#i looove coffee but i barely drink it these days

[madamescarlette]

me clutching my cup of caramel-flavored coffee and whispering frantically to it: girl i need you to make my brain work girl come back here i need you to make the cogs of my brain turn and make me so hinged

[the-cranck-hobbit]

No Age For Wedding || Baby On Board OS

*Author's note : English is not my first language. This OS belongs to my Baby On Board Univers.

I’m taking requests :)

Pairing : PennyxMaverick

Warning : mention of drinking, veryyy drunk Nate, mention of dementia. FULL OF LOVE AND FLUFF 

Mav was at Bradley’s home. They have had this habit since the childs grew up. Spending Saturday evening together while Nate and Line (Bradely’s kids) were out with friends. Line was at the Seresin’s house where Lexy Seresin organized a party “girls only” for her birthday. Nate was at the Hard Deck with JJ Seresin and Shaun Machado.

It was not unusual for the two men to hear the ring doorbell in the middle of the night. It wasn’t either unusual for them to see JJ on the doorstep barely carrying a very drunk Nate. When Nate saw his “Pop”, he barely fell on his arms, Bradley had to hold his son to be sure that he wouldn't make the old man fall. 

“PooOOp ! I’ve to tell yOu… your looOve with Nana is sooOOOooo beautifuuull. It’s like a fAiry TaAle ! You should marryyyYyyy…” Maverick giggled at the boy. He should be really drunk to propose to an almost ninty year old man to get married “Yeah, you’re right kiddo, but before planning everything, go to bed.” Rooster rolled his eyes and JJ got a shy, apologetic smile. Both of them hold Nate to his room, the younger man collapses on his bed and falls asleep immediately. 

Rooster thanks the elder of the Seresins for bringing his son home. JJ noded respectfully. “No problem, Uncle Roos, I’ll always watch over him.” As he watches the blond-haired young man go away, Bradley can’t help but wish that the day his son will become a pilot, JJ will be his wingman. 

He took the opportunity that his son was deep asleep to ride Maverick back to his house. He watched his father-figure carefully climb the three stair steps and was welcomed by Penny who was patiently waiting for him. 

Tomorrow morning, Maverick went to the Hard Deck after his usual morning walk. Years ago, when he was younger and Penny was bartending, he used to come after his morning run, to share a cold drink with her. Now he was too old to do footing, so it was a long walk he was doing every morning, and Penny was no longer the bartender, it was Amelia and the old man was happy to share a coffee with his stepdaughter. 

When he arrived at the bar, he was surprised to see Nate Bradshaw and Lexy Seresin sit side by side, talking animatedly, taking notes. Amelia was smiling, apparently amused by their talk. When Maverick took place on the bar stool, she greeted him and served him a coffee. 

The Bradshaws and Seresins kids barely grew up together, and it was not uncommon to see them planning some mischief. Even if they were adults now, Nate and Lexy always loved to develop some plan together for various reasons (find a second wife for Rooster, help Sofia Floyd to overcome her shyness, organize a surprise party to celebrate Hangman’s promotion, find a girl for JJ…) 

“Hey kiddos, what’s your next evil plan ?” the older man asked. The blond-haired boy and the dark-haired girl raised their heads and looked at him as if the answer was as obvious as one plus one makes two. “We are planning your wedding with Penny” answered the Bradshaw’s boy. Maverick wided. I thought Nate would forget about this story, he was so drunk last night. "You can't be serious." Lexy looked at him. "Of course we are serious, Pops ! Aren't you serious ? About Nana ? Don't you love her ? Don't you want to spend the rest of your life with her ?". Maverick could feel the weight of Amelia's glare on him. Even if she looked serious, in reality she was amused. 

Pete Mitchell was confused. Of course he loved Penny. Of course he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. But getting married ?! At his age ? "Come on, Pops" said Nate as if he read in his mind. "There's no age for wedding."

And that is how he found himself standing in front of a mirror in Bradley’s room, finishing getting ready for his wedding. He had never been so nervous. Even before all the missions he’d got to the last one, flying on the most dangerous with Bradley as Wingman. Even when he helped Bradley to get ready for his wedding. Even when he was waiting at the hospital for Bradley’s birth or Nate’s or Line’s. 

He cursed to himself as he couldn’t tie his tie. Bradley came to help him, trying to calm him down. “It’s gonna be fine, Mav.” The old man wided. “What if I forget my line ? I know I began to forget things.” Bradley looked at the one who was his mentor. “You just have to repeat after Hangman.” 

It’s the moment that the blonde haired pilot chooses to make his entrance in his dress uniform. In fact he wasn’t really blond anymore, the years had replaced his golden lock with shiny white hair. And he wasn't a pilot anymore. Now he was Admiral Seresin, US Pacific Fleet Commander. That’s the reason why the kids thought about him to officier the wedding.

"First mistake", said Hangman, "letting Rooster dress you up when he is incapable of buttoning up a bloody Hawaiian skirt." Rooster rolled his eyes, sight and left his place to his ex-wingman. Hangman carefully checked Maverick’s clothes, making sure everything was perfect. 

Everything happened very quickly and before he could blink, Maverick was standing in front of an aisle in the beach behind the Hard Deck. He was wearing an elegant gray costume, Rooster stood next to him, as his best man. Amelia was already standing on the other side as the bridesmaid. Hangman was between them. Nate and Line Bradshaws took place on Maverick’s side. Natasha, Lexy and Zach Seresin on Penny’s side, just behind Amelia’s family. When everybody sat down, the music bagan, everybody stood up and Penny appeared in a simple but elegant dress, at the arm of Jake Seresin Jr, who was standing proud in his Service Dress Blue. Mav fought against tears as he saw the woman he loved walk to the aisle. In his eyes she was still as beautiful as the first day they met, ages ago, when they were just kids.

The ceremony passed without a hitch and Mav didn’t forget any words contrary to what he feared. 

The Hard Deck had been totally decored for the event, there were flowers and ribbons everywhere. At the end of the bar, there was a photo of Goose, another one of Carole and another one of Iceman, put here as if the three missing friends were sharing a drink. Ice’s kids have been invited just as the kids of the other graduates of Top Gun 86. Chipper and Wolfman, the two graduates (with Maverick) still alive, were there too. 

After the first dance, Mav came to sit with them, and the three old men shared some memories. Was it the joy of being back together, or the cheerful atmosphere but they were animated in their talk as they haven't been since years, as if they were young men again. Penny was at another table, with her granddaughter on her laps and could help but smile to see Pete, her husband (God, she never got used to this word) so happy. 

On the dance floor, Hangman and Phoenix were dancing. Unfortunately, as often since his promotion, duty called Hangman back and he apologized to his wife for taking an emergency call. Phoenix comes to the bar to take a drink. About twenty minutes later, Jake was still on the phone and Natasha was still in the bar. 

JJ came closer to his mother. He did wear his ceremony hat anymore, but he was still very elegant in his blue dress. Natasha couldn’t help but feel so proud to see her Sweet Baby Boy dress like it. 

“What are you doing here, mama ? You’re not dancing ?” JJ knows how much his mother loves dancing, that is the reason why he was surprised. “My prom date got literally a duty call.” She nodded in the direction of the glass door, where we could see Jake pacing around outside, talking on the phone. JJ looked at his father, then at his mother back. He reached out to her. “Come on, I can’t let a beautiful woman hang out to dry, my dad would kill me.” He smiled and winked at her. Natasha laughed and took his hand. The young man led her to the dance floor.

Then the music stopped, everybody was about to complain, but soon the sound of a piano rangs in the room. The familiar cheered, knowing what was going to happen. Nate and Line Bradshaw ran toward the piano where their father was sit. Soon the first music notes of “Great Balls Of Fire” ring out. As soon as the Bradshaws began to sing, all the Dagger Squad and their kids were next to them, everybody singing. Mav led Penny to the Dance Floor and made her spin around him. Sophia Floyd and Lexy dance together, JJ, Nate and Shaun were singing out of their lungs. Jake came back from his call, and made his wife dance. Everybody danced and sang, and it was the best way to celebrate the wedding of Pete Mitchell and Penny Benjamin. 

[imaginethatneathuh]

The Sun: Mad Sweeney - American Gods

Mad Sweeney x friend!reader, romantic

At a coffee shop, you annoy Sweeney and he snaps so you drag him outside where he confesses.

Part of @dragon430′s Tarot Troop, edited by her as well.

Requested by @dreamers-wonderland -  /knee slides in The Sun with Mad Sweeney?????

CW: Mentions of potential violence and you annoying the fuck out of Sweeney.

Word count: 1.1+ K

•

“O, O, O'REILLY’s AUTO PARTS!” You yell at the top of your lungs right into Mad Sweeney’s ear. Personally, you would have preferred to do the Red Robin jingle, but you did that yesterday and needed new material.

Mad Sweeney, more than a little hungover, groaned. “It’s too fucking early, Y/N. Go away, you chaotic fuck.” He tried to snuggle back into the sofa, but you had other plans.

You sucked in your lips, trying not to smile. “OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG! OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG! OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG! OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG! Dow, dow, dow, dow, dow, dow.  OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG! OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG! OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG!”

“ALRIGHT, WILL YA QUIT YER YAPPIN’ ALREADY?” Sweeney shouted, snapping his head to the side, his upper body still resting on the sofa.

You snickered and smiled at him.

“Yer a menace, N/N,” he said. “A right fuckin’ menace.”

“It’s a glorious day, my redheaded friend! We should do something!” You bounced around, pulling at his jacket. “We could go to the park and throw bread at people who try to feed bread to the ducks! Or go for a swim in a public fountain! Or maybe-”

Sweeney cut you off. “It’s too fuckin’ early for this. I need a fuckin’ drink before we do anything at all.”

“It’s also too early in the mornin’ for that,” you said.

Sweeney groaned and face-planted back into the sofa. You, being you, started poking his face.

“Sweeney. Sweeney. Sweeney. Sweeney. Sweeney.” Between every call of his name, you poked him. “Sweeeeeeeneeeeey.”

You didn’t know when this started. When you’d started bothering him at every turn, just, generally, being chaotic and troublesome. But it sure was funny. And if he really hated it, he could just walk away.

Sweeney groaned and turnt his head. “I need fuckin’ coffee before I start dealin’ with ya, ya fuckin’ cunt.”

You grinned and bopped his nose.

•

“OH, she’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain when she comes! Oh, she’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain when she comes! She’ll be drivin’ six white horses--”

Sweeney clamped a hand over your mouth.

Wetting your tongue with as much saliva as possible, you start sticking your tongue out into his hand repeatedly, licking it like a cat licks their water bowl.

He pulled his hand away in disgust. It looked like he was getting ready to smack you.

“What the fuck is wrong with ya?” He asked. “Seriously? Why the fuckin’ hell would ya do that? I swear, yer battier than a fuckin’--”

An old lady with white hair muttered something. It was just loud enough for you to listen. “Big man like that. He oughta be ashamed of himself. Yellin’ at someone so sweet and innocent looking. Oh, that poor--”

He had enough of everyone in that moment. “How ‘bout you spend a day in my fuckin’ shoes. Deal with this--” he said, pointing at you. “--Little fucker for a day.”

The old lady glared at him then gestured to you. “They’re just a sweet, innocent little thing. And, you,” she said, pointing at him. “Are a brute.”

“Yeah, I’m sweet and innocent,” you said. The opportunity to fuck with him was right there. Of course, you’d take it.

Your false words fueled Sweeney’s rage. “Ya want a brute, I’ll show ya a brute!” He tried to get at the old lady, lunging forward and all that.

You were barely able to pull him back. “Nope, sorry, Sweeney, not today.” You push him toward the door and look back at the lady. “He’s a mess without his cuppa joe in the mornin’, ya know?”

As you meet Sweeney in the parking lot, you realize he isn’t just his usual angry. The look on his face screamed murder.

“Sweeney, come on, it was just a joke,” you said. “I know I’m not sweet and innocent, and you know I just do things to piss you off.”

“Ya do a lot more than piss me off! Ya make my life a living fuckin’ Hell, actually.” He neared you, a vein popping out of his neck. “I have no fuckin’ clue why da fuck I even hang ‘round you most of the time. Ya drive me fuckin’ mad, Y/N. Mad!” The tall man turnt his back to you and ran his hands through his hair. He seemed to be caught up in his thoughts as he stared into the sky. “It’s those stupid fuckin’ eyes, innit? And that laugh and smile.” He sighed and shook his head. “It’s just every fuckin’ thing about you.”

“What are you talking about, Mad?” You asked.

He looked over his shoulder at you. “You don’t see it, do you?” He asked. “You have no fuckin’ clue.”

“See what?”

“That I love you.”

Your jaw dropped. ‘When did that happen?’ You thought.

Then you thought back to this morning and remembered him staring at you as you rambled about the things you could do together. Then about the night prior and how he had called you on a payphone, asking you to come get him, and how he had fallen into your arms, nuzzling his head into your neck. It was sweet, and you had laughed, finding his action funny. You continued thinking about the past. About how he’d slip his hand into yours when he could. How he’d look at you when he thought you weren’t looking. How he’d call you late at night or just show up at your place whenever. It was so obvious now.

“Oh,” you whispered. “OH!”

Sweeney looked away, ashamed.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner!?” You asked.

He shrugged.

You started moving side to side with a smirk, acting like you were dancing like Rick Astley. “We’re no strangers to looove. You know the rules and so. Do. Iiiii. A full commitment’s what I’m thinking of--” You sang before Sweeney stopped you.

Instead of putting his hand over your mouth again, he pulled you into a kiss, hands gripping your jacket. The force and passion behind it was intoxicating. You kissed back, setting your hands on his sides.

When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours and panted. The connection was nice, calming in a way.

“Y/N, don’t ya fuckin’ start with me,” he whispered.

You laughed. “Well, I’m happy. You?” 

Sweeney looked at you, a slight smile on his face and kindness (or was it love? You couldn’t tell) in his eyes. “I’m very fuckin’ happy,” he said. “But will ya please not be so fuckin’ annoyin’?”

“Nope!” You grinned, mischief on your mind.

[lemon--squeezy]

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 | 𝐎𝐍𝐄

Summary: 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫 found love during his teen years and ended up married to his high school sweetheart. However, he hadn't been prepared for the effects caused on him by a younger Agent and coworker.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Original Female Character

Warnings: Mentions of/implied attemped rape, sexual scenes, adult language, angst, boss/employee relationship, cheating, age difference and  canon-typical violence.

A/N: Before we start I just wanted to warn you that English is not my first language so you might see some grammar and spelling errors, if you spot any just let me know please. I hope you can bear with me! This story in also available on Wattpad 

“You made a really deep cut and baby, now we’ve got bad blood…” — Taylor Swift

Rays of a morning sun shine through the many windows, bringing a needy warmth to the cold bullpen of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. As soon as one enters the room, the bitter but invitingly warm scent of black coffee would invade their nostrils; a much needed drink to endure the consuming aspects of working for the FBI. Hushed footsteps, discussions of rapports, chairs moving around and whispers of good mornings are the prominent sounds filling the environment. 

At the center of the room, three distinct agents are discussing among themselves about gossips of the office. A strong, shaved headed man, with dark skin and a smirk plastered on his face. By his side, half sitting on his desk is a woman with fluffy bright blonde hair, thick black glasses supported by her delicate nose and wearing colorful clothes, making her stick out in an ocean of grey suits and blazers. Standing in front of them is a raven-headed woman, with pale skin and dressing a dark outfit like no one else could do. 

While grabbing his mug and sipping his morning coffee, the man looks at his wristwatch, slightly shaking his head in a mocking disapproval and declares, “It’s officially five minutes since our work time started and Agent Davis hasn’t arrived,” he flashes a smirk to the black headed female who had being part of the team for barely a month and continues, “I hope you’re ready to witness your first breakfast time quarrel between the bossman and Amy.” 

Emily, the sophisticated gothic woman, stares confusedly at her teammate and says, “Okay, I’m gonna take the bait. What are you talking about, Morgan?” 

He flashes a mischievous smile, “Do you want to explain it to the newbie, baby girl?” Morgan asks the blonde and eager female to tell the new girl about the most volatile - and funny to watch - dynamic of the team. “I’m pretty sure you’ve already noted that my lovely girl Amelia Davis and our stiff yet good-looking Superior don’t tolerate each other,” Penelope happily blabbers. “Since today is Monday and Amy loooves partying hard on the weekends, she’s already late. Something that displeases the bossman who is constantly waiting to scold Amy because of her little mistakes.” 

“That is intriguing. Are you sure it isn’t all about sexual tension? That would explain their behavior.” Agent Emily Prentiss questions inducing a gasp from Penelope and a laugh from Derek. 

“We’ve all considered it at some point,” the man affirms. “Just don’t say that to Davis or she will lecture you about how terrible it is that two people of the opposite sex aren’t allowed to sincerely and deeply hate one another,” he concludes and looks in the direction of his Superior individual office through the open blinds. “Hotch seems to be especially annoyed today so I bet he won’t even wait for Davis to reach her table before he calls her attention.” Morgan deduces and the elevator cheeps in sync announcing new arrivals, making the three agents stare in its direction. They see a couple of interns hurrying to the coffee marker and the next person to come out is the disheveled figure of Agent Davis. Her crystal blue eyes are hidden by black sunglasses, the woman’s usually perfect long brunette hair is currently disheveled, her button up white shirt is supporting some wrinkles while her dark grey blazer is in her left hand along with her bag. She connects the fingers of her right hand with her temple massaging it in a foolish attempt to ease the headache obviously caused by a hangover. 

Amelia tries to walk discreetly in the direction of her desk, hoping she would pass unnoticed by her boss, but she isn’t successful. Seeing her state, Derek whistles and loudly states, “I think someone had a wild night,” he laughs with Prentiss and Penelope. His booming voice affects the balance of Davis, making her stumble over her own feet and before she gets a hold of her chair and tells the man to be quiet, the harsh sound of a door opening echoes through the entire space of the bullpen. 

“Agent Davis. My office. Now,” the chief unit’s demand rings like thunder, giving chills to the ones around.  

“Fuck,” Amy murmurs while taking off her sunglasses  and dropping her belongings on her desk. 

The brunette drags her legs, taking her time along the short way to her boss’s office. 

Amelia feels like she’s in high school and the principal is calling to lecture her, but that’s something she never experienced during her school years since her teachers adored her effort to have the best grades and eagerness to learn. Besides, she could always blast a polite amiable smile to make people bend at her will. It came easily to Amy, being friendly and kind towards others, virtues that paid off and made everyone like her. Well, everyone but him. 

The door to the room is already opened and to Amy, it resembles the entrance of a

scary and dark cave. After she’s inside, she makes sure to close it to shield herself from the curious ears of her coworkers. She goes straight to one of the chairs across from the stoic man, a journey she’s so used to, considering that Hotchner’s constantly expressing his discontent with her whether it was about being a few minutes late, or about a typo in a rapport, or even choosing to use a grey folder instead of the yellow ones. Everything would lead to criticism and by now she would just take it with humor. She mumbles a good morning but Aaron simply ignores it.

“Tell me, Agent, what’s your excuse for today? Two weeks ago there was something wrong with your car, four weeks ago it was a problem with shower. I can’t wait to hear about another one of your misfortunes,” there’s venom watering each word, his eyes colder than a winter day and his entire posture screams irritation.  

Amy thinks how he’s ever so ridge when she’s around. Every time she enters the same room as him, the jet black haired man would instantly go ridge like her mere presence was a heinous crime. She’s used to it and more than happy to demonstrate that she is also offended by his existence.  

“Would you believe me if I told you that my nanny died?” Davis playfully replies and grins, which boils Aaron’s anger further. 

“Do you think this is some sort of joke?” he snaps, standing from his chair and positioning his hands on the desk that separated them. “I can’t have people in this unit that don’t take their job seriously and I don’t have time to endure irresponsibility and lack of respect.” 

I bet you would have a lot of free time if you just left me the fuck alone, dude - Amelia thinks while maintaining eye contact with the man. 

“One more day of tardiness and you will have to suffer consequences. Is that clear enough for you, agent?” he fumes. 

She bites her lips and swallows a bitter response. Not afraid of the outcome, just too tired to deal with her boss’s intensity so early in the day. “Yes, boss.”

“You can leave now,” he grunts and sits back in his chair. Starting to reach for one of the files on his desk; at the same time, Amelia makes a quick way out of the room. Once she gets to her chair, she releases a loud sigh, longing for the day to be over already. 

“That seemed intense.” Emily comments. She and Morgan are in their respectives chairs and Penelope has made her way to her own office - after the end of the show, of course.  

“You have no idea,” Amy answers while starting her work. 

 “If you don’t mind me asking, what happened between the two of you?” Prentiss carefully asks, genuinely curious.

“He’s the one who decided to hate me since my first day, I’m just returning the sentiment,” Davis explains, unbothered by the question, being a curious person herself she knows how it is once interest sparks. That’s when Dr. Reid and Agent Jareau arrive, talking to themselves. Spencer is carrying a notebook with a sketch of a boy’s face in it, moving around the room frantically and picking a telephone. 

“What’s wrong?” Amelia worriedly questions. 

“Need to get that to everyone as soon as possible,” Reid hurriedly explains while making a call. “Detective Barnes, this is Special Agent Doctor Spencer Reid of the Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico,” he clarifies to the person on the other side of the phone and continues rapidly, “Have you had recent murders involving prostitutes? They would’ve been stabbed to death and their hair would’ve been cut off by the killer,” that causes the other Agents to exchange confused glances, intrigued by the sudden event. 

“When was the last recent victim?” the Doctor inquires to the Detective on the line. 

Seems like we have a case, Amy processes. 

[mrsbarnes107]

Secret of the Widow

-part seven-

Summary: Post Endgame time period. The team is healing, trying to navigate this new normal they’ve found themselves in when Bucky and Sam bring home a stray with an attitude and a secret. Will the broken team take her in? Or is it too much to bare?

Warnings: language, *eventual* violence and smut, death, fluff, angst

Pairings: Bucky x OC

Disclaimer: this is posted to Wattpad as well and it WILL HAVE PLOT. I’m a Bucky hoe so there will be smut and romancy stuff but this is a series, so plot plot plot and slow burn.

Something was blinding me and I was wrapped in a cocoon of warmth.

I cracked my eyes open, sunlight streaming in and effectively burning my retinas. A big yawn escaped as cat stretched across my bed, popping my joints deliciously.

Of course that's when I noticed that I was in my bed. The bed I was very much NOT IN last night.

I stumbled to the bathroom, throwing on some spandex shorts along the way. The mirror revealed a very distraught woman. Jeez I'm a mess. Puffy eyes, wild hair, pillow creases on my cheek. With a sigh I throw my hair into a bun and wash my face and teeth, staring down my reflection.

Where on earth did this ginormous hoodie come from? This thing is like a dress, I cant even see my shorts and I KNOW it's not mine.

The fact that i cried hard enough to pass out and NOT feel someone carry me to my room AND put a hoodie on me is very concerning. I need to reign in these emotions, no matter how hard it is being back in the tower.

I slip some fuzzy socks on and check the time. 6 am. Of course.

Making my way quietly down the hall I snuggle more into the cozy hoodie. It smells like musk, man, and crisp night air. This is mine now.

No one seems to be awake, so I decide to treat the team to an extravagant breakfast of waffles, bacon, and eggs. But first a very very large cup of coffee.

As the aroma of Heavens most beautiful creation fills the room I have FRIDAY shuffle my music, broadcasting it in the kitchen loud enough to dance around to but not wake the others.

Food is almost done when I'm in the middle of singing into the knife I grabbed to cut up some fruit.

"SHOT THROUGH THE HEART AND  YOURE TO BLAME" chop chop chop "YOU GIVE LOOOVE  A BAD NAME"

I toss the knife behind me and spin around to flip the bacon, catching it with a little twirl. "I play my part and you play your games oooh you give loveee"  I begin setting the food on serving trays "a bad name."

As I'm dancing around the kitchen, enjoying the peace of cooking in an empty space, flicking the knife in the air and twirling it in my hand, I hear the team start to get up and around.

"She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean" what a great way to start the day, bomb music and a dance party. "She was the best damn woman that I ever seen. She had sig-" as the knifes handle lands deftly in my palm, someone interrupts my concert.

"I feel like I should be serenading you right now Doll. Lookin like that, cookin food like this, definitely the best damn woman I've ever seen."

With a squeak I had launched the knife towards the voice, Bucky plucking it out of the air, right in-front of his amused blue eyes. He was leaning against the doorway, legs crossed and sleep rumpled hair. Apparently he's been there a while and apparently he was blessed with beauty no matter his state of dress.

"Barnes what the hell! Warn a girl, jeez." I put my hand over my heart to calm it while pouring a cup of coffee, walking it over to the super soldier. "And damn straight I'm the best. Glad you've noticed."

He follows me into the kitchen, leaning against the counter sipping his drink. "You're pretty skilled with this." I guess that was his warning as he catapulted the knife towards my stomach. Well I deserved that, I thought as I caught it while skipping a few songs.

"You'll come to learn I'm skilled in a few things." I say with a wink. "Although, I don't think anyone works a blade like you do Sarge."

I look up to find him staring at me with a weird expression before he shook his head and smirked. "Well Doll, I could always give you some pointers if you ever wanna train with me."

I'm jamming to Back in Black when the rest of the team walks in. Throwing Bucky a smile over my shoulder and a quick "your on, meet after breakfast?" He gives a nod and sits at the island beside the others.

This could be fun. Or a disaster. Definitely not a good idea. But a fun one for sure.

I'm still bouncing around to AC/DC when Sam scowls at me. Well he looks like a grumpy kitten in the mornings apparently.

"You are definitely Tony's creation." He grumbled, followed by a thank you, as they started scarfing down breakfast.

•••

"Hey Ali, why are you wearing Buckys hoodie?" Peter mumbled around a giant bite of waffle, food flying everywhere.

I paused for a second then continued pouring myself some more coffee, giving Barnes a quick glance that he avoided, deeply interested in his bacon apparently.

"Oh I forgot I was still wearing it, sorry Sarge." I said with a chuckle. "Couldn't sleep last night so I watched a movie and Barnes ended up joining me. I got cold and he was ever the century old gentleman."

That earned a scoff from the old man.

"We're still leaving at lunch right? I'm craving a taco from downtown." Wanda pipped up from across the island.

"Yeah that sounds great, I'm gonna get a quick workout in beforehand."

Peter glanced up from his waffle mountain "Do you think you could stop by the lab and help me out with something? When you're done shopping?"

I see Bucky staring at me in my peripheral, eyeing the smile I force onto my lips. That lab just can't get rid of me huh Tony. "Yeah of course, I'll let you know when I'm headed there."

With that I head back to my room and throw on some shoes and a tank top, leaving Buckys hoodie on my bed. I did say it was mine now anyways.

The gym is a large, two story area with many connected rooms. I went into the sparing room, with mats on the floors and a wall of punching bags. After stretching and putting on some music, I work on the power behind my punches, trying to land harder blows for someone larger than me.

Getting lost in the feel of fist biting leather I let myself drift into thought. I still don't know how to incorporate myself into the team. They were all very kind and grateful this morning, talking about their plans and letting me know they will be interrogating the two bombers from yesterday.

Am I being too open? I'm usually serious and more reserved unless I'm comfortable with someone like Nicky or Tony. It's just that I want them to see more than my serious, throat slashing side. The team is already gloomy enough, but I don't want them too think I'm not taking this seriously. Finding that line is hard when I don't know how receptive three of them even are to me at the moment.

Wanda, Buck, and Peter all seem fine, but the others are more hesitant.

I finish a set with a spinning roundhouse, sending the bag against the wall, just as one of my favorite songs comes on shuffle.

Being on your own for essentially twenty-two years gives you very little option for conversation. Besides the times I stayed with Tony, I was alone. As a kid my teachers were just that and Nicky was there when he could be, but all I really had was myself.

So music is my release. All I ever really had to let loose and feel lighter when on the road or cleaning up after a mission.

So I sing along while launching daggers into a sparring dummy from across the room.

[takeyourhearthawks]

Blue Hour (HawksXOC)

Summary: Jiko Sako isn’t someone who is considered ”important” by many people. Her family disowned her when she turned 18, she’s appears to be quirkless, and her friends are few and far between. Her life only revolves around herself and her son, who she will protect at all costs.

Keigo Takami, known publicly as hawks, is the number two pro hero in Japan. He is a household name, loved and adored by many. He is someone considered important by many, many people.  

These two were friends at one point but fell apart rather quickly following Jikos graduation. But what will happen when the two of them are reunited after 4 years?

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Prologue (You Are Here!) / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

PROLOGUE

“Keigo!” Jiko shouted, laughing as her feet were swiped off the ground and she was in the arms of her best friend. His bright red wings were full extended behind him as he took a run start, his wings lifting the two of them off of the ground. Jiko slapped his shoulder multiple times, screaming to put her down by all Hawks did was laugh and continue to fly into the air.

“Put me down!” She shouted as they got further into the air.

“Oh, you want me to put you down here? Now? Cause I can just let you go” He says with a smirk. Jiko looks down and begins to furiously start shaking her head.

“Never mind!” She says, wrapping her arms around his neck. He laughed quietly as he adjusted her in his arms.  

“I love being up this high” He says quietly ”It’s peaceful.”

“I hate it. I am not meant for flying.” Jiko shook her head, but glanced at the view around her. “it is beautiful though”

“Not as beautiful as you!” Hawks said and Jiko fake gagged

“Gross! Don’t be all lovey dovey.” She said and Keigo laughed, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple which caused Jiko to flail around a little bit, shouting ew at the top of her lungs.

The two of them flew around for a little while longer, despite Jiko saying she wanted to land. Keigo knew her well enough to know that she would enjoy the time she didn't have to spend at home. He flew them around in a large circle before landing in the same field the started in. They were surrounded by big trees and tons of flowers. The grass was overgrown, coming up to the pairs mid legs.

“I know that you say that you hate flying, but I actually think that you love it.” Keigo said with a smirk. Jiko rolled her eyes as she looked up at him, him standing a few inches taller than she was.

“I don’t love flying but I do enjoy the time I get to spend with you.” She said happily, and Keigo patted the top of her head.

“I know, Dove.” He said softly, ruffling her hair.

“SO!” She said, grabbing the hand that was currently atop her head. ”There’s a party tonight and I want to go, but I only want to go if you’ll go with me!”

Keigo raised an eyebrow, ”Why do I have to go?”

“Because I will feel more safe and free if you go with me.”

“Don’t you have a curfew?” Keigo questioned

“So do you! Rules are meant to be broken! Please!” Jiko said, looking up at the man with puppy dog eyes. Keigo put his hand on the back of his neck, rubbing it slightly.

“I don't know Jiko, the commission isn’t exactly a place that I can just not follow their rules.”

“Just this once. I want people to know that I didn’t just make you up!”

“Oh, so you talk about me?” He said with a smirk as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her body close against his. A blush formed on Jiko’s face as she stared at his chest, not wanting to meet his eye line.

“Well, of course I do.” She said quietly, ”You’re my best friend.”

Keigo couldn’t help the smile that traveled across his face as he leaned down, pressing a kiss against the top of her head. Jiko’s arms wrapped Keigo’s middle, melting into him. The two stood there like this for a few minutes, Keigo’s wing surrounding them so that it felt like they were the only two in the world.  

“Fine.” Keigo said and Jiko’s head shot up, making eye contact with him.

“Really?!” She said and he just nodded his head. This resulted in a small squeal from Jiko, followed by her leaning up and kissing his cheek. ”Thank you! Thank you!”

“Don’t say thank you too much, I might change my mind” He winked, and Jiko just rolled her eyes.

“You wouldn’t dare.” She said, and he just smiled. They stood in this hug for a few more minutes before Jiko pulled away, but she grabbed his hand in hers as she moved. She started to walk towards the exit of the little field they were in, their little haven as they called it.

Honestly, neither Keigo or Jiko had good home lives. Jikos’ parents loathed her, only giving her the bare necessities to survive. And then Keigo was raised by the Hero Public Safety Commision from a young age because they saw that he had potential. The two of them shouldn’t have even been friends, in all honesty. They came from two completely different lives but somehow, ended up meeting in a little coffee shop when they were both around 13. They had been best friends since then.

As they reached where the trail connected to the main road, Jiko let go of Keigo’s hand and turned to him. ”Okay, I will text you the address when I get home. Meet me there at 9, okay?”

Keigo nodded head, ”Okay, dove.” He said as he leaned down, pressing another kiss to her forehead but she quickly pulled back.

“Ah! Not in public, remember? I don’t want my family to skin me alive” She said softly and he nodded his head.

“I know but I just can’t help it, you know how much I looove kissing your head.” He said, laughing as he wrapped his wings around the two of them, pulling him close for one last forehead kiss. After that, he opened up his wings and pushed her out of his grasp. ”I will see you later!”

--

The two of them traveled home separately, arriving home at completely different times. Jiko arrived home first and hurried up the stairs to her room, where she quickly shut and locked the door. Her parents weren’t home and wouldn’t be for a few more days, but Jiko was too used to having to lock her family out of her room.

Jiko pulled out her phone to see a few texts from Keigo, he must have sent them on his way back to the commission.  

Bird for brains - what is the address of the place? Bird for brains – helllloooo jikkkoooooo

Jiko - i just got home, chill

After that response, Jiko texted him the address of the party that they would attend. She then processed to get ready. She did her makeup so that her dark brown eyes popped, pairing it with a dark red lip gloss. She quickly changed into a pair of black shorts and an off the shoulder black top that had All Mights face on it. Jiko wouldn’t admit it out loud, but she was huge fan of pro heroes. One of her goals in life used to be to be a pro hero, but things change.

About an hour later, she headed towards the address that she had previously sent to Hawks. A water bottle swung by her side but it was full of alcohol that she had stolen from her families stash. The prop to having drunks for parents meant that they wouldn’t notice if some was missing from time to time. As she walked, she took a few swings every once in a while, pre gaming so she knew she would have a good night tonight.

She knew she would be having fun regardless because she actually convinced Keigo to come with her, so she would at least have one person to talk to for the rest of the night.

“Jiko!” A voice called from above and as she glanced up, she saw a pair of red wings gliding down towards her, a familiar face smiling at her. Keigo landed beside her, still smiling.

“How did you know where I was?” She laughed and Keigo shrugged.

“I flew to your house and then followed the route I figured you would take. Wasn’t hard” He said, shrugging.

Jiko laughed as she wrapped her arm around Keigo's waist. He was wearing a tight black shirt and pair of jeans, but even in just this casual wear, he was still one of the prettiest people Jiko had ever seen.

“Are you ready for a fun night?” She said, propping her chin on his chest as she looked up at him. Keigo nodded his head, resting his forehead against hers.

“As long as I get to spend time with you, of course I am.” He smiled.

To anyone passing by, it would have looked as if the two of them were dating. They were a little too close for comfort by most peoples standards, but that's just the way they had always been. Playfully flirting had been their favorite thing to do since they were younger. Honestly, they had never even shared an actual kiss, just kissing each other's face.

Jiko pulled away from Keigo, grabbing his hand and wrapping their fingers together. The two of them walked hand in hand, sharing the bottle of liquor that Jiko had as they did. They chatted about random things until they arrived at the location. Jiko dropped her hand from his and smiled.

“Let's Party!” She said, already slightly tipsy. Keigo laughed, throwing his arms up in excitement with her.

“Let’s do this!” He shouted back. The two shared some laughs before they entered the house, the music already blaring. Jiko was greeted by a few classmates here and there. Girls came up to Keigo, already trying to flirt with him as soon as they got there. Keigo just shrugged it off and continued going, following after Jiko.  

While Jiko made not have been aware of it at the time, Keigo was head over heels in love with her and had been for so long. He didn’t know how to tell her and the relationship that the two had was already so flirty that he wasn't surprised that she didn’t pick up on the fact that he had real feelings for her. So he just stuck with being her best friend, afraid that telling her would ruin the dynamtic that the two had.

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The night went by quickly. Jiko and Keigo had been throwing back drinks since they got here, and it had been around 2 or 3 hours since they arrived. Needless to say, both of them were fairy drunk. They had made themselves into the kitchen where it was a little quieter. Jiko may have loved to party, but she got overwhelmed quickly in situations where there was a lot of noise and Keigo knew that, so he did his best to remove her from overwhelming situations as often as he could.  

“Thanks Keigo.” Jiko said, sliding herself up onto the counter by the sink. She sat there as Keigo filled up a cup of water for the both of them to share.  

“Of course. I need it too.” He said, his words slurring slightly as he laughed. He turned to her and handed her the cup of water, watching as she carefully raised the cup and took a small sip. Jiko extended the cup to him, and she also watched as he took a drink. He put the drink on the counter beside and moved so that he was standing in between Jiko's legs, resting his head against hers.

“I think we need to go home soon, I can’t be out too long without the commission noticing I’m gone.” He said. Jiko nodded her head as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The two of their eyes moved up slowly so that they were making eye contact.

“I know, but I just want a few more minutes with you.” Jiko said quietly, Keigo could feel her warm breaths against his face, the two of them never breaking eye contact. His hands found their way to Jikos waist, holding her gently.

“Wanna know something?” Keigo said, the alcohol bravery kicking in.

“Hm?” Jiko said quietly, still looking into his eyes.

“I love you.” He said quietly, cause a small smile to spread across her lips.

“I love you too, dork.” Jiko laughed, but Keigo didn’t laugh back. Instead, he stood their in silence for a few seconds, face unreadable.

“No, Jiko. I love you. Like I love you love you.” Keigo said softly. ”I think I always have.”

Jiko stared at him, mouth slightly agape. They were both pretty drunk, so she figured that they both wouldn’t remember this in the morning. In a split second, Jiko connected their lips. Keigo was slightly taken aback, but his lips quickly began to move against hers. Jiko pulled herself closer to him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Keigo’s arm went instinctively behind her back, pulling her as close as he could.

It took a few minutes before someone opened the kitchen door, startling the two of them apart. Whoever it was groaned as they saw the scene in front of them, shouting ”Get a room!” at them. Jiko looked up at Keigo, still pressed against him, placing small kisses along his jawline and neck.

“My parent aren’t home. No chance of anyone being there tonight.” She whispered into her ear, and in his drunken state, Keigo pulled her as close as he could, lifting her off of the counter. Jiko let out a small squeal, holding on for dear life as Keigo walked to the back door that was only a few feet from them. He placed Jiko down for only a few seconds, long enough to pick her up bridal style.

“You better hold on tight, dove.” He said, before shooting off into the air. A small squeal escaped Jiko’s lips, but she just wrapped her arms tightly around Keigo’s neck. As he flew them to her house, Jiko continued to place kisses against Keigo's neck.

They must have gotten there in record time. Keigo slung Jiko’s window open from the outside like a pro, which he might has well have been since he had done it so many times before. He tossed Jiko on the bed, she landed with a thump but a small giggle erupted from her as he crawled over top of her, capturing her lips in his again.  

Keigo placed his hand on her hip, sliding his hand slowly up under her shirt. Her hands clawed at his shirt, begging for him to take it off. He quickly did as she wanted, pulling his shirt off but also taking hers off directly after he took his off. Their lips quickly reconnected, and the rest was history. Clothes thrown every which way, quiet ‘I love you’s’ shared as they spent this night together.  

Afterwards, Jiko curled up Keigo’s arm. He was laying on his side, his wings slightly extended behind so he could lay comfortably. Jiko looked up at him, gently caressing the side of his face.  

“I hope I don’t forget this in the morning.” She said softly. Keigo leaned his head down, pressing his forehead against hers.

“Me too.” He said softly, ”I love you, so much Jiko.“  

“I love you too.” She whispered, ”You have to leave soon, don’t you?”  

Keigo sighed, nodding his head. ”I‘m sorry, dove,“ he mumbled “I don’t want to leave you.”

“I know. But I don't want you to get in trouble.” She smiled, leaning up and kissing him yet against. Keigo caught her lips quickly, savoring every second of it. After that, he got up and started to get dress. Jiko pulled her blanket up over her, watching his every move. His wings were tucked tightly into himself so that he didn’t end up bumping into anything in her room.

Once he was ready, he came and sat back down on her bed for a moment. A small kissed was pressed against her forehead, and a gentle ‘i love you’ was murmured. After that, he went out the window and was gone, leaving Jiko alone, with only her thoughts.

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Jiko must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing she remembers is waking up with a pounding headache. The sun hurt, so she tried to keep her eyes closed as long as she could, until she heard her phone ding. She groaned loudly, sitting up slowly in her bed, only to realize she was completely naked.  

A small squeal escaped her lips. She didn’t sleep naked, which meant something had to have happened last night that she can’t quite remembered. She groaned loudly as she reached for her phone, smiling slightly as she saw a text from Keigo.

Bird for Brains - Good morning! How are you feeling?

Jiko - bad, head hurts  

Bird for Brains - I figured as much. Do you need me to bring you anything?

Jiko - No, I have medicine in my desk. I’ll be okay.

Bird for Brains – Ok... so what do you remember about last night?

Jiko – Not much, why?

Bird for Brains - .... No reason.

Jiko tilted her head at her phone. Keigo was acting weird. He never asked her questions if they didn't have a purpose, even something as simple as what she remembered the night before. She leaned back against her pillows, trying to figure out what would be causing him to act weird. And then she remembered that was currently naked.

Jiko – Oh my god, did i hook up with someone?

Bird for Brains - Why do you ask?

Jiko - Just answer the questions!

A few minutes passed and Keigo didn't answer. Jiko was trying to rack her brains for the answer when suddenly, all of last nights events came flooding back in. The kisses, the ’i love you’ and the night she had spent with her best friend. It caused a small ball of panic to swell up inside of her.

Jiko – Keigo answer me. Did we sleep together last night? Did we use protection? Oh my god, is our friendship ruined?

Bird for Brains - I think we did. And no, our friendship isn't ruined. I do think we need to talk though.

Jiko - come over.

After she sent that text, Jiko grabbed her shirt from the floor and got dressed quickly in that and a pair of Keigo's shorts he had left her once. She went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth, staring at herself in the mirror for a few minutes. She was remembering all the places that Keigo touched on her body last night, running her own hand across them.  

A knock at her window broke her train of thoughts and when she re-entered her room, Keigo was standing there in all his glory. He smiled at her, instantly pulling her into a hug. Jiko sighed happily, melting into her best friend. A small kiss was placed to the top of her head before she was lifted and carried to her own bed. Keigo sat her down before sitting a few feet away from her.

“So.” Keigo said quietly.

“So.” Jiko Repeated

“Last night,” he started, ”I meant what I said. I love you Jiko, and I think I always have.”

Jiko stared at Keigo for a few minutes, taking in the curve of his face. ”I love you too, Keigo.” She said softly.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Okay... what does that mean for us?” Keigo asked, kicking his shoes off as he moved higher up on her bed so that he was sitting directly beside her.

“I don’t know.” Jiko responded honestly, ”My parents don’t like you. Hell, they barely like me. And I don’t want to give them another reason why they don’t like letting you come over.”

“I get that..”

“And you’ve said that the commission is really strict about you dating, hell, they don’t even want us to be friends.”  

“Yeah...” Keigo trailed off, sighing.

“So, I think that for now, nothing changes. We’re still just Jiko and Keigo, best friends.” Jiko said, glancing up at him.

“I agree... but can I still kiss you?” Keigo asked,  placing his hand against her face. A small giggle escaped her lips as she nodded.

“Added perk.” She said as she leaned up, connecting their lips.

And that was how they spent the next couple of weeks. Stealing kisses in between their normally scheduled hang outs. Their little meadow becoming their safe haven again once Jiko’s parents returned. They spent nearly every second they could together, laughing and just enjoying each other's company.

-

About three weeks had passed since that drunken night they had spent together, and Jiko woke up early in the morning with an overwhelming urge to throw up. She rushed to her bathroom and emptied the contents of her stomach into her toilet bowl. It had been a long time since she had thrown up, so it left her feeling even worse than she did when she woke up.  

Jiko slid down beside the toilet, pulling her phone off the ground and opening the text messages between Keigo and herself. She texted him to let him know that she wasn’t feeling well and that she might have to cancel their plans for the day. This seemed to worry Keigo because he was calling her within moments of her sending her texts.

“Hello?” Jiko said as she put her phone to her ear.  

“Are you okay?” Keigo asked, a slight panic to his voice.

“Yeah, I just woke up and had to throw up. It might have been something I ate yesterday or something.” She said, and for a few moments Keigo was silent.

“I am probably making something out of nothing, but, when was your last period?” He asked, and Jiko thought about it for a minute.

“Uhh, last month, I think? Wait... no, its been over a month.” She said, shifting herself onto her knees. “What day did we sleep together?”

“I think it was the 6th.” Keigo answered, “Today is 27th.”  

A few moments of silence passed before Jiko quietly whispered, “I’m late. I’ve never been late.”  

Jiko’s response resulted in a few more minutes of silence from Keigo, but eventually he spoke up, ”You need to get a pregnancy test and take it. Today. I have training all day so I won’t be able to do it with you. But go.” He said, before the line abruptly hung up. Jiko looked at her phone, tears welling up in her eyes.

Almost immediately after getting off of the phone, Jiko stood up and turned on the shower. She needed to go to the store, and soon. She stripped down and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water fall over her body. Her hands slowly traveled to her stomach, gently carrassing it as she thought about the possibility of having a child growing inside of her. She couldn’t. She was only seventeen and Keigo had so much ahead of him. She couldn’t possibly ask him to give all of that up if she was pregnant.  

After her shower, she got dressed and told her parents she was going to study with friends, but they didn't even answer her. She walked to the nearest store, walking around for a few moments to gather a few things that weren’t just a pregnancy test. A bag of chips, an eyeliner, a soda and pregnancy test. Jiko walked to the counter with her head down, the hood of jacket pulled up to cover most of eyes.  

The cashier was a little old lady, kind and she didn’t judge her when she rang up the pregnancy test. She just kept smiling, asking Jiko about her day but avoiding bringing up the test. Jiko appreciated that more than this random woman could have ever know. She paid, leaving the change for the lady before she headed back to her home. But, she entered through her window so that her parents wouldn’t know she was there.

Jiko walked to her bathroom, locking the door behind her. She pulled the test out and put it on the sink in front of her, placing both her hands on the counter on either side of the test. She pushed her weight down on the counter, breathing heavily. She didn’t want to do this. But she had to.

Taking the test was the easy part, the waiting is what killed her. It took 5 minutes for this test to develop, but it felt like a life time. Checking every couple of seconds, getting upset when it had processed yet. Jiko passed around her bathroom, a million thoughts going through her head.

What would she do if she was pregnant? Her parents wouldn’t let her have an abortion, but they also wouldn’t ficially support her and the child. Would her and Keigo be parents? Would Keigo even want to be part of the baby’s life? Of course he would, he loved Jiko and wouldn’t leave her to do that on her own, would he? But then his career he had been working so hard for would be put on pause and Jiko couldn’t possibly ask that of him.  

She must of walked around thinking about it for an extra 5 minutes before she realized the test was probably done. She walked over to it and grabbed it carefully. Her entire arm was shaking as she slowly flipped it over. Two pink lines stared back at her. Positive. She was pregnant.

Tears instantly welled up in her eyes as she fell to her knees in the bathroom. Her free hand went to her mouth to muffle the sobs that were coming out of it. She placed the test on her lap, staring at it for what felt like an eternity as tears continued to fall. What was she going to do? She couldn’t be a mom. She didn’t know what it meant to be a mom. Her mom had never been one and Jiko felt like she was going to disappoint her own kid as much as her mom had done to her.  

Keigo. Suddenly Jikos mind went back to Keigo and how she had to call him, had to tell him. Her shaky hands grabbed her phone and dialed his number. It took 3 rings before he picked up.

“Hello? Jiko?” He said, and another sob escaped her throat.

“Hi.” She said quietly.

“Oh god.” He said, putting two and two together from how distraught Jiko was, ”Are you pregnant?” he whispered and that caused another small cry to come from Jiko.

“Yeah.” She said softly, tears still falling from her face. Keigo cursed on the other line. ”I don’t know what to do Keigo.” She whispered.

“Me either. But I have to tell the commission, and then I’ll be over, okay?” Keigo said, and Jiko nodded, as if he could see her. The other line went dead and Jiko was just left alone, with only her thoughts.

--

A couple of hours had passed, Jiko was now laying in her bed with her shirt pulled up slightly so that her stomach was exposed. She rubbed along the bottom of it slowly, unable to believe that there was a person growing inside of her.

“I wonder what you’ll be like.” She said quietly to her stomach, ”Will you be like Keigo? Have wings? Will you be like me? Normalish?”  

“I wonder too.” Said a voice from the window and Jiko looked up, making eye contact with Keigo. He crawled in through the window before making himself comfortable on the bed next to her. It took seconds for Jiko to wrap her arms tightly around Keigo's neck, the tears starting to flow again.  

“What are we going to do?” She said quietly and Keigo sighed.

“I don’t know. The commission Isn't happy. I’m not even supposed to be here right now.” He said as Jiko laid back to where she was. Keigo laid his head in her lap, staring up at her. Her hand instantly window to his head, fingers running through his hair. Gently, Keigo reached up and touched Jiko’s stomach, rubbing a small circle on it.

“I don’t know how to tell my family.” Jiko sighed, ”My parents might kill me.” She said, and Keigo nodded.  

“Yeah, they might kill both of us.” He said, a small laugh following it.”I can’t believe there's a little human in here.” Keigo leaned into her stomach, giving it the tiniest of a kiss.

“It isn’t a human yet. It’s just a bunch of little cells right now.” Jiko said, and Keigo nodded.

“I know. I just meant in the long run. I can’t believe we’re going to have a kid.”

“Is that what you want?” Jiko said, adjusting herself slightly so she could look him in the eyes. ”To have a kid, with me?”

“I want to spend every moment of every day with you. I want you to be mine, forever. I figured eventually we would have kids, but it came sooner than I thought it would.” Keigo said softly, still meeting your eyes. ”I don’t know how to be a dad though. Like, I remember my old man if I think hard enough, but the only memories I have start when I joined the commission.”  

“I get that. I don't know how to be a mom. You’ve met my mom, she’s not exactly role model material.”

“We’ll figure it out as we go. It can’t be that hard right? As long as we love them.” Keigo said, rubbing Jiko’s stomach yet again. The two of them spent a couple of hours talking about names the liked, where they would live once it was born, how they would tell Jikos parents together, all the things that were bothering Jiko only earlier today. Keigo had an answer for everything.

He left eventually, promising her that he would be back tomorrow and they would tell her parents together. He told her he loved her, kissed her stomach goodbye and told it that he loved it. But tomorrow never came for them.

The next morning, Jiko awoke to a call from a number that she didn’t recongize, but she answered it anyways.  

“Hello?” She said sleepily.

“Hello, is this Miss Sako?” A voice asked. It wasn’t a voice that Jiko recognized.

“Yes, who is this?” She said, adjusting herself in the bed.

“I work for the Hero Public Service Commission. I am calling on behalf of Mr. Takami. As you know, Takami has a promising future as a hero and this little... issue that has arisen shouldn’t be the reason he isn’t able to do what he has been training for nearly his entire life.” The worker said, and Jiko was shocked into silence.

“What exactly are you asking me to do? Get rid of it? Cause I won’t be able to do that.” She said softly.

“No, that’s not what we want. We are prepared to keep a fund of money that will be distrupited over a month by month bases until the child is 18 years old. It will cover all of their fee, school, clothing, food, and an apartment for you if you chose it. But, the stipulation is that you can no longer have contact with Takami, and it cannot be released that it is his child. Takami has worked too hard for his career to go down the drain over a little mistake he made.” The word mistake cause Jiko to wince, she obviously didn’t plan this pregnancy, but she hardly thought it was a mistake.

“Does Keigo know about this?” She asked softly.

“No, he doesn't.”

“How would we even be able to go about this? I don’t think that Keigo is going to just... let me disappear with his child.”

“We will tell him that you lost it and that your parents made you move. That he can no longer have any contact with you.” The worker said. Jiko sighed heavily. This was an impossible decision that she was having to make. Keigo had worked his entire life to be a hero, it was all he had ever done. But he seemed so excited yesterday about the idea of having a child with her. Maybe it was just the excitement of the moment. He wasn’t thinking clearly when he told her that he wanted to be with her forever.

But could she raise a child by herself? The commission would be paying for everything, so that would take a level of stress off of her. But she still didn’t know.

“Are you still there, Ms. Sako?”  

“Yes. I’m just thinking.” She said quietly.

“Well we need to know soon. We have to get the plan rolling and get you out of the town so that he doesn’t have contact with you anymore.” The worker said, and Jiko sighed. Keigo deserved to have all this his hard work be worth something. He deserved to be the hero he had always been training to be.

“Alright. What do I have to do?” You say quietly.

“We’re going to set up a fake doctors appointment where the doctor will tell Keigo that you have miscarried. Then, after that, you will need to say goodbye to him. We will tell you the location of your new apartment shortly.”  

“Okay.” She whispered as she hung up.

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Everything went according to plan. Jiko told her parents that she was pregnant, not telling them who the father was, but telling them that she would be moving out soon. After that, she headed to the fake doctors appointment where it was made to look as if she had been rushed here. After calling Keigo, he was there in a matter of minutes. He wrapped his hand tightly around Jiko’s hand, waiting for the test results to come back.

Of course, Jiko knew that nothing was wrong wth the baby. She knew that it was okay. But Keigo didn’t. So when the doctor came in the room and sat down, convincing telling the two of them that Jiko had miscarried, it felt like both of their worlds came crashing down. Keigo had tears streaming down his face, and Jiko couldn’t help but cry too. She didn’t want to hurt Keigo like this, but the commission had threatened to ruin Keigo if she didn’t.

The next couple of days were weird for the pair. Keigo wanted to be by Jikos side for every waking moment, but she kept telling him that she just wanted to be alone. She hated this. She didn’t want to hurt him. But she spent the next few days packing until she received another call from the commission. They told her that there would be a car to pick up her and her belongs there within the next hour. She didn’t even respond, just hung up and finished packing.

It would take a few trips to get all of her things, but the driver who arrived assured her that all of her belongs would make their way to her new apartment. Jiko just nodded, getting in the car and letting it take her where they had planned.  

A little less than an hour later, they arrived in Musutafu. Jiko recognizes this place from when her parents brought her here when she was younger. She was okay with city, she figured it would help her blend in more into the crowd.

The driver pulled up in front of a little apartment complex, nothing too big and flashy, but it looked big enough for Jiko and the baby. She just nodded as she got out of the car, grabbing what belongs she could. The drive grabbed a few more of the boxes, helping her carrying everything up to her new apartment. It was a cute apartment, already mostly furnished.

The driver did a few trips of stuff for her before everything she had brought today was up here. He handed her a new phone and told her it was from the commission. She just nodded, thanked him for his help, and watched him leave.

Jiko sighed, checking the new phone she got, when she realized the date. She laughed quietly to herself, rubbing her stomach.  

“Happy 18th birthday to me.” She said quietly before beginning to unpack.

---

It had been a few months since Jiko moved away. A few months since she had left home, since she had last seen Keigo, or Hawks as he was going by now. She had read that he was starting his own hero agency and she couldn’t help the happiness that came over her. This is what she had wanted. This is why she left, so that Keigo could live to his full potential.

She rubbed her stomach gently as she read the article. It was crazy what just a few months would do to someone who is pregnant. Her bump was visible, protruding from most of her shirts. It was to the point that Jiko was starting to have a hard time seeing her own feet. Every once in a while, she could feel the baby move and it honestly made everything so much more worth it. Feeling this living thing inside of her just made her fall more in love with every day.

Jiko had spent the majority of today finishing setting up the nursery, her neighbor having help put the crib together so she could finally finish decorating. But she had to put a pin in it because she had a doctors appointment that she had to be at. Today was the day that she would find out the gender of the baby, and she was excited.

Whenever Jiko went out, she always wore a hood of some kind so that she felt a little less recognizable. It’s not like she would have particularly stood out in a crowd, but it was better safe that sorry. She arrived at the appointment a little early, giving her time to sit in the waiting room before being called back. Her doctor was friendly, rarely seeming judging for the situation that Jiko was in.

The appointment went as normal, cold gel on the stomach, a few picture here and there before the doctor pointed on the screen and smiled.  

“Congrats, it’s a boy.” She said happily and Jiko couldn’t help but smile down at her stomach. A boy. She was going to have a son. “Does his father happen to have a bird quirk? Wings, especially?” The doctor asked, and Jiko tilted her head.

“..Yes? Why?” She asked, and the doctor pointed on the screen to show that attached to the babies back were the smallest outline of wings, and Jiko couldn't help but roll her eyes. Of course her son would have inherited Hawks quirk. That was going to make it even more difficult for her to conceal her sons fathers identity.

“It’s like that new hero, Hawks? I think that his name?” The doctor said, and instantly Jiko replied.

“Never heard of him.”  

---

When Jiko got home, she laid in her bed and scrolled through different apps, before there was a small kick in her stomach. She put her phone down and rubbed her stomach gently.

“Hey buddy.” She said softly. ”Is it play time?” She joked, but tears welled up in her eyes. She wasn’t exactly sure why. Maybe it was because she was having a boy, or maybe it was because he inherited Keigo's quirk, or maybe it’s because she knew that those two things together would have made Keigo the happiest man in the world. She spends too much time wondering if she made the right choice, but then she sees all of the accomplishments that Keigo is already having and she feels good about the choice. He couldn’t have done all of that if he was worried about a baby.

“We gotta start thinking of a name for you, buddy. Something that really describes you. And the hope that you give me to be better.” Jiko said quietly. “Youta? Maybe?” She said, shrugging slightly. “We’ll think on it. Got a few more months, yanno?”

It’s not like she expected her stomach to answer her, but sometimes the silence got to her. She hadn't spent much time completely alone in her life. Even when she was ‘alone’, she could still hear her family arguing downstairs so it never felt silent.

While Jiko may have been handling this arrangement okay, Keigo wasn’t. At least not at first. As far as he knew, Jiko and Keigo lost their child and then Jiko was forced to move away by her parents. Keigo spent the first month calling her phone that has been disconnected. The first two weeks, he went to her parents house and knocked, begging them to tell him where she was. But they always gave him the same answer.

“She’s gone. She isn’t coming back.”  

Keigo just didn't know how to wrap his head around that. She was just gone. They had just taken her away from him. Jiko and Keigo had spent every day together for five years, and now she was just gone.

The months passed and Keigo was forced to get his head back into the hero game. The commission wasn’t happy with the slacking that had come from Keigo, but they did expect it after the plan went through. They let him mourn for a month before they forced him to get back into his training.  

He opened his agency soon after his 18th birthday and all of his attention was put into making sure it was the best that it could be. He spent every day being a hero so that he had some sort of distraction from Jiko. And that's how the next few months go. Hero work, training, sleeping, eating. Soon enough, Keigo wasn’t thinking about Jiko nearly as much as he used to. She was on his mind in passing, but it was never anything more than wondering how she was doing.

-

Months passed, Jiko was in between eight and nine months pregnant and it was obviously at this point. Large round stomach that was hidden behind one of her new oversized shirt. Jiko never spent much time outside of her apartment, especially during her pregnancy because she was afraid of the judgement that she would receive if she did because she was such a young mother, and she was single.

She was standing in her kitchen making food when she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. The main was so intense that she had to take a second to lean over the counter, wincing. “Ahh.” She mumbled. After a minute, the pain subsided and she stood up.

“Today?“ She said, glancing down at her stomach. “Are we doing this today, Youta?“  

Her response came in the answer of yet another contraction. She did the same thing, closing her eye and wincing before she nodded. As the pain subsided again, she grabbed the bag that she had left on the kitchen table in case she went into labor soon. She grabbed her cellphone off the counter and then waddled her way over to the little old lady who lived across from her.

She had become pretty good friends with the elderly couple across the hall and they had told her that she could come over and the husband would drive her to the hospital when she went into labor. And they held true to that. The moment Jiko said that she was in labor, the husband grabbed his keys and helped her down the stairs and into the car. He drove as fast as he could and got her there within ten minutes of them leaving.

Jiko smiled and thanked the man before she waddled into the hospital. As soon as she told them was in labor, the nurse grabbed a wheelchair and put her in it, wheeling her back to maternity. The nurses got Jiko comfortable, setting her with everything she would need. One of the nurses looked at Jiko with a smile.

“Will the father be here soon?”The nurse asked, and Jiko shook her head.  

“No. He isn’t present.”  The words were soft, and nurses face fell. After that, all the nurses left the room, and the doctor came in. She checked Jiko, saying that she was 7cm dilated at the time. Jiko just nodded as another contraction wracked her body.

Her hands went to her stomach and she gripped it in pain She let out a small puff of air as she tried to not focus on the pain. The doctor told her it wouldn‘t be much longer before he left Jiko with only her thoughts.

In between the contractions, she was on her phone, scrolling through the different news outlets.  She may not have contact with Hawks,  but she did keep up with the news so that she could make sure he was doing okay. One of the main headlines she saw was about how he taken down a bunch of villains, saving a bunch of lives. She couldn’t help the smile that traveled across her face, because this is exactly what Jiko had wanted for him. To be successful as a hero.

She may have been in hour for another two hours before she started pushing. The nurse who had asked about Keigo earlier took his place in holding Jikos‘ hand. Tears were streaming down Jikos face, it hurt so much and she didn‘t know if she would be able to make it through.

It wasn't until she heard the cry of her son that Jikos head fell back against the pillow for only a second until they placed her son on her stomach. The tears were streaming down her face as she reached down, touching his face gently.

“Oh, he's perfect.” She cried and the nurse nodded her head. The nurses took him away to get him cleaned up.

“Does he have a name?“ The nurse asked, and Jiko nodded.

“His name is Youta.“ Jiko said as she watched them clean him.

“Hope?“ The nurse asked before she nodded. “That‘s a beautiful name.“

-

After about an hour, they brought Youta to Jiko. The nurse placed him gently in her arms, and Jiko couldn‘t help the tears that welled up again. He was so perfect. She examined every inch of his face, smiling as she realized he had Keigo‘s noise, and the smallest peak of little wings popped out of his blanket. By this point, al the nurse had left the room so she was free to talk about Keigo without anyone hearing.

“You are so perfect, Youta,“ She whispered to her son, pressing a gentle kiss against his forehead. “You look just like Keigo.“

Maybe throughout her pregnancy she had hoped the he wouldn‘t look like Keigo. She was scared that people would be able to point him out easier but now, she didn‘t care. He was too perfect. She knew would do anything to protect him.        

“I promise Youta, nothing will ever harm you.“

And she meant that.

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50 Questions You've Never Been Asked

Tagged by @iwearplaids and @jimikkikammal 💕

What is the colour of your hairbrush? mahogany handle with dusty gold paddle (wow I sound fancy)

Name a food you never eat? Prawns and Shrimps cause I'll die.

Are you typically too warm or too cold? I'm one of those people who run extra warm no matter what, used to be called my ex's personal space heater. Although my hands are a different story, they grow super cold when it's cold...

What were you doing 45 minutes ago? Wondering if I should get up and have something to drink or not... still doing it actually

What is your favourite candy bar? Alphenlibe. Was a sucker for that candy

Have you ever been to a professional sports event? IPL matches boohoo. I was once an idiot

What is the last thing you said out loud? Good nighty boo ~ to my roommate. He calls me wifey, I call him my boo. My gay best friend forever!!!! ((I'm still rolling around in my bed and it's 8am on Sunday))

What is your favourite ice cream? Banana and Cream from Häagen-Dazs. Plain chocolate too!!!!

What was the last thing you had to drink? Warm Choco milk. Helps me sleep

Do you like your wallet? I love mine cause my mom gifted it to me!!!!

What was the last thing you ate? Biryaaaani

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? I did... actually bought them a little earlier and got the package last weekend.

The last sporting event you watched? a game of ice hockey in February I believe. Or was it January?

What is your favourite flavour of popcorn? Salted with butter. Plain and simple.

Who is the last person you sent a text message to? My Uni friends group chat. We had a 15 people zoom chat a little before that.  

Ever go camping? I used to back home. A LOT!!! Not yet here.

Do you take vitamins? I do. D3 and C supplements.  

Do you go to church every Sunday? uh nope never have I ever

Do you have a tan? I do. Or maybe it's just my burnt skin cause despite being brown, I burn in the sun very badly if I'm not wearing enough SPF

Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? Tough choice. Chinese food.

Do you drink your soda with a straw? Nope

What colour socks do you usually wear? Grey 

Do you ever drive above the speed limit? I barely drive and even if I do, nope. Too careful.

What terrifies you? The current situation around the world. I wanna go home but I can't...

Look to your left, what do you see? a picture from of me and my mum with my tiny teddy bear and owl

What chore do you hate? EVERYTHING!!! But I also find cleaning therapeutic. I can shut off my mind and just let my hands do it

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? Chris Hemsworth 

What’s your favourite soda? I don't drunk soda. Only coke— wait, is coke soda?? 

Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? I go in cause I don't like drive-thrus

Who’s the last person you talked to? My mom last night over facetime just before I passed out 

Favourite cut of beef? Strip roast, I like them thin and quick to cook and eat 

Last song you listened to? Map of the soul: ON ~ BTS 

Last book you read? Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami

Favourite day of the week? Wednesday ~ the exact day when the past and future weekends aren't too far away

Can you say the alphabet backwards? No. I mess up as soon as I get W

How do you like your coffee? with lots of milk and sugar, sometimes with a hint of cocoa powder ~ love me a latte

Favourite pair of shoes? Adidas Originals Superstar with gold tag and lace ends ~ Fancy!!! 

The time you normally go to bed? Sometime between 11 and Midnight.... 2am on weekends

The time you normally get up? 7:30am

What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? Both. I live the golden hour during sunrises and the dusty pink gold glow of sunsets

How many blankets on your bed? Right now two, I'm rolled up in them

Describe your kitchen plates: Plates? Got ten plain white round ones. About 8 smaller creamy ones with dotted lines, 4 large rectangular ones. The rest are all bowls. 

Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? Pistachio flavoured Tequila

Do you play cards? YASSSSS you bet I do!!!

What colour is your car? the on I had back home is cherry red, my mom has it now. Don't have one here yet

Can you change a tire? IM SMALLER THAN A TIRE have you seen me????

Your favourite province? British Columbia, I looove this place

What did you do today that made someone else happy? today just started for me, so maybe yesterday, I made a random Zoom chat room and invited my uni friends, all of them, to have a chat for 4 hours. It was THE BEST!!! Everyone were happy by the end of it...

Favourite job you’ve ever had? I lived in Scotland shortly and worked there as a restorer. Had to work out in the cold sometimes or even rain, but I loved it.

How did you get your biggest scar? The one on the back of my ankle is like a huge wave with three ling stripes. During a summer vacation, I was playing with my cousins in the courtyard of our ancestral home. Our parents were cleaning out old things, so there was stuff everywhere. I ran across the courtyard, only to step on this boti that was laying on it side and the coconut grating end of it kind of grated my flesh out... I'm trying not to be graphic but yeah, I didn't even feel the pain until one of cousin screamed at all the blood dripping on the floor. Sage to say I scared the shit out of all the adults at home and then the village doctor by refusing to get it stitched. It healed in no time though, even without stitches. It's like, I was s vampire back then. Hmm...

Tagging @puppyloveblog24 @finnreyskywalker @carminavulcana @avani008 @rangdeenis @loveisyaariyan and anyone else who wants to do this!!!

[imguilty]

Proposal

Schuldig stood in the kitchen staring down at the percolator, he wished that machines had minds he could read so he could see why the damn thing was taking it's damn time in making coffee this morning. He had been clean and sober for a while now, but that didn't mean he still had an itch for caffeine in the morning, he had started taking his coffee black, he didn't particularly love it that way, but it felt the most potent to him, the most poison-like thing he was allowed to let spoil his body. He waited for his afternoon walks with Maggie to the park to indulge in a sugary coffee treat from a local shop, they always topped it with extra whipped cream for him, but that may or may not have been due to his own supernatural influence. Nagi came in, muttering a soft morning as he scratched at his unkept hair. He needed a hair cut, the undercut had started to grow out, he'd do it for him later. there were still lines from the pillow on his face as he opened the fridge to get his own cream, and a little bit of dried spit at the corner of his mouth. Schuldig smiled at him, as he gently poked into his morning thoughts, a jumble of what his day would consist of, of what he wanted for breakfast, of when they should get maggie up, and still thinking of their night prior, wine on the porch, a tangle of limbs together, and the way he had laid in bed and watched Schuldig sleep before he drifted off himself. This thought turned into smoke pretty quick when the younger psychic saw Schuldig staring at him. "What?" he asked his thoughts becoming a little defensive. "Is there something on my face?" He asked wiping it from the corner of his lips. "Yes." Schuldig said with a nod "But thats not why I was staring." he said softly with a sly smile that made Nagi blush a little. His thoughts instantly turned from the pure romantic feelings he had to something a bit more lustful, and he cast his eyes away but did nothing to conceal his thoughts, daring the other to act on them. "See anything you like?" he asked sidling up to him to slip by and grab the coffee pot. an unecessary move on his part as he could have just used his ability to pour it, but the closeness was welcomed and Schuldig leaned into him. "I see a lot that I like." he said smiling down into his partner's face. He waited until the coffee was back in it's place. "A lot that I'm loving actually." "You going soft on me?" Nagi asked him as he used his powers to pour Schuldig a mug, it would be cool enough to drink whenever they were done whatever they were moving toward. "Yeah, thats what happens when you quit hard drugs. You go soft." He said reminding Nagi of his sobriety, he was proud of it, even if half of him was still bitter at the same time. But he did it for Nagi, and it had been hard on both of them. Nagi placed a hand on his chest and rubbed him through his under shirt. "I like you soft" his hand moved lower, slipping into his boxers "Well, I like most of you soft." he said playfully and gave him a squeeze. 

Schuldig pressed into him and smiled "Should we go back upstairs, or you want to chance a walk in." Nagi hummed "I like a little danger in the morning." he said knowing their daughter could be up any moment as he sunk down to his knees. "Thats not what you were thinking of a moment ago." Schuldig reminded him, putting the idea back in his head of Nagi bracing himself against the counter top while Schuldig pulled his hair back. He enjoyed the rush of thoughts and pleasure he received in return. "If you've got two rounds in you, you can fuck me like that after." He said slipping the boxers down to expose him. "Such language so early in the morning." Schuldig teased watching his lover start to massage his shaft, kissing along the side of it. "I must have been something else last night to deserve this." Nagi grinned "Would have woken you up like this if I got up first." he told him, before his mouth became busy with something more exciting than talking. Schuldig sighed a little and let his head fall back. "You know what I've been thinking about?" he asked Nagi, hand going to the back of his head and rubbing his messy hair, this would be a psychic conversation, he didn't have to answer verbally and could keep using his mouth as he was. What?  came the response from Nagi even as he did his best to guess, throwing more dirty thoughts of what they could do in the kitchen after he was done pleasing him in this way. "I was thinking we should get married." Schuldig said as casually as he was discussing what their breakfast should be. Nagi paused, his mind skipping a beat, and he pulled back, a fine line of saliva still connecting to Schuldig's dick. "We're already married." he reminded him looking confused and a little annoyed wondering for only a split second if he was really back on taking things, or also a slight tinge of worry that maybe he had forgotten, that thought was stronger than the worry of the drugs. "I know." Schuldig said still with that same smile. "I want to have a wedding this time though." "Are we seriously talking about this right now." Nagi said motioning with one hand back to the cock in front of his face. Though his worries were washing away and he was thinking of what this could mean, some cautious hope mixed in with his confusion. "Oh please." Schuldig said gesturing in the same manner "Continue" he said politely as he welcomed Nagi to it. The psychic contemplated for a second and then leaned back in to continue, his hands going to his balls to massage those slowly. "We've made a lot of friends now that we've settled, and you deserve better than just a court house ceremony...thats what I was thinking about because I uh-" Nagi had picked up the pace a little, he was liking what he was hearing. "I love you and ah-" he gave him a nice squeeze. "Jesus babe...." Nagi was looking up at him, taking him all in and he closed his eyes and picked up the pace, bobbing fast and Schuldig's knees barely buckled and he moved to brace himself on the counter as his husband used his abilities to press against his prostate, "Ahh." Schuldig bit his lip, trying to keep himself muffled as Nagi's activities and thoughts took over his mind, full of dirty thoughts and boquets of white flowers, and of course how turned on he was getting just from his knees hurting from the tile floor. "Fuck" he nearly barked as he came, and Nagi swallowed all of it, his free hand gripping Schuldigs back side and holding him in close. He let him slip away once he was done and he wiped at the corner of his mouth with his thumb. "Sorry I interrupted you." Nagi said "Go on, because you love me and?" he asked looking up at his panting partner. Schuldig shook his head and Nagi was about to goad him on but Schuldig took a breath. "Maggie." he said a warning that their daughter was up and on the move. Nagi quickly stood, adjusted Schuldig's boxers back in their proper place, his own tented from their activities and he stood facing the window overlooking the bay as he grabbed his coffee. His daughter, their daughter, entered the room a moment later, sleepy eyed and yawning. "Papa." she addressed Schuldig, "I had a dream about pancakes" she told him. Schuldig knew that wasn't true but he looked amazed anyway "You must be psychic" he told her with a smile "We were about to make some!" Maggie looked delighted at this and Nagi gave a little nod, still facing the sink. "It's beautiful out." he told her "Why don't you run to the workshop and get your tea party china? We'll have a fancy breakfast on the deck?" "Can we have the linens?" She asked sounding more excited by this idea, as if she couldn't believe she woke up to such a dream. "Of course, and all the whipped cream you want." Schuldig nodded, hoping they had whipped cream, asking Nagi silently if they had whipped cream, Nagi nonverballyconfirmed they did, and then planted a secondary use for it in his mind as well. "You take your time, make sure everything is perfect." Schuldig said with a nod and watched as Maggie rushed from the room and out the sliding glass door. in her rush she left it open and Nagi closed it from where he was standing, then locked it as well. "You're evil." Schuldig said turning toward him with a little laugh, finding it amusing he locked their daughter out of the house to get some more alone time. "You've just gone soft." Nagi said reminding him again, and then there was a force around his cock again getting him to groan, Nagi pulled on his t-shirt bringing him in for another deep kiss. "Lets get married." he said outloud finally agreeing with him, and he pulled him down to the floor, pushing him to his back as he climbed on top of him, hurriedly stripping them both of their clothes much to Schuldig's delight. "I didn't expect this reaction from you." He said honestly, though not finding a problem with it. "Shut up. I'm just horny." "Horny for looove" he teased, even as knew it was more than that. Schuldig had asked him a long time ago to be married to him, while he was puking again from a hang over, and Nagi was patting his forehead with a cold towel, He felt the care from him then and blurted it out, Nagi having not taken him seriously at all in the moment, but he asked him again once he had been tucked in bed with his empty stomach, and tried to pitch that they should do it for Maggie, their jobs were dangerous, if anything ever happened to him, and Nagi had thought about it for a while, hurt that it wasn't because he loved him and agreed it was probably the smartest move. Even if Nagi could fudge all the documents anyway, even if he could slip off grid and make them virtually disappear in a moment if he had too, he loved Schuldig and he wanted to wear the ring. Later Schuldig had tried his best to convince him it wasn't just for that security that he did love him, but there was always a doubt there, there was always remembrance of others he had loved, and even if they didn't work so hard to convince each other anymore, even if Nagi still thought sometimes on a hard night that Schuldig just used him all these years, this was validation. Schuldig would never want a wedding just for a show. He wanted a wedding because he wanted a wedding, and this had opened Nagi up completely and validated some emotions he had buried for so long. Nagi had gotten him hard again and guided his shaft into him with a gasp. He wasted no time in starting to ride him as hard as he could on the kitchen floor, Schuldigs head bumping against the tile as he arched. "You want me to wear white?" Nagi asked him stroking his cock for his husband to watch. "Even if you turned me into such a slut?" he asked him breathlessly. "A fucking cock-whore" Schuldig grunted grabbing his thighs. "Say it again." "A fucking whore." Nagi moaned and moved faster, his cheeks flushed body shaking. "White...everything is white..." he nodded planning their wedding as pleasure rushed through him. Schuldig saw the visions coming together in his head and he nodded. "choke me." Schuldig grunted and his air cut off as Nagi's psychic powers obeyed. Nagi bounced, and cried out as he came all over Schuldig's stomach, feeling the german finish deep inside him as well as he whimpered and rocked his hips dutifully. A gasp of breath came from him and Nagi leaned down to kiss him passionately, hips still moving slowly as a few tears fell from his face. "God, we deserve each other don't we?" he asked him with a smile. Schuldig gasped and gave a little nod "After everything, I think we do." Schuldig smiled at him and leaned up to kiss him, bringing him down into a passionate embrace and letting the feeling of love circle through them before Nagi broke away in a series of small kisses and did his best to find his footing. Schuldig also climbed to his feet and they cleaned each other off in the sink before they started to make breakfast, flushed and shaky. "My coffee is cold." schuldig said looking sadly into his cup. Nagi grinned at him. "Suffer." he said before shooing him out of the kitchen to go and help Maggie with the table outside. Though he couldn't stop smiling. A wedding. A real wedding. After everything they had been through together this felt real and blissful and he was so proud of everything Schuldig had accomplished over the past few years, his mind was a tizzy, a guest list, the arrangements, when they would have it, Maggie dressed as a flower girl, and he couldn't stop glancing out the window and seeing Schuldig smiling too.

[saviormysticmeme]

ummmm..... I LOOOVE YOUR WORK （≧∇≦） YOU ARE SERIOUSLY SUPER TALENTED! Are YOU A GENIUS???? Sorry for caps...（´-`）If you don't mind, may I request an hc about the RFA + minor trio mistaking mc's twin for mc? Maybe they see her twin with another guy, so they ask mc about it or something... I just love love love your writtiiinngg~~~ I can write whole page! It's all so good that I they're all my favorite! (´Д` ) Sorry if its unclear/bad grammar... Bye（・◇・）/~~~

RFA + MTrio React to Mistaking CM for MC

Omg pls you guys are feeding my ego so muchAnd don’t worry about your grammar!! Grammar is the hardest part of any language, I cry when I speak anything other than English cause “How do say this” 

Ok anyways

Some of these are going to be those totally cliché “Secret Twin” scenarios that are kind of angsty but I’m gonna try some more lighthearted ones too because I feel like the “I SAW YOU WITH ANOTHER MAN IM LEAVING YOU!!!1!1!” “Babe thats my twin” scenarios have been used quite a bit and I don’t want to pump out something that’s already out here

If you decide you want those scenarios instead though then let me know! Because if you just happen to reallllly like that specific case then I’ll do a short drabble focusing on that

Also sorry in advance for the Choi twin ones, I just feel like they would know about MC’s twin and I the writing for them isn’t up to par with the others but I didn’t want to postpone posting for much longer because of it.

Ok I talk too much lets go

Yoosung:

He’s walking by a cafe near campus when he sees you sitting across from another guy

He stops dead in the side walk and stares in the window

At first he thought you were maybe just..discussing something? With some guy? Who you never told him about…?

No he didn’t think that at all his brain went straight to the worst but he couldn’t bare to think it so he came up with every excuse in the book.

MC’s a spy and they have to kill this guy

He’s a new RFA recruit???

He’s a dealer and MC’s buying drugs

MC is secretly a vampire and just trying to eat this guy

Every thought bubble he had was popped when you leaned over the table and planted a kiss on the mans cheek

Yoosung heard his heart-

rrrng rrrrng rrrrng rrrng

He was going to say breaking but apparently his heart rings when broken?

He looked at his phone and your Caller ID was up

“Huh?” He looked from his phone to the window, where ‘you’ were still sitting and talking with the strange man

He answers the phone, voice a little shakey “H-Hello?”

“Yoosung? Hey! Sorry to call but on your way home can you grab soup. I’m feeling like soup for dinner tonight.”

….

“Yoosung?”

“MC…how are you doing this?”

“…Doing what Yoosung?”

“Are you a vantrilaquist?”

“Yoosung pls just what the fuck are you talking about”

“I’m staring at you through a window having coffee with another man…but you’re on the phone with me.”

“1. Yoosung that’s creepy that you’re staring at two strangers 2…”

His phone beeped and he looked down to see you sent him a picture of you sitting on the couch with a controller in hand, soda on the table, blankly staring at the camera.

He snapped a picture of the ‘you’ in the window and sent it back

“Yoosung that’s my sister and her boyfriend you egg”

“Your sister???? What???”

“I told you I had a sister!”

“NOT THAT YOU GUYS WERE TWINS”

“I assumed when you met her you’d be with me…not that this would happen. This is some TV style mess.” You chuckled, feeling a little guilty. Reflecting on it, you probably would have been upset too if you thought a look a like Yoosung was putting the moves on someone else “So……soup?”

“Yeah babe of course, what do you want?”

Jaehee

She was at the cafe making -cue Savior Meme going and making a post about Jaehee owning a musical theatre instead- a new brew when you walked in

She sees you and casts a warm smile and a “Hey Honey”

The person Jaehee thought to be MC cocks their head, slightly confused, but brushes it off as Jaehee being a very friendly Barista

The copy cat you stands at the counter, waiting about a minute before Jaehee realizes their presence at the spot

“Dear, what are you doing?”

The customer furrows their brows and responds slowly, somewhat confused “Ordering coffee…”

Jaehee chuckles, amused at you playing customer. She just shakes her head and walks over to the register

“Alright, what’ll you have?”

“I’ll have an iced Mocha with extra cream no sugar.”

Jaehee scribbles it on a cup and gets to work making the drink “Weird choice for you. Didn’t think you were a fan of  mocha, you always seem to prefer vanilla”

“I do?” 

“Yes silly, you always ask for French vanilla flavoring.”

“I ne-” Before your clone can respond though, Jaehee has finished up the drink and handing it over

As ‘You’ take the drink, Jaehee leans over the counter and plops a quick kiss on your cheek

‘You’ are frozen on the spot

Jaehee opens her eyes to see why you’re suddenly so frigid towards her, but when she opens them she can’t help but glance behind you and see…YOU??

“MC?” Jaehee jumped back looking between you and your look a like.

“MC?” Your twin turns to you, face still flushed from their sudden kiss. “Is this the surprise you had for me??? A super friendly barista??”

“Surprise???” Jaehee exclaimed, still looking between the two of you. “Wait you’re not MC???”

Finally you stepped in to clear the confusion

“Jaehee! This is my twin …. CM. CM, this is my new Cafe that I run with my girlfriend!”

“Girl..friend.” CM turns to look at Jaehee, at the same time the two of them realize everything that just happened concerning the confusion.

“I am so so so so so so so so so sorry” Jaehee can not stop apologizing no matter how many times CM says it’s ok.

Zen

It was  opening night for his new show

He was pumped

Sure because of the show, but also because you had shot him a text earlier that day that you were going to bring your sibling. 

Zen had yet to meet anyone in your family, so he was excited that you were going to start introducing him to them. It showed how ready you were to spend your life with him and that just made him giddy.

So after the show was over he couldn’t wait to find you

He scanned the crowd and eventually spotted you in the crowd with a bouquet of roses

MC is so sweet he hummed to himself

That was his sole moment of calmness before the storm

He watched as his coworker walked up to you and started chatting you up. Zen was on the other side of the auditorium, trying to push his way through the flock of people set on congratulating him, so he couldn’t run to your rescue as fast as he liked.

He was frustrated but he knew you could handle yourself

At least that’s what he thought until his fellow actor’s hand found it’s way to your hand, where the thumb gently brushed back and forth. 

Zen’s face turned red, and the shade only grew deeper when he saw his douche bag scene mate’s mouth turn into a cocky looking smirk.

He found superhuman speed and agility to push through the crowd and end up right behind you, where he wrapped his arms around you tightly and pressed a long kiss to your cheek

“Honey, there you are.” Zen sounded so sweet while his blazing red eyes stared daggers into the green ones of his coworker.

“Zen? This is your girlfriend?”

“Yes, this is my girlfriend MC.” Zen squinted at the guy. How dare he pretend not to know, Zen only pointed out MC every time she came to a show. Every time she picked him up from rehearsal. Every time-

“You said your name was CM” The Actor turned a confused stare to the person in Zen’s arms

“I-” They tried to say but

“CM?” Zen questioned, he spun them around only to realize “You’re not MC.”

“No I’m” Cm tried to say

“Zen!” You interjected as you ran over to the 3. “Sorry, I had to run to the bathroom. CM thanks for holding the flowers. Speaking of which, Zen I see you’ve met my twin”

Zen’s face turned bright red with blush this time

He turned to his fellow actor and CM and started apologizing profusely 

Jumin

He knew you had a brother….or…a sister? …or both?

He lied he had no clue, he just knew you had some sort of sibling.

He was unaware it was a twin

A twin who worked as an assistant for a company but was looking to switch, so when they saw C&R was hiring a new chief assistant, they threw an application in

So here is Jumin, just sorting through some applications when he sees

“CM PlayerPants” 

He smirks at the paper, seeing all the information filled out is yours. Your home address, the general store you lived near, your school, graduation, etc.

Your picture was even you, just you in a suit and looking very hot professional

Now lets face it you and Jumin did some kinky shit sometimes

Sometimes your love life together involved role playing

Jumin was surprised at how much effort you put into this, but he wasn’t going to spoil it. 

He types in the phone number, it’s not your usual cell number, what did you get a prepaid phone just for this?

He was in awe with your dedication

Rrrng rrrng rrrng

“Hello?” Your voice answered

He couldn’t hide the smirk on his face “Hello there, Kitten.”

“I-I’m sorry?”

“Oh my bad” He corrected himself “Hello there, Ms. Playerpants. This is Jumin Han from C&R calling about your application”

“Oh! Uh, Hello! Yes, what can I do for you? Does it need any clarification?”

“Oh no no no, I think I read you loud and clear.” He lazily flipped through the pages of the resume in front of him

“Oh..ok. Is this about the position then?”

“Yes” A smirk found it’s way to his lips “Speaking of which, what is your favorite position?”

“Excuse me? I don’t think I understand?” The voice on the end was clearly taken aback. Damn, you were making him work for this.

“Well I figured I’d give you a say in the matter tonight since you put sooo much work into this. So Kitten, tell me, what would you like to do tonight? Maybe I’ll buy some toys on the way home an-”

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU????” Click.

Jumin just stared at the phone confused. He shrugged it off because his desk phone went off, and when he answered it was his father calling him to a meeting. Jumin resolved to just handle whatever happened with you when he got home

After a long work day he came in the door to see you waiting for him. “Hello Kitten.”

“Hey Babe, how was work?”

“Good, aside from this strange phone call I made today” A small grin on his face

“Oh?” You cocked an eyebrow.

“Yes,” He purred as he walked over and started rubbing your shoulders “I thought I had found a new assistant”

“OH!” You exclaim, jumping up and remembering something “I forgot to tell you this morning! My twin is applying for the chief assistant job, it completely slipped my mind.”

“Your…twin?” Jumin cocked his brows now

“Yes! CM!”

“C….M” Jumin was quick to catch on to his mistake “Oh my god”

Seven

Lets face it

You guys may be sick of hearing this but 

He knew

Of course he knew

He stalked the ever-loving-shit out of you

He saw photos of the two of you together

He insists on you and your twin joining him and Saeran out for lunch all the time

You guys have the certified Twin Club in his brain

The 4 of you spend so much time together Seven can tell the slight difference between your hair and your twins. How your twin is about a centimeter taller. Your eyes are a little more wide.  He knows. 

Which is why he isn’t caught off guard when your twin and you show up in the same room

He’s not confused when he sees CM out kissing someone 

He knows

He loves it

#TwinSquad

V

His eyesight is so bad he has mini heart attacks once a week thinking he sees you out in public holding hands with someone else

Over time he stops freaking out, he starts to recognize you easier, which means he can play ‘Spot the Blurry Difference’ a little better when you two aren’t together

Until one day he’s on set doing a photo shoot for a Modeling company that requested his help

And he sees…MC? With a headset on ordering some people around to do this and that.

The voice is the same. He knows MC’s voice damn well. 

And that is MC

“MC..” V quietly calls out but with no answer.

‘MC’ Disappears into the crowd of models

What the fuck. How could you not tell him? He was a little hurt you never shared your work life with him. Was this where you were when the two of you weren’t together? Did you think he wouldn’t be impressed because he usually focuses on more artsy photography??? Did he say something??? MC please why don’t you love hi-

“Hey Hun!” 

MC!? V whirled around to see you, but you were talking to one of the models, very flirtatiously he may add. Your hand on their arm and a sweet, sweet smile on your face as you looked at them. He could see that much.

He felt his heart break a bit, how could you pretend not to even see him?

No. No this couldn’t be you. 

Jihyun Kim trusts and loves you and refuses to believe you’d be evil *cough*LikeHowHeTrustedSnakeBitch*cough* 

He marches well marches as good as you can while visually impaired up to ‘MC’ and taps them on the arm.

MC turns “Can I help you?”

“I’m sorry, but you look extremely like a friend of mine. Her name is MC-”

The set director in front of him suddenly seems much more friendly “Oh! That’s my twin! Wait, are you V?? MC mentioned they were dating a photographer I didn’t realize it was the one we hired for today! Oh, I’m sorry, Hello I’m CM!”

Relief. So much fucking relief on V’s heart.

Vanderwood

Neither you nor Vanderwood were aware that Seven was being devious today

He had been scarce all day, leaving the two of you to go through the day in overall peacefulness. You guys had spent a bit of time together, but eventually you got up to start cleaning and doing some chores.

Yep that’s all normal

Until you suddenly walk in the door you did not leave out of

“MC?” Vandy stared at you as you looked at him, then walked straight back out the door you just came in

Then you walked in the door he thought you originally left from.

You crossed the room and into the hall, out of site. He was left a little slackjawed and confused

Then you entered from the door he just saw you enter from. Wait what

“MC how-”

You giggled and ran out another door

Only to come back from the hall

“OK LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK”

His outburst made you jump

“Vanderwood wha-”

Two doors behind you silently opened, and two almost carbon copies of you peaked their heads through and shushed Vanderwood

He was speechless and just violently pointed trying to get you to turn around, but by the time you did the copies of you were gone

“What in the fuck-”

“Vanderwood what is-”

“Yeah Vanderwood why-” An MC copy asked running in from the hall

“What’s going on?” Another one said coming in from a room

“What the” You looked around and Vanderwood was rubbing his eyes like crazy trying to get whatever form of psycho out of them. 

Upon further inspection, you realized one of your clones didn’t look like you aside from the fact they were wearing your clothes and had on a wig that looked like your hair “Seven?”

“You got me! Lucky~~Aha~!” Seven cheered pulling the wig off

“So who is-” Vanderwood looked to the last copy

“Oh, I’m CM! I’m MC’s twin. 707 asked if I would help him out with a little prank and I couldn’t say no” Cm giggled.

You all had a good laugh

Except Vanderwood

Saeran

Ok, you guys might hate me for this one

But

I feel like he also knows

I feel like Seven has told him, and dragged him out on the #TwinClubDates

There’s no way Seven wouldn’t constantly talk about you 4 being goals

He takes group pictures of you guys all the time

He shows Saeran photos of CM constantly asking if he and Saeran look more alike than MC and CM

Buuut

Even though Saeran knows, he’s totally fucked up before

I bet he’s accidentally kissed CM before when MC’s in a spot then leaves only for CM to be left standing somewhere close to where Saeran last saw MC

He’s definitely had to play the “Which one am I dating” game when you two first started going out. And he has failed and accidentally grabbed Cm’s hands, causing you two to giggle despite Saeran’s obvious saltiness

I’m sorry. This one is really weak but I don’t really have any ideas for it because I feel like Saeran wouldn’t make a big slip up since he’d know MC had a twin cause of Seven.