" WHAT??? AHHH! Poor Steve, he forgot that they're not bf and gf anymore!

- "A smile appears when you spot Eddie" that's so cute! They're so cute!

I really liked this episode, I hope to read more Eddie and Reader's mom talking about reader, and even Wayne and Reader talking about Eddie! The more I read the more it personally gives me the enemies to lovers Steddie x reader vibes! I love that!

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Thank you for the review! I'm so glad you liked this chapter!! 💕💕

Eddie definitely feels guilty for the way he acted towards her and they won't lose each other! I promise!

Literally everyone thinks that they're dating because of how close and affectionate they are with each other, plus, they're all over each other 24/7 😭

Steve's booty shorts will make another appearance soon! 😌

I love the idea of Steve and Eddie having an enemies to lovers thing, them trying to get along so they can both be with her? I love it

#andy’s asks

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Left your hometown for somewhere new (Don't be surprised now it's leaving you)- Chapter 2

Empty high street in pouring rain

It was strange for Tango, being back in his hometown. Not necessarily bad, not really good either, just strange. About as strange as the shoulder of the guy he fell asleep on.

A multi-chapter Team Rancher fic based around intertwined paths with bad timing, and losing what was once home.

[1] | ao3 link | beta-read by @bug-crimes

The sun shone differently here. 

That’s what Tango noticed first about being back in Dexuity. He walked out of the airport into a world so bright it was blinding for a second. 

Tango was used to the sun’s warmth encompassing him, surrounding him on all sides like he was submerged in it. It felt more like a beam hitting him directly in the back now, strong enough that had he not been a blazeborn he’d worry about getting burned.

It wasn’t bad, just. Different. Yeah, it was just different.

He decided to blame it on the sleep deprivation. He didn’t get a second of sleep on that plane, spending most of the flight in a state of vaguely uncomfortable fear, with his hair tucked into a heat-resistant hood so sudden turbulence didn’t set off any fear-induced flames.

He hopped on the bus, hoping he paid the bus driver two ones instead of two twenties or something. With two suitcases packed with everything to his name, Tango collapsed down in the first open seat he spotted, and hoped he could figure out what the hell to do next.

Back home to Dexuity. Never thought he’d be here again. 

He knew people here- well, he knew people here back when he was in high school, at least. Impulse moved away at some point. Zedaph? No, Zed had left to go to pursue some other science PhD, couldn’t be Zedaph. And after everything that happened he was definitely not talking to Skizz— it wouldn’t even matter if he was anyways, cause Skizz was back at college.

And just like that, the three people he knew in this town were off the list. Why did he even decide to come back to Dexuity anyways?

Maybe I could- no, well- hotel? Apartment? Room. His thoughts only became more and more jumbled as he felt the exhaustion crash over him. Just…stay…awake…five minutes-

And nothing.

At least for a second. A small bump jostled him awake, making him realize how awkwardly his glasses sat on his face; one side was pushed up while the other sank down. He blinked his eyes open and closed a couple of times, trying to process what was happening.

Bus. Hometown. Arm- arm???

He jolted up in a slight embarrassment fueled panic. “Aah- hi! Hi, sorry, I well- didn’t mean to fall asleep on ya there- I’m so sorry-“ Tango stammered out, looking up at the tall blonde avian next to him. 

The other man shook his head “No, no- you’re all good, I understand. Long flight?” he asked, looking towards Tango.

“How-“ Tango started to ask, adjusting his red-tinted glasses before looking back at his bags. “Oh. Guess that kinda gives it away.”

“Yeah,” the other man stated. Tango took a second to look him over, to get a general vibe for him, though not much stood out. Blue jeans and a patterned flannel over a plain white shirt, a beard and bright yellow wings, feathers tracing along his cheek and ears. “You new here, man?”

Tango didn’t fully hear or understand the other man for a moment “Huh?”

“Town. You new to Dexuity?”

“Oh- oh-“ Tango stammered, getting a little caught off-guard. “No but also yes, I grew up here but left for college a while ago. Weird to be back.”

The other man nodded. “Yeah, right, I get you. My name’s Jimmy, by the way, or you can call me Jim, Tim, Timmy, I dunno, I respond to anythin’ at this point.”

Tango looked down at the hand that Jimmy-Jim-Tim-Timmy offered, and shook it with one of his gloved hands. “Tango for me- just Tango, I don’t have a million other nicknames.”

Jimmy gave a small chuckle. “Yeah, that’s fair. Where you headin, Tango?”

Tango shrugged, glancing past the other man’s brown eyes, to give a slight look out the window. “Wish I knew.” Nothing outside looked too familiar to him. He vaguely remembers Skizz living in this area back in middle school—a couple streets down maybe, before Skizz’s family moved closer towards where he used to live.

“Yeah, I getcha. I’ll be honest, no real idea what I’m doing either.” His statement seemed so blank and yet it just left Tango more curious, wondering what kinda situation this stranger got into.

“‘Least I’m not the only clueless one here,” Tango joked. While he wanted to know what the other guy was on about, he wasn’t gonna pry too much, wasn’t his business.

There was a slight lull in the conversation, leaving Tango to wonder if he shouldn’t have said that. He was fairly good at speaking without fully registering as to how it’d come across, which got him into a number of sticky situations.

Thankfully Jimmy spoke up again. “So you went to highschool here, yeah? The Ranchers or-“

Tango chuckled, “Oh, Ranchers 100%. Never could trust one of those filthy Pillager folks,” he joked with a faked scoff, though in reality he couldn’t care less about highschool rivalries. He didn’t even care about them when he was in school. Tango barely was involved in any sort of school-spirit type things. He couldn’t even count the number of football games he attended on one hand as that’d require having zero fingers.

Jimmy nodded, “Oh, same here. I wonder if we ever crossed paths.”

“What class were you?” 

“2020.”

“Ah, 2018 here. That means uhh- I graduated when you were a sophomore? Is that math right?” Tango asked, scrunching up his eyes as he tried to do the calculations. He looked towards Jimmy expectantly, hoping Jimmy’s mental math skills were better than his.

Jimmy stared back at him blank-faced, and tilted his head a little in emphasis. “You think I know?”

So Jimmy’s math skills were not better than his. “Fair enough. We could’ve crossed paths, then, I think?”

Jimmy shrugged. “Maybe. Probably not, you seem like you were one of the cool kids. I was kind of awkward my first year or so. Y’know the EVO club?”

Tango wanted to laugh at the concept of him ever being cool in high school, but instead the statement about EVO caught his mind more. “Oh, so you were a nerd nerd.”

Jimmy threw his hands up in defense. “Hey, it was fun! It’s like Dungeons and Dragons but…less dungeons and less dragons, I guess,” he protested.

“So— just And?”

Jimmy blinked in confusion, and one of his feathered yellow ears gave a small twitch. “What?”

“Dungeons and dragons, but no dungeons or dragons so it’d just be And- it was a stupid joke anyways,” Tango went on, trying to dismiss the bad joke before the embarrassment caught up with him.

Jimmy’s face lit up- “Ohhh, I get it! I get it-“ he said, almost like he was congratulating himself for finally connecting the dots. “There’s just And— I get it!”

Tango felt a small sense of pride in someone finding amusement in a joke which would normally have earned him a groan from the other members of the BEST team. But just as the pride started to glow in his chest, discomfort set into the pit of his stomach at the thought of his former “friends.” He tried to push it out of his mind. “Where’s your stop?” he asked, trying to initiate some more conversation.

“Huh?”

…And Tango just remembered why asking where a stranger’s stop was could be creepy, “Oh, sorry, I- I didn’t mean for that to come across as stalker-ish, I’m not a stalker I promise,” Tango said, and he could feel his sentences getting worse and worse with every word—this is why he needed more sleep. Or maybe to shut up permanently. Whichever was easier.

“I honestly don’t even know where my stop is, I’m staying at a friend’s place but I’ll be entirely honest: don’t know where he lives,” Jimmy explained.

“Oh.” Tango responded, thinking for a second, “You could text him?” he suggested.

Jimmy hesitated, stammering through his sentences, “I mean- a- I could- but well- let’s just say- Phone dead. Yep, phone’s dead.”

Tango arched an eyebrow, realizing he may have met an even worse liar than he was. “Ohh-kay.”

Jimmy must have sensed his thinly-veiled doubt, “I’m serious! The battery life on these things suck.” He leaned back in his seat, and scrunched up his face for a second as he thought, “Or I just forgot to plug it in last night.”

“That’d do it. I’d offer my portable charger thingamajig- but I’m pretty sure I sucked all the life out of it on the flight.”

He smiled, “I appreciate the thought, Tango.”

“Anytime.” There was another small bout of silence as Tango tried to work up the confidence to suggest what he was thinking. He didn’t want Jimmy to think he was a creep or hitting on him or something, but he was starving after that hellish flight. “I mean, neither of us really know where we’re going anyways, do you uhh— wanna get some lunchy-lunch together?” he asked, “I don’t really remember any of the good places ‘round here.”

Tango was kind of lying; he was fairly certain that the Renchanting Diner was still open. He mainly just wanted an excuse for some company. Jimmy was nice, probably wasn’t gonna murder him which was always a plus, and he needed a friend around here. Win-win-win, and he’d get food too so add another win. Quadruple win. Always a fan of quadruple wins.

Jimmy’s face lit up, letting Tango know he was immediately on board. “Oh! Sure, that’d be lovely. Any preference on what?”

Tango grinned, “Nope! Just whatever’s good. I’m dying for a meal. They didn’t serve anything good on that flight.”

Jimmy thought for a second, looking into the distance as he did, one of his hands fidgeting slightly until the lightbulb went off, “I think I know a place near here, they’ve got real good burgers. Plus milkshakes, milkshakes are always a plus.”

“I like it! Can never go wrong with some good ol’ milkshake action.”

Jimmy gave a small chuckle towards Tango’s enthusiasm, which made Tango smile wider in response. The exhaustion that had pulled at him for hours on the flight, for weeks even before, felt like it was finally melting away.

The bus pulled to a stop, letting crowds of people hop on and off. “Next stop, Third Street,” read out the automated voice that Tango hadn’t heard in a few years.

“Oh! Perfect, the place I have in mind is close!” Jimmy explained excitedly.

“Can’t wait! I’m starving.”

//

Tango grinned, looking up at the LED sign reading out in cursive Renchanting Diner. “Oh, I loved this place back in high school.”

“Me too! My ex Scott and I used to come by here all the time, it’s a good place for when you want something that isn’t just fast food but also don’t feel like cooking,” Jimmy explained.

Tango looked at him a little confused, raising an eyebrow. Taking him to a place he and his ex used to go was- certainly some sort of message? He didn’t know what kind of message, but it was certainly one of them. He didn’t know how he felt about it in all honesty.

Jimmy must have seen the bewilderment on Tango’s face, “Oh, don’t worry, we broke up on good terms. Still friends. We were roommates for a while after actually, except well, he moved away a couple weeks ago.”

“Ah okay, I was- I honestly didn’t even know how to respond to that.”

The two started to move inside and look for an empty booth to slide into. The deep red vinyl seats and the slightly obnoxious medieval theme to the place hadn’t changed a bit. Except for another suit of armor in the corner, that one was new.

“Me and a couple friends used to come by here during high school a lot. Kinda became a tradition for us. Started whenever we got a win in the robotics competition, then just ended up as us going here whenever something good happened.” Tango slid into a booth by a window, where he could glance out at the street.

Jimmy chuckled, “Robotics? And you called me the nerd.”

“You’re a nerd-nerd, I was just a nerd. There’s a difference.” Tango corrected. “I was a normal nerd. You were the kinda nerd that would get shoved into lockers.”

“I didn’t even know there was a robotics club at Dexuity High.”

“Not anymore, it got shut down in our sophomore year due to lack of funding,” Tango explained. 

“Let me guess, the football team conveniently got new uniforms the same year?” Jimmy asked.

Tango laughed, “How did you know?” he responded, his voice laced with sarcasm.

A waiter came by, one with a very familiar blonde face and a green headband, “Hello, welcome to Renchanting, my name’s Martyn-” His voice cut off as he glanced up at Jimmy, “Oh, hi Timmy— and Tango?”

Tango gave a singular wave. “Hey Martyn! Been a while, hasn’t it? You still working here?” he asked, recalling the many times Martyn had served him and his friends during his senior year.

Martyn nodded. “Yep. Downsides of working at a family-owned place is that they’ve gotten attached to me, so they don’t just fire me for some reason. How have things been for you? I never expected to see you back here.”

Tango shrugged. “They’ve been going,” he said, hoping that the answer was vague enough that Martyn wouldn’t pry too hard.

He must have gotten the hint, as Martyn changed the topic, “Alright, I’ve seen both of you around here enough that I’m gonna assume you two don’t need menus? We haven’t added anything new in the past four years,” Martyn explained.

“Nope, I know my order by heart,” Jimmy started, “The Level 1 burger, no tomatoes, a side of fries, and one of the mending milkshakes—half mint, half chocolate.”

Tango felt his face scrunch up, “You’re willingly ordering mint? Who is this guy?” he asked judgmentally, looking at Jimmy and then back at Martyn.

Jimmy shrugged, “It’s good, I like the mint milkshakes here. Half-mint half-chocolate is the way to go.”

Tango shivered, making a small noise of disgust, “It tastes like toothpaste! Why would you drink toothpaste drink?”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re one of those guys.” Jimmy rolled his eyes.

“I am one of those guys! One of those guys with enough brain cells to dislike drinking toothpaste drink!” Tango responded.

“Y’know, all this tells me is you don’t brush your teeth nearly enough, if you think mint ice cream tastes like toothpaste.” Jimmy responded with a shrug, leaning back in his booth further. “It does not taste like toothpaste at all, the two are distinctly very different.”

“Minty is minty! And minty is bad!”

“Y’know, kinda with Jimmy on this one, it’s not bad,” Martyn intervened, but got talked over by Jimmy’s rebuttal.

“It’s good! Give it a chance, Tango.”

Tango shook his head, “I don’t think so. I’ll have the Fire Aspect burger with extra fries, and a milkshake as well. Not mint because I’m not a monster—how about Oreo? And a Dr. Pepper.”

Martyn scribbled things down on a notepad, “Alright! I’ll get those to you two shortly!”

Jimmy nodded politely then looked back at Tango, “You know what, you’re gonna try that milkshake and you’ll admit it’s not half-bad.”

Tango made a face. “And what’s in it for me?”

Jimmy frowned, trying to think of a benefit for Tango. He sat for a couple moments, thinking over options “If you try it and like it I’ll pay?”

“Deal,” Tango didn’t even hesitate. As much as mint-flavored things were an atrocity, free food was free food. 

The two sat at the table, chatting about random topics. Tango learned that Jimmy just got his associates degree at the community college, and once held a job at an aquarium. He also learned that Jimmy could name over thirty types of cod, that he once tried his hand at oceamancy in high school, and despite being a canary avian, never could quite get flying down. “Something about the size of my wings in proportion to my body mass,” he had said.

Tango told Jimmy some things about himself as well, how he spent the past four years studying redstone at one of the biggest tech schools in the country, (and that consuming redstone is a surprisingly common party drug, though it’s considered mostly safe,) that he was afraid of planes which made the flight back home a living hell. And at some unfortunate point, Tango had told Jimmy that his terrible mint-chocolate milkshake wasn’t half-bad.

“Awh, I knew you’d like it,” Jimmy boasted, grinning widely.

“I don’t like it, it’s just not the worst thing I’ve ever had. The chocolate takes away from the minty hell.” Tango protested, but there was no use denying when he stuck his straw back in for another sip. He eyed the check laying on the table, “You did promise to pay though.”

Jimmy nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I know,” he said, fumbling around for his wallet and pulling out twenty bucks in cash. A small keychain with a feather was attached to the wallet, as well as another chain that likely had some other charm on it. Martyn came by to collect the payment, and the two set off.

It was sprinkling lightly, so Tango pulled his hoodie up instinctually. “Great. Rain.”

“It’s not tha— oh. Yeah, I guess it is that bad for you.” Jimmy responded.

Tango sighed. Rain was a special kind of hell for him, leaving him to feel like he was slowly disintegrating. Even wearing long sleeves and a hood he could still feel the rain drench through his clothes.

Until he didn’t. He looked up and Jimmy was holding a wing out, sheltering him slightly. Jimmy didn’t mention it, so neither did Tango, instead simply smiling softly at the small act of kindness.

“But yeah, this was fun,” Jimmy stated, as the two walked towards the bus stop. Another bus was slowly pulling in, as the crowd who sat in wait piled on. “Not at all where I expected today to go, but it was fun.”

Tango grinned. “Super fun! You make good company,” he responded, careful not to leave the shelter of Jimmy’s wing until he got under the bus stop. “I guess I’ll see you around?”

Jimmy nodded. “Yeah, hope so—” He glanced back at him, then turned around to board the bus, “Seeya ‘round, Tango.”

“I’ll be here. Somewhere.”

The bus pulled away, leaving Tango stranded in his unfamiliar hometown, with rain starting to drizzle all around him. Any other situation it’d leave him feeling miserable, but something about that guy left Tango in a better mood than he had been in for a while. Jimmy was a good guy, Tango decided. Maybe the two could be friends.

 He pulled out his phone, starting to look up where the nearest and cheapest hotel was. His eyes darted over the messages app, before he realized.

Dammit.

He never got Jimmy’s number.

#double life smp #tangotek #solidaritygaming #team rancher #the fall of home AU #solidaritek #trafficshipping

[apnourry]

Virginia’s state flag is the best state flag you can’t change my mind

#hi #me #my face #yes there is a spot on my shirt and yes it is bugging the hell out of me now that I’ve noticed #cute girls #girls with tattoos #girls with glasses #girls who lift #we are done with day 3 of 4 of this little work weekend #thank GOD #happy weekend #penguin socks #wombats #my hair looks good #right now not necessarily in those first 2 pics #it’s time to get it done again #so uh #love me #i love yall #and I’m gonna sleep #bye loves #also I’m right about the flag #and I’ve been thinking about it for about 4 hours now #just virginia things #feel free to message me #selfie #low qual selfies #ok bye for real

[ticklepinions]

Anyways

This happened a couple of days ago.

So I'm hanging out with the friend who knows about the t-thing. So that day she must have had the tickle bug cause oh my lordt she could not stop tickling me bro.

My sides are killer. You can't even like tap them without my soul getting yeeted out each time. I often like yelp "gentle, gentle" as a way to get softer tickles (she doesn't tickle hard at all it's just that she does do things so quick my body just can't react lmfao.) And she responds with "I can't get any gentler than this" like fml

And she did this spiders crawling up my back thingy which felt nice but it tickled like hell yo.

Also there's this spot on the side of my knee that she absolutely loves to tickle and I'm like it doesn't even tickle while giggling my head off.

At one point she trapped my torso between her legs (her legs are stronk AF, and I lose the little strength I have when I'm being tickled). The way she used both hands too squeeze my ribs and sides 😩😩😩. Then she slipped her hand under my shirt to tickle my tummy and immediately I died. Anyways.

Now all of this is going on while we're having a conversation so its 100 times more flustering imo.

She also tells me to like pin my own arms like chill?!? She'd be like put your arms under you so you can't stop me and like booboo the mf fool I did.

SHE SAID. NOW LISTEN CAREFULLY. SHE SAID "you know what tickles me the most? It's when you know you can't move and you feel like you're trapped, thats when it tickles the most". So she holds my head to the side and starts whispering and blowing into my ears which makes me a laughing mess.

Most embarrassing part was when she took one of my arms hostage and was using one finger, yes one finger to wiggle under my arms. Like I couldn't move around much cause her legs were wrapped around my waist so ya boi was dying.

To top it all off later in the day she texted me "I had fun tickling you"

I am not okay

#twordpinion #storytime with onion

[sugarylawliet]

In Death Note, you know the part where the L placed spy cams everywhere within Yagami’s house?

What if Light and his girlfriend start doing the deeds to look like normal hormones teens?

YES OMG i’ve actually thought of this before so i’m so glad someone requested it LMFAO

> warnings: swearing, smut, degradation, sir kink, kind of exhibition??

  Light tossed his backpack onto his bed, loosening his red tie before collapsing onto the bed himself, letting his exhaustion express itself in the most natural way he thought possible. It’s hard to act natural when you’re being watched; you almost forget every aspect of your daily routine, putting excessive thought into typically mindless tasks like walking around your house or laying on your bed to the point of obviousness. 

“Light, wanna play video games?” Ryuk asked, standing before the boy.

Light fell back onto his bed, placing his hands behind his shoulders with a deep sigh. Closing his eyes, he prepared for the performance he’d have to put on. How could he ignore Ryuk without giving off reactions to the shinigami’s words, tilts of the head or instinctive hums of agreement that could incriminate himself in a matter of seconds.

“You listening? Hello?” 

Light only ignored him, grabbing a long beige coat from the closet before heading outside, Ryuk following close behind.

“Hey, Light, what’s with the brushing off? I’m starting to get annoyed.”

He popped his collar and rolled up his sleeves, checking meticulously for any bits of wire or chips of plastic that could be audio bugging him. 

“Light! Hey!” Ryuk wined.

“There might be secret hidden cameras around the house,” The brunette broke the silence, his voice in a slightly raspy lowered tone, almost a whisper, “Or microphones, probably both.” He explained, going on to detail his clever methods of finding out if someone had been in his room- or if someone had opened his door, at least.

“Let’s go on a camera hunt! You got a plan after that?” Ryuk asks.

“Simple, make it seem like I have no idea the cameras are even there, and that I’m just a normal teenager. I’ll probably need some excuse for why I have that paper and lead in my door, they’ll want to know why I don’t want anyone in my room, what I’m hiding, and if the footage reveals I’m hiding absolutely nothing, that’ll look even more suspicious. Every teenager has secrets.”

“So what’ll you do?”

“You’ll see.”

                               _______________________________

“This feels objectifying, Yagami.” 

You walk down the street leading to your boyfriend’s house, accompanied by the man himself as he explains his, quite frankly, pervy plan.

“Objectifying? We have sex all the time, Y/N.”

“Yeah, but nobody plans out when they’re gonna fuck. It’s just weird.”

“Hey,” Light stops walking, facing towards you as he gently lifts your chin with his thumb and index finger. The feeling made you melt, and he knew that very well. The way Light held your face and looked at you like you were the only thing on earth felt exhilarating, he could tell you anything in that position and you’d believe it. And that’s just what he does, constantly. “This is not an option, this isn’t personal business. This is about Kira. This is going to throw suspicion off me, okay? Do it. For me.”

You sighed deeply. He had you the moment he held your chin like that. “And there won’t be any explicit footage of us? There won’t be a camera like, right there?”

“I don’t know where all the cameras are, but there aren’t many like that in my room at all, we’ll be safe.” He lied, a practice that came so easily to him he no longer viewed it as morally wrong. It was just something he did, like going to school and eating dinner or doing homework, he also lied.

“Okay.” You agreed with a smile, prompting him to release his grasp on you and continue the walk home.

“I didn’t realize he went through such great lengths...might there be something in his room that he doesn’t want anyone to see?” Soichiro Yagami remarked, watching Light fiddle with the thin strip of paper in the doorway and the piece of lead in the hinges as you stood patiently behind him.

“Well, considering he’s 17, it isn’t all that unusual. I’ve done it myself, for no reason at all.” L responds, “I am a bit curious, though, as to what he’s hiding so admently.”

You enter Light’s bedroom with him, shutting the door behind you as you watch him toss his bag down besides his bed. 

“Y/N, are you scared of me?” He turns to face you.

“Hm? Why would I be.”

“L, the best detective in the world, thinks I’m Kira when I’m not.”

Oh, Light.

“He makes me out to be some kind of monster,” He continues, “I’m worried you’ll start to believe him.”

“I’m not scared.”

“Maybe you should be.”

“Huh?”

Before you could register his comment, Light lunges for you, tossing you onto his bed before tickling your stomach and sides.

‘L-Light! St-stop! Please!” You cried between giggles.

“Make me.”

Understanding, you connect your lips to his, causing his hands to rub up and down where he previously tickled you. You moaned into the kiss as Light pushed harder into it, his desperation showing. You wished he would take his time, but you knew the real reason you were here. His hands slid down to your lower half, pushing his hand inside your pants and rubbing your clit through your panties. You gasped, hand reaching up to grab his wrist reflexively. He let out a chuckle. 

Impatiently, he stood up straight, unbuttoning your pants before slipping them completely off along with your panties, leaving you in only your t-shirt on his bed.

“I figured,” L sighed, “You can close your eyes if you’d like, Yagami-san, but I’m afraid I need you here for legal purposes.”

Light crouched down onto the floor, lifting your legs to lay bent on his shoulders. Teasingly, he licked a line down your slit, earning a gasp from you. He straightened himself out again, moving towards your face. “L is watching,” He whispered, his hot breath on your ear, “Put on a show.” He smirked.

Watching? Had Light lied?

Light lowered himself back down to push his tongue inside you. His tongue wriggled around, exploring your walls with lust.

“Oh, Light” You moaned, slapping your hand over your mouth to muffle the sound. You knew L, you knew the whole task force for that matter. Your face flushed with embarrassment imagining any of them reviewing this footage and hearing your moans. Hell, Light’s dad worked with L, he could be watching for all you knew.

You jolted at the sudden sting of Light smacking your thigh with an open palm. “Don’t hold back, angel, and don’t cover your mouth. I want to hear all your pretty moans.” He said, removing himself from your core before pressing his lips almost to your ear again, lowering his voice to a whisper, “I want L to see how good I make you feel. Got it?”

You faintly nodded before he returned to your heat, dipping his tongue inside once again while his thumb felt your clit, rubbing it in circles. You knot your fingers through his brown hair, bringing his face closer to your pussy with a moan. He sped up his actions, practically abusing your clit while his tongue hit your g-spot, curling sightly upwords inside of you.

“Fuck, Light, I can’t, I’m gonna...”

With that, Light pulled away, leaving you edged and wanting more. You pouted, sticking your lip out with a whine. Light, having none of it, roughly raked his hand through your hair, forcing you up close to his face by your scalp. “You listen to me.” He growled, the heat of his breath warming your face, “No whining, and no disobeying. Got that?” He yanked your hair with the last syllable for emphasis. You let out a weak “Mhm.” 

He shoved you to the bed chest-first by your hair, never letting his fingers leave your locks. 

“Ass up.” He commanded, you obliged slowly, legs feeling a bit sore from him eating you out.

Hastily he unbuckled his belt before folding it in half, smacking your ass with it leaving a slight red mark. “When I tell you to do something, you do it quickly.”

“Yes Light.”

You yelped as he smacked you again with the belt in the same place, the stinging leaving your ass feel like it was burning. 

“Yes who?” He asked.

“Yes sir.”

“Atta girl.” He pushed his khakis fully down before aligning himself with your entrance, rubbing his head up and down your slit teasingly.

“Sir please...” You begged.

“Please what? Say it.”

“Please, please fuck me sir. I want your cock, please.” 

“Well, only since you asked so nicely.” Light slid himself into you with a groan. Slowly, he rocked himself into you. 

“F-faster, please sir. Faster.” You moaned, gripping onto the sheets.

Light obliged right away, almost as if he was waiting for you to ask for it. He quicked his speed, pounding into you mercilessly. He licked his lips, relishing in the loud slew of moans and curses spilling from your mouth as he fucked you.

“Look at you, you fucking slut. Begging for me to go faster. You’re so goddamn desperate for my cock, you dirty whore.”

You couldn’t help but moan at his words, though degrading, the fact that Light liked you at all made you feel worth something. Light Yagami, Kira, the god of the new world, liked you. Though you’d never admit it to the stubborn boy, he could say almost anything to you, about you, and you’d still love him.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so tight.” He knotted his fingers back into your hair for stability as he thrusted into you even faster, burying himself deep into you.

“Oh my god, fuck, Light- sir, it’s so good.” You cried, feeling your orgasm creeping up once again. “I’m gonna...”

“Do it, come for me angel.” He encouraged, bringing his free hand up to play with your clit. The stimulation sent you over the edge. “Oh fuck, oh my god, fuck you feel so good.” You came loudly, only a little before Light did as well.

L watched Light collapsed beside you on the bed, only the sound of your breathless pants escaping the monitor. “Uh, they’re done, Yagami-san. You can...open your eyes again. Honestly, this security footage may be useless now, at the very least we cannot bring it to court, considering your son and his girlfriend are both 17. Perhaps this was his plan along.”

“You’re saying this makes you more sure he’s Kira?!” Soichiro raised his voice.

“Well, it definitely raises my suspicions.”

Light finally stood up, tucking himself back into his jeans. Before you could pull your bottoms back up, he picked up your panties from the floor, playfully spinning them around his index finger. “You won’t be missing these, will you?” He asks sarcastically, tossing them into the drawer in his bedside table. 

“Ah, so that’s what he’s hiding. A valid excuse to not want family in your room but... unexpected, to say the least.” L remarked, still somehow watching the cameras.

#i feel like im bad at writing smut bye #consider this a present for light’s bday #light yagami x reader smut #light yagami x reader #death note #death note x reader #death note smut #L lawliet #light yagami

[pies-writes-and-more]

when you’re crying over something... somewhat silly

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Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Tsukishima Kei, & Kozume Kenma, all with a Fem!Reader

Warnings: subtle mentions in Iwaizumi’s that Y/N might be having her period, but fluff otherwise! Also, I very much so didn’t look over this much and kinda rushed the idea so I’m sorry for any inconsistencies or mistakes!

A/N: these are totally made up situations and definitely not situations based on me and my real life period moments when I cry at everything LOL (a nice thank you to my IRL boyfriend for putting up with my shenanigans haha). Also thank you @thisnoodlewritesao3​ for coming up with the idea for Kenma’s! I hope you all enjoy!

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Iwaizumi was going to kill Oikawa. He wasn’t sure how or why, but he got the sense that the tears in your eyes were because of that idiot. He had only just arrived at your place and you had seemed totally fine earlier when he called to make sure it was okay for him to swing by. So what had happened between then and now?

“Why’re you crying dear?” Iwaizumi’s voice was soft as he climbed into your bed with you, opening his arms and letting you crawl into his lap.

“C-Cause Oikawa and I were sending each other things through Instagram and he showed me this post that said that penguins mate for life. And the male will go around looking for the s-smoothest rock he can find to give to his mate so that they can make a nest together,” you hiccuped, inhaling shakily as you retold the not-so-sad fact.

Iwaizumi just stared at you. He didn’t want to be that guy but he knew the signs. You had specifically been craving your favourite chocolate bars this week and even snapped at him the other day for breathing too loud. You had complained yesterday about your shoulders and back hurting, even after he had helped rub out any tight spots.

He knew it didn’t matter whether you were having that or not, your feelings were all valid, but it definitely explained why you were crying like someone had just died.

“Isn’t that good?” He asked you finally, kissing your forehead gently as he wrapped his arms tighter around you.

You just nodded and sniffled in his arms, clutching his shirt, “Y-Yea.”

“So why are you crying, my love?” he asked with a soft chuckle and you looked up at him with a tearful smile.

“Cause... would you give me a pebble if we were penguins?” 

Iwaizumi couldn’t contain his laughter, pressing his head to yours as he hugged you even tighter, “I love you,” he finally said with a grin. “And yes, I’d give you a pebble.”

Your tears cleared up after his answer, smiling to yourself as you thought about you and Iwaizumi’s as penguins and building a nest together.

But it didn’t take long for your tears to start again when Iwaizumi picked up a nice smooth and pretty looking rock on your evening walk together and handed it to you, asking to be mates for life. He apologized profusely as you cried but you tried to insist that you were happy and held the little rock in your hands like it was the most precious thing in the world.

Tsukishima pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing as he closed his eyes in annoyance. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into you recently but he knew that him yelling at you was probably just going to make things worse.

Your sniffling only irked him more though. He hated knowing you were crying over something easily solvable but refused for it to be fixed.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you whined when he finally opened his eyes and give you a slight glare. “I just want snacks!” Your eyes were filled with tears as you hugged your knees to your chest, pouting to yourself on his bed.

“I told you, we can go get the snacks then. You just have to get out of bed,” Tsukishima told you for what felt like the 50th time.

You shook your head stubbornly, wiping your tears from your eyes quickly, “No! I don’t wanna leave! I’m comfy! If we leave, I have to come back and no longer be as comfy!”

Tsukishima breathed in slowly, trying to remember that he loved you and he had known you were going to be this difficult when he first asked you out. You were stubborn and stupid and annoying but he loved it and he found you oddly amusing. Except for right now maybe.

“Okay, so I’ll go get the snacks. Just let me get ready-” he stood up from the bed, already planning the mini trip in his head.

But your hand grabbed his and tugged him back on the bed, shaking your head yet again, “No! I don’t want you to leave!” You insisted, hugging his arm. “Don’t go!”

“How do you expect me to get you snacks without leaving, Y/N,” he groaned, flicking your head with his free hand. “You gotta pick. You either come with me and get snacks, let me go get the snacks, or live without snacks.”

You didn’t like either of these three options and just whimpered some incoherent noises, grabbing a pillow and stuffing your face into it with some more sounds.

Tsukishima sighed and glanced at his phone and the clock next to him. His fingers tapped lightly on the screen before pulling you close to him and curling up next to you in bed. “Come on, put on that dumb anime you like.”

You whined out some more noises, still upset there were no snacks for you to eat while the two of you hung out, but you complied and just watched your shows with Tsukishima. He was just glad he was able to distract you long enough while Akiteru ran to the store and got you the snacks you had been craving and brought them over.

You had only just stopped crying and probably forgotten about the snacks, when Akiteru came knocking with his arms filled with everything. You started crying almost immediately out of happiness and Tsukishima felt so embarrassed with how tightly you hugged him in front of his brother (though he likes making you happy, even if you’re happy while crying).

Kenma wasn’t sure what to do, finding you on the floor of your room in tears with your headphones in your hands.

“What’s wrong with them?” He asked you quietly, kinda annoyed that you had asked him to randomly come over tonight, but also still kinda happy to see you. 

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes, holding them up to him as he stood next to you, “It’s too loud.”

Kenma stared at you blankly for a moment, “Just turn down the headphone volume.”

“But then it’s too quiet!”

The boy wasn’t quite sure what you wanted him to do about this, and wondered why he had dragged himself out of a game just to see you. 

Right, I love her, he reminded himself with a sigh, plopping onto the floor next to you. “Why don’t you just play without headphones then?” He asked, glancing at the game that was currently paused on your tv screen.

“Cause I don’t wanna bug everyone else when it gets louder,” you pouted, curling up in a ball and hiding your face from him. “I’m sorry, Kenma, I didn’t mean to bring you here over something so stupid,” you mumbled, knowing that tonight, Kenma had wanted to try and finish the level on his game he had been stuck on for weeks now.

“It’s fine. If I didn’t want to see you, I wouldn’t have come,” he shrugged, reaching over and patting your head slightly. “Don’t cry though, it’s not worth your tears,” he insisted, going to your game options and changing the settings of how loud the game itself was. “Here.”

He moved to put your headphones back on your head, glancing at you every time he rearranged the settings to see if you liked it better or worse, “Is that okay?” He asked after a moment.

You nodded slowly, a bit embarrassed that you hadn’t thought about it. Kenma was sure to get annoyed with you if you kept pulling shit like this. He’d get bored with you like he did with games he had already played. 

“Can I play with you?” He asked suddenly, grabbing the second controller that was lying on a nearby table. 

You looked up at him in surprise, “You want to stay?”

He gave a small nod, eyes still fixated on the game on the screen, “I’ve never played this game with two players. Plus I’m already here and you’re the only person I like to play 2 player games with. Kuroo gets too loud and annoying,” he explained, already setting up the game even if you hadn’t officially said yes yet.

But the two of you got comfortable real quick, Kenma guiding you through all the cool easter egg parts of the game, a small smile on his face when he glanced down at you to see how intrigued you were by the game.

“I like playing with you,” he said after a moment, randomly.

You watched him with wide eyes, measuring the genuineness of his words by the expression on his face (though Kenma never seemed to say anything he didn’t mean). “I like playing with you too,” you whispered, tearing up again. Kenma quickly tried to distract you with the game as he noticed the tears, but soon realized that cuddles worked just as well. 

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[chocolatecakecas]

Quality Family Time: Baby Jack ficlet

for the bah discord besties<3

In Dean's humble opinion, the week was off to a pretty good start. Sunday, he and Cas took Jack to the library and let him go wild in the children's section, then let him run off his "excitement about literature" in the park, ending with lunch at their favorite diner, which is Dean's humble opinion qualifies as a pretty great Sunday afternoon. And then Sammy and Eileen finished up their hunt earlier than expected, and they even brought back Claire and Kaia as a surprise. Meaning they got to all have a much-needed family dinner, movie night, and catch up with the girls. And they decided to stay for a few days, which meant extra babysitters, which really meant, he and Cas could have their date night this week. And of course it also meant Dean had a few days to just hang out with his family, watch some movies, watch his kids bond, run some stupid errands, cook some big meals. 

Now it was Wednesday, and Dean was spending the day with Eileen and Jack, while the others opted to help Sam with the supply run. Eileen was getting a movie queued up for Jack's nap, while Dean got a start on some laundry.  

(read the rest under the cut)

He was currently running out to the garage to grab the blanket he keeps folded in Baby's trunk, smiling fondly at the memory of Monday's date night.  

So yeah as far as Wednesdays go, Dean was having a pretty good one.

At least, he was.

Dean's stomach dropped as he flicked the lights on, barely registering the clang of his keys hitting the floor, standing frozen in the doorway.  

He's hallucinating, he must be. There's absolutely no way that-

He squeezed his eyes shut, counting to ten while he tried to will away the hallucination with his mind. But unfortunately for Dean, he didn't have that kind of mind power, because that thing was still sitting there when he opened his eyes.

Fuck.

Forcing his feet to move, Dean stepped further into the garage, reaching out a shaking hand as he inched forward. 

He'll just touch it and his hand will go through it, and he can blame this hallucination on that questionable burger he ate at some local joint they all went to last night. It'll be fi-

Dean's blood turned to ice as his hand connected with cool metal. He quickly jumped back in shock, jaw hitting the floor.

Because last time he checked, Dean didn't leave an 18 foot long Lightning McQueen sitting in his beloved Baby's parking spot. 

He tried to speak but all that came out was an incoherent squeak, as he raced around the car inspecting every inch of it.

He couldn't get any of the doors open or the hood for that matter, but as far as he could tell it seemed to be a real car, despite being a cartoon look-a-like. 

Well, at least it wasn't talking. 

"Ka-chow"

Dean slumped over onto the roof of the car, banging his head, fists following in defeat.

Because there was a Lightning McQueen look-a-like with a toy voice box, parked in the garage of their super top-secret underground Bunker, in place of one of his most prized possessions. 

Maybe he spoke too soon about having a pretty good Wednesday. 

Why is this happening? How did this thing get in here? Where is his Baby? Is she alright? Can he even get her back? How the hell did this ev-

Son of a bitch. 

"Jack!" Dean called, voice coming out more strangled than he'd care to admit. 

Of course. Cars had become Jack's new obsession over the past week, they first watched it on Friday night and he's insisted on watching it at least once a day ever since. 

Dean groaned scrubbing his hands down his face. There's truly never a dull moment with a half-Nephilim toddler. 

Jack probably didn't even realize what happened. Sometimes his powers react before his mind can catch up with them, like when he subconsciously made all of his toys come to life after Toy Story became his favorite movie. The kid probably didn't even know about the Cars wannabe parked in the garage, besides his kid would never tamper with Bab-

"Dee! You found Lightning!" 

Dean's jaw once again found its way back down to the floor. His own kid.

He turned to see his four-year-old come bounding into the garage, practically bursting with joy.

"What the hell"

Dean tore his gaze away from Jack to see Eileen frozen in the doorway, who's jaw also joined Dean's on the floor. 

"Look see it's just like Lightning, Dee!" Jack cheered as he ran over to check out the car, regaining Dean's attention.

"Uh...ye-yeah buddy. I-I can see that bu-" Dean began sounding pained, only to be cut off by Jack.

"It's a real car, Dee. You can drive it! And look I gots all the stickers on it too"

"Yeah kiddo, bu-"

"And it can talk too! It says all of Lightning's things! Do you like it Dee? Where you surprised?" Jack asked as he wrapped himself around Dean's legs, smiling up at him without a care in the world.

Dean still mostly in shock, glanced up at Eileen who looked to be in the same boat, except she was holding back barely contained laughter. 

Great no help from his best friend, traitor. So Dean shakily knelt down placing his hands on Jack's shoulders.

"Listen, Squirt. I was definitely surprised. But yo-"

"Oh my god"

Dean's head jerked up to see Sam, Cas, Claire, and Kaia now standing with Eileen in the doorway, dropped grocery bags spilling out onto the floor. All of them too stunned to move, except for Cas who luckily must have noticed the distress in Dean's eyes.

"Jack, Baby. What is this?" Cas asked, quickly making his way over to them, quickly kneeling down beside Dean.

"I made Baby into Lightning! Ta da!"

"Wait, that thing is my Baby?" Dean asked voice cracking. 

And of course, that's what did it.

Sam doubled over in laughter, Eileen, Claire, and Kaia quickly following, and Cas was beside him, clearly trying to conceal his laughter.

"God this is the best thing I've ever seen" Sam wheezed in the background, and if Dean weren't still reeling he'd walk right over and punch him. 

Cas placed a grounding hand on Dean's shoulder, all while trying to bite back his smile. Well, Dean appreciated the gesture, at least he was trying to be considerate, unlike some people he knew.

"Bug, do you remember what Daddy and I told you about using your powers?" Cas begins, trying and failing to sound stern.

"That I can't make my toys be alive! And I didn't Baby isn't alive, and she's not even a toy!" Jack explains with a smile. 

"Yea-yeah Squirt, but the second part of that little talk was that you shouldn't use your powers unless you ask Daddy, or me, or Uncle Sammy or Aunt Eileen, remember?" Dean supplied after he finally got his gears spinning again.

"Ooooohhh. Oops, sorry!"Jack shrugs and he even had half a mind to at least look a little bit sorry, but it's drowned out by another fresh wave of laughter.

"I'm so glad we decided to stay longer, does stuff like this happen all the time?" Kaia laughed behind him, as Claire wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Oh I'm so glad my distress is amusing to all of you!" Dean shot back, voice still a little unsteady, which only caused them to laugh harder. Cas met his eyes, as he squeezed his shoulder, scooting closer.

"Squirt it's okay, just uh don't do it again....now where exactly is the real Baby?" Dean asked cutting right to the chase, not missing the look Cas gave him for glossing over the whole "don't use your powers without asking" lesson.

But there was time for that later, because right now his Baby was currently a firetruck red cartoon racecar with eyes.

"That is Baby. I just made her look like that, it's her. See!" Jack explained jumping up and dragging Dean over. Everyone else followed suit, Sam giving him a shit eating grin as he handed Dean the discarded keys.

To Dean's surprise, the key unlocked the car just like baby, and the interior looked exactly the same.

"Wow kid, this is honestly pretty cool" Claire complimented with a low whistle, which earned her a death glare from Dean, only making her laugh harder.

Unbelievable. All of his kids have it out for his car today.

Dean heaved a sigh as he watched his family examine every inch of the car, not bothering to hold back their laughter at this point.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing we didn't watch How to Train Your Dragon" Cas quipped wrapping Dean in his arms as he pressed a quick kiss to his lips. Dean flopped over and laid his forehead on Cas's shoulder, letting a soft laugh escape.

"Yeah well, at least my car wouldn't have been caught in the crossfire" Dean groaned back, feeling Cas' laugh rumble in his chest.

"Yes I know this is a tragedy, clearly the real live dragons would have caused less damage-well less emotional damage anyway"

"Woah, look at that, he's got jokes. Alright everyone step away from the racecar" Dean smirked, yelling that last bit as he pushed away from Cas' chest. He made his way over to Jack who was currently in the driver's seat (keys nowhere near the ignition of course), showing everyone how the horn says McQueen catchphrases now.

"Alright Houdini, while the Lightning McQueen trick was very cool, and we've reminded you that we don't use powers unless we ask. It's time to turn him back into Baby, capiche?" Dean said in the most no-nonsense tone he could manage as he kneelt down to Jack's level.

And of course Dean's very logical, very simple, very warranted request resulted in an uproar from his family.

"Wait you aren't even gonna take it for a spin?"

"You've literally got thee Lightning McQueen sitting in your garage"

"Dean c'mon one dri-"

"Nope. Not happening. Now way am I driving that thing" Dean cut in, flinging his arms out for emphasis and effectively silencing the traitor-his family.

Then he felt a little tug on his shirt.

"Please Dee? One time, then I change Baby back?" Jack asked with his best puppy dog eyes, and Dean quickly made a mental note to kick Sam's ass for teaching him that.

And as he slowly tilted his head back up, he was met with four pleading faces, all hovering around the car He desperately turned his gaze towards Cas knowing he'd be the voice of reason, he'd neve-

"Well, it would be a waste not to take the car for at least one ride" Cas shrugged almost sheepishly, barely hiding his grin. Dean stared back into his eyes trying to will him to change his mind, but he knew it was pointless.

Dean sighed his defeat, running a hand down his face. Damnit

"Fine, one drive-and I mean one. Twenty minutes tops" He shouted, throwing his hands in air in exasperation as everyone cheered.

And when Dean found himself driving back to the bunker four hours later, he and failed tried to hid his smile. He glanced in the mirror at Claire and Jack passed out, while Kaia and Sam held a whispered conversation in the magically (which Jack may or may not have had a hand in) stretched out backseat. Eileen turned in the front seat joining the conversation, as Cas sat in the middle, pressed up against Dean.

Cas gave his hand a squeezing, shooting him a knowing smile, which only earned a nudge from Dean.

So yeah, maybe Dean did almost have a heart attack earlier in the day. And maybe he did have to let a bunch of annoying people in the next town over pose for pictures with the car when they stopped for dinner. And maybe the horn said "Ka-chow" and "I am speed". And maybe the drive was more than twenty minutes. But in Dean's humble opinion, it was still a pretty good Wednesday after all.

Lightning McQueen be damned.

Tag list pt 1:

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#a very normal fic. nothing weird here at all #very normal<3 #i actually think im really funny #im fine<33333 #nothing strange. just baby jack and a fambly #bec writes #baby jack truthing #destiel fic #destiel #plantdadcas #dean winchester #seraphcastiel #rambleoncas #userzaddy #uservilma

[trashcanfanfics]

So that val x virgin reader was really good! As like almost a opposite of that could you do a really stressed Valentino coming home to his (afab) s.o and they take care of him sexually? I know you said your not the best but imo your one of the best smut writers I've seen!! Thank youuu!!

Listen, it takes me forever to write smut because I want it to sound believeable, so hearing that my efforts are appreciated is incredible, so thank you!!

Valentino has been coming home more and more stressed lately. You don't know why but you've decided to do something about it. A whole night planned to get him relaxed and show him how much you love him. You made his favorite dinner, paired with the perfect wine, scented candles of his favorite smell vanilla and patchouli, dimmed the lights, picked out some bath bombs and set out the body oils in the bedroom for sensual love making thinly disguised as a massage. Now all you had to do was wait for him, which didn't take too long after you set the table and switch on some smooth jazz.

Val entered the house with a sigh. You went around the corner to greet him, watching the way he slid off his coat. He was tired, that made your heart ache. You vowed to not initiate sex tonight unless he wanted to. If he was too tired, you wouldn't even try to convince him otherwise.

"Hey, babe, how was your day?" You looked up to him as he hung up his coat and set his cane in the holder. He turned to you and gave a small smile and, though he didn't have pupils, you could tell his eyes were checking you out. You had dressed up a little, just a nice button down and some dark jeans, business casual.

"Mm, fine, is there a reason you dressed up?" He stepped towards you, his smile widening as he put his lower set of arms around you, the other two patting down your hair before resting to hold your face. "I don't think it's an anniversary."

"It's not, I just want to spoil you tonight." You smiled back up to him and pulled out of his arms before grabbing his lower right and tugging him to the dining area. His eyes widened as he saw what you had spent all day on. "Ta da!" You saw his eyes soften before he looked back at you.

"This for me?" His smile was full of adoration and warmth. You nodded and tugged him to his chair, pulling it out for him then pushing it back in as he sat. "Such a gentleperson." He chuckled as you went to your own seat.

"I've noticed how stressed you've been lately, so I prepared a night of good food and relaxation." You looked up to his eyes and gave him your sweetest smile. He thanked you sincerely and dug into the meal. A moan escaped him as he tasted your cooking. You hoped that wouldn't be the last you pulled from him this evening.

~*~

"That was delicious, precious. Thank you." Val leaned back into his seat with a sigh. You giggled and stood up.

"That's not all on tonight's itinerary." You went over to him and held out your hand for his. "Come on, my love." He took your hand and followed you to the master bathroom. You turned on the water, plugged it when the water was warm enough.

"Will you be joining in this bath, sweetheart?" His hands trailed up your sides and to your shoulders. You hummed and shook your head as you stopped the water and plopped in a lavender and rosewood bath bomb. His disappointment was palpable.

"It'd be hard for me to massage your shoulders from inside the tub." You turned to him. "I can help you get undressed, though." He perked up and gave you a sultry smile. You understood that as a yes and went to work on unbuttoning his pants while he made quick work of his vest and shirt. Val kicked off his shoes then let you pull down his pants and boxers before he stepped out of them. You slipped off his socks and stood up, placing a tender kiss to his thigh before looking him in the eye. He caressed your face and setpped into the tub.

"You're too good to me, Y/n." He slid down into the tub and sighed happily. You were quick to grab the stool you set aside for this purpose and sit, beginning the promised massage. He groaned as you rubbed and kneaded out the knots that built up. His head leaned back to rest on your chest. You began to hum softly, a soothing love song to further relax your bug lover. Happiness bubbled up in your chest at the fact that you can help him in times like these.

~*~

The tub drained and Val in a robe, you lead him into the room where he can finally see the oils you lined up. Waiting for you to use them. He looked to you with an amused smirk.

"What's this?" He leaned towards you. "Are you trying to seduce me, gorgeous?" You huffed out a laugh as you tugged him to the bed.

"I was thinking more along the lines of working out the rest of your knots and go from there." You pat his leg gently to encourage him to get on the bed. He obliged and crawled up onto the bed, rather seductively. His playfully sultry look your way as he was on his hands and knees made you giggle. You crawled up after him, shedding your shirt, pants and socks, leaving you in your undewear while he slipped out of his robe. With the slight prompting of your hand gently pressing into his back, he flopped down on his stomach.

"You know, precious, you are a true blessing in Hell." He didn't get a response as you grabbed up a sweet soothing cedarwood and cinnamon oil and poured a bit into your hand. You rubbed your hands together and got to work on his back, paying extra attention to both sets of shoulder muscles as well as the spinalis muscle on both sides of the spine. He groaned and relaxed further under your touch. When you got to the lower back just above the glutes, he moaned loudly into the pillow.

"Does it feel good, baby?" You received a low hum in response. You traced your hands up his sides and pressed into his lower shoulder muscles before placing a kiss on his upper right shoulder. He suddenly flipped onto his back, causing you to stand as he turned to stay above him. His lower hands grabbed your thighs and pulled you down to straddle him as his upper hands rested on your hips.

"I love you." He looked up at you in adoration. You smiled and leaned down to give him a sweet kiss. He deepened it, moving one hand up to your face to hold you there. His tongue licked your bottom lip and you opened it in response. You wouldn't playfully tease him tonight, he needed the relief. Your tongues moved around each other in a passionate dance as his other upper hand reached up to squeeze your buttcheek. You giggled and parted from him, gently biting his lip as you did so.

"I love you, too." You gently held his face in both hands. "Do you want to go further?" In your peripheral, you see his adam's apple bob as he swallows. You feel like you know the answer but you need to hear it to make absolute sure, in case you're reading the signs wrong.

"God yes." That was all you needed as you gave him another passionate kiss. His neck received attention next, you leaving marks and little bites before trailing kisses down until you straddled his hips. You stood up on the bed to gently remove the last bit of cloth that kept your most sensitive areas from view. Your eyes stayed on his as you slid them off. His gaze was on your movement. His cock twitching at the sight of you fully nude.

You slowly lowered yourself to hover just above your lover's erection. Lining him up, you finally lowered yourself slowly until he filled you completely. His head fell back against the pillow with a groan. You moved your hips and moaned at the sensation. Beginning to lift up and back down, you braced yourself on the bed beside his slender frame. You picked up the pace and eventually lifted up without bracing yourself, bouncing up and down as you moaned. Val's voice mixed with yours as he began to meet you with thrusts. You lifted up, almost off of him completely before dropping down to take him all in. That made Val grab your hips with a stutter moan. He started bouncing you, using you like a fleshlight. You moaned and called out his name as he went harder.

"F-fuck! Oh shit!" You huffed out, throwing your head back, almost losing yourself in the pleasure. As if on their own, your hands gripped his wrists. You squeezed around him, trying to get him to cum first. That was your goal and you focused on it. By fuck, if you were going to cum it had to be after him. It was his turn to be pampered and pleased. He moaned loudly as his hands dug into your hips, bouncing you faster on him.

"Y/n! Oh fuck! I'm gonna-!" You squeezed around him again as he used his thumbs to press into the sensitive flesh covering your lower hip joints. He knew that was your sweet spot. The bastard was trying to get you to cum first. You weren't about to let that happen; you squeezed around him again and reached one of your hands down to grip his hip, squeezing and digging your nails into it slightly. This did the trick. He practically screamed as he slammed you down onto his cock and came deeply into you. He thrust up a few more times, grunting. You came soon after, the thought of giving him so much pleasure and the feel of his thick seed coating your inner walls pushing you over the edge.

The both of you came down from your highs, huffing. His hands loosening around your hips as you fell onto him in exhaustion. You gave a kiss to the skin you laid on before shakily lifting yourself up and off his, now limp, cock. He huffed as he lifted up to rest on his elbows, watching you as you slid off the bed and hobbled over to the bathroom to clean up. You heard him get up to join you in the shower you started, helping you clean up.

~*~

"Did you have a nice night?" You asked once you two had finished washing the sweat and cum off, in the newly changed sheets and pajamas. His arms, that were wrapped loosely around you, pulled you closer to him as he curled around you.

"Very much so." He kissed your forehead and you nuzzled into his fuzz. Your arms wrapped around his ribs as your leg matched the action to fully attatch yourself to him.

"I'm glad." You smiled as you heard his breathing even out, lulling you into sleep shortly after him.

#hazbin hotel x reader #valentino x reader #smut #trashcan answers you

[libraryofloveletters]

so cute fic request. You are Maddie's OBGYN and at every appointment she insists to set you up with Buck, you deny her and finally one say yes just to be quiet and you meet what a great guy Buck is

The Set Up

Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and doctors offices, reader wears makeup, alcohol and the consumption of

Category: Straight Up Fluff 

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s Note: here's a lil late v-day present for y’all :) 

Part 2: Dispatch: Labour in Progress 

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“How does the baby look ?” Maddie was laid back, her eyes on the monitor. “Perfect, a perfect little baby” you smile at her as you hand her a towel to wipe up the gel. 

“How many copies would you like ?” you turn towards the ultrasound machine. 

“As many as you'd give me” she laughed, pulling her shirt back down. 

“Dad’s working ?” you asked, leaning back in the chair. “Yeah, he’s been trying to get off a day to come with me” she sits up, pulling out her phone. 

Maddie was one of your favourite patients, she was a sweetheart and always happy, regardless of what was happening, you didn't know how she did it. She began showing you a few pictures of the nursery and two guys who were in the picture. The first guy was Chimney, who was the baby’s father and Maddie’s boyfriend, the two of you had met at a previous appointment and the other guy, who you hadn't meant yet but felt like you had, was her brother Evan or Buck, which is what he went by. 

“You know, if you want to just come in one day when he's off work, we can just do a regular check-up just so he can see. It doesn’t have to be anything special for you to come in” 

“You’d do that ?” 

“Of course I would, between me and you, you’re my favourite patient” 

Maddie smiled at you, “so,” she gave you a look, “since I am your favourite patient, would you also go on a date with Buck ?” she asked, you nearly choked on your coffee. Maddie had a habit of trying to set you up with her brother. She did it often but it still caught you off guard each time. You coughed, “Maddie, no.” you laughed, “that would be unprofessional” 

“Oh come on, take a risk y/n. Life goes on and one date won't kill you” 

“Who said I’m looking ?” 

“Please, you are. You can't lie to me” she smiled, you shook your head. “Still a no Maddie” you handed her the copies of the ultrasound. “If you do want to do the ultrasound when he’s home, just give me a call” you smiled at her and she got up. “I will, thank you”

-- 

A few weeks later and Maddie was back in your office. “Good afternoon momma,” you were looking at the files as you walked in, pushing the door shut with your foot. Taking a seat on your little spinny chair, you look up when Maddie says good morning back to you. 

“Oh Chimney, it’s nice to see you” you smile as you shake the gel bottle. 

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “it’s good to be here” 

You hand him the gel bottle, he looked at you with brows furrowed. “You’re a paramedic, aren't you ? Go ahead” you chuckle as you turn the ultrasound machine on. “How are you feeling ?” you ask, “good actually, thanks for asking” Chim answers you. 

“I’m glad to hear that but I was asking Maddie” Chim’s mouth forms an O and he nods, Maddie smiles at him. “I’m good, baby’s good too. Kicking a lot recently. Especially when I drink orange juice” she chuckled. 

“And still just the one cup of coffee ?”

“Yeah, he won’t let me have anymore” she groans 

“Good, as he should be. You’re lucky I agreed to the one cup Maddie, you know I rather if you didn’t” 

“Ugh,” she groaned and rolled her eyes, “not you too” 

“I’m your doctor, it's my job to remind you unfortunately” 

Maddie sighs and rolls her eyes once again. You get what she meant, you couldn’t be pregnant and not have coffee, pregnancy is exhausting as it is, imagine it without coffee. “you know how to use an ultrasound machine right ?” you look over at Chimney, who was looking rather confused. 

”I do, why ?” 

“Would you like to do it ?” 

“Really ?” 

“Yeah, I let the dads have a chance to do it sometime. Makes them feel a little more involved” 

“I'd love too” 

You hand him the wand and step back, you watch as he rolls it across her belly. It was always sweet when the fathers came to the appointment, even more so when they're involved. 

“Y/n?” 

“Yes Maddie?” 

“Will you go on a date with Buck ?” She smiled sweetly at you, Chim looked at her, half shocked and half confused. 

“If I say yes to one date, will you quit bugging me about it ?” 

“Of course, just one date is all I’m asking for” 

“Does he know you’re setting him up ?” 

“Yeah- well no ? but he won't mind. It's part of my job as his sister” 

“Maddie, I have siblings as well, you don't see me setting them up” 

“Yeah yeah, that’s fine” 

Chim turned to you. “everything looks good doc” 

“Then we’re all done. Just hit print on the machine and you’ll get the pictures” 

Maddie wiped the gel off her stomach. She took a pen from the desk and scribbled a number down before handing the paper to you. “That’s his number, just message him” 

“You’re setting me up and I have to message him too ?” 

“Oh come on, you’ll be fine. Thank you for this and I'll be expecting details at my next appointment!” She gave you a smile before walking out. Chim looked at you, “I’m sorry I didn't know she was going to do that.” You laughed, “it's okay, she’s not the first person to do that. You should catch up with her though, she walks really fast for a pregnant lady” you chuckle, Chim smiled and walked out to find Maddie. You had some time to kill before your next appointment, you looked down at the paper in your hand. 

Do you text or not ? Wouldn't that be creepy ? Like oh hey, I'm your sister’s doctor let's go on a date.

You know what ? 

Screw it, what’s the worst that could happen. 

To Buck: Hey, I'm y/n. Your sister gave me your number, hope this isn't weird. She's been trying to set me up with you for months, thought we’d hit it off haha

God that was so stupid. Why the hell did you put haha ?

From Buck: Hey, it’s cool. She’s weird like that. What’s up ?

Oh shit, he answered. 

To Buck: Just at work, how about you ?

From Buck: Same thing 

Wait what do I say now ? Do you ask him out ? 

From Buck: Hope this isn't too forward of me or anything like that, but maybe you’d wanna grab a drink tonight ? Only if you’re free

Guess you don't have to ask him now 

To Buck: Yeah, that sounds good. Pick a place and let me know ? I’m off at 4 so anytime after that is fine. 

From Buck: I’m off at 6, how about 7 at the bar on Main Street ? 

To Buck: sounds good, see you then 

It was now 3:30 and Maddie was your last patient of the day. There was no harm in leaving now. After putting away your files and replying to a few emails from patients, you headed out. Only one issue you had when you got home was what to wear. 

Well so you thought. 

Taking a shower was the easy part, trying to do your hair and makeup with only 2 hours left, was a bit of a hassle. First disaster of the night was too much mousse in your hair, making it sticky and tacky. Washing it out, you managed to set it the way you like. The powder compact had fallen onto the floor, you hoped it wasn’t broken, turns out hope isn't enough. The other powder you had was far too light for your complexion right now and you decide against makeup for the night. 

Let him meet the bare you, you can wow him next time, if there is a next time. 

Deciding on a simple outfit, a white shirt that fit you nicely and a pair of black pants that went along with it. In your head, it seemed boring but in the mirror, it looked much better. Walking into the kitchen, there was a half drunk glass of wine from the night before.

Stale wine or nervous wreak ? Stale wine it is. 

You down the wine, spilling some onto your shirt. “Are you kidding-” groaning and turning back to the room, you end up changing your entire outfit. A pair of blue jeans and a black top that fit you in all the right places. One more look in the mirror and a hand through your hair, you headed out the door. 

It didn't take you long to arrive at the bar, as you only lived a few minutes off Main Street. You had seen Buck from the countless pictures Maddie had shown you so it didn’t take long to spot in at a table in the corner either. 

“Hey” you walked over, a smile on your face. He stood up, “Hi! you must be y/n” he leaned in for a hug, you mirrored his actions. “I am, it’s nice to meet you” 

The two of you sat across from each other and there was a bottle of beer in front of you. Buck spoke up when he noticed you noticing the bottle, “I ordered for you, I hope that's alright- you can order something else” 

“It’s fine, thank you” you take a sip, not your usual choice in drink but you didn't need to complain either. There was some silence for a while, not uncomfortable but not comfortable either. Anyone that passed by could tell it was a first date, if you could even call it that. 

“How do you know Maddie ?” he asks, you smile at him and take a sip of the beer before answering him. 

“I’m her OB” 

“Her ?” Buck had a confused expression on his face. 

“Her doctor, her obstetrician actually” 

“Oh for baby Buckley” he nodded. 

“Yeah, she's been bugging me about you since we’ve met actually. She’s sweet but she’s persistent” you chuckle and Buck gives you a smile, “that’s my sister” 

The night went by rather quickly, the two of you sharing work stories. Buck told you about the time he worked a full moon and they responded to a call at a yoga class only to have 3 women go into labour simultaneously. 

“It was the full moon I swear! I tried to tell Bobby but he didn't listen to me!” he said, laughing. 

You nodded and laughed too, “no, it’s true. I've had so many full moon babies. I never book off full moons because I know someone is going to go into labour”

“Thank you! Someone gets what I mean!”

You then told him about the time you filled in for your colleague, he told you it was supposed to be a regular birth but turns out it was quadruplets. It was nice to find someone who understood your weird work schedule. The two of you shared stories until the waitress came over to tell you that they’d be closing in a few minutes. It was a little past midnight when she came over, the two of you decided to call it a night and head out together. 

“How are you getting home ?” he asked you, you walked with him over to his Jeep that was parked down the street. “I’ll just walk, I don’t live too far from here” 

“No” he stated while shaking his head 

“No ?” you questioned him, your brows furrowed as you looked at the man in front of you.

“I invited you out, at least let me take you home. It’s late too, it won't be right to let you walk home by yourself” 

“Are you sure ? I don't want you to go out of your way” 

“Oh no it’s cool, c’mon” 

He opened the door for you like the gentlemen he is and then got in after. “Which way my darling ?” he gave you a cheesy smile which made you chuckle. “A left at the next light and the brown building is me” you leaned back in the seat. It was quiet as he drove down the street, you looked over at him and admired him. From the way his hand rested on his wheel to the little smile on his face, even to the birthmark above his eye. 

“It's rude to stare” 

“Can't help myself, you're pretty” 

Oh shit, did you just-

Buck looked over at you, a wicked little smile on his face. “You think I’m pretty ?” 

You could feel the blush on your face, “uh- well- um I guess ?” 

“I think you more than guess that but whatever you say” he smiled 

Buck pulled into the building parking lot, he stopped and his head hit the seat as he leant back. Looking over at you, “let me walk you up ?” 

“You’ve already done enough, it's fine” 

“It’s fine. Come on” he got out, you mirrored his actions. Buck followed behind you as the two of you made your way up to your apartment. Unlocking the door, you stepped in and he stood by the door. 

“Do you want to come in ?” setting your keys on the counter, you look back at the man who was leaning against the doorframe. 

“I’d love too but I've got the first shift. Maybe another time ?” 

“Yeah, that’s fine” walking back over to him, you stood in front of him. Even with him leaning, he still towered over you. 

“I had a nice time tonight” you say, he nods. “I did too. Maybe we can do this again sometime ?” 

“I'd like that” 

“Okay.” he smiles, “well, good night then y/n” 

“Good night Buck” standing on your toes, you go to kiss his cheek but it seems he had the same idea, both of you turning your heads at the same time and your lips were on his. Buck’s hand cupped your face for the few moments your lips were on his. When you pulled away, Buck had a slight red tint on his face, a blush or simply could have been the heat coming from your apartment, either way you were sure you looked the same way. 

“How does Saturday sound ? Noon for lunch if you’re free ?” he breaks the silence.

"Saturday sounds perfect” 

Buck smiled at you once more, he turned and began walking back to the elevator. He stopped in the middle of the hallway, turning back once again and walked towards your door.  He leaned down and gave you one more kiss. Laughing at the sweetheart that was now smiling at you from the other end of the hallway, you watched as he stepped on the elevator and then shut your door. 

Outside of your building was a happy Buck who skipped his way over to his car, his keys twirling on his finger with a big grin on his face. As he got into his car, he sent his sister a text message. 

To Maddie: You seem to know me better than I think, thank you. 

Upstairs, there was a similar scene, a happy you skipping their way to bed with a smile on their face. As you laid in bed, you too sent a text message to Maddie. 

To Maddie: Your match making efforts have worked, thank you. 

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[justthehiddleswrites]

Hammock | Loki x Female Reader

A/N: Hey look at me, I wrote something!  The first story based off of the Love is in the Air requests.  This was an anon request for Loki and a hammock

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Summary:  Tony has treated the team to an all inclusive vacation but Loki doesn’t seem to know how to relax.  You offer to help but that only makes your feelings for him more obvious.  To a point where you start avoiding Loki. Or at least try to.

Warnings:  implied smut, a couple of curse words, excessive fluffiness

THANK YOU FOR READING!!!

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As the late morning sun hit your face, you sighed in contentment, rolling over from your stomach to your back. And then a shadow crossed your face. 

“How can you possibly be this happy?” A deep voice grumbled. You opened one eye, squinting at Loki, back lit by the sun, fully clothed.

“Well, for one, I’m dressed for the weather. How are you not sweating in…” You pulled your sunglasses off. “… are you wearing a sweatshirt? In Puerto Vallarta?” 

Loki scoffed. “I didn’t realize there was a dress code. I must have missed Stark’s memo.” 

You rolled your eyes and grabbed a romance novel from your bag you bought at the airport. “Don’t they have vacations on Asgard?”

Loki crossed his arms over his chest. “Ruling the Nine Realms doesn’t generally lend itself to leisure time.”

You flipped open your book. “Pity. And here I thought you knew how to have fun.” 

His mouth dropped open. “Hey… I know how to have fun.” 

You squinted at him. “Says the man wearing layers on the beach.” You returned to your book, smirking behind the pages. “If you want some help, just say the word.”

“I do not need help.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Suit yourself. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.” You glanced up at him. “In the fun room.”

You watched as Loki stormed off, mumbling about you not doing fun if it bit you on the ass. 

“I have a very cute ass by the way!” you yelled after him.

-

Two days later, at the ungodly hour of 9 a.m., you woke up to insistent knocking at the door. With a groan, you dragged yourself to whip open the door to find Loki standing there.

“Loki… What the hell—”

“I’m asking for help.” He blurted out. 

You rubbed your eyes. “Give me 15 minutes.” You walked away, leaving the door. Loki stepped into your hotel room, following you as you headed towards the bathroom. 

“Where are you going?” You whipped around, snapping at him. 

“Um… not the bathroom?” Loki grinned widely.

“Chair. Now.” You pointed at an uncomfortable chair and spun back around into the bedroom. Loki wandered to the chair but diverted towards your suitcase. “Touch it and die, Loki!” He sat down. 

After a too brief shower, you stepped out in a romper and your hair wet. Loki stumbled to his feet. You took in his outfit and chuckled. 

“Black is not really a vacation color, Loki.” 

His long, slender fingers plucked at his pressed black t-shirt and black jeans. “I beg your pardon?”

You grabbed your bag. “Rule number one, you do not question.” 

Loki nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Rule number two. Call me ‘ma’am’ again and lose a testicle.”

Loki smirked. “Apologies.” 

You grinned back. “Come on, we’re going shopping.”

-

“LOKI!” you called outside of his hotel room bathroom. “Come on.”

“No.”

“Yes. I signed us up for surf lessons.”

The door flung up and Loki stepped out, bare-chested and in a pair of green board shorts. Your cheeks heated at the sight.

“You, what?” he demanded, his brows furrowed. 

“Uh… surf lessons… you, me, and the sea.” You glanced at your phone. “And we are going to be late. Come on, Loki!” He had just enough time to grab a shirt before you dragged him towards the beach. 

-

Loki turned out to be better at surfing than you expected. Although when he glanced over at you on the last wave, he wiped out hard. 

“What happened?” you giggled as you paddled to the beach and flopped onto the sand. Loki flopped down next to you. 

“My foot slipped.” he lied. He blushed under your gaze. 

You furrowed your brow. “Oh.” You attempted to hide your disappointment by digging through your bag. “You’re getting red.” You shoved a bottle of sunscreen at him. “Put this one.” 

Loki’s nose wrinkled. “I can’t reach my back. Will you help?” 

“I can’t… I have to… go. Ask someone else.” You scrambled to your feet and took off before Loki could protest. 

-

You avoided Loki for the rest of the day, begging off the team dinner that night.

“Come on,” Tony begged as you called him from your bed. “One drink. Just one drink and you can leave.”

You faked a cough. “I caught a bug on the flight. I would hate to get everyone sick.” 

Tony sent an entire pharmacy to your room in response. The next morning, you heard Loki knocking on your door, but you ignored it and the three phone calls, choosing instead to bury yourself in the blankets of the bed. 

When you finally emerged, you found a hammock tied up in a secluded area of the resort and settled in with your book. After no one bothered you, your mind slowed as the breeze6  rocked the hammock from side to side, lulling you to sleep.

-

When you ignored his phone calls and knocking, Loki took to searching every inch of the resort for you. And yet you eluded him. He slumped into a chair and held his head in his hands. 

“Damn it all!” he cursed. Loki wasn’t sure how he fucked up, but something had gone wrong. He squinted under the blistering sun and noticed a shady spot off in the corner. 

As he approached the area, he spied you asleep in the hammock, your book threatening to to tumble onto the ground, losing your place.

“Your book is—” Loki leaned over to grab the book, placing his weight on the hammock, sending you, your book, and him on a short but eventful ride to the ground.

“WHA!?!” you exclaimed as you noticed the hammock shifting. Your eyes snapped open to see Loki above and then below and then finally beside you. “WHAT THE FUCK, LOKI?!” You weren’t sure if you were screaming about him dumping you onto the ground or finding you in the first place. Neither were ideal. 

“But your book… I didn’t realize…” he sputtered as he clamored for your novel, shoving it into your hands. 

“Don’t you know how a hammock works?” You stood, brushing off the sand off your clothes.

His brow furrowed. “Of course, I don’t. I thought you were going to teach me how to have fun.” He stood as well, cleaning off his shorts and shirt. The ones you helped him buy. “I’ll let you be.” He stepped off towards the resort in hopes to find Thor or even Stark to annoy for amusement. 

You sighed. “Wait… I’m sorry for being rude. I…” You chewed your lip as you contemplated how to finish the sentence. “Let me show you.” You placed your book down and sat down on the hammock before swinging your feet over and settling in. “Easy as pie. Your turn.”

You gestured to another hammock hanging nearby, but Loki sat down on the one you occupied, swinging his legs and sliding in next to you. He smiled widely at you. “You’re right, easy as pie.”

You gritted your teeth. “I meant one of the other hammocks, Loki.” You wiggled away. 

“If I did that, we can’t talk. Why are you avoiding me?” Loki stared at you.

Your cheeks burned. “I… I… I… no… not… I…” you sputtered and mumbled.

“I thought we were friends.” Loki winced slightly at the word. “I thought you liked me.” he sighed. “But if I’m mistaken, I’ll let you be.” He swung his legs, but you grabbed him by the shirt and hauled him back.

“We are friends, Loki.” your voice trembled. “That’s the problem. We are just friends. And I like you.” 

“How is that a problem? Friends should like…” His brows raised and his eyes grew wide. “Oh…” 

You hid your face as you fought off hot tears. “Oh…” you sniped back, sarcastically. “Now if you don’t mind, I would prefer to wallow in my self-delusion and pity alone.” You pushed his shoulder, but Loki grabbed you by the wrist.

“I feel the same.” he said. “Why else did I agree to come to this wretched place? For a tan? I am a Frost Giant.” He chuckled. “I hoped to spend more time with you.”

“But… but…” Your mouth dropped open. “Why?”

Loki cupped your face with his hand, cool against your sun heated skin. “Does love need a reason?” He didn’t wait, couldn’t wait another moment. He pressed his lips to yours. 

You sighed into the kiss and wrapped your arms around Loki as best you could. “Did you say ‘love’?” you giggled. “A girl could get spoiled with kisses like that.” 

Loki nuzzled into your neck. “And you haven’t seen me in the bedroom.”

Tony overheard a loud shriek and giggle from the pool bar. He glanced up to see Loki running with you over his shoulder. “About fucking time.” he muttered before popping a nacho into his mouth. 

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[pascalpanic]

hello lovie how u doing? sorry for bugging again but I was thinking.. how about reader lil jelly of the DEAs new secretary hitting on Javi but he's not giving a shh and reader go to the office for a visit with cinnie and kisses javi like out of nowhere and he gets ?????? and she's suddenly shy

Covetous (Javier Peña x f!Reader)

Summary: see above

W/C: 2.1k

Warnings: jealousy, flirtation, language and innuendos

A/N: HI I hope this was what you’re looking for!! I hope it’s clear enough that reader is insecure and not demonizing Javier or Luisa... you’ll see. Enjoy!

Javier naturally attracts attention. You’re not quite sure what it is about him that does- or rather there are so many things about him that you don’t know which one it is. Is it the tight shirts that show off his broad shoulders and thick arms? His commanding aura? The sex appeal he radiates like humidity on a hot Colombian morning?

You love him more than anything. How can you not? He gives you all of his love, and expects nothing in return from you. His love is a passionate and all-consuming one; Javier fears commitment, but once he’s in, he’s all in. He’s the strong and silent type, but he melts with you, allows himself to be soft and gentle.

You know Javier would never do anything to hurt you. He can, has, and will go out of his way to protect you, especially with the danger of being the DEA agent’s girlfriend. That doesn’t lessen your anxiety, the fear that some poor judgement lapse on his part will lead to a broken heart. You know the man’s past. You’d be lying to say you weren’t a little scared.

When he started mentioning Luisa, you’d brushed it off and frowned. Javier is an adult. He can be friends with whoever he likes. Plus, she works with him. He can’t exactly ignore her. You didn’t know much about the woman other than the fact that she was young and pretty, as Murphy had told you. She was intelligent, a skilled worker as their receptionist. The only reason you had to dislike her was the little demon inside your head named Jealousy. Hell, you’d never even met her.

Javier mentions her in passing, just something she did at work or something funny she said. Never anything to be suspicious, and you know deep down that your Javi would never do something like that. He’s a good man, he loves you. You know it’s irrational, that you have no reasoning at all, but you can’t help but feel insecure when he talks about her.

Javier works ridiculous hours. He doesn’t have time to do much other than work and work and come home to you and do more work on the couch. He loves you for that more than anything: you understand it. You understand the busy hours and that he doesn’t often have the energy to do much when he gets home. You just sit next to him and quietly rub his shoulders, pressing kisses to his skin while he grinds out some paperwork. You don’t always understand what he’s doing at work, but your outside perspective often offers valuable ideas. You’re not just a girlfriend to Javier, but more of his partner. You are his other half, his comfort and relief and love in his hectic life.

If he’s being honest, Luisa bugs the shit out of him. She’s a smart girl, really, but her job is not as an agent. She likes to think she is, but she doesn’t have the training or knowledge to do so. She’s a go-getter, and Javi admires that, but it’s just another problem on his endless pile of them.

The most annoying thing is her flirting. Javier is no stranger to flirtation, obviously, and in any other situation he’d love to play along; she’s pretty and funny and a good conversationalist, but Javier, of course, only has eyes for you. He’s given her signs to back off, clearly, but she hasn’t picked them up. He’s tried to be more blunt, but nothing works. She is dead set on Agent Peña, and she’s a determined little thing.

You don’t visit Javier at work often. It’s rare that you get the chance, since you’re busy yourself. Usually, you’ll coordinate a day with Connie to bring lunch for the boys and sit with them for a while. They obviously both enjoy it, other than the mockery they receive from the other men when you leave. You love doing it, preening under the attention of your boyfriend and laughing at his annoyance with the other men. You’ve been there enough to know some of the other agents, and you know plenty about them from Javier’s annoyance at them at the end of the day.

Planning a day to surprise Javier at the office is fun. You usually do it when you know he’s extra stressed, when he could use the diversion and a little break in his day. That’s why you decided on it last night. Connie has the day off, and she insisted she’ll help you cook something to bring into work; Steve has been a mess lately too. They need it. She was right.

With a fresh tray of cookies out of the oven, you sigh and climb onto the couch to knock on the ceiling. You rap three times; moments later, two come back in response from Connie. It’s easier than using the phone, Connie suggested one night while you and Javier steadily got the Murphys drunker and drunker. It was funny to you at the time, but she was right. You smile remembering it as you put some cookies into a container and walk out of the front of the apartment building.

Connie is in a cheerful mood today. It’s probably because she has the day off; normally, she’d be asleep at this hour, thanks to long night shifts. She chats with you as the two of you drive to the embassy together, humming along to a song on the radio. She tells you all about Steve, the latest recipe she found, her new favorite grocery store. You smile and nod, mind elsewhere. Her blonde head bobs along to the rhythm as she finds a spot and parks.

You are irrational, you remind yourself as you walk in. You know and trust and love Javier. Luisa is nothing to worry about. Then why do you have a painfully tight grip on your container of cookies? “Hey, you’re gonna crack that,” Connie chides and swats your hand. “You okay, babe?”

You shake your head and smile it off. “It’s nothing. Guess I’m just excited,” you chuckle and loosen your grip on the cookies, though your spine is rigid as a board.

There’s a desk and at the front sits a woman, slightly younger than you, writing something in a book. She looks up when she hears the two of you enter through the lobby deeper into the building. “Hola. Soy Luisa, bienvenidos. Necesitá-“

That’s Luisa? She’s sweet, you frown. You’ve been all worked up over this? She’s cut off when Steve walks past. “Woah, hey ladies,” he chuckles as he sees the two of you. He wraps an arm around his wife and kisses her forehead. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Connie shrugs, beaming up at her husband. “We just thought we’d bring you lunch.”

“I made cookies,” you offer weakly, holding up the tupperware. You’re surprised it isn’t shattered into plastic shards on the ground by now.

“Hell yeah,” Steve smiles and snatches the cookies from your hands. “Luisa, this is my wife, Connie.”

She nods. “I could tell,” she chuckles, gesturing to the blonde hair and blue eyes. Who else would she be around here? “And you are?” She asks, turning to you.

“Ah, that’s Peña’s girl, remember?” Steve says for you, which makes you breathe a sigh of relief.

Her smile becomes tight-lipped and passive-aggressive. “Ah, yes. Wonderful to meet you,” she tells you, turning back to her books immediately. “Steve, you will show the women back then?”

He nods. “Thanks, kid.” He steals a candy from the jar she keeps on her desk and leads you back into the bullpen. He and Connie talk about their days, and you trail behind, nervously tapping your fingers against your sides. Now that you don’t have the Tupperware to clutch, you fidget until your heart warms at the sight of Javier. He’s hunched over his desk, shoulders straining against his tight shirt. He’s rapidly banging out a report on a typewriter, and your smile becomes a little bittersweet with how hard you know he’s working.

He’s a jumpy man, but scaring him is your favorite thing in the world. You hold a finger to your lips to the Murphys, telling them to be quiet, and they nod in agreement. Silently padding up behind him, you cover his hands with your eyes. “Boo,” you squeal.

“What the fuck?” Javier jumps, rapidly pulling the hands off his eyes and spinning in his chair. His hand hovers over his weapon, but his anxiety fades when he sees it’s you. “Hijo de puta… cariño,” he smiles softly, laughing a little. “What are you doing here?” He asks as he stands, pulling you into a hug.

His face is all the reassurance you need, his smile and his arms squeezing you making you grin. “We brought you lunch. Wanted to surprise you,” you tell him as you break away, adjusting the collar of his shirt. “Got a spare minute?”

He sighs and sits back down at his desk. “Can you give me five? I need to finish this report then I’m all yours.”

“Fine,” you sigh teasingly and kiss him on the head. While he types, you and Connie set up the desks, arranging chairs and plates on top of piles of cluttered papers. Javier’s handwriting is messy, you notice as you look at a folder of information, but legible. Hurried but still nice, looping and arcing.

“Hey,” Javi booms playfully and startles you, snatching the folder from your hands. “That’s classified.”

“That’s about as classified as your dick is to the Colombian population of women,” Steve snorts.

“Stephen!” Connie gasps and scolds, smacking his arm.

It doesn’t matter. You and Javi are laughing, falling onto each other and giggling at the joke. Steve sniggers under his breath, trying to avoid Connie’s wrath from the rude joke.

Straightening up, you take a sip of your water and try to collect yourself, though you’re still chuckling softly. “Does this mean you’re done?” You ask him hopefully.

Javier sighs and signs the bottom of the paper. His signature is beautiful and classy: J. Peña. “Now I am,” he smiles at you and tucks the file away in a desk drawer. “What did you bring us to eat, hm?”

The four of you converse over the meal, waving forks around aimlessly to make your points. The Murphys talk on their own, chatting about plans for the night. The meal is clearly finished and Javier cracks open the container of cookies, winking at you. You know he loves them, adores the little fluffy things. You smile and snag one from the tupperware before he can. He frowns. “I wanted that one.”

“Poor baby,” you tease and cup his face, taking a bite from it.

There’s the clacking of heels on tile approaching before you hear it: “Agente Peña!” a feminine voice sings. You roll your eyes, completely missing the way Javier rolls his too. “Javi?” She asks as she gets closer, about to round the corner.

God, you can’t stand that she calls him that. He’s only Javi to you and the Murphys, to those who love him. Your rational brain is far out of the window, possessed by jealousy as you do the only thing you can to, what, stake your claim? It doesn’t matter. Javier won’t be mad with the tiniest bit of affection. Your other hand cups Javier’s face too and you kiss him.

He’s used to kissing you. The two of you do it all the damn time. He’s just not a big PDA man; never has been. He prefers to keep his passion in private. But he doesn’t care, and cares even less when he knows Luisa is watching. He kisses back, rolling your chair closer to his and cupping your face too.

Luisa huffs at the sight. “Guess you’re busy,” she scoffs in English.

You break away only to find her walking away, and you can’t help but smirk. At least now she knows that Javier is truly committed to you, if she even caught a glimpse of the way he kissed you back. “What was that for?” Javier asks.

“Because I love you?” You chuckle and kiss him one more time, soft and quick.

He knows exactly why you did it. He doesn’t ask again. “I love you too, cariño,” he chuckles and rests his hand on your thigh.

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