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Chapter 12- I Love You. I Know.

Summary: As the end of October approaches, you and Javi learn more about celebrating Halloween and Dia De Los Muertos together. After a sleepless night, and a Halloween party at the Murphy's, Javi begins to open up to you about his past.

Word Count: 15.6K (I'm sweating)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), oral (m receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, praise kink, semi-public sex (Oh the poor Murphy's...), PTSD/Anxiety around grief, loss and Javi's past, some angst/tension, mentions of drinking/being drunk (Steve is getting PLASTERED), mentions of food/eating, SO MANY STAR WARS REFERENCES, literally this chapter made me sob while I was writing it, editing it, and re-reading it, I am SO sorry

A/N: You guys. Holy shit. This chapter really had me in my feels. This chapter was def a labor of love, but I'm really happy with how it turned out!! Thank you for as always for all you kind words, you truly, truly, TRULY have no idea how much your support means to me 😭💖 Also please don't kill me after you finish reading this chapter I PROMISE *things* are happening so soon I can literally taste it, but I needed for this chapter to happen first, and you would be silly to think that *things* didn't get its own whole ass chapter and I am just as excited as you AH

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The excitement of October’s conclusion was in the air, and the joys of getting to celebrate what you hoped would be the first of many holidays with Javi was at the forefront of your mind. While the end of summer meant school was here and your carefree days were gone until next June, October meant it was time for one of your favorite holidays- Halloween. It was one of your most cherished things to celebrate as a kid, and even still as an adult. The memories of jumping into leaf piles off your swingset with your brothers, dressing up in goofy, homemade costumes to trick-or-treat (because your mom was not about to buy 4 new sets of costumes every single year), carving pumpkins, and stealing as many of your brother’s Kit Kat bars as you could without getting caught, filled your heart with a warmth and joy that you couldn’t quite describe. While the 80 degree temperatures and lack of bright reds and yellows painted across the leaves falling from their trees was much different from the Chicago Octobers you were accustomed to, it hadn’t stopped you from heading full steam into Halloween.

“So do you have any thoughts on what we should be for Steve and Connie’s? I have no problem going out to buy stuff for costumes, but I can already hear my mom yelling at me for wasting my money on cheaply made clothes I’m gonna wear for 5 hours when I have something perfectly good in my closet.” You rolled your eyes as you shuffled through the hangers, Javi sitting on the edge of your bed folding the laundry you were working on putting away.

The two of you had gladly accepted the invitation from Steve and Connie to spend the weekend with them in San Antonio, as the Murphy’s planned to host a Halloween party at their house for their friends and co-workers, giving you and Javi a chance to have a fun weekend out of town together.

“Hmmmm?” He asked, looking up at you as you grabbed a few shirts, examining them for costume potential. “We’re dressing up for this thing?”

“Yeah, that’s like, the whole point of Halloween, dummy.” You giggled, throwing a few options on the floor before making your way over to your pants. “Didn’t you dress up as a kid for Halloween?”

Unlike yourself, Javi had spent his whole life celebrating Día de los Muertos, Halloween having nowhere near as much relevance to him as it did to you, spending the end of October and first days of November gathering with his family to spend the day making Pan de Muerto (Day of the Dead sweet bread), watching the parades on the streets of Downtown Laredo before visiting the cemetery where his grandparents were buried, decorating their graves in cempasúchil (marigold flowers), candles and photographs with his primos (cousins). Since his mom had passed, Javi hadn’t been home to celebrate with his family, and had almost forgone the tradition completely during his time in Colombia, the pain and loss of his mother and the solemn sadness of celebrating alone leading him to try his best to forget about the holiday all together.

“Uh, no, not, not really. Didn’t really do Halloween, isn’t really as much of a thing down here. My family always celebrated Día de Los Muertos instead.” He replied, almost embarrassed by his answer, not wanting to damper your excitement as you dug through your closet for costumes.

Your heart sank to your stomach, feeling awful that you hadn’t even taken into consideration that Javi's traditions around this time of year were completely different from what you were used to. The two of you had never really talked about how you wanted to celebrate future holidays, and always had wanted to make sure that the important parts of your lives were celebrated equally. Javi hadn’t said anything after you had spent the past few days putting up Halloween decorations around your apartment, and now you felt like an idiot assuming he had spent his whole life celebrating just like you.

“Oh… Shit. Javi, I’m so sorry, if you don’t wanna do costumes, we don’t have to, you just hadn’t said anything about Día de Los Muertos so I just assumed that-”

“Baby, it’s okay.” He pushed himself up off the bed, the width of his broad palms wrapping around your hips, trying to ease the guilt he could tell was rapidly consuming you. “You’re right, I never told you about it. It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything to celebrate it, and I haven’t been home for it since I’ve gotten back from Colombia. I just- I don’t really know how to feel about it, I guess. The last time I did anything for it was before my mom died. I was never able to bring myself to do anything about it while I was gone, and I guess now I just feel really shitty that was the way I decided to handle it.” It broke your heart to see the pain in his eyes, pulling yourself closer to him as you wrapped your arms around his stomach, leaning your head against his chest. It was then, the realization had hit you too- This would be your first year of holidays without Patrick. You didn’t know as much as you would have liked to about Día de Los Muertos, but you did know that it was to celebrate the lives of loved ones you’d lost, a feeling that you and Javi were both all too familiar with.

“Listen…” You raised your head, looking up at him, arms still intertwined around his waist. “I don’t- I don’t wanna make you do anything that you’re uncomfortable with. I guess this is the first time we’ve ever really talked about this kind of stuff. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, Jav, and that means celebrating the things that are special to both of us. The things that are important to you are important to me too. I want our lives for us, for our future family, to be filled with all the things we care the most about, whether that means keeping old traditions or making our own new ones. It would mean a lot to me to get to celebrate Día de los Muertos with you, and if it’s okay, I would love to sprinkle in some Halloween too, because I’m fucking dying to carve a pumpkin.”

You smiled up at him as his hand slid under your jaw, his thumb tracing across your cheek as he tried his best to hold back the tears welling in his eyes. It took everything in him to not ruin his plans, wanting to run into the bedroom, grab the ring out of his sock drawer and propose to you that very instant. Even after all this time, Javi still couldn't believe that he was the person you wanted to share the rest of your life with. That you wanted to intertwine your past, present, and future with his, to have a life, a family, together that the two of you could cherish forever. Never in a million years had he assumed he’d be anywhere close to where he was today, holding the world’s most beautiful, perfect woman in his arms, as she told him how she wanted nothing more than to build a family and spend the rest of her days with him.

“Osita… I fucking love you so much, you know that?” He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a soft and deep kiss, your heart racing as he pulled you in tighter.

“Yeah, I mean, I guess, just a little bit…” You giggled, poking fun at him, considering not a day had passed since the first night he had said it that Javi hadn’t told you just how much he loved you.

“Shut up, you dork.” He chuckled, making you squeal as he picked you up, playfully shaking you in his grasp before setting you back down. “I’d love nothing more, Hermosa. I don’t know how the fuck you’re supposed to carve a pumpkin or what the hell you have planned for these costumes, but I’m all in. I want it all with you, Osita. Thank you.”

“Of course. For as much or as little as you want to do for Día de los Muertos, I’m all in too. I’m gonna be honest, I love Hallowen. Not as much as Christmas, but it’s a close second. It means you’re gonna have to trust me with a giant ass knife and cover yourself in pumpkin guts, though.”

“My trust is quickly starting to fade. Seriously though, what the hell are we supposed to dress up as?” He raised an eyebrow at you, nodding over to the pile of clothes you had pulled from your closet, now piled on the floor.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got some ideas.”

The weeks leading up to the holidays had made for fun at home date nights, the both of you genuinely looking forward to learning about the traditions you had both held so dear to your hearts. Almost every night after work, you had done something to celebrate the events leading up to the day. You had shown Javi a few of your favorite Halloween movies, including It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown, Beetlejuice, and Ghostbusters, very adamantly insisting to him that those movies were about as scary as you were going to get, blaming your brothers for scarring you after forcing you to watch The Exorcist at the ripe age of 7 years old. In addition to the movies, you had told him about other funny Trick-Or-Treating stories from your childhood, Javi’s favorite being how your brothers, (being the ruthless idiots they were) paid one of their friends in all of their halloween candy to jump out of a bush dressed as a terrifying old lady to scare the absolute shit out of you, and making you quite literally pee your pants. In return Javi shared his favorite memories of cooking in the kitchen with his mom as she made Pan de Muertos for his family, the two of you even attempting to make it one of the nights after work, milling about the kitchen together as Javi told you about his family you had yet to meet, or had passed away long before you.

After a lengthy hunt, you were able to find pumpkins, bringing them to Chucho’s house to carve them since you had nowhere to put them inside your apartment. You offered him the rest of your Pan de Muertos in exchange for a place to work on your pumpkins, and while he gladly accepted the bread, the three of you knew Chucho was always happy to have you and Javi over, regardless.

“So tell me, mija,” Chucho spoke in between mouthfuls of sweet bread, rocking back and forth in his chair, “is there a meaning behind carving the pumpkins, or is it just for fun?”

“Just for fun! Okay, it looks like we’re ready, you want me to show you how to do it, or just let you go for it?” You smiled at Javi, the two of you sitting cross legged on Chucho’s porch, pumpkins open in front of you.

“You just scoop them out, right?” Javi questioned, looking into the pumpkin with an unsure grimace. “It seems like there's a lot in here, Osita. I have to get all of it out?”

“Yeah, or else you can’t see the design when you carve it. C’mon you big baby, just stick your hand in there and pull the guts out!” You laughed, digging your hand into your pumpkin, scooping out hearty globs of pumpkin guts, slopping them into the bucket Chucho had set out for you. Reluctantly, Javi joined, you and Chucho both absolutely dying at Javi’s face as his hand met the squishy fibers inside his pumpkin.

“Jesus, that feels fucking gross!” He laughed, shaking his head as he threw some of the seeds and strings into the trash next to him.

“You need me to do it for you?” You giggled, flicking a pumpkin seed at him as he winced with the second handful he pulled out.

“No, cabrón (asshole), I can do it.” Javi grumbled as he rolled his eyes at you, the both of you scooping hearty handfuls of goop.

“You hear that, Chucho? Calling me an asshole because he’s too scared to pull out pumpkin guts.” You looked back at his dad, giving him a playful grin, his smile already wide from the enjoyment of watching the two of you. With your back turned to Javi, you hadn’t noticed the small handful of seeds he had collected in his hand, lining up his arm to aim right at the back of your head. “I can’t believe that- HEY!” You whipped your neck around, running your hand over the back of your neck, picking seeds and strings out of your hair, seeing Javi snicker to himself as your jaw dropped open in shock. “Did you seriously just throw pumpkin guts at me?!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, must have been a ghost.” He shrugged, smirking to himself before digging his hand back into his pumpkin.

“You see this?!” You looked back at Chucho, pointing your finger at Javi, pretending to be stern, although your laughter quickly escaped. “Absolutely ridiculous, I swear.”

“Javier, that is no way to treat your future esposa! (Wife) No quiero mis nietos ser cubierto en calabaza! Me encantáran en cualquier caso, pero todavía! (I don’t want my future grandchildren covered in pumpkin! I will love them either way, but still!)” Chucho scolded with a smirk, you and Javi silently smiling to each other at the thought of one day doing this with your own children. Javi had tried to stop fighting off his dad’s comments about grandkids a while ago- Chucho knew just as well as the two of you that he would have his grandchildren soon enough.

“Ella lo pído… (She asked for it…)” Javi muttered under his breath, shooting his gaze up at you as he felt cold goop hit the side of his cheek, wiping the pumpkin you had just thrown at him off with the back of his hand, watching you smirk silently to yourself as you continued to scoop out your pumpkin.

“Ahora… Estamos a mano. (And now… We’re even.)”

The 3 of you chatted on the porch, the sky now painted a dark black, filled with twinkling constellations above as you finished carving your pumpkins. Yours, a cute ghost with a little smiley face, and Javi’s, what he had tried to convince you and Chucho was also a ghost, even though it looked more like he had just carved a squiggly hole in the middle of his. It took a little prodding and convincing, but as you all talked about how the Peña family had spent many a Día de los Muertos, you and Chucho were able to get Javi to agree to go visit his mom’s gravesite on the Sunday after you got back from Steve and Connie’s party. Chucho had even promised to keep his tias, tios, and primos (aunts, uncles, and cousins) completely out of the picture this year, wanting to give Javi all the time and space he needed to go see his mom for the first time since her funeral. He was reluctant at first, riddled with the guilt of leaving her unvisited all these years, but as he felt the gentle squeeze of your hand, your silent reassurance was all he needed to know that you would be by his side, every step of the way. As you said your goodbyes, Chucho hugged you just a little extra tighter than normal, as if to thank you for everything you had done for his son, and just how thankful he was to have you in his life, too.

Even though the Murphy’s had very graciously offered to let you and Javi stay on Friday night as well as Saturday, both Steve and Connie very much understood when you had told them on the phone that the only thing that you wanted to do after coming home from the chaos of managing an elementary school Halloween party was take a very, very long nap. You and Javi had spent the night ordering pizza and watching Young Frankenstein, only lasting about 20 minutes into the movie before you were dead asleep, snoring against Javi’s chest, still dressed in If You Give A Mouse A Cookie costume from earlier today. Carrying you to bed and undressing you from your mouse ears and oversized overalls, Javi curled into bed next to you, pulling your body against his as he stared at the ceiling. Despite how hard he tried to fall asleep, he laid there, wide awake as ever, as his head raced with the tornado of thoughts brewing inside his brain.

Javier Peña had never really considered himself to be an anxious person. For most of his life, he couldn’t be. For the sake of his job, the sake of his family after his Mom passed, Javi had survived the only way he had known how- Block it out, and ignore it. And so far, that strategy had seemed to bode for him pretty darn well. But that was before he had anyone who depended on him, cared about him, anyone who made his life worth living for. That was before he had met you. Now, Javi found himself at the crossroads of a moment he had been waiting for since the moment he had first laid eyes on you. Something that brought him absolute joy and sheer terror at the same time- Javier Peña was going to propose to you, and he was an anxious fucking mess.

If that in itself wasn’t enough, things at the Laredo County Sheriff's Department had been an absolute shit show. Mexico was the only thing on anyone’s radar, making for long days and high tension at the office, trying to do anything to slow the spread of the cartel’s influence across the border. Day after day, report after report, it felt like the department was drowning in the endless shitty news of new death tolls, record breaking trafficking stats, and lack of control as cocaine moved across the Rio Grande at a groundbreaking pace. Even though he found himself even further removed from Mexico than he ever was in Colombia, he couldn’t help but feel that painful, searing wrench in his gut when he sat down to really think about it.

You.

Spending your lives together.

Having a family.

Protecting his wife and kids.

The things he would do to keep you safe.

The terrible things he had done he had justified were keeping other people safe.

The imagines of the things he wish he could unsee.

The pain and hurt he wished he could take back.

The fear of what he was capable of doing.

So with a knot in his chest from work, a ring hidden away in his sock drawer, and the beginnings of a plan to ask the woman he loved more than life itself to marry him, Javi coped with the weight of his stress the only way he knew how. He couldn’t fucking sleep.

The thoughts played in his mind on repeat, torturing him with every loop around his brain. He tried his best to close his eyes, to empty his head for a moment of peace, but no matter how much he wished he could have willed himself to sleep, it was no use. By the time the alarm clock on his nightstand read 2:05 AM, Javi had completely given up on the idea of rest for the night, quietly making his way out of bed to go wander around the living room. It wasn’t long before you too were also awake, rolling over in your sleep to find Javi’s space in the bed cold and empty. Rubbing your eyes and propping yourself up against your pillow, you scanned around the darkness of your room as you came to, realizing that Javi was nowhere to be found. Draping one of the blankets from your bed over you, you crept into the hallway, greeted by the soft light of one of the living room lamps painting shadows against the wall.

“Javi, are you up?” Your voice still soft and sleepy, rubbing your hand along your face, squinting from the sudden brightness that lit up the room.

“Osita, baby, did I wake you up? I'm so sorry. Go back to bed, okay?” Javi shot up from the couch, setting down whatever book he had been half focused on reading as he watched your bed headed figure meander into the living room.

“No, it’s okay.” You grumbled, holding out your blanket covered arms for Javi to melt his body into yours, wrapping you in a tight hug. You pressed your head into the bare skin of his chest, snaking your hands around his waist as he planted his lips against the the top of your head, burying his nose in your tangled hair. “Baby, what’s going on? Why can’t you sleep? I’m worried about you, Jav.”

“I’m… Yeah, I’m okay, Hermosa. Just a lot on my mind.” He sighed, his exhale still buried in your hair as he savored the smell of you, still lingering even in your sleepy state.

His pause alone was enough to know okay wasn’t the word that you would use to describe Javi right now. His words were burdened and fatigued, making it clear that whatever was on his mind was weighing on him more heavily than he wanted to admit.

“Are you sure? Javi, if you wanna talk about anything, you know I’m always here, right?”

You wanted so desperately to pry. Everything in you had a feeling that whatever was keeping him up were entangled in the parts of his dark parts past, the last secrets holding up the final wall between the two of you. You knew from your brothers how hard it was to talk about the pain and suffering they had witnessed, and begging them to talk about it before they were ready only seemed to make it worse. Hell, after Patrick died, it felt like you didn’t sleep for weeks, and it had taken you months to open up about it. You knew Javi hurt, and as much as you wanted to, digging deeper into the things that plagued him in his restless nights wasn’t what he needed right now. Right now, he just needed someone to be there for him.

“Is there anything I can do, Javi? I just wanna help.” The breath of your sympathetic whispers were hot against Javi’s skin, squeezing your arms to pull him as close to you as he could. He paused for a moment, letting out another deep breath as cradled the back of your head with his palm, running his hands through your hair.

“Will- Will you stay up with me? Just a little bit longer?” His voice trembled as you turned your head to lock your eyes with his, the gentle nod of your head bringing him a moment of relief.

“Of course, baby. Of course I’ll stay up with you. Do you wanna turn on the TV or put on a movie? Sometimes that helps me sleep.” You stretched your arms over your head, scrunching your face as you yawned before tugging your blanket tighter around your body.

“Believe me, Hermosa, I know it does.” He let out a soft chuckle as he pressed a soft kiss against your forehead.

“Oh shit, yeah that is true. I don’t even think I made it halfway through Young Frankenstein tonight, which is a crime. It’s such a good movie. I don’t even remember getting into bed.” You yawned again, this time taking one of your blanket covered fists to try and rub the sleep out of your eyes, forcing yourself to stay awake.

“Well, if you give a mouse pizza and a movie after a long day at school, then she’ll probably need her boyfriend to carry her to bed because she’s so tired.” Now awake enough, Javi’s cute jab at your costume for school made you let out a little giggle, giving him a little shove with your blanket wrapped body. “Why don’t we turn the rest of it on, so you can finish watching?”

“I don’t wanna fall asleep on you, Javi.” You grumbled, pouting up at him, considering he had just asked you to stay awake with him.

“It’s okay. As long as I have you by me, I’ll be alright, I promise.” Reluctantly, you nodded in agreement, plopping yourself on the couch as Javi turned on the TV, rewinding the VHS tape to the point where you had fallen asleep earlier before joining you, draping his arm around your shoulder as you tucked in your knees and scooted closer to him. You sat for a few minutes in silence, letting the sounds of the movie fill the background. As you turned your head to look up at Javi, you could tell that even though his eyes were pointed at the screen, there was no way he was really watching the movie. Reaching up your hand, you ran your fingers across the length of his strong jaw, his stubble scratching against your palm, forcing him to look back at you. Your eyes met his, the sweet, chocolate brown looking back at you, with a confusing mix of exhaustion, guilt, want and helplessness. You brought your face closer to his, your lips now only inches apart as your whispers danced against his mouth, desperate to find something to ease his pain.

“What do you need, Javi? Whatever you need, I’ll give it to you.”

His tongue swept against his bottom lip, taking one last shaky breath before his words left his body with his exhale.

“You. I need you.”

His hands found their way to the bare skin of your thighs, his fingertips barely brushing against your flesh as he traced his way up to your torso, toying with the hem of one of his shirts that always looked so much better on you than him. Pressing his palm against the soft curves of your stomach, he tugged at the waistband of your sleep shorts, causing you to shift your body so he could slide them down your legs. Reaching over towards his lap, you grasped at his boxers, feeling him already half hard under the fabric as you rubbed your hand against him. Javi held your hips, slowly guiding you to straddle him as you kicked your shorts off your feet, leaving them in a pile on the ground. Slowly, you began to grind deeper into his lap, the feeling of him now fully hard beneath you. Gently prompting you to raise your arms over your head, Javi lifted your shirt, leaving you bare as he dropped it next to your shorts.

“Is this okay?” Javi rasped, pressing languid kisses against your neck and collarbone as you ran your hands against the width of his broad shoulders.

“Of course, baby.” Your reply low and horse as you began to drag the fabric of his boxers lower and lower, finally letting his cock spring free as his waistband pushed past. You brought your palm to your mouth, licking a long, wet strip across it before wrapping it around his length, thumbing over the precum already leaking from his tip. Javi tilted his head against the back of the couch as you twisted your wrist, stroking his cock, letting out a hushed moan before sitting back up to watch you.

“You’re fucking perfect, Osita. I don’t deserve you.” He dug his fingertips into the soft flesh of your ass, his sweet, brown eyes locked on yours as you pressed against him, nibbling at his ear.

“You deserve everything, Javi. I could give you everything in the world and it still wouldn’t be enough.” Javi grasped at your face, cupping your cheeks as he pressed his lips against yours in a deep, intense kiss, his voice shaky and lustful as his mouth parted with yours before he spoke.

“I don’t need anything besides you, Osita. Eres mi todo. Estás todo lo que necesito. (You are my everything. You’re all I’ll ever need.) He shuttered, letting out a low groan as you continued to rub your hand along his length, Javi now reaching down to trace lazy circles around your clit before dipping his fingers inside your wet heat. His fullness made you whimper, wrapping tighter around his cock as you stroked him, now bucking your hips against his hand as his fingers curled, bumping against the spongy spot that made you lose control. “Does that feel good, sweet girl? Fuck, you’re so wet.

“Mhmmmmm.” You gasped, rapidly nodding your head as his digits pulsed inside you, your cunt already drenched, desperate to feel the fullness of his dick, despite the thickness of his fingers. Carefully, you lifted your hips, moving yourself closer to him as you ran your fingers through the soft ends of his sleepy curls. Sitting up on your knees, Javi removed his hand as he watched you hover over him, his palms roaming to your hips as you guided his tip through your folds, collecting your arousal before lining him up with your entrance. His jaw went slack as you lowered down on to him, taking your time as you savored the stretch of every sweet inch until you had bottomed out at his base.

“Fuckkk, baby.” He mewled, gently guiding his hands against your hips as you dragged yourself up along his length before headfully sinking back down, the tip of his cock bumping against your cervix with each movement. Javi nipped at your neck, trailing hot, wet kisses down your collarbone before stopping at your breasts, flicking this tongue along each of your pebbled nipples as you pushed deeper into his lap, whimpering at his touch. “My sweet girl, always taking me so well, like you were fucking made for me, baby. God, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” Javi pulled you in tighter, caging his chest against yours as his arms wrapped around the small of your back as he rested his face in the crook of your neck. “Fuck, I love you so much, Osita.” His words were desperate and needy against your bare skin, digging your fingers into his dark curls as you swirled your hips around his cock.

“I love you too, Javi. More than anything.” You moaned as felt Javi shift his weight, thrusting upwards as he buried himself deep inside you. His fullness had you digging your nails into the nape of his neck, your body melting into his with each push and pull against each other. You could feel the all too familiar tingle creeping up your legs and through the base of your spine as Javi’s hand found its way to circle around your clit, already throbbing as the curled hair around his base brushed against your sensitive nerves. The lewd noises of your moans and tangled bodies drowned out the sounds of the TV behind you, practically hearing how wet you were as Javi cock slipped in and out of your heat, his pace pounding as he punched into you. You could feel your walls beginning to tighten around him, arousal pooling in your belly, Javi knowing you were close as you whimpered into the crook of his neck. “Fuck baby, don’t stop- ahhhh- please don’t stop, I’m so close.”

“I know, baby, I know. Let go for me, Osita. Wanna feel you soak my lap before I fuck you full of me. Cum for me baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you.” Javi’s fingers rubbed faster along your clit as you rolled your hips, sinking yourself deeper onto his cock with each thrust, your vision going white as you could feel yourself come undone.

“Javi, Javi- fuck- Javi, Jav-ahhhhhh.” You could feel yourself gush around him, crying out his name as you reached your high, your legs shaking and fingers digging into his skin, pleasure flowing through your veins.

“That’s it, Hermosa. Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum too, fuck myself so deep inside you. My perfect girl. Mierda- Quiero que seas mío para siempre, mi amor. Solo tú, por siempre y para siempre. (Shit- I want you to be mine forever, my love. Only you, forever and always). Fuck me, I- fuckkkk.” Javi hissed as he buried himself deep in your hilt, spilling every drop of his spend against your walls. You could feel the mixture of the both of you dripping down your thighs, soaking Javi’s lap as you slumped into his body, your heart racing as the damp curls of his hair pressed against your shoulder. You both sat there for a moment, letting your chests rise and fall together in sync as you came to. “Fuck me, Osita. I could stay like this forever, baby.”

“You and me both. Although, I feel like that would make things awfully inconvenient for the both of us.” Your soft, sleepy giggles making Javi smile as he ran his fingers though the twisted ends of your hair. Carefully, you lifted yourself up, hissing at the loss of Javi inside you.

“Thank you, Osita.” Javi whispered, tenderly circling his thumb along your jaw as you curled up next to him.

“For what?”

“Just- fuck, you’re so good to me. I don’t know what I’d do without you. So, I just- thank you. Thank you for being everything I need.” Planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, Javi pulled you tighter, holding you in his arms as you leaned against him.

“I’ll always be here for you, Javi. I promise.”

You hoped he knew. That he knew your words were true. That when the time came for him to open up to you, letting you into the painful past that loomed above him, that you wouldn’t run. You would be right by his side, just as you were right now.

“Well good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” Javi chuckled as you twisted in the passenger seat, stretching your arms over your head, scrunching your face, letting out a lengthy yawn.

“Fuck, how long was I asleep for? How much longer do we have left? Sorry, I wasn’t planning on sleeping that long, I just wanted to take a nap for a little while we drove.” You ran your hands over your face, looking out at the bright Texas sun shining over the neat suburban neighborhood you now found yourself driving through. Javi reached over across the center console, rubbing his hand along your thigh as he chuckled to himself.

“Baby, I knew from the moment you fell asleep you were gonna be out for the rest of the drive, it’s okay. I was just worried I was gonna have to wake you up in the Murphy’s driveway.” You grumbled as you looked over at Javi, giving him a playful swat against his arm, shaking your head, now emerging from your post nap fog.

“Well if we weren't up fucking at 2:30 in the morning, perhaps I wouldn’t be so tired, hmmmm?”

Javi rolled his eyes as you poked fun at how the both of you had found yourselves last night, trying to ease Javi’s sleeplessness. While your solution had worked enough to ease him back to bed, it had now left you wide awake, wondering what had been going through Javi’s head, torturing him enough to keep him up. It had also meant that the two of you had slept in much longer than you intended, leaving later than planned for Steve and Connie’s. The two of you had quickly packed your things and hit the road, stopping to grab lunch on the way before you found yourself dead asleep next to Javi for the last hour and a half of your journey to San Antonio. With only a few minutes now left in your drive, you peered out the window, admiring the houses that lined the quiet streets of the Murphy’s neighborhood.

“This is a cute subdivision.” You smiled over at Javi, admiring the houses, charming and inviting as they were freshly decorated from Halloween.

“Yeah, it is pretty nice.” He grinned back, wrapping his palm around your thigh, giving your leg a little squeeze. He took a deep breath, his voice now shifting in tone, becoming more shaky and nervous. “Would you uh- would you, um, wanna live in a neighborhood like this?”

“Maybe. I don’t know, the houses are all really close together. I spent so much of my life in the city, and even at my house growing up, everything always felt so cramped. After coming here, especially after seeing your ranch, I don’t know, I would love to be somewhere with more space. But that’s a big ask, so, maybe one day if it works out, I guess.” You reached over, rubbing your hand along Javi’s arm, your soft smile meeting his tender gaze as he smirked, nodding to himself.

“Yeah, one day.”

Taking a last turn down one of the neighborhood streets, the two of you pulled up to the quaint two story home belonging to the Murphy’s. Turning off the ignition, Javi paused for a moment, grinning to himself as he ran the hand resting on your leg up to your face, cupping your check as his eyes roamed the length of your body, taking every inch of you in as his sweet brown eyes consumed you. “I love you, Osita.”

“I love you too, Jav.” Both of your heads tilted, your lips gently pressing against one anothers as you traced your hand through Javi’s dark curls, pulling him closer into you. You could feel his smile against your mouth as his tongue barely swiped against your bottom lip, the two of you so lost in the moment, you hadn’t even seen Steve make his way out of the house to greet you, let alone the fact that he was now standing at the driver’s side door, hands on his hips as he watched your impromptu makeout session in Javi’s truck.

“You two lovebirds want help bringin’ your bags in, or do I need to give you a minute?” Steve chuckled to himself as you and Javi shot up, hearts racing and faces going white hearing his distinct drawl and rapid tapping at the driver’s side window. Taking a deep breath to compose himself, Javi placed one more soft kiss on your forehead before promptly turning around to flip off Steve and opening the driver’s side door. “You two are worse than a pair of horny teenagers, I swear.” You could hear Steve still snickering to himself as you exited out your side of the car, making your way over to find Javi and Steve in a tight hug, lovingly patting each other on the back.

“Fuck off, Murph.” Javi shook his head against Steve’s embrace, pulling away to grab your two bags from the backseat.

“Listen, I’m not the one makin’ out in my driveway.” Steve shrugged as you sheepishly emerged from your side of the truck, smiling at you as grimaced at him.

“He started it…” You glanced over at Javi, you and Steve now both giggling as he pulled you in for a hug.

“Of course he did, wouldn’t put anything past this old bastard. How ya doin’ sweetheart? Good to see the both of you, we’re really glad you guys could make it.

“She’s doing great after the hour and a half nap she took on the way here.” Javi interjected, slamming the truck door behind him, slinging both of your bags over his shoulder.

“Whatever, you meanie. In my defense, I was not planning to sleep that long, and I think Halloween exhaustion got the best of me.” You shot Javi a quick wink, trying to bite down on your lip before turning back to face Steve.

“Listen, I don’t blame ya. I’m fuckin’ exhausted after trick-or-treating with 3 kids, let alone tryin’ to keep ‘em wrangled at school all day. I love those girls, but I don’t think I could've gotten them in my parents car fast enough when they came to pick ‘em up this morning. Here, come on in, I won’t make you stand out in the driveway all day, unless you need to make out more.”

As you stepped into the Murphy home, you were greeted by an abundance of Halloween streamers and banners hanging in the living room and up the stairwell to the second floor, along with a few Barbie dolls and accessories scattered across the entryway, nearly stepping on one as you came through the door. You could smell the sweet scent of something baking in the kitchen as Connie came rushing through the hallway, arms outstretched to greet you and Javi. “Oh it’s so good to see you two, thank you so much for coming!” Connie squeezed you and Javi in a tight hug before she backed away, kicking one of the toys on the floor across the room. “Sorry about the Barbies, I told the girls to clean up before they left for their grandparents this morning but I think all 3 of them are still running on a sugar high from last night and that obviously didn’t happen.”

“Thank you so much for having us! Don’t worry about it at all, I totally understand! Javi was just telling me on the way over how much he was hoping the girls had Barbies he could play with anyways!” The 3 of you laughed as Javi rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as you gave him a smirk and a little nudge.

“Fuck, I forgot how funny she was Jav.” Steve snickered to himself, picking up one of the Barbies and tossing it across the room into one of the toy baskets along the wall. “Seriously though, we are really glad you guys could make it. Your birthday party was fun as hell, old man. Glad to be close enough to actually see each other and do stuff like this again.”

Before Javi would respond, you all jumped, startled by the sound of the kitchen timer beeping rapidly from the other room. “Oh crap, sorry, I gotta grab the cupcakes out of the oven!” Connie grimaced apologetically, making her way back to the kitchen.

“Do you need any help?” You asked, excited to spend more time with Connie.

“Oh my gosh actually if you could help with frosting the cupcakes that would be amazing. I made these yesterday for Olivia and Abby’s class parties, and I had no idea it was gonna take so long and was worried I wasn’t going to have enough time for all of them before the party! Thank you!”

“Of course!” You replied, grinning at her before following her lead to the kitchen, giving a little wave as you disappeared around the hall, looking back at Steve and Javi. “Have fun, you two.”

Steve paused for a moment until the both of you were out of sight, waiting to forcefully slap his hand against Javi’s chest, making him groan from the unexpected pain.

“What the fuck was that for, you jackass?” Javi winced, glaring at Steve.

“Where the fuck’s the ring, man?! Steve hissed through gritted teeth, looking back at Javi in disappointment. “I thought you were gonna fuckin’ do it after you got back from Chicago and met her family?! I thought everything was all good with- oh shit, did something happen with the ho-”

“Shhhhhh! You fuckin’ idiot, please, talk louder, I don’t think the people at the end of the street could hear you.” Javi looked around the corner, clenching his jaw, praying that you hadn’t heard anything from the kitchen.

“I’m not that fuckin’ loud… Shit, what the fuck happened then?” Steve grumbled, looking over at Javi with concern.

“Can we maybe talk about proposal plans somewhere that’s not right by the woman I’m trying to propose to?” Running his thumb over his balled fists, Javi’s eyes darted back and forth, staying on the lookout for your return.

“Fine, fine, fine. I’ll show you where the guest room is and then you can tell me.” Steve motioned up the stairs, Javi trailing behind with both your bags draped around his shoulders

“Was I really that fuckin’ loud?”

“…Have you heard yourself talk?”

“So how’s everything been going at work? There definitely was a full moon sometime in the past week because things were crazy at the hospital, I’m sure they had to be equally as bad at an elementary school.” You and Connie giggled as you squeezed a dollop of orange frosting onto one of the cupcakes before taking one of the little bags to pipe on eyes and a mouth to make it look like a pumpkin.

“Oh my god, I think it must have been on Wednesday, I had a boy cut another girl’s hair with scissors and then had to call another parent because her daughter bit another kid at recess pretending to play werewolves. I felt really bad we didn’t come last night, I was exhausted after our Halloween party, I fell asleep on poor Javi at like, 8 o’clock.”

Although you found yourself laughing with Connie again, you couldn’t help but shake the uncomfortable feeling you had in your gut as you thought about after you had woken up in the middle of the night to find Javi wide awake and distressed. You carefully set down your spatula, taking a deep breath before glancing over at Connie, still frosting next to you. “Hey, uh, Connie? Can, um- Can I ask you something?” Connie immediately sensed the shift in your tone, putting down her cupcake.

“Of course, honey. What’s going on?”

“Did um, did- Did Steve ever- ever talk to you? About all the stuff that happened in Colombia? I mean like, I know you were there, but I don’t know. Sorry, I don’t know what I’m trying to ask, this is probably way too personal, I-” You could feel yourself shrinking, retracting in embarrassment at your overly intrusive question, unable to finish your thought before Connie cut you off, placing her hand on your shoulder.

“Oh, honey…” Her eyes were filled with sympathy as they looked back at yours, letting out a sigh before she responded. “Did something happen?” You began to nod your head no, even though you could feel the words yes burning in your throat. You took another shaky breath, trying to hold back the tears now welling in your eyes as you spoke.

“No I mean- well, yeah, I guess. Last night, I woke up and Javi wasn’t in bed. He was out in the living room and I could tell that something was bothering him. I don’t know- maybe it was nothing. I just- when my brothers came back from active duty, there were a lot of things that kind of just went unspoken. I knew it was hard for them to talk about. Charlie handled it okay, but my brother Patrick never wanted to talk to anyone about what happened, and it just- I don’t know Connie, I don’t think Javi would ever do anything stupid like he did, but- fuck- it scares me sometimes. I know Javi’s done things that he’s probably not proud of, and I get it’s part of the nature of what his job was. I don’t care. I really don’t. People do shitty things when they’re put in shitty situations. But he never talks about it. Ever. Does… Does he not trust me? I care about him so much, Con. More than anything. I get so worried about him.”

Your tears were now streaming down your cheeks, leaving your face wet as you wiped the back of your hand across your skin to try and do some form of damage control before Connie embraced you, pulling you in for a hug, tightly wrapping her arms around you. “Oh sweetheart. Of course he trusts you. When Steve came back, he was a mess. I don’t think it really all hit him until he was finally home. I guess you’re right, it was different because I was there, but even then, there were things that happened that I didn’t know about. After begging and begging him, I finally got him to go to see someone and it really helped, but even now, there’s times where it still creeps up on him. Honey, Javi loves you so much. I didn’t think I’d ever live to see the day he was in love as he is with you. If he’s anything like Steve, he just doesn't wanna hurt you.”

You sniffled, taking a step back to wipe your nose with your sleeve, your lip trembling as you tried to keep from crying harder than you already were. “But that’s what hurts, Connie. It hurts me to think he has to keep this from me, like I’m gonna think less of him for what he’s been through.”

“I know. Have you talked to him about it?” Connie’s voice was gentle and sweet, rubbing her hand along your arm as she listened to what you needed to get off your chest.

“No… I guess I should have. I never wanted to pry. I know it’s hard to talk about, I just- I wanna be there for him Connie. I don’t want him to have to do it all on his own.” You shifted your gaze to the ground, guilt washing over you. After Patrick, you couldn’t live with the idea of letting Javi try to suffer through his past alone. You loved him more than anything- and even the slightest thought of going through anything similar to what had happened to Patrick again with Javi was almost paralyzing.

“I think the best thing you can do is to go talk to him.” Looking back up, you saw Connie smiling at you, trying to convince you that everything would be okay, even if it felt like it wasn’t. “Why don’t you go find him? Party’s starting soon anyways, you can go change into your costumes and come down wherever you’re ready. I’ll be just fine with the cupcakes, tell Steve can put himself to work frosting.” The both of you grinned as you tried to wipe your tears, nodding slowly in agreement.

“Thanks, Connie.” You whispered into her shoulder as you pulled her in for a hug before heading up the stairs to find where Javi and Steve had gone. It didn’t take you long to find the pair, hearing their voices carry through the hallway from the slightly cracked door of the guest bedroom. You were about to knock and interrupt their conversation, stopping yourself with your fist barely touching the door as you tried to make out what they were talking about.

“The offer was in fucking cash, too. I was trying to make it easier so I could speed up the process, but it’s been taking them so goddamn long to close on everything so I can finally go sign the fucking paperwork.”

“That fuckin’ blows, Jav. I’m sorry. It’s not like she knows any better, though. It’ll still be a huge fuckin’ surprise, I’ll tell you that much.”

“I know. It’s been killing me to wait this long. I just want it to be perfect, Steve. She deserves everything. Honestly, I’m kinda glad it bought me some more time. I need to find a way to get her to see it before everything’s official in case she fucking hates it.”

“Javi. She’s not gonna hate it. Fuck it, tell her Connie and I are lookin’ for somethin’ and we wanted you two to go see it for us. I don’t know, maybe that’s too obvious. Speakin’ of which, I should probably go check to see if she needs anything before this party, I’m already in the fuckin’ dog house for forgettin’ to bring the girl’s trick-or-treatin’ bags to school, I don’t need to be in trouble for anything else.”

What the hell were they talking about? What was Javi signing? Why was it taking so long? What the hell did it have to do with you? Wait… holy fuck. No way… Was he-

Before you could finish your thought, you suddenly realized Steve was making his way towards the door. You quickly rapped your fist against the wood, trying to play off the fact you had been eavesdropping and make it look like you had just unassumingly made your way upstairs, not overhearing the conversation the two were just having.

Knock, knock.

“Hey, it’s me! Uh, Steve, Con wants to know if you can help her with the cupcakes really quick.” You pushed open the door, trying your best to smile at the suspicious pair as Steve shook his head, looking back at Javi.

“It’s always fuckin’ somethin’. I don’t even know what I did wrong this time, I swear.” Steve held up his hands defensively, sliding his way past you in the doorway before heading downstairs, leaving you standing there awkwardly, unsure how to feel after your conversation with Connie and the one you had just overheard.

“Hey, Osita. How’s everything goin’ down there? Sorry, we were just about to come down and- Hey, baby, you okay?” Javi stood up, concern spreading across his face from the strange scrunch in your brow as you stared at the floor.

“Ummmm…” You froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. On the one hand, your conversation with Connie had you ready to confront Javi, to finally work up the courage to ask him about the past life he had tried his best to keep from you. But as you glanced over at him, seeing his sweet brown eyes and stupidly handsome face, remembering the discussion you had just overheard through the doorway, the other hand meant you weren’t at risk of ruining your night that the two of you had been so looking forward to, and right now, the other hand was going to have to be the one you needed to play. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good, I just- I was gonna ask you something but forgot what I was gonna say. I’m sure I’ll remember it eventually.” You smiled at Javi, neither of you completely convinced by your response. “But um, Connie said that people are gonna start getting here soon, so we can change into our costumes if you want.” A smirk slowly stretched across your cheeks as you nodded over to the black duffle bags laying on the bed.

Javi’s grin matched yours quickly, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer against him as you giggled. “You sure we’re not gonna be the only ones dressed up?”

“Well considering it’s a Halloween party and I literally just talked to Connie about what she and Steve are wearing downstairs, I’m gonna give it a pretty confident yes. Worst case, it just looks like you’re wearing a white shirt and vest, Mr. Solo. You stuck up, half-witted, scruffy looking nerf herder.” You raised your eyebrows, playfully poking at his chest. Javi paused, shaking his head at your quote, firing one right back at you as he bit down on his lip.

“You just like me because I’m a scoundrel. There aren’t enough scoundrels in your life.”

“I happen to like nice men.”

“I am a nice man.”

Javi cupped your face, pulling you in for a long, heavy kiss before backing away to unpack your bags, shooting you a quick wink as you rolled your eyes. Jesus, he even found a way to make Star Wars sexy. Just when you thought you couldn’t be anymore in love, Javier Peña never failed to find a way to make you realize you’d never stop falling for him.

After putting in what felt like the 74th bobby pin into your hair after getting the last braid wrapped over your head, you gave yourself a once over in the mirror, pleasantly surprised by how well your costume had turned out. While Javi was disappointed you were adamant you were not going as Princess Leia from Return of the Jedi and showing up in front of a group of strangers at Steve and Connie’s party in her slave costume, you and Javi both agreed that Hoth Princess Leia was definitely the next best look. Staring at you with his puppy dog eyes, Javi had been adamant about waiting with you as you finished getting ready, leaning his hip against the bathroom counter, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you finish the last of your hair and makeup.

“Okay, I think that should stay. All those years of braiding my hair for under my hockey helmet are finally coming in handy for something.” You snickered, pushing the final clip into your hair to hold it into place, giving yourself a once over in the mirror. As you looked yourself down, Javi’s eyes wandered up and down your body just as fast, practically undressing you as fast as you had put your costume on.

“Goddamn, Osita… Fuck, you’re so hot.”

“Me? Jesus Christ, Javi. You put Harrison Ford to shame with how fucking good you look. I like Han Solo better with a mustache anyways.” You licked your tongue against your bottom lip, running your hands along the muscles of his arms, straining against the tight henley shirt he was wearing under his vest. You were no better than Javi, practically having to force yourself to not look in his general direction while you were getting ready to prevent yourself from pouncing on him. But given the lack of chatter downstairs, and the impressive speed at which the two of you had gotten ready, you really couldn’t help yourself. Slowly, you let your hands begin to slip down his arms and across his chest, palming at the denim of his black jeans as he let out a deep groan.

“Hermosa…” He hissed against your neck as you grasped at the bulge now growing under his pants, your other hand now making its way down to undo his belt, the clinking of the metal drowned out by Javi’s heavy panting. You began lowering your body, sliding Javi’s pants and boxers down his thighs as his cock sprang free, his tip already red and leaking with precum. You rested on your knees, face to face with his length as you wrapped your hand around him, slowly stroking him a few times.

“This okay, Captain Solo?” You batted your lashes at him, giving him a wink before letting your spit dribble onto his cock, taking his tip into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it. Curling your fingers around his base, you began to twist your wrist, hollowing out your cheeks as you took him deeper into your mouth.

“Oh, fuck me. Holy shit, Osita.” He moaned, tilting his head back, letting his jaw go slack as your head bobbed back and forth. He gently rested his hand along the side of your face, helping to guide you along his length as you took him deeper and deeper down your throat. “Jesus Christ, baby. Fuck, that feels so good. You look so hot, god fuckin’ dammit.” Javi’s words were labored and shaky as you started to increase your pace, wrapping your free hand around the back of his bare thigh, digging your fingertips into his leg. Feeling the pressure beginning to build in his stomach, Javi began rocking his hips, his jaw completely slack as he looked down at the sight of how well you took him in your mouth, saliva dribbling down your chin as sucked along his cock, hard and heavy on your tongue. “Fuck, Osita. I’m not gonna last much longer. Can I cum like this, baby? Fill up that- fuck- fill up that pretty little mouth of yours?””

You glanced up at him, nodding, your lips still wrapped around his dick, the motions of your head and wrist now becoming faster and sloppier as you watched Javi’s brow scrunch and jaw clench, a sign you knew all too well that he was moments away from coming undone.

“Such a good fucking girl, taking me so well. Fuck, baby- shit- se sientes tan bien, estoy tan cercaaahhhhhh-” (you feel so good, I’m so closeeeee-). The hot ropes of his spend coated the back of your throat, the salty, tangy mix filling your mouth as Javi whined, giving his hips one last push as kept your lips wrapped around him, making sure that you had milked him of every last drop before releasing. Letting your spit and his release fall from the corners of your lips, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, smirking up at Javi’s blissed out expression. “Jesus Christ, Osita. You’re too fucking good at that. Holy shit. Lemme take care of-“

You held up your hand to stop him as you stood up, your gesture cutting off the rest of his sentence as you helped to pull up his jeans and boxers still resting along his thighs. “I’m allowed to give my hot ass boyfriend blowjobs without anything in return. C’mon, we better get downstairs before Steve walks in on us again.” You pressed up on your tiptoes, planting a quick kiss on Javi’s lips as he reached down to buckle his belt before the two of you tried your best to fix yourself up in the mirror to avoid the inevitable shit Steve was about to give the both of you. Giving Javi a quick nod in the mirror before turning off the light and heading out the door, he gave your ass a playful smack, making you squeal in surprise, making you turn on your heels. Resting his hand on his hip, he beamed at you, biting down on his lip.

“Fuck, I love you.”

“I know.”

The Murphy’s living room had begun to pool with guests as you made your way down the stairs, looking for Steve and Connie amongst the crowd. You and Javi both grabbed a beer from the cooler at the bottom of the stairwell, quickly turning around as you heard Steve’s familiar twang approaching behind you.

“Well I’ll be damned. You got this motherfucker in a costume? He must really love you.” Steve chuckled, shaking Javi by the shoulders. “And Star Wars too?! You asshole, how many times did I try to tell you they were good fuckin’ movies?! You shoulda dressed him up like Jabba the Hut.” You and Steve cackled as Javi rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, and what the fuck are you supposed to be? A sad pirate?” Javi jabbed, poking fun at Steve’s poorly put together costume.

“Listen, Olivia and Abby both wanted to be the Little Mermaid, so we had two Ariel’s, Con was Ursula, Madison was the yellow fish and I didn’t wanna be that annoying ass crab, so pirate it was, asshole.” Steve retorted, punching at Javi’s arm, the two of them laughing at each other like little boys. “Alright, go enjoy yourselves lovebirds, I’ll see ya in a little bit. And Javi?”

“Yeah Murph?”

“You really gotta start checkin’ your pants, buddy.”

Javi’s cheeks turned red, his eyes darting down to his zipper, still all the way undone from your activities upstairs, the both of you grimacing at each other, sheepishly avoiding eye contact with Steve as he disappeared into the crowd.

It really wasn’t a surprise to Javi how many friends the Murphy’s had already managed to make in their time since moving to San Antonio. Their house was quickly crowded with all sorts of people- Steve and Connie’s co-workers, neighbors, parents of friends Olivia and Abby had made at school, regardless of where the party goers were from, everyone had collectively agreed to make adult Halloween just as fun as any kids. You and Javi were having a great time catching up with Steve and Connie, as well as meeting some of their other close friends, one of Connie’s neighbors being an elementary school teacher, giving you two plenty to commiserate about from the hellish week it had been. It didn’t take long for the party to move outside, Steve drunkenly deciding that he needed to make a bonfire, despite adamant argument that with the amount of alcohol Steve had in his system, he was going to spontaneously combust if he got close enough to a flame. Javi, sober enough to still help his friend make rational decisions, was glad that Steve was happy to let him build the bonfire.

“The force is strong with you, Han Solo.” You giggled, Javi wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss into your forehead as the two of you stared into the flickering orange glow of the fire pit.

“Not strong enough to extinguish Steve if he got close enough to it. Hey, I got shit all over my hands, I’m gonna go to the bathroom and wash ‘em off. You need anything while I’m inside, Princess?” You smiled as you nudged Javi at the nickname he had been adamant about using since you had put on your costume.

“I’m good, thank you. I’m gonna go wait over on the swingset so I don’t completely reek of bonfire later.” Javi nodded as he slid his hand down your back, giving your ass a quick squeeze before making his way through the crowd, heading towards the house. Surprised no one else had capitalized on the chance to sit down, you wandered over to the wooden playset at the corner of the Murphy’s backyard, taking a seat on one of the plastic swings, kicking your feet against the grass below.

“Hey, there she is! How goes it, Leia?” Taking a few long strides through the yard, Steve was now quickly making his way over to you, stumbling over his own feet as he somehow managed to sit himself down on the swing next to you. You tried your best not to laugh at Steve’s drunken state, but his current antics weren’t making it very easy on you.

“I could ask the same to you. You doin’ okay there, pirate?”

“Fuck sweetheart, I’m doin’ fuckin’ great. Where’s the asshole?”

“Inside, I’m sure he’ll be back out soon.” You snickered at Steve watching the beer dribble down his chin from the overly confident swig he had taken.

“Good, I don’t need ‘em right now. You were the one I was lookin’ for.” Steve pointed in your general direction, but clearly wasn’t aware enough to hit his target head on.

“Me?” You laughed, pointing back to yourself.

“Yes, you. You talk to him yet?”

“About?” You paused, wondering if Steve had any inkling of the conversation you were planning to have earlier, or if he was drunkenly deciding you and Javi needed to discuss something else.

“You know about what. I talked to Connie earlier. I figured I owed it to you to come talk to you about it, too.”

Your heart began to race, that uncomfortable feeling once again beginning to churn in your stomach as you thought about the things you and Connie had discussed earlier. “Steve, you don’t owe me anything, I-”

“No, I do. Hold on a second.” Steve turned away, letting out a hearty burp, pouding on his chest before facing back towards you. “Sorry, I’ve been holdin’ that in for like 10 minutes, I needed to let it out. Anyways… What was I sayin’? Oh shit, yeah, the grumpy bastard. Listen, sweetheart. I know it’s gonna fuckin’ suck, but you gotta be the one to bring it up and talk to him about it. If I know anything about that motherfucker, it’s that he will bottle things up for way too fuckin’ long until someone gets it out of him. He’s a good guy. He says he’s not, but he is. Saved my ass more times than I can count. That job made us do some fucked up shit neither of us are fuckin’ proud of. But that doesn’t mean he gets to keep it from you. I swear to God, that asshole is so fuckin’ in love with you, it makes me sick. You make him so happy. He just doesn’t wanna fuck up the best thing that’s ever happened to him.”

You weren’t sure if it was the right thing to do, but in that moment, all you could manage was to reach over to the swing next to you, pulling Steve in for a hug as you tried to keep your tears from staining his shirt. “Thanks, Steve.” You whispered, leaning back into your seat, using your sleeve to wipe the wetness from your cheeks.

“I know you love him too. You deserve to know. Don’t let him be a stubborn jackass to you, okay? I’m bein’ serious. I should be the one thankin’ you though, honey. In all the years I’ve known him, I never thought I’d see ‘em this happy. I promise I won’t get this drunk at your wedding.” Steve winked, straining to push himself up out of the swing, somehow managing to catch his balance as he stumbled into the grass.

“You do make a very inspirational drunk, Steve.” You laughed to yourself, looking up at him with a genuine smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Alright, enough sap, I’m gonna go get another fuckin’ beer, I’ll see ya around okay?”

“Okay, maybe a water would be good for you, too.”

“Water’s for pussies.”

“Water’s good for people who don’t want raging hangovers tomorrow.”

“Pirates are always drunk, so I’ll be fuckin’ fine.”

“Whatever you say, Steve.”

It didn’t take long for Javi to return, easily spotting his tall, broad body making his way through the crowd, beaming at you as he walked over to the swings. You tried your best to smile back at him with the uneasy pounding in your chest quickly building, feeling your heartbeat in your throat. “Hey, Hermosa. Sorry it took so long, I ended up stopping to get another drink on the-“

“Do- Javi, do you trust me?”

Your words were quiet and blunt as they rolled off your tongue, your eyes peeled on your feet kicking through the grass beneath you.

Javi’s brow immediately scrunched in confusion, completely off put by your question and demeanor. “Do I- Baby, what are you talking about? Of course I trust you? What’s going on?” Setting down his drink, he began making his way next to you in frantic, worried strides.

“Then why won’t you talk to me about it?” Your eyes darted from the ground up to his, his sweet brown eyes swirling with confusion at the firm tone of your voice and desperation growing across your face.

“Talk to you about what? Hermosa, what’s going on? Is everything ok-”

“Why won’t you talk to me about Colombia?”

Javi took a step back. He wasn’t sure if it was out of defense, or absolute shock from the words that had just fallen out of your mouth. He stared at you for a moment, his jaw locking as you could see how hard he swallowed, trying to bide his time as he calculated his response.

“Osita… It’s not that simple.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I don’t understand why we’re talking about this. Baby, if this is because of last night, you don’t need to worry about me, can we please just drop it?” The two of you faced each other in an unspoken standoff, Javi’s hands now resting on his hips as you crossed your arms over your chest. You had tried so hard to be patient, but in the moment, it was like all of your frustration was beginning to boil over.

“That’s exactly why we’re talking about this, Javi. Because I fucking worry about you. All the time. I’ve tried so hard to be patient. I’ve never, ever tried to get you to talk about it because I know it’s fucking hard. But last night, you’re up at 2 A.M, wandering around the apartment, and I’m begging you to tell me what’s wrong and you won’t fucking do it. I’m not an idiot, Javi. I can’t live in this weird in between space in your life where you pretend your past doesn’t exist when I know it still fucking haunts you. Why won’t you just talk to me about it?”

Javi could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his palms sweating as they clenched in tight fists at his sides. He tried so desperately to find an answer, something, anything he could tell you to try and justify his choices. The choices he had kept from you. The choices he couldn’t forgive himself for. “Because, I- fuck- because, goddamnit, I just- I was a terrible fucking person, okay? The things I did, they were-”

“What? Fucked up? Painful? Shitty? Of course they fucking were, Javi. You were literally in Colombia chasing down Pablo Fucking Escobar. What did you think I thought you were doing down there? Filing away paperwork? You don’t think I know that you did things you regret? That you’ve hurt people? Made choices that hurt innocent people who didn’t deserve it? I know Javi, I fucking know. I watched my brothers come back from the same goddamn thing. I tried so hard to give them space, to let them come to terms with the fucked up things they did on their own, and you know what fucking happened? One of them’s fucking dead because of it. I can’t let it happen again. I don’t care about what you did. It doesn’t make you a bad person. But you can’t try and hide it from me and pretend like it doesn’t exist. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. But I can’t if you don’t trust me. Please trust me. Please. I love you so much, Javi. I can’t lose you.”

Javi stood in silence, as the both of you fought the tears streaming down your cheeks. He wasn’t sure if he had just been hit in the gut with a giant sucker punch, or if the weight of the world had just been lifted off his shoulders. He truly didn’t know how to feel. He wasn’t even sure if he had heard you correctly. Did you really just tell him that you knew about the fucked up, terrible things he had done and that you didn’t care? That you still fucking loved him? All you wanted was for him to trust that you wanted to be there for him? He could feel his hands trembling and lip quivering as he tried to find the words to speak.

“Osita… I- fuck, baby. Osita, I’m so sorry. I trust you with my fucking life. You- You don’t deserve to have to deal with with all the fucked up things I’ve done. I don’t wanna scare you away, baby. You’re the best thing that’s ever fucking happened to me and I was so terrified if you found out about the terrible person I used to be, you’d leave. It’s not fair to you, I can’t expect you to carry the weight of all the fucking things I’ve done, too. I’m so sorry.” Quietly, Javi sat down next to you on the empty swing, burying his hands in his face. Gently, you reached over, pulling his hands away, forcing him to look at you.

“Whatever you tell me isn’t gonna scare me away. I promise. The only thing that’s gonna scare me is when you try to pretend you’re okay when you’re not. Javi… Javi, I just- I just wanna be there for you. I don’t want you to have to do it alone. I’d do anything for you. I trust you more than anyone. You’re my best friend. I just- fuck- I just want you to trust that I’ll always be there for you to. I promise.”

And just like that, the last brick holding up the wall between you and Javier Peña collapsed. There was nothing left to run from. Nothing left to hide. After he returned home, he was a changed man. He had hated the person he had become. Maybe there was a part of him that didn’t want to be loved, because he didn’t believe that he deserved to be. But then, there was you.

You.

You had taken everything he had known and changed his life for the better. You had become his better half, the person he loved more than anyone in the world. You had proved he was worthy of more than just existing- you had proved to Javi that he was worth the love and happiness you had promised him from the moment you had come into his life and made it worth living for.

“You promise?”

“I promise. Always.”

The way Javi grabbed you and wrapped you in his arms, grasping at the back of your shirt as he pulled you in tighter, feeling the hot breath of his silent sobs against your shoulder told you everything you needed to know. You didn’t know much, but if there was one thing you did know, it was that you loved Javier Peña more than life itself. As quickly as it had felt like your life had fallen apart, he had come into it and picked up the broken pieces to put it back together. And on an October night in San Antonio, sitting on an old wooden swing set in the Murphy’s backyard, you hoped that Javi knew that you would always be there to pick up the shattered parts of his past, too.

You weren’t sure how many hours had passed as you sat hand in hand in the swings with Javi as you listened to anything and everything he had to say. Long after the backyard was empty, and the bonfire had faded to embers and ashes, and the only one left awake besides the two of you was Connie, trying to drag Steve back inside from the plastic lawn chair he had passed out on, you finally made your way up to bed for the best sleep the two of you had in a very, very long time. Your goodbyes to the Murphy’s had been short and sweet- Connie exhausted from the late night, and Steve barley coherent from how hungover he was, you were still both so thankful the two of you had made the journey out to see them, and the both of you, just as grateful for the sweet and supportive life long friends you knew the Murphy’s would become. Most of your drive back to Laredo was spent in a comfortable silence, the golden sunrise spilling through the windows of Javi’s truck as you cruised down the highway, Javi’s hand never leaving yours, your fingers intertwined together as his thumb gently rubbed against your soft skin and your head rested against his broad shoulder.

“How are you feeling about seeing your mom today?” You asked, lightly squeezing his arm as you smiled up at him, now exiting off the freeway quickly approaching the cemetery where you planned to meet Chucho to celebrate Día De Los Muertos, trying your best to comfort Javi as he prepared to see his mom’s gravesite for the first time since her funeral almost a decade ago. Javi let out a quiet sigh, his grip tightening just a little tighter around your hand as he looked over at you, a surprisingly calm look flooding his face.

“I’m actually doing okay. Better than I would have thought. I think I was always so worried that she wouldn’t be proud of me and the man I’d become after she was gone. I um- I finally think that she’d be proud of me now.” He glanced over at you, his smile soft and tender as he soaked in the reason for his pride sitting right beside him.

You noticed Chucho’s truck as you pulled up to park along the edge of the small cemetery, Chucho excitedly waving you down as you both hopped out of the car. Walking around to Javi, you were quick to grab his hand, giving him a reassuring grip as the two of you made your way through the gravestones along the thin cobblestone path towards Chucho, already arranging the items he had collected for Lucia’s ofrenda.

“Hola, niños.” Chucho grinned, wrapping his arms around the both of you. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Thanks for letting me be a part of today, Chucho. I know… Well, I just- I’m really honored to- just, thank you.” Chucho wasted no time pulling you into your own hug, his rough and worn hands holding you by the shoulders as he looked at you with misty eyes.

“Mija, I should be thanking you. If it wasn’t for you, I don’t know if we would all be here today. Lucia’s last wish to me was that I would promise to make sure Javier was happy. Now hija, I think my sweet Lucia can rest a little easier knowing someone else has already fulfilled my promise for me.” As the two of you spoke, you hadn’t noticed as Javi had quietly stepped over to his mother’s gravestone, crouching next to it, his fingers delicately tracing along the engraved letters of her name, his other hand holding one of the marigold flowers Chucho had brought with him. The two of you watched quietly as Javi sat next to his mom, gently placing the flower on the shiny stone as he spoke.

“Hola, mamá. Te extrañé. Siento haber tarado tanto.” (Hi mom. I missed you. I’m sorry I took so long). Javi’s voice trembled as he took a deep breath in, slowly exhaling as his hand rested on the stone, warm from the sun, shining brightly in the blue November sky. “Que estaba asustada de de verte porque estaba orgullosala de la persona en la que me había convertido. Que no quería decepcionarte. Tenía miedo mucho, mamá. Me sentí como si todo se derrumbase. solo quería olvidar. Pero entonces…” (I was scared to see you because I wasn’t proud of the person I’d become. I didn’t want to disappoint you. I was so scared, mom. I felt like I let everyone down. I just wanted to forget. But then…). Javi turned his head, seeing you and Chucho, arm in arm, a smile growing across his face as looked back at the two people in life he loved the most. He took an extra moment to stare at you and the soft grin spread between your cheeks, basking in the comfort and warmth of the woman who had forever changed his life for the better. “Pero entonces, mamá, La conocí. Que es perfecta. Nunca supe que podías amar tanto a alguien. Ella es lo mejor que me ha pasado. La habrías amado.ella es una maestra, tambien. A veces me pregunto qué ve en mí. No sé qué hice para merecerse. voy a pedirle que se case conmigo.Cuidaré bien de ella. Ella se merece todo lo que le pueda dar y más. Espero que estés orgulloso de mí, mamá. te echo mucho, Pero le juro a usted, al fin soy feliz. Te amo, mamá.” (But then, mom, I met her. She is perfect. I never knew you could love someone so much. She is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You would have loved her. She’s a teacher too. Sometimes, I wonder what she sees in me. I don’t know what I did to deserve her. I’m gonna ask her to marry me. I’m gonna take such good care of her. She deserves everything I can give her and more. I hope you’re proud of me, mamá. I miss you so much, but I promise you, I’m finally happy. I love you, mom.)

With a gentle nudge from Chucho, you softly stepped behind Javi, gently placing your hands on his shoulders before he rose up and you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest as he wiped away the tears welling behind his eyes. Staring down at Lucia’s gravestone, Javi ran his hand through your hair, carefully planting a kiss against your head and burying his nose in the soft waves of your hair.

“I wish I would have had the chance to have met you, Mrs. Peña. I would have had someone else to commensurate with over all of the crazy teaching stories I’m sure the both of us have. Maria, Estelle and Linda all miss you a lot too, but I’m sure they haven’t changed a bit. Thanks for raising such a good son. I don’t know what I would do without him. I know he says that he doesn’t know what he did to deserve me, but I really think it should be the other way around. I promise I’ll look out for him.” You tried your best to smile through your soft sobs, looking up at Javi, tears streaming down his wet cheeks. It wasn’t long before Chucho had snuck up behind you, patting each of you on the back before smiling down at Lucia, too.

“Estos dos están tan enamorados, Lucia. Tal vez más que tú y yo. Ella es una buena chica. Estoy muy contenta de que ella sea parte de nuestra familia. Finalmente tendremos a nuestros nietos, también.” (These two are so in love, Lucia. Maybe even more than you and I. She is a great girl. I am so happy she is a part of our family. We are finally going to get our grandchildren, too). Chucho winked, nudging Javi in the side, forcing him to laugh through his tears, shaking his head at his dad’s comment. “Now, no more tears, you two. This is a happy day. Your mamá is smiling down on you, and I can almost hear here scolding me to keep you from crying anymore. C’mon, let’s decorate and eat, I even brought pozole.”

The three of you spent the next hour decorating Lucia’s grave with bright orange and gold cempazuchitl (marigold flowers) and little Calaveras (sugar skulls) painted in bold colors and refined details, sharing and laughing about Javi’s favorite memories of his mother while snacking on the Pozole Chucho had brought to share. For the first time in a long time, Javi no longer felt guilt and grief when he thought about his mom- her memory filled him with love and joy. He wasn’t the same bitter, broken man he was when he had said his final goodbyes to his mother all those years ago. While he wished he could change the past, the reality of the present, and his future finally brought him peace, knowing he could be proud of the man he had become, thanks to you.

As Javi helped Chucho to clean up the extra flowers and decorations he had brought, you couldn’t help yourself from reaching at the wrinkled photo you had shoved in your pocket as you had packed up to leave from the Murphy’s this morning. You carefully took it out, holding it gently in your hands as you tried to uncrinkle the edges. “You ready, Hermosa?” Javi called out, now a few steps ahead of you, making his way back towards the truck. “Hermosa?” He asked again, thinking perhaps you hadn’t heard him the first time. When he was greeted by silence again, he looked back to see you staring at the crumpled photo in your hands.

“I um- I know that he isn’t buried here, and uh, if you don’t want me to, it’s okay- but um- is it, is it alright if I leave a couple flowers for Patrick?” You sniffed, a tear dropping down on the photo of the two of you, Patrick holding you in a headlock as you laughed with a wide, toothy grin, drowning in one of his old Blackhawks jerseys that you were so excited to wear because it belonged to him.

“Of course, Osita. Of course it is.” Javi smiled at you softly, turning back around with the tub of leftover decorations, making his way towards you. Quietly, you walked back over to Lucia’s gravestone, carefully setting down the picture of you and Patrick next to it, putting a few marigolds over top of it so it stayed pinned in place from the warm breeze.

“I miss you, asshole. You deserved so much better. I hope you don’t still think that I hate you. I mean, I do, but you know what I mean. Honestly, you were lucky you didn’t have to live through the Blackhawks losing in the playoffs this year, that fucking sucked. Mom and Dad and Charlie and David all miss you too. I finally went back home to see them. It still wasn’t the same without you there, but I know you don’t hurt anymore. I hope that you don’t hurt anymore. I love you, Patrick. Crack open a cold one up there for me, okay?” Trying your best to not to uncontrollably sob, you sniffled, wiping the tears running down your face as you leaned your head against Javi’s chest. He ran his hand along your back as he held you tighter, letting you take a moment to get everything out before you took a deep breath, nodding your head as if to signify to Javi and yourself that you were okay.

“You okay, Osita? We can take all the time you need, baby.” Javi whispered, pressing a gentle kiss into your shoulder.

“No, I’m okay. I just- I wanted to do something for him, too. Thanks, Javi. I love you.”

“I know.”

After several more long hugs goodbye with Chucho, you and Javi began your journey back home, marveling at the beautiful sunset, painting the sky with bright pinks and oranges and the warmth and comfort of Lucia and Patrick’s presence. You were so lost in thought staring out at the fading sky, you hadn’t even noticed that Javi had detoured from your usual route home until he had said something to you. “You okay if we make a quick pit stop on the way home, Osita?” You nodded, smiling at the golden glow covering his face. It wasn’t long until you were veering off the main road, Javi turning to make his way down a tree lined gravel pathway with a “For Sale” sign posted in front of it.

“For sale?” You questioned, looking over at Javi before peering out your window to watch the trees lining the path pass by you as the gravel crunched under the truck’s tires.

“Yeah, uh- I was talking with Steve at the party yesterday and he- uh, one of his buddies said he was looking to get out of the city- wanted a plot of land to build on. Said he had heard good things about Laredo but didn’t have time to go check things out for himself, so I told him I would go take a look around and let Steve know what I thought.” Javi replied, trying his best to sound nonchalant as you shrugged before looking back out the window. As you reached the end of the path, the trees opened to reveal a beautiful, lush green field, the sun setting perfectly along the rolling hills of the horizon in front of you. Turning off the ignition, Javi gestured for the both of you to get out of the truck so you could go take a look around.

“Jav… This is beautiful.” You marveld, grinning as you took in the beauty of the open space drenched in golden sunset.

“You like it?” Javi grinned, laughing as you spun around, the gentle breeze blowing your hair in and out of your face.

“Oh my God, yeah. Tell Steve’s friend to get on this place ASAP before I scrounge up every penny I have and sell one of my kidneys on the black market to buy it from him. There doesn’t even need to be a house, I’ll just lay in the empty field, perfectly content.” You giggled, letting out a happy sigh as you grabbed Javi’s hand, leaning your head against his arm as you admired the sun slipping away below the horizon.

“I’ll take that as a yes then. He said he’s wanting to build a house here, do you think- do you think that he would think it’s got enough space? It’s not too far from everything? I know it’s a little farther from downtown and a longer drive to work- if uh, if he works by where we do, you don’t think that’d be a problem? For him?” Javi squeezed back, trying his best not to stumble over his words.

“Are you kidding me? It’s literally perfect out here, Javi. Could you imagine getting to see this every night? He better put some big windows on this house so he can get all of the sunlight, oh my god, it would be so pretty. It’s not even that far from everything, and the view makes the extra drive time worth every minute. I know it’s probably a far way off, and we haven’t really talked about it, but I would love to live at a place like this someday.”

Javi smiled to himself, looking down at you as you rested against him, soaking in every ounce of you as he shifted his arm to wrap around your waist, gently rubbing his thumb along the soft hem of your shirt before letting out a content sigh.

“Yeah. Me too.”

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Halloween's Night (Solar Lunacy! DCA x Reader Drabble)

This was orignally a prompt drabble, but I got carried away so now it's a simple Halloween drabble of it's own without the prompt.

Set in future ARC 2 (lateish) of Solar Lunacy: The DCA's reputation has improved, Moon has been reinstated as the Daycare Attendant and is doing well so far combatting the virus. Fire has not happened yet.

With no prior plans made, you are working the evening to night shift at the Pizzaplex's Daycare on Halloween night, so you practice Trick or Treating Safty with Sun and the kids, and witness a sweeter, softer moment with Moon. Also, everyone is forced to wear costumes. Including you, to which you get teased for.

The reader has a 'themed' costume, but the actaul apperence of the costume is not described, and up to visual interprietation

WordCount: 4,000+ | AO3 Link (preffered for comments!)

Halloween was a favorite holiday, if you couldn't notice from the absolute takeover scary and pumpkin themed decor had over your neighbors lawns and in the front window of every store you pass by on the drive to work. One of the best holidays, something to look forward to all year, and stores know this, jacking up heavy prices of candy for trick or treaters for the special night.

Fazbear Entertaient is no different. The moment the calender struck October 1st, Halloween decor started appearing in every neon hall and nearly everything was spook themed. Even the band members received 'make-overs' or costume changes to help with the Halloween Spirit.

Chica was a vampire, her hunger for pizza now a thirst for blood! (Or so she likes to loudly proclaim) while Roxy was a werewolf hunter, which, you find terribly ironic but she looks great in the typical lumber-jack style with a trench coat, it almost reminds you of pirate themed aesthetic, but you don't bring that part up.

Freddy is a wizard. Really. He's a wizard, complete with wizard hat on top of his original top hat and sparkly cape behind him. He looks goofy, but that was the goal, and the kids really love when he waves his 'magical hands', pulls out candy from his cape (which thankfully hid his chest compartment) and handed them out.

Monty is a zombie, complete with fake painted 'stitches' across his body with new paint that makes some parts slightly discolored from the rest of him. You wouldn't think that he would have liked playing the part, but turns out the Gator actaully likes to jump out and scare people, hands out and threatening to eat little ones as they run, giggling.

All their costumes were cute!

You, on the other hand, were quite surprised when you clocked in for your shift, and a staffbot rolls up to you with a brown paper bag, shoving it into your hands before giving you a quick thumbs up and rolling away.

Inside, to your exact measurements, is a costume that looks like a space themed fairy-type of thing that looks more like it would be suited for a child who couldn't decide what to dress up as rather than for an employee with unreasonable mangment. It even came with shoes.

....actaully, you shouldn't be surprised. Ever since your 'promotions, you should have seen things like this coming. You were hoping you could get away with just the bear-ears.

You change in the employee break room before heading out, and the Daycare, as always, is very busy when you arrive.

You hear them before you see them, children laughing as the Daycare Attendant chases them throughout the jungle gym, dark shapes through the plastic parts until they come rolling out of the tube slides. Even the tykes were in costumes, most of them onsies their parents picked out. Adorable.

Sun's costume change was interesting: a long black cape over his usual clown attire, and two painted devil horns on the appropriate spots on his sunrays. The clown ruffles were missing, and his colorful pants were replaced by puffy black pants, a tight shirt that made his chasis look like a skeleton's ribcage and with long sleeves with bones on the fabric as well.

The ribbons on his wrist remain, and so do the shoes with the bells. There's a hood on the back too and something attatched to his hip, but the hood is down because it would never fit around his rays, and the object is obscured behind the cape.

No where near as colorful as the animatronic usually liked, but he didn't seemed bothered; the kids were having a hell of a time with his new 'scary' apperence.

You take your place at the security desk right as the first parent arrives to come check out their kid, and Sun bounds up right with the toddler in his arms before you even call for him. After formalities, the paperwork (not really nesssasary, since robots can handle all the stuff in their brains anyway, but it makes you feel useful) and waving the two off, he turns to greet you.

Actaully, he gives you a full look-over, hand on cheek and humming. The displeasure on your face is plain, so you know his voice is teasing when he speaks. "Well, don't you look like a doll-!-"

"Shut it." You huff, and amusement flashes across the animatronic's face, and you subconsioudly adjust the straps of the fairy wings you've been tasked to wear with a sour frown. "I didn't choose the costume."

"Really! Because I think it suits you very well-"

You wack him with the clipboard, and Sun fakes hurt. "Boo. What are you supposed to be?"

He grings. "I have no idea! A demon, I think." Sun hunches over, fingers curled to mimick claws and turns from you to yell out towards the gaggle of children who were peering over at you two curiously. "Maybe the kind that eats little boys and girls that don't brush their teeth!"

A small collective gasp, a few giggles, hiding their faces away back into their coloring books as Sun gives them a final lookover and return back to you. "Whatdya think? Scary enough for ya?"

"Terrifying." You smile. "What am I supposed to be doing today? Aside from checkouts." You look towards the children, not many left.Looks like most of them have already been picked up.....That's...earlier, than usual."

Sun claps his hands together. "It's Halloween! Families come to pick up little ones early to start trick or treating! The Daycare will be closing a few hours early tonight!"

Oh, good. Less human interaction for you then. You sit yourself at the Security desk, eyeing the suspisouly full bowl of Fazbear themed candy that's been placed there. "Nice. Are these free for the taking?"

"Not quite yet." A metal hand clasps onto your shoulder, fingers tapping on your clothes. "And you know what? I could really use a little fairy helper right now-"

"Sunny-"

"Trick or Treating saftey! Super important! Some of these kiddos are trick or treating for the first time ever tonight, lets do a test run!" He leans back away from you, giddy and chipper as usual. Pretty sunny guy for being a demon.

You raise a brow, hand inching towards the treat bowl. "So...you want me to play the person at the door?"

"Correct!" Without missing a beat or moving his gaze, he gently slaps your hand away, and you pout as he continues. "I'll help encourage them, you just pretend to be 'answering the door' and give one piece of candy when they're ready-don't give anything with peanuts to Lewis, you see that one? Little one, blue dinorsouar onsie, yes. Good, good-and you can have any remaining candy left over!"

That bit caught your attention. "Can I have some now?"

"It would make the kids sad to see you eating candy when they're only allowed one." Sun's lowers, smile softening. "So no. You cannot."

Your response is a wrinkled nose and a frown. He pats your head in a mock show of empathy and tuts at your impatience.

The kids are giddy when Sun gathers them and tells them the rules as you prepare yourself to be the 'door greeter' in this little scenerio. For this, you crouch underneath the security desk where you can't be seen, await for a child to knock on the 'door' (aka, the wood of the desk) before popping up and going about the scenerio. It's silly, and a few onlookers that are leaving peer through the glass at your shenanigans, but you're smiling anyway.

The first knock comes, two hits on the wood and you pop out from the behind the desk. "Hello! And what are you supposed to be!"

The child, a boy with glasses too big for his face and wearing a skeleton onsie, timidly holds out his hands, eyes big and expectant. He has a slight lisp when he talks, excited. "Trick or Treat!"

You shift your eyes to Sun, and siliently the animatronic returns your knowing gaze. Well, he didn't really answer your question, but it's the enthusiasim that counts. "Oh my, here you go."

You place a piece of candy in his palm, and the boy immediatly turns to run off.

"Now what do we say?" Sun calls out to the boy's retreating form, half sticking out of a sliding tube.

The other children watch intently as the boy freezes, scuttles back out of the tube and running up to you. "T-thank you."

"Veeeery good job!" Sun praises, and you smile at the child to emphsize his praise. "Now what do we do?"

The boy answers, his voice joined by the choir of other children answering with him all out of synch. "Go back to our parents."

"That's right! You're a very smart bunch of fellas, aren't you?" Sun, who stands across the length of the room that would consitute a mock distance of the sidewalk to a front door, nods in approval as the candy holding tyke runs up to him, pinching the little one's cheek and cooing. He played the 'parent' while you were the door greeter, and you watched as he clapped and praised the children for following such a good example before ducking back underneath the desk.

The animatronic gently presses another child in your direction, and the process repeats.

It's cute and silly. They're all very young, more than likely this will be their first Halloween going door to door, and nervous at first when they approuch you, knocking on the desk and looking askew when you come out from hiding. That is, until their good manners and saftey behavior is rewarded with a piece of chocolate or jolly rancher, and their face lights up.

You occasionally have to break character as parents arrive to check out their children, the group dwindling little as the candy in your bowl starts to deplete. Some of them are restraining a laugh or smile at your costume, and possibly Sun's, but appreciate the 'practice' before the actaul trick or treating.

The next child is the quiet one. A little pigtailed girl that never talks, in an alien themed costume with a Moon plushie that's clutched tightly to her chest.

This girl never liked Sun, scared of him, so he doesn't push her too much as he gestures for her to approuch you. "It's okay, it's just practice! You get a piece of candy for trying!"

She doesn't budge from her spot, notably a distance away from the animatronic. Sun's smile doesn't faulter, but you know it probably sucks for him when this happens. "The meeting spot can be where the coloring books are, you don't have to come near me, okay?" His voice is soft, lowered, unlike him like he was borrowing the tone from somewhere else. "Would you like to try?"

She hesitates, looking back and forth between you and the jester, before approuching in small, timid steps. You try to appear as nonthreatening as possible . You don't even hide this time, just smiling as she approuches the desk. "Hello, there."

You see her tense up, and know it's already a failed attempt before her eyes get wet. A knock on the desk isn't even attempted, and the girl takes off, Moon plushie and alien antienna and all, towards the coloring books.

You have half a mind to go after to, comfort her somehow, but Sun is by your side quickly, calling out to the toddler instead. "That's alrighty, starlight! You tried and you were very brave, good job!" His praise feels esasperated, and the animatronic turns to you, head lowered to whisper so the other children. "That one's a touch sensitive. Best not to push it."

He's right, but you still feel a bit guilty. No time to feel it for long, because a gaggle of parents appear at the doorway and your attention is torn away to check out the remaining children to their appopriate gaurdians.

Sun amuses the remainder of the children with cartwheels and handstands that make his cape fly wildly until the children, one by one, are checked out and the Daycare is growing empty.

The hours are shorter because of the holiday, so the automated lighting system is supposed to go off earlier than usual. Parents and families are clearing out from the Pizzaplex, save for a few lingering souls, one of which still sits by the coloring area, scribbling on a page underneath one of the toddler tables in quiet contentment.

You frown, and pull out your phone. "The Daycare closes in five minutes."

"Her father must have forgotten the holiday hour change." Sun interjects, quickly gathering up all the little plastic candy wrappers the children threw onto the floor and tossing them into the garbage bin, muttering about keeping the place clean. "Good fello! Busy quite a lot, I think. He'll show up, no worries."

"The lights will go out." You say, and this time, there's no worry in your voice.

Sun salutes you, saying nothing. But he does tug at your wings as he passes by, and you try to step on his cape to make him trip and fail, causing him to snicker as you stumble.

As time would have it, the lights go out at the exact time Naptime is scheduled, but the Daycare is no longer taking check-ins for the holiday and is officially closed. Funny how the shortened hours would eradicate the Naptime schedule from the end of the work day, but there was no time for sleep on Halloween's Eve.

You don't flinch anymore when the lights go out, but you still look up from your phone and desk towards the girl that has yet to be picked up. She's not coloring anymore, instead curled up against a giant plushie and picking at the threads from her own plush.

Poor thing. You consider getting up and going to try and talk to her-

-but a blur in the corner of your vision comes around to your front, something silver colored and shiny pressing up against your neck. You freeze, instictivly, at the sycth's blade up against your skin.

A low, familier voice whispers next to your ear. "Slow down. You'll get sick."

Immediatly your face deadpans, and your hands drop the series of candy that you oh-so-weren't-totally-stealing from the candy bowl. "I'm an adult, Moon. I can have as much candy as I want."

Moon says nothing, but you can practically hear the grin as the plastic, wobbly blade drags across your neck harmlessly as the animatronic makes a 'scccchhhh' sound to mimick slitting your throat.

"Dying. Dying super hard. Blood gushing everywhere right now.." You jest, and the 'weapon' disappears, allowing you to spin on your heel and take the animatronic in fully. "....The Grim Reaper?"

Moon stands there in costume, the same as what Sun wore, but the hood was up over his hat, and a toy scycnh that's more suited for a child in his grip. That must be what was attatched to their hip you didn't see earlier.

He looks...unbothered, and his behavior was playful. But then again, you've known the Daycare Attendant long enough that it was easy to hide a face when your face's default setting is 'smile.' "Managment really didn't think the whole costume thing through, huh?"

His eyes are white, the one on the darker half of his face darkening to a red hue, only briefly. He holds the scyth up, pulling down one end and releasing it so it wobbled like rubber. "Try not to look too much into it."

"As long as you're having fun." You offer a smile in comfort, and Moon's response is 'stabbing' you through the gut with the fake sycnh, to which you snatch from him and bonk him with it as he snickers. "You dolt! There's a kid still here!"

"I know." Moon is unaffected by the plastic bonking, unmoving and plain faced as it hits him right between the eyes.

"Well?" You pull your 'weapon' back and glare at him.

Moon has no pupils at the moment, but you feel his gaze drift up and down your body before meeting your own again.

"Moon." You stress.

"Nice costume." He chuckles, fingers coming up to pinch at your wings. The straps press against your skin as he pulls them, humming like one was inspecting a caught butterfly. "Can't have you flying away though-"

You bonk him again. "Stop that."

"Hurtful" He's snickering. He's mocking you, damn him. "I let you get away with too much."

"Okay, now you're just being mean-"

He catches your next hit, your hand in his palm, curled fingers enclosing your own. A frown on your face, you open your mouth to question it before you pause. He's not looking at you, rather, peering off towards the other end of the Daycare, and you follow his vision.

Right as you look over, you spy pigtails dart back behind one of the cylinder towels. Moon drops your hand, and you keep your voice low when you talk to him so she can't hear. "You're supposed to be her favorite. I don't know why she hasn't come over to say hi to you, yet."

Moon hums. "Because the adults are flirting."

You whip your head back around to him, face hot. "We are not 'flirting'!"

Casually, he adjusts the wings back into proper position. "Sure."

"We're not!"

"Okay." He taps the corner of his faceplate, near his smile that's been teasing the entire time.

You pause, hand coming up to wipe your mouth. He leaves you there while you scrub at the space around your lips furiosuly until you're convinced he only tricked you into thinking you have chocolate around your mouth just so he'd get the last laugh, but he's approuching the girl before you can retort.

You huff at him, but settle back into your spot against the security desk, where the light switch remains nearby and you have a full view of the scenerio. You won't need to use it. You only remember it's there for your own memory.

Pulling out your phone, you check the time again and a few messages and emails wishing you a safe and happy halloween from a few stores that want to capatilize on the holiday. More than likley, the father of the child will arrive at his usual time to pick up the girl, which is typically an hour before closing, but due to the shortened hours of the holiday, would be another thirty minutes from now.

So you eat candy and pass the time. You don't mind it, helps you organize your notes. Occasioanlly you'll look up from the desk out of habit and see the animatronic sitting criss cross on the floor, hands in his lap with the little girl who's too afraid to interact with anyone else.

It's funny, you think, as you pop a smartie in your mouth, that the little girl afraid of everything else's favorite is a robot with a old reputation for blantant murder.

She's showing him a drawing you can't see from this distance, and Moon takes it in his hands and says something softley that you can't hear. You smile, and return to your phone and candy. He's come a long way.

It's a few minutes later as you close out of all of your tabs do you feel a presence around you. You look up, Moon standing a few feet away, cloak fully closed and hood pulled over so only the bottom half of his face is visible, with the glow of two white eyes staring at you from the dark.

The moment you notice him, he shuffles forward, except it's weird. Like penguin walking, in fashion that reminds you that underneath the 'grim reaper' costume, he's still a freaking clown.

You raise a brow. "Wha-"

He cuts you off. "Trick or Treat." You furrow your brows, squinting in confusion, and so he repeats himself again. "Trick. Or. Treat."

You're about to jest that robots don't eat candy so you'll have to take trick instead, but a small shape catches your sight. Hands, small and shaky, push out from the bottom of the cloak. The body attactched to them are still hidden by the fabric, but they are cupped and outstretched towards you.

You understand instantly. There's not a lot of candy left in the bowl since you've been eating them all, but there's three or four pieces left, which you scoop up and gently plop into the child's palms. "Bravery gets a reward, doesn't it?"

The child only makes a positive sniffle, but the hands pull back into the cloak and you immediatly hear the sound of a wrapper being torn open.

"Thank you." Moon grins.

Then, much to your amusement, you watch as the animatronic quite literally turns on his heel, and waddles all the way back to the designated 'safe zone'. It is, by all accounts, the funniest thing you've seen all night and takes a considerable amount of effort not to laugh at the retreating figure penguining away.

The father arrives a few minutes after that, and the girl is very easily presuaded from that point to come out from her hiding. Your suspisions were correct; the father simply didn't realize the Daycare's hours were working on a holiday schedule, and apologized greatly for the trouble. You're the one to reassure him that it's fine, you're going in the daycare all night anyways, and that his daughter caused no trouble.

Moon does not stand with you at the door. He still has....trouble with older adults sometimes. So he stands as a cloaked silohellte at the far top end of the jungle gym, cloaked in shadow save for his eyes, and his hand when he pulls it out to wave back as the girl waves at him once, and they're gone.

There. The Daycare is offically closed and empty. The Pizzaplex in full will be following suit soon, and you can relax.

The sound of bells jingle behind you as your lock the exit. "You're going to stay."

It's less of a question, more like a statement, but you give him a response as you turn anyways. "Yeah. I didn't have any Halloween plans, so I agreed to a full evening and night shift. I get bonus pay for it being a holiday."

"We could do scary things." He starts, mischief in his grin. He walks around you in a circle, oddly and dramatic in the fashion that a jester knows best, whipping the other side of your head as you turn to and fro. "I can show you scary things. Tell stories."

"I can show you scary things and stories." You refute. Pulling out your phone, Youtube and a few streaming services are pinned to your homescreen. "Never had a horror movie marathon, have you, Starboy?"

Moon pauses, and thinks for a long time.

You narrow your eyes at the silence. "If you joke that your life is a horror movie, I'll be disappointed."

"Not anymore." The animatronic spins his head, once, twice, as the wire comes down to attatch. It hooks onto his back, which is hilarious to see because you realize the cloak must have a small hole cut out the back for that to even work.

"Our room. Comfortable there." His hand extends towards you. "Feel like flying, fairy?"

Your nose wrinkles, taking his hand and scoffing at his amusement. "Okay, that's it, I'm taking the costume off as soon as we're up there."

#Solar Lunacy #Bytes of Lunacy #fnaf sb #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #drabbles #moon x reader #sun x reader #self insert #moondrop #sundrop

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sing me a lullaby, my sweet temptation • r. braun

helping reiner sleep after a bout of insomnia

content and themes: plus size black reader, domestic sweetness, pure fluff, reiner being a big baby 🥹, pet names used (poundcake, pumpkin, sugar) selfship coded bc duh, wc is like less than 1K

“rei, pumpkin. Why don’t you come to bed already? It’s late and you need rest.”

you’d find yourself shouting from the master bedroom of the spacious, yet cozy cabin-style home. Your voice echoed throughout the long hallway leading towards the kitchen and living room. Yet it seemed that it was all falling on deaf ears. Much like it had many nights when you’d hear his heavy footsteps traipsing the halls…

“In a minute, pound cake. I’m just doing something..”

and it was met with the same answer each time: an excuse as to why he wasn’t lying beside you at this hour..it wasn’t for some mysterious reason; some trumped up lie to evade you but rather to avoid facing the truth. That your dear Reiner..was an insomniac! The big teddy bear of a man you knew and loved had been suffering with lack of sleep for quite some time now. You were afraid he’d overwork himself but all he’d do is give you that big, goofy grin, a kiss to the forehead and say: “ahh, don’t worry yer’ pretty lil’ head about me, sugar. I’m just fine.” Which you knew was the furthest thing from! That man couldn’t lie to save his life. However, you were tired of watching him exhaust himself with no chance of rest so you began researching to find solutions for him. Making batches of teas, buying him gummies and melatonin, even giving him massages in hopes to soothe his aching muscles but alas, nothing worked! The insane part was that when you two first met, he was a literal sleepaholic..complete opposite end of the spectrum. Sometimes, your dates would consist of you two coming to each other’s dorms just to nap and cuddle. Now the poor thing couldn’t get more than three hours a night. Finally, you’d hear getting closer and soon, you were greeted with the haggard yet handsome face of your sweetheart. Shirtless in only pajama bottoms. In his hand was another cup of tea but the second you spotted him, you were saddened because you just wanted him to get some sort of relief. “C’mere, pumpkin.” Extending your open arms for him to come jump between them and that’s exactly what he did. Jaded and exhausted as ever, the only time he found was in your arms and no matter what, he could feel somewhat at ease with you holding him close. “ ‘M sorry, sugar. I hate ta’ worry you. I just can’t sleep for anything. I’m trying..” confessing with his face smothered into the crook of your neck. You’d gently caress the top of his back and kiss his forehead. “You have nothing to apologize for, baby. It’ll be okay.”

if anything, you felt sorry for him. For a moment, you’d sit there holding him as the TV hummed quietly in the background. His arms cradled around your stomach and cheek resting on your chest. The warmth of your body was so soothing…the scent of vanilla and cocoa butter from your after shower moisturizers wafting through his nostrils. There wasn’t a single place he’d rather be than right here. Suddenly, a rather familiar song began playing in the movie and subconscious, you’d begin singing along. Absentmindedly, as you had done so many times before…when you were riding along with him in the passenger seat of his truck. When you were in the shower and even at church on Sundays, where he first heard that angelic voice. The very same one that had made him feel at ease on his worst days. Tonight was no exception! So as he sat in your embrace, letting you hum the soft melody aloud, he’d smile and close his eyes, just resting his head idly. You’d bring your hand up to gently rake them through his blonde locks. It wasn’t longe before you found yourself looking down at him and to your surprise…

“Rei? Pumpkin?”

he was fast asleep! Lightly snoring and bearing his weight on you like a blanket. Snickering to yourself, you’d reach across his sleeping body for the other end of the comforter and draped it across both of you. Bidding him one more kiss, you’d snuggle in and get comfortable alongside him.

“Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams.”

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Last Halloween: Chapter 20

Summary: After a tragedy involving Joel happened on Halloween one year prior, the town now shuns him while ignoring the details of the now closed case. You are seemingly the only one to offer empathy to a man the town is making out to be a monster.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

You knew it was going to be a challenge, but the plan you had in mind to fight for Joel's integrity and expose the Champagne family was something you had to carry out.

Across from the coffee shop on the quaint little street was the annual Mischief Night Movie Marathon on the town green, drive-in movie style with a giant blow up screen. To discourage kids from throwing eggs and soaping windows the night before Halloween, the town had created an event that seemed to draw in bigger crowds every year. People brought blankets and lawn chairs. Prior to the start of the movie there was a pumpkin carving contest and all of the jack-o-lanterns were lined along a stone wall that bordered the green.

From five to seven o'clock there was a tiny tots hour and the movie Monsters Inc was played for all the young kids. From seven o'clock until eleven, two horror movies played for older crowds that were picked by the townspeople through social media polls in September. The chosen movies for that evening were Trick 'R Treat and Halloween II.

You sent a group text to Jess, Winnie and Chrissy filling them in about what had happened, and they agreed to meet you down in front of the coffee shop.

For the time being you laid low with a beanie hat pulled down over your ears and a hood over that. To your knowledge, Vic and the other assailants had yet to be tracked down; and so you tried your best to go a little incognito.

The carefree nature of the kids' hour across the street made you smile. Moms and dads helped lift giant pumpkins with goofy faces onto the stone wall as kids jumped for joy in their costumes. The gathering was great for the community and you envisioned, just for a second, that one day you might be one of those moms with a little one of your own.

"Hey!" Chrissy was the first to run up to you and made you stumble back with the fierceness of her hug. "Are you okay?"

You knew she'd understand. She had been the only one you hadn't talked to directly about you and Joel.

"Yeah," you half-lied, but you weren't about to say no, "Yeah, I'm okay."

Chrissy pulled back, still holding you by your arms and looked you in the eyes. "I am so sorry I said what I said about Joel that night we all talked. I had no idea.." She shook her head and pulled you back in for a hug. "Is he okay?"

"He's still in the hospital but he's going to be okay," you told her.

"This is so scary." Chrissy still held you firmly in place. "I am so so sorry you had to go through all that."

"It's okay," you assured her.

Your other two roommates joined you by the coffee shop and you all exchanged similar words.

"So, what's the plan?" Jessie asked. "We want to help."

"Thank you, guys." You let out a deep breath. "I'm just waiting on one more crucial piece to the puzzle." You reached into your pocket and removed your phone to check the time.

"What piece?" Winnie asked.

"I had to rely on.. someone else."

They all looked at one another, wondering if anyone knew who or what you were referring to.

"Steve."

"Steve?" Chrissy asked, her eyes bugging. "Like Steve, Steve?"

You nodded. "It was a last resort but he has the in's that nobody else does. And believe it or not, I think he's true to that badge enough to make this happen."

"I thought you said he was a jerk."

"He is.. kind of," you said, "Or maybe that was me just being annoyed by all of his quirks." You shrugged. "We weren't exactly a love match, but I think deep down he's a good person."

I hope, you thought silently, checking the time again.

Monster's Inc. was wrapping up and the line of jack-o-lanterns stretched nearly the entire length of the wall, each with their own faux candle that left a series of orange glows. You needed the video before the start of Trick 'R Treat. Based on the schedule, you knew that left you about twenty minutes.

"What exactly *is* the plan?" Jessie asked.

You took a deep breath, sending a little cloud of smoke into the air. "Steve is getting me the footage from a security camera that shows what really happened last Halloween. It shows the truth, no ifs, ands or buts.. no gossip. Joel was attacked by Johnny when he was attempting to change his flat tire. Johnny choked him out with a chain and in the struggle of Joel fighting for his life, the two of them fell down a little embankment and Johnny broke his neck. The surveillance video shows all of that, and that's why Joel was charged with nothing."

Your three friends stood them staring at you as if they were watching a suspenseful movie unfold.

"There's footage?" Chrissy asked, her mouth hanging open.

"Yes." You nodded. "And tonight, when ninety percent of the town is here, I'm going to show them."

"Holy fuck," Chrissy said. A smile spread across her face. "That's insane."

"How are you going to do that?" Winnie asked.

You glanced over her shoulder toward Steve, who looked nervous as hell, as he wandered toward you, glancing around in all directions.

Relief filtered through your body. He came through. Your plan was going to work - you thought.

The girls followed your gaze and when Steve got wind that you were all staring at him, he puffed his chest a big and pretended to be paying attention to the Halloween gathering across the street.

"Steve." You gave a wave. His hand looked tight and ridged as he waved back. His face matched his posture.

"Hi, Steve." Chrissy gave a small smile and he nodded once at her before staring directly at you.

"They have a computer that's attached to the projection here," Steve informed you. He reached into the pocket of his shirt and pulled out a small, black disc drive. "The department transferred the footage onto multiple drives. This one should work on any computer. It's just an HDMI."

When he placed the disc into your palm you looked at it for a long moment before finally closing your fingertips over the top of it.

You let out a deep breath knowing the magnitude of what was about to happen. "You think you can distract them enough for me to swap this out before they start the next movie?" Your eyes scanned the small team you had standing in front of you.

"We'll do whatever you need," Jessie said with a nod. The girls all nodded and Steve let out a sigh.

"You do know what's on the line for me, right?"

"Yes," you said directly to him. "And I promise you, you won't regret helping an innocent man get the justice he deserves. This town needs to know the truth." You added, "I'll never tell anyone you got me this. No one would believe you would anyway, with our history."

There was a long silence as everyone contemplated what their role could be, before Steve finally said, "I'll distract them at the podium," then added. "And you do what you gotta do."

CLICK HERE FOR CHAPTER 21

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Green Room- E.M X reader

Description: Rockstar!Eddie and Best Friend!Groupie!Reader; This came from the idea of Eddie fucking you before a show and getting caught by the band but he loves people knowing he gets to have you so he doesn’t let up and now its a whole fic

Tags: NSFW MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI,possesiveness, Oral (f reciving), Afab Female Reader, Fingering, begging

Wc: 2,304k

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With its loud noise and long haired boys the metal scene was something you’d never imagined yourself dead and center of.

Yet, it was every other night you were in some dingy bar standing front row with sweaty bodys and buzzing bass, watching none other than your friend, your best friend even, Eddie Munson thrash about on the stage.

There was something erotic about watching your best friend since you were 16. The way his head tilted back exposing the thick expanse of his neck. His curls would stick to the sweat that glittered under the stage lights.

The new guys there always made an effort to flirt. Your clean clothes, tight tops, shades of earthy tones, decorated by jewelry you’d made. Needless to say you weren't what these guys were used to.

They’d corner you against the bar where you’d talk to a bartender you knew, or an older looking regular who somehow knew exactly why you always seemed to be there.

You’d tense and flush under their gaze, always unsure of how to tell them you werent there for a hookup. Or rather you were but not with them.

“Hey man, i don’t wanna ruin your fun but she's not available.” A bartender had said once, his name was Jack, he was a decently nice guy, always chatting with you while you waited for Eddie's band to start.

“Why? Are you her boyfriend or something?” The guy had sneered making Jack burst into laughter.

He wasnt incredibly obvious about it, there werent glitter and rinestones, but needless to say a few minutes in his vicinity you had figured out he was gay as they come.

“No doll, she belongs to the band.” Jack had said. Something twisted in your gut at his choice of words.

Belonged

You belonged to the band.

There was no dicrepancy between you and Jack anymore. He knew about what was going on when you were absent before shows, why you were quick to slip behind stage as Eddies band packed up.

“Shes a groupie?”

You snorted. His annoyed gaze flickered with fire to you.

“Something like that.” Jack laughed lightly, a pause held tension as the guy looked you up and down.

“I’m sure i could do better than these coked out wannabes babe” He uttered, voice dropping low as he persisted.

You wanted to laugh in his face, tell him all about what Eddie did for you. How his calloused fingers made you cry, how his tongue seemed to be burning with brimstone with how devious and sinful it was.

You didn't have the chance to reply however because Jack cleared his throat. Your eyes flicked to him, watching as he flicked between you and a space just over your shoulder.

You furrowed your brows turning to see what had his attention.

You spun on your heel, jumping as you were face to face with leather and black cotton.

There was the familiar smell that was distinguishable even in the smoky bar. Weed and a sharp bite of musky cologne.

“Woah! Didn't mean to scare you sweets!” Eddie teased, a hand that wasn't holding a sweating beer bottle wrapped around your waist.

“There's a delay because of some technical shit. Do you wanna hang in the green room?” He said lower, leaning down.

His breath was all beer and cigarettes, the common scent of a rockstar.

You didn't think twice when you nodded, his face broke into his signature crooked grin.

“Stop looking so excited, Eds, it's ruining the illusion.” You joked, only making his goofy smile widen.

“C’mon pumpkin! Don’t be like that.” He faked a pout that made that queasy feeling of guilt swell. You wanted him to kiss you, you wanted his kiss. Smile against his pout till you both giggled.

But that's just not how this was. Outside of sex you were basically nothing more than close friends. Not even his possessive touches lingered for too long.

That was okay.

Or at least that's what you told yourself in the moments you kind of wished there was more. That he actually liked you.

He guided you with a hand at the small of your back, letting his touch linger on the small strip of skin where your shirt was slightly too short.

“We don't have long, so no bratty shit today.” Eddie said as you entered the empty room.

The lights were a dim orange, a few bulbs busted and others letting off a terrible buzzing. A leather couch was against the furthest wall, ripped in places but the amount of times you were face down on it, you never minded the wear.

The door clicked behind you and Eddie pulled you close.His eyes scanned you, as they always did. He loved seeing your anticipation cloud over your eyes. And you loved staring at him while you could.

“I’m just gonna eat you out. I don’t think there's time for you to get fucked right now.” Eddie said lowly as he backed you to the sofa.

God did you love Eddie's mouth. Most of the time he would get you loose with his fingers, making you cum around them to loosen you for the girth of him. But in moments where he would put his mouth to good use for once in his annoying little life, it would leave you trembling and weak in the knees.

You loved grabbing his hair, feeling his moans against where you were most sensitive. It was always nice to know Eddie got pleasure just from giving.

And not to mention how you loved seeing his cock straining against his jeans as he stumbled out on stage, red lipped, sweaty and slightly still pussy drunk.

You bit your lip in anticipation as his hands ran along your waist, his gaze dark and wanting. It was nice to be wanted. It was even better to be wanted by him, even if not in the same way you desired.

“You look real good tonight babe.” He muttered, leaning in. His kiss was quick and soft, just long enough to where you got impatient and tried to deepen it.

He tugged the waistband of your pants down, not enough to expose you quite yet but enough where he could see the smooth unblemished skin of your pubic area.

“You shaved?” He asked redundantly, and slightly exasperated.

You giggled soft, knowing it wasn’t to insinuate he didn't like when you weren't baby smooth.

He’d told you before, while in this exact position how much he loved when your hairs grew a little long, how the burn on his mouth after made him throb.

“Y-yeah, I got waxed yesterday.”

His eyes were slightly wider, he pursed his lip to hide a grin.

“What?” You asked in his silence, his stillness was uncommon for moments when you were rushing. It was normally straight to the point, foreplay not necessary when just his smell and his smile made you dripping.

“It’s dumb but, don’t really like the idea of someone seeing you like that.” He wasn't shy when saying it, still oozing confidence as if the words didn't have your world crashing around you.

“You’re an idiot. It was a woman anyways.” You hid a blush behind your hands as he worked your pants and panties down your legs.

“Well shit sweetheart, tell her I said thanks next time.” He said breathily as his eyes locked on where you were smooth and glistening with wet arousal.

You gasped in surprise when his fingers ran up your slip with firm intention. His second hand coming down to spread your fold open, exposing where you were leaking clear slick. Your clit was throbbing between your legs, eager for more than slight brushes.

He took no time in pulling back his hair, pulling a banana clip from his pocket before skillfully pinning it back.

You loved when he pulled his hair away. Not only was it incredibly hot to see him get ready to devour you. Rather, without the thick curls you could see his face better. His light stubble and sharp features are all on show for you to see between your legs.

“Ready baby?” He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, your skin erupted in heat.

“Mhm, please.” You whimpered, feeling his warm breath against your pussy.

“Alright, let me take care of my whore.”

You cried out, the bittersweet name and sudden pressure of his slick tongue against you.

Your back arched off the leather, shaking hand coming to your mouth to muffle the noises that tumbled out.

You could feel his grin against your heat. The slick sound of your wetness being pulled from your body and into his waiting mouth.

“Fuck! Fuck eddie please!” You cried, your eyes stung with overwhelming pleasure as his lips wrapped around your clit.

You thought of this feeling often. When he’d take drags from a cigarette or a joint, you’d think about how that mouth brought this out from a deep locked away chest inside you. Only open and wanting when he was offering.

“That's it honey, feels good?”

You thrashed around, head bobbing with a nod as his fingers slipped with no hesitation into your sopping hole.

That was one thing about fucking a rockstar. He needed that ego boost that was your pleasure. Your confirmation to him that you were where he wanted and willing to let him take and take of his own volition.

“Yes! S’so good Eddie!” You were breathless, that coil in your stomach was tightened with every curve of his fingers against that spot you felt all the way to the tips of your fingers.

“Mmm, your close pretty girl. I can feel it around my fingers.” He hooked them hard against your sweet spot just to show off. You could feel your walls pulsing around him, begging for them to draw out the sweet release.

“M’ so close eds!Ca-Can i please cum!?” You pleaded, always asking, always awaiting confirmation.

“Good fucking girl. Asking so sweet. You can cum.” He sucked harder at your clit now, fingers speeding to a bone rattling pace.

The hot swell in your cunt was building, feeling it swirl and travel through your stomach as you rapidly approached release.

That was until the door of the green room swung open. Your eyes went wide, horrifying embarrassment fell over you as you locked eyes, one by one, with all of Eddie's band mates.

“Fuck dude! We gotta go come on!”

To make matters even worse, his head staid firm between your legs, tongue still working.

You tried to hide the pleasure that still overflowed from you. You gripped his hair, trying in vain to pull him away with weak tugs. Your body fought against your mind as it cried for him to continue.

With more shouts of rushing words he finally pulled off. Smiling up at your beet red face.

Just to further the humiliation it seemed he pressed a kiss to your aching clit before sitting back. His chin was slick with your wetness and he make a show of wiping some off with his shining fingers before sucking them clean.

“Eddie!” You whined, covering your face as he gazed down with a smile like there weren't sets of horrified eyes staring.

“Sorry for the interruption pumpkin. I’ll be back.”

He sauntered out with a devlish smirk, his cock obviously pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

“I’m so sorry guys I-“ You tried to apologize through the red hot humiliation.

“Don’t sweat it! Eddies the idiot to blame anyways. He knew we were already short on time.” One of the boys called back, trying to avoid looking at you while also offering understanding smiles as they all left the room.

You never had the heart to say you knew that it was a race for time as well.

You laid back once the door had clicked shut. You could cry with embarrassment, even after their affirmations. You couldn’t imagine what they’d seen. How disheveled you were and how to make matters worse, Eddies continuation.

You weren’t mad at him, he was always one to want everyone to know how good he was. Besides, they’d caught you both fumbling to redress many times, but never like that. Never in the act.

Your skin was sweaty under your clothes and the ache between your slick legs was still there.

If it were any other circumstance there would be no qualms about getting yourself off but the fear that they might have forgotten something was in full force.

You wanted to throw up but your mind suddenly flickered to Eddie's face. How pleased he had looked when you finally were freed from him.

It made the shame take a back seat as heat flickered in your gut. Always a prominent feeling when you thought about Eddie wanting people to know what you did.

You kind of liked being his groupie, even if you both knew in an unspoken agreement that this was much more than that. It was a constant teetering between nothing but lust and gentler moments where you both just revealed in having each other so intimately.

It would be too hard to not want more. To not sit in the crowd everytime he fucked you before a show and feel that swell of superiority as you watched all the girls swoon over him, knowing he was yours, even if not offically.

You smiled to no one but yourself, a moment of bliss and recognition.

You figured then, even if you couldn’t look the members in the eyes ever again, that as long as Eddie wanted you. You were willing to get caught every time if it meant you would see his want, his desires spilling over. All for you.

#sleepyspnap #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson #rockstar!eddie #groupie!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader

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saruman-the-silly · 7 months

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Halloween fun

tags: gn!reader x mountain, fluff, y'all I have seen too many Ghostface edits, just having fun, a bit goofy but the end is a bit spicy

You had asked Mountain what his costume was but he had nonchalantly replied that he didn't have an idea yet.

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You were so excited for Halloween, you've been making your costume for ages. You decided you were gonna be a forest elf, and you had made the costume yourself. Mountain, your boyfriend had been over the moon when he saw your costume, he loved it so much. He also helped you making it, adding in a little magic and charms here and there without you noticing, just to make it more magical.

After many fun Halloween activities during the month of October, including pumpkin carving:

Mountain crashed through your door, yelling excitedly: "I FINALLY FOUND SOME GOOD PUMPKINS!"

"HELL YES-" You sprinted to him to inspect the pumpkins before doing a little victory dance. You had been hunting for good sized pumpkins everywhere, but they were nowhere to be found.

"Had to look everywhere, and I spent up to like a good 30-minutes outside just looking around for pumpkins," he shook his head.

"Where'd you find these anyway," you asked, inspecting the bigger one and noticing the scratched sides of it. You raised an eyebrow, looking pointedly at your boyfriend who smiled sheepishly.

"Don't you worry about that, little leaf," he patted you on the head. "They didn't need them anyway," Mountain grinned, before taking the pumpkins to the kitchen where you got to work.

The pumpkins looked glorious, you did a really classic, scary pumpkin face while Mountain's pumpkin had a tiny ":D" face. You took a picture of the pumpkins and put it up to the Ministry's clipboard, where everyone had participated in the pumpkin carving competition. Your pumpkins didn't win, but still it was a blast.

Now, time came for the yearly Halloween party which lasted all night long with many boring but official traditions. Everyone was on the verge of falling asleep when Sister Imperator went on and on about the traditions, the significance... and then Copia popped open a champagne bottle, with Terzo blasting "Thriller" from the speakers.

Everyone immediately abandoned their seats and headed to the dance floor, you not noticing Mountain quietly slipping away. You danced with your friends, having fun and drinking the scandalously spiked punch (blame Phantom for that) but then you noticed the absence of your boyfriend.

A bit odd of him to disappear at a time like this, so you went to look for him. You got to a quiet hallway and your phone started ringing. You answered and Mountain's voice rang out.

"Do you like scary movies?" You grinned, guessing where this was going.

"You wanna play psycho killer?" You answered back, biting your lip.

"Oh please don't kill me mister Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!" As soon as the words left your mouth, you were pinned against a wall, looking at a Ghostface mask. You started giggling, while Mountain grinned under the mask, gently caressing your waist and thighs.

You pulled the mask up to see his face, and he crashed his lips into yours. Let's just say the party was soon forgotten, but the Ghostface mask definitely came in handy in the future.

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In the spirit of Halloween, I come here presenting you some Halloweenish fun! :D Hope you like it and thanks for reading lovelies <3

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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Going off anon for this because I love the danger LOL

you did an ask about the riddlers being called babygirl yeah? (Obsessed with it btw) how about the scarecrows being called babygirl? I refer to arkham knight as babygirl so often sometimes it feels weird not calling him that LMAO

Babygirl

Scarecrow Headcanons no danger here, we live for loud and open simping >:) but like same??? SAME!!! i call him babygirl too, he's just so *gestures vaguely with hands* y'know?? the rest of them are also babygirl coded, look at him, he's my big tiddy goth gf (and also ty ;-;) 🎃🧡 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: kinda fluff, sexually suggestive

arkham

he's blushing, or at least as much as you can tell

there's something so deeply comforting about made to feel like the softer one in a relationship

to feel small and cute and cared for

and he's not really experienced that, at least not in a very long time

so being told he's someone's babygirl, even as a joke, even in passing

it's hitting him right in the soul, like sucker punched

you might have thought it would be a cute and flirty nickname

but now he's crying, tears of happiness though, he's just very emotional because he absolutely is a babygirl

btaa

uh uh, you're the babygirl! not him!

unless of course this involves him being praised and spoiled and treated like a true babygirl, in which case he's down for it

he does have some of the qualities, to be fair

adorable, witty, little bit silly and goofy

supremely sexy and confident, but somehow able to carry himself as the cutie with a booty who's just a ditsy little thing

it's how he manages to sneak himself in to some situations

nobody expects the sweet, quiet, kinda funny one to be dangerous

and no one sees the babygirl and his knife with the glitter handle coming

golden age

look at this scruff of a man! now make him your babygirl

"babygirl, lemme take you to the bookshop and get you a whole shelf of novels"

"babygirl, let's head to the mall and i'll get you a new tweed jacket with fresh leather elbow patches"

"babygirl, let me feed you because you look like you live on a diet of cigarette butts and old coffee"

he might not look like a babygirl, but he has all the potential to become you babygirl, if you'll just spoil him a lil bit

and he deserves it! he's just a desperately dishevelled little guy

he's begging for cute new wire rimmed glasses with a pumpkin bead glasses chain and a kuromi backpack

#finnie writes #batman #fanfic #scarecrow #jonathan crane #scarecrow imagine #scarecrow smut #scarecrow x reader #rogues gallery #batman rogues #scarecrow x you #btaa scarecrow

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sehtoast · 6 months

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A Monster Calls (Homelander x OC)

2300 words | graphic description of a corpse, nightmares, hurt with lots of comfort, homie needs a bedtime story

A scream of pure terror rips through his throat. The world around him burns, smoke and ash blowing through the once lackluster streets of Manhattan, blocking out the sun’s rays. The world is decimated, buildings crumbling, debris crashes around him.

But… this?

This wasn’t supposed to be. This should have never happened– he didn’t fucking mean for this to happen!

He falls to his knees, voice caught somewhere between a wail and a moan. His chest feels so tight. Like a void clawing at every cell in his body to drag them into an abyss. A black hole that won’t stop until it’s destroyed him from the inside out.

It can’t be…

There’s blood on his face, on his hands, staining every inch of his suit. Before him is his Benjamin. His precious, perfect little Benjamin…

Body crumpled and maimed. Soaked in the same blood covering him…

What has he done?

What has he fucking done?

A violent sob tears through his throat, becoming an earth shattering scream as he tips his head back to the sky. The only word he can roar to the world, to himself…

“No!”

He wails and pleads, begging– oh, god, fucking begging for him to wake up! To stand up! Be okay! Be fucking anything but… but this.

Benjamin promised him. He promised to never leave him. Never.

Never!

He grips his lover’s body by the shoulders but his fingers pierce clean through sinew and bone, damaging his lifeless form even more. Homelander startles back, shrieking. He tries to touch Benjamin’s jaw, but the slightest caress dislocates it as though he struck him full force. Every touch, no matter how featherlight, mangles his Benjamin and he howls . He brings his hands to tug at his own hair, offsetting the pain in his heart with physical hurt. He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know how to fix it. He knows he can’t.

He wants to fucking die.

He collapses backward, but finds himself shooting up into blackness and he’s screaming, clambering to back away from the corpse of the man he loves and he’s so, so sorry. He’s so fucking sorry.

He can’t control how his voice cracks into a pitiful sob, can’t stop the twisting sickness in his gut nor the agonizing emptiness in his chest.

It’s okay…

No! No, no no– he’d killed his Benjamin. Nothing was okay; nothing would ever fucking be okay ever again and–

Johnny…

God, please. Please, please, please, no…

He brings his fist down on his thigh as hard as he can, yelping at a pain only he could ever inflict upon himself. The muscle in his leg screams, so he does it again. And again. Again.

He should silence his body for having the gall to beg for mercy after what he’d done.

He brings his fist down a fifth time, but he never feels the blow.

He hopes it’s because he’s dead. That the blackness surrounding him is the void of the afterlife and maybe, oh, god, maybe he can beg his Benjamin to forgive him.

“Johnny!” He hears, and he weeps.

What have I done to you..?

He’s afraid to open his eyes. Afraid that he’ll be face to face with that mangled corpse, that crooked jaw, and he just can’t fucking do it.

He can’t do it…

“Baby, shhh…” whispers that sweet, sweet voice. Angelic and soft, breaths ghosting over his temple, a kiss to his hairline.

Things he’ll never feel again…

“Please don’t make me look…” He chokes out, eyes clenched as tight as he physically can. “Please, please don’t…”

“Look at what, pumpkin?”

He heaves a shuddering breath, body tense, muscles like cable wires ready to snap.

“You…”

A beat of silence passes and he wants to look. Wants to see those lifeless eyes one last time before the void swallows him. Wants to give himself that last punishment…

“What’s wrong with me?” Benjamin asks him, huffing a sympathetic breath. “I know I look a little goofy, but I’m not that bad, babe.” He hates to inject humor at such an inappropriate time, but he had to do something to let John know he wasn’t… well, wherever he’d been.

Homelander feels fingers run featherlight through his hair and he’s petrified they’ll break from simply touching him. He doesn’t have the heart to jerk away when a hand grasps his, leading it up to rest against Benjamin’s cheek. He’s so fearful of what he’ll feel that it doesn’t even register at first that nothing's wrong.

He stops breathing.

Nothing is wrong.

His brow furrows with a deep sob, eyelids fluttering open apprehensively to peer from under wet lashes.

The dark blue glow of Benjamin’s computer illuminates the room and he can just barely tell that his little spider is okay.

He’s okay.

He moves to hug Ben but recoils away at the last second. He’s afraid. Afraid to touch, afraid that the hand already at his love’s face was too much and he’d–

“S’okay, honey,” Ben coos, snaking an arm around him to pull him close. He presses a soft kiss to the corner of Homelander’s mouth before slowly embracing him. “See?”

Homelander lets a shaky hand smooth up Ben’s back, the skin soft and unmarred. His spine was straight– not twisted. Shoulders whole and intact. Limbs attached…

“Fuck…”

Just then, he broke.

He fucking shattered into millions of pieces.

All he wanted was to pull Benjamin closer, hug him so impossibly tight that they’d become one, they’d merge and never part– but he can’t.

He can only use a fraction of his strength to hold his little spider close. He can only fall apart and let Benjamin hold him together. Weep pitifully against a neck he last saw as broken. Listening to a voice that couldn’t speak to him before. Feeling those hands he’d destroyed…

“I-I’m s-so,” he hiccuped, words interrupted by desperate, heaving breaths from a spasming diaphragm. “F-Fu-ckin’ s-sor-ry!”

The heat of Ben’s body against him is the only thing guarding him from the chill of the room. From the coldness of the void…

“S’okay…” Ben sighs, pulling him impossibly closer. This isn’t the first time, but it is the worst to date. Nightmares weren’t uncommon, especially not with Homelander’s upbringing. Normally he’d hold him, let him sniffle and shake, let him come down from it. John would bite back the tears and finish having his little episode, crack a clearly uncomfortable joke, then burrow his face against Ben’s neck to hide.

This?

This was something else. Every choked and gasped detail confirmed it.

K-Kil-led y-ou!

D-Dead!

Coul-dn’t t-touch– m’worse!

Pl-Please! Please god…

He confirms it every time John begs him to say that this is real, that he was alive. Ben does all that he can to soothe Homelander. Holds him, rubs his back, plays with his hair, hums a soft tune, presses kisses to his forehead. Anything he can think of.

Over time, his sobs become whimpers, body lurching with the occasional silent cry.

“I’m so sorry…” Is all he says, voice tight and strained. It’s all he can say. For what he did. For what he’s doing now. The shame settles in and all he can do is apologize for everything.

Eventually, Benjamin moves just enough to turn on the table lamp. He wants to hide himself, but he has no will to move. No energy for it.

He’s utterly drained. His body feels numb.

So he shuts his eyes. Lets his little spider thumb away his tears and the smear of snot on his upper lip. God, he wants to apologize for that, too.

He hears the thwip of a web and suddenly Ben is directing him to take a half empty bottle of water.

“Drink.” Benjamin tells him. “For your throat.” And all the tears…

He doesn’t need to. That’s the fucking thing. He doesn’t need this, but Ben gives it to him anyway. Dotes on his well being, cares about what happens to him, wants him to be comfortable. So he does it. Sucks the whole thing down in one go, tosses the bottle in the general direction of the trashcan, rolls his eyes when he hears the plonk of it bouncing elsewhere.

He can’t bring himself to look at Ben head on. He knows he’s a disgusting wreck, unsightly and weak. He can see at least some of the damage he’d caused upon waking. At his feet lay the scraps of the blanket, torn clean in two.

Fuck… He mutters an apology for that, too.

“I love you,” Ben tells him, hands at his cheeks to direct his gaze away from the bed. “Don’t worry about that. S’just stuff.” His thumb falls to Homelander’s neck, just over his pulse. It’s quick, but not nearly as erratic. “It’s okay.”

Homelander hates that it makes his lip quiver. He sinks a fang into it to stop himself.

“Everything is okay.”

He chooses to believe that. Chooses to believe his Benjamin was telling the whole truth. Lets his little spider lead him to the bathroom and clean his face with a warm, damp towel. Lets him guide him back into bed, trusts that he was honest about running to grab a new cover and that he wasn’t making a break for it while he still could.

Like he should.

What a brave boy Benjamin was, resting every night with the maw of a beast at the nape of his neck. Defenseless next to a creature of unfathomable violence, incalculable cruelty…

Next to him.

Relief like rain washes over Homelander when Benjamin does come back.

Ben takes the time to tuck him in properly before climbing back into bed. Nuzzles up close to him, kisses pressed to his cheek.

He feels like he could fall apart all over again.

Ben's fingers trailing abstract shapes through the smatterings of hair on his chest soothe him. He maps the shapes in his mind. Each written I love you , a smiley face, a heart, a–

“Did you just draw a dick?”

The bug giggles against his skin and the sound alone lifts several tons of woe from his heart. “You’re getting good at that,” he murmurs. Silence settles in between them, but Ben knows better than to let it linger. Before he can speak up, though, Homelander whispers–

“Please say something…”

Ben lifts his head and offers something different.

A story.

Not an anecdote or a tale of gossip. A book.

“Yeah, fine…” Homelander mutters. “Just– something. Please.”

Ben retrieves the little novel with a web, yanking it hard enough to travel from the bookshelf to the bed. It’s not a dense read by any means, but it’s one that was very special to him. On the cover, a hulking mass of tendril-like roots stand tall, as if like a man, making its way toward a little home. He shows it to Homelander, who arches a brow, reddened eyes flitting across the cover with a distant gaze.

A Monster Calls.

“I’ve always really liked this one,” he says. “I found it at a bad time in my life, but I’m really glad I did, y’know? It has a way of being exactly what you need when you need it…”

He motions for Homelander to switch positions– to snuggle up to him instead, reclined against a pile of pillows. The very first words rumble in Ben’s chest, warm and soothing.

“The monster showed up just after midnight. As they do.”

Homelander huffs a sigh. They always come late at night, don’t they? When we’re vulnerable. When we can’t protect ourselves.

They arrive to torment us. Dangle our fears in front of us and taunt us until all we know is agony. Remind us of our own fragility and that of those we love…

“He’d had a nightmare. Well, not a nightmare. The nightmare.”

The nightmare.

“The one he’d been having a lot lately. The one with the darkness and the wind and the screaming.”

He gulps.

The one with the darkness and the wind and the screaming…

He’s certain he’s heard this one before. Lived it, even. Yeah…

He has, hasn’t he?

In his own way.

He listens and listens, ear pressed to Ben’s chest to hear his voice reverberate alongside that heartbeat that told him everything really was okay. Even when that voice got sleepy, started to taper off and yawn, ceasing altogether, turning to soft snores just before the sun rose, he knew it was okay.

Benjamin’s heart still beats.

Homelander slips the book from Ben’s limp hands, dangling it from the back few pages. They’d made it through almost halfway, and he was at least a little curious as to how the boy’s tale ends. A line catches his eye and his throat tightens.

“If you speak the truth,” he recites in a whisper. “You will be able to face whatever comes.”

If I speak the truth…

Against the soft rise and fall of Benjamin’s chest, he releases a shuddering breath. If he speaks the truth, he acknowledges his fear, his pain, his agony. He acknowledges that there is something in this world that can truly hurt him– that can kill him. Something that can unravel him at the seams and unmake him.

There is something more powerful than him in this world.

Something from which he cannot protect himself.

“I…” he tries, but it doesn’t come out.

He lays there and listens.

Thump.

He hears it in there.

“I…” he tries again, focusing on each and every rhythmic beat. “I'm so afraid of you…”

But that wasn’t quite the full truth, was it?

“I’m so afraid of how much you mean to me…”

There was more.

“I’m scared to lose you… Scared I’ll hurt you, too.”

More.

“I love you so, so fucking much…”

#homelander #homelander fanfiction #homelander x oc #the boys #antony starr #hurt/comfort #angst

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chloe12801 · 9 months

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I feel like this may be an odd request but I have the biggest crush on Lamar. Could I ask for relationship headcanons for him if you are up for it? SFW and NSFW would be appreciated but totally up to you. I feel like the odd woman out in my love for him lol Thank you!

Lamar Davis Headcannons

TW: non-graphic sexual details

There’s actually quite a few who love Lamar, I’m one of them! If he had more screen time even more people would, imo. He’s a great character and this request was not odd at all! I had fun doing it :)) I hope you enjoy!

- He loves spending time smoking weed in his house with you. It would be one of his favorite date night activities

- Pet names like shawty, lil mama, sweet thang, sexy, and some other reference to you as a person (ex: pumpkin/pumpkin head if you are really into fall/autumn just to be a bit cheeky)

- He’s an ass man, his hands will be all over yours all of the time

- He’s a great roaster, you two will likely have roast sessions where you just go back and forth dissing each other. It’s all in good fun though

- Loves you as much as chop, but not more than him. He’s chop, essentially Lamar’s son, after all

- Will want to share his raps and poems with you, also will be very happy if you’re receptive to his philosophies. No one else really is so it would be a nice change

- Will let you keep one of his hats because you look cuter in it, will be happy to see you wearing it out and about

- You will probably fight about his impulsivity and recklessness that always ends up with him being in danger. You just worry about him and wish he used his brain more in serious situations

- He thinks he’s almost invincible, so he won’t understand why you’re concerned. He thinks he can handle his own even if it’s him against every man in LS

- Lamar is really loyal so if you have any enemies or people you simply don’t like, he’s going to feel that way about them too (unless it’s someone from his circle, in that case he will try to keep the peace between everyone, defending all of you to each other)

- He’s going to want you to be the same way to him, very loyal

- He’s goofy, tries to stay positive, and wants other people to relax more. He will do what he can to make you more like this as well

- For example, if you’re stressed he will joke and try to calm you down with reassurance and positivity

- He can be jealous and petty (just look at the whole employee if the month situation). If someone is coming on to you he’s going to be clingy and have a grudge against them for a long time, even if the grudge just consists of bringing up the situation to the person coming on to you for years

- He’s spiritual and into learning about spiritual types of things. If you like crystals and chakras, for example, he’s going to eat up every word

- He’s good in bed. He doesn’t take it too serious, he makes sure you are having a good time, and his nickname “long dick” isn’t an overcompensation

- I don’t think he has many kinks, perhaps roleplay of wild animals/predator prey situations. He mainly likes trying new positions and paces

- He thinks sex is a spiritual thing, especially if you love the person. He feels like it connects you to higher powers and gives you better energies

- He’ll be honest with you about everything, like if you have something in your teeth. He can be blunt about it, but he doesn’t mean any harm

- He will want a bunch of kids, likes the idea of a little Army of Lamars running around

#gta #grand theft auto #gta v #grand theft auto v #ld #lamar davis #Lamar gta #gta 5 #grand theft auto 5 #Franklin Clinton #trevor philips #cafa #gta headcanons

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querte07 · 6 months

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WhateverIFeelLiketober

The prompts me and @fanstasticbook worked on over October!

...Yeah i know this is super late shhhhhh

Goofy Goober OC by Fanstasticbook

...The yuri,,,

We exchanged our monthly PFPs for a prompt, I also played around in CSP because I did the free trial and all

Machine

Spiky goober

Four if Fanstasticbook was the CEO of everything (btw every friday we drew agt 4 as the prompt)

They will not happen, but I think sharklings are cool...

Some goober pumpkin OCs from a while back, they're some of my faves

Also they're child n' mother respectively just for those curious about the OCs (I am talking to basically nobody nobody is following me on here)

Spooder, from same set of OCs as the previous day

Decided I wanted to be awesome for day 10 so I just did

These designs are some Fanstasticbook came up with btw not me lol

Umbrellas in character design.

Need I say more?

Yummy borger !!

Another goober enters the ring, this one being related to @crossthesplatside (whenever we finally get to posting more about the projects 💀)

Once upon a time I designed different looks for different names the Zoologist from Terraria has available and this one is basically my favorite

B̴̛͚̭͕̩̳̮͈̮̲̙͓̤̱̞͎́̉̊̔͋̈́̓͌̕͘e̶̦͈̭̝̪̞̻̘̰̽̅p̷̼͈͍̰̞̔̄̾̑̈́͒̉̕̕͠i̶̡̱͉̣͕͇͈̳̼̓̐̔̔̑̈́ͅs̶̻̜̻̥̪͔̹̺̥͓̲͂̈́̒̅̀̐.̴̨̛̯͕͆͛̊̈̎̈́̈́͛̕̚ͅ

It's probably really hard to read but!! Made a dualie type based on pez dispensers

Also 'Spoolies was short for something and I forgot what it originally was entirely...

Ghostie designs :>

Just came up with these after looking into some short folklore on them and such, some are just more original ideas

Old octoling OC that's also relevant to a future project eventually, we'll see when I finally have something to show off for that

Book designed her originally btw

Crossover drawings are always a lot of fun, so here's Genny from Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia in Marie's outfit!

My favorite moment from the Splatoon Movie was when Agent 4 said "I'm gonna goober" and goobered all over the place

Once again Cross and B-Side are related to @crossthesplatside for whenever we work on it more. Gotta love how the creative mind jumps away from projects right when you finally start making them public!!

Redesign of an old witch OC of mine

Didn't turn out great but I messed around with an ASCII TV-head face

Once again related to posts for days 8 and 9, something might eventually come from this project. A webcomic maybe.

EXTREME YURI ATTACK!!! AGENT24AGENT24AGENT24 GRAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

Drummer for Fanstasticbook's custom splatband!

Bad endings💔

...A little too intense for comfort, Sunny. Might wanna just work on completing Kettles.

Candle half based on the design of Paraffin in Terraria's Split mod

Corrupted lamia kinda Terraria related. Bit horrific so I'm sorry if it's unsettling to anyone.

Goober interaction (Marie stole the lollipop from Cal I can't believe she's done this)

Final day will be in a separate post 'cause I reached the 30 image attachment limit...

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Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: Green With Evil Review (Sponsored By Brotoman.EXE)

Happy St. Patricks day Rangers! On this fair blog i've dipped my toe into the morphing grid before with "Forever Red" but today I dive deep as I cover one of the most important arcs in power ranger history, an arc that would deefine how the series tackled sixth rangers, change the status quo for the first time ever and introduce the greatest ranger of all, Tommy Oliver.

Green of Evil is a 5 parter from the original power rangers, and the ones I watched as a kid, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. MMPR was a massive part of my childhood: I had mmpr cutrtains, bedsheets, the toys, as did my brother, and played all the games, which would also be worth revisiting at some point. It was the big thing and likely, along with Fox Kids superhero lineup, helped steer me towards the superhero nerd I am today. Was the show cheesy? Yes. Overacted. God yes. Was the footage used from Super Sentai obvious in hindsight/ Indubtly. But was it fun?

MMPR is so earnest in it's cheese, toyetic nature and acting I just can't help but still love it. It's all the ham of a 60's era comic or monster movie but with a style all it's own.. well it's and Zyuranger, but still. And this was eaisly season' one's peak.

For those two of you not familiar with MMPR, a refesher: Mighty Morphin Power Rangers is the story of "five teenagers with attitude" summoned by Zoron, a giant wizard what lives in a tube, and his robot buddy Alpha 5. They are Stallone style meat head and leader man Jason, valley girl and gymnst kimblery, cheery enironmentalist Trini, turbo nerd Billy, and breakdancer cool dude Zack. Together they became the Red, Pink, Yellow, Blue and Black rangers and using their martial arts skills, varied intrests and combinging giant dinsoaur megazords, they became the power rangers. Together they defend the world from the various goofy monsters sent to earth by Rita Repulsa, an evil space empress of evil who some astronauts found in a dumpster, and now hunts our heroes with the help of her minons: Goldar, a hammy furry in golden armor, Finster, who sculpts the monsters Rita sends out of clay, and Squat and Baboo… who certainly are there.

The show mostly stuck to the formula of "Rita makes a monster based on some intrest of the kids this week as she spies on them constantly", and our heroes have to stop it, eventually summoning their robots when Rita MAKES HER MONSTER GROWWWW.

Green with Evil is where it breaks for a bit: while some of it's still in tact Green with Evil is one long story, taking advantage of the sohw's daily release to tell one long epic as the team faces their worst nightmare: a sixth ranger under rita's control who soon leaves them without Zordon and on the defensive. It's the first time MMPR really had a story arc or higher stakes than go beat up a pumpkin what also wraps: our heroes had a real chance of loosing. Will they triumph? Well yeah, but find out how under the cut!

We begin our epic as Angel Grove is having it's 30th or so Martial Arts compettitoin at the Juice bar and being the team martial artist, Jason is naturally one of the front runners. He has some commpetion first as we first meet Tommy Oliver doing what he does best: giving a lot of badass "KIAHS" and doing some martial arts moves. Jason David Frank was a martial artist and it shows, and he'd go professional after leaving power rangers.

The show also does a nice job hyping Tommy up without it being too "GEE LOOK AT THIS GREAT GUY SURE HOPE HE DOSEN'T TURN EVIL' It's just the right amount "GEE LOOK AT THIS GREAT GUY I SURE HOPE HE DOSEN"T TURN EVIL", as he and jason are evenly matched to the point they tie and thus both win. or no one wins/ I dunno. Instead of sudden death or anything the two just shake hands and become best buds while Kimmberly is super into the new guy, kicking off one of the biggest romances in ranger history>

Tommy further wins Kim over the next day when Bulk and Skull hit on her as they do every episode. That was really all they did at first far as I can tell: hit on kimberly and get into shenanigans while their dope as hell theme song played. Bulk plans to teach her a lesson but before Kimberly rearrrange their face, Tommy steps in and makes it clear he will if they keep this shit up. Being Bulk and Skull, they scoff at the guy clearly more musccular than they are till he does some karate moves and scares them off. Kim asks Tommy to casually hang.

Sadly for their casual hang makeout plans, Rita has other ideas. Rita has a green power coin. Where did she get it?

Yeah Rita just.. has a power coin. It's hinted Zordon knows more but he never tells the audeince. It's easy to accept because this series is hamtastic, but ti's still weird they didn't really flesh that out in this five parter. With all the ways Rita rants you'd THINK sh'ed be all over this.

Still WHY she hasn't used it is shockingly not spelled out but is easy enough to figure and makes way more sense: Yes she could've given it to anyone. Even Bulk. They hassle the rangers. But Rita wanted the right canditate before trying this, the right person whose skilled enough to take on all the rangers solo.

She still has to test him: after all a fair tournament sanctioned match and two wonderous idiots who talk a mean game but couldn't defeat a paper bag are one thing. She has to make sure he actually can figh tand sends puttys after him. He easily beats him and thus she kidnaps him, brainwashes him and gives him the power coin, and thus the Green Ranger Is Born!

Now the fact there's a ranger on the bad guys side would be enough.. but shockingly MMPR dosen't skimp on the implications of this: Tommy's first act under his brainwashing after the requite evil speechifying, is to teleport into the command center, gives Alpha a virus, sends Zordon to Parts Unknown and trashes the command center just to be a real dick. What helps this is Jason David Frank's delivery: not only is he credible both as nice goo dboy face tommy, but as heel tommy while over the top as anything else on this show, he truly exudes malice, being perfectly intimdating as he cuts his way through the rangers and in one move has done more damage than any other foe they've faced. And this is just PART ONE.

Oh and he's not done, after fighting Giant Sized Goldar #1, the rangers are ambushed by Greenie, who HOPS DIRECTLY INTO THE ZORD.

I mean.. it's not good for the rangers whoa re all comically thrown out, but it shows just how much danger there in: in the span of one episode Tommy has trashed their HQ, gotten rid of all the support they have, and now can simply just pop in during a zord. Sadly he won't do this again, likely due to sentai footage restraints, but the fact he COULD and the fact our heroes , as far as I can tell hadn' tbeen brought THIS low in the 20 episodes before this by any of the various weird monster men they'd blowed up real good, it strikes a nice town of danger and despiar: our heroes are up against the wall and Tommy isn't about to stop pushing.

Part 2 eases up on the tension slightly and instead leans back into the series comfort zone: total bollocks. We get Jason venting, thrown off and wanting the green ranger's as far as he knows green blood. I mean… given the evil magic is also green it could be right now. Maybe evil!tommy donated blood and ther'es some weird green blood out there. We don't know. At any rate he does this in a striped tank top and thus I can't.. not laugh.

Even more rediclous is after getting his orders from rita, Evil!Tommy sees Bulk and Skull, who naturally want revenge for last episode as they have the self preservation of two pugs hopped up on cocaine and red bull. Tommy repels them by SHOOTING GREEN LIGHTNING OUT OF HIS EYES

I just have no words. And it just.. levitates them kinda into a trashcan. Which TBF probably isn't new to either of them. If anyone has "Slept in a trash can" energy it's bulk and skull. At any rate he also brushes off Kim

We then get a bit more plot advancement for a second, as Rita decides to cement the brainwashing with the sword of darkness, a sword that was presented ot her as a gift after one of her troops won it from Zordon long ago. Goldar however suggetss a proper test and rather than something Tommy hasn't easily done.. they just sick more putties on him except he's in a rediculous mesh shirt this time.

The shenanigans intestify as now he has the power of darkness Tommy's plan is to politely say he understands Jason has to back out of their plans to work out, seriously at this point it comes off like a love triangle between him and kimberly.. or a possible polecule. Oh 90's, so many of your problems could be solved iwth polyculres. But instead of a romantic workout TOmmy just… zaps jason in the back with the coin to some dimesion with a bunch of neat decorations and a fog machine. This is some pocket Dimension what Goldar lives in and he takes Jason's morpher

And mostly.. bullies him for a while. That said it does bring back the tension: Jason is up alone against one of the rangers most powerful enemies without his morpher, and at best can just hide under the fog.

We do get a cool bit as the rest of the rangers have to make do without Jason.. and hav eto fight Tommy solo. Well as a grou pbut he easily hands them their asses on a green decorative plate 10 for a dollar at k-mart, which force sour heroes to do something they rarely do: call the megazord on a tiny opponent. This is something i've never quite understood till this five parter as during the last part Zordon lays out rules for a ranger for newcomer tommy: two are pretty standard: dont' tell anyone his identity and don't use his powers for personal gain. Standard superhero stuff and fair thigns for zordon to ask: Rita knows who they are and could weaponize the fact someone knows for her own gain, especially if said relationship turns sour. It dosen't justify them later going to obscene lenghts to not tell bulk and skull judging from history of power rangers, but I get it. But the third while making sense also neatly explains WHY they always wait to use the mega zord mode: "Do not esclate unless rita does first". It's a fair play rule: they COULD likely just summon the mega zord and kill them, but that would be both exessive, and sometimes not necessary. While most foes do embiggen, not every one gets the chance. Plus if they did start using the megazord for every fight, Rita could just counter by doing "MAKE MY MONSTER GROW" at the start, likely causing WAY more collateral than if they were just person sized.

This case though makes sense; The Ranger outclasses them, being Jason's equal and having a shiny new sword with "whatever the plot needs him to do" Powers, so they hav eno cohice and it's their first real victory. But it's still a hollow one as Jason is still missing and inches from Goldar's sword'

Part 3 opens with Jason cleverly hiding in the smoke machine mists… then not so cleverly just jumpnig out, yahhing at goldar then getting his ass beat again

(plan was)

Meanwhile a LOT of this part is the rangers runnin runnin around because Tommy's go tthem searching, fighting some puttys, though we do get Billy and bestie Trini working hard on the commuincators off screen, which pays off as just as Tommy goes to go finish jason after Goldar spent several hours toying with him fo rhis own amusement, they teleport him out. It's not badly done stuff as there's genuine tension with both of jason's opponenets and he gets out JUST in time with his morpher, it's just not a lot to recap. Jason is forced to stay in the dark dimension.. which I just realized is claled that. Did… did Rita rent a room just for this scheme from Dormmamu? I mean I could see them being buds. Talking about conquering, cursing minons and such. We also get Alpha breifly reaching Zordon and failing, and a fight wtih Scorpina. Scorpina is one of Rita's lesser known minons who showed up ocasoinally before they ran out of stock footage. She sure is here. They fight, our heroes win by withdrawl as Rita calls Scorpina back with a bigger idea; since the Zord is solar powered and Zordon dosen't belivie in you know, having a backup battery in case this exact thing happens or you know, Rita decides to attack at night which likely would be easier but not as much evil fun as causing an eclipse, this would drain the zord and leave it vunerable. She then sends Goldar out as bait and the part ends with the Rangers looking on horrified, knowing this is a trap but planning to attack anyway.

Part 4.. is easily the weakest of the five. It feels like the story only got a part 4 because they needed 5 episodes and you probably coudl've condensed the events of episodes 3 and 4 into one. It's mostly just things we've seen before, the biggest being Tommy attacking the command center AGAIN… instead of you know just letting them have zordon back already given it's been three episodes and they've been working to do so the whole time. It does give Alpha a nice big moment as he imbolizes tommy in a forecfield and while Tommy doe shis best to taunt the android, Alpha just tries to unmask him and only fails because Rita pulls him out.. and even then STILL succeeds because he succesfully bioscanned him. It is troubling Zordon has bio scans of every single person in angle grove and I have a LOT of followup questions as to why, but for now this troubling development means our hereos can find out the obvious.

It's not without good moments though. While Part 4 is weak, being mostly some wheel spinning it has a few standout moments that keep it from dragging everything down: Just because nothing happens for MOST Of it, to the point that again ther'es not much to say dosen't mean what there is to talk about isn't good: We get a LOT of quality bulk and skull as they break from just "hit on kimberly get shot down" for the 80th time to instead get into the wacky shenanigans I love them for.

For starters Bulk, despite the juice bar COMMING DOWN AROUND HIM , refuses to let Skull leave until he's finished with his ice cream.. then when a massive beam comes inches from killing him and his hetro lifemate, gulps it down. He also has the smart idea of taking the bus outside the youth center that Ernie leaves the keys in just for situations like this. He may of lost 80 busses this way but dammit you have to admire his warm spirit wanting teens to flee.

Being Bulk and Skull this naturally gets them caputred and suspended over a cliff as bait because Goldar thinks their the rangers friends

But their still civlians so they still work to save them, while Bulk and skull get a LOT of good jokes in the process, from the two planning to flee the buss only to see it surrounded by putties, to Bulk calling for his mommmy and Skull also calling for his mommy because he's into milf, cumilating in Bulk wondering if their dreaming when their finally safe only for Skull to pinch him, Bulk to naturally get pissed.. then the two to bro hug as you'd expect when he realizes it does mean their alive. I can't help but love these two and wish they got more to do in this 5 parter, but what we get here is fantasic.

The other scene to note is after a good chunk of just.. dicking around, we get the fight, where the rangers have to fight both Scorpina , in game face, and Goldar. It's an awesome fight, helped by the spell meaning our heroes are slowly loosing powers, and is both creative and tense. What follows is also brutal as it is rediculously awesome: tommy grande sizes himself, beats up the zord and PLUNGES IT INTO A VOLCANO. Which angel grove has because stock footage makes it so! So we get horrific shots of the various zords plunged into lava as our heroes look on in horror. its impressivly creepy for a cheesy 90's live action kids show and ends the part on a real downer: our heroes are ready to give up, their out of options.. and then theyf ind out Tommy is the Green ranger.

We begin the end on what I realized as I wrote this was the heart of the arc: Jason. While he's your standard good guy hero type… we see thorugh the arc something beyond that; his determination. He never gives up neve rbacks down, wether it's being sent to dormmamu's summer guest house, or seeing it wrecked> He's bummed, of course, but he dosen't stop. YOu can call jason kinda flat, and very stupid, but you can't knock the kid for the fact he keeps going no matter how dark it is. It provides a nice counter to brainwashed tommy: With him we see all the determination jason has funneled in the wrong direction, waht someone that noble and detemrined would do if turned to the dark side.

It's why Jason has such a strong drive to free tommy and why the climax works so well: Jason clearly sees what coul'dve easily happened to him had the places been switched and he been the cool new kid, and while he couldn't convience his friends not to back down before, he begs them not to give up on Tommy and to save him. That an innocent, kind, rigtheous dude dosen't deserve this. It's ultimately that drive, that hope that wins against the forces of evil: Jason dosen't give up.. and in doing so Alpha dosen't, which frees zordon and gets them the zords back, leading to an epic fight between two childhood faviorites: the mega zord and the dragon zord, newly dreged from the ocean. It's a triumphant battle: after all our heroes have been through, one of them never getting up finally gets them a win.

And in the end… the finale is what it should be: Jason Vs Tommy. It's a match that had been expertly set up all 5 parter: we started with the two fighting evenly with no claer winner, and have seen all arc that NO ONE ELSE can match him. But it's here we finally get the rematch that the entire story is built on: the strongest rangers head to head, winner take all. Granted how Jason ends up destroying the sword of darkness is hilarous .. he just… laser guns it

But the fight can't be overstated… and the cathariss at seeing tommy free at last is oh so satisfying… and what comes next is predictable: JAson warmly welcoms Tommy into the rangers despite his doubts, citing not only all he's done wasn't his fault.. but this is what meant to be. It's why the early moments with tommy were important: we saw he had the makings of a ranter.. and now he really gets to be one. Everyone welcomes him and welcomes a new era while Rita naturally isn't happy. We also show off the dragon megazord because why not and we end on Zordon welcoming tommy in. It's a wonderful warm ending and a satsifying wrap up.

Green With Evil… is good fun and a well crafted story. It has some goofy bits and the ocasoinal bit of padding, but the core of it is strong and it's easy to see why most six ranger stories after this take some inspriation: it's a triumphant tale of good vs evil, of the triumph of the human spirit and of mesh shirts, bus shsenanigans, dark dimensions and heroes. It's well worth a look and really shows off just how from day one jason david frank was invulsable to the franchise and really bhrought it to the next level. It's all free on youtube, so go watch it if you haven't, or even if you have like I did, thanks for reading.. and may the power protect you.

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