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yelenasdiary · 3 months

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I saw your request were open and I’ve been dying to send you this request. I was wondering if you could do a top F reader x bottom Wanda. Reader is an eternal and their also deaf. They first met Wanda after the wandavision events. They have a one night stand and Wanda finds one she’s pregnant (reader has a penis} so now they’re trying to navigate the pregnancy and their relationship. They agree to do parent but as time goes on they start to fall in love! Please add a bunch of smut and fluff! Maybe some angst please

Take Me Home

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Eternal, Fem! & Deaf! Reader

Summary: A one night stand changes everything for the better.

Angst, Fluff & Brief Mention of Smut. 18+ ONLY, Minors & Men DNI!

Warnings: Mentions of Drinking, Reader has a penis, Unprotected Sex, Oral (Wanda Receiving), Pregnancy, Pregnancy Talk, Mentions of Abortion | 2.5K

AC: Please know that I am not Deaf. So I write this purely on research, if I have said anything wrong or offensive, please kindly message me so I can fix it. I mean absolutely no harm. Reader communicates via sign language, so all conversations are in italics, this means they are signing and not verbally speaking. Thank you for sending this, although I didn’t include a full smut scene I still hope you enjoy this! x

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Two pink lines stared back at her while her heart skipped a beat. She knew it was true before she even took the test, tears filled her eyes as she remembered the events that took place in Westview. Now in hiding, the ex-Avenger only had herself to fall back on. It was the one time she decided to grab a hot meal at the local bar near her remote mountainside cabin in the woods of Sokovia when she met you.

You were having a few drinks by yourself when the woman sat only inches beside you at the bar. She was troubled, her sad presence screamed to you as you turned to her slightly and gave her a soft welcoming smile. She smiled back, even though she could barely bring herself to form the returning smile.

“Rough Day?” you asked in sign language. She nodded, “rough couple of months” she signed back.

“Here, let me.” You smiled once more before placing a $10 bill on the bar to pay for her drink, “it seems you need something good right now” you signed.

“Thank you” the woman smiled softly before taking a sip of her wine.

She intrigued you to say the least, you’d never seen her around here before and assumed she was new to the small town, if you’d even call it that. The small street of buildings was only built for loggers that worked high in the mountains; it had the essentials. A small general store for basic needs, a mechanic and hardware store, a bakery, a doctor’s office and of course the bar which also acted as a restaurant. A small population of 100 people lived around here, well, 101 now that you’d made a cabin home for the past three months.

You tried to go back to doing your own thing, having a drink, and completing the crossword puzzle in the newspaper but the woman’s running mind distracted your focus. You turned to face her only to notice she was already looking at you. Her eyes spoke a million words and suddenly you knew she wasn’t like anybody else in the bar.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” you asked. She was hesitant at first, taking another sip of her drink so she didn’t waste your money, but she nodded.

“Are you here for me?” Wanda asked while the two of you walked slowly down the single road street covered in snow. “No. I am just a stranger you met in a bar” you replied with a soft smile in hopes it would ease her worries. It didn’t take Wanda very long to work out that you weren’t like everybody else in this town, there was a different kind of communication between the two of you. She could hear your thoughts just as much as you could hear hers. Although you knew very little of the woman, you knew enough to know she was in pain.

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Wanda’s mind replayed that night after you’d walked her home. How her nails dug deeply into your back as your lips were interlocked with hers and the way you reach for the bedsheets as your tongue overstimulated her clit but more importantly, she remembered the way you made her feel and how she’d never felt the things you made her feel, how you were able to make her forget even just for that night how much she was truly hurting.

Those thoughts brought her back to the two pink lines staring back at her. “Fuck” she mumbled quietly to herself as she placed the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t having a moment while washing her hands that her twin boys that she missed deeply and how badly she wished to hold them just once more.

Wanda rang your doorbell, a blue light flickered throughout your small cabin to alert you somebody was at the door. Wanda was the last person you expected to be standing on the other side, even if you sensed it was her before you even turned the knob.

“Wanda how are you?” you asked, greeting her with a soft smile. She didn’t return the smile; her eyes were slightly puffy and red. “Is everything okay?” you asked.

“Can I come in? we need to talk” she replied. You nodded, moving to the side to allow her to walk into your home. “I’m really sorry to come here out of the blue” she turned to you as you closed the door behind her.

“Don’t stress, it’s okay. Not sure how you found my address but it’s okay” you chuckled in hopes it would lighten the mood, but it didn’t.

“I’m pregnant” she said, getting to the point. The news shocked you a little but explained why you felt she didn’t arrive alone. “I don’t expect you to do anything or even want to be a part of this. I just thought you had a right to know” Wanda added.

“It takes two to tangle, are you okay?” you replied trying to process the news. Wanda’s eyes filled with tears as she shrugged, “I d-don’t know, I made some mistakes that lead me to the reason why I even moved here” she explained, wiping the falling tears from her cheeks. You knew what she was talking about, you were an Eternal, of course you knew but you weren’t allowed to do anything about the events of Westview, and you didn’t ask too many questions about the situation.

“I don’t want you to worry about anything, I am here for you and the baby. Whatever you decide to do, I am here. If you want to keep it, we will work it out. If you want to have an abortion, I will be there to hold your hand” you smiled ever so softly before you reached to get her a tissue. Wanda looked you in the eyes, allowing you to hear all her worries and concerns.

You reached for her hand, “you’re not alone. We are in this together” you assured her. “We barely know each other. I do not expect you to step up like this” Wanda replied.

“Let’s start with meeting up for coffee, well, decaf coffee. How does that sound? We can get to know each other more and talk about what is on your mind and if you want to go through with this or not” you offered.

Wanda nodded as a light smile tugged at her lips, “I would like that, thank you”.

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As the weeks went on, you and Wanda met for coffee three times a week. Most of the conversations were about getting to know one another and sometimes Wanda would bring up a worry or concern she had. You never asked her if she had made a decision on whether she would be keeping the baby or not, you felt that was something she would tell you when she was ready.

Of course, one of Wanda’s most worrying concern was the baby’s health and what it meant for the baby to be born with the shared genes of a Witch and an Eternal. Both with so much power and abilities, it was something that Wanda couldn’t shake. This led to you telling her everything you knew about your abilities and powers.

“This baby is going to be more than a handful of surprises” Wanda smiled softly making your eyes widen with excitement.

“Does this mean you’ve made a decision?” you asked. Wanda nodded, “I want to have this baby. I want to do this with you and its okay if you don’t want to do this” she replied. You stood up from your seat and embraced Wanda in a hug, “I want to do this with you as well” you smiled as you both pulled away.

“I guess this means we have a lot more to talk about” Wanda smiled.

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You didn’t want to miss a single moment during Wanda’s pregnancy, it was a conversation that you brought to the table before Wanda asked if you’d like to come spend a couple nights a week at her place. You loved cooking for her every night and making her breakfast in bed when her morning sickness went away. After so many years of seeming almost everything, you never thought you’d find something so special again.

Life was growing in front of your eyes, you finally had something to be excited about once again. A new chapter was opening up for you, a new life, a life you never thought you’d be able to have so the thought never crossed your mind and Wanda could see just how happy you were. She saw the smile on your face whenever she caught you admiring the ultra-sound photo, she saw the sparkle in your eyes whenever the two of you had a conversation about the baby.

But for Wanda, it wasn’t the same. Although she was happy about having a baby, she couldn’t keep herself from thinking of her boys and how she wondered what they would think of a baby sibling. She wondered how they would react, she wondered if they would wish for a baby brother or sister, she wondered if they had their own name ideas to add to the list you and Wanda had slowly began to dot down.

“What were they like? Your boys” you asked Wanda one night while she was lost in thought. She looked at you and smiled softly at the thought of talking about her twins. “They were perfect. Tommy is my little prankster” she starts with a chuckle, “he was always getting himself in all sorts of mischief. Billy, he was the opposite. He loved video games and training our dog Sparky. Both boys loved their ice cream and movie night” the smile on her lips only grew wider as she talked more about the beloved twins.

“They sound like a lot of fun; you must miss them” you placed a hand on top of Wanda’s for comfort.

“I do, a lot” A tear rolled down her cheek. You could tell she needed a shift of conversation and offered to make her a banana split milkshake to fill her cravings.

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At six months, you and Wanda had grown closer. You were both wanting this co-parenting plan to work and began to look around for a home to move into together. The two of you would decorate the nursey together, Wanda using her powers to move the furniture around to save the hassle of you both burning yourselves out doing it. You went to every doctor’s appointment with Wanda and kept every ultra-sound photo they offered. Wanda loved seeing how excited and happy you were and as time went on, she found herself becoming more comfortable with the fact the twins weren’t here to share this new chapter with her.

“How did you book this place?” Wanda asked after the waiter seated you both. It was Wanda’s birthday and you wanted to do something special for her, so you booked reservations at a restaurant she’d been talking about a lot recently.

“I know the owner, they kind of owe me a favour” you replied before picking up the menu. Things had slightly been a little different between you both, usually you could hear each other’s thoughts and feelings but recently you had trouble connecting with Wanda that way. You thought maybe it was something to do with the pregnancy and maybe she just wanted that extra bit of privacy, so you tried not to think about it as much, but it was hard when you found yourself falling for her.

“This is certainly a surprise, thank you” Wanda smiled. You returned the smile but quickly used the menu to hide the blushing of your cheeks. This was a new feeling that you had no control over.

“Has something happened? Between us?” Wanda asked shortly after finishing her main meal, you shook your head before taking a mouthful of your drink. “Not at all, have I done something to make you think that?” you asked.

“You just seem a little distant lately, that’s all” Wanda replied.

“I’m sorry. I just thought that with only a few months left until the baby arrives that you might want some more alone time” you explained, not entirely a lie but a good enough excuse to stop her from thinking it was something more.

“You know, we have spoken a lot about myself over the last few months but you don’t like to share much. I am here for you like you are for me and if you want to talk about anything, you can talk to me. We’re in this together, remember?” Wanda said looking deeply into your eyes. You took another mouthful of your drink and deep breath before replying.

“I used to have a family and friends, but some went back to planet Olympia, some stayed on Earth and are trying to live a normal life, but I never felt like I fitted in anywhere. Not here and not in Olympia. I have been on my own for many years and I was getting tired of living this repetitive life. But when you said you wanted to keep the baby, everything changed for me. You have given me something new and exciting, a new life and I don’t want to ruin it because of something I can’t control” you explained.

“Why would you think you would ruin this? I would never stop you from being in our baby’s life if things didn’t work out with our plan” Wanda assured you.

“Feelings weren’t apart of the plan” you replied.

Wanda froze for a moment before she stood from her seat, you did the same thinking she was leaving but instead she walked up to you and gently cupped your face and kissing you deeply. You kissed her back, your hands resting gently on her lips, ever so slightly pulling her closer to you as you deepened the kiss.

“Take me home” Wanda smiled softly as you both pulled away for air.

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You woke up to find Wanda’s side of the bed empty, there was only one place she would be. You walked down the hall and there she was, cradling your baby girl back to sleep. The sight in front of you made you smile softly before you walked up behind Wanda, wrapping your arms around her and placing a kiss on her cheek. Wanda smiled softly, never taking her eyes off the little girl in her arms.

Your body moved with Wanda’s until the little girl’s eyes came to a close and Wanda carefully placed her back in her crib. She turned in your arms to face you, kissing you softly.

“I know it was your turn to tend to her, but I couldn’t help myself. She’s perfect” Wanda smiled. “Next time, wake me. I don’t want to miss a single thing” you replied before kissing her once more.

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shanastoryteller · 10 days

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Merry bday! A continuation of Enola Holmes marrying the viscount of Basilweather would be really cool 😀

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

She wrinkles her nose when Tewksbury passes over her cup of tea with two sugars, unstirred, and she knows.

She puts down the cup too quickly, blood pounding in her ears, and Tewksbury frowns, reaching for her hand. "Enola?"

"Got to go," she says, pushing herself to standing, almost just leaves him sitting there, hand outstretched, but he's her husband and she loves him, so she darts over to smack a kiss on his lips before she's running for the door.

"Enola!" he calls out again, but now he sounds less worried and more exasperated, which is better, which is good. There's nothing for him to worry about.

She wants her mother, who's banned from London and is causing political unrest in Southern France currently, or Edith, who's doing something clever and illegal in Scotland. She'd take Victoria, but Mycroft will be there, and he's the last person she wants to see right now. Sherlock, while beloved, is useless, but his boy is a doctor.

She drops in at 221B Baker Street, picking the lock like always, and is relieved that Sherlock is still asleep and decides not to have any opinions on the various bones scattered about the kitchen table. She assumes there's a reasonable explanation for them.

"Oh, Enola!" John grins and shoves some femurs to the side to make space at the table. "Here, join me, would you like some oatmeal? Are you looking for your brother? I can wake him-"

"I'm pregnant," she blurts out, then bites her bottom lip.

John blinks once, then twice, then says with a gentleness that had made her like him in the first place - because Sherlock wanted to be gentle, but was quite bad at it, so someone had to teach him - "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

Wanted seems like not the correct word, although of course it is, because she and Tewksbury had been, not trying, but not-not trying, which probably amounted to the same thing, considering how often they - well.

"I can fix it," he says, voice low and serious, "if it's something that needs to be fixed."

Enola lets out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "No. No, it doesn't need to be fixed."

She loves that he offered. She loves John, more her brother than Mycroft will ever be, sometimes even more her brother than Sherlock is. If nothing else, her brothers had picked their partners well. Victoria and John are a delight.

John is the functional one between them, explosions and skeletons notwithstanding. John is the one that coaxed her brother into a proper relationship and John is the one that knew they were like parents to all the Irregulars and John isn't normal but he grew up normal.

"Are you worried something's wrong?" he asks. "I can look you over."

"No," she says, although, "I mean, yes, that'd be nice because Tewksbury will go spare, but no, I'm not worried anything's wrong."

He leans back in his chair, looking her over, and after almost ten years of dealing with her and Sherlock and even occasionally Mycroft he can read them almost as well as they can read everyone else.

"It's alright to be scared," he says finally. "Lots of women are when they find out, even when it's wanted, even when the baby's healthy."

"I'm not scared," she says, but for the first time her words feel like a lie. "I shouldn't be scared. What do I have to be scared of?"

She wishes her mother was here.

Will her children miss her like this too?

Sometimes she misses her mother even when she's right in front of her, and if nothing else, she's her mother's daughter.

John gets to his feet, stand in front of her, and opens his arms. She looks away even as she steps forward, like if she doesn't look at him when she does it then it doesn't count as weakness.

His arms close around her. He smells like chai and antiseptic and it's only years of association that make the combination comforting. "I can't wait to be an uncle."

He'll be an uncle. Sherlock will be an uncle. Even Mycroft, and Victoria will be delighted to be an aunt, and to raise her children with Enola's. Of course there's her mother-in-law, and Tewksbury's uncle, who have been angling for her to have a child from the day they married.

There's Tewksbury, who loves her, who isn't going to die on her or leave her if either of them have anything to say about it, who isn't going to leave her to raise their children the way her mother raised her.

Alone.

She's been saying she wasn't going to do this alone from the beginning, but standing here in Sherlock's kitchen, with John holding her steady, she really believes it.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #anon #enola holmes #if we get a third movie my characterization of john will be wrecked #but know in my heart he is a lovable mad scientist with poor impulse control

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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 1 year

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Hard on Myself

Pairing: EddiexFemReader

Summary: This was a request

Can you make another rockstar!eddie where they just had a baby and the reader goes to one of his shows with the baby to see her daddy and she gets dressed up but reader still has a bit of post partum body and the fan girls see it and shame on her and reader declines eddies touches and works out and later eddie finds out and she breaks down and they make love? :)

18+ only

“Hey, I just got Cadence down to sleep,” Eddie murmured in your ear as he slid up behind you in the hotel room, his hands holding onto your arms. “We should take advantage of the alone time.” Those hands slid down your arms and the minute they touched your waist you shot away from him, like a firework jetting off into the sky.

“Actually, I was going to go workout,” you offered with a strained smile.

You had brought the baby to Eddie’s show three nights ago, wanting to surprise him. Stella, Gareth’s girlfriend, had stayed with the baby on the tour bus while you watched the concert. You didn’t want to subject your ten week old’s ears to the deafening music. You had been so excited, putting on a red dress that Eddie had always loved on you. It had been a little tighter than usual and yeah, you had a little pooch in your middle and you had to wear a good bra because breastfeeding was not doing anything great for your boobs, but you’d just had a baby. You decided to wear it anyway, wanting to look perfect for your husband.

But then the comments began, fangirls all around noticing you, knowing exactly who you were. Considering Rolling Stone had done a feature on the band and their families, with you and Eddie right on the cover, it didn’t surprise you that they recognized you as his wife. What did surprise you was what you heard them saying. You could still hear the razor sharp digs at you now.

“How long does she think she’s going to keep him around if she doesn’t lose that baby weight?”

“Ugh…how has he not left her yet? She’s delusional if she thinks he’s sticking around.”

“She looks like a whale in that dress. Why would she even think she should wear that?”

“Oh my god, why does she still look pregnant? Didn’t she have that baby weeks ago?”

“Ladies, we need to get backstage. If that’s what he’s coming home to, Eddie will jump at the chance to be with a girl who actually takes care of herself. He deserves so much hotter than lard-ass over there.”

“Damn, has she ever met a donut she didn’t eat?”

Tears stung your eyes but you swallowed hard, forcing them back, refusing to cry in front of Eddie. You couldn’t let him see how much those remarks had hurt. You didn’t want him to feel bad. You had signed on for this life. You had agreed to stick by him as she sought out his rockstar dreams and now that it was happening, you couldn’t do anything to ruin it for him.

But you couldn’t help wondering if they were right. You knew you should work out, but it was so hard when you barely felt human anymore. Cadence was perfect, but you couldn’t remember the last time you’d had a solid night’s sleep. Your brain felt foggy, everything coated in a mist that made it difficult to know where you were or what you were supposed to be doing at the moment. You were exhausted all the time. You barely had the energy to shower, let alone work out.

“Sweetheart, didn’t you already work out this morning?” asked Eddie.

“Yeah, but I feel like getting another one in and the hotel gym is so nice. I don’t have time to do this back home when it’s just me and it feels good. I mean, Cadence is twelve weeks old. I should be getting this baby weight off. The doctor gave me the all clear.”

Eddie stepped into you, resting his hands on his hips, his eyes moving up and down your body, “I don’t see anything that needs fixing. You look perfect.” Those soft, brown eyes searched yours, as if he could see into your mind, what you were thinking. “And princess, if this matters to you, then I will support you but I’m also worried. You worked out three times yesterday and now you’re talking about a second time today. You just had a baby. Don’t overdo it.”

Sighing, you backed away from him, holding your hands in front of you, “Eddie, I’m fine. The doctor said working out was fine. It’s been twelve weeks since I had her. You’re acting like I just gave birth yesterday.”

“I’m not saying you just gave birth yesterday but you’re a brand new mom. Cut yourself some slack. It just seems like you’re suddenly a bit obsessive about working out. I don’t want to find you passed out in the hotel gym.”

“Jesus, Eddie, just let it go. I’m not going to pass out in the gym. Just watch our daughter, something you never have to do since you’re out being a rockstar. I just want a little goddamn time to myself, okay? Is that really too much to ask?”

Eddie’s head reared back in shock, those eyes flashing instantly from soft and warm to hard and disbelieving, “You signed up for this life. You told me you were okay with this when we decided to go for it. I can’t help it that we’re on tour right now. I offered to hire you a nanny to help. I planned more days off in between so I could be home. I suggested the two of you just come on the road with us because you know I hate being away from you.”

“Yeah, because that’s realistic. Let’s take a baby across the country in a bus. Come off it!” you yelled. You knew you weren’t being fair. You knew you were being a bitch but you couldn’t help it. All the hormones, the lack of sleep, the sheer exhaustion in your body, the words of those spiteful girls…it was all catching up to you and he happened to be in your line of sight. “I did sign up for this but it’s fucking hard. You’re not around and you’d think when you are, you could let me have just a little bit of me time! Is that really too much to ask?”

“Baby, I’m not saying that, but why don’t you actually take some time to relax? You could run yourself a bath or go sit by the pool and read a book? I will take care of Cadence all day if you need me to. I miss her. I would love to spend the day with her.”

“I am sure you would love it if I left you alone all day. Then you wouldn’t have to look at me and how disgusting I am now that I’ve bore your fucking child,” you snapped, hearing him yell your name as you charged out of the hotel room and down to the gym.

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The next morning, you were making your way back to your hotel room from the gym again. You had gone twice more yesterday, ignoring Eddie in the process, not wanting to face the reality of what was happening to your marriage, the things you said. It had taken every ounce of your energy to get through your workout and you had grown irrationally angry when your legs shook so bad you couldn’t even do a squat. How out of shape were you? Your body couldn’t even handle the workouts.

You had showered at the gym, trying to delay the inevitable, knowing Eddie would be awake when you returned. You stood in front of the mirror after your shower, scrutinizing every inch of your body, disgusted with yourself. How had you allowed yourself to get like this? Those girls were right. If Eddie saw you naked now, he’d be repulsed with you. You grabbed the rolls of skin around your middle, pinching them until it hurt, as if you could just pull them off and make them vanish. Tears of revulsion, self-loathing, and despair trailed down your cheeks as you took in the faint stretch marks around your stomach and thighs, the dark circles under your hairs, the wan appearance of the skin on your face. You hated yourself. You hated this body. You were going to lose your husband to someone thinner and prettier than you, someone who did yoga every day and spent hours primping until everything was perfect. You didn’t have time to be perfect. You were too busy trying to figure out how to keep a tiny human alive and happy.

Finally, knowing you couldn’t put it off any longer, you had decided to face the inevitable. Eddie was going to leave you. He would find a replacement for you. And could you blame him? You saw the girls who threw themselves at him night after night. Of course it was only a matter of time…how long could he resist temptation when you were what he had to come home to?

Using your keycard, you opened the hotel door, the soft sound of your husband singing greeting your ears. You dropped your workout bag and peered around the corner to find him swaying in the sitting area, singing sweetly to your daughter. You recognized it. It was ‘All My Love’ by Led Zeppelin, the first song Eddie had danced with you to, out by Lover’s Lake. Just the two of you underneath the moon, those strong arms feeling like the safest place in the world. It was in that moment that you knew he was the only thing you ever wanted in life, that you would do anything to hold onto him forever.

Your heart broke watching him. You knew he adored your daughter. Cadence was his whole world. He would call before shows and ask you to put the phone to her ear so he could talk to her, terrified she would forget the sound of her dad’s voice. Even if he left you, he would never leave her, but that didn’t make the agony any less.

“Hey, there you are,” he whispered as he caught sight of you standing there.

Walking over to the bassinet, he gently laid Cadence down. Moving to you, he took your hands in his, gesturing with his head to follow him into the bedroom. You swallowed the hard knot of emotion that was strangling you and followed him. Eddie sat down on the bed, patting the spot next to him. Your body tensed, everything in your wanting to run, to flee what was coming, but you fought against it, joining him, your eyes focused on the floor.

“Princess, what is going on?” he asked, his hand covering yours, that calloused thumb gently running along your skin. In spite of yourself, your body immediately responded to his touch, your tense muscles relaxing. “You are obsessively working out and I can’t figure out if it’s because you want to or it’s a way to avoid me.”

“I’m not…” you began, but you knew it was a lie. You were avoiding him because you were terrified of what was going to happen. If you weren’t with him, he couldn’t tell you he was leaving you. “I don’t know. Maybe I am avoiding you.”

“But why?” he urged. “Sweetheart, I’ve missed you so much. I hate being away from you and Cadence. I understand your reasoning for not bringing her on tour, but if we’re only going to be able to have a few days every few weeks, then we should be making the most of our time together. All I want is to curl up with you and her and soak in every single second so it can hopefully be enough to get me to the next time. I don’t know why you don’t want that. Are you…baby, are you unhappy with me?”

“No! I love you!” you exclaimed, shaking your head. You couldn’t do it anymore. Your head dropped forward as your body shook with sobs, all of the ugly things you’d feared, you’d been told, you’d been telling yourself just crashing down on you.

“Oh princess,” Eddie breathed, gathering you in his arms.

He laid back, gently guiding you with him and just held onto you as your entire body released everything that you had been caging, as the dam you’d built broke and the exhaustion, grief, and fear just came flowing out in torrents of pain. You gripped his shirt in your hands, soaking the fabric with your tears, relishing the comfort only he could ever provide you.

“Sweetheart, tell me what’s going on, please?” he implored, his fingers tenderly kneading the flesh of your back. “I hate seeing you like this. Let me help you.”

“I…I…” you gasped. Pausing, you took slow, small breaths to try to calm yourself so you could speak. “Girls at your show, they were saying stuff. How long did I think I could keep you? What was I doing wearing that dress when I looked like a whale? Why did I still look pregnant? Why wasn’t I taking care of myself? I just…”

“What?” Eddie’s head jerked back, his eyes gazing into yours with genuine shock. “Fuck those girls. Who the hell do they think they are talking about my wife, talking about anyone, that way?”

“But it’s true!” you argued, pulling out of his embrace and sitting up. “Look at me! I can’t compare to all those groupies that hang around with their toned stomachs, tight asses, and tits that actually sit where they should without a bra. I’m a goddamn mess! I wanted to work out because…I don’t know. I wanted to be good enough for you, sexy enough for you…so you wouldn’t leave me for one of them.”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie crooned, sitting up next to you. His thumb and forefinger gripped your chin, turning your face to his. “I am not going anywhere, ever. I love you. You. And yes, I think you’re beautiful and gorgeous and so damn sexy, but it’s so much bigger than that. What we have is so much deeper than that. You don’t have to do a fucking thing to be good enough for me. You’re more than enough. In fact, you’re too damn good for me. I sit back every day and wonder how I got to be the lucky bastard you chose.”

Tears pooled in your eyes again at his words as you took in this beautiful man who had your whole heart and had since junior year of high school. All these years later, and he still had the ability to take your breath away, to cause you to lose your train of thought, to completely knock you off your feet. He had no idea how goddamn perfect he was.

“I love you, princess, just you,” he whispered, his hand cradling your cheek, his lips so close you could feel the warmth of his breath passing over your skin. “I am never going anywhere.”

Then his lips were on yours, soft and warm, sending shocks of pleasure straight through you. His tongue slid along your lips, parting them so he could explore your mouth. You released a quiet whimper, fingers tangling in his hair, your entire body recognizing him, remembering how much it enjoyed the feel of his mouth and hands.

You gripped the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. Your hands roamed along the familiar territory of his skin; his chest, his stomach; that little line of hair that led temptingly to what you desired most. You ran your fingers up his back, across his shoulder blades, relishing every single inch of him that you’d missed so much these last months. His fingers grabbed your shirt and shocked you back to reality. Your hands shot out, covering his and pulling them back.

“What?” he asked, pausing the kiss to look at you, concern apparent in that lovely face. “What’s wrong?”

“N…nothing,” you managed, shaking your head.

Eddie’s head tilted slightly and you could see it in his eyes. He didn’t believe you. He stood from the bed, taking your hand and pulling you up. Those eyes bore into yours, ensuring you everything would be okay as he reached for your shirt again. You fought the urge to stop him as he slowly pulled it over your head. Turning you around, he pressed his chest to your back so you were both facing the floor to ceiling mirror in the bedroom. You cringed, closing your eyes at the sight, attempting to cover your midriff with your arms.

“No, don’t do that,” he whispered in your ear, his hands covering yours and gently pulling them away. “Open your eyes, princess. Trust me.” Uncertainly, you obeyed, opening your eyes, but keeping them on him. “Look at yourself. You are a goddamn goddess and this stomach…” His hands splayed over your skin and you glanced at the mirror, meeting his eyes in it. “This stomach is beautiful. It grew our daughter. It nourished and protected her for nine months. It gave me Cadence. There is not a single part of you that isn’t absolutely perfect to me.”

“Eddie, but I'm not…”

“Shh,” Eddie soothed, cutting you off. His tongue darted out, slipping along the side of your neck and you gasped, heading falling back against him. “Let me worship you like the goddess you are.”

His lips pressed against the skin of your neck, your shoulder. When his teeth joined in, nibbling the tender flesh between your neck and shoulder, you thought your legs would give out from under you. His fingers expertly released the clasp of your bra and it guided it down your arms until it fell to the floor. As his mouth continued torturing you with nips, licks, and kisses, his hands cupped your breasts, not squeezing, just holding them, being tender in knowing how sore they could be from breastfeeding.

“You are gorgeous,” he whispered, his hand sliding down your stomach, slipping under your sweats and panties. A low groan fell from his lips when his fingers found your heat. “Fuck. You’re already so wet. I’ve missed you…I’ve missed this, so fucking much.”

He moved around to the front of you, guiding you back on the bed so your legs were dangling off the side. His hands pulled your sweats and panties off in one smooth movement and he threw them across the room. Kneeling down in front of you, he hitched your legs over his shoulders, putting you on full display for him.

“I love you,” he growled, lips pressing along your inner thighs. “I love every goddamn inch of this body. I am going to show you just how much.”

Then his tongue ran through your folds, from your entrance to your clit and back again. You keened, back arching at the contact, the touch your body had been craving for weeks. Eddie’s hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging into the flesh as he expertly worked his tongue over you. Fuck, the things this man could do. It was like your body had forgotten, had fallen into a deep coma, and suddenly with one touch it was brought to life again.

“Eddie…shit…” you panted, all concerns about your body and how it looked vanished from your mind as he sent you skyrocketing to the edge of oblivion. “Oh baby, yes…right there. Oh fuck, don’t stop.”

“Didn’t plan on it, princess,” he growled as you gripped his hair tightly in your fingers, grinding yourself against his face. He moaned against you and the feeling of it sent shockwaves of pleasure through you.

Just when you thought this moment couldn’t be any better, Eddie plunged two fingers into you, adeptly twisting them so they instantly hit that pleasure button within you. Fingers grasping the sheets, you screeched, arching up off the bed.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he chuckled, lapping circles around your clit, “don’t want to ruin our fun by waking up Cadence.”

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip. Fuck, it was so hard to control your volume when he was so expertly sending you towards orgasm. You felt it coming as your stomach knotted, your legs quivered, muscles tensing. You tightened your thighs around his head, biting down on your knuckles as your hips rocked against him desperately.

“That’s it sweetheart. Let it all go. You deserve this,” he urged, before sucking your clit between his lips like it was a hard candy.

Your eyes rolled into your head as you bit down so hard on your knuckles that you broke the skin, pathetic whimpers and moans releasing from your body, sounds you couldn’t even describe if you tried. A half squeak, half shriek exploded from you as your orgasm came crashing like a tidal wave. You gripped Eddie’s hair with one hand, holding his face against you as you rode it out.

Slowly coming down, he pressed a kiss to your center that had you whimpering before those lips began tracing along every inch of your body, not a single bit of skin left untouched. He kissed the tops of your feet, your skins, your knees, your thighs, your stomach, your breasts, your neck, before finally making his way back to your lips. You were a gasping, writhing mess beneath him, his mouth already setting a new fire ablaze in you before the first had completely extinguished.

“Goddamn, you are exquisite,” he said, running the back of his hand along your cheek. “You are so fucking perfect.” His arms wrapped around you, flipping you both so you were on top of him. “I want you to ride me, princess. I want to watch you, every single inch of you.”

“Eddie…” you began to protest but he pressed his finger against your lips, raising his eyebrows.

“Uh-uh,” he insisted, shaking his head. “No more negative talk about yourself. No more mean thoughts about yourself. You are a knockout. You are strong. You are bad-ass. You are a mother. You are perfect and you are mine. I love every single inch of you and I want to see every single inch of you. Get out of your head and just be here with me, princess.”

You swallowed hard, nodding. You could do this. You wanted to do this. You wanted to let it all go, all the toxic shit that had been poisoning your mind and heart, and just be with him. Undoing his pants, Eddie lifted his hips, and you helped him pull them off. You placed one knee on either side of his hips as he held his cock in his hand and guided it within you. You lowered your hips until they were flush against his and you both groaned at the feel of him buried within you, something you’d both been craving for too damn long.

“Jesus,” he hissed, his hands resting on your hips. “I’ve missed being inside you. You were fucking made for me, do you know that?”

You nodded, slowly rocking your hips forward and backward, causing him to hit that delicious spot all over again. You bit your lip, reminding yourself that you had to control your volume, something the two of you had never had to worry about before. Eddie’s hands slid up, gripping the sides of your waist and you paused, but only for a moment, before continuing to move against him. He loved you. He wanted you. You had to stop obsessing and just be in the moment with this beautiful man, this man you adored more than anything on this planet, Cadence excluded of course.

Your head fell back, hair draping down your back as you lost yourself in the sensation of the two of you becoming one, the two of you connected in a way you hadn’t been in too long. This right here, this had always been perfection with Eddie. You’d heard other girls talk about how the sex fizzled out, wasn’t as exciting, but seven years later, nothing about her desire for him had languished, it had only intensified. Seeing him as a father had just made him even more sexy. Seeing how much he loved your daughter was the greatest aphrodisiac. It had only been medical necessity and then your own insecurities that had hindered it, but right now, you were remembering all of the reasons you needed to let it go. You begin moving your hips in a circular motion and Eddie gasped at the new sensation.

“Fuck baby, that’s so good,” he murmured, eyes devouring you. One of his hands glided along your stomach, in between your breasts, resting on your throat. “You look like goddamn Sune right now, goddess of love and light…just fucking gorgeous.”

If you weren’t lost in the throes of pleasure, you would have laughed. Of course he would compare you to a DnD character. Damn, you loved that the nerd you fell in love with was still in there. He hadn’t lost himself to the fame and celebrity that came with his rockstar lifestyle. At his core, he was still just your Eddie.

“Come here,” he urged, hands wrapping around you and pulling you down to his chest, crushing you against him as close as he could. He began to thrust his hips upward and you bit down on the flesh of his shoulder to keep from screaming in pleasure. He growled against your ear, one hand cradling your head, the other around your back. “Fuck baby, I am so close.”

“Me too…I…Eddie!” you screamed, gripping his shoulders for dear life as he plunged into you again and again, your orgasm shuddering through you. As your walls pulled tightly around him, he wasn’t long to follow, gripping you to him as he held himself within you, filling you with his release.

You felt when his muscles relaxed, his body going slack beneath you. Eddie continued to hold you to him, moaning softly with gratification as he kissed your forehead, your nose, your lips. You looked up to see him looking at you, a sleep, satisfied smile on his lips. Your hand came up to rest on his cheek as you tucked yourself against him, burrowing into your own personal safe space.

“Jesus…” he muttered with a low chuckle. “That was goddamn amazing. I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you,” you stated, kissing his chest. “I’m so sorry I’ve been so distant during this trip. I’ve missed you so damn much and I feel like I’ve wasted our time together.”

“So, don’t go,” Eddie insisted. “What’s the rush? You can stay as long as you want.” You opened your mouth but he stopped you. “Look, I know the road is not a normal life for a baby. I’m aware of that. I get all your reasons but we’re not normal, sweetheart. We’re far from it. We have plenty of people on this tour to help. I miss you and Cadence so much. When you’re not with me, there’s just this hole…I’m not complete when you’re not here. I’m not happy. I’m not myself. Everyone notices it. Just, promise me you’ll think about it, okay?”

“There’s nothing to think about,” you said and his face fell, all hope vanishing instantly. Reaching out, you took his face in his hands, bringing his eyes back to yours. “There’s nothing to think about because I was already going to say that I think we should try it. I miss you too. I am miserable without you and Cadence needs her daddy. I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to this and I am willing to give it a try.”

Eddie’s entire face lit up, those sweet simple appearing in his cheeks, his eyes like melted chocolate, so soft and warm as he pressed his lips to yours for a deep, gentle kiss.

“Yeah? You’re going to come on the road with me?”

“Baby, I would go anywhere with you. You’re my home, not some walls and a roof, just you,” you replied.

“You have no idea how happy you…”

You were cut off as the sound of Cadence’s cries shattered the quiet of the hotel room. Sighing, you went to get up but Eddie stopped you, gently pushing you back to the bed.

“I’ve got her. There’s still bottles you pumped in the fridge. You get some sleep.” Leaning over, he kissed your forehead. “Let me do my job. And hey, I have to thank my daughter. At least she let her dad finish before interrupting.”

You laughed, burrowing down in the bed as you watched him pull on some sweats and head out of the room. This was going to be good. Everything was going to be okay. You knew if anyone could make this work, it was the two of you.

#eddie munson #stranger things eddie #eddie the banished #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson rockstar au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson rockstar #eddie munson fic #rockstar eddie munson

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chaotic-nick · 4 months

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₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊[actor au! bf! Yuuji x reader] ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

Plot: Yuuji’s got two instagram accounts— his public account, and his ‘normal’ one. He’s got two loves, too. And he’s made a mistake that night.

Tags/ warnings: none - actor au – sukuna is his twin - established relationship

wordcount: 678

note: psst here's another fic where Yuuji's an actor, could be set in the same universe too.

Yuuji’s tired eyes held awe as he watched his fiancee sat on the floor with her back against the couch’s frame. He fought the sleep coming, persisting that he’d watch (Y/n) coo at the kitten asleep on the palm of her hand. “It’s so tiny” She repeatedly said to herself, unable to process that such a creature could be so small.

“But,” he decided he’d join her on the floor, arm rested on the seat. “You’re the cutest, right?”

His excitement to tell her about finding them cuddled together in the studio’s costume department was interrupted by his twin yelling, “Disgusting!” as he walked past them. In Sukuna’s breast pocket was a black cat with white spots on its eyes. “Mine’s cuter than yours/”

She’d torn her gaze away from the cat, and followed Sukuna as he walked to the hallway. Cat— no, cats never leaving the warmth of his breastpocket.“Are you keeping the cats?” (Y/n) turned to Yuuji.

“Mhm,” his fatigue wearing off, Yuuji secretly pulled out his phone. Already open to its camera app. “She looks like you—”

Wide-eyed, she looked up to Yuuji, then to the cat, perfectly being captured on the camera. “It’s a she?”

“Right? I thought it was all male kitties at first and then Shoko-san played doctor and actually looked at them. She and Gojo-san took the momma-cat away, no one really knew what to do with the kitty-lets. ”

“In a human scenario, that’s scary.”

“And you’d be petting a fetus.”

“Fetus?” Even wider, her eyes stared at Yuuji. Mouth agape. As if her loving boyfriend din’t effortlessly say things that disturbed his own twin.

“Fetus.” He confirmed. Arms up in the air, waving to emphasize his point. “It’s tiny enough to be fetus-sized if you put it in human terms.”

Nodding, (Y/n) looked at the kitten.

“Ahh, makes . . . sense.” It didn’t.

“Yuu, what’s her name gonna be?”

“She looks like you—”

“That would be an insult, Yuu.”

“Yuu don’t see yourself sleeping.”

“I’ll take her with me to taping when we can’t be together.”

“Ahh . . . how about,” pretending to be in deep thought, and oblivious to the camera taking candid shots of the two of them, she looked up to the ceiling. “men-men?”

His hand hovered at his phone when he caught her eyes drifting to it with a suspicious look. “Men-men?”

“Mhm, like the ramen we used to eat after classes, remember?”

“Ah! Saiko Ramen!” Tapping open his private Instagram profile, Yuuji didn’t bother looking at the pictures he had taken and chose all the ones where she smiled. “We should eat there when we visit your parents.”

“Then get the men-men special! Hold her, I’m gonna prepare for bed.”

“I got the meat special back then.”

“You always do. Here,” she put the cat on his knee, placing a kiss on his cheek.

‘My love with my little love’ he hurriedly typed. “Baaabe, thought we were gonna wash up together?”

“I can put men-men next to Sukuna’s kittens!” And posted the compilation of tonight’s pictures without a second look. He was sure that it was open to his private Instagram anyway.

Or so he thought.

2.30 pm

Tokyo Buzz: Itadori Yuuji reveals rumoured long-term non-celebrity girlfriend in casual Instagram post.

“Oh my god,” he let out when the realisation settled in his mind. As if losing all feeling throughout his body, Yuuji could only hang his head down, and covered his face in his hands, “Shit, shit, shit.” Scared that even his whispers would wake (Y/n) up in his room.

Sukuna tried to reassure him with, “Be thankful it wasn’t your dick out in the open.”

“How do I fix this?”

“Delete it.” It’s what he did when his dick was out to the world.

“No,” Yuuji shook his head, cupping his chin. “I’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah,” Sukuna looked at the profile, seeing the comment box that Yuuji kept open for his friends to see— their friends—begin filling up with fanclub pages and fangirls. All of them crying over how they lost the ‘nation’s boyfriend’. “You do that before I do something.”

#nick writes fics #yuuji itadori x you #yuuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori x reader #jjk x reader fluff #jjk x reader

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gracesimp · 1 year

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Sonic Duties

tenth doctor x fem!reader

Summary: the doctor teaches his companion how to use his sonic screwdriver.

just some short fluff tbh :') and maybe a little...suggestive? ;)

If the Doctor wasn't piloting the TARDIS, he was working on her. And if Rose was being honest, she didn't believe that the Doctor had the slightest clue of what he was doing. Sometimes her and y/n even doubted that the ship needed repairing, the Doctor just coming up with that excuse to kill off his boredom when the girls' asked for a relaxed day.

Today was no different. Rose decided she wanted to pop back home for a short visit to see her mum. Y/n tagged along to say a quick 'hi' to Jackie, but a quick greeting involving the eldest Tyler would last at least an hour, so, the Doctor did what he always did. He got to work.

As predicted, an hour had passed before his companion rejoined him. He failed to hear the door opening as he was positioned under the ground railings, on his back with his sonic working away.

"Whatcha doing?" Y/n asked, evidently scaring the man as he jumped, dropping his screwdriver and making it fall on to his head as he groaned. Y/n held a hand to her mouth, trying her best to contain her giggles as the TimeLord hopped out from under the grating, rubbing his head with narrowed eyes.

"Don't do that! I may have two hearts but I'm just as good as dead if one of them stops!" He exclaimed.

Her giggles became louder and she pushed his hand away from his forehead, dragging him down gently by the neck as she placed a gentle kiss to the non existent bump. "You big baby."

"It hurt!" The Doc defended before rolling his eyes as a smile took over his face. He grabbed Y/n's hand, dragging her towards the wires his was fixing. "I'm just sorting out the wiring so that the radar gets more accurate reads. Wanna try?" He asked, holding his sonic out to her.

"Me?" Y/n pointed at herself, an unsure expression taking over.

"No, her behind you." Completely oblivious, Y/n looked around the room, finding it unoccupied baring the two. The Doctor smiled fondly. "Yes, you."

Bouncing on the balls of her feet, she raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" This earned a chuckle as he nodded his head. "Course I'm sure. I trust you. C'mon." He lead her by the hand to under the floor, revealing multicoloured wires exporting short sparks.

"Okay, so, psychic link." He said, pressing the sonic into her hand, allowing their fingers to breeze past each others as a slight shock ran through his veins. "Point and think!"

"Okay!" Y/n smiled, glowing with confidence as her head disappeared under the floor, leaving the man standing tall on the ground, unable to see his companion from the small holes in the grating. A few seconds later her head popped back up, all previous confidence having disappeared. "Doctor.."

"Mm?"

"...What do I think?"

His smile falters a little and he rushes to get her back on her feet. "Actually, let's try it on something easier first." Y/n moans but complies, rolling her eyes when the Doctor rambles on about 'one wrong move ripping the fabric of space and time' or something along those lines. He interwines their fingers, pulling her forward towards the console.

"Aha!" Y/n looks up, watching as he fiddles with the monitor, pressing some buttons on the side of it. "Okay! Beginners practice! Just turn the monitor on. Easy Peasy - before you know it, you'll be a pro!"

"Do you reckon?" She smiles widely while the Doctor squeezes her hand.

"Course I do!" He nudges her with his elbow. "Right, just press this button," he steps behind her, her back pressing into his chest as he guides her finger to press on the button, smirking slightly as her breath hitches. "Point," He lifts her arm up, facing the switched off monitor. "And think." he whispers into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Y/n curses internally, very thankful he was teaching her the ways of his screwdriver and not the psychic paper.

The blue light reflects on the blackness of the screen. For a few seconds, nothing happens. Just as she was about to give up, noise starts coming from the monitor. Shortly after it was accompanied by a video of her favourite film.

She jumps up in triumph, joining the doctor in his laughter as he wraps an arm around her, pressing her into him as he shakes her left and right.

"I did it!"

The Doctor offers her a cheeky wink, scrunching his nose proudly as a blood runs and taints her cheeks. "Never doubted you!"

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vettelsvee · 13 days

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LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU | Mick Schumacher

f1 masterlist

mick x uni!reader

word count: 1602

warnings: mention of period cramps, reader being sick, just fluff and cute in general (i think). use of y/n y/l/n

you can send your one shots requests here! feedback is truly appreciated! <3

University was not an easy path to tread, and much less so if you were studying Medicine.

Y/N Y/L/N sat at her small desk, curled up in her chair as she gazed at the plethora of notes and books from different subjects overflowing the tiny space. With her eyes fixed on a Gynecology topic, her favorite subject, she attempted to summon concentration, failing in the attempt because it was undeniable that something was wrong with her.

The truth was unquestionable that the Swedish girl wasn't feeling well because it wasn't just the stress of final exams consuming her: her period had decided to arrive that same early morning, greeting her with a strong abdominal pain that had barely allowed her to sleep; apart from that, just a few hours after managing to fall asleep, she was awakened by sweats.

In those moments, the girl was aware that she needed to stop because she felt exhausted, the headache was getting heavier, and discomfort was increasingly present in her body. All of that was starting to take its toll on her, but she couldn't afford to give up everything when there were just a few days left until the start of the end-of-term holiday.

Come on, Y/N, she thought to herself as a sharp pain made itself known in her abdomen. You're strong, capable of this and much more.

Suddenly, as if destiny were alerting her to take a break, her mobile phone began to vibrate, indicating an incoming video call with Mick.

"Hey, Mick," the young woman responded after accepting the call, her voice subdued.

Schumacher sensed that something wasn't going well for his partner.

"Hey, love," he responded sweetly, showing concern, "what's wrong?"

Y/N sighed, trying her best to hide the truth from her boyfriend, who already had enough worries as the Mercedes reserve driver to now concern himself with a simple ailment. She timidly ran her hand over her forehead, feeling the temperature starting to rise.

"Mick, really, it's nothing..."

"Y/N," the boy interrupted her, "you have bright eyes, accompanied by quite concerning dark circles. Have you been studying all night?"

Y/L/N hated that the son of a certain seven-time world champion driver knew her so well.

"No," she affirmed, "but I'm not feeling very well. This final exam season is killing me, almost literally, because the subjects are very difficult, and I feel like I'm not cut out for what I'm studying. And also add to that that last night my fantastic period started, and if that wasn't enough, I started to get a fever."

"Have you been to the doctor?" Schumacher asked, even though he knew the answer.

"No, I haven't had time either," the brunette responded curtly. "Please, Mick, I've been studying almost twelve hours a day for almost three weeks. I'm trying to study as much as possible, and I feel less and less capable of passing the subjects."

Mick nodded, understanding.

"I get it, even though I haven't been through the same thing as you, but you can't ignore the signals your body is sending you. You come first, and even though it's hard for you to accept it and deny it to me, exams can wait."

"No, honey, no," Y/N shook her head, affirming what Mick was thinking. "I've been trying to study, but all I've done is reread the notes over and over."

"Well, then focus on resting even if it's just this afternoon, okay? Don't worry about anything, your recovery comes first, darling."

As the conversation between the couple progressed, they began to talk about more mundane topics, such as the couple's upcoming vacation destination or the status of the boy's family.

Once they finished the call, and without much thought, Mick decided to prepare a surprise for his girlfriend to help her calm down as much as possible so she could recover as soon as possible. Therefore, he left his house without explaining to anyone and immediately got into his car, heading to the nearest shopping center.

With a mischievous smile on his face as he crossed the doors of the venue, Schumacher quickly made his way to get what he had planned to buy so he could pay for it as soon as possible and then quickly get to Y/N's house. After passing through the self-checkout with a large amount of her favorite chocolates, a bouquet of tulips, and a book she had been eager to have, he put everything in a paper bag decorated with kittens and headed back to his car.

As he was on his way to his girlfriend's house, Mick thought about the surprise and joy that would bring to Y/N as soon as she saw him standing in front of her door. The young man knew that, in terms of what he could give her, it wasn't much; but he was sure that what would make Clara happiest was the thoughtfulness and effort that the reserve driver had put into it.

After parking in a nearby parking lot near the apartment building where the girl lived, Mick took the bag and his nerves began to grow, although he walked towards the house with determination. Once he arrived, he placed the bag behind his back, so it wouldn't be visible at first, and stealthily knocked on the door.

"Seriously, if you're someone here to sell me an air fryer, I don't want it, okay? I'm a humble student living off scholarships..."

When Y/N opened the door, she couldn't articulate a word: seeing her boyfriend standing there, in front of her, was certainly not what she expected on that fateful day. Her eyes filled with joy, and tears even welled up.

"Mick!" the brunette exclaimed as she gave him a tight hug. "What are you doing here?" she asked, unable to contain her smile.

After finishing the warm hug, the boy handed her the bag, which Y/N began to open quickly and took out each of the items it contained. As she unpacked, the young man went to get a vase for the flowers so they wouldn't dry out.

"Can't a humble boy from a humble family want to surprise his wonderful girlfriend to lift her spirits?" the young man said as he spoke, while Y/N fetched a vase for the flowers.

Yeah, especially humble..., Y/N muttered to herself.

"You're amazing, Mick," the girl commented, hugging her gifts affectionately. "I can't believe you did this for me despite me talking to you like crap."

The boy moved closer to his partner, taking her hand lovingly.

"Well, I guess that's what you sign up for when you start a relationship, right?" he explained ironically, receiving a playful punch in his arm from Y/N. "But that's not all: I'm going to prepare a bath for you to relax while I make you dinner, okay?"

She approved of the plan because, after trying to continue studying, she hadn't been able to carry on. Her body continued with persistent warnings, to the point where she had noticed small contractions in her chest and even slight dizziness.

With Mick's help, once in the bathroom, she undressed as the water slowly but steadily filled the tub. As soon as the university student's feet touched the warm water, she tried to forget everything during those moments, which she successfully achieved by submerging her body.

Meanwhile, the driver started preparing her girlfriend's favorite dinner: grilled salmon with soy sauce. Despite having little experience in the culinary world, he followed a recipe he found on YouTube step by step, trying not to get frustrated and following everything meticulously. Since Clara hadn't come out yet and he had already prepared everything, he decided to find a series on Netflix that they had both been meaning to watch for some time.

Y/N emerged from the bathroom wearing only a bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her wet hair. If she thought her day couldn't get any better, everything Mick had prepared had immediately changed her mind. Mick just looked at her: he knew the girl was excited, and her eyes, though tired, reflected an emotion he had seen when he prepared these kinds of details.

"Come on, sit down, princess," the boy invited, pulling out the chair for her to sit. "All of this is for you, so just enjoy the food, even if it's not very good, and forget about everything."

Although her boyfriend was right and it wasn't by any means the best meal she had ever tasted, she appreciated the effort he had made to turn her day around; besides, the conversations, encouragement, support, and laughter they shared were the best she could accept from Mick.

After cleaning up the mess, the couple lay down on the girl's bed. Y/N rested her head on Mick's chest, and he gently stroked her hair. In those moments, there was no need for words or any other action to know how the other felt at that moment.

Y/N Y/L/N felt secure and, especially, calm, caring less and less about everything she had to study, Mick was aware that he was risking catching a cold, something that wouldn't bode well for his profession, but at that moment it was the least of his concerns. Minutes later, embraced by the warmth of the blankets and each other's arms, sleep invited them to join its embrace.

"Tomorrow will be a better day, especially if I have Mick by my side," wandered through Y/N's mind before Morpheus embraced her in his arms.

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 1 month

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"Time & the Trickster" A Loki/Doctor Who crossover

Chapter 9: Look Up

Sylvie begins losing her patience as her relationship with The Doctor becomes frosty, making her secret more difficult to keep. Just as things begin to feel like heaven, you are shown the truth about the rueful fate that awaits Loki upon his return to the TVA, and decide that you no longer want to be a part of it.

CHAPTER WARNING (18+): none

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“If the Stone is strong enough to pull you out there,” said OB, pointing nervously out toward the Loom, “Then I think it’ll work. The stones are not like magnets. Likes will attract if two active ones are within range.”

“I hardly think across time and space is within range,” Sylvie frowned. It looked like she would have to do all the dirty work herself…as usual. She should have never gone with him, not back in Oklahoma, not when they first met.

Mobius couldn’t pull himself away from the small window, as if he could somehow summon Loki back to the TVA, wherever he was. “Or, you could stop this right now and…”

“...and what?” Sylvie snapped,usually refusing to even speak to the blonde man who was seemingly in love with Loki.

He didn’t look away or miss a beat. “You could do it. Take his place.”

OB shook his head. “Her powers are weaker than his--”

“---I’m NOT weak!--”

“--you’re still a Loki! An Asgardian! It’s not about power, it’s about your goddamn bodies, okay?” Mobius reasoned bitterly. “You can handle being out there without noodling-out. You can unwind the timelines.”

“Be that as it may,” said OB, “I don’t think any of this should happen until Loki is back with us. He’d be locked forever in whatever reality he’s in, and for all we know, it could be the one where bear-sized seahorses run the Earth!”

Sylvie raised a skeptical eyebrow. OB shrugged. “I…I just don’t think he’d like living in that one.”

She frowned. “I’m just going to bring him back,” she decided. “I’m not sticking my neck out for him anymore.”

Mobius scoffed and muttered under his breath. “Anymore?” As Sylvie walked toward the door, Mobius caught her by the shoulder. “Did you ever?”

She gritted her teeth and roughly shrugged him off. “He’s a Loki, like me, he can handle himself.”

“Yeah, but the thing is, Sylvie, the more I hear you speak,” Mobius stood up a little straighter, “The less I’m convinced you are a Loki.”

For someone who refused to go by the name, Sylvie became quite taken aback at the insult. Pouting, she opened the door and stepped into the expansive void, the chaos before her slowly turning into a massive pretzel of dying realities.

Without waiting to have any doubt, Sylvie chucked the small gray-green Time Stone into the Loom. She began to feel herself being yanked along with it…

Snapping back into the moment, Sylvie found her conscious brain back in the TARDIS with the strange, mercurial little traveler.

She got the feeling if The Doctor knew who she really was, he’d urge her to do what Mobius had. There was a real vibe of “do-gooder” about him (made sense, given his chosen moniker). Hell, he’d probably ask for Loki’s autograph, for it seemed as much as she tried to emphasize that her mission was to return him, The Doctor kept prying her with irrelevant questions…all about him, of course.

“So, is he a natural ginger like in all the paintings?”

“No. It’s black hair.”

“Is he a prankster?”

“Not really, not like he once was.”

“Did he really kill Balder?”

“Who?”

“What about Sigyn?”

“What’s that?”

The Doctor looked up at Sylvie with cautious curiosity. Her story was compelling. Apparently, in some realities, multiple versions of oneself could exist in tandem, the loophole being a difference in their DNA. Ooh, everything he was learning by being here!

“For being so close to the God, you don’t seem to know a lot about his history, Sylvie,” he said.

“I never knew him before just a little bit ago,” Sylvie shrugged indifferently.

“And he’s running away from fixing all of this,” The Doctor added. “Selfish Trickster Loki, just like the legends.”

“It’s a self-sacrifice,” she replied, “I supposed anyone would run from sacrifice if they had the chance.”

The Doctor shook his head. “Oh, I have known so many who would prove you wrong.”

“Like her?” Sylvie pointed to the framed photo of Rose Tyler. The Doctor only looked at it for a moment.

“Yeah, Rose, she was one of the most selfless.”

“You have affairs with mortals?” Sylvie asked, a hint of disgust in her voice. “Don’t you find that to be a bit draining when they die?”

The Time Lord nodded, but then tweaked his lips into a thoughtful scowl. “Well yeah, but the amazing things they do for the world, for the universe…for me…in the end, not one of them died in vain. Every day I make sure that continues to be true.”

Sylvie paused. She was always so stepped in self-preservation that the notion of sacrifice was a foreign concept to her. Everything that was done had to be for her benefit, and on her terms. That was how she survived on her own for as long as she had.

“Sylvie, may I see the stone again? Perhaps I can triangulate the location of the other stone using yours,” said The Doctor, rather presumptuously. Sylvie rolled her eyes in her trademark way, handing it over once more.

The Doctor held it up to his left eye, twisting it under the dim gray TARDIS light.

He noticed something he hadn’t before: a crack. The stone was cracked. Perhaps that was why it didn’t seem to hold the power over the TARDIS that Loki’s stone seemed to have from whatever distance he was away. For some reason, he didn’t tell her when he handed it back.

“He may not be as far as we think,” The Doctor added. “But this isn’t strong enough to pick up much of a connection beyond these walls.”

“I don’t care,” Sylvie protested. “We don’t have time, and you know it. He has to go back.”

She went ignored. That was another thing she couldn’t stand about this fellow: his attention flitted about like a hummingbird. His full gaze could only be on her for a few seconds before a thought pulled him back into himself. She couldn’t help but feel like the more time she spent with The Doctor, the less convinced he was by her story.

Maybe staying in an inane, collapsing little world like this wouldn;t be so rough. After all, wasn’t it identical to Oklahoma in mediocrity? She would never again be burdened by magic, space tyrants, or two-faced trickster gods, and there were McDonald's restaurants everywhere! Maybe this was where she belonged, or at least always wanted to be.

But this world, like all the others, was dying. If she had any chance of staying here, she had to convince Loki to go to the Loom…and she had to do it without making him realize that she very well could do it herself. It was something she’d instinctually known all along. Of course she wasn’t going to let on to anyone else that she knew that any Loki variant could sit upon the old gilded throne of stories.

She began to leave. “Where are you off to?” asked The Doctor, going back to the console.

“Just stepping outside for air,” she replied casually.

“Don’t go far. You probably have a doppelganger here too. No telling what could happen if--”

But she’d already shut the door behind her, cutting off his warning. Sylvie looked up, and she was instantly glued to where she stood, paralyzed with fear by the appearance of the sky.

Loki couldn’t sleep.

He sat at the rickety table by the window, peeking behind the blackout curtains that kept the early morning sun away from tired eyelids. Wrapped loosely in a robe, he had his legs up on the table, crossed at the ankle, as he sipped from a mug of bitter coffee courtesy of the third-rate brewer that came with the suite. He had a lot to think through.

You were sprawled out on the bed, naked, your chest exposed to the air (Joey had never come in last night, having the feeling he would only be a third wheel in the room). He smiled as he looked at you briefly, beautiful in repose.

I could stay with her forever.

Such a feeling had once been foreign to him, but it seemed a bit more prevalent since he was first arrested by the TVA. Mobius extracted that feeling from him. Perhaps Thor once had, in a brotherly manner, long before fate (and some very difficult decisions) separated them.

But life with you, stuck here in this pittance of a universe where magic was as much a myth as he was, would be days of laughs, nights of love, and adventures of a different sort, that few superpowered wanderers understood. Once in a great while, Loki began to think that an existence in a mortal world might not be the prison of mediocrity that he once thought it to be. How bad was it? Mobius had once chosen that life, and it suited him well enough.

Funny, for all the beautiful immortal princesses and princes he’d met in his millennia, Loki was only just starting to understand quiet, intimate love. And it was two humans who were defining it for him more than any god ever did.

Yet Fate was still tugging at his sleeve, nagging him. Should I really be keeping my secret from her?

Maybe it wasn’t fair. You had no idea that you were helping lead Loki to a fate that, in ways, was worse than death. The loneliness Loki was staring down, only able to watch like a spectator as Mobius played with his sons, OB fiddled at his counter, and as you and Joey got high and watched Marvel movies.

There was a knock at the door. Loki peeked beyond the curtain again.

Margaret, the woman whose family owned the property you were staying on, was in the doorway with a covered tray.

“Just a moment,” Loki called, raising his voice. Margaret saw him and nodded patiently.

He crawled onto the bed and folded himself over your body. Your breaths were slow, shallow, and regular. He didn’t want to wake you, but he also didn’t want you to be exposed to anyone who wandered in, He stroked your cheek with the back of two of his fingers, calling your name softly in your ear until you were gently aroused…and woken up.

It hadn’t been a dream after all! You smiled slowly as you looked up into your new lover’s face.

“Lo…Loki?”

“Good morning, love,” he said, kissing you tenderly. “I’m sorry to wake you so unceremoniously, but the owner is at the door, and you’re still wearing the lovely outfit you had on last night.”

“Oh…oh…Oh!” You were bare as the day you were born.

You shot up and ran into the bathroom, grabbing the pile of clothes you’d stashed in there carelessly last after Loki carried you back to the room, wrinkled from the spring, eager to make love again on the bed. In seconds, you were dressed and back out into the main room, where Margaret was just setting down and revealing a large tray of brunch items: fruit salad, bacon sandwiches cut into palm-sized triangles, two large glasses of orange juice, and a large bowl piled high with seasoned potatoes. It smelled delightful, even from across the suite.

“They said you don’t get much fresh food on the boat, other than fish,” she said. “If you are leaving tonight, you may as well tuck in while you’re here!”

You rolled your eyes, “We’re really leaving in the evening?” Iceland was growing on you.

Margaret shrugged. “I said that was not a good idea either, and that you may have another night here, no extra charge.”

You smiled warming and went for a bacon sandwich, “Well, free room on land for another night, I’d say—”

“—we’ll talk to Joey and Carrie about it,” Loki interjected. “Are they around, by chance?”

You looked at him oddly. He looked a little too eager to get offshore.

“They’re eating and getting supplies down the road,” answered Margaret, “They seem to be amenable to staying as well.”

Loki nodded and looked at you with a smidge of concern. “Well, we will let you know when they return. Excuse me, Y/N,” he brushed past you awkwardly and went into the bathroom, shutting the door and leaving you alone with the proprietor.

She was a middle-aged woman, short, squat, and vaguely reminiscent of Mrs. Potts from one of your favorite VHS tapes from childhood: Beauty & the Beast. Even so, she smiled slyly and giggled like a mischievous schoolgirl, taking about half of her life off of her face instantly.

“He looks like Loki!” she said excitedly. “You’re a lucky woman!”

Am I?

“I am,” you said quietly.

“Do you watch the shows and films?” she asked. “I am a big fan of him!”

You shrugged, ready to make a joke about stopping at the TV show, when Margaret’s shoulders dropped. “Very sad ending, of course.”

You stopped breathing. “What?”

“The ending,” she said, as if you already knew, “With the tree? It was lovely, but so hard to watch!”

You were clueless, but even the basic descriptor of “sad” was ominous to you. “I’m sorry…I didn’t…uh…we dropped our subscription last year, so I never…what happened?”

Her face dropped further. “Oh, I spoiled it. I’m sorry!”

“No! No…wait,” you said, looking back to the bathroom door. “I…uh…want to see what happens.”

The landlady looked at you with more than a little concern. “Well, I have the service in my den,” she said.

There was something missing at the end of the story, something Loki still wasn’t telling you. Something big.

“Loman?” you called loudly.

“…yes?” he asked from behind the door, the shower stall turning on.

You rolled your eyes. He wanted to be alone. He was clearly perturbed, either by the disruption, or the information that you were setting sail. Perhaps leaving him to be for a few hours was a good idea.

“Margaret is going to show me something in her house. I’ll be back later,” you said.

“Stay safe,” he replied. “If I may, I’m going to—”

“—take your time, love, there won’t be any real showers for another week and a half,” you said, listening for anything further from him before leaving for Margaret’s house, located beyond the property and right on the shore.

Fucking spoilers!

Margaret was trying to get you to drink some tea to snap you out of your semi-catatonic state. You refused to grip anything she put into your hand, staring out from your seat in her rocking chair at the screen, which had long begun to auto-play the first episode of Ms. Marvel as you processed what you’d just seen.

“Y/N?” she asked. “I’m calling a doctor if you don’t speak to me.”

You were entirely desensitized. You didn’t know what to feel. Maybe it wasn’t real. The films and shows weren’t 100% with their details, as Loki had confirmed, perhaps this was some Shakespearean, dramatic conclusion to get Tom Hiddleston out of his contract. Loki would have told you if the entire time, he was really going off to imprison himself in a cage of his own making for all time. Watching, never interfering, his destiny confused for that of Atlas.

This whole time…I was bringing him closer to that?!

You got the feeling Loki would have preferred death to what you’d just seen play out. Giving his body to an Yggdrasil of timelines, only he could hold them aloft for all eternity, keeping them apart and keeping creation safe within each,

No, I won’t. Loneliness is his worst fear…I won’t lead him to the throne.

“Oh, Loman, I’m glad you’re here!” Margaret was saying from further away. As you regained consciousness, your host was letting Loki in, his face full of concern for you.

“Y/N—”

“—I’m going home,” you muttered, insecure in your declaration but choosing to commit to it all the same. Refusing to look at anyone, you got up, simply and neatly, only acknowledging Margaret as you attempted to maneuver around Loki, the last person you wanted to see, Regardless, he stopped you by throwing a single, strong forearm across your chest as you made an attempt to walk by.

“What did you just say?”

“Let go!”

“No.”

You growled, trying to get around the god-made barricade, to no avail. “Listen, she just showed me everything!”

“Y/N, please let me explain!”

You sucked in your breath in a vain attempt to look confident as you finally looked him in the eye. “Tell me it’s not what you’re going to do.”

Margaret began backing into the kitchen, “I...am going to wash something,” she mumbled awkwardly, shutting the sliding wooden door behind her,

“Y/N, let’s sit—” he went to touch your cheek in the tender way that sent shivers of pleasure down your legs, but you shook your way out of his grasp.

“Tell me right now…was this going down the whole time?” you asked with every cell radiating urgency,

He looked as if you’d correctly accused him of serial murder. He was easy enough to read, and he was telling you everything you needed to know.

“And you kept this from me so I wouldn’t know where I was bringing you the whole time, huh? Because keeping the taxi driver in the dark is always such a great idea!”

“You’ve moved the earth for me,” Loki replied, “I could have you thinking it would be for this.”

“For nothing?”

“No, for everything!” Loki insisted. “I have to go, and I have to go for you.”

Your heart went cold. Loki would endure eternal torment…and he was going to do it in your name. What was the term he’d used? “For all of us”?

For that bitch Sylvie too, apparently, you thought woefully.

“So…” you said, pausing for a moment and stepping away when Loki took a step toward you.

“All this time…I was bringing you closer to the worst thing that could ever happen to you.”

“No! Y/N don’t you dare look at it like that! You’re saving reality by delivering me back to the TVA—”

“—stop,” you said, stepping back and putting up a hand. “I’m not going to be complicit in this anymore. I’m not your warden. I’m not showing you the path to your doom,”

“Y/N, please!” he tried again.

You opened the front door, turning away and refusing to look back. “If Joey wants to continue taking you to your execution chamber, that’s his prerogative. I’m finding a way to get back to Syracuse.”

“No—”

“—goodbye, Loki,” you said bitterly between clenched teeth.

You looked up. Carrie had been standing there a whole time, out of breath.

“Loki….? Never mind,” she said, her voice heightened in a panic. “We need to leave soon.”

“I’m not going,” you repeated before she stopped you.

“Something’s up! Look at the sky!” she said, yanking harshly on your wrist and dragging you outside. Loki followed.

“Carrie?”

“JUST LOOK AT THE SKY!”

You and Loki looked up. The sky was green, and not even the natural green of a field or anything found in nature. The sky was bright green, like a neon sign, or a lime…or a Time Stone.

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newtonsheffield · 2 months

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Okay. So I’ve finally read all of the snippets for the Bodyguard au and as always, chef’s kiss. I just really love the idea that even after Kate and Ant admit they love one another, not everything is magically fixed. Particularly with Anthony’s injury after getting shot.

Like, who’s in the room with him when the doctors tell him? Is this yet another moment when Violet blows up at Kate? What are Anthony’s thoughts immediately after he hears the news? What are Kate’s?

The angst is so real and I love it so much.

Oh it’s a rough day for all of them. It’s the day after Kate and Anthony have decided to let the palace officially announce their relationship and Violet is still feeling very anti-Monarchy. One particular member of the monarchy to be specific so there was already a lot of tension in the hospital room before Anthony got the news.

“Well, look on the bright side.” Anthony cleared his throat and Kate’s chest ached. “You can finally sleep on my left arm without me complaining about getting pins and needles.”

Kate bit back tears, guilt welling in her chest. “That’s not funny, Anthony. This isn’t funny.”

“No. It’s not.” Anthony sighed and Kate could have sworn she could see the beginnings of what terrified her. He’d resent her one day, for this. He’d resent her for the life they were living and all the sacrifices he’d have to make and most of all for the price he’d paid for saving her life. But this wasn’t about her. It wasn’t about how she was feeling.

“I’m sorry.”

Anthony shook his head, leaning his forehead against hers. “Don’t do that. Don’t. This is not your fault.”

“You shouldn’t be worried about me.”

“I would do it again. Even if I knew what would happen, I would do it again, Kate. And sure, my life’s going to be different and it might be a bit harder but please don’t think I blame you for this.”

Kate took a deep breath, swiping at her tears, “I just… I’m sorry. You’re dealing with this huge thing and I’m such a spoiled brat I’ve made it all about me.”

Anthony sighed, pulling his arm tighter around her waist, “I’m okay. I’m a little bit scared and this is going to mean changes for me but I’m going to recover. I’m going to get better. I have you, I have my family and I’m not sorry. I’m going to have a pretty amazing life. Your Dad basically told me yesterday I better marry you. He was very scary, but I’m excited.”

“We;;, he didn’t have to wear the crown.” Kate sighed, leaning her chin against his shoulder. “Even if it was just the small one. I’m excited to start our life together, we can go out to eat in restaurants now. We can share one iced coffee like people on instagram do. Oat milk obviously, your tummy gets sore.”

Anthony smiled, “You’re looking after me already.”

“I intend to take very good care of you during this recovery. You’re going to heal too fast. The doctors will be shocked.”

“Can’t wait, baby.”

Even so, Kate can’t stop the guilt in her chest when she goes outside to get Anthony a snack from the vending machine and she sees Anthony’s mother who’d left to update his brothers and sisters hours ago, her stare hard on Kate. Mrs Bridgerton had tears streaming down her cheeks and her shoulders are shuddering with her gasps.

“Mrs Bridgerton?”

“Of course you’re still here.”

Kate hated how small she felt taking the seat beside Anthony’s mother, the worst things she’d thought about herself and their relationship reflected back at her. “Mrs Bridgerton. This is a very difficult time, and-”

“And you’re looking for an excuse to leave him, now? You want me to tell him? Is that it?”

Kate stared at her, crossing her arms over her chest. “You don’t have a very good opinion of me do you?”

“It’s not about you. I’m scared for my son.” She said sharply, “I waited every day for him to come home when he was in the army. I cried, and I waited by the phone and I was relieved when he came back. And then he took that job and I was still a little relieved because I thought how dangerous is it really? How bad could it be. And now he’s nearly died. He’s lost the use of his arm and all for a woman who could break him even more. He nearly died for you. What else would he do?”

Kate nodded slowly, “I’m sorry this happened to him. I never wanted him to- I would rather he let me get shot. You don’t have to believe me now but I love your son. I want to marry him, I want us to have children together, I want an entire life with him. Like I said earlier: I’d never ask him to choose between me and your family. I’d let him go long before that. I hope you won’t ask him not to pick me.”

“I…” She trailed off. “I hope you’re telling the truth, about loving him. He’s not the kind of person who gets over things like this.”

“Neither am I.” Kate said firmly, “You’ll believe me someday. I’m going to be by his side as long as he wants me. We royals don’t really do anything anyway do we?”

Mrs Bridgerton chuckled a little, swiping at her tears, “I respect you just a little for standing up to me. Just don’t let him eat too much dairy, he pretends it doesn’t but it gives him a tummy ache.”

“I know it does.” Kate hummed, leaning back in her chair. “I’ve had to buy oat milk for him. It’s a rich person trend I’d hoped never to get into honestly.”

“If you hurt him I’ll hurt you. I don’t care who you are.”

“I respect that.”

“Good. At least we can respect one another.”

#bodyguard au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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l-starlight-l · 2 months

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The love of a hero

Smoke signals

Masterlist

A/N: so I was reading some of my old post and low-key hated how it was written so I decide to rewrite the whole love of a hero series. Hopefully it’s a little better now!

Description: it’s your first day of work at Arkham asylum and you share a smoke break with a handsome hero

Warning: smoking, cursing, mental hospital

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

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Being one of the most successful Psychiatrists in the country you hadn’t planned on getting fired from your dream job. You had been working at black-gate prison for three years and in one day it all went down the drain. You needed a new scene away from all of the shit that happened so you had decided Gotham was the perfect city to move to and there just so happened to be an open position at Arkham Asylum. You had a good feeling about your new life as soon as you made it off the train. You had friends in the city and it seemed like a place that needed a good fixing up, which was your specialty.

The only condition of the asylum hiring you with your strange record, was you had to start immediately. Which meant as soon as you got into Gotham you were racing to get to the creepy building on the outskirts of the city. When you got there you could tell they were in deep need of staff. A kind older lady met me in the lobby and introduced herself as the head doctor, she gave you a tour of the facility and a list of patients that were yours. The list was very long, it had about sixteen names on it, and you had never had this many patients. You made it your goal of the day to at least introduce yourself to each one of the patients. As you scanned the list some very popular names were on it like, Harvey dent or Pamela Isley. One name in particular caught your eye, Harleen Quinzel, you had known her before she became what she is now. You had went to school together and ended up getting pretty close. You pushed her to the end of the list so you could prepare yourself to see her again after everything that she’s been through.

You had just finished your sixth session of the day with “the scarecrow” and it had shaken you up a little so you thought a brake would help. You looked around for a quiet place where you could get some fresh air. Luckily when you walked out a pair of doors at the back of the building there was a small bench and no one to be seen. You let out a sigh of relief and plopped down on the bench. You rustled for something in your pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. It was a bad habit you had picked up while at black gate but you were cutting down. You only smoked when you were stressed, which seemed to be happening more and more often. Patting your pocket you find nothing, “are you fucking kidding me” slips from your lips as you realize you don’t have a lighter.

You leaned back and close your eyes trying to find some relief before going back to work. There’s soft footsteps that land right in front of you. You lift open one of your eyes and see a very large man in-front of you. You look up at him, he’s wearing a big red helmet. You think for a second, there were a lot of vigilantes in Gotham but which one was this. “Red hood?” You quietly asked confused.

“What are you doing here” he asked but not in an aggressive tone, it was more of a confused tone. He didn’t put right answer you question but you took it as a yes.

“I should be asking you that” you say with a tinge of annoyance in your words, “you’re the big masked man who came out of no where”

You can’t actually tell through the mask but his body language makes it seem like he’s embarrassed. He reaches for his head and takes his helmet off revealing a very handsome face clad in a black domino mask. “Sorry I was just surprised, no one is usually over here” he says softly ruffling His bad helmet hair.

You nod like you agree with him even though you have no idea. You hold up the cigarette in your hand and ask “you got a light”.

He nods and takes out a cigarette of his own, putting it in his mouth and holding the light to it. You get up and touch the tips of the cigarettes together in the flame so they light simultaneously. When you sit down and look back up at him you can see his face is a little flustered. Maybe that was a weird thing to do to a stranger. “So are you a new doctor here?” He asks clearing the awkwardness from his voice.

You nod taking a drag off the cigarette and blowing it out, “it’s my first day” you say with a laugh. You eyes wonder up and down him as you wonder, “and you? Are you one of the “bat-boys” that run around Gotham” you ask doing air quotes with your fingers.

He chuckles, a deep sound that makes your ears hum. A smile grows on your face as you watch him. “I suppose you could call me that. You don’t look like you’re from Gotham?” He questions taking you in.

“I’m not” you say bringing your knees to your chest on the bench and taking another hit of the cigarette, “I just moved to the city, well not yet, after my shift I get to move into my new apartment” you admit.

He smiles and opens his mouth like he’s about to ask something else but his phone rings. He pulls it out of his pocket, he reluctantly steps away to answer it. You can tell he is annoyed with the person on the other side. You watch him with a smile on your lips, you caught yourself being a creep and take another drag and look away. He finishes up on the phone and walks back over, putting out his smoke. “See you around doc” he says with a warm smile and disappears into the shadows. His smile stays with you even when he’s gone, it felt so warm and genuine. You let out the breath you were holding and finish your cigarette. You stand up from the bench and dust yourself off, you need to see him again you decide. You walk back into the building regretting the next few consults you have.

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lanawinterscigarettes · 4 months

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my house of stone, your ivy grows (Whittaker! Master x reader)

Summary: you find yourself growing feelings for the person who's supposed to be your enemy

Warnings: Dhawan! Doctor and Whittaker! Master (whoo!), secret relationship, worries of possible disownment (it doesn't happen), this has a pretty happy ending given the direction I could've gone with it

A/N: I don't know if anyone will read this because I'm not sure how popular Whittaker's version of The Master is but I find her to be incredibly attractive mkay. and I've currently been obsessed with evermore so naturally I just had to write another song fic, this time based loosely off ivy (my other evermore based fics are still wips, but I plan on finishing and posting those soon <3)

You didn't know how you went from despising The Master to loving her, but it had happened. All too fast and all too soon for you to recognize until you were in too deep to pull yourself back out again.

Her tidal wave swept over you, the rough waves keeping you from swimming back to shore, threatening to drown you if you made the wrong move. But they never would, because as unbelievable as it was, she loved you back.

You were just a simple house that stood out in the woods somewhere, abandoned, old, forgotten. Until her ivy was planted. It grew and grew, spreading quickly until you found yourself completely engulfed.

You would never be the same again. You could never give her up. And she could never take away her love without destroying you both in the process.

The way it came about was simple, really. You and The Doctor were under attack yet again by some alien species for trying to fix whatever damage they'd created, causing you to be separated.

You'd been hiding, doing your best not to get caught when you heard a silky voice coming from behind you.

"You know, if you're trying to avoid being seen, there's not the best place to do it."

Knowing who it was, you turned hesitantly, coming face to face with The Master.

"I could see you from your little 'hiding spot' miles away, and I have no doubt the people you're hiding from could, too." She had a smug look on her face, almost as if she was proud for calling you out on your poor decision making.

"What do you want?" You asked with a frown, immediately under the impression that she was up to no good.

She made a face of mock offense. "What, I can't offer you some simple, life saving advice?"

"You can't, no. Not without wanting something in return." You eyed her suspiciously, trying to figure out what her game plan was in being here.

"Oh, really? And why's that?" She leaned forward, her piercing eyes staring right into yours. Unlike most individuals she came across, you didn't look away.

"Because you're always up to something. You always have to have an ulterior motive," you said calmly, not at all deterred by her closeness.

The Master had to admit, she was impressed by both your reasoning and your lack of fear. "Alright, fine. I'll admit it, me giving you some piss poor advice is not the only reason why I'm here." She straightened herself back up, no longer standing as close. "I'm here because..." She let out a deep sigh, looking away. "I was- worried about you."

You let out a laugh at her statement. "You were worried about me?"

"Don't laugh." The Master snapped at you suddenly, shooting you a glare. "I didn't have to come rescue you, you know. I could've just left you here. To die."

"But you didn't. Because you were worried about me," you lightly teased, finding it amusing that one of the most ruthless and ambitious people in the universe cared enough to save the companion of their enemy.

She groaned in frustration. "Yes, okay, fine. I was worried, alright? Is that what you want to hear?" She held out a glove cladded hand for you to take. "Now, do you want to get out of here and survive, or not?"

You decided it would be wise not to push anymore of her buttons, as it was entirely possible she could change her mind and actually leave you there. So, you simply nodded in response, taking her hand and allowing her to guide you away from the fighting and back to her TARDIS. She then dropped you off at a safer location nearby, making sure you agreed not to mention any of what'd happened to The Doctor.

"I won't tell a soul, I swear," you'd promised her, your words sincere. It almost looked like she was smiling when the TARDIS doors shut. Then she was gone, leaving you to face The Doctor and his worried filled questions alone, but not before taking a piece of your heart with her.

You'd caught up with her again at some sort of alien marketplace, gifting her one of the planet's many different kinds of flora as a gift, your own way of saying 'thank you for saving me'. She'd accepted it wholeheartedly, setting it someplace beside her bed so it would be the last thing she'd see every night before she went to sleep, and the first thing she'd see every morning when she woke.

Your first true 'date' was the time she left a note on your dresser (how she got it there, you'll never know) telling you to dress somewhat fancy and be ready by nine. She took you to see the first ever showing of the musical Cats, of all things, though it was really just an excuse to see you again. Regardless of whether you enjoyed the show or not, the night ended on a high note (pun intended) when she gave you a gift of her very own; a kiss.

This back and forth dance of sneaking away together and leaving each other again when it was finally time to part went on for months, and though you never put a name on it, it was quite clear to both you and everyone else that you were head over heels in love.

You thought the two of you could be like that for the rest of eternity, hiding out from unknown forces who planned to take you away from her arms, cherishing each other in secret while your enemies threatened to rip you both apart and tarnish your new found love had they known. But as you had learned from your many travelings, nothing could last forever.

The Doctor had noticed you were acting differently. You'd been staying out later and later, and seemed much more occupied with whatever was going on in your mind than any adventures he took you on. As it was none of his business, he really didn't want to pry, but eventually his curiosity got the best of him and he just had to know.

He was tinkering with some sort of ancient alien tech when you walked into the TARDIS's control room.

"Whatcha working on?" You questioned as you made your way over.

"Oh, nothing. Just a piece of junk, really."

You nodded at his response, completely unaware of the absolute bomb of a question he was about to drop.

"Have you been seeing anyone recently?"

You froze, unsure how to process what he just said. "...what?"

"It's just-" he set down what he'd been holding on a nearby table and sighed. "You've been acting differently, these past couple of months. And, it's not that it's necessarily a bad thing, as you seem to be much happier, I'm just- curious, to find out why. Meeting someone new and being in a relationship can definitely cause that, so I was just asking."

You didn't know how to respond. Of course, you were seeing someone. Someone you probably shouldn't be. You didn't want to lie to him, but you knew he was bound to find out the truth eventually, so...

"I am seeing someone, actually." You said cautiously, testing the waters.

The Doctor perked up at this new piece of information. "Really? That's wonderful! Tell me, who are they? What are they like?"

You sucked in a deep breath while making a face that was full of pure nervous energy. "You won't like it."

"Nonsense! I'm sure I'll like whoever you've decided to take as a potentional life partner."

You blinked a few times at his choice of words before shaking your head, deciding it'd be best to just ignore it entirely. "Are you positive? 'Cause I... I just really don't want you to hate me." You said awkwardly, accompanied by some weak laughter.

He frowned slightly at your words. "That's ridiculous, I could never hate you. Now, tell me, who is it? Come on, I promise I won't be too mad," he lightly joked as he gave you a reassuring smile. "I trust your judgment, I'm sure they're fantastic, whoever this person is-"

"It's The Master," you suddenly blurted out, knowing the longer you listened to his praise the worse it would feel once you finally disappointed him. "I'm- I'm seeing The Master."

The Doctor just stood there, a look of bewilderment frozen on his face. "...what?"

You let out a sigh, having expected this kind of reaction already."It's The Master," you affirmed, having crossed the point of no return. "I- I know you're probably upset, and rightfully so, but she's really not that bad, once you get to know her-"

"Has she hypnotized you?" This time, it was you who was getting cut off mid sentence. "Has she threatened to hurt you in any way? Is she forcing you to go traveling with her?" Surprisingly enough, he didn't sound mad, like you thought he would. He didn't look it, either. He just seemed to be the reasonable amount of concerned.

You shook your head no at his questions. "No, she hasn't. I travel with her because I want to, because I like doing it. She-" you voice became slightly quieter as you recounted one of the many dates she'd taken you on "-she took me to see the aurora borealis, once. On a planet that had been completely covered in snow and ice."

That trip was especially vivid in your memory, partially due to how many layers you had to wrap up in so you wouldn't get cold. The part you remembered the most, though, was when The Master had noticed you'd forgotten to bring a pair of gloves with you, and took off her own in an effort to help keep your hands warm.

She could've just given you her gloves to wear, which might've been easier, but she hadn't, choosing to take your hands tightly in hers instead. That was the first time she'd ever done that, both in holding your hand properly and taking off her gloves in front of you.

The Doctor noticed the look of calm that washed over you when you were talking about her, one that not even hypnotism could conjure up. "Do you love her?" He asked softly, already getting a sense as to what the answer might be.

"Yes, I do." You professed as your eyes met his. His gaze was understanding and warm, the exact opposite of what you'd thought it'd be.

"Well, if that's the case-" He began, walking over to the TARDIS's control panel and fiddling around with it some "-then I suppose I have no choice..."

You sucked in a breath of air, incredibly tense as you waited for him to say what he was going to do with you. Maybe he'd just throw you in a black hole and be done with it. Or, worse, maybe he'd drop you off on some random planet somewhere where there was absolutely no chance for survival.

"...but to take you to see her." He finished with a flourish as the TARDIS landed. The Doctor opened the door and stepped outside, gesturing for you to follow him.

"This had better be good," a voice grumbled from in front of you, belonging to none other than The Master herself. Her gaze softened when she spotted you, though it didn't last very long, her eyes narrowing at The Doctor in suspicion. "What's all this?"

"I just wanted to say-" He turned, beckoning you to come closer "-that I know about your relationship with each other. And I'm not mad. In fact, I'm delighted."

You and The Master exchanged a look of confusion and disbelief. The Doctor noticed this, continuing nonetheless.

"It's true. Now, I know we haven't always been on the best of terms-"

"That's one way to put it," The Master muttered, crossing her arms.

"-but I don't want to make any unnecessary assumptions about the two of you. And while part of me does believe this could possibly be some sort of an eleborate plan to take me down-"

"Doctor," you whispered harshly, The Master smirking in amusement at your reaction.

"-I also don't want to define you only by your past mistakes." If he heard you, he didn't show it.

"I have a million reasons why I shouldn't trust you." The Doctor said directly to the clearly unimpressed woman standing in front of him. "But so did they, and now look where we are."

His words seemed to actually have an affect on her given how she'd uncrossed her arms and appeared to be actually listening. Until she opened her mouth. "So what is this then, you deciding to give us your blessing?" She sneered, going back to being defensive.

"Master." You took a step forward, offering your hand out to her, which she gladly took. "I think what he's trying to get at here, is that even if he doesn't trust you, he's not going to judge or shame me for doing the exact opposite. I can still be friends with him while also seeing you. That's all I've ever wanted."

The words you spoke seemed to have finally gotten to The Master. The ever permanent scowl she usually had on her face when being forced to interact with The Doctor disappeared, replaced by the faintest smile that only you could discern.

The Doctor clapped his hands together once in satisfaction. "Great! I'll leave you two to it, then."

The Master rolled her eyes in annoyance, causing you to let out a quiet giggle. "Yeah, you do that," she sarcastically replied, watching as The Doctor entered the TARDIS.

You waved him goodbye before turning back to the Time Lady in front of you. "So, where to now?" You asked excitedly, giving the hand you were holding a gentle squeeze.

She squeezed yours back, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. "Wherever you want."

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Promise.

Muichirou tokito x f!reader angst.

Tragic, seriously grab some tissues.

Time line -> post Swordsmith village arc

He ran into the estate, without a care to his surroundings. His mind was running a mile a minute, and his ears were ringing. His expression was fixed into one of panic, and hurt. He zoomed through the hallways, trying multiple doors. He had to get to you.

The moment Ginko came to him with news, he dropped everything to see you. She said you were in critical condition due to your latest mission, and that you might not make it.

He tried a few more doors, before stumbling upon a nurse, who told him that she was still in treatment, which took place in the ground floor, first door to the entrance. Not so much as sparing another glance, he bolted towards the stairs, frantically looking for the said description, before spotting the door and sliding it open, only to stare in horror, eyes as wide as his sword's hilt.

There you were, barely breathing, face contorted into a wince of great pain and anguish. You were placed on a stretcher, being attended to by the head of the estate herself, and a variety of helpers. The kakushi were trying to ward him away, as you were quite fragile, and teetering on the thin line of life and death. The head doctor was moving rather quickly, scattering commands and instructions left and right. She was sweating with worry, trying her best to save you. She wouldn't forgive herself if she didn't at least try.

Muichirou made it past the kakushi, kneeling down by your side, clutching your hand gently. He couldn't bear to see you like this, and hated how little he could do. He was on the verge of tears. He trusted the butterfly lady's capabilities, but his heart wouldn't rest.

You looked around, at all these sad expressions, they were all people you loved, and you couldn't bear to see them like that. You felt your end nearing, as much as you hated it, you were aware. You didn't like dying so young, you still had many things to try.... You had so many loved ones that you'd be too pained to leave, but it was too harsh to give them hope.

You slowly reached to Shinobu's trembling fingers, urging her to stop. She gave you a panicked and greatly irritated look, but before she could scold you, Muichirou overtook her, crying, begging, for you to let her continue, he tried to assure you this could be fixed, however before he could continue, you interrupted him, gazing deep into his eyes, tears flooding yours.

'' Please... Let me go... I can feel myself going numb. I'm dying. ''

'' No! Please, listen to me- ''

'' Mui... Stop. I love you... But there's no changing what is... ''

You smile solemnly, recognising his denial, and feeling Shinobu back at work. An idea pops into your hazy mind, and you decide to act on it.

'' How about this, Mui? I'll promise myself... to you as a bride, but in another lifetime... If you let me go in this one... And become the best person you could be... I'll let you take me as yours... ''

Your breathes were getting shorter and more shallow, your essence slowly fading.

'' No. I want you here with me! I don't even know if we'll ever cross paths in some supposed lifetime! ''

He was growing pale and desperate, grip tightening around your hand.

'' But... This... Is my last wish... Please... Promise?... I wouldn't want another... ''

You stick your pinky finger out towards him, before he hesitantly intertwines your fingers, tears falling harder than before.

'' This life is now complete... I hope... for the next... to be better... ''

You smile contently, before turning your gaze to look to your friend and comrade, flashing her one last smile, before all goes numb.

'' Shinobu... Take care of yourself and him for me, will ya? ''

Your finger falls from Muichirou's hold, and sad stillness befalls the room.

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ordinaryschmuck · 4 months

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What I Quickly Thought about What If...? Season Two

For those who don’t know, I’m one of the few people who actually enjoyed What If…? Season One for what it was. Did it take advantage of telling interesting tales with the MCU, giving us intense glimpses of these universes that showed us what COULD HAVE been? Not all the time. Was it still good dumb fun? To me it was. And that’s pretty much what What If…?, as a concept, was, even in the comics. Yeah, you got interesting stuff like “What if Spider-Man never became a crime fighter?” or “What if Daredevil was raised by The Kingpin?” but it also had stuff like “What if the Original Marvel Bullpen Became the Fantastic Four?” or “What if Sargent Fury Fought World War Two in Outer Space?” The comics were less about high-concepts and more about writers doing whatever the hell they wanted with the Marvel Universe and being able to have fun with it because, well, none of it was canon. The same applied to the MCU’s What If…?, as it was a chance for the writers to do a murder mystery with the Avengers or make T’Challa fix the universe as Star-Lord. They can kill characters, make dumb(er) jokes, and play around with the heroes and villains in the MCU like they were action figures. And I’m into that. Don’t get me wrong, I would love more episodes like “What if…Doctor Strange lost his heart instead of his hands?” or “What if…Ultron won?” as they DO have a lot of great moments and show off what these characters are capable of than what the movies/shows proved. But at the same time, I didn’t mind watching the big buff lady that is Captain Carter kill Nazis or watch Spider-Man and a band of heroes try to survive a zombie apocalypse. It’s a show where everyone is meant to just sit back, turn their brain off, and have some fun while occasionally getting something interesting. Again, just like the comics.

So when Season Two got announced, I was genuinely excited. I like Season One and I wanted more of it. Then when the trailer came out with an episode list, I thought, “Okay, this could be the show embracing comic book wackiness.” Now, not a lot of people were into that…In fact, the majority said that a lot of these concepts weren’t even interesting and were, instead, kind of lame. I don’t get it, maybe because I’m in the exact mindset the MCU wants me to have with this series, but I was still looking forward to Season Two. The question is, was it worth it? Well, let’s quickly go over each episode to find out.

Spoilers Ahead

What If…Nebula Joined the Nova Corps?: Ooooooooh, what a great start. Watching Nebula act as a cop/detective, but with her cold, deadpan badassery still intact was a ton of fun in this dark, gritty setting made for this new version of her. I loved watching this new version of Nebula make her way through a darkened Xandar, with her never straying from this oath and acting as it should be intended, all while teaming up with Howard the Duck of all characters. Like, I kind of enjoy seeing Howard turn out to be this sleazy casino owner who treats Nebula as a true friend despite them working on opposite ends of the law. The concept itself is funny and execution is endearing with Seth Green giving much needed charm to the character. It’s part of the fun of What If…?: Showing characters who couldn’t interact in the movies or didn’t have much screen time and allowing them another chance to shine…Unfortunately, that’s not always a good thing. Because while I love seeing a character like Howard make a surprisingly good comeback, watching Yon-Rog, one of the more boring MCU villains, show up and lack any intrigue or fun is just…no. And then there’s Nova Prime who decided to betray the entire Corp by taking down the force field…Something that was HER idea to do and, given the pull she had, could have done at any point. Why string Nebula along when Nova Prime could have just made the ruling herself that the force field needed to be taken down? A friend of mine tried explaining how it could make sense, but I don’t know. It doesn’t change this weird got while watching. But while flawed, it was pretty cool to see this new setting in the MCU, carried by Nebula as the Super Nova (Love that name, by the way. It’s perfect). The plot has a big ol’ hole, not every character return works, but it gave me a half-hour of fun so I’m not complaining (Get used to that thought process, by the way).

What If…Peter Quill Attacked Earth’s Mightiest Heroes?: And this one’s a little rough around the edges. It’s fun to see this alternate version of the Avengers form to fight a Peter Quill who has Ego’s powers, but it feels like the entire episode is on fast-forward, almost like this is what would happen if the first Avengers movie needed to be made thirty-minutes long. It’s sort of the downside of What If having a half-hour runtime, where it has to both tell a story and introduce us to this new universe in under thirty minutes. It’s the same with the comics that had less than thirty pages to do the exact same thing, only to feel longer because comic writers in the seventies and eighties don’t know how to shut the hell up. The end result is a story that’s fine ENOUGH, but it would have benefited with more time to slow down and let us appreciate this new team of old heroes. I mean, we have the original Captain Mar-Vel, T’Challa’s father, and even Goliath, which would have been AWESOME to see them play a big role. But instead, the episode focuses on Hank Pym, Bucky, and THOR, somehow, making these other heroes valued members but also a bit of an afterthought. Also, despite this being a different version of the Avengers, they somehow make MORE quips than the original team, with few of it feeling like it’s in character. It has the same problem as Age of Ultron where everyone is cracking jokes at every second as much as they can, and it HIGHLY depends on your willingness to stomach that kind of thing if you’re willing to watch this episode. That and if you’re willing to forgive a character doing this STUPID AND RISKY thing that worked out for the better but doesn’t change how stupid and risky it is. Overall, this whole episode is a very interesting idea mixed with some very FLAWED execution that spoils the fun to be had.

What If…Happy Hogan Saved Christmas?: Now this? All kinds of fun to be had with this one. The return of Justin Hammer of all villains isn’t something I thought I needed, but I heavily enjoyed watching what’s basically the anti-Tony Stark show up and be his most despicably charming self. It was a blast to watch this scrawny little twink TRY and act intimidating as he dances all over the place. It makes him feel more and more like a cartoon villain, which is appropriate for yuletide fun. You don’t NEED a menacing presence for Christmas, you need a GOOF. And Hammer’s the goofiest with his lame catchphrases and very STUPID dancing, I couldn’t get enough of it. But the real star is Happy, who gets juiced up for an adaptation I NEVER would have expected from the MCU. The Freak is one of the sides to Happy that not many fans would know about unless they’ve immersed themselves with Iron Man lore (Or read a shit load of comics for the past two years like me), but it really is cool to see that side of him brought to life. The way Happy looks and moves like more of a manic Hulk on crack does great at setting him apart from the Jolly Green Monster we know and love, but also makes The Freak feel more unique from how he was in the comics. It was a blast of a holiday special with the only downside is that Darcy’s OCCASIONALLY annoying. Not much other than that, though, as this is the best Christmas present I could ask from Marvel.

What If…Iron Man Crashed Into the Grandmaster?: Fun fact, this was originally meant to be in Season One but was cut due to time constraints. Yeah, remember how weird it was that the Watcher plucked a version of Gamora we didn’t know? Well, now we finally know…through a story that’s primarily about Tony Stark that makes me wonder why the hell The Watcher didn’t take him.

But facts and jokes aside, I loved the shit out of this episode. There are probably going to be some cynics out there saying that the cars and the race is an excuse to sell toys or LEGO sets or some shit, but I don’t care because everything about it was AWESOME!. Not to mention that it lit up a special place in my heart and brain to watch Tony Stark be a hero again, not hesitating to save lives, putting everything on the line, and helping bring Gamora into the light, all while still being his snarky, Starky self. And huge props to Mick Wingert voicing him, who doesn’t sound like Robert Downy Jr at ALL, but still nails the energy and mannerisms. I can picture RDJ saying all of these lines and it helps make this feel like one last Iron Man story for the fans. Seeing the Grandmaster again was ALSO a plus, as he was his same goofy-self. As for the real hook of this episode, Gamora, she’s…fine. I don’t love that it’s Tony that helped her redemption arc since I always preferred how turning against Thanos was something Gamora decided for herself instead of this thing that someone brought out. It’s not a BAD idea, but it’s something that might have worked better with NEBULA, a character that could actually USE convincing, instead of Gamora, a character who would likely go to Stark to help kill Thanos. Still, I don’t HATE it, nor do I hate the episode. It was an adrenaline thrill-ride that gave us a return of Tony where he DOESN’T die in the end. I couldn’t have asked for more if I heard this episode’s title, and I’m glad it’s what we’ve got.

What If…Captain Carter Fought the Hydra Stomper?: I…KIND OF understand the reception towards Captain Carter. I don’t get why Marvel keeps pushing her more than their actual Captain America replacement, Sam Wilson. I mean, Captain Carter showed up in three projects (two seasons of television and a movie), where Sam made his official appearance as Captain America once…and hasn’t even cameoed in any other movie or show. Now, don’t get me wrong, I like the big buff lady and it’s awesome seeing her fight the giant robot. It’s cool, I love it. I also heavily enjoyed this episode, getting into the drama, action, and seeing Peggy make a surprisingly believable friendship with Black Widow. Heck, I’d go so far as to say that this is a better Black Widow story than her actual movie gave us. So I like it, I like seeing Captain Carter and some of her adventures. I especially like that this story isn’t a direct rehash of Winter Soldier like how the first episode is a rehash of First Avenger. The writers actually set out to make something more unique and it makes me like Captain Carter a little more. I just wish we could get that same love and appreciation towards Sam Wilson, whose movie got pushed back to 2025 and will count as the only time this character has been relevant since his mini-series. If this is our new leader of the Avengers and the man who will fight to save the multiverse, we’re probably going to need more than one appearance from the guy. I don’t think people would complain about more Captain Carter if Sam Wilson’s Captain America wasn’t so blatantly shoved too far to the side.

What If…Kahhori Reshaped the World?: One of the few rare times the MCU made an ORIGINAL superhero. There is no previous comic, movie, or show that Kahhori is based on. She’s a completely original character made up for this franchise, much like Miles Morales in the Ultimate universe or X-23 in X-Men Evolution (Check that show out, by the way. It’s pretty damn good). And just like those two, I REALLY hope Kahhori manages to become such a hit with audiences that she spawns more content, because Kahhori and her world is something I would love to revisit. Her personality is fun, her motivation is inspiring, and her powers are unique enough to make her stand out more to the other heroes in the MCU. As for her story, it’s your bare-bones origin story. The whole episode is about explaining her powers, the world she lives in, and the people she loves and fights for. It does all this while proving her heroics through fighting a supervillain set out to do some damage. Only, instead of some generic supervillain that matches her powers it’s this Spanish Conquistador who…honestly still looks like a supervillain, which is kind of funny. And it works for Kahhori, proving that while she’s currently the most powerful person in the world, she’s willing to fight against oppression and the monarchy, advocating for peace instead of a continuous war for who gains the most control. Like I said, that’s inspiring and it’s why I want to see more of this character and how far she can go when fighting bigger, more evil threats than the Queen of Spain. Whether it’s a spin-off TV show/movie, a comic mini-series, or even introducing Kahhori into the 616 comics (somehow), I wouldn’t mind seeing this new, wonderful hero more in the future.

What If…Hela Found the Ten Rings?: I…did not expect to like this one as much as I did. I wasn’t the BIGGEST fan of Hela, because aside from seeing her actress having a blast to go full ham, there wasn’t much to her. Yeah, she was this conqueror alongside Odin, which is an interesting backstory for HIM, but for Hela, it’s not enough. Instead of telling me WHO she is, Thor: Ragnarok kept telling me WHAT she was. Then here comes an episode of What If…? that not only gives me that answer, but a lot more. Sure, the first half is a bit wonky, but when we get to the second, we finally get an idea of who Hela is. Simply put, Hela doesn’t know who she is beyond a conqueror, and that’s because Odin never trained nor raised her to be anything more. This episode forces Hela to face that and discover answers she never knew she was seeking, having a surprisingly decent redemption, becoming a goddess of life instead of death. I…love that. I love that WAY MORE than I could have expected to love it. It makes me appreciate Hela a lot more and maybe see that there’s a tragedy to her in Thor: Ragnarok. Hela could have changed for the better if she met someone that could bring her good side out, but because she was banished into isolation by Odin, it caused Hela to be both spiteful and vengeful, making her refuse any alternative beyond being a conqueror or a goddess of death, with her final acts of life being someone who destroyed her home because destruction was all she knew. This episode has a better, more unique story to tell than Hela and Wenwu fighting over the Ten Rings to see who can cause more destruction. Speaking of, if there’s one thing to complain about the episode, it’s how underutilized Wenwu is to the story. He’s actually one of MY favorite MCU villains and it feels weird that he’s just…kind of there? Most of the meat to the story goes to Hela, and I do appreciate it, but Wenwu could have done more than wanting to bone Hela or assisting her in fighting Odin. But aside from that, I’d still say that this is a fantastic episode that surpassed my expectations.

What If…The Avengers Assembled in 1602?: Of all the episodes, this is the one I was looking forward to the most. I’m a sucker for seeing characters in a different setting. They’re very much the same in terms of personality but their differences vary from positions in life or the skills they’re capable of. It’s no different here, as so much of this feels like a period piece fanfic where the writers seemed to have so much fun making the Avengers be in 1602. And I don’t give a shit if people hate her, I LOVE that Captain Carter refuses to leave this world until she saves it from complete collapse. It would have been the same if it was Steve Rogers, I get that, but how do you expect me to hate a hero who’s willing to fight with her last breath to save the world? Those are my favorite kind of superheroes! You want me to give up what I love most about superheroes just because you don’t like that the big buff lady fights King Thor and his vibranium thunder sword? F**k you.

Also, this comes with the added benefit of watching big buff Steve and big buff Peggy constantly being on the VERGE of wanting to rip their clothes off and f**k each other whenever they’re on screen together. And, honestly, I can't blame them. They’re both gorgeous. LET THEM F**K!

Overall, I had fun, even if there are problems. Sure, the reveal that Steve is indirectly the cause of this universe’s collapse is way too predictable, no thanks in large part to the trailers SPOILING IT! And it’s pretty weird that Scott can still shrink and grow. Like…How can he do that in this setting? Also, this universe has a merry band of misfits that’s similar to Robin Hood, and there’s not even a SINGLE Hawkeye in it? Not even Kate Bishop? COME ON NOW! Come on now…

But, yeah, this episode is the perfect epitome of what makes What If…? enjoyable to me. It can offer you a fun concept of having the Avengers be in 1602 and just ask you to sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. Not everyone’s going to be into that, but I am and I could take ten more seasons of this if I could.

What If…Strange Supreme Intervened?: You want me to hate the big buff lady and new MCU character Kahhori fighting Strange Supreme and a whole gaggle of universe killers just because *checks notes* Captain Carter is a Mary Sue? F**k you. I don’t care if you feel like Captain Carter is forced upon you, she punched a demonic Doctor Strange in the face with the power of INFINITY. That is awesome no matter WHO the character is and if you can’t appreciate it, then I guess this show really isn’t for you. As for the finale, the whole thing is awesome as this big fireworks show to close out the season, added with Strange Supreme going back to the dark side for the sake of reviving his universe. I’ll admit that Strange Supreme had a bit of a forced redemption last season, so it is great for this finale to prove that he is, in fact, still twisted inside while allowing him to earn a more true redemption in making up for his actions. It makes his tragedy STILL feel like a tragedy, giving everyone but him a happy ending. And, again, he got punched in the face with the power of infinity. F**k all you haters, this show’s great.

Season Two is a definite improvement to Season One. Sure, the pacing is wonky, the jokes are trying too hard, and animation can look gorgeous at times but ugly at others. But the writing’s stronger, the concepts are bigger, the fun’s funner, and I got to see a woman punch a demon in the face with the power of infinity–I keep bringing that up because it is so damn awesome. And it’s the same with this show! It just fuels that part of my brain that wants to see cool, comic book shit happening. It’s not for everyone, I know that. It’s neither good nor bad, it’s just…subjectively fun. It’ll either light up your world or leave you wanting more substance than dumb fun. I enjoyed the hell out of this season, but others won’t for their own reasons (some of them being that they just hate Captain Carter). They can feel that way all they want. Still won’t change how I enjoyed the hell out of this season and look forward to more.

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chrisevansonly · 1 year

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Not A Typical Weekend….(Little Duck au)

pairing: Chris Evans x Female Reader (Momma Evans)

summary: it’s back to the hospital you go, only this time, it may not be the news you’re both looking for…

warnings: angst, mentions of anxiety, some tears, very panicky Arlie, comfort of course <;3

a/n: i was feeling angsty so here’s this…i promise i won’t torture this family anymore, I guess this may be a two parter?? considering I kinda left the ending open...? also I hate my writing again so maybe thats why I kinda cut it that way LOL

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You were hoping the pain after your accident would become more bearable after 5 days at home, but when you were still dealing with cramping, and now stabbing pains in your chest, Chris wouldn’t take no for an answer when it came time to go back to the hospital. Poor Arlie had been beside herself all morning as she watched you wince and moan as the waves of pain passed through you. Lisa was just as worried, but tried to keep Arlie calm and away from a potential panic attack

“Momma no go pwease no go!”

You frowned, opening your arms for her so you could hold her for a few moments

“My love, I’ll be okay, I promise you…momma’s gotta get fixed up so I can be all better again”

“Don’t wanna lose momma…”

Your heart was breaking at the tears that lined her eyes, slowly slipping out every few seconds

“Arlie Mae, you’re not going to lose me, I’ll be home before you know it, I need you to help Nana with your brother, he’s going to need his big sister while Daddy and I are gone”

She sniffled

“Okay momma…I-I try to help Nana”

“Thank you baby, I know you’re scared, but I’ll be home before you know it, so I need you to eb a big brave girl for me”

You kissed her cheek upon hearing Chris call your name from the door, standing slowly to kiss Wesley and hug Lisa, you gave everyone one last goodbye before grabbing an overnight bag, and some snacks. It was hard to tell how long you’d be at the hospital until you arrived and got checked out, so overpacking may come in handy, even if you usually avoided it.

“Ready to go honey?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be I suppose…I just hope it’s nothing serious”

Chris placed a kiss on your temple after helping you get settled into the front seat of the car

“I hope so too, we’ll just have to wait and see now…”

You nodded folding your hands into your lap, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t freaking out a little bit. The prospect of it being horrible news compared to slightly okay news, now seeming to become more real, the closer to the hospital you got. Knowing Chris would be panicking just as much as you figured Arlie still may be at home, you remained quiet, and optimistic that you would be in and out of there in no time.

“Mrs. Evans, I am glad you decided to come back in to see us, albeit not the best circumstances, better to be safe than sorry right?”

You were laying in a hospital bed, a private room once again at Mass Gen, you’d had numerous counts of blood taken, a few scans, x-rays, an entire workup because Chris nor you wanted to leave without being absolutely sure you were one hundred percent okay to go back home

“So, we have taken a look at all the tests and scans we completed, the pain your experiencing is two things, one of them which is a chip in your collarbone, that has come loose and will require surgery in order to have that bone stabilized again”

Your hand reached for Chris’s looking for some comfort, he was quick to take it, holding it tightly in his, eyes trained on the doctor who had what appeared to be more bad news

“You also have a collapsed lung, which worries me most because of the duration it seems to have been collapsed for, that is going to require immediate surgery, so we are going to take you down within the hour…any questions I can answer?”

When Chris started speaking with him you zoned out, your mind racing through every endless possibility that could potentially happen while you are on the operating table. It felt like your brain was spinning out of control, your eyes now glossed over, you were freaking out, but Chris could see it, so he promptly held your face in his hands

“Hey, hey…baby breathe, you gotta breathe for me beautiful…”

“I-I don’t want to d-die, what if-what if”

Chris shook his head

“No, we aren’t going to do that. You’re not going anywhere y/n, we have the best doctors looking after you, they’re going to help you so we can go home to the kids, so we can live the rest of our lives together, you are going to be okay”

He rested his forehead against yours as you closed your eyes, attempting to get your breathing back under control, and after a few minutes you managed to slow your heart rate again, Chris placed a few kisses to your cheeks before settling on your lips just as the pre op team came in

“I’ll be here the whole time, I promise, I love you so much”

“I love you too Chris, don’t ever forget that”

Chris wanted to say more, he felt like he needed you, but once that team of nurses had rushed into the room to prep you for two back-to-back surgeries, he knew he needed to step back and let them get to work. You were in the best care, and the best hands possible here but that wasn’t enough to keep the anxious thoughts and worries away. Even as he sat down in the uncomfortable chair by the window to call home, that sinking feeling never left him, seeing Arlie and Wesley helped to distract his mind. He truthfully didn’t know how long you’d been in the OR, but he hoped to god it wouldn’t be long so he could have you back in his arms, because life without his better half wasn’t something he was willing to settle for nor think about.

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jarofstyles · 2 years

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Oh Baby, Baby III

Year later… oopsies. Here is oh Baby Baby part 3!!! I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings/ smut, breeding kink, lactation kink, tall of pregnancy and doctors, etc.

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They’d done it.

After two ovulation cycles and days worth of trying, they’d finally done it. Y/N had noticed a bit of a change in herself, how she was having fits of nausea and how she was feeling a bit more sensitive then usual and decided that maybe it was time for her to take a test.

They bought a few to keep in the bathroom and that morning she had peed on the stick while Harry was cooking breakfast, she let the test sit hidden in the drawer because she didn’t want him to know she took it, and waited till he left to see the result.

It was positive. She was pregnant. At first she didn’t really believe it, so she waited till she needed to pee again to check and it came out positive again. Y/N was in tears, rubbing her now small tummy with a smile on her face. Soon she’d have a little piece of her and Harry that she’d wanted this whole time.

After thinking about how she would tell Harry, she decided to go searching for a little toy bunny, wanting to put it in the oven along with the tests. She couldn’t wait to find out, to see his reaction. They’d been waiting for this moment for so long.

He was hoping that she would be pregnant soon. The more they tried, the more excited he got for an actual little one. They looked at parenting blogs together at night. Y/N has become a staple in his bedroom with the bigger bed, walking around in his shirts. It was oddly domestic already, and he has a feeling that perhaps he was in trouble.

He adored Y/N before but now she was even more precious to him. He wanted her to be comfortable and pregnant soon. Wanted to know he was a father as soon as possible. That was a goal of his. Not that the sex wasn’t incredible. It was.

Mind blowing, fantastic, even more so because they shared a common goal. He was in his prime.

She was sweet to him, and gave him affection and it had changed their friendship. Sure they were goofy and stuff but... there was a shift. Neither of them talked about it though.

“Y/N, babe. You okay?” She seemed antsy this morning. He’d made breakfast and went to the bedroom to change, coming back to her sitting on the counter twiddling her thumbs.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” She let out a little yawn, “I’m gonna do some groceries today, but... think I’m just going to chill out.” Y/N explained, laying back down comfortably on his bed. They’d really just been staying in his room, it’s been a while since she’d ever touched her room. Thankfully, she’d hidden the test there so he wouldn’t find them too early. She still had to make sure.

“When are you gonna be home?” Y/N asked, admiring him as he fixed his hair in the mirror. She wanted to think of what they’d have for dinner, something easy and simple. She had a feeling that she would have a hard time keeping it in, she was already wanting to blurt it out.

Y/N wondered if things would change now that she was pregnant, wondered if he would still wanna have sex if they ever got horny of if he’d still cuddle her and kiss her in bed. She had yet to kiss him in any other situation, only when they were getting intimate. She’d had to stop herself plenty of times though.

“Around 4, I think? We’re doing a bit of writing and meeting with someone. I’ll hurry up though cause I know you wanted to get frozen yogurt tonight.” She has been wanting it for a bit but Harry hasn’t been able to get out to grab it for them, so they’d planned on going out later to get some together. A nice outing.

“Are you going to cook or did you want me to grab some dinner?” He asked as he turned around, buttoning up his cowboy themed embroidered shirt.

It never got old, seeing her laying on his bed and in his clothes. They’d had great sex last night, but still he felt locked and loaded. If she wanted sex he would drop anything for it. Maybe he was pussy whipped? It didn’t matter to him though. He just wanted it.

“Okay, just keep me updated and grab whatever you’d like for dinner, babe.” Y/N nodded, planning in her head. “Text me a list of things you want me to get at the store, yeah? Be safe. Love ya.” She got up to give him a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before she sent him on his merry way. It felt incredibly domestic, but she was okay with that.

Once he left it was go time, deciding she needed to get a plan in action. She was so excited about telling him that she was nervous, she’d just kept it from him and that was hard enough but, she needed to figure out a way to make it as inconspicuous as possible. Yes she wanted frozen yogurt but this was more important.

It felt like things were falling into place though. She knew realistically she couldn’t have been all that pregnant, but she had to make a doctors appointment and get all that sorted. She checked Harry’s schedule and booked an appointment for a day they were both free. It was happening.

Harry worked and texted her about his clementine wants, waiting eagerly to get home to see Y/N. It had been like this for a bit now. He couldn’t wait to get home to Y/N for their tome to hang out and cuddle and kiss and then fuck. It was one of the most fun times of his life if he was being honest.

He grabbed pizza and salad on the way home from work, making his way up the stairs with a spring in his step. He missed her quite a bit. It was odd, the shift in their relationship. Always had been attached at the hip, but even more so now. It was great though. He didn’t regret a thing.

“Honey, I’m home!” He joked, kicking the door closed behind him. Coming to see her every day was a relief on his soul. Harry wasn’t an overly anxious person normally, but any stress he had melted when he walked in and felt her.

Y/N has set everything up, feeling herself getting all anxious as the clock came closer and closer to hitting 4. She’d spent the whole day feeling all giddy, that bubbly feeling in her stomach while she wondered if she should film his reaction or if she should just keep it between them. It was the little things that she thought would make one hell of a difference in the long run.

When she heard him bust through the door she smiled, letting out a little chuckle. “Hi, Angel boy, how are ya?” She asked, noticing the pizza box. Y/N was wondering if she should tell him now or later, feeling like she wouldn’t be able to keep it in for much longer.

She set up her phone secretly next to the jar of flower and hit record, going to give him a hug and help him put the food down. “How was the writing session?” She asked, wanting to keep the conversation normal.

“S’good! You know how they go. Same old same old. Got a few choruses done.” He murmured, placing the pizza box down. For some reason she seemed off. Not in a bad way but, different. He was confused as to why but he squinted his eyes at her a bit, watching carefully. Hm. What was she up to?

“What are you up to, babe?” He asked, approaching further and holding on to her waist. His fingers wiggled a bit against the warmth of her body, tickling her sides. “You seem a bit different.”

He was just like that with her. He could tell the differences in her and the behavior she showed very easily. They hadn’t been best friends since birth without reason.

“Ah! There’s that smile. What’s goin’ on. Did that copyright deal go through?”

Y/N couldn’t stop giggling, shaking her head as she tried to get him to stop. “Harry!” She squealed, “I’m okay I— stop!” Y/N whined, pushing at his arms to get him to stop. It was now it never. She realized that she couldn’t keep anything from him and well, she wanted to celebrate with him.

“Yes, it went through but, could you check the oven for me?” Y/N asked, looking up at him as if she was simply just asking him to do something for her. His confused expression had her laughing a bit, “go on, check it.” She spoke, nodding towards the oven.

Inside was a little bunny stuffed animal holding her two positive pregnancy tests. She decided that since he often called her bunny she decided use the play on words of, bunNY in the oven. Hopefully if he didn’t understand, the test would give him a clue.

He furrowed his brows but nodded. Did she make cookies or something for him? That would be amazing.

He opened it and was confused. Why the fuck was there a stuffed bunny in the oven. But it was holding something. Looking at her with curious eyes, he reached inside to pull it out. His heart nearly stopped as he realized just what the rabbit was holding.

He choked slightly, looking closer to make sure they said what he thought they said. Positive. Two positive tests in the stuffed bunnies hands. Turning to look at her with wide green eyes, he looked between her and the rabbits hands over and over again.

“Are you kidding?” He asked slowly. “This isn’t a joke, right? Cause if I cry over a joke, I’ll be mad.” He felt his eyes burn. Was he going to be a dad? He needed to hear it from her mouth. Her confirmafion.

Y/N made sure that he was in frame before her looked in, standing there watching him with her hands covering her mouth. The look on his face was priceless, tears pricking are her own eyes as he took out the bunny and the tests and started putting the pieces together.

“I’m not joking.” Y/N said honestly, letting out a little laugh because she couldn’t hold it in anymore. It was hitting her that she and Harry were going to be parents. “I found out this morning, but I wanted to tell you in a cute way.” She felt the tears threatening to fall so she let them.

Of course she’d expected to get emotional about this, but not like this. She thought that she’d be emotional because she was finally having a baby, finally going to fulfill her dream of being a mom, but she was more emotional because she would be doing those things with harry.

“Baby?” His lip trembled as he put the bunny and tears down and immediately scooped her up. He hugged tightly, kissing whatever skin he could get to. He was quieter than he had expected, but he also hadn’t expected himself to cry so much because of it.

Letting her go, he got to his knees and picked up the shirt, hiding himself under it and whispering to the baby. It wasn’t a bump yet but Harry was goinf to protect her and her tummy like no ones business.

“Hi, my baby.” He kissed over the skin, feeling Y/N pull the shirt up for him so he could breathe better. “Hello in there. Daddy is so happy you’re here, yeah? We love you so very much.” He rubbed his cheek against her skin, holding her hip in place and the other hand tracing on her tummy.

“The most loved and spoiled baby in the universe. Gonna have all the love and care you could possibly get. Yeah? Mummy is so happy too, I know she is.” He pressed tender kisses to her stomach all over, feeling her hand massaging his hair.

“Yeah.” Y/N let out a tearful giggle, nodding her head as she immediately wrapped her arms around him and gripped him tight. She swore she was the happiest girl in the world. This was certainly the best day of her life, she’d never forget this moment and lucky for her she had captured the whole thing.

When he got on his knees and let himself under the shirt she left herself let out another little happy sob, smiling because she knew exactly what he was doing. She’d done the same thing earlier in the bathroom. Y/N looked down at him with the happiest look on her face, her hand gently combing through his hair to comfort him.

They were doing this together. She’d never have it any other way. Y/N couldn’t imagine anyone else who would be better, she was confident this was the right choice. She knew then that she was in love with Harry, more than a friend. He was the father of her child and the man that made her the happiest.

When he came back up she hugged him tightly again, nuzzling her face against his chest and just swaying their bodies peacefully. “I’m so happy.” She breathed out, sniffling a bit.

“I don’t even know how to describe it:” he knew they’d been trying but it seemed so distant. Now that they had what they wanted, he was the happiest man on earth and that was it. He didn’t need anything but his baby and Y/N and that’s the truth.

“Got so much to do. Gotta make appointments and go shopping and get you more vitamins...” he breathed. “Fuck, I should have gotten you more protein besides pizza. M’sorry, Bunny.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. He was so happy.

“I’m unsure how to express how happy I am besides with crying and kisses.” He sniffled with a watery giggle, cupping her face in his hands and wiping her own wetness from her cheeks before he kissed all over her soft face and ending it with a bit of a steamier kiss to her mouth.

“I know H, but we have time.” Y/N spoke with a hum, “made an appointment for Monday with my obgyn... I made sure your schedule was clear. I also looked up the vitamins and have them on auto ship every month. And I bought a bunch of food at the grocery store so... pizza is perfect.” She had a lot of time on her hands today.

What she wasn’t expecting was to receive a kiss on the mouth. Y/N wasn’t complaining though, his kisses had become one of her favorite things if not the favorite and she’d happily take them whenever she could get. “‘s okay, I know how you feel.” She cooed, sniffling a bit herself.

That last kiss did have her heart rate picking up as flutters erupted in her belly. Y/N happily gave him the same energy back, hands traveling up his arms. She loved this. She loved him. Y/N let out a little moan against his lips, not expecting to get so turned on. They didn’t need to try anymore, but he still managed to get her going.

She was wearing little shorts and a shirt. He wanted her. It was sudden but his emotions were hard and hot and he wanted her so badly, he kissed harder and grabbed her ass in his hands, motioning for her to jump up into his arms. Yes.

“Shhh, sh. Let me.” he grabbed the fabric and shuffled them as he put her on the counter, letting them get down far enough so he could get his hand in there and rub over her cunt.

“So sexy, givin’ me what we need. My good girl.” He was high on emotion and need and happiness. Who could blame him for it? He needed Y/N and her pussy and he couldn’t stop it. Her gasp was loud but he didn’t care. All he cared about was showing her how much he appreciated her and how she was going to be treated with him. She was going to love it.

“Jus’ let me play. You did such a good job, growin’ my baby in there. My good girl. Givin’ me everything I want, have a perfect mouth and pussy, just.. fuck.” She was easily wet with his fingers rubbing her clit and through her slit. He loved her.

Y/N let out a loud whine, jumping up when he tugged upward and wrapped her legs around his hips. It was definitely unexpected but certainly welcomed, especially with how excited and happy she was to know they’d finally done it. His reaction to it just made her even more emotional and then that kiss? He could take her now if he wanted.

She had started kissing at his neck, nipping and biting here and there. It was then that Y/N remember her phone was still recording all of this and what had originally started as a sweet video was now turning into a sex tape but she didn’t care. She’d crop the two videos later. Now was her time to enjoy.

“Fuck Daddy...” She breathed out, feeling herself throb against his fingers. Y/N was wet already but in all honesty, when was she never not wet when around Harry? The realization that she loved him just made her even more reactive, whines and whimpers escaping her as she continued on with her steamy kisses.

“Mm, yeah. I need you. So badly.” He knew he had been inside of here just mere hours ago. But he had found that her cunt was addicting and he wasn’t ever getting tired of it.

Moving her pants down with his free hand, he moved them so they were thrown to the ground. No panties? It’s like she knew that Harry was going to fuck her as soon as he came home.

“Cmon. Need to be careful with you.” He picked her up and carried her to the bed. “Can’t fuck you on the counter right now, as much as I want to my sweet girl. Have t’be safe.” He placed her in the bed, tossing his belt to the side. She looked beautiful. Bare on the bottom, mouth swollen and wet just like her cunt.

“How do you want me to have you, hm? On your back? Want to ride me? Or do you want to go on your knees for me first.” He had found she had quite liked that.

Y/N let out a happy sigh, glad he wasn’t going to tease her because she just needed him now. “Can I ride you? Please...” She had been thinking about it all day. He was always the one to fuck her and she loved it, but lord knows she could give him one hell of an orgasm while being on top.

She had reached out to pull his pants off, allowing him to unbutton his shirt while she pulled hers off. Once he was on the bed she wasted no time in climbing on top of him, cupping his jaw in her hands while she kissed him passionately. She let her hips roll over him a few times, letting out a pleased moan. “I need you so bad..” Y/N whimpered, moving her hand to guide him into her.

Having sex while your pregnant is certainly the safest sex you can have. There is no way to hurt the baby so long as you don't go crazy, no way to get pregnant again, and naturally you’re more sensitive and hormonal. Y/N especially felt it in her nipples, even her shirt rubbing on them felt tender.

“I know you do, my sweet girl. God…” he groaned. Everything about her right now was his absolute dream. His best friend, his favorite person in the world, was giving him a damn baby. A child just for them. Harry wanted to be a father more than anything and now he got to do that, all thanks to her. “Have so much to thank you for. So fucking gorgeous… full of my baby, thank you.” He nuzzled into her breasts. “Gave me the greatest gift anyone could ask for.”

Harry was truly grateful for her. When this idea had just been a concept he had worried it would strain their bond but if anything? It’s brought them closer in more ways than anyone would ever be able to believe.

She was the perfect mother for his child. Kind, intelligent, strong, creative… everything he could ask for in a partner to raise a child. This mind blowing sex was only an added bonus.

“Can't wait until you’re fully swollen with our baby, darling. Until you’re so sensitive you’re begging for my cock… mm, I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off of you, am I?” A rhetorical question because there was no way in hell he could. His hands ran over her hips and settled one over her stomach. It wasn’t extended by much yet but it was firmer than normal, the observation felt straight in his cock as she sat on top of him. Stuffed full of him, enjoying the delicious stretch in her walls.

Harry enjoyed watching her head roll back and her hands grab on to her breasts, his mouth watering when he realized just how fucking perfect they were. How soon, they’d be full of milk. How he could take full advantage of that. It was definitely a more taboo want other his, but sitting up and taking one of her nipples into his mouth had him confirming he couldn’t fucking wait.

“Fuck.” He groaned against the spit sticky skin, tongue lapping over the swollen nipple. Her hips rolled and squeezed around him causing the both of them to moan. One hand steadied her hip while the other held the breast he hadn’t tended to yet, making sure she didn’t feel lonely. “Can't wait for you to be full of milk… n’let me fix it all. Want to taste it all over my tongue, pretty girl. Always want that.”

Y/N didn’t expect that to fall from his mouth right now, but it fed into her own desires. Another slow roll of her hips, cock clenched hard inside the slicked up cunt, she felt incredible. Her best friend, father of her child and completely and utter sex match talking about taking a taste of her in a brand new way… She couldn’t ask for more.

“Mhm… can have whatever you want. Anything you want, your mouth feels so good. Going to take such good care of me and our baby, won’t you?” Her hands threaded through his silky locks, pulling his face back to her chest and giving a breathy sigh of pleasure as her nipple was taken back into his mouth.

He moaned into the skin while flicking his tongue back and forth against the bud that would eventually produce it. Knowing she was seriously pregnant now lit up a fire inside of him. A primal one that called to the most deprived human nature there was. In his mind, he was going insane knowing people would see her and know she was taken by someone. Eventually they’d know it was him, and know she was satisfied and full of his child. No one else’s.

“I’ll take care of your every need. You and my baby… fuck, I have to.” He flipped them over again, pulling her legs back around his hips. “I’ll let you finish on top, Angel. But I need to take it for a bit.” Harry’s green eyes flashed darkly as he connected their lips, pulling his hips back and began to fuck into her. It wasn’t fast, no. It was deep. So fucking deep it had her seeing stars, the hands in his hair tugging roughly and whines crawling from her throat as she clung to him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She sulked as she felt every single inch of him slam inside of her. Sensitive beyond belief, Y/N swore she could feel every vein on him, every silky inch of skin of him. “You’re so deep… no ones ever been this deep.” She arched her back as he thrust back inside.

Harry lowered on to his forearms, mouth at her ear as he kept the steady thrust of his hips. “N’No one ever will, Darling. No one will ever be this deep, no one else will have their cum catch like mine has. No one else has the pleasure of knowing… you’re full of their fucking child. That this cunt belongs to me.” His gravely tone sent chills through her body as she clung closer, a weak attempt of a moan escaping her throat as he got deep again.

It was the possessive words that had her cunt sopping wet. The deep timber of his voice radiating through her body and going back down to her cunt, the slide of Harry’s thickness inside of her edging her closer towards her own orgasm. It was almost embarassingly fast but it was like Harry was hand picking things from her brain to make her the most aroused she had been in her life.

“It does.” She simpered. “Belongs to you, H. Please- you’ll make me cum talking l-like that.” The warning fell in eager ears. Oh- he knew.

“Then cum. M’not stopping at one.”

Harry knew all about about he was going to do. The orgasms he was going to give her with his hands, his fingers, his cock. How he was going to wreck her into a crying mess and spend the rest of their night cuddling and him keeping her as close as humanly possible, hand on her stomach and kissing all over it when she let him. He knew that this was only the beginning of the multitude of pleasures that they were going to provide for one another- and he couldn’t fucking wait.

———

“Harry, please. For the love of god, sit down.” The pregnant woman was stressed. Watching the father of her child and best friend pace the examination room at their first doctors appointment was slightly endearing. Knowing he was so anxious and excited to be here made her even more happy and solid about their choice to do this together- but… “if you keep pacing I’m going to get motion sickness from watching you.” An exaggeration of course, but he didn’t know that.

Harry snapped out of his trance and his stressed features softened, pulling the chair to sit next to her. Her smaller hand was taken into his warm one, knuckled brough to his lips as he smudged a few kisses on to them with his slightly chapped lips. “Sorry. I’m just excited. And nervous. Want to make sure everything is going okay with them.”

If there was one thing she could say, it was that Harry was attentive. Since finding out just a few days prior, Harry had multiple new prenatal vitamins delivered to the doorstep. Amazon packages with parenting books- the ones they didn’t already own- a new pregnancy pillow, pregnant woman teas so she could drink safely… he had been horrified when researching how many herbs could potentially harm their little one. He was extra cautious and Y/N couldn’t help but appreciate his attention to detail.

“I know.” She softened up and gave him her best warm look of reassurance. “I’m sure everything is fine. Please, love.” His hand was tugged up to her mouth and given a kiss on the wrist. “I love that you’re just as excited. The doctor will be in any minute. You’ve got to relax for me.” It was comical really. One would assume that he would be the one soothing her nerves but Harry was the parent that was stressing out. Normally cool, calm and collected Harry was a mess over a fetus.

Their fetus, though.

To his credit, Harry calmed down significantly and behaved well when the doctor finally made it. There was a feeling he couldn’t describe in his chest as more than warm and fuzzy when she had greeted them as ‘mom and dad’. Knowing he was cemented as their child’s father even in someone else’s eyes, his hands holding her single one as he leaned against her and watched. The sticky ultrasound gel was applied as she chatted with Y/N about her feelings and morning sickness while Harry kept his eyes bouncing from her face to the wand on her stomach to the fuzzy looking screen.

He always knew he would be emotional, but the tears that choked him as he heard the wooshing of their little one’s heartbeat sent him spiraling. The view was a bit difficult because the doctor said they were turned away from them, but it didn’t matter. Harry sniffled, leaning down and pressing warm kisses to the top of Y/N’s head.

“S’our baby.” He said in awe, the sound filling the room. “We made them, yeah? Keeping it alive and cozy inside of you… I can never Thank you enough.” He tilted her chin up and gave her a small kiss, one appropriate enough for someone else to witness. “Can I record it? On my voice notes?” He asked quietly to the doctor who looked at the overwhelmed father to be with fond eyes, nodding at his request. It was saved immediately, recording sent to Y/N.

The man was reeling even as the sound cut off. Fuzzy in the brain after hearing their child’s signs of life for the first time. They were too small to feel for Harry, to see, but he was looking forward to every and any change she would be going through. He wanted it all. Wanted to experience and document it all. The photos of the ultrasound were printed and his was tucked right into his worn brown wallet. Safe keeping, but more than anything else, ease of access.

Y/N knew why he was oddly quiet as they left, a protective hand wrapped around her and cradling her nearly flat stomach as they walked out to the car. Helping her in as if she was made of glass, kissing her knuckles, buckling her in. He was moving eyed and giddy, but so utterly overwhelmed was ridiculous. Y/N looked at him in understanding, holding his hand in her own once he sat in the driver’s seat. Radiance exuding from her skin, looking more beautiful than he had ever seen her, he knew his life was about to change in the best way possible.

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Call It What You Want: Chapter Five

pairing: nooutbreak!joel x f!ofc (Violet Fletcher)

rating: explicit, MDNI 18+

word count: 3.1k

summary: Seeking solace from a painful breakup, Violet relocates to a tranquil town, purchasing a neglected house to renovate. In her new neighborhood, she befriends Harlow, who introduces her to Joel, a gruff and seasoned contractor with a heart of gold. Despite Joel's initial grumpiness, Violet finds herself drawn to his expertise and hidden kindness.

As Violet immerses herself in home renovations alongside Joel, their dynamic begins to shift, with Joel unexpectedly opening himself up to the possibility of love. Their budding relationship faces challenges as shadows from their pasts emerge, testing their newfound connection.

warnings/tags: hints at a daddy kink, groping, dry humping, grinding, etc.

a/n: alright, something FINALLY happens! yay! and oooo drama is staaaarting. i love it.

In the first week of our deal Joel and I were both very busy. I had made french dip, beef stroganoff and so many breakfasts and pastries. All while he had patched my deck, put up a new shower curtain, fixed part of my roof and fixed the air conditioning with his brother Tommy’s help.

There was constant commotion at the house, but it was something I thrived on. It was nice to have something do do every day. To have a reason to get up and bake. I hadn’t done much of that since I had sold the bakery six months before. I didn’t realize how much I had missed it.

I learned that breakfast was Joel’s favorite meal very quickly. Since we were both early birds, most mornings I had coffee and food ready to go when he got to the house. Friday morning I decided to make my favorite; biscuits and gravy. When Joel came through the kitchen door, I was just pulling the biscuits out of the oven.

“It smells amazin’ in here,” he said, setting his toolbelt down next to the door in a thud. “Whatcha making?”

“Biscuits and gravy.”

“Mmm, my favorite.”

A silly grin spread across my face. “It’s mine, too.”

Joel came over and made our cups of coffee while I plated our food. We took our breakfasts and headed out to the sun porch to eat. Earlier in the week Joel moved a couch and coffee table into the once empty room for us. It was such a nice place to sit and look outside and enjoy company. I loved our little routine.

“How is your arm feeling this morning?” he asked before shoveling a bite of food into his mouth. I could sense something was up with Joel by his body language, but I couldn’t tell if I was making it up or not.

“It’s getting better. I’ve been doing my exercises and stretches that the doctor recommended. And I haven’t had to take a pain pill in at least three days,” I told him proudly. My forehead was healing nicely, too, it only needing a bandaid over the stitches.

“Well that’s very good to hear.”

As we ate our meals in silence, I could sense something was definitely making Joel apprehensive.

“Hey, is everything okay?” I asked through a bite.

“Hmm?” he asked, turning to face me. It was like I had snapped him back to reality.

“Is everything okay, Joel? You’ve been acting kinda odd since we sat down to eat,” I explained. He sighed in response.

“Everythin’s fine,” he stated. I cocked an eyebrow at him. “I’ve just been meanin’ to ask you somethin’ since yesterday, but I couldn’t get the nerve up to last night. So I told myself this mornin’ on the way here that I was gonna ask ya.”

My heart began pattering in my chest.

“Well, just ask me then.”

“Um, I have a buddy from the school I work at that’s getting married this weekend,” he started, “and I was wondering if you’d like to go with me?”

I gave him a coy smile. “Like as your date?”

“Yes, as my date,” he said, nudging his shoulder into mine.

“How fancy are we talking?”

He paused. “...is that a yes, then?”

I giggled. “Yes, I’ll go with you.”

He beamed at me, and his face softened with relief. It was adorable.

“So, how fancy?” I asked again, “Like, do I get to see you in a tux or something?”

“No, not that fancy. But it’ll definitely be a dres nice for the occasion type of wedding.”

“When is it?” I asked before taking a drink of my coffee.

“It’s tomorrow at 11am in the town over. I’d pick you up around 10:15. Is that okay?” he asked.

I nodded. “That sounds great.”

The next morning I rushed around trying to get ready. I had decided to keep my hair and make up simple, but I was still nervous. Thankfully Harlow was coming as well, and Joel’s brother Tommy as her date.

I looked myself over in the mirror, fiddling with my hair and smoothing my light pink dress over my thighs. I hadn’t been to a wedding in a long time. The next one was supposed to be my own, but that had obviously changed.

At almost 10:15 on the dot, I heard Joel’s familiar knock at my door. After looking myself over once more, I ran downstairs. I opened the door, it revealing Joel looking as handsome as ever. He had on a green plaid shrit with his sleeves rolled up, showing off his forearms, a pair of nice jeans and boots. His curly salt and pepper hair was combed back, and his facial hair freshly tidied.

“You look so handsome,” I told him, the words falling out of my mouth before I could stop them. His face lit up, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Um, well thank you,” he said timidly, his bashfulness coming out. “You look gorgeous.”

My cheeks grew hot and my eyes met the ground.

“Thank you,” I told him, chewing nervously at my bottom lip, “It’s not too much?”

He shook his head, his brow knitting together. “Not at all. Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, let me grab my bag.”

I grabbed my purse and my shoes and locked up the house. Joel and I got into his truck and pulled out of the driveway, off in the direction of the wedding. I threw my shoes and purse on the floor before turning in my seat to face him. I rested my back against the door and pulled my feet up to rest on the space between us, hugging my knees.

“You comfortable?” he asked sarcastically. I pushed his thigh with my foot. “Hey! That’s my driving foot.”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, dad.”

His eyes snapped over to me at my comment, his eyes stern. It was a look that made the space between my thighs surge with heat.

“So um,” I started, shifting in my seat a little, “How long have you known the couple getting married?”

“I’ve known Bill and Frank for at least 20 years. We first met through an old friend,” he told me, taking his eyes off the road occasionally to look at me while he spoke. I nodded. I could tell there was apprehension in his voice.

“...and?” I asked, knowing he had more to say.

“...and they’re getting married because Frank is sick and they want to get married before he passes away,” he concluded. My heart dropped into my stomach. It was so bittersweet.

“That’s - heartbreaking,” I said, not knowing what else to say. I heard him sniff, so I learned forward and put a comforting hand on his knee. “But it’ll also be beautiful.”

He looked over and me and gave me a have smile, his eyes brimming with tears. I gave his knee a squeeze before he took it in his own. He brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of my hand. I smiled.

“Thank you for comin’ with me.”

“Of course.”

The wedding was absolutely beautiful. It wasn’t anything spectacular or over the top. Just a simple wedding in the backyard of Bill and Frank’s beautiful house. There was maybe only about 30 of us there in total, and not one of us had a dry eye by the end of it. I had packed tissues in my bag and I had never been so thankful I had done so.

After the ceremony everyone mingled and ate finger food while Frank rested for awhile. I stood in a corner of the garden with Joel, his brother Tommy, Harlow and their friend Ellie, one of Harlow’s students. She had practically adopted Ellie, and hence so did Joel and Tommy. They were this little blended family that I couldn’t help but admire.

“So, Violet?” Harlow started, pointing an accusing finger at me, “Joel told me the other day that you used to have a full ass bakery?”

“Mmhmm,” I said with a nod, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. I didn’t really want it getting out, but I also didn’t tell Joel not to say something. I couldn’t get upset at him.

“Girl, I have known you for almost four months and you’ve never said anything about it to me? That’s a big deal!” she stated. I shrugged.

“It just wasn’t a big deal to me at the time to talk about,” I said. Tommy smacked Harlow in the arm.

“Did you ever think Harles that maybe she didn’t want to talk about it then?” he asked her, attitude dripping all over his words. She rolled her eyes.

Harlow had been weird to me the entire time at the wedding, and now she was calling me out about something silly like this? I didn’t know what was up, but I didn’t want to worry about that right now. I just wanted to enjoy the wedding with Joel. Joel turned to me, blatantly ignoring the drama from his brother and Harlow.

“Do you wanna go get a beer with me?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said, giving Harlow a side glance. He slipped his arm around my middle and led me away from the group and over to the house.

“Is it just me or is Harlow bein’ weird?” he asked, still looking ahead. I glanced up at him and sighed.

“No, she’s being weird,” I confirmed. We went into the kitchen and Joel grabbed us each a beer from the large cooler by the sink. He opened both of them on the counter before handing me mine nonchalantly.

“Did-did you just open those on the edge of the counter?” I asked, my jaw a little slack. He smirked at me as he took a swig from his beer and shrugged.

“Maybe I did,” he said with a quick wink. The butterflies in my stomach awoke.

Before either of us could say anymore, Bill wheeled Frank into the kitchen from the living room. Frank was looking much more rested than he had after the ceremony.

“How ya feelin’, buddy?” Joel asked Frank.

“Much better, thank you,” he said with a kind smile. He turned his eyes to me. “I didn’t get to meet you before the wedding. I’m Frank.”

He held a hand out to me and I closed the distance between us to shake it.

“It’s very nice to meet you, I’m Violet,” I told him. His smiled widened.

“She’s Harlow’s neighbor,” Joel explained, “Her house is the one I’ve been working on.”

“Oh, so you’re the one who made those croissants then, aren’t you?” Frank questioned. He glanced at Joel with a knowing look, their eyes meeting. Joel blushed, coughing to mask the embarrassment.

“Yes I was. Did you like them?” I asked. Frank scoffed, looking back at Bill with a sarcastic look.

“Tell her Bill, did we like them?”

Bill cracked a small smile on his stoic face. “Violet, those were some of the best damn croissants we’ve ever had.” Frank turned back to me.

“Is there any way I could persuade you to make more for us?” he asked, rubbing his hands together excitedly. I giggled.

“Absolutely. You can consider them a wedding present,” I told him.

“We look forward to it,” he said, “but if you’ll excuse us we have more guests to thank for coming.”

“Of course you two,” Joel said. Frank took my hand in his and gave it a squeeze.

“It was very nice to meet you, Violet,” he said while making unwavering eye contact with me. His eyes were so kind, and his smile one of the most genuine I’d ever seen. It broke my heart that he wasn’t going to be around much longer.

“You too, Frank,” I said, trying to push down my somber thoughts.

As the afternoon continued on, all of the guests wound down and Bill and Frank did some usual wedding traditions. They cut the cake together, folks gave toasts, and finally they had their first dance. Yet again there was not a dry eye in the house as Joel and Tommy helped get Frank to his feet, aiding him in having his first dance with his new husband eye to eye. I would never hear the song ‘That’s How Strong My Love Is’ by Otis Redding the same way again.

After their dance, Joel came back and sat next to me as others joined on the cement patio to dance.

“Hi you,” I said as he wrapped an arm around me, resting it on the back of my chair. He was a little out of breath and rubbed one of his knees with his free hand, muttering about it under his breathe. I giggled. “That was very sweet of you, you old man.”

He gave me another stern glance, but couldn’t hold it for long, cracking a small smile. “Yeah, yeah, thanks.”

We sat together and listened to the music, watching people dance and interact. Joel hummed along with each of the songs, tapping to the beat on my shoulder. I couldn’t help but want to melt back into him and feel the vibrations of the humming in his chest. While I was lost in my thoughts, the song changed. I didn’t notice until Joel got to his feet and held a hand out to me.

“Would you like to dance?” he asked. I nodded, realizing the song was The Mamas & the Papas’ ‘Dream A Little Dream Of Me.’

He helped pull me to my feet and then led me over to the patio. I turned around to face him and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling my body close to his. He took my right hand in his, resting it on his chest before putting his hand over mine. I interlaced our fingers as I wrapped my free hand around his neck. He looked down at our entwined hands and smiled. As he began to sway us back and forth, I rested my head against his chest.

I felt him let out of sigh of contentment, pulling me closer to him even still. His fingers dug into my side, like he couldn’t get me close enough. I pulled my head away from his chest to look up at him, my green eyes meeting his deep, dark brown ones. He rested his forehead against mine, slipping his other hand down around my waist. I reached up and linked my hands behind his neck; neither of us breaking eye contact.

When the song was over, it felt much too soon. Without saying a word, Joel broke apart from me and immediately began tugging on my hand, leading me somewhere away from the patio. I followed as he led me to the side of the house, his footsteps impatient. Before I was able to ask him where he was taking me, he turned me around and pinned me to the wall with his hips.

Our eyes met again as I looked up at him. I watched as his gaze flashed down to my mouth and back to my eyes. I nodded my head ever so slightly, giving him permission to do what I know he wanted to do. My heart began pounding as his hands cupped my face, my breaths shallow.

Joel closed the gap between us and crashed his lips against mine. My chest felt like it was going to burst at the seams. I grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, trying to pull him closer to me as his fingers twisted in my hair. His hands left my face, exploring my body as he deepened the kiss. I gasped for air as his lips trailed down my jaw and neckline, his mustache prickling my skin along the way.

I grabbed my arms around his neck as he began hiking up my dress. Heat pooled between my legs as he reached his hands under my thighs and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his as he pinned me to the wall again, this time grinding against my center. He moaned against my neck, and I could feel him hardening underneath his jeans each time he dipped his hips into me. My head rested back against the siding as he kissed and bit at my neck greedily.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

We both jumped so hard I almost fell out of Joel’s arms and to the ground. We whipped our heads around to see Harlow standing by the corner of the house, her mouth agape. Joel set me down and helped me with my strap as I pulled my dress back down over my thighs.

“Harles, listen-”

“Don’t Harles me, Joel. I don’t want to hear it from you,” she said, pointing a drunken finger at him. She turned her attention to me, her eyes narrowing at me.

“I can’t fucking believe, you,” she said, pausing before the word ‘you’ for emphasis.

“What the hell are you talkin’ about?” Joel asked, his tone serious and stern.

“When I introduced you guys I was trying to be helpful to you both, not have you go behind my back Violet and fuck him,” she stated flippantly, “and even here? At Frank and Bill’s wedding of all places? You two just had to sneak off like goddamn hormonal teenagers?”

“Harlow, we’re not-”

“Save it, Violet. I saw you come home from staying the night at his place in his clothes,” she accused, scorn in her tone.

“Harlow, this is none of your goddamn business, none,” Joel stated firmly, taking a step between me and Harlow.

“It is my business, Joel. You have been my goddamn older brother since Lucas died. I have seen every woman who has used you in more ways than one, and you always get hurt,” she spat at him, “I just never would have thought that you would be one of those girls, Violet. I’m done here.”

She turned on her heel and left us standing there, dishelved and gobsmacked. Joel started to follow after her, but I grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Joel, don’t. She’s drunk and needs to cool off.”

He nodded in agreement, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his breath. I reached down and grabbed his hand and giving it a squeeze. We went back to the party in silence, and I tried to avoid looking in Harlow’s general direction. The knot in my stomach only got bigger as the afternoon went on.

Once the reception was finally wrapping up, Joel and I said our goodbyes to Bill and Frank. After we got in the car we sat in silence, my brain wracking over what Harlow had said.

“Joel?”

“Hmm?”

“What did Harlow mean by other girls using you?”

He sighed a knowing sigh.

“That’s a story for another day.”

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