#I remember Teddy was running against a woman but I don't remember who so... THAT'S SANDRA'S WIFE

[hawksheadcanonblog]

Headcanon - Sandra is a married woman. She left on a trip for a week and returned with a ring on her finger as well as a ring on her best friend’s finger. She then started introducing her as her wife.

#it took a bit for them to find a judge willing to legally marry them and they just had a very private wedding for the rest of their trip #I remember Teddy was running against a woman but I don't remember who so... THAT'S SANDRA'S WIFE #I'm torn between Teddy saying she's unfit for that reason or him being cool with it because Ricky's gay #both could exist but I'm not sure which way I prefer it for him just yet #Killer frequency headcanon #Sandra Sharpe #killer frequency #Headcanon #seriously I don't want to dig for her name if you know it please send it my way it's Linda something right?

[corinnedollete]

English version here!!

Strawberry toddys

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—Pikaaaa...~— Corinne shouted slyly through her pink Flip cell phone with several cute keychains, a little tearful and needy for her boyfriend.

With her pink outfit and pink accessories with bows, the little black girl was crying and pouting. She was in a W pose on her bed with several strawberry toddy boxes around her and holding her Eevee teddy bear.

Kurapika sighs in embarrassment, leaving his co-workers who heard the scream Corinne gave.

—What happened, my doll?— Kurapika asks, placing his hand on his forehead, massaging it there.

—My stock of strawberry toddy ran out...— She says a little tearfully, her lips curved into a pout and the girl's pink was adorable.

Even without seeing her, Kurapika could see this scene, he sighed deeply, sometimes he regretted spoiling his girlfriend so much, but he wouldn't want to see her sad.

—I'm leaving work right away, don't worry, be a good girl and wait for me.— Kurapika says, and hears an "Uhum" from her, right after she hangs up.

As the hours passed she was in her bed watching some analog horror while crying for her boyfriend. She held her plush while she was watching the TV, with a pout on her lips and her cheeks slightly inflated.

Soon she hears the sound of the living room door opening, a few steps away and Kurapika opens the door, revealing a slightly tired face and a bag with boxes of strawberry toddy that Corinne loved and was addicted to. Corinne saw her boyfriend, paused the video and ran to him, hugging him and sliding down his legs, kneeling on one of his legs.

—Kuraaa...— She muffles with her face on Kurapika's leg, rubbing her cheeks on Kurapika's thigh like a sly cat.

Kurapika just sighs and caresses her head, in the end he liked that, she gave him comfort, gave him love and pleasure. Kurapika smile and see her raise her face, facing his hip, Kurapika can't help but think about several intimate things with her, or rather, remember. The memories of when she couldn't speak for two whole weeks after he fucked her throat hard, or when she had pain in her hips and legs after a long fuck that he didn't show an ounce of mercy for.

—Is my little doll hungry for strawberry toddy?— He questions and she quickly nods her head, agreeing. —What do you think about helping me too?— He says, making Corinne's attention go to the bulge in his pants, she smiles and gives a little kiss there, getting it dirty with her pink lip gloss.

—My mouth will be busy with the strawberry toddys.— She says with a pout. —Uh~— Corinne makes a small noise with her mouth after feeling Kurapika moving his foot against her covered intimacy.

—I have other options, go to bed.— Kurapika says, handing the bag with strawberry toddys to Corinne, who takes it and runs to bed.

On the bed, she lies on her back and takes one of the toddys, starting to put the straw in it to drink.

Kurapika takes off his jacket and unbuttons his pants, letting out a gasp as he feels the tightness around his dick loosen. While Corinne was drinking her toddy he positioned himself in front of him, taking her legs and placing them on his left shoulder, he kissed her leg before giving her a nice hard slap on her ass, making that area red. Kurapika unbuttons his white dress shirt and opens it, putting it behind him, but still without taking it off.

—That meaty thigh of yours makes me so horny...— He says in a husky voice.

Kurapika takes his hand to grab one of her thighs while he sticks his dick between them, the fabric of the pantyhose with bows helped a little with the pleasure, but it was dry. Corinne takes the toddy she was drinking and puts it in her hand, taking it to Kurapika's dick and lubricating it, making him moan deeply and tighten his grip on the younger girl's thigh even more.

—Hunf.... Ah...— Kurapika moans, throwing his head back while being stimulated by the black-skinned woman's hand.

Corinne closes her legs and takes another box of toddy to drink, squeezing Kurapika's dick with her thighs, Kurapika soon begins to move between her thighs, moving her hips back and forth, with a satisfying smile and her eyes becoming scarlet. He looks at Corinne who was drinking the strawberry toddy and letting out light moans from time to time when she felt him pressing his dick lower, but today he wanted her thigh.

Kurapika continued with the movements, going a little faster, Corinne was on her third strawberry toddy, swallowing while feeling stimulation over her clothes. The grip of Kurapika's hands on Corinne's plump thigh tightens even more, making her release brief moans and her legs shake after feeling her peak close.

—Kura... I... !!— Corinne rolls her eyes and arches her back after reaching her orgasm, biting her lips while letting other light sly moans escape.

Kurapika didn't stop moving, even after her orgasm he increased his movements. Corinne was in her toddy room when she felt Kurapika's cock start to pulse, ready to spurt. With each thrust, Corinne's boobs bounced, Kurapika gave her another slap on her thigh, this one which would be clearly marked.

—Argh... Corinne...— Kurapika pauses, squeezing the young woman's thigh even more, his scarlet eyes were very strong and he finally cums.

Kurapika threw his head back, holding Corinne's thick thigh tightly as he groaned after his milk spurted onto the dark-skinned girl's belly. He slapped Corinne's ass again and looked at her, who was catching the sperm with her finger, to be able to drink. When Kurapika saw this he smiled and opened her legs, going to kiss himself.

—You're so perfect, my love...— Kurapika said after breaking the kiss, Corinne rubbed her cheek against Kurapika's in the form of Affection.

—Kurapika, your cum is so yummy!!— Corinne said smiling with her eyes closed, which made Kurapika choke and blush heavily, looking away.

—Hmph, you're really hopeless...— Kurapika murmured, before kissing his girlfriend's forehead.

And so it was for the rest of the night, with strawberry toddys and lots of affection from both of them.

#oc x canon #hunter x hunter fanfic #fanfic #hot #pink #Kurapika

[queerofzaun]

Hiii so glad you exist! I know you’re swamped with requests so I’ll be patient. I absolutely am in LOVE with Sevika. Can I request a snippet of her first encounter with fem reader who now is in a relationship with her? Thank you!

𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 : sevika x fem!reader

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : fluff, alcohol consumption

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : reader is in a relationship with Sevika, and the two talk about their first encounter after a few drinks

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 : 584

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 : heyoo! i'm glad you exist too <33 this is just a little snippet so it's a lil shorter than my other fics. also, i am also working on the part two of the sevika smut i wrote, so keep an eye out for that y'all. anyways, as always, hope u enjoy!!

After finishing two bottles of cheap liquor, you were plastered beside your girlfriend. Who was much better at handling her alcohol, and was only tipsy compared to your inebriated state. Your legs draped over her lap as you laid your head back against the sofa with a sigh.

She was still sipping on her glass, running a hand up and down your leg. You smiled, "Hey, Sev?"

Her brown eyes shifted to meet your e/c ones, "Yes, doll?"

"Do you remember the night we first met?" You asked, sitting up a bit.

It was just another typical day in the fissures. It was filled with trading, getting into a few fights with brawlers that lingered on the streets, and with you on your way to get a drink at the last drop before you headed in for the night.

Sevika chuckled as she played with her glass, "I remember saving your ass."

You were sitting at the bar, a drink in hand as you made small talk with Thieram. Music was blaring throughout the small building, the bass shook the stool you were sitting on. People were dancing on the floor drunkenly, playing their card games at the round tables, enjoying drinks with their friends and partners. Smoke could been seen throughout the whole place from the cigars and shimmer.

Some dude, probably twice your age, came up to you. He begged you to come with him. You said you weren't interested in men before telling him to get lost. That only enraged the man, and resulted him in your face as he started to scream at you. Calling you names. He was close to hitting you before he was suddenly thrown across the bar. The entire bar fell silent as they gathered around him with weapons drawn.

"You did." You smiled, "Everyone always said you were scary, but that night.. It made me see you differently."

Sevika looked down at you, with a very subtle look of concern. It was shocking that to see someone who was so tough, soften towards you. Especially that person being known as the scariest woman in Zaun. Before then, you believed the rumors. That she was not someone to fuck with. But there she was, standing above you with worried eyes. It changed how you saw her. No longer scary, but a protector.

"That never changed. You're lucky you managed to make me go soft on you, I don't let anyone see me the way you do." She told you before slowly taking a sip from her cup.

She ended up having a few drinks with you to make sure no one bothered you for the rest of the night. The two of you hit it off immediately. You spent hours talking to her, telling her about how you grew up on the streets. How your parents had passed away when you were ten so you had been on your own for a long time. That you often snuck up into the upper city to steal items to trade for coins and items. She told you about her as well, how she grew up. Opened up about Vander, and why she made the decision to side with Silco. Even went on a little rant about her annoyance for his daughter, Jinx.

"Oh, please. You're just a giant, sometimes aggressive and murderous teddy bear." You teased with a giggle.

She gave you a look with a raised eyebrow. "And you're lucky I love you because if anyone else called me a teddy bear, my blade would be in their chest."

#sevika x reader #sevika arcane #sevika #arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane x reader #arcane lol #lol x reader #league of legends arcane

[allywritesforfun]

Uhhh, a part 2 of the AweSamDude story. I don't know, maybe the court case would be cool! If requests arent open, then ignore them

um yes! I have wanted to make a part 2 for so long but had no clue where to start and this just makes perfect sense!

{Locked Up Heart pt 2} irl!warden!awesamdude x Reader

pronouns: were originally not mentioned, but now are she/they

word count: 2987

trigger warnings: mention/talk of rape and murder, court cases, somewhat angsty 

a/n: the law I mentioned is a real law but I can't remember what the law is actually called so roll with it

part one

masterlist

You stared at yourself in the body mirror. You haven't seen yourself look like this in years. All dressed up and ready to impress. You wore a gorgeous black suit with a purple inside along with sleek black pants. You looked into the body mirror, admiring yourself.

Sam let you live with him “until you could find your own place” but neither of you had intentions of leaving. You looked at apartments once online, but you knew with this on your record that you were going nowhere but some run down ghetto, and Sam knew that too. 

He knew that you would be able to take care of yourself there, he wasn't scared for your safety or any of that. He was scared that you wouldn't be able to support yourself. Finding a job was hard, all that there was these days for someone like you was online surveys that were not reliable.

Staying with Sam was the best of the both of you. He has been without a roommate for years now. He felt less alone with you being there. The first couple nights were awkward. You slept on the pull out couch and didn't have much clothes. You felt terrible about the amount of washes you did, but eventually you started to get more comfortable with Sam. 

The first sign of progression was when he offered you his sweatshirt instead of a blanket. It was a sweet gesture, you gladly took it. Later that night instead of returning it, you cuddled it to sleep. Now, its your version of a teddy bear. Nice and warm and flourished with Sam’s scent.

You only started sleeping in his bed with him a week ago. It was a purposeful accident. He offered to watch tv in his room since you two deep cleaned the couch. You've planned on falling asleep on him, but you didn't plan for it to be that day. 

It was the best feeling in the world: waking up to being wrapped around and held tight and safe. You must've laid there when you woke up for an hour before Sam got up. You pretended to be asleep so that you could play the innocent girl card. It worked.

You felt a pair of large hands caress your waist. You jumped and had a little fear-induced hiccup.

“Sorry!” Sam took his hands off and backed away. “I’m still getting used to sensitive areas.”

You two have been working on okay areas to touch. You taught yourself to be extra alert while in the prison and certain touches trigger your reflexes and others cause panic, like hips.

Because of your high murder count, you were sent to the normal prison, the non-all woman prison. It wasn't the worst in the world. You only saw males during eating times, but it was common to get grabbed like that. It happened to every single female, every eating hour. The guards did nothing about it, not that they really could. 

Sam has seen it before, not you, but to other women. He had an idea of areas to stay away from, but he is such an affectionate guy and sometimes he forgets.

“You’re okay, Sam. The more you do it, the more comfortable I’ll get with it,” You explained.

Sam was so good to you. He’s helped you through it all. Everything that you needed to heal, he gave to you. 

“Well then maybe after the trial we can get some practice in...” He swooned. 

You chuckled, “If we win. There’s a chance I won't come back here tonight. I’m lucky enough that they gave me stay at home orders in the meantime.”

He nodded, “We’re gonna win.” He kissed your cheek, “How could anyone that looks as scrumptious as you right now lose? There is no way. We have the evidence, and we have your perfect prison record. Not a single misdemeanor! They might not drop all chargers but you’re coming home tonight.”

“Home?” You questioned.

You've avoided that word for the longest time. You always said ‘the house’ or ‘your place’. Not because you didn’t want this to be your home, not the exact opposite. You wanted this to be forever home, but you never wanted to overstay your welcome. 

“Yes home,” Sam laughed. “Why wouldn’t this be home... you feel safe here don’t you?”

“I do!” You exclaimed, waving your hands back and forth in denial. “I just didn't realize you wanted this to be my home.”

Sam offered his hand out to you; you gladly took it. His soft hand gently squeezed yours as he pulled you slowly into him, embracing you, “Of course I want this to be your home. I couldn't imagine anywhere else I would want you to be. This never felt like home to me, until you came home with me.”

You breathed in his scent, instantly relaxing into him, “I like it here. A lot.”

He pressed his lips to your forehead, “Now have that same attitude in court, we got to go.”

The court room was filled, more than you expected. You looked around, not recognizing a single face except for a few prison guards who were testifying on both sides. You noticed the media set it up in the back. Your story hit the news faster than expected. You did have a great story: warden falls in love with murder. 

“Hands out,” The officer directed.

You obliged. You opposed no threat to anyone and no intentions too, but if putting you in handcuffs made them feel better, then handcuffs it was. You looked back at Sam as the cold metal locked around your wrists. He replied with a frown, which quickly turned into an encouraging smile.

His bipolarness was the vibe right now. You noticed people having a hard time deciding where to sit. There were a lot of people on both sides, but no family members of yours. You gave up on them a long time ago when you noticed they weren’t writing letters and ignoring your calls.

You didn't need them, all you needed was Sam. You have everything you want right now, except for freedom.

“All rise!” 

You stood up from the wooden bench. The judge walked in wearing the classic black gown and had a book in his hands. He nodded at a few of his guards before taking a seat. He opened up his book and looked around the room, landing on you.

“Good afternoon everyone, and there are a lot of you,” His voice was so deep that it bounced against the walls, making an eerie echo. “Calling the case of State Prison vs y/n. Are both sides ready?”

The representative of the prison and your lawyer both replied with a yes. The jury then stood and raised their right hand and made their oath, returning to the bench. 

The representative stood up and gave their opening statement: “Ladies and gentleman of the court, Your Honor, the Jury. You will find that the defendant has been charged with four accounts of murder and convicted by confession. The defendant has taken accountability for all the murders committed and has given detail about how she killed those four men. It is ridiculous that we are here in court today deciding if we can release a serial killer back into the public. With a strong motive to kill, there is no reason why the defendant should be let back into the public eye.”

Serial killer. That is what you are. No one has ever said it that way, but he was absolutely right. You fit the definition perfectly, you had a type and more than three victims. It already wasn't looking good for you.

Your lawyer took center stage, “A martyr is the perfect word to describe the defendant. They have given their life to the state to save the lives of many to come. The strength that my client displays and ownership prove that although they are guilty of the crimes, they are still human and deserve a second chance.”

The judge called you to take the stand. You sat down after taking your oath and folded your hands neatly in your lap.

“Miss l/n,” He started. “Today you are trying to get your case dismissed after confessing to your crimes. That is very interesting. Let’s go back to before the crimes were committed, what were you thinking, what were you doing in your life at the time?”

You shook your head, “Many years ago I was an activist. I enjoyed speaking to the public about issues facing the community and the world at the time. If I wasn't outside with a sign, I was inside posting on social media. I was in college, I was studying Political Science.”

“And what were you planning on doing with the major?”

You paused. It’s been so long that you had a hard time remembering why you wanted to study and what career you wanted, “I was planning on becoming a political journalist, Your Honor.”

He shuffled around his papers, “I’ve looked at your latest credit that you were working on. It was a Sociology class. Do you remember what topic you were discussing in class?”

You nodded, “Rape. The number of rapes in a year and the number of rapists convicted was the last assignment I was working on.”

You remember that assignment like it was yesterday. That one assignment got you so worked up and so mad at the world, that you just had to do something. There was no way that you couldn't. Women’s voices were being ignored and cases rose every day; repeat offenders increased everyday.

“Now to my understanding all the men that you murdered were accused of rape.”

You nodded, “Yes, Your Honor.”

“The attorney may ask questions to Miss l/n.”

The attorney stood up and adjusted your jacket, “Miss l/n, did any of those men physically harm you?”

You shook your head, “No.”

“So you took advantage of the fact that you were young to persuade the men into being alone with you just to kill them?”

You shook your head, “No, I didn’t persuade them at all. All of them suggested going back to their place.”

“But you did stalk them to find out where they were going?”

“No,” You answered. “They had their location public on their phone. All I did was look up their name and I knew where they were.”

“So these men did nothing to you at all except invite you over to their house. And you accepted the offer under no influence or threat. You killed four innocent men and you want to be let back out on the streets? This woman is a danger to society. She seeks out innocent men to end their life for no reason.” He nodded his head and went back to his desk, looking at his notes. He looked back at you and nodded, “That will conclude my questioning.”

You looked back at your lawyer, they gave you back a look of relief. Then you searched the crowd for Sam. Once you found him he gave you a thumbs up. It seemed like you were already on top of the case.

“Miss y/n,” Your lawyer started. “We all know that you killed those men, but why?”

“They raped multiple women. When brought to court, they were given a light sentence and did not do proper justice to the woman. These woman went day to day fearing for their life that they ever spoke out about the terrible things that happened to them. I couldn't let myself live knowing that there was a reason for women to be scared because their government had failed them.”

“Those women were scared? Why were they scared?” “Because they feared that they would get raped again. All of those men were repeat offenders. They would only take more victims and never be punished.”

“So you killed those men to prevent others from being hurt with evidence that it would happen again.”

You nodded, “I would never hurt anyone that had no intentions of causing harm.”

“Miss l/n just described public defense. Under the public defense law, anyone can defend the public with reasonable cause. It’s like self-defense, but for others. She shouldn’t have been committed in the first place. If those men were still alive, they would have kept raping until they were killed. Miss y/n saved lives. That concludes my questioning.”

You were dismissed from the stand and went back by your lawyer. They smiled at you, knowing that with that alone, they had won the case.

The attorney called Sam to the stand; he took his oath and sat down.

“So, Sam. You were the warden in charge of the wing that Miss y/n was being held in?”

“Yes.”

“That prison is a tough place to be, she must’ve fussed around a lot.”

Sam shook his head, “Not one bit. She does not have a single complaint against her. Everything that was asked of her, she did with speed and efficiency. She didn't have one lash out in her time.”

“Nothing at all?”

“Like I said, not one complaint.”

“To my understanding you have a relationship with Miss l/n, is that correct?”

“Objection!” Your lawyer yelled. “Irrelevant to the case. Sam was called because of his position and his professional opinion, not his personal life.”

“Sustained.”

“That concludes my questioning.”

Your lawyer stood up and nodded. You could feel that they were about to lay down the last blow.

“Sam, did this prison have any rapists?”

He nodded, “All kinds of rapists, of all ages and target groups.”

“Did Miss l/n ever have contact with these rapists?”

“Yes. Most of the time during eating hours and the occasional passing in the hall.”

“And how did that interaction go?”

“Miss l/n was given a hard time by these rapists. While waiting in line she was often sexually grabbed. During passing she was cat called and teased at.”

“And what was here response to the sexual assault?”

“Stone faced, emotionless. Every time it happened it amazed me how she would just stand there and wait to be given a direction. The most reaction she’s ever had was lightly shuffling her body to get them off, but she never lunged or reached at them.”

“And what did the other guards do when they noticed this behavior?”

“Nothing. Sometimes they yelled if it was getting close to rape, but overall nothing. We were under instructions not to react because in the past it only caused encouragement of the assault. Prisoners love any excuse to fight a guard,” Sam looked over at you. “I am so sorry that there was nothing I could’ve done. Everyday I watched as you were touched and I wanted to give it to them, I wanted to make sure that I would see them every day of their life, but I couldn't. I couldn't risk hurting you more.”

You smiled, almost tearing up at his words, but you kept yourself composed with a small sniffle.

“The main concern of Miss y/n going back into the public is that she will kill again. As said by her and concluded by a court, she only killed rapists,” Your lawyer pointed out. “As stated by the warden in charge of looking over her, she had the opportunity to kill. She had the opportunity to hurt them, but she never took it. Even after being sexually assaulted, she still kept to herself. This is undeniable evidence that Miss y/n is a changed woman. In her file it is stated that she did more than required community service and went above and beyond with helping other cellmates. Her actions within the prison prove that she is a well-rounded and caring individual. She has changed her ways and is ready to go back into the world. She did justice to the world and it is time for the world to her justice.”

You waited anxiously for over an hour to find out what the jury had decided. You and your lawyer talked about possible outcomes. They told you the sooner they made the decision, the better chances that you had. You had no error in your case and said everything that you wanted to say. The opposing side’s evidence was all proven false.

You got called back into the court, the jury had made their final decision. You rose for the judge and took a seat when prompted. You could feel your leg bouncing.

“In the case of the State Prison vs l/n...” the judge started. You looked over your shoulder at Sam. He had his hands placed in a praying position with his head resting against them. “Miss y/n is found not guilty of all charges and her remaining sentence will be dismissed. She will compensated for her time falsely spent in prison plus be rewarded another trial for her sexual assault. This case is adjourned.”

You could feel emotion flood through you. Pure happiness and joy leaked from your eyes. You tilted your head back in relief and squeezed at your heart. All of these years of the bullshit you put up with was all worth it. You hugged your lawyer and thanked them up and down, the emotion so strong in you that you almost dropped to your knees. You were caught by familiar hands: Sam. Sam pulled you up and into him. He was practically jumping up and down in excitement. He calmed down for a second to lock eyes with you. He couldn't help but smile and cry with you. He placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled you into a deep kiss. It was nothing extravagant, just a simple deep and meaningful kiss that said all the words that he wanted to say.

“I’m coming home!”

#awesamdude #awesamedude x reader #x reader #warden #prison #warden!sam #irl #fluff #angst #mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt oneshot #oneshot #awesamdude oneshot #awesamdude imagine #imagine #mcyt imagine

[random-fandoms-fanfics]

Hi so I don’t know if you’re taking requests right now I couldn’t see anything that said you were or weren’t so you can just ignore this if you aren’t but I was wondering if I could ask for a luisa x trans male reader? like Luisa and the reader have been secretly together for a while and luisa wants to introduce the reader to her family I imagine this happens a year after the events of the movie. if you don’t feel comfortable with writing this that’s totally fine I understand again I didn’t see anything that said you weren’t or were taking requesting so if you aren’t that’s totally fine.

As long as it an't some deplorable shit I'm comfortable writing anything. I hope this is good and you like it, if you don't just tell me.

Encanto was the most beautiful place you’ve ever seen, a paradise hidden away by massive mountains and a dense jungle, you found it three days after you, and everyone in the city you were currently in, saw the massive mountain in the distance split in half, heading off to figure out what the strange movement was.

Inside the mountains you were met with villagers who were friendly towards you, even with the confused looks they gave you and the whispers they had behind you, only revealing the truth of your origins when an old woman named Alam confronted you. Even though they were suspicious of you they invited you into their village, wanting to help you find somewhere to sleep but you simply took up residence next to the most remarkable part of Encanto the magical house on the hill filled with equally magical people, your tent outside the window of a certain someone who wooed you on your first day in the hidden town.

You were getting water from the river when you first saw her, carrying a entire bridge in her hands and placing it right next to you, this demonstration of strength marvelled you, you gawking up at her from your spot on the ground, this made her self conscious as she never received a look like yours, running off with a blush.

Everyday after you would admire her from afar but with how she saw you she would become even more bashful, thinking this man who was rumoured to come from beyond the mountains was judging her. After two weeks you finally decided to do something about your infatuation with the powerful woman.

“Hola señorita, may I talk to you,” you ran towards Luisa, carrying a large wicker basket with you, “please just a moment,” huffing Luisa turned to you with a donkey on her shoulder, “hey, do you need something?”

“I wanted to give you something, then ask you something,” holding the basket out she looked at it suspiciously, lifting the lid she peered into the basket, dropping the donkey she reached into the container and pulled out a large plush bear, “I hope you like him, you seem like a teddy bear person,” she hugged the bear close to her with a soft smile on her face, “he’s adorable, thank you”

“It’s alright, Luisa?” she nodded, moving the bear to her hip and smiling down at you, “ok, Luisa, would you like coito with me,” her face turned into shock before snickering, “I said something wrong didn’t I,”

“We can have coito after a few dates, we can get something comerse tonight,”

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — – — —

Making it up the hill you saw the large woman sitting on a blanket looking over the town, “hey,”

“Hi,” her arms wrapped around your neck, nuzzling her nose against you, “how’s my handsome man?”

“Not the best,” her smile turned into a frown and her brows furrowed, her face now one of concern, “what happened?”

“Nothing it’s just, I really have to talk to you about something,”

“Did I do something?”

“No love, it’s something, I haven’t done,”

“What is it?”

“Remember yesterday, when we were just cuddling next to the river then things got, intense,” her face snapped into a look of realisation and her hands pulling away from your waist, “I scared you didn’t I, look it’s ok, I not upset,”

“Oh nonono it’s just, I didn’t want to scare you,” she blinked before her eyes snapped down to your crotch and back up to you, “oh um it’s not big, I don't even have one,”

“What?”

“Luisa I,” sucking in a breath you held it before letting it out, “I was born a woman,”

“What?”

“I wasn’t born with a man’s body, only with the mind of one,”

“So you have boobs and a?” she lifted her hand and spread two fingers, you grabbing her hand and shoved her hand down, “Kinda, I got my breast cut off,” unbuttoning your shirt you held it open, puffing out your chest you showed off the symmetrical discoloured marks under your pecs, “these are the scars from the surgery I had to remove them,” her fingers grazed over the scars with a soft look on her face, “I always wondered what these were from,” her hand moved up to your chin, pressing a kiss to your lips, when she pulled away you looked up at her blinking and with your mouth agape, “you don’t care?”

“You’re mi vida, (Y/N) (L/N) right,”

“Yeah,”

“Then I don’t care,”

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“Just please be nice to him,” Luisa whined as her sister tugged some of her hair into place, “why wouldn’t we,”

“Because you scared the last one off,”

“I’m just protecting my little sister,” pulling her up Isabela dragged Luisa down the stairs, “and I’m just protecting my sweet little cousin,” the second eldest grandchildren hugged Luisa's other arms, helping her cousin drag Luisa down to the dining room, where her mother was waiting, “mi niña, you look so beautiful,” she pulled her daughter’s face down to hers, covering her daughter's face with kisses “mama,”

“You’re right mi amor, she’s looking incredible, this boy must be really important,”

“He’s my boyfriend of course he’s important, where’s Abuela I wanna see her before he arrives?”

“She’s already at the door waiting for your boyfriend,” a rhythmic knocking sounded out right after Camilo, Luisa ran out of the dinning room to see her Abuela standing at the door and watched her open the doors to come face to face with you holding a bouquet of orchids.

Grabbing ahold of her hands in one of yours you pressed a kiss to her old knuckles before you focused on your words, “hola, señora, por favor, disculpe mis palabras, todavía no son las mejores,” the older woman smiling up at you, “your words are better since we've last talked, come dinner is nearly ready,” she threaded her arm with yours she led you towards the rest of the family.

Ushering you into the dining room she turned to Luisa, giving her an approving look before walking in to see a vine loosely hung around your throat, Agustin shaking your hand and holding his fingers between the vines and your neck, "hey love, I don't think your sister likes me,"

"Isa let him go," she ripped the vine, letting it fall to the group as she pulled you into her chest,

"Él no se puede confiar en él,"

"What did she say?"

"Nothing true,"

#encanto x reader #encanto #luisa madrigal #luisa x reader #luisa madrigal x reader

[chilly-me-softly]

Getting jealous of one of masons friends. A bit of angst that turns into fluff please x

You're talking to Ben and your eyes are drawn across the room by some laughter, seeing that this friend of Mason's has literally thrown herself at him and is hugging him. He's laughing too, he's got that smile on his face that makes your heart race all the time, but right now it has the opposite effect. Mason is everyone's friend and most of the time it fills your heart with joy to see how he gets along with everyone, how everyone looks out for him. But there are simply certain behaviours that you don't tolerate, that you wouldn't do in the first place and sometimes you take for granted that everyone thinks and behaves as you do. And you don't want to be the jealous girl, the one who is constantly looking for attention or who has to have the guy always by her side; that is simply your limit, something that bothers you and that you are trying to work on so that it doesn't become a problem even if you know that it is written all over your face.

"Sorry what was I saying?" you seem to suddenly remember that you were talking to Ben, returning your attention to him.

The boy grins, "It seems your attention has shifted to something else at the moment"

"No way" you shake your head, "we were talking about something important" you force yourself to stop thinking about those two at least until you've finished your conversation with Ben and that's probably the hardest thing you've ever done. You turn your back, pretending not to care and not allowing your mind to wander.

And you need a drink as soon as that conversation ends, your legs almost running to the kitchen to pour yourself something to drink. You take a sip of cold beer as arms wrap around your waist and Mason's breath hits your cheek.

"You okay?" he leaves a kiss on your cheek as you nod. "Yeah"

"What are you drinking?"

"Beer"

"Uuh careful with that" he teases you chuckling letting go of his grip around your body to reach for a glass.

"Don't worry, I can hold a glass or two" you point out and he rolls his eyes while still keeping a smile on his lips. Noticing that his friend wasn't so wrong after all.

"She's harmless, maybe a little exuberant but nothing more" after filling his glass he leans his back against the counter, your arms touching as he looks at you sincerely wanting to reassure you somehow.

"I know" you sigh, "I'm working on it, this is all new to me I've never felt like this before. And sometimes it's just hard to deal with everything I'm feeling" you shrug as you see him hide a smile in his glass. It's true your relationship with Mason was quite new, every day brought you to know more about each other and your jealous side was something he didn't get to see often. Not that he didn't get the chance between fans or friends, but while he had no problem being a jealous man or complaining to you you didn't like that side of yourself and you held yourself back. Unless it turned into a game between the two of you, then you were allowing your barriers to come down.

"It's quite adorable you know, you are when you're jealous" he states cheekily as you feel your cheeks instantly blush.

"I'm pretty sure adorable is the last thing I'd use to describe a jealous woman"

"I don't know, I just feel like holding you and filling you with kisses"

"What am I your personal teddy bear?!" you retort making him laugh, and a moment later his arms are around your body again holding you gently; several kisses left on your temple and cheek as he rocks lightly in place.

#thank you anon #mason mount #mason mount blurb

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

I Loved Her First

Bucky Barnes X Daughter!Reader, Peter Parker X Barnes!Reader

Summary: He was enough for you not long ago he was your number one, you told him so and you still mean the world to him

Warnings: none that I know of, fluff, meaningless threats father's give to their daughters boyfriend.

Song: I Loved Her First By Heartland

Look at the two of you dancin' that way lost in the moment and each other's face so much in love, you're alone in this place like there's nobody else in the world

You stared at Peter as you danced around the dance floor. Just a couple of hours after you got married. You guys met in high school, you both went to the same school. Then when he got the stark internship you guys hung out a lot more. Eventually, you started dating and your dad was against it but didn't stop it.

I was enough for her not long ago I was her number one, she told me so

"Daddy why do we have to move in with the avengers?" You asked, 10 years old. Him and Steve were able to convince Tony to let him and you move into the tower. You didn't want to though. You liked living with just your dad. Sure you didn't like living on the run but you like it just being you and him.

"Because Uncle Steve got us this opportunity and we need it Doll." Bucky said, watching you adjust your bag. "And I think you'll like having company, a lady figure in your life?"

"No, I only need you, daddy! You're my number one and I don't need a lady figure in my life!" You said pouting.

"Enough doll."

And she still means the world to me, just so you know so be careful when you hold my girl

Bucky sighed as he walked into your room, you and Peter on the bed asleep cuddling. He didn't like it, he missed being the only guy you needed. He wouldn't admit it but Peter was a good guy and he liked him but he didn't like that he was stealing his little girl. He grabbed the blanket from the end of the bed, and draped it over the two of you.

"Good night doll." He kissed the top of your head. He looked at Peter. He really had to resist the urge to move you away from him. He left the room leaving you two to sleep but he kept the door open.

Time changes everything, life must go on and I'm not gonna stand in your way

"Peter what's wrong?" Bucky asked as Peter bounced his leg nervously. Peter was there to ask for his blessing. He didn't have to do this of course, it's a bit old fashioned and rare that men ask for their girl's father's blessing but he knew Bucky was old fashioned coming from the 40s and he hoped Bucky would appreciate it. "Spit it out kid."

"Canihaveyourblessingtomarryy/n!" Peter rushed out looking anywhere but your father.

"You're gonna have to slow down I couldn't understand you." Bucky said. He caught a few words and other words sounded wrong so he heard, "can I have your lessing bury y/n." And he was really confused.

"Can I have your blessing to." Peter froze taking a deep breath. "Propose to y/n." Bucky sighed in relief.

"Yeah kid." Bucky nodded.

"I thought you hated me?" Peter blurted out in confusion.

"I don't hate you. Just don't forget I loved her first, she's my baby girl I won't hesitate to kill you if you hurt her." Bucky said.

"And I'd help!" Sam said as he walked through the common room.

"Yes sir. Mr. Barnes and Mr. Wilson."

But I loved her first, I held her first and a place in my heart will always be hers

Bucky walked into his newest apartment. He's on the run he doesn't stay one place long. The apartment was dirty, rough looking but he didn't care. He heard whimpering coming from the kitchen. He took slow cautious steps toward it, he saw nothing but the sobs and whimpers got louder. He opened all the cupboards before he spotted a four year old girl.

"You okay little lady?" Bucky leaned down doing his best to seem less scary. You looked at him and nodded.

"Daddy?" You asked looking at him tears in your eyes.

"No, I'm not your daddy... Doll what's your name?" He asked you. You sobbed.

"Y/n... Where's daddy? He said he would be right back!" You crawled out of the cupboard and hugged him sobbing. He tensed patting your back with his right hand hesitantly.

From the first breath she breathed when she first smiled at me I knew the love of a father runs deep

It's been a few days since he found you. He didn't know what to do, you were attached to his hip. You had to be near him. For some reason it comforted him. You didn't know what he did, didn't know his past. You saw him and felt safe. He didn't think that anyone would feel safe around him.

"Mister Bucky! Can I get a teddy?" You asked as the two of you walked through the market. You both had "disguises" on. You had a hood and sun glasses, while he had a baseball cap and sunglasses. Bucky looked toward where you were pointing, it was across the street at a thrift store. In the window was a teddy bear in a captain America suit. He looked at the money he had. Deciding he could spend a couple extra dollars on the bear he nodded.

"Sure doll. Come on." He looked down at you and you were smiling.

"Thank you!!"

And I prayed that she'd find you someday but it's still hard to give her away I loved her first

Life settled down for you and your dad when you moved into the tower. It gave him a chance to worry about the normal stuff dads worry about. Whether you were passing school, or if you were bullied. Most importantly he worried you wouldn't find a good guy, it's not as though you cared. You found boys gross, then again it was just the age you were at. He could only hope you'd find a good one.

How could that beautiful woman with you be the same freckle face kid that I knew

You walked out of the room you and your bridesmaids were getting ready in to see your dad and the groomsmen. Your dad smiled sadly.

"You look so beautiful doll." He said.

"Thank you dad." You giggled.

The one that I read all those fairytales to and tucked into bed all those nights

You couldn't sleep without a story. He didn't know any when he found you. He would tuck you into his side and a tell you what he remembered about life in the forties. Just the good stuff though. Before you even met Steve you believed him to be the coolest person ever.

"Okay stories over sleep." He rolled to his side.

And I knew the first time I saw you with her it was only a matter of time

You walked into the common room after F.R.I.D.A.Y alerted you that there was someone for you to meet. You were confused to see your friend from school, who you had a crush on was standing there.

"Peter?" You asked. Everyone looked at you.

"Y/n! What are you doing here?" Peter asked you smiled.

"I live here what are you doing here?"

"He's my intern... How do you two know each other?" Tony asked.

"School."

Bucky watched as you and Peter started talking and laughing ignoring the others. He knew guys and girls could be friends, but he had a feeling this wasn't the case.

I loved her first, I held her first and a place in my heart will always be hers

Bucky picked you up, grabbing your bag, lifting your hood before he left the apartment. You were asleep, but you guys had to move again. He just decided to carry you instead of waking you up. It's been two years since you came into his life, your 6 now.

"Daddy? What's going on?" You whined shuffling in his arms.

"We're moving again doll. Go back to sleep." He said as he walked up to a train station. You nodded resting your head on his shoulder once again. Once on the train he sat you on the seat putting a blanket that came with the seat over you.

From the first breath she breathed when she first smiled at me I knew the love of a father runs deep

"Daddy! Can I do to the park?" You pointed at a park asking to go play.

"Yeah keep your hat and sunglasses on though doll." He said walking over with you before sitting on a bench. You didn't need the disguise no one knew who you were. But it made him feel better.

"Okay daddy!" You smiled running over to the park.

And I prayed that she'd find you someday but it's still hard to give her away I loved her first

Bucky linked arms with you as here comes the bride began to play. He looked at you once more doing his best to keep the tears in. The avengers wouldn't let it down if they caught him crying.

"I love you doll." He whispered before you began down the aisle.

From the first breath she breathed when she first smiled at me

"We have an announcement!" You said as you walked into the compound with Peter. "Friday call everyone to the living room please!" You were going to give your dad a shirt to announce this so you had a present. Peter had something for Tony as well.

"Hey doll." Bucky smiled at you giving you a hug as he walked in, Steve and Sam following.

"Hi dad! Sit down!" You said as you hugged Steve, then Sam. Soon everyone was piled on the couch.

"We have things for Mr. Stark and Mr-." Peter began but Bucky game him a look. "And Bucky."

"The why are we here?" Sam asked. "Did you get us something?"

"Uncle Sammy." You said.

"Sorry little Barnes." He gave you a smile. You rolled your eyes, before you and Peter pulled the gifts out and handed them to their respective person.

"Open them at the same time!" Peter said.

Bucky looked at you cautiously before he unwrapped his while Tony opened his. Bucky pulled out a shirt, while won't pulled out a baby onesie.

"Why did you get me a baby onesie? Morgan grew out of these." Tony said.

"Read them."

"The best dad's get promoted to grandpa." Bucky read. "Wait! Your? I'm gonna be a grandfather!"

"Mr. Stark read yours!"

"Ironman is my grandpa. Are you calling me old?" Tony asked.

"Your going to be grandfathers! And you are old."

"Congrats you two." Steve said smiling.

"I'm gonna be their favorite uncle!" Sam exclaimed.

I knew the love of a father runs deep someday you might know what I'm goin' through when a miracle smiles up at you I loved her first

A/n: would tony even be the kid’s grandpa? probably not but whatever.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x daughter!reader #peter parker #peter parker x barnes!reader #tom holland's spiderman #spiderman #stan lee #Sebastian stan #winter soldier #avengers

[guigz1-coldwar]

'My greatest creation' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"My greatest creation"

"They took you away from me, Park and they are going to fucking regret it !"

Chapter Summary : Yirina is remembering an moment of her life for the first time before she could go to her old house in Ukraine with Park & Zasha....

To read it on AO3, click here !

Words : +4000

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I don't know if it was an good idea but I think it was an better one than staying in the warehouse for 2 days straight and doing nothing except to look at everyone around working while us, we were going to watch them going out for their mission at our desk and having to face Hudson that surprisely, I didn't see....well, neither Park or Zasha saw him, making me wonder if he was actually there or not as Woods told us before we arrived at this place days ago. At least, we will not see him for an while since we are leaving, me, Park & Zasha to Ukraine.

Of course, we had to tell everybody of our little trip and like when we told them of our plans for the Lubyanka, reactions were an bit mixed and like before, we managed to convince everyone of our good intentions and Woods even say that they will have to lie to Hudson about that and it was good, meaning that we were good to go. We waited after we finish eating in the evening before we decide to finally go away from the safehouse to get to the small abandonned village I lived in my youth near Donetsk, not forgetting to take some necessary things with us like money and our pistols.

Since Zasha remembered exactly where the village was, they were the one to drive the car, Park installing herself in the front passenger seat and me, getting myself on the backseats of the car because in fact, I was never able to have an proper sleep last night so I really need to do it right now. The drive will last approximatively 14 hours to get near of Donetsk but with the night falling and the urge of make an stop, we will principaly arrive at our destination for the next night.

I tried to stay awake for the first 30 minutes of the driving but obviously, I start to feel myself going to sleep slowly on the backseats and to be more comfortable, I decided to lean myself on the seats, looking at Park's direction with an smile before I close my eyes, ready to sleep and to have some peace....

I opened my eyes to find myself sit on an comfortable chair....my old house...an memory of my youth...the first one I'm having since my coma....It was so strange, so calm and weird to see myself back as an child....It was really my old house that was looking great, the fireplace burning down peacefully as I was looking at it with an smile, holding in my arms an brown teddy bear. I was holding it like I wasn't able to get away from it....Yiri....

As I was still looking at the fireplace, my view was suddenly blocked by someone and when I look up, I could see an redhead woman, her hands on her waist and her eyes on me, looking an bit curious to see me there....Mom....mommy ?....

"Yirina !" She said in an low voice as I was having an straight face, grinning an little. "It's been the third time that I'm asking you to go to bed, it's 9 PM." She told me, pointing to the clock that was standing above the fireplace and it was night outside.

"But mom...." I pleaded, redressing myself on the seat, my feets not even touching the ground. "You told me that Dad was going to come to me to say good night." I said, sounding a bit sad about it before she moved to get at my level.

"Hey..." She breathed, sounding very low again. "I did tell you that...but your father need you to go to bed and then, he will come."  She affirmed, taking my hands in her own and looking at me with good eyes. "So, please, go to bed and he will come to you, you're gonna miss school if you stay here." She added before landing an kiss on my forehead.

"Thanks, mommy." I smiled at her before she move from me, allowing me to finally move from the seat even if I wasn't willing to do it, walking away with my teddy bear in hand to my bedroom.

I entered it and I quickly got myself into bed but instead of directly going to sleep under the blankets, I stayed sit, looking at the door of my room, awaiting for my dad to come here like he promised, like my mom told me and I awaited. 5 minutes later, I could hear some footsteps coming towards the door until it opened, revealing an man....Dad....my daddy....he was looking an bit tired and exhausted.

"Daddy !" I exclaimed, opening my arms towards him as he entered the room, I wasn't moving at all.

"Hey, my little Yirina." He sounded enthusiatic to see me, forgetting to close the door behind him to embrace me, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Dad." I whispered to myself, happy to see him before we broke the hug, looking at each other.

"Mom said that you wanted to see me so here I am." He expressed, looking outside the room to see Mom, peaking her head to see us. "She said that you were an bad girl to not go to bed." He scoffed, releasing an little laugh.

"No, I just wanted to wait for you." I breathed.

"I know....I had to chase the monsters that was under your bed." He explained, joining his hands together, an smile on his face.

"Oh, did you succeed ?" I asked him, changing position to kneel, my knees under the blanket.

"Well, they're still running around and you know that dad needs to neutralize to make sure that you finally have an good sleep." He replied, grinning an little as he moved his hands towards me, taking my hands in his own like Mom did. "You know, monster hunting is an ugly work and dad has to sometimes get his hands dirty." He added before looking at my hands. "I'm making sure that your hands stay perfectly clean."

"They're well clean, Mom told me that I need to wash them before we go to eat." I admitted, making him laugh an little about it as I wasn't understanding why before I joined him too.

"Yeah, Mom is always giving the good advices." He confirmed as Mom got closer to the room.

"Heard that, James !" She raised her voice in an proud way as Dad look at her.

"Thank you, Anastasia." He smiled at her, still having his hands around mine.

"Get Yirina to bed quickly, okay ?" She ordered and Dad nodded, causing her to leave our sight before he looked back at me and then, I was intrigued by something that was on his shirt at his heart level.

"Dad, what's that ?" I removed my right hand to point at the ensignia : an winged sword.

"Oh that ?" He looked at it, sounding an bit lost. "It's...an winged dagger...it's...well, something that's my line of work." He finally replied.

"Who Dares Wins ?" I repeated the words that was on the ensignia.

"It's my motto, Yirina." He added to his answer. "Listen, this...it's too risky to talk about even with you, you understand ?" I nodded to him. "I don't want the monsters to know about it." He continued, smiling an little & removing his hands from mine. "So, it's time for you to go to sleep, okay ? Mom said that you're going to miss school tomorrow."

"Okay." I whispered as he landed an little kiss on my forehead.

"Good night, Yiri." He then got up from my bed to get back to the door and he waved at me before he finally close the door and leaving me alone in the dark.

It was strange since there were some light in the room from outside thanks to the moon but then....I start to feel my arms and hands getting attached to something like an chair....I wasn't in that memory anymore. I opened my eyes again to find myself in an sort of meeting room, unable to move as I was tied up, ropes wrapped around my legs and my hands, holded. All around the table, there were TV's that were turning on & off....until I saw Russell Adler arriving from the darkness.

"Listen, Bell, your lack of trust towards me is kinda piss me off and you need to talk clearly now." He told me as he was walking towards the table, pointing at me with his hand...I'm not Bell...

"I....I....." I started to said, finding myself lost, alone in that room where only the table was visible but Adler....he was like the devil himself, watching his prey, making me stop.

"The world is in danger and you're not talking...Bell, you need to tell..." He started to clench his fists, shaking an little his head and taking an deep breath before he slammed his fists against the table.....

"Where's Perseus ?"

Seeing myself again as an child with my father and my mother was an shock like if I was discovering them for the first time but....seeing Adler in my head...was more than just that. I remembered that well....an hallucination I had when he injected me with the needles during his 'numerous tests' to make me crack. He wanted to break me further and further until he got his answer and he got it...at what price for me ? I can't trust his man anymore and I will never will....never.

"Yirina." Hearing's Park lovely voice break me out of my sleep, making me open my eyes slowly to discover her above me, wondering about me.

"Hey, Park." I grinned an little, trying to forget about the part of seeing Adler back in my head and just thinking of my child memory.

"You're okay ? You didn't seem right." She asked me as I was redressing myself on the seats, her removing herself to allow me to do it.

"Well, yes." I replied, scratching the back of my head before I look around to see that the car was stopped to an hidden place in an forest, looking like at the beginning of the evening. "Where are we ?" I asked her.

"We're arrived !" She responded enthusiastic but my eyes went wide open at hearing.

"Already ?" I exclaimed, stunned to hear that we did actually arrive at our destination as Park nodded to me. "Does that mean that I slept for the entire trip ?" She nodded again "Oh bloody hell." I said to myself as I could see Zasha standing outside to have maybe some air for them. To say that I did sleep since we left Moscow.....

"You slept for an long time but we preferred to let you like that, I know that you weren't able to have some rest last night." She affirmed, having somehow know that I didn't close my eyes at Portnova's place...damn, she know well...."Yiri...tell me." She demanded, taking my hands in her own too as I was looking an bit sad, thinking of Adler.

"I got an memory back : me...as an child." I sniffed, passing my hand through my face to clean nothing in reality, I was just seeing if I got any tears on me. "My dad saying that he was chasing the monsters below my bed....now, I know the full meaning of it." I affirmed, understanding now that my father was working with the MI6 and the monsters he was chasing, it was Perseus. "Then....I relive an hallucination of Adler...asking me where was Perseus." I looked at Park, snorting.

"Like....like that day ?" I nodded to her question.

"Seeing myself sit and tied up and seeing him coming....unable to do an thing." My hands start to tremble at saying this before Park moved to reinforce her hands on me, trying to stop the shaking.

"Yirina, look at me." She ordered me as I was focused on looking at my hands in gloves before I slowly look at her. "I know it's hard but we will get over this together, okay ?" She reaffirmed, making me nod again as she move her hands to clean an tear that I had on my face, making me grin.

"I....yes, we will." I whispered before I take an deep breath, looking at her proudly. "So...we're at our destination..."

"Yes, we parked the car at an hundred meters from the village in case of trouble." She explained as I looked around me again. "You might need to eat something before we go to the village to find your old house." She moved to get me an half bottle of water and an small cake with it and then I start to eat and drink quickly, finishing the cake very fast. "Hey, easy." She said, astonished to have seen me finish the cake like that.

"I'm good." I exclaimed to her with an smile as I was just finishing to drink the water. "Is Zasha okay ?" I asked, looking outside to see them, hands on their waist and she nodded to me even if it was hard to talk about it.

"They did the most part of the travel and....they're still thinking of Portnova." She fully replied, also looking at them.

"It's hard for them and I really hope that the two can come back together." I expressed, thinking of Zasha's proposal that they weren't able to do years ago. "Well...let's go then." I sniffed, causing the two of us to withdraw from each other to get out of the car and without losing too much time even if I had an little talk with Zasha, we took some flashlights and our pistols before we walk away, leaving the car in an safe place.

Shit....to say that I was going to go back to my old house like that with Park & Zasha, three years after the last time I did go there with only Zasha. It was going to be hard but it was worth the risk to do. As Zasha remember the place well, they were the one to take the lead as we were walking towards the village. When I saw it from upclose, I start to hear cries inside my head : men...women crying, the sounds of flame and gunshots all around me like if I was reliving the day my parents died....for the time time.

With that in my head, I was struggling to stay normal and focused on walking with Park & Zasha, not wanting to pass out so close of my old house. The village....it was so much destroyed, never touched by the authorities after its destruction....feeling back in time, it's seems, it's so weird and strange to be back here as an adult....as an free adult. It took no time until Zasha found my old house : the only one that was still standing up well enough to not have its walls down unlike an large part of the other houses.

When we all entered in my old house as the front door was basically destroyed, I could hear the voice of Mom & Dad....and me too in my child and this time, I was struggling to not cry even if I was on the urge of doing it. First thing that Zasha did was to go to check the bookcase, having remember of the location of what we were looking for here as me....I decide to go check my old bedroom, seeing it in bad state but the bed still there until I decide to install myself right at the same spot Dad did in my memory.

I swear that I could see an vision of myself as an child in that bed, looking at me and offering her hand like I did...like if I was my father right now. I took the vision's hands in mine, looking at it with an smile.

"It's going to be okay, Yirina." Me as an child said to me, dressed in the same clothes in that memory

"I know...I'm the one chasing the monsters, now." I grinned about it, trying to think that my father tried his best to hide his work to me as my eyes were still on me as an child, wondering what she could think of seeing me like that. "I think that you need to go to sleep." I scoffed, taking the words of my mom before I could see the vision vanish into thin air as I could hear footsteps coming in and the sound of something opening.

"Zasha just found the secret door." It was Park that was coming in, causing me to got up from my old bed.

"I'm coming." I whispered, taking my flashlight in hand to leave the bedroom, closing the door behind me slowly before I got back with Park to Zasha. "See that....you remember the place well." I said to them, sounding low

"Yeah...it wasn't so hard." They exclaimed, also low as they put their flashlight inside the secret passage. "Guess that we will have to go down." They added before they let me took the lead.

"Okay, let's go then." I then opened the way, starting to slowly got down the stairs, followed closely by Zasha and Park and honestly, I was breathing more rapidly at each step I was making until I got my feets on the basement ground.

"Well, this place didn't change at all." Zasha told me, their flashlight pointed at the wall where there were still the old pictures of Perseus and then, they walked to it.

"So, this place was used by your father ?" I nodded to Park who was astonished to see an place like this, seeing the materials on the same table we found it as she moved towards it. "Can say that your father did keep his tools from the war." She admitted, looking at the gun on the table. "That's an Sten Mark 2....the favorite gun that the SAS were using during the World War 2." She added, taking an closer look to the rusty gun.

"It might not work anymore." I breathed, seeing the state of the gun as it was like almost a lot of years that it was there until I got my eyes on something that wasn't there. "Zed, there were paperworks in here, right ?" I asked to them.

"Of course...uhm....we hide all of it somewhere in here." They start to look around until they moved to get under the stairs, having guess of the place. "Yeap, it's here : we put everything in an box and hid it in case someone managed to find the place." They then found an box like they said that they took in hands. It was an medium box so Zasha didn't need any help as they put the box next to the table. "Okay, let's see what on them." They added, taking an paper from the box, illuminating the paper with their flashlight as we start to do the same.

"On this, I've got some details about your father." Park was the one to speak, getting my attention on it as she showed me the paper she had in hand.

"He joined the SAS in 1943 and then the MI6 in 1949, one year after he escaped the gulag." I read the paper, finding out more about who was my father. "The other things is focused on his records during the war." I continued seeing the multiples exploits of my father : helping the 'Maquis' in France in 1944 and then captured by the germans at the end of the year. I then put the paper aside back on the table.

"Shit...your father faced the Nova-6 threat."Park exclaimed, handing to me another paper : an report of my father about the Nova-6....the deadly nerve gas that I did hear about and the threat of it. "He's writing that he observed the use of the gas on German prisoners." She continued, showing the lines about it.

"Damnit." I breathed, having finished to look at it, putting my hands on the table. "I don't know much about the Nova-6 threat but....by what he wrote down, he was dead serious."

"Wasn't it something that happened in the 60's ?" Zasha asked to Park, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes but it was mostly the CIA that was dealing with it." She replied, raising her shoulders. "But this file is basically saying that the Nova-6 threat could have been destroyed years prior...."  She then looked at me with an very small grin. "Your father could have stopped all of this but...." She stopped herself, looking an bit sad.

"I know..." I tapped her shoulder in an friendly way before I looked at Zasha. "There's nothing else ?"

"No, the other papers are little things : mostly old reports dating from the war and...." They then cut themselves too, their eyes focused on the box. "Oh...I forgot that." They put their hand inside it to remove it....with an tape recorder in hand. "We didn't listen to this at the time but we can now."

"Maybe." I whispered as I look around the basement until I found something on the same table we put the papers back on : an old listening device compatible for the tape recorder. "Well, we can." I grabbed the device to put it close from Zasha, not forgetting to remove the dust on it as there were an lot of it on it.

"That's quite intriguing." Park admitted, having the same thoughts as me with that mysterious tape recorder as Zasha was putting it on the listening device, ready to play it on. We prepared ourselves for this, especially me.

"Yirina." The tape recorder started and....it was my father's voice, sounding an bit low....that tape was something from him to me "It's your father....James Doyle." He said clearly as I was trying to not cry right now. "You maybe wonder why I'm doing this little recording to you but it's very simple....you need to know of things." He added

"Dad." I breathed in an low voice, holding back my tears as Park move to get next to me.

"To be honest, I'm working with the MI6...the british secret services....it's hard to tell this to my own daughter but this is the truth." He affirmed as I could hear, through the tape, him scratching something. "The monster I'm chasing, it's bad people we're calling Perseus.....he did bad things and he doesn't like people like me...that's why I'm chasing him down."

"Daddy." I could feel tears on my face, feeling the sadness of hearing his voice again.

"You will know this only at your 18th birthday but there's something more important for you to know....Yirina...you're my greatest creation !" He confessed, making me smile and cry at the same time. "Having someone like you...with your mother make me feel so happy, I'm proud of you as always...you have the eyes of your mother....you're my greatest creation, you will stay in my heart....I need to go...goodbye." The recording then stopped with me filled with so much tears and happiness at the same time. My father....he saw me as the best thing that happened in his life...it's...meaning an lot.

"I....Park." I said before I crack, finding myself to put my arms around her, trying to look for some recomfort. "Daddy."

"It's okay, Yiri." She reassured me, her voice also sad about me as I just heard an voice from the past right now...my father literally talked to me "We're here for you." She affirmed again as Zasha approached us, looking at me with an big smile even if their eyes were filled with sadness.

"We're going to do this, Yirina." They told me before they move to get back next to the table, at the box. "Do you think we're taking everything ?"

"Yes...everything, we're taking everything." I responded, sure of my words as I was feeling so happy & sad to have heard my father again, finding recomfort in Park's arms as we were back at my old house, trying to find again about who was my father. I couldn't let everything that belonged to him here, it was this legacy and I don't want Perseus to find it or anyone else. "Park....you're the love of my life...Zasha...Portnova, we're family for life." I said proudly to them as I took an deep breath, looking around the room as I was still in Park's arms.....

"I will finish what you have started, Dad...and I have my friends for it !"

#cod bocw #cod cold war #cod black ops cold war #cod cw #call of duty cold war #cod #cod bell #call of duty #black ops cold war #yirina grigoriev #helen park #zasha smirnov #fem!bell

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3- Claiming You

Mob! Sebastian Stan x Reader

Run-through: Having received those things from this stranger scares you in a way, but in another you feel attractive and wanted. Shared by these feelings, you don't know how to react but you can't help, you are relaxing with your Teddy Bear when...

Warnings: sexual touch, dirty talk, daddy kink, language, a little bit violence.

A/n: hello! How are you doing ?? This part is a long part! A very long one but it worth it because I was really focus. Hope you like this one though, and I'm sorry if there's no smut but it's coming. Be patient pleaseeeee😂 Hope you enjoy this one though💫

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You weren't sure of what you were going to do with your presents when you got home with them. Helped by your crazy friends who couldn't stop asking questions over this, you dropped the girls at Samantha's house; Jessica was staying with her during one week. They invited you, but you preferred to stay in your home. Living alone, you had no one to help you carry the box, the Teddy Bear and the hearts' balloons inside. Slowly, you arrived to drop all of them inside, and you closed the entrance. Your house wasn't big, but it was comfortable enough. You verified your email to see if you have any notifications from your work, you had to pay the bills though! Even the house, because you haven't paid the amount required yet. Seeing no notifications, you dropped your phone on your bed, and you place the Teddy Bear at the central of it, watching it.

Why am I so sure it's him? You asked yourself. You couldn't help but close your eyes, thinking about his touch again. You never had someone in your life before, you had a crush on a boy when you were at 10th grade, but you weren't his crush. And he didn't love you. This broke your heart and you cried badly this night. You shake your head, getting those thoughts away from you while you walked over your lights to put them lower than they were. It's always like this that you were sleeping.

The sun was going down already, and the night took place. After the beautiful sunset, the blue sky made space for the beautiful stars and a full moon. You liked full moon, it was your favorite. You always liked to drink some wine and to listen to some sweet music like "Passionnate Flamenco". You liked Flamenco. It was relaxing to hear, you loved it. You weren't permitted to drink alcohol yet, because you were under age. But Samantha, the craziest of you three, took a wine bottle from her mom and gave it to you. You were kind of nervous to take it, but you did and when you drank it, you loved it and felt immediately relaxed. You took the bottle of wine and a glass, filled it and you went upstairs with them, puts it on your little table in front of your window, facing the beautiful sky. You took off your clothes and puts some "Passionnate Flamenco" music which was now heard in the whole house. But you didn't increase the volume to not disturb the neighbors. You entered the shower and took a longer one. After this, you got out the shower with your towel and dried yourself. You went to your closet and took your favorite nightgown, made with satin, without any underwear. The towel strokes your nipples and you moaned softly. You feel a familiar scent in the room and watched carefully. You were suspicious and scared. You felt a gaze on you, but you didn't care because you knew that you were alone. You take your Teddy Bear and you sit on the soft carpet with it; the box of flowers was on the same table when you puts the bottle of wine and your glass. You took a flower between the multitude it has in the box, you closed your eyes and took pleasure listening to the Flamenco while putting your rose in your nose. You took it and put it behind your ear. You felt incredibly beautiful. Like he would say.Your nightgown split from your waist to your feet. You take your delicates fingers, begins to stroke yourself from your ankle to your shiny beautiful leg. You moaned again while pressing the Teddy Bear. You were thinking of him, and you felt good. You closed your eyes again while stroking your lips with a hand, and still holding the Teddy Bear with the other. You smiled.

"Doll"... You said out loud.

You were thinking of him. Of his cologne. Of his sweet hair under your hand. Of his voice calling you "doll". All you were thinking of was his voice telling you how attractive you were. Desirable. Beautiful.

"I need to see him. I need to know this man" you said out loud while stroking your neck.

Suddenly, you feel a move just behind you. Before even turning back to verify, your doubts became reality:

"Hmmm... it was quite a show,doll ".

Your heart skipped a beat. You jumped and stood up so quickly that your right foot tramples the tail of your night gown and you lose your balance. Screaming, you closed your eyes to hear the sound of your body on the floor, hurting you and making you suffer after the shock; but you felt strong arms holding you by your waist and you hold onto him, scared to fail on the table which was carrying the box of flowers, the bottle of wine and the glass. Your eyes closed, you were shaking against him before you softly pulled away. You had your eyes on your toes and on those shiny black shoes of his. Your heart beats were so strong into your chest that you thought that he could hear them actually. He was still holding you by your waist with an arm, and the other one was slowly lifting your head. Scared and shy, your gaze meets his stormy blue eyes.

How can someone be so damn gorgeous? You asked yourself while shaking, still, against him. The sweet light of the moon stroked his beautiful face. You watched his shiny hair that he left free and there were some rebellious locks on his forehead which makes him more and more attractive. He was staring at you with a little smirk and he bites his lower lip, looking at yours. He was wearing a blue suit, almost matching his beautiful eyes. You felt his scent.

"This cologne..." you said while you were trying to put your ideas on track and trying to calm down.

His smile was beautiful when it showed up after your words.

"I see that you remembered me, doll" he said, still holding you.

"You needed to see me, huh? Here I am, baby girl " he said.

You pulled away from him and took many steps back.

"Wh-who are you?" You asked, still scared.

"Oh you'll know soon, babygirl " he answered while looking at the installation that you had on your little table and the Teddy Bear on the carpet.

"I'm glad that you're safe. Honestly, I couldn't let these animals hurt you..." he said, looking at your body with a gaze that you couldn't define.

You remembered of this night. The night that you met him. The night that he saved you while you were in danger with your friends.

"Why did you saved me? And my friends?" You asked, shaking less now.

"Too much questions, sweetheart." He said in a dangerous tone.

"I'm glad you liked your presents. I was told that you cried when you opened the box of flowers... Is it true, doll?" He asked with a smirk.

Your eyes widened. How did he know that?! You asked yourself, still trying to understand what the heck was going on into your home. He closed his eyes while listening to the music and smirks.

"You have a really good taste" he said while taking a rose in the box on the little table and walking to you. Your heart skipped a beat.

"How did you know where I live?" You asked.

No answers. All he was doing was making his way to you.

"And how did you entered here?" You asked again, trying to figure out everything.

Still, no answers. He kept going, he almost reached you. You were still going back slowly when you opened your mouth again:

"And how d-"

"Silence!" He yelled slowly while his body was blocking yours into the wall.

Surprised, you were about to scream when he puts a hand around your throat, holding you a bit tight.

"Shh..." he said while he puts a finger on his mouth. Clearly doing the sign to shut up. You obeyed.

You were scared, but your body was betraying you. You felt good with his body against yours. You felt beautiful with his gaze on you, filled with desire. He was still holding your throat when he softly turned your head to the side, so he was able to touch your delicate skin with his kissable lips. He puts a wet kiss on your neck and sucked softly the spot he was on.

You moaned softly while you were resisting to not touch him. You feel his little smirk on your skin. With the flower he held in his hand, he strokes your naked back with it, and you arched off the wall, meeting his clothed chest. Your nipples were mad hard at his touch. He took your leg in his hand and guided it to his waist.

"Your skin is so sweet, doll..." he moaned while he played his tongue on your skin, still kissing it.

"Will you be a good girl for me, baby?" He asked in your ear with the softest voice you have ever heard in your life.

"Oh my God" you breathed, eyes closed.

You were still scared, but a part of you was excited he was here. Excited that he was touching you. Excited that he was teasing you with his tongue. He strengthened the pressure around your throat.

"Answer me, doll." He said while looking deep into your eyes.

"Y-yes" you answered.

He looked your body while he strokes your left arm with the flower, your goosebumps were so visible that he smiled at it. He looks at your nipples and took the flower to them, stroking your sensitive buds with it. Your eyes widened when he crashes his lips into yours. Taking you out of breath with a burning kiss. Forgetting all kind of resistance, you puts your arms around his neck and felt his soft hair under your hands which you stroked. You felt the tears leaving your eyes while you were receiving your first kiss. No one has kissed you before. The only crush that you had didn't loved you. When you were younger than that, you were wearing braces and you weren't much developed that you were right now. Now you looked more like a grown woman than the younger you. You were smaller, skinnier and you were bullied at school. You were still bullied by Christina who refuses to leave you alone. He dropped the flower on the bed and took you by your legs. You didn't feel the floor anymore, all you were feeling was the tissue of his soft pants and the beginning of his butt of your feet around his waist. You feel his stomach against your clit while he was moving around with you, taking the direction of your bed. Kissing passionately, you kept yourself holding into his shoulders. With an arm, he was holding you and the other arm was slowly pressing your butt. He moaned into the kiss and he puts you on the bed, breaking it. He was standing in front of you, but your head was at the level of his belt. He took a hand and he lifted your head. Your gaze met his. You were on fire. You felt the race of your heart under his touch. You felt your nipples being harder than ever, and it was visible through the tissue. You felt a thing forming into your core. You felt weird but good. For the first time, you felt desired.

"You are so beautiful, baby girl..." he said while stroking your lips with his thumb while the other hand was stroking the ear which supported the flower you were wearing.

"So fucking beautiful..." he said again.

His words hits you. And you cried. Suddenly, he was drying your tears, once again. Like the first night the two of you met.

"What is it, doll?" He asked, attentive.

You couldn't talk. It was so unreal what you were living. You met a stranger who rescued you while you were in danger and also your friends. After that, he surprised you with beautiful flowers, hearts balloons and a Teddy Bear. On the top of that, he was into your house. Into your bedroom with you, kissing you hard, holding you tight, taking control over you with a soft and a violent way at the same time, and the word you always thought you didn't deserved crossed this stranger's lips: "Beautiful".

Seeing that you didn't answered, he looked into your eyes and said:

"I know all you are going through right now. You are bullied at school, but you don't deserve any of this. I'm sure you way more than that".

Your eyes widened.

"How do you know that?" You asked, sobbing.

"I know much more than you think, baby" he said in your ear before biting your lobe which took a moan out of you.

You were about to talk. And he repeated his same action, his hand around your throat.

"No more words, baby girl. Now, dry your tears. I don't like to see my girl crying" he said while he stood up again.

"My girl" you repeated in your head.

Seeing that you were not responding, he strengthened the pressure of his hand around your throat and you were forced to looking at him, serious.

"Obey". He said

Holding his hand with one of yours, the other one was drying your tears. Once you finished, his smirk was evident, he liked that. He liked being obeyed. He was a daddy. And you were his...

"Good girl" he completed for you. At the right timing of your dirty thoughts.

"Now, would you let daddy make his way with you, right now? On this bed? Making you a moaning mess under my touch? Huh, doll? Will you let me claim you as mine?" He asked.

"Claim you as mine" you repeated in your head.

His dirty talk does things to you and you bites your lower lip to wet the two of them after. He strengthened once again his hand around your throat. A hand that you were still holding. It was his way to tell you to answer him.

"Yes daddy" you said with the little voice of yours.

He pushes you in the bed and he takes a leg into his hands and he was stroking you. He made his way and kissed you again in a burning way. His tongue was toying with yours and you felt the tissue of your night gown stroking your clit. You moaned into his lips while holding his strong arms which were sliding on the sides of your body. He left your lips and made his way down your throat and he goes further down and gets rid of the tissue on your nipples. Seeing how hard they were, he smiled.

"You're so excited for me, doll. Daddy likes that"

And he kissed one of them, not sucking it yet while he toyed with the other with his delicate long fingers. You were so excited that you were begging now.

"P-please..."

He did it on purpose. He smiled, still kissing your nipple.

"I need your... your..." you moaned. He teased you with his fingers around your nipple, doing it faster.

"What do you need, baby?" He asked.

"I need your... your tongue on my body" you finally said and he didn't let any second pass that he started sucking on your nipple, you were holding his head. One hand stroking his hair and the other was stroking his neck. Suddenly he bites your nipple and you jumped. Unimpressed, he gives the same treatment to the other one. Leaving them and going further down, he stopped kissing you and you used your elbows to help you hold the weight of your body to see what he was doing. You could see his hard member in his pants.

"Fuck..." you moaned.

Slowly, he opened your legs without breaking the eyes contact. Your legs weren't covered. The tissue now covered your glistening heat. He hold the tissue and pulled it down your core. It hardly stroked your clit and you moaned much louder. You weren't used to it. You felt so good. He pulled again while looking at it and biting his lower lip. You moaned again. He pulled it away this time, and his eyes were looking at your most secret part. He kneeled in front of you and he kissed the top of your vagina, teasing your clit with his thumb.

You jumped again. Your legs were shaking around his head. You tried to escape, but he held you right there.

"Already so wet for me... You are so fucking beautiful Y/N" he breathed.

You felt his breath on your clit and your walls squeezed. You were now playing with your tits. At this right moment, the two of you heard the ring of your home phone's. Your eyes widened. The phone was right by your side because you weren't so far of the nightstand. He stopped a moment and you saw a dangerous light into his eyes. He was menacing.

"Answer". He said.

"Wh-what?" You said, breathing heavily.

He was on top of you in a blink of eyes and put his hand around your throat.

"An-swer". He repeated while you were taking the phone.

Obeying, you took the phone and, so quick he was to be on the top of you was the same he got quickly into your glistening heat.

"Look at me" he ordered.

What you did with the phone to your ear.

"Allô?"

As soon as you said this word, he puts his tongue in your core. Your eyes widened while holding a scream.

"S-samy!" You said, faking being okay.

She was talking but you didn't hear a damn word. You were focused on this man toying with your clit. Your head went back while breathing heavily. He slaps your thigh, it burned. You remembered his order.

"Look at me".

You looked at him while you were answering Samantha at the phone. Your hand was holding his head while the other holds the phone.

"Y-yes I am oka-ay Samy... I am just-"

He cuts you off while sucking harder on your clit on the rythm of the music that was playing.

"Fuck" you breathed while getting the phone away from your mouth.

"I am just tired".

"Y-yeah... Yeah! It's okay don't worry! Okay Samy, g-"

He leaves your thighs to puts his hands on your hard nipples, and he toyed rapidly with them. You breathed heavily.

"Good night, Samy!"

And you hung up. You didn't even put the phone into his place that you were moaning out loud, moving under his tongue. Stopping to play with your nipples, he held your breast into his large hands while massaging them. You felt something you never felt before into your core. You were on the edge to cum, and he felt that.

"Let daddy hear you come for him " he ordered.

You weren't in the position to refuse anything now. You felt it, it was close. He slaps your nipples.

"Obey".

You screamed.

"I-i'm cum... cuming daddy" you said heavily.

He accelerated his movements around your clit and you exploded without any warnings. You came so hard that licked all that you had to offer.

"Good girl". He said

After cleaning you with his tongue, he left your body to look at you in the bed, eyes closed, tired already. He knew that you couldn't take anything else from that moment. He took you in his arms on the bed and layed you beside him, still holding your shaking body against his. He kissed you softly. You could feel your taste on his tongue. You were kissing him weakly.

"Oh Y/N... Y/N" he said in your ear.

Eyes closed, you searched for his lips again and he approached you, admiring your beauty while kissing you, seeing that your eyes were closed, seeing that you enjoyed the moment. He left your lips. You didn't feel any fear from this moment on, you felt secured, loved, treated well despite his violence and his desire to be obeyed. Sleepy, you asked:

"Your name, stranger of a full moon?"

Hearing the name you gave him made him giggle. He was kissing your forehead.

"Too much questions, baby girl. Daddy doesn't like that." He simply replied.

"Please" you begged.

"The night I first touch you, at this party, and rescued you; the first word the men with the guns yelled was my name, doll."

You didn't remember the scene that he was talking about. You heard his voice fading away, as you were falling asleep. Half-conscious, you didn't pay attention at his answer. All you wanted was a name.

"Please, daddy... Tell me" you asked.

Once again you heard his giggles and he slaps your butt.

"Too much questions" you heard.

"Please..." you said.

You heard him sighed. You felt his lips kissing and stroking your ear, and you felt also his hair on all the side of your face. He bites the lobe of your ear and he said as you were really leaving this world to go away:

"Sebastian".

and you went through the secret barrier that led you into a deep sleep.

#sebastian stan #mob!bucky #mob!au #sebastian x reader #sebastian x you #sebastianstan #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #buckybarnes #buckybarnesdeservesmuchbetter #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes smut

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Duke Reviews Xtra: Hook

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Xtra Where We Are Continuing Our Look At The Movies Of Disney...

And Last Time On Duke Reviews Xtra, I Looked At Return To Neverland, So, Since There's No Remake Of Peter Pan, I've Decided To Look At Hook...

This Film Sees A Successful But Unimaginative Lawyer Named Peter Banning (Played By Robin Williams) Discovering That Years Ago, He Was Peter Pan, The Boy Who Promised To Never Grow Up...

So, Now With The Help Of Tinker Bell (Played By Julia Roberts) He Must Return To Neverland To Remember His Childhood So He Can Save His Children From Captain Hook (Played By Dustin Hoffman)

Will Peter Succeed?

Let's Find Out As We Watch Hook...

Our Film Starts At A School Play Of Peter Pan That Peter's Daughter, Maggie Is In As She Plays Wendy...

Getting A Phone Call From His Work, Peter Is Reminded That He Has A Meeting Tomorrow At The Same Time As His Son's Baseball Game...

But Saying It's A Short Meeting He Promises To There, However, The Next Day, In An Effort To Complete His Work Before Their Flight To London (On The Same Day No Less!) Peter Misses Jack's Baseball Game

This Leads To A Strain Between Peter And His Son As The Family Flies To London To The Home Of Peter's Wife, Moira's Mother And The Kids Great Grandmother, Wendy (And Yes, It's That Wendy) Who Lives With Their Uncle Toodles, Who Throughout This Movie Says That He's Lost His Marbles...

But Despite Being In London, Peter Drawn Away By Work As He Yells At His Kids For Interrupting A Conference Call, This Causes An Argument With Moira That Causes Her To Throw Peter's Cellphone Out The Window...

Peter Gives Jack His Watch Before He Goes With Moira And Wendy To Attend A Charity Dinner In Wendy's Honor, But As The Adults Are Out At Dinner, Trouble Looms At Wendy's House...

With Wendy Feeling A Great Disturbance In The Force, The Adults Race Home To Find The House Ransacked, With The Children Missing And Ransom Note Signed By Hook...

So, After Having A Scene With Detective Phil Collins (Yeah, Phil Collins Plays The Detective In That Scene)

Wendy Tells Peter The Truth That He Used To Be Peter Pan And Captain Hook Has Taken Maggie And Jack Back To Neverland...

Unable To Accept This, Peter Has A Drink In The Children's Room Only To Be Faced With The Arrival Of Tinker Bell...

Who I Actually Like In This Version As I Never Truly Liked Tinker Bell In The Original Peter Pan As She Seemed Like A Jealous Bitch Who Couldn't Handle Another Woman Stepping Into Her Territory...

Taking Peter To Neverland As They Pass By A Kissing Couple On The Bridge Near Big Ben That's Actually George Lucas And Carrie Fisher...

Star Wars Fans,To Your Fan Fics!

Tink Eventually Lands Peter In The Middle Of Pirate Town, A Town Filled Entirely By Pirates That's Run By Captain Hook...

Stealing Off A Clothes Of A Pirate That Was With Jimmy Buffet (Yeah, Jimmy Buffet Is In That Fight Scene With Tinker Bell)...

Peter Goes With Smee And Other Pirates On-Board Hook's Ship To Hear Hook Talk As He Kills Glenn Close...

Yeah, That One Pirate Who Believes That Hook Couldn't Get Pan's Kids Is Glenn Close So, Yeah, We Basically Have Captain Hook Killing Cruella DeVil...

Eventually, Revealing Himself To Hook, Saying That He's Peter, Hook Is Shocked To Believe That This Man Before Him Is His One Time Nemesis To The Point That He Doesn't Believe It Despite Smee Having Proof That Peter Defiantly Is The Peter Pan They Knew...

But Despite Not Believing That Peter Is Not Pan, Hook Still Wants His War, So He Makes A Deal With Peter Saying That If He Can Fly Up And Touch His Children's Hands, He'll Let Them Go...

But Unable To, Smee Realizes That Being Pan's Forgotten Everything Which Leads Hook To Cancel His War...

But After Talking With Tinker Bell, Hook Agrees To Give Her 3 Days To Get Peter's Memory Back In Shape, So The War Can Begin...

But Accidentally Throwing Peter Overboard, He Is Saved By The Mermaids Who Take Him To Tink On The Lost Boys Island, There, She Tells The Lost Boys That Pan's Back But When They See Peter They Don't Believe He's Pan Either Especially Their New Leader, Rufio Or Should I Say...

(Start At 0:10, End At 0:15)

Played By The American Dragon...

He Was Also Zuko In Avatar: The Last Airbender, But Since I Don't Like Avatar I Don't Care And Second...

Why The Hell Isn't American Dragon: Jake Long On Disney + ?!?

But One Kid Manages To See The Peter Within Peter And Convinces The Other Lost Boys (Minus Rufio) To Help Him...

Meanwhile On Hook's Ship, Hook Contemplates Suicide As Smee Comes Up With An Idea To Turn Pan's Kids Against Him, Though The Tactic Doesn't Work With Maggie, Jack Is Swayed To Dark Side...

Training Peter For Days, The Lost Boys And Tink Have Had No Luck Restoring Pan's Memory Or Powers But One Night During Dinner Pan Gains His Imagination Back After A Fight Of Insults With Rufio...

(End At 1:29)

Talking With Thud Butt About His Mother He Gives Peter Toodles' Marbles (Yeah, He Was A Lost Boy And He Left His Marbles There) As They Listen As Peter Hears His Daughter Maggie Singing In The Distance...

The Next Morning, Peter And Some Of The Lost Boys Go Into Pirate Town To A Baseball Game That Hook Is Throwing For Jack To Steal Hook's Hook As The Lost Boys Believe That It Will Make Him Proud Enough To Crow Like Pan.,.

But He's Unable To Do It When He Sees Hook Being A Better Father Than He Was However, When He's Hit On The Head With The Baseball From The Game, His Shadow Shows Him To The Old Hideout Of The Lost Boys Where Tink Is Waiting For Him...

Hoping For The Place To Jog A Few Memories, He Does Find A Few Things Which Start Jogging His Memory, But When He Finds His Teddy Bear He Remembers Everything...

From His Mother, To The Reason He Ran Away To His First Encounter With Wendy (Played By The Queen Of All Junk And Living Proof That You Don't You Need Pixie Dust To Fly But An Iron Suit, Gwyneth Paltrow) To His First Encounter With Moira And Why He Stayed...

Finding His Happy Thought That Reason, Peter Pan Returns...

The Next Day, Pan Flies To Hook's Boat To Fight The Captain So He Get His Kids Back...

(Start At 0:05, End At 2:13)

With Hook Defeated, Peter Has No Reason To Stay In Neverland As He Sends His Children Home With Tink, Saying Goodbye To The Lost Boys, He Places Thud Butt In Charge As He Flies Off For Home...

Landing In Kensington Gardens, Peter Bids Farewell To Tink As He Races Back To Wendy's House To Reunite With His Family. Giving Toodles His Marbles He Left In Neverland Which Contain Pixie Dust Which Toodles Uses To Fly Out The Window...

With Wendy Believing Peter's Adventures To Be Over, Peter Simply Tells Her That His Adventures Are Only Beginning As He Hugs His Family...

And That's Hook And Who Doesn't Like This Movie?

While I Don't Really Care For The Beginning Of This Movie, I Do Enjoy The Parts In Neverland, I Think The Film Had A Great Cast With Robin Williams And Dustin Hoffman Being The Best In It, The Special Effects Are Awesome The Sets Are Well Built And The Story Is Interesting For What It Is...

Either Way, I Say See It...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

#Hook #robin williams #dustin hoffman #julia roberts #bob hoskins #maggie smith #phil collins #dante basco #David Crosby #jimmy buffett #glen close #George Lucas #carrie fisher

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Begin Again (Mortician!Steve and Baker!Bucky Modern “Moving On” AU)

Eight:

Entering the quaint shop, Steve's gaze roamed over interior. How comfy the bench running along the wall to his right seemed. How inviting the small three-chairs tables were. How bright the counter and display cases were across the narrow walkway on his left was. It was oddly nostalgic in a way that catching a scent of something directly tied to a specific memory from childhood but not being able to fully recall it.

Eddie crossed over to the display case, so Steve decided to join him. The treats beautifully crafted in a mouthwatering way. As a deep voice floated over to him from the back though, Steve found himself preoccupied. Enough so, that Birdie started kicking at Steve's sides. Squirming in his arms in her attempts to get down until Steve finally placed her on the ground.

"They're so pretty," Birdie said, leaning forward and placing her face up against the glass of the display case. Turning to look up at Steve, she asked, "Can I have them all?"

"I can't leave the shop to drop them off. Teddy was supposed to pick them up," the voice said from the back.

"Uncle Steve," Birdie tugged on Steve's hand.

The door leading to the kitchen cracked, revealing a sliver of the man and the phone that was being held to his ear. Letting the door swing close again, he told the person, "I gotta go."

As the door swung open again, an attractive man rushed out from the back and greeted, "Sorry about that."

"It's okay," Steve reassured, trying to place the familiar man. However, looking over the long brown hair that was carefully twisted back into a bun at the nape of his neck and the broad shoulders clothed with a light purple shirt with the shop's logo, Steve wasn't sure if he had ever even seen the man before.

A soft smile tugged at his mouth as he let out a sigh of relief and finished washing his hands, "Thanks."

Blushing, Steve waved it off and quickly looked down at Birdie, so the man couldn't see just how flustered he was. Especially when Steve was positive that the man was well-aware how much he was blushing when the smile was evident in his voice, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Princess cake!" Birdie exclaimed, hopping up and down beside Steve while pointing at a purple frosted cupcake decorated with pink sugar.

"A princess cake?!" The man asked, equally enthused as he looked from Birdie to Steve. Questioning, "Like a birthday cake? Because I don't have any of those lying around right now, but I could whip one up for you in a couple of days."

"No, that's okay," Steve said, even though Birdie was agreeing with the brunet. Steve placed a hand on top of Birdie's black hair to calm her and clarified, "We're just getting cupcakes. Kind of celebrating."

"Yeah?" He grinned, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter.

That was what clicked in Steve's mind. Before he could stop himself, he assumed, "We've met before. Bucky, right?"

"Right," Bucky confirmed, brows furrowing as he looked over Steve, trying to place him. Red coloring his high cheekbones, Bucky admitted, "I'm sorry, I don't… I'm really bad with faces and names…"

"It was just one time," Steve nonchalantly explained, "I ordered a cake… But it was at Barnes' Bakery."

"Okay," Bucky nodded, pressing his lips together as he thought. Really milling it over as he conceded, "I'd bet I'd remember if you told me the cake. I'm better at cakes."

Worrying his lower lip with his teeth, Steve debated for a moment. It was one of the worst days of Steve's life. But it was a good cake, so Steve decided to describe it, "Three tier. Vanilla bean, blueberry, and lemon. Light vanilla frosting with --"

"Fresh strawberries and blueberries," Bucky finished fondly. Nodding, he smiled remembering the cake. Then, he must have remembered the rest because his expression dropped as his eyes grew wide and he apologized, "I'm sorry. You were clean shaven -- that's not the point… I'm so sorry. I'm awful at first impressions. I always put both feet in my mouth and fall off a cliff."

Startling a chuckle out of Steve, he comforted, "Technically, this is the second time we've met."

"You're right," Bucky agreed, his shoulders easing down from his ears where they had been steadily lifting with his shame. Pushing himself away from the back counter and towards the back of the display case, Bucky asked, "So, a princess cake?"

Birdie nodded as she looked over all the pretty desserts. Swirled icing and multicolored sprinkles filled her line of sight and she looked over them all. Steve glanced up at the menu on the wall. The prices were the best out of all the cake shops that Steve had been to, but he was vaguely aware that he'd probably order a dozen even if they weren't.

"Guess you really are celebrating," Bucky commented, getting the correct container, he said, "You can pick any of the flavors."

Steve nodded, looking over the menu. Instantly, his brows started furrowing as he looked over the names. Smirking, Steve asked, "You come up with the names?"

Proudly, Bucky confirmed, "I sure did."

Steve nodded, attempting to bite back his grin, but he couldn't. Especially not with such ridiculous names. Chewing on his lower lip, Steve thought about which one he wanted. Figuring that he'd let Birdie and Eddie pick the other eleven.

"So, what are you three celebrating anyway?" Bucky asked, easily putting on a pair of gloves.

Eddie started blushing, so Steve decided not to embarrass his brother further as he said, "Oh, uh, just… it's Friday."

Chuckling, Bucky corrected, "It's Thursday."

"Oh," Steve's own cheeks turned red.

The bell over the door chimed then, and Steve moved closer to the counter, herding Birdie and Eddie with him, out of the way. Bucky simply looked over at the person and accused, "You're late."

"Blame them," a girl pointed over her shoulder. Only, Steve didn't see anyone behind her.

Reminding himself that it was rude to stare at someone, Steve redirected his attention. Out of the corner of his eye though, Steve caught the teenager exaggeratedly fanning herself while gesturing at him, causing Bucky to blush. Causing Steve to blush too. Especially once Bucky gave her a pointed look to make her stop.

While the girl walked around the counter, the door opened again. A woman that had the same dark hair as the girl and Bucky rushed into the cake shop. With a toddler on her hip and a protruding abdomen, she walked around the three Rogers.

"Tibby said to blame you for her being late," Bucky told the woman.

"Yeah, well, you try potty training a two year old while also having a fetus tap dancing on your bladder," she answered on her way towards the restroom, calling out over her shoulder, "Then, we can talk."

Before anything else could be said, the phone rang. The teen, Tibby, grabbed it off the wall and answered, "Nothing's the batter with me; what's the batter with you? Oh, hi, Dad."

Smiling, Steve looked over at Bucky who was following Birdie and Eddie's directions of which cupcakes they wanted. Ordering the cupcakes with Eddie's selections on one side of the container and Birdie's on the other. The stark difference between the two sides with Eddie's consisting of more plainly decorated while Birdie's being colorful, perhaps obnoxious, earned a soft giggle from Steve.

Holding out the phone towards Bucky, Tibby relayed, "He's calling you, 'James.'"

Expression twisting into one of a teenager caught sneaking in after curfew, Bucky motioned for them to swap tasks. Handing the phone to her brother, Tibby quickly rewashed her hands, and slipped on a pair of gloves. With a smile that showed off purple braces, she greeted, "Hi."

"Long day?" Steve asked, getting a bony elbow to his ribs from Eddie.

"Thursdays are always long," Tibby answered, "Debate club and gymnastics make sure of that."

Steve nodded as if he knew. Which, he didn't. Steve had been a shy kid, no matter how much his family teased him for sticking his nose into other's business. What was he supposed to do? Let bullies roam freely and hurt kids who couldn't stick up for themselves? Even now, looking back and realizing that maybe it wasn't the smartest thing to do when he was barely a hundred pounds soaking wet, Steve couldn't find any reason to have not done it.

As Tibby started placing more cupcakes into the container, she looked over at Eddie. Looking as though she was trying to place him, she asked, "You're Fred, right? Daisy is tutoring you?"

"Eddie," he quietly corrected before confirming, "And yeah."

"Eddie," Tibby repeated, trying to put that to memory. Glancing at the cupcakes, she beamed up at the trio, "Wait. Does this mean that you passed the test?!"

Sheepishly, Eddie looked up at Steve. Almost as though he was seeing how much he could get away with. Turning back to Tibby, Eddie said, "Not exactly."

"Bummer," Tibby confirmed empathetically. Glancing at Steve, she said, "With a dozen you get one free. You want anything?"

"Um," Steve started, glancing at Bucky before he could even stop himself. Quickly turning the motion from looking over at Bucky into looking at the menu on the wall instead, Steve asked, "What's your favorite?"

"Lost a Bet to My Sister, is pretty good," the woman answered as she exited the restroom, holding the little girl's hand. Rubbing her hand over her baby bump, she suggested, "I.O.U. is good too. I've been craving, Hope You're Happy Becca."

"She's only suggesting those because they were made specifically for her," Tibby stage whispered.

Steve smirked and found those specific cupcakes on the board. There, among many others, was the list of vegan gluten-free cupcakes. Reading what each cupcake consisted of, he finally decided on, "You Did That On Purpose."

"One of my favorites," Bucky said, placing the phone on the stand. The toddler pulled away from her mother, Becca, and held her hands above her head, which Bucky gladly accepted as he lifted her onto his hip. He told Steve, "It's one of Fran's favorites too."

"Lemon's the best," Steve reasoned with a shrug. His heart stuttering when Bucky widely grinned at him.

Playfully narrowing his eyes at Steve, Bucky teased, "Should've opened with that. I would've remembered you right away."

#begin again #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve rogers x bucky barnes #marvel #fanfic #wattpad #ao3 #modern au #moving on #oof #mortician steve #dying to be with steve #baker bucky #bakers gonna bake #bucky is a sweetie pie #what's the batter with you #barnes' bakery #rogers' funeral home #life is a mess #pining

[irepookie]

Wake up Call, Infinity Ch.3

Summary: QUEEN AU WHERE ROGER (ROWAN)IS A19 YEAR OLD SINGLE DAD TRYING TO FIND A PLACE IN THE WORLD OF MUSIC

WARNINGS: iNTENSE FLUFF AND SOME SWEARING

Chapter 3: Row has to start stepping out of the bubble him and his daughter have been living in while in the safety of the hospital, and break the news to his best friends. 

John- Rick

Fred-Len

Bri- Terry

Rog- Rowan

When Row had hung up on Len mid sentence, the boys had been confused. Then again, he was at his mom's house and they had heard her infamous shout of <<ROWAN EUGENE QUEEN>> that always preceded an argument, so they let it go. But then he didn't turn up to rehearsal, or called back for the rest of the afternoon. Or the following afternoon. Or for rest of the week. And that was unlike him. He always called back. (Well, most of his former one night stands would disagree with this). Let's just say he always called his band mates back. Sometimes drunk, at 4 AM, Thus leaving  a wakeful Terry with 2 hours to spare nothing to do but to start revising for whatever exam he had ahead.

So, when they didn't know of him, they went directly to the village's police station, to see if he was locked up, and if not, to report him missing.

"What if we ask Gina?" Rick suggested

"I'd rather check the morgue first, thanks" Len said.

"Well, what else can we do? Huh?"

"Audition new drummers"

"Seriously boys. Let's go."

They knocked on Row's childhood home. Gina opened, with messy hair, a dressing gown and slippers

"Oh, hello boys. He ain't here" she took a drag of the 4th cigarette she had smoked that day despite it only being 8:30 AM.

"Where is he?"

"He isn't at home?"

"We've checked and there's no track of him. We haven't seen him in 7 days"

She sighed "in the hospital, I think. If he hasn't left already"

"Hospital?" All three said simultaneously

"What happened?!" Len added

"You don't know?"

"Know what?"

She smiled, mockingly "Wow, father of the year isn't so sure after all"

"What?"

She laughed bitterly. If he hadn't told his best friends yet, it maybe meant he was reconsidering the whole thing. Maybe common sense had hit him after the first stinky nappy.

"You know what? Come in."

"Oh we were actually in a rush..."

"You wanna find him or not? Come in, I don't bite

"Alright" all three musicians entered somewhat awkwardly in the house where so many sleep overs had taken place, back in the day.

She led them to the kitchen, where the phone was, and dialed.

Callie was the closest to the phone "Row? Yes, I'll get him"

She made her way to the room where the Prune had been moved in the previous evening, due to her favourable evolution and the need of free incubators.

She grinned at the scene: the 6 day old infant was dozing against her dad's bare chest, supported by his hands -which seemed huge in comparison to her small figure-. His eyes were closed, but Callie could tell he was awake as his left hand was stroking her head. It was adorable, and they seemed at such peace -poor Row had spent his first whole night on night watch and was exhausted-.

"Row" she called softly

He opened his big blue eyes in acknowledgement.

"You have a call"

"A call? From who?" He whispered back, before looking down at the baby to make sure she was asleep

"Didn't say. But she was kind of irritated"

"Oh, that's mom then" he smiled sarcastically, but didn't move a bit.

"You aren't gonna get on the phone?"

"I don't know. She doesn't deserve our attention does she?" He cooed

"How bad can it be?"

"You don't wanna see my bad side. And I don't ever want her to see it either"

Callie smiled "Go. I'll stay with her"

He groaned in annoyance. He was so comfortable, and he didn't want to get up.

"C'mere darling" he mumbled, detaching his daughter from his lap and carefully lying her on the cot

He exited the room and walked to the phone "What?"

"Row! Where are you?" The three voices of his best friends greeted him from the other side

"Oh, hi guys I... How did you get this number?"

"We're calling you from your mum's. She says you're in hospital" Terry's soft voice said worriedly

"You've gone fucking AWOL! Where are you man? We're worried as hell" Len scolded

"Oh yeah, hehe been..."he scratched the back of his head "been pretty busy" He glanced in the direction of his daughter's room, where he saw Callie readjusting the yellow teddy bear he had bought her the second day.

"Busy? With what?" Rick inquired

"It's... It's a long story."

"Well we've got time"

"Shouldn't you be in uni?" Row said in hopes they'd have to run into class

"It's Sunday, Row!"

"Oh is it?" He had lost track of time, honestly

"C'mon! Spit it"

He sighed "Alright, huh..." He tried to think of where to start. He couldn't really think much tho; his brain was pudge at that moment. "I met a girl in..." He counted nine months back from February "June?" No wait Piper was premature so it could be July or... Then it hit him. "No, remember that afternoon when we set up that Live Aid session in your parents backyard, Len?"

The boys nodded. July 13th. How could they forget? It had been dubbed the best Summer Party of 1985 in town. The four of them had tried to get tickets, but they couldn't even afford a ticket to London in the first place. And so, They watched the whole show with four TV screens around the yard instead, and the whole village had joined them, arguing on which performance had been the best.

Of course, all four members of Symbols agreed that it had been Queen.

"But they signed up late" someone said 

 "Yea, they came late to the party" another agreed. 

"So what? They rocked the party! You just say that because you like U2 better"

 "Like you prefer Queen!" 

 "But we've got a point! Regardless of how much we like them, they were, objectively, the best performance" /

"Objectively? Bullshit!" Anne Williams snapped "They played the same shit they always play! And Bono was a true gentleman, helping that girl who was getting crashed by the crowd."

 "Yea, I'm sure Freddie wouldn't have given a shit, so full of himself and his teeth up his~" /

Dennis Phelps couldn't finish his sentence as a  someone tossed him a Converse, which hit his head. A young woman, with Bowie-like orange dyed haircut approached, with  a bare left foot and the matching shoe on the other 

 "You know nothing about putting up a good show then. Also, you mess with Freddie Mercury again and next time the shoe will be stuck up your ass" she told Dennis, retrieving the item "I mean, it's clear who I'm rooting for but Queen really did what had to be done. Geldof told them all to play the hits, because that's precisely why they're hits: they work. Other artists, like your boyfriend Bono and his band played new material, as if this was their concert. And it's not. Even though they signed up on time and whatever. They took a risk, crowd didn't know the song, they lost interest. But Queen had common sense: they played the hits, the anthems, and people connected with them. And it's not about Freddie or him hypnotizing Wembley. It's having some common sense. And not even you two knew the lyrics of U2s new song. So shut the hell up"

Row had liked her instantly. That's a girl who knows the stuff.

They exchanged a smile, a wink and a complicit nod

"We must join our forces to help out our friends under pressure, don't we?" She said

"Oh yes, Bowie girl." Terry remembered

"Yep."

"So what's with her?" Rick said

"Well, that.. she..." He cut himself off when a cry echoed in Pip's room "Gotta go, guys. I'll call you back"

"No! Row!" Len said, but the line went dead

"Shit"

"What happened?" Gina, who had watched the scene from the door frame, -and was about to finish her 6th cigar in a row,- asked

"He rambled about that Live Aid day, and a girl he met there"

"Did he say her name?"

"No. He had to go suddenly. It's all weird"

"Yea, well... Life is weird, boys"

"I don't understand. What's going on? Can't you tell us, Mrs. Queen?"

"Oh no. No. It's not my story to tell. Nor my business. I tried my best, but that stubborn bastard didn't listen. I'm sorry" she said

"But is he okay?" Len asked, concerned

Gina grinned, at how despite it all, the four boys would stick up with each other to the end of the world "Yes. He's fine."

"Row, are you okay?" Callie said, as the drummer wordlessly took the bundle from her

"Yes, yes. Why wouldn't I be?" He said, sitting with the fussy baby

"You're a bit pale"

"Oh I... Nothing. Just... I'm nervous honestly. Because we're about get discharged and I'm gonna be alone with her and I'll have to dad around all by myself and... And everyone will know..."

"Know what?"

"About her"

"And is that a problem?" Callie crossed her arms

"No, I mean... No, of course not. But everyone will ask questions and judge me and... I'm worried I will end up believing them more and fuck it all up"

"Believing what?"

"They'll start telling me it's a mistake, that I'm gonna screw everything up and that I won't be able to be a good dad and I'm afraid it will become true"

"So you're saying that how people think of you is gonna affect the way you... How you called it? Dad around?"

He nodded "Well, answer me these, will you? Have you, in this moment or at any point during these seven days, thought you are making a mistake?"

He looked at the tiny bundle and shook his head.

"Are you willing to always do your best for the shake of Piper?"

He nodded, noticing he was unconsciously rocking her back and forth.

"Then what's the problem?"

"Look I haven't exactly been a role model in... Well anything. One thing my mom's proud of is that I'm not into drugs. Everyone who has a daughter in the block hates me. So how am I supposed to raise one?"

"Exactly how you've been doing the last six days"

"Yes but I have you guys. And the medics, and the equipment. But there I'll be all alone"

"You will never be alone. You have the friends you've told me about. And your mum...Maybe the little darling is gassy"

"Oh stop about my mum" he carefully changed the Prune to an upright position and began to rub circles on her back without even hesitation. Wow he was actually getting a hold on the burping stuff.

"Yes. Your mum will eventually come to terms with the lil'raisin. I'm sure." She said, whist handing him a muslin to place on the baby's range of accuracy

"Oh you don't know her"

"I know she's a mum. Your mum and mother's rarely ever turn their backs on their children for good"

Row looked at the baby, then raised an eyebrow at Callie

"I said it's rare. There are obviously exceptions" she said "And believe me you're better off. Also, she did call. That's gotta Mean  something"

"I didn't speak with her. Just the band. They were at her place, yeah but... I don't know. I'm not gonna beg on my fucking knees..." He was interrupted by a burp I his ear. Damn, that was a big one. He'd need 2 beers to produce such a loud one.

"Easy, tiger." He laughed "Goddamn it, where did that come from, huh? You're unbelievable" he praised, while getting the muslin out his shoulder and handing it to Callie

"And a neat one too. 10/10." She chuckled

"Atta girl. That's my lil'raisin. Yeah, good girl" he cooed, bringing her to face him, before she started fussing and he nested her again on his chest "Aw, don't cry honey. Please. You're alright. C'mon" he begged. She settled down quickly, and he sighed in relief.

"The point is, that here is like... I feel safe, you know? It's like another world. Another life. And now I have to fit her in my every day, and be in charge and stuff, and... I'm not sure I'm ready"

"Parents are never ready to take them home. Not even those who had 9 months of preparation, and parenting classes, and a nicely decorated and supplied nursery. No one feels ready. But nerves are good. Nerves mean that you care. Worrying and doubting about your ability to be the dad your child needs is precisely what's gonna make you raise your game. Just one last question: are you 100% that you love that lil one with all your heart?"

He looked at his daughter, who had gone back to sleep with the rambling of his voice, as his hand still caressed head and grinned "Hell yeah" Otherwise, how could he explain the way his chest seemed to be holding two hearts whenever she was in his arms? Or how, when he had to leave for the night it felt as though both those hearts were ripped away from him? Or how else could he have turned this goddamn sappy? Yep. That was the proof.

"Then that's all the two of you will ever need. She won't care if you two are rich or live in a cardboard box, or if she wasn't in your initial plans, or that she doesn't have a mom. As long as you love her and make her feel like it."

He nodded, and rested his lips on her soft scalp.

"Right, I Gotta get to another patient. Call'em back."

He stood up, this time taking his Prune along, and went to the corridor where the phone was. Making sure her head was safely cradled along with the rest of her small body on his left arm, he tucked the phone between the right shoulder and neck and dialed their shared place's number

Rick picked up "Yes?"

"I'm a dad" he said simply, and waited for his reaction. 

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I’ll post the picture separately in order to preserve my goddamn sanity cause Tumblr is being a pain in the arse!!!!!

How do you guys do it? Am I the only one who needs 5 bloody tries to post this things?

#roger taylor #dad!roger taylor #queen band #queen fluff #bohemian rhapsody

[dukereviewstv]

Duke Reviews TV: Batman: The Animated Series 1x20 And 1x21 Feat Of Clay

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews TV Where We Continue Our Look At Batman The Animated Series By Talking About Episodes 20 And 21, Feat Of Clay

This Episode Sees Bruce Wayne Being Framed For Attempted Murder When Someone Who Looks Like Bruce Wayne Attempts To Kill Lucius Fox, But The Real Killer Is Actually An Actor And Master Of Disguise Named Matt Hagen (Played By Hellboy)

Who Was Disfigured In A Car Accident Years Ago And Is Only Keeping His Career Going Because Of Roland Daggett (Played By....)

(Start At 0:03, End At 0:13)

Who Provides Him A Monthly Supply Of An Experimental Addictive Face Cream Called Renuyu, That Can Reshape His Face Back To Normal...

But Because He Botches The Murder, Daggett Cuts Off His Supply, Forcing Hagen To Go To Daggett's Lab To Get More But When He Does His Henchmen Force Hagen To Drink It, Transforming Him Into The Villainous Clayface...

A Shapeshifting Monster Who Will Do Anything To Get His Revenge On Daggett For Turning Him Into A Monster...

Will Batman Be Able To Clear Bruce Wayne's Name And Stop Clayface From Getting His Revenge?

Let's Find Out As We Watch Feat Of Clay...

Part 1 Starts At An Abandoned Trainway Station At 3:00 Am Where A Meeting Between Lucius Fox And Bruce Wayne Is Going On...

Giving Bruce A Suitcase Full Of Evidence That Incriminates Roland Daggett In An Illegal Scheme To Take Over Wayne Enterprises Through Insider Trading....

But It's Unfortunatly Revealed That Bruce Intends To Destroy Them As A Group Of Armed Henchmen Appear In The Upper Levels To Kill Fox...

But Batman Springs From The Ceiling And Stops Three Of The Thugs However The Wayne Imposter And 2 Of The Thugs Manage To Get Away As The Police Arrive To Help Fox Who Identifies Bruce As His Attacker...

Meanwhile, At A Movie Studio, We Meet The Person Who Was Bruce During The Attack, Matt Hagen, A Famous Movie Actor Who Has Developed A Serious Addiction To A Dangerous Experimental Chemical Lotion Developed By Daggett LaboratorIes Called Renuyu...

Which Allows Him To Reform His Facial Features Into Any Appearance He Wants And Is Necessary For Hagen To Hide The Disfigurement He Suffered In A Car Accident Years Before That Been Kept Secret From The Public...

Starting To Run Out Of Renuyu, His Friend And Stand In, Teddy Gives Matt The Last Of What He Has Left, Despite Being Worried About Matt As He Knows How Addictive Renuyu Is...

Seriously Has Anybody Shipped Matt With Teddy? Because The Way This Guy Acts, It Looks Like He Seriously Wants To Kiss Him...

But Realizing Teddy Is Right And That Begging Daggett To Get More Renuyu Is Wrong, Matt Decides To Go Off And Get Some On His Own...

However, After Hearing About The Failed Attempt On Fox's Life, Daggett Orders His Henchmen Raymond Bell And Germs, Dispose Of Hagen As Believes That He's Of No Use To Them Anymore, But With Them Wondering How They'll Find Hagen As He's A Master Of Disguise...

Hopefully He's A Better One Than Dana Carvey Was...

Daggett Tells Them Not To Worry About It As Once His Renuyu Supply Runs Out, He'll Come To Them...

And As It Turns Out Daggett Was Right As Hagen Breaks Into Daggett's Laboratories To Start Slathering The Stuff On His Face But When Bell And Germs Catch Him, Hagen Attempts To Disguise Himself As Bruce Wayne But Fails...

With A Fight Ensuing Bell And Germs Subdue Hagen And Pour An Entire Vat Of Renuyu Down Hagen's Throat Before Placing Him In A Car To Leave Him For Dead But Unbeknownst To The Henchmen, Hagen's Body Begins To Mutate..,

Meanwhile At The Batcave, Batman Turns Up Bell's Name And Decides To Pursue Him In The Batwing, Luring Him Away From The City By Hacking Into Bell's Stolen Police Radio And Fooling Him Into Thinking That The Police Are Searching For Him...

Eventually Forcing Bell Off The Road, Batman Dumps His Car In The River And Has Bell Dangling From A Mechanical Arm In The Batwing While Attempting To Get Information Out Of Bell...

But Bell Faints Before Batman Can Get Any Relevant Information Out Of Bell, He Faints...

And With The Police Ordering Batman To Release His Detainee, He Does By Dropping Him In A Pool...

But I Have To Say This Next Move By Bruce Is Incredibly Stupid Especially By Someone Who Costumes As One Of The Greatest Costumed Detectives Ever...

Anyway, Bruce Sneaks Into Lucius' Room At The Hospital In An Attempt To Clear His Name, Only For Lucius To Summon The Cops Who Arrest Bruce...

Seriously, Bruce, What Did You Think Was Going To Happen? Did You Think That If You Had A Chance To Explain The Situation Lucius Would Just Let It Go Like That? Uh, No, No, I'm Sorry But No, That's Not How It Works In Real Life...

If Someone Who Looks Like You Attempts To Kill Someone You Know, Police Will Have You Arrested Unless You Have Proof You Did Not Do This...

Meanwhile, Teddy Finds What's Left Of Matt And Let's Just Say...

(Imitating Scotty From Star Trek) It's Not A Pretty Sight, Captain...

Moving Onto Part 2, Bruce Is Released On Bail By Alfred As Teddy Takes Matt Back To His Trailer At The Movie Studio Where He Believes His Career Is Over As Drinking All That Renuyu Has Transformed Him Into An Animated Mound Of Clay...

However, After Recounting What Led Up To His Deal With Daggett, Matt Discovers When He Walks By Posters Of All His Old Movies, That He Can Now Transform Into Anything Or Anyone...

But Despite Teddy Believing Matt Can Come Back From This, He Discovers That It's Unfortunately Temporary And He Can't Keep His Form For Long So, Realising His Career Is Over, He Starts Crying...

With Revenge On His Mind, Matt Reasons That Daggett Will Send Someone To Finish Off Lucius And So, That Person Will Lead Him To Daggett So He Can Finish Him Off....

So, Disguising Himself As A Male Nurse, Hagen Enters The Hospital..

But Unbeknownst To Him, Batman Is Also Inside The Hospital To Catch The Assassin As Well, So, When "Germs" Shows Up, He Flees But Is Unfortunately Cornered In His Worst Nightmare...

A Room...Filled With...Diseases....

(Start At 2:59, End At 4:12)

Asking The Officer For A Moment Longer, The Officer Is Revealed To Be Matt Who Attacks Batman And Abducts Germs Taking Him To The Roof So He Can Throw Him Off The Roof But He Is Stopped By Batman...

(Start At 0:47, End At 2:29)

Returning To Teddy's House To Hide Out, Hagen Makes His Final Plans To Kill Daggett, As Teddy Objects To Matt's Plans, Causing Him To Snap At Teddy Before He Leaves...

Going On Summer Gleeson's Talk Show, Daggett Talks About Renuyu Which He Is Now Releasing To The Public...

But When An Obese Woman Talks About The Rumored Side Effects Of Renuyu, It's Revealed That The Woman Is Matt Who Shows The Audience What An Overdose Looks Like...

But Luckily Batman Arrives To Stop Matt...

(Start At 1:55)

Springing The Trap That He Set Earlier, Batman Shows Clayface Images Of Himself From His Acting Days, Which In Turn Causes Him To Shapeshift Out Of Control...

Luckily, When The Police Enter They See Clayface Shapeshift Into Bruce Wayne Before He Electrocutes Himself When He Hits One Of The Screens

Briefly Returning To His Normal Disfigured Form, Clayface Laments That He Had A Spectacular Death Scene But It's Just Too Bad He Won't Be Able To Read The Reviews...

R.I.P. Clayface

1970-1993

Don't Release The Memoriums Yet, Folks This Episode Isn't Over Yet...

Anyway, With Lucius Relieved It Wasn't Bruce Wayne Who Attacked Him, Daggett Goes To Jail And All Charges Against Bruce Are Dropped...

However When Batman Runs A Test On A Piece Of Clayface That Was Left Behind He Finds That Electricity Has No Lethal Effect On It...

Meaning Most Likely What They Have At The Morgue Is A Shell And That The Real Clayface Is Still Out There...

And That's Feat Of Clay And It's A Good Episode...

The Story Is Very Well Written, Ron Pearlman Does Great As Clayface, And The Designs Are Really Good, But As I Said Before, I Think Bruce Visiting Lucius Without Proof It Was Him That Tried To Kill Lucius Was A Pretty Stupid Move...

But Aside From That One Part, It's A Great Episode And I Say See It...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

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