#listened to some Dr. John and cried a bit

[animazed]

i’m not ready to know that you’ve learned how to live without me in your life

[thebetawolfgirl]

Justice for her

Word Count: 2,226

Pairing: Lee x Reader

Warnings: Trigger warning! 18+ Mentions of abuse, r*pe of a minor, gang r*pe of a minor, homophobia, mentions of child abuse, slight violence!

A/N: Please pay attention to the warnings it’s for readers of 18+ ONLY!

Justice For Her

When y/n told Lee she had been severely abused throughout most of her childhood he was filled with rage. How could anyone hurt a child? How could anyone hurt his loving and kind y/n?

She opened up a bit more and told him how when she was 12 she had told her mother ~ who had been desperate for her to make friends and become the popular girl she always dreamed of being in school ~ she like a girl from school, her mother took it to mean something else and thought her daughter liked girls. So she sent her to a Dr who specialised in young people with her kind of ‘disease’.

He did awful things to her when she stayed at his clinic, he would beat her and rape her. He even had her gang raped until she got used to the feeling of a man inside her.

Lee was furious, he wanted to hurt this man, and her mother for allowing it to happen.

Y/n cried in Lee’s arms as she told him everything. It explained so much as to why she wouldn’t let him touch her for weeks and he slowly earned her trust by just taking her hand or stroking her hair when she was sad.

He hated this Dr, who was now a professor at some university in the states.

After y/n had gone to sleep he lay beside her watching her softly breathing in and out, hoping her dreams were peaceful.

Lee sat in the darkness figuring out a plan on how to get his angel the justice she deserved, the professor would pay for what he did, he promised her he wouldn’t go near her mother but she didn’t say he couldn’t pay the good Dr a visit.

Lee perfected his plan and found out when the Dr would be in their city and decided to go visit him first thing in the morning.

The next day y/n woke to find Lee gone but left a lily and note on his pillow *Mon Ange, gone to get some things for later on. I will be back as soon as I can, I love you. Lee x*

She smiled and pressed the flower to her nose inhaling before sitting up sighing. She wasn’t stupid, when she told Lee about her childhood last night he was angry. Not AT her but for her. He had probably gone to calm down and blow of some steam. He insisted they got her justice, he begged her to go to the police and tell them what her mother and that monster did to her. She just told him it wouldn’t make the scars fade or the memories go away.

She pushed her hair from her face and decided to do some cleaning around the house.

Lee waited at the side door of the hotel the professor held his seminar and waited for him to come out, he stood at the entrance of the conference room and listened to some of his speech and it took everything in him not to vomit at the bullshit he was spewing to these people was pure evil. Lee thought he was the evil one but this guy was the Devil.

He stood at the stage door round the back smoking against the wall when he heard the door open and out stepped the good Dr.

Lee walked up to him ‘Professor White?’ The man turned and looked at Lee and smiled a bit and Lee smiled back holding out his hand ‘I listened to your seminar, Sir. It was very inspiring my name is John’

He didn’t give the guy his real name for later as the Dr took his hand to shake and smiled brightly ‘Thank you young man, what can I do for you? You’re not waiting at the stage door to ask for my autograph’

Lee let his smile fade and shook his head dropping his hand ‘No Sir, I was hoping you could offer me some help.’ He hesitated looking down before continuing ‘Its my sister Sir. She has the Devil’s disease, and I read your pamphlets sir and I thought you could give me some advice on how to deal with it.’

The professor looked at him a second before nodding ‘I have an office here, you can bring her over and we’ll see if we can’t get this terrible disease out of your sister’

‘Actually Sir, it’s just my sister and I in town and my parents don’t know about her disease and if someone saw us visiting a Professor such as yourself and my parents found out I-I don’t think my mother could handle the… shame of people knowing her only daughter had those kinds of ‘urges’. If it’s not too much trouble I would rather keep it on the down low’ The old man nodded in understanding with sympathetic eyes, Lee wanted to rip those eyes from his head but he kept it together for y/n. She deserves justice. ‘I understand John, the shame of this disease on a parent is unimaginable. How about we meet after the office hours instead? That way no one need know?’ Lee nodded and smiled with false gratitude and told him to meet him in an hour and the place to meet, and left the professor.

He agreed to meet Lee alone to save it from getting out about his sister.

When the professor arrived Lee got him inside the building before attacking him from behind with the hammer he hid in his jeans and knocked him to the ground. Lee watched the Dr groaning trying to escape him. Lee smirked following him slowly, practically stalking him. He tilted his head as the man pathetically begged fro his life offering him whatever he wanted, pleading for mercy.Lee looked at him hatefully and crouched down in front of him, ‘Did you listen y/n y/l/n when you raped her? When you beat her within an inch of her life?’ He stood up raising his arm to strike again. ‘Did you offer her anything when she pleaded for mercy?’ He struck him hard again this time hearing his shoulder crack. He smiled revelling in the man’s screams of anguish. ‘Scream all you want, no one can hear you.’ Lee struck him again on his face breaking his cheekbone and splitting the skin. Next he aimed for his kneecaps and his shins. He chuckled as the Dr tried to use the last of his strength to drag himself away from, Lee cornered him in one of the offices and shut the door and locking it, not that he could escape now. Both his legs were smashed and he was slowly bleeding to death.

Lee flipped the hammer to the sharper end and went for the Dr’s eyes and gouged them out, his weak cries music to his ears. He then leaned down to whisper into his ear as the man lay bleeding and dying ‘This is for the 12 year old girl who’s innocence and childhood you robbed. You will never hurt anyone again.’ With that he tossed the hammer aside and took his own knife and slit his throat deep and watched him struggle to take his last breathes.

He sat for another few minutes before standing and getting rid of the hammer and other things he had brought and left to find his girlfriend after making sure the doors were locked and no one could get in and disturb the body.

His shirt was all bloody when he walked slowly through the door. When y/n saw him she ran over to him taking his face in her hands.

‘Lee what happened?’

‘I’m fine, this isn’t mine. Please don’t be mad.’

‘Why would I be mad at you?’

She looked at him confused.

‘I did it for you’

‘Did what, Lee what are you talking about?’

‘He was in town, and I wanted to get you justice’

Y/n looked up at him before realisation crossed her eyes.

‘Lee, what did you do?’

He took her hand and got her jacket for her and told her to follow him.

She followed him to an old office building and he took you through a back door when suddenly you could smell blood.

Your breathing hitched and you gulped ‘Lee, what’s in here?’

He stopped outside an office door and turned to you smiling and pulled you close whispering ‘Dinner’

He opened the door allowing you to step over to the doorframe, and there, lying on the floor drenched in blood was the man who destroyed your childhood and stole your innocence. Dr White. He lay motionless and you knew he was dead, you could feel your throat burning. You turned your head slowly as Lee wrapped his arms around you from behind. ‘Enjoy, my love’ you turned your head slightly and met his lips in a heated kiss gripping his bicep with your nails. Then you went inside Lee closing the door behind you.

Lee waited outside fiddling with his pocket knife. This was her meal, he thought as he began to clean under his nails. He had a bag in the corner of clean clothes for her to change into afterwards. They would both shower at home, they would just use the backroads to get back.

He was humming away to himself when he heard the door open and she came out, her chin still covered in blood. He smiled and stood up to greet her and wrapped his arms around her waist pushing her hair from her face. ‘Feel better?’ She nodded closing her eyes and taking a few deep breathes. ‘Thank you, for this’ she whispered burying her face against his chest. He held her head stroking her long hair ‘You’re welcome, I just wanted to get you justice. Now he will never hurt anyone ever again’ He kissed the top of her head and held her tightly.

He let her go before looking into the office thinking he would need to clean up only to see she had gotten rid of most of the blood. ‘We should burn it anyway just to be safe’ He looked back at her and she nodded before he struck a match and threw it in and shutting the door and walking back towards her.

‘Let’s get you home’

He took her hand and walked out leaving the fire to spread.

They made it home in due time and locked the door behind them.

Y/n pushed Lee against the door and kissed him still covered in blood, giving him a taste of the professor. Lee grabbed her hips pulling her closer deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue past her lips, before picking her up by her thighs and pressing her against the door.

She dragged her nails up his body while removing his shirt as he tore her blood soaked blouse open and peeled it off her skin tossing it aside, he dragged his mouth away from hers and down her throat as she gasped gripping his hair and tugging on it.

He let her down grabbing her hand and pulling her with him towards the bathroom and turned the taps on in the bathtub, he moved towards her slowly before standing behind her reaching round towards her jeans and unbuttoning them while kissing the spot between her shoulder blades. He dropped both her jeans and her underwear at once before picking her up to lower her into the hot water. She looked up at him confused before he stripped and got in the tub behind her, she turned around to face him and climbed on to his lap as he grabbed the wash cloth and began cleaning her chest and arms gently.

She made to take the cloth from him but he held it away from her and began washing her neck and jawline and face.

She kept her eyes on him, watching his every move until he put the cloth aside and grabbed the back of her neck roughly and she slammed her mouth against his before he could kissing him hungrily gripping his shoulders.

He kissed her back with equal hunger when she moved upwards and sank down on him non to slowly that he bit down on her lip from the force. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he wrapped his arm around her waist keeping his other hand on the back of her neck firmly as they rocked together in unison.

They weren’t usually this rough with each other during sex, they were passionate definitely. But tonight, what Lee had done for her and the lengths he had gone too to get her justice in his own way had really turned her on for some reason. The thought of that he would need to listen to that monster talk to make sure it was him, must have been hard for her boyfriend.

He moved his hand from her neck to run both hands up her back digging his fingers into her skin, making sure they would leave marks.

They broke the kiss and he attacked her neck as she gripped the edge of the bathtub as she felt him meet her thrusts with his hips and his mouth on her neck.

‘L-Lee, I’m close’ he heard her choke out. He pulled her closer against him as he began to slam upwards into her with force burying his face in the crook of her neck and listened to her gasps and feeling her nails rake down his back he groaned into her shoulder as they both let go as they panted against each other, Covered either in water or sweat.

He lifted her face off his shoulder and kissed her tiredly. She sighed against his mouth, as he pushed her damp hair from her eyes and face.

‘Bed’

She nodded and he stood up with her legs still around his waist and carried her back to the bedroom. He lay her down on the bed and collected the scattered messy clothes to throw them in the machine to be washed before climbing back into bed with her and dragging her body closer against his letting her wrap herself around him and pulled the duvet over them.

‘Lee?’

‘Hm?’

‘What happens now?’

‘We pack up, leave and start a new life somewhere else’

He opened his eyes and looked down at her from where she lay across his chest and began to play with her hair. She sat up leaning on her hands on his chest as his hands slid down her back and began to trail his fingers up and down her spine.

‘I didn’t leave any trace of me or you or him’

He smiled ‘I know, I am very proud of you when I looked into that office’

She smiled back pleased and kissed him. He kissed back and lay her head back on his chest.

‘Get some sleep, we have a long journey ahead of us tomorrow.’

They both drifted off to the sound of sirens echoing two blocks away from the fire engines.

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I don't know that much about superboy so forgive me if this is a silly question but what's the deal with Magdalene Visaggio?

not a silly question, dw!! if you haven't read many kon comics it probably doesn't look particularly noteworthy but OOF. OOF.

the tl;dr of it: despite being paid to write him once, she also hasn't read kon comics and it really, really, really shows. i'm talking geoff johns levels of flagrant disregard for the existing character - maybe even worse than geoff? which i say only because i know geoff did read sb94 even if he didn't act like it. but that's off topic; this isn't a geoff hatepost. this is a magdalene hate post.

under a cut for length, lets goooo!

so we start out with her canonizing supermartian. already off on the wrong foot - that's a ship out of yja the tv show which is a completely separate continuity from main comics and a completely different kon than main continuity kon. despite supposedly knowing that, she still shoves them into a relationship in main continuity, despite them never having actually interacted on page in main continuity.

she then goes on to characterize kon as angry and entitled and uncaring, and also in high school again. not only does she directly contradict all of his preboot existing characterization (which is important because kon-el never got reset during flashpoint - he was in another universe and thus dodged that bullet. current kon-el is canonically the same kon-el as pre-flashpoint/postcrisis kon-el.), but also she directly contradicts both young justice (2019) and superboy: man of tomorrow, which are in current continuity, leading one to really wonder if she has read a single comic kon appeared in at all. it's also worth noting that the asshole with anger issues characterization is, once again, much truer to the young justice animated tv show than any comic kon.

also worth noting is that the infamous red hair dye streak? well, uh...

yeah..............

on her twitter, she once said something about kon-el not being a good name because it's "still a name someone else gave him", called him "the jason todd of the superfamily", and insisted that the meaning of a trans narrative is "burning down your life and reevaluating your place within it":

kon-el is a name gifted to him to signify his acceptance into his family (superboy (1994) #59) and he was so overjoyed to receive it that he cried. overall, the superfam are very supportive and loving, and introducing strife just to make him run off and live with jinny hex instead of them just because she thinks one can't transition and retain previous relationships is... not it, lol.

her pitch also contained some outrageously egregious christianity bullshit, like villains named "saint", "shepherd", and "savior", as well as direct comparisons between clark and jesus christ. this is... sorry i really just have to say this is Fucking Cringe. i guess the more polite way to put it would be "incredible gauche" (considering the jewish origins of the superfam) but i just can't call it anything else. This Fucking Sucks Dude. i won't even get into the weirdness about genetic bullshit she leans into by introducing kon's "brother" who's also part luthor, part superman, but "luthor-dominant" (lol?) (do you know how genes work even a little bit).

she has quoted the one panel from reign of the supermen where kon says "don't ever call me superboy" a few times, claiming it's the first thing he ever said and no one listened. to me this essentially reads as her going "i've read one of his appearances and i would like to throw out the like 200 issues of character development he had since then in favor of making him my own self-insert to explore MY transition and religious trauma".

basically she doesn't seem to know how to write a story that's not about herself. as a trans person with a positive relationship with my given name (because as a first-gen kid of two diasporic immigrants, it provides an important tie to my family's cultures, to me) and with trans friends who involved their parents in picking new names and so on and so forth, i honestly find it very reductive and white to insist there's only one trans narrative and only one good way for trans characters to be named. i also find her putting her own christian religious trauma into a superfam story off-putting and . well. fucking cringe. i understand and respect that that is her story, but it sure ain't universal and i won't be able to respect her as a writer until it becomes clear she gets that.

[rumblelibrary]

Have you ever thought about writing a continuation to Unofficial Meeting? I'm dying to know whether Laszlo earns the reader's forgiveness and if she accepts his proposal or not. Have a good day! 😚

Undisclosed Meeting [Dr Laszlo Kreizler x Fem!Reader]

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Laszlo self deprecating himself hard

A/N: how could I give up a chance to make my boy Laszlo happy? Thank you so much for requesting it, it really made me happy to have an old story requested. Here is the original story

“Are you even listening to me?”

Violet inquired as you blinked surprised and taken aback. She invited you over for an afternoon tea, but your mind kept wondering off to what happened between you and Laszlo. You haven’t seen him in over a month and to be honest you missed him. The first few days you were firm on your choice, he upset you and your family, he crossed your boundaries mindlessly.

But then you realised how he meant to ask your hand to your father, how he never meant for you to be hurting, he just wanted to make it official.

Your grandmother tried to talk you out of your anger but she didn’t managed to, it was over anyway. You upset each other, you closed that chapter.

If you have feelings for him that chapter is not closed, your grandmother told you but you tried to ignore it. You haven’t seen him in so long, not even at some event or where you’d usually expect him to be. He kept sending you flowers to you until the end of the previous month. That silly man, always hating to leave things halfway done.

“I am, I am just a bit tired” you said as she waved her hand 

“nonsense ” she said offering you to try some sweets while she stood up to call her maid and gather what she meant to show you “I’ll show you now the latest Paris fashion and you’ll have to wake up” 

She was your friend, she was sweet and she knew you were on a rough patch now and she did all in her power t keep you distracted.

“Charles stop it”

John’s voice rang through you ears as you stood up to see what was going on from the window facing the luscious back garden of the Moore residence. Little Charles was the spit image of his parents and an adventurer at heart, you could tell from the way he kept his father busy running after him.

You smiled as John gave up opening his arms in defeat.

“What I have to do?” He groaned making you chuckle as for a moment it looked like he was asking to God, but when you noticed that he was in fact talking to Dr Kreizler who was sitting on a bench. You codlin’t help but rest your eyes on him, he looked pale, tired like he wasn’t sleeping. He was like this during investigations but as far as you knew there was no one at the moment.

“Wat you have to do John? Let the boy be” he said as a tired smile crept onto his lips.

“Yes, he will break his skull in a second”

Laszlo shook his head looking at him “If you prevent him from doing anything he won’t never learn” he said as he spoke matter of factly but that tiredness in his voice was evident. You wondered what kept him up.

You wondered if t was your fault.

But then you saw the sweet look he had for the child as he picked a ball that was hiding behind his back to give it to him to play with.

He was so good with kids, it was incredible.

You knew it was his job, but the tenderness he showed with them was something you felt on your own skin as you used to be allowed to be part of that special round of people that got to see him being sweet.

You moved away from the window just in time for Violet to come back, her maids holding onto over twenty new items of clothing.

“V” you said to her as the use of that little nickname sparked already her attention “I have to ask you a favour”

It was dead in the evening when Laszlo got asked from Violet to meet a friend of hers with a child with various problems.

The symptoms she described didn’t really add up, they should be excluding each other. But no matter what he decided to go there. 

He usually was very firm about his privacy and the times he could meet or not patients, even though the secrecy of the hour would be typical of a wealthy family trying to hide some kind of a problem they judge as shameful, he also came to a point where work was all he got.

He missed you, everything reminded him of you. He hoped to see, he would be a liar if he didn’t admit to have handed a dollar or two to your maid to at least know how are you.

He didn’t mean to stalk you, he just wanted you happy and once more he was acting behind your back. But your maid told him you were fine and doing your business, so he stopped inquiring. He didn’t deserve you in the first place anyway, but how things ended really pained him, he really thought to be doing right and he really wanted to have a future with you, to have many what John has.

But what nonsense thinking about it now that it is all gone and by his own hand, he had nobody to blame but himself.

As he arrived to the building he got inside surprised not to find anyone at service but only an open door.

The instinct would have told him to go away, but he was reckless by now, he already lost what he cared the most.

Walking inside the candlelit hallway he was surprised to get to a large living room only to find you there.

The truth was that he stopped on his track to admire you. You were amazing, he adored you in any possible shape and form, everything from your clothing to your composure screamed for his eyes to be fixated onto you.

He took that moment to look at you, take in your image, last time you two spoke you were so upset and he didn’t want that to be the last image he had of you.

“I am more discreet than you when I have to do things in secret” you said and he smiled lightly

“You’re”

His admission, the tiredness of his look just paining you.

“Is this a house of your family?”

“Yes, it is my aunt’s but she is on some cruise with her husband”

He nodded quietly as he looked around moving closer to you, the candles around you making him feel like the moment was set in another time.

“You didn’t have to make an appointment to meet me”

“Well, I asked a friend for a favour, I could have paid Stevie to drive you here anyway” you answered, basically hinting him that your maid didn’t keep his little inquiring a secret between the two of you.

He nodded gulping down, he felt like he was naked in front of you, defenceless and anything you could attack him with would really hurt. 

“I though that after our last conversation we needed to speak alone and in a neutral ground, I attacked you and I know I moved past my means”

“Just like I did inquiring about your life without permission” he concluded for you, he kept thinking about that day over and over, he couldn’t take it out of his mind and he even thought it would be easy only because so many people hated him already, button you. He wished you’d never be one of them.

“Miss Y/L/N” the fact he used your last name showing how he was trying to prove you some respect, not using your first name like you’re somehow close, mostly because he doubts you’d wish him close at any time.

“All I have ever wanted was to be worth of you”

His words trembling, like snakes sliding onto your skin.

He opened his mouth to say something and he closed it as he stared somewhere away from you, he shook his head slowly. The pain visible through him.

“I am a despicable failure as a human being, I know it” he said as he rose his hand to invite your silence “I have spent my life trying to find a common language  to get through people, studying them ,making sure to be able to read human behaviour to allow myself the freedom of interaction. I am not a natural like John, I can’t just go on a group and charm my way through it and I knew, I knew from the moment you allowed me to be close to you that I would ruin it because I am such social wreck, because I can’t control myself or I can’t not follow the rules that I have been told are the right path to follow”

He let out a shaky breath as he looked down and then up at you, he was trying to hold back tears but the truth was that he cried for losing you, He cried for nights and days.

“I apologise once more, I wanted to do you right and I just overstepped you. I always admired you for your being independent and clever and I reduced you to an object with my insensitive behaviour. I always make myself strong from talking my way through people and I blindsided you when words were the most needed”

You looked at him as maybe for the first time he really throw away the mask, he really let himself speak up.

“I valued what you did for me” you blinked at him surprised, your head slightly falling on side to observe him.

He was going down the self deprecating himself hill, you could almost count how much time there was between him going down onto his arm topic. You know that was always his undisclosed weakness, how he hated it and saw himself as unlovable because imperfect.

“It is yes”

He looked at you with a frown not seeing what you mean.

“My answer for your question”

He frowned even more, what question? You could hear it resonate into his mind as he didn’t ask you anything, he came to you to apologise and…

And then he got it.

His eyes widened as he opened his mouth only to close it again.

No, he was probably misunderstanding, once more reading badly the situation.

You picked your left glove slowly taking it off to show him you were wearing his ring on your hand.

He stared at you, his hand hesitantly moving to pick yours bringing it up to his lips and resting a kiss over it, his hand holding yours as he stared up at you.

His wet eyes now unmistakable from cha closeness, the signs of his lack of sleep visible.

“In a marriage there shouldn’t be secrets, I tried to avoid something shameful for me when you allowed me to see every part of you” you admitted as you weren’t free from blame, you referred to pretend something wasn’t there rather than facing it.

He stared at you with shaky breath, as he licked his lips trying to find words.

“I love you Laszlo, I really want to be your wife”

His jaw trembled as the happiness rushed over him like electricity, his hand bringing yours over his heart beating so fast and hard that he felt it could explode.

“I love you Y/N” he whispered as you caressed his cheek with your right hand as he leaned down, still not daring to believe what was happening.

So you just did it, you leaned in closing the space between the two of you with a kiss.

The times were changed.

Women could accept wedding proposals without their father’s approval, men could cry for love and love words were made of truths and exposed weaknesses and not by the words of dusty poets. And with such strong ideals you could only imagine your life as set up for a greater kind of happiness with him.

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Short Circuit

Chapter 4.5 Half Chapter

This chapter is painfully short but I realized I had completely forgotten about Dr. Silberman and that fact wouldn't leave me alone.

I promise the next chapter will be longer but I can't promise any more half chapters because this will probably happen again.

As the group of unusual individuals walked towards the elevator there suddenly came a voice. They all stopped to face the speaker.

“Wait! Wait Please!” It was the Doctor, completely forgotten during the conversation, “Sarah, you were telling the truth… all of it was true?” He asks as he walks closer cradling his broken arm close to himself so as not to further the injury.

“Yeah, I suggest you invest in some weapons, a bunker.” Sarah answers, not exactly willing to spend any pleasantries on the man who made her out to be a liar to everyone including her kids.

"We need to spread this information to other people. I can talk to the police, they’re bound to listen.” He says perhaps a bit too frantically. Panic and hysteria tunneling his vision. Nevertheless, the words cause Sarah to pause at the prospect of the truth finally being revealed, that it could save some lives.

“Yes.”

“No!” Aria cries out inserting herself into the conversation, ”Unless you want to end up in one of these rooms yourself, I suggest you keep this all to yourself.”

"But I'm well respected in my field if I tell people-"

"They'll think you cracked after listening to the same thing for 2 years. You want to help,” Pulling out her phone, it fell apart before she could flip it open. A pause falls between the three, their faces ranging from confused to surprised. Aria turns to Austin, who had been watching the interaction with great interest, hoping for an explanation. After all, it had been working fine after he handed it to her back at the lodge.

“It broke in the crash, I used my essence to repair it.” He explains in what he believes to be a simple and straightforward answer. It's not.

“So why’s it busted now?” Aria asks back not quite understanding but figures she’d ask later.

“I needed it back.” That was no help to her and only gave her another question for her pile. Her ever growing pile.

"Do you have a business card on you?" She asks turning back to the doctor. He nods frantically as he uses his good arm to pull out his wallet and retrieve a copy of his card, handing it off to Aria.

"If we need anything from you we'll call. Go with whatever story everyone else says but do not tell anyone about what happened here.” The doctor conceded as she walks towards the elevator, the conversation seemingly over the others following suit.

“Are we actually gonna need him for anything?” John asks after the doors close.

“Probably not but at least it will keep him quiet.”

“And why couldn’t we have just let him talk?” Sarah asks, frustration creeping into her words. As impressed as she is at the way her daughter has been handling the situations presented, the lost opportunity to ease her nightmares did not sit well with her.

“People would think you managed to brainwash a highly regarded criminal psychologist into believing, what they think to be, a complete fantasy. It would paint an even bigger target on our backs and that’s not what we want.” She knows the weight her mother bears on her shoulders because she took the same burden on herself but Aria also held her family’s safety which she considered a higher priority.

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House Calls:

A/N: I’m in no way a doctor or even a med student, I just used google and went off my own experiences with fevers...so yeah lol. I’m screaming at how cute Soft!Tommy is though like I think I’m dead. RIP to me and my ovaries.

Trigger Warnings: Angst, FLUFF. Some flirty shit at the end.

Word Count: 1,640

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

Request: “Could you perhaps write a one-shot Tommy x reader and the reader would work as a doctor and one day she would be called to treat John or Charlie (doesn’t matter) and she would be able to cure them and Thomas would be very grateful for it. I think that might be very cute but if you don’t like the idea it’s okay!! 😃😃”

Requested by: Anon

Summary: Y/N is summoned to Thomas Shelby’s house to help cure his ailing son, not knowing she’d catch the eye of the usually cold-hearted gang leader.

Part 1 | Part 2

Around 5am a rough, rattling cough came from the depths of Charlie’s lungs, startling him awake and causing him to cry between ragged breaths. His frail screaming pierced the air, sending Tommy shooting out of bed, grabbing his gun from his nightstand, and darting straight to his sons room. He panicked internally, while flinging the door open for any signs of danger, only to be met with Charlies cries and outstretched hands.

Tommy took a deep breath and sighed, scooping him up and taking a seat in the rocking chair near his crib. As he fought sleep, he looked at the pale blue ceiling of his sons room, listening to Charlie’s ragged breaths. With a furrowed brow, he lifted him up, bringing his forehead to his lips, confirming his suspicions of a fever. The poor thing was flushed red in the face, a light sheen of sweat developing on his skin as his hot tears soaked his face.

“Shhh...it’s okay. Daddy’s got ya. We’re going to call a doctor okay?” He said, trying to gently coo to calm Charlie down. He was whining and fussy and showing no signs of the fever breaking anytime soon.

Tommy gently got up with him and brought him to his bedroom, sitting him on what would’ve been Grace’s side of the bed, and lied down next to him whilst he dialed the doctors office.

A nice voice on the end of the line answered. “This is Dr. Y/L/N with the Birmingham Women and Children’s Clinic. How may I help you?” She asked.

“Hello Dr. Y/L/N, this is Thomas Shelby. I’m calling about my son. He has a cough, ragged breathing, and a fever that seems really high. Are you able to make house calls?” He asked, watching as Charlie played with a horse-shaped toy.

“Yes of course Mr. Shelby. I’ll just need an address and I’ll be over in about 30 minutes.” She said.

Tommy told her the address and any other details she needed to know. And before he could hang up, her voice sounded again, calming Tommy as the sun rose through the window.

“Don’t worry Mr. Shelby, I’ll have him better in no time. But just for a precaution, get a cold rag and put it on the back of his neck to help with the fever.”

“Alright, I will. Thank you.” He said before hanging up.

“Well Charlie, looks like we’re going to have a visitor alright? She’s going to take good care of ya.” He said as Charlie now laid against his chest, whining quietly. Tommy gently put him on the pillow and went to get a cloth, running it under cold water, and putting it over the back of his neck.

“There ya go, my sweet boy.” He said kissing the top of his head. He whined a bit as the cold cloth touched his neck, protesting the feeling as Tommy watched sleepily over him. It was around 5:30 in the morning when they finally heard the doorbell and a swift knock on the door.

Tommy picked up Charlie, and went to the door allowing the nurse to step in.

“Thank you for coming so early in the morning. I’m surprised anyone’s working this early.” He said, his voice still a bit groggy.

“Of course! I was working the graveyard shift so I’m always the doctor on call at this time. Now this must be Charlie...Hello sweetheart. My name is Y/N.” You said, smiling and in a much more lively tone than Tommy.

“Charlie do you want to show Y/N to your room?” He asked. Charlie looked up at you and smiled slightly, his rosy cheeks alarming you a bit.

“Lead the way you two, I’ll be right behind ya.” You said, nervously walking down the hall and up the stairs, reveling at the grandiosity of the house. You knew the Shelby’s after caring for many of the families wives and children, but this was the first time you’ve encountered the infamous Thomas Shelby. His current state was much less alarming than you thought it was going to be. You expected a ruthless leader answering the door, with a razor-blade cap on and wielding a gun, but instead he was a blue-eyed slim faced man, with a loose fitting shirt and pants on, and an adorable baby boy living seemingly alone in this huge mansion. 

“Here we are, where would you like me to put him?” He asked you. You looked around the blue-toned room, your eyes catching a portrait of a blonde haired, beautiful woman in a frame near his crib that you assumed to be his late mother, as it was similar to the one in the stairwell.

“His crib is fine.” You said, sitting your work bag down and putting your gloves on and putting your stethoscope around your neck. 

“If you don’t mind I’d like to stay, he doesn’t like when I leave...” He said, taking a seat in the rocking chair.

“That’s completely fine, Mr. Shelby. I’ll try to make this quick so you don’t fall asleep.” You said smirking. He smiled and watched on as you did your work.

“Alright I’m going to take this and listen to your heart okay? Big breaths for me, like this.” You said, breathing in a big breath and blowing out.

He did his best to copy you and sat surprisingly still as the stethoscope gently made its way around his chest and back.

“His heart sounds great, but his breathing is a bit rough. His lungs sound like they’re inflamed a little bit.” You said looking over at Tommy who was eyeing you intently, causing you to blush a bit as he nodded for you to continue. 

“Okay sweetie let’s take your temperature shall we?” You say before reaching in your bag to get a thermometer.

“Can you say “Ahh” for me Charlie?” You asked, smiling at him. He opened his mouth just enough for you to examine his throat before raising his arm up to place the thermometer under his arm.

“We’re going to play a game okay? You’re going to hold that under your arm and I’m going to hold this under mine until it’s ready alright?” You said, grabbing a pencil from your bag and placing it under yours, getting him to copy you. You were able to get a reading not too long after, taking the pencil from under your arm and clapping as you removed the thermometer from under his.

“Now I know you won’t like me for a moment, but I’m going to shine this at your eyes for a second okay? Look at me.” You said guiding his eyes with your finger as you examined them.

“Great job sweetheart!” You said leaning down to him and giving him a high-five. You turned to Tommy who was smiling at your all’s little interaction. 

“It’s 101.5...that’s a bit high especially for a toddler, and so from the look and sound of it, I’m going to say he has acute bronchitis.” 

His face turned a bit serious as he took in what you said. Your smile faded slightly as you took in his change of emotion.

“Will you be able to prescribe his anything?” He asked, concern lacing his face and his voice.

“Of course Mr. Shelby. I’m going to prescribe him some cough syrup that will help with the cough and everything, and I recommend cold compresses every few hours to help with the fever or a cold bath if you find it increasing.” You said writing out a note for the prescription.

“Alright, thank you again. I hate to keep you away from your work, but I’d probably be panicking right now if it weren't for you Dr. Y/L/N.”

“It’s no problem at all, especially when my patients are as well behaved as little Charlie.” You said, smiling at him and then at Tommy. You felt his gaze on you as you gathered your things and as you made your way to the door.

“Oh and Mr. Shelby, you can call me Y/N. I’d be happy to help you again if need be.”

“Thank you Y/N. And you can call me Tommy. I know it may not be the right time, but I’d love to pay repay ya in some way, not just with money...” He said lingering by the door to Charlie’s room. You stopped and looked at him, taking a moment to think about what he said.

“What kind of repayment were you thinking Mr. Sh-I mean Tommy?” You asked, catching yourself calling him that out of habit. 

“I was thinking maybe going for a drink sometime, when you’re free of course.” He said. You blushed and took a long look at him. 

“I’d love that actually...I’ll ring you this Friday when I’m free.” You said.

“Then it’s a date.” He said smiling slightly before turning back to Charlie. 

You walked out, hearing the birds singing as you drove off and back to the remaining hours of your long shift, excitedly looking forward to the end of the week.

Later that morning, Thomas called the shop, telling Polly all that went on and decided to take the day off to better help monitor him, but before she could say anything else he spoke.

“Oh and cancel anything for Friday of this week.” He said.

“Why...? Thomas is it serious?” She asked concerned.

“No Poll. The lovely doctor prescribed him some medicine. I’m...actually going to be meeting with her that day...”

“My god you’ve asked out the doctor?” She asked.

“I did. But I know she’s not like the others Poll, you’ll see.” He said before hanging up. 

After Grace’s death, he didn’t know when he’d want to take up dating again, but dating takes risks, and risks were something that Thomas Shelby could never shy away from.

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Kook Princess Part 2

Part 1 here

You’re falling out with Rafe, JJ being the one to help you recognize his violent ways are not boyfriend material. Who knew leaving JJ for only a second, Y/n would end up in the hospital.

⚠️- violence, abusive relationship

“Oh it’s beautiful, JJ,” you tell him, in awe. He took you to the beach, early in the morning for the sunrise. You both camped at John B’s place, and pulled an all nighter.

He didn’t respond, so you turned to look at him. His eyes were on you, trailing your face. When you caught him, he turned away.

“Yup, it’s pretty cool. I knew you’d like it,” JJ says quickly, taking about the sunrise before you.

There was tension between you JJ, it felt like there always was. Since day one.

You shifted closer to him, rocks crumbling beneath your feet.

Your hand brushed against JJ’s. You felt his knuckles, so again, you moved your fingers to touch his.

He looked down. And that’s when you took the chance and entertained your fingers.

Holding hands with JJ made your feel safe. There was also those nervous butterflies in your stomach.

“What are you going to tell your friends?” You asked, thinking about how JJ wanted to avoid them last night at the Chateau.

“What are you going to tell Rafe?” he said.

You tensed and almost pulled your hand away. But you sighed, “if your going to tell me to break up with him, I’ve already tried,”

“What do you mean you’ve tried? Breakups usually work even if their not mutual,”

“I said I wanted to...but then I got...um he- look I just don’t want to deal with that again,” you said.

JJ’s jaw visibly clenched, “I want to kill him,” he muttered. He knew exactly what you meant but your stuttering.

“I’ll figure it out. Maybe if I tell my parents-“

“Tell them you want to drop the most successful kook’s son for a pogue like me? They’ll never support it,” JJ scoffs.

“They don’t have to know about us,” you tell him, but you instantly regret it. Was there an ‘us’ to JJ?

JJ smiles, “I like the sound of that,”

A few moments later he lead you to the HMS pogue boat. And he took you on a quick ride. Just so you could feel the wind in your hair.

When you return, Kie runs towards the dock.

“What’s up Kie?” JJ asks, calmly.

“Rafe! Rafe showed up,” she breathed.

“Oh my gosh. Is everyone okay?” You ask, assuming Rafe was angry at you.

“Yeah everyone is okay. Just the usual threats,” Kie told, “but he said he needs to talk to you. He said, and I quote, ‘tell your boy I know what he did’,”

You frowned. JJ didn’t do anything. And if he got the punishment, you would never forgive yourself.

“I should go talk to him,” you mutter, stepping off the boat.

“No. Wait Y/n. You can’t see him. Not without me there,” JJ defends.

“It’ll be fine,” you brushed him off and kept walking towards his car.

“Y/n. Don’t push me away,” JJ persisted.

“I do need a ride. But I don’t want you to get involved. It could provoke him. He already knows I’m here. Thank god we were on that boat,”

“Alright. I’ll stay in the car,” JJ states. Opening the door for you to enter the passenger seat.

Once arriving at the Cameron mansion, you stepped out of the car and headed to knock on the door.

When you entered, you heard Rafe and his father arguing.

You stepped back, they were talking about a watch. That Rafe was stealing, and you know Mr.Cameron wouldn’t tolorate that. In his own home.

You felt partially responsible, if you had been at the party, Rafe wouldn’t need money to steal, he would have made enough to pay the drug dealer.

You started walking backwards down the path, slowly. Ready to talk to JJ about what your next move should be.

But the door bursts open, and an upset Rafe storms through.

“Y/n?” He says, his voice cracking.

“Hi. Hey, are you okay?” You asked in a concerned tone. His cheeks were red and so were his eyes. He wiped under his eyes aggressively.

“Yeah. Yes I...fuck. I really fucked up. I’m a mess, Y/n. What am I going to do?” He crumbled. You had never seen him so vulnerable. He was crying, infront of you.

“Oh Rafe. I’m so sorry. We’ll fix it okay? You’ll find a way,” you pleaded, pulling him into a hug.

“My dad kicked me out. He doesn’t trust me,” Rafe cried.

“You can...you can stay with me. My mom likes you. It’s alright,” you comforted. Truly, you wanted to help him. It was in the heat of the moment that you forgot all his recent behavior and just saw him as an unloved boy.

“You’d do that for me?” He sniffled, trying to wipe away any signs of weakness.

You sighed, “it was wrong what you did to me. But you’re still my friend, Rafe. I can’t let you-“

“Boyfriend.” Rafe corrected.

You bit your tongue. After your time spent with JJ, you couldn’t exactly stay with Rafe romantically.

But in his damaged state, you couldn’t break the news. You you just caressed his face, wiping a few tears.

“You’re so good to me, how can someone be so gentle?” He asked. He probably was never treated this way. So you let it go.

“I have a soft spot for broken boys,” you reassured.

At this moment, you remembered JJ. JJ was the one that kept you safe when Rafe was high and didn’t know what he was doing. JJ was still waiting in the car.

You looked to the left and noticed JJ standing out of the car, resting his back against the door.

This made your stomach drop. If Rafe saw JJ he would get angry.

“Rafe I have to get going,” you tensed but began to stand up to cover it up.

“No,” Rafe demanded, “you can’t leave,”

“Rafe-“ you began cautiously, stepping backwards.

You watched Rafe’s eyes manically dance from you to the road. His glance switching.

He saw JJ.

“You’re not going with him. No way, babe,” Rafe ordered.

“I’m sorry, but you can’t control who I hang out with,” you retorted.

Everything that happened before flashed before your eyes, Rafe was never a good boyfriend to you. He was harsh, and violent.

But you couldn’t bring a break up into the conversation, not in his state.

“He’s why you missed the party,” Rafe paused to grab your arm, he pulled you close until you collided with his chest.

“Ow,” you whispered.

“I can’t let you slip away,” He muttered.

“Last night you nearly pawned me off for sex! I have to be done Rafe. This isn’t good for me,” you admitted, pushing back at his firm chest, “let me go,” you demanded.

“That was for us!” Rafe argued.

You couldn’t argue, there was no point. It would just get you hurt.

“I need you to listen to me. Please,” you pleaded, hoping he would finally give you a chance, “I can’t stay with you. You don’t treat me-“

“Treat?! What you think you’re some fuckin princess? Well you’re not! You do what I say. And you love me, if you know what’s good for you,” Rafe responded.

“Love? You just threatened me to love you? Don’t you see that this is toxic?” You pleaded.

Rafe pulls you close to him again, but this time, forces you against the house, one of his hands meets your neck and squeezes it.

You cough, choaking.

“Keep talking huh?! Keep fucking talking,” Rafe seethes.

You felt it like you have lived in this moment. JJ was approaching. Your eyes were wide as you clawed at Rafe, to let you go.

Your air was restricted.

Splotches of black started to enter your vision.

“Rafe...” you whispered, pleading him to stop as you continued to try and breathe.

Suddenly, some white stars entered in the abyss of black. You could barely see Rafe infront of you.

3..2..1

Black.

-

“Let her go!” JJ screamed angerly. Rafe turned around and saw him, his hands eased off of you.

But it was too late. Your limp legs could not carry you. You collapsed towards the dirt and gravel ground. Falling gently into unconsciousness.

“What the hell did you do?!” JJ asked the rhetorical question to Rafe.

Instead of running over to you, JJ threw the first punch at Rafe. Rafe ducked and punched back. Both of them getting hit.

A few blows later. Rafe had JJ in a choke hold. JJ fought and punched. His desire to avenge you was strong.

He jumped back and Rafe hit his head on the gravel. His forehead began to bleed. It was only a scrape, but it caused him to panic, and stay low to the ground.

JJ, breathing heavily, headed to you. He picked you up, and in his arms, carried you to the nearby van.

Placing you as carefully as possible, he drove to the hospital.

He kept blaming himself. He knew that he shouldn’t have let you talk to Rafe alone.

“She’s awake,” JJ heard the nurse inform the doctor. He headed inside.

JJ stood up in urgency, but the nurse shushed him and gestured for him to sit down again.

“What about the police?” The nurse said in a hushed tone.

“Hold them, for just a minute,”

“They can’t wait any longer,” she said, but the doctor just ignored her and went inside your room.

You gulped at the sight of him, he sighed and took a seat next to the hospital bed you were laying on.

“How are you feeling?” He asked you, leaning over slightly.

It hurt your throat to try and talk, so you just nodded. Figiting nervously with your fingers.

“What’s your name again, darling?” He asked, clutching a clip board.

You took some shallow breaths, looking up at the doctor, he looked in his 30’s, with a scruff beard and normal length brown hair.

You didn’t want to be questioned. You didn’t want to be here anymore.

Then you thought of JJ. If you had arrived here than JJ must have intervened with Rafe. You wondered if they had assumed it was JJ.

You looked around the room, “um..is JJ here?” You asked him.

“You mean the blond boy who brought you here. He’s outside waiting,” the doctor explained.

“I..I want to see him. Can I?” You asked.

The doctor sighed, “we have visitation restrictions, at least in the first 12 hours. Family only,” he answered.

Your family. You didn’t want them to know you were here. You didn’t want them to know why.

“Please?” You asked.

“Answer a few of my questions first, please. Then I can invite your friend in,” he said.

You nodded reluctantly, looking out the window mostly covered with blinds.

“My name is Dr. Joel Goran. You can call me Joel if you’d like. Would you walk me through what happened?” He questioned, trying to seem as friendly as possible.

You didn’t want to answer, you couldn’t admit it. Would he even believe you?

“Um..I don’t...” you paused, and studied his expression, “I don’t feel like I can....I mean I don’t..know,” you lied.

Dr. Joel sighed, “alright. I’ll tell you what I know, you were strangled, there are bruises on your neck by hand. You lost consciousness, and that’s why you’re here. Sound about right?”

You shrugged, crossing your arms.

“Can I please talk to JJ now?” You asked.

“Is..JJ you’re boyfriend?” Dr. Joel asked.

Surprised by the personal question, but you answered, “no,”

“Was he there when you got hurt?” He asked.

“No,” you lied, so that they wouldn’t question JJ.

“But he found you seconds after? And drove you here?”

You avoided eye contact, “um I guess,”

“Did he choke you?” Dr. Joel continued.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “No! What are you, a detective? It doesn’t matter who did it. I want to leave now,”

“It’s either me, or the police. And it does matter who did it, this is an assault crime,” The doctor said, in a disappointed tone.

“No...so they’re gonna arrest someone? It’s fine..I don’t...I didn’t press charges,”

“I can tell you don’t want this. This is a stressful situation-“

“No. Please clear me. I’m healed right? I should leave,” you said quickly, starting to move the covers and get up.

“On the contrary. You have some brain damage and need to stay until it can easily be healed. Don’t worry. Nothing too serious.”

You gave him a worried look, breathing heavily.

“Can you tell me your full name? We would like to call your parents,” he pressed.

You looked the opposite way, “can I see my friend now?”

He sighed, and looked at you, “okay,” he nodded, then slowly left the room.

While he was gone, you looked for your phone. It was in the pocket of your previous clothes. You were now wearing a hospital gown.

You found them in a bag and pulled it out. Before you even unlocked it you could see threats and apologies from Rafe.

You slammed it down on the table.

Then the door was pushed open. You tensed.

JJ walked in first, then Dr. Goran.

“Hey,” he said, looking at you with slight worry.

When he got close enough you wrapped your arms around him.

“Thank god you’re here. JJ I can’t do this. I have to leave, okay? Can you get me out of here?” You asked.

The doctor was still standing by the door.

“Y/n..I don’t know. Are you..okay? Did he hurt you bad?” JJ asked, brushing your hair to the side.

“Ah shit,” he muttered.

“It’s fine. I don’t need to stay here! I want to go home with you,” you admitted.

JJ began to say something, but stopped when he heard arguing by the door.

“She’s not ready,” your doctor said to two officers.

“We need to start looking for the suspect. It could happen again if we don’t,” the policeman said.

“No. JJ no...I can’t tell them. He’ll kill me,” you whispered.

“No he won’t, Y/n. I’ll be there to protect you the whole time,” JJ reassured.

The officers entered, despite your doctors protests, and began questioning you.

“Please describe the identity of your assailant please,” the officer began, pen ready on a pad.

You found JJ’s hand and gripped it right, “Nothing...” you started but realized lying wouldn’t work. Instead you just shut your mouth.

The officer then turned their attention to JJ, “would you please exit the room. To provide a more honest space for her,”

“No. No JJ don’t leave me,” you pleaded.

The officer shoved JJ out of the room gently.

“No!” You screamed, but they shut the door.

You crossed your arms and took a deep breath.

“Describe your assailant, now Miss,” the officer proceeded.

You ignored him for a minute.

“Miss?”

“I’m not telling you anything,” you admitted.

They sighed, “you have to tell us who hurt you. We’re only trying to help. Whoever you’re protecting-“

“I’m protecting myself.” You interrupted, “I’m not answering any more of your stupid questions. So please, leave me alone,”

The officers nodded in disappointment and Dr. Goran lead them out.

“If I may say one thing. Telling the police won’t get you hurt. They can arrest him,”

“You don’t know him,” you whispered, you’re voice breaking slightly.

—-

This is kinda bad and I have no idea where this is going or if I’m gonna stop now! Thx for reading tho!!

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Reviews for Every Movie I Watched in March+April

Kinda fell off on watching movies after January due to some mental health shtuff, but I’ve slowly been getting back on that horse and I wanted to talk about the movies I’ve seen, so here we are. Take my number ratings with a grain of salt, they’re mostly off the cuff and giving a movie a numbered grade is pretty arbitrary anyway. 

March 1: The Wizard of Oz (1939)  dir. Victor Fleming - 9/10

It is STUPID how good this movie is for 1939. I really do like almost everything about this movie, from the fun characters to the bright and colorful set design to the iconic music. In fact, the only parts of the movie I don’t like are that ugly ass Cowardly Lion and those godforsaken Munchkins.

March 1: Kick-Ass (2010) dir. Matthew Vaughn - 8/10

Even when Matthew Vaughn is bad, he is still amazingly fun, and this movie is by no means a bad movie. Nicolas Cage gives the best performance, I love his delivery on some of his lines. This movie is so much fun y’all. Just watch it, you’ll have a good time. (And yes, I know both Quicksilvers are in this, you don’t have to tell me) 

March 13: There Will Be Blood (2007) dir. Paul Thomas Anderson - 10/10

This is a fuck-you movie. This movie curb stomped me, spat in my face, and told me I’d never make it in this industry. I don’t need to tell you this movie is incredible, ‘cause if you’ve seen it you already know, and if you haven’t you are seriously missing out.

March 14: The Philadelphia Story (1940) dir. George Cukor - 7/10

I had a hard time deciphering how I feel about this movie. I watched this for a Classic Film course, so I had a couple days to listen to and share some deeper analysis, and I feel like this film is actually pretty good. I don’t have any strong feelings on it, check it out if you like classic film.

March 14: Moulin Rouge! (2001) dir. Baz Luhrmann - 8/10

This movie is bombastic as hell, and even if this is a bad movie, it’s a good movie in my soul. Ewan McGregor, please return my calls.

March 15: The Ruthless (2019) dir. Renato De Maria - 5/10

I guess this movie just isn’t for me, I don’t know. I really do like Riccardo Scamarcio in this movie, but that’s the extent of the really good things. I was on a “Santino from John Wick” kick, I can’t really explain it. 

March 20: The Host (2006) dir. Bong Joon-ho - 9/10

Bong Joon-ho has never disappointed me once, and I don’t think he ever will. This is one of the best monster movies I have ever seen (granted I don’t think I’ve seen a lot of monster movies). Watch this movie, it has a wonderful heart and a wonderful monster.

March 20: Citizen Kane (1941) dir. Orson Welles - 10/10

Anything I can say about this movie has already been said, so I’m going to leave you with “I wrote a paper on this film and got a C so fuck this movie” and call it a day.

March 27: Sound of Metal (2019) dir. Darius Marder - 9/10

I am so glad a watched this movie. Riz Ahmed gives an award winning performance if only he hadn’t been competing against Anthony Hopkins. Paul Raci is also really, really good in this movie, and I don’t think that’s mentioned as much, and I think it should be. 

April 6: Casablanca (1942) dir. Michael Curtiz - 9/10

I did not think I would enjoy Casablanca as much as I did, but yeah. This is a great movie. I wanna go on record and say Humphrey Bogart is not tall, he is 5′8″. He wears pumps in this movie and they’re really funny to look at.

April 10: Dr. No (1962) dir. Terence Young - 7/10

This was my introduction to the Bond universe, and I thought it was a pretty good way to get me into the character of James Bond. Sean Connery is the strongest part of this movie as Bond. It is by no means a perfect movie, some aspects are extraordinarily outdated. But as a first crack this movie gets two thumbs up from me.

April 18: The Godfather (1972) dir. Francis Ford Coppola - 10/10

This film is truly something special. I am lucky that I was able to experience the story basically blind (I knew about some specific plot points and some famous lines, but for the most part this was all new to me), and I was extra lucky that I got to watch it with my dad. Being able to watch The Godfather with someone who has a deep love of the genre and the film itself is something that enhances almost every movie going experience. The Godfather is one of the greats. 

April 19: Mank (2020) dir. David Fincher - 6/10

I am not in love with this movie. I don’t hate it, but I don’t particularly like it either. The production design is great, and as a general appreciator of classic cinema I liked those aspects just fine. There’s just something in here that’s preventing me from fully liking this movie. 

April 21: Judas and the Black Messiah (2021) dir. Shaka King - 9/10

The only way I can describe this movie is “important.” King gives us a story of a often left out part of the Civil Rights movement, and it’s a story that everyone should be aware of. Fred Hampton was only 21 when he was assassinated, and yet he left such a mark on the fight for racial equality. Daniel Kaluuya absolutely deserved his Oscar win, he is a dream in this film. This is an uncompromising, tragic, and endlessly relevant movie.

April 23: The Father (2020) dir. Florian Zeller - 10/10

Yeah I cried. Anthony Hopkins is... I don’t think his performance can be summed up in words. It’s heartbreaking, everything about this movie is soul-crushing. 

April 24: Promising Young Woman (2020) dir. Emerald Fennell - 8/10

(You can tell I was cramming for the Oscars at this point) It is really hard to review Promising Young Woman. It’s incredibly polarizing to the film community, and it’s also polarizing in my own opinion. I really don’t know how I feel here, all I know is my feelings are strong. Also every time Bo Burnham was on screen I had a big stupid grin on my face, I can’t wait for his new special to come out. 

April 25: Nomadland (2020) dir. Chloe Zhao - 9/10

What a beautiful experience. This movie, on top of being absolutely gorgeous, has such a wonderful soul that completely shines through Zhao’s directing. There’s a monologue about maybe a half hour in that describes so succinctly the beauty of nature, and as someone who lives in a much more urban area of the world, it’s a description that I don’t get to see that often in my life. That’s why I love film. If Promising Young Woman made me angry at the world Nomadland made me fall back in love with it.

April 25: Minari (2020) dir. Lee Isaac Chung - 8/10

Watching Minari is like being gently set on fire. My feelings aren’t as strong as they were for Nomadland, and I don’t have much to say, but I still adore this movie and think it’s worth watching. 

April 26: Singin’ in the Rain (1952) dir. Gene Kelly, Stanley Donen - 8/10

I think my film teacher puts it best in describing this movie as “just so stinkin joyous.” That’s what this movie is, it’s joy put to film. I love how you can clearly see the excitement over making film that comes through in older movies, I feel like you don’t really see that anymore. 

April 28: Some Like It Hot (1959) dir.  Billy Wilder - 7/10

As glaringly outdated this film is, I still managed to have a pretty good time with it, although I can totally see why the plot could put some people off, or even make them outright dislike the film as a whole. Marilyn Monroe playing a ukulele made me feel very seen. (This is my first Marilyn movie as well!)

April 29: Snowpiercer (2013) dir. Bong Joon-ho - 8/10

CHRIST this movie is intense. The best part of Snowpiercer is it is engaging as hell. Unfortunately I had to duck out about three quarters of the way through to get some dental work done, but rest assured under different circumstances I would have been glued to the screen from start to finish. The premise is chilling (ha ha, get it), and the subplot of class disparity is also really compelling. If you know me you’ll know that I love me some John Hurt, Song Kang-ho has been great in pretty much every movie I’ve seen him in, TILDA FUCKING SWINTON rocks every scene she’s in. My only real problem here is sometimes Chris Evans is a bit hit or miss for me, I really like his performance at times, and I like it less at others. It has been cool to see him grow as an actor over the years, you can definitely see his improvement in more recent movies. In any case, I stand by my previous statement, Bong Joon-ho has never disappointed me once, and I don’t think he ever will.

[kurt-nightcrawler]

Together Again

John Allerdyce x Female Reader

Request: Hi! I love your your writing (especially the mother nature ones and crush honestly,,,,, art lmao) and I was wondering if you could write something else for John? Like honestly anything I'm just really starved for pyro content 😂 if you don't want to then uh dw 💜

A/N: if you guys want a blurb about wedding vows or baby making sex let me know!!

Warnings: teen pregnancy, swearing, mentions of sex, and some angst.

Word Count: 8.9k

“Hey, I know it’s been a while, but I miss you… and I know I shouldn’t… but I can’t help myself. I’m really sorry for everything I did. I hurt you, I acted out, I ruined all the relationships I had at the mansion…” His voice faltered as tears fell from his eyes.

“Um, you don’t have to call me back… I’m just really sorry for being such an asshole… You deserved better…” 

You jokingly scoffed to yourself.

Typical John, You mused. Never realizing his potential. 

“I love you…” 

The voice message ended. You felt your eyes watering. Despite it all, you missed him. You missed John so much. 

-

He joined Magento’s army, brotherhood, and left you. You didn’t want to side with either of them, Charles or Erik. 

You wanted to run away somewhere, live a small-town life, maybe in Europe or something. You hadn’t really figured out all the details, but you assumed that figuring it out as you went along would suffice. As long as you had John by your side, nothing could get in your way. 

But then he wasn’t by your side. And your entire world came crashing down. 

-

You had woken up to an empty bed. Unusual, since John was in it with you the night before. 

His clothes were gone, and it felt like he had never been there to start with. 

You got yourself out of bed, not even bothering to change out of your pajamas. You wanted to know where he went. 

You made it downstairs to the den, where your friends were seated with some staff members. 

“Ah, (Y/N),” Xavier said. “You’re awake. Please sit down.” 

You sat down on the couch next to Kitty. “What’s going on? Where’s John?” 

“Allerdyce left,” Logan stated with a bitter tone. 

“Left? What do you mean he left?” 

“Magento is forming a new brotherhood of mutants, and he’s planning to attack Worthington industries.” 

“Is this about the “cure”?” You asked. 

Xavier nodded, “John left to join him.” 

No… You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “That can’t be true. He wouldn’t just leave and not tell anyone. He would have told me if he was thinking about joining forces with Magento!” 

“(Y/N),” You looked over at Bobby, “We had an argument in our room late last night. I tried to convince him to stay but—“

“No…” You were shaking. “You’re— you’re lying!” You stood up too quickly and you got a head rush. 

“I wish I was—“ 

You felt like you were going to be sick. You could hear the blood pounding in your ears. Your vision was blurry, and you were sweating. 

You ran to the nearest trash can and dunked your head in as you heaved. 

Kitty held your hair back and rubbed your back. “Let it out. Let it out, (Y/N)...” 

You puked your guts out until you didn’t have the energy to continue. Then, you turned over, moving your head out of the trash and started crying. 

No one knew what to do about you— and Magneto trying to kill a bunch of people was a bit more of a pressing issue. 

-

You didn’t want to go to Worthington industries and fight. You didn’t want to see him. You wanted to be left alone. 

Plus, with your mutation, the X-Men thought you’d be a good guard for the mansion if anything happened. 

It was a few days before anyone came back, and while they were gone you caught a stomach bug. Constantly vomiting, bad cramps, and your chest was extremely sore. 

You didn’t know what to do about it, so you kept a trash can nearby and drank lots of water and took some ibuprofen. 

When everyone returned, Bobby, Kitty, and Rogue, all ran to hug you, knowing you’d need it. 

“I punched him for you,” Bobby whispered. You held him tighter and let silent tears rain down your face as you hugged him. 

The three of them told you about the battle, and what happened to everyone, and a new addition to the team— Scott’s younger brother, Alex Summers, who had apparently been friends with one of the brotherhood members, but decided to switch sides and support his brother. 

He was in the medical bay downstairs with everyone else, getting checked out. 

“What have you been up to?” 

You let out a weak laugh, “Nothing much. I’ve been watching tv and puking my guts out the past few days…” 

Your friends nodded in sympathy. “You’re probably sick from all the stress…” Rogue commented. 

“Yeah, that’s probably it. When it’s a good time, I’ll ask Dr. Grey to give me some medicine other than pain killers.” 

“Good idea…” 

“I’m gonna go shower,” Rogue said, getting up from the couch. 

“Me too! Kitty replied. “Are you going to change Bobby?” 

He looked over at her, “Uh, yeah. I will in a little bit.” The girls walked off, satisfied with his answer. 

You patted Bobby’s shoulder. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t talk him out of leaving…”

“He’s… He’s stubborn. I don’t think any of us could have convinced him to stay…”

“(Y/N)...” Bobby sighed.

“He never told me about even wanting to leave!” Your words stung in the air like venom. 

“He’s not coming back, is he?” 

Bobby shook his head, “I don’t think so. After the fight, the brotherhood just kind of wandered off… We have no idea where any of them went—“

“And that includes John…”

There was a pregnant pause before Bobby spoke up. 

“He really loves you.” 

“Not enough to stay,” You scoffed. 

“He just didn’t want you to get hurt… And while he’s dumb as shit, deep down, he meant well…”

“It’s just…” You snuffled your nose. “Three years, B. We were together for three years. He confided in me, and we trusted each other and we were gonna move out to the countryside in France or maybe Denmark…” Your cries interrupted your words, and all Bobby could do was hug you. Trying his best to comfort you. 

-

You weren’t sick with a stomach bug from stress— you were pregnant. 

It was simultaneously the best and worst news of your life. Everyone was supportive and kept reminding you, you didn’t have to keep it, you were only 18. 

You weren’t sure what you were going to do. John wasn’t there and you had almost no money. 

You didn’t want to raise a child alone, but you didn’t want to send them into foster care either. 

It was a messy situation, and with each week passing by, your baby grew, reminding you to make a decision. 

“I’m going to keep it. I’m going to stay here and raise my baby. It’ll probably be a mutant, so what better place for a mutant child to grow up?” 

-

Everyone was excited for you and your baby.  Kitty was excited to “be an aunt”, Rogue was excited, ablet a little nervous, with her no-touch rule, and Bobby just wanted you to be happy. 

You found out you were having a boy, and you were so excited, you cried. Jean and Ororo threw a baby shower for you and Bobby, Logan, and Scott helped redo your room so it could function for the baby too. 

Everything was going great. So great, in fact, you didn’t think about him most nights. 

You still longed for John, and you wanted him there with you, to see your baby at the ultrasound screenings, feel him kick for the first time, and decide on names. But you had to remain strong. With or without John, you needed to be a good mom for your son. 

Before and after his birth. 

-

No one was allowed on the roof normally, but you were especially not allowed in your condition. 

Yet you went up there anyway, for a moment of quiet and alone time. 

You had snuck up to the roof before in your 4 years at Xavier’s. Most times it had been to hide with John. Or just lay and star gaze— your head resting on his chest, and his hands either preoccupied with his flames, or they’d be in your hair. 

You placed a hand on your stomach, thinking it would maybe soothe you, but it didn’t really work. 

You heard footsteps, and you quickly looked over to see who it was. 

“Sorry— I uh, I didn’t think anyone was up here.” He started to leave. 

“Alex, no, you’re fine. You can stay.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah! Of course.” He walked over and sat next to you. 

“How’ve you been?” 

“Good, good.” He nodded. “How have you been?”

“Same as you…” You both awkwardly laughed together. 

“That’s good.”

“Mmhmm…”

Alex shifted in his spot awkwardly. 

“Are you uh… are you excited about being a mom?”

You laughed. He was so nervous. “Yeah. I mean, I’m nervous as hell, but I have all my friends around, more than willing to help me, and my life is secure and safe.” 

Alex nodded, shy and awkward, yet attentive. 

“Is… Is Bobby excited about being a dad?” 

You were shocked. “Bobby’s gay.” 

“I know, but wait— isn’t he— is he—“ Alex was so confused. 

“Bobby’s probably my best friend here, his old roommate, um, he’s the father…” 

Alex’s face was red as a tomato. “Oh…” 

He knew about Bobby’s old roommate, seeing as he took over his spot in his room. He didn’t know much, and he was pretty sure he died or something. 

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s fine. You didn’t know…”

“Did he… did he die?”

You rubbed your eyes. “No… he left to join the brotherhood, days before I found out I was pregnant…” Alex listened to your every word. He still didn’t know who this guy was, considering he too, joined the brotherhood during the battle at Worthington industries, but so did a ton of other mutants. 

“I don’t really know how to contact him now, and… I don’t really want to at the moment.” 

“You don’t have to…” Alex said.  “He left, and that’s his problem.” 

“Yep… And besides, I’m not alone. I have my friends and family here.” 

“Yeah, see! You’re doing great.” 

You laughed at Alex’s words. He was cute and dorky. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

-

You were crying. Crying in pain, in joy, in sorrow, in relief— you were extremely emotional. Your baby was finally born. 

Once he got all cleaned up, umbilical cord cut, and was in your arms, laying on your bare chest for some bonding, people started coming in. 

At first, it was just Bobby, Kitty, Rogue, and Alex. They had some flowers, balloons, and presents with them. 

“We got you some things…” Rogue began.

“Awww... how are you guys?” Kitty interrupted. 

“We’re fine. He’s asleep.” You glanced down at your chest. 

“He’s so small.” Alex’s eyes were glossy. 

“He’s all pink,” Bobby observed. 

Kitty hit him on the arm, “He just came out of her vagina!” 

You laughed, “He was a C-section.” 

“Oh, I was a tumor baby.” Everyone looked at Bobby like he grew a second head. “What?” 

Rogue rolled her eyes, “Anyway, we all got you a card and some gifts.” She set them down on the ledge near the visiting chairs and window. 

“You guys didn’t have to do that.” 

“Most of them are for the little guy,” Alex said. 

“Still! He’s gonna be so spoiled…” 

Your nurse walked in after you said that. “Alright mama, we gotta get him weighed and everything. Just get stuff for the birth certificate…” She set papers down on your table tray. “If you’re up for it, you can fill stuff out now, or have someone else do it for you… We’ll be back in a little bit.” 

“Aww, bye…” Your friends cooed at your son. 

You rolled your eyes, smiling. “He’ll be in the nursery, and you can go see him in a little bit. Then if he’s fine, he’ll be back here with me and you guys can hold him.” 

“We can’t stay in here forever. This room is too small, plus Scott and his posse wanna come say hi.” 

“Right, right.” You took a sip from your water bottle the hospital gave you and looked at the birth certificate and other papers with it. 

“So… What’s his name?”

“I don’t know…” You admitted. You hadn’t really thought of a name. 

Well, you had, but it was kind of stupid. 

You wanted to name him after John, his father because he was one of the few things you had left of John. You also wanted to name him after Bobby or Alex, because they’d been some of your best friends and there for you during your pregnancy. 

“Well, you have sixty days to think about it.” Bobby reminded you. 

“Yeah,” You yawned. “Oh boy… Sorry— Sorry, I just—“

“Nonsense. You gave birth like what maybe an hour or two ago? Take a nap. You deserve it,” Kitty told you. 

“Yeah, we’ll go down to the nursery and see if we can spot him.” 

“Okay, you guys sure?”

“Yes, mom,” Alex teased. “We’re sure.”

“Okay, okay.” 

“We’ll be back.” 

Once the four shuffled out of your room, you quickly examined the birth certificate. 

You took a pen and wrote down your name, John’s, and the perfect name for your son. 

-

“Johnathan-Robert Alexander (Y/L/N)! Get back here!” Rogue scolded. 

“Sorry Marie, I just saw a cool bird, and it flew away…”

She ruffled his hair, “Your mom is gonna be mad if we don’t eat lunch. I let you play outside for an extra twenty minutes.”

“Oh, okay…” 

It had been six years since your son was born. You named him after his dad and your two best guy friends. His nickname was Jr, or Junior, because of his initials. 

He took after you mostly, except he had John’s eyes and mutation. 

You and your friends all became X-Men and teachers at the mansion, and they all pitched in to help raise Junior, despite you telling them over and over again that they didn’t have to. 

It wasn’t easy. You were a young mom— there were some pity looks at the grocery store, people asking if Junior was your little brother, you had no biological family around, despite the X-Men making up for it, and you were single. 

Not the end of the world, but sometimes, late at night, you thought about John. 

You know he did what he thought was right, somehow. You just wish he didn’t leave. Keeping you safe, what bullshit. 

Sometimes you resented him and you were glad he was gone. Sometimes you cried and wished he was there with you. 

He would have been a great dad. Nervous, and a little unsure at times, sure, but you know he’d love Junior and do anything for him. 

You were grading papers when your phone rang. 

You didn’t recognize the number, and you had no idea who’d be calling you at noon in the middle of the week.  

It stopped ringing and you didn’t look at it again for the rest of the hour. 

You glanced over at your phone as you took a bite from your salad. The caller left a message in your voice box, which was weird since spam calls usually don’t do that. 

Maybe it was someone with the wrong number, thinking you were a lost loved one. 

Oh god! I better listen to the message!

You picked up your phone and went to your messages. 

Your finger didn’t even hover over and hesitate when it hit the play button. 

-

You were crying. Six years later. Six years later, and he finally reached out. 

You didn’t know what to do. 

What did he want?

You rubbed your temple. What if he’d been in trouble with some bad people? What if he was dying?

You quickly selected his number on your screen. 

“Would you like to call? Yes or no?” 

Your thumb hovered over yes. 

Why didn’t you just push it? What were you so afraid of?

“God…” You groaned. “What am I doing?” 

“No! No, no… I have to call him back. Urgh!” You ran a hand through your hair. 

“Whooooo…” You hit yes, out your phone up to your ear, and let the phone ring. 

You were sweating and your heart was pounding like a drum. 

What if he didn’t pick up?

“Hello?”

“Hi, John, it’s me… (Y/N).” 

-

You asked him to come to the mansion, to sit down and talk to you. He seemed nervous over the phone, but he agreed to come and talk. 

“He called you? After six years of nothing?” Kitty scoffed in disbelief. 

“My number isn’t the same as it was in 2006. Plus who knows what he’s been up too since…” Your words trailed off.

“Why didn’t you ask to meet up at like a Starbucks or the library?” Alex asked. 

“I want him to meet Junior.”

“Are you insane?!” Rogue asked, looking over at you.

“The mansion is a place we’re both familiar with, and he doesn’t have to see him right away…” 

The three all had unsure looks on their faces. 

“It’s my decision. And while you’ve all been more than supportive, I believe he has a right to meet his son. He doesn’t have to be in his life permanently, as much as I’d like that, but he should at least know about him. See him once, maybe.” 

“You’re right,” Kitty spoke up. “He deserves to meet his kid. We may not like him or want him around, but Junior is his son. We can’t change that.”

“Kitty’s right. John’s not the greatest, but he always tried when it came to you, and he deserves to meet his son.” 

“When is he coming over?”

“Tomorrow at 10.” 

-

“Hey, kiddo.” You slowly opened your son’s door and peaked in. “You ready for bed?”

“Yep!” He popped the p. “I fed George and Rock and Socks.” Those were the fish in his little aquarium. “I brushed my teeth, and I put my pajamas on!” 

You gave him a hug, “That’s great, sweetie!” 

Junior sat under his covers in his bed, and you sat on the edge. “What’d you do in your classes today?” 

“Well, Ms. Monroe read us a book about a farm where the cows found a typewriter and made the farmer change the farm up!” 

Wow, starting them young.

“And then she taught us about different types of plants. Did you know broccoli is actually a flower?”

“I did not,” You blinked. 

“Does this mean I don’t have to eat it anymore? People don’t eat flowers!” 

Oh, Junior thought he was so slick. 

“Actually kiddo, some flowers are edible. So, no, you can’t cut out broccoli.” 

He frowned, “But I don’t wanna eat flowers!” 

“Rules are rules… And besides, you wanna eat healthily and get strong, don’t you?” 

“Yeah!” Junior’s face lit up. “So I can beat Gabe when we wrestle!” 

Gabe was Scott and Alex’s 10-year-old brother, who also went to Xavier’s school. He was one of the few kids even close to Junior’s age, making them almost best friends. 

“See! That’s the spirit! Now, do you want me to read to you before you go to sleep?” 

“Hmm… Hmm… Hmm…” 

You laughed a little, “I’ll take that as a no.”

Junior yawned, “Hmm…”

“I’ll let you get some sleep, okay?” You got up, bending down to kiss his forehead. 

“Okay, mom… Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, sweetie.” 

You closed the door behind you as you stepped out. You stood there for a moment to take a breather. 

John was going to love him, you weren’t worried about that. You were worried if you still had feelings for him and you were acting irrationally. 

No, You decided as you brushed your teeth in your bathroom. I’m not acting irrationally. I’ve wanted to talk to him since he left. I have no anger or sadness left in me, and I just want to catch up. 

“(Y/N),” Professor Xavier spoke into your mind. “You’re making part of the mansion shake.” 

“Shit!” You dropped your toothbrush into the sink and tried to pace your breath. 

“It’s alright, dear.” 

You had geological manipulation, and while you had practically mastered it, you still struggled at times. 

You rubbed your face with a towel and sighed. 

You knew getting any sleep was out the door at that point. 

-

You must have fallen asleep at some point and gotten some sleep because you woke up almost an hour late. 

“No, no, no!” You were frantic, slipping on your clothes, trying to brush your hair and somehow rock half-assed bed head and no makeup so you could be presentable in under five minutes. 

“Hey, (Y/N), you slept through your alarm—“

“I know, Bobby!” You were running down the hall to get to your classroom. 

“So I got Junior dressed and ready for the day—“

You slowed down to stop and open your door, looking at Bobby. “Oh my god. Thank you so much…” You instantly wrapped him into a hug. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay…” 

“I’m just so worried… about John and—“

“You’re gonna be fine,” He soothingly rubbed one of his hands on your back. 

“I got no sleep last night… I’m anxious about John coming back too. We’re in this together, okay?” 

“Yeah, together.” 

-

You stood peeking through a window, waiting for him. 

10:00 came, and a rugged, black Jeep pulled through the gates. 

You watched him step out of the car— brown leather jacket, facial hair, and he looked slightly more muscular than you’d last seen him. He’d aged, just like you, but not in a bad way, despite the fact he looked a bit tired. But then again, so did you. 

You left your hiding spot and went outside to greet him. 

“Hey!” 

“Hey!” He quickly checked you out, but it didn’t go undetected by you. “Wow, you look— great!” 

“You too.” You stood there, face to face, unsure if a hug or a handshake was appropriate. 

“So, how have you been?” 

“Good, um— well, a lot has changed since you left…” 

John nodded awkwardly. “But uh… I could give you a tour. Tell me about what you’ve been up to?” 

“Yeah, sure. Sounds good.” 

“So… Bobby, Rogue, Kitty, and I all became teachers...“ John chuckled. “What? Hard to believe?”

“No, no…” He shook his head. “Are Bobby and Rogue still together?” 

You laughed, “No way! Bobby came out of the closet and Marie sees some guy from New Orleans, I think his name is Remy? I’m not really sure… 

John smiled, “Yeah, he told me— junior year, he didn’t like girls.” 

“It hurt, Rogue,” You admitted. “But she understood.” 

“Well, that’s good, I suppose…”

“Yeah, yeah.” You wandered down the halls a bit, before speaking up. 

“So… what have you been up to?”

“Well, I lived in Genosha for awhile…”

“Magento’s hippie colony?” 

“Hey!” He jokingly scoffed. “It’s not a hippie colony!”

“Okay, Mister.” 

“Anyway, I uh, I started writing…”

You rose your brows in surprise, “Really? What do you write about?”

“Romance, mostly…” John was flustered. “Gothic romance. One of the people on Genosha knew a guy, he’s a literary agent—“

“Wait, are you…?”

“Yeah, I’m an actual published author. I only have two books out right now, the first one came out in 2008, and the other just last year.” 

You were baffled, all this time, and you could have contacted him sooner somehow. “I had no idea… congratulations! That’s amazing!”

“Thank you…” 

“Yeah, of course. You do anything else?”

“My mom died two years ago… I went to her funeral… I saw my dad.”

“How’d that go?”

“Not great… but, you know how it is.” You nodded in sympathy. “Anyway, what’s new with you? Besides teaching… Any new X-Men? Are you… seeing anyone…?”

“Scott’s younger brother joined the team, and he has another brother—“

“Mommy! Mom!” You froze. John noticed your shift in demeanor and glanced from you to Junior. 

“Junior, you’re supposed to be in class.” 

“I was, but then Stacy Brown, the girl with the lizard tongue, threw up, so Stacy got taken to Dr. Grey’s lab and Ororo let us leave early.”

“I know who Stacy Brown is, sweetie. You don’t have to tell me she has a lizard tongue. That’s not very nice to point out people’s mutations.” 

Junior frowned and sulked a little, “I’m sorry…”

“I forgive you.” 

John’s eyes kept moving between you and Junior. When did you have a kid? He couldn’t be any older than five or six. 

“Hi. Who are you?” The kid spoke to him. 

“Oh,” John crouched down to equal eye level. “I’m John… What’s your name?” 

“My name is John, too! Well, actually Johnathan-Robert, I was named after my dad and one of his closest friends, even though his name isn’t actually Johnathan. Everyone calls me Junior though, cause my initials are JR.” 

John was floored. He had a son. 

He had a son, and he left him. He left you. 

Oh, God… 

“Uh, Mr… Mr. John?” Junior asked. “Why are you crying?” 

“Uh, Junior, sweetie…” You trailed off. “He’s your dad.” 

“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry…”

John wiped his eyes and stood up, “What for?”

“I made you cry… I’m really sorry…”

“It’s okay. They were happy tears.” He rubbed his eyes. 

“Oh… Do you wanna see my fish? I have 3 of them in my room, they live in a terrarium!” 

“Aquarium,” You corrected him. 

“That’s what I said!” 

John smiled, “Yeah, I’d like that.” 

“Come on, then!” Junior grabbed his hand and led him upstairs. 

-

John moved back in. 

Not with you necessarily, but he wanted to be a part of Junior’s life. He felt like the world’s biggest asshole for leaving days before you found out you were pregnant. 

He joined the brotherhood because he felt like you were the only person who saw him as a decent human being. He didn’t agree with everything Xavier said and stood for, and he was tired of people comparing him to Bobby. 

He wanted to fight for what he thought was right. He wanted to be able to just do what he wanted without hurting the one person he cared about. Which is why he didn’t tell you he was leaving. 

But he knew he hurt you. He knew soon as the battle was over and he claimed one of the small homes on Genosha as his. 

He was scared to reach out the first few months. And then he assumed you left Xavier’s and he didn’t know how to contact you from there. He only just got your number because a graduate from Xavier’s moved to Genosha, giving him your number and telling him you hadn’t left. 

He didn’t even hesitate to call you. He didn’t even care if you cursed him out on the other line, yelling about how you never wanted to see him again. He just wanted to hear your voice one more time. 

What he wouldn’t have done to hold you in his arms again, feel your soft, pink lips against his, your bodies pressed against each other, becoming one. 

But he knew he didn’t deserve any of it. He didn’t deserve you. He knew he fucked up. 

And what hurt him the most was he thought he was worse than his own father. The one who beat him, called him a monster, sent him away to a foreign country, left in the care of strangers— he thought he was worse because he wasn’t there in the beginning. He wasn’t there for the doctor’s appointments, the birth, or his first steps and words. 

You talked to him. Tried to convince him he wasn’t bad, while still holding your ground and making him responsible for just up and leaving. 

“I should have gone with you. You know I would have. I would have followed you to the fucking moon if you asked.” 

“I know… I just thought keeping you out of all that was the best choice.”

“We were fucking kids John! We really didn’t know much. We still don’t! We’re 23 with a child.”

“You don’t have to forgive me. You don’t have to love me again. I just want to be in my son’s life, please.” He was trying his best to not cry again. 

“Most of the time you’re a great guy. I want you in Junior’s life… I just… I don’t know if we can ever go back to how it was before.” I still love you, but I’m not ready to rush into anything…

“Yeah, no, I get that. You have no reason to trust me, and no obligations to date me…”

You sighed, “I want us to be friends. Not for anyone’s sake but for our own… because as much as I should… I don’t hate you.” 

“Thank you.” His voice was breaking. 

“Friends?” 

He nodded, “Yeah, friends.” You wrapped him in your arms in place of a handshake. Neither of you said anything. Nothing needed to be said. 

-

John had been living at the X-Mansion for almost two years. He taught an English class or two and continued to write more gothic romance novels while spending as much time as he could with Junior. 

He became friends with Bobby, Kitty, and Rogue again. He became friends with Alex. He was friends with you, despite wanting more. 

But he knew he didn’t deserve it, and he was just glad to get what he could. 

“So… what do they like, do in Romania?”

You looked up from your lesson plan for the week and gave John a funny look. 

“What do they do in Romania? Aren’t you the one writing about vampires? You should know.” 

“Yeah, but you’re a history teacher!”

“I teach kids about the civil war, Marie Antionette, and the Han dynasty.” 

You sometimes worked together in the library or in one of your rooms or classrooms. John— writing the next chapter of his novel— and you, usually doing lesson plans or grading tests. 

“What are you writing about anyway?” You turned in your chair to watch John scribble words down in his notebook. He preferred to write down on paper first, then type it up. 

“Well, she’s making Von take her on a date since she’s been living with him for a month and he confessed he liked her.”

“Isn’t Von a vampire?”

John nodded, “Half. Anyway, he’s gonna like, take her stargazing on the rooftop. I don’t know what else they’re gonna do after that.”

You pondered for a moment, “We used to do that all the time…” 

“Yeah, um…”

You laughed a little, teasing him. “Do you base all your stories on our romantic endeavors?”

“Not all of them!” He defended. 

“That so?” John hummed in response. “What has the great womanizer, St. John Allerdyce, been up to in his love life the last few years?” 

“Not much,” He admitted. “I went on a few dates, a handful of hookups, but nothing really worked out…” He tried to shake the feeling of longing for you off, “What about you?”

“Same as you. Not much luck, especially with being a young mom, and raising a kid with two of her best friends who are guys, it tends to… scare people away…” 

John swung his legs to the side of the bed, about to get up. 

“They’re pussies,” He said while looking at you. 

You nodded, not noticing he got up, “Yeah, besides I’m busy…”

Your train of thought was forgotten as John’s eyes looked into yours. You weren’t speaking. 

Your eyes glanced down at his lips. They were soft and pink. 

You cleared your throat, trying to distract yourself from your thoughts, unaware John’s brain was on the same page as yours. 

He unexpectedly pressed his lips against yours. You were wide-eyed with shock as he did so. You weren’t expecting that. 

But you were glad it happened. 

He broke away too quickly for your liking. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have—“

“Do it again.” 

“What?” John almost thought you were kidding. 

“Kiss me again, Sinjin.” 

And so he did. His lips collided with yours, your mouths moving in sync. 

His weight and force caused you to fall back in your chair, with John straddling your waist. Your hands were tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck, causing him to moan a little against your mouth. His hands were roaming up and down your body. 

You partially ground against his crotch, causing him to break his lips away from yours and curse. 

It didn’t last long, as he went back to kissing your lips like a horny teenager, pulling your shirt up off of you. 

“Wait, wait, stop.” John froze, looking you directly in the eyes, his face barely two inches away from yours. 

“Is everything alright?” 

“Buy me dinner first, before you undress me, okay?” 

You didn’t want to get carried away. You wanted a clear mind before you slept with him again. Kissing and going on a few dates and whatever else you were doing was enough at that moment. 

He nodded, in total awe of you— The small details of your face one could only see if they were this close— “Tomorrow at 7. Does that work for you?” 

“That’s perfect.” 

-

“So I need you— if you can’t that’s fine! You have lives of your own— but I kind of need someone to watch Junior for the night.” 

You really hated asking people to babysit, but it was Kitty and Rogue. They wouldn’t care. 

“Not that we won’t do it,” Kitty said. “But why can’t John watch him?” 

“Well—“

suddenly, Bobby burst through the door, screaming the girls’ names. 

“KATHERINE! ANNA MARIE! I HAVE HUGE NEWS!” 

“What is it?”

“John—“ He looked at you, and then stopped his sentence. 

“Oh… I’m assuming you told them.”

“Told us what?” Rogue asked. 

“John and (Y/N) are going on a date.” 

“Finally,” Kitty let out. 

You were confused, “What do you mean, finally?” 

“Are— are you serious?” Bobby asked in disbelief. 

You nodded. 

“You two are so in love, it’s sickening sometimes!” Rogue scoffed. 

“We are not!” You knew that wasn’t true. You obviously still had feelings and so did he, but love? You weren’t sure if it was that. 

“Please, he never stopped loving you, and you never stopped loving him.”

“Bobby…”

“(Y/N)...” 

You groaned. 

“Look, I’m not gonna push you into saying the L-word anytime soon, but the guy writes romance novels for fuck’s sake! You’re gonna have a great time no matter what.”

Yeah, you thought to yourself as John drove down the crowded New York roads. 

We’re gonna have a great time no matter what. 

You went to some restaurant that just opened. It wasn’t too fancy or too casual, but since it was new, you still needed a reservation. 

After dinner, you walked around the city streets, just catching up, looking at shops and apartment buildings and all the people. 

It almost felt like you were teenagers again. 

Holding hands, watching the sunset…

John pulled out his phone to snap a few pictures. You decided to try and photobomb, making dumb faces and peeking your head into view of the camera. 

John shifted his hands and arms so you were the camera’s main focus. 

The way the sun's rays reflected through the lens behind you making you glow, (John already thought you were most of the time), your goofy smile— he took a picture, but to him, it looked more like a renaissance painting. 

He glanced away from his phone to see you without a lense. 

You still looked like a heavenly being to him. You always did— strong, beautiful, intelligent, witty, and you were an amazing mom.

 He didn’t have anyone to use as a base for “mom skills”, but he didn’t need that to know you were amazing. Not just with Junior, but all the young kids at the mansion. 

Of course, there were times when you faltered or felt like you weren’t good enough, times where you would make the mansion shake on accident, but everyone had weak points. 

John didn’t see you as any lesser for them, he knew your life wasn’t easy. Even if he had never left, it wouldn’t have been perfect. 

But he couldn’t dwell on the past forever, despite how much he wanted to at some of his weaker moments. 

“Whatcha looking at?”

He blinked. “You… The sunset… You look like an angel.” 

You nervously laughed, “Stop it.” 

John put his phone away and got back to your side. 

“I’m serious, you’re beautiful…” 

Your gaze fell down to your feet, not unnoticed by John. 

“Hey,” He cupped your face with his hand, forcing your gaze on him. “It’s okay if you don’t believe me right now, but you will one day… I promise you that.” 

His hand faltered and you hugged him. 

“God, you’re so nice to me.” 

“I don’t deserve you.” He plainly stated. 

You narrowed your eyes at him and pointed a finger. “No self-deprecating talk!”

John laughed at your attitude shift. It was cute. “Alright, but that means nothing from you either.“

“Fine.” 

John kissed the top of your head, causing you to smile like a madman. It made his heart flutter a bit. 

-

Your first date was almost two years ago. It seemed so long ago, yet almost like it was yesterday. 

You woke up to the sound of your alarm. 

You immediately woke up, but John just groaned and stirred in his sleep a little. 

He had an arm wrapped around you, so you had to wiggle your way out of bed. “Come on, sleepyhead…” 

John groaned some more, his grip on you just got tighter. 

“If you don’t let me out, I’ll pee on the bed.” 

John’s eyes shot open, and you smirked to yourself, having been victorious. 

“That would be hot.” 

You gagged as you walked into your bathroom. “Gross!”

John followed you, “You know I’m just joking.” 

You shook your head, a smile evident on your face. “I know, I know.” 

You turned the sink on and began washing your face. John used the empty space in the mirror to brush out his bed head. 

You caught him starring at you a few times as you both went through your morning routines. 

“What are you thinking about?” 

“Nothing.” He kissed the crook of your neck. “Today’s just gonna be a good day. That’s all. I can feel it.” 

You let his words sink in for a moment. 

“Yeah, today’s gonna be a good day.” 

That’s when John knew. His instinct, gut, or whatever you call it, knew this was it. 

He casually walked out of the bathroom and grabbed a small box. You were preoccupied with applying some makeup. 

He came back in, on one knee in the doorway. 

You looked over at him, nearly dropping your brush on to the floor, your jaw slack. 

“(Y/N), I love you. And this isn’t some big romantic gesture, but love isn’t only seen in big romantic gestures. It’s the small things, the intimate moments. I did have something planned, but I really couldn’t wait. I love you… and…” John’s words trailed off. He was starting to cry. Your eyes were watering too. 

“Will you marry me?”

You nodded, “Yes, yes!” 

John got up and kissed you. Then he slipped the ring on your finger. 

You admired it, “Wow… it’s beautiful…”

“So are you.” 

You kissed him without missing a beat.

-

“You may now kiss the bride.” 

John didn’t hesitate with that. 

People cheered and some jokingly wolf-whistled. Junior made a sour face. 

Your wedding was magical, and despite having to say hello to every guest and dance at least twice, you were happy. So happy. 

John was happy too. He had a big smile on his face the whole time, no matter what and he was so excited to call himself your husband. 

Some people teased him and others were very surprised, claiming John was really out of his element. 

You knew better though. You both just loved each other, and after John spilled his guts on how much he loved you in front of everyone at the altar, he couldn’t care less who saw him like this. 

-

You just had a quick breakfast before you had to teach your first-hour class. You didn’t think anything of it as you were running a bit behind. 

You were fine though, and your schedule was going smoothly, your class was taking notes as you talked about the French Revolution. Students were asking questions when needed, and most of them were paying attention. 

Suddenly, you felt a wave of nausea hit you. You tried to keep it down, but you couldn’t, and immediately darted to the trash can near your desk. 

Your students were murmuring among each other, unsure of what to do. 

“Um… Ms. (Y/L/N)? Are you okay?” 

You used a tissue to wipe your mouth and applied some hand sanitizer. 

“Yeah— um—“ 

You couldn’t come up with an excuse though, for one of your students opened a portal and grabbed John and another teacher. 

John rushed to your aid, asking if you were alright. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

“I’m gonna take you to Dr. Grey. Piotr, can you watch her class for a little bit?” 

“Yeah, sure.” He replied, a little unsure and worried about your well being. 

John helped you out of your classroom, despite you insisting you didn’t need help. 

Thankfully Jean was in the lab, so you didn’t have to go looking for her. 

As you explained what happened, John sat at your side like a nervous puppy. 

“Babe, I’m not going to die. I probably just ate something bad and my stomach didn’t agree with it.” 

“Food poisoning is really serious—“

“It’s probably not that.” 

“You rarely get sick aside from the common cold or seasonal allergies.” He reminded you. 

Jean smiled, at how much John was worrying. It showed he cared. 

“Have you had anything else happen to you lately?”

“I’ve been a lot more tired, and more headaches, but that’s just aging, right?” 

“Probably. I’m gonna have you fill this out though, just in case.” Jean handed you a clipboard with a questionnaire attached. 

You read each question, leaving a checkmark or an x, depending on what it was. You handed it back to Jean and she read it over. 

“I’m gonna have you pee in a cup, just so I can test it for a few things.”  Jean opened a plastic wrapping and handed you a small plastic cup. 

“Bathroom’s on the right.” 

You came back quickly, informing Jean you left the cup in the bathroom. 

“I’ll go get that… and I should be back with your results soon.”

She walked out, leaving you and John alone. 

You checked your phone, seeing some missed texts from Kitty. 

 KITTY: Hey

 KITTY: heard you puked in class today :( you alright?

 (Y/N): yeah, I’m in Jean’s lab. She’s testing my urine for something…

 KITTY: oh my god! Are you pregnant?

 (Y/N): What!!?

 KITTY: that’s usually why they test urine. Although, when I’d go to the dr. they’d make me pee to see if there was like protein in my pee or something

 KITTY: idk

 (Y/N): There’s no way!

 (Y/N): Well...

 KITTY: *side eye emoji* didn’t you tell me your period was a little late?

 (Y/N): Yeah, but that’s normal! 

 KITTY: You’re almost 30

 (Y/N): So? Your period isn’t always regular, and we’re the same age

 KITTY: I’m a lesbian. You have a husband. 

 You turned your phone off. What if you were pregnant again?

Obviously, you were in a good place, you would be fine having a kid. (Plus, Junior had been asking for a sibling awhile back.) You just hadn’t really discussed it with John. 

Why mess up a good thing? You, know? You didn’t need another child, but you wouldn’t be disappointed. 

Oh god! You were definitely pregnant and what if John didn’t want more kids? What if your body couldn’t handle carrying another baby? What if—

“Sweetheart, you’re shaking.” John’s hands held yours, trying to keep them from moving. “Are you alright? Do you feel like you’re gonna faint?”

“I might be pregnant…” You whispered. You don’t know why you whispered it. 

“Are you sure?”

“My period is late— but even after five different kinds of birth controls it’s never really been on a regular schedule. Me throwing up could have been morning sickness—“ 

John couldn’t hide the smile on his face. You were rambling about how you were probably pregnant and how worried you were. He just held your hand, and calmly said your name. 

“(Y/N), you’re gonna be okay. You’re an amazing mom, and I’m gonna be with you through all of it this time.” 

You nodded, not trusting your voice. 

Jean came back with your results. 

“So?”

“You must have eaten something bad, or your period is coming up. Some women vomit during PMS.” 

“Am I pregnant?” You asked. 

“No, why? We’re you expecting that?” 

“Oh, no. We’re not— I just thought— cause you made me pee—“

Jean shrugged as she typed on her computer. “I did test for that. But no baby…” 

You nodded, asking what to do next. 

John sat, lost in his thoughts. He was so excited at the thought of you being pregnant. 

Do I want another kid?... 

When Junior had asked for a sibling not too long ago, John said, “No way.” 

Now?

“Just drink plenty of water, and bed rest. I’ll get someone to cover your classes for tomorrow after we disinfect your room. If you don’t puke or have any new symptoms within the next 48 hours, you can go back to teaching.” 

“Make sure she stays in her room, okay?” Jean said to John. 

“Yes, ma’am.” He half-joked. 

John led you up to your shared room, shutting the door behind him. 

“Lay on the bed. I’ll get you some pajamas, and then some water. How do you feel? Do you need more blankets? I’m sure I can get Bobby to cover my next class, I can cuddle with you if you’d like.” 

“No, Sinjin, I’m fine, really… besides, I can make another lesson plan, or finish my book—“

“Oh no, you don’t. Jean said you needed to rest. So, that’s exactly what you’re gonna do. Even if that means I have to sit and watch you.” 

“Creep,” You teased as you changed into your pajamas. 

“Edward did it with Bella,” He argued, while quickly texting Bobby, asking to sub for him. 

“Didn’t you say Stephanie Myer was an ‘embarrassment in the gothic romance community?’” 

“Besides the point…” 

“Okay, Edward Cullen.” 

John removed his shoes and socks and joined you in bed, “Shut up.” 

“Make me,” You teased, eyes bearing into his. John kissed your forehead. 

“I would, but you puked up breakfast not even three hours ago.” 

You frowned, “Then don’t cuddle with me! You’ll get sick.” 

“My body is like a furnace. Most diseases don’t last in me.” 

“I don’t think that’s how it works.” 

John shrugged as he draped an arm over you, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb.

You shifted a little, trying to get comfortable, before settling on a position. 

“Hey, Sinjin…”

“Yeah?” 

“What if I was pregnant?” 

John’s hand stopped. 

“We thought I was for a minute, and you looked excited, despite the fact I was freaking out… Do you want another kid?” 

John flinched a little at your sharp question. “I mean… it’s your body. It’s up to you.” 

“No, no, we’re in this together. Do you want another kid?” 

“Honestly?... Yeah, I do. I know I was on the fence when Junior first asked, but that was months ago… I want to experience everything, and be there for you this time… do you want to have another kid?

“Uh-huh.” 

“Okay… Wait— when can we— Jean said 48 hours without puking—“

You glanced over at the clock, “10:43 AM. This Wednesday.” 

“Right. At exactly 10:43 AM, on Wednesday, we can have sex… Oh my god.” John laughed, somewhat disappointed and embarrassed by his words. 

“What?”

“We’re like an old couple, scheduling when to have sex.” 

You laughed, “Plenty of people schedule sex— remember when we were younger? We’d plan around when Bobby and Kitty wouldn’t be around so one of our rooms were empty—“

“Okay, okay… I’ll go to the store and get some viagra.” 

You snorted, “Don’t think you’ll be needing that big guy.” 

“You’re right. I’ll just get some extra large condoms.” John joked. 

“First off, that defeats the whole point of baby-making, and second, you need small at best.” 

“You wound me, woman!”

You smiled stuck your tongue out like a child.

-

When you were in better health, you and John didn’t waste any time— You went at it like rabbits. 

You thought you’d get pregnant on the first try, seeing as you weren’t even trying for Junior, but that wasn’t the case. You had to try a few more times before getting there.

Test after test, until finally, one said positive. 

You and John were so excited, not a dry eye between the two of you. 

“We’re having a baby!” John held you close, his hands down at your stomach. 

“I’m not showing yet, it’s too early…”

“I know, I know,” He sheepishly admitted.  “I’m just excited.” 

“We can’t tell anyone until the second trimester, or well, we’re not supposed to, because it’s such early development right now that something could go wrong, usually it doesn’t— but that’s what all the doctors and books and mommy blogs online say.”

John nodded, he’d read a few books, and some articles online, but he knew you’d already been to doctors before and just knew more. 

“When do you think we should tell Junior?” 

“How are we gonna tell Junior,” You corrected him. 

“He wanted a sibling. This should be easy.” 

You squinted your eyes at him. “If we start to struggle how to explain this to him, it’s all on you buddy.” 

“Alright.” 

-

John knew what was going to happen. He knew what a cesarean section was. He even watched videos, about it. 

But boy, oh, boy, seeing it in person was so much different. 

Your doctor let him cut the umbilical cord, which he was super nervous about. He was anxious about everything. 

Was your daughter safe? What if you woke up before you got stitched up? What if you had a sudden health complication?

His mind raced as he watched your baby get cleaned off and checked on. 

“Is she okay?” 

“So far. We’re going to take her to the nursery to get her weighed and measured and move her mom out of the delivery room. Stay with her, when the anesthesia wears off she’s gonna be pretty sore.” 

John didn’t want to leave your baby girl, but he wasn’t going to disobey your doctor. 

You made it into your recovery room without any trouble, and after a few minutes, your nurse left you and John alone, saying he could visit your daughter in the nursery soon. 

“I’ll wait until our friends and family get here.” 

Your nurse nodded and reminded you to press the button on the side of your bed if you needed anything, before heading out the door. 

-

You named your daughter after your other two best friends, Katherine Anne Allerdyce. John wanted to name her after you, but you argued what if you had another girl? 

He got all flustered and nervous at the idea, which you found cute. 

“Do you wanna hold her?” He asked Junior. 

He nodded and was told to sit down in one of the chairs. 

“She’s so… tiny…” He emphasized. 

Everyone laughed or chuckled at Junior’s demeanor. 

“She was born a few hours ago,” You reminded him. 

“Oh… Yeah.” 

Everyone else took turns holding her and cooing and doting over Kat. 

“Aww, hello… Hello Kat… Aww, you’re so cute.”

“Bobby she’s asleep.” 

“Hush let me hold my niece.”

John frowned. “She’s my child and I’ve held her less than you have.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Babe, let Bobby dote.” 

“Fine…”

Kitty pulled out her phone, “Let me get a picture of you guys! Bobby, John, and Katherine. I think it’ll be cute!” 

“Fine, fine.” John rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless. 

He scooted closer to Bobby and grinned up at Kitty’s phone as the flash went off. 

“Ow!” Bobby winced. “Did you have to use flash?” 

“Aww… you blinked.” She pouted. 

“I was blinded!”

“Hush it, you big baby. Let me take another one.” Kitty positioned her phone to take another picture again. 

“No flash this time!”

“It’s not on!”

John smiled again and so did Bobby. Kitty took her photo and then admired her work. 

“Aww, you guys look so cute together!” 

She handed her phone to John so he and Bobby could look at the picture. 

John smiled. 

He looked tired, normal with age, raising a kid, and being up for hours while his wife gave birth. 

But he was happy. 

His life wasn’t how he thought it would be, but unplanned plans are usually the best ones. 

He had a family— not just you, Junior, and Kat— but Bobby, Kitty, Alex, Rogue, and everyone else at the mansion. He had people to fall back on and that supported and loved him. 

He looked over at you, talking to Alex while sipping from the straw of your hospital cup/water bottle they gave you. His heart yearned. Despite how tired you were, and how you couldn’t even walk at the moment due to giving birth not even 24 hours ago, John still thought you were the most beautiful and brave person he knew. His writing could never compare or encapture your character, no matter how hard he tried. 

But it didn’t matter. 

You both had what you never knew you wanted. 

And you were happy. 

[mojofun]

How to chat up pretty gals - A manual by Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock Holmes x Reader)

Hello there. This is for @summer-writes​​​; the prompt was “I’m not an assassin, but I want to take you out” “After that, I kinda wish you were”. It’s part of my small celebration for hitting 100 followers, which I’m still thrilled about; I met so many nice people here on Tumblr.

That being said, the request thing is still on if anyone wants to participate.

This story is fluff

(He’s making sure he looks good before his date with Y/N :3)

Enjoy :)

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<<So, what do we have here?>>

<<A man, found dead this morning by->>

<<Yes Anderson, thank you for your valuable contribution. I’ll see for myself now>> Sherlock dismissed the other man, pushing past him and walking toward the body on the bed. John did not even try to apologise for him: both he and Anderson himself knew it would be pointless, a mere pretence.

The detective crushed beside the corpse, pulling out his lens to examine the scene up close. His inseparable companion slowly approached to give the body a once over

<<Livid complexion, yellowish scleras, rigidity in the sims… All telltale signs of->>

<<Poisoning>> A female voice interrupted the army doctor.

Everyone in the room turned to look at the newcomer.

It was a young woman dressed in semi-formal clothes, a Tyvek sterile suit in her hand; she had H/L H/C hair, E/C eyes and S/C skin. The smirk on her lips alone told them she was sure of her deduction.

John agreed immediately

<<Precisely. And you are?>>

<<This is Y/N Y/S>> Lestrade answered for her while she donned the protective covering <<She is the district’s rookie, fresh out of college with a degree in Criminology>>

<<Nice to meet you>> John greeted. She gave a curt wave and immediately got down to business, squatting beside Sherlock to inspect the victim

<<Damn,>> John murmured <<she already behaves like Sherlock>>

It was Sherlock who was not behaving like Sherlock.

Much to the amazement of everybody else, he simply observed Y/N do what she had to, admiring her concentration and her no-nonsense attitude.

When she was done she stood up, dusting off her knees

<<Sherlock?>> Lestrade called <<Don’t you have anything to say?>>

<<Uh? Oh, yes, of course. John, did you notice anything unusual?>>

<<Well, from my first check I can say that the cause of death is snakebi->>

<<It’s not a snakebite>> Y/N interrupted with a monotone voice.

The curly detective glanced at her in a strange mix of amazement and pride: he was expecting her to correct John, but part of him didn’t think she would notice

<<What?>>

<<It is not a snakebite, Dr Watson. Your colleague did not allow you to look very close, but if you did you would have noticed the disposition of the two punctures.

The discolouration around the wounds is not very different, meaning the second one was inflicted almost immediately after the first>> The girl beckoned him closer, pointing at one of the small holes in the victim’s neck <<What do you see?>>

<<The one on the left is deeper, more scraped than the other>>

<<So?>>

<<It was made before>>

<<Precisely. The victim probably put up resistance, hence the greater damage.

I think we have to go through the list of people invited to the party, see if there is anyone whose profession or hobbies entail knowledge of snakes and poison. Speaking of which, where are the animals kept now?>>

<<You mean the victim’s collections of reptiles?>> Anderson asked

<<Obviously>> She huffed

<<They’re at the police station; Sherlock suggested they could be evidence>>

Y/N grinned, looking at the lanky man

<<Excellent. I’m going to pay them a visit now. See you later!>>

<<Wait, Y/N! Aren’t you going to tell us anything?>>

The woman smirked

<<Oh, I think Mr Holmes may have an inkling of what is going on. Bye!>>

That said she ran out of the building, leaving them all in awe.

Lestrade, like everybody else, turned to look at Sherlock, silently begging him for answers

<<The victim likely knew the assassin, or they wouldn’t have ended up in his room.

We have to examine the list of guests and staff from yesterday’s party, see if we find someone experienced with poisonous animals, as Y/N said>>

He had a hard time saying those words; he just couldn’t believe that someone could have reasoned brilliantly and rapidly enough to be at his same level

<<So… She was right?>> John questioned, half smug half incredulous

<<Yes, she was>>

It was the first time something like that happened to Sherlock, and he was incredibly fascinated by the most talented newbie in the Yard.

                                    _________________________________

Months passed.

The case was solved in a couple of days thanks to the combined brains of the Baker Street sleuth and Y/N. Sherlock and John found themselves crossing paths with her more and more often, but they were both far from displeased about it. The doctor was intrigued by her talent, like his roommate, but he also considerably enjoyed seeing her keeping Sherlock on his toes.

Much to the famed detective’s annoyance, he’d grown smitten with the H/C-officer: she had beauty, brains and a tongue sharp enough to cut him. On top of that, she was well-versed in many subjects, and she kept up with him spewing theories with no difficulty.

He was stumped.

He’d tried talking to her, even flirting -just the thought made him cringe- with her, but he had no idea what he was doing.

William Sherlock Scott Holmes, the clever detective in the funny hat, was reduced to a teenage boy with a major crush, and he hated it.

That was how he ended up hiding in the living room at three in the morning, praying that John wouldn’t catch him red-handed while he looked up some tips on how to “chat up pretty gals”, according to the page he was currently scrolling through.

The brunette had winced violently when he first read that title. Nevertheless, that was how he went about things: research. He was treating it like a case, and he wanted to be prepared when he met Y/N again for a new case- which, according to the clock, would be in less than four hours.

He would need coffee. The website said a nice gesture would help his case, so maybe he could get one for her, too.

He already knew how she liked it.

                                    _________________________________

<<It was the babysitter?>>

 <<Yes>>

 <<With a knife>>

<<Obviously>>

<<In the living room>>

<<What, are we playing Cluedo?>> Y/N cried out.

They had solved another case in a matter of hours, and he was now accompanying her to the police station to write the report

<<John never wants to play that game with me>> He mumbled

<<I can see why>> The girl snickered.

He couldn’t help but notice she looked adorable when she smiled.

Suddenly, he stopped walking

<<Sherlock?>>

Yes, they’d somehow gotten to a first-name basis, which was a huge success- as far as he knew

<<Y/N, I have to tell you something>>

<<What’s wrong? You are making me worry>>

<<Nothing is wrong, doll>>

The woman’s eyes widened

<<Doll?>>

<<Do you prefer darling? Honey? Babe?>>

<<B- Ba- Babe?!>> She sputtered.

The detective went on with his tirade

<<I did some research. According to the pages I visited, when you like a woman you need to call her “pet names”>>

<<When you- Like- P- Pet names!?>>

<<And use pickup lines>>

<<Pickup lines? What the->>

<<Yes, so I chose one. Y/N?>>

The poor girl was extremely puzzled, but she went along with it

<<Yes, Sherlock?>>

<<I’m not an assassin, but I want to take you out>>

For a few moments, all was silent.

Sherlock was anxiously awaiting her reaction, even a small sign.

Then, out of the blue, she began giggling; it soon turned into a belly laugh, with tears streaming from her eyes as she held her stomach

<<Oh- Oh my- Oh my gosh!>>

The brown-haired man stood beside her, patiently waiting for her to calm down; it took more than he expected, but he did not complain.

When her laughter finally dwindled and eventually stopped, she wiped her cheeks and looked at him, shaking her head in amusement

<<Oh, Sherlock… After that, I kinda wish you were>>

<<What? It wasn’t good?>>

He frowned. The girl moved closer to him, taking his hands in hers

<<Listen, you brilliant fool… You don’t need all that to impress me>>

<<I don’t?>>

<<Not at all. I’m already impressed by how smart you are, the way you solve cases>>

The man finally smiled, lightly squeezing her hands, but then he furrowed his brow again

<<Y/N?>>

<<Yes?>>

<<If that’s not the right way to “chat up pretty gals”->> They both cringed, and she barely suppressed a snort <<how should I do it?>>

Y/N blushed, but she did not lose her smile

<<Well, Mr Holmes… Bringing me coffee was a good move, and this… This was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me, I have to admit, however cringe-worthy it may have been>>

Sherlock’s grin broadened

<<However, do you know what I would like even more?>>

<<What is it, doll?>>

<<Mh, doll… I could get used to that>>

Without warning, she grabbed the lapels of his inseparable coat and pulled him closer, cementing their lips together; Sherlock’s eyes widened, but he relaxed almost instantly and tightened his arms around her.

He found it surprisingly enjoyable, and she was not complaining so he assumed she did, too.

When they pulled away Y/N bit her lip, her cheeks even redder

<<Mh, doll… I could get used to that>> She giggled

<<I would love it if you did this more often>>

<<Far be it from me to deny a pretty dame her desire>>

<<Sherlock?>>

<<Yes, doll?>>

<<Stop with the dumb nicknames and kiss me again>>

<<Gladly>>

After another kiss, he gave her a wicked grin

<<Mh, it becomes more pleasant the more we do it>>

<<Then I suggest we keep experimenting>>

<<I second the motion>>

Their lips met again, and their arms wrapped around the other in a vice-like grip.

                                    _________________________________

A few feet away, sitting at a table outside a café, Lestrade slid a tenner toward John, who pocketed it smugly

<<It’s a pleasure to do business with you>>

<<Bloody hell, there’s three of them now>>

[pastagolia]

Songs that make me think of my boyfriend and why -

I don’t expect anyone to read this all the way through I just like making lists and wanna share a little bit of my heart

Caught Up In You by 38 Special - it’s one of those songs where the singer never expected to fall in love and then they met someone who changed their life and dragged them into the eternal bliss and obsession of love, and not to get too personal on main (she says at the beginning of a list of songs that remind her of her favourite person) but that is literally what happened with us. Both of us wanted to be single forever, but after meeting each other we changed our minds and immediately started planning for our future together

I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing by Aerosmith - I asked him what song reminded him of me, and he sent me this all casual like “yeah I was lowkey thinking of you while listening to this sooo” and then I listened to it and actively cried

Hey, Leonardo by Blessed Union of Souls - see this one is just an amazing song because it’s all about how, as the chorus says, “she likes me for me" - not because of anything like looks or money or anything, but because of personality and the love in the soul, which as an asexual person I relate to real hard

The Boys of Summer by Don Henley - this is technically one of those break up songs that sing about a summer fling and how he thinks about her all those years later, but I love it because 1. it’s a beautiful song and 2. the first time I heard it was in the car with him on the way back from the first thing we went to as a couple. I sat next to him in his car holding his hand shielding my eyes from the setting sun, heading back to his house to eat dinner and play Minecraft, and it was just so amazing

Summer of ‘69 by Bryan Adams - one time we were sitting in the car and he said “bruh this is my favourite song because he says 69 lol” and now I laugh every time I listen to it (I laughed beforehand too but now the humour has a bit of love in it)

Photograph by Def Leppard - he made me listen to it because he liked the guitar solo and it is already a banger, plus it’s kind of  a love song (more like a lust song, but the lust is so easily disguised that I can sing it and still be all lovey without thinking about how this guy is basically wanking to a picture of a girl he likes)

Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen - I showed it to him because I thought he’d like it and apparently it’s one of his favourite songs so we sat in the car together scream singing about fat bottomed girls (and it’s kind of funny because he really did pick himself a fat bottomed girl so it’s funny to hear him singing about it lol)

Mr. Rainmaker by Warrant - this is just the sweetest song, here is the sweetest bit - “Mr. Rainmaker, don’t waste your time, cause I’ve found a girl who is permanent sunshine” - and that makes me smile so bad because he is my permanent sunshine

Share Your Address by Ben Platt - see this song is just a beautiful proclamation of love and the intention of spending the rest of your life with another person, which obviously has me thinking about the loml

Temporary Love by Ben Platt - while we’re on this Ben Platt album, temporary love is what I listen to whenever things get hard because it is about a couple pushing through the struggles of being intimate with each other and sharing their souls - “leaning on somebody’s never easy” - and that is so true, and a reminder that he loves me even when I feel scared to let him

I’m a Believer by Smash Mouth - this is good for a couple reasons 1. Shrek is a meme and half of our relationship is memes and humour 2. it’s another one where OP never thought he’d fall in love

Smooth (ft. Rob Thomas) by Santana - one of the songs that he recommended to me, so I think about him every time I listen

Hooked On a Feeling by Blue Swede - I am in fact hooked on the feeling that he’s in love with me. I was never appreciated by people I wasn’t related to whilst growing up, and the best friend I made in high school ended up just using me, so the idea that someone is actually in love with me and not pretending or using me is so beautiful

Walk This Way by Aerosmith - again, not a love song, but it’s a song that we both love and is a whole ass bop. Plus, when we were in high school, whenever we were trying to motivate our group to stop standing around and start walking we would start singing this, so not only is it a connection between us but it’s also a memory of a time when we were just friends and both secretly crushing on each other

Jack & Diane by John Mellencamp - a song that I got from his playlist that slapssss, and that kind of has some stuff that makes me think about him and about us

Hotel California by Eagles - this is a rock ballad. I am NOT a fan of rock ballads. But this is one of his favourite songs that he sings all the time, so back when I had a crush on him, I sat down and listened to it a billion times until it was stuck in my head and I was forced to like it so that we would have something in common, and now whenever I listen to it I think about him and what I would do for him

Mama I’m Coming Home by Ozzy Osbourne - this is another rock ballad but it’s one of his favourite songs so I conditioned myself to like it and now I love it and it makes me really happy, so particularly when the syncopated guitar comes in I think about him (no reason for the placement, I guess that’s just when I realised the song kind of went hard)

Dr. Feelgood by Motley Crue - my music taste is heavier metal and more exciting music (Black Veil Brides, Motley Crue, Metallica, Warrant, ACDC, etc) and his music taste is more chill classic rock (Queen, John Mellencamp, Aerosmith, Def Leppard, etc). I like a lot of his music - I’ll listen to pretty much anything as long as I can bop to it (that’s why I don’t like ballads) - but he doesn’t really like my harder stuff. This is one of the songs he recently admitted to liking, along with Enter Sandman by Metallica, so now I think about him when I hear them

then there’s a whole list of songs that I got from his playlist that are actual bops and I listen to mostly because I like them (but like a little bit of him still pops up when I listen), and LOTS of songs that I can picture us dancing to together in the car, screaming the lyrics and dancing and laughing together.

honestly I think what we’ve learned from this post is that I am in love with him and everything makes me think about him.

anywho, if you actually read all the way through this, hi I love you and I hope you will have/are having an amazing day. thanks for humouring me and letting me geek out about the one person in this world who chose to love me and has continued to choose to love me every single day

I literally cannot stop talking posting typing thinking about it and about him, I know it’s unhealthy to be obsessed, and honestly I don’t think I am obsessed, but you have no idea how crazy it is to me that there is someone in this world who picked me. out of everyone else in the world. he had a crush on the prettiest most talented girl in the whole school, and she liked him back, but he chose me. and he keeps picking me. every day he wakes up and sends me memes and tells me he loves me and takes as much time as possible out of his week to call me and thinks about me all day and tries his best for me. and that is crazy. I spent most of my life being told that the only reason I existed was to make other people happy and my worth was determined by how I let people use me and that people loved me not because of who I am but because of what I can do for them. so the fact that there is someone in this world who lets me be me in all my needy attention-whoring glory and loves me because of it shakes me to the core every single time I think about it. 

and I can’t stop talking about it, I wanna tell everyone that stands still that someone is in love with me and chose me and doesn’t think that I’m annoying and thinks that I’m worth it just because I exist and not because of what I can do for him and I just wanna tell everyone everywhere that HE LOVES ME

okay that’s it, ya girl is gonna go to bed - if you couldn’t tell I sorely need it. sleep well, dear friends, and remember that life is beautiful, you are beautiful and worth it, and that no matter what kind of love you want - platonic, romantic, sexual - it is there for you and it will be more amazing than anything you can dream of

[navalcriminalimagines]

What are we? - 2

I’m sorry it took me much time to post the second part, but with work and school, I had hard time to get free time to write! I really hope you’re going to enjoy!! Let me know!! and I’m so happy the first part was all received, I truly appreciate <3 

Warning : a bit of sex

Tag : @sammysgirl1997

(From Tim) : You’ve been gone for almost three weeks. Planning on coming back? We miss you.

Right after Gibbs told you to clear your desk, you drove like a mad woman to the building to do what you were told. Thankfully, no matter how drunk you were, you drove safely and weren’t arrested. The thing you hadn’t plan was director Vance still being here. “Agent Y/L/N, what are you doing?” he asked while you were under the desk, getting together the papers you just dropped on the floor. His voice surprised you and you literally knocked yourself on the wood desk and fell on your butt, holding your head. “Night, director,” you simply answered. Vance never saw you drunk but he could tell you were at this very moment. “Y/N, what are you doing?” he repeated. “Just—cleaning my stuff,” you paused. “Gibbs fired me,” the only thing you heard was a small chuckle coming from your director. “Tell me about that,” he sat at the edge of your desk with his arms crossed and you were still sitting on the floor. “I guess it’s just not working anymore,” you sighed, “that’s better this way,” you continued to get the papers, avoiding his gaze. “This kind of decision has to go through me, Y/N. And I say you’re not fired,” “Director, with all due respect—you don’t know everything going on,”

Before saying anything more, Vance bend over to help you and offered his hand to help you get up. “You think I don’t know what you feel for Gibbs? And what he feels for you? You’re underestimating me, Agent Y/L/N. But I really don’t think you leaving NCIS is the solution,” “I don’t want to spend the next ten years like the last. I’m tired of waiting for him,” you started to cry. Vance felt really bad for you. He’s been the director for 7 years, and he saw how much you love Gibbs and everything you’ve done for him. You put your own life away for him. “How about you take some time off first? Give you—and him, some time to think,” he offered, “what do you think?” You nodded.

Almost three weeks later, you were in New Orleans, staying at Dwayne’s apartment. The day after your conversation with Vance, you told Dwayne all of it and he offered you to come to Louisiana with him. “Distance may help,” he said. When he offered it, he wasn’t thinking of what could happened between the two of you but obviously, living with him made you closer. This time you were not drunk and you had sex. It became regular, and yet nothing serious, something casual. It just feels really good to be with someone you really appreciated, to feel appreciated too and wanted. You have to admit, sex with Dwayne is amazing, better than anything you’ve witnessed before even though you didn’t have a big experience.

However, days were very long. Dwayne and his team had a lot of work to do, you would help them some times but mainly, you’re bored in his apartment. And you can’t stop thinking about Jethro. You miss him, a lot. You haven’t heard about him since he “fired” you. A part of you would love to talk with him but the other is just so mad at him for being this stubborn.

One of the hardest part of being in New Orleans was being that far away for Morgane and John. Babies change too fast and even though you facetime Delilah almost every day, you can tell they have changed a lot in three weeks. Usually, you’re the one to call her but today, your phone rang and her name popped up. You almost hang up when you saw Tim’s face on the screen. “Finally!” he simply exclaimed, “You are definitely avoiding my calls and texts,” “Hello Timmy, I’m okay, what about you?” you avoided what he just said. “Y/N, can you have a serious conversation, please?” he pleaded and you sighed. “What’s up?” “Why did you leave like this? When are you coming back? Are you actually coming back? Are you dating Pride?” he spoke too fast. “A question at the time, please.” You paused, “I needed time off, I don’t know when I’m coming back and I’m not dating Dwayne,” “Thanks for the last answer, I can make everyone shut up. But seriously, I’m going crazy without you—Well, we all are cause Gibbs is driving us nuts!” “There’s nothing I can do about that,” you simply said. “Yes, there is! Come back! He is like this because you left,” “He fired my ass, Tim. What else was I supposed to do?” “He—what? No way,” he paused, “Wait, was it because you flirted with Pride?” “Whatever it was, he just did. You guys are lucky enough Vance saw me cleaning my desk, I’m just on time off for now,” “Ok, I think there’s something that may convinced you—Gibbs and Ducky had a fight a few days ago. They are barely talking to each other since then, and no one knows what it was about,”

You stayed silent. How was it possible? Why the hell did they have a fight? Them? That’s not something you thought could happened. What could you do about it? They are adults, they can make up things all by themselves… actually, you can’t help but to feel concerned about this fight and you hate it. You can’t leave DC for a few weeks without the team falling a part? “I’ll see what I can do,” you spoke up, “Can I see my godchildren now?”

**

In DC, Dr Donald Mallard was working on a profile. It was late and everyone had left already. But no one is waiting for him at home, so he doesn’t mind staying late at work. His phone rang, taking him away from his own thoughts. Your name appeared and he smiled to himself before answering. “Hello milady,” he greeted you. “Hi my Ducky Duck. How are you?” you casually asked. “I’m fine, what about you? How’s New Orleans?” “Life here is so different from DC, I’m having a lot of fun actually,” it wasn’t totally true but not a lie either. “How’s the team?” “I have to admit—we miss you here,” he confessed. “I miss you too, all of you. Even Gibbs,” you said on purpose, hoping it would bring up the fight they had. “Mainly him, am I right?” he softly said. “Ducky, listen. I heard you two had a fight—can you talk to me about it, please?”

It took you a few arguments to convince Ducky to talk about the fight but he finally did. And like you were afraid of, it was about you.

“Talk to me, Duck,” Gibbs said like always as he entered the autopsy. The doctor told him everything he found during the autopsy of the corpse they got the day before. Jimmy quickly left to bring something to Abby, leaving the two men alone. Gibbs was about to leave but Ducky called him before he reached the door. “Obviously, something happened with Y/N—but is she coming back? I tried to call her but she’s not answering. To anyone actually, what about you?” “Haven’t heard of her either. I don’t know if she’s coming back,” “Jethro, what happened exactly between you two?” “Nothin’. Can I go now?” “I guess you avoided the conversation with her, just like you’re doing now,” “Excuse me?” “I’m just sayin’—it’s been ten years, don’t you think it’s time for you to accept the feelings you have for her?” “Are you seriously giving me advices about love, Ducky? You? The man that never got married?” Gibbs answered with a bitter ton and Donald frowned, he was just trying to help two people he really care about. “Nevermind, Jethro. Keep ruining her life, you’re doing a great job,” If it wasn’t Ducky saying this, in front of him, Jethro would have exploded. But he stayed silent and left.

**

After hanging up with Ducky, you couldn’t hold back your tears. You cried like a baby for several minutes, it was all the tears you haven’t let out for years now. You were giving up everything you kept inside all this time. Not only your feelings for Gibbs and how miserable they make you but also how hard this job can be. Losing all of those people you loved, those missions in Middle East, the cases, the destroyed families, the time you were hostage in Paraguay with Gibbs for two months… How did you manage to still be standing after all of this? You’re seriously wondering. But one thing is sure, you can’t take anything more right now.

You didn’t hear Dwayne getting in the apartment. Before he could say anything, he heard you sobbing on the couch so he directly walked to you, sat and held you without saying anything. He just held you close to him while you calmed down a little. He stroked your hair and kissed it gently. “Wanna talk?” he finally asked when you weren’t crying anymore but you shook your head. “Just stay here,” you said.

After a few minutes, you raised your head from his chest to kiss him. You were craving for his kisses, his touch, his comfort, his tenderness. You wanted to feel secure and loved. Dwayne can give you that. He lost himself in your kisses for a moment but he knew he had to stop it. “Y/N…” he whispered, slowly breaking the kiss. You ignored him and tried to kiss him again but he turned his face. You gave him a questioning look. “Whatever’s going on, you have to fix it. You have to fix yourself, to get your life together instead of throwing yourself in my arms. I mean—I love being with you and maybe I have feelings for you but I know how you feel for Gibbs and whether it’s with me or someone else, you can’t get in a relationship without making things clear with him,” “It’s never going to work,” “Maybe not but you can’t live with a doubt, right?”

You hated to admit it but Dwayne was right. Things need to be clear, once and for all. Even if it can hurt really bad, that’s the only way you can move on. Whether it’s with or without Gibbs. The next morning, you were on a plane back to DC. When you arrived, you took a cab and gave Jethro’s address. He’s already at work, but you stayed there, on his couch the entire day. You were determined to get answers, and you won’t live his house without them. When the sun went down, you moved in the basement. Gibbs was working on a new boat, you walked around it and noticed how he named it. Your nickname. The nickname only him calls you by. A few tears got away from your eyes. You sat on his small bench and pressed play on his old floppy disk drive. It was Kelly’s playing the piano and talking to her father. Listening to this made you sadder. A part of you understands how broken and scared the man is. But you just want to make him happy. You turned on your own music, a song you’ve been listening for days cause it perfectly reflects how you feel.

See the stone set in your eyes See the thorn twist in your side I'll wait for you Sleight of hand and twist of fate On a bed of nails she makes me wait And I wait, without you With or without you With or without you

Through the storm we reach the shore You give it all but I want more And I'm waiting for you

With or without you With or without you I can't live With or without you

Softly singing over Bono’s voice, you didn’t hear Gibbs walking downstairs. Seeing and hearing you, he stopped himself in the middle of the stairs and sat there until the song was over. He heard you sobbing and his heart broke a little more. You considered listening to it again, but his voice got your attention. “That’s exactly how it is. With or without you, I can’t live,” he simply said. You walked where he was and sat on the stair, next to his feet. “Then--what should we do?”

You waited for his answer but he stayed silent. For a very long moment. But you waited, and waited, once again. A few times, he opened his mouth to talk but he stopped himself and didn’t speak. “Y/N/N,” he finally whispered. You looked at him, hopefully. His iced blue eyes were watered. He stared deep in your eyes for another moment and he finally moved. His face got closer to yours, determined but slow enough to give you the opportunity to object. But you didn’t and his lips reached yours. His kiss was soft but firm, shy and intense at the same time. His tongue searched from permission to get inside your mouth and you happily opened it. He picked you up easily to make you sit on his lap, his all over your body and yours in his hair and neck while you never stopped kissing. Shortly after, clothes began to fly in the basement. Feeling your bare skin against his, drove Gibbs crazy. He stood up with you in his arms and pinned you against the wall. The cold made you whined between moaning. You were so small in his arms, you both were loving it, your long hair sometimes got in the way of your mouths but Gibbs didn’t mind, he loved every part of you, from head to toes. He carried you to the living room and laid you on the couch. You whined again when he stopped kissing and touching you. You felt cold and empty, “J?” you asked. He quickly kissed your hair, “Just starting a fire,” You watched him setting the fire in his fireplace. This was better then you imagine. His body was amazing, his kisses were mind-blowing, just like his touch. Once he was done, he covered your body with his and kissed you again.

That night, you and Gibbs made love twice. It was slow, passionate and intense. You could easily described that night as the best of your life. The two of you fell asleep on the couch, naked bodies pressed to each other, with the fire next to you. You slept before him and you didn’t hear him saying how much he loves you.

It was the first time in some many years that Gibbs could have sleep in. But unfortunately, it was Thursday, the team was working on a case and Ellie Bishop showed up very early. To her defense, her boss is already awake or at work at 7. When she walked in his home, she didn’t expect to find the two of you sleeping, naked. The blanket has been kicked away in the middle of the night and the first thing Ellie saw was Gibbs’ naked ass. Then your breasts. She uncontrollably screamed, covered her eyes and turned around. “Bishop? What the—” Gibbs said, before realizing what she must have seen. “Boss, I-I’m sorry, I—” she paused, “I’m just going to leave,” and she did. “What do you think traumatized her? My breasts or your ass?” you joked. “My ass is perfect, she’ll never forget what she saw,” he smiled.

Jethro softly kissed you, “Morning,” he said in your mouth. “Good morning, handsome,” you smiled. “Screw rule 6—I’m sorry, Y/N. For being a fucking idiot. I’m sorry it took me ten years, I’m sorry I—” you kissed him to make him stop. “Just tell me “Screw rule 12” and that’s enough. And promise me we’ll wake up like this, every single day,”

He nodded, “I love you, Y/N. More than you can imagine,”

[darnloveablecharacters]

Universal, Part Two: Battle in the Skies

Series Summary: Simply a multi-part, self indulgent reader insert with John Wick universe kinda plumbed in. Fair warning…. SLOWWW BURN. Ignore canon and timing and crap, that’s not important….  Gifs and recognizable characters are not mine, but the story and all of the mistakes are!

The Universal - Masterlist

Chapter Notes: Good news, I actually have the story written out and it’s only a few more kinda long chapters. I thought about breaking them up more but.... flow and such. I also have an epilogue in mind but, I’m debating. We’ll see how this goes :) As always, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed dumping this all out of my brain!

Warnings for this chapter: Terrible descriptions sky battles, kind-of adulty content? <-- you have to squint a bit for that one

It had been too long. Their search for the Sith had proven completely fruitless as they could find no trace of her. If anyone knew who she was, they didn’t share the information. Even Jocasta Nu came up empty in her search of the records. The council was forced to call them back and send them on a new assignment.

They had received an anonymous tip that a transport of goods would be attacked. The Jedi were to join a group of local fighters to ensure the transport arrived safely to its destination.

Anakin let out an exasperated sigh causing Obi Wan to smile. “Patience Anakin,” He said, glancing through the window toward Anakin’s fighter. “I know we have not had much success, but I also know that we will meet her again.”

He couldn’t see it, but he knew Anakin rolled his eyes. “No offense Master, but I can tell you’re frustrated as well.” Anakin said knowingly.

“I am, but we can not allow it to distract us from our current mission.” He simply replied. Ironically, he couldn’t stop himself from reflecting on the encounter again.

Y/N had continued attacking in the same way. One minute there was a voice, then a flurry of red light, and the next complete darkness. Obi Wan was growing tired, he had never faced an adversary such as this. He switched off his lightsaber and closed his eyes taking a deep breath, trying to regain his focus. He would have to try something different.

“Are you trying to strategize now?” She laughed.

Her voice seemed to be coming from his left. That’s it! Obi Wan suddenly thought. She was somehow able to change where her voice was coming from to throw off his balance. “Just biding my time really, wondering if you were planning to actually duel me or if you planned to continue playing games.”

The attack came from his right, and he was ready. He switched on his lightsaber and caught hers in the high guard and was finally able to push forward with his own attack. This time, she was forced to defend but he knew it was only a matter of time before the red saber would be extinguished and she would be gone. He needed to act quickly. Knowing it was a highly risky move, he grabbed her wrist that was holding onto the saber and rolled hoping that she would be caught off guard and he would be able to end the fight.

He was wrong again.

Both lightsabers clattered out of reach as they tumbled to the ground. Just as Obi Wan scrambled to pin her, she rolled them again and used the Force to hold him down while straddling him. Obi Wan strained against it but her hold was too strong. He couldn’t stop the groan of frustration from escaping him as they both lay there catching their breath. Where are you Anakin?”

He was jerked back out of the memory when he felt a dark surge rippling through the Force.

“Master…” Anakin’s voice said with a mixture of trepidation and excitement.

“I feel it also, she is here.” He said, scanning the skies.

“This time, we have the advantage. We’re together and she’ll be no match for me as a pilot!”

“Concentrate Padawan, do not allow your overconfidence to blind you.” Obi Wan warned.

“Gunships, coming in!” The pilot of the transport exclaimed.

“Blue squadron, take defensive positions around the transport. Red squadron, on me. We’re going to beat them back!” Anakin called out to the other fighters as the gunships screamed toward them from the front in tight formation.

They came in three waves. The local fighters that were with them did well under Anakin’s command, they had been able to take out the gunships easily. Each wave took them farther away from the transport which was what Anakin had hoped for. Better to keep the battle away from what they were protecting.

A victorious cheer went up from the pilots as the last gunship was destroyed, but Obi Wan felt uneasy. They had lost sight of the transport and he could feel that the Sith had not been in any of the attacking ships. “Anakin, we have to get back to the transport quickly. Something is wrong.”

They turned the fighters around and sped back to where the transport had been. They arrived just in time to see two more squadrons of gunships catching the defensive team in a pincer movement, one of the squadrons was led by a sleek black fighter. Obi Wan knew it was her, but the knowledge didn’t comfort him as they were too late. The Jedi watched helplessly as they opened fire on the flanking defenders and one-by-one, they were forced out of the air. The shields to the transport appeared to hold up, but just barely.

The squadrons passed over the transport, but instead of turning in for a second pass the formations broke into a combat spread. They headed directly for the Jedi and their small attack fleet.

“Evasive maneuvers!” Anakin cried as the enemy ships opened fire. The fleet scattered and soon the skies were littered with explosions.

This battle was tougher, they simply didn’t have the numbers and even for every few gunships they took down they lost a fighter. The Sith’s ship weaved in and out of firing range gracefully, and Obi Wan was certain that every ship they lost had been taken down with her attacks. Of course she’s an accomplished pilot too. Obi Wan thought bitterly.

Finally, the only fighters left in the air were the two Jedi and the Sith. She was following Anakin and closing in, and Obi Wan was even further behind them.

“Did you miss me, Master Kenobi?” The sickly sweet voice said over his comms.

“I have not had time to think about you, Lady Y/L/N.” Obi Wan lied as he saw Anakin’s ship suddenly flip and race toward her, head-on. What in the name of the Maker are you doing Anakin?

She laughed musically. “Come now Jedi, you can lie to your padawan but please don’t lie to me.”

Obi Wan tensed as he saw the ships were about to collide, but at the last moment they both turned right narrowly missing complete destruction. It wasn’t quite enough to avoid damage though as Anakin’s wing clipped hers and sent them both into a spiral.

“Anakin!” Obi Wan cried as he watched him fall dangerously close to the surface of the planet.

“I’m okay, Master.” Anakin finally responded as he regained control of his ship.

Obi Wan took a deep breath of relief as he searched again for the Sith’s ship. She had managed to regain control as well and was retreating. She was nearly out of the atmosphere when her voice came through again. “Your Padawan is insane, I like him.” She said cheerfully. “However, I’m more attached to my ship than him so I’m afraid this is farewell for now.”

“Leaving so soon? We have only just begun.” Obi Wan quipped.

He could almost feel her smile as she replied. “Don’t worry Master Jedi, we shall see each other again.”

He felt the exact moment when she left and he felt slightly dazed. He shook the feeling off and followed Anakin back to the transport that had somehow managed to survive the attack.

After landing, they ensured the transport was secure and listened as plans were made to search for surviving pilots. The Jedi would stay to help, but before they took off Obi Wan pulled Anakin to the side. “What were you thinking?” he demanded. “You could have gotten yourself killed!” Where he had expected Anakin to be upset at the outcome, he only found a wide smile on the young man’s face. Obi Wan narrowed his eyes at him and asked. “Why are you smiling?”

“When our ships connected, it was just enough time for R2 to plant a homing device on hers.” Anakin said, patting the droid affectionately.

Obi Wans eyes widened in surprise as he looked between the droid and a smug Anakin. “Oh, well that was actually a good idea.” He said rubbing his beard thoughtfully. “It was still reckless, do not do it again.”

Anakin nodded, still smirking, and waited for his Master to gather himself.

“Right, where are we headed?” Obi Wan finally said with an amused expression, addressing R2 who trilled happily.

Author’s Note: I’m actually deep in Obi Wan hell right now. Freaking Ewan McGregor with his freaking hotness. I blame Dr. Sleep.... I was fine but then I watched that movie about a month ago and remembered. *sigh* On a side note, I have another angsty Obi Wan fic in mind but I’ll finish this one before really working on that one. (Okay so it’s also mostly written but has A LOT of fine tuning to be done... not that my editing is superb but I do have SOME standards...) Love y’all, stay thirsty my friends!

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Soft in Love Part 7

A Gwilym Lee x Student!Reader Fic

Summary: Y/N is an acting student in her last semester of college. When a professor unexpectedly can’t make it for the senior capstone class, a very famous (and handsome) substitute is called in. When they connect, they face a few challenges.

Word Count: 3.5k

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Warning(s): Smut in this chapter! Oral sex (M and F receiving) and unprotected sex!

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6

Part 7 here we go!!!

On Thursday, Gwilym didn’t come to class. He had Dr. Curtis direct in his absence.

You had been reeling since your almost kiss. What was Gwilym talking about when he said he “couldn’t do this to you”? Do what, exactly? Did that mean his feelings weren’t there and he was only attracted to you? That was disappointing to think about. Or was he talking about the risks of such a relationship? Obviously, he wouldn’t want to get you into trouble, and you didn’t want that for him, either. But why couldn’t he just say so?

The most frustrating part of your hurt feelings was that you could express them to no one. You didn’t want to tell Sloan because you thought she might judge you a bit. And you sure as shit couldn’t talk to Andrew. He was barely talking to you at all, except for in class when he had to. You considered calling your mother, but you knew she would probably faint at hearing your interest in a man in his thirties. So there you were, heartbroken and isolated.

It was difficult to go through each day like it was normal. You smiled when Sloan told stories and forced laughter here and there. But your heart wasn’t in it. You needed to understand why Gwilym had done what he did. Only, you were sure he wouldn’t come early to class any more to give you an opportunity to ask.

On Friday, you sat in the library, pondering when you could confront him. The idea of it made you queasy with nerves, but it had to be done. That way, you could move on. If moving on was what you both wanted to do.

You opened your notebook and double checked the syllabus. Gwilym said when he first arrived that he would be maintaining Dr. Bennett’s office hours. Those were on Mondays and Fridays between two and four in the afternoon. You checked your watch. It was one-thirty. Stuffing your notebook back in your bag, you left, heading across campus to get your closure.

Gwilym sat at his desk, staring at the email from his agent, heart completely torn. There was a part he was up for, only filming would begin before the semester was over, and they were shooting in London. While that once would have thrilled him, things were different. He had made a commitment to this, and he would feel terrible if he left the class. On the other hand, it was the perfect excuse to get away from you. Not that getting away from you was what he wanted. He just thought it would be easier to deal with his feelings if he wasn’t seeing you so often.

He checked the clock. He had about half an hour before office hours started, so he picked up his phone and called the one person he had talked to about this. Joe.

“Hello?” Joe said when he picked up.

“Joe, I need some advice,” Gwilym said. 

He explained the whole scenario. And what he considered were the pros and cons of each. Joe listened carefully and took a few moments to answer.

“Well, I don’t think you should bail on the class,” Joe said. “As convenient a solution to the whole Y/N problem as that would be, it’s not fair to the rest of them. They already lost one teacher, it’ll suck if you backed out too.”

“I know,” Gwilym replied. “I shouldn’t even consider it, I just…”

“You want what’s best for her, I get it,” he said. “But it’s not like anything has happened. Why the sudden urge to run away?”

Gwilym told him what took place in the auditorium.

“Damn, Gwil!” Joe laughed. “That’s the opposite of what we talked about!”

“I know!” Gwilym cried. “I just - fuck - she’s irresistable. Every time I try to close myself off she looks at me and I just melt. I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, taking the part isn’t the solution,” Joe said. “And she’s probably really confused right now. My advice at this point is to get everything out in the open and clear the air.”

“You’re right,” Gwilym agreed. “It’s not going to be an easy conversation.”

“No, it isn’t, but you can do it,” Joe said. “I believe in you.”

“Your faith is inspiring,” Gwilym teased. “But I’ve gotta go, office hours are about to start.”

“Good luck, Gwil,” Joe said before hanging up.

Gwilym set his phone down, looked at the email again and sighed.

You walked to Gwilym’s office slowly, your heart racing. It was terrifying to think he might reject you, but you needed answers. You had  to get this sorted out or you’d go crazy. You took a deep breath and then knocked on the door.

“Come in!” Gwilym called from the other side.

With a shaking hand, you turned the knob and opened the door. He was staring hard at his computer screen and had not seen you yet.

“Gosh, Gwilym, don’t think so hard,” you joked. “I think I can smell your hair burning.”

You forced an awkward laugh as he turned eyes on you and stiffened.

“Hi,” you said.

“Hey,” he returned. “Um, close the door.”

You did. It clicked softly shut and you took a seat on the other side of the desk.

“So, what are you thinking so hard about?” you asked.

“I’ve got an offer for a part,” he said. 

“That’s great!” you said excitedly.

He shook his head. “Not really. It’s sort of last minute and the schedule interferes with the semester.”

“Oh,” you said. “Well, are you going to take it?”

“I was considering it,” he said.

Silence hung between you for a moment. It had never been so awkward, and you hated this feeling.

“I’m turning it down,” he finally said, breaking some of the tension.

You looked at him and held his gaze.

“There are things…” he began. “People….that compel me to stay where I am.”

Your breath seemed to leave you in that moment.

“I’m glad to hear it,” you said quietly.

He heaved a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Look, Y/N, I know you’re to talk about what happened, and I should start by saying I’m sorry if you’ve been hurt by my actions,” he said, looking at you again. “I only ever want what’s best for you.”

“I understand,” you said. “But I like you, Gwilym. I really like you and I can’t pretend that I don’t anymore.”

Gwilym’s heart was being stretched so far in two directions he was surprised it hadn’t split. One side was urging him to kiss you now and the other was telling him to keep his distance. Both parts were due to how much he liked you.

“My feelings are the same,” he said. “But we must go on pretending. It’s too big a risk.”

You stood up. You felt unusually bold now that you knew your feelings were reciprocated. You walked around the desk and took his hand.

“I’m not scared,” you said. “I just want you.”

Gwilym also got to his feet. He looked down at you as you stepped closer. You looked so beautiful in that dress and cardigan. He swallowed. He was quickly losing his resolve.

“Y/N,” he said. “This is already difficult. Please…”

He stopped when you closed the distance between you, pressing your body into his. He nearly winced as he felt your breasts against his chest.

“Gwilym,” you said, looking up at him with desperate eyes. “Kiss me. Please. Just once.”

Any walls he had put up between you were blasted away. His hands came up to cradle your face and he lowered his lips to yours. Softly, tenderly, they moved together. You deepened  the kiss when you stood on your toes to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. You let out a soft whine into his mouth and he stepped back.

You stood before him, chest heaving and cheeks flushed, waiting for him to say something. Anything.

“We shouldn’t,” he said. “We can’t, it’s not allowed.”

“I already told you, I’m not afraid!” you said.

“Well, you should be!” he returned. “Think of what could happen. You’ve worked so hard for your scholarship. For everything. You can’t waste it on me!”

“It’s not wasting it!” you shot back. “I’m not afraid of losing any of that. The only thing I am afraid of is leaving here and never again feeling this! What I feel for you!”

“Y/N, please, you deserve -”

“Don’t presume to tell me what do or don’t deserve, Gwilym!” you cut across him. “It’s not about deserving. I want what I want, and that’s you.”

He sighed, looking at your determined face. 

“No one can know,” he said.

You beamed as you nodded. He stepped toward you again, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I mean it, Y/N,” he said, trying not to smile back. “Not Sloan, not Andrew, no one.”

You nodded again, smile widening. “Yes, yes, I understand.”

He got stern, grabbing your chin in his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to focus.

“If you lose all that this close to graduating, I’ll never forgive myself,” he said. “We must be absolutely discreet if we’re going to do this.”

You placed a hand on his chest.

“I know,” you said. “I understand, I really do, but aren’t you a little bit happy?”

He smiled at last.

“Oh, darling,” he said. “I’m thrilled.”

He leaned in and kissed you again. You smiled into this kiss before it quickly became more heated. He lifted you onto his desk and stood between your legs as his mouth devoured yours. His lips trailed across your jaw and then down your neck and you moaned.

You took his hand and placed it on your breast. He squeezed it and you sighed with some relief. The pressure was building between your legs, where you could feel him getting hard against you.

“Fuck,” you sighed, pushing your cardigan off and throwing it into the chair you had occupied just minutes before.

His hands roamed your body, from your breasts, down your sides, to your thighs. You spread them a little wider for him, but he either didn’t get the hint or he wanted to tease you. He just ran his hands up and down, pushing the skirt of your dress up a little more each time. His lips remained on yours. You reached out and started on the buttons of his shirt. He shivered when you pushed it off his shoulders.

“Nice,” you teased as you ran a hand over his body.

He chuckled and kissed you lightly. 

“How do I -” he began.

“Zipper’s at the back,” you cut him off. 

He smiled and wrapped his arms around you once more and found the zipper of your dress. He slowly pushed it down and you let the sleeves fall from your shoulders. You were so happy you’d chosen not to wear a bra, especially when Gwilym gasped at your appearance. 

He wasted no time in bending down and taking a nipple into his mouth. You moaned and arched into him, the sensation driving you crazy. With his hand, he toyed with the other one, and your head fell back as you groaned.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

The low tone of his voice sent a shiver up your spine and heat to your core. You pushed your hips towards him some more while he continued on your tits. You felt him smirk. So, he was teasing you.

“Gwilym,” you whined. “Please.”

“Lie back for me,” he instructed with that stunning smirk still on his lips.

The desk was large enough for you to recline as he said, especially once he pulled your bum right to the edge. You spread your legs wide for him and he pushed your skirt up to your waist. You were wearing plain pink underwear, and on it he saw how wet you were already. He choked back a groan.

He hooked a finger into the waistband of your panties and dragged them down your legs. Then he stuffed them in his pocket. His kissed you all the way up your thighs until you were squirming.

“I want to taste you,” he said as he reached your aching heat. “Is that alright?”

“Be my guest,” you returned.

You had never really had a great experience with guys going down on you. Previous boyfriends had just struggled to get the job done. But you wanted Gwilym more than you had ever wanted anyone else. You hoped that would help.

As Gwilym brought his lips to your slit, you realized it wasn’t you at all. The way he moved his mouth against you made you gasp. It was slow, careful, and deliberate. Each stroke of his tongue was an exploration of you until he finally landed right on your clit.

“Oh!” you cried. “There!”

“Here?” Gwilym teased, flicking it lightly with his tongue. 

“Mmm!” you whined and nodded.

He took it between his lips and sucked gently. Your back came off the desk and you cried out so loud, he stopped.

“Shh!” he warned, hovering over you and putting his hand over your mouth. “You want the whole hall to hear?”

You shook your head.

“It just feels so good,” you sighed. “Please don’t stop.”

He pressed his lips to your stomach and trailed back down to your center. Keeping his hand over your mouth, he dove into you. Your muffled cries egged him on. You were writhing on the desk, sending papers to the floor and your knee knocked his cup of pencils over.

You hardly registered any of that. All you could think about was Gwilym’s mouth on you. Every action created a white hot pleasure which only tightened that coil inside you. You had never felt something this good. You were hurtling toward the edge.

Gwilym’s pants felt tighter and tighter as he watched you react to his work with his tongue. He felt you getting wetter, as well. So he brought his free hand to your entrance. With his pointer finger, he began to tease you. He heard you whine again as you bucked toward him. He sank it inside you and your legs stiffened for a moment before relaxing again. You rocked into his hand and he thought he might cum in his pants just from watching you get so aroused by him.

Your walls clamped down around Gwilym’s finger as he pumped it in and out of you. He added a second, to stretch you more, which felt so good you thought you might scream. It was a miracle you hadn’t already. Then he crooked his fingers toward himself, right into your g-spot, and your hand slammed onto the desk as you jolted with need.

The coil was tightening faster and faster as Gwilym worked you up with his mouth and fingers. Your legs began to shake as you reached your peak.

“Oooohhhh, fuck, Gwilym,” you moaned since his hand had lowered to play with your nipples again. “I’m close!”

He could by the way your walls were clenching around his fingers. He didn’t stop. He maintained his steady pace until finally, your orgasm washed over you. You released a choked cry of his name. You shuddered as it hit you in waves and you rode it out against Gwilym’s face.

He climbed his way back up your body with his mouth. When he reached your lips, he kissed you deeply and you tasted yourself on him. Holy fuck, it was hot. Your hips rutted up against him for more friction.

“Relax, love,” he said gently. “You’re still sensitive.”

“Want me to return the favor?” you asked.

“Later,” he answered. “Catch your breath.”

You inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly.

“That was amazing,” you hummed.

“I’m glad to hear it,” he replied, kissing your cheek.

You felt his cock straining against his pants, so you pushed him up. He stood upright and you sat up, immediately going for his belt. One hand cupped him through his trousers while the other worked his belt and button free. 

“Y/N, you don’t have to -”

“I want to,” you cut him off.

You tugged the zipper down and together, you pushed his trousers and boxers down his thighs. His cock sprung free. It was hard, long, and already leaking precum. You swiped it away with your thumb and began stroking him, tight and fast.

“Ah, Y/N,” he groaned. “Fuck.”

You pressed your lips to his chest.

“Want my mouth?”

He shook his head. 

“No - fuck - I need to be inside you,” he sputtered.

You released him. He sounded so lovely and looked stunning with his eyes blown with lust. You smirked, hopped off the desk, turned around, and bent over it. He groaned at the sight.

“God, you’re filthy,” he sighed.

You giggled and wiggled your ass at him.

“Come on, then,” you said. “Come and take it.”

He pressed up against you, and you felt his cock at your entrance. You were aching for him, so you pressed back with your hips demandingly. Then, to your great relief, he pushed inside. He was thicker than you thought, stretching you deliciously. But the best part was how perfectly his tip hit your g-spot. You groaned and gripped the desk as he bottomed out inside you.

“Jesus, you’re tight,” he hissed.

“Mmm, fuck, please move,” you whined, pushing further into him.

He pulled back out about halfway before slamming into you again. He curved over you, reaching around your hips with his hand until his finger found your clit. You clapped your own hand over your mouth this time. You knew you were about to get loud.

He set a quick, steady pace, chasing release. You were right there with him. Your second orgasm was about to hit you already, sensitive as you were from the first. He kissed you wherever his lips could reach - your back, shoulders, arms, neck. He fucked you strong and deep. 

As you reached your peak, he sped up. Your walls fluttered around him at that spring inside you approached release. His cock inside you and his finger on your clit were driving you absolutely wild. You let go of your mouth and held onto the desk again - so hard your knuckles turned white - as Gwilym drove it home.

“Ah - oh God - oh fuck - Gwil - SHIT!” you sobbed as it hit you.

Your eyes rolled back as you began coming down, Gwilym still thrusting. His strokes slowed down as you started to recover, but you felt that he needed more.

“You want my -”

“Mouth?” he finished. “God, yes.”

He pulled out and you winced at the lost contact, but quickly turned around and sank to your knees. You looked up at him and smiled.

“You can cum in my mouth,” you said. “I’ll swallow and everything.”

“Oooohh, God,” he groaned.

You didn’t give him time to say anything else before you opened your mouth wide and took him down. You didn’t want to tease him now, or might have started with just the tip. As it was, he needed his release. You hollowed out your cheeks and began the same rhythm he had given you. You took him as deep as you could, with your hand making up for the difference. His fingers laced through your hair. He didn’t force you faster though. He just held you there.

“Shit, Y/N,” he whined. “I’m gonna - hhhnnngg, fuck!”

His cock twitched in your mouth so you sped up. He gasped and threw his head back in pleasure. Short, breathy moans fell from his lips that were so hot, you rubbed your thighs together. You reached up to massage his balls. He let out a filthy groan and grabbed your head, jutting his hips into you.

“Oh, fuck!” he cried. 

He held your held still against him as he finished, painting your throat with his cum. You hummed around him, bobbing your head a couple times to finish him off. As promised, you swallowed it all down. Then you came off him with a grin.

He sank into his chair, panting. Tired as he was, he still pulled you up into his lap. You straddled him, burying your face in his neck. You were both spent now.

“You’re incredible,” he said, kissing your cheek.

“So are you,” you returned. “No one’s ever made me cum like that.”

He chuckled. “I’m honored. You sure you’re alright?”

You nodded. “Better than alright. I could sleep for weeks.”

He laughed again. “I should hope not. I’m not done with you yet.”

“Oh?” you returned, cocking an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”

“I’ll pick you up from your dorm tonight at nine,” he said. “We’ll go back to mine and make love properly. Then you can stay the night with me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said.

You relaxed against his chest again. You had a few more minutes before you would have to leave, but your heart leapt at the thought of the night. As you toyed with the hair at the nape of Gwilym’s neck, you felt so content. Still, you were not afraid. But he was.

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(1/3) The whole "reylo is the only feminist star wars ship" thing reminds me a lot of the "actually stucky is feminist and steggy is a straight man's ship" posts that the stucky shippers were pushing post endgame. I know there's a lot of racism tied up with the reylos and finn and john that didn't exist between the stucky shippers and peggy and hayley (although there was some internalized misogyny for sure), and that stucky shippers did have homophobia to contend with (although it's hardly true

(2/3) that every queer mcu fan shipped stucky), so I don’t want to make a false equivalence, but the “this ship between two men/white people is the only feminist option and we’re the real defenders of this woman/black character that we’ve spent years ignoring, and the queer women/people of color who claim to be their fans are the real misogynists and homophobes/racists” is really familiar. It’s clear that co-opting feminism to make their preferred ship into the Only Right Option when people

(3/3) don’t get the ending they wanted is becoming a Thing that needs to stop, but I’m not really sure how to address it. Those fandoms also have the “if everything isn’t about this white male side character all time, it’s bad writing” problem in common, and that feels related as well.

Ok so this is a very complicated topic and I’ll preface itby saying two things first I’m not actually familiar with the argument that “Reylois the only feminist star wars ship” because thankfully my dash is filled withsensible people that don’t inundate me with faux feminist opinions that try torebrand an abusive ship into a feminist ship. Second racism actually plays a partin the stucky shippers too and I’ll demonstrate why in a bit.

For those of you reading this I will pretend this is the first time you’ve ever encountered the assertion that Reylo is abusive statement.  I’ll try to do this quickly but here goes.  Kylo starts off by literally torturing her and telling her he can take whatever he wants.  Invading not only her mind but initially hedoesn’t know she has the force. So its not a battle of equals we saw how easilyhe took what he wanted from Poe Dameron.  She does eventually get into his head but this is just the first encounter.  Then snoke bridges their minds together Kylo is constantly entering Rey’s mind telling her she’s nothing she comes from nothing he needs him to realize her full potential.  Mind you Kylo had years ofjedi training he probably knows someone bridged their minds together onpurpose. Rey is horrified this is the man who killed a good man his own fatherin cold blood and put her new friend in a coma. But Kylo keeps at her tellingher its inevitable that they’ll be together. (Some extra bits of fandom herethe Reylos are not shy with their fanon that Kylo/Ben was neglected as a childby his parents, which is completely a fabrication. They also say he’s beenbrainwashed which while confirmed by TROS that Palpatine was impersonating his Grandfather Darth Vader/Anakin this does not answer the why of the matter that if Finn, who was stolen from his parents, could fight the brainwashing why not Kylo? Another bit of contention I absolutely hated how they wrote Luke in TLJ and while I accepted it doesn’t explain why Kylo killed all the padawanlearners that didn’t join him.) TL:DR of this section: going back to Kylo’s abusive behavior, calling Rey nothing, invading her mind, insisting that she leave her new friends that care for her and support her to be with him is classic abusive behavior. Don’t believe me check out Lundy Buncroft.

Moving on how is stucky vs steggy racist?  Its quite simple really, in the fact that if anyone was written to be romantic interest for steve besides Peggy it was Samnot Tony, Natasha or Bucky. There’s a great meta post I’m not sure is on thisblog but it should be on mcufhpoc if you care to dig about how Sam was writtenas a love interest framed by the story in the winter soldier to perfectly setSteve up to be bisexual.  Now I have nothing against Bucky but Steve spent most of his time violently at odds with Bucky in the winter soldier and civil war. Not exactly what you would want from a ship. Why do you think so much Stucky fanfic is about preserum Steve/Bucky?  Gross implications about ableism aside it was for years the only way you could justify the ship.  The only other optionin canon was Sharon but frankly the writers of the mcu seemed to hate herreducing her role substantially from what was originally planned. There was allsorts of cries incest (when literally this is the same fandom that ships Thorkiabout two brothers who were raised as brothers except one of them happens to beadopted.  Like they can’t even get the definition of incest right Steve was dating Peggy not Peggy and Sharon.) Also he didn’t know they were related until years after he met Sharon. I’m only including this Sharon bit because it demonstrates so nicely the kind of internalized misogyny in display in this fandom. According to Stucky fans no woman is worthyof Steve only the white dude he grew up with and fought several times and btw they make the most sense when Steve is being cared for preserum/sarcasm. Which brings me to the other big Steve ship Stony. That’s a huge ship and they can barely stand each other in canon. 

TL;DR of this section its obvious from the numbers that Stucky and Stony are the only ships that matter the fandom only really wants is white dudeslash.

Btw its not actually feminist for so many straight women to ship dudes.  Gay men have been begging for straight women to listen to them about this for years. 

Last implicit question: What phenomenon is actually at work here if it doesn’t fit feminism because Reylo is abusive and Stucky just shows off the tip of the iceberg of internalized misogyny? 

Answer: Its white supremacy.

Which goes back to your statement of “Those fandoms also have the "if everything isn't about this white male side character all time, it's bad writing" problem in common, and that feels related as well.”

These fandoms and all fandoms really can only fathom fandom as yet another way of obsessing over white men. 

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CH. 1 Primed for Sin

Notes: This is my first fanfic so it’s probably not so good LOL its a bit personal and inspired by my own story of losing the love of my life. I was also listening to Slow dancing in a burning room by John Meyer to set the mood. Im open to constructive criticism so I can improve and make chpt 2 better. Enjoy

Ch. 1 primed for sin

This was your final walk down this hallway in Arkham hospital. The same hospital you came to a year ago looking for adventure and to escape the rut of all the daunting paperwork. When you were first hired by the CIA 6 years ago you naively thought it would be like a oo7 movie or spies you see in Hollywood movies. You couldn’t be more mistaken. A chuckle escaped your mouth as you signed in the sign in sheet. You could start to feel your legs getting heavier and heavier with every daunting step you took.

“Is Dr. Quinn in there? You asked the guard. Taking a drink of your black coffee. Bad idea your anxiety was already Moments away from becoming a panic attack.

“Yes, she’s waiting for you.” He answered in his usual bored monotone voice.

“Thank you, once she leaves bring in Arthur please and then you’re free to go as well until our session is over.” Quinn was Arthur’s state psychiatrist. You had paid her off so you could meet with Arthur privately. It had been a year and half since Meeting with Gary about a possible operation. Get his “lad” as he like to call Arthur, out of Arkham. Your specialty was arms deals but something in you wouldn’t let you turn it down.

You were able to pull some strings and be assigned as Arthurs new Doctor with the help of his current one. As a rogue agent you naturally distrusted her. Luckily she didn’t want the case and You were able to pay her off so she would leave during our sessions. Today would be the last one and by tomorrow Arthur or rather Joker would be a free man. You could feel your throat closing up. That lump in your throat threatening to suffocate you. No matter how much water you drank or coughing you did it persisted, reminding you just how much you had helplessly fallen in love. There was a chance you will never see each other again. It took every ounce in you to keep it together and not breakdown crying. You broke your most important rule “never fall in love” and now there was no going back. The realization of this left you breathless.

“ good job y/n” you mumbled sarcastically while setting everything down on the old warn down table. Arkham desperately needed to refurnish.

“How do you manage to get more beautiful every time I see you?” You had been so deep in thought, organizing your paperwork, and fighting back tears you didn’t notice Arthur walk in.

“Good morning to you too Arthur.” You grinned from ear to ear as he made his way to give you a hug. “are you ready for tomorrow?” You asked looking up and admiring how beautiful this man was. His salt/pepper hair slicked back leaving his features highlighted. The way his full brows made his green eyes so intense you could get lost in them forever. You had to look away. Never before had you seen eyes that held so much beauty and danger.

“Lets not talk about that kitten, I want this hour to be special. It is our last time meeting you know.” He said shooting you a half smile that made you weak in the knees. But you could see the sadness that decorated his face. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. Arthur was so worried about you. Sweet Arthur if only others could see the real you. They would love you as much as I do.

“Look at me please” he ordered. “Youve been crying haven’t you?” Shaking his head

You wanted to lie, deny the whole ordeal, brush it all under the rug but you couldn’t lie to him and you fell into his arms. “Im going to miss you so much. I love you and I feel like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. I know we cant be together right now but it hurts. It hurts so much I cant breath.” Body wracked with an onslaught of sobs and tears.

He pulled you into his arms. His warmth would seep into your being and he comforted you without ever opening his mouth. You felt one of his tears cascade down your shoulder.He was intoxicating and every cell in your body craved him like an addict craves his fix. “Im sorry doll” his voice was heavy with pain, the same way guilt weighed down upon his shoulders.

“I know and i will be ok as long as you are safe, that’s all that matters to me Arthur” you replied forcing your voice to sound as normal and not break in the same way your heart was shattering with every second that passed.

He held you tightly. Hands on the small of your back while you wrapped your hands around his neck and face resting on his chest. The two of you danced with grief in the tiny white room in Arkham. Where it all begin. Unforeseen by you meeting him for the first time was like coming out of a hibernation you didn’t know you were in. His eyes green like spring breaking through winters snow. The same room where you had laughed, cried, and talked about the future together. You felt so complete in his arms. He took away the emptiness that like an abusive partner threatened to never leave and you a patient with Stockholm syndrome Obeyed finding comfort in it. You wanted to melt into him and become one so that nothing could ever tear you apart from him.

“We will see each other again I promise.” trying to not only convince him but convince yourself as well.

Arthur started humming the tune of one our favorite songs we slowly danced in a burning room. He whispered those dark silly jokes he was so proud of and knew would get a chuckle out of you. Oh how you prayed time would stop this instant and you could keep experiencing his velvet soft touch. Arthur was your home and soon you’d find yourself homeless once more.

A knock on the door jerked us back into reality. “Its time to take Mr.Fleck back to his room” you heard from across the door.

“Yes gives us a minute please!” You shouted resentfully. It wasn’t the guards fault but you had to take it out on someone. Grasping at any sense left of control.

“Time flies when you’re having fun” he said taking a seat across from your desk. It would be the last time he would sit in that chair. The chair that was a witness to our love story. Once comfortable he gracefully put a cigarette in between his lips and lit it. You found yourself Getting lost in his graceful confident movements. The opening of the box. The click of the lighter. The slight tilt of his head. Crisp burning of a cigarette. First small inhale. Exhale not letting it reach his lungs. The lift of his neck. Long drag. Exhale. It was as if time had slowed down. almost as if the universe was gifting you this so you could take it all in only for it to be preyed away from hands. Only leaving with you those haunting memories of what no longer is. Grieving for what will never be. Oh bittersweet universe. You cruel bastard.

“Yes, sorry” you said. You could feel your cheeks turn cherry red.

“You can stare at me all you want doll.” He insisted.

“Cocky arent we now.” We both broke into laughter. It seemed to lighten the air in the room. Thank God, those sinister white walls felt like they could collapse on you at any second.

still standing leaning on the desk. you turned to pick up the folder on the desk. You had gone over the plan several times and you were confident things would run smoothly. “Gary did a great job putting a team together for you” You advised.

Arthur reached to grab the folder not saying a word. “All the documents to your new properties, weapons bought. Also the names of politicians, law enforcements and agents that will be working for you are also included. Just incase they want to cause problems.”

“I love you y/n always remember that” he finally said.

“I love you too Arthur, Good luck tomorrow everything will work out as planned.” Arthur leaned in for one last tender passionate kiss. His honey sweet tongue dancing with yours to a tune only you two were privy to. Suddenly the guard barged in to take him.

“Im sorry to interrupt but its time” walking towards Arthur. If looks could kill you would have killed him a thousand times over.

You watched as he was handcuffed again and lead out of the room. Arthur never taking his eyes off of you. As soon as the door closed your legs betrayed you as you feel to your knees. The pain flooded every inch of your body like a dam unable of being contained any longer. Tears stinging as they made their way down your cheeks. “Comeback please!” You tried to yell in vain. Unable to find the strength to let it out. “Why do you always take from me God, everything I love gets taken” you cursed at the sky. You had not felt such intense pain since the passing of your mother. Finally finding the strength to pick your shaking limbs off the floor, you noticed a folded note on the desk.

“I was never really insane, except on occasions where my heart was touched.” Go with me doll, i cant do this alone. meet me at the warehouse. We leave at 9. Joker