#YEP I GIFFED THE OPENING CREDITS

[bl-bam-beyond]

BL- BOYS' LOVE:

Series: UTSUKUSHII KARE Season 2 (2023, JAPAN)

Kiyoi (YAGI YUSEI) is head over heels in love with Hira (HAGIWARA RIKU) and needs Hira to realize he's no King. He's an ordinary man looking for love and affection from his boyfriend.

Can Hira let go idolizing Kiyoi to just loving him?

[scarletwinterxx]

your day - dad mark lee scenario

hi🥺 okay so first of all sorry it took me so long to write this, I swear I've been working on it since the day i got the request but the rest of the story wasn't coming to me and i didn't want to put out something I didn't love. but here it is😊🥺 i missed the Lee family too, hope you like it!!!

part1: day with dad mark lee

part2: another day with dad mark lee

part3: a day with the lee's

part4: (prologue) i don't know how to make eggs

part5: glitter pens and goodnight kisses with the Lee's

part6: first love and kisses

part7: naps and baby kicks

part8: then there was three

part9: just like you

part10: fool for you

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The waiting game began a week ago, originally the 3rd Lee baby was suppose to come early May but the due date came and passed but no baby still.

Since it's your third baby you don't feel as nervous but Mark can't really say the same. He even made sure to have all the stuff you'll need at the hospital already loaded in the car along with the baby's car seat.

"You think it might happen tonight?" he asks, nose touching your belly like he can't wait to be close to his baby

"How will they get the baby out?" Minjee asks, she sitting right beside her dad watching your belly too.

"Me and mommy will go to the hospital, then the smart and kind doctor and nurses will help mom" Mark explains as kid friendly as possible

While you listen to the two, Minjung stays beside you quiet on his seat. "You'll be okay, right mom?" he asks you

You smile sweetly at your boy, ever the caring one. "Of course, I will be. Don't worry about it okay? Remember when Minjee was born, this time you can come together" you tell him, giving him a side hug. Your son stays tucked by your side while the daddy-daughter duo make chatters on their own.

"Okay everyone, I think it's time for bed. Mommy might be tired now" Mark tells the kids, picking Minjee up from the bed making the little girl laugh out loud on their way out the room.

Minjung stays behind, waiting to say something to you

"Mommy, I have something to tell you"

"What is it, love?"

"Happy Mother's Day, if I'm reborn again I want you to be my mom again" he tells you, this made you want to burst out into tears

"It's tomorrow but thank you, and I would love to be your mom again and again. I love you, always. Okay?" you open your arms and hug him. Giving him kisses, "My sweet sweet boy, when did you grow up so big like this? Don't grow up anymore" you joke, Minjung laughs at this. He bids goodnight then goes out the room to get ready for the night.

Mark comes back to your room a few minutes later to also get ready for bed, you've already finished yours so you're just waiting for him

"You good there, baby?" he asks while watching you get comfy with your pregnancy pillow. He wishes he can do more for you but for now all he can you is attend to your every need while you carry his child.

It's the third time but he's still very much in awe of you, he thinks it's the most wonderful thing to be growing a human that his and yours. He can't do much about the 'growing a human inside your body' part of it, but he makes sure you're very well taken care of.

"Yep, just tired from today. Are the kids asleep?"

"Yea, they're excited to give your their cards for tomorrow. Don't tell them I told you though"

You let out a chuckle at that, "I'll make sure to look very surprised"

You feel him move from behind you, then he kisses you on the head "Goodnight, baby. I love you" Mark mumbles, giving you a few more kisses and a hug

"Mhm, love you too"

You woke up a few hours later from a sharp pain on your stomach, sitting up carefully on the bed you wait a few moments to get your bearing together when you feel it again

"Mark" you say but the man beside you doesn't move

"Mark" you shake him again but still he's dead as a rock

"Lee Minhyung" you say a bit louder, waking you husband up

"Wha- what what's happening?" Mark sits up confused, one eye still closed

"I think the baby is coming"

"Oh shit, okay uh what do you need? Are you in pain? We should go get dressed"

"Mark"

"The stuff is already in the car, where are my keys though. Should I get you a hoodie? Snacks? I should probably call your doctor"

"Mark"

"Don't panic, we've done this before"

"I'm not really panicking though" you mumble while watching your husband scramble around the room

"Careful, love. You're gonna wake the kids up" you tell him when he tripped on his own feet, it's after midnight so the kid are fast asleep

"Oh right, I should call Haechan to watch them. My parents won't arrive until tomorrow. Where the heck is my phone"

"LEE MINHYUNG" your loud call got his attention, halting his frantic actions

"Breath, baby. You're panicking. Now can you get me one of your sweatpants and a jacket too, then call Haechan. Your phone is right there, the keys is by the door. Breath" you tell him, getting on your feet to get ready also

Mark follows your instructions one by one, if he doesn't he's afraid he might start freaking out again. He helps you down the stairs when you're both ready and wait for Haechan to arrive.

You're not feeling the pain anymore but your belly did get more tense, taking careful steps to the kitchen you grab some snacks for later while Mark checks on the kids before leaving.

The front door open, followed by Haechan calling out for Mark

"He's upstairs, checking on the kids" you answer when Haechan walks in the kitchen

"Aren't you in labor?" he points at you

"I think, I hope. This baby is due so let's hope today is the day"

Mark then arrives, checking if you need anything else before leaving Haechan instructions "Hyung, seriously I got this. I have a kid too" Haechan chuckles

"I know, but Nari is an angel. My Minjee, I can't say the same" you laugh at Mark's words

"She's unpredictable" Haechan says "She's like you, I have a kid like you. Causing me all kinds of trouble" Mark says making you and Haechan laugh

"I got it, I'll watch the kids"

"Sorry if we ruined your mother's day plans, Mark's parent's will be here early morning tomorrow. Thanks again, Hyuck" you tell him while walking towards the door with Mark assisting you

"Don't worry about it, wifey and Nari will come here for breakfast so it's all good. Your kids love me too so it's a win win"

"Thank you again"

"Happy mother's day, Y/N" he smiles at you, giving you a quick hug and Mark a pat on the back.

The drive to the hospital was quiet, a few more contractions every once in a while but nothing you couldn't handle. You got admitted to a room with no trouble and a nurse came to check on you and the baby.

"What a way to celebrate mother's day huh" Mark says, currently he's sitting beside you giving your back a gentle rub as another contraction hits you.

"How are you gonna beat this gift next year" you joke

"Let's get this baby here first then we'll talk" he humors you

A few more hours of waiting when a doctor comes in, "Hello Mrs. Lee, Mr. Lee"

"Everything looks good with you, but there's seem to a little hiccup"

"What? What's wrong? Is the baby okay?" the moment you heard the 'but' your heart started to beat faster

"All good, it's just the baby is currently feet first. Meaning they are not facing the way they're supposed to be. And since your contractions started hours ago and your water already broke, we're in a countdown here before it gets dangerous for you and the baby"

You're at lost for words so you turn to Mark, his hand is holding your the entire time to provide comfort. He looks at you then looks at the doctor again, "What do we need to do? Just please keep my wife and my baby safe"

"I'm afraid she has to get an emergency c-section"

"Mark" you mumble, "Hey hey it's okay, I'm here" he tells you

"We'll get the OR ready for you, a nurse will come here to get some papers signed and get Y/N ready for surgery. We'll do our best to keep her and the baby safe"

It all happened so fast. The doctor exits the room, you didn't even get a few moments before a few nurses enter the room. One talking to Mark about the surgery and a few helped you get ready.

They wheel the bed out of the room, Mark still right beside you.

"Hey, I'll be right beside you the entire time. I know this isn't part of the plan but you can do it" he kisses you on the head

"I'm scared" you say for the first time and this breaks Mark's heart. He wishes there was a way to transfer your pain to him, he'd take it all for you.

"I know, baby. I won't leave okay? I'll be with you. You'll be fine" he assures you. No matter how many times your doctor and all the nurses assured you you'll be fine, only Mark's got you to calm down a bit.

They got you ready for the surgery while Mark waits outside, waiting for one of the nurses to call him. When he got the go signal, he walks in to see you lying down with a curtain in the middle blocking the view of the doctors and nurses helping to get the baby out

"Hey you, how are you feeling?" he asks quietly, running his thumb on your cheek to give some comfort

"Scared, but better now you're here. I just want the baby to come out safe and healthy" you tell him

"They're working on it now, tell me if you're feeling anything weird okay?"

"Mark baby, I'm literally cut open right now while they're trying to get your kid out of me" you joke

"You know what I mean, glad to hear you cracking a joke at a time like this"

You smile at your husband, even though you're really scared right now seeing him and knowing he's there for you is enough to ease your mind. You trust Mark to make sure you're going be all right.

"Okay, the baby's here just a moment okay I see the feet, body out a little more" you hear your doctor say then in a few seconds you hear it

"head out, baby's here and it's a boy. Look momma look" the nurses put the curtain down to show the baby, Mark helped you lean your head up to see. Both of you getting teary eyed, you look over at Mark to see him looking at the baby with the familiar lovestruck look in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, to witness him being the best father to your kids everyday, like life is being brought into him at this very moment is making you think every moment is worth it no matter how scary it is. You love being the mother of his kids as much as he loves being a father to them.

Mark then looks at you, tears already falling down his cheeks "We have another boy, oh my gosh. You did so so good baby, I'm so proud of you. He's perfect" he leans down to kiss you on the cheek

"It's a healthy baby boy, dad would you mind walking here to cut the cord"

While the doctor finishes surgery, Mark stands on the side with baby boy. They hand him the little bundle of joy after checking everything, "You can hold him while we wait for mom, then we can stay in the recovery room then someone will come and check again on baby and mommy. When we get the clearance, you can go back to your room" the nurse explains

The baby in Mark's arm fusses but Mark expertly hushes and rocks him, his son immediately finding comfort in his father's arm

"You're an expert" the nurse compliments him

"We got two more at home" he proudly says

A few hours passed before you got the okay signal to go back to your room. The baby is currently sleeping in his crib while you get some rest. You didn't expect to feel this tired after surgery but you feel so drained

Mark went outside to get some food for you and him, you weren't really asleep you were just resting your eyes when you heard the door open and close

"Oh shit, you're asleep" you hear your husband mumble

"Language, there's a baby there" you tell him, opening your eyes only to see him holding a big bouquet of flowers

"Happy Mother's Day, my love" he walks towards you, putting the flowers down somewhere safe before handing you a paperbag

"What's this?"

"Your mother's day gift and push present"

"I thought that was my push present" you point your lips at the sleeping baby

Mark chuckles, urging you to open the bag. You carefully do so, feeling a velvet box inside "Minhyung, what is this?"

"Open it" he smiles at you, he watches you flip the box open. Inside is a ring somewhen similar to your engagement ring with a few details different

"Mark Lee, you did not. This is-" "You deserve it, baby. Plus we've always talked about giving your rings to your son someday and since we have two sons now I thought you will need another ring"

"Did you really buy this and hope for a boy?" you joked

"Nah, I have a back up just in case"

"I can't believe it, we have two boys. I know Minjung will be so excited, but Minjee will be elated to know she's still the only princess"

Mark chuckles at that, seating gently by your side while the two of you watch your newborn son.

"He got your nose, it's so cute" he mumbles "Got your cheeks though, just like Minjung and Jee, I hope he got your eyes too. I love your eyes" you tell him, resting your head on his shoulder

"You tired? go get some rest, baby. I'll take care of him, let me know too if you're feeling anything okay?" he tells you, helping you settle on the bed

"Mark, I love you"

He looks down at you, getting cozy on the bed with your drowsy but beautiful eyes he loves so much. "I love you more, baby. I'm so proud of you, you superwoman"

"Couldn't have done it without you"

"You would've have, you could but you don't have to. As long as I'm here you don't have to do anything by yourself. I know you're the strongest and bravest woman, and I'm in awe of you everyday. But in this lifetime, you got me always" he leans down, giving you sweet kiss.

"Oh and I thought of a name for him"

"Do tell, my lady" he indulges you. You actually named all of your kids, ofcourse you tell him first to make sure you both like it. But he leaves it up to you, his reason being the kids will get his surname anyways so he lets you think of their names, Minjung and Minjee.

"Minsu, I read somewhere it means gentle. Minjung, Minjee and Minsu" you smile at your kids' name

"Minjung, Minjee and Minsu Lee. I love it"

"Really?"

"Mhm, you got four Min's now" he smiles

"Is it too obvious I love you so much?"

"Nah, I think the three kids is kinda telling I love you more. Who knows, we'll have a fourth one" he jokes

"Lee Minhyung!"

[the-doomed-witch]

DRIVING LESSONS

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Nat teaches you how to ride her motorbike.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY; MINORS + MEN DNI. not proof read (apologies), smut, fingering (r receiving), strap-on (r receiving), bit of teasing, bit of fluff, making out

DISCLAIMER: Please note that this is a work of fiction and you are not supposed to mess around while driving and should definitely wear a helmet and stuff. Yeah just stay safe and again, remember that this is fiction.

Author’s Note: we are going to pretend that i am not the writer who uploads a fic every two months 😁 gif credits to the creator.

MASTERLIST // NAVIGATION // REQUESTS OPEN

— ✦ —

Thor holds up his jug flooded with beer, and raises a toast, “Here’s to everyone’s favourite couple, the two people we adore, Y/N and Natasha!” All the Avengers cheered for the two of you. Natasha wraps her arm around you and whispers in your ears, “To us, love.”

Taking a few sips of your drink, you place the glass on the table and turn to your girlfriend. “I cannot imagine myself ever being thankful for being stupid in the past but I am. I love you.”

“I love you too. Mind who you are talking about, you’re my stupid.” She kisses your forehead, it makes you blush under everybody’s gaze.

After a few rounds of drinks and snacks around the table, you gesture at Nat to drop you back home, before she gets too drunk. She gets up and announces, as she puts on her leather jacket, “Folks, I’ll be back after dropping my gorgeous girlfriend back at her place.” She beams at you and pecks your lips. Yep, she is mildly drunk.

“Don’t forget to take your time to tuck her in bed!” Tony shouts sarcastically from afar, as you’re both walking away. He was quite inebriated and you could hear Pepper asking him to get himself together.

Outside the bar, you confirm with Nat once again, “Are you sure you are sober enough to drive me home? I could get a cab or something. I want you to be safe.”

“First of all, you’ll be sitting right behind me and you’re not scared for your own safety? Lame. Secondly, I've been trained to be vigilant all my life. I’ll be right back.”

Couple of moments later, she’s back on her motorcycle and you seat yourself on the seat behind her. “Hold me close, for precautionary concerns of course.” she tells you. She wasn’t facing you but you knew what her smirk would be like.

You wrap your arms tightly around her waist and rest your head on her back, minimising the distance between the two of you. It’s a safe, comfortably silent drive, where the breeze blows softly and the night sky gets romantically darker.

— ✦ —

Inside your apartment, Natasha sits down on your bed as you go to freshen up in the bathroom. You enjoy testing her patience and so you take your time to shower, not letting her in, but making her wait for you outside. “Y/N? Detka? At least let me shower with you or let me go back to the bar. Don’t do this to me!” you hear her calling out to you from the room. You answer back in the same volume, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

As said, you step out with a towel wrapped around your bare body. “Oh Y/N you’re not doing this to me right now.”

You reply, “I surely am, honey.” and walk around the room drying your hair, gathering clothes, putting the dirty ones in the laundry, and whatnot. While doing your currently irrelevant chores, you bring up more random things to talk about.

Clearing the pile of laundry, you ask her, “Do you think I should get a haircut? A change in colour maybe?”

“You look so beautiful today, Natty.” you say, giving her a soft peck on the cheek as you move along the room, letting her notice your cleavage.

“By the way, Nat, I would love it if you could teach me how to ride a motorcycle.”

She gets up, holds you and places you on the bed a little harshly, pinning you down with her body. In a deep, sultry voice, she warns you, “You’ll be taught a lot of stuff and being a good girl for me is going to be the first one of them.” And with that, the towel is thrown aside.

Nat leans forward to catch you in a deep kiss, the one you’ve been depriving her ever since you reached home. Instinctively, your hands clutch the collar of her shirt and pull her closer to you, till there is no space to spare.

The next thing you know is that her fingers are inside your pussy, pumping so hard. It results in you moaning into the kiss, and releasing the collar of her shirt, silently asking her to let you catch up on your breath. When she moves her face a little farther than you liked, you grab her back to proximity, all between screams and chants of her name. Small locks of her auburn hair dangle around before you tuck them behind her ears.

The movements of her digits get faster and faster till you are at the edge of your climax. It was hard to speak anything, so your body gives indications to Natasha in lieu of telling her verbally about your orgasm. It felt wonderful that none of you needed words to communicate, the silent and subtle signs were enough.

She lets you come all over her hand, adding on praiseful murmurs to bring you back to composure.

— ✦ —

The next morning, you wake up fully clothed in your PJs with no sign of Natasha. She probably went back to the bar or the compound later. But she was out on the balcony, looking at nothing tangible. “Good morning, baby.” you greet her, acknowledging your presence. She turns towards you and smiles, “Good morning, dorogoya. Did you sleep well?”

“I did. I thought you left because of work, but I guess you’re free today?”

“You know I love a bit of snuggling,” she grins sheepishly, “And I’m free for you, anytime. Are you still up for the driving lessons thing?”

“Sure! Let me freshen up and we’re gonna be ready to leave.”

— ✦ —

Nat drove the two of you to a less busier part of the city to find an empty road, for obvious reasons. You observe her throughout the trip to learn a few things ahead of the track.

On a small and empty street, Nat lets you sit on the vehicle and climbs on the seat behind you. Little by little, she points at the different stuff, explaining what their respective functions are. “Here is the clutch, you pretty much know what it does. Keep your hand on it at all times no matter what […] Place your foot here. Yes and pull the clutch. And this is how you change gears.”

An hour or so later, you were driving smoothly on the straight road with Natasha guiding you little by little. She kept both her hands on your hands at all times, praising you every now and then to encourage you.

“Keep going, Y/N. Yes, now let’s take a U-turn.”

The afternoon passed this way. She taught you some more basic things, till you suggested lunch - “I almost forgot about lunch. I know a nice place with the best Mexican food in this area, let’s go there.”

As both of you wait for your food to arrive, your girlfriend initiates conversation, “If you keep practising this way I think you’ll learn how to drive a motorcycle quite well within a week. But of course, practice is important.”

“Does that mean I could take you on a ride soon?”

“Well, it does. Here’s our lunch though.”

— ✦ —

And so, your driving lessons were continued without any other Avenger having the knowledge. Three months passed by, till one starry evening Natasha tells you, “I think you have practised enough for this moment.”

It leaves you in thorough confusion, but the look in her eyes doesn’t seem malicious so you let her do her thing. She takes you to a place you cannot recall but have definitely been to, as far as the route is concerned.

It isn’t until the both of you reach the destination when you realise you’re at the garage. Memories of her lips and gasps wash over you as you walk inside of it once again. There’s nothing very different about it as a room. There are grey painted walls and two bikes including the one you drove on just now. A few mechanical tools, cans of spray paint, some more tactical gear. In one bottom corner of the room, there were patches of spray paint, they were probably tested there.

You turn around and recall every moment of that night by keeping your bottom lip bitten. Natasha knows all the things clouding your train of thought, but she had something different planned.

She pulls a white sheet off of a motorbike you didn’t really notice was standing in the corner. Nonetheless, it is a gorgeous, matte-black one with tires wider than a usual motorcycle. The black-tainted windshield added a touch-up. You let out an uncontrollable awe at the look.

“My gosh, Nat, this is fucking awesome. It might as well be the coolest bike to ever exist.”

She smiles at your reaction, and explains, “Tony made this for me a couple of years ago. It’s designed to prevent you from falling down, but oh she rides fast, Y/N. I cannot wait for you to drive this.” She wraps her arm around you. Your cheeks are flustered at her wordplay, but you hide it from prominence.

“Quick question. If it’s made for a stable drive then why didn’t you teach me on this one? I mean, you said that I am now “ready” for this.”

“You’ll find out all about that, Y/N.” She winks at you and tosses you the keys. Her expression was easily decipherable, she was up to something cocky. You shrug your shoulders anyway and take a seat on the bike, lifting it off the stand. It’s surprisingly light for a build as heavy as it appears to be.

A few minutes later, you’re driving by on one of the emptiest yet the most romantic streets in the city. There are not many stars visible, but even the handful ones that are in sight are enough. The breeze is extremely light, and cosily cold. Both of Natasha’s arms swaddle around you. Her classic leather jacket evidently fails to give her the warmth that she feels with you. Her face is nuzzled up on your left shoulder.

Suddenly, the pleasant moment turns into an entirely different one, when you sense her sultry breath on your collarbone. Before you can speak in protest, she directs you, “Shush. Keep driving dorogoya. I am right here.”

Her cold fingers slowly glide down towards your core over your pants. Once, then twice she circles them over your needy clit. You groan lightly, as you arch your back. “Nat, we’re gonna get hurt. Let me-”

“Nuh-uh honey. This is what you get for testing my patience the other night. And now you are so needy for me, aren’t you?” You lean back into her harder and hum as a positive response. “Then use your words Y/N. Are you needy for me right now?”

“Yes. You and only you.”

“Good.” Her persistent teasing makes you hit the brakes harshly as an instinct. You park the motorcycle in an empty parking lot and hold Nat’s hand, guiding her behind a tree trunk whose sole purpose later resulted to be a mere physical support.

Your back resting on the tree, you grab her flustered face between your hands and tug her in close. When the lack of oxygen is too much, she pulls away. Sweaty palms clutching her leather jacket, you make her take it off to reveal her tank top.

You turn her around and begin planting kisses and leaving marks all over her. Natasha’s pants get heavier by the minute as you suck on her skin then soothe it, and repeat it. The redhead turns her head towards you as she unbuttons her pair of jeans. With a smug look and a twinkle in her wonderful emerald eyes, she reveals a strap larger than any that you have taken before.

Vigorously, she pins you against the tree again and unbuttons your pants, then pulls them down immediately, just enough for her to access. Before you can process the moment, the strap fills up your cunt.

On shortage of friction, you move your hips along, but Nat takes her time to pick up a pace. However, once she does, you can sense the leaves shedding due to the shaking. Her free hand covers your mouth, to keep you considerably silenced. Beads of sweat roll down her defined face, and she stares right into your eyes with a look so pure.

You anticipate your climax reaching, and your eyes widen as a result. Nat lifts her hand off your mouth and orders, “You know you have to ask for it, detka.”

And so, you barely manage to utter currently, “Please, Nat, can I come?”

As a reply, she nods lightly and thrusts inside of you harder, till you come. Soon as you release, your balance gets toppled over. Her hands come to your rescue the following second, and she places you down in the concrete ground to relax. You sit up straight with some support.

“Y/N, there’s a store right around the corner, I’ll be right back getting you a pair of new sweatpants. We’ll go home after that, okay?” Natasha asks you, handing you a bottle of water and placing a hand on your shoulder gently. “Okay.”

She helps you get changed, and you aid her with packing everything up neatly. “How are you feeling?” she asks you in a silent tone. “I- This feels wonderful. I wish you would let me return the favour, though. How are you feeling?”

“Still deeply in love with you as ever.”

She plants a kiss on your cheek and rides you back to your apartment.

— ✦ —

Upon reaching home, you grab her firmly and tell her, “You know, baby, I’m actually feeling kind of hungry right now.”

“Then wait let me get something for y-”

Tightening your grip around her, you whisper against her reddened face, “Oh, you see, I’m not really that kind of hungry.”

[lovelettersforthedamned]

Congrats on 400 followers!

I don't know if I can request two prompts, but could you write "they know about this. about us." and "your morning voice is so hot." "what?" with Poe? Pls make it smutty

Honey

✮ poe dameron x f!reader

✮ word count: 1.4k

✮ summary: A day off with Poe is rare, so might as well start it off right.

✮ warnings: fluff, smut, MINORS DNI, 18+, thigh riding, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, lowkey a situationship lolz.

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main m.list ⋆ poe dameron m.list ⋆ four-hundred follower bash

not my gif. credit to the owner.

Having a day off was a rarity, but having a day off the same day as Poe? That was nearly impossible. 

You and Poe have been sneaking around for a while. The thought of everyone knowing about your business with the Resistance’s poster boy gave you a headache. Whatever was going on between you two was good with the both of you, and you’d like to keep it that way. 

Your sleep schedule was jumbled, from hours spent late in the night to early mornings, you were swamped. And though you wanted to sleep in, your body’s natural alarm decided to wake you as the sun rose. Cursing to yourself, you turn to Poe, sleeping soundly in your bed. 

He’s lying on his stomach, and his arm draped over your waist as his curls sprawled over your pillow. His grip on you tightened as you moved closer to him, the heat of his skin radiating, causing you to curl up next to him. 

Your eyes grew heavy. Poe’s soft breaths act as a lullaby until your holopad wrung. The blasting sound of the incoming call woke you both. You stumble to the bedside desk, fixing your appearance, not bothering to check who it is before answering. 

Rose’s face appears and you turn to make sure Poe isn’t in view before turning back around, “Hey, Rose! Is there something wrong?” A bright big smile is plastered on your face, an obvious cover for your true state. 

Her eyebrows furrow. “No,” she starts, “I was just wondering if you’ve seen Poe? He was supposed to send me the report for the new pilot.” 

Poe was fully awake at this point, and you looked in the corner of your eye to see him looking at you. He shrugs and mouths “day off”. You hold back a laugh before turning back to Rose, “If I see him I will let him know.”

“Mhm…,” her words drag out as she puts the pieces together. “Poe! I expect that report in my hands first thing tomorrow morning,” she speaks louder to make sure he can hear from your bed behind you. 

Your eyes widen. “Yep,” Poe calls out. 

“Enjoy your day off, (Y/N),” she says before ending the call. 

The moment you put down the holopad, your eyes are trained on Poe, worry and anger flooding through your veins. His arms are open, welcoming you back into his hold. You waste no time before settling in the sheets, nuzzling against Poe’s chest. 

You break the comfortable silence, “They know about this. About us.” 

“Only Rose does,” Poe mutters, his voice still raspy from sleep. He’s always been the person to try and ease your worries, but with this, he knows he won’t succeed. 

“If Rose knows,” you turn to face him, “then everyone does.” 

He laughs. He knows that your worrying isn’t funny, but he can’t help but laugh. You playfully smack his arm and try to move away from him, but his hold is too strong. “No, wait,” he says between giggles, “you look cute when you’re worried over things that don’t matter.” 

“But this does matter, Poe–,” you’re cut off by a small kiss.

Poe’s hand is holding the side of your face, his thumb stroking back and forth as he looks at your features. “Your morning voice is so hot,” he whispers.

Your face scrunches in confusion, “What?” 

Poe doesn’t even respond to your question, he dives in for another kiss. But this time, he fully pulls you in, the kiss is messy and desperate. Although you two spent the night entangled in each other’s arms, you couldn’t get enough of him. 

You’re both naked from the night before, the heat from your skin makes it almost uncomfortable under the covers. Poe must have thought the same when he threw it off, the fabric lying on the floor. You giggle at his actions, the cold air shocks your system. 

Poe pulls away panting, “Get on top of me.” His voice was soft but demanding. The lust in his eyes was entrancing, and along with the rasp in his voice, you were trapped. 

You sit up and swing your leg over his waist before lining yourself with his hard cock. You were just about to lower yourself before he grabbed your waist, stopping you. Looking up, you’re confused. Isn’t this what we wanted? 

He must have seen the confusion written across your face because he laughs before speaking. “Sorry, I should’ve been more specific,” he starts, a slight blush rising to his cheeks. His hands on your waist have subconsciously started stroking the skin there, “Ride my thigh, (Y/N).”

“Oh,” you perk up at his request. You back down to his thigh, place your wet core onto him, and start grinding. 

With the way you’re moving, the friction on your clit is perfect, causing you to throw your head back and let out a dangerously loud moan. The walls on the base have always been thin, and you knew that, but you didn’t care, especially when Poe’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the galaxy. 

His cock is resting on the outside of your thigh, the tip leaking with precum. Your hands were once placed on Poe’s chest, but now one of them is holding his hand to your hip and the other is jerking him off. 

Poe’s body tenses at the sudden stimulation before he lets out a low groan. The sound of his pleasure urges you to keep going. You move your hips faster as you tighten your fist around the tip of his cock. “You’re gonna be the death of me, honey,” he slurs. 

You take a mental note of the new name he used for you, storing it in the back of your mind. 

Your legs are shaking and tired, but you’d be an idiot to stop now, especially when you’re this close. Momentarily pausing your movements, you lean down to give Poe a quick kiss, “You wish.” 

Leaning back up, you can feel the coil in your stomach edge its way closer to the tipping point of pleasure. The grip on your hips tightened catching your attention and making you look at the desperate man below you. “You’re right there,” he kneads at the skin there, “I can feel it.” You nod, unable to form a coherent sentence. “Cum for me. Please, I need it,” he tenses his thigh, the muscles now acting as more stimulation for your aching clit. 

With this new angle, you cum instantly. The sight of you coming undone causes Poe to cum with you. Your hand is a mess. Your fist is covered with ropes of cum, the warm liquid running down your fingers. 

As you come down, you collapse onto Poe’s chest. You’ve both made a mess, you could feel it. Your inner thighs are sticky and uncomfortably wet, causing you to try and dismount yourself off of his thigh. But with shaky legs, you fail. You barely raise your leg a few inches before the muscles shake, causing it to collapse back into the sticky mess. 

Poe notices your discomfort and quickly flips you so that you’re the one lying on the bed. He presses a delicate kiss to your forehead before whispering, “I’ll be right back.” Your eyes are closed as you nod. 

You can hear the sink running from the refresher before a warm cloth is placed on your core. Your eyes widen at the feeling, before relaxing at the sight before you. Poe is cleaning you up with such care. He wipes away all remnants of pleasure and triple-checks that he got everything before he even thinks to clean himself up. 

You grin at the gesture. When Poe tosses the cloth in the hamper, he returns to you. Laying on top of your naked frame, his curls tickle your chin. “You’re a real gentleman, Dameron,” you mumble into the crown of his head. 

His arms tighten around you, “Only for you though.” 

“Oh yeah?” You start, “Why’s that?”

He takes a deep breath before sinking further into your hold, “Good night, (Y/L/N).” 

“The day just started. You have all day to explain what you meant by that, and the ‘you’re gonna be the death of me, honey’,” you lower your voice to mimic his, eliciting a laugh from Poe. 

He lifts his head and pauses before pressing a warm kiss to your lips. “Patience is key,” he whispers before laying his head back down on your naked chest, “...honey.”

✮ author's note: i love poe dameron smut!! thank you anon :) come join us in my bash!! we can't wait to see you!!! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support me and my work. ok, bye ily

[the-desilittle-bird]

Hi,

do you still take Gellert Grindelwald requests? If you do, could you please write a fanfic, where the reader is Newt‘s best friend (a bit younger than him) and is also relativly close with Dumbledore. She meets Grindelwald during his escape, with her being one of the aurors. (At the beginning of the 2nd film) At first she despises him, but slowly starts warming up. Newt and Dumbledore often try to save her (she also tried to escape in the beginning), but in the end (after FB 2) she chooses Grindelwald over them. Smut in the end?If you are comfortable with it.

Thank you for considering

AN - Yep! I still love that old and beautiful man and god knows how long I have not been on this platform. I forgot my password and what not so sorry for the dead silence. Hope you like this.

Enjoy your Read and Thank You!

Requests are Open!!!

Be By My Side

Gellert Grindelwald x Fem!Reader

Summary - What happens when Y/N finds herself on a crossroad and needs to decide between her best friend and the ultimate love of her life?

Warnings - You asked for smut, and you will get it (please pardon me if it's bad, its my first or second time) (Breeding Kink and Dirty Talk). Gellert Grindelwald (He requires his own warning).

Tag List - @lady-athanasia, @littlesatanicassholebitch, @eudximoniakr, @hyacinthus007, @shopping, @choccocake, @andlizeth, @lady-juliettes, @blackhoodlea, @omgsuperstarg, @killing-gremlin, @narcy, @targaryenmoony, @moon-light1415, @thatgirlthatreadswattpad

GIF Credit goes to @grindeldore-is-real

Y/N FOUND HERSELF STARING AT THE BLUE FLAMES WITH WIDE EYES AND A RACING HEART. This was it, she thought to herself as she watched the loyal followers of the blonde man step through the circle of fire and disappear. Perhaps to Nurmengard, she assumed.

The past few weeks raced through her mind, memories turning her mind dizzy as she was overwhelmed by the burden of the choice that weighed her down; turning her body to stone.

Months ago, had she been told that she would need to choose between Newt, her best and probably the only friend who had ever stood by her side, and Gellert Grindelwald, the dark wizard she was supposed to catch. She would have chosen her best friend and had allowed her former professor's words to sink deep into her. But now, she felt her mind and heart conflicting.

Don't choose a man who is capable of destroying you, Dumbledore had said on the day she had graduated from Hogwarts and started her job as an Auror. Probably he knew that she had a liking for questionably type of men, or perhaps he could see future; Y/N doesn't know.

"Y/N/N." Newt's scream fell on deaf ears as the young girl remained locked in her own memories. Remembering the first argument she had with the Master of Elder Wand, having pointed her own wand to his face while he had not even flinched. Perhaps he knew that she would never harm him or kill him. She was not allowed to.

The young Auror could remember the day vividly when she had tried to escape her prison, caught only due to the cold winds and the snow. I do not wish to harm you, I never will, he had said, carefully placing his wand on the snow, disarming himself to comfort her. You are a liar, she had argued only to earn a smile and a deep chuckle.

If I had lied to you, then I can assure you that this moment would have never happened. He was right, she knew in her heart. Gellert Grindelwald was a master of words; had he truly ever wished to trap her, he would have already.

The gentle brush of his lips against her was still fresh in her mind. A deep hum from his throat, a moan from hers. One hand sliding down her sides to hold her against himself while the other pursued its way into her hair.

The electric tinge she had felt was unique, something she had never heard of. The same could have been said for her heart skipping a beat or the butterflies in her stomach, but was it really unheard of? No. Those were all indications to a revelation she wished not to see. But how long could she run away from the truth?

"Y/N," the rumble of Gellert's deep voice made her open her closed eyes, inhaling sharply as she felt every pair of eyes present watching her. But above all, the mismatched eyes of her lover watched her with a tilt of his head.

He took a step, and again, and again. He approached her, never letting go of her eyes as he walked up the stairs. His hand was outstretched, empty; waiting for hers patiently.

"Come join me, beloved," he whispered, making the girl gulp as her eyes trailed off to her best friend who watched her with desperation. 'Don't,' she saw him mouthing, but her mind could no longer register anything, frozen in a single place.

Gellert's lips brushed against the outer shell of her ear, eliciting a deep moan which made him chuckle. His hand cupped the side of her face while he whispered: "Be by my side. Be my Queen."

All the thoughts vanished from her mind, leaving behind only a single man in focus. One who had platinum locks and mismatched eyes which resembled so much like his own personality. The man who stood in front of her, waiting for her to say the word, to give him the consent.

"Yes."

Silk sheets covered her bare body from the preying eyes of her lover, whose fingers drew patterns on her back while she slept peacefully. The soft glow of the first sunlight entered the bedroom, filling it with a golden glow.

Y/N hummed to herself, snuggling deep into the arms of Gellert who smiled down at her; a smile reserved specially for her. His fingers deliberately moved south, running along her spine before they moved to touch her thighs.

His fingers were calloused, rough, against her skin. Creating the perfect sensation that had her moaning prettily into his shoulder. A light flush painted the skin of her neck and cheeks, touching the tips of her ear as she tried to hide herself in the crook of his neck.

"How pure," he whispered with a smirk, his fingers teasing her folds, gathering the moisture that had coated her lips. Another moan left her lips involuntarily as the pad of his thumb came in contact with her clit, rubbing a slow circle that had her withering.

"Yet so desperate," he growled, retrieving his hand as he flipped them. His eyes watched with amusement as the girl underneath him flustered pink at his words.

She leaned up, chasing his lips into a shy kiss that had Gellert groaning as his hips snapped against her. His hand moved eagerly, intertwining with her hair before tugging her back, baring her neck. The sight of purple bruises and bites had him grow harder as he nipped on the skin on her collarbone.

"Gellert," she moaned, hands shooting off to tug at his disheveled hair. "Please," she mewled, moving her hips desperately. With a smirk plastered on his angular face, the wizard taunted, "what do you want, rabbit?"

The cry that left her satisfied him enough as he slowly settled inside her, grunting at the feel of her insides squeezing him. A broken moan left Y/N as a single tear rolled down her cheek, her nails digging into his back as she forced herself to relax around his length.

Moments after, the entire room was filled with loud sound of moans and grunts and the peculiar sound of skin slapping against skin. Filthy words escaped Gellert's mouth as he praised her while pounding deep into her.

"Such an obedient little girl. A perfect slut. So tight, so pure, so innocent. The perfect little wife. Should I make you a mother? Would you like that? Carrying my child. I feel you clinging around me, seems that you like that idea."

The sunshine filled the entire room in a holy glow as Gellert and Y/N cummed on the same time. Breath labored, both of them slumped against each other, foreheads pressed together as they came down from their peaks.

"I love you," she whispered, the words almost lost between the heavy pants. But Gellert heard them anyway, and with a smile and a light heart, he whispered the words back.

"I love you too, beloved."

[gaysindistress]

Sad Girl - four

summary: James has an interesting new business’ proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with.

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: cursing, guns, violence (it is a mob au after all), Bucky’s smartass

word count: 1.3K

part 3 | series masterlist

a/n: I know this chapter is a little shorter BUT it’s for good reason. The next part will be worth it. 

taglist: @missvelvetsstuff @angelsincident @spencerreidisagorgman​ 

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

10:30 on the dot and Doll is lounging on the black coach in his office, computer balanced on her knees. Even if she had been whisked into some dystopian world, she still had work to do and emails from her father to ignore. James’ voice could be heard bouncing off the hallway walls as he made his way to his office, talking to someone on the phone. With one hand he opens the office door while the other hand holds the phone to his ear. Surprise is not the first emotion he feels when he notices Doll has made his office her own but it’s only emotion he lets make it to his face. She glances at the clock silently saying “of course I’m on time” and goes back to the files pulled up on her screen. 

“Okay well Steve is more than capable of handling any other issues if they come up so call him,” the frustration is evident in his voice and shoulders as he’s pulling out his own computer and getting it set up on his desk.

“What? No like I said call Steve. Don’t call me and if it’s something really fucked up, Steve will call me. I have a meeting that I am now late to thanks to you not being able to handle little shit,” with that, he ends the call and sits down in the chair that has been calling his name for the last few hours. 

Doll has moved to the chair across from him, eyes taking every detail and making mental notes of where his weak spots are for later use. 

Clearing his throat, he startles her and begins to speak “I’m surprised to see you here already.”

“You said 10:30 so I was here at 10:30.”

“Just surprised given how headstrong you are.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

A smile tugs at the corner of his plump pink lips, wait just lips, as he types something into his computer and turns the screen so they both can see it. He leans forward in effort to make sure she can see the document clearly but all she’s focused on is the chain disappearing under that stupidly well fit burnt orange shirt. 

“I assume you went over the contract already with your father,” he notices where her eyes are looking but doesn’t say anything. 

“Yep.”

“Good girl. Now we do have to officially announce our engagement but you can choose how we do that. You step mother wants us to have an engagement party at their estate but I got your father to agree that announcing it at the fundraiser Friday night would also work.”

‘Good girl’ was not lost on her and her slightly widened as her cheeks flushed which was also not lost on James. 

“I’m required to go anyways so might as well make it useful,” she forces out, nearly chocking on her words, “Pepper only wants to parade you around to all of her friends to show that she has more money and connections than them.” 

“Sounds good to me, Doll. Do you have something to wear?”

She only nods, not trusting the state of her voice. Her mind is too focused on why the hell he chose to say ‘good girl’ and why the hell she’s so flustered over it?

“Can I ask what?”

“A dress.”

“Well of course, Doll but what does it look like?”

Crossing her arms over her chest, “why do you want to know?”

“I want to match my lovely bride to be.”

“Oh well in that case it’s bright yellow with tons of tulle and bows,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. 

Blue steel eyes and a slight smirk stare back at her, a look of ‘try again’ takes over his face. She wonders how many times he uses this same face on his business partners to get them to comply. Or maybe he reserves it for his girlfriends when they misbehave. 

“It’s a black sleeveless, fitted dress with a v neck.”

“How low?”

“Excuse me?”

“How low is the v neck?”

“My boobs will be covered if that’s what you’re concerned about. I wasn’t exactly planning on being engaged when I bought it.”

“I don’t care what you wear. I’m more concerned about whether or not I’m going to have to hold you back when someone looks at you the wrong way or says something stupid,” he chuckles still leaning over the desk, eyes flickering across her body. 

“I can handle my own,” her annoyance is far out grown whatever else she was feeling. 

“Oh I know you can but since I’m about to be your husband, I do have to play the part.”

“Whatever. What else do you need to go over?” she huffs, crossing her right leg over her left. 

Scrolling down a little more, he says “The wedding is scheduled a month from now. You can plan it or we can hire someone.”

“Hire someone. I don’t have the time to plan a wedding and I don’t want Pepper anywhere near it.”

“I figured as much. I’ll have Natasha get all of that sorted,” scrolling a little more, he stops and makes eye contact with her again, “Aside from those two events, there’s nothing else. We just have to play nice in public while having separate private lives if that’s what you’d like.”

Her fingers flex on her bicep, “If that’s what I’d like?”

“I’m known to have a certain affect on women.”

“Oh my god! You’re an absolutely douchebag. Yes I’d much rather have nothing to do with you outside of public events. Now if we’re done here, I’d like to get back to my very legitimate work,” she says, standing with James’ eyes following her every move. 

“The work you do for you father is not legal,” he remarks, eyes settling on the way she bites her lip in irritation. 

“It’s less illegal than whatever you do,” she shots back, waving a hand in the air. 

Sitting back in his chair,  James clasps his hands together in his lap, “what exactly do you think I do?”

“Illegal…things.”

“Very descriptive, Doll. I’ll tell you if you admit you’re also doing illegal things.”

“Providing therapy to people is not illegal.”

“It is if they’re criminals needing a clear record so they don’t go back to prison. Also what therapist carries a gun around?”

“That’s not what I do and I don’t carry when I’m working,” she affirms with great annoyance. 

“Sure, Doll, just when you’re interrupting important meetings,” it’s his turn to roll his eyes. 

“Maybe don’t involve me in stupid shit and I won’t pull a gun on you,” she pauses to stop herself from exploding on him, “I’m a therapist for reformed individuals.”

He reaches into his desk drawer and ignores her, knowing she won’t let it down if he corrects her. He pulls out a little black box with a box on top and sets it down on the desk in between them. 

“Here’s your ring.”

Going to grab the box, Doll is hesitant to believe what he says. 

“My ring?” she questions as she unties the bow and opens the box. 

Inside is a 3 carat radiant cut diamond ring sitting neatly in velvet. 

“Jesus Christ,” she whispers, “might as well have gotten a 5 carat one, holy shit.”

James smirks smugly at her reaction, standing and takes the box from her hands. He takes the ring out and puts the box down before taking her left hand in his much larger hands. She goes silent and still while he slips the ring onto her finger. Bending down he kisses the top of her hand and her breath hitches. 

“5 would be considered a weapon on your hand. 3 will leave a few cuts but nothing too major. Can’t have you doing any real damage to me,” he says through the smirk he is still wearing. 

“I do have to go. Steve has been blowing up my phone since I walked in. I will see you at dinner,” he says pointing a finger at Doll while he walks out of the room, leaving her flustered and alone in the office. 

[errythinisblue]

Hi to the most beautiful person on Tumblr! I was wondering if you could write sth with John where you're like 5-6 months pregnant and he takes you shopping for the baby and for you and everything's so sweet and when you're in a shop trying on a bag or some dress you say sth like "oh well my belly's in fhe way" and he smiles caresses it and you the sales assistants are looking at you lovingly, things like that. Thank you and sorry if it's been too specific 🙈

Aw you’re so precious, dear anon! Thank you for your request! 😍 it’s actually the first time I’m writing for John, so I hope I made him justice! ❤️

My baby.

John Stones x Y/N

Summary: Once he’s home from the World Cup, you’re the only thing that can save John from his “demons”, so much that he decides to spend a whole day spoiling you and your baby.

Warnings: none. Just pure, fluffy fluff!

gif credits to @bluemoonstonesy

“Wake up babygirl,” John whispered in your ear as he moved your hair away from your face, “I made breakfast…”

His deep morning voice woke you up from your peaceful sleep; while he caressed your cheek with the back of his forefinger, you slowly opened your eyes. John’s baby blues were the first thing you saw, those beautiful eyes of his you were so fond of; he smiled at you, his full lips looked so soft; his whole face looked as perfect as ever, making you question if you were still dreaming.

“Good morning sleeping beauty,” he chuckled as he watched you stretching your limbs, “how are you feeling?” John asked you as he stroked your bump over the soft material of the blanket.

“No more morning sickness so…” you yawned, “I’m good, but I’d be feeling even better if you’d give me a kiss.”

“Is that so??”

“Yep.”

“Is that you asking, or your crazy pregnancy hormones?” John smirked as he bumped his nose against yours.

“Both!” you grinned after you pecked his lips, surprising him.

“I figured,” he shook his head smiling, before he leaned forward and placed a loving, tender kiss on your forehead, “do you want me to grab your robe for you?”

“Please.” you looked at him with adoring eyes; John really was putting all his effort into helping you, and you were so grateful to him even for the smallest gesture.

“Here you go mama,” your boyfriend smiled as he held your robe in his hands, waiting for you to get out of bed, “whoa, look at you!”

“What?” you asked John, as he looked at you in awe.

“You look so… pregnant!”

“You don’t say!” you playfully rolled your eyes at him, “I’m six months pregnant John, of course I look pregnant!”

“Hey don’t be mean!” he whined, “You know I’m not that good with words!”

“Oh yeah I know that baby,” you chuckled as you took the robe from his hands, right before they instinctively went to your belly once again, “but you know? I do feel different now that I’m standing…” you admitted as your hands joined his over your robe.

“See? That’s because you look different!” John exclaimed in an obvious way, before he dragged you by your hand in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom, “Look! It seems like your belly finally popped!”

“Oh my God…” you murmured as you took your appearance in. You turned to your right as you looked at your stomach, gently caressing it with your hands: it was rounder than it was before, and you couldn’t help but get emotional over the fact that your baby was growing more and more every day.

“Here we go with the hormonal waterfalls…” John teased you as he wrapped his big arms around your shoulders, kissing you on your temple as you sniffled, before you wiped your teary eyes with the heel of your hands.

“Those are not hormonal waterfalls Stones,” you narrowed your eyes at him, “I’m just feeling like crying because now I’ll have to tell you were right.”

“I’m always right.”

“You aren’t.” you shook your head at him, before you leaned your forehead on his warm chest.

“I am.” he countered as he left a peck on the top of your head, “But that’s not the most important thing right now, you have to eat come on.”

You couldn’t really argue with that, as you were hungry indeed; plus you knew John wouldn’t have listened to a word you said, not before you ate enough at least.

“Do you want me to bring you some more tea? Or maybe some fruit?” John asked you as he sipped on his glass of fresh orange juice.

“No thank you babe,” you smiled at him, “I really ate for two this morning!” you giggled as you stood in front of him, “Breakfast was amazing, I love you John, thank you…”

“I’m glad I made you happy, I want to do everything I can for you and our baby…” a soft smile grazed his lips as he gently touched your face, “aaand… I love you too, my precious baby.” he kneeled in front of you as he pecked your belly countless times, tickling you and making you laugh out loud.

-

Surprises never seemed to end that day: John was set on spoiling you, and he wouldn’t stop until he thought you had been satisfied. His mind was still going back to the World Cup semifinal, but being back home with you and your baby was making things a lot easier for him; so it only seemed right for him to be spoiling you both as best as he could.

“Babe I really don’t get this,” you said as you got out of John’s car, “You hate shopping so why are you putting yourself through this??”

“That’s true, but you don’t.” he simply stated as he shrugged his shoulders, locking the car in the meantime, “And today is about you and our baby, so I’m taking you both shopping. So you can buy whatever you need.”

“What should I need, John?” you looked at him dumbfounded before your brain started to overthink, “Oh my God you think I’m getting fat??” you left his hand as you stopped walking, as John immediately turned around.

“What??” he asked, “No, no baby I could never think that!”

“Prove it to me.” you weren’t buying it, your crazy hormones wouldn’t let you do so.

“Here?? We’re literally in the middle of the street!”

“Here John.” you insisted as you crossed your arms, trying to look a little intimidating even if deep down you knew it was impossible due to your boyfriend’s height.

“Okay,” he chuckled as he took a step back towards you, his hands immediately finding your face as he knew you couldn’t resist him when he was this close, “listen carefully to what I’m saying because I might not be able to say it again,” he said, smiling again, “I could never think you’re getting fat, I couldn’t even if I tried. You’re carrying our baby, and seeing you like this is making my brain go nuts! If anything I’m so grateful to your body, for everything it’s going through and everything is going on inside you… How could I think you’re fat? Hm? I love you.”

“How did you get so good with words??” you whined as you wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling as close to him as you could.

“A simple ‘I love you too John’ would have been great you know??”

“I love you too John?” you said as you innocently smiled up at him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute…”

“Or else??” you provoked him as you walked down the street, looking at showcases as you did so.

“Don’t test my patience baby.” John smirked as he held you closer to his side, his hand slipping in the back pocket of your jeans.

“Boooringg…” you rolled your eyes at him, yelping as he squeezed your butt and immediately removing his hand from your body.

John’s cheeky little laugh was so contagious that you soon joined him laughing, as you took his hand in yours while you walked. Everything looked so magical, late afternoon strolls in Manchester were something you loved during Christmas time: the air was chilly, sometimes freezing, but nothing could stop you from walking under those beautiful Christmas lights. This year it was even better, since it was your very first Christmas with your baby.

“Oh myy…” you said as you looked at a beautiful burgundy red dress, your mouth open wide as you took every detail of the satin dress in awe, “John look at this!”

“You’d look so beautiful in this…” he whispered in your ear, “Do you like it?”

“Like it??” you gasped, “More like I adore it!”

“Come on then,” John said as he took your hand, “let’s go and try it on.”

“What?? No way! This dress costs a fortune John!”

“Since when has money become a problem??” John frowned, “I’m not taking no for an answer Y/N.”

“It’s not about money, but look at me! How am I supposed to get into that dress??” you chuckled, thinking that even if you had it tailored you wouldn’t be able to wear it again.

“I’ll think about that, you don’t have to worry.”

“John!” you protested as he dragged you inside by your hand.

“Good evening Mr. Stones, good evening Miss,” the sales assistant greeted the both of you, clearly recognising John, “how can I help you?”

“Good evening,” John said as he wrapped his arm around your waist, “my girlfriend here kind of fell in love with the red dress you have in your showcase, is that possible for her to try it on??”

“John you don’t-” you tried to protest again before John shushed you with a kiss on your cheek.

“Yes I do,” he said, “I wanna spoil you and our baby, so please let me.”

“Yeah but me being pregnant is the very reason why I can’t wear that dress!” you chuckled as you excused yourself to the sales assistant for your boyfriend’s behaviour.

“Oh no, that’s really not a problem Miss! We can find the right size for you, and have the dress tailored for you and your baby! So you’ll both feel comfortable.”

“See? I told you I would have thought about that!” John said as he playfully winked at you.

“Yes you did, but you’re not the one who’s actually ‘thinking about it’!” you sassed back, making John giggle as he hugged you while you waited for the sales assistant to find the right dress for you.

Once she found it, she guided you to the fitting room. And that’s how the longest hour of John’s life began. He really wasn’t getting how it was possible for someone to take this long just to try a dress on, and he was getting impatient as he obviously couldn’t wait to see you in that dress. He was sure that you’d look like a daydream in it, and he was really looking forward to see you wearing it.

“Are you ready to see your girlfriend Mr Stones??” the sales assistant softly smiled at John, as he saw the poor man pacing the floor right in front of the fitting room.

“More than ready…” John sighed as he nervously scratched the back of his neck.

“Okay, Miss Y/N you can come now!” she said as she opened the door to let you out, helping you with it as you held your bump with your hands.

“You’re so nice, thank you,” you smiled at her, glad she was so helpful and patient with you, “I’m so sorry, I still have to get used to this bump being in the way of everything…” you chuckled as you walked out of the fitting room, your gaze immediately falling to the ground as you blushed under John’s stare.

“Don’t you dare apologise for our beautiful baby,” John rasped, his voice suddenly deep, his breathing almost laboured, “you look stunning.”

“I wasn’t apologising for it, but for how clumsy I am,” you softly smiled at John, “Thank you though, you were right, I feel so beautiful in this dress…”

“Two times in a day??” John exclaimed, “I’m not used to you saying I’m right so many times babe!” John joked, his breath dangerously close to your ear as he hugged your satin dressed body.

“Oh shut up you silly…” you whined, making the sales assistant laugh at how cute of a couple you were, “It’s better if I take this gorgeous dress out now…”

“Of course, I’ll help you Miss!” the sales assistant said as she held the door for you to go back into the fitting room.

“Can I have a word?” John stopped her before she could enter the room with you.

“Yes, of course.”

“Is it possible to have the dress delivered at my house in like a week?” he asked her, “You know we have an important Christmas party, and I’d like to give the dress to her as a surprise…”

“Of course it’s possible, that’s such a nice thought Mr Stones! I won’t say a word to your girlfriend…”

���Thank you, I appreciate it!” John smiled as he walked to the checkout to pay for your dress.

-

“You know you didn’t have to buy us all of these things?”

“I know,” John answered your question as you both were putting your bags in the boot of his car, “but I wanted to do that, you’ve been fully supporting me through everything, I wanted to repay you for that.”

“John, I didn’t do that for you to repay me.” you pointed out, “I’ll always support you, because I love you, and I love what you do on the pitch.”

“I don’t really love what I do on the pitch right now…” John sighed, thinking back at the lost game against France, “Not after that semifinal.”

“Take me home?” you softly caressed his cheek, trying to comfort him in the sweetest way.

“Okayy…” he said as he was closing the boot of the car.

You walked to the passenger’s door, opening it before you sat down on the car seat. As soon as John slammed the boot of the car shut, he snapped out of his thoughts, and he jogged to the driver’s door.

“What’s wrong??” you asked him as you sensed his mood changed somehow.

“Fuck that game, fuck football for tonight. Are you up for some hot chocolate??” John smiled as he looked you in the eyes.

“Are you the one with food cravings now??” you laughed incredulously, happy that John was seemingly ready to let that game go, at least for the night.

“We’re expecting a baby, aren’t we??” he winked, closing his door and running to yours, “Come on, my baby wants some hot chocolate.”

“How do you know that??” you chuckled as you got out of the car once again.

“It’s my baby, I can sense that!” he said as he held his arm out for you, “Plus I know you want some, mama.”

“Well you’re right,” you said, “like mama, like son.”

“Son?? Do you think it’s gonna be a boy??”

“It’s my baby, I can sense that!” you winked at John as you slapped his butt, making him laugh.

-

Today was about you, you and your little family. And John thought that he wanted nothing more than to spend forever like this, with you.

[animesmolbean]

A World of Pure Imagination

Side Note: Talking about a Wonka GIF... AGAIN!

Who knew someone being covered in chocolate would be attractive! There's a first for everything, I guess, lol! 😆

Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️

Chapter 14: We Did It, We Changed the World

Yin gasped and looked behind him. Who he saw completely surprised him.

It was a very short man with orange skin and bright green hair. He wore a brown and white ensemble with goggles and mechanical wings.

The Little Orange Man was real!

"You're the little orange man Willy told me about." Yin said, eyes wide in shock.

The green haired munchkin rolled his eyes. "I'll have you know, I am an Oompa Loompa. They call me Lofty." He said in a dry, sarcastic tone. He looked at the young man. "And you must be the young man that Mr. Wonka wouldn't shut up about."

Yin felt a blush bloom onto his cheeks. "He... talked about me?"

"He wouldn't shut up about you."

'He talked about me.' Yin thought to himself, smiling sweetly. Then he remembered.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lofty. Can you help me turn this off, please?" He asked, trying to turn the handles again.

Lofty looked at the machinery. "I've got this." He used the mechanical wings and flew up to a higher point. There was a lever that was labeled 'Emergency Drain'.

'I guess I didn't see that.' Yin thought to himself.

Even though Lofty was already there, Yin stood on his toes and reached for the lever. At the same time, Lofty and Yin pulled down the lever. The machine made a whirring sound, and Yin heard the chocolate being drained. It worked.

Yin looked at Lofty and kneeled down once Lofty was on the ground again. "Thank you, Mr. Lofty. How can I repay you?" He asked graciously, shaking his hand in his.

Lofty pulled his hand away after a few seconds. "You could get that boyfriend of yours to repay his debt. That'll be a good start."

The young man didn't know what he was talking about, but he nodded. "You got it."

"Now, I bid you good day, sir." Lofty activated his wings and flew out of the vault and onto the elevator, activating it and the elevator went up.

Once the elevator was out of sight, Yin got up and went to the door. He started to turn the handle. "Willy! Noodle!" He called.

He managed to get the door open and saw Willy and Noodle on the platform, covered in chocolate. The pair saw him, and they yelled, "Yin!"

"Guys!"

Yin ran in, not caring about the slippery chocolate on the pathway. He got to Noodle first, who ran up to him first. The two took each other's hands. "You're okay! You're okay! I'm so relieved!" Yin exclaimed in joy.

"You saved us, Yin! Thank you!" Noodle exclaimed happily.

Yin chuckled. "I can't take all the credit. I had a little help. From the The Little Orange Man."

Noodle's eyes widened. "The Little Orange Man?! He's real?!"

"Yep. His name is Lofty. Interesting guy." Yin stated, chuckling.

Noodle giggled along with him.

Yin then looked behind Noodle. There stood Willy, his boyfriend, a gentle smile on his pretty face. Yin released Noodle's hands, and with a sniffle, he jogged over to him.

He got over to him and cupped his cheeks. The chocolate on his face was already drying up. "Oh Willy. I thought I was going to lose you again." He whispered, sniffling.

Willy caressed Yin's face with his fingertips, careful not to get too much chocolate on him or his clothes. "It's alright, sugar cube. I'm right here." He reassured.

Yin smiled softly at him. "I'm so happy you're okay, baby." He whispered. Willy smiled softly at the nickname and nuzzled his nose against Yin's. The action smudged some chocolate onto Yin's nose. The couple giggled.

"I hate to ruin this moment, but we have some criminals to catch." Noodle, who was now at the entrance of the tank, interjected.

The couple blushed lightly but nodded. "Yeah. Let's go!" Willy said. Noodle left to get the ledger.

Before they left, Yin kissed Willy. The magician kissed back, cupping Yin's face. The kiss was gentle but firm, lips moving desperately.

They pulled away after a good ten seconds. Yin licked his lips. "By the way, your chocolate is a hundred percent better." He joked.

Willy laughed at his boyfriend, whose face was now mostly smudged with chocolate from his hands. Despite this, he still looked as beautiful as ever.

The couple held hands as they walked out of the tank. Noodle now had the green ledger in her hands.

"Let's go. I would love to see their faces when we come out." Yin said with a playful smirk.

Noodle laughed while Willy chuckled, biting his bottom lip shyly at the sight of Yin smirking playfully.

The trio made their way out of the vault, ready to finally bring the Chocolate Cartel to justice.

(Transition)

The Cartel emerged from the cathedral as the Chief finally arrived in a car.

"Gentlemen! Thank goodness you're alright! I came as fast as I could."

He tried to get out of the car - but now he was so enormously wide he didn't quite fit through the door. The Cartel shared surrpised, confused, and looks of disbelief. The Chief manages to get out. "Car shrunk."

Slugworth spoke up. " Don't you worry, Chief. All under control. Couple of thieves broke in, but I'm afraid they met with a little accident."

"In which they died." Prodnose added dramatically.

This time, it caused the other Cartel members to chuckle. "That's actually very funny." Slugworth commented.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that." A voice called out.

The three turn to see Willy Wonka, Noodle, and Yin emerge from the cathedral. The first two were covered in dried chocolate.

"Officer Affable, would you kindly take a look at this?" Yin asked, gesturing to the green ledger Noodle was holding.

"Wonka!" Slugworth exclaimed in surprise.

Noodle handed Affable the ledger. "It details every single illegal payment these men have ever made. Thousands of them." Noodle looked at the trio.

"Don't listen to her, Affable. She's lying." The Chief spoke.

"Well, of course she is!" Slugworth joined in on the lying.

Affable's eyes widen as he flips through the pages. "She's not, sir. She's absolutely right.... it's incredible."

The Cartel grew visibly nervous. The Chief tries to take control of the situation. "Oh. Well. It sounds like a case for the chief of police. Give it to me, Affable. I'll take it from here. You know, save you from the paperwork."

But Officer Affable keeps a tight hold of the book. "I'm afraid I can't do that, sir."

The Chief chuckled. "Why's that?"

"Because your name's written in here."

"What?"

"A lot." Affable closes the ledger. "You are under arrest."

Slugworth, Fickelgruber, and Prodnose sense the game is up. "Gentlemen? Run!" Arthur squeaked out, and the three moved to run.

Noodle walks forward to go after them but is stopped by Wonka, who takes her arm gently. "That's okay, Noodle. Just give it one second."

Then, something incredible happens. The Chocolate Cartel began to float up for the ground - just like they did in the Galeria. Yin chuckled at this, remembering that moment well.

Slugworth desperately grabbed at the fountain, Prodnose grabbed Slugworth's ankle. Fickelgruber grabbed onto Prodnose's ankle.

"You didn't eat any of those chocolates did you?" Willy asked as he walked towards the fountain, holding Yin's hand.

"Why?" Slugworth asked.

"Because they're Hoverchocs! Delayed action. But extra strong." Willy replied, smiling.

Slugworth growled at Willy.

"You think you're so clever, don't you, Wonka? There's a billion sovereigns of chocolate beneath our feet. We'll get the best lawyers, bribe the judge, rig the jury if we have to. We'll be fine."

Willy frowned a bit, looking down. "I wish I'd thought of that." But then, he smirked, and Yin had to control himself when he saw it; he liked that look.

The chocolatier turned around. "Hey Noodle!" He called out to her. Noodle hit a drain by the cathedral with a wrench. Yin was confused as to what was happening.

Just then, the ground started to tremble. Everyone, except Willy and Noodle, was confused. The fountain in the middle of the square began to shake. The icicles of frozen water, which have hung from the ends of its water spouts for years started to crack and fall.

Then, a rich brown liquid shoots flint he water spouts, sending the Cartel spinning away into the air, making them yell.

"What is it?" Prodnose asked.

"It's our chocolate!" Slugworth replied.

"All our chocolate!" Fickelgruber added.

"We're ruined!" Prodnose cried.

Willy looked up at them. "Don't worry, gentlemen! You'll come down eventually, I think. Probably. But until then.."

He hops onto the edge of the fountain and takes various ingredients from his pockets and sleeves, and throws them into the fountain. The chocolate bubbles and sparkles, turning into a gorgeous color. Noodle watched, enchanted and laughing from the side of the catherdal. Yin watched from in front of the fountain, enchanted and laughing while hopping up and down. The wash house gang emerged from a storm drain.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Willy Wonka, his partner, and friends invite you all to enjoy our chocolate!"

The crowd gathered around the fountain, clamoring for the chocolate. Yin cheered happily, clapping. Willy came down from the fountain as the whole crew came and congratulated each other on the success. Eventually, they break off, talking with the other townspeople.

Willy grabbed Yin's hands in his, both of them jumping up and down with joy.

"We did it, Willy! We changed the world." Yin said excitedly.

"Yes, we did, my dear Yin. Yes, we did."

They cupped each other's face, smiling like idiots. Without a care in the world, they two kiss each other. It was a sweet and loving kiss that lasted for some time.

They pulled away, laughing.

"Finally!" A voice rang out.

The two turned and saw Noodle smiling. "About time." She teased.

The two blushed but couldn't help but smile. "Should we tell her this isn't our first time?" Yin asked.

Willy shook his head. "No. Leave some mystery."

"What?! You already had your first kiss?!" Noodle exclaimed in surprise. "When?!"

The two bit their bottom lips before they both replied at the same time, "When we opened the shop."

"Aww, I missed it!" Noodle whined. "Tell me all about it later, Yin!"

"Will do, Noodle-dee." Yin teased.

Noodle went back to talking to people and giving them chocolate.

The couple looked at each other, and they laughed at what had just happened. "So much for mystery." Yin said. Willy just nodded. Yin went to play with Willy's hair and kiss his cheek, but then he realized he was still covered in chocolate.

"We should probably wash off all this chocolate." He suggested. Willy looked at himself up and down and looked at Yin's chocolate smudged face and hands.

"That didn't stop you earlier." Willy pointed out with a playful look.

The two laughed again.

[lovelettersforthedamned]

Happy Birthday! From, Your Girls.

--genre + trope: ANGST, hurt/NO COMFORT, fluff in the beginning, saw (safe for work)

--pairing: joel miller x f!reader

--word count: 4.5k

--summary: you cannot wait to celebrate joel's birthday as he's surrounded by family, but plans are cut short due to a mysterious virus going around town.

--warnings: fluff (barely), ANGST, hurt/NO comfort, outbreak day, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATHS, descriptions of injuries, weapons, violence, reader is the same age as joel, canon divergence, proposal, reader is a mom to sarah (not her birth mom).

--gif credits: @elysean

Joel was never a birthday person if there is even a word for that. It’s not that he hated his birthday, he just wasn’t a celebratory type of guy. When Sarah came into his life, it changed things. There was a whole new person in his life to love and cherish, and most importantly celebrate. Sarah made it worth it. Then, you randomly showed up. You love to celebrate everything and anything, even the little things. There was no goal Sarah scored in soccer left ignored, and of course, no birthday left without a special something for the person involved. 

Joel was called into work early this morning, too early, but you figured this would happen. After he fell asleep last night, you snuck out from his hold to place sticky notes on places you knew he’d find them. There was a sticky note on his toothbrush, right on top of his pile of work shirts in the dresser, and the last one placed right on his keys. Each of them had a sweet note on it, followed by a messy little heart placed right at the bottom. He smiled to himself as he pockets two of them, and places the third in his wallet, next to a Polaroid of you and Sarah. 

In the picture, you have the widest smile painted on your face. He remembers taking it on your Christmas trip to Boulder last year. The snow is falling and you hugging Sarah tight due to both of you almost falling over in the slick terrain. He finds himself staring at it for a while, reminiscing about the tender moment shared between the three of you. He puts the photo back in his wallet and runs back upstairs to give you both a peck on the forehead before grabbing a banana and heading out to work. 

A few hours pass before your alarm goes off to take Sarah to school, slowly rising from your bed to look at the sun gleaming in through the window. You quickly get ready for the day before heading to Sarah’s room to check if she’s awake. Knocking before coming in, you greet her with a grin before embracing her with a tight hug. “Good Morning, love bug! You almost ready to head downstairs?” You ask, already making your way towards her door.

She responds with a nod, “Yep, is Dad already gone?”

“Yeah, he got called into work early, but I think he should be home before 6 today,” You add, “We’ll have dinner with Uncle Tommy tonight when Dad comes back.” She nods her head as you make your way downstairs into the kitchen. Pulling out the eggs, you hear the front door open. Whipping your head behind you, you see Tommy walk through the living room and sit at the table. 

“Did you wish your brother a happy birthday?” Turning around, you ask with your hand on your hip.

“What did you get Joel? Theoretically speaking.” He responds, ignoring your question.

You look back at him in shock and confusion, “Don’t you think it’s a little late to be asking me that question?”

He raises his hands in surrender, “I said theoretically!”

Before you could reply, you hear Sarah’s footsteps descend the stairs, “You really didn’t get him a present?” 

“Once again, I said theoretically…Did you get him a present?” He squints his eyes, questioning the teen. 

“Of course I did,” she retorts back, “Because I’m a good daughter.”

Shaking your head you hand Sarah her plate of scrambled eggs, “Okay, okay. Eat your breakfast before you’re late for the bus.”

You sit with the both of them as you take this moment in. Knowing what Sarah’s birth mom did, you were hesitant to let Joel introduce you to Sarah and Tommy. It’s not that you knew that you would leave, it was that you were scared that they thought you were going to. Of course, Sarah was timid with you in the beginning, she didn’t want to get hurt, and you understood that. The process of relearning for Sarah was slow but steady. Now that you’ve been with Joel for five years and some change, she knew you were here to stay. She’s growing up with you, and you were so happy to be there to witness it all. 

The honking of the school bus woke you from your thoughts as you gathered her backpack and water. “Bye Mom, bye Uncle Tommy! Love you!”, she yells as she swiftly walks to the door. 

You raise your hand to wave her goodbye, “Bye love bug! I love you too!” 

…

Hours pass as you finally get to sit on the couch. You’ve been running around the house all day cleaning and decorating for when Joel comes back home. You didn’t do anything too extravagant, knowing that Joel isn’t particularly fond of flashy things. Just a simple handmade poster with a ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FROM YOUR GIRLS (AND TOMMY)’ written across it and his present wrapped and placed on the table. You made a photobook of all the pictures you had of Joel, including ones with occasional guests. Sarah was in most of them with him, along with Tommy. At the end of the book, there's a page-long letter addressed to him, filled with adoration for the man you’ve been able to share your life with. Looking at the clock nearby, you see that it’s already time for Sarah to arrive home from school. As if on cue, you see the yellow bus roll to a stop in front of the driveway. And outcomes Sarah, making her way to the door. 

She sees the poster first, staring at it for a second. “Oh no, does it look ugly?” You worry. 

She quickly turns towards you, “No! No, not at all. I think it’s really cute, Dad will love it.”

“You think so?” asking her. 

Making her way towards you, ditching her backpack in the process, she cuddles up next to you, “I know so,” she confirms, “Even if he hated it, he wouldn’t tell you because he loves you so much.” 

 “Oh like that is supposed to make me feel better,” rolling your eyes sarcastically.

You pass the time by talking about Sarah’s present to him, helping her with her homework, and preparing dinner. Two hours pass before you both turn your head to the sound of the door being unlocked. Ditching the homework entirely, you and Sarah run to greet Joel as soon as he steps into the home. At the same time, you hug him. Enveloping him in a group hug so strong, he almost topples over. Scattered greetings ‘Happy Birthday’ are flowing throughout the room. While smiling he replies, “Thank you girls…God I’ve missed you both.” He pulls back to see the poster taped to the wall and smiles again. This was all you needed, Joel and your little girl all together. “Where’s Tommy?” Joel wonders out loud as he pulls away.

“I think he’s on his way,” you reply, “With a cake.”

“Darlin’, I didn’t need a cake.” He argues.

 Furrowing your eyebrows together in confusion, “Of course, you need a cake, it’s your birthday for God’s sake!” 

Sarah butts in, “Saying that you don’t need cake on your birthday is like saying a plant doesn’t need water, it’s wrong.”

A breathy chuckle leaves his lips, “Yeah…I guess you’re right baby girl.”

Joel goes upstairs to change and get comfortable for dinner, and now apparently cake, to his surprise. While he’s changing, Tommy walks in with no cake in hand. Seeing him empty-handed you speak, “Hey, where’s the cake?”

He sighs and shakes his head slightly, “Fuck, I forgot it, but give me fifteen minutes and I’ll come back with-”. He gets interrupted by Joel coming down the stairs.

“Happy birthday brother,” he says as he brings Joel in for a hug. 

As Joel pulls away he also notices the lack of cake and a guilty look on Tommy’s face, “Hey, it’s okay. I think we still got ice cream in the freezer.”

You all walk towards the kitchen and help yourselves to the dinner you’ve made. The night is full of stories of Joel when he was a teenager that you’ve probably heard a dozen times before, but you don’t care. Joel and Tommy are going back and forth, throwing their heads back in laughter as a few swear words are dropped at the dinner table. Followed by a light-hearted, ‘Don’t say those words, they’re bad’ spiel directed to Sarah as she rolls her eyes. The energy between the four of you was warm and comforting. Nearing the end of the night, the lights are off, except for the flickering candle placed in the middle of a bowl of ice cream. Off-tune singing was all that was heard throughout the hallways of the home, followed by the cheers and whistles when Joel blew out the flame. 

Joel decided not to open presents in front of everyone, he always thought it was so awkward, so after a while of lounging at the table, Sarah headed upstairs. Another few minutes pass by before Tommy decides he's ready to head out as well, not before wishing his brother another ‘Happy Birthday’ and an embrace for the both of you. As you wave Tommy goodbye, you turn towards the birthday boy and give him a small peck, “Did you have a good day today?” 

“I spent it with my family,” he grins, “How could I not have a good day?” He shuts the door and leads you to the couch, slightly groaning as he sinks into it. Swinging his arm over your shoulders, he pulls you in tighter. “Thank you for today.” He says quietly.

You nuzzle into his neck, “Of course, my love. Any reason to celebrate with you, I will do with pride.” He looks down at you as you look up at him, traveling through each detail of his irises as you take him in. Joel leans in closer to lock his lips onto yours. There is no hidden intention of taking it further, he just wants to be with you in the most intimate way possible. You’ve been so kind to him, and he finds that words aren’t enough to express that. You pull away as he drags a blanket across your body, kissing the crown of your head in the process. He reaches for the outline of his left pocket to grab the ring box and make sure it’s still there. He’s never been good at making romantic plans, he usually leaves that to you, so as he sits there he decides that he could wait one more night before asking the question. Choosing to savor the quiet life he’s built with you. You don’t know how long you stay like that before you doze off, Joel quickly follows as well. 

…

Joel wakes up first, the distant sounds of commotion ring in his ears. Fluorescent lights flash through the window as he turns to look outside. The cul de sac is quiet, but the loud sounds of aircrafts above start to stir you awake. 

You look towards the clock to see it’s only two in the morning. “What’s going on?” There is a hint of worry in your voice. 

Joel responds as he rises from the comfortable position on the couch, “I’m not sure, go get Sarah.” There was a sense of urgency in his voice, not helping your now panicked state. 

Nodding, you run up to Sarah’s room. She was already awake and peering out her window. Without leaving her spot by the window, she turns towards you, “Mom, what’s happening?” You walk towards her, looking with her to see if you can get a better view of whatever was occurring outside the safe walls of your home. 

“I’m not sure baby,” you shrug, “Just put your shoes on, Dad’s downstairs.” She puts her shoes on as you make your way down to Joel. He’s looking at the TV before he looks at you two. The screen shows a message saying, ‘NATIONAL ALERT. PRIMARY ENTRY POINT SYSTEM ISSUED AN EMERGENCY ACTION NOTIFICATION’. The first sentence was all Joel needed to start moving. 

He grabs whatever he can and puts it into a nearby duffle bag he found in the closet. He even grabs his pistol from a high cabinet in the hallway, checks for bullets, and shoves it into the waist belt of his jeans. While Joel is running around the living room, you put your shoes on and take a glance over at Sarah. She’s staring out at the front yard, breathing heavily. You look at what she could possibly be staring at, and you witness the impossible. Your elderly neighbor is fully sprinting out of her house, blood covering the entire front of her nightgown. “Joel!” You shout. 

He focuses on you and your wide eyes, then directs his attention to the commotion outside. The woman, standing in the middle of the street in a crooked stance, her mouth was agape and seemed to have strings reaching out of it. There was nothing to explain what was going on, but Joel’s mind was focused on one thing, and that was to keep his girls safe. “Stay here,” Joel says sternly. As soon as those words leave his mouth, it seems to have grabbed the attention of your neighbor outside. She starts to walk slowly, creeping towards the house, then she breaks into a sprint towards your home. All you can do is start to brace to sprint before a truck slams into the older woman and kills her instantly. Sarah hides her face in your chest, unable to process what just happened. Still observing the scene in front of you, you realize the man in the truck was Tommy. He yells out for Joel, then your name, then Sarah’s. You run outside to meet him on the passenger side of the vehicle, a shotgun in his arms. You quickly usher Sarah into the backseat to avoid her seeing the body lying just in front of Tommy’s car. Quickly following her inside, the brothers hop in the front before driving away. 

Sarah is still at your side, clinging onto you as if you’ll slip away if she lets go. Joel’s gruff voice echoes through the car, “What the hell is goin’ on?”

“I don’t know,” he replies, “But it’s not lookin’ good. People are running throughout the neighborhood. The old woman outside your house isn’t the only one who’s like that. They’re sayin’ it’s a parasite, some kind of virus.” 

You’re suddenly very conscious of your body, and how you’re feeling. “How do you know if you’re sick?” You speak up for the first time since being in the car. You’re met with the sickening silence from both men up front.” How do you know-”, you raise your voice slightly before being cut off by your boyfriend. 

“We’re not infected. We’re not.” He states, plain and simple, like this would fix all the worries plaguing your mind.  

Rivers of break lights flood your eyes. “Looks like everyone had the same idea, fuck!” Tommy yells. 

Joel interjects, “Just cut through the field and we’ll rejoin it further ahead.” He didn’t know if his plan would work, it just kept them moving. 

Tommy turns his wheel to drop abruptly into the grass beside the highway. You look behind you to see that a few cars had the same idea as you speed towards anywhere but here. Words spoken between Joel and Tommy start to drown out as you look at Sarah, who is now holding onto your waist. Tears well up and cling to your waterline. Waves of confusion and anxiety dance throughout your body. Everything happened so suddenly and with such violent action that you almost forget what was being celebrated hours before. 

You caress Sarah’s head as you look out the window. There’s more noise surrounding you as you realize you’re heading towards town. A few people run past the car frantically, trying to escape the terrors of what’s happening outside. A few turned into crowds, all around the truck trying to escape people that looked similar to your neighbor. On the main street, you had the perfect view of the worst of it. Some cars had crashed into street lights, bodies splayed all across the sidewalk, and fires erupting from the buildings lined up on the side of the road. A steady flow of planes fly above you, the slightest gap in between each of them. Everyone had the same idea, escape the area as fast as possible with no guarantee of safety at the destination ahead. 

Tommy is trying his best to avoid the people scattered on the pavement, struggling to escape the infected while also avoiding moving cars like Tommy’s in the process. Unlike his brother, Joel doesn’t seem to care about the people in the way, telling Tommy to keep going. 

Suddenly a flood of people began to run towards the car, prompting Tommy to put the gear in reverse and make his way back to find a quick escape in an alley. In the distance, one of the planes taking off suddenly loses control, quickly descending as it makes its way towards the truck. Tommy quickly shifts gears again and slams onto the pedal, trying to make it as far away from the plane as possible before it touches the ground. A bright explosion lights up the crowd behind you before debris hits the side of the truck and topples the car. 

Your vision flashes as you fight unconsciousness. The sound of someone calling your name…not just someone...Joel? Or Tommy? Or Sarah. You try to blink back the hazy feeling creeping up on you… 

“Get her out,” the voice sounded muffled like you were underwater. The speaker is not registering in your mind. You feel your body being pulled in some direction. You groan as you push yourself from the person's grasp, “Don’t you dare, darlin’.” Joel. You allow yourself to be pulled from the ground. 

That's when you snap back to reality. You shoot up from the ground, pain flaring in your head and on your side, “Where’s Sarah?” Your voice comes out raspy and sharp. 

“M-mom!” Sarah cries out to you Sarah is standing close behind Joel and Tommy. As she’s slightly leaning her weight onto one foot while the other lays limp. 

“What happened?” You demand, now panicked. 

The group starts walking before you can get a definitive answer from Joel, “We have to keep moving, c’mon!”

Commotion still rang out from every direction as you tried to hustle your way out of there. You didn’t dare look down at your side, not when there were bigger problems, including your daughter’s inability to walk. Joel realizes the severity of Sarah’s injury and picks her up as she holds on tight to her dad’s neck. Tommy is leading the group through side streets while Joel is behind him, leaving you at the end. Maybe this was for the better, you didn’t want Joel to see your now bleeding side. There is enough going on, you didn’t need to add to the list. 

As you’ve finally made it into a clearing in a field, that’s when the fatigue of it all catches up to you. Your breathing is heavy and rough, and it feels like your limbs have weights attached to them, slowly pulling you to the earth. You’ve been holding your side to alleviate the pain, but it has done nothing. Joel and Tommy are occupied, their backs are turned trying to figure out what comes next in their hectic plan to get all of you somewhere safe. “Jo-Joel?” The weakest voice leaves you. They both turn, Joel still holding Sarah in his arms, as they witness you bend at the knees and fall to the ground. 

“Woah, woah, woah-Hey!” Tommy yells out.

Joel is the first one to make it to you, kneeling near your head and holding it. Sarah forces herself away from Joel and sits right next to your abdomen. She glances to the deep gash starting right above your hip, and ending an inch away from your navel. She calls for her dad quietly before gathering his attention to the wound. Seeing you in this state set Joel off in a panic, “Oh, my god…What happened? What happened darlin’, what happened?” Tommy has been standing near you, acting as a protector while also paying close attention to your actions. Your eyes are barely open, but you can see the situation perfectly clear. You weren’t going to make it.

Taking in a sharp and shaky breath you mutter, “Sarah, Joel…I love- I love you both, so-so much. Thank you.” Tears prick your eyes, knowing this will be the last moments with your family. You turn your head to Tommy who is now looking at you, “Thank you,” an abrupt gasp escapes, “thank you.”

Joel and Tommy realize that there’s nothing they can do, but Sarah has a harder time grasping that. Her voice laced with sobs call out for you, “Mom, please…please don’t go-please!” 

You reach up for her face and caress her cheek, glancing at her tired frame, “Being your mom was the best thing I’ve ever done love bug, I will love you for forever and ever.” You realize another person is leaving her for good, and that breaks your heart a million times over again. “I am so sorry, I love you so much.” Another apology, maybe it’s not your fault you’re leaving, but this little girl has been through too much at such a young age.

It was your turn to say your goodbyes to Joel, but he cuts you off, “Darlin’ before you say anything, I’ve been meaning to do this for a long time, but I’ve been too god damn scared. This is never what I wanted when I thought of when I’d do this, but I need to do this right now.” He reaches for the same square box he felt a few hours before, but this time he pulls it out and opens the box. Your eyes fall to ring, then rise to meet his gaze. Joel begins to speak again, not before a tear falls from his eye, “There was not a moment from when I first met you to now where I didn’t think I was going to marry you. You love, and you love unconditionally, and that is something not only I needed, but what Sarah needed as well. God, we love you so much and I can’t picture a moment further where we aren’t husband and wife. Will you marry me?” 

You use the last of your strength to nod weakly as you raise your left hand. Joel slips the ring delicately on your finger as he smiles amidst a sob. Leaning in he presses a passionate yet soft kiss to your lips, he’s able to kiss his wife for the first time. Pulling back he’s noticed your breathing has slowed and you don’t open your eyes. The hand held by Sarah lays limp in her palm. “Darlin’-I’m…F-FUCK,” he screams. He rests his forehead on yours and mutters endless apologies, hoping somehow you could hear them, “C’mon (Y/N), please,” His voice breaking, “Please don’t leave us. Don’t leave me.” 

There’s a moment that passes where Joel can’t hear anything around him, a high-pitched ringing floods his surroundings. He lost you, and he can never get you back. He thinks he’s a failure, a burden, a bad husband. That’s all he can think about as Tommy is trying to get him up, “Joel! Joel, I’m sorry, but we have to keep moving, I am so sorry.” 

“Yeah, yeah…okay,” Joel places one last lingering kiss on your forehead before pulling Sarah back in his arms. Sarah still has tears bordering her lash line, threatening to spill. They only make it a few feet ahead before they’re met face-to-face with a man in a military uniform. 

His weapon is pointed directly at Tommy, “Put the gun down, now!” 

Tommy lowers his gun and drops it to the floor, yet the man ahead of them still has his drawn and finger hovering over the trigger. This time it was Joel’s turn to speak up, “We are not infected. We are not-”. A bullet interrupts his sentence. They both duck down as they figure out if anyone was hit. A whimper from Sarah answers that question.

She’s in shock by the time Joel lays her on the ground and Tommy quickly picks up his shotgun and shoots the man dead. “No, no, no, no…not you too, please no,” Joel pleads. He pushes on her stomach where the bullet entered only to realize that it went straight through. The pain starts to seep into Sarah’s senses now and makes it even harder to keep applying pressure, even though it won’t help. This feels like deja vu for Joel, except he knows this has happened before because he can see your body as he glances back toward town. Joel feels like he can’t speak, all he can say is ‘I love you’ over and over again. Making it known that he’s always loved and will continue to love his daughter. Her breathing is shallow and fading fast. He can feel his daughter’s light slip from his hold until she’s completely dark, eyes staring into the night sky with such dullness. Joel flickers his gaze all across her face, looking for a sign of her to come back, but he finds nothing. “Sarah, baby-oh god. No!” He screams for the second time tonight. He lifts her toward his chest and cries out in sheer pain. He lost both of his girls tonight, and he doesn’t know what to do now. 

Picking her up, he carries Sarah over to where you lay in the grass. Tommy follows closely behind, a weight present in the way he walks. Joel carefully places his little girl right next to you and closes Sarah’s eyes. He stands back up to look at you both. To Joel, you guys fell asleep in the grassy field, cuddled together as you soaked in the stars. To Joel, he spent his birthday with you and Sarah, ending the night in this field. He’d take a picture of your sleeping forms and replace the picture in his wallet with this one. To him, he started the day with his daughter and girlfriend asleep and ended the day with his daughter and wife asleep. 

--author's note: i...am so sorry, i cried while writing this LOL. the last paragraph killed me if i'm being completely honest, like woah. pls don't forget to like, comment, and reblog! SUPPORT YOUR WRITERS PLEASEEE. okay thank you so much for reading this, take care of yourself ily bye.

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Hils Watches Mysterious Lotus Casebook - Ep 1

Okay, I really shouldn't be doing this, but I keep seeing gifs and how am I supposed to resist two of my DMBJ boys in the same drama. Especially when one of them is Cheng Yi who I love.

Also, I promised @xantissa I would check it out and report back.

I'm only going to be watching this in slow time because I really want to finish The King's Avatar, but on a weekend when I have a bit more free time I can squeeze in an ep here or there. So there won't be regular updates for this one.

Also, I don't have a VIP iqiyi account so I can't watch it too fast anyway :D

I think I read that people involved Blood of Youth and Love and Redemption were involved in this? Or it has similar vibes to them? Either way I loved both of those dramas so I am hopeful for this one

I'm only on the opening credits but, god, look at him. He's so good at looking tortured and pretty

Oh no I am having traumatic Heroes flashbacks. Hopefully this will be less sad.

He always looks so good when he's getting whumped and I'm glad whoever made this realised that

God to love a drama that starts with an establishing backstory

At 17 I was still in school and had no idea what to do with my life

Very much enjoying this dramatic boat fight

Oh no has he been poisoned? That's fighting dirty!

7 minutes into the first episode and he's spitting blood. That might be a new record for him

Flashfoward 10 years and Cheng Yi is now a doctor and apparently mpreg is a thing

I love his doggo already

I'm assuming there's a reason he's wearing this mask beyond The Aesthetic

Lady, it is rude to just rip a dude's mask off without his consent

Ah, that's why he was wearing the mask. He wanted to be a cop so badly he went to cop school undercover

Well, Zeng Shunxi does have experience playing the only heir to a wealthy family whose parents don't approve of the line of work he's gone into

Not sure that's true given Li Xiangyi 'died' 10 years ago when Zeng Shunxi will have been about 10

God, you can see why he was cast as Wu Xie

Ehehe! I knew he was lying

God, he's so cute

I love that they keep cutting to random shots of the dog. The editor clearly knows what's important

Yes, good. He's already vowing to marry Li Xiangyi

Wow they literally just met

Congrats you now have a sugar baby

Yep. Cool.

Aww they were getting along so well and then Li Xiangyi drugged him and told him he was a useless detective

Well, he brought the dead back to life so I guess Fang Duobing has to marry him now

I really hope that he actually said that

Yes, please do slam him into a tree and then feel him up

YAY! Soon they will solve crime together

That was a lot of fun. I'm not used to seeing Cheng Yi in a more comedic role. I'm used to him being all stoic and pining

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Sixteen

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That night, a sudden loud bang causes the two women to startle as the door knob rattles as flashlights flash through the windows around. A kitchen window rattled before it slid open as she told her daughter to go in the living room, Angelica did so. She grabs the lamp off the table beside the couch, holding it close. Her mother inches toward the window as the figure enters. She grabs the person, throwing him or her to the ground. 

“Don’t fucking move!” she shouts.

“Wait. wait! Stop, please! Please! We called you.”

K freezes. “Hello, my name is Deena Johnson. We need to know how you survived!” 

“Hey! We’re being attacked, alright? There are killers here!” 

“Pick up! We need your help!” 

“Please!” 

K looks over at the younger male as he sits in the window frame. She looks down at the female. 

“Why the hell would you come here?”

They lead K and Angelica out the house, leading them towards Deena’s car. In the truck, a possessed Sam lies tied up. She grunts with each movement, desperate to get free.

“No!” K shouts. 

“Mom,” Angelica calls. 

“No, no, no! You need to leave! Right now! You have no idea what you’re doing!”

K turns and begins to walk away when Deena grabs her, stopping her in her tracks. 

“Wait! Yeah, exactly.”  She says. “You are the only person who knows what we’re dealing with.” 

“Which is why I don’t want that thing near me. Get that car and ‘it’ off my property.”

“Her name is Sam.” 

“Mom. you could have watched us dead on the six o’clock news, but you didn’t. You called them back.” 

K sighs. “I’m sorry, Angel. I can’t help your friends with this!”

“You are our last chance! The witch—” 

“No, I’m sorry.” She speaks, beginning to walk when Deena stops her again. 

“My girlfriend is possessed by her and tied up in a trunk, but you… you saw her and survived. 

What was different? Please.” Deena says. “Maybe something happened to you, something that 

can help us stop her.” 

“There’s not! You can’t stop her. Run, as far as you can, fast as you can! That is your only chance.” She says, grabbing Angelica and stepping up to the house. 

They both stop in their tracks.

“Look, I can’t just run! Look, Sam.. I can’t let her die. I won’t! I love her.” Deena pleads. “Please!” 

Tears welled up in Angelica’s eyes as well as Deena’s. K stops and thinks for a moment before 

accepting it and letting the three teens inside. Inside, Deena and Josh tie Sam up in the 

bathroom as Sam grunts before they exit, closing the door behind them. 

Deena clears her throat as K looks up, holding a book in her hand. A book that Angelica has never seen before until now. The older woman and Deena make eye contact. Josh smiles awkwardly. 

“It’s completely fine. She’s tied up in the bathroom, so she, like, totally can’t leave now, we’re cool.” 

Sam roars from the other room as they all look back. “Yep, cool. Cool, cool.” 

The two teens greet her as they earn a disconcerting smile from Angelica. Deena and her brother get settled in the living room as the blonde teen joins. She sits in between the Johnson siblings, looking up at the woman.

K sits down on a ratty chair as the teens huddle together on the floor beneath. She flips through an old photo book as her voice becomes shaky. 

“In Shadyside, the past is never really past.” She says, flipping through the pages as her 

breathing becomes shaky as she lands on a page containing a polaroid...

“This was July… 12. The summer of 1978. The first day of camp.” She inhaled deeply.

She drops the polaroid on the floor, the siblings and Angelica look down at the photo. Two females are seen. They both have brown hair as a younger girl stands beside them. She has red hair. The polaroid has some color in it, but some have a different shade.

——

July 12, 1978.

As Bunny opens her eyes, she sees her best friend Ziggy as she jumps away while sighing in relief and annoyance.

"What the hell?"

"Thank god you're up, dipshit. The bus will be here soon."

"Thanks for telling me,"

Bunny rolls her eyes before sitting up, getting out of bed and grabbing her bag of badly packed clothes. A few months prior, she gave birth to Nick Goode’s baby.

This time, she decided to run away to Cindy and Ziggy's place due to her parents and their constant arguing about her parenting. That's why she isn't with her daughter, she's up with her aunt in Northern Ohio.

Eventually, she found a place for her baby. Bunny and the Berman sisters spent the night together previously so that’s why she was at her house and not with Tommy. But things changed the last few years when she developed feelings for Tommy's girlfriend — Cindy Berman.

"Come on, come one, Bunny." Ziggy calls. 

"I'm coming, Jesus,"

As the Berman sisters and Bunny entered the bus station, they waited with other campers and counselors. She watched as Tommy and Cindy greeted each other with a kiss as she rolled her eyes, turning away.

A Sunnyvaler prick who goes by the name Kurt approached, blowing his whistle. Nick stood beside him as the two made eye contact. He gave her an apologetic smile as Bunny looked away. 

No one knew that Nick was the father of her baby, not even her best friend Ziggy and Bunny planned on keeping it that way as she didn’t want to tell anyone, but she knew someone would eventually ask, even her own child might one day. But today, she wanted to have a somewhat chill approach at Camp Nightwing.  

“Alright, you dicks! Get on the bus.” 

“You wanna sit together?” 

“Yes,” 

Stepping on the bus, Bunny and Ziggy grabbed a seat. Bunny sets her bag down on the floor beneath her and leans back before grabbing her book from the bag as Ziggy smiled. The book Bunny's reading which was 'Carrie.' 

Seeing the film first, Ziggy lent the book to her sometime after the recent school year ended and since then, she hasn’t put it down. Stopping, she looks over at Ziggy.

"You know, I was enjoying my beauty sleep."

"Well, you can sleep more when we arrive at camp."

"I can't, Zig. I'm a counselor so I need to do my job as one and not be lazy."

"Ugh, you sound like my sister."

"Well, at least one of us wants to do something good. And, I am also going because I need to get away from my arguing parents."

"I guess,"

The rest of the drive was quiet as Bunny looked over and saw Cindy reading a magazine. It made her heart jump just staring at her but she quickly looked away when Cindy noticed her. 

Bunny looks out the window beside her as she begins to see a forest as she knew she was getting closer to Camp Nightwing.

[meant-to-be-a-hero]

Season Five, Episode Six: Ghosted

AKA The Best Episode because Theo's back :)

Is that Stevie Nicks?

Hungry Like The Wolf. Very subtle.

There's Cody Christian's name in the credits, where it should be :)

And Kira's mom? Oh, for the sword to bring Theo back, presumably.

Keep your ears to yourself, Der Soldat.

Now we do the Nine Herbs?

Creepy carousel from the opening credits says hi.

Oh, we're doing weird hallucinations again.

Hey Theo. Hey Theo's shotgun. Long time no see.

Does no one smell the were-lion on Douglas? Or is it just that they don't know to expect it as a supernatural smell?

There's a little something in your hair there, Melissa.

It's odd that the parents have this weird side plot, it's like they need to justify them being in more episodes now that they're regulars but they don't have anything to contribute to the main plot at the moment.

Oh, this goes sour, doesn't it? I can't remember how, but I know it goes wrong. I remember video tapes?

We need Theo. Of course we do. Until they realise that he can't conduct electricity any more.

Oh that lemonade is nasty.

This woman's a banshee, I think? And her kid's like Claudia, a tool to keep up the delusion.

"Open the door, you're a werewolf!" - things I have shouted at my TV more than once.

This seems sanitary and 100% a place children should play.

Yep, banshee.

Hey Noshiko! Even though it's only one scene, it's nice to have her back.

He's baaaaaack!

Cindy! The walls are leaking!.gif

"I know you're not gonna beat an eight year old's ass, but I will." - Line of the episode there from Malia.

The scream they hear while they're in the basement sounds oddly like when Lydia screamed Allison's name when she died.

Banshee-scream-off, go!

I can't tell if it's the same actress playing Lenora in the flashbacks and the present day.

There's nothing wrong with Classic Theo :(

Someone knows about Der Soldat, doesn't he >_>

That's the second piece of clothing they've had on this show that I've coincidentally owned. That jacket with the puffy arms that Theo has.

"Don't think we're gonna hug this out." - No, probably not tbh.

Oooh, I wondered if they'd ever mention The Morrigan.

Ah, the credits say there's two Lenoras.

[gaysindistress]

Sad girl - eighteen

summary: James has an interesting new business proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with.

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: cursing, Bucky’s smartass, angst, guns, violence, Walker has decided that he wants to be Joe Goldberg

word count: 2.2k

a/n: there are some POV shifts in this part but I tried to make it obvious with dividers so it wasn’t too confusing. Anyways, there’s one part left!

part 17 | series masterlist

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The Stark Estate is always the looming house on the hill as the SUV approaches the large iron gates. The brick mansion is mostly covered in vines and plants, much to Pepper’s dismay. Anthony thought it gave the 20s-built house character and a homey feel so the vines were left along with the ridiculous amount of landscaping that lined the driveway. Bucky resists the urge to roll his eyes at the blatant display of wealth as the SUV rolls down the driveway to the main house. Scott is the one to meet the men, standing with his arms crossed in front of him. The SUV slows to a stop beside him and Bucky gets out of the driver’s seat. 

“The others in position,” Scott asks him as Bucky adjusts his black jean jacket to conceal his holster and gun better. 

“Yep, yours?”

Scott nods while the two walk into the house. While Pepper may not have any say about the outside, she took full advantage of changing every little detail inside to fit her taste. White and marble covered every inch of the 20,000 square foot home, a stark difference from the industrial and wood feel of Bucky’s house. It reeked of cold indifference as they walked up the same stairs Doll nearly cracked with anger that day. Scott pushes open the heavy doors, letting the other man enter the room first. 

As usual, Anthony is seated at his desk however without his normal crowd of men in black. Thor and Loki are reclining on the couches, guns completely on display due to their relaxed posture. A younger man, who he assumes is the new recruit Peter Parker is standing off to the side of Anthony. 

“You brought a kid?” Bucky tries to hide the disgust in their voice when he sits in the same chair he had during that meeting. 

“He’s not a kid and you didn’t bother to dress for the occasion,” Anthony, however, doesn’t even bother to cover his disapproval at Bucky’s outfit. 

Leveling a blank stare at the other man, he speaks again “We’re not here to do business.”

Anthony rolls his eyes dramatically, making a show of it as he gestures to Scott to come over. He says something about the ETA of John to which Scott tells him he’s at the gates before leaving the room. 

“What’s the status of your team?” He turns to his son-in-law. 

“Waiting for my cue.”

“Good good. How about my daughter?”

“Safe.”

“Wow, I forgot how quiet you are,”  he widens his eyes in annoyance, “Anyways when John gets here, I don’t want you to speak. Let me handle it and if I need you to step in, I’ll let you know.”

“Fine by me,” a hardened expression takes on his face as he rests his hands together in between his spread legs. 

John’s voice echoes up the marble staircase as Bucky’s phone rings. 

“Buck we have a problem.”

Nat had promised Doll that his meeting would only last a couple of hours and that it was just a business meeting. 

“I swear it’s just a meeting that’s all.”

“He took his gun,” Doll is trying not to panic, however with his injury and their developing closeness, it’s getting harder and harder to stop it. 

“He takes it everywhere.”

“But this is different, I can feel it. He didn’t tell me where he was going and he always tells me.”

Nat takes her by the shoulders and stops her pacing, “Do you really want to know?”

She pushes the other woman’s hands off of her, “Obviously.”

“If I tell you, will you promise to stay here until he gets back?” she demands as she sits down on the living room couch. 

Doll takes a seat as well while nodding her head. 

“He set up a meeting with John at your dad’s house to get him to cut his bullshit and to get your mom. Steve and Sam are headed in to get her as we speak.”

“Natasha what the fuck?” she jumps off the couch, yelling at Nat, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew this is how you were going to react. Now sit your ass back down. They’re going to be back in like an hour.”

Doll’s phone goes off, the ringtone specifically set for Morgan and she answers it in confusion, “Hey Mo Mo, what’s up?”

“Sissy help! He’s hurting everyone,” Morgan’s small voice is full of terror as she whispers into the phone. 

“Mo Mo what’s going on?”

“John, he's hurting everyone. Sissy, please help!”

She looks at Nat with frightened eyes, “Where are you? Are you hiding?”

“I’m hiding in Daddy’s closet,” she cries into the phone. 

She gestures to Nat to stand up as she holds the phone between her head and shoulder, “Okay Mo Mo, stay there and don’t make a sound okay? Do not open the door unless it’s Daddy, Mommy, or Scott. I’m coming.” 

Hastily shoving her feet into her torn vans, she throws a pair of keys to Nat and points to the door, “Start the car and call Bucky. Shit is going down.”

“Buck we have a problem.”

“Do I even want to know?”

“She’s not here.”

“What do you mean she’s not there?” 

Sam shutters from the other line, “The woman we saw isn’t her. She says she’s a housekeeper and that Walker forced her to dress up as Marianne and stay in her room until he came and got her.”

“Fuck, get out and get over here,” Bucky hangs up the phone as John bursts into the room dragging the woman in question beside him. Blood is dripping from her eyebrow and her lip no doubt from where he hit her. Bruises are starting to form on her face and arms as she drops to the floor when John lets go of her arm. Thor and Loki jump to their feet, guns drawn and pointed at the man. 

“Gentlemen! What a lovely fucking surprise,” he exclaims, holding Marianne by the hair, “Imagine my surprise when Scott here told me that I was being set up and I found your two buddies lurking around my house.”

Anthony stands but the sudden movement is not welcomed by the furious man and he pulls his own gun on the woman beside him.  

“Sit down or I’ll shoot sweet Marianne,” the threat causes her to start crying and begging for her life as she claws at the hand holding her hair, “Shut the fuck up.”

Anthony does as he’s told and sits down. Bucky’s chest rises and falls at a steady pace, the soldier and mercenary in him remaining calm even when the room is up in arms. He rubs his eyebrow in mild annoyance that the meeting went south so quickly. He expected that this would happen, just not so quickly. Scott, on the other hand, is frozen by the door after being caught double-crossing his boss. 

“Thor and Loki sit,” John demands of the two brothers. 

Thor glances back to Anthony who gives him a nod and a dismissive wave. A shot rings out and is followed by a thud. Bucky glances over his shoulder to see that Scott is the one hit. Footsteps and shuffling are heard from behind him as the two brothers collect the body and take it out of the room. Looking forward again, he can see the disgusted and sickened face of Peter who hasn’t moved an inch since this whole thing started. 

“Peter, go find my wife and daughter,” Anthony directs the young man. 

He doesn’t move at first but Anthony saying his name sharply snaps him back to reality as he rushes out of the room to find the two other Stark family members. Marianne cries out again as John rips her up to her feet and forces her to sit in the chair next to Bucky. 

“Care to explain what the real reason for this meeting was?” John sneers at the two men, eyes rapidly shifting between them. 

Taking a deep breath and shifting his feet slightly so they’re more solid on the ground, Bucky speaks, “It was to ask you to leave my wife and her mom alone however objectives have changed.”

“Enough with the cryptic nonsense, start talking,” he shoves the gun into the woman’s hair, releasing another cry for help. 

“Let her go and we can.”

“No.”

“I’m not going to ask again,” Bucky rolls his shoulders and shifts to the edge of his chair. 

“Then don’t,” he moves his attention to Anthony, “And you. I can’t believe you would help him with all of this. I had to go through Scott to find all of this out.”

Anthony licks his lips, “He is married to my daughter so I felt obligated to help.”

John lets out a downright evil laugh, “Obligated? You felt obligated? That’s fucking hilarious. I think you wanted to cut me out of the deal and saw your opportunity.”

“So what?” the older man shrugs his shoulders at the accusation. 

“If you felt so obligated to help your family then you would try and stop me if I shot Marianne?”

“No, she’s not my family.”

“You’re not going to shoot her. You are going to let her go though,” Bucky clears his throat and aims his stare at John. 

The constant demands are starting to wear down his resolve and his finger grows restless on the trigger. Taking out all three of them right now would solve all of his problems. Taking out all three would bring back his sweetheart and he could have her all to himself. The decision is made for him when three shots crack out and three loud thuds hit the floor. 

“Fuck, get out and get over here.”

Sam curses under his breath as he pockets his phone and waves Steve over from his search of the bedroom. 

“Buck said to head to the Stark estate. John took her with him.”

“Shit,” Steve curses before turning to the housekeeper, “Go home, pack your stuff, and get out of here.”

She nods quickly while crying and takes off out of the room. The two men reupholster their guns and leave the room. They swiftly exit the house and climb into their SUV, speeding off to the Stark Estate. 

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Sam tells the man to his side as he races through the city streets. 

“Me too. Did he say anything else?”

“Not just that we needed to get over there. Do we have a first aid kit?”

Steve reaches behind the driver’s seat and pulls a backpack to the front. Opening it, he digs through it until he finds the kit.

“I hope you’re wrong,” he says, shoving the kit back in and putting it at his feet. He pulls his gun out and checks his clip before checking the rest of the clips attached to his tactile vest. 

“Me too, man, me too.”

Nat refused to let Doll drive, insisting that she could get them there faster and in one piece. Morgan had hung up the phone before they left in fear that John would hear her voice and find her. She promised to answer when her sister got there and called her to get her out. The phone rings over the car’s speakers and she smashes the answer button when she sees that it’s Sam calling. 

“Nat get her out of New York. We’re here and shit isn’t looking good.”

“What the fuck do you mean?” Doll says with an eerily calm voice. 

“Shit, where is Nat?”

“Here.” “Please tell me you’re not on your way here,” the stress of the situation is draining his energy. 

“Morgan called me crying that John was hurting people. She’s hiding in our parent’s closet. Do you know where their room is?” 

“Do not go in until we can meet you. Nat, make sure she stays put until we have eyes on you and Bucky,” Steve’s voice is harsh and authoritative as he takes over the call, “Doll I need you to answer me.” 

“Yes I won’t go in until I see you or Sam,” she begrudgingly answers, slouching into the car seat. 

“Good see you guys in a few,” he hangs up the phone. 

“Do you have an extra gun?” She asks, opening the glove compartment and riffling through it. 

“No close that,” Nat slams it shut, “you’re not going in.”

[madeline-kahn]

Music in Film: The Green Knight (2021) dir. David Lowery original music by Daniel Hart