#lovebirds bridal shower

[merrybrides]

Modern “Love Birds” Bridal Shower Ideas

When it comes to special occasion parties like baby and bridal showers, one of my favorite things to do is take a popular theme and give it a fresh and unexpected twist.

It’s so fun to see the reactions from guests when they notice all the playful elements and thoughtful details that went into creating a truly UNIQUE experience for them!

Printables:  The Love Birds printables are available in Design Hero by HWTM! Click here to check them out.

A Modern Love Birds Bridal Shower

“Love Birds” is a popular theme that typically leans rustic or “shabby chic garden party” in style, but the high contrast black and white design on the Birds of a Feather bowls instantly had me wanting to go bold and modern for this soirée, with some bright and spunky colors brought in for summer…

I also decided to go more “birds on a wire” than “birds in a nest” with this design, and incorporated artsy elements like mod sketched flowers and color-blocked feathers.

I hope you enjoy this playful take on the Love Birds theme, and find some inspiration here for your own celebrations!

THE CANDY BUFFET

I thought it would be fun to design a creative candy buffet as the focal point of the party and use bird bowls as the serving dishes. Since hot pink and yellow were my accent colors, I also incorporated a set of fun bowls into the mix.

Candy can add up VERY quickly, but you really don’t need to serve up a gazillion different types of it. Focus on 5-7 candy options, and utilize decorative elements and creative styling to help make the table feel full.

I also love re-naming treats to coordinate with the theme. Most people can recognize that a gum ball is a gum ball on their own, but adding a creative label like “Lolli-Flocks” (for lollipops) or “Balls of Sunshine” (for yellow gum balls) will make them smile… plus it looks pretty! ;)

You can also use creative packaging to help fill a lot of space on the table without requiring a ton of candy. I embellished these cute heart shaped favor containers with chalkboard stickers found in the stationery section at Target…

Use signage to encourage guests to take some treats home… this means your candy buffet doubles as the party favors too! You can download this 8×10 sign and the matching flower favor tags below.

I used an inexpensive black plastic trim (the kind often used by kids for stringing beads) – to accent my white table with a “wires inspired” criss cross pattern. This same trim was used for the “birds on a wire” design in the wall backdrop.

I spray painted paper marquee lights and white feathers to match the theme, and used paper bird and flower silhouettes (cut out by hand) as decorative accents for both the table and the top of the cake!

I also added a Candyfetti heart to the top of the cake and outlined it in yellow Sixlets. (Candyfetti is also what was used to line the lollipop trays.)

To recreate this design, gently place a heart shaped cookie cutter on top of your cake while the frosting is still wet, then sprinkle a thin layer of tiny candy or sprinkles inside the heart. Carefully remove the cookie cutter, and the candy heart silhouette should remain in place!

THE TABLESCAPE

This was such a fun tablescape to put together! Again, everything was inspired by the Birds of a Feather bowls, as seen in the centerpiece.

I filled the largest mixing bowl with lemons – an easy and summery filler that already matched the theme – then set a craft marquee light heart on top to further coordinate the tablescape with the candy buffet and play up the element of LOVE!

Paper details also played a big role here… I designed some party flags and a special chair banner for the guest of honor. My favorite detail of the entire table though? Definitely the “bird on a wire” napkin rings! ;)

The napkin rings are made from paper bird silhouettes hot glued to a thick silver ribbon. One bird reads “Tweet Tweet Let’s Eat” and the other reads “Chirp Chirp Hooray”.

I just couldn’t get enough of the paper flower silhouettes either! Here, they’re embellishing a couple of cute wire bird figurines.

Now, I know that champagne doesn’t require a straw, but it sure looks cute with a straw/flag stirrer! These little flags can also be used to dress up food and other drinks.

The champagne flutes are also embellished with DIY “costume ring” drink markers – made from beads hot glued to plain ring bases – and with balloon bands. (Yes, balloons!)

To make the bands, just cut the top and tail off of a 12″ balloon so that you’re left with a balloon “ring”, then stretch that part over and around the champagne flute for a fun accent.

The Printables

The (customizable) Love Birds printables are available in Design Hero by HWTM! Click here to check them out.

**** Guest Post by Hostess with the Mostest - Thank you for this adorable tablescape display.

[jaeyunluvs]

jj’s girl - jj maybank

Requested by @loveableniall : Hey I have a imagine request for JJ. The reader meaning y/n is best friends with the group. However she is delivering stuff to figure 8 and runs into some kooks. The kooks beat her up. But thank goodness the group (aka her best buds) come to her rescue,and in the end JJ ends up confessing his feelings for her. (Hope all that made sense haha. Can’t wait to read!) ☺️

Requested by @emmileeb1 : i was wondering if you could do something where the reader is a girl and gets beat up pretty bad by any of the kooks like topper or rafe or smth and jj is there to find her?

A/N: Soo, I decided to combine those two requests, since they’re similar. Thank you both so so much for requesting, I hope you’ll like it! <3

disclaimer: i don’t own the characters, english is not my first language so im sorry if i have mistakes and please let me know!! I’m all open to any feedback or conversation!

warnings: angst there’ll be fluff, mentions of hurting, beating up, swearing and crappy writing asdhash

i was listening rudy’s “Jams for JJ” playlist while writing this so go check it out :) you can listen it from here

gif credits to netflix i guess lol

It was 8.30 in the morning and you woke up because of a text. You groaned but as you noticed it was from JJ, you smiled. But when you realize you’re smiling you immediately stopped. No pogue on pogue macking Y/N he doesn’t even like you You thought to yourself. 

JJ: wake up sleepy princess we’re coming to get you in 30

Y/N: okay dumbass thanks for the reminder

You quickly took a shower, packed some food into your bag, just like Kie does, since you guys were the ones who were getting food supplies to the gang. You looked at the time, it was 9.1, still no notification from anyone. You knew you were the last person to get into the boat, but you still got worried. 

As you patiently waited outside, petting your dog, you heard a similar voice shouting your name.

“Y/N, the best Pogue on the Earth, mademoiselle” JJ bowed his head and offered his hand. HMS Pogue and the gang were getting closer to you.

“Hi JJ!” You accept his offer, took him by the hand, hugged him and get into the boat. As soon as you greeted everyone, you sat down by JJ. He smiled at your actions.

“So, what took you guys so long?” You asked everyone while John B calmly, driving the boat.

“Pope’s dad asked us to deliver some stuff and we couldn’t say no. We have plenty of time and if we split the stuff, we thought it would end fast.” JJ explained to you.

“Yeah it’s not gonna take long, besides it’ll be some kind of exercise” Kie smiled at you, then stealing glances at Pope. Ah these lovers. 

“That’s cool, I’d love to help” you said genuinely. JJ smiled at how genuine you were, sitting closer to you. You and JJ started to talk about normal stuff. He asked you how was your job at the Surf Shop, you asked him how he was feeling. You knew about his dad and you were so worried about JJ. Despite all of your worries, JJ reassured you that he’s completely fine and if something happens he’ll directly come to you. You just grinned and mumbled an “whatever you say JJ” 

When you were enjoying JJ’s company by your side, you saw Pope and Kie cuddling and enjoying each other presence. JJ whispered,

“Isn’t it obvious they like each other?” He giggled.

“Yeah and it melts my heart” You giggled back looking at him. You both wished you guys could be like that. After all the peaceful moments, John B made an announcement.

“You four lovebirds, stop making me feel like a fifth wheel, I’ll have Sarah soon so you can cry, but anyways so here’s Figure 8, it’s our stop for today. Let’s go.” John B gave everyone supplies and a place to go. Before you leave, JJ came beside you.

“You sure you wanna go alone? We can go together?” He asked worried because he hated Kooks, especially Rafe and Topper. They hate each other and if they do something to you JJ would almost kill them.

“Yeah don’t worry, and besides I’m going to Mrs. Brown, her place is the closest from here.” You cupped and kissed his cheek, smiled. Then you left before he could say something. JJ just stayed there, trying to process what’s going on.

“Just date already, duh” John B said behind JJ. 

“What are you talking about?” JJ said quickly turning his back to John B.

“Isn’t it obvious that you guys like each other? Like seriously if i was someone outside, I would literally think you guys were a couple.” John B said minding his own business and encouraging his best friend. 

“You should confess her, there’s no way she would say ‘Oh JJ I don’t feel the same’ ” John B said with the impression of your voice.

JJ just stared at him for a second, got the things he need to deliver and left before they could talk. 

“Listen to my advice JJ!” John B shouted behind his back.

“Whatever you say Johnny Boy” JJ muttered himself. On the way, he thought if you liked him back. JJ she kissed you But that doesn’t mean she likes me arghh JJ thought to himself. 

Thankfully, any Kooks were there in JJ’s sight. He peacefully delivered the stuff Mr. Heyward gave and a bonus, he got 40 dollar tip. He thought about buying you a flower with this money because he wanted you to be happy.

You on the other hand while walking to Mrs. Brown’s house, you were peacefully walking and admiring the nature. You were thinking about JJ mostly. He’s so cute, Y/N STOP, he doesn’t like you back, what if your friendship would ruin because you kissed him? You panicked but your thoughts were interrupted when you heard a few guys and girls screaming your name.

“Wait isn’t that Y/N, JJ’s girl?” Rafe smirked.

“It looks like it” Topper with his devilish grin.

They slowly walked closer to you.

“Topper, Rafe stop, please just let me go.” You pleaded horror filling in your eyes.

“Don’t worry princess, we don’t live in a fairytale, so your prince JJ is not gonna save you.” Rafe mocked JJ, with the word “princess”. 

And without a minute, they started to punch you from everywhere, some girls also joined. They continued to punch you, hurt you, but you didn’t understand why they would do such thing when you literally did nothing to them.

On the HMS Pogue, everyone was there, waiting for you. The gang was getting worried because Mrs. Brown’s house was the closest of them all. JJ was getting worried the most. 

“I need to go find her.” JJ said worried, while couldn’t help but thinking the worst case scenario. 

“I’ll come with you.” Kie said ensure of herself. You were like a sister to her.

“Of course we’re coming too.” John B said, speaking for both Pope and himself.

JJ smiled at their friends - family not leaving his back. 

When they were walking they heard people shouting “HIT HER HIT HER!” constantly. They wondered whats going on so they went there. 

When the gang saw a familiar person getting beating up, they ran faster. And then they realized you were the person who was getting beaten up.

JJ realized this first and literally the second he realized he punched Rafe fastest as possible. He started to punch her. Slowly then the gang joined you. Kie got the girls, John B got Topper, Pope went to Kelce and JJ went to Rafe. You were already fainted but they kept fighting. When Rafe got beaten up really bad, and JJ was choking him, the gang stopped him because he was almost killed him.

After Rafe got hurt really bad, the kooks left the place. They shouted “FUCK YOU ASSHOLES DON’T MESS WITH THE POGUES AGAIN!” and ran to you.

You were laying down the ground not moving at all. JJ picked you up bridal style and ran to HMS Pogue to take care of you with medical supplies. 

You were so hurt, your face covered with blood. However, JJ was the same. He was so furious. He could have protected you in the first place. In the boat, you were still not opening your eyes, laying in the arms of JJ. The gang was pretty sad about you. JJ was almost crying and the gang could do nothing but hug him.

After a few minutes of emotional moments, you started to open your eyes and see four people bruised, puffy eyed hugging on you.

“Guys?” you mumbled. JJ looked at you in shock, hugged you so fast and started sobbing. 

“Y/N, you scared the shit out of me. You’re alive. You’re really alive.” He said like thousand times. You just smiled at how worried he was. He looked extremely cute. 

Kie noticed a special moment between you two. She nudged John B and Pope so they could understand.

“We’ll deliver this package to Mrs. Brown” Pope said. But you and JJ were too busy admiring each other to care. There was a short period of awkward silence but JJ decided to break the silence and let his feelings go. He remembered what John B told him before.

“Y/N?” He asked while you were still leaning on his lap bridal style.

“Yeah?” You looked up to him.

“I have something to tell you, and I hope you won’t get mad at me.” JJ said gulping.

You stood up to show him that you’re listening carefully.

“Argh okay, so umm” He couldn’t speak “I like you Y/N, so much and you were getting beaten up by Rafe, just made me almost kill him. I don’t know what you’re doing to me but you do.” You just stared at him, at a loss for words. JJ noticed your shock, and started to panic.

“I know you didn’t feel the s-” He was interrupted by your blooded lips, kissing his passionately.

The kiss was long, it was full of admiration and it was a way to show JJ you liked him back. 

When you pulled away, you couldn’t help but laugh. “Does this explain a lot Mr. Protector?” you asked. JJ smiled at your goofiness and kissed you again. This kiss wasn’t long as the last one but it was good as it was because they’re JJ’s lips come on!!

“So are you my boyfriend now?” You asked looking at him smiling.

“Yeah, you’re my girl. No one can hurt you, I’m here now” JJ said holding you close.

“YES FINALLY!” Pope shouted from the harbour.

“GO GO GO!” Kie shouted.

“You were talking about me giving the d, JJ right? Now it’s your turn bro” 

[marauder-exe]

PDA- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: i uh see youre lacking bucky requests sooo... bucky x reader where he's not one for pda, usually alone he is, but one day during breakfast he just pulls the reader onto his lap and buries his face in reader's neck and everyone is spooked, and throughout the day hes all touchy and stuff only bc he thought sam was flirting with the reader? lmao hope that made sense, thank you!

Word Count: 1.1k

Your eyes fluttered open as the sun beamed through your windows. You extended your arms and stretched them over your head, looking around noticing Bucky was already gone. You really needed some coffee. You moved the blanket and your cold feet hit the floor. You walked up to the mirror on the opposite side of the room. You stared at yourself and your horrible bed head. You should've probably washed your face and brushed your teeth, but right now, all you wanted was some coffee. You waked through the door, feet padding against the cold floor of the Towers hallway. You made it down the impossibly long flights of stairs and entered the kitchen. A yawn erupted from you, making your presence known. You smiled at Bucky, you two had been dating for a few months, you where the only one he opened up to when he arrived, making you grow close, which eventually blossomed into a relationship. Beautiful story. You would've greeted him with a kiss but he wasn't one for PDA. Steve greeted you and you just let out a groan in response, too tired to say anything back. You walked over to the coffee pot by Sam, quickly reaching for a cup and pouring the coffee.

“Damn, mama, looking good today!” came from Sam, voice filled with sarcasm. You let out a disgruntled noise.

“Fuck. You” You replied. You stood by the coffee pot and quickly downed your coffee, the rest of the avengers staring at you. Steve gave you a look.

“You alright?” Came from Sam again.

“I'm so very tired” You didn't know why you where so tired, but today just felt like all the energy had been drained from your body. You walked over to the fridge and grabbed the milk and cereal, your body begging to eat something. You made your cereal and walked over to the island near Steve and Bucky, setting your cereal down. Just as you where about to sit down, Bucky pulled you into his lap, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. You stared at Steve and Sam with furrowed brows. They returned questioning look. Bucky was never usually like this. You weren't complaining though. You ran your hands through his hair and cuddled him.

“You alright?” You whispered in his ear, making sure somebody hadn't died or something. He just nodded his head, his hair tickling your neck.

“Alright lovebirds, hate to break it up but eugh!” Sam made a disgusted, throwing-up noise. You pulled away from Bucky and threw your head back in laughter at Sam, before continuing to eat your breakfast, making sure to keep your knee touching Bucky, as he kept a hand on it.

You returned to the compound a few hours later. After breakfast you had training to do with Natasha, which lasted a few hours, and when you returned you hopped in the shower, hoping to ease your sore muscles. It did. After you showered, you figured, since you have some down time, that you could watch some Tv downstairs. After throwing on some comfy clothes, you headed to the living room in the compound. The soft padding of your feet echoed through the hallways. You entered the living room, spotting the 3 musketeers sat on the couch. You playfully rolled your eyes. You skipped over to the couch, plopping down on it.

“What're we watching, boys?” You looked towards the TV, but suddenly felt Bucky wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap, cuddling you again.

“Uh, The Philadelphia Story, movie from the 1950” Steve smiled as he watched the TV, memories flooding back. You just nodded your head, cuddling into Bucky.

“Yeah, horrible, boring, black and white terrible Tv” Sam groaned as you laughed at his whining. As you finished laughing, Bucky grabbed your face and kissed you. A passionate kiss, in front of everyone. Not something Bucky would usually do. Something was definitely going on. Sam and Steve simultaneously stared at you with raised eyebrows, although you didn't notice. He broke away and looked towards the Tv as if nothing happened. Steve just shook his head and turned back to the Tv as Sam kept staring at you. You were gonna have to ask him about this later, but right now, it was movie time.

You had started to get really tired. You didn't do much that day, but your tiredness from this morning was coming back, so you asked Buck if you two could go to bed, hoping to also ask him about today. He said of course, and you two headed upstairs. You where walking so slow, tiredly pulling yourself up the stairs.

“Come ‘ere, Doll” Bucky put is arms out towards you, and as you walked up to him, he picked you up bridal style and began to run up the stairs. You squealed and tightened your hands around his neck.

“Bucky! Your gonna drop me!”

“Have I ever dropped you before, Doll?” He was right, he had never dropped you before. You shook your head. “And im not gonna start now” His running sped up as you reached the hallway that your room was on. He put you down as you reached the doorway, opening it. You walked in and immediately shed your comfy clothes, changing them for pyjamas. Bucky did the same. You sat on your bed, hoping to question Bucky on all the PDA today.

“Buck?” You asked tentatively. He came from the bathroom.

“Yeah?”

“What was today about?” You questioned, although he acted like everything was normal.

“Dont know what you mean” He avoided eye contact. You gave him a pointed look and he sighed. “Sam was flirting with you this morning, and it made me jealous” He admitted. It all made sense now. Constantly cuddling you every time Sam was in the room.

“Buck” You cooed. “Sam wasn't flirting with me, he was just being Sam, hes always like that” You giggled softly.

“He was still flirting” Bucky grumbled quietly. You lay a hand on his metal am.

“Hey, even if he was flirting, I wouldn't flirt back. I love you and only you, alright?” He perked up more when you said that, laying a hand on your cheek. He connected your lips in a blissful kiss.

“Come on, lets get to bed, yeah?” You nodded your head and began to curl up with Bucky, content.

[hitsuackerman]

Kisses and Distractions pt. 2

As requested by @babygirlmeepi​, here is the second part of Kisses and Distractions :) This is just pure fluff and a sprinkle of suggestive lemons ;) hope you like this :D

This can be read separately too, so enjoy :)

warnings: FLUFF (lots of it)

link: part 1

master list to all my fics :) here

3 days.

It had been 3 days since the two of you were kiss-blocked by the present and former #1 heroes. And here you were, chilling in your apartment. Wrapped like a burrito in your bed. You couldn’t remember the last time you had done this. The weather was just too perfect to resist the burrito-ness.

Today was a miracle. A day off with zero notifications in the last 7 hours. Sure, it was past 12 noon and that you should prepare lunch, there was just this irrational fear that once you step out, some villain attack would happen again.

Nope. No. You would rather stay in your home and starve. Or maybe just order take out. Unburrito-ing yourself, you rolled over to your nightstand and took your phone. You felt your cheeks blush at the sight of your new wallpaper.

You and Hawks hugging. His cheek squished as he leaned his head on yours. Framing the picture were his wings. Uneven but still gorgeous nonetheless. You had to hand it to the man, despite him looking goofy, he was still sexy. Your mind couldn’t help but think, how in the world did you manage to lure him?

Clicking on the FoodBear app, you scrolled past restaurants and fast food chains. What were you in the mood for? Pizza and a burger. Yes. Perfect.

Sitting up, you began to choose the flavor and type of burger till the home screen changed.

The picture of Hawks replacing it. Your heart raced at the thought of him calling you.

“Hey baby bird!” Hawks greeted over the phone. It was a tad noisy so you were sure he was calling and flying.

“Pidgy, don’t fly and call at the same time.” You teased him but the tone in your voice gave it away. It was difficult to suppress your happiness when it came to this birdman. “What can I do to help you?”

“The question is, how can I help you? You eaten lunch yet, babe?”

‘Oh lord that babe hit different’ You fangirled internally. Fanning yourself with your free hand in hopes to cool off the heat on your face.

“Not yet. You bringing some food over?”

“Yeah.” You swore he was smirking on the other line. “Me.”

“Hawks, I swear to god if you don’t bring me a slice of pizza and a burger I will eat y-” Shutting your mouth, you almost fell into his trap. Not that you’d mind. Real food was simply top priority for now.

“Now wouldn’t that be the perfect reason not to but take out?” He laughed. For you, it was such music to your ears. Your heart swelled knowing you made him happy. “Get dressed lovebird. I’m takin’ you out on a date.”

“Oh.” Your eyes fell on your messy wardrobe. Shit. “How long till you arrive?”

“I’m already outside. How convenient you have a balcony, am I right?” He ended the call.

“Hawks?” You yelled out from your room.

“Right here baby!” He responded. God damn, he really was here. “Take your time unless you want me to help you change!”

Face palming yourself, the thought of him laying on your bed, pinning you down, wasn’t that bad. But still, the two of you hadn’t even kissed yet so might as well go on a date with him. 

Standing up, you went out of your room only to be met by Hawks lounging on your sofa. Wings slightly open to make him rest his back. His hair was even messier from behind but still looked as soft as ever.

“Let me just shower and we can take our leave, okay?”

Turning to face you, he smirked at the sight before him. You, in an oversized shirt that hung just above your thighs. Your black shorts showing enough leg to tease him right.

“I envy the me in your shirt.” He pointed out while extending an arm to tug on your shirt.

Your eyes widened when you remembered this was the Hawks merch Ryukyu got you for the jokes. After that day, it had been your favorite. Not just for the person on the shirt but because the size was amazing and the material was breezy.

“Maybe if you play your cards right, this could end up being you.” You teased back. Booping his nose causing his golden eyes to expand. The hold on your shirt seemingly tightened.

“Damn. You flirty when you got no food in your system, chickadee~” Hawks commented as he lifted himself off the couch and landed right in front of you. His eyes exploring your face, lingering on your lips, but going back to your eyes. His hands now nested on your waist.

‘Okay. Think this through. If y'all were to do the devil’s tango now, that would mean your body would look bomb because you haven’t eaten anything. But, I’m so fucking hungry. Like is this worth the messy sheets? Hell yeah it is But pizza sounds so good right now...!’ You monologue in your mind.

Placing your palms on his stomach, you could feel his toned abs and how he flexed just to ensure victory. Sliding them upwards, you fet the bumps of his bodysuit’s yellow linings. Your eyes never leaving his.

Hawks gritted his teeth. The next thing he knew, he picked you up and carried you all the way to your kitchen counter. He wished he had taken his gloves off so he could feel just how soft your skin was. With your legs hugging his waist, this was all too perfect.

“You sure it’s pizza and burgers you want?” He leaned in closer. Using the tip of his nose, he began to trail your cheek and his lips hovered above yours. Pulling himself away from you, your throat ran dry when he used his mouth to remove his gloves.Tossing them to the couch, he used his thumb to trace your lower lip.

“Maybe if you push a little more,” Your arms now snaked around his neck. Bringing him closer to you. “Perhaps my appetite may change.”

Leaning his forehead on yours, his half hooded eyes remained glued to yours. His breathing was slow and heavy as he pulled you in closer. Giving him the invitation, you wrapped your legs even tighter. Licking his lips, his smirk was the last thing you saw before the two of you closed your eyes.

And then your stomach grumbled.

‘Motherfucker…’

‘Rotten Nuggets…’

The two of you stopped right when your lower and upper lips brushed against each other. Warm breaths grazing your skins.

“Are you for real?...” Hawks complained but his voice was amused. He placed both palms on your cheeks and squished them. “You ruined the moment babe!”

He began to stomp his foot like a small child. Your legs moving along his rather cute tantrum. His feathers began to ruffle as well. Pulling you into a hug, he nuzzled on the side of your head. A disappointed sigh coming out of his mouth.

“I’m sorry. I’ll take full responsibility for that, nugget.” You hugged him back. Only making him squirm more and whine.

“That would’ve been the perfect first kiss for the both of us~” He said as he pulled himself away to look at your flushed face. “But, it’s alright. Now go and take a bath before I make my feathers rip your clothes apart…”

Following his orders, you released him from your hold and went back to your room. Pissed and embarrassed at how your stomach chose to betray you.

Moments passed and you were now dressed. Closing the door to your room, you saw Hawks rummaging through your fridge. His wings were full once more. It gave you relief knowing he could fully perform his duties once more. Not that there was a need to worry, he was the number 2 so he’s surely more capable of more.

“Your fridge needs more chicken.” He commented. Pivoting to face you. In his mouth, a juice pack. “Ready?”

“Yeah.” You replied. Waving your matching headphones and visors he had given you a few months back.

Throwing the empty pack, he took your hand and led you to your balcony. The weather had improved and the dark gray clouds from earlier were replaced by clear blue skies and the afternoon sun.

“How do you want it? Bridal style? Or my signature bear hug?” He asked as he put on his gloves. His brows furrowed at the memory of a failed first kiss.

“I think bridal would be nice.”

Taking the headphones from you, he placed them on your head and paused to admire his handiwork. The way the sun cast light on your (e/c) made his heart flutter. Cupping your cheek, he smirked when they began to show a taint of redness.

“So beautiful…”

Placing an arm on your back and bending slightly to place the other one on the bend of your knees, he was all too happy when you rested your arms on his shoulders. Stretching his wings out, he adored the way your eyes sparkled.

Letting a stray feather loose, Hawks made the feather brush against your lip and made it land on his.

“Ah. An indirect kiss!” He teased. Flapping his wings making you both float. “Can’t wait for the real deal after lunch~”

“Keigo!” You playfully punched his chest. Your arms tighten as he flew the both of you farther and farther from your unit.

“Don’t call me that unless we’re in your bed or mine, baby!” He managed to wink as he pulled you in closer.

Choosing not to reply, the rest of the ride was nothing but comfortable silence. It only lasted for a few minutes till he landed and placed you back on your feet. Your eyes opened up and your jaw dropped when you saw where he had taken you.

“And don’t worry about distractions, chickadee.” Hawks said with his arms making a circle. “I booked the place all to ourselves.”

“The whole planetarium?!”

“Yes.” Lacing his fingers with yours, he led the way and opened the door for you.

Before entering the main room, he took you to the snack bar and ordered what you had been craving for. A slice of pizza, a burger, chicken wings, a medium soda for the two of you, and a pack of mints. Ushering you to the tables, he placed the food down and pulled the chair for you to sit.

“Gotta let that stomach of yours eat before we see the main event.” He said as he attacked the wings.

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Never.”

Small talk happened as the two of you ate. The moment the last bite happened, he handed you a mint as he took one as well. You couldn’t help but snort at how prepared he wanted to be. Though, you would be lying if you weren’t thinking of going to the women’s toilet to freshen up.

The doors were now facing the two of you. His hands finding yours once more. Opening the doors, your eyes wandered across the dome and the projector located in the middle. The room was already dim and your heart raced with excitement at the thought of staring at the stars up close.

Choosing the back half of the theater, the two of you made your way to the middle seats. Once you two were comfy, he clapped his hands and the room was now pitch black. The theater dome began to show the projectors image. Putting your arm around his, you couldn’t help but smile at Hawks for bringing you here. Wearing your goggles, you leaned on his shoulder and watched the show.

As the show came to the middle part, you were fascinated with the vibrant colors of the different galaxies, Hawks kept his eyes on you. Taking his goggles, he tossed them to the empty seat and took a deep breath.

“(Y/N)?”

Tearing your eyes from the view, you were now face to face with something much better. Letting Hawks take your goggles off, he shifted his position so he could fully face you. Imitating his actions, you felt a small push on your back. No need to look knowing that was his wing.

“You like our date?” He whispered. Leaning a little closer.

“It’s perfect~” You leaned in closer as well.

Cupping your cheek, he let his thumb brush your skin gently. His eyes widened and his wings perked up. Wondering what that was about, he let his feathers do some work. Letting go of your cheek, he took his phone out and placed it on a feather. Understanding his motive, you put yours on silent mode and placed it on the feather next to you.

The two of you watched as the feathers placed them on the seats right across the room. The slightly larger feathers made their way towards the door. Making sure that no one would be able to enter the room.

“You’ve prepared for the worst?” You teased him.

“Just making sure, nugget.” Placing his hand on the back of your neck, he gently pulled you in closer and rested his forehead on yours. “After all the distractions, I think necessary preparations are needed.”

“I would have to agree on that~” You giggled. Holding onto his wrist.

“May I?” He asked. By now, his hot minty breath touching your lip. When you nodded your answer, Hawks did not hesitate.

The two of you winced in pain when his nose hit yours. This time, there was no frustration or childish tantrums. Instead the two of you laughed it off. Cheeks red with embarrassment and stomachs doing summersaults.

“I’ll take the blame for that~” He commented. Not letting you go of his hold.

“Just shut up and kiss me, Keigo~” With that, he redeemed himself.

Finally. You felt his lips on yours. His lips were soft and the kiss was enough to melt you away. It felt as if a summer breeze had passed your soul and gave you a sense of warmth and happiness at the same time. When he titled his head to make the kiss even deeper, you felt all the butterflies in your stomach flutter. You couldn’t help but smile as you both locked lips. Not wanting to part with each other.

When Hawks felt your lips curl into a smile, he pulled you in as close as he could. The taste of mint still present and your strawberry chapstick from before still there. Wanting to intensify the kiss, he licked your bottom lip.

Gladly, you gave him entry. In the few times he’s kissed, he always wanted to have dominance but for you, he was more than willing to toss it aside. Both your tongues danced in unison, exploring each wet caverns slowly and sensually. He was grateful, and of course even more turned on, when you let out a soft moan.

The need for air finally rose. Both of you broke apart, panting. Still living in the moment, both of your eyes were shut. Grins plastered on your face at the sensation of finally being able to kiss each other.

“Well,” His voice was raspy and he was still panting. “I think the wait was worth it.”

“I couldn’t agree more~”

“So shall I make you scream my name now?” His smirk was back. The cheeky cocky pro hero you fell for.

“Keigo!”

“That’s it baby!”

The rest of the show, the two of you relaxed and enjoyed each other’s warmth. When the show was finished, the two of you checked your phones for any messages. His shoulders slumped when he saw he had a missed call from Endeavor. Followed by 7 messages.

“Looks like I’ll have to take you home lovebird~”

Moments passed and the two of you were now back on your balcony. Hawks perched on the railing while you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“I’ll be back, don’t worry.” He reassured you while petting your head.

“I know.” You lifted your head and faced him once more. The sun was now setting and his wings even more glorious with the pinks and oranges in the sky. His golden eyes staring on to you with a silent message of not wanting to leave you alone. “Be safe, Keigo.”

“I will.”

Letting him go, he leaned backwards and free fell. A second later, he was now flying in front of you. Moving in closer, he planted a short but deep kiss on your lips.

“Love you, chickadee.”

“Love you too, nugget~”

With a wink, he flapped his wings and soared into the sky. Leaving behind a feather for you to hold on to. You shook your head with amusement. This would only mean one thing.

He would most definitely be coming back and staying the night.

.  

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Anthony “Meat” Tuperello

(My gif)(requested by my heart)

- You met Meat when your friend had convinced you to join her in asking about his nickname. Wendy had urged her to do so and since she was too shy to go alone you went with her. 

- So before first period on the first day of school you found yourself walking up to the group of boys and awkwardly standing behind your friend as she innocently introduced herself and you. When he looked away from her to gaze at you his mouth went dry and his heart skipped a beat. Your friend had to repeat herself when asking about his nickname because he was too preoccupied with looking at you. 

“Sorry, sorry what did you say?”  “Why do they call you meat!?” 

-  When he danced around answering the question you began to catch on. After all, why would his friends be cracking up behind him if not for the exact reason you thought? Ultimately Meat turned the two of you away, apologizing for not being able to explain and watching as you followed your disappointed friend back to Wendy.  

- You would have no way of knowing but he had acted much shyer than usual because of your presence. He was a little embarrassed and didn’t want your first impression of him to be bad which is why he didn’t need persuading to say “no can do” to showing you how he got his nickname. 

- Later that day, he spotted you as you were sitting in the court yard during your lunch period. Meat’s in no way a shy guy so he has no problem approaching you and asking to sit beside you as he strikes up a conversation. 

- At first you’re a little wary of him because of your previous encounter but he manages to sway your opinion of him and you find yourself enjoying his company. You can’t help but find him cute in a goofy, dumb jock kind of way.

- He introduces you to his friends after the two of you talk for a few days and get to know each other. They’re all pretty much lovable dumbasses so you have no problem with joining the group and becoming friends with them yourself.

- As you get closer and start hanging out more, Meats attraction to you gets stronger. You’re not just a pretty girl to him anymore, you’re a person and you’ve got sense of humor and a personality that he loves. He won’t admit it to anyone but he’s full on falling for you.

- Theres a subtle change in Meats personality/actions when he has a crush on someone. His “flirting” is sort of the same as his usual behavior which is why it’s near impossible to see that something has changed between you two (at least on his end). He teases you and gets touchy but if you know Meat then you know that that’s sort of just how he is.

- You think nothing of it when he has an arm around you or leans his chin on your shoulder because that’s just what most of the guys do with each other. Why would you be any different?

- The two of you tease each other constantly. You’re the only one whose allowed to prank or insult him without repercussions. If you’re teasing him then you’re paying attention to him which is all he wants even if it means some of the guys laugh at him.

- Speaking of teasing/pranking. All of a sudden you’ll be hugged from behind and hoisted in the air or lugged over his shoulder. He loves hearing you shriek and giggle in surprise, plus it’s an excuse to touch you.

- Like I said before: Meat really isn’t a shy guy so it won’t take long for him to ask you out. You’ll probably be just friends for like a month before he confesses.

- Now he’s not shy but he’ll still stumble over his words, scratch the back of his neck, and run a hand over his mouth as he attempts to verbalize that he wants to take you out. It’s honestly adorable.

- Of course you agree and that night he takes you to Deadbeats for dinner. Chances are the gang crashes your date before they are told by an annoyed Meat that you two are not just hanging out as friends.

“Oh, oh I see. Well come on guys let’s leave the two lovebirds alone.”

- You’re first kiss is the next day when he approaches you before school starts and asks if you were “going steady”. When you say yes he gives you a big smile and pulls you into a gentle kiss.

- The two of you break apart a little flustered as the rest of your friends show up and ruin the moment. You have to stifle your laugh when your new boyfriend chases Peewee after the boy teases the two of you.

- He calls you “babe” a lot. It’s his favorite pet name. 

-He holds your face/jaw when he kisses you and believe me he kisses you a lot.

- He has an oral fixation. You will be used to appease that fixation.

- Obviously Meats a big guy and he’s really strong so if you ever need a little muscle than you know who to call. He likes having the chance to show off and it’s definitely worth the effort when you thank him with a kiss.

- He definitely picks you up bridal style a lot. Sometimes out of nowhere your feet will be off the ground and you’ll be in his arms. But most of the time it’s prompted by a joke of yours like if you say “you can’t go on any longer” or that you “feel weak”.

- Calling him your knight in shining armor when he picks you up. It always makes him smile.

- Going to his basketball games, the guys jokingly complain that “you never cheer for them”. Meat always shoves them into the locker room before he gives you a kiss and hits the showers.

- If you ever tried to challenge him to a game of basketball he’d probably just smile and let you dribble the ball around him like an amused yet exasperated parent. He would definitely lift you up on his shoulder so that you could dunk the ball.

- Helping him make good decisions that would sabotage some aspect of his life.

- He’s pretty easy to distract so if he’s thinking of doing something stupid just tilt his face toward you and hint at something provocative. That’ll do the trick.

- He’s not totally sex crazed like some of the guys (cough cough Peewee cough cough) but if you tempt him he’ll happily oblige.

- He’s definitely a smart ass, the two of you make sarcastic comments towards each other all the time.

- Okay but what if the reason he so desperately wanted to get into Princeton was because it was the college you were planning on going to? 

- Comforting him when he gets turndowned from Princeton. You have no idea why he’s so insistent on going there but if you were to ever find out you’d probably melt. He probably tells you when he’s plastered and you fall for him even more than you already have.

- Trying to stop him from getting totally plastered and subsequently arrested whenever he gets upset.

- He jokes about babysitting you, could be because of the size difference, could be because of your personality. You decide.

- Hes a big lovebug and everybody knows it no matter how much he roughhouses and threatens his friends.

- Hes a pushover especially when it comes to you. He might gruffly refuse at first but the instant you give him a little pout he’s ready to do whatever you ask him.

- Theres something charming about his voice and accent. He’s actually kind of surprised that you like it, he thinks it sounds too rough and sort of wishes he could talk a little more delicately. It makes him happy that you like him just the way he is.

- He tried desperately to hide the fairy costume from you but in the end there was no way he could avoid you any longer. You tried your best not to laugh when you saw it for the first time but you couldn’t help it.

“Yeah, yeah it’s real funny.”

“Oh don’t get upset Tony, you know if I had to do something like this you’d bust a gut.”

- Hes not really a jealous or possessive guy, I mean it’s him. Whose going to go against one of the biggest guys in school. The only time he really gets jealous (besides when he jokingly acts jealous after his friends tease him) is when he thinks someone has something he doesn’t and it makes him sort of insecure.

- He doesn’t react in the way you probably expect, he just sort of gets quiet and looks like he’s down in the dumps. But his mood is easily fixed by a few kisses and you paying more attention to him then the guy who he’s jealous of.

- You probably have a good few fights but they never last very long. He’s good at annoying you until you talk to him again and sweet talking you into actually forgiving him. It does help that none of your fights are ever very serious.

- Meats Italian right? He seems Italian so going off of that you were probably greeted with a big kiss and hug when he introduced you to his mother and father. You’re probably the first girl he’s actually gone steady with so they’re very welcoming and happy to meet you.

- You go over to his house for dinner a lot.

- Speaking of Italian~ whenever girls ask him why he’s called meat he now just says something along the lines of “you know like a meatball …ha ha.” (Or something having to do with him being big and muscley)

- I have a feeling he eats a lot so he sort of just stores food on him like a squirrel. If one day you look in your school bag and find a granola bar you didn’t put in there just know that it’s him.

- His hand in your back pocket when you wear jeans.

- Having him carry your books between classes.

- Helping with pranks.

- Beach dates.

- He prefers when you call him Anthony or Tony, it just seems so weird for you to call him Meat especially when you aren’t around the guys.

- He doesn’t necessarily compliment you, more so just whistled or occasionally tries to playfully grope you.

- Comparing hand sizes. He thinks it’s cute seeing how much smaller yours are.

- Hes a human heater so if you’re ever cold just snuggle up to him. He’s more than happy to share his warmth.

- Sitting in his lap.

- Anytime you wear his clothes he can’t help but blush and chuckle. They’re adorably big on you and it makes him flustered.

- He says a very casual “love ya” when you hang up the phone or say goodbye. When you say goodbye it’s usually accompanied by a peck on the lips.

- Cheek and forehead kisses.

- Head kisses because he’s so damn tall.

- He thinks it’s very cute when you stand on your tiptoes to try to kiss him. He’ll tease you and straighten up so that you have no way of reaching him before he picks you up and kisses the life out of you.

- The guys joke that Meat ruins women for anyone else but there is truth in that statement that none of them want to admit. Just know that you’ll be very satisfied with him as your man.

- Hes got a ton of colleges lined up to accept him so chances are the two of you can go to the same one and continue your relationship without any hassle.

[noona-clock]

Untitled - Part 9

Genre: AU/Fluff

Pairing: Junmyeon x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10  |  Word Count: 3,003

Trish and Jongdae had decided to get married fairly quickly. Not for any particular reason but just because they didn’t feel like waiting.

And that was totally fine with you.

You would much rather focus on fulfilling your duties as maid of honor than focus on when or if Junmeyon would propose. There was absolutely no evidence that he was going to ask you to marry him anytime soon, so why even worry about it?

Besides. If you really wanted to get married in the very near future, you could always ask him.

But, like I said, there was no need to think about it right now. You had a wedding vlog to film! And a bridal shower to plan! And a bachelorette weekend to attend! And a dress to find and buy and get altered!

Since Junmyeon was Jongdae’s best man, he was busy with his own duties, as well. And on top of that, he was still traveling and uploading to Instagram and YouTube like he normally did.

Suffice it to say, what little time the two of you did have together was spent working on the wedding vlog.

In about five months, you and Junmyeon had vlogged picking out Trish’s dress, visiting a few venues, the cake tasting, the bridal shower, both the bachelor and bachelorette parties and finally, the rehearsal dinner.

Each of you had also sat down to film a confessional segment, talking to the camera about your relationship with the bride and groom. You had also filmed one together because the two of you wouldn’t be together if it weren’t for them.

The night before the wedding, Junmyeon stayed up until almost two in the morning adding the rehearsal dinner footage and putting on the finishing touches. You tried to stay awake to help him and keep him motivated, but you (pretty typically) fell asleep just after midnight.

Since you were due to be at the venue fairly early, you woke up and got ready before Junmyeon. You tried to be as quiet as possible to let him sleep for as long as he could, but you also couldn’t resist sitting on the edge of your bed and leaning over to press a goodbye kiss to his forehead.

Junmyeon let out a soft groan, stirring slightly as his eyes fluttered open. “Y’leavin’?” he asked sleepily.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I’ll see you there in a few hours.”

“’Kay,” he sighed. He pursed his lips for a kiss, and you happily obliged.

“You uploaded the video and everything? It’s all good to go?”

Junmyeon nodded, humming positively in response to your question, and your lips curved into a grin as you bent down to kiss his forehead once more.

“All right, I’ll see you later,” you whispered.

Junmyeon’s smile was sleepy but radiant, your heart fluttering and skipping a few beats at the sight of it. “I love you,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to walk down the aisle with you.”

While you knew he meant to walk down the aisle as best man and maid of honor, you wondered if-- actually, you were quite certain -- he was also referring to walking down the aisle... at your own wedding.

Whenever that may be.

Again, you weren’t worrying about that right now.

“I love you, too,” you replied. “Text me when you get there.”

“Am I supposed to see you before the ceremony?” he asked curiously.

A quick laugh bubbled up in your throat, and you rolled your eyes at his innocent question. “That’s only for the bride and groom,” you pointed out with amusement.

“But we’ll be getting married one day, too,” he replied with a gently furrowed brow.

“Oh, we will?” you asked teasingly. You held up your bare left hand and tilted your head. “I don’t see any evidence of that.”

A very soft, almost unnoticeable flush overtook Junmyeon’s cheeks, and he moved one hand to pat your thigh. “All right, get going. I’ll text you when I get there.”

You chuckled lightly before pushing yourself off the bed and heading for the stairs. You grabbed your dress which had been hanging in a garment bag on your coat rack, and with one final call of ‘I love you!’ you exited through the door.

The rest of the morning went by in a blur. You spent most of it with Trish in the bridal suite getting your hair and makeup done (and also reminiscing and trying not to cry), but when Junmeyon’s arrival message came through on your phone, you hurried out to meet him.

You were already dressed and ready by this point, and when you spotted your boyfriend in the lobby, a smile immediately curved on your dark purple lips.

Junmyeon, who had been heading toward the groom’s suite with his suit draped over his arm, froze when he saw you.

“Hey,” you greeted, beaming at him as you approached.

“Wow,” he breathed. He opened his arms to accept your hug, though he embraced you carefully and delicately. “You look... amazing.”

“Thanks,” you blushed. “I bet you will, too, in that suit.”

Junmyeon simply lifted a hand to cradle your cheek, though he just barely touched you so he wouldn’t disturb your makeup. He gazed at you, his eyes searching your face as a soft smile pulled at his lips.

“What?” you whispered.

“I just... I feel like it’s our first date all over again,” he admitted with a bashful chuckle.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re making me nervous.”

“Why am I making you nervous?” you giggled, standing on your toes and rubbing the tip of your nose lightly against his.

“Because you’re so beautiful,” he said softly, his voice filled with a sense of awe and wonder. “But it might be even worse now because I know you’re just as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside.”

“Oh, come on,” you blushed. “You know how dorky I am.”

“Exactly. That’s exactly what I’m talking about.”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, and you couldn’t hold back from kissing him any longer. You quickly pecked his lips, pulling away to make sure your lipstick hadn’t ended up on him.

“I love you,” you told him before kissing him again, letting your lips linger a bit this time.

“And I am so grateful you do,” he murmured back. “I love you more than I ever thought --”

“Come on, Lovebirds!” Jongdae called out from the doorway of the groom’s suite. “It’s not your wedding day!”

Junmyeon’s cheeks flushed, and his typical embarrassed smile spread across his lips. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” he replied to his friend.

“Go put your suit on,” you whispered before stepping away just a tad. “Don’t outshine the groom, though. Try not to look better than him.”

“That’s going to be tough,” Junmyeon replied with a furrowed brow and a frown.

“I know, but you have to try.”

Junmyeon took hold of one of your hands, bringing it up to his lips and saying in quite the dramatic tone, “I will do anything you request of me, my lady.”

“Junmyeon!” Jongdae whined, and you reached out to gently push your boyfriend away.

You returned back to Trish’s bridal suite, and apparently, the look on your face was too obvious to ignore because Trish immediately began teasing you.

And you let her just this once because it was her wedding day. What are friends for?

When the time finally came for the bridal party to make their way out to the ceremony, your heart began to race. You grabbed your bouquet and let out a deep sigh as you turned to face Trish.

“How nervous are you?” you asked in a shaky voice.

A smirk appeared on Trish’s red lips, and she lifted her shoulders into a shrug. “I’m not.”

“What?! I’m nervous! How are you not?!”

“Because I’m just happy!” she chuckled. “I’m about to marry the man of my dreams. But I’m sure on your wedding day, I’ll be nervous.”

“You have got to stop,” you laughed, shaking your head. “I give you full permission to bug me about a wedding after today.”

“Okay, okay,” Trish relented. You held out her own bouquet, and she took it gingerly before picking up one side of her dress and following you out of the room.

Since Jongdae was already waiting at the end of the aisle, only his groomsmen were there to greet the bridal party.

And when you saw Junmyeon...

You suddenly related to the way he reacted to you earlier this morning.

You froze, your eyes widening and your mouth opening to form a small ‘oh.’

Because damn.

Wow.

Wowowowowowowowowow. Wow.

“I clean up nice, huh?” he murmured once you got close enough.

“I told you not to outshine the groom!” you hissed, looking very distressed. And he most definitely did! He looked more handsome than anyone you’d ever seen before!

Junmyeon simply beamed, looking very pleased with your comment.

You honestly had to gather yourself before the two of you slowly strolled down the aisle behind the other bridesmaids and groomsmen, and you also had to stop yourself from letting out a whine of despair when you had to separate at the end of it.

All throughout the ceremony, you kept leaning over just a tad and making eye contact with Junmyeon. You paid attention to what was happening, of course, and your eyes filled with tears as Trish and Jongdae were saying their vows.

You let out a very watery cheer when they kissed, and before you knew it, you met up with Junmyeon to walk back down the aisle and get started on taking pictures.

But now that the ceremony was over, your nerves transferred from that to the reception. 

Namely the toast.

Junmyeon tried to ease your worries as the bridal party took all sorts of pictures in various locations around the venue, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to truly relax until after the video toast had ended.

Thankfully, once the whole bridal party had joined the other guests in the reception hall and got settled, Junmyeon took action and tapped his fork against his champagne glass.

You stood with him, reaching for his free hand and grasping his fingers for dear life.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention for just a few minutes,” he called out. And when the room had gone silent, he continued. “My name is Junmyeon, I’m the best man, and this is Y/N, the maid of honor. In lieu of giving our own separate toasts, we decided to do something a bit different. Trish and Jongdae mean so much to us, and we knew we wouldn’t be able to express that simply using words. So, if you’ll direct your attention to that screen over there...”

He nodded to the DJ, and the lights dimmed before the video began.

Your face popped up on the screen, and you almost covered your eyes because you were so embarrassed. But the delightful, uplifting music Junmyeon had added in the background made you smile instead.

You watched as you and Trish picked out her dress, as the four of you toured a venue, as Trish and Jongdae tasted some cake. And then Junmyeon came up on the screen and started talking about how he’d met Jongdae. He inserted some old pictures of them together, eliciting some laughs from the guests.

His face reappeared, and you noticed his cheeks had turned a bit pink as he smiled. “Jongdae also introduced me to my girlfriend, so... I definitely owe you big for that one, buddy.”

You squeezed Junmyeon’s hand as the guests responded with a collective “awwwwwww,” and you felt some eyes turn toward the two of you.

It was your segment next, so you hid half of your face behind Junmyeon’s shoulder since you knew you were going to start crying as you spoke. You’d filmed this part over and over and over again, but you’d eventually had to just accept the fact that you were going to cry. Trish just meant that much to you.

And, guess what? You cried again as you listened to yourself.

Junmyeon turned and placed a kiss on your wet cheek before reaching up to wipe away as many tears as he could while the video continued on in the background.

You heard both of your voices, then, and you knew the video was almost over. Junmyeon had added in the footage of both of you talking about Trish and Jongdae near the end, so in just a couple of minutes, you would be able to breathe easy.

When the ending music faded and the lights came back on, the whole room erupted in applause and cheers. Junmyeon held up his glass and called out, “To Trish and Jongdae!”

You lifted your own glass, clinking it with his and taking a sip of your champagne.

And now you could relax and actually enjoy yourself.

If you hadn’t already known before, seeing Junmyeon at Trish and Jongdae’s wedding would’ve made you realize that you needed to see him at your own wedding, too. As the groom.

But you had already known it before, so it’s not like you had experienced some huge aha moment or anything.

The fact that you wanted to marry him just became more cemented in your brain, if anything.

But the two of you had just spent quite a few months dealing with all sorts of wedding stuff, so it felt like you would be going overboard if you brought anything else up to Junmyeon. You could imagine him saying, “I’ve had enough of weddings for a while, let’s wait and get engaged later.”

So, you pushed back all of your marital thoughts, letting them simmer on the back burner for the time being.

Junmyeon didn’t bring anything up either, so you simply assumed he was on the same wavelength. Truly, you weren’t expecting a proposal from him anytime soon.

But then. One afternoon just a couple of weeks after the wedding... You received this text message:

Your brow furrowed in confusion... but you still grabbed your purse and headed out to the nearest subway station.

You caught the next train downtown, getting off at the museum stop and looking around when you arrived at the entrance. You didn’t see anyone you knew, including Junmyeon, so you simply went inside.

The two of you had purchased membership passes not too long ago, so you simply showed your card to the attendant and headed to the first exhibit.

You walked quickly through, examining each painting briefly as you tried to find the one in the picture. It wasn’t one you recognized instantly, so you weren’t even sure where it might be.

After about ten minutes of looking, you finally stumbled upon the piece. But before you could even look at the plaque next to it...

Trish appeared at your side.

“These are for you,” she said with a beaming grin, holding out a pair of headphones for you.

“Wha -- Trish, what are you --”

“Check your phone,” she added.

“What in the --”

Another message from Junmyeon popped up on your screen, and when you opened it to see what it said... It was a link. To a YouTube video.

You took the headphones then, plugging them into your phone and placing each earbud in carefully. After taking a deep breath, you clicked the link.

The video started out with the very first vlog footage from yours and Junmyeon’s first vacation together.

“Junmyeon and Y/N! Hello!” 

And then multiple clips from that trip played in quick succession, all of the two of you together. A version of the song “Fools Rush In” you’d never heard before began playing in the background, and you found your brow had furrowed without you even realizing it.

Junmyeon had edited just about every single video clip of the two of you together into one video, including clips from Trish and Jongdae’s wedding vlog, all set to that beautiful song. Your eyes were filled with tears by the time the music was fading away, and then Junmyeon’s face popped up on the screen.

“Look up,” he said in the video.

Your head jerked back a little, and you slowly looked up, incredibly confused and extremely emotional.

Junmyeon -- the real one -- was now standing in front of you, and you quickly pulled the headphones out of your ears.

“What’s going --” you began, your voice choked with too many emotions.

“I swear to you, I’m not going to get nervous and panic and run away this time,” he began, standing close to you so he could speak softly.

A watery chuckle bubbled up in your throat, and you nodded, pressing your lips together to keep from crying.

“Do you remember this painting?” he asked, turning around to glance at it. “It’s the one that finally broke your resolve and made you admit how annoyed you were with all of the untitled pieces.”

Oh, my goodness, he was right. You hadn’t even remembered!

“You’ve been a lot of things to me,” he continued. “But you’ve never been untitled. You’ve been the girl I had a huge crush on. You’ve been my girlfriend. You’ve been my traveling partner. You’ve been my letter-writer. You’ve been my Instagram Wife... And now, I’m hoping... you’ll be my actual wife.”

Your heart began to pound, and a tear slipped through, rolling down your cheek slowly. You watched as Junmyeon reached into his pocket and revealed a sparkling, beautiful ring.

An engagement ring.

“Will you marry me?” he asked with the most adorable, hopeful smile on his lips.

“Of course,” you answered immediately. You nodded quickly, lifting your hand up and letting him slide the ring on.

You heard someone clapping in the background, and then Trish and Jongdae appeared, huddling together in a group hug.

Well. So much for not expecting a proposal anytime soon!

Part 10

[thewinterwaifu]

So I noticed lots of blogs self ship.And others do not,but I have heard them talk about their faves and they sound cute!So I write down some hcs.The list is long so it's undercut!Also a bit of NSFW

By the way,if you are a mutual and don't see yourself on here,it doesn't mean I don't like your work or ship you with your fav,I may not be confident to write for that character!Or I don't know that much about you and feel like these wouldn't be that good because of it!

With that out of the way,let's go!

@konoisisda x Dio:

•He is amused by her tastes,and is eager to hear about her deepest fantasies.He is looking forward to see her reaction when he makes all of them come true

•He spoils her with stuff he knows she loves,wanting to keep his human happy and by his side.He whispers sweet stuff in her ear too,taking pride in how he flusters her

•”Nobody else can make you feel this now can they~?” He says with a smirk,running his fingers through her gorgeous hair with care,looking into her eyes

@jojotrashmob x Dio:

•The blonde vampire is amused to see a human wants to be the dominant one in bed.He thinks he can dominate the one and only Dio?Well,he is welcome to try!And oh he succeeds indeed,Dio is pleased and surprised

•Seeing how fascinated the human is by his vampirism,Dio decides to turn him into a vampire as well.After all,he wants to spend the rest of his life with the person he loves

•He lets Maverick be the big spoon,he has earned it.And he actually kind of digs it in secret,he likes to be cared for by his partner and feeling adored by someone

@jojo-blurbs x Dio:

•Dio is quite interested in dating a writer,as he sometimes needs a good read to do something during the day when he can't go outside because of sunlight

•Knowing about how she dislikes crowds and noises,he keeps her safe and sound in his mansion,and asks his servants to leave her be,he doesn't want her to get anxious

•He adores pet play with her in the bedroom,she is just so perfect and adorable for the role.He may even use a collar and a leash if she is into that

@cuefunkymusic x Avdol:

•These two lovebirds are cuddling 90% of the time when they have some privacy,they just can’t help themselves!They are very much in love with each other after all.

•He loves seeing her laugh,chuckle and giggle.It just makes his heart feel warm and complete.Because of this he tries his best to keep her entertained or tells her jokes

•Forehead kisses are very common,he loves to lean down and just give her all the loves she deserves!Seeing her blush is also part of the reason why he likes this so much!

@the-writing-dump-bin x Jotaro:

•He is very understanding when she is busy,he knows the feeling first hand and lets her take the time with everything.When they finally get together though?He gives big old bear hugs

•He enjoys the height difference in the relationship,and might be a bit of a tease sometimes,making her get on her toes to kiss him or brag about how he can get stuff from higher shelves,just as a tease

•Jotaro enjoys being the big spoon when cuddling,it makes him feel like he is keeping her safe and protected in his strong arms.He likes it when she falls asleep on his chest too

@babie-jojo-writings x Jotaro:

•Jotaro is protective of her,he doesn’t want anyone taking advantage of her shyness and kindness.If anyone messes with her,they will have to deal with the consequences

•He is very accepting of her boundaries and it doesn’t affect things at all.He loves her for who he is,and is willing to wait to whenever she is ready,he is patient and loving

•Despite how much he denies it,he loves picking her up bridal style and giving her piggy back rides too,it’s so easy for him because of his strength,and he loves having her in his arms

@just-another-jojo-account x Josuke 4:

•So many hugs,so many of them.He can’t help it!He just wants to hug her every time he sees her!He likes picking her up and spinning her around too!It’s very cute!

•Crazy Diamond is very affective with her as well,sometimes appearing out of nowhere to kiss her cheek or put an arm around her!He is obviously Josuke’s soul

•Koichi and Okuyasu know,it’s quite obvious to see these two are in love.And honetstly,they think it’s quite adorable,but that won’t stop them from teasing him a bit about it to see her blush!

@nyashi-kaages x Yukako:

•Yukako loves to wear matching clothing or accessories with her girlfriend!She thinks it looks really cute and finds it fun!She likes it when they do each other’s hair too!

•She is very supportive of her hobbies and often asks if she can read her writing!She finds her writing style beautiful and is always happy to see her grow as a writer!

•When they first met,Yukako found her initial shyness adorable!And when she opened up to her,she felt very special and chosen,she was about to cry of joy in front of her!

@dongiovannaswife x aged up!Giorno:

•Italian and spanish aren't all that different,so they just may talk to each other in their native tongues and try to understand each other,it's cute!And quite amusing to watch too

•Giorno tries to watch Marvel movies with her to make her happy!He is one to constantly say "(character) could have easily won if-" "why didn't they just-" (guilty of this myself oops)

•When she braids or brushes his blonde hair,he is a blushing mess,it’s his weakness really!Especially if she hums or sings something,he will cover her in kisses when she is done!

@naranciabestboi x Narancia:

•Lots of watching shows or movies together!He is always excited about getting on the couch and cuddling up with her,with some popcorn or chocolate,just ready to relax for a bit

•He is always laughing or smiling around her,it’s quite obvious how happy she makes him!They tell lots of jokes to each other and probably have a big amount of inside ones nobody else gets

•He appreciates her helping him study,especially if he hugs or kisses as a reward for getting questions right!He tries his hardest to do well for her,he wants her to be proud

@nevershoutnani x Formaggio:

•Since they are both pretty open to try new stuff,these two have a lot of fun in the bedroom!They experiment a lot and cuddle afterwards,falling asleep together

•They shower and bathe together a lot.Obvious shower sex aside,he also loves washing her long and gorgeous hair for her!He is a bit childlish and might splash her in the bath!

•You can't convince me this couple wouldn't adopt lots and lots of cats.She is protective of them though,reminding him not to do anything weird!

@aquihayjojos x Bruno:

•Bruno loves having a spanish s/o!He gets a bit flustered whenever she decides to use a spanish pet name,and he uses italian ones with her too!

•He teaches her italian,and he thinks her accent is really adorable!He tries to learn spanish as well too,for her,but he is a bit shy about it

•Bruno likes to pick her up bridal style,she looks so cute in his arms!He just loves to have her in his arms in general,he wants to protect the person he loves

@ari-arrivederci x Bruno:

•Bruno is quick to get attached to her pet bunny!He has a soft spot for animals and he loves how she is so sweet to them.He probably has pics of the bunny on his phone as well

•He is sad about watching her get stressed with so much work,and tries to help her relax when she actually gets some free time.She wants to watch a movie?Walk through the park?He is okay with anything

•He usually buys her plushies as well,bunny ones more often that not,or any pink ones,if he sees any at the store.He loves seeing her happy face when she gets them

@bjnurse x Doppio:

•If she ever knits him something,he will wear him for the rest of time when he isn’t at work.He doesn’t want it to get broken in his dangerous life of work after all!He loves it so so much,and it reminds him of her no matter where he is

•He thinks about her all day until he can go home,it serves him as a motivation to get through everything the boss asks him to go stuff.Once the job is done,he gets to see his sweetheart!

•He just loves the fact that behind such an innocent person and cute person,there is such a dirty mind,he is very curious and willing to try a lot of new stuff in the bedroom

@lasquadrahoe x Risotto:

•Lots of matching Metallica shirts,seriously,lots.And they suit them quite well,Risotto loves the way they look on her!Sometimes they put Metallica music in the background during bedroom action

•Risotto really enjoys the height difference in the relationship ,even if he used to being taller than everyone he ever comes across.When she gets on her toes to kiss him?His heartbeat gets faster

•He has a dirty secret,he pretends to be annoyed when she borrows his shirts but he actually thinks it’s really hot,he just wants to pull her close and kiss her (among other things) so bad

@headoverjojo x Risotto:

•With all his work,he hasn't been able to just sit down and enjoy art for a long time.Seeing her drawings always manages to cheer him up a little!

•When he can afford to take a few days off,he wants to travel through Italy with her to see the most beautiful places and create some memories with her

•He enjoys just sitting down on the couch and cuddling with her.He doesn't get to just relax with the person he loves everyday,being a Capo is hard

@dokidoki-tae x Prosciutto:

•He may pretend to be a bit grumpy,but he enjoys their trips to Disneyland a lot!He thinks she looks just so adorable with those ears on as well

•He is always there when she needs him,he remains calm in difficult situations and wants to see her get better,he really does.He wants to be someone of comfort to her

•Prosciutto loves hearing her speak spanish!It's kind of a turn on really,especially if she is whispering in his ear as she slowly unbuttons his shirt

@ifollowfugo x aged up!Fugo:

•He helps her a lot with her studies,he doesn't want to see her stressing,and he is so proud of her for all the effort she is making

•Fugo loves to have his hair played with,whenever his hands go near his blonde locks,he blushes and feels his heart beat speeding up

•He is a bit afraid of hurting her.What if his anger gets out of control?He tries to work things out,he wants to make her the happiest she can be

@bunnywritings x Fugo:

•These two go on dinner dates often.He is a bit embarrassed though,it's a bit obvious he can't keep his eyes off her for long,she is just too perfect!

•He asks her if she wouldn't mind going to the museum with him.He is worried it might bore her,but he really wants to go,and it's even better with her!

•Fugo is very supportive of her writing,and likes to read it,he is determined to make her see just how good her writing is!He wants to make her realize how talented she is

@wxnnabe x Hermes:

•These two are adorable and not afraid to show their love.Hermes wraps her arm around her,even in public,and if someone has an issue,they will have to deal with her

•Hermes likes to be the big spoon when cuddling,but any cuddles are good in her book so just for her,she will be the little spoon sometimes!

•Hermes loves pet names!If she allows her,she will call her 'babe' or 'darling' all the time.She likes seeing her blush or get flustered,it makes her want to kiss her all over!

@nightlightwrites x Gyro:

•Gyro is quite interested in his writing,he didn’t use to get much time for himself to self indulge with a good read.But now that things are different,he is happy to be dating a talented writer!

•He also makes sure his boyfriend is taking breaks and not over working himself,often singing silly songs or telling jokes to get him to stop working for just a bit

•He is the only one who can get away with Gyro’s hat!Quite a privilege isn’t it?He thinks he looks so cute on him,so it’s not like the blonde can resist to give in and let him

@lovethemsopinku x Hot pants:

•They go on many romantic walks to the beach,either by food and holding hands or on their horses,she doesn't mind as long as they get some time together

•She is happy to teach her how to ride a horse!She is also a very proud girlfriend every time she gets better,she can't wait to go on adventures with her!

•Hot pants is a bit nervous,she has nevee dated anyone,but she soon sees that they are meant for each other and calms down a bit,she wants to make her happy

[lovingthereign25]

Never Again

CH 3.

Roman had really went a little over board for Luna's birthday. He flew the two of you and his parents out to the city he was in then once home in Tampa he flew your father and three out of four siblings out so both families could be with Luna. He rented out the aquarium for the day because Luna was currently obsessed with fish and sea creatures. That's not including her gifts. One being a toy car a Range Rover that he had custom made just for her with her name printed on the front seats and birthday on license plate.  

You were sitting watching your dad show Luna the sharks when you felt a hand creep around waist. You see Roman who was now placing his hand on your growing belly trying to not be noticeable.

"Can you believe she's too already" you say leaning your head on his shoulder.

"Nope, can you believe we're gonna have two little ones running around this time next year!" He laughs 

"We're definitely in for it aren't we?" You laugh along 

" Oh god yeah, especially If the new baby is anything like Luna We're screwed!" He joked kissing your temple lighting. 

" Should we tell everyone yet?" You ask looking up at him.

"We can if you want. I was hoping to figure out this mess with us first but we can do that next"  he says smiling at Luna who was now feeding some kind of lizard with his mom.You smile along with him. Seeing how excited Luna was in that moment.

"She's here in spirit you know" Roman says pulling you closer to his side.

" I know I just wish she was here physically, I could really use a venting session" you say 

"Vent to me. Talk to me I may not be as good at it as your mom was but Y/ n baby let me in" he says bringing your chin up so you can you at him

" Let me be here for you like a husband should be for his wife" 

"Hey lovebirds you wanna join us we're going to see the penguins.!" Your younger sister Sofia called. 

" Come on penguins are your favorite, and I  just might have a surprise for you" Roman smiles taking your hand.

You all arrive at the penguin exhibit the instructor take about their habitat. She started naming off  the birds all besides one.

" what's this little one name"? You ask pointing to the baby penguin waddling around.

"Well that's up to you, she's your penguin" the lady said smiling at you.

" I'm confused" you say

" I adopted her for you. She' ll live here and be taken care of properly but she's yours, you can come anytime you want to visit and see her." Roman says standing behind you resting his hands on your shoulder kissing the back of your head.

"Aw Roman thank you! I love it You're amazing you know that! " you say hugging him

"What you gonna name her?" Patricia asked 

"Alice." You smile.

"That's the perfect name" Patricia says coming to hug you

"Somewhere she's up there right now saying " I know this girl didn't name no damn bird after me"! You know?" your dad laughs speaking about your mother 

"That's for sure" Roman says as you all laugh.

Once home you take Luna inside and put her to bed, then help Roman unpack his car from party.

" I know you're not trying to lift that toy car?" Roman said lightly slapping your hand off it.

"It's not even heavy" you argue

" I don't care, No pregnant wife of mine is lifting anything over 25 lbs I'm the man I'll get it " he said 

"Oh watch out, Someone thinks he's a big tough man!" You joke

"Watch yourself woman" he laughs

" Or what Reigns?" You test him playfully pushing him

 " Damn okay you win " he smiles putting his hands up in defence.

"What's wrong Big Dog can't handle me?" You smirk pinching his cheek.

"You and I both know I can handle you baby girl, I think the question is can you handle me?" he said nudging you playfully as he walked by.

"Oh I can handle it, I handle it real well, let me know if you need reminding" you smile slapping his ass playfully.

" The hell was that" he laughs jumping a little bit.

Roman was in the backyard putting together a play house his parents had bought for Luna, it was still light out and a little warm he was all sweaty and god did he look good, you didn't know if it was hormones or what but you would take him right in yard if you had your way. You shake your head to get the dirty thoughts out. You had to distract yourself so you go upstairs out on a pair a yoga shorts and a tank top and head out to clean the pool. You walk outside passing Roman who's attention you immediately had, he watched as you walked over to the pool the shorts you had on being all kinds of too short so your butt as poking out some, and the tank nice and tight now that you have gained a few extra pounds and don't even get him started on your breasts, he was licking his lips just thinking about sucking on them. You could feel his eyes on you so you decided to play in to it. On your way back to the house you " accidentally" drop the keys to your pool shed right in front of where Roman had been working. You bend over your ass facing Roman knowing your were giving him quite a show. You hear Roman groan in frustration smiling to yourself.

"You okay Ro?" You ask trying to act innocent.

"Mhm...just fine" he mumbles hammer the last few nails a little harder. 

" I'm gonna take a shower, can you listen for Luna?" You ask as you both enter the house.

" Sure thing mind if I watch some TV?" He asks

" Of course not, it is still your house too". You say.

After your shower you decide to tease Roman some more so you make you way down stairs in just your towel still dripping wet from the shower.

You walk into the kitchen seeing Roman grabbing himself a drink you walk up behind him bumping him lightly with your hip to get his attention as you went for your purse making Roman jump a little.

"Y/n..you scared.." He began but stopped himself as he took notice of you only wearing a towel "Mmm..how was your shower" he asked licking his lips looking you up and down.

"Hot and Wet" you tease smiling.

"You little tease, I know what you're doing now" he laughs walking up to you.

" And what's that?'' You ask pretending you adjust your towel.

"Y/n if you want something all you have to do is ask?" He smirks at you coming closer so you two were now face to face.

"Well in that case...can you pass me my phone its on the counter behind you" you smile

" Yeah I'll grab that when I'm done" he smiled down at you.

" Done with what?" You asked confused

" Giving you what you really want!" He says picking you up and sitting you on the counter.

" Roman, on my counter top really?, we just had these put in" you say.

"Even more reason to break them in baby" he says ripping the towel off you exposing your semi wet body to him." God Y/n you're so fucking perfect" he says attaching his lips to neck kissing down to your chest taking your right nipple in his mouth.

"Oh god Roman" you moan.

Roman didn't waste much time he released himself from his pants pumping himself a few times before entering you slowly.

"Fuck Y/n, how are you so fucking tight?" He grunted trying to get a rhythm going.

"I don't know Daddy" you moan driving your nails in his back as he went deeper.

"I love it when you call me Daddy, Who's pussy is this baby?" He moaned.

"it's yours Daddy, it's your pussy!" You yell out getting closer to your climax.

"Shit Y/n" he grunted 

"Ro, I'm gonna cum" you moan loudly 

" Go on baby, I'm right behind you " he said

Your climax hit you hard your whole body shaking some.Roman following a few seconds behind you moaning your name as he did. He placed his head against yours pecking your lips.

Roman helped you down off the counter pulling you in for another kiss. 

"I should head out, it's getting late" Roman says kissing your head and slapping your ass lightly " Good game" he joked

"You're stupid" you laugh

" I love you guys, all three of you" he says placing his hand over your belly.

You smile at him loving how he now included the baby in there.

"Roman!" You yell out before he's out the door.

"Yeah?" He asked

"Come Home." You say wrapping the towel around you walking up to him "I want you home, Luna wants you home. We  miss Daddy you say placing your hand on your own belly.

" It's about damn time" he smiles kissing your hard.

"Roman there's just no condition." You say playing with his bread

"What's that baby?" He asked

"These lips are mine! I am and will always be the only women kissing them" you say pecking his lips

" Absolutely done, as long as I'm the only one kissing these lips" he says running his hand up by our towel touch your heat.

" You're such a pervert sometimes you know that?" You laugh rolling your eyes

" You love me though" he smiles

" You're damn right I do, now take me to bed" you smirk

Roman carried you bridal style up to your bedroom. It felt so good to have your husband back home in bed with you. You couldn't wait to see Luna's face in the morning when she saw her Daddy!

[astrodances]

Power Couple

I’m baaaaaaaack! And I come bearing words AND a drawing based on a fluffy little idea I’ve had for a while! 💜

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The click of a metal door opening, followed by another of its closing.

“Well well well. I was told I would find you here, but this isn’t quite what I was expecting to find.”

Goldie has to shout her greeting a little above the melody of big band jazz music playing from a nearby radio. It’s lively, but not obnoxiously so. Scrooge’s current appearance, on the other hand...

He gives her a sheepish half-wave after having been caught in the act, with the photographer’s wave coming a bit more hesitantly over his shoulder, unsure of who she is or why she’s here. Scrooge stands against a green canvas backdrop, a handful of dollar bills stuffed into the band of his top hat, with more in each hand and a mess of them scattered at his feet. Beneath the harsh glare of the lights surrounding him, and with a perpetual grin still playing across his face, he looks as every bit the overconfident trillionaire that he is.

Goldie smirks while wishing she had a camera of her own to capture the scene as potential blackmail. But she knows how these things are and asks, “Magazine cover?”

Loosening up, Scrooge shakes his head. “Try board game cover.”

That gets a rise of genuine surprise out of her, and she waddles over to the card table holding the photographer’s computer and more stacks of money at the ready, picking up a clipboard with a list of needed camera shots. “$CROOGEOPOLY: The thrilling game of finance and property acquisition” is written across the top, and she can’t help but snort as she looks up at him. “Was this your idea?”

“Well, not exactly. Glomgold...inspired it, you could say,” Scrooge recalls, eyes traveling over the room, before landing on her again. “Long story. But enough of that. Something I can help you with?” He’s happy to see her, but last he heard, she was in Australia on personal business.

The photographer clears his throat, reminding them of his presence and, for Scrooge, his still-in-progress photo shoot.

“Oh, right. Uhh...”

Goldie looks between them and an idea strikes her. She gathers up a stack of money from the table, causing Scrooge to flinch and instinctively reach out, before pointing at the photographer. “You, camera boy. Keep shooting,” she instructs, walking over to the edge of the backdrop.

He glances towards his model in question of whether he should actually proceed or call security to escort this intruder out, and the latter shrugs in amused resignation, gesturing towards the camera.

“You heard the lady, Tuomas,” Scrooge agrees, eyes sliding over to Goldie with an adoring, mischievous smirk. “After all, she is the inspiration for ‘Dawson Drive’ on the board. You can bill me for the extra shots.”

Tuomas perks up at that and immediately gets into stance behind the tripod to adjust some settings, calling out, “Whatever you say, Mr. McDuck!”

That settled, Scrooge steps closer to Goldie, who’s still blushing over being incorporated into the game, and takes her hands to guide her through the surrounding lighting fixtures and over the slippery surface of greenbacks underfoot. Despite their earlier banter, he leans in to give her a brief peck as a true greeting before they turn partway towards the camera.

“Ready to make it rain?” he asks, hands poised to toss money into the air.

“Hang on.” Goldie takes a few bills and slides them deep within her neckline, with a few more folded-up ones in the rolls of her sleeves for good measure, making Scrooge lose all rational thought momentarily. When she looks back up to nod, urging him on with an eager “let’s do this,” he snaps his gaze back to her own.

“You’re a minx, ye know that?”

Her eyes glitter with devious intention. “I know.”

The cadence of saxophones and drums permeates their senses once more, and on three, they toss thousands of dollars into the air, prompting Tuomas to capture their magic. This time, Goldie takes Scrooge’s hands and they shuffle back and forth in a delightful dance of laughter and cheers, letting the music guide them into various poses.

During one shot that has them standing back-to-back with arms crossed, a king and queen ready to rule the world, Scrooge relays over his shoulder, so only she can hear, “So, what brings you into town?” He’s certain he knows the answer already, but he’s curious to see if she’ll be honest with him.

“Business meeting,” she responds simply, innocently. At this point the camera flashes no longer faze her.

“Uh huh.” He rolls his eyes. “And so this ‘meeting’ has nothing to do with the Eye of Vishnu that was just brought in for display at the Duckburg Museum?”

Goldie‘s voice drips smoothly like sweet honey, and she spares him an assessing glance. “Oh, is that what all those billboards are for? Huh, I’ll have to go buy a ticket.”

He shakes his head in disbelief, and bends down for a second to collect some dollar bills to shower over them again. “How about I buy you that ticket instead, and take you out to dinner afterwards?” So I can keep an eye on you, he can’t help but add in his head.

“It’s gonna take more than that to keep me in check, Scroogie,” she says, picking up the implication. “But why not? I could use the challenge.”

A thrill runs through him as they turn towards each other again, and her playful yet ever-so-dangerous grin reminds him of why he loves her. The photo shoot might be for a pastime based on his likeness, but not even that can overpower the truth that Goldie, and all the excitement that she brings, is his favorite game. She’s the wildcard that he never wants to lose.

The tune switches to something steadier, sensual yet still zestful. The camera’s already filled with dozens of images of them together, but neither of them are in any rush to have it end, so Tuomas keeps snapping away.

Scrooge lifts Goldie up bridal-style and twirls her around, eliciting a shriek of breathless joy from her before he leans in to chase her into a kiss. She pulls him in deeper by the collar, and with what little coherency he has left, he makes a mental note that this shot is definitely a keeper for his wallet.

Minds properly left in a euphoric tizzy, he sets her down and they continue to dance around with each other for a bit.

They make quite a charming duo, their lone audience member notices. Every step, every dip, is a testament to their chemistry. Every shared laugh and every teasing quip make him both want to give the lovebirds the privacy they so clearly deserve and yet set up another photo shoot dedicated exclusively to them. He briefly wonders if he should mention his rates for engagement announcement shoots, judging by the lack of rings adorning their fingers.

At some point, Scrooge grabs Goldie’s hands and crosses an arm over her head to flip her around so her back is to him. He pulls her in, willing himself to stay strong as she gladly takes the opportunity to wriggle her tail feathers against him before relaxing into his embrace. The scent of tropical flowers and adventure tickles his senses, leaving him with a heady feeling of desire as he breathes it in.

As one arm crosses over her chest to hold her closer, the other rests over hers on her waist. Fingers overlay and intertwine, squeezing together in some unspoken promise.

A perfect fit. The Yukon’s greatest power couple, together once more.

“I’ve missed you,” Scrooge rumbles into her ear, pressing a kiss to her golden locks.

Goldie cranes her neck towards him to nuzzle his beak in return. “Mmm, I’ve missed you, too, Moneybags.”

His eyes fall closed with hers, and as their foreheads touch, his hat gets displaced ever so. They sway as one with the music, hips rocking together.

It’s only when she lets out a dreamy hum, the reverberation traveling through him down to his core, that Scrooge dares to peek an eye open, and his heart nearly bursts at what he sees.

Goldie looks utterly lovely, with a blissful grin quirking at the corners of her beak. A strand of hair untucked and brushing against her face just so, her chest rising and falling in a rhythmic peace under his arm, the warmth of her body sending him to cloud nine...

He’s holding a paragon of enrapturing beauty and splendid wonder in his arms, one that he never wants to let go. It’s enough to make him want to believe in luck so he can thank his stars.

Scrooge settles his eyes shut again, but not before Tuomas manages to capture the tender sparkle in his gaze. 

Another keeper.

[dragonfoxstardesigns]

The Bandits’ Story - Part 9!

Everyone enjoying these three lovebirds so far? Well things are about to get a little more interesting here in the next few parts! Thank you for reading and feel free to follow along on this amazing journey through the side characters’ view!

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Come the following morning…

*knock knock*

“Rise and shine, you three! Breakfast will be ready soon!" 

Ragnar and Floki stirred with a yawn before looking over to see Emina asleep still.

"Mmm, what time is it?” the lion stretched with a yawn rubbing his eyes of sleep.

“Apparently breakfast time…looks like Emina is still worn out from last night…" 

  Ragnar sighed sitting up slow so that he didn’t awake the sleeping wildebeest.

"Yeah…we did..you know…pleasure her from both sides. Plus it was her first..”

Floki mused giving the gnu a gentle lick on the cheek as a good morning kiss. 

The sleeping gnu curled up closer to the lion while nuzzling in her sleep. The younger bandit trying his best to gently ease out from the comfort of her body against his own.

“So…how are we going to break it to the old man that we slept with his daughter?" 

Ragnar rubbed his back feeling a tad bit guilty about having stolen Emina’s virginity.

"Mmm, how should I know? I say we keep it under closed doors until Emina tells him. First thing first though we should get Emina to her room before her father comes upstairs.” Floki replied gently nudging his lover to try to get her awake.

 So far though Emina seemed to be unaware of what was going on or even of where she is at this point. The lion sighed slumping his shoulders before helping Ragnar pick up Bjord’s daughter, bridal style. 

“I guess that’s the best plan of action until we can all sit down and talk to him one-on-one. In the meantime, you head down to help her father while I try to get Emina to wake up. Maybe a bath too to wash off any residue that we left on her last night.” The warthog replied.

Floki quickly freshened up in the shower, drying off with clean towels, and whisking into his normal clothes as fast as the lion could before making his way down the stairs to help with Bjord while Ragnar tended to Emina.

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While Floki handled with Bjord downstairs, Ragnar quickly rushed into Emina’s room with the sleeping beauty still in his arms. The older of the two bandits tried his best gently ease her awake, but to no avail. Taking a bath was the only option. Maybe the warm water would help..? Only one way to find out! Luckily they both were nude so no clothes would get ruined in the process. 

Ragnar moved carefully into the bathroom gently setting Emina into the bathtub while he started running the water. His hand reaching in making sure the water wasn’t scorching hot or freezing cold to the touch. He then grabbed a rag from nearby along with a bar of soap and began to gently scrub Emina’s body. 

Eventually his ears moved at the sound of a soft sigh coming from the sleeping gnu.

“Mmm, where am I? Oh! Ragnar you shouldn’t have…how long have I been asleep?” Emina felt her cheeks fill with warmth. She couldn’t believe that the warthog bandit carried her all the way to her bathroom without waking her up. Not to mention they both were nude still. Her heart fluttered reaching out to gently touch Ragnar’s cheek.

“In your bathroom. You took a long time getting up so I carried you here. Don’t worry though…Floki’s distracting your father in the kitchen until then. I hope that’s okay…?” Ragnar leaned into her touch still lathering making sure Emina was clean from head to toe.

“It’s fine, Ragnar. I appreciate the help.” Emina smiled softly letting her other hand touch his shoulder. “Though…you need a bath too. I can’t have you going downstairs to see my father like this." 

Ragnar nodded and eventually they both got baths while getting to know one another some more in the process.

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Meanwhile, Bjord was in the kitchen already trying to whip up breakfast. It was unlike his daughter not to be up early, but perhaps the old man could give her some slack. After all they had a long day yesterday and with having company that usually could mean sleeping a little later if she need to…right?

While flipping the flapjacks and sausages in their frying pans, his ears caught wind of footsteps coming down the stairs. They weren’t the usual clatter of Emina’s though. His head turned to see Floki casually walking in. His short mane still a bit damp from bathing the older wildebeest thought.

"Not an early bird, are you Floki?” Bjord raised an eyebrow noticing that the lion still looked tired despite sleeping in late.

“Nah, not I, Pops…happen to have any of that dark brown magic stuff anywhere lying around would you?” The youngest bandit fighting back a yawn to which failed as he made his way over to the counter letting his rump sit on the stool.

“Figured as much. You never were even when we were out hunting. And yes…I have some coffee brewing right now actually.” The wildebeest replied while turning his attention back to cooking. It was then that he asked…“Have you seen Enima? She wasn’t awake when I went to check on her…" 

Floki felt a knot form in his throat. He didn’t want to tell her father what happened without discussing with Enima first. "Ah, well…when I went to head to take a shower I didn’t see her either. She must be still asleep or just now getting up to take a bath. I’m sure Enima probably slept in. After all she did a lot of cooking yesterday, you know?” He spoke as confident as the lion could.

“Yes, you are right. I suppose sleeping in is good for Enima. She works so hard every day. Even when I’m around my precious daughter is either reading, cooking, or doing anything to keep her busy. Sometimes I wish she could slow down and enjoy life." 

The father sighed shaking his head before placing the cooked sausages on the platter letting the paper towels dry up the grease while letting them cool. He then placed the homemade biscuits in the oven silently praying that they don’t turn out well.

"Yeah, that’s what Enima told me while helping her in the kitchen. She sounds like she enjoys it though. Even having company too. You have an amazing daughter, Pops.” Floki blurted out unexpectedly. 

He wasn’t used to talking a lot either. Or being honest for that matter. Perhaps the lion could find the courage to tell Bjord the truth of what really happened last night. The youngest bandit not wanting to ruin their friendship as they were already starting to act like a tight-knit family.

“Really? Well like I said we haven’t had company in a long time. That’s…rather mature of you to say, Floki. You know…both you and Ragnar are like family in a way. Adopted sons that I never had. Maybe having you two here will help influence my daughter. She is the only child after all. I never got to introduce her to…well..other things besides what I could teach her…” Bjord hummed in thought liking the sound of that.

’Yeah…I guess we sort of are, Pops. I’m sure Enima would appreciate that…”

Meanwhile, Floki, on the other hand, was a ball full of nerves ready to burst. The pain of guilt running up his spine. What were taking Ragnar so long? He’d hoped the warthog could get the sleeping gnu awake and have a bath before the lion broke his promise to the two.

Just then, sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs. Both the older wildebeest and lion turned to look towards the approaching company. Finally!

[barinacraft]

Valentine's Day Cocktails - Romantic Drinks & Love Potions

What's The Most Romantic Drink For Valentine's Day?

That depends on your Valentine and what you're both in the mood for. Champagne and wine paired with chocolate and strawberries are some of Cupid's classic choices as amorous aphrodisiacs for V Day. However, the names, colors and/or ingredients in the collection of romantic drinks listed below make all these love potions potations great choices as Valentine's Day themed cocktails too.

Valentine's Day Cocktail Ideas

Affinity - [uh-fin-i-tee] A natural liking or attraction to someone which may have already, or will, result in falling in love and getting married to that person. That textbook dictionary definition is synonymous with Valentine's Day couples subject to Cupid's arrow. The modern version of this cocktail is a marriage of French and Italian vermouths to scotch whisky dashed with bitters. How sweet it is.

Barbara - This decadent dessert drink is a creamy, chocolaty cocktail mixed with vodka, white creme de cacao and cream.

Bellini - Is your Valentine as pretty as a peach? Then complement her beauty with this brunch favorite made with peach puree and Prosecco Italian sparkling wine.

Between The Sheets - This sensually suggestive sip is a Sidecar for sweethearts with equal parts rum, brandy, orange liqueur and lemon juice.

Cherry Blossom - The bright red from grenadine's pomegranate syrup and the brandied cherries form a flowering beverage blooming in crimson color for passionate picnicking under the celebrated Japanese tree.

Cupid Cocktail - Named after the Roman mythological god of desire, attraction and affection, this erotic love potion is a Sherry Flip spiced with red hot cayenne pepper instead of nutmeg.

Jayne Mansfield - This blonde bombshell was the February 1955 Playboy Playmate of the Month and her signature drink combines rum with strawberries and champagne. Just add a gift box of milk chocolates for a taste trifecta.

Love Potion #9 - You'd think that when you heard the Clovers sing about Madam Rue bottling this drink in her sink that some bathtub gin would be portioned into her potion. That's not the case though. There are so many to choose from that it's hard to decide, but a few of the formulas we love feature vodka and peach schnapps with either blood orange or pink grapefruit juice. Suggest you pour your favorite in a ratio of 3:1:3 and garnish with a strawberry for sip starters.

Niagara Falls - Are you proposing marriage on Valentine's Day? Then raise a toast to your bride to be with this drink. It honors the collective name for the three waterfalls that border the United States and Canada between the province of Ontario and the state of New York, one of which is Bridal Veil Falls. Made with vodka, orange liqueur, lemon juice, simple syrup and ginger ale, this misty mixer will shower her with additional tears of joy after you've popped the question.

Old Fashioned - If you love old fashioned romance and courting then you should value this drink as part of your date night with your valentine.

Poinsettia - The combination of orange liqueur, cranberry juice and champagne are a perfect pairing for passion. Why would you leave this red cocktail only on your list of Christmas holiday drinks?

Rose - “What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet...” ~ Juliet, in reference to Romeo's house, Montague. Along with hearts, cupid, lovebirds, doves, love knots, laces and more, roses are a popular Valentine's Day symbol which you can include as flowing flowers with these romantic recipes.

Valentino - Although it sounds like its related to Valentine's Day, this cocktail actually honors Rudolph Valentino, the Italian born silent film star known as the Latin Lover. However, the Campari in this Negroni variation gives this modern classic its bittersweet flavor and ruby red color which paired with the actor's on screen reputation is perfect for the occasion. The Americano which is minus the gin with a splash of club soda is a lighter version of the two.

What Valentine's Day drink does your sweetheart love?

[hgamesfan]

Weddings are expensive, and celebrity nuptials can come with an extra high price tag. Luckily, the two lovebirds have had a little help from their brand partners and made some lucrative deals.

Remember when the future groom posted a picture of him lounging on a yacht with some elit Vodka from his bachelor party? Matt Kirschner, partner at influencer marketing and experiential events agency Talent Resources, estimates this partnership was worth about $150,000.

Of course, some partnerships are more about the brand building than the actual price tag. Kirschner suspects this was the case when it came to the Quantico star's partnership with Tiffany & Co. Not only has the actress posted pictures of her diamond sparkler on social media, but she also attended the jewelry company's Blue Book event in October and celebrated her bridal shower at Tiffany's Blue Box Café that same month.

"Well, I'm sure Tiffany is a mix of financial compensation and also product barter or trade, if you will," he explains. "For people like her, it's not just about money. It's about finding a brand that makes sense for her. She doesn't need their money. She makes plenty of money on her own."

Still, without knowing the details of her relationship with the brand, he estimates the deal is worth "low six figures" with "some sort of barter and trade situation."

“True love” is alright but making money off your wedding is the goal in Hollywood and Nick and Priyanka are raking in the money and elevating their status with these nuptials. 

Every post brings in more 💵. 

[jodellejournals]

in the eyes of a flower girl

my tita said, “never share a roof with a man you are not married to.” the year was 2002 and in the 21st century. gone should be the days of traditions like that, right? but not in a filipino family, more so, a conservative one. that was what’s told to my other younger tita who was to be wed on the july of that year. the groom set foot at our hometown a day before the wedding and it was debated whether he should spend the night at our ancestral house or the hotel. as you might have guessed the answer, it was the latter choice which prevailed. the wedding was a big celebration and everything was carefully planned from the motif, invitation letters, giveaways and souvenirs, reception area, church, and of course, the bridal gown. oh, how i love weddings! the six-year-old romantic in me was very excited because my tita, who never fails up to this day to shower me with kikay kits and fancy clothes, will now be tying the knot with the love of her life. how romantic. just like the fairytales watched in disney movies — but not in the big screen this time because i get to live and witness the magic before my eyes with my role as a flower girl. that was one of my earliest real-life memory of happy ever afters. aside from that, i was excited also to be dolled up and walk around in a gown shaped like a pastry. i couldn’t wait for the wedding day and so it fatefully came.

july 13, 2002. i finally wore my baby pink lacy gown and looked like an inverted strawberry cupcake. not that i am complaining though because i love strawberry cupcakes and all the other flavors there possibly is. i paired it with my lacy socks as well on my feet and slipped them in my shiny white doll-like shoes. my hair was parted in half but tied in a bun and hair-sprayed to keep the strands in place. it was then topped with a wreath of flowers in the shade of baby pink to match the motif. i had light make up since my age forbade a heavy one and i wore jewelries of hand-me-downs that made a jingling sound each time i moved. then i was all set to go when i put on my silky white gloves and clasped my tiny pink hand bag.

off we go to the church. my tita chose molo church, which was located in a nearby town and almost thirty-minutes away from ours. it was dubbed as the “all-women saints church”, “gothic church”, and “the feminist church” because aside from the fact that its patron saint is a woman, st. anne, sixteen statues of women saints also perched at the pillars facing each other. girl power. going back, it was a rainy afternoon. it is still vivid to me how the thick raindrops fell and sounded at the windshield of our grey adventure automobile that time. mother nature will always have her course no matter what the plans or ceremonies are. but since i’ve mentioned that we are a traditional family who always uphold ancient customs and beliefs, my titos and titas believed that the rain was a good omen. legends even said that rain is a blessing to the wedding and so everybody kept calm and carried on. it really seemed to be because everyone was happy smiles with joyful tears especially when the bride walked down the aisle. i’ve always heard that a woman is most beautiful on her wedding day and i think it’s true. maybe it’s because you radiate a different kind of happy when you’re about to wed the person that God has given you under His blessing. how beautiful, indeed, and my tita sure looked like it. my lola walked her down with my elder tito because my lolo passed away four years prior. and a year after the wedding, my lola passed away too so my tita must have felt lucky for the once in a lifetime opportunity she’s had. throughout the ceremony, my six-year-old self did not listen but instead kept on giggling with my cousins and sister and we were told to keep quiet every once in a while. i have no idea what exchange of vows were back then! but now, they are my favorite part of weddings. all i could remember was that it was a peaceful union and nobody interrupted when the pastor said, “speak now or forever hold your peace!” — or else, the perfect fairytale pictured in my head would go straight down the drain.

in the reception, me and the kids my age danced to mambo no. 5 for the newlyweds. i love that song! who am i kidding?! everyone loves that song! so much that the grown-ups threw coins on the floor to applaud us. they were literally tokens of appreciation. easy peasy money. after which, i witnessed the slicing of the wedding cake and releasing of two lovebirds. i don’t know what that really meant but i guess, like lovebirds, they will be inseparable for the rest of their lives wherever they may be.

now here’s a fun fact. fast forward to the present time, it was just around last year when i found out that the wedding was my tita and tito’s first meeting! yes, you read that right. they first met — in flesh — on their wedding day. how could i have only known this after more than a decade? well, i never asked so this is why, my friends, it is important to always ask questions so you won’t get surprised out of the blue. anyway, my mother narrated me their love story. around at the start of the millennium, the couple were introduced to each other by a common friend and they became pen pals for a year. no facebook, skype, viber, wechat, instagram back then so the struggle must be real. call it true love or what but theirs is a love that endured and still endures up to this day. they seemed to have enjoyed each other’s love notes that they started calling each other, long-distanced. my tita during that time was a thirty-something-year-old working girl in new york city while my tito, her then-pen pal, was a striving employee in a watch-making company based on the other side of the world, saudi arabia. love really knows no distance! and that’s when two worlds collided — not in the city that never sleeps nor in the land of the two holy mosques but in the city of love at the center of the pearl of the orient seas.

isn’t it wonderful that love can find a person wherever and whenever? it makes me believe of fated unions and cosmic connections. inonce read a greek myth which said that humans were originally created with four ams, four legs, and a head of two faces. zeus feared that humans would be too powerful because of this so he split them apart, leaving the humans to search for their other halves for the rest of their lives. lucky and blessed would you be if you find yours, right? but whatever the forces, myths, or legends that there exists, i will forever believe that love is the highest law and most encompassing power may it be in fairytales or real-life. i have always did and even witnessed one unfold before my eyes when i was but a flower girl.

[lovemesomerafael]

Others Like Me                                   Chapter 19:  After The Fight

Source: @erikisright​

     Chapters 1-15   Chapter 16  Chapter 17   Chapter 18  Read It On AO3

They should be down in the kitchen, having breakfast with the rest of the team.  There’s a formal debrief after that, which is mandatory, at least for Marya.  Somehow, after what happened at Fort Drum the day before, it feels to both of them like it’s mandatory for Bucky now, too.  But they can’t get out of bed.  They’ve tried twice now.  

The first time, Bucky had stood and tried to pull Marya up with him, but she’d simply tripped him to the floor and landed, naked and demanding, on top of him.  He’d really tried to resist.  For a good five seconds, he’d tried to stiff-arm her and refuse to kiss her. But then she’d always fought dirty. She’d simply stopped trying to kiss him and sat up straddling his hips.  

“I want to have sex with you, Sergeant,” she’d said, then begun sliding her hands up her own body.  “But if you will not have sex with me, I will have sex alone and think about you.”

By the time her fingers had teased her nipples to hardness, the show and her gyrations had teased his cock to hardness, too, and he’d had no choice but to fuck her, hard, there on the floor.  Afterward, they’d crawled back under the covers to kiss and cuddle for a while.

The second time, Marya had playfully asked Bucky to carry her to the shower, and he’d agreed.  They might have made it if he’d carried her bridal style, but he’d made the mistake of pulling her into his arms and letting her wrap her legs around his waist. By the time they’d made it to the entrance to the bathroom, he was already hard enough that his cock was pressing up against the inviting pucker of her ass.  And since the lube was in the bedside table, he’d been forced to carry her back there, which…  

So now they’re still in bed, they’ve pretty much missed breakfast, and neither one of them has any desire to be anywhere but where they are. They’ve decided not to go to the debrief.  If anyone tries to make them, they will demand an exemption on the basis that they’ve just been reunited after several years and are therefore entitled under international – and perhaps interuniversal – law to at least three solid days of reunion sex.  

“I think Mr. Stark will figure out that switch now,” Marya is saying.  “If he does, would you ever want to go back to our universe?”

“Depends on whether he can figure out the landing. Because that shit seriously sucks.”

Marya doesn’t laugh, which lets Bucky know that she’s not asking an idle question.  It doesn’t take much to figure out what she’s actually asking.

“Hey,” he says, and tips her chin up to look him in the eye.  “I came to this universe to find you because I love you.  You are the person I want to be with for the rest of my life.”

“But…”

“No, Marya.  There’s no ‘but.’  There’s no Steve.  He’s made his choice and that’s over.  And I’ve made my choice.  I choose you.”

Now Marya does laugh, the sweet, uninhibited way she expresses happiness too great to contain.  She tightens her arms around Bucky, squeezing him with unrestrained delight. Which, honestly, hurts a little bit, but he’s not going to mention it.  

“My Sergeant, mine forever!  How can I be so lucky?  Can we get married?”

“Yes, but you have to let me ask you.”

“Why?”

“It’s the rules.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“It is for me. I’m old fashioned.”

She leans up on an elbow so she can see his face. “But you will ask?”

“Yes, Marya.  I will.”  Then, teasing her but also meaning every word, he adds, “You have to wait, though. I wanna do it right.”

“I can wait.  As long as you are here with me.”

There’s a happy silence for a bit as they both think about what they’ve just decided so easily.  After a few minutes, Marya says, “Steve Rogers is a putz.”

“A putz?”  Bucky barks out a surprised laugh.

“Did I use that wrong? Clint said it means-“

“You used it right.  And accurately, too.  It’s just cute, coming from you.”

“If Mr. Stark ever does figure out how to make that switch work backwards, I’m going to find Captain Rogers and tell him he is a putz.  I will probably punch him, too.”

“He’s an old man, you know.”

“Good. I might actually be able to hurt him now.”

“But if he hadn’t gone back to Peggy Carter, then you and I wouldn’t be here together.”

“I don’t care.  I’m still going to do it.  He deserves it.”

Bucky laughs.  “Can’t argue that.  But I’m too happy to be very mad at him right now.”

“Me, too.”

“Let’s just wish him well, and hope that he’s happy, too.”

“All right, Sergeant, if you ask me to.  But I’m going to make you happier than he is.  Just to spite him.”

“That’ll show him.”

That’s when Tony’s annoyed voice comes from the speakers that usually only broadcast Jarvis’s melodious British-accented politeness.

“Hey, lovebirds, debrief’s in fifteen minutes. Which means if you’re not in the conference room in ten, I’m turning on the fire sprinklers.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” Bucky laughs.

“No, Jarvis wouldn’t do that, which is why you’re talking to me.  And he wouldn’t let me set ‘em off without giving you a warning first, either.  But he will let me manually set ‘em off in ten minutes.  Well, nine minutes and forty-five seconds now.”

“Sir, that’s unfair.  We believe we’re entitled to-“

“Stark out.”

Bucky hisses a very impolite word, but in his current blissed-out state, the effect isn’t very impressive.

  In the conference room, Tony informs Bucky and Marya that the team have voted to require them to sit on opposite sides of the table.  The vote wasn’t unanimous, he says, but he won’t tell them the count, or how anyone voted.

Bucky’s tempted to think they’re kidding, until he sees Marya’s face and watches her obediently take a seat between Natasha and Barnes.  He takes the remaining seat at the table between Bruce and Sam.  He scowls at Tony, who is standing at the head of the conference room table, and is surprised when Tony responds by smiling back, his eyes crinkling with joy.  

“Well,” Tony says, clearing his throat a little. “I suppose we oughtta get this meeting started.  But before we begin the formal debrief, we took another vote this morning that you two oughtta know about.”

Marya’s eyes have just enough fear in them to worry Bucky, even though everyone else at the table looks calm.  A little too calm, maybe?  Like there’s some emotion everyone’s suppressing as they focus on Tony more intently than Bucky’s ever seen them do at any other meeting. Tony’s the only one with an expression on his face; he’s still smiling like a lunatic.  

“Barnes?”  Tony says with a wave of his hand, and sits down.

Barnes rises and faces Bucky across the table. And then, suddenly, he’s smiling, too. “Bucky, after what you did yesterday, we’re certain – all of us - that you’ve been straight with us all along about who you are.  It’s also certain that we and a lot of other people would be dead today if you hadn’t come through for us yesterday.”

Marya beams and struggles to stay quiet and seated in her excitement.  Bucky finds himself smiling, too, a warmth washing through him that he hasn’t felt in a very long time.  This group, which includes three people he’d thought lost to him forever, has done him the honor of trusting him, something he knows must have been very difficult for some of them to do.

“Thank you.  All of you.  I appreciate the faith you showed, giving me access to a quinjet and weapons.  It was an honor to fight with –“

“Will you shut the fuck up?  I ain’t done,” Barnes snaps, but with a grin.

Bucky’s mouth shuts with an audible click.

“We’re hearing from the guys in the CAB, and there’s video of what you did there.  The Hulk saw what you did to help him capture the Mandarin, but of course, Banner doesn’t remember that, so we’ve been watchin’ video of that, too.”  A spasm of pain crosses Barnes’s handsome face as he mentions the Mandarin, but he buries it almost instantly.

“Your hair is an insult to the me’s in every universe, and I don’t know why the fuck you’d ever let anyone call you that lame nickname, but you do OK,” Barnes continues, getting snickers from half the people at the table and groans from the other half.  

And then he gets very serious.  “Which is why we want you on the team.  This is a formal invitation to become one of us.  And you should know that becoming a member of the Avengers Initiative requires a unanimous vote of the whole team.”

There’s a moment of expectant silence, where everyone stares at Bucky, waiting for him to react.  He sits there, stunned into apparent catatonia, for several breaths before the moment is broken from an unexpected quarter.

“You didn’t let me vote,” Marya objects.

Barnes, grinning, looks down at her, seated next to where he’s standing.  “Didn’t think there was any question how you’d vote.  Were we wrong?”

“No.  But for the record, I vote yes!”

At her exultant shout, the suppressed excitement and elation in the room finally erupt.  Bucky finds himself engulfed in a scrum of Avengers, which he’s glad of for a couple of reasons.  First, it seems like the right way to celebrate such a monumental moment.  And second, it lets him surreptitiously wipe his tears on them as they all hug him.  

Bucky isn’t the only one with moist eyes when, after quite some time, everyone moves back to their seats.  He’s surprised to see that one of those having the most trouble concealing their emotions is Tony Stark.  But then he remembers what Tony told him that day in his lab, about his fear that he would ruin what this universe’s Steve Rogers worked so hard for. Bucky doesn’t need to be the exquisitely-trained expert he is to see, in the relaxed set of Tony’s shoulders and the new-found peace in his eyes, that a massive weight has been lifted from him. Bucky put a large part of that weight on Tony himself, simply by showing up in this universe.  But now that the weight of responsibility for deciding whether Bucky can be trusted is gone, a great deal of the weight of losing Steve Rogers from the team has lifted, too.  

Because Bucky was made to be an Avenger.  He didn’t choose to be made into what he is, as this universe’s Barnes did, or as Steve did.  But Bucky’s Steve rescued him from Hydra, and gave him the ability to choose what to do with it.  And this is what he chooses.  

Bucky feels something deep inside him click into place.  From the moment he’s been free to choose, this is what he’s chosen.  Good, and right, and protecting people rather than hurting them.  Which means that this is who he is.  He is not the things Hydra told him he was, or even the things he’s been telling himself he is.  Oh, he’s the Winter Soldier, all right, and he’s for damn sure a weapon.  But he’s a weapon on the right side.  

He wishes, for just a second, that he could tell Steve.  

 *****

For the Avengers, firearms practice involves a good amount of shooting at stationary targets.  Although no one can touch Clint with a bow and arrow (nor does anyone but him really want to use one in combat), they’re all good shots with firearms.  No one can rival Barnes - and now Bucky - with a gun, but it’s inspirational for the rest of the team to have someone that skilled around.  And for the two of them, it’s a gift they never expected to get, having someone of equivalent skill around to challenge them.  They enjoy the hell out of their fierce, raucous, sometimes vicious competition, and even in the short time Bucky’s been with the Avengers Initiative, both have improved their already extraordinary skills as a result.

The others are as competitive with each other as Barnes and Bucky are.  Marya and Sam, in particular, are in a constant battle to best each other’s scores. It’s friendly enough – usually – and it makes them better at what they do, so their rivalry is encouraged.  

More often than stationary targets, however, firearms practice involves shooting at moving targets, because so does saving the world.  Tony designed a system that the Avengers can use to create wicked training environments, configuring them to simulate all sorts of situations and present a wide range of challenges.  They try to outdo each other in creating simulations that involve the most athleticism and skill, and have the greatest potential for kicking your ass if you fuck up.

Marya’s spent the day in firearms training, and she’s tired and sore.  She’s also a bit discouraged, because she hasn’t yet mastered Natasha’s latest training course.  In fact, she got shot and knocked off a five-story building three times today. True, the training environment doesn’t shoot real bullets, but the pain when the rubber bullets impact on your protective armor is real, as are the bruises.  And the five-story fall is real, even if the mats and safety ropes do cushion the landing.  A little.

She’s looking forward to a long, hot shower as she lets herself into her apartment, but she stops dead and her mind goes completely blank as she looks past her living room into her little kitchen.  

Bucky stands in the doorway smiling at her, clean-shaven with significantly shorter hair than he’d had in the morning.  It’s still chin-length; he likes it long and he doesn’t want to wear it the same way Barnes does.  But it’s a very different look than he’d arrived with.  And it’s exactly the way he looked the day they’d met.

Marya’s floored.  She stands for a moment, goggling stupidly at him and moving her lips but making no sound until she finally chokes out, “Your hair…”

“Yeah, got tired of Sam givin’ me shit about it.”

“That is not why.”

He probably should have expected this. Hell, he kind of did; this is Marya, after all.  Bucky stops trying to bluff his way through the moment.  “I let it grow when I was feeling sorry for myself. Couldn’t be bothered.  Thought it was about time I get over myself and grab the reins a little bit here.”

“Sergeant, you look beautiful.  Perfect.  I mean, you always look beautiful and perfect, but now you look like my Sergeant again.  Like when I met you.  Before you were so unhappy.”

“Yeah.  That’s kind of how I feel.”

She’s smiling back at him now, and practically launches herself at him.  He braces himself for impact just in time, and then he’s holding an armload of delighted, if sweaty, giggling woman.  

“I want you to be happy here with me.”

“I am happy, Marya.  That’s why I decided to stop lookin’ like I did when I wasn’t.”

“I’m glad.  I’m so glad, Sergeant.”

Bucky moves to set Marya down on her feet.  “Go take a shower.  It’s game night.”

Marya laughs giddily and tries to pull him by his hand toward the bathroom.  “You come, too.”

“I already had a shower.  Anyway, I have to go get us some cash.  Tonight’s bowling.  Have you ever bowled?”

“What is bowled?”

“That’s a no, then.  OK.  I’ll get a lot of cash.  Looks like you’re gonna lose big.”

  Tony went through a period where he wanted to create something like the holodeck on Star Trek.  He never got quite there, but he did end up with a system on which they can play hundreds of different games, from console-style games like Galaga to real sports like skiing and, yeah, bowling.  The game environment fills a large room, and it’s like a combination of a bunch of different game systems, only more immersive and infinitely more fun. Sales of the commercial version of the system have recently made Tony his latest billion.

But the way the Avengers play isn’t exactly the way the system is advertised.  Marya’s been known to hack it to make it do surprising things (Sam especially did not appreciate the random knife-wielding attack octopi she programmed into Minecraft), and Natasha refuses to play any game unless they find a way to play for money.

There’s always drinking, overly-competitive behavior, trash-talking, and above all, raucous laughter.  Tonight’s game is kind of like league bowling, in that there are three lanes, three teams, and competition for the high score.  But that’s about where the similarity ends. First of all, because the environment’s virtual, and it’s Tony.  So in the Avengers’ version, the “bowling alley” has chandeliers and plays ‘80’s hair metal so loud it’s hard to hear the insults flying everywhere, and everything’s red and gold.  The virtual players in the non-active lanes are all recognizable: for example, there’s a team made up of James Dean, Mary Magdalene, and Boba Fett, and another featuring Stephen Hawking and Hall & Oates.  Tony does make everyone wear bowling shoes and he’s had league shirts made, but the shoes are designed to resemble each player’s fighting signature (Bruce’s are green with black leather fringe) and the shirts are silk.  

There are bets on everything.  Natasha bets Clint three hundred bucks that Tony’s next ball will be a strike.  When Sam rolls a particularly ugly split, Bruce bets him five hundred that he can’t pick it up.  Tony bets Scott on what Bucky’s next swear word will be.  And there are bizarre rules.  Anyone who leaves only the seven pin standing has to play the rest of the game in their underwear and pay everyone else a hundred bucks, but if anyone leaves only the nine pin standing, everyone else has to strip to their underwear and pay that person a hundred bucks.  No one can use a ball of any color found in their shoes.  New rules keep being added until they become so complicated that Jarvis is enlisted to keep track of them all and to tally the amounts of money won and lost.  

And shit blows up.  Marya may never have bowled before, but she figured the game could only be enhanced by the occasional randomly-exploding bowling ball, so she’d programmed that in the day before.  Bruce, who is an outstanding bowler, decides that having the pins blown up shouldn’t count as a strike, because there’s no skill involved.  So an explosion counts as a gutterball.  And actual gutterballs are a disaster, because Marya’s filled the gutters with virtual jelly.  A gutterball splashes jelly onto the lane and it stays there, becoming something the bowler has to take into account in their aiming and strategy.

In lane one are Barnes, Clint, and Scott, who’s back visiting.  Barnes, in his red-and-white-striped shoes with large blue stars on the sides, is doing well because he’s strong enough to power his ball through the slowing effect of the jelly copiously splashed across his lane by Clint’s unfortunate tendency to hook left.  Scott just tries to splash as much jelly as possible before, inevitably, his ball is slowed to a stop in the muck.  

Lane two - Natasha, Bucky, and Bruce’s lane - remains jelly-free.  Bruce is in the lead, but the other two have impressive scores, as well.  It’s the alley that looks the most like an actual game of bowling, except for the bomb craters and scorch marks.

The hopeless quagmire of jelly in the third lane was set on fire when one of Marya’s balls blew up.  Sam, though, seems to have figured out the right approach and has even made a couple of strikes, although the lane is still steadily burning.  Tony is clearly cheating somehow, and has the highest score of anyone despite their alley being full of flaming goo.  Marya has yet to knock down a pin, but she’s having a great time.

That’s when Thor makes his appearance.  

His arrival isn’t that much of a surprise, really, in that when Thor shows up, it’s always random and unannounced.  But they haven’t seen him in many years.  In fact, they haven’t seen him since Marya’s been in this universe.  And his presence on the rooftop quinjet platform has set off the intruder alarm and set them all scrambling.  

He’s Thor, of course, so the chances of him being hurt are pretty slim, but the Avengers are all in various stages of intoxication, which makes his manner of arrival somewhat ill-advised.  Which he acknowledges when Tony, among the drunkest, begins yelling almost immediately.  

“Thor, you dumbass, I could’ve blasted you into next week!”

“Could you?  So you’ve invented a time weapon?  How exciting!”

Tony shakes his head.  Thor can be really frustrating.  

“He means we could have thought you were a real intruder and shot you,” Barnes sighs, shouldering his weapon.  

“You ever heard of calling first?”  Natasha asks, but she’s smiling and walking toward him for a hug.  

After everyone has stepped forward to greet him, Thor sees Bucky and Marya standing together, a little bit behind the others. He squints.

“Bucky!  Marya! Well met!” He calls to them in his booming voice, once he recognizes them.  In his ridiculous, godlike stride, he reaches them in two steps and takes them both into his arms.  He’s beaming while they’re both slack-jawed, pretty much like everyone else on the platform.

“What the hell?”  Clint’s the first to find his voice.  “How do you know who that is?”

“We know one another.  It is good to see you, and I’m pleased to see that you have found one another again.”

“But…  you’re…” Tony tries.  

“What is it, friend Tony?  You seem to be alarmed.”

“Well, yeah!  Barnes doesn’t go by Bucky, and there’s two of him, in case you haven’t noticed.  And how the hell do you know Marya?  She doesn’t even exist in this universe, not like this.”

Thor laughs, finally understanding, and squeezes Bucky and Marya, each in one massive arm.  “Oh, yes, that would be confusing for you.  I know them in their universe.”

The noise rising up from the city is too loud for them to hear the sound of crickets, even if it was actually audible.

“Thor, what the fuck,” Sam finally asks, as gobsmacked as the rest and really needing his buzz back at this moment.  “Are you saying that you’re interdimensional?  Or that you can hop universes?  Whatever the terminology is?”  

“Of course not.  I am of Asgard.  There is only one Asgard.  The Bifrost travels to-“

“Wait,” Natasha says, holding up a hand, palm out, toward Thor.  “You know what?  Just stop. I am both too drunk and not drunk enough for this.  I’m done. I’m calling it.”  With that, she simply walks back into the building.

The rest of the evening passes in finishing their game while Thor tries valiantly to understand the rules.  Tony programs a lane for Thor so that he can join in, giving him Eleanor Roosevelt and Babe Ruth for teammates.  The best part of watching Thor learn the Avengers’ version of bowling is his absolute childlike glee each time his ball explodes.

  Breakfast the following morning begins as a somber affair.  The serum prevents Barnes, Bucky, and Marya from getting drunk, so they’re the only ones not hung over.  The group ends up having to forbid Thor from speaking, because no matter how hard he tries, he cannot quiet his booming voice and their headaches simply won’t tolerate that shit.  The good news is that Tony is a forward thinker, and there are pitchers of Bloody Marys and mimosas to take the edge off.  Thor, not really familiar with these drinks or the concept of pitchers, just puts a straw in one and goes for it.

Once breakfast is over, those who feel capable decide to purge the residual alcohol from their systems by sweating it out in the gym.  As they go, Tony gives Barnes and Bucky his now-customary dirty look and points at them, silent and accusatory.  They nod in acquiescence, as usual, and – also as usual – trade smirks and fist bumps once Tony’s back is turned.  

Tony and Bruce drag Thor up to Tony’s workshop. They can’t wait to see what Asgardian knowledge might have to offer the project of creating a new switch that would allow them to travel to alternate universes.  Although Thor gets bored early, they keep him there, asking him questions that are to him so basic an Asgardian child would ask them in a classroom.  He answers, because he’s polite and they’re his friends, but he’d really rather be in the gym with the others.

  That night, once most of the team members have gone to bed, Tony invites Thor to join him for a late-night cigar on the landing pad outside his penthouse.  Thor is thousands of years old and knows when someone needs a private talk, but he’s not a big fan of cigars.

“Could we not relax in the Common Room instead? That is the place for serious discussions, is it not?”

“Yeah, usually,” Tony agrees.  “But it’s also directly underneath Bucky and Marya’s apartment.  I haven’t perfected the soundproofing yet, and I can’t get them to move, so it’s not a great place to hang out without headphones on these days.”

“I do not understand.”

“Supersoldier sex is loud, Thor.  It’s not just the shouting, either.  There’s a lot of thudding and stuff.  Things get broken a lot.”

“Ah!”  Thor smiles proudly.  “In Asgard, we celebrate exuberant lovemaking.  But I understand that on Midgard, the customs are different.”

Tony doesn’t bother to get into it with him, just leads Thor to his private elevator.  Once out on the spacious balcony, they light up and Tony laughs as Thor makes faces, gamely trying to enjoy his rare Cuban cigar.

“So I was thinking that, if you’re familiar with more than one universe, you probably know several Tony Starks, too, right?”

“Only a few.  I enjoy them all, however.”

“Well, yeah.  But let me ask you this.  How many of the Stark Industries in those universes make weapons?”

Thor frowns in apparent confusion.  “Just you.  But not all of the Stark Industries in all the universes are like this one, or the one in Bucky and Marya’s universe.  Some are quite… modest.”

Thor has to slap Tony on the back for a solid minute after his horrified gasp results in a lungful of unexpected smoke.

“Modest?  What does that mean?”

“Well, one of them makes toys.  They are very clever, and most beloved.  That Tony Stark is also Ironman, but that Stark Industries has never fully recovered after the lawsuits.”

Tony sits down hard on a nearby chaise longue, putting his head between his knees and moaning.

“And, of course, there is the one that makes office supplies.  You’d be very proud.  Stark is the only recognized brand of staplers in that universe.  That Stark Industries is thriving, but not on the scale of yours. It was more lucrative under your father, but at that time it made sexual appliances, which-“

“It made…  we made…”

“Yes, but you and Miss Potts came to an understanding in that universe.  She agreed to marry that Tony Stark and allow him to remain Ironman, but only on the condition that he would manufacture something other than marital aids.”

“Wait, we’re married in that universe?”

“Oh, yes.  Quite happily.”

Tony shakes his head and makes a supreme effort to return to the subject at hand.  “So, I’m the only me whose SI makes weapons?”

“Yes.  But take heart!  Your Stark Industries has the highest earnings of all of them.”

“And in the other universes, is there terrorism like there is in this one?”

“Oh, hell, no,” Thor laughs, puffing on his cigar. “Don’t be stupid.”

[salted-barbed-wire]

All Yours

(A/N) So request fulfilling is not something I do very well. I’ll take them from time to time but I’m really bad with dead lines. I try but things always end up happening. Anyway, @thebadchic asked me to write this. Hope you like it!

Warnings: Cursing, smut, choking, jealousy Word Count: At least two  Summary: When Finn Balor finds Samoa Joe flirting with his girlfriend after her match, he takes it upon himself to make sure everyone in the locker room knows who she belongs to.

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Master List Plug (yes, I know. It desperately needs updated)

Nia Jax was by no means an easy opponent. Not just because of her size difference, but because of her raw strength. You defended yourself against every blow, every toss across the ring; pushing yourself to get back up each time you hit the mat. It wasn’t enough though. Your left leg wrapped around Nia’s arm and your shoulders were pressed into the canvas. The bell rang and everything hurt.

Jax’s music played over the sound system resulting in a mixture of boos and cheers throughout the stadium. John Cone leaned down to be able to talk to you.

“You okay, kid?” He asked, “Anything hurt?”

You kept the painful look on your face, “Nothing more than usual.” You muttered away from the cameras.

—–

The walk backstage was harder to do than you thought. Your back was pretty much shot and the way you were walking had you thinking about your boyfriend. A smile played on your lips, remembering the first time you and he had a “shag” as he called it. You hadn’t been able to walk the next morning.

The difference between this and then was there was no glow vibrating around your body from his hands all over you. The smile on your face wasn’t from the things he had done to you. Instead, it was a defiant one, kept there only to hide the pain you were in.

You kept walking back to your dressing room, cringing every step of the way. The cool, hard material of the wall helped you stay upright and was good for support.

“As soon as I get into the shower I’ll feel twenty times better.” You grumbled to yourself.

“You need help.” A dark, low voice came from behind you.

You turned quickly to see Samoa Joe standing behind you, looking you up and down. He had a grim looking sideways smirk and his arms were crossed over his chest.

“I-I’m sorry?” You asked confused. Joe had never said two words to you. To be fair, he never said anything to anyone. The only one he really seemed to talk to was your boyfriend.

“You need help.” He repeated.

“Oh. No thanks, Joe. I’m fine.” You tried to politely smile and turn to be on your way.

There was movement you noticed out of the corner of your eye and suddenly Joe had moved in front of your path.

“I didn’t ask.” He was simple and short with his words. Joe put his hand firmly on the wall in front of your face, blocking you completely. “I’m going to help you to your locker room.”

You swallowed hard, unsure of what to do other than allow the man to do what he wanted.

Joe leaned down and swooped his arms underneath you, holding you bridal style in his arms. You flung your own around his neck responsively in fear he may drop you. But he didn’t. Samoa Joe carried you effortlessly to the door that had your name stuck to it. He never seemed to be out of breath, never struggled with your weight. He was strong and a part of you couldn’t help but notice the heat radiate off his body.

The Samoan sat you on your feet gently in front of the door. The way his eyes lingered hungrily along your waist as his head became level with yours had you blushing.

“Um. Thanks Joe. I think can.. um.. handle it from here until Finn is done.

The sound of your boyfriend, Finn Balor’s, name caused something to flash across Joe’s eyes. The smirk on his mouth was replaced by a small grimace.

“That’s right.” He grumbled. “You’re Balor’s girl now aren’t you?” Joe’s hand reached up to your face, it was quite large compared to your head but it was gentle as he let it softly slide against your cheek.

You inched away before it could go any lower, “Yes.” You said clearing your throat, “I’m with Finn.”

You watched his expression turn into almost a repulsive snarl, “Such a waste. I could take care of you better than he ever could. Never let a boy take care of a woman, always let a man do it.”

The small of your back was pressed against the wall as the Samoan backed you up against it. Making you feel smaller by the second.

“Joe, I think I’ll be okay from here. I promise. I’ll just wait for Finn. Thank you for helping me.”

There was a glimmer of amusement as he leaned in closer to you. “You think you can get rid of me that easily?”

He was so close to you and your heart was racing in your chest. You felt like a small animal staring down the jaws of the beast. Samoa Joe wasn’t actually going to do anything you didn’t want him to? Right?

“Joe!” A thick accented voice shouted from behind him. A shaky sigh of relief escaped your lips as Joe turned to see your Finn standing with his arms crossed glaring a hole into the Destroyer’s head.

“Finn!” Joe’s voice didn’t stray from its calm, cool tone. “We’ve been looking for you.”

Finn’s eyes darted to your face, then back to Joe’s. “Is that so, mate?”

“It is.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, “(Y/n) was just having trouble getting back to her dressing room. I helped her down here and figured I’d wait with her until you got here.”

Finn was wearing his wrestling trunks and black Balor Club jacket. Combined with the stance he was in, he looked ready to fight. “I’m here now, brotha. I think I can take it over now.”

Samoa Joe took a step towards him, “Are you sure you can, Balor?”

There was a soft growl that was barely audible to you that echoed from Finn’s throat. “I am a man, Joe. I think I can handle taking care of my woman.”

The tension in the hallway was so thick. There was going to be a fight and you knew it. You had to do something.

Taking two painful sideways steps around Joe, you made your way to Finn, “Babe, can you help me into my dressing room?” You reached out for his arm and pulled him out of his state down with Joe. His blue eyes were still alight with anger. “Babe? Please?” You begged.

Finn’s eyes turned to you and you could see the demon behind them, they softened only for a moment when his gaze met yours. There was a huff of breath that came from Balor as he settled himself down enough to get his shoulder under your arm, guiding you into the room.

“You two lovebirds have a good evening.” Joe half growled as we passed by him.

You allowed your body to fall into an arm chair in the middle of the room, the whole scene outside did not help how sore you were from your match. In fact, it only made you more exhausted.

There was a loud slam behind you that would normally cause you to jump out of your skin. Right now, all you could do was just slouch down into the chair and take off your boots. Keeping an eye on Finn’s tense form, you worked on the laces.

Finn’s knuckles were white, his shoulders were slightly raised, he whirled around to turn away from the door and began pacing around your dressing room. His movements reminded you of a caged tiger.

“Finn?” You asked, a little nervously. “Are you okay?”

He turned and looked at you with a strained look on his face, “Do I look okay?” He leaned against the back of a table with arms crossed in front of his bare chest.

You stood go to him, “What’s wrong? Please tell me. Did I do something?” Your hand brushed against his face.

His hand gripped your wrist, “You’re mine.” He said fiercely.

“I am.”

Finn’s mouth collided with yours. His tongue pried yours apart and you couldn’t stop the moan that you let out.

“Mine.” He whispered against your lips.

Finn’s hand tangled in your hair, his other pulled your hips against him. You could feel something hard pushing against your hip bone.

“Mine.” He growled a little louder as he pulled your locks, forcing your head to fall back. It gave him access to your neck which he quickly peppered with kisses.

“Your’s.” You moaned back.

This only brought another growl from your demon who’s light, feather kisses turned into nips against your flesh. He turned and pushed you down onto the table. Biting his lip, his fingertips reached out for you, lightly running one hand over your exposed skin.

“I’m going to make sure everyone knows who’s you are.” He locked eyes with you, “They’re going to hear you scream my name and no one will ever forget who you belong to.”

Heat rushed to your face, and a wetness pooled between your legs. He’s not being serious, is he? We can’t do this here. Before you could protest, Finn reached for the top half of your ring gear, ripping it off over your head roughly. His fingers hooked on to the trunks and pulled them down past your ankles.

A shiver went down your spine from the cold surface of the table. Finn’s palm rubbed over the bulge in his trunks.

“Fuck, love. You’re so beautiful.” He moaned, his eyes still wandering your naked body. Finn let the leather jacket fall off his shoulders. His finger pressed against your folds, circling over your clit. “So delicious looking.”

“Want a taste?” You tried to tease.

Finn let out another low growl and dropped to his knees, placing both hands on your inner thighs. He pushed them apart. You squirmed at the warmth of his breath.

“Don’t squirm, love.” He chided, kissing the sides of your thighs. “And you better be loud, or else.”

“But Finn..” you were worried what anyone else would say to the sounds of you screaming his name.

But before you could finish your sentence his tongue quickly flicked against your clit. A soft whimper escaped you as the speed of his tongue quickened. He devoured you, pressing his mouth harder into you. Your legs wrapped around his head and a familiar coil began to fill your insides. Finn suckled your swollen bud, then slid two fingers into your heat.

“Oh my god! Finn! I’m so close!” You whined softly.

Finn stopped licking your cunt and stilled his fingers, “You can be louder than that.” He growled.

You bit your lip, “I don’t want anyone to hear. Please? Please don’t stop.”

“I want them to hear! They need to hear!”

You whimpered, head beginning to swim with the need to orgasm. Your hips wiggled trying to get closer to his tongue.

“Finn, I need you.” You pleaded with the man.

Finn allowed a small, half smile to appear on his face, “You need me to what?”

You bit your lip again, this was torture. “I need you to let me come! Please, Finn?”

Finn stood, pushing his trunks down his hips. He thick member sprung free, “And just how would you like me to make you come?”

You scooted towards the end of the table, attempting to get close to him, “Fuck me, please. Finn, please?” You begged him.

Finn lined himself up against your entrance, “Are you going to do as your told?” He asked sliding his length along your folds to tease you.

You groaned, “Yes!” You moaned loudly, “I’ll be good and loud for you, Finn. Please, just fuck me already!”

There was a low chuckle from his chest and he slammed himself into your heat. You could’ve nearly came right then, but you knew the pleasure had just begun. Finn remained standing, holding your hips as he drilled into you. The position allowed for him to plow deeper and deeper, hitting all the right spots. The sound of your skin slapping was only covered by the moans coming from you. They were getting louder with each thrust.

“God, fuck yes!” Finn hissed, wrapping a leg over his shoulder for more leverage. “Be loud for me, love. Who do you belong to?” His free hand played with your nipple, twisting and pinching while your breasts bounced along with his rhythm.

Your vision was beginning to blur, “Finn.” You whimpered.

His hand moved from your breast to your throat, “You’re not loud enough, love. Fucking scream it!”

He lightly squeezed your throat with each thrust, helping him to pull himself harder in to you. Your hips were already sore from the roughness of him. All the pain on heightened the pleasure. You could feel the edge coming closer and closer as he slammed into you. Suddenly, stars filled your vision as he reached around your thigh to roll circles over your clit.

“Finn!” You screamed. The sound was deafening in the small dressing room and you knew anyone close by would’ve heard. You didn’t care at all anymore, “I’m all yours, Finn!” You sang loudly.

“Yes, (Y/n)!” He growled. Finn gave two more rough, sloppy thrusts and unloaded himself into you.  “All mine.” He continued to moan and flopped down onto your chests.

You both lay there breathing heavily. There was blood pounding in your ears as you came down from your climax. Finn’s heart was racing, you could feel it as he laid there, chest pressed against your ribs.

Knock, knock.

“Go away!” Finn yelled at the door.

You giggled, “It’s probably someone coming by to make sure we keep it down.”

“Fuck them.” Finn looked up at you with a smirk. “They better hope they aren’t staying in the same hotel as us then.”

[markonasurface]

28/50 - “I didn’t lose it, I just misplaced it.”

Fandom: All for the Game/The Foxhole Court Characters/pairings: The Foxes, Wymack/matt x dan Summary: Matt can’t find the wedding rings.

A/N:

“I woke up. I rolled over to cuddle with Dan and realized she wasn’t there. I remembered why she wasn’t there.” Matt smiled then went back to telling Wymack and two of his groomsmen every single detail of his morning. “I took a shower and brushed my teeth. I got dressed. I made breakfast - I did not drop the rings in the food because I put them on the table ... I think?”

“You think?” Neil repeated.

“I know,” Matt said, still sounding uncertain. “I didn’t let them out of my sight.”

Aaron sighed from his chair. “You’re rich. Just go buy new ones. I’ll go.”

Matt balked. “No, no. It was my great great grandma’s ring. My mom wore it and her mom wore it and her mom -”

“Oh, then you’re screwed.”

“I hope this happens to you when you and Katelyn get married,” Matt said, frowning.

“If it does,” Aaron answered back. “I’ll just buy new ones because I don’t have a great great great great great grandma’s ring to give her.”

Neil tilted his head. “It was only two greats.”

Wymack cleared his throat and Matt said, “Then, um, I cleaned - I ate breakfast and cleaned up. Brushed my teeth?”

“Matt.”

“What?” He turned to Neil. “I’m sorry. I can’t remember everything. I’ve been too excited and the whole morning is a blur. Dan’s gonna kill me.”

“Why?”

Matt jumped and all of the men turned to see Allison sticking her head around the door. “What?”

“Why is Dan going to kill you?” she asked, letting herself into the room. She looked amazing - more than amazing even in the obnoxious Fox orange dress.

“We’re not dressed,” Aaron said but made no move to put on a shirt or pants.

Allison’s eyes moved from Aaron leaning back in his boxers to Neil in a ratty t-shirt and briefs to Matt in his unbuttoned collared shirt and undone tie. She shrugged. “You’re not naked. Why is Dan going to kill Matt?”

“On the table!” Matt whooped. Allison arched a perfect brow and Matt turned to Neil excitedly. “The table by the front door.”

“You’re sure?” Neil questioned, holding up his phone.

“One hundred fifty billion million trillion percent.” Matt picked Neil up and swung him around.

Neil smiled and didn’t tell Matt to put him down. “I’ll tell Andrew to get them.”

“While you’re at it, text Nicky and tell him he and Erik better be here in the next thirty minutes.”

“You forgot the rings?” Allison asked, voice flat.

Matt set Neil down and stuck his tongue out at Allison. “No.” Then, “Don’t tell Dan. Please.”

Allison pointed at him and said, “As long as they’re here in time. I didn’t spend a year planning this wedding for you to mess up the one job I gave you, Boyd.”

She threw an accusing glance at all of them. Wymack gave her a wink and a thumbs up. Aaron rolled his eyes and Neil just ignored it. Allison gave him that look a lot.

Fifteen minutes later the door flew open again but this time it was Nicky. He gave a wide grin and rushed forward. Matt was the first one to greet him. Neil secretly loved getting hugs but he didn’t want them to know because he had a feeling they’d all overcompensate and he wouldn’t love them so much. Matt and Nicky unarguably gave the best hugs.

“Neil!” Nicky wrapped him in a bear hug and kissed both of his cheeks.

“Hey, Nicky,” Neil said.

He turned to Coach and threw his arms dramatically around him even though it’d only been a month since he left for Germany. Coach pretended to be exasperated by his behavior but asked, “You’ve been doing okay? You don’t need anything?”

Nicky’s smile was so huge Neil thought his face might split. Then he turned to his cousin. Aaron had only been watching the reunion, mouth in a straight line, looking like he was having an internal battle.

Finally, he stood up and Neil almost thought his eyes were playing tricks on him when he wrapped his arms tightly around Nicky’s middle. Not even Nicky said anything but his eyes were watery.

Aaron quickly stepped away and studied Nicky.

“Where’s Andrew?” Nicky asked.

“He should be here soon,” Neil said. “He got in pretty late last night.”

Matt handed Nicky a suit. “Hurry and get changed. And comb your hair.”

Neil’s phone rang and he answered. “Did you get them?” He waited for the response then asked, “Are you sure?” He turned to Matt. “They’re not there.”

Matt’s face paled. “No, they have to be.” He sunk into a fancy chair.

“Want Andrew to pick a couple of replacements up?” Neil asked.

“You lost the rings?” Nicky asked, mouth open wide. “Matt! You had one job!”

“I know, I know,” he said miserably.

“Tell Andrew to get a couple of nice rings for the ceremony,” Nicky commanded. “We’ll have to find the others later.”

Wymack offered Matt a hand up. “You need to go tell Dan.”

Matt tentatively knocked on the door to the bridal room. He felt absolutely nauseated and like he didn’t deserve Dan. He had one job. One.

Allison stuck her head out and said, “What is it? You know you’re not allowed to see her.”

Matt swallowed, then swallowed again.

“Oh, fuck,” Allison muttered.

“She probably won’t want to marry me after this but I won’t look at her,” Matt said quietly, still miserable.

Allison sighed and closed the door. He heard her calling out and then she led the procession of bridesmaids out the door.

“No peeking,” Dan’s stage sister reminded him.

He backed into the room.

“Matt?” Dan said. “What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re not getting cold feet are you?” she teased.

Matt sighed. He felt her slip her hand into his. “It’s about the rings.”

Dan went suddenly still, her hand limp. “You lost them?”

“I thought I - I know I left them on the front table,” Matt said, head hanging. “But Andrew just went to check and they’re not there. I don’t know where else they would be.”

“You let the monster into our house?”

“To get the rings.” Matt closed his eyes and tried not to cry. He had ruined the day. “He’s going to pick up new rings for the ceremony.”

“To replace the ones you lost.” Dan’s voice was tight and he felt her shivering. She took her hand away.

Matt felt horrible. His heart was racing a million miles an hour or it was long gone. He didn’t know which. “I didn’t lose [them], I just -”

“Misplaced [them].” Dan said and Matt realized she was smiling as she slipped her hand back in his.

He stopped breathing. “No.” He took his hand away and looked at what she had given him. “Are you kidding me?”

He whirled around and Dan screeched. He closed his eyes swiftly and said, “You had them the whole time? What the hell, Dan?”

“Hey,” she said, grabbing both of his hands. “Don’t swear at your almost wife.”

“What? When? Why? Allison knew?” He resisted the urge to open his eyes and gawk.

“I forgot my something blue,” Dan explained. “When we stopped by the house, you were gone but the rings were on the table.”

Matt groaned. “I was about to shit myself, Dan. I thought I’d ruined everything.”

“Seriously?” Dan rested her arms lightly on his shoulders. “You thought forgetting the rings would make me not marry you? Matthew Donovan Boyd, you should know better than that. I’ve been waiting to be your wife since the night the Monsters took you to Columbia.”

Matt leaned forward til he felt her forehead touching his. “I - really?”

Dan shrugged. “Maybe.” She kissed him softly. “I would marry you in the middle of the desert, sweaty as fuck, if you puked on my dress, or toppled the fucking ginormous wedding cake.”

“Really?” Matt asked again, feeling warm and tingly again now that the rings had been located.

“Yes, but don’t do any of that.”

“Okay.”

She kissed him again just as Allison knocked on the door. “Okay, you sickeningly sweet lovebirds. It’s time.”